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2007 frerard x fem reader

authors note: hello world… today i have a req from a good amount of you after i posted “prove it”, so this is for the ones who crave a frerard and y/n fic :) there’s really no plot but it’s focused on their pro rev era, and although this is a frerard fic, i lowkey focused on gee a tad more because i couldn’t help it… also y/n and gee are already fwb although it’s not explicitly said so they kind of are closer in that sense but anyway- they both fuck your brains out mhm

before you read: cursing, nicknames, gee and frank are lowkey telepathic, plenty of teasing and cockiness, lots of kissing/biting, grinding, unprotected sex, double penetration, overstimulation, idk they’re all freaky as fuck

word count: 5,861

august in new jersey was a special kind of hell- thick, unmoving, like the air itself had decided to take a nap and leave you to rot in your own sweat.

your AC had officially given up sometime that afternoon, and now you were sprawled across your bed in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties, barely conscious, mind floating somewhere between awake and gone.

the fan by your window rattled uselessly, pushing around warm air like it was mocking you.

you were drifting- thoughts blurring, body heavy- when voices started bleeding into your dreams.

“dude, stop makin’ so much noise.”

“you’re literally the one talking, dumbass-”

“okay? and? you’re the one who jumped on the bed-”

your brow twitched. even in your sleep, those voices felt familiar. annoyingly familiar.

“wait- why is it so fucking hot in here?”

“she runs cold, dude.”

“okay- then why is there a fan on?”

“for air flow?”

your brows furrowed deeper, a faint scowl forming as your brain tried- and failed- to make sense of it. the bed dipped slightly. then more. weight on both sides now.

what a weird ass dream.

then you felt it.

warm, rough hands slid around your waist, tugging you into a solid chest. heat. real heat. denim scratched against your cheek, grounding and unmistakable, and suddenly there was the sharp bite of cigarette smoke mixed with something familiar- cologne you’ve smelled a hundred times before.

without thinking, your body reacted.

you clung to him, fingers curling into his denim jacket as you nuzzled closer, seeking out that warmth like it was instinct. like you’d done this before. like it was normal.

a low, muffled laugh rumbled against the top of your head.

your eyes cracked open.

and reality slammed into you all at once, heart dropping straight into your stomach as the room came into focus- your room, your bed, your broken AC-

and gerard.

your breath hitches when you finally really see him.

gerard’s unmistakable smirk curves across his stupidly attractive face as he looks down at you, eyes dark with amusement, hair a mess like always.
“hey, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough and lazy. “miss me?”

your face goes crimson.

only then do you realize you’re practically latched onto him- arms wrapped tight, cheek pressed to his chest like a goddamn koala. you gasp and fling yourself backward in a blind panic-

straight into another solid chest.

strong hands steady you immediately, warm and familiar, and you don’t even need to look to know who it is.

“hey, sweetheart.”

frank’s voice is right behind you, teasing as hell, and when you spin your head just enough to see him, he’s wearing that equally shit eating grin that always means trouble.

you sit up so fast it’s a miracle you don’t snap your neck.

both of them burst out laughing, breathless and loud, like this is the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. you’re on your knees now, spinning around to take them in properly- and fuck. that was a mistake.

they’re both hot. like, unfairly so. somehow even worse than you remember, and you hadn’t seen them for a month. gerard’s denim jacket is criminal, hugging his shoulders just right, and between the heat and the sight of him, you’re gasping like a fish out of water.

“now what in the flying fuck are you two idiots doing here?” you demand, crossing your arms over your chest, face flushed.

they just giggle more.

frank dramatically flops back against your pillows, hands lacing behind his head like he owns the place, while gerard reaches for you, shushing you softly. before you can protest, he’s coaxing you back down against him, pulling you into his chest.

you huff, resisting for maybe half a second before melting anyway.

you missed him. god, you missed him.

he encourages you to hook a leg over his waist, and your body listens far too easily. his arms wrap securely around your middle, grounding and warm, and he brushes his nose against yours. you groan in frustration, which only makes him laugh- soft and affectionate- as he presses a kiss to your temple.

you look up at him, eyes narrowed, and he’s rubbing slow circles into your hips like he’s done it a thousand times before. you’re acutely aware of frank’s heated stare from behind you, and it makes your flush deepen.

“well,” gerard says lightly, voice a tease, “we got a show around here tomorrow. had a free day today.” he hums when you roll your eyes, then kisses your cheek just to be annoying. “and we both missed you. now we’re here, honey.”

your heart stutters traitorously.

“aren’t you guys like… really fucking busy?” you mutter into his neck, fingers curling into his jacket despite yourself. “this makes no sense…”

before he can answer, you feel another pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, stacking you neatly between them. frank’s warmth presses into your back, gerard’s arms tightening instinctively around you.

frank’s voice brushes your ear before his teeth nip it- just barely.

you jolt, sucking in a sharp breath as both of them laugh.

“like gee said, sweetheart,” frank murmurs, lips lingering close. “we wanted to see you since we had the time, yeah?”

you mutter a quiet, grumpy, “whatever,” even as you lean back into them, surrounded by their overwhelming heat.

you last maybe ten minutes.

ten agonizing minutes of being sandwiched between them, heat on all sides, before your brain finally short circuits.

frank is pressed close behind you, arms loose but possessive, breathing warm against your shoulder- too much, too close- while gerard is murmuring dizzying, soft nonsense right against your hair.

“god… i missed this,” gerard admits quietly, like the words slip out before he can stop them. “missed you.”

he presses kisses everywhere- your forehead, your temple, the bridge of your nose, your cheek- too slow, too open mouthed, way too tender to be normal about it.

your head spins from the mix of them: sweat, cologne, cigarette smoke, warmth. your heart stumbles like it doesn’t know what to do with all this attention.

you somehow manage to sit up.

they both groan instantly.

gerard whines as he rolls into the space you just vacated, face burying dramatically into your pillow like it personally betrayed him. frank mirrors him on the other side, digging his face into another pillow with a muffled noise of protest.

then, completely in sync- they sit up with two identical pouts.

you rake a hand through your wild hair and scoot backward, trying- and failing- to put distance between you and the human furnace that is them. they watch you with knowing eyes, share a look, and you immediately start rambling.

“maybe we should just- go on the couch,” you blurt, hands waving uselessly, “and like, watch a movie or something? and maybe not cling to me? it’s hot as fuck, and you guys are like- the hottest people i know-”

you groan. “not like that...”

frank cackles, throwing his head back, while gerard’s mouth curves into a shit eating smirk as he reaches out and tugs you back toward him way too easily.

he guides you to straddle his lap, hands settling warm and sure at your waist as he plays with your hair, fingers gentle. you groan into his shoulder- complaining, but melting anyway- then frank leans in to kiss your temple.

“yeah?” frank rasps teasingly. “the hottest ones you know? shit, sweetheart, you’re getting bold since the last time i saw you.”

you glare at him.

he just laughs, but before he can do anything else, gerard’s mouth is back on you- this time lower.

“gerard-” you warn weakly.

too late.

his lips trail to your neck, slow and deliberate, and you whine despite yourself, arching just a little as he hums in approval.

“no- like- seriously- my- my air conditioner- jesus, stop doing that-” you try, voice breaking.

he sucks a bruise into your skin, and you moan.

gerard pulls back with a soft, wet pop, smirking when you shove at his annoyingly strong head. he gives you a look- offended for a second- before dipping right back down to lap at your neck.

panicking, you look at frank for help.

bad idea.

frank is already yanking his shirt off with a groan, leaning back against the mattress like he’s putting on a goddamn performance. he smirks openly at the sight of you tangled up with gerard, eyes dark and amused.

your face burns.

“are you crazy?” you finally manage, prying yourself off gerard with effort. he grunts as he flops back dramatically. “do you want me to die of heatstroke?”

“we won’t let that happen,” frank says easily, patting the bed beside him. “now c’mon.”

you don’t move.

gerard sits up again, staring at you with a desperate, exaggerated pout. you curse under your breath.

“fine,” you snap. “you want me? then take that stupid fucking jacket off.”

he gasps like you’ve stabbed him.

“it is not stupid,” he whines, tugging it off anyway. “i love this thing…”

your face heats when you notice his arms under the t-shirt, biceps flexing as he shrugs. he catches your stare and smirks.

“but if you really want me to get naked…”

the shirt is gone before you can protest. he drops back onto the bed with a satisfied groan.

frank cackles loudly at your expression.

“you’re insane,” you mutter, crawling back over despite yourself.

you fall into gerard’s arms again, skin to skin now, your flush deepening as frank pulls you into his chest from the other side. eventually the teasing softens into laughter, into talking, into catching up like no time has passed at all.

the heat stays.
so does the tension.

about an hour drags on, the heat somehow getting worse instead of better, like the room has decided to punish the three of you for staying so close.

you’re wedged between them, your oversized, thin shirt plastered to your back and chest, darkened with sweat that isn’t just yours anymore, and it makes you cringe every time you shift because there’s no separating whose warmth is whose.

it’s dizzying in a slow, syrupy way, the kind that makes your head feel light and your skin too sensitive, and gerard’s hands never seem to settle on just one place for long. always roaming, always testing, brushing your hip, sliding to your thigh where it’s hooked over his, fingers toying at the lace waistband of your panties like he’s absentmindedly plucking a string.

when his hand moves, frank’s presence fills in the gap almost immediately, a hot trail following where gerard leaves off, their timing so uncanny it feels intentional, like they’re sharing some silent rhythm you weren’t invited into but are very much caught in the middle of.

the constant warmth is overwhelming, their bodies pressing in from either side, and just when you’re starting to feel like you might actually melt into the mattress, you hear frank whine.

he shuffles a little, clearly uncomfortable, and then he blurts it out, voice tight and pleading. “can i please take these pants off? they’re killing me…” you flush instantly, your grip tightening around gerard like he’s an anchor, and gerard just rolls his eyes, heat and amusement mixing in his expression as he looks over at frank. “you that hot, frankie?” he teases, voice lazy.

frank sighs and gets to his knees anyway, all practicality and drama at once. “yeah,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you hear it before you really register it, the soft click of the button, the rasp of the zipper, his relieved groan as he peels himself out of the suffocating denim.

he flops back onto the bed with a huff, spreading out a little more than before. “my sweat was getting trapped in that shit, dude…”

your face feels even warmer when gerard hums in response, thoughtful and low. “mine’s pretty suffocating too-” the moment the implication hits, you’re sitting up, heart jumping into your throat as you scramble off the bed. “nope,” you blurt, already stumbling toward the bathroom.

behind you, you hear them laugh, unbothered, and then gerard’s footsteps follow, too close, too fast.

“wait- where you goin’, baby?” he calls, and you’re slamming the bathroom door shut, praying he doesn’t catch it in time. he does, of course, pushing it open easily, slipping inside with you like it was always his intention. “why are you runnin’ from me, hmm?”

you fumble for an excuse, anything, your pulse loud in your ears. thank god he’s still in his jeans, you think wildly, because that at least gives you one less thing to focus on. “i have to piss,” you mutter, glaring at him as you shuffle further into the bathroom. “get out.”

he just hums and leans back against the cool tile wall, crossing his arms, eyebrows lifting like he’s genuinely considering your request before dismissing it. “go on then,” he says calmly. “i gotta go after you.”

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts, turning away from him as you discreetly tug your panties down, using the hem of the massive shirt to cover yourself as best you can. “can you at least look away?” you snap. “jesus christ, you’re like a clingy cat…”

he laughs, soft and delighted, and you hear him shift as he closes his eyes, exaggeratedly obedient. you do your best to ignore him, but it’s impossible not to notice how relaxed he looks even with his eyes shut, how unfairly pretty his face is in the harsh bathroom light.

you finish as quickly as you can, and the moment you move, you catch him cracking one eye open.

“keep closing them!” you hiss, and he laughs again, biting his lip this time. you wipe, flush the toilet, and pull your panties back up just in time for him to open his eyes fully, satisfaction written all over his face.

before you can react, he’s pushing off the wall and pulling you into him, hands warm at your sides as he leans in to kiss your cheek, unhurried and smug.

you groan into it, weakly shoving at his chest. “gerard,” you warn, but he just murmurs against you. “you’re so cute, y’know that, honey?”

“fuck off,” you grumble, finally prying him off and stumbling toward the sink, leaving him grinning behind you.

you don't glance up at the mirror as he walks away, too distracted- turning the cold tap on to rinse your hands, desperate to cool your burning skin.

but you freeze mid motion when gerard steps toward the toilet. the lid lifts- and your gaze betrays you, dropping to where he unzips those tight jeans.

a choked breath catches in your throat as he pulls out his cock- hard for some reason- angling his hips down slightly, gripping himself as he pisses with a low, relieved groan.

heat floods your body, thighs pressing together, pulse hammering as you watch, unable to look away. the sink water keeps running, forgotten.

he finishes with a shudder, tucking himself back in with a bitten off whine- sensitive- before your brain finally snaps you back to reality, looking away. your hands stay limp under the tap, motionless, as the toilet lid clicks shut behind him. the flush echoes too loud in your ears.

he returns to you, humming at the sight of you still frozen in place. you shudder as his radiating warmth presses against your back, his calloused palms sliding up from your thighs to your hips.

the coolness of the water clashes sharply with the scorching trail his touch leaves behind. your body arches instinctively toward him, earning an approving hum as he crowds you against the sink's edge.

“wash them before you place your paws on me, dumbass…” you stutter, grasping for composure.

he laughs breathlessly, his teeth grazing your jawline as you flush. “you’re one to talk, baby,” he teases, lathering soap between both your hands while you stiffen. “too busy starin’ at me pissing to wash your own, hmm?”

you sputter indignantly, but he hushes you, rinsing- then drying both yours, and his hands before his grip reclaims your waist. his hips pin you harder against the counter, his mouth hot on your neck.

“i was not staring- the water just felt nice on my- jesus, gee-” your moan breaks as his lips seal over your pulse, sucking deliberately before his teeth catch the skin.

you shouldn’t have looked in the mirror.

your reflection is wrecked- cheeks scarlet, lips parted around whimpers- while his darkened eyes lock onto yours through the glass. he smirks before dragging his mouth back to your throat, the wet sounds echoing the heat between your legs.

a sharp bite makes you gasp, but he soothes it with his tongue, kissing the mark before pulling away with a filthy pop, grinning against your skin.

you’re halfway through forming the words to tear into gerard when it happens-

a low, deliberate hum from the bathroom doorway.

your shoulders jerk, and gerard’s arms lock around you tighter, his laughter vibrating against your spine as he drags you flush against him.

frank’s leaning against the doorframe in nothing but his briefs, arms crossed, and the heat in your face burns hotter when he opens his mouth.

“knew you two were gonna take forever in here,” he drawls, rolling his eyes. “should’ve fucking guessed.” gerard just hums, all playful lilt, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he watches frank’s expression darken. he nips at your neck- sharp, deliberate- just to watch frank’s pout twist deeper.

“aw, frankie,” gerard coos, voice syrup sweet. “you jealous? missed us that much?” you shoot gerard a look, brows furrowed, and he grins down at you before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. you sputter, finally wrenching free of his grip just as frank stalks closer, arms still folded, tone dripping with exasperation.

“yeah. i want cuddles right fucking now, or you’re gonna- hey, what the fuck-”

gerard’s already on him, one arm looping around frank’s neck in a loose headlock, the other hand ruffling his hair as frank squawks. you cross your arms, watching as gerard manhandles them both toward the bed, frank’s protests dissolving into muffled grumbles against gerard’s shoulder.

“you’re such a baby,” gerard teases, voice warm, fingers carding through frank’s hair now. “c’mere, frankie- there you go-”

frank’s reply is half swallowed, but the tone shifts, rough around the edges. “just- shut the fuck up and- oh- fuck, okay…”

you don't even bother trying to decipher whatever the hell that means.

but you linger at the mirror for another minute, hesitating- but then you steel yourself and pad out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind you. the sight that greets you in the bed makes your face burn instantly.

gerard’s pants are gone, stripped down to just his briefs, and frank is sprawled on top of him like an overgrown, affectionate puppy- nestled into the crook of gerard’s neck while he lazily cards his fingers through frank’s hair.

frank’s eyelids droop heavier with each stroke, his arms tightening around gerard’s waist in sleepy reflex.

you hover closer, unsure- until gerard tilts his head toward you, frank lifting his sluggish gaze right after. they beckon you wordlessly, gerard’s voice warm and teasing. “frankie’s all settled, baby. come get comfortable.”

frank grumbles something unintelligible against gerard’s skin before blindly reaching for you with grabby fingers, making you laugh despite yourself as you climb into bed.

gerard tugs you against his side instantly- frank’s arm loops around you too, and when you drape a leg over gerard’s thigh, the heat rises in your cheeks again- but you shove the embarrassment down, nestling closer instead.

your fingers find frank’s hair, and he presses a drowsy kiss to your inner wrist, slurring, “you guys’re cozy...” you and gerard exchange knowing grins before frank’s soft snores fill the room. gerard leans down to brush his lips against your forehead, pulling you as tight as he can with frank still splayed across him.

the hour slips away easily, the three of you curled together in a drowsy, comfortable heap- until gerard lets out a soft groan. frank’s snores grow louder beside him, and gerard huffs in irritation, his brow pinching. you frown, voice hushed. “what’s wrong?”

he grunts again, shifting away from you, gerard’s arm loosening from around him. frank tumbles gently onto the mattress with a sleepy whine, rolling into the pillow and away from you both.

gerard drags a hand through his hair, breathing sharply. “he was sweating so goddamn much- jesus.” his chest is flushed, his face warm, and you bite back a laugh, though your own cheeks heat under the sudden weight of his gaze. now that frank’s asleep, the tension between you and gerard thickens, undeniable.

you mumble something weak, avoiding his smirk as he crawls toward you. you try to scoot back, but there’s nowhere to go. “hey- i know that look. don’t even- mmph!”

he pins you beneath him, your gasp muffled against his chest. you swat at him halfheartedly as he laughs into your neck, tongue dragging over the bruise he left earlier.

your thighs part instinctively, welcoming the press of his hips, and a moan escapes you when his clothed cock grinds against your damp panties. heat floods your face as he smirks, leaning close to murmur in your ear, nose brushing your cheekbone.

“missed you so much, baby...” his voice is rough, his gaze heavy as he looms over you- something in it makes your pulse stutter. your fingers twist into his messy hair, and he leans into the touch, needy, kissing your palm before locking eyes with you again.

your thighs tighten around his waist on reflex, dragging him harder against you. another moan slips free, and his hips roll down in response, his smirk deepening. “you missed me too, huh?” his breath ghosts over your skin, lips skimming your jaw. “use your words, honey...”

you press your body against his, arms tightening around his neck, every inch of you aching with desperate need. the heat between you is unbearable.

“just- fuck- just kiss me already, you asshole-”

he silences you with his mouth, swallowing your words as you moan into the kiss. you try to keep quiet- frank’s asleep, after all- but fail spectacularly when gerard groans against your lips, one arm braced against the headboard to keep from crushing you, the other cradling your jaw like you’re something precious.

you don’t care. you’re past restraint. your legs lock around his waist, dragging him flush against you- hips bucking up just as his grind down, the contact sending sparks up your spine. he licks into your mouth, stealing every gasp as you fist your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, tighter.

his clothed cock drags against your clit through soaked panties, each deliberate roll of his hips sending pleasure crackling through you. your head falls back, vision swimming as he sets a relentless pace, your body melting under his.

you break the kiss, panting. his mouth immediately finds your throat, teeth scraping before he sucks another bruise into your skin.

“gee- please- i need- need you inside-”

he hums, amused, but you feel him shudder when your hips jerk up against him again. a moan slips out, and you slap a hand over your mouth- but he just chuckles against your neck, pulling back to smirk at you.

“shh, baby,” he murmurs, kissing you again, slow and filthy. “don’t wanna wake frankie… poor guy’s exhausted.”

you whine, fingers clawing at the waistband of his briefs. he helps you shove them down, kicking them off, and when you pull back, it’s to see him- flushed, fully hard, arousal beading at the tip.

your thighs fall open wider, an unspoken plea.

“oh, so you really did miss me…” he teases, fingers tracing your inner thigh.

you lift your hips in silent permission, and he lets out a low chuckle before sliding your panties down your legs and tossing them aside.

in an instant, he’s on you again, sealing your lips with his in a heated kiss- silencing any sound you might make as your legs tighten around his waist. his cock, thick and heavy, drags through your slick folds a few times, coating himself in your wetness before you moan into his mouth.

you feel his smirk against your lips as he murmurs another soft shush, giving you no time to think before he pushes into your swollen, desperate entrance.

your body takes him greedily, your jaw slacking as your walls flutter around his thick length, pulses of pleasure syncing with your racing heartbeat. your neck arches when his tongue swipes over your neck, his thrusts deep and slow- each movement pulling another bitten back whimper from you.

the sound of skin slapping fills the room, and your worried glance darts toward frank, still asleep beside you. but gerard’s large hand cradles your jaw, forcing your attention back to him. “he’s out cold, honey,” he reassures you, voice rough. “we’re fine- just let me take care of you, yeah?”

you nod, already dazed, and he sinks into you again, hands sliding from your waist to grip your thighs, urging your legs tighter around him. the angle shifts, his cock grinding directly against that sweet spot inside you, and your moan spills louder this time. “gee- right there- fuck-”

he grins down at you, arms hooking beneath your thighs as he folds you nearly in half, his smirk crooked as he watches you unravel- head tilting. “yeah? right here?” his deep thrusts send sparks up your spine, your stomach fluttering under his molten stare. “fuck, baby- look at you…”

you cry out, slapping a hand over your mouth, but he just coos at you, never breaking rhythm as pleasure coils tight in your core.

each roll of his hips brushes your clit, the perfect friction tipping you over the edge- your orgasm hits so hard you nearly scream, but gerard swallows the sound with a crushing kiss, rocking you through the waves until your body goes pliant beneath him.

his hips jerk erratically before he spills inside you with a groan, pulse after dizzying pulse filling you with warmth. you moan at the sensation, clinging to him as his movements slow but don’t stop, his voice thick with praise. “did so fuckin’ good for me, baby… you’re perfect, you know that?”

you whine helplessly, dragging him back down as you arch against him, desperate for friction even as he groans and presses deeper, him still spilling inside you while his mouth claims yours in a messy, possessive kiss- until frank’s sleep rough voice cuts through the haze.

“now this is just fucked up.”

your head whips toward him so fast your neck twinges in pain, heart lurching as gerard chuckles against your throat, hips still rolling lazily into yours.

frank’s barely awake, hair mussed, but the bulge straining his briefs is unmistakable- and the way his dark eyes lock onto you makes your skin burn hotter.

gerard ignores your weak shoves, nipping at your collarbone as frank craws closer, his calloused palm suddenly cradling your cheek.

“gee- stop- seriously-” you gasp, squirming when gerard finally stills, leaving you aching. but frank’s thumb strokes your jawline, his quiet hum sending a shiver down your spine. gerard grins, wicked and unrepentant, still buried inside you. “what, frankie? wanna join?”

frank doesn't dignify that with words- just lets his thumb drag over your lower lip, watching your breath hitch. your traitorous body clenches around gerard, drawing a groan from him as he mouths at your pulse point.

“what’re you thinkin’ about, honey?” his voice drips with amusement, but you’re too busy staring at frank’s cock trapped under his briefs.

you crack under the weight of their gazes. “want… want you both to fuck me.”

the glance they share is downright predatory.

gerard flips you onto your side before you can protest, hushing you with a kiss as he keeps you on his cock, your leg hooked over his hip. frank’s weight dips the mattress beside you, his hand already rummaging through the nightstand. “lube?” he mutters, and gerard snorts.

“her drawer. left side.”

frank’s laugh is warm against your shoulder as he uncaps the bottle, sliding down his briefs- his fingers slicking up his length while gerard murmurs, “we’ve got you, baby,” and your heart thrums.

a few seconds pass- then frank is pressed against you again, his arm curling possessively around your waist while the other traces a slow, deliberate path up your chest, your throat, tilting your chin back with his fingers.

his lips brush your jaw, your cheek- light, teasing- before he pulls away just enough to lock eyes with you, dark and intent. “you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

you don’t answer. you drag him in, kissing him hard, moaning when gerard’s mouth finds your neck, the dual sensation overwhelming as frank bites your lower lip, sharp enough to make you whimper. they both retreat for a moment- frank smirking, gerard pulling you flush against his chest while frank shifts closer behind you.

gerard’s voice cuts through the haze, firm but gentle. “if it hurts- any of it- you say so. immediately. understand?” you nod weakly, and frank’s laughter curls against your ear, warm and amused. “words, baby. use ’em.”

you roll your eyes, exasperated, and they both chuckle- fond, indulgent. “yes,” you rasp, voice already ruined. “just fuck me alrea-”

the plea fractures when frank’s cock presses against you, blunt and insistent. gerard’s grip tightens as he kisses you, deep and distracting, swallowing your gasp as frank eases in, inch by relentless inch, cursing under his breath.

“fuck- you feel-” frank chokes out, hips flush against you finally, cock twitching alongside gerard’s. you’re pinned between them, breathless, dazed, until gerard hooks a hand under your thigh- frank mirroring him- and they move.

synced. brutal.

gerard withdraws just as frank pushes back in, a relentless rhythm that has you clawing at gerard’s shoulders, your moans breaking into hiccupping gasps. “that’s it,” gerard murmurs against your hair, breathless himself. “tell us how good it feels.”

all you can do is sob when frank’s teeth graze your jaw, his groan ragged. “christ- fuck- you’re perfect.”

they don't stop- relentless, overwhelming- and you're teetering on the edge of consciousness with every calculated thrust, their cocks hitting your gspot with ruthless precision. the heat between your bodies, the bruising kisses, it’s all too much.

you babble incoherently into gerard’s neck, gasping, “fuck- guys- i can’t-” but he shushes you, his voice rough and wrecked yet soothing as he kisses you again.

frank’s mouth latches onto your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, his rhythm unyielding. you whimper, clinging to gerard like he’s the only thing tethering you to reality.

“but you can, honey,” gerard rasps, hips snapping forward. “and you’re doin’ it right now- fuck-” his words cut off with a groan as frank’s cock drags against his, both of them moaning, pressing deeper into you.

the intensity is unbearable- frank’s voice cracks, desperate, before he suddenly speeds up, tearing a shocked gasp from you and gerard.

frank’s grip tightens, dragging you impossibly closer, gerard mirroring his urgency. “gonna- fuck- m’gonna-” frank stutters, and you cry out as he pounds into you harder, gerard cursing between gritted teeth. “frank- you better not fuckin’ come already- i swear to god-”

but frank’s already lost, burying his face in your neck with a whine. when you turn your head, his lips crash into yours- messy, heated- his jaw slack, face flushed. your neck aches from the angle, but you don’t care, not when gerard matches frank’s brutal pace, driving you closer to the edge.

“i- i think- i’m gonna-” you whimper, but frank cuts you off, forehead pressed to your shoulder as both of them twitch inside you. your vision whites out as frank moans, loud and wrecked, hips stuttering- hot pulses flooding you in thick waves.

gerard groans against your forehead, fucking into you harder while frank stays buried, rocking lazily as you shudder between them.

gerard’s mouth finds yours again, panting. “c’mon, baby- come with me, yeah?” you whine, your orgasm ripping through you just as gerard spills inside you- pulse after pulse- both of them rutting through the aftershocks.

your hole clenches tight, milking them dry as gerard kisses the tears streaking your face, frank mouthing at your shoulder like he’s memorizing the taste of your skin.

their bodies move against yours for another minute, frantic and hungry, until the pressure becomes too much. you wince, pulling away from gerard’s desperate mouth, earning a low groan from him at the loss.

frank lifts his head from your neck with a hum, his breath hot. your voice is ragged, barely audible as you whisper, “that’s- that’s enough… it’s starting to hurt.”

frank tightens his grip immediately, murmuring a soft, “sorry, sweetheart,” before easing himself out slowly, whining as he leaves you gasping. gerard stays still inside you, waiting- so it’s not too overwhelming- before pressing a kiss to your jaw and withdrawing with deliberate slowness.

you both groan as all of your mixed release spills from your swollen entrance, and you curl instinctively into gerard as he drags you closer, hooking your leg back over his hip. his mouth crashes into yours, deep and possessive, while frank nuzzles against your back, all three of you tangled and breathless.

gerard kisses you slower this time, still feverish- tongue sliding against yours- but gentler, savoring. then, after a minute, he rests his forehead against yours while frank mouths softly at the nape of your neck. gerard’s voice is wrecked, rough with exhaustion. “did so fuckin’ good for us, honey. hmm? you feelin’ okay?”

you whine, nuzzling into his throat. “mhm, i’m good, gee…”

behind you, frank lets out a quiet laugh. gerard’s grin sharpens, mischief flashing in his eyes. “what’s so funny, frankie? got somethin’ to share with the class?”

frank presses closer, voice just as spent but dripping with playful smugness. “you two should’ve seen the looks on your faces when i sped up- funniest shit ever.”

you groan into gerard’s neck as he scoffs- then suddenly, his arm slips from your waist. before you can react, there’s a sharp crack of skin against skin. frank yelps, and your head jerks up just in time to see gerard pulling his hand back with a shit eating grin, the red imprint of his palm blooming across frank’s ass.

“you little shit,” gerard mutters, wrapping himself around you again while frank hisses, rubbing the sting out.

“fuck you…” frank mumbles half heartedly.

you collapse back against gerard, shaking with laughter. he holds you tighter, chuckling into your hair while frank drags you backward against him, grumbling, “you guys suck.”

Lazy high sex (frank iero x fem!reader)

Being Mikey’s sweetheart and having Gerard, war withered and grieving, tell you if your husbands passing. He holds you, comforting you, crying with you.

You can’t possible understand what Gerard had to go through, but you want to be with him however possible to help him just as his brother would have. And Gerard wants to be there for you in the same way.

Gerard who marries you because he knows you wouldn’t have ever loved anybody the way you love Mikey and because Gerard, even though he’s capable of falling in love with someone else, wouldn’t want you to be alone for the rest of your life.

You and Gerard love each other deeply, but the loss of Mikey still hangs over the both of you.

You and Gerard, after a couple of years, sleep together (sexually, as you frequently visited each others rooms due to loneliness and Gerard’s nightmares)

It happened through tears, of hurt and pleasure. Gerard feels guilty at times, having you in the way his brother should have. You feel guilty too, enjoying Gerard.

You both have a couple of kids, you staying home with the kids or helping around the community when you can— Gerard found a good job, well paying. He wants you to live as easy as possible.

Gerard who watches your kids and grandkids grow up without you.

Gerard who sees a ghost of himself in his first grandchild, William— Millicent, she called herself later on. Though, his little Illi always.

Gerard, though his eyesight is worsening with age, catches glimpses of his younger brother in his youngest grandson, Michael— Mikey, they call him. Maybe he’s seeing things, maybe he’s thinking too much into it, his brother still a painful reminder each time the young boys name is called.

Gerard who, on his deathbed, sees the terrifying truth— that Illi and Mikey, with his glasses that are too big for his face, are almost perfect replicas of him and his own brother at those ages.

Gerard who can’t wait to see you and Mikey again.

Illi and Mikey who, when they get older, see their faces in pictures that were taken decades before they were born.

Illi and Mikey who are unaware of the curse of a “coincidental” family resemblance and the horrors they will experience in high school— meeting a curly haired boy and a boy with dark hair and big eyes that looks like grandpa Gerard’s best friends, though the old pictures of them are blurry and they died in the 70s and 80s.

A/N - hey babies! Mama got to cooking some Drabble for you.. because PFTT why not? I missed you so much!!! anywho who likes the Walten files!?!? I’m so excited for it to return this month!!! pls pls dm me and talk to me about it I love it bad UGHH anywho enjoy some Drabble!! Mama loves you 🩷 do you guys think if I faced revealed I’d get fine shyts in my DMs.. OKAY JUST ENJOY ILY

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“I never wanna speak to you or even hear from you again” were the last words you ever spoke to Gerard, leaving him alone with only himself to think about the situation he is now in.

You hated to admit it, but you loved him with everything you had. For the longest time, you convinced yourself that if you loved him hard enough, things would eventually change. You ignored the excuses, the broken promises, and the way he always seemed to make you feel like you were asking for too much when all you wanted was to be treated like someone who mattered.

Eventually, you got off your high horse, swallowed your pride, and finally told him what had been eating at you for so long. You told him you weren't going to let him treat you this way anymore. You were more than just a casual hookup or another "sorry I'm late" text whenever he couldn't be bothered to show up. You deserved someone who made an effort, someone who wanted to be there without having to be asked.

The hardest part was that it wasn't always bad. There were moments especially in the fall when he'd become the boyfriend you always wished he could be. He'd make you laugh until your stomach hurt, hold your hand like he never wanted to let go, and make you believe that maybe this version of him was the real one. Those moments kept you holding on far longer than you should have, hoping they'd become the rule instead of the exception.

But hope can only carry a relationship so far. In the end, the good moments couldn't erase the hurt, the disappointment, or the feeling of never being enough. Looking back now, all you can think about is how three whole years slipped away, spent loving someone who never loved you in the way you deserved.

Years past, a few years actually

Every now and then, you'd hear something about Gerard's band usually from friends or while wandering through a record store or grocery checkout line. It always made you smile to yourself. He had finally made it. He'd become everything he used to dream about, and despite everything that had happened between the two of you, you couldn't help but feel proud. You just hoped he'd grown up along the way

One afternoon, a magazine on the shelf caught your eye.

"MCR Splitting? Turns Out Nothing Lasts Forever :/"

You frowned, pulling it off the rack. Slowly, you flipped through the pages, searching for an explanation. Had Gerard said anything? Was there a reason behind the sudden breakup? You became so absorbed in the article that the rest of the world seemed to disappear.

Then you heard it.

“Y/N?” no.. no it can’t be

You looked up seeing Gerard, he looked so.. different

His hair looked to be a golden blonde now and god how you forgot the way his eyes looked at you

“Gerard way? Holy shit” you closed the magazine placing it back on the shelf

“Man I uhm- how are you?” He immediately asked

“Oh I’m just fine, uh sorry about your band.. what made you quit it all?” He nodded with a sigh.

“Well I just.. I just wasn’t having any fun with it anymore y'know? Touring the whole world then crazy fans along with just straight up evil people. Really takes the joy out of preforming”

“Ah... all great things have to have an end” you pushed back your hair trying not to be awkward

“So what have you been doing since our great split of the 2000s” he laughed but teasing trying not to be rude about it in case you were still upset

“I actually have a great job, been there since I left actually hmm.. don’t really do much but walk around and shop then if I ever felt like it, picked up a magazine to see what the news was with your band” you shrugged

“You.. seeing anyone?”

“Ah Mr. How observant of you.. no, I had a boyfriend but I don’t know he didn’t seem to commit.”

Gerard gulped almost like you were talking about him

“Not about you but a different guy, crazy situation I got in again huh?” You laugh seeing him scratch his head like he had a question now knowing your answer

“Do you wanna ask me something?” You pointed out

“What? Uh-“

“Gerard I dated you for 3 years of my life, I haven’t forgotten the way you act when you wanna ask me something” you smile warmly as he put his hands in his pockets

“By any chance would you.. like to grab wine or just dinner sometime?”

Your eyes widened at the request. The man you had once been certain you were going to marry was asking you out again. Three years had passed since everything fell apart, yet you still couldn't forget what he'd done or how badly it had hurt. But listening to him talk about how much losing you had changed him made you wonder if maybe he really was different now. Even so, the questions wouldn't stop racing through your mind. Wine was a terrible idea. You knew exactly how that would end. One glass would turn into another, old feelings would resurface, and before you knew it, the two of you would be tangled up in his bed, falling back into a version of yourselves you'd fought so hard to leave behind. But what if this time was different? What if he truly had changed? And what if you weren't the same person you were three years ago either?

“No, but..” you clutched onto your purse seeing his face shut down then up again “take me for coffee”

“Why coffee?” He asked

“I think you know why..” his face admitted he did, if he wanted any chance with you even now he’d have to earn the efforts to come back home

A/N - hey babies! Thank you to @cub1clez for the ideas on a second part of this.. now we can FINALLY make out- I MEAN UH next question 🥹 I loved this story so much thank you so much for liking my little idea I crafted at like 5 in the morning.. anyways mama loves you guys very much and will make sure her strap is good for each and EVERY one of you 🩷 enjoy!!

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Gerard accepted your plea deal to coffee and ONLY to coffee, you wanted to keep this meeting private knowing how all of your friends were gonna react, you could hear it all now.

“Didn’t you say you never wanted to speak to him again?”

“Didn’t you find him cheating on you with some girl at a basement show?”

“Didn’t he miss your literal birthday party and said that he had to take care of something but really he was at another late night party?”

All of those factors were true, you and Gerard had a past history of just breakup on breakup to getting things back together the next day, you loved him.

Now here you are, stepping out into the crisp autumn air, leaving behind the warmth of your apartment. The cool breeze greets you immediately, brushing against your cheeks and slipping through the gaps in your jacket just enough to remind you that summer is long gone. You pull it a little tighter around yourself before making your way toward the coffee shop he picked because, of course, he already knew just the spot.

The sidewalks are alive with the quiet rhythm of the afternoon. Cars roll past in a steady stream, their tires humming against the pavement, while the occasional honk fades into the distance. Dog walkers stroll by at an unhurried pace, their pets eagerly tugging at their leashes, noses buried in piles of golden and crimson leaves scattered across the ground. Conversations drift through the air as strangers pass one another, some carrying grocery bags, others balancing warm drinks between their hands.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the earthy smell of fallen leaves, carried on the breeze long before the café comes into view, til you realize.. This coffee place was the first place you both met and had your first date, GOD! Why didn’t you think of it when he told you where to meet? Has it really been that much of a foggy memory?

You have to be kidding me fucking Gerard way you mutter in your head. You walked closer and found him waiting outside, wearing that damn jacket with that stupid scarf, the one you remembered him wearing every fall.

Nothing's changed.

Fuck.

"There you are!" he called, grinning. "Come on, it's cold as fuck out here."

You stopped dead, staring at him.

“Gerard, are you kidding me?" you asked. "You're taking me to the place where we had all our firsts?"

"Oh yeah.." He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I uhm didn't really think about it.. I swear it was just a coincidence!"

The way he laughed made it obvious he was trying to play it off.

He wasn't fooling anyone

"Ha, okay way" He held the door open for you, a wave of warmth greeting you as you stepped inside. He followed close behind, removing his scarf as he did, then led the way to a quiet, private table for the two of you, you sat down watching him take off his jacket then putting them down on the chair, neatly placing the scarf over.

“Hey.. coffee on me, the usual or did you switch it up?”

“Oh uh.. usually can you add a mozzarella cheese sandwich to that? Make it toasted”

“Yes ma’am” he’d walk off to join the line letting you have yet another moment to ponder to yourself.

You must have been lost in your thoughts, because you didn't even notice him returning until the soft clink of ceramic against the table pulled you back to reality. He carefully set your steaming cup and plate in front of you before lowering himself into the seat across from you. A familiar grin spread across his face the same sly, almost teasing smile he seemed to wear so effortlessly, as if he always knew something you didn't. He leaned back comfortably, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, clearly amused by how far your mind had wandered.

"Welcome back," he teased with a quiet chuckle, resting an elbow on the table as he waited for you to collect yourself.

“Sorry I was just-“

“Thinking of how to speak with me? You’re okay”

“I just.. kind of have a lot of questions to ask” you played with your cups outting, kind of nervous

“Well, for starters, I'm sorry for everything I put you through back then. I was very self-centered and, honestly, just plain cruel to you. I had everything I could have wanted, and I was too blind to see it at the time. Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. I messed it all up, and I truly regret it.” He took a sip of his coffee before turning over to the window “You don’t understand how much I've been wanting to see you” he added “I’m also glad you left when you did as much as I hate to say it..”

“Can I ask why that is, Gee?" You folded your arms across your chest, suddenly aware of how heavy it felt to breathe. Your chest tightened, dragging you back to that night, the memories rushing in before you could stop them.

Gerard stared at the floor for a long moment before finally speaking.

"I got pretty bad on drugs," he admitted quietly. "Really bad. I became so addicted that I was completely strung out. I didn't feel like I had any control over my life anymore. Every day revolves around getting high, and everything else just.. disappeared. My physical health fell apart. Mentally, I wasn't there anymore. I was trapped in a cycle I couldn't escape, no matter how badly I wanted to stop."

He paused, swallowing hard.

"It got so bad that I honestly thought I was going to die." His voice cracked. "Looking back.... it was one of the darkest, most terrifying times of my life."

Gerard blinked rapidly, his eyes glossy with tears. Seeing him struggle to keep himself together made your heart ache. Without thinking, you reached over and gently took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and a silent reminder that you were still here.

"Gerard..."

He let out a shaky breath before pulling his hand away, rubbing at his eyes.

"It's not an excuse," he whispered. "Nothing about what I did to you can be excused. I need you to know that if I could erase it every lie, every time I disappeared, every way I hurt you. I would. You didn't deserve any of it."

Silence settled between you.

As you sat there, pieces of the past began falling into place. The days he'd vanish without a phone call. The unanswered texts. The broken promises. The excuses that never quite made sense.

For so long, you'd wondered where he went.

Now, for the first time, you understood.

It didn't erase the pain. It didn't undo the nights you spent worrying or the hurt he'd caused.

But it finally explained why.

“Hey.. I appreciate you telling me Gerard really, don’t blame yourself because you simply didn’t know what was going on in your head at that moment” he nodded, he didn’t know what else to say which was understandable especially in this situation.

“Can I ask why you started your band? I heard some of your stuff! You have a real talent” you smile making him laugh, you missed it

“Yeah.. the band was awesome, met a lot of great people while on the road..”

The topic change seemed to lighten his mood. He became noticeably more relaxed and began talking in greater detail about why he started My Chemical Romance. Rather than giving a simple answer, he walked me through the motivations behind forming the band and what that period of his life was like. As he spoke, he naturally drifted into side stories from touring memories of unexpected moments on the road, interactions with fans, and the day-to-day experiences that came with life in the band. Each story added context, making the conversation feel less like an interview and more like listening to someone reflect on a defining chapter of their life.

“We left Ray at gas stations sometimes, we didn’t mean to but it was funny in the moment” your laugh came out naturally, almost like nothing left between you two, he could stare at you for hours.

Time passed by, it was now turning on 5

“Fuck it’s 5??” You looked at the clock in shock

“I suppose it is.. you have somewhere to be?”

“Oh no just.. surprised at the time that’s all” you stretch leaning back in the chair

“I should get going, I have little squirrel friends who like to have their peanuts at this hour”

“I’m sorry? Squirrel friends?” You laugh in shock as he got up putting his coat and scarf back on

“Yeah, they randomly started coming into the bird feeder in my yard so I as a peace treaty feed them peanuts” oh my god he was serious

Leaving the small coffee shop, back into the cold breeze of fall outside Gerard had that look again but this time you didn’t have to address it

“Hey, I hope this isn’t to head on but..”

He was gonna ask it again

“…Dinner? Oh me! come on we’re already out”

“Very tempting Gerard, but I’m not dressed for a dinner date” you blushed deeply seeing his head turn fast pulling you close to his face

“Date? Like you’d let me take you on one?”

“Haha! Calm down.. maybe let’s say next Saturday?”

“Yes.. yes! That’s perfect!!”

You smiled before grinning, your fingers curling lightly into the front of his jacket as you pulled him closer.

Gerard blinked, caught completely off guard.

"What?" he laughed nervously, his cheeks turning pink. "You're looking at me like that again."

"Am I?"

"Yeah... and it's making me forget how to think."

You couldn't help but laugh. His excitement over a single "maybe" was impossibly endearing.

"You know," you murmured, "you're still cute when you're flustered."

His eyes widened.

"Cute?" he echoed. "Me?"

"Mhm."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The city buzzed around you, but it faded into the background as your gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips and back again.

Gerard swallowed.

"So..." he whispered, barely smiling. "Does this mean I actually have a chance?"

Instead of answering, you closed the small distance between you.

Your lips met his in a soft, hesitant kiss.

For a heartbeat, he froze in complete surprise.

Then he melted into it, one hand carefully resting at your waist while the other found yours, as if he couldn't quite believe this was real. The kiss was gentle, warm, and filled with the nervous excitement that had been building between you all afternoon.

When you finally pulled away, you were both smiling.

Gerard stared at you, completely speechless.

"...I-I think," he said after a long pause, laughing breathlessly, "I'm definitely going to remember this until next Saturday."

You laughed, giving his hand a small squeeze.

"Good," you teased. "Because now you really have to plan that date."

His grin stretched from ear to ear.

FRANKxREADER

Hello my loves! This is the response to the request I had for Current!Frank breeding you.... I hope you enjoy!

CONTAINS: CNC/DubCon, slight Somno, p in v, breeding (duh), spitplay?

Word Count: 2420

It had been a long two weeks, and you were just laying in bed waiting for Frank to come home. You knew his flight didn't get in till late, but you were still trying to stay up anyways. After scrolling on your phone and sending him a few flirty pics from your bed, you ended up falling asleep, and you didn't hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hallway a half hour later.