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longliverockback · 7 years
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Rod Stewart Foot Loose & Fancy Free 1977 Riva ————————————————— Tracks: 1. Hot Legs 2. You’re Insane 3. You’re in My Heart 4. Born Loose 5. You Keep Me Hangin’ On 6. (If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don’t Want to Be Right 7. You Really Got a Nerve 8. I Was Only Joking —————————————————
Carmine Appice
John Barlow Jarvis 
Jim Cregan
Phil Chen
Gary Grainger
Billy Peek
Rod Stewart
* Long Live Rock Archive
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samgirard · 5 months
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billie jean king drops the first puck at the inaugural pwhl game | pwhl tor vs. ny | 1.1.24
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druid-boy-punk · 5 months
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✨Them✨
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harringroveera · 6 months
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With all the showers they shared, Steve might have seen it already
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heartbreak-sandwich · 4 months
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Red Letters to Nowhere spicy sneak peek ~ (Stepbro!Billy x Mayfield!Reader) Summary: Tension has been building between you and Billy since you and your little sister, Max, moved in. You never know quite where you stand with him, and you could swear he's flirting with you at least half of the time. It's about time he made his intentions clear...
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[No smut, slight NSFW below the cut, 18 +, MDNI as usual ✨]
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You had spent the last few hours studying in your room. A lazy Saturday with Max being out with her new friends, your mom and Neil taking another shopping trip to the city, and Billy having weekend practice for the upcoming tournament gave you the house to yourself. You were enjoying the space and freedom, paying bits of attention to the radio droning in the background and making sure you were up to speed for Mrs. Click’s quiz on Monday.
Hearing the familiar sounds of keys jingling, you checked the clock on your bedside table and knew it was Billy returning home from his practice. Your door was open, but he didn’t seem to notice you there as he stalked to his room.
Your doors faced each other at both ends of the hallway with the bathroom in between, so you had an immaculate view when he peeled off his shirt and tossed it to to the ground, the muscles in his back creasing in symmetry as he stretched, his broad shoulders moving in time with his arms as he brought his hands together, clasping his palms and pushing them forward.
You didn’t even realize you were staring, mouth fully agape, taking in the sheen of sweat sprinkled across his golden skin, the dip in his lower back where his waistband sat just below, and the definition in his strong calves as he went through the motions of stretching out his hamstrings, still facing away from you.
You wanted him.
Wasn’t that wrong on some level? Of course you’re not actually related, but what would he think if he knew? Did he know?
You averted your eyes immediately as he dropped his shorts to the floor, covering your mouth and turning to face the other way in your chair. Your entire body tensed as you tried not to make a single sound for fear that he would notice you and put two and two together.
You didn’t look at him naked, at least. That would’ve been too far, and you didn’t want to disrespect Billy, your new step brother, who had been so kind to you despite the reputation he seemed to have with everyone else.
You heard Billy’s bare footsteps padding up the hallway, so you turned back to face his direction once again. Damp, messy curls framed his face, a green towel secured around his waist, and a knowing smirk resting just above his sharp jawline, he shot you a wink before turning into the bathroom and closing the door. Your cheeks seared with panic as you tried to process what you just experienced.
He had to have known you were looking at him. He obviously knew. Did he do that on purpose? You tried your best to refocus on your studies, but it was no use. You heard the sprinkling of the shower in the next room and couldn’t stop fighting with yourself over confronting Billy about what he had just done.
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You had been busying yourself with folding your laundry while your mind turned the idea of Billy wanting you to see him like that over and over. You had resolved not to address anything with him right now, but to wait it out just to make sure you weren’t imagining things.
You had just moved here, and you didn’t want to make things awkward for the family. You especially didn’t want to get Billy in trouble with Neil. You folded another Van Halen t-shirt and added it to the neat pile of folded shirts on your stripped mattress. You heard the buzzer on the dryer go off, signaling that your sheets were ready for pickup, and you turned toward the doorway.
“Jesus, Billy!” You jumped when you saw Billy leaning on your doorframe wordlessly, his hair dripping tiny water droplets onto his shoulders that hung like dewdrops on his chest, smirk still in place with his towel around his waist. “How long have you been standing there?”
He scoffed and looked toward the ceiling. “Long enough,” he said simply. His eyes met yours, dark with something you couldn’t quite identify, and you felt the scarlet heat creeping back up to your cheeks, forcing you to look at anything else in the room.
“Did you need something?” He took his hand down from the doorframe and stepped closer to you, still blocking the exit to your room.
“Did you?” His voice darkened, and as he neared where you stood, you could see that his pupils were blown out. He was close enough for you to touch him at that point, and you ached for him. You wondered what would happen if – 
“Correct me if I’m out of line, Y/N. But I swear you look at me like you want something from me. Am I wrong?” His eyes burned into yours, his gaze never wavering as he asked the most candid question he could without really giving it away. You swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer in a way that wouldn’t get you into trouble if you were somehow misinterpreting things.
“No,” you finally replied sheepishly. “You’re not wrong. But Billy –”
“I thought so,” he murmured, his jaw clenching. You were afraid of his reaction. You couldn’t tell if he was about to fly off the handle, and you could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife. “I notice you watching me, you know,” he continued, his words like suede slathered in melted honey.
“Billy, please. Please don’t tell anyone. I’m not trying to –” He took another step toward you so that your noses were almost touching.
“And you don’t know it, but I watch you, too. I can’t help it. The way you pretend to have your nose in a book on the swing in the front yard, stealing glances at me working on my car. Do you ever wonder why I have my shirt off in October?” He chuckled, looking around the room. You really hadn’t put those pieces together.
“Billy –”
“What if I want something from you, too?” he drawled, his gaze gliding over your lips before meeting your eyes once more. “What if, every night while I’m lying in bed alone in the dark, I’m thinking of your strawberry perfume and the dimples in your cheeks when you try not to smile every time I say some smartass shit? What if I count your curves instead of sheep while I try to sleep?”
His husky voice was barely above a whisper. He looked down and hissed out a small laugh. “You don’t think I notice that you leave your door cracked every time you change your clothes or that I know for a fact you’re wearing a black lace-trimmed bra and matching panties right now?” His tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he eyed you up and down.
You were completely speechless. Your mind was working a million miles a second trying to piece together all of the what-ifs and scenarios that could come of what you two were about to do, and you knew he was waiting for your answer.
“Billy, we can’t –”
“Can’t what?  Have fun?” His devilish grin was torture to your core, and you couldn’t help but echo his expression. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” He ghosted his lips over yours while he spoke, and you were immediately intoxicated by the scent of his honey shampoo and the remnants of mint gum.
“Pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him to take, confident he wouldn’t buy into your childish game, and you were shocked when he held his hand up, dropping his towel to the floor, and hooked his pinky with yours.
“Pinky promise, babe.” He lit up his blinding smile, knowing there was no turning back, and tugged at the hem of your sweater, helping to lift it over your head. “Good thing you haven’t put those nice, clean sheets back on yet,” he teased before connecting his lips with yours, warm, wet, and insatiable.
You had no idea how this would end, but in that moment, neither of you cared. All you knew was no one else would be home for hours, and you both needed what was coming after the last month of agonizing sexual tension, somehow kept a sweet secret between the two of you.
*This is a republish of my original preview because I CANNOT find the old post no matter how hard I try.
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puppetwoman17 · 21 days
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Sneak peek of The Batson Family Soap Opera, Ft. The Justice League
Billy jerked up, not even in a mild daze. His eyes were big and clear. His grip on the blanket tightened. He looked around, arms jerking to hold something, before he saw the small light in his pocket.
“Shit,” he mumbled, voice grainy from the lack of water. He fumbled for his phone and swiped. Bart only got a quick look at the profile picture–a stock photo of a beach–before Billy got up.
M’gann let out a small whine as he rounded the couch. “Billy?”
“Sorry, just gimme a sec, yeah? Gotta take this.”
“I–okay,” the martian smiled sadly as she watched their friend walk towards the dining table behind the living room.
His knuckles were white, Bart noticed.
Now, you could say that eavesdropping on your friend and den dad’s conversation without his permission was a bad thing, but he wasn’t the only one! It was clear that the others were too! In fact, Cassie took the remote and subtly pushed down the volume to a more helpful level, and it was no secret that she had super hearing. The only person who seemed remotely uninterested was Z.
On the other hand, going for the bandwagon was never the right thing, but sue him. He inched his head toward his backrest and breathed quietly, fearful to miss anything.
“Hello?”
Huh. He sounded almost…dejected.
“Yeah it’s me, did you need some—Hold up, calm down!”
Bart exchanged glances with Artemis and Roy. What was wrong? Was Billy in danger?
A second longer, the back of the room was silent. Even Billy’s breaths couldn’t be heard. A quiet murmur could be heard from his phone.
He wondered what—
“HE DID WHAT?!”
The couch-full of heroes jumped at their den dad’s angry tone. Some of them slowly turned to look behind them. Others stayed rooted to the TV, staring through the reflective screen.
“I—No, do you hear me? You—E, you are not going to—DON’ T YOU DARE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I’M GONNA HAVE TO CLEAN?!”
Billy swiftly ended the call, breathing harsh and loud. He plodded back to the swaddle of cushions, though he didn’t get back in like everyone thought.
“Z.”
Zatanna looked silently at her so-called Champion, eyes clear and knowing. “How bad?”
“I’ve got a lot of shit to clean up tonight.”
“You got it, boss!” The sorceress rose from her seat and adjusted her hat before smiling apologetically at the rest of them. “Sorry, Billy and I need to handle something.”
“Anything we can help with?” Conner asked.
“Even if it’s small, we’ll do it,” Gar said eagerly.
Bart was going to offer his assistance too, but one look at Billy told him that he wouldn’t be taking any help that wasn’t Zatanna’s.
“It’s nothing,” he said. “I can handle it.”
“You sure? It sounded pretty serious.”
Billy seemed to freeze up at that. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the older heroes. He avoided looking at them and instead chose to nod with Zatanna, who smoothed the creases of her clothes and walked toward the zeta tube teleporters.
He turned back. “Everything’s fine.”
“Doesn’t seem fine,” said Conner.
“It’s none of your business. Go to bed when it’s lights out.”
And with that, Billy and Zatanna made for the zeta tubes without another word. The only remaining sound in the room was the familiar jolt of the boom tubes as the two magic users left the Team base.
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Little thing I did because I like side/background characters skajhsjkas
And I want to give Ben more friends who are ¨normal humans¨ because he deserves it.
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ickypuppi3 · 2 years
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say what you want but billy and steve have canonically seen each other’s dicks so who’s really winning at the end of the day
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nana-doodles · 7 months
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I'm really excited for this new character blend idea I'm working on!!! Y'all are going to love this one...
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gkinoki · 14 days
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a small wip sneak peek on doing short comic between kid Billy and Ivan based on a specific Disney movie scene X'D
I wanna experiment on Billy and Ivan relationship was like during Billy's childhood lol.
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ainsleysays · 1 year
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dirty talking shane is making me go crazy you really understand.
UGH, right??? Oh my god. I write him doing it a little in Rage Monster because he's still working on getting his confidence back and he tends to babble more than anything there. (Billie taking the lead a lot also means he gets to be more of the blushy whimpery boy, which is also fun times). BUT MAFIA SHANE, oooooh, that man TALKS. I need to write some more of him just being filthy as fuck. FOR FUNSIES here's a little excerpt from a chapter of Songbird that's probably a good... I don't know, five or so chapters from what's currently posted. [smutty stuff below cut off]
Contains: NSFW! Spanking, belt use, some light cum play, Shane got consent first I just didn't wanna post too much
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He ran the belt lightly from her back to her thigh, feeling spoiled for choice for where to start.  Buzzing with the excitement of trying something new with her.  A quick swat of the belt across her right cheek to a minimal reaction.  A little harder on the left this time and Billie squeaked.  Shane grinned and repeated it on the right as she gasped.  Red lines started to form on her skin and he ran his fingers along them.
“Like seein’ ya all marked up for me,” he breathed.  “Hope you’re still a lil' sore tomorrow so y’remember your manners.”
Snap, snap!
Billie’s hips twisted away with a whimper before rolling right back into position, ass back out for him.  He could have lost it right there, his breath coming in shaky gulps.  Managed another three smacks with the belt before her moans and wiggling had him fumbling with his zipper.  He tossed the belt onto the counter beside her so he could free his cock from his boxer briefs.
"Shane?"  Her voice was strained and throaty and there were tears in the corner of her eyes when she looked back at him.
"Fuck," he panted.
He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and her hip with the other as he sank into her.  Letting a breath out as he closed his eyes and his head tilted back in pleasure.  Billie made the sweetest whine as he filled her.
“God, Pidge, y’were really into that, weren’t’cha?”  He rocked his hips for her, making her hum.
“Just trying to- ah!- get ungrounded.”
Shane got a fistful of her hair and twisted his hand to wrap her long dark locks around his fingers and wrist.  Using his new handhold to yank her up and closer to him so he could whisper in her ear while he fucked her.
“This pussy’s pretty fuckin’ wet for ‘just tryin’ to get ungrounded’.”  Picked up the pace to gasps from Billie.  “Bet’cher gonna cum so hard on this dick.  Bein’ such a good girl fer me, lettin’ me mark up that ass.  You're gonna be feelin’ this tomorrow, huh?”
Billie laughed darkly, the sound melting into gasping moans.  Shane released her hair in favor of gripping her shoulders as he pounded into her.  Able to get so deep in this position that he didn’t care he was already close.  The anticipation from spanking her had him desperate and powerless with the drive for release.  She was a panting and needy mess in front of him, taking his thick cock like she was destined to be like this.  His little wife, bent over in the kitchen just for him.
Ever a visual man, Shane found his eyes stuck on watching her cute reddened ass bounce back onto his cock.  Slowing down to stare at his length slipping in and out of her with ease.  God, he could watch that forever.  Especially if it was accentuated by Billie’s hungry noises, moaning and gasping in his hands.
He braced himself on the counter edge and gave it to her hard in a final bid for her to finish before he did.  Live wires sparking in his spine and groin with each slap against her.  Breathing heavy on her back as he bent over her, moving a hand to her belly so she didn’t get slammed into the counter.  The pitch of her voice was rising as she pushed back against him.  She moaned his name and he pitched forward with his own release.  Seated his pelvis against her ass with a deep groan.
“Shane!  Please,” she gasped, squirming against him.
His fingers dipped down from her belly to rub on her clit while she started to tremble in his arms.
“Cum for me,” he hissed into her ear.  “C’mon, Songbird, give it to me.”
Didn’t hold back with his fingers, circling her sensitive flesh like he had somewhere to be.  Gave her a few swallow strokes while he was still hard inside her.  Billie’s hand snapped over his at the edge of the counter, her fingers lacing into his.
“Ah!  Shane!  Ah, fuck!”
Felt it coming before she practically screamed. The way she tensed around him, her body pulling at his already sensitive cock.  Kept the pressure on her clit as she rode out her orgasm until they were both spent.  He trailed kisses down her spine and pulled out, replacing his cock with his fingers while Billie whined.  Pushing his load back inside her with a content murmur against the back of her neck.
When he stood up he gave her ass one final smack, earning him a yelp and a glare from Billie.  He grinned back at her as he righted his clothing.  She pulled her underwear and leggings back into place and winced as she leaned back against the island.
“Have I been punished to your satisfaction now?”
“Mm, s’long as ya mind your manners tomorrow.”
She pouted.  “Still grounded?”
Shane pressed against her and took her chin in his hand.  Tilted her head up so he could kiss her slowly, letting her open up to his tongue in a final act of claiming her this evening.  His other hand drifting into her hair while her nails ran trails up and down his back.
“Still grounded,” he said when their lips separated long enough for air.
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gttinyprincess · 2 years
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No one:
Me taking my sweetass time to write a bite scene:
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Sneak peek maybe soon...?
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cornedbread · 3 months
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Playing with hairclips :^)
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Zauchka and fucked up “I drew with my left hand, I am not left-handed” Zauchka
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wolfsbanesparks · 1 year
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Where are the snippets for pretty little thing? I love mysteries so it seems my cup of tea.
Hmm, tumblr is being weird so it took some looking, but you can check out the snippets I posted before here!
But here is a brand new snippet just for you!
Kids were missing. A lot of them. 
Billy brushed his hair out of his face, scrubbing off as much of the dirt and grime as he could. He hoped it would take away some of the nauseating feelings in his gut, but he still felt wrong. He still felt dirty.
One or two of them he could have brushed off–street kids were hardly known for staying in the same place for long–but nearly a dozen? That was a pattern. 
But no one was going to look for them. Definitely not the cops. 
Most of them had technically been missing for a long time before now, faceless nobodies who had blended into the background of Fawcett City’s most messed up neighborhoods. Billy had met them in subway tunnels and alleyways. He’d rolled out a sleeping bag next to them under the freeway overpass. He’d huddled over a trashcan fire listening to them rant about their shitty families and their impossible dreams. He’d played games of tag and hide and seek in abandoned buildings with them. He’d shared a single can of soup between four of them ignoring how hungry he still was. He’d played lookout for them as they camped out in places they shouldn’t have, or as they tagged a blank bit of wall. 
They weren’t a family. Most of them were barely even his friends. But they had been on the streets together, they’d looked out for each other, they’d tried to make each other’s lives just a little bit better. 
Billy had always wanted to do more for them, especially after he became Captain Marvel. But he could barely take care of himself most days.
He wondered if things would have been different if he hadn’t drifted away from them, too nervous about his secret identity being exposed to do more than keep them at arm’s length. Would he have known what was going on sooner? Could he have stopped this before so many of these kids ended up missing? 
He shook his head. He couldn’t think like that. Dwelling on what ifs never did anybody any good. 
All he could do was try to do the right thing. Just because nobody else was looking for them didn’t mean that he couldn’t. Just because nobody else really cared didn’t mean that he didn’t care.
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billyharringson · 1 year
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Having a lot of fun writing NB Billy in the next chapter of 'Live Fast, Die beautiful' and I may have skipped ahead just to write this scene because it wouldn't leave my brain.
“What’s wrong?” They asked, pushing up onto their elbows. “Why’d you stop?”
“I…uh…I heard Kelly talking earlier. She said…” He looked away as Billy continued to stare at him, taking a deep breath before turning back and speaking again. “She said that you’re…that you’re non-binary.”
Billy stiffened under his hands, guard instantly up. “Yeah and? You got a problem with that?” They grit out, their hands clenched tightly in the sheets beneath them, but when Steve locked eyes with them again it wasn’t anger he saw in those blue depths, it was fear.
“What? No of course not. I just…” He trailed off again, watching Billy grow visibly impatient with him. “I don’t like…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Billy’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay.” They drew the word out as Steve continued to kneel stiffly between their spread legs. “You’re not making me uncomfortable but you are kind of killing the vibe man. What’s…”
“What do I call your dick?” Steve interrupted, the words spilling out of him so fast that he was surprised that Billy understood them, but they definitely did because their eyes widened a fraction of a second before they dissolved into laughter.
“Oh my god. You’re too sweet. That’s what you’re worried about?” Billy wrapped their arm around Steve’s shoulder, pulling him closer with a smile. “Just call it whatever, I don’t mind if you use the word dick.” They said, pressing their lips together, sighing into the kiss when Steve pressed his tongue into their mouth. “But for future reference, I call it Philip.” They said when they broke apart.
Steve blinked at them. “You don’t.” He replied, causing Billy to snort.
“No of course I fucking don’t. Now come here.” Steve allowed himself to be tugged forward until he was blanketing Billy’s body, feeling strong legs wrap themselves around his waist.
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