filthy as the ace of spades

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 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!

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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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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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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Christmas retail hours SUCK. I possibly made a mix for 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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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 azrabel!
Frank's so fucking freaky he's potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.

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