#jack russell fic

[wwinterwitch]

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

the wolf and the witch — jack russell

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

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

word count: 3.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ted started it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack shrugged. "He'll be fine."

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

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

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

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

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

"Care to share?"

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

"I'll find out sooner or later."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friends. Just friends. Platonic. Not a chance.

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

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

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

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

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

"How is that not fair?" you protest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joyful-soul-collector]

Werewolves Don't Get Sick

Summary: Bad Things Happen Bingo request from @enigmatist17 for Common Cold! The Moon Boys have a cold, and a certain werewolf has come to help them.

Pairings: Jack Russell/Marc Spector, Jack Russell/Steven Grant, Jack Russell/Jake Lockley

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“What do you mean the suit doesn’t work on colds?”

Marc sighed, instantly regretting it as the hot air scratched his throat and he coughed several times before he could answer Steven’s question. 

“The suit only works on injuries, not on sickness. If it worked on that then we would probably end up being immortal, and I don’t think Khonshu wants us around for multiple lifetimes,” he croaked. 

“He can barely tolerate us for one,” Jake quipped.

Marc felt him try to hang on to the front for a little longer, trying to give Marc a break from the horrible body aches and stuffy nose. But as he predicted, Jake didn’t last long, as he scratched roughly at their nose and eyes, sneezed, and promptly gave up. 

“Sorry,” his reflection in their mirror on the bedside table said. 

“You really don’t haveta keep saying that, man,” Marc said, giving him a slightly exasperated smirk. “We know you have sensory issues with this stuff. You take half the punches for us, I think you’re allowed to sit this one out.”

A wave of chills crawled up their body, and Marc wrapped their blankets tighter around them, tucking his knees up to his chest. 

“We didn’t have anything to do today did we?” Steven said with a yawn. 

But just as he spoke, a knock came at the door. Marc groaned, contemplating simply burying his face in his pillow and ignoring whoever was out there. But eventually he dragged himself out of bed, chills lancing up and down his spine as he opened the door. 

“Marc!”

Jack Russell’s kind face was revealed, and Marc instantly felt dread fall heavily into his chest. 

“Shit.”

The crisp, freshly painted lines on Jack’s face shifted as he frowned at Marc, taking in his hunched form. 

“Shit is right, the hell happened to you?” Jack said, stepping forward and forcing Marc to stumble back. 

“We’re sick,” he said. “A cold.”

“Sorry, we forgot to call you,” Steven added, his fingers automatically fidgeting with each other. “We’ve had this awful brainfog all day--”

“No, no you don’t need to apologize, you are sick, it’s understandable,” Jack said earnestly. “Our trip can wait, there will be time for travel after you’re well again.”

“Are you sure Elsa won’t be mad?” Steven asked nervously. “We were supposed to help you guys work on helping your friends, what if--”

“Mis amigos, really, don’t worry!” he said, patting their shoulder. “Elsa has everything under control, that’s what’s so wonderful about her. She will be fine.”

But as Jack watched them, Marc saw a look in his eyes, a softness growing in them that made him a little uneasy. 

“Well, sorry you had to come all this way,” Marc said quickly, avoiding Jack’s gaze. “You should probably go before we get you sick--”

“Werewolves don’t get sick,” Jack interrupted with a smirk. “Are you sure it’s just a cold? You really don’t look good.”

“I--yes, we’re fine, Jack, we’ve been sick before--”

“Has anyone been by to help you out? Where’s Layla?” Jack interrupted again, now glancing around at the flat. 

“Layla’s on a mission for Taweret, and really man, it’s just a cold, we don’t need someone to--” Marc cut off abruptly, doubling over into a fit of coughs. A soft but firm hand gripped under their arm and another around their shoulders and guided them to their bed. 

“Maybe you don’t need someone to take care of you, but it can be nice to have someone,” Jack said, pressing gently on their shoulders to ease them into the bed. “And I personally don’t like to see my friends sick and alone.” 

“Aw, are we your friends?” Steven said with a small laugh as he sat back against the headboard. 

“Of course,” Jack said, pulling the covers up and over their legs. But he paused with the blankets at their waist and looked up into their eyes. Their faces were only a few inches away now, and it had heat crawling up Marc’s neck for reasons he didn’t quite understand at the moment. “Did you believe you weren’t my friends?”

It took a rather long time for them to answer, mainly because all three of them suddenly realized they hadn’t actually known they were friends until this moment, and that it was rather silly of them not to have figured it out until now. Eventually Steven fronted long enough to stammer out “N-Not exactly great at the whole friend thing”, earning a groan from both Jake and Marc immediately after. 

“That’s not what he meant,” Marc said, his face growing even hotter as Jack laughed, his hand brushing their chest as he brought it up to touch their shoulder. 

“I think I understand anyway,” he said, his eyes still sparkling with delight. “How’s Jake? Is he asleep?”

“I’m here,” Jake said, and Marc felt a soft warmth spread through their chest. It was Jake, preening happily at having been missed. He didn’t even seem to mind their stuffed nose anymore. “¿Te preocupé?”

Marc could’ve sworn he saw Jack’s face grow a little sheepish at Jake’s low, gravelly Spanish, but Jack straightened up again before he could get a good look. He would’ve been proud of Jake for being the one to fluster Jack this time. 

“You always worry me,” Jack said with a smirk. “All three of you. Now, did you take cold medicine?”

“Yes,” Steven answered, and Marc cringed at the memory of the disgusting syrup sliding down their throat. 

“Are you going to stay in bed and not try to power through it, Marc?”

“Yes,” Marc answered, rolling his eyes. 

“Did you eat?”

“We haven’t really been hungry,” Jake said with a shrug. “We tend to lose our appetite when we’re sick.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at them and crossed his arms. 

“Would that be code for ‘not a single thing in at least the last twenty-four hours’?” he said. Jake’s sheepish look seemed to answer his question, and he sighed. “You boys… I’ll make you some soup, how’s that sound?” he said, patting their chest before walking off towards the kitchen. “Soothe your throat and fill up your belly, sí?” 

“Oh no, no you don’t have to--!” Marc cut off as coughs racked their body again, squeezing their lungs painfully hard. Jack raised an eyebrow at him, and Marc waved him off, giving up on his vendetta against being taken care of. Jack gave a soft smile, and Marc felt their ears grow warm again. 

“Well,” Steven said, speaking through the reflection in the fish tank. “Glad to know we’re all smitten with him.”

“Hard not to be,” Jake muttered from his spot in the mirror again. “Look at him.”

Marc looked over Steven’s head at Jack in the kitchen, who was singing softly in Spanish as he cooked. 

“Recuérdame, hoy me tengo que ir mi amor, recuérdame, no llores por favor…”

“I dunno what you guys are talking about,” Marc muttered. He ignored the scoff from Steven and the raised eyebrow from Jake. They knew he was joking anyway. Of course he liked Jack too. 

How couldn’t I?

He closed his eyes for what he was certain was only a minute, but when he opened them again Jack was nudging his shoulder with a container of Vicks, a steaming bowl in his other hand. 

“Eat up,” he said. Jake fronted with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah, I’m not eating Vicks,” he said smoothly. “Pretty sure we’ll get menthol poisoning if we do that.”

“Is that a thing?” 

“Anything can poison you if you eat enough of it. I assume if you eat enough Vicks, you get poisoned.”

“By the menthol specifically? Not by anything else in there?”

“Yep.”

“A fair assumption,” Jack said, walking around to the other side of the bed and easing himself down to sit next to them. “But you know I was talking about the soup.”

Jake smiled. 

“I know you were talking about the soup.”

Jack held out the soup to them and they took it, taking small sips with the spoon. 

“Wow,” Steven said excitedly, his eyes growing wide at the taste. “This is amazing, Jack, what kind is it?”

“Tortilla soup,” Jack said easily. “I made a vegan version of the one my mother made for me as a pup. Family recipe. Should keep your stomach quiet now.”

“Oh bloody--could you hear it? You know I didn’t mean to let it go on this long, but we really just don’t get hungry when we’re sick--”

Jack laughed, patting their shoulder, and Marc had the distinct feeling that Steven only stopped talking so he could hear Jack’s mirth for a bit longer. 

“You’re fine, really,” Jack said. “It wasn’t actually that loud, I’m only teasing. In fact, if I weren’t a werewolf, I probably wouldn’t have heard it at all.”

“You can hear that well?” Marc said, taking another bite of the soup. Steven was right, it was delicious. 

“I can,” Jack said. “Smell too. Truth be told, I knew you were sick before you even opened the door.”

“Really?” Steven said, his endless curiosity bubbling in their chest along with the lovesick butterflies. “How?”

“I could smell the sickness as you came to the door,” he said. 

Steven cringed, immediately wishing he hadn’t asked, to which Jack chuckled again at the look on his face. 

“I don’t mean to say you smell,” he said. “I would be able to smell it on someone who didn’t even know they were getting sick yet. It’s the sickness itself that has the smell. And when you spoke I could hear the rasp, the way your breath scratched your throat. I couldn’t smell any food on your breath, and that combined with an empty belly, I knew you hadn’t eaten. I could even hear that your nose was stuffed, since your breath had trouble getting through.”

“So you already knew we were sick, but you asked what happened to us anyway?” Marc said. 

“Well, it’s rude to assume. Who knows, maybe you got attacked by a snot monster, and that’s why you're like this.” Marc laughed, and even though it hurt his throat, he didn’t stop until he was in a coughing fit, very nearly sloshing soup all over his bed. 

But he didn’t mind any of that, not really. All he could think about was that he couldn’t remember when the last time he laughed like that was. He’d laughed recently, laughed at Jake’s stupid puns, laughed at Steven putting a pen behind his ear and forgetting about it, but those didn’t feel like this. This was warm, and came from somewhere deep in his chest, deeper even than his heart. 

It scared him, but made him so happy at the same time. 

“Ugh,” he said, the last of his coughs and laughter ebbing away. “Speaking of snot monsters, I really am one today. Jake hates the feeling, he can’t even front for very long because it bothers him so much.”

“Well, that’s what this is for,” Jack said, holding up the container of Vicks Marc had completely forgotten about. He unscrewed the lid, but hesitated for a moment, looking up at Marc with a nervous quirk in his smile.

“May I?” he asked. Marc instantly felt heat crawl up his neck, and if they didn’t have a fever before, he was certain they did now. 

“Sure,” he said, undoing the top buttons of Steven’s pajama shirt. 

Jack took a small scoop of the vaporub on his fingers and gently started to rub it on their chest, leaning his shoulder against theirs. 

“So… is that how you help people?” Steven asked, clearly trying and failing not to be awkward. “With er, the senses thing, not with erm… Vicks.”

“Yes,” Jack said, his relaxed tone causing Steven to relax as well. “I listen for them. I can hear people talking all over the city if I get high enough. I can hear their voices, smell spikes of fear, hear their heartbeat speed up when they’re scared.”

“You can hear heartbeats?” Jake said. The Vicks was working, clearing their nose well enough to let Jake front comfortably. But Marc knew he didn’t front just because they could breathe now. 

“I can. Usually only when I’m closer to someone, but if the room is quiet enough, I can hear it from pretty far away.”

“Can you hear ours?” Jake asked. Jack looked at them, a certain softness in his eyes that Marc was sure mirrored their own. 

“I can,” he said. He moved his hand down their chest to rest over their heart, his fingers twitching slightly with each thump. “It’s always a little fast. Even when you sleep.”

Marc paused for a moment, listening for his own heart. He couldn’t hear it, but he could feel it, thumping hard and quick against Jack’s rough fingers. Faster than normal he would say. 

He set the soup aside, and moved to press his own hand on Jack’s heart, but hesitated, hovering just over his chest. Jack’s smile turned from nervous to confident, and he placed his other hand over theirs, pressing it to his own heart.

“Mine is also fast, yes,” he said softly. 

“You’re so warm,” Steven breathed. 

“No, your hands are cold.” Jack rubbed his kind fingers over their icy ones. His eyes turned up to meet theirs again, and they were warm too.

“I suppose so,” Marc said. There was something about being able to feel Jack’s heart beneath his hand. Feeling it thumping just under his fingers. It meant he was real. That this was real, whatever “this” happened to be. He knew how Jack felt about him, he could feel it, right in his chest. 

Heartbeats don’t lie, do they?

“¿Puedo robar un beso?” Jack said softly. Even though Marc didn’t know spanish, given the way their heart just sped up ten times faster he could take a wild guess at what he asked. 

“Y-You’ll get sick,” Jake stammered out. Jack chuckled. 

“Werewolves don’t get sick.”

There was a moment of stillness, like the scene were trapped in a photograph, frozen in time and space. Part of Marc wanted to stay here forever, staring into the soft eyes of the werewolf before him, but the other parts of him (and of the alters with him) were too excited for what would happen next. 

It could’ve been any one of them that made the first move. Maybe it was all of them together. It didn’t matter much though. All Marc knew was that their hand closed into a fist, gripping Jack’s shirt and pulling them forward into a kiss. 

It wasn’t heated, or passionate necessarily. Afterall, it’s hard to feel particularly passionate when your throat is on fire and your head is full of cotton. But passion was not really what they needed right now anyway. 

It was sweet, and soft. He tasted like coffee, a taste that likely would’ve been sharper had he not had a cold. Cafe con leche, his mind supplied dreamily, a wisp in the whirlwind going through his mind. 

It lasted a few moments, but it felt like both an eternity and an instant. When they broke apart they didn’t really, hovering in each other’s space in the same way broken glass still stays with its pieces in a mosaic. Broken apart but in the way of creating something new, not destroying something old. 

“Thank you for being here.” Marc was surprised to find that he was the one speaking, he would’ve expected a sappy thing like that to have come from Steven, maybe Jake, but not him. He’d blame it on his sickness-addled brain later, but only as a joke. 

“Of course,” Jack said. “I like to be here. For all of you.”

“Once we’re better, we’ll take you out properly, yeah?” Steven said excitedly. “We’ll help your friends and Elsa in Arizona, and then maybe we can go out somewhere. Have a dinner that you don’t have to make yourself, how’s that sound?”

Jack’s small smile grew wider, the little crinkles by his eyes bunching up in a way Marc couldn’t help but find, frankly, adorable. 

“We? As in, all of you want to be with me?” he said. “I knew I loved each of you but… well I didn’t realize each of you felt the same to me.”

“Of course, amor. That kiss was from all of us to you,” Jake answered. “Tienes nuestro corazón, no queda ni una sola pieza fuera.”

If their favorite werewolf’s love could be bottled, it would cure all ills.

[writingforstraykids]

Misc. Characters Masterlist🌹

Fluff: 🌹 / Angst:💭 / Smut:❤️‍🔥

Author: Moon 🌙/ Star✨/Saturn🪐/Venus💘

Work Count: 10

Carrie Fisher

Leia Organa

I love you too, princess (femReader)-🌹~✨&🌙 With Leia being scooped up in the palace of Alderaan you have to get inventive to see her again. So you decide to take your princess out on a secret date.

The perfect spot (gnReader)-🌹~🌙 As much as you hate the cold on Alderaan during winter, a certain princess never fails to warm your heart.

Colin Farrell

Percival Graves

So far and yet so close (femReader)-💭🌹~✨ You are in love with your boss, but he doesn’t quite get your intentions. Which makes your daily interactions more awkward than they should be.

Pedro Pascal (Din has his own Masterlist)

Javier Peña

Agent Whiskey

I’m here (femReader) -💭🌹🪐

Peña never thought that things would go south, but that was part of the job. Right? 

Tim Rockford

One Chance (femReader) -🪐

Jack was terrible at being professional with those he found tempting

Oscar Isaac (Poe and the moon boys have their own masterlist)

Gone missing (femReader) -🌹~🪐

Someone important has gone missing from your life. You feel as if you will never find them again. Your brightest idea was to tell Detective Rockford. 

Santiago Garcia

Scarlett Johansson

One day (femReader)-🌹❤️‍🔥~🪐

Fundraising and helping others is nice but Santiago can’t ever help himself around you. 

Natasha Romanoff

Hartley Rathaway

It’s yours (gnReader)-💭~🪐

You were rescued by a team but can you trust them? Last time you were part of a team, it didn’t go so well. 

Jack Russell

Taken too far (femReader) - 💭~✨

You walk in on Cisco freeing Hartley out of his cell, to find out what happened to Ronnie. Concerned about what might happen, you accompany them, only to witness the true extent of their rivalry. (Or in short: You are absolutely no fan of Cisco’s new addition to Hartley’s earbuds and your protectiveness causes issues of rivalry and jealousy to arise.)

Perdoname (femReader)-💭🌹~✨

You and Jack are usually doing well until he randomly disappears at certain times. Was it something that you did? Or is he hiding something?

[sweeterlovers]

F1 DRIVERS AND THE COUPLE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES THEY WOULD DRESS UP AS .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.

ARTHUR LECLERC - mario and princess peach

ALEX ALBON - mail man and a love letter

CHARLES LECLERC - harry potter and ginny weasley

CARLOS SAINZ - batman and catwoman

DANIEL RICCIARDO - carly and ricky bobby (from talledega nights)

FRANCO COLAPINTO - prince eric and ariel

GEORGE RUSSELL - blair waldorf and chuck bass

JACK DOOHAN - rapunzel and flynn

LEWIS HAMILTON - tricky and jake (from subway surfers)

LANDO NORRIS - a fireman and a dalmatian

LANCE STROLL - a hockey player and an ice skater

LOGAN SARGEANT - a football player and a cheerleader

LIAM LAWSON - lighting mcqueen and sally carrera

OSCAR PIASTRI - romeo and juliet

OLLIE BEARMAN - goldilocks and a bear

PIERRE GASLY - lola bunny and bugs

[marvelsgirl616]

The way he says “I need to remember you” while firmly yet desperately sniffing it 😩

[dannyricsmirrorball]

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okay so sorry for being kinda MIA lately,, i’ve just been busy w school and life but i’m on break so might be a tad more active. i have been working on stuff but kinda get bored or forget to complete them so i’m letting you all choose!

these are the fics i’ve started/almost finished already so let me know which one you’d like to see first so i can prioritise it and get it out ASAP!

here’s a little synopsis of the fics ;)

our secret • ls18

reader has been lance’s best friend for as long as they can both remember. everyone wants them together but what if they’ve been soft launching the whole time..?

brother’s best friend • gr63

it’s all in the title lol but basically reader is alex’s sister and is always tagging along with him and lily. george and the reader are also really good friends but lately they’ve been suspiciously hanging out a lot more…

everything has changed • jd14

reader is australia’s pop princess and also very close friends with australia’s resident golden boy daniel ricciardo. fans get excited at the prospect of their fave pop princess becoming a wag and off with the shipping wars. some are in the know but some are shocked to learn that she has a lost childhood friend in aussie f2 driver (and mate of danny ric) jack doohan, is it just a rekindling of friendship or is something more on the horizon?

3 peas in a pod • dr3

reader is longtime best friend of mclaren golden boy lando norris. daniel, lando, and y/n famously get on like 3 peas in a pod. fans have been shipping the reader with both boys, some adamant that she is just too young for daniel and that childhood friends to lovers will prevail whilst others are sure that lando is strictly a friend. as it becomes increasingly clear that y/n is dating one of them, how will these ship wars effect these long time friendships and relationships.

always an angel • jb22

fans quickly realise that f1 world champion jenson button and famous victoria secret angel y/n y/l/n are an item. most are ecstatic at the iconic pairing whilst some are jealous and delusional. whilst the pair are very much in love, the constant undermining of y/n as an individual or even a human being is starting to take a toll.

also i promise that tying the knot p4 will be out eventually,, i’ve just had a bit of a lull w it and thought i’d try out some other stuff first xx

thank you!

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Monster mash

Synopsis: Vampire!Reader is captured and to be killed during the hunt. Jack and Ted to the rescue!

Jack Russell X Vampire!Reader (they/them), Platonic Ted friendship too

Sorry Avatar fans but the little werewolf guy got me (I have like 3 different vampire/werewolf blogs so this really isnt a surprise)

Sequel

The Bloodstone manor was a frankensteined mass of ancient wood, marble, concrete and metal. The old home was gutted and wired into the 21st century. There was a sprawling once overgrown garden reworked into a modernist labyrinth. With all the new amendments it was a marvel it'd retained even half of it's beauty. Though perhaps dangling from chains at the center of the maze did rob some of its charms for you.

Your arms ached after the hours hanging in that position as you tried another feeble attempt as tugging your hands free. Your toes could just barely scrape against the stone bellow and kept you from getting better leverage. Still you tried to pull yourself up the chain again even if you quickly slipped and snapped back down hard.

You yelped before you dropped your chin to your chest with a deep frustrated sigh. You'd been un-gagged once they'd hung you here, you could shout out? Though who amongst the guests would do anything but laugh at your predicament. Hell best they'd offer would be a swift end.

Your lament was interrupted by the sounds of someones approach. He moved slow and carefully into the circular garden you hung in. All hunters seemed to have striking appearances but you couldn't help appreciate his. Beautiful suit, salt and pepper hair swept neatly to the side and intricate paint framing a handsome face.

It was daft to be admiring your soon to be executioner but simple pleasures were all that remained now. So you would enjoy the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose and those dark eyes at now fixated on you.

You stared back at his now frozen form. It was a little amusing seeing him frozen mid stride like a cartoon character. Though levity turned sour quickly as you kept focus on him. The man seemed to grimace at you, a lip curling slightly before his face smoothed out again. You frowned, confused at him before he began walking towards you.

A shiver of panic ran through you. The chill of the night suddenly present and sending goosebumps across your skin. The fizzing ran to your fingers as you tugged more frantically on your restraints.

"Woah woah hey! hey!" Jack whispered as he came closer to the now frantic vampire. Verussa Bloodstone had made the horrible announcement that she'd had one caught as an extra surprise for everyone. Jack Russell had met a few in his years. Some blood crazed and beyond help but a few definitely worth protecting.

"I am unarmed, please be still!" He whispered over the rattling of the chains. He cringed, first at the sound then at the reddening skin around their hold. The vampires body was filthy, clothing tattered and hair greasy. How long had they been captured for? There was no blood on them, had they not fought back?

The vampire's body stopped thrashing a moment and they snapped a wide expression to him. He felt a lump in his throat. Even hanging there they were a vision, with beautiful sad eyes staring back at him. The momentum from their struggled kept their body turning. They kept shifting their head to try keep him in sight. Jack moved into view, circling to keep himself visible to them as he looked up at the chain's mechanism.

You watched the man with uncertain eyes. His quizzical expression as he took in the chain, the stone above it was affixed to, it's anchoring. Your heart rate settled as you observed him, his calaveras paint made the little changes to his expression more visible in the low light. He didn't look like was going to strike a blow any time soon.

"My names Jack...Um...can I just..." He stammered as he stepped closer. You remained frozen, raising an eyebrow to him. "I'm going to see if I can get you down..." He continued, mumbling his words.

Jack stepped in closer again, meeting your eyes again with his hands raised. Waiting for permission to touch you?

"Please." You said, not liking how horse it came out in front of this hunter. Then his face split into a crooked smile that sent butterflies straight to your stomach.

Meanwhile Jack tried to stop the shake from his hands as he wrapped his arms around their legs and lifted. He was momentarily surprised by the cool sensation before he realized he'd made contact with your bare legs.

"Mierda, sorry..." Jack said as he tried to adjust his hold. His lift took the weight from your arms and you couldn't help a groan that escaped your lips. The ache in your arms relieved a moment you relaxed in his hold despite your sudden nerves.

"Y/n." You said, still keeping your eyes on him.

His hands felt hot against your skin and sent a buzz through you. This close you could catch the scent of him easier. It was intoxicating, one part deep forest in the rain with a touch of musk and something warm. It awakened an entirely different hunger.

Jack tried desperately to avoid your gaze locked on him, instead focusing on the chain. He felt bad enough for gripping your thigh even if your sigh proved he'd helped ease the pain. Still it was no time to be ogling you especially in such a compromised position.

"With the slack, do you think you could free your hands?" Jack asked. You shifted in his grip, leaning into him as you tried to tug the knotted chain. You could feel the heat radiating from him but tried to remain focused on the task at hand.

Your scent all but consumed Jack now. His face so close to the base of your throat and chest. It took enormous will power for him not to nestle in closer and take it in. He felt embarrassed enough with how fast his heart was pounding, he didn't want to add to that.

"Someone's coming." You whispered. You paused your attempt to quiet the rattling and listened out. Past Jack's heartbeat you heard another, slower and approaching.

Jack cursed, lowering your legs slowly and gently before shifting away. A panic bubbled in you again. He was going to leave you here? Of course he was, he was a hunter wasn't he? Then he turned back, soft hazel eyes locking onto yours.

"I'm here for my friend, Ted, I'll draw them off, find him then we'll come back for you okay?" He promised with a sincerity in his smile that had you convinced in a second. You nodded, smiling tightly back at him.

Jack ran off into the maze, shoes slapping loudly against stone. The approaching hunter veered off course and you listened to them fade away. Then you were alone again, pain singing loudly up your arms.

You started swinging your legs. At first in some attempt for escape but it gradually grew into a way to waste a little time. Ticking like a pendulum in the growing chill of the night. You hoped Jack would be back before your arms died entirely.

You were brought out of your daze by a fresh scent lilting through the breeze. The familiar notes of nature but different, fresher somehow? You stilled your waving legs, letting your rocking slow until you were hanging rigid.

The smell lingered, strong and close but you couldn't hear the pattering of Jack. Though as you strained you did hear another heart approach. Then another behind you beating strong and steady. You were going to try turn when another hunter entered the circle.

He wasn't Jack. He was taller, broader and his smirk was cruel. He stalked forward like a predator, eyes raking up and down his prey. You squirmed under his gaze and let out a low hiss.

"Well, pretty sure you were meant to be a prize for the winner~" He purred as he approached. He put a hand on your hip before harshly pushing you. The chain spun you in circles as he laughed.

"Oh this is just too good!" He jeered. You thrashed violently, trying harder to pull free.

In glimpses you saw his laughing face, then something looming behind him, then a mass of roots and nature and blazing red eyes. Then he was screaming in a burst of bright flame, flesh searing and turning to ash in the claws of the hunts real target. A creature unlike any you'd encountered before but that held that same earthy scent Jack had.

"...Ted?" You breathed out. You had to suppress a squeak when the creatures massive head snapped up to you. The pieces seemed to fall in place in that second as Ted's face shifted, his eyes softening to you.

"Ted!" You smiled gently as his great clawed hand reached to you, stilling your spinning with the ease of just one finger. "Your friend Jack was here."

Ted's eyes widened and a low grumbling came from deep in his chest. He sounded surprised but appreciative, though whatever words were in the rumble escaped your ears. You didn't even have to ask as his other hand gripped the chain. It melted away and you dropped to your feet, what was left clattering from your wrists to the stone floor.

Your balance was gone and you tipped forward on unsteady legs. Ted's hand was raised still and you caught yourself on his thumb. He looked to you with sympathetic eyes as you tried to stretch out the strain in your shoulders.

"Thank you Ted," You said, patting his hand as you tried your legs again. More stable this time you took a few steps and feeling seemed to return to you. "We should stay low, avoid the hunters until we can find your friend?" You asked.

Ted nodded deeply shifting back the way he'd come, pausing briefly and looking over his shoulder to you. You jogged after him, glad for him accepting to your tagging along.

You shifted quietly through the maze, listening carefully before taking corners. It was harder for Ted, the bloodstone was affixed to his shoulder and seemed to be causing some amount of pain. Every few steps he growled against the sting.

Another hunter passed ahead and Ted grabbed your body in one hand. He dove back into the shrubbery with you now dangling in his hand. It was odd to be held by him, feeling more like hanging from a tree limb than a hand. Vines and moss seemed to grown against his skin, little glimpses of flowering plants amongst blades of grass up against his shoulders. He was a lovely creature and the idea of the others hunting him made you suddenly furious.

Ted made an odd grumble turning slightly. You wanted to ask but where sure now you'd only be met with more grumbling growls. He let out a louder roar pushing a clawed hand through the shrubbery.

You primed yourself to pounce out for a fight but the rumbling in Ted's chest sounded more like a pleasant chuckle.

"Hey! hey! What's up?" Jack cooed. Through the ivy Jack met eyes with his old friend, a delighted smile spreading across his face. He reassured him through the small space before Jack spied Ted's other hand.

"Oh you found them! Good good, this makes things a whole lot easier!" He grinned up at you with a slight wave. You returned it, wobbling unsteadily in Ted's grip, before holding back onto his hand.

"Oh...um Ted? Maybe you could let them down again?" Jack smiled nervously. Ted rumbled a response but gently placed you back on your feet. "Well yes but they are okay now, right?"

Jack's eyes met your confused expression.

"You understand him?" You asked.

"Yes of course." Jack answered matter of factlly before moving on to share his plan. You shrugged to yourself before you heard another approach.

Jack and Ted both reacted too. Ted immediately had you by the shoulders and was pulling you off to hide again, whilst Jack scrambled away. You ran along side Ted keeping pace with his strides. He wailed again as the bloodstone burned against his skin.

Pity for him swelled again. Ted was being so kind to you, he didn't deserve to be trapped in here in so much pain. Jack at least understood that too but why was still a mystery. Hunters of the past may have had a different code but these days it was kill first ask questions never. Why was he different?

You hid again against the smooth stone peaking into the gloom for anyone sneaking up on you both. Ted slumped against the ivy with a groan. Still he kept an eye down the other side with his back to you. You were glad he seemed to trust you, it'd been a while since you'd had a real ally.

Ted's claw hooked your arm, tugging you towards the shrubbery. You turned spying the bearded hunter approaching it. You stiffened ready to pounce if he drew too close but he was distracted. Another hunter yelled to him and he spun.

Ted reached a hand out gripping the hunters head and setting it ablaze. You leapt out to the other hissing and bearing fangs but stilled. Her weapons were lowered and her hands raised so you snapped your mouth shut. Ted roared furiously at her but she remained still, then she addressed him.

"Your friend is waiting for you both." She explained.

Ted grumbled pleasantly his body relaxing as Elsa lead you both back through the labyrinth. You jogged on the rear keeping a head spinning back for the other hunters. You could hear them all around, approaching the thundering footsteps of your new friend as he ran.

An explosion rang out ahead of you, Elsa diving to the side as some rumble from the wall bust out towards her. You slowed to a stop as Ted ran ahead to the gash in the external wall. Elsa flung a grapple out pulling the stone from his back as he ran out.

He bellowed pleasantly and you couldn't help but laugh. Elsa and Jack beamed as you jogged towards the hole. The stone shone on the floor, angry red light that made your eyes water. You practically snarled as you passed it and sprinted across the grass.

You paused when you heard a strange sound, followed by a grunt. Where was Jack? In the gloom you could make out the hunters circled around him, prone on the ground. What was he doing?

"Ted! Ted stop!" You called quietly as you tried to catch up to him. He stilled vines whipping out from his body as he turned. Ted chirped and tilted his head to you.

"Jack! Something happened he's still back there." You exclaimed. Ted made a groaning sound before he scooped you up again. You'd stopped being surprised by this now and instead gripped onto the moss of his back when he placed you there. He could be surprisingly nimble for such a large creature, moving swiftly back through the labyrinth and up to the manor.

"Wait stop here." You called slipping down off his back to land on the ground. "I'll sneak in here, we have to figure out how to go about this without getting caught again."

Ted grumbled some approval looking around before pointing off to the glass domed roof. You nodded and he jogged off towards it as you kept low around the side of the building. There were windows and doors but the likely hood of an alarm being triggered was high.

It took some time by you found your way to an open door. An elderly man walked through and past into the halls of the home. You wedged a foot in the gap letting him walk on before slipping through.

For an awful few moments you worried an alarm would blare. That they somehow had more security that would descend on you again. Had you fought harder, risked killing those who hunted you first maybe you'd never have ended up here. Then again if you had perhaps you'd still be alone.

All signs showed you were too late. A commotion in one of the rooms drew your focus and you slipped in with armored figures before the doors shut. Jack was gone and Elsa remained in a cage at the center looking terrified. The other figures spun around the room but missed your sudden appearance. It was only when a werewolf dropped from the ceiling you realized you were the least of their concerns right now.

You rushed the cage as attention fell upon the figure tearing into the security. You could barely take your eyes off the attack. Wild fur, pointed ears, snarling and claws. All was a blur of motion and snapping.

"Elsa!" You called to her. She was already moving to climb out of the cage but you bent the bars ahead of her. She frowned a little but smiled to you with a curt nod. She clambered out as your eyes focused again on the werewolf, preparing to fight back if it came to that. Something in it's scent caught you then, a warm musk and his face still painted.

"Christ is that Jack?" You asked watching again as the werewolf leapt to another foe. Elsa didn't respond just rushing to the wall to grab a sword before the hunter in white reappeared. It had to be right?

You sensed the hunter diving to the side as they took a swing. You tucked and rolled bashing into the wall. You looked up stunned feeling the nights events hitting you harder now than before.

The bloodstone matriarch was in front of you the vibrant stone flashing and you hit the wall again. You let out a shriek and collapsed to the ground, black spotting in your vision as you spied Jack hurling himself at her.

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Jack awoke as he did most nights after a full moon, though maybe feeling a little worse than normal. His body ached from the change, his mind reeling and confused as he tried to piece together the events that lead him here.

A soft song drifted on the morning breeze as he groaned pulling himself out towards Ted. He struggled to his feet, cloak wrapped around his naked body against the morning chill. Ted offered him tea and he took it moving to sit with his friend as he recollected himself.

His hands shook. Elsa? He'd been trapped in there with her. He asked Ted but his conscious was clear. She was fine and well back at the manor. Ted and him joked as he began to feel more himself. The night coming back to him in reverse he was startled by another thought.

"Wait our new friend, y/n, the vampire?" He asked Ted in a sudden panic. Ted shifted his leg chirping an explanation. He'd smashed into the estate, scooped up this one and took them with him as he ran off to find Jack. They now laid curled up in the shade Ted provided at his feet. Sleeping soundly in the dewy grass it seemed.

Jack admired their peaceful expression before Ted mumbled something. Jack felt the heat rise to his cheeks and he huffed.

"No! I was just worried they were still caught is all." He grumbled, crossing the cloak in tighter as he buried himself in the tea. Still considering Ted seemed to have taken a liking to their new friend, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to convince them to come along?

[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. 

[itsmoonchik]

i miss him (a character that has been on screen for 5 minutes and then disappeared without a trace)

[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!

PS: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

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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high infidelity — jack russell

summary: the heir of ulysses bloodstone has fallen for a monster pairing: jack russell x fem!bloodstone!reader word count: 3k tags: song fic, cheating, arranged marriage, family trauma, angst and fluff, happy ending (let me know if anything else should be added!) note: inspiration came from high infidelity by taylor swift, hence the name of this fic!

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You were miserable. Having to live in a mansion all by yourself, surrounded only by employers and your horrible stepmother. Forced to be a hunter because it was expected of you from the moment you were born.

As the daughter of Ulysses Bloodstone, you had to aspire to perfection. Nothing you ever accomplished seemed to be good enough, so you always had to just do better. From a very young age, you were reminded that no accomplishment will ever be enough.

There was no escape from your inevitable destiny. It doesn't matter if you want this life or not. You had to become a hunter and you must live up to your name. Had to make your father proud. Had to prove you're truly worthy of your birthright.

And you did, especially after your older sister fled and it was only you to continue the legacy. The entire pressure on your shoulders.

Maybe you should've escaped like she did. You'd be so much happier anywhere but here, but for some reason you stayed. Motivated by the ridiculous sense of responsibility, the love you had for your father despite his many flaws, or because this life is all you've ever known...you never knew what made you stay, but you did. And now you're doomed.

No one around you is in your team. Your father is far too worried about other stuff to really care about you. Your stepmother only sees you as some sort of toy or tool, so you only ever exist when she needs something from you. Other hunters expect your downfall so they can take your place. Your sister left you behind and never tried to contact you. It's been you against the world all your life.

You found some hope and comfort, as twisted as it might sound, in the news your father shared with you over dinner just a few months before he passed away: someone was interested in asking for your hand in marriage.

Of course you hated the idea of an arranged marriage, but maybe whoever was asking to marry you could become a true partner, someone to really be there for you. It wasn't ideal, but at least you'll stop feeling alone. After years of feeling like no one was truly there, you were practically begging for someone to show the slightest interest in you. As bad as it sounds, you were just desperately trying to clung onto anyone willing to hold you.

Once again, you were met with disappointment. The only sentiment you're allowed to feel in this life, apparently.

You had to meet your soon-to-be husband at a very awkward dinner. He was very handsome and a skillful hunter, and he looked genuinely interested in you from the moment he laid eyes on you, but it was clear to you that his interest existed for all the wrong reasons. From the very first exchange, you knew that he only cares about your last name.

Still, you tried to make it work. Maybe he can be a decent partner. Maybe he changes and genuinely falls in love with you when he gets to know you. Maybe it won't be that bad.

But that mindset didn't last very long, because things are entirely different now. You can't marry him and you can't stand the idea of having to spend every single day with him. To wake up next to him, to have a family with him, to pretend you're content with your life. You don’t want to try to be okay with any of this anymore.

It's impossible to give him a chance when your heart already belongs to someone else.

Before your engagement was announced, you had the pleasure of crossing paths with Jack Russell. He attended a meeting at the mansion and you happened to meet him there. The two of you talked almost all night, exchanging glances and quick smiles whenever you weren't directly interacting.

That's how it started. That's how you met the most wonderful man in the entire world. The most caring, loving, compassionate and dedicated man. He was captivated by you the second he met you, and you finally felt like someone sees you for who you are. He was interested in you for all the right reasons, and there was no way of staying away from each other after that night.

The feeling of being around him was intoxicating. To finally discover someone who genuinely cares. It was like you were living in this terrible world where everything was dark and lacked meaning, and he was the one who brought light to even the darkest of corners.

Every second away from him was absolute torture, but since no one in your life seemed to care enough to keep track on you, it was easy to sneak behind everyone’s back and be with him. That would explain why neither of you are currently in the big hall with the rest of the hunters that your stepmother invited.

You excused yourself to go upstairs to your bedroom claiming you weren't feeling good. Not so long after, Jack casually had to answer a very important phone call that forced him to leave the room as well. Truth is, he was also making his way upstairs to your bedroom.

And right now, with his lips pressed to yours and your hands tangled in his hair, life just makes sense. It's like you're not even there until he's around. Only he has the power to make you feel like this. Like he's bringing you back to life from the torture that is being the heir of Ulysses Bloodstone.

Jack didn't care about anything that had to do with your family. His love and admiration for you is so much deeper than that. Your team of one was finally welcoming a new member that you wanted to keep next to you forever.

But even when things with Jack were incredible, you often found yourself still feeling miserable because you really want things to be different. It's him the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. You want to be the one he looks for in a crowded room. You want to be the one he holds close at night. You want to be his reason why life's worth living.

You don't want to be a leader, or a hunter, or an heir. Jack was able to change your entire perspective when it came to hunting, showing you just how mistaken you were about 'monsters'. Now, the mere idea of hunting makes you sick to your stomach.

Needless to say, it was quite a shock to find out you had fallen for a werewolf. It was almost ironic, in fact. He trusted you with his secret almost immediately, wanting you to know all there is about him from the start. The fact that he immediately trusted a secret like that to a Bloodstone proved just how much he didn't care about your upbringing. He knew you were one of the good ones, that was unlucky enough to be surrounded by bad guys, forced to learn to behave like one because that's all you knew. Evidently, you never broke that trust and you kept his secret.

Still, it was a very big confession that he just threw your way barely fazed by the caliber of his words. Only when he noticed your expression, he looked worried– scared, even. He'd always get insecure about this side of him, so he immediately feared you were going to push him away.

"I'm sorry, I–" Jack tried, hoping to be able to reason with you. "I just did what I thought was right. I don't want secrets between us."

"I...I just don't understand. Aren't you a hunter?" was all you had to say. "I mean, how is that possible?"

"Was my acting that good?" he tried to joke, just to make the situation less awkward. "I'm not a hunter. Never was, never will be."

It was very strange at first. You never saw it coming, though you appreciated the fact that he was so open about it and willing to tell you right away despite the dangers that came with it.

And you could practically hear the cries of horror coming from your family because you didn't try to kill him the second he revealed he's a werewolf. Your father was probably rolling in his grave because his successor is fraternizing with the enemy (and doing a lot more than just basic cordiality). They'd probably kill you too if they ever find out about this.

Not like you care much about consequences, anyway. Not when you have Jack by your side. Nothing else matters compared to him. And if anyone tries to hurt him, you'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe.

You were extremely grateful that he was there to show you an entirely new perspective. He introduced you to many of his friends, all of them much friendlier than all the hunters you've met (a statement that definitely includes your family too). Your eyes were open to a new reality and it made you realize the true monsters are the ones staring back at you every single day. Your fiancée, your stepmother, the large portrait of your father staring down at you from above the large fireplace in the living room.

But worst of all was realizing that there was also a monster staring back at you whenever you were standing in front of the mirror.

"This is horrible," you had commented once. It was only you and Jack walking across the forest. The two of you just visited a few of Jack's friends. that were attacked by hunters a few days ago and decided to hide for a little while. "They're trying to live their lives and we're out here hunting them just because we feel like it? Because someone said they're dangerous and we just ran with it? It's not fair."

"You're not like the others," he reminded you. "Even they can tell."

"Yeah, but I used to be," you sighed, wishing you could just turn back time. "I did a lot of things I'm not proud of, Jack. Things you'd hate me for, and you have all the right to."

Jack forced you to stop walking, gently grabbing your hand to turn you around so you could look at him. His eyes were as soft as ever as he stared back at you. "You have the kindest heart I've ever known, mi amor. It was you who told me not to let my killings define me because I don't know any better, and right now I think you should listen to your own words," he finished with a sympathetic smile.

You barely nodded, guilt and regret still eating you from the inside, your mind filled with all of these memories of who you used to be. "I'm so sorry..." you muttered as Jack immediately pulled you in for a hug. "I'm so sorry..." you repeated, wrapping your arms around him.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay..." he says in a gentle voice, trying his best to comfort you. "You were willing to see things in a new perspective and now you've changed. That's all that matters."

From that day on, you swore things will change when and if you take over. No more ruthless hunting, just when and if it's necessary. Just when there's really a beast that needs to be stopped, and even then maybe killing them is too much. There's got to be a much humane way of dealing with them.

It was unclear how you'd be able to make that happen but, again, with Jack by your side you feel pretty invincible.

Unfortunately, Jack couldn't stay upstairs with you for too long. You laid in bed, still thinking about him. His lips exploring your neck and his hands eagerly roaming over your body. He left just a few minutes ago but you already miss him like you haven't seen him in decades. It was getting harder not to be around him whenever you want, making you think to yourself as you lay there just how long you'll be able to pretend this hunter lifestyle isn't slowly killing you.

The next day was pretty uneventful. If you closed your eyes long enough, you could still feel Jack's hands gripping your hips and listen to his whispers as he verbalized his love for you in the forms of "you're beautiful", "I could stay here with you forever" and "when did I get so lucky?".

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely noticed your fiancée walking inside the room you were in. Suddenly, the book you were holding was the most important thing as you tried to act like you were reading instead of daydreaming.

"Feeling better today?" he asks, a hint of venom in his words. You figured he was just a little upset because you left to go to bed early, which is not what ‘the heir’ should do.

"Yes, a lot better. Thank you," you replied, looking up at him to give him a fake smile before looking back down at your book. Despite thinking that was the end of that, he stood in front of you, forcing you to look up again. "Is there something else I can help you with?" you asked, a little irritated that he's just standing there staring at you.

He looked more frustrated than ever. "I'd appreciate it if you could just tell me the truth for once, you know?"

Your stomach dropped, but tried to act like you had no idea what he was talking about. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He scoffed almost immediately. "You really think I'm that stupid? That I don't see the way he looks at you? Or how you two are always sneaking around behind everyone's back every chance you get?"

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. He knows? Oh, of course he knows, how could he not? But still, you wonder...how long has he known about you and Jack?

Before you could even ask, your partner spoke again. "I know you're seeing him. I know you're with him when you claim to go out on a 'hunting trip'. I know he gave you that necklace you always wear. I know you always run to him whenever you have the chance." You sat there in front of him completely speechless, which only encouraged him to continue. "What, you're not even gonna try to deny it?"

There was a quick pause.

"You said you wanted me to tell you the truth," was your cryptic reply, shrugging.

"So you are seeing him."

"Would it make any difference if I try to convince you otherwise?"

"Not really, but it'd be nice to know that you care at least a little about me– about us."

"Us?” you immediately say, almost as if the word was insulting to hear. “There is no us, don't you see?"

He gave you a look that showed you exactly how hurt he was, but after all this time knowing him, you couldn't shake off the feeling that he's not exactly hurting because he's realizing he completely lost you. He just lost his prize. "I loved you. I've been trying to make this work for both of us."

Perhaps he didn't even realize how much you were hurting while being in this arrangement, and he probably hasn't realized he's been loving you the wrong way.

"You really think something good could ever come out of this? I knew you were going to be my husband before I even met you in person. Can't you see how fucked up that is? We've been forced into this, there's no way love– true love, can grow in these circumstances."

"So you had to run to him?" he snapped. "He showed you what 'true love' is? Is that it? He gave you everything I never will?"

"Why are we even doing this?" you snapped, getting frustrated. "Do you really want to know every little detail there is about me and Jack?"

"I think I've noticed enough," he replied. "I can't believe you were capable of this."

"Well, sorry for not living up to the idea you made up in your head when you decided you wanted to marry me."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Did you ask my father to marry me because you actually wanted me, or was it because I was the easy way of accessing the Bloodstone legacy? Right now, to this day, the idea of permanently joining this family isn't one of the many reasons why you're here?" you confronted him, and obviously he didn't have much to say. "Haven't you been silent about me and Jack all this time just so you don't risk losing your place here?"

He didn't speak after that, so you stood up from your seat and walked closer to him. "I'm not proud of the way this unfolded, but Jack's the only person that has ever made me feel like I'm worth something beyond my last name and I deeply love him. What we have is the most precious thing I have right now, and I can't give that up."

His eyes traveled down to your hands when he noticed you were taking off your ring. You never really liked it anyway. Your stepmother picked it for you. Oh, how you absolutely despise that woman.

"Here," you continue as you hand him the ring, which he accepted with a perplexed expression. "You can have this, the mansion, the leadership, absolutely everything you wanted. I'm done trying to pretend like that's what I want."

"What are you doing?" he finally asks, turning to look at you as you're about to leave the room.

"I quit, basically," you say nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. To all the hunters out there it might be, but you couldn't care any less about this anymore.

He thankfully didn't stop you as you walked out of the room, still feeling the adrenaline rushing through your body. Did you really just say that? It wasn't one of those rants you do all by yourself? Those little moments you take to daydream of what it would be like to not be here living this life?

No. This is real. You're finally free.

With the biggest smile on your face, you rushed upstairs to gather your things and stuff them in suitcases as fast as you could, already starting to picture what freedom will be like. Just you and Jack, saving innocent creatures from the hunters, sharing your love for one another without anything standing in the way. You just couldn't wait to tell him about this.

[onbearfeet]

Rainy night at Bloodstone Manor

(aka it's raining here and I'm feeling drabbly)

It wasn't a particularly dark or stormy night.

Mostly, it was wet. Rain came spilling haphazardly out of the indifferent cloud cover, fat drops that splattered on the roof, trickled down the windowpanes, and dribbled out the drainpipes. Not light, not heavy, not dramatic--just wet. There was nothing to hunt, nothing trying to kill the inhabitants of Bloodstone Manor, nothing to do but be indoors.

Elsa was ensconced in the library, curled in her favorite chair with a small fortress of books stacked around her and a cooling cup of tea at her elbow. The fire crackling in the grate was small, but sufficient. She'd be awake all night.

Ted liked to spend rainy nights in the conservatory at the tip of the south wing. He sat tailor-fashion in the middle of what had once been Verussa Bloodstone's prized poisonous fern collection, listening to the song of the rain on the glass.

Bucky was in the cupola, wrapped up in several quilts and enjoying the unique combination of being warm and dry even as he could smell the rain. His vibranium left hand was wrapped around an enormous mug of coffee and his eyes were closed in contentment.

Jack was in his bedroom, under five layers of blankets, snoring contentedly with the window cracked. He'd made himself a cup of champurrado and gone to bed early. Rain meant denning up; everyone knew that.

[lollipencil]

High Tide: Part 3

Originally this part was going to be completly different, but then I rewatched Werewolf By Night and this popped into my head.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

From the murky corner of the tank he was being held in, Steven knew he was screwed. For two whole days, he'd watched as monsters of different sizes and shapes were dragged, kicking and wailing, from the room he was in to the set of double doors just to his left. Few came out again. And those who did were always missing something.

Clumps of feathers. Patches of skin. Teeth. Whole limbs. And based on the looks of the people who stopped in front of his tank in the last couple of hours, Steven was next.

---

When the tank was carried through the double doors, the tears finally came. Warming the water around his eyes, he sliently wept as the surgical theater was revealed to him. Blood still covered the table as the man finished screwing in the specially made straps. Steven started to unconsciously shake his head, as if that little sign of intelligence was enough to stop them. But, the men turned to him, drills replaced by cattle prods, and began to unlatch the tank's lid.

Thud!

The sound startled both the men and Steven. They turned from him, focused on the doors. Faintly, human screams could be made out along with snarls and roars. Then, for just a moment, silence.

Suddenly, a wooden table came soaring through the doors. It clonked both the men in the head, one harder than the other. Both went down like boulders. A massive green body with bright red eyes strode in with purpose toward the one man who was still awake. He scrambles on the red-slick tiles, before the creature's hand clamps down on his head. The man's screams seemed crystal-clear to Steven as he watched the man burst into flames, quickly withering to a charred husk that flopped to the floor.

If Steven had been out in the open air, his quivering breaths would have been as loud as road construction at six in the morning. He couldn't stop looking at what once was the man, until a faint sound shook him.

The lid was open. One of those great, fire-inducing hands was reaching down.

With a silent scream, Steven slammed himself against the glass as flat as his body would allow him to go. Water sloshed out of the box as the hand and Steven's movements displaced it. Then, nothing happened.

The hand sat in the tank. The water remained the same tempature. No bubbling, no touching. Just was there, fingers half curled. Waiting.

Eventually, Steven turned to look at it. It looked just like a normal human hand: if they could grow big enough to enclose around most of Steven's chest, and composed of plant matter in place of flesh. Hesitantly brushing his own scaled hand over it, a texture closer to a plant stem greeted him. As Steven gripped one finger, his scales blended in almost perfectly, and the thumb moved so slowly to gently rub the back of his hand.

Oh. This creature wasn't going to hurt him.

The knowledge hit like a truck. Steven instantly sagged in relief, not even caring when the creature held him by his hips with both hands and lifted him out. A deep soothing rumble was the first clear sound Steven had heard in over two days, emanating from the creature's chest. The smell of old blood and stagnant water had Steven gag through his first breath of air.

As if suddenly noticing where they were, the creature hummed and tucked Steven into his shoulder while walking out. All of the cages in the other room were open and human bodies littered the floor. Steven just turned his head into that broad shoulder and tried to block out the massacre.

The next time he turned to the world, it was to a large and impossibly fancy bathroom. Somehow, it didn't surprise him too much. The creature set him down into the bathtub and, after some thumbling with the controls, managed to get the shower head running. Sighing happily, Steven shoved his head under the spray and shifted. Standing was harder than usual, knees wobbling from disuse, but he did it. And the feeling of warmth on his skin almost brought tears to his eyes.

Steven was so entranced by the feeling, he completely missed the creature leaving the room. At least, until he came back.

The door closing made Steven jolt slightly, only mitigated by the prominent bulk of dark green in the corner of his eye. The creature rumbled, set a bundle of clothes on the closed toilet seat, and waved on his way back out. Turning off the shower head, Steven staggered over to the towel rail.

Once he was moderately sure that he was dry, Steven pulled everything on and left the bathroom. The creature was waiting by the door, hairdryer in hand and plugged in. Soon after, Steven's newly fluffy hair was hidden behind a knitted hat.

And, with a mutual nod, they both left.

---

Jack stirred with the usual aches after a full moon. And to a voice that was very unusual. "-yeah, just like that," the new voice softly encouraged, "They can be read from left to right, right to left, or in columns from up to down. You see the ones with faces?" Ted grumbled in agreement, and Jack relaxed and began to crawl out of his shelter. "They will always face the direction you should read it from."

The new voice was bundled in warm clothes and a gentle smile. What looked like egyptian hieroglyphs were drawn in the dirt, Ted was studying them with interest. Once Ted noticed Jack was awake, he hummed and offered him a cup of coffee. "Thanks," Jack murmered tiredly. "Good morning," their guest waved as Ted refilled his cup, "Cheers, mate." The skin of his hands briefly shifted to green and amber scales with webbed, clawed fingers, answering Jack's unspoken question.

"Rough night," Jack noted. "Yeah, got better though. I'm Steven." "Jack, hope I didn't do any upsetting last night-" "No, no, you were fine! You were already asleep anyways, got more than I did."

After that, silence settled in. Suddenly, Ted hummed a question in their direction. "Would you like to join us for breakfast?" Jack translated. "That sounds, really good," Steven admitted, "What were you guys thinking of?" "I think there's a bakery not too far from here?" "...Yeah alright."

[heartsfromjeanee]

Never Close Enough

Jack Russell x Reader

Summary: The day after the full moon is always a rough one and needs you the most at that time. Warnings: smut, 18+ ((also I didn't proofread this very well so there may be some errors ))

It was the night after the full moon, this transformation had been particularly rough on Jack. You weren’t sure what he had done as a werewolf last night, but all you knew is Jack felt completely awful both physically and mentally. He wouldn’t speak much, which was quite rare for him, and refused to leave your side whatsoever.

For most of the day, the both of you spent curled up in your bed as he rested. He slept for most of the time, and when he wasn’t sleeping, he would mumble things to himself in Spanish while you ran your hand through his hair comforting him.

Finally, he broke the silence with a soft “Mi amor.” That left his left his lips. You turned your head to look him in the eyes as he stared up at you with his big green ones. “Need you. Por favor.”

You furrowed your brows for a moment, trying to understand what he meant, until you felt his hand slowly drift down toward the inner of your thigh. You quickly caught on to what he meant and left out a soft “oh”.

Without another moment to spare, you maneuvered yourself, so you were now on top of him, careful to not apply to much body weight onto him as he was still a bit sore from the evening before. Both of your arms were on either side of him as you supported yourself, and you connect your lips to his, commencing a slow and passionate kiss.

Jack’s arms moved onto your hips, pushing them down onto his, trying to get a bit of friction to where he needed it most. He left out a whimper as he grinded up into you, the pleasure feeling just right.

You and Jack were both only in your underwear, so there wasn’t much undressing that either of you needed to do from that point. Jack moved his hands an inch from where they had been so he could take your underwear off, then you sat yourself up so you could get them fully off while he removed his own.

Jack didn’t waste any time getting you back on top of him, this time making your body pressed completely on top of his as he didn’t care about the tinge of pain from being sore, he just need you as close as physically possible.

You reached down to grab his cock, lining it up at your entrance, then slowly lowering yourself onto it. You let out a gasp of pleasure while Jack let out a low groan as he eyes squeezed shut.

You began to move yourself up and down gradually, you leaned your head into Jacks neck.

“Yes Amor, so so good. Just like that.” He mumbled out as he let his hands roam to your ass, starting his own pace as he began to thrust up into you. You cried out his name and threw your head back, Jack taking this opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, leaving little love bits everywhere he could.

“Shit Jack, I’m gonna cum.” You whined out, moving one of your hands into his hair, giving a gentle tug on it. Jack gasp and placed his head back on the pillow.

“Cum amor, cum with me. Please mi amor.” He begged as he watched you face as her eyes shut and mouth open as you moaned. You felt that knot within you break, and pleasure watched over you, Jack followed suit, cumming only seconds later.

As you both began to come down from your highs, you brought your head back down to kiss him again, it was sloppy but sweet. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, placing your head to rest on his shoulder, your eyes struggling to stay open as sleepiness began to wash over you.

“Te amo mucho. You're so good to me.” You heard Jack whisper, his arms coming to wrap around your body.

“Te amo.” You whispered back, Jack placing a soft kiss against your forehead and moment after you fell asleep, with Jack still filled up inside of you.

[umgeorge]

jack doohan and george russell arrive to the track on practice day, mexico - october 27, 2023 📷 gerardo vieyra / imago

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Go to bed

Jack Russell x Reader

Fluff just pure fluff. Doing a couple short fics atm to get back into it. Still only sleeping few hours every couple of days rn

Summary: Jack cuts movie night off short when you cannot seem to stay awake.

Does anyone know if Ted can eat?

Working with Ted and Jack was exhausting. Constantly on the move, sleeping rough in tents and run down motels. That was if you were lucky. Between constant fights, hunting and running there was very little time to rest.

Until now.

There'd been a break in cases. No new trails to follow or friends to rescue. Just a couple weeks in a cabin in the woods with your two closest friends and a bunch of DVDs to watch.

"Please!" You called. Jack groans a response from the kitchen while you lounged on the sofa. Streams of days last light lit dust like fireflies through the cozy space. The sweet smell of the popcorn drifted through with Jack as he stomped his feet slightly.

"Really? Wolfman?" He cringed as he joined you.

"You said I could pick first!" You joked as you reached for the popcorn. Jack swiftly held it up over his head with a chuckle. Not deterred you continued to swipe for it half climbing over Jack to claim a handful.

Before you fingers could even graze it Ted had the bowl snatched as he stalked across the carpet. He grumbled something shifting his shoulders in what you could tell was laughter. Jack immediately stiffened under you before you shifted your weight from where it'd been pressed against him.

"Well...uh...it's fine...." Jack stammered, clearing his throat before jumping up to grab the remote. You nestled further to the middle of the sofa, making room for your largest companion. Ted rumbled an appreciative sound before moving into the space you'd created.

As the film droned on you couldn't help the heaviness in your eyelids nor the way your head slumped against your palm. You really were exhausted in that bone deep way. Still you fought it off best you could. This was the first real break you'd shared with Ted and Jack and you didn't want to fall asleep on them.

Fate had other plans as Jack soon realized. He'd hardly been paying the movie much attention. Instead he was lost in symphonies of sensations. Your thigh pressed to his, the heat radiating across his skin where your bodies made contact. Then the slight slowing of your breath as you relaxed further, a shoulder coming to rest against his own.

He didn't dare take his eyes from the screen. He'd had enough of Ted mocking his flustered state around you. He just took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself. Big mistake.

He was overcome with your scents. The shampoo you used that always made him drift in closer; the sugary sweet where popcorn graced your lips, even scent from your skin. The natural scent of you that had slowly become so mixed in with his own that it made his head spin.

Jack almost yelped when your head flopped down onto his shoulder. Barely managing to not flinch hard enough to knock you off. You just grumbled before nuzzling your face closer into his neck. Jack stiffened under the sudden affection turning to look at Ted.

Ted for his part was trying hard not to wake you either but his obvious amusement at the situation was clear. Wide red eyes bemusedly staring back at the rising panic in his friends face.

"mierda, Ted!" Jack whispered fighting down a whimper as he felt your breath fan across his throat.

Ted rose slowly from the sofa, the shift in weight causing you to tip closer against Jack. Ted huffed a laugh moving quietly to your abandoned phone.

"Don't you dare hermano." Jack hissed. Ted bared him no mind snapping a couple of shots before setting the phone back on the table. He scooped up the popcorn and bid his floundering friend goodbye and heading outside.

Jack cursed again before relaxing into the warmth. Without judgemental eyes watching he started to enjoy your closeness. Still it didn't sit right with him the way you were bent against him.

As softly as he could manage he slipped an arm under your knees and brought you into his lap. You grumbled again slightly and he stilled until you settled against his chest. He hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart beat against your cheek.

Jack rose with you caged securely against him, taking smooth steps he carried you through to the bedroom. Looking down at your resting face he felt his heart swell. You looked so peaceful despite the dark rings under your eyes. God why hadn't you told him how tired you were? Movie night could've wait.

Gently he rested a knee against the bed, leaning down to lay you against the mattress. Your fist bawled up against his shirt, gripping the material as your face crumpled. Jack's heart leapt back up into his throat. In this your most vulnerable state you sought him for comfort? The thought was almost too much for him and he could feel tears pricking in his eyes.

Softly he took that hand in his, rubbing a thumb over your bruised knuckles. Your hand gripped his lightly and he rose it to his lips, brushing a kiss against the marked skin. You hummed slightly in your sleep, face relaxing again before your fingers grew limp in his grip. Jack smiled bringing your hand back down to rest on your stomach.

He rose slowly, pulling the covers over you and heading to the door. At the threshold he took another glance back at your sleeping form.

"dormir bien, mi amor"