#werewolf!jack

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werewolf!jack abbot x human!reader

werewolf!jack is a boob guy.. he sucks around the tender flesh of your breasts, nipping the skin with his teeth, yet careful of the sharp edges of his canines. he’ll lap adoringly at each nipple until they peak, and pebble under his tongue, saliva cooling your overheated skin.

werewolf!jack who keeps you warm in the colder seasons. snuggled up in bed, his resting temperature exuding a delicious, cozy heat. he loves the feeling of you finding comfort beside him, your body pressed against his, like you would try to live in his skin if you could - he’s honoured by the thought.

werewolf!jack who growls under his breath when another man gets too close to you. ever your protector, he’ll subtly position himself between you and anyone who smells off/threatening, scanning the area casually, and more than ready to bite someones head off if they make the wrong move in your direction.

werewolf!jack who knots your tight, wet heat with his thick, veiny cock, spurting rope after rope of his cum inside you. you’re wining, and moaning, and it slips out that you ‘hope it takes’. he’ll start pumping harder in response, grunting and growling in your ear ‘thats what you really want? you want your alpha to fill you with his pups, huh? t-take it- fuck, baby, take it all!’ while thrusting his cum deeper into your depths.

werewolf!jack who enjoys cozying up on the couch with you while you read him your favourite book, or ramble/discuss a topic you’re passionate about/that you’ve been researching. he wants to hear it all, forever.

werewolf!jack cooking with you in the kitchen, an easy flow to your movements as you dance around each other, the occasional brush of physical contact sparking a flickering of arousal beneath your skin. eventually, you have to stop the food prep so he can fuck you over the countertop, or so you can get lower and taste his length on your tongue, both more ravenous for each other instead.

werewolf!jack who finally gives you his mating bite on your anniversary, and the scar over your skin now shivers delightfully when touched, reminding you who you’re with and who will always be with you - your werewolf. ♥️

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Moodboard: Werewolf!Jack

In an alternate recruitment to Torchwood, Jack was turned by Queen Victoria

inspired by @lasthumaninwales 's human fusions, I have decided to make some Halloween team moodboards too :3

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The bathroom mirror fogs up– clouds of steam filling the room as Jack steps out of the shower, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips as he runs a hand through his damp hair. 

It’d been a shit race, even thinking about it made him want to rip his eyeballs out in frustration; the absolute train wreck that this whole week was– two fucking engine failures and a botched pitstop. Jack had already wanted to bash his head against the wall when he’d finally completed that last lap — in P fucking nineteen, by the way, and that’s only because Pierre had to retire — he’d wanted to set the whole fucking motorhome on fire, and then, to make everything even worse, because the universe simply hated the thought of giving Jack one single moment of peace, Franco had pulled him aside and told him how glad he was that it wasn’t him in the car– that Jack hadn’t been replaced. The fucking nerve. 

The fucking nerve. 

Suffice to say, the only thing Jack wants to do now is fall face first into the comfy hotel bed he’d been dreaming about since. His wolf is already rumbling, the thought of soft beddings and rested limbs so alluring after the stress today had put his body through. 

He lets out a hum, eyes blinking close as he walks towards the room, footsteps muffled against the carpeted floor. Jack can already feel it– the inexplicable urge to turn. To shift. The loose grip he holds over the towel slung low on his waist slackens even further as he feels the familiar sparks zip through his bones. God, even just imagining it is relaxing; curled up, warm, head clear of any worry, paws tucked in—

Knock. 

Jack pauses. His muscles tense– no. Please, God, please, let that be his imagination, please—

Knock. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Jack is going to fucking kill someone. 

His wolf growls furiously as he makes his way towards the door; it’s still telling Jack to ignore it– ignore the incessant knocking, but the knuckles hitting against wood have only gotten louder the more the person — whoever it is — waits, and Jack knows it’s only going to make him more anxious if he doesn’t answer. He’s still pissed about it, though– irritation coursing through him as thick fingers wrap around the door knob, it’d better be something important (whatever this was) or else this person was really going to have to beg Jack for forgiveness. Beg the beast inside of him for forgiveness. Because if this was something stupid, Jack muses, he couldn’t be blamed for—

And. 

Oh. His anger melts.

“Oh-” Liam flushes, eyes immediately snapping away as a beautiful pink spreads over his face, “Um- didn’t expect you to be…” he gestures at Jack’s bare body, eyes flitting over him again before immediately looking away once more. 

Jack grins, all previous exasperation gone, “well, y’know what they say. Beauty should be admired by all.”

“Mate.” Liam groans. Mate, Jack his wolf thinks, matematematematematematemate—

“Y’here for anything?” He smirks– snaps himself out of it, “or did you just wanna catch a peak of the bod.”

Liam laughs, it’s a beautiful thing, his eyes crinkling in pure joy– Jack feels giddy knowing he’s the one who did that. He’s the reason Liam’s happy.

The boy calms, giggles tapering off, “it was my first podium today,” he whispers, voice filled with awe, and. Fuck. Jack feels the guilt hit him, how could he have forgotten? His best friend's first podium. And he didn’t even congratulate him. What was wrong with him? 

“Liam,” his wolf Jack whimpers– ashamed, “Liam, fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I forgot, mate. Fuck, fuck, that’s such a huge thing, I’m so happy for you. I-” he doesn’t know what to do– how to apologise; he reaches out, lets his hand sink into the blonde tufts of Liam’s hair, soothes against it in what he hopes is an apologetic manner. 

Liam looks up at him, a pout already formed on his soft lips as his eyes widen innocently under fluttering eyelashes. Breath-taking. Jack wants to get down on his knees and worship him, beg for his forgiveness, listen to anything he–

Wait. Jack’s familiar with that look. That’s Liam’s ‘I-get-what-I-want’ look.

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

—

Now, seated in a much too packed club, wearing far too fancy clothes and pretending like he can hear whatever the fuck Oscar’s saying to him over the deafening noise– Jack kind of wants to kill himself. 

It’d been fun at first, vampire alcohol was strong (as far as Jack knew; it was really only a thing made for vampire consumption) and Liam was far too much of a lightweight about it– three glasses in and he’d climbed over the rest of the drivers there and forced himself a seat right between Jack’s legs, his touchiness only further encouraged by the hoots and laughs of the others around them. He’d sat there for so long Jack’s wolf had begun to purr. It was a low sound, one that — thank fuck — went unheard when mixed with the absolute din around them. 

Liam had left for the dance floor a while ago, though, and Jack was very much hating being here now. He loves Liam, he really does, but he’s tired. Today had been so shit, Jack just wants to hit the snooze at this point.

Mind set, he puts down the half empty glass. The chair sliding back as he gets up, eyes scanning the area around him, his wolf alert, as he looks for the familiar silhouette of Liam’s toned body– it’d just be pure rude if he left without saying goodbye. And another congratulations. And his wolf he just wants to see Liam one more time, honestly. 

Oscar raises up an eyebrow at him from where he’d given up on making conversation with Jack and instead moved to making fuck-me-please-eyes at Lando. Well. None of his business, Jack thinks.

“You seen Liam anywhere, mate?” He asks. 

Oscar squints, body leaning forward as he taps twice against his ear. 

“Liam,” Jack screams– fighting to be heard over the booming songs and chatter surrounding them, “seen him anywhere?” Oscar’s eyes light up, his head moving up and down as he nods, “bathroom,” he mouths– pointing towards the shadowed doors at the far end. Ah, that makes things so much easier. 

Jack gives him a quick smile, flashing a thumbs up before moving towards the area he’d pointed. He’s fast on his feet– a weird sense of urgency filling him that his wolf only seems to be echoing. It’s making him anxious– making him force his way between sweaty bodies and thrown about chairs much more harshly, pace only increasing until, finally, he’s pushing against those nearly hidden doors.

“Liam?”

—

For all the strobing lights and darkened atmosphere, the club’s bathroom is blinding. Bright white light hitting him straight in the face as soon as he enters, Jack can feel his retinas burning from the sudden switch. 

“Liam,” he calls out again as he walks further in. There’s only one stall occupied– right at the end of the hallway, Jack’s wolf whines pleadingly; the need to hear and see and feel increasing tenfold. He sighs, mulling it over– it’s not like it was wrong… just frowned upon. And nobody was even here. 

Two shaggy brown ears manifest through his hair. 

“Mate,” Jack says hesitantly, “You here?”

This time Jack can hear the faint scampering coming from the stall, small pants accompanying them as he catches his name being whispered. Then. As if he was there the whole time, Liam stands in front of him, his hands gripping at the fabric of Jack’s button-up black shirt, “Jack.”

The blonde looks up, eyes baring into Jack’s. 

Jack’s spine straightens up with a snap, his hands fly to Liam’s face as he pulls it towards him even more. Fuck. Something was wrong. 

Liam’s eyes are red. His pupils worryingly dilated, gaze glassy and skin wet with sweat; in all his years of drinking with Liam, this has never happened. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There’s only one conclusion Jack’s getting from this– and it’s making hiswolfhimhiswolf livid. 

“Liam, fuck. Liam, listen to me,” Jack says pressingly, “did someone give you something?”

Liam looks up at him, brows furrowed, “Jack. Jack. Blood. Please- please, blood. Please.”

Shit. This is dangerous. Jack’s never seen Liam like this– never seen him this starved. He grabs at Liam’s shoulders, pushing the both of them back into the stall and locking the door behind him. Liam falls to the floor, legs crooked and open. Jack doesn’t know what to do.

His wolf growls at him, impatient and annoyed as if Jack is denying Liam of a solution—

Oh.

“Liam,” he drops down to his knees, legs stretching out, “come here. Come on.” Jack pulls the other boy towards him, hands around his waist as he places him on top of his lap. He slaps against Liam's face lightly, tangles his fingers into blonde strands and tugs harshly. It’s mean, he knows– can feel the displeasure his wolf is radiating, but this is important. Jack needs Liam to understand this.

“Liam. You’ve got to stop when I tell you to. Okay, mate?” He tugs at the hair between his fingers again– tightens his grip on Liam’s jaw even more, “Promise me, Liam. You’ve got’a promise.”

“Promise- I promise- please. Please- Jack,” Liam breathes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows dryly. 

“Okay. Okay, fuck,” Jack exhales, head dropping back against the stall door behind him. He yanks at the collar of his shirt, forces it down until his neck is fully bare and open– unguarded. 

Liam whines. 

He looks up at Jack, expression dazed and pleading. 

“All yours, baby,” Jack reassures– voice hoarse and soft as the endearment slips out, “Come on.”

Jack lets his eyes close, let’s the anticipation wash over him, his wolf’s stomach on display as his ears perk up, and–

Pain. 

Overwhelming, body encompassing, mind numbing, pain. It hurts. Liam’s fangs breaching his artery deeper and deeper, sucking more and more; he wants to scream. Oh god. Oh god, he can feel his claws come out, can feel them sink into Liam’s skin, making themselves known right underneath his rib cage. And just when Jack thinks he might rip Liam apart, might claw Liam’s organs right out. But then—

Pleasure.

Waves and waves of pleasure. It fills his body, driving away the pain completely– Jack feels so good. His cock swells, trousers tenting up as his hips start grinding down onto the floor beneath him. Ecstasy consumes him, he’s so wet. Fuck. Jack doesn’t even know what’s happening anymore, he feels so fucking light; Liam’s cold body a constant weight above him as he loses himself to the euphoria. 

Absolutely filthy moans fill the room, only interrupted by small needy whimpers. It takes a while for Jack to realise he’s the one making the sounds. Oh, god.

Liam groans against his neck, sucking harder—

Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jack’s hips speed up even more, he can’t stop it. He’s so desperate, oh, fucking hell. It feels so good. Oh god, oh god, he’s gonna cum. Oh.

Jack’s body slumps forward, muscles twitching as the overstimulation starts to set in– Liam isn’t stopping. 

“Liam,” he pants, “Liam, please, I can’t.” He’s going to black-out at this point; Jack’s wolf is already quivering from the onslaught of sensations. He reaches up, ripping Liam away from him– a sharp ache following the motion as pointed fangs dislodge from his neck. 

Liam growls, his eyes glowing animalistically as he grabs Jack by the face. 

“Mine.”

 Jack’s eyes widen, what–

There’s a tongue being shoved down his throat, licking at his mouth possessively as it shares Jack’s own blood between them. A freezing hand circling his throat caringly. Glass fingers pinching at the tips of his left ear. The imprint of a dick being pressed into his thigh.

Jack howls. 

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Hours in the Moonlight: Persevering Afterlight - 4. Working Together

Summary: There was something distinctly daunting about evaluating a vampire clan. Especially when you weren’t entirely sure as to how to go about doing such a thing. But at least you weren’t going to be entirely on your own.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1574

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I held my ground as I looked at Leona, not wanting to back down but also feeling like I would be doing exactly what he wanted if I sniped back again. It was like I was sitting in the palm of his hand, not able to entirely win in this situation.

And, if anything, he seemed almost more amused, or perhaps pleased, by my stubborn silence. After a brief moment though, he stepped around me and began walking towards the door with purpose. 

The door opened with a soft click, and I found myself following him, not sure what he was going to do until he yelled out into the corridor, “JACK!”

It was like a ripple went through the hallway with the name being repeated as a murmur, presumably until the message reached the ‘Jack’ in question.

I frowned in confusion before looking towards the man who still stood blocking the doorway and finding myself voicing my question before I put any real thought into it, “What are you doing?”

Leona looked back over his shoulder at me, his eyebrows lifting slightly before he spoke, “You said you were going to evaluate the clan, I’m calling someone to stick with you.”

I blinked at him in silent surprise as he turned to his attention back to the hallway. leaning against the doorframe in a relaxed manner that also managed to completely block off the opening and hold me inside.

So he was going to have me watched while I was in his clan…. I suppose it made sense in many ways. I was someone who’d already killed a vampire, he might not want me running loose in his clan. But in the same sentence, I wasn’t overly fond of someone following me around as his eyes.

But I supposed it was only fair. In many ways, I was serving as Crowley’s eyes, even if I didn’t like it.

“Ruggie,” At his quieter, far more relaxed call, the shorter man appeared once more, tilting his head with a half-impatient but questioning gaze.

“You keep an eye on the herbivore as well,” Leona jerked his head back towards me, his ears twitching slightly atop his head as the shorter man nodded before they both turned to look towards a man shouldering his way through the crowd. 

I followed their gaze and almost immediately made eye contact with a set of gold eyes as I blinked at the tall, muscular young man. He had a serious expression as he approached, his large wolf ears perked atop his head.

“Jack, you’re gonna be keeping an eye on the herbivore while they go around and ‘evaluate’ the clan.” Leona started speaking as soon as the young man came to a stop, gesturing back towards me with a thumb.

Jack’s gaze flickered my way, his eyes widening slightly as he inhaled sharply before he dragged his attention back to Leona, “Why are they evaluating the clan?”

I stepped forward before Leona could speak, wanting to clear up any misunderstandings before they got started, “I was asked to by the head-vampire of this district.”

I could feel both Leona and Ruggie looking towards me, but I ignored them in favor of gauging Jack’s reaction. As he frowned at my words, I felt the urge to continue, but found myself hesitating to mention my status as the Hunter, with Leona’s description of the job still bouncing around in my head.

“He just wants to check in on each of the clans and asked me to do it for him,” I finished carefully, not sure of how else to explain it. I didn’t want to lie, but I also had newfound hesitation about just throwing around the fact that I was the Hunter now.

I could tell that he still had questions, but he seemed to hold himself back as he glanced around the hallway before nodding, “Alright. I’ll just be showing you around, and that’s all?”

Leona snorted but at last shifted so that I could leave the room freely, the grin on his face filled with a frustrating degree of smugness as I slipped past him, “Oh no. They said that they would be keeping tabs on us for as long as it takes to finish their evaluation. You’ll be keeping an eye on them to make sure they don’t stick their nose where it doesn’t belong.”

His eyes glimmered, and I found myself frowning, relieved that he was staying silent about the real reason I was here but unsure of how I felt about the fact that he was once again keeping a secret for me. 

He’d done so with Sam, and now he was doing so with one of his own clan members, and it made no sense. I’d gotten the impression from the interaction we’d just had that he was going to be staunchly against me, but here he was assisting me once more.

Which made me wonder if the reason he was having two of his clan members keep an eye on me was just strictly for keeping tabs on what I was doing. After all, it was beyond risky to be a lone mortal, known to attract vampires, surrounded by vampires who were apparently known to be at risk for losing themselves to the insanity that could be brought on by vampirism.

I glanced back at him, confused even as he turned and sauntered back into his room. Evidently done with all of us.

“You got this handled, Jack? I’ve gotta go….” Ruggie trailed off, already looking like he wanted to bolt. 

But if Jack noticed Ruggie’s obvious desperation to flee the scene, he didn’t react. Instead he nodded firmly, looking like he’d just been given an incredibly important job, “Yeah, I’ve got this handled. You go on.”

We both watched as the shorter man trotted off without even glancing back. Obviously glad to be slipping out of this particular job as he went off to do whatever it was he was going to do.

I glanced over at the pale haired man next to me at the exact same moment he looked at me. And the awkwardness set in fast as I felt myself shifting around before smiling awkwardly, “I’m Y/n.”

Jack nodded, slowly twisting to start leading me around the clan’s building, his voice low and slightly gruff as he responded with just his name, “Jack.”

I trailed after him, feeling soberly like this was going to be far more difficult than I’d initially expected.

We walked in silence for a lengthy stretch of time with me pondering how to even really get started with my newfound duty.

If I was going to find out anything about why the Savanaclaw clan had more vampires losing themselves to the insanity of the disease, I would have to talk to people here and learn more about vampirism as a whole.

I slowly became so ensnared in my own swirling thoughts that I completely ignored Jack’s motions until he came to a stop in front of me, causing me to slowly stop behind him in confusion, wondering if I'd missed something.

“Why did he send a mortal to evaluate the clan?” I felt myself go still at his simplistic question, faltering slightly as I realized that this was something that I should’ve expected. 

In no way did it make sense for the head-vampire of this district to send a mortal to check up on the clans. It would be like sending a sheep into a horde of wolves when said sheep was never supposed to know that the wolves existed outside of stories in the first place.

“I…” I hesitated before sighing slightly, because it was a simple fact. I was going to have to face the full weight of the Hunter and whatever it might entail. I could only hope my job wouldn’t get in the way of what I was here to do.

“I’m the new Hunter for the clans. The head vampire hired me to work under him so that he could find out why so many vampires have been succumbing to the insanity of the vampirism disease.” 

Jack was silent, turning to look back at me as he crossed his arms before speaking, “So you’re going to be doing preventative work?”

I nodded slowly at his almost stern-sounding words, surprised that was all he had to say as he nodded. “I’d wondered why Leona was so willing to let you just walk around.”

Jack sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he paused with a less-than-pleased expression appearing on his face that didn’t quite match his words, “I’ll help you then.”

I felt my eyes widen at his words, surprised that he was so willing to offer to help me when Rook had implied that most vampires preferred to avoid the Hunter.

 Perhaps the vampires, as a whole, recognized the seriousness of the situation and also wanted all of this to be resolved. If that were the case, it certainly would make my life easier.

I found myself smiling at the young man, relieved to not be wholly on my own in this unfamiliar clan. I would still be cautious, but it was nice to have someone offering to assist me, “Then I guess we’ll be working together then.”

He watched me silently for a moment before nodding and straightening, a slight smile flickering across his face, “I guess so.”

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Moonlit cuddles

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Jack dreaded the full moon, for it was the night he lost control and transformed into a fierce wolf. It happened every month, and he hated it. He would run wild in the forests of Twisted Wonderland, hunting for prey and howling at the moon. But this time, things were different.

As he roamed the woods, Jack caught the scent of something sweet and alluring. He followed it to a dormitory where he saw Y/N, a student at Night Raven College. She was kind and gentle, and Jack couldn't help but be drawn to her.

He watched from afar as she opened her window and beckoned him in. Without thinking, Jack leaped into her room and was surprised when Y/N welcomed him with open arms. She petted his fur, thinking he was just a normal wolf. Jack was embarrassed, but he couldn't resist Y/N's soothing touch.

For hours, they cuddled on Y/N's bed, with Jack nuzzling into her warm embrace. He was surprised at how comfortable he felt around her, even as a wolf. But as the moon waned, Jack began to feel strange. His body was shifting, and he couldn't control it.

Before he knew it, Jack was back in his human form, towering over Y/N with his muscular build. He blushed, feeling shy and vulnerable around her. But Y/N only smiled and hugged him tighter, telling him it was okay.

Jack couldn't believe how lucky he was to have met someone as kind and caring as Y/N. He wagged his tail in excitement and snuggled even closer to her, feeling grateful for the moonlit cuddles they shared.

In that moment, Jack knew he had found someone who accepted him for who he was, wolf and all. And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him.

Moonlit cuddles, he thought to himself. That's what he wanted more than anything in the world. And with Y/N by his side, he knew he would always have them.

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54th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Gabriel/Jack – Werewolf AU – cont B53F10 – last part for real – werewolf getting dominated by human – Gabriel finally fulfilling his (and Jack's) fantasy about fucking him while Jack is in werewolf form.

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The stars wouldn’t have aligned themselves again if Gabriel hadn’t made it a point to make absolutely sure nothing could come between him and Jack during this particular full moon.

It’s all planned out with Jack’s consent which might not be the biggest turn-on for everybody but he wouldn’t like to suddenly spring some dominance play on his transformed boyfriend without Jack knowing well in advance what is going to happen.

It’s not like he’s afraid of him… far from it… but part of Jack still was an animal during full moon and animals were unpredictable. Even more so than humans.

So Jack knows about it. He knows what’s going to happen. And he is all for it.

Gabriel can tell in the days leading up to the full moon nights that he is more excited than usual. He is actively looking forward to it… to Gabriel putting him in his place while he is a big bad werewolf boy.

Gabriel is excited too, honestly. Though also nervous. He tries not to show it but he can tell that Jack picks up on it the moment he steps into the room once the transformation is over.

Maybe it is because of that that Jack folds his ears back and growls at him; or maybe it is because of the collar Gabriel is holding in a fist.

In any case… he is not actively angry. He struggles but he doesn’t fight, paying attention not to swipe his claws at Gabriel as he winds himself like a damn snake, trying to get out of having the collar pulled over his neck.

Gabriel sits on him, thick thighs clenched around him to ride him like a damn horse while he tries his utmost to get the loop over Jack’s slim muzzle. Once he has that done, the rest is fucking history.

They’re both so damn excited… Gabriel is only wearing a pair of tight shorts, his erection clearly visible down the inside of his strong thigh. He can’t see Jack’s sheathe but he can feel how his sides are quivering against his knees, his long tongue lolling out of the side of his maw. He’s fucking ecstatic to have Gabriel push him to the ground while curling the collar tightly around his neck.

It is a specially made one, more a lasso than anything else; he can pull it nice and tight if Jack were to rebel against him… which he obviously isn’t. His tail is wagging so hard, it keeps slapping Gabriel in the back. He slowly rocks his hips, just letting himself feel the slim back beneath him, knowing that if Jack wanted, he could throw him off and be at his throat in no time.

To have him beneath him is… it is insane. Gabriel can’t believe that he gets to do this. Is this even a thing? Do other partners fantasize about dominating their werewolf partners? Do their cocks start drooling just from the thought of grabbing a hold of that big bushy tail and pushing into them, having them be their bitch?

God. This is so fucked up. Jack must have rubbed off on him, there is no other way.

He slowly curls the leash around his fist, shimmying his way backward. It’s awkward, the tail is in the way, but eventually he’s slotted behind Jack with that big white tail slapping him in the face until he grabs it and forces it stop moving.

Jack immediately whines. His slim back is shaking in anticipation. He turns his head, eying Gabriel with those sulfur colored eyes of his. He opens his maw and his long tongue flops out in what looks like a slightly deranged grin.

Weirdly enough, it is that that makes the wolf look most like Jack. It is these little things that keep reminding Gabriel that Jack can remember most of the things happening during his transformation and that he is still just as much of a pervert.

“Fuck… okay… okay, holy shit. Just stay put, damn you,” he mutters breathlessly, hips humping Jack’s skinny ass.

Some things just never changed, it seems. No matter the body, Jack Morrison got the skinniest goddamn ass Gabriel has ever witnessed.

Doesn’t matter now. He fumbles for the lube with one hand and shoves down his shorts with the other. His cock springs out, swinging like Jack’s damn tail. He’s so eager for it… he couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to. He’s fantasized about mounting Jack in this form for so long that he hisses and has to pause for a second as he touches his dick and feels like he is going to shoot at any second.

Fuck, he’s riled up so much.

He’s let the leash go, dropping it on Jack’s back, but that’s okay. Jack hasn’t tried to get away in the first place. His large hole keeps twitching in anticipation. Beneath, his furry balls are bouncing with the heft they got.

Gabriel can’t help but grab them carefully, thumb dragging over the soft fur, feeling them big and warm in his palm. He knows how much cum is in them. He’s gotten filled up with it enough times to know how bloated he is afterward.

This time is different, though. This time it is his turn to show Jack a good time.

When he leans over his boyfriend’s back, the tip of his dick pressing against his hole, Jack stretches luxuriously and twists his head back, giving Gabriel’s ear a few kisses.

He loves what is happening. He’ll be talking about this for weeks; probably until the next full moon when he’ll beg Gabriel to do it again. Do it meaner. Harder. Really make him submit as he struggles against it.

Gabriel might just do it. It’s hard to think when he starts to sink into the heat of Jack’s body. It’s soft and wet and clutches at his cock like silk. Does it feel different than Jack in his human form? He can’t tell. Jack just… Jack just feels good.

Fucking him is always like coming home. Even if there is so much damn fur tickling Gabriel’s nose when he leans forward and puts his head on Jack’s slim back.

Jack is Jack is Jack.

Still… he is careful as he fucks him at first; a nice easy back-and-forth of his hips to take stock of how much Jack can take. Whether he even likes it.

He whines and chuffs, obviously trying to egg Gabriel on, but he can tell that he’s not ready for it… until he suddenly grunts and starts to relax, luxuriously stretching forward and lifting his ass up into the breeding.

“That’s it… damn… that’s exactly it,” Gabriel groans, body tingling all over and eyes feeling wet with just how good it feels to have Jack go all but boneless beneath him from getting fucked by Gabriel.

Of course this is nasty and depraved and despite how perverse Jack is, Gabriel has never been quite convinced that this urge to fuck his werewolf boyfriend was quite sane…

but this here… this really feels like love.

[direocean]

Just My Luck - Chapter 6

Breakfast With a Werewolf

Main Characters: Werewolf!Jacksepticeye, Hunter!Markiplier, Chica

Summary: Sean went to LA to visit friends and ended up staying at Mark’s house for the duration of the trip. He discovers something about Mark that he wished he had known before; and now he’s in a heap of trouble.

Pairing: None

Warnings: Strong Language, blood, character in pain

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Mark fell asleep in his desk chair and was awoken by Seàn’s screams and howls as he transformed back at 5 am.

Mark grabbed a blanket, when down to the basement and tossed the blanket into the room without looking.

Then he went to the kitchen and started frying some bacon.

Seàn passed through the kitchen, wrapped in the blanket and went upstairs, he came back down with clothes on. He. Was. Starving.

He didn’t so much as look at the bacon that was in the frying pan, he went straight for the rest of the package that sat next to Mark on the counter, uncooked and raw. Seàn grabbed a big handful and began eating.

He stopped mid-bite when he noticed Mark was staring at him.

“What’d you expect?” he asked.

Mark shook his head. “I don’t really know.”

“I didn’t have anything to eat last night and let me tell you, that beast’s a hungry fucker.”

“Damn…”

“I need a lot of calories to keep up with the energy needed for transformations and shit. You know, I ate a steak the night I got here, a whole deer that night in the reserve, and I was still starved for breakfast the next morning.” Seàn explained. “And I haven’t even been eating near as much as I should during the day…”

“Damn… Well, most of the meat in the freezer’s gonna start to get old soon so… I suppose you can have at it.” Mark offered.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Seàn sighed. He went over to the freezer and took out basically half a steer’s worth of meat and set it out on the counter to thaw.

“How much meat do you have at home?” Mark asked.

“A. Fuckin’. Lot.” Seàn answered. “I have a room, and not a small one, that is a dedicated freezer.”

“Holy shit… you look like a person who would be full after half a pork-chop.” Mark marvelled.

“I know, and I was that kind of person before… before.” 

Mark finished his own breakfast while Seàn wolfed down a few steaks. 

It felt so strange to find out that someone he had known for so long was a werewolf. He never would’ve guessed.

After they finished their breakfasts, they remained seated at the table and talked. Seàn finally being able to relax.

“So,” Seàn began. “I was pretty suspicious at times, but what finally convinced you that I was a werewolf?”

“Well, I got really suspicious the day after I uh… shot you, and you seemed stiff, and then Chica started acting really worried about you. So, while you were gone I did some sleuthing and I found the bloody T-shirt in the trash, and then I… kinda, sorta… snooped through your stuff a bit… and I found the bullet.” Mark said. “So, I put the air-freshener thing in the living room and waited.”

“Were Tyler and Ethan actually here yesterday?”

“Tyler was. He helped me… look for clues.”

“Is… is he…”

“A Hunter? Yes.”

“Ah… nice to know…”

“Um, how did you… remove the bullet?”

“Ah, I just… y’know… pulled it out…”

“With like… tweezers or something?”

“No…”

“With your bare hands???”

“Yeah.”

“Ouch… sorry about that…”

“No worries, I needed it… I would’ve devoured you if you hadn’t…”

“Uh huh... Okay, so, I don’t know a ton about werewolves, I’ve never actually met any, but… how does it work? Do you just… completely lose control?”

“Depends on how hungry I am… I don’t really… lose control. My instincts are just… strengthened. I don’t usually go after humans, I don’t usually give myself the chance, they really don’t taste good. I just… hadn’t eaten enough during the past few days.” Seàn explained.

“Wait… don’t taste all that good? You know what people taste like???”

Seàn sat in an awkward silence, trying not to let the memory return to his mind.

“I… I…” Seàn stuttered. He shook his head sadly. “Not my proudest moment, okay?”

“Holy shit…”

“I’m just a monster that deserves to be put down. I’ll never be able to move past that.”

Mark gave Seàn a pat on the shoulder. “It’s… it’s okay, Seàn.” Mark said.

“No, it’s not okay. Nothing will ever make it okay.” Seàn said. “I’m a monster and no one can change that.”

“Seàn! Don’t be ridiculous, you’re no monster! You’re just a man who’s been through some shit.”

“Why haven’t you shot me, Mark? You’re a Hunter. Isn’t that your job? You’re supposed to kill people like me, good or bad.”

“Actually, that’s where you’re wrong.” Mark said. “Hunters only kill those with bad intentions, because the real monsters are those that wish harm upon others. We’re not destroyers of potential threats, we’re destroyers of threats.” he explained.

“Now, disappointingly often, people who find themselves blessed with… strange abilities use them for evil. Sadly, you’re the first one I’ve met that didn’t mean harm to people.”

Seàn shook his head. “If you only knew…” he got up, walked to the window and looked outside. “When you’re a werewolf, you… crave blood and flesh and… even during the daylight hours. I can smell Chica, I can smell you, Mark. And it makes me fucking hungry.”

“But you don’t act on that hunger, Seàn, and that’s what makes the difference.” Mark said.

“I don’t know…” Seàn sighed.

Then his stomach rumbled loudly.

“Sorry… I really am hungry…” he chuckled awkwardly as he went back to the counter to grab more food.

“Damn. You just ate two steaks and a quarter pound of bacon..”

“Well, welcome to my normal, everyday diet.”

“Fuck, dude,” Mark marvelled. “You’re so skinny, where the hell does it all go?”

Seàn shrugged as he sat down and took a huge bite out of a freshly thawed out pork chop.

Chica walked up to him and tried to sniff out the meat. Seàn involuntarily froze and an inhuman growl rumbled deep in his throat.

Chica quickly backed off.

“Oh, no, no, no, Chica! I’m sorry girl, I didn’t mean to!” he said, tearing off a small piece of meat and holding it out for her.

She hesitantly approached and ate the meat out of his hand. She relaxed and her tail began softly thumping on the floor once again.

Seàn looked up at Mark who was sitting on the table. “There’s a reason I don’t have any pets…”

Mark chuckled and shook his head. “It’s going to be interesting to finally find out what werewolves are like in their day to day lives. Sitcom style.”

Seàn laughed. “Yeah.”

~~~

The End.

Or is it?

Hey guys! Dire here! If you guys really like this story and would like some more, let me know! I have an idea on where the story could go, I’m just not sure if anyone would be interested. Thanks for reading!

[spacediddly]

(For @shadeofazmeinya and the Werewolf AU. I don't know who sent the original ask, but I have fallen in love with this AU and have decided to take an idea I had for it and run.)

Rumors of werewolves were not a new thing. Geoff had been all over the states and everywhere he went, he heard the tales of them. Beasts, as tall as cars, twice as big when they stood on their back legs, with paws that could crush a human skull just by stepping on it, rows and rows of razor sharp teeth in their massive jaws, and eyes as red as blood that could see right into your soul. Geoff would just shake his head and move on his way, they weren't that big.

Still, as the years went on, he started hearing the stories less and less. They were written off as old wives tales, nothing more than little stories you tell at the campfire to get a rouse out of your friends. The rumors disappeared all together once he arrived in Los Santos, people were too busy worrying about getting shot to care about werewolves. That was just fine by Geoff, he came out here searching for a legacy to create, not one to retell.

Werewolves hadn't cross his mind in ages until they showed up in town, The Hellhounds of Los Santos. That's what the locals called them. There was no way to determine how many there were, as no one had ever seen them. The CEO of All-Nighter, a popular club in down town, said there was ten of them, normal looking enough, but with massive scars all over their faces to make it impossible for the FBI to track them. The old homeless man who sat on the corner of Connelly and Fifth claimed there was at least a hundred of them, fists the size of your head and thundering footsteps that could be heard from miles away. They didn't seem to want to cause a ruckus, but these supposed werewolves had created quite the stir in the people. All anyone knew was not to go by the docks at night, especially during a full moon.

So, of course, as soon as the reports of dead bodies popping up on the docks once every month started coming in, Geoff had Gavin install a security camera outside the old fish packing building, right across from the suspected place. Gav thought Geoff was going looney, people find dead bodies everywhere in Los Santos, this wasn't a new occurrence. Geoff assured him that he just wanted to check, make sure it wasn't some little gang hiding out down there. Gavin shrugged and it as he was asked.

Nothing came out of it under two weeks later, around midnight.

"Oi, Geoffrey, you might wanna come see this!". Gavin called from his desk, his face lit up by the glow of his monitors. It was late into the night when he noticed it.

"Gav, I swear to God if this is another video of a cat getting its head stuck in a fucking tissue box, I'm going to turn off the wifi.". Geoff sighed as he came in the room, cup of coffee in his hand.

"Not quite.". Gavin trailed off, pulling up a camera feed. Geoff plopped himself down into the chair beside him, looking at the monitors. "I was check over all the feeds and, well, look.". He pointed to the video.

It was of the docks, Geoff had almost forgotten that he asked Gavin to set one up there. About fifteen seconds into the video, the rolling door of the warehouse was slowly pushed open, as if someone was having a hard time with it, and a figure stepped out.

It was a little hard to make one the features of the person, the camera's quality was only so so, but they looked it be a young man, around Gavin's age and slightly shorter, with a mop of messy hair. Geoff quickly took notice of the huge scar on his left bicep, it looked like it was pretty recent. The figure looked around for a second, then rolled the door closed and took off.

"That was around five pm, yeah? And then this happened a couple hours later.". Gavin dragging his mouse, moving the feed to about six am, if the timestamp was correct. The rolling door was opened again, this time whoever it was was out of the camera's view, and a blur of motion shot through the opening, moving much faster than any human, and the door closed quickly behind them.

Geoff leaned back in his chair and blew out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. So the rumors were true. Werewolves, or at least something of that nature, were in Los Santos. He never thought he'd live to see the day.

"Thanks, Gav, you did good work.". He ruffled the younger's messy hair and stood up. Gavin looked at him, sliding his headphones off.

"What are you going to do, Geoff?".

"Right now? Going to go bed. In the morning? I'm heading to the docks.".

...

Geoff woke up bright and early that morning. Well, not exactly woke up, insomnia was a bit of a bitch, but as soon as the sun was up, he was out of bed. He went to check on Gav before he left, to tell him what he was doing, but he found the lad at his desk, hunched over and snoring. Geoff smiled fondly, what a lovable idiot. Instead of waking the Brit up, he quickly jotted down a note telling him where he'd be and to come find him if he wasn't back by noon, and hurried out the door.

It was a quiet drive to the docks, the apartment they were currently staying at was only fifteen minutes anyway and no one in their right mind was up this early in the morning. Well, nobody but Geoff, but it was debatable if he was in his right mind considering that he was looking for werewolves.

He parked several buildings away from the warehouse, too close and whoever was in there would hear him. As he approached the concrete structure, he counted at least six bloody spots on the ground from bodies, one was still fresh.

The warehouse used to be used for making and storing fishing gear, but fisherman hadn't lived in Los Santos for years, so they were mostly used by squatters, drug dealer, and supposed werewolves. Most of the glass windows of the three story building were still intact, albeit cracked, and some of the other corners were crumpled. The perfect place to hide out if you didn't want to be found.

Now that he's at the rolling door, Geoff does not blame the guy for having a hard time getting it open, the thing's like seven feet tall and fucking heavy. Once it's open big enough for him to squeeze through, he's in the warehouse.

It's not quite what he was expecting; it was definitely run down and in need of several repairs, and the concrete made the whole building a lot cooler than outside, but it had protection from the elements, mostly, so that was something. Droplets of water hit Geoff's head as he walked under a rusty exposed pipe, making him jump. He ran his hand through his hair as he scowled at the pipe, like that was going to do something.

After walking around for a minute, he found the stairs that led up to the second story, footprints and what looked to be massive paw prints were left on the stairs by someone before him; he spotted at least three different shoe sizes and two different paw shapes. There definitely had to be something going on here.

To the left of the top of the stairs was a beat up old couch that had definitely seen better days, two large dog beds, and a claw-scratched coffee table in the middle, barely standing on three legs. The air reeked of wet dog and blood, making Geoff wrinkle up his nose. "So, there's at least three werewolves living here. Weird, I thought there weren't any packs left in North America.".

"There aren't.". A voice growled behind him.

Geoff froze. To be honest, he did not thing this plan through; like what was he going to do if and when he came face to face with a werewolf. An angry one at that, of the tone of the voice was anything to go off of. He slowly put his hands and turned around, ready to have his face mauled off.

In front of him was a woman, not a wolf. She was about five foot ten, well built with strong arms and broad shoulders, ginger hair that fell to about her shoulders, and murder in her golden eyes. She growled at him, in a hunched defensive stance, ready to tear him apart if he made one wrong move.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?".

"I'm Geoff Ramsey, and I was just looking.". That made her falter for a second, eyes wide as her breath caught. She looked at him with something akin to fear and something else, something far deep that he could see.

"Ah, so I take it the Ramsey name still carries on. Should have guessed as much, it's hard to forget a family like mine.". He joked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. Sure, his family was pretty well known, but they didn't exactly have the best history to go with it, so it's not surprise that it caught her off guard.

She snared at him, eyes a blaze, and stocked closer to him. "Give me one good reason not to rip your throat out right now.". She bared her teeth, sharp canines ready to bite into his jugular.

"I mean you no harm, I just wanted to help you.". He tried to explain, but she didn't look like she was interested in listening to his plea.

The ginger barked out a laugh, harsh and sharp, like a knife cutting right through what little confidence he had in that second. "Help? What help could you be to me?".

Geoff dropped his hands, who was going to take him serious with his arms in the air like an idiot. "Look, I know what you are and I know how to help you. You aren't the first werewolf I've met, and judging my the dog beds, you won't be the last.".

She locked him up and down, clearly skeptical of what he was saying, but slowly straighten up out of her attack pose. The ginger raised her eyebrow at him and nodded her head, showing she was listening.

"You guys were had to find, just as elusive as the Vagabond, but everyone knows he's just a myth. Anyway, if I was able to find you, others will be able to find you, and trust me, they won't be a friendly as I am. They'll come in with guns, ready to tear your pack apart and torture you, either to find out what you are or just for the hell of it.". She looked at him, afraid, not for herself, but for her family.

"I don't want that, and you sure as hell don't want that, so let me help you.". Her mood changed; her shoulders slumped, her face dropped, she looked exhausted. Like this wasn't the first time she had moved her pack somewhere she thought was safe for them to inevitably get found out.

"I promise I just want to help you, and I would never break a pack, I know the importance of a family. But I need you to trust me.". Geoff offered his hand to her.

She looked at him, thinking for a moment. She slowly placed her warm hand in his, not closing hers, ready to pull away if need be. "Jack.". She said.

Geoff stood there, grinning at her. "Alrighty, Jack, looks like you've got yourself a partner. Let's keep your pack safe.".