i might freeze

Brendon Urie - FluffySmut

*a/n because I love him*

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

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“What do you think they are?”

“They appear to be nail clippings.”

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2x09 vs 2x12

1x16 is when Barry Allen has no chill the most when it comes to Iris West and i fucking love it. Central City could be hit by tsunami and he would still be like Iris. yes Iris. but Iris. you know MY IRIS. no listen you don’t understand Dr. Wells, it’s Iris. lris, Iris, Iris. Iris West. Iris West-Allen whoomp there’ it is

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rhett (offstage, mockingly.):

the lightbearers :::: chapter 32

summary: Steampunk AU. When bounty hunter Emma Swan is commissioned by Robert Gold, powerful and mysterious president of the Royal Society of English Magicians, to take down notorious airship pirate Captain Killian Jones, it lands them in a web of political and magical intrigue, dark secrets, and the dangerous London underworld - as well as their unwanted attraction to each other. Multi-chapter, slow burn.
rating: M
status: WIP
available: FF.net and AO3
previous: chapter 31

Emma woke beneath the sharp-slanted eaves of the majestic, sprawling attic bedchamber, the black velveteen curtains lashed to the posts and weak sunlight paving the bare floorboards. Her head ached, her chest was sore, and every breath felt like a hot knife under her ribs, stabbing and stabbing. She had the oddest sense of déjà-vu as she stared emptily at the ceiling, something that her bruised and broken brain could not manage to riddle out. Now that she was awake, she wanted nothing so much as to go back to sleep, escape from a nightmare that was far greater and more terrible than anything she had to contend with there, but it was impossible. She felt as if she was sinking, trapped in a foundering ship as it slid beneath the waves, but even there, a wreck could come to rest. Not for her. No cessation. No peace.

After a moment, she sat up unsteadily, raking her fingers across her gritty face, her tangled, uncombed hair. Now that she was awake, she supposed dully that the logical following step was to dress, but that sounded like far too much an effort, and for far too little purpose. She would be expected downstairs for a cordial breakfast, to make conversation, knowing that her parents were desperate to get to know her (her parents… the very word felt fragile and false, surely just another in an endless litany of lies). Snow and Charming had recognized her at once, known that she was the woman they had met in Misthaven before the casting of the Dark Curse, the one they had inexplicably trusted, even when she had confessed that she was from the future and there was, as yet, no possible way to break the thrall that they were under. Yet now it was broken, she had been reunited with not just her parents but a vast extended tree of people who apparently knew her and had been waiting for her, had spent twenty-eight years in enchanted sleep before she came… before she drove the knife into him, before… before…

Emma’s hands were starting to shake again. Furious with herself, she clutched them hard into the twisted sheets, but that didn’t stop them. A fortnight. It had been a fortnight, and if this was supposed to be her happy ending, her hero’s reward, the life she was destined for, it damn well didn’t feel remotely like it. Nothing felt worth what she had had to pay. Robert Gold had been formally deposed and placed under comfortable house arrest in Kensington Palace, a so-called punishment that made her want to scream every time she thought about it, and as far as she could tell, this was nothing but a prime opportunity for all the enemies he had made in the Royal Society to crawl out of the woodwork, announce that they knew this Scottish ne'er-do-well had been destined to doom them all along, and get things back to the way they thought they should be done instead. Another ambitious career magician, Isaac Heller, had been elevated to the presidency, and was busily doing damage control by buying up every square inch of newspaper space, running constant self-righteous editorials explaining how the citizens of Great Britain had a patriotic duty now more than ever to pull together behind the flag, and deploring the general chaos and disorder that the (justly) defeated sorcerer Jafar had caused across Europe. Heller had magnanimously pardoned the surviving Night Market rebels, not wanting to start his tenure off with a massacre or another public-relations fiasco, but it had been made very clear that this munificence came with a pointed sting in the tail. In return for the Royal Society graciously granting them the right to continued existence, the Night Market was expected to adhere to the hygienic, standard, civilized practices of magic, to report on any of its own members who might be harboring seditionist sympathies, and otherwise never forget that they still could be disbanded, outlawed, and destroyed at any minute. I should never have come home. I should have stayed in the future with Killian, made a life there, and been happy.

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