#wbn fanfic

[midgardian-witch]

Blame It On The Moon

Jack has been distantly lately. A dangerous encounter in the woods shows you how much affection Jack and his wolf side really have for you.

tags: pining | monsterfucking | dub-con (everyone is into it but the circumstances are a bit iffy) | cunnilingus | afab!reader (no pronouns used) | penetration (p in v) | friends to lovers | body horror (werewolf transformation is described but not too detailed) | bad Spanish (because I am too shy to ask people for help)

ships: Jack Russell/afab!Reader

word count: 5.9k

AO3

Jack had been distant as of late. You had blamed it on the moon at first. Time had slowly creeped toward the dreaded full moon. The few days surrounding it always had him a bit cagey. You'd been traveling with Jack and Ted for so long identifying their moods had become second nature. Ted's humming and grunts got easier to interpret day by day. Even reading Jack had become easier, even though he hides his wolfish traits rather well. At this point you could figure out the current moon phase just by watching your werewolf companion for a while. 

So while you had blamed his strange behavior on the moon at first something is gnawing at the back of your mind. The way Jack hastily excused himself from your presence whenever you joined him and Ted for coffee or how when you'd wake up in the middle of the night - startled by the sound of an animal stepping on a particularly loud twig - you'd find neither hide nor hair of the werewolf. It all started to feel more and more like Jack was actively avoiding you. The why eluded you though. You had become good friends with the werewolf since you had joined him and Ted. Or so you thought at least. Had you done something to upset him? You'd talk to him and ask but every time you tried he'd made a quick exit. 

You slump down on a tree stump with a sigh. The rustling of foliage and a worried sounding grumbling alerts you to Ted's presence. You shake your head and wave him off. 

"Don't worry about it, Ted. I'm just overreacting." Or so you hope. 

The creature sits down next to you, raising an arm and offering a hug. You smile at him, grateful for his empathy and lean into the embrace. You take a deep breath and mumble a quiet thanks as he gives your body a soft squeeze. Even though Ted could look terrifying at first glance you know what a gentle being he truly is. Especially in times like this when emotions run high he’s like a calming balm for your soul. 

A few moments pass before you lean back from the embrace. Ted's big red eyes look at you in his very own version of the puppy dog eyes. A small laugh escapes you and you nod. 

"Yes, that helped. I feel a lot better already. Thank you, Ted."

Ted answers you with a pleased hum. His gaze drifts from your face to something behind you. You turn around to see what caught your friend's attention when you see Jack standing a few paces away, frozen in place. His mouth hangs open slightly as if he tried to say something but forgot what he wanted to say immediately after. He looks at you and for the first time since your very first meeting you can't pinpoint what emotion is going through his head. 

The look on his face is something you hadn't seen before. He almost looks angry? Disappointed? You're not quite sure and yet whatever this emotion is it's making you even more worried given his latest tendency to flee the scene whenever you were present. You take a step closer, unsure whether your presence is wanted or not. 

"Jack, are you alright? I haven't seen you around much lately. Did something happen?" 

Better to be blunt than struggle with subtlety and unnecessary niceties if you want to get behind what is going on with your friend. With every step you take, Jack's posture seems to stiffen even more, shoulders tense and jaw locked. You stop a few paces away from Jack, tilting your head quizzically. The man in front of you just stares at you, seemingly not having heard a thing you said while at the same time seeming keenly aware of your movements. 

"Jack?" 

You take another tentative step and like a scared rabbit he suddenly bolts. At the spot in which mere seconds ago your friend and companion stood is not even a Jack-shaped dust cloud left. You see him vanish back into the woods as you let out a frustrated sigh. So much for talking things over. 

You turn back to Ted who looks at you with his red glowing eyes and you suddenly feel pitied. Ted humms mournfully, his gaze drifting back to where Jack fled into the forest. 

"I don't know what I did for him to run from me like I have the plague", you mumble under your breath as you kick a defenseless stone in front of your feet. You only get a thoughtful grunt from Ted this time. 

"Or am I just overreacting? Is it just some new werewolf quirk he gets when the moon is getting fuller?"

Your thoughts tumble around like each one is a loose item in a desk drawer. Why would he react like this now? He'd been nervous or a bit jumpy in earlier moon cycles but never like this. Or at least not since you had joined the small group that was Ted and Jack. 

Ted's thoughtful rumble doesn't give you any more insight on Jack's strange behavior. You sit back down next to him and bury your face in your hands, letting out another frustrated sigh. 

"So you think it's just because there is a full moon tonight and he doesn't want to be close and potentially hurt me?" 

You don't turn to Ted as you question his reasoning, instead you look up and watch as the sun is starting to slowly set over the horizon. This whole situation, the worrying and uncertainty, made your head spin. You're rubbing the bridge of your nose to stave off the beginnings of a headache. 

Ted hums in affirmation and you choose to trust his judgment. He knew Jack longer than you did after all. And yet that answer did nothing to stop the nervous flutter in your stomach. Maybe you really were overthinking things. Jack was a kind and thoughtful man, it made sense for him to want to keep you safe, however strange it may seem. His protectiveness was one of the traits you admired in him. More than admired even. 

It's been a few weeks since you realized that your feelings towards Jack were more than just those one would have for a platonic friend. He made you feel safe and cared for regardless of the circumstances. You were in the woods in the middle of nowhere and yet you had never felt safer. Ted had a big part in that too but with Jack things were different. While Ted had become a great friend you didn't wake up from dreams of you two kissing tenderly under a starlit sky. But with Jack? You'd lost count of how often you wake up from dreaming about your lips pressing against his, hands combing through his unruly hair. 

All of this makes the distance he has inadvertently put between the two of you hurt even more. Did he know? Could werewolves sense things like that? Crushes? They say wolves can smell fear, was it the same for other emotions? Could he hear the way your heart beat faster whenever you got too close? Is that why Jack is staying away? Maybe he just wants to let you down easy but is too nice to tell you to your face that he is not interested in you. Not in that way. Just as a friend.

You shake your head as you let out another groan of frustration. No, you would not let yourself go down that train of thought. Your crush on Jack was bad enough but you would not put words in his mouth like that. You'd have to just ask him, talk to him about it. Somehow. When he doesn't just run away again. 

You look back at Ted, his red eyes studying you carefully. "I'll talk to him about that after the full moon. I've been safe before without him avoiding me for days on end. There needs to be a better solution."

You stand up and walk over to the small tent you and Jack used for shelter when the three of you were traveling - though at this point it hadn't been used by Jack in a while. A part of you is grateful for that especially since you've developed more than platonic feelings for the werewolf. Sleeping in the same tent as the man you have a crush on was dangerous territory. 

You enter the tent with one goal in mind: finding a distraction. Jack wouldn't be back before the morning at this rate and you'd rather not be alone with your thoughts at this time. You remember that there was a deck of cards around here somewhere. Roping Ted into playing a few rounds with you before it was time to retire for the night should keep your mind off of Jack for the time being. 

Digging around your belongings you come across something you hadn't seen in a while. From between Jack's things you recognize a soft piece of fabric - a scarf you had lent Jack early on when you decided to travel with the strange duo. Another security measure, or so the werewolf had explained, something to remember you by - to remember your scent - should you ever come across the wolf. Next to it you find sturdy iron chains, a bit on the older side but still functional. They were the chains Jack used to keep himself locked up and tied down at a full moon. 

Wait. 

What were the chains doing here when it was already starting to get dark and Jack was who-knows-where alone in the woods? A shiver runs down your spine. Jack wouldn't be this careless, not if there wasn't something bigger at play. 

You gather up your scarf and the iron chains, the card deck you came here for completely forgotten, and leave the tent. The chains rattle in your arms as you return to Ted's side. He gives you a questioning groan, head tilted to the side, as you stuff the heavy chains into your backpack and tie your scarf around your neck. 

"Jack left these and it's already getting dark. I have no idea how he could forget them but I have to get them to him before we have a werewolf wandering the woods. What if there are people camping? What if some hiker decided to go out at night for whatever-the-fuck. What if-"

What if he hurts someone innocent? Jack would never be able to live with himself after that. 

You close your bag with shaking hands, heart racing like you just ran a marathon. Putting on your backpack you take one last look at Ted. 

"I have to find him. I'll be fine. Just stay here in case he comes back before I find him."

Ted just nods, knowing once you had made up your mind he couldn't do much to dissuade you. With a soft hum he asks you to be safe and you give him a smile that you hope comes across as confident before you make your way into the woods. 

You're nervous, walking through the thick foliage, tall, sturdy trees obscuring most of the last rays of sunlight that fight their way over the horizon. You try to focus your senses on finding Jack, the sound of careful footsteps, the sight of a figure moving through the bushes or just the eerie feeling of someone being nearby, anything. But all you feel is your heart threatening to beat out of your chest, all you hear is your own quickened breath. What if you're too late? 

In desperation you start calling his name, your voice getting more and more panicked each time. After what feels like hours of walking but could have only been a few minutes of almost screaming yourself hoarse you finally hear the answering call of your own name. You stop in your tracks, eyes frantically searching for the source of the voice, Jack's voice. At a distance you see a figure move towards you. You call out his name again and the figure moves faster. Finally you see him fully, Jack closing in on you, his face a mirror of your own panic. 

"What are you doing here? The sun is almost down! You can't be here, it's too dangerous!"

You nod, completely agreeing, as you take off your backpack and open it, showing him the thick iron chains inside. 

"I am aware of that, thank you. But I couldn't let you be out here alone without these."

You pull the chains out of the bag and hold them out towards him. His face lights up in recognition before his brows furrow. He looks guilty. 

"I- I completely forgot. Dios mio, thank you. I just-" 

He takes the chains and looks around as if he suddenly realized he was lost. His eyes find the thick trunk of a tree nearby and he walks towards it. Jack takes a few rounds around the tree, inspecting it and giving it a small nod when he deems it suitable. He turns back to you, still a guilty look on his face as he asks: "Would you-? Could you- uh. Help me with this?" 

He must have done this so many times before and yet he stands before you like a lost child. Your heart squeezes uncomfortably in your chest as you nod and follow him to the tree. Carefully you wrap the iron chains around the tree and Jack, securing him to it like a hostage in one of those countless Robin Hood movies. You worry about hurting Jack but he guides you through the motions, telling you how tight the chains should be in order to hold him back. 

Your hands feel like they are burning after you are done - from the cold or the strain to them you don't know. You take a step back and look at the man in front of you. A quiet part in the back of your mind suggests that now is the time to make Jack talk, now that he can't run away again, but you push that voice back. By the thickness of the tree crowns you can't say how much daylight you have left and the wolf would certainly not be able to answer your questions. 

"You should leave."

You can tell he is trying to sound stern and yet his eyes betray him, pleading for you to heed his words. You take a moment to just look at him. You won't lie and say you aren't curious about the other him, the wolf. But that curiosity is overshadowed by a very different emotion. 

You don't want him to be alone. 

It's silly maybe. Staying here would be dangerous for you. No one can predict if Jack will still recognize you when he turns or if the chains, old as they are, would even hold tonight. But you have seen the aftermath enough to know that whatever happens on the full moon it drains Jack. Hurts him in ways that no blade nor bullet can. And you don't want him to go through that alone. 

Your pondering is disturbed by groans of pain. Jack is writhing against the chains, body shaking violently. Your eyes widen as you look up and only see a bit of silvery light shining through the leaves. 

The full moon had risen. 

Jack's groans of pain turn into inhuman growling. You watch as his limbs shift, claws and fur growing. It's hard to avert your gaze from this gruesome sight, your eyes linger while your mind tells you to run. And yet you are frozen in place, by shock or by fear is unclear and irrelevant. Time slows down as you watch the figure in front of you strain against the chains, growling like a cornered animal. He doesn't even seem to notice you anymore. 

"J-Jack?" 

Immediately his eyes are on yours. 

Oh. 

You'd have thought his eyes would look different but they are still Jack's. Still the same beautiful brown-green. Time slows down as the two of you just stare into each other's eyes and you feel like you can't breathe. 

Getting closer would be a horrible idea. Terrible. Absolutely stupid. 

As you try and talk yourself out of doing something that could get you seriously hurt or worse killed the wolfman starts to sniff the air around himself. A soft whine takes you by surprise. His eyes had become impossibly large, pupils dilated to leave nothing but black. He keeps panting and sniffing and whining, looking at you with the one thing you would have expected from Jack but not the wolf: puppy dog eyes. 

You blink as if it would change the scene in front of you. Maybe you hit your head on your way here or maybe you stumbled and this is a dream or hallucination. 

The surrealism of the situation gives you the courage to step forward, closer to the werewolf tied to a tree. You are only a few paces away before Jack starts to struggle against the chains again, growling and snarling angrily. You flinch and step back again. As you leave his proximity the wolf starts to whine again, looking at you with big, round eyes, pleading. Your first thought is that he wants to be free from those chains. Who wouldn't be after all? Nobody wants to be held against their will. 

You take another careful step forward, repeating this strange dance of two steps forward, one step back - all the time never breaking eye contact with the wolf. Each time you come closer Jack fights harder against his restraints. Each time you step back he starts whining and whimpering like a dog begging for treats. 

You just hope he doesn't see you as the treat. 

Repeating this song and dance multiple times you are now about an arm's length away from Jack. He is still straining and fighting against the chains but it doesn't scare you as much as it did but a few minutes ago. Slowly, carefully you raise your hand. Jack's eyes look away from yours for the first time - eager to watch your hand, head tilted towards it, eagerly taking in your scent. You swallow hard hoping against hope that if anyone saw you they would blame the heat in your cheeks on the cold. Your fingers softly brush against Jack's cheek and you feel his fur for the first time. You're in awe, your hand hovering next to his face. You'd never thought his fur would feel this soft. 

A rumbling startles you out of your thoughts and it takes you a moment to figure out the source of the sound. You can feel Jack rubbing his face against your hand, softly growling, almost like a purr, as he eagerly chases your touch. You can't quite stop the nervous laugh that forces its way out of your lungs. You resume your petting and the content rumbling sound gets louder, echoing in the empty forest. 

"Is that it? You want to be petted?" 

You don't really expect an answer but you feel like you can't just stay quiet around Jack, even if he isn't the best conversationalist at the moment. His mouth is hanging open, panting loudly, allowing you a closer look at his sharp fangs. The werewolf gives another whine, not content with just rubbing his cheek against the palm of your hand anymore. He drags his tongue along the inside of your wrist leaving a damp stripe of saliva in its wake. You gasp, embarrassed by the unbidden thoughts of how that tongue would feel in other places. 

Hesitantly you take a step back, needing the physical distance to compose yourself. You ignore the disgruntled growling of the werewolf and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. This was a bad idea. Jack isn't in his right mind and you shouldn't take advantage of that. Not to mention that the wolf in front of you may seem somewhat harmless now but that could change any second. You should leave and find Jack again in the morning to untie him. Or tell Ted where to find him. 

A metallic groan disrupts your thoughts and when you open your eyes again you see Jack pulling at his chains. You take another startled step back as the werewolf breaks his restraints, metal bending and breaking under his inhuman strength. 

In a flash he is on you, your body crashing into the ground. Your back hits the earth and you gasp, pain shooting up your spine. As you look up you see right into those stunning eyes that held you captivated only moments ago. Jack kneels over you, his whole body trapping you underneath him. He bends over, nuzzling into your neck. You hear nothing but his hot breath and your own heart pounding in your ears. You keep completely still, afraid that any small move could be the wrong one and thus your last. You were never afraid of Jack but the wolf had you terrified. You flinch involuntarily as you feel his wicked tongue against your neck, sharp canines dragging softly against your skin. Heat curls in your abdomen as you gasp out his name. The rumble in his chest vibrates through you as his body crowds yours. There is no space, no air left between the two of you as Jack rubs his face against your neck, claws against your sides and his hips sliding against your legs. 

It feels like your mind is made out of static as you feel the drag of his sizable erection against your thighs. You were afraid the wolf was seeing you as a treat to devour - you didn't know how right and wrong you were before now. 

"J-Jack! Oh God", you gasp as the werewolf keeps grinding down on you frantically. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the dark fur, pulling him even closer. With a pleased rumble he paws at your clothes, eager to get them off, to expose more and more of your skin. His claws rip through your clothes, the fabric tearing apart like tissue paper. You shiver at the contrast between the heat radiating off of Jack and the cool night breeze, goosebumps prickling over your skin. Jack drags his tongue from your neck over your collarbone to the swell of your chest. Your nipples stiffen with Jack's proximity and the low temperature of everything but yourself and the werewolf currently bent over you. 

He huffs against your bare skin, his tongue swirling around your peaked nipples. With a choked off moan you squirm beneath Jack. He holds you down with his sheer mass, his hips still grinding against you. You can feel the heat of his hard cock through the fabric of your pants. 

"F-fuck! Jack please-" 

You don't even know if he understands you, how much Jack there is left in this creature but you can't help yourself. Desperate for more, you tighten your grip on his fur and try to guide his head lower. The werewolf offers no resistance, only a questioning hum as he traces the path downward with his tongue. Once his face is right above your clothed pussy he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal that is evident to him even through your clothing. His whole body shudders and all air leaves his lungs with a dark growl. 

You flinch at the sound, your sex-addled mind clearing as you are once again aware of who and especially what you are currently laying under. This was dangerous. What are you even doing? You can't just have sex with Jack while he is under the influence of the full moon. This was a glaring consent issue. What if he doesn't want you like that? What if the wolf would actually try to eat you? What if-

You are violently pulled out of your thoughts by your pants being ripped apart by two clawed hands and dragged off of your body. With a surprised yelp you try and scramble backwards but the wolf is faster. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs much more gently than you could have anticipated. Once again you feel like you are pinned down like a butterfly in a display case. 

Jack spreads your legs apart, his face so close to your core with only the thin fabric of your underwear covering you. You watch him and try your best to stay still. His tongue runs along the already soaked fabric of your panties. You gasp and your hips involuntarily cant upwards, desperately seeking more friction. Jack repeats the motion with a satisfied growl before you feel his fangs against your skin. 

Your heart is pounding in your ears, both terrified and aroused by the sharp glide of his canines so close to your sensitive cunt. With one sharp tug on the flimsy fabric the wolf tears your underwear apart with his teeth. You can feel the cold air against your wet folds and instinctively try to cross your legs but you are stopped by Jack still hunched between your thighs. 

Quickly the freezing forest breeze is replaced by the hot panting of the werewolf, his face hovering over your glistening cunt. Another satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest before his flexible tongue slides between your wet folds in long, firm strokes. Your whole body shudders as his tongue circles your sensitive clit, a choked off moan falling from your lips. You tighten your grip on his fur, desperately clinging to him for support. 

Slowly, like rolling waves, you feel your orgasm approaching. At once it rushes over you, your whole body shaking with its intensity. Your breath shudders as the last waves of your orgasm ripple through your body and your arms fall weakly to your sides. For a moment you forget the surreal situation you are in and just enjoy the afterglow of such an intense climax. 

You can feel Jack’s hot breath against your sensitive sex. He climbs over you once more, caging you in under his broad form, his throbbing cock lying heavy against your abdomen. Jack slowly drags his cock down between your legs, rubbing teasingly between your folds. You gasp at the feeling and look up. His dark eyes seem to devour you, like the feast he just made of your pussy wasn't enough to sate him.

Mind still buzzing with the afterglow of your orgasm you blearily watch Jack’s canine face. It takes you a moment to recognize the question in the wolf's eyes. You're stunned for a second with the realization that even when turned into this beast that he so fears, Jack would never force himself on you. Not trusting yourself to get the words out you nod instead. The wolf's pleased rumble fills your ears and you feel the blunt pressure of his cock against your entrance soon after. 

Even with how wet you are, especially after your recent orgasm, you can feel the stretch of Jack's impressive girth entering you. He pushes inside you slowly, much slower than you'd expect from the werewolf. You gasp, his size more than you'd ever felt. Jack halts his movements and lets out a soft, almost worried sounding whine. You take deep breaths, squeezing your eyes closed and try to relax around his uncomfortable size. 

“I’m alright. Just- just give me a moment,” you force the words out between your lips. Your face is twisted in pain, not too much to overwhelm you but enough to make your breath shudder. Suddenly you feel Jack's nose and cheek rub against yours, his apologetic whimpers filling your ears. He's trying to soothe you or maybe apologize - you're not sure. Your eyes blink open and with shaky hands you reach out to grasp his face gently. 

It's difficult to read Jack's facial expressions like this, his wolfish features distorting the soft smiles or raised eyebrows you're so used to from Jack. The only thing unchanged by his transformation are his eyes, still so expressive even under the influence of the full moon. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your mind and relax. Jack rubs his cheek against yours, whimpering softly in your ear. “It’s ok. I know you don’t want to hurt me,” you try to soothe him, your fingers playing with his fur. 

It takes you a few moments until you feel ready to continue. “You can move now. But slowly,” you tell him softly, your hands still buried in his fur, “Please.” He nods in understanding and the werewolf slowly starts moving his hips. You feel his massive cock drag against your slick walls, the pain his size and girth had caused you turning gradually into pleasure. Jack trembles over you, the need to just mindlessly plow into you slowly growing stronger than his restraint. As he bottoms out you shudder, your drawn out moan echoing through the forest. Jack stays unmoving inside you, his head buried in your neck, panting heavily into your ear. You can feel his cock pulse inside your pussy and you instinctively clench around him. With a deep growl his hips stutter and you gasp. 

“Move oh god please move,” you beg. Jack doesn’t leave you waiting and at once he starts really fucking into you. His clawed hands hold your hips tightly and leave you unable to move as he buries his cock in you again and again. It’s maddening feeling him so deep inside of you, feeling him everywhere. The werewolf responds to every flutter of your cunt, to every sound spilling from your lips, growling and fucking you faster and harder. The last thought you have is that you won’t be able to walk in the morning and then he hits that spot inside of you that makes your mind go blank. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you let out an ungodly moan. You can’t think, all you know is the feeling of his massive cock splitting you open and the inhuman wolfman using fucking you like a human-sized fleshlight. It’s absolute bliss and you let yourself fall into the pleasure he gives you. You’re babbling something; you can hear your voice but you don’t know what you’re saying but he seems to understand, huffing and puffing in response. He lifts your hips and the angle makes you cry out even louder. The slick sound of his cock plowing into you is obscene but you don’t care. You’re getting closer and closer to your second orgasm, your fingers digging almost painfully into his fur, urging him on until a particularly hard thrust makes you see stars and pushes you over the edge. It’s too much, the pleasure overwhelming you as everything goes dark and you lose consciousness.  

The first thing you notice when you come to yourself is the hard ground under you and the heavy weight on top of you. You open your eyes and the sunlight spilling through the leaves makes you squint. How long were you out? If the sun was already out then-

The weight on top of you shifts and you hear Jack grumble. Not the wolf but Jack. A very human, very naked Jack lays on you, his head on your chest. You freeze when you feel him slowly rouse from his sleep. Panic rises in your chest. What would you tell him? Did he remember what happened last night? Your spiraling thoughts grind to a halt when Jack’s eyes, heavy with sleep, find yours. His brow furrows as he mumbles your name. Realization dawns on his face and you can’t do anything but watch, anything you could say to him stuck in your throat. But where you expect embarrassment or disgust you only find terror. “Oh no, what did I do?” he whispers to himself. “Jack, I-” He sits up and the missing weight on you feels wrong. His eyes scan your body, taking in your ripped clothing. “Did I hurt you? Ay Dios, what did I do?” “Jack,” you try to pull his attention towards you, voice raised, “You did nothing wrong. You didn’t hurt me.” His eyes find yours trying to catch you in a lie but he finds only the truth. His shoulders slump with a deep sigh. 

You stay quiet before Jack breaks the silence. “Why did you stay with me? You could have died!” He is still frowning but you can hear the anger in his voice. “I wanted to help! I-,” you explain as you sit up and try to cover yourself with the bits and pieces of clothing you are left with, “The wolf, he wanted me to stay. He didn’t attack me.” Jack swallows around the lump in his throat, pointedly not looking at you when you cover up to give you some privacy. “It’s a beast. You should have run. You should have-” “He didn’t attack me, Jack. He likes me.” A faint blush creeps on his face. “Likes you? I don’t think that describes quite what happened here,” he mumbles sheepishly. 

Jack carefully sneaks a peek at you, not so subtly checking for injuries again. “Are you sure you aren’t hurt?” He sounds so worried and it breaks your heart. “I’m alright. A bit sore maybe but no injuries.” Jack clears his throat awkwardly, “Sore? Oh dear. I am so sorry. I didn’t- I mean, I wasn’t-” Gently you put your hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You weren’t in control. I know you don’t like me like that,” you reassure him, the words leaving a bittersweet taste in your mouth. He looks at you like you’re speaking in tongues. “You don’t…mi vida, I thought I was pretty obvious,” he says, embarrassment clear in his voice. You blink at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” Jack swallows hard and turns towards you fully. “I like you. Very much. I mean, I am attracted to you,” he sighs, rubbing his face, “The closer the full moon gets the harder it is to hide my feelings. I was close to ripping Ted apart yesterday just because he gave you a hug. It’s maddening.” 

Your heart races, heat spreading through your cheeks. “You- You mean that you-” “I’m in love with you. And I know this is the worst timing and I really didn’t want our first time to be like this,” he motions around him. Your heart feels heavy and light at the same time. “I love you too, Jack.” He smiles at you, a big toothy grin that makes you smile too. “I’m glad. I didn’t think you did. That’s why I tried to hide it.” You nod in understanding given that you did pretty much the same. You tell him as much as you lean in closer, resting your head on his shoulder. 

You don’t know how long you stay like this, the sun rising further and the forest waking around you. It’s only when you gather your things and make your way back to camp, careful of any hikers catching you in the nude that you turn to Jack and ask: “How do we tell Ted?” Jack laughs, shaking his head. “I have a feeling he already knows, mi vida.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

I’d like to request a Jack Russell x Fem reader confession/get together fic. with #1 & #60 pretty please.🥺

Where reader has magic healing abilities (anything she touches heals, but it makes her sleepy if she uses it to much, and her own injuries heal automatically) maybe she confesses to an injured & clingy Wolfie Jack while she’s healing him with pets & cuddles not knowing he’d remember it later on..👀🤭

Could be Fluffy, or could be Spicy..🥴

Maybe ending in Ted and Elsa sipping Tea together (perhaps they had a bet on how long it’d take for Jack & reader to get together, they totally ship it..)😆

Prompt 1- I love you, I hope you know that.

Prompt 60- are we really just friends?

Prompt list

“You got any queens?”

“Go fish.” You replied, watching in amusement as Elsa adds another card to the already thick stack in her hand, murmuring curses under her breath whisky doing so. “Ted, you got any Kings?” You asked the man-thing who pinched two cards within his comically large fingers as he handed them to you, claiming his victory over you and Elsa for the fourth consecutive time. “Unbelievable,” The hunter threw her share of the cards down on the pile, crossing her arms over her chest, “how the fuck are you this good at Go Fish?” She asked Ted as he only shrugged his shoulders but his crimson eyes gleamed with a smugness before picking up and shuffling the cards in preparation for another game.

You couldn’t help but smile at their interactions, basking in the warmth that they gave you whilst you waited for a certain werewolf to come back from hunting. Speaking of which, you found yourself inclined to look over at the forest Jack had disappeared into earlier; the smile on your lips had long since slipped off in exchange for that of a worried frown. Your hand instinctively reached for the coat that hung over your shoulders, clenching the fabric tightly as though it would slip through your hands like sand. Jack had left it in your care before he vanished, along with it was a promise he made to return to camp before you all turned in for the night.

Elsa only suggested to play Go fish because she coincidentally found a pack of cards within the pockets of her coat, that and she wanted to get your mind off of Jack’s whereabouts before you lost yourself within your overwhelming worry. Ted also picked up on your sudden lack of concentration on the game, he would catch you glancing now and then out towards the woods with eyes filled with hope. It was like watching a dog waiting for their owner who was never going to come back. The pair shared a look whilst your attention was elsewhere, to them it was clear as day that you loved Jack more so then words can describe. It was also evident to the duo that Jack felt just as passionately about you as you did him; Neither of you were good at hiding how you truly felt but yet built up an false narrative for yourselves that blinded you both from the truth and prevented the chances of anything more coming from your relationship.

Having had enough of it, Elsa reached across and grabbed your knee, causing you to flinch out of fright before calming down once you realised who it was. “Stop staring out into the forest like a lost puppy dog, Jack will be back in due time, until then you just gotta trust him because you worrying isn’t going to make anything go quicker.” You knew Elsa was right, you knew you shouldn’t be worrying as much as you have and allow yourself to put complete faith in him and his abilities but deep down something didn’t feel quite right. No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself with Go Fish, your mind would always go back to Jack almost every time. You sighed, placing a hand over Elsa’s, squeezing it ever so slightly. “You’re right, he’s a werewolf for fucksakes, he’s more then capable of taking care of himself.”

It was obvious to Ted and Elsa that you were saying these words more so to yourself then to them in an attempt to tricking your brain into believing them. Into gaslight yourself to believe that what you felt in your gut was a misconception for hunger or something else rather then intuition. It wasn’t the most healthiest of methods for certain but Ted and Elsa were all short on ideas on how to help. That was until Ted stared gesturing for you to get in the tent behind him. “That’s nice of you and all Ted but I’m not in the mood to sleep-“ “oh just get into the tent y/n, me and Ted will wake you when your lover comes back.” You immediately tense at her teasing words. “He’s not my lover.” You rebutted. “You sure about that?” The hunter asked, “because I’m pretty certain that isn’t your coat that your wearing is it?”

The coast in question did in fact belong to Jack but he had given it to you before he left. When you had asked him why, the poor man barely stumbled his way through a sentence before coming up with anything believable. You swore you never saw a man go through so many stages of being flustered as Jack did. “He told me that I should keep it safe for when he gets back.” You justified, keeping a tight grip on the coat that smelt like cinnamon, pine, morning dew that clung onto grass with a hint of wet dog. Elsa didn’t seem convinced as she merely raised her eyebrows and smirked, “oh if that’s all it is then why don’t you let me take care of it-“ “No!” You exclaimed loudly when Elsa was about a mere millimetre away from snatching the coat from your shoulders. Ted and Elsa looked at you with wide eyes, shocked and embarrassed by your outburst you immediately stood up from your spot near the campfire and made your way to the tent. “I’ll be taking that nap now, wake me up when Jack arrives.” You said before zipping the opening shut behind yourself.

“Christ they’re hopeless.” Elsa started when she knew you were fast asleep. ‘probably cuddled up in Jack’s coat.’ She thought to herself as Ted made a noise of agreement. “They want to kiss Jack so badly it’s making them look stupid.” She continued to rant though it only because she wanted the best for you and Jack. You both along with Ted had gotten her out of some shit soon after claiming the bloodstone as her birthright and while she was capable of handling her own, she was grateful of the help you had given to her. Ted proceeded to make a series of noises describing how often he was the middle man for you both when it came to admitting your hidden feelings for one another. He has grown numb from how many times Jack had talked about the littlest things you did that he thought were cute alongside with you echoing the same line of thought but for Jack.

“I hate to say it Ted but I think it’s about time we stepped in-wait…what is that?” Elsa stopped herself from finishing off her thought as her eyes caught onto a large, hairy silhouette slinking towards them, obviously in pain. Ted looked to where Elsa was gesturing towards and with a single glance, he was already up on his feet and moving over to the silhouette, allowing it’s hair coated body to collapse into him out of exhaustion. Elsa, weapon in hand, soon caught up to them and got a good look at who has wandered into their campsite, ready for a fight but stopped when she recognised the brown eyes filled with pain that stared back at her. “Jack? The fuck happened to you out there?” Jack only whimpered as his injuries began acting up, smelling the air and locking onto your familiar scent before pushing himself away from Ted and towards the closed tent.

“Wait! Jack, they’re sleeping don’t-“ It was already too late for warnings as Jack impatiently sliced open the tent flap with his claws before collapsing to his knees next to your sleeping form. Even when sleeping you were still a sight to be seen to Jack as he gently held your cheek in his clawed hand. The size comparison of your hand to his was one of the main factors that fed into his need in being protective of you. Unlike him, you were more prone to getting hurt then he was in due to your healing abilities but more specifically when you overexert them, causing a great deal of fatigue and sleepiness on your behalf. Jack would claim he was never a selfish man but with you, he wouldn’t mind being called the most selfish man alive if it meant getting to be the only person to witness you wake up first thing in the morning or watch over you as you fell asleep at night. He just wanted you and your imperfectly perfect self.

“Jack?” You said softly, having heard a thud extremely close to your sleeping bag, opening an eye to see a pair of big brown eyes stare back at you before fluttering shut as the werewolf fully collapsed onto the floor, seemingly unconscious. “JACK!” You exclaimed, getting out of the sleeping bag and began to heal him of his wounds by combing your hands through his fur. Luckily the wounds weren’t deep but you didn’t want to risk an possible infection occurring later on. “I told you to be careful this time,” you scolded, though still keeping your healing touches gentle and featherlight when skimming over some particularly nasty looking bite marks, “I fear my heart can’t take it when you come back to me like this.” You whispered. “I know this is off topic but I need to get this off my chest before it suffocates me. Some days I can’t help but think ‘are we really just friends?’ Because the way I act when your near isn’t that of friend would.” You admitted, firmly believing that Jack couldn’t hear you in his current state but if you had looked close enough, you would’ve noticed his ears twitching at the sound of your voice.

“I feel lost whenever your away, I fell while when your by my side and I get this warmth within my chest when I see you laugh or smile in general, wishing that I could be the one to make you laugh hard and smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. To me, you look the most pretty when you smile. Ted and Elsa give me shit for looking out for you but who else will? You always looked out for us so I thought it was only fair to repay you in kind. At first I thought of it as an normal thing that friends did for one another but now, it’s more then I could’ve imagined because,” you looked at his serene face, “because as it turns out, I love you. I hope you known that.” It felt weird confessing your feelings when he wasn’t even conscious but it was better then being faced with rejection and ruining your friendship indefinitely. Once you had healed Jack of his wounds you placed his coat over his body and were about to go back to sleep, when two arms reached out and caught you in their embrace as you were then pulled back so that you were pressed against Jack’s chest. Worried that he infect might’ve been conscious during your confession, you were about to profusely apologise but stopped when you felt him nuzzle your neck and staying there. “Goodnight Jack.” You whispered, holding his hand in your own as you fell into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning arose as Jack cuddled himself closer to you, tightening his grip whenever he felt you shift before placing an kiss on your shoulder out of impulse. “Good morning my love.” He whispered, placing another kiss to the base of your neck. “Jack.” He heard you say, “yes, y/n.” “Did you…did you happen to hear anything last night? Anything I said to be more specific?” Jack smiled to himself as he remember every heartfelt word in your confession, vowing himself to hold it close to his heart forevermore. “I might’ve but my memory might need jogging a little.” He teased as he lifted himself just enough to get a look at your flustered face before you hide it behind your hands. “Oh my fucking god.” He heard you groan which only made him laugh harder as he pulled at your hands, just enough for him to prep some light kisses against the skin there. The sudden abundance of affection you were receiving wasn’t helping you calm down whatsoever, seeing as it proved in rectifying that Jack had, in fact, been conscious during your confession last night. The fact that he hasn’t rejected you, like you feared he would, and was instead bombarding you with kisses and cuddles only served as proof that in way shape or form, he reciprocated.

“So…are we like lovers now?” You asked him, not wanting to misconstrue anything and Jack felt the same. He brought your hands to his lips, prepping the palms with little kisses before bringing them over his shoulders as he nuzzled himself into your chest, craving your warmth more so then ever. “We are whatever your comfortable with us being. We can go as slow as you like for forcing you into something you don’t want isn’t my intent. Though I must admit I thought to be having a fever dream when you confessed.” Jack chuckled sheepishly, “I didn’t think someone as sweet and as beautiful as you would ever go for someone like me.” He looked into your eyes, seeing how they stared intently at him, making Jack feel more seen then he ever had in a long while. “Now that I know it to be true, I only wish to be selfish with you heart and guard it from those thinking they can easily take it from me.” Without thinking of much else, you held Jack tightly against you so he wouldn’t see the tears glimmering in the corner of your eyes. “Just let me hold you a little while longer before we head out, please.” Jack closed his eyes as he basked in your scent that he knew off by heart. “I have no qualms with that my love.”

Bonus:

“I believe I won the bet.” Elsa said proudly, smirking behind her cup of coffee as Ted made a disgruntled noise of that of a sore loser. “Oi, we mutually agreed that whoever won the bet would get first dips on where we eat tonight.” Ted huffed, sipping on his tea as a silence lingered between the two of them before the hunter decided to pipe up, “how about sushi?” Ted cried out in agreement as Elsa playfully scoffed, wondering how she managed to get stuck with the three of you.

[galactigoos]

What Happened Last Night Pt.1 - Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar campsite with your leg caught in a bear trap. What the fuck happened last night?

Warnings: female reader, being nakey lol, bit of blood, broken bones, Jack being the fluffiest person ever, slow burn bc reader is going to have to deal with some shit 

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/N: Ok so this is really only the first part of this story, but I wanted to get it out there and get some feedback before I get into a more plot driven second part. Depending on demand this might turn into a little series idk.

Also we only got 50 mins with Jack so be gentle if my characterizations a little wonky. Also Also for reference this does NOT take place right after the events of WBN. More like a random amount of time after that and there will be very little connection to the events of WBN.

Cross-posted on AO3 as always

Part 2 now posted!

Part 1-

You woke up groggy, disorientated, naked, and in more pain than you’ve ever felt in your life. All things considered, you had a pretty mild reaction to the elephant-tree-swamp-man… thing gingerly making coffee in a french press.

You screamed, scrambling to get up, then immediately collapsing in pain. The thing huffed as if he was frustrated with you for your reaction. Someone more human sounding groaned behind you, but barely heard them over the ringing in your ears. There was an honest-to-god old timey steel bear trap clamped around your very swollen, very broken ankle.

Shaking, you surveyed the rest of your body, finding various bruises and gashes littering your body. Your left ear felt hot and sticky, and when you brought your hand up to touch it, you found that the top third or so of your ear was only still attached to your head by a dangling bit of skin. You thought you were going to throw up. The irony smell of your own blood was almost all-consuming.

“Ted?”

The monster grumbled in acknowledgement, and you quickly shuffled to face your… captors? Rescuers? You made eye contact with an incredibly disheveled man wrapped in a quilt. His eyes widened, quickly scanning over your unclothed body and his entire face reddened. He swiveled clumsily to face away from you as you did your best to cover yourself with your arms. The man took a deep breath.

“Ted,” he said slowly, “who’s this?” 

The monster grunts a response.

“What do you mean you found her like that?”

Another long series of grumbles.

“Like me? Like me… before?” The monster nodded, “Oh.” The man glanced back at you again, but very briefly. As soon as his eyes met yours he jolted a little and turned back to the monster, seemingly having forgotten your unfortunate lack of clothes. 

“And you couldn’t have… given her something to cover up with?” 

The monster responded in an indignant monster-tone. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. You did good buddy. Really,” the man said, patting the man-thing’s large hand as it huffed, apparently happy its efforts had been acknowledged.

The man cleared his throat, and hobbled over to one of the many suitcases surrounding the three of you. He made a point to keep his back to you and your nakedness. 

You took the opportunity to look around at where the fuck you were. You were in a small campsite, complete with a firepit, a tee-pee made of sticks that the man had emerged from, and various pieces of luggage and other trinkets strewn about. 

The man had grabbed some plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt and disappeared behind the monster’s back, groaning anytime he had to bend over. When he shuffled back into view, he was approaching you with the quilt, but once again keeping his head obviously turned to the side, not looking at you at all. You snatched the quilt from him and wrapped yourself up with it. When you stopped shifting around, the man finally looked at you, and smiled.

“Apologies. Coffee?” he asked, gesturing to the cup the monster was currently pouring the contents of the french press into. You shook your head. You didn’t trust yourself to open your mouth without throwing up everywhere, as the reality and enormity of the situation hit you. You were severely injured and trapped in the forest with a monster and a random man. 

The man nodded, and stumbled closer to you. You shifted away from him the best you could, given your mangled leg and ever-churning stomach. He held his hands up in a placating gesture, and slowly knelt down next to you. He examined your wounds carefully.

“Ted, can you get the first aid kit?”

The monster obliged, gently handing a box to the man. The man smiled again at you, before digging through the contents. 

You were at a complete loss for words. This random-ass woodsman and his pet monster– who apparently had the same name as your racist uncle– had barely addressed you, after presumably kidnapping you to their camp. You couldn’t remember most of the night before, but you knew you did not start out the night in the middle of the woods. Despite all that, you didn’t have much of an alternative to letting the man treat your wounds, so you didn’t put up much of a fight as he bandaged any gashes that weren’t covered by the blanket. It wasn’t until he was trying to tape your ear back together that he spoke.

“So, how long?” You furrowed your eyebrows and shot him a sideways glance, not wanting to mess up whatever he was doing to your ear. He met your eye and continued talking.

“Because for me, I’ve always been like this. It’s been in my family for generations. But judging by what you did to yourself in one night, I’m guessing you’re new to all this.” He sat back on his feet, still kneeling, and gave you a sympathetic yet expectant smile. He had shared so now it was your turn. 

“I’m sorry. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know where I am or who you are or what he is,” you gestured at Ted. “I just woke up in the woods all… beat up. With you guys. I don’t know what you want or who you think I am, but I’m not her.” You finished your rant with a shaky deep breath, willing yourself not to break down crying.

The man’s eyes searched your face, his expression now one of deep sympathy.

“How about we get you all patched up and then we’ll talk. Hmm? Is that okay, cariño?” You nodded, and he smiled once again. “My name is Jack, that’s Ted. He’s a friend of mine. He won’t hurt you.”

“Uh, okay. I’m y/n.”

Jack smiled widely. “Nice to meet you, y/n,” he said, dipping his head as he said your name. As he focused his attention on your leg, his smile faded into something more serious.

“I need to get this off of you. This is probably going to hurt. But I have to. I need to make sure these cuts don’t get infected and that your bone heals properly. You ready?” You gave him a curt nod and Jack took a deep breath and began to work.

You felt like your ankle collapsed when he wrestled the jaws of the trap open. You felt woozy watching fresh blood pour out of the many jagged marks on your skin where the trap’s teeth had dug into your flesh. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t pass out. You winced at every gentle touch of your ankle, from the stinging of the alcohol to clean your cuts to the bandaids laid delicately upon them. A constant stream of apologies came from Jack with his every movement.

“Ok. Now the worst part. Then it’ll be over,” he mumbled, applying more pressure to your ankle as he felt for the snapped bone. You involuntarily whined in pain.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. So sorry. Almost done.” 

Jack’s hands halted their necessary assault on your ankle, then he firmly grabbed it, coaxing your bone into the proper spot. Even with closed eyes your vision became spotty and your head spun with pain. You felt Jack place a splint on your foot, and as soon as it was tightened and stabilized, your ankle felt much better. It still hurt like a bitch, but at least it was hurting in a proper, reinforced position.

When you finally opened your eyes, Jack was sitting down beside you, looking about as exhausted as you felt. His eyes fluttered sleepily and he had a dumb satisfied smirk on his face. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and reached an arm out to Ted with the other. Ted handed him a coffee cup. He took a large swig of it and offered it to you. You obliged now that you no longer had steel encasing an appendage. 

“Thank you. For all of this,” you said, but Jack just took the coffee cup back from you, shaking his head and waving your gratitude away. The two of you sat quietly together, passing the mug back and forth. You felt oddly safe here. 

At some point, Ted made a noise that made Jack snort and chuckle hardily. You looked between the two of them, smirking along despite not understanding Ted. They were… kind of sweet in the way they interacted. They truly were friends, despite the obvious species difference. Or maybe the post-panic wave of exhaustion that had hit you was so intense you were delirious. Either way, you leaned back, lying down and allowed the quiet conversation and crackling of the fire to lull you to sleep.

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Will reader be as comfortable around Jack and Ted when she’s not exhausted and coming off of an adrenaline rush? How is Jack going to explain lycanthropy without sounding insane?? Will Jack melt my heart with his cuteness??? All this and more in the next part!

Feedback, criticism, comments, reblogs, and likes are all always appreciated. Keeps me motivated!

Tagging everyone who commented on my concept post. If you don’t want to be tagged in the next part just let me know! Literally no pressure I just wanted to make sure the people who encouraged by idea got to read it.

Let me know if you would liked to be tagged in the future!

Tags: @starfirette, @nicolewithanee, @fangurldayandnight, @zakizigekwe, @for-bebbanburg, @missdragon-1, @howlingco, @arvalee-knight

[abirdie]

This Thing is not perfect, but I think it's done.

I may be overcorrecting in my desire to avoid too much angst and trauma, because once again nothing at all happens. Jack sounds as though he's in the middle of some Actual Plot, but the Actual Plot will not be featuring in this fic beyond vague tangential references.

There will be plot in the next one, I promise.

[theclockistickingwrite]

“Magic,” the fox tells her, “is how you show your teeth.”

Ame, heart all bruised and bleeding, and fervently remembering that she is supposed to be kind, says, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Or:

Ame, kindness, curses, and the forging of a blade.

[yeehawpim]

So spotify did a thing recently and I thought I'd draw something about it. 😂😂😂

[nicoline1998enilocin]

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart

PAIRING || Tony Stark x Avenger!Fem!Reader + Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

WORDCOUNT || 7.3K

SUMMARY || You and Tony have been mutually pining for months, and he finally reveals his feelings during a party—albeit after a few too many drinks. The next day, you go out to confront Tony about it, and what happens next is better than you could have ever dreamed.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Light angst. Mostly fluff. Explicit sexual content. Drunken confession. Flirting. Friends to lovers.

WARNINGS || Use of nicknames. Use of Y/N. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Sexual tension. Minor character death. Insecure!Reader. Referenced low body image. Alcohol consumption. Drunk!Tony. Referenced infertility. Referenced fostering & adopting of a baby.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Praise. Frantic sex. Sex against a wall. Lovemaking. Slow sex. Cockwarming. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Multiple orgasms. Cream pie. Aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written based on this request from a lovely Anon! I hope you will enjoy it and that it was worth the wait! I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and supporting me while writing this, as it has quickly become one of my favorites due to your enthusiasm! 🩵

EVENTS Masterlist || @avengersbingo || "What do you think I've been doing?" Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Drunken confession Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Soulmate is best friend Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || "Do you want to talk about it?"

Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || "Should I come back later?" Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Position: against a wall Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Beehive || Accidental declaration of love Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || You are better than you think you are

GIF: Source || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

"What have you been doing in here?" Natasha asks as she walks into your room. Your closet looks like it has exploded because clothes are everywhere, and you're standing in nothing but your underwear, unable to decide what to wear. You promised Tony you would help with his Iron Man suit today, so you want to look good.

"What do you think I've been doing?!" you exclaim as you throw another shirt to the side, deeming it unwearable.

"Ah, you're going to see your boyfriend again," she snickers, and you turn around to glare at her. She knows you've been crushing on him for years, and you wish nothing more than for him to be your boyfriend.

"He's not my boyfriend, and you know it," you say with a slight pout, disappointment settling in your gut. You turn around to pick up the next shirt, and as soon as you hold it up, you see it's one of Tony's. Bingo!

You quickly slip it on before finding a pair of black jeans and tucking the shirt into them for a finished look.

"What do you think?" you ask Nat, who has gotten comfortable on your bed with a snack, and she nods approvingly. When you have been searching for more outfits, she texts Bruce that you will be coming to the lab, and he gets the hint.

"Are you sure it's okay if I step out for a while?" Bruce asks Tony, who responds by humming. Without a second thought, he slips out of the lab, and when you have put on a pair of comfortable shoes, you make your way to Tony's lab.

"Good luck with your boyfriend!" Nat says with a broad smile, and before you walk through your door, you lift your middle finger to her, though she knows you don't mean it. You and Natasha have been best friends since childhood, and your becoming an Avenger has only brought you two closer together.

"Good luck with Nat, she's being a real bitch today!" you say loud enough for Natasha to hear as you pass Bruce in the hallway, and he just shakes his head with a smile.

"I love you too, Detka!" Nat responds as you step into the elevator, ready to go and meet Tony in his lab. You're not sure why he would need your help with the suit since you don't know much about it, but you go down regardless as you happily grab every chance you can to spend time with the man you're crushing on.

The elevator doors open, and you immediately enter Tony's lab. The familiar smell in the air reminds you of some happy memories. You have spent countless nights together with Tony, working or having deep conversations until late at night before falling asleep on an old couch he has.

"Ah, I was wondering when you would arrive-" Tony says with a broad smile as he turns around, though it immediately vanishes as soon as he sees you're wearing one of his old t-shirts. The brown of his irises turns black as his pupils widen, and he quickly turns around to hide the fact that he's getting a raging boner at the sight of you.

"Sorry, Nat held me up, but I'm here now! What can I help you with today?" you ask in your usual cheery voice, and Tony grabs the table's edge tightly, willing his boner to go away as he takes a few deep breaths.

"Just- just grab that thing over there," he waves his hand somewhere in the distance, and as soon as you do, he regrets it. The moment you bend over to grab what he wants, he looks over and groans loudly as he gets a good look at your ass in your skinny jeans.

"Are you okay, Tony? Do you need some help?" you ask, your brows knitted together as you stand up and look at Tony.

"N-no! Nope! All fine! Just- just gimme that," he says, and you look at him with a concerned expression. Despite that, you do as he says and then decide to make coffee for you both; he looks like he could use a break.

"Thank you," he whispers, and your fingers touch briefly, a spark going through both your bodies at the touch. He meets your gaze, and you're all he can focus on momentarily. He notices your hair hanging loose today and the dimples in your cheeks as you smile.

He notices the slight flush on your cheeks as you touch him, and your chest seems to rise and fall a little faster than usual. He has spent countless hours examining your body, and he has it all memorized, thinking about it every chance he gets.

"Coffee?" you ask, pulling him out of his trance. He nods before turning back to the table to finish the part of his glove he was working on. As you're walking to the kitchenette in his lab, he gathers his thoughts, and his boner finally starts to calm down, too.

However, your thoughts are still strong as you wait for the coffee machine to warm the water inside.

"Did he need to groan like that? God, he always seems to find a way to make me horny. Imagine how he sounds when- Stop it!" you think to yourself, and you shake yourself out of your thoughts of Tony groaning as he slides his length into your heat.

With your eyes shut tightly, you calm down your thoughts, and as soon as the coffee machine lets you know the coffee is finished, you bring it over to Tony. He had finished the work on the glove and was now looking at you making coffee, a smile dancing on his lips.

"Thank you, Cutie. I've been looking forward to a strong cup of your coffee," he tells you as he happily accepts the mug and brings it to his lips. The hot liquid is soothing as he takes a large sip before putting the mug on the table and reaching out his hand.

"I want to show you something," Tony says when you grab his hand. He guides you to the part of the table where his helmet is. When you face the table, Tony stands behind you, dangerously close, as he leans forward to grab it.

Your breath hitches as he leans down to tell you about some new features he built in, and your nipples pebble as you feel a flow of arousal ruining your panties. Goosebumps erupt in your neck as he whispers in your ear.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Tony asks, and you accept without knowing what you're saying yes to. You would say yes to anything if he asks you for it.

Tony turns the helmet around before opening it, then slides it carefully over your head before letting it close. Despite being made to fit Tony's head, it is still surprisingly comfortable, and you smile widely as you look at the helmet's features.

"How's the fit?" Tony asks, touching your waist, making you blush hard. It's good he can't see your face right now, as it would have only worsened it. Just as you're about to answer him, Bruce walks back into the lab, and he's not sure what he's looking at right now.

"Should I come back later?" Bruce carefully asks, and you and Tony whip your heads around to face him. Tony quickly steps away from you so as not to raise too much suspicion. In all fairness, Bruce knows Tony's crush on you, but Tony still steps back out of habit.

You open the helmet before handing it to Tony, and without another word, you rush out of the lab. Both men look at you as you try to get away quickly. You quickly run up the stairs, and you're glad to find Nat in the privacy of her room.

"Nat, we need to talk, but can we do it in the gym, maybe? I need to get out some leftover energy," you ask, and she agrees. Both of you change into something a little more comfortable and workout-ready, and then you meet up in the large gym of the Avengers Compound.

You've been going to town on a punching bag for a little while now, and Nat's there to listen to your venting, which is the perfect way to express your frustrations.

"I don't know how long I can take it anymore! Everything he does makes me horny, and I can't think straight anymore," you say, the words being emphasized by the punches you're landing.

"And the worst is that I doubt he feels the same about me. He's Tony Stark, for fuck sake, and I'm me. Who would ever be interested in me?!" you think out loud, and Nat can feel her heart break a little at your words. You stop punching the bag, and the tears start to flow.

"I'm never good enough for anyone, Nat. And I have accepted that, but it sucks that I have all these feelings for him because I know he doesn't feel the same-" you say as you crouch down, making yourself as small as possible as you let the sobs tear through your body.

"C'mere, Detka," Nat whispers as she sits on her knees before you and pulls you close to her. She wishes she could tell you how Tony feels in such moments, but she also knows it's not her place. All she can do now is reassure you.

"Hey, you are better than you think you are. Not just on the battlefield, because you're one of the best snipers and fighters I've ever met, but you're also the most kind-hearted and amazing woman I know, Detka. I know it's not easy to see that after everything you've been through, but it's true," Natasha tells you, pushing the hair out of your tear-stained face.

"You're beautiful, and Tony would be lucky to call you his girl. But most of all, you deserve to be loved, no matter what your brain tells you," Nat whispers, and you believe her. You've been struggling with a low body image for years, and in moments like these, it all comes out in one long flow of words.

"C'mon, let's shower and prepare for a girl's night, okay? I'm sure Wanda would love to join us too, and we can have a girls' night just like we used to when growing up, okay?" Nat offers, and you smile through your tears.

"Yes, please!" you say before wiping the last tears away, and after your shower, you put on your comfiest pair of fluffy pajamas before making your way to Nat's room. On the way there, you run into Bruce and Tony.

"Hi, Cutie. Is everything okay? You left so suddenly earlier," Tony asked softly, his face filled with worry.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay now. Thank you, Tony. Nat, Wanda, and I will have a girls' night, so if you don't hear from Nat for the evening, you'll know why!" you tell Bruce excitedly, and he laughs as he nods in understanding.

"Have fun, Cutie," Tony says before leaning in and kissing your cheek softly before moving along. You're nailed to the floor as you can't stop thinking about the scratch of his facial hair against your cheek and the softness of his lips on your skin.

When you can finally move, you practically sprint to Nat's room, and as soon as you swing open the door, you tell them the good news.

"TONY KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK!" you practically scream out as you jump up and down, and Nat loves the happiness radiating from you now. You let yourself fall onto her bed with a broad smile, and that evening, you can't stop gossiping about guys with your two best friends.

"Your target is walking out the door now!" you hear Steve say over the earpiece you're wearing, and before he knows what happened, he's hit by a bullet that takes his life instantly. He was the last of the bad guys you needed to eliminate, and you had done it successfully.

A sigh of relief leaves your chest as you put down your sniper rifle, and you go to sit up, desperate for some stretching after lying on the roof for hours on end.

"You did an amazing job, Cutie. We couldn't have done it without you," Tony says over the line, and a broad smile appears.

"It wasn't just me, Tony. Everyone helped with this mission," you say, trying not to take all the credit, but he won't stand for it.

"This weekend, we'll be partying in your honor. We haven't had a mission this successful in quite a while, and we all deserve a night of letting loose as well," Tony says matter-of-factly, and you sigh, knowing you won't be getting out of this one.

And that's how you find yourself walking into the party that Tony's throwing for you. You opted to wear a summer dress combined with white heels, as the party will take place on the rooftop terrace of the Avengers Compound, and the weather outside is beautiful. You're arriving with Bruce and Natasha as they walk hand-in-hand in matching outfits.

Natasha opted for a short, tight black dress, and Bruce is wearing black jeans and a black button-up shirt, which perfectly match Natasha's aesthetic.

"How does it feel to have a party thrown in your honor, Y/N?" Bruce asks, and you chuckle nervously. Despite being an Avenger for almost four years, you're not used to being in the spotlight yet.

"I-" is all you can say because Tony is by your side and pulling you away from your friends before you know it. Nat looks at you two with a raised eyebrow, and Bruce smiles at Tony's antics. If there are ever two people rooting for you two, it's them, just like you have done for them.

"I believe your nickname should be Gorgeous because Cutie doesn't even come close to how you look tonight," Tony whispers in your ear, and you can feel your face heating up with his flirting.

"Thank you, Tony. You look amazing, too," you say as you look at him. He's wearing light-colored slacks with a half-unbuttoned shirt, showing off the light blue hue coming from his arc reactor. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the dusting of chest hair around it, and your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you stare for a moment too long.

"Enjoying the view, are you?" he quips at you, and the heat on your cheeks is now plainly visible to everyone around you, seeing how Tony caught you staring at him. He smirked before turning to the man behind the bar and ordering his favorite drink, which was a dirty martini with extra olives for himself.

He places his large, strong hand on the small of your back as you two are waiting for your drinks to be ready, and Tony's touch is all you can focus on right now. He has touched you countless times before, but it's never felt this intimate before.

"Here you go, Gorgeous, this one's in your honor," Tony says as he lifts his glass, cheering against yours before leaning in for a soft kiss on your cheek. He has already had a few drinks and has become a bit looser and more affectionate.

The feel of Tony's soft lips on your cheek has your eyes slipping shut and a smile working its way onto your features as you enjoy the moment. However, the moment you open your eyes, Tony has disappeared, and you're left with a disappointed feeling settling in your gut.

"You did amazing on the last mission. You know your way around a sniper rifle better than I've ever seen anyone do," a deep voice behind you says. When you turn around, you see a pair of steel blue eyes you haven't seen in a while.

"Bucky, you're back!" you say as you look at his long hair, which he has been growing for a while now. He's been on an undercover mission with Clint for over six months, and you've missed seeing his face around here.

"Yeah, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity of being here for you, especially after Steve wouldn't shut up about how you took him down with just one bullet, and right between the eyes, too. I'm impressed!" he tells you, and you smile widely.

Bucky and Steve have been married for longer than you have been an Avenger, and even though he was very standoffish at first, he eventually warmed up to you. You share a similar set of fighting and shooting skills, often being paired together on missions.

"But tell me, how's it going between you and Tony? Is there anything going on between you two?" he asks before sipping his beer, and your eyes widen.

"N-no, there's not. And I doubt there ever will be anything between us. I'm pretty sure I'm far from his type if the girl he's currently putting into a headlock is anything to go by," you tell your friend while looking at Tony, standing with his arm around a girl who's the complete opposite of you.

"Oh, that's weird. I thought something was going on between you two," Bucky tells you, and he looks at you with pity, but you don't want any pity about the situation. Tony can be with whomever he wants, and even though you'd love for it to be you, you won't get in the way of his happiness with someone else either.

"There's not; sorry to disappoint," you say with a chuckle, though it's not entirely convincing. To get the attention off of yourself for a moment, you decide to ask Bucky about his mission. He tells you all about it while you occasionally look at Tony.

Eventually, Bruce and Natasha join you two, greeting Bucky happily while more drinks are served to your little group. Not long after, Steve joins, too, but not without giving Bucky a few kisses on his lips. The love between them is evident, and it makes you a bit jealous at the same time because you're yearning for a love like theirs.

As the evening progresses, the drinks flow plentifully, and you start to feel a nice buzz—nothing over the top, but just enough to become more of a people person. And just when you're about to take the next drink Steve is about to hand you, you feel someone bump into you.

"Watch out!" you exclaim as you turn around, but you instantly regret it as you look into Tony's deep, dark brown eyes and feel bad for raising your voice at him.

"I-I'm sorry, let's sit down for a moment," you say as you carefully grab Tony's arm, and he happily holds onto your arm. There's an empty couch in the corner of the rooftop where you lead Tony, and he sits down with a huff, his legs spread wide, exposing the bulge in his pants.

"Can I tell you a little secret?" Tony whispers as he leans in close. Your cheeks turn red as you look at him. He's only inches away from your face, and you nod.

"I'm so in love with someone," Tony says, giggling as the words leave his lips. He's very drunk, but that doesn't make the feeling of hurt in your heart any less. He's in love with someone else, and the fact he has to tell you at the party he throws in your honor only makes it worse.

"Like, deeply in love, you know? She's fucking gorgeous, like, I can't keep my eyes off her whenever we're in the same room, and I think about her every second of every day. I also looooooooooove spending time with her and seeing the dimples in her cheeks and her smile, oh my god, her smile!" Tony continues, a deep red blush appearing on his cheeks as he thinks about the woman he's describing.

"I just love everything about her, and not only is she my best friend, but I think she's also my soulmate. But please don't tell Y/N I told you this, okay? I don't think she loves me back," Tony ends his little rant, still inches away from your face. You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, and a lump forms in your throat as you're not sure what to do with your emotions right now.

So, instead of answering him, you get up and walk out of the party to the bathroom so you can gather your thoughts for a moment.

"Can you keep an eye on Tony for a moment?" Natasha asks Bruce as you speed past the Avengers you were talking to earlier. He does so while she quickly goes after you.

"So, what were you and Y/N talking about?" Bruce asks as he sits down next to Tony, who looks at him as he practically runs out of the party.

"What're you talking about? That wasn't Y/N. I would know if I was talking to her," Tony says casually, but Bruce can't help but smile at Tony's words.

"I'm not so sure about that because it was definitely Y/N you just talked to," Bruce said with a chuckle. He had never seen Tony sober up so fast in his entire life.

"Oh my God, I just told her I love her, Bruce! I told her I'm in love with her, and now she ran out of here; this is an absolute fucking nightmare! She must think I'm an asshole for doing that; oh my God, what have I done?! I need to go talk to her-" Tony says, but Bruce stops him there.

"I think it's best to go to bed now and sleep it off. Y/N will still be here tomorrow, and you two can talk it out then, okay? Nat is with her, so she's in good hands, alright?" Bruce tells Tony, and he nods.

Meanwhile, in the ladies' bathroom.

"Are you okay, Detka?" Natasha asks as she finds you in the bathroom. You're trying to fix your make-up, which is helpless as the tears keep flowing.

"I-I don't k-know," you say between sniffles, and she pulls you into a hug. Not saying a word, just letting you get out all your emotions as she soothingly rubs the back of your head. You pull Natasha tight against your body as all the feelings rush out. The confusion, the hurt, and the happiness all come out in one confusing mess of tears, and you're glad not to go through it alone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks, and you nod before pulling away. Natasha can't help but laugh as she sees your make-up - or what's left - and you join in with her, falling into a fit of laughter together.

It takes either of you a good ten minutes before either of you can breathe calmly again, and that's when you decide to lay it all out: everything that happened with Tony and how you feel about it.

"H-he just told me he loves me, but I'm not sure if it's true or not..." you start, your voice trailing near the end. You cast your line of sight to the ceiling to prevent yourself from starting crying again, and you're successful despite the pit in your stomach and the lump in your throat.

"What do you mean?" Natasha asks as she brushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

"He's drunk as a skunk, Nat. He can barely walk, let alone form any normal thoughts. I'm sure it's just the drinks talking, but what if it's not? What if it isn't, and he does love me? What if he—" you say when Natasha suddenly grabs your face. This move startles you enough to get you to stop talking for a moment, and her plan works.

"If you want to, I can get all the Avengers out of the Compound tomorrow, so you and Tony can have a nice home-cooked dinner and some time to talk. That way, you can ask him directly about it, and I am 99 percent sure he will confirm your questions," Natasha says as you look into her bright green eyes.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" you ask, a little unsure but excited at the same time.

"I think it's the best idea I've had in a long time," she says, and you smile in response. After confirming the plans, you two return to the party, but to your surprise, Tony isn't there anymore.

"I had to bring him to bed; he was talking nonsense at this point," Bruce says as you join the rest of the Avengers again, and you smile. It's probably for the best, but it doesn't take long for you to retire to your bedroom. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, after all.

Natasha has kept her word, and all the Avengers are out of the Compound the following day—except you and Tony. While he has spent most of the day sleeping and hanging around in his penthouse, you have spent most of the night lying awake after his confession, mulling it repeatedly.

You have tried to keep yourself busy for as long as possible, but you cannot contain yourself any longer, so you decide to head up to Tony's penthouse, hoping he's willing to talk about what happened last night. In any case, you will be spending time with Tony.

Just as you're about to head out the door, you take a last look in the mirror and decide to get changed. You want to be able to have a serious conversation and not have Tony laugh about you wearing your silly pajamas, no matter how comfortable they may be.

Instead, you wear your matching loungewear set with sneakers, making you look at least a little presentable. Combined with a messy bun and your glasses, you're ready to talk to Tony while making dinner for you both because you're starting to get hungry.

When you're at Tony's door, you knock a few times, and much to your surprise, the door flings open almost instantly, as if he was waiting on the other side of it, expecting your arrival. His hair is still wet from a shower, and he's wearing only a large towel around his waist.

Before you even say a word, your gaze drops lower, over his broad, muscled shoulders and arc reactor to his defined abdomen and adonis belt. You have caught him at a perfect time, apparently.

"Hi, Cutie, come in. I'm going to get dressed quickly, so please help yourself to anything here," he says softly, and you nod before stepping into his penthouse and closing the door behind you. While Tony walks back to his bathroom, your line of sight is pulled to the sway of his hips, which defines the perfectly round shape of his butt perfectly.

"I wouldn't stare too long if I were you. Otherwise, there's nothing to enjoy for the rest of the world!" Tony said jokingly as he turned the corner to his bathroom. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise at his words and quickly looked away.

While Tony is getting dried off and dressed, you decide to have a look in his fridge. You want to make something for dinner, and much to your surprise, he has everything you need to make a delicious carbonara, so that's exactly what you'll do.

Tony comes back about 10 minutes later, and the entire kitchen smells of the most delicious, fragrant foods he's smelled in a while. This makes him smile as he sees you fluttering around in his kitchen as if it's your own.

"What're we having for dinner?" Tony asks as he comes to stand behind you. You feel yourself tense up a little as he looks over your shoulder, his hand on your waist. Usually, you wouldn't have given this a second thought, but after yesterday, everything has changed.

"I decided to make pasta carbonara, your favorite," you tell him with a small smile, and he nods in approval.

"Sounds good to me," he says before walking away and sitting at his large kitchen island. As you do your magic in the kitchen, there's some small talk between you both, but surprisingly, it doesn't feel awkward in the slightest.

Not long after, you've finished the pasta, and after plating two dishes for both of you, feeling proud of what you have made. Cooking has always been your passion, and Tony is more than happy to indulge in everything you make, as he knows you're a fantastic cook.

Once you're seated across from Tony, you decide to bite the bullet, knowing there is a great chance he won't even remember the conversation you two had last night - if you can even call it that.

"Tony, do you remember what happened last night?" you ask outright, and his eyes go wide as he realizes exactly what you're talking about. He may have been drunk enough not to know most of last night, but the love confession is engraved in his memory.

He looks at you with a shocked expression at first, but almost instantly, his features soften before he nods, giving you a reassuring smile.

"I do remember it, yeah. And I want to apologize for it. The timing was horrific, and you deserve so much more than a stupid drunk confession," Tony starts. You play with the noodles on your plate, and your appetite disappears.

"So it was a mistake, and he doesn't love me," you think, and Tony notices something's off.

"Can you tell me what's going on in your mind, Cutie?" he tries, but you shake your head, fighting the tears threatening to escape. You don't want to tell him that you're afraid he didn't mean it or that he doesn't love you.

"That's okay. But I hope you will take what I'm about to say now to heart because I meant it and still mean it. I'm in love with you, Y/N, and I have been for as long as I can remember! Whenever we're in the same room, I can't stop looking at you, and your smile is something I look forward to seeing every morning," Tony tells you, and the tears you were fighting earlier are now streaming down your cheeks.

You lower your gaze to your pasta as you don't want him to see you crying but to no avail. Within seconds, he's by your side, his arms wrapped around you as he pulls you close to his chest.

"It's okay, Cutie. I'm sorry for how I behaved yesterday, but do you believe me when I say I love you? That I'm in love with you? Being apart from you physically hurts me every time, as if a piece of my heart is missing. As if a part of my soul has gone with you, and it only feels right when you're back with me," he tells you, and you can't do anything but sob into his t-shirt.

Every last doubt and sliver of hope you have held onto is coming out, and the relief you're feeling is so overwhelming that it all comes out at once. But Tony doesn't mind; he will hold you for as long as you need, for the rest of his life. He will be there for you through good times and bad, through sickness and health, till death do you part.

Eventually, you calm down enough to stop crying and wipe your tears away with the tissues he's gotten for you. With a soft thank you, you wipe your face and drink a few sips of water before facing him.

"I believe you, Tony. And I am deeply in love with you as well," you whisper to him, and the smile on his face is one of nothing but pure, unabashed happiness.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, and without saying another word, you wrap your arms around his neck, crashing your lips against his in a messy yet perfect first kiss. Tony's hands are sliding under your thighs before lifting you, the food you have prepared long forgotten now.

As you're both starting to get a little impatient, Tony backs you against a nearby wall, and his hands wander from your thighs to your waist and up to your face before he pulls away, leaving you both panting and hungry for more.

"Do you want to continue this trail to the bedroom? Because as much as I love you and want you, your comfort and safety go above everything else," Tony asks as his hand gently cups your face. You lean into his touch as you look at him.

"Yes, Tony. I want this, and I want you. Please make me yours," you tell him, and with those words, you're officially together. You're his, and he's yours. From this moment on, nothing can come between you two, and he can't wait to make it official by burying himself deep inside you.

"God, I love you so much," he says between kisses, and he ruts his hips against yours as he keeps you pinned against the wall, his cock achingly hard in his sweatpants. Pre-cum is already leaking from the tip, and your panties are ruined as another gush of arousal floods them.

Before you can even comprehend what's happening, Tony has ripped your pants in half with a force you've never seen before, but it only turns you on further as he frees his cock before fisting it a few times and lining it up with your waiting entrance.

"So wet for me, Cutie; you're dripping all over me right now," Tony says as he pushes into your tight heat, the pressure in your core already building with every thrust as he works himself into your entrance.

While there's nothing romantic about this moment persé, he's still charming and caring as he works himself into you. The moment he bottoms out, he knows he's a complete goner for you. He's entirely and unabashedly yours for the rest of your lives.

"F-fuck me, Daddy," you moan out as your eyes slip shut, and Tony can feel you clench around him at the nickname. He's never had a thing for being called 'Daddy,' but hearing it tumble from your lips has him throbbing inside your hot, tight pussy.

"Call me that again, Babygirl, fuck," he says through gritted teeth, and as soon as you do, he sets a brutal pace, bouncing you up and down on his giant cock, splitting you open on every last inch of it. The veins adorning his length give you the extra stimulation you need, and before you know it, you're cumming on his cock for the first time, screaming his name as he fucks you against a wall.

"That's it, fucking cum for Daddy, squeezin' me so fucking hard," he groans out, and when he's about to cum, he suddenly stops every last bit of movement, as he doesn't want to cum just yet.

"Hold on to me, girl. I'm gonna take you for a little walk," he says, and you happily do. As you nuzzle your face into his neck, he holds you tightly against his chest until he suddenly dips you down onto the mattress of his king-size bed.

"I need to pull out for just a moment, but I'll be burying myself deep inside you soon enough," Tony said as he nosed along your jaw before placing a few soft kisses on your cheek, nose, and lips. You moan at the loss of him inside you, but he quickly pulls down his sweatpants fully before undressing you as well.

The moment you're both entirely bare, he stops for a moment to indulge himself in your beauty, his hands wandering over every inch of your body. Your breasts get a little extra attention, but he can't stay away from your heat too long as he places himself over your body.

"You're doing so perfect for me, Cutie," he says softly as he pushes back in, and this time your pussy welcomes him without any resistance, and it's like you two are made for each other. He fits perfectly in the space he carved out with his cock earlier, and he wants to be buried inside you for the rest of your lives.

His hands find yours, and he interlaces his fingers with yours as he sets a slow pace, rolling his hips in a way that has you wanting more, and it is only emphasized by the way your back is arching and yours are working in tandem with his.

Tony's drinking in the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips as his forehead is pressed against yours, the intimacy of the moment bringing you to your second high of the evening. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you look into Tony's eyes, and you feel every last drag of his cock inside you.

"So perfect; I love you so much," Tony whispers as his high approaches rapidly. He can't stop confessing his love for you; you never want him to. Hearing those words from Tony means more than anything anyone has ever said to you before. They make this moment perfect.

"I'm close, Babygirl, and I can feel you're close too. I want you to cum one more time for me, okay? Cum one more time for Daddy, and then I'll give you every last drop of my seed," Tony says, and you nod.

His hand disappears between your bodies, and his fingers rub your clit a few times before you cum again with a scream of his name, your nails scratching his back as the pleasure blinds you for a moment, and you see nothing but white.

Tony's pace becomes frantic and sloppy, and before you know it, he's cumming deep inside you as his cock is nestled as deep as it'll go. The warmth of his seed spreads inside you, and Tony has captured your lips in a sweet kiss, his tongue slipping in to mingle with yours.

"I love you so much, Cutie. Thank you for giving me a chance and for saying yes to being my girl. Now, my life has started. With you by my side, I can do anything," Tony tells you as his nose bumps and rubs against yours lovingly, and your heart feels full of love.

"I love you too, Tony, more than I can ever explain," you whisper with a smile, and that evening, you spend most of it in Tony's arms. After pulling out and cleaning you up, he pulled you into the shower, where he took fantastic care of you as he washed your entire body and hair, too.

Now, you're wearing Tony's boxer briefs and a hoodie as you eat some take-out. The pasta you had made earlier was deemed inedible after being left out for multiple hours.

"Y'know, I can't wait to tell Natasha about us. She's been our biggest cheerleader from day one, and I'm sure she would love to know about our conversation," you tell Tony, and he knows damn well it implies that you will say to her about the amazing sex you had as well.

"Hm, and I can't wait to hear all about her reaction from Bruce," Tony jokes. You both laugh as your legs are intertwined on the couch, and you feed each other random pieces of sushi. That night, you stay in his penthouse, which will be the first night of many you will happily spend there.

The following day, as you're in the kitchen making breakfast for yourself, Tony couldn't join because of an early meeting on the other side of the city. Natasha walks into the kitchen, looking for all the details from last night.

"Mornin', sleepyhead," Natasha says as she pulls open the fridge, looking for some breakfast. You already prepared some for her as well. You're still dressed in Tony's hoodie, which is enough evidence for her to know where you slept last night.

"Let's go to my room so we can talk in private," you say as you hand Natasha the plate of food. She happily accepts before following you. You both get comfortable on the oversized couch in your room and immediately start recounting everything that happened in Tony's penthouse.

From you making dinner to the love confession, and from Tony ripping your pants in half to fuck you against a wall to the lovemaking, nothing gets left out. It's not something either of you is embarrassed about either, as you two have shared many stories about sexual experiences in your past, and you're being kept up-to-date on new things Bruce and Natasha try out as well.

"But you know what the most special moment was? When he was buried inside me, he interlaced my fingers with his, and he told me he loved me. Honestly, I have never felt so loved by anyone before, and I'm glad to call him my boyfriend now," you say with a significant smile, and Natasha couldn't possibly be happier for you two.

"You deserve it, Detka. You do. Tony may be an idiot sometimes, but he's your idiot, and that's all that matters," she says, and you nod. There's a small silence between you both as Natasha gathers the courage to tell you some good news, and she needs to ask you something important, too.

"Detka, I have some news I've been wanting to share with you. Bruce and I got confirmation last night that we're allowed to foster and eventually adopt a baby. As you know, I can't have them naturally, so we have been going down that route and will be fostering a baby girl named Rose," Natasha says proudly.

"Are you kidding?! That is amazing news, Nat! I'm so happy for you two! When will I be able to meet the little girl?" you quickly ask, eager to get to know your future niece.

"She will be placed with us within the next month, and from then on, I will become a stay-at-home Mom. I've been thinking of retiring from Avenging for a while, and there's no better time than to do it now," she tells you, and you nod.

"But there's one more thing I want to ask you. Will you be Rose's godmother once we adopt her?" Natasha asks, and without a shadow of a doubt, you agree to it before pulling her in for the highest possible hug. She's been dreaming of becoming a Mom for years, and to see her dream come true is amazing.

"You both deserve it so much, Nat. I can't tell you enough how happy I am for you," you tell her. Down in Tony's lab, a similar conversation occurs.

"Tony, will you give us the honor of becoming Rose's godfather once we adopt her?" Bruce asks Tony, and of course, he agrees right away, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

"Of course I will. Y/N and I will take care of her like she's our own," Tony promises, and it's true.

A few months later, you two are babysitting for Bruce and Natasha, and you take care of the little girl like she's your own. You can't wait to tell Tony about your pregnancy, but that can wait a few more days. Now, you're basking in the glory of the little girl lighting up your world, just like yours will once she's born.

[fallenangelics]

The Taste of Your Lips All Over Mine

PAIRING | Angel Dust/Husk

WORD COUNT | 2632

SUMMARY | Invited to the annual Overlord ball, Angel has big plans for the night. With his father and brother overlooking his every move as the family business is put in jeopardy, there isn't much room for mistakes. Good thing Angel's target for the night willingly walks straight into his trap.

RATING | Mature

WARNING/TAG(S) | Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | First Kiss | Whispering Sweet Nothings | @fandombingo | Repeatedly Checking Their Pulse To Assure Yourself Their Still Alive | @multifandom-flash | Drugged Lipstick | How Many Fingers | Have I Mentioned I Am Sexually Active Today? | @fandom-free-bingo | Curiosity Killed The Cat | @character-a-character-b | Primal Encounters

AO3 LINK | Read Here

The dress that Angel wore hugged every curve of his body, keeping him snug within the black and pink fabrics. As he walked through the Overlord gathering he held himself with poise, playing the part he needed to for tonight. 

It wasn’t often that a gathering such as this was held. The monthly meetings were a bore of politics that Angel never bothered showing up for, sending his brother in his place so he could hear the conversation later on, but this was different. This was an event that only happened once a year, a gathering of everyone important with even the chance of one of the Deadly’s making an appearance.

Angel had a mission though, one he couldn’t afford to mess up while his father and brother were mingling in the crowd keeping Sinner’s occupied. Recently a chunk of their territory had been stolen, and with it vanished some of their profit all due to a certain Gambling Demon earning more confidence and attempting to reach further across the pentagram.

Though Angel hadn’t cared personally for the loss, his family had taken it as a personal attack, sending him to deal with the problem and what better place than the annual gala that he would attend? That’s why he was walking around the large hall looking out for the short demon while in the best dress he could find, hoping to catch his attention one way or another. 

It was a shame it was Angel who had to complete this mission since he would much rather spend the night getting drinks and mingling with some of the crowd but he couldn’t blame his family for being picked as he was the best choice for this job. No one could seduce an Overlord like he could, it was how he first started getting his family some recognition before they began climbing the ranks of Hell.

A quick and seamless job is all he could hope for but he wouldn’t mind if it got a little bit messy; That just came with the territory.

It wasn’t Angel who found the Overlord, instead, Arackniss came towards him, his pace slow as to now raise any alarm bells, simply making it look as if he had something to say to his brother that didn’t involve singling out an attending Overlord. Having to end his current conversation with one of the Vees who were trying to strike a fashion deal with him, Angel made room for his brother, waiting to hear the new intel.

“You’re boy is over by the bar,” Arackniss started, tossing the drink in his hand in a circle as he stared into it, subtly flaunting the liquor that Angel wasn’t currently allowed to drink. 

Though Angel knew better than to look over at the bar immediately, Angel couldn’t help but take a glance at who may be seated over there. Upon seeing the workers attending the event, he also caught sight of an overly red Overlord sitting beside his short but well-groomed target.

Beginning the short journey over to the bar while doing his best not to spark any unwanted conversation on the way over, Arackniss snorted from behind him, “Don’t fuck it up.”

“I’m not goin’ to,” Angel hissed over his shoulder, shooting his older brother a glare before he focused back in on his target. 

Making sure to rid himself of any prior annoyance, Angel sauntered his way over to the bar, situating himself on the other side of his small target before feigning as if he hadn’t noticed him, instead making a show of pondering what he might get from the drink menu provided.

The ditzy dress may have made him look clueless, or the fact that he was almost unrecognisable as an Overlord since he almost never attended meetings, but the golden eyes of his target turned to his, Alastor turning to shadows as the attention left him. Angel continued to ignore him, waiting for the Overlord to speak up before letting him fall into his trap.

“If you need help I can see if they’ll let me whip something up for you,” His gruff voice pierced through Angel’s ears, making him slowly turn his gaze towards him. Schooling a drink of his own that was almost empty, the Gambling Demon stared up at him, half a smirk lacing his features. “Of course, I’m sure anything on their menu will do.”

“I bet you’d be able to make me somethin’ perfect if you’re offerin’,” Angel took him up, taking a slow seat as he watched the Overlord shoot one of the workers a look, gaining approval which the Sinner would’ve been foolish to deny before he was rounding the counter and taking a look over the stock that the bar had. 

Using the time it took the Overlord to place a martini glass in front of him and begin throwing different alcohols in a mixer, Angel took in his appearance. He wore clean black dress pants paired with some slacks, a slightly lighter suit jacket lined with gold covering a simple white shirt, all of it being topped off with a golden bow. Angel couldn’t help but admire how his hair was slicked back or how the red of his wings almost glowed in the lighting.

“So, what brings a guy like you to one of these parties?” The Overlord questioned as he slid the drink over to Angel, not a drop of it spilling as he came to a stop. Bringing the drink to his lips and taking a slow test sip, making sure the glass or the liquid didn’t actually touch his lips, Angel felt the eyes of the Overlord on him as he swallowed. “I don’t think I’ve seen your face at one of these things before.”

“Oh, my brother invited me. He’s recently started workin’ for one of the Overlords and is apparently ranked high enough for the both of us to turn up here,” Attempting to act as if it were no big deal Angel flapped one of his free hands around, waving off the status he held to lower the Overlords guard. “But what about you mista? What’s a fancy little kitty like yourself doin’ up here?”

“I’m one of the Overlords that’s meant to be trying to bargain for more territory or some sort of deal,” He acted as if the title was a pain in his ass as if it was more hassle than it was worth as his eyes quickly skittered around the room, easily tracking the other Overlords that were doing just that. Pushing one of his hands forward, he offered it to Angel, waiting for him to take it before bringing it softly to his lips where he placed a delicate kiss on the back of his hand. “Where are my manners? I’m Husk, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Throughout the whole interaction, Husk kept his golden eyes locked with Angel’s two-toned ones, both an intimidating aura surrounding him that radiated power as well as a comforting glow that wanted to reach out to him. It was almost as intoxicating as the drink Husk had made for him. “Angel, it’s nice meetin’ you.”

“Hm, fitting,” Husk hummed, his smirk growing if that was possible. Remaining on the opposite side of the bar, Husk leaned forward, resting his forearms on the countertop as he stared up at Angel through lidded eyes. “Who did you say your brother worked for, again?”

“I didn’t,” Angel muses, finishing his drink before he sets it down and leans into one of his hands, resting his head there as he matches Husk’s expression. Doing what he did best, Angel propped his chest fluff up as his dress opened up, one of his fingers toying with the stem of his drink as his lashes fluttered. A quickly raised brow from the Overlord pulled a chuckle out of him, adding, “But he works for the Mafia Demon I think. I tend to tune him out when he rants about work.”

“Maybe you should start paying attention,” Husk spoke slowly, his deep voice gruff around the edges as the words were almost purred to him. Angel couldn’t help but wonder if there was an underlying meaning to Husk’s words. “You never know when he might say something important.”

“I’ll start payin’ attention when he starts talking about somethin’ interestin’,” Angel responded in a purr of his own, bringing a finger up to trace down the fur that lined Husk’s cheek. It wasn’t often an Overlord allowed him to get this close and personal, especially not when they knew who he was. “I ain’t got time to worry about which goon he chased after or whose debt he’s out collectin’. This however is quite interestin’ and seems worthy of my time.”

A huff of laughter snorted its way out of Husk, glee lining his golden eyes as Angel stared into them. He couldn’t help but work his charm; If the old sucker fell for it then that was on him. 

“Say, why don’t we get out of here?” Husk offered, one of the corners of his lips ticking up in a smirk. Staring up at Angel with hooded eyes, mischief poorly concealed behind them, Angel knew he had the Overlord right where he wanted him. The way Husk leaned forward before speaking as if sharing a secret, told Angel everything he had to know. “Away from prying eyes. Somewhere it can be just the two of us.”

“I think… that’s a brilliant idea,” Angel paused deliberately, taking a second to think over his next words as if this had all been a spontaneous encounter. Taking a look around the large hall that they were currently in, Angel’s eyes landed on his father's and Arackniss’s, both of them watching him and Husk’s every movement. It hardly did anything to light Angel’s nerves on fire, instead turning back to stare into the warm glow of the Overlord turned bartended in front of him. “Too bad I don’t know any places nearby. I wouldn’t want to keep a pretty thing like you waitin’.”

“I’m sure I can figure out something for the two of us,” Husk shrugged off Angel’s feigned worries, his posture remaining confident as he stared up at Angel from where he leaned. “I do after all own the building we’re hosting this in.”

That piece of information had been something Angel missed. He wasn’t certain if he wasn’t listening close enough when he was being debriefed on the mission or if it had been something his whole family had missed. Regardless, Angel hadn’t a clue he was standing on enemy territory until a few seconds, nothing having given away since the building was located on what could be considered neutral turf. “Why don’t you leade the way then, Handsome?”

As Angel spoke to him, a challenging glimmer sparked to life in Husk’s eyes. Chancing a glance over Angel’s shoulders for a few seconds, locking onto something before they flicked back to Angel’s. Leaning up for a kiss, pulling Angel down slightly so he could reach Husk’s elevated height from where he was leaning across the bar counter. Husk made a show of licking his lips, savouring the taste of Angel on them. All Angel could think about was how he had just taken a dose of the poison that laced his lips, the reason he had avoided anything touching his lips all night.

“Shall we?” Husk offered Angel his hand as he rounded the bar once more, standing as tall as his short frame would allow. Angel placed one of the hands from his top set of arms in Husk’s, slowly raising himself from the stool. With the additional height of his heels, Angel stood at almost double Husk’s height, towering over him. That however did little to deter Husk as the shorter Overlord began leading the way through the large hall, weaving their way to one of the many exits. 

As Angel trailed behind them, his eyes locked onto Arackniss’s, giving his brother a clear nod as they passed by one another even if Angel was sure he had witnessed Husk planting a kiss on his lips. The job was done. Whatever happened after this wasn’t up to Angel. 

Husk had led him to a hidden door that blended with the hall's walls. He easily pressed a concealed pressure plate as two doors slid open, revealing an elevator. Holding the door open for Angel, Husk allowed Angel to walk in first before he stepped in moments later, the door shutting behind him. As soon as Angel was sure the two of them were alone, his hands were immediately on Husk’s, trying to smear his lipstick from the Overlord’s lips.

“You idiot,” Angel hissed. Husk stood stock still as Angel fretted over him, wiping his thumbs over his lips and trying to eliminate any of the remaining pinkish colour. His efforts didn’t matter too much as Husk had already tasted the lipstick, making that clear right after they had kissed. “Why would you kiss me? You knew the lipstick was poisoned.”

“To make sure your family got off your back,” Husk’s hands fumbled for Angel’s, putting a stop to his frantic attempts to clean his lips. Husk didn’t take into account Angel’s other set of arms or even the third set that were kept hidden most of the time. A new pair of hands were instantly on Husk’s face, attempting to do the same thing that the first pair had failed to do. “We had to make sure they saw you give me the poison so they couldn’t blame you for me not dying.” 

“You didn’t have to go lickin’ your lips to rub it in their faces though,” Angel almost shouted, panic seeping into his words. Husk stared up at him with a small smile on his face despite it all, only pushing Angel further on edge as he turned frantic. “Now you’ve consumed it. Quick, how many fingers am I holdin’ up?”

“Stop with that bullshit,” Husk had to drag another one of Angel’s hands away as he attempted to check his pulse to make sure it was still beating smoothly. Rolling his eyes at the low squeak that erupted from Angel as he was dragged around, being pulled out of the elevator doors once they opened as sat on a plush bed after they walked through a long hallway. “I’m the one who gave you that drugged lipstick, don’t you think I’d make sure I’m immune to it first?”

“Oh,” Angel came to a slow end, sitting on the edge of one of Husk’s beds, his two sets of arms being held by Husk, a soothing thumb running over the back of both of them. Angel guesses he should have thought of that. Husk hadn’t become an Overlord off of pure luck, even if that was his trademark. Though, now that the worry had fled from Angel’s being, a firey annoyance filled it instead as he glared at Husk. “Why’d you scare me then? You could’ve said somethin’ sooner so I didn’t freak out.”

“I’m sorry Legs,” Husk murmured, finally releasing Angel’s hands so he could use one of his own to cup the spider’s chin. His hand alone almost dwarfed Angel’s face, just like most things in comparison did–other than his height, of course. “Didn’t think you’d work yourself up so much over it. But since we’re up here… we might as well put this room to good use.”

A large grin split across Angel’s face as he wound a hand up Husk’s suit, tangling the Gambling Overlord’s tie within his fingers before tugging him forward, bringing their faces within inches of one another. “I like the sound of that Whiskers.”

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

A Few More Moments

Panting breaths fell from Jason's lips as he stood crouched on a fire escape. He hadn't been in Gotham long and already he was running into the Bats. Though none of them have noticed him in public, Tim never meeting him before he passed away and the fact he had grown quite since the incident, he has had some pretty close calls.

Like just then where he nearly ran into Nightwing. That would've been a disaster in itself even if Dick didn't recognise who he was, not that he could with his helmet on.

He couldn't be found just yet.

Read here on ao3 @fandom-free-bingo @eclipsingbingo

[avatarofseshat]

Meet My Friend

Gif by @nicolethered

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Words: 342

Summary: Jack introduces you to Ted. Minor spoiler for WBN.

A/N: It begins!! I was working on reader inserts before it even premiered and I’m not changing that. You want to ship Jack with Elsa, good for you. That’s not what I do. To the others, enjoy! Also, I'm going to attempt to no longer do uber long fics for anything - they get to overwhelming.

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“Just treat him like an old friend,” your boyfriend explains as he waves his hands to exaggerate his point “and call him by his name.”

“Okay,” you nod in agreement as you continue deeper into the forest. Ted was practically family to Jack and you were elated when he brought up wanting to introduce you to him after being together for nearly a year and had even revealed his own secret to you and he was beyond surprised when you didn’t run away.

After a little while longer you came upon a makeshift camp site and your eyes immediately fall upon a hulking figure perched upon a fallen log. He looked to be made up of the very plants that made up the forest.

“My friend!” Jack exclaims as he gestures with open arms and the creature, Ted, immediately turns towards the two of you as he raises to his full height. Jack notices you slight tense and he entwines his fingers with yours as he turns to you and kisses you on the forehead “don’t worry.”

You notice how Ted has been observing the two of you and responds with a curious grumble as he turns his attention to you. His piercing red eyes are a stark contrast to the dark green foliage which encompasses the rest of his body.

“Ted. This is Y/N,” he smiles as he introduces you, the love of his life, to his closest friend.

“Ted,” you greeted as a smile begun to form on your face “Jack tells me you like sushi?” Ted almost purrs with contentment as he nods his head. You try not to widen your gaze as he reaches a finger towards you and his rough bark-like hide comes in contact with your cheek. He turns towards the man standing beside you, your hands still entwined, and makes another purring like grumble.

“He likes you,” Jack explains and you can’t help the growing smile on your face as you take in his happy and carefree expression.

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Tagging @orlandoblumhouseofguccimane since I saw their post.

[buckysaster]

Siesta

pairing: jack russell x reader

summary: lazy afternoons, heart-warming meals, and sweet nothings.

tag/s: domestic fluff

word count: 910

a/n: i was listening to this music and i thought it would fit to write this drabble. also, i do apologize if there are any errors with the translations. thank you!!

Gold specks sparkling as they swim in the air, passing through between the gaps of your fingers.

The comforting warmth of the orange glow of the setting sun spills in the whole quaint bedroom. Hearing the gentle rustle of leaves blown by the bracing wind through the open windows. A small contented sigh escaped from your mouth, lowering your hand after you woke up.

How fortunate you are to spend your time like this at home with the man you love.

Shifting your head away, you turn your attention to Jack still curled up against you. Quiet snores that are featherlight as whispers can be heard, steady warm breaths brushing against your skin under the thin cotton sheets you two shared. His arms were wrapped around your shoulder, hugging your body while he had his leg draped on the top of your legs, securing you in one place.

Lazy afternoons like this were nothing new for the both of you. In fact, you hated taking naps as a kid wanting to go and play outside, but that changed as you grew up.

After eating a quick heartwarming meal that he always prepared with you. You followed Jack to your shared bed as he let himself plopped. You wanted to take a rest before cleaning up the mess on the yard. Relishing every moment as both of you quickly dozed off in the middle of the afternoon.

You carefully stretched out your hand between your bodies and reached up his face. He must be exhausted as he just recently transformed back to his human form.

You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his glorious beauty where the light highlights his olive skin. Slowly tracing every tiny crease on his face, the curve of his jaw, and lashes of his eyes. You never missed a detail before you dragged your fingers along the shell of his ear.

He began to stir at your touch, squeezing you closer to his body. You averted your eyes from your hand, seeing his lips pulled up to a lazy smile that made yours too.

"Did I wake you up?"

He shakes his head, eyes still shut.

"How's your nap?" you asked him, your hand curved around his cheek.

He didn’t muster any response, instead he nuzzled himself more in you as he placed his head on your shoulder that made you chuckle. “I guess I'm gonna take that as your answer.”

You gently pushed yourself a little as away from his chest to get a better look at him. "We should get off now. It's almost 4. I still have a lot to do."

"No, mi amor." he whispered in his deep, hoarse voice. "Ten more minutes. I'm going to help you.” He mumbled while rubbing soothing circles on your back which he knew you loved.

A short giggle comes out to you, “okay.”

For a moment, you lay your sight as you continued raking your nails along his salt-and-pepper hair. Watching him doze off again to sleep with his little pout.

"You look so adorable when you sleep," you begin.

He peeked at you with his one eye open, "are you trying to disturb me?"

You purse your lips as you suppress yourself to let out a laugh. “No.”

"No?" Jack quirks his lips, squinting at you. He sits himself upright and starts crawling towards you with a grin plastered on his face. You started to move yourself at the edge of the bed knowing by the way he is doing.

"Jack, don't you dare!"

Before you could have any chance to react, he pounced over you and pinned you down on the bed. His hands climbed up on your sides and poked a few times which made you squeal and wriggle as he started tickling you.

After a moment, his hands stayed on your waist while catching your breath.

"Pero me encanta la tuya, cariño." he said softly, locking to each other's loving gaze as he brushes the pad of his thumb on your cheek. The words escaped from his lips made you melt even more under the mattress. "Even when you snore." You lightly tap his arm in disbelief, filling the room with both of your laughs.

Jack cupped your face, bent down into yours in slow motion. Your arms snake around his neck, giving you a long, deepened kiss. Like a dream you wanted to embedded on your skin. A memory that you will never get tired of as you feel his lips sealed once again over yours. Filling your soul with complete adoration and contentment. All the warmth and tenderness of his touch, every movement, every thought, the words left unsaid. As the rhythms of your hearts sync as one. Both of you smiled into the kiss before he pulled away.

"How about a freshly brewed coffee?" Jack offered, removes himself on top of you as he helps you hoist up.

"That sounds great–" you nodded, grabbing his hand to get out of the bed– "With some buñuelos."

"Okay, whatever you want."

After preparing the coffee and snacks, you two sat facing the open window, overlooking the forest as the sun hid within, seeing the scattered twigs on the ground. You felt him plant a kiss on your forehead before you two had a sip of the fresh, aromatic drink. Like he always does. You can deal with that later on, but for now.

Nothing could be any better than this.

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translation:

pero me encanta la tuya, cariño. - but i love yours, darling.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I read like all your werewolf by night stuff and they were amazing. I need more jack Russell and just fell in love with him instantly. Okay enough with me rambling but if you dont mind can you write Jack with reader. And could be reader be thinking about #24 to Jack and think jack deserves better than them?

A/n: I’m very humbled that you like my werewolf by night stuff. I saw the lack of fics and decided to do something about it cuz that’s a crime to Jack Russell. So if anything I’m blessed with the ability to get to write for this character. He deserves it.🦦

Prompt list

Prompt 24- you deserve so much better then me.

‘He’s so beautiful it physically hurts.’ You thought to yourself as you looked down at Jack’s sleeping face, running your fingers through his hair as per your morning ritual, watching adoringly as his features were bathed in the soft golden glow of morning. You felt unworthy of a love as pure as Jack’s. You felt like a fraud, a fake, a deceiver of his trust even when you’ve kept his secret tightly to your chest as though it was your own.

You couldn’t pinpoint where these feelings came about but you were stuck with them either way and you had to deal with it. Never had you ever been given reason to doubt your relationship with Jack; He has been nothing less then kind, caring, attentive and overall the standard of what a romantic partner should be. You, on the other hand, only believed yourself to being selfish and taking advantage of the kindness given to you. Out of everyone Jack could’ve possibly chosen, he chose you and every day since then you’ve asked yourself why?

Why out of every possible suitor did his heart chose you? What made you special in comparison because each time you looked in a reflective surface of that a mirror or a river, you only saw boring, bland, you staring back. Your eyes didn’t hold stars within them, your smile didn’t beam brightly and you neither lighten up a whole room upon arrival nor made heads turn in your direction. You didn’t understand how Jack could look at you with unconditional love within his eyes and proudly hold your hand in his own without any ounce of shame of being seen with you. It didn’t make sense to you that someone like him could find you remotely attractive never less attractive.

Sensing that your hand had stopped stroking his hair, Jack opened a bleary eye, groaning softly, as he looked to see that your eyes were afar from reality as you were deeply lost in thought. Naturally he was less to believe something has been troubling you for awhile as he slept and he sat himself up against the headboard. “Y/n?” He said softly, knowing that by this time of day Ted was potentially making a mess out of your kitchen in an attempt of making you all tea. Another reasoning behind his choice in tone was that Jack didn’t want to alert his friend by raising his voice by raising his voice above a certain volume.Ted’s intentions towards many things were pure but due to his hulking mass of foliage and fungi, Ted was susceptible to causing accidental damage of his surroundings.

“Y/n.” Jack tired once again, this time making his voice loud enough to draw you back to the reality of your shared bedroom. “Nice to see that sleeping beauty has finally awakened.” You joked, going into press a kiss to his forehead only for him to move away, causing a twinge of pain in your chest. “Jack?” You asked, pulling away, rummaging through your head of what you had done in recent memory to earn that type of reaction. “What’s wrong?” You were worried that Jack had finally came to his sense and realised that you weren’t compatible with him and that he was going to admit in falling out of love with you. “I think I should be asking you that question,” Jack reached a hand to hold your cheek, stroking his thumb against the skin there almost reassuringly, “what’s wrong, you seem to be getting more and more lost in your thoughts nowadays. Let me help, you trust me right?”

“Of course I trust you Jack!” You cried, “I just…” your voice quietened gradually, “it’s…it’s stupid. Nothing worth you loosing sleep over.” Hurt by your hesitance to open up about your issues, Jack felt as though he wasn’t doing right by you as your partner in tackling your problems together and genuinely believed for the briefest of moments that you were falling out of love with him. “If it’s hurting you then it isn’t stupid, I’d rather lose all the sleep I could possibly get if it meant lifting the burden from your shoulders.” He says, resting his forehead against your own, closing his eyes, “when we entered a relationship together we agreed that whatever adversity we face, we face together. So let me fight by your side and rid you of your inner demons. For seeing you suffering in silence breaks my heart.” You brought your hands to hold his face, pushing your forehead against his own as you felt tears well behind your eyes.

“You deserve so much better then me Jack.” You finally admitted, not looking at him in fear of gauging his reaction, “I’m unworthy of being your friend never less your lover; Your soul is so full of light that I fear that one day I would only dampens it into extinction. I fear that one day you’d wake up and realise truth within my words and start looking elsewhere for someone who would look perfect right by your side, realise that in the end I wasn’t anything special.” Jack’s eyes seemed to shine with hurt and disbelief at your words that it only made you hate yourself even more if that was even possible. How could you dump your troubles onto the most genuine man you’ve been met, what gave you the privilege to do that to Jack? God you were so fucking selfish that you were borderline crying for reassurance that you didn’t fully deserve.

Jack didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. It felt wrong hearing such venom come from your mouth and aimed at yourself because to Jack every single word was absolutely false. The demons within your head was plaguing you and he couldn’t do anything about it. Jack knew it was near impossible for him to convey his every emotion through words, seeing as they’d only get him so far without gradually starting to sound repetitive and insincere. It frustrates him greatly that he didn’t take the signs he was seeing and piecing them together to see the full picture. How could he see so clearly yet after so blindsided.

“I don’t like it when you say things like that. To me,” Jack removed his hand from your cheek to lift your chin so that you were staring him in the eye, “you’re perfect. You truly don’t understand the extent of my feelings for you and I don’t think I do either as I find it difficult to even find the words to describe how you make me feel. In my eyes, you brighten up every room you’ve walked into, your eyes shine as though god plucked two of the brightest stars in the sky and placed them there. In my eyes, no one has a laugh as beautiful or as infectious as yours, no one has a heart as unique.” Jack placed a kiss to your cheeks, wiping away the tears there in the process as he smiled lovingly at you when he pulls away. “You wanna know why?” “Why?” You asked, desperate to know his innermost thoughts about you. However instead of words, Jack pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, pulling away just as you were about to reciprocate, “I love you so very much.”

Lost within your little moment, neither of you noticed Ted standing on the doorway of your room with two cutesy cups of tea within his significantly larger hands, not wanting to interrupt the scene before him but also not sure how to inform either of you that the tea was going to go cold.

[galactigoos]

What Happened Last Night Pt.2 - Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: You wake up feeling less content than you had falling asleep. Then Jack drops the bombshell of a lifetime on you. You don't take it well.

Warnings: fluff (savior it, this chapter is rough), learning you're a werewolf, mentions of an animal attack, a bit more info on reader, no ted :(, and hmm what am I forgetting? oh yeah. Angst. Like a lot. I’m so sorry for all of you that were just here for the fluff. I promise there will be more in the future.

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/N: I was trying to get this out by Halloween, then by Día de Muertos, but this chapter took about two hours longer than the last one because I needed it to be juuuust right. I hope I did it justice.

Cross-posted on AO3 as always

Part 1, Part 3

Part 2-

When you woke up, Jack had fallen asleep beside you. He sat crisscrossed, his head propped up on his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. He swayed a little, his unconscious body trying to maintain balance. It made you smile.

Ted was nowhere to be found, although you did find some clothes laid neatly beside you. Nothing fancy, simply some old, baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants, but it was definitely better than staying naked in the forest. You threw the shirt over your head and, with some difficulty, managed to shimmy the sweatpants on without agitating your broken ankle too much. You leaned back with a huff, which apparently was enough to wake Jack.

He startled slightly, his head slipping from his hands. As soon as he got his bearings, his focus snapped to you. He grinned widely.

“You’re awake!” You nodded, a little taken aback by his enthusiasm. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m alright,” you said slowly, still groggy and a little weirded out by how much attention was focused on you. When you were actively bleeding, that was one thing, but this man was looking at you like he had to commit every detail he saw to memory, as if you were going to suddenly disappear before him.

His smile fell slightly and he focused his gaze on the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I fell asleep. I wanted to watch over you and make sure you were alright but… I didn’t get much sleep last night.” Ok, so when you weren’t delirious with pain, this guy was super weird.

“That’s okay. I didn’t expect you to stay by my side at all times,” you shrugged. 

Jack murmured his assent.

“Where’s Ted?” you asked, more to make conversation than anything else.

“He’s probably just going for a walk. Or gathering firewood. Or doing something stupid that’ll mean I have to rescue him again.” Jack’s tone was light as he spoke of his friend.

“You,” you said, eyeing Jack up and down, “rescue Ted?”

Jack gave a single nod with a smirk.

“What’s brave enough to go after Ted?” you said, puffing out a snort of incredulity.

“Monster hunters,” Jack said frankly.

“Monster… hunters? As in multiple. Multiple monsters and multiple hunters?”

Jack nodded again. “Is that so crazy to believe? I mean how many times have aliens and superhumans and sentient robots destroyed New York City? Nowadays, fantasy turns into reality all the time.”

He had a point. But everyone knew about the aliens. You’d never heard or seen a credible source of monsters running around. Until Ted, that is. You were questioning this possible new development when Jack cleared his throat. 

He muttered “no hay razón de andarse por las ramas,” to himself, then turned to face you more squarely, his posture straighter than it had been in the meager time you had spent together.

“Speaking of monsters and hunters, what do you remember about last night?”

You really had no idea what had happened. You went to bed in your little one-story house, and woke up in the woods with half an ear and your ankle in pieces. You told Jack as much.

“Well, based on what Ted told me, you… transformed last night,” Jack said, never once breaking eye contact.

“What the fuck does that mean. Are you saying I, like, hulked out and what? Tore myself apart?” Jack’s serious expression broke into a little smile.

“‘Hulked out’ isn’t the terminology I would use, but more or less, yes. Y/n, I think- no I know- that last night, the moon came up and you-”

“I’m sorry are you trying to insinuate that I turned into a fucking werewolf? Seriously, Jack? Do you really think I’m going to believe that I went to bed as me, saw the moon, and turned into some… some beast? Do I look like fucking Lon Chaney to you?” Admittedly, you had begun to yell a little bit, but Jack seemed to have been expecting this. With a stupid smirk on his face he replied quietly, “Well, I mean you did get caught in a bear trap so The Wolf Man is probably the most apt analogy…”

You glared at him and he chuckled, albeit a bit nervously. You glared harder.

“But yes, y/n, I was trying to tell you that Ted didn’t bring you into our camp this morning. Ted brought a werewolf. When the sun came up, you turned back into you.”

He had to be messing with you. This was all some fucked up joke. He probably was some deranged lunatic who kidnapped you and hurt you to fit whatever fantasy you were fulfilling.

“But, don’t freak out, okay? It’s not so bad. I manage pretty well most months,” Jack was obviously trying to comfort you, but the more he talked the worse you felt.

“Oh, so you’re a werewolf now too?” you said tacking a humorless laugh on the end of your statement.

“Well, I’m me. But, yes, a part of me is a wolf,” Jack said, his tone a little less sure as he spoke of the difference between himself and the wolf.

“You're insane.”

“Y/n, I know you can feel it. You feel the ache in your bones from twisting into something else last night. Everything is brighter and louder. You can hear my heartbeat if you listen for it. No normal human can do that,” he was pleading with you to understand now.

And you knew he was right. From the moment you woke up this morning, you’ve been disoriented. Not just because of the unfamiliar location, but the intensity of it all. The way the smell of your own blood had threatened to drown you, the noise of the fire, hell, even the coffee tasted richer. Everything is so much more than it used to be. And it was freaking you out.

Not to mention the fact that you had gotten attacked by… that thing in the woods a month ago. You had been biking home from a later shift at the pub you worked at. It wasn’t too far of a trip from the little secluded cottage you called your own. But it was dark and it was raining, so you didn’t even notice the creature growling by the trees until it pounced on you, knocking you off your bike. It hadn’t had time to do much damage before grizzled old Mr. Kessler had intervened. His truck’s horn and lights had scared it off, and he gave you a ride back to your house. You had been fine to go to work the next day, simply wrapping up the bite mark on your arm.

Honestly, you hadn’t thought much of it. You lived in a farming town, and wildlife was not unfamiliar to you. You had just started carrying bear mace and continued with life as usual. The wound didn’t even get infected. It just went away on its own after a week or two.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I know this is confusing and it’s going to make everything more complicated. But I can help you. Ted and I can stick around for a while, we can figure out what this means for you together,” Jack reached to put a comforting hand on your arm. The arm that had been bitten. The arm that he had probably bitten.

You yanked your arm away from him. You didn’t care how hurt he looked. You were angry. And scared. And you let that cloud your judgment. You let that anger and fear lead you to conclusions you had no basis for, let it push you to lash out like the cornered animal you now were.

“Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t want someone like you even near me. You may have turned me into this, but I won’t be like you. I won’t be some sick freak that kidnaps girls to patch them up after you maul them. I won’t be like you,” you snarled, ignoring the way Jack’s eyes widened, the desperate devastation dawning on his face as you spoke.

“Y/n, no. I didn’t-” you ignored his pleas, instead resolving yourself to getting the fuck away from him. You awkwardly clambered to your feet, the rage you felt numbing you to the pain of your ankle.

“No, no, no, no, no. Y/n, you shouldn’t be walking on that, you’re going to hurt yourself. Just, let me help you-”

“No! Jack, you are not some type of good samaritan savior. You don’t get to help me, or anyone. You’re just some… beast. A fucking animal. A monster,” you spat. You began to walk away, and you knew Jack was about to call out to you. Maybe you heard his mouth open with your newly heightened hearing. Maybe you just needed to get one last dig in. So as you walked away from Jack Russell, you snarled your last words to the man.

“And you deserve to be hunted like one.”

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I'm sorry. But I needed some drama. And I mean are you seriously going to tell me you wouldn't be a little bit weirded out by Jack? He's very intense and then he just gives you some life altering news and insists on being apart of this transition. We, as viewers and readers who know Jack, know he means well, but our poor reader character does not have that same context.

Also I've set up a dangerous prescient of having at least one werewolf movie reference in these parts and idk if I can keep that up. Brownie points to you if you can sus out my obscure werewolf homages.

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[abirdie]

Another short Thing! An unexpectedly main series Thing, too.

[demigoddessqueens]

hi can i request something super sweet and fluffy with Jack Russell in his werewolf form? Maybe he’s somewhat conscious or recognizes the reader?

Awww! Sure thing!

You had waited to see him after things had died down. Elsa had taken charge after the fallout in the dungeons, and you stood by her through it all.

Walking along the wooded path, you listened to the birds that sung. It was unusually quiet until now.

A snap of a twig. Rustling bushes and quick footsteps told you he was close. What form he would be in though, you didn’t know yet.

In a quick flash of fur, Jack crossed in front of you. Only it wasn’t the fierce some sight from when he saved you that night, but an elated expression that perked up at your arrival.

“Hey you! Wanted to see how—!”

You were caught mid-sentence as the werewolf toppled into you, happily nuzzling your face and nose. Laughing past the fur, you tried to sit up as Jack kept with his affections.

“Ok, ok! Jack! Please! I know, I missed you too.”

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

I know it is my wont to see sapphics everywhere, but i kinda get ex-gf/old crush vibes from Hana towards Suvi

like, they almost had a thing but their lives split into such different directions that it couldn’t be