#Steven grant x Jack Russell

[gebstargeb]

Moinknight and Jack Russell

[annmaximoff18]

Jack: Is this your plan B?

Y/N: Technically, this is plan P.

Jack: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Y/N: Yes, but I marry Steven in plan M.

Steven: I like plan M.

[bitchyfoxymama]

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

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

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

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

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

Gives you the best back massages ever. 

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

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

Snack snacks snacks 

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

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

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

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

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

Such a sweetie

Has your peppermint tea on the ready when you wake up

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

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

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

Will make your favorite foods

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

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

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

Makes sure the flat is stocked up on your favorite chocolate 

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

[midgardian-witch]

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The Model (Laurent LeClaire x Reader)

The Fool (Laurent LeClaire x Reader)

Suggestions (Robbie Paulson x Reader)

A Lack Of Patience (Robbie Paulson x Reader)

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Broken Toys (Blue Jones x Reader)

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Where To? (Jake Lockley x Reader)

All That Matters (Jake Lockley x Reader)

Love Lost (Jake Lockley x Reader) (kinda)

Mirror, Mirror (Steven Grant x Reader)

A Wondrous Thing (Moon Knight System x Reader)

Like Nobody's Watching (Moon Knight System x Reader)

The L-Bomb (Marc Spector x Reader)

Home's Not Home Unless You're There (Moon Knight System x Reader)

Tapped Out (Moon Knight System x Reader)

Pretty Boy (Steven Grant x Reader)

Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You (Jake Lockley x afab!Reader)

The Lunar Effect (Moon Knight System x Reader)

Good Boy (Jack Russell x afab!Reader)

Promise (Elsa Bloodstone x Reader) [version with podfic]

Little Games (Jack Russell x Reader)

Stop Right There (Jack Russell x Reader)

Follow The Scent (Jack Russell x Reader)

Tangled Up (Jack Russell x Reader)

Idiots (Jack Russell x Reader)

Mine (Jack Russell x Reader)

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Potestas Nominum (headcanon drabble, gn!reader)

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[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

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

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

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[viewlumia]

I see we are at the bargaining stage of grief

[hexespheres]

𝟲𝟬 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝

(inspired by 40 Years of Psylocke)

→ First appearance: X-Men vol.1 #4 (1964)

→ Writers: Stan Lee (creator), Roy Thomas, Len Wein, Steve Englehart, Bill Mantlo, Jim Starlin, Chris Claremont, Mark Gruenwald, Steven Grant, Ralph Macchio, Roger Stern, Dennis Mallonee, John Byrne, Dann Thomas, Andy Lanning, Dan Abnett, Kurt Busiek, Geoff Johns, Brian Michael Bendis, Allan Heinberg, Rick Remender, James Robinson, Jim Zub, Al Ewing, Kelly Thompson, Steve Orlando & more.

→ Artists: Jack Kirby (creator), Don Heck, George Tuska, John Romita Sr., John Buscema, Sal Buscema, Rick Buckler, Bob Brown, Gil Kane, Jim Starlin, Jim Mooney, Jerry Bingham, Michael Golden, Rick Leonardi, Dan Green, Al Migrom, Richard Howell, John Ridgway, John Byrne, Steve Butler, David Ross, Andy Kubert, John Higgins, Mike Deodato, Ian Churchill, George Pérez, Joe Jusko, Mark Texeira, Alan Davis, Kieron Dwyer, Scott Kollins, David Finch, Olivier Coipel, Jim Cheung, John Cassaday, Jorge Molina, Daniel Acuña, Kevin Wada, Tula Lotay, Sean Izaakse, Pepe Larraz, Paco Medina, Javier Pina, Cian Tormey, Sara Pichelli, Russell Dauterman & more.

→ Costume designers: Jack Kirby, Don Heck, John Buscema, John Byrne, Richard Howell, Al Migrom, Colin McNeil, Mike Deodato, George Pérez, Alan Davis, Kieron Dwyer, Olivier Coipel, Jim Cheung, John Cassaday, Daniel Acuña, Kevin Wada & Russell Dauterman.

→ 𝘼𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨: Vita Linder (The Marvel Super Heroes), Katherine Moffat and Jennifer Darling (Iron Man), Susan Roman (X-Men: The Animated Series), Stravoula Logothettis (Avengers: United They Stand), Kelly Sheridan (X-Men: Evolution), Kate Higgins (Wolverine and the X-Men) & Tara Strong (The Super Hero Squad Show)

→ Various games: X-Men Legends II: Rise of Apocalypse, Marvel Super Hero Squad: The Infinity Gauntlet, Marvel: Avengers Alliance, Marvel Avengers: Battle for Earth, Marvel Heroes, Marvel Contest of Champions, Marvel Future Fight, Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3: The Black Order & more.

→ Current books: Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver by Steve Orlando & Lorenzo Tammetta, The Avengers (vol. 9) by Jed Mackay & C.F. Villa, Avengers United: Infinity Comic by Derek Landy & Marcio Fiorito, Blood Hunt by Jed Mackay & Pepe Larraz; Scarlet Witch (vol.4) by Steve Orlando & Jacopo Camagni

[vermillionsails]

MASTER LIST

These are the fic's and headcannons I have written so far. I do update and add slowly but surely. Shitposts are now included!!

Emoji key

💦 smut

☁️ fluff

⭐ normal

🕊️ dead dove or darker

🫀 angst

Miguel O'Hara

Cat-Astrophe -☁️

Cat-Astrophe part 2 [coming soon] - ☁️

Prowl [Coming soon] - 💦

Squirm [coming soon] - 💦

Moon knight System

Marc Spector headcanons Part 1 -⭐

Marc Spector headcanons part 2 -⭐

Marc Spector headcanons part 3 [coming soon] -⭐💦

Steven Grant Fountain Pen -☁️

Jake Lockly Where To? [coming soon] -💦

Jake Lockly Needy little thing [coming soon] - 💦

Jake Lockly surprise [coming soon] -⭐💦

Moon knight system holding their newborn for the first time [coming soon] -☁️⭐

Moon knight system Abandon all hope [coming soon] -⭐🫀

Moon knight System Sekhmet's aphrodisiac [coming soon] -💦🫀☁️

Steven Grant Make it rain [Coming soon] -💦☁️

Punisher

Uppercut - ⭐

Daredevil

Something to hold on to [coming soon] -⭐☁️

Poe Dameron

Hyperspace Parturition part 1 [coming soon]-⭐🫀☁️

Protostar part 2 [coming soon] -⭐🫀☁️

Mike Schmitt F.N.A.F

11pm [coming soon] - 💦☁️

Cooper Howard/ the Ghoul

big iron part 2 coming soon

Shitposts/random bullshit I think I'm funny

Characters I'll be writing for.

The Mandalorian

Joel Miller t.l.o.u

Venom/Eddie brock

Jack Russel Werewolf By Night

Blade (when the new movie comes out next year)

Bobs Burgers (headcannons only)

T.M.N.T (fluff only)

Cooper Howard/ The Ghoul

Daredevil/Matt Murdoc

Punisher/ Frank Castle

Miguel O'Hara / Spiderman 2099

Moon knight system/ Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, and Steven Grant

Most likely I will update this and I have a couple of fic's that definitely need re-editing. I write these when I get the urge and that's usually 3am and sleep deprived lol 😅. My asks are open if anyone want's to share headcannon's, ask for a small blurb, ask questions about my fic's or if your bored and wanna ramble about characters. 🧡💚 My character writing list can change at random and is open to different characters.

[bluebirdsboi]

MCU Masterlist | Last Updated: 7/24/23

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵 | Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = ��� Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋| Character on hold = 🔒 

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Augustus “Pug” Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

Coming soon... 

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

Coming soon...

Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner)

The New Guy 🥰(🥵) | 📘 | 💙

Dane Whitman (Kit Harington)

Coming soon...

Daniel Sousa (Enver Gjokaj)

Coming soon...

Druig (Barry Keoghan)

Coming soon...

Everett Ross (Martin Freeman

Coming soon...

Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal) 

Coming soon...

Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

Coming soon..

Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

Coming soon...

Ikaris (Richard Madden)

Coming soon...

Jack Russell (Gael García Bernal)

Coming soon...

Joaquín Torres (Danny Ramirez)

Coming soon...

Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani)

Coming soon...

Leo Fitz (Iain De Caestecker)

Coming soon...

Marc Spector (Oscar Isaac)

He Won’t Have You 🥵🩹 | 📘 | 💙

Solace 🩹 | 📘 | 💙

Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox) 

Coming soon...

Namor (Tenoch Huerta)

Coming soon...

N’Jadaka (Killmonger) (Michael B. Jordan)

Coming soon...

Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire | Andrew Garfield | Tom Holland)

Coming soon...

Peter Quill (Chris Pratt)

Coming soon...

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Coming soon...

Quentin Beck (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Coming soon...

Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie)

Coming soon...

Scott Lang (Paul Rudd)

Coming soon...

Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

Coming soon...

Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

Coming soon...

Steven Grant (Oscar Isaac)

Coming soon...

T’Challa (Chadwick Boseman)

Coming soon...

Thor Odinson (Chris Hemsworth)

Coming soon...

Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.)

Coming soon...

Xu Shang-Chi (Simu Liu)

Coming soon...

[moonlight-prose]

✧ 2023 WIPS LIST ✧

As you can guess by the title this will be an updated wips list of what is to come, what will be continued, and what will be finished. I'm actually really excited about what I'm writing this year for many reasons. Partly because I have such amazing people here who inspire me everyday to keep writing.

You are all welcome to ask whatever you want about the fics on this list. I'm more than happy to talk about them! This list is subject to change throughout the year so some stuff may not get written/finished.

The list is beneath the cut, because it's quite long. Enjoy!

ONGOING WIPS TO BE FINISHED IN 2023

Black Velvet - 1980s!Din Djarin (3 chapter remaining)

Badlands - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (3 chapters remaining)

Paper Airplanes - Bucky Barnes

Asterism - Cassian Andor (4 chapters remaining)

Celestial Serenities - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Night Crawling - Jack Russell (5 chapters remaining)

Beautiful Nightmare - Dream of the Endless

Strength Among Stars - Din Djarin

Blood Along The Moon - The Batman

Kinktober 2022

Winter Prompts

UPCOMING SERIES IN 2023

Hurt - Joel Miller (coming january 15th)

Turning Pages - Moon Knight bois

Never Break The Chain - Jurassic Park AU w/Din Djarin

Love Is Strange - Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

There'd Better Be A Mirrorball - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (2 parts)

Diamonds Are Forever - Jake Lockley x Jewel Thief!Reader

Con La Brisa - Namor

Rogue Redemption - Western!Poe Dameron

Bloom - Obi-Wan Kenobi (3 parts)

Somewhere Only We Know - Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Shadows Of The Past - Mickey "Fanboy Garcia

In the Ashes of Hope - Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x jedi!f!reader

Silhouettes of Love - Frankie Morales (maybe)

The Moon Will Sing - Moon Knight bois x goddess!reader

Midnight Wire - Cassian Andor

To Lie Within The Stars - Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett

Unnamed Boba Fett series

Violent Delights (rewritten) - Loki

Unnamed Poe Dameron series

Fractures - The Batman (dark academia)

Various Storms & Saints - Pero Tovar x witch!reader

World On Fire - Apocalypse!Poe Dameron

The Song Remains The Same - 70s!Guitarist!Din Djarin

UPCOMING ONESHOTS IN 2023

Cherry Bomb - Tangerine (bullet train)

Photograph - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Bluebirds In The Night Sky - Javi G.

Solamente Una Vez - Santi Garcia

Together We Fall - Marc Spector

Beauty In The Madness - Steven Grant

Love Is A Fire That Burns Unseen - Din Djarin

Worst Nightmare - Cal Kestis x Sith!Reader

Heavy In Your Arms - Poe Dameron

Breathe Me In - Darth Vader

The Rockrose and The Thistle - Sith!Anakin Au (2 parts)

Kar'ta - Din Djarin (2 parts)

Hidden Flames and Deep Desires - Darth Maul x jedi!Reader (2 parts)

Unnamed Jake "Hangman" Seresin fic

Edge of Midnight - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Din Djarin fic for @softanon

Poe Dameron fic (unnamed)

a/n: All of these are subject to change/be added to or deleted throughout the year. This is just what I have at the moment. There are some wips I haven't added, because they aren't plotted and have no full storyline in my head. Here's to a good year of writing!

[annmaximoff18]

[Jack speaking spanish]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Steven: You speak spanish?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: He says it a lot.

[marksbear]

Do you have a list for what you have planned to write? I don't know what it's called ☠️

Yes I have one but its kinda long 💀

WORK IN PROGRESS

Overwatch

Genji x talon male reader

Hanzo x male reader

MARVEL

Steven Grant x dom male reader

Spiderman x male reader

Pug x male reader

Jack Russell x male reader

Ikaris x dom male reader

THE BOYS

Soldier boy x afab male reader

Top Gun Maverick

Rooster x Maverick's son reader

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner x male reader who has scars

Aaron Hotchner x sunshine male reader

From different franchises

Dom Paul Aterides x ftm reader (DUNE)

Dean Winchester x male reader (Supernatural)

Will Graham x male reader (NBC Hannibal)

Then I got way too much shit in my drafts 😭

[bitchyfoxymama]

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My! - Moon Knight System x F!Reader x Jack Russell

Warning: non con chocking, facial, cream pie, SMUT!, Magic, small fight scene, Khonshu stiring the pot, face fucking, oral (F&M), unprotected sex

A/n: this one was supposed to be like maybe 1.5k but it just kept flowing out of me haha! idk I might make another part? Like if yall want?

...

“You will release us of the spell you put on us you crazy perra,” Jake says as he holds you by the throat, your back pushing against the bookshelf behind you. The hand that wasn't holding your neck has a knife against your jugular.There's a smile adorning your face, you know he won't hurt you, especially if they want your help.

You could use your magic to have him release you but where's the fun in that. Especially when your husband was silently entering the room. Your eyes flickered over to his, his mouth snarling as he watched the intruder hold you hostage.

You croak out his name, "Jack" it's barely a whisper as Jake's hold is firm on your neck. Jack is there in a flash, he has the man by the throat and is growling in his face.

"Don't you ever touch mi esposa you coño,"

"Don't test me, your dumb perra of a wife put a spell on us,"

'Jake watch it, we don't have our powers and this guy is something else, he has claws mate' Steven says in the head space.

'Steven's right, we don't know what he's capable of especially if he's married to that witch' Marc agrees. He knows they have to go at this in a smart way. They can't go in guns blazing especially since they can't summon their suit.

You watch your husband hold them hostage, the astounding Moon Knight brought down by a simple spell. One you didn't have a hand in of course, but one you recognized. You rub your neck where the man's hands had previously been.

"As much as I would like for my husband to rip your throat out," you begin using your magic to rip them away from each other. You were holding them the way a mother cat would hold her babies, by the scruff of their shirts.

"What exactly happened? Speak and if I think you are bullshiting me I'll let Jack rip your throat out. I'll kill you since you don't have your Moon Knight suit."

You both watch as his eyes roll back and his face shifts into a scowl. It made him look like an angry eagle.

"Well, it began a week ago." He begins, his accent having lost its Spanish undertones instead adopting one of someone from Chicago.

They were on their usual night patrol, currently Marc had control of body as they scored the night. They were almost done and they could go back to the flat and sleep a few hours before Steven had to go to work the following morning at the children's museum of history.

There was a scream, and it put Marc on high alert. He glided through the air, landing in a dark alleyway. There was no sign of the person who had screamed. Instead, there stood in front of them a hooded figure.

"Que pierdas tus poderes" the stranger said in Spanish, a black glow erupted from their hands.

"Ugh fuck," Marc can feel his body getting weaker, the powers of Khonshu leaving his body. The suit disappears and darkness welcomes him.

When he comes too, he can't summon his suit, and neither can Steven or Jake.

"This is bad Marc, really bad, we can't even contact Khonshu!" Steven paces around their flat. He took over the body as soon as they realized they couldn't summon their suits. He got them home as soon as he could so he could look through his books.

They had also called Layla since she was still Taweret's Avatar. She said they've never faced a foe that could cut the connection between Avatar and their God. But Khonshu had found a witch whom he suspected was the one who had done this. She was in Salvage, Alabama.

The boys booked the next flight out of London. And that's what had led to where they were now. It had taken two weeks of recon, and they watched as you left your little cabin to go out and forge herbs, plants, and fungi. They noticed that you also drove to town for things you couldn't get out in the wilderness. What they hadn't realized was the werewolf that had kept an eye on them along with the man thing. Watching. Waiting. For them to mess up and reveal why they were watching his wife. Jack was suspicious, and rightfully so. This leads us to the exact moment when they burst into your home and held you against the bookshelf.

"Alright, I believe you. I could tell the moment you barged in, you had been whammied, the witch who did it has been after me for a while. She must have used you to kill me, " you say, letting them go, "I can remove the spell from you. Only if you apologize for trying to kill me instead of just asking you dipshits,"

You watch as his facial expression changes one more time. This time he's timid and a bit shy.

"We're really sorry love," Steven has taken over the body as he is the one to sound actually sincere unlike the other two men, "I completely agree that immediately barging in, and basically strangling someone is a bloody wanker move,” he says speaking to Jake and Marc as well as you.

Jack is now behind you, his hands have found their home on your waist as he keeps the death glare trained on them. It was rather in their favor that it was neither the week of the full moon or anywhere close to it.

You hum out in response to their apology, “Apology accepted, now whom might you be? You aren't American, I can tell that much by your British accent.”

He blushes, you were gorgeous now that they have gotten a proper look at you. He swallows thickly only now noticing how the lilac sundress hugs your body, how it pushes your breasts together and rather tastefully, he can feel his cock come to life as he watches you. If they weren't here to get the spell off them and you weren't married they would, rather he would stumble and Marc or Jake would pick up where he left off and ask you on a date and probably shag you after.

“I-my name is Steven Grant, the mad man who held you by your throat is Jake Lockley and the host of the body is Marc Spector, you met him when he told you about the incident.” He gives you his world famous lopsided smile.

“Hmm,” you let his name roll off your tongue, he was attractive. They all were, you were ashamed to admit it but when they held you by the neck a hot wave of arousal went straight to your core, “Alright, i'll take the spell off you now,” you smile sweetly.

You walk out of Jack’s hands and gently place your own on Steven’s warm cheeks. You gently place your lips on his, you feel him tense but shortly relax into the kiss and place his own hands on your hips, deepening the kiss.

When you pull away, you smile and gently rub a thumb over his cheek. “There you are my love, you should be able to call upon your suit once more. I also added another spell, one of protection so that neither of you will ever be affected by another spell user again. Now go on and summon your suits, I’m sure your God has missed you,”

‘There you are worm! I see you've finally gotten your powers back,’ Khonshu says as he sits in the corner of your cabin. You give him a glare.

“You stupid bird, how dare you tell them it was me who whammied them. My husband almost killed them.” you cross your arms over your chest as you look at the God, stunning the 3 men into silence as Jack goes to sit in a corner to read a book.

“You-you can see him?” Steven asks as he summons his Mr. Knight suit. Damn does he look mighty fine in it.

“Yeah, all magic users can see them. Now why don't you leave us alone, big bird, so that I can speak privately with your Avatar.”

“Stupid little worm, you don't command me!” He stands up and slams down his staff.

With a snap of your fingers he disappears much to the MoonKnights surprise, “Now that we're alone again,” you begin as you go and plot yourself in Jack’s lap, he begins to absentmindedly rubbing circles into the flesh of your exposed thighs, “I think, no, I know what you are thinking. I feel the same way and I am more than positive that Jack would be more than happy to join in the fun,”

The men stare at you in awe and confusion. What were you talking about?

‘I told you, you made it way too obvious that you were checking her out,” Jake says.

‘But can he help it? I mean look at her, shes practicaly giving us the green light to fuck her,’ marc makes an appearance.

“Jack, are you ok with sharing me with our guests,” you ask your husband behind you, although you never take your eyes off Steven as he stands in front of you.

“You know I give you whatever you want,” he says leaning into your neck kissing the dip between your shoulder and neck sensually.

You smile as your fingers begin to untie the straps of your dress, bringing the bust down to release your breasts.

“I want you and my husband my husband to fuck me,” you say as you bite your bottom lip and push your breasts together.

***

“Oh, fuck. God Steven your tongue. Yes baby just like that,” you moan as you reach back behind you to kiss your husbands lips as Steven eats your cunt as though you are the only oasis in the desert and he is dying of thirst.

You moan into Jack's mouth as he ruts his cock in between your ass cheeks as Steven continues his assault on your cunt. The both of them bring you to the top of your third orgasm of the night. You havent even been fucked the way you want and youve already come thrice.

“See, I don't you her pussy was a sweet nectar and that you would be addicted,” Jack says as he pulls his mouth from yours. This causes a groan from the man with his face buried into you. They've each given you an orgasm with their tongues but Steven wants to be the one to give you your fourth one before they even think about coming themselves.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” your body begins to lift off the bed but you are pulled back down by stevens strong hold, “Jack i need you inside of me, i need you both inside of me. I want you to both fuck me til im dumb.”

“Yeah bebita? You think you can take both of us?” he says as he rubs his fingers down your cheeks.

You try to speak but nothing comes out of your mouth as the coil in your belly snaps and you feel yourself gushing on their face. Your legs actually begin to shake with pleasure as you pull them up by their hair and kiss Steven’s lips, you can taste yourself on him.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you get into position on the bed. Jack has since come back from behind you to position himself in front of you. He takes his cock in his fist and begins rubbing his head through your folds, slicking his cock with a mixture of your essence and Stevens spit. Without either of you noticing a switch has occurred. Marc had taken the body.

“8in of dick ain't enough for you sweetheart? Need my cock to fill you up too,” Marc says from behind your head. You lean up to look at him moaning out as Jack slides into your already wrecked cunt.

You squeeze one of your breasts as you shake your head yes.

“I need a verbal answer sweetheart or else you aren't getting your mouth stuffed.” Marc’s domineering voice turns you on to no end. As it's usually you taking charge in the bedroom.

“Yes daddy, I want you to stuff me full,” you say as you lean your head back and open your mouth for him to use.

He slides his cock into your mouth, your moans vibrate against his cock as his head presses the back of your throat. Jack’s slow and steady thrusts push you further onto Marc’s cock. You use one hand to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples between your thumb and finger as your free hand goes to fondle Marc’s balls.

“Fuck bebita, your squeezing my cocks so tight,” Jack moans as he begins to pick up the pace. His grip on your thighs tightens.

“Your wife sucks my cock so well Jack you are a lucky man, I-I dont think I’m gonna last long with her perfect lips on my cock. Shes sucking my soul out through my cock,”

You can feel the coil building up. Getting your face and cunt fucked is bringing you to your peak and you never want to stop this feeling. You begin to wonder if Jack will let you keep them as your lover. Having them both fuck you whenever you want. You bring a hand from your breast down to your swollen and slick clit. You move in tight fast circles, moaning as the coil is almost at its peak.

Both men are near their own orgasms, however not selfish lovers they want you to finish before them. One more sweep of your clit and one final thrust you are coming undone, your vision going white as your scream is muffled by Marc. Jack comes next, filling you to the brim with his hot essence. Marc pulls out and finishes himdelf over your fucked out face, his seed coats your face beautifully. He stares at you covered in him and he thinks you are the most beautiful looking like this.

Jack pulls out gently, he leaves a kiss on your lips before grading to get a washcloth to clean you off. Marc leans down and kisses you, licking a bit of his own come from your cheek.

“That was something,” he says smirking as he catches his breath.

“I agree, definitely something that shouldn't end here,” you smile back at him as you both wait for your husband.

[midgardian-witch]

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction thank you for the tag! 💙 I just managed to upload my 10th fic on tumblr a few days ago so this is just timed perfectly 😄

First Lines Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

Common Ground: "To be fair, waking up in a strange place with blood on me is not an experience I enjoy." Steven snorts with laughter, nodding. (Steven Grant & Jack Russell)

Sober Words, Dirty Thoughts: Nathan wakes up with a groan, his head pounding and his neck stiff. He slowly pushes himself up and takes in his surroundings with bleary eyes. (Nathan Bateman/Reader)

The Consequences Of Being A Brat: You watch him squirm uncomfortably, desperately humping the air, the restraints keeping him tied to the bed spread-eagle and cock ring keeping him hard even after what to him feels like hours spent like this. You’ve been sitting to the side of the bed, out of sight from him while having the perfect view yourself. (Nathan Bateman/Reader)

Meeting Steven: Your hands were clammy as you rubbed them over your thighs. It’s hard to remember if there was ever a time you had been this nervous. (Steven Grant/Reader)

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts: "Oh Nathan. It’s one of those days, huh?”, you ask into the otherwise quiet room. You’re not sure he actually hears you given the amount of empty bottles you see strewn around the place. (Nathan Bateman/Reader)

Requested Steven Fluff: The rhythmic chopping of vegetables syncs up eerily with the slow beat of the song currently playing on the ancient radio Steven had pulled out from behind stacks of dusty books. You hum quietly to the music, swaying with the rhythm as you prepare the ingredients for dinner. (Steven Grant/Reader)

Promise: “If you’re here for the bloodstone, you’re too late. Party is over.” She doesn’t even look at you as she sits there in a plush armchair, the red, glowing gemstone firmly in her hand. You scoff, amused by her hostility. (Elsa Bloodstone/Reader)

Good Boy: “Please. Please, mi vida.” His voice; that high-pitched, needy whimper. You could never get enough of it. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. (Jack Russell/Reader)

Anxious Attachment: You watch them sometimes when they are too busy with each other to notice your staring. The way Marc’s face grows soft whenever Layla smiles at him; the way Steven’s eyes practically glow with adoration; the way even Jake seems to almost melt under her gaze. And then there is Layla with her dimples when she smiles and the love she shows without even saying a word. (Moon Knight System/Reader/Layla El Faouly)

You haven’t seen The Mummy?!: “What do you mean ‘Jake hasn’t seen The Mummy’?" You look at the man in front of you in disbelief and frankly even a bit offended. (Moon Knight System/Reader/Layla El Faouly)

And now we get to the difficult part of tagging people 😅 I have few people I know well enough/feel comfortable enough to tag (even less so that write and publish fanfic on here) so let's just go with the usual: if you wanna do this feel that I have tagged you 😉

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Final Chapter

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack, and you may be more connected than you think.

This Chapter: One of Jack's friends gets you to safety while he and Alistair battle it out.

Warnings: Mature Content, Blood, Gore, Violence, Vampires, Werewolves, Transformations, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Memory Recall, Coffee, Carnitas and *Moon Knight*

Word Count: 2.4k+

Read the rest of the story HERE!

“I was a little busy up there, Lassie, cut me some slack,” the man dressed all in white grumbles as he enters the room at full speed, his chest heaving from exertion. Covered in the blood of Alistair’s bodyguards, he flings a golden boomerang at the chains that hold Jack captive, freeing him from his vulnerable state before catching his weapon as it returns to him in one fluid motion. He runs over to you before Alistair has a chance to latch onto you again, guarding you from him as Jack begins his transformation into the monster that he warned you about.

Coarse, dark hair sprouts up from your boyfriend’s skin as his teeth grow long and sharp inside his mouth. A deep, guttural growl brews within his chest as it expands far beyond the confines of his shirt, his fingernails curving into razor sharp claws as he advances on your undead captor. He stares him down; that reasonable, pleading version of himself gone with the wind as he matches Alistair's movements, blocking every attempt he makes at escape until he corners him on the far side of the room. You catch yourself holding your breath as you watch this savage stalemate turn into a vicious attack as Jack leaps into the air and onto Alistair’s back, tearing into his flesh.

Holy shit, he actually IS a werewolf. Everything he said was true!

“I’m Marc,” the man whispers his introduction to distract you from the horrors as he takes his cape off to cover you up, wrapping it snugly around your shoulders. “I’m a friend of Jack’s, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, glancing back at the two wild animals fighting to the death as streams of blood splatter across the walls like a Jackson Pollock painting.

“Don’t you worry about him, alright now, love?” Marc’s voice seems to change all of the sudden, his tone and cadence shifting into a slightly British accent. “He’ll be fine,” he reassures you, helping you up to your feet. “You just keep your eyes on me and we’ll be right as rain, yeah?”

Feral growls and high-pitched screams fill the air as you struggle to hold Marc’s cape around your shoulders, sneaking a peek back at the gruesome battle that Jack seems to be winning so far. This man keeps trying to coax you away from the grisly carnage as you remain frozen in some surreal hope that this will all go away if you only just stand still long enough. Unable to aid Jack in any tangible way, you can’t help but wonder what might happen if you choose to look away, what further terrors could possibly transpire if you aren’t physically there to witness this ghastly attack on your former captor.

“Right then, off we go.” Marc’s timid nature dissolves into resolution as he finally takes your free hand and guides you out of the room, taking care to continually keep you covered. He squeezes your fingers as you follow him through the broken doorway, the splintered wood and scratched-off paint a blatant reminder that this place isn’t safe for you anymore. It never was.

You haven’t been safe for weeks.

“No need to look at any of those bad guys on the floor. Eyes forward from here on out, yeah?” He winces as he walks backward into one of the lifeless figures, stepping cautiously around it before clearing a path down the hall. “Damnit, Marc.”

Ignoring whatever internal battle he’s having with himself, you choose to walk with him through the entryway, doing your best to navigate around the alarming amount of bullet-ridden bodies that litter the corridor. You keep your eyes on his sweaty black curls in an attempt to distract yourself from this morbid new reality, stepping over limp limbs and pools of blood before shifting your focus onto the intricate pattern of his lapel. You try to ignore the squishy feeling of the viscous fluid as it surrounds your bare feet, still warm as it oozes out of their bodies. You do your best to pretend it isn’t collecting around your heels and seeping between your toes as you walk by them, leaving a messy pattern of scarlet footprints down the hall.

“Wow, that was really scary!” Marc laughs nervously, his tone difficult to pin down as he unclasps his gloved fingers from yours to push the button for the ground floor. “I mean, not that scary,” he corrects himself quickly, squaring up his shoulders to seem bigger in front of you as the doors shut.

Is this guy being serious right now?

“I’ve seen stuff like that loads of times before, definitely seen way worse things than a vampire and a werewolf fighting to the death over a beautiful woman.” He forces another smile, shaking his head of a stray thought as the elevator begins to ascend. “Not that you should be scared.” He points to his chest. “I’m not scared, because that wouldn’t make any sense, now would it?”

This is the man Jack trusts to get you to safety? This floppy-haired timid gentleman who looks more afraid of his own shadow than a five year old boy? He can’t possibly be the same man who brutally took out all those guards on his way down to rescue you both… could he?

The ding of the elevator saves you the burden of thinking any more on the question, the entrance in the back of the building a welcome sight as the smell of aged wood balances out the stale stench of blood and carbon. As the two of you silently make your way through the deserted kitchen, you walk past empty shelves and rusted ovens before pushing through the swinging doors. More bodies lay scattered across the tables and chairs of the dining section as you follow his advice by ignoring them until you’re finally out of the abandoned building, free of any guise of shelter.

“Right, we’re over here,” Marc points to a rusted yellow taxi cab parked just in front of the SUV that brought you here, its black metal body now riddled with bullets.

“You called a cab?” You ask, trying to make up for the prolonged silence you kept in the elevator.

“No, but Jake drives a taxi,” he nods casually in its direction before circling around to the passenger side of the vehicle. “I can’t drive.”

“You can’t drive?!” You ask, peering into the driver’s seat to check for someone who might be waiting to make a quick escape. Maybe the street lamp is reflecting oddly off the dingy glass of the car window, maybe your contacts had fallen out in the midst of all the uproar, or maybe all this trauma has finally manifested its way into saving you the turmoil of seeing anymore by blurring your vision. “Who’s Jake?”

You turn to face him for an answer and watch in awe as the white fabric of his costume seems to melt away before your very eyes. Thread by thread, it disappears one section at a time to slowly reveal a black t-shirt and dark jeans underneath, no longer stained with blood. All of the sudden you’re beginning to wonder exactly what Alistair had put into your food and wine earlier.

“You know what? Never mind.” You decide to shelf your disbelief for the moment as he walks over to open the trunk, digging around handguns and knives until he uncovers a large duffel bag full of similar contents. Multiple passports, books on ancient Egypt and the occult are all pushed aside until he finds a white t-shirt with a smiley face on it that says ‘Have a Nike Day’.

“This should fit you,” he says in a more gruff American accent, tossing it your way.

“Thanks, I guess.” You take it without question, hoping to eventually get some kind of explanation for his quick shift in behavior as you turn away from him for a bit of privacy.

You drop his cape to the ground as you watch it disappear like the rest of his costume, blinking about a dozen times in an effort to make sure you didn’t imagine that, too. You shrug and pull the shirt on over your head, pushing your arms through the sleeves as it clings to your body before a sudden sense of relief washes over you. That looming feeling of woe and trepidation that followed you up the elevator and out into the parking lot has been suddenly lifted from your conscience, alerting you on some visceral level that Alistair is finally gone. Before you have time to turn around to tell Marc, you find yourself being inundated with memories of the life you once had with Jack before all of this.

You can see Jack in the hospital bed, eyes focused solely on you as you listen to his lungs and take his pulse, the increase in his heart rate explained only by the blush in his cheeks. You remember feeling a certain way every time you went into his room, a rush of excitement taking over whenever you touched him or got close enough to smell the cologne that barely lingered on his skin.

You can taste all the coffee dates that he’d described to you earlier, that hint of hazelnut in your creamer blending together into a montage of late nights and early mornings in the hospital cafeteria and local diner. You’d take turns telling each other about your day, his pupils dilating a little bit more with each date as you slowly fell in love with the way his lips curled around his teeth when he smiled. You could never really tell how tired he was when the sun began to rise, but he always stayed up late enough to walk you back to your car, making sure that you were safe before he left your side.

He was patient, kind and gentle; taking great care to listen to every word that left your lips, carrying himself in such a way that made you feel both seen and heard without even an ounce of room left for doubt. That was new for you, a love so soft that allowed you to see the world in a rose-tinted haze instead of your usual sharp and grainy gray.

Your first kiss is in his car after you allow him to take you to dinner, the song “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac playing on the staticky radio as you finally take the plunge to connect. His lips are soft as you lean into him, kissing you back as he holds your face with both hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs before you kiss him again.

You can see him dancing toward you now in the kitchen as carnitas simmer on your old gas stove, offering chopped veggies for you to sample from his fingers as he serenades you along the way. His voice mimics the notes of the artist’s on the recording, somehow even better than you imagined, although you realized that everything was better with him around. Music was richer, aromas more pleasant, the food more delicious and the caresses around your hips more electric. How could you have possibly forgotten all of this?

The flavor of the pork belly soon dissipates as you’re transported into your bedroom, your senses now flooded with the salt of his skin as it collides with yours. You can actually feel him against you, just as sure as you could taste the coffee and the meat from before, every kiss he plants onto your lips and neck increasing your heart rate. You’re now breathing in his smoky scent as he makes love to you unlike anyone else ever has before, giving every part of your body its due amount of attention, savoring your scent and flavor before moving on to the next erogenous zone. You look into his eyes as if you’re actually there in the moment, not reliving your past in some random parking lot next to a taxi cab. You can feel each strand of his hair part between your fingers, his breath hot on your shoulder as he loses himself inside you completely.

You don’t want this moment to end, but the next thing you know he’s bringing you water and playing with your hair as you watch Svengoolie together; the episodes of The Phantom of the Opera, The Mummy and Dracula all blurring together until you get to The Wolfman. You watch his demeanor change as the werewolf graces your television screen, fear quaking in his voice as he takes the chance to divulge the very worst parts of himself to you. His eyes dart around the room as he begins to explain the inner workings of his lycanthropy, your hand on his reassuring the both of you that none of that really matters, as long as he’s honest with you.

All of it was true, every last word of it. Every sense of longing you had toward him since you ‘first’ laid eyes on him finally makes sense as your brain fills in the gaps of your missing memories like patchwork over torn cloth. He had been a part of you, and you to him.

“Hey,” Marc interrupts your visions by grabbing one of your shoulders and shaking you back to reality. “Wake up, princess. He’s back.”

“Princess?” You want to argue with him for pulling you out of your fantasy, but save your breath once you see Jack limping out of the abandoned restaurant, his shirt completely gone and his pants barely hanging on by a thread. A mixture of what could only be Alistair’s blood and ash covers his face and torso like some carnal war paint as he makes his way toward you both.

“He’s gone,” Jack mutters, glancing at Marc before pausing to smile in your direction. “We can go now.”

You run across the jagged parking lot despite your bare feet, ignoring all the pebbles that dig into your skin until you finally reach him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a desperate embrace. “I remember,” you whisper into his cheek, solidifying all your memories into the present moment as you kiss him. “I remember all of it.”

“Yeah?” He kisses you back, holding onto you with weary arms as he looks you over with pure adoration. That smile that you love so much spreads across his lips, wrinkling the skin around his eyes as he kisses your forehead with a relieved sigh. “Gracias a Dios.”

“Don’t thank God, thank me.” Marc interrupts with a sarcastic tone, throwing his duffel bag at Jack before it falls to the ground at his feet. “Put some clothes on so we can get some pancakes, already.”