A Bandom Gets Spanked Meme
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kat_lairSo, I’ve been whinging about this to a couple people (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.
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Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC17, 1/2
on 2008-03-22 11:17 pm (UTC)He shifts unhappily in the hard plastic airport chair. Goddamn, what evil genius designed these things, anyway? Checks his watch again. 11:27:30. 31. 32. 33. Christ. It's the waiting that's the worst. Preoccupied with watching the second hand of his watch go around and wishing his iPod battery wasn't being a pissy little bitch that ran out of power at the worst moments, he doesn’t notice her until –
"Boo."
He doesn't jump out of his chair. Barely.
"Hey, rockstar." She drapes her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. "Let's go home, yeah?"
"Mmm." He rests his head back against her. "Hi."
"C'mon; we can snuggle at home."
He makes an unhappy little noise, and bites at his lip, refusing to move. She's warm and comforting and he's been stuck in airports and planes for the last 31 hours straight.
"Gerard." He draws in a sharp breath; he knows that voice, the one that cuts through to the need he pushes down to keep it hidden from the rest of the world. And yes. Yes. He stands, grabs the handle of his suitcase. "Mmm. Good." She trails one fingernail down the veins on the side of his neck. He shivers.
Lindsay grabs his hand and grins. "So tell me the promised epic story of your fucked up plane ride including why you were six hours late. I'm expecting at least one fiery crash."
"Um. So there was a flood in, like, Texas or some shit, and..."
*
By the time they pile through the door into their apartment he's finished with his epic tale and they're brainstorming ways to creatively punish the airline agent who routed him through Toronto instead of Chicago, causing him to miss that connection waiting in the customs line.
He's also spent the half hour drive from the airport trying not to show how jittery he is. His self-control is starting to fray around the edges.
"So, you want to take a shower first or just collapse?"
He’s too needy, strung out from the whole week; he hadn’t come since he left, when she tied him up against the wall and whispered to him that he wasn't allowed, her breath hot in his ear. Please don't be that cruel. I can't, can't..."Lyn, please."
Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC17, 2/2
on 2008-03-22 11:20 pm (UTC)She pauses, considers him for a long moment. "Did you do what I asked you? I told you not to come, the whole time. Did you do it?"
"I did, promise. I did."
"Good. Very good." She grabs him, without warning, pushing him forward until he's bent double over the kitchen table, his nose almost slamming against the surface. "I guess you get rewarded, then." Gerard whimpers, not even attempting to fight her as she reaches up with one hand to jerk his hands above his head while she yanks his belt buckle undone and shoves his pants down to his knees.
"Mmmm, such a pretty little slut." She trails her fingers over his bare ass, teasing. Smack. He lets out a choked gasp as she slaps her palm down, jerking his hips against the table. "Oh, you like that, don’t you?" When he doesn't answer, she hits him again, harder, then scrapes one fingernail across the area. "Answer me."
"Y-yes, fuck." He's shaking.
In answer, she hits him again, with some cold plastic thing, not her hand, and again and again, until he’s arching back up into it, begging her for more, please, fuck, oh god in incoherent rasping sobs, his whole ass throbbing, his breathing ragged and stuttered.
When she reaches down with her other hand, curling her fingers around his cock and tugging roughly, he comes in about thirty seconds, shaking and clinging to the table for support. He pulls his upper body off the wooden surface just in time to see Lindsay biting her lip through her own orgasm, one hand buried between her legs, the other one supporting her against the wall.
"You okay?" she asks him, once she’s put herself back together, running one hand carefully over his ass. "I hit you pretty hard."
"Oh, I’m just lovely." He grins up at her, sated and content, sleep already tugging at the edges of his mind, leaning up to press their lips together. He is sore, he knows, and he’s going to be bruised in the morning, but right now, he can’t really bring himself to care.
"Shhhh. Come. Bedtime." She works his pants and shoes off and tugs him into their bedroom, shedding her own clothes as he tugs off his shirt, and crawling under the blankets with him, curling her body around his back.
"Mmmm. 'Night, love," Gerard mumbles as he nestles into the wonderfully clean sheets. The soft press of her lips on his neck is the last thing he registers before he loses consciousness completely.
Re: Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC17, 2/2
on 2008-03-23 12:04 am (UTC)Re: Gerard/Lyn-Z, NC17, 2/2
on 2008-03-23 12:20 am (UTC)Mmmm, needy Gerard is my new favourite thing! Awesome, thanks for participating. Feel free to do it again. And again. And...