#jack perry smut

[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.”

[daddyhausen]

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「 SUMMARY 」 — jack finds himself in a precarious position after an argument

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ],  pegging fdom, msub, brat taming brat!jack, hair pulling, hatefucking [ after argument ] degradation anal sex, sex toys, anal penetration, male orgasm, handjob

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 557

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x jack perry

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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“that’s it pretty boy take every inch”

the word ringing sinful through jack’s ears as you filled him to the brim 

feeling himself stretch around the ribbed dildo was nothing short of exhilarating 

being spurred on by languid thrusts on your part, just ebbing the toy deeper and deeper until the axis’ of your hips collide. grinding skin against skin 

jack was breathless, quiet. 

for this was his punishment for mouthing off to you a mere fifteen minutes prior 

the experience overall new for him, his senses have never been matched with the same stimuli

his body jutting against the soft rhythms movements you provided, back arching slightly to gain further stimulation 

his cock half hard and throbbing, leaking creamy essence that bleeds into the bedsheets. 

manicured nails rake through his tousled curls, tugging slightly to - at the very least- get is his attention 

“you gonna behave?” your voice authoritative, stern, a demand rather than a question 

what parts his lips is a small grunt, nothing that would indicate any actual substance, still its a response nonetheless

“words.” another demand accompanies a rougher thrust, one that makes his stomach whirl and cock pulse with arousal. 

“yes.” he growls, frustrations brewing in his chest as the words cut, seething as they left his mouth. 

“prove it.” 

demands. constant. 

“i’ll do anything fuck-” he grunts through gritted teeth “just let me cum, you fuckin’ bitch-” 

you halt you movements, the tough remains inside his tight hole, clenching around the silicone 

“on you’ll cum alright, on my time. only i have that power” 

your hand reached down to idly thumb a the tip of his cock. 

“now be a good boy and behave” 

you did not give the the privilege to respond only tightening the grip in his hair 

other hand beginning to stroke his cock with rapid motions

pre-cum and lube slicked his shaft, making it easier fo you to toy and play with him

his cock throbs in your palm aggressively 

arousal building quicker than you can register 

a sheen of sweet builds on his skin, making him shimmer with a golden hue under warm lamplight

he cums unexpectedly, coating your knuckles in a gloss of milky white

he shivers, cowers almost into the bedsheets, hips jutting still against the phantoms of your touches 

the toy still very much buried inside him, not that he minded, he rather enjoyed the sensation.

not satisfied, you gripped his aching cock again, thumb running over the sensitive bulb of his tip all fiery an red, swollen with arousal 

“wait-“ he whimpers, still trying to recollect his breath 

“fuck- mmm…” 

“what did i say before? you cum when i say you can”

you increase the movement of your hand pushing him further and further into the realm of overstimulation 

“thought you were gonna behave yourself”

”’m sorry-“ he whines, mouth parting with a guttural moan 

“fuck just let me cum! i’m sorry, i’ll be good” 

your hips snap against his violently, making him take every inch nice and deep

”good.” 

you feel his cock throb in your palm once more just begin for release

”now cum.”

he does and forcefully too, emptying what seemed like buckets of cum to him into your palm

his cock going languid against your fingertips, drooling and dribbling pearlescent strings.

he almost collapses into the bedsheets, a boyish grin gracing his features, a small chuckle follows 

he definitely needs you to do this to him again

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[hangmatts]

‘cause baby i’m a giver

[ nsfw! also on ao3 ]

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[ tags: mommy kink, pegging, bus sex ]

“You’re already done? That was quick.”

“What can I say? I’m that good.”

Matt rolled his eyes, smiling at the answer.

“Why are we stopping right here?”

“Figured we could celebrate.” Jack leaned over to kiss Matt.

“For a 10 minute match?”

“C’monnnn.” Jack said, drawing it out while kissing across Matt’s cheek

“Seriously? Right now when it’s still bright outside?” Matt asked.

“Nobody will see us! I can put the cover on the windshield if you’re that worried.”

“Mhm, and why do you want it right now?”

“Because I just had such a hard match.”

“It was ten minutes!”

“It was still hard!”

Matt sighed, trying to think of an answer.

“Please, Mommy?”

And that’s how Jack gets him. It’s not just the one name he loves being called, only by Jack. But it’s also the look of his big, pleading eyes. Something Matt’s sure Jack picked up from him.

“Fine. Go get my stuff.”

Jack walked over to grab Matt’s bag. He decided to put the windshield cover on while he was up, just in case.

—

Matt sat down on the mattress, unzipping his bag and grabbing the essentials. Jack undid his belt, tossing it aside. He pulled his pants down before shuffling over to Matt when he was all set up.

“I didn’t really think you’d be in the mood for this so I only brought my pink sparkly one.”

“I love all of them.”

“Good answer.” Matt smiled.

Jack leaned in to kiss Matt. He was quickly pulled into a rough makeout. While he was focusing on that, Matt stuck his hand down Jack’s boxers and began to stroke. Jack let out a moan so, Matt slipped his tongue in. He started lightly thrusting into Matt’s hands when Matt decided to pull back.

“C’mon, please?”

“Aw baby, you haven’t had nearly enough work today. It’s not gonna prep itself.” Matt pointed to his strap.

Jack got down low, licking a stripe up the length of the strap. Matt let out a low moan. He moved his hand to gently stroke it and started sucking on the tip. Matt intertwined his fingers within Jack’s hair and threw his head back slightly.

“Fuck, baby. So good.” He moaned.

Matt wasn’t feeling anything but reacting like he did made Jack feel better about his skills. Jack also thought it was super hot.

Jack moved his hand, lowering his mouth to take in all of the strap. He moved his head up and down. Matt’s grip on his hair got tighter.

“God, yes. So good for Mommy.” Matt said.

A couple more moans from Matt and Jack pulled back to catch his breath.

“Ready?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, how do you want-”

Matt couldn’t even finish his sentence when Jack got on all fours in front of him.

“You planned this out, didn’t you?” Matt asked.

“Does it matter?”

—

Matt just hummed in response while pouring lube on his fingers and spreading it around. He pushed a finger in, taking in the sound of Jack’s moan. Matt felt him tense up.

“Hey, baby. Relax. I’m right here.”

Jack took a deep breath. Matt inserted a second finger, curling in the right spot. Jack adjusted his position to have his upper body resting against the mattress.

“You okay, sweetheart? Can you take more?”

“Uh huh, please don’t stop.”

Matt slid in a third finger, savoring the sound of Jack getting louder. Jack closed his eyes to really concentrate on the feeling. A couple minutes went by and he felt prepared.

“Okay, I’m ready. Please?”

“Hm. That doesn’t sound right.”

“Please, Mommy? Please fuck me?”

“There you go. Good boy.” Matt responded, brushing some of Jack’s hair to the side.

“Yeah… good.”

“You want it like this? Or do you wanna flip around so I can see your handsome face?”

Jack whined. He buried his face in the mattress to try and cover up his blush.

“J-just like this.”

With that, Matt slowly pushed his strap inside of Jack. He let Jack adjust and speak up before continuing.

“Feels…s-s-soooo good, Mommy. Fuck.”

“Yeah?” Matt started thrusting in and out of Jack. “You like Mommy’s dick, baby?”

“Fuck- yes, love it so much. Please go faster?”

“Such a good boy for me. Asking so nice.”

Matt picked up the pace to exactly what Jack wanted. Jack tried using the mattress to muffle his sounds which barely worked. Matt brought his hand down to stroke Jack, immediately matching the pace of his own thrusts.

“Gonna… please, can I cum? Please, Mommy?” Jack whined.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for Mommy.”

Jack moaned one last time before spilling across Matt’s hand and onto the sheet.

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Matt pulled out, tossing his items aside. He grabbed some things to clean up Jack and removed the dirty sheets.

“Didn’t… think that through.” Jack pointed.

Matt knew it was the only sheet they had, but he really didn’t care. They could wash it tomorrow or buy new ones.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s all that matters. Who cares about some sheets?”

Matt cleaned off his items, storing them back in his bag and putting it away

He climbed onto the mattress and laid down. He brought out his hand to motion for Jack to come over. Jack immediately climbed in next to him, resting his head on Matt’s chest. Matt ran his fingers through Jack’s hair.

“My sweet baby boy.”

Jack smiled while resting his eyes.

“Get some rest.” Matt kissed the top of his head before pulling a blanket over them.

[bambiblakee]

I can write I swear I just have a brain that hates me at the same time

[thesupreme316]

Had It Coming Part 4!?!?!?!!

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING SO HERE IT IS

Had It Coming Part 4 (Christian Cage x Female Reader/Hook's Sister/Jack Perry's Ex):

Summary: It seems that you and Christian are going strong. But how does that sit with your ex-boyfriend, Jack Perry?

Word Count: 2.3K (Please accept as an apology for being so late)

Supreme Speaks: thank you guys so much for supporting this series and showing it love. it really means a lot to me. okay, I ain't gonna waste your time any longer. Here is the anticipated part four of this series (it has a dark portrayal of Jack, you don't have to read if you're uncomfortable). Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: DARK PORTRAYAL OF JACK (tw: obsessive, stalking, in the denial stage, borderline yandere vibes tbh), suggestive mentions, explicit language, proofread to the best of my abilities

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

It’s been 33 days since he saw you walk away from him with his former mentor and best friend.

And Jack is going crazy.

He legitimately lost it.

Everyone can see it on his face. But they can’t help him…they can only watch as he unravels and continues to ruin his own life. After seeing you run off in the sunset with Christian, Jack became uncharacteristically silent. He wouldn’t even talk to Anna, and when he did, it was screaming and placing blame on her. Anna, who truly wanted to help him, was broken up with before she could even do so. You found that out in the locker room as she was crying to Tay Melo, a sight that was so bittersweet for you to watch.

Jack would walk around the halls, bags under his eyes, genuine stress marrying his facial features, wearing all-black clothes, hair matted, and not utter a single word to anyone. It got so bad that Tony wouldn’t even put him on the screen. He would spend his evenings in the arenas sitting in a corner on top of boxes, just looking over your contact. His thumb would caress your face through the phone screen as his eyes lingered on the contact name “Sunshine.” He tried texting you, asking for you to come back. You never answered. For some reason, he thought changing your name and breaking up with Anna would be enough for you to come back.

It wasn’t.

But even though you didn’t come near him, two people would come near him, offering friendship and shoulders to lean on: Austin and Colton Gunn. They would try their best to get Jack chatting with them as they filled his ears with loud jokes, obnoxious laughter, and weird banter. Although he never cracked a smile, the Gunns were resilient and still provided him with company.

“Hey, Jackie-boy,” Austin said cheerfully, walking up to the sulking wrestler, who would mumble a response. “How ya doing?”

“Man you should have been at the party last night,” Colton said bumping his shoulder. “You could use a night out. There was this insanely cute girl that is exactly your type-” Jack shook his head. Colton looked at his brother before nodding to Jack.

Austin sighed, “Look man, we get it that it’s been a rough month and a half. You lost your best friend, other best friend, title, and girlfriend-“

“I didn’t lose Y/N.” Jack snapped, looking up at the brothers.

Colton and Austin quickly side-eyed each other before Austin continued, “I was talking about Anna…but bro and I mean this respectfully, Y/N left you a while ago.”

“Anna and I were never together. She doesn’t matter to me. Y/N didn’t leave me. We are just going through a rough patch right now.” Jack said while running his fingers through his hair. “It’s not my fault.”

“We’re not saying that it is. We’re just trying to say that maybe there is no future where you and Y/N are together. You need to accept it.”

“No, I’m not going to accept it because it’s not true!” He shouted, startling the Gunns, with Colton hugging Austin in fear. Jack lowered his voice as he continued to talk, “It’s not my fault. It’s not her fault. It’s Christian’s fault.” He whispered to himself. “I didn’t lose my beautiful, innocent, and sweet girlfriend to Christian. That could never happen. He took her from me! Just like how he took my best friend and credit for my career. He just takes everything from me.”

Colton said taking a step forward, “Jack-“

Jack stood up from the boxes, looking into Colton’s eyes with anger, determination, and bitterness, “He filled her head with these images that I’m not the one for her. That he’s better than me. He basically kidnapped her, come to think about it. Yeah…he kidnapped my precious Y/N and started feeding these lies to her. And to make matters worse, Anna came back into the picture and distracted me from realizing it. That’s what happened.” He poked Colton’s chest as he finished his statement, “And I fully intend to get her back.” He swiftly walked away from the brothers as they stared in disbelief.

Austin looked up at Colton, “He is not okay. Where do you think he’s going?”

“It’s 9:00, he's off to do his favorite activity.”

That consisted of Jack watching you from afar when you were by yourself or with your girlfriends; curious if you missed him, if you cried over him, if you were dying to run back to him for safety, comfort, and love.

The answer was no. None of the above.

But the second he saw you with Christian, his stomach would turn and he would run away, not wanting to see the bitter and disgusting man with the love of his life. Jack is miserable, but you? Oh girl, you are thriving right now.

It seemed the longer you and Christian dated, the bigger the smile on your face would get. As Christian stated, if you wanted something, all you had to do was ask. And he has continued to keep that promise. Nowadays, all you have to do is look at him as it seems that he can read your mind. The newest Louboutin heels? He bought them in 5 different colors. You feeling stressed and want to escape? He booked a yacht. You want to ride something while on the yacht? He’s already underneath you, allowing you to take control.

He was a gentleman to you; dropping everything just to assist you, even for a second. You didn’t have to worry about doing a single thing. As long as Christian is beside you, you are sure to be treated like the Princess you are. Hell, he even changed your stance in wrestling. As you were no longer bound by Jack, you took the necessary steps to reconcile with your brother, Tyler (Hook).

As Christian filled your life with love, positivity, and care, you realized that the FTW championship wasn’t something you wanted. So after a couple of defenses, you relinquished it, crowned Tyler the official champion, and started to manage Christian full-time.

But this wasn’t a parasitic relationship where you got all the benefits. Oh no. Christian loved being around you. It just felt right having you near him, with a hand lingering around your waist. Not only did you feed every single one of his sexual and physical needs, you also met and exceeded his emotional needs. You made him feel heard and seen. You see him in a different light than everyone else. He is letting his humane side be seen more now that you are always with him. Because to you, he is more than your lover, he is your protector and motivation.

He is also a great man of taste…

“Willow, he is so sweet! Just yesterday, he drove 45 minutes to sleep beside me because I couldn’t fall asleep. And then, he brought a chef to cook my favorite breakfast!” You yelled out to your best friend while getting dressed for Dynamite.

“That’s great Y/N, I’m so happy to see you smiling again. I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.” Willow said with a grin on her face. To everyone, your relationship with Christian was no more than a typical “sugar baby” transaction. But it was nothing like that, and Willow saw that.

You stepped out in your new dress that complimented your skin tone beautifully. “I know, he truly makes me happy.” As you were about to speak again, there was a knock at the door. You squealed, running to open it and seeing a medium-sized bouquet of white roses. You thanked the man before closing the door. “He always sends me flowers every Wednesday.” You said as you put the vase down. Willow got up and examined them. “But he never gets me white; they’re either red, pink, or orange.”

“Maybe he’s full of surprises,” Willow said as she got closer to the vase. There was another knock at the door, you went to answer it as Willow started to speak again. “Y/N, there is-“ She was cut off by your sequel again. She looked back at you to see you give Christian a soft kiss.

“Hi Princess, how are you?” Christian said hugging you with one arm, the other was behind his back. He twirled you around, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you, baby.” You said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Christian greeted Willow while still trying to hide his arm behind his back. “What are you hiding?”

“Well, it is Wednesday and you know I give you flowers-“

You smiled as you cut him off, “Baby, I already got the flowers you sent me. They are beautiful.”

Christian’s face screwed up in confusion, “What are you talking about?” He moved his arm from behind his back to reveal a much larger bouquet of red roses. “The flowers I got you are right here, I wanted to personally deliver them myself today.”

The color drained from your face as you took your boyfriend’s flowers and looked behind you. Willow held the roses in one hand and a paper in the other, as she read the note, the color drained from her face as well. “You need to read this.” She gave you the note. It would have been a very sweet and flattering one….if it was sent from your boyfriend. 


Your laughter, a melody, a joyful song, In my embrace, is where you belong. Each moment with you, a cherished delight, You're my sunshine, my morning light. Love J

Your heart started racing as Christian ripped the note, took the flowers from Willow, and them in the trash. “He’s a piece of shit. That bastard.” He looked at you, who was in shock and disgust. He hugged you tightly, avoiding the roses he got you. “He just needs to leave you alone.”

“Yeah, I’m going to make sure of it.” You said before gently placing the red roses down on the table, taking over from where those distracting and bitter white roses once were.


“No, you will not. You let me handle it, I don’t him anywhere near you. He put you through shit before and I’m not letting that happen.” Christian said getting angrier by the minute, obviously not at you. “I’m going to get Luchasuarus to accompany you tonight. My woman will not go anywhere near him.” He said sternly.

Did you listen? No. Of course not. You left way before Luchasaurus got to your locker room door.

Your heels clicked along the halls as you were trying to find your ex-boyfriend. Anger was pounding through your blood as you carefully looked for him. You were about to turn to go down another hallway until you saw his matted hair in a bun. You stormed towards him, calling out his name. Jack turned around and immediately lit up at your figure getting closer, even though your facial expression was anything but happy.

"Y/N-"

You cut him off by sharply slapping him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" You angrily asked him, not giving him a moment to register anything.

"Sunshine-" He sweetly started to say

"How dare you send me flowers and address me like that? We are not together. That was clear when you cheated on me with Anna"

Jack's face became angry as he spat out, "Don't talk like that. Anna means nothing to me. You love me and I love you. That backstabbing, lunatic, bastard is messing with your mind. Sunshine, just come back with me. Stop this little game of yours, you're letting him get the best of you."

"Jack, stop. I am with Christian; he treats me with love and respect. He actually cares about me and my feelings and treats me like royalty. Much better than the low-down and disgusting ways that you have shown. The only lunatic around here is you. You don't care about me."

"Don't say that!" He yelled, grabbing your arm harshly, "I love you Y/N! He's not the one! I am! Just come back with me and everything will be fine!"

You were struggling to pull your arm away from the man you once loved. Then a voice shouted down the hall, making Jack take his hand off of you. You turned around to find your boyfriend and your supposed bodyguard. Christian gently placed you behind him. "I'll talk to you later about this." He quietly said to you before turning his attention to Jack. "Listen, you have one more time to pull some shit like this-"

"Shut up! This is between me and my girlfriend-"

"MY girlfriend, MY woman, your ex. You have no reason to talk to her anymore. I'll be damned if you try to come between us or weasel your way back into her life." Christian stepped closer to Jack, looking down at him. "Leave her the fuck alone, little boy. Or the next main event for you will be your funeral."

Jack rolled his eyes as Christian grabbed your hand and kissed it before leading you and Luchasaurus down the hallway, away from your ex. You quickly looked back with bitterness and a glare as you turned the corner. But to Jack, that was a look of hope and desperation.

Desperation to get away from Christian, the man who drove you two apart. But also he could have sworn that your eyes were delivering him a message, a message of love and secrecy that was directly for him. "I'm going to save you from this Y/N. You don't have to pretend to have feelings for him much longer. I see your plan, and I understand it. It's genius. As those white roses signify, it will be a new beginning for us. And then, when it's all said and done, Christian will finally see who the real man is."

And according to Jack,

Christian had it coming…

And he only had himself to blame.

[hooksprinc3ss]

We need a celebratory fanfiction. I tried writing before. Not on here. It went horribly wrong. Since this seemingly is going to be an ongoing story in AEW as well. The female could be Punk sister,cousin, bestie, daughter, something like that. Not particular on the details. Just very smutty with somehow Punk finding out Jack has been fucking her since ALL IN.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

yayyyy!!! glad to hear the request are still open🥰 could i please request a jungle boy drabble/oneshot with the smut prompts - 25. “How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.”, 147. “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” and 81. “Dammit, we made a mess.”? (any combo will work if you dont wish to use all three😌)

ive been very weak lately with the thought of jack and soft overstimulation 🫠

Prompts-

25: “How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.”

147: “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

81: “Dammit, we made a mess.

"Fuck, Jack!" You came hard, hand yanking on his hair roughly as you came once again. You weren't sure how long he'd been between your legs, your hand in his hair the only thing keeping you aware of your surroundings. His previous words echoing in your head.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

You did your best to yank Jakes head out from between your legs, desperate for the overstimulation to stop, even for just a second. Jakes face was covered in your juices and he licked his lips with a smile.

"Your taste so fucking good. How many rounds was that? Four? God, we’re about to break our own record.” You were quick to shake your head at his words.

"Can't, I can't..." Jack coed slightly, rubbing your face gently.

"But look baby, we made such a mess." You glanced down, face turning a deep red at the large wet stain on your sheet. "Might as well make the most of having dirty sheets."

[withwritersblock]

Birthday

~Birthday by Katy Perry~

Author's Note: Requested sorta Summary: Y/N celebrates her birthday with Luke Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 2,453

“Are you sure it’s okay that I am spending my birthday at the lake house?” she asked him as she shifted her gaze towards him. He glanced towards her, away from the road for a brief second. A soft smile formed to his lips as he reached his hand over, interlocking their fingers.

“It was my idea, remember?” he expressed, a small chuckle fell from his lips. She dropped her head, a smirk formed to her lips. “I’m sorry your friends couldn’t make it,” he mumbled out, squeezing her hand. 

Her smirk faltered as she tilted her head to the side, looking towards Luke. He had his baseball hat on backwards as his frame was covered in a simple black t-shirt, with a pair of dark wash jeans. It was an outfit that he wore constantly. 

“It’s okay! Not everyone can afford plane tickets. I got my boy, that’s all that matters,” she said. Despite the words leaving her lips, she was sad. It was her twenty-first birthday and all she wanted to do was get drunk with her friends. Sure, she’s spent many years in college already doing that but doing it legally was definitely different. 

“Yes you do,” he mumbled as he pulled their interlocked hands towards his face. He pressed his lips against the back of her hand. “And I will absolutely make sure it will be great weekend,” he let out before he kissed her hand one more time. 

He had the whole weekend planned out. Her friends had asked him if he would help them with the surprise. They had lied about not being able to come to Michigan to celebrate. 

Today was Thursday and her friends were coming in Friday night. Her birthday was actually Saturday so it would be perfect for the whole plan to have them come into the house while Luke took Y/N out to dinner at a very fancy restaurant. She loves putting on floor length gown and going to fancy places. Since Luke would never say no to a gourmet meal or any meal for that matter.

He gave them a spare key to the lake house and they were planning on setting up an extravagant birthday celebration. 

“Thank you, my love,” she mumbled as she watched him turn down the street towards the Hughes lake house. 

Jack and Quinn were also showing up to help supervise the girls. And to also maybe flirt with her friends. But Luke spent multiple text messages saying things along the line of Don’t you think about sleeping with any of my girlfriend’s friends. Which the boys were never actually going to follow through with it but they loved messing with Luke.

“Hopefully the lake is not freezing,” Luke mumbled as he pulled into his parking spot. He threw the car into park as he quickly shifted his whole body towards her. She giggled as she slowly unbuckled her seatbelt. He excitedly smacked his hands onto her thigh. She giggled again as she met his gaze. 

“It’s going to be a great weekend,” he promised as he leaned towards her. He delicately took a hold of her chin. She nodded as a small pout fell onto her lips. He leaned closer to her, “Oh stop,” he mumbled before he leaned towards kissing her delicately. 

He pulled away, his hand still holding her chin in place. He watched her lips fall into a pout once more. He smiled softly, “What’s with this?” he asked, running his thumb across her bottom lip. 

“You stopped kissing me,” she said as she leaned towards him kissing him. He pulled away reluctantly a small chuckle leaving his throat.

“I meant before,” he whispered as he slowly glided his hand from her chin towards the base of her neck. 

“I’m happy to be here with you, I just wish my girls could’ve come too,” she mumbled as she met his gaze.

He nodded as he pulled his lips between his teeth. “I know,” he let out before he pressed his lips against her own. “Come on,” he whispered against her lips before he stepped out of the car. He quickly jogged around towards the passenger side of the car to open the car door for her. 

~

“This place is kinda creepy with just us,” Y/N mumbled as Luke ran his hands up and down her thighs. He rolled her eyes as she ran her hands across his exposed chest. He clenched his jaw as he scanned her frame, the red swimsuit was a color he’s never seen on her before. 

“It’s not creepy at all,” Luke offered as he continued running his hands up and down her thighs.

“We are alone on a boat in the center of a lake. This is the start of a horror movie,” she offered as she ran her fingertips across the curve of his abs. His body clenched under her touch. She leaned down towards him, “Do you think Michael Myers can swim?” she asked. 

He let out a sudden laugh as he tilted his head back. “I think-” he paused as he slowly began to glide his hands up her frame. “I have an idea to scare away any potential horror movie killers.”

“Oh yeah?” she offered as she leaned down and kissed him delicately. He tightened his grip along her hips. She let out a breathy laugh. “You do realize the first people to have sex in horror movies are the ones that die first,” she explained as she ran her hands through the ends of his hair. 

“What a way to go out,” he mumbled as he hungerily pressed his lips against hers. She gasped as she pulled away from him. 

“You are awful!” she let out with a giggle. He rolled his eyes with a teasing smirk. 

“You are beautiful,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes as she leaned down, hovering her lips over his. 

~

The following night, the girls, Jack and Quinn were all inside the lake house setting up the night of her dreams. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled as he ran his thumb across the top of her hand for a few seconds before he stood up from the table. She smiled towards him as she went back to finishing the chocolate cake in front of her. 

Luke walked towards the bathroom at the back of the restaurant. He pulled his phone towards his ear, hearing it ring a few times. “Lukey!” Jack shouted into the phone. Luke cringed as he pulled the phone away from his ear for a brief second.

“Is the place ready?” Luke asked, letting out a shaky breath.

“Yup, and your girlfriend’s friend, Ali-”

“Don’t fucking think about it,” Luke said in a hushed tone. An older gentleman walked out of the bathroom as he spoke. Luke forced a tight lip smile as he dropped his gaze towards the floor. “We’ll be leaving the restaurant in like fifteen minutes,” Luke expressed.

“Alright,” Jack mumbled as he hung up the phone. Luke let out a huff of air as he walked back towards their table. 

Luke sat down, “I’m sorry about that,” he let out as he met her gaze.

“You’re okay,” she mumbled as she brought her glass of water towards her lips. 

“How was the cake?” he asked, a wide smile on his lips. She tilted her head to the side as a small smile formed to her lips. 

“So good and so upset you made them sing to me!” she expressed dramatically. The waiter placed the check on the table and Luke quickly picked it up and placed his card inside of the black envelope. They both smiled polietly to the waiter as he walked away. 

“I didn’t make them do anything!” he let out while laughing, “I just casually mentioned that it was your birthday, they did the rest,” he smirked as he took a sip of his water. 

After another thirty minutes, they finally pulled up to the lake house. Quinn and Jack had parked a street away to make it look like the house was still empty. He pulled the car into park as he shifted his body towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully as she turned her gaze towards him.

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he whispered before he quickly jolted out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly before she watched him jog around the car. He pulled open her door. “Come on,” he mumbled. She stared towards him suspiciously as she slowly unbuckled her seatbelt. 

He held out his hand for her and she quickly took a hold of it. He guided her out of the car. He took a hold of her lower back as he guided her through the garage. She took a hold of his arm as he pushed open the door guiding her inside. 

Her eyes widened as she saw the balloons, streamers, and giant banner. The banner wrote Happy 21st Birthday, throw away your fake! She chuckled as she turned her gaze towards Luke as several voices shouted “Suprise!” She gasped as her eyes jumped around the room.

Her five closest friends were scattered throughout the living room, alongside Jack and Quinn. She covered her face with her hands as she felt tears fill her eyes. “You guys!” she let out. She pulled her hands away from her face as she looked towards Luke. “I thought you were bad at keeping secrets!” she said as she shoved him back. He chuckled as he delicately pushed her towards the crowd.

Y/N’s friends all circled her as she walked towards the center of the living room. Quinn and Jack walked towards Luke. “Girl this dress!” her friend, Olivia, said as she hugged her excitedly. “It is beautiful but you need to switch into your sexiest swimsuit because we are getting drunk as hell on that boat,” she expressed. 

“Okay, come on and help me pick it out!” she said as she started guiding the girls towards Luke’s room. Aly, Olivia, Jessie, Carley, and Penny all quickly followed after her. Aly was taking a hold of some of the dress to try and help her from tripping and falling onto her face.

After a few seconds all six of the girls entered the small bedroom. “How long have you guys kept this a secret?” Y/N asked as she lifted her suitcase up onto the bed.

“Since you asked us! We talked to Luke about it and he was all for this surprise plan,” Jessie explained. Y/N smiled softly as she pulled out four different swimsuits for the girls to help her decide. “We know that you really wanted us here and we all saved up to buy plane tickets to be here,” 

“You guys are amazing,” she let out as her voice cracked slightly. “This is going to be so fun,” she mumbled as she stared towards each of her friends individually. 

“You’re not upset we interrupted your weekend getaway with your man,” Aly asked while hip bumping Y/N. All of the girls burst out into laughter.

“Not at all,” she let out as she picked up the black bikini and decided on putting that one on. Each one of her friends approved, “Don’t worry, we had a great day yesterday,” she let out as she smirked. 

“Oh did you?” Carley mumbled, leading to every girl to start quietly oooooo. “What did you guys do?” Carley pressed. Y/N rolled her eyes as she pointed towards the back of her dress. Olivia quickly helped unzip the dress. 

“Hung out on the boat for a while,” she said trying to hide the smirk forming to her lips. 

Olivia’s eyes widened, “You guys didn’t,” she let out barely above a whisper. 

“I’m gonna go get my swimsuit on,” she said changing the subject as she walked towards the bathroom just outside of Luke’s room. 

“You dirty dog!” Olivia let out while laughing. 

~~~

It had been an hour since the whole surprise birthday weekend started and she was in fact three shots deep and two beers in. Quinn was driving the crowded boat, he was in the process of tossing Olivia and Jessie around on the tube hanging off the back of the boat.

Y/N was laying down at the back of the boat with Luke laying between her legs. His head rested just beneath her chest as he was humming along to the song playing on the speaker. 

She was running her fingers through his wet curly hair. “So you were surprised?” Luke asked as he tilted his head back. She smiled down towards him.

“I’m throughly impressed with your secret keeping skills,” she mumbled as she continued running her fingers through his hair. 

“I wanted you to have the best weekend,” he mumbled as he absentmindedly caressed the inside of her thighs.

“Thank you, my love,” she mumbled before she shifted her gaze towards Aly. 

“You going to get on the tube?” Aly asked her. She shook her head dramatically. “Oh come on, birthday girl, you have to,” she expressed before she took another sip of her cocktail.

“Not with how Quinn is driving this thing,” she mumbled. Quinn threw his head back as he laughed. Olivia and Jessie were climbing back into the boat. 

“I’ll go slower,” he offered. She still shook her head.

“Take another shot, and let’s go,” Aly mumbled as she took a hold of the vodka bottle. 

“No!” she let out while laughing. 

“Come on, baby, it’s fun,” Luke said as he tilted his head back, meeting her gaze. She clenched her jaw as she looked into Luke’s eyes. 

She let out a huff of air, “Fine, but I swear to god, Quinn, you try anything funny,” she threatened in what seemed like a joke but she wasn’t. He laughed as he leaned back in the chair. Luke sat up from his laying position, letting Y/N climb over him.

She groaned as she followed after Aly towards the back of the boat. Aly jumped into the water first. Y/N reluctantly jumped into the water. 

“Let’s go birthday girl!” Carley shouted as she watched Aly and Y/N climb onto the tube together.

“It’ll be fun,” Aly muttered as she tightened her grip on the tube. Quinn stood up, double-checking that they were both on the tube before he started driving the boat. Half of her friends had their phones out videoing. 

“Why did I agree to this?” Y/N asked as she tightened her grip. Quinn quickly turned the boat hard to the left. A squeal left both of their throats as they nearly fell off after the first spin. 

[majesticwren]

im working on something new

I desperately need to take it out my head so I can focus on my other projects but im going insane right now send help

it hit me like a train its been a week of pure feral energy I am more surprised than ya'll trust me

it will be about this little bastard it will be smutty and angsty and i am all up his alley right now pray for me bye

[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.2

[Fanfics(x reader) i've read]

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♡ - smut

...... latest ipdate; Edited; 03/30/25

Fantastic beast [newt scamander]

harry potter [wolfstar][remus lupin][regulus black][james potter]

the black phone [vance hooper]

enola holmes [sherlock holmes]

the walking dead [glenn rhee]

outa [peter pan][felix]

maze runnner [newt][gally]

dune [duke leto atreides]

rise of the guardians [jack frost][bunnymund]

big hero 6 [tadashi hamada][hiro hamada]

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FANTASTIC BEAST

newt scamander

@moonlit-imagines - your husband coming home to find a baby niffler hanging from your neck

@spideyharrington - one and the same

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HARRY POTTER

wolfstar

@wolfstardaughter-jj - like fathers,like daughter

@masivechaos - you remind me of him

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remus lupin

@ddejavvu - grumpy remus x sunshine reader

- ___

- y/n loving when remus ramble

- sleepy cuddles with remus

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regulus black

@ddejavvu - the reader intentionally mistook sirius as snape

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james potter

@reysdriver - lucky charm

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THE BLACK PHONE

vance hopper

@angelofthenight - are we about to kiss?

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ENOLA HOLMES

sherlock holmes

@marvelousmando - the game is afoot indeed

@love-strawberry - we'll be alright

@st-juliet - pulse point ♡

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THE WALKING DEAD

glenn rhee

@the-daily-multi-fandom-post - gleens lover girl

@refiwrites - tepidity

@captain-tch - trinkets

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OUAT

@thepiratequeenofneverland - A Poly introduction

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peter pan

@heliads - dating peter pan would include

@evangeline-perry - peter pan relationship

@bad268 - peter pan fluff alphabet

@justpan - Kindness and Cruelty 

@mysadcorner - peter with a quiet!reader

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felix

@goldenxshine - dating felix and wearing glasses would include

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MAZE RUNNER

@toxicbubblegum212 - snow in the glade

@virginia-peters - ___

@givemearock - tmr boys if you gave them a rock

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newt

@heliads - men and tea

@witchthewriter - jealous newt with a medjack girlfriend would include

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gally

@cantstoptheimagines - rbf

@writingandimagines - gally teaching you how to defend yourself

@5sospenguinqueen - dating gally would include

@gladerscake - territorial

@witchthewriter - being gally's s/o would include

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DUNE

duke leto atreides

@nonpoppin - beard

@dailyreverie - you are what’s important right now

- your touch

- hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder

@starryeyedstories - like real people do

@catlordewrites - in the water

- a little less lonely

@lightsinthedistancee - how it feel to be free

@geo-winchester - like we used to be

@supernovafeather - new home ♡

@letstalkaboutshtufff - opposites attract

@pumpkin-stars - stalwart

@ophelialoveshandsomemen - you're handsome with snowflakes in your beard

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RISE OF THE GUARDIAN

jack frost

@imagines-dreams - ___ (cupid!reader)

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bunnymund

@razzlerdazzler - bunnymund with a halloween spirit s/o who likes spring and easter

@daydreaming-away-reality - the sweetest thank you (mother nature!reader)

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BIG HERO 6

tadashi hamada

@multi-fandom-imagine - pop rock kiss

- ___

@subtly-a-selkie - tadashi is here pt1

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hiro hamada

@thequeenrains - a night to a decade

@bigherosix2 - quarantining with hiro

@maycat-19-142 - ___ (poison!reader)

[hangmatts]

jack needs to feel close to matt.

[ nsfw! also on ao3 ]

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[ tags: cockwarming, strap-ons, mommy kink ]

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Jack walked in the room, climbing on top of Matt and sitting there with a pout. Matt reached a hand up to twirl a strand of Jack’s hair.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I want…” Jack pointed at the neatly organized collection in the corner of the room.

While Matt knew exactly what he meant, he had been trying to teach Jack better communication skills.

“Use your words.”

“Wanna… be filled up. Please, Mommy?”

“Oh, baby.” Matt dropped the strand of hair, his hand moving to brush a thumb across Jack’s cheek. “Do you think it could wait until tomorrow? I’m really tired.”

“N-no… I just wanna… no movement. Please?”

Jack had never been so grateful that Matt knew what he was saying, even with a few words.

“Okay, go pick one.”

—

Jack smiled, hopping off Matt and walking over to look. He must’ve been planning this for a while because he immediately found the exact one he wanted. He walked back over to Matt with all the supplies and placed them down.

“I want this one.”

Matt was a bit surprised at the one he picked. It was bigger than ones they usually use. The best way to describe it was…like it was the size of Hangman’s. Matt had a range of different sizes in his collection, so it was only a matter of time before Jack sized up.

“You sure? This is a bit bigger than other ones we’ve used. You’ve never had this size before.”

“I’m sure, I want it.”

“Okay, why don’t you go pick a backup one too?”

Jack frowned. “But, I want this one!” He lightly stomped his foot down.

“Jack, don’t be a brat. Brats don’t get rewards.”

“I’m not…”

“I never said we were gonna use the backup. I asked you to pick one just in case this was too much. It’s better to have the backup closer to us so you don’t have to go over there again. So, go pick one.”

“…Fine.”

Jack walked over there again, picking one they had used before that he really enjoys. He placed it on the bedside table next to Matt.

“Thank you.”

—

Matt sat up and put all his supplies together, getting everything put on and ready.

“Are you prepped?” Matt asked.

Jack nodded. “…Plug you got me.”

“Good boy.”

Matt poured some lube on the strap, spreading it around with his hand. When he felt it was ready, he pulled his hand away and looked over at Jack.

“Can I?” Jack asked, plug already removed.

“Go ahead, baby. Come sit on it.”

Jack climbed onto Matt again, lining up the strap with his entrance. His eyes squeezed shut as he slowly sat down on it. When he was filled, he didn’t move.

“You okay, baby?” Matt brought his hand up to rest against Jack’s cheek.

“Uh..huh…” Jack replied, eyes still closed.

“Can you look at me, please?”

Jack slowly fluttered his eyes open.

“Fine… just… big.”

“I know. Just relax. You can get used to it.”

A couple minutes passed and Matt could feel Jack relax at the feeling.

“Soo…so good, Mommy. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? You feel perfect around me, pretty boy.”

Jack let out a sound and moved up and down. Matt placed a firm grip on Jack’s hips to hold him still.

“Please, Mommy? Want it…need it… need you so bad, please!” Jack whined.

“That’s not what we agreed to. You said no movement. If you keep moving, I’m gonna have to punish you.”

“N-no, please! I wanna.. can we please?”

“Jack, you’re not being very good right now. Do I need to take back what I said earlier?”

“No! I’m- I’m a good boy. I-I can be a good boy.”

“Well, good boys don’t move when doing this.”

“I won’t move again, promise! I promise, Mommy!”

“You need to keep that promise for the night.”

Jack nodded.

—

“Okay, baby. I’m gonna get some rest. Don’t move while I’m asleep or you’ll be in trouble. Got it?”

Jack nodded before leaning forward to lay down on Matt’s chest. He wasn’t as filled up as before but he really didn’t care. He just wanted to be close to Matt.

Matt brought his hand down to pet Jack’s hair. “My sweet boy. You’re doing so good for me. Make sure you get lots of rest.”

Jack smiled, murmuring something about how he was good when it was clear he fell asleep. Light snores filled the room as Matt kept petting his hair.

“So perfect for me.” Matt whispered. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after, his hand tangled within Jack’s hair to keep him close.

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Okay so anyway I can request a Fic about Christian Cage’s & Hook’s sister and the beginning of their relationship? From the start where he gave her the proposition at dinner to when she finds out Jack’s cheating and she goes to him and then their little rendezvous and the match? I just loved the little glimpses you threw in of them from Had it coming part 2 and I definitely wanna see more of this couple, I feel like he’s the breath of fresh air she needed and the fact he’ll treat her like a princess and give her the world just to turn around and be the devil with everyone else but her because he loves her 🫶🏼

Had It Coming Part 3 (Christian Cage x Fem!Reader, mentions of Jack Perry x Fem!Reader):

Summary: How did you and Christian's relationship get started?

Word Count: 2.2K (BRO I WAS ON FIRE)

Supreme Speaks: hii, thanks to anon for requesting this. I was stressed making this one but I hope ya'll enjoy it. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: suggestive content, not proofread, mentions of age gap relationship, mentions of cheating italics means flashback

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Links to: Part 1, Part 2

“Alright Cage, spill it.” You said as his blue eyes poured into your squinted eyes. He smirked as he leaned in.

“Aw, princess, we just ordered appetizers and you already want to skip to the main course,” Christian said chuckling. “No, no. I want to build up to it. There’s no need to cut to the chase, we got time. Let’s relax a bit.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned back in your chair as you took in the scene. The lights were low, Christian was now sipping on wine in front of you, while Luchasuarus was at another table eating his entree (chicken tenders) by himself. Against your better judgment, you decided to sip the wine to quote “relax a bit.” Christian soon started to ask questions about yourself and your personal interests. At first, you were giving him small answers, basic and simple information.

But the more time went on, the more comfortable you felt. You don’t know why, but Christian’s aura made you feel seen despite the age gap between you two. He was genuinely interested in your words. He pressed deeper questions about your likes and was able t to relate to your words. He complimented you every chance he got. And during that time, you didn’t feel bad about meeting with him (granted your suspension of the meeting has decreased). It never once occurred to you that this was your (at the time) boyfriend’s ex-mentor, the one who caused him pain and distrust.

But then again he was the reason why you were in this predicament…cause he wasn’t here….he didn’t care enough to pick you up….he didn’t care enough to ensure your safety and comfortability. But Christian did.

“Okay Y/N, I’ll tell you why I wanted to talk to you,” Christian said putting his fork down. “I know what you want. You want that championship. But most importantly, you want what comes with it: money, power, love, and respect. And you, you gorgeous woman, deserve it. Now, I’ll be frank with you. Jack? He’s not going to give you that.”

Christian doesn’t know when he started feeling infatuated with you, but he always thought you were an amazing woman, despite your age gap. It did anger him to no end that Jack, a person who he considers to be a boy, was able to swoop you up before he could. But, he realized that all you needed was time: time to see how bad of a person Jack was, time to see how Jack couldn’t satisfy you, and time to see how good he, Christian, could treat you.

“And you can?” You questioned.

Without skipping a beat, he answered back, “There’s a reason why I’m here and your little boy toy isn’t, isn’t there?” You sat back and motioned for him to continue. He brought out a leather folder and slid it across the table. Your fingers grazed over it, “Now, in this folder is a contract that guarantees you an FTW Championship match without making family reunions awkward. You can use this and all of your dreams can come true. All you really have to do is get your brother to sign it, it’ll forfeit his rematch clause as long as you are the champion. But I can also make adjustments to it if necessary.”

You blinked, looking between him and the deadly folder. You wonder what the catch is, all of this seems too perfect for you. “What about Jack?”

Christian smirks, “If he becomes champion, you’ll automatically get a match, whenever you want.” He notices that you haven’t opened or flipped through the contract. As if he read your mind, he says, “There is no catch, princess. What I’m offering you is for you to take or decline at free will.”

“No, there has to be something in this for you. There is no reason why you would offer a very thoughtful and tempting offer to the girlfriend of your former protege that you stabbed in the back.” You shook your head. “Christian, you’re a very calculative man. There has to be some type of intention behind this.”

He sighed, “Baby girl, I want to treat you how you deserve to be treated. You deserve everything in the world. This contract is the first step. If you get them to sign this, it will unlock a world of treasure and happiness. Even if you don't, I'll still be here for you because you need a real man. Not a boy who runs off to his past when he realizes he can't handle a real woman."

Your eyes widened as he said the last two sentences. It sent a shiver down your nerves as you were trying to decipher it. What did he know that you didn’t? Why did he have you (and your well-being) in his mind? “What do you mean?”

Christian gave a small smile as he leaned forward to whisper to you, “That boy isn’t here with you because he’s doing the same thing he always does when he’s intimidated…run away. He ran away, forgot his darling and beautiful significant other, and left her to fight the battle that he caused. You need a man who’s going to give you everything you want and needs without his selfish desires interfering. I’m that man, I can give you anything you want and more. All you have to do is tell me.” As you open the folder to find the contract and a card with his phone number, he continues to speak.

“All the cards are in your hand, princess, I’ll play by your rules. If you want to forget about this, fine with me. If you want advice, both professionally and personally, text me. If you want a man to make up in the areas where your boy lacks, give me a call.”

You can say that your new relationship didn’t start off normally.

But then again, what relationship did?

But you wouldn’t have any other way.

Even before you guys got together, Christian already vowed to make you the happiest woman on earth. And he proved that to you every day since then. It started off simple: he would text you making sure you ate and had everything you needed for the day, offer advice for in-ring work, and just listen (well, read) your thoughts and opinions over text and audio messages.

It was all innocent. Nothing that Jack needed to worry about as you were quiet about that aspect in your life.

However, Jack became quiet about all aspects of his life: coming back to you late nights, conversations didn’t last more than 30 seconds, wouldn’t hold hands with you….

It made you sad…

Then it made you confused…

Then it made you mad…

Your curiosity got the better of you as a week later, you decided to look through the phone while he was in the shower.

Maybe it was just too much for you to handle. The distance between you two, him changing your contact name to an eye roll emoji, his favoriting his ex’s contact, the conversations he was having with his ex or his ex-girlfriend’s birthday replacing yours as the passcode to his phone. You found everything: from them dogging on you in their texts, how he can’t wait to see her again, how he should have never let her go, and how she was ready to actually satisfy him.

In hindsight, you expect this from him as the distance was growing. But damn, you couldn’t do anything to prepare for how hard the blow was gonna be. Your eyes teared up as you put the phone down, taking deep breaths. You calmly exited the hotel room with just your phone.

It was like your body was in autopilot mode, the way your thumb just naturally hovered over his contact. After contemplating for a moment, a tear slipped down your cheek as you pressed the contact and dialed the number. One ring went through before you heard a greeting from the other side.

“H-hi.” You said slightly trembling.

“What’s wrong princess?” He said in a low voice.

You let out a quiet sob, “Can you tell me what room you’re in please?”

Without a millisecond going by, he told you what room and promised to stay on the phone as you made your way over. A couple of moments later, you were face to face with Christian (who was normally in a turtleneck and nice pants) in a fitted black tank top and sweatpants (author’s note: CAN YOU IMAGINE CHRISTIAN IN A TANK-). He hung up the phone as you placed your head on his chest, silently crying. He wrapped his arms around you and you instantly felt warmed and comforted.

Christian brought you inside and just listened as you told him what you discovered through your cries. He was bubbling underneath; how dare someone make you cry? His heart broke for you, but he was determined to make it up to you, by any means necessary.

“What you do want me to do?” Christian asked. “You want me to pay him a visit? I make Luchasaurus beat his ass-“

Although you would that, you wanted to make Jack hurt; like how he hurt you. You really wanted him to feel pain, and you knew that a physical beatdown wouldn’t help. “No, no. I just….I just want you to make me forget him.”

Christian’s heart slightly skipped, this was THE moment for him. The moment for him to show you what you’ve been missing, what you can have, and what you can continue to have if you choose to. “Princess, are you sure? I don’t want-“

You wiped your damp eyes, “You said the cards are mine and these are the ones I wanna play.”

That’s all it took for him to press his mouth against yours in a passionate and fiery way. The kiss was better and more magical than what Christian expected. You felt the kiss warmed you up even more than before. With his hands cupping your face, he kissed you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. As he lays your body on the bed, he crawls over your body and removes his tank top.

As he presses kisses down your body and gropes your hips, your breath starts to falter. Soon, sounds of euphoria and pleasure started to fill the room as you were mercilessly clawing all over the bed and Christian’s body.

That night would set up a schedule where your body would just gravitate to where Christian was and just be showered in love and lust (THEY CALL HIM CAPTAIN CHARISMA FOR A REASON). It felt good…so good that it slipped your mind that this was considered cheating in your former relationship.

But did it really? Or was it you just calling it even?

Even with extra benefits such as presents, free mini-trips, and love whenever you fluttered your eyes at Christian. It was amazing how many of these things Christian could do within a few weeks until you solidified your break-up with Jack on just a few days ago.

And that was the start to the everlasting routine of you waking up to Christian’s face every single morning…except for today.

Instead of waking up to his handsome face, you woke up to his handsome voice, damn near yelling in his phone. You exited the bedroom to enter the living room, where you saw the man of your dreams sitting on the couch, in an argument on the phone. His scowl on his face was replaced with a smile as you hugged him from behind and kissed his neck.

“Hi baby,” He whispered to you. He turned his attention back to his phone and spoke louder. “No, I told you no more open challenges. He shouldn’t get a shot just because he wants it…..You know what? It’s too early for this, you’re disturbing mine and my girlfriend’s morning.” He then hung up abruptly and groaned.

“Rough morning?” You asked with a slight smile.

“Yes, bastards want something that isn't theirs. But it’s better now that I see your beautiful smile.” He turned his head and gave you a quick kiss. “Now, what does my princess want?”

“For my knight to come back to bed. We can get a start on the day later,” You said walking away, with your hand lingering on his body. Christian grabbed your hand and kissed it as he followed you back to the bedroom, leaving his phone behind. He chuckled, making you look at him. “What’s funny?”

“I’m just thinking about how we started and where we are now. I think it’s a beautiful love story to tell strangers” He joked

You giggled, looking up at him as you sat on the edge of the bed. “All because you wanted to mix business with pleasure.”

Your boyfriend leaned down and gave you a tender kiss. He then got on his knees in front of you, parting your legs. “Well, the way I see it allowed me to make pleasuring you my business.” He said before kissing the insides of your thighs.

It was safe to say that after knowing your situation and how you ended up,

you knew that there were people who would have done the same.

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Not yours - Chapter 1

John Marston is a man on the run, but not from the law. Instead he's running from the responsibility of being a father and caring for his family.

After the birth of his son, Jack, he took off for almost a whole year. What was he up to during that time?

Next chapter

Word count: 3.2k

Tags: pre-canon, she/her pronouns, eventual smut, explicit sexual content, sexual tension, mentions of violence, mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, angst, spoilers for the Epilogue

The saloon is packed with customers tonight, keeping you on your toes and busy at all times. Drinks are flowing in streams and slurred laughter fills the bar as you try to navigate through the crowd without bumping into anyone. You might not be able to catch a single break, but that doesn't mean you don't welcome the work.

By the end of the night, you will perhaps be paid a bit more than the usual amount with all these tips you're receiving. Eli, the bartender and owner of the saloon is sliding over some shots of whisky your way and you quickly place them atop your tray.

As you make your way to the table to give them their order, you skillfully avoid hitting shoulders and backs. Most of the guests are considerate enough to step aside when they see you coming their way, but some of them are too drunk to tell their right from their left.

"You is always a sight for sore eyes!", one of the regulars, George, exclaims gleefully once you reach the table with the liquor.

"You only say that, because I'm the one giving you drinks.", you reply with a soft chuckle and put down the shot glass infront of him.

"Nah, I mean it!", he protests, his half-lidded eyes staying glued to your face. Seems like he already has had a drink or two too many. "You is a real beauty. A real fine lady."

"Thanks, George."

It's not a rarity to have customers compliment you in this line of work. Sometimes it's an attempt to persuade you into lowering the price for them, but other times it's genuine. Then there are those who tend to get a bit too handsy for your comfort, but it's usually only a handful that steps out of line and not your regulars.

"Are you stayin' all night here, Miss?", one of George's friends asks you, a hint of worry accompanying his words. His name is Perry.

"Wouldn't wanna miss out on all the fun.", you answer, your lips curling up into a smirk.

"Just be careful when you get home, yeah? There's been some nasty stuff happenin' 'round these parts. I'm talkin' robberies, murders."

The man's concern is endearing and you hold the tray close to your chest as you shoot him a reassuring smile.

"I pity any poor bastard who decides to rob me.", you comment between some laughter.

It's the truth. There isn't much you can call your own. With the two jobs, that you only somewhat manage to juggle, you barely scrape by. The cabin your late parents have left you might be small and humble, but it sure comes with a lot of bills. Everytime you receive a letter from the bank regarding the debts, your stomach turns upside down.

"Still. Be careful out there.", Perry insists, the look in his green eyes urgent.

"If ya need someone to walk you home, you just come to me!", George drawls, a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and you give his shoulder a friendly pat.

"I'll take you up on it if I ever find myself in need of a chaperone."

With that you walk back to Eli to get out the next round of drinks. As you place the tray onto the counter and reach for the glasses, he had already prepared for you, his hand shoots forward, shooing yours away.

"You have been workin' non-stop. Go get a break.", he barks, his voice harsh, but the look on his wrinkled face gentle.

"I can go on a little longer.", you argue back and reach for the glasses again, but he swats your hands away again.

"As your boss, I insist."

The two of you stare each other down a while longer before he breaks away from your gaze and calls another waitress over to take care of the order. As much as you would have liked to continue, you must admit that he's not quite wrong. You indeed have been running around without taking a breather and now that you think about it, you can feel your feet ache.

Sighing, you walk over to the back wall and plop down onto a couch there. The cushions are soft, but beyond worn-out and the springs of the couch are boring into your back uncomfortably. A woman sits down by your side, a lit cigarette tugged between her slim fingers and you smile at the sight of her.

"Didn't know you were working tonight, Cora.", you say and she takes a long drag from her cigarette.

"Eh, might as well have stayed at home." Smoke leaves her mouth while she speaks. "Been tryin' to chat up that feller over there, but he ain't interested at all. Same as last night. And the night before."

She motions with her chin towards the counter and you follow her gaze. There stands a young man with a lean built and chin long black hair. It's messy, almost unkempt and melts together with the equally black hat he's wearing. His eyes are fixed onto the drink infront of him and the way he's leaned forward makes him seem anything but inviting.

"I haven't seen him around.", you admit, assuming that he must be visiting the saloon outside of your shifts or you've simply been too busy to notice him.

"He's here almost everyday, burnin' all his money for liquor. We thought he'd be an easy target, but no." A frustrated noise escapes Cora's throat and her red curls sway from side to side as she shakes her head in disapproval. "He has a nice voice though."

"He's a fool if he's saying no to you."

"You're too sweet, dear."

She nudges your shoulder with a chuckle and you sit together for a while longer before you stand up with a grunt. Your feet don't hurt anymore, but they sure feel sore. It's going to be hell walking all the way to the hotel tomorrow morning, but you push that thought away for now.

Once you're back at the counter and receiving drinks from Eli, you can't help but let your eyes wander. You give the stranger, Cora has pointed out, a subtle glance to get a better look at him. He's handsome with the shadow of a beard on the lower half of his face and a deep crease between his dark eyebrows. It doesn't look like he's in the mood for light conversation, so you decide to better leave him be.

Then your gaze falls onto the holster on his hips and the revolver tugged inside it. It's not an uncommon sight to see armed men in this town, but that gun looks pretty used with all the scratches and small dents. It has you wondering who exactly this man is, but it's not your place to question your customer's backgrounds. As long as they behave and pay for their orders, you don't care who or what they are.

The rest of the night goes by smoothly, the air inside growing thick with all these people and the smell of booze and sweat. At some point you excuse yourself to Eli and step out through the back door. Filling your lungs with fresh air clears off the fog in your head and your hand rests on the doorknob to head back inside.

A scream has you freeze in place, immediately recognizing the voice. Fear grips you and you quickly follow the source. It sounds like there's a struggle happening in the side alley and you lift your long skirt to not get it dirty in the muddy puddle, that you hop over.

There you find your dear friend Cora trying to push a man away and failing. Next thing you know, a harsh slap cuts through the air and the woman comes tumbling down, holding her cheek. Without waiting a heartbeat longer, you stomp over to the pair and shove him away by his chest.

"What's the matter with you?", you bark, voice raised and echoing along the brick walls around you.

"I paid!", the man slurs, swaying from side to side.

"You ain't paid to hit her, you goddamn animal!"

Even when he squares up his shoulders, towering over you with a menacing glare, you stand your ground. He's unknown to you, clearly not someone from this town. It could be someone passing by, staying only for tonight and then leaving again. Suddenly you recall Perry's words.

Robberies, murders.

A shiver runs down your spine, but you can't back down now. If this turns into a fight, you surely won't be able to win, but it might give Cora enough time to get help.

"You watch your mouth, you who-"

The familiar click of a gun cuts him off and you watch in surprise as the stranger from the bar counter presses the barrel of his revolver against the man's temple. He raises his hands in surrender and backs off, almost tripping over his own feet.

"No need to get aggressive now, friend.", he stutters, his words being followed by a nervous chuckle.

"I ain't your friend.", the stranger with the gun says. He truly does have a nice voice. "Now get your ass outta here if you wanna keep that ugly head of yours."

That sounds anything but an empty threat. All in all, it doesn't even come across as one, but more as a promise. Quickly, the drunk man falls into a sprint and disappears around the corner. With a relieved sigh leaving your lips, you help Cora back on her feet and inspect her face. Her cheek is bright red, but it doesn't look like it will leave a bruise.

"You okay?", you ask her and she only nods. That's when you turn to the stranger, who is sliding his gun back into it's holster. "Thank you so much, sir."

"It's nothin'.", is all he answers, before vanishing into the night.

"How mysterious.", Cora comments, her tone dripping with sarcasm and you get her back inside.

After that dangerous encounter, you find yourself unable to calm down again. Describing yourself to be on edge is the understatement of the century and throwing yourself back into work doesn't seem to be helping. No jokes with the guests and no running around with a full tray of glasses and bottles is managing to keep you distracted.

The stranger with the revolver and the nice voice hasn't returned to the saloon either and you catch yourself being slightly disappointed about it. At first you thought he was just another sad soul trying to drink away whatever is haunting him, but there is definitely more to it. Maybe you will see him again on your next shift.

Every now and then you go to the back to check on Cora. It's not the first time one of her customers lashed out on her, but that doesn't mean it doesn't upset her.

"That nasty son of a bitch better not show up here again. I'll talk to Eli about it.", you hiss through gritted teeth.

"It happens.", she murmurs while pressing a cold, wet cloth to the side of her face.

"It shouldn't." There is a long pause and your gaze falls on the clock hanging on the wall. "I'll ask if I can finish earlier tonight and then walk you home."

Her eyes go wide in disbelief and she hastily shakes her head. "Absolutely not! I can handle myself just fine and I don't wanna be the reason why you won't get full pay tonight."

"I would have ended in an hour or two anyways, so it won't make much of a difference."

Before she can argue some more with you, you already have a hand on the doorknob and make your way to your boss. It doesn't take long to solve the matters and he tells you, that you can pick up the money some time tomorrow. With that you get Cora and throw your coat over your shoulders, before stepping out into the cold night.

Luckily she doesn't live too far away, having a room rented on the edge of town. As you walk on the side of the muddy road, the noises and piano music from the saloon fade away into the background. Now it's just the sound of grass and leaves crunching under your boots and the soft breeze tugging at your clothes.

Once you reach the porch, she turns around to give you a worried look. Her hand rests on the front door.

"What about you?", she asks, her eyebrows furrowed together. "Do you maybe wanna stay here for the night?"

"I'll be fine.", you answer with a wave of a hand, attempting to come off as casual as possible.

"Sure? I don't feel too good 'bout sendin' you home all by yourself."

You take her hand in yours and give it a reassuring squeeze, your eyes sparkling with resolve.

"I promise I'll be fine."

For a long time, Cora doesn't respond, not making a single sound and you fear she might drag you inside the house to keep you safe. Then she let's out a deep sigh as her resistance crumbles.

"Alright, but I'll check up on you tomorrow mornin'. You're workin' at the hotel?"

"Of course."

"Good. I'll see you there then."

With that she disappears inside the house and you make your way off the porch. You don't mind walking back home all by yourself. It's nothing unusual, having done it countless of times before, whenever you worked the night at the saloon. Tonight though, you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Claiming that the encounter with the man in the alley didn't leave you restless would be a blatant lie. The voice in the back of your mind whispers frightening words into your ear, reminding you that that son of a bitch is still out there. And what if he's upset at you for interrupting him?

Quickly you shake your head in an attempt to get these thoughts away from you and protectively wrap your coat tighter around your body. The cool breeze is now cutting through the fabric of your clothes, sending an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.

"You're being silly.", you mumble to yourself as you catch yourself speeding up.

Your small cabin is located a bit outside of town, but not too far away. It's a 10 minute walk by foot and anyone rarely uses the road to it. Right now even, you don't meet a single soul on the way and no matter how hard you try to listen for it, there is no sound of footsteps or hooves.

But still, you only allow yourself to finally relax and let out a breath of relief, once you're inside your own four walls again. It's pitch black in there with it being a new moon tonight and you immediately begin to light some of the candles that are placed around.

Starting up the hearth in the middle won't be of much use this late into the night and you pour yourself a glass of whisky for your nerves. A dry chuckle escapes your throat and you run a hand over your face. Now that you're back home, you feel a bit ridiculous for panicking so much earlier.

In a few quick sips, the glass is empty and you set it aside into the sink. Afterwards, it doesn't take long for you to slip into your sleeping garments and blow out all the candles. You toss and turn for quite a while before you fall into a deep slumber.

The first rays of the morning sun shine through the slit between the window curtains, hitting your face. Cracking a yawn, you sit up and stretch your aching muscles. As much as you don't want to leave the cozy warmth of your sheets, you force yourself out of bed anyways and light the hearth in the middle.

The kitchen, eating and sleeping area are all one big room with your bed and closet on the opposite side of the entrance. There is a tub in the corner with a cabinet. That part of the house is being separated by a foldable room divider. It's scarcely decorated in here.

A photograph of your parents wedding is hanging on the wall next to a family picture of the three of you. You were a toddler when it was taken and you distinctly remember your mother always telling you that you simply wouldn't sit still in her lap, nearly robbing the poor photographer of his last nerve.

The skull of a stag with mighty antlers is hanging right above the front door. Your father wasn't much of a hunter, that stag being the only animal he had ever managed to take down. He swore it was due to his own skills, but your mother always claimed it had been by sheer luck.

Without wasting any time, you get ready to start your day and make your way to your second job. The road feels safer now that it's not pitch black anymore and the buzzing of the town in the distance fills you with some more security too. Even without having to jog, it doesn't take too long to reach the hotel in the center.

Once you take a break you could maybe walk over to the saloon on the opposite side to pick up last night's payment. Almost at the same time as you, Cora enters the building and her entire face lights up in relief when her eyes fall on you.

"Ah! You're alive.", she exclaims with a wide smile and you clutch your non-existent pearls in feigned offense.

"You didn't really think I'd die, did you?"

Truth be told, a small part of yourself believed you would die yesterday.

"Of course not." Her voice is higher than usually, giving away the fact she is lying. "But I was worried. A little."

"There's really nothing to worry about.", you reassure her, giving her shoulder a light squeeze and she huffs.

"Maybe, but Perry said-"

"Perry says a lot.", you quickly interrupt her, not wanting the thought to marinade too much in her mind and giving her a reason to be afraid. "And you know that he can get a bit paranoid sometimes."

"I know, I know." A sigh leaves her lips as she fidgets with her hands. "But I've heard talk from others too."

"Cora, don't." Your voice is filled with resolve. "Listen, why don't we have a drink tonight? After my shift here? We'll talk, hang out and just think about other things."

For a moment is looks like she is about to argue further about the topic, but then she nods slowly and you feel a victorious smile spread across your face.

"I'll see you at the saloon then.", she answers and squeezes your hands before leaving the hotel again.

Right after that, something stirs in the corner of your eyes and you see Lilian, your coworker. Her shoulder is leaned against the doorframe leading to the back where the bathing rooms are.

"Got a customer in the back, askin' for a deluxe bath. You free?"

"Of course."

With that you get to work.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ children born of fairy stock, never need for shirt or frock…

🧚🏻‍♂️ what/who i write for … 🧚🏻‍♂️

➺ golden trio era: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, neville longbottom, fred weasley, george weasley, oliver wood, percy weasley, dean thomas, draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle.

➺ marauders era: james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, poly!marauders, regulus black, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, dorcas meadowes, mary macdonald, evan rosier, pandora lestrange, andromeda black, narcissa black, poly!valkyries, frank longbottom, alice fortescue, poly!starchaser, poly!wolfstar.

➺ gilmore girls: jess mariano, rory gilmore, paris geller, luke danes, lane kim, lorelai gilmore.

➺ dead poets society: neil perry, todd anderson, charlie dalton, steven meeks, gerard pitts.

➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

➺ marvel: peter parker (tasm or mcu), bruce banner, kate bishop, yelena belova (platonic, familial, or qpr requests only), bucky barnes, sam wilson, poly!sambucky, ava starr, loki laufeyson, druig, makkari, poly!drukkari, natasha romanoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, eddie brock, marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley, layla el-faouly.

➺ x-men: scott summers, jean grey, logan howlett, wade wilson, poly!deadclaws, hank mccoy, kurt wagner, alex summers.

➺ bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, penelope featherington, eloise bridgerton, simon basset, kate sharma, edwina sharma, poly!kanthony.

➺ dc: bruce wayne, harley quinn, jason todd, dick grayson, tim drake, damian wayne (platonic or familial requests only), barbara gordon, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, clark kent, wally west, barry allen, pamela isley.

➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

➺ nhl hockey: quinn hughes, jack hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, william nylander, matthew knies, joseph woll, sidney crosby, leon draisaitl, jeremy swayman, brock faber, jake middleton, matt boldy, jamie drysdale, nick suzuki, cole caufield, arber xhekaj, juraj slafkovsky, matty beniers, shane wright, jared mccann, joey daccord, adam larsson.

➺ the hobbit (movies): thorin oakenshield, thranduil, kíli durin, fíli durin.

➺ horror: poly!ghostface (billy loomis & stu macher), jason voorhees, michael myers, daniel robitaille, carrie white, hannibal lecter, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair.

➺ miscellaneous: phil wenneck (the hangover), goodnight robicheaux (the magnificent seven 2016), billy rocks (the magnificent seven 2016), tangerine (bullet train), roy kent (ted lasso), ted lasso (ted lasso), evan “buck” buckley (911), eddie diaz (911), poly!buddie (911), eggsy unwin (kingsman), joel miller (the last of us).

🧚🏻‍♂️ request guidelines … 🧚🏻‍♂️

reader preferences: any! i will write for male, female, gender-neutral readers. ♡

what i write: i will write one-shots, headcanons, little blurbs, and drabbles based on any of the prompt lists i have reblogged, for all the characters listed above! ♡

unique requests: please do not send me any requests you have also sent to other writers! i would like to keep requests sent to me as singular as possible. ♡

request types: there are a few characters listed above who have been marked for me only accepting platonic, familial, or queerplatonic requests for them. i ask that you respect this, please! ♡

content boundaries: anything that falls into darkfic territory (stalking, kidnapping, etc.), pregnancy, infidelity, i will write smut but nothing very kinky (no judgment, i just wouldn’t be any good at writing it). ♡

request manners: please be polite! i won’t ask for much, just a simple please or thank you! ♡

never want for food or fire, always get their heart’s desire. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･