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☤- One of our muse’s is hurt

"Oh God, Harley, did you fall off your motorcycle again or something?"


There wasn’t a second of hesitation in returning her affections, even going so far as to let out a small moan as he was straddled, all thoughts as to why he shouldn’t do it gone from his head now. Any part of him that would’ve protested this was fully doped by the alcohol and the only parts that were still alert were telling him to go for it. So he did, returbing her kisses just as fervently and wrapping his arms around her tighter, pulling her in closer. 

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The feeling of his lips upon hers had her forgetting about the angel dust, and nearly forgetting that she was injured. Her shoulder blades moved like a cat as her hands moved up his chest, stopping above his heart to feel the gentle beat.
After the kisses did nothing but egg her on, excite her further, one of her hands moved like a garden snake between them, and down to his pants. She felt him through the cloth, and she rubbed.
Not particularly liking the feeling of the fabric, her hand moved up, beneath the hem of his trousers, and then down and around his cock, giving it a stroke. As her hands wandered, her lips were still dedicated to his, her eyelashes fluttering as she went between her closing her eyes shut, and opening them in surprise.



It was during a show when her past came back to bite her. Of course, this really shouldn't have surprised her too much. An old injury that never truly had the chance to fully heal was aggravated when she was doing stunts on stage, during a guitar solo. With a cry of pain, she collapsed, shaking, to the cold surface of the stage.

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I was finishing the guitar solo when I saw Harley drop into a pile against the ground and my heart drop, my hands shook and I let out a gasp. Nothing else matter at this point in time apart from her and I knelt beside her, stroking her hair out of her face, checking to see if she was breathing. It was all so fast, unexpected and I was panicking. I carried her offstage and canceled the rest of the show, taking her to my dressing room and laying her out on my sofa, I sat by her side, holding her hand and waiting for her to wake. Not a single word had left my lips since it had happened but my band had dealt with the show.

I was still trying to catch my breath, the experience leaving me speechless minutes afterwards. Our bodies where almost one, tangled in one another, wrapped around each other in anyway we could, the intimacy was still strong as we made out afterwards. I could still feel my heart thumping against my chest, her lips too intoxicating to move much. We were in almost complete darkness now, the only thing that could be heard was our panting and the cars that drove by the hotel. “I love you more” I giggled, blushing slightly as her description made it even more touching.

"Not possible," she replied with a smirk. Gently pulling herself off of him, she settled down beside him. She lit herself up a cigarette, offering one to Duke. In this hotel, they had a no smoking policy. But… he was him, and they weren’t going to stop him. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She could still feel the emotion welling in her chest, though it had calmed slightly.
"Jesus, I really do love you."

"Yes possible" I chuckled, laying still so she could climb off of me before propping myself up against the headboard. I watched her light a cigarette and a naughty grin appeared on my face as I took one, lighting it up and taking a long drag. She knew me too well, I didn’t give two fucks about no smoking policies. If I needed to smoke, I would. I kissed her cheek back, my heart still pounding against my chest as the emotions will still strong. David wasn’t that hard to impress, all he needed was the affection and feelings. And once you gave him that, he would be at your feet giving you everything. I looked round at her, "God, I love you so much" I hummed happily, love shining from eyes as I looked into her.

"I love you to," Harley said with a smile, a light chuckle dusting her lips like autumn peaches. She puffed on her cigarette, switching between smoke rings and french smoking.
A relaxed air gently fell over her. Not tired anymore, but calm. In a moment, she was  on her needs over him against. She gently led up his lips to hers by his chin.
"Let’s do it again."

I puffed away on my cigarette chuckling back at her. I was very calm and relaxed just laying still and breathing slowly. It was quite dark and all you could really see was the ends of our cigarettes as we smoked. I felt her closer and smiled as her hand sat under my chin, the sudden feeling of her lips surprising yet comfortable I returned the kiss slowly and delicately. I didn’t even reply to her, just putting my cigarette out and slowly climbing onto her, giving her another delicate kiss as my hands ran down her body.

"Don’t hold back," she breathed, taking one last drag of her cigarette before putting it out. She could see his eyes glitter in the little moonlight, though most of it was darkness. The skin pressing against her had her instantly more aroused, her hands traveling up his arms. She pressed her hips against his. "I want to feel every bit of you." She hummed, letting the darkness warm her along with his body. The weight of him  hard was making her blood pump.

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"Bottoms up," she replied with a smile, before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Not a good day, I presume."

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"Oh, God, you have no idea." She muttered when she finally removed the bottle from her lips. "I know perfect days are rare, but I don’t think bad days should be this common."


"I wish I didn’t relate to that as much as I do."

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"Fair enough," she said with a shrug, before pulling out a half empty bottle of whiskey.

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"Thank you." Janie took the bottle, and nearly drank the rest of it. She would ask why the hell she was still drinking, but she figured having ‘the talk’ wasn’t going to change anything.

"Bottoms up," she replied with a smile, before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Not a good day, I presume."

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"You’re so cute when your all tied up and needy….."

“I really wanna fuck that cute little ass of yours right now~…”

“I really wanna fuck that cute little pussy of yours right now~…”

“Open your mouth and get ready to swallow.”

“That was such a cute gasp~”

“Come…

Is it bad my muses both want someone to send these and don’t at the same time?

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It was during a show when her past came back to bite her. Of course, this really shouldn't have surprised her too much. An old injury that never truly had the chance to fully heal was aggravated when she was doing stunts on stage, during a guitar solo. With a cry of pain, she collapsed, shaking, to the cold surface of the stage.

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I was finishing the guitar solo when I saw Harley drop into a pile against the ground and my heart drop, my hands shook and I let out a gasp. Nothing else matter at this point in time apart from her and I knelt beside her, stroking her hair out of her face, checking to see if she was breathing. It was all so fast, unexpected and I was panicking. I carried her offstage and canceled the rest of the show, taking her to my dressing room and laying her out on my sofa, I sat by her side, holding her hand and waiting for her to wake. Not a single word had left my lips since it had happened but my band had dealt with the show.

I was still trying to catch my breath, the experience leaving me speechless minutes afterwards. Our bodies where almost one, tangled in one another, wrapped around each other in anyway we could, the intimacy was still strong as we made out afterwards. I could still feel my heart thumping against my chest, her lips too intoxicating to move much. We were in almost complete darkness now, the only thing that could be heard was our panting and the cars that drove by the hotel. “I love you more” I giggled, blushing slightly as her description made it even more touching.

"Not possible," she replied with a smirk. Gently pulling herself off of him, she settled down beside him. She lit herself up a cigarette, offering one to Duke. In this hotel, they had a no smoking policy. But… he was him, and they weren’t going to stop him. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. She could still feel the emotion welling in her chest, though it had calmed slightly.
"Jesus, I really do love you."

"Yes possible" I chuckled, laying still so she could climb off of me before propping myself up against the headboard. I watched her light a cigarette and a naughty grin appeared on my face as I took one, lighting it up and taking a long drag. She knew me too well, I didn’t give two fucks about no smoking policies. If I needed to smoke, I would. I kissed her cheek back, my heart still pounding against my chest as the emotions will still strong. David wasn’t that hard to impress, all he needed was the affection and feelings. And once you gave him that, he would be at your feet giving you everything. I looked round at her, "God, I love you so much" I hummed happily, love shining from eyes as I looked into her.

"I love you to," Harley said with a smile, a light chuckle dusting her lips like autumn peaches. She puffed on her cigarette, switching between smoke rings and french smoking.
A relaxed air gently fell over her. Not tired anymore, but calm. In a moment, she was  on her needs over him against. She gently led up his lips to hers by his chin.
"Let’s do it again."

» Open

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"Certainly not me," she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been doing the horrible act of drinking while pregnant.

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"Harley…" Janie was entirely unamused or convinced by the child-ish answer. "I’m not in the mood for games."

"Fair enough," she said with a shrug, before pulling out a half empty bottle of whiskey.

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"Alright. Who took my whiskey?" The Irish criminal was in dire need of a drink.

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"Certainly not me," she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been doing the horrible act of drinking while pregnant.