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“my father, a european scholar and aristocrat, and more, a warlock and werewolf who, now dead, had left me another inheritance as well . . . THE CURSE OF A WEREWOLF BORN!"

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#( out of character. )#pinned #finally got this cleaned up after the rebrand

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“Okay, don’t be mad…”

She’s soaking wet in the middle of the day. Soggy paw prints leading a well worn trail from a certain someone’s bedroom… It was only a matter of time, honestly.

"aw..." he just knew. he knew the day would come, and thought that he would be ready for it, but that was just pure naivety. or perhaps it was hubris. to think that he could have his cake and eat it too? jack russell should know better. a dash across soggy shag to his bedroom got him there just in time to see his water bed gurgle out its last few drops. it was dead. "I had some good times on that thing. we had some good times on that thing. aww..." he wasn't mad. not at her. but he was disappointed. what was he supposed to sleep on now? a mattress?

#predctory #rip jack's water bed 1972-1985

crisisofinfinitemultiverses

Werewolf by Night: Red Band 3 (2024) by Jason Loo & Sergio Dávila

Cover: E M Gist

#( a werewolf born! | jack russell )#when the boys are coming at you like this?#ur done kid #the red band covers have been feeding me

when you're in a bad book design competition and you're up against mike grell's green arrow

anyway I moved everything I could downstairs and my three days of furniture hell are over so I should be around later

#( out of character. )

since jack has never really participated in any line-wide events, here's some little headcanons as to what he was up to during the greatest hits:

secret wars (1984): jack did not participate in the all the mayhem on battleworld, but did try to step up and pick up some of the slack that the missing heroes left behind. for those few months, he was more or less the main superhero of los angeles.

mutant massacre: jack did not participate in mutant massacre, but the morlok tunnels eventually became the site of monster metropolis, which would be relevant to him later.

infinity gauntlet: he was among the half of heroes snapped away, and eventually restored to life.

onslaught: you know he wouldn't touch that shit with a ten foot pole.

civil war: this is where things get interesting. jack was nominally pro-registration due to his history with iron man. the werewolf's animal abilities were put to work tracking down some anti-reg holdouts. he was stark's envoy to the marvel monsters, who he could not convince to join the fighting. when goliath was killed, jack ended all of his involvement in the civil war.

secret invasion: the werewolf was able to sniff out skrulls, and it and the marvel monsters did some battle against them. jack was on the periphery, just off screen, during the central park battle.

dark reign/siege: after norman osborn assumed the levers of power, HAMMER went after the marvel monsters, jack included. he had a particularly nasty, knock down, drag out wolf fight with daken. monster metropolis was being established at this time, and when daken hacked frank castle into pieces, jack was among the monsters who gave him his... new lease on life

avengers vs x-men: see onslaught

secret wars (2015): jack was on earth when the incursion with the ultimate universe happened, and was briefly erased from existence

civil war II: once again, jack took iron man's side and opposed the exploitation of ulysses, but this time refused to get involved in any way.

secret empire: jack was part of the resistance against hydra and the impostor captain america, hitting the regime guerilla style along the west coast.

blood hunt: always rearing and ready to rip when it comes to all things dracula, he reveled in the chance to fight the vampire menace alongside the avengers and his supernatural buddies.

#( out of character. )#( headcanons. )#can you tell where I stopped following ongoing marvel?#tl;dr is that he was mostly there for civil war/dark reign/blood hunt

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werewolfbynite

what jack russell would never admit, in so many words, was that he did like being treated a bit like an animal. there were all sorts of tells. like a loyal hound, he would always come running to her calls, ready to follow her about her day or into the depths of hell. like an obedient hound, when she pulled back his head by his shorthairs to reveal his soft underbelly, the quiver of his body stole his breath away. what she had was a privilege, one of the most exclusive there was--- to tug on that leash, to bring him to heel. but animals, certainly dogs, were territorial beasts. jack had his moods too. to scratch, to gnaw, to claim. he wasn't going to give up their intimate little struggle for control without a fight. he may lose it, as he often did, but god was he graceful in defeat. and she, so magnificent in her victory. she could nip at his most tender flesh all she liked, and he knew that she would. leave all of the little marks that showed through his wide-collared shirts like trophies that she liked. it got his blood running hot, and it was giving him oh so many little ideas. his turn was coming. "you're goddamn right I do---" there was the composure again. there was that steely jawed gunslinger again. there was that commando again. the grip on her hips relaxed, and those wide hands of his splayed out into her fur. they plowed ten lanes against the grains of her fur, coming to rest right where the thin strings of her top came together. jack was no boy scout, but he did know one certain knot like the back of his hand--- hers. he knew exactly which loop to tug on, exactly which strand to follow up on, and exactly what would happen when he did them. one pull, two pull, and it unraveled into his lap. it remained to be seen who would end up unraveled in who's lap. "---and don't you forget it, either." the words died against her lips when he went in for another taste of them, hungrier than ever. he may have only had human teeth, but the message he nibbled into her bottom lip should have read all the same--- he was still the biggest dog in the room.

predctory

werewolfbynite

jack was all too aware of the ticking clock, counting down to the expiration date of their little evening delight. the grandfather clock in the corner of his study hardly needed to chime out the time--- it was all instinct and habit now. there were two hours until he went away and something awful took his place. he would steal every second of them and make off like a bandit into that full moonlit night, that he could be sure of. all of their moments together, passionate or quiet, were his own little acts of resistance against an indifferent universe. that greedy, rebellious little man didn't waste a moment. as soon as he'd freed her from her top, those paws of his were all over her. filling them amply with her breasts. his fingers kneaded the tender flesh, and his calloused thumbs pressed heavy circles into her sensitive buds. nice and slow at first, to let the texture of his thumbs stiffen her up. busy hands gave way to busy lips. where his thumbs would leave, his mouth would follow. his hot breath heralded his wet lips, eagerly pulling her left breast into his damp embrace. blue eyes met her piercing yellowish gaze. never in his life could jack win a staring contest with greer, but he would always try. sooner or later, the thoughts of what she might be seeing within him would always cause him to blink, or to break, or even once, to weep. "yes, jacob." the name always cut through him like butter. his real name, the name he kept hidden away from the world. only a handful of people had known it, and only one of them knew exactly how to use it effectively. damn her. with a wet pop, jack, jacob, released her from his mouth. "that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he recognized the challenge. like any of his other trials, he wasn't going to take it sitting down. oh no. with a fluid motion, his arms snaked their way under her thighs. he stood from his armchair and brought her up along with him. now standing, it was clear just how stiff her hairpulling and gentle taunting had made him. damn her again. "you sure you can back up all that tough talk?" he could challenge her, too. he needed to be sprawled out. he needed to sprawl her out. it was off to the bedroom, away from that dreadful script and taunting clock.

#predctory #nasty little creatures #usfw

predctory

@werewolfbynite CONT

Cats & people share many similarities: moods could turn on a dime, rub someone the wrong way & they’re liable to take a swipe, everybody needs a bit of reassurance every now & then. Now no one could call Jack inattentive — but when Greer gets in her moods, she’s not settling for anything less than all eyes on her. Jack should count his lucky stars that the only souls in his swanky pad were theirs.

In no mood for subtlety, the cat-woman draped herself into her lovers’ lap like a dropped towel: draping her furry arms over his shoulder like a coat placed delicately over them. As soon as his words left his lips & that silly script was discarded without so much as a groan of protest, Greer began to purr. Jaw angled into his tender touch as she ran the length of it over his knuckles. She would never say out loud how much of these pet-like attentions she adored. She wasn’t an animal, but boy — did she really enjoy feeling like it sometimes.

His kiss was returned with the same reverence he gave it, paw sliding up into his shaggy hair from the base of his skull & fisting firmly, perhaps a tiny bit possessively. You’d be hard pressed to find a cat or a girl that would willingly share this prized catch around. Maybe she should give him some grace, maybe she shouldn’t tug too forcefully on that leash she’s got him on.

Maybe he should stop being so generous with her so she doesn’t keep taking advantage.

She smiles crookedly as he whispers against her cheek, turning her head toward him, ducking beneath his chin to rub the side of her face against it. “Shut up,” she chuckles under her breath, latching onto his earlobe with her sharp teeth to give him a warning nip. Rough tongue soothes the sting, purring strong & steady against his ear as his desperate grip on her hips betrays his suave little guise. She supposes he’s owed an answer to his endearing question… She swallows her smart-ass little retort & swaps it for something sweeter.

“You do. And you do it best.”

werewolfbynite

what jack russell would never admit, in so many words, was that he did like being treated a bit like an animal. there were all sorts of tells. like a loyal hound, he would always come running to her calls, ready to follow her about her day or into the depths of hell. like an obedient hound, when she pulled back his head by his shorthairs to reveal his soft underbelly, the quiver of his body stole his breath away. what she had was a privilege, one of the most exclusive there was--- to tug on that leash, to bring him to heel. but animals, certainly dogs, were territorial beasts. jack had his moods too. to scratch, to gnaw, to claim. he wasn't going to give up their intimate little struggle for control without a fight. he may lose it, as he often did, but god was he graceful in defeat. and she, so magnificent in her victory. she could nip at his most tender flesh all she liked, and he knew that she would. leave all of the little marks that showed through his wide-collared shirts like trophies that she liked. it got his blood running hot, and it was giving him oh so many little ideas. his turn was coming. "you're goddamn right I do---" there was the composure again. there was that steely jawed gunslinger again. there was that commando again. the grip on her hips relaxed, and those wide hands of his splayed out into her fur. they plowed ten lanes against the grains of her fur, coming to rest right where the thin strings of her top came together. jack was no boy scout, but he did know one certain knot like the back of his hand--- hers. he knew exactly which loop to tug on, exactly which strand to follow up on, and exactly what would happen when he did them. one pull, two pull, and it unraveled into his lap. it remained to be seen who would end up unraveled in who's lap. "---and don't you forget it, either." the words died against her lips when he went in for another taste of them, hungrier than ever. he may have only had human teeth, but the message he nibbled into her bottom lip should have read all the same--- he was still the biggest dog in the room.

#predctory #usfw #big dog jack has entered the chat

junkfoodcinemas

Escape from New York (1981) dir. John Carpenter

#( aesthetic. )#this is how jack talks to superheroes

of all the things I wished carried over from the classic werewolf by night era, I wish they kept jack as spider-woman's buddy. it's so fun! he's her weird neighbor who fights her sometimes and helps her other times. the loose ends from his series sort of get tied up in hers. she gets to stare at him with his shirt off. it's a win win no matter how you look at it

#( out of character. )#could you imagine jack babysitting her son? he'd be such a bad influence

pretend I posted this yesterday. girl, same. just letting those things out for god and everyone to see

#( out of character. )#long post #carmine infantino I was unfamiliar with your game #suggestive

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[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap. (attention, we demand it!)

nonverbal prompts || ACCEPTING @predctory

jack never would finish that script, and the notes he was supposed to give with it, at this rate. these weeks that had passed since he confessed his love had passed in a blissful blur between his sheets, out in the streets, and under the stars. it was hard to find the time for anything else. he didn't want to find it. everything he wanted he had right here. to hell with that script, and to hell with everything else. when all of that everything slinked onto his lap in that quiet way of hers, jack took the message loud and clear. he didn't need any more convincing to pull his attention away from the absolutely enrapturing dialogue found in the pages of peril over siancong. "my little pussycat... c'mere." maybe some of the warmth in his voice would come through when he ran the back of his fingers along her jaw, and maybe even more when he followed that with a kiss. a happily swishing tail knocked the script from the table and into a heap on the floor, but, somehow, jack couldn't find a care in the world. "so needy..." he would murmur against her cheek. whether he was talking about himself or herself, was unclear. "who loves you, baby?" maybe the way he reached for her hips would remind her. he was certainly talking about himself now. tomorrow. tomorrow he would finish that script. for sure.

#predctory

suredid

"negative, you never once said those words. you said MAYBE you'd take me out, which is hardly the same thing." she was quick to argue. "i called going to see a show and doing shopping touristy shit." her eyelashes fluttered as she rolled those beautiful, big blues.

and then he was looking at her and she was highly aware of this, to the degree that it almost felt like she was suddenly naked, like those pictures shared. for someone who liked to behave as if she didn't care.. ooh suddenly she couldn't stop thinking about what he might be assessing.

until he said exactly what he thought and it made darcy blush so hard she had to turn to face the window or die on the spot from the embarrassment of being perceived in such a way.

good looking men were demons!

"oh, i am so sure," she couldn't help her little smile, hidden away with a tilt of her face toward the window.

the house was insane. straight up it was one of the nicest homes she had ever seen. even compared to her childhood home and neighborhood.

not that she had grown up in a slum, but there was certainly a kind of.. hillbilly charm to her childhood digs. and new york was new york, small and tightly packed. what counted as nice was not having a rat scuttling in your walls.

darcy was pretty sure she had two.

nah, this dude's place was NICE but when she stepped past the threshold the hair on her arms stood on end. something about this place was very fucky.

"yeah... sure..."

she never did settle by the fireplace. instead she kept making circles in that living area, squinting at things hung on the walls. when he came back she'd blurt, "man, your place needs a young priest and an old priest, like, stat."

werewolfbynite

some people were more sensitive to his home than others. those with the proper eyes to see and the ears to hear would pick up on things that the normal folk never could. even long before his curse took hold on his eighteenth birthday, and the horror and been unleashed into his life, the home was haunted by something as simple as an evil stepfather. now, by strange artifacts and the mysterious forces that lie within. jack was utterly desensitized to it. the unease, the invisible cloud, was all just background noise, like a refrigerator gurgling. he would even say that it gives his pad a homey charm that one couldn't find anywhere else. "a priest? gabriel the devil-hunter shows up here about once a month. and he's middle aged." he was also a prodigious drinker, an exorcist of busty women, and, incidentally, entirely defrocked. when father gabriel rode into town, nothing holy was on the docket. "I suppose you're wondering what my whole deal is, huh?" had the situation been reversed, it would have been his most itching question. certainly it would have been after setting foot in a house like his own.

"you could say I'm a concerned citizen." the way he said it implied that there was even more to it than that, but those details were kept close to the chest for now. "think of me as... the night watchman. the man on the wall. I keep some things out and let others in." that was more or less true. "and you? what do you do?"

#suredid

activity might be low for the next few days, I'm basically rearranging the whole house. I have so many comics to move downstairs, pray for my knees

#( out of character. )

k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9

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Bob Dylan – Knockin' On Heaven's Door

#( wolf tracks | music. )

fangerine

"We're not gonna get rid of anybody! We're gonna stick together, just like it used to be! When you side with a man, you stay with him! And if you can't do that, you're like some animal. You're finished! We're finished! All of us!"

THE WILD BUNCH (1969) dir. Sam Peckinpah

#( aesthetic. )#cw: guns

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ـــــــــﮩ٨ـ 🗡 @werewolfbynite ⌖ CONTNUATION

𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍. Even a quick statement as that was not something of the norm for the assassin. Often times her partners would work beside her silence. She was a woman of action. Fluid and meticulous in her movement, no words need be uttered to understand what was needed. Other times she was an enigma. Chaos wrapped in red silk, terrifying and beautiful and just as deadly.

Once upon a time she was something else --- someone else. A college student wanting nothing more than to help change the world. A political science major hoping to follow in her father's footsteps. A young woman in love for the very first time. A dancer. A daughter. Then suddenly it all changed one day.

Fate had a way of being cruel at the worst of times. Everything was beautiful, she was happy. Happier than she'd ever been. Matthew was by her side, her father had mad waves in Greece as a diplomat. And she was happy.

One pull of the trigger changed everything for her. She had died more than once, but no one really knew her first death was the moment she watched her father's lifeless body hit the floor.

❝ No, ❞ her voice is low and calm. She stares up at the sky as though looking for something to fall from it. Perhaps to gauge the size of the moon inspite of knowing it would not be full.

❝ How little you know of my world. How little you know of other's tragedy. ❞ She blinks, Amber eyes turn towards his gaze. Her face gives way to no emotion. Always stoic.

❝ Once you've lived a life like mine there is nothing as simple as putting the sword down. I will one day die by it. Maybe someone will finally shoot me in the head. Perhaps another will stab me in my heart or slit my throat. I may feel a cord wrap my throat. Who knows? But I will die by this life. There is no escaping this life. I am an assassin. I will die an assassin. ❞

werewolfbynite

if there was one thing she said that he agreed with, it was that he knew little of her world. it was more like nothing. if asked her name, he would have no answer. if asked what she was doing, he would have no answer. if asked her profession, that he could answer. an assassin. if only his mother could see the company he was keeping these days... he did know something else about the woman, though. in some ways, because it was like looking into a mirror. he knew she was carrying something. heavy. burdensome. it wasn't what he saw in her stony look, it was what he didn't see that clued him in. he didn't see the straining. the thing that she carried had been there for awhile, treated with the same resignation that he gave to his thing.

"those sound a lot like fantasies to me." once again with the blunt perspective granted to him by his many years on the periphery of not only their little community, but reality itself. "don't you even want to try?" frustration had crept into his formerly california cool demeanor, causing him to drop it entirely. damn her. jack spent his entire adult life chasing his own tail in a desperate, flailing mission to cure himself of his condition, knowing damn well that he would likely never find one. one may give him a moment's respite, or a new twist on it, but they always slipped through his fingers like sand in the end. to have such a human condition of her own, and to wallow in it no less? it rankled him. "if I were living a life where someone might stab me, shoot me, strangle me, I'd get a new one, because that one is busted." was he not also living a busted life? every one of those things had happened to him in the last week. "seems to me like you know that already. you're an assassin. you're good at it. kill that monster that's holding you prisoner."

#decthbringer

metalprompts

* ― ﴾ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ﴿ : 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally , i’m tired of the secondhand embarrassment. so here’s a random assortment of nsfw actions and dialogue prompts that don’t feel too over the top. ( don’t forget to add [ reverse ] if you’d like to see the receiver perform the action. )

actions.

[ PULL ]: sender pulls receivers hair.

[ HICKEY ]: sender gives receiver a hickey.

[ TRAIL ]: sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach.

[ HIPS ]: sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips.

[ KNEES ]: sender lowers themselves to their knees.

[ STRIPTEASE ]: sender teasingly strips their clothes.

[ STRIP ]: sender undresses receiver.

[ GRIND ]: sender grinds on receivers thigh.

[ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.

[ PASSENGER ]: sender touches receiver while sender is driving.

[ DRIVER ]: sender goes down on / touches receiver while receiver is driving.

[ OVERSTIMULATED ]: sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm.

[ PUBLIC ]: sender and receiver have sex somewhere public.

[ CAR ]: sender and receiver have sex in a car.

[ CONTROL ]: sender is riding receiver and receiver takes control by guiding their hips.

[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away.

[ EYES ]: sender makes receiver look them in the eyes.

[ BEG ]: sender begs receiver to touch / fuck them.

[ MORNING ]: sender wakes receiver up with sex.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receivers lap to tease them.

[ CAMERA ]: sender records receiver.

[ RECORD ]: sender is recorded by receiver.

[ MOUTH ]: sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth.

[ LOVE ]: sender tells receiver they love them during.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver onto bed.

dialogue.

“ you look so pretty like this. “

“ i want to spend all night learning every sound you make. “

“ let me take care of you. “

“ i’m not wearing any underwear right now. “

“ you’re really good at that. “

“ god, you’re so wet / hard …. “

“ i think about you when i touch myself. “

“ tell me what you want. “

“ please touch / fuck me. “

“ i love teasing you. “

“ touch yourself for me. “

“ i get so wet / hard around you. “

“ get on your knees. “

“ you’re such a tease. “

“ tell me you’re mine. “

“ i’m yours. “

“ i want you to cum for me. “

“ i want you to cum in me. “

“ i’ll be good, i promise. “

“ you’re doing so good for me. “

“ you feel so good. “

“ you sound so pretty when you moan. “

“ i could be your toy. “

“ fuck me like you love me. “

“ i’m gonna cum- “

“ i just want to feel something. “

“ i wanna be on top this time. “

#usfw #we ball regardless #no ship needed jack is a hoe

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