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SETLIST

Helena

Give 'Em Hell, Kid

Thank You for the Venom

Cemetery Drive

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison

The Ghost of You

Our Lady of Sorrows

Bullets Era! 🦇💋

⌖ Ray Toro is like a spectrum. Here is super submissive Ray Toro.

⌖ Doesn’t understand how you could be insecure.

⌖ Favorite part about you is your tubby arms. The smell of your deodorant fading near your armpit. Your thick arms. How they wrap around his neck after you finally allow him to pick you up when he hugs you. Nips down your shoulder, past, and back up again.

⌖ Favorite position is missionary. Gets all shy being so close to you, caresses your body, hides his face, always thoughtful of you. “Sorry, baby, I-I won’t l-look away again.” He stammers when you shame him of how shy he’s getting.

⌖ “L-Lemme j-just make you cum and I’ll pull away, ‘k-kay?” He would explain and beg while fucking his cock between your thighs, head rubbing your clit. Just so eager to make you cum and have your thighs clamp around his dick.

⌖ Whimpering king

⌖ Loves when you steam up his glasses.

⌖ NEVER makes you feel ashamed of eating. “You hungry?” He’ll ask while laying his head on your belly, hearing the rumbling. But he’s 10x the bigger eater than you. “Me too! Let me either make or order something..”

⌖ Worried constantly if he icks you. Do you hate how yappy he is? How he admires you? How he loves it when you watch him play his guitar?

⌖ WANTS the hickeys more than wants to give them. Needs to be covered. Not a “you’re mine” guy, more of a “I’m yours” guy.

Revenge Era! 👻🪦

⚰︎ Here we have switch that prefers bottoming. Obsessed with you riding him but also loves forcing you down on his face.

⚰︎ Speaking of face sitting, he’s so shy about it, but his favorite parts about you are your thighs and ass.

⚰︎ Considering that liking, he loves to 69. It’s his favorite. Gives him the perfect view and taste all while feels you driving him nuts with what you’re doing to him. ⚰︎ One for outdoor dates. Picnic, restaurants, arcade. Wherever he can show off his girl.

⚰︎ Thrifts you cute clothes. You wouldn’t tell him your size, so he did have to sneak a look at your clothes. Not in a pervy way though!!! :-((((

⚰︎ Ray gets so upset that he can be really pervy sometimes…. You always let him take videos on his camera of you, and he zooms in on parts of your body without you knowing, secretly places it down recording somewhere while he kisses you or you both fuck.

⚰︎ Loves it when you punish him. Wants is rough from you. A hand around his neck, a slap to the cheek, edging him until he’s crying and overstimulating him until he’s sobbing. He needs to be punished, considering he always confesses his sins the day after, unable to keep anything from you.

⚰︎ Oh the dominant side…. You’re being so negative about yourself, and he just snaps. Pulling you into the bathroom wherever you both are to force you to look in the mirror while fucking you from behind. “Go on. Say nice things about yourself, baby. Say, ‘I’m a pretty girl’. C’mon, speak up. ‘I’m perfect’. ‘You’re right, Ray, I’m a pretty girl’.”

⚰︎ Aftercare EVERY TIME. Both of you always engage in aftercare no matter the moment. Cuddles, food, movies, baths, reassurance, a nap: anything.

⚰︎ Clingy as fuck. Needing a hand on your thigh, in your hand, on your plush waist. Gets whiny when someone looks at you too long. Never letting you escape his strong grip when he’s asleep.

TBP Era! 🐺💀

† Complete 50/50 switch. Will bend you over and screw you in doggy or beg you to suck him off and let him cum while teasing the shit out of him.

† I knowwww he’s cocky. Only cocky-cocky Ray. Loves making you cry while cumming. He talks so condescendingly: “Aww, poor, poor, baby. Can’t even take my cock.”

† Learned how to make you squirt. Uses it to his advantage to make you soak the bed while you cum uncontrollably and repeatedly.

† Big on ownership. Gets you a little “R” necklace because “it’s cute”. No. He wants people to know who you belong to.

† Tries to convince you for threesomes with the band. “Baby… please? I’ll be on bottom. Want them to see how you take control of me.” He’s beg on his knees. “Frank would love it so much. You think he’s pretty, don’t you?”

† Somewhat related to that, he’s sooo good at convincing you. You won’t ride him until he begs? Fine. He’s begging. Doesn’t take long with how good he is.

† Boobs guy. Marks them up so much. Nurses on them while you ride him so he’s quiet until they’re sore.

† Likes for you to manhandle him. To tie him down, stuff your panties in his mouth, keep your beautiful body out of his reach. He doesn’t even cry from your touch, just from the sight of you sitting on his chest and rubbing your clit right in front of his face.

† Never wants you to hesitate to take control. Whoever initiates it first controls it. If either of you need a little encouraging, he acts more bratty than you, trying to fuck his fist right then and there until you fight him.

† Isn’t scared of some things… like being pegged… hard… with a leash…

Danger Days Era! 🕷️☀️

☣︎ Switch who prefers topping. Fucks you like an animal but moans like a girl the second you pull his hair.

☣︎ He really likes making a mess of you. Cumming on your tits, spitting on your face, cumming in your mouth and fucking your throat until spit comes out, making you cover yourself in squirt.

☣︎ Really mean. Fucks you repeatedly without letting you cum, just giving your clit no stimulation for hours until it’s throbbing and you cum nearly the second it’s touched.

☣︎ His favorite part of you is your face, which seems more innocent than most. It partly is, but not completely. He loves your beautiful eyes, how they squint when you smile from your chubby cheeks raising or when they’re full of tears. Oh, and your cheeks… so soft and squishy, adorable all flushed and red after he chokes you.

☣︎ Oh he likes to be called sir. He likes it when you put on a little innocent act and call him it

☣︎ OH YES HE LOVES YOUR PUSSY BUT HE GIVES NEAR AS MUCH ATTENTION TO THE OTHER HOLE. Fucks your tight, tight ass because he loves seeing how far it stretches around his girth.

☣︎ This one doesn’t ASK for threesomes. He’ll fuck you there in front of his friends. Gerard always observes silently, as if there’s something to impress him with that you haven’t done yet, even though his hard on is obvious. Mikey gets incredibly shy, scolding Ray. Frank touches himself.

☣︎ For some reason this Ray seems stinkiest to me. Like he smell of sweat.

☣︎ Biggest fantasy is to have you dress up in something so stereotypically sexy, like in lingerie or a slutty costume, so you can dominate him

Current Era! 🫶🎸

𑣲 Strictly tops. Uses you like his little doll.

𑣲 Super kinky

𑣲 Favorite part is your tummy. The following probably show the reasons

𑣲 Breeding kink go brrr. Wants to fill you up, repeatedly, whether you want it or not. Lowkey loves the thought of getting you pregnant, and is very vocal about it in bed.

𑣲 Sometimes like to fuck you for so long that you need to pee. He won’t let you up to pee, though. “Haha- that’s it, girl. Make a mess of yourself.” He’d encourage while pressing on your tummy hard enough that you can’t control it while he rams into you.

𑣲 Alwayssss gets you to call him daddy

𑣲 Shows you off as his young girlfriend.

𑣲 Reassures you that your body type is his favorite. He loves every fucking inch of you. You’re a goddess in his eyes.

𑣲 Pet play… wants you to be his bunny, with ears and a buttplug and a carrot shaped gag, ties you up to embarrass the fuck out of you.

𑣲 So so so rough. Spanking you til bruised. Choking you until you tap out. Gagging you til you almost puke. Overstimulating you til you’re sobbing.

You wandered aimlessly down the long winding corridors of the castle, the cool brick slapping against your bare feet and the chill of the night slipping underneath your thin white nightgown. The whisps of your long wavy hair that had slipped out of your braid tickled your face in the breeze as you walked, running your hand along the wall and humming to yourself softly.

The castle was dark, lit only by the bright moonlight shining through the windows and a few candles that had been left to burn so that the chamber knights and servants could manoeuvre their way around the castle easily in the night.

You were looking for Ray, the head chamber knight and close personal companion to your father, the King. It had been a few days since you had sneaked out of your bed chamber to find him, the last visit to him ending on a sour note. Ray had told you that this couldn't continue, that your relationship had to stop. Not only was it jeopardizing his trust with your father, but if you were caught, he could very well be executed.

You had assured him that your father wouldn't do that, that he was an understanding man with a kind soul, and he thought so highly of Ray that surely he would be delighted. Ray had disagreed, insisting that the things the two of you got up to behind your father's back was a direct betrayal of trust, not to mention an extreme misconduct of his duty of care towards his family and yourself.

As you walked, lost in your thoughts, a hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you quickly into an unlit hallway. You grinned at the knight as he lifted up his visor, his dark brown eyes appearing black in the darkness as he frowned at you.

You placed your palms on his cold, armour clad chest, your smile never faltering even when he began to chastise you in a hushed voice.

"Princess, you can't keep doing this," he pleaded, his armour clunking softly as he leaned to peer around the corner. "You should be in bed. The king will be mad if he sees you wandering around on your own."

You scoffed, biting back a giggle.

"My father is fast asleep, and I'm not a prisoner. This is my home, I can do as I please."

Ray was silent for a second, before his face softened and he smiled.

"I missed you, Princess," he whispered, placing his hand delicately on the side of your face. You shivered, but not because of the cold. "But you should go back to bed. You have a big day tomorrow."

You batted your eyelashes at him, leaning closer to the small gap in his helmet to whisper.

"Would you escort me, dear knight?"

Ray sighed, defeated, then nodded his head, pulling the visor back down to cover his face before stepping out back into the hallway and bowing his head. You lead the way, a little skip in your step as you walked back to your chamber with Ray behind you a suitable distance away.

When you arrived at your door, you grabbed Ray by the arm, dragging him inside with you and closing the door softly. You slipped his helmet off immediately, his long, brown, curly hair falling out of it and settling over his shoulders.

"Princess-," he began to object, but you shushed him with a single finger over his lips. He didn't argue anymore, and leaned into your touch when you placed your palm on the side of his face. He exhaled a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling the moment you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips softly to his.

"Run away with me," you mumbled against his lips, his beard tickling your skin.

You felt his body stiffen, even underneath the layers of armour, and he pulled away.

"I can't let you do that," he insisted, his voice stern but strained with emotion.

"You don't have to let me do anything. You only have to come with me," you frowned, taking a step back and wrapping your arms around yourself. "Don't you want to be with me?"

"Of course I do, Princess, but I have a duty to-," he began to explain, reaching out to touch your hand. He trailed off when you turned away from him and climbed into bed, snuffing out the candle on the small table beside it and rolling over onto your side, your back to him.

"Princess, please understand. It pains me, truly, but we cannot be together no matter how much I long for you."

You rolled over to look at him through the darkness, seeing only the glint of the silver metal of his armour reflecting the moon.

"You say you have a duty to the King. Well, one of those duties is to ensure that I am happy. You make me happy. Isn't that enough?"

Ray sighed, placing his helmet back on slowly, then turning to leave.

"I'm sorry, Princess. This will never happen again," he told you, his words final as he closed the door behind him.

Tears pricked in your eyes as you listened to his footsteps become quiet and distant. You let out a quiet sob, before pulling the blanket up to your shoulders and willing sleep to take the heartache away, if only for a few hours.

You were awoken by the damsel, Agnes, who was responsible for helping you cleanse and dress.

"Good morning, my lady, the king wants you dressed and down for breakfast quickly."

Agnes helped you to wash, comb and style your hair in a loose braid, and dressed you in your day gown, helping you into your undergarments and various layers.

You sat on the edge of your bed as she knelt at your feet to slip on your leather house shoes.

"What troubles you, my lady?" She asked softly, looking up at you in concern.

You sighed, smoothing your dress down as she stood up and took your hand to help you stand, too.

"I'm in love," you told her honestly.

She didn't react, proper as ever, and just nodded her head in understanding while she waited for you to continue.

"But, as you know, my father has arranged for me to be wed in a week's time. I'll be meeting the prince tonight at the ball, and I could think of nothing worse than being handed over to a man I know nothing of, much less love. The thought makes me weep."

Agnes had near enough raised you since your mother passed away when you were a little girl, and your relationship with her was very personal, almost maternal.

"My dear," she murmured softly, shedding her royal etiquette for a moment to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "I do not know much about this life, but I do know that the rules and restrictions placed on you from the moment of conception are heavy and unfair. I wish I could help, but I'm afraid I am powerless." She pulled you carefully into a hug, and whispered into your ear. "But you, Princess, are not. Remember that."

Agnes' words ran through your head all morning. You barely heard a word your father said to you at breakfast. Ray was standing motionless by your father's side the whole time while you moved some food around on your plate, feeling nauseous and dizzy. You put it down to the stress of your upcoming wedding, and the way Ray's solid frame flinched by your father's side at the mention of you meeting your soon-to-be husband that night.

By lunch time, the nausea had worsened, and you excused yourself to your chamber to lay down. Your father had sent Agnes to follow you, and she entered your chamber just as you threw up into your chamber pot.

She rushed to your side, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you heaved between tears. When you sat back on your heel, Agnes helped you to stand and laid you down in bed, placing a damp cloth over your forehead and sitting on the edge of your bed by your side.

"Please forgive the intrusion, my lady, but I've noticed it's been a few months since your last flux."

You nodded your head, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. "It has been three," you confirmed.

Agnes stood up. "I'll go fetch the midwife," she told you, but you grabbed her hand.

"No! My father can't know," you pleaded, pulling her back.

"What will you do?" Agnes asked you, her eyes sad. "If you are withchild, the king is sure to find out soon."

You closed your eyes as tears began to well, and Agnes sat back down next to you.

"I don't know," you wept softly, placing your hand over your stomach. "But I know that my heart belongs to somebody already, and I know that I will keep this hidden until I figure it out."

"I'll let the king know that you have taken ill and can't possibly attend the ball this evening. I'll be back shortly to help you change into your nightgown."

Agnes placed her finger to the side of her nose, a sign of secrecy, then took the cloth from your forehead to re-wet it in the basin before placing it back. Then, she wordlessly picked up the chamber pot and stepped out of the room with it, leaving you to think tirelessly in the cold silence.

There was only one thing you were sure of. You had to tell Ray. Maybe that would be the catalyst that finally convinced him to run away and start a new life with you. Somewhere that the two of you could live free, away from all of the rules and pressures of royal life, and be happy.

The ball still went ahead as planned, with it being much too short notice to reschedule, but your father didn't disturb you, taking Agnes' word for it that you needed to rest.

Around midnight, there was a knock at your chamber door. You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you called for the person to enter, and your face lit up when you saw Ray slip through the door and quickly rush to your bedside, pulling off his helmet as he knelt beside your bed and took your hand, bringing it to his lips.

"My princess, I heard you were sick. I had come and check on you," he whispered worriedly.

"Won't my father wonder where you are?" You asked, wrapping your fingers around his hand to pull him up to sit on the bed.

"He's far too tippled to even know where his own feet are," Ray chuckled softly.

"Lay with me until morning," you begged quietly. "Please."

He looked down at you, his eyes burning with unspoken desire, before he finally relented and began to shed his armour as quietly as he could before climbing into bed next to you.

You curled into his chest as he placed gentle kisses on your hand and down your arm, breathing in your scent.

"Run away with me," you whispered, so quiet that he barely heard you.

He exhaled a deep breath. "Princess-."

You took his hand and placed it softly over your stomach. "Run away with me," you said again, firmer, turning to look at him seriously.

The realization dawned on him almost instantly, and his eyes widened, looking from his hand on your stomach to your eyes. He pulled you closer into him, his strong arms wrapping around you with a possessiveness that made your head spin.