#raymond leon

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

MY TIME IS POINTLESS

Pairing - Raymond Leon x fem!reader

Summary - Reader can't deal with the pain of Raymond using her and wants out.

Warnings - Implications of suicide, 18+, dubcon, rough sex.

Word count - 3.5k

You weren’t in the prostitution business but you were his favorite little whore. 

You found yourself yearning for his next letter on where and when to meet him. He wasn’t nice to you, the both of you knew that. It was clear he was obsessed with the power play, obsessed with being able to use you whenever he pleased. But you didn’t care, because you were completely in love with him. 

He was a highly respected and established Timekeeper. You were just a girl in Dayton trying to make it day to day. You first fucked him because you found him charming. Like everyone else in Dayton, you despised Timekeepers. But he was different, it didn’t take him long to seduce you in the bar. You still wonder why he was in that bar, next victim perhaps? He was rough with you, it wasn’t your style but you found yourself craving more. He paid you for your service with the excuse of hating for you to time out before he could fuck you again. 

He left you without another word. Even though you always thought about him, you didn’t think you would see him again. Until one day you got a letter with a time and place. It became a common thread. You’d get a letter, you’d meet him, get completely railed and then he’d leave, without knowing when you’d see him again. There was no schedule for your meetings. Some weeks you’d see him multiple nights. Sometimes you wouldn’t see him for weeks. Those weeks were always the hardest for you. It was pure agony, not knowing when you would see him again. He’d always give you the same amount of time, 5 hours. A “generous gift for a girl like you” as he would say. This had been occurring for quite some time, you’ve lost track on how long you’ve known Raymond for. It took quite a few fucks, but Raymond started to slow the slightest bit of aftercare, of affection. He would pet your hair to the side, or nuzzle your neck. Sometimes just keeping you in his grasp for a few moments longer. Those were your favorite moments with him.  

However, he never kissed you, he refused to do such a thing. 

The scenery was always isolated and lacked intimacy in where he would fuck you. His car, alleyways, abandoned buildings. On some occasions you would be fully naked, fully exposed to him. However, he would never take his clothes off, he would just pull his pants down enough to get his cock out. He refused to fuck you in a bed. You suggested it once, and he ignored it. Raymond warned you against telling others. Because Dayton hated all Timekeepers. “You’d be a traitoring whore”.

Your relationship with him was far from healthy. You didn’t dare to ask what you were, because it was clear. An easy fuck. But he was possessive and controlling over you. One time you just went for a walk with a friend and somehow Raymond found out. He confronted you the following night after your shift. “Did you fuck him?” he snarled, cornering you in the dark alleyway. 

“What?” you whimpered.

“That pipsqueak? Did. You. Fuck. Him” his teeth gritted together as his hand wrapped around your neck. The tone in his voice was aggressive and dark. His blue eyes could kill you if they wanted to. His cheekbones clenched and nostrils flared.  

“No- I…” you had no words. Mainly from fear, but partly from excitement that he cared for you. 

“I don’t want other men fucking you, even laying a finger on you. I won’t put my dick in a desperate, filthy slut. You’re mine and I don’t share darling. Do you understand?” he spat, grip tightened around your throat. The question was asked as if you didn’t have his hand around your throat. 

Despite being strangled, your heart swooned at those words. He wanted you. He cared for you. At least to some unhealthy extent. He didn’t let go of your throat once until after he fucked you viciously. 

You hated it, falling in love with a narcissistic man. A few times he would receive phone calls. He’d answer them mid fucking you and you knew they were women, just by his sudden change of tone. The tone he used when he first seduced you. You were so envious, so jealous. But what could you do? Ironically he wasn’t yours, but you were his. 

This night was different however, he had reserved a motel room (it was romantic to you). Raymond had just closed a very long and stressful investigation and he wanted to celebrate, with you. Of all people he chose you. There’s anyone he could have chosen in New Greenwich but he wanted to come here, the fucking ghetto, with you. 

When he came inside of you, because he always did, you did something unexpected. Your hands pulled him close to you, your foreheads touched. “I love you” you whispered, breathless from those three words. All it took was a bit of alcohol to lift that massive weight off of your shoulders. He froze, which made you freak the fuck out. After what felt like an eternity, with him still inside of you, he rubbed his forehead against yours briefly. But his lips did not part. He pulled himself out, tucked himself back in and left you without saying a word. 

He. Fucking. Left. You. 

The room was silent for a while. Your heart was waiting for him to come back. But when you finally came to the realization that he wasn’t coming back. The waterfalls flooded on the bed. It took all of your strength to leave that room. The walk home made you contemplate every worthless decision you’ve ever made, the drop from the bridge was almost compelling.  

It had been 24 days since you had last seen Raymond. A bolt from the blue it was, to receive another letter for him. You were just coming to terms that you’d never see him again. You read the time but not the place. 10pm tomorrow. You scrunched up the paper and threw it out immediately. Fuck him if he thinks you will whore around for him anymore. 

Fast forward 30 hours, here you are now, curled into a ball under your bed sheets. Tears slipping down your cold cheeks as you stare at your arm, counting down the time. It was the easiest way to go out, ‘in your sleep’. Oh how you wish you were able to fall asleep. But those negative thoughts were at peak. The room was silent and dark, as if the apartment was abandoned. The only light was the moonlight that peaked from the blinds.

The rumble from his car engine crept up your skin. He was here and it wasn’t even a quarter past 10.  You pulled your sleeves down as you waited for him because you knew he was going to get in. The stomps were slow and heavy up the flight of stairs. The door knob jiggled for a moment. Followed by a loud crack as the door flew open. You heard something fall on the ground before the door was slammed shut. 

If you weren't so miserable you would have jumped at the sound of your cheap one bedroom apartment being broken into. You could hear his heavy breaths loud and clear. The heavy strides crept up to your room. “Real daring of you to stand me up darling” Raymond snarled down the hallway. But he stopped frozen in his tracks when he saw you hidden under the bed. Briefly examining the dark room, he walked up to you slowly, a few tears slipped down your cheeks. Your grip on the thin sheets was made of iron, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. The hiss that left your lips was sharp as he ripped the sheets off of you. 

In a flash, he pinned you down. You yelped loudly but he quickly shut you up with his palm, muttering underneath his breath. “You’re in for it now” he sighed, hips pressed against yours, noticing your tears in the moonlight. If it was brighter, you’d be able to see his concerned and genuine look. But that look quickly changed. “You’re so dramatic” he said blankly as he moved your head around with the hand that covered your mouth, just because he could. “You’re not going to be able to move a finger when I’m done with you” he gritted his teeth and you sobbed behind his hand. He chuckled, free hand reaching out to turn on the lamp to look down to the sight. When the light switched on, his blue eyes landed on the envelope on the bedside table. “What’s that?” he questioned, eyebrows scrunched and jaw clenched. You laid underneath him in silence but your tears were streaming. This wasn’t how it was meant to go. “Stay still” he ordered as he got off of you. 

It was your chance to run, so you did. You made it out of the bedroom successfully. However his arms pull you back midair in the hallway and you’re slammed against the cheap plaster. His hand again back over your mouth and body pressed against your backside to keep you still. Raymond’s sigh screamed disappointment. 

“Let’s read this together then, hm” he proudly projected as he dragged you back into the bedroom. You struggled against him as he successfully opened the envelope with one hand. You tried to beg him not to, it’s humiliating. Ending back underneath him on the bed despite your best efforts to break free, he held up the paper. 

“Raymond, my time is pointless without your love. I only love you and it kills me that you don’t love me back” his words started off arrogantly proud, but came to a sudden stop. “Your neglect is not worth my time and this is the only way out” he said much quieter as the paper slipped from his fingers, he didn’t dare to read out the rest. You remained still under him as he thought. “Show me your arm” he ordered but you were frozen with fear. “I won’t ask again sweetheart” he warned, but the way he said sweetheart made your knees weak. Through shaking hands, you rolled up your sleeve. 4 minutes and 23 seconds. An aggressive snarl left his lips before he roughly pressed your arms together, giving you a few more hours for the time being. 

Raymond gripped you by the jaw to look at him. “You wanted to time yourself out over me?” he spat. 

“I’m sorry” you cried, already submitting to him. You wanted to sink into the bed. 

“You’re such a selfish brat” he muttered. You were. “You want me to tell you I love you? Does my cock not please you enough?” he whispered to you. He was egging you on. You whined, not wanting to give him, you looked so pathetic right now. Maybe you were. But a sudden burst of anger came out of you. 

“Fuck you” you hissed and he laughed at you. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, not caring about any potential house rules. He slid off his leather jacket and chucked it across the room. Taking a rather long drag, he pressed his fingers to his temple. You decided to break the silence. “I can’t do this anymore. This is over. I won’t let you use me again”.

“You make the rules now do you?” He condescended as he took another drag, blowing the toxic air onto you. “I own you darling” he said slowly.

The massive speech you mentally had prepared in case this scenario did occur went blank in your mind. So, you cried instead with this asshole grinning at you. 

Raymond let you cry for a moment, petting your damp hairs to the side. “Come here” he whispered as he caressed the sides of your head. “The fuck am I suppose to do with you now? I’ll have to keep you on suicide watch won’t I?”. It wasn’t funny, you tried to hide your head in shame. “The least you could have done was give your time to someone in need” he added, with a sly face. 

Raymond dropped the cigarette onto the carpet and pulled your face closer to his. “You’re so fucking intoxicating” he said as he stared straight into your eyes. His expression was stern and you didn’t know if he meant it as a good thing or a bad thing. “I can’t kiss you baby, I’ll fall in love with you if I do” he confessed. 

The urge to beg him to do such an act felt humiliating. To seek validation from him, to embrace those natural compelling human demands. But he was like negotiating with a brick wall. These thoughts seemed to project onto your expression perfectly. A beat. 

“For fucksakes” he muttered. 

It took a moment for you to realize the sensation was his lips on yours. He felt warm and soft, your mouth automatically fell open for his silver tongue to slither in. You moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down to your sides to aggressively pull you in closer to him. His nails dug into your skin, you wanted it no other way. With an easy pull, your shorts came off. 

“There you go, my needy slut” he growled. His eyes read your soul easily. A blind man could see how infatuated you were by Raymond. You could feel himself against your core, your hips naturally flexing onto him.

Raymond noticed you lost in your thoughts and tapped your forehead to put the attention back onto him. “I guess it’s time for us to consummate our love huh?” he asked softly. You nodded your head as he got up.

No exchanges of eye contact were made as he quickly stripped down to his underwear. You couldn’t help but to stare in awe at his exposed body. Never have you seen him so exposed, so vulnerable. It’s ironic that you had seen his penis before his bare chest. Raymond was pale, but despite him being shorter and skinnier than average, his body was well defined with his muscular build. Suppose it was needed for his line of work. 

“Like what you see” Raymond sighed, his eyes finally connecting with yours.

With a heavy blink, you went to take your shirt off. When the shirt went over your head and you could see again, Raymond was on top of you. “That’s a good girl” he whispered, sliding your shirt off from your arms and throwing it onto the ground.

His blue eyes looked you up and down as he towered over you on his knees, you lowered back onto your back. You were trapped underneath him, his lower body hovered over yours. The anticipation in your chest felt heavy and your throat felt tight. One hand gripped harshly onto your right breast. “Mine” he noted, jaw clenched. The next hand did the same to your left breast. “Mine” he repeated. His hands landed on your hips. “Mine”. Now onto your thighs. “Mine”. Stomach, ass, throat, face, hair all followed with “mine”. Harsher than any grab before, his hand slapped onto your core. “Especially mine,” he grinned, finding this rather amusing, your expression of timidness and anxiety was a sight indeed. Raymond’s body finally pressed against yours as his hands caressed his ways up your body. Your lips inches apart as he stared deeply into your eyes. He whispered “all mine” as your lips brushed against each other. 

“Every inch of your body is mine and mine alone, do you understand?” he questioned you, lips still brushing against each other. 

“Yes, sir” you whispered back as your body felt like jelly underneath him. This was your favorite position, being helpless underneath him. Raymond snickered as he roughly undid your bra and ripped it off of you. 

Your cheap thong was ripped in half, a loud yelp followed after. Raymond pressed your head into the mattress as he took off his own underwear. His fingers stroked your cunt, a wide grin on his lips. “You dirty little thing” he muttered as he spat into his free hand and curled two fingers inside of you. “You really do get off to my cruel treatment, don’t you? You must have had one shit upbringing, I don’t blame you, Dayton does have that effect” he gritted his teeth and was one forceful thrust, he was deep inside of you. “You can tell me all about it later” he groaned, your walls clenched around him perfectly. 

You moaned, your eyes rolling back. Without his touch, life felt pointless. This is all you want, to be underneath him, with him. 

He started speaking between slow thrusts, “are you satisfied? You got what you wanted. You timed it all perfectly. Just enough time for me to arrive, and enough time on your clock for it to look like you wanted this”. There was no response from you besides a moan. “You’re quite the manipulator aren’t you?” he smirked, as his hand wrapped around your neck but applied no pressure. 

It was true. You did want him to come just in time to save you. But you were too insecure to think it would actually happen. Your heart sang at the fact that he did come to you but. Your feelings knew it to be true, he did want you, Raymond cannot deny it now. 

You cried out as he picked up speed, your neighbors would be hearing you for sure. Not like they’d be doing anything about it. It was only natural to cry with the force he was using, so he smacked his hand over your mouth and told you to shush. Raymond’s breathing was heavy as he pumped in and out of you, face pointed up to the ceiling. Despite the pain, you were soaking. When Raymond finally looked down, he could see what a crying mess you were. He slapped your thigh harshly. 

“Don’t cry. You wanted this, remember!” he shouted as he lifted your lower body up. He repositioned you so he was leaning back on his knees and your legs were wrapped around his waist. You didn’t stop crying, you couldn’t. 

He loved you, but he was hurting you more than ever before. Did he even love you? Or was this just some fucked mind game of his. Was he just going to finish and walk out? You seemed to be more terrified at that idea than how he was treating you right now. Raymond had you fucked up still. Or is this because his vulnerability terrifies him and he’s determined to display that even though he has affection for you, you will never be equals.

“Baby-” Raymond grunted. You looked back to him, his face sweating and jaw firmly clenched. “Look at me when I fuck you” he ordered, eyes dark. You obeyed his order. “You’re such a desperate thing, even though how hard I fuck you, you can’t get enough hm? Is my cock that good?” he teased, purposely hitting your g-spot. The pulses ran down your skin. 

“Ray-Ra-y-” you moaned, eyes rolled back. The pulsing sensations your pussy did to his cock made him smile. 

“Say my name sweetheart” he groaned, a smirk on his lips. 

“Raymond… Please!” you cried out. 

“Please what?” he grinned. You were just so easy to toy with. Your eyes went wide at him. 

“Please let me come!” you begged. 

“Wait for me, I know you can hold it a little longer” he replied. 

“No, no I can’t” you panted.

“Oh yes, you can. Maybe you need a little motivation” he sighed and crawled on top of you. Your lips latched together eagerly, his tongue naturally slid down your throat as he pumped himself inside of you. The moans rang right down his throat as your hips rocked in rhythm to his thrusts.  Raymond liked kissing you. He would soon wonder if he preferred it over the sex. His thrusts slowed down for a moment, embracing the taste of your lips. “That’s my good girl” he moaned as he searched for the perfect spot to hit you. “Ready?” he teased, you nodded rapidly, just waiting for his que. “Squeeze around my cock then baby, make me come” he groaned, plunging deep inside of you. 

The scream that echoed throughout the room sounded like a melody. Your hips locked forward, allowing him to go further inside of you. Your walls tightened around his thick cock, he quickly spurted deep inside of you. Raymond’s groan rumbled as he thrusted out his climax. You whimpered, your cunt swollen around his size. 

You were exhausted and beat. Raymond admired you, his hands traced over your skin, a small smile on his lips. You were to be forever his, and he was to be forever yours. He tried to stand up to stretch but your arms anxiously wrapped around him, the thought still lingering of him leaving you again. But he was staying this time. Your bodies were close, your face nuzzling into his neck as he thought to himself. 

“Little one” he whispered, capturing your dazed attention. You loved it when he called you that. You pulled your head back and looked at him. “I love you” he admitted, a weak smile on his lips.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian x fem!reader #raymond leon #raymond leon smut #raymond leon x reader #in time 2011

[cillianhead]

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

Thank you nonny for this wonderful request <3

Lazy Sundays || Cillian Murphy x Reader

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

18+ Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RING! RING!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[slut4thebroken]

Daddy’s Little Girl

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Pairing | Stepdad!Raymond Leon x reader

Summary | Your stepdad catches you doing something you shouldn’t be.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, very large age gap, technically incest, innocence kink, protective (controlling) Ray, grinding, pillow humping hehe, praise, degradation, spanking, punishment?, humiliation, virginity checks, daddy but not the kink?, he kind of hates everyone except you tbh.

Words | 3.7 k

Notes | Idk I feel like the end maybe got a lil ooc but I feel like it’s not enough to be out of place in the fic.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Tonight was movie night, your favorite night of the week. For the longest time, your step dad refused to do this. You’d beg and beg, and he’d stare at you with that hard, unrelenting gaze until you gave up. That was while you still called him Mr. Leon. That was before your mom skipped town, leaving you with him. You were 16 when that happened and Raymond seriously considered sending you off to some orphanage. It was only two more years anyway. 

But over time, the idea started to make his stomach churn and his jaw clench in anger. That was when he started treating you like his stepdaughter, rather than some child he was stuck with. That was when you started calling him daddy. 

The first time, it surprised him. Girls your age have long since grown out of calling their fathers ‘daddy’ and started calling their boyfriends that instead. But he could tell you were being genuine and not just making a move on him or trying to rile him up. It took a while, but eventually he got used to it. He even started calling you a few pet names as well. That was the first sign that he’d gone completely soft toward you. 

The second was when he actually agreed to have a movie night with you… As soon as he reluctantly said yes, you practically squealed as you ran to the couch, telling him to make popcorn while you got everything ready. 

You didn’t try to get closer to him that time. But the next time, you sat in the middle of the couch rather than on the side, still not touching him yet. The third time was when you tried to lean your head on his shoulder. He jerked away from you, mostly out of pure instinct, but when he saw your pouting face, he sighed heavily and let you do it anyway as he sat there, his body completely stiff. 

It only progressed from there, until he finally started getting used to holding you while you snuggled into his chest. He almost… liked doing it— not that he would ever admit that though. When you were in his arms, he felt like he was protecting you, keeping you safe. From what? He didn’t know. Maybe it was just paternal instinct. 

As you got older though, he got more protective. He started setting rules, most of which you were fine with. It was the little ones like bedtime by eleven on school nights or homework before fun that you didn’t like. But you followed them anyway. 

The first time you brought a boy home… he almost committed a felony, to put it simply. He never came back though— thankfully— but you yelled at him for scaring him away when you were just trying to work on an assignment together. That eased his nerves, but he still didn’t regret what he did. However, that prompted him to have a talk with you. Not the talk, you weren’t ready for that yet, he decided. 

He sat you down and told you about boys your age and their intentions and what they’d do to you if given the chance. He was trying to scare you, and it worked. He slept easy knowing that your nights were spent watching movies with him, rather than partying or having sex. 

You put on pajamas and fuzzy socks and he wore sweatpants and a shirt. While you settled on the couch and browsed for a movie, he was busy making some popcorn for you both. 

“What about this one?” You asked as he walked in and sat down next to you. 

“What’s it rated?” He seemed wary. 

“R… But I’ve seen R rated movies before!” He glanced at the screen, then turned back to you with a sigh. 

“Fine. Just this once, you know I don’t like you watching really graphic content.” You bit back a grin and pressed play. He held the popcorn in his lap and you rested your head on his shoulder, both of your lower halves covered by the blanket. 

It started out fine. There was a lot of cursing and some violence, but it wasn’t too bad. What was bad was the super graphic and super long sex scene. You shifted awkwardly and looked at your lap. Should you just watch and pretend like this isn’t weird? That’s what he’s doing…

When you folded your legs up and rested them on his thigh, he placed a warm hand just above your knee. You cleared your throat and buried your face in his chest a little. 

“It’s just a sex scene.” He chuckled quietly. 

“I- I know… I’m just not used to watching it s’all.” He hummed in response and started brushing his thumb back and forth on your thigh, making your shiver. 

“We can watch something else.”

“No! I- I’m not a child. I can watch a… a— sex scene.” You said the last two words quietly and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. 

“I know you can, princess. I’m saying you don’t have to.” You could tell he was amused, but you were getting more and more flustered. 

“Well, I- I want to.” You decided. He was fine with that. Even though he didn’t really want you watching this kind of stuff, he liked watching you blush and squirm. 

The sex scene was over and you relaxed into him, focusing on the movie again. The rest of it was more violence and cursing, then it was over. When you yawned and snuggled into his chest, he brought an awkward hand up to your shoulder, trying to pull you away. 

“Bed time.” You let out a low whine, but stood up anyway. “Go get ready for bed.” 

“Mhm.” You mumbled sleepily. You brushed your teeth and finished your nightly routine, but as soon as you laid down, you noticed the warm feeling in your belly and the ache between your legs. You’ve felt this once or twice, but you’ve never acted on it before. You laid there, desperately trying to ignore it and just fall asleep, but it wouldn’t go away and you kept thinking about his hand on your thigh and the way he smells and how safe you feel in his arms. Letting out a quiet whine, you pressed your thighs together and squirmed a bit, trying to ease the ache. It only got worse though. 

You turned on your side and squeezed your thighs together harder as your hips started moving back and forth, chasing pleasure that wasn’t there. You heard running water as he washed the dishes, so with the knowledge that he was too busy to catch you doing something inappropriate, you got up on your knees and placed a pillow between your legs. 

The movement of your hips was awkward at first, but you quickly picked up a comfortable pace and continued that for a while. You felt so dirty and perverted doing this, but you couldn’t stop. Especially not when you imagined doing this on his thigh instead. Would he grab your hips to help you? Or maybe he’d lay back and watch you hump his leg like a dog. 

You whimpered and closed your eyes as your head fell forward. Maybe he’d let you grind on something else… something much more R rated. The thought had you moaning quietly before you could stop yourself so you bit your lip to keep any more sounds in. You’ve only started having these thoughts about him recently and they confused you, but made you feel good, so you didn’t try to shut them down. 

Your belly felt like it was tightening and filling with heat, and you started panting as you bucked your hips faster. You weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling. All you knew was that the thought of stopping made you want to cry in desperation. 

“Are you all ready—” The door suddenly opened and you practically jumped away from the pillow as you stared at him with wide eyes. The feeling in your tummy was slowly leaving and you tried not to whine out loud because of it. “What were you doing?” He asked, tone a complete 180 from only a few seconds ago. 

“N-nothing, I was… I was getting ready for bed.” He slowly shut the door and you swallowed audibly as you waited for what was next. 

“You were getting ready for bed with your pillow down there?” He asked, obviously not believing you. You bit your lip as you nodded, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes and he stalked closer. You held your breath as he neared the bed, but when he reached for the pillow, you were too slow to try and grab it first. He held it up to his face and inhaled deeply, making your cheeks heat up as you squirmed uncomfortably. 

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to watch that movie. You get these ideas in your head and soon enough your whoring yourself around for every guy in this fucking city.” 

“No! No, I- I wouldn’t…” You didn’t want to whine, but his words were embarrassing you. He set the pillow down then sat next to it with a heavy sigh. You watched him pinch the bridge of his nose and close his eyes. 

“I guess this is my fault… I should’ve talked with you a long time ago, I was just scared.” Your brows furrowed in confusion and you schooched closer to him. 

“Scared?”

“Of losing my little girl. But clearly I need to accept the fact that you’re a young woman now. You can’t be my little girl forever.” You’ve never heard him sound so sad. 

“Yes I can.” You frowned. 

“Princess… You’re already 18. I don’t think that’s possible.” He chuckled dryly. 

“But… I- I want to be your little girl.” Your frown deepened and your eyes started to burn with tears. “Forever, daddy.” You whined. 

“I know, baby. But that’s what happens, you have to grow up, no matter how much you don’t want to.” You were getting even more confused and upset. What does this mean? Will there not be anymore movie nights? Will he not make you hot chocolate or read to you or tuck you in before bed? “And now’s the time. You’re already getting curious about big girl things.” 

“No! I- I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, daddy— I promise. I’ll do anything, just— please…” You cried, giving him puppy dog eyes as your bottom lip wobbled. 

“You want to stay my little girl?” He asked quietly, bringing a hand up to brush your hair out of your face. 

“Please.” You whined and he nodded. 

“You have two choices; you can be a big girl and I’ll teach you whatever you need to know to be safe, or… you can be my little girl, but you’ll need to be punished for your behavior.” 

“The second.” You didn’t even hesitate. 

“Okay, baby. Over my lap.” When you started moving to lay on his lap, he stopped you. “Other way.” You obeyed and laid across his thighs, pushing the pillow away so you could be comfortable. 

“No no no, princess.” He chuckled quietly. “That’s part of the punishment. You’re going to keep your face in your mess as a constant reminder of why you’re being punished right now.” With a low whine, you pulled the pillow back toward you, but kept your head above it. You could see now that there was a tiny damp spot on the fabric, only furthering your embarrassment. 

“Mmph!” Was the only noise you could get out when he placed a firm hand on the back of your head and shoved you down. You jumped when you felt his warm hand on the back of your thigh, slowly moving up. He teased the bottom of your sleep shorts before going back down on the other leg. “This is what you want? To be daddy’s little girl?” 

“Yes!” You cried, but it was muffled because of him still holding you down. 

“Fine.” He roughly pulled your shorts down to your thighs, making you whine and squirm in this hold. “At least you’re not completely gone yet…” He murmured, running a hand over your plain cotton panties. “Ready?” He didn’t let your reply before landing a hard smack on your ass, making you cry out. He did the same to the other cheek, then grabbed your underwear and pulled them up to expose more skin. 

You moaned quietly when he rubbed a soothing hand over your already sore ass. It felt huge. Sure you’ve noticed his hands once or twice, but it felt like he could grab your entire ass cheek and more with just one hand. 

He hit you again, but this time he didn’t stop until you were crying and reaching back to push him away. He released your head and twisted your arms behind your back painfully, keeping you still. With your head now free, you tried protesting verbally. 

“It hurts, daddy.” You whined. 

“Yeah? Keep your face in that pillow or I’ll use my belt and it’ll hurt a whole lot more.” He warned, making your breath catch in your throat. You didn’t want to find out if he was bluffing or not, so you lowered your head back down, trying not to get too embarrassed by the smell of your own arousal. 

He started spanking you again, lighter this time, but after doing it over and over, the light smacks started to hurt. You cried and squirmed and kicked your feet, trying to get a break. 

“I know…” He cooed, finally stopping to roughly rub and grope your ass, making you wince. “You can take it though.” You shook your head as a quiet sob left you. Your tears haven’t fallen yet, but you knew they were about to. 

“Please— Please… I'm sorry for being bad, daddy.” You whimpered, turning your head to try and see him. He just shushed you and continued playing with your ass for a while. When he got bored of that, he was spanking you again. He only did a few this time, but he hit you so hard… you could barely take it. You were crying now and your struggling picked up until one of your legs slid off his thigh. You held it up by your foot on the ground, but when you tried to raise it again, he placed a firm hand on that thigh to keep it in place. So you relaxed into the new position as he snaked his hand up. 

He cursed under his breath, then moved his hand to pull your panties up even further, making the outline of your cunt more pronounced. His thumb brushed over your slit, but it didn’t go anywhere near where it actually ached. 

“Now, why would my little girl be so wet during a punishment?” He asked innocently, as if his words had a less crude meaning. 

“I- I’m sorry, daddy… Can’t help it.” You whined, squirming again to try and get some kind of pressure on your clit. You couldn't help the moan that escaped when he pulled your panties to the side, then ran a finger through your slit. 

“Clearly you’re growing up just a little bit, but I think we can come to a fair compromise.” You waited anxiously for his proposal. “You can still be my little girl, but we’ll have some adult playtime too.” You were nodding before he even finished. “That means you can only be with daddy. Only big girls do that kind of stuff with other boys.” 

“Only you.” You promised. 

“Since I know how insatiable you're getting though, I’ll have to do checks every week, maybe more, to make sure you’re still my little girl.” 

“Checks?” You asked quietly, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Would you like me to do one now to show you?” You agreed hesitantly and he raised his leg that was under your hips to arch your back a little. When he released your arms, you immediately brought them back up to a more comfortable position. 

He placed both hands on your thighs, just below your ass, and used his thumbs to pull you open even more, exposing you. You tried not to get embarrassed or nervous, but no one’s ever seen down there before. What if he thinks it’s ugly? What if it has a weird smell? Your thoughts were interrupted by him circling your hole with one finger. 

“Ready?” He asked, but barely dipping the tip in your entrance to tease you. 

“Y-yes.” You said through a breath. He slowly pushed his finger in and you fisted the sheets as your head dropped down— you didn’t even care about your scent on the pillow anymore. His finger was so thick and long, and you mewled quietly at the feeling. He curled it against your walls and you let out a choked moan at the new feeling. “What… What are you checking for?” You whispered, unable to speak any louder. 

“Your hymen. That’s something only little girls have. Once it’s gone, that makes you a big girl.” He explained, continuing to move his finger inside you at a torturously slow pace. 

“Daddy…” You whined breathily. The only response you got was a quiet hum, telling you to finish what you were wanting to say. “Feels good..” He suddenly pulled his finger out, forcing a strangled sob out of you. “No— please! Please keep going.” You cried as he wiped his finger on your ass to clean it off. 

“Shh. While I’m here, I might as well do a full check. Lay down.” He pulled your shorts all the way off, then you moved to the center of the bed and laid down on your back as he settled between your legs. His thumbs were pulling you apart again, but this time his finger went above your hole. Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered closed as your hips rocked, trying to get more friction. When he brushed a finger over your clit, you jolted and released a loud moan. 

“This is only for daddy to touch, do you understand? No boys, no hands, no pillows.” You nodded as you panted and bucked your hips again. 

“Only for daddy.” You mumbled almost incoherently. He continued brushing over your clit with feather light touches, but the feeling in your belly was getting more and more intense. “Please…” You whined, squirming even more. 

“Do you even know what you’re begging for, little girl?” You shook your head as your hips started moving more frantically now, like how they were when you were on the pillow. 

“Please, daddy.” You moaned, the feeling in your tummy growing tighter. He suddenly removed his finger again and you cried out loudly, all but throwing a tantrum in response. “Please! Please don’t stop..” You sobbed. “It hurts, daddy… please make it go away.” Your voice was a pathetic whimper, but you ignored the embarrassment, focusing on giving him puppy dog eyes and a pout instead. 

“No.” You let out a long bratty whine, making him bring his hand down on your clit with a loud smack. He didn’t hit too hard, but it was hard enough to make you choke on a gasp, and then silence you. He grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the ground, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Finish what you started.” 

“But,” He raised his brows, warning you to stop disobeying him and just do it. So with a pout, you moved to the floor and straddled the pillow. 

“Atta girl. Do it just like how you were when I walked in.” You blushed at the reminder, but slowly lowered yourself onto it and started moving your hips. It didn’t take long for you to get desperate enough to show your enthusiasm without shame. But you were also getting impossibly more desperate for him. 

“Daddy… please.” You whined. “Wanna touch you.” The way you whimpered and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes made him fold almost instantly. 

“Where?” 

“Wanna do this, but… on your thigh.” He sighed, but patted his leg and you scrambled up to straddle it as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Better?” You bit back a grin as you nodded. He suddenly grabbed your hips and started moving you against his thigh, but you quickly picked back up and started rutting against him desperately. Now that you could smell him and feel his warmth, and his strong hands holding your hips, your tummy was getting impossibly tighter with arousal. All of the friction on your clit was starting to hurt a little, but you couldn’t stop. Not now. 

“Such a good girl…” He cooed, making you whine and ride his leg faster. “I’m gonna teach you all the ways little girls can please their daddies. Do you want that, baby?”

“Mhm.” You were too spaced out to respond properly. “Daddy, it— I…” You choked out, not even knowing what it was that you were actually feeling. 

“It’s okay. Keep going.” You whined at his encouragement but obeyed eagerly, wanting to feel this pleasure longer. Your sounds got louder and your hips moved even faster until you mewled quietly as your body convulsed. You were shaking and writhing from the intense pleasure and his hands started pulling your hips when you weren’t able to focus on moving them anymore. “Good girl… Ride it out.” He said quietly and you squeezed your eyes shut as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He kept grinding your hips down on his thigh and you were sobbing out moans until it finally subsided and the achy feeling was gone. 

“How was that?” He asked, loosening his grip to an intensity that wouldn’t leave bruises. 

“What… what was…” You were panting heavily, trying to catch your breath and calm down. 

“It’s called an orgasm. Only I can give them to you, do you understand?” His voice was soft but still stern. 

“Mhm.” You nodded, now so much more tired than you were a few seconds ago. He pulled the covers back, then picked you up by your hips and placed you on the bed. You laid down, then he brought the covers up and handed you your stuffed animal before tucking you in. “My little girl.” He whispered, pushing your hair out of your face. You blushed and smiled sleepily. “Only mine.” 

“Only yours..” You mumbled incoherently and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, filling your stomach with butterflies. 

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[your-nanas-house]

Late again

◇ Pairing: Raymond Leon X best friend!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[darthannie]

kinktober day two: somnophilia with raymond leon

pairing: Raymond Leon x f!reader word count: 712 warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, somnophilia, basically dbf (dad's business friend) a/n: Writing somno is a challenge for me but I'll accept it every time. Enjoy!

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Your father had more than enough time to set you up for centuries. He gave you 50 years as a gift for your 25th birthday. That was around the time you met Raymond Leon. He was a timekeeper hired by your father to investigate a string of time theft going on in his company.

He spent a lot of time at your house, working out of one of the offices your father had set up on the estate. He was never home, so the house was completely void of anything stopping you from being with Raymond. 

You and Raymond had set up an arrangement. Not quite a relationship, but you were his and his alone. He wasn’t the doting man you’d always wanted, but there was a thrill that ran through your body whenever you were around him. 

His dark hair and light eyes did a number on you. The first time you felt his hands touch your smooth skin was a day you’d never forget. Since that day, he had you, hook, line, and sinker. And because of you, he had all the time in the world. 

On one particular day, he found you asleep in your bed under a fleece blanket. That’s a shame, he thought. He had expected you awake and waiting but, making the most of it, he thought he’d play a little game. He wondered how long it would take for you to wake up. 

He removed his trench coat and reached for your blanket. He dragged it off, slowly revealing your naked body. He breathed out and blood rushed down to his dick. He took this as an invitation, a bright green light telling him “go”. 

He started by softly grabbing your breast, feeling your soft skin in his hand. He pulled down his pants and started stroking himself, contemplating his next move. You breathed out softly and hummed. She must be dreaming, he assumed. 

You rolled over onto your side, arching your back and making your ass more prominent. He would’ve thought you were awake if it wasn’t for the way your wrist went limp when he picked up your arm. 

Now with the assurance you were fast asleep, he got bolder, and spread your ass so he could get a better look at you. He laid on the bed next to you to get in the just right position where he could put the tip of his cock in you. 

He hummed at the feeling of him stretching you out ever so slightly. He tried his luck and pushed in slowly. He got as far as he could before stopping as you began to stir. 

You stretched out your arms slightly and yawned. Raymond felt you clench around him. You were in a daze and unaware of what was going on. He pulled out and slowly, slowly thrust back in. That earned him a soft moan from you. 

He shifted his body in such a way that he was now over you, watching your face as he fucked you. You were coming into consciousness as he picked up speed. You breathed in, about to say something a little too loud, and Raymond put his hand over your mouth.

“Shhhh. Go back to sleep,” He cooed.

He removed his hand and laid down behind you, lifting your leg, and spooning you as he thrust deep inside you. He held your arms close to your chest.

You moaned quietly and he placed his hand over your mouth again. You didn’t know if what was happening was real but you didn’t want it to stop. You let him fuck you in your drowsy state, not opening your eyes again. 

He pulled out and came on your thighs. He looked down at the mess he made and was satisfied. He laid with you for a while, dragging his thumb back and forth on your arm.

After a few minutes, he got up and got himself put together again. He threw a washcloth on the bed and checked his time. He walked over and grabbed your arm, giving himself an hour for good measure.  

He leaned over to your ear and said, “When you decide it’s time to wake up, clean yourself up and get dressed. Your father’s here.”

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@devotedlyshadowytheorist, @dxnger-dxys, @tommyshelbywhore, @quinnlilias,@madnessandobsession, @mvpr-moon, @nela-cutie, @faebirdie, @charmed-asylumm, @anasanthology, @ilikefictionalmen, @akanne-aka, @no-fooking-fighting, @queenofstresss

(If something is up with your tag or you would like to be added, let me know!)

#kinktober ‘23 #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fic #raymond leon smut #raymond leon #annie writes #raymond leon x reader #raymond leon x f!reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader

[mothhball]

Can we please talk about the cunty little walk that Raymond goes on after he's been shot

Because WHAT is that expression. I need to ruin this man.

#cillian murphy #raymond leon #in time

[coppoladelrey]

Cillian Murphy as Raymond Leon in In Time (2011)

#cillian murphy #raymond leon #in time #filmedit #cmurphyedit #raymond leon x reader #cillian x reader #dilfsource #dilfedit #cillian murphy x reader #coppoladelreygifs

[dilfgifs]

CILLIAN MURPHY starring as Raymond Leon IN TIME | dir. Andrew Niccol (2011)

#cillian murphy #in time (2011) #raymond leon #movieedit #filmgifs #cillianmurphyedit #dailymen #flawlessgentlemen #mensource #dilfsource #dailyflicks #userlindir #usersavana #tusershay #tuserrex #usersvenja #gaybuckybarnes #userbbelcher #* #tammy

[luluartpop]

Cillian Murphy in Grief is the Thing with Feathers 🎭🎟️

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy young #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #jonathan crane #theater #grief is the thing with feathers #oppenheimer #jonathan breech #raymond leon

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Three — Raymond Leon + car sex

Pairing -> sub!raymond leon x reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), maybe kinda sorta dub-con just to be careful (but not anything big, it can be looked over), road head (don't do this irl be smart),

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: In Time characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

Sometimes Raymond was a little boring. Not in any insulting way, only that he tended to be more stern and strict, and he always had to have things in control. It was probably something about being a timekeeper. That’s how they all were, at least the one’s you’ve met. But with Ray it was a little different, more . . . old. You didn’t know how to describe it. He wasn’t out of touch with anything, but he just had that sense of dullness in his personality that he carried around with him like a raincloud.

It wasn’t physical or anything — sex was great, and the stunts he did when he was out policing the timezones proved he was in great shape. He was twenty-five, after all, everyone nowadays was. But he was fifty or something mentally (what age exactly, you didn’t know, and didn’t dare ask). 

You loved him, so it wasn’t a major problem, but you did have to admit, sometimes you wished he would so something unprovoked, unpredictable, hot.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands (literally), your reached over and placed your hand on his thigh. Raymond noticed, but focused his attention on driving, not making any move to push you away. It wasn’t until you crept closer to his crotch did he say something about your behavior. 

“What are you doing?” he asked sternly. He glared at you, something you learned not to take personally. 

“Nothing.” You shrugged innocently. “Just tryna have some fun.”

Your fingers brushed over his crotch.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel he took off the other and grabbed your wrist.

“Stop that,” he growled. “Can’t you see I’m driving?”

“Yeah. That’s why it’s fun.”

You gave Ray’s cock a little squeeze through the fabric and he let out a little gasp, one you wouldn't be able to hear unless you were listening for it.

To your surprise, he didn’t say anything after that. He just stared dead ahead at the road, not giving you any indication he wanted you to stop.

So you didn’t. You continued to tease him thrugh the fabric, waiting for him to get hard, and when he finally did, you unzipped the zipper and pulled his hard length out.

You caught your boyfriend glancing at the side of the roads, looking out for other cars. But it was night and no one was there, like they could see anything in the darkness even if they were. 

“Relax. No one’s gonna see us,” you reassured him.

“I know that,” Ray breathed out as you rubbed his precum all over the tip of his cock. He shuffled a little in his seat. “Are you really going to do this? Now?”

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, halting your hand movements.

“. . . No.”

“Say the magic word,” you teased with a grin.

He sighed, not wanting to prolonge the foreplay. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Touch me,” he said, exasperated. 

“Good boy,” you said, giving him a long stroke.

He threw his head back, in annoyance or pleasure, you could not tell. He always denied it, but you knew he liked it when you called him your ‘good boy’.

“Go slow,” he pleaded, when you picked up the pace.

You chuckled. “Loosen up, Ray.”

You and Ray tightened your grips, yours on his cock, pumping with precision, and his on the steering wheel, desperately tyring to stay in control. 

You took your hand off for a brief moment, prompting Ray to glance over at you, only for his breathing to hitch in his throat when he saw you lean over spit on his cock, resuming your pumping.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s good.”

You fondled his balls, giving them a little pinch. He squirmed in his seat.

“Don’t move,” you demanded, taking off your seatbelt to fit his entire length in your mouth. 

The car swerved a little, but it immediately got back on track.

You gagged, but kept yourself down for a bit, before getting up for some air.

Ray groaned loudly. “Oh, don’t do that, I can’t focus.”

You both knew that he could easily push you away. He was stronger than you, but his desire was getting in the way of reason, and all he wanted to do was relax in the car seat, you here to give him a blow job like there wasn’t anything else the mattered.

You ignored his words, continuing to suck of his cock, hollowing your cheeks out and timing your breaths so you didn’t choke as much. You bobbed your head up and down, revelling in the way he wriggled away from you. 

Ray had enough, and pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking it on some grass. He stopped the engine and spread his legs, relaxing his arm on your back.

He came soon after with a whine. You swallowed his seed, making a disgusting gulping sound. 

You took the paper wipes from the backseat and wiped his cum off your face, leaving his now soft cock out of his pants. He tried to put it back in but you stopped him, wanting a nice view of his length. You put on your seatbelt and playfully slapped his thigh.

“Well? I wanna get home. Start driving.”

Taglist:

@rainyforest777

@thatwitchybitch420

@madeinuk

@henrywintersdearestgirl

#raymond leon x you #raymond leon x reader #raymond leon x y/n #in time #cillian murphy #fanfiction #raymond leon #pinguwrites #kinktober masterlist #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[st4rymoon]

⭐︎𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭⭐︎

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: semi-dubcon, pussy eating, fingering, cussing, power imbalance, corruption kink

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Ray had you pinned under him with a harsh grip, his finger nails digging into your skin as he ravaged your pussy like it was the last meal he’ll get.

You were sheepishly walking towards your office when you felt a tight grip on your arm yank you into another office.

Lo and behold Ray, your boss was the one yanking you into his office. Within seconds he was throwing you onto his desk and lifting your legs up onto his shoulder.

Ray loved that everyone saw you as an innocent intern. He still remembers the day he interviewed you. He remembers the way you played with your fingers and bit your lip as you grew anxious at his stern demeanor.

The first time either of you slept together was in his bed, he asked you to come over and help him with some papers and before you could blink you were riding him on his couch. He learned rather quickly the little innocent act you had on was just a façade.

Now, he had you sitting in front of his desk as he kneeled and yanked your lace panties down. The second your panties hit the ground he was lapping at your soaked pussy. “Pl- please Ra- not here” you gasped as he hummed in protest.

Loud moans threatened to spill out of you as his tongue circled your swollen clit “remember the deal? I get what I want and you get what you want. This is what I want so let me have it” Ray hissed.

You moaned as he shoved two fingers into you, his digits pumping your slick in and out of you slowly. His hair began to fall in front of his face as he watched your pussy swallow his fingers.

He was pumping faster into you as his slacks grew tight around his legs “gushing all over my damn fingers honey, you’ve been thinking of me haven’t you?” He cooed.

You nodded dizzily as your stomach began to tighten “fu- fuck” you cried, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as his thumb began to circle your clit softly.

“Of course you have. Couldn’t help but think about your boss fucking you huh? You love that I can shove you into my office whenever I want and do as a please” Ray hummed.

Your walls squeezed his fingers as you gushed all over his hand. Your slick dripped down his hand as he smiled down at you in accomplishment.

He cleaned his fingers with a single lick, his eyes glued to yours as he did. You finally caught your breath as he fixed your panties back up.

“Come back after your break”

#smut #raymond leon #raymond leon smut #in time #cillian murphy #cillian murphy characters #cillian x reader #cillian murphy smut #kinktober

[nathan-fielder]

Cillian Murphy as Timekeeper Raymond Leon

IN TIME (2011) dir. Andrew Niccol

#cillian murphy #raymond leon #in time #cmurphyedit #in time (2011) #filmgifs #moviegifs #2010s #scifiedit #hes driving :) #cilliangifs #*

[slut4thebroken]

Cillian Murphy & Characters Masterlist

Smut - ❤️

Fluff - ✨

Angst - 🖤

Dark content - ❗️ (noncon elements)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

main masterlist

𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅:

༺˚ʚ Cillian Murphy ɞ˚༻

Stepdad!Cillian x cheerleader!reader ❤️

Stress relief ❤️

༺˚ʚ Emmett ɞ˚༻

Second Chances ❤️❗️

Ultimatum ❤️❗️

Home Improvements ❤️

༺˚ʚ Jackson Rippner ɞ˚༻

Partners ❤️

All Work, No Play ❤️❗️(ongoing)

Practice Makes Perfect ❤️

Stranger ❤️

༺˚ʚ Jonathan Crane ɞ˚༻

Exposure Therapy ❤️❗️🖤✨ (ongoing)

Favorite Toy ❤️✨ (sub!jon)

baby bat ❤️❗️(blurb)

Meant to Be ❤️❗️

Nymphomania ❤️ (age gap🥰)

Dangerous Game ❤️

Doctor’s Orders ❤️❗️

The Incident ❤️❗️

Erotomania 🖤❤️ (ongoing)

Safe ❤️

༺˚ʚ Neil Lewis ɞ˚༻

Stuck ❤️

Little Black Dress (pt. 1) ❤️❗️

Until Next Time (pt. 2) ❤️❗️

Just a Dream ❤️❗️

Tease ❤️

Bully stepbro!Neil pt. 1

Promise ❤️

Pool Party ❤️

Possessive!Neil x bsf!reader drabble

Vacation ❤️❗️

Stay ❤️❗️

༺˚ʚ Raymond Leon ɞ˚༻

Timekeeper Raymond Leon 🖤 (pt. 1)

Daddy’s Little Girl ❤️

༺˚ʚ Robert Capa ɞ˚༻

Trapped ❤️❗️

༺˚ʚ Robert Fischer ɞ˚༻

Childhood Enemies Turned Lovers? ❤️ 🖤 ✨ (ongoing)

Name Your Price ❤️

Party Favor ❤️❗️

༺˚ʚ Thomas Shelby ɞ˚༻

Tommy’s Pet ❤️

Sweet Dreams ❤️❗️

Needs ❤️

༺˚ʚ Other ɞ˚༻

Earn Your Prize ❤️ (choose your own character)

༺˚ʚ Head Cannons ɞ˚༻

Stalker!reader pt. 1

Stalker!reader pt. 2

Glory hole

Dad/stepdad finding your vibrator

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔:

༺˚ʚ Jackson Rippner ɞ˚༻

Jackson Rippner x stalker!reader ❤️

Jackson Rippner x fbi agent!reader ❤️❗️

༺˚ʚ Jonathan Crane ɞ˚༻

Sex pollen ❤️

Scarecrow x vigilante!reader ❤️❗️

Change 🖤

Sub!Jonathan Crane ❤️

Jonathan Crane x innocent!reader ❤️

༺˚ʚ Neil Lewis ɞ˚༻

Stepbro!Neil ❤️❗️

Desperate!Neil accidentally sticks you in the wrong hole and can’t stop ❤️

༺˚ʚ Raymond Leon ɞ˚༻

Timekeeper Raymond Leon pt. 2 ❤️

Raymond x Robert x criminal!reader ❤️

༺˚ʚ Robert Capa ɞ˚༻

The bet ❤️

༺˚ʚ Robert Fischer ɞ˚༻

Raymond x Robert x criminal!reader ❤️

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[kittenonpluto]

Cillian Murphy as Agent Raymond Leon In Time | 2011

#cmurphyedit #cillianmurphyedit #raymondleonedit #intimeedit #cillian murphy #raymond leon #in time #cilliangifs #cmurphygifs #*casgifs #gun cw

[darthannie]

day twenty-five: dom/sub dynamic with dom!raymond leon

pairing: Raymond Leon x f!Reader word count: 935 warnings: facefucking, use of “puppy” and “baby”, praise, begging, impact play, hair pulling, a/n: THE RETURN OF DAD’S BUSINESS FRIEND. I guess this can be seen as part two of the somnophilia fic. Also, listen we all know it’s not October but these will keep coming out whenever I want basically. They will all come out eventually please bear with me! <3

kinktober masterlist

Raymond liked to come to you when your dad wasn’t home. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find times that he wasn’t there. Over time, he had become quite in tune with the hours your father kept. He wasn’t always this lucky. He knew your father would be caught up elsewhere. 

Your arrangement was straightforward. You were committed to each other, and no one else had to know. There were days when Raymond needed to exercise some more dominance over you and you gladly obliged. On the rare occasion, he opened up to you, he let you take care of him. Though, he rarely ever submitted and much preferred to take care of you. 

When he arrived at your door he barged in. He found you reading on your bed. You put the book down and before you could say anything he grabbed your arm and took an hour from you. “Strip,” he said pointedly. You felt a bundle of nerves begin to form in your stomach. You always got nervous around him. Not because you thought he would hurt you, but because you wanted to please him. You didn’t want to lose him. 

Right after he took the hour you got working. You didn’t even get off the bed when you started taking off your shirt. Your nipples hardened as you felt the cool air hit them. Your bottoms came off just as fast. 

“On your knees. Quickly.” He stroked your head as you got on your knees and unbuttoned his pants. That one loving gesture was the fuel in your fire. He knew exactly how to get you in your place. He grabbed your head and started moving at his own pace. 

“Good little puppy,” he drew out. You used your tongue in ways to make him shiver, making sure to do exactly what he liked. He continued moving, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. He pulled your head towards him and held it there, making you choke. When he finally relented you gasped for air. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath desperately. He briefly considered putting himself back in your mouth but he took pity on you. He grabbed your chin so you could look up at him.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees, you know the drill.”

“Yes Sir,” you said as you quickly followed his command. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him before you could find any balance. His hand found its way between your legs, running his fingers up and down your pussy. 

He cupped you with his hand. “Whose is this?”

“Yours,” you said.

“Who owns this cunt?” 

“You do, Sir.”

You moaned loudly as he thrust inside you quickly and didn’t move further. “Does my good girl want me to move?” 

“Yes!”

“Not enough. Beg for it.” He punctuated his statement with a slap on your ass. You weren’t expecting him to spank you, and the shock of the impact caused you to move away from him. You took advantage and sunk back against him. That didn’t go unnoticed. He grabbed your hips and held you against him. “I said to beg.”

But you didn’t feel like begging. 

Your silence was taken as defiance. He had enough and grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck pulling you up against him. You yelped as the pain shoved you back into submission. “You don’t wanna beg for me,” he whispered into your ear. You mewled and he lightly slapped your face. “No reason to beg?” His hips bucked up, making you moan loudly. “Puppy doesn’t want it?” 

“I want it. I want it!” you cried. He slapped you again. The sting on your face was fuel to the fire. “Please fuck me. I need you to move. Please, please, please. Fuck. I’m yours, Sir. Please, move.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears.

He let go of your hair and you fell to the bed. His hands rested on your hips as he started to move. His strokes were hard and fast. His groans were soft as he tossed his head back. You squeezed around him. “Such a good girl. Always such a good girl,” he repeated.

He pulled out and you moaned at the loss. He guided you on your back and brought your legs up on the bed. He crawled on top of you and found your entrance again. He gasped at the new angle. He looked into your eyes as he thrust into you slowly. He leaned down to kiss you. It was soft at first. He reeled you in with the tenderness. He deepened the kiss as his thrusts became faster and harder. He was close and so were you. 

You spoke through your teeth, whining. “Raymond, cum in me.” 

He groaned, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and guided him into another kiss. He thrust in deep before summing inside you, filling you up as much as he could. He kissed your neck as you both caught your breath. You wondered if he would let you cuddle him after. If he would let the softer side of him take over. He sighed as he rolled off you, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. “He’s coming back soon you know.” 

“I know,” you replied. 

Just as you were about to get up he stretched out his arm, beaconing you to curl up against him. You knew you wouldn’t have much time, but you’d take what little you could get.

Taglist:

@devotedlyshadowytheorist, @dxnger-dxys, @tommyshelbywhore, @quinnlilias,@madnessandobsession, @mvpr-moon, @nela-cutie, @faebirdie, @charmed-asylum, @anasanthology, @ilikefictionalmen, @akanne-aka, @no-fooking-fighting,@queenofstresss, @flwrs4aust, @mrkdvidal1989, @00hsv, @laylasbunbunny

#kinktober ‘23 #annie writes #raymond leon x f!reader #raymond leon smut #raymond leon x reader #raymond leon #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy smut #cillian x reader

[hello-god-its-me-sara]

Cilly when camera is shooting:

Cilly when the director calls cut:

#look at hiiiiim #cillian murphy #in time #raymond leon