#Ray Harris

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time; CH 3.

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, P in V unsafe sex, oral (f receiving), counter sex, mostly clothed sex, a sprinkle of degradation, teasing, just the tip, sort of cum eating, nipple play, biting, marking, begging, demanding Ray, Au!Dark vibes Ray, porn with plot.

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Winter came harsh as it always had and buried your town in heavy white blankets. Chimneys smoked and the older folks would offer five dollars to the local boys to plow their driveways. A snow day closed schools and you were bouncing beside your mother along the path leading towards your home. You were ten, bundled in jackets with a beanie warming your scalp and fur lined snow boots to protect your feet. While your nose went pink and stung from the bite of the wind, you relished watching your breath waft from your mouth.

“Honey, look over there, by the trees, do you see it?”

Your mother crouched and pointed, guiding your vibrant eyes towards a line of barren trees. But you saw nothing.

“Mama, I don’t see- “

“Shh! Look, right below that tree.”

You strain and manage to make out the shape of a white rabbit. Its ears forward and alert, eyes seemingly on you now. A smile stretched across your features, delight warming your insides as you gazed upon the small creature. Eagerly, you begin to prowl forward with loud, clumsy crunches in the snow. You wanted nothing more than to touch this animal, to get closer and steal a better look.

A firm hand catches your arm, and you are pulled backwards into the warmth of your mother’s body.

“You can’t do that, Y/n.” Her voice was soft and kind.

“Why?”

She chuckles and drops her chin to your shoulder. Both of you quietly admire the rabbit. “Because you will scare it, and it will run.”

The words make little sense to you.

“But I won’t hurt it!”

Hands close around your stomach and squeeze you gently.

“Doesn’t matter. Everything is dangerous to a rabbit.”

Your eyes are caught in the creature’s stare. Fixed pupils and twitching ears as though it could hear you both. Maybe it could. The rabbit watches you, transfixed, thinking, ready to run the minute you make a move. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it took off, causing you to gasp.

“Why did it run? We didn’t go near it.” You were dismayed.

As your mother stands, she takes your gloved hand in her own and makes a non-committal sound in the back of her throat.

“It must have heard something.”

“Something dangerous?” You chirp, following in step with her.

She smiles and squeezes your hand.

“Yes, something dangerous.”

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The smell of burnt food roused you from your sleep.

In the transition from dreams to reality, you found yourself disoriented. This was not your bed, and the walls surrounding you told you it was also not your house. A dull ache bloomed between your legs and you groan as you push yourself up. Last night came back to you, and you recalled the stranger you had followed home. When your eyes adjusted to the hazy bedroom interior you brought your attention to your naked body, still raw and sex stained from the encounter before. You felt bare and vulnerable in this strange place, and shifted onto your feet to search for your clothes.

Head aching, you gather the scattered remains of your outfit and dress as you go, already rehearsing your excuse for why you slept over and that you were going to walk back to the bar to get your ride. When you composed yourself, you walk out the bedroom door and into the hall. You linger when you pass the basement, worrying yourself that this exchange would be awkward. Stepping into the kitchen and steeling yourself, you drew a breath.

“Hey,”

The kitchen was empty.

A plate with scrambled eggs, toast and very burnt sausage patties sat on the counter with a note beside it. Curious, you step closer and pick up the hand written letter.

‘Ran to get gas. Be back shortly, help yourself to whatever. Enjoy the food. – R’

Your eyes flick towards the plate again and like clockwork your stomach growled. While you weren’t hungover, your mouth was dry and that told you food and water would solve your headache. Grabbing the plate but not bothering with silverware, you bring your stuff to the tiny dining table and hurry to fill a cup with water from the sink. Finally seated, you finger eggs onto the toast and eat the lukewarm meal gratefully. Even cold, the grease from the sausage and salt from the eggs melted down your throat and eased the tension from your forehead.

After destroying your meal and polishing off two glasses of water, you felt better. Ray had left dishes in the sink which you decided to clean as a thank you – and to kill time. There was a small window that gave you a view of the backyard and dense lining of trees surrounding the property. Your eyes catch on a small shape near the edge, but it bolts before you can get a good look. Drying your hands, you jump at the sound of keys in a lock.

Now you could get the awkward part over with.

The door swings wide as Ray steps in, dawned in his leather jacket like the night before. You smile and fold your arms, feeling a tug in your loins. Beer goggles or not, Ray Harris was a handsome man. Though now in the light of day you could see his age. You knew he was older than you, but now that you could clearly see the lines etched into his skin, you realized just how significant it was. As warmth pooled in your stomach, Ray tosses his jacket on the back of a chair and kicks the door closed with the back of his boot. He catches your eyes and smirks.

“Hey kiddo, how’d you sleep?”

Tension eases off your shoulders as your cheeks go pink.

“Oh, hi- yeah, I, well, great I think,”

You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on your teacher. Ray crosses the room towards you in three strides and he slips his arm around your hips as he leans in. His mouth was on yours before you could speak again. The man tasted of mint with a hint of tobacco, which you got to taste as his tongue forces past your teeth and swipes across yours. Head spinning, you snap your hands to cup his cheeks, kissing him with equal vigor. So much for feeling awkward.

He was moving you backwards, using his larger frame to guide you until you bumped into the kitchen island. Your lips were crashing together obscenely loud, and Ray devoured your mouth like it was his last day on Earth. You cannot help the mewl that stutters in the back of your throat as your hands wander down the expanse of his torso. Breaking the kiss, Ray peppers soft pecks along your jaw and you turn your head to offer your throat. He rumbles, licking over your velvety flesh before biting down hard enough to draw a gasp.

Ray was a man possessed. His large, strong hands pawing your sides and groping your breasts by the fistful. He couldn’t get enough of you. “Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, had shit to do.” His voice is like thunder against your skin. “Woulda fucked you first thing.” He added, suddenly hoisting you up to sit on the edge of the islands top. You were reeling, your ability to form a coherent sentence long gone now that lust had made your brain blow a fuse.

All you could think of was him and how much more you needed.

You reach down and pull your dress up to your hips, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. This prompted Ray to draw back, watching as you widen your legs to offer him everything he wanted. Those husky eyes of his taking in every inch of you like a hungry animal. A wolfish grin sprawled over his face and exposed edged, predatorial teeth as he reached down to fumble and open his belt.

“Looks like my girl wants it too.”

He effortlessly takes his cock out while simultaneously pushing your panties to the side. Ray draws in a breath, able to smell the delectable heat of your cunt from there. You blush, leaning back onto your palms to brace yourself. The older man slots between your legs and tugs you closer to the edge, your ass nearly hanging off as he guides himself against your folds. “Damn, missed this fucking cunt,” He sighs as his swollen tip nudges your tight opening. “Let’s see if it missed me.” You see a flash of teeth before Ray drives inside of you to the hilt.

A cry erupts from deep inside of you. His cock filling you to near painful degrees and the tip nudging near your cervix. Chest heaving, you lift one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as your cunt resizes around him. The dull ache from earlier long forgotten as he stretches you. Ray’s head turned to kiss your knee while his hands encompassed your hips in a grip that would certainly bruise. “That’s it.” He purred, before pulling his hips back.

You feel empty, but only for a moment before he drives himself inside a second time, then a third. Each impact jerking your body upwards, forcing loud cries to spill from your lips. The burn of the friction mixed with the head of his cock nudging dangerously close to your end had you coming undone. Ray was watching you as he rocked his hips steadily, building up his momentum gradually. You whine as he leans over you and pecks your lips, smiling impishly against them. “You like that? Splitting open on my cock?”

The lewdness makes your head turn and eyes fly shut. Your cunt betrays you as it twitches and squeezes around him, making the older man grunt in surprise. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You don’t need to see him to know he toted a smug expression. You groan as his hips begin to rabbit into you, your body bouncing rapidly now as you suddenly drop onto your back and cry out for him. One of your hands covers your face, trying to conceal how utterly fucked out you were.

Ray hunkers over you and suddenly rips the top of your dress down, exposing your tits. You shriek, canting your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as something familiar builds inside of you. He’s stoking your flame, pushing rapidly towards your peak. His hand finds purchase around your throat, squeezing hard enough to limit your air flow. Mouth gaping, you swing your hand away from your face and knock what remained on the countertop away. You’re howling, becoming an uncontrollable animal below him as he rocked viciously hard inside you. The man groans, leaning over to look at your face and admire how red you got. “T-that’s it, that’s it.” His voice came in heavy pants, becoming winded in his old age.

Nothing mattered outside this moment. Ray hammering inside you, oozing precum along your walls while you squelched noisily around him. Both of you were panting now, your body twitching and writhing while your nails sought purchase. You grab at his arm and he tightens his grip around your neck until you see spots. That was it, and within three more full body thrusts you felt him break you. A strangled scream bursts forth and you throw your head back, convulsing and shaking as you cum. Your walls bare down onto his cock, squeezing erratically and milking him for all he’s worth.

Ray was encouraging you, his own thrusts sloppy and uneven. He could feel how you tightened and nearly threatened to force him out, but he kept rocking. When he could take it no longer, he put both hands on your hips and threw his entire weight into you, trying to drive his cock further than before. Giving a choked groan, his eyes shut tightly and head fell to your breasts as he came. You could feel the twitch of his orgasm pulsing inside of you, and knew the searing warmth you felt was his cum painting your insides. Mindlessly stroking his greying hair, you relax finally as you try to catch your breath.

The two of you remained connected, breathing each other’s air and decompressing while your hearts attempted to find a normal rhythm. Ray kissed your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp softly and arch. He rumbles and pops his lips off before smiling and licking around the pert bud slowly. “T-hanks for u-uh, breakfast.” You managed to stammer, your cunt fluttering around him.

Ray sucked it back between his lips and gave a low ‘mhm’ around you, his hips lazily pushing and dragging his softened cock inside of you. Your head was spinning from all the stimulation, and your blunt nails dig into his scalp. You felt on fire, every nerve ending hyper sensitive now. After just a few moments, Ray lifts off of you and begrudgingly slides out. The emptiness that follows made you shudder, and you sit up to look at him.

“Get in the shower.”

You raise your brows, a shiver running down your spine at the intensity of his command.

“Gonna join me?” You chirp as you slip off the island. Your legs were wobbly now and you grip at him for support. Ray had put himself away before he wrapped an arm around you. He wore a smile as he leaned down and kissed into your hair. “Since you asked so nicely, sure.”

Leading you to the bathroom, Ray opened the door and flicked the switch on. It was simple, a little messy which didn’t surprise you at all. What did catch your attention was the broken mirror. You were no forensic scientist but you’d seen enough punched mirrors to know what one looked like. Catching your gaze, Ray shrugged. “Accidents happen, especially when booze is involved.” His dismissive nature was charming, and you liked how uninterested he felt about things.

“Like last night?”

He heaved a laugh as he opened the curtain and turned on the water. “Is that what you think?” His voice was an amused hum. Your eyes follow along his strong arms and admire his tattoos, before drifting down and catching his hands. The noticeable veins and bruised knuckles made you feel hot in the face. “I didn’t say that, you did.” You shrug, still smiling. When he finished setting the temperature he turned and looked down at you in thought.

“That was no accident, and if you think I regret it, I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done.”

The space between you both was tense. Eyes locked and unflinching as you stared one another down with the shower hissing in the background. Closing the distance, you pull him down by the shoulders and kiss him unlike anyone you have ever kissed before. His arms fly around you as he stumbles from your weight knocking into his. He kisses back with equal fervor, knocking your teeth together in a battle of dominance. Ray felt consumed by you, encompassed by that youthful energy you had and wanting to bury himself within it forever. His tongue rolls with yours while his lips clash. He brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head and keep you in place.

A whimper escaped your throat as you lap at his mouth, desperate to take anything he gave. You were wet, leaking his cum down your thighs and aching for more. You’d never felt this way before, something about Ray lit fireworks off inside your belly and robbed you of common sense. When he breaks the kiss, he chuckles at the line of spit connecting you both. “Needy girl.” He wipes his mouth before kissing your forehead. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Ray, fuck I need you.” Part of you felt pathetic to beg, the other part didn’t care.

Ray smiles and touches your chin to tilt your head back and kiss you gently. “Get in the shower.”

There was a comfort in the playfulness of your rapport. Something about Ray made it easy for you to get along with him. He didn’t look at you like the younger men did. You enjoyed the way he grabbed you and kissed you, like he feared the end was coming. Smiling against his mouth, you nip at his lips and draw backwards to climb in. Water splashes your skin in a comforting, warm embrace and you sigh loudly in relief. You couldn’t recall the last time you showered – shamefully. After you rinse your hair, you steal a glance in his direction and realize he has not moved. Standing with a shoulder against the wall, Ray folded his arms over his chest and observed you in his shower.

“Like what you see?”

The man chuckles quietly and nods. “I do.” He rolled his wrist with a finger pointed. “Turn around for me.”

Heat burns your cheeks, and you laugh, doing a slow twirl for him before turning to face him again. “Not like you haven’t seen it all already.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you lean your shoulders against the cool tiled wall. Ray tilts his head before shrugging. “Well, not sober, at least,” he pauses, “Does it hurt?” His hand gestures to his throat, and you look confused.

Ray grabs his phone and opens the front facing camera to show you.

At first, you hardly recognized yourself. It had been too long since you saw your own reflection. “Jesus Christ.” You frown and tilt your chin up while looking at the camera. A band of bruised skin wrapped around your throat. As you try to recall last night, you notice the bitemarks on your shoulders and neck that you didn’t remember receiving. “God, Ray, you really know how to mark a girl.” There is some humor in your tone, but not much. You enjoyed the idea of being rough, but this seemed a little too much.

A notification pings on the top of the screen, you catch a name, Raymond, before he yanks the phone away from you and shoves it into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. I got a little over excited.” He explained, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. “Never got to fuck someone as young n’ pretty as you.” He smirked as he winked, and your stomach went into knots. You huff a laugh and flick water at him before turning back to the stream. “Just get in here.”

He disrobes and steps in behind you. The barrel of his chest and thick stomach pressing into your back as he draws the curtain shut. Steam rises around you both, and you sigh while leaning into him. Two powerful arms slip around your stomach, and he pulls you firmly against him, his mouth pecking at your shoulder. Turning, you lean up and kiss him again under the stream of water. His lips chase yours, swallowing you whole as he nudges you up against the shower wall, your lips smacking together noisily.

You can’t help but groan as he places a hand on your breast, his thumb swiping over your pert nipple before he pinches it gently. A soft cry escapes your lips, and you arch into his touch. “Y-you’re fuckin’ killing me.” You gasp into his mouth, tasting his tongue and groaning around it. Ray smirks, pecking your lips again before pulling back.

“Not yet.”

The shower was pleasant. Ray seemed to enjoy washing your hair and admiring your body with his large, calloused hands. He even leaned down and let you lather shampoo into his own tresses, his eyes closed and expression at peace as he relished in your touch. Aside from a little squeezing here and there, Ray didn’t make another move. It had been intimate, close, enjoyable. You felt closer to him than you had before going in. After, you step out and meticulously dry your body before your hair and watch as Ray swipes his head with his own towel before wrapping it leisurely around his hips.

Ray takes you in, his eyes scoring your frame before he hums and tugs your towel away from you. “Missed a couple spots, kiddo.” As you begin to argue, Ray drops his head to your collar and licks a small bead of liquid from your skin. The strike of his hot tongue makes your breath catch in your throat, and a soft whine escapes your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He mumbles, dragging his mouth down and sucking your breast between his lips. He lathes you with his tongue, rolling over your nipple as well as the areola. Ray moans against you, popping his mouth off noisily before focusing on the other breast and repeating the process.

“God,” You sigh, your mouth open and head back as your fingers weave into his greying locks. The suction caused your thighs to press together and your hips to squirm. Pulling his head back with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop’, Ray seals his mouth over yours. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it showed. Licking into your mouth and over your teeth, he fondles your breasts before reluctantly moving backwards. “C’mon, with me.” Your head spun as he took your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Giggling softly, you fall onto your back on the bed and look up at him through your lashes.

Lingering above you, Ray feels the blood redirect to his cock once again. Not since his youth had he been able to recover and get hard so soon. You did something to him that he could not explain. “Open up for me. Let me see you.” His voice was husky and demanding, making butterflies soar in your stomach. You hadn’t felt shy the first time you fucked but now you were quite bashful. “Don’t make me ask again, kid.” He warns, removing his towel from his waist and letting it crumble to the floor around his ankles. You squeak, then part your knees.

Watching you open for him, Ray looked down at the junction of your legs. Your soft folds, pink and glistening with slick, and your little opening, oozing his cum from earlier. Wordlessly, Ray drops to his knees and grabs your hips to tug you towards the edge of the mattress. You gasp, then shriek as his warm mouth encompasses your pussy. Giving a quick lick over your slit, Ray presses a sloppy kiss to your clit before bumping it with his nose. Sparks set off under your skin and your stomach begins to tighten. You cry for him, a hand winding into his hair once more.

“Spread yourself for me.” He rumbles, sucking another kiss to the puffy bud at the apex of your cunt. “Now.” You quickly bring your hand between your legs and use your fingers to open your folds for him. Now with your clit exposed, Ray kisses your knuckles as a thanks. “Good girl.” His tongue flicks out against the underside before he sucks his lips around it gently. You keen, your thighs trembling as you buck up towards his mouth, chasing that delectable suction. “R-ray, f-fuck.” You mewl again, chasing his mouth with your thrusts.

The man hums around you, rolling his tongue in slow circles around the bud before sucking it between his lips. Ray enjoyed your taste, your flavor, everything about you that made you unique to him. He places his hands on the back of your knees and suddenly lifts upward, forcing you to bend at the waist. Ray shakes his head against you, lapping and sucking your cunt with reckless abandon. Your sounds only spur him further, and he moans around your sopping flesh. You could feel yourself rising fast, and Ray knew it. The way your breathing shuddered, and you began to gasp uncontrollably, followed by the twitches in your muscles and the tightening of your vocal cords.

Right as you were on the edge of release, he stops. Groaning in dismay, you look down at him through hazy orbs and stare questioningly. You wanted to ask why, to scream and yell and demand he finish you off, but no words came to mind. Brain fuzzy, all you could do was watch as Ray lifted to his full height and wrapped his fist around the base of his now fully erect cock. “Such a messy little thing,” He sighs, tapping the mushroom tip of his head against your mound.

“Ray- “

“So desperate too. My girl wants to cum so bad, doesn’t she?” He continues, dragging his head through your folds and stopping when the tip bumped your swollen clit.

Your body jerks and your back lifts slightly, a frustrated whine building inside of you. You wring your hands through the blankets below and try not to let him see how much his taunting is getting you off. “Please,” You whine finally. “Please f-fuck me, I wanna cum.” The humiliation causes your face to burn red and your stomach to twist. If you weren’t still teetering on the edge of cumming, you would’ve told him to fuck off. A smile dawns on his face and he bucks his hips twice, bumping his tip against your clit again before he drags down towards your soaked opening.

“I don’t know,” He sighed. “Sounds like you’re being a bit demanding.” Ray used his thumb to spread your folds before dipping his cock inside of you. You keen, then whine once more when you realize he stopped after only giving you the tip. “Still not any better, princess?” Ray brings his hand to your pubic bone and presses down gently, before his thick thumb begins to pad your throbbing clit. When you cry out, he stops moving it but keeps the pressure applied. “Uh-oh,”

You felt strung above a cliff, unable to dive off no matter how badly you wanted to. The heat that had simmered in your stomach was now molten hot, driving you further into your frenzy. Ray was barely stretching you and already you were twitching around him, your cunt trying its best to draw him further inside. Watching you intently, Ray smiles and pets your clit with his thumb. “You feel so good around me baby girl. So hot, so tight.” He sighed and gave a half thrust, pushing his head only a centimeter in before popping it back out. You groan, shuddering at the loss of him, before whimpering as he pushes it back inside, stretching you around him once more.

Ray grunts. He wets his lips and flares his nostrils in a huff as he watches you carefully. “Ray,” you pule softly, “I’m – please, I need you, it hurts, please.” There was sincerity in your words. His thumb had kept you close to that edge for long enough, and now you were ready to fall. Ray smiles and slowly begins to push inside, stopping inch by inch just to hear you whine again. When he gets halfway, he stops. His cock stretches inside of you, the bulbous tip nudged against your g-spot and making your breathing quicken.

“Say you’re mine.”

You don’t think about it, because you don’t care.

“I’m yours, f-fuck I’m yours Ray!” You wheek again, near tears now.

When he finally relents, it’s explosive. Ray groans and sinks inside of you with a noisy plap, his stomach taking over for his thumb and pressing down on your clit. Your hands fly upwards, grasping into his wrists and holding on as the world floated around you. “Fuck,” He growls, drawing out halfway before he slams in again. He decides on a quick and hard pace. Your skin impacting noisily, and the bed frame hits the wall each time he crams completely within. You are shrieking, your cunt squelching around him obscenely loud as he drove himself deep. Mouth hanging open, you drag your nails into his arms and throw your head back, crying out and babbling for him. Nothing makes sense, nothing matters, only him.

Ray pounds inside of you like he hates you. “You belong to me,” He strains between grunts, his left hand closing around your throat. “Mine. Mine!” He snaps, leaning his weight into his thrusts now and jerking your body up the bed with each one. You are screaming now, fireworks popping behind your eyelids as your muscles tense and pleasure bursts inside of you in waves.

Clenching down around him, your cunt bears down on him as you cum. Ray follows shortly after you, bucking you through your orgasm before locking your pelvises together. He groans at the heavenly squeeze around his dick, meticulously pulling rope after rope of hot cum from him. He pants, dropping his head down and releasing your neck as he kisses you.

As he slows, you realize he’s pulling out and climbing into the bed beside you. The two of you are breathless, and he has rendered you boneless. The aftershocks of your orgasm still cause you to weakly clench and shudder, your thighs still shivering as well. Turning your body, you curl into him and kiss at what skin you can. Ray wraps his arms around you and squeezes you gently, kissing into your hair as he pants. There were a lot of things heavy on his mind now. All of them pertaining to you.

When you felt like you could speak, you lift your head and look up at him, catching him in thought. “You’re something else, Mister.” You grin, flashing your teeth playfully when you notice the corner of his mouth tugging. “Well, the same can be said about you.” Ray turns to meet your gaze, his azure orbs lidded with exhaustion. Smiling, you lean into him with what strength you have left and peck his mouth before flopping your head to his shoulder. Laying in silence, you settle yourself as your heartbeat returns to normal and your lungs settle. You lay a hand on his chest and trace invisible lines and patterns across his skin.

“Who’s Raymond?” You ask finally.

He's quiet for a moment. “My brother.”

“Oh, - wait, really?”

“Mhm.”

You were smiling, your fingers stopping in their tracks while you shift to look up at him. “Raymond and Ray? You’re joking.” Ray looks at you and his brows vex. “My father liked to fuck with us. He’d call me Raymond and him Ray, get us all confused, try to say one was the other.” Sighed the man as he pets his fingers into your hair at the base of your skull. “Pain in my ass, my brother.” You lay your head down and consider what he’s told you, finding the reveal of information to be enlightening. Humming, you close your eyes and think about what he said.

“You two close?”

Ray remained silent, his head back and eyes transfixed on the rotating ceiling fan’s blades. He sucks his teeth and licks over each one in the front before breathing a sigh. “We used to be.” The man withdrew from you and sat up, shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed. Confused, you scoot into him and put your head to his shoulder, giving him a moment of silence. You weren’t a mind reader, but based on the quiet, heated conversation he had the other night on the phone, and how he seemed reluctant to talk about him, you could put together that his family was a sore subject.

He appreciated your touch, finding the closeness comforting. Heaving a sigh, Ray shifts his shoulders, and you lift to look at him thoughtfully. “You hungry?” He asks, rising to his feet and crossing the room to his dresser, looking for boxers. Touching your stomach, you consider before nodding. “Sure, I could eat.” Smiling, you slip off the bed and stand up. “How about you take me back into town and we go for dinner before getting my car?” You offer, looking around for the clothes you’ve left behind. Ray pauses, not looking at you before he finishes hiking up his shorts. He dresses in jeans and grabs a wrinkled, white wife-beater to throw on with it.

The tension in the quiet makes tugs your nerves. You felt awkward suddenly, like you had said the wrong thing and upset him. “Not like I’m trying to run away or anything,” you add quickly, offering a shy smile. “I just don’t wanna be a burden or overstay my welcome.” Ray glances at you and visibly relaxes. “You aren’t.” He smiles and pops a mint into his mouth, sucking on it as he thinks. “Why don’t we take my ride and go get something to eat. Grab your car and you come back here with me? Stay the weekend?” He offered, dropping the plastic wrap on the floor. A smile branches across your face, the uncertainty gone as your heart throbs.

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

You dress yourself in old clothes and slip into your shoes. Ray grabs you as you both walk towards the front door, laughing. He dodges your swatting hands and grins as he slaps your ass before opening the door for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had fun like this. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company and having a great time. Ray locks the door behind you, and you bounce down the front steps and into the grass, your eyes flicking to the tree line again as he starts for his car.

Standing near the bushes, you could make out a vaguely familiar shape. Once your eyes come to focus, you gasp quietly as you realize it’s a lovely little white rabbit. Its ears twitch as it notices you. You both watch one another before it suddenly vanishes into the underbrush. Smiling brightly, you turn your head and walk towards the passenger side of Ray’s car. When you climb in, you grunt and pull the door closed as he’s turning on the engine.

“You get a lot of rabbits out here?” You ask, adjusting the air vents on your side.

Ray looks at you as you buckle up, and he sucks the mint in thought. “Not anymore,” He leans back and checks the rearview as the car begins to reverse. You look at him again and push your hand through your hair. “What do you mean?” You chirp, unable to resist the urge to ask. As Ray backs you both onto the dirt road and gets you going in the right direction, he sighs and reaches for the radio.

“Wolves got ‘em.”

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,052

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*This was written with the idea that reader is in her mid twenties, so there's an age gap between reader and Ray. Also I've not watched this movie lmao. Why do I do this? I DON'T KNOW!

Setting her bag down on the kitchen counter, (Y/n)'s hands drifted down to brush across her belly. Smiling when the baby girl inside gave a kick,and ignoring the pain that followed. "I know honey, you're missin' your daddy. So am I." She mused to her belly, happy to be back home and away from her latest hospital check up. But considering the lack of his car in the driveway, she knew Ray wasn't back yet, back with his brother Raymond, her godfather. "This is gonna be a long day." She sighed as she poured herself a glass of cold water, drinking nearly half of it before she felt satisfied. Setting the glass on the counter she licked her damp lips, taking notice of the sound of two car doors closing. Her shimmering eyes cast in the direction of the front door as it swung open, the sounds of Ray and Raymond's voices following as they entered the quiet home. Their voices drifted to the dining room, and (Y/n) steeled her nerves. "Here goes nothing." She murmured under her breath as she exited the kitchen and entered the dining room. The older men's eyes quickly cast to her as she entered, and she offered a smile with a small wave. "Hey guys." She hummed, her free hand still tracing her round belly absentmindedly.

"(Y/n) you're pregnant!" Raymond gawked at her, a small grin tugging at his lips at the sight of her round belly. "Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "Who's the father?" Raymond asked after a moment, his smile faltering when she glanced nervously at his brother. "Wait why is she here?" Raymond turned his attention to Ray, who looked just as anxious as she did. "Well where else is she gonna go?" Ray countered, confirming Raymond's fear. "You did not have sex with my goddaughter!" Raymond's confusion had quickly turned to anger, glaring at his brother as if he was intent to kill him. "Um." Was all Ray could get out before Raymond repeatedly began shoving at his chest, Ray instinctively pushed back anticipating it to turn into a fight. "She's half your age!" Raymond hissed stepping back a little when Ray moved to hit him in the face, then giving him another shove before backing away again. "Enough stop it the both of you. You're both acting like children." (Y/n) put herself between them, her back to Ray as she intended on calming Raymond down.

"How could you do something like this?" Raymond asked addressing Ray, who in turn scowled. "Excuse me, I can make my own decisions. Thank you very much." (Y/n) cut in, her fingers lacing with Rays when he grabbed her hand. "But-But him!?" Raymond stammered in frustration. "And what's wrong with him huh?" She glared now at her godfather. "He's not good enough for you!" Raymond shouted as if it were obvious, and she simply wasn't seeing it. "I'll decide who's good enough for me, not you." She turned to Ray, her eyes softening at the look shimmering in his eyes, clearly hurt by what Raymond had said. "He's more than good enough for me, he's perfect." (Y/n) murmured as she looked into his eyes, her words only making Raymond scoff. "He's a junkie!" Raymond argued, and (Y/n) quickly spun on her heel, her and Ray both glaring daggers at Raymond. "He's been sober for years now, I know because I was the one looking after him when he was coming down." Raymond frowned at her words. "You were still in highschool." He pointed out. "And why do you think I missed so much school my senior year? Because I was here when the withdraw sickness became to much of him. I was here, looking after him, helping him, caring for him. Unlike you." She spat, thoroughly fed up with Raymond's behavior, though she knew this is exactly how he was going to react, and it's the exact reason why she never told him.

"And before you make any sick assumptions, nothing happened between us. For years I was just his friend, looking out for him. It wasn't until last year when we became intimate, and that was only because I initiated it, and convinced him it was okay. Because it is okay, we're both adults, mature enough to make our own decisions." She ranted, only stopping and closing her eyes, when Ray moved to place his hand on her belly, standing beside her. "Shh calm down sweetheart, stress isn't good for the baby." Ray spoke softly, now rubbing at her baby bump, the feeling helping her relax a little, and his words quelling the raging fire that was her anger. "You don't have to accept this, but I will not have you talking about Ray like that. I love him, he makes me happy, and he takes good care of me, and that should be enough for you to accept this." (Y/n) opened her eyes, looking to Raymond with emotionless eyes. Eyes that quickly swirled with adoration when they cast to his brother at her side. Resting her head against his shoulder, and relaxing under his tender touch. "I love you too." Ray whispered against her hair before placing a small kiss there. All the while Raymond stood there unsure of what to say, or how to feel on the matter anymore.

|Time Skip|

The following hours had been awkward and uncomfortable for the three adults. While Ray drove them to the funeral in his car, with (Y/n) in the passenger seat holding his free hand, and Raymond sat quietly in the backseat. When they stopped at a gas station for (Y/n) to use the bathroom, Raymond hadn't even realized he'd been staring at Ray, until Ray grunted out an annoyed "What?". "Why her? Of all the women in the world, why her?" Raymond asked what had been bugging him all day. "Because I love her." Ray responded before casting his gaze back to the gas station, watching like a hawk for (Y/n) to return. "Because you love her?" Raymond questioned, clearly unconvinced. "Yes I love her, is that really so hard to believe?" Ray grumbled. "Yes." Raymond stated without hesitation, making Ray roll his eyes. "Well I do." Ray muttered, breathing a silent breath of relief at the sight of (Y/n) exiting the gas station. A small smile tugging at his lips at the sight of the snacks she held in her hands. "Here you go honey." (Y/n) passed Ray a bag of his favorite chips, when she reached the car.

Then a Debbie snack to Raymond. "Here." She muttered softly to him, glancing at his eyes for a moment before settling in her seat. Another sweet treat in her hand for herself. "Thanks." Raymond muttered when he looked at what she'd given him. "Thank you sweetheart." Ray leaned over again gave her a quick kiss, the sight making Raymond scoff. "Could you not do that in font of me?" Raymond groaned. "Grow up." Ray sassed as he looked back at his brother, who bit his tongue while glaring back at him. (Y/n) kept quiet as she opened her wrapper, offering her hand to Ray to open his as well. He passed her the bag and started diving once more, smiling softly at her when she returned the now open bag to him. Back on the road they made it to the funeral in a matter of twenty minutes, the atmosphere in the car turning from awkward to somber. And it remained that way long after they'd reached the cemetery some time later. "Honestly I just don't get what she sees in you." Raymond mused carelessly from the back seat. Ray closed his bible, turned to his brother, and simply flipped him off in response.

(Y/n) had gone to their father's plot, with a single pink posy in her hand. Paying her respects to him, despite never having met the man, or liking him after Ray told her the stories about how abusive he had been. "How are my girls feeling?" Ray asked when she re-approached the car, his hands cupping her belly after sitting his bible aside. "Tired." (Y/n) hummed before yawning. "It's a girl?" Raymond asked in a soft tone. "Yeah." She nodded her head, smiling down at her belly, her hands resting on top of Rays. The sight warmed Raymond's heart, slowly coming to terms with the situation. "I'm sorry for being such an ass about all this." He muttered after a moment of staring at her belly. "I get it... I don't like it, but I get it." (Y/n) responded, smiling when Ray pulled her hands forward to kiss her knuckles. "Do you wanna feel her?" She asked as she looked to Raymond, who looked hopeful but apprehensive. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yeah of course." (Y/n) smiled reassuringly, moving away from Ray to allow Raymond to touch her belly. Ray watched with a fond smile as his brother reached out tenderly to touch her belly.

"Here." She dragged his hand to the right side of her belly, where he felt a small kick. "Oh wow." He chuckled at the feeling, melting when the baby did it again. "She's very active, especially whenever Ray reads to us, or plays his trumpet. She seems to really like jazz just like her father." (Y/n) mused with a fond smile, looking to Ray who offered her a quick wink. "She's gonna be a handful." Raymond teased playfully, chuckling when the baby kicked again. "Just like her daddy." Ray cut in, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Don't I know it." (Y/n) mused. "I'm really happy for you, you know?" Raymond looked up to her, still holding her belly. "It's just... This was a lot to take in, and a little weird to me." He added, his words making (Y/n) nod in understanding. "You know Ray cried when I told him I was pregnant." She mused, smirking when Ray audibly groaned. "Really?" Raymond chuckled in disbelief. "Yep. Fell to his knees and buried his face into my still flat belly, muttering all sorts of nonsense and praise." She smiled at the memory, and Ray only shrugged when his brother looked at him. "He's going to be a great father." She added absentmindedly, making Rays heart melt. "Yeah I'm sure he will be." Raymond agreed as he removed his hands from her belly, smiling softly up at her, his sincere words making tears prick in her eyes. "Thank you." Ray muttered softly to his brother, beyond proud to hear him say that.

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*Hope you enjoyed this fluff piece. 🥰

@mandowifey @wayward-persephone tagging you both because I read your guys work all the time, your like a comfort writer for me, and thought you two might enjoy this story.

[wayward-persephone]

For any of the ethan boys:

Casual fingering. Just laying down next to one another, just watching a movie or one of you is reading a book…and he reaches over ands lips his big hand under your panties and just starts lazily fingering you without a care in the world.

Ooohh I love that idea 🥵

I'm gonna talk about Ray Harris because I can just see him doing this 😏

He would be a PRO at casual fingering you.

He would absolutely do this in public too, but would prefer the comfort of being in your own home curled up together just relaxing.

He would slip his large dexterous fingers past your panties and into your cunt before you even knew what he was doing. Playing with your clit almost absentmindedly if you are watching tv together or pressing sweet kisses against your shoulder as you grumble from being disturbed from your nap. Either way he moves his fingers lazily and at a pace that soon leaves you whimpering and arching against him, but he just hums and shushes you gently. Playing with your dripping pussy and swollen clit as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

By the time he gets his fingers inside you, you are sobbing in pleasure as he purrs sweet nonsense in your ear, and he eventually takes mercy on you and let's you ride his fingers until you come wailing his name. Then he keeps his fingers pressed against you until he decides that he wants to play again.

[peachie-ghoul]

Wanted to post the drawing i did based off of @mandowifey ‘s fic on its own, so here!

[purplelupins]

To my lovely followers who like Ethan Hawke! I wanted to do a shout out to three of my good friends who also write for his characters- please check them out, they are so talented.

@wayward-persephone - she does content for a plethora of Ethan Characters as well as some slashers on her main blog @lovely-cryptid

@mandowifey- For the love of god if you like Ray Harris go read her (so far) two part series about him…but grab an extra pair of panties. She has other Ethan content as well🤍

@dancingisdangerouss - last but NOT least…Penny. If you are looking for a depraved but deeply talented long fic writer…look no further. She has her work on Ao3, but you can navigate through her blog!

I shouldnt have to say this but please be respectful and kind to these writers and to any writer you come across on here…they are people and have lives so please don’t hound them for new content🤍

Much love!!!

-Nora

[ethanhoewke]

y'all if you know any site i can download Raymond and Ray from please let me know🙏🏼

i tried torrents but it's not working

[c0ffinshit]

Snap Out of It (Ray Harris x Reader) PART TWO

Part One

A/N: hey yall! i know, i know im back. woohoo! love and kisses to all who have been so supportive and patient with this release. xx <3

word count: 2,000

warnings: car oral sex (male), reader is turned on by ray’s crying (for some reasons), love confession, comfort fic

We got in the car. Ray starts up the auto and then shifts to look at me. That moment; still replaying in my head.

He looks at the cold ground for a second, "I want to know you now (Y/N). You’re still as smart and as funny as I remember you being. I never gave up on you; I just got scared."

"(Y/N)?" I hear him ask, "so… have you given it any thought? Do you still want me to take you home?-"

"No." I interject, "there will be no need for that."

The car quietly hums. We both think for a moment, trying to avoid talking about how much we still treasured each other.

"We could go to the gas station. Get some snacks if you want, maybe a few drinks."

It felt like I didn’t know how to behave like I was acting like a child. Tears streamed down my face. I quickly wipe them away, hoping Ray doesn’t notice. He puts the car into reverse and starts to back out. The once clear skies turned to clouds, and rain slowly began coming down. It sprinkled as Ray started back on the road. After a while, tears started coming down my face again. I tried my hardest to wipe them off, but once they had started, it seemed like there were no signs of stopping. Ray pulled into a space in front of a local gas station, pulling the car back into park. As Ray unbuckled his seatbelt, his face turned to see mine. His eyes somehow glimmered as he slowly opened his car door. Ray noticed me crying, but he didn’t say anything. Ray walked over to my side and opened the door.

"Princess..." he grabs my chin softly, noticing my now-uncontrollable tears. "My girl, c'mon. Let’s get a soda and a snack to make you feel better."

He lets go of my chin and grabs my hand. I nod my head; as I unbuckle my seatbelt. We walk inside, hand and hand. He leads to the snacks and holds anything he can see fit into his unoccupied hand. I tug on his hand, his eyes looking over to me for a second and back to the snacks.

"Do you want a drink?" Ray mumbles, finally grabbing a small container of mints.

I nod my head, still too afraid to say anything. My thoughts feel like they leak out of my head and onto the floor. Ray tugs my hand and leads me to the drinks. Once again, I feel so immature and childish. I’m being dragged around a gas station by a man the same age as me. I quickly take something and start leading him to the counter, but he stops.

"Are you sure you want iced coffee? It's getting close to two in the afternoon." Ray warns. But I don’t care.

"I already feel embarrassed being here, so let’s just get in the car." I snap quietly, letting go of his hand.

The gas station floors feel as if my shoes are sticking to them. The place smells of old bubblegum and long-expired bread. You could hardly blame me for wanting to leave. My tears were still brimming in my eyes, slowly falling down to my chin and onto my neck. My face was soaking wet from all the tears, and my head hurt from trying not to cry. Ray nods and walks me over to the cashier, greeting her with a smile. While I go in to pay for my fruit snacks and iced coffee, he moves my hand back to my side. He pays, and we move back to the car. I felt so insecure in my feelings. I shouldn’t be acting like this, especially at my age. As I entered the car again, I started to sob. I couldn’t let my tears stay inside any longer.

Ray pats my shoulder. "Look (Y/N), I’m sorry for dumping that on you, especially now. You don’t deserve that. I want you to be in my life, I don’t care how you are, but I just want you to be. I know I don’t text or call very often anymore."

He paused for a moment, looking at my tear-streamed face.

"But I want you in my life. You are all I’ve thought about since I first laid eyes on you. I remember you’d tell me how jealous you were of your friends for getting routine, non-kleptomaniac boyfriends and girlfriends.  And I remember thinking that I was really in love with you, that I was too deep. (Y/N)..."

My thoughts were spiraling out of control at this point. I couldn’t even see through my eyes since they were so blurred. Ray moves his hand to my back, rubbing it gently.

"I-I’m-I-I am so sorry, so sorry. I was immature about that. Like I’m being now." I said, wiping my now irritated eyes.

I wanted to thank him for everything he had given me, but no amount of words I could write or say couldn’t put it in the way I wanted. I loved him, and he hurt me all at the same time. All of the lying and cheating still felt so wrong.

Ray, trying to suppress his tears, leaned into me. His hair felt soft as he rested his head on my shoulder. I could faintly hear sniffling as he tried to comfort me in my time of need. "It's accurate. Since we first started talking, I have been in love with you. You’re a sensitive girl, but you’re a sensitive girl who is only that way because she doesn’t want to hurt the ones she loves. You’re not being immature then or now. You are my girl, dammnit."

I whimper softly, pulling him in for our second hug that day.

"I’m sorry," I whisper again.

"I forgive you." Ray says, his arms suddenly tightening around me.

Suddenly, I am overtaken by an urge. I didn’t know at the time the exact feeling, but I would’ve probably described it as a Freudian feeling. My hands slide down Ray’s back as I gently kiss his face, my tears still wet on my face. My arms wanted to hold him, to treat him in a way I have never treated a man since.

"What are you doing?" He whispers in my ear.

That sad feeling has now long left my body. It felt like more kin to lust; I couldn’t lie to myself. Ray was so incredibly sexy being emotionally vulnerable like that. So the tears added the extra kick to send me on my way to pound-town.

"I’m not doing anything," I giggle softly, tugging at his button-down shirt.

"(Y/N)... this is a totally mood change, you know." Ray gives me a slightly puzzled look.

I let go of his body and gave him a look that said: oh, I know, Ray.

He must have known what I was up to as I started to feel his hands on my lower back.

"We can’t do this in public. People might start to think things about our relationship." Ray said, using his stern fatherly voice.

"I don’t care about that, Ray. I want you; right here and right now."

I was technically being truthful when I said that. I really didn’t care. But I didn’t care because I knew this would be a one-time thing, my feelings for Ray disappearing once it was over. If it happened once, it could happen again. Ray lets go of my body, his pupils flexing as he finally gazes at me again. It seemed we both had the same thought as I got out of the front seat and closed my door. Ray opened the door to the back, and I crawled into the back. Ray quickly followed; I turned on the radio. This beautiful-sounding woman beings to sing softly:

  All the pretty stars shine for you, my love. Am I the girl that you dream of? All those little times you said that I'm your girl. You make me feel like your whole world.

Her voice made my heart flutter a little. Ray pulls me in his lap and rubs my slides.

"Am I the girl you dream of?" I asked, starting my work on his neck. I gently kiss around his jaw and along the sides of his neck. Ray whines against me, pushing his hips into me.

As I kiss his neck, I’m suddenly reminded of our first time. All of the short giggles and awkward glazes. My thoughts filled with the ‘sorry, I’m new to this’ and his gently moaning as he got closer and closer to coming. I had lived through this moment before. There’s a word for that… but I can’t remember what. As I moved to the other side of his neck. My ear tuned to hear the woman over the radio again.

All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don't mean shit compared to all your drugs. But I don't really mind. I've got much more than that. Like my memories, I don't need that.

"Yes-fuck- you are the girl I dream of. Holy shit, I have been wanting this for years. Please use that wonderful mouth of yours." He whimpers out.

He’s still the same boy from high school. The same boy who begged me to go out to the movies and give him a handjob in the back of the theater, discreetly, Ray would emphasize. The boy also begged me for the English notes because he fell asleep during class, which I finally agreed to give once he promised he wouldn’t do it again. Ray hadn’t changed, but I didn’t care.

My legs move lower as I get on my knees. Ray appears to have this dazed look on his face like he’d been admiring me so long that he basically became high. I feel up his thighs and debate whether I should be doing this. Yes, I was overcome by an uncurable lust, but was this something I dream about at night? Was Ray the boy I dream about at night?

Those thoughts quickly disappeared as I unbuckled Ray’s genuine leather belt. Didn’t I know better? I can’t think when his dick is in my mouth, back and forth like that.

Ray leaned his head back, letting out a low groan. He looked so sexy. His whines would quickly turn into moans and whimpers. His shirt stuck against his skin as I let his cock fuck my throat. My heart was racing. I couldn’t understand why. Well, I did, but I didn’t know if I wanted to even what I was feeling. The woman’s voice rang out:

Don't say you need me when You leave. And you leave again I'm stronger than all my men Except for you Don't say you need me if You know that you're leaving I can't do it. I can't do it But you do it well

She sounded so beautiful, and when parted with Ray’s soft pleases, it felt like I would have an orgasm just from hearing her voice and his whines.

"God." Ray cries out, "I’m going to come!"

I look up at him, my eyes glimmering at his. Ray’s stern brown eyes turned soft as he looked at me. His eyes rolled back as I continued to work at his cock. It felt good to make him feel good. His hot cum finally filled my throat as he grabbed my head and gently fucks it.

"You are so fucking good, even after all these years," Ray said, pushing my head off his cock.

He pulled me into a hug once I finally help myself up. A feeling of relaxation came over me and apparently my face. My eyes fluttered as Ray whispered how great I did and how proud he was of me. My eyes finally closed as that woman sang:

'Cause I'm pretty when I cry, I'm pretty when I cry.

[movie-titlecards]

Dancing Pirate (1936)

My rating: 4/10

The plot is fluffy nonsense, which would be completely fine if the song and dance stuff were any good - unfortunately, it is not really; it seems like they genuinely just had Collins improvise a lot of it, so it looks rather haphazard and disjointed.

[fawnontheweb]

“ Who’s the main character in your DR? “

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Clash of the Titans (1981)

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time Ch 2

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader Chapter three

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Oral (M and F receiving), Fingering, Dark vibes, age gap, (1) use of the word daddy, mentions of fears, ominous undertones, very light bondage, creampie, doggy style, rough sex, pregnancy mentions.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to make a chapter two, so I took some liberties. Please note this is technically an AU, since the movie doesn't show us what happens with Ray afterward. I'm trying something new here. I hope everyone likes it!

x X x X

The ride to Ray’s place was filled with some light fondling and heated kisses at red lights. He simply could not keep himself away from you. Your youth and your beauty, every aspect called to him. It hadn’t taken long to become fully intoxicated off you. His place was only twenty minutes away, but he drove slow with the intent of dragging out the luxurious sensation of your mouth on him. Not since his youth was Ray able to recover so quickly, something about you had him on fire.

Some women were not keen on taking care of men while they drove. Many times, he’d popped the question only to get an offended look afterwards, as though the request itself was completely outlandish. However, Ray didn’t even have to ask you. Twenty feet from the bar with his blinker on, you had leaned over and started opening his belt with a laugh that made his cock hard. He’d jokingly asked you what you were doing and you had said; ‘Eyes on the road, Mister.’ Before Ray had time to open his mouth, you had encompassed his tip between your lips and took off.

Fingers curled into your hair, blunt nails dug against your scalp and burned as he let out a hollow groan. Your mouth swallowed him to his base eagerly, sucking and lapping as though you were starved. In a way, you were. You craved him much like he craved you. Which was why you worked his cock like your life depended on it. Ray reels with the sensations and cannot do much but cant his hips into your warmth.

This wasn’t something you did often.

In fact, you couldn’t recall doing it at all. Something about Ray called to you and stoked a fire in your spirit. There was a pressing urge to impress him and get his approval. You desperately felt the need to make him like you.

Each suck, lick and drag of your lips along his girth pulled a groan out of him. Your head tilted and watched as Ray struggled to keep his focus on the road. It was killing him not to pull over and fuck your throat raw. You felt pressure on your skull, and he pushed you down to bury his dick down your throat. Willingly obliging, you focus on your breathing to try and allow him to sink all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, fuck you’re so fucking perfect.” Each word sounding more breathless than the last.

Taking his praise as a good sign, you rumble and bounce your head along him quickly. The tip of his length brushed down your throat and caused you to gag, which only served to rile the older man further. You could hear him sigh out a ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’ following your gagging. You could taste the salt of his pre cum dribbling across your tongue. His cock was throbbing in your mouth and you knew he was close.

Focusing on the road was becoming too difficult. Every time he tried to ground himself on the lines or the lights, your mouth completely undid him. His chest heaved and he wet his lips, struggling as he bucked down your throat. Ray could feel himself falling apart, chasing that desperate release. He wanted to cum in this young woman’s mouth more than he wanted to breathe.

“S-such a good girl, f-fuck. Fuck -ghn you wanna s-swallow my cum bad, don’t you?”

A tremor rocked you to your core, warmth pooled in your stomach and soaked your heat. It took every ounce of your own strength not to pull him out of your mouth and climb onto his lap. You had one mission now and had to focus – though that did not stop you from sliding your hand under your stomach and up your skirt. Your fingers pushing and rubbing over your dripping panties, which were soiled by the mix of fluids from your earlier rendezvous in the bathroom.

The sound of you whimpering around his fat cock made him give a boyish groan. His stomach knotted, his chest heaved and he stammered out encouraging words. ‘Good girl’, ‘Don’t stop’, ‘Here it comes’, ‘Fuck’. Ray nearly slammed the gas peddle as he rocked his hips up while pulling your head down. You had lost focus and resolve with touching yourself, your mind only concerned about Ray. You were able to feel the throbbing of his massive cock in your mouth as he came.

Hot ropes of cum spilled down your throat, his grasp locking you in place so the only thing you could do was swallow. You wouldn’t dare waste a drop of his seed, not like Ray would allow for that. Your eyes closed as the muscles in your throat bobbed and constricted, drinking down every spurt he gave.

He was impressed.

Ray was swimming, his eyes unfocused and breath shuddering at the wash of relief. “S-shit, shit.” He murmured, having to recover quickly to regain control of the vehicle. Both of you were considerably lucky the roads were quiet this time of evening, he’d drifted across the lines a few times now. Righting the car in the correct lane, he glanced in the rear-view to make sure you weren’t being pulled over.

A hand caressed through your soft tresses, encouraging you to pull off. With a cocky drag of your lips and a noisy ‘pop’, you sat back in your seat and giggled with a flash of teeth. Ray held the wheel in one hand and tucked his dick away with the other.

“God damn kid, you’re something.”

You smile, eyes twinkling at the praise. The next words come easy;

“I’m glad you liked it, daddy.”

A shiver of taboo delight rattled down Harris’ spine. It was a silent nod to your age gap and quite possibly experience difference as well. Ray wasn’t a novice, and he had years, quite possibly decades on you. The idea of being an older man in your life, teaching you and ruining you… it made his cock twitch again.

“You like fucking old men?” He remarked, beryl eyes hazy from orgasm as he stared at the road.

You laughed.

“Only the cute ones.”

Something burned in Ray’s face and his heart throbbed. Women hit on him so often he tended to ignore it. Typically, he saw it as shallow attempts to garner his favor. But you already had his attention, so why bother with compliments now? It implied sincerity, which was strange to him. Why would a girl like you ever bother with him? Still, he knuckled the steering wheel and fought back the urge to smirk at your remark.

“So you live in a place out in the woods, no neighbors, no pets…” Your seat-belt clicked as you got comfortable. “If you were a serial killer I would reckon you’d have gone for a drunk girl, makes it easier to dupe me.” Your finger taps your chin.

That made him look. The sudden statement and nonchalant manner in which you spoke about it was startling. Maybe a different mam would’ve been offended, but not Ray. He had a calm smirk resting on his otherwise neutral face.

“Christ, that’s a little fucking morbid.”

Laughing, Ray felt himself grin and stole a glance at you before he kept going.

“You didn’t need duping. One taste of me had you hooked. I didn’t even have to ask twice to get you in my car.” He smirked as his right hand rested on your knee. “Yes Ray, I’d love to tag along with you!” His voice raised an octave and adopted a mock-feminine tone.

“Well shit! Guess I didn’t think about that. I’m an easy victim then huh?” At the touch, your body warms and legs part for him. His hand felt huge and warm against your yielding flesh.

Ray chuckled again, sliding his palm along your thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between your legs and wondered just how much of his cum you’d already leaked. He hears you sigh softly as he cups over your pussy, his hand against your covered warmth. The wet spot was practically a puddle now from a combination of your fluids. His cock twitched again with sick pride.

“And now that I have you where I want you, kiddo, I gotta decide what I wanna do with you.”

You mewl as he rubs languidly over your cunt and can’t help but give soft bucks against his hand. Your clit was swollen, aching to feel him again. Sucking him off had you so turned on it nearly hurt, and this playful back and forth stoked your darkest fantasies.

“Hah…” You attempted to laugh but only hot air could escape your mouth. While Ray had made you cum only a short while before, you were rearing and ready for more. There was a building tension in your abdomen that grew and coiled up your vertebrae as his heel struck exactly where you needed it most. While you tried to remain steadfast and resist him, your body betrayed you. Whimpers pushed deep from your diaphragm, nearly choking you as you cant into his smoothing hand.

“What was that, princess?” Ray was feeling cocky now.

His hand pressed expertly over your weeping pussy, pushing harder against your underwear as you messily bucked up against him, chasing the friction. He found the undone, messy sight of you pleasing.

“Where’d all that sass go, hmm?” He flicked on the blinker and turned left onto a dirt path. Up ahead, a dark cabin styled home with only a porch light sat waiting. It was almost textbook; A dark house in the woods. No neighbors to hear when the screaming starts. But you weren’t thinking of that, self preservation was the furthest thought on your mind.

You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to stop yourself, but you cannot suppress the whimper that rattles your throat. Ray stole a look and chuckled. “Poor thing.” His hand palmed you harder, occasionally dragging up to press two digits against your crease and fondle your poor, neglected clit. Even with underwear in his way, the touch had you mewling for him.

“R-ray-“you gasp, chest heaving as you twitch and rut your hips.

The car rumbled to a stop and you nearly sobbed as his hand withdrew to put the car in park. Ray looked over to take you in; legs spread, dress up your hips and your eyes lidded with a flushed face that looked very fuckable. His tongue pushes against his teeth as he sucks a breath.

“Think you can make it in the house?”

There could not have been a bigger shit-eating grin on his face, charmingly displaying his uneven teeth.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to slap him or kiss him.

“If you do not make me cum right now you will be the one not making it into the house.” It sounded more threatening in your head, but the desperation had you whimpering each word.

Ray unbuckled himself with a snort and climbed out. The slam of his door made you jerk and start to close your legs. Suddenly you were worried that you may have said the wrong thing and offended the older man. Perhaps-

Your door swung open.

Jumping, you started to apologize as Ray reached over you to unbuckle your belt. “Look if that was- “

His hands grabbed your legs and you were turned sideways in the car seat. Gasping, you can only watch as he slots his upper body between your legs and kisses your navel. Large palms find the back of your knees and you felt air leaving your lungs as he pushes them up towards your chest. You could feel the fabric of your underwear tug to the side. The cold night air against your burning pussy made you whimper. You felt exposed, vulnerable. He had you where he wanted you, and there would be no fighting him off.

“Such a fucking mess.”

His voice was like thunder, you had a hand behind you on the seat to keep you upright as the older man folded you and made his way down to your needy cunt. You couldn’t do much but watch as those azure eyes stole a glance up at you before he kissed the peak of your crease. His cool lips against your heat made you pule pitifully. He was torturing you.

“You like that, Y/N? Such a needy little brat, letting an old fuck like me eat your pussy.”

Ray was in the moment. He didn’t care that he was old, but he did care that he was twice your age and old enough to be a friend of your father’s. It gave him a sense of dominion and authority over you, you belonged to him now and he’d make sure you remembered your place.

Fog clouded your thoughts when he spoke like that. It was a sick but delightful truth; you liked it. Before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you shriek at the feeling of a hot, flat tongue gliding up your folds. You could hear him chuckle into you, the faint vibrations making you twitch and keen. Ray applies more pressure to your legs, your knees now inches away from your chest. Air became tight, heat spread over your face and suddenly the world was spinning.

The man ate you like he was starved.

His lips sucked obscenely loud against your cunt, his tongue fucking into your tight hole before it swept over the swollen bud hidden in your crease. You were helpless, crying out and near sobbing at how relentless Ray touched you. The rubbing earlier had you close and now you feared you were already edging over.

Ray must have sensed it; his lips sucked around your clit and pulled another salacious cry from your throat. Your thighs trembled, your mouth agape as you heaved shallow breaths, attempting to hold on.

Then he stopped.

It felt purely cruel especially with your release being right there.

“Awh, we’re you gonna cum, princess?”

He was mocking you – the smug bastard.

“Y-you f-fucking- “

His tongue pushes your clit so hard and so suddenly the words die on your tongue.

“You wanna cum all over this old man’s mouth?”

You simply could not respond. Hearing him laugh again made you blush, you swore to yourself you’d remember this moment for later.

Ray was satisfied that he’d rendered you wordless. You were putty in his hands, poor thing. There was a deep pride in seeing your young, leaking cunt so desperate and wanting for him, because he and he alone had done this to you. Reveling in the moment, Ray smiled and leaned to kiss the soft flesh of your trembling thigh. Maybe you had learned your lesson; to watch your fucking tone.

Sucking your clit into his lips, he began to push his tongue in rhythmic taps against the hooded bud as a hand left your leg. You mewl and cry out at the prod of his thick fingers. Two digits slip inside of you with little resistance and he groans around you at the hot squeeze of your needy cunt. His fingers felt huge inside of you, stretching you tight opening effortlessly. Fucking them knuckle deep, Ray curled his digits and began to feverishly pump them into you, while maintaining a strong suction around your engorged button.

The stimulation all became too much. Your body was falling apart, a wave of pure bliss washes through you and makes you see white. A wailing cry bursts from deep within you and your hips buck off the seat, hungrily rocking yourself against his mouth and fingers as your walls clamp down around him. Your clit throbs, your body leaks, and his digits withdraw so he could hungrily lap at you through your release. Little lights dance behind your eyelids as your body quivers with its orgasm. Aware now that he was drinking from you, you bring a hand to grip at his head and gasp for air.

“Fucking hell- “You began, then realize he was still sucking your clit. “R-ray! T-too much!”

Ray gave a few more kitten licks before pushing his head and kissing over your mound and up your stomach. The tickle of his facial hair brought you to giggle and squirm, your soft hands grabbing at his face. Lifting your own head, you meet his eyes and the both of you smile at each other. He looked drunk, and since he hadn’t drunk anything at the bar, you knew he was intoxicated off you. Gently, you wipe your fluids off his mouth with the back of your hand, causing Ray to chuckle and press kisses at your skin.

“Ready to meet your fate?” He pulled off of you and took your hand to help sit you up.

“Oh no, please don’t hurt me Mr. Killer, I’m a good girl, I promise.”

You both laugh.

With a shove, you land on your feet outside of the truck and take a moment to fix your underwear and dress. You realize now that your legs were weak and boneless like jelly. Ray must have noticed the wobbly knees because he wore a prideful smirk.

“Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, princess.”

The house was charming. You weren’t expecting much from a single, older man so as long as there wasn’t BDSM gear on the walls you were fairly pleased. A quick look around told you a lot about Ray; modern, laid back with minimum interest in decorating or hobbies. It was a simple home that you figured he had lived in for some time.

Ray closed the door behind you and took his jacket off before tossing it onto the back of a chair.

“Coffee? Soda?” He brushed your arm as he walked to the kitchen.

The man may have been old enough to have fathered you, but he had an impressively healthy build. Broad shoulders with strong, lightly toned biceps - arms of a hard worker, you thought. His pectorals were prominent and his midsection thick, with some paunch to his stomach that you found irresistible. Now was the first time you noticed his tattoos. A smirk tugs your lips as you approach the island and lean against it.

“Coffee works.”

He was stalling, he’d offer you food if he had anything readily available in the fridge. Ray was aware your eyes were on his back and he made an effort not to turn and look. The man had women over before, but not women like you. It was utterly bizarre to him that you’d give him the time of day – or in your case,  night. That still didn’t change the fact his body was no longer young, and he needed time before he’d be able to show you why he really brought you here.

“Cozy place, doesn’t really give me any killer vibes, though.”

Putting the filter in, Ray chuckles as he turns the old device on. Most folks had the new fancy machines that needed pods or whatever to make your coffee, but he liked it the old fashioned way. The smell became stronger as the brewing began. Now that it was started, he turned and leaned back against the counter.

“Wait until you see my basement.”

You laugh again, feeling at ease with him. From a young age you were raised with the cautionary tales that mothers always imparted on their daughters; do not trust strangers, especially men. But you threw that caution to the side the minute you decided to get into that car with Ray, and now he had you here. Both of you pretending got your heart slamming; it was sort of hot. Or perhaps that was a fear response, sexualizing a very real trauma so you didn’t have to be afraid.

Who knows.

“Oh, you’re a basement kind of man? Let me guess, mattress, dirty walls…” You suck your teeth and pretend to think about it. “Freaky mask, anger issues?”

He smirks.

Ray took a step towards you and placed his hands down onto the island top, those cerulean eyes catching yours as he spread his fingers open and leaned his weight into his arms.

“You sound a little excited about that, is there something you wanna tell me, kid?”

Your breath catches as his expression intensifies. His brow settled low, casting his eyes in darkness, emphasizing the bags below them. The hollow shape of his cheeks were enunciated by the angle, while the corner of his mouth tugged to form a lopsided smirk. He likes it too.

Still, your cheeks redden, and you felt coy under Ray’s pointed stare. The tension between you both shattered at the sound of some generic ringtone blaring from his discarded jacket. Your eyes flutter and head turns towards the chair. Ray followed your look, feeling the break between you. Cursing under his breath, he walks towards his jacket and digs out his phone.

‘(4) MISSED CALLS’

“The fuck?”

Unlocking the screen, he makes a face at the sight of the four individual attempts his brother had made to contact him that evening. There were 20 messages in his inbox which he could only assume were from his anxious sibling trying to reach out to him. Ray remembered suddenly that he had promised to tell Raymond once he’d made it home.

Shit.

“Everything okay?” You walked around the island towards the coffee maker, going to pour your own cup while he was preoccupied.

Ray jerks a look in your direction before he typed on his phone. “Yeah, got to make a call. Mugs are in the cabinet to your left; milk n shit is in the fridge.” His words were hasty, as he pressed the phone to his ear and crossed the room to the front door, before he vanished outside.

Alone now, you allow your mind to wander.

What had been that look he gave you?

You open the fridge, finding the milk amongst old Chinese take out boxes and some fruit that looked a little worse for wear. You check the date before pouring some into your coffee. You’re really here, in this man’s home. He’s a stranger, what if-

No.

You refused to allow your thoughts to go down that path.

 Ray was forth coming and not some estranged weirdo picking up girls off the highway. No, just taking girls from bars. You frown. I approached him, he asked me if I wanted to go with him, not the other way around and – I said yes. Like an idiot. Putting a cap on the milk and returning it to the fridge, you search for sugar next.

As your mother had taught you, you went through a mental checklist and realized just how screwed you were. No one knew you were there; no one knew you went to that bar. If you didn’t turn up back home, not a single soul would realize until weeks later. You weren’t the most popular woman on Earth, you had a few online friends who might realize you hadn’t been around in a while – otherwise, you were fucked.

Dread was starting to pool in your stomach now, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. What if? Your lips press together and you realize you’re no longer thirsty. As you dump the coffee down the sink, you strain to listen to the muffled voice coming from outside. You were trying to find anything discernible. Unease made your chest tighten as you abandoned the empty mug and walk towards the front door.

Stop it.

You linger beside the door and listen.

“Why does it matter?”

A pause.

“I don’t have to answer to you, period. You know I’m home and you know I’m sober and alive. That’s all you need. Dad just died, remember? Not lookin’ for another one.”

It was someone who worried about him. He hadn’t mentioned family, in fact you realized now he hadn’t told you a single thing aside from his name and that he was sober – and now that his father had died. This was exactly what your mother warned you about.

You began to attempt to calm yourself by rationalizing. Maybe you were the one wrong, this older man hadn’t given you a single red flag yet and you had already over thought yourself into a mild panic. Ray had given you a choice after you were the one who approached him. There was no danger here, you both simply wanted the same thing; each other.

The door began to open and you lunge to the chair and sit, trying to act like you hadn’t been listening in. Ray steps inside and snaps the door closed so hard it makes you jump. Hearing the lock click into place, you became aware of your pounding heart.

“Was that your secret wife?” You jaunt, trying to lighten the mood.

His head turns to you, and he snorts. “Why? You jealous?”

Your eyes narrow and you can feel the nerves ebbing away as the handsome older man smiles at you. He must have known you were really worried, because he closed the distance between you both and leaned over you.

“It was my brother.”

Ray’s voice is like rumbling thunder deep inside his chest. You feel a familiar heat and graze your lip with your teeth. His mouth found yours, and he stole your breath away. Kissing him back, you flick your tongue against his mouth and he returns the gesture with a lick of his own. The two of you open your mouths, rolling your tongues together and panting in between. It was loud, the sounds of your smacking lips and sharp breaths brought goosebumps to your arms.

He kissed you like he needed you. His mouth hungrily swallowing yours in frantic, desperate movements, hardly giving you any time to breathe. You returned what you could, kissing him feverishly and whimpering into his mouth. All those fears and concerns from earlier felt so silly now. Ray was a good soul; you could feel it.

“You didn’t drink your coffee?”

Eyes fluttering open, you meet Ray’s curious look with your own confused one.

“Huh?”

“I can’t taste it on you.” He smirks, then pecks your lips.

Your cheeks burn pink, and you feel knocked stupid. It never occurred to you that it was strange he asked that, or why he’d check to begin with. You simply laugh and lean to try and kiss him again, which he obliges and presses your mouths together in one long, wet smack.

“Decided I didn’t need it. I have too much energy of my own right now.” Your voice was playful, flirty. There was a blushing girlishness bubbling inside of you. Something about Ray just appealed to you on so many different levels. There was a deep mystery about him, those eyes of his had seen things, maybe his hands had even done unspeakable things. You shiver, feeling yourself grow warm.

“What a waste.” He sighs remorsefully, then presses a kiss to your forehead.

A giggle pulls from your throat and your eyes relax shut. There was a warm, encompassing feeling of being safe here with him. He exuded a type of disarming calm and charm that had you fully entranced. You feel him shift away and your eyes open again, watching as Ray walked back to the kitchen. Quick onto your feet, you follow.

“So, you fuck me in a bathroom and bring me back here to…?” There was an almost desperate need to know. He’d eaten you out in his truck, but the moment you get inside he offers you coffee?

Ray looks down at you and smiles in a way that pulls your heart to a stop.

“To have you all to myself.”

Smiling back at him, you tilt your head and lean against the island.

“Because I’m so irresistible, right?” You both laugh.

“But seriously, why haven’t you taken me into your bedroom?”

Picking up on your disappointment, Ray moved close to you and took your arm. His strong hand clasped near your elbow in a grip that was surprisingly strong. You gasp, then laugh as you realize he’s dragging you down the hall. As you pass by a door near the kitchen, you grin.

That must be the basement, you think with amusement.

“So impatient. Don’t you know old men need time to recover?” His boot connects with the bedroom door and he turns to grab you around the hips, drawing out a surprised squeal from you.

“S-sorry Ray, you’re just so-“

He takes you off your feet.

With an impressive show of strength, you were thrown into the messy bed on your back. Bouncing from impact, you erupt with excited giggles. Ray looked down at you like a predator who finally cornered his prey. His pupils were nearly covering his irises now, the shadows under them making them look nearly black.

“Take your dress off.” One hand moves to open his belt and rip it out of the loops.

The visual of it alone makes your already sopping cunt clench around nothing. Quickly, you shift on the bed and do away with your dress and shoes. Without needing to be asked, you take off your bra and toss it to the floor in a pile, leaving you bare aside from your ruined panties. Ray breathes in, his fingers working to unbutton his pants. You can see now the straining outline of his cock trapped within.

“Roll over.”

Taken aback from the intense demand, you look up at Ray as he steps closer to the bed. A burning heat covers your cheeks and you roll onto your stomach before drawing your knees up and apart to present yourself to him. You can feel his eyes all over you, especially between your legs. Your face pushes into your arms and you give a soft whine, suddenly quite shy.

A hand touches your back and smoothed along your spine to your ass, making you purr. His fingers curl into the waist of your underwear and he tugs them down just enough to expose your dripping heat. Ray uses both thumbs to spread you wide, displaying your tight, needy opening to him. You whimper and squirm under his stare, embarrassed to the core knowing he was looking directly into you.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Pulled from your shy haze, you shift your body obediently and bring your arms behind you. You weren’t thinking clearly, the haze of lust had you acting compliant and stupid. This new position forced you to lean forward into the mattress and balance on your head and shoulders. You feel something cold wrapping around your wrists and realize quickly that he’s tying your hands together with his belt, rendering you at his mercy.

“Good girl.”

Satisfied with his work, Ray leaned back and admired you. Such a helpless, beautiful girl. So willing to trust a stranger and follow him home. There were things he wanted to do to you that frightened him. Some unopened, tucked away compartment of his mind had come loose during that funeral and the time proceeding. Ray found it difficult to discern what he really felt and what oozed out of that dark place inside of him. But seeing you, tied up and bare for him tugged at the chain of his self restraint.

You squirm and whine, the silence and lack of touching unnerved you. What could he possibly be thinking about?

“Ray?”

Pulled from his thoughts, Ray stepped out of his boots and climbed onto the bed behind you. His pants pooled down his thighs as he grabbed your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. His teeth score his lip as he slid against your heat, striking your clit and making you whimper. You mumble another plea and he nudged the blunt tip of his cock against your opening.

With you so wet, sliding inside took little effort. Your hot walls encompassed him, sucking him relentlessly to draw him further in. You groan, able to feel the burning stretch as he pushed deeper. Then he snapped his hips to yours, stuffing you full so abruptly it made you shriek and jerk forward. This time was different, you both were able to indulge in being loud, messy, sloppy.

Behind you, a low groan escapes his throat. The sound sending a shiver down your spine, making your walls twitch around him. Ray stills, and you whimper. Was he trying to torture you? You feel a hand curl into the belt around your wrists, before he starts fucking you at a punishing pace.

The slap of your bodies is obscene. You cry out unabashedly as Ray thrusts within you almost expertly. The drive of his cock going straight through your gummy walls and against the puckered hole at your end makes you sob and choke. You’re so full of him you can hardly think straight. Ray is focused, using his grip on your binds to help tear you backwards to meet his thrusts. His blue eyes are cast downward, watching as the fat girth of his cock stuffs and stretches you brutally.

“Such a good- grunt -girl. Look at you. Like you were ghh, fuck made for me.”

Your face burns, and you cry out for him. At this rate, you aren’t going to last, and he knows it. Suddenly, you feel his soft stomach on your lower back as he leans over you. A hand comes into your view, Ray was bracing himself against the mattress. The tighter position let you feel him, all of him. Sweat beaded on your skin as Ray rocks within you, his own noises deep and loud. He’s mumbling praises, telling you how good you are.

With a particularly focused thrust, Ray slams inside your cunt with a ferocity that had spots behind your eyes. The world went hot and you were ascending again. A scream chokes out of you, hardly able to fill your lungs from how hard he bore down on you. Your walls clench, tremble and flutter around his cock, squeezing and milking him desperately. Ray could feel you tense, your garbled cry and cum covering his cock nudged him over.

Bucking firmly and growling, Ray lets his weight fall nearly fully onto you. Another groan escaped his lips as he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your warmth, coating your innards in spurts. You gasp for air, feeling his spill settling deep inside of you. His hips pin you in place, making you feel stuffed to capacity and more.

“R-ray I can’t- “

The weight lifts off you and he moves. Without pulling out, Ray unties your arms and adjusts you both so you’re laying side by side in his arms. Now able to breathe, you close your eyes and smile, leaning back into his grip. Even with his cock softening inside of you, you feel full.

There was more you wanted to say. You wanted to know about a shower, maybe even a ride home. It wasn’t safe to spend the night in a stranger’s house, you knew better. But the amount of sex between the bar and now had you exhausted and spent. No force on Earth could convince you to try and get out of bed. Not with those strong arms around you and that limp cock nestled in your core with his soft panting into your hair.

You don’t worry about a thing at all, and you drift asleep effortlessly against him. Ray watches you fade away, breathing in your scent and petting your stomach – he was thinking about his cum inside you, hoping for his seed to quicken. It was a sick desire, but a child would tie you to him forever. He presses kisses to your hair, his beryl eyes closing as you fell asleep.

So trusting, he thinks, finding himself relaxing further now that you were out.

So naïve.

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Currently chipping away at a story with Raymond and Ray. (Ray X Reader) without having seen the movie lol. Anyways I think y'all might like this one, I know I do so far! Just felt like sharing this with ya.

I've been obsessing over Ethan Hawkes characters lately, so I'm definitely gonna write more in time. (Feel free to send me ideas.)

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My mouth is actually watering at the thought of autumn rn. 🍁🍂🎃

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Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders, Debbie Harry of Blondie, Viv Albertine of The Slits, Poly Styrene of X-Ray Spex, Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie And The Banshees and Pauline Black of The Selecter in London, 1980.