LOTF One Shots

Jack x Ralph (Lemon)

The atmosphere on the island grew tense as Jack and Ralph locked horns over the role of Chief. Their voices rose, bantering back and forth, drowning out the protests of the others. The group stood divided, caught in the crossfire of their escalating argument.

Jack, frustration boiling over, shoved Ralph back with a heated glare. Ralph, annoyed by the aggressive move, steadied himself. "This isn't the way to decide things, Jack," he retorted, his tone firm.

As the tension reached its peak, Henry, standing nearby, held a spear uncertainly. Ralph, determined to assert himself, snatched the spear from Henry's grasp. However, before he could fully grasp its weight, Jack swiftly took it from him, a defiant gleam in his eyes.

"This isn't your decision alone, Ralph," Jack declared, his voice cutting through the air.

Ralph, now weaponless, shot back, "We need order, Jack. We need a leader who listens, not just someone who shouts!"

The tension between Jack and Ralph reached a dangerous peak. Jack, fueled by frustration and a thirst for power, got physical, pressing the sharp edge of the spear against Ralph's throat. The air thickened with an unsettling silence as the group watched, their protests fading into fearful whispers.

"You think you can just lead us like this, Ralph?" Jack sneered, the glint of the spear casting an ominous shadow on their power struggle.

Ralph, feeling the cold metal against his skin, spoke defiantly, "This isn't the way, Jack. We need order, not force."

Ignoring Ralph's words, Jack's eyes flickered with a dangerous idea. With a sudden, tight grip on Ralph, he forcibly dragged him into the dense foliage of the woods.

Jack, fueled by aggression, threw Ralph to the ground. The cold metal of the spear pressed against Ralph's chin as Jack towered over him.

"Look at you, Ralph. All high and mighty, now you're just dirt on the ground," Jack taunted, a sinister grin on his face.

As Ralph struggled beneath him, Jack continued his relentless barrage of insults. "Pathetic, really. Did you think you could control us forever? Leading's not your strong suit, is it?"

Finally, Jack cut to the point, a dangerous glint in his eye. "So, Ralph, are you ready to obey? Your life depends on it," he teased, reveling in the power shift.

Ralph, realizing the gravity of the situation, reluctantly agreed. "Fine, Jack. I'll obey," he muttered, the weight of submission heavy in his words.

Jack, without hesitation, dropped the spear, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. He got on top of Ralph, solidifying his dominance, as the island's shadows deepened, casting a dark pall over the unfolding power struggle.

Ralph ceased his resistance, a faint grin appearing on his lips. "Oh, I bet ya won't show me what you can do without that spear.." he teased, a peculiar tone accompanying his words.

Jack is taken aback by Ralph's sudden shift in mood, rendering him momentarily silent. After a brief pause, Jack regains composure, lifting Ralph up and flipping him over. Ralph, in turn, gazes at Jack with apparent patience.

"What ya gonna do, huh?" Ralph chuckles, his attention snapping downwards. He shifts his legs beneath Jack, as he begins to take his shorts off.

"Oh you will see.." Jack smirks, licking his teeth in a teasing manor. Ralph's eyes narrow as he takes Jack's actions lightly, shifting more under his weight.

Jack soon stands from his position over Ralph, stripping himself of his clothes. Ralph studies him in silence, his face heating up.

Jack lowers down, situating himself between Ralph's legs. He lifts them up, lining himself up with his entrance. Ralph looks at him, his breathing already heavy.

"Getting straight to it.. huh?" Ralph steadies himself, gripping onto the ground lightly. With a swift and sudden movement, Jack drives straight into him, a loud moan escaping Ralph's lips.

Jack grunts as he slams into Ralph, his grip tightening on his waist. Ralph pants heavily as he grips onto the dirt for dear life. He moans are breathy and hushed, as the fear of being heard settled in him. Jack, couldn't care less about the others as he pulls Ralph closer.

Ralph tried to keep his voice down, staring at the ground as his body began to shake. Jack glances back down at him, picking up the pace as his hands slide down to Ralph's thighs.

Jack closed his eyes, soft grunts escaping his lips as he pounded inside of Ralph. He panted heavily, a few quiet moans slipping. His eyes soon closed as well, his grip tightening.

Jack's movements soon became sporadic as he felt exhaustion falling over him. Ralph winced at the sudden pain, his breathing heavy and shaky. The two continued for a few more minutes until Jack slowed down.

Jack slowly pulled out, panting heavily as he stared down at Ralph. His legs fell back down to the ground as he lay in silence. Jack rummaged around, grabbing their clothes, tossing Ralph's at him. He then stood up straight and got dressed.

Ralph soon stumbled to his feet, getting dressed as well. Jack picked up his spear, using the handle to push Ralph forward. The two then returned to the group as if nothing had happened.