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mintspidey · 4 months

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passenger- ray toro

summary: either it was the budding chill in the air, or the wet dream you had about him, but you could not get ray toro out of your mind. going so far as to ignore him at every chance you got not only hurt him, but you as well. you couldn’t focus on anything, ray consuming every single facet of your brain. when gerard offers you straightforward advice, you actually consider his ramblings, no matter how useless he was when he came to his own love life. you weren’t sure if it was worth blurring the lines of friendship. but you did know that you couldn’t wait any longer.

author’s note and warnings: ray toro/gn!reader. friends to lovers, some frerard mentions, smut, porn with plot, oral sex (m receiving), dry humping, reader gets off on his leg while sucking him off, car sex, no reproductive parts of the reader mentioned, ray is HUNG. reader doesn’t suck they swallow.

“fuck… i’m so close…” you breathed out.

you rocked your hips, thighs straddling his waist. his large hands covered your back, gently pulling you into him as he threw his head back, exposing his neck. your lips latched onto the awfully bare looking skin under his jawline, planting open-mouthed kisses as his hips bucked into yours.

“fuck, i’m not gonna last if you kiss my neck like- ah- like that…”

you felt his pulse against your lips, nibbling on the skin against his collarbone. “then i better keep going, huh?”

he suddenly stopped moving. confused, you sat back up and looked at him, “what?”

“do you want to take a break?” he asked. you tilt your head, bewildered.

“no, do you?”

“do you want to take a break?” he repeated, his face deadpanning.

“what? what’s- going on, are you okay?” you were concerned. why was he acting like that?

his voice was louder this time, “do you wanna take a break?”

“no, i don’t, why do you keep asking me this?”

“do you want to take a break?” you pulled back into reality as ray’s voice broke the daydream you embarked on, not realizing how you had spaced out mid-rehearsal.

it was two in the afternoon, the chill in the air slowly seeping through the crevices of your bandmate’s basement door. chapped lips and a dry tongue had you croaking into your mic, audible gulps following each line of yours. you sweated through your flimsy shirt, shifting weights with the guitar on your neck pulling you down to the floor. restless fingers grasping stray strands of your hair to move them back into place every few seconds, making sure you looked presentable.

the distorted note on ray’s guitar rang in your ears before he muted it, leaning in your direction. the drums in the back trailed off as you practically heard frank’s eyes roll.

you roughed up your bottom lip from chewing on it like fodder. you needed to rip your hair out one follicle at a time. you wanted to scream. you wanted to slam this stupid guitar that strained your neck against the wall and storm out.

a sudden, strange pressure to be perfect in front of your bandmates took over you. before that week, you didn’t care if they saw you fuck up because you knew that they knew how good you are at what you do. you respected the band and the art just as much as they did.

did it have something to do with the sort-of life-changing information you received a few days ago? definitely not, you thought.

so why was it that when you and gerard grabbed coffee a few days ago, and he made a passing comment on the fact that ray, a good friend and the lead guitarist of your band, had a sex dream about you, you spat out hot coffee on his new jacket?

why was it that you had tuned out gerard whining over his ruined jacket because you were too busy trying to calm your heart rate?

why was it that that exact night, you dreamt about making out with ray in the backseat of his car, fogged up glasses, handprints, and all?

and why, of all that is good, did you tell gerard about this? he had not stopped teasing you about it, and it started to feel like he never would.

you could almost hear that sneaky little shit’s thoughts through his expressions- which ray was happily unaware of. gerard grabbed his mic, held it close to his open lips, and pressed his tongue against his cheek repeatedly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, mocking your dream.

it was bad enough that your brain decided to see ray, your bandmate, in such a new light, now you were daydreaming about dry-humping in the back of his car and being called out by gerard for doing so.

if you could kill anyone at this moment, it would be that fucker.

that was the fourth time you messed up at rehearsal. arriving late, sweaty and out of breath to practice wasn’t enough, apparently. it was as if you had to piss off your bandmates further. gerard and mikey’s house was fifteen minutes away from yours, but when you woke up five minutes before band practice, you barely had time to put on a decent outfit let alone eat something, before grabbing your backpack and bolting.

so, when you ran into the brothers’ basement, you were greeted by a symphony of annoyed groans and “finally!”s, unable to meet their eyes.

you wish you started off with tiny mistakes that didn’t matter too much. you wish. first, you missed your cue to sing. second, you simply forgot the lyrics.

and anyone who said third time’s the charm,was a liar, you soon realized. you spaced out mid-song staring at the boy in front of you, long curly hair framing his eyes, fanning out over his soft lips.

fuck, not now, you scolded yourself.

“guys, i’m so fucking sorry, i just…i don’t know what’s fucking wrong with me today-” you ducked your head, hands reaching for the guitar strapped around your neck to free yourself from the weight that felt unbearable at that point.

“i can think of a reason…” gerard quipped sing-songily, cocking an eyebrow at you.

the glare you threw at him was equally as charged, making him motion at his lips as if he were locking them up and throwing away the key.

“maybe you should take a break…” ray repeated, ignoring gerard and readjusting the strap around his shoulders. frank looked like he couldn’t wait for this conversation to be over so he could start playing again. mikey was quiet as usual; he was one of the more easygoing of the bunch. no drama, nothing.

you looked up at ray, guilt painting your visage as you exhaled slowly. you knew you need a break. you know he’s right of course.

you cannot blame yourself either. the fact that you both had sex dreams about each other makes you want to chew drywall. you promised yourself you would not ever fall for any of your bandmates, not even accidentally: a promise that seemed laughably doable after the first week of knowing them.

now that you actually noticed his every movement: the way his curls bounced, the way his fingers moved like butter across the fretboard, the way he could improvise the best melodies at the drop of a hat, the way he threw his head back while experimenting on the guitar that looked like it weighed nothing to him.

it was like there were permanent rose-colored glasses surgically attached to your face that emphasized every breath and blink of the hunk of a guitarist standing in front of you. thinking about him made you feel high, and you hated the amount of pleasure you derived just from recounting every feature of his.

you couldn’t look ray in the eyes. it was way too risky. what if you start giggling for no reason, or acting weird?

“i think i’ll… go home and take a nap. maybe that’s what i need.” you accepted defeat, rubbing your temples and bending over the couch behind you to grab your backpack.

“what you need is to get lai-”

“are you okay to perform tonight?” mikey asks, interrupting his brother, the only other guy to have his head screwed tight.

oh, right. the show.

amongst the whole sex dream fiasco, you had forgotten about all your responsibilities, including the gig you signed the band up for.

you nodded, “i’ll see you all at the gig tonight. i’ll be better, i promise.” you knew they would understand, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the massive weight of guilt crush your shoulders.

“do you need me to drop you off if you’re not feeling okay? It’s no big deal,” ray offered, about to take his guitar off his shoulders.

“no!” you shrieked. too loudly. gerard snickered in the back.

it was bad enough that you couldn’t even meet ray’s eyes, you didn’t think you could handle him driving you home, sitting so close to you, his legs spread apa-

“i can go by myself. you guys should rest up too. we have practiced enough i think… not you, gee, you could warm-up a bit.” you winked at him, hoping the playfulness in your voice didn’t sugarcoat your absolute hatred for him at the moment.

the speed with which you left the stuffy basement that smelled like beer breath, shocked you (you were far from athletic). you preferred working on your music and overanalyzing movies in your own time.

getting out in the open, fresh air made you feel much better. the growing distance from ray left you feeling empty almost like a dopamine detox would.

a slight sense of relief tagged along. the jersey air nipped at your nose as you squinted your eyes and buried your chin in your coat’s neck.

at least the headphones trailing from your ears to your backpack protected your ears against the sharp chill in the air. the thin, dark-wooded trees barely harbored leaves, forming nerve-like patterns against the dark-gray sky. the crunch beneath your converse soothed your nerves a bit as the effect of the numbing cold made you forget everything for a while. the next track in your mixtape undid all that.

it was the song you heard ray play the first time you met him.

this tall nerd in g’s basement, fooling around with his guitar to play what happened to be your favorite song. quietly humming along, toothy smile as he tried new variations of the underlying riff, shaking his head to the rhythm, huge hands knowing exactly what they were doing. the mild scent of lavender in the air as watched his fingers fly across the fretboard, being painfully obvious that you were watching him closely.

you didn’t think you remembered so much of that day. maybe you already had a thing for him, and you didn’t know it.

but how could you not? being in a band with someone who was as talented as ray made you want to become a better musician. plus, the word “crush” made you wince- it was so middle school. it was more than just physical with him.

he was always there for everyone: the responsible one, the one that made sure that when the two rowdy dumbasses, g and frank, were out of line, he fixed it. the one who made sure everyone’s input was considered.

there was no doubt that you found him the most attractive in the band; the mastery of his instrument had you obsessing over learning as much as you could from him. you would spend the most time with him than any other bandmate. sharing a cig when you could, even though neither of you were addicted to it like gerard or frank were, asking him to show you how to pinch the strings even when the band was on a break from rehearsal, him enthusiastically hearing everything you had to say about the most recent movie you saw. it was comfortable. you felt safe with him.

you just never realized how important he was in your life till that day. and that made you want to throw up.

he was just a guy. he was just some dude. he was just a man. he was just a friend.

by the time you entered your apartment to kick your shoes off and lie down on your bed, the words “just a friend” became jumbled sounds. even gaslighting yourself into believing something did not work.

was he ever just your friend?

you tried recounting every interaction with him: every time you walked to his apartment with a new movie stashed in your bag that he hadn’t seen, gifting him a mixtape you made for the songs you wanted him to listen to.

adjusting his glasses for him when they were slightly knocked to the side, grabbing and shaking his thighs when you were excited about something in a movie you liked.

huh, you weren’t completely blameless.

your dreaded gaze shifted from your ceiling to the clock on the wall at three pm. three hours until your gig.

three hours until you had to see him.

you let out a wail of agony into your pillow before kicking off your clothes and shutting your eyes for what you hoped would be fifteen minutes.

you woke up an hour later, groggy and nauseous from the ill-timed nap. you panicked for a few seconds before realizing you were on time for your show.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t played in front of people before. you had performed maybe fifteen shows with the rest of the boys for even bigger bars than you were about to tonight.

but of course, that night was different, because you would carry the curse of knowing you liked someone you should not be liking.

he was your bandmate. mixing business with pleasure was never a good idea, from the countless movies you had seen with ray himself. you knew this was a bad idea. but something about wanting something you cannot have just made it more enticing.

you did know not to let this interfere with the show. your work was always the bigger priority; not some stupid crush that was probably just a temporary effect of the dream.

after tripping on your way to your bathroom sink, you splashed cold water on your face to snap yourself out of sleep. an all-black ensemble; a tank top and jeans; to go with the slightly expensive shoes you saved up for was enough self-decor. you weren’t a fan of showing skin: usually seen with sweaters or cardigans and sweatpants, but you didn’t mind it for performances. especially that night.

yawning and climbing through your clothes, you dragged the tip of the eyeliner over your eyelids and on your waterline before taking your finger and smudging it. you were glad that this sort of rushed make-up satiated your desire to look good. gerard or frank, on the other hand… they went all out.

but to your pure disappointment, it had only been ten minutes.

well, fuck.

when you met your band after that disaster of a rehearsal, you made your ability to make gold out of pure shit work wonders for you. an annoying smile on your face and a strong avoidance of any eye-contact with ray had you at the perfect headspace for the performance.

even when he said hi to you, you simply nodded at him and turned your attention to your guitar in the green room, practicing and focusing on the technique and the order of the chords.

the turnout was more than you had expected. as much as you hated to admit it, gerard was the best frontman, frankie headbanged his way through the show, mikey and ray played next to and off of each other, engrossed in their performances. your stiff, focused posture received multiple side-eyed glances by your bandmates, especially mikey, but you couldn't care less

you didn’t miss cues, you remembered the lyrics, and you, surprisingly, improvised on your solo. just a little more than the bare minimum. you could work with that. you just wanted that night to end as fast as possible.

but of course, just like everything else, gerard had to make your life harder.

your attempt to drink yourself to normalcy didn’t pan out. as soon as you sprinted to the bar to get a drink (or ten) in you, you heard gerard talk about a “kickback” at his place. an afterparty, he explained. it wasn’t like you could tell him no, you lived fifteen minutes away from him, and more importantly, he could sniff out a lie when he needed to.

when you saw gerard sneak out after the show to the band’s van, you followed him, ready to confront him and get away from the crowd yelling and screaming around ray, frank, and mikey.

gerard leaned against the van, lighting up a cigarette, the flame casting a dim orange hue over his face. you catch up to him and flick the back of that idiot’s head.

“ow! the fuck was that for?” he exclaimed, trying to hit you back on your arm, but you were already away from his reach.

“you know exactly what that was for!” you yelled, slamming back into the van's door, sulking, turning to the left to stare daggers into your cherry-haired friend’s face.

“tell me the truth. did you tell ray about my dream?”

“that’s what you’ve been worried about? no, you freak!” gerard scowls, “you know i don’t gossip!”

“then why did you tell me ray’s secret?” you counter.

“because it wasn’t a secret! the others know about it too! he told them!”

“but he didn’t tell me, you asshole. that’s what makes it a secret.” you seethed, trying to flick his forehead.

he covered his head with his hands trying to swat yours away, “okay, alright i fucked up! he just didn’t make it seem as big a deal as you did, so i thought it was okay to tell you.”

oh.

you went back to stand with your back against the van, the cool metal suddenly sending sharp shivers down your spine. a rude reality check. your lungs flattened, a blunt punch to the gut making you instantly nauseous. why did you not think about that? of course it wasn’t a big deal to him. you guys were friends after all. just friends.

the older man, noticing the obvious change in energy, tried covering up, “maybe he wanted us to tell you because he was too scared to tell you himself..”

you stayed quiet, leaning against the car window, letting the chill in the night envelop your sweaty skin. the adrenaline rush of having performed seemed to have crashed as you felt your feet turn jelly.

gerard blew smoke out, ashing it between the two of you. the smell of tobacco and nicotine enveloped you, almost like a comforting hug amidst the sharp twinges of the wind.

gerard extended his cigarette to you, “i’m sorry.”

you didn’t speak. the cigarette fit perfectly between the gap of your index and middle finger, like it was crafted for your digits, you realized, sipping it slowly.

the slow burn of the smoke in your lungs almost made you want to choke almost instantly, but you fought back, blowing out the cloud of cancer.

“i think i see why you smoke… you probably go through this every day with frank, huh?” you tried pullingyour friend’s leg, earning a swift punch on your arm.

“you’re a dick.” he said, choking out smoke, clearly surprised by the sudden jab at the state of his pathetic love life.

“you love me.” you stated with a smile, sucking the last of the cigarette before crushing it under your feet and dragging open the door of the van. “when are we going to learn?”

“before we die, i hope.” he answered you, climbing into the passenger seat.

before you knew it, mikey, ray, and frank ran back to the car, a chorus of laughter following them. you straightened up at the sound of ray’s voice and hoped to god he doesn’t sit next to you in the car.

god, however, seemed to have a personal vendetta against you because mikey decided to drive, leaving only you and ray in the backseat.

frank, for some reason, decided not to come with. said he was “busy.”

99% chance he was about to hook up with a dude whose name frank wouldn’t remember the next morning. scratch that, he definitely already forgot. you admired frank for his ability to fuck randos in bars and then forget about them the next morning. anonymous orgasms, he called them. as much as you hated it, you wanted to be like him. be carefree. be selfish. not some loser who, through the fault of their idiot, red-haired friend, developed a possibly destructive crush on their band member which would absolutely interfere with their day-to-day activities.

ray scooted into the backseat, telling mikey to turn the radio on as he rolled down the window near him, “i feel fuckin alive right now.”

“i know, those cheers had crack in ‘em. not one heckler either!” gerard added with an overtrying smile, clearly trying to recover from the fact that frankie was about to fuck a complete stranger, a whole year after their (secret) one night stand.

you felt ray look at you from the corner of your eyes but told yourself he was looking at your window.

you liked lying to yourself.

he shifted further in your direction and casually laid a hand out. a move so subtle, it would’ve seemed normal to the naked eye. a guitarist stretching his fingers after a show wasn’t uncommon, certainly not questionable. but you. you knew exactly what he was doing.

and you did not care for it.

“he didn’t make it as big a deal as you did.” why. why. why did you do this to yourself.

if it were acceptable, you would have hit yourself but you didn’t because you had to look like you didn’t care. you had to look like you didn’t care that ray could tell you were bothered without you having to say a word. you didn’t care that he was caring and still wanted to talk to you after the way you treated him.

and you loathed yourself for it.

he was nice to everyone. he was observant with everyone. right?

ray, however, did not remove his hand from near your thigh, almost bumping into your leg multiple times as the car rode over bumpers.

“drive properly, way!” you barked, looking back at the buildings and cars whooshing by in a blur.

you tried your hardest not to be part of any conversation by sulking into your seat so much that you hoped you would turn invisible.

by the time you reached gerard’s place, you were positive you wanted to drink yourself into the next morning because you did not want to remember anything. having a crush never bode well with you, and you were starting to think that it would never.

you were the first one at the cooler in his basement to fish out two beers and camp on the right end of the couch. the soft, sinking cushions had you exhaling in relief as you cracked open the beer.

ray, mikey, and then later, gerard filtered into the room, taking seats on the floor, or the ottoman.

and of course, ray sat on the small couch. right next to you.

his thigh pressed up against yours, his (huge) hands covering his knees as he shifted back and forth to make himself comfortable. g threw him and mikey a can each before perching on the ottoman and turning the tv on.

as you chugged the beer, you ignored the heat radiating off ray’s body; the scent of cologne mixed with sweat from tonight’s performance made you straighten your posture. there was a dull throb between your legs from the sudden contact he made, but of course, you did what you did best.

ignored it.

the more you drank, however, the harder it became to ignore it. so much so, that you crossed your legs and leaned away from him onto the armrest for some well needed friction.

then, ray spilled beer on his pants.

it was an accident. ray was fixated on the tv— some cheap horror flick that g thought would be hilarious to make fun of. ray, no matter how tall and buff, was a pussy. so when that jumpscare hit and instead of laughing like g and mikey, his body jerked, he spilled his whole drink on his pants, muttering a string of “fuck”s that caught g’s attention over the loud volume of the tv.

“oh, toro, don’t tell me you fucked up my couch!” gerard whined, again, getting up from his seat, flailing his arms.

“dude, i’m sorry, i wasn’t expecting to jump..” ray trailed off, rising to his feet to look down at his pants. mikey tugged ray’s arm to the door, “come on, i have some clothes you can wear.”

gerard, noticing that you looked… off, offered you a water bottle from the cooler. you chugged the bottle, cherishing the moisture that your dry throat needed and looked at your friend whose gaze bathed you in such pity that you wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

“it’s that bad, huh?”

you dropped your head in his lap, groaning and getting back up to lay across the couch, “g, i don’t know what to do with myself.”

“you were normal a few days ago, why can’t you just... be normal again?” he questioned, humor coating his voice.

“you’re saying that? miss i-wanna-fuck-frank-so-bad-i’ll-sit-through-him-fucking-the-whole-town-before-me?” you snapped, in no mood to joke around.

“touche. i’ll just go fuck myself, i guess.” he got up to walk back to his seat, genuinely sounding hurt.

“i was kidding, g. please tell me what to do. please?” you begged, hoping he would notice the sincerity of your words.

gerard pretended to think about his options for a moment before sitting back down, “fine, only because you asked nicely.” you sat up, ready to hear genuine advice.

“you need to tell him.”

“you have ten seconds to get the fuck away from me before i kil-”

“think about it!” he prefaced, “the longer you let your crush on ray stew, the more painful it’s going to be. just tell him and get it over with!”

not that gerard didn’t have a point, but it’s that you wanted a simpler, less confrontational way of solving this problem.

“what if it makes things awkward?” you whined, sulking your shoulders.

“you know ray doesn’t care about any of that right? he’s like the calmest person on the planet, and he cares about you.” gerard informed, walking back to his seat at the sound of crescendoing footsteps.

ray entered the basement before mikey, a new pair of pants that looked strange at first.

he was in grey sweats, mikey’s clearly, they hugged his legs and rode up at his ankles but he didn’t seem to mind. the moment he walked under the light, your eyes immediately threw their focus on gerard who was also looking back at you, noticing the obvious elephant in the room.

jesus fuck, was he hung. it was hard not to stare at the obvious dickprint against the cotton fabric of his sweats. gerard let out a “look at that” whistle, knowing exactly what was going through your mind.

“these are kind of tight, huh?” ray addressed, to nobody in particular, stretching his legs and adjusting the fabric around waist. a jolt of energy traveled between your legs as you watched him adjust himself in those pants.

gerard, tired of your pussyfooting, talked to you directly, “you wanna go home already?”

huh?

you looked up at him, confused, trying to figure out what was cooking in his head, “what? when did-”

“aww, shucks. i wish you could stay longer. well, i guess ray will have to drive you home since you’ve had a beer already!” he was bad at being subtle, to say the least.

what. the. fuck.

your eyes widened. you wanted to punch that fucker’s face in so bad. you weren’t ready. especially after what you saw.

“yeah, totally, um. are you okay with that?” ray asked you, his lips looking pinker than ever. almost like he was begging you.

no. no. no. nope. you were not-

“sure!” your mouth had a mind of its own.

-you were going with him.

gerard smiled sickly sweetly at you before turning off the tv and walking towards the door, a sign for everyone else to get the fuck out. you flipped him off before turning to ray and walking ahead of him so that you did not see. that.

you couldn’t get the image out of your head. sweet, guitar-nerd ray, had a huge-

“good job performing today.” ray muttered, looking down at you, breaking your horny train of thought.

“oh! uh, thanks. and you were uh-” fuck, quick think of a word, “breathtaking.”

great going, idiot. if he didn’t already know before, he definitely knows now.

“that is the first time anyone has ever used that word for me,” he chuckled, “but thanks…” his voice that was usually husky and light, now levering lower than usual.

at that moment, you wished for any god out there to take you. the embarrassment was too much.

crickets chirped in the starless night as the two of you walked through the stone-laid path between grass. your tank top was purely decorative at that point, doing barely any work to protect you from the cold. ray, a gentleman, noticed you shiver, and of-fucking-course offered you his jacket.

“won’t you be cold?” you asked through chattering teeth, hugging yourself.

“nah, im wearing a thick shirt underneath. you might as well be naked right now,” he commented, eyeing your tank top.

a furious blush rose to your cheeks at his comment. something about the way he said it, made your breath hitch, as if it implied that he had consciously thought about you naked.

ray stopped to give you his zip-up hoodie as he tore it off his torso, the hem of his tight black shirt riding up to reveal the tuft of hair trailing down his underwear. you gulped involuntarily as you watched him adjust his shirt underneath and place the jacket around your shoulders. you never realized just how tall he was before he towered over you; your eyeline was at his chest.

fuck, this wasn’t helping the butterflies in your stomach.

you thanked him, trying not to look into his eyes too much before walking to his car. ray took a beat before starting toward his car again, almost as if he was waiting for something.

his car was new— well, as new as a second-hand car could be—painted in jet black with the plate reading “jet-star” some reference to his favorite comic book series. you chuckled under your breath before climbing in, trying to warm up fast so that you wouldn’t need his stupid jacket anymore, with his stupid scent of soap, cologne, and sweat, and the stupid warmth that you definitely wanted to steal from him.

you tapped your feet nervously against the floor of the car, as if that would get you closer to your apartment somehow.

ray walked over to the driver’s seat, mirroring you and strapping on his seatbelt. he was huge. no, not just like that, but physically. larger than you in every aspect. as his fingers reached for his keys, you noticed his pants shift, igniting every dirty thought in your mind.

fuck. fuckity fuck.

“you comfy?” he asked, looking behind the car. you nodded, noticing that he placed his hand on the back of your headrest and started to back up.

you didn’t know whether it was him leaning so close to you, or the hand he threw over your seat, but your stomach would be a gold medalist gymnast for the sheer amount of times it flipped. you noticed the freckles he had, somehow more prominent under the dim orange light of his car, forming miniature constellations on his face. you were well aware that you were staring but you didn’t care anymore.

it was better you told him. you had been this way for two days already, and your condition was only getting worse. it was like ray had cast a love spell on you, and you couldn’t get rid of it no matter what you tried distracting yourself with.

ray’s eyes flickered to your face, previously brown now hazel under the light. you had never felt safer in your entire life as you did then.

he broke into a smile, “what? is there something on my face?” he asked, his left hand flying to his cheek gauging for something to pluck out.

you shook your head, edge of your lips curving up in fondness, “you know, you’re really pretty.”

instantly, he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly taken aback, “huh-what? where is this coming from? did you drink too much? you know you’ve been acting weird all day, what’s with yo-”

it was time, “g told me, you know.”

he tilted his head, like he was trying to recall what you were talking about, “about wha-”

your heart was in your throat, every beat vibrating your torso. it was then or never.

“the fucking sex dream, toro.” you deadpanned, sitting up and facing him.

“oh. that…” he trailed off, taking his hand off your headrest and resting them on his thighs. “listen, i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, which is why i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want to weird you out.” he explained, avoiding eye-contact.

your gaze was fixated on his face, listening to every single word carefully.

“is it true?” you asked, turning toward him and unbuckling your seat belt since the car was no longer moving. confusion washed over his face as he unknowingly fidgeted his fingers.

“do you feel that way about me?” your heart pounded so hard, you wouldn’t be surprised if ray could hear it too. ray looked ahead, his eyes glued to the road ahead. the faint noise of static from the radio dwindled in the air, alleviating your anxiety just a bit.

“do you?” he whispered, like he just gave away a secret.

you stumbled over your words, not expecting to be interrogated in his place, “i asked first,”

“and i’m asking you now. do you feel… that way about me?” a mixture of hesitance and expectation brewed in his tone.

your palms turned white hot, eyes widening at the accusation. you knew that the more time you took to answer him, the more obvious your feelings would be. on one hand, you wanted to tell the truth. on the other hand, you feared the worst of what could happen.

what if he didn’t feel the same way? what if this was just a ploy to get you to confess and then leave you high and dry. what if-

time moved slowly. ray let go of the steering wheel, placing his hand on your cheek, warmth spreading over your face. his fingers caressed your cheekbone, eyes looking into yours and dipping down to your lips, “tell me you don’t feel that way about me… and i’ll pull away and we will go back to being…” he looked up at your eyes, “just friends.”

the hands that were once on your thighs, gripping them out of nervousness, now tangled in his curly locks, guiding his lips to yours.

you could feel your organs jump from excitement, fingers roaming and threading his hair as he kissed you. his soft, plump lips guided yours skillfully, making you moan into his mouth. ray smiled against you and gently pulled back.

he leaned his forehead against yours. you breathed out slowly “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do this for.”

“me too. i can’t believe i’m kissing y-”

“less talking, more making out, toro.” you interrupted, pulling him in, by the collar of his tight shirt, making him gasp in surprise before pressing his mouth to yours again. his hands trailed from your face to your waist, covering half your torso.

he handled your waist like he was scared to break you, fingertips ghosting over your skin, itching to sneak underneath the fabric of your shirt and feel you. an accidental contact of his arms and your thighs made you arch into him, arms automatically hooking behind his neck.

you moaned without a care in the world, leaning back into your seat and pulling him on top of you, ready to be ravaged.

“ray …” you whimpered through the kisses, “please just-”

“not yet, i need to savor this-” his lips latched to your neck, “need to taste you.”

you bucked your hips in desperation, your arousal getting unbearable. you never knew ray was this experienced. he did mention being in relationships here and there, but he was never like frank or mikey, open to anyone.

he nibbled gently on your ear as you pawed at his broad, firm chest, “toro, you didn’t tell me you- fuck- worked out.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said through heavy breaths, trailing kisses down your neck to your collarbones. he looked up at you, fingers grabbing the hem of your tank top. you nodded, giving him permission to take it off you.

as you were about to lift your back up to get rid of the flimsy black fabric, ray’s hand snuck under your shirt, supporting and lifting your back as his other hand swiped the tank top off you in one go. his fingers almost spanned your entire back, placing you back down as you lay there shirtless.

the leather seats were uncomfortably cold, making you shiver in response. the everloving, observant man on top of you let you go and moved back into the driver’s seat, pulling the lever under his seat, reclining as low as the seats could go, “get on top.”

the sheer gray fabric of his pants now stretched as his legs spread apart, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. your lips parted in surprise, your gut twisting deliciously. you grabbed his thigh for support as you climbed into his lap, thighs straddling his waist.

in a moment of deja-vu, you giggled softly, looking away from the man beneath you.

“what? what’s so funny?” ray asked, amused, shifting closer to your hips.

“this is exactly how it went it my dream.” you confessed, shifting your gaze to him, receiving a cocked eyebrow.

“you dreamt about fucking me in a car?” he asked, barely censoring himself like he usually would.

that earned him a playful smack on his torso, his calloused fingers drawing circles on the small of your back. you arched into his touch, trying to explain your dream. ray, however, barely focused on what you said, was distracted by your chest. hardened nipples adorned with piercings met his eyeline, and he wasted no time to kiss one of your pecs and lick them, making your voice go an octave higher.

“ray, fuck, please…” you begged for nothing, grinding down on his hips, feeling him move against your crotch.

“tell me more about your dream, was i any good?” he gave you a toothy smirk, cock stirring in his pants.

“you were so good, oh my god, you went do-” you croaked as he surprised you by pushing your hips down on his clothed dick, “you made me cum on your tongue so many times,” you answered, your digits creeping under his tight shirt, feeling his happy trail against your fingertips. you heard ray gasp softly and throw his head back at your sudden touch.

taking a mental note, you played with the band of his — mikey’s— sweatpants, leaning down to his ear to whisper, “can i? please?”

he groaned, roaming his hand up your back and down to the flesh of your ass, “yes. please, now.”

his voice exuded desperation, bottom lip jutted out in anticipation.

you climbed out of his lap and onto the floor of the car, knees resting against the floor mats. you placed careful kisses on his stomach, ambling them down his v-line. licking your lips, you hooked your fingers under his waistband, slowly pulling them off him. the pace at which the fabric dragged across his shaft made him buck his hips into nothing.

his cock jumped at the first contact with your fingers. you wrapped them around his impressive length, obviously not able to make a fist around his girth.

you weren’t a complete stranger to oral sex, but the sheer size of ray’s dick made you a bit nervous. you didn’t realize how you were already salivating at the sight of his hard, throbbing dick, palms feeling up his inner thighs and trailing up his hips, lips inching closer to his tip.

“you ready?” you asked, one final check before you crossed the friendship line forever.

“yes, definitely yes, but are you? i wanna make sure that yo-”

you cut him off with your tongue circling the tip of his cock, the saliva accumulating slowly dribbling down to his cock. ray threw his head back, cursing under his breath at the sensation of your warm tongue around his dick. he looked down at you through his bottom lashes, licking a stripe up the underside before taking him in your mouth, a visual he had been aching for.

the warmth of your mouth made him fist your hair as you moaned at the feeling of your hair being pulled, sending vibrations up his cock.

hollowing out your mouth, you sunk your mouth down on him, one hand resting on his thigh, massaging it slowly.

tears prickling, you let your drool lubricate him and drip further down before pulling him out with a pop. your drool mixed with his precum connected the edge of your bottom lip to his tip.

“you keep going like that, and i’ll be useless to you,” he gasped out, breathing heavily like he did not expect you to treat him so well.

the corner of your mouth twitched up before coiling the string of saliva around your thumb and smearing it against the slit of his tip, etching an embarrassingly loud moan from him.

“what the actual fuck…” he was enamored by you.

“how many times have you thought about me like this, toro? gagging over your cock on my knees?” you kissed his thighs, fist pumping him slowly. he felt better in your mouth than anybody else had. like his dick was made for you.

“too many fucking times to remember if i’m being honest…” he answered you immediately, twitching at your mercy.

before you could ask him another question that would make him blush furiously, turning his cheeks pink, he continued, “ever since i saw you in that choker g gifted you on your birthday... i haven’t been able to stop thinking about how easy it would be to break that fucking thing with me deep in your throat.” he mewled, the inside of his eyebrows twisting up in pleasure.

one your hands flew to ray’s leg for support, your hips involuntarily bucking against his ankle at his comment.

“fuck, why didn’t you tell me sooner, toro?” you asked, finally seeking friction against his leg, “you’re a pussy…” you wanted to provoke him.

“you are what you eat,” he countered, tossing the ball in your court.

this is what attracted you to ray in the first place. his ability to go along with whatever you said because he knew you would never say anything in bad faith. he liked you. he wanted you.

your cheeks grew hotter with every second, relishing the fact that you were exactly where you have wanted to be for a while.

he saw you blush furiously at his confession before you twisted your grip and pumped him faster, gathering spit at the tip of your tongue. ray’s fingers grabbed a fistful of your hair before lowering you onto his cock.

you spat on the tip, earning a guttural groan from him. you wasted no time to wrap your lips around him once again, closing your eyes and letting him reach deeper down your throat with every stroke.

“you feel- so fucking- oh my god-” he spewed out nonsense as you went further every time you came back up for air. ray’s thighs twitched, knees leaning toward each other, trapping you between his legs.

his grip on your hair tightened, pulling at and scratching your scalp more than before. now that you were between his legs, his cock bottomed out in your mouth, you felt your throat contract around his tip, his thighs pressing your mouth further on his dick.

ray swore that he would have simply cum from the sounds you made choking and crying over his dick. your eyeliner had bled down from your waterline to your chin, the tears and drool painting your face pathetic.

your jaw hurt from cockwarming the man above you, but he clearly seemed to enjoy the show you put on. gasping and smiling down at you like he does at his shows when he shreds on his guitar. the adrenaline all too familiar to him, yet enthralling as ever.

“you make me crazy… fuck i’m so close,” he announced, biting his bottom lip.

your left hand, with a mind of its own, walked up his thighs to cup his balls. his cock jerked in your mouth before you took him in fully, your nose pressed up against his happy trail.

“fuck, i’m coming, oh fuck oh fuck-” he wailed, pressing you further down on him before spilling his cum down your throat, twitching with each wave of orgasm taking over his body. you pulled your mouth off his dick, rubbing against his ankle, chasing the high you had built up so far.

with each swallow you rocked against his leg faster, falling apart quickly. as you tripped over the edge of orgasm, ray bumped his leg up, meeting you halfway. white light engulfed you as you shut your eyes, riding your orgasm out for as long as possible.

“fuck, you came just from humping my leg?” ray asked, astonished. your head fell into his lap, drawing small circles on the side of his thighs before kissing up. rising from your knees, you climbed back into his lap, giving him enough room to put his sweatpants back on.

“was that good?” you asked, looking down at him, hands at his waist.

his hands stroked your cheeks, fingers nudging your chin toward him. the aftershocks of your orgasm made it hard for you to rise to the seat, your grip on his thighs tightening for support. he grabbed your hips, pulling you up easily.

heavy-lidded gazes entwining, the warmth of his arms around your torso pulled the corners of your lips up.

ray didn’t even have to answer you. he craned his neck to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. you nibbled on his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from him.

“why didn’t we do this earlier?” you ask softly, pulling back and looking into his eyes.

“better late than never,” he sighed, slowly closing his eyes shut, “i’ve wanted you…”

your heartbeat quickened.

“...for so damn long.”

butterflies. those damn butterflies made your heart feel like it was budding something new. something exciting.

“well you can’t get rid of me now,” you smiled, admiring the freckles on his skin; sweat glistening on his neck. the bite marks you left bloomed in reddish-violet hues under the dim light of the car. fogged car windows giving you the illusion of privacy as you kissed the corner of his mouth before climbing off of him and back to your seat.

“you’re coming over right?” you asked, looking ahead. you were not going to fuck this up.

“thought you’d never ask,” he stated simply, turning the car on and stepping on the gas.

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an: heyyy!! thank u for reading!! mcr brainrot has me by the throat... lmk if u liked it :)

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gghoulishdelight · 1 year

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"At the End of the World, or the Last Thing You See.."

pairing: mikey x gn!reader x ray

genre: fluff xtreme!!

a/n; based off of a dream i had, except not ghost of u mikey cuz i dont want him to die

/ look at these nerds<33 luv them /

"micheal james way, stop messing with your hair before i pin your hands down!"

mikey jumps at the stern sound of your voice coming from the entrance of his dressing room, a sheepish look on his face as he meets your glare through the mirror he's facing. he couldn't help himself, he was nervous and he didn't feel as if his hair looked like it should, but then again, he wasn't all that interested in costume design like you were. you technically weren't their costume designer, but you were definitely the one who ran around making sure everything looked according to plan when they had photoshoots and videos. his hands drop back down to his sides under your stern glare before you have the chance to make your threat come into fruition, his face turning the slightest bit pink as he heard gerard's giggles echoing from their own dressing room. god, he's never going to hear the end of this.

"if you would stop messing with your hair, you wouldn't have to be teased by your brother and i could finally help ray get his hair into a ponytail before you lot have t' go onstage," you scold the taller way brother while you fix his hair in place again, having to stand on your tiptoes the tiniest bit so you can reach. speak of the devil, mikey thinks as ray pops his head into the room, curious to know what's being said about himself. he grins at mikey through the mirror, silently giggling at how silly the two of you look right now and venturing into the room further.

"i heard my name, what's up?" ray's gentle voice draws your attention away from mikey for the time being, your face softening as you look at him and smile sweetly. ray always had a calming effect on both his partners, no matter the situation.

"nothin', just your boyfriend here can't seem to stop messin' with his costume long enough that i can help you get ready," you tease a little more lightheartedly this time, earning a little grin from mikey. he stays quiet as you trail your hands down from fixing his hair to gently cupping his cheeks, only letting out a little hum of content when you reward him with a gentle peck on the lips.

ray clicks his tongue in mock disappointment as he wiggles his way behind you, resting his chin atop your head and wrapping his arms around your midsection to pull you in close. "let me guess, you already threatened to pin his hands down?" he teases with a grin, only to giggle when you turn your head away from them both to try and hide the blush dancing on your cheeks. mikey takes this as a chance to start peppering soft kisses along the side of your neck, smiling at the way you try to squirm out of ray's grasp.

"guysss, c'mon! you gotta go out in 15, and i still needa fix up ray!" you complain in a whine, yet there's no actual bite behind your words, just soft love and warmth for the two. they end up letting you go after a few more seconds of affection, but only after mikey steals one last kiss from you.

"thank you," he whispers almost silently, taking your hand and tapping thrice on your palm, his silent way of saying 'i love you' when he didn't have the words to say it aloud. you just smile, tapping back and grinning widely at the way his eyes light up at your understanding. you don't think you'll ever get over the way he seems so fascinated with you responding in turn. he and ray share a kiss before you tug ray out of the room, only to be met with gerard and frank mockingly 'making out' (aka pretending to kiss and moan while also giggling their asses off) outside of frank's room, clearly pretending like something unholy had been happening between the three of you. you just sigh and bite back a grin, ignoring ray's noise of protest at their actions as you drag him away from the scene and into his own room, only to blush furiously at frank's shouts of "use protection!".

you don't know what you'd do without these guys, even if they tormented you to no end.

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heaveaux · 2 years

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This is so shit sorry

Im writing this fanfiction because I’m struggling with my mental health problems really bad at the moment and need a sense of comfort. I’m sorry my writing skills are crap too, but I’m still learning 👍

Gerard Way x gn!reader

Big TW

Warnings: sh, suicide, depression, swearing, arguments, bullying, fighting, blood, smoking, alcohol, throwing up

Summary- Gerard and y/n meet at school, y/n fights with people a lot and seems strong, well, they are physically but they’re going through a really hard time with bullies as well. It doesn’t end well is all I can say

They/them

Bullies- Elijah, Renata, and Royal

School was crap. School is crap, and it always has been. But there were some new students coming in, so that was exciting. I walked over to my locker. There was a large crowd around it, what could be going on over here.

I barged through the people and saw it. My locker was being vandalised. By. Fucking. Royal. I pinned him to the locker and punched him hard in the nose a few times until Elijah dragged me back. He was strong and tall, he easily pushed me down onto the disgusting hallway floor. He got down too and started to punch me, but I got up and kicked him shin. He grabbed my neck harshly as I dug my sharp nails into his shoulder. He let go and I fell down, trying to catch my breath.

‘Don’t you dare try and fight me, you’re weak, you know you are’ he kicked me as Renata walked up and punched me in the face. Hard. She may look weak, but she had a fucking strong punch. I was covered in bruises and both my nostrils were bleeding. It stung bad, but it was fine, it wouldn’t last forever.

The crowd left, but there was one boy still standing there, he had dark brown hair and slightly chubby cheeks. He was around 5’4, a bit shorter than me, admittedly he was one of the cutest boys I had ever seen. I felt my face heat up a little as then the bell went and the boy left.

I wasn’t going to bother cleaning up my face, even though I probably looked horrible, but that meant less people would approach me so that was fine with me.

I looked at my locker, it had cruel words spread across it. I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks as I wiped them away, feeling some blood get smeared across my cheeks. I shoved my bag and jacket into the locker and aggressively slammed it shut.

I had art now, I got to sit in a row all by myself, I got some peace while I painted. But when I walked in, that cut boy was sitting in the seat next to mine.

‘Ah, I see you’ve decided to show up today y/n, you’re 7 minutes late, after school detention.’ My teacher said, only looking up for half a second, not noticing my bloody face.

I sighed and sat in my seat with my head on the desk, I could hear people whispering about me, it was more than normal and they were throwing things at me too. I stood up abruptly and ran outside the classroom and into the bathroom.

I locked myself in a stall and cried. I got my box cutter out of my pocket which luckily had a zip. I pulled up my sleeves and stared at the white lines scattered across my arms. I added some more. Blood dripped onto the floor. And more. It was becoming more sore. And more. And m….

I woke up to the sound of the bell. I looked at my watch. It was time to go home. I cleaned up the floor and left for detention.

I walked into the room and the teacher in there took me outside. ‘Y/n are you okay, I heard that you ran away from class this morning and didn’t attend any lessons. Is something going on, are you okay?’ Mr Cuomo (I’m not creative, just take this name 😭 yes he is from weezer stfu 💕). I couldn’t stop thinking about what I did earlier and I hugged him, crying, he was my favourite teacher. He was so nice. He let me go home, but only this once would he let me off he said.

I got home, I could see the blood stains on my sleeves, I should’ve cleaned them. Suddenly, my mum walked in. ‘We’ve got new neighbours, go give them these cookies I made’ I took the cookies and nodded, putting them on my bed. I put on a black turtle neck, with a slipknot T-shirt and some slightly baggy black jeans. I was going to go out anyway to buy some bandages, guess I could wait an extra few minutes delivering these.

I got to the door and knocked, I knew this was the house since it still had the for sale sign still up. A boy with straight brown hair opened the door and I saw the boy for earlier’s head peak around from the sofa. I handed the boy the cookies and he smiled and took them. ‘Thank you; I saw you at school, getting beat up that person, are you alright now? Also I’m Mikey and that’s my brother Gerard’ I shook his hand.

‘Yeah I’m fine, also my name is y/n’ I replied. ‘Wait you’ve got some blood under your nose, come in I’ll clean it for you’ he was nice. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into their bathroom, Gerard following behind. Gerard hugged me and then ran away. What was that? It was cute, but why?

Gerard pov-

I was worried about y/n, after they ran out of class and I saw them crying outside of detention. I had the idea to give them a hug. They probably needed it. I hugged them and then ran away, I thought they were attractive and I really like them. I’d never say that, because they’d probably beat me up or something. I led down on my bed, kicking my legs while lying face down, like a teenage girl who had just had their crush text them back.

Y/n pov-

Mikey cleaned my face and soon after, I left to go to the shop. I bought some bandages and plasters just in case I maybe got into a fight again.

Time skip (because this is getting boring)

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I sat down with my friends Frank and Ray outside, behind the building. Soon after, Mikey and Gerard came over and sat with us, Frank was on one side of me, Gerard was on the other side and Ray and Mikey were on the other side. They began talking, but I zoned out. I was thinking about what would happen if I did something really bad to myself. What would everyone think. What if I lived?

Frank nudged me. ‘You alright?’ I nodded and took another drag of my cigarette. ‘Just thinking’ he continued talking to Mikey and Ray as Gerard put his head on my shoulder. I felt my face heat up as I pulled him closer. We’d only known each other for a month now, but I think I like him. A lot.

The bell went and we walked inside, one last lesson and we could finally go home and have the little party we’d planned to celebrate my pet fish’s birthday. It was really just an excuse for us to party and get wasted.

After school I walked outside, I saw Renata, Royal and Elijah. They walked over to me. Royal pushed me onto the floor. Then Renata grabbed my hair and I bit my lip, she pulled my head up from the ground and then slamming back down repeatedly and soon my lip was bleeding and so was my nose. Ouch. I was crying, but then Ray ran over, scaring them away. My face was covered in bruises and blood.

I slowly curled up into a ball and cried. My nose was bleeding and my ears were ringing, it was so painful. Ray pulled me onto his lap. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay, they’re gone now, I’ve got you’ he pulled me up to his chest and hugged me tightly. He picked me up and carried me to his car where the others were and we all got in.

‘Hey y/n are you alright?’ Gerard was playing with my hair and I cried into his chest now. I was sat on his lap, cuddling him. I shook my head. ‘I’m sorry….’

We got to my house and we walked in. I grabbed the vodka and shot glasses. Ray got some weaker alcohol and Frank brought in some whiskey. We all sat in a circle drinking, Gerard was in my lap now. I ended up throwing up and sleeping next to the toilet I got Gerard’s arms. The only thing I could remember was making out with Gerard, taking off my shirt and then throwing up and laughing.

Only me and Frank were awake. He took me out to my garden, it was very early, the sun was still rising but it was quite warm. We sat on the grass by the pool. ‘Y/n, I saw your arms yesterday, I need you to tell me the truth, are you okay?’ I didn’t cry, I just sat there with a sad expression on my face. ‘No, I’m not, I’m not okay’ I led down onto my back, but then felt puke rising up my throat and ran to the downstairs bathroom.

I felt horrible, sick, achy and tired. I just brought a bin to the sofa and led down, looking outside through the large windows and clear doors at the pool. Frank was inside now, getting us all some medicine and water. Ray was asleep next to Mikey on the floor. They were a few centimetres apart, Mikey then sat up and started tickling Ray’s feet. I laughed, and then Ray woke up and Gerard came downstairs.

Luckily it was a Saturday so we could stay in all day. My parents were still at work. They worked night shifts and slept during the day. I spent most of my time alone on the weekends or doing grocery shopping for my parents. It was fine with me, it was peaceful, I didn’t care that I was alone most of the time.

Gerard came over to me and sat next to me. Frank gave me a sympathetic look, a pill and a glass of water. To help with the hangover. He also gave the things to Ray, himself, Mikey and Gerard.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes until I turned on a Christmas movie. It wasn’t that near to Christmas, I just wanted to brighten the mood. We all laughed a bit and spoke to each other. But we were all too tired to do anything. ‘Hey Gee, you know you’re making music n shit, you should make a song one day, called like, cemetery something. Dedicated to me, your no.1 fan’ he laughed. ‘Okay sure, I’ll write it at some point’

Time skip brought to you by more boringness

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I walked into school, once again having a cross around my locker. It had things like ‘kys’ written on it. I ran into the bathroom and took out my pills. I took a bunch and left for class. I felt dizzy, I felt hot, like I was going to throw up.

‘You’re late again y/n, after school d-‘ I passed out.

I woke up in hospital. I heard crying and shouting. ‘LET ME IN THERE…. please, please’ I heard Gerard sobbing. ‘Please, I want to see them’ even Ray and Frank were crying.

I was in a room with a nurse. I had a weird big T-shirt thing on. My ears were ringing. I threw up on my bed. There was blood in it. The nurse left to get me a new blanket and something to throw up in. I was squinting, it was too bright, I could feel vomit around my mouth. I saw Gerard outside crying.

I regretted doing it. But I also wanted to do it again, but not live.

A doctor walked in. ‘I want to see Gerard, please..’ the doctor brought Gerard in. Gerard was still crying.

‘I was so worried y/n’ I started crying too ‘I’m so so sorry Gerard’

Time skip bc yeah

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I was let out of the hospital. I went into my house and shut myself in my room. I took some pills. I-

Gerard’s pov-

The funeral was quiet. I didn’t want them to leave, I never got to tell them how much I loved them, I’ll remember to write that song for them one day….

Time skip to a mcr concert in the future

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‘I wrote this song for someone I fell in love with’ I yelled out to the large crowd ‘they were called y/n and they asked me to write a song dedicated to them, this is cemetery drive’

Skip a little

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‘I MISS YOU I MISS YOU SO FAR, AND THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS THAT MADE IT SO HARD’ I was singing at the top of my lungs…. For y/n.

Y/n pov-

I looked down at him from heaven… thank you….

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rdiowx · 1 year

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Could you write a Ray x (possible amab? if not then neutral is fine) y/n fluff-smut where y/n was having a shit day and Ray wanted to make them feel better? Some praise stuff coming from him 'n all would b super kewl!!

YOURW KILLING ME

Ray makes me kick my feet and twirl my hair .

RAY TORO AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

Ray toro x gn!amab!reader.

Smut, amab reader, praise, angst kinda but Ray fixes that dw, handjob (reader receiving), Ray being a service top, cuddle handjob, Crying, i was listening to game theory while i wrote this.

You had just experienced the shittiest day known to man, all you wanted to do now was go home and sit with your boyfriend Ray on the couch and watch tv. Your favorite show was coming on soon at least now you have something to look forward to. You actually had no idea if Ray is even home right now but luckily, as you pull into the drive way Rays car was there. You quickly walked to the door and unlocked it, slightly fumbling with your keys. “Ray! Im home!” You yelled throughout the house. It didnt take long to hear Rays footsteps coming towards you as you made your way deeper into the house.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” Ray questioned, pulling you into a hug. You only rolled your eyes at the question in response. “Bad huh?” Ray asked, planting a kiss onto your forehead. “Yep.” You responded simply. You made your way into the kitchen where Ray was before to see what he was cooking. It was one of your favorites, you smiled a little at this before checking the clock. “Oh! My favorite show is coming on soon.” You said, making your way to the living room making sure to take your coat and shoes off to put them by the door.

“Thats okay, we can watch it and eat.” Ray said bringing yours and his plates to the living room. You basically inhaled your food, you loved when Ray cooked. After you both finished Ray took both of your plates into the kitchen to put them in the sink. When he came back he seemed to have stopped by your room on the way back as he had your favorite blanket in his hand. You decided to go get changed into more comfy clothes, considering you were still in your work clothes. “Ill be right back.” You reassured before going to yours and Rays shared room to change.

You had no idea if the clothes you picked were Rays or yours but considering how big the shirt was on you it must’ve been Rays. You made your way back to the living room before slipping in front of Ray, he was laying down now with you in front of him. It didn’t take long for Ray to start littering kisses on your neck and the sides of your face making you let out a giggle. After a while Ray started to get a little more touchy, slowly trailing his hands up your shirt. You let out a whine as he sucked a mark into your neck, screwing your eyes shut as he trailed his hand down your pants to palm you through your boxers.

“I love you so much.” Ray whispered, pressing a kiss onto your lips. You didn’t hesitate to to reciprocate it, breathily moaning into his mouth. He managed to pull your pants down to your thighs within the time you were kissing. He was now stroking you at a leisurely pace catching you by surprise. The blanket was now discarded as it had gotten too hot to be under it. “Holy fuck-!” You moaned as Ray sunk his thumb into the slit of your tip. Now laying on your back so you could kiss Ray comfortably, your lips had barley left each other.

The tv was now long forgotten, your moans drowning out the sounds of your show. Ray was still stroking you, though a little faster now. You were breathing hard, eyes watering at this point as ray kissed your tears away. “Fuck i think im gonna cum soon.” You cried, bucking your hips up into his hand. “Yea? Go on, do it.” Ray encouraged, hiding his head into your neck to continue kissing your neck. You came soon after that, painting your stomach and Rays hand with cum, whining as Ray slowed his movements.

Ray leaves to get a towel and water after you calm down. Taking extra care to not overstimulate you as he cleans you off, making sure to keep you hydrated afterwards. He pulls your pants and boxers back up your hips and soon takes you back to your shared room. It doesnt take you guys long to fall into a deep sleep, tangled in each others limbs.

#mcr x reader #mcr x reader smut #ray toro x reader smut #ray toro x reader #mcr smut #ray toro smut

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strawbszz · 1 year

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Ray toro x reader fluff? <33

I love Ray so much and his fluffy hair and his voice AAAAA 🖤🖤🖤

so I think it would be cool if you did this. :D

Ray toro x Gn!reader

Rating: fluff

Requested: anon

Word count: 1,770

It was just a normal day on tour. You were the backstage helper and you were learning electric guitar. You really admired Ray, he was nice and caring. He was also the best guitarist you’ve met. He cared so much about you and made sure that you were ok. Sometimes when he had extra time on break when he’s not playing guitar in the middle of Cancer he would go backstage and see you were okay or if you needed help with guitar. He only helped you a little bit but on non concert days he would help you a lot with guitar.

You and the others were in the car on their way to Boston Massachusetts. You guys needed to stop for snacks and the bathroom since you guys drove a white van with a trailer on the back of it.

It was in the middle of nowhere where there’s a small gas station to fill up on gas, use the bathroom, and get snacks.

You and the rest were going in to get snacks and use the gross gas station bathroom while the tour manager fills up the car.

You and Ray go over to the drink spot and grab a soda for each other.

“Hmm.. should I get a Red Bull or just a coke..” you ask Ray.

“You probably need the sleep so just get a coke.” Ray says. He was right, you needed the sleep badly.

“Okay.” You grab the coke can out of the fridge and Ray follows you with his Arizona tea.

You both go up to the counter. “Here.. I’ll pay for you.” Ray says pulling his credit card out of his wallet.

“No! I’ll pay for my drink and you don’t have to waste your money on me!” You say.

“It’s only $1.. I’ll pay for it. Trust me I got the extra cash for it.” Ray says.

“Okay..” you step over for Ray to pay for the drinks.

After Ray pays you two walk out while Frank and Gerard are looking at candy while they have monster cans in their hands.

“Damn!!! It’s fricking cold!!! What is it like -0°F!!?!?!” You say as you guys walk out.

Ray laughs. “It’s not that cold. I bet the van is gonna be cold since the heater broke.”

You groan in anger from the cold.

You were just wearing a homemade mcr tee, jeans, and converse.

“Here.. just take my hoodie. I got body heat for a reason and I’m getting a little hot in my hoodie so..” Ray says taking off his old hoodie with some tiny holes in it.

He hands you his hoodie. “T-thank you Ray..” you smile politely. You put on his hoodie. It’s pretty big on you but it’s like one of those Snuggie things.

It’s warm from his body heat. You smell his cologne on it and it makes you blush.

You look up at Ray and smile. “Thank you!!”

Ray blushes. “You look warm!” Ray smiles.

You both walk over to the van with Frank and Gerard following behind you two.

It was about 3:37am and you fell asleep next to Ray. Gerard and Frank were sleeping. They were cuddling.

Ray rested his head on the window and fell asleep.

It was about 7:53am and you just woke up. Ray and the others were still sleeping. You look in the very backseat and Frank and Gerard were sleeping still. You saw that they did not drink their monsters so it made since that they slept.

You look over to Ray and he’s sleeping peacefully. His curly hair was in his face and it was cute.

You rubbed his shoulder softly to wake him up.

Ray woke up slowly and looks over at you. He sees you sitting their in his big hoodie and it makes him blush.

“H-hi (Y/N)..!!” Ray mumbles.

“Morning..” you say.

“Where are we again..” you ask Ray.

“Uhmmm… I think we are in Boston.” Ray answers your question.

“Don’t you guys have a concert today??” You say.

“Yeah.. tonight. But we gotta get to our hotel rooms.” Ray says.

“Oh my god finally we don’t have to sleep in a uncomfortable van!!” You say.

Ray laughs.

Gerard wakes up and wakes up Frank.

“Here.. Frankie take your monster.” Gerard mumbles holding Frank’s monster.

“Thanks babe..” Frank mumbles. He opens his monster while Gerard opens his monster.

You and Ray shared a room while the tour manager had his own room and gee and Frank had their own. (You all payed for your shared rooms.)

You and Ray get to your room and sit your bags down.

You jump onto the bed and lay there for a moment. Ray giggles.

“Move over.. I wanna lay down too. It is my bed too.” Ray says. You blush when he said it was also his bed.

You scoot over for Ray to lay down. He plops down on the bed making a loud sigh.

“I’m tired.. you wanna get some extra sleep Ray?” You say.

“Sure..” ray say.

You both scooted up where the pillows were. You guys kicked off your shoes and got under the covers. You gave each other some space so it’s not awkward.

You two lay there for a moment. It’s raining.

Thunder strikes and it makes you flinch.

Ray notices that you got scared from the lightning. “You okay (Y/N)..?” Ray asks.

“Y-yeah..! I’m fine..!” You say. You weren’t fine, you were scared of the lightning.

Ray knew you were lying so he rolled over and started cuddling you. “I-is this okay?”

You flinch at the slight touch from Ray. “Y-yeah..” you say.

You scoot backwards into Ray to get comfy. He wraps it arms tighter around your waist.

I literally bright red right now. I so bad want to say ‘I love you’ and then go to sleep. But i can’t really because Ray doesn’t even know i like him. I mean I can’t tell if he likes me or not but it’s nice that he’s cuddling me.

You both fall asleep and it’s soothing to feel Ray breathing. He’s definitely a good cuddler.

It’s comforting to hear Ray sigh in your ear. He wraps his arm around your waist tightly. You back up more into Ray’s touch. He’s nice and warm. Your still wearing his hoodie. He never asked you for his hoodie back yet, he won’t admit it but he thinks you look cute in his hoodie since it’s so big on him.

It’s about 10:34am. You hear a big knock at the door. It was the tour manager.

You and Ray jolt awake. Ray slowly gets out of bed while you stay in bed.

Ray opens the door and it’s the tour manager, Mikey, Gerard, and Frank. “Hey.. we are all gonna grab some lunch at a place here.. I was wondering if you wanna come.” Said the tour manager.

“Oh sure! We just gotta get changed and brush our teeth and we will meet you guys downstairs.” Ray says glancing back at you.

“Okay.. bye you two.” Says the tour manager. “Bye.” Ray says closing the door.

“Okay.. we gotta get dressed and brush our teeth.” Ray says.

“Okay. Let me find some warm clothes.” You say.

You looked in your suitcase for clothes and you grab a Smiths shirt, jeans, and your converse off the floor. “Do you want your hoodie back Ray..?”

“Nah it’s fine..” he says.

You frown your eyebrows. “You sure?”

Ray giggles. “Of course.. I have another hoodie so I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” You say. You walk over to Ray and give him a hug. “Why are you hugging me..?” Ray says in a slight higher pitch voice.

“I like hugging you.” You say muffled by Ray’s chest.

Ray rubs your hair with his hand intertwining with your hair.

“We should get ready.. remember?” Ray says.

“Oh right.” You say. Letting go of Ray and going to grab your jeans and your Smiths shirt. “I gotta change now..” you say.

“Here I’ll grab my clothes and change in the bathroom!” Ray says grabbing his clothes quickly and walking to the bathroom.

Ray walks out of the hotel room with you and you guys to meet up downstairs with the guys.

“A-are you fine holding hands..?” Ray mumbles.

You blush looking up at Ray who is bright red.

“I- uhh.. y-yeah!! Just not around the rest.. I don’t want them thinking anything about us two..” you say.

You hold Ray’s big warm hand. His hands are bigger then yours. It’s comforting it’s like wearing a glove.

You two get downstairs to see the rest and immediately stop holding hands. You shyly wave at the rest.

You and the rest get going to the place to eat lunch and setup at the concert event.

It’s after lunch and you and the rest are in the van driving to the concert event to setup for tonight.

“Hey.. you ready for tonight’s concert??” You say.

“Yep! We all gotta get that energy for it!” Ray says.

You smile at him and he smiles back.

You and the rest arrive to the concert and get to backstage to unload everything.

It’s about 7:00pm and they started playing. They all sound so good. Your mostly hyper fixated on Ray.

It’s after the concert and it’s about 12:35am and everyone is sweaty and tired.

You and Ray walk into your hotel room and lay down.

“I am ready for bed..” Ray says.

You giggle and get up to grab shorts and a tshirt.

You walk to the bathroom and change.

Ray gets up and grabs pajama pants and takes off his shirt and gets in bed.

You get out of the bathroom and crawl into bed and get a little stunned seeing that Ray is shirtless. You get under the covers and almost fall asleep until Ray speaks up.

“Hey uhh.. d-do you like me..?” Ray whispers.

“Of course! Your awesome!” You whisper.

“N-no I mean.. do you.. are you in love with me..?” Ray whispers.

You go bright red. “I- uh.. y-yeah..” You say.

“Really..?” Ray smiles.

“Yes.. your probably the most attractive mcr member..!” You nervously say.

“Wow.. thank you” Ray laughs.

“I thought it was obvious!” You say.

“Really..? I was being more obvious!! We held hands today!!” Ray says. You giggle.

“True!” You say.

You scoot closer to Ray to cuddle with him.

“Wanna cuddle like old times?” You say.

“Sure.” Ray wraps his arms around you spooning you.

“Goodnight..” you say.

“Night..” Ray says.

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imkindofajacketslut · 14 days

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I might start writing ficssssssss

I will write reader X...

Gerard Way

Frank Iero

Ray Toro

and of course baby gir- I mean uh, Mikey Way

I will do X female reader and X gn reader(gn is just they/them so anyone can read it no matter what you wanna identified, there is no set gender) I'm really bad at maleXmale but I'm trying to get better and once I am(if it happens) I will be fine writing it.

I read smut, not write it!

anyways ummmmm, feel free to send in requests I might not do them all and if I dont want to do any of the requests I will(probably)reply anyways just to let you know so that you are not wondering

#please request #gerard way #mikey way #frank iero #ray toro #we dont like bob #we fucking hate bob #bob is a racist #mcr #my chemical romace #my chemical fucking romance

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 2 years

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No Doubts and No Conditions - Ray Toro x Reader

Summary: You wake up, on the bus, early in the morning, still confused about the kisses you shared with your bandmate and friend Ray last night, wondering where that leaves the two of you Reader: should be gender neutral (no pronouns used) Word count: 1 960 A/N: I currently have a thing for neck kisses. I won’t apologise. Also as per popular demand (literally all three people who voted, voted for this! Thank you for participating, the other stories are in work!): Ray morning kisses.

The sound of the tour bus motor being turned off was what woke you up. Sleepily you rubbed your eyes, turning to your other side to get a glance at the clock. Only a few minutes after five am. Certainly nobody was awake but the driver. Pulling the curtain in front of your tinted little window far enough to the side to get a glance outside, you saw you had stopped at a petrol station. Outside it was still dark, and only the lights that were illuminating the station were shining brightly.

You rubbed your eyes again, suddenly remembering the events of last night. A quiet giggle escaped your lips, and quickly you buried your face in the pillow, trying to hide it. You still could feel Ray’s breath on your face, his hands gently holding your waist. You had never been so close to him, had never allowed yourself so much time to admire his eyes, the way they took you in.

It had been after the show, when everyone had wanted to go out for a late dinner. It was past midnight, and you declined their invitation, preferring to have quick dinner on the bus, and going to bed instead of hanging out in a diner. Ray had agreed with you, and together you had made sandwiches, which you had eaten side by side, sitting on the sofa in the bus.

How it had happened in the end, who had leaned in first, who had initiated the first of so many kisses last night, you did not remember. But you did remember the way your heart had soared, how butterflies had erupted in your stomach, had made you dizzy with euphoria. How long had you liked Ray? Too long, far too long. And suddenly kissing him had been better than anything you could ever have imagined. He had been so gentle, firm but so gentle when he had kissed you. His lips had tasted sweeter than you thought a kiss could taste, and his hands, rough from playing guitar all day, had carefully held you in place, brushing over your cheeks and jaw, down your neck. Sometimes he had even slipped his fingertips underneath your shirt, caressing the skin on your waist, as if testing your reaction.

But what kind of reaction had he expected? You had dreamt of him for years, so if anything his touch was barely enough. Then again, even the touch you got already sent your heart into a frenzy, being more than you knew how to deal with, so you were secretly glad he did not try to initiate more, because that surely would have been too much for your still somewhat confused mind.

Instead you had focused on what you got, Ray kissing you, his hands carefully running up and down your sides, as if you were made of the thinnest glass. It might sound like a cliché, but you had lost all sense of time. Although ‘lost’ was perhaps the wrong word. You had let go of all sense of time, happy to just drift along, while Ray and you had kissed, ignoring the world around you, ignoring that you were still on a tour bus, and your friends could come back any moment, and that you were band mates who probably should not kiss, especially not like that. But everyone deserved a few moments of utter peace in their life, didn’t they? And this was one of yours.

You only had gotten interrupted, when the loud voices of the others had neared the bus, and jumping apart, it had taken only a quick glance between Ray and you to agree that it might be best not to be found like this, so you had slipped into the bunk bed area. The last glance you had taken at Ray was still burnt into your memory: His hair dishevelled, cheeks pink. He had smiled at you like he always did, in a way you previously thought you had only imagined, but now could see clearly: his eyes were so soft, so caring, and almost you would have gone back over to him, buried your hands in his hair and kissed him again, just for looking at you like that. But then the door to the bus had jumped open, and you had quickly retreated to your bunk.

Now, the morning after this – could this qualify as a make-out session? – you could feel doubts rising in your stomach. What had it meant to him? You knew to you it had meant the world, and if he only wanted you, you were all his. After all, you had kind of dreamt of that for years, and had always had to come up with stupid excuses why you never wanted to try dating people. The honest answer would have been because none of these people was Ray, but you could hardly be honest about it, so you had always said you wanted to put the band first.

So… did Ray know how you felt? If so, what did he think about it? Would he be creeped out by it? If it had been Gerard, or Mikey yesterday, you could have easily written off the make-out session as some post-show-high that did not mean anything. But Ray was different. He usually did not initiate such intimacy unless he was emotionally involved; at least this was what you had heard from Gerard when you had talked about relationships a while back. And those kisses had been anything but pure adrenaline high. They had been sensitive, emotional, almost… loving.

So did that mean Ray had some sort of interest in you? He had kissed you like he had waited years to do it, but that had been yesterday. What about today? Was he still interested? And how were you supposed to find out? Should you just walk up to him and ask ‘Hey Ray, about last night: what did that mean to you? Are we a thing now?’ Yeah. Probably not how this was gonna play out.

Feeling sick from the insecurity that had settled in your stomach, you crawled out of your bed. The bunk area was only sparsely lit, to keep it dark and still allow enough light to not stumble around blindly. Walking past the bunk beds with their closed curtains, you headed towards the tiny kitchen, making sure to close the door behind yourself so your early morning endeavours to the fridge would not disturb anyone.

You expected to find the kitchen deserted, but to your surprise you seemed not to be the only one who had been woken up by the stop at the petrol station. Ray lifted his head, his eyes wide first, before he recognised you. A soft smile tucked at his lips and he got up from where he had crouched in front of the fridge. He held two tetra-packs of chocolate milk in his hands, placing them on the counter before he closed the door to the fridge.

“Good morning,” he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Morning,” you replied equally quiet, suddenly not sure where to look or what to say.

You were about to ask if you could have one of the chocolate-milks, just to break the awkward silence, when Ray walked over the few steps that separated you, and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you close.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, making you want to laugh.

It had been not even three hours since you had been kissing on that sofa behind you, and sure, you sort of had missed him too, but it felt incredibly strange to hear him say it out loud.

Before you had the chance to say something, his lips were on yours, kissing you just as gently as a few hours ago. It made your heart almost stop, immediately erasing the insecurity that had plagued you enough to get out of bed.

When he pulled away a few minutes later, he looked down on you, almost as if he expected you to be mad at him.

“I hope that was okay,” he asked, as if you had not wrapped your arms around him, just to be closer to him.

“’course it was,” you smiled up at him, making him blush a little.

In that moment the motor of the bus awoke to new life, and quickly grabbing onto the nearest counter, you waited until the bus had pulled out of the parking lot, and back onto the highway.

“I suppose I can have one of these,” you asked, still facing the counter, and pointing at one of the chocolate milks.

You felt Ray come up behind you, his hands back at your waist, as he hummed in affirmation. Reaching out to grab a milk box, you were about to turn around to face him, when suddenly hot breath fanned over the side of your neck, and a moment later his lips pressed to the delicate skin right beneath your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you closed your eyes. The contrast of Ray’s soft lips to his scratchy stubble was dizzying, making your head swim as you hummed quietly in approval. You could feel him smile against your skin, before he continued placing short sweet kisses against your neck; his hands warm and safe on your waist as you leant back slightly, feeling the muscular plain of his chest against your back.

Just as you were certain his kisses would cause you to lose your mind, another thought, one that had caused your stomach to churn badly earlier, pushed into your mind.

“Ray?”

He hummed against your neck, making no attempt at pulling away.

Now that you knew you had his attention, you did not know how to phrase your concern. Eventually you settled with a deep sigh and the question “Is this going to continue?”

You could feel Ray stop in the motion, before he pulled away. Slowly you turned around in his arms, looking up at him shyly.

“What do you mean,” he asked, furrowed eyebrows.

“The kisses and the-” fireworks in my stomach. Will you continue kissing me, as if it isn’t the most heart wrenching thing? Are you really interested in me like that? “I don’t know, just… you know.”

Ray blinked, and concerned you watched his features harden.

“If you want to stop-”

“No! I don’t, that’s the point!” Immediately the wall he had begun pulling up between the two of you crumbled down again, and he relaxed as you continued. “I don’t want to stop. I was just wondering if you did. And what that means for us and how it’s going to continue...”

Expectantly you looked up at Ray, who gently cupped your chin with one of his hands.

“I’ve liked you for a pretty long time,” he confessed, “and kissing you is honestly one of the best things in the world I can think of, so if you’re asking me if I want to continue this, if it were up to me, then yes, absolutely. No doubts and no conditions. I don’t care if it’s official or unofficial, if we tell people or not, I don’t care. Not as long as I can be with you.”

His words made your heart race, and quickly you leant up to press your lips against his again, making him smile.

“I take it this means you feel the same,” he asked between kisses.

“Yes, one hundred percent.”

Ray grinned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you to pull you as tight against him as he could, making you giggle as you kissed him back. The chocolate milk on the counter behind you was, at least for now, completely forgotten.

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