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cinebration · 2 years

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

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

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

Warnings: blood, gore

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

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

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

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

I didn’t even want to be here!

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

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

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

Just a stupid human, you thought bitterly.

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

Darkness.

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

You were nearly to the base of it.

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

I just need to get myself off this thing.

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

I can’t get out.

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

“Yes.”

“Can I help you?”

You almost huffed in frustration. “Yes.”

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

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

“Being impaled isn’t great.”

Great, a comedian. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

“I have…I have a knife.”

“Oh, good, that’s helpful. Where?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“But nothing this bad, right?”

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

“Great.”

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

You seized his hand reflexively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is this guy? A therapist?

Your voice answered anyway. “No.”

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

“Because…”

“Yes?”

“Because I’m good at it.”

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

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

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

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

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

You blacked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t know me.”

A pause.

“No, that’s true. What’s your name?”

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

“See, now we know each other.”

“No, we don’t.”

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

“What does that mean?”

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

You hesitated. “N…nobody.”

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

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

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

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

You both froze. The forest fell silent around you.

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

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

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

“Looking for a friend.”

“A friend? Out here?”

“Yes. They like it here.”

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

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

“They should be.”

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

“I hope so,” you muttered.

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

The silence cracked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m already hurt.”

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

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

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

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

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

Footsteps moved through the undergrowth toward you.

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

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

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

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

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

Then it was gone.

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

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Once upon a time

paring: Jack Russell x fem! wife! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: brush your teeth after reading this cause it's too sweet

a/n: sweet, domestic fluff with our favourite wolf boy <3

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"Once upon on a time-"

"Long, long, long ago" the little boy piped up with excitement.

"Now I think about it, it's not that long ago, "

"Papa!"

"Vale, si. Long, long, long ago" Jack added couple of 'o' at the last 'long' with a smile after watching his son smile.

"There was a big bad wolf living in the dark forest"

"Why was it called 'The Dark forest'?"

"Big, scary creatures roamed in that forest"

"Like uncle Ted?"

"Like uncle Ted."

"But he is not scary, he is silly" the child said with a goofy grin.

"To us, he is not scary." Jack smiled.

"Or the forest was really dark at night, that's why it was called 'The Dark forest'

"Who is the one telling the story, changuito?"

"Me!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes! The big bad wolf man was not really bad, and he got into trouble one day" the little boy chirped up.

"Wolf man?" Jack got up from the bed for a moment to close to the windows.

"Yup" the child said, popping up the 'p'. "Some bad people got the wolf man, they wanted to hurt him. And then a very powerful-"

"And then a very powerful witch-"

The boy raised his hands, exclaiming, "A very powerful, cool, awesome-

"Si, a very powerful, cool, awesome," Jack couldn't stop the smile spreading on his face like warmth, "and the kindest witch saved him from the trouble. Hermosa."

"With her awesome witch powers?"

"Si, with her awesome witch powers" he ruffled the kid's hair.

"What happened after that?"

"The wolf man and the witch became friends."

"And then?"

"The witch fell in love with the wolf man first."

"Oh really?" you walked into your son's bedroom.

"Mama!"

"That's what I remember, amor" Jack added with a sheepish grin.

"Mmm hmm" you strode towards him and pecked his cheek.

"Now I remember it, I think the wolf man fell in love with the witch first"

"The cool witch."

"The wolf man fell in love with the cool witch."

"And then?"

"And then they got married one day and they had-"

"Me!"

You can see your son's new front tooth gap as he grinned.

"Yes, you, sweetheart"

"Mama, will I be cool like you when I grow up?"

"Yes, you will be cool like your mama"

"Hey, your papa is cool too!" Jack pretended to be offended.

"Less cool than mama" your son giggled.

"You take that back, young man. Oh, you've angered the wolf man!" Jack tickled your son with his 'scary claws'.

Hearing your child's laughter, your husband, that moment was just perfect. A smile decorated your face.

"Papa is cool like mama!"

Your husband only stopped after your son confessed it.

You shook your head playfully. "Alright, time to sleep now."

"Good night, mama. Good night, papa"

"Good night, my little wolf" with a smile never leaving your face, you bent down to kiss his forehead.

"Mi tesoro" Jack pulled the blanket up to cover your son and turning off the table lamp.

After exiting you child's room, you turned towards your husband with a mischievous grin, "Why don't you act out a bedtime story for me, papi?"

"Oh, you are a wicked witch" Jack hooked his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"You love it" you chuckled, closing the remaining gap between you with a passionate kiss. "I love you, Jack."

He leaned back a bit to look into your eyes, he cupped your cheek with one hand, his other hand resting on your waist, "Te amo, mi vida."

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Translation (not 100% literal & accurate):

vale, si - alright, yes

changuito - little monkey

hermosa - referring a gorgeous woman

amor - love

mi tesoro - my treasure

te amo - I love you

mi vida - my life

#wystie-verse #jack russell x reader #jack russell imagine #jack russell #werewolf by night #werewolf by night imagine #wwbn #wwbn imagine

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Idea sent by @anakinnies (idk if this is what you had in mind.)

“Jack?” You called out, watching as the man across from you took a hunched position, his breath was ragged as though he had ran a marathon. You didn’t know -nor wanted to know- what they did to him before shoving the pair of you in here, locking the door shut behind them. Whatever it was must’ve had something to do with the weird collar on his neck with a enchanted stone in the centre of it, glowing a vicious shade of vermillion. Yet it wasn’t the infamous Bloodstone that was for certain, as that object was within the possession of one Elsa Bloodstone but there was no denying that this stone held similar capabilities though not to the same extent as the Bloodstone. A lesser copy of the original you could say.

It didn’t take much comprehension to know that it was affecting Jack to a degree of discomfort. Helpless in helping him, you stood on your side of the room, racking your mind in what you could do to help your friend but only to come out even more frustrated at your lack of ideas. It was eating you alive seeing him like this but you didn’t dare cry for help for it’ll only fall on deaf ears; to them you were nothing by a monster sympathiser for aiding Jack in freeing the monster without realising that another monster lurked nearby in human skin. You didn’t resent Jack for withholding that information from you as you would do the exact same if the positions were switched, yet the human in you couldn’t help but feel a little hurt.

“Jack,” you tried again but this time with more power behind your words to create a false bravado that you weren’t scared but a observant person would immediately pick up on the way you picked at your nails out of sheer nervousness, “are you alright?” You cringed at your own words. “That’s a stupid question, of course your not alright, your in pain from that weird fucking collar and I don’t know how to-“ your words were cut short when you noticed a shift in Jack’s behaviour. He kept reaching for the collar but never making it all the way when a pained groan left his lips, causing his hand to drop down on the floor, scratching at it. Yet he managed to find the strength to lift his head at you, smiling weakly when he noticed the look of concern in your eyes. He could almost laugh at the irony of the situation, he has came to free a monster but in exchange for the monsters’ freedom he took it’s place.

“It’s alright.” He tried reassuring you, hiding the pain that was edging him to transform but he found that the more he fought against it the stronger the pain the stone emitted within him gets each time. Soon enough he wouldn’t be able to put it off and loose himself to a side that wasn’t him and you’d be the first to be caught in the crossfire of his rampage. He knew he needed to act before your blood was soon to be on his hands and there was only one way to ensure that wouldn’t be the case…even if the method itself relied heavily on his ability to remember. “Just,” he winced, “just don’t freak about what I’m going to do next. If I’m allowed to be blatant, I’m not quite sure if it’ll even work.” Your immediate reaction was to run and hide but where could you possibly hide in a room that was devoid of any possible refuge that you could tuck yourself away safely in?

“What’re you planning to do exactly?” You found yourself asking against your better judgment, fearful of the response you may get in return. “I just need to memorise your scent and all you need to do for me is to is keep your eyes on mine.” Jack replied, “then by some miracle, if I’m even allowed that, I should be able to remember you when I turn.” You knew he was only trying to help defuse the internal war you were having with yourself, but going off on his words alone it seemed that this tactic was an hit or a miss of the most extreme of measures. From the sounds of it you’d be lucky enough to even come out of this with more then a few scars upon your person or even a missing limb. “How do you’ll know it work?” Jack kept his silence but soon broke it to say a few choice words that left your blood run cold. “I don’t. That’s up for him to decide.”

You allowed yourself to mull it over in your head, your eyes briefly looking away from him before locking back into him when remembering that for your slim chance of survival to be secured you must keep him within your line of sight at all times. If you knew this was how your night was going to go, you probably wouldn’t have gone but even then that wouldn’t change Jack’s fate. You were lucky enough to be born a regular human, Jack on the other hand wasn’t and he was ostracised for something he had no say nor control in changing. With no other option presentable to you in that moment you took a deep breath, “alright,” Jack’s head perked at your voice like that of a dogs that if you weren’t in a life or death situation you would’ve called it cute, “let’s give this method of yours a shot.”

Just as the words left your lips, Jack was quick to hold you tightly in his arms as he began to memorise the scent of your hair, trailing down to your neck where your thyroid and Thyroid glands were located, leaving you a little flustered from the almost intimate situation you found yourself in. His hold on you was warm, strong and protective that you could feel the fatigue from everything that has happened finally catching up to you; causing your head to droop a little before Jack pulled away enough to hold it back up so you were looking into his worried eyes. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said before going back to sniffing along your arm and back to your chest, “please.” He added softly, periodically checking to make sure that you were still maintaining eye contact with him; he moved aside the sleeves and lapels of your jacket so he could further indulge on your scent and engrave it within the crevices of his mind.

Your scent was sweet, bitter and soft all at the same time that it didn’t take long for it to quickly become apart of Jack as though it was an additional limb but he didn’t want to be easily mislead by this and furthered to ingest your scent like a starved man. He felt you place a hand on the back of his head, pushing him closer so he may get to those harder to reach places, running your fingertips through the tresses of his hair, barely brushing behind his ear, which tickled the wolf within. “Take your time.” You tell him, watching as his movements came to a temporary halt, “I trust you.” With those words in mind Jack became more determined in making sure you survive to see another night.

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barbiedragon · 2 years

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Jack Russell fic request? Sick fic of Ted and Reader taking care of Jack after a night of werewolf’ing (give this man some self care)

🥺

Yes…I love this; so soft and Jack is baby wolf man…love him. Ted is a king.

Includes platonic friendship/vampire hybrid!reader

You flapped above the forest, wings beating against the gentle wind as the sun began to rise. Last night was a full moon and you spent most of it keeping an eye on Jack while Ted kept camp just on the edge where the trees ended. You weren’t too worried; there usually weren’t any humans out and about and so far his wolf had only gone after a few deer. But you kept an eye just in case. It had been your promise to Jack. You would have intervened if a human had ended up in the mix.

He was getting better at controlling it; one could be a beast and not give in to the violent nature so many were told that they had. You swooped down towards the camp and landed on your feet as your boots crunched against the leaves. You folded your wings against your back as Ted handed you a mug of tea.

“Thanks, Ted,” you smiled as you grabbed the large, warm blanket out of the tent. Jack’s transformation always took a lot out of him, but the man was stubborn and usually tired to push through it. Ted and you tried to put a stop to it as much as you could. The three of you trusted each other. You hummed softly at Ted’s grunting.

“Yeah, he did really well last night. Just a few deer,” you replied as you paced around the camp while drinking your tea. You could taste the mint on your tongue. You raised an eyebrow at Ted then smiled.

“No, none for me last night, but I’m going to have to feed soon,” you admitted. You had been conditioning yourself to go a bit longer these days without blood (especially of the human variety). You rolled your eyes playfully at Ted’s scolding. “I know, I know….I’ll feed tonight, promise. Once Jack is all sorted out.”

Both you and Ted turned your head at the sound of the leaves and sticks crunching as Jack stumbled out of the woods. You quickly grabbed the blanket, flying over to wrap it around his naked form. There were warm, clean clothes in the tent for him.

“Gracias,” Jack murmured as you guided him over to the tent, making him sit down inside.

“How are you feeling?” You asked gently.

“Drained, tired,” he admitted. You smiled over at Ted. “Yes, yes, I’ll rest, I promise,” he assured him. Ted let out a grunt of approval and nodded his large head. Jack was out for a few good hours as Ted brewed another batch of healing tea just for him. You pulled your hood over your head as the sun began to shine just a bit brighter. While you didn’t burn, it definitely zapped your energy. You felt Ted reach his hand out. You took it gently and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m alright, promise.”

His eyes narrowed at you and you sighed. “Fine.” It wasn’t worth arguing with Ted. You crawled into the tent, behind Jack and snuggled against his back. Even in human form, the man ran extremely warm. He made a soft noise as he pulled you closer to him.

“You need to hunt tonight,” he hummed.

“I will….Ted’s already been lecturing me.”

“What would we do without him?”

“No idea….luckily we don’t have to worry about that.”

You allowed your eyes to close as you rested with Jack in the safe, dark confines of the tent.

#request #jack russell #werewolf by night #ted sallis #man thing #jack russell imagine #ted sallis imagine #jack russell mcu #Jack Russell fic #werewolf by night imagine #werewolf by night fic #wbn imagine #wbn fic #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #jack russell x reader

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

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

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

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

#jack russell #gael garcia bernal #werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #jack russell x you #jack russell x female reader #jack russell imagine #werewolf by night fan fiction #david dastmalchian #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #david dastmalchian x reader #David Dastmalchian oc

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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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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xplore-the-unknwn · 1 year

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Imagine Jack Russell......

Oh. My. God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-and

BONUS

He fucks-

oh. so. graciously.

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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heartofwritiing · 1 year

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Jack russell is the type of lover to climb in bed while you’re sleeping, pull you against his body either if your back is turned to him, or you’re facing him, and burry his face in your neck nuzzling into you and not letting you go until morning.

#jack russell x fem!reader #jack russell x reader #werewolf by night x reader #werewolf by night fanfiction #fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #jack russell imagine #this has been a psa lol #fluff #mcu #x reader #headcanon #jack russell headcanon #werewolf by night #these thoughts helping me get through sleepless nights

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buckysaster · 1 year

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Siesta

pairing: jack russell x reader

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

tag/s: domestic fluff

word count: 910

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did I wake you up?"

He shakes his head, eyes still shut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jack, don't you dare!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, whatever you want."

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

Nothing could be any better than this.

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translation:

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

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eykismyfav · 1 year

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Would You Please...

Requested: Yup! see request here @makiekeys

Request: Hello could I pretty please request a Jack Russell x reader fic w/ prompt #18? I am an avid hiker prone to injury & I’m currently recovering from surgery. I got scolded by nurses constantly for pushing myself too hard and being stubborn. I know I’d give that poor sweet wolf man even more grey hair 🤣

Genre: Fluffy and wholesome with a little bit of some good old hurt/comfort oh and lots of cuddles.

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of injury

Pairing: Jack Russell x reader

Characters: Jack Russell, Ted

Authors note: I love Jack he deserves the world and so does Ted. Jack is so done with the reader in this story but he loves them and that is all that matters. Also @lilpunkrock I know you wanted more Jack content I hope this helps! Also There needs to be more Jack Russell content on this app. I really hope you all like this story please comment and reblog as well as like it really helps me know what is good and what is not in my stories

Word Count: 750

Prompt: “I don’t need help” “That is a factual incorrect statement you do need help.”

Request Open For Jack Russell

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“You shouldn’t put weight on your ankle my luna!” Jack begs as you ignore him marching forward ignoring the stabbing pain that occurs with every step you take.

“I’m fine... it’s probably just a sprain...” You mumble the last part knowing damn well it was a lie. You stubble slightly as you encounter a downhill section of the woods. Jack takes this opportunity to put himself in your path, stabilizing you and preventing you from moving forward.

“You are bleeding because you were grazed with a bullet!” Jack is exacerbated at this point why won’t you just listen to him.

“Exactly grazed, it's not that serious!” You grumble trying to push Jack away. “I don’t need help!”

“That is a factually incorrect statement, you do need help.” Jack growled as he picked you up one arm under your knees, the other supporting your upper back.

“Jack! Put me down this instant!” you shout in a rather undignified manner wiggling about in his arms.

“Would you please just relax and let me help you Y/N? It is okay to need help every now and then.” Jack reasons and you give in just a little bit relaxing in his arm letting you head rest on his shoulder. You might as well get comfortable as you realize this was not a fight you were gonna win and Jack was not gonna put you down anytime soon.

“Fine..whatever..” Your voice is muffled by Jack’s shoulder which shakes lightly as he chuckles.

“What am I going to do with you?” Jack asks as he continues on walking towards camp.

“I don't know…” You sigh as you close your eyes, relaxing even deeper into his embrace. Might as well take a nap on the way you really had exhausted yourself more than you had thought. As you drift off you feel Jack press a gentle kiss onto your hairline.

When you wake up later you find yourself alone in the Teepee that you and Jack called home at the campsite with your ankle wrapped in a clean bandage which was clearly Jack’s doing. You are still a little groggy but you hear Jack and Ted talking to each other in hushed tones clearly as to not wake you before you wake on your own. You stretch slightly and crawl over to the entrance popping your head out to look at the two of them.

“Good morning boys…” You yawn out rubbing your eye gently. “Ted, would you mind if I borrow Jack for a little bit?” You ask with a gentle smile. Ted replies with a low grunt and the nod of his large head. “Thank you! Jack, come here please.” you request as you disappear back into the tent. You sit in the tent on your butt with your knees to your chest and cheek resting on your knees.

“Are you okay? Does your ankle hurt? Is it worse or better than before? Is there anything I can do to help? Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate? Tylenol? Aleve?...” Jack asked at a thousand words a second causing you to chuckle and his endearing behavior. You cut off his adorable ramblings with a light laugh and a gentle hand on his arm.

“Jack sweetie, my love, I just wanted some cuddles, that's all, relax. I’m just fine, I'm all bandaged up.” You gesture to your ankle which Jack looks at.

“Okay…” Jack sighs laying down on his side. You quickly join him also laying on your side so that your back is facing him so you could be the little spoon. He wraps his arms around your waist and chest holding your back close to his chest. “Is this okay?” Jack asks, nuzzling his nose into your neck. His warm breath tickling your neck causes you to giggle.

“Perfect Jack.” You sigh in contentment. You hold Jack's hands in yours, holding them close to your body. You can feel Jack take a deep breath against your neck. You wished you could stay like this forever.

“Please be more careful for me.” Jack mumble quietly pressing a light kiss to your neck.

“I don’t know if I can if you aren’t more careful yourself Jack.”

“I’ll try to be more careful than…” He nuzzles deeper, holding you closer.

“Thank you Jack, I love you.”

“I love you to Y/N. I don’t know what I would do without mi Luna.” He presses on last kiss to your jawline before the two of you succumb to sleep.

#jack russell x reader #jack russell #jack russell imagine #jack russell one shot #marvel one shot

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cinebration · 1 year

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

You and Jack catch up.

Tagged: @lucy-sky, @faeoftheapocalypse, @theconsultingdoctor10, @starfirette, @bitchyglitterfox, @thefandomqueenuno, @scarlettsoldier, @russell-ed, @xasement, @stand-with-cap, @marvelenthusiast10, @supermarvelgirl15, @mobiusismyfav, @killeromanoff, @hawkins-2000, @fangurldayandnight, @liv-victoriano, @randomchick546, @g1m2g3, @gingermous, @howlingco, @vynsvision, @jwjeepers, @rellasnowheenim, @yelenas-lova, @nyrovia

Warnings: mention of blood

Gif Source: timothydalton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not one-hundred-percent yet.”

“But you are getting better?”

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

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

You almost laughed. “Uh, no, thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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

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

“Yes, of course.”

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

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

“You don’t have to thank me.”

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

He frowned. “Never.”

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

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

“Trauma does that.”

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

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

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

“Is that all?”

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

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

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

“You didn’t drop me. I dove.”

“I should have held on tighter.”

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

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

The massacre.

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

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

“I…don’t know.”

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

Confusion roiled within you. “Who are you?”

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

“Why are you looking for me?”

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

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

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

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

Then again, Jack had witnessed the massacre.

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

“A bounty?”

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

“They were warned,” Jack muttered.

“What?”

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

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

“No,” he murmured. “No, it wasn’t.”

“How did a werewolf get into the mansion?”

“I suppose he walked through the front door.”

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

“So, you are going after the bounty?”

You nodded curtly.

“But you don’t like hunting.”

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

“Then why?”

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

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

“Not if I can help it,” you snorted.

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

You frowned. “Where were you?”

“Hmm?”

“Where were you when the massacre happened?”

“Oh, I wasn’t there.”

“So where were you?”

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

“You didn’t catch him?”

“No.”

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

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

“She’s not so bad.”

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

“Sure!”

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

He nodded. “I want to help.”

Suspicion coiled in your guts. “Why?”

“I like to help.”

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

He nodded again.

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

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

You didn’t want to give that up.

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

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wysteria-clad · 1 year

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'I want a baby' challenge with Moon boys + Jack Russell + Namor

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Jake Lockley

Jack Russell

Namor

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Literally took the comment made by @wacky-nerdchick and made it into a lil fic.

A/n: I also took some inspiration from this prompt list which you can use for requests/asks you may have for me for whatever you want me to write for next. 🦦

Tw: lil gore things, decapitation and some blood.

‘The first transformation was always the worst.’ Jack would always says the day after, voice all groggy and desperate to have five more minutes of ‘comfort cuddles’ as you’d call them. Yet every transformation afterwards never ceased to look and sound like personal torture to you. For nothing hurt you more deeply then being unable to help Jack whenever he cried out in blood curdling pain.

His body and bones forced to contort uncomfortably into angles no human bone should ever take without breaking. You wished to look away each and every time but your promise to Jack in never taking your eyes off of him no matter what always won out every time. You were prohibited from physically reaching out to him without him demanding that you’d stay put and that he was fine. Your heart only broke into even smaller fractures when a couple of minutes after the transformation Jack would stare at you with the eyes of a stranger; He’d soon remembered your scent but it never ceased the sting you felt each time.

The first time Jack transformed within your presence, his claws accidentally nicked the skin of your arm. Upon smelling your blood the werewolf proceeded to licking your wound in hopes you’d feel the sincerity of his apology through his attempts in nursing your injury. The second time Jack transformed within your presence was when someone posed a genuine threat to your life.

Ted had gone and gotten himself captured so it was once again up to you and Jack to go in and save him. One thing lead to another and a hunter by the name of Michael had you held by knifepoint while Jack was attempting to talk him down. “Let them go.” He pleaded. “Let them go,” Michael mocked, looking him up and down before scoffing, “or what? Your going to kick my ass? Please, you don’t seem to be the fighting type.” The broadside of the knife seemed to press closer against the skin of your neck, you feared that when you swallowed it’ll only press the same weapon even closer.

“I will break every bone in your body,” Jack’s tone of voice changed drastically, “I won’t repeat myself again. Let. Them. Go.” His threat, however, went unheard as Michael only laughed it off like he was just told an extremely bad joke. “I’d listen to him if I were you.” You told Michael who’s response was to sneer and tightened his hold on you as he turned his focus on to you this time. “Didn’t I tell you that the next you open your mouth I’d slit your throat, monster sympathiser?” You flinched when the knife bit into your skin, breaking it and causing it to bleed lightly. Due to his heightened sense of smell, Jack could smell your blood from where he stood and something within him snapped. All that mattered to him in that moment was that you had gotten hurt and that it was Michael’s fault.

In what felt like a fraction of actual time, you had been knocked to the floor as Michael’s cries and pleads for mercy fell unheard by Jack as he tore Michael’s arms from their sockets; To then slashing his face with his long claws with such ferocity that all remains was the lower half of his mouth where his bottom row of teeth and tongue were visible. Not once throughout the one sided fight did you look away from Jack so that when he looked back to find you clutching your neck, he was quick to rush to your aid. He whimpered solemnly when he got a good look at your wound before looking you in the eyes once more with regret.

“Jack I’m fine,” you said, “it’s only a small cut I promise.” Jack seemed to whine in response as though to tell you that even so, you still gotten hurt because of your affiliation to him. You sighed, silently blessing this man and his big heart as you reached out to cup his cheek, cooing over how easily he was to start burying his face against it. “You protected me, that’s all that matters right? I’m still alive and we freed Ted, that’s a double win in our case.” You said trying to get him to see the positives that came out of tonight but still he wouldn’t let up on letting know how upset he was with himself through whines. Somewhere nearby Jack heard encroaching footsteps moving in on you two and assumed it was more hunters bound to cause either of you harm; So without any warning he lifted you into his arms before taking off into a sprint deep within the nearby forest where Ted was most likely setting up camp and making you both some tea.

Tea sounded nice right about now.

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barbiedragon · 1 year

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Kinktober Day #30-Teratophilia [J.R. + GN!reader]

Werewolf by Night (MCU)/Jack Russell x GN!Reader (borrowed some comic!lore)

Warnings: Monster!loving, rough sex with Jack in human forms, possessive!Jack, scenting, biting and hair pulling.

(Content for 18+ | Minors DNI)

You barely had time to register as your back hit the hard ground. You let out an oomph as you struggled to catch your breath before a large, black wolf loomed over top of you.

“Ugh, Jack,” you panted as you reached out to touch his large muzzle. His form was starting to develop more towards wolf as the years passed, no longer resembling the hybrid he used to turn into. You had to admit you missed it a bit, but you were also starting to warm up to this humongous beast he was now.

A soft snarl escaped before his large wet nose pressed against your cheek as he took in your scent.

“Mmm yes it’s me, please don’t rip my face off,” you teased.

His large, black ears twitched before he moved off you, paws sinking into the damp dirt. You pushed yourself up and brushed some debris off your outfit. On all fours, he was taller than you and his body possibly equated to about four of you smooshed together. If you didn’t know him, you would have been scared shitless to have him barrel towards you in a dark forest.

“I’ll leave you to it,” you said and patted his hindquarters before returning to the camp you had set up along the barrier.

You fell asleep and woke up to your neck being nuzzled. “Mm, Jack,” you moaned softly. He continued smelling you, inhaling your scent deeply.

“Sí, mi amor? Are you happy to see me?” He whispered in your ear as his hand squeezed your hip.

“I am, even if you still stink like wolf,” you teased.

“I think you like it,” he grinned before he kissed your neck and worked on getting your pants and underwear down. Sometimes he was drained after a transformation and sometimes you needed to help him calm the adrenaline down.

“Oh, just an observation, not a complaint,” you grinned as you wiggled back to help get his hard cock situated inside of you. Your mind went blank for a moment as Jack gave a slow roll of his hips while his teeth worked over the tender skin of your neck. You were lost in pleasure with the tiniest bite of pain. His blunt nails dug slightly into your hips.

“Harder,” you whined. Jack was gentle and caring, usually following your lead. A soft growl came from him as he rolled you onto your tummy and had you get on all fours for him. Even if he was slightly smaller than you while in human form, you loved when his strength took over every now and then.

“Ah yes, fuck, Jack,” you groaned as he moved faster and you pushed back against him. A sharp tug of your hair and sinking of his teeth into your shoulder as he pulled your shirt down was enough to send you toppling over the edge. He released inside of you as you rode out your own pleasure. Silence filled the tent as the two of you collapsed in each other’s arms.

You stroked his painted face, gazing into those gorgeous eyes as you felt yourself melt. You were definitely in love with a werewolf.

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