#kiefer sutherland fanfic

[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.”

#kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland fan fiction #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic #ace merrill imagine #ace merrill fanfiction #ace merrill fanfic #ace merrill x reader #ace merrill #Monthly series

[cryptic-michael]

To Wet to Focus

A self indulgent fic about Jack Bauer being way to horny at work and rubbing one out in his office. Please note: this has a Trans Jack Bauer.

Summary: Jack Bauer is a man of control. He prides himself on being able to tend to things and his work, solve cases and other things in a day. But sometimes he wishes he wasn't at work, and he knew when he woke up that morning with an ache between his legs it was going to be a long..long day.

Jack tries his best to rub one out in his office.

Warnings: Pure Smut. AFAB/Female genitalia, some fem genital words. Descriptive story, and of AFAB genitals masturbating. Public/Work masturbation. (Not been beta read) 18+

Jack Bauer could easily pride himself on all of his self control. He felt he could call himself the epidemy of any other man in his field of work, with some slightly higher praises and expectations. He was extramly proud of how far in life he'd come given all the hands he was delt, and how hard it was for him to deal with it all.

The easier part of working at the CTU was ensuring he was just, one of the guys. Easy enough, no one knew or expected much of anything from him, the harder part of it was trying to keep up his.....everything else.

The sleep schedule, work life vs home life balance that was practically nonexistent, having all of his needs met and tended to was also strongly hard(he could count the number of times one one hand, how he forgot to eat, even go use to bathroom due to work pile ups).

It never felt good, forgetting to eat or getting enough sleep made anyone feel bad but there was somthing worse.

Forgetting to take his meds.

Jack had been on testosterone shots for, a very very long time now, started them years ago to better ensure and help him be himself. And oh God did it come at a coast.

They're expensive sadly, and he always felt embarrassed from the pharmacy when he picked them up still, and having them covered by work insurance made his heart race and jump out of his chest when first asked about it.

Eveyone knew he took them to some degree, it was more of a joke on him hitting an extramly early male menopose due to the work environment, but he was able to brush it away and say he was just born with a hormonal issue and such

It's easy to lie but he hated it. He didn't like lying, it made him feel sick as well as other things did.

Something that also made him feel sick was his mind, swimming with the worst thoughts ever. Thoughts he had since waking up, hell they started as dreams really.

It started off with him having a great time enjoying himself someplace and getting off with a real dick. One he could rub his hands over and feel as it grew and throbbed in his hands, one that was aching to be touched as he began to wither and moan under his own hands in his hazy perfect dream he was so rudly awaken by his alarm.

He snuggled up to his beloved wife Teri giving her a whimpering whine as he rubbed against her in a exhusted dreamy haze still. "Jaaack~" She giggled at her very needy husband. "Not right now, you have work handsome..." Always the morning bird that woman was....

"Pleaaaase..." He begged gently swinging a leg over her to rub aginst her, a more than noticeable soken wet patch in his boxers getting her a bit excited to.

"Fine~ come here my needy boy~" What started with him humping her leg like he was some common mutt, quickly turned into his second alarm going off. Telling him he HAD to get going otherwise he'd be late. He HAD to go shower and leave for work frustrated.

Teri was fine, she was home today, and could easily tend to herself with any of the many toys they had....Jack? He'd whine his way to the showers and wash up. Feeling that aching tension in his lower region trying desperately to get off in the shower but still he couldn't cum.

After his dialy routine of packing, and getting ready he happily took the small bullet vibratory from Teri, "For an emergency Jack~" god he wished he came right there because he felt like he could, especially with having kissed her so sweetly before leaving.

He got stuck in traffic, making him thirty minutes late. He had a mountain of paperwork at his desk, worked right through lunch, and was now so agitated and horny he wanted to scream. He kept snapping at people, he absoutly pummeled a guy in interrogation by mistake, and now had his leg bouncing as he tried to focus on paperwork.

Throughout the day he'd keep adjusting himself too. He realized he probably seemed off today, but truth be told, he would have humped the bathroom sink if he was able to get away with that's how horny he was.

As he let out a very frustrated groan in the late afternoon air, giving a death glare to his paperwork instead of doing it, he was greeted with a pleasant surprise. Tony dropped by with a once in a blue moon peace offering to cool Jack's nerves. Coffee. It at least served as a distraction before he left him to it.

A short teasing banter between them, with Tony asking if Teri left him too hot and bothered that morning before sending him off to work. "Stuck with some blue balls huh?" He asked as he handed the coffee to Jack who snapped back with a growl of frustration on to get the hell out of his office.

Jack couldn't help but want Tony to bend him over the desk and fuck him six ways though. His mind kept doing that today. Everyone who talked to him practicly had him dripping more and more, he was scared he'd have a wet patch in his pants come lunch. Thank god for dark navy colors.

Jack was stuck at work now however. Forced to text his wife saying he'd be late home becuse he HAD to finish the last fifty pages of paperwork at his desk.

It wasn't the worst thing, but it was to him. His hot need distracting him like it did earlier today.

It's been a root of all his problems today. First this morning when he couldn't cum on Teri, then when he tried so despratly to hold the pleasant little vibrator between his thighs on the way to work only to get more wet and having to turn it off quickly. Trying(and failing multiple times) to rub one out in a feverish haze in a bathroom stall today. He had a meeting he wanted, he begged to skip becuse he wanted to have alone time.

He didn't tell anyone that, just said he wasn't feeling well. Which sparked talk in the CTU building.

"Jack Bauer? The killing machine? Sick!?" He'd explain its a bad migraine, which just earned him recommendations and a migraine pill, which helped...with the very real headache that was forming from stress and agitation.

This was all hours and hours ago, it was far to late now, and he did have a wet patch on his pants now. A sizable one to, the size roughly of a golf ball, and oh god it was making him feel extra pleasuring waves like he'd been feeling off and on allllll day.

He was so wet. Everytime he went to piss today he was just soken wet. He made his packer slick and even tried to quickly rub one out in the stall a few times. His fingers would imidiatly get coated in his manly slick as he played with himself for a bit before stopping and rushing back to work.

He was being dirty. He was being so bad, Teri would kill him....and his coworkers would hate him.

He didn't care about that right now though. He was alone. It was 10pm and everyone had left about this time.

Jack had his legs kicked up on the desk, only a few pages left to do as he had his pants around his knees. Biting his hand as he used the too strong bullet vibrator on his swollen hard t-dick. Soft whines and muffled groans came from deep within his chest, as he snaked his bitten hand down to reach for his soft packer. It wasn't very big, or that much, but the way he needed something in him, now was killing him slowly.

The way his legs shook the second he pushed it inside of himself. How he was withering beneath his own hands again just like in his dream. He felt that burning hot sensation he'd felt countless times throughout the day, this time it was accompanied with a pleasant coil tightening itself inside of him.

"Oh god-" He was louder now, he was getting louder by the passing second. Huffing and moaning, as the squelching sound of his wet folds tightened around his packer while he hurried to make rushed needed circles and pushed on his clit with his vibe.

The burning sensation that flooded his abdomen, as his legs stiffened and gently shook. His toes trying to curl in his dress shoes, as he slightly kicked at his desk huffing shaky breaths out as he involuntarily shook and bent to the will that was a desprate need to cum.

"O-Oh god, oh god, Oh God!!! Fuuck! Please, please, please-" Begging filled the room as he picked up pace. Making quick circles with his vibrator, desprate to cum from the wonderful device that was leaving him in tears and numb feeling as he fucked himself on his packer.

The power of the vibrator was slowing, but he was to far gone to really care. He kept trying harder and harder to cum. Right as he felt he could begin to topple over the edge, it died. Right as he was about to go over the edge...it up and died on him. A pathetic whine and plead of frustration left him, as out of pure anger and frustration he yelled, throwing the damn thing across the office as he fell back flat into his chair. It bounced around a little bit, and he's pretty sure he broke it, but all he could do was let out a sob of sexural frustration.

He felt like a horny teenager. Pants at his anckles, chair damp with his slick, hand and packer drenched and glistening in the soft light of his office, all while he had one thought on his mind. "I need to cum right now-" Warm tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he breathed out shaken breaths feeling his whole body jitter and shake.

The still quiet air being broken by his shaky panting breaths, and the softest echoing sound of a gentle ocassional drip! Hitting the floor that was his slick falling onto the tiles beneath him.

Eveything felt too much and not enough at that moment as he softly cried warm tears of frustration. He didn't cry much anymore, he never really cried much to begin with, but a lot less now. He also wasn't ever this horny, this desprate and needy anymore. He felt like a whing bitch in heat, god he wanted to beg for some dick right about now...

He could also just....finish the last what, eight pages of work and go home? Let Teri play with him all night until he's crying from it all. He loved it when she did that, when she would take care of him all night like he did her.

It made him feel so loved.

But he couldn't, not right now, he couldn't think properly either. Thoughts coming in lose lines of hazyness, a fuzzy feeling as he gathered what remains of his thoughts he had to try so hard, to fuck himself.

Trading hands to more properly rail himself on his own dick, he took immense pleasure in how it felt. The wet sounds filling the air as did his shuttering, shakey moans as he kept pumping into himself at a rapid, near feral pace. A sharp, "Ah!" Came from him when he pulled it out, only to make a mess on the floor and chair under him. His wet slick dripping more and more as he began to squirt at his desk. The watery slick cum falling onto the floor with a sound akin to pouring water onto tiles.

Not much but enough to let him know he needed some paper towels from the bathroom before he left for home...or use all the tissues in the box.

But for now all he was, was a man so needy and horny. Though he couldn't help but tease himself either on his packer. Having it tease his folds now and again, rubbing it aginst himself and over his clit as his eyes closed. He could feel his face burning up in a heat of pleasure as much as his lowers were burning.

It wasn't enough for him however. He slouched further into the chair legs going higher and higher as he kept trying harder and harder to make himself cum before he had to stop. All the sloshes and sharp whines ceasted to exist as he simply stopped.

He was hurting. Not just from fucking himself so hard, but from that aching feeling, it felt unbearable. (And from fucking himself to hard with his soft packer, combined with laying wrong in the chair)

He felt like he was in pain. His whole body on fire with the worst heat being from his still aching vag, and with both hands slick with just some tissues to use to clean up, he took the chance to try, try everything in his power to just. Calm. Down.

To very little avail. Sure his hands got less wet, he half-assed cleaned up his very wet floor, and tossed them away, but he couldn't put his packer back in his pants. He still needed something to fill his aching needy hole.

So now, here he was legs shakily back up on his desk, as he got a little excited to began to fingering himself.

Jack took up biting his dress shirt as he teased his hot wet folds. The heat coming off of him could kept anyone warm, and he could hydrate all of LA from how wet he was. He kept feeling down there, gently teasing as he dripped his middle finger into himself shuddering at the cooler feeling of it as he whined out in pleasure.

It didnt take long as he added a second, then finally pushed three fingers inside of himself, his walls hot and slick as he moved them into and out of himself. His mind going blank and numb again as pleasure took over every sence he had, soft muffled sounds filling the air as he closed his eyes. Totally succumbing to the feeling he had.

His fingers stayed straight for a while, as he teasingly pulled at his clit, his too swollen little dick was begging for attention again as each tug and gentle touch sent electric waves of pleasure all through his body, making him jerk a few times. His fingers pushed harder and deeper inside of him, his palm rubbing against himself and his trimmed bush as he kept trying to find his extra sweet spot.

Which didn't take much longer. The rough texture familer to his fingers as he pushed aginst his walls, making a 'Come Heather' motion, as he shook with pleasure. His shirt falling from his mouth as he moaned out not careing if anyone was even at the office he just wanted to cum.

His coil inside his abdomen tightened with each tug and thrust, each soft whimpering moan brought him closer and closer to orgasum as his vocals grew, so did his urge to cum.

The way he dug his fingers deeper inside of him, shaking when he felt himself rub and scrape against his G-Spot inside while gently squeezing his small cock. He kept moaning, whing, the wet sounds and squelshes as he fingered himself drove himself wild. He could hear the wetness growing as the sounds filled the air. The burning feeling made him wither as he cried out more. Moaning loudly as he felt the knot inside him growing, tightening as his movements became more hated, rushed. The walls felt like he was burning, and the spot he kept rubbing against felt extra rough now.

Finally, when he broke the coil, feeling it snap inside of him like a worn out rubber band, he couldn't help but go silent. Body shaking as he felt contractions go haywire inside. He clamped down on his fingers unable to even move them. His mind going blank as a page as he mindlessly rubbed himself harder to ride out his much needed organism, before letting out a screaming moan, crying out into the night air as he rode out his high.

Back arching in his chair as he shook throwing his head back weeping tears of joyous pleasure as he came so hard he forgot where he was. Vision white as his ears rang, feeling his chest heave while he let out silent moans(even if they were loud he was temporarily deaf from pleasure) soft colorful stars splotches clouded his vision as he slowly regained his senses.

Tears streaming down his face, body shaking as he whimpered in his chair, hand drenched in slick, as his clit still throbbed making his whole pussy feel sore like he'd gone for 8 rounds on a to big dildo. He felt heavenly, and sticky.

Time seemed to finally catch up with him. It was 12am...he felt...amazing truthfully. He's sure Teri would be worried about him, but he was just..so...God damn horny. He hoped she'd forgive him as he tried to regain all sence of...well everything and what remained of his discarded dignity.

Jack slowly, gently pulled his fingers out of himself, the ringing in his ears slowed so he could hear the wet squelches and pop as he exited himself. His eyes felt heavy with need for sleep, and his body felt sore all over like he'd gotten his ass kicked.

He laid his head back in his chair, shakily lowering his legs with a soft thud onto the ground as his shoes echoed on the floor. It made him wonder if you could hear the dripping hit the floor..probably.

While catching his breath, eyes closed for just a moment he unfortunately found himself fast asleep. His head was spinning with exhaustion as he promised hinself he'd close them for just a few minutes only to ultiamently succumb to sleep looking like a mess one might add.

Hair messy, as he had one hand over the side of the chair as the other on his stomach. A clear view of his bush and happy tail on show for anyone to see. Legs still pushed apart, spread out, showing off his still dripping wet, shaky vag as he slept with his mouth agape gently snoring.

Now if you asked him, he'd say it was all some vivid wet dream, within another vivid wet dream. Becuse when he awake he was at home, horny, wet as ever, and once again cuddling up to Teri who scolding him playfully about how horny he was.

If you asked Teri, she'd just give you a look.

...if you asked Tony what he heard that late night at the CTU office building, he'd say "Nothing." If you asked him what he saw, he'd say, "Jack doing paperwork...." but really he had the pleasure of stumbling on his friend, sprawled out in their chair, fast asleep and well....Tony didn't want Jack to be seen like that at work, so he just took him home, pretend he didn't hear his moans all though the night, or cries of pleasure, or the fact he saw him with his pants literly down.

Or...that he saw what Jack really had to offer. It at least explained a few very very minor small things, namely why he was acting the way he was today. Tony mentally wanted to make a period joke, then realized Jack really did have a case of blue balls- but it was more of a, "I'm so wet I'm gonna murder people" than blue balls.

"He fell asleep from work Teri," He'd lie to his wife as he carried a still passed out Jack into his own home, "You know how he is..." and it's ture, he did fall asleep from work. He worked very hard today just like he did any other day..

He did fall asleep from working to hard...

Among other things.

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[queenofthedamnedlostboys]

I have made my mind up...

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

#david tlb #kiefer sutherland #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #vampire #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #marko tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #michael tlb

[sunkendreams]

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.

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[prettywhenibleed]

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖊, 𝕴 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗! (It's True, I Swear!)

Fem!Reader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.

Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.

And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.

TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.

I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.

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[zoi-no-miko]

Any day you can write a character saying "I know I can't suck the curse out through his dick" is a good writing day.

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[poketnife69]

Hi :) can you do ace merrill x f!reader?

where him and reader are out with the cobras and ace won’t stop whispering in her ear, touching her and being clingy.

Totally get it if you don’t want to or if you can’t get the inspo for it

Broken Barriers

Ace Merrill x fem!reader

WARNINGS : Swearing, but other than that just full on fluff

NOTE : Hi it's me again! This is my second fanfic on this blog, and I just wanna say that I appreciated the people who heart and reblogged my first one, really means a lot to me more than anything even if only a few people followed me. Again if I missed anything ( grammar, spelling, etc. ) please let me know! Also yeah it's kinda short again so apologies for that!

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It was a Friday afternoon, and you and the cobras were chilling out in the fields after a long day of causing trouble and chaos around Castle Rock, you sat on the car's trunk and took a sip of your drink as you watched the boys do their own thing. Ace sat beside you smoking a cigarette while having an arm wrapped around you and his thumb gently caressing your shoulder, you hadn't noticed his deep gaze on you until now.

"Hold on you've got a strand of hair on your face" he takes that same strand of hair and tucks it up behind your ear and places both hands on the sides of your face. "Beautiful.. " he whispers, this caused your face to turn a bright tomato red as a smirk spreads across Ace's face.

Normally he wouldn't have been this clingy and affectionate with you especially when he had to uphold his whole bad boy persona, I mean he did have a reputation to keep ( and by that I mean being a rebel or a menace to society ) . But since you guys were in an empty field with the whole cobra gang he didn't see it as much as a problem, they would've teased him for sure.. But they knew better than to mess with Ace.

The sun started to set and everyone had to go back to their humbled homes, and like the gentleman that he is Ace offered to drive you back just to make sure you 'didn't get murdered' or something, it was kind of funny but you knew he was just looking out for you.

Eventually, you both arrived at your destination and sat in silence, you turned your head to face him when suddenly he pulled you in for a kiss. He placed his hand behind your head as he pulled you deeper into the kiss, it was rough yet passionate, and it gave you a warm feeling inside.. Feeling of comfort and neediness..

You slowly pulled away having both your lips apart, staring into each other's eyes once more. "Can't you just stay at my place for tonight? You can make up some excuse to your folks about having a sleepover with a friend." Ace said as he still held your face, "You know I can't do that Ace, besides I got some chores to do, plus my dad is starting to suspect something." you said.

It wasn't a lie though that your father had started to get suspicious about you hanging out with Ace, you knew your dad hated him and at a given moment he would've marched out of the house with a shotgun. But Ace didn't give a shit, he wanted you and nothing else.

"Well that's a shame, we would've been able to cuddle up on my couch.. Or maybe a little more than cuddling.." He whispered out the last, you smacked his shoulder playfully as you scolded him "Ace you fucking perv!".

He chuckled and pulled you back in for one last kiss, though this time it was shorter as you pulled him away breaking the kiss. "Alright Romeo I think it would be best if you get going, we don't want my parents coming out of the door and seeing your car parked in front of our house, especially us making out in it. " you said as you pecked him on the cheek.

As you got out of the car and made your way to your front door you turned around one last time to see Ace giving you one of his charming smiles and drove off, it was a perfect timing though seemingly that your parents had sensed your arrival and opened the front door revealing you.

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[michael-after-hours]

First Time for Everything

Summary: Ace Merrill isn't unlike everyone else in aspects of he's always had a first time for everything in his life, even if he tries so hard to deny he ever had a first experience with anything.

His most recent and jarring experience is with Richard 'Eyeball' Chambers, his best friend and the real leader of their little gang.

Warning: mentions of past child abuse and child neglect, underage drinking and smoking(it's stand by me we should know these fellas aren't quite adults yet) homophobic language (it's like the 50s), Ace being a typical asshole, mental breakdowns. Mentions of self-harm, and mentions of losing a loved one. Child abuse, bullying, it... it's ace merrill...he can only be oh-so nice.

Notes: I just think they're kinda fruity✨

Ace Merrill always had his issues, his ups and downs, highs and lows in life. While contradictory to what he spews and boast, he's fallen on his ass screaming and crying for help more times than he has tripped and walked it off.

Ace was only five years old when he was back handed by his father for "Being too loud". He still feels the sting of it, how he fell to the ground and a ways away from his father.

He remembers his mother rushing to pick him up and scolding his father only for her to get back handed as well and take Ace with her to his bedroom. That was the first time he was ever back handed.

Ace was only eight when he was picked up by his pants and nap of his shirt, then chunked into the water by an older cousin.

He couldn't swim yet and was trying to teach himself to fish while at a lake house of a relatives for the thanksgiving holidays. Screaming and crying, wailing gasping on water.

He went under three times and only came up a fourth time after an Uncle jumped in to get him. He was eight the first time he nearly drowned, and thankfully the last time.

Ace was ten when he was left at school alone for three hours. His mother was in the hospital due to sickness, and his father off too drunk to remember to pick him up.

He told the ladies at the front office someone was coming to get him, and he didn't need to ride the bus home...only to walk the long long walk home.

It was a crisp autumn evening, the sun vanishing quickly and the walk to his house had no lights and he didn't have anything to ride home on.

Hot wet tears stained his face that day he dragged himself home, scared, alone and hungry and let himself in the house that was left abandoned for the night. He was ten the firs time that happened, but it wouldn't be the last.

Ace was thirteen when he was offered a ride home during winter.

A boy named Richard Chambers, a smile that was so warm it could've melted the snow, and a laugh so intoxicating it made Ace smile.

He rode a little bicycle, ruby red, an "Early Christmas gift" from his relatives down south who couldn't make the trip this year for him. It has room for someone to stand on the back.

"I normally take my little brother home, but he went home with some friends, and you live near me!" He happily told him.

Ace gladly accepted the offer and held on tight to Richard as they went up and down the large hills. Ace basked in how it felt like they were gliding, flying down the long stretches of hills and oh how he and Richard laughed and ran out of breath when they got to Ace's house. He was thirteen when he made his first ever friend.

Ace was fifteen when he experienced his first major loss in life. His mother passed away from her illness.

Ace didn't actually know what she passed away from, none of them really did. She would get more clumsy and forgetful, pass out more and more, nearly caught the house on fire....

The doctors said it was a stress induced illness. so ace took it upon himself to help her more. he learned to cook, clean, do laundry, wash dishes properly, how to keep the house tidy, and do his school work, and have dinner done in time for his lousy father to get home. 

The stress free environment was never stress free however, since his father loved using him and his Mother as his punching bags after a bad day, and everyday was a bad day to that man.Ace swears he put his mother in an early grave, and he was fifteen when he lost the only person to ever protect him, he was fifteen when he vowed to hurt his father for taking away his mother. It was the first time he ever lost someone he truly loved. 

Ace was fifteen when Richard joined him at the funeral. It was spring and beautiful, the perfect time for his mother to pass. "You said she always did love spring, now she'll be immortalized in it." Richard told Ace.

"What do you mean?" he croaked out, voice weak from the crying he'd been doing for the past week.

"On you know, every time you think of her, you'll think of spring, and how beautiful it is, and how nice the flowers are....That's what I do when I think of my aunt, the flowers of spring on her grave.." Richard always had a way with words, and the words made Ace cry again, and just as the fresh tears fell from his face and a sob broke out of his mouth and echoed in the still silence of the funeral, you could hear thunder and the sound of rain starting to pour down on the church while Ace wailed his heart out for his Mother. The stormy gloomy weather matching his mood. It was the first time he felt a hole in his heart and wailed until he couldn't talk. 

Ace was sixteen when he learned how to replace a razor blade on his shaving razors. Ace learned quick how sharp they are and how you have to be careful with them, or how you can easily hurt yourself by accident on them. He learned that pants covered up bruises and cuts, and during the winter months when he dawns long sleeves for warmth no one questions it.

Ace learned that the thighs were the best and easiest place to cut, and how to pinch the skin. He learned having a scolding hot shower or bath that turned him a pretty pink made him bleed more. He learned the relaxation that would come with hurting himself. He was seventeen when he hurt himself to feel a litlte something. It was the first but not the last time he hurt himself on purpose.

Ace was seventeen when he felt the world collapse beneath him. He was told to get his shit together or it was off to the military with him by his Father's wrathful hands.

He discovered the joys of drinking, and smoking not just a month earlier, along with the joy of cutting and stabbing. He was seventeen when his father broke a bottle over his head and pushed Ace out of the house.

He was seventeen when his father pushed him out of a moving car at night and made Ace limp home.

He was seventeen when Richard found him....crying by the lake, and offered him his hand and a shoulder to cry on.

Ace was seventeen when his father skipped town suddenly, leaving Ace to live home alone, and with his uncle....who ran the junkyard. He was seventeen when he stabbed someone, and did a damn good job of hiding the body.

It was the first time he killed someone, and hopefully the last.

Ace was Eighteen when life got better again. Richard had formed a gang, or as he called it "A group of the local outcast Ace" and outcast they were.

Drinking, stealing, threatening, vandalizing, raising hell and smoking a pack a day nearly. They all got names that weren't their own. Ace was no one, he was John Merrill, but now? Now he was Ace...

He was special, everyone wanted an Ace for a full deck of cards, people would love and adore Ace. He was Ace Merrill, and he kicked Richard off the pedestal of leader and appointed himself the new leader, calling Richar, "Eyeball". Why? His eyes did this adorable twitch, that made Ace chuckle every time he watched his eyes wiffle and droop, twitch and make him shake his head.

He was eighteen when the cobra gang formed. It was the first time he felt alive.

Ace was eighteen again when he got a girlfriend. She only lasted about a month? Maybe two...Ace kept her around as eye candy, she was some cheerleader chick the guys bragged about who gave good favors in return for cigarettes and booz.

She was hung up on Ace like he hung the moon itself but he couldn't stand her in his lap. Or how she giggled, he hated her, she filled him with a blind rage so much so he back handed her in front of everyone one night. Screaming at her to "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!!" Well she didn't like that and broke up with him, and none of the guys really agreed with it. He didn't care he brushed it off.....

Until Richard pointed it out. "Ace...hey man....your acting like my dad..." His dad, Mr Fucking Chambers....no better than Ace's now dead and gone dad. Ace thinks thats the first time he really truly felt bad for hurting someone, if only due to it concerned tone from Richard. 

Ace was on his seventh bottle of beer and nearly done with his pack of cigarettes when he realized how shaky he felt. How he couldn't breath, how the world spinning and seemed loud around him.

How his skin felt tight and how nothing felt like he was really there and living.

The cold air of autumn felt colder than before but welcoming, and he felt hot and sweaty, he fell off the porch steps he was on and stumbled around aimlessly before falling to his knees, unaware and oblivious to his surroundings. Ace could feel himself breathing heavy as his heart pounded in his ears before he felt like he was puking out sobs with how they didn't want to come out.

Gagging and choking on them before he wailed and screamed. He still doesn't know why just that he had clawed at his arms so badly they were red and a few spots bloodied. He remembers the coldness of that night and then the warmth and reassurance of being rocked and soothed. He couldn't breath until later and apologized profusely. It was his first, and not his last breakdown.

It wasn't until the cold harsh winter that would cover the ground in snow rolled around that Ace had to dial a lot of things back and realize a few things. He and the boys....

Didn't ever do anything during winter. Spring thought mid Autumn was their peak rebellion time, of being horrible. Winter? No one wanted to get to wild, they drank more and smoked more, flirted more and went out to diners and stole a bit more on occasion, but mostly it was a "Buckle down for school" time sadly.

Ace...ace wasn't doing good in school. How bad was it? .....He was getting by with the skin of his teeth levels bad. So here he was at the kitchen table, getting tutored from Richard in math and biology.

"So you have reading down, and spelling, history is perfect...Hey you should do that!" Richard was going through the study rubric of what all Ace was good with, so far he sucked ass with math and biology. "Do what?" Ace spoke dryly as he got up for a beer, popping the cap off as it fell onto the counter with a little tink sound.

"Go do something with history! You love the stuff, even when Mrs Johnson says your being a lazy screw off you pop off to her the right stuff! Stuff we never even know about!" Richard had that beautiful warm smile that got Ace to crack a small one before slumping in his chair.

It was the first time he considered life outside of Castlerock.

Winter break rolled around, and ace Somehow passed midterms of "See what you know" with flying colours except in math. His biology improved! But...math still suffered severely he didn't care much though. "So why are you so good with history and reading anyways Ace? Of all the things, i'd always expect you to be bad at those...no offence."

Richard always spoke the truth when it was just the two of them, and while they were once again at Ace's house, this time he was making homemade hot chocolate, yes homemade hot chocolate, for the two of them, it felt...odd. "Hmm? Oh uhhh...mom, she always...She always read big books to me, and would hold me as we listened to those radio dramas you know.." He vaguely explained as he stirred the pot holding the warm coco.

"You never talk about her...she was so sweet, why dont you talk about her Ace?" Richard seemed genuinely curious, and Ace couldn't fault him nor blame him for that. He didn't say anything just poured the hot coco into two mugs for them both, it wasn't until after he poured them he realized it was the quote on quote 'wedding' mugs his mom got for her and his father, back when they were happily married that is.

It was just matching mugs, Something with flowers...If you placed the mugs just so, next to each other it would make a cute heart.

"I just...She was...I just don't like living in the past." He stated. "You barely live in the now Ace...it doesn't hurt to talk about the past I mean..don't you ever wonder where your dad is?" Ace snapped, he didn't even mean to he just did. "HE'S IN THE GROUND WHERE HE BELONGS!" A loud bang on the table, shaking it as some coco swirled, then spilled over the sides, and a choked gasping cry left him as he covered his mouth shaking.

"...John....Hey...I'm sure that's true but...It's okay, he deserves it...come here." Ace wasn't budging and so Richard pulled the chair to him, the sound echoed in the house as it skid across the hardwood floors, and stopped when he was thigh to thigh with Richard. It was the first time he talked about his past, but not the last.

on one of them..his first one, the rest he neglected, or shoved off and away until they left him.

"Yeah im gonna get heeaaad~!!!" This made both of the boys burst into side holding laughter. Barely able to contain themselves from such a shit joke about getting head from some chick. "Okey, okey, really tho...like making out...you gonna kiss her?" Ace got slightly serious after their fit of laughter.

"....Ace I don't know how to kiss a girl.." This took Ace aback. He always thought Richard was more of a ladies man...least he saw him as such. He was handsome, sweet, a bit of well a dick at times but that added to his charm Ace felt. "Oh...that's okey, I haven't either." He foolishly confessed to him.

"You've had more girlfriends than me and haven't even kissed one!! HA! Fucking fairy!" Richard was laughing hysterically again as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. "Hey! Your one to talk! Least I've had some! You barely got the town whore to kiss your cheek! Fucking Jennett McNEeeeerrrr that CUNT what a biitch.." This earned Ace the pleasant sound of Richard wheezing from laughter, and Ace was going him soon after.

"FUuuck mee! Oh Ace...fuck man, uggh...okey...I have an idea though...why not practice on eachother?" Ace burst into more fits of laughter until his eyes fully fell on Richard who seemed dead serious and had that sly grin on his face.

"...Really? Thats faggy.." He stated taking another swig from his bottle. "Yeah, and? You wanna be good at kissing girls? What are you a pansy?" Without a moment's notice Ace took another swig of his drink and launched himself at Richard.

Half on him, half off, hands cupping his face as he pulled him towards him and littered sloppy breathless kisses all over his lips. Richard joined quickly as he dropped his bottle and pushed Ace on the grass cupping the blond's face as he moaned and whined into the kiss. It went on for what felt like hours but it quickly died when they pulled away for air. "You taste really good..." Richard breathed out. "Yeah you too..." Ace returned to him, panting and realizing they had a lot saliva over their lips and face. Seems they were a bit messy with this whole kissing thing.

"Wanna go again?" Richard barely had time to gather himself before Ace was back ontop him kissing him deeply and letting a few giggles escape them both as they started tussling on the grass.

It was a month til Summer, and just four days before Graduation. Ace was sitting in the Principles office, leg bouncing up and down as his right hand covered his mouth, the other held a death grip on his bag. 

Something about his grades and passing, he was terrified. He didnt want to be held back again, he dididn'tant to be alone again, he dididn'tant to deal with any of them at all. 

"Merrill John? Come here now please" Oh he felt sick, he could feel his lunch wanting to come out the way it went down. He felt sweaty yet was freezing to death, his heart was pounding, and his breaths were severely uneven.

"So John, take a seat," He fell into the chair in the small office. Looking around seeing normal things. Books, files, couple plants, small trinkets, normal office no different than the counsellors. "So You have been doing wonderful in History, as well as English which is good! Your Science/biology has greatly improved to where your passing.....now your math." Oh god.

Oh god no, not the math, it cant be that of all fucking things, MATH!? That will be his downfall he SWEARS! MATH! OF ALL THINGS!!!

"It's still quite low, but the good news is-" He didnt hear the Principle, he already dropped his bag and pulled the trashcan that was in his office to vomit into. Gagging a few time before his lunch came up. 

"Christ almighty Merrill! Now! Do you need the nurse before we continue? John! God son calm down, your not failing!! You passed math! The grading period is done! You passed!! Your extra curricular dont count towards graduating calm down!!! Go To the nurse! Take the can with you!!" Ace gave an extremely weak nod before puking again, he couldn't help it sadly. All this stress, all this anxiety and worry came out in the form of him sweating and puking, better than crying and weeping he supposed. 

He did get to lay down for a bit in the Nurse's office with an ice pack, so that was nice, and Richard took him out as congratulations for passing math finally.

"Took you til graduation but hey! You made it!!"

He did..he did make it didnt he?

Graduation went as well as anyone could have predicted. Which was shockingly well! Ace wasn't even the trouble maker there! It was some other guy named Adam....who thought it would be funny to steal a few awards and hide them, making everyone sit around for an extra hour.

Ace and Richard didnt mind, sneaking close  to eachother to talk and make fun of everyone, already reminiscing about thier prom that they barely attended, and what all they would be doing after graduating.

"thinking about getting a job out of town maybe...or in town and moving one day." Richard told him. "Yeah? sounds good...sounds good..." Ace told him. "What about you Ace?" "Hmmm? Oh uhh...I dont know...maybe work at the mechanics shop for a bit...." He wanted to go with Richard, where he went he wanted to follow, where he would go he wanted to be there with him. Where Richard went he wanted to be there home, to welcome him, or vise vera.

"Im gonna miss our study days.." Ace weakly confessed. "Dont have to! Might go to college and we can help eachother!" Collage...he forgot all about that, college...oh what would he do with College? What would he go to school for..  "Heh..yeah college..yeah...." the conversation ended quickly after as everyone was ushered into the Gymnazium where graduation was being held. 

Richard passed with a very high score, all things considered, and Ace passed with an Honors in history and english...

He passed with honours in two of his classes...

The summer was hot as always, even when it was heading back into fall, but while speeding down a strip of the well known and worn path of Castlerock, hte Cobra gang was once again rasing hell for one last time, yelling, screaming, causing hell for one last time. 

Why the last time? Well Ace was starting work soon, as was Richard, and they found a college the next town over, offered dormitories, and thier work would be in that town. So this was the last time to raise hell before making the long drives to work and start college. 

The summer was full of swimming, fun, fights, more theft, and of course, Richard and Ace being together constantly. That brat of Richard's brother even joined them a few times.

As the day was winding down to a final end, and everyone was dropped off, Richard stuck with Ace walking with him to his house. "So...You wanna admit it?" He asked out of the blue. "Admit what?" Ace sounded confused as he said this. "Admit that your a homo, a fairy like my brother teased you about~" Ace could deal with meny meny things, but Richard getting that chim in his voice? He couldn't ever deal with it. "NO! Im not!! Fucking door won't open!" Ace always fumbled whenever Richard made him flustered, he couldn't help it the guy had him wrapped around him like string. 

"Come onnn~ Admit it Acey!" He leaned against the door nearly pinning Ace against the door as he gave him a quick little kiss. 

"Im not!!" Ace finally got the door open and rushed inside with Richard following closely behind. "I think you are! We always make out! Kiss! I know you've gotten off to me and well come on what guys moan each others names and give each other hand jobs Ace!?!" Richard had a very valid point to all that..

"Its not! Its! Its not! Not!!! Its only faggy if you fuck another guy!!" Ace was red now. "Oh so you giving me head in the car at lovers peak doesn't mean anything~" Oh he had a point.. "NO! IT! No it doesn't!! You have to...to penetrate them...you know...like with girls.." Ace told him.

"Well i mean...we got time, got all night, next week we start getting ready for collage~ dont see why not...Come onnn John!!" Ace didnt sya anything he just stared at a spot on the floor while leaning up against the wall. He wasn't expecting this tonight.

"I dont know..." He softly spoke out. "I'll be gentle! i wont hurt you!" "Yeah but we dont even know how to do that! Why do you think we've stuck with hand jobs! And Whos gonna penetrate who Dick!" Ace was yelling and more scared and anxious than anything, "How about I take care of you on the bed doll~" "NO! Not tonight no!! fucking goddamn whisky always makes you a horndog!" It didnt take Ace long to march upstairs to his room.

"There's a first for eveything you know Richard..." Ace sighed out and laid by Richard. Both glowing in the aftermath of thier orgasms, thier first, penetrate orgasm at that. "Yeah...yeah there is....fuck..." Ace recovered fairly fast from his orgasm, and was smoking, while Richard laid our catching his breath. "What do you mena theres a first for eveything?" Richard asked him. "Oh you know....first time to fall, first time to hurt yourself, first time to....lose someone..first time to...smoke, to drink, to nearly drown, to kill, to...to everything." He had a sour taste in his mouth suddenly. "First time to love~ First time to fall in love and last time, first time to kiss the most handsome guy in all of Castlerock, first time to moan your name and you mine, first time to go on a date, first time to cuddle~" Richard was curling up on Ace dragging him down to get him to go to bed with him and put his cigarette out.

Ace gave in and put it out before cosying up against Richard in the bed.

There really was a first for everything wasn't there?

#stand by me #ace merrill #stand by me fanfic #ace merrill fanfic #fic #ace x eyeballs #ace x richard #i dont remember their weirdly cutesy shipname.... #not beta read at alllll #kiefer fans come get yalls JUICE #kiefer sutherland #i want this fic SEEN DAMNIT #fact! ace merrils name is john...and he was only 16 when he tormented the bkys in the film!! i had lkts to do and go off of✨️✨️

[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 ✨

#music prompts #january 2024 music prompts #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #john wick fanfiction #imagine #keanu reeves fanfiction #santino d'antonio fanfic #hozier fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction #alexander skarsgard fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #the x files fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #neo fanfiction #constantine fanfiction #geralt of rivia fanfiction #loki fanfiction #thomas sharpe fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfiction

[nerdygirly]

I’m actually starving for a Jack Bauer fanfic😿 I keep falling in love with old shows without fanfiction’s😾

#jack bauer #kiefer sutherland #plz write a Jack Bauer fanfic #24 #24 hours

[mellybaggins]

Fantasy Casting for Oathbreaker

Original Characters

Updated for Chapter 43

Morwen/Idril

Amdír

Kyra

Lindir

Miral

Varë

Cúrunin

Sarric (Idril's father)

Darfiel (Idril's Mother)

Keldan

Nellas

#bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #fan casting #fantasy casting #fanfic casting #rachel weisz #tom hiddleston #Valarie Rae Miller #nana visitor #kiefer sutherland #colin farrell #gillian anderson #siddig el fadil #alexander siddig #lena headey #josh holloway #florence pugh

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @fangsandroses, @onedirectionlovers2014, @cryptic-michael

warnings: age gap, hunger games, swearing

AN: yeah yeah yeah. Here we go. Another series. Welcome to the hunger games with president snow between district twelve victors.

I stood with the other 17 year old girls and bit my lip. Effie trinket was getting ready to read the name of the male tribute from district 12 and I was distracted by the image of president snow watching the reaping live from the capitol.

“Blaze jay.” Effie called out. A young boy stepped out and walked up to the platform. Snow clapped politely on the screen and my attention was drawn back to the platform as effie announced she was picking the female tribute.

”may the odds be ever in your favor.” My neighbor whispered. I crossed my fingers and bit my lip harder. I could feel blood pool in my mouth as I did.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Effie called out. My lip twitched and as I stepped out of line to walk up, I dipped my finger into my mouth. Trying to make it look like I was going to whistle, I pulled it out and went to paint a sinister red onto my lips. I could see snow shift in his seat as I came into view and I held my head high as I took my spot next to Effie. She was staring at me, a look of both awe and disgust on her face. “Ladies and gentlemen, your tributes from district twelve!” She called out when she seemed to snap out of it. I stared out at district twelve as they stayed silent. It was the same routine every year. A peacekeeper grabbed my arm and dragged me off to the train.

“Who’d you piss off?” Blaze asked after we picked ourselves off the floor of our compartment. I rubbed my arm where I had fallen on it.

“damned if I know.” I said back, walking over to the drinks cart and pulling an ice cube out of the container. I rubbed it against my lips, using the container as a mirror to watch the blood drip down my face. “thinking of leaving this. Effie would have a fit but it’d be a good look to come into the capitol with don’t you think?” I asked, turning around to see a horror stricken Effie and blaze struggling to contain his laughter. “Hi Effie.”

“you will wipe that off at once!” She shrieked. I didn’t move. She made a noise and moved to push past me. “Fine. If you want the capitol to see you as nothing more than a disturbed tribute from twelve that’s your choice. But without a mentor, it’s my job to make you presentable. Show them that you are not just district and can become something more.” I threw myself into a seat and frowned at her.

“something more?” I scoffed. “More than a sacrifice to snow?” Effie rolled her eyes.

“More than just a tribute. You do know they are allowed to send in supplies don’t you?” I nodded. “Well you won’t get anything if you go out in the capitol looking like that.” She waved a hand in my direction. I raised an eyebrow at her and shifted in my seat to let my legs dangle over the arm of the chair. That earned me another noise and it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“that’s for the stylist to deal with. Not you Effie.” I shot back. “Besides if I remember correctly, Lucy grey baird went into the arena after not being fed or bathed for little over a week. And president snow was her mentor.” Effie bowed her head at the mention of the last victor from twelve. “So there you have it. Let them take care of me in the capitol.” Effie gave up and blaze snorted before attacking the buffet table. I continued to watch the world pass by outside as we traveled through the districts. Lines of people were on the platforms in each district we stopped in, trying to get a glimpse of the tributes. When we reached the captiol, blaze and I stood at the window. We waved to the people waiting for us at the station and followed Effie when we were ushered out of our compartment. I looked up at the tribute tower as we were ushered in.

“we’re on the top floor. Each district gets its own floor. One starts at the bottom which means we get the…” Effie paused as she led us in. My eyes widened momentarily as they settled on president snow in front of us. “President snow. It’s an honor sir.” Effie curtsied and snow looked a little out of place as he nodded to her.

“These must be the tributes from twelve.” He intoned. “Welcome to the capitol.” Blaze and I stared at him. Snow raised an eyebrow but shook off our non compliance. “I do hope you find the accommodations to your liking. This is the first year we are having tributes stay here. Normally it’s just the mentors but give than some districts don’t have any…” snow trailed off as he looked me over. I saw a gleam in his eye and we made eye contact and I raised an eyebrow. Everyone knew the story of how he had shaped Lucy grey into a winner only for her to disappear just before the next reaping, leaving twelve with no mentor. “We thought maybe the tributes would like to enjoy it instead.” Blaze was looking around the lobby while Effie looked like she was trying not to pass out or do something else. I stared down snow the best I could, glad I didn’t take effies advice and wipe off the blood. Snow couldn’t seem to stop looking at my lips, a small frown on his face as he seemed to remember what I had done.

“I assure you sir. The tributes are most grateful. But i must insist we head up to our floor. So much to do you see.” Effie cut in, almost nervous to do it.

“ah yes. The make overs.” Snow said. His eyes lingered on me again. “I do hope they don’t do anything to take away the natural beauty of twelve.” A shiver went down my back as Effie ushered us into the elevator. The last I saw of snow was a smile directed at me before the doors closed.

#kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic #Kiefer Sutherland x reader #president snow #president snow x reader #president snow fanfic #President snow fanfiction #President snow imagine #Coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfic #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #The Falling of snow #The falling of snow series

[charlizekkelly]

bikes & blood; chapter XI

{poly!lost boys x oc}

word count: 3106 rating: explicit chapter warnings: mentions of death and dead bodies, touchy Paul and Marko, victim hunting David and Dwayne, alcohol...overall my favourite chapter :D (again, I'm sorry if the warnings are shitty but this fic IS DARK!!) bikes & blood masterlist

tag list(feel free to leave a comment if you want to be added to the list <3) : @henhouse-horrors @dickspaghettii

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝—𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬.

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A distant eighties track gilded across the night and through the tree line, orange-yellow light of a flickering bonfire danced across the cream-coloured sand as people crowded around the shoreline; dancing around the fire to the music that drifted across the star-filled sky. Some drank from stubbies, while others passed a bottle of alcohol back and forth amongst themselves.

A group of people danced to the music that blasted from a large, well-loved boombox; the stereo eliciting a smile across Amara's face. Fold-out chairs, driftwood logs or the occasional upturned barrel were occupied by party-goers who were content with the company of their alcohol of choice. The rumble of the group's bikes ceased as they cut their engines in sync—David's cool stare searing into those unlucky enough to capture his attention from the moonlit tree line.

Paul quickly clambered off of his bike. A brilliant grin etched into his face as he giddily helped Amara off of his bike the moment he cut the engine. Amara's heart stuttered within her chest as she turned and found David's gaze on those of the two blondes that stood beside her. Marko's ever-silent footsteps making it impossible for Amara to know when exactly he ended up beside her.

"Remember what we're here for, boys," David warned, throwing a pointed glance in Paul and Marko's direction before he dismounted his bike and strode off towards the shadow blanketed tree line.

Amara waited until she was sure the platinum blonde could no longer hear her before she spoke. Leaning forward as though whatever she was about to say was some well-kept secret. "What's the actual plan of attack, boys?"

Dwayne hesitated as he moved to walk away, peering back over his shoulder at Amara with those deep brown eyes. "Be careful."

"Aw, Marko, did you hear that? Dwayne's concerned about our safety." Paul uttered cheekily, snickering as the brunette rolled his eyes and disappeared in the opposite direction that David had gone.

Amara playfully swatted Paul's side as she fought to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble past her lips. Marko watched on, utterly bemused, fingerless gloves brought up to his face as he subconsciously gnawed at the skin of his thumb. His hazel-eyed stare analysed the pair carefully as Paul playfully shoved Amara back; snickering as Amara stumbled and bumped into the sandy-haired blonde beside her.

Marko shook his head with merriment, interlacing their fingers together as he grabbed Amara's hand and began leading her toward the flickering flames of the bonfire. Paul traipsed beside Amara; arm slung across the top of her shoulders, all the while, his Atlantic-blue eyes scrutinised each party-goer with sinister interest.

Cataloguing each little gesture, quirk and conversation within his mind as Marko continued to lead Amara closer to the blazing fire and dancing throng of people. Paul snatched up an unopened bottle of whiskey from the floor, unscrewing the lid with nimble fingers before bringing the mouth of the bottle up to his nose; inhaling the sharp, malty smelling liquor.

Amara arched an eyebrow as the two shared a look over the top of her head. Marko's gaze expectant as he awaited some silent verdict that Paul had yet to decide. Their pace never faltering as the tall, rocker look alike brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips, swallowing a mouthful of the amber coloured liquor before he passed the bottle to Amara with a daring gleam to his eyes. Marko's attention focused on Amara in the corner of his eye, waiting to see if she'd be game enough to down the amber liquid.

Amara eyed the glass bottle within her hand, weighing up whether this was the smartest decision for the night. Fawn-brown eyes darted from one blonde to the other as they watched her patiently—Marko's words echoing throughout her head as Amara's stare came to rest on him. The curly-haired biker stood an arm's length away, his fingers laced with her own. Those charming hazel eyes locked upon Amara's face as he waited as patiently as he had done by the cliff.

Marko's expression was nothing but calm, leisurely waiting, as though he had all the time in the world. Amara glanced over towards Paul. His expression as calm and carefree as Marko's. The cool glass of the bottle rested firmly within Amara's grasp; the neck of the bottle clasped between her fist as the two watched Amara with bated breath. Pushing all her worries to the side, Amara brought the mouth of the bottle up to her lips. The sharp smell of the whiskey searing her nose as Amara tipped the bottle back and swallowed a mouthful.

Nose screwing up with distaste as a warm feeling filled Amara's chest and the amber liquid burned the back of her throat, eyes watering as though she'd spent too long chopping onions. Paul patted Amara's back softly, biting his lip as if it'd keep him from laughing—sky-blue eyes dancing with mirth as he peered down at Amara, a proud grin spreading across his face as Amara passed the bottle to Marko.

"You know, we practically kissed just then," Paul announced after a beat of silence, a cheeky grin across his face as he waggled his eyebrows at Amara.

Amara blinked up at him, fighting a losing battle against the smile that threatened to bloom across her face as she rolled her eyes at the dirty-blonde haired biker. Nudging his side with her elbow playfully as Marko chuckled softly in amusement; Paul's exaggerated yelp of pain filling Amara's ears as Marko brought the bottle to his lips and swallowed a mouthful.

"I guess we all just kissed then. Hey, Paul?" Marko taunted as he passed the bottle back to Paul.

Amara snickered as Paul breathed out a huff of feigned annoyance. The retriever-like blonde poked Amara's side as though it'd stop the laughter that spilled from her lips. "It's not that funny." Paul all but whined, pouting as Marko's laughter joined with Amara's.

Amara shook her head, fighting to quell the bout of laughter. "It's your reaction that makes it so funny." Amara sucked in a breath of air as she gnawed at the skin of her bottom lip, quelling the laughter that bubbled within the back of her throat. "Your face dropped like someone had just taken your favourite toy away from you."

"Man, you looked like a kicked puppy," Marko stated, releasing Amara's hand as he grasped Paul's shoulder in a playful grip.

Paul muttered something beneath his breath, bringing the bottle of whiskey back to his lips. Tipping his head up to the sky as he swallowed a mouthful of the liquor. Marko and Amara shared a look. The laughter they had pushed aside spilling past their lips as the two snickered at the pouting blonde's expense. Marko's arm wrapped around Amara's shoulder as the heat from the fire ghosted across her skin the closer they came to the heaped pile of wood. Flames licked at the wood pile, filling the fire-lit beach with soft popping and snapping sounds that mingled with the eighties hits that blasted from the boombox.

People cheered, staggered, danced and slurred the lyrics to the music coming from the boombox. Men and women alike shoving all of their worries to the depths of their minds as they soaked in the pulsing music and salt-riddled air—partying to their heart's content without so much as a backward glance.

And, for the first time in Amara's life.

She wanted to join them.

***

The stars danced in the inky depths of the sky, firelight illuminating the sandy beach. All the while, music drifted upon the salt-riddled breeze of the night. Elation rippled through Amara like waves; threatening to pull her under as she tipped her head up to the sky, her hair cascading down her back as her laugh rang out across the night

Paul and Marko danced beside the girl, truly lost within the moment as they too soaked up the thrill of the night; hazel and blue eyes alike marvelling at Amara's ease around them. The two blondes knew David watched them from the edge of the tree line—his cool stare searing into the sides of their heads from across the beach—and yet, they didn't spare the snowy-blonde haired biker a single glance.

Content with watching the way Amara seemed to soak in the night. Her bay-brown curls fell freely down her back, dancing in the gentle breeze as the tipsy girl dropped her guard around the two rebellious blondes. Her impossibly dark lashes kissed the skin of her cheeks as she angled her head up towards the sky; soft smiles upturning the two blonde's lips as they subconsciously noted every little thing she did.

From the corner of Paul's and Marko's eyes, they caught the swift and deathly silent movement of David. The ivory-skinned biker's boots never once made a sound as he wove through the tree line at the edge of the beach party. His chilling icy-blue stare ensnared upon the brown-haired girl who continued to dance to the music emitting from the boombox. Straying from her only long enough to meet the many questions swimming within Paul and Marko's eyes.

David came to a stop several metres away from the energetic trio, keeping to the shadows of the tree line so that no unwanted attention was drawn towards the two blondes that watched him from either side of Amara—knowing that if any of the party-goers saw him, his chances of an oblivious meal would be squandered. David raised his eyebrows, subtly ordering Paul and Marko to do what they'd come here for.

The two glanced down at the girl between them. Marko's gaze drifting across her face while Paul searched the group of drunken people that clustered around the blazing fire—the pair familiar with the art of choosing their prey. Paul and Marko's eyes met over the top of Amara's head, an unspoken agreement passing between the two as their gazes dropped to the blissfully unaware girl.

With a glance towards their leader, the duo seamlessly led Amara deeper into the dancing party-goers. Amara and Marko conversed amongst themselves as Paul interlaced his fingers with the brunette's, leading them to the heart of the alcohol-riddled men and women on the beach. As carefree as they had been before, the blonde bikers danced to the blaring music coming from the boombox with the brunette girl.

Hands came to rest on Amara's shoulder, waist, or hips; sometimes lingering as though fighting with themselves to pull away, while others ghosted across her skin as though she'd merely imagined it. Amara didn't mind. Her mind, though fuzzy from the malty tasting whiskey, was filled with enough clarity that she knew if she uttered so much as a word; the pair would back off and cease their harmless caresses.

Amara was lost within the moment, much like the two blondes who danced with her. Paul's assortment of bracelets jingled together as the hand he'd moved away came to rest upon Amara's hip, subconsciously pulling the girl closer to his chest. The scent of coconuts, sea salt and book pages engulfing his senses as the breeze ruffled their hair.

Marko smirked devilishly, lifting his eyebrows as a knowing glint crept its way into his eyes. His gaze held Paul's when he finally lifted his stare away from the fawn-brown-eyed girl pressed into his chest. Marko held Paul's stare as he stepped closer to Amara, effectively trapping her between himself and Paul as his hand settled on the curve of her waist opposite to the side that Paul's hand rested—toned chest pressed against Amara's through the fabric of their white shirts.

David watched from the tree line, observing the trio from where he leant against a tree with one foot crossed behind the other; tendrils of smoke brushing against his face as he blew out a white-grey cloud of smoke. Malicious amusement spreading through his chest as he pulled his gaze from the magnetic trio and met Dwayne's eyes from across the beach. The ebony-haired biker inclined his head toward a cluster of men that sat upon a large, sun-leeched driftwood log.

Watching Amara dance with Paul and Marko with shared looks of desire; resentful glares thrown towards the two blondes that stood pressed against her. Dwayne waited for the subtle dip of David's head—signifying that their intended prey had fallen for the cleverly placed bait—before his umber-brown eyes left the men that reeked of beer and fell upon Amara. Orange-yellow light of the fire casting shadows across his face and the trio that danced like nobody was watching, Amara's melodic laughter rippling across the star-filled sky.

Paul and Marko reluctantly tore their attention away from Amara and to David, whose all-knowing irises burned into them. The pair waited with baited breath, every instinct of theirs going haywire as the thrill of the hunt jolted through them. Anticipation coating their tongues like honey; sweeter than any of their combined motives.

David dipped his head in that same miss-able manner as before. Matching smirks filled with malice spread across their faces, hazel and blue eyes alike finding the drunken stares of the men that watched Amara. Marko turned back towards Amara as Paul's upper lip twitched into a deathly smile; Atlantic-blue eyes void of emotion as he locked eyes with a familiar ash-blonde amongst the men.

Dwayne, sensing the budding intent within the dirty-blonde, crossed the soft sand and pulled Amara from the duo's grasps, and into his own. Wrapping an arm around her waist as the two blonde-haired bikers whined in protest. Giggling from the brown-haired girl met his ears as she laughed at Paul and Marko's matching pouts. Dwayne shook his head as he fought the grin that threatened to spread across his face, lips twitching as Amara leant into his side.

"Time to get you home," Dwayne murmured, mirth flickering within his eyes as a pout akin to the ones Paul and Marko sported grew across Amara's face.

"C'mon Dwayne, just a few more hours won't hurt." Marko pleaded, stepping forward as though to pull Amara from Dwayne's arms and into his own.

Paul nodded somewhat frantically, creeping closer to the coconut smelling girl tucked into the Wendat man's side. "Amara doesn't want to leave. Right, chika?" He stated, gesturing to the tipsy girl with a pout across her face.

"I want to stay," Amara whined, yawning behind her hand as Dwayne peered down at her.

Dwayne arched an eyebrow, unconvinced by both Amara and the blonde's statements, as he locked his dark eyes upon the smaller bikers and sighed. "Let's get you home, kleintje."

Amara furrowed her eyebrows as the olive-skinned biker began leading her back towards their bikes, Paul and Marko shoving each other playfully as they followed the two brunettes. "That's not fair." She muttered as Dwayne glanced down at her with a soft smile.

"What's not fair?"

"You telling me what I can and can't do." She huffed as Dwayne, Paul and Marko listened to the whiskey driven speech. "I mean, you don't see me telling you to put on a shirt, so why should you decide when I go home?"

Paul and Marko snickered. Dwayne's amused chuckle filled the darkness of the fading fire as he stopped several paces away from their bikes; platinum-blonde hair capturing all their attention as David sat astride his bike waiting for them.

David's gravelly voice drifted across the short distance from the bikes to the group of four. "How about this, sweetheart? If you can walk from where you are to here in a straight line, you and the boys can go back to partying."

Dwayne, catching onto where David was going, peered down at Amara as he spoke. "But if you can't, we take you straight back home. Okay?"

Amara nodded eagerly as Paul and Marko sauntered over to their bikes; knowing that neither David nor Dwayne would let either drive with Amara on the back of their bikes while she was anything but sober. Dwayne took a single step back from Amara and gestured with his hand towards the three blondes that sat perched on their bikes—urging her to cross the space without so much as staggering.

Marko toyed with the deep, red jewel that hung from his earring as Amara took three steady steps away from Dwayne, a triumphant grin across her face as she threw him a cheeky wink over her shoulder. Paul leant forward, forearms coming to rest on the handlebars of his bike as Amara took four more steps before she stumbled on a root that jutted out from the floor.

Huffing with annoyance as Dwayne wove his arm back around her waist and led her over to his bike, mounting the bike before he turned around and helped Amara on behind him. Her arms wrapped themselves around his bare abdomen as the group started their bikes, revving their engines a few times before they took off into the night. Paul's and Marko's hollers of delight echoed in Amara's ears as she rested her head upon Dwayne's cool denim jacket.

Her eyes fluttering closed as she soaked in the night; etching this night into her mind so that she would never forget it.

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[nitewrighter]

Seeing the new 2023 AO3 ship chart and seeing Ghost/Soap from CoD ranking 5th and thinking back to someone explaining to you how CoD shipping was various shades of R76

Oh god yeah and they also brought up that stupid meme i quoted for Valorant.

Yeah no it still genuinely surprises me that CoD has fans who actually write fic. It's like writing fanfic for like... any TV show starring Kiefer Sutherland. Like that's not what that audience does????

But I have seen enough Ghost/Soap on my twitter timeline to believe that, honestly. I know it's big among the Bara Tiddies fandom.

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Broken Without You)

Pt 1

Fem Reader x Dwayne TW: Language

Pt 2

I got the inspiration for this fic MONTHS ago after reading @theyreonlynoodlesmike ‘s It’s Just a Movie and The Sequel fics and have FINALLY written it. Everyone should go and read it because it is AMAZING!!

You landed on top of the cool sand with a harsh thud. Groaning, you rolled onto your back and opened your eyes, revealing a starry night sky above you. You were confused as to why you were now outside and also how you had even gotten out there. Slowly, you sat up and looked around, taking in your surroundings for the first time. Clearly you were on a beach but what beach it was exactly, you had no idea. You didn't even live near any beaches. Standing and dusting off the sand from your body, you tried to recall what your last memory was. The last thing you could remember was laying down in bed and going to sleep. You didn’t understand how that would end up with you waking up on an unknown beach, however far from your house. You would have just pulled out your phone and found out that way, but as stated before, you were in bed, going to sleep when all of this happened. You didn’t have your phone on you. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to find the closest store or something like that to figure out exactly where you were, you began to walk along the beach. After only about ten minutes of walking, you could hear music and people. The closer you got, the louder it got. You soon realized that the sounds were coming from a boardwalk. Crowds of people on the beach and even more filling the boardwalk. Breathing a sigh of relief, you made your way off of the sand and onto the boardwalk. You looked around, trying to find a sign or something that had the name of the town on it. You quickly spotted a sign and found your answer. Santa Carla. You hadn’t even heard of this place before and now that you were really taking in the people around you, you noticed that everyone looked like they were dressed for the 80’s. You wondered if there was some kind of 80’s themed festival going on but everything looked too authentic and real for that to be the case. 

You didn’t know why this was your next thought but you couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling you were having. So, you searched around for a newspaper or something with the date on it. After a few minutes of searching, you spotted a newspaper on the ground next to a trash can. Walking over to it and picking it up, your eyes widened at what you read. Right there, plain as day was the date. July, 31, 1985. You stared at the black letters, reading it over and over again, hoping that you weren’t seeing what you were seeing. There was no way that it could be true. It wasn’t even possible. Bawling the paper up and throwing it away, you turned around and walked off, intent on finding a secluded and quiet place where you could gather your thoughts and probably cry. Finding a spot at the far end of the boardwalk, you sat down on the ground and let everything sink in. Okay. So you had somehow traveled back in time and to a completely different city, too. You had no way of contacting anyone and, even if you did, you would have no one to contact since you were thirty seven years in the past. Realizing you had no money, no one to help you and nowhere to go, you had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” You quietly asked yourself. As if on cue, your stomach growled. Sighing, you readied yourself to spend the next, who knows how long, without food. Luckily water would be pretty easy to get, seeing as there were drinking fountains around the place. 

For the next few days, you fell into a bit of a rhythm of finding a secluded place to sleep during the day, while you would stay awake, drink water and walk around the boardwalk at night. Three days without food was like torture. You had started feeling dizzy, weak and found it hard to focus, which tonight, caused you to accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry.” You managed to quietly mutter out, barely being able to muster the energy for even that. The guy however, didn’t seem to want to accept your apology and instead, opted to get in your face. “You should really watch where you’re going, bitch.” He angrily spat at you. While normally you would be scared by someone much bigger than you getting in your face and threatening you, right now, you didn’t have the energy to care. Letting out an annoyed and tired groan, you rolled your eyes. “Look, dude. Just fuck off. I’ve had a really shitty past few days and I’m really not in the mood for this shit right now.” You were about to turn and walk away but the guy, completely pissed off by your response, grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you back to him. Leaning down, his face right in yours. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that but you’re about to learn a lessen that you’ll never forget.” Just as the last word left his mouth, you felt yourself being pulled back into someone as three other guys surrounded the him. Your harrasser’s hand was ripped from your arm by whoever had pulled you into them. Your brain was too fuzzy to focus on what was being said, but from the little bits that you did manage to catch, the three guys that were surrounding your harasser threatened him, ending with the guy leaving in a hurry. 

Turning around to see who was holding you, you looked up to see a tall brunette. He was absolutely gorgeous. “I don’t know if it’s from the lack of sleep, lack of food or both but fuck you’re pretty.” You watched a smirk make its way onto the brunette’s face, making you realize you had just said that out loud and not in your head like you had thought. You stared at him, eyes wide and face red from the embarrassment. It looked like he was about to say something but was interrupted by one of the others. “If you two are done flirting, I think it’s time for us to leave now.” Said the bleached blonde one. It was a blur as you were pulled along the boardwalk by the brunette, that you now knew to be Dwayne. The bleached blonde was David, the tall wild haired blonde was Paul and the short curly haired blonde was Marko. You were pulled over to some bikes, where Dwayne helped you get onto the back of his bike and before you knew it, you were all flying down the beach. All you remember from the ride, was holding onto Dwayne as tight as you could and burying your face into his back. Logically, you knew going off with four strange guys you had just met wasn’t the best idea, but they had helped you and you were so hungry, that you were willing to risk it if that meant possibly getting some food and maybe having somewhere warm to sleep. Finally, after a pretty rough ride, you felt the bike come to a stop. Pulling your head away from Dwayne’s back and looking around, you saw that you were basically in the middle of nowhere, near a cliff. Great. So not only are you going to get murdered but you aren’t even going to get any food first. You got off the bike after Dwayne did and stood there, staring at him as the others hooted and hollered, making their way down what seemed to be a staircase. Dwayne offered you his hand, his eyes soft and alluring, making you want to trust him. 

Despite your previous worries, you took his hand, making him smile and begin to lead you over to the staircase. “Be careful and watch your step. The staircase is strong enough but it’s still very old.” He warned as you both began your descent. Subconsciously, you grabbed hold of Dwayne’s arm with your other hand while still holding onto his hand with your other one. You didn’t see it, but this caused Dwayne to let a small and satisfied smile grace his face. He loved that you sought out his arm for safety, even if it was for something as small as this. As the two of you made it to the mouth of the cave, Dwayne took the first few steps down before turning back around and holding out his hands for you to grab. You gratefully took his hands and he helped you down into the cave. You looked around at everything, taking in all of the things that they seemed to have collected. One of the most prominent things in the cave being the large fountain that had an old and broken chandelier in it. You had only taken a few steps before you felt faint and quickly sat down on the edge of the countain. With looking around the cave and being so close to Dwayne, you had almost completely forgotten that you hadn’t eaten in days. Just then, your stomach growled. Dwayne sat down next to you and placed a gentle hand on your arm. “We’ll get you some food, okay.” Dwayne assured you. You nodded and thanked him with a smile. “How long has it been since you last ate?” He then asked you, remembering what you had said earlier about not having eaten for a while. “Uh. Three days I think.” You informed him. Dwayne’s eyes widened with shock. You looked up at his face to see the concerned look he was giving you. “Why haven’t you been eating? Are you okay?” His concern for you was clear through the look on his face and the tone of his voice. You didn’t understand why he cared so much. You shrugged at him. “I’m not exactly from here and I have no money and no family or friends here.” You told him. “Marko. Food.” You heard David say to Marko from behind you. You had turned around just in time to see Marko give David a nod before he quickly left the cave. 

After Marko had left. David turned his attention to you. “What did you mean when you said that you’re not exactly from here and you don’t have any family or friends here?” He asked, bringing his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag. “Are you a runaway or something?” He continued, eyebrow quirked and giving you a questioning look. You looked to Dwayne for a moment before turning your attention back to David. You debated on whether or not you should just tell them the truth, no matter how crazy it sounded. Deciding that you didn’t really have much to lose, since you had already lost everything, you chose the truth. “Well. This is going to sound insane and I doubt any of you would believe me but, I’m not from here. This town or this time.” You confessed. You could already see the looks of disbelief that they were giving you as you spoke. You told them that the last thing you remembered before waking up here, was going to bed and it being just like any other night. You told them that you were from the year 2022 and that you didn’t even live in or around this town. You told them that you didn’t have any friends or family here because your friends hadn’t even been born yet and that your parents hadn’t had you yet. After you were finished explaining everything, they stayed silent for a few moments before David spoke. “You’re right. We don’t believe you.” He told you. You were about to try and defend yourself, to ask him why the hell you would lie about something like this, but Dwayne spoke before you could. “I believe you.” He said, causing you to turn your head to look at him. You could tell that he was being truthful. You were honestly surprised that he believed you but you were grateful that he did. “Really, man? I mean, it sounds like something out of a movie.” Paul stated, finally jumping into the conversation. 

“Look. Believe me, don’t believe me. I don’t really care. I’m tired, hungry and just done with everything right now.” You told them, mostly Paul and David. You turned  to Dwayne. “Thank you for believing me. At least someone here does.” You told him with a grateful smile, to which he smiled back. “What are we believing?” Marko loudly questioned as he jumped down into the cave, food in his arms. As soon as you saw and smelled the food, your stomach let out a loud growl. God you were so fucking hungry. Noticing this, Dwayne quickly got up, made his way over to Marko and grabbed some food from him before making his way back over to you with it. You were practically drooling at the sight. “Here.” He said, handing you the food. “Eat as much as you want.” He told you. You quickly snatched food from his hands and immediately dug in, stuffing your face. Dwayne chuckled at the sight as he sat back down next to you. You muttered a “Thank you.” with a mouthful of food. The others got their own food and ate for a minute before Marko spoke again, not wanting his previous question to go unanswered. “So? What are we believing?” He asked again. Paul laughed a bit before answering him. “Well, it seems that y/n thinks she’s from the future.” He informed his brother. Marko turned to look at you, a grin creeping onto his face. “What, are you a Terminator sent back to kill someone or something?” He teasingly asked. You rolled your eyes at him. “No, but if I was, I’d definitely kill that piece of shit from the boardwalk.” You said, half joking, half serious. “Fucking asshole.” You muttered into your food. The guy really was an asshole. I mean, you didn’t even really do anything wrong. You just bumped into him but you apologized. This caused the others to laugh. Although everyone, except for Dwayne, thought you were crazy, they were starting to like you. You were funny and maybe you’d be a good little plaything for a while. That thought was quickly scrubbed when they saw the way that Dwayne was looking at you. 

The four had a silent conversation between them that involved Dwayne revealing that he was certain that you were his mate. “Well, I guess that means we can’t eat her.” Paul joked in his head, causing Dwayne to shoot him a glare. Paul threw his hands up. “My bad.” He said. You gave him a confused look, seeing as, to you, he had just randomly done that but whatever, you didn’t know these guys. Maybe they were just a bunch of weirdos. Over the next month or so, you would come to find that, yes, they were all in fact, weirdos. They were also vampires. When they told you about what they were, your eyes practically shot out of your head. You all but shouted in disbelief that they would think that you were the crazy one for saying you were from the future when they WERE FUCKING VAMPIRES!! They had eventually ended up believing you, or at least trusting that you were telling them the truth since, yeah, they were vampires, so why couldn’t time travel also be real. While you asked them question after question about vampires, they all bombarded you with questions about the future, mostly Paul and Marko. Over this time, you and Dwayne had gotten very close and had even started dating. He told you about how you were his mate but made sure to let you know that he didn’t want that information to make you feel obligated to be with him. It was your choice. It didn’t matter though, because even though you had only been here for a little over a month, you had found yourself falling hard for him. I mean, how could you not?

You had obviously been living in the cave with the boys, not having anywhere else to go. It didn’t bother you though, you loved it here. Although, it did take you a while to get used to their sleeping schedule. You did like to be awake for some of the day, just sitting around the cave, listening to music and reading some of Dwayne’s books, of which he had plenty. You had been sitting on the couch, reading a book that you were so engrossed by, that you didn’t even realize that it had gotten dark and the boys had woken up. You were pulled from your little world by Dwayne lifting your legs up, plopping himself down onto the couch and dropping your legs back down and onto his lap, his hands resting on top of them. You looked up and gave him a smile, to which he returned. “Morning.” You greeted him as you put the book to the side. “Morning, beautiful.” He greeted back, staring at you for a few seconds before suddenly pulling your body over to him and into a hug. You let out a surprised squeak as you were pulled onto his lap but quickly relaxed into him. “Did you get much sleep today?” Dwayne asked as he ran a hand up and down your thigh and rubbed your back with the other. Enjoying the soothing feeling he always gave you, you let out a content sigh. “Yeah. I woke up around 3pm. Been reading since then I guess.” You told him, your eyes now closed as your head leaned against his chest. Dwayne smiled down at you, his gaze filled with so much love. “How about we spend some time alone tonight? We can find a quiet part on the beach if you’d like.” Dwayne suggested. While you enjoyed hanging out with the whole group, you loved when it would be just you and him. You opened your eyes and looked up at him with a smile. “I’d like that.” You told him. 

After everyone was ready for the night, you all walked up to the bikes outside, Dwayne helping you onto the back of his. You all took off and were riding together towards the boardwalk but you and Dwayne soon turned in a different direction, splitting off from the group to find a secluded and quiet place for you to spend the night. Since Dwayne knew practically every inch of Santa Carla, he knew exactly where he was going to take you. Once there, he parked his bike and you both got off. Dwayne took your hand in his and led you down the slight hill and onto the sand. “Wait here. I’m gonna find some wood to make a bonfire.” He told you. You nodded. “Okay. Do you want some help?” You offered. He just gave you a grin. “I’ve got it, princess.” He said before walking off. You sat down in the sand and waited for him to get what he needed. You took this time to let your mind wander. You couldn’t believe that, less than two months ago, you were considering some bad things. You had always struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts. You felt so alone and disconnected from the world that it got to the point that you were finally going to give up. In a last ditch effort the night that you got into bed, before waking up here, you had bawled your eyes out and begged the universe to give you something, anything that could make your life worth living. All you had ever wanted was to love and be loved by someone, but you were never able to find that. Everyone that had ever entered your life had pretended to care for you and used you until they were done with you and then they left. They left you even more broken and alone than you had already been. You had finally realized that, maybe, you just weren’t worthy of anyone’s love. Then you woke up on this beach and a few days later, you met Dwayne. Not even in your wildest fantasies could you have imagined someone like Dwayne loving you. 

Even now, as you sit on the sand, watching Dwayne put together the bonfire for the both of you, you still felt like you were dreaming and, at any moment, you would wake up to find that it was just that, a dream. Once the fire had been lit, he turned to you, a proud smile on his face. Dwayne walked over to where you were and sat down behind you, resting his legs on either side of you and wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him and resting his chin on your shoulder. “You okay there?” He asked. You turned your head to the side and leaned back a bit so you could face him. “I love you, Dwayne.” You told him with a smile on your face and happy tears pricking your eyes. “I was in such a bad place when I met you. I was on the verge of doing something very bad and you saved me.” You tearfully confessed to him. Dwayne seemed to be slightly caught off guard by your sudden shift in mood and your words, though he gave you a soft smile as he leaned in and gave you an equally as soft kiss. After pulling away, Dwayne rested his forehead against yours. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you from the moment I saw you. I’m sorry that you were in a bad place when we met and I will spend eternity making sure that you never feel that way again. I will make sure that you feel loved every single day and on the days you feel any darkness creeping its way back in, I will love you even more.” He said. No longer able to choke the sobs back, you let it out, only resulting in Dwayne holding you even tighter. “It’s okay, princess. Let it out.” He told you, and you did. You sobbed as Dwayne held you close to him. You weren’t crying because you were sad, no, you were crying because no one had loved you as much as him. No one had ever said anything like that to you before. After you had calmed down, you and Dwayne sat in a comfortable silence in each other's arms, watching as the flames of the bonfire flickered in the wind. 

Months had gone by since then and Dwayne had kept his word. He loved you every single day and in doing so, not a day went by that you ever felt that darkness that had once consumed you. You had now been here for almost a year. The most wonderful year, filled with so much love and laughter. Marko, Paul and David had since deemed you as their sister and god help anyone who messed with their sister. Someone could do something as small as give you a dirty look and they would mysteriously vanish, neve to be seen or heard from again. You spent every night with them, whether that be on the boardwalk or in the cave. You loved going out to the boardwalk, going on rides, playing the games, which you were admittedly kinda bad at but you would always walk away with some kind of prize thanks to one of the boys. You loved hanging around the bikes, Dwayne’s arm always around you making you feel a constant sense of safety, as you all joked around. Equally so, you loved the nights that you would all stay back at the cave, Paul and Marko jumping around like two sugar filled toddlers making you laugh. David was the one that took the longest to bond with and for a while, you thought that maybe he didn’t like you as much as the others did. That all changed when one night, Dwayne had gone off to feed and you were with the others. You told them that you needed to use the bathroom and that you would be back in a minute. On your way back, a surfer nazi had cat called you and come over to you, getting a bit too handsy, but almost as quickly as it started, it stopped. You didn’t know it but David had been watching you to make sure you were safe and that’s when he saw the guy start to harass you. He threw him to the ground, making a mental note to make a meal out of him later. He then threw an arm over your shoulder and turned to you to ask if you were okay, to which you nodded. He then glared at the guy and asked him what the hell made him think that he could lay a hand on his sister. From that moment on, you and David had gotten closer with each other, just as you, Paul and Marko had gotten close.

You and Dwayne had just gotten back to the cave after having a bit of a date night. He had taken you to a place that overlooked the whole town. The both of you spent the night talking, as you usually did, and took in the view, holding each other close. Everything in your life was just so perfect and you were so happy. Spending the last hour or so cuddling in your nest before Dwayne eventually left to go join the boys to sleep. He wouldn’t always sleep in the same part of the cave as the boys. Some days he would sleep with you in your nest but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. You and Dwayne shared a long kiss and exchanged I love yous before he left. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, as you did every night now. Though when you woke up, you would feel like your world had been shattered into a million tiny pieces, along with your heart. 

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Fandom: Dark City (1998) Rating: Explicit Summary: Westworld fusion. Daniel Schreber had wanted to give the world a gift, to solve the problem of a rapidly-dwindling caretaker workforce. He didn't anticipate what the world would do with it... or what his creations would become.

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