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Waycest Is the Grossest Thing on the Internet

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By Dan Ozzi

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Kids who listen to goth rock are weird. Like, really, really fucking weird. This has already been established in our look at AFI erotic fan fiction. But Waycest is something else entirely.

If you’ve never heard of Waycest, pat yourself on the back for being unfamiliar with an incredibly perverted corner of the internet, even by internet standards. In a nutshell, Waycest is the name for the incestuous sexual relationship between Mikey Way and Gerard Way, the two brothers from My Chemical Romance, as imagined by fanboys and fangirls of the band. Hence the name: “Way” + “[holy Lord why would you fantasize about] incest[?]” = “Waycest”.

If you’re still trying to wrap your brain around why a person would listen to My Chemical Romance in the first place, let alone picture two of the members fraternally buttfucking, don’t bother. It’s an incredibly bizarre black hole of the internet and once you fall down it, you may never come back. It takes fandom to such a ridiculous level that it’s a line most diehard fans won’t even cross. Cassie Whitt is the surprisingly rational moderator of MCRmy.com, a My Chemical Romance fansite. (MCRmy, if you haven’t figured it out, is what incredibly devoted fans of My Chemical Romance call themselves. They are goth Beliebers basically.) While making abundantly clear that she is 150% against Waycest in all forms, Cassie told us in between vomiting noises that while there definitely are a few members of the MCRmy who enjoy the fantasy of seeing the Way brothers 69ing, “an exponentially larger percentage are either condemning of it or try to pretend it doesn’t exist. ‘Waycest’ may be a part of the larger lexicon of the fan community, but I think most would agree that they wish it weren’t.” In other words, Waycest is so insane that even the MCR supernerds can’t get behind it.

The craziest part about Waycest, aside from the obvious, is the communal support that its writers give each other. Like most fan fiction, commenters will offer critiques and suggestions to fellow writers. Common comments will be things like “Good first draft, congrats!” Except that it is not a good first draft. Unless the writer plans on taking out the part where the two brothers fuck each other’s mouths as a key tenet of the plot, it is a terrible first draft. “Aww, Mikey is so cute in this! [smiley face emoticon]” reads another comment. Yes, the part where he commits a sex crime punishable by up to 25 years in prison is just adorable [winky emoticon]!

Here now is a quick look into the dark, totally gross, and often unintentionally hilarious world of Waycest. Below are some unedited excerpts along with incestuous MCR fan art. Uh, enjoy?

 



Gerard went back down, his nose almost touch the skin at the base of Mikey’s cock. He continued sucking and bobbing his head up and down. Mikey moaned even louder and arched his back so he could push himself further into his brothers mouth, pushing his hips up enough that Mikey hit the back of his brothers throat. Gerard didn’t gag, it was not because Mikey was small, because he definitely wasn’t, but it was since he had seemed to have lost his gag reflex from the amount of times he and his brother had done this, and instead let Mikey fuck his mouth, letting him thrust up at the same time as Gerard lowered his head onto Mikey’s dick, Gerard massaging Mikey’s balls with one of his hands, the other sliding up Mikey’s torso leaving behind a sticky trail of chocolate sauce.



The bed creaks against the wall as Mikey thrust into the body below him. Leaning forward he bites Gerard's shoulder, suckling the wound apologetically. "Harder, Mikey!" Gerard snaps; caught up in their carnal deed, Mikey growls and pulls out. "Oh come on." "You want harder, you get harder." He says softly into Gee's ear. Flipping the pinkette over Mikey thrusts again. "Oh… s-shit... God fucking-" Gerard's string of curses is interrupted by a new fervor of thrusts. Mikey groans at the sight before him; impaling his brother with his cock, said brother moaning and arching in the most erotic way. "Gee, I'm not gonna – fuck – last!" Thrusts becoming more and more erratic, Mikey leans over Gerard. Biting his shoulder again Mikey thrusts harder, only slowing slightly. "Gerard! Fuck!" Mikey snaps giving one last thrust before cumming in his older brother. With moans subsiding, the room fills with husky panting and breathy gasps.

Gerard leaned his head back, moaning again, his brother starting to pump him, and he couldn't help bucking his hips more into his hand. Having his brother do this was something he had often wished for, never really seeing happening. But now it was. And there was more he wished to do.

Mikey groans at the sight before him; impaling his brother with his cock, said brother moaning and arching in the most erotic way.

"Gee, I'm not gonna – fuck – last!" Thrusts becoming more and more erratic, Mikey leans over Gerard. Biting his shoulder again Mikey thrusts harder, only slowing slightly.

"Gerard! Fuck!" Mikey snaps giving one last thrust before cumming in his older brother.

I heard him chuckle and then his hand was back, now balled back into a fist. I took a deep breath, my eyes lidding again as he started to push it in. I bit back a groan as he breached me, a spike of pain surging through me but I was prepared for it. I knew it would hurt at first. It wasn't like fingers or cock, I didn't get fisted often. Infact I couldn't really recall when I last had. Coherent thoughts left me as he pushed deeper, going slow, slower than he had with his fingers. The pain remained, though became duller as his fist filled me, my ass clenching around his wrist.

I carefully took the knife and sliced off the boxers he had been wearing. I laughed again when I noticed his partially erect length.

He glared at me. 'It's not because of you!' I smirked, and asked 'then what is it?'

He blushed, and paused. 'My dream.'

'Really. What were you dreaming about?'

He blushed again. 'That's...that's not really any of your business.'

I put the knife to his throat lightly. 'And I don't think it's really any of your business to tell me what and what not to ask,' I said softly. I was reminding him that even though he was my brother, I still had humongous advantage on him.




Dan Ozzi is a guest editor at Noisey and plans on burning his computer after posting this. Follow him on Twitter - @danozzi

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