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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 6

Alistair x Female Reader, Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Having no choice but to go along with Alistair, you let him take you underground to prove his devotion to you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Mature Content, Kidnapping, Coercion, Dubious Consent, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Undressing, Spanking, petting, Vaginal Fingering, Female Orgasm, Finger Sucking, Jealousy, Victorian Furniture and Tchaikovsky’s “Swan Lake”

Word Count: 3k+

Notes: Revised Completley!

Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @jessicafangirl @avatarofseshat @sadndnboii-reads @bluemoonperegrine

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Alistair’s hand squeezes tightly onto yours as you both descend the floors beneath the abandoned pizzeria you didn’t even know were there. A watered down version of Swan Lake’s ‘Moderato’ plays from the aged speakers as your stomach does flips each time he looks at you, despite doing its best to keep down the wine and cheese you just consumed mere moments before. That smirk on his lips brings you back to the first time you met, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist reminding you that this situation could turn out in your favor if all else fails. If Jack doesn’t show up like he promised and Alistair has his way with you, then those endless eyes could be staring back at you for all of eternity.

Where the hell is Jack, anyways? Didn’t he say he was going to get help? How long was that supposed to take?

A high-pitched ding signals your imminent arrival to his desired floor, startling you with a jolt of your shoulders as the metal box slows to a halt. The doors slide silently open as the music continues, revealing a long hallway with centuries old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers dimly lighting the way to a large red door at the very end.

“I just can’t wait for you to see the surprise I have for you.” He tugs on your hand before stepping across the threshold, pulling you out of the world above and into the world below. Into the very belly of the beast. Each step he takes echoes loudly against the ancient walls, almost an exact replica of the house you visited him in before, only without the haunting portraits and landscapes to stare you down.

Half a dozen blackened doorways on either side of you take their place however, seeming to stretch upward in length as you cautiously try to match his stride. His grip on your hand only tightens as you blink repeatedly, trying to make sense of the stretching hallway until he deftly slows his pace. Curling his wrist inward, he reigns you in before deciding to stop in front of the last door on the right.

Taking a key out of his jacket pocket, he slides it into the aged brass doorknob and turns it with delicate ease. He pushes it open to reveal a large bedroom furnished with expensive Victorian furniture, a warm fire popping in the opposite wall behind a wrought iron cage. It warms your face as you enter the doorway, noticing a queen bed tucked in the right corner, four posts made of solid dark walnut draped with emerald green velvet as he leads you into the middle of the space.

The classical music begins to soften as you follow him into the room, fading away until you can no longer hear it at all. The sound of the crackling fire soon takes over, soothing you enough to run your hands over the thick, heavy comforter that lays across the luxurious bed. Your fingertips trace their way up the blanket to the matching sets of pillows embroidered with your initials, etched with golden silk tassels dangling at the corners. A dark bedside table holds a small electric lamp, matching the wood on the rounded corners of a crushed velvet settee sitting near the fire.

“What do you think?” He asks, watching you take inventory of every outfit he’d bought for you in the wardrobe next to the setee.

“It’s beautiful,” you admit, the warmth of the fire and the smell of the wood all but intoxicating you as you take in the extraordinary details of the bedroom. You can’t believe it: it’s as if he’s seen every page you’ve ever collected from your mother’s old Home and Gardens magazine and matched them exactly. No one’s ever done that before, ever taken so much care and effort to give you everything… anything you’ve ever wanted without having to ask or make it seem like a chore.

“I know how much you love that shade of green.” He stands in the middle of the room as you gingerly circle around him, smirking as your expression gives away your enraptured state of mind.

“I do.” You spot a dress of the same color hanging on the vanity as you nearly make it all the way back to the door. Its silk fabric seems to practically drip down from the hanger over the darkened wood of the mirror that shows only your reflection, the vibrant waves cascading over the table and down onto the floor. “Is that dress for me?”

“It’s all for you,” he steps behind you and whispers into your ear, his scent of oak and cinnamon slowly emanating into your nostrils. “Every bit of it.”

You can’t help but hold your breath as he gets closer to you, his hand holding onto your hip as you both stare at the lavish ball gown in stoic silence. Is this supposed to be the last dress you ever wear now that he’s made sure you’ve eaten your last meal? The dress that he bites you in, drains you in? The dress that you die in? Your final burial shroud? All of the sudden, your semi-flippant attitude toward his plans for you begins to crumble, the gravity of your situation now settling into your stomach in a weighty sense of impending doom. You start to wonder when you last called your parents or told them that you loved them, knowing full well that it’s far too late for any of that now.

“Wh… what’s behind the other doors that we passed in the hallway? More rooms like this?” You turn your head to face him, your nose barely brushing against his chin.

Were there other women just like you behind those doors? Each of them locked away into their own beautiful rooms just to be preyed upon at his leisure? If so, how many of them were there? How long had they been there? How many times has he fed on them? Would he ever let them go? Would he ever let you go now that you’re down here?

“Now, now,” he tsks. “You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.” He wraps his hand around the back of your neck before pressing his fingertips into the base of your hairline, massaging your scalp all the way up to your crown. “Why don’t you forget all about that and step out of this ragged little number for me?”

He presses his thumb and forefinger behind your ears, forcing your eyes to flutter shut and your mouth to fall open as that warm, blissful feeling rushes down your spine. He takes the opportunity to snake his fingers down your neck to swiftly remove your bandage before tossing it aside, temporarily washing your worries away with his actions. He takes his time pulling your hooded sweatshirt up above your head and off; the heat from the fire warming the bare skin on your torso as you allow him to continue disrobing you. His chilly palms carefully brush their way back down your arms and breasts, tying a familiar knot into your stomach before they graze their way down to your hips.

“Your beauty never ceases to amaze me,” he kisses his praise into your shoulder as he starts taking your pants off, delicately sliding them down your legs until you step out of them entirely. “Aphrodite herself would be jealous.”

You try to think of something to say, something to match his level of adoration as he stands up and curls his fingers beneath your jaw, but can come up with nothing. Instead you just nod in hushed understanding, acknowledging his tainted compliment as he stares at you through his frigid grip on your face.

“Before you put that on, though, why don’t you let me show you how well I really know you.” He lets go of your chin and shrugs out of his jacket, folding it onto the back of the chair near the vanity. He loosens his tie with a smirk and makes his way over to the bed, pulling the silk garment through the loop of his collar as he finally sits down on the mattress.

Jesus Christ, this escalated quickly. How the hell did you end up HERE like THIS? How the hell did he get you naked again so fucking fast?

“Come here,” he orders, slowly patting his thigh as he summons you with blackened eyes.

Oh, that’s how.

“Yeah,” you huff, taking a few timid steps forward. “Okay.” You pad your way across the hardwood floor until you end up climbing onto the bed next to him, cautiously straddling his legs as his hands glide over your bare body, effortlessly pulling you into him.

“I know you better than he does, better than he ever could.” He gently turns you on to your side, guiding you over his lap so that his hands smooth lovingly over your head and hair once you settle into him. “I know every inch of your body, every hair on your head…” He tucks a strand of it behind your ear, tracing the outline of its shell before following the curvature of your spine down to your lower back with his fingertips. He grazes his palm up and down your back, increasing his pressure on your muscles every time, forcing the fine hair along its path to stand on end. “I know every expression on your beautiful face, and every nuanced tone in your voice.”

“Yeah?” Is all you can think to say as he continues caressing your back, almost as if you were a sort of pet curled up in his lap after a long day.

“Does this feel familiar, darling? He asks, grabbing onto one of your cheeks and pulling it up toward him to get a better view of what he’s after.

You nod as his chilly hand tightens its grip on you, forcing you to inhale quickly as you feel him grow beneath your belly.

“What was that?” He begs for clarity, his lips pressed against your scalp as his breath warms your skin.

“Yes,” you whisper as your nipples harden against the mattress, everything about your past with him becoming crystal clear as the moisture begins to grow between your legs.

“Good.” He kisses your hair and lets your muscle bounce back into place. “It sounds like you almost forgot your words there for a moment.” He wastes no time in sliding his fingers in between your cheeks, dipping them down low enough to glide across your folds as they suddenly become slick with your inevitable arousal.

“Yes,” you moan, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit with each torturous pass, your body keeping the score as it instinctively responds to his extensive carnal knowledge. “I mean no, I mean ohhhh my God.”

“Only I know what you really like.” He pulls his hand away before bringing it back down with a loud and sudden smack, a sharp twinge jolting your body forward. “What you need.”

A stifled yelp leaves your lips as the pain shoots its way up your spine, the brief pause quickly interrupted by another hard smack, this time to the opposite cheek. You hear him chuckle before his hand comes crashing down onto the other, repeating this relentless pattern one right after the other, hit after hit as it nearly sends you leaping forward off his lap entirely. He manages to keep you still with a hand on your throat, his nose nestled into the base of your neck as your moans morph into guttural groans. Tears well up in your eyes as the pleasure he’s delivering barely outweighs the pain that settles deep into your muscles, his abuse forcing your sex to drip down onto the polyester fabric of his his thigh. His strikes gradually become less frequent, the break between them growing longer as he finally decides to rub his palm over your newly reddened flesh in order to soothe it.

“Now, let’s see if I’m right.” He whispers against your skin, sliding his fingers between your now soaking wet folds as your juices all but drench your needy center. He glides them across your length again with impeccable ease, massaging little waves of bliss into your swollen bud as you begin to tremble beneath his touch. “Looks like I was. Always so wet for me.”

You rock back and forth against his hand as a pattern of gooseflesh ripples up your backside, causing those waves to build up into full blown tremors of ecstasy. They quake through your entire body as he pushes two fingers in, stimulating you from that special spot deep inside your velvety walls as his thumb still presses circles into your clit. He cracks that internal fault line wide open, watching the tears stream down your face as your body convulses around his fingers in a series of uncontrollable shockwaves of euphoria, one right after the other. They rush their way through you, building up from your epicenter with a groan so deep it nearly rattles his bones along with yours as they tremble in its wake.

“Alistair!” You shout, your arms and legs trembling in overstimulation as the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of you echoes loudly against the walls. “Alistair, oh my God!” Your last word comes out in a breathy moan as your muscles fail you, leaving you limp in his lap as the aftershock rocks its way through your system.

“I barely even touched you, and look how well you respond to me.” He pulls his now drenched fingers out of you, bringing them up between your cheeks, across your back and over your shoulder until they’re right in front of your face. “Open.”

You follow his orders and do as you're told, opening your mouth just enough for him to shove two fingers past your lips and across your tongue. There’s no denying the sweet tang of your orgasm that coats your juices still clinging to his digits as he pushes in all the way up to his knuckles. Even as your eyes begin to water, you can’t help but relish in the taste of your own satisfaction as your tremors slow to a complete halt. You run your tongue between his fingers to further savor the flavor until he reluctantly pulls them back out.

A single trail of spit connects you before he shoves them into his own mouth, those dark eyes of his rolling back into his head as the concoction of your fluids momentarily intoxicates him. For a split second, some deranged part of you wonders how good he might have looked when he first tasted your blood, if it was anything close to this or much more gratuitous. But before you know it, he’s out of his trance entirely, his hands roving back over your body in a soothing, gentle rhythm.

“Tell me I don’t know you now.” He leans down to kiss your lips, the embrace seeming almost chaste in comparison as your unique flavor gets passed back between you both.

“You know me,” you confirm, breaking the kiss with a gentle nod.

“Good.” He pets your hair one more time, leaning in just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I have another surprise for you.” He insists, that Cheshire grin spreading across his lips again.

Alistair helps you into the green ball gown just as carefully as he helped you out of your sweats, his hands tucking you into every nook and cranny of the silk dress as it drapes over your frame. He runs his hands through your hair after zipping you up, cupping your face before smiling with an arrogant sense of pride, almost as if he had created you himself.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, little lamb.” He soberly kisses your cheek before stepping back to admire you in full. “Are you ready for your next surprise?”

“I am,” you tell him, trying to accept that it could be the very last surprise of your life.

The instrumental ballet starts up again as soon as you leave the room with him, growing in volume through a set of speakers you can’t quite seem to locate as you both approach the ominous red door at the end of the hallway you almost forgot about entirely. The song’s previous corporate elevator tones are effortlessly replaced by a symphony of clarinets and bassoons, building onto each other as the plucking of a harp notes every step you take toward the precipice of the doorway.

You watch Alistair raise his eyebrows in giddy anticipation as an assortment of violins showers your senses with their chorus, the tone of the song getting darker and more profound as he wraps his fingers around the handle of the door. You can feel the music inside of you just as sure as you felt him before, the build up of all the instruments now working together as French horns collide with trumpets and drums, pushing the potent emotion of the piece up into your core and out of your body through tiny little goosebumps on your skin.

The red door finally opens.

The devastating sight before you dispels any enchantment Tchaikovsky’s famous work previously had on your senses. The roaring climax of that chilling act fails to prickle its way through the tiny hairs on the top layer of your skin as your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach, threatening to bring up your last meal along with it. That harsh and undeniable truth that you’d somehow always feared in the back of your mind has finally come to fruition: Jack isn’t coming to save you.

He can’t.

Confirming your greatest fears, Jack’s wrists and ankles appear to be secured in chains before your very eyes, holding him captive against a cement wall, the shirt you let him borrow now tattered to shreds. Something about these restraints is preventing him from moving too much or trying to escape, his helpless eyes eventually landing on you once you reach the center of the room. You’re too late. He’s too late, unable to save you from this scheming creature of the night as you both share a long look of mutual despair.

“Surprise!” Alistair exclaims as the music fades off into silence, both hands spreading out in a dramatic fashion.

#jack russell #werewolf by night #david dastmalchian #gael garcía bernal #gael garcia bernal #jack russell x reader #jack russell x you #werewolf by night fan fiction #alistair x reader #david dastmalchian x reader #david dastmalchian fan fiction

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adornesibley · 18 days

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Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Dog illustration “Evil Dog” by Stanislav Duminskiy https://www.artstation.com/artwork/LeR5bK

#Silver Nitrate #Silvia Moreno Garcia #Mexican Gothic #Horror #Book Review #Highly Recommended #Occultism #Magick #Alistair Crowley #Order of the Golden Dawn #bookblr #books #horror movies #horror film #bookish #bookworm #Mexican Horror

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fictionobsession · 5 months

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10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags

Rules: pick 10 characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people!

thanks to the lovely @imgoingtofreakoutnow for the tag, this was super fun!!

Astarion Ancunin from Baldur's Gate 3 — I don't even know if I have to explain this one. he's my everything, my silly little guy, my #1 blorbo, etc etc etc.

Sylvanas Windrunner from World of Warcraft — she is my wife, first of all. she committed some war crimes, for sure. she was probably mind controlled. she has ~trauma~. need I go on?

Peter Parker from The Amazing Spider-Man — he was my first fictional love. pathetic, useless, wildly intelligent. informed my character preferences for the rest of my life.

Adolin Kholin from The Stormlight Archive — this one was a genuine struggle for me to pick a favorite from because I love them all so so much. BUT Adolin is my favorite himbo boyfriend

Fresh Cut Grass from Critical Role — he's adorable and wholesome. he's also an automaton. smiley day to ya :)

Jack Hodgins from Bones — my favorite conspiracy theorist rich guy scientist who loves his wife

Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds — she has been through some shit, and she still manages to keep her head high and her attitude sassy. queen.

Alistair Theirin from Dragon Age — also himbo. very good. (I'm noticing I have a type)

Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives — he's a sweetie, and he gets so much shit for being soft and stupid, but he actually is so observant and knows things about everyone that no one else would bother to learn.

Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson and the Olympians — she's a strong independent woman who don't need no idiot. she likes one though.

Tagging: @heartman @podcastenthusiast @rindemption and anyone else who wants to!

#astarion #sylvanas windrunner #peter parker #adolin kholin #fresh cut grass #jack hodgins #penelope garcia #alistair theirin #martin blackwood #annabeth chase #tag games

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bringbackwendellvaughn · 1 year

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#X-Men #Excalibur #MI:13 #Captain Britain #Pete Wisdom #Martians #Tink #Captain Midlands #John the Skrull #Alistaire Stuart #Paul Cornell #Manuel Garcia

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mountainashfae · 11 months

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Long time no Sabbat art. Not members of our pack but the leadership of another pack whom we interact with a lot. Apollo wishes he could see Garcia more but alas, his mentor will have to find time another night. Mostly I just wanted to draw Alistair and his toothy grin.

#my art #vampire the masquerade #lasombra #tremere #vtmposting #I love these two so much #glad we get to see them somewhat often

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kronoose · 7 months

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Randomly thinking about how I never gave Blaise a last name

So whenever it comes up I just use herc's (Alistair)

And it's giving Mercedes introducing herself as Mercedes oak-Garcia after finding him naked and about to die in that one Henry fact

Except Herc tried to rob Blaise

#dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #dndads henry oak #henry oak dndads #henry oak #mercedes oak garcia #oc shit

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awardseason · 1 year

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21st Annual Visual Effects Society Awards — Film Winners

Outstanding Visual Effects in a Photoreal Feature Avatar: The Way of Water – Richard Baneham, Walter Garcia, Joe Letteri, Eric Saindon, JD Schwalm — WINNER Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore – Christian Mänz, Olly Young, Benjamin Loch, Stephane Naze, Alistair Williams Jurassic World: Dominion – David Vickery, Ann Podlozny, Jance Rubinchik, Dan Snape, Paul Corbould The Batman – Dan Lemmon, Bryan Searing, Russell Earl, Anders Langlands, Dominic Tuohy Top Gun: Maverick – Ryan Tudhope, Paul Molles, Seth Hill, Bryan Litson, Scott Fisher

Outstanding Supporting Visual Effects in a Photoreal Feature Death on the Nile – George Murphy, Claudia Dehmel, Mathieu Raynault, Jonathan Bowen, David Watkins I Wanna Dance With Somebody – Paul Norris, Tim Field, Don Libby, Andrew Simmonds The Fabelmans – Pablo Helman, Jennifer Mizener, Cernogorods Aleksei, Jeff Kalmus, Mark Hawker The Gray Man – Swen Gilberg, Viet Luu, Bryan Grill, Cliff Welsh, Michael Meinardus The Pale Blue Eye – Jake Braver, Catherine Farrell, Tim Van Horn, Scott Pritchard, Jeremy Hays Thirteen Lives – Jason Billington, Thomas Horton, Denis Baudin, Michael Harrison, Brian Cox — WINNER

Outstanding Visual Effects in an Animated Feature Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio – Aaron Weintraub, Jeffrey Schaper, Cameron Carson, Emma Gorbey, Mad God, Chris Morley, Phil Tippett, Ken Rogerson, Tom Gibbons — WINNER Strange World – Steve Goldberg, Laurie Au, Mark Hammel, Mehrdad Isvandi The Bad Guys– Pierre Perifel, Damon Ross, Matt Baer, JP Sans The Sea Beast – Joshua Beveridge, Christian Hejnal, Stirling Duguid, Spencer Lueders Turning Red – Domee Shi, Lindsey Collins, Danielle Feinberg, Dave Hale

Outstanding Animated Character in a Photoreal Feature Avatar: The Way of Water: Kiri – Anneka Fris, Rebecca Louise Leybourne, Guillaume Francois, Jung-Rock Hwang — WINNER Beast: Lion – Alvise Avati, Bora Şahin, Chris McGaw, Krzysztof Boyoko Disney’s Pinocchio: Honest John – Christophe Paradis, Valentina Rosselli, Armita Khanlarpour, Kyoungmin Kim Slumberland: Pig – Fernando Lopes Herrera, Victor Dinis, Martine Chartrand, Lucie Martinetto

Outstanding Animated Character in an Animated Feature Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio: Geppetto – Charles Greenfield, Peter Saunders, Shami Lang-Rinderspacher, Noel Estevez-Baker Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio: Pinocchio – Oliver Beale, Richard Pickersgill, Brian Leif Hansen, Kim Slate — WINNER Strange World: Splat – Leticia Gillett, Cameron Black, Dan Lipson, Louis Jones Turning Red: Panda Mei – Christopher Bolwyn, Ethan Dean, Bill Sheffler, Kureha Yokoo

Outstanding Created Environment in a Photoreal Feature Avatar: The Way of Water: Metkayina Village – Ryan Arcus, Lisa Hardisty, Paul Harris TaeHyoung David Kim Avatar: The Way of Water: The Reef – Jessica Cowley, Joe W. Churchill, Justin Stockton, Alex Nowotny — WINNER Jurassic World Dominion: Biosyn Valley – Steve Ellis, Steve Hardy, Thomas Dohlen, John Seru Slumberland: The Wondrous Cuban Hotel Dream – Daniël Dimitri Veder, Marc Austin, Pavan Rajesh Uppu, Casey Gorton

Outstanding Created Environment in an Animated Feature Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio: In the Stomach of a Sea Monster – Warren Lawtey, Anjum Sakharkar, Javier Gonzalez Alonso, Quinn Carvalho — WINNER Lightyear: T’Kani Prime Forest – Lenora Acidera, Amy Allen, Alyssa Minko, Jose L. Ramos Serrano Strange World: The Windy Jungle – Ki Jong Hong, Ryan Smith, Jesse Erickson, Benjamin Fiske The Sea Beast: The Hunting Ship – Yohan Bang, Enoch Ihde, Denil George Chundangal, John Wallace Wendell & Wild: The Scream Fair – Tom Proost, Nicholas Blake, Colin Babcock, Matthew Paul Albertus Cross

Outstanding Virtual Cinematography in a CG Project ABBA: Voyage – Pär M. Ekberg, John Galloway, Paolo Acri, Jose Burgos Avatar: The Way of Water – Richard Baneham, Dan Cox, Eric Reynolds, A.J Briones — WINNER Prehistoric Planet – Daniel Fotheringham, Krzysztof Szczepanski, Wei-Chuan Hsu, Claire Hill The Batman: Rain Soaked Car Chase – Dennis Yoo, Michael J. Hall, Jason Desjarlais, Ben Bigiel

Outstanding Model in a Photoreal or Animated Project Avatar: The Way of Water: The Sea Dragon – Sam Sharplin, Stephan Skorepa, Ian Baker, Guillaume Francois — WINNER The Sea Beast – Maxx Okazaki, Susan Kornfeld, Edward Lee, Doug Smith Top Gun: Maverick: F-14 Tomcat – Christian Peck, Klaudio Ladavac, Aram Jung, Peter Dominik Wendell & Wild: Dream Faire – Peter Dahmen, Paul Harrod, Nicholas Blake

Outstanding Effects Simulation in a Photoreal Feature Avatar: The Way of Water: Fire and Destruction – Miguel Perez Senent, Xavier Martin Ramirez, David Kirchner, Ole Geir Eidsheim Avatar: The Way of Water: Water Simulations – Johnathan M. Nixon, David Moraton, Nicolas Illingworth, David Caeiro Cebrian — WINNER Black Panther: Wakanda Forever: City Street Flooding – Matthew Hanger, Alexis Hall, Hang Yang, Mikel Zuloaga Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore – Jesse Parker Holmes, Grayden Solman, Toyokazu Hirai, Rob Richardson

Outstanding Effects Simulation in an Animated Feature Lightyear – Alexis Angelidis, Chris Chapman, Jung-Hyun Kim, Keith Klohn Puss in Boots: The Last Wish – Derek Cheung, Michael Losure, Kiem Ching Ong, Jinguang Huang — WINNER Strange World – Deborah Carlson, Scott Townsend, Stuart Griese, Yasser Hamed The Sea Beast – Spencer Lueders, Dmitriy Kolesnik, Brian D. Casper, Joe Eckroat

Outstanding Compositing & Lighting in Feature Avatar: The Way of Water: Landing Rockets Forest Destruction – Miguel Santana Da Silva, Hongfei Geng, Jonathan Moulin, Maria Corcho Avatar: The Way of Water: Water Integration – Sam Cole, Francois Sugny, Florian Schroeder, Jean Matthews — WINNER The Batman: Rainy Freeway Chase – Beck Veitch, Stephen Tong, Eva Snyder, Rachel E. Herbert Top Gun: Maverick – Saul Davide Galbiati, Jean-Frederic Veilleux, Felix B. Lafontaine, Cynthia Rodriguez del Castillo

Outstanding Special (Practical) Effects in a Photoreal Project Avatar: The Way of Water: Current Machine and Wave Pool – JD Schwalm, Richie Schwalm, Nick Rand, Robert Spurlock — WINNER Black Adam: Robotic Flight – JD Schwalm, Nick Rand, Andrew Hyde, Andy Robot, Mad God, Phil Tippett, Chris Morley, Webster Colcord, Johnny McLeod The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power “Adrift” Middle Earth Storm – Dean Clarke, Oliver Gee, Eliot Naimie, Mark Robson

Emerging Technology Award Avatar: The Way of Water: Depth Comp – Dejan Momcilovic, Tobias B. Schmidt, Benny Edlund, Joshua Hardgrave Avatar: The Way of Water: Facial System – Byungkuk Choi, Stephen Cullingford, Stuart Adcock, Marco Revelant Avatar: The Way of Water: Water Toolset – Alexey Dmitrievich Stomakhin, Steve Lesser, Sven Joel Wretborn, Douglas McHale — WINNER Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio: 3D Printed Metal Armature – Richard Pickersgill, Glen Southern, Peter Saunders, Brian Leif Hansen Turning Red: Profile Mover and CurveNets – Kurt Fleischer, Fernando de Goes, Bill Sheffler

#visual effects society #visual effects society awards #ves awards #ves awards 2023 #winners

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darksxder · 1 year

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characters i write for

favs = bolded

avatar (2009)/ avatar: the way of water

jake sully

neytiri

ronal

tonowari

trudy chacon

norm spellman

colonel quaritch (human or recom!)

grace augustine

parker selfridge

lo’ak

neteyam

kiri

t’sireya

ao’nung

*******

charmed

prue halliwell

piper halliwell

phoebe halliwell

paige matthews

cole turner

leo wyatt

chris halliwell

*******

criminal minds

aaron hotchner

spencer reid

jason gideon

emily prentiss

jenifer jareau

penelope garcia

derek morgan

kate callahan

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dragon age

alistair theirin

zevran arainai

duncan

fenris

varric thethras

iron bull

cullen rutherford

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gotham

jim gordon

barbara kean

lee thompson

oswald cobblepot

edward nygma

butch gilzean

fish mooney

bruce wayne

selina kyle

alfred pennyworth

salvatore maroni

carmine falcone

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harry potter

hermione granger

draco malfoy

theodore nott

tom riddle

remus lupin

sirius black

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mass effect

commander shepard

garrus vakarian

liara t’soni

Jeff “joker” moreau

tali’zorah

kasumi goto

thane krios

urdnot wrex

miranda lawson

jacob taylor

jack

liam kosta

nakmor drack

jaal ama darav

tiran kandros

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wednesday

wednesday addams

morticia addams

enid sinclair

xavier thorpe

larissa weems

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#darksxder #request rules #general rules #please read #character list #personal?#navigation

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redblkviolet · 7 days

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Besides tumblr and wattpad fics I love books by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Who is your favorite author? Do you read any Latin books?

By Latin I’m assuming you’re talking about books written in one of the Romance languages such as Spanish or Portuguese? I have not. I understand and speak a little bit of both, as well as French and Italian but I’m not at all fluent enough to read an entire novel unless it is translated. I have heard of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I’m curious to know which one of his works is your favorite. I have so many favorite authors…a lot of them have been favorites since I was a kid, and rubbed off on me because my dad had a lot of their books. Authors and poets such as Mark Twain, James Fenimore Cooper, Edgar Allan Poe, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Jules Verne, and Alistair Maclean could always be found in his library and they are definitely my favorites but there are a lot more.

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musicgoon · 12 years

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Book Reviews: 2021

These are all of the book reviews I published in 2021. Visit the main book reviews page for more.

Bible Review: NIV Bible Speaks Today Study Bible

Romans 8: From Broken to Belonging, by Noe Garcia

Repurposed, by Noe Garcia

Bible Review: Grace and Truth NIV Study Bible

The Promise of Life, by Jonny Atkinson

The Darkest Day, by Jonny Atkinson

Prayers Around the World, by Deborah Lock and Helen Cann

Firstborn, by Leah Roberts

Bread of Life, by Abigail Dodds

Nine Marks of a Healthy Church, by Mark Dever

Truth For Life, by Alistair Begg

Seek and Find: New Testament Bible Stories, by Sarah Parker

Isaiah For You, by Tim Chester

Dating with Discernment, by Sam A. Andreades

Hymns of Note - Rejoice, by William Long

You Are Not Your Own, by Alan Noble

God Dwells Among Us, by G. K. Beale and Mitchell Kim

The Pursuit of God, by A. W. Tozer

The Reformation of the Church, by Banner of Truth

Be Thou My Vision: A Liturgy for Daily Worship, by Jonathan Gibson

Tidings of Comfort and Joy, by Mark M. Yarbrough

Abiding in God’s Presence, by Stephanie O. Hubach

Living Faithfully, by Jenilyn Swett

Waiting with Hope, by Megan Hill

The First Songs of Christmas, by Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth

The Book of Psalms for Worship Hardcover Mini

Towards Rest, by Alabaster

Small Preaching, by Jonathan T. Pennington

Ministers of Reconciliation, edited by Daniel Darling

The Dawn of Redeeming Grace, by Sinclair B. Ferguson

Is Christmas Unbelievable? by Rebecca McLaughlin

Finding My Father, by Blair Linne

Making Faith Magnetic, by Daniel Strange

The Gospels Hardcover, by Alabaster

Called to Care, by Judith Allen Shelly, Arlene B. Miller, and Kimberly H. Fenstermacher

Sermons that Sing, by Noel A. Snyder

Bible Review: The ESV Search the Scriptures Bible

Bible Review: ESV Heirloom Bible, Omega Edition

Everyday Prayer with the Puritans, by Donald K. McKim

Piercing Leviathan, by Eric Ortlund

God Speaks Through Wombs, by Drew Jackson

Systematic Theology, by Louis Berkhof

ESV Expository Commentary: Matthew–Luke

Any Time, Any Place, Any Prayer, by Laura Wifler

Count it All Joy, by John M. Perkins

The Church, by Media Gratiae

A Practical Guide to Family Worship, by Media Gratiae

8 Habits for Growth, by Darryl Dash

1 Corinthians For You, by Andrew Wilson

Just Ask, by J. D. Greear

Esther and the Very Brave Plan, by Tim Thornborough & Jennifer Davison

God’s Very Colorful Creation, by Tim Thornborough & Jennifer Davison

Abide in Christ, by Andrew Murray

The Glorious Pursuit, by Gary Thomas

Never Settle, by Greg Holder

The Promise, by Jason Helopoulos

Ephesians, by Alabaster

Transforming Grace, by Jerry Bridges

Respectable Sins by Jerry Bridges

The Practice of Godliness, by Jerry Bridges

The Pursuit of Holiness, by Jerry Bridges

Our God, by Catechesis Books

The Puritan Path: Photographs of Puritan Sites, Joel R. Beeke and Stephen McCaskell

In The Lord I Take Refuge, by Dane Ortlund

Abuelita Faith, by Kat Armas

Virtual Reality Church, by Darrell L. Bock and Jonathan J. Armstrong

When Prayer is a Struggle, by Kevin P. Halloran

Big Feelings, Bigger God, by Michele Howe

Knowing and Enjoying God, by Tim Challies

Providence by John Piper

Joshua (Evangelical Biblical Theology Commentary) by David G. Firth

75 Masterpieces Every Christian Should Know, by Terry Glaspey

The Child’s Story Bible by Katherine Vos

The Pastor by Faculty and Friends of ‘Old’ Princeton

Mark (Alabaster Guided Meditations) by IVP

Every Leaf, Line, and Letter, Edited by Timothy Larsen

Luke (Alabaster Guided Meditations) by IVP

Changed into His Likeness by J. Gary Millar

The Book of James by Alabaster

The Visual Word by Patrick Schreiner

Preaching to People in Pain by Matthew D. Kim

Your Old Testament Sermon Needs to Get Saved by David M. King

Love Your Church by Tony Merida

Faith for Life by Richard Coekin

Hope in an Anxious World by Helen Thorne

From Weakness to Strength by Scott Sauls

Giving Thanks for a Perfectly Imperfect Life by Michele Howe

The Book of Ruth by Alabaster

Discovering God through the Arts by Terry Glaspey

Bible Review: NIV Reference Bible, Deluxe Single Column, Premier Collection by Zondervan

Commentary Review: 1-2 Timothy and Titus by Andreas J. Kostenberger

Political Visions & Illusions by David T. Koyzis

7 Reasons to (Re)Consider Christianity by Ben Shaw

A Brief Theology of Periods (Yes, really) by Rachel Jones

Brave by Faith by Alistair Begg

A Long Obedience in the Same Direction by Eugene Peterson

Reading the Times: A Literary and Theological Inquiry into the News, by Jeffrey Bilbro

Hymns of Note by William Long

Deliver Us by Michele Howe

Acts by Alabaster

Theology is for Preaching edited by Chase R. Kuhn & Paul Grimmond

Moth by C. S. Fritz

Seekers by C. S. Fritz

The Love of Christ Compels Us: A Book Review of Becoming All Things by Michelle Ami Reyes

Creative God, Colorful Us by Trillia Newbell

Suffering & Glory by Lexham Press

Bible Review: ESV Panorama New Testament

The 1662 Book of Common Prayer (International Edition)

The White Chief of Cache Creek by Faith M. Martin and Charles R. McBurney

The End of Me by Liz Wann

Hebrews For You by Michael J. Kruger

Baptism & Fullness by John Stott

Knowing God by J. I. Packer

The Path of Faith by Brandon D. Crowe

Signs of the Messiah by Andreas J. Kostenberger

A Great Cloud of Witnesses by Trillia Newbell

Jeremiah by Alabaster

Disability and the Church by Lamar Hardwick

Searching Our Hearts in Difficult Times by John Owen

Evangelistic Sermons by D. M. Lloyd-Jones

An Ark for All God’s Noahs by Thomas Brooks

Word, Water, & Spirit by J. V. Fesko

Family Worship Bible Guide by Beeke, Barrett, Bilkes, and Smalley

Conspicuous in His Absence by Chloe T. Sun

Corporate Worship by Matt Merker

The Boy Who Shared His Sandwich by Steph Williams

The Easter Fix by Steph Williams

The Garden, the Curtain, and the Cross by Carl Laferton

What Happens When We Worship by Jonathan Landry Cruse

Morning & Evening by C. H. Spurgeon

Commentary Review: Daniel by Joe M. Sprinkle

Being the Bad Guys by Stephen McAlpine

“Gospelbound” by Collin Hansen and Sarah Eekhoff Zylstra

Worshiping with the Reformers by Karin Maag

The Servant of the Lord and His Servant People by Matthew S. Harmon

More Than a Battle by Joe Rigney

The Wisdom Pyramid by Brett McCracken

The Book of Esther by Alabaster

Journey to the Cross by Paul David Tripp

Evil and Creation by David Luy, Matthew Levering, and George Kalantzis

The God Contest by Carl Laferton and Catalina Echeverri

Commentary Review: Hebrews by Thomas R. Schreiner

An Ocean of Grace by Tim Chester

Meals With Jesus by Ed Drew

Closer by Adrian and Celia Reynolds

The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self by Carl R. Trueman

Charitable Writing by Richard Hughes Gibson and James Edward Beitler III

J. I. Packer by Alister McGrath

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hauntedbestie · 2 years

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As I begin taking writing requests again, I thought it would be a good idea to detail my guidelines for requests as well as fandoms/characters I’m open to writing for (there are…quite a few). Before submitting any kind of request or commission, please take the time to read the below and ensure your request fits the guidelines. Any requests submitted that do not meet the listed guidelines will be deleted without notice.

Note: For commissions/paid requests there is a bit more wiggle room in guidelines since payment is involved. If there’s something outside my guidelines I’ll reach out and work with you to achieve a mutually satisfactory resolution.

Content Guidelines:

I will write:

Sexual content and themes

Violent content and themes

Alternate Universes

Fics involving my Original Characters (Paid requests can include OC content for your characters)

Specified Readers (Race/Gender/characteristic/etc)

Kink (this is a broad category with more “wills” than “wont’s”, submit the request and if something doesn’t jive I’ll reach out)

Reader insert and canon character ship fics (pairings I will write for are listed below)

I will not write:

Incest

P*dophilia

Specific medical conditions (depression/anxiety/broken bones yeah sure. But something specific that will require research is a no).

Homophopic content

Fandom/Character List:

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Will Miller

Arthur Pendragon

Raymond Smith

Tom Hardy Characters

Alfie Solomons

Eddie Brock

Bane

Max

Eames

Tommy Conlon

Symbrock

Pedro Pascal Characters

Max Phillips

Marcus Pike

Frankie Morales

Ezra

Javier Peña

Din Djarin

Pro Wrestling

Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

Seth Rollins

Roman Reigns

Triple H (any era)

Randy Orton (any era)

William Regal (any era)

CM Punk (any era)

Colt Cabana

Eddie Kingston

Chuck Taylor

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Wade Barrett

CSI:

Nick Stokes

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Tim Speedle

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Gil/Sara

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Boba Fett

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Finn

Din Djarin

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Dragon Age

Alistair Therin

Cullen Rutherford

Leliana

Josephine Montilyet

Varric Tethras

Isabella

Cassandra Penteghast

The Iron Bull

Kremissius “Krem” Alclassi

Dorian Pavus

Sebastian Vael

Anders

Slashers:

Michael Myers

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bo Sinclair

Richie Kirsch

Triple Frontier

Will Miller

Benny Miller

Santiago Garcia

Frankie Morales

Mass Effect

Kaidan Alenko

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Thane Krios

Shenko

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Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand

Viktor Vector

Jackie Welles

Panam Palmer

Saul Bright

Goro Takemura

River Ward

Misty Olszewski

Misty/Jackie

Misty/Jackie/V

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Leon S. Kennedy

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Jill Valentine

Carlos Olivera

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

Leon/Ada

Chris/Jill

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 5

Alistair x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Alistair pleads his case to you over a candlelit dinner.

Warnings: NSFW, Mature Content, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Hair Pulling, Kissing, Bondage, Mentions of Sex and Cunnilingus, Kidnapping, Coercion, Jealousy, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Alcohol, Vampirism

Word Count: 2.4k+

Tags: @skittle479 @acutecupidity @bullet-prooflove @sadndnboii-reads @avatarofseshat

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Time seems to stand still as street lamps blur into traffic lights, whizzing by in a dull electric hum as you try your best to memorize the route your captor is taking you down. The other armed men in the car refuse to look at you or answer any of your questions as they drive you down a confusing combination of streets and alleyways until they reach their final destination. An old Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town stands alone in the middle of a parking lot, its weathered exterior falling apart in decrepit disarray as the black SUV comes to a complete stop.

One of the men rips off your rosary before forcing you out onto the pavement, the barrel of his gun pressing cold between your shoulder blades as you step over potholes and tufts of grass to get closer to the building. You can only imagine what lay ahead, your mind racing through every horrific scenario possible as you keep your eyes peeled for any shards of glass that might pierce your bare feet. You try your best to control your breathing, already jumping to the worst case scenario of Jack being dead or bleeding inside as the building seems to grow in height as you approach it. Only once you walk through those doors, you don’t find him tied to a chair or hanging from a meat hook in the freezer like you had feared. Instead all you find is Alistair, clean and confident as the first day you’d met him, dressed to the nines.

“You almost got away from me there, little lamb,” he breaks the deafening silence, proudly sitting at the head of a table in the middle of the deserted restaurant. It’s decorated with candles of varying length, each of their flames reaching toward the ceiling as their golden white hue reflects off his iridescent skin. His eyes remain cold and dark, hungrily scouring over you as the man who brought you here obediently steps away, holstering his weapon with a wave of Alistair’s hand. “Gave me quite the scare.”

“Where’s Jack?” You ask, noticing the other large men guarding every exit of the desolate dining room. You’re just now beginning to fully realize that you’re in way over your head; the news of your relationship with Jack and his Lycan nature paling in comparison to the stakes you’re being presented with at this very moment.

“Where’s Jack?” He repeats mockingly, picking up the bottle of wine in front of him and pouring it into the empty glass closest to you. “You know, you look a little paler than usual. You must be famished from all that running around you’ve been doing behind my back, and now all you can ask me is ‘where’s Jack’?” He fills the cup up to the brim, the scarlet liquid spilling over the sides and racing down the stem before he sets the bottle back down beside him. “You’re beginning to sound ungrateful.” His eyes lock onto yours with that last word, pulling you in like they had so many times before. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No.” You mutter as you weigh the pros and cons of stalling, running, or putting up any semblance of a fight before realizing that it would be all in vain. You know now that you wouldn’t make it ten steps to the door without a bullet in your back or his teeth in your neck, so you decide that your best bet is to play along. “We wouldn’t.”

“Good!” He exclaims, pushing the glass closer to you with a grin. “Now that we’re on the same page, why don’t you have a drink with me and maybe we can talk about Jack after you’ve eaten.”

You sit down hesitantly at his table, scooting your chair close enough to see the light blue veins highlighted by the flickering flames of the candles as they slither their way up his face and hands. More vibrant than you remember from before, they almost seem to glow in this hazy dreamlike ambiance as he nods toward your plate, urging you again to partake.

You recognize this meal from the night before, this exact table setting, now that you think about it. It’s almost as if he had replicated it piece by piece from the smallest details of the brand of wine to the very type of meats, fruits and cheeses stacked onto your plate. You can only speculate that he must want you to consume these specific things in order for their flavors to start coursing through your veins by the time he eventually drinks from you again.

Your last meal.

“To us,” he toasts with a raise of his own glass, the pewter goblet disguising its contents as he patiently waits for you to follow suit. He pauses as you reluctantly pick up your flute, watching the remnants of the fermented drink drip down your fingers and wrist as you carefully bring it up to his level.

“To us,” you repeat, your dry lips trembling with your expanding knowledge of him before the Merlot splashes over your tongue and down your throat.

“How does it taste?” His elbows practically creak against the old wood beneath the velvet tablecloth as his lips slowly part, mirroring yours to mimic the act of your consumption.

“Good,” you admit, taking another sip before setting the glass down as it stains a purple ring onto your napkin. If you’re going to be stuck here in this situation, you might as well take in a little liquid courage in the process.

“I would certainly hope so,” his smile widens as he leans in even closer to you, stirring up your complicated attraction to him. “I know how much you like it.”

“I want to say thank you,” you pause, taking yet another sip of the dry wine as it warms your body from the inside out, tingling its way into your extremities.

You can feel your desire for him grow with each subsequent drink you take, his sharp features more pleasing to the eye as they remind you of what brought you into his bedroom to begin with. It would be easy enough to fall under his spell again, and nearly impossible for you to tell if you haven’t already been entranced once he opened his mouth, but you force yourself to stay on track.

“But why did you bring me here? Why are you doing all of this?” Your questions are cut short as the space between you begins to shrink, your heart racing as he bends forward across the tabletop.

“Did our time together mean nothing to you?” His eyes dart over your face and neck, lingering on your pulse for a minute before he looks back into your eyes. “The feelings we shared, the breakthroughs we had?” His voice becomes shaky as his cold, slender fingers brush over your knuckles. “I know it meant something to me.”

The dense fog that surrounded your recent memories finally lifts as soon as he touches you, completely clearing the way for you to look back on them with ‘sober’ objectivity. Images of his mouth between your thighs, your hands in his hair and his name on your lips start piecing the whole picture back together into one deviantly cognizant mosaic. You recall every sensation he’d put you through, a tantalizing mixture of pleasure, patience and pain; leather and chains holding you back as you allowed him access to the most elusive parts of you. Ecstasy beyond your wildest dreams had ripped its way through your core, forcing your arms and legs to pull on the elaborate restraints tying you down, all under seemingly safe and voluntary conditions.

You look up at him from across your macabre candlelit dinner, these carnal truths visibly floating to the very top of your consciousness like algae on the surface, clearing the murky waters of your mind as he continues to touch you.

“There it is.” He leans back in his chair, smirking victoriously as he removes his hand from yours. “You know, from the very first second I saw you, I knew exactly what I wanted from you.” He stands up, casually waltzing in a circle around the table before stopping just behind you. “And you knew exactly what you needed from me.” He places his hands onto your shoulders, taking his time to massage your aching muscles before bending down to whisper into your ear. “What you deserved.”

“And what is that?” It takes everything you have not to turn your head, not to give in to the spine tingling sensation his lips feather into your skin.

“Freedom,” he answers, weaving his fingers up into your hairline. “From all the shame and fear that surrounds your generation’s archaic ideals of pleasure.” He grabs onto your locks, tugging downward so your chin juts toward the ceiling as he practically kisses his next words into the delicate skin of your jawline. “Freedom from abandonment and doubt, from the everyday monotony of this pathetic mortal realm.”

“Then why did you make me forget?” You manage to ask even though your breath stifles, his tightening grip on you bringing your body to very the brink of excitement.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s all coming back to you by now.” He smooths his other hand loosely around your neck, his thumb brushing over your bite mark in an almost loving manner.

“Not about us.” You swallow against his palm as it encases your throat, your body’s arousal response battling against its own fight or flight instinct. “Why did you make me forget about Jack?”

He immediately lets go of your hair at the mention of his name, quickly pulling away from you. “You don’t need my help forgetting about someone who’s hardly ever there in the first place, now do you?” He straightens his posture, slowly walking across the room toward the closest boarded up window. “Someone who can easily let weeks go by without hearing your voice, seeing your face, or touching your skin? Without so much as a word exchanged between you two? Where do you think your beloved Jack is right now, huh? Running away, again?”

“He said that he called me, that he texted, that he tried to tell me where he was, but he…”

“And you believed him?!” He cuts you off, his tone suddenly sharp and hectic as madness paints the entire width of his eyes completely black. The veins in his face seem to fill with blood, a deep purple against his pallid complexion before receding again back to their usual azure tone. “I would never do that to you!” He advances on you again, pointing toward his own chest to further prove the weight of his words as he bares his teeth. “I would never abandon or forget you, never let your needs go unmet while your mind races to wonder where I could be or what I could be doing.”

You stare at him, silent, as the seesaw of fear and attraction he always manages to balance on nearly tips the scales into sheer terror. He’s never shown you this side of him before, at least not that you can recall, his demeanor always practiced into a feigned display of being cool, calm and collected even in your fits of passion. You wonder how much of your time together was performative, how much work he’d put into becoming what he thought you wanted.

“No matter,” he takes a moment to calm himself down, bringing the whites back into the rims of his eyes. “I can see that you’re going to make this more difficult than necessary.” He pauses and walks back over to you, taking the arms of your chair and turning you to face him before getting onto his knees. “Do you really think someone like him can give you what you want?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, his hands on your knees barely keeping them still as they shake in anticipation of whatever torrid emotion might strike him next.

“Eternal devotion.” He offers, tears miraculously filling in his eyes as his chin begins to quiver. “Can you even imagine it my love? An eternity together…” He cups your cheek as he studies your features, his concoction of sorrow and anger pooling at the bottom of his eyelids until they start to stream down his face. “Someone like Jack can’t even give you a full week of his time, but I can give you so much more than that. I can protect and provide for you until the end of time, give you anything you could ever want. I would steal for you, lie for you… kill for you, my darling.”

Even though he addresses you directly as he caresses your face, he seems to be looking past you somehow. His desperate gaze gives you the hollow, sinking feeling that he’s merely using you as nothing more than a vessel, as if he’s almost looking right through you. As impossible as it is to predict what he’s capable of in this state, you do what you’ve always done in dangerous situations: you fawn.

“Okay,” you nod, agreeing to whatever plan he has set up for you while still holding out hope that Jack is on his way.

“Okay?” He smiles, nearly pinching your cheek as the tears drip off his face and splash onto your lap. “I’m so happy to hear you say that,” his tone changes again, the sadness in his expression disappearing as soon as it had come on. “Now eat up, you’re going to need your strength.”

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