#the back button is free. shutting your fucking mouth is free. constructive criticism when people ask for it is nice but only then

[the-kipsabian]

saw a take so fucking rancid on twitter i almost deleted the entire app from my phone jesus fucking christ

first of all ao3 is an archive site. this is like going to the library and saying "oh i dont like this" on every piece of media you find that you dislike and thinking they should be stamped with some sort of a marker just cause you didnt like it

you can always click back and leave. fic writers owe you nothing to explain themselves and their creations. if they have mistagged or miscategorized fics, then i understand, however there are report tools for that instead of yelling at the artist tbh

im not saying free works arent necessarily above criticism. but this is just. fucking wild. its common courtesy to just enjoy stuff (or fucking leave if you dont, the back button is free) and if the artist specifically asks for critiques, then give one - constructive that is, shitting all over someones work is not proper criticism, mind you

i just find it fucking wild people are treating art and archive sites as social media these days like this and everything needs to be policed and ~catered to the algorithm~ like. no. ao3 doesnt have an algorithm. you should be able to fucking tell what you like and what you dont like and steer away from that kind of content and let people fucking be with their art. they dont owe you anything (except trigger warnings i'd argue, but i know some people disagree with that as well for some reason), and imagine how much more energy you'd have if you only engaged with things you liked and spent time looking at instead of going to places where you dont enjoy yourself. let alone spending time telling other people you dont enjoy what they enjoy. what a fucking life

[ratcig]

Oh! Is it possible to ask for yandere headcanons of Heisenberg kidnapping a foreign female darling (doing her masters abroad), please? Thank you for considering!

Of course!!!

- while getting your masters abroad, for the purpose of research for their masters thesis, leading them to an small town in Romania,

-you and some others from your university boarded in an nearby house, spending your days an a temporary research lab. For an study funded by the umbrella corporation. (is this what people with masters thesis do? I just started college so i dont know).

-somehow heisenberg got loosely involved within the study, inquiring about results, offering resources. and making conversation with your professor. He soon took over the study, due to it being useful in his quest to take over mother Miranda. essentially holding you and your research team hostage to resarch mother Miranda’s powers and weaknesses.

-You where ordered to deliver lab reports to the factory. You where shaking with both fear and cold when you pressed the buzzer. The door immediately ripping not long afterwards. Was he waiting by the door for your arrival?

-he took the heavy stack of files you offered him "the lab reports you asked for sir" he thumbed through the papers, checking them. "Is there anything else you need sir" you asked with your best retail voice. "Everything's here" he muttered to himself. "I will bring more files as they are created, thank you sir" you turned away "where the fuck yer going" you froze "so-so sorry sir" your voice cracked with fear. "I need you for something" he gestured for you to come in. You hesitated, fearful of his possible intentions. "Come on, come on" he said, walking into the pitch black room. You rushed after him to prevent angering him further.

- he led you through the factory, stopping in front of an closed door. He pulled out an crowded keyring, unlocking the door. You where surprised to see that the room wasn't an blood soaked laboratory, but an inhabited room with heating and traces of life. Karl gestured to the fireplace "feel free to warm yourself up" his voice low and husky. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, his button down to tight to pull up beyond his forearm. He walked till behind you "Here... Lemme take your coat buttercup" you could feel his body's vibration from talking on your back.

-the sudden feeling of his warm calloused hands made you jump, he pulled you coat off and tossed it onto the rack. Not budging from his spot behind you. His hot humid breath on the cold skin of your neck, exposed and defenseless to him. He suddenly leaned into you, his neck and chin scratchy, his skin warm,His nose buried in you hair. He deeply and slowly inhaled your scent. His chapped lips landed on your neck. You quicky jerked away in shock. "It's been so long, I loose control sometimes" his grin audible In his voice. "Sorry babydoll, you make me loose control sometimes".

-you sat down at the fire, staring at the floor with your cheeks flushed. Untill Karl sat next to you, with two drinks.

-grossed out by the taste, you quickly gulped it down. Cringing at the burn it left going down. "How is it" he chuckled slightly at your reaction "strong" you said before going into an coughing fit. "sorry baby".

-for what felt like an enternity he talked, at one point you stopped listening due to your increasing fatigue. Your head blurry and thoughts slow. At some point he seemed to be talking to you, you nodded along to whatever he was saying. He held his palm out, offering his cigar. But due to your state that gesture confused you. He chuckled ,"fuck, I might've given you to much baby" he pulled you onto his lap, leaving sloppy kisses on your temple. Which you barley felt due to the drugs he slipped you. He took an long drag of his cigar, and put his lips onto yours. Blowing the smoke into your mouth. You coughed.

-"let's get you to bed" he swept you up into his arms and carried you off to some room buried deep in the winding halls of his factory. Pulling off the top layers of your clothes. Leaving you in an tank top and underwear. He slipped his large warm hands under your shirt, whistling in appreciation at the soft skin he felt. "Your beautiful baby, but I gotta let you get some rest" unclipping your bra and pulling it down.

-the doorbell rang, "god fucking dammit" he stormed over to the door. "The fuck you want" he growled towards the visitor, as they looked up in fear. "Here's what you asked for sir" one of your lab partner's meekly held up an box of your clothes. Looking guilty for their role in your abduction.

-your classmate, Shawn , who you had developed some sort of friendship with ,was the only one to break the silence. "Are we just going to let this happen" "shut the fuck up Shawn, your going to get us killed" "we can't just leave her". The speaker outside his factory fuzzed to life "Get the fuck off my property before I send the lycans". Finally managing to scare them all off. He returned to your side. Grabbing your small hand from under the covers. Using his powers , small bits of metal rose from the ground and gathered around your ring finger. Forming an rough engagement ring tight around your finger. He brought you hand to his lips,and kissed the rough metal. Muttering to himself "Frau Heisenberg" he smiled "my wife"

(I hope that you enjoy this, sorry if it's bad or cringey. To anyone who reads this feel free to send in suggestions for other topics. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!! Love you all❤️❤️)

[kariachi]

Okay guys, I’m getting a liveblog done today if it kills me. This one is gonna take a bit longer to do, because I hurt my hand so typing is bleh, but we carry on!

Xingo Nation, because my son is the most important thing in this franchise.

Have I mentioned lately that I love the use of music in this show? Because I do. Also, yay Kelly Turnbull! This promises to at least be fun visually then.

“Now we’re not saying it was aliens-” says nerd-on-tv in front of several pictures of America’s Next Top Space Squid.

Oh look, a Mike production. I miss him, he should’ve gotten more and better, wasted potential as a villain and character.

Ben, not impressed by this tv lineup.

Oh lords, he’s not even feeling Xingo? Gwen check his temperature I think the boy may be ill.

Lucky Girl and Xingo run in the same timeslot. No wonder Ben and Gwen are so primed to argue.

And lo, the fighting begins. Watch the feelings show, Ben, it’s good for you. A magical girl a day keeps the toxic masculinity at bay.

Ben’s response to not being able to steal the remote back from Gwen is to go Stinkfly and odor her into submission.

Ooo, Lucky Girl goes for female villains and what looks to be an all female main cast. It is Sailor Moon for Gwens. Takes the color coding to a whole new level though.

Queen Griefenstein, lords preserve me

Lucky Girl: *talks about ‘an insecure heart corrupts the soul’* Kevin: *ruins a display in the process of stealing a remote* ~I love this sort’ve storytelling~

Bystander: It’s so nice to see a little boy in touch with his emotions like that Kevin: *insecure preteen panic*

“Uh, what? I don’t have emotions!” My son

Pausing because I can’t feel my hands, be back when they aren’t numb

If nothing else can we stop and acknowledge the emo poet panicking at the concept that 1) he may have emotions, and 2) he may be in touch with them

Kevin Levin, going from ‘bad mood’ to ‘insecure panic’ to ‘okay, Xingo, this is properly non-feelingsy’ over the span of 20 seconds

“haha Violence.“ My son

There is a character on the Xingo show complaining about said show getting bad ratings. I’m not surprised, I’m just acknowledging the matter.

Kevin: *yet more preteen panic*

Kevin, honey, take a step back, check the internet, confirm before you panic.

...okay, I don’t agree with calling Lucky Girl garbage, but 18 seasons is excessive. Honestly by that point it probably is garbage, nothing can survive that long without devolving into chaff. Quick, somebody get this child the 1st season, stat!

Plus a Japan-only radio drama, a comic to-in, and a spin-off series. Damn. Also Kevin, dearheart, you know a suspicious amount about Lucky Girl and it’s various works for someone who supposedly thinks it’s garbage.

My son, my dear, sweet, insecure, ‘I have no emotions and totally have nothing to do with anything that may acknowledge emotions exist’ son

11-year-olds

Check the fucking internet before you go alien over this, child

My son is a moron. Brilliant, but a moron.

Xingo: *potentially cancelled cartoon panic*

Oh look, the Xingo x Lucky Girl Crossover everyone’s been waiting for

I think I’m gonna have to try muting this and going off subtitles, just to actually get through it sometime before the turn of the next decade.

(Also, can I just say how I love that this decade’s first liveblog includes Kevin yelling ‘I don’t have emotions’. Feels like it’s setting a good baseline for the next ten years of Kevin content (which you will be getting, don’t doubt it))

Queen Griefenstein: *has too high of standards to work with Xingo*

Xingo pies Lucky Girl. To see Kevin’s reaction you would think this was the funniest thing to happen ever.

*snort* Okay, that second pieing was funny.

Ben has successfully gassed Gwen out of the Rustbucket.

Welp.

Max: *explaining the majesty of free hotdogs*

..........double welp. Maybe Xingo needs cancelling.

Max: Maybe they’re doing a crossover Gwen: The audacity to even think-

Kevin: *laughs in the distance* Ben: The audacity-

Honestly the best part here is Kevin has no reason to think setting Xingo loose could go badly. He’s had nothing to do with and heard nothing of the shit Xingo keeps pulling. In his inexperienced 11-yo mind this makes perfect sense.

Ben: *fiercely demands to know if Kevin is the one who set Xingo loose* Kevin: Uh, nope Xingo: Buddy!

Kevin wasn’t even looking for trouble today, he just found it. My headcanon that he is a walking disaster area continues to be supported.

He is not comfortable with Xingo reaching out of the tv to pat him on the head.

“-while I go put marinara in Lucky Girl’s wig“ welp

Mike’s character did not deserve a Xingo smooch, and his character’s love interest did not deserve to have a Xingo smooch their guy. Just because Mike is 100% Immortal Little Shit does not mean they aren’t good people

Oh gods that UAF expy is as painful as the show

Note to self: Do not let Xingo on the news

Operation Change The Fucking Channel is a go

Scratch that, Operation Shut off the Goddamn TVs is a go

I gotta say, at this point at least we really need an Argit. Give Kev a steady friend with limits on the trouble they’ll get him into.

Welp. Better go find another remote Gwen

Ah, yes, the channel change buttons on the tv proper, so handy

“-where two obnoxious boys who can turn into alien monsters have engaged in combat“ That’s it, that’s the show

Also, oo, Max got ice cream. Honestly until told otherwise I’m going to assume the entire reason Kevin is here is for the free food.

Gwen saves the day, holy fuck that was close. We do not need a Xingo the size of a planet

‘Kev-a-lev-a-ding-dong’ good lords

‘Second rate’ goddamn will somebody give this child a fucking break! I swear he’s been appreciated once and a combo of Ben and his own issues screwed it up!

My baby...

Ben, while Xingo is tearing Kevin down to nothing: ....... Ben, when Kevin’s temper starts going: *shocked*

And lo but the boys were on the same page again, because Xingo couldn’t keep his big mouth shut.

I love these children

The boys working together and Kevin hitting Xingo so hard he flew through several shows and right back into Lucky Girl.

‘Constructive criticism‘ somebody hit him again

Hello Lucky Girl, thank you Lucky Girl

And lo, Xingo was no longer an immediate issue

Kevin: *causes problem* Team Tennyson: *celebrate solving problem* Kevin: Bitch, without me-

Huh, it’s a Wednesday. Now I’m even more annoyed I wasn’t feeling up to doing this liveblog yesterday

Lucky Girl: *talks about ‘rattling the rifts between enemies’ and emotional honesty* Ben & Kev: *’not emotions no’ cringe*

Ben is all for the ‘if you can’t talk out your problems, punch a bitch’ moral of the day and now is willing to give Lucky Girl a shot

Meanwhile Kevin is at first confused- or possibly concerned- by the moral, then Ben’s response to it, and then goes right back to ‘I totally don’t enjoy this show, I would never, I Am The Night’

Then slips into the next aisle back and moves a box so he can watch the episode in secret

These children are so cute

10/11, not perfect but close enough

[actuallyspencerreid]

One Time Thing

Word Count: 1,789 (This one really got away from me. I did not mean to make it this long at all. I’m so sorry.)

Warnings : Smuuuuut 😋and maybe just a touch of colorful language. Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

A/N: This is my first smut scene ever, so please be kind to me. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

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“Hey pretty lady.” 

You rolled your eyes at the sound of the douche bag yelling behind you. Part of your heart ached for the poor girl who this guy was about to hit on. You stood there trying to flag down the bartender, so that you could grab another round of beers and head back to your table where the rest of the BAU was waiting. 

“Oh I see,” that same voice sounded right next to you, attached to a guy who looked even douchier and baggier than he sounded. “You look you’re too pretty to hit on.” 

You threw up in your mind before turning to Douche McGee with a fake smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“You could give me your number.” He stepped even closer to you, the overwhelming smell of AXE filling your senses and making you gag. 

“Absolutely not.” You laughed. Grabbing your tray of drinks, you turned to make your leave when you felt him grab your arm rather tightly. Quickly balancing you the tray on one hand, you snatched your badge out of your pocket and flashed it. “Hands off. Unless you want to be charged with assaulting an officer.”

His eyes widened and he stepped away immediately. “Never mind. Didn’t know you were such a bitch.”

You saw red and was about to throw all eights drinks at him when Spencer stepped in between you. 

“Hey.” He smiled, placing his hand over the spot where Mr.Bag o’Dick had had his. “Let it go. You can’t arrest him for being rude and he’s definitely not worth your badge.”

You calmed down just a touch, seeing your best friend there. You hadn’t realized that there was a small group of people watching you. Taking a deep breath, you allowed your him to lead you back to the team. 

“You okay?” Derek asked as you took your seat next to him and took a big swig of beer. “We were all watching, but we didn’t want to step in until it seemed like you needed it.”

“I’m fine.” You smiled at your team. “Seriously. I’ve been called worse. I don’t even know why that got to me so much.”

They all looked at you timidly, but slowly fell back into their conversations. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them and try to relax. 

After a while, you grew tired and decided to excuse yourself. Spencer watched you bid everyone farewell and made your way to the door. In a last minute split decision, he decided to follow you out. 

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

You smiled when you turned around and came face to face with the slightly Doctor. “Hey, Spence. What’s up?”

“Just a little tired of the club scene.” He took a deep breath and you could tell the short run had winded him. “Plus, I didn’t want you to get into a cab, in a strange city, alone. Statistically speaking, 87 percent of American women between the ages of 18-64 had been harassed by a male stranger; and over one half of them experienced ‘extreme’ harassment including being touched, grabbed, rubbed, brushed or followed by a strange man on the street or other public place.”

“Thank you for that, Doctor Reid.” Your voice was sarcastic, but you were glad he was there. You’ve seen a lot of stuff in your years at the BAU and being killed because you were alone on the side of the street is really not the way you wanted to go. 

You guys chatted during the cab ride back to the hotel, the events of the night completely put behind you. Being around Spencer had that affect on you. When you first got to the Bureau, you didn’t think you would make any friends. You had a tendency to overreact sometimes and just generally weren’t that great at getting along with others. Fortunately for you, you were seated close to Spencer who also had trouble around others. Overtime, you two grew incredibly close. 

If you were being honest with yourself, you’ve always had the slightest crush on the charming genius. He had this boyish charm and innocence that was hard to resist. You never said or did anything about it though because you saw the way Spencer was with girls and you didn’t want to lose the special relationship you two shared. 

“I thought you were really bad ass tonight.” Spencer commented as he walked with you to your hotel room. 

“Thanks Spence.” You stopped in front of your door and turned to him. “I don’t know what came over me. I’ve dealt with worse. This shouldn’t have gotten to me that bad.”

“This last case got to us all. Maybe you were just projecting.”

You chewed on your lip and nodded. “Maybe. Thanks for walking back with me.” 

“Anytime.” He watched as you stepped into your room and shut the door. Dropping your purse on the floor, you shed your jacket, shoes and changed into an oversized t-shirt, then climbed up into your bed and turned on the television. You were just about to get cozy and watch old Friends reruns when there was a knock at your door. 

Groaning, you climbed back out of the bed. “Who is it?”

“Spencer!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, swinging the door open. “Spence, what’s -- “

Your sentence was cut off when Spencer crashed his lips down onto yours. After a second, the initial shock of what was happening wore off and you were full-fledged kissing him back. His lips were soft as a pillow as they moved against yours, his hands firmly gripping your waist and holding you to him. He slowly started to walk you back into your room as his lips trailed down the side of your face and neck. 

“Spencer, what are you doing?” You gasped as he sucked on the spot right behind your ear. 

“Shh.” His hands slipped under your shirt, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear. “Don’t speak. Just feel.”

You decided to listen to him, his lips working magic against your skin. You both pulled at each others clothes until you were fully naked. Spencer pushed you down so you were laying with your legs draped off the bed, then knelt between them. 

“Tell me if I do something wrong.” You nodded as you rose up on you elbows, watching as his mouth descended straight down onto your dripping core. Moaning loudly, your hands balled up into tight fists as Spencer ate you out like a man possessed. You’d always assumed he had very little bedroom experience due to the lack of women in his life, but boy were you being proven wrong. You were on cloud nine, crying out his name when he brought his fingers up to toy with your clit. 

“Fuck Spencer!” You screamed, climax sneaking up on you quicker than ever. He kept going, even after you came, making little kitten licks all over your clit. You had to push his head away, entire body weak and sensitive. His kissed his way back up your body, paying special attention to your chest. 

“How was that?” He looked up at you as he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly. 

“Fucking amazing!” You moaned. You could feel him smile as he released your boob and move to the other. 

“Good.” He flipped you over so that you were straddling him, slit hovering over his hard cock. “I want to watch you ride me.”

You nodded and slowly dropped your hips, hissing as he stretched you more than you’ve ever been before. It took you a moment to get used to his size, but his lips on your neck and fingers on your clit helped the pain to quickly morph into pleasure. You rose slowly, then dropped back down, rolling your hips as you did so. Spencer hissed, biting softly into your shoulder. You continued that way, reveling in the way he moaned and whined. 

After a while, you could feel yourself reaching the edge again. “Spence, I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold it for just a second!” His fingers worked even harder on your clit as he thrust up into you. “Wait...wait...now!”

You screamed as you felt him spill into you, triggering your own orgasm. You collapsed against his chest as he slowly laid back on the bed. 

“That was amazing Spence.” You buried your face in his neck, breathing deep. “Fuck I didn’t know you had that in you.”

He chuckled and kissed you on the top of the head. “Honestly, neither did I. I just planned to come in here and talk to you about how I felt, but I saw you in your shirt and I fucking love your thighs and I don’t really know what came over me.”

You laughed quietly, dozing off on his chest. 

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When you woke up the next morning you were still laying on Spencer, who was just staring down at you. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

The weight of what you guys did and the position you were in right was starting to come down on you. You climbed off of him, grabbing your shirt and pulling it back on. “Spencer, we should talk about what happened last night.”

“What do we need to talk about?” He sat up, pulling a blanket over his lap. “(Y/N), I’ve liked you since the moment you stepped foot in the BAU. I’m really, really hoping you like me too.”

“Of course I like you Spence! I wouldn’t have had sex with you if I didn’t like you!” You looked around for your underwear and pants, pulling them both on. “But we work together! Hotch is going to have a fit!”

“Why does Hotch need to know what we do in our free time?” Spencer was starting to get upset.

“Maybe because we work for the fucking FBI! Of all the places where workplace romances are frowned upon, the BAU is quite high up on the list.”

You both just stared at each other, the tension in the room thick and almost insufferable. 

“I shouldn’t have come.” Spencer was out of bed and dressed in record time, buttoning his shirt up as he headed for your door. 

“Spencer wait!”

“NO!” His yelling scared you. “Fuck (Y/N)! Don’t you get it? I’m in fucking love with you, but all you care about is how this would go over at work? This was a mistake. I’ll see you later.”

With that, he left. You could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces, but couldn’t will your feet to move, to chase after him. 

Fuck, you thought. What have I just done?

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To Be Continued....

[prettyoddfiction]

Pizza

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Nope.

Warnings: NSFW. || smut, oral (female receiving), cursing, slight dirty talk.

Masterlist: Here

This is my first imagine. I wrote this at like, 11pm here, so it’s unedited. If there are typos, please don’t be a dick. Feel free to leave requests or feedback. However, please know there is a difference between constructive criticism and being an asshole. I hope you can tell the difference. Enjoy. xx

The day had been boring to say the least. The most entertainment you got was when the lady from the bookstore on the upper floor of the mall came to the shop to get a coffee and actually talked to you about the song playing in the background, but that was the price you paid for working in a small cafe in a mall food court. Everyone went to the Panda Express, or Taco Bell, or McDonalds down the line. No one wanted to go to the small coffee shop.

Finally, your manager came out of the back and approached you. “Okay, Y/N, you can clock out. Thing one and thing two will close tonight. They haven’t been pulling their weight all day.” He stated, referring to the two people you worked with. As the two of your shared a glance at them, you also shared a small laugh before you took off your black apron and hung it up in the work closet on your hook.

“Okay see you guys next Monday!” You called out, happy that you didn’t have to work all weekend. Instead you could stay at home with your boyfriend of eight months, Brendon. He had just gotten back three days ago from a small five month tour he did with a few friends’ bands and now you guys could finally have some time together, which had been much needed. For the past three days, the two of you have hardly been able to keep your hands off one another.

After sending him a quick text explaining that you got off half an hour early and would be home soon, you grabbed your keys and headed to the car that you had parked out back. The drive home went by relatively fast. A few songs that you liked played, so you had the radio blaring the entire ride back, as you screamed lyrics out loud. 

It was no surprise that Brendon knew you were home when you got back, considering the music was so loud. He could hear it from inside, so he opened the door for you once you got out of your car and headed to the door. 

“Hiya,” you greeted with a smile on your face. He pecked your lips softly as you came inside. Brendon shut the door behind you and locked it as well, causing you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. “Why’d you lock it? It’s only,” you glanced at your watch. “9:40. We could still order a pizza.” 

“I’m not in the mood for pizza. I’d rather eat something else…” He smirked. “In fact, I’ve been craving something all day.”

That fucking smirk. It got you every time. The way his eyes would narrow and his lips would raise just slightly, and then he’d tug his bottom lip in between his teeth in that perfect way that made your stomach do flips.

“Oh yeah? And what would that something be?” you challenged, taking off your jacket and hanging it in the hall closet. You then took your Converse off and left them in the closet as well, as per usual. 

His response was simple, as usual, and sent a chill through your veins. “You.”

You could never deny him like this, because just that look was enough to put you in a mood. As he took a few steps closer to you, he took your purse out of your hands and set it on the table, keys and phone joining it moments later as Brendon scooped you up bridal style and carried you down the hall towards the bedroom. 

Once in the room, he gently set you on the bed and pulled his hoodie off of himself, his shirt following moments after. His eyes traced over you. Your body, clad in dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and black socks. You were such a work of art. A masterpiece in his eyes. He himself was now only wearing jeans, considering he had been home for a while by himself today and didn’t need shoes in the house. 

“I think that since I’m not wearing a shirt, you shouldn’t be either.” He comments, causing you to quickly agree and pull your t-shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor. As you watched it fall, you saw your socks and quickly pulled them off as well. 

This simple motion left both you and Brendon in jeans and underwear, with you also covered by a pale pink bra. He strode over to you and placed a few chaste kisses on your neck after leaning down to your level. “I’ve missed you all day, sweet heart.” He whispered against your skin. Normally you would’ve responded with some cheeky remark, but right now all you wanted was for him to be on top of you. 

“I missed you too, Bren.” Your words came out a bit more rushed than you had intended them to be as his hands traveled along the skin on your sides. You could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed along your neck. 

His lips traveled lower as you laid back on the bed. Brendon placed soft kissed along the skin not covered by your bra and then he slipped his hands under you to unhook it. Once it was undone, after a few failed attempts, it was dropped to the floor and his kisses got lower. Your fingers snuck down to your jeans’ button and undid it rather quickly, along with the zipper. Once it was undone, you gently pushed your boyfriend away from you and without getting off the bed, shimmed the jeans down to reveal your grey panties. 

If you had known you would be getting laid tonight, you would have put on a matching set when you got dressed this morning, but Brendon never seemed to care. 

He chuckled and copied your actions with his own jeans, quickly shedding them, his black Calvin Kleins following soon after. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and smirked up at you.

“I told you I’ve been craving you. May I?” He asked, looping his fingers into the elastic of your panties. That was another thing about Brendon. Even if it was obvious that you were in the mood, he always asked consent on everything. You nodded and laid back, knowing how good he was with his mouth simply from experience. 

As he tugged the fabric down for legs, he smirked slightly. “Jeez Y/N, who made you this wet?”

“You did Bren.”

“But I haven’t even done anything but kiss you. God, you must be aching for me, aren’t you?” 

“Don’t be a tease. Please baby… just do something.” you begged, glancing down at his head between your now spread legs.

“Anything for you my darling.” He whispered before winking at you and quickly licking between your folds a few times. By the moan that escaped his lips, you could only assume he was enjoying it as much as you were. 

“F-Fuck” You panted as his mouth worked quicker. After he was positive that he had licked you completely clean of the wetness that had gathered in the brief time it took the two of you to get undressed, he flicked his tongue over your clit a few times and sucked a bit, knowing it drove you crazy immediately. 

Your hands found his that were placed on your legs, keeping them separated and you quickly moved his hands to intertwine with yours, knowing you wouldn’t need him to hold you open. You were more than willing to do so for him.

“So good Brendon, so good.” You panted, knowing he loved hearing how he was making you feel as he did so. 

In a sense, you felt that you were pathetic. It had only been a few minutes, but Brendon knew how to work your body so well that each little motion he made with his mouth, pushed you closer and closer to your edge. 

“Brendon I’m close.”

“Good. I want to taste you. Let it go baby. Let me taste you.” He mumbled, sucking your clit a bit harder and squeezing your hand gently in reassurance. It didn’t take long before you were a whimpering mess for him and doing just as he said, releasing. He lapped up your mess and smirked up at you, wiping his mouth on his arm as he pulled back to see your face. “So good, princess.”

Brendon didn’t waste time grabbing a condom from the drawer next to the bed and opening it, quickly rolling it onto himself before climbing over you as you  moved back onto the bed to be comfy. “Is this okay, love?” He asked, regarding consent again, to which you quickly nodded and pulled him in for a deep kiss, letting him line himself up to your entrance and slip in. The both of you moaned at the feeling.

As he started to move, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck and kissed the skin there softly. “Fuck babe…” The words slipped from your lips so simply and so casually. It was almost as if it was normal language for the two of you. And since he had gotten back from tour, it kind of was. His hips pulled back and pushed forward as he worked up a rhythm. 

Each thrust of his hips pushed you nearer and nearer to your climax and he could tell. His thrusts were steady and slow, filling you up and then nearly leaving you empty each time. 

His hand slipped between the two of you and his thumb started to rub sloppy but rough circles on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. “C’mon baby, let loose for me. Cum on my cock.” He coaxed, trying to tip you over the edge.

Brendon bit his lip, watching your expression shift as you toppled over the edge for the second time tonight. The way your eyes squeezed shut in bliss and your mouth fell open a certain way, your hair falling sloppily around your face. Something about it made you look like an angel and always gave Brendon the extra push he needed to reach his own climax. As you came down from your high, he continued to thrust, a little bit faster, chasing his own. He let out a moan of your name, followed by something along the lines of ‘holy fucking shit,’ before his hips stuttered and you felt the familiar pulsing between your legs.

A few moments of silence passed before Brendon pulled out and discarded the used condom, returning to the bed with you. He pulled your bare back to his chest in a spooning position and wrapped his tattooed arm around your stomach gently, holding you close and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck. 

“I love you so much, Y/N. I missed you…” he mumbled between kisses, along with some sweet nothings that made your stomach flutter and your cheeks flush red. 

“I love you too Brendon… but you know what else I love?”

“Hmm?” 

A smirk grew on your lips. “Pizza.” He chuckled at the simple word and untangled himself from you, getting out of bed and tugging on his boxers as you wrapped yourself up in the sheets. 

“I’ll order.” He smirked, placing a soft kiss to your temple before pulling his phone from the pocket of his jeans on the floor.