Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

Diamonds and Daggers songfic 2/3

Featuring what I call trigging: the combination of butt/back tribadism and a toy up his ass. Lots of cunnilingus, "subby" B, what I call very gentle femdom, tribadism, dirty talk, begging ...

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He's got breakfast made when you come down the next morning—11 am is still morning—and you are really hungry so you scarf some down, the two of you at the table, before sliding your foot over his, raising your eyebrows. "Think it's time for your favourite meal. Drop to your knees..."

He's shoving his chair back before you even finish... But you remember the hard floor, and move things to the living room, throwing a couple pillows on the floor for his knees. Easing him down with a hand in his still wet from the shower hair as he looks up adoringly at you, sighing "take me", kissing over your neck, breast, tummy. Nuzzling, mouthing your clothed mound, vulva, mmming. "I'm yours..." His hands going for your short-clad thighs, tugging your only clothing down, not even off, nose, lips, cheek, chin nuzzling over your furry mound, your clitoris that pops out when erect, what he can get to of your always peeped out labia. Licking, sucking over the your fleshy cleft, moaning, his tongue delving in to find even more, sucking more in...

"That's it, take it. Take my cunt... Such a good boy..." you sigh, widening your stance, his stance lowering to follow, rocking into his mouth.

He spreads you with his thumbs to get even more. Hungrier than the end of last night, but still savoring, no rush, the both of you. You're still pretty gentle with him, even when he gets like this more than usual. You'll always take care of your good boy. Him being vulnerable, pliant doesn't mean he should be taken advantage of. "My sweet boy, lovely boy, fuck." Moaning almost as much as you, blissed out, peaceful, lusty, even on his knees. "Gonna take you..." The first sneaks up on you, still primed from before, grabbing his head, freezing up, short grinds over his lips, tongue, nose even...

You don't want him to get sore, so you move to the couch. He literally crawls to it, asking, ""Gonna fuck my mouth? Make me take it?" He pops his butt out more. "My ass?"

"Straighen up," you command flirtatiously, grinning, and he does. You're so glad he's naked, mostly hard cock and all. You caress over it, his scrotum, with your foot. He does a freaking model pose, eyelashes fluttering, making you both giggle.

"Lay down, you pin up, you," you joke. He does, but not before doing some poses on the couch: bum out, face turned to look at you, then hands and knees, then laying down bum presented again, with the nymphiest grin, come here fingers inviting you closer. You frame him with your hands for each one, telling him to do another pose a couple times, pretending to take photos. "That's the question. Take pics or just watch? What a sight. I spent lots of time on the Bden caboose, why don't we show people how much of your front I ride?"

He eagerly gets on his back, spreading, even bringing his legs up to his chest, genitals and some of his ass on display, before going sprawled out, head thrown back, majorly pouting."I'm ready for my close up, Miss."

"Miss? Saucy imp."

"Ma'am?"

You never were big on formalities, even when you get into him being more... just giving all of himself to you. Not just that; he's always like that. Wanting to be used? Submissive? Wanting to be commanded? Those aren't quite it.

"Your highness?" you giggle.

"You're my queen. Please, Goddess, I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you..." He licks his lips, sucks the bottom lip in. Even they have a formality. Sexy, especially how he says them, but you don't need to be called them. He does rather think of you like that though. Kind of thinks that's what women are generally, on top of being humans.