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cillianhead · 6 months

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Give us thigh riding with Cill or Tommy, please 🙏🏻😮‍💨

Thank you nonny for this wonderful request <3

Lazy Sundays || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: Smut, thigh riding, cursing, sort of exhibitionism (Cillian is on the phone while... reader rides his thigh), choking, Cillian being a little rough with reader, degradation, general adult content!!

18+ Minors DNI

The sun had barely risen when you woke up, and Cillian was nowhere to be found, which was unlike him so early in the morning. You frowned as you sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes, and softly slipped out of bed to find your husband.

You found him at the bottom of the stairs, grumbling on the phone with someone. You assumed it was something work-related. You quietly padded down the stairs and sat down next to him with a gentle smile, still incredibly sleepy and wanting to go back to bed.

"Hey baby," He mouthed to you silently before grumbling something back to whoever was on the phone was. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling you into his side. You curled around his arm and nuzzled your face into his soft sleeve. "Thanks, Gary... bye, mate." Cillian muttered before hanging up the phone.

"Cillian..." You whispered with a pout. "Let's go back to bed... you promised a lazy Sunday today... and it's too early..." You winged.

"Sleepy girl," He chuckled breathily, leaning in and pecking you on the lips. You hummed happily at the little sliver of love he gave you. "Come on, darling... let's go back to bed." He extended a hand out to you as he stood up and you took it gratefully as you yawned dramatically.

Cillian gave you a gentle smack on your ass as you crawled into bed. "Why'd you do that?!" You whined.

"'Cause I can," He snickered, pulling the both of you under the covers and pulling you close to him, conveniently placing his thigh right in between your legs. "You're so beautiful." His voice was low and gravelly; he was still quite groggy from how early it was in the morning, and the low vibrations made you feel so fucking dizzy.

"Cillian..." You whispered as he slipped off his long sleeve shirt and ushered you to take yours off too.

"Morning sex?" Cillian asked as if you would say no. "Please, baby? Fuckin' had the nicest dream about you last night."

"Oh, yeah?" You grinned, the both of you fully topless and Cillian's thumbs rolling easy circles on your exposed nipples. "What happened in it-"

RING! RING!

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Cillian groaned, reluctantly pulling away from you slightly to reach over to his phone that lie on the bedside table. "It's from the same bloke... he's tryin' to arrange a time for an interview." You whined as he started to get out of bed.

"No... stay..." You clung onto him, digging your fingernails into his biceps. "I'll be good... I promise..." You gave him those eyes you knew he couldn't deny.

"Alright, just be quiet..." He said cautiously, laying back down as he brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, Gary... what's up? Somethin' wrong?"

As you zoned out of the conversation, scooting yourself slightly closer to Cillian, trying your best to seem as casual as possible. Cillian hummed as he discussed a time and place and chatted on the phone, not paying mind to the fact your thinly-clothed cunt was beginning to slowly grind itself on his thigh. Biting your lip, keeping in your whines as you looked up at Cillian, feeling incredibly flustered by how nice his thigh felt against your clit. You noticed the stubble that accumulated along his picture-perfect jaw and rolled your eyes into the back of your head as you found the perfect rhythm. He was so perfect; every part of him fit perfectly with you... or inside of you. No one else's thigh could get you off the way his do.

It took Cillian a few moments to realize what was happening, and by then, it was too late to stop you. He raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. You knew he couldn't say anything, which made you smirk. He could just push you off of him, and you'd stop, yet here you were, shuddering with pleasure as he flexed his thigh precisely to enhance the pleasure you were feeling. He kept talking nonchalantly, acting as if his hot wife wasn't fucking herself on his leg, acting as if he didn't have a raging boner that was begging to be touched. The man on the other end of the phone had not even the slightest clue that there was anyone else even in the room with Cillian.

"Sounds good," Cillian hummed. "Alright, yeah... see you then." And when he tossed his phone to the side (not before turning it completely off), he looked at you with a fire blazing in his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I... don't know... what... you're talking about..." You said through tiny gasps.

"Yeah?" He quipped as he jolted his thigh right up into your pussy, causing you to let out a loud mewl. "Why the fuck is there a wet patch on me leg then? Hmmm?"

"Don't know... Cillian..."

He shook his head in disbelief before curling his fingers around your throat and pushing you down into the sheets until he was hovering above you, his hand still choking you firmly. "Such a spoilt whore," Cillian growled as he slipped your soaking panties down until you were entirely bare before him. "You couldn't even wait five minutes for me to get off the bloody phone."

"J-Just... I'm so horny..." You whined, voice high pitched, and your body writhed for any sort of touch as he held your thighs open. Your glistening hole was on display for him. It felt shameful and humiliating the way he was looking at you. Despite the fact he had seen you in every angle there was to be seen and had seen your vagina countless times, it still felt painfully vulnerable when he had you spread out like this. "Please..."

"I know," He soothed, running a finger down the smooth skin of your inner thighs. "You just can't help it..." He cooed, and you smiled at how sweet he was being. "Y'just so dumb and pathetic, aren't you? Can't think about anything except gettin' fucked when I'm around... know you can't help it, yer just a girl..." He whispered into your ear, and you were revelling in his words and gentleness until he placed a harsh and hard smack right on your poor clit.

"Fuck!" You cried, arching your back. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Don't pretend to be innocent, Y/N," Cillian muttered as he switched the position so you were straddled on top of his thigh. "Go on, ride my thigh." He demanded.

"But..." You slid your hands up his other thigh to where his cock fought with his trousers to be free. "I want you... inside of me..." "Too bad, eh?" Cillian smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yer not getting any help either, gonna have to do it all yourself... like a big girl." Cillian leaned back, a smug grin on his hauntingly beautiful face.

So slowly, feeling awfully embarrassed, you pressed your naked sex against his hairy thigh and began rocking yourself in slow motions. You closed your eyes, holding onto Cillian's waist for balance as you picked up the pace, moaning desperately for release.

"Look at the mess you're making," Cillian scolded with a 'tsk tsk', eyes fixed on the way you rubbed yourself on his thigh. "Gushin' all over me leg, you look so cute."

"Let me cum on your thigh..." You whined quietly, head hung low with shame as you felt your impending high coming closer and closer. "Please." "You're gonna cum already?" Cillian laughed condescendingly. "Go on then, give me a show."

You nodded and mumbled a sweet little 'thank you' before grounding your pussy even harder and faster into his sticky thigh until you found yourself trembling on top of him. His hands now reached out to you, guiding your hips along for you while you let yourself be swallowed whole by your orgasm. He knew you were too limp to do it yourself and even once you were done he kept rocking you back and forth with his hands, moving you like a puppet until you were begging for him to stop.

"Please... Cillian..." You cried, trying to raise your hips up to stop the torturous friction. "Please... it's too much." "Nuh-uh... want one more from ya... then I'll consider giving you my cock."

You squeezed your thighs tightly around his, clit aching from the sore friction and how overstimulating it was. Cillian was mesmerized by the way you looked, too busy watching the way his thigh grew wetter and wetter and the way your hips looked in his hands. It was the most beautiful sight to be seen... and with the added sound of your sweet moans of his name... he felt like he could cream his pants without even laying a hand on his cock.

"That's it, angel girl," He praised, bucking his thigh up into you harshly. "You look so pretty, so perfect, getting me all wet."

"Gonna cum... again..." You choked out, eyelids squeezed shut as you began convulsing.

"There we go, give it to me," He cooed, voice low and intoxicating. "Fuckin' hell," He could feel your cum leak out onto his thigh, it was almost a bit ridiculous how wet you got from him and how much of a mess you made. "Good girl... good girl... that's right."

You collapsed on top of him once he finally set you free. You panted, crawling up so your head was by his, and you kissed him gently. "Thank you... thank you... Cillian..." You whispered, all dazed and sleepy since it was still early in the morning.

"Not done with you yet," Cillian whispered, running his lips along your sensitive neck. "I think you've been good enough for a treat."

Your ears perked up at that and suddenly your eyes were no longer drooping. You sat up like an excited dog and looked at him with your head tilted. "What is it?"

"Gonna let you suck me cock," He grunted, slipping the band of his Calvin Klein briefs down until his hard cock laid flat on his stomach, oozing precum from his pinkish head. Your lips parted as you drooled at the sight and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. You were practically making heart eyes at it. "Don't act all shy on me now, love... go on... I know you know how to suck me off... now go on and do it, and I'll cum down your pretty throat."

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i listened to cry by cigarettes after sex on repeat while listening to this. i hope you enjoyed! it's short but i like it :-)

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your-nanas-house · 4 months

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Late again

◇ Pairing: Raymond Leon X best friend!Reader

◇ Warnings: anger, rough smut, creampie, arguments, Raymond, friends to lovers, mean Ray.

◇ Summary: Raymond has enough of Y/n's bullshit.

◇ Note: This is my Christmas gift for you @mrkdvidal1989. Merry Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas! 🫶🏻 I tried my best.

Raymond's piercing baby blue eyes remained fixed on his rich watch, the fabric of his leather pants squeaking as he let his leg bounce up and down in impatience. She was late…again. And he was almost completely sure of the reason for her waste of time. The particular reason that kept her busy and away from him for weeks now, away from her own best friend.

As the mixed emotions started to kick in, all swirling around like crazy…anger, sadness, jealousy and disappointment… a loud knock made its way in the uncomfortable silence of the room. Causing him to snap his eyes up to glare towards the door, his right hand covering back his watch with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“Come in” his low voice brumming in his office, his gaze sharpening as soon as he recognized Y/n— not dressed in her timekeeper uniform but with on a short sleeveless wine red dress, tight on her torso…with a lovely heart shaped cleavage which showed off her breasts in a delicious way, and the lower half which was opening up like a flower, stopping mid-thighs… to not show too much but enough.

“You're late” Raymond quickly said, his eyes roaming around her body, taking in everything she was gifting him without even noticing.

Her eyes rolled at his statement, not wanting to comment and explain to her best friend why she was a couple of minutes late, especially because he was acting in a weird way lately…demanding to know things and to receive explanations like if she was her dad. It was starting to annoy her.

“Oh shut up, Ray—” Y/n murmured under her breath, taking off her red heels, her eyes focusing on the task and her sore feet to notice the clear anger that washed over Raymond's face.

His body was shaking softly as his eyes squinted slightly, his jaw clenched harshly and his dilated nostrils. He wasn't mad, he was furious after keeping up with all the bullshit Y/n kept making him deal with.

The pure crude jealousy that kept rushing in his body and that made him struggle to get his work right for nearly three weeks now, was now rushing back in his body… blinding him from rational thoughts.

“You've been acting like a dick since I started to go out with Davin” the young woman commented casually in a pissed tone, her smaller hands still working on the muscles of her right foot when big rough hands grabbed her hips to press her harshly against the wall she was leaned on.

A squeal leaving her lipstick covered lips, before it turned into a soft groan of pain and anger “What the fuck are you doing?!” She nearly yelled at her best friend, gasping when Raymond covered her mouth quickly with his hand, his fingers digging in the flesh of her cheeks.

“Shut your fucking mouth” he growled, body pressed against her back, his hips holding her lowerback flat against the cold surface of the wall of his office “You've been acting like a shameless slut for weeks now and I had enough of your bullshit, you heard me?” He spat angrily in her ear as his free hand grabbed a hold of her neck so that he could easily move her around without her trying to fight him.

Muffled cries and insults filled the room, his harsh movements just increasing them before the collision of her body with the wooden desk echoed in the room, a single tear falling down her cheek as Y/n started to wiggle and fight him.

“Let me go, you bastard!” She hissed, attempting to bite him as he took a hold of her wrist, pressing them first above her head and then behind her back as soon as her attempt failed.

A sharp slap across her face stopped the fight she was pulling up, allowing him to manhandle her smaller body so that her front was now pressed down.

“Raymond! Raymond, don't you fucking dare” she warned the man with anger and fead in her tone, her legs clenching softly together as his calloused hand brushed slowly against her bare neck after moving away from the way her hair— tracing an imaginary path that kept getting lower…with the zip of her dress, exposing in a sneaky teasing way more of her skin.

Her shoulder blades twitching at the touch, her body shaking softly due to the anticipation and the painful wait of Raymond's next actions. “Look at you…” he started in a murmur, his hand now diving between her legs to press two fingers against the wet cloth that were her panties “a fucking slut… didn't do anything and you're already so fucking wet for me….because it's for me, right, sweetheart? Not for Davin or any other man” he hissed, pressing harder against her clothed entrance now, spreading her fluids in a teasing pace. Biting his bottom lip when she cried out, her head nodding as she revealed and confirmed what she asked her.

“Y-Yes, just for you, Ray” her voice cracked pathetically, making him coo mockingly at her, a smug grin covering his handsome face “Of course, darling” he whispered against the shell of her ear before leaving a wet kiss on her flushed cheek.

His hand moved away, causing a whimper from Y/n which made him chuckle… she was wiggling again, pressing her ass against his growing boner creating a lovely fiction.

“Raymond!” She whispered with a warning tone, she was getting wetter as the time passed, the arousal could be felt all over her body but— he was her best friend.

She couldn't just let him do what he wanted and play around with her feelings she thought.

Letting happen exactly the opposite, allowing Raymond's hand to raise her dress and expose her round ass, nearly covered by the fabric of her lacy thong. “Fucking slut” he murmured angrily, spanking her harshly before staring at the red sign of his hand which was forming slowly.

His baby blue eyes didn't look away as he unbuckled his belt, working quickly on his leather pants to finally free his cock. Y/n glanced behind, taking a peak of his long thick cock, rock hard with pulsing veins… just waiting to be inside of her tight wet cunt.

A rough thrust and he was completely buried inside of her, his hand quickly covering her mouth so that they wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention and a low grunt left his own body at the amazing sensation of those warm walls squeezing his cock. It felt like heaven and he wasn’t going to back off now, he needed more…it was nearly intoxicating that whole situation.

So he started to move, not waiting for her to adjust to his size, just thrusting with the goal of seeking his own pleasure and punishing her.

Muffled moans and loud sighs could be heard all over the room, the heavenly noises of his skin slapping against hers at every rough thrusts were driving him nuts. His heavy balls hit her clit every time he made a stronger thrust, ending up in no time deep balls inside of her cunt. Drilling inside of her without stopping, his chest now pressed against her bare back so that he could hit her cervix better, causing her pain but extreme pleasure.

“You’re fucking mine” Raymond hissed in her ear, his lips brushing against her warm skin slowly down to the base of her neck, his teeth grazing it teasingly till he bite down, nearly drawing blood as soon as his orgasm hit his whole body like a train. His load being shoot deeply inside of her with a muffled groan, his body kept shaking softly as she screamed silently, rolling her eyes back at the feeling of his slow thrusts and the seed that was still flowing inside of her.

“Fucking mine” the timekeeper murmured against her shoulder blades, leaving a wet kiss there before slowly moving out of her.. staring at his cum dripping out of her cunt, down onto her thighs and then desk.

“I-I love you too” Y/n whispered breathlessly, allowing herself to close her eyes for a moment, yelping softly when Raymond slapped her ass as a reply.

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ssweetleaf · 3 months

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graphic nature.

summary: you’re a sex worker, and ray finds you selling your body for time, something he’s told you he doesn’t want you doing again.

raymond leon x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, shit ending be warned, handcuffs, slapping, ray’s in love but he just can’t show it :((

a/n: so this is kinda weird, i don’t know where this came from, i didn’t have the energy to really finish it, so if it seems rushed, that’s because it is lol, maybe I’ll write a part 2 if i feel like it.

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With not a lot of time on your hands, there was a big reason why you did what you did. And however frowned upon your job description was, it kept you alive, kept you fed— kept you with a healthy wad of time on your wrist.

Roaming in the wealthy streets of New Greenwich offered you countless men to spend the night with, prostituting yourself in exchange for a hefty fee, a couple weeks, hell, maybe months worth of time clocked onto your watch once you were done.

So, like any other night, you waited, clad in a pretty dress and pantyhose, garters showing, all lacey and cute— in no time a patron drove up beside you, window down and sleeves rolled up, making sure the ticking of his years were on show.

You were about to bend down, lean against the door of his car, give him a few of your usual lines, a teasing smile playing on your lips while he offered to take you back to a hotel suite.

But not today, it seemed.

“Can’t begin to count how many times I’ve found you doin’ this, y/n,” the familiar voice sighed mockingly, and you turned to find him, Ray, the most well-known time keeper of the area, and your most loyal customer. “Just can’t seem to get it in that dumb brain of yours that what you’re doing is illegal.”

You turned back to the man in front of you, only to soon have him realise who had caught you, speeding off down the highway in his stupidly flash car, leaving the timekeeper to chuckle from behind you, the leather of his coat squeaking when he decided to cross his arms.

“What’re you gonna do, Ray?” You rolled your eyes, stepping closer towards him as if trying to intimate him in some way, though your attempts were futile. “You gonna arrest me?”

He smirked, cockily running his tongue along his teeth, smacking his lips before giving you a pout, one to mock you, to make you feel small.

“Y’know, sweetheart, maybe I will.” He hummed, slowly moving in closer, faces merely centimetres apart, mouth so mind-numbingly close to yours, your eyes staring dumbly at his pretty lips, all plump and glistening from running his tongue along—

With a sudden harshness, he spun you around, bending you over and pressing you firmly against the hood of his car. Your cheek smooshed against it while he took both of your wrists and pinned them behind your back, the jingle of handcuffs rang through your ears when he opened them up, slipping them over your wrists before tightening them with a sharp click on each side.

The metal dug into the flesh of your wrists, biting raw rings around them when you tugged and squirmed.

“You-” you started, struggling from under his gaze, one of his palms pressed to the space between your shoulders, keeping you in place. “You can’t do this, Raymond!”

Ray chuckled, pressing closer towards you, leaning his face against your cheek when he hovered over your back.

“I’m a timekeeper, honey,” he cooed mockingly, tip of his tongue grazing the shell of your ear and it caused a shiver to run along the length of your spine. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

You whined, huffing out a breath, tugging and tugging at your restraints as if somehow they’d just slip from your wrists with no problem.

“Besides, I thought I told you,” he ran his tongue along his lips, smacking his spit, breath fanning along your neck. “Only I get to touch you, you’re my whore and you work for me, you understand?”

You stayed silent.

He huffed out a breath, disappointed in your lack of participation, spinning you around so your back was against the hood instead, bringing his big palm up to your cheek in a sharp, searing smack, heavy and painful enough to jolt your head to one side.

You whimpered at the sting, feeling your cheek bloom with the welt, the warmth of his handprint still heavy on your skin.

“Let me say this nice and slow for you, sweetheart— I know you’re just too stupid to understand,” he clutched at your throat, fingers closing against the sides of your throat, squeezing almost mind-numbingly. “I said. Do. You. Understand?”

He punctuated his speech with little squeezes to your throat, your breathing laboured from the constriction, wanting so desperately to claw at his wrists, but those stupid handcuffs got in the way.

“Yes,” you choked out, nodding as best as you could, lashes fluttering from the lack of oxygen. “I-I understand, Ray.”

“Good girl,” he pouted, cooing at you mockingly and shaking your head from side to side. “wasn’t so hard was it, dumb girl?”

From the position you were in, you could get a good look at him. You had missed him- missed this, you hadn’t seen him for a while, his mind occupied on chasing down a certain Will Salas, of course he had made you promise to stay loyal, to not seek any men to take you home, to accept any form of touch that wasn’t his, but how were you supposed to agree? Your time was ticking, you couldn’t afford to mope around and wait for him, you had to work, to seek wealthy men and drain them of their time in exchange for sex.

“Missed you,” you spoke, barely above a whisper, eyes flitting over his form watching his jaw clench and nostrils flare. He couldn’t meet your stare.

“M’takin’ you home,” he muttered, pushing you by the shoulders and swinging the passenger door open.

“Will you at least take these cuffs off?” You pouted, turning your head to bat your lashes at him from over your shoulder. His lip quirked up in a smirk, sponging an oddly chaste kiss to your cheek before pressing his mouth against the shell of your ear. Your breath hitched.

“Not a chance.”

Raymond drove you to his apartment, it wasn’t the first time you had seen the place, in fact you had become quite familiar with it— little glimpses of Ray’s life littered the space, his taste somewhat minimalistic, but oddly homely.

He pressed you against his front door once it clicked closed, hands still awkwardly positioned and you struggled in a feeble attempt to break free from your restraint.

Ray’s mouth was on yours in an instant, mostly tongue and teeth, spit trickling down your chin at the rough attack of it all. He cradled your jaw in his hands, suckling your tongue between his lips, groaning at the breathy sighs you emitted.

“All mine,” he murmured against your mouth, pulling away to give your cheek a slap, a silver string of spit still connecting your mouths together. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

Your tongue swiped over your swollen lips, eyes hooded, completely submerged in the will to submit.

“M’yours,” you whimpered. He slapped you once more and your cheek bloomed with heat.

“Again, say it again.”

“M’yours, Ray—” you leaned forward to nudge your nose against his. “all yours.”

He sighed, the sound akin to a whimper when you uttered his name, his lashes fluttered and he pressed his pelvis firmly against your belly.

He was hard. So fucking hard, and your mouth watered, longing for it to be in your mouth, the taste of his pre-cum on your tongue, just lapping and suckling for as long as you could handle.

“Feel what you do to me, baby,” he groaned, grinding against you, fingers tangling in your hair and his lips on your jaw. “S’all your fault.”

You bit at your lip to suppress a needy moan when he shrugged his leather coat from his shoulders, hands back on you again in an instant.

“Thought I told you to wait for me, sweetheart,” he spoke, brows furrowing and you itched to smooth the crease out with the pad of your thumb. “thought I told you to stop whorin’ around.”

Ray’s hand slipped to your throat, fingers and thumb pressing against the sides of your neck, leaving your head all swirly and light.

You frowned, choking out your words between breaths.

“I don’t have the time to wait for you.”

He was selfish, too much of a coward to take care of you and settle down with you instead of fucking promises out of your mouth, having you say you’re his when he wasn’t even yours.

It frustrated you.

“Oh, it’s time you want?” He chuckled dryly, “gee, honey, thought I wasn’t just one of your customers.”

He lifted his sleeve, the seconds on his arm ticking downward— tickticktick, until he reached behind you and pressed his wrist against your own.

The seconds, minutes, hours all went down in a blur, transferring to your time, adding on a hefty amount.

You gasped, trying to push him away as his life span quickly became merely hours.

“Raymond-” you struggled in his grip. “Raymond, stop it!”

He pulled away, his clock down to an hour, that was all. Fifty-nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds, fifty-six, fifty-five…

“See,” he breathed, pushing your hair to tuck behind your ear, “now you have all the time in the world.”

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veryberryjelly · 1 month

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lines of gold

jake peralta x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'closed eyes & closed blinds' - fast times - sabrina carpenter

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

time off was a rarity, and you didnt take it lightly.

both yourself and jake had been racking up some vacation days and had booked a week off 4 months in advance.

and you had been looking forward to the week off since you started talking about it.

a week away from everything, just you and jake.

the two of you had chosen to go to mexico for your vacation. somewhere warm and interesting. you could lounge around all day or go out and do something and that was just perfect for the two of you.

so far, in 2 and a half days, you had just been lounging around in your hotel, enjoying not having to get up every morning and not having any agenda for the day.

day three didnt look like it was going to be any different.

you were woken up by the sun creeping through the blinds you could've sworn you shut before you went to bed last night, but apparently not.

you turned over to avoid the seemly blinding light, and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend in his rumpled morning state.

his curls were a mess onto of his head, his face free of worry, the sunlight dusting over his features to make him look truly angelic.

a smile settled on your lips.

you decided to put aside your thoughts of going back to sleep and instead rested your head onto of your arm as you watched the movement of jake's chest rising and falling.

you couldn't pinpoint how long you had been watching him, but the sun had shifted to brighten his closed eyes by the time he woke up.

he turned towards your body to hide from the light, and instead was met with the stretch of mattress between you.

the cold cotton caused his eyes to squint open in search of the woman he was certain he had fallen asleep beside.

he seemed to relax when he caught sight of you just another two inches over.

" were you watching me sleep ?"

you let a soft laugh huff past your lips.

" no ." you insisted, though you were sure it wasn't convincing.

jake said nothing in retaliation and instead just stretched his arm out to pull you across the gap in the mattress and into his chest.

you didnt resist, instead wrapped your arms around his torso as his lips pressed into your forehead, both of your eyes shielded from the lines of light bleeding through the blinds.

@sparklymazzy @flwrguts123

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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the assistant ~ raymond smith;the gentlemen

word count: 2600

request?: no

description: in which mickey hires a new assistant to help out with his business, and his right hand man finds himself falling in love

pairing: raymond smith x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

The first time Raymond ever met (Y/N) was at Mickey’s house. She appeared suddenly in the doorway to Mickey’s office while he was in a meeting with Ray. He was taken by surprise at the unfamiliar person, but more so he was taken back by the beauty of the unfamiliar person.

“You have a message from Rosalind,” she said to Mickey. She was looking right through Ray as if he wasn’t in the room.

“What is it?” Mickey asked.

“She said some bloke came into the shop to give her expensive parts, but in return he’s asking for a meeting with you.”

Mickey’s face darkened. Everyone knew that it didn’t matter what you did in terms of Mickey’s money or his business, but you did not, under any circumstances, fuck with his wife.

“Why wouldn’t he just approach me himself?” Mickey asked, his voice laced with venom.

“Whoever it was knows that approaching Rosalind will get your attention,” Ray commented.

“It’ll get a bullet between his fucking eyes,” Mickey muttered. “Did he leave a phone number?”

(Y/N) crossed the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Ray’s eyes followed her every movement. As she got closer, he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. When she reached around him to put the slip of paper on Mickey’s desk, she turned to meet his eye. His breath was taken away by her sheer beauty.

When she smiled at him, it was like the whole world around him melted away.

Mickey noticed the look between them and smirked. “Ray, this is (Y/N). She’s mine and Rosalind’s new assistant. She’s going to be helping around with both of the businesses.”

Ray offered a hand to (Y/N). “Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she said, shaking his hand. She returned her attention back to their boss to ask, “Should we follow up on this mystery caller?”

Mickey stared long and hard at the phone number left. Both Ray and (Y/N) could see the gears turning in his head. The number of outcomes if the meeting happened running through his head; the question as to whether or not it was the right decision to hold the meeting.

“If I may,” (Y/N) interjected. “If this mystery caller is bold enough to go to the shop to approach Rosalind once, what’s to stop him from doing it again? At least if you set up this meeting with him you can assure him that the next time he sets foot in that shop or he has any communication with Rosalind, he will regret it.”

Ray peered over at Mickey. An impressed look was on his face, a smile tugging at his lips. He extended the slip back to her.

“Call him and set up a meeting for tomorrow at noon.”

“The usual location?” (Y/N) asked. Mickey nodded. “Yes, sir.” She smiled at Raymond again. “See you around, Raymond.”

~~~~~~

The next time Ray saw (Y/N) was at the meeting the next day. She escorted Dry Eye, one of mobster Lord George’s men, into the meeting room. Ray tried not to stare, but it was a struggle. She was wearing a button up blouse tucked into a mini skirt, with knee high black heeled boots. She was showing off every curve and Ray was taking in every single inch of her.

“Mr. Pearson, Dry Eye has arrived,” she announced.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Mickey dismissed her.

Ray expected her to leave the room and was pleasantly shocked when she opted to come sit next to him at a small table in the back of the room.

“Pour me a cup?” she asked, gesturing towards the boiling kettle and Ray’s own cup of tea.

He did as she asked, grabbing an empty cup, placing a tea bag into it then filling it with the boiling water. She added a splash of milk and two sugars, stirring until the dark liquid became a milky brown color. She raised the cup to her lips, blowing gently to cool it down. She peered up at Ray through her long eyelashes, and he was convinced she was trying to get his blood running to one particular region in his body.

“So,” he asked in a hushed voice as not to disturb Mickey’s meeting, “how did you come about becoming Michael’s assistant?”

“He had a couple posting around town. ‘Wanted: Someone with experience in organization and business. No questions to be asked until after hiring. NDA is required. Call here if interested’.”

Ray chuckled. “Well, that’s not forboding at all.”

“What can I say? I was interested.”

She smirked as she sipped her tea. Ray couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Besides, it sounded exciting. My life has been so standard thus far. I wanted some excitement.”

“Well.” Ray looked over his shoulder at the stare off between a furious looking Dry Eye and a stoic Mickey. “There’s no shortage of excitement here.”

Before (Y/N) could respond, Dry Eye and his accomplice stood, drawing their attention back to the meeting. (Y/N) stood as well, intending to walk the two men out, but they left on their own in a huff.

“That went well,” Mickey commented. “I have a feeling that won’t be the last we see of Dry Eye.”

“Interesting that you have two potential investors in your business,” Ray said. “You think there’s a connection there?”

“There’s always a connection Raymond.” Mickey finished his cup of tea and stood from his seat. “(Y/N), make Roger aware of Dry Eye’s intentions and tell him he has the right to use force if Dry Eye ever dares to enter Rosalind’s business again.”

“Yes sir,” (Y/N) responded. “Anything else you need today?”

“No, after that you’re free to have the evening off. Maybe you can keep Ray company so he’ll stop eye fucking you every time you walk into the room.”

Ray’s face was on fire as (Y/N) giggled and Mickey gave him a knowing smile. Their boss left the room first, striking a match to light his cigarette as he went. (Y/N) started to go behind him, but Ray reached out to stop her.

“Listen, um...” She was watching him, expectantly. Ray was never one to be at a loss for words, but her presence alone made him feel like a babbling idiot. “If you don’t have anything planned for your evening, I’d like to have you over to mine for dinner tonight.”

“What did you have in mind?”

I recently had a new barbie installed, and I have some premium grade Wagyu in my freezer. If you like steak, I mean.”

She considered it for a moment before deciding, “I’ll get your number from Ros. You can text me a time and location.”

Ray nodded, an excited smile trying to spread across his face. (Y/N) smiled at him and turned to leave the room, swinging her hips as she went along. Ray couldn’t help but watch her, his anticipation for that night growing.

~~~~~~

Ray was in the process of marinating the steaks and prepping the vegetables when the doorbell rang. He was quick to wash off his hands and nearly run to answer it. (Y/N) was stood waiting, having changed out of her professional attire from the day into a pair of black leggings and a knit jumper. She looked ready for a comfortable dinner in, which Ray was glad for as he himself hadn’t dressed up much for the occasion.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hello,” she responded. “I can already smell dinner.”

“Don’t get too hungry yet. I haven’t put the steaks on the barbie yet. I was waiting for you to arrive first.”

(Y/N) stepped into his home. As she followed him to the kitchen, she took in the massive house. She knew Mickey paid well so she shouldn’t have been so shocked - especially considering the size of Mickey’s own home - but for some reason she wasn’t expecting Ray to live somewhere so big and lavish. It made her tiny apartment very inferior.

“Did you need help preparing anything?” she asked. “I’m not a stellar cook, but I know how to chop veggies.”

“No need for that at all. You’re a guest in my house, therefore you do nothing except sit there and look pretty.”

(Y/N) sat at the island, a small smile on her face. “Well, I am very good at that second part.”

“I can tell.” Ray poured them both a glass of red wine. “I hope you like red. I find it’s what pairs best with a nice steak dinner.”

“I’m not too particular with my wines,” she said. “Although I don’t believe I’ve had this kind before. Looks far too expensive for my usual tastes.”

Ray chuckled. “It’s a bottle Mickey got me when I first moved in as a housewarming gift. I’m normally one for scotch, but like I said, a nice steak dinner with a beautiful lady requires a bottle of red wine.”

(Y/N) took a sip from her glass to hide how flustered she felt. So far, this was gearing up to be one of the best dates she had ever been on: he brought her over to his house so he could cook for them, he had the perfect wine pairing for their dinner, and he was throwing out compliments left and right. It worked greatly in his favor that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever met. She might never want to leave.

Once the steaks had finished marinating, Ray took (Y/N) out to his backyard to show her his new barbie. It was brick laid, designed to look more like a table than a barbie, and the fire from inside of it also heated up underneath the table. When Ray lit it, (Y/N) could already feel the warmth radiating from it from where she sat.

Oh, I could really get used to this, she thought.

She watched Ray cook in silence. She knew not to interrupt the chef when he was working his magic, and in general she was just enjoying watching him work. He was so focused, making sure the steaks were cooked perfectly all the way through before serving them on a plate garnished with the vegetables he had made inside.

“Voila,” he said as he laid a plate in front of (Y/N). “Dinner is served.”

“God, this smells so good,” she said. “Might have to keep you as my own personal chef.”

“Don’t say that before you try it. I could be a garbage chef and I’m just impressing you with wine and my good looks.”

The cocky smile on his face told (Y/N) that Ray knew he was a very good cook.

He sat across from her at the table and they began to eat. The moment the Wagyu touched her tastebuds, (Y/N) felt like she was in heaven. It made sense to her now why this cut of steak cost so much money; it was probably the best cut of meat she had ever eaten in her life. She would gladly pay hundreds for this type of meal. Especially if Ray was the one cooking for her again.

“I think this is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life,” she said.

Ray was beaming with pride. “I passed the test, then?”

“With flying colors. I can’t let you get away. Men who can cook this well are one in a million these days.”

The two were dreading the small talk that usually came with a first date, but as silence fell upon them while they ate, they realized there was no escaping the inevitable. (Y/N) decided to be the one to break the silence by asking, “So, how long have you been working with Michael?”

“Since the beginning,” Ray responded. “I knew him in uni.”

“So you’re an Oxford man?”

“You’ve done your research.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “When you get hired to work for a technical drug dealer, you may as well know as much about the man as you can find out. Decide whether or not it’s going to be a dangerous business.”

“It’s not as dangerous as you’d think. Besides the threat of being arrested.”

She grimaced. That was the one thing she was worried about, but Mickey seemed to be professional enough that he hadn’t been caught thus far.

“Where did you go to uni?” Ray asked.

“I didn’t. I wasn’t smart enough to get accepted anywhere,” (Y/N) responded.

“I find that surprising.”

She smiled. “I appreciate that. I’ve cleaned up my act a lot now, but when I was in school I was very much a troublemaker. Didn’t have any time for school or learning, mainly because I didn’t understand a bloody thing they were trying to teach. I had no desires to go and do post secondary to get a degree that I may never find a job for. I’ve worked at McDonald’s with people who did five years for that silly piece of paper, and they’re not any better than I am.”

“Well, you are working as assistant to one of the most successful business men in London, so I think it’s safe to say they are definitely no better than you are.”

(Y/N) giggled. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Ray’s compliments, or both, but she was starting to feel flushed. She wondered if he could see how he was making her feel.

At some point, after their food was gone and the wine was running low, (Y/N) found herself on the same side of the table as Ray. She was definitely feeling good from the amount of wine she had drank, and being close to him felt just as intoxicating.

“I’ve had a really, really good night Ray,” she told him. “I haven’t had such a good time on a date in years.”

“I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself. Does that mean we could do this again sometime?”

(Y/N) looked up at him. She looked into his blue eyes before peering down at his lips for a quick moment. Sensing what was to come, Ray leaned in just as (Y/N) did and their lips collided. Sparks of electricity ran through (Y/N)’s body, and she was sure it wasn’t the alcohol making her feel that way.

She leaned into Ray’s kiss until she was nearly on his lap. At which point, Ray took hold of her thighs and brought her over to straddle his lap. His hands gently cupped her face while hers ran through his hair. He tested her boundaries by running his tongue along her lips. When she opened them, he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

When they finally managed to break away from one another they were both panting. (Y/N) rested her forehead against Ray’s, both of them with mirroring smiles on their faces.

“Would you like to stay the night?” Ray asked. “No funny business, but I do have a very large bed that feels quite empty when I’m alone.”

“I would love to, but keep that promise of no funny business in mind. I’m not the type to take my clothes off on the first date.”

Ray smiled and ran his fingers through her soft hair. “I’d never dream of crossing your boundaries, love.”

Oh my God, he has to stop being so perfect, (Y/N) thought as she got off Ray’s lap and followed him back into his house for the night.

#raymond smith #raymond smith imagine #raymond smith x reader #ray smith #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #charlie hunnam x reader #the gentlemen #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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de4dlyniightshade · 3 months

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You got any slutty Raymond hcs mama???

so many. so so many.

sub. bite me idc.

blowjob LOVER like every man likes a bj ofc but he LOVESSSSSSSSSSS bjs bcs he gets to just put his brain in your mouth and not have to think for however long he can last(not long let's be real here)

clumsy like very clumsy sex bcs he doesn't know what he's doing but he puts his heart and soul into bless him he really tries but 9/10 times it ends with you on top fucking his brains out and using him to get yourself off.

munch!!!!!!!!! not great at it but munch!!!!!!!!!! he really does try and that's all that matters until he's accidentally edging you and you just have to grab his hair and fuck his face.

biggest himbo ever, outside the bedroom and inside, has no idea what anything means, what positions are called, names for kinks, nothing, he just likes what he likes and let's you do what you want with a dopey smile on his face.

super needy like no matter where you are if he's feeling a little frisky you're gonna know abt it and he'll make sure of it, wether he's straight up telling you or not-so-subtly pressing his cock into you.

sensitive! like super super sensitive, can't handle overstimulation whatsoever, he's immediately crying and gasping and squirming away from you.

we all know he's an ass guy ofc but like he's an ASS guy like he loves eating you from the back so he can grip your ass and even bite your buttcheek when you don't expect it bcs you never let him.

on the same lines, loves grinding on your ass, even when you're both clothed, the feeling of his cock slotting perfectly between your ass just tickles his brain just right and will make him cum embarrassingly fast.

tongue. all the time. will have his tongue in your mouth any time you kiss, he just can't help it. and licking you, sexually or not he just loves licking you.

loves when you choke him with his ascot.

the ascot stays on.

i love his ascots.

backshots with you pulled against his chest.

suuuuuppppppppeeeerrrrrrr vocal like crazy loud, so much so that more often than not you have to cover his mouth just so you don't get complaints.

will let you peg him.

loves a curvy gal. and has no shame about it. will shout it from the rooftops.

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jimmyspades · 2 months

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James Spader as Raymond Reddington in a Rolex ad during the 2024 Oscars

#IMAGINE MY PANIC RESPONSE WHEN I'M MINDING MY BUSINESS AND JIMMY SHOWS UP DURING THE OSCARS!!!!#james spader #the blacklist #raymond reddington #*#I MISSED SEEING YOU ON MY TELEVISION RED ❤️❤️❤️

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leafsbabe · 6 months

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Moritz Seider & Lucas Raymond - four times Lucas caught you and Mo having sex and one time he joined (SMUT)

aka 7.2k words of Moritz and you seducing his bestie by having sex in front of him

ONE

Lucas knew what he was doing was wrong and creepy but it wasn’t like there was a way to stop it. And it was all Mo’s fault to begin with. Really.

When Moritz had told Lucas about you staying the night, Lucas had made the smart and respectful choice to put in ear plugs before going to bed in order to avoid the exact situation he now found himself in.

Another high pitched moan.

Another deep “fuck”.

Another thump making the walls (damn flimsy American walls) shake. This one was bad enough to rattle the trinkets he kept on his dresser.

He didn’t even want to imagine what kind of wild fuckfest was happening in the other room but there were two things he knew for sure: Moritz was fucking you rough enough to make the walls shake and to wake him up despite the earplugs and Lucas just couldn't help listening.

To him it seemed almost impossible that Mo was simply fucking you on his bed. Him and Moritz had made sure to place their beds as far away from each other as they could, diligently tucked them away against the walls furthest from their shared one and diagonally across for good measure. It should have been enough to prevent the loud noises —it had been in the past.

Yet there he was, stuck listening as his best friend made you cum. Again.

Lucas didn’t want to imagine the way Mo’s strong hands gripped your soft thighs or the way you wound your fingers in his long hair, urging him to go faster. But as he listened to your combined moans through the wall, a pillow pressed to his face, and the damn earplugs he just couldn’t not.

So yes, it was all Mo’s fault. If he’d be fucking you any less intensely Lucas wouldn’t have woken up and he wouldn’t have to listen to you moan “oh god” over and over as if god had anything to do with what went on in that room.

It felt weird to just lay there and listen to the two of you go at it in the room next to his but something was holding him back. He could get up and walk over to their connecting wall or even Mo’s door, pound on it, and yell at you to keep it down. But he didn’t want to embarrass his friend or make you feel too mortified to even look him in the eyes. The best thing would be to just pretend he never heard a thing.

Lucas rolled over until he was laying on his stomach before sticking his head back under his pillow. He was still able to breath, mostly, and even if it didn’t do much the pillow at least muffled the noises slightly. It also silenced his own moan when he subconsciously rolled his hips, grinding his erection against the mattress.

He didn’t touch himself that night but that didn’t mean he didn’t come.

TWO

Lucas didn't tell Mo about the time he heard the two of you have wild sex through the wall. He also didn't tell his friend that he came to the sound of his girlfriend's moans while grinding against his mattress. No matter how loud you were being, Lucas was fairly sure he crossed a line.

Acting normal around you was hard enough but the thought of hearing you again —of hearing you come again (... and again and again)— was too much. To be fair he tried to be sneaky about it. There was a hotel two blocks from their apartment and the overnight clerk, a scrawny guy their age, was quick to give him a room for the night The third time he brought the dude a jersey as a thank you and he nearly cried so Lucas was sure it would continue to work until he got over himself. Until then all he had to do was slip out of their place when you came over and slip in again while you were still asleep from the night before. The one time it didn't work he came back to Mo and you having sweet, soft, and absurdly loud morning sex so he started adding a morning run to his routine as well.

Everything was going smoothly until it wasn’t.

Lucas did the same thing he always did the morning after you slept over. He left the hotel long before checkout and tipped well. Then he went on a jog around the neighborhood before making his way home. Once he got there he went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a granola bar to hold him over until breakfast with you nymphomaniacs. At least that was the plan until he walked into his kitchen to find you perched on the counter right next to the coffee machine, both hands buried in Mo’s wild curls while his friend knelt on the floor in front of you, his face buried between your legs.

It looked like a scene from a porno, one of those amateur ones that were clearly homemade by a couple in love that Lucas would deny being his go-to category if anybody ever asked.

The kitchen wasn't quiet, between your moans and his own labored breathing but the only sound Lucas could focus on were the noises Mo made as he ate you out.

The German was feasting, devouring, chasing your pleasure with a single minded intensity that made Lucas question every time he went down on a girl before because nothing could compare to this.

From where he was standing Lucas could see everything and nothing. He could see the individual freckles across his friend's skin and the way the muscles in his shoulders moved as he clung to your legs. He saw the way you threw your head back in ecstasy, revealing the long line of your neck.

You weren’t sitting in front of him naked, either you or Moritz having had the forethought that you shouldn't walk through their shared apartment fully exposed, but Lucas hadn't realized what shirt you were wearing until his eyes wandered further down and saw a familiar print between the outlines of your hard nipples.

It wasn't just any shirt you were wearing.

It was his shirt.

Lucas turned around and walked back out of the apartment without saying anything. Going for another jog around the block didn't sound fun with an erection, but there was nothing stopping him from hiding out in the laundry room for a few hours.

THREE

A few days later Lucas still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he had walked in on the two of you having sex.

It was one thing to listen to you have sex but seeing it... He couldn't get the picture out of his mind.

Moritz, on his knees. The noises he made as he ate you out.

You, sitting on the counter, wearing his shirt.

His shirt.

It couldn't have been a mistake. Lucas knew that Mo knew that it was his shirt. But there was no way his friend would give you a shirt to wear —and then fuck you in said shirt— that wasn't his. It couldn't have been a laundry mix up either since Lucas vividly remembered putting it on his “too dirty for the closet but too clean for the laundry” chair just days before.

You had gone home the day after but Lucas knew you wouldn't be gone for long. And as if he had summoned you, there you were, waiting on them after practice with a big smile and an even bigger shirt. One of Mo's, this time. Still no bra. Lucas tried not to stare. He had ended his hotel situation after walking in on you, thinking that maybe now you would stop but luck didn’t seem to be on his side. It was nice at first, having you back around. Before hearing you and Mo, Lucas always looked forward to talking with you but after he felt too awkward. Now it was as if nothing had happened. Lucas excused himself to call some friends back in Sweden and Mo and you stayed in the living room to watch a movie.

He didn't think any of it when he came back down two hours later and found you both still cuddling on the couch.

There were no noises, no movement, nothing to make him think anything other than some clingy couple's behavior was going on.

He should have known the two of you could never resist each other for long.

Lucas had been sitting on the couch next to you for ten blissfully unaware minutes before he noticed the pile on the floor that looked suspiciously like your pants and the sweatpants Mo had put on after training. A single glance at the blanket the two of you were sharing and his peace came crashing down.

"Please tell me you're not fucking under there.”

It wasn't exactly a look of shame that came across your faces but at least a slight blush on his friend's face to indicate he had guessed correctly.

"No.”

"Not really.”

Lucas ignored his best friend's answer, deciding to focus on your vague not really.

"What do you mean?”

The way you looked between the two men bordered on adorable, something Lucas never thought he would think about a girl that had basically admitted to having sex in front of him right this very minute.

"It's just cockwarming,” You turned around to look at Moritz before looking at Lucas again, "I don’t think that really counts.”

Yeah, right.

He liked you two, he really did, but he wouldn't be sticking around to witness the two of you having sex… again.

Back in his room he didn’t even try to forget about what happened. It didn’t work the first time. It didn't work the second time. Lucas wasn’t holding out hope that it would happen now. Pulling out his phone to look up cockwarming took seconds but it took close to ten minutes for him to look down and read what it was.

Huh.

Part of him wondered if you had spent the entire time he was gone doing this. Just casually cuddling for hours while Mo's dick was inside of you. Had it gone further at all?

Lucas didn't think he could last hours being inside a woman without fucking. Wouldn't last that long being inside you —no.

He couldn't go there. Wouldn't go there. You were dating Moritz. His best friend Mo. He couldn't be thinking about you like that.

Frustrated, he threw his phone to the other side of his bed, watching as it bounced off the mattress and clattered to the floor.

Lucas should pick it up.

He didn’t.

There were worse things to worry about at the moment.

FOUR

Lucas continued to spiral for a week. He couldn't develop any feelings for you. He simply couldn’t. That was against all the laws of friendship.

Still, he couldn't get these thoughts out of his head.

It felt like the ultimate betrayal to picture his best friend’s girlfriend while he made himself cum, but at least his brain punished him by making it impossible for Lucas to picture you without Moritz.

He didn't know how to act around you. One day he avoided you at all cost, the next he clung to you like he couldn't bear being more than a meter away from you. It was bizarre.

Thankfully an away game whisked them out of the city. While not ideal at least he only had to deal with one of you and was able to keep his mind busy with hockey. At least that was the plan until the team checked into the hotel.

Server error. Double bookings. A single room with a king size bed instead of two rooms with doubles.

Somebody had to share.

And Mo volunteered them.

It didn't seem like a big deal to the German but Lucas was seriously considering sleeping on the floor the night before a game.

How could the taller man be so chill after everything that had happened in the past weeks?

In the end Lucas didn’t sleep on the floor. He couldn't risk it with the game tomorrow and everything. So after team dinner and an uncomfortably cold shower he got under the covers, shoved his head into his pillow hand enough to drown out the soft light coming from the bedside lamp on Mo's side, and pretended to sleep.

He didn't necessarily want to avoid all contact with Moritz but he just couldn't. Not tonight.

Usually sleep came easy to him. Lucas loved sleep, sleep loved Lucas. But that night it was evading him.

He listened to Moritz brush his teeth and get ready for bed with his eyes closed and his back turnt.

Things were going okay. His friend was a considered roommate, stayed up but kept mostly quiet, didn’t hog the blankets or turnt too much.

Lucas could hear his phone chime periodically while he was attempting to beat a level on a game but nothing loud enough to wake him had he actually been asleep.

It was fine until it wasn’t.

The familiar tune of an incoming FaceTime call disrupted the soft sounds of Mo tapping away on his phone screen.

“Hey.” Your voice sounded breathy, the slight distortion of the phone speaker doing nothing to conceal the neediness and Lucas already knew what was about to happen.

Sure enough Moritz shuffled down until he was laying next to Lucas. There was still an entire bed between them but to him it seemed like a handful of centimeters at best. Lucas had his back turned towards his friend and Mo had no reason to assume he was anything other than fast asleep but the tone of his voice as he answered you made Lucas think his friend wouldn’t have minded either way.

“You have to be quiet for me, baby. Lucas is sleeping right there.” The area around him got lighter for a moment. Mo must have turned his phone around to show you his sleeping form instead of just flipping the camera like a normal person but before he could really think about it the light stopped and he found himself once again swallowed by darkness.

“I’ll be quiet.” You promised and Lucas felt bad for a second —it didn’t matter how quiet the two of you tried to be, he was awake and heard every single rushed breath— before the rustling of the starchy hotel sheets brought him back to reality.

You wouldn’t actually…

You did.

Lucas froze for a moment before he remembered he was supposed to breathe. Still, he didn’t dare to move. Beside him Mo moaned, the sound quickly becoming familiar to him in a way he didn’t like to question. At least he tried to stay quiet even if nothing could prevent Lucas from hearing the sounds coming from his friend and the phone he was holding.

“I miss you.” God, you sounded so sweet. Lucas could almost imagine the pout on your lips as you looked at your boyfriend —like the one you gave Mo when he hid your favorite candy on the top shelf or the one you gave him when he refused to join you two for a movie night the days after the couch cockwarming incident.

Mo just let out an amused little huff at your antics but by the sound of his voice he was only teasing. Lucas once again questioned how he became so involved in your love life where he could discern the subtle tone shifts in his friend’s voice. “We’ve only been gone half a day.”

“I know. I still miss you though.” There was a sharp intake of breath —definitely Moritz— before your voice continued. “Your bed is so big without you here to hold me, to touch me.”

There was another soft ruffling of sheets, followed by a choked off moan, and Lucas felt more thankful for the fact that his friend tried to stay quiet than angry at you two for doing this while he was close enough to touch.

“Yeah? Gonna show me how much you miss me?”

Lucas just closed his eyes, but it was no use. There was no way he could relax enough to fall asleep. The noises —whispered commands and hushed love confessions, choked off moans and faint buzzing— coming from the other side made it hard for him to fall asleep but he’d be lying to himself. The low sounds didn’t keep his mind quite as occupied as the question why he wanted to turn over and reach out to touch his friend so badly.

+ ONE

In his mind there was no way that you and Moritz knew he’d been awake while the two of you got each other off over FaceTime but Lucas started to notice small changes in your behavior after the roadtrip that he couldn’t otherwise explain. You still talked his ears off over breakfast —about making Mo take you on a vacation to Sweden in the summer, about Lucas tagging along, about the three of you heading to Germany after so that Mo can repay the favor and show you around— and the two of you still invited him to watch movies together (Lucas still declined) but something was just off.

The two of you seemed to spend more time keeping secrets, talking in hushed voices with your heads close together only to abruptly stop when he entered the room. If seeing you two so secretive didn’t give him that shameful feeling deep in the pit of his stomach he’d find the almost comical display amusing but alas he was left to drown in his own worries.

It also seemed that at least Moritz had caught on to what had been happening lately —that the amount of times he stumbled upon you two having sex had picked up exponentially— and had begun to question Lucas about his off ice schedule; when the team had him scheduled for filming, plans to hang out with the boys, what time he planned on heading to the gym.

Lucas on his end tried to get out of the apartment more and more. The time after he heard you fuck and all but moved into a hotel had nothing on the time after the FaceTime fiasco. Accidental voyeurism was one thing. Fantasizing about your best friend’s girlfriend was a whole other thing. And fantasizing about your best friend…

Yeah, he’d rather avoid that whole situation altogether.

But just because Lucas wanted to avoid thinking about his thoughts didn’t mean he could avoid their apartment. Still, he tried to prolong his time spent away from home, taking a detour after another extra gym session to pick up groceries before making his way back. He would put them away and then he’d go straight to bed. With headphones this time, to cancel out all potential noise.

The universe —or rather Mo and you— seemed to have other plans for him though. He had brought in and put away his bags, carefully stashing away your favorite snacks in the bottom drawers Mo didn’t like to use and were thus safe from the German, in mostly silence. There was no indication that the two of you were busy doing each other so he made his way up the stairs to their bedrooms. His bed was calling and who was Lucas to ignore it.

The moans started suddenly, shocking him enough that he missed the last step and nearly tumbled down the stairs. That would have been fun to explain to the team. Not that he would have to do it since he’d be at the hospital or worse. No. That honor would fall to Mo. But that would also mean he’d have to explain to his poor mother that Lucas got injured in a freak sex accident and he didn’t want that. Would it even count as a sex accident if he wasn’t one of the people having sex?

He felt torn between turning around and walking back out (running away…again) and hurrying along to his room (listening to you have sex like a creep…again). That choice was taken from him when Mo spotted him on the stairs. Of course you’d be fucking with the door open.

“Hey Ray.” He called out, followed by a small whimper and a quiet “Behave.”

Lucas stood frozen, one hand gripping the stair’s banister like his life depended on it while wondering if this was all just a dream his subconscious came up with to torture him.

The two of you looked straight out of a fantasy and Lucas tried his hardest to commit the view to memory before the moment was over. Mo with his broad back and that ridiculous little bun in his hair. He briefly wondered how long it would stay before your desperate fingers tugged on his hair hard enough to undo it. And you. Oh so delicately perched on the bed, not quite sitting, not quite kneeling, but completely captivating. His eyes trailed from your wide eyes, down your neck and to your chest, miles and miles of skin laid bare before him. Your whole body moved under the weight of your heavy breathing but he couldn’t be blamed for getting his gaze stuck on your breasts. In his defense, they looked at him first.

Lucas was staring. He knew the situation was uncomfortable but he couldn’t look away. Soft flesh and hard nipples. Mo had left two marks on the curve of one breast, close together as if he had gone to pull away but couldn’t help himself after the first. Small and dark like the only piece of clothing still covering you, preventing him from seeing every last centimeter of your body.

“Hi Lu.”

His eyes snapped up only to meet yours, looking back at him. You continued to look at him as Moritz reached out and touched your naked form. Lucas stood frozen as he watched his friend run a large hand down the path his gaze had taken moments earlier, down your neck and towards your chest, before covering one of your breasts with his palm.

Neither of you moved to break eye contact, not even when your sweet smile gave way to a moan so filthy it almost made him choke on air.

The two of you made such a pretty dirty picture. Mo’s thumb moved, toying with your nipple and you gasped. It made Lucas want to lean down and fit his mouth right at the space where your skin met. Wanted to wrap his lips around the hard nub and suck. To taste the rough skin on Mo’s hand before biting down, not enough to hurt but just enough to make sure it’s real.

It wasn’t another moan that snapped him out of his daydream. Mo had stepped away from your side and by the time Lucas noticed, his friend already stood in front of him, reaching out to take the arm that wasn’t clinging to the banister. Lucas let himself be pulled the last step until they were both standing at the top of the stairs. Moritz was still holding his arm, running his thumb over the inside of his forearm. Lucas got lost in the feeling until it pulled away.

The other man’s hand didn’t leave his body entirely though. Gently —and slow as if he was afraid Lucas would run— Mo’s hands came up to cup his face before the other man bent down and brought their lips together. By the time his brain caught up with what was happening and moved to reciprocate the kiss the other man had pulled away already. Lucas chased him, without thinking about it, rising up on his tiptoes to catch Mo’s mouth again before he realized what he was doing. Their lips didn’t touch again though. Instead he opened his eyes to find Moritz looking down at him, a single eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. Lips that had kissed his just seconds before.

They looked at each other for a moment before Mo took his hand again. “Komm.”

He led him into the bedroom behind him, grasp gentle. You were still on the bed, looking at them while —oh— touching yourself. Mo deposited him right next to you, close enough to touch but Lucas didn’t dare to reach out.

You didn’t seem to have that reservation, pressing yourself against his side and making him swallow hard. “You joining us?”

Lucas could feel both of your eyes on him as he looked at the floor. Was he?

The moment the yes left his lips you were on him, pushing at his chest until he fell back onto the bed and swinging a leg over his middle to sit on him. “Awesome.”

Your lips were softer than Mo’s, he noticed, as you bent down and kissed him. It wasn’t a sweet kiss like the one between your boyfriend and him had been. No. You kissed like you wanted to devour him. And Lucas would gladly let you.

He hesitated for a moment, maybe one or two of his racing heartbeats, before he let himself touch you. The sounds you made when he finally got his hands on your chest, —honey sweet and muffled against his own mouth, so painfully familiar after everything that happened. Lucas had been growing hard since he saw you and Moritz on the bed but now he could chase that pleasure. With you squirming on his lap, almost completely naked with the exception of your tiny underwear.

Lucas let his hands wander. He wanted to, needed to, feel more of your body. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew every centimeter of you. He let his hands dip lower, wandering down your sides only for them to bump against Mo’s hands where they were resting on your hip.

It wasn’t like he had forgotten that Moritz was there (there was no possible situation in which he could ever forget about Moritz) but this —touching him while touching you— made him feel exhilarated in a way he couldn’t place. Their fingers overlapped for a second but instead of pulling his hands away like Lucas had thought, Moritz put them on top of his own and pulled them the last few centimeters until they were resting on your ass. You moaned against his mouth and kissed him harder.

His own whine was silenced by your tongue as Moritz moved his own hands away. It was just a simple touch but Lucas already found himself missing it after seconds. His hands didn’t stay gone for long though.

Lucas jumped as Mo’s hands landed in his lap, pulling away from you and trying to look around your bodies as his friend fidgeted with the waistband of his pants, working on the knotted drawstring while skillfully avoiding touching his bulge.

“Great idea.” Lucas had no idea how your voice already sounded so wrecked as you addressed Mo before turning back to him. “Take off your clothes!”

The two of you watched as Lucas stripped down, sat on the edge of the bed, giving him your full attention. Some time between him losing his socks and him pulling his shirt over his head your hand had found its way into Mo’s boxers but Lucas didn’t mind. Your eyes were still on him.

It wasn’t until he was standing in front of you in his underwear that he wondered what you were even doing.

“What now?”

It was Moritz that stood up while you leaned back on the bed. “Now,” he wrapped an arm around Lucas’ middle, leaning close enough that his hair tickled his cheek, “Now you’re going to fuck my girlfriend.”

His hands didn’t leave his body, staying wrapped around Lucas as he rid himself of his boxers and guiding him to climb on the bed until he was holding himself up above you. The knowledge that you were beneath him, completely bare and just waiting for him to take you apart, drove him wild. Your arms wrapped around his neck and Lucas wanted nothing more than to lean down, get his mouth on your skin and his dick inside you when he remembered something.

“Hold on. Uh… condoms?”

You looked past him, sharing a look with Mo before the other man spoke up from beside you. “We don’t- Do you have any? We don’t use them but I can… get you one if you want?”

He turned to look between you two, trying to figure things out. “If-”

“I’m on the pill.” You interrupted them. “So you don’t have to use one.”

He looked between you two again, seeing Mo shrug before you pulled his upper body down to you again.

Mo’s voice was low as he spoke. “Go on. Make her feel good.”

Lucas didn’t know if it was an order or permission. Truthfully, thinking about anything beside you and Mo and him and Mo and you seemed impossible to him at the moment. All he could focus on was your face as he entered you, Mo’s hand on his back as he pressed inside, the way you felt around him. He was lost in the feeling, lost in the way you pulled him closer, lost in your mouth. A tangle of limbs and soft skin.

The bed dipped beside them and Lucas pulled away from you to see Moritz stretched out and watching you. His hair had come undone, falling into his face, and he wanted to reach out and run his hands through it, tug on it, watch his friend react to the touch.

You beat him to it though, grabbing for Mo with ease and pulling him in for a kiss. He had to move a little to give you space but he didn’t mind stopping his thrusts because the picture in front of him made up for everything. Up close he could hear your kiss more than he could see it, the deep rumble as Mo groaned, your sharp intake of breath. Lucas felt you shift beneath him so he started to move again. Slower this time. Almost teasing you.

Mo moaned again as you tugged his head lower by the hair. Lucas watched as he kissed his way down the valley of your throat before reaching your chest. He felt the moment Mo wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, the way you tightened around him, head thrown back and eyes closed. He was lost in the sight of you, hips moving in a rhythm of their own making as he tried to keep giving you pleasure for as long as he could.

Lucas was so focused on you and Mo’s mouth on your breasts that he didn’t notice his friend’s hand wandering between your bodies until he felt it, right where you were connected. Mo didn’t look up as his skillful fingers moved and Lucas tried to continue fucking you like you deserved but the combination of you clenching around him and Moritz tracing around his shaft where he was fucking into you was too much. He barely managed to hold himself up in order to not squish you two beneath him but Mo’s arm still ended up trapped, his head bumping against Lucas’ chest as he lifted it from your boob.

It was you who took charge, commandeering them to your liking. Mo withdrew with a deep sigh and Lucas couldn’t help but watch his friend for a moment. He was flushed, hair a mess and his mouth so plush he wanted nothing more than to lean over and connect their mouths. How had they only kissed once so far? Instead it was you who pulled him in for a kiss, soft and sweet, barely more than a peck even if you tightened around him again causing him to moan against your lips.

“Can you pull out real quick so that I can turn around?”

He did. A little slow so that he could savor the moment. When you turned to lay on your stomach he only mourned your boobs the normal amount.

“Alright.”

Lucas positioned himself again. Right at your entrance, fingers on one hand pushing the soft flesh of your ass aside so that he could see. “Can I…?”

“If you don’t fuck me right now…” The rest of your words were swallowed by a moan as he pushed inside again.

The angle was different but no less intoxicating as he started to move. Slower than before. Savoring it. His eyes followed the line of your spine from your butt up to —oh.

Mo had moved again while Lucas had been so distracted by you. He was now sitting against the headboard of his bed, legs spread and long on either side of your body, as you took him into your mouth. Mo had his eyes closed, his own mouth hanging open as he focused on your mouth and your mouth only, but Lucas couldn’t blame him. While he couldn’t see you he was sure you made a pretty picture.

Lucas was careful as he picked up the pace. Every push of his hips against yours also pushed you onto Moritz and he didn’t want you to choke on his friend while he mindlessly chased his pleasure.

Mo was similarly holding back. One of his hands rested on the back of your head but he was careful not to push.

You were a precious thing, laying between them and taking them both.

Lucas leaned down a little, his movement just enough to change the angle at which he was fucking you a little bit. Your response was instantaneous, clenching around him while also humming around Mo’s dick. Both men swore at the sensation.

When he opened his eyes he saw that Mo was staring back at him and for a split second Lucas wondered if his friend would kiss him again. The angle was off but if they leaned just a little bit or maybe if you… he didn’t get to finish the thought because Mo’s eyes squeezed shut and a tell-tale shudder ran through his body.

His own hips stuttered at the sight but he hoped you wouldn’t mind too much that he ruined his rhythm yet again. He didn’t know how anybody could watch Moritz come and not get distracted. And really, it was incredibly unfair that his friend had a pretty o-face on top of everything. When he looked up to look at you two again Lucas let out a quiet laugh at the sight in front of him, more involuntarily than not. Mo had shuffled out from under you and had flopped back on his side next to them. He laid there, violent blush spreading down his heaving chest and softening dick out without a care in the world. The authenticity of it burned.

“Ja, ja. Laugh all you want; tomorrow she’ll blow you and we’ll see how long you’ll last.”

You laughed too, walls fluttering around him as you did. The pace of his hips picked up again as he started to fuck you in earnest. With Moritz no longer in front of you he didn’t have to worry about fucking you into him too much. Instead he could listen to the way you moaned for him, the way your breath hitched when he changed the angle at which he was hitting you, the way you begged for him.

Lucas moved harder, arms on either side of your body holding him up above you while he thrusted into you. The whole bed was moving and in the back of his head he thought about that first night he heard you and Mo before you tightened around him and he couldn’t think anymore.

Your orgasm took Lucas by surprise, even more than Mo’s did, but it only took him a handful of thrusts to follow you. Too tight to resist any longer. He collapsed onto your back, too overwhelmed to hold himself up any longer, while he continued to grind into you with shallow little thrusts.

It wasn’t until the two of you had completely stilled that Moritz kissed him. It was similar to their first kiss, sweet and languid, only this time Lucas managed to kiss him back. Mo moaned against his lips as he did, pressing back harder before pulling away.

Lucas was gentle as he pulled out. He didn’t miss your little whine at the feeling so he pressed a kiss against your shoulder blade before fully rolling over to lay next to you. On the other side of your body Mo was just becoming active again, reaching out to touch you now that Lucas wasn’t on top of you any more.

He watched as your boyfriend helped you turn over until you were laying on your back again, kissing you so filthily that Lucas had to swallow even though he had been inside you only moments ago. He sat up a little more, resting his head on one of Mo’s pillows until he could rest comfortably and watch you. His own private show.

He was too exhausted to touch himself when Moritz started kissing down your body but the image would be burned into his mind forever. His friend kissed his way down your body, adding another mark to the ones on your boob before moving lower. You were gasping again, hands fisted in his curls, but you weren’t pulling Mo up or pushing him down, you were simply tugging on the strands as Mo moaned.

He reached out to you just as Mo reached your middle, palming one of your boobs as Mo licked into you for the first time. Lucas was torn between watching your face or watching him eat you out but that decision was quickly made for him when he remembered that he didn’t wear a condom.

He had come inside of you.

And Mo was eating you out.

Something about his best friend possibly tasting him in you made his head feel fuzzy. His stomach grew heavy with need while he watched. One hand absentmindedly thumbing at your nipple as he cupped one of your boobs, the other hand reaching down to play with himself. He didn’t think he’d come again so soon after but the movement of his hand felt more like drawn out pleasure than overstimulation so he continued to slowly jerk himself.

Mo was grinding against the mattress but the lazy way he moved made it clear to him that he wasn’t chasing another release either. He was focused on eating you out. Lucas was focused on him eating you out, too.

It didn’t take long for you to come again. Not with the way Mo was devouring you. Watching you come was different than feeling you come around him. Obviously. But Lucas could have sworn you didn’t shake like that when he had made you come, a full body shiver against the sheets. One of your hands left Mo’s hair and gripped his thigh instead as you fell apart and Lucas couldn’t even flinch at the pain of your nails leaving little indents on his skin because the knowledge that you seemed him out, unconsciously as it be, in the throes of pleasure made up for it tenfold.

He reveled in the feeling. Watching Mo pull away from your pussy while your biting grip on his thigh slowly turned into a gentle pet.

Lucas was expecting the two of you to gather yourselves soon, to send him on his merry way to the room next door never to talk about this night again. Mo might’ve been talking about another time in the morning but that was simple dirty talk in the moment and not something he’d cling to, if only to protect his heart from getting attached.

He was preparing himself to leave when you tugged him down from where he was lounging until you could roll over, keeping him on the bed with your body on his. Your head came to rest on his chest and he felt nervous, wondering if you could hear how fast his heart was beating. Hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, relieved when you snuggled closer.

Lucas hadn’t even realized that Moritz had left until the older man walked in holding his own blanket. He didn’t realize why he had gotten it but then Mo started to try and get his own blanket off the bed with Lucas and you still on it. Oh yeah, they had fucked on top of the duvet. It was awkward but all it did was make you laugh, not get up or attempt to help him in any way. When he had finally wrangled it free he simply dumped it on the floor before throwing Lucas’ over them. It fell in a way that covered your head completely and the way he could feel your giggle against his skin as he pushed it down a little so that you could breathe made his heart race even more than before. If you hadn’t heard it before, now you surely did.

“Can you move a little?”

The two of you were laying a little off center on the bed. Maybe if they’d be closer to the other side three people could fit in there but right now it seemed impossible for Mo to get in with you as well. Lucas wasn’t one to leave his friend without a sleeping place. You were still clinging to him though, only lifting your head a little to look at them. Lucas used that opportunity to shuffle a bit closer to the center, moving your body with him, even just for a few centimeters.

It must have been enough for Mo because he lifted a corner of the blanket and laid down next to them. It was a tight fit but he reckoned that he could turn with you enough that you would lay in between them. Before he could move though Moritz put his arm around you. Both of you.

Lucas knew that he shouldn’t enjoy this so much but he let himself be held either way. Mo felt warm and solid against his side and when Lucas curled up around you a little more he followed suit and curled up around him. He never really cared if he was the big spoon or the little spoon, usually defaulting to being the big spoon, but being a middle spoon made something he couldn’t describe settle inside him.

He yawned, wide but silent. They would let him stay the night. Maybe they would let him stay beyond that. His sleepy mind didn’t share the same worries that he had ten minutes ago so he let himself enjoy your embrace.

Somewhere between your soft breathing on his chest and barely there kisses against the back of his neck, Lucas fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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KINKTOBER IS HERE WHERE ARE THE SLUTTIEST MOST FILTHY CILLIAN MURPHY FICS I'M READY

#kinktober #i am not okay #where are the smuts #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane imagines #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy #cillian fic #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader #jonathan crane x y/n #smut #jonathan crane #the dark knight #jackson rippner #raymond leon #robert fischer #neil lewis #tommy shelby

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Exactly My Type

Plot: When going to dinner at Raymond's for what you think is a work dinner, takes a turn.

Prompt: 'First Kiss'

Pairing: Raymond Smith x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @will-grammer

Warnings: Just the kiss.

Words: 1.5k

As you walked up the path to Raymond's front door, you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. No matter how many times you saw him or spoke to him, they were always there.

After ringing the doorbell, you wiped your hands down your top, hoping you didn't over-dress for this dinner. It was only to discuss work, you needed to remind yourself of that. It wasn't a date, just a casual work meal.

As the door swung open, Raymond revealed himself to be in his usual suited appearance, though with an added apron draped from his neck.

He smiled "Right on time."

"Like usual." You added on with a smile, knowing he always appreciated punctuality.

He held open the door or you you stepped inside. You began to take off your jacket, but hesitated when you suddenly felt Raymond grab it from behind. Looking back, your eyes locked and he smiled as he helped you remove it. You felt a shiver run up your spine as his fingers grazed your skin through the fabric.

"Thanks." You muttered softly.

After he hung it up, you followed him into the kitchen. Looking around, it was just a spotless and pristine as usual. But your eyes lingered on a new addition. A bouquet of flowers sitting on the table.

You felt your chest tighten as you wondered who he got them for. You knew quite a lot about Raymond, but he never mentioned personal relationships. You wouldn't be surprised if he had a partner, though you would be lying if you said you didn't feel disappointment at the idea.

Sitting at the bar as Raymond got some glasses, you didn't have to say anything as he immediately prepared your favorite drink. You smiled to yourself as you noticed this, your cheeks warming up a bit.

Looking over to the stove you spoke up "Need any help?"

He shook his head as he placed the drink in font of you "It's done, just need to plate it."

He motioned his head to the dining room table, where you normally ate. Making your way over, you began to sat down, surprised again by Raymond sudden appearance behind you as he pulled out your chair for you. You smiled in thanks as he walked back to the kitchen.

After you began eating, you started to talk about the reason you came, but you were surprised to learn that Raymond had already begun to resolve the problem.

And every problem you brought up, he seemed to have a resolution for as well. You started to wonder why you were here at all.

"Are Mickey and Rosalind aware of all of this?"

He nodded "Yes, but they don't need to worry right now. They went to The Maldives for Valentines Day."

You hummed "Sounds nice. How long are they staying?"

"A week. I hope to have everything resolved before they return."

"I don't doubt you will."

You saw his mouth twitch up at this, and you felt your chest burn a little warmer.

After cleaning up from dinner you and Raymond continued to sit and talk, new drinks in hand. You couldn't stop your eyes from occasionally looking over at the flowers. You hated how the curiosity burned in your chest.

Finally finding the courage, you spoke, though with reserve heavy in your voice. "Are you doing anything? For Valentines Day?"

Raymond looked at you in silence for a moment before adjusting his glasses "Should I be?"

You shrugged and took a sip of your drink "Well, if you finish this business for Mickey, you could give yourself some time off as well." You motioned your head towards the flowers "Looks like you've already started planning."

Raymond looked over at the flowers and you noticed how he repressed a smile "I have."

Your chest clenched at this. You were hoping he'd deny it.

"That's why I already prepared everything like I said."

"Are you going to tell me about them?" You asked, feigning a smile and curiosity, hoping Raymond couldn't see through it to the pain you were actually hiding.

He sat back in his chair for a moment, seemingly considering if he should. Adjusting his glasses again he cleared his throat.

"I've known them for quite a while now. They aren't what they seem like on the outside. People tend to think there is nothing more to them, but they're always wrong, there is always more."

You could sense pride in his voice as he talked about them and you'd be lying if you didn't feel a little jealous.

"Is that what won you over?" You asked with a slightly joking tone.

He smiled and shook his head "Not just that. It's also their bravery, kindness, skill, willingness to help anyone they can. Not to mention their sense of humor."

You smiled at him "Sounds like they got it all."

"They do. But they don't realize it themselves."

Clearing his throat he stood up and walked over to the table. You watched him closely as he approached the flowers before he grabbed them, bringing them over.

Oh great, was he going to talk about them some more? Are these their favorite flowers? Maybe you shouldn't have pushed.

Walking up to you, he set the flowers down in front of you before he put his hands in his pockets. You could see them more clearly now than before. It was a mix of white roses, dark pink dahlias and light pink peonies.

Reaching up you gently touched them. These were some of your favorite flowers.

"They're beautiful, they'll love them."

Raymond smiled softly in amusement as he gazed down a you. You met his eyes and suddenly felt like you were see through.

"What?"

"There for you, you toss-pot."

You felt as though a jolt of electricity went through you "What?"

"I was talking about you." He smiled a bit wider.

"Y- You were?"

Moving past you, he sat in the chair beside you facing you, his knees pressed up against your leg.

"I didn't invite you to talk work, I just wanted to have dinner with you. And I hoped, somewhere along the way I'd get a chance to give you these."

He could see your brain working in overdrive as you remained speechless, putting it all together.

He continued to smile softly at you before he reached over and placed his hand on top of yours, slowly linking his fingers around yours.

"I hope this stunned silence is not leading up to a rejection."

Finally taking hold of yourself you shook your head. "No, it's not, I'm just really surprised."

"Why?"

You shrugged your shoulders as you smiled a bit bashfully "I didn't think I was your type."

He grinned "You're exactly my type."

Your heart started pounding in your chest as he reached towards your legs with his other hand. You repressed a grin as he turned you so you were facing him, your legs now pressed against his.

As his eyes stared into yours, your ears burned hot. You had never seen him look at you like this. You saw his eyes flick to your lips for a split-second and your heart skipped a beat.

"Raymond?"

"Yes?" He asked softly.

"Thank you for the flowers." You replied with a softer voice.

"You're very welcome." Tilting his head slightly his smile turned into more of a smirk "Now about Valentines Day."

You quirked your brow.

"You are free I hope?"

You smiled and nodded "Yes, I'm free."

"Good, I wasn't looking forward to having competition."

You chuckled and shook your head "No competition. No one could compete anyways."

He smiled and you swore you saw a blush crawl across his cheeks for a moment.

"So, Valentines Day?" You added on.

"Yes. What we will be doing is a secret. I just want to make sure you have the day free."

"The whole day?" You asked with lightly surprise and he shrugged his head. You leaned forward and spoke with a light sarcastic tone "Are you going to try and seduce me Raymond?"

He smirked and leaned in as well "I thought I already had."

You grinned "Bold assumption."

His smile grew as well and you saw his eyes flick to your lips again before his gaze held yours. He moved his face in closer, so your noses were almost touching.

"I suppose I should try harder then."

Leaning in in sync, your lips met and your heart jolted. Raymond's hand quickly rose to cup your face before he cupped your head, deepening the kiss. You laid your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating heavily. After a second, his other hand come up as he gently place it on top of yours, squeezing lightly.

After a few more moments, you parted, somewhat breathless. Your eyes locked as you both had soft smiles. Bringing his hand back to cup your face, he gently brushed his thumb over your lips as his eyes lingered on them.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He said softly before he met your eyes again "And I'd very much like to do it again." He spoke as he slowly leaned in closer.

You smiled as you met him in another kiss, softer and slower this time, as he linked the fingers of his other hand through yours.

xx End xx

Kind of an abrupt ending, but I didn't know where to go with it where it would end naturally lol I hope you liked it!~

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Raymond Smith Taglist: @will-grammer, @venusthepirate

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band--psycho · 8 months

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

My first entry for my 3.6k drabble celebration!

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

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Prompt - You tried to kill me three days ago

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

Instead he was relieved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he shoot her? Yes.

But he knew it wouldn’t kill her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even now she craved his touch.

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

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

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

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

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rosiemarieyn · 2 months

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Thomas Shelby

Pretty White Dress (angst)

𐙚 Thomas meets a foreign beauty while trying to get over his former wifes’ death.

Secret (darkfic, fluff & angst) !spy reader! !mentions of death, murder!

𐙚 Being a spy sent to kill Thomas Shelby didn’t go well…but in the end you are happy.

First Love (fluff & drabble)

𐙚 Loving someone you’re not supposed to might not go as bad as they say.

Evening Party (fluff)

𐙚 Meeting the blue eyed stranger who makes your heart flutter.

Silence (darkfic & angst)

𐙚 He only cared about himself, leaving you to rot away.

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𐙚 You need his sinful love to surround you while you slowly crumble into pieces.

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𐙚 This is what makes us girls, loving people you shouldn’t.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You (fluff)

𐙚 Can’t take his eyes off you.

Jonathan Crane

Favour ||pt. 1|| (darkfic)

𐙚 Your annoying boss decides firing you, or you could do him a favour and keep your job.

Tom (the party)

Addiction (angst, infidelity & drabble) !substance abuse!

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lvckyuh · 10 months

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If Jake was raised by Holt and Kevin

#kevin cozner #b99 #raymond holt #b99 fanart #jake peralta #my art #idk how old Jake would be here or even Kevin or Holt #imagine that goof of a kid during a parent teacher interview and his parents come in and one’s a successful book smart PHD scholar professor #and ones a decorated police captain #also what book is Holt reading?#song of achillies? Ray and Kev agreeing it’s for children #but let’s be real it’s probably dr sues cat and the hat

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Jake walked towards you well more like excited fast walk while trying to hide his smile, he sat down on the chair next to your desk.

Without looking at him you asked “What do you want Peralta?”

“I’m pranking someone. Want in?”

Your head wiped so fast looking at him “Who are we pranking?”

His smile got so big “Some idiots at the 6-5 precinct who made fun of Terry many many years ago and now they shall face the master of pranks.”

“Okay first you’re not the ‘master of pranks’ I am.”

He made a face.

“And second what do you have in mind? Because I sure have the perfect prank for this.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Terry was walking towards Holt’s office when he saw you two smiling and whispering like you’re little demons.

“Hey” he yelled to get your attention.

The two of you looked at him and stopped smiling.

“What are you two planning?” his eyebrow raised.

“Nothing” Both Jake and you said at the same time smiling at him.

He gave you one concerned look then went inside Holt’s office.

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watchtowerindistress · 2 years

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overcome that little challenge - raymond smith x fem!reader

A/N: Don’t look at me like that. I fell down the Charlie Hunnam rabbit hole and this character fascinated me the most. Please be gentle - this is my first time writing for Raymond. I’m really nervous about getting this man of a OCD-mess right.

To be honest, I wanted to work on a Teen Wolf story I had in mind, but then I watched this film called ‘The Gentlemen’ and now that’s currently out of the window with Charlie taking all the space in my brain.

This is my first time using the c-word in a sexual way. I’m so excited!

Summary: Reader works for Roderick 'The Spider' Dollison, one of Mickey Pearson’s partners, while being in a secret relationship with Raymond. How will Raymond react once he sees someone flirting with you?

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!reader

Warning: language, sexual harassment (to a degree), mention of smut, consumption of alcohol, angry!raymond, jealous!raymond, possessive!smut

Words: 4.4k

Read on AO3

Your arms were crossed over your chest while you were listening to another waitress who was interested in shortening her hours. Both of you were standing near the bar counter, yet still keeping everything happening in the nightclub in your eyesight.

Your body stood askew when Isabella approached you. “Y/N, I’m sorry? You have a visitor.”

You slowly turned your body until you were facing the other waitress. “Visitor?”

“You know, the gorgeous one with all his fancy clothing?” After seeing your curious stare, Isabella continued her explanation, “Could make you shut up with a single glance? You know, Rigid Ray?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. “I got it the first time.” You shook your head. “Just wanted to see what else you would describe him as.”

You turned your head to look for him when Raymond’s figure came into view.

The blond-haired consigliere wore his thick coat while standing underneath the atmospheric red-and-blue club lights. Raymond’s suit and tie were visible under the unbuttoned coat. His hands were in his pockets when he sent you a blank stare that you would almost classify as boredom.

You suppressed a smirk, knowing how much he abhorred seeking the Spider’s presence by stepping into the nightclub with all the sensory overload it offered. Raymond already blinked uneasily several times ever since he entered.

Isabella leaned forward in a conspiratorial whisper. “How is he like, by the way?”

You turned your head once you detected the curiosity in her voice. “You’ve met him, haven’t you?”

“Yes, but the lad’s still an enigma. How can you stand it when he’s staring at you like that? Just so unnerving, that’s all.”

“That’s why I can take it. Now get back to work, love.” You softly touched her shoulder on parting. “I can’t have people thinking I’m a nice superior.”

The woman shook her head while chuckling and moved away.

It didn’t take long until you slowly moved towards Raymond.

Still rooted to the spot, Raymond waited patiently for you to finally arrive.

With a smile on your lips, you gazed at him with a crooked head and befuddled eyes. “Mr. Smith.”

“Ms. Y/L/N.” Raymond nodded in greeting.

After looking over his shoulder, you teased with a murmur, “And without your lap dogs this time.” Your eyes sparkled when you gazed at him. “Should I feel special?”

“I need to talk to your boss.”

Your mouth twisted at hearing those words. “That’s not how this works. You call ahead. Not to mention, I’m the one who decides if my boss has the time in his social calendar. This is a privilege. Do not take it for granted.”

Inhaling deeply, he gazed at you with narrowed eyes.

Someone was fuming. Why did that delight you so much though? Maybe it was the idea of ruffling this man’s feathers.

Raymond blinked, inhaling deeply. “It’s been a long day. I don’t have time for games.”

You spread your arms to appease him. “Not a game. Roderick’s talking to someone at the moment.”

Raymond frowned as a slightly unsettled emotion took over his features. “…Roderick?”

“Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I’m willing to keep your secret if you could squeeze me in,” Raymond whispered softly.

Gazing over his shoulder towards the railing to see Big Stanley step out of Roderick’s office, you sent Raymond a teasing glance. With your lips pursed, you mockingly sighed, “Could be a tight fit.” You felt secretly delighted at seeing Raymond’s expression.

He clenched his jaw before blinking furiously.

You lifted your tablet to your eyes with a sigh and tweaked Roderick’s calendar a bit. “Then I reckon it’s your luck that Spider is done with his meeting with Big Stan.”

You offered your hands in a teasing gesture of a servant. “Would you like me to take your coat?”

Raymond gazed at you with a blank stare.

Almost like reading his mind, you assured him with a lilting voice, “I won’t leave any creases, love.”

Raymond sighed before debating with himself. “All right.”

A playful smile was on your lips. “Wonderful.”

His mouth twisted while he abandoned his coat with tense movements and humming noises, like this offering was hard enough for him already. “I’ll come back for it,” he said with a dark promise.

“I’m sure you will,” you whispered in return.

Raymond left your presence to advance the stairs.

Staring after him, you subconsciously stroked the dark clothing before calling after him, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Except for the fiddling of his glasses, Raymond didn’t appear to hear what you were saying before he stepped inside your boss’ office.

You only raised your eyebrows before you exhaled. You turned towards the bar and sat on the barstool.

Kylie, the woman taking care of the drinks for the evening, sent you a sympathetic smile. “Oh, someone has got their Ray face on.”

You placed the device next to you on the counter. “Oh, really? What does that look like?”

Kylie pursed her lips. “You know. Sometimes you look tired, like you just went ten rounds. Other times you look pleased. Although you always have that twinkle in your eye.”

“Pour me a red one, would you, dear?” You casually pointed a finger in the air. “It’s just fun teasing him sometimes.”

She placed a glass of red wine in front of you, “Here you go. Anything else?”

You handed her your device. “For safekeeping.” You noticed her placing it behind the counter, away from prying eyes. “I’ve got a free slot. So, if anyone needs me…?” You shrugged before taking a sip.

Kylie nudged with her jaw behind you. “The new one could use some backup for the poker game, you know?”

You exhaled and took a hearty gulp as a refreshment. “That’s okay.” Smirking cheekily, you draped Raymond’s coat over the counter. “In exchange. Be a dear and let Raymond know that nothing was indeed creased? Verbatim, though.”

Taking your glass of wine, you almost spilled the drink with an arching motion. You merely sent her a mischievous smirk. “Oops.” You chuckled. You seemed to have a waggish sense of humour tonight. “I’ll see how our little hummingbird is faring.”

You wandered through the hallways until you saw the open door to the poker room. A man stood guard outside, just to be sure. You nodded your head in greeting. If working for the Spider taught you anything, then it was that a safety precaution was never wasted. Roderick’s world often lured in people who didn’t know any bounds or decency.

“Hello, boys.”

Your eyes met Laurie, the new waitress once you finally entered the room. “You all right, love?”

Laurie nodded with a strained smile while holding a bottle of Whiskey to her chest as a shield.

You beckoned her to grant you the bottle with two fingers. “Come on. Why don’t you let me lend you a hand?”

“I think we scared her off, ain’t that, right, lads?” One man of the small group chuckled uproariously until the others joined in.

Laurie stepped towards you with careful steps, either because of the prospect of dropping a prize-y bottle or because of her high heels.

You took the bottle and leaned forward to whisper in Laurie's ear. “Just watch what I’m doing and don’t let them get to you. They’re little boys, nothing more.”

Laurie nodded in understanding.

Your eyes wandered downwards to Laurie’s legs. “Next time, wear some shoes which are comfortable. Didn’t the other girls tell you? One-inch heels are more than appropriate.”

For the first time Laurie smiled. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

With a smile, you turned back to your guests. “I hope our new girl didn’t leave you thirsty.”

Licking his lips, the dark-haired leader of the group with the moustache observed your legs with lecherous eyes.

The man’s obvious lewdness made you feel naked underneath the over-the-waist dress you wore.

God, what was his name again? Something like Trevor or Tony?

As your own form of petty revenge, you called him Tiny Tony in your head. Speaking of Tiny Tony...

“I’m getting thirsty by merely looking at you. Makes me want to reach out and grab-” He reached out a hand, like he wanted to squeeze your bum.

Out of reflex, you slapped his hand away until it dropped on the poker table. The men chortled at the obvious rejection.

Before retaliation could occur, you chose mischief instead. “The only thing you should grab are your cards, mate.” Without peeking at his card, you tilted your head. Loud enough for the others to hear, you whispered into his ear, “If they are any good though.”

As soon as you heard the others chuckle, you smirked. “Gentlemen … We are here for tonight’s refreshments and hope we can entertain you for the evening.”

“Oh, really?” The eyes of Tiny Tony darkened.

“How about this one for entertainment?” The second player with the blond hair muttered while his eyes lingered on Laurie.

You poured the guests their drinks. “Sorry to disappoint. We’re only here to keep the drinks pouring and you men comfortable.”

Laurie followed your example and poured in the same amount for Blondie’s drink.

“But having this one sit on my lap would make me very comfortable,” Blondie jeered.

“Don’t beg, it’s unbecoming. Not that kind of club.”

“It’s a pity. Spider could get in more of a clientele that way,” Tiny Tony retorted.

You resorted to the diplomatic route. “There are rules after all.” You remembered that the servers weren’t supposed to be like private dancers. Touching was allowed but under no circumstances were the girls supposed to lose their clothes.

“The Lodge doesn’t need more customers by surrendering to the basic carnal need of human nature. We already offer the temptation. It’s more like … foreplay, the prelude to want more. It's a tease. The stage before you lure someone into a relationship. Imagine us as the best friend of your sibling. Exhilarating, but forbidden in a way. And if we catch you doing something you shouldn’t, we’re going to cut something off.” You raised an eyebrow, like that thought secretly delighted you.

Tiny Tony exhaled a groan. “You’re like the woman of my dreams,” he said, letting his hand linger on your waist.

You allowed the touch as long as he wouldn’t touch your skin.

“What about a loophole and you give me your number, sexy?”

You inwardly rolled your eyes at the pet name. “Then I would tell you to keep on dreaming and give you the number for the pizza place for your lonely nights.”

Moustache Boy grunted. “You’re breaking my heart here. What did I ever do to you, huh? Do I have competition? Anyone special in your life? Someone warming your bed?” He gazed at your cleavage and licked his lips.

Strangely, this filled your body with revulsion, unlike the other things he said or did. Your voice took on a pitying quality to dissuade him for good. “Not really. Besides, honey, your idea of three minutes of shagging are not going to be worth my time.”

You lightly smacked his cheek in a condescending manner. When only silence rang in the room, you were surprised by the lack of laughter from his band of friends, since they loved taking the piss out of each other and wouldn’t miss an opportunity. You only felt Tony's hand tighten around your waist.

There was a tingling sensation in the air that stunned you. Your face met Laurie’s dazed expression looking at something over your shoulder.

Only one person could render someone speechless.

You sighed before you slowly turned your head. A mixture between dread and apprehension swelled in your stomach. The first thing you saw was the blank expression on Raymond’s face as he was standing by the door, with his coat slung over his arm. Only his eyes revealed his true emotions as they darkened. Dark-blue eyes lingered on the hand at your waist.

You quickly regained your composure. “Mr. Smith, I wasn’t aware that your interests lay with parlour games.”

They didn’t. Raymond usually swung by - if swinging by was something he was known for as such a strait-laced man - and instantly left as soon as the business was done.

“It’s Raymond.”

Tiny Tony instantly let go of your waist once he acknowledged the familiarity between you and cleared his throat. “Didn’t know you two know each other.”

The name of Mickey Pearson could open doors who was notorious for his connections in the business world and criminal underworld. But the mere persona of his consigliere certainly could fill the hearts with anxiety.

You scrutinized Raymond with confused eyes. Deliberately ignoring Raymond’s suggestion since this had been the first time he offered his first name in public, you revealed, “Mr. Smith is on business with Mr. Dollison.”

Your hand clasped your wrist over your stomach when you eyed his coat as a hint. “I see Kylie was kind enough to return your coat.”

You tilted your head with narrowed eyes. “Is there anything else?”

Raymond clenched his jaw. He scratched his bearded jaw in consideration.

Swallowing thickly, you felt your stomach clench. You hated how much his groomed beard affected you. Damn him for being a beautiful bastard.

“Indeed, there is. Let’s talk outside.” Raymond said as a finite statement, leaving no room for discussion.

You inwardly sighed. “Fine.” Your eyes met Laurie’s. “You can take a short break.”

She only nodded and walked towards the door. Raymond stepped out of the way to grant her space.

You followed behind her when Raymond lifted his finger. “Excuse me for one moment.”

Standing near the wall, you watched in bafflement as Raymond walked towards the man whose hands lingered on you.

Raymond placed his hand on the table to cage him in. Using his full height to his advantage, he leaned forward until there was no way he could be avoided. From afar, you could see him whispering something in his ear.

Since the man was already uncomfortable by the inability to escape, he was squirming in his chair with every hushed word being uttered.

Raymond swiftly turned around while adjusting his tie with an amicable smile. This rarity made you feel slightly unsettled since he tended to be more of a serious chap. “With that out of the way...”

Raymond swaggered to the doorjamb, but unlike with Laurie, he stayed rooted to the spot while you were forced to squeeze past him. The tall man made it impossible not to brush against his broad chest before he finally closed the door behind you.

You gestured to the dimly lit hallway, remembering that Raymond wanted to have that talk. The lingering bass of the seductive music echoed in the air. “Shall we?” You leaned against the wall, waiting for Raymond to go ahead.

He followed your example at the wall opposite of you, letting the red lights flood over his features in a mysterious way when he stared at you quietly.

“Your meeting was successful, I take it?”

“We’ve come to an understanding,” Raymond replied vaguely.

You arched an eyebrow. “Fine, keep your secrets. Spider’s going to tell me later on anyway.”

“That kind of tight bond between you two?”

“You mean, like between you and your boss?” You retorted before shrugging your shoulders. “I’d say so.” His vague answers made you blink. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Raymond was looking for an excuse to spend some time with you.

“Anything else, or were you trying for small talk?”

“The last time we talked, you told me I was a cold-hearted bastard,” Raymond mumbled.

The memory a few nights ago made your body tense in apprehension. You had to remind yourself where you were. At last, you put on a pleasant smile.

“Barely even remember why I said it though,” you replied with a deadpan voice. It was one of those statements one would utter to not let it show how much something was getting to you.

Raymond hummed under his breath. He tried to gauge your inner emotions by gazing into your eyes in contemplation. Raymond bowed his head, like he pulled off his invisible hat in kudos while glancing at you through his eyelashes. Fully realizing when he was silently asked to leave.

“Do pay your boss our deepest respect for accommodating us on such short notice.”

You merely nodded. While Raymond quietly departed, you focused on a spot over his shoulder.

A restless sigh left you. Your knee bounced nervously while you were reclining on the couch. You hated yourself for even harbouring the thought of swallowing your pride before him.

“No, no, no. I’m not going to do that.” You shook your head and glanced over to the phone laying on your coffee table. Despite the current black screen, the reminder of the text message still rang in your mind, taunting you.

Finally, you threw back your head in frustration with a groan. “Fine,” you grumbled under your breath. “This is a bad idea,” you added to your self-talk before you snatched your car keys.

“Is this your idea of a joke?” The growl left you as soon as you stormed Raymond’s home after unlocking the door. During your search for him, you found him in the sitting room. You lifted your phone in demonstration.

Raymond lazily lifted his head from the book he was reading. Gone was the uptight look and he was wearing his comfortable clothes reserved for when he was at home. He abandoned his suit and tie and changed into his cardigan.

“Hello to you, too, Y/N. What a surprise.” Raymond stared at you and tilted his head in that arrogant manner that always drove you mad.

“You shameless bastard.”

Snapping his book shut, Raymond placed it on the corner table next to the couch he was sitting on. Patiently, he folded his hands and said, “Those are brazen words, you know? It’s moments like these that make me wonder if you secretly share British roots after all.”

Raymond’s distraction tactics wouldn’t deter you. After you clenched your jaw, you looked down at the screen of your phone to read his message.

“Let’s talk about this. You know how hard it is for me to sleep without you.”

You looked up again. “Tell me again, what is there to talk about? I thought you needed ‘space’?” You used air quotes for the last word while Raymond’s steadfast gaze started to unnerve you. “I thought you couldn’t take it for me to take over so much of your bachelor home.”

Raymond calmly stared up at you with an open expression. “You want a drink?”

You narrowed your eyes at that. “What’s your game?”

Was Raymond trying to get you drunk to lower your defences? He wasn’t the nefarious type, maybe he aimed to give you a reason not to drive back home while you still had one too many?

“I just want to have a chat, love.” Raymond stood up and sent you a short glance before wandering away to a cupboard offering his prized bottles of alcohol. “Single Malt all right with you?”

You shook your head. Your stomach was getting heated with disappointment. “You know what? I can’t do this.”

The familiar intimacy was slowly getting to you. And Raymond’s cold demeanour in the past few weeks wasn’t good for you. Even while working for Roderick, his silent treatment rang through the back of your mind like the ghost of a distraction.

With every intention to leave, you turned away. You were tired of Raymond’s idea of fighting consisted of torturing you with silence and a look of disappointment and anger.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

Raymond’s thundering voice made you shiver and freeze in place in the kitchen. Raymond never got loud, he was all quiet and simmering anger.

You slowly turned around in astonishment, asking slowly, “What did you say?”

“You heard me, love.” Sarcasm lingered in his voice when Raymond used the term of endearment. His mouth was twisted into a snarl as he followed you with stalking steps. Raymond glared at you darkly behind his glasses. “What? Is someone scared of a little confrontation?”

Your fingertips were tingling at the taunt when you tilted your head. “Says you?”

Raymond crossed his arms over his chest. “What were you doing in that poker room?”

“My job. You know how this world works.”

Stepping even closer in your personal space, he grunted, “Oh yes, you two looked rather friendly from where I was standing. Makes me wonder how far you would have let him take it.”

You shook your head until the ends of your hair shook with the vigorous motion. “You’re such an asshole.”

Raymond’s eyes glazed with fire. “No, I’m a man who doesn’t appreciate someone else touching my woman.” His voice turned barely into a threatening whisper. “And I’m not very fond of the way in which you’re talking to me.”

You didn’t know what was getting into you as a delightful shiver wrecked your body once you saw anger on Raymond’s face and not the tight control. You weren’t one of those people who got turned on by their partner getting angry - on the contrary, it felt touching that you were able to tickle a part of him that stayed hidden.

“Oh really? I’m not one of your minions you can command.” Fascination glinted in your eyes when you whispered, “Now I’m truly curious what you’re going to do next.”

Raymond inched closer until you could feel his warm breath on your lips. His gaze was drawn to your mouth before he stared back into your eyes.

“Shut your mouth before I fill it for you.”

With every second passing, your breathing was turning heavy. Your mouth was agape, but no sounds came out. While your eyes were closed, you tightened your legs around Raymond’s waist while he pounded into you relentlessly.

Raymond’s body was on top of you, and you could only take what he was dishing out. His hand held your wrists in a tight vice, making it impossible for you to even reach for him while he was relentlessly punishing you with his thrusts.

“Someone’s greedy for my cock, aren’t you? You think you deserve it? You think you deserve to cum?”

The taunting words made your cunt drip. You moaned loudly when your thighs slung higher until Raymond’s member slid even deeper inside you with every push.

You craned your neck until your lips inched closer to his ear when you whispered, “You know I can make it feel good for you.” The muscles of your cunt tightened around his hard flesh.

You felt his groan deep inside you, making you shiver from the sensation.

“Such a greedy little cunt.” Raymond shook his head. Logic went back to his ocean-blue eyes. “Not like this.”

His warm breath flittered over your lips when he taunted, “I think you need to atone for your misdeeds.”

With a sweeping motion, Raymond pulled you in the air. A shriek of surprise exhaled from your lips.

Raymond was sitting in the middle of his bed while he dropped you into his lap. Grunting with exertion, Raymond slid back inside.

You exhaled heavily, like you called him home. Your fingers stroked the hair at the back of his head which was getting slippery from sweat.

Raymond pushed his glasses back until he could finally scrutinize you with appreciation again. His gaze swept downwards before his eyes met the entrance where his penis slid into you.

Raymond’s hand tightened around your hips, controlling your movements with every thrust upwards. And rhythmically pulling your hips with every sensual stroke. Pushing himself deeper until you two were melded together.

A delicious shiver ran through your body when Raymond’s eyes darkened in warning when you rubbed yourself against him until your clit brushed the coarse hair at his crotch.

“Not like this, darling.”

His hands stiffened before he spanked your bottom.

Your squeal shifted into an encouraging moan.

To torture you even more, Raymond gyrated his hips, putting your climax further out of reach. “You’re not in control of this tonight. I decide when you cum.”

Not above begging, you implored deeply, “Please, I’ll be good.”

A sigh left your lips when Raymond pressed his palm against your belly to feel his shaft thrusting deep. He tipped his head back to gaze into your eyes and whispered under his breath, “Oh really? You’re going to do as I say?”

You nodded. Only a whimper left your lips that turned into a drawn-out groan when Raymond thrust upwards.

“Oh my God, yes.” You leaned forward until Raymond was safely snuggling between your breasts.

“I hate when you’re in that poker room,” he mumbled before he shook his head to clear his mind. “I should punish you for letting him touch you. Tell me something … am I now someone who’s warming your bed?”

You exhaled heavy breaths and threw your head back as a warm sensation started in your belly. “What did you say to him?”

“Told him he’d lose his hand the next time he would try to touch you again,” Raymond admitted with a murmur against your skin.

You bit your lip and felt your clit tingle at the possessive tone in his voice.

Raymond stared at you, like he could feel the sensation by some shared link you two shared. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You felt your eyes glint when the warm sensation grew stronger with every stroke. You leaned forward until you could whisper into his ear, “You know I’m all yours.”

Raymond’s chest rumbled with a groan before he quickened his strokes, using the pad of his thumb to stroke circles against your clit until your head was swimming with a thundering pulse.

You leaned your head back. “Oh my God, right there.”

The bed made thumping noises against the wall with Raymond’s vigorous thrusts until your hands clenched around his shoulders. Your muscles spasmed until your whole body squirmed. You were still shaking when Raymond grunted loudly.

He shoved his hips deeper until something warm spurted inside your deep walls. Raymond breathed heavily against your neck before he sighed. His fingers stroked your skin delicately, like he had to remind himself that you were in his arms. “All mine.”

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