filthy as the ace of spades

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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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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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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This would literally not be half the story it is without 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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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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