Anonymous asked: Do you have any favourite BDSM fics?
Anonymous asked: Besides the ones you posted, do you have any other spanking fics?
Childlike in Nature by ballato
Anonymous asked: Have you got any good spanking fics?
http://silentdescant.livejournal.com/303431.html this is my all time favorite
Anonymous asked: I'm looking for a priest!Gerard fic where Frank goes into confessions in a nun's habit and starts fingering himself and convinces Gerard to have sex with him in the confessions booth. I'm sure I found it on here not too long ago but I looked through the tags and now I can't find it again.
Anonymous asked: do you know a fic where gerard keeps walking in on frank jerking off? i cant remember much but they had been friends when they were little but then had a fight and became friends again in highschool or something
I think that’s it?
Frank/Gerard, R, 218,968 words
Summary: The boy you see is a reflection. He is everything you always wanted to be. Beautiful. Graceful. On angel’s wings.
He is everything you never wanted to be. In the spotlight, it burns. Desperate. Dying from sin.
When he is on the stage, under blinding lights and the film of his own shame, he glitters. Brighter than any jewel you’ve ever seen.
He is a river. His skin reflects your sins, the guilt that radiates from your very face. It is the stained glass which you always found so mesmerizing. He is the river, and this is the song he sings.
The boy is a reflection, and he is singing your song.
Anonymous asked: How do you feel now that we know Frerard is real? Or.. was real, at least.
We don’t know for sure that it was real. True, Gerard said that he never acted on stage, but when you’re on stage performing music, you can just get caught up in the heat of the moment and do things that, while they aren’t acting at the time of you doing them, aren’t your true feelings when you’re yourself. Maybe they were attracted to each other, maybe it was just a “heat of the moment” thing that only happened on stage. We may never know. -Sam
Frank/Gerard, R, 76,752 words
Summary: Frankie is alone. So alone, that he invented a little game. It’s called Be Invisible, the objection being that you become invisible to everyone. Even yourself.
There are rules. He made them up. Here are the rules of Being Invisible. Rule #1: you can’t be a fatty. Rule #2: don’t talk. And most importantly, Rule #3: never ever argue. Because arguing just gets you in deeper shit than you were in before.
I mean, what’s the point of standing out? It will always just come back to bite you in the ass.
Anonymous asked: do you know any fics that are kind of like anatomy of the fall??
Dude, I wish I knew, anyone else know?
Anonymous asked: Gerard's tweet about shoving scorpions up his ass during the recording of TBP made me think of a certain fic I haven't read in years... Gerard is tracking vocals for WTTBP and he does take after take but is never satisfied. It's not intense enough, I think. So he sends everyone home but stays in the studio alone to continue, but Frank stays behind to listen, I think, and he ends up fucking Gerard while he's singing and that becomes the take they used in the record. Can you help me find it?
I don’t know any, could someone help us?
Frank/Gerard, NC-17, 1,354 words
Summary: Frank wants pancakes. Gerard gets in his way.
bodysnatchers-4-ever asked: for the anon who wondered about the fic with frank getting into fights and gerard trying to beat his alcoholism, i'm pretty sure it's 'kids like us don't get forgiven' by my99centdreams on ao3 ---> archiveofourown[.]org/works/585398
Anonymous asked: Hey ! =) For the robot anon, I think the fic is In Repair, by autoschediastic. It's on AO3 : archiveofourown[.]org/works/504147
Anonymous asked: Just wondering if you knew of the fic where Frank is in high school and Gerard is either in college or graduated HS and working, and Frank gets in fights constantly (kind of like a form of self-harm, I guess) and Gerard is trying to beat his alcoholism. They're in a relationship and try to support each other and it's just really bittersweet and sad and beautifully written. I desperately want to find it again but ugh, I don't have a clue what it was called.
I don’t have a clue