#Ray Marcus

[nyxvuxoa]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Ray Marcus ⤷ Nocturnal Animals | dir. Tom Ford

[voxmortuus]

idk if you’ve ever seen death proof by quentin tarantino but in the movie three girls are basically going a on road trip to a lake house and they run into this guy who’s basically been stalking them and he ends up killing then with his car. i was wondering if you could write something like that with ray marcus. but instead of him killing them with his car (or at all) you could maybe do something else.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Nocturnal Animals ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 1.4k ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Speeding Cars | Scared Reader | Swearing | Angry sex | Unprotected P-in-V | Dub-Con? | Mention of Creampie | Rough sex | Sex on the hood of Ray's Car | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I'm glad I know you and your likes! ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TAGLIST FOR R.M.: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @f4irylid @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

It was like every other night, you leave your job, and you just drive. You enjoyed the roads at night, they were clear, they were empty, there was no one out to get in your way, just you and the open road. But tonight, there was something different, as you kinda speed down the road you decide to take a different turn. Wanting to take the longer way around, a car pulls out turning on their lights, keeping his high beams on, it's kind of blinding in your rearview mirror.

You squint a moment and then you move your mirror enough so it's not too troubling. You speed up a bit, but he starts riding your rear end.

"Fuck man, get any closer and you'll need to buy me dinner and pull my hair." you scoff.

As you keep driving you put a little more distance. Checking your mirror, you realize that he's backed off a bit. Letting out a breath you turn your music up, your thumbs strum against the wheel and you begin to sing along. You forget about the driver behind you while you enjoy the empty road.

You had a moment to enjoy the road again, your guard going back down as you press your foot into the pedal a little more. But it wasn't much longer till the highbeams were back to feeling like they were inches away from your vehicle, shining brightly in your rearview mirror. You go to speed up a bit, wanting to put some distance, but your car jerks with another tap at your bumper.

"What the fuck?" You state to yourself as you proceed to speed up again trying to get out of the reach in a matter of a way.

It was a raw moment of adrenaline as he speeds up on you again. You had no clue what was going to happen. One moment you're enjoying your drive, next thing you know you've got someone on your ass from what felt like nowhere. You slow down, maybe he'll speed around you, but no luck. Snarling you look back into your mirror before you motion for him to go around, but that doesn't work.

You try and speed up, but he bumps your car again. Out of instinct you reach your hand out the window and flip him off as you speed off. Okay, probably not the smartest move. Your heart begins to pound. You proceed to put the petal to the metal and try and zoom past so he's no longer behind you, but this straight road was going to possibly be the death of you. Your heart racing, your radio turned down, no cell service.

"FUCK!" you scream and begin to beat on your wheel. "Come on asshole! COME ON! Fuckin' try me!" you snarl.

Like a bat outta hell, he speeds up on you and he pulls up and pulls up enough to fishtail you causing your car to spin into the dirt. Your heart is pounding, your mind is racing, and you don't know whether to fight or freeze. It takes you a moment to respond as your call stalls from the spinning. You hear nothing but a high-pitched buzzing in your ears, unsure of what to think, what to say, and then it hits you, you have to fight.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream out of your slightly opened window.

Getting out of his car he moves to your slightly opened window and looks at you.

"You've ran into my car..." He states

"I ran into your car? Are you fuckin kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you snap.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" He asks.

At this point, you damn well know he's trying to get a rise out of you when he starts to chuckle. You get out of your car and you move to the front of his and you slam on his hood.

"What the fuck are you doin?" He askes you.

"What the fuck are you doin?!" you snap back.

He walks around to the front of his car and you go to run off but he grips the back of your neck and pulls you back to him and he snarls and points to the hood of his car.

"What the fuck was that?" He snarls.

"That?! That was fuckin mild compared to the shit you just pulled!" you go to slap him across the face but he catches your hand and throws it to the side so you shove him instead.

You watch him stumble back a bit but not enough time to get away. You attempt to slap him again.

"I fuckin swear to fuck girl, you go to hit me one more fuckin time..." he snarls.

"What? What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" you push.

"I will have no issue putting you in your fuckin place." He growls.

"Oh? How you gonna do that big boy?" You look over him and you present yourself as if you're going to attack.

He shakes his head. "Bitch I'll have you screaming for this whole desert to hear if you keep it going." He smirked.

"I fuckin dare you. Go ahead... try me." You press.

"You want to get fucked don't you? Girl, I fuck you, you'll be comin back for more."

"I fuckin said try me." you snarl you step forward and throw your hand across his face, making contact the sound of the slap echoed.

He grips your arm and shoves you against the hood of his car, bending you over and grips at your frame before he hikes your hips up and makes quick work of your clothes and grips at you before you realize it, he's shoved himself right between your legs and made himself quite comfortable with you.

You snarl, but fuckin hell, he's packing some serious heat in the below the cock department. Your jaw clenches as he starts to thrust into you with this heated fever. It was this rapid thrusting that caused you to gasp. Gripping the top of the hood of his car you snarl as he continues picking up his pace.

You close your eyes a moment, feeling this anger pulse through you, you jerk your hips back and start to fight but not in the way of getting him off of you, a way of working out your anger.

"Oh there she is... Fight be Darlin' I like it when they fight." He growls through his motions.

Reaching back, you grip at his shirt and pull him to you as you move your hips up and back, as if grinding against him. He reaches for your hands and pulls them behind your back. A snarl escapes you as if hiding your small whimpers.

He picks up on those small whimpers and he starts to thrust harder, thrusting upward he smirks watching your face in the reflection of the windshield. Deeper thrusts causes you to moan a little louder. The moans were nice, but no, this man wanted you to scream.

Did you want to give him that win? No, no you didn't. You snarl and start backing your hips up into him as if fighting back, a low snarl escapes you as he slams his hips against your ass and he lets out another snarl as you moan.

It wasn't until he moved in a different angle that he found that sweet spot and you bite your lip, and your hips buckle.

"That's the spot isn't it Darlin'?" he asks.

You moan a little louder as he continues to thrust. You moan louder as he thrust harder against that sweet spot and there it was, that win. That sweet spot caused you to scream.

"That's it... scream louder for the whole world to know." He mused with a soft chuckle to his voice.

You feel your legs start to shake, your eyes flutter as you feel yourself getting wetter as he rides that spot.

"Fuck!" you moan louder.

"No, scream. Don't fuckin moan. Fuckin scream." He snarled.

You can feel him work you, stretching you at a new angle, and it wasn't long before you were giving him frequent reoccurring back to back screams. It was as if they wouldn't stop pouring from your mouth.

Pulling a little harder, thrusting a little more you feel yourself building to that finish.

"Come on Darlin'. Show me how good of a job I did. Make a mess." He coaxed.

"FUUUUCK!!" your voice echoes across the surface of the surrounding area.

"That's a good girl." He chuckles as he gives a few more needed thrusts before be gives his own finish deep within you, filling you to the bring where you are oozing and snarls.

This moment stuck with you, but he was also right, he won, every night after work, you take the same route, and have the same race, and a much needed finish, damn near tradition at this rate.

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎

Ray Marcus x Fem!Reader

◢ Genre: Darkfic, Headcanon

◢ Warnings: Smut-related points, sexualization of a bad guy: very brief mention of non-con, dominance, marking, biting, hickeys, public sex and public fondling, slight dumbification kink, slight daddy kink (but more along the lines of him liking being called daddy from time to time) Likely toxic relationship points, possessive Ray.

◢ A/N: Simple headcanons of my violent boy here to help me get the creativity flowing after the past couple of days I have had. I am aware of people's views on 'glorifying bad guys', don't get me started on a rant, if you don't like it feel free to block me. Gif credit goes to me.

Let's face it: this man may not be capable of love. And if he is, it's not in the healthiest sense of the term.

Being with him is a constant risk.

You never know what kind of mood he will be in, let alone what he will do that day.

So on that note, he's rather unpredictable, and depending on what kind of girl you are, that is either good or bad.

When you first met him he came off as rather forward.

He doesn't have a filter and is a rather entitled man who doesn't really have anything.

He's a man who knows what he wants.

He also doesn't take no for an answer very well.

Thankfully you didn't tell him no. You were actually drawn to how he is.

Maybe it's the risk factor of it all.

Hopefully, you aren't looking to try and change or "fix" him, because you aren't going to be able to do it.

Seriously don't. He will likely just fuck with your head.

He's not the heart and flowers kind of guy.

Don't expect romance in the traditional sense of the word.

He's the kind of man who prefers to show his "affection" or, more appropriately, ownership with touching.

He keeps his arms around your waist or over your shoulder.

He's not afraid to punch someone in the face (or hit them with the nearest object) if he thinks they are looking at you how he looks at you.

He's the kind of guy to likely slap your ass on the way by.

Or pull you onto his lap and hold you there, maybe with a hand around your throat with his tongue in your mouth.

What's his, is his. In his eyes, he owns you. You are his girl.

If this man becomes even remotely attached to you, he will kill for you.

But there is also that chance he will kill you. Let's be honest about the risk here.

Be prepared for the fact that there will be things you don't know about.

He will keep things from you, so you might want to keep him on his toes and show him that you aren't afraid of what he does to entertain himself.

Maybe he will let you along for something of an illegal nature. But there is no guarantee about that.

Don't accuse him of fucking someone else, because he will go and do it just because you said it.

But there is a chance that you weren't wrong, though that girl might not have had a choice in the matter.

Submit to him.

While he may or may not really know what BDSM is in the direct term, that doesn't mean he doesn't like his girlfriend submissive and eager to please or worship him.

But that doesn't mean being constantly submissive.

There will be some moments when you need to be able to either stand toe to toe with him. Or stand equal with him.

But seriously, this man loves to be worshiped. He has a praise kink, especially if you are talking about his cock while it's inside you.

He is all hands. Loves to grip, grab, and guide you.

If you are on top, expect to be guided on how he likes it. You aren't getting off him without fingertip bruises.

He is also a biter and a hickey maker.

This man will always mark your body.

Neck, chest, ribs, even your ass or thighs. He will mark you anywhere.

Bonus points if people can see it.

Sex can be anywhere, at any time.

Public bathrooms, a car, in the middle of the woods, behind someone's house. This list could be endless.

He doesn't give a shit about being caught either.

Chances are, he gets off on the idea. A cop standing there, and he would keep pumping away inside of you like it was nothing.

That man would have to be pulled off you.

There is also an enjoyment of a dumbification kink.

He loves the idea of fucking you dumb and feeling you quiver underneath him.

"Are you my dumb girl?"

Bonus points if you call him Daddy after he asks you that.

The man though, is not a Daddy.

If you are looking for any formal term for Ray, Master or Alpha would be more appropriate.

He however is a very dominant being in the bedroom. It's his way or the highway so that better be your thing.

Overall your relationship with Ray is highly unpredictable, but highly charged and likely very sexual.

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Tag List: @voxmortuus @earth-elemental18 @f4irylid

[aarontaylorjohnsonappreciation]

Nocturnal Animals

[grungetastic]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson in Nocturnal Animals 2016

[francescadellamorte]

Ray Marcus in nocturnal animals makes me feral

[jack-doohan]

HAVE SOME MORE INDYCAR VINES FOR THE OLYMPIC BREAK! (indy vines part 3)

HERE’S A PART 3 OF MY INDYCAR AS VINES SERIES! i’m very happy that this series is so popular because I MISS VINE and this is how i’m coping with the fact that it’s been gone for a while :(( and this is also how i’m coping with the olympic break (along with watching the olympics themselves lmao)!!! enjoy friends :D

[peachy-kehn]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[hrhrg]

Fuck rivalry discourse who's winning the IndyCar freak off

[nyxvuxoa]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Ray Marcus ⤷ Nocturnal Animals | dir. Tom Ford

[voxmortuus]

Hi baby. 💖

May I please have something small with Ray Marcus and a spitting kink? Smut is optional.

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Ray Marcus x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Nocturnal Animals ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 1.7k ✧*̥˚ SONG INSPO: *̥˚✧ EAT SPIT! - Slush Puppy, Royal & The Serpent ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ How can I do a spit kink and NOT give you smut?! | Do you want that with a plot? No? So What Plot? | Spit Kink | Dominant Ray | Submissive Reader | Ray challenging his nameless friend | Maybe slight degradation | Dirty Smutty Time Talk | Fingering | Biting what's rightfully his | Hickeys on what's rightfully his | Marking what's rightfully his | Maybe use phrases that are used in a way to objectify you... lets face it, you want this man to use you | Multiple Orgasm because you were a good girl... you get more than one | Oral Male Receiving because you worship this man and his... magic stick | Mention of a joint | Unprotected P-in-V | Swallowing because remember, you're a good girl. | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I'm glad I know you and your likes! ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ TAGLIST FOR R.M.: *̥˚✧ @earth-elemental18 @f4irylid @nyxvuxoa-writes ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧

Fuckin hell, what was it about this man? What was it that captured your attention? Was it the fact that he wasn't some sort of suit and tie? Rough around the edges? Was it the fact that he made you feel dirty in all the right ways? He wasn't like the others you've been with. In fact, he was quite the opposite, and that's why this worked. He made you feel things the others couldn't. He knew how to give you what you wanted without even speaking a goddamned word. This. Man. Got. You. You didn't need to ask him, you didn't need to show him, he just got it. You worshipped the ground this man walked on, and you thanked every sunrise and every sunset that he was there.

You could go on and on as to how he made you feel, what he made you feel. You could talk about how his eyes were like the sky on a warm summer cloudless day, or how his hands were hot and warm and well used. Or how those same hands could do such bad things, but come back to you to do such good things. He was your guard dog, you depended on each other, you said jump, he'd jump, he said jump, you'd say how high. The kind of bond you two had, unlike anything else. It was those things you thought of as you gazed up looking at him all dewy between your legs ready for his treasure. That treasure only he knew you enjoyed oh so much.

Kneeling there as he bickered with a friend who felt like he was entitled over you, he wasn't having any of it. You knew your place, and he knew that you did. There was nothing to bicker over, chances are in his mind this friend had one too many things to drink and he was going to have to put him in his place. Or at least remind him to whom you belonged. Simple situation, right? In his mind it was, but in yours... oh man you wanted him to show this friend of his just where you belonged.

Feeling that aura off you he looked down at you and smirked. Before gazing back up he moved his hand to open your mouth, and with his eyes trained on his friend, he gathered that spit in the front of his mouth leaning over a bit he kept his eye contact on the other person as he let the slip from his lips as he held his hand on either side of your jaw keeping your mouth open. Watching him you feel this excitement bubble inside you. It was like all this time waiting on your knees on the kitchen floor was well worth it.

As that spit hit your tongue you closed your eyes and did a little happy wiggle. Happy girl was happy, but you felt like you wanted more. You knew better than to touch but fuckin hell you wanted to run your hands up his legs and undo his pants and make him happy with that your pretty mouth. When he was finished he kept his contact on his friend. Smiling you look over him.

"Thank you, Sir." You smile wide.

"That's my good little slut isn't it?" He asks as he picks you up and takes you to the couch and lays you down.

Oh you know exactly what's about to happen. And you were very much looking forward to it. "Yes. I'm your good slut aren't I Mister?" You muse.

He smirks and looks over you. "Damn straight you are." He looks back at his friend a moment. "Fuck off. Unless you wanna watch." He smirks.

It was a matter of moments before he was told to go fuck himself and slammed his front door and sped off. Here you were, alone with your perfect mister, and you couldn't be more excited about everything he's about to provide for you. Sitting you in his lap he takes your shirt off and tosses it to the side and smirks. Hiking your skirt up he presses his fingers against your bud and slips them straight past and finds how slick you are.

"Oh, a wet little whore you are huh?"

"Yes, Sir. All for you."

"Damn straight it's all for me." He smirked and plunged his fingers into you with nothing but ease.

Your velvet wet warm walls clench around his fingers as he uses that come hither motion against your sweet spot, his thumb softly rubs against your bud as he grips the back of your neck and pulls you close to him. His lips capture yours and his trail from your lips to your neck. Biting and sucking on your neck, leaving beautiful marks, a deep purple hickey on your neck. Marking what's his.

His fingers move a little quicker as your hips begin to grind against his fingers. His lips move back to yours and you open your mouth and he knew what you wanted, kissing you with a vigor he spits onto your mouth again as he slaps your cheek softly and moves to grip at your hair to hold you head back.

Your hips move a little quicker and he smirks. "That's it, use my fingers..." he muses.

Truthfully, it doesn't take long for you to come to, and when you do, you gripped his shoulders and let out a loud moan that bounced off the window behind you.

"That's a good girl... but you didn't ask first."

"I know, I'm sorry... you just felt so good... I'm sorry... I'll show you." you smirk and get off of him and move to kneel in front of him.

Reaching for his pants you undo them and pull him from his jeans and with great ease you slip him right to the back of your throat. Hearing his groan and his head fall back against the couch you smile in your eyes, happy to make him feel good.

Your head picks up the pace, while at the same time you use different angles, against your cheek, your tongue swirls, you bring him deep into your throat as you turn to focus on his length and his tip, stroking as you work him.

Groaning he grips at your head and forces your head down. Like an eager little thing you are you take more, you take that rough face fucking he's about to give you, but it's when you feel he's about to release you pick up your pace gripping and stroking harder and faster.

He holds your head in place as his hips thrust and that twitch in his cock and the coating of his thick slightly salty ribbons coat the inside of your mouth. Sucking on him as if you were sucking on your favorite lolly you milk him and smirk when you pull him from your mouth and look at him and swallow, nodding your head like you just took your daily dose of vitamins and wanted head pats.

He smiled and looked over you, and ran his finger over your chin. Sure, the couch was great, but he wanted more. Something a little more... open. Taking you to the bedroom, his pants falling to his lower hips he tries to not drop you as he carries you and tosses you onto the bed.

Stripping your skirt from your body he strips down and climbs into bed and hovers over you. Kissing on you, biting and nipping at your lips, you smirk, giggle and open your mouth again. As he hovers over you, he tilts his head and looks into your eyes and gives you just the treat you were wanting.

"Thank you." You smirk swallowing like the good girl you are.

As you thank him, he slips his hard cock between your wet lips and lets out a groan. With a gasp you dig your nails into his shoulders and press your head into the back of the pillow as your eyes flutter a bit, feeling every bit of him as you focus on the way he stretches you.

Your breathing becomes staggered, your mind becomes his, your body melds with his, your whole self becomes his over and over with every action.

As he presses deep into you with each hard thrust he growls.

"Such a good fleshlight you are. My little personal fuckdoll." He smirks as he whispers his sweet objectifying words against your lips.

Hearing his words causes you to moan louder, causes you to clench around his hard cock. Causes you to grind your hips against him because you're a good girl and want to provide pleasure for him just as much as he wants to use you for his own pleasure and deliver his own to his sweet girl.

"That's my pussy isn't it baby?"

"Yes, Sir."

"No one else fucks my pussy do they?"

"No, Sir. This pussy is all yours."

"Damn straight that pussy's mine. Such a good little thing you are." he praises.

The push and pull, the moans and snarls, the vulgarity between the two of you. It was intoxicating.

He picks up his pace a little more, driving his hips against yours, the sounds of sweaty flesh smacking against each other echoed like your moans echoed. He drove himself harder against you as you grind your hips against him for added stimulation. You feel yourself getting closer.

"Can... I... fuck. Can I cum, Sir? Please... fuck... I'm right there..."

"Cum for me sweet baby... cum on Sir's cock." He snarled.

Gripping at his shoulders you arch your back and you spread your hips a little wider and you feel this urge to push as hard as you can against his cock squeezing your walls at the same time as if coaxing his finish. With a loud moan and the throw of your head against the pillows you begin to shake and he gives you a much deserved finish of his own deep within you. His cock twitching giving you every last ribbon of reward you begin to giggle.

He looks over you and kisses you softly. "That's a good girl. Good job... Now roll us a joint, I'm going to go get us something to eat." He smirked.

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

It cracks me up when people read a Ray Marcus fanfiction and either ignore the warnings and get upset, or read the story and then point out if something is illegal or dark. Or just misinterpret the story all together and claim one thing when that wasn't the case.

Did you watch Nocturnal Animals?

If you don't know anything about Ray Marcus and you come across a fanfiction of him, it's probably best to assume that what is in there might not be what you want to read, sometimes it might not have heavy warnings. Ray Marcus is not a good guy and does illegal and messed up things. Just because it's ATJ doesn't mean it's going to be all fluff or maybe a little bit of kinky smut.

It's ✨fanfiction or darkfic✨ for a reason. ~This has been a psa. from one of your local darkfic writers.

[flffx]

why are there so few backrooms AU fics? we need more :') i think it's a very interesting concept with a lot of potential

[aarontaylorjohnsonappreciation]

Nocturnal Animals 2016

[grungetastic]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Ray Marcus in Nocturnal Animals 2016

[jack-doohan]

INDYCAR AS VINES PART 4 (CIARA’S COME BACK FROM THE WAR!!!!)

AFTER A LONG WAIT……I HAVE RETURNED WITH A NEW VINE COMPILATION!!!!! I think this one may be the longest one ive made so far!!!!! god i love making these because I make myself laugh….and we all need to laugh!!!!! Im so sad that we’re almost done with the 2024 indycar season :( but it will be alright!!!!!! also just note ferrucci mentioned in a couple of these but they’re both joke ones so