#werewolf by night fanfiction

[heartofwritiing]

jack russell unable to control himself from smelling you

idc how or why just pls make it happen

Your scent

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack?” you say.

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

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

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

“It’s lavender,”

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

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

“Is it honey?”

“mhm, and oat.” you tell him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[itsapeterthing]

Dating Jack Russell would include...

Jack Russell Dating Headcanons

author’s note: some headcanons because werewolf by night was too short and i just have a lot of feelings about our new favorite werewolf...

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i think jack’s favorite thing to do would be to lay his head in your lap

your hand would naturally find its way to his forehead, brushing his hair back and having your thumb graze his skin as it does

and the two of you would talk about your day, but as it got later and you grew tired, the both of you would just start cracking cheesy jokes in your sleepy daze

and you, but especially him, would just fill the room with your laughter and tears in your eyes even though the joke definitely wasn't even that funny, but the person you loved and your exhaustion made it that way

wow just looking down at him in your lap as he's gasping for air, finding a story he’s recounting to you from years ago just so hilarious

while we’re on the topic, i think he would love to sit on the floor between your legs when you sat on a sofa or in an armchair watching a movie on the television or projector

he would rest his head against the inside of your thigh, while your hands rested on his shoulders

and every so often he would take your hand in his, place a kiss against your skin and mumble a pet name for you while his eyes remained trained on the film playing in front of you

meanwhile your heart is melting

i think at times he would be very high energy- especially if he was nervous or stressed- and you would catch him pacing back and forth around the room as he talks to himself

and you would have to go up to him, take his face in your hands, hold eye contact and remind him that everything would be okay

he's a romantic, but not because he’s trying to be suave and impress you, but just because he cares about you so much

he wouldn’t bring home things like flowers or chocolates, but trinkets

meaning he would come home one day, saying he has something for you and then pull out one of those tiny little turtle knickknacks with the bobbing head, presenting it to you in the palm of his hand proudly

“do you like it?”

and even though you don’t even know what could have possibly made him think of you when he saw those things, the excited smile on his face when he shows you makes them priceless

you would be in one room doing work or reading or crafting- whatever- and jack would walk past it and pause, realizing that he saw you out of the corner of his eye

so he would step backwards, and wave to you to catch your attention and when he caught it, he would blow a kiss to you

you would smile and blow a kiss back to him and only then would he leave (with a satisfied smile on his face after the wordless exchange)

he would be the first to say i love you

it was on accident- it had slipped out before he had even realized what he was doing- but you said it back without even a second thought

it was the first time in his life that he ever felt like everything had just peacefully settled in place

after a full moon, you would be the first person to show up to the space he kept himself

“sleep well?” you would joke

“hmph”

your fights were few and far between

when you did fight, it was usually just scuffles about where dishes should go

though both of you were very passionate so you weren’t spared arguments about things like him worrying about your safety or you trying to stop him from getting himself killed saving one of his friends every other night

but you both new it was only because you cared so they would settle themselves fast

“why is there hair everywhere?”

“sorry”

someone would ask you if you were a dog or a cat person and you said cat

“so that’s how you feel?”

despite how I think that jack could easily be the little spoon, I think when it comes to being in bed together he would definitely be the big spoon

knowing how much evil there is in the world and witnessing it first hand, he finds peace in not only being able to hold onto the one he loves every night, but also that even in his sleep he can be a protective barrier between you and the world

say you got injured- whether it was from cooking or going out and fighting yourself- jack would fret over you like nobody’s business

if it was a wound that needed heeling, he would prop you up on the counter, clean and wrap it for you

but your favorite part was when he'd meet your eyes before leaning down and pressing a light kiss against the bandage

“now it’s all better.”

“i don’t know, jack. i think it’s gonna scar.”

and he'd kiss it again before reaching up and kissing your cheek

“then i'll love it too.”

sometimes he would need to be reminded of how human he was and that he wasn’t just the monster inside of him

he would come home after transforming, and find you sitting asleep on the sofa, no doubt having grown exhausted while waiting up for him

and he would carefully tread across the room to you, careful not to wake you up as he sat beside you

he thought that you looked so peaceful in your sleep and would raise his hand to your face, it trembling as he feared what he did the night before

but when his palm met your soft cheek, he would press his forehead against yours and sigh, as he proved to himself that he could be gentle, loving- and most importantly- human

[nackrosor]

"A Tent for Two"

Pairing: Jack Russell x fem!Reader

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

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

Word count: 5,7k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh no, please-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, sure. Go on."

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

Jack clears his throat and you turn his way.

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

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

"Don't mention it."

"Are you going to be OK without it?"

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

"Are you sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

"Better?"

"Better."

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

"What is it?"

"Uhm?"

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

"Have I got something on my face?"

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

"Oh? Do you like it?"

"Very much."

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

"Does it mean anything?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?"

"N-nothing."

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

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

"My scent?"

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

"Oh?"

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

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

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

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

"Is it?"

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

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

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

"Too sweet."

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

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

Your confusion only grows hearing his nonsensical question.

"W-What do you mean?"

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

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

"Jack, what-"

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

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

"It's fine Jack, really-"

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

"Jack, relax."

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

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

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

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

"Jack?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stumbles forward, a confused look on his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aren't you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jack?"

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

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

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

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

"I can help you with that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that a yes?"

You pull back a little, eyes locking in his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~

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

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April Prompt Session (CLOSED)

Hello, my Lovelies!

So sorry for not making a prompt session sooner, but I wanted to get back to it and do another session! These are a lot of fun to write and make my day, so here we go!

This Prompt Session Theme is:

Words of Affirmation

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1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

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Prompt List created by @creativepromptsforwriting

"You are so special to me."

"We are so lucky to have you."

"Did I tell you I love you today already?"

"You always know how to make me laugh."

"I just want you to know how proud I am of you."

"Wow! You look amazing!"

"I appreciate you so much."

"You are being so good to me."

"I'm so impressed with you."

"Thank you for everything you do for me."

"You make me so happy."

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"You are doing such a good job at this."

"No one makes me as happy as you do."

"I trust you with all of my heart."

"You are literally the best."

"I really enjoy spending time with you."

"Thank you for always listening to me."

"I really value your opinion."

"You have so much talent."

"I'm so happy to have you by my side."

"You're the kindest person I know."

"That was so thoughtful of you, I appreciate it."

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[darlingdekarios]

just a little bite.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 1,857 content: Jack Russell x f!reader, established relationship, smut [receiving fingering, unprotected p in v], kink(s) [biting, marking, breeding]

there's something Jack has wanted, and you convince him to finally give in.

“I do not know, amor…” he breathed against the sensitive area where your neck and shoulder meet, his lips brushing against the skin there as he spoke. Unable to help himself he ran his tongue along the area toward your neck before lightly dragging his teeth back down, stopping himself before he went too far – like he had done so many times now. He was old enough to have control of himself, the hundreds of years shaping him into a patient man – and yet still not in-control enough to trust his instincts around you. “What if I hurt you?”

The quiet whine to his tone brought a little smile to your lips, a shaking breath slipping from your lips as you felt his tongue and teeth lavish your skin. It was often he explored areas of your body this way – his tongue followed by the slow, barely-there drag of his teeth. Often the movements were focused on your thighs and neck, but the area he seemed fixated on today was one of your favorites, a fact he was well aware of. When you found your response your words had a subtle shake to them, his affection always pushing you to the brink before he’d even undressed you.

“I don’t think you will, baby,” you cooed, turning your head to press a gentle kiss to his temple. You raised a hand to rest on the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his hair and scratching your nails against his scalp in the way that always made him putty in your hands. “Besides, it’s supposed to hurt a little.”

A soft laugh fell from his lips and into your skin, a soft kiss placed delicately repeatedly as he pondered your words. Turning his head he trailed gentle kisses up your neck, inhaling the familiar mixture of your scent and his mingling to ground himself further. Even after all this time with you, and the security you’d established between the two of you, and the fact you always smelled somewhat like him these days, too – Jack Russell still worried he’d lose control and lose you forever. This was precisely the reason why no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how loudly his instincts screamed for him to do so, he would not give into his deepest desire to sink his teeth into you for fear of something inside him snapping.

But it was getting harder as time went on, and he was testing the strength of the thread that held him together more often by running his teeth along your skin, by savoring how you tasted with a swipe of his tongue. Trailing his kisses to your jaw and to your forehead he leaned back on his knees in the bed, taking in how beautiful you looked with your cheeks flushed with arousal for him. Finely tuned senses allowed him to cherish the quickened pace to your heart, as his eyes met yours, his head moving in a firm – still uncertain – nod.

“Just a little bite, amor…just one and I will have it out of my mind,” he promised, though whether the reassurance was meant for you or himself was uncertain. You couldn’t withhold the smile that spread across your face as you nodded, your movements far more relaxed and tranquil, your eyes holding no concern. His heart tightened at your expression, knowing you trusted him with your entire life gave him some level of reassurance he often couldn’t provide himself with. “But I want to be inside you when I do it…want to be connected to you.”

He moved to sit rested against the headboard then, using a firm grasp on your waist to pull you onto his waist carefully. Both of you in your underwear alone there was very little fabric separating your hot core from him, the wetness already pooling between your legs seeping through the thin fabric. It was second nature now to rock your hips against his, a quiet moan swallowed from your lips swallowed by him as he crashed his lips back to yours. Desperate and starved as it was, there was also a deep passion to the kiss; something so deeply lovely as you sought to impart to one another how much the other meant to you.

His hands reached to gently massage your breasts first, eager as he was, he would never take advantage of the intimacy you offered him by hurrying it along to reach the finale faster. Warm thumbs brushed over already hardened nipples lightly before he claimed the buds in between his fingers, rolling them carefully to pull another moan from you. His tongue slipped between your lips the moment it could, a groan of his own rumbling in his chest as you rocked your hips against his again.

Giving you a chance to breathe he released you from the kiss, immediately lowering his head to run his tongue across one of your peaked nipples lightly before taking as much of your breast as he could into his mouth, sucking on the flesh as he pressed his growing erection into your core. As he sucked his tongue swirled again, another groan sounding in his chest as you ground down against him pointedly – it could be a conversation for another time about why your tit in his mouth made him throb.

Alternating his attention to your other breast he slipped a hand downward, opting to simply push the soaked fabric of your underwear to the side so he could run his fingers through your folds. Removing his mouth from your chest he turned his gaze downward to watch his fingers disappear up into you, his fingers slipping into your wet heat with ease thanks to how wet you were.

“Dios mío…all this for me, amor…” he murmured, leaning to connect his lips to yours again as he began to pump his fingers into you. His free hand disconnected from your waist to work his underwear down his thighs to free his straining cock. When he was content with the work his fingers had done, he removed his hand from your core, using the juices of your arousal on his hand to slicken his cock with a brief pump.

Lining himself up at your entrance he moaned when you began to lower yourself onto him, your hot, tight channel accepting inch by inch of him perfectly as a gasp fell from your lips. Gripping your waist again he held you steady, guiding you down on his cock slowly as quiet praises fell from his lips in Spanish. When he was completely sheathed he stilled, allowing you a moment to adjust to him again and steady yourself with hands against his chest.

When you began to ride him, working yourself up and down on his cock he released a pleasured sound of his own, his hands gripping you tight enough to potentially break skin with his nails. His lips found yours again, slotting against yours in a desperate kiss which you greedily returned, movements intentional but already picking up pace in desperation. A deep rumbling growl sounded in his chest, the animalistic sound only causing you to grind down against him particularly slow, enjoying the somewhat feral way Jack responded to you.

Eventually his hips began to thrust upward to meet your movements, grunts leaving his mouth in time with each hammering of his cock against your cervix, matching the high-pitched moans that left your mouth for him. He rolled suddenly, keeping his cock inside you as he went. One he pinned you on your back and you’d situated your legs around his waist he began to pump into you again, one of his hands grasping one of yours and lifting it above your head as he kissed you breathless again.

He fucked into you with the utmost reverence, his passionate kisses and sweet words only adding to the burn that was building deep in your stomach, your release approaching with the signal of your shaking thighs. He halted the kiss he’d initiated then, leaning his sweat-slickened forehead against yours as he slowed his thrusts slightly, dragging his hips against yours infuriatingly slow to dangle you over the edge. His voice was a tone you savored, every word rumbling through his chest with a quiet growl as he spoke.

“If you are still sure, amor…” he began, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I will take my one bite as you cum for me.”

You could only nod, lost in the colors of his eyes as you raised your hips to his, desperate for his movements to return. With a deep breath he began to move his kisses down your neck again, mapping his way to a spot he’d actually picked long ago. When his lips found the desired spot, one he’d already gifted with kisses moments before, he first ran his tongue over the spot, choosing that moment to begin his perfect thrusts into you again.

As he built you close to the edge again, focusing his thrusts to rub the head of his cock against the spongey, sensitive patch within you, his mouth played delicate attention to his chosen spot. Soon enough he had your thighs shaking again, quiet words of encouragement spilling through his lips in between kisses and licks and tiny, experimental nibbles. Overwhelmed by physical and mental bliss you could only signify the oncoming of your finish by giving his hand a squeeze, your walls beginning to tighten around him. With a nod he began to bite down into the spot, that deep, rumbling groan sounding in his chest again.

As your orgasm rushed through you and your walls squeezed him impossibly tighter his teeth sank further, his own release washing over him as he spilled his seed into you – something he’d no doubt apologize for after, despite how it made you moan louder. Squeezing his hand tighter and quietly whispering his name he tasted the lightest familiar metallic taste in his mouth. Realizing this was his cue to stop he immediately did, his only thought your continued bliss as he ran his tongue over the bite gently.

As you came down from your shared bliss, he pressed the gentlest of kisses to the bruising bite mark, his eyes happily fixated on his mark against your skin. When he opted to withdraw his cock from you, he kept his arms around you, rolling only to his side and maintaining his closeness to you. He pressed a sheepish kiss to your lips, enjoying the way you curled closer to him as he brought a blanket over the two of you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before lowering his head once again, pressing another gentle kiss to the mark he’d left before claiming your lips again briefly. When he spoke, his voice was free of the earlier anxiety it had carried, his intrusive thoughts satiated and silenced, if only for a moment.

“Muchas gracias, hermosa…” he thanked you quietly before burying his face in your hair, entangling your legs together as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Luminescence

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

Word Count: 1300 words

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

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

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

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Jack Russell Masterlist

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

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

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

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

“I’ll make sure it is.”

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

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

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

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

Utter and overwhelming lust. 

And you knew he could feel it too. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack…my love.” 

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

“I need more…So much more.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Give me your pup, baby.” 

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

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

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

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

Your lover, your life, your light. 

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[lilpunkrock]

Teach Me

Status: Drabble

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

Find my other Jack Russell works here and here.

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

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

. . .

“¿Cómo estás?”

“Estoy bien, gracias.” 

“¡Muy bien, mi amor!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

Translations:

“¿Cómo estás?” — "How are you?"

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

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

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

"¿Estoy perdida?" — "I'm lost?"

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

"Dios mío." — "My God/my goodness"

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

"Mi amor" — "My love"

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

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

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

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

"Vámonos." — "Let's go."

. . .

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[lisseim]

I don’t know if anyone’s doing WIP wednesday this week, but...

“Is it weird that I’m disappointed?” Jack asked, staring at their host from across the sun room while nibbling on an eclair.

The old man had finally made his appearance at Saturday's tea party, after nearly two days of conspicuous absence.

“What do you mean?” Elsa looked at Jack and couldn’t help but smile. The last vestiges of sunlight illuminated his features as he furrowed his brow in concentration, tilting his head slightly to the side as if he were studying the scene in front of him.

“People have been talking about him all weekend,” He said. “I guess I thought there would be more to him than–”

“Then just a boring old rich guy?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Jack frowned as he looked down at the Eclair in his hand. “I think there’s chocolate in this. Do you want it?”

[prolix-yuy]

Writers’ Iron Chef #11: Staying the Night

[PROMPT] “I’ll be here the whole night, okay?”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Jack Russell, Werewolf by Night x F!Reader

Rating: M, allusions to sexual acts, descriptions of male and female (and monster!) bodies, allusions to monsterfucking but we cut to black (sorry babes I ran out of time).

Summary: "Has this ever worked before?" "Once."

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 11.

In honor of the Spooky Season, and because I had a fun time watching Werewolf by Night, I'm bringing a new boy into the mix this time. I just want to write some fun werewolf shenanigans with Gael García Bernal. Don't worry Pedro, you're always first in my heart.

Did I walk right up to the monsterfucking door and knock but then run out of time to finish the prompt? Yes, yes I did. But I had a lot of fun doing the walking. Enjoy!

The story concludes in Mistake.

His eyes are human, surprisingly. Popular media had you convinced he’d be something much less than a man, something hungry and lupine. There are aspects - the claws, the fangs, the wiry hair covering his body. But his eyes are the same that stared down at you when he pleaded for you to go.

“The wolf doesn’t care who you are,” he said, hands tight around your shoulders. “He eats and he runs and anything that gets in his way is fair game. This is not something you can reason with.”

Jack soothed his bruising grip with gentler strokes, and you couldn’t dismiss the pain on his face as an overreaction. You knew what you were asking. 

“What can he remember, then? If not faces and names, how can I communicate with him? He can’t just be a monster, thinking and unfeeling, Jack, we both know that.” The way his face fell at the word that haunts him - monster, through no fault of his own - made you cup his face in your hands. Your eyes traced the lines and smudges of his ancestral markings, fingers stroking along his jaw.

“If he’s a wolf, he should behave like one. And most great beasts hunt by smell,” you offered. Jack’s face lightened with clarity, eyes flitting over your shoulder as he contemplated this bit of information.

“If I scent you, he might…recognize you,” he concluded, a smile gracing your face. “It’s still too dangerous,” Jack insisted, but you were already shrugging off your jacket and baring your pulse points.

“One day this will happen out of your control, and I would like to be prepared in whatever way I can,” you said, Jack’s eyes softening with a mix of understanding and despair. “Please, Jack. It can’t hurt to try.”

Jack had pressed his face into your neck before, inhaling deeply after your first kiss. He told you later, wrapped in blankets and sated, that your scent speaks more words than your mouth ever can. You could be encased in stone in a crowd of thousands and it would still bring him straight to you. It’s unique, ever-evolving, and the first thing he fell in love with.

This was something different. There was a need in the way Jack gripped your wrists, pressing his pert nose to your pulse and inhaling deeply. It spiked arousal in your hips, the intimacy of his mouthing at your delicate skin.

“It still may not be enough. You'll have to look him in the eye, show him you know him, you know me,” he growled, low and quiet, as your heartbeat hammered in your chest. His nose trailed up your arm, lips leaving searing kisses along your skin. By the time he was nosing behind your ear you had pressed flush to him, arm winding around his waist and fisting into his jacket. Puffs of breath warm your skin, each deep inhale followed by a rattling exhale. When his tongue laved a wet path along your neck your knees almost gave out.

“Lover, your scent is strongest here,” he whispered, one lithe hand cupping your sex. The electric slide of his palm pulled a whine from your mouth, a pleading yes, that dropped you on your back with Jack’s face between your legs. As he scented and mouthed at the cradle of your arousal, you thought his fervor might be reminiscent of the wolf.

The lovemaking that followed was slow, careful, sensual and deep, like every time Jack takes you apart. He likes it that way, wants the wolf to be far from your soft body. Sometimes, you wish he would allow a small part of him in. 

When the moon fills next, you watch him pace the locked room, eyes sharp and fearful. 

“This is not a good idea. You should leave. This won’t work, please leave,” he pleads, even though the lengths of chain manacling his wrists and neck keep him several paces from you. You steel your jaw, resolute.

“I’ll be here the whole night, okay?”

Jack shakes his head, rolling his shoulders with a hiss as the transformation begins. 

“The whole time. You aren’t shouldering this alone anymore.”

Pain wracks his face, body folding to kneel on the ground. His breath comes out in short bursts, panting against the change overcoming him.

“I love you, Jack Russell, and I will love the beast you harbor.”

The howl that rips from Jack’s throat raises goosebumps all over. Watching in morbid fascination, Jack’s lean body snaps and cracks as hands become claws, his chest barrels out and hair blankets his body. His face, however, remains. You worried that he would be unrecognizable, but once the transformation ends he truly is a wolf-man. The rattle of the chains snap you back to your predicament.

“Jack, it’s me,” you say, loud and clear, as the wolf watches you with interest. He stalks to the end of his lead with a snap, snarling and spitting as you circle him. “Breathe, Jack. You said you’d know my scent anywhere. Breathe. Know I’m here.”

The wolf seems to pay you some mind, following your path while huffing and watching you. After circling the room once you take a step closer. The wolf doesn’t move, only watches your slow approach.

“Jack, I don’t want to rush it, but it might have worked,” you say, still two good paces away but closer than you ever thought you would get. Relief bleeds into your bones. This could work.

Metal shrieks as the wolf yanks hard against his restraints, and with molasses-slow observation you witness the chain failing, zipping through the manacles and collar as the wolf pulls free. Your reflexes catch up, spinning you around and into a dead sprint, but you’re against a creature with supernatural abilities. He’s on you before you can get three paces.

The slam of your back against the floor knocks the wind out of you, tears springing to your eyes. 

“Jack, please,” you gasp, eyes shut and body shaking underneath the weight of the wolf’s bulk. When jaws don’t snap around your skull you hazard a look.

His eyes are human, not yellow or red as rubies, raking over your face. The press of his claws against your chest keeps you beneath him, hips forcing your legs apart. You lie still, waiting for some sign that he knows who you are. 

A hot breath, a dip of his head to stroke his nose across your cheek. You almost start crying again, this time in relief.

“Oh Jack, Jack you’re there,” you gasp, hands coming up to hold the wolf’s face so gently. He nuzzles into your touch, coarse hair slipping through your fingers. You bask in it for a moment longer, waiting for him to release you. 

When you meet the wolf’s eyes again you see something you didn’t expect, that never crossed Jack’s mind to anticipate. 

The wolf has your scent, laced through with arousal and carnality. Blood rushes to your face when his hips grind into yours, a hard length pressing against your apex. He’s larger than Jack, almost impossibly so, hefty and throbbing against you. The claw on your chest moves to cover your breast, squeezing gentler than you thought possible for something so menacing.

“Oh…oh shit,” you whisper, the wolf’s snarl almost becoming a smirk.

You were his mate after all. And you would be there all night.

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[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.

[bluemoonperegrine]

You shouldn't have. Really.

The worst gifts Jack Russell has received over the years, all from Lissa unless otherwise indicated

several three wolf moon T-shirts

a silver necklace*

a winter hat made of faux fur that looks like a cute wolf's head

a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle featuring Dracula posing dramatically in front of his castle

Romanian for Dummies

a glow-in-the-dark wall clock that shows the phase of the moon

wolfsbane**

*a thank you gift from a sweet old lady who didn't know Jack is a werewolf

**actually bluebells, which look similar to wolfsbane

[heartofwritiing]

Hiya I saw your Jack requests were open and all I’ve been thinking about is Jack keeping you warm while in the cold forest (werewolf or not)

Warmth

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

summary:

a/n: I absolutely LOVE this idea, and I love the idea of him being cuddly trying to get you warmed up with his body heat! hope you like it anon!

warnings: fluuff, takes place at the end of wbn and unedited!

Birds chirped happily as the sun was just coming up over the treeline. You sat on an old tree trunk as the last embers of the fire were dying out. Ted sat next to you playing a game of solitaire with cards laid out on the dirt in front of him, they were bigger than your hand.

When you woke before you were laid next to the fire, Ted grunted happily at noticing your movement. You greeted him good morning and sat up feeling your bones crack, sleeping on a hard forest floor was not ideal for your body.

Ted had passed you a cup of coffee which you greatly accepted and now here you were watching for Jack to wake up under the teepee made of sticks.

Flashes of last night flowed through your mind, you remember arriving at Bloodstone manner with Jack last night, the only reason you both were there was to rescue Ted again. You did successfully with the help of Elsa then everything pretty much went to hell after Jack tried to pick up the Bloodstone and the three of you were imprisoned in a cage. After Jack had transformed and pretty much went on a whole rampage you and Ted left Elsa to go find Jack. Finding him was the hard part but once you did he had already been tired out at that point and fell asleep, so here you all were know.

A groan coming from the teepee broke you out of your thoughts and made you look for the source. Jack was waking up, crawling out from his makeshift tent, and coming to sit beside you. Ted lifted another mug of coffee up to Jack which he thanked him for. Jack wrapped his cloak tightly around his shoulders and took a sip of his cup and hummed.

"How are you feeling then?" you asked your boyfriend, who scooted closer to you.

"I'll be fine, I always am," he replies.

The record softly playing 'over the rainbow' scratches when it finishes Ted reaches over to lift the needle and start's the song over as it plays over the air again you shiver at the sudden gust of wind blowing past you.

"amour are you cold?" Jack asks.

You nod shivering slightly. "Just a little."

"Well come closer to me then," he gestures for you to move over so you do until both your shoulders are touching. Jack smiles amused he places his mug down beside his foot and begins unwrapping his cloak and putting one side over your back and shoulder to pull you closer to him.

He gasps when he feels how cold your hands are when he laces your fingers together. "Oh, Mi Vida you are freezing." He quickly takes his hand to rub against your arm to warm you up faster, you already feel so warm by his actions. You weren't sure if it was because of the close proximity of you both or if his wolf side had anything to do with him being so warm all the time.

"There see, you already feel better?" he asks.

You nod burying your face into his neck and your body ignites when you feel his lips press against your forehead. Ted grunts beside you both but you're not sure what he's saying, Jack was the only one who understood him, whether that had to do with them being monsters you didn't know but you never really questioned it.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one that always comes to your rescue," Jack argues at the creature.

Ted does some more grunting, it sounds like arguing back.

"Whatever," Jack waves him off.

They then get into a discussion about food while you sit beside Jack listening to half of their conversation. Another blow of the wind rushes past you causing you to shiver once more, you press yourself closer to Jack, you don't see it but he's beaming at how near you want to be to him. Most people never wanted to get attached to him once they found out who he really was, but you didn't care about him being a monster. You didn't believe he was either.

For a while, the three of you sat drinking your coffee as the sun was starting to rise more and more in the sky and you didn't need to huddle up for warmth for much longer. When you tried to pull away from Jack, he frowned and asked you where you were going.

"I'm all warmed up now," you say with the other half of the cloak falling off your shoulder.

"No, I don't want you to catch a cold," he protests. He motions for you to slide back beside him. You raise your eyebrows at Jack.

"I'll be fine, the sun's coming up," you gesture towards the sky.

He scoffs and drops his head in defeat still holding out his arm.

"I like when you're close to me," he confesses suddenly. "I find it very comforting."

Heat creeps up your cheeks and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sudden confession. You and jack had been together for a while after running into each other one night on a full moon, you had helped him, and ever since then you just stuck together. It wasn't long after you grew feelings for each other and made it known, so it wasn't hard for Jack to make you flustered with his charm or smile.

You sigh with a smile on your lips letting him pull you against him again. "Just for a little while longer." you close your eyes resting your head on his shoulder as he lays his head on top of yours.

You hear Ted let out one little sigh, almost as if he's saying 'awe' at the pair of you. Jack tells him to hush which earns a deep laugh from the gentle giant.

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[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.

[grabyoursaintsandpray]

Want to read an Elsa/Jack drabble?

Considering this is only relevant to a handful of my followers, I've thrown it and some backstory behind the cut.

Well first to explain, I've been ridiculously ill all week, some kind of flu/chest infection I'm not sure, all I know is it's wiped me out and I've been getting home from work and going straight to bed every day. I hadn't written anything in days and I think I made like one gifset this week because looking at the screen so intently hurt my eyes. So this was a pleasant surprise possible fever dream

It's like 900 words, not quite crack but possibly crack adjacent, completely unedited because I wrote it on my notes app which has no spell check or anything and why was me being ill relevant to the story? Well because my brain is mostly mush at this point, my temperature has been 39c (Standard is 36-37) so I'm just warning you that this isn't necessarily good and also probably expect errors.

But I thought I'd share (though it's not ao3 worthy) because I haven't written anything for WBN since January, honestly I was a little worried that maybe I'd lost the ability but no turns out I just need to run such a high temp that it melts the writers block right out of my brain.

Hopefully this is the kickstarter to being able to crank out an actual story at some point but for now I'm going to go back to huddling up on the sofa in my Gengar Oodie.

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Elsa was not one for sitting idly, much preferring to have some kind of mission, some kind of goal in mind.

Maybe that's due to the life she's led, constantly on the move, never staying in one place too long. It comes with the monster hunting territory she supposes.

It's different now, life is different now. She has a home, somewhere real and permanent that she can return to. She also has more of a purpose, the Bloodstone that is currently conspicuously absent from around her neck seeing to that.

She slides her eyes over to the man beside her, who is practically buzzing with glee because there's one last difference, a big one and his name is Jack.

If there was one thing that had completely turned her life upside down, it was him.

Not that she minds of course, most of the time anyway. In fact normally she's eternally grateful for him quite literally stumbling into her path and changing the direction she had been heading in.

Today though, well today she was not grateful because in all his questionable wisdom, Jack had decided that she was due for some R and R.

Yeah, in theory? Sounded great. Maybe they take a weekend off from monster hunting, rent a little place somewhere the two of them can be alone and reconnect with each other.

Unfortunately, she wasn't being whisked away to a cabin in the middle of nowhere or a quiet island with a private beach.

No, she was checking them both into a spa.

"Do you like it?" Jack had asked as they pulled into the car park and as she turned, seeing those beautiful eyes, wide with excitement and nerves, she found her irritation crumbling.

"It's great" She promised him, mouth tilted in a half smile. He practically slumped in relief and she withheld the sigh wanting to escape her lips.

It was fine, she could get through this. It was hanging around a bunch of people and trying to relax, not torture. She'd laugh about it in a bit.

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She wasn't laughing. Two hours later and she's slowly losing the will to live.

They'd been in the jacuzzi, great except for the four other people there with them. Steam room, same deal and honestly it felt like sitting in a bloody volcano anyway. Who enjoys that kind of shit?

She begged off going into the swimming pool. Jack, it turns out wasn't too keen on swimming either, which did at least amuse her slightly. She thought all dogs were born with the ability to swim, or was that some kind of strange myth she'd picked up over the years?

With all the various wet things fortunately out of the way and Jack unfortunately out of his swimming trunks and back into his regular clothes. They headed into the relaxation room before their massages.

Her arse was numb from lying on what was truly some kind of instrument of torture masquerading as a bed. For a thing supposed to promote comfort and relaxation, they sure chose a bizarre style in which to do it.

It was solid for starters, no soft fabric to sink into and rest your head on, in fact she painfully banged hers with a loudly echoing thump the second she tried to lay down.

She understood the tile which it was made of was to keep it heated easily but that still didn't stop her from feeling like she was lying on the bathroom floor.

The bizarre hazy purple hue to the room had also left her feeling mildly disoriented and she worried for the sake of her eyesight once she stepped back into the sun.

Not to mention the music being piped in, some hideous repetitive... plinky plonky sounds that barely classified as actual noises, let alone music. There was a wonderful change-up an undetermined amount of time later with seagull sounds being added in, that truly made her contemplate jumping through the nearest window.

She turned her head, neck cracking at the stiff position it had been kept in, to check on Jack. Surely he must be bored by now? If she finds it hard to sit still normally then he is usually like a kid hopped up on sugar.

It really shouldn't surprise her to see that he is completely knocked out. His chest softly rising and falling soothingly.

She lets out a quiet whisper of his name, nothing.

A spiteful part of her wants to yell it, watch him startle so hard he falls onto the probably much softer floor. She stops herself, she's a bitch sure but she has some decorum.

Plus he deserves this much more than she does. They've hunted nonstop for the last few months with the last one being a close call that she truly doesn't like to think about.

She hadn't been paying attention and it nearly cost her life. Worse, it nearly cost his life because of course he spotted the incoming danger and threw himself in front of her, taking the brunt of the damage to a terrifying degree.

She knows that's the reason he's booked this spa for them. It had shaken them both to their core and he just wanted some sense of normality, of just being a couple without all the death and destruction inherent in their line of work.

So she'd give him this, she would let him sleep and soon she would endure being prodded by a stranger and at the end of the day she'd tell him how great it felt and how relaxed she now was and they'd go home, feeling that little bit closer. If she gripped him a little tighter at night, if she woke him up screaming his name in terror then they'd both gracefully ignore it but he'd tuck her closer and whisper sweet nothing's into her ear in Spanish until she drifted back off, the same way he always does.

It was a fair trade and honestly, she'd laugh about this tomorrow, she's sure.

[redheadspark]

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Session

Hello Lovelies!

I know I just ended the Halloween Prompt Session, but I stumbled across a GREAT prompt list and I HAD to make it into a mini session for certain!

I think you all will like it :)

This Session's Theme is:

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There are Two Prompt lists for this session, please provide the lines you wish for me to use, one from the grumpy list and one from the sunshine list

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with, "You know I love you, right?" and "See, I told you there's some good in you!"

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST (Pacific Standard Time)

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt list created by @poohsources

from the grump

❛  how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast.  ❜

❛  just don't make a big deal out of this.  ❜

❛  you know i love you, right?  ❜

❛  i know, alright, i know i'm an asshole. but i'm trying here.  ❜

❛  i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier.  ❜

❛  do you always have to be so damn optimistic?  ❜ ❛

 nobody has ever made me feel the way you do.  ❜

❛  there's no way in hell i'm doing that.  ❜

❛  i'm not good with this whole stupid feelings thing.  ❜

❛  you make me want to be better. you make me want to be good.  ❜

❛  can't you just move on and forget about it already?  ❜

❛  i'm only doing this because you asked me to.  ❜

❛  you're the only one who has ever believed in me.  ❜

❛  you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?  ❜

❛  how are you so happy all the time?  ❜

❛  until i met you, I never thought i would be capable of that.  ❜

❛  you're the polar opposite of me.  ❜

❛  whatever. i didn't think you'd care anyway.  ❜

❛  your optimism might be starting to rub off on me.  ❜

❛  why don't you give up on me like everyone else?  ❜

from the sunshine

❛  come on, it's gonna be fun!  ❜

❛  see? i told you there's some good in you.  ❜

❛  you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile.  ❜

❛  i'm so excited! there's so much i have planned for us.  ❜

❛  i was just trying to do something nice for you.  ❜

❛  do you always have to be so pessimistic?  ❜

❛  stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you.  ❜

❛  i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior.   ❜

❛  i always feel better with you by my side.  ❜

❛  sometimes you should let others in.  ❜ ❛

 light up, [name]. we're gonna be here for a while.  ❜

❛  why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?  ❜

❛  stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜

❛  just because i'm generally a happy person doesn't mean i can't have an off day.  ❜

❛  i'm not some helpless little girl/boy!  ❜

❛  you're not gonna get rid of me that easily.   ❜

❛  stop that. i don't want you to talk about yourself like this.  ❜

❛  of course, i remember! i remember everything you told me.  ❜

❛  let's go outside and dance in the rain.  ❜

❛  you don't mean that, do you?  ❜

Once again, this prompt session will close and I will no longer take requests on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST

Thanks and happy writing and requesting!

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[darlingdekarios]

phases.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 2,373 content: Jack Russell x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, smut [dry humping, receiving fingering, unprotected p in v, cockwarming], kink(s) [biting, scent, breeding]

Jack's phases mirror the moon.

The moon reminds us that no matter how big or small, everything that can be seen has a cycle – a beginning and end, and everything in-between. For the moon it meant starting over anew each passing month, becoming brighter and brighter before fading into darkness – and even that was beautiful. For Jack Russell it meant forgetting oneself and becoming darker and darker, preparing for his next phase to commence and carry out so he could move on. No matter how much he disagreed, you always found it beautiful that he mirrored the moon. 

The full moon was coming within a few days and as always Jack was spending as much time with you as he could before he had to disappear. He’d taken advantage of your day off work to spend time with you at home, cooking you one of his favorite meals and spending the day curled up on the couch with you, your fingers laced through his hair as your fingernails scratched lightly against his scalp. His mind had already begun to darken, the other him becoming louder and louder as the days went on, and it was only you that could satiate his roaring mind – even if it wasn’t completely. 

Now, after a big dessert of peanut butter ice cream and brownies (chocolate made his stomach hurt), the two of you were wrapped up in one another in the comfort of your bed. Jack was trying to silence his mind still, a task that grew impossibly more difficult as he was surrounded by your scent – on the pillows and blankets, the pheromones seeping from you, the very air around him was filled with you in a way that was so impossible to ignore it was painful. 

He shifted the position again, turning you to your side with your back to him. Wrapping an arm around your middle he pulled you back into him, resting his chin on your shoulder. His voice was low and rumbled through your back as he spoke. “Sorry amor, I am just…restless tonight.”

You placed a hand over his on your stomach lovingly, intertwining your fingers and raising his hand to press a kiss to his palm lightly. Focusing was even more difficult when you put your lips on him, a fact that was accentuated by the twitch of his cock in his sweatpants, all-too aware that you were only wearing a tank top and one of his pairs of boxers. Turning his head to tuck his nose behind your ear he inhaled deeply, a low groan vibrating in his chest. “It’s okay, Jackie,” you breathed out, repositioning your hands on your stomach. He pulled you in closer, his erection pressed between you. “It’s just…your instincts kicking in.”

“Yes, amor,” he breathed out, his voice barely above a growl. He pressed a kiss below your ear, a gesture that was supposed to be sweet and gentle and instead sent a flood of heat to your core, wetness leaking past your folds coming with it. You heard him take in a deep breath behind you, a quiet whimper lacing his exhale as your arousal now filled the air. 

“What do…I smell like?” you pondered, his lips resting against your neck as he savored your scent. The question alone pulled another whine from him, having to speak about it somehow making it all worse. 

“Sweet…so sweet, amor,” he breathed out, nibbling on your earlobe lightly and nestling himself back in closer to you.

He began to drag his waist against you slowly, his throbbing erection running through the line of your ass repeatedly as you feigned continued interest in the movie – in reality, he was all you could think about now. He moaned again quietly at the pressure before he added a bit more, grinding his waist into your backside as he released a desperate breath. 

“So listen to them,” you whined, his hand on your stomach sliding away from yours to cup one of your breasts in his hand. He gave the tender flesh a firm squeeze, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple before he placed another kiss beneath your ear. 

“Cannot, amor…it is too dangerous this close to the full moon,” he breathed, dragging his lips down your neck slowly, swiping his tongue across your shoulder delicately. “I don’t want…instincts to take over too much and me to hurt you.”

To make your point, you rubbed your ass back into him, pulling a quiet gasp and a moan from his as his hand gripped your breast tighter. “But I need you.”

Your quiet whimpering nearly shattered his resolve completely, his hand leaving your breast to slide back down your stomach and dance along the waistband of the boxers you were wearing. You felt that he was sniffing the air to flood his senses with you some more in deep breaths against your neck, and while it used to embarrass you, now it only caused more of your arousal to leak down your thighs. After months you’d never gotten this close to Jack fucking you with the full moon so few days away, but based on his reminders every month as to how volatile he could be during this time…the prospect only interested you more and more. 

“Maybe it would help if you…if you talked about it. Tell me how you feel,” you whimpered as he slipped his hand further into the loose fabric, swiping his fingers through the slickness between your folds slowly. He removed his hand then, raising it up toward his face to inhale deeply before popping his fingers into his mouth, presumably running his tongue around them as he now rubbed his cock against your ass again.

“It makes me feel…primal,” he breathed out when he released his fingers, immediately returning them to your soaked folds to tease your entrance slightly again, still teetering on the edge of restraint. “Like I need to just…mount you. And take you.”

His middle finger slipped into you then, the subtle thickness of the digit stretching you slightly and pulling a moan from you. He pressed his lips against your shoulder again before he dragged them upward, nibbling into the flesh on your neck, a feat that took more restraint than he really had currently. You pressed back into him as he curled his finger into you, his name falling from your lips. He nibbled into the sensitive spot beneath your ear before whispering in a low growl. “And all of me wants you. Not just half.”

You reached behind yourself to rub your hand over the tent in his sweatpants, earning a quiet groan from him as he bit into your neck a little harder than intended. Instead of crying out like he expected you moaned louder, giving his bulge a squeeze to encourage him to keep going, still expecting him to stop at any moment. Instead, he added a second finger, pumping them into you in the way that always had you melting beneath him within minutes. Finding your breath before you lost yourself you gave one final show of desperation, one final verbal plea before you came undone. 

“Jack, please, I trust you, I know you…please.”

He released a deep breath then, the symbol of the thread holding him together snapping as he rolled you to your stomach and pulled the boxers down your legs, knuckles brushing along your skin as he went. When they were discarded away from the bed he removed his own sweatpants, one of his hands kneading into your ass appreciatively as he decided to test his strength. 

When he’d freed himself of clothing he leaned forward, trailing kisses up your spine before nipping at your shoulder. One of his hands grasped one of your thighs, encouraging you to slide that leg higher. He took position, straddling your thigh that remained straightened as he fisted himself. You twisted your torso to look back at him with a hooded gaze, your cheeks flushed and glowing simultaneously. 

He began to rub his cock lightly, sliding his hand from your ass cheek down to your leaking core to spread your folds and inhale another deep breath. Shaking his head to steady himself he leaned forward, running the head of his cock through your folds with a low groan. Unable to hold himself back more he thrust his hips forward, burying into you to the hilt as he rested his arms on the mattress on either side of your shoulders. 

“Que rico…” he moaned as you whined, this angle offering him the perfect entry to hit against your front wall and the sensitive patch behind your clit. When the head of his cock slowly massaged against the spot your walls clenched around him, pulling a deep growl from his chest as your hips raised off the bed slightly. One of his hands left the mattress, holding your waist to keep your hips raised so he could withdraw from you and enter again at this angle. When you cried out his name he leaned forward, pressing several kisses across your shoulders. 

He fucked into you relentlessly then, setting a quick pace of perfectly timed thrusts that caressed every inch of you. His thrusts were deep and bruising, his teeth repeatedly biting into your neck and shoulder as he finally gave into his instincts for you. 

“Oh, fuck, Jack,” you whimpered on a particularly deep thrust, his teeth finally breaking skin slightly – far from the first time that had happened and certainly nothing new to either of you. “You…you’re doing so good…”

The praise released a growl from his chest, his pace picking up harder and faster as his nails dug into your hips, his tongue lapping up the tiniest bit of blood he’d pulled from your shoulder to soothe the small wound before pressing a kiss to it. He kissed your upper back then, straightening back up to pull you onto your hands and knees, pounding into you relentlessly. 

“I can smell that you are ovulating, princesa,” he breathed out, slowing his thrusts slightly so he could focus on his words. “It makes me…crazy. It makes me want to breed you. I know that’s a crass way to say it, but, it is what I feel…” When you only moaned his name in reply, he took it as a sign that you didn’t mind his confession. “Makes me want to fill you over…and over…and over…”

His words trailed off as the solitary thrusts between words became too little, fucking you harder as you began to find it difficult to support yourself. Sensing your difficulty, he turned you over to lay on your back, hooking one of your ankles up over his shoulder so he could watch his cock disappear into your hot channel and witness the face of bliss that came along with it. Taking advantage of your parted lips he leaned down to kiss you, claiming your mouth with his tongue in a heated kiss as he thrusted harder into you, grunts leaving his mouth with each one. When he’d had his fill of kissing you – for now – he pulled away just as he connected a thumb to your clit, smiling at the way you threw your head back with a moan. 

“That’s what you want, cariño? For me to leave you with a womb full of my cum before I go?” he taunted and offered, rubbing fervent circles around your swollen nub to coax you closer to orgasm. “Tell me if it is and I will give it to you.”

You attempted to nod, opening your eyes to gaze into his only to be met by the sight of him shaking his head before he leaned his forehead against yours. He needed to hear it from you, a task that was daunting when all you felt capable of was screaming. “Yes, Jack,” you finally managed, nodding your head again for emphasis. “That’s what I want – that’s what I need. Please fill me.”

Your soft whimpers and moans and the way you asked so nicely for him to stake the most primal claim on you he desired unleashed him fully, his thrusts becoming desperate as he trailed kisses to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and suckling. You raised your hips from the bed to offer him better access which he gladly accepted, feeling your walls begin to clench around him. While neither of you were particularly holding yourselves back from moaning, or grunting, or growling, the noises were almost drowned out by the sounds of your bodies coupling – his balls slapping against you with each thrust and your slick heat accepting him with the most venereal of symphonies.

Within moments full of quiet appreciation and compliments from him in his native tongue he had pushed you over the edge, your vision clouding as you allowed his name to leave as a cry from your lips, a sound he took as prayer. With a few more thrusts of his own, now deliciously slick thanks to your orgasm, his hips stilled with a particularly hard thrust as he spilled his load into you, growling as he lifted his head once more to kiss you hard enough to bruise. 

When you’d both spent, he encouraged you back onto your side, nestling behind you again and sliding his softening cock back into your now cum-filled channel to keep warm. He buried his face into the side of your neck, pressing gentle kisses into the various bite marks he’d left within his reach as he wrapped his arms around you fully. He felt your heart rate and breathing slow and knew you approached sleep, so he pressed one more kiss behind your ear before whispering.

“I am sorry if I wake you up soon to fill you again, amor.”

He didn’t need to be sorry, and you told him so before nestling against him more, resting your hands over his as you whispered quiet “goodnights”. Just as you’d known, nothing had gone wrong, and now you had confirmation of what you had felt all along -- all of Jack’s phases were just as beautiful as each of the moons. 

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