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release-the-mccracken · 11 months
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Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it as dealers choice if you dare) and I'll write you a snippet! (500 words or less)
“You're so pretty when you're coming for me.”
”Let me hear you make that sound again.”
“Shh. do you want them to hear? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?”
"That's not how we ask for things, is it?"
"Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"
"Let him watch."
"Go on. Ride my thigh."
"Can you feel how much I want you?"
"I want to ruin you."
“Tell me what you imagine, when you think of me.”
“You can be rough. I can take it.”
"I wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
"I have been thinking about doing this all day."
"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here."
"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop."
"Come on, I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you."
"I've never been with someone so big before."
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
“God, you feel so good around me.” 
"You should let me ride you."
"You look so good under me."
"Please, let me touch you."
“Just sit on my fucking face already.” 
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.”
“Need a hand?” 
"I want you to come inside me this time."
"God, you're beautiful."
"Not so rough."
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puppyvenom · 1 year
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ok fine the berquinnism got to me too. inflicted
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fuckingbats · 1 year
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we as a society need to disconnect the used from mcr and view them as their OWN band with their OWN lore. besides… berquinn got even better lore and content than frerard sorry not sorry
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fangsup-cobrastyle · 10 months
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i know u made a gerbert livejournal fic masterpost, but do u know if there’s any good livejournal fics for berquinn? or any that are still accessible?
Sorry, I don't know :( I think a good place to start is looking through old bandom fanfic communities' archives (there's a bunch on LJ). Some of the archives are gonna be much better preserved than others. The way I've been working on the Gerbert masterpost is just going through communities and clicking on all the authors' names in the archive to see which ones haven't been purged. It's an annoying process unfortunately :/
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release-the-mccracken · 7 months
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They were literally girlfriend and boyfriend if you care at all
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I lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship
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release-the-mccracken · 4 months
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Gerard: If you had to choose between Bert and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you take? Quinn: That depends. How much money are we talking about? Bert: Quinn! Gerard: 62 cents. Quinn: I'll take the money. Bert: QUINN!
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release-the-mccracken · 9 months
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Bert McCracken + Being a Guy's Guy
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release-the-mccracken · 7 months
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"I keep one in the chamber, I keep one for myself. I'll keep one of your pictures, so I'll see you in Hell. I just damaged my liver. Babe, you think you can help. I keep going to liquor, you keep wishing me well."
Berquinn moodboard with themes of angst and anger <3
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Berquinn Playlist
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Bert: Quinn ended up giving me a ride up to my parents' house. It was a beautiful night. I remember the moon was out and there was something different about this person that I'd met and I knew that we were going to write beautifully together.
I take your hand, lead you out to the street. To tell you that your golden hair and pale blue eyelids make me feel like I might go wild. Cheetah print makes me a liar. So I tell you I just like you for your smile.
Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take. Every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet. Only when I stop to think about it, I hate everything about you. Why do I love you?
I promise it will be the last time, that I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night. Then I lose my shit and I slam the door. And I ask myself, "what'd I do that for?" I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive. Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine.
You got so down I couldn't get high. You make it harder and harder for me to know who I am, so this time I gotta hear it if you give a goddamn. Your violence feels like kisses to me. Your silence makes it harder to breathe.
You promise me Heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free. Oh, you're a loaded gun.
Got a girl with California eyes and I thought that she could really be the one this time. But I never got the chance to make her mine because she fell in love with little thin white lines.
I'm afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land. I've spent all of the love I saved. We were always a losing game. Small town boy in a big arcade, I got addicted to a losing game.
Come to me in the night hours. I will wait for you and I can't sleep 'cause thoughts devour. Thoughts of you consume. I can't help but love you, even though I try not to.
The past few months were pretty rough, a couple times wished we both were dead. I never cried like that before. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. Not just preparing for nightmares, but nothing feels alright now. The length of my hair or the fit of my clothes. And crying like a baby solved nothing.
This is the last time you say, after the last line you break. You say it helps you write your rhymes, whatever helps you sleep at night. You say that you love me. You won't remember in the morning. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain.
And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important. It's been long. And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston. Cars and clothes, thought I was winning. You knew I was losing. You told me to wake up, but my clock always stays on snooze.
And I can't see you here, wondering where am I. It sort of feels like I'm running out of time. I haven't found all I was hoping to find. You said you gotta be up in the morning, gonna have an early night. And you're starting to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?
You missed a lesson on looking out for yourself, may not be on the up and up, but I'm on the up and out. So take me to the far side of the beach before it falls into the ocean, before you notice I'm eroding.
Can't walk into my closet without seeing your face. 'Cause all my favorite t-shirts are all your favorite band names. You put me in a Heart-Shaped Box, now you only ever call me when you're high. You know you ruined Nevermind. Now, every song's about you in my mind. But the worst thing that you ever did? You ruined Nirvana. And I can't forgive you for that.
I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky. I wish I had a good girl to miss me. Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways. Since you've been gone, my world's been dark and grey. You reminded me of brighter days. I hoped you were coming home to stay.
Never made the wind blow, never made a heart grow. Never made a dove take flight. Never made the sun rise, still can't get my heart right. Only ever made mistakes. So I can see the sunshine, breaking through the skyline. I can feel the warmth it brings, I can't help but stop and think.
Quinn: We made a tape and I remember driving around day and night listening to that tape. And just driving up into the mountains.
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release-the-mccracken · 8 months
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Berquinn Snippet
This fic feels like it's taking forever to finish, so I figured I'd give you all a little sneak peek of it
They were barely in their twenties the first time it happened. Bert figured he would remember  that night until the day he died. It had been pretty good, they’d pulled together enough money to get a shitty motel room and dinner that night. Roaches crawled over every surface and Bert could hear a couple fighting three doors down from their room all night, but at least they had a roof over their heads. Rain drilled against the windows and the drawn curtains blocked out every amount of light. Branden and Jepha were curled up asleep in one of the beds, their breathing even and no movement coming from their side of the room. Quinn rested in bed with Bert because it seemed the most natural. 
But Bert hadn’t fallen asleep, eyes wide open as he stared at the ceiling and his mind running wild with thoughts of absolutely nothing. He’d been confused when Quinn moved over top of him, his bare skin warm and his breath reeking of the shitty beer they’d all had earlier. His hips fell open awkwardly to let Quinn settle onto him, pressing way too close. Bert didn’t shove him away, though. He simply looked up at Quinn through the darkness, body thrumming hard and definitely not sober enough to be able to keep up with what was going on. His pupils were blown wide and his body didn’t even feel like his own as Quinn leaned down to press a small kiss to his cheek a bit nervously.
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release-the-mccracken · 11 months
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#14 "If you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here." with any pairing in the used?
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In his defense, Bert was trying his best to focus. There was a soundcheck in less than two hours and he knew he couldn’t be late again. He was trying to not get distracted. That turned out to be harder than he thought it would be with Quinn kissing along his skin. It started innocently enough, didn’t it always, with just light kisses ghosting across his cheek. And then it was his chin then it was his neck. Light kisses turned into firmer ones and before Bert knew it, bites were being placed all over his skin and a hickey was being sucked into his neck. 
“Quinn,” Bert whined out, his vowels elongated in a way he only did when he was intent on being a brat. Quinn had heard that voice so many times before, but he ignored it this time. He acted as though he didn’t even hear him, continuing to lick and bite over sweaty skin. “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here. I swear to God,” Bert rambled, his mind completely disconnected from his brain now. Quinn pulled back and he quickly realized he didn’t actually want him to stop, but Quinn was grinning. A glint of something mischievous in his eyes and that was a very dangerous thing. 
Before Bert could even register what was happening, Quinn was shoving him around. He found himself face down on the couch with long hands grasping at his clothed hips and yanking them up. His head was spinning as Quinn manhandled him, being a lot rougher than he usually was. Still, it didn’t hurt. It felt good even, being roughed up and held down like this. He tried to squirm around, but Quinn had a pretty good grip on him and he could feel Quinn’s half-hard cock through his jeans every time he thrashed around under him.
"You really think that’s how this would go?” Quinn asked, close to Bert’s ear. It sent a shiver down his spine. This was filthy. Being held down and mounted like a dog, feeling Quinn’s hips rocking against him and his breath along his neck. The worst part was how it made him feel, he wanted Quinn to keep doing this to him. He didn’t even act like he was going to fight it. “You seriously think you would be the one bending me over and fucking me?” Quinn rocked his hips more firmly against him, quickly making his way to full hardness. And goddammit, Bert knew he was never going to be on time to their soundcheck.
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release-the-mccracken · 6 months
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smut dialogue prompt #3 berquinn - quinn saying that to bert please!!<33
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3-“Shh. do you want them to hear? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?”
There was no privacy, that was the biggest issue Bert had with the Warped Tour. Between their bandmates and other bands crawling around, he never got true privacy with Quinn. There wasn’t even anywhere to sneak off to away from everyone, so they had to deal with what they had. Bert had spent a lot of time pressed up against the wall of the back of the bus, past all the bunks and tucked away in the place they had the most privacy at. 
The rest of their band were off the bus for once, out socializing with everyone else. But the walls of the bus were thin and as much as they could hear people moving around outside, Bert was sure they could hear them at least partially as well. At some point, he’d decided he needed Quinn too much to care about that. He’d never cared the most about other people hearing him, but that was only doubled when it meant he had to spend time away from Quinn like this. Normally, they fucked at least once a day, unused to having to hold back.
“Shh, do you want them to hear you?” Quinn murmured from behind him and it made Bert roll his eyes. He’d like to see how quiet Quinn could be while he was getting fucked. He smiled when one of Quinn’s hands slipped to cover his mouth, though. It was something they both enjoyed, but didn’t do often enough. Usually, Quinn wanted to hear Bert’s sounds more than he wanted to cover his mouth. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Quinn asked after a moment and Bert groaned against his hand at that idea. 
Admittedly, he did think it was hot for other people to hear them. He’d want to let someone hear how good Quinn was fucking him, each sound he drew out with every rough thrust of his hips. For now, he’d settle for Quinn getting to him, although muffled. Maybe it was something they could explore another time. He didn’t think he wanted someone to actually join them, but maybe them listening in and jerking off to it. His mind couldn’t wander too much before Quinn snapped him back to reality with a particularly hard thrust. 
“I’ve missed this,” Quinn breathed out, rocking steadily into him. And that was Quinn for him, easily distracted by other things and sickly sweet when he wanted to be. It was precisely why Bert loved him. That and the fact nobody fucked him the way Quinn did. It was like their bodies just knew each other. Each thrust was perfect, sliding against his prostate just right and driving him closer to the edge. With how pent up they both were, he knew it wouldn’t last very long for either of them, but they definitely had something to talk about afterwards.
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release-the-mccracken · 8 months
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And it's all in how you mix the two and it starts just where the light exists. It's a feeling that you cannot miss and it burns a hole through everyone that feels it. By the way your hands were shaking, rather waste some time with you.
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release-the-mccracken · 8 months
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Bert: How much did you spend on this date? Quinn: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years.
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