Ray Toro with the skull makeup…
The concert just finished, he’s panting, he’s sweaty and he’s wearing this cool ass skull makeup. You can’t wait any longer. While the guys are drinking water and fixing their stuff backstage, you approach Ray with a seemingly innocent expression.
Keep the makeup on! You tell him quietly, so only he can hear you. He knows what you mean, what you want. He saw your reaction when he showed up with the skull paint on in front of you for the first time. You were a little bit too excited.
how abooout reader and Ray being roommates and Ray puts sleeping pills in reader‘s food and drinks before bedtime and secretly breeds reader in their sleep? and he does this every. single. night. reader gets pregnant and doesn’t know where the fuck all this came from. they haven’t had sex with anyone in months. how?!?! maybe Ray sends reader a video from one of his fun nights to clear things off. maybe he doesn’t and keeps it as his dirty secret.
YESSS I HEARRR UUUU ( gooning at his fingers rn omg)
Currently thinking about Ray who is roommates with you. He’s a nice guy always asking you if you wanted fast food or something from the store. He doesn’t mind buying things for you when you ask him, he just likes to see your sweet smile when you thank him for the things he buys you.
But recently you’ve been feeling sleepy and tired. You couldn’t put your finger on it as every time you ate something or drink something you get so sleepy, waking up in the middle of the night to feel your cunt so sore and your stomach so full. This led you to hiding food in your room not knowing if someone was tampering with your food or drinks.
Obviously Ray was the culprit behind it, like I said earlier he couldn’t help it! It started as something small, promising not to do it again but he got so addicted. Seeing your sleepy form and your weeping cunt ready for him it was like you were calling him on purpose.
Roughly pounding into you shading the bed, feeling your cunt tighten shading his cock so well. Fondling with your breasts and occasionally sucking them and pinching your nipples. God he loved doing it every night. He purposely would cum inside of you, just to get that feeling that he owned you. He would recorded it too, just in case if you weren’t here that night so he could jerk off to it.
Seeing your confused face every morning, the way you would waddled around due to how stuffed your cunt was. He got more excited to see your bellow growing, seeing your panicked face that you were pregnant. Of course you tell him that you were pregnant and didn’t know how you were.
Smiling inside as he tried to comfort you, knowing that the baby was his and you didn’t even know it. Of course he would help you with your baby, he was the father anyways. Sometimes he can’t help but think of doing it again once you gave birth.
Just for the thrill of it
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One Shot- 18+
Any era!Ray x f!reader
Tags: p in v, marking, hair pulling, fingering, dom/sub, praise, pussy worship, begging, whiny Ray.
Summary: Ray forgets your anniversary and comes home to a very upset you. He makes it up to you the only way he knows how.
1.4k words| "Under the moonlight" pt.3 out soon, I promise! <3
You loved Ray more than anything in this world. But my god, you could kill him right now. Truly, you could strangle him.
Your apartment was quiet, the distant hum of the city outside the window. You sat on the couch, arms crossed tightly over your chest, staring at the blank tv screen. The anger simmered in your veins like a slow-burning fire, refusing to die down.
It was you and Ray’s fifth anniversary, a milestone that had been circled in red on the calendar for months. It was the only thing you had been subtly hinting towards for weeks, and what does he do?
Forgets it entirely.
You’d come home early from work, excited, dressing up just for him and planning the perfect night: a quiet dinner, maybe some wine, and a night spent between the sheets with your boyfriend. But as the clock ticked past 10 pm, the anger soon turned to pure vengeful rage.
The door clicked open hours later, and there he was—your boyfriend of five years, his curly hair disheveled and fingers still indented from his guitar strings. Ray dropped his keys on the table, his eyes lighting up when he saw you, but the smile faded the second he registered your expression.
“Babe? Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice already laced with familiar whine.
You didn’t look at him, just kept your gaze on the black screen. “What’s today?” you asked, to which he froze like a deer in headlights.
“Thursd—“
“It’s our anniversary, Ray.” You said, cutting him off completely.
The color drained from his face. He was so wrapped up in practice today, he forgot the most important thing—you.
How could he do that?
“Oh god, it is… Shit, it is our anniversary. Fuck—oh god, baby, I’m so sorry. The new riff wouldn't leave my head, and I thought I'd just knock it out quick—“
You held your hand up to stop him, not wanting to hear a single excuse.
His face crumpled, those big brown eyes widening in genuine remorse. He dropped to his knees in front of the couch, right at your feet, his hands hovering like he wanted to touch you but wasn't sure if he was allowed. "Please, baby, let me make it up to you. I'll do whatever it takes. Dinner tomorrow, a weekend away—anything."
A sigh left your body, trying to hold onto the anger, but his whiny tone was easily chipping it away. Ray was always like this—needy, desperate for your approval, especially when he knew he'd fucked up big time.
It was endearing, in a way, but tonight it just made you want to push him further.
His hands reached for your hips.
"Not so fast," you murmured, lifting your heel. The sharp stiletto glinted in the low light as you pressed the pointed tip against his chest, right over his heart.
Ray froze, breath hitching—fuck, you were everything to him. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pin him in place, a reminder of the power you hold.
“Beg,” you said, low and commanding. “Beg for me, Ray. Tell me how sorry you are.”
“Beg for my pussy like you mean it.”
His cheeks flushed, those deep brown eyes locking onto yours with a mix of desperation and desire. He was unraveling right before you.
“Oh, baby, please,” he whined.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I was an idiot, forgetting our day. You're everything to me. I need you—need your pussy so bad. I'll make it right, I swear."
You pressed the heel in a fraction harder, watching his broad chest rise and fall quicker. “More. Whine for it. Show me what a good needy boy you are.”
Fuck he needed you…
A soft whimper escaped him; he would jump you right now if he could, but he held back at your command. "God, please... let me make it up to you. Let me have your pussy—I'll worship it, fuck, I'll beg all night if that's what you want. Please, baby, I'm so sorry.” His tone was pathetic, but oh, how it made you so undeniably horny.
Ray’s lips parted, his breath ragged and cock already straining against his jeans as he knelt there, pinned by your heel.
Satisfied—for now—you eased the pressure, shifting back on the couch just enough for him to shuffle forward on his knees. “Good boy,” you purred, hiking up your dress to finally give him a look at what he so desperately craved.
You motioned him closer with your finger, and Ray dropped to his hands, crawling forward, the whine in his throat turning into a grateful groan as he positioned himself between your thighs. His calloused fingertips—rough from years of strumming chords—traced up your inner thighs, sending shivers through you. He hooked his fingers into your panties, sliding them down slowly, reverently, exposing your slick folds.
"Fuck, you're so wet,” he breathed, voice needy, eyes fixed on your pussy like it was his salvation. "Please, let me..."
"Fingers only," you reminded, threading your fingers through his curls to guide him. "Make me come, Ray. Prove you're worth forgiving."
He nodded frantically, his index and middle fingers pressing against your entrance, teasing the wetness there before pushing inside. The stretch was perfect, those skilled digits curling immediately to hit that spot that made your back arch. Ray knew your body like he knew his guitar. He pumped them slowly at first, thumb circling your clit with precise pressure.
"Like this?" he whined, leaning in closer, his cheek pressed against your thigh, pleading eyes looking up at you.
"Tell me it's good, baby. I need to make you feel good. I'm so sorry—fuck." His fingers sped up, scissoring inside you, the rough pads dragging against your walls. You clenched around him, moans spilling from your lips as he worked you higher.
"Faster," you gasped, and he obeyed, his whines mixing with the wet sounds of his fingers fucking into you.
"Yes—god, Ray, right there." He added a third finger, stretching you fuller, his wrist twisting to grind deeper. “S-shit.” The anger slowly melted away into pure bliss.
His cock throbbed untouched in his jeans, cum leaking steadily as he watched your face, desperate for approval.
“You're so tight,” he breathed, placing an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh. “Come for me, please," he begged, voice breaking into a high, needy keening. The coil snapped, pleasure crashing over you as you came hard, hips bucking against his hand.
Ray didn't stop, fingers milking every wave from you, whines and whimpers leaving his lips as he watched you fall apart.
You pulled him up by his hair, kissing him fiercely. "You're not done yet," you whispered against his lips.
He surged forward, lifting you effortlessly off the couch. He carried you to the bedroom, stripping you both with eager hands, whining into your neck as he ground against you.
You wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his back—not to stop him this time, but to pull him deeper. Ray slid into you easily, filling you. “Thank you, baby,” he panted, thrusting into you at a steady pace.
This moment was pure bliss to Ray, his whiny apologies turning to loving murmurs as he fucked you through another building orgasm. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “Ray…”
“Yeah, baby? More?” His voice cracked with whine, desperate as he pushed further inside you, slow and deep. “God, yes,” you moaned, your nails clawing at his back. He groaned in response, thrusting faster.
“I love feeling you like this, squeezing my cock— fuck your pussy was made just for me.”
God, he was amazing.
You were close, so close, your thighs trembling around his waist. “Ray—don't stop—“
He shook his head, he couldn’t stop—wouldn’t stop till he made it up to you entirely.
The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you as you cried out his name. Your pussy pulsing around him. He came with a broken cry, body shuddering as he collapsed against your chest. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “And, I’m really sorry about tonight.”
His words were filled with sincerity. He really was sorry.
You smiled into his chest, and the anger fully dissipated. “I know. Just... don't make me wait again.”
He kissed your forehead, whispering. “Never. I promise.”
The night stretched on, a blur of tangled limbs and whispered promises, turning a forgotten day into one of the best damn anniversaries of your life.
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