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ivoryrebellionmess · 2 months ago

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Spooky remorses II

Part I

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: hiii omg i cant believe so many people liked the first snippet. thank you so much, honestly, i am beyond excited. so here´s a follow up, hope youu like it <3

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean

Word count: 4096

As you got to the middle of the dancefloor you saw Juice and Hazel and went over. Juice and you had gotten close while you dated Jax. He was easygoing, funny and nerdy, and the first of the boys to warm up to you.

He lifted you from the floor when you hugged, ¨How are you Juicy??¨.

He seemed genuinely happy to see you, and he gestured to Hazel when he answered, ¨I´m great. You look awesome, the fangs are hot¨.

Finally someone complimented you on the fangs, you personally considered they made you look way hotter, but whatever.

Your relationship with Juice had always been the find of friendship where it feels like you´ve known each other forever, so flirty jokes had always been present. Hazel seemed surprised at the closeness you had with him, but it made sense that you had friends there if you had dated Jax for a year and a half.

¨While you two catch up¨, she interrupted smiling, ¨I´m going to the bathroom and to get another drink¨

Juice and you danced for a little while when his shirt sleeve rolled up and his bicep was visible. Before you could help yourself, your hand was on it.

¨What the fuck happened to you since I´m not around? You on steroids or something?¨ Juice laughed at that and shook his head.

He flexed his muscles while he talked about the new work out he´d been doing, ¨You like it?¨

He kept flexing his arm, and you kept laughing and touching him. Both of you oblivious to Jax´s stare, a mix of annoyance and jealousy. Chibs wasn't obvious though, and he did what he was there for. ¨You don't look too happy there, Jackie-boy¨.

Ever since he'd seen you go in, he was on edge, he didn't know why. Okay, he did, you looked awesome and it wasn't for him. He regretted what had happened between you, and he felt guilty, he should've stood up for you to his mom. And now you were there, all gorgeous. But it wasn't for him, and you weren't with him. You were with Juice, admiring his muscles. And it pissed him off. You thought you could just walk in? Not even say hello? Prance around looking that good? Flirt with one of his brothers? All of that in front of him?

Juice and you were still joking around about how girls just swooned when they saw his ¨guns¨, as he liked to call them. If Jax thought that was as bad as it got, he was wrong when a song you loved came on and you seemed determined to have Juice dance it with you. He eventually accepted and pulled you close to him by your waist, your arms around his neck. Jax was burning holes between his brother's tats when Chibs decided to continue his quest.

¨They´re getting cozy, aren't they?¨. He could feel the scot staring, but his eyes were glued to you.

To Juice´s hands on your waist, to the space separating your bodies that seemed to be getting smaller by the second. And your face, you were laughing at something, you lit up when you laughed. The way your right hand traveled from Juice´s neck to his arm again, squeezing it teasingly. He could feel the tension in his jaw, how tight he was gripping the beer, his knuckles white. And so could his brothers.

Then, you turned your head to look at him, your gaze uninterested and bored, and said something in Juice´s ear. That was it, you had crossed a line. Ignoring him was one thing, but that look of pure disinterest, you could not ignore what you meant to each other. So he started walking before he could think about it, not knowing what he was going to say when he got to you.

While you danced and joked, you suddenly felt Juice´s demeanor change, but you didn't need to ask what was going on.

¨Shit, I don't think Jax is loving this¨. He didn't stop dancing, but you could tell he was being careful.

You decided you were not going to take it seriously so you retorted, ¨Why wouldn't he like us dancing?¨

Juice chuckled, but his tone was serious, ¨Don't play innocent, you know he's jealous¨

You just couldn't resist a peek, was he really?, so you turned your head, very focused on keeping a neutral face, and looked at him. He did look jealous, and annoyed. You tried not to let it get to you, trying to have a good time.

So you made a joke, you had to get close to Juice´s ear so he could hear it, ¨Is he scared you´re gonna make a move on me or somethin´?¨

Instead of an actual answer, you saw Juice´s look of terror. Turning around, you understood why. Jax was walking towards you, an angry look on his face.

Juice´s whisper got mixed with yours, ¨Oh, hell¨ and ¨For the love of god-¨

Jax stopped in front of you, his eyes flickering back and forth between you two. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw before speaking in the coldest tone you'd ever heard from him.

¨What the hell is going on?¨ It was an easy question, with an easy answer, but you weren't feeling like taking the easy and safe route.

Did you know he probably thought you were flirting? Yes. Did you care? No.

So, before you could think, or Juice could answer, the snarky remark was out your dark red lips. ¨What's it look like, genius?¨

It didn't seem possible, but his jaw clenched harder, he wasn't even looking at you. ¨It looks like you're flirtin´with Juice, gettin´all up on him right in front of me¨ There was something bitter about the way he answered.

¨You think I care that you´re here? ¨ Of course you did ¨You think I did this for your attention?¨ You hadn't, you actually hadn't. You were just trying to have some fun and ignore the hottest guy in the room.

Jax knew you were just trying to provoke him, and it was working, but he refused to give you the satisfaction. He just hated seeing you two together, laughing and having fun while he was miserable. And maybe he also hated how damn close you had been dancing. The way you were looking at him, a challenge in your eyes. Go ahead, make a scene. He absolutely hated that he was about to.

He took a step closer, lowering his voice. ¨I don't think you did it for my attention, but now you have it. So cut it out¨

What did he think was going to happen? You'd just agree? No, he just wasn't thinking straight anymore.

You, of course, only challenged him further. All that was needed for that were a scoff and two words. ¨Or. What.¨

Another step closer, you could touch him if you wanted to. ¨Or you´ll find out, that's what¨ He just growled an empty threat, you both knew it. He also knew he was out of patience and you were not going to keep pushing his buttons.

You realized something then, he had growled, and you heard him. How had you been able to hear him with all of the noise…everyone was staring at you. Well, fuck.

¨Okay people this isn't a show, go back to the party¨. With that, you left the clubhouse, only stopping against one of the picnic tables to lay against it and breathe deeply.

Jax´s eyes followed you, as they had through the night. He could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on him, this had turned into a bit of a spectacle. He let out a frustrated sigh as he followed you to the picnic table, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

You heard him before you saw him, and as usual around him, you spoke before you thought. ¨You did always like to be the center of attention¨.

The snarky comment had Jax gritting his teeth, his anger flaring up again. He did not speak, however until he was standing in front of you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

¨I don't know what the hell your deal is tonight, but you´re really pushing my buttons, you know that?¨

To that, you only shrugged, looking at him coldly. ¨My deal is I just wanted to have some fun¨

Maybe looking at him had been a mistake, if he had looked good from afar, he looked even better right in front of you, illuminated only by the streetlamps. He was wearing what he always wore, and still he had never looked better in jeans and an oversized white t-shirt. Your face did not show any of that obviously, it was neutral. He could tell you were angry though. But you could tell that so was he, so you were in a tie.

Fun, that was what you were calling it? He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. ¨Yeah, real fun. Gettin´all cozy with Juice, practically making´out with him in front of me. That your idea of fun?¨

You bit your lip, trying not to lose it on him, the fake fangs drawing his attention. ¨So let's see if I got this right¨ You put all the poison you could in your words, hoping they stung as much as seeing him again did. ¨You´re mad that I danced with Juice, whose attention was on me, as opposed to dancing with you¨ You poked his chest before continuing ¨who didn't even say hi when I walked in?¨

He felt a pang in his chest at that, you were right, he´d been so caught up in his anger and jealousy that he hadn't even considered how he had ignored you up until that point. Jax looked away for a moment, a flash of guilt in his eyes.

¨I didn´t-¨ He started to defend himself, but cut himself off, you were right. Instead he let out a frustrated huff.

¨Yeah, that's what I thought¨ You let a beat of silence pass, then looked at him again. Fuck he looked good . ¨Got a smoke?¨ You needed something to do with your hands.

Jax looked confused for a second, his eyes scanning your face, staying on your lips for a second too long. He was still mad at you, but he obliged. ¨Yeah¨

He patted down his pockets until he found a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He took one out and handed it to you with his lighter. You only took the first, bringing your hand up as you asked , ¨Light me?¨

His pulse quickened at the simple request, something about the way you said it. A bolt of desire went down his spine. Something in him wanted to challenge you, so instead of just lighting it, he took the cigarette from your fingers and placed it between your lips, lightly brushing them. You made an effort to not show the way he affected you. Jax then leaned in closer, shielding the flame from the wind with his hand, not touching you. Your eyes were locked on his, the intensity of the moment almost unbearable. The fire made his eyes sparkle, you got lost in them.

His gaze was still fixed on yours as you took the first drag, his face so close to yours he could almost feel your breath on his lips. The intimacy made his heart race, his anger slowly fading into the background. Your anger also became less and less prominent, upstaged by a complexity of feelings.

Jax grabbed the cigarette from you and took a drag of his own, never breaking eye contact. The air between you was electric, crackling with tension. It was hard to breathe, having him so close. He blew the smoke, you felt it on the tip of your nose before it was blown away by the wind. His blue eyes were relentless, never breaking from you, not as he took another drag, and not as your hand searched for his to grab the cigarette. It felt like the tension was growing thicker by the second. Jax was very aware of how close he was to you, how easily he could just touch you.

He watched you smoke, and you watched him. Until your eyes focused on the cigarette instead of his blue ones. You followed the lipstick stained cig, and then your eyes stayed locked onto his lips. They wrapped around the end of the cigarette, then closed while he held the smoke in, and finally parted to let the smoke out. Jax could feel your gaze on his lips, it made his stomach clench with desire.

He took another drag, slowly and deliberately, his lips closing around the cigarette in a way that was almost sinful. To top it off, he let out a low hum, eyes never leaving yours even if you were not looking him back, mesmerized by his lips. He was fully aware of the effect he had on you. And you both knew it. You cursed him mentally when you realized he was doing it on purpose.

When he hummed though, that was straight up mean, and this time the curse came muttered under your breath, ¨fuck-¨

Jax smirked at your cursed response, his ego inflating. He could tell he was riling you up, and he was loving every second of it.

¨What was that, baby?¨ His voice was low and dripping with false innocence. And using baby so casually, like he would while you were together. None of it was accidental.

He took another drag, this time he watched you with a wolfish smile playing on his lips. You couldn't let him win.

Your hand went up to his face, sneaking the cigarette from him and taking it to your own lips. You exhaled the smoke in his face, lips almost brushing his.

¨Didn't say anything¨, you played along with his innocence, replicating it.

Jax´s heart skipped a beat when your hand snatched the cigarette from his mouth. He could feel your breath on his skin when your lips came so enticingly close to his. The innocent facade only making it harder not to close the space between you. But he knew it was only an act, one he wasn't buying.

He chuckled lowly, ¨Yeah, sure you didn´t¨. His eyes fell to your lips again. Your gaze was fixed on his eyes, the hungry look in them making it harder to think of a comeback.

You did what you could, taking a drag, hoping it would distract you, it didn't. ¨Yeah, sure I didn´t¨

Had it been the smartest thing to say? No, but it was the best you could come up with, so it would have to do. You had to up your game, he couldn't win. Jax found your teasing infuriating, it was also hot, yes, but infuriating. He was on edge, trying to keep his thoughts in check each time your lips wrapped around the cig. The need inside him to kiss you senseless was overwhelming, clouding his brain.

¨You're such a damn tease¨, he growled, ¨you know that?¨

To say that the growl had made your knees weak would be an understanding, so you decided to bring it up a notch too. It was only fair.

You replied in what could be considered a purr, rather than actual talking. ¨Don´t know what you´re talking about¨

His body ached to touch you, he gritted his teeth, wanting to kiss you until you couldn't breathe. Hell he wanted to kiss you until you couldn't remember your own damn name. The next time he talked you could hear the desire dripping in his rough voice, ¨God damnit, darlin´¨

You liked the effect that had had on him, so you purred again, this time closer to his ear. ¨What is it baby?¨

You hadn't meant to call him baby, it slipped, you got too lost in the heat of the moment. If you weren't so distracted, you'd realize the importance of what you had just said, the major step back you'd taken in getting over him. And his beautiful blue eyes. And his perfect lips. But he didn't give you time to think about all of that because his eyes darkened, his body stiffened by the tension. The sultry purr, calling him baby, you made him want to show you how much he'd missed you.

¨You know damn well what you're doing to me¨, the desire was mixed with a bit of a warning. It did nothing to scare you off.

Using the hand that wasn't holding the cigarette, you pulled him closer by his belt loop, all caution thrown to the wind.

¨Remember when we used to smoke together? Blowing the smoke into each others mouths?¨. You sensed him nod, watching him clench his jaw.

The reminder of those memories felt like a punch to his gut, your mouths touching, feeling your breath against him, the way your kisses would taste,...Jax felt like he was drowning.

His hands came to rest on your hips and his voice was barely rough whisper, ¨Yeah, I remember¨

You hummed, enjoying the feel of his hands on you, yours now resting on his abs, ,¨Havent done it in a long time, have you?¨

You could feel him tensing under your hand, fingers caressing his skin over the white cloth. His mind was spiraling, it had been so long since he felt your touch, and he wanted more. Jax tried to pull himself together, shaking his head and looking at your eyes.

His husky voice broke the silence, ¨No¨, and hesitantly, he added, ¨Not since you¨.

The hold on your hips got harsher, holding steady against his body. It made you press your legs together, and even worse, it pulled a groan from your throat. The fact that he hadn't done it with anyone else held significance, it felt like it was yours, it was something you did whenever your screaming matches reached a dead end. You´d share a cigarette, and it always led to this, which always led to bed. Or a couch. Or wherever. Even the pool table once.

Your legs pressing together did not go unnoticed, igniting in him the urge to pin you against the picnic table and take care of it himself. But he needed to keep some semblance of control, even if it was slipping further and further away. He did lean in closer, pressing himself against your body, his mouth so close to your ear you felt his beard scratch it.

But you couldn´r let him have this, so taking control over your body. Okay, maybe taking control was an exaggeration. Regaining an inch of self control, you whispered in his ear, ¨Wanna do it again? for old times sake?¨

Jax´x breath hitched as your breath ghosted over his ear, it took him a few seconds to understand what you said. And when he did, a shiver ghosted down his spine. His eyes fell closed as he fought the desire inside him, the want to do very ungentlemanly things to you against that table. But when had he even been a gentleman? He opened his eyes and looked at you, sending sparks though your whole body.

When he spoke and you looked up to him again his eyes were practically burning with desire. ¨Fuck yeah, I do.¨ His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to resonate through your whole body.

You did not have the strength to do anything, scared that your hands would tremble or your voice would shake. It wasn't a problem, because Jax took the cigarette from your hand, letting his knuckles graze your fingers. Your touch against his abs was driving him crazy. So did your smell. And so did your eyes, which were locked on his lips. The heat of your body, even if it was a chilly october night, made his mind travel to dark places. He took a slow drag.

¨Open up¨, his voice was raspier, holding the smoke in his lungs.

Your lips parted on their own accord, your head moving closer.That made Jax hum, itching to close the space between your mouths. His next command came right before he exhaled, not giving you time to react or answer, ¨Inhale¨. So you just obeyed, lips barely touching his.

That graze sent a wave of heat through his body. Every little detail, from the way the smoke curled around your nose to your hand tracing patterns on his abs, was more overwhelming than the last. It was a hard fight against himself, against the crippling desire to fuck you right then and there. The anticipation though, was making the moment hotter and hotter.

Your self awareness, the little voice screaming don´t do this, seemed to have disappeared with your self-esteem when he next ordered: ¨Hold it in¨. You almost moaned at that, his dominant side had always had that effect on you. Your hand moved to his waist, needing somewhere to hold on to before your knees gave out.

Your hand clutching his waist, that brought back memories. way more naked memories. Your body pressed against his, he was sure you could feel how hard he was against your thigh. And you could. It was distracting. You felt his arm move up again, but your eyes were locked on his.

Jax got closer as he spoke, his lips now millimeters from yours, ¨Ready?¨ You could taste the smoke as you exhaled.

Then your mind managed to work for a short second, what did he mean by ready?. ¨Another one?¨

Jax seemed to be a second away from tearing your dress off as he answered, ¨Yeah…another one¨. It was a challenge, he was challenging you, the stubborn bastard. But you were definitely not losing this fight.

So as the cigarette came closer to his lips again, you snatched it, ¨My turn. ¨

He could hear it in your voice, you were fighting a losing battle, so was he. The idea of losing control with you in this moment, though, seemed appealing and terrifying at the same time. What you got instead of an answer was a groan and a rub, his impossibly hard dick against your soft thigh. You didn't realize you had moaned until he mocked you for it, ¨You need to keep it together baby¨, then his head moved lower as he bit your earlobe, ¨We haven't even started yet¨.

His sass, as much as it bothered you, was hardly enough to keep you from clashing your lips with his. But he pulled away, his voice dripping sex and cockiness, ¨Show me what you got¨, nodding to the cig in your hand. And you had no voice but to obey.

So you took a long drag, hoping it would distract you from the ache between your legs. It didn't. Moving the hand from his waist to his face, you caressed his lower lip and decided to throw his words back at him.

¨Open up¨. You sounded way more confident than you were expecting, or felt for that matter. You could tell it had bothered him, good . That's not all it did, it caused him to hum. And as he parted his lips, his tongue darted out and licked your thumb. You shakingly exhaled the smoke, not knowing how much more you could take.

Jax did not need your instructions, closing the gap between you and inhaling the smoke, not pulling away even after he let the smoke out, you were breathing the same air. Jax somehow got closer, one of his hands steady on your hips as the other moved up, finally setting on the back of your head. His fingers traced patterns on your nape, sending shivers down your spine. Your mind was no longer yours as you slowly licked his lower lip. His lips parted a second later, but he didnt give in. Lucky for him, you didnt give a fuck anymore. Using the hand on his cheek, you pulled him closer and kissed him, your tongue in his mouth, battling for dominance. Fuck. It was somehow better than you remembered. And you couldn't get enough, his lips tasted like smoke and addiction.

Life never made it easy for you as the clubhouse door flew open, breaking the moment, shedding light and noise on you. On your compromising position.

#jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #jax teller fanfic #jax teller #soa #sons of anarchy #samcro

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regal-bones · 1 year ago

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SWORDTEMBER DAY 1 : WITCH

Hazel, of of runic metal and living magic 🌿🧹 "Feel the forest - it is alive, the magic is alive, you are alive. What an honour, to feel the earth beneath your feet, and the sweet smell of the trees fill your lungs. Do not take this blessing for granted."

Swordtember is finally back! I am so excited for this month, I can’t wait!! Our first sword is a spooky one - I hope you’re all having a lovely day :} ❤️

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jbwashere · 2 months ago

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YIPPIE!!! MY GIRL!! THANK YOU!!

@jbwashere

come get your food

#oc: hazel #spooky month oc #spooky month #jbwashere talks

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mothdruid · 1 year ago

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Mine

pairing. werewolf!Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x afab!reader

word count. 2.4k

warnings. this is an 18+ piece of work, minors buzz off. 18+, mdni, smut, werewolf smut, penetrative sex (p in v), oral sex (fem receiving), possessiveness/jealousy, knotting, cream pie, bradley is in human form but his dick has a knot (sorry, not sorry)

author's note. this is my first out of three spooky-ish fics for this month. they will all be werewolves and it will be werewolf sex. bradbrad is first, bobert second, jacob third. enjoy!

Bradley had always had a possessiveness about you. Ever since the moment he met you it started. It could have been because you were his mate, or at least that’s what his wolf instincts said. His human brain helped decipher the animal instincts, keep them at bay for the most part. But every now and then they slip and run loose. Just like tonight.

The two of you had gone out for some drinks with the rest of the pack. It was Halloween, the only time of the year that most of them felt appreciated to a degree. It was all going smoothly, that was until some guy tried to hit on you. Or actually, he bought you a drink and hit on you. Bradley was having none of that shit. Red had blurred his vision the moment he saw it, instinct kicking in.

Everyone in the pack noticed immediately. They all stiffened as Bradley sauntered across the bar towards you. All he kept thinking was about how you were merely supposed to just get new drinks, and now this dick weasel was trying to get what was his.

You could feel his presence immediately, turning your head slightly to make sure it was him. It wasn’t that you were planning for this to happen. You never planned to prod at Bradley’s jealous side, but when he got jealous, or possessive as he called it, you got excited. It always meant a good fuck and excellent aftercare. So, when it happened you let it, not trying to reason with the instincts inside of him.

When his hand wrapped around your waist excitement shot through you. Bradley nuzzled into you jaw lightly, nothing too over kill. The man who was trying to hit on you gave an extremely offended look, confused about the sight in front of him. That’s when you decided to play a little innocent, giving him a confused look back.

“Hey, pal, I was talking to her first,” the guy eventually said.

All Bradley did was look up at him, eyes full of anger. The man immediately stiffened and left, muttering something about how he wasted his money. Once he was gone Bradley’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer to his body. You placed your hand over his and turned to look at him better.

“Jealous?”

“I don’t like to share,” Bradley growled low into your ear.

“You know that wasn’t going to happen,” you assured him.

Bradley’s eyes met yours, sending a thrill down your spine. The green in his hazel eyes looked vibrant, the green monster of envy bleeding through. A shaky breath left you as you held your gaze to his. He used the arm wrapped around your back to turn you towards him. His free hand settled against your left hip, close to the hands that was gripping the left side of your waist. Your body was pressed close to his now.

“Bradley,” his name was barely above a whisper.

“We’re going home.”

There wasn’t even time to say goodbye before he was ushering you to the Bronco. A few people were outside smoking, only taking notice of you two once Bradley pressed you against the Bronco. Hot breath fanned over your neck, lips ghosting over your skin. It was as if he was scenting you, making sure you still smelled completely like him.

“Bradley, people are staring,” you whimpered.

“Let them,” he nipped the space below your ear, “everyone needs to know you’re mine.”

A soft moan left you as he rolled his hips against yours. Your hands ran over his clothed chest, fingers gripping his shirt lightly. He slipped his knee between your legs and gripped your hips. He guided your hips over his thigh, groaning as he watched you start to ride his thigh. Bradley latched his lips onto your neck, licking and biting the skin while listening to your moans.

The pressure was from his thigh was intoxicating. The way his thigh was so firm against you. You were clenching at the sensation, moaning each time you rolled your hips down. Wetness was starting to dampen your underwear. It was just enough but not enough at all.

“Such a slut,” Bradley growled into your skin, “riding my thigh in front of everyone, letting them know that you’re mine.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” A small amount of snark in your voice.

Bradley groaned then rested his head on your shoulder. Without warning he opened the door to the Bronco. The noise startled you enough to stop your movements. Bradley pulled back a little bit, smelling your junction of your neck and shoulder momentarily.

“Get in,” Bradley commanded while removing his body from yours.

Without a second thought you nodded your head. You climb into the passenger seat, the door harshly closed once you were settled. Bradley rounded the car quickly, needing to get you home as soon as possible. He had to have you whining under him as he reminded you of who you belonged to. He knew that you knew, but just needed to be inside of you of while you screamed his name. Needed to get his knot deep inside your cunt.

Once he got into the driver seat he groaned, fists tightening on the steering wheel. You were drenched, he could fucking smell it. He contemplated taking you in the car right now. The only thing that stopped him was the space. There wasn’t enough space for him to throw you around, spread you out while he ravished you.

The sweet smell of your wetness was driving him wild, threatening to push him over the edge. His grip was tight on the steering wheel the whole drive back. Instincts were telling him that you were in need, needing him to fuck you until you were so full of his cum you couldn’t take it anymore. When the two of you arrived home it took everything in him not to simply fuck you on the porch. But once you were in the door, nothing could stop him.

You barely had time to take your shoes off before he was dragging you to the bedroom. Your back hit the bed with a small bounce. Bradley took his t-shirt off before blanketing you with his body. The warmth was radiating into your bones, frying your nerves in the process. Your hands were fumbling across Bradley’s skin, trying to find a spot to grab. Eventually Bradley grabbed both your hands, effectively pinning you to the bed.

“God,” Bradley took a deep sniff of your scent, “you’re practically fucking begging me for it.”

He slotted himself between your thighs, reveling in the way you moaned at his words. Immediately he started rutting against you, groaning deep in your ear. You rolled your hips back, whining at the pressure you had missed. You could feel his cock through his jeans and yours. You could swear that you could feel his knot throbbing at the base of his cock, threatening to pop at any moment.

With the way his hips were rolling, you were sure that you were going to cum. But then suddenly he stopped, letting go of your hands too. Without warning he started undressing you. He let out a groan when he saw your bare chest, taking a nipple into his mouth instantly. The noise you were making were heaven to his ears, adding more fuel to his fire.

A gasp left you as he bite your nipple. You barely even noticed him pulling your pants off you. It was the noise of your panties being torn that pulled you slightly out of your pleasure. Bradley moved your body quickly, grabbed your thighs and shoved the apart even further. The thought of his grip bruising your thighs sent a thrill down your spine. You loved when he bruised you, Bradley did too. That possessive wolf trait being overjoyed when it happens.

It was like he was a dog in a drought the way he lapped at your cunt. Broad strokes continued over your clit while you moaned. Bradley wrapped one arm around your left thigh, keeping you close to him. Pleasure kept mounting inside of your abdomen, your body starting to quiver from it. Bradley loved it though. Watching you fall apart on his tongue. It was almost as fulfilling as when you fell apart on his cock.

One of your hands moved out to clutch the bedding, the other moved to Bradley’s hair. You tugged at his locks, earning you a groan from Bradley. The vibrations traveled through your core and pulled a moan from you.

“Bradley, I’m clo-”

“Not until I say.”

A sound of disappointment left you when Bradley detached from you. He sat back on his heels, unbuckling his belt while staring down at you. It was if he had run a marathon, chest heaving and face red. A smirk formed on his face as he looked at your body. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that you were his, wondering how he was so lucky.

“Now dearest,” Bradley pushed his pants and boxers down his hips, “did you really think I was gonna let you cum so quickly, especially after that stunt at the bar?”

All you could do was stare, words suddenly escaping you.

“Such a slut,” Bradley stroked himself. He moved closer to you, running the tip of his cock through your folds. It was almost like you could feel the head of his cock throbbing.

“Please,” you begged.

“You think begging is going to get you anywhere?” Bradley lined himself up with your entrance.

After a moment he pushed inside of you. The stretch had you arching your back, moaning loudly in pleasure. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His hips started at a brutal pace, fucking you hard and fast. He leaned down over you, his face now level with yours. His smirk was devilish while he fucked you wildly. Fucked you like the animal he was.

“First, you flirt with that shit head,” Bradley growled, “then you act so innocent, knowing damn well you’re my slut.” Bradley thrust deep in you, stilling his hips flush against yours. “Next you’re begging as if I won’t take care of you. Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Make sure you don’t forget who fucks,” he rolled his hips slightly, “you, who takes care of you after you’re full of me?”

“No, I’m yours, I know I’m yours,” you whined, brain barely working.

“Need me to mark you?” Bradley said, grip tightening on your wrists. He leaned down near the junction of your neck and shoulder. His hot breath ghosted over the spot, tongue darting out for a moment to run over it. “Then everyone will know, everyone will see that you’re mine.”

A whine emanated out of you, his words making you clench around his cock. The two of you had discussed it once, but had never revisited the topic. Marking was special, bonding the two of you together forever. It felt more risky than marriage, no matter how many times Bradley said he knew you were the one. But using it as a threat, it had you like putty in his hand.

“Does that turn you on? The thought of everyone knowing how well I fuck you from a simple glance?” Bradley growled then nipped your ear. His thrusts resumed, a littler slower this time, but still full of power.

Noises kept pouring from you, Bradley’s personal favorite soundtrack. A mix of sweat and sex filled the air around you two. Bradley was able to pick up on only a few more scents, but they were all of you. He finally let go of your wrists, hands snaking underneath you to hold you close. His thrusts were heavy, pounding deep into you and hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand clawing his skin while the other threaded through his hair.

That’s when you started to feel it. Bradley’s knot. The base of his cock was starting to swell, his knot becoming more pronounced. It was starting to catch on your entrance slightly, sending more waves of pleasure through you. Within the matter of seconds you were coming on his cock. And he felt all of it.

Bradley worked you through your orgasm. He was trying to fight his off, wanting to make sure you got the most out of yours. But he couldn’t hold off that long. Only a few seconds later he was coming, knot popping out and locking the two of you together. Your moan got caught in your throat, the sensation of being even more full numbing your mind. All Bradley could do was rock a little bit, but not enough to have his knot hurt you. He pressed soft kisses to the side of your neck and face, hands gliding up and down your side in a comforting manor.

“You okay?” He whispered, wanting to make sure he wasn’t too harsh.

“I’m good, I’m good,” your voice was breathy.

You ran your hands through his hair lightly. He rested his head down on your chest, knowing the two of you were going to be like this for the next thirty minutes.

“I’m sorry,” Bradley whispered into your skin.

“For what?” You asked while you started to trace patterns over his back.

“For being like that,” Bradley knew he was possessive, but after the haze wore off he got embarrassed.

“Don’t be,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “it’s pretty hot.”

Thirty minutes passed and Bradley’s knot finally subsided. He removed himself from you as gently as possible. Both of you let out a noise of relief and disappointment. You felt his cum start to leak out of you, which you grimaced at. Bradley quickly ran to the bathroom, getting a warm wet washcloth. He carefully cleaned you up when he returned. The two of you laid next to one another, his arm draped over you to keep you close.

“I don’t actually think you’re a slut,” Bradley said quietly.

It always made you laugh a little bit. It had to be the embarrassment, there was no other explanation. Any time this happened he would get in his feelings, worried about what he said while basically controlled by animal instincts. But no matter what you always reassured him.

“I know you don’t, Bradley,” you paused for a a moment, “and Bradley?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

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puzzled-pegasus · 12 days ago

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Baby Demigod HCs

Jason made 0 facial expressions and didn't smile until he was like 6 years old. Thalia would come in like "hi jason! :DD how are you" and 2 yr old jason would be like 🔵_🔵 and maybe just wave back if she's lucky

Jason didn't cry all that much because his mom didn't really answer him but she also ignored his screams during the stapler incident until Thalia had to come to her and be like "mom your son is bleeding"

Percy had his floofy black hair since birth

Also. Percy was the most judgy looking baby. Sally would have him in a stroller at the store and hed just be looking at strangers like 🤨 obviously not intentionally his face is just Like that

He really liked bathtime because duh except sometimes he telekinetically doused his mom with bath water because he thought it was hilarious

Leo started laughing rlly early and his mom was like omg so cute and tried to make him laugh but Hera found it super annoying but the more annoyed she looked the more baby leo laughed his ass off

Not a headcanon but like picture Leo as a toddler with his curly hair and his little michevous child smile how fricking adorable

Piper as we know had the most grating cry that was IMPOSSIBLE to tune out and I can only imagine how exhausting that would be like if she throws a tantrum at a walmart every single person there is like oh my GOD remove that child I can't handle the screams

i also think that Piper has a stim habit of flapping her hands and it's been there since she could stand

Hazel was the cutest baby ever except that her light eyes were rlly spooky

Frank was born rlly big and long and also after a few months he had SO much baby fat

Annabeth learned to talk pretty early and she would babble to herself all the time like she was processing things she saw out loud to try and figure them out

Also her first word was "doggie" and she would have full one sided conversations with the dog as a toddler because she didn't realize it wasn't a human family member yet

im sorry theres not very many maybe I'll have more later 😭 feel free to add

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redheadspark · 30 days ago

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Going to a carnival/fair &

With Ominis!

A/N - STELLA! This is great! I love writing Ominis, and I hope you like it bestie!

A Winner

Summary - You and Ominis take your daughter to the All Hallows Eve festival in Hogsmeade

Warnings - Nothing but cute domestic fluff :)

“Ah, this is wildly crowded, Ominis. You sure you want to go in?”

“I don’t see why not. Besides, Nora seems to want to check out the pumpkins. Don’t you, dear?”

Nora babbled in your hold, a sure sign she was agreeing with her father as you grinned and kissed her chubby cheek. The pair of you walked side by side through the covered bridge into the busy streets of the magical little town, banners of orange and yellow strung from building to building decorated with autumn leaves that were enchanted to fall constantly onto the cobbled stone walkways. The sweet scent of apple cider and pumpkin pasties was floating in the air like clouds, children running to and fro and weaving amongst the citizens and Hogwarts students attending the festival. A local band was playing in the grand areas to the right, playing a spooky melody as the enchanted bush shaped like a dragon was breathing smoke through its nostrils.

You were arm and arm with Omnis, who was using his wand as a guide and leaning against you as you led the way with Nora strapped to your chest in a swaddle. She was nearly 8 months old now, babbling and squawking all throughout the day and wishing to have her voice heard. She was a perfect mixture of her mother and father, though she inherited her father’s bright blond hair and light complexion. But she got her freckles and hazel eyes from you, which made you smile from ear to ear to see it every day when she woke up from her slumber or laughed at you tickling her. She was an inquisitive babe, something you knew she got from Omnis as well as his “judgmental” face. When she used the face for the first time, you had to laugh and hide your smile behind your hand.

You were thankful that your husband and Nora’s father could not see the look on his daughter’s face, but judging by the sound of your muffled laughter, he knew exactly what happened.

Now that she was no longer a small infant, her curiosity grew and grew over time. She would spend time outside with you on her quilt as you worked in the garden by your cottage when the weather was nice, her legs attempting to make her crawl over to a small cluster of flowers to the laundry line that hung her favorite blanket. You loved that she was inquisitive and curious, never one to be shy when meeting someone new. Especially with your old school friends, they were excited to meet your daughter and spoil her rotten.

Garrett teased in getting her some of his stash of invented candy, to which both yourself and Ominis delicately declined.

Hogsmeade was throwing a Halloween festival on All Hallow’s Eve, and invited all the hamlets near and far to come to the magical town and be part of the activities. You and Ominis were highly interested, mainly because Nora was big enough and it would get the pair of you out of the house. So with Nora strapped against you and a pocket full of Galleons to spend, both yourself and Omnis left your little home and headed over to Hogsmeade on the other side of Hogwarts.

The sun was high up in the air and the crisp of the wind sailed through, making the banners and flags flow freely while you both were drinking in the sights and sounds of the little town you both grew to love as students not so long ago.

“Ah, there’s the pumpkin patch! Let’s see if we can pick one out for Nora,” You said to Omnis, guiding him over to the left where the community garden was tucked away. Pumpkins of various sizes were sprawled about, about 6 others were there finding their own pumpkins to take home as enchanted watering cans were tending to the wildflowers and veggies growing in the back. Making your way up the path, you noticed Nora looking at some of the leaves that were dancing in the air above her, Nora cooing as her bright eyes went wide in view.

“Do that have any her size?” Ominis asked in curiosity as you stood amongst the pumpkins, “I hope we didn’t miss the good ones,”

“No there are still a few left,” you reassured him, “Some of these must have come from Hogwarts since they’re rather large and great in proportion. They make mine look rather dull, to be honest,”

“Come now, your pumpkins are perfect,” Ominis reassured you as he situated himself on a stone bench in the middle of the cluster of pumpkins that nestled amongst the growing weeds. You carefully took Nora out of her wrap, placing her gently in Ominis’s lap as he held her protectively. Her eyes watched you in amazement while you searched for the perfect pumpkin, screeching and babbling wildly at you as her father chuckled.

“Are you trying to tell your mother which one to pick, sweetheart? What a bossy young lady,” Ominis said in a snort as he leaned down to kiss the top of Nora’s ringlet hair that seemed to shin from the sun high above her.

“She inherited that from you, you know,” You commented as you grabbed a smaller pumpkin in your hands, feeling the texture and the eight within your palms. You grinned, walking back to kneel in front of Nora, who was watching you with unwavering attention.

“What do you think, my darling?” You asked her, seeing her eyes go from you to the pumpkin you placed from her legs. She grinned, slapping the surface of the pumpkin a few times before attempting to eat it.

“She’s a hard nut to crack, she got that from you,” Ominis joked in retaliation, making you glare at him as he chuckled. Nora in return giggled from hearing her father’s laugh as you took the pumpkin from her daughter to seek out another pumpkin to her liking.

“We should get a bigger one to carve together, it would look nice in our garden,” Ominis stated, though you snorted.

“Do you remember what happened last time you tried to carve a pumpkin?” You asked him, not being able to see him yet you knew he was flushed deep down, “Thankfully we both know enough charms to mend the wound before we would resort to heading to St. Mungos. Natty almost lost it when I told her, and we’l get laughed at if I have to haul you down to St. Mungo’s again,”

“I do wish to forget that night, even when it was amusing, to say the least,” Ominis joked as you grabbed another pumpkin, slightly bigger but it was perfectly round. You had to wonder why it wasn’t snatched up already, then again it was hiding behind the stone wall that was tucked in the back of the garden.

Snagging the pumpkin carefully, you made your way back to your husband and daughter, once again kneeling in front of her and seeing her tilt her head to the pumpkin. She then grinned widely, a dribble of drool on her chin as she giggled. You knew then that you found the right one just for her.

“I think we have a winner, dear,” You said to Ominis, Nora reaching out for the pumpkin earnestly.

After finding another pumpkin to carve and paying for the two, you placed enchantments of them to be taken back to your cottage with a “pop”, both pumpkins disappearing and reappearing in your home. Ominis wished to walk around a bit more to buy from some of the street vendors, grabbing a few potion supplies and gardening seeds that were on sale. You were glad you brought a bag to carry your new purchases, and the pair of you decided to grab something to eat for a late lunch before heading home for the evening.

Perched outside the small cafe with Nora strapped to your front again in her wrap and fast asleep, you and Ominis chatted about work and the upcoming get-together Poppy was planning at her grandmother’s home. With the cool crisp air coming through Hogsmeade and the sun slowly descending over the foothills behind you, you paused and looked at the ever glorious view of Hogwarts.

Seeing the castle right next to the lake, the stained glass windows that almost brought color no matter the time of day, brought back good and not-so-good memories. It felt like yesterday when you were a student walking within those walls, climbing those massive stairs, and making all of those friends that ended up staying your friends past graduation.

But you were mostly thankful for the man sitting across from you, for not just giving you a daughter and a simple life along that lakeside to chase away the demons that haunted you, but for loving you with all of him and with no abandon. Even after losing Sebastian and feeling lower than low, Ominis picked you up with both hands and made sure you would never fall again. You never felt that much love and friendship before until he came around.

“Darling?”

You blinked and looked back at Ominis, who was next to you in his chair, caressing his daughter’s blond hair as she slept peacefully against your chest. His fingers along her scalp, his light eyes in your direction as he looked a pinched concerned.

“You okay?” He asked calmly, making you smile and reach over to take his hand from the top of Nora’s head. You laced your fingers together, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours making you smile even bigger.

“More than okay,” You hummed in return. Ominis grinned from ear to ear, taking your joined hands over to delicately kiss the back of your hand. You were, in fact, more than okay. These past few years together face the rest of your life, you could not trade any part of it for anything else in the world.

The End.

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