Abandoned things
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shadowhiveSo a few posts ago I mentioned maybe posting my abandoned fic so here they are.
So people say that you should write for yourself, but I’ve always preferred writing stuff that I know at least one person will like. The trouble is that when relationships with the intended reader fuck up that you don’t want to continue writing them.
But I didn’t want them just sitting in my documents gathering dust so here they are. If there’s interest I may continue them, but chances are I likely won’t.
There’s a lot of other ideas that I have noted down that I also won’t do but...
There’s gonna be two I’m not gonna post here. One is a serial killer Kliego since I might finish it. Second is the auction fic cause I’m gonna rework it.
Bottom Andy fic
Pairing: Andy Hurley/Pete Wentz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
Notes: So this was the last fic I started. I started it the night before the drama bas on something someone said in the discord about bottom!Andy. I intended to do more and then everything blew up and just... no
Pete knew that he shouldn’t judge anyone by the way he looked, but when he had seen Andy he didn’t expect him to be in this position. After all, he was strong, muscular and, well, he had one of the biggest dick’s Pete had ever seen. So naturally Pete had assumed that he would get dicked down in the best way.
Instead Andy was laying on his back on his bed, his legs wrapped around Pete’s waist. Andy’s ass felt amazing around his dick as he eased in and out of him.
Cisco fic
Pairing: Cisco Ramon/Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Seasonofkink prompt: Object penetration
Warnings: Non-con
Notes: this one is unrelated to the rest. I started this last year for seasonofkink but I just... stopped. It was intended for someone that I’ve lost contact with though I think that’s causa stuff on there end.
Cisco Ramon has always known he was special. He’d felt it in his bones even as a child, even before he had discovered the true nature of his birth. He found that out later.
Cisco was born October 1st 1989. He had assumed, as anyone would, that his was a normal pregnancy and birth. When he first heard he was unexpected he assumed it was in the same way that others used the term, that he was simply unplanned. What he didn’t expect was to find out that he really was unexpected and unplanned in the truest sense of the word.
On the day of his birth his mother hadn’t been pregnant until moments before he was born.
He wasn’t alone in that, the most famous examples being the seven members of The Umbrella Academy.
Two of them were before him.
Number 2 and Number 4. Klaus and Diego. The junkie and the vigilante. The brothers who were lovers.
The pair of them were naked, like they had been since he’d captured them. It had been their own fault really, for stepping on his turf. Central City belonged to him and no knife wielding do-gooder vigilante was going to take it away from him. Thankfully one of his subordinates had been able to catch them unawares, the advantages of super speed, and now they were here. Cisco’s ultimate prize.
He’d stolen money, jewels, even a fancy car but nothing at all compared to these two.
“You know, you really are quite sexy.” Cisco smirked as he circled around the pair of them. They were currently tied together, back to back, with a black double ended dildo between them. Their mouths were filled with ball gags while their dicks sealed away in matching steel cock cages. Diego was glaring at him, looking as pissed as he had been since he’d got here. It would take time to break that out of him. Cisco was sure he was going to have some fun with that.
Klaus, on the other hand, was easy. He looked positively blissed out, his eyelids half lidded as he shifted his hips. Cisco couldn’t say he was surprised by the display, after all when Klaus left The Academy there was all those rumours about him. That he was a streetwalker, a hooker, a junkie. It hadn’t been hard for Cisco to get that confirmed and seeing him like this was proof enough that he was a filthy little slut.
“Now, I think it’s time we get properly acquainted.” Cisco licked lips, standing by their feet and waiting for them to both turn their heads to look down at him. “My name is Vibe, but you will call me Master. Central City belongs to me and, now, so do you.”
Diego glared at him again and Cisco was sure that if he was free something would be thrown at him. “You will never escape from me, so don’t even waste time trying. If you behave then you’ll be treated well but misbehave... well. I can get very creative with my punishments.” When Diego narrowed his eyes at him Cisco raised his arm, focussing his powers and making the air vibrate with such force it made a hole in the wall, causing an explosion of fragments of plaster and brick. The vigilante’s eyes widened and Cisco couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction. “Ah, now you’re paying attention. My power isn’t the only one I have at my disposal. I have gathered a range of associates who would be all to glad to get their hands on you.”
Cisco didn’t elaborate, but he noticed the shiver that went through Klaus. He could picture what his men would do to them, how they would be burned or frozen, or how Barry would use his speed to reach inside and pull... He loved how sadistic his boys could get, but they weren’t going to get their hands on his prizes.
Eldritch
Pairing: Ben Hargreeves/Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: tentacles, oviposition, blood kink, knife kink, tentacle bondage (though none of these are in this)
Notes: The premise of this was based on an Umbrellakink prompt. It was basically that Ben was an eldritch abomination and he had a cult of followers dedicated to him (in the vein of call of the sea, which I did a few years back). Alas I could never get going with it.
A few years ago if you’d asked Diego if there was a god he would have replied with a firm no. Religion was for the foolish and the weak, a way to control the masses. Any good done in it’s name was marred by the pain and suffering inflicted upon the world.
Now, though, he thought differently. He knew different. Now he knew for certain those religions were wrong, but not because there was no god. No, it was because they didn’t worship the true god.
One day that would change though and they would see him in his true glory.
***
Killjoys roleplay
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way/Grant Morrison/Mikey Way/Ray Toro
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:Roleplay, con non-con, bdsm
Notes: Maybe a roleplay sorta scenario?
Con non-con
Mikey and Gerard ‘forced’ to have sex together 😏
Gun kink. RAY GUN KINK.
Korse talking about how he’s gonna break the killjoys, turn them into workers or sex items etc.
Jet Star hair pulling + girly moans.
So awhile ago I did a gsf with Grant and there was kinda the premise that there’d be a roleplay follow up with them as the killjoys. One of the people from the discord (that fucked me over) really wanted it and sent ideas for it[see above] but I just... never got round to finishing it
Jet Star let out a groan as he was shoved to his knees, the tiled floor cold against the bare skin of his naked. He heard similar sounds from either side of him and he knew that his fellow Killjoys were being pushed down in a similar position, even though he couldn’t see them. He flexed his fingers, testing the bonds that held his wrists tight behind his back, but there was no give to them. A few seconds later the hood that was covering his head was roughly pulled off and he blinked at the sudden change from darkness to light.
The room was bright, though Jet wasn’t sure if that was to do with the light or because the walls and floor were all stark white. Around the walls were various implements and he could only guess what some of them were for. The sight of them made him shiver slightly, though he was sure that others would interpret it as just being from the coldness of the room.
He looked to either side of him and, through his one good eye, he could see the other Killjoys. They were all in an identical state as he was, completely naked and on their knees with their hands bound behind them. Behind them were four masked Dracs, dressed in matching white uniforms, ray guns strapped to their hips.
“Well, well, well.” Jet turned to face the source of the voice and he wasn’t surprised when he saw that it was the Dracs leader, Korse. “If it isn’t the Killjoys. You look much less impressive in person.” Korse looked them all over with distain.
Killjoys Captured
Pairing: Frank Iero/
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Boys with tits, lactation, forced milking
Notes: Another thing based on the discord, with the Killjoys being captured (and Fun Ghoul being reprogrammed and the others turned into milk cows) again it’s something I never got round to doing more of
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Executioner Iero stared out through the glass, sneering in contempt at the captured rebels that lay within the room on the other side. There were two of them, heavily restrained so that they were on all fours unable to move from that position. He knew both of their rebel names, though he doubted they could remember them due to their drug induced stupor.
They had both been part of the rebel group known as the Killjoys, who had been terrorising the outer zones for years, interfering with Better Living’s plans out there. They had execution orders out on them, but when they finally got captured Exterminator Korse decided that there was a better use for them.
According to the records they were tortured and given truth drugs, forced to give out names of their rebel friends that led to further successful raids. Thanks to them the zones were now much safer and Better Living had been free to expand their operations out there.
Korse could have just executed them then and there but he decided that they had another use. And that’s how they ended up in the situation they were in now. Iero had seen file photos of how the two Killjoys used to look and, indeed, two such pictures were on display below the windows in a kind of before shot of what they used to look like. The one to Iero’s left was Party Poison, the Killjoy’s former leader. His hair was still a lurid red.
Omega Ray
Pairing: Ray Toro
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Omegaverse
Notes: Ray is the only omega in a band of alphas but has kept it hidden with blockers, at end of tour he goes into heat. So yeah this was an idea from the discord that was eventually would’ve ended in gsf with Ray.
“Shit.” Ray muttered to himself, looking down at his underwear. There was a small, but noticeable stain at the seat of them and, when he bought his fingers to his ass, he could feel it. His slick. “Shit.”
He took a breath to steady himself, then started to pace around the room, trying to think what to do.
Ray was in a band, a band of alphas and he was an omega. He’d lied about his status and, ever since he took blockers to stop his heats so that he only had them in private. he knew the blockers meant they made the heats he did have more intense but even so he’d never been with an alpha. He just shut himself away and used the toys he had, literally riding out his heats.
But now he was starting to get more slick, a sign that his heat was going to follow. He wasn’t meant to go into heat for another week, when the tour was over, so why had it started now? He’d not bought blockers with him, thinking he was all good for the tour so that wasn’t an option. He cursed himself, closing his eyes and taking a breath.
Two days. That’s all he had to do, then he could lock himself in his room.
He could do that right?
***
When he got on the bus he felt all eyes were on him. It wasn’t a surprise really, he was usually the first one here so for him to be late was definitely unusual. “What do you so long?” Mikey asked with a slight quirk of his lips.
Ray tried to come up with an excuse but a Frank’s nose twitched and he grinned. “He got laid.” He sniffed the air again, licking his lips. “I can smell the omega on him.”
Ray felt his cheeks heat up. He’d tossed the underwear and showered before leaving his room in hopes of covering it up, but apparently that wasn’t enough. Maybe he could play this off, for now anyway. Although his bandmates were alphas they weren’t sex crazed like some were. They didn’t take advantage of fans or anything like that, which Ray had always been glad of.
Pete con non-con
Pairing: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: con non-con
Notes: another fic based on the discord which was gonna be a con non-con with Pete/Patrick and Andy (and maybe Joe.
Pete cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as he was roughly penetrated. The thick cock wasn’t the first he’d had tonight and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. “Shut up.” The man inside him growled, pulling back and thrusting into him just as harshly. Despite himself, another moan left his lips and he squirmed against the table he was currently bent over. “Stay the fuck still!” He dug his nails into Pete’s skin and he was sure that it would leave fresh marks. “Hold the bitch down.”
Another set of strong hands were on him instantly.
Demon!Brendon
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Spencer Smith
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kinktober 28: Vore
Warnings: demon!Brendon
Notes: So originally for this one I was gonna use humiliation but I changed it after something got mentioned on the discord.
Notes 2: I started doing this for kinktober but I stalled. It’s based on demon!Brendon from that music video.
Brendon was glad that the tour was over. He loved touring of course, performing in front of and meeting fans was such a rush, but after awhile it got tiring. Now that he was home it meant that he could relax and unwind. And, more importantly satiate his hunger.
He couldn’t satisfy his urges on tour. He’d tried before, but there just wasn’t enough privacy or time for him to really enjoy himself.
He licked his dark lips as he stepped into of his bedrooms, staring at the familiar figure that was sprawled out across the bedsheets. Well, what was left of him anyway. Both of his legs were completely gone as well as his left hand. Despite the loss of limbs his belly was soft and round, thanks to one of Brendon’s thralls keeping him well fed. Spencer Smith met Brendon’s gaze, his eyes bright with adoration as he smiled. “Master, you’re home...”
“Oh I am.” Brendon grinned at him, his fangs clearly on display. That was another advantage to being back at home, that he could walk around in his true form. His ashen grey skin, his horns protruding from his forehead, his bright yellow eyes all of these were reflected back at him from the mirror on wall. The human face that he wore outside of his home had proven useful, it had given him fame and wealth due to how he’d used his voice to enthral the masses. “And I’m eager to get my fill of you.”
Spook me
Pairing: Non yet
Rating:
Warnings:
Prompt: spook me prompt plant
Notes: So this got delayed for various reasons, the iPad lead screwing up, stress, me deciding to do kinktober. So hopefully it’s worked out ok
Notes 2: I signed up for spook me and this was what I started for it, but I never could work out how to continue it
The sun was shining, the light filtering through the branches of the treetops as My Chemical Romance made their way through the forest. Birds were singing and, every so often, Mikey heard leaves rustle as some animal or another made their way through the undergrowth, spooked by the sudden presence of humans among the wilderness. Mikey felt like they were out of place amongst all this nature. None of them were particularly outdoorsmen, which made the whole idea of them spending the week out here a little ludicrous.
"Whose idea was this again?" Frank grumbled as he pushed a branch out of his face. He was following Ray, who was in the lead, and he looked pretty ridiculous with his oversized rucksack.
It had been Brian that had suggested it, saying it would be a good team building exercise and that being away from it all would be good for them. Mikey had his suspicions though that it had really been his brother's idea, that he'd had a desire to get back to nature and that he'd gotten Brian to suggest it so he didn't get blamed if it backfired.
Ray stopped in his tracks, turning back to him and brushing a stray leaf from his hair. "You know it was Brian's idea. Now stop complaining, it's a nice, beautiful day."
Mikey chuckled as Frank mumbled something under his breath, shaking his head. Ray was right, it was a nice day and it was pretty out here. It was easy to forget, being shut on a tourbus going between towns, that there was a whole world out there. A world that was green and full of life.
Mikey adjusted his own rucksack, glancing behind him at Gerard who was bringing up the rear. He was taking his time looking around, taking notice of everything around them. The flowers, the mushrooms, the movement caused by animals and birds. It was sweet really and it struck him that his brother would fit in amongst all this nature.
Mikey couldn’t help but smile to himself at how at ease his brother was.
***
“This looks like a good place to set up camp.” Ray said with a nod when they arrived at a clearing among the trees. It was a big enough space that they could set up their tents, plus there was a fallen log that they could use as a makeshift bench. Mikey had to admit it looked like the idea place, so he set his bags down and, with the others, started to set up camp.
It didn’t take them too long to have the pair of tents set up, in part thanks to Ray insisting they familiarise themselves with them before leaving, which had included setting them up in his back yard. It had been only a bit of a disaster, but Mikey had been glad for the practise. Once they were set up Mikey sat down on the grass beside Gerard, relieved at a chance to take the weight of his feet. Frank, meanwhile, opted to head towards the fallen log, but he stopped before he sat down.
“Guys, you might want to take a look at this.” Although he had just sat down, Mikey pushed himself up onto his feet, his curiosity piqued. He offered Gerard a hand, pulling him up as well and the pair of them headed over to see what had caught Frank’s interest.
There, about a meter or so behind the log was a strange... thing. It was translucent red, shaped roughly like a lightbulb and Mikey could see that there was dark liquid inside it. It looked like the colour of blood and half filled the... whatever it was and Mikey was sure he saw something in there. It was held in place by a thorn covered vine, which looked roughly like a clawed hand. In short, the whole thing looked creepy. “The fuck is that?”
“Well...” Ray started, clearly studying it just like they were. “I don’t recognise it, but it’s clearly some kind of fruit.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Gerard whispered, his voice sounding awed as he stared at it.
“I say we poke it with a stick.” Frank was already reaching for the nearest stick even before he finished saying it and Ray grabbed him by the arm.
“No, we will not be poking anything with a stick. What if it’s poisonous?” Frank made a face, despite Ray being absolutely right. “I saw we leave it alone, maybe even move camp so that someone isn’t tempted to mess with it.” He gave Frank a pointed look as he said that and Mikey couldn’t help but smile at that.
Plant based bondage? intoxication? Death?
Or Mikey? Finds something strange growing in his garden, calls the others
Frank says poke it with a stick
So people say that you should write for yourself, but I’ve always preferred writing stuff that I know at least one person will like. The trouble is that when relationships with the intended reader fuck up that you don’t want to continue writing them.
But I didn’t want them just sitting in my documents gathering dust so here they are. If there’s interest I may continue them, but chances are I likely won’t.
There’s a lot of other ideas that I have noted down that I also won’t do but...
There’s gonna be two I’m not gonna post here. One is a serial killer Kliego since I might finish it. Second is the auction fic cause I’m gonna rework it.
Bottom Andy fic
Pairing: Andy Hurley/Pete Wentz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:
Notes: So this was the last fic I started. I started it the night before the drama bas on something someone said in the discord about bottom!Andy. I intended to do more and then everything blew up and just... no
Pete knew that he shouldn’t judge anyone by the way he looked, but when he had seen Andy he didn’t expect him to be in this position. After all, he was strong, muscular and, well, he had one of the biggest dick’s Pete had ever seen. So naturally Pete had assumed that he would get dicked down in the best way.
Instead Andy was laying on his back on his bed, his legs wrapped around Pete’s waist. Andy’s ass felt amazing around his dick as he eased in and out of him.
Cisco fic
Pairing: Cisco Ramon/Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Seasonofkink prompt: Object penetration
Warnings: Non-con
Notes: this one is unrelated to the rest. I started this last year for seasonofkink but I just... stopped. It was intended for someone that I’ve lost contact with though I think that’s causa stuff on there end.
Cisco Ramon has always known he was special. He’d felt it in his bones even as a child, even before he had discovered the true nature of his birth. He found that out later.
Cisco was born October 1st 1989. He had assumed, as anyone would, that his was a normal pregnancy and birth. When he first heard he was unexpected he assumed it was in the same way that others used the term, that he was simply unplanned. What he didn’t expect was to find out that he really was unexpected and unplanned in the truest sense of the word.
On the day of his birth his mother hadn’t been pregnant until moments before he was born.
He wasn’t alone in that, the most famous examples being the seven members of The Umbrella Academy.
Two of them were before him.
Number 2 and Number 4. Klaus and Diego. The junkie and the vigilante. The brothers who were lovers.
The pair of them were naked, like they had been since he’d captured them. It had been their own fault really, for stepping on his turf. Central City belonged to him and no knife wielding do-gooder vigilante was going to take it away from him. Thankfully one of his subordinates had been able to catch them unawares, the advantages of super speed, and now they were here. Cisco’s ultimate prize.
He’d stolen money, jewels, even a fancy car but nothing at all compared to these two.
“You know, you really are quite sexy.” Cisco smirked as he circled around the pair of them. They were currently tied together, back to back, with a black double ended dildo between them. Their mouths were filled with ball gags while their dicks sealed away in matching steel cock cages. Diego was glaring at him, looking as pissed as he had been since he’d got here. It would take time to break that out of him. Cisco was sure he was going to have some fun with that.
Klaus, on the other hand, was easy. He looked positively blissed out, his eyelids half lidded as he shifted his hips. Cisco couldn’t say he was surprised by the display, after all when Klaus left The Academy there was all those rumours about him. That he was a streetwalker, a hooker, a junkie. It hadn’t been hard for Cisco to get that confirmed and seeing him like this was proof enough that he was a filthy little slut.
“Now, I think it’s time we get properly acquainted.” Cisco licked lips, standing by their feet and waiting for them to both turn their heads to look down at him. “My name is Vibe, but you will call me Master. Central City belongs to me and, now, so do you.”
Diego glared at him again and Cisco was sure that if he was free something would be thrown at him. “You will never escape from me, so don’t even waste time trying. If you behave then you’ll be treated well but misbehave... well. I can get very creative with my punishments.” When Diego narrowed his eyes at him Cisco raised his arm, focussing his powers and making the air vibrate with such force it made a hole in the wall, causing an explosion of fragments of plaster and brick. The vigilante’s eyes widened and Cisco couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction. “Ah, now you’re paying attention. My power isn’t the only one I have at my disposal. I have gathered a range of associates who would be all to glad to get their hands on you.”
Cisco didn’t elaborate, but he noticed the shiver that went through Klaus. He could picture what his men would do to them, how they would be burned or frozen, or how Barry would use his speed to reach inside and pull... He loved how sadistic his boys could get, but they weren’t going to get their hands on his prizes.
Eldritch
Pairing: Ben Hargreeves/Diego Hargreeves/Klaus Hargreeves
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: tentacles, oviposition, blood kink, knife kink, tentacle bondage (though none of these are in this)
Notes: The premise of this was based on an Umbrellakink prompt. It was basically that Ben was an eldritch abomination and he had a cult of followers dedicated to him (in the vein of call of the sea, which I did a few years back). Alas I could never get going with it.
A few years ago if you’d asked Diego if there was a god he would have replied with a firm no. Religion was for the foolish and the weak, a way to control the masses. Any good done in it’s name was marred by the pain and suffering inflicted upon the world.
Now, though, he thought differently. He knew different. Now he knew for certain those religions were wrong, but not because there was no god. No, it was because they didn’t worship the true god.
One day that would change though and they would see him in his true glory.
***
Killjoys roleplay
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way/Grant Morrison/Mikey Way/Ray Toro
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:Roleplay, con non-con, bdsm
Notes: Maybe a roleplay sorta scenario?
Con non-con
Mikey and Gerard ‘forced’ to have sex together 😏
Gun kink. RAY GUN KINK.
Korse talking about how he’s gonna break the killjoys, turn them into workers or sex items etc.
Jet Star hair pulling + girly moans.
So awhile ago I did a gsf with Grant and there was kinda the premise that there’d be a roleplay follow up with them as the killjoys. One of the people from the discord (that fucked me over) really wanted it and sent ideas for it[see above] but I just... never got round to finishing it
Jet Star let out a groan as he was shoved to his knees, the tiled floor cold against the bare skin of his naked. He heard similar sounds from either side of him and he knew that his fellow Killjoys were being pushed down in a similar position, even though he couldn’t see them. He flexed his fingers, testing the bonds that held his wrists tight behind his back, but there was no give to them. A few seconds later the hood that was covering his head was roughly pulled off and he blinked at the sudden change from darkness to light.
The room was bright, though Jet wasn’t sure if that was to do with the light or because the walls and floor were all stark white. Around the walls were various implements and he could only guess what some of them were for. The sight of them made him shiver slightly, though he was sure that others would interpret it as just being from the coldness of the room.
He looked to either side of him and, through his one good eye, he could see the other Killjoys. They were all in an identical state as he was, completely naked and on their knees with their hands bound behind them. Behind them were four masked Dracs, dressed in matching white uniforms, ray guns strapped to their hips.
“Well, well, well.” Jet turned to face the source of the voice and he wasn’t surprised when he saw that it was the Dracs leader, Korse. “If it isn’t the Killjoys. You look much less impressive in person.” Korse looked them all over with distain.
Killjoys Captured
Pairing: Frank Iero/
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Boys with tits, lactation, forced milking
Notes: Another thing based on the discord, with the Killjoys being captured (and Fun Ghoul being reprogrammed and the others turned into milk cows) again it’s something I never got round to doing more of
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Executioner Iero stared out through the glass, sneering in contempt at the captured rebels that lay within the room on the other side. There were two of them, heavily restrained so that they were on all fours unable to move from that position. He knew both of their rebel names, though he doubted they could remember them due to their drug induced stupor.
They had both been part of the rebel group known as the Killjoys, who had been terrorising the outer zones for years, interfering with Better Living’s plans out there. They had execution orders out on them, but when they finally got captured Exterminator Korse decided that there was a better use for them.
According to the records they were tortured and given truth drugs, forced to give out names of their rebel friends that led to further successful raids. Thanks to them the zones were now much safer and Better Living had been free to expand their operations out there.
Korse could have just executed them then and there but he decided that they had another use. And that’s how they ended up in the situation they were in now. Iero had seen file photos of how the two Killjoys used to look and, indeed, two such pictures were on display below the windows in a kind of before shot of what they used to look like. The one to Iero’s left was Party Poison, the Killjoy’s former leader. His hair was still a lurid red.
Omega Ray
Pairing: Ray Toro
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Omegaverse
Notes: Ray is the only omega in a band of alphas but has kept it hidden with blockers, at end of tour he goes into heat. So yeah this was an idea from the discord that was eventually would’ve ended in gsf with Ray.
“Shit.” Ray muttered to himself, looking down at his underwear. There was a small, but noticeable stain at the seat of them and, when he bought his fingers to his ass, he could feel it. His slick. “Shit.”
He took a breath to steady himself, then started to pace around the room, trying to think what to do.
Ray was in a band, a band of alphas and he was an omega. He’d lied about his status and, ever since he took blockers to stop his heats so that he only had them in private. he knew the blockers meant they made the heats he did have more intense but even so he’d never been with an alpha. He just shut himself away and used the toys he had, literally riding out his heats.
But now he was starting to get more slick, a sign that his heat was going to follow. He wasn’t meant to go into heat for another week, when the tour was over, so why had it started now? He’d not bought blockers with him, thinking he was all good for the tour so that wasn’t an option. He cursed himself, closing his eyes and taking a breath.
Two days. That’s all he had to do, then he could lock himself in his room.
He could do that right?
***
When he got on the bus he felt all eyes were on him. It wasn’t a surprise really, he was usually the first one here so for him to be late was definitely unusual. “What do you so long?” Mikey asked with a slight quirk of his lips.
Ray tried to come up with an excuse but a Frank’s nose twitched and he grinned. “He got laid.” He sniffed the air again, licking his lips. “I can smell the omega on him.”
Ray felt his cheeks heat up. He’d tossed the underwear and showered before leaving his room in hopes of covering it up, but apparently that wasn’t enough. Maybe he could play this off, for now anyway. Although his bandmates were alphas they weren’t sex crazed like some were. They didn’t take advantage of fans or anything like that, which Ray had always been glad of.
Pete con non-con
Pairing: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: con non-con
Notes: another fic based on the discord which was gonna be a con non-con with Pete/Patrick and Andy (and maybe Joe.
Pete cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as he was roughly penetrated. The thick cock wasn’t the first he’d had tonight and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. “Shut up.” The man inside him growled, pulling back and thrusting into him just as harshly. Despite himself, another moan left his lips and he squirmed against the table he was currently bent over. “Stay the fuck still!” He dug his nails into Pete’s skin and he was sure that it would leave fresh marks. “Hold the bitch down.”
Another set of strong hands were on him instantly.
Demon!Brendon
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Spencer Smith
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kinktober 28: Vore
Warnings: demon!Brendon
Notes: So originally for this one I was gonna use humiliation but I changed it after something got mentioned on the discord.
Notes 2: I started doing this for kinktober but I stalled. It’s based on demon!Brendon from that music video.
Brendon was glad that the tour was over. He loved touring of course, performing in front of and meeting fans was such a rush, but after awhile it got tiring. Now that he was home it meant that he could relax and unwind. And, more importantly satiate his hunger.
He couldn’t satisfy his urges on tour. He’d tried before, but there just wasn’t enough privacy or time for him to really enjoy himself.
He licked his dark lips as he stepped into of his bedrooms, staring at the familiar figure that was sprawled out across the bedsheets. Well, what was left of him anyway. Both of his legs were completely gone as well as his left hand. Despite the loss of limbs his belly was soft and round, thanks to one of Brendon’s thralls keeping him well fed. Spencer Smith met Brendon’s gaze, his eyes bright with adoration as he smiled. “Master, you’re home...”
“Oh I am.” Brendon grinned at him, his fangs clearly on display. That was another advantage to being back at home, that he could walk around in his true form. His ashen grey skin, his horns protruding from his forehead, his bright yellow eyes all of these were reflected back at him from the mirror on wall. The human face that he wore outside of his home had proven useful, it had given him fame and wealth due to how he’d used his voice to enthral the masses. “And I’m eager to get my fill of you.”
Spook me
Pairing: Non yet
Rating:
Warnings:
Prompt: spook me prompt plant
Notes: So this got delayed for various reasons, the iPad lead screwing up, stress, me deciding to do kinktober. So hopefully it’s worked out ok
Notes 2: I signed up for spook me and this was what I started for it, but I never could work out how to continue it
The sun was shining, the light filtering through the branches of the treetops as My Chemical Romance made their way through the forest. Birds were singing and, every so often, Mikey heard leaves rustle as some animal or another made their way through the undergrowth, spooked by the sudden presence of humans among the wilderness. Mikey felt like they were out of place amongst all this nature. None of them were particularly outdoorsmen, which made the whole idea of them spending the week out here a little ludicrous.
"Whose idea was this again?" Frank grumbled as he pushed a branch out of his face. He was following Ray, who was in the lead, and he looked pretty ridiculous with his oversized rucksack.
It had been Brian that had suggested it, saying it would be a good team building exercise and that being away from it all would be good for them. Mikey had his suspicions though that it had really been his brother's idea, that he'd had a desire to get back to nature and that he'd gotten Brian to suggest it so he didn't get blamed if it backfired.
Ray stopped in his tracks, turning back to him and brushing a stray leaf from his hair. "You know it was Brian's idea. Now stop complaining, it's a nice, beautiful day."
Mikey chuckled as Frank mumbled something under his breath, shaking his head. Ray was right, it was a nice day and it was pretty out here. It was easy to forget, being shut on a tourbus going between towns, that there was a whole world out there. A world that was green and full of life.
Mikey adjusted his own rucksack, glancing behind him at Gerard who was bringing up the rear. He was taking his time looking around, taking notice of everything around them. The flowers, the mushrooms, the movement caused by animals and birds. It was sweet really and it struck him that his brother would fit in amongst all this nature.
Mikey couldn’t help but smile to himself at how at ease his brother was.
***
“This looks like a good place to set up camp.” Ray said with a nod when they arrived at a clearing among the trees. It was a big enough space that they could set up their tents, plus there was a fallen log that they could use as a makeshift bench. Mikey had to admit it looked like the idea place, so he set his bags down and, with the others, started to set up camp.
It didn’t take them too long to have the pair of tents set up, in part thanks to Ray insisting they familiarise themselves with them before leaving, which had included setting them up in his back yard. It had been only a bit of a disaster, but Mikey had been glad for the practise. Once they were set up Mikey sat down on the grass beside Gerard, relieved at a chance to take the weight of his feet. Frank, meanwhile, opted to head towards the fallen log, but he stopped before he sat down.
“Guys, you might want to take a look at this.” Although he had just sat down, Mikey pushed himself up onto his feet, his curiosity piqued. He offered Gerard a hand, pulling him up as well and the pair of them headed over to see what had caught Frank’s interest.
There, about a meter or so behind the log was a strange... thing. It was translucent red, shaped roughly like a lightbulb and Mikey could see that there was dark liquid inside it. It looked like the colour of blood and half filled the... whatever it was and Mikey was sure he saw something in there. It was held in place by a thorn covered vine, which looked roughly like a clawed hand. In short, the whole thing looked creepy. “The fuck is that?”
“Well...” Ray started, clearly studying it just like they were. “I don’t recognise it, but it’s clearly some kind of fruit.”
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Gerard whispered, his voice sounding awed as he stared at it.
“I say we poke it with a stick.” Frank was already reaching for the nearest stick even before he finished saying it and Ray grabbed him by the arm.
“No, we will not be poking anything with a stick. What if it’s poisonous?” Frank made a face, despite Ray being absolutely right. “I saw we leave it alone, maybe even move camp so that someone isn’t tempted to mess with it.” He gave Frank a pointed look as he said that and Mikey couldn’t help but smile at that.
Plant based bondage? intoxication? Death?
Or Mikey? Finds something strange growing in his garden, calls the others
Frank says poke it with a stick
