Except the vertical one, which gapes and bleeds and smears Conor’s chest with blood when he leans forward, heavy against John’s legs, and pushes in, hard, fast, and then they’re fucking, finally, and it burns and aches and John can feel his chest tighten and sting, but he’s got Conor’s skin under his nails, red flecked through his face, his hair, on his chest like warpaint and as he twists, arches, comes hard against his own stomach, he thinks there’s nothing, there can be nothing like this in the world
thank you. thank you so very much. i give you my babies. or you know, whatever you want.
Aww. But. Fine. *stop lurking around alleys behind Boots stores*
I know nothing about Conor, but mumblemutter decided he was a serial killer and I've always thought John Nolan had the look of a man with bodies under his patio, so this fic was born.
It's waiting in the mod queue over at takebackfiction *taps foot impatiently*
so. I read the beginning of this before and I believe I said it then but JESUS CHRIST WOMAN. I am a whore for blood and violence and you just make me squirm with delight.
Outside, the sky opens. The raindrops hit the roof with a noise like bullets, and the earth drinks as eagerly as if it were blood.
and gahhhh. I can't even describe to you the degrees of perfection that are that sentence. it gave me chills I tell you. Chills.
hey, how do they know if they’re facing up? What if a whole bunch of them just dug deeper?
This beats everything. I'm seriously starting to think about you, hun, lol. It was so brilliant to see how you thought about every little detail with such a cold detachment. I loved it!
And yes, Conor!psycho is LOVE (God, how I would fuck him).
... this fic reminded me that, yes, I should finish a long time started fic on the same note.
Lol, no. I meant only about the fic's theme. I have a psycho John 5/Twiggy fic :). But I can't seem to finish it (especially after I told sis what's all about *wide grin*).
Holy hell. That was just...wow. Like Chuck Palahniuk, only not shitty and repetitive. I wish I could think of something better to say, but I'm a bit floored at the moment.
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thank you. thank you so very much. i give you my babies. or you know, whatever you want.
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I'd settle for a hooker AU :P
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the hooker AU UM. yes. *shifty eyes*
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I know nothing about Conor, but mumblemutter decided he was a serial killer and I've always thought John Nolan had the look of a man with bodies under his patio, so this fic was born.
It's waiting in the mod queue over at takebackfiction *taps foot impatiently*
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Outside, the sky opens. The raindrops hit the roof with a noise like bullets, and the earth drinks as eagerly as if it were blood.
and gahhhh. I can't even describe to you the degrees of perfection that are that sentence. it gave me chills I tell you. Chills.
so. um. I liked it?
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...um. Did I say that out loud?
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at least we're not out there killing people for real. ^_~
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This beats everything. I'm seriously starting to think about you, hun, lol. It was so brilliant to see how you thought about every little detail with such a cold detachment. I loved it!
And yes, Conor!psycho is LOVE (God, how I would fuck him).
... this fic reminded me that, yes, I should finish a long time started fic on the same note.
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You have a psycho!Conor fic, too? :D Me, you and mumblemutter need to get together and set him off. Team Psycho, anyone?
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