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lilpunkrock · 2 years

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Black Silk

Status: One-Shot

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.8k+

AN: There is a heartwrenching lack of Jack Russell content on Tumblr, so I'm here to throw my hat in the ring. Enjoy a whole lot of fluff and, yes, sensual sniffing with everyone's favorite wolf boy.

Read my other Jack Russell works here and here.

Translations:

"Cautivante" — "captivating"

"Mi amada" — "my darling," "my love"

"Señorita" — equivalent of "miss"

"Lo siento" — "I'm sorry"

. . .

When you see the dark figure walking along the side of the bustling highway, you’re sure it’s for the first time. After all, you’ve been driving this route every day for years now; you know it like the back of your hand. In your swiftly moving car—hey, so what if you like driving six miles over the speed limit at all times, sue you—you aren’t able to catch many details. A dark outfit and mop of ruffled hair is all that your mind absorbs in the brief moment you have to gather information. As you fly past, your eyes linger on the figure in your rearview mirror.

Are they lost? Having car trouble? Homeless? Your heart clenches as you watch several other cars pass up stopping for the stranger in addition to your own. You’ve listened to enough true crime podcasts to know some core rules to live by. Sure, none of them explicitly stated, ‘Don’t pick up strangers off the side of the highway,’ but you felt you could gather as much from context clues. Still, as the figure’s form grows smaller in your mirror, you find yourself heaving a reluctant sigh. It’s unusually cold for late October—under forty currently, with a low of twenty-nine degrees expected tonight—and the sun will set in just a handful of hours. If you’re driving with your seat warmers on, you know the stranger must be freezing. You don’t think they were even wearing a coat.

After you’ve pulled off the side of the road, you throw the gear in reverse to close the distance between yourself and your stranger. The figure stops in the glow of your red tail lights, anticipating your approach. When you’re several feet away, you throw the vehicle in park, grab your bottle of pepper spray, and slip out of the car before you can change your mind.

The face that greets you when you turn around is…endearing. Your stranger is a middle-aged man with warm-toned skin, a prominent nose, and a strong, square jaw. His salt-and-pepper hair looks like it’s been freshly touseled, complimenting the dark shadow of stubble along his jaw. His green eyes are wide as he stares at you, his pale pink lips parted in surprise.

Standing here with his startled eyes upon you, you suddenly feel incredibly awkward. Maybe he didn’t want to be helped. Maybe he was perfectly fine walking on the side of the highway. Then, a frigid wind whisks past you, cutting right through your cashmere sweater, and you decide no, there was no way. This guy was dressed in nothing more than a plain black crew neck sweater and dark jeans. It was impossible for him to not be freezing.

“Uh, hi,” you greet him awkwardly with a small, sheepish wave. “I’m sorry, I know this is really abrupt, but I just saw you walking on the side of the road and…aren’t you freezing?”

The stranger’s eyebrows jump upward in surprise. He looks down at his clothes as if wondering to himself, ‘Should I be cold?’ He lifts his head to look at you again. “Uh, no. I’m not, actually.” His voice is soft, lilting slightly with a distinct accent. He offers you a small smile. There’s something about the slight crook of his teeth on the upper left hand side of his mouth that melts the awkwardness from your bones. “I guess you could say I’m pretty warm blooded. I always run a little on the hot side.”

You nod thoughtfully, though you really can’t fathom how he’s not freezing his ass off right now. “Okay. Well, why are you walking out here? Where are you coming from?”

“Ah, my friend and I recently moved here. I live just that way,” he explains with enthusiasm, pointing one hand toward the expansive forest sprawling off the side of the highway.

Your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. You’ve lived in this area all your life, have spent countless weekends walking the trails in those very woods. You know no one lives within them. Is he homeless, then? you wonder. Deeming it rude to pry, you instead respond, “Oh, okay. Well, is there anywhere you want me to take you?”

The stranger’s eyebrows raise again, as if this thought had never occurred to him. “Actually, I was just walking to town to get coffee for my friend and I. Once a month we have a bit of…a, uh…a wild night, you could say. I was trying to get prepared before dark.”

You purse your lips, debating on how to give him the bad news. He definitely must be new to the area. “Well, I hate to tell you this, mystery man, but you’re moving away from town.” You point your finger in the opposite direction of where he was walking, back toward where you’d driven from. “Town is about twenty minutes that way.”

The stranger’s face falls at your words. Something about the tender disappointment in his expression reminds you of a kicked puppy. Your heart clenches at the sight. “Oh,” he says softly, seemingly at a loss for words.

You offer him a friendly smile, seeking to lift his spirits. ��I could drive you, if you wanted.” The words are out of your mouth before you even have time to contemplate them. What the fuck? the logical, true-crime-podcast-obsessed part of your mind hisses. Your pitiful heart pushes back, still insistent on helping this poor, coffee-needing, puppy-esque man.

The stranger’s eyes brighten for a moment, glimmering a brilliant shade of grassy green. But then he lifts his hands, as if in apology. “That is very kind of you, señorita, but I must decline. I really need to be back before dark.” His voice is slightly anxious as he raises his hand to scratch behind one ear.

Señorita. Your heart melts slightly at the word. Why were accents always so damn endearing? You shake your head at him. “Nonsense. If you need to be back before dark, that’s all the more reason for me to take you. You’ll never make it back in time on foot.”

The stranger seems to weigh this hefty truth, nibbling his bottom lip in thought. The crook in his teeth peeks out at you adorably. Staring is rude, you chastise yourself, tearing your eyes from the sight. After a long moment of hesitation, he gives a slow nod. “Alright, you’ve got me. I thank you for your generosity.”

You give him a wide, toothy grin, beckoning him back toward your vehicle. As he climbs into the passenger seat, you quirk an eyebrow at him expectantly. “No thanks needed, mystery man. I will, however, require payment in the form of your name.”

The stranger gets to work making himself comfortable, burrowing his back into the warmth of the heated seat. He peers at you out of the corner of his eye at your question, watching you curiously. After a long moment, his lips draw into a slow smile. “Jack. Jack Russell,” he says quietly with a nod of affirmation.

Your lips upturn slowly, mirroring his. “Well, Jack Russell, it’s nice to meet you. Now, let’s go get you that coffee.”

. . .

The more you observe your new friend during your drive, the more convinced you are that his spirit animal would be a dog. Jack rides with his high cheekbone pressed against the window, his green eyes bright and curious. The radiant, warm-toned fall foliage passes by in a blur outside, along with birds, cars, and road signs. His eager eyes flicker about, taking in all of it in rapid succession. Your heart flutters at the earnesty in his gaze, the bone-deep contentment in his expression. If picking up this handsome, puppy-eyed stranger off the side of the highway was how you became the subject of one of your true crime podcasts…well, so be it.

Several quiet minutes into your drive, you clear your throat quietly, seeking to break the silence. “So, Jack, where are you from?”

Jack’s gaze lingers on a small cluster of deer grazing beside the treeline before he draws his eyes to you. When he does, his gaze is all-consuming, attentive. Having grown up in a world with constant sources of distraction, the sheer intensity of his focus on you is startling. “I have lived in many places, actually. I typically do not stay in one space for too long. My work keeps me busy.”

Your heart clenches slightly at his admission, and you mentally chastise yourself for it. Why be disappointed that he doesn’t stick around? It wasn’t as if you were liable to see him again, anyway. “Oh, I see. Well, what do you do for work?”

A heavy pause. “I hunt monsters,” he says seriously.

His words hang in the air for a long moment, suspended. Then, your abrupt laughter fills the car. Sure, the two of you might live in a world of spidermen, aliens, and tech genius superheroes, but you had never heard of any monsters. Jack gives you a cheeky grin, the quiet rumble of laughter in his throat joining in with yours. “Ah, a comedian, then,” you comment, shooting him a knowing glance. “And your friend? What do they do?”

Jack’s eyes turn to the ceiling of your car, that warm grin still plastered on his face. “I suppose you could say we’re a traveling duo,” he says simply.

You shake your head incredulously, a soft chuckle purring in your throat. You’re inclined to pry more, but think better of it. After all, you’d only asked for his name in payment for the ride, not his entire life story. “You said you had a wild night planned. What are you up to?”

Jack’s olive green eyes turn to you again, dancing in the low light of the late-afternoon sun. His cheeks are flushed pink from the warmth of the car. “We’re going to…watch the moon,” he responds.

Now, that one makes you deadpan. “Watch the moon,” you echo, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

Jack only hums in response, affixing you with a closed-mouth smile and a self-satisfied gaze. His eyes twinkle in challenge, as if to say, ‘You don’t believe me?’ You pin him with a knowing look and a smirk of your own as you flick your blinker on, turning into the approaching Walmart parking lot. “Alright, mystery man, keep your secrets,” you say with a laugh. “We’re here. Let’s get you that coffee so you can get on to your…moon watching.”

Pulling into the first parking spot you see, you turn off the car and exit it swiftly, Jack following quickly behind you. Though nightfall is a little over an hour off, you want to be conscientious of his need to get home before dark, especially if he was going to be trekking through the woods. As you walk toward the grocery entrance, Jack’s head moves on a swivel, taking in the sight of customers coming to and from the building like a kid in a candy store. Lost in thought, he nearly walks directly into an elderly woman pushing her cart toward her car. Jumping back just in time, he murmurs a sheepish, “Lo siento,” and bows his head in apology before shuffling after you. An amused chuckle rises up in your throat, and you trap it behind a smile.

As the two of you approach the grocery entrance, you spy the familiar sight of a Girl Scout’s booth set up just outside. A young girl, likely not even ten-years-old, stands beside the booth, her scout’s sash displayed proudly over the thick coat she wears. She bravely steps forward as customers enter and exit the store to give her brief sales pitch. Your heart aches at the crestfallen expression on her face when customers respond with gentle denials. Your hand is dipping into your purse before you even realize it, your fingers clasping onto your wallet.

“Hi,” you say kindly as you and Jack come to a stop beside her booth. She turns toward you quickly, all bouncy black curls and brown doe eyes. You give her a radiant smile as you hold out a handful of bills. “I’ll take a box of Tagalongs and Adventurefuls, please. And you can keep the change.”

The girl positively beams at you as she accepts your money with tentative fingers. When she places the boxes in your hands moments later, you add with a wide smile, “Thank you so much. You have no idea how you just made my day.”

Tagalongs and Adventurefuls in tow, you and Jack walk into the store with purpose in your step. As your eye searches for the aisle marker labeled ‘Coffee,’ you can’t help but notice Jack staring at you out of the corner of your eye. At first, you think it’s just a momentary glance, but when you still spy his face turned toward you after several seconds of walking, you turn to look at him fully. He’s pinning you with the same thoughtful gaze as he had in the car, all closed-lipped smiles and twinkling eyes. As if he’s collecting observations of you and bottling them up, studious impressions reserved for him and him alone.

Suddenly acutely self-conscious, you give him a nervous smile. “What is it?” you ask, voice quiet with hesitation.

Jack’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he dips his head to his chest, his eyes never straying from yours. “You are very kind, señorita. Helping strangers as you do.” His voice is soft and earnest, each word carefully crafted and caressed as they pass the curve of his pink lips. He seems to smile a little wider as he adds, “Myself included.”

Your lips part slightly in surprise at his statement, heat flushing your cheeks in a rush. Was it hot in this Walmart or what? You’d need to tell a manager that the thermostat was a little off if you spotted one. “Well, I’m definitely not perfect, but the world desperately needs more kindness. I try to do what I can,” you say bashfully. Seeking to divert the focus of conversation from yourself, you fix him with a knowing gaze. “You seem like a pretty nice guy yourself.”

Jack chuckles quietly at you, turning his olive green eyes to the aisle signs overhead. “You are too generous to this stranger, señorita. I try to be as kind as I can. I struggle once in a full moon, but I suppose we all do.”

You giggle good-naturedly at his slip. “You mean once in a blue moon?”

Jack’s lips part slightly, his expression one of genuine surprise. However, it lasts only a moment. He quickly gives you a sheepish grin, raising a hand to scratch hastily behind his ear. A nervous tick, you supposed. “Uh, yes, right. Of course.”

Within moments, you find yourself alongside the coffee aisle. You dip into it swiftly, Jack following only a step behind. You come to a stop in the center of the coffee section, a wide array of possibilities available before you. “So, what kind are you looking for?” you ask expectantly.

Jack’s eyes rove over the options quickly, seemingly seeing everything and nothing at once. His dark brows knit inward as he admits, “I…I’m not sure. My friend, Ted, normally gets the coffee. I haven’t any idea what I am looking for.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. If this man had no idea what type of coffee to get, there was only one way to proceed. “Black Silk,” you say matter-of-factly.

Jack turns to you slowly, confusion pinching his handsome features. “Black silk?” he echoes, the words rolling off his tongue without recognition.

You nod wholeheartedly, eyes imploring and earnest. If there was one way you could truly help this man today, it would be this. “Yes. Folgers’ Black Silk. The only option when it comes to purchasing coffee. Especially if you don’t know where to start.” You beckon him toward the shelves of familiar red containers. Your trained eye finds the black-labeled tub instantly, and you crouch down, grabbing the largest option with eager fingers. “Let me tell you, mystery man. This coffee right here? A life changer.”

“Oh.” Jack’s eyes are wide as saucers as he looks from you, to the container in your hands, and back to you. One corner of his full lips creeps upward as he gazes at you in equal parts amusement and intrigue. “A life changer, you say?”

You nod.

“And you think I need the largest tub they have?” An adorable peekaboo from that crooked grin of his. If you didn’t stop staring, you’d be reduced to nothing but a puddle on the floor. Clean up in Aisle 20.

“Yes. You’ll thank me later. If you’re doubting me…” Your gaze sweeps the aisle on either side of you. It’s just the two of you here, alone. Your fingers make quick work of popping the lid from its place and peeling back a section of the Aromaseal within. “...then just smell it. I promise, all your doubts will be erased.”

Jack’s eyes dance with amusement as his gaze flickers between you and the coffee. You hold your ground, a challenge portrayed in the slant of your smirk. As if to say, ‘Yes, this is a hill I will die on.’ After several moments of bated breath, Jack lowers his head to the lip of the container. Instead of drawing in a long inhale like most human beings, he sucks in several short, rapid sniffs in succession. In that moment, you’re signed, sealed, and delivered–this man’s spirit animal is undeniably a dog, without question. Shaking your head incredulously, you close your eyes and dip your chin to savor the aroma yourself.

The first word that enters your mind as you draw in a deep inhale is ‘bold.’ The scent of the dark roast is rich and robust as it weaves through your senses, awakening them instantaneously. The aroma is intense, luxurious, alluring. Your mouth waters unbidden as you hold the scent in, savoring it, before exhaling slowly through your nose. You can practically taste the notes of dark chocolate and smoke on your tongue.

Satisfied, you slowly open your eyes. When you do, you find yourself gazing into two pools of olive green. Jack stares at you over the container of Black Silk between you, his eyes thoughtful, watchful, attentive. There is a gentleness behind his soft gaze, something intangible in the supple curve of his lips and his vaguely knotted brow that is fond, affectionate.

“Cautivante.” The endearment is spoken on a breath, so faint you’re unsure you truly heard it. Your eyes fall to Jack’s lips, now parted slightly with bated breath. Your heartbeat flutters rapidly in your chest, fast as hummingbird wings, making you dizzy. Your very flesh seems to sing under his enthralled gaze, your skin warm and flushed, your knees weak. Unable to pry your eyes from the softness of his lips, the dip of his Cupid’s Bow. Your own lips seem to hum under his watch, calling out to him, buzzing so intensely you’re certain he must be able to see it, to feel it. As if drawn together by an invisible thread, you see him inch imperceptibly closer, and you mirror him, the song in your bones growing louder and louder–

Ca-thunk. The sound nearly startles you out of your skin, slicing clean through the tension of the moment. Jumping backward, you turn to look past Jack at a very uncomfortable-looking woman several paces away. It’s very clear that she had been aware of your little….moment and had been trying to grab her tub of coffee unnoticed. Sorry, she mouths with a pained grimace. She dips down to grab the container of French roast that she had dropped on the floor and scurries off without another word.

Fuck, your mind groans as panic sets in. Your gaze reluctantly slides to Jack, expecting to find his face twisted in regret, mortification, or awkwardness. Instead, you find him still watching you intently, captivated, spellbound. His olive eyes drink in your features like a man starved of drink. The feeling steals your breath away.

You watch as his lips part wider, as he draws in a breath to speak. A rush of white hot panic sends your heart leaping into your throat at the sight. What would he say? Nerves thoroughly fried, you weren’t sure you could handle it, good or bad. So you beat him to it, hastily blurting out, “So, did you like it?”

For a long moment, Jack’s expression hangs suspended, still as stone. He scarcely breathes as his eyes rove over your features, searching. You give him an awkward half-smile, mentally loathing yourself and your painful awkwardness in matters of affection. Part of you wants to tuck tail and run as far away from here as possible, hoping to save some scrap of your dignity. A bigger part of you wants to take his handsome, stubbled face in your hands and press those blush pink lips to yours, throwing caution to the wind.

But neither of those things happen. When Jack finally releases the breath he’s been holding, the sound is low, wistful. “Yes, I liked it very much,” he says quietly, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t place.

You release a bated breath of your own. Regret fills the space it once occupied, cold and heavy. “Alright, then…Great. Let’s get you home to your friend.”

. . .

The ride back from town is quiet. Well, quiet on the outside. The inside of your mind is utter turmoil, a cacophonous tirade of:

What the fuck were you thinking–

Damn that woman–

He’s still a stranger, you know. You never should have picked up a stranger–

His lips were so perfect, how the hell can he be so–

“Here will do.”

Jack’s soft voice startles you out of your mental beratement so abruptly that you have to white-knuckle the steering wheel to keep from swerving. Your eyes flicker to the side of the road where you’re currently driving, a grassy hill leading down to the forest beyond. You look at him next, eyes settling on his clasped hands, the fingers that he’s been twiddling for the past twenty minutes. “Here?” you say, your voice quiet. “Are you sure?”

Jack gazes at you out of the corner of his eye, his lips upturned in a small, sheepish smile. “Yes, I’m sure. I live just a couple miles from here. If I begin walking now, I can arrive home before dark.”

Ah, yes, nightfall. Your eyes turn to the dipping sun, just barely visible over the treeline to your left. It paints the sky in gold and burnt orange, the clouds overhead dip dyed in radiant shades of pink and purple. Your heart clenches at the sight, at the thought that time is running out. You turn on your blinker and pull into the gravel off the side of the highway with a lump in your throat.

The two of you sit in still silence for a moment as you shift the car into park. The air in the cab is thick with nerves, with words left unsaid, actions left undone. You nibble at your bottom lip anxiously, wondering what on earth you could say to cut the tension.

Jack beats you to it. “It was lovely to make your acquaintance, señorita.” His voice is sweet and kind, his eyes wide and emphatic. He gives you a small smile. Your eyes drink in the sight greedily, committing it to memory. “Thank you for helping this poor stranger. You have a warm and generous heart. I will leave you to continue your night in peace.”

Peace. Your heart knows no such feeling as his hand closes around the grocery bag between his legs, as his fingers clasp the car door handle. Your heart revolts as he pushes the door open and begins to step out of the car. Sure, this was all your fault. You’d known from the get-go that your mystery man wasn’t sticking around. He’d told you as much himself. But that didn’t change how outright wrong it felt to watch him go. It didn’t change how desperately you wanted him to stay, the lengths you’d go to see him again, just one more time. Moon watching be damned.

“Jack,” you say suddenly, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer. Your mystery man’s posture stiffens slightly, followed by a slow, agonizing turn as he shifts to look back within the car, back at you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, your eyes rove over his face, searching, imploring. “Will I see you again?” Your voice is small, fearful, hopeful.

Jack’s eyes widen at the raw emotion in your voice, a wealth of words said and unsaid. His green eyes search your face, picking you apart, reading you like a cherished novel. Whatever he finds within your expression, it prompts him to crouch down, reaching the front half of his body into the passenger side of the car. His earnest eyes do not stray from yours as he gently takes your right hand from the steering wheel. His fingertips are warm and lightly calloused as he lifts the sleeve of your sweater ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your skin as he nestles his nose against the soft flesh of the inside of your wrist. Slowly, he draws in a deep, long inhale. He holds the breath in his lungs, savoring. Your heart stammers wildly in your chest as you transcend several levels of the multiverse in the length of his breath.

“Cautivante.” His soft lips brush affectionately over the flesh of your wrist as he speaks the word. Turning your palm over, he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, his lips warm and plush. Dazed and flushed, you’re certain that your soul has left your body until he speaks softly, grounding you to the spot. “Do you wish to see me again?” His voice is small, fearful, hopeful.

You don’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

His olive eyes sparkle at your eagerness, mouth widening into a delighted grin, eyes smiling at their corners. Your heart melts at the crook in his teeth as he looks down at your hands, bashful, then back up at you again. His teeth tug at his bottom lip thoughtfully as he grins at you. “Well, if that is what you wish, mi amada, then that is what you shall receive.”

And in the blink of an eye, he’s gone, with only the slightest lingering aroma of Black Silk remaining in his place.

. . .

Driving home from work the following day, you’re almost embarrassed to admit that you’ve spent more time searching the woods on the side of the road than looking at the road itself. But when you spot a familiar dark haired man standing off the side of the highway a half mile ahead, all sense of shame leaves your mind. You flick on your blinker in an instant, pulling over without hesitation.

The first thing you notice about Jack is how bone-deep exhausted he looks. His salt-and-pepper hair is entirely unkempt, his eyes framed by dark, shadowy circles. You’re almost sure he’s wearing the exact same black sweater and jeans from the day before. Still, when he sees you approach, his face brightens like a man who’s just had his best sleep in years. Your heart swells three sizes at the sight.

He throws the door open and dips into your passenger seat like it’s the only thing he’s thought of in the past twenty-four hours. “Hello,” he greets you adorably, face split with a wide, cheeky grin.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter if you’d tried. “Hello,” you greet him in return. Your skin seems to sing in his very presence, heart fluttering with an intoxicating mix of nerves and anticipation. “Out of coffee already?” you joke.

He gives you a knowing smile, eyes twinkling. “Sure, you could say that.”

Your teeth pin down your bottom lip, trying to bite back a grin. “Well, that sounds like a serious problem,” you try to keep a straight face, to keep the bit rolling, but glee sneaks into your tone anyway. “We’d better fix that.”

Jack’s hand slips over yours on the gear shift, his thumb kneading the backs of your knuckles affectionately. With his olive green eyes on you, you feel like you could do anything, go anywhere. His presence is a drug, so much more addictive than caffeine could ever be. “Indeed, mi amada.” His grin widens ever so slightly, giving you the perfect glimpse of that endearing crook in his teeth. Your lips hum in response, eager to kiss that sacred spot, to adore every inch of him. To keep that grin plastered on his face forevermore. “Lead the way.”

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nackrosor · 1 year

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"A Tent for Two"

Pairing: Jack Russell x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, p*rn with plot, mutual masturb*tion, v*ginal fingering, handjob, oral sex kinda (fem receiving), scent kink (but he's a werewolf so it's not really a kink for him, is it?)

Synopsis: you've teamed up with Jack during the competition and you're now sharing a tent with him in the forest. The events of the hunt have affected you in more ways than one, some more peculiar and embarrassing than others. As you try to play it cool and hide your arousal as best as you can, you eventually find out that you too have quite the effect on him ;)

Word count: 5,7k.

A/n= another story I started writing with the intention of keeping it nice and short ending up being the longest one yet, wth 😩 but hey, I hope you'll give it a read nonetheless because I'm quite happy of how this one came out (I'll probably hate it tomorrow but for now I'm a proud mom). Anyway, if you've watched Werewolf by Night, you're the best and I love you, if you haven't go watch it and then come back here to read this filth, you won't regret it 🥺 ps: I know the title is shit but I had no idea how to name this story so bear with me. Love yaaaa xx

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When you begrudgingly agreed to participate in last night competition - literally forced by your parents to honor the family name by winning the bloodstone - you had no idea you would end up teaming up with the monster's friend to save said monster, the one you were supposed to hunt and then get rescued by the latter when his friend turned into a beast and went into a forced rampage and murdered almost everyone. What a freaking night! You still can barely believe all that has happened for real but also that you were able to get out of it alive.

On top of that, to add to the craziness and weirdness of the whole situation, there's the fact that you are now in the middle of a forest, sharing a tiny tent with Jack, the kind man who turned out to be a werewolf and... he's naked. Well, he's covering himself up with a cloak Ted, his friend, retrieved for him from the Bloodstone's mansion but under that? He's 100% naked and you can't pull that thought out of your head. You also cannot stop thinking about his werewolf form, how your body reacted to it when you saw him kill people left and right -who definitely deserved it, by the way- but also when he slightly twitched when you carefully grazed his cheek as he was on top of you pinning you to the floor. You literally can't think of anything else, especially not when you can still feel the consequences of it, being that uneasy dampness between your legs, which you can do absolutely nothing about, at least for the moment being.

Sharing a tent with a stranger - well, you could consider him an acquaintance by now, but still a stranger in most aspects - who has such a strangely strong pull on you, it's such an awkward situation and you're trying really hard to play it cool and not make it as plain as day to him how much he affects you and how the memories of his werewolf body pressing on yours make you feel all tingly inside.

Sure, you could just leave the strange duo and be on your way but you have no idea where you are or where to go; after last night you're more convinced than ever to never return to your parents house, you were never cut for the family business anyway. More so, you don't have the heart to just leave. It's been only a bunch of hours but you already feel attached to the two, especially to Jack and you want to make sure they're ok before you eventually part ways. You also fear you won't ever see him again after today so you're even more willing to fight off the uncomfortable inconvenience that is your arousal to spend a few more minutes in his company.

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

Jack's sweet voice interrupts your trail of thoughts and you turn your head his way. He's holding his cup of tea, hand extended in your direction.

"We weren't prepared to have a guest with us", he gives you an apologetic smile, "I guess we should get a third cup so we won't face the same problem next time... but now we could share mine, if you don't mind?"

You can't help but smile. He's such a kind guy. He's been showing you kindness since you met and peppering you with questions since he's woken up, asking if you're alright, if he hurt you in some way, if you're comfortable, if you're hungry, if you're cold... It made your heart flutter, honestly.

"I'm alright Jack, really. Go ahead, you need that drink more than I."

He looks like he wants to retort but then nods thankfully at you before he grabs the cup with both his shaking hands and brings it to his lips, taking a sip of the hot tea.

"You're still shivering...", you point out with a frown. "Alright. I'm giving you my jacket."

As you swiftly peel the jacket off of you, Jack voices his complaint, hands rushing up to shake frantically in front of him only to quickly move back on the cloak to prevent it from falling down.

"Oh no, please-"

"I don't wanna hear it. Just take it, Jack. You'll warm up faster."

The serious look you're giving him must be effective because he finally sighs and takes the jacket from you with a feeble 'thank you'.

"I think it's best if you wear it under the cloak..."

You notice his eyes widen for a moment before he looks away.

"I- yes, y-you're right. I will... erm- if you don't mind...?"

"Oh, sure. Go on."

You turn away, not without a certain struggle. You wouldn't mind taking a peek, damn you wouldn't mind doing more than that but hey, it's not the time for being a creep. Looking at him wouldn't even help your situation, it would actually make it worse. So you make sure your gaze wanders to the other side of the tent, where the zip is unfastened. You take a look outside. An empty cup lies on the trunk where Ted was sitting only until a few minutes ago, his cards discarded messily on the ground. From Jack's words when he talked to Ted before he left you understood that he was going on a sort of scouting mission inside the forest, probably to get a clearer idea of the area and how to get out of it in the safest way possible. When Ted returns, you're most likely going to part ways; the thought makes you quite sad.

Jack clears his throat and you turn his way.

"It's incredibly warm... thank you."

Your eyes land on him once again. You can see a small bulge on both his shoulders under the black fabric of his cloak but other than that, he looks exactly the same as before. Perhaps only slightly redder in the face.

"Don't mention it."

"Are you going to be OK without it?"

The fairly teared up shirt you're wearing is not exactly the best shield from the chill morning air but you'll survive. The cold is not your main issue, your mind is and right now it's attacking you with a very vivid image of your jacket's fabric clinging onto Jack's naked body. You wonder if it will take up his scent. Oh, you wish it will.

"Are you sure?"

His voice calls you back from your thoughts once again. You see his eyes trail down your torso, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he fixes his gaze back on your face. You unconsciously cross your arms on your chest and freeze imperceptibly when you feel the small bulge of your turgid nipple against your arm. Damn. Has he noticed? You hope he hasn't but his flushed face tells you otherwise... or maybe it's because he's feeling warmer already? Nonetheless, you feel a growing heat in your lower belly and the uneasy feeling between your legs getting even more uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, Jack. Don't worry about me." Again, you try to play it cool by smiling at him nonchalantly.

"I don't want you to catch a cold because of me..."

You roll your eyes and playfully shake your head at his words.

"Jack! Stop it! I'm not afraid of a cold. Anyway, the air is not that chilly anymore. The sun rays are getting warmer."

He casts a brief glance outside, lips curling up in a soft pout.

"Yeah... but we could keep each other warmer if you come closer."

The genuine and innocent look he gives you makes his words more allusive than he probably meant them to be. Hell, he's so adorable and he literally has no idea what he's doing to you.

You're silent for a moment, torn on what to do. You would love to get closer to him, feel his warmth against you, maybe even lean on him. At the same time though, that uneasy wet feeling in your core makes any slight movement a real torture. If you try to move your legs the least possible maybe you can make it, though.

"Alright." You eventually sigh and scoot over toward him, until your shoulders touch. You can instantly feel the warmth radiating from his body and unironically a shiver runs up your back as a result.

"See? You're shivering too." He promptly points out and hops even closer, fully pressing his arm against yours.

The sweet smile he gives you makes your heart flutter in your chest, tighs pressing together even tighter.

"Thank you."

He raises his cup and takes another sip before extending it to you once again. This time you gladly accept it with a quick nod and take a long sip of the hot, surprisingly tasty beverage.

"Better?"

"Better."

His kind gaze lingers on your face, a soft smile hovering on his lips. His facial features are so eye-catching up close. The make-up he's wearing makes his unique beauty stand out even more. You can't help but stare in awe at him.

"What is it?"

"Uhm?"

A light chuckle escapes his lips and you feel your stomach swell at the sweet sound.

"Have I got something on my face?"

"Oh, no...", you smile softly, keeping your gaze on his face, "I was only admiring your... make-up."

"Oh? Do you like it?"

"Very much."

Feeling particularly bold, you lean forward, moving your hand on his cheek to gently trace the white dash lining his jaw with your fingertips.

"Does it mean anything?"

"Uhm-", he clears his throat, slightly alarmed eyes fixed on your dangerously close face, "n-not exactly. It's a simple design my ancestors would usually wear in battle and I wanted to honor them."

"Well, I don't know about your ancestors but it looks very good on you."

His lips curl up in a cheeky smile which you immediately mirror.

"Thank you, Y/N. You look very good too... I mean-", his eyes widen, heat flushing in his cheeks, "your make-up looks very good, too."

You smirk at him, fingertips tapping lightly on the dash on his chin before you pull back.

"It's nothing like yours but thank you Jackie."

The way he shyly smiles as he looks away makes you want to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss but you try your best to keep your hormones at bay. You don't want to make things even more awkward than they already are. What if he's not attracted to you as you are to him? That would be awful.

You shift uneasily on your bottom, subtly stretching your tensed legs. You can clearly feel your juices slipping out to damp the fabric of your underwear and hurriedly press your thighs back together.

Your head abruptly snaps to the side when the sudden sound of Jack sniffing the air startles you.

He awkwardly glances your way for a brief moment before he averts his gaze, a strange expression on his face that you can't quite decipher.

"What is it?"

"N-nothing."

"Jack... What is it you smell? Has someone followed us here?"

"No, no...", he trails off, glancing at you before looking away once again, "I-It's your scent."

"My scent?"

"Yes. It's very... strong."

"Oh?"

He looks uncomfortable which makes you feel uncomfortable as well. Can he smell any kind of scent even when he is not actually in his werewolf form? You actually have no idea how that works but it makes you incredibly conscious of yourself.

"Well, I mean... I sure need a shower. I'm sorry if it's bothering you. I'll just move back down there-"

You're about to slide back to your previous seat to put some distance between you two but he immediately stops you, gently but firmly grabbing your arm.

"No! Don't! I-It's actually a quite pleasing scent." His adam's apple bobs again as his eyes widen a little. "It's... very sweet."

"Is it?"

Your eyebrow quizzically quirks up as you eye him, confusion written all over your face.

He takes another sniff, more subtly this time but you notice anyway. It's strange to have him sniff the air for your scent but also weirdly attractive, somehow.

He glances at you with that same awkward expression, teeth coming down to graze his bottom lip.

"Too sweet."

He whispers those words as if talking to himself but you're able to hear them and a chill runs up your back.

"Are you...", he stops to swallow, "...by any chance..." He trails off, gaze wandering down your body before shyly setting on your face once again.

Your confusion only grows hearing his nonsensical question.

"W-What do you mean?"

His doe eyes roam over your face. You can feel how tense his body is now, it's like he's trying to hold himself back.

"Mierda..." he hisses in a whisper, shaking his head and averting his gaze.

"Jack, what-"

You gently place your hand on his arm but as soon as you touch him he jerks away and stands up abruptly, inadvertently knocking his still half-full cup of tea down on the ground, making the liquid spill all over the grass and on your feet.

"!Maldición¡, he mutters through his teeth as he instantly crouches down to retrieve the cup, "I'm so sorry Y/n, so sorry-"

"It's fine Jack, really-"

He grabs a corner of his oversized cloak and tugs it down to wipe the wet fabric of your boots, an incomprehensible muttering of spanish words leaving his mouth. You lean forward and take his hands in yours to stop his frantic scrubbing.

"Jack, relax."

He looks up at you with that doe-eyed expression of his. He looks like a deer in the headlights and you wonder what has gotten him so scared and tense all of a sudden.

"I apologize for ruining your boots, I'm-"

"Forget about them, I don't care if they're ruined or not", you interrupt him, squeezing his hands to make sure he listens to your words, "are you OK?"

He swallows dry, wide eyes roaming over your face. His mouth opens and closes as if he's unsure of how to answer.

"Jack?"

You're more and more confused by his behavior. What has gotten into him all of a sudden? It all happened so fast, you have no idea what to think of it. You're really trying but failing miserably to understand what is going on.

The soft trembling of his hands makes you lower your gaze. Your attention however is quickly caught by his cloak which falls slightly open at the level of hips, enough to show his quite evident erection. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight, a jolt shakes your stomach.

He follows your gaze and immediately tears himself away from you, standing up and rushing out of the tent while his shaking hands tug at the two ends of his cloak and cross them one on top of the other to fully cover himself.

You're too stunned to speak. Your heart is thumping hard in your chest, the wetness pooling relentlessly between your legs.

You understand now why he was so tense. He was trying to hide his erection. But how did it happen? When? Probably when he was sniffling your scent. That definitely explains his peculiar reaction to it.

You look up. He's standing in front of the now dead fire, his back facing you.

"Jack?" You try to call him but he doesn't turn. "Jack, please..."

He hangs his head. You can hear his deep shaky sigh from where you're still sitting in the tent.

"I'm desolate Y/n, that was...", he groans, shaking his head, "You shouldn't have seen. I'm so sorry."

You can't bear to see and hear him so disconsolate. He's being so hard on himself but he hasn't even done anything wrong. He's embarrassed, you understand the feeling. You've been feeling like that the whole night until only a few minutes ago but now that you know that he's just as aroused as you, well, you can act on it, can't you?

You set your eyes on the back of his head as you move your hand on the inseam of your leather pants and drag down the zip. You do it as quick as you can to make its sound louder. You then peel off on leg after the other and toss your trousers to the side of the tent, making it shake.

You see Jack flinch. If he had wolf ears, they would definitely perk up now. He hasn't turned yet, though so you continue at your attempt of luring him in by spreading your legs wide. A soft moan escapes your lips when your fingers slide through your folds from over the drenching fabric of your panties.

The sound you make instantly propels Jack to turn around. His eyes open wide at the sight in front of him. You smile up at him while you brush your fingers up and down your folds a couple of times before you abruptly press your thighs back together.

He stumbles forward, a confused look on his face.

"Now you've seen me too", you say calmly, crossing your legs and leaning back on your hands, "I am aroused just like you but you knew it already, didn't you?"

You can clearly see his adam's apple bobbing up and down, eyes wandering all over your body, lingering especially on the area you're now so cruelly hiding from him.

"So, are you... coming or not?" You smirk at him, one eyebrow quirking up, "Ted might come out of those trees at any minute now."

He seems to finally snap out of his trance and rushes the remaining steps that separates him from the tent. He crouches down as he enters, then falls on his knees in front of you.

"Y/n..." he whispers, his voice shaky, "...are you sure?"

You lean forward, hand moving on his face to cup his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he sinks into your palm, taking a long shuddering breath.

"Aren't you?"

He doesn't even need to think about it, he eagerly nods his head in response, pleading eyes setting back on your face.

A wide smile spreads on your lips that you barely contain by biting your bottom lip. You draw him toward you, slowly as to fully savor the feeling of anticipation. He is however quite impatient and rashly leans forward, lips only barely grazing yours as you quickly pull back with a smirk, causing him to huff in protest. The hurt look he gives you goes straight to your core and you wish you had the time to tease him a little bit longer but time, alas, is against you so you move your hands to the back of his neck and pull him toward you, laying your mouth on his. He immediately responds by deepening the kiss, calloused hands finding your sides and squeezing them.

You thread your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, keening in his mouth when he moves his palms between your thighs to push them apart and pull you closer against him. With a suddenness that surprises you, he gropes your clothed cunt, hand stroking up and down, feeling your arousal. Your hips buckle upward on their own seeking for more friction which Jack generously gives you by pulling the drenched fabric of your underwear to the side and slipping his fingers inside your folds.

Your head spins at the long-awaited touch you finally receive, kiss turning into an open mouthed caress as you pull back a little, a satisfied moan leaves your lips and gets muffled by his.

When a moment later you recover some lucidity, you mirror his actions, hand sliding down his back and delving under his cloak. He breathes a harsh breath of air as you wrap it firmly around him, the shudder you cause in him and the drunken look he gives you, makes your stomach flutter.

He’s rock hard in your hands, head wet with precum. You teasingly slide your thumb on the top of it, smearing the thick fluid to ease your movements along his length. You feel his hot breath against your lips as a guttural moan escapes him, his eyes fluttering close, brows furrowing. A proud and delighted expression spreads on your face which quickly turns into a frown when Jack reciprocate your attention by swirling his thumb on your clitoris, not before he dipped it into the wetness at your core. It’s your turn to moan and shudder and it’s his turn to stare raptured at your face as you contort in pleasure.

“Jack”, you choke out, your voice a little more than a whimper upon his mouth, “it feels so good…”

He bites his lip as he nods softly, eyes lowering on your moist lips.

“I know, cariño” he whispers, laying his lips on yours in a messy open-mouthed kiss before he trails them down your chin and along your jaw, eventually diving into your neck where he lingers to relish in your heady scent. His fingers in the meantime increase their speed around your most sensitive button, making your head spin. Your movements get faster too, hand sloppily stroking up and down, occasionally squeezing his swollen balls then sliding up to swirl around its head, action which you noticed, causes Jack hips to shake more prominently.

His groans are music to your ears and add to the coiling pleasure growing in intensity in your lower belly. You feel the knot is about to snap and Jack must feel it too because he abandons your turgid nub to slide his fingers along your slit and slip them into your heat. A broken cry leaves your throat and blends with his groans.

“Come for me, mi corazón…” he whispers in a breathed caress against your ear, the hoarseness of his voice goes straight to your core, just like the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin and sinking down in the crook of your neck makes you shiver. His fingers thrust relentlessly back and forth, hitting the spongy area deep inside you, while your hand works up and down at a sustained pace. You feel him getting more and more tense against you, his labored breathing warming the side of your neck.

“please, Jack...”, you plead in between pants, "...please, let me look at you!"

You bite your lip while he repeatedly pecks your skin in his climb up along your neck, until his lips linger inches away from yours, gazes finally locking.

Your stomach swells when you see the pure image of lust displayed on his face with his flushed cheeks and furrowed brows. The piercing look he gives you with his heavy lidded eyes, together with the umpteenth twist of his fingers deep inside you mark the reaching of your limit, as you’re dragged over the edge, a wave of pleasure washing over you and a loud throaty sound escaping your lips.

His fingers keep caressing you with the most gentle of touches while he places his other hand on top of yours to help you sustain the steady but now slackening movement of your strokes along his length. As you catch your breathing, you fix your still half-closed eyes on his face, wanting more than anything else to witness the way his beautiful features will contort in pleasure when he reaches his own climax. And you do, only a few strokes later; his eyes squeeze shut, lips part to let out a long shaky whimper, hips buckle forward as his hot semen spills over the inside of his cloak.

His palm loosens its pressure on your hand and you continue to caress his cock, squeezing softly its head as you ease him down from the orgasm, until he becomes too sensitive.

Jack's head slumps down, forehead coming to rest against yours, his hot breath a caress on your cheekbone. His hand moves on the side of your head while the other slides down to hold your waist.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, relishing in the warmth of his closeness and the still lingering tingling feeling spread all over your body.

A moment later his lips press gently on your cheekbone, nose trailing over your skin as he takes in your scent. The light touch of the tip of his nose against your neck tickles you and makes you jump a little, a chuckle falling from your lips.

"Jack stop!", you try to untangle yourself from him but he holds you still while he continues his sniffling descent, passing over the swell of your breasts, your dishelved shirt, coming to a halt on your pelvis. He presses his nose on the fabric of your underwear, right above your center and takes a deep breath in and hums in satisfaction.

You've pulled yourself up in the meantime, your eyes following his every move. The way he looks so pleased, apparently enjoying the way you smell makes your stomach swell. You've never had any guy smell you like that and normally you would consider it a very weird thing to do but he's making it look so sexy.

"Jack?"

He looks up, big puppy eyes locking with yours. A shy smile forms on his lips.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I can't seem to resist", he leans forward to breath in your scent once more, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, "the way you smell is intoxicating."

"Fuck" you huff, teeth sinking in your bottom lip, "that's so hot, Jack... but damn, you're getting me even wetter and my underwear is so soggy already." You groan at the uneasy feeling of the cold damp fabric of your panties tugging to your dripping folds.

He hums softly, fingertips brushing the laced fabric of your underwear, until they find the hem and hook in it as he looks up at you, an earnest look on his face.

"I can help you with that."

You don't answer but your eager expression is enough for him to pursue his intentions. He carefully peels off your panties, sliding them inside the pocket of your jacket. He then bends down and dips his nose in your folds before he takes a solid stripe down your slit making you shudder involuntarily.

"Oh, bloody hell!" you blurt out in a loud moan as you fall backward on your elbows.

Jack swirls his tongue around your clitoris, collecting the liquid gathered there before he dwells hungrily at your core, sucking up all your juices. He's slow with his licks but thorough, jealously cleaning your cunt from every drop of the fruits of his hard work.

Your head is spinning, the knot in your lower belly tightening again and you think you might soon come a second time if he keeps moving his tongue like that but a rustling sound of foliage shaking reaches your ears and makes you jump, head snapping in direction of the source of the noise. Hard steps growing closer can be heard only a moment later and your alarmed look meets Jack's surprised face.

"It's Ted!" you mutter through your teeth. Jack only nods in response and wipes his mouth on the arm of his cloak as he quickly hops up on his feet, not before casting a brief forlorn look at your cunt, then he hurriedly rearranges his dishelved cloak and places himself at the entrance of the tent, giving you cover, privacy and time enough to recompose yourself.

You're still fumbling with the legs of your trousers when you hear Jack's voice, welcoming back his friend and Ted replying in incomprehensible grunts.

In your agitation and hurried state, you're not actually able to follow their conversation, only hearing fragments of sentences here and there and a lot of different pitched grunts from Ted's part. You think you hear Jack mentioning your name at some point but you forget it as you zip up your pants and quickly brush your hands on your hair to make yourself presentable.

When you're done and ready you sit back on the ground and wait for their discussion to end. Luckily you don't have to wait a long time, in fact, only a couple of minutes later you see Jack tilting his head to the side to throw a furtive glance inside the tent. Your eyes lock and you smile cheekily at him. It takes all the will in him to not mirror your smile as he turns back to face Ted and say, "let's see if she's woken up now, so I can ask her."

You stifle a laugh at his words; what a good liar he is! He could almost convince even yourself of having slept through the whole thing, your sexy time with Jack being only a dream your mind fabricated in the excitement of last night's events, if only you didn't still clearly feel on yourself the very unforgettable touch of both his fingers and tongue. Your mind could never make up such bliss.

Jack pops inside the tent and crouches down at your level. A grin soon forms on his face and you let out a chuckle you were so hardly repressing.

"I am fully awake now, Jackie", you tease him, crossing your arms on your chest, "let's hear what you have to ask me."

His grin falters slightly but he keeps smiling at you while his cheeks flush red.

"Uhm, well-", he averts his eyes for a moment, fingers moving to the side of his head to scratch nervously behind his ear, "we've talked, Ted and I, and-" He trails off, looking like he's trying really hard to choose the right words to best phrase what he means to tell you. "We don't know what you plan to do now. You've mentioned how problematic your relationship with your family is and after how the competition went, perhaps you don't intent to return home. Or perhaps you do, I'd totally understand if-"

"No, I'm definitely not going back."

He's taken aback by your confident answer at first but then quickly nods in understanding. "Of course. Do you know already where else to go?"

You haven't thought about it yet. Beside your family you must admit, you don't have anyone else. Those who you erroneously call friends are in fact family friends, not yours, you couldn't ask them to help you even if you wanted to. Elsa is probably the only person whom you've ever had a genuine relationship with, but you've grown distant during the last years, you've only met last night after a very long time and you don't feel like asking her to host you, even if she actually might agree to it. Then again, you're not really euphoric at the idea of living in that horrendous mansion, especially after last night events.

"Not exactly", you admit with a sheepish smile, "I'll have to come up with something."

He nods slowly, looking pensive. Taking advantage of his temporary hesitation with words, you lean forward and take his hands in yours, lips curling up in a small smile.

"You don't have to worry about me, Jack. If you and Ted have to go, don't let me keep you."

You know already where this conversation is going. There's a very hurtful goodbye coming and even though you knew this moment would come eventually, it's nevertheless hard to face it.

"Of course I worry about you...", he whispers vehemently, squeezing your hands, "...and that is exactly what I am trying to say." He sighs, lowering his gaze on your interlined hands before setting it back on your face with more confidence.

"You don't have to leave, if you don't want to. You know... Ted and I share a small cabin in the woods, which is not that far from here. It's not much but it's homey and comfy, and very clean. We both like to keep things tidy. And there's actually enough space for a third roommate if you-"

He cuts himself short as soon as he notices the stunned look on your face.

"A-are you offering me to move in with you?"

"Well, I-" he stutters a little, panic growing on his face, "I know it sounds absurd since we barely know each other but-" He takes a deep breath in an attempt to ease his agitation. "Yes. Yes, I am. You've helped us last night, now let us help you, Y/n. We're simply offering you a roof over your head. You can leave as soon as you find a better accommodation, if that's what you'll want."

The earnest and genuine look he's giving you makes your heart melt. You can't believe how kind he is, how caring! You're sincerely touched.

You can't resist the urge to surge forward and throw your arms around his neck. He puffs out a breath of air at the impact but immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

"That's so sweet of you, Jack! Thank you so much."

"Is that a yes?"

You pull back a little, eyes locking in his.

"You had me at 'we both like to keep things tidy'. It's a huge yes!"

He laughs heartily and you secure that sweet sound to memory, taking a note to yourself to make him laugh again as soon as possible.

"Then...", he hops up and extends a hand your way, "...shall we?"

You can't suppress the big smile that spreads on your face and eagerly take his hand, letting him help you up.

You follow him out of the tent. Ted is waiting by the firewood, his cup and cards nowhere in sight. He slowly turns around when he hears your steps approaching and his red stare immediately falls on your interlined hands. His eyes then dart from his friend's face, to yours and back to Jack's. He grunts once at Jack then a low, chuckle-like sound comes out of him.

"Oh, shut up." Jack rolls his eye at him but fails miserably to suppress a chuckle of his own.

You turn to him and he does the same. You feel him squeeze gently your hand, his eyes roaming adoringly over your face as he grins at you.

~ ~ ~ ~

Your heart thumpers loudly in your chest. You can't express how happy you are so you simply mirror his grin and squeeze his hand back.

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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How They Are When You Are On Your Period: Moon Knight System & Jack Russell

Warnings: Mentions of periods, smut, fucking while on your period, cunnilingus while on period

A/n: im currently on my period and this how i feel they would be

Someone said it once, JACK EATS THE PUSS PUSS EVEN ON YOUR PERIOD!! Jack will eat you out and help you orgasm to help alleviate your cramps.

He has learned what herbs can be found in the forest near your shared home help during your periods

Gives you the best back massages ever.

Is a walking heater so all you sleep in is a hoodie, socks and sleep shorts while you sleep. Keeps you all snuggly.

When your horny, will happily fuck you into the sheets, hard just the way you enjoy it

Snack snacks snacks

Ted gets jealous when Jack gets you sushi whenever you crave it during your period because he only gets the treat once a month.

This man will cuddle you when you are on your period.

If you cry he’ll probably call out steven to help because he doesn't know how to react to you crying since you've never done so in front of him yet.

Since you get horny on your period he is more than happy to help you get off, he's not afraid of blood.

Will sit with you on the couch and watch your favorite Netflix shows even if you've seen them already he sits and does not complain.

Such a sweetie

Has your peppermint tea on the ready when you wake up

If you run out of pad or tampons he will run out and grab you more and then some!

You want ice cream at 10pm? ‘No worry love i've got it’

Will rub your tummy on the first day because he knows how bad the cramps are

Will make your favorite foods

Compliments you all the time because he knows how your self esteem gets

This man is not afraid of blood quit like Marc and Jack, will fuck you to alleviate the cramps since he either read that or heard it somewhere.

Makes you spicy dishes to help cramps because you sometimes don't like to be touched when you're on your period

Makes sure the flat is stocked up on your favorite chocolate

Will throw moon favorite blanket into the dryer and have it ready for you when you get out of the shower.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Idea sent by @anakinnies (idk if this is what you had in mind.)

“Jack?” You called out, watching as the man across from you took a hunched position, his breath was ragged as though he had ran a marathon. You didn’t know -nor wanted to know- what they did to him before shoving the pair of you in here, locking the door shut behind them. Whatever it was must’ve had something to do with the weird collar on his neck with a enchanted stone in the centre of it, glowing a vicious shade of vermillion. Yet it wasn’t the infamous Bloodstone that was for certain, as that object was within the possession of one Elsa Bloodstone but there was no denying that this stone held similar capabilities though not to the same extent as the Bloodstone. A lesser copy of the original you could say.

It didn’t take much comprehension to know that it was affecting Jack to a degree of discomfort. Helpless in helping him, you stood on your side of the room, racking your mind in what you could do to help your friend but only to come out even more frustrated at your lack of ideas. It was eating you alive seeing him like this but you didn’t dare cry for help for it’ll only fall on deaf ears; to them you were nothing by a monster sympathiser for aiding Jack in freeing the monster without realising that another monster lurked nearby in human skin. You didn’t resent Jack for withholding that information from you as you would do the exact same if the positions were switched, yet the human in you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt.

“Jack,” you tried again but this time with more power behind your words to create a false bravado that you weren’t scared but a observant person would immediately pick up on the way you picked at your nails out of sheer nervousness, “are you alright?” You cringed at your own words. “That’s a stupid question, of course your not alright, your in pain from that weird fucking collar and I don’t know how to-“ your words were cut short when you noticed a shift in Jack’s behaviour. He kept reaching for the collar but never making it all the way when a pained groan left his lips, causing his hand to drop down on the floor, scratching at it. Yet he managed to find the strength to lift his head at you, smiling weakly when he noticed the look of concern in your eyes. He could almost laugh at the irony of the situation, he has came to free a monster but in exchange for the monsters’ freedom he took it’s place.

“It’s alright.” He tried reassuring you, hiding the pain that was edging him to transform but he found that the more he fought against it the stronger the pain the stone emitted within him gets each time. Soon enough he wouldn’t be able to put it off and loose himself to a side that wasn’t him and you’d be the first to be caught in the crossfire of his rampage. He knew he needed to act before your blood was soon to be on his hands and there was only one way to ensure that wouldn’t be the case…even if the method itself relied heavily on his ability to remember. “Just,” he winced, “just don’t freak about what I’m going to do next. If I’m allowed to be blatant, I’m not quite sure if it’ll even work.” Your immediate reaction was to run and hide but where could you possibly hide in a room that was devoid of any possible refuge that you could tuck yourself away safely in?

“What’re you planning to do exactly?” You found yourself asking against your better judgment, fearful of the response you may get in return. “I just need to memorise your scent and all you need to do for me is to is keep your eyes on mine.” Jack replied, “then by some miracle, if I’m even allowed that, I should be able to remember you when I turn.” You knew he was only trying to help defuse the internal war you were having with yourself, but going off on his words alone it seemed that this tactic was an hit or a miss of the most extreme of measures. From the sounds of it you’d be lucky enough to even come out of this with more then a few scars upon your person or even a missing limb. “How do you’ll know it work?” Jack kept his silence but soon broke it to say a few choice words that left your blood run cold. “I don’t. That’s up for him to decide.”

You allowed yourself to mull it over in your head, your eyes briefly looking away from him before locking back into him when remembering that for your slim chance of survival to be secured you must keep him within your line of sight at all times. If you knew this was how your night was going to go, you probably wouldn’t have gone but even then that wouldn’t change Jack’s fate. You were lucky enough to be born a regular human, Jack on the other hand wasn’t and he was ostracised for something he had no say nor control in changing. With no other option presentable to you in that moment you took a deep breath, “alright,” Jack’s head perked at your voice like that of a dogs that if you weren’t in a life or death situation you would’ve called it cute, “let’s give this method of yours a shot.”

Just as the words left your lips, Jack was quick to hold you tightly in his arms as he began to memorise the scent of your hair, trailing down to your neck where your thyroid and Thyroid glands were located, leaving you a little flustered from the almost intimate situation you found yourself in. His hold on you was warm, strong and protective that you could feel the fatigue from everything that has happened finally catching up to you; causing your head to droop a little before Jack pulled away enough to hold it back up so you were looking into his worried eyes. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said before going back to sniffing along your arm and back to your chest, “please.” He added softly, periodically checking to make sure that you were still maintaining eye contact with him; he moved aside the sleeves and lapels of your jacket so he could further indulge on your scent and engrave it within the crevices of his mind.

Your scent was sweet, bitter and soft all at the same time that it didn’t take long for it to quickly become apart of Jack as though it was an additional limb but he didn’t want to be easily mislead by this and furthered to ingest your scent like a starved man. He felt you place a hand on the back of his head, pushing him closer so he may get to those harder to reach places, running your fingertips through the tresses of his hair, barely brushing behind his ear, which tickled the wolf within. “Take your time.” You tell him, watching as his movements came to a temporary halt, “I trust you.” With those words in mind Jack became more determined in making sure you survive to see another night.

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moonxknightx · 2 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Jack Russell x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Fluff :)) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Marvel, Werewolf By Night ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- None! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- Jack comes back home after his transition and is desperate for your touch.

YOUR EYES FLUTTERED OPEN UPON HEARING NOISES COMING FROM YOUR KITCHEN.

You groaned while softly rubbing your eyes before sitting up straight in bed.

“What time is it?” You muttered to yourself while reaching for your phone on your nightstand.

You turned on your phone and groaned when you saw it was only 3am.

It must be Jack who’s downstairs. You thought to yourself while swaying your feet over the edge of your bed.

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto your feet and headed for the stairs.

“Jack?” You called softly while walking down the stairs.

No answer.

“Jack are you there?” You called again when you reached the last step.

Again, no answer.

You sighed and walked towards the kitchen in hopes it would just be your boyfriend and not some kind of creep who broke in.

Luckily it was just your boyfriend. With his monter friend, Ted.

“Jack.” You sighed with a small smile upon seeing your lovely boyfriend sitting at the kitchen table with Ted next to him, drinking tea.

“Mi amor.” Jack smiled when he saw you leaning against the door frame.

Ted also looked up from his cup of tea and grunted softly when his eyes met yours.

“Hi Ted.” You chuckled while walking over towards Jack to greet him with a kiss.

“Hey handsome.” You smiled while placing a sweet kiss on Jack’s face.

“Hey.” Jack said with a tired smile while opening his arms for you, wanting you to sit on his lap.

“Come here.” Jack sighed while wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

You smiled while placing your hands on Jack’s shoulders before sitting down on his lap.

“I missed you mi amor.” Sighed Jack while burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, honey.” You smiled while running a hand through Jack’s soft grayish hair.

“How was the transition?” You asked softly while kissing his cheek.

Jack shrugged and groaned a bit. “T’was okay i guess.”

You hummed and brought Jack’s face back up by softly pulling on his hair, so the two of you were locking eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked slowly. Jack cracked a little smile while nodding.

“I’m just tired.” He told you quietly.

“Let’s go upstairs then and go to bed.” You offered while gently stroking Jack’s back.

“In a minute. I want to stay in this position.” Murmured Jack while burying his face back into the crook of your neck.

“Okay.” You chuckled while wrapping your arms around Jack’s neck which caused Ted to grunt softly.

“He says he wants cuddles as well.” Jack told you quietly.

You chuckled and turned to look at Ted.

“Come here then.” You smiled while motioning for Ted to come closer.

Ted grunted as he moved his head towards your arms until you could wrap your arm around his neck to pull him into a hug as well.

“That’s better?” You asked the sweet monster while hugging your two favorite beings.

Ted grunted again and you immediately turned to look at Jack who had his face still buried in your neck.

“He says yes.” Jack smiled against your neck.

“Good.” You smiled while placing your head against Ted’s head.

The three of you stayed like that for a moment until Jack finally moved away from your neck.

“You ready to go to bed?” You asked softly. Jack hummed and gave you a small nod.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You smiled while letting go of Ted who slowly pulled away from you two.

Jack helped you with getting back on your feet before he got up as well.

He took your hand in his and headed for the stairs, but a grunt from Ted stopped the two of you.

“You have to stay here buddy. The bed isn’t big enough for you, i’m sorry.” Jack told his friend while giving him a sympathetic smile.

Ted let out a sad grunt before sitting down again at the kitchen table.

“We will see you tomorrow, okay Ted?” You asked with a small smile.

Ted grunted, which Jack translated to a yes before he took you upstairs to head towards your room.

“Here let me help you undress.” You smiled softly as you gently pushed Jack to sit down on the edge of your bed.

“Is that my sweater you’re wearing?” Asked Jack slowly as you carefully reached for his own sweater to take it off.

“It is.” You smiled before pulling Jack’s sweater over his head, revealing his toned chest.

“It looks good on you.” Smiled Jack while you reached for his pants.

“Thank you honey.” You chuckled while sliding Jack’s pants down which left him in nothing but his boxers.

“Come here.” Jack smirked slightly as he pulled you into him which caused the two of you to fall into bed.

“Jack!” You chuckled as you fell on top of him, causing him to laugh while holding you tightly.

“What is it mi amor?” Jack asked softly while putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Nothing.” You smiled while rolling your eyes at him.

Jack could only chuckle before pulling the bedsheets over both of your bodies while nuzzling his face in your chest.

“I love you mi amor.” Sighed Jack into your chest while you played with his hair.

“I love you too darling. Now go to sleep, you need it.” You smiled while kissing the top of his head.

“I will.”

(A/N): So I finally watched werewolf by night and i’m obsessed with Jack, so i just needed to write something for him. I hope you all enjoyed it!

If you want to be tagged in further works of Jack, feel free to message me or to fill in the tag-list form in my pinned post :)

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Hi! Can I have Jack Russell and shy/sweet reader please? Maybe how they met and fell in love. Thank you!

Emi

Not All Hunters {Jack Russell x Shy/Sweet Reader}

The woods have always been a comfort to you. There was always something so comforting about the evergreen quiet that exist in that space. It also may have been an escape for you from your overzealous monster hunting family, but that is beside the point. Well, actually, it is.

Your family had always been passionate about their mission of killing monsters. It was always the same message of how dangerous they are, how much damage they cause, how many people they’ve killed. You’ve always thought about it a bit differently though. Most monsters are said to live in the woods, away from people.

What danger could they cause when they were simply living their own lives out there? Doesn’t that make us the monsters?

Your family never really appreciated your rhetoric but you didn’t really care. The matter was you had your own beliefs and you weren’t going to let them convince you to abandon them.

Your family also never really appreciated what they called your, “softness.” You were soft spoken, gentle, sweet and friendly to others you met. The polar opposite of them really.

You could hold and use the weapons just fine and you understood everything they’ve ever taught you about the family business, you just didn’t have the temperament for it.

Surprising everyone, you moved out as quick as you could, building a nice little cottage for yourself out in the woods you loved so much. Never had a problem. Nothing ever went bump in the night. No heartless beast ever showed up at your doorstep with the intent to kill you or turn you or whatever.

Now, that doesn’t mean a beast never showed up, however. He was far from heartless as it turned out.

It had been a chilly early October night, you had just finished your evening walk. The moon had been gorgeous that night, full and blue and shining just so against the small bits of fog that swirled around your feet as you walked.

You had managed to walk inside, depositing your things by the door and were heading to the kitchen when you heard it.

A fast and startling scraping sound from the gravel out the front of your house, like something had slid or tripped.

You told yourself that it was probably nothing, but instinct had you reaching for the sword you had placed by the door. You didn’t want to use it if you didn’t have to but it was always better to have options than not.

No sense in putting it off if there was something dangerous outside so you carefully opened the door and stepped out. What you saw surprised you.

There was a man panting without a shirt on pushing himself up off the ground outside your home. He was clearly panicked and had been running for a long time. His slightly grey hair was wild and invested with small sticks and leaves, he was clearly out of breath and his eyes were looking around wildly.

There was also another problem.

One of his arms had cuts on it, fresh blood still there and a familiar burn around the edge of the wound.

Silver poisoning.

You had seen it countless times growing up, each time just as upsetting as the last one. It always made you sick to your stomach.

That plus the sounds coming from the woods beyond your home - shouts coming ever closer, crinkling footsteps on fall leaves, the clicks of loading crossbows - it did not take you long to understand the situation.

“Quick!” You called out, startling the poor man, “Come inside!”

He looked like he was ready to bolt.

“Please! They’re going to find you if you don’t! Come inside! I’ll protect you, I promise.”

He looked at the sword in your hand and without a second thought, you placed it down in front of you and backed away, beckoning him inside.

With a great amount of reluctance but very little options, the man followed you inside, stepping over the sword.

As soon as he had crossed the threshold, you kicked the sword even further away from you, closed the door and stood with the man in between you and the weapon.

“Can I see your arm?”

Still scared, tired and mostly still listening to the noises outside, he did not answer you, only sending you a trepidatious look.

“You’re arm needs to be treated, it’s only going to get worse from here.”

“It isn’t any old cut” he tried to explain, a kind hispanic accent pleasantly hitting your ears.

“I know, I’ve seen it before” you said, voice and expression apologetic.

“So, you know what I am then?”

“Will you allow me to help you? Please...”

You moved him to the pantry, a larger room away from any windows just in case and set to treating his arm and the poison plaguing it. You worked quickly, making sure to minimize the amount of pain as best as you could.

“This is going to hurt and I’m so sorry, but it’s the only way.”

He hissed at the pain but the moment was over relatively quickly. You had just finished wrapping his arm up and draped a blanket around him when he found his voice again.

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem at all. [Y/N]” you said, holding your hand out.

He took it with his other hand and smiled for the first time, “Jack.”

“Well Jack,” you smiled, shyness starting to flood back in now that the danger of the situation has passed, “That, uh... that’s going to take a while to heal.”

“It usually does, I have systems, I should be okay” he said, “Thank you.”

He began to stand up to leave when you held a hand out, “Wait! I uh... I’d really like it if you... If I could... I’d like to keep an eye on it, at least for a little while. If that’s okay with you. You’re case is particularly...”

Your nervous ramblings were cut off when there was a knock at the door. You had almost forgotten. This was going to be unpleasant.

“Wait here” you said, cautiously walking to the door.

You opened it to find what you expected, a band of hunters waiting.

“’Scuse me” the one who knocked said, “’ave you seen any beasts in the area this evening?”

“No sir, I haven’t.”

“That’s funny,” another said maliciously, “because the tracks lead right here.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you do...”

You opened the door further, revealing the sword in your hand, you hoped inwardly that Jack had stayed where you told him to.

“I don’t like to fight so I am going to say this once. You asked your question, I answered it. I haven’t seen any monsters earlier this evening.” Technically you hadn’t lied to them, the only ‘monsters’ you had seen this evening, in your opinion, were standing right in front of you. You continued, “I’ve trained in similar ways as you, I don’t want things to go a direction neither of us want. Leave my property and retrace your steps. Perhaps you missed something.”

The hunters grumbled but left your porch, slinking back into the woods from whence they came.

You sighed, closing the door and dropping the sword in the umbrella stand. You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself down from the hidden nervousness of the encounter and walked back into the kitchen.

“You can come out now” you say softly.

Jack wandered into view, still hugging the blanket close to his recently transformed body. You’d really have to get him another shirt soon.

“So...” he says awkwardly, “A hunter takes me in and fixes me up. How’s that possible?”

You could sense the apprehension in his question and you understood it. There was no reason for him to trust that you weren’t going to slay him in a moment.

“It wasn’t right” you said quietly.

“What?”

You sighed, speaking again louder, “My family are monster hunters. True. They trained me in the family business. True. But I never thought it was right. There is nothing about alternative beings that make them any more monstrous or dangerous then we are. Most of them start out as people who have been changed into something else through no fault of their own. Others are just different types of life, just like any other species on this planet. Why should we go out killing them when they haven’t done anything to us. Not really anyway. People get hurt in all kinds of accidents all the time. We don’t discontinue vending machines or cars. What is the difference?”

The two of you spent the night talking. It had started as conversations about your respective families but, when it was clear that neither of you really wanted to talk in specifics about the people you had grown up around, the topic changed to other things.

Jack Russell was a werewolf, yes. But he was also just a person, as were you. You both were not solely hunters and you bonded over everything else, getting to know each other and discussing interests.

Jack had agreed to stay the night so you could monitor his wound in the morning. Then that morning, you ‘convinced’ him to stay for a little while longer. A few more days just to watch it heal.

You got him a new shirt and the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

Once those days were up, Jack kept finding reasons to stay. There was always some occasion the next day that kept him in your company and you didn’t mind at all.

After you both weathered the next full moon together, Jack stopped giving excuses to stay. He simply stayed without reason.

You both knew the reason though.

In the pale glow of morning after that first full moon, you had meant to kiss Jack’s cheek. You were happy he was okay and you had been working up the courage to show him some form of affection for a week or two now. You had only meant to kiss his cheek. A small and innocent act that could be nervously explained away if Jack was opposed to it. Simple. You already had the speech prepared in your head.

However, Jack had moved his head at just the wrong - or right if you think about it - moment and your lips collided.

You panicked, stuttering and stammering out apologies faster than your brain could really think them up. That is until Jack laid a hand on your cheek, stopping your speech instantly, drawing your frantic eyes to his.

He smiled sweetly at you and said, “Querida.” And kissed you again.

“Querida” = darling

I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, let me know if I made a mistake!

#jack russell x reader #werewolf by night x reader #wwbn x reader #x reader #imagines

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Run

Summary: Jack thinks you'll run away after a nasty nightmare, you prove him wrong

Warnings: Angst and Fluff rolled into one

A/N: I wrote a small oneshot with our boy being so tender! I hope you like it!

You took the kettle off as soon as it started to whistle, placing the kettle to the cold burner on the side and then retrieving the two mugs that were prepped and ready with two tea bags. Pouring one mug and then the next with pipping hot water, you set the kettle back on the stove to cool down as you took the two mugs and moved over to the bedroom door that was opened ajar. The soft glow from the bedroom stained the hallways floor, giving you a very small silhouette of a being that was inside. The shadow was hunched over, almost looking defeated before you could even go into the room. Taking a small moment, you inhaled softly and made sure you looked calm for the person inside your bedroom. Your eyes drifted over to your left arm, seeing the evident of the traumatic event that happened an hour earlier.

A bandage, wrapped around from your wrist to your elbow.

It started with a nightmare, not from you but from your partner and the love of your life: Jack Russell. You knew about Jack and his private life. it was one of the first things he confessed to you when you both first got together: How you life could be in the balance because of him and what he was capable of. That was never in your mind, nor did it make your away from him since he figured you would run for the hills. In fact, you stayed and loved him all the more, which made Jack open up to you ten fold. Perhaps you were crazy in staying with him, maybe insane. But you already knew deep down Jack’s soul and heart was beyond tender and sympathetic. There was not one bad bone in his body, not in how he treated you and made you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. But you also knew that being with Jack was not going to be like any other relationship you have been experienced in the past.

Safety was his main priority with you, and he was beyond serious about it.

You poked your head into the bedroom, seeing Jack hunched over in the middle of the bed with the blanket over his shoulders and his hands nestled in his lap, almost like he was holding something invisible with care and softness. His eyes were solemn, almost drained with bags under his orbs and his breath seemed labored and almost in pain as his shoulder were hunched and giving the assumption of defeat or grief.

It broke your heart to see him like this, and you wanted to make all that pain and that agony that you knew was festering inside of him: it was not like him at all. He made the room light up when you two were together, never once showing all that he had to endure when he was alone or with his lycanthropy. That was left in the shadows when you two were together, yet no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, it would slip out every once in awhile. The shift in his eyes, the small growl on his lips when a male was too close to you, and his quick reflexes tightened smell when you both were out and about. You got used to those small moments, thinking of them as mundane and nothing too serious. Yet tonight, Jack was torn from what he did.

Specifically, what he did to you.

“Baby?” You asked him, seeing him stay still on the bed as you walked into the bedroom, moving to sit in front of him on the bed and keeping your eyes on him the whole time. Your voice was remaining low and soothing, making sure not to having him spooked since he seemed more heightened in that moment. Jack still looked stiff, his eyes still in his lap with his own tangled fingers.

“I made you some tea,” You explained soothingly, placing your own tea mug on the nightstand to cradle his mug in your palms, “It’s Early Grey and it’s very calming for the nerves,”

You moved to take one of his hands, moving it to place the mug against his palm. Yet once his palm made contact with the mug, his eyes shifted instantly and his other hand moved within a fraction of a second, having you freeze up as his spare hand move up to touch the gauze and wrap on your arm. Watching his fingers dance along the cloth wrap on our arm, you saw the shift in his stare, the way his eyes soften then. Suddenly, you saw the glistening in his eyes and how they were getting wet.

“Hey,” You said urgently, seeing the tears fall from his eyes onto his cheeks, then down onto your bandage as he was still holding onto you as if you were going to fly away from him. It made your panic, seeing him break down right in front of you over something in your mind was a complete accident, “Jack, it’s okay—“

“N-no,” He blubbered, more tears were hitting his cheeks and falling to the ground. You could see it on his face, how he was inwardly breaking and punchier himself as he shook his head slowly and was gripping his mug a bit too tight, “I hurt you.”

That was far from the truth.

It was all from a nightmare he had. You woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and get a drink of water. But you were only gone for a few minutes at the latest, so when you walked back into the bedroom you were shocked to see Jack curled up in a tight ball on the bed under the sheets. Whimpering was heard from his lips, his hands were clutched so tight that it looked like he would break skin. A thin sheet of sweat was on his face and arms, his eyes were shut tight in such a violent manner it looked painful. This was scaring you, and you moved to place your glass of water on the bed and turn on one light on the nightstand to get a better look of his silhouette.

One minute you were trying to coax him and wake up carefully, the next minute he slashed your arm.

“You were having a nightmare,” You reminded Jack gently, moving to wipe his tears away with your thumb as his eyes were still cast down in defeat, “This was merely an accident and your nightmare was simply that: a nightmare. I am okay,”

“I made you bleed,” he blubbered out from his lips, “I never wanted to—“

“Jack, look at me, baby,” you interrupted him, making him go instantly quiet and look at you with massive puppy dog eyes. The sincerity in his eyes, the pain and anguish that you knew was not Jack at all was clearly seen and made you hold his hand even more.

“I am okay,” You repeated, making sure those words were sinking into Jack as he was searching your eyes, “We all have nightmares, and I know yours can get the best of you at times. But do you see me running from you right now?”

A moment of stillness was on the bed, Jack watching you now with the sadness out of his eyes and almost with a hint of shock from what you ask. It seemed a bit blunt to question him, but you had to find a way to get your point across. Your relationship withJack seemed worth fighting for and worth the work: Jack had those walls around him so high up that it would seem impossible to have it be stripped and bare. But you never saw it as a challenge, only as an opportunity to tear down those walls and see all of Jack. There was more to Jack than his fears and woes, more than what he deemed to be a “curse”. Every time you felt Jack was going to retreat from you, you held onto him tight and showed that you still loved him.

This was no different.

“No,” He replied, making you smile since his voice was no longer hurting or showing any sadness. It was more of a realization. You leaned into him a bit more as you moved to cup his face with both of your hands, making sure his eyes were right on you and you alone.

“The love we have is far deeper than a scratch, baby,” You explained, “I know what you are and what you are capable of. The good will always outweigh the bad, to me it will. I know you love me more than anything, and I love you just as much too. Nothing will ever make me run from you, Jack. Nothing, okay?”

It was as if he needed to hear it, the weight on his shoulders and near his neck was gone and his composure slumped. Jack melted into your hold, wrapping you in chi arms and hiding his face into your neck while you held him close to let him breathe. All his life he had to be hesitant on who he would let in and who he could love. You knew that, and yet you decided to say since you knew how much love he had to give. So being able to just let him hold you, keep you close after a nasty nightmare, it was enough for him to understand you loved him and care for him. Time slipped by, you not realizing how long you both were sitting together in the middle of the bed before Jack finally pulled away. You immediately reached over to get his mug and watch him take a few long drinks though the drink was now luke warm.

No matter how badly Jack was wanting to run, you were going to run after him.

The End.

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heartsfromjeanee · 1 year

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Drunken Love

Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: After a night of drinking with a new friend, Jack comes home after having more to drink than he could handle, and you take care of him A/N: I had just recently watched this short film (even though it came out in October oops) and I let me just say Jack is definitely going to be my new hyper fixated character along with Moonknight now

You were buried up in a blanket on your couch while hallmark movies played on the TV. You let out a soft sigh and glanced at the clock. 12:51 AM. You didn’t know why you were worrying so much. Jack had told you he was going out for drinks with his new friend…Jake was it? You could’ve sworn he said a Steven as well, but you couldn’t recall. You knew he was fine, but it was such a cold night and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your boyfriend.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Your head perked up from where you were laying at the sudden noise.

“Amooooor? ¿Estás aquí? Mi Amoooooorrrrr”

You could hear his slurred call from behind the door and you could instantly tell that your boyfriend way overestimated his drinking tolerance. You got up from the couch and quickly went to open the door to reveal Jack, who stunk of alcohol. His face lit up into a bright smile at the sight of you.

“Amor!” Jack exclaimed. His arms swung out wrapped them around your waist while his head took its usual spot it the crook of your neck. You could hear him inhale you sent and let out a satisfied hum. “You smell so sweeeeet mi amor, me encanta tanto.” He slurred into your neck.

While he clung onto you, he managed to close the door behind the both of you and lead him to the living room, where you had been laying moment ago.

“Honey how much have you had to drink?” You questioned curiously as you sat the both of you down. Jack began to place soft kisses on your neck mummering incoherent words as he trailed the kisses down to your chest. “Jack,” you placed a hand under his chin and removed his lips away from you skin so you could lift his head up to look at his face, “how much did you drink?”

“Mmmm Jake changed me to a drinking game at the bar…I, I definently beat him but he says he won.” Jack said with a slight pout, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. You ran your free hand through his salt and pepper colored hair and gave him a little scratch behind his ear, making his eyes flutter close with pleasure.

You leaned you lips to his forehead and placed a kiss upon it before declaring, “Jack I’m going to get you some water to drink and then we are both going to bed, you’re going to be exhausted in the morning. Stay here, okay?” You got up and began walking over to the kitchen. Though as you entered the room, you heard footsteps trail behind you. You turned your head to see Jack stumbling your way trying to catch up with you. “Honey why didn’t you stay on the couch?”

Jack was once again sliding his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder. “I missed you.”

“It’s been literally 10 seconds.”

“No, you left me on the couch forever.”

“If you say so sweetheart.” You shook your head and smiled to yourself. Carefully, you dragged Jack with you to the cabinet and grabbed a glass. Then, you maneuvered over to the sink and filled the glass up with water.

“Okay time to go to the bedroom, love.” You said as Jack stayed attached to you as you led him around.

“Oooo amor those are my favorite words~” Jack whispered into your ear, and you rolled your eyes.

“Not tonight, Jack.” You scolded as you brought the both of you into your bedroom. You leaned toward the nightstand to place down the water before forcefully detaching Jack from yourself so you could get him onto the bed. You sat him up against the headboard and while you turned to grab the water, he began to take off his shirt.

“It’s too hot in here.” He whined while struggling to get his shirt over his head. Once he finally got it off, you moved the cup of water to his mouth.

“C’mon love you need to drink up. It will cool you off.” Thankfully, Jack listened to your instructions, taking a few gulps out of the glass you held for him. When finished, you placed the glass back onto the table where it was before, next to the bottle of aspirin you left there for the morning. You yawned as you walked over to the other side of the bed while Jack fumbled off his belt and pants.

You climbed into the bed and situated yourself under the covers, Jack following suit. He was quick to curl up into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck just as he had done before. Once again, he had been mummering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your neck. It only took a few more minutes before the kisses stopped and soft snores filled the room.

“Buenas noches, mi amor.” You whispered before letting yourself drift off into a peaceful sleep as well.

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luckyheart-67676 · 2 years

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Jack Russell gives me cottagecore husband vibes

#cottagecore #jack russell x reader #werewolf by night #jack russell #werewolf by night x reader #cottagecore ain't just for the lesbians #it can be for the gays too #and the bisexuals

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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English is not my first language so sorry

YOU'RE WRITING FOR JACK RUSSELL😭😭. Can i ask for something where the full moon is coming and Jack is afraid to scare the reader?, please😭

Full Moon

parning: Jack Russell (werewolf by night) x fem!reader

a/n: YES I CAN SWEET ANON, this sounds like such a cute idea I hope you like what i’ve done! this doesn’t take place during the special!!

Warnings: I mean if you haven’t watched werewolf by night don’t read this go watch it!! fluff, unedited!

Jack paced around his bedroom biting at his thumb in thought. You had noticed for the past two days Jack had been acting strange around you. You had only known him for a few months prior to getting together after he timidly asked you on a date, but this was the first time you had been staying over at his place.

Jack hadn’t told you, how could he, he wasn’t sure how’d you react to what he was and he didn’t want to scare you away. He had never gotten this far into a relationship with someone, and he knew you were special and he couldn’t risk losing you.

After you went to bed early Jack left before you realized and were sound asleep. The following day you woke in his empty bed, you noticed his side wasn't even messy so you got up and searched the house. You looked in every possible place but he was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until you heard the door open and saw him walk through that relief washed over you.

It concerned you that he just disappeared without saying anything, but he apologized profusely to you. You forgave him of course, knowing he likely had a good excuse for it.

You sat with your legs crossed on the bed watching Jack's movements, he had told you there was something important he wanted to tell you. You knew it was something serious by the way he looked at you earlier with his eyes showing some underlying emotion, you knew now it was vulnerability. So you sat down and were waiting for him to open up to you.

He knew he could tell you anything, he trusted you completely now but he was just too nervous about this.

"Jack," you started. "Whatever it is, you don't have to tell me anything, it can wait until you're ready."

Jack finally meets your eyes and stops his pacing. He smiles warmly at you and walks over to you, taking your hands in his he kneels down in front of you.

"I know mi corazon, I know," he brings your knuckles up to his lips and places a kiss there.

"This is important, you have to know these things about me," he says solely. "I just don't want to scare you mi amour."

You take your right hand out of his grasp and bring it up to his cheek to trace his jawline, you can feel his slight stubble scratching your thumb.

"It's okay," you coo.

He lays his head on your lap sighing in almost defeat. The look you just gave him, ugh, full of so much endearment he swore he could die happy staring into your eyes. He groans and buries his head in your lap.

"You don't make this anymore easy amour," his voice muffled.

You giggle as you pet his hair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." he sits up again. "I'm just gonna tell you."

He takes a deep breath.

"Every month, once a month I change." he inhales again. "And on that night I become something I am not which you see before you, I become a beast. I'm not myself anymore when this happens I become an animal, a hunter."

The whole time he speaks you keep your face neutral so he can't really tell how you're taking this news.

"I turn into.... a werewolf."

You blink back at him a little stunned at all this but it doesn't shock you too much. in a world in which superheroes run around defending the earth from aliens, you wouldn't be surprised if every mith was real.

Jack tries to search your face for your reaction but your eyes scan elsewhere, He tilts his head at you.

"Mi amour?" he asks.

You look back at him and squeeze his hands. "Sorry,"

"I know it's a lot to process, and I've tried so many times to tell you I've just never found the right moment or words," he admits.

"Is this why you left yesterday? because of the full moon?"

he nods. You still couldn't believe your boyfriend was a werewolf, But it didn't freak you out at all was the strangest thing. A comfortable silence fills the air as you gather your remaining thoughts.

"Why didn't you just tell me Jack?" you asked.

"I was scared to tell you, I didn't want to freak you out or anything," he admits.

Your heart aches thinking that he couldn't trust you enough with his secret, but you understood his fear behind the uncertainty of how you would react to this news. You were trying to be as calm as possible for his benefit, you never wanted to make him feel unsafe.

"Next time please come to me about these things," you say sincerely. "you can trust me."

You bring your arms around his back into a tight embrace, and he holds you like he's never going to let you go. He knew now more than ever before that he could trust you.

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lilpunkrock · 2 years

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Teach Me

Status: Drabble

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Find my other Jack Russell works here and here.

AN: I cannot stop writing for this man. Thank you to my four years of high school-level Spanish and Google for helping me through this. I do apologize if there are any errors, I tried my very best!

Translations can be found at the end of the post. x

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“¿Cómo estás?”

“Estoy bien, gracias.”��

“¡Muy bien, mi amor!”

You flash a dazzling grin in response to Jack’s enthusiastic praise. The two of you sit on opposite ends of the couch, backs pressed against the arm rests so that you can face each other. When you had first asked him to help you learn Spanish a couple of months ago, his brows had jumped in genuine surprise. Little did he know that such a request had been on your mind for a long time. After all, your love for Jack had instilled in you a passion for learning about all aspects of his cultural heritage, and his native language was an integral part of that. While Jack had protested that, should you ever visit a Spanish-speaking region, he would be there to translate for you, you had politely declined. You wanted to be capable of standing at his side and conversing in his native tongue independently. Learning a new language was a challenge, sure, but the child-like glee in his eyes during your nightly practice sessions made the mental marathon worth it.

“Okay, another. What might you say if someone asked you, ‘¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?”

You pause, your brows furrowing deeply in thought. You knew the first word was ‘how,’ and ‘ayudar’ was ‘help…’ “Ummm…¿Estoy perdida?” you say hesitantly, a tentative smile playing on your lips.

Jack gives a scoff, rolling his olive green eyes in mock disbelief. “As if I would let you out of my sight. Still, muy bien.”

You give him a cheeky grin. Slowly, you slide one sock-clad foot across the couch to toy with the leg of his gray sweatpants. “Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo.”

A low hum rumbles in Jack’s throat at your words—a soft growl. His knuckles whiten as he clasps his folded hands a little tighter in his lap. You nibble at your bottom lip in delight as a rush of blood warms his cheeks. He clears his throat hastily, pushing that deliciously possessive rumble back down his throat as he eyes you keenly. “Not yet, mi amor. Though that could be arranged.” At your bright peal of laughter, he smiles. “You are doing well. Have you been practicing without me?”

“Maybe just a little,” you say coyly. More like every day, sometimes multiple hours a day. Little did he know that the Babbel app currently held the record for the greatest amount of screen time on your phone.

A slow smile pulls at Jack’s pink lips, his olive eyes twinkling, crinkling at the corners. Gosh, his eyes. Oh how you adored catching them peek at you over the rim of a coffee mug, finding them tracing your features when you woke up in the morning, watching them gaze up at you as he pressed gentle kisses into your skin, eyelids heavy and love-drunk. The pleased look on his handsome face sends your stomach into a tailspin.

“Alright, let’s try something harder.” That adorable smile remains plastered on his perfect pink lips. “What might you say if we were going to a restaurant?”

You pause, pursing your lips, thinking carefully. “Tengo una reservación,” you say slowly, your voice straight and even.

Jack gives a soft chuckle, a sound as sweet as a lullaby. “That’s pretty good. It is a little too…English. But you are close, so close. Roll your tongue, mi amor. Like this.” You watch carefully as he brings the tip of his tongue to the back of his top teeth and gives you a demonstration.

For all your extra practice, this particular detail of the language was something you were still struggling to muster. Hoping to prolong the inevitable embarrassment you’d experience when attempting it again, you offer him a shit-eating grin. “I can’t help that you’re better with your tongue than I am,” you say jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Well, only partly joking.

Though Jack buries his head in his hands, the gesture barely contains his laughter. And good thing, too, because the sound of his snickers is music to your ears. Your eager eyes catch the sight of the slight crook in his teeth peeking out from behind his hands. It’s one of your favorite features of his; your heart swells three sizes at the sight of it. “Ay, Dios mío. You are such a tease.” With a long sigh, he collects himself, waving his hand at you as he smooths out his expression. “Come now, mi amor, try again. Curl your tongue to the top of your mouth, behind your teeth. Like this.” He demonstrates again, ever the emphatic teacher. “And then push the air out quickly. Come on.”

You roll your eyes good-naturedly at him. “Okay, okay. I’ll try it.” His eyes hold yours steadily as you thoughtfully bring your tongue to the back of your teeth. It takes a few tries and some re-positioning, but when you’re ready, you try it again, “Tengo una reservación.”

Jack’s expression brightens instantaneously, positively radiant, beaming like the sun. The sight robs the breath straight from your lungs. You think you could practice rolling your r’s forever if it meant continuing to make him grin like that. “¡Muy bien, mi amada! You did it! You are killing it! Okay, okay, another one. Let’s see if you can remember it this time, okay? What do you say if you need to find the bathroom?”

Shit. One of the most crucial phrases, and you’d been struggling with it for weeks. That last word always seemed to escape you. What was it again…? “¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?”

Jack smirks at you, his olive eyes bright and amused. “El baño, mi amor.”

You groan, throwing your head back in defeat. “Shit, that was library, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why I can’t seem to get that one.”

The gentle press of a warm hand to your knee draws your attention. Jack leans toward you, kneading your knee softly, a gesture that turns your legs to noodles and sends your stomach aflutter with butterflies. “Don’t get down on yourself, mi amor. You are doing so well. You should be proud.” His expression is affectionate, his eyes a doorway straight to his heart. You feel yourself relax, melding like clay into his hands. “I am proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, cheeks flushed with delight. A slow smile pulls at your lips as you add, “You know, there is something else I’ve been practicing.”

Jack’s eyebrows reach for his salt-and-pepper hair. “Oh? What is it?”

You lean toward him, stopping when your noses are mere inches apart. “Eres un excelente profesor.” The words roll from your smiling lips, rehearsed many times over in preparation for this moment.

That beloved crooked grin of his is on full display as Jack smiles with glee. That smile could win wars—you just knew it. “Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición.”

His words slip over you masterfully, spilling from his lips like spun silk. Your brain scrambles to identify bits and pieces, but overall, the picture is incomplete. “Ah, no entiendo, mi amor.”

Jack gives an amused chuckle, eyeing you with a mix of humor and adoration. “We will get there,” he says assuredly, giving your knee a brief squeeze.

You smile brightly at him in response. With your faces drawn so closely together, you can see every divinely-woven thread in his irises, from the green plains at their borders to the brown earth at their cores. His jaw is blanketed in a short stubble—“Please don’t shave it yet, I love how it feels beneath my fingers,” you’d begged him—and his lips are plush and pink. This close to one another, the air between you feels charged, electric, alive. Your skin prickles, nerve endings firing like live wires. Only his touch on your knee soothes you.

Your gaze slips from his hand to his eyes coyly. “You know, you are such an excellent Spanish teacher…” you murmur softly, sweetly. Your fingers trail up his arm with agonizing slowness, slipping into the tousled hair at the nape of his neck. When you thread your fingers through it and give a gentle tug, Jack’s pupils dilate instantaneously. This time, the soft rumble that reverberates through his throat is insistent, needy. The sound sets your skin aflame, turns your bones to jelly. “Maybe…there’s something else you’d like to teach me?”

When he swallows, it’s with the desperation of a man starved of food and drink. His Adam's apple bobs deliciously, his brilliant eyes watching you like you’re a feast in a famine. In this moment, you’re so glad you asked him to teach you Spanish.

With the swiftness of an animal and the grace of a man, he scoops you up into his arms, pressing a warm kiss to the shell of your ear. “Vámonos.”

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Translations:

“¿Cómo estás?” — "How are you?"

“Estoy bien, gracias.” — "I'm good, thank you."

“¡Muy bien, mi amor!” — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"

"¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?" — "How can I help you?"

"¿Estoy perdida?" — "I'm lost?"

"Ayúdame, necesito encontrar a mi esposo." — "Help me, I need to find my husband."

"Dios mío." — "My God/my goodness"

"Tengo una reservación." — "I have a reservation."

"Mi amor" — "My love"

"¡Muy bien, mi amada!" — "Very good, my darling/my beloved!"

"¿Dónde está…la biblioteca?" — "Where is...the library?"

"Eres un excelente profesor." — "You are an excellent teacher."

"Y tengo una estudiante muy hermosa y talentosa. Mi amada, eres una bendición." — "And I have a very beautiful and gifted student. My beloved, you are a blessing."

"Vámonos." — "Let's go."

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