Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

Thinking about Mormon!B aka How Misadventures Came to Be

these were the initial conversations i had with someone about him, with my side only (unless she sees this, remembers that it was her, and want me to post her parts too). i also took out the links to other mormon!b posts because those two blogs are no longer online. a lot ended up in the misadventures of b fic in more detail and revised, but quite a bit didn't.

This fic became so long I posted the whole thing here:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/194396075-the-mis-adventures-of-a-good-mormon-boy-going-bad

I will be deleting other parts from this compilation, but they are still here at the link above :)

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Mormon Beebs. Like good boy inside and out mormon Beebs or parents and lots of others still think he's good but inside he's a dirty boy who does naughty things?

Oh pure mormon Beebs
In thought and deed or does he have bad thoughts sometimes that he feels guilty about?

B has been wondering about god, heaven, sin and stuff, not sure what he believes, but not wanting to end up damned for eternity--when his doubts get heavy he feels so guilty. When he has wink wink *thoughts* he feels guilty. Especially the ones about boys. Like those were so wrong other religions and even nonreligious guys thought it was wrong. And he sometimes can't stop himself from touching himself, but he usually manages to stop before... you know. But sometimes not, and he prays to god to give him the strength to stop, the thoughts and the touching and the wet dreams. Oh God, the wet dreams. Stuff he's never even seen before he's dreamed about. Especially his face between a girl's thighs, looking at her, licking and kissing her... there... Oh god.

B thinking about eating girls out fucking dkslfjl;dfkjvdkl's me.

He sees you at church, eyerolling, cracking jokes and totally winking at him, making him *blush*, but also be worried you're just making fun of him, or he's imagining any flirtiness. He's too shy/anxious to really say anything back the couple times you talk to him beyond a stuttered hi and finding an excuse to run off. But after seeing you a few times, he has this dream about you. At first you're just sitting on his bed, talking, then suddenly you're naked, asking him if he touches himself, and even in his dream he feels so. Embarrassed. At the question, but he manages an ashamed nod. You grin. "I do to. Wanna see me do it?"

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The sex ed with mormon B--has this B seen porn before? I'm thinking about what his reaction to seeing a diagram of a vulva would be. What's he seen before? Or has he been sheltered and has never seen any? Or has he seen a sister's? Has he seen them in a sexual context before, or is this the first time it's a specifically sexual thing for him and he's popping a boner in class just from the diagram, maybe even wondering if the girls in class look like that between their legs too? Like they have hair there, and inner and outer lips, and a clitoris and a vagina and... Do the lips look the same on different girls, or do they somehow look different, like how hair and eyes can be different colours and noses can be different shapes, and he knows boys can be different sizes, even shades, in penises and balls, do girls' bits look different too?

Teasing him about jacking off after walking in on him, fuck yes. And asking him about it quietly in semi-public. Telling him you find it hot. That it made you want to touch yourself. Did he know a lot of girls did that too? You just did it a couple nights ago. You manage to tell him that, but not that you were thinking about him, and how many orgasms you had. You just say girls can come more than boys, but don't get specific, not yet anyway.

Omg guiding/teaching him. Yessss please

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Mormon B having his first dream about a threesome with a girl & a boy, using their hands on each other as they make out--like he has a hand on each of them, rubbing, and the girl is jacking him off as the boy plays with his balls, slides a finger further back... And he comes so hard he wakes himself up, moaning, feeling so fucking good, kinda reveling in the jizzed up sheets...But then the guilt hits, and he's starting to panic, and he's scrambling up to change the sheets, gets on his knees, prays to god that he doesn't have these thoughts and dreams. He's a good boy, a good straight boy, he really is, please god, he won't act on these dreams and thoughts he swears.