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When Ray starts moving, it feels so fucking good that Frank’s voice breaks into two halves, his face twists like a wrung towel, his stomach relaxes to give the sparrows some space from each other. Frank reaches back to claw at Ray’s thigh, crushing them into each other, and then Ray’s fucking him hard, jolting him forward like the van is crashing over and over again.
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“I don’t know if I can.” Meaning, I shouldn’t. Meaning, I don’t fucking know. The ‘no’ is a formality. She’s going to fold anyway, because folding means closing the gap between them.
“Am I gonna have to go out and find some asshole dude to do it for me, or are you gonna grow up and give me what I want?”
As always, the answer is the same, even if it’s meandering or shaky. Yes, G. Leashes tighten. Of course.
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“I don’t fuckin’ know,” he warbles. “I just wish you told me.”
“I did tell you. Just now.” Gerard is starting to get a little sick of Mikey feeling sorry for himself. It’s not like they don’t see other people. Seeing other people is the whole point. It makes coming back to each other matter more.
“Don’t hate me,” Gerard pitches up to plead a little. It’s usually not this fucking hard to goad Mikey out of his jeans. “Come on. You’ll feel better, probably. You’re acting really fuckin’ possessive right now.”
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You catch another searing glimpse of her long nails, flashing like emergency flares, and then the soft, shell-colored span of her palm. She dons more black nitrile, rendering her hands anonymous once again. “I want you to watch what I’m about to do to you,” she confides, “I’m letting you watch, because I trust you. Don’t make me regret my decision. Don’t make me think I misread you.”
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He knows them so well that they end up on the same cliff, staring down the same ending, like how your eyes skip to the last panel on the page.
He thinks of the way the grass felt, swears it pulsed underneath him, pushing a weak, fizzing body into his arms. Love received, love rejected. Corpses reanimated or scrapped from the series.
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This was Hyunjin’s world. Yeah, Chan and Jisung lived there too, but it was easy to see why Hyunjin was the so-called “golden boy.” He looked like a caricature of the type of person who might live in a house like this, with its sloping lawns, thick woods at the edges, and scattering of weird little sculptures all throughout.
“I guess I can’t kiss you with this on my tongue huh,” Changbin commented. Cheesy and out of place, but it made Hyunjin’s pristine features wrinkle into the most beautiful smile,
“No, you can’t.”
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Changbin visits his boyfriend Hyunjin's idyllic family estate and the lovers drop acid under the supervision of Hyunjin's two brothers, Jisung and Chan. Over the course of the day, it becomes clear that something much darker is hiding within Hyunjin's seemingly perfect family.
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06 Jul 2026
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THROWBACK TO ANOTHER FANDOM! Still hits 6 yrs later, miss u Eli
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“Mom’s really ticked off,” Gerard said. Frank held his breath. “I guess she thinks we made you do it or something.”
He sounded put-upon, mopey, as if Frank had done something to him.
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While his mom cares for her dying father in Rochester, Frank
is trapped withstays with the Ways for the summer. On a drunk Sunday spent dicking around the woods, Frank breaks his arm. Mikey and Gerard take shifts watching him while he recovers.Bookmarked by highexplosivelight
06 Jul 2026
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Hot in the chest, burning, and Bibi’s hedgehog face screwed tight as though beneath its metal burden, chains fine as fishing line jingling between brow and lobe, oh Bibi, you’d love me to hurt you: and the pale eyes flared open like two white arcs igniting.
Bibi goads Tess past the breaking point.
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18 Jun 2026
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Frank gagged again, his throat and stomach making a wet and dirty noise, and on the next one Gerard felt bile well up against his fingertips before Frank swallowed it back down. “The point is to fuckin’ throw up, Frankie.”
Frank shoved at his wrist and Gerard pulled it out, just so he could talk, smearing more spit and the taste of Frank’s sickness against his chin. “Asshole. I'm trying to hold off for you— don’t you want me puking on your fuckin’ cock?”
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After a show, Gerard offers to take Frank's makeup off— the hard, and messy, way.
Written to fulfill the prompt "Deepthroating" for Day 23 of 2023's Kinktober challengeSeries
- Part 14 of Kinktober 2023
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A line drawn in the sand Gerard knows will be crossed, just for him to draw another, until they’ve reached the edge of the cliff and go tumbling off, hand in hand.
i have brain worms, here’s frank in a shock collar
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- Part 1 of im sorry johnny knoxville