#emo trinity smut

[st4rlov3r]

"The dance of flesh on flesh has rendered us blind..."

Ryan Ross (circa 2004) x Reader

NSFW, Regular fuckin', no fetish, Y/N is a trans-girl who still has a dick X3

"Relax," you tell yourself, "it's only Ryan's bedroom, no big deal". You open the door and accept your fate. You instantly clock the song Ryan's stereo is playing - Venus and Bacchus by Saetia. Screamo? Maybe he doesn't want to fuck after all. You wouldn't mind fucking to Saetia - the vocals are kinda sexy.

Ryan is smoking a cigarette, limp-wristed, extra-fruitily.

"Hey, Y/N" he says in his familiar, sexy tone "Take a seat here next to me on the windowsill"

Anything he says is poetry. Ryan's scent makes you want to die - in a good way.

"Can I take a drag" you say - Ryan obliges. You hope he'll be as obliging later.

You notice something. Ryan is watching you place the cigarette between your lips with an intensity you've never seen in him before.

"What're you looking at?" you enquire.

"I-uh-nothing…" Ryan splutters out "I… just never noticed… your lips… so pillowy".

You can sense Ryan getting lost in you as he leans forward and locks his lips with yours, as you put the cigarette out on the Eric Cartman ashtray.

Before long, you've got Ryan's cock in your mouth. It's big. You let your mouth fill up with spit as you press your tongue against Ryan's dick. Once you're ready, Ryan grabs your pretty scene girl hair and starts fucking your mouth growing in speed as his moans grow louder. Ryan pulls out abruptly - he wants to fuck you properly.

Ryan picks you up and tosses you onto the bed - pulling down your mini-skirt and your pink & black striped tights, letting your own big dick spring free. Ryan preps you, before swiftly thrusting into your asshole. You feel his hands drift from your hips, up your torso, before finally grabbing your tits.

"Fuck Y/N… such big fucking tits"

You're in too much bliss to respond. You feel like such a desperate little slut as Ryan's big dick slams against your prostate.

"Fuck… wanna breed you so bad, baby"

You're in too much bliss to respond. You just know your whines are so pathetic as you edge closer. It's not long until it's over as Ryan cums deep inside you, triggering you to shoot white hot over your tummy.

After Ryan cleans you up, you collapse next to him. You happily bury yourself in his armpit, the intoxicating scent of vanilla deodorant mixed with sweat.

"Was that great or what, Y/N?"

You're in too much bliss to respond.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

High School Reunion- Patrick Stump

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summary: you go to your high school reunion and bump into old friends. but seeing a certain someone makes you question your life

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i did NOT proof read this so if there’s any spelling mistakes pls excuse them 🙏

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i fiddled with my car keys, an uneasy feeling in my stomach. i sighed before opening my car door and getting out. i stared at the club, seeing people walk in and out. i shut my door and locked the car. i took in a deep breath before heading towards the building. once i told the bouncer my name, he let me in. i didn’t want to be here, but it’s my high school reunion. i was nervous to be here alone, all my friends i had became exes so i really had no one here. my eyes scanned the room, seeing so many familiar faces. i walked towards the bar, instantly wanting a drink. i saw my wedding ring glisten in the club lights. my heart skipped a beat, feeling some sort of guilt that i forgot i was married. i shook off the guilt once i remember how unhappy i am with him. i sat down on the stool, waiting patiently for the bartender.

“what can i get you?” the woman asked.

“shots of tequila, please.”

“coming up.” she started making my drink.

she placed at least 5 shots of tequila in front of me. i didn’t hesitate to grab them and quickly swallowed. i took a quick look at my ring, somewhat glad my husband was working today. he would’ve forced me to stay by him all night, and i wouldn’t be downing these shots.

“y/n? is that you?” i hear behind me.

i turned around to see joe trohman, my old best friend.

“holy shit, joe?” a smile breaks out on my face.

“holy shit, how have you been?” he brought me into a hug.

“livin’ the best life.” i lied.

“how about you, still in that band?” i ask.

“yup! one of our records sold millions!” he beams.

“oh joe! i’m so proud of you!” i smile.

“you should come say hi to the rest of the band!”

“are you sure? i’ll be intruding.” i say.

“it’s no worries, don’t you remember all of us hanging out? going out to get pizza and end up blasting music in pete’s shitty old car.” he laughed.

“i totally forgot! it’s been so long since i’ve heard from you guys.” i grab a shot.

“let’s take one together.” he took a shot.

“ready? go!” he exclaimed.

we both tilted our heads back, making the liquid go down smoothly.

“now we’re talkin’! let’s go.” he lead me to a booth.

“guys! guess who i found!” he pointed at me.

“Y/N!” they all yelled.

i looked at everyone in the booth. of course they all looked different, but i could still recognize them. andy had short hair now and a lot, and i mean a lot, of tattoos coving his arms. pete has tattoos as well, plus he grew out of his emo phase, i’ll miss that guy-liner. then there he was, my high school crush, patrick stump. he looked so different, a black fedora sat perfectly on his head.

“h-hey guys.” i waved at them.

“it’s been so long. how have you been?” pete stood up and hugged me.

“i’ve been great. how about you guys? joe told me you’ve sold millions with a record.” i say.

“yup! our band blew up!” andy beamed.

i sat down next to joe, catching up with the guys.

“woah, y/n. is that a wedding ring?” andy asks.

i look down at the ring, a feeling of sadness filled me.

“oh, yeah. it is.” i awkwardly chuckled.

“who’s the lucky man?” joe playfully winked at me.

“oh uh, y-you wouldn’t know him.” i fiddled with my ring.

“he’s a lucky man.” patrick spoke up.

hearing his voice made my breath hitch. tears started to form, threatening to spill.

i quickly stood up, excusing myself to the bathroom. i ran into a stall, having my back against the wall. i started sobbing, rethinking my whole life. once i started dating my husband, i was happy. we laughed and had our fun times but once we married, i was just a person in the house. i’ve had thoughts about divorce but couldn’t bring myself to it. but seeing patrick again brought back so many memories, memories of how much i’ve liked him.

i wiped my tears and stared at my ring. i quickly took it off, shoving it inside my pocket. i walked back out to the floor, wanting to go home. i looked back at the booth, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye. i walked back over, their eyes landed on me.

“are you okay?” pete asked.

“yeah, totally! i’ve got to go, it’s getting late.” i lied.

“here, let me give you my number, so we can stay in touch.” joe wrote down his number on a napkin and gave me it.

“thanks, i’ll call you in the morning.” i tell him.

“see you guys later!” i waved.

i quickly walked out the club, wanting to get away.

“y/n! wait!” i hear someone yell.

i turn around to see patrick running towards me.

“what’s up-“ i was cut off by his lips on mine.

i felt a warm feeling that i haven’t felt for years. i instantly kissed back, our lips molding together. he quickly pulled away, the look of guilt spreading across his face.

“i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that, i know you have a husband- i just really like you. i’ve liked you since high school, but never had the guts to tell you. seeing you tonight has brought back so many emotions and memories. i’m so sorry.” he rambled on.

“shut up and kiss me again.” i mutter before pulling him into another kiss.

he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“can we go somewhere private?” he whispered.

“your place. my husband would be home soon.” i said.

“oh god, your husband. i totally forgot, we can’t do this.” patrick pulled away.

“don’t go, please. get in the car and i’ll explain.” i held onto his hand.

“okay…” he hesitated.

we got into the car and sat in silence for a few minutes.

“i’m unhappy, ‘trick. i don’t love him, not as much as i did before we got married.” i confessed.

“is that why you took your ring off?” he pointed at my hand.

“oh uh, yeah.” i nervously gulped.

“one thing though, i’ll move countries and change my name if he finds out we’re sleeping together.” he said.

“we’re what?” i asked.

“i said, we’re sleeping together…” he came closer to my face before softly placing his lips on mine.

he rested his hand on my cheek, slowly deepening the kiss. his other hand rested on my thigh, rubbing soft circles.

“give me the directions to your house.” i mumble against his lips.

we quickly pulled away, buckling up and heading towards his house. the sound of my phone ringing made me jump. patrick picked it up, reading the name.

“it says, “josh”. do i answer?” he asked.

“no! i mean- no. that’s him, my husband. if you decline it, he’ll know i saw his call. let it ring.” i explain.

patrick nodded and set the phone back down. i stared at the road in front of me, the sound of my phone filling the sexual tension in the air. we finally reached patrick’s house, immediately parking in his driveway and rushing in the house. he fumbled with his keys but eventually unlocked the door. once the door was shut, his lips were on mine again. i was shoved against the door, his hands roaming my body. we quickly took our shoes off, not wanting to track dirt around the house. we swiftly moved throughout his living room, ending up in his kitchen. his breath slightly smelled like alcohol, while mine probably smelled like pure tequila. he led us to his kitchen island, shoving me against it.

“jump.” he muttered.

i listened to him and jumped on the island. he stood between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs. his tongue explored my mouth, discovering every inch of it. his hands slowly snaked higher up my body, landing on my boobs. he began to softly squeeze and massage them, causing me to let out a soft moan. i’ve never felt this good in forever, the way his hands softly caress my body makes me feel a type of way. he pulled away from me, his lips now going towards my neck. he began to suck on it, definitely leaving dark marks. his hands went to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. i grabbed ahold of the hem, practically ripping the shirt off of my body. patrick set his fedora aside, slipping his shirt off as well. he went to unclasp my bra, doing it on the first try.

i widened my eyes at his action, not expecting him to do it well. he saw my reaction and smirked at me. he dipped his head down towards my boobs, creating even more hickies for me to hide. i ran my hand through his hair, softly tugging at it. he smirked against my skin, knowing that he’s doing it right. i began to fumble with the buttons on his jeans, desperately wanting them off. he obeyed to me and unbuttoned them, pulling his pants and underwear down and letting them pool around his ankles. he swiftly unbuttoned my jeans, catching me by surprise. i leaped off the counter, pulling both my pants and underwear down and throwing them on the kitchen floor. i hopped back up on the counter, patrick immediately going back to his position.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he looked me in the eyes.

i nodded, not caring nor thinking about my marriage. he smiled brightly, giving me a quick peck on the lips. he pumped himself a few times before slowly inserting himself inside me. we both let out loud moans, feeling pure bliss from the warm feeling. he began to thrust, biting his lip and whimpers escaped his mouth. i threw my head back, letting out a throaty moan. he took this opportunity to pepper kisses all over my neck, occasionally lightly sucking on it. i pulled him closer to me, but i felt like we weren’t close enough. i scooted towards the edge of the counter, wanting him to be deeper inside of me. i felt him grab my legs and wrap them around his waist. i obeyed and squeezed my legs around his waist, burying him deeper inside of me. our moans echoed throughout his house, the sound of our skin hitting one another followed right after.

he lifted me up off the counter and lead us to his fridge, where he pressed my back on the cold door. i arched my back, not expecting the feeling of coldness on my back. he pressed me against the door, the fridge shaking with every thrust he made. he rested his face in the crook of my neck, softly biting down on my shoulder. i tugged at his hair, feeling a burning sensation bubbling up in my lower stomach.

“i-i’m close-“ i gasped out.

i forgot how good this feels, almost like getting a really good massage.

“me too.” he grunted.

soon after he said that, he let out a loud moan and i felt his warm cum fill me up. his hips stuttered as he jerked back and forth. i expected him to pull out and finish me off with his mouth or something but he ended up getting back on track and began thrusting again. the feeling in my lower stomach rose again, quickly building up.

“i’m gonna cum-“ i moaned out.

“do it.” he gritted through his teeth.

and on command, i came. i arched my back, throwing my head back as i tightened against him. that sent him over the edge, making him cum once again. he slowly thrusted, riding out both of our highs. once he stopped, my body felt limp. my legs were numb and shaking a bit.

“you were so good. you did great, baby.” he whispered against my neck, softly kissing it.

i felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. i never had josh tell me stuff like that, he’d just immediately go to sleep. aftercare is really important, but i’ve never experienced it. i just hugged patrick closer to me, not wanting this feeling in my chest to leave. i pull away, seeing his sweaty face staring at me.

“can i please stay the night. i-i can’t go home looking like this.” i tell him, pointing at the hickies he left.

“of course. let me get you some of my clothes.”

he pulled out of me, causing me to drop my legs down to the floor.

as soon as i had the chance to stand up by myself, i fell to the floor. patrick quickly ran by my side, picking me up bridal style.

“i’ll clean up our clothes later.” he smiled.

i chuckled at his words as he lead us upstairs. he sat me down on the bed as he went through his closet.

“how about this, a nice long family guy t-shirt and some batman underwear.” he smiled before throwing them towards me.

i caught them, looking at the design.

“wait- isn’t this my shirt?” i look at the shirt sitting on my lap.

“y-yeah. we hung out one day by the lake and we ended up swimming. when we drove you home, you left the shirt in the car so i took it home and washed it so i could take it back to you.” he nervously explained.

“but i never got it back. why?”

“i-i forgot. i promise i’m not a stalker! i’m not those guys who steal clothing and j-jerk off to them!” he quickly defended himself.

“it’s okay, ‘trick. i don’t think you’re those type of guys.” i laugh before putting on the clothes.

“you look pretty sexy in my underwear.” he eyed me up and down.

“and you look pretty sexy in- well, nothing.” i laugh.

he puts on some clothes and gets in bed. we cuddle up against one another, talking about how we’ve been the past few years. and throughout this whole night, i forgot that my wedding ring is in the pocket of my jeans that are sitting on the kitchen floor of another man i used to love.

[modedelagauze]

ℳ𝓐𝓢𝑇𝓔ℛℒ𝓘𝓢𝑇

✟ = Smut ♱ = Gore/Violence ✞ = Fluff

Some works listed currently under construction. Comment to be tagged at release.

The Last Of Us Headcannons ✞ Abby/Ellie during your washdays ✞ For Life: (No apocalypse au) Life married to Abby with Lev as your stepchild ✞ 80s (no apocalypse au) Punk Abby (some mention of Woodstock, the lost boys etc) ✞ Early 2000s (no apocalypse au) Emo Ellie (some mention of warped tour, emo trinity ie fob, mcr, p!atd, my space etc)

Ellie Williams

✟ Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off: In which Ellie fucks the reader in her car after a shift at a local night club

✟ Getting Clean: In which Ellie becomes a homewrecker after reader announces her decision to get clean ✟ Friends like this: In which Ellie invites reader over to practice singing together

✟ Stupid Girl: AU where Ellie is Ghostface and toys with you before your inevitable death

Abby Anderson ✞ A Weekend's Rest: In which Abby and reader prepare for Lev to stay with Abby for the weekend in Seattle.

✟ Doctor’s note: In which a very intoxicated reader asks Abby for a checkup because of her doctor costume at a Halloween party

✞ Carnival tricks (Featuring Lev): In which Abby takes the reader and lev out for a day at their local carnival.

Resources Title symbols - Crosses - Banners/Dividers

[newdejavuu]

I'm often here for the plot! if there is smut it's an alright-to-neutral addition, hell i sometimes skip over a fic if it seems like it's going to be porn without plot (but in the sense of taking into consideration that smut can be part of the plot or the character exploration/development, it's just that some don't do that either).

that is to say no, i do not skip over fics because they don't have smut.

I do notice that overall bandom (dcd2 extended cinematic universe/emo trinity-quartet-quintet/pop punk scenemo bandom) skews towards there being smut, so that may speak for overall preferences, past or present or coming from writers or readers or if it's just because that's how the vibes evolved and we've kept them like that, i cannot say. Though i can say i have seen plenty of successful fics with no smut or where there's a fade to black and it's only implied.

I don't mean to dismiss the validity of getting bummed out by getting less attention/interaction, shit's real and it stings for real but ultimately I would say write what you want to write, and if that's something that you don't feel like/need/want to add smut to, that's good too. Count me as at least 1 person who doesn't skip over a lack of nsfw.

oh wow! thank you so much for the detailed response. i really, really do appreciate it!

i'm having a bit of a pity-party kind of week, so the negativity will go under the cut :)

i think honestly, im just terrified of posting this fic. full stop, it has me scared.

not that i think anyone will be mean or shit on it or anything (bc cmon yall are soooo unbelievably nice) but i am very very scared that i will post the first chapter of this fic (which will probably be 10k words of very plot heavy angst) and getting like...two hits.

i'm terrified that i built this fic up & i, as a writer, won't be able to live up to my own expectations. im terrified someone will think i am a bad writer.

obviously, as you said, i should write what i want to write - but it would be a lie to say im not at least a little bit motivated by external validation. i haven't written anything creatively in years, and i finally feel like i have an idea worth dedicating my time to....idk my life has been so dedicated to academics for years, i guess i forgot how terrifying it is to be an artist.

[lunastigerlilies]

i feel like i’m 12 y/o again bc i so so so badly want to write an angsty smut song fic. the song in question being Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene Nad Stop Going To Shows) by Fall Out Boy. bring back emo trinity inspired fanfiction!!!!

[prettyoddfiction]

Daddy

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yeah boi || Could you write a Brendon fic where he is very dominant and controlling? The reader knows this and likes to try and push Brendon’s buttons. This could lead to some daddy kink perhaps? I would be extremely grateful!

Warnings: NSFW || smut, cursing, teasing, daddy kink, slightly public play, mentions of fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex. 

Masterlist: Here

Okay so as much as I love pleasing you guys, I’ve been starting to feel like I’m doing really shitty and my stories are getting worse. If mine start to get boring or it feels repetitive, please let me know. I want to write the best stuff possible, but lately I feel like I’m doing terrible. This turned out really really long. Like it takes FOREVER to get to the smut. I really liked the lead up. Sorry it took like a million years man. Also, I do not condone unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it guys. Stay safe. I hope you guys enjoy. xx

The house was pretty crowded. Dallon and Spencer were over, as well as their spouses; Breezy and Linda. And you had been craving some alone time with Brendon all day. But that was kind of impossible to get when you had a house full of people.

As you were sitting in the backyard with Linda and Breezy, you brought your beer to your lips and took a swig. You leaned back on the lawn chair and closed your eyes as Linda set her drink and sunglasses on the small table between the two lounges. She stepped out of her cover up and slipped into the pool wearing a navy blue one piece. Breezy soon followed her actions, in a red and white striped two piece. 

“C’mon Y/N, join us. We can talk about the guys and swim at the same time.” Linda encouraged. After glancing towards the sliding glass door that showed where your three husbands were seated inside, you shrugged. There was no harm in swimming. Besides, the guys looked busy enough. If they really needed something, they could do it themselves. You slipped Brendon’s big shirt off and set it on the chair before joining the girls in the pool. 

The black two piece you were wearing was usually what you wore for tanning since it showed the most skin, but since it was just the girls, you decided to swim as well. That was when Brendon and the boys came back from the restaurant. They were suppose to go to Spencer and Linda’s house, but decided to go to yours instead because Brendon got some game that they had been wanting to play. Normally, you weren’t this exposed when there were other guys over - you just weren’t comfortable with that, it just wasn’t you. You were slightly self conscious. But by this time, you were already dressed and didn’t feel like completely changing suits. 

“So honestly Y/N, now that you’re married, how often is it?” 

“Is what?”

“Sex. Duh. I mean, Dallon is always in the mood. He may seem innocent and controlled, but I swear, sometimes I can’t catch my breath and it’s two or three times a night. And it’s always different. Sometimes he wants to be dominate and controlling, other times he is soft and sweet, and other times he wants me on top and it’s just crazy. But holy shit… It is amazing.” Breezy giggled, dunking her hair back under the water and pushing it out of her face before glancing at you.

Linda laughed with her and floated around on a pool noodle, leaning back in the water. “Spencer and I.. it’s usually a few times a week. Not too often, but damn is it good. He’s so passionate with it.”

Both girls glanced in your direction and waited for some spicy answer, knowing that Brendon was known for his sexual remarks and jokes. Plus, you had disclosed your sex life with the girls before, when you were dating him and were engaged, but this was the first girl talk you’ve gotten since marriage. And for some reason, it was different.

You blushed and looked towards the door before answering. The guys were no longer in the living room. They must’ve moved to the kitchen to get food, or all gone to bedrooms or bathrooms to get changed and join you in the pool. When you looked back at the girls, they were completely focused on you. “Uh… Brendon is really dominate. Like, all the time. And to be honest, it’s not down to once or twice a week, or even once or twice a night. It’s always a surprise. It’s always at random times…” You shrugged, holding onto the edge of the pool and looking at them. Both girls were staring at you. “It’s usually unscheduled… Why? Are you suppose to have a sex schedule once you’re married?” You asked, giggling slightly. 

Breezy shook her head. “No, no… It’s not that it’s just that, Brendon. He talks like he’s some sex God and it’s all the time. I guess it’s just shocking to hear that he isn’t as active as we thought.”

“Well it’s not like we’re nuns, it’s often. It’s just, never planned. I guess if I had to say it was on a schedule it’s about fiveish times a week?” You shrugged and heard the door open and the padding of little feet. Then you felt a tongue on your face. You turned to see Penny Lane. “Hi pretty girl.” You smiled and pet her before swimming to the steps and sitting in the shallow part of the water, letting her sit on your lap. Bogart came out with the guys. 

“What’s fiveish times a week?” Spencer asked, sitting at the edge of the pool before dropping into the water and surfacing seconds later. You glanced around to find Dallon and Brendon getting a ladder out and setting it up on the side of the house, most likely to jump into the pool. 

“Y/N’s coffee runs. She just has to have a vanilla creme latte so often, or she goes through withdrawal.” Linda easily covered with a giggle accompanying her words. She wasn’t lying. You did that about five times a week too. A small laugh slipped past your lips. Her, Breezy, and Spencer all started to laugh and she continued. “Oh don’t worry, we all know about your addiction.”

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. They’re so good I can’t help myself!” you continued. Linda and Breezy both started giggling more and you heard Penny start barking. Then there was a blurry body splashing into the pool a few feet in front of you. Brendon no doubt. You gasped and laughed as he surfaced. “Hiya babe.”

“Hey! How was my dramatic entrance?” He chuckled, swimming over to you and pecking your lips before Dallon copied Spencer’s actions and joined in a rather normal way. 

“Wonderful.”

About half an hour later, Penny and Bogart had retreated to laying under two lounge chairs and you were all relaxing on rafts. Spencer was sitting on an inner tube with Linda on his lap, Dallon was holding onto a pool noodle, and Breezy was laying on an inflatable one person raft. You and Brendon were both laying on ‘Shawn the Swan’ and to be completely honest, you weren’t sure if it was going to tip or not. So far it hadn’t. But so far, Brendon hadn’t been trying to finger fuck you on the raft. Not until now anyway.

As you swatted his hand away for the hundredth time, you sent a small glare at him. He only smirked in response and rested his hand on your thigh, still attempting to slip it into your bikini bottoms. “It’s starting to get late. We should probably wrap all this up.” He shrugged, glancing up at the sky. 

“Dude, you realize it’s only seven right?” Dallon chuckled, looking at him. 

“Well yeah but, I thought you guys wanted to get home for dinner.”

“We can order in over here. Have a pizza party?” You quickly chimed in, glancing at your husband, who sent you a small glare. You trailed your glance down to his swim shorts which seemed to be getting slightly tighter. It was time to milk this for all it’s worth. “I haven’t seen the girls in so long. I don’t want to kick them out just yet. Plus I haven’t hung out with Spencer or Dallon in forever either.” You slipped off the raft casually, and swam over to the space between Spencer and Dallon’s floaties, grabbing each of their outstretched hands. 

“Alrighty then. It’s settled. Pizza at the Uries’ house tonight.” Linda smiled, gently getting off of her husband and joining you in the pool. Brendon did the same, but he stayed on the other end of the pool by Breezy’s floaty, probably to hide his newly growing boner. You smiled and let go of the guys, swimming towards Brendon and wrapping your arms gently around his shoulders. His arms slipped around your waist and pulled you close. You wrapped your legs around his waist and could feel his bulge against your leg. 

Linda got out of the pool and started to dry off, followed by Dallon, and then Spencer. Breezy paddled her way to the edge on a floatie, and then got out, trying not to get wet, but Brendon splashed her from behind and she squealed.

Next to get out was you, and for some reason, you felt really shy about it. When you got out, you avoided any eye contact with anyone and grabbed the nearest towel to cover up. You were fine with your husband or the girls seeing you in this suit, but the guys were a little different. It just didn’t feel right. It was a bit quiet as you wrapped the fluffy white towel around yourself and looked at your friends. “What?”

“You just look good.” Dallon shrugged, Breezy nodding. 

“Honestly Y/N, you never wear that kind of stuff. I’m glad to see you’re either comfortable enough around us, or you’re confident enough in general.” Linda commented as she dried her hair. “I hope it’s the latter.” She stated. 

“It’s the first one. But yeah, thanks.” You blushed, glancing at your husband who was still in the pool. “You getting out babe?” 

“Yeah.” He stated, not moving. The look in his eyes said that he wanted you, and he wanted you now. You smirked to yourself, pleased with your teasing.

“When?” The group of you chuckled and everyone headed inside to get dressed, leaving you outside with Brendon. You offered him a towel and he got out. After wrapping it around his waist, the two of you went inside and he groaned at the thought of having to put on jeans with a boner. 

“Fuck, can’t we just do a quick one while everyone is busy? We can be quiet, we have before.” He whispered. “Or maybe you just suck daddy off and I repay the favor once they leave. Baby, I can’t stay hard through dinner.”

As the two of you walked back into your shared bedroom, he shut the door behind you and you shook your head no, untying the strings on the bikini you were wearing. The top fell to the floor after you undid it and you walked over to the closet, trying to find some comfy clothes to wear. You heard Brendon shuffling his swim shorts down and a small groan came from behind you before you shimmied your bottoms down and pulled on a pair of panties, and then a pair of pajama shorts. You tugged on an unpadded sports bra and Brendon’s shirt. You glanced in the mirror, ignoring your husbands plea to suck him off, and smiled at your appearance. You thought you looked cute enough while being lazy. “Y/N. Get over here.” Brendon stated. You turned and smiled at him. 

“Sorry babe, but we’ve got company. You’ll just have to wait.” You stated with a teasing smile before strutting out of the room to join your friends in the living room. Everyone else was in clothes that they had brought as well.

Three hours had passed and it was now about ten o’clock. Pizza had been ordered and eaten, and a scary movie had been watched. But Brendon was still glaring at you for your little stunt about leaving him hard. As you hugged your friends goodbye and waved at them from your front step, you felt Brendon slip his arms around your waist from behind and wave goodbye as well. Once the door was shut, you stood there for a moment. “You have two minutes to get to the bedroom and get undressed for daddy. Got it?”

You nodded and slipped out of his embrace, walking back to the room. He watched you walk away and smirked to himself, knowing that he was about to have his way with you. 

When you got into the bedroom, you slipped off the shorts, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting and deciding to test him just a little more. When he entered the room, it was pretty obvious that he was angered even more. “You’re just asking for trouble aren’t you?” He chuckled, walking over. 

“Not at all, Bren. Why would you say that?”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hands, pulling you up off the bed quickly and pushing you against the bedroom wall, pinning your hands up above your head for a moment. “Really, Y/N? You’re really gonna do this?” He smirked when you bit your lip tightly and closed your eyes at the feel of his breath on your neck before he started kissing. “Get on your knees and suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He commanded, and you immediately obeyed.

You dropped to your knees the second he let go of you and started to pull his sweatpants down. As soon as you could tug the fabric of his boxers down as well, you did. You quickly obeyed what he said to do and wrapped your lips around the head of your husbands cock, sucking gently and earning a moan. His hand found the back of your head and tangled into the hair there, guiding you up and down his length slowly. “That’s a good girl. Suck daddy’s cock real nice. Just like that princess.” He moaned lowly, continuing to move you exactly how he wanted it.

Your hands came up and held his hips gently as he guided you at his speed. He knew your boundaries, but he also knew that you would do whatever he wanted you to. 

He let out moans and a few strings of curse words before he twitched slightly and you glanced up towards his face. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and his bottom lip tightly held between his teeth, his head leaning back ever so slightly. In all honesty, he looked so fucking hot you could’ve came at the sight, had you been slightly more turned on. “Baby stop.” Brendon’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you slowly pulled off of him, letting your tongue glide along him as you did. He whimpered quietly and panted a bit before he quickly stripped his shirt off and told you to undress. This time, you didn’t protest. 

As soon as your last bits of clothing hit the floor and you were both naked, Brendon had you laying against the bed, his lips attached to your neck. You were a whimpering mess under him. “Don’t tease…” You begged, and felt his lips curl up into a smirk against your skin. 

“Don’t tease? Really? After everything you did outside? Swimming around in that skimpy little two piece? Stretching on the raft? Sticking to Dallon and Spencer’s side. Showing off your body for my best friends?” He chuckled darkly. 

“I was in a towel as soon as I could be. I wasn’t showing off. Plus I wasn’t the one trying to jerk my spouse off on a raft.” You complained. “Just, please Brendon. Don’t tease.” You whimpered.

“Hmm? What was that?”

“Daddy. Please daddy don’t tease. Please just fuck me.” 

Brendon didn’t even give you a warning. He nudged his way between your legs and slipped into you quickly, making you gasp out his name as he set a steady pace. His hips pulled back and pushed forward quickly, making you let out a string of curse words at the pleasure, along with his name a few times somewhere in the mix. He smirked and attacked his lips to yours, deepening the kiss with each passing second. One of his hands supported himself above you, and the other slipped between the two of you, quickly starting to play with your clit. 

A quick whimper of ‘daddy yes’ slipped past your lips and he began to pant. “That’s is baby. Tell daddy how he’s making you feel. Tell daddy how good it is.” He smirked, continuing and making your body writhe under him in pleasure. You stomach was tight and your body felt hot. “Tell daddy.” 

“So fucking good. God daddy, you’re so good.” You nodded, explaining how good it was, but still unable to explain just how good it truly was. Your head was spinning and your body was shaking slightly from all the pleasure coursing through your veins. “Oh my- Fuck. Yes daddy.” You whimpered as he sped up his pace, grunting quietly as he nibbled on your neck softly. 

“That’s my girl. Are you close?” He whispered in that voice. The huskiness in his words continued to make you shiver in delight as he continued to buck his hips into yours, hitting the spot inside you at just the right angle to make you see stars. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled and continued, bringing his lips back to yours and making you moan out against him. He did the same and continued rutting his hips against yours. 

It was kind of sad. He had only been in you for a few minutes, but he was always so skilled. The way he could bring you to the edge and pull you over with him within moments was baffling to you.

“Fuck baby girl. The way you feel wrapped around me is so wonderful.” He mumbled, holding himself up and still rubbing small patterns on your clit as he did so. You were panting and whimpering under him and felt yourself let go without a warning. As you felt yourself release, Brendon let out a breathy moan. You let out a high pitch whine of his name and clung to him tightly, panting as you did so. Normally, he would have punished you for saying Brendon instead of daddy, but considering your state, your husband let it slide and continued to pound into you. 

“Fuck, Y/N. So good.” He continued, his hips bucking into yours relentlessly as he chased his own release. Your sensitive body making you feel so many levels of bliss. A few more minutes of him pounding into you make his hips finally stutter as he blew his load. “Oh shit baby girl… Fuck…” he stated, riding out his own high and making you whimper his name yet again. A few seconds of him laying on your chest, panting and trying to catch his breath. 

Once he pulled out of you and laid on the bed next to you, staring up at the ceiling, you looked over at him. “God I love you…” You smiled weakly and tiredly. He glanced your way and did the same.

“I would hope so. Otherwise, why the hell would you marry me.”

“For the puppies.” You giggled, shrugging as if it was obvious, and causing him to laugh, while leaning over to kiss you.

“I love you too.”

[edgy-sewer-rat]

I’m such a fucking slut for vinyls

MOANS PASSIONATELY

[theshippeningblog]

Have fun with my Wattpad . I’ll be posting my stupid shipping shit on there follow if you want

[wassupemo]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

i wanna start writing on here so send in requests or whatever

[wangxianist27]

"I am Pete Wentz from My Chemical Romance." said Brendon Urie.

[watermelonjuulpods]

Reblog if you’d be interested in one of my fanfics ;))))))))

if you want, tell me which in my asks

-Beneath The Leaves (Ryden)

-The Bar Downtown (Frerard)

-30 Day Oneshots (emo trinity + tøp)

-Breathe (phan)

- Flower Tattoo (phan)

-Band Of Gays (emo trinity + top)

I’m currently writing about 5 unpublished ones so hang tight, those r ur options for now tho :))

[former-up-brendons-ass]

listening to miss missing you after getting hurt by someone you cared about deeply

*clenches fist*

sOmetImes bEFORE IT GETS BETTER

*flips table*

the DarkNess GETS BIGGER

*jumps out window*

THE PERSON THAT YOUD TAKE A BULLET FOR IS BEHIND THE TRIGGER

[aplaintart]

Me: a person who writes fanfiction constantly and has a great way of telling stories and can describe scenes vividly in writing and make it seem as if the story is actually happening

Also me: what the hell is a semi colon?!!?1!2??

[disengaged]

20 questions for fic writers, tagged by @ao3userglitchesaintshit !! 💘💘💘 ....

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

on my profile right now, 61 :-) in total (orphaned & anonymous), somewhere between 75-80

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

356,059 😳

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

oh, god sjfksndks .... my ao3 profile says 26, i'm not gonna list em all cuz i'm not active in 90% of those anymore but uh. i started out with 2010s metalcore/emo trinity/pop punk shit, branched out into hard rock and industrial, now i'm doing thrash metal ... yeah

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

let me fix your overdrive - 188

is anybody waiting (at home for you?) - 188

you've become my kingdom come - 179

cryptosporidium - 170

take 54 - 162

..... this is embarrassing bc half of these were written when i was 14-15 and are thus REALLY bad 🤧 the zeppelin ones can stay though

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try my best to respond to every single one !!!!!! sometimes it just .... takes me a long time :'-) comments & feedback are fuel for me, i want to make sure they're acknowledged

6. what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i write a lot of angsty shit tbh, but i think the winner's gotta be leave my body (leave my bones) ... clearly wrote it when i was 13 and going through an "i love character death" phase

7. what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

yknow .... even out of all the tooth-rotting fluff i've written over the years, i think the ending that makes me the happiest is four hundred bones. it's kind of a long-winded story about Things Falling Apart, but i feel like that makes the ending feel all the more hopeful

8. do you write crossovers? if so, what's the craziest thing you've written?

i don't really write crossovers, but i do write a lot of multiband fic :-)

9. have you received hate on a fic?

not really, no! i don't think i write that much controversial stuff, & the fandoms i'm active in don't have much gatekeeping/purity complex/pairing discourse shit going on. however, one time i did receive a really snippy, passive-aggressive comment on a dumb smut oneshot and i still think about it daily

10. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i do, yeah! most of it is slash, and most of it includes some vague sort of d/s dynamic. (what can i say, i'm predictable...)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i had one plagiarized, yeah :-/ & over the years, people have given me a heads up that my fics have ended up on wattpad (and that stupid fucking "ao3 pocket reader" app) without my permission, but i don't even know how to navigate wattpad, let alone submit a complaint abt it lmao

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah! a few actually, all in Russian:

quicksand jesus translated by ffffftdaaa

inches on me translated by saderaladon

leave a scar translated by saderaladon

and Erbrou did translations of alone/sublime and keep on haunting, but sadly those links are broken, or they've since been removed from ficbook, idk

13. have you ever co-written a fic?

yep! ShadesinBlue and i co-wrote the patience series a little while back and it was a lot of fun :-) we planned it all out, then took turns writing the parts (& wrote some of them together). i'd love to try something like that again sometime .... but i struggle with productivity/being busy all the time, so we'll see :'-)

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

i'm not really invested in specific ships tbh, i like switching between pairings & exploring different dynamics

15. what's a WIP you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

looking down the cross my beloved ...... also my kirk/dave prison fic, which is 3/4 done and has been since last year :-/ i'm not giving up on either yet, but the outlook is .... pretty bleak ngl

16. what are your writing strengths?

????idk. my spelling & grammar is legible

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i hate penning long descriptive passages, i write very, very sporadically, and i have a tendency to ditch WIPs whenever i lose interest for 5 minutes

18. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't ? depends on the context .............. the met discord has a running joke about an AU where everything is the same except jason only speaks in french, & i desperately, DESPERATELY want to see it written lmao

19. what was the first fandom you wrote for?

fucking BBC Sherlock, jesus christ ... it was a hunger games au too LMAOO. reading it makes me giggle, for some reason i was 12 years old & writing about gunshots to the head. r/iamverybadass

20. what's your favourite fic you've ever written?

tough call, cuz every time i reread one of my own fics i'm just like ..... wow! this sucks! it's all terrible! i'm an incompetent fraud! :'-)

that said, i think my favs are usually the ones with a lot of myself put into them ... if i had to pick, right now i'm really connecting with four hundred bones again, & fratboy/stonerverse is another one i reliably enjoy thinking abt :-)

tagging @mondsterne-kuesst @not-a-human-perspective @maggotbrainz @metallicasbian cuz idk who else !! only if u want, & if anyone else wants to do it, feel free to say i tagged u 💘

..... i love discussing this shit, feel free to hit up my inbox 2 chat about it further :'-)

[fangirlstakeovertheworld-blog]

Hey guys! I've got a new smut up for those interested; it's titled Skinny Dipping and I'm pretty sure you can guess who it's about Pic for attention^^ Link: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/gQwZAVCP0F

[prettyoddfiction]

Making Up

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yes || Hi can you please do an angsty brendon smut please ilysm i love your work!!

Warnings: NSFW || smut, angst, cursing, praise kink, mention of abuse (there is no physical abuse written in this).

Masterlist: Here

Okay so I suck at angst, and I was completely winging this. I really hope it isn’t terrible, but lately my life has been shit so I feel like I need to write to get it out. I apologize in advance if this sucks. Nevertheless, enjoy my loves. xx

This was not how you had planned the night to go. This was not how it was suppose to go at all. But here you were, saying things that you wanted to take back, but knew you never could.

When you were angry, it was like a veil over your eyes had been lifted and you could point out every character flaw someone had. Everything they had ever done wrong came out at once, and you had no filter on whether or not you hurt their feelings.

The fight had been going on for about half an hour now and each of you had screamed things that neither one of you should have. You were hurt, but it was obvious that he was too. 

“I don’t fucking care, Brendon! You hurt me! I have never once lied to you and the way you have treated me today… the way you’ve treated me over the past two months in fact, has been shit. I’m fucking done. So fucking done with your bullshit.” You stated, shoving away from him and storming out of the room. He followed after you, still fuming. 

“It was a little white lie! I wasn’t being deceitful or malicious! I wasn’t being an asshole. I was doing it to protect you!” He hollered, walking down the hall of your shared house, following you. You rolled your eyes, going into your bedroom, hoping that he would get the hint that you didn’t want to be near him and he would leave you the fuck alone. However, it seemed that he wasn’t quite done. “You’re being a goddamn pain in my ass you know that?” He groaned, pointing his finger at you. “You have been so self centered, and only care about what you do, what makes you happy, how your life goes. You don’t care about me or what I do or what I say. Everything I say goes in one ear and out the other doesn’t it, Y/N? You’re so self centered. So greedy. You know, sometimes I can’t fucking believe you, Y/N.” He accused. 

At his words, you whipped around and laughed. You were so angry that you were going partially hysterical. In all honesty, you couldn’t quite remember what the entire fight was about. All you remember was being pushed over the edge by him lying about something earlier today, and when you called him on it, he lied to your face. 

In the heat of the moment you raised you hand to slap him, but immediately dropped it, along with whatever facial expression you had as realization of what you were about to do hit you. You wouldn’t be that person. You wouldn’t be that girlfriend. Never once had either of you laid your hands on one another. Never, would you do that. You would never abuse anyone. You would never be abused by anyone. You wouldn’t let yourself be in an abusive relationship.

You looked at the floor and then looked at him. His face was stone cold, but softening as he watched what you did. He shook his head and quickly strode over to you. He didn’t want you to feel how you felt. He didn’t want to fight with you. Brendon hated fighting with you, he hated fighting in general. 

His large hands cupped your cheeks and pulled your face to his, roughly pressing his mouth against yours and capturing your lips in a hungry, and half angry kiss. You whimpered in bliss against his lips as his tongue slipped between your lips and into your mouth, moving against yours. He smirked and pulled your body closer, his hands trailing around your waist and onto your lower back. For a moment, you forgot that you were angry. But that moment passed as quickly as it came.

“No! You don’t get to do that. Not after the bullshit you put me through.” You scoffed, pushing your hands against his chest to get away from Brendon. “You don’t get to just kiss me and pretend that this never happened. I’m pissed off at you and kissing me isn’t gonna make me forgive you.” You glared at him, angry that he had even thought that it would work like that. 

He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, quickly pulling you back to him and kissing you again. You wanted to fight it but damn he was so good at it. You moaned into the kiss for a moment, before pulling away again. “Brendon! Stop doing that!” You shouted, pissed that he did it again, but more pissed that it was working. His eyes flicked to yours and then down to your lips before back up to yours again. In less than a second, you were both pressed into a third kiss. This time, the heat he had caused between your legs got the best of you, and you finally didn’t fight him off of you. You kissed back. 

Brendon smirked and continued the heated kiss, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist; one hand holding the small of your back, the other gently holding the back of your head and moving his lips against yours more and more. The quiet whimpering coming from each of you was enough to tell you that it was time to move to the bed. Your arms wrapped around his waist and held him close, but you moved your head slightly, letting him kiss up and down your neck while you began to speak.

“Listen here, you asshole. Don’t think that just because you’re turning me on right now, I’m not mad at you. Trust me, I’m still beyond pissed.” You whimpered. “But if you don’t fuck me, I’ll be even more mad.” Brendon simply nodded and lifted you up, carrying you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge of it. Quickly, you started to take your shirt off and fling it to the laundry basket in the corner of the room. It missed and landed on the floor, but you didn’t care. You pulled your jeans off as Brendon stood in front of you, stripping his own clothes off as well. Tossing the rest of your clothes to the laundry basket wasn’t so hard. 

Brendon and you had barely gotten the last pieces of your clothing off before he was grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer, and rolling it on, pumping himself a few times before you were laying back on the bed. “Sometimes, you talk to much Y/N.” He crawled over you and your mouths attached again, as moans slipped past the two of yours lips.

You didn’t need the foreplay, due to the fact that Brendon had been making your stomach do flips all day. There was something about him when he was angry that made him so much sexier, and even though your had been beyond livid with him all day, you couldn’t deny the fact that you still got turned on by him when he was pissed. 

As he slid between your legs, and pushed past your entrance, you let a little gasp past your lips as he filled you up. “F-Fuck Brendon.” You whimpered. His hips slammed into yours and he moved so that the angle of his thrusts hit a spot inside you that had you screaming his name, every single time. A smirk formed on his perfect lips and he continued to kiss up and down your neck, holding himself up above you by laying his forearms on the bed next to your head. Basically planking above you. 

“That’s right darlin’. Say my name. Let the neighbors know who’s making you feel good.” He mumbled against your skin, before nipping it gently but roughly. You were sure that tomorrow there would be a mark there. There would be a bruise to show that you belonged to Brendon, and you knew that he would make sure everyone knew that. “Say it, baby girl. Let me hear you.”

“Oh yes, Brendon, yes. It’s you that’s making me feel good!” You praised and moaned out loud, your hands grabbing onto his hips and pulling him closer, trying to feel him deeper in you. The pleasure he was causing you was making you see stars and though you wanted to praise him, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You were trying to breathe but he was taking your breath away with every buck of his hips. 

“Fuck baby girl. I love hearing you.” Your boyfriend smirked, continuing to pound into you, earning moans and whimpers each time. 

Your body started to feel warm and fuzzy all over, and your stomach was feeling tight, like you were about to burst. You knew you were getting close and you bit your lip tight. “Babe, I’m gonna cum. I’m-” You whined. He nodded and continued his movements.

It took a moment, but the tight coil in your stomach finally burst and you let out a shrill whine of Brendon’s name as your hands moved from his hips up along his back, holding him close as your body was overtaken by pleasure. Your head was spinning and it felt like if you weren’t holding onto him he would disappear. It felt as though you were in heaven. You had never felt better. 

As you came down from your high and were able to recognize what was happening, you felt that Brendon had sped up his thrusts to continue to ride out your high. His grunts were a little deeper, and more common now and his head was hidden in the crook of where your neck met your shoulder. “Baby girl, I’m so close.”

“Are you gonna cum for me, Bren? Let me hear you when you do? I wanna hear you as you hit pure bliss.” You whispered, your body still so overly sensitive. A loud moan was how he responded before the bucks of his hips began to get deeper and sloppier. “F-Fuck yes, Brendon.”

It was only a moment later that Brendon’s breath got caught in his throat and his hips stopped moving for a brief moment. You felt a pulsing feeling between your thighs and knew that he had finally hit his own orgasm. Brendon’s hips began to slowly rock against yours as he rode out his high. Once he was sure he was finally done, he stilled and pressed a few soft kisses around your face before pulling out, causing you to whine in protest as you were left feeling empty. 

“I guess we need to fight more often.” He mumbled, his arm gently draping around your shoulder and softly rubbing yours. 

“Why the hell would we do that?”

“So we can make up more often.” He chuckled and turned to face you, kissing your lips softly and holding you close, wrapping the blankets around you as well and beginning to hum Sinatra songs to you quietly. 

“I suppose the making up is fun, but not so much the fighting… Let’s just skip the fighting.”