#raymond the gentlemen

[laurfilijames]

Expensive

Pairing: Raymond Smith x female reader

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol. Fingering and oral sex (F receiving). Light dom/sub dynamics. Unprotected intercourse. Name calling (slut).

Summary: PWP but with feelings. Some saucy fun in lavish lingerie and a romp on the floor in front of the fireplace with our generous gentleman Ray.

A/N: I finally did it. I wrote for Raymondo. I've wanted to ever since I first watched The Gentlemen and finally landed an idea to have fun with. Enjoy!

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Ray knew you were there before he even stepped foot inside the house.

It wasn’t planned; no discussion was had about you paying him a visit or spending time together tonight, but he had caught on to your devious plan by the tone of your voice when he spoke on the phone with you earlier, your excitement in your scheming not slipping past him.

He didn’t miss much, always attentive and observant to anything going on around him, but when it came to you he didn’t ever miss a thing.

He walked quietly to the porch, the sound of his shoes crunching against the wet grit on the bricks and the softness of the steady rain hitting his jacket the only noises registering in his ears, and unlocked the door just as he did any other night, though knowing you were waiting for him inside made his homecoming after a long day that much more appealing.

The intoxicating scent of your perfume hit him as soon as he stepped through the threshold, the smell of it so familiar and welcoming even with it being faint in the distance between where he assumed you waited for him in the living room and the entryway.

Not wanting to ruin your fun by not playing along with your little game, Ray walked through to the kitchen, acting as if he didn’t notice that your coat was draped over the back of one of the chairs or that you’d already helped yourself to the bottle of wine that he had a glass out of the night before; the level of the crisp red now sitting at the halfway mark rather than just below the neck.

He opened the cupboard that kept his glassware, reaching for one glass, then a second, a smile tugging at his lips when he heard your short, disappointed sigh.

“Spoilsport.”

“You quite like making yourself at home, don't you?” he asked, eyebrows raised as he filled both glasses with water; hydration favoured over the craveable taste of wine or scotch for the games he intended to play next.

“Breaking and entering is a felony…” he purred, removing his jacket while maintaining eye contact with you.

“It isn’t when the homeowner has gifted you the key needed to open the front door whenever you please.”

He sighed, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “I told you I was busy.”

“I don't like being told no.”

Ray grabbed the water glasses and slowly made his way into the living room, depositing one on the small table beside the chair you were sprawled out in wearing nothing but a stunning set of lingerie.

He blinked quickly, a display of his rising frenzy, turning on his heels and taking a seat on the chair opposite you after looking you up and down.

You smiled, watching him cross his legs and fold his hands in his lap, staring at you intently like he was blatantly ignoring the fact that you were nearly naked and the balcony-style bra barely covered your nipples, the material that did cover them see-through.

“You don’t like being told no,” he spoke slowly, repeating your words to clarify or mock, you weren’t sure.

“No,” you said through a grin, uncrossing and recrossing your own legs to show off your crotchless panties, running your finger teasingly up along your stockings before adjusting the clips that connected them to the garter belt around your waist.

A groan that was hardly audible sounded from him as he sighed, taking a long sip out of his glass while watching you over the rim.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, rising from his seat where he unbuttoned his cardigan and peeled it off his broad shoulders, revealing another layer of pristine clothing underneath.

“I’m quite certain a smart man such as yourself can think of something.”

“Flattery won’t help you now, darling,” he warned, having stalked over to you where he hovered above you dominantly.

“I appreciate you using a coaster,” he nodded to your wine glass. “At least you listen to some of the things you’re told.”

You sucked in a sharp breath in amusement at his comment, clasping the long-stemmed glass in question where you brought it to your ruby coloured lips.

“I strive to be a good girl.”

“You’re going to need to prove that.”

Ray couldn’t help but smirk, not at all serious about being displeased that you were here, feeling quite the opposite, in fact, even if you weren’t primed and ready to provide him with anything he asked.

He had regretted it immediately when he told you that morning that you wouldn't be seeing each other tonight, the usual comforting warmth of his tea tasting bitter on his tongue after he had said it, knowing all the while that all he really wanted was to relax with you and indulge in every simple pleasure imaginable, his chest tightening with hope that you would be your defiant self when you accepted his denial with a simple and suspiciously bright ‘okay’.

You returned his smile, shifting slightly in your seat on account of how adoringly he was looking at you, your arousal and need for him growing as you watched him unfasten the buttons on each cuff of his shirtsleeves and began rolling them up his toned forearms.

The wearied look in his eyes was highlighted by his glasses, his features appearing more serious than they usually were, making your heart ache in wanting to take away whatever it was that was worrying him.

“You look expensive,” he spoke quietly, almost a whisper, his focus still on his shirt as he rolled the second sleeve neatly to his elbow.

“I am expensive, Ray,” you quipped, your tone light but quiet as well.

One eyebrow rose at your answer, his head tilting slightly as his arms fell back to his side and he straightened himself, looking down at you.

You reached forward, smoothing your hand over his stomach, unfastening the buttons on his waistcoat effortlessly before grabbing onto his tie to pull him closer to you.

The smell of his almost worn off cologne and rich beard oil mixed with a sweeter hint of tobacco and marijuana, awakening more desire in you and making you draw in a deeper breath to try to capture more of it, of him, as you brought your face closer to his body, his warmth radiating off of him and making you moan softly.

Ray followed your silent directions as you continued to tug on his tie, kneeling in front of you, his blue eyes warm and bright compared to how they appeared a short moment ago.

Your body tensed slightly when his hands landed on your knees, his thumbs brushing them gently while you pulled the knot out of his tie and slipped it from his collar, admiring every part of his chest that was revealed to you as you undid each button on his striped shirt that now held wrinkles in it despite having been meticulously ironed that morning.

“What’s the price?” Ray inquired, running his long fingers up your thigh to make it tremble under his soft strokes.

You smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping your hands under his shirt to caress over his strong, smooth muscles.

Watching his eyelids fall shut as he relaxed into your touch, you continued to rub him, moving everywhere you could from his neck down to the flaxen hairs that crept out from the top of his jeans, and back up again where you found his steady heartbeat.

You stilled, your palm resting where his heart began to thump harder against it, his eyes opening in realization as to what your price was.

He smiled, bringing out the creases around his eyes and mouth, a twinkle shining in them that made your own heart leap. His hands came up to hold your cheeks, his eyes traveling down from yours to your lips, his tongue peeking out to lick his own quickly before he leaned forward and kissed you.

It was almost liberating to think that you didn't have a clue that he had settled the cost pretty much the moment he met you, that he would continue to pay with it over and over until you did realize you had captured his solitary heart, but in the meantime he would take every bit of joy out of pretending he owed you a fortune of his love.

You sighed into his kiss, any tension you felt leaving your body as you relished in the feel of his tongue and the softness of his beard on your chin and lips, arching your back in order to get yourself closer to him and deepen it.

Continuing to kiss until many moments were gone unnoticed, you tangled your fingers in his neatly fixed hair, disrupting it enough that your nails ran over his scalp and sent tingles down his spine, rousing him from this alluring inebriation.

A low growl sounded from him as he dug his fingers into the flesh on your thighs, looking at you with a dark hunger that sparked your soul and every other wanton desire waiting to be set free.

“Stand up, turn around, and bend over.”

His demand came out between heaving breaths, his resolve quickly tumbling apart before you, and with a sweet smile and love in your eyes for the man you would obey without hesitation, you slowly stood.

Ray never broke eye contact with you, his dominance clear and resolute despite him being the one on his knees while you stood tall above him, a trusting assurance glowing in his crystal blue eyes that you always saw whenever you were with him.

Feeling reluctant to turn away from him but eager for what was next all at once, you did, biting your lip as you hinged at your hips and gripped the back of the chair you had been sitting in, leaning forward to stick your ass out invitingly.

You gasped, Ray’s lips and silky beard meeting the inside of your right thigh, peppering kisses up along it and back down again slowly, his mouth tracing the edge of your stocking.

The wood frame of the chair creaked under your grasp as Ray continued to tease you, his lips and hands sending you into a frenzy that you had to try to contain, your legs shifting to rub them together and present yourself even more to him.

“Patience,” he chimed, fully aware of what he was doing to you, making your head fall between your arms that braced in front of you.

The gold ring that sat on his pinky caught on your nylons as he ran his hand up the inside of your leg once more, the tip of his thumb grazing your folds with a teasing nudge that made you let out a breathy sigh when he reached the apex of them.

“You’re beautiful,” he praised, his confident and evenly-toned voice softer. “And you’re mine.”

You felt so powerful, knowing he was admiring every bit of you with genuine interest and affection, his attention to detail carried over to the most intimate parts of your body, all while reminding you of his claim on you that made you soar higher than ever.

“Fuck, Ray…” you hissed, your grip hardening on the chair as his nose skimmed beside your aching core, his long, slow inhale echoing loudly in your ears.

He groaned appreciatively when his tongue swiped through your wet, immediately going back for more with a second broad stroke, your legs already shaking from how good it felt.

Your whines grew as his tongue probed inside you, taking turns with angling his chin to reach the front of you and flicking your clit while his nose buried in your soaked cunt, the precision in his pattern and rhythm bringing you dangerously close to your climax.

He wouldn’t let you have it quite that easy though, and halting his feast on you, he gave one last lick around your puckered hole and slapped your cheek as he abandoned you completely, standing with a low groan.

Running a hand over his beard, he stared you down maliciously, amused at the sight of you still bent over and writhing, your core a soppy mess just waiting to be fucked by him.

“Go over there and wait for me,” he spoke steadily, a contrast from how his chest rose and fell sharply and his cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush.

Unsteady legs brought you over to the space in front of the fireplace, and you watched with a restlessness as Ray reached for a remote on the coffee table, pressing a button before placing it back in its spot.

The fireplace ignited with a loud fwoosh, the propane instantly bringing flames up to a roaring burn, the sound startling you and making you jump.

“Nothing to be afraid of…” he cooed, smirking at you, his playful reassurance making your need for him burst just as the fire had.

He stood there watching you for a moment, slowly peeling off his waistcoat that had been left open along with his shirt, leaving you unsure what to do with yourself in the meantime.

You let your hand travel slowly down your chest, grazing between your breasts and lower until you reached your exposed core, only to be stopped.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted, his eyebrows high on his forehead.

Although you let out a huff, you did your best to hide your disappointment, willing patience to grace you as you continued to watch him undress himself layer by layer, and far slower than he needed to.

To make matters worse, Ray proceeded to neatly fold his clothes and place them on the sofa, effectively running up any patience you had mustered, leaving you to take in his perfectly sculpted body and his ivory skin that called for your lips to touch.

“Jesus, Ray…” you muttered, only to quiet yourself with the look he gave you.

He extended his finger, pointing at the floor beside you, unclasping his watch from his wrist with the other hand.

“On the ground.”

His order was calm and collected, as if you expected anything less from him, and you licked your lips as you sank down to the carpet that was already warm from the fire, feeling your arousal drip from you as you moved.

“Now,” he said, taking his glasses off and placing them carefully beside his pile of clothes. “What to do with you…” he pondered out loud, stalking over to you as he grasped his hard cock with his hand and began stroking it.

“Put me out of my fucking misery…” you complained under your breath, squirming on your knees.

He grinned, “Ah, just a naughty girl begging to have her cunt filled in.”

His accusation washed over you like a drug, making your attitude vanish as quickly as his words came off his tongue, unable but also not wanting to deny that what he said was completely true.

Standing tall in front of you now, he glanced down at you, his mouth parted slightly, his hand still pumping his shaft as he brought it close to your face.

“Yes, Ray,” you whispered, ready to beg and worship at his feet if you had to, feeling the most desperate you ever had for that cock and how intensely he always pleasured you.

He tapped his leaking head against your cheek, and you sucked in a deep breath, inhaling his musky scent as you subtly titled your head closer to his groin, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting all of him.

“As you wish.”

Ray stepped behind you, his finger tracing along your jawline softly so that your head tipped back, relishing in such a simple touch that would only be the beginning of so much more.

He joined you on the floor, kneeling directly behind you so his strong quads met the back of your thighs, his cock nudging at your folds to tease you. His hands wrapped around your front, one traveling upward while the other went down, landing on your throat and your hot cunt where he stopped, his mouth beside your ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, the depth of his voice making you shiver.

“You.”

His breath fanned out on your searing skin when he chuckled softly, “You have me.”

He kissed your neck, his lips slow to move but powerful in their action; sucking and pressing into your flesh, his teeth gliding along where your pulse hammered furiously.

You moaned, the sensation of his kisses and the way his deft fingers toyed with your nipple already making you insane with lust, and when he slipped his other fingers inside you, you prayed for him to never stop.

He always knew exactly how to build you up quickly, removing his fingers from you where he rubbed your clit with your slick while continuing to pinch your nipple through the thin lace of your bra, his cock sliding back and forth between your legs where it threatened to breach your entrance as he moved his hips.

Hazy from ecstasy, you didn’t notice when Ray had reached for a pillow off the chair beside you and placed it in front of you, the tartan fabric soft to your touch when you leaned forward and grabbed onto it with both hands.

“Fuck…” Ray hissed, admiring the view you provided him with as he stroked you from behind, his fingers easily sliding in and out of you again.

You moved down onto your elbows, thankful for his consideration for having them cushioned by the pillow and not the hardwood floor, but knew you would sacrifice having bruises mark your skin for this without question.

He exchanged his fingers for his cock, pressing his engorged head against your hole, smearing his precum onto you in slow, circular motions until he couldn't wait any longer.

A long moan came from him as he pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch, savouring every moment of it until he filled you completely. Slowly, he dragged back out, his cock coated in your milky wet that made his mouth water and eager for more, slamming back into you where you cried and jolted forward slightly from his force.

Ray didn’t hold back, letting out all of the day’s frustrations on you while also conveying everything you made him feel, thrusting into you harshly until a layer of sweat broke out over his skin.

It was difficult to keep yourself upright on your elbows, his vigorous tempo forcing you onto your chest, feeling his body lower down to cover your back where he kept up his brutal pace.

Gripping under your left leg, Ray guided it up to lay at an angle, his hand slipping under your body to reach around for your clit, massaging it with perfectly rough strokes while his cock pummeled your g-spot with each blow.

Spit smeared over the plaid pattern of the pillow, your mouth unable to control the evidence of your pleasure between that and your cries, the sound of your wet skin meeting with his sending you close to the edge.

“Ray…I’m- fuck! I’m close!” you wailed, the admission of it making your climax barrel forward faster.

You clenched around him, rolling your hips up and back against his in a hurried, desperate pace, the seconds of waiting for him to grant you permission feeling like a cruel eternity.

“Are you?” he asked, a hint of malice laced in his tone.

He stopped rubbing your clit, halting your orgasm in its tracks, your grip on the pillow loosening slightly as you whined in frustration.

“You know you’re to fucking ask,” he reminded you, his voice somehow calm and his expression composed as you glanced over your shoulder at him.

You dared to smile at him, making him tilt his head in warning and resume his barrage on you, fucking you harder than before.

“Fuck, Ray!” you whined, the rate at which he brought you right back to where he left you making you tingle from head to toe, that blissful heat coiling at the base of your spine.

Somehow, you managed to bring yourself back up onto your hands, meeting his thrusts with your hips in a frantic need, his hand returning between your legs to circle your swollen bud while his other tore at your chest, pulling at the lace covering your breasts until they fell out of their covering.

“Fuck!” he roared, pawing at your tits as they shook to his movements, his own climax not far off.

His grunts spurred you on, hearing how good you made him feel taking you to a place of no return, and you rushed to ask for your permission before it was too late.

“Can I come, Ray?” you cried, your words coming out as a weak and trembling mess as you did your best to hold off the inevitable.

“Yes! Fuck…” he breathed. “Come around that cock you fucking slut!” he growled, his pace increasing as he fucked you senseless, throwing you into one of the most intense orgasms he had ever given you.

You shuddered as you choked him with your cunt, grinding on his fingers that remained firm on your clit, feeling your high bring out his own as he pounded you harder and harder until he pulsed inside you, generously dragging out your climax with his.

Ray watched his cock slide in and out of you, creamy cum leaking out with it as he did, slowing his movements gradually as you both came down from your highs, the sound of your ragged breathing the only thing heard over the soft roar of the powered flames coming from the fireplace.

Sweat glistened in the dip of your lower back, and you couldn’t look more heavenly as you glowed from the heat on your skin and the wetness between your legs, your luxurious set of lingerie beautifully disheveled.

Trails of sweat dripped down his own body, and as he remained inside you until he no longer could, he smoothed his hair back with his hands, fixing the stray pieces that had been misplaced during his efforts.

He leaned over and retrieved his glasses from the sofa, replacing them on his face with a few quick blinks, watching out of the corner of his eye as you carefully stood on wobbly legs from your spot, trying not to make a mess on the expensive threads that were soft on your feet.

Ray gracefully laid down on the carpet, his chest rising and falling heavily as he relaxed, his hand splayed across his abdomen comfortably while the other arm rested above his head.

Nothing was said as you grabbed your bag where it sat against the wall between the living room and kitchen, getting your clothes out to get ready to make your exit, not wanting to disrupt Ray’s night more than you already had.

He sighed, his glasses pushing up as he pinched his nose with his fingers, wishing you didn’t feel the need to whisk yourself away like you were nothing more to him than something to wet his cock.

Taking a deep inhale and blowing it slowly out through his mouth, he tipped his head, able to watch you where he knew you had strategically placed yourself between pieces of furniture for him to see.

You were bent over, stepping your feet into your shoes after having slipped your skirt over your waist, your bare pussy that he had just finished ruining on full display in those crotchless panties Ray knew he would be thinking about for days after.

“Come back over here.”

His voice cut through the room with a demand to be heard, making you pause in reaching for your shirt, a smile tugging at your lips.

“I’ll count to three.”

Once again, his warning came out far gentler than it should, his ability to so nonchalantly list off orders in that sultry voice making excitement bloom in your belly.

You turned on your heel to see him staring up at the ceiling, looking as divine as ever in the warm light of the fire that flickered over his features, his naked form a rare sight for anyone but you to see with it so frequently covered in layers of posh garments.

Ray was a bit recluse, and you didn't take his affection toward you for granted even for a second, smiling with a sense of pride and devotion as you kicked off your shoes and slowly made your way back over to the man your heart had begun to miss already.

He welcomed you by opening his arm, giving you space to tuck yourself up beside him, your head finding a spot on his chest where his heart thrummed in your ear.

“I wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place…” you reminded him, feeling slightly guilty over showing up unannounced.

Ray hummed, always carefully assessing whatever thoughts were about to pass through his lips, his thumb rubbing your arm languidly.

“No,” he blinked quickly, his tone lighter. “But I’m glad that you are.”

As much as Ray tried keeping things neat and tidy between you, he couldn’t ignore how tangled you had become in his soul, his thoughts distracted by you more times than he would care to admit or ever want the Boss to know of, something he swore would never happen taking place before his very eyes without any intention of stopping it.

Ray pressed a kiss to your temple, thinking how he had paid the price a long time ago with you, the expense of your love something he would go broke for a million times over, letting you take careful possession of the one thing he would never pay out to anyone else.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Wrong One 1

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

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

Characters: Raymond Smith

Summary: You get caught up in the double lives of your employers.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hitch up the cloth bag on your shoulder, another in your hand, flat soles scuffing over the geometric stonework of the walkway. You take the single step up and pass between the perfectly trimmed hedges. You press your phone between cheek and shoulder as you key in the code to the punch pad with definitive beeps.

"Yes, Mrs. Malfort would like the delivery tomorrow morning," you confirm, "yes, please... mhmm."

You push inside and set the bag in your hand on the side table. You slip the other down your arm and put it with the other. You rest your phone between them, gripping the edge as you lift a foot to unlace your shoe.

You look up as you sense movement in the mirror mounted above the table and gasp. Suddenly, you're taken off your feet as a man in a mask clamps his gloved hand over your mouth. You squeak into the leather paw and kick you as you grasp his wrist. What the hell is going on?

The man grunts as you wriggle against him, his other arm hooking around your middle. Another man appears from the next doorway and grabs your legs. Your panic surges as you claw and writhe. You don't understand what's going on.

"Christ," the one at your back growls through his throat, "this one's fiesty."

"Stop fucking around," the other deliberately lowers his voice an octave.

"Tell me to stop, eh?" The first man brings his thick arm around your neck, flexing against your throat until you're breathless.

"Now, sweetheart, you just be still and close your eyes," the other purrs, "I'm sure ya do it all the time for yer old man."

Your eyes round and you whimper, tugging at the forearm beneath your chin. Your eyes fill with tears as adrenaline floods your veins. You don't understand. You just went to get groceries.

You squeak as a prick jabs through your jeans. You spasm, frantically trying to free yourself as an acidic heat seeps into you. No, no, what did he just do. There's a tink against the floor as the man nearly loses hold of your ankles.

"Fuck!" The one by your head grits out.

"Won't take the long," the other assures, "give her a minute."

You shudder as you feel the heaviness spread through you. Your muscles ache and your vision blurs. This can't be happening. It's not happening!

You blink, black spots speckling before you as you go limp between the man. You hang between them, twitching as you fight the rising tide of darkness. Your eyes roll back and your head pulses violently. You succumb to the void, terrified you might never see light again.

➰️

There's a thick sheet between you and the world. Lights are fuzzy, colours are dull, and all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The steady tempo breaks only as your breaths rise and fall shallowly. Your muscles tingle, toes numb, fingers throbbing.

You groan and try to move, your head lolling as you lack the strength to lift it. You cough through your dry throat, lashes fluttering, blinking through the fog. You manage to open them fully, staring at your own lap.

A tight restraint bites into your wrists and each ankle. You slump in the chair, arms drawn behind you. Your chest racks as you suck down air and try to find some semblance of strength.

You wince as something clicks. You shiver as the cool air seeps through your cotton polo, raising bumps on your exposed arms. A door swings open with the soft whisper of hinges and measured footsteps approach.

A hand reaches to lift your chin and your head wobbles as you look up at a masked figure. The scene crashes into you like a wave. If you weren't tied to a chair, it would knock you on your ass.

Through the slits of the dark mask, blue eyes gleam and the man leans in. He has broad shoulders and smells of lavender and sandalwood. He searches your face as you try to do the same to him, finding only the ribbed black fabric over obscured features.

"Shit," he whispers as he lets you go. Your head droops back down and he backs up hurriedly, "oi, morons."

The door slams blocking out his holler and you moan. Everything hurts. The world is like an echo of itself. Distant and bleary.

Silence. It's only you and the dark room, lit by a single lamp that casts shadows over covered furniture. White sheets over lumpy shapes that could be sofas, chairs, and tables. The walls are laid with antiquated wallpaper and dark walnut siding. In another lifetime, this room was cozy and welcoming.

The door opens again, jarring you from your dazed wanderings. You look up, getting your head a little higher than before. Three men in masks near and stop before you.

"Are you sure it's the wrong one, boss?" The man, the tallest of the bunch, on the right asks.

"I'm fucking sure," the center one retorts, "Did you even look at her?"

"Well, she walked in the front door so--"

"So you assumed?" The middle one snarls, "what the fuck am I supposed to do with..." he waves his hands towards you. He huffs and steps closer, bending to look you in the eye, "who the fuck are ya?"

You lift your head a little higher and quiver, reciting your name clumsily.

"And why the fuck are you strolling around the Malforts'?" He sneers.

"I..." you murmur and flick your lashes up, "I'm the maid."

He stands straight and spins, throwing up his hands, "the fucking maid!" He smacks the men as he passes between them and storms out.

The men look over at each other through the slits of their masks.

"So what d'ya think we do with her?" The left one asks.

"Good question..." the other sucks his teeth, "s'pose we let him cool down and ask.”

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Charlie Hunnam as Raymond Smith in The Gentlemen

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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.

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[make-me-imagine]

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

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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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[band--psycho]

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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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

I'll Show You Just How Sad I Am

a raymond smith x reader quick little blurb, just 1k words

there's mentions of smut in this so read at your own risk <33 who knows, maybe raymond will make a more regular occurrence on my blog over the next few weeks

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"Should be the door to your left, honey."

Your voice is sweet in his ear, a pleasant distraction from the run-down building Mickey had sent him off to. It's smelly and dirty and even though he knows he should most likely feel pity, he's still just as disgusted. He'd be with you in a heartbeat if he could, safe and clean in the comfort of your home.

"Mickey should've sent a cleaning lady", he grunts as he knocks at the door, your chuckle almost making up for the very truthful, thinly veiled anger behind his words.

"Mickey wanted you because you're the best", you recite - you've told him often enough by now that it really is reciting. "And because he trusts you to keep this clean."

Which is easier said than done.

Twenty minutes later, the whole thing's anything but clean.

Sure, he'd very much accomplished bringing Laura home - but he'd also left a dead teenager in a puddle of blood about two stories down from where he should've been sitting.

"Left, left!", you call into the mic. Even though you're far from panicking, you're still much too loud, your voice flowing from his earpiece and stinging his brain.

"I'm trying, darling", he grunts back, breathless and panting as he pushes on, one foot in front of the other on the pavement of some random South London streets.

"I know, I know", you sigh. He isn't sure whether he's actually hearing you chew on your lip or imagining it, but he doesn't really have the capacity to think too much about it at the moment. "He's right in front of you. You've got him, Ray."

Yeah... The only problem is that what you must be seeing as a moving, flashing dot on a digital map, he's seeing as a bunch of teenagers trying to look intimidating. Probably feeling intimidating too. God, this is exactly why he didn't want the job. He isn't made for the fucking low-classed youth.

"You've seen enough?", that bastard of a boy spits at him. "Now I've got backup."

Raymond steadies his hands on his thighs and takes a deep breath in.

"You couldn't back up a phone, you cunt", he rasps, his erratic heartbeat slowly starting to calm back down.

"Raymond", you scold. "That's a child."

"That's a bastard", he mutters, before he finally straightens and tries his best at a somewhat mannered bargain. He's really only here for the fucking phone. He needs those pictures, then he's gone. He doesn't want to leave more unnecessary corpses to take care of.

So he offers them money. Which is something that they should definitely take, just judging by how they look. Plus a visit to a very good psychiatrist. But they don't. It's the same fucking bastard who's taken the pictures in the first case and got him into this mess that refuses - and in such a really stupid way, too: "How 'bout you give us that bag and be gone anyway?" - god, even you let out a choked up laugh at that, your breath carrying through the mic and into Ray's earpiece.

He drops his chin to his chest and shakes his head. What a fucking bunch of idiots. Goddamn it. He can feel his blood boil, hot and hotter.

"It's bait", you mutter, your voice low. "Calm down, love. You've got a machine gun. Use it."

Yeah, fucking hell, it's bait, he knows that. It doesn't change the way he's feeling. But your voice in his ear at least brings him back down to reality.

"Right", he grunts, then he swipes his coat to the side, closes his hand around the grip of the gun and steadies his fingertips against the trigger. He pulls it out in one swift motion, points it at the sky and shoots. For a good three seconds longer than necessary.

"Just like that", you breathe, your grin dripping down onto your voice and melting into his ear like honey. You've really got to stop that, he actually loses his focus for half a moment there and in his line of work, next time that means sure death.

The entire bunch of teenage boys flees - as expected - and in less than a minute, Raymond has the phone pressed into his palm.

"God, sometimes I really hate that I'm not there", you sigh, something in the background ruffling, probably as you shift into a more comfortable position on your chair. "Kinda wish I could've seen you."

"Run after a little cunt like that? You didn't miss anything, darling", he says, turning his head left and right before he strides back towards the car, his steps long and purposeful.

"Turn the corner here", you mutter, your voice taking on that specific tone that tells him there's a lazy grin licking at your lips. He can just imagine how you're looking (especially now that he has the time and freedom of mind for it) - one foot propped up on those bar stools that you'd bought for the kitchen, your equipment organised on the table top in front of you, his shirt hanging from your shoulders and pooling in your lap, your head tilted back and your eyes half-closed as you talk to him.

"I don't mean the little idiot", you go on, undeterred even as he narrowly avoids a trash can. Fuck, you really distract him too much. "I'm talking about you. God, you sounded so hot I wanted to jump at you. Actually scratch that, I still do."

He lets out a chuckle as he spots the car, his steps slowing. He should hurry up, he knows that. But he's got you in his ear, talking in that sweet voice of yours about just how much he affects you. He can't pass up on that.

"You're a little fuckin' minx, darling", he mutters with a grin, throwing a glance over his shoulder to check if there's any possibility he could be overheard. He doesn't necessarily feel like making your conversation public, even as you hum into the microphone.

"Yeah, but yours", you mumble. It sounds like you're almost proud of that. "Here's an idea, love: Get back home before I finish my shower and I'll show you just how sad I am that I couldn't watch you."

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“it’s my comfort movie” it’s charlie hunnam wearing slutty little outfits.

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[followthemadrabbit]

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#The Gentlemen #the gentlemen 2019 #matthew mcconaughey #Mickey Pearson #charlie hunnam #raymond smith #Mine

[laurfilijames]

We need to talk more about the fit of this fucking shirt on this man's body.

It especially wrecks me when he then leans on the table and his tricep popsssssssss 🫠

I can't find a gif of it though 😫

#HIS ARMS #are you for real charlie? #raymond smith #the gentlemen #charlie hunnam

[lorandesore]

Raymond Smith

#Raymond Smith #The Gentlemen #Charlie Hunnam #Fanart #Lorandesore

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To a Tea 1

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

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU 

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

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

Summary:  A demanding customer grows increasingly needy.

Character:  Raymond Smith

The title is a pun, don't @ me.

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

“He’s here,” Jenna’s warning brings you attention away from siphoning what’s left off the peppermint leaves into the fresh tin. 

You glance over without any other directive. He always waits in that same spot. Even if the table’s empty, he doesn’t sit right away. You give you co-worker a look and smile as you put the lid on the tin and slide it out of the way. 

You wash your hands thoroughly before you grab the cylinder of disinfecting wipes and sweep around the end of the counter. You step out onto the tea room floor as his eyes find you, expecting you. You’ve adjusted to his ritual, almost compelled to it. 

“Hello, Raymond,” you great as you approach the empty table for two where he sits with his back to the wall and his eyes towards the door. 

“Miss,” he greets in his way. 

He’s a bit uptight. Others might say worse but once you learn his quirks, he’s very human. Even if everything else about him is mysterious. 

Sometimes you build stories about him in his head. His glasses, his neatly styled hair, and his combed beard suggest a man with an eye for his appearance. His suits might be better fit to library or a professor’s podium. Not sleek enough for a board room. Then you think he might be a writer of sorts but you’ve never seen him with a laptop or pen and most of the local authors don’t show up without one or the other. 

You take out a wipe and take your time in getting every inch of the table. You back up as he removes his jacket and you back out of his way. He sidles around the and sits, shoulders set as he grips the table and straightens it. 

Whoever he is, he’s very precise. 

“Usual?” You ask with a smile. 

He looks at you and reaches to pinch the arm of his glasses. The first time he came in, you remember you could’ve melted at his gaze. So stony and unyielding, you wondered why he was even there. Now, there is an ease to it. He prefers the familiar and you have become that. 

“Yes, usual,” he agrees. 

You nod and swiftly turn on your heel. You go back behind the counter as Jenna snoops from behind the cookie display. You shake your head at her as you wash your hands a second time. He will certainly note that as well.  

You go to steep his cup of English Breakfast as the other woman nears and watches the steaming water at your side. 

“Don’t know how you do it. He should just have tea at home.” 

“Can’t complain for business,” you shrug. 

“Why bother? All that fuss for a cuppa.” 

“Maybe he likes the ambience?” You suggest. 

“He said the lights give him headaches.” 

“Oh?” 

“Well, he pays his bill. That’s all I ask for,” you add a teaspoon of milk, measuring it out exactly and you move the tab of the bag to hang to the left of the handle. 

“Mm, and he sures asks a lot of you, don’t he?” She crosses her arms. 

“Jenna,” you look towards the till where a customer waits. 

“Ugh, you’re such a bore,” she chides. 

You go back into the tea room and cross to Raymond’s table. You set the cup and saucer before him. 

“Enjoy,” you insist. 

“Cheers,” he hooks his finger into the handle and turns the cup to an exact angle. 

You lean back on your heel and he raises his palm, “do you... have any suggestions?” 

“For?” You wonder. 

“I thought to try something with my tea today. What do you recommend?” 

“Well, were we thinking something savoury or sweet?” You reply breezily, “our cheese scones are delicious, and there is the chives and onion bake. I sneak one every Friday. Erm, there are the white chocolate shortbread on special and I think we’ve sold out of the cherry tarts. Oh, if you’d like a combination, there is the cranberry cheddar scone. I don’t mind it but I hate the crumbles.” 

He considers you thoughtfully and crosses his arms. He mills the decision with his lips clamped. His blues eyes narrow behind his lenses. 

“Do you have plain shortbread?” 

“Of course,” you chime, “two for a pound.” 

“Two will do,” he agrees. 

You hold your smile and once more set off on your mission. He might be stringent, a bit repressed, but you’ve dealt with worse customers. More demanding, sometimes outrightt rude.  

You dip behind the counter and grab a plate. You use the tongs to take two of the shortbread biscuit and place them on a clean plate. You take a napkin with you and once more emerge from behind the displays. 

You approach Raymond as he sips his tea. You put the plate and serviette before him. He thanks you and adjusts his tie, letting his hand drift down his vest. 

“Is that it, sir? Tea alright?” 

“That’s it,” he affirms. 

“Great, you know where I’ll be,” you chirp and spin.  

You stop before you can bring your foot down as he calls your name. He’s only ever said it once. The first time you met. It’s always ‘miss’. 

You turn to face him, “yes?” 

“Your apron strings are uneven...” he says. “Just figured... I’d warn you.” 

You nearly laugh. What an odd thing to worry about. You reach back behind your waist and feels the lengths. Sure enough, you’ve tied them entirely off kilter. You suppose you don’t pay too much attention to that. 

“Thanks for letting me know.” 

He nods and examines one of the cookies. Then his eyes flick up and keep you from another retreat, “I could fix it.” 

“Oh, er, that’s fine,” you wave him off, “not a big deal.” 

“It doesn’t bother you?” He wonders. 

“Not really,” you shrug, “does it bother you?” 

His brows raise slightly and he taps the cookie, shaking off the crumbs as much as he can. He leans forward and nibbles over the plate, making certain not to litter over the edge. He puts the biscuit down and wipes his fingers on the napkin. 

“It does,” he says. 

You won’t laugh at him. It would truly be at his expense, it’s just a very unexpected offer. You put your arms straight, “if you want.” 

You near and turn your back to him. You sense him leaning forward as you stand stalk straight and watch the tea room. The smell of cinnamon and cloves fills the warm space, the shades giving an orangish hue to the din. There are low tables near the center with pillow seats, and the high tables along the walls. You know all the creaks and cracks better than your own home. 

You feel him tug the knot loose and his fingers work agilely to tie a new knot. He lets it hang but just as quickly looses it again. You try not to move as he does it several times before he relents. 

“There, ears and tails match,” he declares. 

You step away and turn to send him a smile, “thanks.” 

He doesn’t say anything, only raises his cup and doffs it in a kind gesture before he sips. You twist away again. You should help Jenna before the rush begins. That’s the only thing about Raymond, he does take up a lot of time. 

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[watchtowerindistress]

overcome that little challenge - raymond smith x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!reader

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

Words: 4.4k

Read on AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The woman shook her head while chuckling and moved away.

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

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

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

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

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

“I need to talk to your boss.”

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

Inhaling deeply, he gazed at you with narrowed eyes.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t tell him I said that.”

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

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

He clenched his jaw before blinking furiously.

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

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

Raymond gazed at you with a blank stare.

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

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

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

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

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

Raymond left your presence to advance the stairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, boys.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laurie nodded in understanding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only one person could render someone speechless.

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

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

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

“It’s Raymond.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your meeting was successful, I take it?”

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

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

“That kind of tight bond between you two?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You shameless bastard.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where the fuck are you going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not like this, darling.”

His hands stiffened before he spanked your bottom.

Your squeal shifted into an encouraging moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fluffmas #3

Title: Fluffmas #3

Fandom: The Gentlemen

Pairing: Raymond Smith x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Prompt: Prepare a Christmas dinner

Words: 629

Warnings: N/A

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You hummed softly as bright Christmas music began to play from the living room, you stood in the kitchen as the large island with a mixing bowl in your curled arm and your other hand holding a mixing spoon as you mixed together the batter for your delicious homemade chocolate chip cookies. It was only around noon and you were thankfully ahead of schedule as you prepped and cooked for tonight’s Christmas dinner. You heard the soft tapping of footsteps on the wood floors causing you to look up and see Raymond walking in from the living room holding two tumbler glasses filled with amber liquid. He moved around the island to your side as you set the bowl and mixing spoon down on the island and turned to him with a smile.

“To a wonderful Christmas dinner with loved ones.” he said softly and you grinned while clinking your glass against his before the two of you took a sip of the drink. The amber liquid filled your mouth and then slid down your throat making your throat warm from the inside out. You hummed softly and turned your head to look up at Ray who was already staring at you with warm eyes as he smirked at you.

“What is it?” you asked wanting to know what he found so amusing. Ray leaned towards you and you found yourself smiling along with him as you leaned into him as well.

“You’ve left a little just here.” he said huskily as his face dipped forward and you gasped softly as you felt his tongue sweep along your bottom lip catching the stray sheen of liquid. He hummed softly as he tasted the liquor on his tongue before ducking his head and capturing your lips with his. You whimpered softly as he easily took control of your movements as his large hands carded through your hair and cupped the sides of your head while his mouth devoured yours. His lips felt like little flames against your mouth and you felt yourself begin to melt against the counter and his hard body. He crowded you against the counter and your hands slid up his chest to connect behind his neck lazily, you hummed softly against his mouth before pulling away slightly. Ray chased your mouth with his and you chuckled softly at his antics while his hands came to firmly rest on your hips.

“I think you’ve got it all.” you teased him and he huffed out a breath before wrapping his arms fully around your back and pulling you into his chest.

“Almost just a little bit left.” he answered smoothly before capturing your lips once again. Before you could further melt against him you heard your phone alarm going off and pulled away from him slowly.

“Gotta get back to cooking if you want that wonderful Christmas dinner.” you teased him again softly and he frowned softly at your words before his eyes focused in on your face and another smirk slid onto his face.

“Let me help. That way we’ll get done sooner and I can take my time with you.” he suggested huskily and you shivered in his arms causing him to smirk wider at your reaction. He pecked your lips once, twice, three times before he whirled you back around to the counter and snagged the apron hanging on the hook by the double oven. He grinned at you before swatting your ass and standing at your side. “Reporting for duty Ma’am.” he husked out and you almost groaned knowing that Ray was going to do his utmost to get you all hot and bothered while cooking. Tightening your apron strings you steel yourself for the torture that he’s going to make you go through.

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