#kiefer Sutherland fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, talk of menstruation, ace is a little bit of an asshole but it’s for the good of reader

I drove another car into the garage and set it up for ace. He smiled at me as I climbed out and popped the hood for him.

“thanks babe.” Ace said as he kissed my cheek. “Wanna work on this one?”

“Sure.” I said, smiling back at him as I secured the hood and looked into the engine. “What’s wrong with it?” There was a twinge in my stomach as I leaned into the car a little. I waved it off mentally and looked back over at ace.

“needs a new filter.” Ace shrugged. “Might as well check the oil while you’re in there.” I nodded and pulled aces tools over to me.

“what about the fan belt?” I asked. Ace moved next to me to look.

“yeah might as well change that too.” He nodded. “Let me go get it for you.” I cringed as there was another twinge of pain across my abdomen. I ran my hand across where the pain flared before leaning into the car to work on removing the parts that needed to be removed. “Parts are by the tools. I’m going to work on an oil change next to you.” Ace put his hand on my back so I didn’t jump. I nodded as I winced in pain again.

“sounds good. Thanks.” I shot him a smile and he nodded. His eyebrows furrowed before he walked over to start on the car like he said he would. Throughout the rest of work I was doing, I continued to wince and even had to bite back a soft moan of pain. Ace kept glancing over at me every time I did. “Hnng. Fuck.” I groaned and ace walked over, wiping his hands on a cloth as he grabbed the back of my coveralls, tugging me off the car.

“you’re not ok.” He said, his voice low. “What’s wrong?” I shook my head and smiled at him.

“I’m fine ace.” I tried to assure him. “Let me get back to the car.” I went to move back to the car but his grip on my collar tightened. “Ace. I’m serious.”

“you’re not fine. Everyone here can see it. Eyeball even mentioned something. And eyeball doesn’t notice anything.” I frowned at him.

“ace. I’m serious. I’m fine.” I tried to assure him. Ace sighed and let go of my collar. I went to love back to the car when ace ducked down and put his shoulder against my stomach. Standing up he tipped me over his shoulder, arm across the back of my legs. “Ace!” I cried, making some of the other mechanics look over. Eyeball and Vince started laughing as they walked ace carry me to his office. “Put me down you asshole!” I pounded on his back but it didn’t make him stop. “Merrill!”

“sit.” He said as he dumped me on the couch and gave me a pointed look. I pouted at him as he went around his desk to grab something from a drawer. He tossed me the small bottle and I caught it. I frowned at the bottle and looked back up at him. “Take those.” Ace rounded the desk again to go to the mini fridge in the corner. He pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to me as he sat down next to me.

“pain killers?” I asked as I did what he said. “Why do you have pain killers in your desk?” Ace gave me a wicked grin. “What aren’t you telling me ace? Did you get hurt?” I started to look him over, bottle shaking in my hand as I ran my hand over his arm. Ace caught my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“they aren’t for me.” He assured me. “They’re for you. That drawer is yours. Didn’t you see me unlock it?” I shook my head. “Well it’s locked. I have a key. I’ll get you one made. But come here. Look.” He pulled me up and unlocked the drawer again. Ace waited for me to open it and I looked over at him with a soft smile.

“ace.” I breathed out as I sat in his chair to rifle through the drawer.

“it’s everything you need for…uh…that time of the month.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know I’m not the best talking about it. Or even waiting for it to end.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes with a smile. “But you always hurt when it comes round. And I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Ace pulled me back up and wrapped his arms around me, casually taking the bottle and dropping it back into the drawer. “Eyeball mentioned once that you accidentally bled through your coveralls. Whenever someone asked he said you sat in paint. And I vaguely remembered washing them out later so you wouldn’t be embarrassed.” I looked at him and tried to think through when that happened.

“I…I don’t remember that.” I admitted. Ace smiled.

“good.” He leaned his head against mine. “As embarrassing as that has to be, I’m glad you have no idea what I’m talking about. So I stocked up on what you have at your place and what you left at mine. I figured it covered everything.” Ace handed me the key, kissing me softly. “In case you need anything else today. And take the next couple days off. Relax. Sleep. I know you feel exhausted sometimes. Just…” he shrugged and kissed me again. “We’ll cuddle when we get home and wash up.” I nodded and laughed.

“and to think most guys would be embarrassed about this. More than me finding out I bled through my coveralls.” I said, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.” Ace smiled and tugged me closer.

“of course. It’s the least I can do.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Anything for you sweets.”

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

[rapturously]

reflections.

➾ pairing ; david x fem!reader.

in which david decides to have his way — in front of a mirror. of course, the main attraction is you.

FORMAT: drabble — requested.

WORD COUNT: 3.8K.

WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), mirror sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mild bloodplay (he’s a vampire), biting, hair-pulling, groping, teasing, dirty talk, pet names (use of kitten and sweetheart), rough sex, bruising/marking, choking, david is an asshole (but he’s hot), naked female, clothed male, fingering (f!receiving), finger-sucking, breastplay, begging, multiple positions, mind reading, making out, possessive & obsessive behavior from david

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this was a request but I deleted it by accident (mega sorry !!) whoever sent this in, thank you for your service because this was ridiculously hot and so fun to write! thank you all for your love and support, i promise that I will try to post more often! still working on requests! ❤️

A soft, simpering moan reverberated throughout your cavernous alcove, hands balled up into tight, clenched fists as you tugged at your sheets. Even as you slept, someone toyed with your mind — David had quite the habit for making you see whatever he wanted in your dreams. They were never terrifying or intended to frighten you, but oh, were they cruel.

When you ripped yourself out of your blissful slumber, your flesh was crawling with a misty perspiration, from the intensity and the subject matter. It was something salacious — David fucking you into oblivion, your mind consumed whole by those golden-orange eyes.

You felt dirty for dreaming of such a thing, but in the presence of mind-reading vampires, especially ones that could manipulate your thoughts, it was bound to happen. David enjoyed using that sway on you in the name of playfulness, but he used it to torment you, too.

Tangled within a snare of sheets, you sat up, adjusting your nightshirt. David had a penchant for making you wear things that belonged to him, covering you in his scent. It was a tattered black t-shirt that hadn’t seen daylight in many years, you suspected.

The cavern was unnaturally silent, lacking the rancor and energy that the boys brought to it. It was just you, alone within your nest, distraught by your dreams.

David’s hold upon you was nothing short of supernatural, and the bond that you shared only strengthened his unorthodox abilities. His voice rang throughout your mind, crisp and clear as if he were merely standing a few feet away. You pictured his sardonic laughter and his charismatic sneer.

Glistening rays of moonlight pooled through the gap in the top of the cave, indicating that it was dusk. You assumed that they all must’ve been at the boardwalk, indulging in their vices and feeding frenzy.

With your humanity still intact, your circadian rhythm was quite different from that of your vampiric compatriots, but you were still learning to be on their time — David, in particular. You began to fix your bed, untangling yourself from the snare of sheets. Faint noises echoed throughout the cavern, the only ambiance you had.

A brief clatter caused you to jump, goosebumps coalescing along your spine. You were more tense than usual, still feeling very disoriented and dazed from your onslaught of dreams. Sometimes, you hated them — hated that David tormented you in such a way.

Molten heat swirled within the pit of your stomach, resulting in a warm wave of arousal that pooled between your thighs. You pinched at the bridge of your nose, half-tempted to lay down and let your hand do all of the work in an attempt to chase some sort of release.

Before you could even consider it fully, a bout of alluring laughter resonated from the darkness above, an expanse of cavernous abyss untouched by light. The shadows were alive, stirring with a familiar presence as sanguine-orange hues observed you with a cruelty to them; a cruelty you knew.

“Poor thing,” David crooned, haughtily perched in the rocks above your nest, watching you with a visceral interest. You looked so pretty — all pent-up and disheveled, bearing his scent upon your supple flesh. It was how he liked you. “Bad dreams?”

You scoffed, attempting to feign disdain, but the veil was thin — you were flustered and hot, arms loosely folding within your lap. “How long have you been up there?” You asked, throat becoming thick. You knew that David must’ve gotten his fill of watching you thrash about, your mind swarming with him.

David’s dark, enticing chuckle resonated throughout the alcove. You could envision his smug, arrogant expression — a face you’d grown to love, unfortunately for you. “Long enough,” He mused, clicking his tongue. “Long enough to smell you.” His teasing tone only made you embarrassed.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You grumbled, but realization struck you — he was here with you, alone. He’d let the boys go out without their leader, unchaperoned and off the leash. That was extremely unusual for David, and it made you wonder.

“Is that why you keep coming back, kitten?” David mused, leaning forward until he broke through the shadows, glowering down at you with an incendiary expression. That playful mockery still remained, but the wave of desire festering inside of him began to overpower anything else.

You held your tongue, gazing up at him with a wistful sense of longing. Despite David’s crueler proclivities and cocksure attitude, you did love him — he was yours, after all. Those piercing, icy eyes of his raked over you, jaw tensing and unclenching.

“Please come down,” Desperation crept into your voice, shameless and unadulterated as you pressed your thighs together, attempting to fight away your arousal. Your fingers idly toyed with the hem of your shirt, hoping that he would comply with your request. “I—I need you.”

David smirked, a fire swirling within his eyes as he cocked his head to one side. “Is that so, sweetheart?” He hummed, slinking down from his perch as he stood in front of you, reaching out to grab your jaw with his gloved digits. He traced his thumb over your lower lip.

“Yes,” You squeaked, keening into his embrace. He looked so intimidating and imposing like this — dressed in dark colors, eclipsing all flickers of candlelight as his shadow fell over you. It enveloped you, kept you anchored. “David, please. I want you.”

“I know you do,” He uttered. “You belong to me.” His voice — it was enchanting, like a siren’s song, tempting you into deeper waters. David began to lean forward, inhaling your scent as he brazenly nipped at your jaw. “Wet from the thought of me, aren’t you?”

Your head bobbed up and down several times over in a fervent nod, feeling him come closer, mouth hovering above yours. Saliva coalesced within your mouth, lips practically clamoring for him, and he let you. You kissed him with a clear desperation, but his hunger was unmatched.

His hand grabbed at the nape of your neck, hard enough to bruise as he pulled you forward, all teeth and tongue, domineering as ever. David’s throat burst with a snarl, chest rumbling as he bit at your lower lip. The whimpering sound that emerged from you only poured fuel onto the fire, igniting lust and desire.

In a frenzy, you grabbed at his coat, hands pushing themselves against his chest. You were itching for a release, for some sliver of friction or attention. David started this mess — you wanted him to finish it.

The sound of his sneering laughter as he grinned into your mouth made you tense up, watching as he drew away just enough to see you. “My mess?” He clicked his tongue, teeth catching around his glove as he pried it off, hand immediately snaking toward the juncture between your legs, underneath your underwear.

As soon as those thick digits slid against your slick cunt, you knew that you were in for it. Your heart began to beat erratically, wrought with excitement as you let out a hapless moan. “David, I— Please!” Those simpering pleas of yours were met with an enticing grin as he dragged his teeth along your neck.

“This is your mess,” David corrected, shamelessly bullying his way into your thoughts. There was plenty for him to peruse through — your sheepish fantasies, memories, and embarrassment. He savored it all, licking his lips like a cat who’d caught the canary. “Why should I clean up after you?”

Humanity was a blessing — yours, at least.

David could’ve licked your sweet skin and tasted your excitement, delighted by the little hitch in your throat and the way you squirmed. There was something intoxicating about you, about your fragility and ability to be molded, to be manipulated — to become his.

Your lips parted, eyes wide and doe-like as you ground your hips into his fingers. He couldn’t help but laugh, pushing you down onto the mattress as he loomed above, thumb flicking your clit with a feather-light sensation. It was just enough to keep you wanting more of it, chasing after it.

“Please!” You didn’t care if it seemed pathetic — you only wanted him. “Please, David! I—I’ll do anything, I just need you!” His countenance was characteristically smug and bemused, cerulean hues dancing with a fervor that made you shudder with delight.

“You’ll do anything,” David parroted, gaze flickering toward the large, tarnished mirror that sat across from your bed. The only image present was you, splayed out for him — his mind began to churn with an idea. “I think you’ll like this.”

With inhuman strength, David plucked you up as if you weighed nothing, turning you around to face the mirror, keeping your back pinned against his chest. It was just your reflection — disheveled, pupils dilated with lust, shirt rucked up around your hips.

He squeezed your throat with one hand, the other languidly dancing across your cunt, digits toying with your clit. “David,” You whined, feeling him recoil, only to remove your panties altogether with a simple snap of his wrist, tearing the fabric asunder. “W—What are you doing?” You slurred, shivering when his teeth snagged your earlobe.

“Making sure that you see yourself, kitten.” David purred, biting down on the sensitive flesh of your ear, breath ghosting along the cartilage. “You look perfect like this,” His murmured, voice dropping to a husky octave as he finally began to sink his fingers into you. “I want you to watch.”

A wave of pressure assaulted your lower jaw as David turned your face towards the mirror, and you wanted to shy away from it all. It was awkward and unusual, but there was something wildly attractive about it at the same time. You could feel his thumb circle your clit, fingers seeking your entrance.

His stubbled jaw scraped across your silky flesh, causing you to shudder in excitement. Your stomach churned with a violent delight as he began to sink his digits into your cunt, savoring the way you clenched around him. The mirror was glaring, a few feet across from you — even with him touching you, you were in ecstasy.

“David,” You sighed, throat bobbing underneath his palm as he applied a barrage of pressure, fingers beginning to find a rather brutal rhythm. He pistoned them in and out of your tight cunt, thumb occasionally flicking over your clit for added pleasure. You rocked against him, his physique cold beneath his clothing, akin to a marble statue — hard and unyielding. “Feels so good.”

The soft lull of his dark laughter made you shiver, hips jolting and keening into the sensation of his fingers. He showered you in vigorous kisses, mouth roaming across the expanse of your neck and shoulder. David began to bite at your flesh, soothing it over with the chill of his tongue.

Your hand grasped at his forearm, using it as a crutch as he continued to finger-fuck you, pace having increased to something vigorous. The white-hot intensity only served to make your legs buckle, liquid heat oozing between your legs. A glistening sheen of your arousal coated your inner thighs, and it almost embarrassed you.

“Good girl,” David murmured, visage buried against the side of your neck, face nearly pressing into yours. You whimpered, cunt tight and hot around his fingers. You were a mess — his little human, his thrall. “Such a desperate little thing.”

He squeezed at your jaw, harshly angling your mouth toward his, lips colliding in a blaze of teeth and tongue. Those sharp fangs momentarily caught your lower lip, withdrawing a pearl of crimson. David eagerly lapped at your cruor with a lustful expression, eyes unnaturally bright.

Between the sensation of his digits pistoning in and out of your cunt and his tongue invading your maw, you very nearly collapsed. That familiar ringing of his laughter reverberated throughout your mind, causing you to moan into another heated kiss.

David’s hand wandered from your throat to your chest, pinching at one of your nipples. It was cruel, with enough force to make you writhe as he groped at the swell of your breast. He contorted you, bent you however and wherever he pleased. Your reflection in the mirror was one of complete and utter submission.

He began to curl his fingers, forcing his way inside of your cunt once more. Molten heat oozed around his digits, which he seemed eager to taste, once he’d had his fun with you. David playfully nipped at your jaw, palm kneading into your chest as he kept you pinned to his chest; nowhere to go.

A hapless, wanton moan escaped you, causing you to careen backward, snug against him. David growled, erection digging into the swell of your ass, itching to be inside of you. Fortunately, he had patience — you, on the other hand, not so much.

“You want the others to hear you?” David inquired, voice sharp and commanding, making you tremble beneath his grasp. Those glistening fangs of his tauntingly scraped across your flesh again, cerulean hues replaced with orange-red irises.

You immediately shook your head, wondering if the boys were back — you were too absorbed within your own satisfaction to notice. A pang of embarrassment washed through you, causing your flesh to become blistering hot.

David chuckled, pinching at your nipple again, which only served to make you yelp. “I think you do, kitten.” He purred, his tone alluring and husky, ghosting above the shell of your ear. “Should I ask Dwayne if he’d like to join?” You knew that he was somewhat serious.

“N—No! I just want you, David,” You mewled, gasping when his thumb rolled over your clit, having abandoned it for so long. “Please!” Admittedly, the thought of having one of them partake alongside David was tantalizing, but you felt too flustered to go through with it.

“You’re not a very good liar.” David chided, moving inwards for another kiss before he twisted you back in the direction of the mirror. He was hellbent on making you watch, grin akin to that of a ravenous wolf as he withdrew his digits from your cunt. “Open.”

His command was met with an instantaneous response as your lips parted, breath hitching within your throat as David moved to place his fingers upon your tongue. He made sure that you were watching, gaze hawkish and calculating as you sucked on his digits.

You could taste yourself, thighs quivering from your denied orgasm. David always built you up, only to rip it away at the very end, but he had other intentions. He pressed his digits toward the back of your throat, nearly laughing when you sputtered and gagged.

“Good,” He hummed, slipping one hand toward his pants to free his cock, grinding himself against you a time or two, allowing you to feel. “Keep watching, kitten. We’re almost there.” David growled, biting at your neck again with a blatant roughness.

The position remained the same, your back caged in against his chest as he guided himself toward your entrance, replacing his fingers with his cock. David was rarely gentle with you, preferring to unleash his desire and aggression — and you were beyond satisfied with that.

There was love and possessiveness interlaced in his ministrations, even if he didn’t fully realize it. David bullied his way in between your thighs, cock slipping into your tight cunt with a sudden amount of force. His hand returned to your throat as the other palm began grabbing at your thigh as he hitched it up.

Candlelight flickered throughout the alcove, dancing across your physique, basking you in an orange glow. The mirror glared back at you, allowing you to see what David had intended for the entirety of your time together.

His cock slipped in and out of your cunt with ease, rutting into you with a force that was nothing short of brutal and unyielding. David’s breath fanned across the crook of your neck, fangs continuing to linger there as he intermingled rough kisses and bites across your flesh. If blood emerged, he lapped it up like a starving animal.

“David,” You whined, locked within his vice-like grip. His leather-clad arms bracketed you against him, not allowing for much space whatsoever. Molten heat oozed freely from between your legs as you coated his cock in your arousal. “P—Please don’t stop!”

With a low, rumbling grunt, he shoved his hips forward once again, pushing his way into you. His cock was buried deep within your cunt, and David developed a rhythm of almost pulling out before fucking his way back into you. His fingertips prodded and kneaded all around your body, leaving bruises in tender places.

The glassy glare of the mirror only revealed your reflection — disheveled, reduced to a quivering, moaning mess as David had his way with you. Your eyes flickered toward the slate of glass, and the sight of you was messy, at best. David didn’t think so, but you did.

Your thoughts were practically screaming, aching for him in every way imaginable. David had difficulty keeping himself out, lips parting as he sucked another messy hickey into your neck. Your cunt clenched around his cock when he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a chuckle from him.

A canvas — that’s what you’d become. Your flesh served as a supple expanse for David to mark and toy with, savoring the way you submitted to him so very easily. Your saccharine scent invaded his senses, coupled with the sting of sex and arousal.

“I want to kiss you,” You moaned, hoping that he would comply with your request. The way in which he fucked you now, all contorted and unable to see him, made you incredibly frustrated. David knew this, able to smell your mounting agitation. “Please.”

Under certain circumstances, David would’ve denied you and simply put you on all fours to prove a point, but some sliver of him wanted to see your face when he fucked you. Wordlessly, he pulled himself out, seconds apart as he pushed you down onto the bed, making sure you were on your back this time.

“I suppose you’ve earned it,” David hummed, his stare igniting with a newfound wave of lust as he surveyed your naked frame. He pushed his way in between your legs, crawling on top of you like a dark shadow. His cock prodded at your slick cunt, forcing its way back inside as he resumed his rough pace. “Go on, kitten.”

His voice was intoxicating — always spoken through the alluring roll of his tongue, emerging from between pearlescent teeth. David snickered when you clamored forward, hands tugging him down, mouth desperately latching onto his as you kissed him.

David snarled into your mouth, chest bubbling with a series of grunts as he fucked into you, rutting away at your tight cunt. He felt your knees squeeze at his clothed hips, fingers reaching for his platinum-blonde tresses. As soon as you pulled, his lips twitched into a smirk.

It was all teeth and tongue and unrequited want, with David pounding himself into you until he couldn’t go any further. His cock throbbed inside of you, eased by your slick as he bit at your lower lip.

One hand gripped at your thigh, hard enough to leave behind imprints as the other tangled around your throat yet again. The mirror showed a rather lascivious scene, of you being ravaged and fucked by some unforeseen force. To the untrained eye, it would’ve looked unnatural or downright terrifying.

“Getting close?” David uttered, watching as you nodded several times over. The pleasure from his fingers before had collided into the sensations you felt presently. His laughter was wolfish, accompanied by the faint curl of his lips as he pushed his hips forward.

“David!” You moaned, watching as he bent his head toward your chest, ravaging your collarbone in a series of rough kisses. Fangs nicked your supple flesh, visage buried beside your heart, beating just above your breast. With a brusque tug of his hair, you rolled your body into him, yearning for the friction.

Your vampiric paramour never relented, mouth tangling around one of your breasts as he bit at your nipple. A shrill whimper escaped you, hands clawing at his spiked tresses, clamoring for the nape of his neck. With another snap of his hips, your body became awash with pleasure.

An idle, satisfied hum escaped his lips, which continued to nibble and suck at your breasts. “That’s it,” David purred, a growl ripping through his throat as he fucked into you again. “Cum for me, kitten.” It wasn’t a statement — it was a command, one that you obeyed without effort.

It was supernatural, the power he exuded over you — and you were powerless to resist, slipping underneath the thrall of his spell. Your back arched into him, cunt clenching around his cock as you faded away into the white-hot abyss of your orgasm.

Carnal delight swirled through you, molten heat coalescing between your thighs as David rut into you, fucking you through it before he came inside of you. He didn’t need to breathe or compose himself — not like you did, trembling in the aftermath of your release.

David withdrew from you, watching as you sheepishly reached for your shirt. He stepped forward, cupping your jaw within his palm, able to feel the scorching heat of your flesh against his icy fingertips.

“Will you stay this time?” You murmured, keening into his embrace as his thumb traced across your lower lip. David often disappeared afterwards, whether it was to feed or do something else entirely. He occasionally sat in a velvet chair to placate you, but he was having a change of heart.

“Is that what you want?” David inquired, and once you nodded, he didn’t say anything else, wordlessly sitting on the edge of the mattress as you laid down. He wasn’t exactly the pillow-talk sort, but this would do — it was the closest he’d ever been.

You moved until he was within arm’s reach, feeling his leather-clad digits trace the curve of your jaw. Even if David’s callousness and cruelty was always predominant, you were fortunate to see him like this — somewhat docile and protective.

When David glanced toward the mirror, the only thing he saw was you — and that was how he wanted it to be. Just you and him, for all eternity.

[queenofthedamnedlostboys]

I have made my mind up...

Time to write the sluttiest most heartbreaking fic about this man 🥵

[queenlakiefer]

If I disappear…this is why.

I fell down the ‘24’ rabbit hole 🕳️

[mellybaggins]

Fantasy Casting for Oathbreaker

Original Characters

Updated for Chapter 60

Morwen/Idril

More Here

Amdír

Kyra

Lindir

Miral

Varë

Cúrunin

Sarric (Idril's father)

Darfiel (Idril's Mother)

Nellas

Kelemvor

[mikeyway-creates]

I'll post the tumblr version here soon enough, but in thr meantime enjoy the ao3 fic if TadJamie I made!

It's trans Tad suffering through his period- a curse that stuck with him even after starting T I'm afraid...It's sift tho, so please enjoy!!!

[eyesonsutherland]

Jack interrogation.

22th ,may, 2002 - Counter Terrorist Unit (CTU), it has been 22 hours of interrogation and I still refuse to talk, till him walk into the room, Jack Bauer, a federal agent, here to use every technic of torture and investigation towards me, although, I'm already bleeding from the beats, somehow he hides his emotions on see me shirtless, tied on a chair, sweat running between my breasts, sweat that mix with blood from the gun hit that made me sleep and brought me here

*He pull a chair and seat in front me.*

Jack: you making it worse for you, just say it , confess that you work for The KGB and we can stop it .

*he says it while wiping the blood from my forehead,lips and neck*

Y/N: I already told them, I don't work for anyone!

*he sigh and get up*

Jack: this gonna hurt you Moscow Girl, this gonna hurt you bad

* take a knife and press cutting my shoulder, I scream in pain*

Jack: enough? Just confess *he press the open wound* say it and i stop!

*i look at him while hes extremely close to me and spit my blood on his face*

Y/N: screw you motherf-cking

*that was the least thing I remember before being hit by him and passing out.*

•5 hours later•

I woke in a cell, no window, just a door, I hear the door being open but I pretend to still being pass out, He comes in, with a first aid kit, he seat near where my wound body lay, he cut my bra straps and start to clean all the wounds.

Jack: i know you are wake Moscow girl, but listen, your partner confess , you are free to go.

*I open my eyes and stare at his bright eyes*

Y/N: why are you clean my wounds? What are you planning? More torture? Don't lie to me American.

*he sarcastic smile and remove the hair lock that fell in my face*

Jack: well,Y/N, I'm still human,I have guilty mind. *he caress my face* and looking at you liked this, it makes me more guilty....how old are you ? Hum? *pull me closer giving me so sort of comfort*

My bones are so tired that I rest on his comfort.

Y/N; 20....but I presume you know that from your CTU files.

Jack: mostly true.

*I look at him with tired eyes*

Y/N: can I go ? *whisper to him* everything is confessed.

*he give me a new shirt to replace the dirty one*

Jack: put this on, you are under my custody.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[vampiregal20]

The lost boys with jobs:

David:

Max made the boys get jobs to help keep them blending in with the humans. David seen a help wanted poster in a gas station. He isn't too keen on having a job but likes having the money in his pocket. As he puffs on his cigarettes and stands behind the counter evil eyeing any person that walks through the door. Annoyed that he's going have to check them out. Whether its drunks or people with a lot of drugs in there system and sometimes the occasional normal human. A gas station in Santa Carla crawls with all sorts of weirdos. "10 on pump number 8." I hillbilly looking man with a missing tooth wanders in throwing a 10 dollar bill down on the counter earning a sigh from David. After he puts the cash in the register and starts the pump for the man David groans loudly feeling time is going by so slow. This whole job thing is stupid and David thinks Max is only forcing this hoping it'll stop their stealing so attention isn't drawn to them.. Either way he's already fed up in his first day.

(I really enjoyed writing this. I plan on writing about the other lost boys having jobs. Let me know if any of you would be interested in reading about the others!)

[ria-coolgirl]

Awesome work 🤩 @one-boring-person

@theghostof-myndi I'm so sorry this has taken such a long time to write! I hope it was worth the wait, though!💛💛💛

Are You Paid To Say That?

Kevin Richter (Trapped In Silence) x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, mental illness/challenges

A/N: Im really sorry if this isn't as good as you were expecting, I find the characters quite difficult to write, but I've tried my best. I wasn't really too sure where to take this, so I hope thinks ok.💛💛

Masterlist

"How're things going with Kevin?" I inquire as I walk with Jennifer out of the building, pulling my coat tighter around my body as the icy winter air surrounds us, biting at my heated skin.

"Well, I thought they were going well, but he had another outburst today, so I think we might've been set back a bit." The shrink admits to me, adjusting the box in her arms, making the bits and bobs inside clatter against each other.

"Another outburst? How come?" I frown a bit, knowing that this particular patient can be violent at the best of times, concerned now for the older woman's safety.

"I'm not entirely sure this time. We were talking about meeting more people his age, when he mentioned something about seeing a girl around here...hang on, how old are you?" She asks, looking over at me curiously.

Lifting an eyebrow, I quickly respond.

"I'm seventeen."

Realisation seems to dawn on her face as she hears this, knowing that there are, in fact, no other younger workers in the institute, and definetly none that work with the more challenging patients.

"What?" I question when she continues to start at me in amazement.

"I think he was talking about you, (Y/n)." Jennifer reveals, frowning to herself as if thinking something over in her head.

"About me? He doesn't even know who I am, and I don't think he's ever seen me before." I protest, thinking back to the fragile, highly volatile boy currently residing in the Quiet Room.

"Maybe, but the description he gave matches you pretty well." She informs me, smiling gently at the look of genuine shock on my face, "I'll ask him more about it tomorrow."

"Ok, thank you." I respond, not knowing quite how to react to this information, waving a little as she walks off to her car, leaving me standing in the cold to mull over what I've heard.

*

Jennifer's hurried footsteps echo through the corridor as she approaches me, eyes intent on me, clearly needing to say something to me, prompting me to break off the conversation with the security guard I was having so that I can greet her. When she sees this, she speeds up a bit, hair blowing past her face with an air of importance.

"I was right, (Y/n), it is you that he meant." She blurts out as she reaches me, eyes filling with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy as she regards me.

"What do you mean? Who are we talking about?" I ask her, though I have a feeling I know where this is going.

"Kevin. I showed him a picture of you and he took it from me. He seemed pretty attached to it, and went ballistic when I asked him for it back." She informs me, leading me away from our original spot, back the way she came.

"Kevin? Are you sure? I might just look like someone he knows." I try to reason, feeling a dull sense of fear as she drags me down the corridor, my eyes wide at the idea of going to see the troubled boy.

"Oh, I don't think so, (Y/n). He's drawn out pictures of everyone he want to remember, and I've spoken to the remaining members of his family: there is no way you just remind him of someone. I've been working with him for a while now, I know his habits." She clarifies, leading me down a more secluded corridor, towards the main office, at which point my fear fades into curiosity.

"Are you sure?" I ask one last time, looking away guiltily when she sends me a pointed glance, "Sorry, you know better than I do. Where are we going?"

"Right here." She gestures with a smile to the door we've stopped outside of, knocking just below the sign determining the owner of the room: the head of the institute.

Eyeing her curiously, I remain silent as we wait for him to respond, following her hesitantly when his voice sounds from behind the door. Respectfully, I stand just by the door as she goes inside completely, waiting there as she speaks with Dr Tomlinson, staying quiet as I let the older members talk with each other.

"Jennifer? What do you need?" The doctor greets her, sending a cursory glance at me, before returning his eyes to her.

"I want someone to help me with Kevin's case." She states, excitement creeping into her voice at the thought, clearly eager to keep up with the therapy.

"You do?" Dr Tomlinson looks surprised, eyes widening at her words, my own quickly fixing on the back of Jennifer's head.

"I do. I think it could really help him socialise better, and he'd get to speak to someone other than me for once." She nods enthusiastically, smiling to herself, as if aware of somehow we're not at liberty to know.

"Ok. I guess I can ask around, though I doubt many people are rave enough-" The doctor starts, only to be cut off by Jennifer, who is shaking her head at his words.

"No, don't worry about that. I already have someone in mind." Confusion and curiosity flood me at this, my mind instantly trying configure out who she could be talking about.

"Oh? And who is that?"

"Well, it's (Y/n) of course."

It takes everything I have not to faint.

*

"Don't worry, (Y/n), you'll be fine. He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be." Jennifer reassures me as we get ready to enter the therapy room.

Trembling in nerves, I shift from foot to foot as I think through what I'm about to do, well aware that this is only the second case I've ever worked on, and that he doesn't have the greatest reputation. On our way over, Jennifer had given me a rundown of what she knows of his backstory and old living conditions, explaining that she had managed to get him to talk and communicate, but also that he is highly volatile at times, my trepidation and dread just building up the closer we get to the room. Now that we're here, a cold sweat has broken out over my forehead and skin.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just haven't really done this too often." I confess, feeling it important she know that I'm not an experienced worker here, reminding her that I'm only a volunteer who helps out here and there.

"Oh, right, I forgot about that." She frowns, reconsidering as she recalls this, "If you don't feel ready, you don't have to come in. I'm not going to make you."

Taking a deep breath, I decline her offer, biting my lip as I then follow her into the room.

My eyes quickly find the hunched figure in the corner, his messy hair matted and dishevelled, skin pale around his face except under his eyes, where deep purple bags have formed, though the blue-green irises that briefly flick up to greet us are sharp and probing as anything, homing in on my presence instantly. His muscles go rigid, eyes remaining fixed on me even as Jennifer and I move furher into the room. Awkwardly, I hold eye contact for a few seconds, before dropping my gaze with a blush covering my cheeks.

"Good morning, Kevin. I brought along someone to help us with today's session, that ok? This is (Y/n), the girl in the photograph I gave you a week back." Jennifer introduces us, setting the box of items on the table in the centre as I gingerly step forwards, looking up again.

"Hi, Kevin. It's nice to meet you." I say to him, not expecting anything back as he keeps staring at me, only to feel slight fear when he suddenly surges to his feet, scrambling over to the table. Once there, he grabs Jennifer's box and starts rooting around in it, pulling out a sheet of paper and a pencil seconds later, his movements erratic and rushed. I watch in fascination as he seats himself and starts drawing something, expecting us to do the same.

Looking at each other, Jennifer and I do the same thing, a brief flare of surprise lighting inside me as Kevin moves to sit directly opposite me, rather than across from me like he was before. Quietly, I pick up a pen and paper and start sketching, listening to Jennifer as she makes conversation, answering the correct questions and interacting where necessary.

The hour passes quickly, by which point I've managed to finish the drawing I started, sitting back to look at it, before noticing that Kevin is, in fact, also watching me, eyes flicking downwards towards the sheet of paper, almost as if in questioning. With a smile, I push it over the table towards him, offering the drawing to him with little confidence. He picks it up off the table, holding it up so he can see it properly, finger tracing one of the lines, folding it and sticking it in his breastpocket without a second thought.

"Hey, Kevin. That's not yours to take." Jennifer reminds him, looking at me apologetically.

"Oh no, it's fine. You can keep it." I assure her, addressing the last part to him.

He nods at me, not making eye contact.

*

A few months on, and Kevin and I have actually managed a conversation, the boy no longer too shy or distrusting of me, feeling mostly comfortable around me when in therapy. Jennifer has yet to leave me alone with him, thankfully, though I've overheard her talking to Dr Tomlinson about Kevin requesting for me to have a session alone with him, something which I'm not entirely sure I'm comfortable with.

Even now, as we read through another of Jennifer's books, it surprises me when he shuffles over to sit beside me, his body incredibly close to mine, as if with the intention of touching each other, but not quite doing so yet. I have a copy of the book open in my lap, giving him a perfect view of the text, as well as my crotch, which draws a small squeak out of me when he goes to turn the page for me, his fingers gently brushing against my jeans, his hand retracting as quickly as I sink back into the seat, neither of us saying anything.

But even after this, it takes a good two months more for Jennifer to finally decide that I'll be safe on my own with him, as long as there are guards outside, and either Dr Tomlinson or herself nearby to help out in case anything goes wrong. At first, I'm sceptical, but eventually I realise that my presence in the room seems to be what keeps him calm and collected, meaning I'm the perfect candidate to look after him alone.

I was wrong to be worried.

A soon as I step into the room, Kevin has stepped up to me with a broad smile on his face, soemthing which always makes me happy to see, making me smile back at him as he eagerly leads me to a place on the floor in the corner, where he sits me down. Taking his place beside me, he rummages around in the breast pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a dog-eared piece of folded paper, silently handing it to me. Opening it, I feel my jaw drop at the sight of it: it's a portrait. Every aspect is drawn perfectly, giving it it's realistic quality, though it does surprise me that he'd draw me of all people, seeing as he knows Jennifer much better. In my head, I remember what she said about him drawing pictures of everyone he cares for.

"This is amazing, Kevin! Is it for me?"

He nods, a smile crossing his face as he shuffles closer, pressing the side of his body against mine.

'Thank you. I really appreciate this." I thank him, starting when I suddenly feel his cold fingers brush against mine. Absentmindedly, they trace their way into my palm, interlocking our fingers together as he moves ever closer. Smiling, I lean back furher and pat my chest, signalling for him to lay there, which he is only too happy to do, his arms wrapping tightly around me, face buried into my midriff as he holds me close to himself.

"I have a crush on you." He suddenly states, voice muffled through my shirt.

For a moment, I don't know what to say, shocked that he feels this way about me.

"Jenny said I should tell you." He testifies, snuggling closer, before pulling back slightly to nose at the bottom of my jaw.

"You have a crush on me?" I ask once more, biting my lip when he assents, "That's helpful, beacuse I have a crush on you, too." I decide just to spit it out, looking to him for a reaction.

"Really? You actually like me? Or are you just being paid to say that?"

"Kevin, I'm a volunteer. I don't get paid at all.

"So, you actually mean it?"

"I do."

[myveryownfanfiction]

Chapter 5

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, period accurate sexism and misogyny, bigotry

After taking me out cruising around Castle Rock, Ace had backed off slightly. I went back to work and Ace tried not to hang around all the time. I looked up from the register as Eyeball came into the shop.

"Hey." I said as he walked over. He smiled at me.

"Hey." Eyeball handed me a piece of paper. "Ace didn't think he'd be able to come in today." I noticed the second piece of paper tucked behind the first and looked at the top of it. In Ace's neat handwriting was his reason for not coming himself. He thought he'd blow my cover. I ducked my head to hide my smile as Eyeball chuckled. "Sent me with the list."

"That busy today huh?" I asked as Gary came out onto the floor. Eyeball wasn't a stranger to the shop, but Gary really only tolerated Ace. The other boys he seemed to have a vendetta against.

“yeah. I finished my car pretty quick so ace said to come get the shit we need.” Eyeball said, eyeing Gary who was skirting around the edge of the shop. “He said stop by the office for rent on your way to the apartment.” I nodded as I grabbed the stuff off the list. Ducking behind the counter, I folded up aces note and shoved it in my pocket. I grabbed a can of oil and slid it onto the counter.

“alright that’s all of it.” I said. “I can bring the paint that came in when I get off. I know those cars aren’t coming in until next week.” Eyeball nodded and handed over the money.

“see ya later (Y/B/N).” Eyeball said as he lugged everything out the door.

“I still can’t believe you live above that shop.” Gary said, standing at the window and watching eyeball head into the garage.

“It was cheap and clean.” I shrugged. “Ace isn’t a terrible landlord and our hours work out. By the time I’m here, they’re opening. When I’m going home, they’re closing. I can’t complain much about that.” Gary shook his head.

“guess not.” He shrugged. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? Relax for a bit.” I shrugged.

“sure. Why not?” I joked. I went in back to grab the paint and boxed it up. “See ya tomorrow Gary.” I called as I walked through the shop.

“take the week off! Consider it a perk of employee of the month!” Gary called back. I laughed and waved over my shoulder. I headed over to the garage and nodded at the guys as I walked over to the office.

“ace!” I called, leaning against the door and looking over the shop.

“out back smoking!” Billy called back. “Remind me to cut your hair tomorrow. It’s getting a bit long!” I saluted him before heading out back.

“hey handsome.” I said, walking over to ace. He smirked at me as he leaned against the building. “Gary can see us so don’t do anything.”

“wouldn’t dream of it.” He said, smiling at me as I leaned against the wall next to him. “Get my note?”

“yeah but I didn’t read the whole thing.” I said. “Gary cut me once eyeball left. Gave me the rest of the week off.” Ace nodded.

“sounds nice.” He said. “Got any plans?” I shook my head.

“not unless you wanna head to the next town over…” I hinted. Ace smiled at me.

“Sounds like a plan.” Ace agreed. He put out his cigarette and we headed back in. “Thanks for bringing the paint over.” I nodded and ace sat down on the couch, ushering me over. I sat down next to him and he threw an arm over my shoulders. “Feels nice to just sit for a minute.”

“yeah it does.” I agreed. “Remind me to have Billy cut my hair tomorrow. He said it was getting long.” Ace nodded before leaning his head against mine.

“sounds good. We can head out before he does it.” Ace said. “I’ll talk to him.” We settled into a comfortable silence. Ace grabbed my legs and pulled them into his lap. I laughed and kissed him softly. “Been wanting to do that all day. It’s why I didn’t go over there.” I nodded and kissed him again. “Why don’t you read my note?” I pulled it out of my pocket and unfolded it.

“Or you could tell me what you said?” I bargained. Ace chuckled before nodded.

“Well first off, you look very nice today.” Ace said, kissing my cheek. “And I explained that I couldn’t go in today because I didn’t think I could stop myself. I don’t know how I’m holding back now.” Ace teased. I smiled at him and pulled him in for another kiss.

“you don’t need to anymore ace.” I whispered. “We’re in your office. In your garage. You can kiss me all you want.” Ace squeezed my waist as he kissed me deeply. He hummed as I cupped his cheeks.

“you need to shave soon.” I said as I pulled away. Ace laughed before running his hand over his jaw.

“probably.” He agreed. “Wouldn’t want to grow a beard.”

“I like the stubble. But a beard would be a bit much.” I agreed.

“hmmm.” Ace smirked at me. “That gives me an idea.”

“what idea?” I asked. Ace picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I laughed as I grabbed onto his shirt.

“you’ll see.” He laughed as he headed up to my apartment.

[queenlakiefer]

Watched 24 for the first time last night, checked how much Jack Bauer x reader/ OC FanFiction there was and there is hardly any! 😭

[midnightwitch92]

"From Bully to Admirer: The Tempestuous Romance of Ace Merrill and Rory Gilmore"

The dynamic between Rory and Ace would bear a striking resemblance to the tumultuous relationship between Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII in the 1969 film "Anne of the Thousand Days." Like Anne Boleyn, Rory Gilmore would harbor a deep-seated disdain for someone as domineering and bullying as Ace. Her refusal to be cowed by his intimidating presence would undoubtedly bruise his pride and incite his anger.

Ace, much like Henry VIII, would find himself caught in a maelstrom of emotions. On one hand, the defiance and spirited resistance from Rory would stoke the fires of his fury, compelling him to seek revenge and restore his wounded ego. But paradoxically, for someone like Ace, this newfound challenge would be nothing short of intoxicating.

Throughout his life, Ace has likely grown accustomed to people tiptoeing around him, bending to his will, and refraining from questioning his authority. Thus, Rory's audacity would offer an exhilarating departure from the norm. Her ability to effectively put him in his place would act as a double-edged sword—infuriating him on one hand, yet on the other, it would be an enticing deviation from the predictable.

In the same vein as the Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII narrative, Ace would oscillate between anger and fascination, torn between his desire for revenge and the allure of Rory's unyielding spirit. This emotional rollercoaster would add layers of complexity to their relationship, making it a captivating story of passion and power struggles.

Just as Anne Boleyn's presence forever altered the course of history in the Tudor era, Rory's impact on Ace's life would be equally transformative. Their dynamic would challenge both characters to confront their deepest insecurities and evolve in ways they never anticipated, creating a love story filled with tension, passion, and personal growth.

[fics-not-tragedies]

@that lovely anon that asked about more fics for Santino/Riccardo, Keanu/John and Tom Hiddleston,

and for @alicedoestheinternet who asked about Kiefer (and his characters) fics,

and for everyone who wants to know what I've been planning over the course of the last years:

ENJOY!

Upcoming

This is the list of everything that I have planned writing & posting somewhere in the future. Since it’s a multi-fandom blog now there will more and more added to this list over time (until I lose my mind I guess so 🙃).

💦 smut | 🌻 fluff | 🔪 stab-in-the-back-angst | 💧 cry-baby-angst | 🩸 bloody-hell | 🔥 hellish fire | 🧾 oneshot | 📚 series | 📕 parted fic | 📛 trigger warning | ❗ AU | 

This is a list compiled of ideas I will explore in the future. When it comes to everything that is a series or a parted fic it will be started after I run out of those that are being currently posted.

Stood around in bars 🧾 🌼

(John Wick x Reader) When you’re receiving an unwanted attention at the bar, but a handsome stranger is here to help.

I only lie when I love you 🧾 💦

(John Wick x Reader) When he returns home from another successful mission John thinks that you’re gonna be all joyful, but he lied to you and you’re mad at him for doing so.

Bruises and bitemarks 🧾 💦

(John Wick x Reader) John loves to mark you as his every time he has the opportunity to do it.

Break my typical rules 🧾 💦

(John Wick x Reader; in which you’re an assassin too) The first rule in your personal survival code is to avoid getting entangled with colleagues. However, there’s something about Mr. Wick that consistently leaves you breathless every time your paths cross.

Skin pressed against me tight 🧾 💦

(Keanu Reeves x Reader; a oneshot from “Summer wine”) Keanu let’s you take care of him while he’s comfortably sat in an armchair.

How do you sleep? 📕 🔪💧

(John Wick x Reader) Following your parting, where every bridge was set ablaze, and the relationship appeared irreversibly severed, the universe has orchestrated a surprising twist, causing your paths to intersect once more. This could very well be a second chance for you and John to rebuild everything.

I’ll be yours 📕 🌼

(domestic!John Wick x Reader) Bits of your everyday domestic life with John.

Havana 📕 💧💦

(John Wick x Reader; sequel to Call me Señorita) You and John decide to spend a lovely vacation in Havana.

Wrong Side Of Life 📕 💧💦 ❗

(public prosecutor!John Wick x Reader) John Wick, a public prosecutor challenging the High Table, is also deeply entwined with the passionate affections of Miss D'Antonio. While she is well aware of his esteemed reputation in law enforcement, he remains unaware that the very organization he seeks to dismantle is under her rule.

The Witching Hour 📕 🔪💧💦 ❗

(witch hunter!John Wick x OFC) Tasked with finding her, proving her to be a witch, and delivering a death sentence, he soon discovers she’s no ordinary, defenseless witch. Bored with the monotony of his job, he realizes he may be dealing with a surprise adversary…

Chains & Whips 📚 🔪💦 ❗

(sub!John Wick x OFC) Once the period of grief subsides, Wick is left with the realization that he is once again engulfed in loneliness. To combat this solitude, he decides to visit one of the ‘houses of fun.’ Despite his usual dominance in the bedroom, a misunderstanding leads him to experience the unfamiliar role of being the one who gets dominated.

The game you’re gonna lose 📚 🔪💧

(John Wick x OFC) Her life takes a drastic turn when a proficient shooter fails in an attempt to assassinate her. Haunted by mysterious forces and left on her own without anyone to turn to, she decides to seek assistance from a man her father once trusted - John Wick.

A hole in your heart 📚 🔪💧💦 ❗

(John Wick/vampire!AU x OFC) John, seemingly uninterested in delving into his family history or searching for ancestors, is in for a surprise when a long-forgotten and presumed-dead friend returns from the afterlife to reveal the truth about John’s ancestral roots.

Prologue: Call me your name

Cupid shoots to kill 📚 🌼💦

(Keanu Reeves x OFC) A recipient of the prestigious Oscar for graphic design, she initially worked from the comfort of her home. However, in pursuit of proximity to the film production company she collaborates with, she makes the life-changing decision to relocate to Los Angeles. Submerged in an unending work schedule, she immerses herself in numerous new projects. Little does she know, one of these ventures will bring her into the unexpected sphere of her all-time favorite actor, triggering a cascade of events she had never expected.

Every End Has A Start 📚 🔪💧

(Johnny Utah an FBI agent x OFC) Several years have passed since his last major case, and now Johnny finds himself paired with a more seasoned agent to unravel an arson mystery that links to a figure from his past. To Agent Utah’s surprise, his partner seems to be withholding crucial information about the committed crime.

The Devil Is a Gentleman 📚  🔥💦 ❗

(devil!John Wick AU x OFC) The Devil, a genuine gentleman, reveals his angelic side when rescuing a damsel in profound distress. Curiously, their paths continue to intertwine wherever he ventures. Perhaps it’s a love that’s almost heaven-sent, or maybe she holds the key to his absolution.

Help, I’m Alive 📚 🌼🔪💧

(Constantine x OFC) An ordinary evening for her, conducting one autopsy after another, took an unexpected turn when a man, still bleeding from a gunshot wound, suddenly awoke on her cold steel table. Claiming he was meant to be damned to Hell but forbidden entry, he thrusts her into a new perspective, setting the stage for an adventurous journey alongside him.

Bad Habits 📕 🔪💧💦

(Santino D’Antonio x Reader) What started as a casual hookup in the club, a mere one-night stand, has spiraled into an unsettling obsession. Unwittingly, you’ve captured the attention of a dangerous individual.

In The Middle of a Gun Fight 📕 🔪💧

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) In the middle of a gunfight, in the center of a restaurant/They say, “Come with your arms raised high!”

The Jeweller's Hands 📕 🔪💧💦

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) By day, she is a skilled professional jeweler, meticulously crafting exquisite pieces. However, when the night falls, her alter ego emerges: a seasoned thief moving silently through the shadows to orchestrate daring heists. One evening, unbeknownst to her, the diamonds she acquires under the cover of darkness belong to a particularly formidable and dangerous individual, setting in motion a series of events that could jeopardize both her carefully curated dual life and the delicate balance between her contrasting professions.

Dangerous Animals 📚 💦🔪📛

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) In the face of seemingly one-way scenarios, Santino consistently seeks out alternative outcomes. When cornered in a dead-end alley by a striking woman with a gun aimed at his head, he resolves not only to rescue her from her past but also from her current predicament. The mysterious tattoo on her wrist speaks volumes, revealing more than she has ever disclosed. Surprisingly, he discovers in her not just the damsel in distress from the outset, but also a potential business partner and someone he could genuinely love.

WIP/sneak peek: Barrel of a gun

Malamore 📚 💦🔪

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Upon Gianna’s recruitment of a new bodyguard for her younger brother, he is captivated by the woman tasked with ensuring his safety, not just from external threats but also from his own impulses. Constrained by the terms of the contract, she is prohibited from becoming romantically or sexually involved with Santino, the head of her security detail. However, the young D'Antonio finds himself fascinated by the older woman, and as true love takes hold, they are both willing to defy all risks and boundaries.

La Vendetta 📚 🔪💧📛 ❗

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Santino’s wife remained a hidden secret until his associates witnessed her clutching his casket during the hasty ceremony in D'Antonio’s cemetery in Italy. With both siblings gone, she emerges as the sole individual capable of leading the Camorra into the new decade. Her inaugural move: a declaration of war against John Wick, the man responsible for her husband’s demise.

Dangerous Woman 📚 💦🔪📛

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Truth effortlessly spills from her lips, requiring no permission. Having made a decision, she asserts that it’s her business and hers alone to manage. With one press of a key, she holds the power to change everything.

Italian Amor 📚 💦🔪📛

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Love is a game where fairness is thrown out the window. It seems like she already knew it - but to her own surprise one Italian man showed her it all could be quite different.

Music to my ears 🧾 🌼

On your vacation abroad you stumble upon a tall stranger that decided to play the piano in the smal ballroom of your hotel.

Such an easy flight 🧾 🌼

Andrew eases your anxiety aboard the plane which you both are flying to the same wedding of mutual friends.

Between Us, Steinway & His Sons 🧾 💦

Andrew is busy with his creative process, but you decide to disturb him just a little.

Talk refined 🧾 💦

Andrew flirts with you in a quite shameless way.

There Will Be Darkness Again 📕 🌼💧

Andrew’s journey unfolds as he not only falls in love with the intricate world of astrophysics but also becomes enamored with a remarkable astrophysicist.

Under the Scaffolds 📚 🌼💧📛

Discovering a recently opened bookstore in Dublin that pays homage to his favorite poet, Andrew is pleasantly surprised to learn that the owner is not just an ordinary bookstore proprietor. In fact, the owner happens to be a close friend of his bandmate. Consequently, Andrew’s free evenings become filled with copious amounts of tea and immersive book reading..

Understatement 📚 🌼💧 ❗

(literature professor AU x OFC) Professor Byrne consistently draws full attendance in his classes, driven by his profound love and devotion for literature. Throughout all these years, he has yet to encounter someone who shares the same deep feelings for poetry. Unbeknownst to him, the soulmate he has been seeking disguises herself as one of his students. Now faced with the dilemma of breaking his work ethics for her, the question remains: is he willing to take that risk?

Almost Me (Again) 📚 🌼🔪💧 ❗

(immortality AU x multiple OFCs) Explore the existence of an immortal through a series of pivotal moments stretched across millennia.

➺ Kisses 📚 🌼💧💦 

(Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Experience the journey of your romance with Tom as depicted through the various types of kisses shared over the course of your entire relationship.

Glorious (Re)purpose (working title) 📚 🌼🔪💧💦 ❗

(Loki x OFC) Having traversed through time once again and landing in a new reality, Loki stumbles upon a kindred spirit - a lost soul much like himself -who unexpectedly feels like home.

Haunted 📚 🌼🔪💧💦 📛

(Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader) Are the tales of ghosts from Crimson Peak genuine? Determined to uncover the truth, you decide to investigate for yourself after inheriting the mansion, along with a collection of mysterious artifacts from the past.

Next in line 📕 🔪💧💦 📛❗

(Jonathan Pine x 007!OFC) Serving Her Majesty was never a walk in the park, but when England is threatened by another dangerous adversary, 007 has no option but to step into the fray.

The Peace You Find In Dying  📕 🔪💧🩸💦 📛

(Adam x OFC) Transformed into a vampire against her will, she finds an unexpected ally in her neighbor, who becomes a mentor guiding her on the path of revenge.

Tainted 📕 🔪💧💦 📛

(dr Robert Laing x Reader) Your seemingly charming neighbor has an unexpected collection of dirty secrets

Not titled yet 🧾 🌼

(Henry Cavill x Reader) Meeting someone’s dog was never getting you anxious. It’s all different when it comes to meeting Henry’s dog for the first time.

Not titled yet 🧾 🌼

(Walter Marshall x Reader) You’re dating Walter for some time now and it’s the moment when you have to meet his daughter Faye.

All you leave behind 📕 🔪💧💦📛

(Capt. Syverson x OFC; Sand Castle) In a bid to escape her abusive father, she saw becoming a soldier as her only refuge. Following yet another promotion, she finds herself deployed to Baghdad with her squad. Surprisingly, the heart of a war zone becomes the unexpected meeting ground for two lost souls.

Shrine of your lies 📕 🔪💧💦📛 ❗

(agent Augustus Walker x OFC; MI franchise; AU where he wasn’t an asshole) The Impossible Mission Force successfully averted a global nuclear catastrophe (once again), prompting CIA agent Walker to align forces with the IMF. Together, they embark on a mission to locate a missing agent who has mysteriously disappeared.

Hungry Like the Wolf 📚 🔪💧💦📛 ❗

(The Witcher sorta modern!AU x OFC) As the world underwent a sudden transformation, she found herself with a brief period to acclimate to her newfound reality as a powerful sorceress. However, destiny soon arrived in the form of a famous Witcher.

Sharpen your knife 📚 🔪💧💦📛

(Walter Marshall x OFC; Nomis/Night Hunter) As a serial killer terrorizes the city, Detective Marshall finds himself teamed up with a fellow detective who was the first to successfully crack a case hauntingly similar to the current string of crimes.

Long Hot Summer 📕 💦

(Alexander Skarsgård x Reader) You and Alex fly out on a vacation together. Champagne. Late dinners. Long walks. Steamy sex.

Dance For You 📕 💦 ❗

(Alexander Skarsgård x Reader) You work as a pole dancer, and every time Alexander is in town, he consistently requests a dance from you, making him your favorite client..

Blood Tower 📕 💧🩸💦 ❗

(Eric Northman x OFC) Following the skyrocketing success of “New Blood,” which secures its position as the number one stock on the market and transforms the company into a billion-dollar entity, the owner, Mr. Northman, becomes intensely captivated by his assistant. Unaware of the true extent of his danger, she finds herself entangled in a web of fascination.

When The Sun Goes Down 📕 🩸💦

(Eric Northman x OFC) A long-lost lover makes a visit to Bon Temps, haunting Eric at “Fangtasia” and stirring memories of their shared past.

Innocence & Arrogance Entwined 📕 💧🩸💦

(Eric Northman x OFC) She’s the embodiment of innocence, he’s a blood thirsty vampire. How will their story end? 

It Was London 📚 🔪💧💦

(Gadi Becker x OFC) Amidst the escalating terrorist threat engulfing London in the early 70s, an Israeli intelligence officer enlists the help of a young, aspiring model to infiltrate an organization with plans to bomb half of the UK.

Sacrifice  📚 🔪💧💦📛

(Jack Bauer x OFC) In the realm of real-time events, terrorist threats are just another day at the office for the CTU staff. However, this particular threat has the power to alter the lives of each of them.

505 📚 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) Every individual, including the POTUS, harbors secrets. The question remains: will the secrets of the past shed light on understanding his future?

Limerence📕 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) A deep romantic infatuation unfolds amidst the backdrop of a conspiracy that threatens an entire nation.

National Anthem📕 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) Prioritizing country over the one he loved proved to be his most regrettable decision. Will he manage to make amends for lost time when he encounters her at the press conference? Only time will unveil the answer.

Strange Perfections📕 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) With a fresh threat looming, a newfound ally emerges. How will this chapter of their lives conclude?

Unforecasted Storm📕 🔪🩸💦📛

(David x OFC) She got transformed into an immortal bloodsucker, but is eternity truly meant for her?

Tales from the Continental  📚 🔪💧💦📛

(Original Characters) The Manager is always in. Continental intertwines the stories of six guests, all with a killer background. Each of the guests came with their own tale of mystery and intrigue, all united by their profession.

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever 📕 🔪💧🩸💦

(Bill Compton x Reader) The idea of eternal life doesn’t appeal to every vampire and you are one of them who are terrified of ‘forever’.

To the End 📚 🔪💧🩸💦 ❗

(Bill Compton x OFC) The story of Bill Compton as he moves beyond his relationship with Sookie, finding true love in a mysterious newcomer to Bon Temps, seeking refuge from a troubled past.

Shrike 📕 💧🌻

(Tommy Shelby x Reader) You were a presence that suddenly vanished from his life. Yet, somehow, he uncovered your new address, and the letter you just received is undeniable proof of it.

Dinner & Diatribes 📕 🔪💧

(Tommy Shelby x Reader) A seemingly straightforward dinner with your and Tommy’s family was anything but simple; with the Shelby family, there’s always a chance it could erupt into chaos.

Tearing You Apart 📚 🔪💧🩸💦 ❗

(modern AU; Tommy Shelby x OFC) Tommy Shelby, the formidable leader of a prominent Birmingham mafia, maintains an iron grip on the city through his company, a renowned pub, and a set of unwavering rules. However, when he encounters Evelyn Clarke, a steadfast ally to his family, he finds himself in a struggle for her affections against one of the few individuals he can genuinely call a friend.

Falling 📚 🔪💧 ❗

(modern AU;Tommy Shelby x OFC) His life lay in ruins, his heart shattered into fragments. Can the unexpected arrival of a new bartender, secretly hired by his brothers, mend the broken pieces and make him feel complete once more?

Fools On Parade 📚 💧💦🩸🔪🌻

(Tommy Shelby x OFC) Following a botched deal with the Italians, Tommy finds himself entangled in an unexpected relationship with Luca Changretta’s daughter, Sibilla. As the young woman struggles to navigate the realities of Birmingham and integrate into Tommy’s family, issues follow them around.

The Crimes That Bind 📚 🔪💧🩸💦

(Tommy Shelby x OFC) The Boswell family stands devotedly alongside the Shelbys, and their sole daughter, a skilled nurse, frequently aids the Shelby boys in tending to their wounds. When Tommy seeks her assistance one day, she offers more than just the skillful touch of her hands—she gives him her heart with no expectations in return. However, loving a Shelby proves to be anything but simple.

The Heat That Drives The Light 📕 💧🌻 ❗

(Alfie Solomons x OFC) Fortunate to be granted a second chance, Alfie, accompanied by his reunited dog, endeavors to make life in Margate more bearable. Amidst the challenges, he discovers solace in the refuge of books.

We Were Born Sick 📚 🔪💧📛 ❗

(Spencer Reid x OFC) The BAU faces a perilous threat when a terrorist organization, self-proclaimed as the voice of the Catholic Church, decides to demonstrate their capabilities to the entire world. 

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NAVIGATION

WHO AM I?

Hello, I'm luvrlou, but by all means, call me Lou! I'm a girl from Scotland who adores writing (I wrote a 5,000 word essay about great white sharks when I was 10 for no reason).

I have decided to leave moonlight-394 in the past, I lived on Tumblr under that user for nearly 2 and a half years, so I thought I have changed quite a bit as has my writing, so I'm rebranding!

Don't worry yourselves my old writing is not getting deleted, as much as it makes me cringe, it's staying.

I guess I'll tell you all some stuff about me since I haven't been that personal on here before.

I adore Elvis Presley

I have watched every single shark documentary on Disney+ over 5 times

I watched Hamilton every night for 2 months during Lockdown

I have binged Friends 14 times

I have broken my left ankle 8 times over the past 7 years

Jimmy Dean is my favourite actor

I can recite the whole Chinese takeaway scene in The Lost Boys

I can write down the lyrics to All Too Well (10 Minute Version)(Taylor's Version)(From The Vault) from memory

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TAGS

I sort my posts into 5 tags to make navigation much easier.

#lou writes fanfic Any fanfiction I have written will be put under this tag.

#lou converses Anything random will be put under this tag. (questions, thoughts, replies etc)

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Celebrity Crushes

James McAvoy James Dean Jaeden Martell Jennifer Aniston Britney Spears Eminem Miles Teller Kiefer Sutherland Corey Haim Elvis Presley C. Thomas Howell Avril Lavigne Rob Lowe

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Reviving & Re-Casting an Old Idea: Neutralised (1994) [1/?]

For those who didn't know me back when this blog first started, it was not a wrestling or music fanfiction blog, it was a page for my comic book and tv series ideas.

Back then I had 2 ideas that I never quite found time to write for: Brainwaves (A Ghostbusters AU), and Neutralised (a sitcom/drama series set in a mortuary building). Yes, I know the idea of Neutralised seems a bit odd, but I was watching a bunch of 'Chicago Hope' and 'Dead Like Me' and decided to set it in the same universe as 'Chicago Hope'.

So, without further rambling, I give you, part 1 of my rewrites & recasts for:

*Insert Dramatic Thunder Strike Here*

Neutralised (1994):

Set in 1994 in *Elwood Blues Voice* Chicago, Illinois. Inside the grounds of Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services. The show's main trio are the three grave diggers hired to, well, dig graves.

Mortimer & Co. In Alphabetical Order:

Abraham Machado / Abe / Bram: One of the three grave-diggers

Actor: Alfred Molina

Andreina Neri / Andi: The Building's Nurse

Actress: Robin Wright

Caleb J. Willow / C.J / Cal: One of the three grave-diggers

Actor: Cary Elwes

Dove J. Lews / D.J: Ichabod's Lawyer

Actress: Alfre Woodard

Esmé Verity: The Mortuary Assistant

Actress: Janeane Garofalo

Faustus Sanchez / Faust: Nightshift Security Guard

Actor: Hank Azaria

Grayson Bryant / Gray: Mortimer & Co. Secretary

Actor: Harold Perrineau

Hunter Kingsley / King: Mortimer & Co. Secretary

Actor: Chris Farley

Ichabod Mortimer / Mr Mortimer: The Boss & Owner of the Building

Actor: Danny DeVito

Jared R. Foster / J.R: Nightshift Security Guard

Actor: Kirk Acevedo

Kane Carter / K.C: Dayshift Security Guard

Actor: Philip Seymour Hoffman

Lance Carter: Kane's Brother & An Electrician

Actor: John Goodman

Monday L. Duke / Mona / Mona Lisa: One of the three grave-diggers

Actress: Patricia Arquette

Noam Gold / Doctor No: The Coroner

Actor: Oliver Platt

Omega Finch / Meg: Medical Examiner

Actor: Willem Dafoe

Peyton Blythe: A Female Hearse Driver

Actress: Regina King

Russel Warszawski / Russ: Ichabod's Errand Boy & Winslow's Younger Brother

Actor: Adam Sandler

Sullivan Landon / Sully: Mortimer & Co's Embalmer

Actor: Christopher Lloyd

Tuesday J. Duke / T.J: Monday's Younger Sister

Actress: Reese Witherspoon

Victor Jamison / Vic: Chicago Police's Forensic Science Technician

Actor: Mike Myers

Winslow Warszawski: Russel's Older Brother & A Hearse Driver

Actor: Brad Garrett

Xavier Solomon: The Men's Desairologist

Actor: David Spade

Yancy Haggard: Junior Embalmer

Actor: Kiefer Sutherland

Zoey Knight: The Women's Desairologist

Actor: Geena Davis