i'll be ur android girl

my chemical romance

frank iero:

the best part (2025 frank)

fire and ice (part one, part two, part three) (early band days! frank x gerard x reader)

hall pass (part one and part two) (boyfriend! frank x reader x celebrity crush! gerard)

oral sex headcanons

ray toro:

oral sex headcanons

rough sex with ray

virgin ray x experienced reader oral sex

obsessive virgin ray x experienced reader

historians (vampire! ray angst and comfort)

gerard way:

gym rat girlfriend headcanons (basement! gerard)

gym rat girlfriend fic (basement! gerard)

fire and ice (part one, part two, part three) (early band days! frank x gerard x reader)

hall pass (part one and part two) (boyfriend! frank x reader x celebrity crush! gerard)

oral sex headcanons

above the mistletoe (flight attendant! gerard x reader)

mikey way:

submissive mikey with an oral fixation (bullets! mikey)

oral sex headcanons

You're sitting in bed, looking at old pictures on your phone for the tenth consecutive day when Frank comes into the room with his hair dyed and styled differently. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the jewelry in his ears and through his lip. You glance down at your phone screen and then up at him again. It's not a perfect recreation, of course—decades have passed between then and now and he has aged gracefully but noticeably. There are creases by his eyes and mouth from years of smiling. You know that his body would scream at him if he tried to writhe around on stage the way he used to. But despite not looking identical to his twenty year old self, you can tell exactly what he's going for. He's on you before you can even comment on it, pushing your body down into the mattress. Your phone falls at your side, screen still displaying an old picture of him.

"There's one major difference between me and the boy in that picture," he breathes into your ear. The cool metal of the lip ring against your skin makes you shiver.

You put your finger in the middle of the paragraph you're reading and look up at him.

"I'm doing this reading for pleasure, not for a research paper," you argue. "People read during the summer all the time! There are always people with books on the beach."

"Yes, but they're probably reading Dickens or Wilde. You know, good literature by esteemed authors. Not the jumbled thoughts of a vampire." You laugh and shake your head. "Dickens and Wilde aren't exactly beach reads, Ray. And besides, your writing is good! Your stories are fascinating. I wish I could cite them as primary texts in papers."

"You're thinking about school," he chastises. "Summer break, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," you huff. "But trust me, when I'm reading about you chasing one of your friends through the woods because you needed to feed, I'm not thinking about academia."

Ray lifts an eyebrow. Memories from the night you're referring to come flooding back to him. "Really? What are you thinking about instead?" You're silent for a moment as you take out a bookmark and save your place with it, setting the leather-bound journal to the side.

"I'm thinking about how silly you were. One grown man chasing another grown man through the woods," you giggle at the thought, standing up and approaching him. When you stop in front of him, your expression is back to serious. "But I'm also thinking about how I want to recreate that."

You words hang in their air for several long seconds. He blinks at you, searching your face for any sign that you're joking. He finds none. He's fed from you once before just to satiate your curiosity, but what you're suggesting now would be an entirely different experience. Ray is almost always waging an internal war against his urges, but here you are—his main reason for wanting to keep himself in check—asking for him to lose control.

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I knew you'd shoot me down immediately." You pout. "I can't risk hurting you."

"You didn't hurt me last time!"

"Last time was far more controlled than this would be," Ray elaborates. "I like to think that I would stop before it goes too far, but I don't want to put myself in the position where that's even a possibility. I can't risk it."

You sigh, equal parts dejected and frustrated. "But you risked it with Gerard." You know better than to say his name and yet the sentence falls from your lips effortlessly. You're being difficult about this for no reason at all, your attitude likely stemming from the sweltering humidity outside that seeps through the walls of Ray's house and messes with your brain.

Ray's eyes flash and then narrow at the mention of his old friend. His jaw tenses. You know you should apologize for playing with fire, for hitting him where it hurts, but you're pretty sure that you're about to get what you want, so there's no point in backing down now. "Fine. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get. We'll meet me in the backyard at nightfall, two nights from now. You are to be well-rested, properly hydrated, and fed. Do you understand?" You swallow and nod. "Good. I'm going to go prepare myself. I'll see you then."

He turns around to exit the study.

"Oh, and one more thing," he adds, glancing back at you over his shoulder. "Make sure you're wearing good sneakers."

Preparing himself evidently involves locking himself in his bedroom for two full days. You leave the house while the sun is out for the first time in what feels like weeks, and at night you return to Ray's home and sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. Or, rather, you try to sleep. You've grown accustomed to having his body next to yours at night and not having him beside you makes sleeping harder. The anticipation of what's going to happen certainly doesn't help either.

Forty eight hours after your conversation with Ray in his study, you dress yourself in comfortable activewear and wait for him in the backyard. You notice how weak he looks when he approaches you and you immediately feel guilty for putting him through this.

"Just take it now. You don't need to chase me through the woods," you mumble, feeling embarrassed about the fantasy you had. "Just bite me. We don't need to delay it more. You're starving." He laughs humorlessly. "I can wait another two minutes, sweetheart. I'll be having my fill in no time."

His voice is rougher, his tone sharper than normal. The night air is warm and sticky against your exposed skin but the way he talks makes you shiver.

"You're not going to give me a head start?" You pout. "It's two minutes with the head start." You glare at him. "I can last longer than that."

"I'll believe it when I see it." He pauses for a second. "Sixty, fifty-nine..." You curse as you turn on your heel and sprint toward the woods that line the edge of the backyard. The moon above shines through the sparse trees, offering some light as you run as fast as you can. You know that outrunning Ray even in his weakened state will be impossible, but you're determined to last as long as you can.

Once you're certain that a minute has passed, you slow your pace to a light jog so that you can take a glance over your shoulder. To your relief, Ray isn't magically standing behind you—even his supernatural speed has limitations. You increase your speed again and continue running ahead.

It isn't long before you hear the crunching of twigs underfoot in the distance behind you. The knowledge that he's catching up to you makes your heart hammer even harder in your chest. Coming to a stop in front of a tree, you wrap your sweaty palms around one of the branches and attempt to hoist yourself up, hoping you can evade him longer this way. Your effort is fruitless, however, as Ray closes the distance between you two and pulls you into his arms. He lowers you to the forest floor and straddles your body, fangs glinting in the moonlight. His eyes lock with yours, silently asking for permission, and you respond wordlessly with a nod.