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release-the-mccracken · 2 years ago

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Masterlist of fics

An updated list of all the fics I've written for bandom so far

Tip Me Over; I Like All Types Of Pressure

"Ryan doesn't see things the way other people do. He's different," Brendon had rambled drunkenly to Gabe one night. And despite all the alcohol in his system, Brendon had been right. When others looked at Gabe, they saw an overly confident flirt. A top who liked to take control and dominate his partners. But that's not how Ryan saw him.

Tonight Give Me Everything Tonight

Pete never considered himself to be someone with a size kink. All of his partners tended to be bigger than him, but that was just a coincidence-or so he thought.

Just Like Holy Mary

Bert had asked plenty of stupid questions before, sometimes there was just no filter between his mind and his mouth. Though, his stupid questions didn't usually end with Jepha in his bed.

A Waste Of Blood And Sweat

Everyone has rituals for after a show, maybe Anthony's is just a bit different from everybody else's.

Starry-Eyed Child

Bert and Quinn finally get to spend some time alone together.

I'm Melting In Your Eyes (Like My First Time)

Bert was used to having sex, it was an act of rebellion after being raised in a Mormon household. However, sex with a bandmate who was also a guy was pretty new for him.

You Could Cause You Can So You Do

Jon knew that people looked at him differently than they looked at the rest of his band. He'd always been a bit rougher, a bit more masculine, a bit less "pretty." And yet, he was the only one Gerard was looking at.

Ready For The Boom

Fall Out Boy decide to give each other a hand and they all have their first circle jerk.

It's Cuffing Season

The thing about Vinny was that he’d never really thought about his height until he met Justin Morrow. He’d always been aware he was shorter than most other guys, sure. When it came to his band, he was even shorter. But when Justin had stumbled into his life, he was very aware of their size difference. Normally, he’d be a bit embarrassed when another man towered over him, but it was nothing short of exciting when it was Justin.

I Was Young And A Menace

Pete knew better than to trust Gabe's surprises. Yet he found himself tied down to the bed with a gag and a blindfold on anyway.

And They Called It Puppy Love

As Gabe grew up and got older, he started to have better control over himself and his instincts. Now, whether he wanted to control them or not was a very different story.

Little Bit Of Poison In Me (I Can Taste Your Flesh In My Teeth)

Pete always believed that he could protect himself, but William Beckett was intent on putting that to the test.

Sending My Love From The Other Side

A collection of ficlets completed, each chapter is titled.

Young Lovers (And They Are Not Sleeping)

It was surprisingly easy to find the man who turned him, but Pete never could've imagined what he'd walk into when he finally found him.

If You Were Church

Pete platonically blows Patrick to help him relieve some stress.

Toy Diamond Ring Stuck On Her Finger

Gabe and William are best friends who just so happen to fuck sometimes.

I Missed Your Skin When You Were East

Things weren't normally so rough between them, but Ryan was quickly finding out that he didn't mind it. (Spencer x Ryan)

I Can See Your Halo, Pray It Don't Fade Away

"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."

Touched For The Very First Time

Pete gives Ryan his first blowjob.

December Was The Warmest Month

“Are you still okay?” Brent’s words cut through the thick smoke that felt like it was clouding up Ryan’s mind. It helped bring him back to the moment, giving him something to focus on. He felt himself nodding, but his body felt weird. He felt too heavy, his movements feeling slower than normal and as though it took more effort to simply nod. Brent’s fingers still rubbed his side, mindlessly tracing small circles there.

Now He Got Me On A Leash 'Cause We Said No Strings

Adam riding Gerard and Gerard using his mic cord like a leash.

As Fresh As A Bright Blue Sky

Pete wasn’t exactly sure how he found himself in this situation. Straddling Patrick in the back of the van, Patrick’s back against the seat to keep himself sat up and his hands all over Pete. He’d always found Patrick attractive, sure. With those big eyes and soft hair, how could he not? He just never expected anything to actually come from those feelings, especially not something so receptive. Normally, he’d question and second-guess himself whenever anything too good started to happen for him, but it was hard to think with Patrick touching him.

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Just A Bit Of Your Time

Everyone gets lonely after a bit of time on tour, Frank decides to remedy that by keeping Matt company.

Can't Help It If There's No One Else

“I’m gonna do my best,” Adam promised and it earned a gentle kiss from Mike. Adam could taste peach rings when he kissed him, smiling into the kiss a bit. Everything was working to remind him that this was still just Mike. The same Mike he played video games with and made fun of, the one he goofed off with all the time and the same one who he had trusted with all of his secrets. He didn’t need to worry.

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release-the-mccracken · 2 years ago

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please write more bert x quinn bottom bert pleaseeeee

Sure thing! Here ya go

I'm Melting In Your Eyes (Like My First Time)

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Bert McCracken x Quinn Allman

Warnings: Drug use, high sex, drunk sex, loss of virginity, anal sex, bottom Bert, top Quinn, blow jobs, rough sex, unsafe sex, outdoor sex, creampie, dirty talk (kinda)

Words: 3,521

Ao3 link or read below the cut. <3

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.

“Just let me do this,” Quinn mumbled out and Bert wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was, but he made no moves to stop the other. Bert could feel himself nodding even though he didn’t feel like he was even in his body anymore. The next thing he knew, Quinn was pulling his boxers down his hips and grasping onto his thin waist. Bert had always been insecure about how he looked, always a bit too skinny and a bit too sharp. But now, Quinn was stroking over his skin like he was perfect. “Fuck. You feel like a girl,” Quinn laughed and Bert felt his mouth go bitter. Of course, it wasn’t gay if you told your bandmate he felt like a girl before shoving your cock into him. Bert knew that was unfair. Quinn wasn’t like that. He’d never cared if something was gay or straight, he was just himself. Bert knew that deep down.

“So do you,” Bert breathed out, hands moving up to find Quinn’s soft face. His fingers stroked over the shaved skin there, petting at the baby soft hairs that were beginning to grow back in. Quinn laughed again, soft and airy in his throat as he lined his cock up. It felt gross, wet and spongy despite being hard. Bert didn’t know what it was covered in, but it was tacky and viscous all at once. Maybe a strange mix of saliva, precum, and the cheap travel-sized body lotion the motel left on the counter. “Do it,” Bert wasn’t sure if his words sounded more like a dare or permission, but Quinn seemed to take it as a promise instead. He pressed forward quickly and surely, pushing himself inside slowly but steadily. It seemed to be never ending and Bert breathed a bit harder.

“Jesus Christ,” Quinn breathed once he bottomed out, sounding choked up already. Bert briefly wondered if this was the first time Quinn had ever fucked somebody before, but he didn’t bother asking. It didn’t matter much either way, he figured. If he was a little more sober, Bert would’ve felt embarrassed by the noise that left his own throat at the full feeling. He couldn’t lie and say he’d never gotten curious about his own ass, but a finger up there felt a whole lot different than Quinn’s entire cock. Still, he only adjusted to it for less than a minute before he whispered at Quinn to move. The blonde haired man didn’t need any extra encouragement before he began moving. “You feel so fucking good around me,” He whispered close to Bert’s neck, seeming to be in awe of everything happening.

Bert didn’t say much else, occasionally having a soft noise forced out of him by the force of Quinn’s thrusting. Above him, Quinn made all kinds of noises. Loud and uninhibited, and Bert wondered if he always sounded like this or if being high made him louder. In fairness, Quinn was usually high anyway so that might skew the perception of what was ‘normal’ behavior for him. Bert was happy that Jepha had already passed out and that Branden slept like the dead once he was asleep. He wasn’t sure how he’d explain Quinn pounding him into the mattress or risk them hearing the breathy noises he himself was beginning to let out as Quinn hit his prostate.

“Oh, fuck. Bert,” Quinn groaned after some amount of time. Bert’s perception of time felt so fucked up while he was high, every minute simultaneously feeling like seconds and hours. But at least the drugs made his entire body completely relaxed and pleasure felt even more intense like this. Quinn buried his face into where Bert’s shoulder met his neck and Bert slid his hand up the nape of Quinn’s neck, burying his fingers deep into his hair. “It’s so tight. I’m gonna-” Quinn cut himself off, groaning quietly. He was barely pulling himself out each time he moved, simply jackrabbiting his hips into the other man. He was nearly delirious with how good Bert felt around him.

“You wanna come inside me? Know you do, Quinny. Come on,” Bert breathed out, gripping onto blonde hair a little tighter. He reveled in the way Quinn gasped and seized up, hips stuttering as he finally emptied himself inside of Bert. “There we go,” Bert laughed out a bit too harshly, patting Quinn on the back. He smiled as he heard Quinn panting and whining against the curve of his neck. His fingers pushed up into the back of sweaty blonde hair, cupping the back of his head. “Good job,” He pressed a small kiss to Quinn’s temple and finally began drifting off beneath him.

It started happening more and more after that night. Despite neither of them remembering completely, they both remembered enough that it continued to happen. The first time they did it sober, they were spending the weekend at Bert’s childhood home. It seemed like the best idea ever when Bert snuck into his bedroom where Quinn was lying down, whispering for him to come outside with him. Bert’s parents would kill him if they caught him with a guy, especially underneath their roof, and there were too many people who might wake up if they risked messing around in the house.

Bert felt like he was a teenager again, but getting to have normal teenager experiences for the first time. It felt like he was back to sixteen with how carefree and excited he felt as he snuck out of the house, Quinn following close behind him. They were both laughing as they ran down the small concrete path that led to the forest behind the house. When they were far enough into the woods to not have to worry about being caught, Bert was turning around so abruptly that Quinn was crashing into him. He seemed to anticipate this, grabbing onto Quinn to keep them from knocking their heads into each other.

Quinn didn’t have time to catch up to what was happening before Bert was kissing him. It was rough and messy, and neither could keep themselves from laughing against one another. It felt ridiculous to be fully grown men and to still be sneaking off into the forest to mess around. Quinn couldn’t deny the feeling of butterflies beginning to flutter in his stomach, feeling nervous in a way he hadn’t in a while. For a while, they just stood there and kissed before lowering themselves onto the ground. Bert settled down onto his back, ignoring the wetness spreading over his back due to the grass being dewy. Boxers were easily worked off and Bert pressed a small packet of lube into Quinn’s hand.

“You brought that to your parents’ house?” Quinn teased, taking the packet and beginning to stroke himself with his other hand. It felt weird to jerk off in the middle of the dark forest, kneeling in between Bert’s legs. But he was able to get over how strange it seemed pretty easily, smiling a bit as he watched Bert reaching down to jack himself off shamelessly. That was one thing that he’d quickly learned about Bert. The man had absolutely no shame, especially when it came to sex.

“What can I say? I always wanted a pretty boy to fuck me here,” Bert was grinning up at him, showing far too many teeth. It was intoxicating, contagious like a disease and Quinn found himself grinning back. He didn’t know when his heart had started skipping beats when he looked at Bert, but that was now a thing that happened. “Kinda fantasy fulfillment. Hurry up and stick it in me,” And who was Quinn to argue with that? He helped Bert flip over onto his stomach and he luckily turned without fussing about it. It was awkward trying to get in the right position and they were both laughing by the time they got it just right. But both their laughs died off into moans when Quinn finally got his cock slicked up and began pushing inside of the dark haired man.

“Fuck. You always feel so good,” Quinn managed to say, feeling like he was choking on his own words as he tried to give Bert time to adjust. He’d never had anything up his own ass, but he figured it would be uncomfortable and he’d appreciate getting some time to get used to the feeling. It took all of his willpower to not just start thrusting as soon as he was inside. He hadn’t hooked up a lot in his life, but Bert was by far the best he’d ever had. It was almost painfully tight and burning hot, slicked perfectly by the lube he’d used. “Just let me know when you’re ready for me to start moving,” Quinn murmured out after a few seconds, pressing a kiss to one of Bert’s grass-stained shoulders.

“How are you so fucking long? Feels like you’re playing in my intestines,” Bert rambled off as his body tried to adjust to the feeling of being so full when he was sober. It was a weird feeling, not quite painful, just an uncomfortable and unfamiliar sensation. Maybe it would be easier if Quinn had a smaller cock, but he wasn’t about to complain about the guy he was fucking having a big dick. Quinn himself grimaced a bit at the words, trying to ignore the mental image. “Get your ass moving,” That was the distraction Quinn needed and he didn’t need to be told twice. His hips pulled out slowly, leaving only the head of his cock inside before he shoved back inside roughly. “Fuck, Allman!” Quinn would’ve been concerned at that if Bert hadn’t moaned half of his name out.

“You feel perfect, baby. Perfect little hole for me to fuck,” Quinn murmured out, voice just loud enough for Bert to hear. The words were messing with him more than he wanted to admit. Quinn didn’t usually talk like this, but it was certainly a pleasant change. Sooner than he anticipated, he was pressing a hand back between his thighs and wrapping his fingers around himself. Quinn’s words and movements were quickly making him needy, groaning as he started stroking himself. He tried to match the pace of Quinn’s thrusts, but their movements were always slightly off. Though, he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. “You’re perfect,” The words felt softer than the previous ones had been, less focused on sex and more on themselves, but neither were ready to look too deeply into that.

“Keep going, baby. You feel perfect. Aim a little higher,” Bert rambled out a mess of praises and demands, sounding more desperate as time ticked on. Quinn could understand why. Not only did it feel good, but fucking Bert in the dirt and grass made things feel more primal. More right. It seemed like the only thing that mattered was them. Quinn followed every request as they were given, angling his hips up a bit and yanking Bert back against him harder. Bert gasped out his name as he did so, making Quinn smile and move faster. “Just like that,” He encouraged and Quinn couldn’t keep his eyes open, focusing on the increasingly loud sounds Bert was making and keeping his pace steady.

It felt like hours passed them by like that. Quinn managed to keep up a good rhythm, holding off his own orgasm until Bert finished first. He knew it wouldn’t be much longer, hearing Bert’s hand sounding slicker against himself as he leaked more precum. As odd as it sounded, Quinn knew what noises Bert made when he got closer to finishing. After enough nights of Bert thinking everyone was asleep and some days of him just being fucked up enough to not care who was awake, Quinn could recognize what every sound coming from Bert meant.

He smiled when he was proven right. After a few more thrusts, Bert was letting out a quiet gasp of Quinn’s name and painting the wet grass beneath him. Quinn pressed a kiss to one of the man’s shoulders, burying his face into his sweaty skin as he continued. His hands readjusted on Bert to give himself more leverage. He knew Bert would get oversensitive really quickly and he wanted to finish before that happened. His thrusts were far more shallow now, barely pulling out an inch before he was fucking back into him. It wouldn’t be much longer before he came as well, already feeling so close to getting off and Bert clenching tighter around him made it even easier. Quinn didn’t make many noises when he got off, but he let out a shaky exhale as his movements faltered and he came inside of Bert.

He felt weightless as he slumped down against Bert’s skin a bit, trying to catch his breath and recover. They were both panting together in the grass, the night air a bit chilly now that their skin was so warm and sweating. But neither of them minded. It took all that was in them to not fall asleep there, but Bert knew his parents would freak if they’d seemingly disappeared into the night and they’d lose their minds even more if they found them all tangled together outside. Bert smiled into the dirt, satisfied that he’d gotten what he’d always wanted. He couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone besides Quinn as cheesy as that sounded; he knew it’d always be the most fun with Quinn.

The next time they found themselves in a similar situation, it was far less romantic. Both of them were laughing outside of their bus, nighttime surrounding them. They’d been drinking and smoking all night, and it was all finally catching up to them. Bert knew he was properly messed up when he listened to Quinn laughing and he felt his heart racing pleasantly in response. He managed to keep his thoughts to himself, but he furrowed his eyebrows when Quinn pulled him closer and smiled brightly. It didn’t last very long before Quinn’s hand was pushing him towards the ground.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna suck your cock?” Bert had laughed when Quinn shoved him down to his knees. His words were more to argue rather than to genuinely say no. He knew if he actually didn’t want to do this, he could just stand up and tell Quinn to fuck off. The bite of his words were mostly from anxiousness, he’d never sucked a guy off before and he really hadn’t planned on it tonight either. “I’m not your fucking girlfriend,” He huffed out dramatically as Quinn shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs enough to stroke his cock. Somehow, he looked even bigger when Bert was facing him like this, focused completely in on the other man’s dick in front of him.

“You’re pretty enough to be. Just open,” Quinn muttered and maybe Bert was just a sucker for praise. His mouth opened reluctantly before he could even stop it from happening, leaning and leaning until the head slipped inside. It was weird and gross, and nothing like anything Bert had ever done before. He licked at the head awkwardly, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. He tried to think about what he liked when he was having someone go down on him and tried to repeat that on Quinn. “Fuck, yeah. You’re doing really good,” Quinn murmured out. Bert knew it was mostly being fucked up that was clouding Quinn’s judgment, making everything feel ten times better. Maybe he just didn’t get his dick sucked a lot and anything would feel good to him. Bert decided he found it very endearing.

The minutes felt like hours as Bert bobbed his head slowly, trying to ease himself into the feeling. Quinn luckily wasn’t pushy, didn’t grab at Bert’s head or thrust his hips up. His fingers simply slipped into greasy hair, giving himself something to hold onto rather than pushing at him. He was louder when he was high than when he was sober, breathy gasps and quiet moans pulling themselves free from his throat whenever Bert moved in a pleasurable way. It was encouraging for the man on his knees, making him feel like he was doing something right and spurring him to continue. When he was high, his mind latched onto something and refused to let go of it. And right now, Bert was fully focused on trying to get Quinn to come like this and to prove that he was good at giving head after all.

Precum tasted gross every time more leaked out, but the alcohol in Bert’s body numbed him to the taste. It made it more tolerable and let him focus on drawing more sounds out of the blonde haired man. He sucked a bit harder, focusing on the head of Quinn’s cock. He’d always loved playing with his own when he got off, so he figured it was safe to assume Quinn would like it too. He ended up being right, Quinn whining and rocking his hips up a bit at the feeling. He shouldn’t be as obsessed with Quinn’s noises as he was, but he felt proud that he was the one causing him to make those sounds. It was an odd sense of accomplishment rising up in his chest.

He was finally getting into it, but his jaw was beginning to ache. Bert was used to screaming, to laughing, to grinning like a lunatic. He wasn’t used to having someone’s cock in his mouth while he sucked them off, though. It was leaving an odd sense of soreness that he was sure would only be worse in the morning. For a moment, he began to pull away from Quinn. Before he could get too far, Quinn’s fingers tangled tighter into his hair and kept him pressed down against him. Bert felt panic rising up in his chest, but a few moments of Quinn rocking up into him softly, warmth and bitterness was filling his mouth. It was thick and slimy, and easily the grossest thing Bert ever experienced.

Bert held it in his mouth, feeling like he might puke if he tried to swallow it. And the last thing he wanted was to puke out a mess of alcohol and Quinn’s come. He climbed to his feet off of the dirt and his knees hurt a bit from being pressed into the hard ground for so long. Quinn was grinning at him, seeming blissed out and endeared by Bert. He figured it was easy for Quinn to feel giddy and happy when he’d just gotten off. It irritated him a little bit, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel genuinely angry at the other man. He’d never been good at staying mad at him for very long.

Quinn tried to kiss him, wet and open-mouthed, but Bert caught his chin between his fingers before he could. He was grinning as he spit Quinn’s own come back into his mouth, pushing away from him and heading back to their bus before Quinn’s mind could catch up to what was going on. He felt proud of himself, so much so that he couldn’t even hear what Quinn was yelling at him. For a few hours after, Quinn would sulk around and be pissed off about what happened. But after a while, he’d finally crawl into bed with Bert and pretend that nothing had even happened. And Bert wanted to laugh, wasn’t that just a perfect summary of their entire relationship?

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