blue_soaring: (frank // yeah huh)
Give the dog a bone
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~6200 words. Puppyplay.
Gerard arfs in agreement before he grins up at Frank. "Pet me, motherfucker, I'm a good dog."


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blue_soaring: (frank/gerard // in repair)
In Repair
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~33,000 words. Underage. Robots. (But not underage robots.) Bonus delicious amazing artwork and soundtrack linked below! Written for [livejournal.com profile] bandombigbang 2012.

"Shit," Frank mutters, and shoves both hands through his hair. He looks around the kitchen like he's gonna find what he should do scratched into the old linoleum, then looks back at the bot. He gnaws on his lip. Fuck it. He already knows what he's gonna do. He's just gotta do it.

Getting down on his knees, he braces a hand on the edge of the crate and leans over the bot. It's dressed in a plain white tee and matching drawstring pants like an escaped mental patient. Frank rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, shaking the ache out of them before carefully laying his palm against its cheek. He's pretty sure his voice is steady when he says, "Activate."

Nothing happens. Fucking shitty packaging-- the thing's busted. But Frank keeps his hand where it is, jumping a little when he feels the surge of energy beneath it. The robot's skin goes from room temperature to lukewarm, then warm. Frank watches it open its eyes, the light behind them adjusting until they're a pale sort of brown. It looks at him and asks, "Am I dead?"




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Link to artwork and soundtrack post (and all the flailing) here!
blue_soaring: (gerard // hot mess)
Space Junk
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~6100 words. Consensual alien abduction, mood-altering spit, excessive amounts of spunk, and a complete lack of shame. Sequel to Got another dime for your telephone, aka, Gerard Way: Sex Alien.
"I mean," Gerard rambles on, "how was I supposed to tell him? What was I supposed to tell him? 'Hi, sweetheart, I'm here to steal you, how about a kiss'?"


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blue_soaring: (frank // knuckles)
Needed to write something quick and distracting and in no way related to BBB. Obviously, this means alien!Gerard. Duh.

Got another dime for your telephone
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~5000 words. Alcohol. Drugs. Aliens!
Totally, of course. A sex alien named Gerard dropped out of the sky to watch him jerk off. No way is his brain making this shit up.


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blue_soaring: (frank // yeah huh)
I told you.

It's tough to take a man's shovel when he really wants to dig
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~3700 words. Alcohol, drugs, watersports, sex involving all three.
If Frank concentrates, he's pretty sure he remembers Gerard saying something like that about five minutes ago. That he liked dick, he liked Frankie's dick, he kinda wants to get all up on it, hope that doesn't make shit weird.


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blue_soaring: (gerard // hot mess)
I, however, apologise for nothing. NOTHING.

A very lovely person requested MCR watersports from me about, oh, four years (months, whatever) ago, and I couldn't decide what to write, so I wrote two. It's, uh, a good thing there isn't a whole hell of a lot of this already out there?

...still not sorry.

With Apologies to Housekeeping
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. NC-17. ~4500 words. Established relationship, watersports.
"If you tickle me, I'll piss on you."

Frank says, "Kinky."


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blue_soaring: (gerard // hot mess)
Wolf-on-wolf action! says Twitter. OKAY, says Blue.

Show you what all that howl is for
My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way/Frank Iero. Hard R. ~4000 words. Werewolves.
How is Frank supposed to enjoy a good run knowing Gerard's out there pissing on his trees?


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blue_soaring: (bee // ass kicker)
When somebody wants robot porn, who am I to say no?

Click-track Heart
Real Steel. Atom/Max Kenton. NC-17. ~4000 words. Robot/boy xeno yay!
Atom hates that he has a will, but not the freedom to use it.


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blue_soaring: (frank // yeah huh)
This is for River, who doesn't care if I have a broken foot, she's going to get me to Bitchin' Party even if she has to COME GET ME HERSELF. Which... she does. Guys, she's gonna drive two and a half hours into the CANADIAN WILDERNESS (aka Vancouver) to get me to this party. MOST AMAZING. MOST GENEROUS. MOST DESERVING OF PURE UNAPOLOGETIC PORN.

You're so cute when you're slurring your speech
My Chemical Romance. Gerard/Frank. NC-17. ~8200 words. Pencey Prep days.
If this is what Frank wants, then fuck it. Just fucking fuck it. Frank can have it.


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blue_soaring: (gerard // smiles)
Just because you THINK you can write established relationship high school AU kinky tentacle porn for someone who loves established relationships and high school AUs and kinky tentacle porn TOTALLY means you absolutely should. I apologise not at all, FOR ANYTHING.

Get Naked (I Got a Plan)
My Chemical Romance. Gerard/Frank. HS AU. TENTACLES. NC-17. ~10,600 words. Most ridiculous and amazing banner by the most ridiculous and amazing @cee_m. Similarly, this fic for [personal profile] rivers_bend.
Frank slides his hand all the way up to where Gerard's arm and tentacles fuse at his armpit. The difference between the feel of one beneath his palm and the other is literally the stuff his dreams are made of. His wet dreams.




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blue_soaring: (gerard // hot mess)
Christmas retail hours SUCK. I possibly made a mix for [livejournal.com profile] rivers_bend's LBB, so then I might have made one for this, too. Maybe. Download the not-gonna-admit-to-it mixtape here or here!

Midgets and Madmen Run This Scene
My Chemical Romance. Gerard/Frank. Prison!AU. Contains scenes of violence, off-screen/aborted dubcon, drug abuse, and a ridiculous marshmallow core. NC-17. ~29,000 words.
How assholes in prison fall in love.


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blue_soaring: (gerard // hot mess)
Halloween's never really over. This is for [livejournal.com profile] rivers_bend, because her flailing moves mountains, and fangirls. (I already did this once, but she wanted it again. And again. And probably again.) ♥

crack your body crack my mind
My Chemical Romance. Gerard/Frank. AU. Xeno. NC-17. ~4500 words.
Frank only comes out when he's alone.


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blue_soaring: (frank // yeah huh)
IT'S OCTOBER. I LOVE HALLOWEEN. HAVE SOME VAMPIRE!GERARD. \o/

Black Market Blood
My Chemical Romance. Gerard/Frank. NC-17. ~17,000 words. Vampire AU. NOW WITH FANART BY THE INCREDIBLE [personal profile] azrabel!
Frank's so fucking freaky he's potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.


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blue_soaring: (tony // can't hear you)
This has been languishing on my desktop for months and months. Thank you, My Chem, for providing me with the most awesomest title ever. :D

Kiss My Battery
Iron Man (movie). Tony/Jarvis. NC-17. ~3000 words. Sorta masturbation, sorta self-cest, sorta really not.
This was the next logical step in the evolution of Iron Man, but that didn't mean he hadn't been dying to do it for years. It was one hell of a good excuse though.


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blue_soaring: (tommy // oooh)
Flick of the Wrist
Bandom. Tommy Joe Ratliff/Frank Iero (with Adam/Tommy and Gerard/Frank relationshippyness). NC-17. ~9200 words. High school AU. Missing scene/sequel-type-thing to Basement Rhapsody.
Not caring one bit about how Frank's heart is trying to break through his ribs, but apparently totally into how his dick is trying to bust out of his jeans, Tommy says, "Frank likes it."


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blue_soaring: (tommy // pretty vampy boy)
Written way too quickly as a porny timestamp to Stranger Things Never Changed My Mind for [livejournal.com profile] rivers_bend. Unf, unf, monsters.

Shadow Play
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. AU. Xeno. NC-17. ~2500 words. Timestamp to Stranger Things Never Changed My Mind.
There's a heaviness in Adam's limbs that makes this feel like a dream, heat-hazy and unreal. As unreal as the soft click of claws on tile. His eyes slip shut as he smiles. "I was wondering when you'd find me."


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blue_soaring: (adam/tommy // like rapture)
This would literally not be half the story it is without [livejournal.com profile] rivers_bend. Endless thanks to her for absolutely everything, and to @Quinn_ART and @Valress for helping me weed out the pesky typos that hide from me like ninja.

Like Saint Joe on the School Bus, at the end of this fic you'll find a download link for a pdf of the story (ePub to follow in the next few days) and a link to donate if you'd like to for any reason. I've been working on original novels for the last two years or so, dragging it out, but I've decided I'm putting one out next year, no more piddling around, because omg, can I freakin' piddle like a champ. (Unhousetrained pets have nothing on me, for serious.) You don't have to donate to download the pdf or the ePub; take it, share it, and I hope you enjoy!

In other news, I've totally found Dreamwidth's post limit. Crazy.

You Lack Integration and a Cheap Pursuit
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~60,000 words. Werewolf AU containing underage rebellion, sex, drugs, alcohol, and rock 'n roll.
Tommy has a plan. A very careful, weeks-long in development, not-so-shabby plan. The internet's pretty good for learning shit, but his mom's crazy, and disappointingly computer-savvy. Way more savvy than Tommy is. Tommy found out about the clubs through news articles, a few details through some message boards not filtered out by parental controls tighter than Fort fucking Knox, but not the real nitty-gritty stuff. Like if weres can smell how old you are.


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blue_soaring: (adam/tommy // like rapture)
From one filthy pervert to another. ♥ (Tommy, this is what happens when you post pictures of yourself taking a leak on the internet.)

Push My Button, Going Down
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~5200 words. Desperation play and intimacy kink.
It's a special kind of sleaze who gets off on something like their friend being a squirmy little shit who won't just go to the fucking bathroom already.


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blue_soaring: (adam // king of rock)
I'M GOING TO DIE LIVING WITH MY PARENTS FOR THREE WEEKS. DIE. I am woebegone and dramatic. (Blame Gerard.)

Off the Menu
Glamdom. Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff. NC-17. ~2600 words. Porny werefic coda to Skin This Cat.
It's only been a couple of weeks since Adam came snarling out of the were closet. Maybe in a few more, Tommy'll be completely used to looking down to find a snow leopard crashed in bed with him.

Maybe not.


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