Name some of your favorite frerard fics/writers. Want to read more

Especially maybe some kinky kinda mafia stuff? Idk feel like reading some tragician_child stuff but she's gone now

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I strolled out of bed for something other than to go to the bathroom for the first time in a week. I went downstairs and heard Jamia and my parents talking in my dad's office.

"I think we should cancel his birthday party," Jamia said.

"The party will go on as planned," my dad said.

"He at least needs help," Jamia said. "Get him a therapist or something."

"Men don't need therapists," my dad said.

"He almost took his own life," Jamia said. "We've taken away his gun and put the weapons in a secure location, but we can't just ignore this. He hasn't even left his bed. He is depressed, he needs help."

"Cheech, we almost lost our son," my mom said.

"He'll get over it," my dad said.

I went back upstairs, crawling into bed. Ten minutes later Jamia came in and sat beside me, running her fingers through my hair.

"Frankie," she sang softly. "You awake?"

I nodded, looking up at her.

"Your dad still wants a birthday party, good family image," she said. "Let's get dressed. You don't even have to talk to anyone, okay?"

I got up and got dressed into my suit. Jamia grabbed a dark blue tie and put it on me.

"I know you are gay but I also know you're closeted," she said. "We can make an arrangement. We stay married. We let people think we are happily married to keep the family image. But we are just friends."

I sighed and nodded as she fixed up the tie and patted my chest.

"Good," she said with a smile.

"I have a doctors appointment tomorrow," she said. "It's for the baby. Would you like to come? I know you haven't been feeling the best lately."

"No, I want to come," I said. "I'm not really ready for a child but this is still my child. I don't want to be a bad father."

She smiled and kissed my cheek.

"I got you a gift," she said.

I heard people coming in downstairs as she went into her closet. She pulled out a large box and I pulled open the lid, finding a guitar.

"This is a 1960s fender," I whispered, gently running my fingers over the body.

"You like it?" She asked. "I-I don't really know a lot about guitars, I don't know if it's good."

I couldn't help but smile a little bit as I looked up at her.

"This is amazing, Mia, where'd you find it?" I asked.

"An online auction," she said. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

She helped me to my feet and we walked downstairs where people were talking. People smiled and patted me on the back, giving me hugs and kisses on the cheek. I found a spot on the couch, sitting with Jamia solemnly.

"I'm sorry, I tried to get your dad to cancel the party," she said.

I nodded, reaching over to hold her hand. We sat for a while just talking quietly when someone walked in. I couldn't mistake that bright red hair for anything. I stood up, my breath catching in my throat.

"Frankie?" Jamia asked.

We walked over to Gerard, pushing our way through the crowd.

"Gerard," I said. "You came."

He nodded and looked at Jamia.

"This is Jamia," I said.

"Hi, I'm his wife," she said, holding out her hand that Gerard shook.

"Jamia, this is the man I love," I said.

"Oh," she said. "Well, in that case you can know we aren't really married. Legally yes but we're just friends."

Gerard nodded, fumbling with something in his hands.

"Can I talk to you privately?" He asked.

I nodded, bringing him upstairs to my bedroom.

"I thought we said our goodbyes," I said as we sat on the couch.

"Yes but I got you a gift before we broke up and I want you to have it, you deserve to have it," he said.

Gerard handed me the thing that was in his hand, a little black box. I opened it and saw a tag for a collar. It was in the shape of a heart and had 'Bunny' engraved into it. My eyes watered as I looked up at him.

I grabbed my collar and sat back down, replacing the bitch tag with the bunny one instead. I started to put it on when Gerard reached up to help, putting it on for me. He sighed, standing up and heading towards the door. I hurried after, grabbing his hand.

"Please just...five minutes," I said. "Dominate me for just five minutes. Ten minutes. Please, I need it. I need you to own me for just ten minutes. I crave it."

Gerard looked at me, biting his lip.

"On your knees," he ordered.

I whimpered and dropped down to my knees. Gerard took off my tie, using it to tie around my head in my mouth to gag me.

"Little bunny wanna be used?" He asked, holding my face in his hands.

I whimpered, nodding my head. Gerard grabbed my hair, making me crawl as he led me over to the armchair. He sat down in the seat, putting his feet up on my back. I looked up at him, watching him put a cigarette between his lips and light it. He took a drag before slowly blowing the smoke out into the air.

I don't know why but I was actually getting a little turned on being used as a footstool for Gerard. I was being used at his will, completely degraded and humiliated. I loved it.

"Stand," Gerard said.

I stood up and he pulled off my belt, turning me around. He used the belt to tie my hands behind my back. Gerard pulled my pants down around my thighs and bent me over his lap. I gasped when he spanked me suddenly, the sting rushing through my body like electricity. He did it three times more, harder each time.

"Such a good little bunny, taking your spankings so good," he muttered, gently rubbing my ass.

He spanked me twice more and I was practically shaking. Gerard rubbed again before spanking me once more hard, making me whimper and moan.

"Have you ever fingered yourself before, Bunny?" He asked.

I looked over, shaking my head. Gerard smirked and sucked on his fingers before moving them down. I closed my eyes when I felt his finger slowly rub over my hole. He pushed one in and I laid my head down on the arm rest. He pushed it in and out slowly before adding a second finger. I whined as he moved faster, his other hand spanking me again.

"So good, Bunny," he praised.

He hit my prostate and my whole body jerked in sensation. Gerard fucked me with his fingers before adding a third one. My whole body was on fire, drool dripping down my chin. He kept crooking his fingers and hitting my prostate. My stomach was twisting and burning, I needed relief.

"You wanna come, Bunny?" He asked and I nodded.

Gerard pulled his fingers away, making me gasp as I opened my eyes to look over at him. Gerard just smirked down at me.

"I love teasing my little bunny," he said.

Gerard spanked me hard, making me whine.

"Do you own any toys?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Shame," he muttered. "I would love to fuck you with a dildo right now, make you scream and beg."

Gerard started finger me again and I gasped.

"Come for me, Bunny," he said.

It only took a few more hits of my prostate before I was coming hard. My whole body was shaking as I gasped, feeling light headed. Gerard reached down, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Oh, Bunny, you're so good for your master," he praised.

Gerard unbound my hands and took off the tie. He guided me to stand up in front of him, pulling up and fixing my pants. I whimpered, leaning down to kiss him softly. He stood up and put my belt on, doing up my tie. My eyes began to water because I knew what this meant, he was going to leave.

"Gerard--"

"I can't, Bunny," he interrupted. "The business, your business, I can't be part of it. I don't agree with it and I don't want to be tied into it."

I nodded. "It hurts but I...I understand."

I took a deep breath, looking away as I tried not to cry.

"Bunny, I know you'll find someone new who can actually be part of the business," he said. "But that just isn't me. I can't be part of the business."

"I want you, we have this connection," I said. "You're the perfect dom for me, I need someone who will own me and control me."

"I'm not the only dom out there," he said.

"But there aren't really many power bottoms," I said.

"Well, you can always bottom," he said.

I sniffled, looking down.

"I want to be your bunny," I mumbled. "I love being your bunny. I love you."

Gerard kissed the top of my head gently.

"I love you too, Bunny," he whispered. "But you have to find a new master now. Good luck with the business and with your child."

I nodded, wiping my eyes. Gerard left and I took deep breaths. I looked in the mirror, my fingers running over my collar before I took it off, putting it back into my nightstand. I went downstairs where Jamia found me, putting a hand on my arm.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "I just saw Gerard leave. Are you okay? What happened?"

"Nothing," I mumbled.

My dad pulled me over to smoke with some of the men outside, handing me a cigar. I sat down and immediately flinched as pain arose and I stood back up.

"What's wrong, Paco?" He asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"Sit, sit," he said.

I sat down, wincing before settling down in a slightly awkward position. I didn't really pay attention to them as they talked, just dreaming about Gerard and one day being able to lay in his arms again.