Gay band one shots

Brallon- You need to behave

Hey guys! I'm back! I'm so so glad you guys got me to 7.4k! It's great to be back! So, @Zalaxy143 wanted a Brallon where Dallon was the Mommy/Daddy, and Brendon is the baby. I'm so happy to do this!

I love writing for you guys. You guys are so awesome. 

LEAVE PROMPTS!!! I know I didn't get a whole lot, but thank you for some of them!! I LOVE YOU!!!!

Now lets get into this.

Dallon: Mommy

Brendon: Headspace: 2

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**Dallon's P.O.V**

   Brendon is a brat. Simple as that. He's just bratty, and constantly got spanked and almost always had a sore bottom. Today, he was trying to be a good boy, but he was sleepy and cranky.

   "Hey, Brendon, don't you dare throw a tantrum. I will spank you." I threaten. He bites his pacifier, fiddling with his skirt. "Play with your toys." I say softly. He sniffles, and sits on the floor, but picks up a block, and hurls it at me. I raise my eyebrows, but before I cold do anything, he threw two more. So I go to him, swat his bottom three times, and take away all his toys.

   "Mommy!!!!" He wails sadly. I shake my head at me, and put them away, but I let him have his crayons and coloring books. He sniffles, and takes his crayons and colors. I felt bad, and I went to the kitchen to get him lunch.

   Twenty minutes later, I came back, and get into his play pen and sitting in front of him. He had been crying pretty hard, and he was suckling hard on his pacifier. 

   "Brendon, would you like some lunch?" I ask softly, petting his hair. He sniffles, then lifts the picture. He had drawn a puppy, with a tear in one eye, and underneath it said "Sorry Mommy." I smile softly, and take the picture. "Thank you baby. I'm not mad sweetie." I say softly. He sniffles and crawls into my lap, eyes closed. I chuckle, and we cuddle for a while longer, and I give him his lunch and a bottle, holding him close to my chest.

   I run my fingers through his hair, noting he needed a bath since his hair had become greasy. But that could wait. I coo to him, and he blinks up at me, balling my shirt in his hand. 

   He finishes his bottle, and whines when he finishes. I chuckle softly, and kiss his head slipping his pacifier into his mouth. He giggles, smiling at me. I carry him to his nursery, and lay him in his crib, sitting on his bed.

   "I love you baby boy." I say softly, kissing his temple. He squeezes his stuffed puppy, and smiles.

   "Love you too, Mommy." He says cutely. I smile and watch as he drifts to sleep. I pat his head again, and lift the crib bars, before I go downstairs. I put all his toys back into his play pen, and smile softly.

   Yes, Brendon is a brat, but hes my brat, and I love him.