#��way more hotter” grammar queen

[polniaczek]

SOUTH OF NOWHERE | 3.14 “Past, Present and Future”

[cabin-7]

Did someone say solangelo???

Secret Smooches

@i-love-all-books I got you bro

TW: I dont think there are any but tell me if any are needed.

Word count:2231 short and simple

AN: this started super late at night and I just kept comin back to it so here's a fluffy as hell Solangelo fic written by yours truly. It also not been checked so grammar mistakes aka terrible writing ahead

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Nico didn’t know why it started. To most people, it was endearing what Will did but to Nico, he was just annoyed. He enjoyed kisses from his boyfriend, but not so suddenly. At least that’s what he told everyone else.

It started a few weeks into their relationship. Nico was sitting at the Hades table eating whatever he had first thought of when he heard Will walk past, seemingly talking with friends. He turned to wave and just as soon as he was facing him Will smacked a kiss onto his lips and kept on walking and talking as if he had done nothing in particular. Nico, on the other hand, was gobsmacked and raised his hand up to his lips. His head swiveled towards where Will had just sat down at the Apollo table and gave him a look that he hoped conveyed his message: “What the hell was that about?”. In return. Will simply smirked and winked at him. Nico felt blood rush up to his cheeks as he stubbornly turned back to his plate trying not to reminisce on the chaste kiss.

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Then it became a routine. The thing was that it always happened before people showed up at the dining pavilion. Nico had convinced will to eat lunch because of it which was why Nico didn’t try to tell Will to stop. Because if Will ate lunch, he was taking care of himself, so what was a little kiss in front of a few people.

One day Jason had slipped into a seat across from Nico and was mindlessly chattering. He talked about his girlfriend which Nico wasn’t entirely interested in. He commented back nonetheless, so he wouldn’t be seen as rude. Jason was his friend after all. Their conversation slowly transitioned to another topic. 

Jason picked up a book that he had at his side. “I’m revamping all of the temples on the Temple Hill as you know,” he said excitedly as he flickered through the pages, “and I want your opinion on the Pluto temple,” he flipped a few pages back and flipped the book towards Nico to reveal messy sketches and notes. The drawings weren’t wonderful by any means and it was clear that Jason was still learning but it was definitely better than the last time he had seen Jason’s sketches. Nico wondered if he had gotten some tips from Hazel. Jason pointed at spots on the page and explained what he had visioned.

“So I think having some sort of torches would be fitting, but I don’t want it to be too dark,” he said with a huff, “I’m just not sure what to do for that.”

“Just promise me it won’t be like Hades cabin when we first came here,” Nico remarked, “it was so-” suddenly Nico heard his name being called. Looking to his left he saw none other than his boyfriend running up the hill waving his arms dramatically.  Nico glanced over at Jason who looked mildly confused. 

As quickly as he could Will rushed up to Nico.

“It’s kind of crazy in the infirmary so I have to skip lunch but-” Will started but Nico cut him off by holding out an apple.

“You need to eat something,’ he said, “and, an apple a day keeps the doctor away is how the saying goes right? That means you can scram for all  I care,” he teased lightly.

Will smiled at Nico and gratefully took the apple. ��Thanks, babe,” he chirped before planting a sweet kiss on Nico’s lips that lingered for a few seconds. Not too long, but enough for Nico to blush ever so slightly. Will pulled away still smiling, “you’re the best,” he waved at Jason with a small ‘hey’ before ruffling Nico’s hair and running back to the infirmary. 

Nico watched him run off with furrowed eyebrows. He couldn’t decide whether to be angry, flustered, or endeared. He settled on a stone-cold expression he turned back to Jason. He also decided that his feeling for Will could be kept in his mind. Jason had a mischievous grin and at that moment Nico felt himself grow embarrassed and the blush return to his cheeks and ears. He felt like people might’ve been staring at him, but that he was used to. It was the look on Jason’s face that told Nico he was in for it though.

“So... Will Solace?” he questioned innocently and Nico groaned, burying his face in his hands. Jason cackled and leaned forward, “oh c’mon! You’ve gotta at least tell me about him!”

Nico shook his head and Jason only begged him for some information on the boy who had suddenly kissed him. After a lot of refusals, Nico let loose the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth and looked up.

Nico heaved a heavy sigh as he balanced his head on the palm of his hand, “he’s my boyfriend,” he confessed. Jason gave a subtle eye roll and muttered ‘duh’. Nico lightly hit his arm. “I’ve been dating him for a few months. We started dating on September 15 and today is…” he glanced at Jason for the date. 

The son of Jupiter laughed, “it’s November 18th”

Nico nodded, “right. Well anyway, he does…” he paused as he thought of what to say, “Since like October he’s been” he felt his face grow hotter and hesitated, “kissing me when I least expect it.”

“Awww!” Jason cooed, “that’s so cute!”

Nico glared at him, “don’t push your luck Grace. You may be my friend but that doesn’t mean I’m any less likely to punch you.”

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The tradition continued, every day. Nico always thought he’d expect it, but then it started changing. Will switched up when he did, but made sure it was at least at one of the three meals. He said it was to make sure Nico was eating, but the other knew better. He knew Will was having fun with it, and gods be damned he wasn’t going to upset him.

So, it was definitely odd when Nico hadn’t seen Will at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Call him a worrywart, but he knew something was wrong. Or at least he thought he did. So Nico finished his dinner wearily and even waited in the dining pavilion for a bit. People gave him odd looks. Jason teased him, but he didn’t care. He was just worried about Will and he wasn’t going to miss him.

Eventually, though, he decided that it would be better to look for Will than wait for him. So he hoisted himself off of the table’s bench and started to walk off into the camp. He decided to stop by the Apollo cabin. When he got close to the cabin he heard Dancing Queen by Abba being played loudly over High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco. There were other songs mixed in here and there not playing nearly as loud as Apollo children loudly shouted over one another.

“SHUT UP PANIC AT THE EVERYWHERE NICKI MINAJ IS OUR QUEEN” a low voice yelled.

“THAT’S SAC-RELIGIOUS TO HERA..or something-”

“IT’S NOT RELIGION IF “GOD” IS YOUR DAD SHUT UP PARKER”

Nico chuckled quietly to himself as he stepped on the porch. He wondered if knocking would even work, but there was no doorbell so he’d have to hope. He wasn’t looking to raise his voice or just open the door. 

Luckily children of Apollo have extremely keen ears.

As soon as Nico knocked he heard one of Will’s sister, Kayla, yell “QUIET” louder than was humanly possible. Nico was beginning to realize how loud Apollo kids really were. All music in the cabin ceased it’s playing and the door swung open to show Kayla with a bright smile and a lot of Apollo kids who seemed to be fighting. One had another pinned to the ground, holding a fist above her head as her brother squirmed.

“Yo! Nico!” Kayla greeted, “sorry about the ruckus, music debate night. You know how it is.” Nico, in fact, didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, “anyway, how can I help you?”

Nico could feel the eyes of Apollo campers glaring into them as they impatiently waited for their debate to resume. Nico smiled awkwardly, “just looking for Will, is he here?”

Kayla spun around and looked around the large cabin, “WILL?” she yelled. No reply. A small girl who was being sat on by her younger (but stronger) brother squeaked, “Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Another kid called, “who’s Will?” Kayla spun around back to Nico, “I think that’s your answer. Check the dining pavilion, maybe the infirmary. Though he shouldn’t be in the infirmary, I told him to catch a break.”

Nico sighed, “I’ve been telling him for the entire time I’ve known him,” He shrugged, “well… thanks, Kayla.” She nodded and waved before she picked up two pots. 

“You might wanna cover your ears, and close the door will you?” Nico shut the door and heard two pots clang together as Kayla screamed, “ROUND THREE! WARFARE!” before the music began blaring loudly once more. The bass was so strong that the cabin shook beneath his feet. Nico quickly hopped off the porch. Once he was a few feet away from the cabin the noise ceased. He assumed there was some sort of noise spell put over the cabin because he knew that if there wasn’t the cabin would’ve been heard all the way in New Jersey.

Nico pulled his black leather jacket closer to him as the chilly autumn air blew around him. While Camp Half-Blood had control over the weather, year-round campers liked to experience the different seasons, if a bit milder. Nico did too. He likes to see the trees changing and feel the colder weather kick in. Bonus: he got to steal Will’s jackets.

The son of Hades tried to peek into the infirmary through the windows but the curtains were drawn. Suspicion bubbled in Nico’s chest, but either way, he knocked. Unlike the Apollo cabin, the silence wasn’t nice to hear. So he tried the doorknob. Turns out it was unlocked so Nico walked right in.

“Will?” Nico called. There was a shuffling from a back room and a crash before a familiar voice called back.

“One sec!” Will yelled. His voice sounded a bit strained, but nothing worrying. Nico was more so worried about the crash and why Will was still at the infirmary.

Soon enough Will walked out of the backroom and tossed his gloves out before he rubbed his eyes. Nico smiled softly at him and cautiously held open his arms. Will smiled gratefully and walked into Nico’s arms, tenderly wrapping his arms around his torso and burying his head in his hair. Nico rested his chin on Will’s chest.

“Rough day?” he asked quietly. Will silently nodded and held Nico closer to him which only made the boy smile. “We all have bad days. Is there anything I can do to help?” Once again Will stayed silent, but this time he shrugged. Nico nodded and reached up to press a kiss to Will’s cheek. “Your siblings are being super loud right now. We can go to my cabin and watch TV or something.”

Will cracked a smile, “I forgot that it was a music debate Monday” he said quietly, “we can hang out in your cabin,” he took a deep breath, “that sounds nice.”

Nico smiled a bit more and let go of the medic, “wanna tell me what happened first?”

So, Will sighed and began to explain that on top of being busy, he just felt out of it. He was not only physically tired but emotionally too. Nico listened to everything he said as he spoke in a far different tone than usual. It was soft and quiet. And yet Nico knew that it was still his Will. So as they were about to leave the infirmary, Nico grabbed Will’s sleeve to stop him and planted a surprise kiss on his cheek like he always did for him. Surprise smooches always brightened up his day.

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Nico rested his head on Will’s chest, “So, the dinosaurs are CGI?” he asked for confirmation. 

\Will nodded as he raked his fingers through Nico’s hair, “Yeah. it’s really cool technology, but I wouldn’t be the person to tell you about it. The son of Hades nodded, “It just looks so..so..”

His boyfriend chuckled, “real? Yeah, I know. It’s kind of crazy-” he was cut off by a sudden boy kissing him sweetly. Will blushed a bit but happily obliged to the sudden kiss that ended too soon for liking. “What was that for?” He asked.

Nico shrugged, settling back into where he was snuggled up, “you’ve given me a crap ton of surprises, why can you get one?” Will laughed softly and pulled the quilt on Nico’s bed up closer, “yeah that’s fair.”

“It should be a game,” Will said after a pause, “who can steal a secret smooch first?” there was a moment of silence between them before they both burst out laughing.

“You’re on Solace,” Nico said with a smirk. Will nodded and the two shook hands at an awkward angle before they both dove in for the first move of a game that would last way longer than they expected.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Playing a game||

You know why this is here. Yeah, drabble time. However, again NSFW warning. If you don’t like, please don’t read.

Akane akumushi belongs to me

Blanche Santos belongs to @multi-ocs-hangout

With that said, grammar not good but just wrote for fun. Thanks a bunch.

She was just done cracking her knuckles when beating up a thug leader that was bothering Blanche. However, she scared them off with her strength so they were back home.

‘You okay Blanche?’

‘Y..yes, I’m fine. Thank you my queen.’ he sees her smile happily kissing his cheek when he blushes from that.

‘No problem. I just wanna be sure you are safe. Either way, serves them jerks right for wanting to hurt you. I’ll always be here to protect you.‘ she sees him blush but nods while they were walking him.

‘So, to reward you. I wanna do something special for you. Were gonna play a little game.’

‘Special? A game?’

‘Yep. It’s a reward for at least helping me out with the thugs so...you don’t mind do you? It’s just a simple please like game. You ask for something as I’ll do it as long as you say please.’ she said smiling to Blanche that he felt his face flush pink. He didn’t mind if it was with his mistress. He even sees her looking all happily to him.

‘Really? Anything as long as I say please?’

‘Yep. So wanna try?’

‘Well...I don’t mind if it’s with you my queen....I don’t mind.’ he said as Akane smiled sweetly.

‘Thank you Blanche. I even got a cute collar for you too but if the game gets too rough forgive alright?’ he saw her smile that she touches his cheeks looking at her. His eyes meets with her as they gaze upon one another.

‘S..sure....you can do whatever you like with me, my queen. I trust you...’

What he didn’t know is that she plans to. True, the game went well with him getting cuddles, kisses, and head pets. However, the game got hotter when he begins asking for her touch, her fingers touching his hole, even making out. The game indeed shifted to something more...exciting.

Like right now. Akane was in a dark room sitting up while thrusting her fingers into Blanche’s wet dripping hole, watching him sucking one of her Naga length as they swell. He was so precious being a good boy for his queen.

“Such a good sweet precious pet. You really know how to please me so well and your playing the game really good too.” she sees him licking one of her lengths and stroking the other as he feels her fingers thrusting into his clenching hole. He already had some big toys and vibrators inside of his ass leaving him a wet mess. He groans feeling her rub against his cheek seeing him flushed.

“M..mistress....please, it aches. I can’t..” he feels her stroke his head hearing a whine coming from her pet.

“Shhhhh..I know. You need to have something in this hole of yours but you have to make me feel good first. I already helped you my dear gem....it’s already throbbing wanting you too.” he gulps feeling her lengths swell even more as he was slurping and licking against it. He saw Akane already wanting to take him for herself but she remembers the game.

“Now if you want something else, just ask. You have to be sure you say please alright. Now..what else dose my cute little gem wish from his queen hmm?” she sees him licking her again but his eyes was dazed in arousal.

“My queen, I wanna s..suck your hot length...I need to please you..”

“You didn’t say the magic word dear..”

“*panting* P..Please....fuck, please I wanna......suck your cock...”

“Heh, good boy..go ahead. If you do well, I might let you have your reward.” Seeing Blanche whine, he adjusted him self and slowly takes her length down his mouth hearing a loud moan from her. It felt so big but he didn’t stop pleasuring her. Anything for his queen. She heard his lustful slurping noises that he was stroking her as well. Blanche wanted to make her feel good so she would reward him for being a good pet.

He kept his eyes shut, making sure not to cut her with his fangs while hearing Akane moan happily in her Naga form. “MMmmm good boy. Such a good boy...”

His face heated up hearing the praise that he keeps going leaving them wet and ready in case he would get his present. He keeps moving his head, pleasuring his queen to his best ability that he feels it throb ready to burst. Before it could, he feels her pull his head back as her load hits his face. He gasps hanging his tongue hanging out but Akane smiled pulling Blanche into her lap so he could see her throbbing cocks wanting him. He squirms where she held him but adjusted him to have one rub against his hole.

“M..My queen?”

“I think it’s time for your reward. You been so good to me, I figure why not? I think I’ve teased you enough..don’t you think?” she grinds against Blanche’s ass cheeks hearing him moan when it felt hot. He knew it was be good but grips the sheets resting in his hands.

He even spreads his ass for his queen to show her. Licking her lips, Akane stops to have one of the tips poke his hole before getting ready. “Alright love. Take a deep breath and...” She saw him breath in before slamming her cock inside. He moans out with eyes widen tongue hanging out as he came hard on the bed. It felt so big that he shook from under her.

“So tight my dear gem. You really are so good.” he feels her nuzzling into his shoulder while she hears him moan feeling how big and swollen his stomach was.

“S..so big. My queen, your stretching my h..hole so much~”

She smiled seeing his lustful expression before starting to thrust into him. The sounds of the room changed with the bed squeaking and Blanche’s moans of pleasure. It felt good to have his queen fill him up. Even more with the other length rubbing against his back. He wanted to make her feel good but himself as well.

He moans drooling on the bed but he felt his face covered while she moans herself making her pet feel good. However, the heated sensations grew that she suddenly hard thrusts to grab his hips making him cry out.

“My hole. It’s getting destroyed from my queen’s cock. It feels way too good. I don’t want to pass out but..she’s showing no mercy towards me. I might break~” he feels her holding him close still he gasps feeling his chest rubbed and pecs squeezed.

“W...wait, my queen not my pecs..p..please their..” she didn’t listen to him but kept going on, leaning his head back moaning out to the night that she wanted to hear. She wanted him to feel pleasure unlike anything he’s felt before. He panted feeling his body move and his cock twitching ready to cum. He tries to warn her but she held him down still quickening her thrusts.

“I’m close my gem. No worries, I’ll be sure to fill you up good. You want your queen to fill you up with her love?”

“Ahh y..yes. I want my queen’s love. Please fill my hole with every drop of your love! Please!!!”

“Alright love...I’ll fill you so much, you’ll be filled to the brim.” his tone changed rapidly feeling her hitting deep but she hears him moaning and screaming out in pleasure curling his toes.

“It feels too good. I’m gonna cum...cumming cumming cumming....” he grips onto her arms feeling her pounding away before he feels her slam him down hard filling his hole with her cum. He screams with tongue hanging out, cumming himself over his chest and face as she was bloating his stomach.

He twitches feeling himself full with his eyes half way open and tongue hanging out. Her cock was still inside of his hole but she carefully lifts him up feeling her cock slip out. He gasped when her seed dribbles out of his hole to feel her kissing his neck.

“Good boy. So good..” she praises him while Blanche panted feeling his body full with hot love. “You know, you really are amazing dear and for another reward. I’ll let you have a turn with me. You better be sure to punish me well alright?” he blinks blushing from the new reward that he groans feeling stroking his stomach.

“Y..yes my queen. I’ll be sure t..to enjoy my reward w..well..” he said that they shared a kiss but she was careful with him. As she always was.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map

pairing: carol danvers x natasha romanoff x reader x valkyrie

word count: 4,700+

warnings: all smut. language, i’m sure. choking. blind folds. mentions of daddy kink. nat gets tied up. inapprpopriate use of kitchen utensils.

a/n: y’all better love me. i accidentally stayed awake over 24 hours to write this. i literally got in bed, like okay, go to bed, you can start writing a little and then it just went off on its own. also, i’m sorry that i used pictures as page breaks like we’re in 2009 again. i could learn to format on this hellsite, but...i could also just not. any spelling and grammar errors come from the fact that i wrote this while i should have been unconcious.

edit: so yes, i accdentally deleted this and had to rewrite it until i found the saved copy on my editor program. so there are a few new things, in case you already read this.

One of your favorite things to do was braid the hair of the most lethal, badass people on this world. It started with Bucky, it was something he found comfort in, but he was often on missions so your fingers had to seek out more. Steve, before, the day you called the bane of your existence, he cut his gorgeous hair off—captain America with braids? Beautiful. Thor loved it the most, but just like his teammate, the first blond saboteur, he’d keep his hair short these days. Nat tolerated it, but always had to take it out to train so rarely let you do it. Carol cut her hair sometimes without much of a warning.

Your only constant was Valkyrie.  She had realized in the hotter weather it would be easy to cut it all off, but one puppy-eyed look from you, and she'd scrapped the idea completely. Claimed she was far too busy to get her hair cut but she knew your fast-moving fingers loved to run through her hair, weaving as intricately as you possibly could.

That morning, you were seated on Valkyrie’s large silk-covered mattress, next to her sleeping form, propped up on the headboard, fingers working through her long strands. This was despite the warning Carol gave you about letting her rest, it was a complex and busy time in New Asgard and being Queen was taking its toll. You knew your ass would be bruised for weeks if she caught you, but what would be so bad about that anyway?

The sheets were only covering half her body, her breasts and one side of her hip exposed. Glancing over her bare skin, you recalled the way her fingers had been buried inside your cunt mere hours earlier. Nat and Carol had already retired for the night, but you never wanted to sleep without all three of them, it was you who always waited for every single one of them.

Valkyrie saw you leaning against the wall, trying to patiently wait for her. She was stressed, you could tell, not that she liked to bother you with the details of why. And you didn’t get to ask because in seconds her mouth was moving over yours, rough and fast.

She undressed you as she silently worked you into the room. Carol and Nat were draped over one another, dead asleep. Valkyrie lifted your legs, wrapping them around her hips. Fingertips dug into your thighs as she swallowed your moans, her hips rolled against yours, a maddening sensation as you’d dressed down to nothing more than an oversized t-shirt.

She ordered you to remain silent as she dipped her fingers inside you, always with the threat of stopping if you woke the others. Then she let you get on your knees and eat her out until she felt just a little less burdened.

When Valkyrie’s eyes fluttered open, head turning up to you, you had just finished tying the section of hair you were working on. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she returned, grinning. 

You leaned over, pressing your lips to hers. It was a fast, rough kiss, one you pulled away from when you felt her tongue. She stared at you, stunned for a moment, and all you did was climb out of bed and saunter away. Innocent, right? You were simply trying to let her finish getting her rest. Well, perhaps that would have been easier to sell if you hadn’t been naked.

You put on a pair of tiny shorts, but that was it. Carol loved your breasts and you loved seeing her teeth marks scattered across your skin days later, so you enabled the obsession.  You were busy in the kitchen, cooking her breakfast. In case she found out about your visit to Valkyrie, you wanted her in a good mood.

You knew you had accomplished that when she pressed herself to your back, reaching around to knead your breasts. You melted into her, head falling on her shoulder as you ground your ass back against her. “Oh, fuck.”

Her hands roamed, down your stomach, over your clothed pussy, back up to your breasts where she pinched your nipples hard. “What are you doing, baby girl?”

“Making breakfast for my captain.” The stinging sensation on your breasts almost made you drop to your knees right there.

She hummed. “Thanks, baby, I appreciate that.”

You kissed her jaw, smiling. “Sit down, it’s almost done.”

Leaning over she bit down on your peaked bud. She let her hands fall to catch your squirming hips. Her mouth pulled roughly as she leaned back up, smirking at your gasp. Slowly, she leaned over to the opposite side and claimed your left nipple between her sharp teeth. She straightened up, pulling your hair behind your ear. “Is your pussy wet?”

“Really wet.”

“Yeah?” she cooed.

You nodded.

“Save it for me, okay? I’m sure I’ll still be hungry after this.” She squeezed your ass painfully before she pulled away and sat down at the table.

You finished filling her plate with pancakes and hash browns, grabbed a set of silverware, and set it all down in front of her. You prepared her coffee and set it on her right. Carol was probably the most domestic, so it always gave you a little rush to cook for her.

“Thank you, baby. Almost looks as delicious as you.”

Before she could reach for anything, you grabbed the spoon and straddled her lap.

She smirked, lifting her eyebrows at you.

Never taking your eyes off hers, you set the spoon to your stomach and pressed it down until it disappeared under your shorts.

She looked down, a shaky breath passing her parted lips.

You set the curve of the silverware against your aching center and gasped. The sudden cold was shocking initially, but the way Carol was completely enraptured by you made it seem so trivial.

She watched you move for a moment before she took hold of your hip and began to guide you. She loved the sound as it was clear, you weren’t just wet, you were absolutely soaking. How could you not be? You’d been thinking about her touching you all morning.

She kept you slow and steady until you were coming, legs shaking, broken moans spilling from your throat. You simply removed the spoon from your shorts and dropped it in her coffee.

She arched an eyebrow at you.

You chastely kissed her before hopping off her lap and walking out on still unstable legs. Two down, one more to go.

Thanks to Carol, you didn’t have time before Natasha got out of training to put on this beautiful burgundy lingerie you’d just purchased solely for the Widow. Oh, well, nude would have to do.

You tossed aside your shorts as you laid down on the bathroom counter. It was just about time for her to get out of training, maybe 20 minutes, but you couldn’t wait that long. Surely, she wouldn’t be too mad at you.

With your fingers at your pussy, you started recording a video for her on your phone. No way she was going to be able to finish her workout when she saw you, and she always kept her phone with her, volume on, in case of emergencies. This counted as an emergency.

You sent the video with a two worded text. Done yet? You didn’t expect a response to come from her phone so you set yours aside and let your fingers lazily move through your folds.

You spent many mornings with Natasha. Sometimes you were both caught up in whatever Valkyrie or Carol wanted but other times, when they felt they were too aggressive to touch either of you—a bad mission or a really good mission, something that had their adrenaline running even after a night’s rest—they would fuck each other. That left you and Natasha curled up with one another, her bed, your bed, the shower, the couch, Thor’s bed once upon a time when you were both under the impression that he was not due back that day. Though, word had spread to Sif and the outcome was definitely positive. You loved watching her kiss Natasha, and easily became addicted to how her fingers felt inside you.

The door burst open and you glanced up. She was there, beautiful red hair just let out of her ponytail, chest heaving—she must have sprinted to you.

You whimpered her name and that was really all it took.

She gently shut the door behind her but then rushed to you, indelicately pulling your legs until you were at the edge of the counter, propped up on the mirror. All too easily, two of her fingers slipped inside you.

Your hands frantically grabbed at her shoulders. “Shit.”

Her other hand burrowed in your hair and she yanked your head back, lips hovering over yours as she spoke. “You interrupted my work out why, exactly?”

“I missed you,” you claimed, voice barely above a whisper.

She smirked. “I fucked you last night when you were waiting for Valkyrie.”

“I wanted more.”

“Yeah? You still want more?”

“Mhm.” You nodded desperately.

Never ceasing her relentless thrusting, she skillfully added a third finger. She smothered your scream with a fast, dizzying kiss.

You were nearly sobbing as she brought you to your finish then delicately let you ride out the high on your own. Her hand was almost still as your hips jerked, minus her palm which she pressed against your clit whenever it was close enough.

She drew her hand away from you and licked her fingers clean.

You smiled, gathering a long lock of hair as you sat back. “You’re way nicer to me than Carol and Valkyrie.”

She scoffed, eyeing you warily as you coiled her hair around your fingers. “That’s because you’re bad.”

You snorted. “Okay, Hermione. Besides...you don’t want me to be good.”

“No,” she admitted. “I guess I don’t.”

“Neither do they, they just pretend.”

“You know if we get caught in here, without either of their permission, you’re in for it.”

You leaned forward to kiss her briefly, smiling as you pulled away. “You’re worth it, baby.”

Shaking her head, she scoffed at you. “Wanna take a shower with me?”

“More than anything.” You wrapped your arms and legs around her.

So, that was where Valkyrie found you both. After you’d both washed each other’s hair and bodies, after your fingers pushed her to orgasm three times, after she held you up as you rode her thigh, after she laid you down on the flat surface of the tub and rubbed her pussy against yours until you were both shaking and seeing stars.

Not that you’d ever point it out, but it was definitely Nat’s fault. She was on her back, your mouth between her legs, and it wasn’t that she was purposefully being loud, but you’d been eating her out long enough to know what she liked.

You both froze, wide-eyed like children who had just been caught doing something they were told a million times not to do. You’d certainly been told, not a million times, but enough times that Valkyrie was fuming.

“What are you two doing?” she demanded.

“Carol said we could,” you claimed. An effortless, believable lie.

See, Valkyrie wouldn’t have liked it but at least it would have been Battle of the Space Lesbian Doms—the fourth, if your memory served you correctly. A preferable show as opposed to their tiring punishments directed at you and Natasha.

It would have worked too, if the world’s best spy hadn’t burst out laughing.

Valkyrie lifted her eyebrows at you.

“Whatever,” you sighed, defeated. Instead of acknowledging the impending dramatics, you went back to work on Natasha. Her remaining laughter caught in her throat, coming out as a strangled cry.

“Excuse me?” Valkyrie snapped. “Did I tell you that you could do that?”

You glanced up at her first, then Nat. She had her bottom lip pulled in with her teeth, her hands clawing at the shower wall behind her.

“Natasha, you better not finish,” Valkyrie warned.

But as mentioned, your mouth knew its way around Natasha’s pussy. You could have been nice and let her off the hook, but Nat had a point, you just weren’t good.  You pressed her thighs down as her back arched off the bathtub floor.

“Shit!” she blurted out, hands settling on the back of your head, a silent plea. Yes, you had both been caught and were in trouble, but she needed this and you would always give Natasha what she needed.

When she finished, you did your best to gather every drop of her in your mouth. You jumped back up to your feet, grabbing Valkyrie’s jaw.

Instinctively, her mouth opened. That was how you kissed, parted lips, sometimes genuinely filthy, tongues and teeth, moans and from you, the most desperate pleas.

As soon as you opened your mouth to let her taste Natasha, she jerked back in utter surprise. A drop dripped down her chin slowly and you took her state of shock to your advantage, licking it from her skin without her approval to do so.

For the first time, she had no idea what to do with you, where to start, what to even say.

If Natasha had been in her right mind, she wouldn’t have giggled. But she was feeling light, her lingering orgasm making her brain just a little fuzzy.

You smiled at Valkyrie, taking her hand and guiding it to your center. “Doesn’t she taste so good?”

It took her only a moment to snap out of it. She whipped her hand away from you, tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling you out of the tub, sure to catch you when you didn’t lift your legs high enough to make it over safely.

Your clumsiness was another source of amusement to Natasha, who was sincerely trying to stifle all her noise with her hand over her mouth.

Valkyrie sighed deeply. “Get in the bedroom. Both of you. Now.”

A walk she made you complete naked. Not that either you or Natasha cared, but Valkyrie liked to threaten with fake humiliation. No one was ever around her bedroom and most Asgardians liked to be outside until the sun was down. Though, you suspected the day would come when a poor bystander was caught up in these games and hopefully it wouldn’t be Thor—probably still scarred and confused as to why you were calling Natasha daddy.

“On the bed,” she directed.

You both obliged, and you took Natasha’s hand as she settled next to you. Bringing it up to your lips, you kissed each of her knuckles, smirking at her.

She bit her lip in an attempt to hide her smile.

“Separate,” Valkyrie growled. “What the fuck is wrong with you both? Does no one listen anymore?”

That was an order you didn’t move to follow. Natasha did, quickly and with an apologetic look on her face. Though you and Natasha both easily bent to the will of Carol and Valkyrie, there was a distinct difference in the way you did so. You liked being in trouble because you liked to be punished. But Nat did not like it one bit, she was a fidgeting, apologizing mess until they told her she was forgiven—a praise kink, you suspected, something you would certainly be trying out soon.

Valkyrie moved around the room silently and slowly, more than likely waiting for Carol. When the blonde entered, she made a low, strangled noise at the sight of you naked and spread out on the mattress.

“Don’t touch her, she’s being a problem today.”

Carol tsked, moving to Nat. Hands pressed up high on her parted thighs, she let her eyes wander. “What about this one?”

“You know her,” Valkyrie assured. “She’s a good girl, always is.”

She instantly leaned down, sucking noisily at Natasha’s cunt.

You whimpered, Carol angled her head up to meet your eye and winked. Ugh, you’ve wanted her mouth since you were teasing her in the kitchen.

Valkyrie came up behind Carol. “Undress and get on the bed.”

She pulled away from a moaning Natasha and lifted her arms.

Valkyrie pulled the shirt over Carol’s head, shoved her shorts down, and then let her hands wander all over her gorgeous body. She stepped to the side, giving you an unobstructed view as her fingers entered Carol.

She grabbed Valkyrie’s forearm, using it to keep herself balanced. “Fuck, that feels so good.” She grasped Valkyrie’s top and tore it out of her way. Her mouth instantly closed around a nipple.

You clenched your thighs, recalling how it felt when she did the same to you. You still had no regrets, you’d gone a week once without an orgasm and you would certainly do it again—besides, when you finally gave in, Valkyrie was always so pent up from not fucking you the way she wanted to for however long that she was always very generous when you decided to behave.

Valkyrie grabbed Carol by the neck and pulled her up for a rough kiss.

Natasha glanced up, noticing your pout and reached out to you. Unable to stop yourself, you smiled as you gave your hand and she twisted her neck to kiss your knuckles just as you had with hers.

The world needed to know; Natasha was so fucking sappy. But also, she was a “good girl”, so she quickly let you go and returned to her position of watching and waiting.

Carol pulled away, biting Valkyrie’s lip, happily prancing to the bed to settle between you and Natasha.

“Sit up,” she gestured to Carol. “Both of you, eat her out until she’s screaming.”

As if either of you needed to be told twice, you gratefully dropped to your knees before Carol, Natasha right next to you. Your tongues moved against one another, neither of you possessing any real control enough to come up with a system. You both just wanted Carol to come, that was the only result you hoped for.

She had one hand on either of you, purring and pressing you closer. You were so close to Natasha that sometimes you ended up licking one another, lips, chins, cheek, but nothing deterred either of you.

It didn’t take long at all, eventually, Carol was lying flat on the silk sheets, body shaking but she still never let go of either of you.

Valkyrie grabbed the three blindfolds from atop her dresser, starting with Nat and ending with you. Her fingers pressed to your core and you shuddered. “Hmm…so wet.”

You weren’t sure where she was when she pulled away or what she was going to do. You heard kissing, a few soft sighs.

“You do taste so good,” she said—clearly to Natasha. “Do you want to me lick your pussy?”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

It felt like an eternity went by before Natasha cried out. You realized then you had a long day ahead of you. Or so you thought until you felt a hand on your thigh, but Natasha was still whimpering. Valkyrie couldn’t be done with her.

“Be quiet, understand?” Carol whispered.

You nodded, keeping the movement as small as you could.

Next thing you knew, her hand was wrapped tight around your throat so you couldn’t make a sound and her fingers were circling your clit. Desperate for something to hold onto, you grabbed her forearm, trying to keep your body still. If your hips moved this would be over before you could finish.

It might have been the lack of oxygen or her overly skilled fingers, but your orgasm came at an embarrassingly quick rate. But with Carol, she was so fucking cocky, it would just stoke her ego anyway.

She slowly began releasing your neck, a silent reminder to stay quiet—Nat was now thrashing on the bed, whining for Valkyrie not to stop so you had some slack to try to catch your breath.

Carol kissed the side of your face and you could feel her smiling. Good thing you were wearing your blindfold because you had to roll your eyes. “You good?”

You kissed her back instead of speaking, not trusting your volume to remain controlled.

“Carol,” Valkyrie huffed just seconds later. “You’re such an ass.”

“I didn’t do anyth—ooh, holy shit!”

You let out the most dramatic, frustrated sigh. What Carol gave you was not enough; it was too fast and gone much the same. “Why do you hate me?”

Carol burst into a breathless giggle. “You’re such a cry baby.”

“Don’t laugh and me, I’m delicate.”

Even Valkyrie had to scoff then. She reached over to you, reveling in the shiver that ran through your body. “Shut up, I know she let you come.”

You grabbed her hand before she could pull away, parting your thighs wider. “I want you to make me come, though.”

“She’s very good, isn’t she?” Carol asked.

“Not as good as she thinks,” Valkyrie responded, but didn’t move her touch away. Instead, she began to curl her fingers into you, slowly but pressing on the right spot.

No surprise, she didn’t let you finish. Each time she went back to Nat, Carol would touch you when she could. That made you realize Carol was totally cheating the blindfold. It was long ago decided that on New Asgard, Valkyrie was dom #1, the rest of Midgard belonged to Carol. They didn’t stop there; they divided every planet that they knew of and you weren’t sure why because you and Nat had only ever been on one. Regardless, Carol sucked at being dom #2, but since her fingers were inside you, you would keep your mouth shut.

You weren’t sure how much time passed before Valkyrie instructed Carol to “take care of” Nat. For the first time since you were on the bed, her lips were on yours. You eagerly tangled your hands in her hair, wrapping your legs around her in a weak attempt to keep her from going anywhere.

She brought her thigh up to your pussy and didn’t stop you from grinding against her skin. Not for a while at least, but when she knew you were close, she held you down by the hips for a moment. “Stand up.”

You let your legs fall from her hips and she pulled you up. You heard her moving but made no attempts to find out just what she was doing.

“Over my knee,” she informed before she settled you down herself.

“Are you ser—” A sharp smack to your ass stopped that sentence, replacing the remainder with a surprised yelp. You felt your face heat up but that was nothing in comparison to the lingering sting on the skin she struck.

“Very serious,” she confirmed.

This was the first time this was ever happening. At least at her hand, this was Carol’s go-to. Admittedly, you were getting worse with time. Though, you doubted this would stop that. Did anyone truly believe you didn’t enjoy this?

“We’ll do eleven for all of your...behavioral issues today. Talk back to me again and it’ll be 20.”

Okay, you liked pressing buttons, but this was a little much. For maybe the first time ever, you were willingly silent.

“Understood?”

“Yes,” you muttered.

“You’ll count and thank me for every single one.”

Sighing, you stated, “one. Thank you.”

“You can be good,” she mused, almost sounding surprised.

This repeated without a hitch until 10. Sure, your voice was getting breathier, your knees were buckling, and your ass ached. Yet, you still gave into Valkyrie, until you realized eleven. Why?! Eleven wasn’t an even number. Did she just not care for symmetry? “Can I ask a question?”

“If you must,” she sighed, spreading your legs further, hand soothing the irritated skin.

“Why eleven? It doesn’t make any—”

The swift smack to your cunt caused your brain to short circuit. You felt it for nothing more than a split second, this intense sensation, then nothing. What day was it? What year? Where were you? Was any of this even real?

Next thing you knew, you were on the floor, Valkyrie’s arms wrapped around you as she purred how well you did. She removed your blindfold, Carol and Natasha were making out on the bed, eyes still covered.

Valkyrie scoffed, pulling you onto her lap. “Pretty sure you just had an orgasm. You good?”

“I don’t know what I am,” you admitted. Honestly, what direction was up?

She caught your chin, turning your head for a kiss. As she pulled away, she looked over your face briefly. “You’re good, beautiful, aren’t you?”

You nodded, a bit mindlessly. You were whatever she wanted you to be in that moment, except a functioning person because you weren’t sure you could stand.

“But you’re not good, so you get to stay right here for a moment.”

You watched her move to her dresser once more, this time returning with ties.

“Remove your blindfolds.”

Carol was quick to toss hers aside, then gently pushed Natasha’s out of the way, dipping down once more to kiss her again.

“Tie her to the bed,” Valkyrie instructed.

Carol eagerly complied, as did Nat. She quickly crawled up the bed and threw herself down so Carol could tie arms and legs to each bedpost.

You pouted, looking up at a smirking Valkyrie.

She pointed to you. “That’s what good girls get, brats like you stay on the floor.”

“I like the floor,” you declared.

She made a face at you.

“Now what?” Carol wondered.

She leaned down, gently nudging your shoulder. “Go eat her out.”

You crawled your way to the bed and Carol scooped you up like you weighed absolutely nothing, depositing you on the bed before Natasha.

Watching Carol, you licked slowly up Natasha’s dripping pussy.

She shivered, biting her lip. Impatiently, she took your hand and buried your fingers inside her, eyes rolling back as she collapsed onto the bed. “Hard, fuck me hard now.”

You latched your lips around Natasha’s clit as you thrust your fingers in and out of Carol.

Valkyrie walked to Natasha’s side, fingertips tracing her lips. “Who do you want to taste, baby?”

“Um…” she stopped to think for a moment. “Carol.”

“Come on, Carol—”

You both made sounds of protest but Valkyrie rushed over and pulled your hand away from Carol. Desperately, the blonde crawled her way up to Natasha until she was sitting on her face. She began rolling her hips relentlessly, cursing and gasping.

Valkyrie got on her knees next to you, two fingers slipping into Natasha, just under your chin, and two fingers pressing into you.

You began to ride her hand urgently, pressing your clit down hard on the heel of her palm. Moaning into Natasha’s pussy was an added sensation that she appreciated immensely as she was coming on your tongue mere moments later.

“Let me taste,” Valkyrie requested.

You leaned over to her, mouth attaching to hers instantly. You licked into her open mouth and she hummed, pushing another finger into you.

Carol took that as her cue to turn around and bend down so she could suck Nat’s clit. The redhead didn’t miss a beat, her own mouth still moving over Carol’s pussy like it was her last meal.

You turned your head slightly. “Fuck, I’m so close! Please, please let me come!”

“You can come, baby,” she encouraged, adding her fourth finger.

It only took a few more pushes from her fingers before you crashed shamelessly.

Valkyrie pulled Carol up by the hair, pressing her own tongue to Nat’s folds. Carol turned to you instantly, lips crashing against yours.

Several hours later, you were all spent on the bed. You were laid completely on top of Valkyrie, Carol’s head was using your ass as a pillow, and Nat was curled up to Valkyrie’s left side.

She was silently tracing patterns into your back as she waited for you to speak, a simple explanation for your behavior. You didn’t have one, you never had one. You didn’t today and you wouldn’t tomorrow.

You grabbed a lock of her hair and began braiding, smiling to yourself.

She scoffed tiredly. “You are such a brat.”

You turned your head a little, just to kiss her briefly but uncharacteristically rough, before settling back on her chest.

[queenscoolcat]

Let's Help Each Other- Reader x Roger Taylor x Brian May x John Deacon (Smut)

Part 2:  Let’s Do It Again

Summary: The boys need your help with a song, and it turns even more interesting when you realize what they truly want are your moans.

Pairing: Reader x Roger Taylor x Brian May x John Deacon can be read as  Reader x Roger Taylor!Ben Hardy x Brian May!Gwilym Lee x John Deacon!Joe Mazzello

Word count: 3602

Warning:Pure smut and filth, +18.

A/n: This concept has been done before, if you have a fic similar to this, I would love to give you credit for it.I truly have no idea how a recording studio works, so if you find any inaccuracy please ignore it along with the spelling/grammar errors.

Tags: @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen

“You need my help? In what?” You question your boyfriend and his friends, they all were looking at you with a weird light in their eyes that you weren’t able to interpret.

“With a song,” Roger answer you while his thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

You look at all of them still confused by their request, you weren’t sure why they would ask for your help in a song when they had such amazing voices, but as you look into everyone’s eyes you knew they weren’t going there, and still you weren’t able to comprehend what they were asking.

“A… song?” You question them again, making Roger roll his eyes.

“Could you stop repeating everything we say as a question?” Roger told you with the biggest smirk on his face.

Looking at him you knew he was finding this situation amusing, though John and Brian had a weird nervousness that you couldn’t understand why they felt that way, you adore them and they adore you, the shyness around all of you was long gone, and seeing that they weren’t able to hold your gaze was more than confusing.

“I would love to do that, but you aren’t explaining what you want that well,” Brian and John laugh nervously at your comment, but the moment you turn around to question them, they were looking at everything but you.

“John has this idea for a song and we need…” you tilted your head a little when you notice Roger wasn’t that straight forward and he was trying his best to find the right words to say “we need…”

“We need your moans,” Brian interrupted Roger making everyone look at him.

“My… my what?” You ask with clear shock in your voice, from all the things you could think they were going to ask, this was the least one you would expect.

“Yes, we kind of need your moan for the song,” Roger continues talking as he grabs your chin so you would look at him.

Your eyes linger a little more on Brian before you finally face Roger, that was when you understood the light on his eyes since you entered the room was lust, and as much as you wanted to say that the only times you had seen that spark were in the bedroom, but it wasn’t true, there had been so many places where you had seen it… and act on it.

“What do you think, love?” Roger asked tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I think I need more information about it,” you whispered not being able to stop yourself from looking back at John and Brian.

Their eyes seemed to be glued to you two, and for the first time in your life, you saw that the same spark that Roger had was in John and Brian eyes too, you involuntarily bit your lip loving this scene more than what you liked to admit.

“Deacy?” you whispered wanting to hear what he had to say.

“Oh, hmmm … it’s a song for the new album, it’s a sexual song and I believe a that a couple of moan at the beginning and end of the song would… would help,” you could see how nervous John was as he was talking, he kept playing with his fingers and every time he saw you in the eyes, he quickly looked away.

“Why my moans?” You frown looking at every single one of them.

“Well…”

“Because…”

“You guys…”

“You aren’t that…”

The frown that was on your face never fade away as the two boys in front of you try to explain to you and your boyfriend why they wanted your moan.

“Because you aren’t that quite when you go for it,” Brian finally was able to say, though he was staring at Roger and not at you “you are so loud all the time and we can always hear you.”

“And my moans sound appropriate for the song?” You ask chuckling, John nod at that as he finally looks at you.

It was hard to erase the smile you had on your face, you didn’t just have the hottest boyfriend ever, but now two other hot boys were telling you that they wanted your moans in a song, you couldn’t feel more flattered about it, and the longer you thought about it, the more the idea seemed to be amazing.

“And what do I get from it?” You joked biting your lip again.

“Royalties?” John said though it seemed more of a question.

“Orgasms?” Roger teased looking at you with a huge smirk, he knew that cocky attitude always appeared when you were feeling horny, and seeing you act like that in front of his friends was already making him unbelievably hard.

You smile devilishly at him as you tap a finger over your lips acting like you were thinking about it, though the answer was already decided.

“Okay, I will do it,” you said after a long period of silence.

Roger was looking at you with pure lust and if Brian and John weren’t that surprises, they would be looking at you like that too, you wink at them while you stood up, you could already sense all the eyes in the room were fixed on you.

The moment you saw that nobody did anything, you look at each and every one of them “what? are we going to do it or not?” you said making all of them stand up and guide you to the recording studio.

It took Brian a while to explain how it would be done, you would be in the recording room with a microphone in front of you, Brian was explaining to you how it works, and all you had to do was do your thing, but as he was talking, you could see he was getting more flustered by the moment, which didn’t help the fact that you were already so needy.

“Everything is done?” Brian said as he walks along you to meet John and Roger “we should be going.”

“Going? Where?” You ask genuinely confuse about it.

All of them turn to look at you, Roger chuckle as he realized what you truly wanted, you talked about it a long time ago, it was a conversation you had when you were drunk, but both of you could remember every single word of it.

“Would you had sex with my mates?” Roger asked handing you the bottle of tequila.

“Definitely,” you answered quicker than you anticipated which made Roger laugh out loud “what? They are really hot!”

Roger moved you so now you were stranding him, you were inches apart, and your eyes were locked as Roger spoke again.

“Don’t I satisfy you enough?”

“You do, more than any partner I ever had,” you said as you started kissing his neck and leaving some mark there “but let’s admit that a foursome sounds genuinely amazing.”

“It does,” Roger muttered before he filliped you so now he was on top of you taking the last piece of clothing off.

Roger crossed his arms and look at you almost as he was daring you to say what you wanted out loud, when you saw his face you smirk at him cause if he thought you weren’t brave enough to say it, he was terribly wrong.

“I thought you would help me with it,” you took a step towards them, you could see how John and Brian instinctively hold their breaths, “I think it is kind of rude to ask for my moan but don’t do anything to gain them… so who will be the first?”

You didn’t wait for the answer, you turned around and walk to the recording room knowing they would be deciding who would go first.

John and Brian looked at Roger quizzically, they weren’t sure what to do about it, and as much as they wanted to fuck you, they knew you were his.

“I’m going last, I want to see what you do to her,” Roger said as he sat preparing everything so they would be recording at any moment.

“I’ll go first I guess,” Brian said feeling a rush of confidence, he took a deep breath, and look at his friends almost expecting that they would tell him it was all a joke, but nothing happened, John stared at him still nervous about it while Roger continue doing his thing without bothering at all “any rules?”

“Make her moan as loud as you can,” Roger said winking at his friend before he turned to wink at you.

You smile at Roger already feeling as wet as you could be, the anticipation of being fucked by three guys was too much, and the fact that every sound would be recorded was even hotter, without including that your boyfriend could see everything.

You smile at Brian the moment he was next to you, without thinking about it, you pull him closer to kiss him hard, you didn’t intend to go soft on them, you were already so horny and ready to have someone’s cock inside of you.

“I need you,” you whine in Brian’s ear gaining the most beautiful moan you had ever hear out of him.

You started taking his shirt off and he helped you with yours, you were so glad you decided to wear Roger’s favourite lingerie set the moment you heard the three boys moaning, you took your jeans off while Brian unbuttoned his, you help him get rid of his underwater and you pushed him into the couch.

Brian was a little surprise, but the moment he saw that your eyes were fixed on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, you giggle at that as you kneel in between his knees, Brian was about to stop you, but you were faster as you started to jerk him off.

“Fuck… y/n, that feels so good,” Brian moan as his head fell backwards.

You weren’t able to stop staring at him, the way his mouth was slightly parted and the beautiful sounds that came out of him, without you wanting to waste more time you took him into your mouth, you made sure he looks into your eyes as you did that, you took as much as it was possible for you, loving how it felt and how you could taste the precum.

“You like that, sweet boy?” You question Brian as you continue jerking him off “does it feels good?”

Brian nods at that, but his hands stop you before you could take him in your mouth again.

“It’s your turn,” Brian said moving you so now you were sitting on the couch, he opened your legs and moan when he saw how wet you already were “you are so fucking beautiful.”

With that said, Brian started kissing your inner thigh, you grabbed the pillow next to you as his long fingers rubbed your clothed clit.

“We don’t need this,” Brian whispered, he then took your panties off with one swift movement, and before he said anything more, his mouth was already in your pussy.

His tongue was exploring every inch of you and you couldn’t hold your moan any longer, you were a moaning mess and with any shame, you placed your hand on Brian’s curls to pull him closer.

Your eyes were closed as you were lost in pleasure, but the moment you open them the most pornographic sound came out of you when you saw Roger and John jerking off, you started grinding your hips into Brian’s mouth, and when you felt his fingers teased your entranced you scream his name lost in pleasure.

“John, please come,” you tried to say already wanting more.

John didn’t take that long, in no time he was by your side kissing and helping you take your bra off, the moment it was in the floor, he quickly starting sucking your nipples and massaging your tits.

“I want you in my mouth, Deacy,” you said placing your hand on his jaw so now he was facing you, but the moment you saw the devilish smirk on his face you shivered feeling so hot by just that look.

“No, baby girl,” John whispered in your ear as he leaves some kisses in your neck “we need that beautiful mouth of your free.”

John’s fingers traced your lips and the moment he moved them away you found yourself trying to follow them, John chuckle at that and a loud whine left your mouth realizing the two shy boys that weren’t even able to look into your eyes now were making you feel so good with their touch.

You lock eyes with Brian as he pushed his long fingers inside of you, he curled them in a perfect position which made you arch your back with pleasure. Your eyes were closed, but the moment you didn’t feel Brian’s mouth sucking your clit, you open them so quickly, you cry out loud when you felt him move away from you, though you bit your lip knowing what would follow next.

Brian couldn’t stop staring at you, and as he was aligning himself in your entrance he made sure to keep looking into your eyes, at this moment you couldn’t stay quiet, all your body felt so sensitive, and when Brian was finally inside of you, you took one of John’s hands to stop yourself from cumming right then and there.

“Wait wait…” you said taking a few deep breaths as you adjust to him, you moan when you saw how John and Brian were staring at you with pure desire, and with a quick nod, you gave Brian a signal to start moving.

John moved his free hand so now it was rubbing your clit, his eyes were fixed on you and how your body reacted to every little thing they did, John lowers himself to take one of your tits on his mouth again, loving every sound you made and how you arched your back wanting more.

“Shit… I am going to cum,” you whined not being able to close your eyes as you wanted to see everything that your boys did.

It wasn’t just that, you love their faces full of pleasure and the way they look at you wanting more and loving how you reacted to their touch, it felt you good and you could see they were having a good time, you were so lost every time Brian fuck you deeper, when you started clenching your walls and moaning incoherent sentences, Brian came with you.

It took you a minute to get your composure back, Brian held your chin and gave you a sweet kiss before he moved to join Roger, now that you were “alone” with John, and seeing how hard and ready his cock was for you, it was enough to set your body on fire.

John moved to be between your legs, with a finger he collected the wetness that was dripping out of you, you moan when you saw him licking his finger clean, his expression was so hot and when he did the same and placed the wet finger close to your mouth, you suck it wanting to be a good girl for him.

“You are so fucking nasty,” John whispered, and without any warning, he grabbed you by the hips and laid you to be in your fours “I’ll make sure I fuck you like the nasty whore you are.”

You yelled his name and roll your eyes finding John talking dirty so hot, you wanted to call his name so he could start fucking you, but you suddenly felt a spank on your ass making you cry at how good it felt.

“Of course you liked that,” John said as he spanks you a couple more times.

You were sure your ass was already red and sore from John’s work, but it felt so good you truly didn’t care.

The moment he stopped spanking you, you were ready to turn around to question him, but you felt him go inside you without a warning, he started fucking you hard, no time to adjust, It was just him having his way with you, and you were so down for that, your moans made that clear cause it was the only thing that could be heard beside the sound of skin slapping.

John’s hands were placed in your hips making sure you would be in place when he realized you were about to cum again, he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you so now your back was pressed against his chest.

“What a nasty little thing you are, baby,” John said making sure he was searching for the right angle to fuck you, the moment you scream in pleasure, he continues fucking you like that as he kissed your neck “cum for us, princess.”

His last words were the ones that made you cum, you grind against him closing your eyes adoring the feeling of riding your orgasms with Deacy’s cock still inside of you.

When he moved out of you, you whined at the absence, John helps you sit on the couch and before he could go, he kissed your temple and thank you, you chuckle at the clear contrast in attitude, but still, you send him a kiss back.

Immediately when you saw Roger coming to you, you froze on the spot, cause even if you had a good time with John and Brian, having sex with Roger was different, he knew your body so well and after dating for such a long time, he knew how you like it.

“My pretty baby has been fucked twice?” Roger asked you as he caresses your cheek, you nod sheepishly as your eyes followed every one of his moves “but you still have on for me, don’t you?”

You nod eagerly and help him take his jeans off, Roger chuckle at your actions and as you did that, he strokes your head making sure your hair wasn’t all over your face.

“I need to hear you,” Roger said when his cock spring free and slapped your face, you stare at his hard cock while you tried to find your voice.

“I always have one more for you,” you finally mutter with an innocent smile “please Rog, I need you so bad.”

“You already had two cocks in you, and you still need me so bad?” Roger asked as he grabbed you by the neck, you nod eagerly again loving the feeling of him slightly chocking you.

Roger pushed you backwards, you watched as he jerks himself by just staring at you, you extended your hand wanting to do the job for him, but he stops you giving you a nice smirk.

“Beg for it, baby girl,” Roger whispered, he started rubbing the tip of his cork in your entrance, it felt so good, though it wasn’t enough, you wanted him inside you, you wanted him to fuck you good, but still he was waiting for you to do your part.

“Sir please, I need you so fucking bad, fuck, I… please please,” you whined not being able to take your eyes off his cock, he then stopped teasing you, and when you turn to look at him into his eyes, he slams into you without notice.

You scream Roger’s name as you move with him, Roger moves to be closer to you, you were inches apart, but your lips weren’t touching, your eyes were lock and your moan sounded synchronized, it was all so hot, Roger knew where to fuck you and in no time he had you ready to cum.

Roger move his hand to rub your clit fast and hard which gain him some loud moans from you, the smirk he had on his face made you want to slap him, but he was making you feel so good, and at this point, you truly didn’t care about it.

“Come on, baby,” Roger whispered in your ear “give them the last show before we wrap it up.”

You nod as your eyes close loving how good all of them made you feel, Roger was close behind you, so when you started cumming, he grabbed your hip so tight making you know he was cumming with you.

“Fuck…” you said trying your best to start breathing normally again.

Roger chuckle and gave you a sweet kiss before he stud up and help you do the same, you smile shyly at him when you had to grab his biceps the moment your legs betray you, he kissed the top of your head again and motion you to sit again, you saw Brian and John come and sit next to you.

John handed you a bottle of water as Roger help you clean yourself, you smile at them and after you finished your water you rested your head on Brian’s shoulder.

“That was good,” you mutter with a happy smile, All of them agree with you which made your smile grew even bigger “maybe next time instead of recording just the sound we make a sex tape.”

All the boys stare at you, but you weren’t able to see that, your eyes were closed and you were so close to falling asleep, though you could already imagine their reactions.

“Rog?” Brian asked clearly shocked but hoping his mate would agree on that.

“If the lady is okay with that then I am too,” Roger said with a proud smile on his face.

A/n2: i work really hard on this, so if you enjoy it please like and reblog it, thank you so much

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Napollya, 7) a theater at midnight, golden jewelry, a whispered secret :-) :-) :-)

Weimar Republic AU (still spies though!)

To make it short, Illya is uncomfortable.

Theatres in general aren’t his scene, and especially not these kinds of theatres. There are rows of plush seats on which couples entwine themselves, melting into the darkness. On stage, women are getting progressively more naked. When the next group of dancers comes, a row of gleaming, short black hair and white chests, red-pink nipples, Illya looks to his right. A man is licking into the dip of his date’s collar bones. She gives him a wink.

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“Enjoying the show?”

Illya startles and turns his head to the left. A stranger has taken the seat next to his, grinning at him. Blue-green paisley tie. Illya frowns a little. “You’re late.”

“Thought you’d appreciate it. Or did you miss me?” The man gives him a wink and Illya, truly sick of being winked at, shakes his head. “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

The stranger has dark hair, gleaming in the dim light, and startling eyes. Blue, with a splatter of brown. Illya blinks.

The stranger leans in closer, both arms resting on the armrest between them. “Did you, though?”

“What?” Illya frowns, wants to pull back and bring a little distance between them, but the stranger reaches out. His hand is warm on Illya’s knee. Startling.

“Miss me. Were you lonely?” He has very bright teeth and a suspiciously sharp smile. His grip on Illya’s thigh tightens.

“What are you doing?” Illya leans in to hiss at him and tenses his thigh, hoping the man will pull back.

“Giving us a reason to disappear into the backrooms.”

Illya frowns and tries to pull back himself. The stranger smells like heat and tobacco. Some woody hair wax. He’s slipping his palm up Illya’s thigh, squeezing gently.

“How do I know you’re not setting me up?” It’s a stupid question, but Illya is getting desperate. Heat and Pine and Tobacco. “This is illegal.”

The stranger laughs, Illya can see his broad shoulders shake out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, you’re cute. So paranoid. Here, I’ll tell you a secret, will that help?”

“A secret?” Illya frowns. He doesn’t want a secret. He wants to be able to think clearly, without the scent of the man seeping into the folds of his brain.

“Yes. But lean in a little please, I’m hurting my neck doing all the work.” With that, the stranger pulls back a little, forcing Illya to lean in if he wants to keep the conversation going. Which, well. He has to. In the dim light, the stranger’s teeth flash as he grins. “See? Good boy. Now –“

Before Illya can react, there’s a hand fisted in his collar and the man is close again, closer than before, his lips brushing Illya’s ear. “Your name is Redacted Kuryakin, mine is Napoleon Solo. I’m here for the documents in the locket around your throat, but if you’re good and come back to the private rooms with me, I’ll suck you off.”

The hot whisper burns through Illya. He tenses, grip on his own thigh tightening, and heat rises in his cheeks.

The stranger – Napoleon Solo – pulls back a little, raises a brow at him. “You trust me now?”

“I –“ Illya has to pause, sort through grammar and punctuation. “Was that necessary?” He hisses, but makes to get up.

Napoleon is on his feet faster and offers him his hand, pulls him up. “Well. You looked so tense, no one would’ve believed us. And now look at you.” He doesn’t let go of Illya’s hand and does just that – standing in midst of the rows of the theatre, ignoring the people murmuring and calling behind him, looking at Illya with his blue-sparkling eyes. “Beautifully flushed.”

Illya huffs, cheeks hotter than before. He’s had enough of this man’s teasing. So he pushes at Napoleon’s shoulders, forcing him to stumble through the rows of plush seats, sidestepping tangled legs of entwined couples.

-

The backroom is dimly lit, the tinted lampshade bathing everything in rosy red, softening the sharp lines of Napoleon’s suit and deepening the pink of his mouth. There is a plush sofa on which Napoleon is currently sitting, not much else. The air is hot with the scent of perfume and sex.

Illya watches Napoleon close the fastener of the golden locket and slip it under his shirt collar. It would be warm, still, after resting against Illya’s heart for so long. He tries not to think about it.

“So that’s that.” Napoleon gets up, brushes imaginary dust off his trousers. “Job done. Lovely making business with you, Redacted Kuryakin.”

He passes him on the way to the door, but Illya grabs his elbow, almost subconsciously. “Yes?” Big, sparkly eyes, soft-pink mouth.

“It’s Illya.”

Napoleon raises a brow at him. He didn’t button his collar all the way and Illya can see the dip of his throat. The flash of a hot tongue a wink. “Illya Kuryakin.”

At that, Napoleon smiles again. Full force, glittering teeth. “Oh, thank fuck. You damn Ice Queen. Can I suck you off, then?”

Illya doesn’t say no.

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Ha! Illya is actually alive and doing stuff! I AM branching out! (Although I WAS tempted to make him some sort of jewellery just for continuity). Also yes this was 10000% inspired by me getting super into Babylon Babylon again, out of NOWHERE.

Thank you so so much for this, I had a great time indulging my love for BBerlin haha :’) And I hope you liked it!!!

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Here be the prompts

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Love Means Trouble: Chapter 4

Prompt: Hurricane by Halsey, which you can find in this playlist.

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, near smut and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 4,712 words

A/N: All I seem to do is apologize, i know, but college is killing me and draining me slowly -read quickly- Med school is heavy, folks. Anyways, finally finished this chapter, hallelujah!  Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just talk to me!

A/N 2: I made a NEW spotify playlist where you can find the songs I mention in the story.

// Prologue // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter //

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“Well, hello Circe…”

Circe's breath hitched as her name was so naturally spelt by Nikki's lips. His face held some smugness to it, he had finally cracked the code he had been waiting so desperately to crack. Her name.

"H-How?" Circe stuttered, shock clearly written on her face.

"Close your mouth, we don't want any flies going into that pretty mouth of yours, babe" Circe's mouth snapped shut after Nikki's comment.

"And... to answer your question, Tommy" as Nikki said that he flopped down on Circe's couch, who hadn't moved from the entryway nor closed the door.

"Fuck" finally, Circe reacted. She slammed the door shut, her eyes rolling at the mere thought of Tommy talking more than he should.

"I'm going to kill that kid one of these days" She muttered to herself, but Nikki heard her loud and clear.

"Well, I gotta say that if I had known that you were Tommy's Circe I would've listened to him more attentively" Nikki said teasingly, but not attempting to lighten Circe's mood.

"Did he also tell you where I live?" she questioned, ignoring his comment entirely as she went through her cabinets in search for her bottle of Jack. She knew it wasn't the best idea after last night's little trip, but she desperately needed the burn of the alcohol to wake her up.

"No, that was Vince, actually" Nikki kept on mocking her distress, enjoying the change in banter.

"I'm going to kill Barbie too then" Circe spoke louder this time, then she opened the bottle of Tequila she found, the large gulp she took made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight.

"Circe... hmmm, it fits you" Nikki said to himself after a brief moment of silence, Circe snorted before taking another drink from the bottle.

"And how do you even know it fits me? Hm?" She asked, walking out her small kitchen before sitting on the couch opposite from Nikki. Her eyebrows rested highly on her forehead, inquiry all across her features.

"I just know it does, call it... a sixth sense" Nikki smiled at her, then he took the bottle of tequila from Circe's grasp. Said action made Circe groan out loud and stand up from her place.

"Yeah, whatever. I call bluff on your sixth sense" she dismissed his comment as she took the needle off the record, trying to be as careful as she could to avoid scratching her Bauhaus' vinyl.

Nikki observed her as she gracefully moved around her apartment in search of another vinyl to play. Circe rummaged through the piles of albums, her brain not cooperating with her at the moment. She had no idea what to play and despite how unpleased she was with Nikki being at her place, she still wanted him to like the music meant to fill in the gaps.

After a few seconds of indecisiveness where Circe's brain couldn't choose between Queen's The Game and Siouxsie and the Banshees' Kaleidoscope, she finally settled for Siouxsie. Circe was delicate when placing the needle on the vinyl, she almost looked as if she was holding a breath. Nikki kept on watching her with curious eyes, his interest was rising as he followed her movements. He didn't think she would be into this kind of music, so different from what Mötley played and from what he had caught her dancing to on their last rendez-vous.

Nikki caught Circe smile to herself once the music started. The almost unnerving sound of the instruments added more tension to the atmosphere. And Siouxsie's strangely calm voice gave the atmosphere some edge.

"So, why did you never tell me your name?" Nikki said, speaking above the music without much effort.

"For fun" was Circe's short answer.

Circe looked everywhere but Nikki's direction as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at her, clearly tired of the game she was playing. It had been drawn out for far too long, almost half a year to be exact.

"Fun?" he questioned after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, fun" Circe shrugged before lighting her cigarette.

"You had me playing along just because you wanted some fun?" he asked. He was annoyed, but she took joy in that.

"Yeah, exactly. But you can't tell me you didn't have fun as well, can you Nikki?" she answered with a smug smile, finally feeling more in control of the situation at hand. Then, their eyes met.

Nikki's olive-coloured eyes were lit up with a strange mixture of curiosity, surprise and irritation. Said eyes were framed by his dark eyebrows, that had shot up his forehead. Contrarily, Circe's espresso-coloured eyes were filled with mischief.

"It's true, I can't" he answered, leaning back on the couch.

"But it doesn't mean I'm not tired of it"

"Pity, I was enjoying our game. So sad you're getting tired of it" Circe mocked. A fake pout barely covering the growing smirk.

"Might have to get myself someone who can actually play along" she kept on mocking. She took a puff out her cigarette before she grabbed the bottle of tequila, taking a large gulp right after.

"It's not that I can't play along, the problem here is that you're not playing fair" Nikki leaned forward, grabbing Circe's chin between his fingers.

"And you do? Play fair, I mean" Circe's gaze was unwavering as she looked at Nikki, tilting her head to the side.

Circe took Nikki's silence as her answer and such silence made Circe's ego grow a smidge bigger.

She hummed.

"I see. So, what do you propose, Nikki?" Circe said, sitting on the couch and leaning closer to Nikki. Her head was tilted to the side, and her left eyebrow rose in anticipation.

"What do you seek, Circe?" He retorted, avoiding her question.

"Debauchery, destruction..." Circe answered, her tongue quickly running over her teeth, staying a little longer on her sharp canines. Nikki mirrored her expression.

"That's all I ever look for, that's all I'm good at"

"I'm not scared of a little destruction, I embrace it" Nikki stated, equally as intense.

"What are you trying to tell me, Nikki?" Circe decided to play dumb.

"I don't think I need to say anything"

"You don't, but I want you to spell it out for me. Tell me what you want" 

Nikki stood up from his seat, Circe following suit. Her heart was racing, the silence that lingered this time wasn't of her liking. She took notice of how Siouxsie's voice was starting to lower in volume, the side A of the vinyl coming to a swift end.

Nikki approached her with long strides and once he was in front of her, mere inches separating them, he kissed her. Nikkis large and calloused hands cupped the soft skin of Circe's cheek, said touch made Circe melt. His lips were chapped, but Circe didn't really care. She was too focused on the non-spoken answer he was giving her with the rough clash of their lips.

It was heated, and probably not meant to last long, but there they were, fighting over who lead the kiss. Who was meant to follow who? No one was truly sure, they didn't seem to care.

Nikki's left hand moved to rest on the side of her neck, he appeared to recall her reaction last time he placed it there. Circe gasped once his cold fingers made contact with the heated skin of her neck. Nikki took this opportunity to sneak his tongue inside her mouth briefly.

Soon enough, they broke the kiss. Their foreheads touched as they decided to stay in their position, so close they could breathe the same air. Circe's eyes were still shut, her heart lingering on the moment they just shared. Nikki observed her soft features, from her plump and reddened lips to her eyelashes that graced the skin of her cheeks.

"Is that enough of an answer?" He whispered, no trace of sarcasm. Circe then opened her eyes, somehow the few strands of gold in her chocolate eyes looked brighter this time.

"I'm not sure" Circe laughed, it was genuine for once.

Then, they kissed again. This kiss was almost feverish, not as sweet as the last. And their kisses only grew hotter as they became more frequent and closer to one another. Soon enough, they were tugging at each other's clothes, their fingers itching to take them off.

The first thing to be removed was Circe's crop top, followed by Nikki's shirt. Circe started to pull Nikki to her room by the waistband of his loose-fitted jeans, using this as her chance to remove the belt that held them in their place. 

Then, someone knocked on her door. Circe groaned out in annoyance and she felt Nikki smirk over the sensitive skin of her neck, skin he was kissing and biting in search of her soft spot.

"Ignore them" he mumbled.

"I really want to, but if it's Tommy there's no such thing as privacy"

And then, almost in cue, Tommy opened the door. He was carrying a bottle of Jack and a bag of food meant to be shared with her.

"Hey, Ce!" Tommy said gleefully, his brain not registering Nikki's presence.

"H-hey" Circe said back, adjusting the bra strap Nikki had slipped off.

Circe left Nikki in her room, heading back to her living room. On the way there, she picked up her crop top from the floor and put it on. Once she was close to Tommy the smell of hamburgers made hunger settle in her stomach, she hadn't eaten anything in almost 20 hours, maybe less.

"Oh, fuck Tommy, you're a goddamn lifesaver" Circe moaned as she took the wrapped up burger that he was handing her.

"This is to gulp it down" Tommy said, shaking the half-empty bottle of Jack.

"Yeah, thought as much. I don't think Tequila tastes good with burgers, man" Circe answered with a mouthful of food. Tommy laughed, taking a bite out of his burger.

They kept eating in silence, Circe momentarily forgetting that Nikki was in the apartment until he decided to sit on the armrest of the couch Tommy was sitting in.

"Hey, Sixx" Tommy said, his brain stopping for a minute, finally connecting the dots. Circe wasn't wearing a shirt a few minutes ago and Nikki was just sitting there, shirtless.

"Wait a fucking minute? What the fuck is going on?" Tommy asked, clearly wanting an explanation.

"More like, what's not going on" Nikki mumbled, stealing Tommy's burger and taking a bite out of it.

"Oh" was Tommy's short answer, avoiding Circe's intense gaze.

"I guess I'm leaving" Nikki said as he picked up his shirt from the back of the couch Circe was sitting in.

"See you soon, Circe" and with that he walked out the door, not sparing Circe a glance.

As Nikki closed the door, Circe snapped out her thoughts, the sound of the needle scratching the vinyl finally settling in her brain. She stood up quickly, removing the needle quickly as to avoid more damage. She sighed, glad that there were no scratches to be found. Finally, she faced Tommy, who's eyes never parted from her.

"Yes?" She questioned.

"Nothing" Tommy laughed, taking the final bite from his burger.

"Alright"

Silence.

"By the way, fuck you!" Circe suddenly remembered, he had been the one that gave her name away.

"Why?" Tommy defended.

"You told him my name!"

"I- fuck, did I?" Tommy asked himself, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yep" Circe said, popping the p.

"Shit, sorry" Tommy apologised.

"It's whatever, he was going to find out soon enough" she shrugged not wanting to fight Tommy for being Tommy. She flipped the vinyl and placed the needle on it, the starting notes to 'Christine' filling the room.

"So... You finally finished the painting?" Tommy asked before he took a drink out of the bottle of Jack.

"Yeah, it's in the room drying up" Circe motioned towards her art room, the memories of what she had experienced sending chills down her spine.

"Cool!"

Then, silence. This much quiet was rare between Circe and Tommy. Every time they hung out one of them -if not both- would lead the conversation, but Circe could tell that despite Tommy's initial support, Nikki being in her apartment had thrown him off.

Before Circe could dive deeper into her thoughts, Tommy cleared his throat. Action that captured Circe's attention.

"Are you coming tonight?" Tommy asked Circe, referring to Mötley's gig.

"I'm not sure, I have to go pick some stuff up from work. If I don't think it's too much, I'll probably be there" Circe answered with a smile, Tommy smiled to himself.

"You always have too much shit to do, but you always finish in time, dude. Chill" Tommy noted.

"If you want someone to model your shit you know I'm always available" that comment made Circe's smile grow tender.

Tommy might be too much to handle sometimes, but moments like these made Circe remember why she let him stay in her life; why she ended up in front of the Lee's house after running from her's.

"Well, I better go so you have time to do your shit. Call me" Tommy said, hugging her sideways before leaving.

Circe stayed put, half processing Tommy's departure and when she finally did, she stood up from her place. She grabbed both her house keys and car keys from the countertop, heading out her apartment to her workplace. But not before putting her Siouxsie vinyl back in its sleeve.

The ride to work was longer than it should've been. The roar of her engine drowning out the sound of the busy LA streets. Circe had one hand on her stirring wheel, the other hung out the window. When she got the chance to speed up, her fingers danced with the wind to the beat of the songs playing on the radio.

Once she was a block away from the store she worked in Circe decided to park. She took off her radio, hiding it away to avoid getting it stolen -again. After turning off the engine and closing the door behind her, she headed to the back of the car and pulled out a big duffle bag.

"Hey, guys!" Circe said as she walked in, her co-workers mumbling a greeting back to her.

"Took you long enough, Larson" teased Lu from where she stood, her eyes fixed on the clothes she was putting on the mannequin.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. But I'm here, right?" Circe shrugged smiling at Lu.

"Whatever. Show us what you brought us" Lu told Circe, taking the duffle bag from her.

Lu motioned to Sarah -another coworker that Circe actually liked- to come closer. Lu dragged both girls to a table they kept around, opening the bag and dropping all its contents on the plastic surface.

The first thing Sarah picked up was an oversized redshirt. Circe had sewn a much tighter frame to it, making it a tight-fitting dress. But, instead of cutting the excess fabric off, Circe had placed safety pins on both sides; safety pins that she had used to lace the front of the dress, simulating a corset.

Then, Lu pulled a two-piece outfit. It was composed of a red leather top and a pair of high-waisted red leather pants. Not a lot had been done to this particular piece, other than Circe making this a two-piece thing and sewing the pants to be a tighter fit.

The next thing to be put on display was a denim jacket. Circe had spilt some paint on it, so she decided to make something out of it. She splattered various colours of paint on it and after realising she had gone a little over-board with the paint on the bottom half of the jacket she decided to cut it two inches below the breast.

Lu's eyes caught sight of yet another leather piece, this time being a trench coat made out of various pieces of leather tailored to be of a larger fit.

The next few items were quickly examined, Lu nor Sarah showing a lot of interest in those pieces. All girls present were aware of how Circe was always asked to do more casual looks, maybe destined to the boring Valley girls that rummaged LA in search of new outfits. So they never really paid much attention to those clothes.

Finally, Sarah and Lu found themselves holding the last two pieces of clothes. These two pieces were designed similarly, both being bodysuits. One of them was made out of an almost translucent black chiffon, Circe had added some lace embroidery over the breasts and on the sides to make it look less naked but still sexy -also it helped to hide the stitches she had used to give more structure to the bodysuit. And the other was made out of matte black cotton, Circe avoided adding details to this particular piece, she decided instead to give it more structure, simulating a corset or hard bodice.

"Well?" Circe asked after the two girls had finished ruffling through the clothes she had brought.

"These are amazing!" Sarah screeched in excitement.

"Please tell us you made an extra bodysuit for yourself, cause you would look so fucking hot, Larson" Lu, teased Circe.

"The boss is going to be so happy, these are going to sell so quickly!" Lu added happily.

"I hope so, I really like these" Circe said, slightly flustered. She might exude confidence most of the time, but when it came to her work it was the other way around.

"We all do, Ce. People are gonna love these" Sarah reassured.

"Now, these are the clothes they're expecting you to revamp" Lu told Circe, grabbing a black trash bag that had been thrown behind the counter.

Circe took a look inside the bag. It was filled with the usuals, big shirts, jackets, leather, ripped clothes and pieces of random fabric. A few ideas popped in Circe's head, already thinking about what she could do with what she was handed.

"I'll do my best, Lu" Circe said, looking up at the redhead in front of her.

"Now, here's your pay. Go, cause they want these thing done for next week"

"And with how many things they expect me to come back with?" Circe questioned.

"At least 6 new things" Lu told Circe. Sarah patted both girls on the shoulder before she left, approaching a customer.

"Fuck" Circe mumbled.

"Okay, okay I'll try"

"I know you will" Lu reassured Circe.

"Bye"

Circe walked out of the store with an empty duffle bag and a full trash bag, a fact that made a couple of people stare at her strangely. Circe opened the trunk of her car, she threw both things there and then headed to the front seat. She sat down, exhaling with a long sigh. Don't get her wrong, she loved her job, she adored making clothes and getting money out of it but sometimes she just wanted to not care. What made her care? She needs money to pay her bills and she needs money to pay for alcohol and drugs.

The drive back home wasn't much different from the drive to work. The music playing on the radio fell on deaf ears, Circe wasn't really in the mood to pay attention to it until she recognized the starting notes to "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones. Then, she turned the volume up, her head moving to the beat and for a moment she forgot all of the shit she had to do.

Circe entered her apartment with a heavy sigh, the trash bag made her arm muscles tense. She threw it by the coffee table, deciding that she would eventually get to it. Then, she sat on her couch facing the mess she didn't care to clean up before heading to the shop.

I'll do it later, she dismissed before she laid down on her couch and fell asleep.

When Circe woke up, it was nighttime. She looked around herself with a fogged-up vision, her eyes roaming the room in search of the clock. Idiot, you won't be able to see shit with the lights turned off, she mentally hit herself over the head before standing up, heading towards the lightswitch by the door. Once she found it, the room was lit up and she finally read the clock: 2:10; how does she manage to sleep this much? A mystery, truth be told.

She huffed out, staring at the pile of clothes she was meant to fix and then her eyes diverted to her room, Tommy's invitation popping up in her head. She might have missed their set, but there was still some time to party.

Circe quickly went through her clothes, pulling out the bodysuit she made for herself and a black bandeau. She took off all her clothes, throwing them to the corner of the room; then, she put on the bandeau, adjusting it to fit her better. Over it, she slipped on the bodysuit and then the high-waisted shorts she'd been wearing earlier that day.

She looked at herself in the mirror she placed on the closet door, she adjusted the turtle neck of the bodysuit and centered the large peek-a-boo that left her chest exposed. Then her hands travelled to her hair, it was messy and uncombed, her usually wavy hair lacked definition; she groaned, realising she had no other option but to put it up in a bun.

Next, she applied eyeliner over her eyes, blending it carefully with her fingers. After that, she brushed her eyebrows and applied her characteristic maroon lipstick. Circe took a last look at herself on the bathroom mirror, a smile tugging at the ends of her mouth. 

Circe walked out of her apartment and as she locked the door a gust of wind sent chills down her spine, she stayed put for a while to enjoy it. Now, she headed to the boy's place not bothering on taking the car, they didn't live that far anyways.

The walk there was short but enjoyable, and once she was closing in on their apartment complex she could hear the music they were playing, as it got louder a heavy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Nerves?

Circe blurred out the rest of her walk, and before she noticed she was stepping through the open window, most people not sparing her a glance, until...

"CE!" screamed an over-excited Tommy, then he moved people out of his way to get to her. Once they were face to face, he hugged her tightly. A puppy, she tenderly thought to herself.

"Hey T" she said as soon as he put her down, attempting to match his enthusiasm.

"You know where you can find the booze and the drugs, Vince is probably fucking in the bathroom, Mick is sitting at the table and Nikki..." Tommy's rambling was cut short when he realised what was Nikki doing. Circe only rose an eyebrow.

"... Yeah?"

"I don't know, he was right there," he said pointing at a random place.

"You know you're a terrible liar, right?" Circe said with a small smile, it didn't take her long to find Nikki -his hair gave him away- being straddled by some blonde. Tommy stared at her expectingly, but she just shrugged.

"Meh, whatever" was Circe's reassurance to Tommy's none spoken worries.

Tommy, being the lovesick boy he was, expected more of a reaction from Circe's behalf, especially after finding Nikki in her apartment earlier that day. He stared at her as she shrugged heading towards the display of alcohol on the countertop. Tommy felt frustrated, despite his initial awkwardness, he kinda enjoyed the idea of two of his best friends together.

Circe looked around herself, pondering on what to drink to get rid of the idea of Nikki and the blonde bimbo. Screw it, she thought before uncapping the bottle of vodka and pouring the translucent liquid in a cup she found laying around.

"Well, well, well" said Vince as he approached the brunette, making her snort out a laugh.

"Hey, Vinnie" she greeted, squishing his face with her hand.

"Didn't see you drooling over me tonight" he teased after Circe let go of his face.

"Two things: 1) I don't drool over you and 2) I didn't see your set tonight" Circe pointed out with a smile.

"Ah, you love me anyway" he told her, pulling her into a hug.

"Whatever you say, Barbie"

Then, Circe pushed him away, mumbling something along the lines of you're sweaty and you smell like sex, making Vince laugh.

"I see Nikki hasn't approached you tonight"

"Just got here, Vince and he clearly has better things to do"

Vince hummed and bit down a laugh. "Way better"

"Hey!" she hit Vince's arm playfully, "that's mean!"

Vince shook his head but laughed.

"C'mon, let's sit down for a moment" as he said that he held her hand and dragged her to the band's dining table.

"Mick, you know Circe. Circe, you know Mick" was Vince's quick introduction. Both Circe and Mick nodded their head in acknowledgement, she could tell he was a man of few words.

Time passed quickly, and Circe never really engaged in a conversation, she spent most of her time listening to other people's conversations or laughing at the stupid things the boys did to impress the small crowd that had gathered in their apartment. And yes, Nikki never approached her.

Strangely enough, Circe had stayed put for far too long and she was aching to move, her leg bouncing up and down and her fingers drumming random beats on the table. Tired of sitting down and only standing up to refill her cup she headed outside for a quick breather.

"Hey, T!" She yelled over the music, Tommy turned around to look at her, his mouth open and twitched as if he was saying: what?

Circe took two of her fingers and moved them as if she was smoking, making Tommy understand what she was asking. He nodded and threw his cigarettes to her.

Now, she stepped through the window, already pulling out a cigarette for herself, lighting it with the cheap lighter Tommy kept inside the pack. She leaned on the wall by the door, the cigarette barely leaving her lips, dangling in its place as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke.

"Hey, do you have a lighter?" A blonde girl said, breaking her out of her daze.

"Yeah, here let me help you" Circe said, flicking the lighter and getting the flame as close as she could to the girl's cigarette.

"Thanks" the blonde stayed quiet, but not for long. "So, do you know the band? I saw you sitting with them!"

"Something like that"

"Oh, something like that? Are you fucking one of them or something?" the unnamed girl teased, playfully digging her elbow in Circe's ribs.

"Something like that" Circe mumbled, but it looked like her answer never reached the girl's ears.

"I mean, you're like, really hot! I wouldn't blame them, hey! Even I would fuck you, girl" The blond then placed her hand on Circe's shoulder, dragging it up and down as a coy smile reached her lipstick-stained lips.

At that comment Circe's eyebrows rose, a smirk disguised as an innocent smile slowly appeared on her face. Circe then took the girl's hand in her own, tightening her grasp in reassurance, almost as if she said thank you. But as Circe started to close the space between them someone broke the comfortable atmosphere they had settled in.

"Hey I was looking for you" 

Nikki.

"Yeah, just came out for a smoke" the blonde stated. Nikki offered her a hand and led them to the window, letting the girl walk in first and never directing a word to the brunette.

Circe smiled to herself, the smirk was subtle but very much present. She waved at Nikki as he went through the window, his gaze never leaving her as he took everything in. From her stance to her looks, and then, he saw that recognizable glimmer of mischief.

Fuck.

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Gross and stinky together

A/N: Hiya! I am desperately trying to write a series that has been haunting my mind for the last few weeks, but I just can't seem to get it right, so out of frustration, I decided to write this instead lol. Because I am a mess of a human being and I tend to procrastinate. I also realize that most of my fics so far take place on a bed and I am not even sorry about that. 

Summary: A heatwave has attacked New York, and you are struggling with dealing with it. I don't know how to write summaries. I suck.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and body parts, no actual smut. Just making out. Maybe a swear word or two. Too many commas and shitty grammar. Sorry. 

Word count: Around 2300. 

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

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(Gif is because he is all sweaty but so hot. Okay, honestly I just wanted to add it, no other reason lol. I don't own it, credit to the owner.)

43° the thermometer reads. You groan and skip around your apartment trying to find a cool spot. There is a heat wave going on in New York at the moment, and you are not happy about it. Being a person who is forever boiling the heat is just too much for you to handle. You enter your living room and fall down on the couch. But the room is like a sauna, so you quickly leave the couch again. The leather seat sticks to your skin as you lift your butt of it, making a loud tearing sound. Not sexy at all. You grimace and gently rub your exposed butt. You quickly decided not to wear any pants  Ending up in a pair of deep red lingerie panties and a loose black t-shirt.

You shuffle into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a drink. The cool air hitting your skin is so lovely you fall into a blissful trance. But it's interrupted by the loud beeping from the refrigerator complaining about being too hot. You grab a cold ice tea and close the fridge door. The refrigerator begins happily buzzing away cooling itself down again. “Selfish bastard” you mumble to the fridge, jealous of it being able to cool itself down and staying cool but not wanting to share it with you.

You shuffle into the office, but turn around instantly when you feel the even hotter air hitting your face. You groan out loud. “Why is this damn apartment so freaking hot?!” you complain out loud. Perhaps a cold shower will do the trick?

You march into the bathroom. Undressing, stepping in under the cold water. Moaning blissfully, your eye closing in content as the cooling water runs down your overheated body. You stand in there for a long time, before deciding it’s time to wash your hair. As lovely as this is, you have to get out at some point. You gently rub the shampoo into your scalp. You choose to use your cooling mint body wash as well. When you are all nice and clean, you step out of the shower, still feeling nice and relaxed. Thinking what a good idea this was.

Well, that is until you walk out of the bathroom and try to dry off. You dry off your body with the towel, but because it’s so hot, your skin just won't stay dry. Your own sweat mixing with the water from the shower. After a few minutes of frantically trying to dry off. You groan loud, a guttural groan and throw your arms up in frustration. The towel falls to the floor. And you fall down on the bed, face down and just lay there. Entirely and utterly naked, head first in the pillow. After a few moments, your lungs scream for air and turn your head to the side. You lay there, having given up altogether. Still, your skin keeps being moist.

20 minutes pass and your body are finally dry. But you know that if you dare to move, you will sweat again. So you just lay there.

You must have fallen asleep because you open your eyes the light outside isn't as bright as it was earlier, but still as hot. You got woken up by the door opening and closing. A voice calls out. It’s Sebastian, your boyfriend coming home from a day full of interviews.

‘’Y/N? You here?’’ You raise your head a little to yell out ‘’In the bedroom’’. You hear shuffling around and footsteps coming closer. You hear Sebastian’s voice outside the door says as he appears in the door. ‘’What are you doing in the bedr-?’’ He stops talking mid-sentence when he spots you on the bed.  Completely naked. His eyes are wide with surprise as he stares at you. Taking in the sight of your exposed body.

‘’Y/n, why are you naked? I mean, not that I am complaining. I love when you are naked, but I'm just wondering. Why?.’’ He chuckles as he stares at you, amusement and confusion on his beautiful face.

You turn around to face him, now resting on your back, as you lift up on your arms, you glare at him, brows squished together, a slight crease between them. ‘’It’s too hot! I can’t be anywhere without melting. I can't wear anything without it sticking to my skin. It’s boiling everywhere… The only place I can even stand being is in here. On our bed. Not moving and naked.’’ You complain as you make an exasperated sound as you fall back on the bed, spreading out your arms in a dramatic way to demonstrate your point. ‘’I'm dying Seb’’ you finish off theatrically, voice low and weak.

He laughs out loud at your exaggerated actions, his laughter booming in the room.   ‘’You are such a drama queen.’ He chuckles, as he looks at you and you glare at him. ‘’I am not a drama queen. It’s just too hot’’ you complain. He chuckles again, the sound makes a pack of butterflies flutter around your stomach. He walks over to the closet and starts to undress.

Your eyes follow his movements, studying his actions and body. He is wearing that green leather jacket you love on him. You do however wonder how he hasn't melted away in that thing. A black fitted t-shirt underneath, white pants and white socks. Seriously, how is he just fine with wearing that much clothing in this heat?

‘’How are you just fine wearing that?’’ You ask him, putting extra pressure on the word that, he turns his head to look at you. ‘’What do you mean? Do you not like my outfit?’’ He asks you, a little frown on his gorgeous face of his.

‘’I love your outfit. You look hot’’ You reassure him, and he grins at that. ‘’I’m just saying, it's boiling hot. I can't even wear clothes, how can you wear long pants AND a leather jacket? I mean, are you even human?’’ He laughs out loud again, and pulls off his shirt, grabbing the back off and pulling it off. The way only guys can do. God, it looks hot when he does that. You feel the butterflies again.

‘’You really are very dramatic..’’ He winks at you with a smirk on his face, and you inhale sharply. He heard that and only grins wider. His eyes squinting, nose wrinkling a little, teeth showing. He has the most amazing smile. You feel the heat rise on your face, damn it, please don't sweat face.

‘’The rooms I am interviewed in usually have air conditioning. And it’s always turned up too much. I didn't want to freeze, so I kept it on.’’ He explains as he pulls off his pants, his socks already gone.

You turn your head, looking up at the ceiling as you sigh. ‘’I wish we had air conditioning’’ You sigh, looking up at the ceiling dreamingly.

He crawls down on the bed next to you. You turn your head to look at him, your breathing stops when you notice his state. He is completely naked too. Your eyes grow wide as you stare at his exposed body. You must look like a deer caught in headlights as you stare at him. He is gorgeous. His chest broad and defined beautifully. Short dark hairs covering his chest, not having had to shave them off for a role in a while. Which made you happy, you happened to love his chest hair. His abs look to be cut in marble, hard as a rock, but his skin is always so soft. His arms are long and muscular. The veins raised slightly. His legs and thighs are long and thick, the muscles outlined perfectly. You can’t even describe his... manhood. You just can't stop staring at it as your mouth starts to water a little.

‘’Sweetheart, you are staring at me..’’ He whines, feeling a bit nervous at the intense look in your eyes as you take him in. Your eyes leave his manhood and lock with his steel blue ones, his cheeks flushed, as are yours. You have only lived together for two months but dated for about 2 years. Still, you can't get over how beautiful he truly is. You are always taken aback whenever you see him naked. His body has changed a lot over the years, mainly because of the various roles he has had, and you’ve enjoyed every single one of the changes. Whether it was when he bulked up for Civil War or slimmed down for Jeff in I, Tonya. You even liked the mustache he had rocked, you thought he looked hella cute with it. You were convinced that no matter how he changed his appearance you would still find him just as gorgeous.

‘’Sorry’’ You mutter, and he smiles at you, his cheeks still pink. You lean into him, your body moving to rest half on top of his chest. The lower half of your body nestled between his legs. Your breasts are on his chest. Your right-hand reaches to stroke his scruffy cheek, a light stubble covering his soft skin. You move your hand so that your palm rests on his cheek.  Your thumb just next to those glowing, icy blue eyes, that has a soft look in them. Your left hand resting on his pec. He moves his head closer to yours so that your faces are mere inches apart. You can feel his warm breath on your lips. His hand resting on your back, gently caressing your flushed skin. His other arm underneath his head.

‘’Hi pretty bird’’ He says, his voice soft. You smile at him as you just lay there looking into each other's eyes.

‘’Hi Bass. I’ve missed you’’ You whisper as his eyes look down at your lips. He makes a humming noise and leans in, finally closing the distance between your faces. Both of your eyes shut. His lips are warm as he presses them ever so softly against yours. His kiss is tender and so gentle.

The butterflies in your stomach are now having a full on rave down there. You kiss him back, a little bit more eagerly than his soft kiss. You can feel him smile at your eagerness. He learns his head back a little, his lips leaving you. You whine, and you shift your body, getting closer to him. You press your lips to his again, annoyed that he dared to remove them in the first place. He kisses you back, and this time his lips aren't as gentle. He hums against your lips, you can feel the vibrations on your lips. It sends a shiver down your body, he stops kissing you and moves his head back so that he can look at you.

‘’Are you cold?’’ He asks confused. Instead of replying you just kiss him hard. Not wanting to stop kissing him again.

He pulls you into his chest, realizing what you want. Your body now resting on top of his completely. You can feel every bit of him underneath you. His hands are on your hips, gripping your skin hard. You moan, when you feel his shaft twitch against your mound. He mimics your moan, as his hand grips your hips harder. Your tongues now playing with each other. You feel your body heating up again and internally curse the warm air again. You pull your lips away from him, and this time he whines and tries to kiss you again, but you just giggle and move your head further back. ''What's wrong?'' He asks, his eyes staring into yours but they keep shifting down to your lips.

'' It's too hot, I will start sweating again.''

''Who cares? Kiss me again'' He tries to lean in again, but you move away from him completely this time. Removing your body from his, he whines again and tries to grab you, but you have already jumped off the bed. He stares at you, eyes dark and his shaft leaning against his stomach.

''Come back to bed y/n, please. You have made me all worked up, and then you just leave me, 'S not fair sweetheart'' He tells you, and you smile at him.

''I can see that, but it's too hot to make out'' He huffs and jumps off the bed.

He walks over to you and grabs hold of you, you giggle and try to escape his grip, but you are powerless. He turns your body so that you are facing him, your bodies touching again.

''What's wrong?'' he cups your face, and you place your hands on his chest. You smile gently at him, and he cocks his head waiting for you to reply. ''I don't want to sweat on you... I would get all stinky and sweaty and gross. not very sexy.'' He scoffs and strokes your cheeks.

''Don't you be embarrassed about sweating. Let's go back to bed and continue what we were doing and not care about the sweat. We can be stinky and sweaty together. I don't care, all I care about is your body on mine. We can take a shower afterward, let's just go back to bed.''

You giggle at his words and kiss his mouth. He kisses you back instantly and holds onto your back. He takes steps forward, making you walk backward, and you feel the bed on the inside of your knees. He pushes you so that you fall on the bed and you gasp in surprise. He is on top of you instantly.  His mouth kisses you everywhere he can reach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed skin and you love it. He moves upwards, and his face stops just in front of yours. His blue eyes are almost black as he stares into yours.

''Lets gets all gross and stinky baby'' He says as he attacks your mouth and you just let him do whatever he wants with you. Until you, two indeed are a gross, stinky and sweaty bundle of limbs.

fin x 

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A Hot Summer Day

Authors Note: So its been awhile since i put some writing on here, life has been weird for me and I've been uninspired. so this story is probably trash, but it was a fun practice round, so i hope you guys enjoy it. hope to be posting more stories now. Also if you catch a typo or bad grammar, feel free to say something. ill fix it.

The sun was bearing down hard that day, making even the pool hard to be out in. I was no stranger to heat waves, i lived in San Antonio for a large portion of my 20 years, but something about today felt like a miniature hell. But there was one benefit of all this, my girlfriends reaction. She was a gorgeous redhead from Vegas, with gorgeous brown eyes and soft, tan skin. Depending on the heat, she tended to take her clothes off to help, but today, as we hung out near my pool, she was totally naked.

She has some small but perky tits, a big bubble butt that i just wanted to squeeze like clay, and her pussy was deliciously puffy. I layed back in the pool, trying to relax but i couldn't keep my eyes off her which wasn’t helping me. A lustful heat was rolling over me, making me feel even hotter and really thirsty. She tipped her sunglasses down to look at me gave her usual crooked grin. “How hard ya? Like a steel beam, or like a really thick branch?” I couldn't help but twitch as she mentioned it, a reminder of my need.

“Why don't you come over here and find out?” She scoffed and sat back on her chair under a umbrella. “Hell no, your country ass might be able to take it, but as soon as the air starts working im going back inside.” I sighed. I had always been a country kid, i even had the general look. Big, lots of muscle from hard work, strong rough hands, the tan, the whole works. Add my hay colored hair and my dark eyes, not even i could argue it. But i still hated this heat, being from the country didn't fix that.

“Oh come on. Saying i like the heat because im from the country is like saying you like stripping because you lived right next to a strip club.” She laughed at that. “Hell no! You had to deal with heat even if you do hate it, even when i was 12 i ogled those sluts and loved it.” I sighed. “Come on babe, if your gonna be all naked and teasing at least help me out.” I couldn't help but plead. She looked at me curiously, a sorta sly look on her face. “Maybe… i might. Come closer to me, now.” I obeyed and got closer to the edge, closer to her and her amazing body.

She put her foot in my face. “Do you like the color?” Her nails were a soft red, and i nodded. I ran my lips along the top of her foot, and began to kiss and lick her soft feet. “Good boy. Knowing what i want, when i want it.” I began sucking on one of her toes wich made her moan a little. Normally i wasn't into this kinda thing, it did more for her then me, but i just felt so needy that even this was arousing me even more. “Damn, has your brain melted from the heat or is my good boy just that desperate to get off?” I answered with a lick and a harder suck, she simply giggled.

“This please you Rebecca?” She nodded. She hated it when people shortened her name, she claimed her full name was one for a queen. “Mmmm god your tongue is talented. Your ma teach you how to please women?” I glared at her, the obvious ‘Redneck = incest’ not too appreciated. “Your mother teach you how to be a slut?” she growled at my cheeky grin.

“Please, im a sex goddess and you know it.” I rolled my eyes but kept licking and sucking on her soft toes. “.... Hey Dillian?” I looked up at her, seeing how red her cheeks were getting. “Yes?” a cat like smile came over her lips, though her blush made it look a little sheepish. “I know we've talked about this, but does it all bother you that i'm… you know…?” i answered by moving up and giving her a hickey on her thigh, wich makes her moan and her pussy glisten.

“That your such a pervert, a bonafide slut?” She laughed. “I know you don't mind that, since you love taking advantage of it so muCH!” i gave her another hickey, this time on the other thigh, wich made her back arch and her pussy drool. “That you love it when i bite you? I definitely don't mind that.” I bit down a little harder, getting closer to her heated crotch. “Come on Re-becc-a. Say it.” She loves it when i put the extra emphasis on her name.

“Fuck, Dillian, your distracting me sto- OH G-GOD!” I was ever so lightly nibbling on her clit now, rubbing her thick thighs the entire time. She was drooling from both her gorgeous pussy and her pretty mouth. I began to lap and suck and more nibbles, making her writhe in pleasure. “D-d-dillia-n, oh f-fck your drving me razy! MWORE!”

I chuckled “Not till you say it. What should bother me babe?” I know i'm torturing Rebecca but i can't help it, her moans and twitches were so gorgeous and fun to watch. “Y-you fucking DICK! Y-you yo-you fucking slut!” I began to lick too, giving her a full body trembles. “F-uck...i… need to KNoW if… you like how… if you hate how… i tease other… guys…THERE I FUCKING SAID IT!” She was trying not to completely break, it was rather cute. But she was serious, so id better answer her.

I get up on the chair and lift her up and put her down near my lap, near my cock. “Just relax babe. Ill answer your question, but let me give your reward.” she growled. “When did you get all dominant?” Instead of answering her, i plunged her down on my extremely hard and erect cock. Her face bulged out a little in a very sexy way, as if her mind had just exploded and she couldn't perceive how horny it made her.

And one of the most adorable things she does when i'm dominant, wich admitally is not often, when she just kinda utters softly in disbelief. “Feels… so… brain no… of… fuuuck!” i couldn't help but chuckle as i forced her up and down my cock like a toy, a super hot, tight, trembling, drooling toy that was responding my every action.

“Feel good princess?” She clenched hard at me calling her ‘princess’ and she moaned out loud. “FUCK ME MOOOOOOOORE! PLEASSSS!” i think it just hit it her how hard i was fucking her. I began to slam her down harder and harder, and i felt myself throb in her. It feels incredible to do this to her, to just pleasure her like this, to drive her beyond crazy.

“You want more huh?” My fingers began to twist her nipples the way she liked and i suckled collar bone, all causing her to break into a ear destroying screech and her eyes to roll back. She quickly came over me, right as i exploded myself, not being able to handle how wonderful her clenching pussy felt.

I pulled her into my body, us both panting and sweating, no longer caring about the heat. I let my hands slowly go over her body, feeling each tremble along her skin. “Damn princess, i made you lose your mind for a second there.” She gasped, feeling my finger trace her pussy slowly. “Fuck… god i love it when your riled up. You fuck me so good.” She responded, smiling happily.

“Hey babe?” She looked up at me, snuggling against my chest. “Don't worry about the whole teasing thing. I know your mine, and mine alone. I trust you.” She blushed but smiled. “Only yours… speaking of, fuck me again?” I give her a cheeky smile.

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😞Sullen😞

"I'm going out to check on the club, wanna come doll." J asked while standing by are bedroom doorway.

I shook my head "no, I don't feel good." J frowned and he started walking towards the bed where I was laying down "are you sick? do you need me to stay?" I chuckled absentmindedly "no no no, go check on it, didn't ya say frosty found this gang by ya turf?" J pause for a second "yeah but-" I interrupted his sentence "so go on...I will be fine." J stared at my face for a moment before leaving the room "see ya later princess~"

I wanted J to stay but who was I to stop him from work? I didn't wanna bother him with my insecurities and problems, J needs a strong women....not a weak girl, I hated being depressed because it makes me feel so weak and vulnerable and what makes it worse is when these sullen feeling come out of nowhere...I just wanted this feeling to go away so I reluctantly got out the bed and made my way towards J's office...and searched inside his desk drawer because sometimes when he gets stressed he hides stashes of Whiskey and other things in his desk draw ...he thinks I don't know but nothing gets pass me, I grabbed the bottle and walked back in the room and went towards the balcony.

I hung my arms lazily over the balcony's gate, looking at the illuminated city, the ant sized people rushing towards there destination, I squint my eyes and take my fingers and pretend to squish them, I turned my eyes to the speeding colorful cars gliding through the lanes.

I slumped on the floor and opened this lung killing drink...taking a big swig I feel the burn hit the back of my throat...and I don't stop there...no that wasn't enough I keep drinking until the bottle was empty.

I knew I shouldn't have drunk this because me and J made a promise to stop drinking cause we knew it only worsen the voices and impaired are judgement causing far more reckless behavior for us but that didn't stop my self destructive mind.

You stupid worthless bitch!

Mista J doesn't want or need a weak bitch!

You are sooo useless~

Nobody wants a broken toy~

You should kill yourself~

Do everyone a BIG favor and DIE!

J isn't interested in you anymore, why are u so stupid?!

I banged my head on the gate multiple times, trying to get the voices to leave me alone "SHUT UP! J he loves me, he call me his queen, he wouldn't throw me away!"

This is the real world, not fairy tale land.

He already tried to kill you twice, did you forget?

He doesn't want you...your holding him back...tying him down...why don't you just set him free.

I whimpered feeling tears fall down my face "n-no...your...lying" I pulled my knees up to my chest, rocking my body as if I'm cradling myself, trying to attempt to protect myself from these voices.

Look at you...look at how fat you've got...you let yourself go...you got too comfortable.

I bet Harley still hotter then you...even the henchmen agreed.

That's why J got rid of your child...he didn't want a baby with you.

your sooo ugly...

You depressed bitch, jump and go splat~

I glance down the thirty floor drop and stagger towards the gate, jumping and sitting on the edge of the metal I swayed and carelessly drop the bottle.

I frowned while thinking of my baby and what we could've been together...one happy crazy little family "I-I'm sorry I couldn't protect ya...but your father didn't mean to hurt ya...I hope ya know that...my lil gumdrop...please forgive me" my vision started to blur with all the tears gathering in my eyes and I started sobbing "I love you J, even if you hate me." I took one last shaky breath and let gravity pull me forward, till two strong arms yanking all the breath out of me.

Joker POV

"Frost bring the chef over, today was a good day." I was grinning "yes boss." business went well as usual, I got rid of that shitty gang who thought they could sell cheap drugs at my spot...stupid bastards...but it sure was funny when they tried to sellout there 'friends' just to bargain for there measly lives...I did get some good info though and I found out those where Harvey's boys...that sneaky  lil bastard tried to infiltrate me ...I have to deal with him later but for now me and (Y/n) will celebrate such a successful evening

I closed my Lambo and parking it, and took the elevator towards the penthouse, I strutted inside the bedroom and saw (Y/n) was no longer in the bed, I growled and started breathing heavily, I knew she wasn't in the other rooms cause I already passed by those rooms and she wasn't in there so I glanced frantically in the dark "Princess where are you?!" then I heard frantic sobs, so I tried my head towards the noise and saw she was dangling on the balcony "(Y/N)!" I rushed for her, feeling my heart beat outta my chest and my adrenaline at an all time high, I ran towards the edge, grabbing her roughly by the waist, pulling her away from sudden death.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING (Y/N)?!" I felt so weird and mad.

(Y/n) looked up at me, blinking away the tears "are you real?" then she started mumbling some shit I couldn't understand, at this point she wasn't even looking at me so I bent down and roughly shook her shoulder and I smelt it...liquor...matter of fact to be more precise Whiskey "damn it (Y/n)! were you drinking?!" she still wasn't responding, so I pick her up bridal style and brought her to the kitchen, sitting her on the counter as she swayed drunkenly while mumbling some more. I hated seeing her so broken cause it made me feel the same way ...she was fine in the morning...what happened? why didn't she tell me? I would've tried to help even though I'm not good with this kinda stuff...but I would do anything for (Y/n).

I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, I dragged my feet while walking towards   her "drink this." she grabbed it and drunk some and look at ir with disgust "I don't want water! I want more booze!" I growled getting frustrated with her defiance I yanked the bottle out of her hand and forced it in her mouth, she tried not to swallow so I close her nose, forcing her to quickly drink half the bottle...I was satisfied so I took  the water bottle out of her mouth and she started choking...maybe I went overboard? nah...it worked and I picked her up again placing her back in bed.

~

After at least 45 minutes, she was coherent enough to asked me what happened "I don't know doll, I was going to ask you the same thing, would you mind explaining to me why you was jumping off the fucking balcony?!" I felt my anger rising with each passing word.

(Y/N) POV  

I was trembling...but not from fear, what I was feeling was guilt, sadness, and a slight bit of regret "I'm sorry J, I don't know what happened...the day was going so good till my mood went sour so I went and took a swig...I didn't care what happened..because I'm worthless stupid ugly bitch! I don't deserve to be loved." tears fell from my eyes as I saw J face twist with hurt, confusion and anger "no no no no, Princess you are none of those things you are special..one of a kind...my queen...you are beautiful and worthy of nothing but the best, why would you think that?" I shook my head "the voices." J growled "next time call me...don't ever do something so stupid or I will kill you instead, understood?!" I shook my head and rushed toward Mista J arms "I'm so sorry daddy, I won't do that again!" J patted my head roughly but it was comforting "now let me show you just how beautiful you are~" J purred in my ear, while ripping the flimsy nightgown off my body and he started peppering kissing on my neck "pretty pretty pretty~" then from my neck he stared kissing my chest "you are soo soft doll." I blushed by his words and he started lowering his mouth towards my core "let daddy hear those angelic moans~" he held my thighs while he plunged his tongue inside me, causing me to gasped in pleasure and he kept repeating this twist jerk motion, making my toes curl and my moans became louder and rapid , then he took his tongue out causing me to whimper from the lack of touch "so wet for daddy~" I grinded my hips on the bed "p-please daddy." normally Mista J is passionate and rough in bed but today seems different...it makes me feel special  "soo impatient princess." J sucked on my collarbone leaving me a moaning mess, I kept grinding my hips toward his till he slammed his full length inside me by surprise, I was about to scream out in pain and pleasure but J planted his lips on my, as his mouth explored my wet carvan, I was melting by is touch and his tempo was driving my wild, "ya feel good babygirl." his thrust are forceful but slow, I knew I was coming undone "d-daddy I'm cumming!" Mista J grabbed my head forcefully "look at daddy, while you cum~" and so after that I let go and my juices dripped on Mista J's shaft as he fucked my tight sensitive core and came inside me, he rolled along side me, pulling me to his chest "I love ya doll...your special to me...and if you go...then the jokes on me..so don't do that again...not unless you wanna kill me too." I nodded my head feeling to emotional, I hug Mista J tighter needing his warmth "I love you too Mista J, and I promise I won't do that again...but promise me ya won't hide a stash of booze." Mista J laughed for the first in hours "caught! I promise I would hide that...and besides who needs booze when you intoxicate me already~" I giggled while playfully hitting J "ya got that right!"

THE END

Short Bonus ending...

Frost POV

I stole a chef, like the Boss asked off me and when we came in the penthouse...let's just say I saw something that will never leave my mind...and I don't mean that in a good way...

Author's note

Hey I wasn't going to  really write today...but my day started off pretty good then it turn   depressing so instead of living in my head I decided writing will keep   my mind off things, sorry if there are grammar mistakes and a badly   written smut, I'm still practicing.*sigh* I hope my mood   improves...cause this shit sucks balls

At this point I finished the one shot and I'm still in a crappy mood and I hate it :(

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