#Thank you 💕💕

[magniloquent-raven]

Harringrove 😬🧸 and 💦 (since the breakup)

hey! 🥰 yall are getting tiny ficlets instead of blurbs because i have no self control lmfao especially when it comes to writing billy and his feelings

😬 confessing their feelings + 🧸 exes with feelings + 💦 sleeping together for the first time

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He's just getting this out of his system.

That's what Billy keeps telling himself.

It's a closure thing.

He can get one last orgasm from Steve, knowing it'll be the last. He can savor it, memorialize it, commit every bead of sweat and tiny sound to memory, and then move on knowing he got everything he could from whatever this thing between them was.

Last time was a quickie in the backroom of Family Video, and Billy left before either of them said a word to each other, if he'd known...

He digs blunt fingertips into Steve's sweat-slick back. They can't get any closer, but he tries anyway, ignoring the sting of future rugburn forming on his chest where Steve's carpet of hair has been rubbing against his skin.

"Billy..." Steve says, warm and close, his nose brushing Billy's temple. He sounds fond and teasing, like he knows—

He knows nothing. There's nothing to know.

Billy turns his head, licking into Steve's mouth and stopping any dumb shit from coming out of it.

It's a bad distraction. Not because it doesn't work, Steve kisses him back with enthusiasm, but because it hurts. Billy's chest cracks open, and a terrible, wounded noise rips from his throat.

It must startle Steve. He jerks away, eyes going wide, but stopping is even worse than starting, because the second Billy's lips aren't occupied he gasps—

"I love you."

Steve goes very still.

Regret hits Billy like a bag of bricks. He's buried under it, choking on the dust. He needs out. Away. The wall he tried to build collapsed on him and he can't let Steve see the wreckage.

He shoves Steve off him and scurries back in one clumsy movement, panic making his limbs heavy, his fingers numb.

Steve catches his wrist. "Wait."

"Let go."

"You said you didn't want...y'know."

"I don't."

"So you don't want me to tell you I love you too?"

It's Billy's turn to freeze. Tears prickle at his eyes. "No," he says quietly.

There's a determined, defiant tilt to Steve's chin. "Well, too bad. Because I do."

A dozen retorts rattle Billy's teeth, and he grinds molars, trying to swallow them back. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say right now, but he knows nothing that's coming to mind should come out of his mouth.

"Billy." His voice is doing that soft, mushy thing again, and he scoots closer, sheets wrinkling around his bare legs. "I love you."

It hurts. Like it hurt when Steve kissed him. Like it hurt the first time he did something stupidly romantic for Billy, out of the blue, laced their fingers together while they were sharing a cigarette at the quarry. They were sitting on the hood of Steve's car, bathed in sunset orange, and Billy couldn't stand how picturesque it all was.

He takes Billy's hand again now, slipping down his wrist into his palm. This time Billy lets him.

💕tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove💕

[idkbutimgabby]

♣️ Brown Eyes Can Tell ♣️

a part two of @roseykat's amazing fic 'Brown Eyes Don't Pry', which left off on such a good little cliffhanger that it inspired me to write this part two (I literally HAD to, it was that good) - PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HER STUFF, I BEG OF YOU!!! And big, BIG, HUGE thank you to @roseykat for letting me write this continuation of her fic and her idea, and being so nice about it!!! I was definitely scared she was going to say sorry but big no, but she was so polite and nice and I just want to thank her for being so accommodating to her readers and fellow authors. So, again, PLEASE check out her stuff, and HUGEEE thanks to @roseykat for letting me post this! Hope it reaches standards lol 🤞🤞

word count:

-2.2k (not including my nervous rambling 😍)

trope:

-friends to friends with benefits (?) roommates to something more (?😭)

-friend/roommate!Changbin x fem!reader

warnings: smut (that's basically the whole thing lmao); spit kink (guilty pleasure, what can I say), unprotected sex (don't be stupid) messy sex, size kink (?) eating out, cumplay, mentions of masturbation, porn, fingering, squirting, degradation, cursing, perverted characters (all consensual)

This includes a lot of smut, so please if you're a minor, DO NOT INTERACT!!! please and thank you 🙏💕💕

Seo Changbin, your friend and roommate, stood in front of you, fingers still pressing gently into you jaw, tilting you head sideways. He was observing you, you could tell. What he was thinking, you had no idea. But the way he was talking to you was starting to annoy you. They way he spoke, so condescending and almost as if he was embarrassed.

You scoff, the blush remaining across your face as you begin to get upset.

"Why were you watching me anyway? What, you said yourself you finished watching me get off. How long were you standing there, watching me like a fucking pervert?" You say, voice coming back to you as you shove his hand away from your face.

He's the one scoffing now, seemingly interested in the way you retaliated.

"Oh, so you're putting shit on me now, huh? As if you weren't the one just getting yourself off on your desk, for fucks sake? No, let's not pretend you weren't waiting for one of us to get home and see you getting off, waiting for one of us to fuck you, like a damn whore." He says, voice darkening, along with those deep brown eyes.

You can't deny you were surprised. You had never heard him speak like this before to anyone, let alone to you. You just roll your eyes, flicking them down for a split second.

"Looks like you'd love to fuck me right about now, judging by that massive situation you've got going on down there." You smirk, matching his condescending tone, pointedly tilting your head downwards.

He falters for a split second, knowing he can't actually deny that. He can't deny that seeing you like that was hot. Very hot. Begging to cum, even though no one was there to hear you. Well, that's what you had thought at the time.

"So what? You try not getting... excited... at someone getting off." He says, trying to defend himself. But, he notices you quickly glancing at your phone. He's confused for a second, but then remembers the video you were watching. Some woman getting pounded into the mattress by some strong, muscly guy. A smirk makes its way across his face, realizing the leverage he regained.

"You do..." He says delightedly, noticing the blush burning across your face once again.

"Do what?" You snap, playing dumb as you shove your phone away from you, scrambling to grab your clothes from your bed.

"Get off to people getting off." Changbin says, giggling hysterically at his own little joke. If you can even call it that. Sure, it's amusing to him, but he can't excuse the fact that there must be some kind of meaning to it. There's something there, he can feel it.

"What, it turns you on or something?" He tries, deciding to just poke around in the dark until he finds what he's looking for.

You shake your head, still fiddling with anything you can find to keep your hands from shaking. He's acting casual, but obviously it's still embarrassing. A lot.

"It's just background noise for when you get yourself off?" He tries again, hopeful.

You shake your head again, shooting him a sharp look.

"You wish it was you?"

Silence. You freeze up, avoiding his eyes, fighting to keep your embarrassment at bay.

Bingo, Changbin thinks, a smirk once again appearing on that smug face, expression darkening with amusement and... yeah, he's horny. How could he not be?

"So... I was right. You do wish that someone will get home, hear your pitiful little whimpers, come in, and start railing you. Isn't that right? I know it is."

You look up at him, brows furrowing in embarrassment and anger, apprehension and... hopefulness. Yes, even though this whole thing has just been massively embarrassing, a part of you still hopes that maybe he'll give you what you want. What you've been craving for so incredibly long now, deprived of touch, of pleasure.

He grins, staring right back at you, thinking about his next move. He decides to just go for it. Felix said he wouldn't be back for a few more hours at least... fuck it. Changbin wants to fuck you, and he wants you to want him to fuck you. Which shouldn't be a problem, judging by how fucking needy and desperate you look right now.

He steps closer to you, grabbing your chin again, tilting it up to meet your eyes. Both of you are holding your breaths, staring into one another's deep brown eyes. Both sets of eyes are sparkly, each pair holding the same emotions. Want, need, even.

"Can I...?"

His voice is in your ear, softer than you had expected, especially considering the situation. But you nod, desperately wanting him to do everything and anything to you.

"Please?" You whisper back, matching his softness. Changbin grins, then grabs your waist and gently pulls you flush to his own body. He stares into your eyes, both pairs now darkening with insatiable need. Need for each other, to feel the other in ways they've only ever dreamed of...

And before you can process all the emotions you're feeling, his lips are on yours. It's soft, sweet, gentle at first. But then his tongue swipes swiftly across your bottom lip, and your mouth opens, lips parting to let him in. You inhale sharply, making him pull away the tiniest bit.

"You okay? Can I keep going?"

You nod immediately, pulling him back to you abruptly. He grins into the kiss, hands starting to roam down, further and further...

He reaches down, fingers hooking into your waistband. Hell, if you had known he was going to help you out, you would never have hastily thrown your clothes back on. He gently slides your sweats and underwear down, leaving you in only your oversized t-shirt.

And God, do you look good in it. He wants to take you right then and there, bend you over and pound into you until you can't even think. But, he'll be patient for now. Well, as much as he can be, anyway. His tongue swirls in your mouth, you just take everything you can get from him. He cups your face with one hand, pulling away suddenly.

He squeezes your cheeks, pinching with his thumb and fingers, getting you to open your mouth. Eyes flashing, he smirks and lets his spit dribble down into your eager mouth. He lessens the pressure, grinning in delight when you swallow immediately. Your lips connect again, and the kiss gets filthier.

You're both basically drooling all over each other, into each other's mouths, spit trickling down both your necks, stickying up both your collarbones and chests. And you both love it; the sounds, the feeling, the sensations.

Not breaking away, he starts undressing himself, pulling down his sweats, tossing them away. He pulls his shirt over his head as quickly as he can, tossing that away as well.

And damn, is he gorgeous. He tries to resume the kiss, but your hands fly to his chest, keeping him slightly away from you.

"Um, wow." You say, suddenly.

He smirks lopsidedly, proud but slightly embarrassed. He grabs your hands and pulls you to him again, bare skin against bare skin, lips and tongues clashing again. He walks you back until your knees buckle against the bed, climbing on top of you and starting to plant kisses on your inner thighs, tongue flicking out every now and then.

Your head flies back as he gets closer to where you need him, where your cunt is dripping. Your previous orgasm had already made you slick, but now you were even wetter, your arousal increasing the more Changbin had teased you. He finally reaches your pussy, tongue flicking out as he eats you out. His pace was slow at first, patient, as if he was savoring every bit, every taste. But soon, he picked up the pace, movements quickening as if he was starving.

Your head was tilted, face halfway turned into the pillows in pleasure, as you felt him insert two fingers. You let out a quiet moan, feeling yourself about to cum all over his face and fingers. He felt it too, the sudden clench of your cunt, as he worked his fingers inside of you, while still flicking his tongue over your clit.

"Bin... m'bout to cum.." You say, voice slightly muffled by the pillows. You feel him nod, tongue increasing its pace over your puffy clit, earning a small gasp from you. His fingers curled into you, pressing over that spot inside you, causing you to snap.

You came all over him, squirting over him and covering his chest and collar and face in your arousal. Panting, you turned your head to him, eyes half closed as you came down from your release.

You saw him grinning at you, as he sat up from between your slightly shaky legs. His face and the top part of his body was shiny and wet, coated by your release.

"Well that was hot." He says, smiling, licking his lips and fingers. Smirking at him, you motion to his cock, signaling to him that you're ready to take him. He's pretty dang big, too... about average length, thick as fuck. But, you're pretty sure you can take him.

He sends you another look, making sure you're comfortable with proceeding. Nodding eagerly, you pull his arm, tugging him closer to you and licking right into his mouth. He kisses you back, starting to slide inside you at the same time. He is thick, and you definitely feel the stretch. But it's insane how much more it turns you on, feeling your own cunt stretching around his dick, sucking him in like he belonged inside you.

Tongues still fighting each other, he slips inside you little by little, stretching you out until he bottoms, hips pressed against each other. He swallows all your little moans, returning with his own small grunts as he pushes inside you.

Fully bottomed out, you pant into each other's mouths, while he gives you time to get used to the stretch. Nodding at him, he begins moving, gently at first, but soon speeding up, just like he did when he was going down on you. His pace quickens, and you reach the brink of orgasm, legs shaking...

But then he pulls out, grinning down at you before kissing your poured lips, flipping you over onto your belly. He spreads your legs out, giving him easier access to slide in again.

The new angle brings you to the edge quickly, and he quickens his thrusts into you, hitting your spot over and over. You're drooling into the pillows, and he gently threads his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back. He uses his thumb to wipe the drool from your chin, pushing it back up to your lips, and poking his thumb past them.

Obediently, you suck on his thumb, but soon your jaw falls slack again due to him pounding into you even faster, feeling like he's hitting deeper inside of you with each thrust. He spits into your mouth again, reveling in the way his saliva drips out of your mouth, still opened in pleasure.

He continues drilling into you until you cum over his dick, release spilling out while he slows his thrusts into you. He quickly feels his own release creeping up on him, amplified after seeing your orgasm. He pulls out and flips you over again, wanting to see your face as he cums all over your breasts and tummy.

You're pretty wiped out, but he seems eager to at least clean you up. How nice of him, right?

He sucks and licks all his own cum off your boobs, leaving small love bites in the valley of your breasts, and all down your stomach. He continues further down, until he reaches your pussy, slick and shiny with your own release. He starts cleaning you up, lapping at you casually, licking up your release, savoring the taste on his tongue again.

He sits back when he's had his fill, then carefully climbs over you and lays on the bed next to you, arms carelessly flung around your waist, hugging you gently.

It's a nice moment, you have to admit. At least, it is until you both hear the front door unlocking, meaning Felix is home.

"Shit... um, okay, you go hop in the shower, I'll clean up here." Changbin says hurriedly, climbing out of your bed and offering a hand to you, gently pulling you out of bed. He helps you hobble to the bathroom, even getting you a fresh towel before closing the door. He pulls on his boxers and sweatpants before going to greet Felix at the door.

But the whole night, he can't help but think about you. Just you, and how much he enjoyed railing the shit out of you. That image of you, fucked out, with drool all over your lips and chin, eyes half closed, lost in pleasure. the pleasure that HE gave to you, made you feel.

And how much he wants to do it again.

It's over! Ooooh cliffhanger, am I right? I guess I'll leave the rest up to you, and if anyone wants to make a part three, I would actually be super interested in reading it 😭And this is my first fic, so I'm kinda nervous lmao 😭 Hope you liked it, and again, please go check out @roseykat and boost her work, it's so good!! Thank you for reading, and I may or may not have a few more ideas and works in progress, so watch this become a writing blog 😨😍 Not super serious, but I'm definitely looking to post a few more fics of my own, so I guess look forward to those? THANK YOU GUYS 🙏💕💕

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[khihi]

Have these two.

it's them <3

[asiogie]

what's your favorite piece of clothing that you own? ps have fun in vidcon

my green dteam card crewneck :)) im wearing it tmr

[shoshiwrites]

After Jo (whom I love and adore) I think my favorite has to be Kay? Always means well, always making things happen? Whenever she's in a scene I know it will be entertaining.

KAY, MY BABE

Kay was a huge surprise after @basilone sent me Adelaide Kane for an "invent an OC with this faceclaim" meme.

I love how she and Jo interact as colleagues and as friends. They have a shared career and yet such different backgrounds and it's really, really fun to write.

[Anonymously tell me which of your OCs is my favorite?]

[mygeekcorner]

Happy birthday! (❤ ω ❤)

Thank you love, it will be very happy with the new fall out boy album 🥰🌟🌌💫

[fairyysoup]

Hotel Room Service deserves all the praise it’s getting, but I need to send in a little love for All I Want Is You! Like the other anon said, you are so so good at writing both dom and sub Adrian! And I get particularly weak for soft dom Adrian (we all know that boy is a switch and I love him for it but I am a hopeless sub if there ever was one) so I really loved that aspect of All I Want Is You. And he was still so playful and teasing and wonderfully weird.

You write him so well in so many different ways and I hope maybe you write for him again when season two comes out. And if not, thank you for sharing these two amazing fics with us!

i'm feeling the love in this chilis tonight fr fr

i honestly can't wait for season 2 and i do hope that when it comes out i get struck with the inspo to write for him again bc he truly is one of my favorite characters i've ever written for!!

[imogenkol]

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Imogen kept her eyes on Bix as the mechanic admired their laced fingers. Then Bix’s brow creased curiously and Imogen felt her thumb brush over the old blaster scar on the back of her hand. She instinctively flinched away. “What are you doing?”

Bix glanced up incredulously. She reached for Imogen’s hand again, which the other woman tentatively surrendered. “All the things you’ve let me do to you and touching your scars is where you draw the line?”

[zorrxchicle]

11 22 33 44 55 66 77 88 and 99!

<3 love your multiples, let's go

11. La Canción que no Quiero Cantarte by Amaia y Aitana!!

such a fun little song insulting your ex who's an idiot

22. Star Maps by Aly&AJ

first song on the first character playlist I've made, also a banger

33. The Family Jewels by Marina and The Diamonds 💚

44. Villano Antillano: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 51

life changing stuff, La Villana one of my new favorite artists. una puta atómica soy una terrorista <3

55. Ignorance by Paramore hits from when you're 15 making a comeback

66. Karma by Marina. many many thoughts about this one

77. Throat Goat by Kim Petras. the actual goat sound on this one is really something

88. The Forbidden Fruits of Eden by AURORA. no comments really

99. Mondo Dolore by ORTIGA e Grande Amore. ahh this year they made it 101 songs. still i counted wrong before. anyway incredible song, not even because of the lyrics, but italian with a galizan accent <3

[music-for-them-asses]

This is so cute, thank you 😂😍😍

[strwrs]

too smart for us mere mortals <33

ANON, YOU’RE SO SWEET 🥺💕

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon

[rxkuyo]

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[idkbutimgabby]

THANK YOU GUYS!!

i just want to say thank you guys so much for the interaction on my first fic... it came in so quickly and was honestly a lot more than I was expecting. Thank you guys so much for the likes and reblogs on my stuff, and I'm working on another couple fics to be released soon!

[crepuscularqueens]

tell me more about tropic morning news?!

thank you! tropic morning news is some sort of vague magic au, but not outright if that makes sense? it's still set in basically the same time period and place. jack is sort of kind of prescient, but rarely usefully and all his premonitions are very undefined. the fic begins with him have one that he can tell means something disastrous is going to hapoen soon. him anne and max are already in their messy little triad, but it's slightly more harmonious than they are in the show.

flint does some sort of ritual to try to bring thomas back from the dead but instead he opened a door to the afterlife or hell (however you want to view it) and silver came strolling through.

whether silver is a demon or a lost soul or something is up to interpretation, and there's a strong implication that max and him already know each other/know that whatever they are it's the same

Jack sat upright in the crowded bed, his limbs still half tangled in Anne’s, though she was still sleeping too heavily cradled against Max to have been disturbed. With practiced silence, he extricated himself from the bed, quietly padding out of the room, wrapping himself in one of Max’s discarded silky dressing gowns as he left. A sense of foreboding gnawed at his stomach as he descended the staircase, thankful he’d woken at the right time where it was blissfully quiet in the brothel, patrons and girls alike clear of the floor.

Moving behind the bar and grabbing a bottle and a cup Jack hoped was decently clean (he gave it a sniff to be sure, nothing offensive stuck out at him), he uncorked the bottle and made to pour it before gentle hands removed it from his grip.

“That will not help,” Max’s firm voice chided him, and he nearly jumped if he weren’t so used to her sneaking up on him like that.

“Would it kill you to allow me a moment alone with my thoughts,” he replied, exasperated but lacking any real heat. She only shot him a knowing look, to which he sighed and leaned heavily against the counter, “Yes, alright, I know it won’t help. You are, of course, correct.”

“What did you see?” she asked, shrewdly sizing him up, always with the eyes that seemed like they were seeing right through him, like she knew him better than he knew himself, which was deeply uncomfortable.

“Have I ever mentioned that I hate it when you do that?” Jack was pinching his brow between his thumb and forefinger, trying unsuccessfully to stave off the impending headache.

[man-made-misery]

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send me a 🎧 and i’ll shuffle my music and give u whatever song that comes up!!