A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
So, I’ve been whinging about this to a couple people (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…
pushkin666 and sateenmusta have been most sympathetic), but there really should be more spanking fic in Bandom. I have the craving, okay? And sometimes you just have to be proactive about these things. So with that flimsy excuse, I present…Smack Your Bitch Up – A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
Comment-fic, speculation, random perving and photo essays about the most spankable ass in Bandom all welcome. Anon-commenting is enabled and IP tracking off, in case someone wants to letch anonymously. All pairings and all ratings, just please provide both in the subject line. Also, feel free to pimp widely.
Get to it. Over my knee, bitch. Now.
Aftermath 2/3 - Panic At The Disco - Brendon/Ryan - NC-17
They’re in a dressing room. Not theirs, but a smaller, abandoned one; cardboard boxes piled in the corner, a thin layer of dust covering every surface.
Brendon walks backwards until he’s in the middle of the room, keeping his eyes on Ryan’s. This is where it gets good. He has Ryan’s attention and he knows how to keep it, knows what to do now that he has Ryan exactly where he wants him.
“I’m sorry, Ryan.” Brendon drops to his knees, graceful, making sure his head is lowered just right. “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” He shuffles forward, still on his knees, leaving uneven tracks on the dirty floor.
“Please, Ryan. I’m so sorry.” But he’s not. Not really. Not when he can hear Ryan inhale, loud and stuttering, and it’s so good, so good to be able to make him do that, to make him give Brendon what he needs.
Brendon is close enough to smell him now; hotel soap and sweat and musk. He nuzzles the front of Ryan’s trousers, shameless, the hot line of his arousal pressing hard against Brendon’s cheek, and god, god, he needs this so much, needs Ryan to hold him down, push his cock inside Brendon’s mouth until he’s raw from it.
Brendon rocks forward, hands snaking up to cup the backs of Ryan’s thighs. He’s hard, can feel himself leaking, damp and desperate inside his own jeans, and when Ryan’s hands drop down to his belt Brendon is whining, mouth already flooding with saliva.
But Ryan isn’t reaching for his buckle. Instead, he grabs Brendon’s face, forcing him to look up, long fingers digging into his jaw. “You manipulative little bitch!”
Ryan’s thumb pushes in, pinning Brendon’s tongue down until he can barely breathe. “You think you can push me into sex? You think you need to? ”
Brendon feels his eyes widen. If Ryan was angry before, he’s livid now, and for the first time ever Brendon is not sure what’s going to happen. For the first time ever, he’s scared.
It’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling.
“Not only that, but to do it in public. To drag the band into it. All because you wanted my attention? Because you wanted to get your rocks off?” Ryan pushes more fingers into Brendon’s mouth, making him gag, eyes stinging with tears.
“You think you can play me like that, Brendon? You’re wrong.” Ryan pulls his hand out, twisting it in Brendon’s hair instead and yanking him to his feet.
It hurts like a sonofabitch and Brendon cries out, half-blind and stumbling. Ryan tilts Brendon’s head up and for a moment he thinks Ryan is going to kiss him, but he just looks at him for long silent seconds. Brendon wants to avert his gaze, but finds himself unable to move, trapped by the dark, unwavering heat of Ryan’s eyes.
“You’re not even sorry, are you?” Ryan finally asks. His voice is low, breath ghosting over Brendon’s upturned face.
Brendon doesn’t know what to say. What had been a harmless game suddenly feels wrong. He lied to Ryan, he lied, and the shame of it burns hot and acidic in his gut.
“You will be,” Ryan says and then Brendon is been walked backwards across the room, turned around and thrown over the rickety dressing table, the mirror shuddering from the impact.
It doesn’t even occur to him to resist. The wood under his cheek is rough, the dust clinging to his sweaty skin, the insides of his lips. Ryan’s hands are precise and methodological as he unbuckles Brendon’s belt, pulling down his jeans and underwear, leaving them bunched around his knees.
Ryan pulls Brendon’s head up until he can see himself in the mirror; the long stretch of his neck, eyes wide and black, his mouth an obscene red slit. He looks desperate. Needy. He looks like—
“A slut,” Ryan says. “You look like a slut.” He pulls Brendon flush against him.
Aftermath 3/3 - Panic At The Disco - Brendon/Ryan - NC-17
“Count them out,” Ryan says and Brendon has maybe two seconds to think count what out, before Ryan’s hand comes down hard on his ass, the sound more shocking than the sensation.
Brendon jerks, but there’s nowhere to go, Ryan’s other hand gripping the back of Brendon’s neck, holding him down.
“I said: Count. Them. Out, ” Ryan grits from between clenched teeth, his face twisted with love and hurt and anger, all mixed up and terribly beautiful.
“One,” Brendon gasps. “Two.”
By the fifth he’s choking the words out, fingers fumbling for purchase as each slap pushes him further forward. “Six, seven, eight,” come fast and ruthless, giving Brendon no chance to even draw breath in between.
Number twelve lands across his right thigh, Ryan’s fingers catching the delicate skin on the inside, and Brendon’s spine curves from the pain.
“Tell me,” Ryan demands, hitting him again on the same place.
“Twelve, thirteen, please, please Ryan, I’m sorry.” His skin feels like it’s on fire, and when Ryan rubs hands over his ass, kneading the flesh, Brendon’s entire body feels like he’s being scalded.
By the twentieth Brendon can barely make out the separate slaps, everything melting together into one throbbing hurt that crashes over him in waves, salty and vast like the ocean. By the thirty-sixth he realises he’s crying.
Ryan switches hands somewhere in between, keeping up a steady litany of slut and don’t you ever again and mine. Brendon doesn’t lose the count, but he does lose all sense of time and space, floating in the sensation, weightless and torn open. He’s full of Ryan – yours, yours, I’m sorry – surrounded, submersed, suffocating, everything going grey around the edges. It’s like sliding under the water, except Ryan is right there with him, sliding too.
“I want to fuck you,” Ryan says and Brendon moans, spreading his legs acquiescently, feeling Ryan’s cock slip between his cheeks, his hipbones grinding against the sensitive flesh of Brendon’s ass.
Ryan hauls him closer, hand slipping under Brendon’s shirt, fingers twisting a nipple, making him cry out. “God, Brendon.”
“Please, please, I want you to. I want.” Brendon’s head lolls back and Ryan bites down on the exposed junction of neck and shoulder, right where the skin is stretched tight and thin over the tendons.
“Later. Fuck, later. Don’t have anything with me now.” Ryan tongues the bruise he made and Brendon bucks, a high-pitched whine bleeding out.
Ryan keeps rubbing himself against Brendon, the head of his cock smearing wetly against the overheated skin, their movements jerky and frantic. Brendon is moaning continuously now, tear tracks all over his face. Everything hurts. Everything feels good. He’s never been this turned on in his life.
Ryan’s hand sneaks down, wrapping around Brendon’s cock, and Brendon’s body goes taut like a bow string and then he’s coming, and even that’s not straightforward pleasure, his nerve-endings so tangled and raw it’s impossible to distinguish between one sensation and another. Brendon doesn’t feel good or bad anymore, he just feels.
Ryan chokes out Brendon’s name, face buried between shoulder blades as he shudders through his own orgasm.
They stay like that for a minute, breathing in synch, sweat and come cooling on their skin. Finally Ryan turns him around and it’s only then that Brendon realises he’s shaking. Ryan holds him steady, lets him clutch and cling, plant clumsy, reverent kisses over every available batch of skin. “I’m sorry,” Brendon whispers, and this time he means it. “I’m sorry, Ryan. I’m sor—”
“Ssshhh,” Ryan kisses him, gentle and shallow, until Brendon stills, his mind silent and calm. “I know you are. I know. It’s okay.”
Ryan fixes their clothes, quick and effective, and Brendon is grateful because he can barely stand up, suddenly exhausted. “Let’s go,” Ryan says, taking Brendon’s hand in his, leading him outside.
Brendon follows.
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I have never, never found Ryan hot before this fic, but there is something about him being angry and vicious and Brendon being kind of afraid of him that HITS ALL MY BUTTONS. Also I was totally waiting for somebody to write this idea, and I'm so glad it was you.
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Seriously, this is more or less where my mind went after the gig, because omg, there had to repercussions. And if those repercussions involved kinky porn... then all the better. And Ryan. Yeah, I know what you mean about him not being the obvious "nnnggghhh, would hit that" person, but I think that boy has some serious power/control issues and you can have him either take control or give it away and both would be equally hot.
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Damn, woman. That was so NNNGGHHHH HOT that my brain is malfunctioning pretty badly now. o_o
aokakfjlkfjakdjlsjnnghhhh. Just. Whoa.
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Glad you enjoyed that, darling...
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<3
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*melts from hotness* <3
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yeah, maybe is should call my friend and tell that i'm going to miss my bus.
and, um, "count them out" actually made my breathing go all weird. what was that about? o_____O
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sometimes you don't realise something is a kink or hits a button until it's actually happening...
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*brb scrapin myself off the floor*
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I am supposed to clean my room. This is so much better.
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I don't read bandom. No, I really, really don't.
Or I didn't. Until today. Because, sweet Jesus, that was fabulous.
Wow.
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\o/
Pissed Off!Ryan and Genuinely Repentant!Brendon are.... honestly, really really awesome. And hot. Did I mention awesome?
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Thank you for this and for this meme, which is so very much what I have been needing & wanting; I completely agree that there is not nearly enough spanking fic in bandom! (And I hope to add something tomorrow!)
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