#raymond end roll

[theultimatesexypeopleshowdown]

[evilkitten3]

ok back to end roll!

i mean fair but like. the only cop-adjacent person i've seen in this game is yumi and she pretty much just stays in the town, sooooo

not even a little bit.

how are they going to run. they're mermaids. they have no legs.

[no-reference-georg]

2/2

1/2

[kamiishiiros]

anyone else fw toxic yaoi

[r2y9s]

[Watch_Dogs]

omg they're all bisexual. and they absolutely would all try to squeeze onto that one bed in the bunker.

reference photo lmao

[akuma-tenshi]

found a twitter thread of people sending their favourite tumblr posts and it was an absolute goldmine of new content to make into end roll shitposts

gory sprites and spoilers for the entire game under the cut

[zonebirdie]

[aria0fgold]

Revisiting Ib (not its remake though) now! And my god... the fonts... the fonts are a nightmare to read...

[yappacadaver]

oh damn i didn't realize ao3 was an invite based platform lol????

[leiswxrld]

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairings: felix catton x fem reader

synopsis: you hate felix catton because of how snobby rich and stuck up he is and when your best friend Farleigh tells you to come to saltburn with him, you have no choice but to say yes.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, public sex, smoking, degradation + praise (slut,whore, pretty girl, beautiful), riding, pussy eating (r receiving), unprotected sex, period sex, enemies to lovers kinder (one sided).

a/n: guys I feel like I rushed this but I was trying to get this done and out by tuesday latest, felix is the definition of girl dinner.

credits: @cafekitsune @roseschoices line dividers ❥

It’s late, way past midnight sat in the garden hearing the crickets and sounds of birds chirping as you light a cigarette, taking a long drag before pausing and exhaling into the bristly midnight air, sat in pyjama bottoms and a tank top you feel the inclement cold slivering up your fingertips, giving you a case of raymond syndrome.

It’s quiet but peaceful laying against the green grass, taking in another drag from the narrow cylinder in between your lips, tasting the thick smog. You hear the sounds of heavy footsteps behind you, briefly turning over to see him before rolling your eyes and turning back to face the beautiful scenery in front.

Felix Catton. The owner of this beautiful home but it was safe to say you didn’t feel the same way about him, you felt absolute hatred towards him, you didn’t want to be here living it up with all the prissy rich people who loved to flash their money and talk about shit about people they wanted to but your best friend Farleigh begged you to come in his words it would be a ‘hell of a fucking experience’.

Was he irritable- yes but one thing you weren’t going to deny was that he was attractive who in their right mind would disagree, his dark brunette hair complimented his memorising earthy brown eyes, his height would make any person crease and that fucking cheshire smile got you every time.

You feel his presence lingering behind you, almost scared to even approach as you sat in silence for a few seconds, you gently tap the ashes from your cigarette into the grass and you dump the remains into the pond. “What do you want”

You voice is low but threatening, not moving from the current position your in. The sounds of his voice being caught in his throat is evident as he try’s to clear it with a soft cough, “Farley wanted to know where you were”

You scoff, turning around to meet his puppy doe eyes that seem to avoid your intimidating gaze. “So why did Farley send you out to find me”

“Well- I think we need to talk” he replies, voice cracking but confident.

“About ?” your head tilts to the side, eyebrow raised you just wanting the conversation to end so that you could go back to the peaceful silence.

“Do you hate me” the question catches you off guard, surprising you how forward Felix was about your loathing against him.

You sigh, cracking your neck and turning away from him watching the ripples from the pond spread out across the mass of the pond water. “What’s not to like about you….your an asshole, an ignorant rich boy who likes to laugh at those who are less fortunate than you and in general a massive slut”

It was true, Felix was known for being the university’s massive manwhore sleeping around with any girl that would throw themselves his direction, it not only disgusted you but it made you fucking jealous. In some twisted fucking way you wanted to be the one he would bend over and fuck the shit out of, hearing stories from your friends about how much of a good fuck he was made your distaste for him even stronger.

He’s lost for words not saying anything for a moment, you’ve think he’s finally got the hint and pissed off back into the house and you sigh in relief, laying back down on the floor but you hear his footsteps pace around you before stoping in front of you, blocking your view. “What the fuck are you-

It’s quick and sudden, falling onto his knees and grabbing your thighs pulling you towards him. Your confused and baffled, feeling how dizzy you were from the rapid movements as he goes to pull off your shorts along with your underwear.

“Felix get off of me what the fuck are you do-

You felt how embarrassingly wet you were, feeling vulnerable under Felixs unreadable face.

He lowers his face towards your wet pussy, the warm gush of air making you shiver as he finally lets his tongue gently lay across your swollen clit. You gasp, head falling to the ground as Felix gently sucked and nibbled at your sensitive bud.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, the blood flowing throughout your veins, making the beats in your heart beat faster as you unconsciously moan out. He grins, letting you grind into his face feeling the cold sensation of his tongue jewellery, create a cooling sensation on your cunt.

He’s slurping, lapping at your juices and letting out guttural moans, sending vibrations against your clit. He briefly looks up making eye contact with your starstruck eyes as he allows his thumb to gently circle around your bud.

He’s sensual and voluptuous almost making out with your leaking cunt as you try to stay quiet muttering curse words and praises hand, tangled into his greasy hair. You felt painful cramping restricting around your stomach, trying to distract the pain with the pleasurable sensation you were experiencing.

Felix stops for a second coming back up to see his face covered in your juices mixed in with your blood, the feeling dawned on you that it was your period blood on his face and you felt your face heat up as the embarrassment began to bubble in your chest. His finger slides between your folds before slipping it into his mouth, your laid there in shock as you watch how he moans around his fingers.

As if normal he resumes, eating you out more ferociously than before. “y-your fucking insane Felix fuckkkk”

He hums, letting his fingers rub your clit faster as you feel the intense feeling of an orgasm hit you before your slump on the ground, face flushed and mouth gaped open.

He comes back up with blood all over his face and a shit eating grin, “looks like someone’s lost for words”

“Fuck off Felix” your grinding into his hand and he chuckles licking his lips clean, “Seems like someone’s still desperate for my touch I thought you hated me princess ”

“I do hate you the only good thing about you is your tongue” you reply, going to stand up before he pushes you down.

“Since I’m only good for my tongue let’s see how fucking cock drunk you get for me, maybe it will change that bratty attitude” he sets himself beside you, sliding off his briefs before revealing his girthy curved cock, his tip scarlet red and leaking precum.

“Are you going to sit on it or not because I can just go and you can use your fucking hand to get off” your pissed but too aroused to fucking argue, climbing onto his lap and straddling over his tip before completely bottoming out on it. You both gasp slowly, feeling his hands go to grasp your ass before you begin to bounce on it.

You keep a set pace, grinding and vigorously bouncing on him, your hands wrapping around his neck. He invites you into a heated kiss, the taste of your period blood having a addicting sweet metallicy taste mixing in with your bitter tobacco taste.

The grunts and moans, emit from his chapped lips as he slaps your ass with a tight grip. “Look at you so eager to bounce on my fucking dick and I’m the fucking slut” you moan in response, your nails digging into his back leaving moon shaped crescents behind as you scratch and abuse his back.

Your panting feeling the fatigue hit you as he suddenly stops you, “Turn around and face the pond” you stop, turning around as he slips himself back inside you, making you gasp once again. He’s locked your arms with his hand and begins to bounce you on him making your head roll back into him, moaning feverishly the sounds of his harsh thrusts being heard from across the garden.

You feel his hand wrap around your neck pulling your head against his as he nibbles at your ear, “you should see how fucking sexy you look from here….so….fucking….pretty” he thrusts with every word so cock drunk for your brain to comprehend not caring if you could get caught fucking out in the open.

“I bet your wishing that someone would catch us out in the open as I fuck the shit out of you” he mutters, feeling his bruised lips against your nape, leaving love bites all over marking you as his.

“oh my god fuck- felix I’m going to come” you warn, your hands going to grip his thighs, feeling yourself clenching around his dick before you cum with a loud whimper, the warm feeling of his spunk releasing into you as he slows down his thrusts.

“Fuck babe you’ve made such a mess all over me” your still panting, fatigue hitting you as your both sat in silence feeling his heart racing against your back.

You turn around meeting the brunettes gaze before speaking, “Don’t get use to it, this is the last time I’ll ever do anything remotely sexually with you Catton”

“Noted”

You raise a brow, dying for the burning question on your tongue to be answered, “Who told you i hated you”

He smirks, “Farleigh…. he told me when he was going through his drunken rant”

“I’m going to kill that boy when I see him”

[cherrycranes]

Come When I Call (Raymond Leon x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Raymond Leon x female reader Summary: It's late and you decide to call Raymond up for some fun. Word count: 3,595 Contents: (Minors DNI) Unspecified age gap, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, friends with benefits, toxic relationship lol  Author's notes: A very late Valentine's Day present to you, from @fuckiingloser and I. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. xoxo

Raymond Leon was not the kind of man who needed much to get by. He never really indulged in the simple pleasures of life like most people. He wasn’t a big drinker. He didn’t enjoy music, partying, or socializing at all for that matter. All those things were pointless to him, a waste of the time he barely had… But he was not made of stone. A man was a man and even the most stoic had vices. 

And Raymond wasn’t the rare exception.

“Hi, Ray…” Your sweet, alluring voice sang to his right ear over the phone, and he groaned hearing it. It was pretty late, around 1:30 on a Friday night. A perfectly fine hour for a spoiled brat like you to be up but a completely unreasonable hour for Raymond, who had just gotten off work exhausted, to say the least.

“What do you want?” He snarled, an ineffective coverup for how your voice alone made him feel, his iceberg of a heart melting down along with his serious facade. He knew exactly what you wanted whenever you called him up this late. 

“What? I can't miss you?” You defended innocently, smirking into the speaker of your phone. “I've been thinking about you, it's been too long since you came over…” Raymond’s icy blue eyes rolled on the other end of the line, not impressed by your pathetic attempt at playing innocent. He knew very well you were anything but that. You knew what you were doing and how to push his buttons. You had always been like that.

You and Raymond had met a year ago. He was “working” security at your favorite club in New Greenwich. In reality, he was undercover trying to catch a criminal who never showed up, and you happened to cross paths with him as he guarded the door and let you inside the club. The feeling of his serious crystal blue eyes on you got burned onto your memory, an everlasting effect that had your heart and pussy tingling from that point forward.

Later that night, when you asked him for a light for the joint hanging between your soft lips, he lit it with the faintest trace of a smirk in his otherwise stern expression. You could tell he didn’t do this often, and that intrigued you enough to charm your way into getting his number. 

You had been fucking ever since.

Tonight was just another perfect demonstration of your relationship… Or lack thereof: no communication for days until you called him late on the weekends and seduced him into coming over. He would then do “his business” and leave just as fast as he had arrived. Rinse and repeat. 

“It’s late,” Raymond answered back fast, his words harsh but his heart and cock already aching for you. Due to his work, it had been longer than a week since he had a hit of his favorite stimulant. But that didn’t change the fact that it was late. 

“C’mon, Ray, don’t pretend… I know you miss me too...” Your voice was melodious and painfully convincing, soft yet strong enough to crack his hard exterior even further. He let out a loud sigh, preferring silence and inadvertently giving you the perfect moment to strike again.

“Come over, daddy… I'm so lonely in my bed… Need you to come take care of me before I take care of myself…” You brought out the big guns, delivered in the form of a soft kitten purr into the phone. Complete silence overtook the line, on his side his cock twitched to life at the way you used that pet name he loved a little too much.

“I'll be there in 10 minutes. Keep those pretty little hands of yours off what’s mine… ” He rasped in his usual serious tone then hung up, immediately grabbing his keys and taking advantage of the imposing power of the timekeeper car to break the speed limit. Exactly ten minutes later on the dot you heard a knock on your apartment door, your pussy and stomach fluttered in anticipation. 

There he was, standing in his signature all-black leather attire, with his hair slicked back and with those eyes that drove you wild. The stark contrast between you was so extreme it amused you just as much as it aroused you.

“Hi, you…” You greeted sensually, already giving him the “fuck me” eyes, one of his weaknesses. A faint smirk blessed his otherwise stone-cold face, another weakness he allowed himself to have. His icy blue eyes hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing you in over two weeks and it was obvious. His gaze undressed you, touched you, and fucked you all while you stood there, in your little pink crop top and matching g-string, being his perfect little girly girl. 

“Fuck, you look so good…” He whispered huskily, eyes still busy devouring you and the crotch of his pants getting tighter. Who would have known the toughest, most no-nonsense timekeeper could ever get like this? You giggled at the thought, leading him inside.

“You said it’s late… Let’s get to bed…” You lured him in with a little smirk, which earned you a nod and a soft chuckle from him.

“Lead the way, princess…” He growled.

Raymond followed you into your pretty bedroom, not missing a single jiggle of your ass in that little thong, his cock twitched with every single step you took, aching to be buried deep inside you. As soon as you reached your big plush bed you crawled onto it and then sat in the middle, presenting yourself to him like a feast.

He loved fucking you, that was a given, but he also loved to just look at you, the perfect polar opposite to him in every way possible, so pretty and so utterly addictive.  Young, soft, pretty, sweet… In every sense of the word. It lit the fire inside him like no other woman he’d ever met before in his rather long life. 

“C’mere…” You invited him, patting the soft duvet with all the gentleness your lust-filled body could muster. He smirked ever so slightly, sauntering over like a hunter, standing at the edge of your bed and glancing down at your barely clothed beauty. 

“You think you can just call me anytime you’re horny and I’m just supposed to drop whatever I’m doing to come fuck your needy little pussy?” He husked, deep voice and calloused hand caressing you. At first, being gentle with your cheek then grabbing you by the chin with stern force, making you look into his eyes.

You stayed quiet, eyes on him, hypnotized by the blue of his irises.

“You’re a spoiled, spoiled little girl… You’re lucky that you’re so fucking addictive…” He continued, whispering against your soft lips until he was kissing you deeply. His tongue slid in slowly, sensually savoring every bit of your exquisite mouth until nothing was left untouched. You melted into the kiss, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, all of him surrounding you.

His big hands gripped your hips and pulled you closer until you were chest to chest and your body perfectly embraced by his strong arms. Not a few seconds passed when he was giving your asscheeks a good squeeze and a little, self-gratifying spank.

You moaned into his mouth, tongues swirling together deliciously until your lungs couldn't take it any longer. Breathing again, you didn’t waste a second and went straight to his bottom lip, nibbling on the plump pink inviting flesh, perfectly aware of how crazy it drove him.

He groaned, the enamel sinking deep enough to sting but not hurt, he pulled away, looking into your eyes and giving your soft ass another smack.

“You miss me? Miss my big cock? That’s why you call me so late and use your little tricks to get me over here, hmm?” Raymond asked, voice affected with desire. You smiled and nodded shyly as another self-aware demonstration of your little tricks. Of how well you played the part and how much it turned him on. It was the ultimate fantasy, albeit a little cliché but it did wonders for him: a pretty innocent girl and the dominant guy coming over to take care of all her needs… You were his pretty stress reliever he could never say no to even if he tried. Like a moth to a flame, he came to you and enjoyed every single second of burning.

He smirked a bit wider now, the crotch of his pants getting tighter.

“Is your poor little cunt lonely baby?” He cooed patronizingly, his hand moving from your asscheek and snaking between you, sliding into your thong.

Your mouth fell open a bit, your breathing got heavier, thick fingers slid between your already hot sticky folds, a grin of pure satisfaction spreading across his face at how wet he found you.

“You need your daddy to take care of you?” His tone remained condescending yet extremely sexy, his digits felt how wetter your pussy got from it alone. The index glided back and forth, ghosting over your entrance, fooling you into thinking he would put it in before moving back up. Then, he traced a path towards your clit, and rubbed painfully slow yet delicious circles on it. 

Your breath hitched, and the pressure began to feel just right, ripples of pleasure growing and touching every inch of your cunt.

“Y-yes yes please…” You whispered to him, keeping the eye contact going. Raymond smirked again, faint but perfectly visible. Your need was his drug. He leaned in, nipping your earlobe before whispering into your ear.

“You’re fucking soaking… Were you thinking about me?” You shuddered, closing your eyes at the hot caress of his breath on your sensitive skin, your pussy fluttered in immediate response and complete beg.  

“Yes… Always thinking about you…” You whimpered breathlessly, just in time to mix with an uncharacteristic whiny little moan from Raymond. His finger persisted, your already swollen clit taking everything obediently. All your phone call boldness always melted away the second he touched you. 

He smiled, a rare thing reserved for your eyes only and for occasions like these when you were putty in his hands. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away, the absence of him in your panties cutting off your moaning. 

“Hey…” You whined at the loss, looking up into his harsh, lust-filled gaze. 

Ray huffed out a cruel little laugh before bringing his finger wet with your slick up to his lips, sucking it off and staring into your eyes. 

“Sweet?” You asked playfully, biting your lower lip.

“The sweetest…” He husked, your taste still in his mouth as he leaned in for another kiss. His body weight gently guided you to lay back on the bed, caging you in and pushing his tongue past your lips for another sloppy kiss.

He ground his hips against you, making you feel his aching hard cock through his jeans nudging against you. You moaned into his mouth.

After a minute, he pulled away from your lips just to look at you. Your beautiful body beneath him laid out like a goddess of his deep devotion.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He growled against your lips. 

You smiled, with a soft nod you reached down and felt his hard cock trapped in his pants, giving it a tentative squeeze. He let out a deep throaty groan, feeling your warmth through the layers of fabric and craving much more.

“I know I do… But you always come when I call…” You whispered sensually, teasing fingers reaching for his zipper and slowly pulling it down. Raymond, amused by the double entendre, smirked down at you, icy blue eyes fixated upon your hands that now unbuckled his belt.

He pulled back, kneeling between your spread legs and taking in the desperate sight of you, so gorgeous, so needy, sprawled out just for him to take however he pleased… His favorite sight in the world.

“These panties are very pretty, but I want you naked…” He rasped, calloused fingers dancing over the skin of your thigh and up to the band of your little thong before hooking onto it. He slowly dragged it down your legs then carelessly tossed it behind him.

The debauched sight of your pretty waxed pussy on full display for him made him hold back a moan. It had been too long. He needed you too much. Right away, he reached up to pull your crop top over your tits just to stare. Your hard nipples, your tight pussy, your pretty little smile… Everything about you was just so fucking perfect.

Raymond was tempted to shove his face between your legs and devour you until you came all over his face, but his cock twitched impatiently in the confines of his pants, desperate and begging to be freed and buried deep inside your exposed cunt.

“See something you like?” You teased, sensually running your hand over your soft skin. His gaze followed the lead of your fingers, watching every single move with a smirk on his face. He reached down to tug his pants and boxers down his thighs.

His large, thick, veiny cock sprung free and bobbed against his lower stomach, standing at full mass for you. Because of you. The red tip already leaked precum.

“See something you like?” He repeated back to you, snapping you out of your cock-hungry trance. Your mouth hung open a bit, your heart beating fast out of pure desire.

“Good girl.” He praised softly, scooting closer to you until the fat tip of his cock lined up with your fluttering entrance, tingles of anticipation running all over your pussy.

Ray’s rough hands pushed your legs up into your chest, hooking them over his shoulders and bending you in half, to get nice and deep inside you like you both love. His reddened tip nudged your slick folds, he planted both hands on either side of your head to steady himself, and, with a slow, calculated movement, he moved his hips forward, pushing into you.

He let out a sigh of pleasure and relief, slipping inside your hot, tight cunt with knowing ease. Your pussy welcomed him in, swallowing every throbbing inch.

“Fuuuck… I love this little pussy.” He groaned, his pale blue eyes fluttering closed for a second, basking in the pleasure of feeling you and listening to your pretty moans.

“Ray…” You whimpered breathlessly, he pushed even further, this position making his already thick cock feel even bigger, filling you to your limit. He waited only a few seconds for you to adjust before starting to pump in and out of you. You let out a string of loud whiny moans.

“You like that baby? You like being fucked stupid?” Ray sneered with a smirk, the image of you becoming brainless on his cock and speared repeatedly stroking his ego. The combination of his words, the sound of his balls slapping hard against your ass and the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot had you seeing stars. You nodded frantically, looking up at him in search of his approval.

“Yes- god yes…” You whimpered back in desperation, your hand gripping his arm tightly in search of support. That familiar overstimulating feeling of your orgasm crept up on you fast, and from the way his cock twitched and his eyes widened, you could tell it was happening to him too. 

“You want daddy to come deep, baby?” Raymond asked, fucking you even harder with every word, reveling in the feeling of having your tight gummy walls wrapped perfectly around him, like you were made just for him. 

“Please…yes please… ” That was all you could reply in between your constant whiny, overstimulated moans. He speared you over and over, with his mouth hanging open and his brain feeling fuzzy. Your sounds, your begging for something so filthy as his cum added fuel to the burning pit in his lower stomach, and, not to mention, to his ego.

“How about I put a baby in this little pussy? Hmm? Fill you full and you’ll really be all mine forever…” He purred between thrusts, eyes bearing into yours and exuding annoyingly sexy overconfidence. His signature tiny smirk drove you insane, your pretty pussy clenched around him even tighter from the sight.

You nodded again frantically, moans getting louder, more mindless. Every single pleasure you felt made your head swirl into near stupidity, your orgasm threatened to boil over any moment now. The obscene, filthy sounds of your wet pussy squelched around his cock and filled the room, adding to the infinite list of things that were too much to bear at the moment.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open and connected to his in this intense, passion-filled moment. The two of you neared dangerously close to the edge. Ray’s brows knitted together and his thrusts grew sloppier, ideas of breeding you and making you all his taking over his head.

“Fuck- Ray- I’m gonna come- please don’t stop…” You whispered with a sequence of little whines and moans, Raymond nodded.

“Me too, baby… fuck- almost there…” He panted, ramming into you so deliciously deep and from a perfect angle that made you see stars.

The pressure, the sight of his handsome, pleasure-affected face, the feeling of his thick pistoning dick, and the sounds combined made everything inside you snap. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave that dragged you away and forced you to shut your eyes tightly. Your cunt spasmed all around him, your brain went blank for a brief moment, and you cried out, nearly screamed.

Raymond’s hand immediately pulled you out of the moment, gripping your chin as if you had just committed a crime in front of him. Your eyes shot open, you still shook in pleasure.

“Look at me when I make you fucking come.” He growled so ravenously and carnally, it almost made you come on the spot again.

You nodded obediently, eyes attentive just as he gave into the pleasure too. Seeing you being so good and so exquisite was too much, his soft spot for you undeniable when his expression relaxed. He groaned and his thick cock twitched, spilling his hot load impossibly deep inside you.

You laid still for a minute, with him balls deep and recovering the supply of air in his lungs. Icy blue eyes never stopped looking at you, the gentle intimacy of the moment becoming the perfect place for a soft, loving kiss to happen between you. Then, he pulled out slowly and got off the bed, grabbing a towel to clean off his half-hard, tired cock before tucking it back into his clothes. 

This, in all previous instances, was the moment when he would leave. His busy, rushing schedule deprived him of the comfort of sleeping and waking up next to you. Besides, the dynamic between you never really allowed it. You both got what you wanted, then parted ways until your lust got the best of you again. Yet, for the first time, watching him get ready to leave felt... Wrong. 

You hadn’t lied on the phone, you did miss him. It was an ache born from both his long absence and all the time you had spent repeating the same routine. Something had started to shift and a part of you feared it just as much as it craved it.

You sat up and wrapped the bedsheet around your naked body, watching him grab his keys off your vanity and shove them down his pocket, ready to disappear from your life for another week with a cocky smirk upon his lips. He took one last look at you, so well-fucked and messed up, a sight that kept him going every single day.

“Was amazing as always, princess… See you soon?” He asked with that cocky attitude of his, leaning over to give you one last goodnight kiss.

“Of course… You know I’ll call…” You nodded softly, looking into his eyes. A multitude of not-well-put-together thoughts tried to make their way out, still not quite sure of what you actually wanted. 

Raymond raised his hand, his thumb slowly rubbing along your bottom lip one last time, capturing the mental image of you, so pretty and so his, before turning around to leave. Saying goodbye, he left the room, heading down the hallway towards your front door.

You watched him leave, a pinch of sadness nagging you. A part of you wished he would turn around, come back into your room, take off his coat, and stay the night. The front door opened and your gut instinct screamed at you, commanding you to do something, anything but stay still.

Holding the bedsheet against your chest, you ran into the hallway.

“Wait…” You called out, seeing him halfway out of the door. He stopped right in his tracks, turning to look at you. “Stay…” You uttered softly, soft pleading eyes staring at him from across the room. Your heart beat madly in desperation, and every part of you hoped that he wanted to stay just as much as you wanted him to…

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as he shut the door behind him. He locked the deadbolt and walked towards you, his strong leather-clad arms wrapped around you and his nose nuzzled against yours in such a tender moment before he leaned in to whisper against your lips.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

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[slut4thebroken]

Remember Your Place

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Raymond Leon x reader

Summary | Raymond finally gives you attention, but not the kind you’ve been craving.

Warnings | Smut, boot licking, discipline, punishment, grinding, humiliation, degradation, facials, orgasm denial.

Words | 1k

Notes | It’s the way that it literally took me a million years to figure out what gif to use 😭 and even then I still don’t love it lmao

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 4: boot licking + discipline/punishment

“I’m busy.” He gritted, quickly losing patience. 

“But it’s been hours.” You whined obnoxiously. Raymond promised he’d give you some attention hours ago, but he hasn’t moved from his desk. 

“Come here.” You immediately stiffened when you heard that tone— the one that always ends with you being punished.  

“N-no.. I can wait.” You said weakly, taking a step back. 

“Come here.” 

You bit your lip and pouted a little, trying not to audibly whine. When he raised his brows impatiently, you tentatively walked further into the room, stopping a safe distance away from him. 

“Get under the desk.” He commanded, moving his chair back just enough for you to slip under. At least he wasn’t going to take you over his lap, but you were still nervous about what he had planned. Once you were in position, he extended his leg, his boot going between your thighs. “I’m going to finish my work and you’re going to grind on my boot. If you make a single sound or stop before I tell you to, you won’t get any orgasms for a week. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” You said quietly, pouting when you realized he actually wasn’t going to finally give you attention. He rolled the chair closer to the desk to continue working, effectively trapping you under it. You mounted his boot with a blush and started slowly rocking your hips, trying not to whine or moan. 

He had you doing this for what felt like hours. Your legs were quivering, your knees were hurting from the wood floor, your clit was starting to burn from all the friction, and your pussy was aching, desperately needing to be filled. You wanted to ask how much longer or tell him that you needed a break, but Raymond never bluffed when it came to punishments. 

You mostly kept your arms wrapped around his leg and your chin or cheek on his thigh. Usually he would’ve pet your hair in this position, but it was like you weren’t even there. 

Finally, once your movements started to falter because your legs were giving out, he rolled the chair back again. 

“Less than two hours and you’re already giving up?” He asked mockingly, making you frown. Your brows scrunched together and you shook your head in response, not sure if you were allowed to talk yet. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand and pulled you up until your face was level with his stomach, lifting you off his boot as well. 

“I think we need another lesson in respect and obedience. When I tell you I’m busy working, what do you do?” 

“I wait until you’re done, sir.” You said obediently. 

“That’s right.” He stared down at you, his cold gaze making you shiver. “Who do you belong to?” 

“You, sir.” You whispered and his hand suddenly released your face to strike your cheek, a loud, resounding slap filling the room. 

“Speak up.” He growled, roughly fisting your hair to turn you back toward him. 

“You! I belong to you, sir.” You sobbed, feeling so overwhelmed with pain and the burning need for release. When he leaned down over you and spat on your face, you closed your eyes with a whimper, prompting him to slap you again. 

“Take off your panties.” He demanded, making you falter. You averted your gaze as a dark blush painted your cheeks. He pulled his leg away from you and looked down at his boot, scoffing at the glistening leather. With his grip on your hair, he forcefully pushed your head down until your face was hovering over his shoe. “Clean up your mess, whore.” 

You let out a choked sob and he released you to lean back in the chair. Knowing he would only get more impatient, you reluctantly stuck your tongue out and began licking his boot. The leather mixed with your arousal was a terrible combination, but you forced yourself to keep going. 

When you heard a zipper and then some movement, you tried to look up to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t see anything at this angle. You could, however, hear him spit on his hand and start slowly stroking his cock. You mewled quietly, but that went ignored by him… as did your squirming. 

“Clean the other one while you’re at it.” He ordered. You whined loudly in displeasure, not wanting this humiliation to get even worse. But you knew you had to obey if you wanted to save yourself from further punishment. 

Once you started licking his other boot, the previous one lifted and settled on the back of your head, pushing your face into the smooth leather that was already slick with your spit. You let out a strangled whimper, but he just pushed down harder. 

“Maybe this will help you remember your place.” He commented offhandedly. 

He didn’t move his boot from the back of your head for a while, but finally, he was pulling you back up, keeping his hand in your hair as he rapidly fisted his cock in front of your face. When you moaned and tried to surge forward, he tightened his grip and yanked you back almost painfully. “Disobedient sluts don’t get the privilege of sucking my cock.” He spat, making you whine quietly. His pace got impossibly faster while more and more sounds started slipping out and you had to squeeze your thighs together to try and alleviate the ache between them. 

When the first rope of come shot out and landed on your face, you were startled, but you quickly recovered and opened your mouth, hoping to catch some on your tongue. He grunted quietly as he painted your face with his seed, making you moan wantonly. Once his orgasm finally finished, he let out a satisfied breath and panted for a moment, releasing his cock and loosening his grip on your hair. 

“Go clean yourself up.” He ordered gruffly, voice still thick with arousal.

“But…” Your cunt was still aching— Was he really just going to leave you like this? “Sir..” You whimpered pitifully. 

“You’re already not coming today. Keep it up and I’ll make it tomorrow too.” You frowned in response, but lifted yourself onto shaky legs to go do what he said, not wanting to risk prolonging your much needed relief any further. 

[ssweetleaf]

graphic nature.

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

raymond leon x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

But not today, it seemed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stayed silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a chance.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Again, say it again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned, choking out your words between breaths.

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

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

It frustrated you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[tf-boi]

Game Over

(Here's a story from one of the polls I made a while back. I hope you enjoy ;) The premise is me and my boyfriend keeps getting cock blocked by his little brother but tonight I get my revenge.)

"Mmmmm mmmmm" moaned Raymond making out with his boyfriend Sean. As they undress eachother their cocks became erect and rubbed against eachother.

Sean pulled off Raymonds underwear and released his musk into the room. With much anticipation he moves in on his meal. Suddenly a scream is heard.

"GODDAMMIT!!" Shouted Tony, Sean's brother, from across the hall. Raymond and Sean paused, kocked back into reality. They grinned and resummed. But as Sean began sucking Raymond off another scream echo'd. "MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Tony has been on a losing streak on his online game and nightly his loud screams would interupt Raymond and Sean's fun. The pair took another look at eachother when suddenly another scream was heard. "You guys suck!"

"Forget it! Moods killed . . ." Sean said tossing his hands in the air.

Raymond rolled his eyes "He's been like this NIGHTLY for a whole month. I'm gonna. . ."

Before Raymond could finish his thought Sean put his finger on his mouth. "Its okay Ray Ray, he'll probably fall asleep soon. . . We'll try again then."

"Uggghhhhh. . . But I'm already turned off by his screams."

"Damn. . . Guess we'll try again tomorrow. . ."

Raymond lied in bed annoyed. He wanted to get back at Tony for cock blocking him these passed few weeks. As Sean got up to go into the shower, Raymond saw that Sean was taking his phone with him. He then hatched a scheme knowing that his boyfriend is gonna be in there for at least an hour, when Sean takes his phone in he spends most of the time watching videos and laughing at memes so he had plenty of time.

As soon as Sean closed the door Raymond quietly got up and walked into the hallway in the nude. He approached Tony's room with a spare key they had incase of emergencies and unlocked his door. Raymobd peeked in and saw Tony shouting at his screen with his noise-canceling headphones on. "Perfect he can't hear me. . .little brat" he thought as he approached his prey. As he got behind Tony he realized he was playing naked, his computer and several screens heating up the room causing him to be too hot and stripped down. Raymond almost drooled as he grabs Tony all of a sudden. Tony's focus on his game was his downfall as Raymond rippes him from his chair and bent him over his bed.

"What the fu-" Tony tried to scream however Raymond covered Tony's mouth with his hands. Raymond pulls out Tony's 'lucky' butt plug from his ass and shoves his cock in. Tony tried to scream put Raymond put his hand over gis throat turning them hollow. Tony was confused as his body began to warm up with a lustful sensation. He stopped struggling as he fell to his bed almost succumbing to his fate, drooling as his mind goes blank. Raymond began focusing on the shape he wanted as Tony's limbs began to shrink and sink into him. His neck expanding as what looked like forskin surrounds his head. His body going from a flat human body to a thick round shaft. Raymond grabbed a pair of Tony's underwear and sniffed it as his victim slowly shrinks. Veins appearing as he throbbed. Soon Tony took his final shape as a thick juicy cock, Raymonds normal pubic hair changing to the light purple color of Tony's hair.

"Thats what you get for cock blocking bitch!" Raymond exclaimed in joy. He rubbed his new cock admiring his work. "Oh looks like you added a whole 6 inches! Thanks a lot bro!" Raymond began to jack off moaning in joy having to hold in his load nightly. Days of having to fuck various coworkers and clients in the office bathroom are now coming to an end. His jerking off was cut short as he heard an annoyed voice. "Ahem . . . What do we have here?" An annoyed Sean came into Tony's room. "B-babe?! You're done fast!" Raymond stuttered.

"I was out of shampoo so I just rinsed my body off" Sean said tapping his foot "I said not to do anything. What the hell man".

"Well. . . I was mad and couldn't think straight. Besides his mind is blanked out for at least another hour. So we can finally fuck in peace."

Sean raised an eyebrow.

Raymond got on Tony's bed and spread his legs, Tony's dick body presented in all its glory. "You know you want us . . ." Raymond said full of lust.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Sure but as punishment I'm gonna do all the work. . . You have to stay still".

"Fine. . ." Raymond sighed. He wasn't opposed to having Sean do all the work but now he can't go all out like he wanted.

"Now lie perfectly still love" Sean said suggestively.

Raymond lied down with Tony fully erect, his partially conscious mind throbbing at the sight of his older brother. Sean opened his mouth and stuffed his face with Raymond's giant cock. "MMmmm MMmmmm" Sean moaned as he envelope's his former brother with his mouth. "God he tastes so good~!" Sean thought. He sensed Raymond's legs trying to wrap around him, but he raised his finger and wagged it side to side, telling him, 'No you are just my sex slave today, no moving'. Sean continued to deep throat the massive rocket before him as he also gave Raymond a hand job. "Slurp slurp, gulp" Sean moaned as he sucked in all of Raymond's precum. "Uhhh uhhhh . . ." Raymond felt his tip being licked so that Sean can taste his new cock, even feeling the tip enter his shaft a bit. Raymond gripped the bed as Sean continued to go down on him. Sean's lips tighten around Raymond's dick as he moved his head back and forth, until he slid Tony's cock body out of his mouth.

Sean enjoyed his boyfriend's new cock in his mouth long enough. He turned around and shoved Raymond's dick into his ass and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Raymond gripped Tony's bed and curled his toes as his boyfriend pounds his new dick full force with his plump bottom ass. "F-faster faster!" Raymond shouted as Sean tightened his ass cheeks and bounced up and down his former brother like a thick dildo. As Sean kept riding he felt himself fall over all of a sudden as Raymond couldn't hold back any longer. He got up and started fucking his boyfriend like a wild beast. "Uhhh uhhhh .. . no fair!" Sean moaned into the bed "But keep going!!!" He screamed as his ass gets destroyed by his boyfriend's new cock, underestimating how much length and girth his brother's body added to it when Raymond absorbed him. Raymond pounded Sean's ass faster and harder as the pair moaned. In the corner of Raymond's eyes he saw a pile of clothes Tony took off when he striped down. Raymond grabbed a sock and stuffed into Sean's mouth. Sean moaned as his ass gets destroyed with his brother's sock in him. The taste fill his mouth as the salty sweet feeling fills his mouth, with a hot mess filling his ass. Raymond grabbed Tony's underwear and gave it a big whiff as he fucked Sean. Sean cums multiple times, soaking Tony's bed with his seamen, however Raymond didn't care that his boyfriend finished, he kept fucking him until Raymond came 3 more times. After pounding his boyfriend for what felt like an hour, Raymond bent over his boyfriend and grabbed him as he released his load into Sean's ass. Gallons of cum fills his boyfriend's ass and expands his stomach. The pair kept cumming until they fall over and embrace. The two kiss and Sean looks at Raymond's now limp cock, cum still dripping out. "Looks like my little bro made a mess in me~" Sean said rubbing his stomach. The amount of cum in him made him look pregnant. "Yeah, I'm glad he was cock blocking us for so long, that release was amazing!" Raymond said stroking his cock.

All of a sudden Raymond's dick started moving a bit on his own.

"Uh oh, looks like Tony woke up babe!" Raymond snickered.

Sean bent over and gave Tony a little kiss on the tip. "Sorry little bro, your new body is amazing so you are gonna stay like that! At least until you made up for all the times you cock blocked us!"

Sean and Raymond snickered as they prepare for round two.

Tony stayed as Raymond's dick for several weeks where the pair fucked several times a day.

[akuma-tenshi]

nameless town and dreamsend inc. aren't sending their best

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hi darling! You' ve done incredible works! Could you please take a request for Raymond Smith with competency and size kinks?

Thank you for reading this 🩷🩷🩷

Thank you so much!

For once, I am so fucking happy with this but I really hope you like it. No pressure tags @yourwinchesterbros @rayslittlekitten @youflickedtooharddamnit

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Contains: Cannabis use, competency kink, size kink, oral sex (f receiving) P in V, fluff.

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Ray is good at everything he does

You watched as Ray carefully picked the flower away from its stem, placing it in the grinder before sealing it and twisting the top with practised, precise movements. Seconds later, he was softly sprinkling the finely ground herb on the rolling paper. Meticulous fingers placed the filter at the end and finally rolled the joint tight before he slid it in front of you. "There you go, Love."

He made his with the same precision, with the added addition of tobacco from a cigarette, and you sighed. "That shit will kill you know?"

He chuckled warmly and shook his head. "There's plenty of stuff that's going to kill me, and a good, old fashion fifty fifty is not one of them." He reached out, squeezing your knee lovingly before flicking on his lighter and lighting your joint, then his own. His eyes remained on you as you inhaled, and he waited until you puffed out a lung full of smoke before speaking. "Good?"

You nodded. "You always rolled good joints, even if you complain about the new school nonsense I like."

The weather was warm enough that all you needed to be comfortable was a blanket over your lap and Ray sitting next to you. He slung his arm around the back of the bench and over your shoulder, pulling you close as the smoke blew away in the wind. "This is nice."

He smiled. "Yeah, it is." You leaned into him, somehow, whether it be the way he dressed or the way he carried himself, he managed to make himself look so much smaller than he was. In truth, he was broad and tall, with all lean muscles and coiled strength, and without all the trapping of high society dress, he was an intimidating large man. "You look lost in thought." He had pressed his nose to the side of your face, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as he spoke.

"I'm just thinking about how hot your are with your shirt off, and how I'd kill for some hot chips." It was getting close to dinner time, the lights around the barbeque turning on as the sun set over the hill.

He sighed and pressed his lips to your temple. "I can get you some hot chips, then we'll see about the other thing."

He stood up and stretched out his hand, pulling you to your feet before walking you to the kitchen and sitting you on a stool at the bench. Everything happened like a dance, the cutting board came out, then the knife out of its block and the potatoes from their bag in the cupboard. He liked showing off, a small smile gracing his face as he cut the potatoes into perfect, even lengths while the oven preheated, knowing you were watching with wrapped attention at every movement of his long fingers.

"See something you like?" He was a smug bastard when he wanted to be.

You nodded. "Yes, delicious carbohydrates."

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip turning up into a smirk. "What did you call me?" There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as the chips entered the oven, and he was walking over to you with a swagger in his step. "They'll be ready in forty minutes, how about I get some wagyu out of the freezer too?"

You nodded and placed your hand on his cheek. "I would like that." He leaned down and kissed you, his beard scratching your skin as his lips sealed on yours. He pulled away, brushing a stray hair from your face as he looked down at you lovingly. You craned your head and pecked his jaw. "You know what else I'd like?"

He smirked, his face lightening up as he shook his head. "Dinner before dessert, Love"

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Dinner was lovely, Ray had once again outdone himself, everything was perfect. The quiet moments like this were the best parts of the day, with him stealing glances at you every time he thought you weren't looking. You talked about your day and Ray his, and with dinner done, you moved to the couch. It didn't take long for you to climb onto his lap, and he smiled into a kiss as you pushed his mustard yellow sweater off his broad shoulders. His hand found your face, and he fiddled with the buttons on your shirt, each one popping open with care.

He used his body weight to lift you off him and spin around, taking your hand and leading you up the staircase, stopping to press you into the railing so he could kiss you. It was only a short intermission, but it left you breathless nonetheless, and by the time you were through the threshold of your shared bedroom, you were ready to sink to your knees.

He stopped you with a smirk, and you raised your eyebrow. "What gives?"

He ran his finger down your sternum and leaned in close, his lips bumping yours as he spoke. "I want dessert."

You blinked. "But…"

He shook his head. "No buts, get on the bed."

You huffed, but you couldn't hide your smile. "You are a terrible husband, depriving me like this."

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he laughed, lifting your hand to his chest to lay over his heart. "You wound me."

You use the excuse to remove his button down. "Yes, and you deny me."

He shook his head as he stripped off the rest of your clothes and walked you backwards towards the edge of the bed. "I could never deny you anything." He was gazing down at you with such deep affection that it almost hurt. "Can I put my mouth on you now?"

You nodded, laughing as you pulled back with you onto the bed. He kissed his way down your body, stopping at your breast to give each one attention before continuing on his journey. His massive hands ran down your legs, lifting them up on his solid back as he settled on his belly on the bed. He kissed the insides of your thighs, each kiss soft and reverent as he made his way closer to your core.

He licked you from entrance to clit, and you gasped out his name as your hips bucked. He stilled for a moment, throwing one forearm over your hips so you couldn't twitch away and wiggling down so he was keeping your legs apart with his shoulders. He began in earnest when he knew you couldn't shift away from his seeking mouth, closing his lips around your clit while his other hand reached up to play with your breast, and despite the lack of his weight on your body, you felt utterly covered by him.

He was moaning like you were the one getting him off, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you with each pass of his tongue. The edge inevitably appeared, and you lifted your hand from his hair to cover your mouth to avoid what would have been a wail, then everything stopped, and he was looking up at you with both expectation and concern. He lifted his arm off your hip and reached up, wrapping it around your wrist as he brought it downwards. He pressed his wet lips to the very centre of your palm before placing it flat on the bed and smiling softly. "Don't hide anything from me."

He didn't give you time to respond, returning right back to his mission with even more vigour this time. It didn't take long for the peak to crest again, and you found yourself falling into what seemed to be endless bliss as he licked you through it. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before pulling away and wiping his face with his hand. "Thank you, Love."

You reached out, rushing to free him from his pants, pushing them and his boxers down in one go before spreading your legs to accommodate him. His lips found yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist as you reached down to grab his cock so you could guide it inside you. Without the help of his fingers, it was a stretch, and you buried your face in his neck as he took over when you got too overwhelmed.

It must have been a lot for him too, because he was wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up to sit in his lap, your chest pressed to his as he slowly rocked his hips upwards. He pressed his forehead to yours as you shared a breath, his eyes locked to yours as he picked up the pace. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on."

You felt so close to him like this, his considerable arms wrapped around you as he held you tight. You could feel his body rippling with each movement until he adjusted again and one hand left you back in favour of rubbing your clit. "Come on, my Darling, I can feel how close you are."

Your teeth latched on the meat of his shoulder as you came, pulling him with you as his rhythm faltered. You stayed like that for a time, catching your breath while his lips lay on your temple. Eventually, you parted and he pulled you with him as he laid down, brushing your sweat stuck hair from your face as you rested your head over his heart. "That was lovely."

He smiled lazily. "Yesn it was." He rubbed your nose with his, then kissed you. "I love you."

You took his face in your hand, and he fought the urge to nuzzle into your palm. "I love you too Ray."

Fin