Secret Collection
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shadowhiveSecret Collection
Pairing: Andy Hurley
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sex Toys
Warnings: toys, thoughts of tentacles and monster fucking
Notes: For Fade, hope you feel better (and yeah the titles a bit sucky but it’s 3am so…). And yeah I really need an Andy icon
Andy was glad to be home again. Sure, touring was awesome and he loved playing in front of crowds and meeting fans, but it sure was tiring. Being back home meant there was no schedule, that you could sleep in your own bed, do what you wanted and just… relax.
And yeah, at home he didn’t have to deal with Pete being Pete. He loved the guy, but sometimes his levels of chaos could be…
But he’d had a good night’s sleep and now he wanted to unwind in a different way. He slipped out of bed, heading towards the closet in the corner of the room. He took a breath then reached up and opening the doors, his eyes taking in his collection within. Inside the closet were a series of shelves and standing on them were dildos of various shapes and sizes. Some looked just like regular dicks, but most of them were stranger shapes. Some had thick knots at their bases. Others looked like tongues, or tentacles.
He hummed to himself, running his fingertips over the toys, pondering on the decision of which to take out. They were a wide variety of colours, some just one solid colour but most were some combination of a few. He thought they looked pretty, with the swirls of colour going through the rubber. He wondered sometimes just how they managed it, to get all the different colours like that. He supposed he’d never find out, though he didn’t mind the mystery.
His fingers eventually settled on one of the large tentacle ones which were shades of pink, purple and blue. The shaft was covered in round suckers of various sizes, large ones at the base and smaller ones towards the tip. He ran his fingers against the suckers, smiling at feel of them before stepping from the closet, closing the doors before heading back to the bed.
Andy set the toy on the sheets, grabbing the lube from the bedside table before climbing on and getting into a comfortable position. He popped open the lube, spreading a generous amount over a few of his fingers. He’d done this plenty of times of course, but not for awhile. He had considered bringing one of his toys on tour before, maybe just one of the small ones, but he’d decided against it. He just knew that somehow, if he did, Pete would find it and then he’d never hear the end of it. He shook the thought from his mind, shifting his fingers down between his legs. He closed his eyes, gasping softly as he pressed them between his cheeks, running them along his cleft until the tips rubbed against his hole. With a low moan he pressed two of them inside him, sinking his fingers into himself.
This was another advantage to being home like this. He could be as loud as he wanted without having to worry about being heard. That and he could take as long as he wanted. He didn’t need to rush, like he’d have to on tour when their was so little privacy and alone time. He let out a groan as he started to move his fingers, giving them a twist before withdrawing them and sliding them back in.
Part of him wanted to take his time, to draw it out, after all he had the whole day to do this if he wanted. But there was a bigger part of him that wanted the toy in him as soon as possible. It was the latter part that won out and he sped up his movements, twisting and spreading his fingers to work himself open.
It didn’t take long before his first two fingers were joined by a third, all of them sliding in and out, parting them inside him. He did his best to avoid his spot, but occasionally the tips brushed against it, making his cock twitch and causing him to moan. He did his best to get himself as open as possible before removing his fingers, an involuntary whimper leaving his lips at the loss of them.
Andy’s fingers easily found the lube again and he squirted some over the toy. He made sure to spread it over the rubber until it was coated and glistening. He set the lube back down on the sheets beside him, so he could take the toy in both hand and guide it towards his hole. The tip of the tentacle brushed against his opening and he gasped, bracing himself before easing it inside. It wasn’t one of his bigger toys, but it was still nice and thick and he groaned as ever inch of it filled him. The way the suckers felt against his insides made him moan and he kept pushing it inside him until the tentacle was fully inside him.
He took a few breaths to steady himself, enjoying the fullness of the toy, which made his belly bulge slightly. He allowed himself a few moments before starting to move the toy, gripping the base and twisting it inside him. Andy moaned, his eyes lidding as he played with the toy, easing it out a little and sliding it back inside.
Sometimes while he did this he’d let his mind wonder, imagining that this wasn’t a toy but instead it was some sort of creature inside him, fucking him against the mattress. What the creature looked like depended on what the toy he was using was. A werewolf, a centaur, some shapeless beast. When it was a tentacled toy he’d usually picture a mass of tentacles holding him down, using him until he sprayed over himself. He moaned at the thought, his hole squeezing needily around the toy that filled him. He did wish such creatures were real and that they’d use him until he was a sweating, sobbing mess.
He kept one hand on the base of the toy, keeping up the movements, a mix of thrusts and twists, while his other ghosted over his thigh until it arrived at his aching cock. His fingers, still a little slick with lube, wrapped around his shaft and he started to move them right away. There’s be plenty of time for him to draw this out another time, or to cum without touching himself. He’d done that before, but right now he was too desperate to wait.
One advantage of being a drummer was being able to use both hands to keep time, which came in very handy in times like this. While the hand pumping his cock moved fairly quickly, his other hand withdrew the toy and slammed it back inside. Each movement made him groan and he rocked his hips up into his hand. He knew he’d not last and honestly he didn’t care, he just needed to cum from being filled.
His mind drifted again, picturing a tentacles creature, holding him down against the sheets. He pictured his lips parted, a tentacle thrusting between them, moving at a more languid pace then the one that filled his ass. He groaned, his hips arching up off the bed, giving the toy another twist inside him, the suckers rubbing against his spot. That was what did it and he let out a wordless cry, cumming over the ink on his belly.
He panted heavily as he came down from his orgasm, the toy remaining inside him as he let go of both it and his dick. He’d leave it in there for awhile, maybe he’d even use it on himself once he’d caught his breath. He smiles to himself, running his fingers through the slickness across his skin, bringing them to his lips to lick it away.
Maybe one day he’d show his collection to someone else and let them use them on him. Maybe.
But for now he’d take the time to rest and enjoy the feeling of being so well filled.
Pairing: Andy Hurley
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Sex Toys
Warnings: toys, thoughts of tentacles and monster fucking
Notes: For Fade, hope you feel better (and yeah the titles a bit sucky but it’s 3am so…). And yeah I really need an Andy icon
Andy was glad to be home again. Sure, touring was awesome and he loved playing in front of crowds and meeting fans, but it sure was tiring. Being back home meant there was no schedule, that you could sleep in your own bed, do what you wanted and just… relax.
And yeah, at home he didn’t have to deal with Pete being Pete. He loved the guy, but sometimes his levels of chaos could be…
But he’d had a good night’s sleep and now he wanted to unwind in a different way. He slipped out of bed, heading towards the closet in the corner of the room. He took a breath then reached up and opening the doors, his eyes taking in his collection within. Inside the closet were a series of shelves and standing on them were dildos of various shapes and sizes. Some looked just like regular dicks, but most of them were stranger shapes. Some had thick knots at their bases. Others looked like tongues, or tentacles.
He hummed to himself, running his fingertips over the toys, pondering on the decision of which to take out. They were a wide variety of colours, some just one solid colour but most were some combination of a few. He thought they looked pretty, with the swirls of colour going through the rubber. He wondered sometimes just how they managed it, to get all the different colours like that. He supposed he’d never find out, though he didn’t mind the mystery.
His fingers eventually settled on one of the large tentacle ones which were shades of pink, purple and blue. The shaft was covered in round suckers of various sizes, large ones at the base and smaller ones towards the tip. He ran his fingers against the suckers, smiling at feel of them before stepping from the closet, closing the doors before heading back to the bed.
Andy set the toy on the sheets, grabbing the lube from the bedside table before climbing on and getting into a comfortable position. He popped open the lube, spreading a generous amount over a few of his fingers. He’d done this plenty of times of course, but not for awhile. He had considered bringing one of his toys on tour before, maybe just one of the small ones, but he’d decided against it. He just knew that somehow, if he did, Pete would find it and then he’d never hear the end of it. He shook the thought from his mind, shifting his fingers down between his legs. He closed his eyes, gasping softly as he pressed them between his cheeks, running them along his cleft until the tips rubbed against his hole. With a low moan he pressed two of them inside him, sinking his fingers into himself.
This was another advantage to being home like this. He could be as loud as he wanted without having to worry about being heard. That and he could take as long as he wanted. He didn’t need to rush, like he’d have to on tour when their was so little privacy and alone time. He let out a groan as he started to move his fingers, giving them a twist before withdrawing them and sliding them back in.
Part of him wanted to take his time, to draw it out, after all he had the whole day to do this if he wanted. But there was a bigger part of him that wanted the toy in him as soon as possible. It was the latter part that won out and he sped up his movements, twisting and spreading his fingers to work himself open.
It didn’t take long before his first two fingers were joined by a third, all of them sliding in and out, parting them inside him. He did his best to avoid his spot, but occasionally the tips brushed against it, making his cock twitch and causing him to moan. He did his best to get himself as open as possible before removing his fingers, an involuntary whimper leaving his lips at the loss of them.
Andy’s fingers easily found the lube again and he squirted some over the toy. He made sure to spread it over the rubber until it was coated and glistening. He set the lube back down on the sheets beside him, so he could take the toy in both hand and guide it towards his hole. The tip of the tentacle brushed against his opening and he gasped, bracing himself before easing it inside. It wasn’t one of his bigger toys, but it was still nice and thick and he groaned as ever inch of it filled him. The way the suckers felt against his insides made him moan and he kept pushing it inside him until the tentacle was fully inside him.
He took a few breaths to steady himself, enjoying the fullness of the toy, which made his belly bulge slightly. He allowed himself a few moments before starting to move the toy, gripping the base and twisting it inside him. Andy moaned, his eyes lidding as he played with the toy, easing it out a little and sliding it back inside.
Sometimes while he did this he’d let his mind wonder, imagining that this wasn’t a toy but instead it was some sort of creature inside him, fucking him against the mattress. What the creature looked like depended on what the toy he was using was. A werewolf, a centaur, some shapeless beast. When it was a tentacled toy he’d usually picture a mass of tentacles holding him down, using him until he sprayed over himself. He moaned at the thought, his hole squeezing needily around the toy that filled him. He did wish such creatures were real and that they’d use him until he was a sweating, sobbing mess.
He kept one hand on the base of the toy, keeping up the movements, a mix of thrusts and twists, while his other ghosted over his thigh until it arrived at his aching cock. His fingers, still a little slick with lube, wrapped around his shaft and he started to move them right away. There’s be plenty of time for him to draw this out another time, or to cum without touching himself. He’d done that before, but right now he was too desperate to wait.
One advantage of being a drummer was being able to use both hands to keep time, which came in very handy in times like this. While the hand pumping his cock moved fairly quickly, his other hand withdrew the toy and slammed it back inside. Each movement made him groan and he rocked his hips up into his hand. He knew he’d not last and honestly he didn’t care, he just needed to cum from being filled.
His mind drifted again, picturing a tentacles creature, holding him down against the sheets. He pictured his lips parted, a tentacle thrusting between them, moving at a more languid pace then the one that filled his ass. He groaned, his hips arching up off the bed, giving the toy another twist inside him, the suckers rubbing against his spot. That was what did it and he let out a wordless cry, cumming over the ink on his belly.
He panted heavily as he came down from his orgasm, the toy remaining inside him as he let go of both it and his dick. He’d leave it in there for awhile, maybe he’d even use it on himself once he’d caught his breath. He smiles to himself, running his fingers through the slickness across his skin, bringing them to his lips to lick it away.
Maybe one day he’d show his collection to someone else and let them use them on him. Maybe.
But for now he’d take the time to rest and enjoy the feeling of being so well filled.
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Date: 2021-09-18 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-18 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-20 03:30 pm (UTC)i liked the open-ended ness of the ending, of maybe introducing his love of the more 'unusual' to someone else ;)
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Date: 2021-09-20 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-21 04:41 pm (UTC)i'm sorry i'm late on this, i've been feeling really unwell.
but that was really hot, you write solo so well! i like that he was thinking of monsterfucking the whole time... naughty boy, andy. i agree with the other person who commented - it would be nice to see a sequel with another person joining. :)
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Date: 2021-09-21 05:36 pm (UTC)I hope you’re feeling better now *hugs*
Thank! I’m glad you thought so 🖤 oh yes 😏 mmmm maybe I’ll have to do one