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tempestuous-lush · 19 days
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Hey guys. An update.
I know I owe some things. But it was disheartening in a weird way when I came back to tumblr and got messages demanding or pressuring me for things.
I think I am good now.
I hope to post my precious rework tomorrow.
Thank you for your patience.
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tempestuous-lush · 2 months
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Precious Update
After @vanduckartstudios mentioned being interested in a playlist, I figured I ought to make one. I love making them. It’s just meant to encapsulate different stages of their relationship and parts of the story we will be seeing.
Don’t know if you would be interested @hawkinsoutbreak.
A teaser to go with the playlist that I used Spotify for:
Without giving you a warning, Joel’s arm wrapped around you and lifted you with ease before bringing you to your kitchen table. Once he set you down, eager to find out what he meant, you instantly laid back on your elbows. Subconsciously you licked your lips and Joel gave you a soft smile. You laughed as Joel dragged a chair to the table so he could sit right in front of you. His smile broadened at the sound. His warm hands wrapped around your outer thighs and pulled your legs apart. 
Unable to stifle your laugh, you spoke up, “Dinner is served, sir.”
“That’s really good, beautiful, because I am famished.”
I am trying to convey more of their emotions, and make their relationship feel more real. It was the thing I hated the most about my original writing. I sped through it very fast, desperate to get the idea down. So there is a cute moment in the middle of some very smutty smut that I am proud of.
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tempestuous-lush · 2 months
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I really hate that my last main chapter for this story was in fucking August. Holy shit. I am hoping to have the next chapter out for you all by Sunday of next week. But for now, enjoy my shameless reblog.
And then, one step closer to Ireland.
Where ALL of the shit goes down. And we really take this off the rails.
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Crimson & Clover || SOA
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chapter four - white balloons
warnings: stripping, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, squirting, mentions of rape, descriptions of violence, and I think that's it? Jax being protective and sweet.
summary: Things heat up at a Cara Cara party between you and Jax, igniting a whole other host of issues that culminate in something you don't expect from Dave. Again, Tara unknowingly pushes you and Jax even closer together.
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Trouble’s POV
You looked at Naomi, a glint of humor in your eyes, “Bullshit, cousin.”
“Look”- she put out her cigarette with her heel before throwing it into the yard - “you can call bullshit all you want but I’m absolutely fucking telling you, it fucking works. Not all of us are blessed with such clear and flawless skin.” She lovingly tacked on, “ You bitch.”
Both of you started laughing as you sat on your Aunt’s porch. 
Naomi had come by the bar to get you, your Aunt’s treatments taking a second pair of hands. After that you decided to stay for a bit. Naomi was a lot of things but she was still family that you had grown up with during the summers. If anyone knew the shit you went through, it was her. Once your aunt fell asleep the two of you headed outside to smoke a cigarette and shoot the shit. And now? Now she was giving you some bullshit skincare routine that she swore by. It was nice spending time with her, when wasn’t being absolutely disgusting about telling you all about the ins and outs of her sex life. 
Her eyes fell on you when it got quiet. A small smile fell on her lips, “So what’s going on with you and Jax Teller, cousin? Word around town, he’s got a thing for you judging by what happened at Cara Cara.”
“How the fuck do you know about what happened at Cara Cara?”
“Please, someone beats down Tara, someone so untouchable, and walks away? Hanging out at Teller and Morrow is gonna give a bit of insight, honey.”
You closed your eyes and groaned internally until Naomi’s voice snapped your attention back to her, “So, wasn’t it true, what I told you? Isn’t he fucking hu”-
-”Nope! We are not doing that!”
Naomi let out a cackle of a laugh before throwing out there, “Fuck you cousin. Been trying to nail that down for years and you roll into town all fresh faced and badass on your bike and he throws caution to the goddamn wind. The boys always did like you better. So, c’mon then. Out with it. I want it from the source, not from fucking Tig after he gets laid by yours truly.”
“Jesus Christ Naomi. You love a cut a little too much.”
You lit another cigarette as she exclaimed, “Apparently you do too, so fucking spill.”
So, you did. 
You told her how Shiv and Lyla lured you out there on false pretenses, fed you shots until you were proper drunk, and pushed you in the direction of Jax Teller. 
You had run into him, literally. He caught you with his arms finding a home wrapped around your waist before smiling, “Well, if it isn’t trouble. What brings you here, anyway?”
“Shiv and Lyla like to make emergencies”- you turned to look at them, drunkenly raising your voice - “that don’t actually EXIST! Then, when I got here, and prepared to chew them out for wasting my time, they proceeded to fill me with alcohol and then pushed me over here because I refused to talk to you. And now here I am, talking to you. Isn’t that fun?”
Jax rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it to try and smother a bit of laughter at your explanation. His eyes never left you the entire time though. You were too fucking beautiful. Your cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol and the heat, eyes alight with mischief. Not to mention the way you walked in had nearly given him a heart attack. You were wearing your leather riding boots, jean shorts so short your plentiful ass was nearly spilling out the bottom, with a white tank top underneath your leather jacket. He wanted to push those shorts to the side and fuck you on sight. Then, you looked right at him with those fucking eyes and had the nerve to walk in the opposite direction. After he subdued his laughter, Jax looked at you, “Suppose it could be.”
Your eyes were unwavering as you slipped one hand under the hem of his shirt, the other grabbing a fistful of his short blonde hair, “Look at that…I would still have something to grab onto.”
Jax didn’t care at this moment who saw, he took your words as an invitation and leaned down. Your nails bit into the skin of his stomach as he kissed you. Your lips parted with a moan and he hungrily ran his tongue along your bottom lip before moving further to taste you. Your tongue joined his to get a rise out of him. Then, suddenly, a room full of wolf whistles and yelps interrupted both of you. Shiv and Lyla stood off to the side of the room, looking like cats that caught the fucking canary. And you? Suddenly you were feeling shy, heat creeping along your neck as you buried your face in his chest. And Jax? Ever the gentleman he lifted you up and carried you into one of the set rooms for some privacy. 
As he set you down, a wave of confidence washed over you. 
He leaned down to kiss you again and you placed a finger over his lips to stop him. Confusion washed over his face until you gave a playful push against him and nodded to the chair, “Why don’t you sit down, Jax?”
That beautiful smile appeared on his face, “I like the way you sound saying my name like that, trouble.”
You watched as he sat down and looked at you with a hint of confusion, before your hips started swaying to the heavy beat that came from the party, “You know how I met Lyla right?”
Jax wasn’t sure, and he was distracted by the way your hips rolled while you slowly slipped out of your jacket. His mouth felt dry at the sight of you in that white tank top. Your tits fell perfectly beneath them, the cool air causing those nipples to harden against the fabric. Your hands played with your shirt, lifting the fabric for him to get a peek at your tattoos and a bit of toned flesh before letting it fall. Fucking tease. He cleared his throat, “Can’t say I do, trouble. But uh, Lyla isn’t exactly what I want to talk about.”
“Met her working at a strip club, Mr. Vice President.” 
Jax could feel his blood pounding, what you were doing making more sense to him. He shifted in the chair. A smile appeared on your lips and you tilted your head, “Like what you see, sir?”
“Fucking hell, trouble.”
A look of satisfaction rolled over your face as you spotted his knuckles turning white as he clung to the arm rests of the chair. You had him right where you wanted him and both of you knew it. You held the power. A look of awe mixed with hunger came over Jax’s face as you lifted your leg and pressed your heel into his chest, “Now be a good boy, and stay right here for me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else right now, trouble.” His eyes watched as you removed your booted foot from his chest, a breath rushing into him as you began to move again. He faintly recognized the song playing from the other room but fuck he didn’t care. Jax swallowed as you came closer to him, his dick straining already and you hadn’t so much as fucking touched him. You looked like a whole fucking dream come to life. 
Your eyes looked over him, lingering at the obvious arousal between his legs. A wicked smile made its way to your face. Try as you might, you couldn’t look away.  Jax groaned at the realization, “Like what you see, trouble? Come a little closer and you’ll like it a whole lot more.”
A laugh escaped you at his words but you regained your composure quickly, a smile lingering on his lips at your reaction. He watched as you slowly straddled him and a guttural sound slipped out as you rolled your hips again, dragging your weight ever so slightly against him. You leaned into him, Jax relishing in the way your body felt pressed against his, just to whisper in his ear, “I think you like what you see a whole lot more, Jax.”
His retort died in his mouth as you began rocking your hips the same time your teeth dragged along his neck before you bit down into his skin, your tongue running over the same patch of freshly bitten flesh right after. The action caused his hips to drive up almost involuntarily. A moan escaped your lips and sounded perfect to his ears. You sat back up and continued teasing him, satisfied at how his eyes were hooded with lust. You took his hand and drew the tips of his middle and ring finger into your mouth. You continued moving on him as your tongue and mouth slowly took his fingers to show what a good girl you could be. Then you took those wet fingers of his and dragged them down your chin, across the expanse of your neck, along your collarbone and to the edge of your tank top. It was then that something snapped in Jax. His self control. 
Jax yanked at the tank top so that cool air washed over your tits and hungrily he leaned in to take one into his mouth, his tongue working your nipple as his other hand roughly played with the other. Your back arched, pressing you into him more as your hands found his hair and grabbed harshly at the roots. A surge of arousal escaped you as hung onto him, his mouth working to devour you. 
Right around the same time, Tara had showed up at Cara Cara. She had found out about the wrap party by happenstance and wasn’t invited but it didn’t matter. All the guys looked in her direction and Opie walked over, “Tara what are you doing here?”
Tara came to a stop and looked at Opie, “Trying to find Jax, Ope. You see him anywhere?”
“Yeah, but”- he looked away from her and clicked his tongue against his teeth -“no place you probably want to see him, Tara. C’mon, why are you here? Last he mentioned, the two of you weren’t together.”
That set a fuse within Tara. She pushed against him and turned to look around. There were only so many rooms and only one of them was closed. She walked over and cracked the door just a bit to peer inside. Then, her eyes landed on the two of you. An anger swelled up inside of her as she saw Jax meeting your every movement, curses of pleasure coming out of his mouth against your chest as you held onto him with your life. She backed away from the door as she heard Jax grunt out, “God I’ve wanted you so bad, trouble, since the second I saw you.”
A strangled cry of pleasure ripped from him and you silenced him with your mouth as his hands gripped your thighs hard, “Went home and jacked off to the thought of you first day.”
Tara turned and saw Shiv and Lyla off to the side, talking to each other and laughing up a storm. She stormed over and cleared her throat. Shiv’s eyes landed on her without a care. Lyla though? She looked confused as to why Tara was here and asked, “Can I help you?”
Tara grimaced, “Is it your slutty ass friend in there all over Jax?”
“Excuse me?” Lyla looked like she had been slapped.
Shiv though? A look of anger crossed her face. 
Meanwhile, oblivious to what was happening, Jax’s hands undid the buttons of your shorts. You tilted your hips to give him better access as he slid down the zipper and his fingers pushed against the wetness of your arousal before sinking into you. A cry escaped you as Jax bit the exposed flesh beneath your clavicle, dragging his tongue along the delicate bone. A look of adoration grew on his face as you began to ride his fingers, his voice gruff, “Gonna feel s’good wrapped around my cock soon, aren’t you trouble?”
As soon as you nodded, he took his hand away and left you feeling achingly empty. He lifted you up though and carried you with hands wrapped around your legs. Roughly, you slammed into the wall and he used the positioning to unbutton his pants and pull them down just enough to free himself before using his hand to pull those shorts to the side. He lined up with you and held you there, the wetness of your arousal teasing him and the feel of him barely prodding driving you crazy. His eyes locked with yours, “You sure you want this?”
Your eyes were wild before you kissed him and nodded, “M’sure, Jax. Please. I- I need this.”
And then, just as he was about to thrust into you, claim what he wanted for so long, Chibs burst through the door without realizing and blurted out, “Jackie boy, we n”- his eyes landed on the two of you and immediately pulled away - “fucking christ, sorry. Believe me, I would ne’er dream of interruptin’, but it’s Tara, Jackie boy and Shiv is ou’ there and you gotta get Tara out o’ here before we’re hidin’ a body.”
Jax nearly growled into your neck, “Fucking hell. Of course.”
While you were flustered for a variety of reasons at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Especially noticing the awkward state Chibs found himself in when you dared to peek over Jax’s shoulder. You swallowed the sound and said teasingly, “He’ll be out in a second, Chibs.”
“Right. Course.”
As the sound of the door shutting hit both of you, Jax let you down and was quick to tuck himself into his jeans and zip up. Meanwhile, you were still pulling yourself together as he bolted out of the door. You walked out hugging your leather jacket to your frame and watched as Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, clearly trying to get her to go to the door and get her out of there. That was when Tara’s eyes landed on you. She yanked her arm free from Jax and quickly found herself in front of you, “I don’t know what kind of claim you think you have, but after he has his way with you like the whore y”-
Silence. That’s what washed over the room. The music turned down. Anyone who was still talking very quickly hushed. You didn’t slap Tara. You didn’t push her. No. You were someone who held your own and no one, NO ONE, would dare disrespect you like that. Especially not directly to your face. Tara caught a right hook. Clearly she wasn’t expecting that. Her hand cradled her nose as she gasped in pain. You flexed your fist and looked at her, “I don’t know what set of balls you think you have, but after I have my way with you, there won’t be any left. Now, why won’t you let everyone see your  pretty new face?”
As if trying to prove something, Tara’s eyes grew steely and her hand lowered for the blood to run down her chin. She spoke up, “Think you’re so fucking tough, don’t you?”
“No, I just like to think I know my worth. And a bitch when I see one.”
There was one sound. Laughter. Your eyes very quickly landed on Shiv, who looked positively gleeful. Jax pulled on Tara’s arm, “Come on Tara, you should get out of here.”
Suddenly, you also wanted to get out of there. You walked behind them, your keys for your bike in hand, suddenly feeling more clear headed than you had in some time. You were still walking behind them even outside. The gravel crunched under your boots. Then, they came to a slow stop in front of you. Jax groaned, “Tara, c’mon. You gotta go home. You’re not wanted here.”
A brief look of anger flashed across her face. She looked over her shoulder at you. Then she feigned dizziness and stumbled backwards, into your bike. Your bike was something you loved. It had custom parts, and was modified by Flint. He’d given it to you four years ago. You watched as it fell over, a crunch being heard from the side that hit the ground. That bike was your pride and joy and seeing her do that, you snapped. 
Jax’s voice sounded aggravated as he simply exclaimed, “Tara, seriously?”
She didn’t get a chance to defend herself though as you slammed your body into hers and took her down to the ground. The surprise of it allowed you to get her on back, your weight on her torso pinning her down. Next thing anyone knew you were throwing a punch at  her face. Then another. Tara’s hands frantically reached for anything that could help her. She tried to hit you in the ribs, and your response was to pin your knees further up to lessen the movement of her arms. You landed another punch.
Jax had gone back inside to grab help. The next thing you knew, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled as you went to take another swing. Juice was holding you, tightening his grip as you tried to pull away more. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice from the people who followed. You were relatively untouched. Tara though, when Jax helped her up both eyes were beginning to swell shut and she had a busted lip to match her busted nose. You struggled to break free. Instead, you tried to cool off. 
Jax guided Tara to her car and you heard her speak up, “I can hardly see, Jax. Could you drive me home?”
“Yeah Tara, I got you. C’mon.”
…a strange anger welled up inside of you. You knew, just like he knew, he could get a prospect to send her home. He was choosing her in this moment. You thought of what she hadn’t quite got the chance to say. Once he had his way with you, he’d go back to her.It bothered you for more reasons than you wanted to admit. 
At that moment Juice had made the mistake of letting you go, thinking you’d cooled off. 
Instead you took that moment to head in the direction of Jax and Tara and Juice barely caught you in time and Tara turned around to look at you, and you spit at her feet, flipping both Tara and Jax off. You pushed Juice off of you and went over to your bike, the smaller pieces that broke falling off as you pulled it up. Cranking the engine, you sped out of the place, throwing up bits of gravel at them. 
“Anyway, that’s what happened Naomi. Hope it lived up to your expectations.” You finished your cigarette and added it to the butt pile on the corner of the porch.
“Well that explains it then.”
You stood slowly and eyed her, “Explains what?”
“Oh”- a throaty smoker's laugh escaped her -“all the guys are calling you million dollar baby at the clubhouse right now. Definitely fitting, now that I know the full story. So, has Jax called you yet?”
“Not exactly.”
“Maybe I still have a shot then.”
“Yeah, maybe you do, Naomi.”
 “So, if not exactly, what happened?”
You rocked on your heels, a look of guilt washing over your face. Naomi’s eyes squinted at you, “What did he do? What did you do? You know what” - she held her hands up - “not my idiots, not my circus.”
“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes, Naomi.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked at her, pissed off at you it appeared. You scoffed before laughing, “C’mon, you’ve been constantly talking to me about his dick, and you really don’t want to know what happened next?”
She looked at you near begrudgingly before groaning, “Obviously.”
Sitting back in your seat, you cleared your throat, “He showed up later that night, banged on my door till I opened up.”
You were sleeping heavily. The toll of the night hit after your shower, your bed beckoning you. Falling into it, you stood no chance. The sound of his fist on the door jolted you from sleep. As you jumped up, your hand grabbed at the gun you slept with next to your bed. Once you looked around your room and came to your senses, you realized someone woke you up. Someone banging on your door. And then you heard it. Jax’s voice outside “Trouble! C’mon beautiful, open up, yeah? M’sorry about earlier. Just wanted to get her out of there.”
Ignoring him, you burrowed back into bed. 
Another loud series of knocks, and then Sunshine started barking downstairs. That was when your shoulders tensed and you let out a muffled scream of frustration into your pillow before throwing those blankets back and headed downstairs with your gun in hand. You yanked the door open and pushed yourself out some so he’d know, he wasn’t welcome to come inside. Jax’s eyes danced over you and when they came back to your face, he smiled, “Sorry ‘bout waking you, gorgeous. Though, greeting me looking like that, gun or not, and I’m gonna have to keep doing it.”
“Fuck off, Jax. Think you can just waltz over here after bringing Tara home? Did you come to, what was it she said again? Have your way with me like the whore I am? I imagine the two of you have a lot of…disagreements over your sleeping arrangements. Is that why you brought her home? So you could fuck her, let her feel special, and then come over here?”
“What?” The look of anger that crossed his face was brief before it was replaced by confusion, “Why wou”-
“Then tell me something, Jax. WHY did you have to bring her home? She drove herself there. She hadn’t been drinking. I’m pretty sure it was made clear she wasn’t wanted there. If she had kept it up, could have easily kept her outside and away from everyone. Meanwhile, you didn’t think twice about letting me get on my bike and speeding home after I’d knocked ‘em back. And where the hell were you if all you did was drop her off at home? It’s literally been hours since everything happened. Or were”-
Your name fell from his lips and you held up your hand before continuing, “I wasn’t done, Jax. So. Where was I? Oh, right. Or were you just so pent up after everything that you had to go have a few drinks of your own and fuck some crow eater hag before FINALLY showing up here? And for what? To check on me? Because we sure as hell are not finishing what we started. Now that I’ve sobered up, I can see that would have been a huge fucking mistake. So, what? What do you want from me?”
Jax’s eyes lingered on your face, glancing from your eyes to your lips and so badly wanting to be able to redo everything that had transpired tonight. It was stupid of him to leave with Tara. But he didn’t trust Tara to leave on her own and not cause more issues. Your question echoed in his ears. What did he want from you? The alcohol in his system let him answer honestly before he could overthink it. So, the first thing that poured from his lips took you off guard. Jax sighed, “Everything. You’re all I think about.”
That was not what you expected, and he could tell. Your lips parted, but a response didn’t form. Instead, you eyed him suspiciously until finally you asked, “Why?”
“There’s something about you that just draws me in and won’t let me go.”
The two of you stood there, the air charged between you. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt the same way when it came to him. 
He broke the spell first and pulled at your arm to bring you to him. The silk of your button up pajama top felt as soft as your skin beneath his rough hands. A gasp escaped you as he pulled at the top and the buttons could be heard bouncing on the wood of the front porch. That was all you needed. Your hands eagerly pushed off his cut and the warmth of his hands grazed across your waist before he pulled you up and carried you inside, the door shutting behind him. 
Jax placed you on the ground and you frantically pulled off the ruined top of your pajamas and began walking backwards towards the stairs as your hands undid his belt before sliding it off, letting it clatter to the ground. The two of you moved in a frenzy, hands hungry for the other. You pushed up at the hem of his sweatshirt and shirt, and he moved to help you by pulling them over his head. While he did that, you unzipped his jeans and after throwing his sweatshirt and shirt to the ground he pushed them down and stepped out of them, kicking his shoes off at the same time. You turned to lead him up the stairs and Jax stopped you, “Not so fast, trouble.”
He kneeled before you and slowly began pulling your shorts down, his lips falling on your hip and taking a playful bite that made you yelp before his tongue replaced his teeth. As he lowered your shorts his tongue followed until you had him where you desperately needed him. He groaned against you as you carefully stepped out of the shorts he had gotten to your feet. The tips of his fingers followed up the curves of your legs until he gripped your hips to guide you back, taking a moment to pause and say, “Sit on the stairs for me, and spread those legs, yeah? I wanna see you.”
You climbed up the stairs until you were maybe halfway up and sat down. Just like he asked, you spread your legs. A smile graced your face as you dragged your fingertips across your skin, over your nipple, down your stomach, until you sunk two of your fingers inside of your bared pussy. Jax slowly walked up the steps stroking himself. The sound of your wetness was unmistakable as you lazily fingered yourself, lost in the sensations. Your head rolled back and a moan escaped you. 
Jax dropped on the stairs before you and lightly pulled at your wrist, brought your fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean as his other hand moved to replace yours. His middle finger alone felt so much better than anything you could provide yourself. His finger crooked and hit that delicious spot as his thumb grazed your clit, his mouth releasing your fingers and instead bending to take one of your nipples and sucking hard. Your arousal spiked as you cried out incoherently for him, “S’so g- fucking h- don’t s”- he slipped a second finger inside of you at that moment and began moving them fast and hard - “FUCK!”
You came so fast, and Jax pulled back to watch the effect he had on you. You made a mess of the step beneath you and him, squirting as you cried out for god. 
Your body was shaking and you were still coming down from your high as he lined himself up and finally, he rocked into you, burying himself to the hilt. 
Both of you cried out in tandem, “Fuck me!”
He stilled and looked at you, a curious smile on his face as you tried to hold back a laugh at the scenario until you had a giggle escape and you muttered, “Jinx.”
“Tell me”- a laugh escaping him as his right hand reached down and pulled on your leg until it was bent back and pinned at the knee to the step above you, his left hand doing the same with your other leg so that you were wide open for him and he slipped just a little deeper inside of you - “what do I owe you?”
As if to remind you, he rocked his hips slightly and before you could think you moaned out, “Everything.”
The laughter died as he leaned down to kiss you before answering, “That I can do.”
Just like that, he started driving into you on the stairs while pinning your legs back. The two of you fell into a symphony of moans as you got lost in the pleasure. Jax was somehow hitting the perfect spot and it didn’t take you long to cum again, nails clawing into the muscle of his arms, squeezing him as you did and taking him off guard. His hips stuttered and you felt him thrust into you, burying himself as he came. His warmth spread through you and he let go of your legs slowly. Jax stayed inside of you and he kissed the side of your neck before whispering, “Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if I”-
“It’s okay.”
Naomi’s voice interrupted you, “Okay first of all, fuck you. Second of all, hell yes cousin. It’s about time you got physical with someone. Lord knows you deserve it.”
You glanced down at your phone to absentmindedly check the time. A small smile appeared on your face as you noticed the time. Clearing your throat, your smile disappeared as you checked your phone and looked at Naomi, “Think you could bring me home, Naomi?”
Naomi stood up and fished her keys from her back pocket, “Sure.”
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Jax’s POV
This charity run Clay was using as a cover for running guns was taking way more time than it should have, thanks to a rather unfortunate series of events.
It all started to go to shit when Bobby’s ancient bike that belonged in a scrapyard caused Tig to run off the road. Suddenly there were less people on the charity run. It didn’t sit right with Jax. After all, the more hands they had on this, the better. Next thing Jax knew, Tig got picked up by bounty hunters at the fucking hospital. Idiot had a $40,000 skipped bond for indecent exposure in a livestock pen. Jax wasn’t normally one to judge, but fucking hell. 
Then, Clay disagreed with him, again, on how to go about getting Tig back. It was simple and fast. Jax knew his solution was the right one. So, as far as Jax was concerned, it was an “ask for permission and forgiveness in hell”, and do what he knew was right. 
Besides, he was ready to get back to you. The sooner he could do that, the sooner he’d be satisfied. As if you knew what he was thinking, his phone pinged with a text message. You know, sunshine, I might forget what you look like and then what?
A smile formed on his face. Guess I’ll have to remind you that it's me. See you soon.
It was then that he leapt on the truck and went with Piney, Half-Sack, Chibs and Happy to go get Tig back, more or less flipping Clay off on the way out. As far as he was concerned, Clay was poison. He’d just found out not too long ago that it was Clay that caused Donna’s death, and that the bullet was meant for Opie. 
He thought of you again. You were a bright spot on an otherwise bleak horizon. But something in him made him think if he had you in his life, the rest could work itself out. Hell, he might even try to talk to you about what was going on. Lord only knows what you dealt with working with the devil backs. You might have insight. 
Getting Tig back was easy, and the right call. Turns out they were gonna have him far out of state lines sooner rather than later. Jax enjoyed letting Clay know as much. The rest of the charity run went smoothly. They got in and held a bike rally. Jax pulled out his phone and texted you. At a bike rally. You home?
A smile appeared on his face when you texted back, fast. Helping Naomi with aunt. Let me know when rally is done? I can be home.
Absolutely.
He tucked his phone away and looked around, deciding on a bottle of jack and heading off with it. He wasn’t interested in anything the bike rally had to offer. Crow eaters and whatever the hell else they brought with them. 
Nah. Since he’d had a taste of you, the idea of anything else - anyone else - felt wrong. He’d make sure to tell you sooner rather than later, too. 
He went to light a cigarette when Clay appeared. Jax didn’t speak first. No, it was Clay. As usual, Clay started and made sure to finish the conversation. Clay questioned why Jax would undermine him, where he was trying to go with that. Everything in Jax wanted to tell him the truth. Jax wanted to test the strength Clay held, get him pushed out of the club. Maybe work on getting Chibs in as president. Jax didn’t want it. No. Having Abel made him want something else entirely. And meeting you?: He knew he hadn’t known you for long in the grand scheme. But fucking hell he found himself picturing that something else entirely with you. 
Instead, Jax skirted around the truth. Let Clay known he couldn’t get behind the fact that he tried to have Opie killed, fucked up and had Donna killed instead. Not someone in the club, but an old lady. Someone who should be untouchable. And how did Clay react? Clay threatened to kill him if he ever brought it up again. Something in Jax became unhinged at those words. All this time, he wondered how Clay could do it. Seems like it wasn’t that fucking difficult. 
Yeah. Clay needed to go. 
And Jax really didn’t need or want to be here in the slightest now. 
I’m leaving. Take your time. I can wait.
He’d always wait for you. A part of him thought that should scare him, but a larger part was relieved that he didn’t find himself scared at all. He headed to his bike and cranked it, ignoring Chibs and Tig calling out his name to come over. You were more important. 
The whole time he was riding to your place, his thoughts ran over your last time together. Again it had been too brief. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep next to you and wake up to that smile. This time would be different. He’d take his time and then pull you to him, holding you until you fell asleep. His hand would run along that spot on your back that had the softest curve to it, until finally the rhythm would lure him to sleep. 
He was still a little ways out when he spotted the first sign something was wrong. A thick column of smoke blacked out the stars in the sky, moonlight showing the angry swirling pattern against the sky. Jax sped up and came around the curve in the road and saw it. Your bar was ablaze. Fire was climbing along the wooden frame. It was engulfed. 
Then he spotted your bike, tucked into the space created for it beneath the awning. 
His heart fell as he got off his own bike and looked around, frantically hoping to catch a glimpse of you, your name falling from his lips as he shouted it at the top of his lungs. Then, Jax looked at the door, the windows. They were boarded over. And he heard it. The sounds of Sunshine barking, whining. The sound of the flames almost drowned her out. It sounded like she was on the first floor. If she was, maybe you’d managed to get down there as well. 
Jax ran around the building, finding the side the least burnt. It was all windows, but it would have to do. He thanked god that he was wearing gloves. Perhaps he’d have some sort of heat resistance. He grimaced and pulled at one of the beams. Luckily, the fire hadn’t quite reached them so they were still cool to the touch. Yet, it had eaten some at the wood beneath, so they came off with ease. As Jax pulled the final one off, he used it to break the glass pane to reach in and unlock the window, pushing it up. 
He called your name through the roar of the fire. Nothing. 
Jax wasn’t going to lose you like this. 
He ripped a strip of his flannel and tied it over his nose and mouth for some sort of filter before leaping into the heat. Realizing he didn’t have a lot of time, he moved quickly. He called out again for you. And again. And each time you didn’t answer he felt his chest growing heavier until finally he made his way to the front and found Sunshine. He couldn’t leave her here. Scooping her up, he moved faster to the window he came out of, just to realize that path wasn’t available to him anymore. The fire had caused a collapse in the hallway. 
A cough racked his body as he inhaled smoke. 
Circling back to the front, he thought of how easy those beams had given way that had been nailed in place. Jax eyed the front door. If he moved fast, he should be able to get out. But that was if the door gave way. He looked down at Sunshine and muttered, “We get out of this, I’m giving you all the bacon you want yeah?”
Jax took off and curved his shoulder down for extra impact. 
The wood splintered and gave way and Jax stumbled off the porch until he finally slowed. He let the dog down before turning back around to go inside, just to watch part of it crash into the ground. He was trying to think of what he could possibly do when headlights came speeding down the road to him, and he saw you get out of the passenger side, calling out his name. Everything inside of him seemed to instantly begin working again. He pulled that strip of fabric off his face as he ran over to you and engulfed you in a hug. 
You pushed away and tried to ask for answers, “Jax, what hap”-
Jax cut you off, kissing you with everything he could muster. The emotion behind it, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. It wasn’t for a few moments, and until after Naomi took her cell out to call the fire department, that Jax relented, satisfied that you were here. 
You were safe. 
It was then that he realized, perhaps his feelings for you did scare him. 
What he just felt- he never wanted to feel it again.
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Trouble’s POV
You were tired, sitting with Jax on the hood of Naomi’s car as the two of you watched the firefighters working to put out the flames. After a certain point, the building collapsed entirely and you sniffled. Jax held you closer as you confessed, “My bike…Flint had it customized for me. Now it’s…”
Jax felt your shoulders begin to tremble. 
You wiped your eyes furiously, “And I could have been in there. I”- 
That was when you realized the truth. The doors and windows were boarded. They found the fucking nail gun. It would have been quick. You should have been in there. Naomi came by and picked you up unplanned to help her out. You’d have been asleep. Your bike was there. He would have thought you were there. You jumped up and paced back and forth before you stated coldly, “I’m gonna kill him.”
That caught Jax’s attention and he stood up and took hold of your chin, tugging up for you to look at him, “Who? Do you know who did this, trouble?”
Images flashed through your mind. Every time you thought of him, you remembered it so vividly. You remember the way your car broke down. How he happened to drive by and pull over. How you were stupid enough to take his help. You were only seventeen. You remembered how he dumped you on the side of the road like trash when he was done with you. It was absolutely fair what you had done to him in return. You should have done more. And he tried to kill you tonight. When you blinked the tears threatened to spill and so you wiped your eyes before nodding, “Y-yes. I know who did this. Same bastard that raped me when I was seventeen. Followed him here when he skipped town. Threatened him at the fundraiser thing we met at. It has to be him.”
Jax was trying so hard to listen. Truly, he was. However, his anger was taking over. All he saw was red. Someone hurt you. Doesn’t matter how long ago it was. He would make them pay. A pound of flesh for every year that passed. Jax interrupted you, “His name, what is it?”
“Jax, I don’t want to talk about him. I just. I want to sleep. I’m so tired. And now I have nowhere to go. Can you just, can you bring me to the motel in town? Otherwise Naomi will drag me back to her place and I can’t sleep there.”
Those blue eyes fell on you and his features softened. He pulled you in for a hug. You inhaled the scent of leather and fire and cigarette lingering on him. Kissing the top of your head, Jax spoke up, “You have a place to go. You’re coming home with me. And before you say n”-
“Okay.” Your answer was so muffled Jax thought he misunderstood before you nodded your head into his chest. 
He gently threaded his hands in your hair before pulling back to see you, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Jax. But only if Sunshine can stay there, too.”
He smiled at you, “Fine by me. It’ll make it easier to pay her the pack of bacon I owe her.” You looked at him, perplexed, before your face became more serious as he added on, “Besides, we have some things to talk about, trouble. Including the name of the asshole that did this. And whatever else he did to you. You might kill him. But me? I am going to break him. For everything he has even thought of doing to you. And then some.”
You weren’t used to people being so protective of you, aside from Flint. And this?
This was different. 
Emotions were running rampant through your body and your first instinct was to pull him to you and kiss him deeply. Jax’s fists tightened, pulling your hair slightly and causing you to moan against his mouth. It wasn’t until Naomi cleared her throat that you broke apart. Jax growled out, “Naomi I swear, interrupt again…”
“Jesus Jax, cops are here to talk to her.” Naomi looked over at you and smiled softly, “Come on, sooner you start, sooner it is over with yeah? Then we can get you to my place and get you some sleep.”
Your hands shakily lit a cigarette before you nodded and responded, “Yeah…okay. But I’m not going back to your place. Gonna stay at his.” You inhaled the nicotine and walked in the direction of the cops, patting Jax’s chest as you left the two of them there. What you didn’t see was the way Naomi looked at Jax, or the smug ass smile he gave her in return. 
The cops asked you the basic questions, including if this could have been MC related considering your ties. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. You wouldn’t tell them the truth though, that you knew what happened and who was responsible. They circled back around to MC ties and you threw your hands up in surrender, “Gentlemen, I’m tired. I wanna get some sleep. Can I answer your questions in the morning? Please?” You watched their resolve waver as you added on, “It’s fucking late. The building is burned down and no one is dead. Nothing is going to change about that in the next twenty four hours.”
Though, if you had your way, that wouldn’t stay true. 
Naomi had Sunshine in her vehicle, and Jax was straddling his bike. You made your decision and got on the back of his bike, not missing Jax mumbling ‘good girl’ as he cranked the engine to life. 
By the time he pulled up in his driveway, you were tired and exhausted. The adrenaline of the night was catching up to you. Naomi pulled in the driveway behind and as you got off the bike, Sunshine was already at your heels. At her bark, you looked at Jax, nervous, “Is Abel here?”
“Nah, he’s with his grandma tonight. Will be till tomorrow morning since we had the party tonight after the charity run. So, let’s get both of you settled in. Have a good night, Naomi.” Jax’s hand was on your back and leading you to the door and you could hear the humor in Naomi’s voice, “You two have a good night as well. And Jax”- he voice wavered -”keep her safe, yeah?”
Oh that is exactly what he planned to do. 
He got you inside and laughed as Sunshine ran straight to Abel’s room of all things, curled up at the side of the crib and seemingly tucked in for the night. You smiled softly at the idea of Sunshine keeping watch over Abel, the smile faltering as you realized what you were thinking about. Jax opened another door and before you was his bedroom. A wave of exhaustion rolled over you as you saw his bed. You wanted to crawl into it so badly. But, you felt Jax pulling at the hem of your clothes and you sighed, “Jax, please. I’m so tired. Can I just get in your bed?”
“C’mon trouble…you’d sleep so much better cleaned up and in fresh clothes.”
You protested weakly until he pulled your pants down and helped you step out of them, immediately scooping you up and eliciting a yelp of surprise before he brought you to the bathroom. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he started the shower and let the water warm up while he looked at you. Without hesitation, he pulled off his clothes and kicked the pile to the side before smiling, his eyes taking you in, “I could get used to this. C’mon. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
As you stepped in the shower, the warm water enveloped you and you felt your body immediately relax. Jax stepped in behind you and quickly moved to grab his shampoo before working it into your scalp. A tired moan escaped you as Jax continued his movements, rinsing your hair clean after and then working on soaping up your body. As he did, he slyly pulled your back to his front and rested his lips on your neck as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t until he got to your hips that his movement stopped. His fingers ran over a wicked scar beneath your tattoo and spoke softly, “What’s this from? Who did this to you?”
You let out a shaky exhale as you answered, “After he…had his fun…he said he’d leave me a gift, mark me so that I’d always remember him. I lost a lot of blood when they found me.”
His fingers gripped hard into your flesh before he released and ran his hand lower, continuing to clean the day from your skin. He kissed your neck as his hand slipped between your legs, the same time his heavy cock pushed against your leg. You let out a moan as you instinctively rocked against his hand, voice airy as you spoke up, “Jax, I need you. Please. Make me forget about it, if only for the moment.”
Jax turned you around and moved quick to satify your request. 
He pulled both of your legs up and pressed your back against the cold shower tiles as he buried himself inside the warmth of you. You cried out from the sudden fullness. 
He couldn’t help but moan, “So ready for me.” 
Jax started fucking you senselessly as he leaned his head down to suck and bite on your shoulder, your clavicle, and then sucking hard on your nipple. The entire time he didn’t stop his pace, hips snapping up as his cock hit that same perfect spot. In fact, it was the overwhelming sense of it that caused your body to come crashing down as you came. Jax didn’t let up, either. Instead, the nipple he was working with his tongue, he sucked hard again before biting the swell of cleavage. Again he fell on your neck with his mouth. He would mark you to remind you he was there, even in the light of morning. He could tell, too, you were close to a second orgasm. 
Shifting, he pulled you closer to his torso and wrapped his arms tightly around you, picking up speed as he more or less brought you down on his cock and he thrust up towards you. And soon, you came once more. This time though, your nails bit into his back and drew blood. The shock mixed with you cumming on his cock had his thrusts growing more erratic as he fucked you through your orgasm, filling you with his own cum as you came down. 
He held you there for some time before you spoke up, “Jax” - your voice dropped to a whisper - “thank you.” 
You could hear that sly smirk, "Oh, you don't have to thank me trouble. I should be thanking you."
Suddenly, he enjoyed the idea of you falling asleep on him while that pussy of yours was still full. He reached down and turned off the water before carrying you into his room, cock still resting right where it belonged, before putting you in his bed and regretfully pulling out, quickly drying you both off. Next, he pulled an old son shirt from his dresser and handed it to you before pulling on a pair of sleep pants. 
Pulling the covers back, he pulled you towards him and tried to get you comfortable.
You fell into place and hummed against his skin, your hand tracing an invisible pattern. Jax kissed the top of your head and spoke softly, “C’mon, trouble. Give me a name. Who did this, beautiful?”
In your brain fogged state you mumbled, “Dave Ludo.”
He waited till you fell asleep, judging if you were by the soft breaths falling in rhythm on his chest. Then, he picked up his phone from the bedside table and texted Chibs. Find a guy named Dave Ludo. Bring him back to the club. Leave him alive. I want him.
It only took a few minutes for Chibs to text back. Can I get shiv on it?
Jax thought of his friend, and knew how good she was at hunting someone down. He texted back. Absolutely man, just make sure she keeps her knives to herself.
What’s this about?
Trouble. He hurt her.
Chibs didn’t text back for a moment. Jax assumed he was talking to Shiv. Sure enough, Chibs texted back. We’re both on it, brother. Let you know when we got him.
Jax flipped the lamp off and settled in, surprised at how much comfort he found in you laying on him. He fell asleep with an ease he wasn’t familiar with. 
Meanwhile, Tara was at the hospital working her shift. She felt her phone vibrate. She’d been nervous all night. She told Dave this was the best night to try something. Jax was going on a charity run. You were closed tonight. You’d be by yourself most likely. She felt a sigh of relief mixed with a streak of guilt when she saw the message on her phone. It’s done. The bitch is dead.
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Again I am so sorry for the wait. I'm nervous about this chapter but I hope you guys enjoy it. <3 This is the longest, most ambitious thing I've written I think. Now I gotta do school work.
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tempestuous-lush · 2 months
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Shameless reblog. ❤️
swallow | joel miller x f!reader
warnings: blowjob, masturbation, cum play, spitting, a little degradation, dom/sub undertones, slight daddy kink
summary: a drabble I wrote in literally ten minutes. Apparently I do that now?
tags: @ambassadortotrilliusprime
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“Shhh now princess…oh god damn…just like that”-
Joel’s hands held you down on his cock.
You could feel the silkiness of him on the inside of your hollowed out cheeks, the head of him testing the boundaries of your throat. As you began choking, gagging around him, he drew back only enough for you to get a gulp of air before delving into your mouth again. This time, one of his hands grabbed a fistful of hair as the other reached down to massage your throat and encourage you to take more until he was fully seated inside of you. He groaned as your saliva ran down your chin, “Bet if I played with that pretty lil’ pussy of yours right now it’d be soaking wet for me. Play with it. Let me hear how wet my cock gets you.”
You whimpered around his cock as you obliged. Shakily your fingers ran down the length of your body before running up your thighs and sinking two of them into your slick. The sound was distinct and it was followed by a moan that had your mouth vibrating against his cock. 
He bucked hard into your throat as his words stumbled out, “Wanna treat you right and fuck that needy pussy of yours princess, but you can’t go back out there dripping with daddy’s cum, can you?”
Joel looked down at you, those brown eyes taking in the sight of your running mascara and hair a mess with those silky lips wrapped around him as he pumped his cock into your mouth, “You’re gonna take all of me, and if you waste a drop, then that ass will be red later tonight. Now go on, fuck your hand while I fuck that pretty mouth.”
His pace quickened until you were gagging with nearly every thrust. Joel could feel your spit coating him, spilling down your chin. You could taste his precum mixed with your drool. Your fingers nearly had you there and mixed with your gags were strangled moans. The pain of his hand pulling and pushing at the nape of your neck mixed with the look of near adoration on his face and the sheen of sweat on his forehead as you brought him closer and closer to completion had you reach your orgasm, and as you did he buried his cock inside of your mouth once more to silence your moans. 
The vibrations sent Joel over the edge and next thing you knew, his cum was filling your mouth. 
As he pulled back, you held your mouth open so he could see exactly what he gave you. His lips turned into a smile as he held your cheeks roughly to keep your mouth open for him, his spit joining his cum. You closed your mouth as he whispered, “Swallow, princess.”
And you did, like his good girl.
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tempestuous-lush · 2 months
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After I relaunch Precious, my next step will be the next chapter for Crimson & Clover, then a very grossly depraved stalker Bucky. And potentially a relaunch/redo for Cupcake: a very old Frank Castle story I lost motivation for. Either that or mandalorian fic I have in mind.
Thank you for never ending patience! 🖤
This longer, unintentional writing break has done me some good and I think my writing quality has increased a great deal.
And if my fics are slow to update please understand. I am still in school. I work full time. A tiny human relies on me. The list goes on.
But I assure you, all the smut and fluff and angst is coming.
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tempestuous-lush · 3 months
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Announcement
I have not forgotten about my series for Joel called Precious.
I started writing it when I was incredibly manic and lost steam for it, despite having a beautiful ending in mind for the story.
All of that to say, I am currently reworking it and feel much better about the writing and am putting a LOT of effort into making it the story that I think it could be.
@vanduckartstudios has also been commissioned for a fanart piece to add to the header for the story.
My main goal is to put more detail and change subtle pieces to make it a better quality and something I am happy with.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
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tempestuous-lush · 3 months
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Maybe I'm mentally finally getting myself back together. It has been a draining holiday season on more than one front. As always, thank you for your patience. I have not forgotten my unfinished stories: even if it may feel like it. Either way, love you all. 🖤
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tempestuous-lush · 3 months
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....it's me!
@sweetercalypso it's me, Tessa (tea and wine), on my alt account. I am your secret santa for @pedrostories! I decided to make the first one a softer enermies to lovers storyline. It was my first time really actually attempting that. Figured Joel can be a bit hard headed so he would be easy to clash with. I hope you love it! 🖤
You have two more coming Christmas day.
I was waiting to get to today to friend request and get to know you but you seemed so nice so I had to reach out before then, lol.
Anyway, I hope you like it. This is something slightly different for me.
warnings: very brief smut at end of story, fingering, piv.
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Joel was in unfamiliar territory. 
Your place.
It was full of color. Suncatchers and handmade blankets with different swaths of fabrics filled the space of your living room. You were constantly making things as a way to keep your hands busy. The way his body reacted to that when you had said it. He thought of so many things that you could do to him, for him, with those hands of yours. Not to mention every time you flew off the handle at him all he could think about was wanting to silence that feisty mouth of yours by filling it with his cock. The way he’d fuck you into next Sunday, if only the two of you could stop constantly fucking fighting about anything and everything you could make an argument out of.  
You stumbled into the living room from your front porch, laughing until your eyes fell on him. Without even thinking about it, the words spilled out, “And what are you doing here, Miller?”
Joel cleared his throat, “I was here to talk to you about earlier today. I didn’t exactly handle myself as I should have. Yelled when I shouldn’t have. Wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize?” You scoffed at Joel’s attempted apology. It had all started because you had wanted to go outside the fences. Just to get some fresh air. You never did well cooped up. It made you feel uneasy. For some reason, when you were locked in somewhere, anywhere, the nightmares always started up. You’d injured your arm the last time you had gone out. Doctor hadn’t cleared you yet but you felt fine. Joel however felt the need to intervene when he saw you saddling up your horse. 
He had cleared his throat and asked with a note of finality before he even got his answer, “And just where the hell do you think you’re going?”
It went about as well as any other interaction you had with Joel. Everything about him set you off. Or tended to. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be around him. Hell, when you first met him, he was all you could think about for the first few days. Until you went on a patrol with him. Then it became doing everything his way. He’d say shit like, “Nah, I’ve been through this before, we shouldn’t go that way, c’mon follow me.” The way he would constantly dismiss you would set you off. After all, he traveled halfway across the country. You groaned at the thought, rolling your eyes in the moment. It was a detail Joel did not miss.
Your eyes looked at him again, standing there in your living room. He wore a dark flannel with a few of the buttons undone while wearing that jacket of his and faded jeans. Those dark brown eyes were looking at you. You’d had a few too many drinks at the bar. Your body was reacting to the sight of him, arousal already starting to pool beneath that slip of a dress. You pushed all thoughts to the side of that, though. He huffed, “Jesus Christ, think you could wear something that qualifies as clothes when you go out drinking, before you give the wrong idea to one of those assholes.”
There was nothing about this you wanted to hear. And hell, he was in your house anyway. You flipped him off with a smile filled with disgust before starting up the staircase. Halfway up his voice bellowed out, “And just where the hell do you think you’re going? We aren’t done here.”
A shudder of anger ran along your spine as his words reminded you harshly of earlier today, your hand white knuckling the banister before you turned around and stormed up to him. His hands flew up in surrender as you pushed him back, “Asshole! We are absolutely done. Get the fuck out of my house.”
Joel squared his shoulders up. His voice was low and gruff, “Nah, we’re gonna talk about today whether you like it or not. The hell do you think you’re doing, trying to go out before the doc cleared you, huh? That’s how you get yourself killed.”
“Why the hell do you care if I get myself killed? Huh?” Your palms pushed against his chest. But suddenly, it wasn’t enough. Your anger with him welled up inside of you before you could stop your hand from striking him across the face. The sound seemed to cease all other noise, save for the angry breaths escaping Joel as his soft brown eyes grew harsher. Your eyes grew large in response. 
Everything in Joel wanted to show you just why he cared if you went and got yourself killed but fucking Christ, you were impossible and headstrong and infuriating and smart and absolutely beautiful. Something pulled in his chest when your eyes grew in response to his harsh stare. Joel muttered something under his breath that sounded quite like “to hell with this” before he closed the space between the two of you, pulling you to him and his lips crashing greedily against yours. Part of him hoped you’d push him away but a large part was thrilled as your hands grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled him closer. His tongue tasted the whiskey you’d been drinking on your sweet mouth and he groaned as he felt your hands lifting his shirt and brushing along the skin above his pants. His breath hitched as your nails dragged along the same patch of skin you had been teasing. 
Your eyes looked up at him, and for the first time, he saw what lust looked like when it was painted on your face and holy hell it was absolutely stunning. Your tongue ran along your bottom lip as you looked up at him, a blush creeping along your cheeks as you whispered, “And um, just how long have you been wanting to do that?”
The softest moan escaped you as Joel cradled your cheek with one hand, his lips and tongue falling to the exposed skin of your neck. Feeling emboldened, his free hand fell and lifted up the hem of your dress with his rough hands dragging along your smooth skin. He grinned at the fact that you were suddenly seemingly timid, “Oh sweetheart, I’ve been wanting to do much more than that since the minute I saw you drinking by yourself, wearing that white t shirt with no fuckin’ bra with those jean shorts. The way I got hard at the mere thought of you for weeks after.”
“I’ve wanted you, too. But I was scared.”
Your eyes looked up at him, his brown eyes questioning and confused as they peered into yours. His face had a pleading look, voice laced with humor, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Eyelashes fluttering, you looked down, “I’ve lost people. Joel. Thought I could push you away. Hell, you made it easy enough. Always acting an ass in response.”
“Oh.” Of course you had. He knew that feeling. An ache bloomed in his chest when he thought of Tess, the more recent loss he has felt. He looked back at you, suddenly desperate to feel. He pulled you back to him. Your mouth opened to his tongue for much the same reason and his kiss deepened. The hand on your thigh swiftly pulled you up and your legs wrapped around him instinctively. He walked up the stairs with you entangled with him. As he carried you into your room, he laid you down on your bed and followed so that he was caging you in. He nuzzled his face into your neck, the feeling of his facial hair eliciting a laugh from you, before he trailed his mouth back to your face and kissed you once more. As he broke the kiss and pulled back he huffed, “I’m not going anywhere, alright?”
You nodded slowly, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. 
The sight sparked something inside of Joel and his large hand grabbed hold of the front of your dress and pulled hard. A rip of fabric and the swell of your cleavage was exposed. His mouth fell on them, sucking and licking and biting. You had a guttural reaction, your hips instinctively raising to try and meet him as a moan escaped you. Moving away from you and leaning back, Joel marveled at the sight of your pert tits, hardened nipples glistening with his spit. 
Your eyes watched keenly as he removed his jacket and his shirt, tossing them both to the side. He unbuttoned his jeans and chuckled a little at the way your eyes widened when his cock fell out, hard and long and so deliciously thick. A mischievous glint appeared in his eye as he stroked himself, “You like what you do to me?”
You swallowed with some difficulty before nodding. You could feel your arousal building just at the sight of him. He slowly pushed your legs apart and smiled at the sight of the light blue cotton underwear when your dress fell back. Pulling them to the side, he groaned. You were bare and slick, your pussy eager to take him. A thick finger ran along your folds and when he plunged his finger into you, he whistled through his teeth with a sharp inhale. God, you were so, so wet. As he lazily pumped his hand, you were quick to turn into a mess of panting and moans. You managed to finally get the words out, though, “Please, Joel. P-please…fuck me.”
A wince flashed across your face as he took his finger out. He sounded satisfied as he offered you that finger covered in your arousal and you sucked it clean. Those brown eyes looked you over as he lined himself up with you, “You sure, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
It was all Joel needed to hear. He thought of all of those times you went out of your way to defy him on runs, or make smart comments to him about how you thought he was a fucking idiot, of all those dreams he’s had about you since he met you, how sweet you were to people when you thought no one was watching, and how the color of your eyes reminded him of home. With that, he thrust into you swift and hard and both of you cried out in tandem at the feel of the other. You both knew in that instance, nothing else would ever come close to the feeling of this.
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tempestuous-lush · 3 months
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I LOVE it thank you!
I have the perfect thing to use it for.
Truly, thank you.🖤
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
@tempestuous-lush I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and Holiday! I'm your @pedrostories Secret Santa! I wanted to give you a gifset that you could use anyway you like. I've got you covered for avatars and headers. You also can easily use any free collage software on your phone to also merge both into a personalized header for any story or drabble you like (see example below I did for Precious)
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tempestuous-lush · 4 months
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Spoilers for Crimson & Clover 😭💀
Fanfic writers when they don't want to deal with canon
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tempestuous-lush · 4 months
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This is the perfect joining of moods on my current Daryl fic in progress. 🖤🖤🖤
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tempestuous-lush · 4 months
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Well. Brace your emotions for this coming Daryl fic. Because it’ll hit hard (while making you hate Negan way the hell more). ❤️
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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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Since your like...so far off from Canon. Is Chibs going to marry this Shiv chick and get busy? Is Jax going to have another kid like he did with Tara?
I need to know !
I am so far off from Canon for sure. 😂
Shiv and Chibs have a major plot point coming up in the next couple of chapters related to that so I won’t say too much there. BUT, the other one won’t happen for a few so I’ll go ahead and say it. Jax and Trouble will have a kid at some point.
All of that to say: I KNOW I am slow to post.
Next week is finals though and once those are done, I will have so much more time on my hands for writing and this story will come along in my winter break. Thank you for hanging in there with me. It means a lot you enjoy it.
And thank you for the ask. 🖤🖤🖤
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tempestuous-lush · 4 months
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Well if this doesn't just scream Trouble fucking something up thanks to insecurities and trauma, and feeling oh so apologetic to Jax as a result. Just waiting in his dorm because he's trying to cool off and not come home. Give it time. Trouble would have different thoughts. Different intentions. Different...methods, of resolution.
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Just folding laundry and wanted to pop on in here and remind you how absolutely fucking talented you are and how much I adore you.
That's it. That's the post.
Wait.
I know I'm forgetting something....
OH! RIGHT! MY BAD.
For you:
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Well I got very emotional when I woke up this morning. Thank you for the amazing message. But also just know you’re also amazing and talented and that I adore you as well.
Also.
That gif though.
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tempestuous-lush · 5 months
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I don’t. 😂
to my writers who also play wip parkour
how do you buckle down and focus on just ONE thing to get done because my brain can’t stop bouncing tabs
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tempestuous-lush · 5 months
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So happy you enjoyed. 😂🖤
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koshka || mafia!Bucky x reader
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Warnings: JESUS. Um, where to start? Definite bdsm mentions, usage. Let’s get a big part out of the way. There is a gangbang in here. A lot of unprotected sex. Fingering. Squirting. Dildo usage. Hitachi. Restraints. A lot of cum shots. Butt plug. Anal. Double penetration. Triple penetration (mouth, anal, vaginal). Anal creampies. Titty fucking. Daddy kink (Bucky brings it out in me). Masturbating (briefly). Aftercare. More sex in tub. Vaginal creampies (both Bucky). Overstimulation. Flogger usage. Brief pregnancy kink (if you squint). All VERY consensual. Not proofread.
Summary: Bucky was trying to broker a peace deal, and neither of you are sure whose idea it became, but you became the peace offering. All of the other major players in the underworld would get their time with you. A way of Bucky showing that he was willing to concede if they were, after signing contracts, of course. This is, by far, the most debaucherous thing I have written. I’ve had this scenario in my head for a while now. Started writing and it just poured out. If you guys like this, I will probably keep mafia!bucky and koshka on the back burner for my more filthy thots. This is also my first time writing mafia!bucky, and I didn’t hate it.
Koshka = kitten in Russian
DIVIDER CURTESY OF @firefly-graphics (they probably get tired of me tagging them for this, but the things they have are AMAZING
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Bucky loved the way you looked at him as he buttoned up his pressed white shirt, still in bed with your beautiful legs tangled into the sheets and your hair splayed across his pillow as you inhaled the scent of him from it. You looked so shy. Innocent. But you were anything but. 
Once he slipped on his cufflinks, he crawled on all fours across the bed until he was caging you in and the tip of his nose traveled along the length of your neck before he kissed that sensitive spot beneath your ear, “Good morning, koshka. I hope you’re ready for my business meeting later today.” His large blue eyes looked at you lovingly, “Are you sure it’s still okay? If not I will put a stop to it right here, right now. You know that, right”
The idea had you feeling shy, but you couldn’t deny the rush of arousal that flooded your system as you thought about it. Your cheeks heated up before peeking up at him, “M’very sure James.”
“I love how sweet you look, face all flushed with embarrassment at the thought of how greedy you are. I’ll see you in a few hours, koshka. And then…well, a little business and pleasure never hurts.” His lips trailed down your neck the same time his hand pulled down on the comforter. As he did, exposing his favorite pair of tits, he licked and sucked the tender flesh until your body was awake for him and he groaned, breaking the contact and resting his head in the middle of your chest. You heard a mumble, “I gotta go, koshka, but I’ll be back soon.”
As he walked to the bedroom door, he watched you pull the blanket off and stretch out. His eyes landed on the soft, sweet mound between your legs, “Do me a favor today.”
“Hmmm?” Your back arched off the mattress.
He licked his lips, “Don’t put on any clothes. Spend your morning like that, because it would be a crime if you put clothes on and covered perfection.”
He opened the door and slipped out. You laughed, knowing full well that he was going to his office downstairs. The house was empty today though. He made sure of that, considering what was happening later. Getting out of bed, you headed to the bathroom. You knew you wanted to spend the next hour soaking in the tub, exfoliating, and putting on the lotion that Bucky loved smelling on your skin. He always said it made you even more edible. 
Then, you stayed in bed reading until you heard his voice calling out your name. A small smile worked its way to your lips as you stood and slipped on your floor length silk robe, leaving it untied to give him the tease of your full tits and your nipples hard beneath the silk with your bare pussy on display. Coming to the top of the stairs, you saw Bucky with a few gentlemen. He saw you and a wolffish smile took over his features, “Gentlemen, the lady of the hour. My queen.”
They turned around to look at you, averting their eyes momentarily before they remembered why they were here. They were all attractive, sure. However, they were not your Bucky. You walked down the stairs slowly to him and he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you towards him before kissing you passionately and possessively before murmuring, “If you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I will go ahead and get her ready. I’ll be back shortly if you’d like to join the others.”
They walked away reluctantly as Bucky gently steered you down the hall in the opposite direction, bringing you to the door of your favorite room. He opened it and you saw the padded table with the restraints resting on top of it and hanging from the ceiling above. As his hands slipped your robe from your shoulders, his lips ghosted the skin along the nape of your neck while whispering, “Get on the table for me, koshka. On your back. Head slightly off the side. That beautiful face needs to be available to fuck, okay?”
Your legs were shaking with anticipation quickly as you walked towards the table, climbing on top of it, before doing as you were told. You were on your back, head slightly hanging off of one end and ass just a bit off the other. Bucky’s hand traveled down your sternum and down the soft tissue of your stomach before teasing your already aching pussy and traveling down your left leg, lifting it up. He pulled it outwards and used a leather cuff restraint to lock your ankle in place before reaching up and using another leather restraint around your thigh, effectively locking your leg in place. He repeated the same with your right leg and used a soft leather strap to hold your waist before finally locking your wrists so that your arms were spread out. Last but not least, he lifted your head and placed a soft pillow beneath it to give you cushion against the table edge. 
“Time to get my little koshka ready, isn’t that right?”
Your pussy spasmed in response before you could even talk, your legs so spread that Bucky spotted the small motion easily. He chuckled darkly, “You’re a fucking vision. It’s no wonder they all wished to accept this peace treaty. Having their dick anywhere near something so…ethereal. So…” His middle finger sank into your folds, eagerly pulling him in as you moaned at the contact before he pulled his hand back and greedily sucked your slick from his finger, “delicious. The idea is enough to drive a man mad. Trust me, I would know. So. Are you ready, koshka? Are you ready to be a perfect doll, a plaything, for all of daddy’s big, bad friends?”
His fingers messily rubbed your pussy, spreading around the sheen of your arousal while getting you more heated with the sporadic contact with your always sensitive clit. You shuddered as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “Yesss. M’ready daddy.”
You felt the cold of lube pressing at the tightness of your ass, but you were trained for this. Relaxing, your ass opened up to his fingers before he coated your favorite plug with more lube and slowly pressed it into you as his free hand kept playing with your pussy. The stretch was instant and your pussy gushed at the promise of what was to come. His middle finger plunged back into your pussy, joined with his ring finger, “So wet for all those faceless cocks stuffing you full, or is it knowing that I’ll be watching you the entire time? Cock aching and leaking for you? Gonna cum for daddy to get you all nice and messy for those other men? Gonna cream my fingers or weep on my hand, koshka? Personally, I think that pussy is gonna weep for me.”
The combination of your ass filled and his fingers driving into you stroking your g spot as he told you such filthy things was enough to quickly send you over. Your moans and sounds were indiscernible until you shouted his name, squirting all over his hand and reverberating in the aftershocks of his fingers rubbing your cum all over your pussy. You could feel it puddling around your ass as well. You wished you could see how he was looking at you.
He walked around to look down at your face with those beautiful blue eyes you loved so much. His voice was rough with his own arousal, “Good girl. And remember, you want this to stop, say the word. It’ll end immediately. I’ll make sure of it.”
With that, he kissed you and headed out. Your eyes could only see so much. Namely, the variety of whips and canes he had spread out on a nearby table and the drawers that you knew contained so many deliciously dark things. Meanwhile, Bucky was busy in his office, confiscating any and all phones and telling the men the rules they are to follow. The main one he stressed, aside from your safe word, was that none of them were allowed to cum inside of your pussy. They all nodded, eager to taste the queen of the most notorious mob boss on the East coast, none of them expecting a chance like this to ever fall in their lap. 
Meanwhile, as you lay there, more than ready…you heard the door open and heard a few different voices at the same time. They all commented a variation of the same thing, “Beautiful.”
The first thing you saw was Bucky sitting next to the table, a wicked smile on his face, hand palming his aching cock through his pants. Your pussy spasmed again. That was when you felt the first touch of someone who wasn’t Bucky, trailing along your leg. What you weren’t expecting was the level of fire it started within you, an ache in your lower belly. It was fueled further on by a hand roughly grabbing your right breast, a wet thumb flicking your nipple as a different, softer hand did the same with your left. Your eyes grew heavy with lust as another man came to stand before you. His dick was hard and the tip slick with precum. 
His accent was heavy as he commanded, “Open your mouth for me. Now.”
Ever the good girl, you opened your mouth wide for his cock to slip inside, the taste different from what you know from Bucky. At the same time, a cock was slipping through your wet folds, enjoying teasing your needy pussy. You moaned around the thick cock hitting the back of your throat as your pussy was stretched with another. There was a curse of pleasure as the two men took enjoyment in fucking your two available holes. The table moved slightly as another man climbed on to the table and straddled you before squirting cold lube between your heavy tits, squeezing them around his cock as he began fucking them. 
How quickly you turned into what Bucky said you would become. 
A plaything for all of daddy’s big bad friends. 
A doll. 
The man driving into your pussy angled his cock up and his thumb fell on your clit as he kept driving into you. At the same time, the man fucking your mouth let out a slew of praise, “Feels so good. So good at taking cock with your mouth.”
He buried his cock in your throat, and all you could do to keep from gagging at the lack of oxygen was swallowing his semen as it shot down the back of your throat. As he pulled back and you gasped for air, the man destroying your pussy pulled an orgasm out of you as Bucky watched on. Instead of letting you softly come down though, he kept driving into you and playing with your clit until all too quickly, you were gushing around him all the while the man fucking your tits grabbed hold of his cock and quickly finished himself off, thick ropes of cum landing on your face and tits. 
You felt the fullness of your stuffed pussy disappear and while you whimpered at first, you felt fingers pulling at the base of your plug. That was when you heard Russian. You knew enough from Bucky to know roughly what was being said, “An ass like this deserves to be fucked.”
There was more lube on your now gaped hole and the feeling of a cock pressing at your ass before slowly filling you to the brim and then some. Your eyes grew large as another man climbed atop and rammed into your pussy with far less care. Though, they both quickly descended to fucking you like animals that didn’t care what state you were left in after. 
You were about to cry out in pleasure when another cock was shoved into your open mouth. It caused you to become nothing but moans as you were filled to the peak. You grew tighter as you became more tightly wound. The way you were tightening finally managed to tip the one fucking your ass over the edge, and he let out a stream of curses as he bottomed out and emptied into your ass while at the same time the one fucking your pussy pulled out and you felt the heat of his cum land on your lower stomach and splattering on the outside of your pussy. 
At the same time, the other man using your mouth pulled out and slapped your face, causing you to moan. His accent was heavy as well as he chuckled and commented, “The devil’s queen likes a bit of pain, does she?”
As he walked around you before the next man in line for your mouth took over, you spotted Bucky stroking himself. The fact that he was getting off to you getting fucked, used, and getting cum on made your arousal start anew. You moaned out, “M’love a bit of pain. I can…I can take it.”
You heard the sound of a flogger being lifted from the table as the next faceless cock filled your mouth. The only taste on your tongue and at the back of your throat now was the mixture of cum and precum and you loved it. As your throat continued being used, you felt the kiss of the flogger on your stomach. Another of the men climbed on the table and pushed your tits together to fuck them, the cum from the previous man giving more lube, “Incredible fucking tits you’ve got access to Barnes. Can’t wait to fuck the rest of her.”
You heard Bucky’s voice, “That’s good, because she loves to be full of cock.”
Just then the flogger came down on your pussy and your eyes opened wide as you felt the silicone of a dildo prodding at your folds and bucking hard into you. One of them must have been using the rod to fuck you from afar with the dildo as the other continued to flog you. Dick sliding between your tits, the other still fucking your mouth and leaving you gagging and gasping as he’d give you a break occasionally until he pulled out of your mouth and stroked his cock while the man fucking your tits also pulled back and stroked his cock. The first one came with a grunt all over your face and tits, the second cumming on your tits and upper stomach before getting off the table. 
Soon the dildo was discarded as was the flogger and another cock was soon buried in your ass, with another once again slamming into your pussy. This time, your mouth was left alone for them to hear the sounds you were making. You watched Bucky hand one of them the hitachi wand to bring to the one fucking your pussy. As soon as it touched your clit, you were cumming hard and fast. But they weren’t satisfied. They held the hitachi down as they kept rutting into you and you started crying out for Bucky, thinking of him sitting there stroking himself to the sight of you being used and coming undone. The man holding the wand in place let up and pulled out as your pussy made a mess, squirting obscenely as your ass continued being taken until he was filling it with more cum. 
The day continued like this. You were tied up for nearly an hour before the leather cuffs came off of your wrists and waist, then your legs. They were enjoying taking their turns, watching the others ruin you as they got themselves hard all over again, leaving you an absolute mess, dripping with their cum. When they stood you up, you nearly fell. 
Bucky would have been concerned if it weren’t for your sounds of pleasure being ripped from your body. Even still, you were giving. Bucky’s blue eyes watched on as they flipped you on to your stomach on the table. 
He stood up and walked around, looking at your beautiful gaping ass, stuffed and overflowing with semen. Your inner thighs were also dripping. He had been edging himself for so long. He walked up to you, stroking his cock once more. With dominance he bellowed, “After today, no one touches my little koshka but me. Anyone get any ideas otherwise, and I will cut off your hand for considering it. This was a peace offering, but I will burn the world if anyone tries beyond this room.”
He lined himself up with your pussy and thrust into you while roughly grabbing your hair and pulling up, “Look at the men who fucked you today koshka, as you let them know whose doll you really are.”
He thrust again and you came back to life, a cry coming from you, “James! M’yours, to t-take.”
Bucky started fucking you like a man starved. Animalistic noises came out of him and his cock reached so deliciously deep inside of you. Your overstimulated pussy couldn’t handle it. And he knew that. Which is why he reached around and used his fingers on your clit and you came again and as you did, thick ropes of his cum wrecked your womb as he continued driving into you…pulling out one final orgasm before you lay there thoroughly spent and utterly exhausted. Once you fully drained him he pulled out and admired the sight of you: a fucked mess, but only him dripping from your pussy.
Bucky ushered everyone out and you weren’t sure when but he came back in and scooped you up in his arms, “You did so good playing daddy’s doll, koshka, but now I am going to clean you up and feed you. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”
“M’enjoyed it daddy but I only”- you yawned in a way he found endearing -“need you.”
By the time he carried you up the stairs, you were softly sleeping. He set you down on the bed, making a note to himself to strip the bedding and change it before ridding himself of his clothes. Scooping you up once more, he took you into the bathroom and stepped into the low, large tub that was already filled with warm bubbly water. As he sat, he pulled your back to his front and picked up a cup, gently dumping the hot water over your skin and rinsing away the proof of any other man slowly but surely. He used a warm rag to softly clean your face before lathering up his hands with soap and running them over your shoulders. 
A smile pulled at his lips as you stirred ever so slightly under his touch. Especially so as he took extra care to soap up your chest, his palms and fingers teasing your nipples. Bucky moved lower and you instinctively arched your back, your head falling back onto his shoulder. As one of his hands ventured lowered, you spread your legs on instinct even as you tried to protest, “James, m’so tired. Don’t think I can do another James m’sorry.”
“You’re forgetting something important, koshka…” His middle finger delved deep inside of your aching pussy, tender from the abuse it received. He lazily pumped his hand, finger driving in and out of you, pushing all of his cum either deeper inside of you or out of you into the scented bath water. His free hand still ran over the lather that covered your tits, increasing the teasing more and more as his finger stayed moving at the same speed, “I know your body and everything it is capable of handling. You can cum one more time for me kotenok, one more time. Just like this, in the tub. You and me. Your sweet pussy pulling me deeper and deeper, my hard cock digging into your back.”
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with pleasure as he spoke. He wasn’t wrong. He was never wrong. Your pussy was desperate for him. Always. Your eyes were beginning to tear up as he continued his ministrations. You were spent. But one more, for him. You could do it.
“Come for me, koshka.”
A sob escaped you as he shifted and hit a deliciously sweet and painful spot, “I’m s’close James. I’m s’close, but I can’t.”
James knew what you needed. He always did. His arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you, easily turning you to face him before holding the base of his cock with his free hand and lowering you onto him. You shuddered at the fullness. 
Pulling you to him, his lips collided with yours and he kissed you with every emotion he felt. At the same time, he drove up into you. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and onto the floor. His tongue teased yours before he broke the kiss and his mouth fell on your neck. As a result, every little noise you made, every whimper of pleasure being wrung from your body fell on his ear. He praised you, “Did so good for me today. Gonna be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock one more time, koshka? Let me hear how good I feel inside of you. Beautiful little koshka had so much cock today that she doesn’t have anything left for daddy’s? It’s okay, because daddy has so much left for you. Gonna fuck you till your pregnant with my child”-
That was the reason no one else was allowed to cum inside your pussy today. Bucky had been trying to fuck a child into you. His child. And god, if you didn’t love it. And now? In such an emotional state? A sob escaped you just as he hit that pleasure spot deep inside. You came to life just enough, “P-please daddy, please!”
His hands gripped tightly into your flesh, “Please what, koshka?”
“F-fuck me t-till I’m pregnant with your baby.”
“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me then, koshka?”
You only lasted for a few breaths more before the most animalistic cry came from you as he finally tore your orgasm from you, chasing his own at the sight and once again filling you to the brim. At that, he stilled and encouraged you to lay against his chest. Bucky lay back against the tub while cradling you, leaving his cock buried in you to hold his cum inside. Turning on the tap, he added more hot water and stroked your back, letting you sleep. 
He’d feed you after you had your rest. 
Besides, this? This was everything to him. You were everything to him. 
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