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Buzzed - synonomy - Bandom [Archive of Our Own]
"You should," Frank gets out between snorts, "you should cut your hair."

"What?" Gerard wheezes.

"No, it's just - it's all stuck up." Frank shuffles forwards on his knees and then his hands are in Gerard's hair. Gerard's laughter dies down abruptly. Frank's fingers are surprisingly gentle on his scalp, ruffling it up, carding through it. "We'd probably have to wash it first, though," he says thoughtfully.

podfic: [http://xojemmaxo.livejournal.com/21991.html]
bandom  mcr  pairing:frank/gerard  <15kwords  author:synonomy  fic  podfic  reader:xojemmaxo 
december 2016 by carefultread
The One Where Gerard Is A Chef With A Very Unhandy Problem - synonomy - Bandom, My Chemical Romance [Archive of Our Own]
"At some point you're gonna have to just admit that you want in his handyman pants."
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"Is there a reason every time something goes wrong here, it's the early hours?" is Frank's question.

"Yes. God hates me," is Gerard's response. It's a very plausible reason, and coincidentally, nothing to do with the fact that this probably could have waited until morning. It's maybe even a likely reason, if God's still going in for that whole lustful thoughts are bad thing. Frank laughs, kind of breathy and huffing due to the position he's in - half on his side and half on his back, leaning against the wall under the radiator. Gerard can just about see the edge of the guns tattoo he has on the small of his back peeking out from under the bottom of his T-shirt. Maybe God doesn't hate him after all.
fandom:BandomMCR  pairing:frank/gerard  author:synonomy  *au 
december 2014 by starkandspangle
Catalyst - synonomy - Bandom, My Chemical Romance [Archive of Our Own]
Gerard explains to Frank why he likes getting fucked.
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"What," Gerard murmurs mildly, low and rumbling by Frank's ear; spine dipping, pushing back until Frank's cock slides hotly between his cheeks. "Is it stupid?"

Frank closes his eyes and turns his face into Gerard's hair, breathing in deep. "A little," he admits, voice going low and content at the familiar smell of Gerard's hair: smoky, a hint of fragrance, a little grease. "But I like it. You just look really overwhelmed, y'know?"

"Your cock is pretty overwhelming," Gerard says sarcastically, and then sucks on Frank's neck, cutting off Frank's giggle. "Honestly, it's like-- it doesn't even feel that good at first, but I keep going because. Well, I know it will do, obviously, but more than that, because I want you there."

"In your ass?" Frank has no idea why they're still talking. His hips are still twitching; he pulls a little against Gerard's hold on his wrists.

Gerard tightens his fingers. "No. Well, yeah, but you're trivializing it."
fandom:BandomMCR  pairing:frank/gerard  author:synonomy 
december 2014 by starkandspangle
The Keeper Of The Keg - synonomy - Bandom, My Chemical Romance [Archive of Our Own]
Jacob Anderson is a complete douchebag, but when you're sixteen and still haven't been to a big house party, there's something fucking wrong. So Frank says yes when Dewees asks him to go and then he says hello to Jacob by comparing the size of his house to his mom's ass, just on principle.
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Frank snorts, "Your face," and then giggles at his own lame response. He is really not on his top game right now. "Oh man, I am so wasted. So wasted. I'm a total waste right now."

"Your life is a total waste," Dewees grunts, foot suddenly connecting with Frank's calf, and Frank yelps when his bare knee connects with the keg in a sharp flash of coldfuckcold! Why does he have to rip the knees of every single pair of jeans he owns to shit, again? "You wanna, like, go?"

Frank tries to look down at him. He's slouched against the cabinets, legs sprawled out across the tiles, seemingly unconcerned with the grumbling people shuffling and stepping over him trying to get into the kitchen. Giggling again at some dumbass blonde chick's annoyed orange face, Frank says, "Dude, naw, not yet." He's been playing Keeper Of The Keg for a little while, but so far that pretty greasy dude hasn't come over. A few stupid jock types, some raised-eyebrowers, and a random tall guy in a dress, but no pretty greasy dude.
fandom:BandomMCR  pairing:frank/gerard  author:synonomy  *au 
december 2014 by starkandspangle
Professional Healers - synonomy - Bandom, My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence [Archive of Our Own]
Frank never wanted to be a pediatrician.
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"Oh man, today has not been a good day." He throws the crumpled tissues into Bob's lap, bends down to start patting at Bob's jacket, slung on the back of his chair. "I just need a fucking smoke. Tobacco will make everything better." Bob elbows him sharply, and Frank slaps at him in retaliation, "Fuck off, you said I could have one."

"Frank," Bob hisses under his breath, and Frank looks up to find a guy stood at the desk. And - oh, hey. Hot. Frank stands up quickly.

"Hey," Bob says to Hot Guy. "Don't worry, my colleague here was just leaving. What can I do for you?"

Hot Guy doesn't look too bothered. In fact, he almost looks amused. Frank only wishes he knew him well enough to tell for sure. "It's okay. I'm, uh, here about my son, Drake? I have an appointment. With Doctor Ballato?"

"She isn't in today," Frank says without thinking, and Hot Guy looks at him. His eyes flicker to Frank's arms, and Frank hastily pulls down his shirt sleeves. "I've taken over her patients for today, so you should be with me." He very carefully ignores the look Bob is shooting him out of the corner of his eye.
fandom:BandomMCR  pairing:frank/gerard  author:synonomy  *au 
december 2014 by starkandspangle
synonomy: The One Where Gerard Is A Chef With A Very Unhandy Problem
REC: Chef!Gerard and handyman!Frank. A fluffy, cute, and hot little PWP. (2014-04-20)
QUOTE: It was Frank that came to the rescue (well, technically it was Mikey, since he's the one who brought Frank to Gerard's attention and the one who made the call, but the point still stands) which is no doubt a highly contributing factor, Gerard knows. Like, Frank saved his first night as a restaurant owner - his first night of living his lifelong dream - from being a complete disaster. He didn't have to do it, probably had something else he could have been doing, and yet he helped Gerard out anyway.
Plus, he's stupidly hot. Gerard isn't surprised in the slightest he feels the way he does.
Still, he doesn't want to think about it. He's not an idiot, he senses the spark between them, but Frank is the only guy he trusts with his baby: this place. He'd rather not get into anything that carries a risk of losing that.
He takes Frank the coffee, sipping his own while he watches him fiddle with the fusebox, swearing occasionally. "Any joy?"
"I think so," Frank says, teeth gritted. "Just gotta - *motherfuckingshit* tits on a *stick*! Ah - yeah, there we go. Try it now."
Gerard can't help but grin, heading back into the kitchen and shutting the still-open oven door with his foot. He takes a breath, turns the dial, and after it clicks back at him reassuringly a few times, it whirs to life. Gerard whoops triumphantly, relief washing over him. "So we can open tomorrow after all!"
"You're welcome," Frank says, appearing in the kitchen with a grin. He puts his toolbox on the metal counter and swings his ass up next to it, mug cradled in his hands. He shakes his head and makes negative noises when Gerard pulls out his wallet. "Gee, no, come on. It was nothing. I've only been here, like, twenty minutes."
"It's three in the morning, you help me out all the time, and I'm paying you," Gerard insists.
"I was awake anyway, you're a friend, and this was just a favor," Frank counters, waving away the bills Gerard thrusts at him. "Next time you want me to come unclog your toilets, *then* you can pay me."
Gerard scowls, reluctantly putting his money away. "Is there any way at all I can get you to take my money tonight?"
"Nope," Frank says cheerfully. "But I'll take a grilled cheese and a beer, if it will ease your conscience." (4,990 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  activity:DIY  activity:cooking  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:baker/cook  occupation:handyman  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:café/diner/restaurant  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-04  recced:2014-04 
april 2014 by turlough
synonomy: The Dark In Me
REC: Most things got better after he got clean, but not this. The one where Gerard and Frank starts a D/s relationship.
fandom:bandom  fandom:mychemicalromance  author:synonomy  pairing:frank/gerard  feat:d/s  thing:fic 
january 2014 by ohnoktcsk
synonomy: Food For Thought
REC: Gerard has a crush on the hot guy at Subway. A very sweet story and I really like how Gerard and his anxieties are written. The way he's slowly gaining a little more confidence in himself felt very real. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: He wants to go back immediately the next day, but in the end just gets too hung up on the idea that it's completely obvious; like somehow Frank would see him and know *why*, so he doesn't. But the day after, he does give in.
"Oh, hi, again!" Frank says brightly as Gerard steps up to the counter. It's not as busy today, but Gerard still feels anxious anyway. "How was your veggie sub?"
"Yeah," Gerard says, because he's utterly useless. "I mean, it was good."
"Told you," Frank says smugly. "It's always great showing people the light." Gerard had actually got a couple of bites into his sandwich before really wishing it had something other than vegetables in it, but he's not going to tell Frank that. "What can I get for you today, then? Same again?" He smiles at Gerard - this wide, angelic quirk of the lips that lights up his whole face under the visor of his uniform cap.
"Sure," Gerard says helplessly, and Frank practically beams at him, reaching for the bread.
"No peppers or onions, right?" he asks, and Gerard nods, surprised he even remembers. He can't help but watch Frank's hands as he puts the sandwich together, eyeing the art sprawling over his forearms and elbows and disappearing up under his shirt sleeves. He's got letters on his knuckles that no doubt spell something; some gorgeous robed woman that Gerard suspects is a saint on his left forearm, but it's hard to see. He's dying to have a proper look and ask Frank about them, but he can't think of a way to comment on Frank's ink even casually without both looking *and* feeling like a huge creep, so he keeps his mouth shut.
"You wouldn't last long in my family," Frank says, startling Gerard back to reality. He meets Gerard's eyes and grins, elaborating; "No peppers or onions. That *really* wouldn't go down well in a house full of Italians. Though I suppose you do have the bread and the dressing, so maybe they'd let you off."
"I like cheese and pasta?" Gerard offers lamely, and is highly gratified when Frank laughs. It's high and free, almost a giggle. (8,760 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:therapy  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:UST  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:office  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
synonomy: Professional Healers
REC: Frank never wanted to be a pediatrician. The one where Frank is a doctor and he and Gerard tries to take things slow. This is such a happymaking story. I love the everyday atmosphere and the slow way their relationship develops. The characterisations are really good and the sex is superhot. I particularly like the way the writer plays with the dom-sub-top-bottom-penetration-penetrated clichés. (2013-07-07)
QUOTE: "Come on, Little Drac. Time to go see the doctor."
Okay, that is probably the most adorable nickname Frank has ever heard, and he's heard a *lot*. He doesn't realize he's grinning until he catches Bob's eye, at which point he tries to school his face into something approaching professional. 'Doctor Iero,' he thinks to himself. 'You are a fucking doctor.'
Drake doesn't move, completely ignoring his father, thumbs clicking furiously. "*Drake*," Mr. Way says pointedly. Still no response. Mr. Way sighs and stands up, looking at Frank apologetically. "Sorry."
Frank waves a hand dismissively. "Kids, right?"
Drake suddenly looks up. "I'm not a *kid*," he says scathingly, as though Frank had just called him a motherfucker or something. "I'm nearly ten."
Frank tries not to laugh. He approaches them, holding out his hand for Drake to shake. "Oh, my apologies, sir. May I call you Drake?"
Drake regards him warily. "You're the doctor?" he asks.
Frank nods. "I am."
Drake stares at him, openly looking him over. Frank's always liked that about kids, the way they don't care at all about what is supposedly socially acceptable. "You don't *look* like a doctor." He wrinkles his nose. "And you smell funny."
"*Drake*," Mr. Way admonishes, face coloring.
Frank does laugh, then. "Yeah, sorry about that. My last patient wasn't anywhere near as grown up as you, see. So, can I call you Drake? You can call me Frank." He still has his hand out. Drake still looks suspicious, but Frank holds his eyes and waits, smiling, and eventually, it pays off. Slowly, cautiously, Drake extends his own smaller hand, puts it in Frank's and shakes for all of a second before pulling it back.
"Okay," he says.
"Cool," Frank says. He turns back to Mr. Way, who seems speechless, mouth open. Frank just smiles and kind of shrugs, gestures again for them to follow him. This time, Drake complies. He trails behind them, face already back in his game, and Mr. Way falls into step next to Frank. Frank has long since stopped being able to smell himself (just his luck that the one time there's a hot guy in his practice he stinks of fucking toddler vomit, *awesome*) but stood close like this, he can just about pick up on Mr. Way's aftershave, or shower gel, or whatever that really nice fruity smell is. Frank has his work cut out acting casual, here.
Mr. Way leans close. "How did you do that?" he asks quietly. "He usually just grunts at me."
Frank tries not to look too pleased with himself. "I'm not just a pretty face."
The noise Mr. Way makes is somewhere between a laugh and a splutter. "I, uh. I love the artwork." He points to the corridor walls. "Under the sea, right? Always goes down well with kids. Drake used to love that movie Finding Nemo when he was younger. Nowadays it's all blood and gore, though. I've seen the kinds of games he plays."
"And you're okay with that?" Frank asks lightly.
Mr. Way kind of shrugs. "I know a lot of parents would probably give me flack for it, but I've always tried to let him make his own decisions. You know, within reason. And to be honest, I can't say I'm surprised. I love that sh- that stuff, myself."
"Yeah, I wouldn't cuss in here, it's an offense punishable by *death*, apparently. And - blood and gore?"
"Horror," Mr. Way clarifies, laughing a little. He talks with his hands a lot, Frank notices. "I mean, as a genre, not so much just blood and gore for the sake of it, but it tends to, like, overlap."
"Ah, so it runs in the family," Frank says, and Mr. Way gives him this shy little smile. 'Fuck, *doctor doctor doctor*.' Frank stops in front of his office, lets them in and shuts the door after them, waving them into the seats in front of his desk. (34,880 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:performing  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:gag  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
Buzzed by xojemma, written by synonomy
"You should," Frank gets out between snorts, "you should cut your hair."

"What?" Gerard wheezes.

"No, it's just - it's all stuck up." Frank shuffles forwards on his knees and then his hands are in Gerard's hair. Gerard's laughter dies down abruptly. Frank's fingers are surprisingly gentle on his scalp, ruffling it up, carding through it. "We'd probably have to wash it first, though," he says thoughtfully.

Length: 00:40:16
Band:MyChemicalRomance  Pairing:Frank/Gerard  Podficcer:xojemmaxo  Author:synonomy  Length:0:30-0:45 
may 2013 by bandompodfic
Under The Sun by shinetheway, written by synonomy
Gerard wakes up to gentle exhales of hot air against the back of his neck and legs tangled up with his own. Early morning lazy!sex. Written for anon_lovefest for the prompt, "Early morning lazy!sex. Just something cute and domestic."

Length: 00:05:10
Band:MyChemicalRomance  Pairing:Frank/Gerard  Podficcer:shinetheway  Author:synonomy  Length:<0:10 
may 2013 by bandompodfic
Always Never Knew by dapatty, written by synonomy
When it happens, it isn't as weird as Frank had expected it to be. A first time!ficlet set vaguely during some Revenge-era tour.

Length: 00:09:35
Band:MyChemicalRomance  Pairing:Frank/Gerard  Podficcer:dapatty  Author:synonomy  Length:<0:10 
may 2013 by bandompodfic
synonomy: The Dark In Me
REC: Most things got better after he got clean, but not this. The one where Gerard and Frank starts a D/s relationship. I'm quite picky when it comes to BDSM fic but I really like this one. Not only is it scorchingly hot, the characterisations of both Gerard and Frank are wonderful and the development of their relationship is both fascinating and thought-provoking. (2013-03-24) Most Interesting D/s Relationship Dynamics of 2013: Gerard has few problems telling Frank what he needs. It's when Frank wants to know why Gerard needs it, and why he chose Frank to be the one to give it to him, that things get complicated. The workings of Gerard's mind is both fascinating and perplexing and the dynamics of their budding relationship interesting and thought-provoking. And the sex scenes are scorchingly hot! (2014-02-10)
QUOTE: "Pull my hair," he tells Frank, clearly. "Fuck my face. Make me choke on it."
Frank doesn't do it at first, and Gerard thinks it's because he doesn't believe him. So he does it himself, instead, going down on Frank so far he gags, again and again. Frank's cock isn't huge, but it's big enough to make him heave, spit and precome clogging thickly on his tongue. Frank leans against the wall and lets him do it, breathing heavily but otherwise not participating - though he doesn't say anything. He doesn't try to get Gerard to stop choking himself, and it's been so long since Gerard's had *anything*, that it's enough.
He shuffles closer, whining a little in his throat. He's got both hands on Frank's bare hips, taking him to the base over and over; his voice is going to be so wrecked, and he doesn't care at all. Eventually he has to pull off fully, hacking for air. Frank's cock is satisfyingly flushed, pressed tight to the paler, inked flesh of his belly, dripping with Gerard's spit.
Gerard looks up at him and smirks a little, panting. He can feel how far he's under, skin thrumming, pulse hard in his own dick. It's so thick, so consuming, that his vision is almost blurred.
Frank looks back down at him, maybe in awe, maybe disgust. It's hard to tell. "Christ. You really *do* like this, huh?" He suddenly grabs Gerard by the hair, and Gerard moans, instantly giving himself over to it, letting his mouth drop open so Frank can guide his cock back in. "Y'know, this is really fucking sick, Gee."
Gerard groans, muffled and needy, and drops a hand to palm at himself through his jeans. Most things got better after he got clean, but not this. If anything, it got worse. (3,380 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  concept:sobriety  relationship:friendship  relationship:d/s  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:bondage  smut:bunk.sex  smut:public.sex  smut:pain.kink  smut:hairpulling  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
march 2013 by turlough
synonomy: In A Crowded Room
REC: Touring with the Used is pretty much how Frank expected it. Frank and Gerard and anger and jealousy. This really hurt to read but it's so good. synonomy writes fucked up!Frank & Gerard so well. (2013-03-03)
QUOTE: "He's amazing," Gerard says. "And he's his own person, but I think he forgets. Or maybe I do. Because I'm a selfish, self-obsessed, tragic piece of shit."
The lack of venom in his voice makes Frank wince. Makes him press closer, get his hand on Gerard's ribs, back, arm sliding under his. "He's a Way. So are you. You know I -" And christ, this is going to be it, the moment Frank says it.
"Kiss me again," Gerard interrupts. It's like he's melting into Frank, dissolving under the pressure against his spine, letting Frank get their chests together, their knees, their mouths. Gerard tastes like yesterday's alcohol, like smoke and vomit, kinda, like one-too-many. It's awkward, tense, not sexy at all - and Frank can't think. It's like his breath is competing with his pulse and neither's going to win. Gerard pulls back suddenly when Frank tentatively cups his jaw, and he still can't.
"*Fuck*," Gerard huffs, hot against Frank's mouth, eyes shut. "M'sorry, I can't -" He's got his palms flat against Frank's chest, but Frank doesn't move his hand.
"Because of Bert?" *God*, Frank can't fucking stand how he sounds, like he's jealous. He *is*, but that isn't the point. That isn't even close to being *all*.
"Fuck," Gerard repeats on an exhale, eyebrows furrowed above his closed eyelids. "No. We're, he wouldn't -" He swallows thickly and Frank feels it under his hand, feels it in his gut, bright, angry-hot. And then all he's feeling is the flushed skin of Gerard's back, his crooked mouth, the awkward chafing of jeans that comes with getting your thigh pressed up between someone else's. Frank wants him bare, wants him to stop thinking, talking - too many, impossible things. But it seems like this is something he *can* have, at least for now, and he's having it, okay, he's taking it.
"Frank, Frank," Gerard's saying in the pauses for breath, "You should, we, stop -" (2,970 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:addiction  concept:consent.issues  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  tour:2004.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-02  recced:2013-03 
march 2013 by turlough
synonomy: Yes, No, Maybe
REC: Frank gets woken up by a call from Gerard. Phone sex ensues. Very hot little PWP. (2012-10-07)
QUOTE: "I hate you, you know," Frank tells him.
Gerard snorts, laughing a little. "No you don't. You love me."
Whatever, Frank's never been a very good liar. He makes a noncommittal sound as he slides a hand under the blankets, cupping his own cock. And thank *fuck* he sleeps naked, because he totally wouldn't have the will to strip right now. "What're you doing?"
"Oh, y'know," Gerard drawls. "Just, um. Laying around." He sniggers, but Frank grits his teeth, fatigue still clinging to his senses.
"Gerard, seriously, I am *this* close to hanging up on your sorry ass -"
"Okay, okay, fuck! I'm, um." Gerard coughs, laughter dissolving. "I'm touching myself."
Frank wants to roll his eyes, because 'yeah, duh' - but knowing it and hearing Gerard actually *say it* are two very different things. Frank feels heat coiling in his belly, cock starting to fill against his palm. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," Gerard confirms, and his voice is suddenly lower, sultry, the version of stage-Gerard that nobody else gets to see except Frank. "I got hard because I was thinking about you. About that time you pushed me over the back of your couch and made me finger myself for you, d'you remember?" (2,720 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  relationship:established  relationship:d/s  smut:phone.sex  smut:masturbation  smut:sex.toys  smut:voyeurism  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough

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