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like any femcr meeting u at some gig and pretending to be ur gf to get some creepy guy away from you👀👀👀

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Pairing: Butch Lesbian!Frank Iero x Butch Lesbian!Ray Toro x Femme Lesbian f!reader

Notes: Reader made uncomfortable by weirdo, flirting, car sex, threesome, praise, fingering, use of mama and mommy, hickeys

Inspo/Request: Above! I also got a request for more fray since I’ve done frikey and frerard, and I’m gonna make that person their fic as well, but I thought this would be nice too!!! Also the request made me think of next contestant by Nickelback 😭. Sorry I added my own lil spin on this two with like what they do for a living n all that I felt creative

Bored and stressed, you HAD to get out of your house. You went to your favorite bar, a band of half girls - half guys playing. Two female guitarists, and a male drummer, singer, and bassist. It was killer music, and even better drinks. Except the lack of company made you sad. It’s like an angel hear your thoughts, sending some man in your direction, who had your keychain in hand. “Excuse me, this fell from your bag.” “Oh! Thank you so much.” Going to take it from his hand, his grip lingered on your wrist to give a shake that felt a little too welcoming, along with introducing himself by his name. By the look in his eyes and stench of him, he was drunk. Looking around for an excuse, you found nothing to do, the man stepping closer. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone? Looking for some fun?” Shit, he was coming onto you fast, like, already in your face. You didn’t know what else to do besides step back, but everytime, he got closer.

“Hey, hey, hey, now,” a taller, frizzy-curly headed girl approached rather than taking her ordered drink from the bartender, stepping between you and the stranger. This stranger, some man probably years older in his 40s, near trapping you against the counter and trying to out his liquor breath to yours. Being scared and nervous about confrontation, you made a weak attempt to make it stop, out of fear, despite expressing your discomfort in various ways. Before both hands even hit the bar to trap you in, this girl, followed by a short one, stepped into the scene. “She’s with me.” The drunk guy slurs, despite nobody asking. The shorter one laughs sharp, raising his eyebrows at the man before looking to you sympathetically, shy with tears near seeping out of you eyes. You’ve never experienced a perv like this, and it was scary, because you didn’t know the level of dangerous this man could be. After laughing, she spoke, “Well, that makes no sense. She’s with us. Honey, go with Ray.”

Whoever these girls were, they were definitely trying their best to save your ass. You did as the shorter one said, now knowing the tall one was named Ray, who held out a polite hand to take you away from the bar counter and put extra space between you and the pervert. Now you were by a bar stool, Ray in front of you, and in front of Ray, the one who you find out is named Frank. “Frankie, just drop it. No point if it’s solved now.” Ray warns, but Frank doesn’t budge, still in a staring contest with the bum, getting completely fired up over the hurt in the poor girl’s (you) eyes. It didn’t matter if you were a stranger or her best friend, any girl made uncomfortable by a guy, she wouldn’t let off the hook. “Do you get off on making girls uncomfortable? Do you go for the ones who are real shy and alone cause you know nothing can be done about it?” She had venom laced in her voice, the drunken man going to lay a hand on her before she shoved him back, wobbling until he fell on his ass and security escorted him for being too intoxicated to the point of others comfort being risked.

However, after the fact, you didn’t know what to do. You’ve never been in an extremely uncomfortable situation like that before, the fact maybe something worse could’ve happened. Ray ordered you a glass of water, saying something about having a seat and you instinctively listened even though your mind was elsewhere. Frank was two stools down, the one in the middle about to be occupied by Ray after handing you the cold glass. It seemed like Frank was still feeling heated, but then looked to you curiously. “Could we know your name?” Nodding, you give them your name is a small mumble, a sweeter look crossing Frank’s face. “Well, I’m Frank, and this is Ray. You can call me Frankie.” You’re unsure on what to say to the two, for what just happened. But they see that. “I’m sorry that happened, sweetie. It’s scary. Wanna stick with us for the night?” Offers Ray, looking to Frank who nods in agreement. The invitation makes you feel warm inside, smiling shyly. “I’d really, really like that. I don’t really wanna be alone after that.”

The two girls took you to one of the bar’s booths, far from the loud music and the drunken dancers to chill. “How come you came here all alone?” Ray questions, letting you slide in to the middle of the circle booth, the two girls on each side of you but still another person and a half away from you. You shrug, “For the same reason, I guess. I was stressed and bored.” “But you didn’t ask anyone to go with you?” Frank questions. Honestly, you didn’t really have anyone to ask. That was really embarrassing to reveal. “I don’t have a circle, really. It was better to go on my own than ask someone I don’t know well.” They both laugh, Frank speaking, “Now you’re sitting with two people you don’t know well. That means you gotta get to know us and we gotta get to know you.” A charming girl, really.

For the next half hour, you learned plenty. Both women were guitarists, single, and best friends. Ray was a movie buff, a cinematographer for a living, and apparently an amazing cook. Frank was very caring and loving with the way she talked about dogs, played music all day, and for a living was a tattoo artist and bartender. They were like sun and moon, and both equally attractive. You always were comfortable with your sexuality, understanding your attraction towards women and managing your crushes, but it was obvious how you crumbled under their attention. It was as if they were tag-teaming you. One would ask a question and maintain eye contact to show their respect, the other doing the same in a flirtatious manner, eyes scanning over your body. Unlike the experience early, you more than welcomed in, positioning yourself and enhancing your mannerisms in ways that you knew would make you seem sexier.

When Ray stood to go get more drinks, this time you requested an alcoholic one, the refreshing water comforting but you had to drink in this atmosphere. In the distance she was at the bar, but you and Frank sitting together. “Are you two dating?” You ask curiously, less shy to ask one than both at once. She chuckled, “No, we aren’t. Definitely partners in crime, best friends, roommates, that kind of thing. The title fuck buddies definitely comes into play, I won’t lie.” The deal was completely understanding. Good friends who lived together in this economy, benefitting off each other for more than financial reasons. “Why, you got your eyes on her?” Frank curiously interrupted your thoughts, asking with a teasing grin as heat crept up your neck on your cheeks. “No!” Acting shocked, your eyes unintentionally flicker back to Ray, and then the lady in front of you. “I’m- I’m just curious. I don’t want to… overstep.” “So you are checking her out.” There was no getting past Frank, she knew you were into Ray. Well, she knew you were into both of them, but you were too shy.

When Ray returns, you quiet down, especially when she asks, “Whatcha talking about?” But Frank doesn’t let you off easy. “(Y/N) was asking if we were dating. Told her we fuck and live together, but nothing committed. She either has her eyes on me, you, or both.” Wow, every bone in her body is blunt. Both of them have eyes on you now, and inside, you’re shaking. Completely exposed because they read right through you, they’re right, and you’re not made uncomfortable. “Nosy, much?” Ray jokes, but you just feel the heat taking over your body. “That’s not exactly what I asked! She added more to it.” Frank gasps dramatically are your accusation, a hand to the chest, “Ever hear of context clues, sweetheart?” It’s true, you were meek as fuck around both of them, and it wasn’t subtle. Ray snapped you out of your anxiety around whether they’d think you’re a freak or not.

“Listen, honey, Frank’s just messing with you. In all honesty, you’re cute, and we were walking up to you in the first place to talk to you. Then that situation happened, and it seemed like you just needed a friend. But if you are genuinely attracted, the feelings mutual.” Frank huffed, kicking Ray under the table. “I was having fun messing with her.” Feeling soothed, you smile shyly, sipping your drink before looking down at your lap. “Yeah, I’m not uncomfortable or anything. It’s really flattering… like, a lot.” Shrugging, Ray have a “well?” gesture, “Verdict’s yours.” “Yeah, hun,” Frank agreed while clocking back into the conversation after having his entire focus on how beautiful you were, “This night is all about what you want.” They were both serious. Friends? You got it. An outlet? You got it. A drive home? You got it. Obviously, a fuck? You most definitely got it. But there was something specific you were really craving.

You sighed. “‘Ve just been stressed and bored. I barely have the desire to get drunk.” The drink you had in hand when that perv approached you was abandoned, and the one you had now, your stomach turned after one sip. Not the one sip that made you excited to get drunk, but the one that reminded you of your lack of relations. “It’s not that…” You sigh, trying to think of how to word it. “If you’re both being as open as you say, I’d love to just go… anywhere private enough to just… have hands on me. Not a fuck or a threesome but just… I dunno what I’m even referring to.” Giving up, you put your head in the hands, feeling as if you’re just completely embarrassing yourself.

The girls quickly made you feel otherwise. “Hey, hey, hey,” Ray scooted closer, arm across the back of the booth, but leaving enough space, “No pressure. We’re listening. You’re doing great.” Frank completely agreed, scooting closer just as Ray, but not as close so you don’t feel claustrophobic. “You’re a sweet girl. Sweet girls like you need some lovin’ back. Plus, with what you’re describing and you’re %100 sure it’s something you want, me and Ray basically share a mind. I bet we’re already thinking about spots to take you if you wanted to go.” The lighthearted attitude made you giggle a little, then you felt fingers remove your hand from your face. It was Frank’s tatted ones, sling and a little veiny with chipped black nails, contrasting to Ray’s slightly bigger and thicker ones that were well taken care of. Your staring didn’t go unnoticed, of course. They seen everything you did, watching like hawks constantly.

Frank slips her hand into yours rather than the gentle grip on your wrist, giving them a soft squeeze. “Like my tattoos, sweetheart? I have a lot more. Ray here only had a few.” She rolled her eyes at Frankie, “I told you, you can give me one soon.” “I think they’re really cool.” You refer to tattoos in general, and of course, Frank’s specifically. Ray tucks your hair behind your ear, testing the waters as her fingers graze the shell of your air and down your neck, but your eyes remaining on Frank. “Would you have an answer for us about the offer, (Y/N)?” She used your name because she wants you to know how serious this really is, considering your comfort was already invaded tonight. But you knew what you wanted, and it was just a gentle distraction. You trusted they would know what to do for you based off what you told them. It wasn’t much of a thinker until you nodded. “If you guys really want to as well, though. I mean, you’re both really… good-looking.” “Oh don’t start, beautiful. C’mon, let’s go.” Ray wasn’t going to let you compare yourself to them, both girls sliding out of the booth for you to follow.

Ray’s civic was cool due to the moist weather tonight. Both of them had to grab their guitars and amps, plying Tetris to fit them all in the trunk so you could have a comfortable ride in the backseat. Frank opened your door for you to get in the backseat, then she sat in front of you on the passenger side, Ray being the one to turn the key in the ignition to light the car to life. The backseat was clean, besides Frank throwing her own Redbull can on the floor of the backseat. “You could’ve put that in the garbage can in this very parking lot.” Scoffing at Ray, Frank gestured to the backseat, “Uh, we have a princess to attend to. You should be rushing more, Ray.” Obviously, Frank enjoyed being a charmer, and it always made Ray roll his eyes, but smile at how you blushed at it. “Frank just loves being the one to impress you. Ya see that?” Frank teases right back to Ray. “Doesn’t take much with how low your game is” Your face in view with the rear view mirror, Ray makes eye contact through it, “Why can’t it just be us for the night, honey?” The joke made you laugh, followed with Frank disagreeing

After a few moments of comfortable silence and Ray driving, he realized there was no plan on where to go. “Destination?” “Uh…” You thought, nothing coming to mind, which Ray noticed. “There’s a pretty woodsy spot. We can go park there. Sound good?” Nodding, the drive began towards the spot, a short trip in the highway before arriving at the cliff. It was a water past the cliff and spruce trees surrounding the empty parking lot, the sweet smell of the trees flowing through the air exchanger. Ray turns in her head to see you, Frank joining too. “Are you okay if we come back there now?” Once again, you nodded, Ray getting out while Frank just shot herself into the backseat on one side, as you scooted to the middle to let Ray in the other. It was a tight squeeze for sure, but both of them smelled so good. Frank smelled like cigarettes, weed, and a cheap, cookie like perfume, and Ray smelled like coffee and vanilla. Frank asked you a question now. “How about you get comfy for us? However you want. Tell us what you don’t want so we don’t do that, and we’ll know what to do.”

There wasn’t much you didn’t want them to do to you. Just because of tonight, though, there was. “I don’t feel like being a giver tonight or receiving anything rough. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be-” Ray stops you before you can even say selfish, a hand lifted to silence you. “Don’t be like that, baby. Again, we want to have fun, and what’s fun if it’s not what you want?” Feeling less guilty, you positioned yourself how you wanted, moving around so Ray could spread er legs and you could lay back to chest with her, and Frankie on top of you. “There ya go. All comfy?” Nodding, you stared wide eyed up at Frank, nervous but filled with desire. She could tell. “It’s okay. We gotcha,” Frank reassures and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, “Ya ready?” At your nod, the two women were now yours until you said stop.

While Frank kisses slowly from the corner of your mouth, along your cheek, your jaw, your neck, her hands softly squeeze your thighs, and Ray’s lips rest gently against your opposite ear, her hands massaging your waist. “You’re just so tense. We get it. We’re all at the age where responsibilities get overwhelming. Especially hard with no one around, huh?” Her voice went to that happy go lucky tone to something soft and relaxing, a doctor trying to soothe you of your nerves before an examination. Humming in response, Frankie let out a similar noise, while taking a deep inhale along the side of your neck she just littered with kisses. “Y’smell just as good as you look. Do I get to see if you taste sweeter than this?” “Now don’t rush it, Frankie.” Ray corrects her eagerness, leading to another deep grumbly sigh from her.

Clearly, Frank’s the one who’s more eager, always wanting escalation, but Ray’s dominant enough for her to listen to Ray, who also confirms what you thought about Frank. “Frankie just loves getting girls like you all shy.” Trying to not squirm from Frank’s kisses turning more sloppy, more tongue and teeth against your skin, you ask what fogs up your mind because you know the answer will just get you going even more. “What do yas mean ‘girls like me’?” “Do I gotta say it again, hun?” Frankie nips your ear. “Sweet, not getting the attention a princess like you needs.” Her words and the feel of her teeth make you whimper, hips starting to buck, but Ray stills them. “Nuh uh, hun. Not yet.” It was now you and Frankie eager, her hands travelling up to your chest, grabbing at them over the thick restricting cloth, asking, “D’you wanna take your tops off?” “Frank-” “Please,” you interrupt the two, craning your neck back to look up at Ray, “Please, mama.”

Her strict gaze looks to Frankie, who’s cockily grinning at the fact she can’t say no to you like Ray can to her. “You really wanna play that game?” Ray raises her eyebrows, your pouty expression not faltering before she sighs. “Alright. Lift up.” Frank leans back on her knees while you sit up, your shirt being removed and then her hands by the clasp of your bra. “This too?” At your nod, she unclips it, letting it slide off your shoulders before you lean back, Frankie’s gaze hungrily falling to your breasts. But she knows to take it slow, getting back into position and moving down to your collarbone this time. “Aw, you’re so beautiful.” While one of Ray’s hands slid up your body to hold your breast, Frank kisses down to the other, lips wrapping around your nipple so gently suck on it. As you start to moan under your breath, Ray gets more handsy, pulling at the other, and of course Frank doesn’t hesitate to suck a little harder.

Replacing Ray’s hand, Frankie gave attention to both tits, while Ray’s hand smoothed down your belly to tease at your waistband. “Bet you’re all wet for us, aren’t you, baby?” “Yeah, please touch me…” You whisper, feeling even more shy as time passes. The minute her fingers slide past your lips, she feels your warm wetness, using it to slick along your clit. “Oh my god, you are soaked, baby.” She can’t help a small, condescending laugh, your body squirming as she touches you, her breath heavy by your ear as she feels her own arousal increasing. Instead of her voice whispering the sweet, praising words, Frank goes up to your shoulder, her thumb and forefinger gently rolling the sensitive bud still. “Ray’s fingers feel so good, don’t they? Trust me, I know. They’re just fuckin’ perfect. Always make me cum so hard. Don’t tease her so much, Ray, push them inside her.” Two fingers stretched you open, sliding in slowly, making your back arch into Frankie’s as she giggled.

”There, you’re loving it now. Listen to those pretty noises. Nice and loud for mommy, now.” Frank praised while Ray curled her fingers harder, making you release high pitched gasps that Frank coos at. “Oh, there you go. Mama making y’feel so good, princess.” You confirm, nodding while bucking against Ray’s hand, until Frankie looks to Ray. “Switch?” Agreeing, Ray slides her fingers fast Frank’s lips before any movement, letting her taste your sweetness as she groans. Laying against the other door, you turn to have your back against Frankie’s chest now, blushing as Ray keeps gentle eye contact before kissing and sucking on the skin around your breasts. It’s Frankie’s turn to guide her hand into your panties, immediately pleasuring you by rubbing your clit.

Soon enough one breast is covered is maybe 5 hickeys as Ray begins kissing over to the other one. “Whether it’s a fuck or a partner, Ray likes marking what she’s doin’, if you haven’t notice.” Frankie whispers, chuckling while Ray slides a hand just behind you to palm at Frankie’s crotch, quickly silencing her into small gasps as her speed intensifies against you. “Mommy… mommy..” Your moans get a little more confident, the sounds of Frank whining against her bitten lip right in your ear. “Mommy’s getting all dizzy like yourself, sweetheart. Doesn’t matter if it’s through layers or not, always humping like a dog.” “S-Shut up.” Frank stammers, her speed consistently fast and bringing your orgasm closer. With the lack of attention you receive sexually, and how good it feels, you beg for them to not stop. “Oh fuck - please, please don’t stop. Mama, don’t let her stop. Need t’ cum so bad.” Your sweet whines are more than enough to convince them, Frank responding to your shakes by rubbing your clit even faster to push you over that edge.

Before you came, Ray took your chin in a soft grip, smiling as you struggle to keep your eyes on her without rolling back. “Gonna cum? So close, aren’t you? Shh, shh, you’re gonna get to. Mommy’s gonna make you cum. Gotta keep your eyes on mama, though, got it?” Nodding, your chest rises and falls faster, the pleasure washing over you as Frankie peppers your neck with gentle kisses in contrast to your body aggressively jerking. She doesn’t push you past your limit at all, removing her fingers to place in Ray’s mouth like she did to Frankie earlier. “You okay, princess?” She asks while Ray moans, tasting you and sucking Frank’s fingers clean. All you can do is nod, Ray sitting up to remove her shirt to be in her sports bra and giving her the baggy shirt for you to wear, rather than the tight cute shirt your wore to go out drinking. “I think the drive in theatre is still open. Why don’t we go get some food and go there?” Ray suggests cheerfully, so you have a full, relaxing night. You nod, turning to nuzzle further into Frankie’s chest with her fingers caressing your shoulder with a sigh, “You seriously always think about movies, babe?”

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