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okay brendon urie's everything aside imagine having a song like sarah smiles written about you. GOD. no wonder she married him

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'Maestro': Official trailer and more to know about Bradley Cooper's Leonard Bernstein film

One of the vital awaited motion pictures of the yr the grasp There can be new photos By Bradley Cooper Second directorial effort after its huge success A star is born! The biographical play is predicated on the lifetime of the well-known composer Leonard Bernstein. The primary trailer, which was launched on August 15, gave a glimpse of the unimaginable efficiency. The footage included attractive black and white scenes earlier than being enveloped in vibrant Technicolor. The official trailer was launched on October 25 and revealed that Leonard's love story together with his spouse is on the middle of the movie. The trailer begins and ends with Felicia's clever phrases to Leonard: “If summer time would not sing in you, nothing sings in you. And if nothing in you sings, you can not make music." The crew in entrance and behind the digital camera is prime notch, so it is no shock the grasp There may be already quite a lot of awards season buzz. Earlier than it hits theaters and Netflix, here is a roundup of what it's essential to know the grasp.

the grasp launch date

the grasp Releases in choose theaters on November 22, 2023 A couple of month later, the movie can be out there to stream on Netflix Grasp's Netflix launch date is December 20, 2023.

Bradley not solely directed, however performed the lead function of Leonard Bernstein within the film. (Jason McDonald/Netflix) In June 2022, Bradley was satisfied the grasp Not due out till fall 2023. "It will not be launched till the autumn of (2023), I believe," he stated Smartless podcast.” The film's late 2023 launch date means Netflix is ​​gearing up the grasp To be a critical contender for the Oscars in 2024.

the grasp Solid and crew

Along with directing, Bradley will play Leonard Bernstein. The composer is among the nice musical icons of the twentieth century. Born in Massachusetts in 1918, Leonard composed many beloved items of music all through his life till his dying in 1990 on the age of 72. He's finest identified for writing music west aspect story, However he composed three symphonies and plenty of different songs.

Carey Mulligan stars alongside Bradley as Bernstein's spouse. (Jason McDonald/Netflix) Along with Bradley, Promising younger girl actress Carey Mulligan She may even play Leonard's spouse, Felicia Montelegre. Leonard and the actress have been married from 1951 till her dying from lung most cancers in 1978 on the age of 56. Magic Mike the actor Matt Bomer will play Leonard's lover, in keeping with range. Whereas particulars about Matt's character are scarce, sources informed the outlet that he'll play a musician with whom the composer had a quick fling.

Matt and Bradley are filming a scene in New York Metropolis. (Steve Sands/New York Newswire/Bauer-Griffin/Shutterstock) Many different massive celebrities have been solid as members of the Bernstein household. Stranger Issues the star Maya Haque Leonard and Felicia's daughter will play Jamie. Sam Nivola Leonard and Felicia's son will play Alexander. And similar to that Alexa Swinton Nina will play the function of Bernstein. Sarah Silverman Will play Leonard's sister Shirley. Extra solid members included Michael Urie As Jerome Robbins, Gideon Glick As Tommy Cothran, and Miriam Shor As Cynthia O'Neill. legacy the star Jeremy Sturdy There was imagined to be a job within the movie. Nevertheless, he needed to drop out on account of "scheduling conflicts". GQ.

Who's the inventive crew?

As talked about above, the grasp This can be Bradley's second directorial effort. He co-wrote the movie with Josh Singer. Bradley, the movie's producer, Steven Spielberg, Martin Scorsese, Fred Berner, Amy Durning, and Christy McCosco Krieger. Government producers are Carla Razi, Josh Singer, Bobby Wilhelm, Weston Middleton and Tracy Landon. Bradley revealed that Steven had initially deliberate to direct, however supplied him the movie after he talked to him The Silver Linings Playbook star and see A star is born. Bradley needs to direct the movie and requested the legendary director for an opportunity to seem in January 2022. The late present. "(Spielberg) came upon that I had this obsession with directing," he stated. Bradley revealed what the director informed him when he noticed his first film: “You are directing Grasp."

Description of the plot

Though there's a lot to cowl within the lifetime of Leonard Bernstein, it's unattainable to suit it into one image. The movie's official synopsis reads, “Maestro is a grand and fearless love story that chronicles the lifelong relationship between Leonard Bernstein and Felicia Montelegre Cohn Bernstein. A love letter to life and artwork, Maestro depicts an emotional epic of household and love at its core."

Bradley Cooper and Carey Mulligan as Leonard and Felicia. (Jason McDonald/Netflix) Between the interval when the couple first met and when Felicia died, the film will definitely give a glimpse of the late composer's work. from West Facet Story Debuted in 1957, it appears probably that the film will embrace his work on the Broadway musical. A few of Leonard's different main works that can hopefully be featured within the film embrace his rating on the waterfront in 1954, in addition to his symphonies "Chichester Psalms" (1965) and "Serenade after Plato's 'Symposium'" (1954).

Filming particulars

The movie was a very long time coming till Steven Spielberg gave up on the venture, with numerous administrators connected at numerous factors throughout growth. Hangover Star Bradley introduced that the film would start taking pictures in Could 2022 throughout an "Actor on Actors" dialog in January of that yr. range. Her first photos within the legendary composer's outfit have been additionally launched in Could, exhibiting her full transformation into the legendary musician. Photos of Bradley and Matt filming a kissing scene have been revealed in June. Though most of Leonard's profession takes place in New York, the film was filmed in each america and Europe. Bradley defined a rundown of the schedule talked about above Smartless podcast "We begin taking pictures in Massachusetts, then New York, then East Hampton, then we take a break after which we go to Italy for 3 weeks after which we end in London," he stated. #Maestro #Official #trailer #Bradley #Coopers #Leonard #Bernstein #movie Read the full article

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Panic! At The Disco breaks up as the lead singer shares personal news

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Jan. 24, 2023, 11:12 AM EST / Source: TODAY

By Anna Kaplan

Panic! At The Disco is calling it quits after nearly 20 years, the pop-punk group's lead singer, Brendon Urie, announced on Jan. 24.

“Growing up in Vegas I could’ve never imagined where this life would take me. So many places all over the world, and all the friends we’ve made along the way,” Urie wrote in a statement posted on Instagram. “But sometimes a journey must end for a new one to begin.”

"We’ve been trying to keep it to ourselves, though some of you may have heard.. Sarah and I are expecting a baby very soon! The prospect of being a father and getting to watch my wife become a mother is both humbling and exciting. I look forward to this next adventure," he said.

Urie continued, "That said, I am going to bring this chapter of my life to an end and put my focus and energy on my family, and with that Panic! At The Disco will be no more."

The singer thanked the band's fans for their support over the years.https://07cd6c1aa712b6de32020fdfa192c4f9.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

"I’ve sat here trying to come up with the perfect way to say this and I truly can’t put into words how much it has meant to us," he said. "Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or are just finding us, it has been a pleasure to not only share the stage with so many talented people but also share our time with you."

The group formed in 2004 when Urie and the band's co-founders, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith and Brent Wilson (who left the group in 2006), were still in high school in Las Vegas, according to Variety. The band took off after the release of its first album, "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out," which contained the hit single "I Write Sins Not Tragedies."

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The band's second album, "Pretty. Odd.," was released in 2008. Ross announced he would be leaving the band about a year later, leaving Urie and Smith to continue on as a duo playing all of the instruments, Variety reported.https://07cd6c1aa712b6de32020fdfa192c4f9.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html?n=0

Smith officially left the band in 2015, according to Variety, effectively making Panic! At The Disco a solo project for Urie. Urie released a few more albums as Panic! At The Disco, including the band's seventh studio album, "Viva Las Vengeance," last year.

The band performed on the TODAY plaza last August, and in between albums, Urie appeared on Broadway in "Kinky Boots" and collaborated with Taylor Swift on her 2019 hit "ME!"https://www3.today.com/today/embedded-pkg/recirculation-shop-today/rcna67162#amp=1

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Panic! at the Disco Disbands

Brendon Urie has announced the end of Panic! at the Disco. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Panic! At The Disco (@panicatthedisco) Growing up in Vegas I could’ve never imagined where this life would take me. So many places all over the world, and all the friends we’ve made along the way. But sometimes a journey must end for a new one to begin. We’ve been trying to keep it to ourselves, though some of you may have heard.. Sarah and I are expecting a baby very soon! The prospect of being a father and getting to watch my wife become a mother is both humbling and exciting. I look forward to this next adventure. That said, I am going to bring this chapter of my life to an end and put my focus and energy on my family, and with that Panic! At The Disco will be no more. Thank you all for your immense support over the years. I’ve sat here trying to come up with the perfect way to say this and I truly can’t put into words how much it has meant to us. Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or are just finding us, it has been a pleasure to not only share the stage with so many talented people but also share our time with you. I am looking forward to seeing everyone in Europe and the UK for one last run together. I love you. I appreciate you. Thank you for existing.Brendon --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/panic-at-the-disco-disbands/

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Baby Fever

Brendon x Reader X Sarah

y/n laid on her stomach on the couch scrolling through Instagram. Well more like looking at all the pictures of her friends baby pictures. Her heart swelled looking at them. She wanted one. She felt ready to have a baby. But she never told Brendon ans Sarah. y/n thought that maybe Brendon wouldn’t want one right now with where he is right now and him always touring. She would just have to live with baby fever for now. “ Hey baby.”, Brendon says walking into the living room. “Hi”, she says. He lays down on top of her, more to the side so he doesn't crush her. “ What are you doing?”, He asked kissing her cheek. “ Just looking through Instagram.”, she says sighing. He rested his chin on her shoulder , watching as she scrolls through the  pictures Jenna posted of Rose. Y/n sighs looking sadly at the pics. “ You okay baby?”, Brendon ask. “Yeah I’m fine. Can you let me up? I need to go to the bathroom”, Y/n says. He nods and rolls over letting her go. He watched as she walked away. He sat there wondering what could be the matter. Brendon gets up looking for Sarah. He finds her in the kitchen making lunch. “ Hey B.”, she says looking at him briefly. “ Hey,” he says coming behind her kissing her cheek. He  leans against the counter watching her. “Have you noticed that y/n’s been a bit strange?”, Brendon ask her. Sarah shakes her head , “ No why?”. He shrugs, “ I don’t know. she just seems sad lately to me.”. “ Like how?”, Sarah ask putting the food on plates. “ Well just now she was scrolling through insta looking at some pics of Rose that Jenna posted and she sighed sadly. When I ask if she was okay she just seemed down to me.”, Brendon says following Sarah to the living room with the food. Sarah starts laughing. “WHat?”, Brendon ask confused . Sarah putts the food down and then turns to him. She puts her hands of his shoulders shaking him lightly. “ B, I love you but some times you are so stupid.”, Sarah says laughing. He looks at her confused. “y/n has baby fever!”, she says. “baby fever?”, brendon says. Sarah rolls her eyes at him, “Yes , She’s ready/wants a baby.”. Brendon is about to say something else when y/n walks back in. They both look at her. Y/n stops,” What?”. Sarah looks at Brendon then back at y/n. She opens her mouth to say something, but Brendon cuts her off. “ Nothing!”, y/n looks at sarah , who rolls her eyes at B and mouths to her ‘ Tell you later’, They all sit down to eat and watch an episode of TigerKing. 

Later

Brendon walks into the kitchen. Where Sarah is cleaning up from dinner, while y/n is setting up for them to watch some movies. “If she wants a baby why doesn’t she just talk to us about it?”, Brendon ask Sarah. Sarah sighed , “ B, it’s not us its you.”. She says putting away the last dish and turns to him. “ Me?”, he ask sadly. “ Yes b, you and at the top of your game. Your touring and doing all these things. DO you think its really time to have a baby?”, sarah says. Brendon doesn't say anything he just looks down leaning against the counter. “ We can work around that stuff. Even if it means I have to sacrifice some things. Which i Know I wouldn’t have to”, Brendon says. “ I know that and you know that. But to y/n she thinks that you arn’t going to want kids right now.”, Sarah says. Brenon stands there looking down wondering what to do. He does want kids he would love to have little ones running around. Hes just not sure how to go about this to y/n. Y/n comes into the kitchen. “ You guys ready for the movies?”, y/n asked looks at them. Sarah nods smiling at her heading to the living room, “ I’m picking first!”. Y/n laughs at her and turns to Brendon. “you coming?”, she asked. Brendon nods ,” Yeah I’ll be there in a bit.”. Y/n frowns softly at him, :are you okay?”. He smiles down at her. “Yeah just thinking about somethings.”. y/n leans up and kisses him , “ okay well stop. It’s movie night!”. He laughs at her kissing her again. “Okay , okay lets go then.”, he says. Brendon grabs her hip spinning her around and pushing her towards the living room. 

After a movie and a half, Brendon pause it saying he needs to go to the bathroom. Y/n looks at Sarah laying her head on Sarahs chest. “Whats going on with him?”, y/n ask. Sarah sighed, “ Earlier today he was asking about why you have been a bit down and looking at pics of little Rose. I told him it sound like you have baby fever.”. She says looking down at y/n playing with her hair. y/n blushes , “oh.”. “ I think he feels guilty , due to you not wanting to tell him you want a baby.”, Sarah says. “I just felt like It would be like pressuring him when he’s not ready due to his music stuff.”, y/n says softly. “ Baby girl if you just said something we could have talked about it and made a plan.”, Brendon says walking in have hearing them talking. Y/n blushes more looking down at her hands. Brendon knees in front of her, “ and we probably would all ready have a baby or have you or Sarah pregnant.”. y/n looks up at him, “Really?”. “yes really! Of cores I want either of you to have my kids.”, he says reaching out and softly rubbing her cheek. y/n smiles and attacks him to hug him. He laughs caught her. Brendon stands up and hugs her tight. He puts her down and kiss her. “ I love you baby girl.”, he says. “ I love you too”. he says. Brendon smiles at her before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. “ Brendon!”, y/n yells/giggles. He smacks her ass heading to their room, “ well there is only one way to have a baby!”. He stops and turns back to the living room. “ Sarah? You coming?”, He ask. “ Oh I’m invited?” , Sarah says standing up. Brendon Walks over and picks her up as well. Sarah and y/n started giggling and Brendon rushes them to the bedroom. 

After see the pics of Rose , Jenna , And Tyler i have baby fever now. So Im making a little sires of poly Brendon and Sarah having a baby. What should the gender be and what should the name be? -MM

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Tip Toes

Summary: I’m on my tip toes, trying to see past my ego. Reaching for something more than this feeling of being important. Leaving my heart behind is bleeding, but my pride is screaming. My future will listen to me, listen to me.

Warning: I wanted to write angst, but this came out. IDK how to label it. Listen to tip toes by half alive while reading. issa long one

Y/n had not dated much. Actually, she did not start looking for a relationship until her freshman year of college. By then there weren’t many people she talked to and considered a friend; therefore, the idea of dating someone, being close to someone that was not her friend, did not pique her interest. Around the time she met Brendon and Sarah, she had lost all hope in a romantic relationship. It almost seemed too good to be true, a truly happy relationship seemed unattainable.

This feeling came in waves, making her feel nauseous like she was on a boat in a hurricane. It became truly difficult to accept a happy reality that ended in kids of her own and a husband or wife, but she knew it was just about impossible. Her best friends were a married couple and a gay man (who was also in a happy relationship), they always rooted for her. But they didn’t understand, she was a twenty-something-year-old who had no idea how to even kiss someone. Everyone always told her (especially her friends) that it was admirable that she held out for so long like she was waiting for the right person or something.

In other words, y/n would describe herself as the biggest virgin on earth, and it genuinely was from a lack of trying.

It almost felt as if her own future didn’t belong to her.

Some days were better than others, just like the day Sarah asked her to come to hang out at her house. y/n had just gotten done with finals, so she had basically a month of sitting around and waiting for the Spring semester to finally start. Sarah and Brendon cuddled on the couch, y/n on the chair in the corner of the room actually watching the movie and trying to not pay attention to the couple that was no doubt finger banging each other under the blanket they shared.

“I think I should go,” y/n said, “I have to work in the morning so I can’t stay up too late.” She stretched her arms and legs when she got up from the chair. Sarah seemed to be frightened out of a daze when she looked up at her friend.

“Oh, okay!” Sarah chirped, pushing Brendon away from her, “Do you want me to walk you out?”

y/n shook her head, “no thanks, I’m fine.”

“Well… I’ll see you later?” Sarah asked. Y/n didn’t really want to. It wasn’t that she didn’t like hanging out with them, they always made her feel lonely. And sad. But mostly lonely.

“I don’t know, I have a busy week at the hospital; I will text you when I get time,” y/n said before bidding the couple goodbye and leaving the house.

Sarah looked at her husband, who had gotten entranced by the movie in the five minutes since he was trying to sneak his hand into her pants. “You are such an idiot.”

“What did I do?”

-

Y/n got home that night very confused about her feelings. Her brain was spiraling out of control with delusions of being married and having someone who would dote on her the same way Brendon did Sarah. At the same time, she never really paid attention to them behind the scenes, so maybe they’re dysfunctional and she never saw it.

That didn’t make sense, if she knew one thing about the couple, it was that they talked about everything. And Sarah told her everything, every fight they had, Sarah would go to y/n’s apartment and sit until Brendon sulked his way over.

Every time she thought about the couple, she got a weird sensation of butterflies in her stomach.

No, she thought, I am not developing a stupid crush just because I’m sad and lonely.

That night she couldn’t sleep; it didn’t help that she knew she did have work in the morning and the hospital was unforgiving when the lab techs were late. By the time she finally stopped swimming in her thoughts, she had dreams of her friends, holding her hand and kissing her on the forehead.

It was 6 AM before she knew it, and she had to get up and get ready for work.

Hopefully, tea would help wake her up before she got to work and did a piss poor job.

-

Y/n had never been more appreciative of the hospital. She had fond memories of staying there, almost dying, meeting so many different doctors that she just didn’t have it in her to leave.

Sarcasm, that was the key to understanding her outlook on life. Constant use of sarcasm.

But she would be lying if she said that today, and every day for the past week, she was so glad they had a week full of emergencies and a trip planned for a conference with Lab Technologists across the country. This trip would take her to Boston and all she could think of was the idea of seeing every museum she could for one full week and going to a conference full of people who had a thorough understanding of microbiology and hematology. It was almost enough to make her come in her jeans.

What she did not appreciate, was Brendon coming to visit her while she was supposed to be working. She had just gotten a lab sample to test for any drug she could when Brendon waltzed in with In N Out in his hand. He greeted her with a hug and handed her the bag.

“Sarah is at work,” he sighed, “she doesn’t get a lunch today because she’s busy or something, so I thought I’d visit my bestie.” She was too distracted to notice what he was saying. Brendon tried to call her name, the third time she snapped.

“What do you want?” she half yelled, looking away from her specimen.

Brendon looked taken aback; he didn’t even know how to reply when he has never seen her so angry before. Her coworker, a younger man by the name of Jeremy Ren, looked up from his microscope and stepped over to her area.

“L/n, you go take your lunch break, I’ll take care of this shotgun,” he took the test tubes and brought them back to his microscope with him, still eyeing the two.

She scoffed and stomped out, ditching her lab coat at the door. She led Brendon to the hospital cafeteria and sat down with him in the corner.

“What’s wrong? You usually aren’t so…” Brendon trailed off, “Are you still being overworked? Have you talked to your boss about time off?”

Y/n shook her head, “I’m just… fine, I’m fine.” Internally, she cringed. If she talked to him about it, maybe she could resolve the war she had inevitably put herself into.

But the idea of not telling him anything was far more appealing. Nothing had to change.

“Are you sure? You look tired, have you been sleeping?” He reached over and grabbed her hand, tracing his thumb over her knuckles.

God, Brendon, she thought, Stop being so caring, it’s not helping my situation. She pulled her hand away and tucked it under her pants. This couldn’t happen. She did everything she could to give herself a reason not to develop a stupid crush on the man in front of her. She could only come up with two.

1.       He’s married to her best friend

2.       He definitely wouldn’t see her the same way

Number two made her heart bleed. Not literally, she knew the severity of an actual bleeding heart, she worked in a hospital for Christ’s sake. But if she were to imagine the pain, this would be it.

“I’m just… excited for this trip to Boston next week,” she confessed. It wasn’t a lie by any means, she stayed up all night a month ago when she heard she was going on the trip, planning what she wanted to pack. This didn’t change the stare he had on the table where her hand used to be, and his hand still sat.

“Oh, that is coming up, isn’t it?” he put a smile on his face, trying to quickly recover from whatever feeling he felt. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit off today. We haven’t seen you all week, we miss you at the house.”

She frowned. There was an impulsive need in her to put her hand back and comfort him. But she knew she shouldn’t do it because she knew it would only make her feel worse.

“I’ve been busy with work, had a lot of emergencies and stuff,” she explained, “I’m free this weekend, I’ll try to come over before I leave for the airport on Sunday.” That was not what she wanted to say, why did she say that?

“Sounds like a plan!” he seemed happy with that suggestion though, so maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about.  “How has your week been, then? What kinda emergencies did you get?”

She and Brendon talked for a while, she told him about the guy who came in with necrotic tissue on his arm from heroin, and he told her about his charity live stream and how proud he was of everyone who donated.

Watching him so happy as he explained what happened, she felt herself swooning. They sat in silence for a few moments after he finished speaking, both focused on eating their food. One of the surgical nurses walked passed them with a smile on her face.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!” Brendon smirked and opened his mouth to explain that they weren’t a couple, but the nurse continued on, “you’re always going on about how lonely you are! It’s nice to see you’re finally getting out there.” Y/n’s eyes were wide, and a blush crept across her cheeks.

“Uh… thank you, Andrea,” she said with a shaky voice.

“So proud of you, my dear,” Andrea smiled brightly t the two before she walked away, bidding them goodbye.

“You’re lonely?” Brendon asked when Andrea was out of earshot.

y/n couldn’t speak as she stared at her fries, the only response she gave was a small nod.

“Why are you lonely? You never date… or expressed a desire… to date.” Damn you, Sarah, she thought, that was supposed to be a secret.

“well… lately, it’s been a bit different,” she sighed, “I’m almost 30, I’ve never been on a real date or…. Done anything, really. I thought I’d at least have a boyfriend by now.” That was easier to get off her chest than she thought.

“You’ve never done anything? Not even like… a kiss?” Brendon knew he was badgering her now, but this was so unbelievable to him. She was so smart and beautiful; how could anyone look passed her?

She shook her head, eyes still on the fries that were no longer steamy, “Can we drop it please?”

Brendon took in the shakiness to her tone and decided to drop it like she asked. This topic would definitely come up later with Sarah, though. He had so many more questions.

When they parted ways after lunch, Brendon couldn’t hold back a smile as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed harder than she had at lunch when she said bye to him. No one, besides her parents and grandparents, had ever kissed her on the cheek.

She kind of liked it.

-

Sarah told Brendon everything he wanted to know. She didn’t know why, at first, but he explained what happened during lunch.

“But you can’t badger her or make her feel bad,” Sarah emphasized, “She always felt self-conscious about it, even after we became friends.” Brendon understood, even though he never had to deal with stuff like that. He had lost his virginity early on, and everything just came naturally after that.

“I would never.”

-

“So, what’s with you never dating anyone?” He had promised not to pry, but now it was late at night in y/n’s apartment and he had more than a few drinks in his system. Sue him, he wanted to hang out and she brought out the wine.

“I just… don’t do it?” y/n had a few drinks in her too, the wine was making her feel like being truthful. If she were sober, she wouldn’t be telling hi anything, but maybe she needed to get it off her chest? Drunk y/n thought so, anyway. “I didn’t get my first boyfriend until my freshman year of college, and before that, I only had minor flings with girls from my school. I don’t know, dating always makes me anxious.”

“And you’ve never done anything?” He knew her answer already. This was beginning to get repetitive and even drunk y/n was fed up with it.

“Why do you keep asking that?”

“Because it’s… it’s so rare! You’re like a unicorn!” he laughed at his comparison. She shook her head, she felt kind of offended, but she knew what he was saying. He hadn’t meant it to be an insult at all, he was kind of proud of her, even with pressures that a woman date and be married by her age, she didn’t feel that. She was unabashedly herself.

He didn’t know what came over him when he opened his mouth next, “I mean, I can always help you.”

y/n looked into his eyes, and she swore that if she were a meme, she would have question marks floating around her head. “What?”

“I mean if you ever want your first kiss… or something else… I can always help you,” he didn’t know why he was saying it, but he couldn’t help but offer. The offer was outlandish, yes, but he knew Sarah would be alright with it. She had mentioned before how much she liked y/n, in a more than platonic way.

Before this whole topic came up, Brendon was planning on asking her to be their third, if she wanted to be. However, she told him she hadn’t dated someone very seriously.

“But… wh- h- Sarah?” y/n was blushing, her face and ears were bright red. This was not how she expected this to go.

“She would want to do the same thing, she has a thing for you,” drunk Brendon was an honest Brendon, apparently, “was gonna ask you if you wanted to go on a date with us the other day but obviously I didn’t.”

Y/n didn’t know what to say. Like, of course, he had to do this when she was drunk and couldn’t very well keep her thoughts to herself.

“Um…. Are you asking me now if I want to go on a date with you and Sarah?” y/n asked.

“Well, that wasn’t my first question,” Brendon leaned closer, and cupped her face with his left hand, “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.” He continued leaning in, slowly but surely. He waited for her to protest; when she didn’t say anything, he finally connected their lips. If he were to compare all of his other kisses to the one right then, she wouldn’t be the worst. She was inexperienced, but her lips were soft and tasted like peppermint from her seasonal chapstick.

When she pulled away, he almost chased after her.

For the rest of the night, he explained the logistics of kissing, and eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch after he went on the the longest tangent on what kind of guitar he would get now that his “cream dream" was gone.

-

She left for Boston after saying goodbye to Brendon or Sarah. She had also talked to Robert (her other best friend) the day before the trip; he yelled at her for not telling him right away about everything that had been happening. To be genuinely honest, she needed this vacation after her night with Brendon.

It was a relief when Brendon left in the morning after they had kissed. The memory of her first kiss still burned in the back of her mind, but she didn’t want to focus on that. Right now, it was her time to relax.

That was until Brendon texted her asking what hotel she was at. She told him, just assuming he wanted to make sure she got there safe. Why would she think anything else?

She should have thought of something else. Now she was sitting in her room, scrolling through the TV when she heard the knock at the door.

He didn’t, she thought, please tell me he didn’t.

She opened the door and saw the couple standing in front of her with giant smiles on their faces.

He did.

“what are you doing here?” she said instead of greeting them.

Sarah let herself in, “we wanted to surprise you! You’ve wanted this vacation for a while, and we thought you’d want company!”

She really didn’t want company, but she put a smile on her face anyway.

-

After spending the whole week with Brendon and Sarah, y/n was exhausted. She only got a real break from the two when she was at the conference. They had both wished her luck that morning and went back to giggling under the blankets of their shared bed.

Now she was back in Los Angeles, and she was so fucking happy to go back to normal.

However, they didn’t necessarily go back to normal. Brendon spent a lot more time at her apartment than he used to. He started to initiate cuddling, press kisses to her cheek and hairline, and hugging her more than he used to. She started to see more of Sarah, as well. She did it more subtly. She bought y/n drinks and take her to fancy restaurants, surprises her with jewelry and takes her shopping, anything really.

All y/n wanted was for one of them to say something.

And when she least expected it, Brendon did.

“Have you ever wanted to lose your virginity?” Brendon asked during a movie one day. y/n shrugged, she couldn’t say she was surprised, she knew he would ask eventually.

“I guess,” she sighed, “its just not something I really let myself think about. I never thought anyone would… y’ know, want to. And I’m 28, no one wants to date a virgin at my age.”

“Don’t say that,” he took her hand in his. Recently, it had been his sign of comfort to lace his fingers with hers and rub his thumb along the back, “I already told you, me and Sarah love you…”

y/n couldn’t look up at him, she only stared at her fingers. She didn’t say anything, either.

“you never answered, you know,” he whispered, “let us take you on one date. A fancy restaurant, or a movie, whatever makes you least anxious.”

y/n shook her head. The feeling of drowning, even before saying yes, was obvious. She felt like she couldn’t breathe and had to remind herself how to focus on the feeling of his hand in hers.

“or, we can keep it low key, not label it… just the three of us?”

“um… okay..” y/n thought, “no labeling, just… just us. Let’s go see the new Jumanji.”

“That sounds perfect,” Brendon smiled down at y/n.

Maybe her future did belong to her.

[sellyisprincessa]

I am making a poly series about the uries. On this blog.

Here is a picture of god his self!!!

[prettyoddfiction]

Girls Day

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Sarah Urie

Request: Uh… Indirectly I guess? It was requested on someone else’s blog but they said no so I decided to write it.

Warnings: NSFW. || GxG, fingering, cursing, grinding.

Masterlist: Here

I haven’t written a GxG yet, so if this offends you, don’t read. However I love Sarah and sadly never see many imagines for her. I have seen on other blogs that people have requested for Sarah smuts, but the author rejected because she technically isn’t in Panic! and isn’t a band member. Since it is that person’s blog, and they get the right to choose what they write and what they don’t, I’m here to satisfy the need for Sarah smut. Also, it’s not quite as long as I would have hoped, but I didn’t really know how to end it. Enjoy, my loves. xx

A girls day usually ended up like this. I mean, with you being single, and her husband being gone all the damn time, and you two being as close as you were, it was bound to happen… right? Right.

The internet started this. That’s what you and Sarah claimed on your little secret. One day, while Brendon had Jake over, you two decided to do a Periscope on your own and answer fans’ questions. During this time, Brendon and Jake left to go out for the night. Somehow, people began shipping the two of you together. This later led to you guys deciding to party and get drunk. Drunk Y/N meant clingy Y/N, that meant cuddles, cuddles meant more, more meant fun, and that meant the next day… both of you admitting to liking it a lot more than you should have and deciding on continuing it and making it a little secret of yours.

And now, here you were, half naked in a blue bikini on a floatie in the Urielectric house’s back yard’s pool with Penny Lane laying on your lap as you relax. Sarah joined you in the yard a after getting a bottle of water. Her black bikini didn’t cover much skin, but the Elvis t-shirt she had on over it did.

“Ya know… Brendon won’t be back until six, Y/N…” She mumbled out of nowhere before taking a sip of her water. This was how it always went. But lately it had been more common since Brendon had been in the studio more often, working on his album. He had been claiming that lately his home studio wasn’t what he needed. He needed to be in a different environment to work, so that’s what he did. He went to a different studio space, leaving his wife home alone with sexual frustration. 

Then, she invited her best friend, Y/N, over and things tended to get heated.

“Mhmm.” you teased, peering over at her from behind your sunglasses.

“We should move this little get together inside.” She suggested, picking up Bogart from where he was standing by her feet. “I think we could have more fun behind closed doors.” She stated with her prefect smile showing. Then, she followed her own advice and went inside. You dipped your hands into the water by your raft and paddled over to the edge of the pool, picking Penny up and setting her on the concrete so that you could get out without her falling into the water.

After a minute, you had successfully gotten out of the pool without getting too wet. Only your legs from where you had to use the stairs to get out were coated in water, which a beach towel from earlier quickly fixed. A moment of debating whether or not to put on a cover up was quickly decided as you recalled the glint in Sarah’s eyes when she stated that she wanted to go inside. 

Instead, you picked Penny up into your arms and placed a kiss atop her head, walking into the house. 

“So, six huh?” You called, hearing Sarah in the kitchen. As you joined her, you noticed she was re-filling the dog bowls, bent over, her ass pointed to you as she did so. You bit your lip at the sight and then observed that her water bottle from moments ago sitting on the counter top.

Without looking back at you, she nodded. “Mhmm. He said he may or may not stay even later, depending on how much he gets done…” She shrugged, patting Bogarts head as he ate. You set Penny down and she joined the Jack Russell Terrier, eating as well. Sarah stood up and turned to face you. 

Silence filled the room, aside from the sound of the dogs. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence though, more so… intense. Like you could feel the way she wanted you just from the vibe in the room. 

“Guest bedroom?”

“Yes.”

Quickly, you and Sarah snuck out of the room and into a guest room, knowing that hers and Bren’s room could be awkward for everyone. “I’ll wash the sheets later. I need this right now.” Sarah mumbled, shutting the door behind you both so that Penny and Bogart wouldn’t interrupt. You nodded, watching her as she pulled the Elvis t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. A few small steps later, and she was inches from you, cupping your cheeks in her delicate hands and placing her soft lips against yours. You arms slipped around her slim waist and held her close as you returned the kiss. 

Her teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you eagerly accepted. The kiss continued to get more heated as your hands slowly made their way up her back and to the bow on the back of her swimsuit. Your nimble fingers, skilled from years of tying your shoes and your own swimsuit, undid the tie and let it hang from her body before your hands went up further and undid the one around her neck as well. Her hands did the same to your swimsuit. As each bikini top fell to the ground, you and Sarah walked back to the bed.

You laid down first, Sarah climbing over you and continuing the kiss from moments ago. “I swear, if only the internet knew what they shipped actually happened…” you giggled against her lips, causing the singer’s wife to nod and trail light kisses down your jaw. Her small fingers danced down your body to the top of your swim bottoms and slipped inside with ease, moving to between your legs. Her dainty finger trailed along your folds and you whimpered at the touch, not realizing that you needed this as much as Sarah did. 

“Oh fuck Y/N, you’re so wet. I thought it was me who needed a girls day. Looks like you’ve been in need too.” She mumbled against the skin of your collar bone. You tried to respond with a witty remark, but all that came out was a quiet whimper, which you tried to cover up by grabbing Sarah’s ass but she noticed. Her free hand tugged the fabric of your bikini bottoms down to make it easier on herself. “Well then… I guess it’s best not to keep my princess waiting huh?” She smiled before placing another kiss to your lips and slipping a finger into you, pumping it slowly. 

My princess your mind repeated.

Quiet moans filled the room and she smirked, pleased with herself, no doubt. 

“I wish this could happen more often. You look so pretty like this, Y/N.” She whispered, speeding up her finger and slipping in a second finger. 

“Fuck Sarah…” You whimpered.

It didn’t take long for you to unravel beneath her. Sarah liked to see how fast she could get you to cum. “Oh what a bummer… it took longer than last time. Guess we’ll just have to try and beat the record again soon.” She shrugged, winking before removing her fingers from within you and sucking them into her mouth, cleaning your juices from them. You nodded, agreeing without words as she laid down next to you and removed her fingers from her mouth, lacing them into your hair and pulling you in for another kiss. 

Moments later, you had moved on top of her and were shimmying her bikini bottoms off, tossing them to the floor with the rest of the swimsuit pieces. 

“Let’s just skip the fingering. I don’t wanna wait. I wanna feel your pretty pussy against mine.” She whimpered, spreading her legs. You could see how wet she was and you wanted nothing more than to eat her out, but you could tell that she needed you to fuck her, cause apparently Brendon hadn’t lately. 

You nodded and straddled her waist, slowly rubbing your hips against hers, earning a moan that would make porn stars proud, from the blue eyed babe. “Damn Sarah, I’ve hardly done anything. Does that famous rockstar you married even touch you?” You teased, knowing that Brendon treated her like a queen, but lately she had been needing it and he wasn’t there to give it to her. 

“He does… but you do it a bit better.” She retorted, moaning as you continued to roll your hips into hers. Her hands came up to cup your breast and massage them gently in her hand, thumbs gently grazing over your nipples. Your hands however, slipped between your two bodies and gently toyed with her clit, knowing it would send her reeling in pleasure. “Oh fuck yes Y/N.” Sarah praised. You let out a moan as well, the friction between your legs equally as good for you. 

You bit your lip and closed your eyes, grinding on her a bit faster and whimpering at the feeling. Sarah raised her hips up a bit from beneath you and tried to grind back, which only brought more pleasure to the two of you. You opened your eyes and were met with a lovely sight that could have made you cum just from looking at it. 

Sarah had her eyes closed tight and her mouth open just the slightest bit, whimpering quietly from beneath you. “C’mon baby…” You coaxed, able to tell that she was nearing her end. She nodded and you felt her shiver as she came. 

As you climbed off her, she pouted at you slightly. “But you didn’t-”

“I did from your fingers. Besides, I get more pleasure knowing you got off.” You cut her off with a kiss and smiled, brushing the hair out of her face. 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“I love our girls days.” She blushed, pecking your cheek softly. You nodded. 

If only she knew. If only Sarah knew that you loved more than just your girls days. You loved the way she smiled when she saw a puppy, you loved the small snores that escaped her when she was sleeping, you loved her dumb jokes, you loved the girl you called your best friend. But she was married, and this was as close as you could get to calling her yours. 

[loverontheleft]

Kitten 5

AU with VLV!B. Fluff and smut. An installment in my Kitten series, which can be found on my Masterlist. Thanks and appreciation to @dirty-urie as always.

Reader x Brendon x Sarah.

Warnings: So...we’ve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.

0.25 for handjob

0.25 for fingering

0.5 for blowing him

0.5 for going down on her

0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla

1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions

3.0 for bondage, spanking, other kinks (threesome/toy-incorporated sex), or public sex.

This chapter has a score of 7, along with dirty talk, general language, kitten!kink, toys, and “dirty” praise.

Word count: 8.1k

-//- Morning after K4-\\-

“I can feel your dick,” you mumble as you wake, sliding a hand down Brendon’s bare thigh and wrapping it around his cock that’s pressing into your hip. He groans a little, rocking up into your grasp. “You fucked me so good last night and came so much; how are you hard again?”

He snorts at your question and gestures on either side of him, to you and Sarah. “Look at my life. Look at my girls. Kitten, I am always hard when you two are around.”

Sarah sits up and stretches a little, and you and Brendon both catch your breath as the sheets pool at her waist. His cock throbs in your grip, and you know you don’t have the energy to get fucked the way he needs to fuck right now.

You curl closer into his side, stroking him slowly now. “B,” you murmur, loosening your hold on his cock. “Baby, I’m so sleepy.”

“Rest, Kitten,” Brendon manages, cupping your face in one hand, and you can see the pure desire in his eyes. “I’m craving Sarah right now. Need my sweet girl. Need her so badly.” You have so much you want to say, but fatigue takes over. Instead, you turn a little and kiss his palm as a way of giving him your blessing, and he beams down at you.

“Then take me,” Sarah says softly from his other side, and you smile to yourself, snuggling back down into the pillows and tugging the blankets higher as you watch. You really are sleepy, and now they’ve got some time together. You love watching them.

Brendon brings Sarah’s mouth down to his, and the embrace is deep and needy. You whine a little as their tongues tease each other, but they’re so lost in the kiss that they don’t hear you.

With one hand in her hair and the other on her bare hip, Brendon flips Sarah so he’s hovering above her. “Is this okay?” He asks her in a soft, low voice, and she nods, biting her lip and reaching for him. “Hang on, sweetness. I need…” Brendon climbs off the bed and you realize he’s grabbing a condom from Sarah’s overnight bag.

Before you know it, he’s back over her, condom rolled into place, and she’s got a hand wrapped at the base of his cock. Legs spread, she guides him exactly where she needs, and Brendon buries his face in her neck as he sinks into her. They share a guttural groan once he’s filled her completely, and you know from how he’s breathing that he’s going to take her hard.

“Fuck, B, that’s so fucking good,” Sarah whimpers, arching up into his urgent thrusts and clinging to his back. He mumbles something that you can’t quite hear, but Sarah must understand, because she laughs breathlessly, nodding and tugging at his hair. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed your cock until you said something,” she tells him, and he swears under his breath, dipping down to kiss her again.

“I knew I needed this perfect pussy as soon as I woke up.”

You think you probably should be jealous, hearing him talk like that to her. But you’re not, and after all, he’s not wrong. She is perfect. A thrill goes through you, and you’re exhausted but giddy. You’re fighting a yawn, but something tells you that they need this moment alone. You close your eyes, allowing the sleep to come if it wants.

Brendon catches one of her legs in the crook of his arm, pushing it back and spreading Sarah wider for him. She’s scratching at his back, at the sheets, and even as sleep creeps in, the slick sound of his cock filling her makes your stomach tighten. You love that they get each other this hot.

“Please,” Sarah begs, her voice high and tense, and while you’re not sure what she needs, you’re confident that Brendon knows and will give it to her. He must, because she’s gasping and squirming, letting out a stream of gratitude and filth. “Fuck, just like that, B, play with my nipples suck them lick them oh fuck it’s so good baby your mouth is so good — shit you’re gonna make me come if you keep sucking like that oh god Bren — please!”

“You say that,” Brendon pants, “like it’s a warning. Like I don’t want you to come.” His mouth is back on her, her neck now, and you can hear the insistent sound his mouth makes as he works at marking her up. “I want you to come all over my cock. Need to feel this gorgeous cunt squeeze my dick as you let go. I know you can, honey. Give me all that sweetness, come on my cock.”

“Clit,” Sarah whimpers, and Brendon soothes her immediately, thumb rubbing messily between her thighs. “Oh shit that’s so good yes yes yes!” Sarah is chanting, her voice reaching new desperation. “B, I’m gonna — you’re going to make me —”

“Want it,” he insists, and she cries out as he picks up the pace, filling her and biting at her neck. “Want to wreck this bed with you, want your screams to let everyone know who fucks you best. Need you to come for your man.”

“Close,” she hisses, fingers digging into the mattress as she bucks her hips up to take him deeper. She wraps her other leg around his waist, groaning when he lifts her leg higher. “I’m right there,” she promises.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” Brendon murmurs, sliding in deep and lifting her hips at the same time, making her squeal that he’s hitting the perfect spot that’s just what she needs — “yes, honey, yes!” Brendon groans as Sarah shrieks and thrashes under him. “So goddamn good for me, my girl comes so hard, that’s it, baby, yes, squeeze my cock with that perfect cunt and come all over me. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come!”

“Need you to come,” Sarah whispers, her nails dragging down his back, and Brendon gasps, thrusting in hard and freezing over her. She clings to him, praising him and scratching at his back and arms. Brendon presses his face into her neck, shuddering as his climax rocks through them both.

“You know,” Sarah murmurs, stroking Brendon’s sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead. “We’ve been together for like, four years now. I wouldn’t mind if…if you wanted to skip a condom in the future.”

Brendon freezes and looks at her, his eyes dark and focused on her face. “Sarah, honey…Kitten and I agreed that I’d never come in anyone else. That hasn’t changed.”

“Oh!” Sarah exclaims, blushing a little. “No. I didn’t mean — I don’t want…B, I don’t like cum,” she says with an awkward laugh. “That whole no swallowing thing, remember? It’s not personal. Just in general, I don’t like it. I don’t mind when you come on me,” she stresses. “Because I can clean up pretty easily. And usually Kitten takes care of the cleanup for me.” They both laugh softly, and Brendon traces her cheek, still watching her carefully.

“Yeah, she does, our good girl. Kitten does love my cum…So even if we didn’t use anything, I wouldn’t come in you?” He’s thoughtful, running the scenario through his mind.

“Definitely not,” she says, shaking her head vigorously. “You’d still need to pull out. But if you wanted to skip the condom, I’d be okay with that. I want to feel you. All of you.”

“Fuck, that sounds so good,” Brendon mumbles, kissing her needily. “Getting to feel my baby directly on my cock, nothing between us…really show you that you're mine.”

“Yours,” Sarah agrees, tangling her hands in his hair and arching into his kiss. “Yours.”

-||-

“Was it good?” You’re on your back with your knees bent, clutching at Brendon’s head and grinding back against his eager mouth. He goes to answer and you whine, tugging at his hair. “Don’t stop!”

Brendon laughs a little, and while the sensation is amazing against your clit, you don’t appreciate his laughter. He looks up and sees this on your face, and he laughs harder, resting his head on your stomach. “Baby, it's like being at the dentist and they start asking me questions while they’ve got their hands in my mouth. Except this is way more fun because it’s your wet cunt, not sharp tools. Anyway, my point is, I can’t carry on a conversation with pussy in my mouth.”

He grins at you, and you have to laugh too at the comparison. “Sorry, B. You’re right.” He shrugs your apology off, nuzzling your slick inner thigh affectionately.

“I know I am, Kitten,” he teases. “So do you want to continue peppering me with questions while I eat you out, knowing I’ll have to take my mouth off of you to answer, or do you want to pause the talking til you’ve tapped out?”

You think about it for a moment, playing with his hair and sigh deeply, before guiding his head back so you can rub against his mouth. “I guess I don’t mind the tease. Carry on.” He settles back down against the mattress, both hands wrapped around your thighs. “So…was it good?”

Brendon looks up at you as his tongue traces over you, and nods just enough that it sends sparks through your core. “It was good,” he says, moving one hand so he can slide two fingers into you. “It was really good.”

“Good,” you pant, wriggling to get his fingers deeper. “You both sounded so hot. I watched at first but once you grabbed the condom, I didn’t. I wanted to give you some privacy...” You laugh a little, biting your lip at the memory of hearing Brendon come from fucking Sarah. “Did it feel different?”

“Different than…?” He props himself up between your legs and gives you a curious look, one eyebrow raised.

“Different than when you fuck her when I’m conscious. Oh, wait, that sounds bad.” He grins when you pause, processing your thoughts. “Fuck it; you know what I mean. Participating.”

Brendon thinks about it for a moment, fingers still spreading and thrusting into you. As he ponders, he dips his head back down to suck at your clit, and you squeal, tugging his hair and moving back against his face. When he’s ready to torment you again, he wrenches his mouth off of you, breathing hard.

“Yeah, actually. Not in a bad way. Knowing it was just us…she felt more like…mine.” You can’t fight the broad smile that takes over your face, and Brendon notices, grinning faintly. “We talked last night,” he admits after a moment. “You were asleep and we talked about how she’s felt, being part of us, and our feelings for each other.”

“Oh?”

Brendon rubs his tongue against you, back and forth against your clit. You love when he does this; you live for those soft sighs that slip out from his mouth as he tastes you and teases you. “Kitten,” he says, meeting your eyes. “Kitten, I told her I loved her. I said I knew she was ours and yours, but she’s also mine.” His fingers curve and rub, and you shriek as he coaxes your orgasm from you.

It’s rough and hot and wet, and you’re bucking into his urgent thrusts. You can feel that you’ve soaked the bedsheets, and Brendon groans in satisfaction as he buries his face in you.

“Good,” you choke out, your hands tangled in his hair with a death grip so you can ride out the pleasure against his mouth. “She is yours. And she’s mine and she’s ours, but she’s yours too. And I love her, so…oh fuck, B, that’s it, lick it baby, fuck that’s so good I’m gonna — again, Bren, I’m gonna come again — so I want you to love her too. You meant it?”

“I meant it. Kitten, I love her,” Brendon gasps before his tongue flicks against you, and his admission pushes you over the edge. You’re falling apart, every inch of your body electric and humming and centering around your clit as you explode.

Brendon is slumped over you, mouth still shining when the shower turns off. “Kitten, there’s something I need to talk to you about. It’s not bad, I promise, so don’t worry or stress. But now just isn’t the right time.” You nod, accepting this, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Soon, though,” he promises as Sarah emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. You’re both distracted; she’s totally naked.

You reach for her; she obliges and crosses the hotel room to hop onto the bed. Her skin is damp and she’s flushed from the hot water, and you can’t help but tug her down for kisses. She curls around you, indulging in soft, lazy kisses.

Brendon’s caught his breath and is sprawled next to you, watching the two of you caress and embrace each other. “I love you both so much,” he murmurs, playing with a strand of Sarah’s wet hair before stroking his hand over your cheek. “Fuck, my girls make me so happy.”

-||-

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you moan, clinging to Brendon later that afternoon when he’s dressed and getting his bag repacked. “Sarah, do we have to go?”

“We have to leave this hotel room; I only booked one night and we’re lucky B was able to get us a late checkout,” she teases sleepily from the bed. “And we probably should get home. There are small furry creatures who depend on you.”

You whine, and Brendon kisses you as he lifts you up. You tangle yourself around him, and he deepens the kiss. As you moan into his mouth, he deposits you on the bed and crawls up over you. Before he kisses you again, he pulls back, breathing hard. “Loves, I’ve got two more shows on this leg of the tour, and then I’m home. I’ll be home by this weekend. I’ll be home with my best girls by this weekend.”

“We can make it til this weekend, can’t we, Kitten?” Sarah murmurs, petting your hair as you sigh dramatically. “We can make it til this weekend,” she tells Brendon with a laugh. He grins and leans in to kiss her, and it’s sweet and soft but just as intimate as his embrace with you.

“Good girls. My best girls,” he tells you again, and you nod eagerly. “And once I’m home, we’re going to spend the next four days in bed, making up for lost time.”

“Wait, can it be the next three days?” Brendon looks a little surprised that you’re asking for a reduction in time, and you tug at his hair affectionately. “I have my first book club meeting Tuesday night.”

“Mmm, that’s right…” Brendon muses, nibbling down your neck and nuzzling each mark he’s leaving. “You’re not hosting, are you?” You shake your head breathlessly, and he grins. “Good. Sounds like it’ll just be me and Sarah for the night then.”

“Oh, that’s perfect,” you enthuse, sitting up suddenly and beaming at them both. Sarah is confused, and you take her hands in both of yours. “You know I love you, right, baby?” She nods, unsure of where you’re going with this, and you continue. “I want you and Brendon to have time and space for your relationship to grow too. So this is great. Once a week, I’ll be out of the house and you two can do whatever you want.”

“I feel like you’re setting us up on a playdate,” Sarah quips, and Brendon laughs as you cross your arms.

“No, I just mean…”

“It’s okay, Kitten. I know what you mean. Thank you.” Sarah smiles at you sweetly and kisses you before reaching for Brendon. He moves toward her without hesitation, and you know you’re grinning like an idiot, but you just love watching them together. “It’ll be nice,” Sarah murmurs, and Brendon agrees, caressing her side.

-//- Tuesday -\\-

“Kitten, before you head out.” Brendon catches your hand and tugs you back into your room. You fall easily into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and smiling up at him.

“Yes, B?”

“Did you think about the condom thing that we talked about the other night? With me and Sarah I mean.” He’s playing with your hair, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs as you remember them curled around you, whispering their request with broken thoughts and interrupting each other. You remember the anxious look on both of their faces and the long, tender kiss Brendon gave you as you promised to think about it.

“I don’t mean to spring this on you if you haven’t fully thought it through. It’s just that…well, we’re going to be alone tonight.”

“No, I know. I’ve thought about it, B. You’re still not coming in her, but that’s because we agreed and because she doesn’t want it, right? So…yeah, I don’t mind.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, moaning a little when his hands curve over your hips. He pulls you flush against him, letting you feel his growing erection. “Oh…god, you feel so good. Yes, you can fuck her without a condom.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you tell him, nipping at his earlobe affectionately and rocking your hips forward into his, relishing the feeling of him pressing into you through his sweatpants and your dress. “Fuck our girl good, let her feel that incredible cock deep inside her. Want her to feel you the way I do, velvety soft skin over throbbing hardness. Fuck, it’s just the best. Can’t believe we’ve made her wait four years for this. Your cock is…oh god, B, I love you and I love your cock. Let’s share it with her.” You’re panting against his neck, and his hands have slipped under your dress, pushing it up your thighs.

“Love how much you love it, Kitten,” Brendon groans, and once he’s got your dress over your hips, he teases the waistband of your panties with two fingers. “I know you just said we should share, but…do you want it before you have to leave? Do you have time?”

“Yes,” you whimper, shoving a hand down between your bodies and tugging his erection free from his pants. “But like this.” You meet his eyes as you step back and sink down to your knees. “Want your cock like this,” you tell him, before dipping your head forward and swallowing him down.

“Fuck,” Brendon hisses, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Your mouth, baby…”

You moan in agreement, bobbing faster and gripping the back of his thighs to keep him in your mouth. He’s breathing hard and rocking forward, and you hum happily around him. “Goddamn, that’s so good,” he grunts, one hand clutching your head and the other tugging at his own hair. You tighten your mouth around his length before pulling back to stare up at him.

“Don’t forget,” you manage through ragged breaths. “Don’t forget who worships your cock and swallows every drop for you, who spreads her legs and gets you to fill her up with cum. Go fuck our girl, make it so good for her, rock her fucking world, make her scream and come hard, B, but don’t forget who gets your cock and cum.”

“Kitten,” Brendon groans, thrusting into your mouth again. “Sweetheart, you’re such a good girl for me. Won’t ever forget. Sweet girl, oh fuck, Kitten, you’re gonna make me come, baby, rolling your tongue like that, I’m gonna come, fuck I’m right there — you want it? God I know you do, you’re so fucking good for me — shit shit shit, oh fuck yes, swallow for me, yes…holy shit, baby,” Brendon gasps, hips twitching as you swallow eagerly around him. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs in your ear as you stand up and lick your lips. “My Kitten is so goddamn sexy, sucks my cock so good…”

“And don't you forget it,” you tease, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Brendon.”

“I love you, Kitten. Go have fun talking about books.”

“Oh, I will. Go fuck our girl right.”

-||-

“And what,” Brendon murmurs, making Sarah jump as he walks into the kitchen after you’ve left, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Jesus, B,” she gasps, pressing a hand to her chest as she leans back against the counter. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Mmmm,” Brendon concedes as he crosses the kitchen, resting his hands on the counter on either side of her hips. “I’m sorry, sweetness. Didn’t mean to spook you.” He grins a little and Sarah blushes, looking down at the space between their bodies. “But you didn’t answer my question. What are you doing?” He gestures at the steaks on the prep board behind her.

“Oh! I was just going to season them for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Brendon says softly, taking a step and closing some of the space between them. Her breath catches in her throat. “I appreciate your help, but I’m taking care of everything tonight,” he reminds her, and Sarah nods, suddenly aware of his dark jeans and button-down shirt and her shorts and fitted tank top.

“You changed out of lazy clothes. Should I go change?” She gestures between them, biting her lip. “You look fancier than me.” She fiddles with the shoulder of her tank top.

He gives a disinterested shrug, fully focused on the exposed skin of her neck and collarbone. “If you want to change, you can. But you don’t have to,” he says, dipping his head down to trace the line of her neck with his nose and breathing her in. “You smell so fucking good,” he tells her, taking another step until there’s barely any space between them.

“Kitten…got us a new body wash,” Sarah whispers, letting her head roll back so Brendon can bury his face in her neck the way they both love. He does, kissing and suckling, breathing hard when he finally pulls back to admire his work.

“I love it,” he murmurs, moving his hands from the counter to her waist and one up to cup her face. “Like I said, you can change if you want to. But I think you look perfect.” He runs a thumb over her cheekbone, and she tilts her face up, sighing blissfully into the gentle kiss he presses to her lips. “Absolutely perfect,” Brendon repeats, pulling back to stare at her.

“Speaking of perfect,” Sarah whispers, tracing Brendon’s jaw with two fingers, “those chocolate mousse cups in the fridge look incredible. But, B, you don’t like chocolate.”

“No,” Brendon agrees, thumb still moving gently from her temple to the corner of her mouth, transfixed by the way her lips move. “I don’t.”

“But —”

“I have something else in mind for my dessert,” he murmurs, the hand on her waist drifting down between her thighs briefly as his thumb brushes across her lips, and Sarah’s eyes widen. “That is, if my dessert is amenable to being on the menu.”

“I think…your dessert is very amenable to being on the menu,” she says softly, and Brendon groans a little, stepping closer. Sarah stares up at him; the love and desire in his eyes is everything she’s ever wanted, and he’s here in front of her, wanting her too.

“We could skip dinner,” Brendon offers, tracing a finger down her arm and trying to look casual. “If you’re not too hungry. I’m starving, but those,” and he gestures toward the steaks, “won’t satisfy me. I need more.” He takes another step closer, and now Sarah can feel how hard he is. He’s pressed fully against her, and her head is spinning. She grabs for his shoulders, and he grips her waist. She’s so wet she can feel it on her thighs. His hands move from her waist to her face and hair. “Need you, Sarah,” he says softly.

“Fuck,” Sarah says in a hoarse whisper before they lunge for each other.

“Fuck,” Brendon agrees desperately, lifting her up onto the countertop and standing between her legs. The embrace is rough and needy, and their hands tangle together as they both try to get Sarah’s shirt off.

It falls to the floor and Brendon groans, lifting and scooping her breasts with both hands, ducking his head down to suck one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Sarah gasps and tangles her legs around his waist, leaning back, but Brendon stops her.

“Counter isn’t wide enough; your head won’t be supported,” he gasps, gathering her in his arms and, with one hand under her thighs and the other buried in her hair, he lifts her from the kitchen counter. His eyes scan the kitchen but, failing to find a suitable surface, ends up pushing her up against the wall.

Sarah whines into his mouth, tugging at his belt and rubbing against him urgently. “Brendon,” she pleads, and he nods, pinning her to the wall with his hips so he can get the belt off and give her better access to his cock straining against the denim.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing back against her. “Fuck, I know; give me a second.” They’re silent for a moment; there’s only Sarah’s shallow breaths and Brendon’s muttered curses as he fumbles with his jeans. “Good enough,” he grunts once he’s gotten them unzipped enough for his cock to press forward through his boxers. Sarah whimpers, bearing down on him and grinding, panting and kissing down his neck, “Need to get my mouth on those perfect tits,” he groans, lifting her slightly higher and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

“B, I was — your cock,” Sarah moans, rocking her hips forward. “It felt so good.” He nods, still kissing over her breasts, and her eyes flutter shut. “Oh, but this is good too,” she concedes, gasping in pleasure when he pulls back to breathe cool air across her nipples. He carefully presses two fingers against her as she squirms, and she sighs happily.

“It’s not my cock, but you can rub against my fingers, sweet girl,” he mumbles against her skin, groaning when he feels how wet she is through her shorts. “Right through, baby…fuck.”

“For you,” Sarah whimpers, rubbing against his fingers eagerly and clutching his head to her breasts, as she feels her body tense. “I’m gonna come for you,” she gasps, pushing hard against Brendon’s fingers and biting her lip.

“Wait,” Brendon pleads, lowering her down and dropping to his knees between her legs. He tugs her shorts down and buries his face in her pussy. “Now,” he groans, looking up at her, and her hips roll forward; she comes apart for him.

“Now, now, now,” Sarah chants, grabbing his head with both hands and riding her orgasm out with his tongue pressed to her clit. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“Come on my face,” Brendon groans into her, grabbing at her hips and pressing as close as he can. “Want you all over my face, baby. Need you, be my messy girl, get off on my face, sweetheart.”

Sarah’s moan is guttural and desperate; Brendon’s begging works. Her back arches off the wall and he’s licking urgently, taking everything she’ll give him.

Her legs are still trembling when Brendon scoops her up, carrying her to the stairs. “Bed,” he groans against her lips, and she nods, tugging at his shirt. “Fuck, need you.”

They’re halfway up the stairs when Brendon pushes her back up against the wall, mouth moving over her neck before capturing her lips. “Couldn’t stand not kissing you for another moment,” he whispers when he pulls back to rest his forehead against hers. “Fuck, you are so perfect. Need you.”

“Need you so badly,” Sarah agrees, scratching along his chest and working on the buttons on his shirt so he can shrug out of it before continuing up the steps. “My room,” she suggests when Brendon hits the landing of the second floor and pauses.

“Your room,” he confirms, fingers flexing on her thighs as he nudges open her bedroom door. He places her reverently on the bed, then steps back to gaze at her nude form as he shoves at his jeans. He’s fully naked and is crawling up over Sarah when she grabs his cock.“Wait, fuck, wait. B. Do we need to get a —”

“No,” Brendon tells her, gathering her in his arms and kissing her tenderly. “Unless you want one.” He’s got a hand on her waist and the other cradles her head, and the embrace is intense and full of longing.

“I just want you,” Sarah whispers as she wraps her legs around his waist, relishing the slick slide of his cock along her hip. “Take me.”

“Fuck, my girl,” Brendon groans, and they move together so he’s settled between her thighs. “You’re so fucking wonderful. I love you, baby.” His first thrust into her is slow and deep, and she cries out, tugging at his hair and bucking up into him.

“I love you, B — oh fuck, you feel so good,” she gasps against his mouth as he fills her over and over again, his pace excruciatingly slow. “You feel amazing. Holy shit, your cock! Goddamn, I’ve been missing out, holy fuck.”

He lets out a breathless laugh. “Your cunt is to die for. Hot. Wet. Tight, oh my god, Sarah baby, I need more of you. Trying to go slow for you, but fuck, I need more of you.”

“Fuck me however you want,” Sarah groans, writhing under him. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” he agrees, biting at her neck and increasing his pace a little. “Goddamn, you are mine.” She gasps as his teeth graze her skin. “And I’m going to make sure everyone knows it,” he whispers in her ear.

“Oh fuck yes, Bren; take me, fuck me, I’m yours!” She’s squealing as he shifts her legs up over his shoulders, and they both groan when his cock slips in deeper. “Oh my god, I can feel every inch of you,” Sarah gasps, hands tangled in her sheets and nails digging into the mattress.

He’s grabbing at her hips, lifting her more, and his pace is steady, letting her relish the sensation of his cock as it fills her. “So fucking deep,” Brendon groans, using one hand to stroke over her breasts while the other still cradles her head. “Sweetheart, your cunt is everything.”

“You’re going to make me come, I’m gonna fucking come from you talking like that,” she moans, abandoning the sheets to scratch at his back.

“Good,” Brendon says softly, before he pulls back, leaving Sarah whining and squirming with her legs spread. “Here, let me —” and he’s on her again, kissing feverishly, hands on her waist and turning her. “Like this,” he gasps in her ear now that her back is to his chest. “Want to take you like this.”

“Holy shit, yes,” Sarah gasps, arching so he can slide in deep again. “Oh fuck that’s so good, how does it feel so good?”

“Because I know your body and I want to drive you fucking wild,” His fingers find her clit, and she’s rocking forward into his touch, grinding down against him. “Also, Kitten fucked you like this and you were a quivering mess by the time she was done with you, and I wanna feel my girl come all over my cock the way you came on that toy,” Brendon murmurs in her ear, his other hand coming up to squeeze at her breasts and pinch her nipples lightly. “Will my fingers push you over the edge, or do you want me to grab your vibrator like Kitten did? You know I will,” he promises, his voice low. “You know I’ll do anything to get you to come for me, baby. Give you anything, do anything for you, love you so much. I’ll fuck you just like this and hold your favorite toy right against your clit til you fall apart. Just know, oh fuck,” he’s panting hard and buries his face in her neck for a moment as she gasps his name and squeezes hard around him. “Fuck, just know I’m greedy. Wanna feel everything. If I grab the vibe, I’m gonna pull it away when you come. Need to feel that slickness all over me. Need to feel your sweetness dripping down my fingers. So what’s it gonna be, baby?”

“Fingers,” Sarah gasps, reaching to grab his hand and press his fingers more firmly against her clit. “Fingers, B. I’ll come from your fingers I’ll come all over you just please don’t stop I love you oh please don’t stop take me fuck me oh god please!”

Brendon is using every bit of self-control to not come in her. She’s drenching his fingers as she rocks back and forth, and he’s in heaven, blissed out with his head back and eyes closed. “You are incredible and you’re mine,” he tells her. Sarah shudders and lets out a litany of curses and gratitude as his hand between her thighs works her into a frenzy. His mouth on her neck is coaxing her so sweetly to the edge of climax, as his cock rubs right where she needs him.

“I’m gonna,” Sarah whimpers, and he pushes her closer and closer.

“You know what I thought the first time I saw you?” Brendon gasps now. “Watching you walk into that room was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Completely in awe.”

“Oh my god.” She’s grinding back against his cock, breathing hard, and he’s holding her flush against him.

“Had to have you. Needed you. And now you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours — I’m, oh please, I’m gonna come B I’m gonna come for you god yes yes yes!” Sarah’s words dissolve into senseless squeals of pleasure. Brendon groans, biting down on her neck and rubbing her clit to keep her coming for him.

“Sarah, baby, I’m close,” he chokes out through gritted teeth; he’s desperate to keep his promise to both of his girls but overwhelmed at the tension around his cock as she comes, shaking and gasping and clutching at him. “Baby, I need — I’m gonna — oh god, honey!”

“Sorry,” Sarah groans, rolling off of him so he can wrap a hand around his cock. “Fuck, I’m sorry, B.”

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Brendon grunts, eyes closed and taking slow breaths as he presses his cock against his stomach, fighting the urgent need to stroke and rub his thumb over the tip while he imagines a soft, wet, eager tongue. “I’m okay. I didn’t…it’s fine.”

Sarah twists on the bed to curl into his side, and he kisses her forehead. “Do you need to…” she trails off, gesturing feebly. They both laugh at her flailing hand, and Brendon shakes his head.

“Well, I mean — yes,” he admits. “But I’ll wait for Kitten to get home. She’ll want to suck the taste of you off my cock anyway.” Sarah whimpers as Brendon’s cock twitches in his hand and his hips involuntarily jerk; they’re both clearly aroused by the idea.

“You know what we have to do, right?” Sarah murmurs, wrapping her hand around Brendon’s and moving both slowly. He groans and bites down hard on his lower lip, and Sarah leans in, kissing him to get him to release it. “I need to stay on your cock til she gets home, so you’re still slick from my cunt.”

“Jesus,” Brendon grunts, closing his eyes and gripping his cock tightly so Sarah can’t move his hand. “Yeah, okay. But no teasing me. I’m right on the edge. And if I tell you I’m pulling out, let me, okay?”

“You won’t get any resistance from me,” Sarah reassures him with a wry smile, straddling him and sinking down onto him slowly. “Fuck, you have a great cock. I feel so full,” she marvels, tracing her fingers over his stomach.

“No praise, fuck, honey,” Brendon hisses, his eyes shut tight. “I can’t — this isn’t gonna work, not like this, not when I look up and see you on me with your perfect tits — fuck, off baby, get off — I need to be in you from behind.”

-||-

You walk in through the garage and into the kitchen, grinning when you see the abandoned steaks and Sarah’s clothes scattered on the floor. “I love this trail of breadcrumbs,” you mumble to yourself as you drop your purse and head for the stairs.

There are two buttons from Brendon’s shirt on the lower stairs, and the shirt itself is crumpled on the second to last step. His jeans aren’t visible, so you have no clue as to where they ended up. You cock your head to the side, listening.

“Fuck, that was so good!” Sarah’s voice echoes down the hall, and you head toward her room. You’re a little relieved they were in there and not the big bed. You love them both, but it would feel wrong.

You nudge open her door, expecting to see your husband and girlfriend entwined in some insane position, fucking each other senseless. Instead, they’re both on their sides, and Sarah’s got a leg up and draped back over him so he can fill her from behind. They’re both intensely focused on Sarah’s phone, which Brendon is holding in front of her and tapping at the screen. “Oh,” you laugh, more than a little surprised, leaning in the doorway. “What are you two doing?”

Sarah glances up from her phone, beaming at you. “I’m keeping him hard for you, and we’re taking turns on Homescapes to pass the time. He’s getting lucky though.”

“Yeah I am,” Brendon laughs, kissing her neck and rocking forward. “Shit shit shit, bad idea,” he groans, rolling onto his back, squeezing the base of his cock, and breathing hard. Sarah cackles and snatches her phone from his grasp.

“That’s what you get for using the power-up I earned,” she gloats, and then crawls off the bed to kiss you longingly. “He hasn’t come at all tonight,” she murmurs against your mouth. “He wanted to wait for you.”

“Oh,” you sigh, lust flooding your brain. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Your girlfriend,” Brendon says through gritted teeth, “is such a tease.”

Sarahl lets out an indignant sputter and hops back onto the bed so she can poke him. “Hey, now I’m just her girlfriend? What happened to,” and her voice drops to an absolutely perfect impression of Brendon, “Goddamn, you are mine; sweetheart your cunt is everything. Had to have you. Needed you. And now you’re mine.”

You and Brendon both stare at her; Brendon’s a little slack-jawed and you’re clutching the door frame. “Sarah…I had no idea you could do his voice so accurately,” you finally stammer out, and Sarah grins up at you, stretching and shrugging. “You’re…” you continue, still a little dazed, “you’re gonna have to do that for me when B is traveling. That was so fucking hot. Shit, put a vibe in me from behind and you can lick my clit and just do both voices, holy fuck…”

“Great,” Brendon groans, pressing a hand to his face while the other still squeezes his cock desperately. “I’m completely useless now.”

“I wouldn’t say completely useless,” you argue, giggling and crossing around the bed to tug him up to his feet. “Come on, B; you haven’t come yet. Should we all head to bed or hop in the shower?”

Sarah stands now too, gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and kisses your forehead. “I think I’m going to sit out this round, Kitten,” she tells you. “Our man wore me out.” Brendon smirks a little, conceding this and pulling Sarah over for a long kiss. You bite your lip, imagining all the ways he managed to wear her out, and Sarah must read your mind because she grins and taps your ass lightly. “We can have sexy story time tomorrow. For now, let the man come. He has earned it, trust me. I’m gonna crash in here for now, but might crawl into the big bed in a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan, love,” you tell her, wrapping her in a hug. “Get some rest, but feel free to come cuddle. Make sure you eat something— no,” you laugh, pointing at her when a wicked gleam appears in her eyes and she reaches for the hem of your dress. “Bad girl. Eat real food. But not the steaks; they’ve been sitting out for god knows how long. B, here we go. Hope you’re ready for round two,” you say as you head for the door.

“Fuck, I think round two was somewhere on the stairs,” he moans, but he rolls off the bed and willingly follows you back to the main bedroom and its bathroom.

-||-

“Bed, baby?” You ask once inside your bedroom. Brendon nods urgently, biting his lip and averting his eyes as you strip your clothes off. “Hey, pay attention! I’m wearing really sexy underwear,” you protest, laughing as he groans.

“Kitten, I cannot look at you until you’re completely ready to swallow. That’s how close I am. Just seeing you get naked for me — ah, shit fuck— can’t…fuck, Kitten, I need to come.”

“Fuck,” you murmur as you scramble onto the bed. “Give me one sec, B.” You arrange the pillows into a supportive stack and lean back against them. “Straddle me,” you instruct, and he nods, still averting his eyes. “You’ve worked hard tonight, so I’m not gonna tease you. If you scoot a bit closer, knees resting on either side of my hips, that’s good, there — you should be able to thrust into my mouth. Ready when you are, my love.”

“You’re the fucking best,” Brendon grunts, and right before he slides himself into your waiting mouth, he opens his eyes and looks down at you. “I fucked her without a condom, Kitten. We thought you’d want to taste her pussy all over my cock.”

“Holy fu—” but you don’t get to finish the thought because his slick cock is moving over your tongue. All you can do is moan around him and hope he can see the gratitude in your eyes when he holds still to let you savor the moment. You can taste her; you can tell she came hard on Brendon’s cock, and the flavor mixed with him is making your stomach tighten and your hips buck up instinctively. You reach for the dresser drawer, fingers stretching, and Brendon realizes what you need. He reaches too, opening it and grabbing your thrusting vibrator. He turns it on, handing it to you, and you moan your appreciation. It’s a bit of a contortion, but you get your arm down your body and use the now-thrusting vibe to fill yourself. “Holy shit, your cock covered in her is incredible,” you mumble when Brendon pulls back, breathing hard and gripping his cock.

“Kitten, I'm not going to last long,” Brendon warns, and you tell him you’re ready. He slides in deep and you hum in pleasure when the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. You tighten your lips while dropping your jaw, and press your tongue to the bottom of his cock, rubbing at the vein that runs the length of the underside. “Now,” Brendon chokes, one hand cupping your face and the other curled around the headboard for leverage as he thrusts one time.

You’ve had a lot of sex with this man. You’ve seen him come more than a few times, in and on you in more than a few ways. Still, when you watch him come undone from your mouth in this moment, you’re in fucking awe.

His whole body is frozen except for his cock throbbing in your mouth, his eyes are wide and fixated on you, and his mouth is open though he’s not making a sound. You can see the vein in his neck pulse; something about that pushes you over the edge and you feel yourself come hard over the thrusting vibrator. Your squeal triggers a new level of ecstasy in him. Brendon tosses his head back, gasping and praising you between a long stream of expletives and breathless gratitude, caressing your face and thrusting slowly.

He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and his cock is in your mouth. He’s trembling over you, lips parted, eyes glazed, and his hips stop rocking as you swallow again.

“I’m dead,” he groans, sliding himself out of your mouth and falling to the side. “I’m dead I’ve died and God doesn’t care about all the shit I’ve done because he let me into heaven or I’m dying and I’m going to hell but he’s a merciful god who sent me out on the greatest fucking orgasm of my entire life.” He’s breathing hard, reaching for you, and you curl into his side, draping a leg across his waist. He grabs onto your thigh, still mumbling about being dead.

“You’re not dead, or dying as far as I can tell,” you say with a small smile, pressing your hand to his chest. “Also, you’re not religious.”

“I could be, after that,” Brendon mumbles, turning and burying his face in your neck. “It was a religious experience. I just transcended time and space and every inch of my body knew absolute bliss. Fuck. You’re sure I’m alive?” You nod, giggling, and he kisses your neck. “Goddamn, Kitten. you are fucking incredible. You’re my religious experience. Fuck. That’s a new song title. I Saw God and She Looks Like My Wife.”

“I think Sarah deserves some credit,” you tease, stroking his hair as he presses himself closer and clings to you. “Considering you fucked her and then she cockwarmed you. Well, she edged you, because she kept you hard.”

“Uh huh,” he mumbles, his neck kisses slowing down and his hands wandering over your body beginning to linger. “You two can share the credit. She showed me the cliff and brought me to the cliff but you dragged me over the edge, caught me, and let me come in your mouth.”

“That…” you pause to yawn, tracing his lips affectionately, “that last part doesn’t work with your metaphor.” He lifts his head and blinks at you sleepily. “The coming in my mouth part. It doesn’t work with your falling off a cliff extended metaphor.”

”Yes it does,” Brendon grumbles, climbing on top of you and snuggling down so he can press his face to your breasts. “In the metaphor, you let me come in your mouth. Don’t argue, Kitten,” he pauses to yawn too, and your heart tightens at how adorable he is. “I don’t have the energy to keep up with you.”

“No,” you agree with a soft smile. “You really don’t. You can sleep, baby.” He mumbles something. “What?” You tug his hair a little. “I didn’t — repeat, please.” He lifts his head slightly and asks if you came, apologizing that he didn’t notice. “Oh love, it’s fine. You were a little distracted by your religious experience,” you laugh. “But fuck, yes I did.” You grab his hand that’s on your thigh and guide his fingers to where you were laying. He groans, feeling the wet sheets, and goes limp on top of you.

“I’ll do…laundry in the morning,” Brendon manages through yawns, and you kiss the top of his head. You grab the blankets and tug them up; he pulls you close so he can tuck you under his chin and wrap you in his arms. “Kitten?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I love you so fucking much. And I love Sarah too. Not the same way I love you. But just as much. Kitten?”

“I’m listening, B.” You run a hand down his back, stroking him sleepily.

“Kitten, can we marry her? I love her. You love her. She loves us. We should marry her.”

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Party Incident

Brendon Urie x Reader x Sarah Urie

This story is like high school college Brendon and Sarah.

y/n paced back and forth in her room running her hands through her hair as she waits for Sarah to get here. She feels really guilty for what happen at the party a couple days ago.

Flash back to the party

y/n signed adjusting her dress before entering the house. She really didn’t want to be here but Sarah , her best friend, begged her to go. Y/n walked in and pushed passed people trying to find Sarah. After a couple minutes she gave up and went to the kitchen to get a drink. “y/n! Didn’t know you were coming!”, she heard someone yell behind her. She turns to see Brendon , Sarah's boyfriend and y/ns other best friend, making his way to her. She smiled at him as he engulfs her in a hug. “Yeah, Sarah begged me to come. By the way where is she?”, y/n asked pulling away. “ She didn’t text you? She had a last minute thing come up.”, Brendon says. y/n’s eyebrow lifted at that , Brendon just shrugs at her. Then y/n frowns because Sarah didn’t text her that she wasn’t coming. “Oh.. I might just go then.”, y/n says. Brendon grabs her arm before she could move from him, “No! Stay!”. Y/n shakes her head , “ As much as standing in a corner by myself sounds like so much fun, I think i’ll pass.”. “ Oh come on you don’t have to be alone you can hang out with me.”, Brendon says. “ B, we both know what once all your friends are here you are going to go and get drunk or high or even both”, y/n says crossing her arms. Brendon shakes his head no ,” I promise ill stay with you, making sure you're having fun.”. y/n sighs shaking her head no. “Please!”, Brendon says giving her puppy dog eyes. y/n laughs looking away from him. He starts poking/ tickling her till shes a giggling mess. “Okay Fine! Ill Stay!”, y/n says giggling pushing Brendon away. y/n doesn’t remember much after that , other then countless amounts of drinks. Drinks after drinks as well as a lot of dancing. The only other thing she remembers is Brendon taking her home and them making out in his car.

Back to Present

y/n started chewing on her nails thinking about what happen. She sat on her bed crying, how could she do this to her friend. She was so lost in thought she didn’t here Sarah walk in. “Honey I’m Home!”, Sarah says coming in laughing. Her smile fell as she looked at y/n. “ Y/n , What happen? Are you okay?”, Sarah says sitting next to her. All y/n could do was shake her head no. Sarah reached out to hug her, but y/n pulled away from her standing. Sarah frowned as y/n paced. “ No i’m a bad friend. A horrible friend. Someone who doesn’t deserve you or your friendship.”,Y/n started rambling about how bad of a friend she was. Sarah stood up grabbing y/n’s arms stopping her. “y/n what are you talking about?”, Sarah asked. Y/n looked at her then push pass her to sit back down on her bed. Tear start to form again, “ Something happen at the party a couple days ago.”. “What happen?”, Sarah asked kneeling in front of her. “ I..well..Oh gosh i’m so sorry Sarah!”, Y/n says crying. Sarah rubs her arms trying to soth y/n to tell her what happen. “ A..At..At the party when you didn’t show up Brendon convinced me to stay. Telling me I deserve to have some fun. I don’t remember much but a lot of drinks. As well as him taking me home. When he did we..we...we ended up making out in his car.”, Y/n says. She couldn’t bring her self to look at Sarah. “ Im so sorry Sarah! I understand if you want to cuss me out , slap me and don’t want to be friends. Im so sorry. I don’t desr-”, y/n was cut off by Sarah grabbing her face and pulling her to her kissing y/n. Y/n was shocked at first but then started kissing her back. All those feeling for Sarah that y/n tried to hind away started coming back up. After a while they pull part. “ I know.”, Sarah says laying their foreheads together. “What?”, y/n ask looking at Sarah. “ I know. Brendon told me. Im upset ,  not about you to kissing but the fact that he got to kiss you first.”, Sarah says kissing the corner of y/ns mouth to her neck. “wait ! what?!”, y/n says looking up seeing Brendon standing in her door way. He smiles at them before making his way to them. He holds his hand out for y/n. She takes it, and he pulls her up to him. Wrapping His arms around her. “ Before me and Sarah got together we both liked you. But you started dating that Jackass Chance. So we got together , but we realised that we both still wanted you. But as well as each other. So we were making a plan to tell you.” , Brendon says kissing her cheek. Sarah cames behind her rubbing her back. “ That day I was getting everything ready while Brendon distracted you. The plan was he was suppose to get you to let lose and have fun to make sure i didn’t run into you in town and ruin everything. But Brendon had to go and ruin it.”, Sarah says causing y/n to laugh. “ So what do you say baby?”, brendon ask placing small kisses along y/n’s jaw. “ I say … what took you two so long? I have been in love with you two since we all came friends.”, y/n says. Both Sarah and Brendon pull back and looked at her. y/n smirks nodding her head. She then grabs sarah's hand dragging her to her bed to lay down. “ Hey , what about me?”, Brendon asked. “I don’t know. I have a headache from crying because of you.”, y/n says snuggling in to Sarah. Brendon pouts at them. y/n looked up at him. He gives her his puppy dog eyes again. “ Okay , fine! Come on!” , y/n says making room. Brendon Smiles and get in laying down between his girls. He smiles wrapping an arm around each one pulling them in closer and kissing them on the forehead.

- MM

[topimagines]

Elastic Heart

Part II

Summary:  And I will stay up through the night, yeah, let's be clear, won't close my eyes. And I know that I can survive, I'll walk through fire to save my life.

A/n: yes, bitch, I actually wrote an entire 2 parter in 3 days

Part 1

Y/n did not wake up for another few hours. The nurse said she was going to take a little while, but Brendon did not expect it to take this long. After they placed the chest tube, Brendon got her moved to a private so he and Sarah could stay the night. Zack had left hours ago with his wife and had promised to come back in the morning. He kissed y/n on the forehead before he walked with Kala out of the room.

“We should go to sleep, baby,” Brendon told Sarah, who had been sitting and staring at their sleeping girlfriend.

“I’m okay, go ahead and go to sleep,” she whispered. She reached a hand out and wrapped her fingers around y/n’s hand.

-

When y/n woke up, her eyes burned from the bright light shining into the… hospital room?

Suddenly yesterday came back in full detail, and she remembered the intense pain she felt in her side and now it wasn’t. There was a tube coming out of her, though. That wasn’t pleasant to wake up to when all she wanted to do was stretch her achy muscles. A nurse came in smiling, noticing the girl who had just woken up.

“Hiya, trooper!” she greeted quietly. Y/n was about to ask why she was being so quiet when she noticed Brendon asleep on a comfy looking couch. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. “Your friend left to get coffee and made me promise to keep an eye on you,” the nurse explained, “these two stayed with you all day and night.”

“Can you- can you wake him up please?” y/n asked, her voice was sort of hoarse from the amount of time she was asleep. The nurse nodded and walked up to where Brendon was asleep on the couch. She gently coaxed him out of sleep, telling him that his friend was awake. Before y/n could blink, Brendon was up and at her side, taking her hand in his softly.

“You scared the shit out of all of us,” he whispered, “kind of hurt your point though, baby.”

She laughed lightly at his joke. However, she started to feel like a giant ass. She was yelling at him for trying to help her and she was not even grateful for said help.

“I’m so sorry, Brendon,” she sighed, bringing her hand up with his to lay a kiss on his knuckles, “I should not have yelled at you like that. I was being a grade A cunt.” He chuckled and shook his head. Before she knew it, he climbed into the hospital bed next to her (carefully, considering she had a tube sticking out of the side of her chest) and laid down. She rested her head on his chest as he got settled.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he reassured, “I didn’t take it to heart.”

-

A few hours later, Sarah had come back and cried when she saw y/n awake, and the doctor came in to speak to everyone.

“I saw that you had trauma to your side recently,” the doctor said, “and when you came in we requested a chest x-ray, its all pretty standard… but we noticed you have a broken rib, and that is the cause of your pneumothorax.”

Brendon and Sarah both tensed up, remembering the conversation they had the day y/n had gotten hurt.

“No one hit me hard enough to break a bone…”

“So the attack is the reason she had this… thing,” Brendon said out loud, solidifying everyone’s thoughts.

“The attack caused a broken rib, that later led to the pneumothorax,” the doctor reiterated.

Brendon shook his head and got up from the bed, both girls calling his name. He quickly left the room, head hung low, and his phone already taken out of his back pocket.

“Go stop him, Sarah,” y/n knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to make some kind of post, address the situation and tell off his fans.

That would out everyone, and that was no what y/n wanted.

-

Brendon reluctantly came back ten minutes later, after the doctor had left. He had explained the plan for recovery, how they were going to fix the rib that punctured her lung, and how this would affect her going forward. She was going home later that evening, as there wasn’t much else they could do. The rib would heal in due time (after they set it back in place), and he had said she had a small pneumothorax, so the chest tube was taken out.

Everyone was relieved the moment they stepped into the house. Y/n went immediately to the couch and laid down. Sarah said she would cook dinner (she really did not want to see her girlfriend in pain) and Brendon laid down next to her, pulling her into his chest and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered, nosing at her neck, “don’t scare me like that again.” Y/n only nodded, her eyes shutting. Sarah walked in about thirty minutes later with y/n’s favourite food in her hands and saw the two sound asleep in each other’s arms.

She snapped a photo quickly, smiling at how soft they looked.

Brendon had not expected Sarah to take anything into her own hands, but when he woke up and saw thousands of notifications on his phone, he knew she had done something. The post was of the two of them (Sarah and Brendon) on a beach a couple years ago, the next slide was of her and y/n at a movie that he had insisted on taking because they both looked so amazing, and the last was of Brendon and y/n just an hour ago. The caption said: “We don’t like pictures with all three of us, apparently. Anyway, these two are the loves of my life and I hate seeing either one of them in pain. Today, both of them were in pain, and now I am too. Treat people with kindness, don’t do stupid shit. Thank you, have a good night.” Brendon looked down at y/n, sleeping soundly, and smiled. He kissed her forehead before getting up to find his wife.

She was sitting in the dining room with a cold bowl of soup in front of her, her phone in her hand. Brendon slid the bowl away from her and grabbed her phone. He slid it into his pocket before cupping her cheek to make her look at him.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he kissed her lightly.

“I love you too,” she replied, “both of you.”

Now, he was feeling okay.