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Brendon Urie Imagines

Brendon Urie Imagines

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Aug 14, 2020
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Panic! At The Disco
The title says it all. This is mostly smut. There will be some fluff here and there. But it's mostly smut cause I'm a 16 year old and in love with Brendon Urie. These are just different imagines about the one and only Brendon Boyd Urie. The beginning is fucking awful, but the ending chapters are kinda okay. I got the idea to start this book, starting with "Uber" because my mom and I got an Uber and the Uber drivers name was "Urey" pronounced "Urie", so I was like "ayy, what if I started a book". So I started this and I'd say I'm kinda successful. I'm happy with what I've created🙃
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August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

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