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but sir, that’s my emotional support unachievable dream scenario that I came up with in my head

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can you do a hc for Brendon and reader getting married young (afycso era) and she’s like a senior in high school please

I’m not super in love with how this turned out but I wrote it forever ago and I actually wrote it twice because I didn’t like how it turned out the first time either. Anyways I hope you like it hehe sorry this is 88 years late

“Baby, are you sure you want to go through with this? We can always wait if you want. I’m 100% in, you know that I’m absolutely crazy over you but, I don’t want you to regret anything.” Brendon tells you, concern in his eyes as he softly brushes your cheek.

“There’s nothing that would ever make me regret you, now c’mon, let’s go do something crazy!” You tell him with a wide grin.

He takes your hand and smiles just as wide, and the two of you giggle as you race to his car.

You had decided that the day you turned 18, you and Brendon were going to get married. Just the two of you, nothing fancy, exactly how you wanted it.

You’d been together since freshman year, but you basically grew up together.

You met Brendon in 4th grade when you moved across the street from him and his family, and you were inseparable ever since.

Brendon was already 18, but since you were still both in high school, neither of your parents would allow you to move out together.

Brendon’s band was starting to take off, and you made decent money at the job you had, so the bills weren’t as much of a worry as they would be for any other young couple.

You had both come to the conclusion that they’d have to allow it if you were to get married, so that became the plan. You’d done all the research and paperwork ahead of time, so everything was ready for the day you could finally say I do.

Brendon drove quickly to the courthouse, one hand locked in yours tightly.

“I can’t wait to call you my wife.” He says lovingly, stealing a glance at you before turning back to the road.

“I can’t wait to BE your wife. I love you so much” You tell him, squeezing his hand.

He smiles softly and squeezes back.

“I love you more”

Your sweet moment was interrupted by Brendon’s phone ringing.

His best friend Spencer’s photo popped up on the screen, and Brendon quickly answered.

“Hey dude can I call you back later? Y/N and I are on our way to get married” He said quickly, looking over at you with a mischievous grin.

“Yeah yeah that’s fi- wait WHAT?” Spencer yelled, but Brendon didn’t give him an explanation before hanging up, cackling as he did.

“Well, we’re here! Let’s go get married, baby.” Brendon said softly before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

Less than an hour later, you walked out of the courthouse hand in hand with Brendon, now officially a married couple.

“Our parents are totally gonna kill us… worth it.” Brendon tells you as you walked to his car.

You giggle in response and nod your head, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before he put the car in drive.

“Totally worth it”

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I’ve missed this account

We’ve missed all of you! We’ve all had a lot going on recently, and apologize for lack of posting! ❤️

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The Toaster

B has a pain kink. We’ve discussed this. At length. (And width? Depth? Unf.)

He’s probably an exhibitionist, too

He’s selfish and won’t do anything unless HE enjoys it

He doesn’t want to feel pressured into taking his shirt off

He’s said before that he was cut af by the end of the last TWTL show. He’s aware he knows what he looks like (see below)

Not feeling pressured + only doing things he likes + hormone surge by every last person in the audience = He’s doing it on purpose and (probably?) getting off on it

He gets half hard on the way UP in that toaster knowing several thousand people want to fuck him the second they see him coming up stripped down to nothing but those leather pants

He wades through the scent of horny bitches’ pheromones like he’s approaching a den of hungry lions

He’s trained for this kind of thing for literally years

He can read the crowd: pants, whines, whimpers and screams so he has to move carefully

“If I roll my hips right now, there will be a riot and the venue will spontaneously combust. Must. Be. Careful.”

Once breathing has resumed and orgasm-sounds subside, he can once again be a mf tease

(See below) Does this motion go with the song or is he motioning, “Me. Griping. Jerking off.”

Alternatively, “I need you to give me a hand job. My dick is pressed hard into the front of my leather pants and I need relief.”

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You’re slow dancing with Brendon in the living room as Lover quietly plays on the record player

You have a fire going and Brendon is softly singing along in your ear

He looks down at you with tears in his eyes and grinning because he’s just so in love

He tells you often how much he loves you, but in that moment he remembered all the times he felt he’d never find someone who would put up with him and actually love him, and reciprocate the love he had to give.

You lay your head on his chest and remind him you’re in it for the long haul, he’ll never lose you.

You look up into his eyes and stand taller to give him a soft, sweet kiss just as the song finishes.

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This is what he looks like after a rough “I need to fuck the wicked out of you” sex session

Sweat rolling down his body

Flushed skin

Damp/limp hair

Stomach still tensed from rapid succession hip rolling and thrusting

Arms limp from the effort of holding you up on his hips, against a wall, wrists overhead

Smiling bc he knows. He just does.

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Reader cries after sex because of being overwhelmed with emotion??? Love you guys

Brendon runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the dark fringe out of his eyes so he can look down into yours

He lifts his brows in the center, seeing sparkling tears filling your eyes

Still breathless, he licks over his swollen lips and searches your expression

You move into the gentle caress of your cheek as he wipes your tears away from your flushed skin with his thumb

“Fuck I’m... so... sorry, babe,” he pants, kissing over your trembling lips. “Did I... did I hurt you?”

For some reason that makes you burst into a sob that wracks your whole frame under him

You shake your head, indicating that no, he did not hurt you, but he’s not entirely convinced and winces when you throw your arm over your eyes in an attempt to hide your face

It’s just that all of those hormones and pheromones and watching his perfect body when he kissed inside your thighs and how the muscles in his arms and chest and shoulders flexed as he climbed over you and settled between your legs was just a LOT

“I’m... sorry, Bren,” you sniffle, trying desperately to get your emotions under control

“Shhhhhh,” he whispers gently, dropping his head, nuzzling your neck

He knows he has to do it. And hates that he has to.

His voice has already dropped, and a husky, rough tone resonates from his throat

“Darlin’? Darlin’ I need to ah... pull out. Relax, babe...”

With that “relax”, he slips a hand down between your two overheated bodies and presses his palm to your lower tummy

“Nooo,” you whine, almost howl, feeling your insides bear down on him even tighter

He gasps and you let out a shaky breath when his thumb slips down to circle your clit, making you contract and release so he can draw his hips back

He sucks in a hiss of breath feeling the cool sheets against his hot cock when he pulls out and lies down on his tummy nestled down between your bent knees

You instinctively spread your fingers across his back, desperate to keep him close, and the tears turn into shuddering sobs

Resting his upper body weight on his forearms tucked under your shoulders, he kisses your lips softly and gives you the widest brown puppy eyes

“Babydoll, hey...”

He looks slightly hopeful when you manage to let out a slow, deep breath and rub your eyes with the back of your hands

“There’s my girl,” he says with a squinted smile. “What can I do to make it feel better, angel? You know I’d do anything”

Nibbling on your lip, you decide after a long few seconds to tell him

Searching his gorgeous features, you trace over his pouting lips and sigh. “Bren? I need you to fuck me.”

“I know, babe”

Shifting your hips under him, your hot center slips along the slightest friction made by his happy trail and you whine and buck up under him to get your point across

Dropping his head down to kiss your clavicle, his hair drags over your sensitive skin

“Two pumps and done, B? TWO?”

He can’t quite look you in the eye so he mumbles into your neck

“You were just so goddamn tight, babe...”

“Tell me about it! I’m... I feel... desperate...”

Tears fill your eyes again and spill down your cheeks. Your coiled up insides make the rest of your tensed up body tremor with need

“Shhhhh,” he hushes, kissing down between your breasts, letting you tangle your fingers in his hair and rock yourself up into his stomach for the slightest bit of friction that makes your eyes slip closed and head drop back

You’ve pinned his ribs between your thighs and don’t see but rather feel two of his fingertips pressed to your panting lips

“Lick,” he says between nips and kisses, lifting your body when he hooks your knees over his shoulders and sits up onto his own knees, resting your back along his thighs

You whine against his fingers and when he says, “Release,” and goes to circle your nipples, he glances down at you from between your thighs

“I may be done,” he purrs, giving you a seductively arched brow and wicked smirk, “but I never said I was done with you.”

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am i being loud?

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Just imagine that but with no shirt.

Dark ropes contrasting with his smooth pale skin.

Running your fingertips between the ropes.

Nuzzling under his chin as he whines.

Watching his arm muscles flex as he tries to touch you.

Sitting astride his thighs as he’s tied down to the bed.

His abs contracting as he tries to sit up to reach you.

Sliding up his thighs slowly, but stopping before you come into contact with his cock.

Positioning your hips above his, smiling as his cock twitches to try to reach you.

Dropping down just enough so that his head brushes through your folds.

You stop and lean over to kiss him before telling him that you’ve been working out and you want to see how long you can hold yourself up over him.

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Hi can you pls do an HC where Brendon and the reader adopt a puppy? It doesn’t have to be penny or bogart it can be a random dog if you want haha

“Bren, no. We aren’t getting a puppy.”

Brendon had begged for a puppy for weeks, and you actually had decided to surprise him with one, but you had to pretend to remain firm.

“But honey, we decided we don’t want any human babies, so let’s get a fluffy baby instead! They’re so much better!”

“I agree, but we just can’t take that on right now. Please just drop it, okay?” You plead.

He nods disappointedly, and you change the subject by suggesting dinner.

Weeks go buy and he hardly mentions wanting a puppy, you can tell he’s really trying for you. It melts your heart.

The puppy you had decided to surprise him with was only a few days from being able to come home with you, and you’d already set up her pickup day for a day Brendon had meetings scheduled.

The day finally arrived and as soon as Brendon left for the day, you started puppy proofing the house.

You’d secretly purchased everything you’d need for her earlier in the week and kept the bags in the trunk of your car.

Once the house was all set, you finally drove to get the fluffy baby of Brendon’s dreams.

She was a small rescued terrier mix, and you couldn’t wait to give her all the love she deserved.

You spent the day cuddling and playing with her, and getting her accustomed to the house, until you heard the front door lock click open.

You’d texted Brendon that you had a surprise for him and that when he got home to wait by the door with his eyes closed.

“Baaaabe I’m home. My eyes are closed, what’s going on?” He yells from the door.

You scoop up the puppy and walk to where Brendon stood.

“Ok hold out your hands.” You instruct. He does as he’s told and you place the small pup into them.

His eyes fly open and he takes a moment to process before he breaks into the biggest smile.

“But I thought-“

“Let’s be real Bren, I could never seriously turn down the opportunity for a puppy. Nor would I turn down the opportunity to raise one with you.” You tell him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

He smiles warmly and turns his attention back to the puppy, lifting her to his face.

She immediately attacks him with kisses.

“Best day ever?” You ask him

“Best day ever.” He confirms with a kiss.

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That bicep wrapped around you as he pounds into you from behind.

He pulls out and pauses to make you beg and whine.

He licks the sweat off your back.

His tongue flicking teasingly against your spine.

His lips nibbling at each vertebrae.

Warm body draped over you.

Soft hands palming at your breasts.

His cock in you but not moving as he teases sensations on the rest of your body.

You wiggle your ass trying to get him to move.

He spanks you and tells you to behave, and he’ll move when he’s ready.

You whine and clench around him, and he smacks you again in warning.

You grumble that HE is the one being a tease, and it’s not fair.

He reminds you that he doesn’t have to be fair. You know the rules.

He reaches down and parts your folds to tease at your clit.

You buck in his hand and he pulls out, telling you that you don’t get his dick or his fingers if you won’t stay still.

He groans into your neck when as you still. but he feels the slick heat on his fingertips.

You get more wet at his groan, and he groans again as he feels it.

Those fingers thoomin on your clit.

He rubs hard, no light teasing. He WANTS you quivering under him.

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I had sent in 2 HC requests for Brendon a few weeks back and haven’t seen any posted. I’m not sure if you got them or need me to send them in again.

We’re super backlogged with requests at the moment, but we’re working through them!

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Lamp.

Summer tour is the worst.

Not because of the heat, overpriced food, or choking dust stirred up in the pit.

Brendon warms up and shrugs off his suit jacket two songs in.

And then peels off his tee for the drum solo.

He tosses it at you just off stage with a wink and a smile. It’s damp and smells like him.

Zack makes an “ew” face and takes it from you using pinchy fingers or drum sticks.

He tortures you in leather pants, riding way too low around his hips

His Fortnite dancing, backflips and pressing his hips forward as he leans back for a high note makes them slip a little further down

By the time he’s shifting his weight on the balls of his feet to Casual Affair, you’re ready to hurl your empty Aquafina bottle at him and shout, “Speed it up, Urie!”

Of course Zack would catch your arm before release so it wouldn’t do any good anyway.

He bounces down off stage with a grin, chest and stomach pink blotched and sweat slipping down his center line.

You toss a black towel as his face so he can rub it briskly over his limp hair.

He chuckles when you flash him an annoyed glance on the bus.

Zack makes sure your hotel room is in good shape and then leaves you two alone.

You check the view, Brendon drops his bag on the chair.

“Mm’ gonna have a shower,” he tells you, cracking two beers from the mini fridge.

When you take the bottle from him, he flashes one of his signature arched eyebrows that says “are you going to confess what’s on your mind or do I have to drag it out of you?”

You decide he’ll have to drag it.

Rolling your eyes, you press your spread fingertips to his chest so he’ll turn and let you pass by him.

You’ve headed to the bathroom, turned on the water, and started to take off your earrings.

He appears in the doorway, stripped down to nothing except the hand towel he’s covering himself with.

Stepping out of your shorts, you struggle with peeling your sweaty top up and off, so he clutches the bottom and helps you out the rest of the way.

“You like the show?” He grins thinking he’s clever.

You’re hot, tired, and annoyed. “I hate you.”

He laughs out loud dropping his towel and pulls your hips into his. “I love you too, baby.”

Not ten seconds later after that first kiss and he’s backing you up to the foot of the bed.

Catching under your ass, he lifts you up and practically tosses you onto the mattress with a bounce.

Dragging down your panties, you can hear him panting already and you reach out for him.

He goes to climb up over you, shoving your thighs apart with his knees.

You aren’t prepared for him to thrust his hips forward that voraciously, or you’d have gripped onto the sheets more tightly.

Instead, he jerks his hips forward, and his sweat combined with your sunscreen makes things extra slippery, and you slide on the tight fitted sheets and unceremoniously flail an arm into the bedside lamp, sending it flying, sparking, and shattering on the floor.

“Geez, B! We broke the damn lamp!”

He rolls off and laughs out loud. “I have such an effect on you it’s incredible. VERY illuminating.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

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puffin’

(last picture is my fave)

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roomba hc??

A/N: Meant it to be funny. Turned into smut. I guess smut just happens sometimes. Less HC and more one shot. I failed again.

“No, babe, Penny has her own bed. Pleeeeeease put her back in it,” you plead, sitting up in your own bed to glance across the room.

Sure enough, she flipped her (very expensive) bed over and went to Brendon whining for attention like every night.

That “rrrrrruff” and whine could wake him from a dead sleep. He’d scoop her up from the floor on one arm, tuck her into his chest, and pass right out again.

It’s not that you minded having fur babies on the bed. And to be fair, it was fucking adorable to see him cuddle puppies.

But there would be times when you’d reach for him during the night, or back up against him in those sweatpants, wanting some attention of your own, only to be greeted with a slobbery lick up the back of your neck that’d send you squirming back to your side of the bed.

You knew flicking on the light that you’d be met with two sets of puppy eyes, but damnit, you had to hold your ground on this.

He gave you the biggest yawn and the softest, messy haired, gaze and rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand while still holding Penny close.

“But babe, she was crying. I can’t leave her down there all cold and crying like that. She needs me.”

It was so hard, especially watching him kiss on her ear and close his long eyelashes again.

He wasn’t doing it on purpose to annoy you or anything. He just loved the little thing so much.

With a heavy sigh and a click of your bedside lamp, you slid under the covers again. It wasn’t but a minute before Penny was making a “hrrrrrnnnnn huuurrrrrr” snore against his chest.

Should have been YOU nuzzled into his perfect skin. ‘What, am I jealous of a dog?’ you thought to yourself and conceded, ‘yeah, little bit.’

The next day you’re sitting in the living room and Penny is already nosing at the box you’re opening, presuming it’s for her.

You’ve ordered a couple things for the house, some dog toys, a vape pen battery, and a roomba.

You say, “Back it up, pup,” although she never listens to you, only to her dad.

Setting the device on the floor, you push one of the buttons to see if it’s charged and it lurches to life making Penny flinch, back up, and start barking aggressively. She turns tail and runs out to the studio to find dad, because of course she does.

You decide maybe you’ll leave the roomba outside your bedroom door that night so maybe you’ll get some actual alone time with Brendon.

He comes in with her body draped over his forearm and her head in his palm. She has him wrapped around her paw.

“Ooh! New toy!” he lights up, sitting on the couch next to you on the floor. You click it on to show him how it works. It glides across the hardwood floors easily.

Penny barks, growls and wiggles to which she receives differing levels of tone from him. “HEY. No barking. S’okay, Pennyyy. Penny Laaaane you’re a pretty giiiirl.”

Just when it appears she’s won his attention, again, you decide to let her have it and climb up onto the couch beside him. He has an arm to wrap around you both, thumbing loving little strokes against her chest and your arm.

“You wanna get some food?” he asks, but you don’t say anything until he brushes his lips over your forehead and asks again, to which he receives, “Oh, me? Of course.”

Letting her curl up in his lap, he thumbs through his phone while you decide on pizza toppings together. When you’re ordered up, he slips his fingers under your chin, lifts your head and gives you the softest, sweetest, lingering kiss and you simply can’t help pushing apart his flannel.

Just as you’re starting to paw inside his thigh, you feel a wet nose press into your hand and a “rrrrrrrrr” sound. “Oh come ON, really?!” you cry out, beyond exasperated.

He frowns for a minute, squinting behind his glasses, and looks between you and her and you again. Lifting his eyebrows, he just then gets it. “Babe. Has Penny Lane been cock blocking you?”

“What? No. Shut up.” Just as you’re getting up, he catches your hand. And scoops up the pup from his lap, depositing her carefully at your feet. Flashing his dark eyes at you, he purrs, “Come here, baby,” so of course you climb back onto the couch, this time spreading your thighs against his hips so you can sit properly in his lap. Once you’re eye level and settled, he bites his lip and sighs, “Hey... never again. Promise.”

He’s so good about making pretty much everything melt away when he captures your mouth with his, puts his hands around your waist, and starts lifting off your top. “Pizza?” you breathe, when you part just long enough for him to slip it off over your head and pull you by the hips even closer.

His lips always get so red and cheeks so pink whenever you kiss and you honestly live for it. “I’ll get the door... when it gets here...” he pants between kisses, just long enough to tug off his flannel and rip his t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor so he can get his hands on your skin again.

The moment he goes for your neck and you claw his arms, he growls. And then so does Penny. From the floor. When neither of you respond, she hops up and presses her nose right between you. You’re too busy gasping at him mouthing down your neck to bother with her, but he slips a forearm between her chest and you.

He’s already making his way down and catching a nipple when you start to whine and rock against him, tugging at his hair and arching despite both sets of growls. “Fuck I need you, B.”

Lifting his head, his hair all in his face, he pulls off his glasses and tosses them on the table. “You need a minute?” which is code for, ‘go put your diaphragm in so I can fuck you mercilessly until you come on me.’

Repeating, “I need a minute,” you scramble up and practically run down the hall. You know he’s going to want to get at least one solid, quivering orgasm out of you before dinner.

But then as soon as you make it to the bathroom, you hear Miss Nickel barking like mad and your heart sinks. She’s going to do it AGAIN.

Coming back just in your panties, arms folded across your chest, you lean against the doorway. He’s not on the couch, so you call for him. He returns from the kitchen, glasses on, wearing such a proud smirk. You ask him what he did, but he won’t answer, catching your hand and helping you lie back on the couch. He swears under his breath, eyeing your naked curves, and palms himself through his sweatpants, knowing he’s got to calm down a bit if he’s going to last.

He does his casual climbing up over you move, kissing his way up your body and settles between your legs, catching a knee to draw your outside thigh up your hip. It’s not a new move but it drives you crazy.

As soon as he teases your lips parted, you hear a dog sneeze. Right by your head. You whimper and he breaks into a chuckle. “What’s so...” you begin to ask, but he drops an arm over the side and nudges the roomba away from bumping up against the couch. You watch for a solid 30 seconds as the device glides across the floor, taking Penny, who is perched on top and riding along silently, into the next room.

He’s still giggling and drops his head into your chest when you ask what he’d done. There are tears in his eyes when he glances up just long enough to see her cross the hall, looking rather stoic. “I put googly eyes on the thing and now she thinks it’s one of HER.”

Sure enough, as she makes another pass in the other direction, you can clearly see on either side of the roomba, two giant googly eyes have been glued on. And the thing does actually resemble her a bit. You can’t help but break into a giggle too. 

He’d saved the day. And given the Princess of the house a ridiculous throne to call her own.

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Thanks for 100 followers my vros! We’re shocked and eternally grateful!

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Masterlist

Pineapple

Cat

Airplane

Drunk B

First Time

B’s First Blowjob

Firefighter

Pregnancy

Life With New Baby (Pregnancy Sequel)

Halloween

Ballet

Getting Caught by Parents

B’s First Threesome

Period

Falling Asleep After Returning from Tour

Caught Cheating on Tour

Home

Brendon Admits He’s in Love

Baking

Pegging

Shower

Power Outage 

Self Harm

Roomba

Lamp

Bicep

Puppy

Crying After Sex

After Sex

Lover

The Toaster