#Perry come get your man I beg you

[wataksampingan]

Spoilers for the end of Ep 66 (...granted it's already out for general reading but still)

This sequence of panels dragged me into an emotional abyss and spat me back out, my god.

The man dragged out what looks like an entire bedsheet/blanket or multiple towels to soak up the amount of blood he's producing. Like, he's used to this. He's experienced this his whole life. The memory of that burning metallic taste scorching the throat and mouth must have faded ever so slightly - these fits are more common in childhood after all - but he's seen this claim his relatives, his brother. So he knows what to expect, what to do.

But the sheer loneliness of this situation, the way seungu makes the room loom over him, gray and black and foreboding, and how he's sitting on the floor, backed up against the wall got me. Again like those corridors that looked so suffocating when he relived memories of the war he fought.

He's there in the corner because the trauma of meeting the princess again has snapped whatever thread he's been clinging to. He can take the stress of the lawsuit. He can handle dealing with lawyers and paperwork and managing the estate at the same time. He can take standing up to the emperor's criticisms and unsubtle jabs at his abilities just about every day. He can deal with the ghosts at the back of his mind - he does so all the time.

He can accept Pereshati quietly saying thank you and turning away, knowing the only thing that he can and should do, is stand there and take it.

But the sound of that woman's laughter, the sight of her eyes and her hair - the way she was amused (by what? by his discomfort? by the memory of that terrible night? what the hell about him could possibly give her such glee? this can't be love, no matter how messed up he is - even he knows this can't possibly be genuine love for him) - has burnt up the last resources his body has to keep standing.

So he falls ill, alone and bloodied, the way Lapileons have to, so they endanger as few people as possible.

(I know Perry will help in the next two chapters, but man, I remember the drop in my heart when I read this chapter on Naver Webtoon at first. Those last few panels transcended all language.)

tl;dr I don't care if I was overdramatic - Theo's earning his happy ending, gdi, he's doing his best and I want to acknowledge that!!

[iguana-eyanna]

Too Late

Pairing: Clark Kent x plus size witch reader

Summary: All you ever wanted was for Clark to be happy, even if it wasn't you

requested by @salenorona23

You were typing furiously by your monitor, eyes glued on the screen. 

You mutter under your breath, cursing your boss, Perry.

“You okay there?”

You look up and see Clark walking up to you in your seat.

“No, Perry didn’t like my pitch. I had to start from scratch.” You said in frustration. 

"Don't worry, he does that to me 4 times a week." He said.

"Don't you pitch four stories a week?" You ask.

"Exactly." He replied, making you both laugh.

"Smallville, we need to head for lunch before I start tearing off heads." Lois Lane said as she was scrimmaging her bag, not bothering to say hello to you.

"You wanna join us? We could all split the bill at that chinese restaurant downtown." He asks.

"I brought some food in the break room. And I know not to get in the way with your pork dumplings. Have fun with Lois." You said, returning to your screen.

He smiles at you and runs after Lois. He stops in his track as he looks back at you, wondering how you knew his order if you two never really hung out before?

He shakes his head and caught up to Lois as they made their way to the restaurant.

A few minutes passed, and you got up from your desk and headed to the break room. Now that you were alone, you locked the door and pulled out a small mirror that fit inside of your tote back and muttered a short phrase.

"Show me him."

The mirror swirled with a purple light and transformed your reflection into the present, where you saw Clark laughing at what Lois said. They looked like they were having a time of their mundane lives.

You hated it, but you can't look away. The way he looked at her... it was the same way he looked at you.

But he doesn't remember.

It happened about a few months ago. There was an accident at a LexCorp building as it begun to collapse down. Clark was running late from a date to save everyone that night, but right when he was about to fly out, his powers gave out. The room radiated with blue kryptonite, a rock that took away his powers and made him an ordinary man. He tried to escape, but too much debris knocked him down and made him unconscious.

You were waiting for him at the restaurant where you'd meet up. Yes, there were occasions that Clark would come late... but you knew in your gut something was wrong as you didn't see Clark in sight, so you used your powers to transport to where he was.

No good ever happened when people knew your secret as you reformed from an evil Covet, except to Clark.

He accepted you without hesitation and loved every part of you that you hated. And you helped he realized he wasn't alone. Your emotions took you to where he was, and you panicked as you saw him on the ground, unconscious. You made a force field around you as you transported out with a spell. You were far away to God knows where and you tried to wake him up.

"Please..." You begged him to just open his eyes.

He did in fact opened those beautiful blue piercing eyes that had hints of green in them.

But they were in confusion as he saw you.

"What's going on? What just happened?" He asks as he shuffles up, trying to get away from you.

"You were struck by some debris, I transported us out in time-"

"If a building collapsed, it's not safe for you to be here, ma'am."

That's when you choked on the air you were breathing as you heard what he just said.

He forgot who you were.

He gets up in alert, as they were more to do to help the civilians during the catastrophe.

"Let me fly you out to safety and-"

"No, it's alright. My home's not too far from here and, I didn't get hurt." You said.

Superman looked unsure if he should leave you, but others needed his help.

"Please take care." He says before he flies away, leaving you.

Your chest tightens as you fall on your knees, trying to hold back a sob so he doesn't hear you cry.

So many things could be done to regain his memory. You could show him all these pictures and cheesy letters you wrote to each other. You could tell him that you know of his home planet. You could use your powers!

But you couldn't.

If a witch used their powers on a mortal's mind, it could dissolve all of their memories in just a single second. The damage would be unfixable. You can't imagine the pain Clark would go through if you did that to him, or either show him a reality that he may not with you.

So... you decided to erase your entire relationship. Clark and you were never open about your relationship to anyone. You were a very private person and Clark respected your wishes (He called his mom though and briefly told her that he thinks he found the one.)

Using his spare key at his apartment, you went inside and just took away everything that was associated to you.

The pictures in the frames, the coffee mug you bought him for his birthday, you took everything away.

It was painful for you, but it had to be done.

You were unsure how'd he react if he saw you at work, but he just assumed that you were just a writer at the Daily Planet that he hadn't met yet.

"Hi, I don't think we met. I'm Clark Kent." He said, offering you his hand to shake.

As you see his features, it was like you were staring back at another person. None of his shared memories he had appeared to him, and he didn't expect that you saw him as Superman that night.

You had to bite your tongue momentarily and smile, returning the same friendly nature.

"It's nice to meet you."

You thought you two would be closer and maybe you can form more memories with him. But you saw how he looked at Lois. She was fearless, driven, and the best journalist there was on your floor.

Was she a bit blunt? Yeah, but she was like that to everyone, so no one took offense as she was also really understanding. You couldn't be upset with her, not when she made Clark happy. It killed you every night, as you slept in your bed alone, wishing he was there to hold you. But you'd be selfish, stripping away a new life he made for himself.

So you stayed at an arm's length. But you made sure that he was ok... or rather you kept on checking on him to see if he remembered.

The days past on, and one problem was after another. Lex Luthor was desperate to get his hands on kryptonian technology and Clark wouldn't stand for it. So when Luther revived General Zod and created Doomsday, it was the hardest fight Clark had to face.

You saw the explosions from afar and saw the red caped hero trying defeat him, but it was no use. Even with Batman and the Amazonian Warrior, it was hard to keep him at bay.

They needed help, or else this would be a losing battle.

You transported nearby, waiting for the opportunity to attack. And that's when you saw it, the green kryptonite spear that they tried to kill Doomsday with.

The Amazonian Warrior tried to restrain it with her lasso and batman blew a kryptonian grenade at the beast.

And that's when you saw Clark, who looked almost beaten as Lois was trying to let him stay away. You knew what he was going to do... Clark was a selfless man. He flew away to protect Lois picking up the spear and headed towards Doomsday.

But suddenly, a power restrained him from going any farther. He tried to resist the force that was on him, but then he heard a voice.

"Stop, don't fight it."

He turns his head and saw you running towards him with a worried gaze.

Clark was confused at your presence.

"You shouldn't be here! You gotta get out of-"

"Clark." You stopped him as a tear rolled down your face.

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. Why did it feel so familiar to him?

"I lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again."

You took the staff away from his grasp and you levitated away from him as he tried to break from your spell. He thinks on your words, saying that you lost him. He winces as a spur of a memory flashes in his mind.

Clark looks up in fear.

"No, NO! STOP HER!" He yelled out to Bruce and Diana but it was no use.

You neared the ferocious beast with the lightning surrounding you both. You took your shot and traveled the spear through its chest using the strength you had.

It yells in pain and tries to get a hold of you, but you created different versions of yourself to confuse doomsday. But it became smarter and swatted its arms till it caught the real you. Doomsday then pierced you in your abdomen.

You were in unbelievable pain, but you had one more chance. You raised your hands to the spear, using one last spell to reach to the inner core of doomsday. Then suddenly, a burst of light goes up in the air, knocking you backwards away from the beast.

As you lost your focus, Clark was now free from your enchantment and flew over to you, holding you upward.

"Hey, hey, c'mon." he whispers to you as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Did I- I stop it?" You stuttered.

He nods, trying to smile to stay strong as he could hear your heartbeat beating slower.

"Yes. You did it. You're going to be okay. I'll fly you up to the nearest hospital, they'll patch you up good as new."

"I think... we both know that's not possible." You fluttered your eyes, about to lose consciousness.

"No no no, stay with me. I - I... I remember now. I remembered every Sunday afternoon when we watch those bad rom coms and I hold you close to me. I remembered when we always bought each other flowers for no apparent reason. I remembered that I... I wanted to marry you."

You smiled back, giving a heartful chuckle before you began to cough. Clark held you a bit tighter in his chest.

"I would have loved to be yours again." You whispered.

"You were always mine... Imma fool to forget you." He said, tears pricking his eyes.

"I... forgive you, Clark. I just wanted you to be... happier." You closed your eyes again, but they never opened.

"Baby? Baby wake up." He tried placing his hand softly on your cheek but it was cold. He tried listening to a heartbeat but there was silence.

Clark broke into a blood curdling scream. He pleads to anyone to bring you back, to just open your eyes so he could see them once more.

And those around him saw the strongest man in the world break down as he lost someone who loved him.

Now, he was too late.

[inahallucination]

famous au but um dumb

@cowboylexapro

if the poets were on social media and famous this is what they'd be known for

(age somewhere between 19-21)

todd

tumblr blog name: toad.anderson

ao3 name: toad.writes

he's technically anon but not rlly

sexiest tumblr account known to man - he's a fanfic writer and an au poster with some occasional og stuff that floods his inbox with asks begging him to publish his og work too - what fandom does he write for? all of them.

his bf proof reads them all even if he's never been in the fandom

he writes fics for his friends when they get famous

in between his novel worthy fanfics are shitty fics of his friends

his followers get rlly confused

he wrote a neil x reader fic until straight girls started claiming it and he took it down becuz the reader was him

todd on his blog: guyss… im so sorry but im taking the neil x reader fic down… im sorry if i offend anyone but the reader was me ❤️ not you - i don't like you all claiming it

after taking down the x reader, he does a neil x oc but the oc is him but with green eyes

neil, after the oc gets described: todd the only person im seeing is u tho 😦 and u have blue eyes

eventually his relationship with famous tiktoker neil perry gets revealed and ppl realize he's not just an obsessed fan

after neil says the thing blog: toad.anderson: guys my real name is todd anderson everyone: omg we wouldve never guessed

after neil and him go public and ppl dont believe that neil is gay he alternates between seething and writing neil fics and taking joy from neil's confusion

todd points out comments that are obviously thirsting over neil and neil still doesn't realize he's being thirsted over

"neil be the father of my children!" "oh i think they meant that in a godfather type way"

todd, at a breaking point, suggests that neil and him post a kissing video but neil doesnt wanna be one of those shawn camilla couples - respect

what if he posted them kissing but he made a historians will call them bestfriends joke but then ppl did🧍‍♂️

"my bestie and I 🤩 " "NEIL PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK UR SERIOUS"

//

neil

tiktok name: neilliard.at.julliard

accidentally tiktok famous for pretty face, charming personality, acting abilities - the theater kids had a claim over him orignially but he's pretty mainstream now

comment section full of old grandmas trying to set him up with their granddaughters

everyones dream bf until he posted about his own bf

neil: my boyfie has a big tumblr and he writes a lot and he really likes frogs and he is also blond and heres his address

hes kinda oblivious about everything

"you want a close up of my collar bones? why ?"

reading comment "'show your abs?' its nice you think i have abs! only my boyfriend can see those tho 😉 "

the comments go wild

people are stitching it screaming for different reasons

all his fans r screaming into pillows bc HES TAKEN NOOO

people are trying to figure out who this mans boyfie is

"he has a boyfriend??" "he's been straightbaiting us!" "NOO HE'S TAKEN" "IS UR BF AS HOT AS U" "look at the way his eyes lit up when he said bf i love love" "this video shows an aspect of society that-"

"tell us about ur bf" and he makes a week worth of videos but its all random stuff

"my bf looks pretty in blue" "my bf likes to put salt and pepper on his fries" "my bf has hair"

the straightbaiting comments come after him posting about pride and having a pride flag in the background of his videos <- they say things like "he's such a good ally"

people attack others in the comments who ask him if hes queer "NO NEIL ISNT GAY NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY HE COULD JUST BE A REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FRUITY STRAIGHT GUY WHO LIKES GIRLS"

"are you gay neil???" -> "not everything has to be gay ppl can just be allys and btw by assuming every ally is gay, ur actually hurting the movement!!!" -> "i asked becuz he said he wanted to kiss his boy best friend on the lips in highschool" -> "he meant it heterosexual-ly"

someone asks him what his type is and he describes todd to the t and they think he likes a short haired blonde

"he likes girls in sweat pants not skirts" "his type isnt ppl in skirts" -- neil would love todd in a skirt but thats not the point

his type: "he's really shy, gorgeous, short dirty blonde hair, uhhhh, really smart, and So much more :))"

he could say my boyfriend is a man who i am dating because i am gay and they would still try to straight-ify him

a grainy video gets leaked of a short haired blond guy jumping into his arms and ppl say things like "its just a girl with short hair"

todd hate writes a neil x male reader fic

he asks his friends for help and they post todd's face everywhere on his recording set

he makes a video like "meet my toddy"

in the video todd says he's a boy and he's todd and he's neil boyfriend 3485757 times and neil is like "omg babe i love u too <33" becuz he doesnt Understand

some ppl r still in denial or think he's bi w/ a preference for girls

straight girls like him becuz he has a pretty face and a general respect for women

during prom season, he gets dmed a lot of websites for buying prom tickets

"don't worry guys! i know i said my high school time was rough, but i actually did go to prom with my bf!!"

//

charlie

twitter name: therealalpha

most popular podcast name: daltons intercourse

joke/bait account ppl took seriously

The Alpha that other alpha posters bow to

says stuff like "SIGMA MALES KISS ALPHAS ON THE MOUTH TO ASSURT DOMINANCE"

the twitter alphas buy into him so bad he's making podcasts and doign interviews and he has no clue how tf he got here but he's riding the high

he advocates for being alpha via kissing ur homies

when he gets famous he begs todd to write a fic about him

todd agrees pretty easily tbh

"ARE YOU EVEN AN ALPHA MALE IF PPL AREN'T WRITING GAY FICS ABOUT YOU"

charlie posts things like "no homo" "only the real make out with their homies" over those black and white pics of muscle-y dudes w/ no context after the neil video he posts "he homo" over one of them w/ no context

at first ppl try to attack him but then theyre like wtf is going on here and realize he's trolling the alpha community

when no one realizes neil is actually gay he makes a podcast episode talking about how he thinks neil is gay gay homosexual gay - he's holding a cigar and wearing a tight hawaiian unbuttoned shirt like "lets talk about this gay gay theater gay boykisser man"

made by @cowboylexapro

//

pitts

youtube name: gerdoesstuff

joint youtube name: idkman

homework help and crafts videos youtuber - relaxed vibes only here to be calm

he gives study and concentration tips and encourages ppl to seek help and companionship and not suffer alone

he paints mugs and looks for bugs

he was on charlie's podcast and they discussed the alpha-ness of making pottery

todd wrote a pitts x reader fic becuz ppl begged him to

pitts printed it out and framed it and put it in his filming set up

he's a regular on meeks podcast too btw and meeks is a regular on his

but when meeks is around things explode so

he has a second channel with meeks where they do silly experiments

theyre posting schedule is non-existent and they also do streams but they never tell you so their viewers just have to hope and find out

knox and him are planning on making a movie review channel but its still not fully thought out so

he makes couple mugs for todd and neil when neil asks for help

he wakes up at 2 am and sends todd prompts

anytime he learns a fun fact he sends it to todd on the off chance todd may need it for a story at some point in his life

anytime he reads anything he's like damn neil will love to act like this character and lets him know about it

he sends charlie alpha podcasters to make fun of

at some point he exposes cam's shitty handwriting for the giggles

knox

instagram name: knoxious.ur.mom.ious

he posted a short on his instagram talking about how he just learned hair grows from the head and not the bottom and blew up for being a dummy - he doesn't know whats going on but he's having a blast

he stirs up drama but on accident

he was on pitts youtube before

out of everyone here he's the only one not making content he's just vibing

eventually he ends up posting background footage of everyone doing dumb shit

when it comes out theyre friends ppl stalk his instagram to find more proof

after that he starts to stir drama but more consciously

hmm what else - idk he's just chilling, getting called out for being dumb and watching his friends do dumb stuff

oh wait when he makes that short about the hair a bunch of commentary channels post about it and he takes it like a badge of honor

cameron

instagram name: cam.studies

pinterest name: cam.studies

one of those aesthetic studying accounts on insta and pinterest - takes nice shots of his homework and his pen collections and his study desk

except its only for the pics his handwriting is atrocious - he has like one page or paragraph of pretty handwriting to post and the rest is scribbled chaos - his pens are never organized by color, theyre just thrown in a box, and his desk is filled with papers and books and never looks clean but its fine he's just here for clout

he ends up sponsoring and reviewing businesses that make those cute study supplies so now he has a hoard - or at least he did until his friends started taking them

he groaned about the cam.studies x {random ass ppl} fics todd wrote but he thinks theyre funny and has them bookmarked

he went on charlie's podcast and the two argued for half of it and then explained how as two alphas they would settle their differences by kissing

his friends help him angle his aesthetic shots at cafes and shit

he got exposed eventually as a fake becuz ppl (cough) posted his real notes which were messy and disorganized

but he played it off as a commentary about how the internet is fake and got more sponsorships

he judges todd and neil but is eating popcorn at the front seat of the drama

meeks

podcast name: chameleon hotel

youtube channel name: idkman

meeks makes a podcast for very stupid intricate crimes. he has a cult following of bisexuals

its stuff like drama over a tree being taken down

"the locals even called their beloved tree 'ole alvin'"

charlie: todd write a meeks x ole alvin fic

he has standards, so he does

he went on charlie's podcast and convinced ppl that being with other men allowed u to suck in their alpha-ness and become the ultimate alpha

but generally he just makes his little silly videos and makes cryptic posts about the neil todd drama

has a joint channel w/ pitts

is up to date with the neil thing and is the one to send neil updates

he tries to convince neil to act out his podcasts (with a lot of success lmao)

he tries to convince todd to write fics based on his podcasts (also with a lot of success)

as payback for the ole alvin x meeks fic he convinces todd (very easily) to write a bunch of dumb charlie fics and todd agrees becuz he has standards

no one actually knows that the poets know each other

they eventually post a group photo

"we need to cancel neil perry for being friends with an alpha podcast guy" "nah thats just charlie"

"yall know hes bi, right?"

"he literally has a podcast about how sucking dick as a man makes u the ultimate alpha male"

it does explain why charlie's alpha podcast go from tiktok actor, tumblr fanfic writer, instagram study blog, fellow podcaster, hw help tiktoker in between his satire of normal alpha tiktokers

half of these things are like copy and pasted from our conversation btw so dont blame me for them

[chaotic-mystery]

Traitor | J.M.

Pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x reader!

Summary: This was a request I had received by @livingdeadmaria awhile ago and I finally got out of my funk to write! It’s based on the song Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo.

Word count: 1.3K || Warnings: angst. Angst and drinking and more angst. || notif blog for updates ||

You cleared your voice and took a deep breath, preparing for whatever was about to fall out of your mouth while the phone rang on the other end. Two rings and it went to voicemail but that didn’t surprise you. “Hey…I um… I know it’s late but I had to get some stuff off my chest. You always said I could call..if I needed you.” You sat in silence for a few seconds before you fiddled with your finger against your leg, questioning if you should even say anything. “D-do you remember how you used to read me sections of your book so I’d fall asleep faster because you said something about how sleep is important and I need it for my brain to stay sharp? Not sleeping so great these days to be honest with you..I remember you’d call me sweet pea and tell me to get comfy, it’s a long chapter. So I’d tuck myself next to you and you’d read for hours, even after I was asleep.” Your voice faded on the last bit of the sentence, your hand that was tucked into your coat pocket twirling a loose thread.

“I tried one of those audio books of some story to help me sleep but it didn’t work, she didn’t give the story enough of a monotone like you did. So then I tried music to help me fall asleep. I found out I love piano covers of songs. There’s one song though that could never be covered and that would be the one you showed me-” your voice cracked a little, the sting hitting your throat. “And I Love You So by Perry Como. That’s a good one to sleep to…has a lot of memories tied to it.”

The wind nipped at the tip of your nose and you sighed lightly, the puff of air disappearing in front of you. He showed you that song on the old radio he had tucked away in a shelf in his living room after you looked over his music collection he built over the years. He grabbed your hands and begged you to dance with him just until the song was over. As the short memory faded back into your mind and you were in the present, you stood up from the bench and finally walked inside your home. Taking off your coat and boots while your phone still squished against your cheek, you sniffled slightly.

“I heard that song today for the first time in a few weeks and it made me think of you. Took it as a sign to reach out. But then…I uh-” Hesitation overcame your voice before you continued.

“I saw you downtown earlier. Finally went to that winter festival thing they put on every year, the one I used to beg you to go with me to. Man, that was like pulling teeth with you, Joel.” It was. He said the lights and all the cheerful faces and overpriced hot chocolate wasn’t his thing. Of course you wanted to go anyway and you did go, alone.

“I was going to come up and tell you hi, see how you were…but then I noticed you with someone. Funny enough she looked like the one person you said you’d never date.” Your breath hitched and you made your way to the fridge to grab that bottle of wine you bought earlier to pour yourself a glass. You chugged down the first one and poured a second one before continuing the one sided conversation. The anger started to build up inside of you once more, completely taking over the good memories you had with him.

“I begged for you to tell me you had feelings for her, Joel. You always swore to me you didn’t, that I was paranoid for caring so much. Were you lying to me all those times I asked you anything about her? You didn’t even want to hold my hand in front of her towards the end of our relationship…why is that? I never said a word about what I actually thought was going on, just so you’d stay. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I played stupid you'd be happy with that and still stick with me. I loved you through everything, including your worst. Remember when you were terrified of me seeing you at your worst and you thought I’d leave? Never once did I do that, Joel. I stayed through all the bullshit you put me through, tried to help you be the best version of yourself that you could be. I showed you what love was again. You were the one who told me you couldn’t fall for someone after Sarah’s mom left and yet I stuck around. For you and for Sarah. You left me during my worst. Was I that shitty of a person to you that you didn't care about my feelings at all and thought the best thing to do would be to leave in the middle of the night after a fight?"

“Baby cmon I told you nothin’ is going on. She’s just a friend from years ago, I never had those feelings for her.” Joel followed you into your bedroom as you started to pack your stuff in a duffle bag, cleaning out the drawer he gave you in his dresser. “Baby, stop…just listen to me.” His hands grabbed your wrists and shook the clothes from your clutch, pulling you into his chest. Warm tears fell against his shirt and you broke down finally. All the pent up anger and sadness you had spilled onto the fabric against your cheek while Joel’s hand smoothed over your hair. “You’re my girl, okay? What can I do to make you trust me that she’s just a friend?” “Tell me you’ll never date her if we ever break up. I need to hear you say it.” The idea flopped out of your mouth before thinking it over but it was already out and in his ears. Joel just nodded and gave you a soft smile. “You have my word, I won’t date her if we break up. Which we won’t.” He kissed the top of your head and hugged you once more, his words still feeling a little empty.

That was a month before he broke up with you.

You downed the rest of the glass of wine and sighed, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve thought this through before letting me fall in love with you, Joel. I really do. You betrayed me. You told me-” You choked out a sob and swallowed hard, “you told me you wouldn’t date her and you lied to me. How could you do this to me? Joel..we were together for two years and you left me when the going got tough…you ran right to her. Did anything we did matter to you?” With the tears clouding your vision, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. “I hope you feel good about yourself, I really do. While she’s sleeping in the bed we made, I hope you replay this voicemail in your head and remember everything I said. I wish you’d call me after this to try to apologize for hurting me even more but I know you won’t. You’ll never be sorry for hurting me this bad and I think that’s what kills me so much. I know how kind you can be but it seems I’m not lucky enough to get that anymore. Thank you so much for making this heartbreak so much easier to get over. Just know that I always loved you and I would’ve never hurt you like this, you fucking traitor.” — Joel’s POV

He sighed and looked at the phone screen, the voicemail ending and the screen dimming out. His girlfriend woke up behind him in bed, rolled over and hooked her arm into his, “What’re you doing baby?” She asked tiredly but didn’t sit up to see his phone. Joel coughed and took a deep sigh before deleting the voicemail from his phone.

“Nothin’ sweet pea. Go back to sleep.”

[holylulusworld]

Papillon (1) - The lion's den

Summary: Your secret is out and there is no way out...

Pairing: Mobster!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, roughness, unwanted kissing, threats, dubcon, pre-smut, tension, betrayal, mafia au, darkish!Clark Kent

&lt;< Prologue

Papillon Masterlist

“This is insanity,” you try to outstep Clark, but he roughly grabs your arms. He shakes you, laughing like one of the villains in a bad movie. “Let go of me. I’m not some bitch you found at a bar. I’m a federal agent!”

“You are what I allow you to be, Papillon. Tonight, I want you to be my whore. Tomorrow, I haven’t decided yet,” he snarls. “So, what will it be? Will you go down on your knees and beg me for forgiveness or call your boss?”

You purse your lips and raise your chin. Clark Kent is scary as shit, but you won’t cower in front of him. Your boss and colleagues will have your back. You’re sure about it.

“I’ll call my boss,” you grit out as his hold on your arms tightens.

Fuck, he’s so strong and tall, and the glimmer in his eyes tells you to not make another mistake.

“How about I call him? He will confirm that you are mine to play with.”

You look up at Clark with angry eyes, but your pulse quickens. He looks so confident and sure about what he says. “Go ahead.”

“Aw, you still believe someone will come for your aid,” he taunts you. “Watch me, papillon. Soon, you will know that only I care for your well-being from now on.”

He cups your face with both hands, making you feel even smaller. “I don’t think so.”

“You’ll change your mind,” he roughly claims your lips, tongue forcing its way inside your mouth. You weakly push against his chest, while debating to bite his tongue. “Let me call him, and after, you will go down on your knees.”

He steps away, leaving you breathless and scared as he walks toward his desk. You want to tell him to shove his arrogance up to his ass, but you are not suicidal.

Clark sits on his comfortable swivel chair, smirking darkly as he dials your boss’s number. He leans back, watching you wring your hands.

Your eyes drift toward the door, and you wonder if you can make it out of the room and house before a bullet ends your life.

“Perry, how are you,” Clark’s grin widens. He imitates a Cheshire grin, making you squirm. “I got your little agent here. I caught her in my web, and I’d like to keep her for fun.”

You swallow thickly when Clark puts your boss on loudspeaker.

“She’s all yours, Mr. Kent. I always keep my word. I just don’t know why you wanted me to send her.”

“I have my reasons.” You feel like a fool listening to your boss and Clark talks about your fate as if your life doesn’t mean a thing to them. “She’s going to be so good for me.”

“If you are happy, I’m happy,” Perry, the man you considered a second father, replies. He laughs and tells Clark to have fun.

“One more thing,” Clark sizes you up. He crooks his finger, gesturing to you to step closer. “Burn her place down. Make it look like she died in the fire.”

“Consider it done.”

“No…please…my cat,” you jump into motion, almost pouncing on Clark. “All my memories…my picture album. It’s all I have left of my family. Please.” You kneel in front of Clark, hands running over his long legs. “Please…”

“Hmmm…” He dips his head to watch you cry. “So pretty when you cry.” Clark leans forward to cup your face with one large hand. He wipes away a tear, humming when you close your eyes. “Why should I shelter your place? What will I get in return?”

“What do you want?” You try to sound strong and confident, but your hope just died. Clark was right. Your boss offered you to the monster in front of you on a silver plate.

“You know what I want, papillon,” his features darken when your eyes drop toward his crotch. “You are already on your knees, so…”

“I’ll do it.” You try to forget about the situation you are in, and that you hate the man in front of you. If you can pretend you like going down on him, he will believe you caved in. You can use his demands to your advantage.

“Perry, I changed my mind. I will send someone to grab a few things. I’ll call you later, and you can burn the place down.”

No…no. You had hoped he wouldn’t go that far. Giving in to keep Clark from burning down your place was your last hope. If everyone believes you are dead, no one will come to your rescue.

“I’ll be waiting for your call then, boss,” Clark ends the call and tosses the phone somewhere on the desk.

“Now, you owe me much more than going down on your knees, papillon. I hope that mouth is worth all the trouble.”

“I always wondered what you are hiding underneath,” Clark watches you strip down to your underwear with hungry eyes. He dips his head, and hums. “My men got your cat, the picture album, and personal stuff. We left all of your papers; you won’t need them anymore. You’re mine now.”

You blend the man out, and his threats too. If you must do this to survive the night, you will try to do it your way.

“Thank you, Sir,” you purr as you drop to your knees to crawl toward Clark. “I bet you are tall everywhere. I cannot wait to get my hands on your cock.”

He looks surprised, but groans, nonetheless. “Come here and get what you deserve. You’ll love tasting me.”

Clark is a dangerous opponent, deadly even. But he’s just a man. After he gets off, he will forget about you, and turn his attention toward business. If you play your cards right, you can slip out of the house and look for help.

He squirms in his seat when you run your hands up his long legs again. You take your time, nuzzling his legs, purring, and moaning as you rub yourself on one of his shoes.

"You make me so wet," the lie easily rolls off your tongue. You inch closer, spreading his legs to kneel between them.

“Fuck,” he curses loudly, barely able to hold back. He may have tricked you and had you on your knees, but you studied all of his weaknesses and kinks. You will be damned if you don’t use your knowledge against him. “You’re such a good slut.”

“I know,” You hate yourself for enjoying having the power over this powerful man. He watches you bury your face in his clothed crotch and nuzzle him while you plan to get him arrested.

He pants heavily, and his eyes are dilated when you look up at him from between his legs. Clark runs his hands over his thighs, fingers digging into his muscles. “Go ahead, pretty papillon.”

Men are so predictable. Doctor, garbage man, or mafia boss. The weakness between their legs will always be their downfall.

You will be waiting for your chance to bring him down. Even if you have to do it on your own…

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[delopsia]

Whiskey Sour | Rhett Abbott X Reader

Word Count: 5,600 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, , hand jobs, oral, unprotected sex, edging, begging, afab!reader. ya'll asked, and you shall receive :)

It really shouldn't bother you that Maria is back in town.

It really shouldn't bother you that she's decided to add herself to your little group, innocently settled between you and Rhett as she chatters away about high school events that you weren't here for. You're sure her friends didn't intentionally join just to push you all the way out of the little circle that's formed at the bar. Perry's receiving much of the same treatment, pushed away by a giggling flock of ladies that have taken a new liking to Rhett.

No, it shouldn't bother you.

"Is it just me," Perry says to you, although he makes no effort to lower his voice, "or did we just get kicked out of our own conversation?"

You've been so distracted by keeping the girls out from under your skin that you didn't notice Perry order two double shots from the bartender. But now, he's handing you a small glass, and you're clinking them together in a celebratory, 'fuck this.'

Whatever it is in this glass, tequila, you think, it burns its way down your dry throat like an inferno; not your favorite, but it gets the job done. Anything to avoid facing the intrusive thoughts ebbing at your psyche.

"Pretty sure we did," hailing down the bartender; it's your turn to pick a drink, and you're gonna need something that'll last longer than a shot.

As your bartender whisks off to craft your choice of beverages, the music blaring on the radio comes to an end. For a brief moment, the bar becomes quieter; it's now that you hear what Maria's friend is saying.

"Not to be rude, but Rhett's sex life must be boring as hell now," the blonde giggles, Molly, you think her name is. Her friends just laugh right along with her; you pretend you don't see the wayward glances and hands shielding their lipstick smiles.

So it seems we're being catty tonight.

"Whiskey Sours?" Perry's deep voice is a welcomed change compared to the shrillness on your left. "Haven't had one of these since I first got with Rebecca."

He's quick to pluck the cherry from his drink, gently placing it alongside the one floating in your own glass. Not a fan of cherries, it seems; to each their own.

"Need something that'll distract me for longer than a minute," sipping your drink; there's more lemon than there should be, but you'll take it.

Even the bite of the whiskey cannot tear your thoughts off that comment. You know very well that it's just petty trash talk to hype up their friend, but it's lit a match in the back of your mind. Boring, as in not having a new partner every week, or boring, as in bad sex?

Surely by now, you've got a leg up on the pretty pillow princesses and buckle bunnies that seem to follow Rhett like a bunch of cats in heat. But can you jump up on a ledge that they could never dream of reaching?

Hm.

The gaggle of goslings starts to fuss, and you don't need to tilt your head to know why.

"Hey, darlin'," Rhett's pressing a less into the side of your head, cold nose bumping against you and making you squirm, "what's my baby drinkin' now?"

You hate him for making your heart flutter like that; you really do.

"Whiskey Sour," you say, lifting your glass for him to take; if there's anything you know about Rhett Abbott, it's that he loves trying new drinks, but he's too shy to order anything that doesn't scream "manliest man to ever man."

Maria's saying something, you can hear her voice behind you, but you can't focus on anything but the little grin that etches its way onto Rhett's face when the drink hits his tongue.

"Don't suppose you want the cherry Perry forfeited too?" As if to emphasize your statement, you pick it up, twirling the stem between two fingers.Quiet, Rhett reaches out for it, brows furrowing as he pops it in his mouth.

Just then, Perry's phone lights up with a ding. In the second that it's on, you see that it's Rebecca who's texted him, and whatever the message contains must be quite something because Perry's face changes the second he sees it.

"I—uh, Rhett, do you want mine?" He fumbles to shove it in his pocket, already halfway out of his seat. "I need to...Rebecca needs me home."

...ah.

Rhett doesn't seem to have the same epiphany you've just had, but he's more than content to take Perry's seat and finish off his glass. Perry practically flies out of the bar; you suppose Rebecca must have just sent him a photo of her in the new lingerie set she just got.

Up until now, you'd forgotten about the ruby red lingerie you'd chosen to put on for tonight. At the time, you hadn't expected Rhett to have one of those rides that warrant a few rounds at the bar—you'd really just expected to watch him ride and then surprise him once he'd got back in the truck. It's a cute lace set, but now that you've remembered you're wearing it, you're acutely aware of how uncomfortable it can be.

"Can you watch my drink for me?" You ask him, and you don't need to provide anything else; he's already reaching out for it, covering the top with a protective palm.

"It's safe with me, doll," he sticks his tongue out, proudly revealing a knotted cherry stem. God, he's cute. It almost makes you feel bad for what you're about to do to him.

Almost.

The bathroom is just a single room; you're not sure why a bar this size chose to have it set up like this, but it only plays into your hand. Their poor design choice allows you a little more privacy in front of this mirror.

Hooking your thumb under your shirt and pulling it up, up, up until—alright yeah, maybe you should tilt your hips to the left. Hell, now it's not looking as good in the camera as it does in the reflection.

You almost regret this idea, but as you finally find the right angle to snap your picture, the results are worth all the awkward twisting and turning you've just done. Whoever said taking photos like these is easy was a straight-up liar.

It takes just as long to readjust your clothing, straightening your shirt, and fiddling with the itchy lace that just doesn't want to let you forget that it's there again. The photo should take a while to send; Wabang signal has never been great, to begin with; you probably still have time to finish your drink and get out before Rhett sees it.

Opening the door, you're instantaneously met with the mouth-watering sight of a slack-jawed cowboy walking down the hallway, your whiskey sour still held in his hand.

"Baby doll," haven't heard that nickname in a while, "when did—did you just take that?"

And yet, Rhett doesn't let you answer; as soon as he's close enough, he's crowding you backward, free hand on your hip as he pushes you right back into the bathroom. He's kissing you before your back has even hit the wall, and it's the messiest thing you've ever found yourself wrapped up in.

You don't want to melt into it, but you do. Your mouth opens to his, and you can taste the lingering whiskey and lemon on his tongue as it intertwines with yours.

You're not sure what it is, but something possesses you to reach for his hand, guiding it up under your shirt. You know he's found the answer to his question when he makes a noise against your lips, fingers curling around the lace adorning your chest. Your hips bump together; God, he's already hard.

"You've been wearing this the whole time?" Incredulous, his fingers crawl up under the lace, his thumb swiping over a sensitive nipple.

"Had plans," you offer, gasping against his lips, "your fans forced me to remake them."

Rhett frowns, and based on the way he draws back so suddenly, you know he must be feeling guilty. Your glass settles on the counter with a soft noise, and he's gripping your hips with both hands now, mouth finding its way to the skin under your ear.

"'m sorry, doll," voice gravely as he works his way down your neck, biting lightly at your collarbone. Calloused thumbs hook into the waistband of both your shorts and your underwear.

Oh.

Ever so slowly, he sinks to his knees before you, pulling your garments down in tandem. Good lord isn't that a sight to behold. Rhett Abbott, blinking up at you with those pretty blue eyes as his hand hitches under your left knee, pushing it up until he can hook it over his shoulder. He peppers the inside of your thigh with soft, fleeting kisses, each one closer and closer to the wetness between your legs.

There is no hesitation in giving you what you want, all you have time for is one shaky breath, and he's dragging his tongue between your folds, licking broad, flat stripes into your aching cunt.

"Rhett," you whine, tangling your fingers into his messy hair, still damp from his shower, "fuck."

He moans into you, twirling his tongue along your clit in messy figure eights. You've only told him how to do it once in the past, but fuck, he hasn't forgotten, it seems. He's got you tangled up in an iron grip, keeping your thigh securely over his shoulder while the other hand keeps your hips steady. Absolutely refuses to let you squirm away from his burning hot tongue as it licks rapidly at the little bud he's caught between his lips.

"That feel good?" He asks, voice rumbling into your sensitive cunt, "hm?" And you don't know who's more worked up, you or him.

Your hips twitch at his words, and he moans quietly, some soft little noise that barely reaches your ears. Fuck, you want to hear him make that noise again.

That's a thought you'll have to store for later because right now, there's a coil burning to life in your lower belly, twisting and tightening with every thick, wet stroke of his pink tongue. There's nothing you can do to slow your breathing; stop the way you've started panting into the open air.

You're already close, and you find yourself reaching for the cherry still floating in the remains of your drink, popping it into your mouth in an effort to keep yourself at bay.

"Come on, darlin'," picking up his pace, "cum on my tongue."

The coil snaps, and with a soft whine, your body tenses, cumming on his tongue as it continues to work you. He chuckles into you, lightly licking you through your high until you're squirming away from him.

By the time you catch your breath, he's already risen to his feet, tongue back in your mouth as he kisses you rather roughly. You can taste yourself on him.

"Go pay off your tab," you murmur against his lips, "if you're good, maybe I'll give you what you want when we get home."

The ghost of a pout lingers on his lips as your hand lands on his chest, pushing him back until he can no longer reach your lips. When you pull your shorts back up and don't budge on your decision, he reaches into his pocket, handing over his truck keys, "I'll be there in a minute."

You can't help but notice the severe lack of a cherry stem in your mouth as he disappears back inside. Based on your fleeting scan of the ground below your feet, it hasn't fallen either.

You're almost surprised to find that there isn't a line formed outside the bathroom, surely someone would have come knocking by now, but there isn't a soul in the corridor as the two of you slip out the door. Rhett's walking rather briskly, can't quite meet your eye as you split into separate directions.

Stepping outside brings you a welcome breath of fresh Wyoming air. Crisp with all things autumn and the lightest hint of lingering cigarette smoke, it's heaven, compared to the stuffiness of the bar, overcome with cheap perfume and the sharp bite of booze.

As nice as it is outside, it feels so much nicer once you've climbed into his passenger seat. You decide to be nice and take the liberty of starting the old truck up, turning on the heat. Long gone are the days when you could comfortably sit in here with the windows down. Now, your nose is red from the cold, cheeks threatening to become chapped if you stay out any longer than you have to.

Rhett's better at hiding his desperation than his brother, but there's a lingering agency in his step as he approaches the truck, adjusting himself in his jeans.

"Someone's bothered," you chime the moment he's opened the door.

"Yeah," damn near shuts his foot in the door with his urgency to get going, "that's the fault of the pretty little thing in my passenger seat."

That goddamn cherry stem is in his mouth.

He keeps it there, too. Rolls it back and forth between his teeth as he drives, flips it back and forth with his tongue at the red light. Toying with the prize, he'd so smoothly stolen right from under your tongue. Part of you wonders if he's intentionally showing it off, curling his tongue more than necessary just to remind you of what his mouth can do to you.

Maybe he stole it from you on accident, just like maybe you chose the middle seat by accident, and your hand just so happens to accidentally land on his inner thigh.

"Baby," he warns, but there's no venom to it.

Rhett only ever drives with his left hand on the steering wheel; he could very well reach down and stop your fingers from drawing circles into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, but he doesn't.

He squirms, kicks his hips lower in the seat in a feeble attempt to get your hand over his cock; you'll just let that slip your psyche, fingers remaining fixated on his thigh instead.

Soon enough, he's turning into your street, albeit a bit faster than he probably should. The movement jostles you into him, your hand unintentionally pressing against the hardness between his legs, and the noise that slips out of his mouth is the unholiest thing you've ever heard.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He huffs, and the turn he takes into the driveway is sharp; you're prepared this time, and your hand doesn't repeat the same mistake.

"My hand can take a pretty good guess," it's when the truck comes to a stop that your hand slides up, fingers gently tracing around the bulge in his jeans.

Just from your touch alone, his eyelids shudder, fighting to stay open. Using the palpable outline as a guide, your wandering fingertips are able to find the head of his cock, applying just a bit of pressure as your thumb fiddles with it. Back and forth, you roll him between your index and thumb.

"God, fuck," his forehead hits the steering wheel with a soft thump, "baby, I hope you're not just toying with me."

"Only if you figure out the magic word," taunting in your best sing-song voice, and in one smooth motion, you're sliding across the seat and hopping out of the truck.

Rhett is much slower to get out; you've already walked through the front door by the time you hear his boots hit the ground. Poor guy, you'd almost feel guilty if a cocktail of spite and curiosity weren't coursing through your veins right now.

Your clothes are discarded as soon as you step into the bedroom; you'd make him work to get them off if you weren't so damn tired of this lace itching your skin.

You feel Rhett before you see him, hot breath fanning out against the back of your neck as he looms behind you. The drag of his rough fingers against your sides is delicious, leaving goose bumps in their leisurely wake.

Not desperate enough.

However, as the scruff of that five o'clock shadow brushes against your cheek, thin lips pressing a kiss there, you can feel your willpower fold in half. God, why are you doing this again?

"So pretty," words crooned sweetly into your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe, "this all for me, darlin'?"

Your resolve weakens with each word; he's almost got you in the palm of his hand when the memories of the bar come flooding back. The comments, the giggling, the irritation that coursed through your veins when they'd hijacked your own conversation; like a phoenix, your intentions bubble back to the surface.

Turning, you come to face him, fingertips making quick work of his flannel as you meet his lips. He grunts, and you can practically feel the way his eyebrows raise with his surprise, but he's more than eager to reciprocate the gesture.

You've barely tugged his shirt off when finally, finally, that lace slips from your chest, lands on top of the shirt you've just made quick work of.

"On the bed," carefully disguising your orders with a sweet tone; if he catches on to what you're doing before you've got him at your mercy, he'll turn this into a battle over who can be more dominant, and he's got quite the winning streak.

It seems you've avoided setting off any warning bells because he sits on the bed without a complaint, is so, so pliant when you push him onto his back. Muscles flex under pale skin as he squirms until he's in the center of the bed, reaches out for you when you come up to straddle his hips.

"So pretty," you observe aloud, running your fingers through his hair; his cheeks flush pink, shy eyes averting your gaze.

The alcohol must be working its way into his system pretty well right now because he doesn't fuss like he usually does when you call him pretty. Still just as shy as he always is when you catch him off-guard, but less fussy.

He's so distracted that he doesn't realize you're leaning down to kiss his neck until your lips are on him. "Oh," he gasps, tilting his head to give you better access.

The possessive side of you wants to leave a mark right here, high up on his neck for everyone to see, telling everyone just who he belongs to, but you can still remember how awkward it had been the last time you gave him one.

Hickeys are all fun and games until momma asks where they came from.

So you forfeit his neck in exchange for kissing down his chest. Sucking soft marks into his skin that will disappear come morning, stopping midway to roll your tongue over a pink nipple.

Rhett jolts under you, his nipples have always been particularly sensitive, more so when he's tired, and there's alcohol buzzing through his bloodstream. Selfishly, you repeat the action, rolling the rapidly hardening bud between your lips.

"'t's not—" squirming below you, "you're not supposed to—"

"—not what, Rhett?" Playing innocent as you switch to pay attention to the other one, "hm?"

His argument dies in his throat the moment your teeth pull at his nipple, just enough to illicit a reaction, not enough to hurt, in the exact same fashion he's done to you oh so many times. Soothing your tongue over it, you replace your tongue with your fingertips, opting to roll it back and forth as you return to your original ventures.

He's properly squirming now, hips unable to keep still as your wet tongue trails down the defining line of his abdomen. There's something mesmerizing about it; if you'd known winding him up would get this out of him, you reckon you would have done it sooner.

Finally, you make it down to the waistband of his jeans, and you're already working on getting that bullhide belt off of him. It's tricky enough to work around that oversized buckle, but as soon as you've got it unhitched, it's smooth sailing from there. In a similar manner to what he'd done to you just an hour ago, you hook your fingers under his waistband and pull.

With his legs free of his jeans, It's only appropriate that you pay attention to those plush, milky white thighs of his. They tremble under your wandering fingers; always have been quite sensitive to your touches.

"Ah," whining quietly as your lips find the perfect spot to leave their first mark.

Rhett's thighs bruise quite easily; you already know the soft red mark you've sucked into his skin will blossom into a deep purple come sunrise. You wonder just how long he'll let you keep this up.

"So pretty," whispering praises into his thigh in between marks. You're almost eye level with his cock; hard against his belly. Experimental, you run a palm up the underside of it, and you find yourself mesmerized by how his hips raise with it, chasing your fleeting touch.

"Baby," he warns, but again, there's no bite to it, and he does nothing to stop you from switching to his neglected thigh.

Again, your palm meanders its way up the underside of his cock, swiping your thumb over his leaking slit, "poor baby," you coo, taking your hand off him once more, "is this all for me?"

Rhett refuses to speak, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in an effort to remain silent. What he doesn't say with his mouth, he says with his body instead. If only he knew you could tell exactly what he was holding back verbally, just by the way his hips writhe against the mattress, legs trying their damndest to lock you in.

You take him into your hand, giving him one firm pump; he must think that's the end of your teasing because when you retract your hand once more, he whines high in his throat. 

"What the fuck," he breathes, and when he reaches down to do it himself, you bat his hands away, "why...?"

Someone must not have been paying attention in the truck. 

Nipping at a fresh new bruise you've taken the honor of adding to his rapidly building collection, you repeat your earlier statement, "figure out the magic word."

"'m not fuckin' beggin' for it," bullheaded as always; fortunately, there's a spot at the meet of his thigh that doesn't have a mark on it yet. You offer him no warning, simply leaning in to wet the area with your tongue. 

Rhett swears under his breath, little profanities that get quieter with your movements, tapering off into audible puffs of breath. You're almost amazed to see that cherry stem lingering in his mouth, poking out from between two canines. 

Switching to the other thigh yields better results, especially when you take the liberty of running your thumb along the underside of the head of his cock, tracing back and forth as slowly as you can manage. Friction, touch, but not quite there. 

Not quite what he's craving so badly.

Leaning back, you're finally able to fully take in and admire your handiwork; soft thighs, once completely unmarked now mottled with red splotches, some of which are already darkening. Rhett raises his knee, and you don't need to glance up to know that he's looking too. 

You stroke him once more, and his head falls back onto the pillow. Pause, count to thirty in your head, then repeat. 

"I—" eyebrows furrowing; you stroke him again, flicking your wrist as you do so. 

As convinced as you were that it would crack him, it seems it wasn't enough because he stays quiet. Fine, you'll let him go and recalculate—

"Please."

It's so quiet, so barely there, that you're almost convinced you may be hearing things, but then, "please, I don't—I..." 

On its own, your hand returns to him; using his precum as lubrication, you stroke him properly. The reaction you receive is instant, jaw falling slack, eyelashes fluttering like leaves in the autumn wind. The Rhett you usually receive in bed is quiet, nothing but deep grunts and breathy gasps, but the one in front of you is on the verge of whiny. Soft, barely there noises working their way out of his throat, so close to a proper sound. 

 Abruptly, you tighten your grip, and it's a motion that's always drawn a reaction from him, but you don't expect him to moan so loud. Just as quickly as you'd surprised him, he bites into the side of his palm, muffling the noises that follow. 

"Aw, don't cover your mouth," you're settling back between his legs as you speak, "I like hearing you."

Something about your words causes his cheeks to turn cherry red, and yet, he pries his hand back out of his mouth. There's that cherry stem again.

Your tongue meets the sensitive base of his cock, laving at where it meets his balls until it's so wet that it shines in the dim light. He looks like he's about to start fussing again just as you trace your tongue up a vein, following it until you can swirl around his sensitive head. 

"Fuck," he gasps, fisting the sheets, "p-please, darlin'."

And how can you wait any longer when he asks you so nicely?

Taking a deep breath in, you sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks as you work him into your mouth. Thick fingers take hold of the side of your head, gripping tight but not enough to hurt. You're only about halfway down when his hips twitch, and the head of his cock bumps into the back of your throat. You don't mean to gag around him, but the fluttering of your throat only serves to make him louder for you. 

"God, shit—" Rhett swears, and it's so loud compared to his former murmurings, "baby."

Breathing through your nose, you gather your composure, pushing yourself further down until he's properly working into your throat. It's not a motion you can maintain for more than a few seconds at a time, but lord, does it work wonders on your cowboy. 

Keening high in his throat, Rhett squirms against the sheets; you can't tell if he's trying to wriggle free or get more. The fat head of his cock eases into your throat with every motion, jaw already aching with the effort.

“Feels good,” he babbles, “fuck, that feels so good.”

With every motion, your throat grows more and more numb from the abuse it's receiving; as much as you know it's going to ache in a little bit, you take him even further until the tip of your nose just barely brushes against his belly. 

"'M already close," the words are just barely out of his mouth when you reel back, letting your mouth off him with a soft pop, and he whimpers. 

He's already about to fuss again when you wrap a hand around him, stroking once, twice, and then stopping firm at his base. What words were about to spill off his tongue instead ripples out as an outright sob, echoing throughout the bedroom. It sends heat flushing between your legs; you want to hear that again.

Rhett's hips attempt to draw back and rise into your hand, but you've got a firm grip that doesn't falter. "Please," like a mantra, over and over, “please, darlin', please let me cum.”

It's not your intention to make him cum yet, but your hand strokes up his cock anyway, painfully slow. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" Your voice is gravely, so different from how it was just a few minutes ago, "hm?"

At first, all he does is nod his agreement, but then your hand stops, "y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

He gulps, adam's apple bobbing with it, "I want—" his own voice is cut short by a sudden, shaky breath as your hand works him again, "I wanna be your good boy."

Letting go of him for the umpteenth time, you reach down to tug your lace panties off; even so, with your intentions so clear, Rhett starts to fidget. 

"Hold on, hold on," you can't help but giggle at the sight; he's reaching for you, eager fingers wiggling in an attempt to beckon you back to him faster. They settle onto your waist as soon as you're within reaching distance, holding on as you settle into his lap and take him into your hand once more.

You only have it in you to slide him between your folds once, and then you're letting him catch on your entrance. Despite him having laid you down and fucked you on the kitchen counter this morning, you can still feel the delicious stretch of his fat head as it eases into your cunt. 

As soon as your hips come flush together, you waste no time in placing your hands on his chest and drawing yourself back up. His head drags against the soft, spongey spot inside of you, and just the sensation alone is enough to have your entrance fluttering around him. 

"Baby, baby, baby," Rhett babbles, squeezing your hips in his hands, "just like that."

The pace you set is intense, almost brutal as your hips rise and fall on him; it feels like he's forcing the breath out of your lungs with every downward motion. Long gone is Rhett's ability to stay quiet, keening with every move you make, eyes rolling into the back of his head when you clamp down around him.

"I'm gonna cum," he blurts, "baby—ah! I'm gonna cum."

You stop, and he loses it.

"Fuck!" He cries, loud and desperate, "fuck, why-why won't you let me cum?"

Feigning obliviousness, you lean down until your noses are touching, "tie that cherry stem into a knot," those pretty blue eyes widen, "and maybe I'll let you cum."

You grant him just a few more seconds to recompose himself, and then your hips are working again, thighs lifting and dropping at the same pace as before. Your change in angle has rewarded you with the dizzying pleasure of his cock driving directly into that soft spot, a slick noise bouncing off the walls as your cunt takes him.

Rhett's eyebrows are furrowing with his effort to tie that damn cherry stem, but you foil his work by tightening yourself around him, "god, fuck, baby." 

His voice alone sends a wildfire raging in your lower belly, and with one hand, you reach between your bodies, fingertips finding your swollen clit. You're still so, so sensitive from your first orgasm, and all it takes is the fleeting memory of Rhett on his knees and few, well-placed spirals before you're freezing up on top of him. You cum with a soft cry, thighs clamping down on his hips as your body spasms. 

You don't quite remember closing your eyes, you don't think they've been closed for that long, but when they flutter open, you find quite the sight before you. 

"Darlin', please," his voice is weak as he squirms below you. His eyes water with unshed tears, threatening to bubble over with every blink, and he's trembling. "Darlin' darlin' I—"

His jaw shakes as his mouth closes, tongue working, again and again, to tie that damned cherry stem into a knot. 

Just as you pull off of him, his mouth opens, revealing a loosely tied stem. 

"Such a good boy for me," you praise, and your intentions are to lower yourself and suck him off, but he won't let you go. He's babbling something intelligible, pushed so, so far that he can't form his words properly. "Rhett?" 

He keens high in his throat, tries to repeat himself, but you still don't understand, and he still won't let you free of his iron grip.

"Okay, okay," scooting up the bed, you settle next to him, and he's so, so eager to hold you closer. 

Planting your hand on his back, you draw him in until his head is resting on your chest; with your free hand, you reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock. He jumps at your touch, squirming into it as he continues to babble something you can't make out, but it doesn't sound at all close to your safeword, so you keep stroking him. 

You squeeze him a little tighter, wrist flicking towards the end of each and every stroke, and you can feel him panting into your chest.

"I-I'm," it's the first thing you can understand, stutter punctuated by his hips weakly twitching into your palm. 

"Go ahead," murmuring into his messy hair, "cum for me, Rhett."

His breath hitches, and with a weakened whimper, he cums just as you'd asked, painting your hand and tummy with burning hot semen. You pump him through it until he's relaxing back into you, panting for his breath again.

Wet tears land on your chest, "fuck."

"Rhett?" You're worried—did you push him too far? Was he misremembering his safeword? 

But then he's tilting his head up you, smiling weakly but so, so genuinely up at you, "'m alright," he hiccups, voice rougher than you've ever heard it, "don't think I've ever been so desperate to cum in my life." He laughs at his own words, even more so when you join him. 

The both of you are an absolute wreck, sticky with a gross mixture of sweat, spit, and cum, but you can't bring yourself to move. You're not sure if Rhett will let go of you even if the house were to come burning down. 

"If I buy you another whiskey sour the next time we go to the bar," he says, kissing your skin as he shyly blinks up at you, "can we do that again?"

You think you just might melt. 

"Baby," leaning down to kiss him on the lips, "all you need to do is ask."

The next time you're at the bar, Rhett's so focused on ordering a very specific drink and high tailing it out of there that he doesn't even realize Maria and her friends are standing right next to him.

[madhatterbri]

Heartbreaker | J.P.

Summary: You betray the man that helped you get a Championship.

Author's Note: Who wants angst on this fine Tuesday morning? I am thinking about him a lot bro. Let's bring on Full Gear.

"You look great with that gold on your shoulder but I think it looks better around you waist," Jack smiled while grabbing the belt from your arms. He placed the belt around you and clipped it. His hands lingered on your waist.

You turned to look at him. His brown eyes full of innocence and warmth. He trusted you. After he was betrayed so many times before he still opened his heart to you. He looked down at your lips and leaned in as if to kiss you. You turned away from him so he kissed your cheek.

"Jack, listen, i-I have something to tell you. Tonight Christian is going to-" you stopped once Christian's reflection appeared in the mirror. You two were no longer alone.

"He already told me. He believes in me. I'm going to go out there and win in front of you and my mom and sister," he smiled proudly. His mentor believing in him was one of the greatest achievements in his career. "Are you ready to go?"

You nodded and walked with him to the curtains.

The match was hard fought by Jack but he ended up losing. Despite your best efforts to hype him and the crowd up. You started a chant for his name and continuously pounded your fists against the mat. He was injured and it hindered him from winning.

"I still can't believe you won. Well of course I can because i helped train you," he smiled and patted the belt. You looked down suddenly feeling like it gained 20 pounds more.

"Do you trust me? You know i would never want you hurt, right?" You asked quickly. You spoke as fast as your heart was raving. Your heart pounded so loud you could barely hear him.

"What's wrong?"

Tarzan Boy blasted through the speakers of the arena. Jack looked at you apologetically as he walked out to the ramp. You followed behind him with a loud pop from the crowd. You high fived people as you walked down.

Once the match concluded, Christian walked to the mat looking like a concerned parent. Your eyes darted between the two men. You begged him not to do it. Christian waved his hand at you to motion for you to be quiet.

Jack limped towards the ropes as one of the AEW personnel tried to assist him. Christian patted Jungle Boy's chest to comfort him. False words of encouragement could be heard faintly. He placed his student's arm over his shoulder and assisted with his walking.

The personnel slid out of the ring first. He lowered the rope to give the injured wrestler more space. You sighed in relief. Maybe Christian would have a change of heart about the whole thing. All hopes of harmony were quickly dashed.

Christian grabbed Perry's hips and pulled him to the middle of the ring. He performed the Killswitch. You watched in horror as Jack laid motionless in the middle of the ring. The crowd went crazy as the betrayal unfolded before them. Christian grabbed his hair and started yelling at him.

He hovered over him like an animal would to their wounded prey. His eyes scanned the arena until they locked in on Jack's family. A cocky smile plastered on his face. Christian slipped out of the ring and grabbed two chairs.

Referees tried to interfere. When Christian moved to strike them they backed down. This left Jungle Boy to fend for himself. There was no stopping what was about to unfold.

The chairs were used to continue the assault. One chair was placed under Jack's head. Christian grabbed the other chair and stood tall and proud in the middle of the ring. You couldn't dare look at Jack's family or what happened next. You closed your eyes and covered your ears.

The sound of steel hitting steel made your stomach churn. You prayed all of this was finally over. You opened your eyes to see Christian rolling Jack over. He lounged on him as if he was just furniture.

Christian stood up and motioned for you to come in the ring. You shook your head not wanting any part in this. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground next to him.

You obeyed not wanting him to turn on you. Jack's body laid motionless. His chest slowly rising up and down to show he was at least breathing. He threw his leather jacket over Jack's face.

"Stand on his chest over his heart. You could have saved him. You did this," he blamed you. He was right. A part of this was your fault. You slowly followed his orders. Your white converse stood on his chest just above his heart. Christian grabbed your hand and raised it high.

For the first time in your career, the crowd booed you.

[lovethathookhausen730]

Synthetic Love

Part 2: A night to remember

Summery: YN ends up going to the club but instead of meeting up with Tyler she ends up meeting someone else....

Tags: @kennadawn2002 @shawtys-things

Y/N'S POV

I decided to end up going to the club with Skye and Willow as we decided to wear something sexy for this occasion I never thought I would wear anything like this but here I am I look over at Skye and Willow as they were both fixing there hair and makeup while I decided to struggle with the outfit as soon as we were done we headed out towards the club as Skye was right about the club not being far from the hotel

We entered the club as I saw a few Halloween decorations and the smell was a mixture of alcohol, sweat and possibly sex I didn't know how I would feel about this as I turn to my corner to see Skye and Willow disappear from me I sighed deeply and decided to head towards the bar and order a shot of tequila as I tipped the bartender and took my shot and drink my tequila as I looked around and see Skye dancing all up on Kyle Fletcher one of the Aussie Open members

I immediately felt a hand on my shoulder and yelp slightly as I turn around to see a man in a bun with black shades on as he sat next to me

"sorry didn't mean to scare ya here I heard your new in AEW" he said loud enough for me to hear him through the music blaring in the club

"yeah I am who are you exactly?" I asked as he took his shades off and sets them in his pocket as he looked back at me

"Jack Perry what's your name?" He said as I fixed my hair and outfit and looked back at him

"Y/N" I said as I looked at the bartender and order another shot of tequila as Jack ended up ordering a shot of tequila as well

"nice to meet you Y/N oh and congratulations on your debut win you here with anyone?" He asked as he took a shot and looked at me

"I'm here with Skye and Willow" I told him as he nods in reply as I clear my throat "I was supposed to meet someone else here" I added as Jack looked at me

"who?" He asked as the bartender made a few more shots of tequila for both me and him

"Tyler have you seen him?" I asked as Jack shook his head

"he was here with a few friends but he left early he's not much of a club kinda guy" Jack said as I nod in reply as he held up the shot "wanna just take shots?" He asked me as I nod in reply as me and Jack begin taking shots one after another

After about an hour I felt completely dizzy and ill as giggled slightly as I tried to stand up but ended up falling on the ground as I laugh again

"ok missy that's enough for you tonight time to take you back to the hotel" Jack said as he picks me up and takes me out of the club and puts me in the passenger seat of his car as he closed my door and gets into the driver seat as he began driving towards the hotel

"hey um Jack..." I asked as he kept driving as I tried to get his attention

"yes y/n?" He asked calmly as he watches my trying to get his attention

"do you maybe wanna have fun with me tonight in the hotel room?" I asked as Jack's eyes went wide as he looked at me

"I can't I'm supposed to meet up with my girlfriend" he said as I giggled slightly

"come on your girlfriend won't find out please" I begged as he sighs deeply and parked the car

"oh alright" Jack said as he got out of his car and helped me out of his car and carried me towards his hotel room and I decided to lean in and kiss him deeply as we both began to remove our clothes as I knew right then and there this was going to be a night to remember....

[majesticwren]

here we go. I am not even ashamed. this thing was rattling in my brain and I needed to put it down and I LOVED writing this. perry coming back to aew ruined my life, I am a punk stan for life no matter what that man does but uhm I am also loving what they are doing with the elite end jack so ✨hi✨ hello, I am a reformed woman with a new boo, don't come for me :) enjoy 💕

Trigger Warning/s: smut, hate sex, revenge sex if you squint, unprotected sex (as per usual, don't take this as example, follow your sexed! peeps), they call each other names a lot, swearing, chocking, pleasure play, ofc slaps and scratches jack repeatedly, daddy kink? (not really as such but still included), buckets of angst

Masterlist

He pushed her rudely against the wall, flattening himself against her back. His arms were like tight branches caging her, making it impossible to move and to resist him. Not that she had any wish to do so. Not really. 

Jack pushed a hand through her dark hair, grabbing a handful and pulling, making her bend for him only so he could push his face into her neck. The way he inhaled her scent like he was a bloodthirsty animal, made her shiver. JJ had to bite down on her tongue hard not to melt and whine. She wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she liked it. 

He was a greedy motherfucker though, and was clearly taking it as a challenge. If she wanted to put up a fight, he was ready to take her on. His other hand travelled freely under her skirt, where he pushed his fingers unapologetically between her legs. 

This time, JJ couldn’t hold back a hiss. She hated herself for the way her body easily reacted to him. She rolled her hips on him, arching her back under his hold, welcoming his touch with pure heat. JJ resented the pool of hot desire gathering in her lower abdomen, making it so obvious to them both how much the fight she was pretending to pull was already won. 

She felt his damn smug grin growing on his lips, as he pressed it on her neck. “You want this, don’t you, little one?” 

“Fuck you,” she spitted out, only prompting him to shut her up biting down on her collarbone, immediately suckling on her soft skin, already making her see stars. Again, she found herself thinking how pathetic she was when she had to suffocate the need to whine and beg to have more.

He wasn’t done though, just like he could read her like an open book, Jack followed the column of her neck with his tongue, collarbone to her ear, where he pressed his cocky smile. “No, baby. But I’ll gladly fuck you,”

Deep down, she knew he was only doing it to stick it up to her dad. And she wished she was strong enough not to care. She may have hidden it well, but she hated how her heart broke anytime she remembered how things were. In all the hypocrisy of her behaviour, she resented knowing he was only using her and being fine with it because being with him that way was better than getting nothing at all.

How she wished it could be enough to let her move on and forget about him. 

They had something going on throughout the summer of last year. It was still a new thing and they hadn’t gone public with it, but whatever they had it was real. She had fallen for him. And then it was over just as quickly. 

She fought like hell against the magnetism pulling her towards him. She tried to suppress every emotion connecting her to him for months now, and it worked as soon as she didn’t have to see him. When they were worlds apart, no matter about the drama, no matter about the gossiping, no matter about the tight position she was constantly being put into since her father was fired and she chose to stay in AEW, it was easy. As soon as she was safely tucked in America and he was in Japan, it was ok – she managed to ignore it. But everything fell apart as soon as their paths crossed again.  

JJ only needed to see him once. It was a quick instance through the backstage. Just a glance from across the empty corridor and her entire world fell apart. 

She wanted so desperately to hate him. She wished to cancel from her memory everything they had going on back through last summer. But she couldn’t. She was only a hypocrite. 

And Jack knew exactly how to exploit it.

Jack let go of her hair and wrapped his hand around her throat, making her bend against him almost unnaturally, enough so he could look at her in the eye. His hold was surprisingly tender. Before she could even think to talk back, he started massaging her cunt, easily finding her clit through the thin material of her panties. His egomaniac grin was large and annoying, and so pretty it made it hard for her to stay sane. 

He tutted, shaking his head slowly only for the satisfaction of being patronizing. “Look at you,” the way he was looking at her with his sharp, dark eyes made her want to smack him. “You are such a mess already,” JJ rolled her eyes in the back of her skull, pushing her hands on the wall, desperately clawing at it to find support. “Soaked,” he hissed slowly, letting the letters roll on his tongue. He proved his point by pushing a finger along her slit, gathering her slick on his digits like it was a prize he just won.

She tried with every inch of her strength not to moan, still shivering against and clawing her fingers on the wall, as if she was trying to dig her nails into the plaster.

She was enslaved by the pleasure he was giving her so effortlessly. And it wasn’t enough. Not even remotely. Her body desired so much more, aching for him, responding to him like she did for no other. She couldn’t even hide away from the memory of the connection they once had, it was printed all over her skin, all over her face, all over her heart. The edge between what was good and proper and what was bad and forbidden was easily forgotten now. She needed to have everything he had to give, to be used until he was tired and done with her. And then she was ready to beg for more.

“How disappointed would daddy be to know you are such a little slut for me, uh?” Jack whispered into her ear, fishing for a reaction that JJ didn’t miss to give.

“You are an asshole,” anger fired through her, “I hate you.” 

As soon as she tried to oppose him and fight her way off his hold, she realised she had just fallen deeper into his trap. He was ready to catch her just like a spider watching a bug getting tangled in his web. 

He took her attempt to push him off herself as an invitation to handle her. Jack turned her around so they could face each other but before he could do or say anything else, JJ reacted without thinking clearly, only responding to the situation with the adrenaline shooting through her. She slapped him like she meant it and enjoyed seeing him turn his head, taking the hit.

Jack stood still only a second, and then he was on her once more. He pushed her against the wall and, releasing an angry grunt, he grabbed her wrists and trapped them both with his hand, pushing her arms above her head. 

“I will say this only once, little one,” he began looking down at her. JJ was crossed by a shiver, lost in the moment, distracted by the way his little eyes glimmered and how his lips trembled. He looked dark, handsome and desperate in a way that made her skin crawl. She didn’t respond to him with words but raised her chin, inviting him to continue. “I’ll give you the chance to say no and get away. But you’ll have only now. Tell me to fuck off now. Tell me you hate me now, and I’ll believe you,” for a moment she thought to see a more fragile side of him, hiding behind the sharpness of his gaze. “After, I won’t take seriously any of your attempts to fight me after this moment, understood?” 

She knew exactly what he meant and what he wanted from her. He wanted her consent to do whatever he wanted and to make sure he wasn’t overlooking the fights she might put up. His words were supposed to sound somewhat threatening, and yet JJ found it so hot it made her abdomen tremble.

That was the point of no return. 

She was getting lost in the eyes of a man who was singlehandedly able to ruin her career and her life. Crossing that line meant everything she stood for and all of her integrity was to be destroyed just to be with him one night, everything that would come tomorrow would have been a consequence she would have to face alone. And yet, doing otherwise was out of the question. 

She loved her father. She had fought so hard to defend him from everyone and never once she thought to turn her back on him. He had given her everything and did his best to raise her properly. And she was proud to be his legacy. JJ Punk was a warrior just like he was and she was just as opinionated and inconvenient at times. But she was ready to turn her back on him to follow her silly little heart just because she couldn’t take yet another fight. Not that fight, anyway.

She acknowledged Jack’s wish and remained silent and docile, flattening herself against the wall, waiting, looking right back at him.

“Damn it, baby,” his tone was now a relieved whisper. He dived on her in a second, catching her lips in an impatient, famished kiss. JJ immediately melted against him and released a pleasureful sigh, welcoming his pressing tongue into her mouth with ease. She didn’t even try to fight him. He let go of her wrists only to wrap his hands solidly around her hips, squeezing her into his hold just to feel her. “You are mine now,” he huffed into her mouth. Tasting his breath on her tongue gave her a hot shiver that rippled on her skin and through her body, nesting right into her core.

As soon as her hands were free, JJ pushed them both into his hair, giving in to the craving to feel his soft, wild curls in between her fingers. Loosening his manbun was easy enough and she enjoyed watching his hair pop around him, making him look like a glorious lion. She then followed his jawline, caressing his thick, dark beard with her index, watching him raise his chin for her.

JJ smiled, imitating his smug grin. “I like this new look,” she then pushed up on his chin, making him bend his head and expose his neck only to toy with him. “It makes you look even more despicable.”

He hissed. “As soon as you like it, little one, I don’t care what you think of me.”

“No?” JJ pulled on his chin so he could look at her. “You don’t want to know? Not even a little curious? That’s not like you to mind your own business. My daddy must have taught you how to shut up.”

His nostrils flared. She knew how sore that wound still was, just as much as she knew he couldn’t stand her dad, and she was ready to exploit his spite, again, just to toy with him like a cat with a mouse. He wasn’t the only one able to exploit situations in the room.

“Don’t mistake my compliancy, little one,” he warned her, “I only care to fuck you until I have strength. I plan to make you come until you’ll beg me to stop. And then some more. Until I make you scream my name loud and clear, making you like it so much you’ll crawl back to me for more even despite your stupid daddy wishes.”

JJ’s lips twitched. “Son of a bitch,” his words still had the intended effect on her, making her knees weak “You are disgusting,” she started as her hands slid under his leather jacket, “so full of yourself it's embarrassing.” Her words didn’t match her actions as she pressed her palms on his chest, greedily feeling his muscles under her palms, “I hate you.” Jack nodded and helped her remove his jacket, pressing his lips on hers in a quick kiss. He wasn’t trying to shut her up. He was proving a point. 

“You need a humbling lesson,” she continued as soon as he left her mouth only to follow her jawline. He only replied with a small hum and latched to her neck, sucking hard on her the sensitive skin under her ear. 

JJ rolled her eyes and released a sigh. Instead of fighting him off, she hung on his shoulders, willingly accepting the hickey he seemed determined to mark her with. “The shit you pulled in Chicago was ridiculous,”

“You didn’t like it?” He wondered, pushing her skirt up around her hips. “And yet I put so much attention in the show I put up for you. Chicago certainly did.” He cupped his hands around her ass, squeezing her soft flesh into his palms.

“Bullshit,” JJ spit out, “that’s my city. My father’s city. You do not get to come back all so suddenly and shit all over that on a whim,”

“Hardly a whim, your sweet daddy almost ruined my career.”

“Because you can’t shut up, ever.”

“Thank god,” Jack pulled back to look down at her, a large grin printed on his lips making his dimple pop. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here about to fuck Pepsi Phil’s sweet, little daughter, would I?”

“Shut up.” JJ grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him into a kiss, deciding to suffocate their bickering because there was no winner in that argument. She was done talking. She was done thinking.

Jack pulled her off the wall and they both stumbled across the room removing various pieces of clothing from each other. JJ let her jeans mini-skirt pool at her feet and then accepted Jack’s impatient hands removing her top. She did the same with him, almost ripping his t-shirt off him only so she could dig her nails into his chest, willingly leaving marks.

He then pushed her down on the mattress, proudly standing by the edge of the bed, fiddling with his belt, looking down at her. He looked so pretty it was hard for her to remain sane. But, after all, what did she need sanity for when she had just betrayed every drop of her integrity?

She stretched underneath his gaze, letting him feast on her naked skin, basking in the hunger that consumed his dark eyes. “Fuck, baby, you are just as beautiful as I remembered.”

“I bet you spent all your time thinking about me,” she teased him pulling a presumptuous smile.

“You don’t know the end of it, little one,” he began. The way his gaze softened, looking at her like she was a precious thing he had lost and just found, both surprised and terrified her.

“Shut up,” she quickly barked back, not willing to accept his sweetness. That was an entirely different level of temptation she just couldn’t take on. Opening that door would have only dragged her down deeper into the waters she was already drowning into. “You should put that mouth to better use, scapegoat.” 

Any trace of softness he may have had looking at her was gone in an instant. His features hardened and his gaze darkened as he looked at her like she was his prey. 

He leaned on her and gently pulled her underwear off, hinting to her to raise her hips for him. She damned his soft, attentive touch. And more than that, she damned herself for finding it so exhilarating.

“Open those pretty legs for me, little one,” he hinted tapping on her knee, “let me see how much you want me.” She wished not to be so lost under his spell, but there was nothing she could do. JJ did as he asked, fighting against the slight awkward shyness of knowing to be completely naked underneath his attentive dark gaze. 

“Such a desperate, lost, little girl,” he continued, standing above her.

The cold air that hit her hot, soaked core gave her a shiver, making her hiss. She felt exposed and harmless under his dreadful look and yet didn’t have the strength to fight against his wish. He wanted her so bad his greed was clear on his face. 

Jack licked his lips looking at her without shame. “Such a pretty pussy,” he cooed slowly getting on his knees. “Now, let me taste it. You want it, don’t you?”

JJ knew what he wanted and didn’t give him the satisfaction. She broke eye contact and rolled her head to the other side, facing away. That only seemed to amuse him as a soft chuckle vibrated through his chest. “Don’t be rude with me, baby. I’ll make you regret it,” his words were a soft threat. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed by her ankles and then, still dissatisfied, he didn’t let go of her. His hands hooked around her right leg, softly pulling it closer to his face, just so he could kiss her ankle, brushing his lips across her joint. “You know I will,” he continued, rubbing his nose on her calf following her leg up and pressing his lips just above her knee and then again on the inside of her thigh. His beard tickled her sensitive skin, making her twitch.

JJ grabbed the sheets, biting down on her lower lip and deciding to be stubborn. 

“You should be nice to me and I’ll be nice right back at ya,” he followed her other leg with a hand, his touch barely there, just enough to make her crave it and not enough to let her feel it. “But if you continue this way, I’ll make you beg me until you cry,” as he kept nuzzling his face on the inside of her thigh, JJ was crossed by a shiver that shook her deeply, making her hips buck up even before she could think to control herself. 

Jack pressed his grin into her sensitive skin, hovering so close to her centre and yet, not enough, tracing back along her leg, torturing her. “Look at you, baby,” he cooed, “I could have you begging in a second, right? You know it too, I can tell.”

JJ was crossed by another shiver, fighting against everything not to look at him. It was a game of principles now. A challenge. She knew he was getting more and more impatient with every second she made him wait for it, and she may have had to pay for it later, but she liked the idea of annoying him. She wanted to slip under his skin just as much as he did with her.

“Don’t be this way,” he still cooed, this time, as his lips crossed the inside of her thigh, he bit down on her soft skin first branding her with a bitemark and then he latched to it, sucking hard on her only to leave another red mark on her skin. JJ couldn’t contain a whimper, as her hands automatically travelled to his hair. When she bucked her hips up again, desperately trying to find release, Jack guided her to throw her legs around his wide shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“I do not need your words to know you need me so much,” he huffed raising his head to look at her. “It’s so clear, you aren’t hiding anything from me, little one.”

“Then why do you need me to say it?” She wondered between gritted teeth, finally looking down at him. 

Jack’s grin was infuriating. “Because I wanna hear it,”

“Fuck,” JJ let her head fall backwards, only feeling his hot breath crossing her most sensitive skin was making her lose her mind. 

“Just say it, baby,” he lulled as his palms opened on her abdomen, caressing her belly. “Say it for me, no one else needs to know, just me.”

His voice was tempting and inebriating. Feeling his touch and his breath on her skin was enough to condemn her. JJ hated herself, she wished to have more integrity than that. Maybe some more control. She was convinced her pride would have lasted longer, instead of crumbling right in front of her to his first demand. She was so pathetic she thought she deserved it. 

She bucked her hips up, hissing avidly and then she gave up, nodding. “Fine. I do. I want it. You. I want you,” she couldn’t even think straight anymore. She looked away, trying to hide how confessing that made her blush. “And now shut up,”

“Oh, I’ll shut up,” a low, satisfied chuckle grew from his chest and rolled over her, giving her a shiver as she felt him positioning himself. “Look at me, JJ,” she obeyed even before she realised what his words meant. Jack whipped out a sharp grin, looking up at her from in between her legs. God, he looked so pretty and wild. No one needed to know how weak she was for him. His dark eyes glimmered like the ones of a feral animal. “Don’t take those pretty eyes off me, I want you to watch the way I’m gonna eat you out, a’right?” 

She had no strength to nod but kept her eyes on him and watched the way he fixed her legs around his shoulders. Jack’s smile didn’t disappear. “Use your words, little one, tell me you understand that if you look away, I will stop.”

“Yes, I understand,” she huffed impatiently, feeling her body stretch and tense under an invisible force pressing on her. “Jack, please,”

He gave her exactly what she asked for. Exactly what she needed the second he heard her whisper his name. He leaned in on her and pressed his cocky grin on her cunt. As soon as she felt his mouth on her, JJ’s mind dissolved completely. She melted away in a stream of pleasure that spread across her like warm honey. 

Everything else disappeared. All the time, all the things that had happened, nothing mattered but being close to him right now. And JJ found it freeing, like a boulder had rolled off her chest.

Like he was starved, Jack sucked and licked avidly on her tender, hot flesh, cleaning up her slick and demanding more. His hands were solidly wrapped around her hip and thigh, but not to cage her. If anything, he was guiding her to buck her hip and fuck his face. His dark eyes never let go of hers as he eagerly watched the pleasure shaping her face, welcoming her soft moans like music. 

Quickly, pleasure started to gather in her stomach, heavily pressing down on her making it hard to breathe. As her body stretched like a rubber band, JJ found it impossible to control herself and forgot about her stipulation with Jack, letting her head fall backwards.

He immediately lifted his face up, not willing to show mercy. “What is it, little one?” 

A shiver crossed her as cold air hit her, making her hiss like a snake. The sudden interruption made her go feral as she looked down at him, exposing her teeth like a rabid dog. It didn’t last long though, she quickly melted into submission as soon as she noticed the way he was studying her. He ate her up with his gaze. His cheeks were blushed and his beard covered in her slick, making her chest rumble with pride.  “Please, don’t stop,” she begged softly.

He shook his head, pressing a kiss into her inner thigh, squeezing her soft flesh with his fingers. “Then look at me,” his beard tickled her, giving her a shiver that made her head roll back once more. 

“I am sorry,” she explained trying to find some lucidity, “It’s only your fault.”

Jack chuckled, genuinely amused. “You are close, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes, I am,” she caught her breath, “please, I won’t look away. I promise.”

Since her words were followed by her locking eyes with him, again Jack was ready to reward her. “Good,” he lowered himself on her, “I wanna watch you come on my face,” he mumbled latching on her clit, sucking her flesh into his hot mouth. No mercy showed. His hot breath and tickling beard first and then his mouth left her breathless. 

This time, JJ fought against the need to let herself go completely and looked at him, not letting his gaze go. If he wanted to watch her, she would have given him a show. She pushed her hands into his hair, tugging at his curls as pleasure quickly mounted inside of her, wilder than before. 

There was something eternally damning her soul about the way she loved to see the pale skin of her thighs contrasting with the golden tone of his shoulders. The satisfaction of having his face pressed between her legs was intoxicating, just like the idea of how beautiful he was, with his big loose hair falling softly on her skin. It wasn’t only that, it was also in the way he held her and how his fingers dug into her flesh, making her wish he left marks. It was in those dark eyes she wished to drown into.

She wished she wasn’t that weak – but she was discovering to be an entirely different person from what she always believed. And she wasn’t proud of it. But she couldn’t stop.

Following the rhythm of her hips and the quickness of her breath, Jack read her body language confidently and traced two fingers to her slit, pushing in only one at first and then both. JJ welcomed his digit with a whimper, biting down on her lower lip. 

“Fuck, you are so tight, baby,” he grunted proudly against her sensitive flesh, not losing any more time and fucking her with his fingers and mouth following an incessant rhythm until she came undone against his face.

JJ cried her pleasure out loud, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling at it, only encouraging Jack to continue, guiding her through her highest and right into overstimulation, ignoring the way her body was shaking and trembling. This time, when she tried to escape him, Jack pushed down on her hips, immobilizing her under his torture.

“Shit,” she huffed pulling his hair, “Jack,” whimpering his name only got him to grunt into her cunt pumping his fingers in and out of her relentlessly. “Stop,” her voice was shaken and weak, just like her attempt to get him off. And the longer it took, the more pleasure started to grow inside of her again, and the harder it was for her to remain sane. This time it felt more erratic and violent. She had the irrational fear she wouldn’t survive this new wave hitting her. JJ had to press her feet into his shoulders to get him off her and, even then, he didn’t seem at all willing to follow her wish. His gaze was completely lost in his selfish desire. 

Jack rudely wiped her slick off his face as best he could and then climbed across her, still fucking her with his fingers. His thumb took the place of his mouth as he massaged circles on her clit. 

“Give me another, little one, I know you have it in you.” He pushed her under him on the mattress avidly watching the way she bent and stretched for him, all consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.

JJ had nowhere to run and there was nothing she could do and, even though she wasn’t going to be grateful, part of her was loving it. She had the tools to make him stop. She knew she only needed to look away, and yet she couldn’t. Not anymore.

She came again and this time it was her the one riding her own pleasure on his fingers. 

“Yes, baby,” he cooed, “such a good girl. So hot for me, uh?” He kept praising her in words that got easily lost in between the waves of pleasure he just gave her.

She dug her nails into his shoulders scratching him some more as she pulled him down on her, suffocating her louder moans into a famished kiss. Tasting her own flavour in his mouth made her tremble, making her wish to mark him more, in every way possible. He was hers. 

This time Jack helped her ride her highs allowing her to come off it, slowly easing her. However, as soon as he was done, his hand traced her leg, guiding her to hook it around his waist as he pressed his hips impatiently against her, ignoring how uncomfortable the rough material of his jeans could feel for her. A small whimper left his chest as he rubbed himself against her.

JJ’s mood changed quickly. She surely wasn’t done with him but he didn’t need to know the extent of how desperately she needed him. Not just yet. His ego was already massive and she had just fed him enough to let him think he had won her over.

Pushing him off her, she dug her nails into his chest, scratching him with the intent of leaving a mark. Jack grunted and, as he tried to catch her hands to stop her, JJ slapped him once more only to feed on his annoyance. She laughed in his face as Jack grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pushing her underneath him.

“This little kitty needs her nails trimmed, uh?” His grin was quick to pop back on his lips. He used it like a weapon, knowing it was annoying her.

“Fuck you,” she hissed, only playing to fight his hold. The rest of her body spoke louder as she bent her legs around Jack’s sides and stretched underneath him. 

“What are you trying to prove?” He looked into her eyes, “That you don’t like me?” His hold on her wrists came loose as he pressed his open hand across hers, “that you despise me?” He crossed his fingers with hers and JJ found herself holding onto him like a lifeline. She held her breath, hanging from his lips. “That you hate the way I make you feel?”

“Yes. All of the above,” she hissed at him, raising her head closer to his. 

Jack’s lips hovered across her mouth. “Sorry,” he began, brushing his lips against hers, making her taste their kiss, “If I could be someone else, I’d give that to you. But you gotta settle for what I’ve got instead.”

There was an underline of disappointment in his words. Something sounded off as if he was genuinely hurt by her. And it tore her heart into pieces. 

Their game was supposed to be that they hated each other and were about to have some good angry sex and forget about it right after. When did he decide to change the game? 

She could deal with the shame of having sex with him. It was easier to accept. Everyone had needs, after all, right? But JJ couldn’t deal with the idea of still having strong feelings for him. How could she look at herself in the mirror knowing that deep down the only thing she wanted to do was to cancel out everything she had said just to pull him to her chest and cradle him softly, whispering to his ear that everything was ok.

Fucking pathetic. Especially since she was convinced it was still a stupid game to him. He was proving a point to her and to her father.

“Just don’t make me look at your face again,” she hissed letting her head fall backwards, distancing herself from his lips. “I can’t stand you.”

She hoped her words would hurt him. Part of her wanted to hurt him just to reflect the way she was hurting. Pretending to be a cold, selfish bitch was easier than having to deal with being aware of how deeply she was betraying her own pride and her father.

Jack nodded, granting her wish. The calm sadness in his eyes came and went in a second. One moment he accepted defeat and the second he was back being feral. His eyes burned with a new desire for conquering. “Don’t worry, little one,” He pulled her and turned her over on her belly like she was a lifeless doll, pressing her down on the mattress, not caring for her comfort. “You won’t have to look at me for long,”

Jack wrapped his hands around her waist and, again, squeezed her in between his palms only to feel her body. He then prompted her hips up for him, pushing a hand across her lower back, making her bend for him. “Good girl,” he still praised softly as she moulded underneath his touch. “Let me see that ass.” His words were followed by a slap. And then another. He hit her harder the second time, enjoying seeing her flinch. Her soft gasp encouraged him to then massage her tender flesh, squeezing her ass into his palm. “You still like it, don’t you?”

JJ was already grasping at the bedsheets, keeping her chest pressed down on the mattress just like he wanted her. “Yes,” she sighed softly, bending her back even more for him as her lower abdomen grew heavier with expectation. The cool air hitting her most sensitive, exposed skin was torturous, bringing her to bite her lower lip not to pathetically whine. 

“That’s my girl,” he cooed softly. He leaned in above her kissing her back. JJ shivered feeling his lips tracing her spine. She may not wanted it, she may not liked it, but it felt so intimate and so right she was ready to give everything up for him. 

She already did.

She heard the jingling noise of his belt coming undone and shivered when she realised what was coming as he took off the last clothes that were left.

Jack grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up just so he could press his face by her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that ok?”

“As soon as you do it hard,” she teased popping her ass back, pressing herself against him. A satisfied smile crossed her lips as she felt his heavy shaft pressing against her hip.

He hissed against her shoulder and then pulled back so suddenly she found herself missing the feeling of his hot skin on hers. He gently pressed a hand in between her shoulders and guided her to press her chest back on the mattress. Once he had her positioned like he wanted, he guided himself to her core, holding his hip solidly with his other hand.

They both moaned as he rubbed his cock against her wet folds, letting her have a taste of how hard he was for her. “You are so fucking wet, baby,” he huffed and kept going, coating himself in her juices, teasing her.

“Just for you,” she admitted, hating herself for it a second later.

Jack rewarded her by positioning himself and slowly pushed the tip in, going at torturing her some more. The whimper he released slipped across her, giving her a shiver. It was a pretty sound she had no intention of forgetting. He then proceeded to go all the way, moving still excruciatingly slow, but filling her up and stretching her so deliciously JJ couldn’t contain a victorious smile.

“Yes,” she praised, receiving a pleasureful huff in return. 

Jack squeezed her in between his hands and took longer than a moment to enjoy feeling her underneath him. She felt his dark eyes cruise her body, studying every inch of her tattooed skin.

“Baby, please,” she whined, not entirely sane anymore. She didn’t even care about fighting him anymore. Her pride was forgotten. Now, she only wanted him, nothing else mattered.

“Fuck,” Jack huffed and then grabbed her hair, pulling it to make her lean up so he could press his face in her neck once more. “Call me baby again,”

JJ melted into a smile and bent under him, giving him free access to her neck. “You like that, don’t you?”

At first, Jack replied bucking his hips against her in a quick thrust that hit her suddenly and deeply, leaving her breathless. Then, his hand slid around her throat, squeezing her softly. “Call me baby one more time, little one, and I won’t leave your side ever again,” his lips were so close to her ear that it made it hard for her to remain focused.

It was supposed to be a threat. Part of their game maybe. But JJ didn’t find it scary. She didn’t perceive it as yet another confrontation. It was a dangerous declaration that left the ball in her court. And she had already decided she was going for eternal damnation.

“Baby,” She purred, stretching against him. It was the sex. She wasn’t thinking clearly. 

A soft grunt shook his chest as he finally gave in and started moving his hips, starting to fuck her just like she demanded. He slipped in and out of her with ease, quickly finding his rhythm, and JJ was ready to take him on. The way he moved inside of her, hitting the right spot every time, made her thoughts fog up. She was pure emotion now, burning only for him. 

Jack’s hand stretched around her jaw, pushing her head to turn, making her bend underneath him, enough so he could have access to her lips and steal a kiss. She was ready to match his hunger, devouring his lips. JJ suffocated her moans into his mouth, only prompting him to squeeze her more solidly underneath him as the rhythm of his thrusts quickened.

“Call me daddy,” 

“You are disgusting,” she huffed, deciding to try and resist him, only for the pleasure of contradicting him. Only to fight him some more, just enough not to give him the satisfaction right away. She craved his reaction. She craved the fight.

He chuckled into her ear. In response, he grabbed her throat in his palm, “C’mon, little one, do it for me,” the way he was begging her made him both so pathetic and so hot JJ couldn’t take it.

“And let your ego grow some more?” A sharp smile grew on her lips, “No, sir.”

Jack’s hold on her throat became harder. He squeezed the breath out of her, pushing his face into her neck. His thrusts were incessant, taking her breaths and linear thoughts away. “JJ,” he sounded like he was begging at first, “I’ll make you regret it if you don’t,” she felt his grin pressed on her jaw, “you know I will.”

“Fuck you,” she wheezed, keeping her fight up.

Jack wasn’t done either. His hand moved from her throat to grabbing a handful of her hair as he pushed her down on the mattress rudely. His other hand was firmly grabbing her hip, guiding her to bounce off him following his frenzied rhythm as he proceeded to fuck her even harder. From that angle, JJ felt his cock so deep inside of her that she felt its hits shake her stomach. She pressed her face into the mattress, suffocating the loud moans he ripped out of her.

It was supposed to be torturous; he was using pleasure to make her pay, but it wasn’t making her want to give in even an inch.

“C’mon, baby,” he was back begging. His hand moved from around her hip all the way across her abdomen and in between her legs where he started to massage her clit skilfully. “Give it to me once. I want to hear the pleasure I’m giving you bend your voice.”

JJ hissed. She couldn’t think clearly, pleasure had completely taken over her. Part of her registered his words and knew exactly what kind of twisted, dirty bastard he was being, but she would have lied if she said she cared enough to actually find offence in it or consider it crossing the line.

She pushed herself up, finding him ready to catch her and help her move. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his chest, finding his rightful place into her neck socket, as JJ pushed an arm back, grabbing on his hair, he suckled on her skin, only enhancing her pleasure. His small whimpers didn’t help.

“You are sick,” she spit out. It was supposed to be an offence but the way her voice bent under a moan gave it a different vibe.

Jack nodded against her. “Yes, baby. Just for you. You drive me insane.”

“Not me,” she huffed, “you are fighting a war against my father,”

“Yes. I am. But he isn’t here. It’s you and me now.”

“Fuck,” JJ rolled her eyes, letting a wave of pleasure take over her body, wiping away her thoughts entirely. She didn’t know the extent of the consequences of what he just said. He had such a way with words, knowing what to say to make her do what he wanted. She couldn’t trust him. And yet she was ready to sing for him. She didn’t want to think about how much her heart was sealing around the feeling she had tried so desperately to forget. 

“C’mon, babygirl,” he lulled softly, his soft voice brushed on her ear, making her go insane.

Pleasure-bent words started forming and common sense escaped her mind. JJ clenched her jaw, trying to fight the desire to give him anything he wanted, but she was too high and too lost in her pleasure to keep it up for longer than a moment. 

She let go of the act as soon as another powerful wave of pleasure shook her body and senses. 

“D-daddy,” she whined, scared to say at first. Then, immediately finding the way he approved of it with a deep moan so rewarding. “Fuck me, daddy,” 

Jack pressed a gloating smile into her shoulder and gave her exactly what she craved.

Her pleasure was growing fast, mounting inside of her with such violence JJ had absolutely no control over herself.

“Hold on,” she huffed unsure how she managed to put words together. “J-Jack?” she wrapped a hand on his wrist, both trying to find something to hang on and to get his attention.

He was ready to catch her. “Tell me, little one,”

“I need-” her words were broken by a whimper as he didn’t miss a hit on her already shaking body. “Oh, fuck,” she hissed, digging her nails into his skin, “I need to look at you.” She continued, gathering all her strength to produce sensed words. “Let me look at you, baby,”

Jack seemed surprised by her words just as much as she was. She was aware she had just contradicted what she had ordered him earlier, but they both seemed not to care about any of it anymore. 

He obliged her wish and helped her turn around and climb on his figure. JJ straddled him and, hanging on his shoulders, she slid back on his cock, welcoming him with a sigh. A content smile appeared on her lips as she looked straight into his dark eyes. There was nowhere to hide anymore.

She kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and then again, his lips, as Jack closed his strong arms around her figure, guiding her to ride him to the rhythm he had decided, fucking her quick and hard, burying himself deep inside of her every time, just like she had asked. 

With every hit, she was pushed closer and closer to her edge, to the point she found herself hovering over insanity, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her, making her feel like she was drunk.

JJ pushed her hands into his hair, bringing him to bend his head just so she could have the impression of towering over him, diving into his eyes full of lust. “Don’t hold back,” she warned with an encouraging nod.

He didn’t. He gave her exactly what she asked for, exactly what she needed. As soon as he felt her stretch against him, gasping for air, Jack pulled one of his smug grins looking proudly as pleasure morphed her face. “Come for me, little one,” he cooed softly, ready to hold her tight the second she was hit by her orgasm. 

She called for his name as pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and senseless. But Jack had no mercy for her and didn’t allow her to have a moment to breathe. She fucked her right over her edge and kept going, selfishly chasing his own peak.

When he started to reach his own edge, his fingers dug into her skin, making her bounce on him relentlessly, Jack nuzzled his face into her neck socket, suffocating his softer pleasureful whimpers against her throat. His voice vibrated through her, making her lose her mind. 

JJ was nothing but welcoming. This time she was the one holding him and when his strength started to weaken, she took over riding him and pushing him over his edge, avidly taking everything he had to give, milking every drop of his pleasure.

When the waves of their pleasure calmed down and the fog dissipated, they still held on to each other, catching their breaths. Jack softly brushed his lips on her neck praising her as his hands cruised on her back all the while JJ pressed soft kisses on his forehead. 

Jack laid her down on the mattress, tenderly assuring she had a pillow under her head and then rolled on her side. They were both still shaken and clearly not done with each other, but she was grateful to take a break.

“Good?” He wondered looking back up at her. For once, his egotistical self was gone, leaving space for a sweeter version looking to be reassured.

JJ smiled, nodding, still catching her breath. “So good,” her mind still felt hazed, to the point she purred and melted into a smile under his eyes, without thinking about the consequences. “I need a tall glass of water, though.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he pulled a sweet, sharp smile and winked flirtatiously, making her mind go completely blank and her heart pitter-patter in her chest. Damn him. “I just need to ask you something first,” he wondered as he toyed with her hand, looking at the way their fingers crossed. She suspected it was a way not to face her.

“Shoot,” 

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“That you hate me.”

JJ huffed, feeling suddenly so uncomfortable she couldn’t sit still. Her eyes shot to the ceiling as she retracted her hand from his hold, feeling fear slither under her skin. 

There was no harder question to be asked.

She did. And she didn’t. 

She resented him because she considered him the reason why her heart was broken. And she resented herself because, despite everything, she couldn’t stick to her own anger. She was angry all the time; at herself, at her father, at the world, and at fate or God, even. But now she didn’t feel powered by that same fire that allowed her to continue going, now she felt pathetic.

“Why are you so committed to humiliating me?” She wondered with a tired sigh. She knew she was about to lose that war. “Have I not given you enough already? Can you not just accept me being here with you as assurance enough to feed your ego?”

“Is that what you think this is?” He sounded heartbroken. Jack cupped her face softly, making her look at him even when she didn’t feel like she had the strength to face him. “You think I’d be that cruel, little one?”

“Yes,” JJ looked into his eyes and got lost in the man she met, surprised to find him willing to show his more vulnerable side. This wasn’t the Jack she had learned to despise over the last few months. This wasn’t the smug motherfucker willing to burn the world down to get his revenge. This was the man she left months ago, as they broke off things without a word. One moment they were together, enjoying the idea of everything that could have been, and the next they were strangers.

God, his eyes. JJ was burning underneath his dark gaze. Jack had such sweet eyes, hiding perfectly all the emotions that laid underneath. They were the most beautiful, most dangerous eyes one could have. 

“I think you want to win me like a prize,” She continued, knowing her words would hurt him. This time, she didn’t like it. “I think you wouldn’t mind me if I wasn’t JJ Punk. Can you blame me?”

“You are dead wrong if that’s what you think,” he caressed her cheeks, “I hate your father’s guts and yes, this,” he pointed between them, underlining their connection, “it is done in spite of him. But baby, hell if I’ll let him take the merit of the ways I’ve missed you.” Jack still hung on her before she could look away, trying to find something to say. “These past few months have been the hardest of my life,” he continued, hooked into her gaze, “I had to rethink everything about myself. And I had to do it alone. I thought I was done. I thought this dream of mine was finished. I have lost people left and right. For a time, I thought I was left completely alone. Everything changed for me. I sometimes can hardly recognise myself in the mirror. But I am who I need to be, now. I am who I was made to be,”

“I,” JJ took a small pause to breathe, finding it hard under his gaze and the weight of his words washing over her, “I understand that,” 

“I am not finished,” he corrected her, “In all of this, I had only one constant to grasp. Only one thing didn’t change, and that was you. The way I felt about you. And I grasped to it. It kept me sane. It kept me close to who I used to be, even if I can’t be that man anymore.”

“Jack,” JJ gasped, suddenly terrified by his words, feeling a knot sealing her stomach. She tapped her fingers on his lips, trying weakly to shut him up, but he didn’t let her. 

“I need you, JJ. I need you here, I need you always.”

“We can’t,” she gasped, her chest was shaking violently. His words and what they made her feel meant so much more than giving up her dignity to have sex. It was different. It was much more serious. Much more complicated. Prohibited. “Jack,” she grabbed his chin, trying to find something to hold onto before she could spiral into absolute panic. “I can’t betray my father.”

“I am not asking you to.”

“Being with you is already a pretty big ask,”

“But never once I dared to ask you to change your opinion about me or your father, did I?” He looked into her eyes, “I’d never do that. I just need you. We can keep it a secret forever, I don’t care.”

She wanted to believe his words. She wanted to get lost in him and forget about everything else. Her heart was still aching for him and now, more than ever, she felt it skip out of her chest and dive into his to find anything to latch on and keep the illusion of what they were sharing alive. 

But she couldn’t let herself get lost in that feeling. He was going to stab her in the back, she could feel it.

Yet, instead of putting her fears into thoughts and sensed words, JJ silenced them both, pulling him into a kiss. She had sold her soul that night, she just knew it. Nothing would have made sense ever again, she was the first betrayer. And she was ok with that. Sex had consumed every drop of her anger, leaving her exposed and defeated, hostage of all the feelings she never took the time to heal.

“I don’t hate you,” she then confessed against his lips, kissing him softly. She hated herself for it. As soon as those words came out of her, she regretted it just because she knew that even though she liked to pretend it wasn’t the case, she had just condemned them both. “I can’t love you either,”

“I know,” Jack nuzzled his face into her neck, hiding from the world. “I would never ask that of you.”

Jack rolled on top of her, his hands already finding their way across her skin, their bodies moving attracted to each other by a silent magnetism. 

JJ mirrored his movements and welcomed him, ready to bury all those feelings somewhere deep, hoping not to find them ever again. But she wasn’t quite ready to let go of him. She wondered if she would ever be. And she had her answer even before she could form the thought, as her arms branched tight around his shoulders. 

Sex was the perfect compromise for them both to let them find each other and pretend to believe whatever made them feel better.

JJ pushed herself up and kissed him. It was a sad kiss. A desperate one. “I can’t trust you,” she whispered on his lips. 

“That’s ok,” He kissed her back, this time deeper, stronger, making her feel it. “You shouldn’t.”

[nysocboy]

Glamorous: Be as femme as you wanna be, especially when you are surrounded by mega-hunks

Glamorous, on Netflix: Make-up obsessed Marco gets a dream job at a glamour firm, starts a journey of self-discovery, and falls in love with a man. The episode descriptions use "he/him" pronouns, but Marco is played by  -- and based on the experiences of -- trans actress Miss Benny.  So maybe he'll be coming out as trans at some point.

Scene 1: Marco awakens.  He's a boy with a femme girl hairstyle and a room decorated with pictures of high-heel shoes.  Asking himself if "the struggle to be a grown-up is realer than real," he puts on his frilly pink gown and heads for the makeup table -- well, more like a makeup warehouse, puts on his face, and starts talking to his internet followers: "I am a makeup artist and beauty industry professional who works with all the major brands, including Glamorous by Madolyn."  Looks like he's already pretty self-discovered.

But in real life, he has a part-time job behind the make-up counter at a department store, he has minimal followers, and his Mom, whom he claims "helps with my content," could not be less interested. But does that stop the dynamo make-up artist?  Nope. "We're going places!"

Scene 2: Mom has called in some favors and enrolled Marco in a paralegal training program.  Do you need to call in favors for that?  Can't anyone enroll? "But Mom, I already have a job!"  "It doesn't pay anything.  You're 22 years old: start taking your life seriously, and start paying me rent!"   Settle, dude.  You know how many famous make-up artists there are out there?  

Scene 3: At the mall, Marco sees his idol, Madolyn, looking at a display of her own products. She explains that she's doing important research in her customers' buying habits.  It's not just about the make-up, dude.  "I'm a customer!"  "Ok, let's see what you got.  Give me a makeover."  

Marco goes to work, while criticizing his idol's make-up! Smooth move, dude. It's not selling.  Customers consider it safe and banal.  They want fantasy.  "When I do my makeup in the morning, I want magic!  I want to feel like a star!"  

Madolyn is mesmerized.  No one has criticized her for 20 years. "You have some important things to say about makeup.  Want a job?" 

Scene 4:  Marco going to work in a glass-and-steel skyscraper.  At least he gets to wear his high heels and a totally femme hairstyle.  The first assistant, Venetia, introduces him to Madolyn's son Chad (Zayne Phillips, top photo), who is in a meeting while running on a treadmill....with his shirt off....um, his muscles gleaming....um...does he need a personal assistant?  

"Is this the superstar Mom hired from the mall?" Chad asks. Superstar?  I thought he was just opinionated.  Then he criticized Marco for wearing heels: "I'm gay, but I'm not...gay."  The word you're looking for is "femme," as in the Grindr ads: "No femmes, no fats."

Next on the tour: Product Design, and another gay guy, Ben (Michael Hsu Rosen, left), who trips all over his tongue while trying ineptly to flirt.  "He gets like this when he's excited," his coworker explains.  "I don't get like anything when I'm excited, which I'm not," he stammers.  "But I could be."  Dude, are you talking about your penis?

Next up: Social Media Influencer Alyssa, and her assistant Nowhere, a 1960s hippie.  "I'm an influencer, too!" Marco exclaims.  "Yes, but you just have 1,000 followers, and half of them are bots."

Finally Madolyn's office, with all of her awards, magazine covers, mirrors, and make-up.  I'm getting flashbacks to Wilhemina Slater on Ugly Betty. except Madolyn seems much nicer.  Marco the Dope criticizes her again: "You seem very...comfortable!"  "I beg your pardon?  I take chances!  I'm cutting-edge!"

Scene 5: Marco telling his followers about his first week, sugar-coating the slapstick mishaps that we see in a montage.  The First Assistant Venetia discusses with her friend: "He's flopping like a Katy Perry single."  "Good -- then our jobs are secure. If he were doing a good job, we'd have to sabotage him."

Left: Michael Rosen's rear

Scene 6:Madolyn criticizing Super Hunk Chad's ideas for the new line.  "This is exactly what we send to Sephora every year.  We need to be bold -- take chances." 

Chad: "Or we could just sell the company to World-Famous Make-Up Company and be rich(er).  You could even stay on as Creative Director, and I could do something besides sell...ugh...makeup."  Chad's going to be the Big Bad.

More mega-hunks after the break

Scene 7: Marco has the job of picking up the super-important product prototypes and bringing them to the office for the Big Presentation.  He gets into the wrong Uber, and complains to the real passenger, a very muscular Straight Guy (Graham Parkhurst), who takes an Uber to the gym every day, about his various job mishaps.  Straight Guy consoles him.  

Whoops, he left the very important prototypes in the Uber.  There's no way to track them down, since he got in the wrong Uber. Wait -- wouldn't the Uber driver have turned them in at the company office?   Madolyn wants to forgive him, but Super-muscular Chad insists on firing him. 

Scene 8:  Ben, the coworker with the huge crush on Marco, talks to his friend: "Now that he's fired, I could ask him out, but I won't because it would be weird and creepy.  But just in case, do you have his number?"  This is definitely like Ugly Betty, where every straight guy working in an office full of supermodels fell instantly in love with the "ugly" girl.  Well, not Daniel, but they had a "will they or won't they" thing going on for several years.

Meanwhile, Mom tells Marco to fight to get his job back.  The Straight Guy probably picked up the prototypes.  You know what gym he goes to, and the time of day: go find him!  

Left: Straight Guy butt

Scene 9:  Pretending to be a rich white guy, Marco buys a gym membership, with the proviso that he can back out if he's dissatisfied.   Girl, high heels to the gym?  He pretends to work out forever, but Straight Guy never shows up, so he hits the locker room (actually, a lot of semi-private dressing rooms).  And there he is, dawdling at the mirror, wearing only a towel! 

Straight Guy gazes at Marco like he's a pork chop.  "I...um...left something in the Uber yesterday." "I've got something for you right here."  He fumbles with his towel.  Psych!  He's actually heading to his locker to retrieve the prototypes.

"And, by the way, I'm not straight. And here's my number. Bye."  He takes off his towel, flashes his butt, and heads for the showers. 

Scene 9:  Everyone stares as super-fired Marco marches through the office and into Madolyn's meeting to present the prototypes.  Chad scoffs, but Madolyn wants to hear his speech: "I'm not perfect.  I'm bad at math, the oldest movie I've seen is Titanic, and I don't know who Cher is.  But I can learn.  I can grow.  The question is, can you?"  He then criticizes the prototypes as garbage.  Madolyn is impressed; he's re-hired If you want him to advise you on make-up, hire him as a consultant, not a gopher. 

Chad scoffs.  "Curses! Foiled again!" 

Left: Nick Fink, who appears in the cast list but is not in this episodeScene 10:  His first job: fetching coffee and a Vogue for Madolyn and First Assistant Venetia.  Uh-oh, he's sharing an elevator with Ben, the guy with the major crush on him!  He fumbles and stutters until Marco takes pity and asks him out.  Ben melts in ecstasy, then catches himself: "Um..yeah, I guess that'd be cool.  Hit me up." 

Cut to First Assistant Venetia running into Chad in the bathroom.  Venetia is worried that he'll take her job, and Chad, that he'll tank the company with his newfangled ideas. They come up with a plan to "ruin that twink." The end.

Beefcake:  Chad and Parker (Straight Guy), plus a few gym hunks.

LGBTQ Characters: Marco, Chad, Parker, Ben, and -- well, just about everyone.

Femme: No one is bothered in the least by Marco's femme gender presentation.  In fact, it appears to be something of a turn-on to the more masculine-presenting guys. 

Make-Up:  There are a lot of "make-up is the most important thing in the world" manifestos, but we don't actually learn much about make-up.  Why is Madolyn's brand outdated?  What the heck is a gondola?  At least in Ugly Betty, we were told the difference between bad and good fashion.

My Grade: It's rather fun watching a boy be as femme as he wants to be with no kickback, and the hunks competing for his attention are stunning.  I'm just worried that the office-politics plotlines will be a bit old-fashioned.  A-

[barbiewritesstuff]

Bad Date

-- my first Luke Tillerson x reader fanfic because I love him --

"Please pick up, please pick up" you mumbled. You were sitting on a closed toilet in the bar's women's bathroom. Someone aggressively banged on the door. 

"Baby, you almost done? Come baaaack, we were havin' fun" Your date drawls through the door. You were most definitely not having fun. Dave, or David or whatever his fucking name was had been nice until after his first beer. Then the crass remarks and unsavoury questions started and they didn't stop until beer five when they were replaced by unwanted physical contact. He had almost cornered you when you escaped to the bathroom.

"Please pick up" You begged but no dice. Rhett hadn't answered his phone and neither had Perry. Calling Royal was out of the question and you didn't want to worry Cecilia so your mind went to the only other person who would probably pick you up. 

Billy Tillerson had always been nice, and you guessed he might do you this favour but it was nearing one in the morning and the land dispute had made it so you hadn't spoken too much recently. Still, desperate times and all that, you called his house number. 

It rings and it rings and it rings. Then a click and someone lifts a receiver. Your date bangs on the door again and the door shakes. You don't let the person on the other end of the line speak.

"Billy, it's Y/n, I need a massive favour. I'm on a date, he's had beer and he's gropey and I am so scared. Please please please, can you pick me up. Please, I'm scared" 

Your voice is shaky and you almost whisper it. Whoever heard your message breathes in and out a few times

"Billy, please"

"Is that him banging on the door?" 

Not Billy. It's Luke, you think and all hope that someone might save you just fizzles away. He bangs again and you think Dave might break down the door, you whimper.

"Where are you?" He asks. Whichever one of the Not-Billy-Tillerson Tillerson brothers picked up the phone sounds tired and crabby.

"I'm at the --"

"No, I know the bar, I mean where are you hiding?" He cuts you off

"Bathroom" 

"Okay, hold tight, I'll be there in ten"

You hear these words and you swear that you might kiss him when he gets there, whichever one he is. 

The next ten minutes are the scariest moments of your life. Dave is now trying to break down the door and you don't understand why no one is stopping him. Can't they see? Can't they hear? Are they okay with this?

Ten minutes pass and nothing happens.

Eleven minutes pass and nothing happens

Twelve minutes pass and nothing -- the banging abruptly stops. 

"Hey, you okay? Can you open the door please?" The voice sounds familiar and you're pretty sure it's the same person you had on the phone so you unlock the door with trembling hands. It's pushed open from the other side to reveal a tall blonde man with a tan cowboy hat, a blue shirt and jeans. 

"Jesus, you look --" He says and Luke can feel himself cringe at his words. You look fucking terrified, that's what you look like. Your cheeks are wet with tears and you are shaking so badly he's not sure you can even walk to the truck. 

Underneath all of that though, you looked nice. Clearly, you had been looking forward to the date, because you were dressed nicely in a green dress and high heels. You always looked nice -- not that he looked, of course -- but this was different to your usual farm clothes. 

"Obviously you idiot", he thought, "obviously she looks nicer, this was a date"

He stretched his hand out and he practically had to drag you out of the bathroom. 

"Do you want a drink to calm down?" He offers, but you refuse

"I just want to go home" You tell him, barely meeting his eye.

He wants to hug you, rub circles in your back and tell you "it's okay" and "you're safe now" but he doesn't because you are so fucking scared and it would make it worse. And he's not even sure you know which one of the Tillerson's he is anyway, which makes this all so much worse because he knows exactly who you are. 

He guides you to the car, you regain a little confidence in the parking lot and by the time you climb in the car, your hands are steady enough to fasten your seatbelt by yourself.

The ride is largely silent and he realises halfway through that you have fallen asleep with your head on the window. He's not entirely surprised that something like that would take the energy right out of you but he can't help but feel a little happy that you trust him enough to fall asleep next to him. 

"Raise your standards" he thinks to himself.

He parks the truck in the Abbott's driveway, half surprised that the lights are still on. He opens your door, unfastens your seatbelt and carries you bridal style to the front door. He shifts you a little so he can knock. 

Cecilia opens the door, confusion and surprise etched on her face as she takes in the scene. 

"Do you mind if I --?" He asks, almost pushing himself in. You're not too heavy for him but you are slipping and he needs to put you down. He drops you off on the couch.

"Is she okay? What happens?"

"She's okay. She fell asleep in the car" he says, removing his hat from his head and holding it in his hand instead.

"What are you doing here?" Rhett asks, walking in like he wanted nothing more than to cave his head in.

"Dropping y/n off"

"Why?"

"Bad date"

"And why did she call you? It ain't your job to look after her"

"Maybe she wouldn't have had to if you answered your damn phone. Because I can guarantee she wouldn't have called us as a first choice." He whisper-shouted

"Alright, that's enough. Thank you, Luke. That was very nice of you." Cecilia rubbed his arm a little as she tried to diffuse the situation. Luke took his leave and put the hat back on his head on the front porch.

You were not so sure how you got in your bed. But when you got out you were still wearing yesterday's date clothes. You took them off and jumped in the shower, and when you're back, Cecilia was waiting on your bed. 

She wasn't your mom, or even a relative, really. Technically you were only Perry's family, as Rebecca's little sister. You lived with them before she went missing but the Abbotts had gracefully allowed you to stay with Amy and Perry. 

"Luke Tillerson brought you home last night" she stated and you wondered how much he had told her.

"Yeah, I tried calling the boys but I got no answer."

"You could have called Royal. Or me"

"I know… I just --" 

You didn't really know how to tell her that you are already far too indebted to them to call them to save you whenever you need saved. 

"Are you okay?"

"I don't really want to talk about it, if that's okay?" 

She nodded and stood up to leave.

"I made you pancakes" 

You smiled a thank you smile, and got dressed. 

The pancakes were good but you could have done without the deafening silence of everyone around the table. You didn't know what they're thinking and it stressed you out. In the end, you didn't even finish your plate, you just stood up

"I'm going for a walk," you said and left before anyone could stop you.

You ended up walking to the Tillerson house with the intention to thank Luke for the previous day. The cleaner said he wasn't in the house so you roamed around for a bit before finding him in front of the garage they kept the quads in. He was on his quad, scrolling through something on his phone.

You coughed.

"I just wanted to say thank you." You said when he looked up. Maybe it was the light, or just the fact that you were alone with him for the first time ever, but he just looked so handsome. Something brewed in your tummy and you could have sworn it fluttered when he smiled. 

"It's alright. I wasn't going to leave you stranded like that" he said.

Of course. "Stupid girl, what were you hoping for anyway?" You thought, because for a brief second you wanted him to have saved you for the same reasons princes save princesses in fairy tales.

You stayed silent for a minute

"Do you want to have a go on the quad?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Oh, no thanks" you replied

"Scared?" He chuckled

"Yeah. Too loud, too fast. They're dangerous"

"You can wear a helmet if you want, I'll go slow."

"I'm alright. I wouldn't mind you wearing a helmet though." You didn't know where you got the bravery to say it, but you didn't regret it when he smiled a shy little smile

"Why's that?"

"I like your face, you should keep it safe" 

He blushed.

"Billy! Can you get me my helmet?" He shouts at the barn behind him. Billy replied something but it's muffed and you don't hear.

"'Cuz I like my face, I'd like to keep it safe" He shouted, echoing your words. You share a smile and look at each other. 

"Look, I get it if you're not ready after yesterday. But I would like to take you out to dinner"

[escapismkidnappedme]

You're back at your parents house.

You left in January to start school again. The semester's over. You're different now.

You still remember the panic attacks, the fears that visited your mind like unwanted neighbors at your doorstep. Neighbors at least rang the doorbell, and didn't come in unless invited.

For the first week you were back, you stayed downstairs. You would stay up in the kitchen because it felt safer than ever entering a bedroom at night again. You stayed up with the moon, begging the sun to return. You needed proof that you lasted another day.

Your mom caught you on her way to teach. The first night, she thought you were suddenly an early bird. How many days did it take her to finally realize you preferred sleeping at the kitchen table? How many mornings did you wake to the sound of your dad making breakfast, and a blanket around your shoulder? If you weren't already going to get back pain in your thirties, you certainly were now.

You remember the first night you slept in a bed after your breakup. It had been two months of sleeping on chairs in the living room. Instead of comfort, a bed brought back how unsafe you felt around them.

You remember when Matthew Perry died. Friends was a comfort show of yours, a reminder that your work, no matter what it was, would outlive you. Even if it meant nothing to humanity as a whole. You remember the news reports, everyone trying to guess what happened while you sat there mourning a man who had died.

Remember that one date? What was his name? He seemed nice. In another universe, you would have met him when you were healed and you two would have a life together. He didn't deserve to deal with your sadness over a shared rum and coke.

Even your drink of choice has changed. You used to do shots, used to drink with mixers, you used to party like tomorrow was an option, not an inevitability. Anything to keep yourself from that apartment, I suppose. You drank like a fish, now everything is calculated. You tell doctors "I have a glass of wine every month or so," and it's actually the truth. You drink wine now. Not the expensive wine that leaves a dry taste in your mouth that your friend swears is what makes it worth the price, but a cheap merlot or semi-sweet blueberry wine that pairs well with a dessert.

You eat dessert now. You still struggle with food, somehow you're never eating the right amount. Either you eat too much in a day and feel sick or you don't eat enough and have a headache, but you're learning a balance.

You run now. You always ran, but now you run because it helps you feel right. You started when you got back home. You can run a mile in ten minutes. You were never able to do that before. And you enjoy it, too.

You still have the occasional panic attack. You still have nights where sleeping in a bedroom is the worst option. You still wait for the sun as proof that you lived to fight another day, maybe you always will have little actions that hint at your scars.

But you'll still have people to put a blanket over your shoulder, you'll still have people asking you what you want for breakfast, even if you look like sleep is a better option than food. You'll still be supported. Even if they don't know what happened or why you act the way you do, they'll still love you, and do whatever they can to support you.

You've changed. The cuts on your heart have scarred over and healed. You're stronger for it. Wiser for it. And above it all, you're still loved by those who care about you.

[harryandk]

zayn: please kels.. please, just one more chance. i’m begging you, let me prove myself to you. you are that person.. you’re the only person. i love you, let me show you *he cups your cheeks, kissing you softly*

me: *i walk out for some air, seeing him kiss you and running over, drunk* get off her! *pulls him back, breathing heavy*

*pulls back from him quickly, i look at you nervously* harry..

zayn: *he looks at you with his brow furrowed* what the fuck man?! mind your business

perrie: *she sees and runs over* harry.. i know you’re being a good friend to kelsey.. it’s sweet but come on. let them talk yea? *she gives you a look* come on *she tries to pull you away by your arm*

[bohemian-barbie]

Thinking of You

A/N: I’m sorry guys I was really in my feels for this one😂 but it’s been so long since I wrote for steve. Based on the song by Katy perry

Your heart shattered. What was worse? That you found out just like everyone else. Not a single person from the SSR bothered to tell you that Steve-your Steve- selflessly sacrificed his life to save millions by crashing the plane in the ice. You threw the newspaper down and proceeded to mourn the life you’d imagined; the life you’d no longer get to spend with him.

“You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know. Cause when I’m with him I am, thinking of you”

Your parents hollered at you to move on. That all of this needed to stop because you were young and it wasn’t worth throwing your whole life away on a man that’s never coming back. And you tried, you did.

You tried paying attention, honestly. You were trying to give this poor guy that your best friend Diana had set you up with a fighting chance but it had only been seven months since you lost Steve. You couldn’t help but feel like you were betraying Steve and you couldn’t help but wish that it was Steves’ eyes you were looking into.

You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter. Like a hard candy with a surprise center.

You couldn’t help being brought back to a memory of Steve taking you to Coney Island. It was the 4th of July and you couldn’t have felt more special that he wanted to spend it with you. You played games and shared cotton candy. You remembered it was blue because of the way the gleam from the sun bounced off the sugar crystals making them sparkle like diamonds and the way Steve laughed when you stuck your tongue out at him for teasing you and it was bright blue.

Your heart ached.

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth (I taste your mouth), oh He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself

Another date, tried and failed. This one however was significantly worse. He walked you to your door and pulled you into a kiss. It was rough and forceful. You cried and ran inside. You remembered how Steve use to always kiss you. It was soft and gentle and made you feel loved. You sat, Unable to help feeling like you’ve just betrayed Steve.

And yes, I do regret How I could let myself let you go Now, now the lesson's learned I touched it, I was burned Oh, I think you should know

After the stark expo when he excitedly came out of the recruitment office your heart sank. You both argued the entire walk home. You begged him not to go but Steve being as stubborn as he is wouldn’t change his mind. He promised he would write and that he’d make it home to you. You kick yourself everyday for not trying harder.

Looking into your eyes, Looking into your eyes Oh, won't you walk through And bust in the door and take me away Oh, no more mistakes Cause in your eyes, I'd like to stay, stay

It had been seventy years since you’ve seen Steve. Looking up at him from your hospital bed now, you couldn’t believe it. He was bigger sure, but that sweet face still stayed the same. He sat in the chair next to the bed and grasped your hand in his. Carefully kissing the back of them. His smile was sad “I told you I’d come home to you”. Your smile was weak feeling yourself getting more tired “you’re late” he nodded “I know, I’m sorry sweetheart”. “At least you’re here now Stevie”. You finally closed your eyes, letting the peaceful darkness consume you. Steve cried and gently kissed your forehead. Knowing now that it was his turn to wait for you to come back for him one day.

[bluewinnerangel]

Thought I'd do this myself as well. I might. Do it multiple times and ignore all the unfinished song analyses in the drafts as always you know what's up because this is SO FUN! Basically, this is spin the wheel but with songs, and I'm just gonna ramble about whatever song I get...

OKAY STOLE MY HEART OKAY.

Lemme just put it on

hehehehehe

This song was just like.. hey.. hey remember that one performance?

Also.. can you watch that video without cringing because I can't iiiiiieeeeee I just watched it and I crumbled up into a little squeakly ball iiieee look at them oohhh pls why why just. WHY.

They're so cute at the end tho look at theeemmm

Producers be like "Oh you know what? That Rihanna song that's just a massive hit that these guys performed, that worked, yep, yep yepyepyep let's just make something like that for the album yep that'll work let's go." - aka the birth of Stole My Heart. Because it's basically the same song.

But really though, these songs are so damn similar even if you think the similarities with Only Girl (In The World) specifically aren't so much on purpose, it's still very clear early 1D's purpose was to get those poppy hits in the likes of stuff that was in the charts at the time such as Rihanna, Kelly Clarkson, and Katy Perry to name a few.

Between Stole My Heart and Everything About You I don't know which one is the strongest "Rihanna amirite" contender, with Everything About You more closely resembling S&M (harry still being a fan 11 years later yeee) and Don't Stop The Music.

Back to the song in question, I think the change in the lyrics of Only Girl (In The World) during their X-Factor performance demonstrate exactly what Stole My Heart set out to do (and most songs on the album for that matter... and well, actually, One Direction as a whole really): making the teenage girl fan feel like they're that one special girl these guys could have their eyes on. The way Liam sings "I want you to love my like I'm the hot guy" followed by them together singing the chorus with the altered point of view lyrics: "I'm gonna make you feel like you're the only girl in the world, like you're the only one that I'll ever love, like I'm the only one that knows your heart, only girl in the world"

So then take that to Stole My Heart, and you see the same thing. It's just 5 heartthrobs telling target demographicgirl she's special and they want her.

But the funny thing is we can just place it next to the Rihanna song they totally didn't rip off and it continues to just kinda... match up:

Stole My Heart // Only Girl (In The World)

[Verse 1: Liam]

The light shines, it's getting hot on my shoulders // I want you to love me Like I'm a hot ride

It's getting hot on his shoulders, is he the hot ride? salkdjalks

I don't mind, this time it doesn't matter // Be thinking of me, doing what you like

'Cause your friends, they look good but you look better // So, boy, forget about the world

Don't you know all night // 'Cause it's gon' be me and you tonight

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come around, 'round, 'round // I wanna make you beg for it Then imma make you swallow your pride

Also let's take a second to laugh at this over at Genius:

[Chorus: Harry]

Under the lights tonight, you turned around and you stole my heart, with just one look // Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world

When I saw your face, I fell in love // Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love

Took a minute girl, to steal my heart tonight // Like I'm the only one who knows your heart, only girl in the world

With just one look, yeah // Like I'm the only one that's in command

Been waiting for a girl like you // 'Cause I'm the only one who understands How to make you feel like a man, yeah

...looking at this and it's not even worth it to really actually go into it.. I mean. It's just a simple pop song vs another simple pop song and it did what it set out to do and that's.. it. What else is there to say except Harry has the chorus, Liam the verses, Zayn the bridge, wheRE THE FUCK ARE NIALL AND LOUIS??

WHERE THE F-

Louis' voice would've made so much more sense on this right? why did they? make harry? hit the high notes? by himself? when? louis? is? right???? there?????

Okay I'm just gonna tag @swimmingleo and @laurelier and whoever else wants to to join @thestylinsons @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk (is this tagging secretly an attempt to get you to do another one maybe maybe not) and myself in this lil game. Rules I guess:

Pick the one of the options:

only UAN + TMH wheel

All 1D songs wheel

All of 1D + Harry + Louis wheel

And write something about the song it gives you! A full lyric breakdown, just your opinion or really anything, whatever that song sparks you to write!

[cloudy-leonhart]

DID I SEE YOU WANT ANGST REQUESTS???

i gotchu mamacita🙊🙊

Alrighty so;

After an expedition, Levi’s (crush or s/o, whichever you want) was reported missing. Of course, he felt so useless that he wasn’t near you so he can make sure you get back to the walls safely. He did care about deeply, more than anyone else he was close with, it was like he knew you two were soulmates ya’know? Levi sent out many MANY soldiers, and Erwin wasn’t going to stop him. He knew why Levi was doing this. But what he didn’t know, was that Levi’s heart was slowly tearing into many, dozens of pieces. Many soldiers wanted to go back to the walls, since they have families. Levi didn’t care and tells them to keep searching. They would not return until they found his (crush / s/o). on the third day. They have finally found you. Levi was shocked, yet happy they’ve found you. They took you back to the wall. You had to be taken to the infirmary. But little did Levi know. You died two days earlier. When Levi found out. His heart was completely teared. Levi was different, and he would never be the same.. he cared about you, he loved you.. now you’re gone.

I SUCK AT PLOTS, BUT HOPEFULLY YOU’LL TAKE THIS😭👩🏼‍⚖️/ anyways have a good day/night. Take care of yourself mwah

oh and;

happy hange :D

Levi’s just; 🧍🏻

Holy- well- break my heart why don’t you :D I’m going to edit around the plot a bit, instead of waiting, let’s just say they couldn’t find Reader’s body just yet, and I will also make this a harder pill to swallow with.. unrequited love.

---

We Never Stood A Chance. (Levi x Reader ft. Erwin)

Summary: Levi felt so stupid for leaving you behind, he thought you were with him, he thought he could’ve saved you, he thought that maybe he’ll be able to keep you away from the horrid creatures of the world you were both born in, but you guys never stood a chance.

Pairings: Levi x Reader, A SMUDGE of Erwin x Reader.

Female Reader.

Recommended Song: The One That Got Away. - Katy Perry.

Theme: Angst, Canonverse.

TW: Death, injuries, blood, swearing, fighting, aggressive behaviour. 

“Damn it!” Levi kicked his desk, making a prominent dent into the oak wood. He took deep breaths, anger running through his veins. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!!” He repeated over and over again, punching the stone wall of his office, almost being able to make a crack into it.

He should’ve checked if you were there before going back to the walls, god knows what happened to you while they left you there, he felt a shiver creep his back, as he clicked his tongue, pacing his room out of anger and worry.

A bang from his door was heard as his gaze quickly focused themselves to the noise, hoping, begging, it was you who stood in the doorframe. He doesn’t care if you were dirty, just you. It has to be. Instead, he made contact with Erwin’s angered expression, the blonde’s jaw was clenched, as he took big strides getting closer to Levi’s unresting figure. 

Erwin’s hands balled up the fabric of Levi’s shirt, the blonde looking like he had steam coming from out his ears, “You lost her?!” Levi grunted pulling away from Erwin’s touch, angry. 

“Get your dirty hands off of me,” He spat at Erwin’s face, glaring straight at the blonde’s blue orbs, an unexplainable anger burning in Levi’s eyes. Erwin was angered, he couldn’t control himself and had punched Levi straight in the face, the black-haired captain grunting and falling back against his desk.

The room stayed quiet for a few moments, their heavy breaths and the droplets of blood into a puddle were the only sounds they could hear. “I’m not going to deny that I lost her during the retreat, but soldiers are already out there searching for her.”

Levi grumbled, pulling his cravat from out of his neck, he clicked his tongue, seeing the trail of blood stains, and deciding to use it to wipe the blood away from his face, which was scowled in disgust.

“And don’t care for her now, you didn’t care then, that’s why she chose me.” Erwin shut his eyes in denial as he started to walk away. “The survey corps-” Levi stopped him from answering any further. “The survey corps is more important than personal affairs. I get it.” Levi looked straight at Erwin’s retreating figure.

“How dumb do you have to be, choosing the same option twice, first, Marie. Then, Reader.” Levi took a jab at Erwin, the blonde’s fist tightened, stopping him from beating the life out of the captain. “You don’t get it.” He couldn’t make up a defence against Levi, knowing that he did feel dumb, choosing the same thing rather than being selfish.

“I do get it, being stubborn is going to get you killed. Reader loved you too, you know,” Levi threw the cravat on his desk as he sucked in a breath, his nose aching in pain. “If I hadn’t been there, she would’ve probably died in your arms.” He spat out every insult in his mind, slowly breaking down Erwin’s lies. 

Erwin opened his mouth, his throat running dry, not being able to respond to Levi’s words, knowing it’s true. Before he could ever say anything, a soldier had barged in, a bit shocked at the heavy tension the soldier was faced with. 

“Captain Reader, she’s been found-” A heavy push has stopped the soldier from talking, Erwin watched as Levi left with haste.

---

Running into the hall, Levi didn’t have anything on his mind besides you, he wants to know if you’re okay, if you were breathing, if you were alive. He made turns around the headquarters, his chest heaved up and down, signalling his erratic breath.

He stopped in front of the infirmary’s curtains. He regained his breath, his hand took hold of the rough fabric of the curtain and pushed it aside, seeing the busy nurses running around like crazy. Various doctors and nurses worked on different, injured cadets. Their uniforms covered in blood stains, the nurses no longer knew who’s blood on their uniform was who’s.

Levi paid no attention to the crowd of nurses and doctors and peeked on their patients, some he knew, some he didn’t. He was just looking for you, for your face. He didn’t care whether he’d be dirtied with the messes in the infirmary.

He looked and looked, went through the same rows over and over, making sure he didn’t miss a single cadets, he thought you were here, was the cadet lying to him? you were not in any of the infirmary beds.

He internally panicked as he went to leave the room, the stench of blood reaching his nose, when a hand came to hold his shoulder, he froze and turned around, making eye contact with a doctor, the man had a grim expression, which made Levi’s stomach curl. 

“Mr. Ackerman. Follow me.” His voice laid low, his eyes flickering from the ground to his face, he felt compelled to follow, but did so either way. They passed the injured cadets, walking to another part of the infirmary, it was way more noisy compared to the area where nurses and doctors were working.]

The doctor came in, his hand making a ‘come here’ motion to him, the doctor’s figure disappearing into the room, Levi felt a shiver run down his spine, he took hold of the curtain and entered, being faced with crying families, and deceased cadets. 

Levi stopped, taking a step back. He looked around, a tight feeling starting to surface in his body, he stitched the loud cries easily to people around him, he shook his head, wanting to retreat back into his office when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Mr. Ackerman.” The same doctor called out, Levi’s head whipped around, a perplexed look on his face.

His steel blue eyes looked for a motive on why he was being brought here, he looked into the doctors eyes, searching for clues on reading this man’s purpose.

The doctor no longer waited for a response, dragging Levi by the upper arm, the black-haired captain still baffled, confused and getting a little claustrophobic. The doctor stopped at a certain closed curtained spot way in the back of the infirmary. He looked at Levi and gave him a pat on the shoulder, before leaving.

Levi was still confused, what does the doctor want to show him? His hands pulled at the curtain, entering and closing the curtain, so that whatever this is, nobody could see. He could see a body outline on the sheet of the bed, a throbbing pain started to pound in his chest, walking up to the body.

He ignored the throbbing pain, taking hold of the sheet by the corner, with each second he used to uncover this dead body, the pain worsened, as if it’s telling him not to, or he’s going to regret it. Levi grunted and pulled the cover away.

His breath was caught on his throat, it was you. The one person he came to the infirmary for. He could feel his chest pounding extremely hard, as if someone had shot him in the chest, or stabbed a knife in his back, he held the dusty night table as a support, feeling his legs start to go jelly-like. His eyes were widened.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, it wasn’t you, it couldn’t be, he wouldn’t forgive himself if it’s you. He could never live with himself happily, he promised he’d protect you. His eyes widened for a few moments before it relaxed, not finding the energy to cry, scream, even to be angry.

Another person had entered the area, and from the expensive cologne, he could tell it was Erwin. Levi didn’t bother acknowledging him as he sat on the edge of the bed, caressing your pale skin, his thumb ran across the dry lips, blood decorated your used-to-be rosy lips, he sighed, it was probably painful when you died, painful and lonely. 

“Levi..” Erwin called out softly, standing by him, both of them silently mourning over your dead body, Erwin’s hand tightened around Levi’s shoulder silently, he felt his eyes stinging, as he pushed aside the quarrel they both had in Levi’s office. 

“She was strong you know,” Levi mumbled, his eyes grazing over your pale and discoloured body, your hair looked faded and grey, no longer shining, “if I had to pick someone, who’d survive being left outside the walls, I would’ve picked her.” a small pathetic chuckle left after Levi’s sentence. “But, I guess I was wrong, seeing as she didn’t even last a few hours.” Levi pulled the bloodied stray hair from out of your face.

You looked peaceful at least, he knows it was painful. He hopes that you didn’t endure it long, you didn’t suffer, he hopes. Levi and Erwin mourned together, but their words stayed in their hearts, they both silently grieved, both scared of forgetting you. 

---

“Levi!” You jumped up and down, waving your hand like a maniac, a field surrounded you both, you ran towards the man you truly loved, and still do love. You jumped in his arms as his caught you, spinning around lightly. “What’s got you so happy this morning?” He asked, pulling you close, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You laughed as your hands connected around his neck, your warm hands making shiver a bit. “Nothing, just you. That reminds me, let’s go on our picnic now, yeah?” You pulled away from him, walking down the hill, making sure you don’t tumble down and ruin your sundress, it would be a shame to go to a picnic in dirty clothing.

You both spent most of the morning laughing and telling stories to each other, the sun was beautiful as it started to set into the afternoon. Yours and Levi’s laughter had died down softly as you held the cup of juice in your hand, you looked over to Levi who you think was enjoying the view. 

“This is the longest you’ve ever slept, Levi.” You stated, swirling your cup of juice around. He hummed, looking over the field, scattered around you, daises and other types of flowers decorated the lush grass. “You picked the field again. Why not the corps headquarters?” You asked, Levi turned to you, making eye contact with you. Your eyes held curiosity for him.

“I guess, because that’s where I last saw you?” He more so sounded like he questioned rather than he stated. You smiled. “Levi,” You sat closer to him, face-to-face. “Don’t say it, please.” He softly begged, looking down. You grab hold of his chin, making him look at you, you made contact with the mechanical blue eyes you fell in love with.

“I can’t stay forever. Levi, you did your best.” Levi pulled away from your hand, “No, no I didn’t, I couldn’t do it. I promised and I broke it-” You sighed and took hold of his shoulders. “Levi, enough! You fulfilled your promise, you did do it, and you did one hell of a job at it. I’m so proud of you for doing so, Levi.” You held onto him as he clutched your dress in his palms, his teeth gritted, trying to accept that he did an amazing job protecting you.

“It’s okay, Levi. It’s okay, you can let go.” You comforted him, pulling him into you. He nuzzled his head into your neck, as he let out a sigh, trying to remember how you smelled. You were fading away from him, he wasn’t ready to let go.

The beautiful scenery started to grey, the world he tried so hard to envision living with you started to fade. “You’re waking up, Levi.” You mumbled, still holding him in your arms. “Please don’t go, I never begged in my life but I’m begging you to stay.” He held you closer and tighter as you smiled. “I’m never gone Lee..You can’t see me but I’ll always be with you,” You pulled him arms away, “It’s okay, it’s time to let go.” 

“Wait!-” Levi sat up abruptly, a cold sweat coating his body. His chest felt tight, his hand running through his hair as he tried to remember his dream, each time he dreamt of you, it was more real than the last one. 

He could feel something went coming down his face, his hand wiped at his cheek, a clear liquid on his hand, he was crying. He felt shocked, before he started to chuckle silently, you’re still affecting him even when you’re gone.

He pulled his covers out, he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to bed, and so like he always does, he went to make himself tea. He came back with two teacups, he walked towards the table in your former shared room with Levi. He placed the teacups facing each other. 

“You loved drinking my tea during this time, I hope you can still enjoy it, Reader.” Levi said, taking a sip of his tea as looked out the window, watching the sky turn into a midnight blue to a beautiful yellow.