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Cillian Murphy as Raymond Leon IN TIME (2011) dir. Andrew Niccol
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Cillian Murphy as Raymond Leon IN TIME (2011) dir. Andrew Niccol
In Time (2011) dir. Andrew Niccol
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Been working on this for a while, because I was so busy the last few months. I thought about doing this, just because the game is standing around in my home, so why not try this out. Just let me know if yall like it and if I should continue that
✨TGS WIP ANIMATIC THING?✨
The Mind Electric- Miracle Musical
"You really don't know, do you? Everyone can't live forever. Where would we put them? Why do you think there are time zones? Why do you think taxes and prices go up the same day in the ghetto? The cost of living keeps rising to make sure people keep dying. How else could there be men with a million years while most live day to day? But the truth is... there's more than enough. No one has to die before their time. If you had as much time as I have on that clock, what would you do with it?" | "I'd stop watching it. I can tell you one thing. If I had all that time, I sure as hell wouldn't waste it." In Time (2011) dir. Andrew Niccol
Day 2837 of asking you to post something with stepdad Raymond we ain't giving up even in 2026 😂😭
I attempted some hcs since I haven’t been able to write literally anything in days💀 This is what came out of it skdhsk
(Warnings: step-cest, age difference duh, innocence kink, corruption kink?, sex stuff)
Stepdad!Raymond who… pretends he hates the way you have him wrapped around your little finger. Truthfully, he likes giving you whatever you want and making you happy. He can still be stern with you when he needs to, especially if it involves a punishment, but most of the time he can’t say no to you.
STEALING TIME
(Raymond Leon x Fem Reader) 18+
Oneshot
Word Count: 4107
Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Orgasm Denial, Oral (M Receiving)
Author’s Note: Hiya! It’s been a while, January is quite the chaotic month for me. But I’ll be more active again soon! This character was actually a request from someone a while ago, it took a while (I apologize) but here it is! Hope y’all enjoy! :) (Inspo: xvcrstl)
Y/N Y/L/N was a notorious thief. To make it through each day, she had no option but to take time from others. While in the process of transferring a poor man's stolen time to herself, the Timekeeper Raymond Leon appeared. Y/N attempted to run, but it was futile. Without any hesitation, Raymond seized her, pinning her face down on the hood of his vehicle.
She fought against his hold, trying to pull her arms free. “Let me go! I’m innocent!” she yelled.
Raymond maintained his firm grip, his strength easily overpowering her. However, he smirked at her defiance.
“Save your energy, darling. I know all about your little schemes. You're anything but innocent.”
She growled upon hearing the click of the handcuffs around her wrists, yet Y/N refused to surrender, trying her best to wriggle free from his hold.
“Hey! They’re too tight! Loosen them!”
Raymond chuckled, giving the cuffs an additional tug just to watch her squirm. “Too tight? That's rich coming from a thief who drains people dry. Maybe if you'd used your time more wisely instead of stealing it,” he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “you wouldn’t be in this position.”
“And is this your idea of spending time ‘wisely’? Capturing an innocent woman?” she retorted with a scoff.
Raymond rolled his eyes at her remark, a glimmer of amusement evident in them. He lifted her from the hood, forcing her to stand with her back facing him. His gaze was calculating, assessing her figure from behind.
“Tell me something darling, do you think playing dumb will work on someone who knows exactly how many seconds you stole from that poor bastard in the alley?”
She shrugged her shoulders, her voice dropping, “That wasn’t a poor bastard…he deserved it.”
She gasped when Raymond shoved her forward, opening the back door of his car. “Hey! Easy!” she shouted.
Raymond did not even react to Y/N’s protest. Instead, he gently pushed her into the backseat with practiced ease. He leaned in after her, one hand resting against the doorframe as he looked down at her.
“Deserved it?” he questioned, his smirk turning sharper. “So we’re admitting guilt now? That’s convenient.”
He reached for his radio, his voice becoming more serious. “I got her. I’m bringing her in.” With one last look at her, he slammed the door shut.
Y/N flinched at the sound of the door slamming, her eyes never leaving his figure as he spoke into the radio outside. She observed him closely, noting his slick dark hair, black leather jacket, and sharp jawline. In that moment, she did not mind that he was the one who had arrested her.
Raymond caught her gaze through the window, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He lingered for just a moment too long before turning away to slide into the driver's seat.
The engine roared to life as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, his pale blue eyes sharp yet something else flickered beneath them.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think you wanted to get caught.”
She chuckled softly at his remark, leaning forward in her seat. “Can I ask your name?” she inquired, her voice now impossibly soft.
Raymond's grip on the steering wheel tightened ever so slightly at the question. His gaze shifted back to the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing as he took her in.
"Raymond. Raymond Leon."
His voice was smooth and calculated, yet it carried an edge of curiosity. “And don’t bother telling me yours, I already know it.” he added.
She smiled, biting her lip for a moment before responding, her voice smooth and sultry, “Raymond…I like that, it suits you.” She scooted to the edge of her seat, ensuring she was as close to him as possible. “You know…Ray…I think there’s an easier way to solve this…”
Raymond's lips curled into a smirk at the use of that nickname. He could sense her presence closer behind him, and it required some willpower to maintain his focus on the road.
“Oh, is that so? And what exactly did you have in mind, darling?”
Y/N assessed him when she was confident he was observing her through the rearview mirror, before stating, “Well, I know that if you take me in there’ll be paperwork waiting for you, and no one likes to do that. So what if we just, handle everything right here…right now?”
Raymond let out a humourless laugh, although his eyes darkened with something considerably less professional. His fingers flexed against the steering wheel before intentionally turning onto a quieter side street.
"Paperwork? You think that’s what I’m worried about?"
The vehicle slowed to a halt as he turned off the engine and twisted in his seat, pinning her with an unreadable stare. "Or are you just trying to see how far you can push me?"
Y/N kept her face close to his, her eyes darting between his pale blue ones. “I don’t think I need to go very far. I know you want it Ray…” she whispered.
Raymond's breath caught for a brief moment, before his expression hardened once more. He leaned in closer, the leather seat creaking beneath him as he closed the distance between them.
“Careful.” he replied in a low voice, rough around the edges. "I don’t make mistakes when I arrest people...”
Her breath brushed against his face, her lips mere inches from his. “There’s a first for everything…” she murmured, her gaze flitting between his eyes and lips.
Raymond exhaled sharply through his nose, his restraint visibly cracking. A moment of silence passed before he abruptly yanked open the driver's side door and stepped out into the cold air. "Don’t move." he growled over his shoulder, but even as he spoke, there was a flicker in those eyes that betrayed him.
Y/N couldn't suppress the smile that appeared on her lips, a sense of triumph enveloping her as she moved to the seat beside her, pressing her thighs together in anticipation.
Raymond slammed the car door behind him, taking a brief moment to compose himself in the chilly air. His mind was in conflict with his body, professionalism clashing with something much more instinctual, something he'd long suppressed.
He could not ignore the impact she had on him, the way his heart raced within his chest. With clenched teeth, he forcefully opened the back door and met her gaze with a warning look.
She rolled her eyes at the warning reflected in his eyes, reclining in her seat.
“I’m not planning to escape, just come and sit next to me, Ray.”
Raymond's jaw tightened at her words, his fingers gripping the doorframe. For a brief moment, it seemed as though he might slam it shut once more, but then he let out a sharp exhale through his nose and settled into the seat next to her.
The air between them was charged with tension as he turned to face her completely, his expression darkening when he observed her thighs pressed tightly together.
"Don’t test me." he cautioned in a low voice.
Y/N responded with a smile at his words, then leaned forward and captured his lips in a fervent kiss. Raymond froze for a brief moment, but then his self-control crumbled. His hand moved swiftly to grasp the back of her neck, drawing her deeper into the kiss as if he had been starving for it.
“Damn you” he muttered against her lips, though there was no real anger in his tone. Only desire.
She took his bottom lip between her teeth as she slowly pulled away, gazing deeply into his eyes. “Care to take my cuffs off?”
Raymond's gaze was still filled with hunger, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across her skin. “No,” he replied, his voice hoarse and raw, “I like you just like this.”
He emphasized his words with a firm tug on her cuffed hands, drawing her nearer so he could seize her mouth in another intense kiss. Y/N returned the kiss eagerly, yet she was not willing to give up yet. She pulled back, searching his gaze. “I need the cuffs off, Ray. Tell me what you want me to do…I’ll do anything…” she nearly begged, looking at him with feigned innocent eyes.
His smirk only grew wider in response to her words. He knew exactly what he’d make her do. Leaning closer, his lips grazed the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Unzip my pants with your teeth,” he commanded, his voice rough as he continued, “If you make me come with your mouth…maybe I'll consider those cuffs coming off later."
She nodded slowly, adjusting her position and leaning down so that her face hovered just above his clothed erection. Her tongue sought out the zipper, capturing it between her teeth and pulling it down at a painfully slow pace.
His breath caught as he observed her through half-lidded eyes, his fingers twitching against the seat. The gradual drag of her teeth along the zipper sent a shock straight to his already throbbing cock.
"Fuck." he breathed, hips jerking upward involuntarily. "That mouth better not stop there."
His hand tangled roughly in her hair, not guiding her, just holding. Claiming.
His jaw tightened as Y/N skillfully pulled his pants down using only her mouth, the mere sight enough to elicit a groan from him. His cock twitched, already leaking just from watching her.
"Good girl," he rasped, fingers gripping her hair more tightly. "Now show me what that pretty little mouth can really do."
With the edge of his boxers caught between her teeth, she tugged them down to expose his erect shaft. A smile instantly spread across her face at the sight, her pussy already aching with anticipation.
“Ray…” she murmured quietly.
His whole body tensed, a sharp curse escaping his lips. The image of her, cuffed and grinning like the devil herself, made him throb painfully.
"Don’t just look," he growled, "Take it."
She wasted no time. Her eyes met his, maintaining eye contact as she let her tongue glide along the base, teasing him. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as his hips instinctively jerked upward. His hold on her hair became almost painful as he maintained her gaze, those pale blue eyes burning with need.
"That’s it, eyes on me," he instructed, “I want to see every tear when you start choking on my cock…”
Y/N let out a soft hum of agreement, keeping her eyes locked with his while enveloping the head with her lips. Her tongue danced around the tip, unable to resist his taste.
Raymond let out a low, guttural groan. He did not divert his eyes for even a second, he yearned to see every single reaction he could wrench from her.
"God, I should’ve caught you sooner…" he murmured huskily.
She suppressed a smiled at his comment, directing her attention to his cock instead. Gradually, she descended lower, taking in more and more of him into her mouth. However, just before she could take him completely, she withdrew, her tongue swirling over his tip again.
Raymond's fingers twitched against her scalp, his breathing coming in uneven gasps. He could feel the way she was teasing him, taking just enough to drive him wild before pulling back. "Oh you fucking-" his voice faltered as he tugged at her hair, forcing her to go deeper. "Stop playing and take it all."
Y/N’s eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed her head down onto him, a gag escaping her throat.
Raymond’s groan was pure filth as he felt Y/N’s throat flutter around him, his hips twitching in response. He held her in place for several agonizing seconds before finally pulling back just enough to allow her to breathe.
“Look at me,” he demanded roughly, “I to see your eyes water while I fuck that tight throat.”
She nodded quickly, keeping her eyes locked with his. “Yes Raymond…”
That was all the confirmation he needed. Keeping her head steady, he began to move his hips, thrusting into her mouth.
She moaned as the tip of his cock repeatedly nudged the back of her throat. She did a great effort to keep her eyes open while gazing up at him, already feeling tears streaming down her cheeks.
His breath escaped in ragged growls, his grip on her hair becoming painful as he observed the tears cascading down her cheeks. The mere sight of it caused him to lose control, his thrusts growing rougher and deeper.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, “taking me so fucking well...you better swallow everything I give.”
Y/N’s longs burned for air, her jaw ached, yet her gaze never wavered. When she did close her eyes for less than a second, a particularly forceful thrust of his hips reminded her of his command.
Even as she choked and neared unconsciousness, she kept her eyes on him, just as he instructed. He was completely captivated by her, by her obedience, her willingness to comply with his every request. It drove him insane, making him want to keep her all to himself, to have her at his mercy all the time.
“I’m close, darling…I’m so fucking close…” he whispered between heavy breaths.
She moaned on his cock again, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. She could feel his shaft twitch and swell inside her mouth, on the verge of release.
Raymond's whole body tensed, his hold on her hair becoming unyielding as his hips stuttered. A loud, gutteral groan tore from his throat. His release hit hard, pulsing down her throat in thick spurts as he held her right where he wanted. “Fucking take it," he snarled, “every last drop.”
Y/N finally allowed herself to shut her eyes as she swallowed rope after rope, feeling the warmth travel down her throat. She only reopened her eyes and looked up at him after swallowing everything, pulling back just enough to catch her breath.
Raymond stared down at her with a hungry gaze. He appeared disheveled, his typically neat and slicked-back hair tousled and out of order. Yet, there was a sense of satisfaction about him, like a man who'd just claimed something he always wanted. He pulled her up, drawing her into his lap before crashing his lips onto hers in a passionate, fervent kiss.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him as their tongues intertwined.
He groaned against her lips, still recovering from his release, yet far from satisfied. He craved more of her, yearning to claim her properly. Suddenly, he seized her hips, lifting her and flipping her over, pinning her back against the seat.
“You know why they call you a thief?” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly as he settled over her, his knees straddling her waist.
She searched his gaze, arching her back towards him as she whispered with a playful smile, “Why?”
Raymond smirked down at her, his fingers trailing along the inside of her thigh, moving up her skirt before hooking under her underwear. “Because you steal time,” he stated, tugging sharply and pulling both fabric and skin towards him in one swift motion. “And right now? You’re about to steal mine too.”
His other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, still half-hard, and gave himself a rough stroke as he aligned himself against her dripping cunt.
Y/N bit her bottom lip, a shiver coursing up her spine as his head glided through her wet folds. “Yes…please…” she moaned softly, her breath already quickening.
He didn’t make her wait. With a single forceful thrust, he drove his hard cock into her, letting out a raw and unfiltered groan as he bottomed out inside her tight cunt.
“Fuck, fuck…,” he groaned, his hips already moving instinctively before he could restrain himself, “You feel way too good for the bad girl you are.”
His hand moved up to grasp her throat, serving as a reminder.
Y/N’s loud moans echoed within the car with each deep thrust, her eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure surging through her body.
“Oh fuck! Ray!”
He could no longer restrain himself. Not when Y/N was there, lying on her back beneath him, moaning for him, crying for him. She was like a drug, an addiction he wanted to immerse himself in until nothing remained. It was all that consumed him.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in another forceful kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with hers in a passionate dance. He captured every one of her moans with his mouth, his pace never faltering. Y/N was already experiencing that familiar tingle, knowing that she was nearing the edge.
Raymond was fully aware of his actions and the impact he had on her. His hand, which had been resting on her throat, moved to her jaw, forcing her face up to meet his. His lips lingered just a breath away from hers, his voice a low whisper, “Look at me. And listen.”
She was panting heavily, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes as she felt herself on the brink, ready to fall over the edge.
His smirk was almost cruel as he watched her teetering on the edge. He slowed his thrusts to an agonizing pace, just enough to keep her balanced on the edge, precisely where he desired her to be.
“Beg for it,” he ordered, his fingers tightening around her jaw, “or I stop completely.”
She let out a whine of protest, her legs trembling around him. She realized she looked pathetic, all her control gone. Yet, she was too far gone to care.
“Please…Ray…please let me come…” she pleaded, locking her gaze with his.
He groaned at her whiny plea, his own urge for release nearly overwhelming him. He continued to stare at her, his expression a blend of longing and need.
“Again,” he growled, “Louder, so I can hear how much you need to come.”
His piercing gaze left her feeling weak and exposed. Y/N sensed that she had no option but to comply with his demands, afraid of the consequences if she didn’t.
“Raymond…please…please! I need to come! Please let me come!!”
He growled in approval, a satisfied smirk appearing when she finally obeyed. Tightening his hold on her jaw, he kept her head angled up to observe her every expression. “Close your eyes.”
She gradually allowed her eyes to flutter shut, a gentle sigh escaping her lips. Raymond leaned down, his lips trailing up the column of her neck, his breath fanning her skin in hot pants. “Keep them shut,” he commanded, his movements coming to a complete halt.
Y/N let out a soft groan of protest as his hips stopped moving, grinding her hips on his cock to keep the friction. “Ray…please…” she whispered.
His hold on her hips became firmer, stopping her from moving. “Patience, darling…” he whispered gently, his voice barely rising above the sound of her heavy breathing.
Y/N kept her eyes shut as she waited in agony for him to move again. Suddenly, he moved his hands behind her back and lifted her up, making her gasp. He grinned as he positioned her in his lap, his hands gliding over her hips as he guided her right above him.
“Now,” he said softly, his gaze sweeping over her face, absorbing all her subtle expressions, “Take what you need, darling.”
She gradually opened her eyes, searching his gaze, uncertain if this was merely another one of his tricks. The uncertainty in her gaze caused Raymond's expression to soften just a bit, revealing a rare crack in his typically cold demeanor. His grip on her hips tightened, encouraging her to move. “It’s okay,” he said in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, “Just ride me until you come.”
A moment of silence lingered before he added, almost with reluctance, “Then I'll take off the cuffs.”
She gazed into his eyes for another second before closing her own again, and finally pursuing what she desired. She rode him fast, taking every inch of his cock into her pussy.
“Oh fuck…yes…” she moaned.
Raymond bit his lip to suppress a groan, but he couldn't stifle the low curse that escaped through clenched teeth. “Fucking hell…”
He moved one of his hands down her hip, his fingers pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves, moving in a circular motion as his eyes roamed over her face. He thrust his hips up, meeting her movements, driving both of them to the brink.
Y/N tilted her head back, her walls tightening around him as she accelerated her movements. The car shook, her moans likely loud enough to be heard through the entire street.
His body tensed completely as he sensed her walls clenching around him, his grip on her becoming nearly bruising. He released a ragged groan, his hips thrusting upward to meet hers with forceful movements. “Fuck, come for me,” he demanded through gritted teeth, “Right fucking now.”
His fingers pressed into her skin as if attempting to secure himself before the inevitable surge of pleasure. Y/N gasped and moaned as she suddenly crossed that bridge, experiencing a moment of blinding ecstasy. Her entire body trembled, the overwhelming pleasure unlike anything she had ever encountered before.
Raymond barely had time to register Y/N’s release before his own overwhelmed him. His hold on her became painful as he spilled inside her with a ragged groan, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.
“Jesus Christ…” he gasped, his head falling back.
She leaned forward, her chest pressed against his as she breathed heavily into his neck, still basking in the afterglow of pleasure. Raymond exhaled sharply as her weight settled against him, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. He was still attempting to catch his breath, still reeling from the intensity of it all.
After a long moment, he hesitantly reached for the cuffs and clicked them open with one hand, allowing them to drop onto the seat beside her.
“Don’t make me regret that.” he warned, his voice rough but lacking its usual bite.
Y/N brought her hands in front of her body, glancing down and rubbing her wrists where the cuffs had left red imprints. Her voice was now softer, still slightly breathless but more vulnerable, “Thank you…”
Raymond let out a huff, his fingers gently caressing the marks on her wrists, almost with tenderness. He looked at her, his gaze roaming over her face as the last few lingering effects of pleasure slowly faded.
She met his gaze, searching his eyes for a moment before whispering, “I’m sorry…”
Before he could respond, she snatched his gun from his leather jacket, pressing it against his head.
Raymond froze, yet there was no surprise on his face. Only a dark, calculating gaze as he slowly raised one eyebrow, looking up at her.
“You'd be making a mistake.” he stated, his voice low and dangerous.
She moved away from him, adjusting her underwear with her free hand while keeping her gaze fixed on him. “I can’t go to jail Ray…I…I can’t…”
She then grasped his wrist and turned it over. Initially, he believed she was stealing his time. However, when she let go of his arm, he found he had more than before. She had returned all the stolen time, leaving herself with very little.
Raymond stared at his wrist, observing the additional time now granted to his life. He gradually lifted his eyes to meet hers, a mix of shock and disbelief etched on his face. Never in a million years had he expected her to do something like this. He shook his head, his expression hardening once more.
“You’re an idiot,” he whispered harshly, “you should've run.”
Y/N smiled softly at his harsh tone, leaning in to capture his lips in yet another kiss.
“Never change, Raymond…” she whispered against his lips, before opening the car door, keeping the gun aimed at him.
He could not suppress the small sound of surprise that escaped his throat at her kiss. He attempted to lean forward, trying to follow her as she withdrew. “Where are you going?” he demanded, his voice filled with urgency.
She chuckled softly, taking a few steps back. “Miss me already, do you? Don’t worry…I’m sure we’ll meet again.” With those words, she tossed his gun back into the car, before turning and running away.
Raymond quickly got out of the car, staring after her with a mixture of disbelief and what might’ve been, for just the briefest of seconds, disappointment.