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[spencersmithsblog]

bro SOMEONE ask me for a fic idc who with I'll do frank iero, mikey way, gerard way, ray toro, Brendon urie, ANY EMO BOY, illi McMillin, Patrick stump, Ryan ross JUST PLEASE

ILL WRITE ANYTHING I PROMISE

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[spencersmithsblog]

jesus Christ some of these mcr writers are insanew

[evamustdie]

“mcr summer!” and then this is the summer

[vampymikey]

haiiii idk if ur taking requests, but i absolutely love your writing!! d’you think you could do something with bullets!mikey and his trans bf? maybe they’re “just friends” but while they’re having a nice lil halloween movie night, they somehow end up in each others laps. they’re both awkward and stumbling messes but the guys all think it’s adorable that mikey has finally found someone as awkward as he is lol

tonight, tonight

bullets!mikeyway x reader

a/n: hiii, omg i'm rlly srry for taking this long :(( i've been having a hard time but i'm trying to come back to tumblr, so hopefully these days i'll be able to post some more drafts :// again, i'm rlly srry, it's not even halloween anymore but i felt horrible for not uploading this fic

the house smelled like popcorn and dusty blankets.

the living room looked like a mess. ray had lit a cheap pumpkin-scented candle that was fighting for its life against the smell of gerard’s cigarette. there were tangled extension cords, a crooked string of orange lights, a bowl of candy corn that had already lost half its contents because of frank, and a pumpkin that gerard had carved into something that looked more like a potato than a face.

he was sitting on the floor with mikey, sharing an old blanket that smelled faintly like detergent and coffee. the tv’s glow flickered over his glasses while night of the living dead played in the background.

it wasn’t exactly quiet, frank and ray were arguing about whether who would win on a zombie fight, and gerard was humming some tune while drawing on a napkin.

“hey,” mikey said suddenly, his voice small under all the noise. “you want the rest of the popcorn?,” he looked down at the half-empty bowl. “we can share it, you know?.” he blinked at him for a while. “okay. yeah. sharing’s good.”

he scooted a little closer so the bowl could sit between them. their knees brushed for a second and both froze for a while.

frank immediately noticed. “did you see that, ray?” he whispered. “contact. that’s physical contact.” ray sighed, trying not to laugh. “leave them alone, man. it wasn't even on purpose” gerard grinned from the couch. “yeah, yeah, we should probablly just let them bond over processed corn.”

he covered his face, and mikey ducked his head until his hair fell into his face. “god, i'm sorry, they're not usually this annyoing. hell, i hate this band,” he muttered, smiling.

the movie kept playing, but neither of them were really watching anymore. he whispered, “i don't think you really hate them.” mikey looked at him from behind his glasses. “are you sure?...,” he said as both of them laughted.

...

he shifted again, and somehow they both ended up tangled in the blanket properly now, their arms presseds, the bowl long forgotten. mikey’s hoodie sleeve brushed his hand.

a loud noise from the tv made them both jump. mikey let out a startled squeak and nearly knocked over his soda. “that was so brave of you,” he told him laughting. “oh shut up,” he said, trying to hide a grin. “i wasn’t scared. i was just.. uh.. pre-reacting.”

“pre-reacting?” “it’s a valid tactic,” he insisted, and the way his voice cracked made him laugh even harder.

gerard turned around from the couch, smirking. “you two doing okay over there?” “yeah, it’s all right,” he said. “just pre-reacting.” he said as mikey threw some popcorn at him.

...

eventually, the room quieted down. ray had fallen asleep sitting on the couch, frank was doodling fake tattoos on ray’s arm, and gerard was gossiping with frank. the movie had faded into credits.

him and mikey were still under the same blanket. it was warm now, and the glow from the lights made everything feel slower, softer.

mikey shifted, his voice low. “this is probably gonna sound lame, but i’m glad you came tonight.” ... “it does sound kinda lame.” he laughed, rubbing his face. “okay, but like.. i just mean it's nicer when you’re here.” “you only say that because when i’m here you don’t have to fight frank for couch space,” he teased.

he sat quiet for a second, looking over at mikey trying to memorize the look on his face, tired but happy, a little shy, he wasn’t used to saying these things out loud.

and then frank, half-asleep, mumbled from the couch, “mikey’s got a cru-” “frank,” ray warned without opening his eyes. “c'mon, you're so boring rayyy... just let me tease him a little, its not like we get to see this frequently.”

mikey groaned. “i swear they have microphones implanted in my brain.” “could be worse,” he said. “please don't give them ideas.”

he nodded, and without meaning to, leaned his head against mikeys shoulder. they both went still for half a second, then gently mikey rested his head against his.

no one said anything after that. the lights flickered, the pumpkin candle sputtered, and somewhere outside, kids were still yelling 'trick or treat.'

mikey yawned quietly. “next year we should watch something less scary,” he said. “like what?” “maybe… ghostbusters. or scooby-doo.” he smiled into his shoulder. “only if you promise to pre-react again.” they laughed softly. “deal.”

...

that was how the guys found them both twenty minutes later, fast asleep under the same blanket, the popcorn bowl tipped on its side.

gerard grinned. “told you,” he whispered. ray smiled. “it was about time he found someone who speaks fluent awkward.” frank took a photo on a camera. “for the scrapbook,” he said proudly.

[welcometothemikeyway]

Anniversary Date.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83541816

Check out the ao3 and please support me on there!!!

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F/M

Content: Explicit

Tags: One shot, anniversary, anniversary one shot, creepypasta one shot(s), oral sex, pillow princess, neck kissing, love bites, human/monster romance, entity/monster romance, eventual smut, eventual fluff, fluff, smut, fluff and smut, clit play, vaginal fingering, short one shot, marriage, love, submission, what other tags do I need to add?, rough oral sex, orgasm edging, orgasm delay, orgasm edging, tongue fucking, orgasm

Words: 2,790

Note: it’s a shame that we don’t have alot of Offender x Reader fics… let alone decent ones in MY view, but here you guys go:p

___________

You’ve been Offenders girlfriend for an awful amount of time, specifically his wife. How? You can’t remember the first time you guys met, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. If you did have to guess how long ago you two met, you’d probably guess.. maybe, three to four decades ago? You weren’t that keen on counting and keeping track, hence anniversaries are useless in your view, in a way. Plus, why would you want to remember how many days you’ve been married to this awful guy? Awful, yet attractive. Somehow.

You were mainly married to Offender against your will, though. Before meeting him, you were a proxy of Zalgo, believe it or not! But.. eh, Zalgo didn’t like you very much, fuck no. You were everything he disliked in a proxy, you were unpredictable in a bad way, judgemental, disobedient, disrespectful towards him, insulting, rude, sarcastic and you didn’t even do the tasks you were provided with, which made Zalgo almost hate you, but you were also with Zalgo at the time.. making it known why he hadn’t thrown you out already.

Considering the fact you were his girlfriend, unwillingly or willingly so, he was kind of nice to you. Kind of. Keyword: kind of. In reality? He was a mix, yes, he was rude, absolutely rude and disgusting almost, but he was also nice, he was as nice as the summers breeze on a beach, so caring and loving too. But his mixed personality and moods were awful, he could change instantly in the quick of a flash, it was absolutely annoying and vile.

He would say such nice, loving, kind and meaningful words, yet in a flash he would change, taking back his words without saying it but he would insult you, bring you down, mock you, comment about every single thing you did, roll his eyes at you, ignore you and intentionally get you wound up. You were practically begging for a reason to leave him, you would have if it was more easier said than done.

Then Slenderman came along. Instinctively, you went with him and gave him your life long promise, which he did deeply appreciate but knowing that you used to be with Zalgo…? That was risky and dangerous, he couldn’t let you live with him and his proxies, and you understood. Hence why you were sent to live with Offender, and turns out, you two got along great and got together, even getting married a decade or so later! Slenderman wasn’t expecting that, but he eventually let you choose a choice. Stay with him and be his proxy, yet live in a different house, or stay with his brother and you wouldn’t be Slenders proxy anymore but rather Offenders proxy.

You chose to stay with Offender, he was unfortunately the only guy that understood you, respected you, loved you and cared for you without even daring to insult you. It was Offenders first ever time marrying someone, so you bet he was as sweet as ever, plus he did dearly love you, he would do anything for you and it showed.

____________

The date was the sixteenth of April, middle of spring, specifically yours and Offenders anniversary date. You never paid close attention to it because it was just a date, yeah, it meant stuff to mortals and whatnot, but you weren’t a mortal, an entity almost, and you weren’t like a mortal with dates and whatever else they were interested in.

But Offender? Oh, he loved anniversaries! It showed him how long you’ve two have been together, the whole point of anniversaries of course, and especially how you two have stayed together for such a long time, your relationship filled with love and care, even if that mostly came from him but he didn’t mind if you were mean towards him, he knew you were joking, or not, even so he didn’t care, he only cared about you and your wellbeing and that’s it.

Plus, he also adored giving you gifts, even if you didn’t ask for any gifts or for anything really, but he would always give you a gift, a necklace, a bracelet, soft bras and panty sets, cute clothing, shoes, socks… etc etc, basically necessities but more laced and more prettier looking things for you to wear for him, it makes sense in his view and you never questioned it, but you did wonder where on earth he got such soft bras and panties though. There was a chance Trenderman had something to do with it, he loved making clothes for you, you made his brother happy and stop his ridiculous and horny acts with harmless and innocent bystanders, so Trenderman does make you stuff.

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It was early in the morning, too early for your choice, about 8AM sharp to be exact. You were dead asleep in your comfy yet shared bed, the sheets were silk and so was practically everything else, Offender loved silk and you never complained about it. Whatever made him happy.

You slowly awoke to something pressing on your waist, trailing up and down with its fingertips. You groaned at the feeling and shifted beneath the covers, hearing a deep chuckle behind you as the hand pressed down more, slowly trailing down your hips and just pressing against the edge of your panties against your hips, grabbing the thin cotton as it pulled it back, letting go as it snapped against your hip, waking you up.

Your eyes opened instantly, shooting up from your original lying down position, sitting up as you stared forward for a moment, looking back at who was the culprit. Offender, of course it was. You stared at him as a big wide grin was on his face, “Morning, sweetheart.” He said happily, leaning over you as his chest was bare to you, his muscles and chest glistening as the light of the sun coming up glistened against his chest. Due to how he was hairless all over, he was glowing all over, making his skin look so smooth, so soft to the touch, and it was smooth to the touch.

You stared at Offender with a deadpanned look at him, your expression not moving as you stared at him, “Morning. I was sleeping.” You said bluntly to Offender, wanting to know why on Earth he decided to wake you up. You were having a rather good sleep then, yet of course, Offender decides to ruin it. He only smirked more in response, shifting closer until his front was against your back, his head lowering to the crook of your neck.

His breath tickled at your neck, his head lowered as he kissed against your neck, pressing soft kisses as his hand stayed planted on your hip, his fingers slowly going under the soft cotton of your panties, your breath hitched at the feeling, a heat pooling low in your stomach as blush rushed to your cheeks, staying quiet for now. “Mmm, I know you were, but I simply couldn’t resist myself, darling.” Offender mumbled into your neck, pressing soft kisses all over as he began to gently suck at your skin, leaving red bruises at your skin as they slowly turned into a deep purple and blue mixed bruises, his sucking getting harder.

You went and stayed limp beneath him, letting him do all the work like a pillow princess. His other hand stayed to prop himself up as white thin tendrils slowly came out of his back, one of them wrapped around your waist, turning you over ever so gently so you laid against the bed on your back. Two went to your thighs, spreading them open beneath the covers as his hand dipped lower, his fingertips ghastning over the middle part of your panties, where your core laid trapped behind the panties. A tendril came up and gently wrapped around your wrist, moving it upwards to pin above your head, along with another tendril to your other wrist, doing the same.

Staring up at the ceiling, your eyes half lidded as you felt his fingertips gently touch over the place you wanted him most. Lifting your hips up to chase that feeling, your breathing slowly getting faster as your heartbeat accelerated, head titling to the side as you whined uselessly. Offender only chuckled at the sound, moving closer as he sat above yiu, straddling your legs, his free hand came down and pressed your hips down against the bed, “Ah, ah, ah.. silly, darling. Don’t chase it, just lay there.” Offender told you off teasingly so, stopping his movement as his other hand came down and rested on your knee, massaging softly.

Hearing his voice, you only groaned in response, closing your eyes as you refused to meet his gaze. He shook his head in response and he ducked under the covers again, pulling the covers up and over his head, making it so that it rested on your stomach, a tendril wrapped around your waist as it held you down so you couldn’t move. His breath ghosted over your core trapped behind your panties, his long fingers went under the edge of your panties on your hips, pulling them down to your knees, lifting your legs up and putting them over your shoulders, making you whine at the sudden breath straight on your core, nothing covering it now.

Offender hummed as he took you in, his ‘eyes’ taking you in as his hand came up, two fingers gently parted your folds, revealing your clit, as slick came onto his fingers as you moaned at the touch, hips trying to move but the tendril tightened around them, not being able to make you move. Offender simply ignored that and focused on your core, his index finger moved from your hole to your clit, gently rubbing it in slow circles, “Does this feel good, darling? I want to treat you.” Offender finally spoke up, finally making you know and understand why he was doing this. A treat, for your anniversary of course, you remembered it instantly at him saying this was a treat.

At his words, your eyes slowly opened half lidded, bringing you back to your senses for a moment. You mumbled some non-comprehensive under your breath, making Offender chuckle at the noises along with your breath hitching and a soft moan every now and then. “You sound wonderful, my darling.. I wonder how you taste.” Offender murmured softly to you, his finger not stopping its movement as it focused on the red bud inbetween your folds. Gently rubbing it in a circle as it was now clearly swollen and red, sensitive to the touch yet he didn’t stop his touch, rather only fueling the fire as you felt heat pool in your lower tummy even more, nearing to your climax already and he’s only playing with your clit.

Your breath hitched as you dug your head into the pillows, “O-oh, Offender..” you moaned his name, toes clenching as your legs shifted on his shoulders, hips begging to move and to shove your pussy into his face to get it started already, before he suddenly pulled back as soon as you were about to reach it. Your eyes snapped open, pausing your movement as the feeling slowly went away, whining at the sudden loss, “No, no, no, n-no. Offender, come on, y-you can’t tease me like this..! I-it’s our- gulp -, anniversary…” you immediately spoke up, begging for Offender to continue what he was doing and help you reach your climax, but he just loved to tease you now, didn’t he? Loved to decline your orgasm, especially when it was getting good.

Offender chuckled to himself, not saying anything yet as he pulled back, letting your climax fall away as the feeling went away, still feeling turned on though so that didn’t help at all. He eventually pulled his hand back towards your pussy, his middle finger traced down from your clit to your entrance, slowly pushing his middle finger in slowly, making your breath hutch as you began to whine, eyes closed as your head rested against the pillow. He put a second finger in as he slowly pushed them in and back out again, thrusting gently and slowly at first, curling gently to hit against your G-spot, making you moan out loud, thighs clenching but his tendrils quickly forced your thighs apart again, letting out a sigh at you trying to close your thighs shut at the stimulation.

He slowly began to thrust his fingers more deeper until his knuckle hit your entrance, his fingers scissored you open from the inside, pulling his fingers back and back in again, a slight more quicker than before, obviously making you chase your release as your moans began to get more frequent, making him known of how your orgasm was coming along again. Offender stayed silent at how frequent your moans became. He pulled away his fingers, leaving you empty, and tucked them comfortably around your thighs, he could hear how loud you whined at the sudden departure, he was teasing you so much, you couldn’t contain yourself.

He suddenly brought your pussy closer to his face as he opened his mouth a licked a stripe up your folds, getting all the slick onto his tongue as he groaned, living the taste as he suddenly dove in. His tongue licked frantically at your folds, sucking at your clit with a new hunger, groaning and almost growling at the taste as his finger tips dug into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as his tongue palmed against your folds, sucking against your clit before his tongue prodded at your entrance, suddenly and slowly putting his tongue in your entrance, making you gasp out loud, thighs clenching around his head, which he didn’t seem to mind as his tendrils stayed around your thighs, loosely though, letting them move around but not too much.

After a few moments of his tongue fucking you from the inside and out, your orgasm eventually started to get close. But by your noises, your whines and how your thighs clenched around his head, he was slowly getting turned on but this anniversary was simply dedicated to you. He slowly began to grind back and forth against the bed, letting out a groan as he yanked his boxers down, letting his cock erect and push against his stomach, pausing his tongue inside of you before he began to grind back and forth on the bed, resuming his motion inside of you.

His orgasm arrived rather quickly align with yours, his tongue went deep as your walls clenched around his tongue, producing more slick than you thought you could produce. Your moans began to get louder and quicker, your eyes rolling back into your head as you whined, his hips now frantic as he moaned against your pussy, the vibrations helping as you moaned helplessly, your walls clenching around his tongue as you came right on his tongue, to which he quickly licked and slurped it all up from the inside. His hips eventually slowed down as he shot out a load against the sheets, staining them as his cum was hot against his stomach, his hips slowed down as you finished your orgasm.

He raised his head up and pulled out his tongue, his mouth covered in slick as he tugged back the covers, tilting his head to the side as he rested his head against your lower tummy, his hands slowly coming up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, “You liked that, sweetheart? You tasted absolutely divine.” Offender said sweetly to you, his hand rubbing up and down your waist, his ‘eyes’ closing as you did suspect. You calmed down from your high, your breathing slowed down as your heartbeat did the same, still fast but not as fast anymore.

You laid limp against the bed, now glad that you were woken up to a rather wonderful surprise. Your eyes were half lidded, letting Offender rest on you as he nearly purred almost, he had a tendency to do that, somehow. “Uh huh..” you blabbered in response. His tendrils eventually released you and went back into his back, letting your hands go as they came down, now red around your wrists due to how tight they were holding you, you hadn’t even noticed. You moved one of your hands and moved it to the back of his head, cupping it gently as you let out a sigh of relief, head nodding off to the side as you closed your eyes. You were happy with the surprise and the pleasure he gave you, now wanting to sleep and that he would let you have.

[spencersmithsblog]

THEY SENT ME PART OF IT BEFORE IT WAS ON HEREEEEEE

[welcometothemikeyway]

Anniversary Date.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83541816

Check out the ao3 and please support me on there!!!

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F/M

Content: Explicit

Tags: One shot, anniversary, anniversary one shot, creepypasta one shot(s), oral sex, pillow princess, neck kissing, love bites, human/monster romance, entity/monster romance, eventual smut, eventual fluff, fluff, smut, fluff and smut, clit play, vaginal fingering, short one shot, marriage, love, submission, what other tags do I need to add?, rough oral sex, orgasm edging, orgasm delay, orgasm edging, tongue fucking, orgasm

Words: 2,790

Note: it’s a shame that we don’t have alot of Offender x Reader fics… let alone decent ones in MY view, but here you guys go:p

___________

You’ve been Offenders girlfriend for an awful amount of time, specifically his wife. How? You can’t remember the first time you guys met, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. If you did have to guess how long ago you two met, you’d probably guess.. maybe, three to four decades ago? You weren’t that keen on counting and keeping track, hence anniversaries are useless in your view, in a way. Plus, why would you want to remember how many days you’ve been married to this awful guy? Awful, yet attractive. Somehow.

You were mainly married to Offender against your will, though. Before meeting him, you were a proxy of Zalgo, believe it or not! But.. eh, Zalgo didn’t like you very much, fuck no. You were everything he disliked in a proxy, you were unpredictable in a bad way, judgemental, disobedient, disrespectful towards him, insulting, rude, sarcastic and you didn’t even do the tasks you were provided with, which made Zalgo almost hate you, but you were also with Zalgo at the time.. making it known why he hadn’t thrown you out already.

Considering the fact you were his girlfriend, unwillingly or willingly so, he was kind of nice to you. Kind of. Keyword: kind of. In reality? He was a mix, yes, he was rude, absolutely rude and disgusting almost, but he was also nice, he was as nice as the summers breeze on a beach, so caring and loving too. But his mixed personality and moods were awful, he could change instantly in the quick of a flash, it was absolutely annoying and vile.

He would say such nice, loving, kind and meaningful words, yet in a flash he would change, taking back his words without saying it but he would insult you, bring you down, mock you, comment about every single thing you did, roll his eyes at you, ignore you and intentionally get you wound up. You were practically begging for a reason to leave him, you would have if it was more easier said than done.

Then Slenderman came along. Instinctively, you went with him and gave him your life long promise, which he did deeply appreciate but knowing that you used to be with Zalgo…? That was risky and dangerous, he couldn’t let you live with him and his proxies, and you understood. Hence why you were sent to live with Offender, and turns out, you two got along great and got together, even getting married a decade or so later! Slenderman wasn’t expecting that, but he eventually let you choose a choice. Stay with him and be his proxy, yet live in a different house, or stay with his brother and you wouldn’t be Slenders proxy anymore but rather Offenders proxy.

You chose to stay with Offender, he was unfortunately the only guy that understood you, respected you, loved you and cared for you without even daring to insult you. It was Offenders first ever time marrying someone, so you bet he was as sweet as ever, plus he did dearly love you, he would do anything for you and it showed.

____________

The date was the sixteenth of April, middle of spring, specifically yours and Offenders anniversary date. You never paid close attention to it because it was just a date, yeah, it meant stuff to mortals and whatnot, but you weren’t a mortal, an entity almost, and you weren’t like a mortal with dates and whatever else they were interested in.

But Offender? Oh, he loved anniversaries! It showed him how long you’ve two have been together, the whole point of anniversaries of course, and especially how you two have stayed together for such a long time, your relationship filled with love and care, even if that mostly came from him but he didn’t mind if you were mean towards him, he knew you were joking, or not, even so he didn’t care, he only cared about you and your wellbeing and that’s it.

Plus, he also adored giving you gifts, even if you didn’t ask for any gifts or for anything really, but he would always give you a gift, a necklace, a bracelet, soft bras and panty sets, cute clothing, shoes, socks… etc etc, basically necessities but more laced and more prettier looking things for you to wear for him, it makes sense in his view and you never questioned it, but you did wonder where on earth he got such soft bras and panties though. There was a chance Trenderman had something to do with it, he loved making clothes for you, you made his brother happy and stop his ridiculous and horny acts with harmless and innocent bystanders, so Trenderman does make you stuff.

-

It was early in the morning, too early for your choice, about 8AM sharp to be exact. You were dead asleep in your comfy yet shared bed, the sheets were silk and so was practically everything else, Offender loved silk and you never complained about it. Whatever made him happy.

You slowly awoke to something pressing on your waist, trailing up and down with its fingertips. You groaned at the feeling and shifted beneath the covers, hearing a deep chuckle behind you as the hand pressed down more, slowly trailing down your hips and just pressing against the edge of your panties against your hips, grabbing the thin cotton as it pulled it back, letting go as it snapped against your hip, waking you up.

Your eyes opened instantly, shooting up from your original lying down position, sitting up as you stared forward for a moment, looking back at who was the culprit. Offender, of course it was. You stared at him as a big wide grin was on his face, “Morning, sweetheart.” He said happily, leaning over you as his chest was bare to you, his muscles and chest glistening as the light of the sun coming up glistened against his chest. Due to how he was hairless all over, he was glowing all over, making his skin look so smooth, so soft to the touch, and it was smooth to the touch.

You stared at Offender with a deadpanned look at him, your expression not moving as you stared at him, “Morning. I was sleeping.” You said bluntly to Offender, wanting to know why on Earth he decided to wake you up. You were having a rather good sleep then, yet of course, Offender decides to ruin it. He only smirked more in response, shifting closer until his front was against your back, his head lowering to the crook of your neck.

His breath tickled at your neck, his head lowered as he kissed against your neck, pressing soft kisses as his hand stayed planted on your hip, his fingers slowly going under the soft cotton of your panties, your breath hitched at the feeling, a heat pooling low in your stomach as blush rushed to your cheeks, staying quiet for now. “Mmm, I know you were, but I simply couldn’t resist myself, darling.” Offender mumbled into your neck, pressing soft kisses all over as he began to gently suck at your skin, leaving red bruises at your skin as they slowly turned into a deep purple and blue mixed bruises, his sucking getting harder.

You went and stayed limp beneath him, letting him do all the work like a pillow princess. His other hand stayed to prop himself up as white thin tendrils slowly came out of his back, one of them wrapped around your waist, turning you over ever so gently so you laid against the bed on your back. Two went to your thighs, spreading them open beneath the covers as his hand dipped lower, his fingertips ghastning over the middle part of your panties, where your core laid trapped behind the panties. A tendril came up and gently wrapped around your wrist, moving it upwards to pin above your head, along with another tendril to your other wrist, doing the same.

Staring up at the ceiling, your eyes half lidded as you felt his fingertips gently touch over the place you wanted him most. Lifting your hips up to chase that feeling, your breathing slowly getting faster as your heartbeat accelerated, head titling to the side as you whined uselessly. Offender only chuckled at the sound, moving closer as he sat above yiu, straddling your legs, his free hand came down and pressed your hips down against the bed, “Ah, ah, ah.. silly, darling. Don’t chase it, just lay there.” Offender told you off teasingly so, stopping his movement as his other hand came down and rested on your knee, massaging softly.

Hearing his voice, you only groaned in response, closing your eyes as you refused to meet his gaze. He shook his head in response and he ducked under the covers again, pulling the covers up and over his head, making it so that it rested on your stomach, a tendril wrapped around your waist as it held you down so you couldn’t move. His breath ghosted over your core trapped behind your panties, his long fingers went under the edge of your panties on your hips, pulling them down to your knees, lifting your legs up and putting them over your shoulders, making you whine at the sudden breath straight on your core, nothing covering it now.

Offender hummed as he took you in, his ‘eyes’ taking you in as his hand came up, two fingers gently parted your folds, revealing your clit, as slick came onto his fingers as you moaned at the touch, hips trying to move but the tendril tightened around them, not being able to make you move. Offender simply ignored that and focused on your core, his index finger moved from your hole to your clit, gently rubbing it in slow circles, “Does this feel good, darling? I want to treat you.” Offender finally spoke up, finally making you know and understand why he was doing this. A treat, for your anniversary of course, you remembered it instantly at him saying this was a treat.

At his words, your eyes slowly opened half lidded, bringing you back to your senses for a moment. You mumbled some non-comprehensive under your breath, making Offender chuckle at the noises along with your breath hitching and a soft moan every now and then. “You sound wonderful, my darling.. I wonder how you taste.” Offender murmured softly to you, his finger not stopping its movement as it focused on the red bud inbetween your folds. Gently rubbing it in a circle as it was now clearly swollen and red, sensitive to the touch yet he didn’t stop his touch, rather only fueling the fire as you felt heat pool in your lower tummy even more, nearing to your climax already and he’s only playing with your clit.

Your breath hitched as you dug your head into the pillows, “O-oh, Offender..” you moaned his name, toes clenching as your legs shifted on his shoulders, hips begging to move and to shove your pussy into his face to get it started already, before he suddenly pulled back as soon as you were about to reach it. Your eyes snapped open, pausing your movement as the feeling slowly went away, whining at the sudden loss, “No, no, no, n-no. Offender, come on, y-you can’t tease me like this..! I-it’s our- gulp -, anniversary…” you immediately spoke up, begging for Offender to continue what he was doing and help you reach your climax, but he just loved to tease you now, didn’t he? Loved to decline your orgasm, especially when it was getting good.

Offender chuckled to himself, not saying anything yet as he pulled back, letting your climax fall away as the feeling went away, still feeling turned on though so that didn’t help at all. He eventually pulled his hand back towards your pussy, his middle finger traced down from your clit to your entrance, slowly pushing his middle finger in slowly, making your breath hutch as you began to whine, eyes closed as your head rested against the pillow. He put a second finger in as he slowly pushed them in and back out again, thrusting gently and slowly at first, curling gently to hit against your G-spot, making you moan out loud, thighs clenching but his tendrils quickly forced your thighs apart again, letting out a sigh at you trying to close your thighs shut at the stimulation.

He slowly began to thrust his fingers more deeper until his knuckle hit your entrance, his fingers scissored you open from the inside, pulling his fingers back and back in again, a slight more quicker than before, obviously making you chase your release as your moans began to get more frequent, making him known of how your orgasm was coming along again. Offender stayed silent at how frequent your moans became. He pulled away his fingers, leaving you empty, and tucked them comfortably around your thighs, he could hear how loud you whined at the sudden departure, he was teasing you so much, you couldn’t contain yourself.

He suddenly brought your pussy closer to his face as he opened his mouth a licked a stripe up your folds, getting all the slick onto his tongue as he groaned, living the taste as he suddenly dove in. His tongue licked frantically at your folds, sucking at your clit with a new hunger, groaning and almost growling at the taste as his finger tips dug into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as his tongue palmed against your folds, sucking against your clit before his tongue prodded at your entrance, suddenly and slowly putting his tongue in your entrance, making you gasp out loud, thighs clenching around his head, which he didn’t seem to mind as his tendrils stayed around your thighs, loosely though, letting them move around but not too much.

After a few moments of his tongue fucking you from the inside and out, your orgasm eventually started to get close. But by your noises, your whines and how your thighs clenched around his head, he was slowly getting turned on but this anniversary was simply dedicated to you. He slowly began to grind back and forth against the bed, letting out a groan as he yanked his boxers down, letting his cock erect and push against his stomach, pausing his tongue inside of you before he began to grind back and forth on the bed, resuming his motion inside of you.

His orgasm arrived rather quickly align with yours, his tongue went deep as your walls clenched around his tongue, producing more slick than you thought you could produce. Your moans began to get louder and quicker, your eyes rolling back into your head as you whined, his hips now frantic as he moaned against your pussy, the vibrations helping as you moaned helplessly, your walls clenching around his tongue as you came right on his tongue, to which he quickly licked and slurped it all up from the inside. His hips eventually slowed down as he shot out a load against the sheets, staining them as his cum was hot against his stomach, his hips slowed down as you finished your orgasm.

He raised his head up and pulled out his tongue, his mouth covered in slick as he tugged back the covers, tilting his head to the side as he rested his head against your lower tummy, his hands slowly coming up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, “You liked that, sweetheart? You tasted absolutely divine.” Offender said sweetly to you, his hand rubbing up and down your waist, his ‘eyes’ closing as you did suspect. You calmed down from your high, your breathing slowed down as your heartbeat did the same, still fast but not as fast anymore.

You laid limp against the bed, now glad that you were woken up to a rather wonderful surprise. Your eyes were half lidded, letting Offender rest on you as he nearly purred almost, he had a tendency to do that, somehow. “Uh huh..” you blabbered in response. His tendrils eventually released you and went back into his back, letting your hands go as they came down, now red around your wrists due to how tight they were holding you, you hadn’t even noticed. You moved one of your hands and moved it to the back of his head, cupping it gently as you let out a sigh of relief, head nodding off to the side as you closed your eyes. You were happy with the surprise and the pleasure he gave you, now wanting to sleep and that he would let you have.

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I WAS FIRST ONE TO READ THIS

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Hihi!! Fic idea!! 2008!ray absolutely pining over touring crew!reader & is soooo desperate for them,, all the while reader is oblivious to the way that man is basically salivating over them sighhh 🤤🤤

One day reader decides to give him a peck on the lips because they've been having the hots for him and ray sort of loses it!! 😖😖

OH PLEASE I ADORE THIS!!! Ray lovers unite!!

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Content: 2008 Ray Toro x crew reader, obnoxious levels of pining, oral male receiving, praise. NSFW bit isn't until the veryyy end, so you can read everything up to it and still get the full story! Word Count: 3,087 A/N: I fully believe Ray would in no world let the reader take care of him first / without reciprocation, but the ask used gender neutral terms, so I wanted to keep this one inclusive to all my lovely readers so everyone can get some Ray action ;) <3

The thing about Ray Toro is that he is bad at hiding things.

Like, catastrophically bad.

Everyone else on the tour seems to notice it before you do—the way his eyes follow you when you pass through the narrow aisle in the bus with a clipboard tucked under your arm, the way he suddenly forgets how to tune his guitar when you lean over his shoulder to ask if he needs anything.

Ray, meanwhile, is suffering.

He sits there, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, trying so hard not to stare at you like you’re the only solid thing in a world that’s constantly in motion. You smell like coffee and vanilla and something clean—laundry detergent, maybe? It drives him insane.

You're basically a part of the band's ecosystem at this point, and Ray noticed it all. He knew how you took your coffee (too sweet) and the fact that you always preferred to sit cross-legged on the floor rather than take the last empty chair. He knew the way you'd pull your hair back while unloading gear and the way you absentmindedly hummed while taping the setlist to the stage had inspired a guitar riff or two that sounded suspiciously like longing. He had promptly deleted them because get a grip, dude.

You were unloading gear for a show when you got to Ray's guitar case. You figured you'd ask him where he wanted it since the backstage area at this venue was a little different than what you were accustomed to. "Hey, Ray where-"

He turned around quickly at the sound of your voice and choked on the water he was drinking, coughing violently. His cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink when he saw the tiny pair of shorts you were wearing. It was an especially hot May in Texas, so you were merely doing what was necessary to survive all of the physical labor in the heat, but to Ray it was basically a death threat. "Oh-uh hi sorry...wrong pipe...What's up?"

Gerard, who was sketching quietly over in the corner, looked up with a bit of a smirk on his face and then returned to his sketchbook. You didn't notice, but Ray did, and his blush deepened.

"Uh, sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to know where you wanted me to put your guitar," you smiled at him reassuringly.

"Oh, uhm...you can leave it right here, I-uh gotta tune it still so I can just do that right now." He nodded, trying to recap his waterbottle but fumbling the cap in his hands. The cap rolled across the floor and Ray muttered a string of curses under his breath as you bent down to pick it up. You held it out to him in your palm and he took it from you gratefully, fingers brushing yours a bit too gently. He wanted to scream. Your hair was pulled back like it always was when you were running around backstage and your face was lightly glistening with little beads of sweat from hauling around the heavy equipment.

"Thanks," his voice cracked in a way that made him want to lie down on the concrete floor and perish. He looked at the bottle cap in his palm like it had personally betrayed him as he screwed it back onto the water bottle.

"Yeah, you're welcome," you replied easily, then you laughed. "Wasn't aware the job description included chasing around Ray Toro's water bottle caps."

He laughed too. He always laughed at your jokes. His eyes grazed over your face again. You were standing close enough still that he could see the little freckles on your face that he had mapped out countless times in his mind. Your eyelashes were clumped together, dark with leftover mascara and sweat. He wondered briefly what it would be like to brush over them with his thumb.

"Uh, yeah, big day huh?" He said quickly, trying to think of something quickly to distract himself from how hard his heart was beating in his chest. That was stupid- it was always a big day on tour.

You didn't seem to mind the stupid question and he loved you all the more for it. "Yeah, this venue is kinda wild. It's like a maze backstage."

"Yeah," Ray agreed, the curls framing his face bobbing lightly as he nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "I got lost earlier, ended up at a janitor's closet?"

You smile at that and Ray's chest tightens.

Across the room, Frank had walked in and was standing by Gerard. He was watching the conversation with an expression reminiscent of someone watching a slow-motion car crash. You eventually move on. Of course you do. You’re good at your job and the world does not revolve around Ray Toro’s inability to cope with his feelings. The second you’re gone, Ray slumped forward, resting his forehead against the neck of his guitar.

“Get it together,” he whispered to himself. “Please.”

He did not get it together.

The rest of the day was a blur of stolen glances and almost-conversations. You passed him bottles of water, brushed past him in tight hallways, called his name once to ask if he was ready for soundcheck, and each time it felt like too much and not enough all at once.

During the show, he played like his life depended on it, pouring everything he doesn't say into the strings of his guitar. Every time he looked out, his eyes found you at the edge of the stage. He watched you like you were an anchor -- focused, grounding. Like you were proof that all of this was real.

The hours after the show were a blur of moving pieces, cleaning up and loading gear back into the bus. He didn't see much of you, just a glance every so often. The adrenaline of the show crashed hard as he slumped in the bus with exhaustion. He sat with his forehead resting on his knees, which were pulled close to his chest. He llooked up and you were climbing into the bus. He watched you like he always did. Even if it made him feel like a bit of a creep sometimes, he couldn't help it.

This time though, you caught him. Your eyes met. Your gaze held. He felt something shift. Then you were walking over to him. He desperately fought down the panic as you knelt in front of him. "Hey," you stopped for a moment, waiting for him to look at you. "You okay? You've been...weird today."

He paused. Truth was, he was not okay at all. He was near driving himself insane. Or well, you were near driving him insane. "Just tired. It was a long day." He stopped for a second. His great excuse had been it was a long day? He felt bad for complaining to you about the day being exhausting. You had hauled all their shit out and packed it back up. "I mean, sorry you know that obviously...you work harder than any of our sorry asses do."

You smiled. You had toured with other bands in the past and it was not all that common for the artists to actually appreciate and respect the work you did. But to Ray, it never went unnoticed. You often found little thank-you notes in your bags, punctuated with a hell of a lot of smiley faces. They were never signed, but you always recognized his handwriting instantly. "Thank you...and I get it. It's a lot. I just wanted to check on you."

"You're always doing that," he mumbles, his voice raspy and low, the kind of sound that makes your stomach do a weird, fluttering somersault. "Noticing stuff...I think I’m being all chill and then you—you come over and look at me like you can see the literal gears grinding in my head." He laughs -- a short, nervous thing that catches in his throat. "I'm fine, really. just...you’re a lot, sometimes. In a good way...like, a really good way. It's just complex, like a piece when you have to think about it for days just to understand how all the parts fit together-" He was suddenly aware of his rambling. He could see the faint smirk on your face, and it made him want to melt through the floors of the bus. He's so hopelessly in love with you that it feels like a physical weight in his chest.

"Ray," you said plainly. "Take a deep breath."

Your own mind was spinning, trying to gauge the level of professionalism here. You trusted Frank, who had pulled you aside to talk earlier, but if he was messing with you, this could be detrimental. Finally, you gave in to your internal struggle. You leaned in. It wasn't some dramatic, cinematic sweep, but moreso just a slight tilt of your head, pressing your lips to his in a quick, innocent peck. It lasted only a second...maybe even less. But for Ray? Total system failure.

His brain practically rebooted. His fidgety hands froze mid-air. He suddenly couldn't breathe. His lips felt like a live wire, sparks jumping under his skin and spreading across his body.

You pulled back an inch, searching his eyes, wide in shock. You felt a flush creeping up your own neck. "Ray? I'm sorry was that weird? Because Frank told me I should and I've been wanting to to that since Portland..."

Ray's mouth opened and then closed. He looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, but no sound came out. "Portland?" he finally forced the sound out, his voice higher than usual. "Since- you since Portland?" Instead of doing something cool in response, he clapped his hands over his own mouth, eyes wide still (he could have kicked himself later for responding like this).

"Ray?" You asked, a little laugh escaping you as you noticed his genuine shock.

He let out a muffled, strangled noise into his palms, his shoulders shaking. "I was gonna- I literally thought I was gonna die I- I thought I was being so creepy, watching you, wanting you -- Portland? Really? Frank?"

You laughed. "Yes really. But I didn't pick up on it, not really. Frank pulled me aside today and told me he couldn't stand it anymore and to 'just fucking kiss him already.'"

Ray half-sighed, half-laughed, and leaned in until his forehead was against yours. His curls spilled around your face, enveloping you in the scent of hairspray, sweat, and him. "Can you...can you do that again?" He asked, voice barely a whisper. "Just so I know I didn't pass out on stage and dream all of this?"

You don't even have to be asked twice, leaning back in. But this time, the kiss is slower, steadier, your hand reaching up to cup his jaw. His hands, still trembling, found your waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of your t-shirt like he was trying to anchor himself. When you go to pull away, he pulls you back in, not ready to let go yet.

"Now I feel like I'm actually going to pass out."

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. He melted, arms wrapping around you properly now, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He was still shaking from the adrenaline and the sheer relief of it all.

"You have no idea," he muttered into your skin. "I was so- I was so convinced you thought I was weird. I've been literally drooling over you since like the first week of tour. "Poor Frank has had to listen to me whine about how pretty you are for like thousands of miles."

"Really?" You felt his hands wandering up your sides.

"Yeah, genuinely." He smiled down at you, now trying to ignore the fact that you were kneeling between his legs. He tried to suppress the very graphic thoughts that began running through his head. "Uh, you wanna sit up here?" He patted the bunk in a desperate attempt to get you off the floor.

You sensed the shift in his facial expression, and a smile spread across your face. "No, I like sitting on the floor better anyway."

"I know," he replied, maybe a little too quickly.

You were a little surprised. You'd caught him watching you countless times, but for some reason, you'd never realized that he remembered details about you. You rested your arms on his thighs, leaning closer. He looked like he wanted to kiss you until he couldn't breathe. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the fact that his wandering thoughts had affected him so physically. "You okay?" You asked. You could tell that he was trying to be a gentleman, trying to hold himself together. No, trying to hold himself back.

"Y-yeah," his voice betrayed him. If you kept looking up at him like this, his self-restraint was going to crack and crumble into a million pieces. His gaze flicked to your lips. He so badly wanted them against his again. Hell, he wanted them everywhere. You kissed him gently, like you had the first time. That did it. He pulled you in as close as he could and kissed you hungrily, desperately. His teeth gently tugged at your bottom lip, followed quickly by his tongue running across it. He was losing it. He needed you so badly. His hands tangled up in your hair as you kissed him.

His head spun as he felt your hand palming at his crotch. "Fuck- you can't..."

"Do you not want me to?" you asked.

"No, no I want you to. You have no idea how bad I want you to."

"Alright, then don't stop yourself," you muttered against his lips as you went in for another kiss, palming harder at the bulge in his pants. He let out a low moan against your lips before he could stop himself. Any remaining semblance of self-control snapped and he pulled you onto his lap, grinding roughly against you.

"...been wanting this for so long..." he muttered against your skin as he trailed kisses down your neck. "Just wanna make you feel good...you work so hard..."

"No no...I'm gonna take care of you," You smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"What? No no please I wanna-"

Before he knew it, you were sliding off his lap back between his knees and unbuckling his pants. He watched you through heavily lidded eyes. His face was flushed the most beautiful shade of pink and his curls were still stuck to his forehead in little ringlets. You pulled him out of his underwear and cautiously licked his tip, testing the waters. He was already leaking so much precum just from kissing you. His head fell back against the top bunk, hand on the back of your head. He wasn't grabbing your hair (yet), but his strong hand was steadying, encouraging... gentle. The pure intimacy of the gesture made your chest ache. He was so down bad. How had you never realized it before? You reached up to give him another gentle kiss before you took him in your mouth. He was too big to handle with just your mouth. You already had to test the limits of how far you could unhinge your jaw to accommodate his girth. Your right hand stroked what you couldn't fit while your left rested on his thigh to steady yourself. You slowly sank down onto him and paused for just a moment before beginning to bob your head. He let out a strangled groan, stroking your hair lightly with the hand that cradled your head.

"Fuck...feels so good...that's it, sweetheart..."

You suppressed a smile and swirled your tongue around the tip, speeding up your hand before slipping him back into your mouth.

"So good...so good for me..." he gazed down at you with the most adoring look of disbelief you had ever seen. He had always loved watching you, but he'd never imagined he'd watch you like this.

You sped up your movements, testing your limits as you took him deeper and harder. He was a flustered, moaning mess as his hand gradually found its way woven into your hair. He wasn't pulling harshly, just enough to ground himself. This only encouraged you further.

"So pretty...doing so well..." he could hardly get words out through the hazy bliss of pleasure at this point, but he groaned out praises as best he could. He knew there was no way he'd last much longer, but he desperately tried to suppress the growing, fiery sensation. He was convinced that this moment was fleeting, and the moment it was over, you'd vanish from his hand. At the same time, he was aching for relief, and this was everything he'd ever hoped it would be and so much more. He started lightly thrusting his hips to meet your strokes. Feeling him start twitching in your mouth, you doubled down on your efforts, moaning around him as you sucked. Your eyes met his. This undid him completely.

"I'm close I'm gonna- holy shit! Fuck!" You felt the warmth spread down your throat as his hands tightened in your hair, eliciting a moan from you. The added sensation of the vibrations around him as he rode out his orgasm caused a sharp cry to tear out of his throat, followed by another string of praises and curses. He leaned back, relaxing, his chest heaving as he scrambled for breath. You released him from your mouth and helped him tuck himself back into his pants gently. Before you could say anything, he was pulling you onto his lap and kissing you softly all over your face, fingers heading for your waistband.

The door to the bus slid open, and the rest of the guys filed in, laughing and pushing each other. Luckily, you and Ray were both dressed, but the sight of the two of you, flushed, with you on his lap and your hair sticking up in all directions, tipped them off. They paused for a moment, mouths agape. Frank was the first to recover.

"Thank fuck!! We're finally freed from the yearning!" He jumped up and down like a little kid in a candy store. Ray buried his face in the crook of your neck with a small sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, Frank. You're a free man." You laughed, brushing Ray's hair back softly.

[spencersmithsblog]

why is there like no ray toro x male reader fics??

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

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reblog to KILL jk rowling

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brendon urie being feminized and fucked like a whore

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Ray Toro splitting you open with his thick cock. He keeps telling you he's sorry because he knows he's big and it hurts, but he cant help himself.

Pounding into you moaning, "Sorry, sorry, fuck mommy I'm sorry, you feel so good. I'm sorry I can't help it."

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omg i need him above me calling me mommy (yes ik im a guy)

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i love spencer

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