seriously, just. WHAT.

[schmerica]

My non-bandom darlings -- you know I love you and respect your choices of fandoms and lack on interest in mine completely, right? But oh, man. Jesus fucking Christ, you guys. I AM RUINED FOREVER FOR ALL OTHER FANDOMS, I swear. In the future I will look at fandoms and be like "Yeah, it's interesting and seems awesome! But do you have a BSO who sucks cock? On a ten-dollar bet? While his girlfriend watches? With a dude who talks in public about how they share an affinity for big black dildos?? No? WELL THEN I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO KEEP ON WALKING, THEN."

[Edited to add: yes, there used to be a link in the above paragraph. No, there isn't now. Sorry for the inconvience.]

In other bandom news, xanphibian wrote the most hilarious My Chemical Romance gangbang fic in the history of the world. \o/

I have so much packing to do today! Bleh. All I want to do is make stupid offensive macros at blondiusmaximus and talk about porn with you guys. Is that so much to ask?

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[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ahahahaha. GOOD LUCK.

Shower sex is actually on my short list of things I just find weirdly unsexy. I don't know why!

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

It's so inherently awkward! Also fraught with peril! But, like. Otherwise the sheets are going to get trashed, and neither one of them are good enough at doing laundry to slip that under Ma Way's radar. So mostly it just devolves into Gerard finger-fucking her and grinding up against her hip as he tries not to jar his knees on the porcelain and her coming so hard that she totally doesn't notice that she's banged her head against the tile.

I mean.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha. Your resistance lasted SO LONG!

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

I know! /o\

Also, for the record, I am totally not usually this reprehensible.

Well, okay. That is a lie. But usually I don't spring my A-game filth until I've known someone for at least a week. I must just like you an extra special amount?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Heee. To be fair, you seem to have met me on a peak week for me as well! There are times I go weeks without talking about incest fic, I swear.

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

I blame the holidays. Clearly talking about how Gerard takes it upon himself to teach Mikey how to do breast exams by sitting behind her on her bed and very intently feeling her up in the proscribed manner and then in a very unorthodox manner indeed is the appropriate way to act out on Holiday trauma. Or something.

And funny, me too! I swear.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

very intently feeling her up in the proscribed manner

YOUR BRAIN IS MAKING ME RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY. NOT AS HAPPY AS COCKSUCKING FRANK BUT CLOSE.

Now tell me more about Mikey spying on Gerard jerking off.

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

See, the thing is that at first Gerard tries to pretend that it isn't a big deal. He just touches Mikey as much as he'll let himself, as much as he tells himself she wants him, and laughs when she turns around, pushes her hands gently back into her lap and holds them there until her fingers stop twitching and twisting in his. (He loves her hands, he really fucking does, only a little smaller than his and thicker through the knuckles, hands that can do things, and God, the thinks he'd like them to do-)

But when she's upstairs doing homework or gone down to the record store to molest the vinyl she can't afford to buy he curls up on her bed and hides his face in her pillow, pushing his palm against the sheet like he'll be able to feel the impression that her body left, the bumps between her ribs and the way the line of her body from her armpit to her hip is an inch and a half longer on the left than on the right.

Mikey doesn't even realize that he's jerking off when she walks in the first time, not until she bangs the door and he almost falls off her bed, one hand down the front of his sweats and the other holding her pillow crushed up against his face. He plays it off, babbling high and desperate and looking at her with such miserable fucking guilt on his face that she can't bring herself to say what she wants to. To touch his wrist and bump her hip up against his, to push lip against lip so she can feel the exact moment when he comes.

I mean.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*sighs happily*

I was thinking more along the lines of 13-year-old Mikey walking into the basement unexpectedly while Gerard is curled almost all the way in on himself, jacking off all furtive and desperate to something on the computer she can't see. And obviously she's had sex ed and everything, but this is the first time she's ever seen anything like that, the first time she's seen a dick. And of course she blushes and apologizes and closes the door behind her as soon as it happens, but later by herself she can't help thinking about it, over and over, those couple of seconds she saw in her mind. Gerard has a dick. He jerks off. She wonders if he does that a lot.

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

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I am not the only person who has gone there (http://community.livejournal.com/two_way_street/3904.html) now!

\o/

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

MORE PEOPLE SHOULD GO THERE, IS WHAT I FEEL.

Last night when I was falling asleep I was trying to figure out how a girl!Mikey/Gerard/Frank threesome would work. Frank would have to not know they were siblings, to begin with, meet one of them somehow and then the other as their boyfriend/girlfriend. And then there will be cocksucking! And Gerard sitting back against the headboard, holding Mikey as she lies back on him as Frank fucks her. Yep.

And, uh, then eventually Frank would find out the truth. Eep.

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

Mikey is an intern at Eyeball! Frank is, like. Barely 20 and in a baaaand! They hook up in a bathroom. Mikey talks about Gerard constantly but by now she's used to never, ever calling him her brother in public so Frank just assumes that he's her boyfriend and hopes to God that he's not big enough to beat him up for banging his girlfriend in the shitty bathroom at the Eyeball house.

It turns out that Gerard is totally not, obviously, and Mikey waits until both of them are falling down drunk and Frank's so high he can't stop giggling before goading them into kissing. Gerard's hesitant at first, keeps looking over at Mikey with wide eyes and his lips pressed thin, but eventually he snakes his fingers through (around) Frank's dreads and just pulls him in, and Frank doesn't even remember that Mikey's there - Gerard can kiss, fuck, like a freight train of sensation, all overwhelming and shit - until Gerard groans into his mouth and shifts a little and Frank realizes that Mikey's got her hand down the front of his pants and is grinding on the bed, watching them with bite-swollen lips and flushed cheeks. And when he looks up at Gerard, who's all heavy-lidded and slick-lipped, gasping softly as Mikey palms his balls and pushes her fingertips up hard behind them, he realizes that they look almost exactly the same.

Which, whoa.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

It's not like it makes him think anything except, like, "HA, narcissists" or wondering if people start to look alike after a while like people or their dogs, but it's ... a weird thing in the back of his head.

And Mikey's whispering something in Gerard's ear, and Frank really wants to know what it is that makes Gerard blush and say "But Mikey" in this low voice before he turns his head and kisses her.

Frank watches that, them making out, deep and full of tongue, and no one's touching him so he has to reach down and fondle himself, pressing hard against his own erection while Gerard's hands ruck up Mikey's shirt, showing off her small pointy breasts.