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[torossosebs]

this four are living in my head rent free

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[cinebration]

Come Back To Me (Jack Russell x Reader) [Part 1]

Premise: Caught in a hunter’s trap, you nearly give up hope until Jack arrives to lend a helping hand.

I still have requests to do, but I HAD to write this.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Warnings: blood, gore

Gif Source: timothydalton

Pain flared red hot through your guts, burning deep in parts of yourself you had never hoped to see exposed.

A wooden spike protruded out from your abdomen, your blood and flesh coating its surface.

Gritting your teeth, you wheezed through your nose, biting back a cry. Tears, both of pain and panic, blurred your vision. Calling for help should have been your first priority—you were weighing it heavily through the fog of excruciating pain—but if there really was a monster lurking about in the woods, alerting it to your position would be a certain death sentence.

Not that the stave that pierced you wasn’t one.

I didn’t even want to be here!

The faintest hint of a whimper slipped past your teeth. Another threatened to follow. Pressing your lips tight, you swallowed it back.

Think, you hissed at yourself. Focus on a solution.

The waxing moon hung above you through the trees, your view of the sky circumscribed by the edges of the hole you had fallen into. A very old hunter’s trap, mostly rotted from rains and new growth—but for a sharpened stick planted here and there in the rich soil. That no animal had become prey to it surprised you in a distant, removed part of yourself.

Just a stupid human, you thought bitterly.

Sucking in a painful breath, you reached behind you. Torn muscles in your abdomen pulled as you tried to feel the length of the stave sticking into your back. The pain turned white-hot. Sparks flashed across your eyes.

Darkness.

~~

When you woke, the pain resurged. Fighting the urge to flail, you tried again, struggling against the thick fog in your mind. Moving slower than before, you reached, brushing the stave with your fingers. You walked them down the length of the stick, felt sticky dirt not a few inches down.

You were nearly to the base of it.

Panic whispered in the back of your mind, sickly sweet as its volume began a steady crescendo to a roar. Shoving it back, you focused on keeping your gasps quiet and even, the throbbing in your skull warning you of hyperventilation.

I just need to get myself off this thing.

You couldn’t fathom how. Though your feet touched the ground, you weren’t properly leveraged to slide yourself off the stave, not when reaching behind you to brace yourself with both hands would knock you unconscious again.

I can’t get out.

Panic shouted then, sending a wave of icy dread over you. Tears blurred your vision again, hot against your cheeks.

“I probably deserve this,” you whispered hoarsely, the irony of the situation not lost on you despite the agony.

“Hello?”

You froze, your heart stuttering in your chest hard enough for the pain in your stomach to lance up your spine. Pain choking your voice, you called weakly, “Help.”

A face peered over the rim of the hole. Backlit by the moon, the man stood in silhouette, a dark cutout against the sky. “You’re hurt.”

“Yes.”

“Can I help you?”

You almost huffed in frustration. “Yes.”

Nodding, the shape swung itself over the lip of the hole and slowly dropped down the wall, avoiding the few staves that still protruded from the ground. Hurrying to your side, he glanced first at the end sticking out of you, then peered underneath. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Dread coiled around your throat for a moment. “What?”

“Being impaled isn’t great.”

Great, a comedian. “Yeah.”

“If I pull you off it, that could be worse.”

“You don’t happen to have a saw on you, then?”

“Uh…” He patted his pockets. “Sadly, no.”

“I have…I have a knife.”

“Oh, good, that’s helpful. Where?”

You pointed to your thigh, where it was strapped into a holster. The man deftly removed it, brandished it in the moonlight. The sharp edge gleamed wickedly.

“That’s quite a knife,” he said, his voice hesitant. “Are you a hunter?”

“Technically,” you answered. Why am I wasting breath answering these questions? As if in response, pain flared through you again, your hands clenching into fists.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he soothed, leaning over you. “I’m going to start cutting.” He hesitated. This close, you could see his features but not the color of his eyes. A funny canine pushed against his upper lip as he grimaced. “This is going to hurt.”

Nodding, you squeezed your eyes shut and focused on your labored breathing. You felt him grab the base of the stave, the vibration of that slight action traveling through you. Pain sparked along with it.

You knew when he began cutting. Each scrape of the blade against the wood sent fireworks of agony exploding through you, traveling all the way to your toes. You bit back a scream, your breath whistling through your clenched teeth, your body a taut bow.

He stopped. You exhaled with a gasp, sucked another one in. Sweat poured down your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered. Brushing his hand over your forehead, he wiped away the sweat with warm fingers, his touch gentle and surprisingly soothing. “My name is Jack.”

You found your voice, hoarse and broken. “Have you done this before, Jack?”

“Yes.”

“But nothing this bad, right?”

He ducked his head, averting his gaze. “No.”

“Great.”

He brushed his palm over the back of your hand, squeezed it. “I am going to start again.”

You seized his hand reflexively.

He stared directly into your eyes, his gaze calm and apologetic. “You’re doing well. I can tell you’re very strong.”

A rueful laugh limped brokenly over your lips. “Not strong enough.”

“Very strong.” He gently pulled his hand from yours. It took all your effort not to make a noise of distress at the loss of comforting contact.

He bent down to resume. You tensed, pain dancing along your nerves.

He made a soothing sound. “Tell me how you became a hunter.”

You braced for the cutting, didn’t feel anything. Peeling open your eyes, you found him looking into your face again.

“Talk to me,” he encouraged. “Do you like…hunting?”

What is this guy? A therapist?

Your voice answered anyway. “No.”

He bent back down, disappearing from your peripherals. “If you don’t like it, why do you do it?”

“Because…”

“Yes?”

“Because I’m good at it.”

Vibrations traveled along the stave, agony lancing through you anew. Squirming, you fought to breathe, your vision darkening at the edges as you sucked in a ragged breath.

His voice managed to pierce through the loudness of the pain. “You’re doing well.”

“It…doesn’t…feel…like…it,” you hissed.

“I’m almost done. Can you hold on a little longer?”

You didn’t think you could, but you wanted the pain to stop. “Yes.”

You blacked out.

~~

“Hey,” a mildly accented voice whispered. “Come back to me. You need to come back to me, okay?”

Excruciating pain woke you violently. You twitched, jerked awake.

Soothing hands pressed against your shoulders, keeping you from moving. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Peeling open your grainy eyes, you found yourself peering into Jack’s face again. Genuine concern and sympathy colored his fine features. Swallowing thickly, you whispered, “Is it over?”

“Kinda. It’s still in there, but we’re not in the hole anymore.”

You glanced around slowly, realized he was right. You sat with your shoulder propped against a tree a few feet away from the dark opening of the pit.

Glancing down, you saw the stake did still protrude from your stomach, the fabric of your shirt torn around it like a second skin. The sight of it made you dizzy. Your head tipped against the rough bark, your eyes fluttering shut as you fought to control your breathing.

“We need to get you help,” Jack said, glancing over his shoulder. “Fast.”

“One for Sherlock,” you heard yourself say. Unconsciousness had started reaching for you again, cold fingers trying to seduce you back into its dark waters.

“Hey, you need to stay with me, okay? I know you can do this.”

“You don’t know me.”

A pause.

“No, that’s true. What’s your name?”

You laughed, seized in pain. When it passed, you managed to hiss out your name.

“See, now we know each other.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Okay, I can tell you I’m not a hunter…usually.”

“What does that mean?”

He shrugged, averting his gaze as he peered over your shoulder into the woods. “And I know you don’t like hunting but do it anyway. How many people know you don’t like hunting?”

You hesitated. “N…nobody.”

“See? You already told me a secret. We know each other.” He fixed his attention back on you, the world narrowing to the conviction in his eyes. “I know you can do this.”

You almost believed him. Nodding, you took his hands and let him lift you to your feet. The world spun beneath you, the stars above whirling. As you fought the dizziness, Jack kept his hands on you the whole time, a stabilizing anchor as you struggled to right yourself.

When the ground stopped tilting, you opened your eyes again and took a tentative step forward, then another. Each movement sent sharp pain through you, your breath more labored than before. You wanted to hunch over and curl into a ball, perhaps crawl into a hole and die.

Jack led you carefully across the treacherous landscape, steering you around and over gnarled roots hidden by damp leaves. A branch snapped off to your left.

You both froze. The forest fell silent around you.

Heart thundering in your chest, you prayed it wasn’t the creature. God knew your blood was a beacon.

A night bird resumed a tentative song. Breathing a sigh of relief, you resumed your painful trek.

A thought crossed your mind. “What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for a friend.”

“A friend? Out here?”

“Yes. They like it here.”

“Haven’t they heard there’s a monster around these parts?”

You caught the faint uplift of a rueful smile on his lips. “They aren’t afraid.”

“They should be.”

“They can take care of themselves.” The conviction in his voice brooked no argument.

“I hope so,” you muttered.

Another branch snapped, this time behind you. You froze, jerked around to look into the dark. A cry slipped past your lips as pain lanced through your pierced guts.

The silence cracked.

You felt the bullet slice through the space between you and Jack. Instinct drove you down to the floor, dragging Jack along with you. The tip of the stave smashed into the earth, shoving it back through its entrance.

You screamed, the sound shrill and guttural at the same time.

Hands grabbed you under your armpits, dragged you across the detritus. Another gunshot split the air, whizzing past and smashing into a tree.

“Not even the full moon yet,” a voice called out, “and you’re already jonesing for meat? Animal!”

Jack crouched down in front of you, your vision swinging between focused and unfocused. He grabbed your face, palms warm against your chilled cheeks. “Everything is going to be okay, okay? I have to leave you.”

Through the agony-induced fog, you latched onto him. “Don’t leave me.”

“I have to,” he apologized. “You will get hurt otherwise.”

“I’m already hurt.”

Another bullet took a chunk of wood out of the tree you leaned against. Wood chips sprayed over your hair, made you duck. Pain stabbed your gut anew.

“He’s after me, okay? I have to run away so he doesn’t accidentally shoot you.” Jack slipped off his coat and draped it over you, his voice calm despite his haste. “He can get you help.”

“Please don’t leave,” you whispered, fighting against the darkness edging your vision.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry.”

Then he was gone, his warmth vanishing. You glimpsed him hustling through the trees and melting into the darkness cast by their canopies. An altogether different pain constricted your chest.

Footsteps moved through the undergrowth toward you.

“Help,” you gasped, your voice hardly audible above your broken breathing. Blood poured through the ragged wound in your stomach, thickly pulsing between your fingers. “Help me.”

Boots stepped into view. Swearing, the man dropped to his knees, pulled off the jacket. “Jeezus. He did this?”

You shook your head, though it felt like it rolled on a loose stem. “Hunter’s…trap.”

“Shit.” The man slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out a large walkie-talkie from deep within his coat. “Let’s get you help, lady.”

You glanced back through the trees as he radioed for help. A shadow seemed to detach itself from a tree far ahead. For a moment, it seemed like it gave a thumbs up.

Then it was gone.

#Jack Russell x Reader #Jack Russell #Jack Russell imagine #Gael Garcia Bernal x Reader #Gael Garcia Bernal #Gael Garcia Bernal imagine #Gael Garcia-Bernal x Reader #Gael Garcia-Bernal #Gael Garcia-Bernal imagine #Werewolf by Night #Marvel #MCU

[wwinterwitch]

can i request something with jack russel? i saw you posted a few stuff about wwbn and i'm really excited to see what you have in mind for this character. it can be whatever you want, really. i truly enjoy your work🤍

the wolf and the witch — jack russell

summary: you met jack through ted and despite all of you becoming friends at first, jack can't deny he's had a crush on you since the day he met you

pairing: jack russell x witch!reader (ted is also in the story ofc)

word count: 3.2K

contains: fluff, confession of feelings (mutual), friends to lovers, jack is really in love and ted loves to tease him about it, just two awkward dorks in love.

note: i have no idea where i was going with this but anyways, i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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It was really just a coincidence that you found Ted in the woods that night, but you were so glad you two happened to cross paths. As soon as the tall creature saw you, he let out a sound that sounded both surprised and terrified. You wondered what could've happened that made him have that type of reaction to your presence, but after hearing voices from a group of people nearby shouting to one another if they found "the monster" yet, you immediately understood what was going on.

And you couldn't blame Ted for being terrified of you, not wanting you to come near him at first, taking a step back when you tried to get closer to him. It was only when you quickly explained you're not a hunter that he looked just a tiny bit more relaxed. That's when you took your chance to offer your help, which he reluctantly accepted at first. It was either trusting you and following you back to your cabin or roaming the forest and risking the hunters finding him.

It was on the walk to your house that you realized he was injured, which made you hurry to get home so you could heal him. He walked behind you in silence, his head occasionally snapping to a certain direction whenever he heard even the slightest of sounds. Just by examining his behavior, you realized this isn't the first time he has been running from hunters.

And to you, this isn't the first time you've rescued someone from getting killed by evil hunters. You live in this cozy-looking little cabin in the woods, just a few minutes away from where you bumped into Ted. It makes sense for a witch to live there, especially giving your deep connection to nature. The sound of birds chirping, the water from the river echoing through the woods and the tall trees trying to reach the clear blue skies is all you've ever needed. There's a town nearby you visit often, but the idea of living there repels you. You much rather prefer to stay surrounded by nature. It keeps you focused, which is extremely helpful to practice your abilities.

As soon as you got home, Ted seemed to trust you a lot more than before. That tiny bit of comfort you were able to bring only grew when you kindly offered to help him with his injury. You took out everything you needed and began working, Ted standing next to you as he curiously examined what you're doing. A giggle almost escapes your lips after hearing the tiny growl he lets out in surprise when he sees a large cloud of turquoise smoke fill the kitchen and disappear almost as soon as it appears.

"That's right, my friend. I am a witch," you offered kindly, turning to look at him for a brief second before focusing back on the potion. "And yes, I can understand you," you quickly added when he growled again. Only one other human has been able to understand what he says.

At this point, he was fully trusting you when you told him to sit down. His big bright eyes continue to observe you as you take a few herbs and put them inside the bowl, melting when they make contact with the turquoise liquid, transforming the mixture into some kind of ointment. He allows you to rub the final product against his wounded skin, growling excitedly when he realizes whatever you put on top of him is absorbing into his skin and immediately healing the wound, which inevitably makes his pain go away.

"You're welcome," you smile when he turns to thank you. "I'm sorry you had to come across those hunters. It's not the first time I've found someone trying to escape from them in this forest. I'm very glad I found you..." you trail off, waiting for him to finish that last statement with his name. "Ted," you repeat before quickly introducing yourself as well.

You offered Ted something to eat or drink. He fell in love with the fruit you grow in your little garden right next to your house, shyly asking if you could give him a few more. Of course you gave him more fruit, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible after the traumatic experience he suffered out there.

"You have a place to stay, Ted? I'm sure I can make space for you here." He shakes his head, a series of growls leaving his mouth. "Oh, you have a friend out there looking for you? Well, in that case, you're more than welcome to wait for them here."

Ted thanked you yet again. You kept him company while waiting for his friend, teaching him a little bit more about your magic. It was safe to say he was absolutely amazed by everything you were able to do.

A series of hurried knocks on your front door interrupted you. A hand rests gently on top of Ted's arm, trying to silently tell him you won't let anyone or anything hurt him. His eyes softened, deciding to trust you one more time.

On the other side of the door stood a tall, slender man with brown hair and green eyes. He looked anxious, desperate even. He was a little taken aback at first when he saw you, fixing his tie at the same time he started speaking.

"Hello, miss. So sorry to bother you, but–"

He was interrupted by the voice of Ted coming from inside your house. He immediately stood up and you were quick enough to move out of the way when you saw him walking towards the door, greeting the stranger with a hug. The man standing at the door let out a huff in annoyance after being lift up from the ground, but patted his friend's arm nonetheless and waited to be put down. You guessed this was Ted's friend. 

The man was visibly surprised to see Ted greeting him so casually, but you could still notice the way his features softened, relieved to see his friend was safe. "There you are, you trouble maker!" he quickly says as Ted is finally putting him back on the ground. "You almost gave me a heart attack. What were you thinking going on your own without waiting for me? I told you this would happen!"

You take a few steps back from the door to give them a little space, hearing the way Ted starts apologizing to his friend before explaining everything that happened from the moment they separated.

"Healed you in seconds? How is that– a witch?" he asks, turning to look at you to catch you already staring at him, that nervous gaze from before making his eyes shine in a particular way it made them look just that much captivating. "Sorry...I wasn't really expecting that one."

"No worries. Perhaps you'd like to have a coffee or something before you have to leave?"

"That would be nice, thank you, but we have to get going right now before the hunters find him." Ted immediately let out a growl, complaining. The man gave him an unamused look. "She's done enough for you, don't you think?"

You chuckle at their last exchange, shaking your head. "It's okay. You're more than welcome to visit me anytime you'd like, my friend."

The man looked confused as to why you were able to understand his friend, but didn't comment on it. You are a witch after all. Ted turned your way and walked closer to you so he could embrace you. He was much bigger and taller than you, so you struggled a little before you were able to hug him back.

Ted was the first one to walk outside, his friend standing near your doorway with a shy smile on his face. "Thank you for helping him...it looks like he really likes you."

"I like him too, he's adorable. I'm glad nothing too bad happened to him."

He nodded, looking at the open door before turning back to you. "Me too...well, we should probably get going. Thank you again," he says, looking back at Ted before he quickly turns back to look at you as if he was forgetting something. "My name is Jack, by the way."

It was impossible not to smile back at how awkward he was. A good awkward, of course. You just met him but he already seems like the nicest guy on the planet. "Nice to meet you, Jack. I hope I'll be seeing you and Ted soon."

And to your luck, you did see them again. After a few days Ted appeared outside your kitchen window, excitedly waving at you. Jack followed closely behind, hands inside the pockets of his coat and the brightest of smiles when he saw you walking outside the cabin, greeting Ted with a hug.

Ever since then, they've become your best friends. You didn't have many chances to meet others and built long-lasting friendships. All your life you've been told you're too weird, so eventually you stopped trying to be liked by a world that simply couldn't give that to you.

But with Ted and Jack things were different. You've finally found two friends who genuinely care about you. They make you feel important and loved. It was an overwhelming feeling you didn't think you were deserving of in this lifetime.

You offered Jack some coffee and Ted some of the fruit he loved so much, chatting with them for a while before you excused yourself. You attend your garden, leaving both of them inside the house for a few minutes. Ted couldn't keep himself from letting out a sound very similar to a chuckle before saying something to Jack, who has been constantly looking outside the window that, casually, allows him to see you while you work.

"Oh, stop it! I wasn't– I'm not staring at her," was his poor attempt. Ted just laughs again. "What?" Jack looks horrified by what comes out of Ted's mouth. "Wha– no! I do not have a crush on her, what are you talking about?"

Ted was not amused, shaking his head after his friend's statement. Jack could never hide his true feelings from Ted no matter how hard he tries. He knows him a little too well, so it was obvious by the way Jack behaves around you that he has a crush on you.

"You're being ridiculous," Jack insisted, brushing him off. "I know better than that." Ted growls again right after, earning an annoyed look from Jack. "What do you mean 'what do you mean'? It's obvious she doesn't feel the same way, why would I even bother?"

Ted practically roared, not liking that last comment at all. There's nothing he hates more than hearing Jack put himself down. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

A pillow flew across the room and almost landed on Jack's face if it wasn't for the fact that he slapped it away before quickly grabbing it to throw it back at him with as much force as possible. Both of them were completely silent when the pillow stopped moving, floating in the middle of the room. Then, they turned to look at you standing in the doorway.

"Can't leave you two alone, apparently."

"Ted started it!"

"And you continued it," you argued with a swift move of your hand, the pillow landing back on the couch where it was before.

"Yeah, but...I was going to throw that pillow only because someone else did it first."

"I like how invested you are in this," you smiled, walking towards the kitchen to leave the basket with fresh vegetables and fruit that you got from the garden.

Jack followed you. "Well, I'm just trying to prove my innocence," he smiled back, both of you staring at each other in a way the had Ted growling as if he was trying to say 'are you kidding me?'

"What made you so upset?" you ask, focusing back on the basket, not realizing Jack gave him a warning look.

Ted gave his friend a look but eventually said something about Jack wanting to leave the cabin earlier than expected and he got upset because of it.

"Oh, you guys need to leave?" you asked with obvious disappointment.

Jack quickly shakes his head after your question. "I was just messing with him."

"Great! Then I'll cook a little something for you guys."

You didn't wait for an answer as you began working on the food. Jack didn't know exactly what to do so he just watched you in silence while Ted walked towards the door.

"Out?" Jack quickly asks when he hears Ted growl. "What if you get lost or something bad happens?"

"It's fine, he can take care of himself," you say in Ted's defense. "Don't wander too far away from the house, okay?"

Ted gave Jack a triumphant look, starting to make his way outside the house. Jack stood there like a complete fool, staring at the front door, completely mortified.

"You can join him if you worry about him getting in trouble," you suggested after noticing the expression on his face. Of course, you didn't know he's like this because Ted just left the two of you alone.

Jack shrugged. "He'll be fine."

You look at him a bit confused by the sudden change in his opinion regarding Ted being in the woods alone, but quickly decide to let the subject go. Instead, you focus on cutting and peeling a few vegetables.

While you were doing that, Jack just stood there, a terrible sting in the pit of his stomach, anguish and a sense of longing taking over him as he watched you. All of those feelings together almost made him feel sick.

It was so delusional to think he could ever have this. The joy of waking up next to you in the mornings, smelling your scent in all his clothes and all around him, watching you practice your spells, helping you cook...he's pretty sure he'll never get tired of it. Of any of it. It'd be lovely to have a chance with you, but he fears this domestic bliss will always be nothing but a dream.

"You're awfully quiet," you point out with a smile, hoping nothing bad was going on.

"I apologize," he quickly says, feeling more self aware than ever. He could practically feel his face burning, which was definitely not a good sign. "I got lost in my thoughts."

"Care to share?"

This time it was Jack the one smiling. "Not sure if I should."

"I'll find out sooner or later."

The comment made him laugh. "Oh, is that so? You're going to cast a spell or something?"

"Please," you scoffed. "I don't need magic to convince you to tell me," you quickly added, before changing the subject. "Speaking of magic though, how was that potion I made for you? Did it make you feel better after the full moon?"

"I slept like a baby," he replied with his characteristic smile. "I can't thank you enough."

"No need to thank me. Knowing I helped you is enough."

Jack was reaaaally struggling not to get this conversation to get to his head and make him believe things that are not there. You just want to help because you're his friend.

Oh, but it's hard to remember you're just a friend when you're looking at him with those beautiful eyes and being so incredibly caring and gentle with him. You're so perfect, it's actually painful.

Friends. Just friends. Platonic. Not a chance.

"You're doing it again, Jack," you warn playfully. Jack smiles shyly as he tries to avoid your gaze at all costs. He looked even more adorable than usual, something you didn't think was possible. "What could possibly be so important that you keep drifting away from our conversation?"

You're not really expecting an answer, as it was more of a statement than an actual question. Still, you notice the way Jack's gaze sets upon you, like trying to silently tell you something he can't or doesn't want to say out loud. You feel the tables turning as you find yourself avoiding his gaze now. He wasn't just looking, he was observing– analyzing you.

He lets out the cutest little chuckle when you look away from him. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"If you decide to tell me what you are thinking, perhaps I'll share."

Jack was still smiling when he lightly shook his head. "It doesn't sound fair."

"How is that not fair?" you protest.

"Believe me, it isn't," he insisted. "I have a lot to lose if I tell you."

"And how do you know I have nothing to lose if I tell you?"

Jack was suddenly quiet, scanning your face once more until the realization hit him. He felt so embarrassed, he was positive he's beginning to blush (if he wasn't already). "Are we– what are you thinking?" he says, almost frustrated.

It seems like you finally understand as well, having a similar reaction as him. "What are you thinking?" you repeat, feeling a knot in your stomach because you couldn't possibly be thinking the same thing...right? There's no way both of you were thinking the exact same thing all along?

You hear Jack's chuckle once more before he finally decides to confess. "I was thinking– and I have been thinking about this for a while, that I really like you. I've tried to tell myself we're just friends but I can't lie to myself when I know exactly how I feel," he says. You can't quite believe what you're hearing at that very moment. "Was...I'm sorry, was terrible. Is that– is that what you were thinking too or did I just make a complete fool of myself?

"You're not a fool, Jack," you quickly correct him. "I was thinking the same thing."

His eyes light up in an instant and you hoped that's not the last time you get to witness such a beautiful sight. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" you say as if it was obvious. "I was afraid to say anything because...well, I'm used to rejection. Not many people like witches, I guess."

"Not many people enjoy the company of werewolves, either," he replies."We do make quite the pair, don't you think?"

"Oh, definitely," you agree, giggling. There was a brief silence before you decided to speak. "So...now that we know we're on the same page about this, maybe we can grab a coffee or something? I know a good coffee shop in the town nearby that we can visit. Just...you know, the two of us."

"Those were a lot of words just to ask me on a date," Jack points out to tease you. "Coffee sounds great."

Neither you or Jack could stop smiling at this point, feeling so embarrassed by this confession but so relieved that the other feels the same.

You're not exactly sure when Ted was back inside the house, walking inside the kitchen with an excited growl. “What did I tell you about eavesdropping?” Jake asks with a grin.

#jack russell #werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #jack russell fic #werewolf by night fic #mcu x reader #gael garcia bernal #gael garcia bernal x reader

[kimhargreeves]

Hungry Like A Wolf- Jack Russell x Reader (smut)

Summary: Jack does everything he can to protect you. A wolf is known to be extremely overprotective of their significant other, Jack has had enough of fighting his instincts after his werewolf transformation and let's his true feelings for you be known.

(Warnings: mentions of blood, death, smut, female oral receiving, anal, marks, mating, doggy style, possessiveness, dominance, and other things I can't remember. Anyways enjoys since I've seen almost no one write on this man and not smut had been found, so I am here doing gods work thank you very much.)

Old soft classic music began to play throughout the Bloodstone residence. When entering the room for the first time, it is decorated with expensive and unique paintings, ancient relics hard to find along with the heads of many monsters decorating the pale colored walls. Verussa was talking to the house's Butler while now I remained seated looking at the fireplace.

Today us six hunters have gathered for Ulysses Bloodstone's funeral, and for one of us to be in possession of the blood stone.

Quiet footsteps could be heard from behind me. Immediately I rose up from my spot on the couch and I felt my heart beat faster and I smiled lovingly at the man who had just arrived. My old friend Jack Russell.

I made my way closer to him, "Jack."

The tall dark haired man looked down at me and returned the hug when I had wrapped my arms around him, I felt his head resting on my shoulder close to my neck. I took a step back and saw his eyes staring at me long fully.

"It's been weeks since we saw each other, (Y/N).  How have you been?" Jack asked resting his hands behind his back and beginning to walk by my side.

"It's been exactly a month." I remind him and feel myself become flustered when he smiled down at me. "You've been into hiding ever since we joined in that last mission."

I remind him since we were fighting a monster, he was to be defeated by me but he was too strong. Jack told me that he could take care of it, it was impossible to see anyways since it was around midnight. Jack simply told me to get to safety and leave it to him, since then, I hadn't seen him.

Jack went over to sit on the couch with me following right next to him, sitting real close to him my front facing him as I sat on my knees. "You're too awfully close, (Y/N)." Jack said nervously, back to his awkward and cute self. His Spanish accent could be heard even more.

"You've been more nervous than before." I chuckle and reached my hand forward to rest on his face and the side of head lightly running my nails through his scalp.

Jack seemingly leaned into my touch when I did that and he quickly pulled away and scratched the place where I had touched him. The action made me lightly chuckle.

"You seem a bit different. I never quite said it, but it's impressive the amounts of hunting you've done these past few months."

I rested my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him, thought I felt Jack trying to remove himself from my grip. "You're always so warm too." I comment and felt his hands on my arms pulling me away.

"Is something wrong?" I ask tilting my head and noticed Jack's eyes land down my chest to my neck. Flustered he looked away and suddenly stood up fixing his coat.

"N-Nothing is wrong! I'll be right back."

I forced a smile on my face and watched Jack to go and examine the Bloodstone quickly beginning a conversation with one of the hunters in the room.

"I can almost smell the blood on your hands."

"Thank you. Aye I like the whole look with the makeup. It's a killer trademark."

"It's to honor my ancestors." Jack responds looking at Jovan the hunter.

"Yeah. Not much for honoring my ancestors and feelings like that. I just know it looks brilliant on you." The taller man says in a thick accent.

"I mean. I know the importance and anonymity in our line of work, but it gets lonely. Just want to say I'm proud to be honoring old Ulysses tonight."

"Ulysses, of course! Hard to believe he's gone." Jack says turning to face Ulysses closed coffin? I sat up and watched at it curious at why the coffin is positioned up.  

"So, any of these hacked beasties your handiwork?" He asks looking at Jack.

"No... No, but him. Him I fought a few times." He says pointing at the head. "He's never looked so alive."

This earned a chuckle from the older man. Verussa Bloodstone lifted her black veil and turned to look at us, quickly telling us to sit down. Jack came over to my side and I eagerly sat a bit closer and noticed him looking down at me.

We rounded up and did as the older woman said, we were sat down close by the fireplace and staring at the woman who stepped next to the coffin.

The older woman began to walk over to each of us, counting down the kill counts we've won. "Thirty seven kill. Forty three. Fifty seven quite impressive. Sixty seven. And over One Hundred deaths give or take." She pointed looking at Jack who seemed surprised by it.

"Over one hundred?"

"Mhm yup." Jack said staring at the woman.

Verussa walked closer to the coffin once more. "So many death dealers in one room. Oh, my dear." she stared at the coffin and talking to her husband who was inside.

"Thank you for gathering in ritual for shedding your masks tonight in honor of Ulysses Bloodstone. He was a leader, a friend, s liver without equal. Knowing his spirit would not be with us tonight to stayed his wishes for the ceremonial hunt, he orchestrated his present in other ways."

The coffin slowly started to open and I stare at the man's cadaver surprised at seeing Ulysses. The rotting body began to move like a puppet. An audio beging to play of the man's voice.

The rest of us exchange weird looks while we continue to stare at the corpse. Ulysses began to thank all of us for coming and also thanking Verussa for this moment.

This honor can only be bestowed upon the strongest and most committed to our mission. Very soon, a monster unlike anything you faced will be released into the sacred grounds. The hunter who slays this beast will become our new leader, taking possession of my Bloodstone. Good luck. I'll be rotting for you."

We all lightly chuckled and saw the coffin slowly close.

"The onto weapons permitted tonight have been placed in the garden. The stone will be affixed to the monsters hide. This will weaken it and also make it angry." Verussa says saving up the stone.

"Let's go and see who will be the first hunter to get the stone." Verussa said making us all stand up from our spot. Jack took hold of my shoulder and walking by my side.

"Time to see how this shit will go." I whispered and made him chuckle.

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Each of us entered the garden. We were all separated and as soon as I entered the gardens and began to search for stone on my own, Jack out of the sudden found me easily and told me to remain by his side. So without question I remained close to him and began to do everything as he said.

It was long after he introduced me to Ted who was camouflaged by a hedge. The monster didn't seem dangerous at all, he seemed friendly and seemed to understand everything that Jack was telling him.

"So, the whole plan was to get in here and free him? That's impressive." I praise Jack and noticed his cheeks turn to a slight red.

"I will be needing your help, though. You're the only person I can trust with this whole thing-" Jack immediately stopped and raised his head up. "Let's go." Jack quickly reached to grab my hand and made me run after him still holding onto my hand.

We rounded a corner and I was pushed against a wall and silenced by Jack covering my mouth with his hand. I remained still and stared up at him confused. Jack got even closer, hiding me with his body when we spotted someone walking nearby.

How did he hear that someone close to us? I've got a good ear but didn't hear or sense anyone.

"Let's go, (Y/N)." Jack grabbed hold of my hand again and we ran to hide inside a sort of mausoleum.

"No no!" It was too late. Jack and I dumbfounded looked back and realized that we couldn't open the door we just came through. We were now locked inside with Elsa Bloodstone.

This already felt awkward...

"Sorry..um how do we get out?" I asked and saw Elsa giving me a weird stare. Jack stepped in front of me and tried asking Elsa if there's a way out of here. The woman said almost nothing and kept to herself.

Jack looked down at me and noticed something on my leg. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" I looked at him confused and noticed his eyes looking down at me.

My leg got harmed, or more like my thigh area. A large slash was torn on my pants and I noticed blood pouring out of the wound. I was too focused on Jack than I didn't feel the pain.

"T-This is fine." I tried to play it off when I felt the pain sweeping through and for him to not worry.

"You are not fine. You got hurt because of me." Jack began to tell to himself. "Is it okay if I wrap up your wound? It has to be right or either the bleeding won't stop." He began to tell me.

"F-Fine do it." I said looking away and feeling Jack get on his knees, he took something off from him and I felt him rip it so he could wrap my wound.

I looked over and felt a blush across my face when I saw Jack intently examining the wound and helping me stop more blood from coming out. "There you are all set." Jack said meeting my eyes.

My heart beat accelerate when I met his dark eyes. "You're going to be fine for now. No dejaré que nada más te pase." I heard Jack mutter something I couldn't quite understand, then he went over to sit over next to me.

I smiled to myself when I noticed him looking around before taking a couple of seconds to turn around and accommodate himself next to me. He reminds me of a puppy.

I closed my eyes and rested for a bit leaning into Jack and feeling his arm protectively wrapped around me

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It wasn't long after Elsa got us out, so Jack began to run throughout the maze and I was surprised he was able to run since he began to carry me. He insisted that I was weak when I wasn't feeling weak at all, so he made me jump onto his back as he carried me. It seemed that I didn't weigh at all since he didn't seem tired when he placed me back on my feet and he stood back tall.

"Stay right there." He told me when he runs back and threw a small bomb onto a wall. It took a couple of seconds for him to properly set the bomb until it exploded and Ted was finally free.

But right when Jack reached to grab the stone he was thrown back by it. I ran over to his side and tried helping him up, I held him close to me and watched the remaining hunters reunite along with Verussa and her guards.

The woman grinned when she said that he was a monsters disguised as a human. Quickly before anything could be done we were taken back into the main room and placed inside a large cage.

Elsa quickly woke up but it took a bit longer for Jack to wake up. "Jack!" I ran over to his side and wrapped my arms around his neck when he sat up, he sighed still groggy from waking up and he tiredly patted my shoulder and grabbed my face to look at me.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded my head many times and looked at him worried.

"How about y-you?" I asked extremely concerned over him. "Does your head hurt?!" I asked trying to be careful with him.

"Just a bit. Elsa are you okay?" He asked turning to look at the stoic woman who seemed angry and hurt by him.

"Why didn't you tell us that you're a monster?" She asked.

I remained on my knees right next to Jack and continued to hold him close. "I didn't want there to be s difference between us because of it. I won't harm you or (Y/N), once every full moon I lock myself up. I'm still human you know."

So that's why he told be to get to safety a few months ago, so I wouldn't be able to see him or for him to harm me.

"You're a werewolf then?" I ask wanting to know if I was right.

Jack turned to look at me, he seemed heartbroken and looked away from me when he nodded his head.

"It's not something I can control, (Y/N). But we have time! We have five days until there's a full moon."

"The Bloodstone can turn you in five seconds mate." Elsa spoke and looked at us both. "We're doomed anyways. So much for coming here."

I hummed and stared hopeful at Jack. "Wolves are like dogs are they not? Their main focus is smell, they recognize people they know by their scent."

"You're brilliant, (Y/N). Glad to know you caught on, but..what if this doesn't work?" He begins to question himself. "Whatever. I need your scent." Jack reached down and grabbed my shoulders and made me lean forward to him.

I became flustered when I felt him sniffing my hair, my neck, my arm and everywhere else where he needed to. "All done?" I asked fighting back a laughter when I saw his cheeks also red.

"Yes! Sorry I'll just..." Jack stuttered and stood up over to where Elsa was. She stared up at him weirdly but knew what he needed.

"Sniff away dog."

"Right..sorry." he knelt over and took her arm sniffing her not as he did with me but still. Our scent were now in his nostrils for him to recognize.

Jack just in time finished doing what he needed since Verussa and the rest of her people came into the room. She showed us the stone in her gloves hand. "Let's see if the little wolf will be able save himself and not rip apart his mate." Verussa grinned looking at me.

Jack held onto me tight and hid me behind his back. Everything seemed to go in a flash since Jack began to groan and fell down on his knees, he began to pant until their turned into ones of an animal, a werewolf. His body had contorted and his screams turned into a howl.

Elsa grabbed me and made me fall back so I wouldn't be between him and the guards. I closed my eyes and heard his howl again and I felt something being torn. When we opened our eyes we looked up and saw the cage destroyed.

The place turned into a massacre with everyone screaming and fighting against Jacks werewolf form. I made it our of the cage along with Elsa, I had grabbed a sword and began to fight with one of the hunters, quickly I dodged their attacks and was careful with my injured leg.

I panted and continued to fight with the sword until it broke into two. I'll have to use my fists then, a fight barehanded began but I was easily getting tired, the hunter I was fighting with was ready to hit me until someone jumped between us and I saw Jack in front of me.

I stared up at him surprised to see him this closely in his werewolf form. He looks bigger and a lot more menacingly.

The hunter before he had a chance to run he was cut by the throat, I cheered but the smile on my face faded when Jack turned to look at me. I slowly began to back away from him.

"Jack..I know you can hear me. It's me (Y/N), remember me?" I huffed when he pounced over onto me. I slid onto the floor and felt Jack's heavy and warm body on top of me.

I moved my face to look away when he growled loudly and began to raise his clawed hand. "Jack you need to remember me. I'm (Y/N), no matter what form you are I will always love you." I tell him turning to now look up at him.

Jack's werewolf form looked down at me and hid clawed hand seemed to stop, he's fighting back. I reached my hand to touch him but before I could he got off of me quick and went back over to where Verussa was.

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Jack was already gone once Elsa stopped Verussa from using the stone, everyone was dead except for Jack, Elsa and the butler. Ted had made his appearance be known again, now he waiting for me. Tilting my head I turned to look at the gentle giant and seemed to understand just s bit of what he was saying.

"Do you know where he left?" I ask him.

Ted grunted once and began to guide me at where Jack had gone off to. Quickly I began to follow him forgetting of the hits I received and the pain on my leg. Occasionally Ted would turn to make sure I was still following him.

We made it into the woods and by the river there was a small house, almost like a cottage between all of the surrounding trees. "Is he resting?" I asked looking back up.

Wanting to make sure if it was okay for me to enter. Ted nodded his head once and now I watched him begin to leave. I wonder where he is heading off now.

This feels like red riding hood entering granny's small home before being eaten by the wolf.

I opened the door and closed it behind me. Looking around the home I noticed it was rather small but cozy, a fireplace was still one with what seemed like the smell of tea inside. There was a small living room area with a kitchen and a bed almost by s corner.

"Jack." I softly spoke his name when I reached the bed and saw Jack slowly waking himself up. He was covered by a cloak..just a cloak. I tried to not look when I sat over by his side and saw his hair all messy.

"Ted?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"Do I look like Ted?" I joke and watched him sit up and groan a bit.

"(Y/N)?! Dios mío. Did I hurt you?" He asked concerned and tried to stand up.

"You stay still. Yes, I am completely alright." I said pushing him against the bed making his head hit the pillow.

I continued to sit down next to him and watched his tired eyes. "I wasn't scared Jack. I knew you wouldn't harm me and I was right."

Jack smiled a little and reached his hand to rub my shoulder. "I would rather die than to see you harmed by me."

I blushed staring down at my lap and turning to look up at him again. "I'll always love you you know? No matter if you're a monster or a human." Before he had the chance to talk again I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips.

I closed my eyes and slowly I began to pull away. Unexpectedly Jack grabbed the back of my head and made me lean to kiss him again. I felt his hands grab my face while he continued to kiss me.

We both blushed looking at each other. That explains his possessive side then. "I...I want you Jack." I shyly admitted and saw him raise his eyebrows surprised but he smiled.

"A-Are you sure, (Y/N)? I mean I want you t-too, but if we continue I won't be able to stop myself. I can be a bit..rough." he shyly admitted as well looking away.

I reached back and planted another kiss on his lips. I felt my stomach turn when I let my hands wander down at his covered waist, the only thing hiding his bare self from me was the damn cloak.  "I like it rough." I whisper pulling away from the kiss.

I felt his breathing fasten and heard him growl when I let my hand wander under the cloak and my hand gripped his member and I began to pump him in my hands, making him begin to harden himself and feeling his precum on the tip. I shrieked when I felt him tighten his grip on my neck and felt him begining to kiss and bite my neck leaving marks.

I bit back a moan when he kiss the back of my ear and lightly bit on it making sure that he'll leave bruises. Jack made me stand up making me stop touching him, he pulled me on my feet and began to get rid of my clothes.

Jack turned me around and began to unclasp my top. I shyly slid the straps off of me leaving my upper body exposed. Jack's hand quickly began to kneed my breasts making me let out a moan when he began to massage them and pinch my nipples.

I rested my head against his chest when he leaned down to fully take one in his mouth, licking and lightly biting my nipple, sucking on my breasts until they would pop out of his mouth and he would resume the action. I hissed and reached my hand down to continue to pump his member making sure to apply a bit of pressure at the tipo making him kiss and bite my chest when I did it.

"Let's get this off." Jack began to slid the torn pants off of me, the wound wasn't entirely healed yet but it was closed and not bleeding. "Are you sure to continue?" He asked concerned over my leg.

I nodded my head and eagerly told him to continue. "As you wish, mi vida." Jack said kissing my thigh and making me fall back onto the bed, he got rid of the last remaining thing hiding my body. He got rid of my underwear and gripped my legs so I would open them.

My heartbeat got faster and I saw his excitement clear when he stared down at me surprised. Jack cursed in Spanish when he noticed my wet slick waiting for him.

Jack continued to praise me in Spanish when he knelt down by the bed and pulled me closer to the edge, with one of my legs over his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)." Jack said leaning over to kiss my thigh and then the next before he dove straight in.

I gripped the sheets under me and squeezed my eyes shut and let out an almost pornographic moan when I felt his got tongue in my pussy. I felt one of Jack's hand open my folds while rubbing my sensitive nub and with the other he began to insert two fingers while continuing to swipe his tongue inside, I could feel my juices running down my thighs and how wet the sounds Jack was making with his tongue and how obscene it sounded throughout the room.

"J-Jack!" I gripped my chest and continued to pant searching for release when I squeezed my eyes back again and felt a tight inside of me. "I'm s-so close." I moved my hips along to his tongue.

"Let it go, mi querida. Quiero que acabes en mi boca." As soon as he spoke Spanish and said those dirty words my hands flew down, gripping the back of his head as I came undone.

I felt Jack hum against me as he eagerly collected all of my juices and kisses my thigh when he stood up. I sat up and wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him for a kiss and feeling myself on his tongue.

I kissed him again before I turned around and got on all fours, sticking my ass out for him as he watched my glistening cunt begging for him. "I want you inside of me daddy." I spoke dirty and felt a bit weird using that term.

"On all fours like a dog?" He asked and chuckled rubbing my eyes and slapping it once then twice making me moan and rest my face down on the sheets.

"Please touch me." I said already feeling like a dog in heat, begging for his touch. I gripped the sheets when he did as told and bit back a cry when he began to rub me in circles.

He is on his knees behind me in an instant, and you I feel his heat and dangerous intention, and I am aching for it.

"Uhh that feel so good." I shrieked when he lightly began to play with my nub and sliding one finger in and then pulling it back out.

His fingers pulled me back when I felt his hands on my waist, and the other guiding his cock to my entrance. I jumped up and shivered when I felt him deciding where to slid it. "This is going to hurt." I heard him warn me.

I wasn't ready when he said that and I felt him inside my ass, i clenched onto his member making him say a few more curse words in Spanish when he leaned forward and rested his forehead on my back.

"Que rico te sientes. Te voy a llenar toda, mi amor." Jack whispered talking dirty in my ear when I felt his hands around my body and play with my breasts.

A couple of seconds later he pulled back out and then back in, the rhythm continued slowly until he saw that I could take it. He wasn't that rough but still went at a not so slow pace as he held onto my hips pulling me back to him. I threw my back when he pulled out and now roughly began to push back in.

I lose control in myself at the feeling of his chest and abs working against my back. I felt his hand right on my hip making sure it'll bruise while I felt his other hand go to the front to continue to circle my clit. "Oh f-fuck!" I cried out and painted loudly when he continued with his assault. I clenched around him milking him while he continued with his now rough pace.

Jack grabbed my throat holding me up so my back was pressed against his chest, he leaned over my eyes continuing to praise me in Spanish and tell me how good I've been.

"That's it, just like that. You're taking me so well, mi niña." He grunted into my ear and made me fall back onto the bed and I came for a third second time.

Jack reached back and pulled me into a spooning position now. Holding my leg up while he positioned himself between my legs and now easily slipping through my folds. Jack had wrapped his arm around my hip holding me in place making sure continue to hit the familiar spot he's been hitting all too well.

I felt myself getting more tired and not being able to last longer anymore. Becoming more exhausted the more he continues to take me  and fill me in. Jack folds me in an embrace kissing me gently while I continue to feel him inside and occasionally slipping out.

I pulled out and sat down on his side and forced Jack to lay back when he began to question me. I sat over his lap and grabbed himself to guide him above me, while I slowly sank and I felt Jack's hands rest on my thighs. I suck in a breath and drop my head forward, I rest my hands on Jack's chest and feel him pulling me close to him while his hips do most of the work while I occasionally bounce when regaining mg breath.

Jack continued to hold me tight in his embrace I whimper and moan loudly, he begins to kiss my shoulder, and  his hands reaching around to cup my breasts when I fully sat back up to bounce on him. His fingers tweaking my sensitive nipples, skin to skin.

One of his arms fully wrapped around my waist pulling me back then when I lean down to kiss him.  "Estoy cerca cariño, aguanta un poco más." Jack says in his native tongue when he feels me ready to come for the last time.

After a few minutes Jack's grip on me tightens. I moan when I came around him and buried my nails into his shoulders. Jack moaned out and clasped my hand over his, holding me tight. He lets out a loud, guttural moan and I can feel his muscles against me with the effort of emptying deep inside.

I tiredly pulled myself out from him and sighed peacefully when Jack embraced me once more and slowly began to kiss me, both of us shaking and breathless while we continue to hold each other. Jack leans his forehead against mind and gently kisses my lips and down neck.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Jack stare staring at the ceiling once I fell over his side and tiredly looked at him and smiled.

"I love you too, Jack." I respond tiredly reaching to play with his hair.

A light awkward cough comes from him, "I know it isn't the right moment, but I wonder where Ted has run off." Jack says slowly sitting up and staring down at me and rubbing my arm.

This is definitely how I didn't expect you start my day. "Want to take a bath together?" I ask slowly sitting up and seeing a pout on his face.

"You don't think I'm done with you just yet. I was actually going to offer you another round." He says grinning and chuckling at himself.

I huff but smile at him and leaned back to kiss his lips. "First a bath and then we'll rest, big guy." I promise him and slowly I started to head into the bathroom with Jack trailing behind me.

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jack russell unable to control himself from smelling you

idc how or why just pls make it happen

Your scent

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

a/n: So many jack requests! im so happy you all want me to write for him! bare with me though i’m still trying to figure out how to write him since he’s kinda a new character and he only has so much screen time to go off of! also its crazy how we all collectively were like omg yes during that scene… buy me a coffee

warning(s): just short, jack being kinda cuddly, werewolf smelling lol, and fluffy!! unedited!

Jack had stoped in his tracks when his nose caught smell of something nearby. It was sweet and filled his lungs with a smoothness when he inhaled again.

It was coming from his bedroom. He wanders to the door and opens it to see you sitting on the armchair, curled up with a book as the rain falls down the window. He admires you for a moment, looking so comfortable and at peace in your own little world. Then he realizes the sweet smell is coming from over where you are.

Jack moves closer until he’s standing over you and you’re so caught up in your book that you’re startled when you feel his presence come up behind you. You look up at him frowning as he leans down to you.

“Jack?” you say.

When he reaches you close enough that his nose is touching the top of your head he inhales. You were used to this especially the days following his transformation. The wolf would still linger in his human form after a full moon phase, and sometimes it would show. Like you would catch little things he’d do; scratching behind his ears in a dog like manner, or in this case smelling you like a scratch n sniff and being a needy and cuddly. You thought it was cute.

He continues to sniff through your hair frantically so you say his name again.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asks.

“Yes, why? do you not like it?” you shift in your seat to face him. If the smell bothered him too much due to his heightened senses or he didn’t like it because of the scent then you would have to find some other type. He immediately sensed your uneasiness.

“No, no, it’s lovely.” he expresses kneeling down to sit on his knees so he could meet your eye level. “I actually, really like it.” he confesses shyly.

You grin up at him the worry flowing away from you and giggle. Oh thank havens it doesn’t bother him. “you do?” He nods.

“It’s very nice, what is the scent I can’t quite place it.” He tilts his head to place a kiss on your forehead but not before smelling your hairline again. You giggle again at the absurdity of all this.

“It’s lavender,”

You feel his lips hum against your skin in delight. Your book is long forgotten as you let Jack pamper you with kisses. It was a little strange having your boyfriend smell you, but it made him happy and calmed his inner wolf so it didn’t matter to you.

“wait, there's something else,” he moves further down to your neck and moves your hair out of the way with a quick brush of his hand. His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck, and he inhales the fragrance there.

“Is it honey?”

“mhm, and oat.” you tell him.

“I apologize if this is strange mi querida…” he looks down awkwardly as he pulls back from your body. You knew Jack could be insecure about these things, after all it really wasn’t his fault. it was just his way of remembering you as well. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek and persuade him to look back at you.

“It isn’t strange, I wouldn’t be here If I couldn’t handle you smelling me.” you assure. as you speak your hand drifts behind his head to pet his hair in a comforting manner. He relaxes. “I know you can’t help the urges sometimes.”

He smiles at you affectionately and you can see his love for you in just a simple gaze and it makes your heart beat quicker.

“What did I do to deserve you my flor,”

Suddenly Jack is scooping you in his arms and carrying you bridle style all while you’re laughing. He lays you down into the covers on his bed and slides in next to you.

“My Flower?” you lift an eyebrow when you both settle into bed.

“It is fitting, no?” he pulls you closer to his chest. “because you’re like my own flower.” He sighs into your collarbone and you both lay there in bed enjoying each other’s presence.

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[lilpunkrock]

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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"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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Recuérdame 

Pairing: Jack Russell (MCU) x FemReader (she/her) | SoulmateAU!

Summary: After losing his soulmate a little over a century ago, Jack has long forgotten about love, unable to move on. One night, in a nightclub, life gives him a second chance.

Warnings: Age gap (I mean, the man is 357 here), if you squint your eyes there are some sexual innuendos at the end, mentions of death, non-descriptive reader (but reader does drink tequila at some point)

Translations: Corazón (endearment term) - Heart | Mi vida - My life | Amor mío - My love | Querida - Dear | Por favor - Please | Te amo - I love you

Inspire by: "Recuérdame" cover by Natalia Lafourcade ft. Carlos Rivera

Tags: @littlenosoul | @bitchyglitterfox | @lilpunkrock | @kingtwhiddleston

«How terrible it’s to love something death can touch», especially if one is immune to it. Jack knew from the moment their eyes locked with each other's that he was bound to lose her eventually, that someday he’d have to watch her die, and there was nothing he— or anyone else— could do about it. He convinced himself he'll be prepared for it, let her go in peace when the time came. But heavens, did he underestimate how cruel destiny could be. 

She started coughing on Monday morning, and by Wednesday night, she was gone. Jack couldn’t understand how it all happened so fast and why life had been so vicious with them both. The doctor, the best money could pay, said it was just the flu and that she’ll recover in days without further problems; yet, Jack could feel her slipping through his fingers with each passing hour. The cough gave place to a burning fever that forced her to bed, and by the next morning, she had trouble breathing as she came in and out of consciousness. 

Desperate, he called every doctor, nurse, and healer in town and begged them to save his dear wife's life in exchange for whatever riches they desired. They tried everything their knowledge and skills allowed them to cure her and, at the very least, ameliorate the symptoms, but it was useless. He could see it in their faces, in the way they avoided certain words around him and their worried glances towards her. 

Wednesday afternoon, everyone was sent home at her request, leaving them all by themselves in the mansion they had shared for seven blissful years. Enveloped in the darkness of night, the halls and rooms felt cold and devoid of life, the only sign of their presence coming from their bedroom: The faint light of a candle. It stood up by her bedside table, lighting up her wan face as he sat on a chair next to it, his head resting on her abdomen. 

“I’m sorry.” Her voice came out as a breathy whisper as her tender fingers scratched behind his ear. “I’m terribly sorry, my love.” 

“Don’t be; it’s not your fault.” It took everything in him not to break down into a puddle of tears and a mess of sobs. “You’ve been nothing but good to me.” 

"Promise me you'll find another to keep you company." The request caught him off guard, his teary eyes turning to her in disbelief. "You're too pure for this world, my love. I'm afraid to leave you for all those terrors out there to feast upon you."

"Corazón, mi vida..." He took her hands between his to kiss her knuckles, his heart shattering into a million pieces inside his chest. He couldn't believe that even in her last moments, she was worried about him, the utter devotion and love she had for him. "I... I can't. I could never..." 

"Jack, please, please." How could he deny her anything when she looked at him with such profound despair? "I want... No, I need you to be happy. I'll always be with you, no matter what; whenever you may be, I'll follow... But you can't be on your own for who knows how long, my love. I don't want you to be alone."

"Alright." He kissed her chapped lips delicately as he nodded. "I promise I won't be alone; you don't have to worry about me no more, amor mío." 

"I love you." 

"I love you too. You're the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to me." 

He couldn't hold it anymore: a sob escaped from his lips as the first tear slid down his cheek. She was quick to dry it, and while he leaned against her palm with closed eyes, she softly stroked his hair. 

"There better be a sea of marigolds and tequila on the altar this November, or I'll haunt you for the rest of eternity." She tried joking in hopes of seeing his smile one last time. 

«Haunt me then! Be with me always— take any form— drive me mad! Only do not leave in this abyss, where I cannot find you!» Never had he understood Heathcliff's pain as much as he did then. Still, to avoid disturbing her further, he smiled and hugged her waist tighter. 

"Whatever you desire, querida." 

They remained silent after that, her loving touch and faint breath lulling him into sleep not long after. It was the rays of dawn that filtered through the closed curtains that woke him up hours later, the candle far extinguished. He didn't even need to look; her cold and stiff hands revealed that his greatest fear had come true. 

"Vuelve a mi, corazón. Por favor, por favor..." He'd never cried so hard in his entire life, his face pressed against her chest as he repetead as a chant: "Te amo, te amo, te amo..." 

Jack buried a part of himself with her, but the truth is, all he wanted was to end his misery and lay with her three feet underground. The first few weeks after the funeral, he found it impossible to get off their shared bed in an aching attempt to hold onto the lingering scent of her in the sheets. But when it vanished, along with all the remains of her presence in the mansion, he sold it and moved as far as he could. As for his promise, he couldn’t keep it; he couldn’t find it in himself to even look at any other, no matter how much time passed. He carried her deep in his chest, in that corner of his heart where he had built her a perpetual altar. 

Years, decades, and a whole century passed, but the sorrow never truly disappeared; he just learned to live with it. Still, if one is observant enough and looks at him closely, one would find an ever-present mourning in his eyes. 

In the darkness of this club, though— he thinks— you won't even be able to see your own shoes. 

Every year since he met him, Ted will drag him and a bunch of other monsters to this particular nightclub in his town for Halloween. It's the only night of the year in which they can easily blend in with the humans without fearing the hunters, and a dark, crowded club is an excellent place to hide in plain sight. Typically, Jack would never set foot in a place like that, but for his friend, he'd withstand all the noise for some hours. 

"Why is it that with every year, it gets stinkier in here?" Simon asks as they make their way to a table, the neon lights flashing them occasionally. 

She's right; it reeks of alcohol and sweat, but it isn't even that bad. Besides, something sweet and pleasant is hiding among the crowd, luring Jack deeper into the place; it's familiar and welcoming, but he can't identify why. 

"What is it, doggie?" Shiklah questions him after noticing his distracted demeanor, his eyes scanning the place. "Too much for an old wolf?" 

"No, it's just... Can't any of you smell that? There's a weird scent in here." 

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Satana mocks him, making the others laugh. 

As they sit and start catching up with each other, Jack finally identifies where he had smelled that aroma before, making his heart stop for a second. 

An interesting thing about humans (and monsters, too) is that each one possesses a unique scent, and while their noses cannot identify this, his canine nature allows him to easily make the distinction. This is why he believes to be hallucinating when his brain finally puts a name and face to the aroma currently invading his nostrils. He knows that scent to its core; it's embedded in his skin and memory like a scar, one he had pushed to the back of his mind long ago for survival. It lights something within him, a part of him he believed to have been buried in a faraway land beside the one and only woman he's ever loved. 

Jack jumps out of his seat, looking around him in confusion and longing. Whoever smells like that is getting closer, approaching their spot as he circles the table and tries to locate them. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," He answers Ted, who asked him if he's alright as the others look at him baffled. "I just need to..." 

Distracted and blinded by the darkness, Jack bumped into a woman as he tried to excuse himself away from his friends, something spilling on his shirt. 

"Chin! I'm terribly sorry!" 

"Oh, no, don’t be; it’s not your fault!" The voice makes him freeze in his tracks, hands trembling. "I didn't see you there; it's too dark in here." 

His gaze slowly lifts from the dark floor to the face of the woman in front of him, her face slightly illuminated by neon blue light. Her eyes lock with his, the faintest sign of familiarity in them, and god was he convinced for a moment to have died. Before him, there's a ghost; literally, she's dressed up as one: flowy white dress and dark makeup. Even in the dim, he can recognize all the marks and lines he'd traced so many times with his fingers, the curve of the lips he'd kissed endless times, and the irises he woke up to for seven years in what seems like a lifetime ago. 

She looks just as when he first met her, her tone and movements are identical copies of hers, and she scents the exact fucking same. It drives him wild; it makes him hot and needy. He just wants to jump at her and hug her, smell her, kiss her, taste her... 

"Lucifer!" Shiklah's voice wakes him from his trance. "You are the walking portrait of..." He steps on her foot to shut her up, earning a yelp from her part. The others turn to check on her, allowing Jack to apologize without feeling their stares on them. 

"Damn it, I think I stained your shirt." she points to his chest, where a big wet spot lies: tequila, the smell tells him.

"It's nothing, really; I was distracted as well... Could I offer to buy you another?" 

"You know? There are better ways to approach a woman than spilling her drink, pretty boy." His cheeks immediately burn; heavens, did he miss her coquetry. 

"It worked, didn't it?" She laughs, a sound that crosses directly to his death-hollow heart and reanimates it from his century-long sleep.

"I usually don't accept drinks from strangers, but I think I could make an exception for you." 

"I'm Jack Russell, at your service, señorita." Slowly, he took her hand and kissed the back of it, his gaze fixed on hers. "And you are...?"

She gave him the same name his lips were used to pronounce as a prayer in another life, one his tongue rolled off with such naturalness it seemed tailored to it.  

"Not so much of a stranger now, eh? Now, how about that drink?" 

"The bar is over there." She pointed to his left. "Want me to lead you, Jack?" 

His heart fluttered as she looped her arm with his, guiding him across the floor with a seductive smile on her lips. 

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[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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[torossosebs]

i need more content of jack russell/werewolf by night

please please please

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[cinebration]

Come Back To Me (Jack Russell x Reader) [Part 3]

You and Jack catch up.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

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Warnings: mention of blood

Gif Source: timothydalton

You gaped at him, too surprised to speak. Jack folded you into a hug, careful of your stomach, and drew back to peer into your face.

“I didn’t know if you would make it,” he said, herding you into the apartment. “I didn’t know which hospital they took you to, so I couldn’t check.”

The apartment was sparsely furnished, the furniture probably purchased at a Goodwill or some other discount store. Despite this, it was slightly messy, as though a storm had strewn things about or a dog had bounded through, massive tail sweeping everything into scattered piles in its wake.

Jack picked up a few newspapers and magazines from a chair and deposited you onto it, pulling the opposite chair close. The man’s understanding of personal space seemed lacking, but then again, he had gotten your blood on his hands and had probably glimpsed a bit of your insides. How much more personal could he get?

“Hi,” you managed to say, your brain on a five-minute delay.

“Hi,” he answered back, smiling wide enough to see the delightfully uneven curve of his teeth. “I’m so glad to see you’re better.”

“Yeah, me, too.” You shifted on the seat and winced.

He frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not one-hundred-percent yet.”

“But you are getting better?”

You nodded, unsure how to handle the earnestness in his tone. The sincerity with which he spoke sent shivers through you, as though such genuine honesty was anathema to your being.

“I’m glad to hear that.” A look clouded the bright sunshine of his face. “Oh, where are my manners? Would you like something to drink? To eat?”

You almost laughed. “Uh, no, thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Leaning back in his seat, he merely looked at you, his lips stretching into a wide smile. “I can’t believe you’re here! I was thinking about you.”

You frowned, something strange constricting your chest. “You were?”

“Yes, of course.”

He offered no other explanation, merely looked at you some more, the smile so heartbreakingly sincere you had to look away.

“Um…thank you. For getting me out of that hole.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“No, really. You could have left me there.”

He frowned. “Never.”

You opened your mouth to protest but decided against it when you saw the expression on his handsome features. Nodding instead, you glanced around the living room and the kitchenette off to your left. There was, you noticed, a methodology to the mild chaos around you, a system of disorder that made sense once you looked at it.

“I don’t remember much of that night,” you heard yourself say, then frowned, wondering why you had spoken.

“Trauma does that.”

You almost laughed at the seriousness of his tone. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. First time I’ve experienced it, though.”

Jack shifted his attention to his hands, plucked at some lint on his pants. “What do you remember?”

“You, mostly.” The admission burned the back of your neck. Clearing your throat, you continued, “And the other guy. He had a radio.”

“Is that all?”

You tried your best to recall that night. After Jack had helped you out of the hole, your memory turned to patchwork. You remembered the crack of bullets, the warmth of Jack’s hands on your face, the other man radioing for help. Words were garbled, the only permanent thing etched into your recollections the pain and the darkness.

“More or less,” you answered, mouth twisting with displeasure. “The doctor said it’s not likely all of the memories will come back. I was in a lot of pain.”

Jack’s face tightened with anguish. “I’m sorry I dropped you.”

“You didn’t drop me. I dove.”

“I should have held on tighter.”

Shaking your head, you leaned forward, ignoring the twinge of pain that lanced through you. “I reacted out of instinct. That’s all. That wasn’t your fault.”

He nodded, though his expression told you he didn’t quite believe it. Perturbed by the man’s reaction, you tried to remember why you were at his apartment in the first place.

The massacre.

Frowning, you scrutinized Jack’s face. Green eyes with hazel centers stared back in an open expression. His eyebrows knitted together slightly the longer you looked at him, but his lips curled into a faint smile, as though he enjoyed the scrutiny.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone light.

“I…don’t know.”

He nodded. “That happens to me, too, sometimes. We can’t know everything, not even about ourselves.”

Confusion roiled within you. “Who are you?”

He laughed, the sound both nervous and amused. “I don’t know. Tomorrow I’m not the same as today or the same as yesterday.”

A philosopher on top of a psychiatrist, you quipped. “Okay.”

He tracked your eyes. “That wasn’t the answer you wanted.”

“No.”

A frown pulled on his smile. “How did you find me?”

Swiping a hand over your brow, you glanced back toward the front door. If you left now, you could escape the awkward tension building inside you, your skin crawling with it. The scar on your abdomen pinched as you sucked in a breath through your nose.

“Why are you here?” he asked, caution coloring his voice.

“Well…I came looking for a Jack Russell, and it turns out he’s you.”

“Why are you looking for me?”

“I was…I’m looking for survivors of the Bloodstone massacre.”

Silence lay thick over the room. You forced yourself to glance back at his face, wondering why you felt so uncomfortable admitting the truth. It hadn’t even occurred to you to try and track Jack down to thank him, to let him know he helped save you. The guilt constricted your chest as the silence stretched.

Jack rose from his seat, walked away from you. “Why are you doing that?”

You wondered how much you should say. The bounty had to be lucrative for Jaeger to be sending you so soon after your injury. Telling others about it would jeopardize things.

Then again, Jack had witnessed the massacre.

“There’s a bounty out on the thing that killed everyone,” you answered. “I’m gathering information.”

“A bounty?”

“Yes, by the Hunters’ Guild. They don’t like that so many primo hunters were killed.”

“They were warned,” Jack muttered.

“What?”

Clearing his throat, he wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door. “We were told that we would probably die in the hunt.”

“I doubt being slaughtered in a closed room was in the plans.”

“No,” he murmured. “No, it wasn’t.”

“How did a werewolf get into the mansion?”

“I suppose he walked through the front door.”

You snorted. Jack glanced over his shoulder, the gloom on his face lightening as he heard your snicker. Closing the fridge, he returned to his seat but didn’t sit, his hand braced on the back of the chair.

“So, you are going after the bounty?”

You nodded curtly.

“But you don’t like hunting.”

Sighing, you passed a hand over your face. “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why?”

“I’m…being sent.” You stood, winced. Jack reached out for you, grabbing your elbow to help you straighten, his hands burning through your jacket. “Thanks.”

Nodding, he let his touch linger before dropping his hands. “Have you talked to Elsa Bloodstone?”

“Not if I can help it,” you snorted.

“She was there when it happened,” he said, each word carefully enunciated. “You should talk to her.”

You frowned. “Where were you?”

“Hmm?”

“Where were you when the massacre happened?”

“Oh, I wasn’t there.”

“So where were you?”

“The, uh, monster we were sent after broke out. I went after him.”

“You didn’t catch him?”

“No.”

Drumming your fingers against your thigh, you nodded slowly, suddenly exhausted as your mind tried to untangle the knots of the case. It must have showed, because concern tightened Jack’s face.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, anticipating his question. “I get tired easier, that’s all. And the thought of talking to Elsa is exhausting.”

“She’s not so bad.”

You snorted. “Wanna help me talk to her?”

“Sure!”

The snicker died in your throat. “You’re serious?”

He nodded. “I want to help.”

Suspicion coiled in your guts. “Why?”

“I like to help.”

You scrutinized the open expression on his face. “You really do, huh?”

He nodded again.

You weighed your options. You didn’t have the energy or the desire to face Elsa Bloodstone alone—or at all. Having someone there she knew who apparently didn’t mind her would certainly help.

A small part of you didn’t want to leave Jack’s presence, either. One of the few things you remembered from that night was his warmth, the feeling of utter safety and protection.

You didn’t want to give that up.

“Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll go to Elsa Bloodstone.”

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Luminescence

Pairing: Jack Russell x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1300 words

Outline: You and Jack have long been lovers but this was the first time watching him transform in your presence.

Warnings: exophilia, breeding kink, nipple pulling, rough penetration, marking.

Author's Note: Been meaning to write this since October, it was long overdue. First time writing something for someone in the werewolf form, hoping I did it some justice. Thank you for sharing your ideas with me about this dreamboat of a man!

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Jack Russell Masterlist

It was Friday the thirteenth and there was a full moon.

You were sitting outside Jack’s self-made cage in the basement of the house you have been sharing together but it was the first time you were feeling scared for him. You knew about him, his transformation, the way he felt, the way he tried to relax but he never could risk you coming downstairs during the night. 

The night had fallen, three more hours to go until midnight came and the moon shined bright and Jack’s eyes were the first to change. He sat like this with his back on the wall, his head pushing back breathing steadily in and out. 

“It’s gonna be alright.” He whispers. “You don’t ever have to worry about me, my love.” He whispers slowly not wanting to look at you for now. 

“I’ll make sure it is.”

That makes him chuckle and he reaches out his hand to you, extending his beating heart just for you. 

“I love you. Always know this.” He gives you a soft smile and squeezes your hand gently and you can’t help but fall a little more in love with the man you’d choose every day of your life.

Last night you had seen a bizarre dream, a beast devouring a red-clad woman, feasting on her body and it set your soul on fire. Today you didn’t want to leave him by your sight but you honestly could not expect what would come next. 

His transformation happens slowly, one body part following another body part. His nails show first, followed by a mountain of hair that you could never honestly expect to make you feel the way you felt.

Utter and overwhelming lust. 

And you knew he could feel it too. 

Jack now in his werewolf form pushes the bars of the cage open bursting out of it just to grab your body, squeezing you in his arms. It’s primal and different, his eyes reflecting the moonlight but you knew there was utter devotion and affection behind them. He pauses, he is asking for permission and you slowly nod your head. You could ever so clearly recognize the man you fell in love with. 

His big hands caress your body, starting from your back to your waist, to your hands, wanting to feel you like this, skin on skin and you are thankful for the simple long dress you had worn that morning. His touch feels both familiar and new yet what you notice as very different is the way he smells the air, constantly sniffling, as he pushes your sleeves up. 

He grabs your hand no longer able to resist himself and smells your skin so deeply, eliciting a growl that your body's heat grows stronger. And he knows it too. His hands move to your neck and he pushes the fabric down to expose your neck for him to smell and devour as he likes. It feels as if he is rubbing himself on you, wanting to both engulf you in his smell and have yours in return. 

Once he has enough of your neck he pushes the fabric further down, tracing his hands over your bra. A little bit worn as it was one of your older everyday ones with that distinct mark from the one time he had literally bitten it off of you. That memory makes him growl once more before he is burying his head between them, stretching his head until you help him get it off. 

Your hands are now caressing his furry face holding his chin for him as he is using his tongue on your nipple, a satisfying purring coming from him. 

“Jack…my love.” 

You breathe out when he starts pulling your nipple. He feels so much stronger and bigger against your body, so like you’ve never felt before. Amusing though you find how obsessed he seems to be in any form with your breasts, any day it was hard to push him off you. He growls in response pushing you against his mouth, to devour you better and you can’t help but moan louder. 

“I need more…So much more.” 

You mewl and it reminds you of all your everyday sex life, where Jack focused so much on your nipples because he liked watching you orgasming like this. Just from his mouth. And then he’d eat you out again, depriving you of his delicious cock until you were too weak for him. Too weak to resist his touch. 

There was no way you were missing out on werewolf dick. 

He shyly looks up at you as if he wants to say something. Something along the lines that if he starts he won’t stop until he breeds you fully and somehow you understand. You understand because that’s what you want. To become one with him. 

“Please, make me yours, entirely yours. I want to be claimed by you, Jack.” You plead, your wetness getting entirely too much for you to handle on your own. 

But this was still the Jack you knew and once he let go of your nipple, he pushed the dress upwards and crowned himself on your pussy until one mind-blowing orgasm later, you were begging him to stop. He could never be the kind of man to skip a meal.

A couple of minutes later, your dress is ripped on the floor, your body is pinned against the wall as you are holding the cage bars tightly while Jack is pushing his fat leaking cock inside you. The unfamiliar stretch is making you groan in shock. You had never felt more full, more filled, and more unsatisfied.

“M…” You try to whisper but the pain is overwhelming you. 

“Mo…” “More!” “Please, please, please!” 

You try to shout and your hands fall on his shoulders. He growls

and starts bending his hips against your body slowly. He wants you to feel any and every inch of him. Just like he always does, slow and punishing. 

Slowly like this, he starts claiming you as his. Moving your body in a way that makes your breasts jiggle only for him, his strong stare warming your soul. Where you always wanna be. His cock is leaking pre-cum inside you and it makes you feel whole. 

“Give me your pup, baby.” 

You breathe out and the words escape from your lips before you can even think them through. Jack howls for the first time, you can hear him do that and the pride and love you felt for him were unmatched. 

Then he breeds you exactly as you wanted him, turns you around, manhandles you, and pushes you on top of your dress, gripping your hips from the back. He pushes his cock inside you fast, and immediately snaps his hips forward, setting a brutal and hard pace, fast and strong until he feels himself coming undone. Howling as he does, spreading his knot inside you and filling you up. 

The amount of cum that’s leaking down your thighs with his huge cock still inside you has you delirious. Oh next time, you were getting that thing inside your mouth. 

Some full moons made werewolves like Jack became obsessed with breeding someone with their pup, the older and stronger they got and Jack had long been in love with you. Now laying on his hairy chest, naked and satisfied, bred and full, you are caressing his cheek, looking at him tenderly. That’s where you always wanna be on his lap, laying on his chest and breathing him in. 

Your lover, your life, your light. 

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[xplore-the-unknwn]

Imagine Jack Russell......

Oh. My. God. 

Have ya’ll seen this? Gael Garcia Bernal in Motorcycle Diaries?! He is so hot! 

Writers of tumblr please make a Jack Russell short out of this masterpiece of a scene! I was on a Gael Garcia movie spree and when I watched this, it awakened something inside of me. I don’t usually post content- but this was so ethereal and spicy. His acting was so passionate and spot on. Pure cinema. I just couldn’t-- asdfghjkl. Tag mee if you please!

I imagine Jack (wwbn’s beloved goldenwoof boy) would be this passionate and clingy with his S/O.

Jack’s love language is physical touch. He appreciates being given lots of pats and warm cuddles(partly due to his heritage of having canine traits). So he loves to caress his s/o intently. all.the.time. But his favorite part is when he just stares at his s/o getting lost in their eyes.

Jack is calm while handling his s/o, and with every kiss he is gentle and slow, savoring the taste of their lips.

Jack likes lots and lots of intimate playfights. When he can’t get enough, his canine instincts would kick in and he would dive in his s/o’s neck (his favorite spot) to linger in that sweet scent of them.

-and

BONUS

He fucks-

oh. so. graciously.

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[heartofwritiing]

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]

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

. . .

“¿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.”

. . .

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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