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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 7

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

This Chapter: Alistair's surprise is more than you bargained for.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Blood, Violence, Death, Gore, Vampires, Werewolves, Jealousy, Taunting, Threats, Infidelity Villain Monologue

Word Count: 1.4k+

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

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Without thinking, you start to run toward Jack in an effort to free him from his bonds, but you’re immediately cut short by a quick tug of your hair, pulling you backward.

“Ah ah ah!” Alistair scolds, whipping your neck back to face the ceiling as he practically drags your heels across the floor. “Not so fast, little lamb.” He presses his lips against your scalp, inhaling the fear as it practically radiates off you. “Not until I say so.”

“Leave her out of this, Alistair!” You hear your original lover plead between heavy breaths, his chains clinking together as he tries in vain to break free. “Do what you want with me, but let her go.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Alistair grins with delight, each and every one of his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight as he pulls you toward Jack along with him. “What’s that old colloquialism again, Jack? The forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest?” He loosens his grip on your hair once there’s barely any space between the three of you, carefully moving a stray strand away from your face before opening his mouth again to speak. “No one tastes quite like her, do they?” His eyes bore into yours, that dangerous draw of his making it impossible for you to look anywhere else as he continues stroking your locks. “And I’m not just talking about her blood.”

You hear Jack growl, the shackles around his wrists jingling as he pulls on them in another futile attempt to escape.

“Oh, you should have seen what we were just up to down the hall.” He pulls his gaze away from you to look at his prisoner, holding his fingers in front of his nose just long enough for him to catch your scent on them before he lets them fall back to his side.

“No,” Jack whimpers in disbelief, shaking his head at the thought. “You didn’t.” He looks at you, pleading for a different story but you’re too ashamed to give him one. Instead you only look at your feet, avoiding any further eye contact as he chooses to address Alistair directly. “You hypnotized her, enchanted her, you had to…”

“Did I?” He winks, leaning in toward him as the harsh truth hangs silently in the air between them. “Maybe she just finally came to her senses,” he smirks, narrowly dodging Jack gnashing his teeth.

“Oh, and you won’t be able to get out those silver chains, Jackie Boy.” He releases you all together, traipsing into the center of the room as he leaves you to your own devices. “Or should I say ‘Jacob’? Jacob Russoff, if my research is correct?” He smirks as he lets that extra bit of information sink in, your brow furrowing in exponential confusion. “I ordered these restraints special off the dark web; pure silver spikes should keep you from even thinking about turning while you’re down here with us.”

“I’m going to kill you, Alistair. As soon as I get out of these, I swear to God, I’m going to tear you apart.” Jack mutters, ignoring Alistair’s rant.

“Not from where I’m standing, you’re not.” He chuckles, glancing at him for a second before looking over at you. “You know, I thought about killing your beau after I found her… I really did. Just as quickly and ruthlessly as you killed Talia, but that just didn’t seem fair.”

Oh God. Oh no! This isn’t about you. This was NEVER about you. You were just a pawn this whole time to hit Jack where it hurt the most. How could you have been so fucking stupid? How could you have been so selfish?

“It would have been so easy,” he starts his villainous monologue by making his way back over to you. “But then I thought of something better, something more devastating to plague you with in your final moments.” He caresses your face and tugs on your bottom lip, entrancing you again. “Something more fun.” He fingers the hem of your silk gown as it dips into your cleavage, pulling it down far enough to expose the top of your nipples. “She looks amazing in this shade of green, don’t you think, Jacob? It really brings out the cooler tones in her skin, because… if I’m being honest… when I’m done with her, that’s all that she’ll have left.”

Jack growls with a fatal mixture of anger jealousy as he watches his adversary touch you, his face changing in shape as fangs and hair grow and shrink from his head before relinquishing back into his original form.

Alistair only laughs at Jack’s failed attempt at transformation, carefully tracing the outline of his first bite on your neck with his fingertips. “Talia and I had been together for centuries… traveling the world, drinking the blood of every man, woman and child in any country we could book passage to. Until you and your little daywalker friend broke into our home when I was out hunting. When I finally got back later that morning, the love of my life, my partner in crime, was reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes.”

“Please,” Jack pulls again on his restraints, the spikes underneath them now digging into his skin as droplets of blood splash onto the floor. “Please don’t do this, I’m begging you!”

Alistair grabs onto your chin, squeezing it tightly as he forces you to face him. “Talia didn’t have time to beg for her life. So I thought, wouldn’t it be something if I found the love of your life and somehow made her forget all about you? Your romantic history, your cursed nature, the sound of your voice, or even your name?” He pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulders, guiding you out of the cloth that pools at your feet before grazing his palm over your breast.

You can feel your muscles moving under his silent command, every ounce of resistance you try to put up against him failing as your body does exactly as it’s told. His icy cold grasp surrounds your hips and waist as he draws you in to further torment you both against your will, still speaking to Jack as if you aren’t even in the room.

“Do you know how fast she folded? How quickly she ran into my arms as soon as I erased all those memories of you from her mind? Sure, it took me a while to comb through every interaction, to go through her phone while she slept, to delete every trace of you from existence, but it was worth it, Jacob.” He closes his eyes and smiles, reliving that moment for a minute before opening his eyes again.

“I mean I see why you like her, just based on the things she let me do to her,” he cups your breast before pinching your nipple, drawing out a reflexive moan from your lips that widens his smile. “The things she begged me to do to her were absolutely obscene! Honestly, when I looked back on all of her memories of you, I don’t think you ever got as far as I did. Not even close! You never truly understood her on the level she was so desperate to be seen on.” He taunts him as his hand smooths over your neck again, stopping only to softly caress your cheek. “But I think I’ve grown quite fond of her in the process, and I might even keep you alive long enough for you to watch me turn her. I want you to watch her become everything that you hate before the hunger takes over and it’s just you against your blood thirsty girlfriend.”

Before he has a chance to reply, Alistair kisses you deeply, ignoring Jack’s running starts to break his chains out of their metal fasteners in the wall as his frigid arms surround you completely. His cold embrace intensifies as he bombards you with that euphoric feeling from before, flooding your thoughts with images of you and him together in every heated position imaginable before suddenly pulling back.

A dense and deafening silence fills the air like the calm before a storm, forcing the three of you to pause and stare blankly at each other.

The distant sound of gunfire draws his hands completely away from you, breaking the spell that kept you docile and compliant as your eyes shift back over to Jack. Scattered screams and thuds from three stories up muffled by the thick concrete that encases this room only grow louder with the ding of the elevator down the hall. Quick, heavy footsteps increase in speed and volume before the red door finally swings violently open again, barely hanging on by its hinges.

“Took you long enough,” you hear Jack whisper under his breath with a smile.

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Late Night with the Devil (2024) review

Nothing beats retro 70’s demonic haunting. It was a simpler time…

Plot: Johnny Carson rival Jack Delroy hosts a syndicated talk show ‘Night Owls’ that has long been a trusted companion to insomniacs around the country. However, ratings for the show have plummeted since the tragic death of Jack's beloved wife. Desperate to turn his fortunes around, on October 31st, 1977, Jack plans a Halloween special like no other- unaware he is about to unleash evil into the living rooms of America.

Ladies and gentlemen, please do not adjust your television sets, for there is a new found-footage horror film in town from the indy circuit, and it might just breath the right amount of fresh air into an oversaturated genre. Personally I’ve never been a major fan of found-footage. I hear folks raving about the original Blair Witch Project yet all I watched was a bunch of guys running around the woods screaming endlessly for no reason. Additionally the shaky-cam element can be so dizzying and sickly that I truly end up questioning the entertainment value of it all. There are exceptions to the rule of course. 2008’s science fiction invasion popcorn flick Cloverfield was tons of fun, as it provided a genuine experience of what it would be like if you were thrown right into the middle of monster attack in the millennial age. There are also some genuine scares and the found footage format worked really well with the film’s themes. I too enjoyed the 2020 black comedy Spree, where Joe Keery’s driver goes on a murder spree whilst constantly filming himself in hopes of becoming a viral sensation. It may not be a five-star ride, but it earns its tip for being a well crafted and inspired effort. To be fair, The Visit from M. Night Shyamalamadingdong was enjoyable piece of horror involving creepy grandparents. Okay, maybe I do enjoy found-footage flicks, but as long as they are decently made and that format style supports the narrative in a cohesive and advantageous way.

With Late Night with the Devil, ideologies of faith and the paranormal are challenged through the lens of the late-night TV format. Think how the 1976 Network analysed the corruption of the television industry, and how the camera can influence the politics and beliefs of those watching, Late Night with the Devil does the same but with the supernatural. Presented as a rediscovered master tape of a notorious Halloween late night special, it feels like we’re watching an actual talk show in real time, and the 70’s inspiration is in full display here from the grainy monitor display to the costumers to the special effects. It truly feels like we’re looking into a time capsule of the past, and that this all really happened. Again, found-footage as a filmmaking style works when it serves the purpose of the narrative, which in this case it does. It is a shame then that the movie in its finale loses the found-footage element and instead opts for the shock value by showcasing a dream-like vision of one of the characters. Granted at the time of watching the ending it did give me a “what the fuck” reaction that the movie was going for, but looking back this sequence did hinder what otherwise was a fantastic piece of creepy unique horror.

Performances across the entire cast were great and really dedicated. Wonderful to see David Dastmalchian finally get a leading role, as he’s always been a stand-out supporting performer, whether he was polka-dotting in The Suicide Squad, or stealing the comedic limelight from Paul Rudd in the Ant-Man movies, or being a haunting presence in every Denis Villeneuve epic. Dastmalchian is a true scene stealer, and at age 48 it is shocking that only now he finally gets a lead role. Regardless he is fantastic as Jack Delroy, as he balances the charming charisma of a late-night talk show host whilst also showcases the inner demons of this character, still mourning the recent death of his wife, as well as his eagerness to become relevant again after consistently losing ratings. From the quivers in his voice to the fear in his eyes, this is a really juicy showcasing role for Dastmalchian and one that is sure to be a memorable one when looking back on the actor’s rich filmography. Ingrid Torelli as Lilly the possessed survivor of a Satanic cult was truly creepy and unnerving. From her voice changes to her awkward movements, she truly felt unnatural, or dare I say supernatural, and her strangeness was at times even comical, but also really uncomfortable. Ian Bliss as Carmichael Hunt, a paranormal sceptic, too gave a powerhouse performance, delivering lines with prowess and was a truly commanding presence. Rhys Auteri rounds up the cast as Gus the announcer of Jack’s late night show, acting very befit of, say, a Higgins for Jimmy Fallon or a Guillermo for Jimmy Kimmel. He very much embraced the role as Dastmalchian’s side-kick and provided some solid light-hearted comedy to the proceedings.

Late Night with the Devil is a true delight for horror enthusiasts, with some great use of old-school practical effects evidently inspired by 1982’s The Thing, solid sound design that harkened back to that era of television, and enough unsettling moments of suspense to entertain and shock. Minus a couple of cheap electrical sparks there isn’t any CGI used which is refreshing, and overall visually the retro element was truly delightful. Again, the ending does scratch some heads, but overall this is a refreshing piece of campy horror, with a showcasing performance from Dastmalchian. In this you can truly put your faith on.

Overall score: 7/10

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Kolchak: The Night Stalker - 50th Anniversary Retrospective | JoBlo Horror Originals

The Night Stalker would air 50 years ago this year and would break the record for the most-watched TV movie ever at that time. The film would inspire many fans of horror and science fiction and would actually go on to inspire one of the most popular science fiction TV series of all-time 21 years after it aired. On this 50th anniversary, I think it is only right we return to the dark side of Las Vegas and roam the strip alongside Carl Kolchak as he searches the night for the truth in The Night Stalker. And famous fang fan David Dastmalchian will be joining us to talk about how The Night Stalker helped inspire his own creation in the comic book Count Crowley Amateur Midnight Monster Hunter and why the original film is one of the true classics of the genre.

WATCH OR OWN THE FILM HERE: https://bit.ly/3jz0Oyw

Written by Jessica Dwyer | Narrated by Jessica Dwyer | Edited by Victoria Verduzco | Produced by Lance Vlcek & John Fallon | Executive Produced by Berge Garabedian.

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DUNE (2021)

Starring Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Josh Brolin, Stellan Skarsgård, Dave Bautista, Stephen McKinley Henderson, Zendaya, David Dastmalchian, Chang Chen, Sharon Duncan-Brewster, Charlotte Rampling, Jason Momoa, Javier Bardem, Babs Olusanmokun and Benjamin Clementine.

Screenplay by Jon Spaihts and Denis Villeneuve and Eric Roth.

Directed by Denis Villeneuve.

Distributed by Warner Bros. Pictures. 155 minutes. Rated PG-13.

I have a long, checkered past with Dune. I read Frank Herbert’s novel in high school – right in the middle of my science fiction infatuation, when I decided to read almost all the classics – and honestly, it left very little impression on me. All these years later I could barely tell you a thing about the book, other than the fact that I found it kind of underwhelming. (Even though I’m no longer as big of a sci-fi fan, I have long felt that I should revisit the book as an adult and see if perhaps it just went over my head at the time.)

I absolutely hated David Lynch’s 1984 film version of Dune starring a miscast Kyle McLachlan and Sting – and I am a fan of all three of those artists normally. I saw it in the cinema when it first came out and have actively avoided seeing it again, with no interest in revisiting that one. (Semi-interesting but useless personal trivia fact: a negative take on that film was my first published movie review.)

Therefore, I had a certain amount of trepidation when it was announced that the novel would be brought back to the big screen by Denis Villeneuve (Prisoners, Sicario, Arrival, Blade Runner 2049) a filmmaker who I have long felt was overrated. Don’t get me wrong, Villeneuve is a brilliant technical stylist – his films look amazing – but his storytelling style is dark, muddled, overly complicated, ugly and very, very cynical about life and human behavior. (And this is coming from someone who usually likes a healthy amount of cynicism in a film.) In fact, I hated Prisoners almost as much as I hated David Lynch’s Dune, and of the four films noted above I can only say Arrival was a film that I liked – and even that was far from a favorite.

Therefore, the good news is that the new Dune is a lot better than I feared it may be. It’s not a perfect film, or one I’m likely to revisit often, but while watching it I mostly enjoyed the story.

Honestly, it’s a bit too long (two and a half hours, and from what I understand it only tells half of the story of the book) and sometimes a little slow moving. And the ending sort of leaves the audience in a lurch – right in the middle of a larger story which we will not be able to see until the second Dune is made. However at least through this film I can see some of the appeal of Dune as a story, which again completely escaped me in the Lynch version.

The storyline is long and labyrinthine and slightly confusing – and I know how much director Villeneuve is averse to spoilers in reviews of his films – so I’ll only give the most thumbnail of sketches. Dune is essentially the story of two warring houses over the rule of Caladan, a dangerous desert planet, however it is the home of a natural substance called Spice with hallucinogenic qualities, therefore Caladan is very valuable.

The good guys are the Atreides – Duke Leto (Oscar Isaac), Lady Jessica (Rebecca Ferguson) and son Paul (Timothée Chalamet). They want to care for the planet and its inhabitants, while at the same time making money for the Emperor. However, they have been assigned to take over from the Harkonnens, a violent somewhat lawless clan which is not taking being replaced very well. This leads to an all-out war between the factions.

As is Villeneuve’s main talent as a filmmaker – Dune looks spectacular. It has large expansive vistas and impressive CGI – especially with the sand worms – giant creatures which terrorize the planet. The film has the kind of epic scope which can be breathtaking on the big screen, so if you can watch it in a cinema, do.

Unfortunately, Villeneuve’s Achilles heel as a filmmaker is also present – the dialogue is often dry and clinical and the movie sometimes bogs down in the minutiae of its story, making certain stretches drag mercilessly.

I do feel that Dune: Part One (and how surprised was I when the opening credits actually gave the film title as that) is more for the fanatical followers of the book than a casual observer. However, since Dune is the best-selling science fiction book ever, that may not be a bad marketing strategy.

So, now, we all have to sit around and wait for Dune: Part Two to be ready. Or, conversely, we can forget the whole thing and leave it where it is. Honestly, I could go either way, but I think I will probably see the second Dune film to see what happens next, since we have been left right in the middle of the story. Or maybe I’ll just reread the book and find out more quickly.

Jay S. Jacobs

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WHAT IF Episode Predictions

The picture above shows 25 confirmed MCU cast members who will be reprising their roles for the Disney Plus animated series depicting various what if scenarios throughout the cinematic history.

“What If: Peggy Carter was given the super Soldier Serum?” has already been confirmed. Based on the list given we can assume that Captain America: The First Avenger alums will be Dominic Cooper as Howard Stark, Stanley Tucci as Dr Erskine, and Neal McDonough as Dum Dum Doogan. There is a comic with this storyline but based on the cast unless Red Skull is the big bad maybe Toby Jones goes full MODOK?

“What If: Killmonger’s uprising was a success and he remained King of Wakanda?” Kinda feels like a glorified YouTube’s How It Should Have Ended... but mainly I believe it’s definitely more like fan service or plain fan fiction as Hayley Atwell’s Peggy Carter and Michael B Jordan’s Erik Killmonger definitely have strong followings. But here there is a story to tell. Wakanda could succeed in a world take over and would Chadwick Boseman’s T’Challa see his side or continue to become a freedom fighter?

“What If: Captain America was never found?” Agents of SHIELD already did a phenomenal “What If: Hydra Succeeded in Captain America: The Winter Soldier” storyline where they were Agents of Hydra and a secret resistance. But if Cap was never un-iced does that mean there’s still no one willing to fight for the price of freedom? Enter Sam Jackson as Nick Fury and Jeremy Renner as Agent Barton, Hawkeye. After Avengers (2012) Barton simply disappeared until Avengers: Age of Ultron. I say that should there have not been a Steve Rogers that Fury would have went to Barton who he obviously trusted enough to allow him a sanctuary home off the records, to help him stop this internal takeover. Sebastian Stan would return as the Winter Soldier and I think Toby Jones returns here as computer Arnim Zola.

“What If: Kurt was Ant-Man instead of Scott Lang?” Hear me out because I find this one kinda interesting. David Dastmalchian’s Kurt is not only a professional heist man himself but he’s also a brainiac like Scott where it was him who hacked and disabled the laser grid. Michael Douglas returning as Hank Pym originally chose Paul Rudd’s Scott Lang because he was brilliant and a crook so skilled yet expendable. But he wasn’t expendable after all! He has a kid that he loves and wants to turn away from crime in order to be with. So he could effectively be the middleman between Hank and Kurt in place for Janet Van Dyne to help whip him into hero shape.

“What If: The Guardians of Galaxy were never a thing?” When a was set into motion originally Karen Gillan’s Nebula not Gamora was assigned to get the orb from Xandar. It could be assumed that Nebula wouldn’t have hesitated to kill Peter Quill in doing so. But this would obviously bring her a whole lot of problems from Michael Rooker’s Yondu Udonta and his Ravagers like Sean Gunn’s Kraglin and... Chris Sullivan’s Taserface? Maybe Nebula might turn on Thanos so then Djimon Hounsou’s Korvath turns on Ronan and then Taserface turns on Yondu forming Queen Nebula and the Boys.

“What If: Jane Foster found Mjolnir before finding Thor?” Again it is HUGE that Natalie Portman is returning to the MCU and of course it’s because the prospect of the damsel but brilliant Jane Foster becoming her own hero. I believe that gets exploited and she becomes Thor earlier in the timeline here wherein her research she finds Mjolnir before Thor and even finds it before SHIELD. Consider that young arrogant Chris Hemsworth as Thor might not have taken too kindly to this blasphemy of his precious Hammer and might even evoke the help of his God of Mischief brother Tom Hiddleston as Loki to help get it back. This actually is less in the vain of a Shakespearean love triangle as much as an odd couple of brothers trying to best an OP chick that one of them or both end up falling for. It could be what Portman’s forgettable Your Highness was trying to be.

“What If: Planet Hulk Remastered” This one excites me the most! Mark Ruffalo may very well never get a solo Hulk film but what about a featured episode? I say simply reboot the old Planet Hulk (2010) animated film but with Ruffalo, Taika Waititi returning as Korg, and Jeff Goldblum returning as himself The Grandmaster. They don’t need no stinkin’ Asgardians for a revolution just enough pamphlets!

“What If: Thanos was truly inevitable?” Josh Brolin to return again as the Mad Titan would need to be for a just reason. He retains the Gauntlet and resets the universe to his own making only to find that any universe he makes might continue to resist him. Maybe greater powers might come to judge him for his playing god. Either way this will be an opportunity for Brolin to really expand this character either to his philosophy or to his madness which I am sure Brolin would love to do.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel studios #disney plus #disney+ #marvel what if #what if #peggy carter #hayley atwell #erik killmonger #michael b jordan #nick fury #samuel l jackson #hawkeye #clint barton #jeremy renner #ant man #paul rudd #guardians of the galaxy #nebula #karen gillan #jane foster #the mighty thor #natalie portman #tom hiddleston #loki #planet hulk #mark ruffalo #marvelvsmarvel

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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.

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The Suicide Squad: Inside James Gunn’s DCEU Supervillain War Movie

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In November 2019, I found myself in the middle of a war zone. Well, the closest approximation of a war zone I’ve ever found myself in during my time visiting the sets of blockbuster movies. If I had been brought to this particular set in Atlanta on a sunny autumn afternoon without knowing what movie it was that I was supposed to be getting a peek at, the scene presented to a group of journalists probably would have convinced me that this was some new war movie or straight up action blockbuster, and not one that features a collection of DC villains and antiheroes at its core.

The set in question is called “Jotunheim” and it’s apparently an objective Task Force X needs to conquer in The Suicide Squad. But for all intents and purposes, this could be the kind of Nazi fortress that the gritty characters of movies like The Dirty Dozen or Where Eagles Dare need to conquer, whether or not they get out alive. That’s no accident, according to director James Gunn.

“A lot of the film is within the genre of war caper films,” Gunn tells reporters later that day, specifically referencing The Dirty Dozen, Kelly’s Heroes, and others. “It’s not really something that’s existed for a long time, but in the late 60s that was one of the most vibrant genres of the world. [We wanted to] kind of … add on to it with The Suicide Squad.” 

There’s no sign of Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn, Idris Elba’s Bloodsport, or any of the other oddball DC characters at the center of Gunn’s newest movie as we stroll the Jotunheim set. Whatever wild action took place here seems to have been resolved long before our arrival. But the evidence is everywhere and it must have been one hell of a fight.

From the decrepit guard tower and busted fence at the perimeter to the entrance of Jotunheim (which has a massive hole blasted in it) is probably a distance of 100 meters or so. And virtually every inch of that shows the scope of whatever took place here: burnt out bunkers, overturned and semi-destroyed jeeps, sandbagged guard stations, and so much debris, a mixture of real rocks and carved foamcore and plywood “masonry.” 

“It’s a giant construction project” producer Peter Safran jokes about the number and scale of practical sets that have been built for The Suicide Squad. “The idea is to do as much practically as we possibly could.”

That reliance on practical sets and effects wherever possible is a theme that keeps coming up throughout the day as we tour sets and look at production artwork, scale models, weapons, and more.

“We built literally three football fields of a set and that’s so unusual in this day and age,” production designer Beth Mickle says of Jotunheim. “You just never do that. We wanted to have real rubble behind them in the battle sequences, and we wanted to see the building that they’re attacking. For that scene to exist in a film today is just highly unusual. And we’ve done that set and then a dozen others of that scale, so it’s incredible.”

Both the war movie vibe and the love of practical effects are very much in evidence on another set, a convincing indoor recreation of a jungle with a guerilla camp nestled in the middle of it. There’s dirty laundry hanging, filthy pots strewn around, a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and a half empty bottle of watery beer…and what appear to be bloody chunks of skull and assorted viscera littering the grass. Like Jotunheim, something went down here, and whatever it was, it wasn’t pretty.

The Characters of The Suicide Squad: Meet Task Force X

It all stands in almost stark contrast to the wacky assortment of brightly-colored characters that make up the actual team. The concept art and costume tests for these characters were suitably colorful and wildly offbeat, and it’s almost hard to make this line up with the gritty, war movie vibes of the Jotunheim and jungle sets. But storyboards reveal a nighttime action sequence on a beach, with the Squad invading the fictional nation of Corto Maltese, and were it not for the colors and unique designs of the characters wreaking havoc, this too would be evocative of just about anything other than a superhero movie.

A production office is papered with life sized posters of Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie), Captain Boomerang (Jai Courtney), Peacemaker (John Cena), King Shark (performed by Steve Agee and voiced by Sylvester Stallone…although we don’t know that at the time), Blackguard (Pete Davison), Savant (Michael Rooker), Mongal (Mayling Ng), Weasel (Sean Gunn), The Thinker (Peter Capaldi), Ratcatcher 2 (Daniela Melchior), Javelin (Flula Borg), Amanda Waller (Viola Davis), Rick Flag (Joel Kinnaman), TDK (Nathan Fillion), and Bloodsport (Idris Elba).

Looming large is also Idris Elba’s ominous, armored character who we now all know as Bloodsport, but who the studio remained cagey about identifying during this set visit for some reason, leaving reporters to speculate on the identity of the badass in blue, black, and gold. Between the color scheme, the armor, and an impressively intimidating assortment of weapons left out on a table for reporters to ogle as it’s explained that each weapon transforms into or folds out of each other, speculation about Bloodsport ends up occupying a fair amount of the downtime between interviews.

So what exactly could possibly hold such a motley crew together?

“You have to remember that all either have been wrongfully accused or done horrible, morally wrong things,” John Cena says. ”You can see the good in people, you can also see the evil in people… All of these people have real bad personality problems. So I think when you get that type of group together, that’s what makes it fun. Everybody is kind of different. But I think criminals see criminals, they just size everybody up. I think every one of them is like, ‘how is this person going to stab me in the back?’ That’s the world they come from.”

Cena is playing the authoritarian Peacemaker, a character who sees himself very differently than many other members of the Squad do. But the actors behind two of the stranger characters in the film, offer some additional perspective on the team dynamic.

“There’s people in this story that really want friendships, and people that don’t want anybody near them, just like all of us,” says David Dastmalchian, who plays Polka-Dot Man. “I think all of us have felt at times like we are totally disposable to either our employers or society or you name it. So that’s been interesting, in the relationship [between the characters] with the dynamic that starts to build or break down.”

“These are all characters that for the most part, probably don’t even know the existence of the other ones,” Steve Agee says. “Some of them do, and it’s the story of The Suicide Squad. They are forced to be together, and do this task, this mission. So, part of the story is just watching these people adapt to being around each other.”

Flula Borg (who gave journalists a rambling, uproariously funny interview about his character which you’ll see more of on DoG soon enough) spoke about how his character relates to Viola Davis’ team leader, Amanda Waller.

“Judging from all the relationships that Javelin has I would say poor, non-existent, unhealthy, crosses lines, should consider not interacting with other humans,” Borg says. “Javelin doesn’t worry about how people treat him. He treats them … What’s the golden rule? He has the Javelin rule, which is like ‘suck it, I’m cool.’ I think that’s his rule.” 

Even here with the characters, the commitment to practical effects is strong, especially in areas where you’d fully expect them to rely on CGI. For example, Daniela Melchior, who plays Ratcatcher 2, has a little helper rat named Sebastian. While the hordes of rats the character is capable of commanding will necessitate CGI, at least some of the rats are real.

“We have three female rats [that play Sebastian],” Daniela Melchior says about the um…practical rats that the movie is using. “It’s a little bit distracting sometimes because I have to act lazy and tired like I don’t give a shit about whatever is happening… and I’m just like, ‘come here.’ But she doesn’t want to come, she wants to find new places and go, so we’re like, ‘okay, we’ll try one time with the rats, we’ll see what happens.’”

And when one of the rats playing Sebastian doesn’t want to do as they’re told, only then does the movie revert to CGI to get the desired “performance” from the furry co-star.

“I don’t know if I can say this,” Melchior says conspiratorially. “But actually, [some of the cast] are a little bit afraid of rats…I’m always trying to say ‘look, she’s so sweet, she wouldn’t hurt you.’”

From Suicide Squad 2 to The Suicide Squad

Like the characters themselves, The Suicide Squad has something of a rough past. The first movie failed to become the surefire franchise-starter the studio hoped for in 2016, and while a Suicide Squad 2 was put into development almost immediately, it wasn’t until Gunn became available that the project finally solidified.

“There was no plan before James,” Safran says. “There were other writers that had worked on various Suicide Squad scripts over the years, but… this was starting from ground zero, starting from scratch. All the characters that he selected were just characters that he was a fan of and wanted to play with. I think, in typical fashion for James, he picks more obscure characters…he liked the idea of being able to take these characters and imbue them with whatever characters he really wanted, or characteristics that he really wanted to play with.”

One of the “characteristics” Gunn wanted was to truly tap into the spirit of DC’s long-running and beloved Suicide Squad comics of the 1980s, which were co-created and stewarded by Jon Ostrander. 

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“I don’t think of it so much as an interpretation of what Ostrander wrote but I do think of it as a continuation of what he did,” Gunn says. “It’s very much in line with that. When he was first putting this team together, he was only able to get certain characters. For him, it was the fun of taking these characters that weren’t as well-known and developing them in a real way. And it’s one of the greatest superhero runs of any comic book series.”

(Gunn also notes that Ostrander has a cameo in the film.)

As for whether or not The Suicide Squad is a sequel to or a reboot of the previous film, all involved are both diplomatic and evasive. The official line is that any characters that were together in the previous film do already know each other, but as for the actual events of the 2016 movie, that’s where things get murky. 

“We just don’t address it any tangible form,” Safran says. “Yes, they’re the characters and actors that played them in the first movie, but we really wanted to make sure that this stands on its own two feet. It’s not a sequel, but there are some characters that were in the first movie, so it’s not really a full reboot either. So we just call it James Gunn’s The Suicide Squad.”

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Inside Jotunheim

Later in the day, journalists are taken inside Jotunheim via soundstage, an indoor construction that appears almost as sprawling as the outdoor set. As we saw outside, the remnants of what was likely a furious battle are all around. A stuntman in full Peacemaker gear is hanging around as we see Robbie’s Harley, Dastmalchian’s Polka-Dot Man, and Agee as King Shark (“the studio is trying to play down the whole Polka-Dot Man/King Shark universe they’re building,” Dastmalchian jokes) make their way through the rubble. Elba’s Bloodsport isn’t visible, but we’re assured he’s part of the scene.

While it’s Sylvester Stallone voicing King Shark in the film, it’s Agee on set here, wearing a grey mo-cap suit with the kind of padding you see on MLB umpires and somewhat shark-shaped wire headgear. He also appears to be holding a skull.    

Harley, however, is wearing the ornate red dress glimpsed in the trailer (although it’s somewhat the worse for wear at the moment). As she navigates the carnage in Jotunheim, Gunn calls out for Robbie to “hum a little tune.” She does just that, conjuring exactly the kind of aimless musical free-association you’d expect from a mind like Harley Quinn in the midst of battle.

“Harley’s been through some things as you can see by this point in the film,” Robbie says to reporters between takes. When it’s noted that Harley’s baseball bat, a fixture in the previous film, is nowhere to be found in this scene, she jokes “My baseball bat is back home in LA, next to my bed, in case anyone breaks in…I’ve got other weapons in this one.”

We don’t get to see these Squad members engaged in any combat during the shooting of this scene, and it’s not clear if this is the interior from the same “entrance” that had seemingly been blasted into the outdoor structure, or somewhere else inside the fortress. But the clues all point to one thing: like everything else in this movie, where The Suicide Squad goes, destruction and chaos follow.

The Suicide Squad opens in theaters and on HBO Max on Aug. 6. We’ll have more from our set visit in the coming days.

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Every Upcoming Film That Can Re-Define Sci-Fi Movies

Audiences can look forward to many upcoming science fiction movies that could break new ground in this genre. 2020 has been a notorious year, and we can expect 2021 will compensate for it. However, it is impossible to tell what impact these films will have before the release. A lot is waiting in the list, from awaited sequels to original stories. Because of the coronavirus, the pandemic production of many movies is continuously postponed. Many films were scheduled to premiere in 2020, but their release date is continually pushed back. Most of the halted projects are big-budget, and to release them during closed theatres; they will likely lose huge money.

Christopher Nolan released his latest film Tenet, which set a bar for sci-fi films. And did a great business worldwide. However, many theatres are still closed in the US, and opening the theatres would be risky at this point. In this article, we will try to list some movies that we can look forward to releasing in the next few years.

Avatar 2 (Release 2022)

Avatar 2 is an upcoming American sci-fi, directed, edited, produced, and co-written by James Cameron. The film is the second sequel of the Avatar franchise. It is made collectively by Cameron, 20th Century Studios, Josh Friedman, and Jon Landau. The film’s cast includes Kate Winslet, Cliff Curtis, Jemaine Clement, Michelle Yeoh, Vin Diesel, CJ Jones, Stephen Lang, Sam Worthington, etc. The team announced Avatar 2 in 2010 and was planned to release in 2014. However, the production was delayed due to the development of new technology to shoot underwater sequences efficiently. The shooting began in Manhattan Beach, California, on 15 August 2017.

Cameron stated that if Avatar were successful, he would make two sequels of the film. The sequel was scheduled to be released in December 2014 or 2015. He said that the sequel would explore the broader universe of Polyphemus. Cameron developed motion capture technology underwater because water reflects dots and leaves unintended marks, forcing filmmakers to use CGI to shoot underwater sequences. However, Cameron’s effort will surely make the visual of the film breathtaking and authentic. It will also open new technology for future use.

The Matrix 4 (Release 2022)

The Matrix 4 is an upcoming American science fiction movie, and it will be the fourth installment of the Matrix franchise. The film is directed and co-written by Lana Wachowski, Lilly, Jada Pinkett Smith, Keanu Reeves, and Lambert Wilson. The movie will be produced and distributed under Village Roadshow Pictures and Warner Bros. Pictures, which is scheduled to release on 1 April 2022. Lilly Wachowski confirmed during the promotion of Jupiter Ascending in February 2015 that they are planning to return with the Matrix’s sequel. The stunt coordinator of the Matrix franchise, Chad Stahelski, shared in May 2019 that one of the sisters is the part of the sequel, but he is not sure whether she would also direct it. Shortly after the statement, he clarified that he did not mean to confirm their involvement, and he was talking hypothetically. The official announcement of the film was made by Warner Bro. on 20 August 2019.

The leaked footage has created anticipation among fans that they need to come up with theories. Many believe that Neo might not have his powers, and Trinity may possess the abilities. The explosion footage depicted that the team practically created those effects and not or limitedly used CGI. The sequel has already created much hype and might be even more successful than the Matrix sequel series.

Dune (Release 2020)

Dune is an upcoming science-fiction movie directed by Denis Villeneuve, who co-wrote the screenplay with Eric Roth and Jon Spaihts. The film is co-produced by Hungary, Canada, the United States, and the United Kingdom. Dune is the adaptation of the novel of the same name written by Frank Herbert; the first movie will cover the first half of the book. The film stars Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Timothee Chalamet, Josh Brolin, David Dastmalchian, Jason Momoa, Charlotte Rampling, etc. Dune is planned to release on 18 December 2020 by Warner Bros. Pictures.

David Lynch adapted the novel in 1984; it was considered as his worst film. Dune is a tough book to adapt as a film. It is very long, dense, and complex to portray in a screenplay. The project is packed with some serious talents like director Villeneuve who is known for his unique creations like Arrival and Blade Runner 2049. Audiences are excited to witness the complex Herbert’s novel on the big screen.

Little Fish (Release 2020)

Little Fish is an upcoming American science fiction romantic movie directed by Chad Hartigan and screenplay written by Mattson Tomlin. The movie stars Jack O’Connell, Olivia Cooke, Soko, and Raul Castillo. The film’s plot revolves around the struggle of a couple to hold their relationship as a virus spreads that threatens to erase the history of love. The film’s cast was announced in March 2019 with director Chad Hartigan and screenplay writer Mattson Tomlin. The shooting began on 11 March 2019. Little Fish was scheduled to premiere on 17 April 2020 at Tribeca Film Festival, although the festival was postponed due to global pandemic COVID-19. In an interview with Indiewire, Hartigan asked, mentioning the COVID-19 that when your setback is everyone’s setback, how do you grieve? The pandemic is a misfortune for everyone, but it became an advantage for the Little project Fish.

All of the above movies have the potential to do great business and will create a significant impact on the industry. However, it is impossible to predict their fate before they are released. Some factors could go wrong, including the opening of theatres, audiences to reach out in the cinema halls, hinder production, and many more. However, if the films get enough attention and the right exposure, they could set bars to the related genre and upcoming movies. These are some movies that we can expect to release in theatres by next year. I hope this article is informative for you.

John Martin is a Norton expert and has been working in the technology industry since 2002. As a technical expert, she has written technical blogs, manuals, white papers, and reviews for many websites such as norton.com/setup.

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Earth’s Tiniest Heroes

What do superheroes mean?

Everything means something, but they don’t always mean the same thing. Westerns are a nostalgic look back at a time of independence and exploration. They’re also about the subjugation of native peoples and a time of almost complete anarchy. Science fiction can be a hopeful look to the years ahead, and it can also be a reflection of our anxieties about the present.

Most folks tend to read superheroes as adolescent power fantasies. We want to have the brains of Iron Man, the raw power of the Hulk, the morality of Captain America. That’s why it’s easy to understand a couple of Jewish kids in 1938 creating Superman, a character with the raw power to stand up to Nazis abroad and anti-Semites at home.

So where does that leave Ant-Man? When we talk about superheroes, we often identify them based on powers or skills. Batman is the World’s Greatest Detective. The Flash is the Fastest Man Alive. Doctor Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme. Pretty easy to understand why fans gravitate to them, right? But what about a guy with the power to get small? It’s all in the personality.

In late June of 2015, Marvel Studios released Ant-Man. This was a smart move, since Avengers: Age of Ultron had been released a month earlier. It had a huge plot, globetrotting action, and end of the world stakes. Ant-Man, on the other hand, was a light heist romp about an ex-con lucking into size-changing technology and trying to balance being a good dad with being a competent superhero. It was a palate cleanser, and now, with Ant-Man and the Wasp following up Avengers: Infinity War, Marvel Studios does it again.

On the one hand, consider Scott Lang (Paul Rudd). After the events of Captain America: Civil War, what did Scott get for teaming up with a bunch of Avengers and wrecking a German airport? He got two years of house arrest. It’s not all bad, since he gets visitation from his 10 year-old daughter Cassie (Abby Ryder Fortson). Better yet, he has a solidly good relationship with his ex-wife Maggie (Judy Greer) and her cop husband Paxton (Bobby Cannavale). Even better yet, in three days he’ll be finished with his sentence.

On the other hand, consider Hope van Dyne (Evangeline Lilly). She’s a little miffed at Scott, since his actions in Germany branded her and her father, Dr. Henry Pym (Michael Douglas), as criminal associates. This forced them to go into hiding and cut ties with Scott, but when you’ve got a plethora of size-changing gadgets at your fingertips, hiding ain’t hard. Pym has converted a small skyscraper into a mobile lab. How is a skyscraper mobile, you may ask? Easy, because Pym simply shrinks the building to the size of a suitcase, along with a retractable handle.*

While Scott’s been hanging at home, Hope and Pym have been a little more ambitious. Decades earlier, Pym was on a mission with his wife, Janet van Dyne (Michelle Pfeiffer). To prevent a nuclear explosion, Janet shrunk down between the molecules of a nuclear missile and disabled it. Unfortunately, going that itty-bitty trapped her in the subatomic quantum realm. Pym thinks he knows how to rescue her.

He’ll create a quantum tunnel, which allows him to zero in on Janet’s location. While it sounds laughably easy, there’s a critically important part he needs. Hope knows a guy. That guy is Sonny Burch (Walton Goggins), a black market dealer. Sonny will sell Hope the part, if she agrees to cut him in on Pym’s tech. Things get complicated when the Ghost (Hannah John-Kamen), a supervillain with phasing abilities, sets her sights on the part as well.

Naturally, things get even more complicated with the fact that Janet has somehow created a quantum bond between herself and Scott. There’s also FBI agent Jimmy Woo (Randall Park), who’s sure Scott is up to something fishy, and Scott’s goofball buddies Luis (Michael Pena), Dave (T.I.) and Kurt (David Dastmalchian), who want him to help get their security company off the ground.

If movies are meals, we’ve gotten three distinct offerings from the MCU this year. Black Panther is an elegant dinner filled with bold and creative tastes. Avengers: Infinity War is a sumptuous banquet crammed onto a groaning dinner table. Ant-Man and the Wasp is a raspberry sherbet on a hot summer day, designed to be light and refreshing. This is good, considering the sizable gut punch we were left with at the end of Avengers: Infinity War.

When Ant-Man was released, my friend Keith was absolutely baffled by the concept of the hero. “You mean he shrinks? That’s all?” It might not sound like much. Creativity is the name of the game here, and director Peyton Reed takes a simple idea, stuff getting smaller or bigger, and runs with it. There are a host of fun ideas at play here, everything from expanding salt shakers to a fleet of miniaturized vehicles. On top of that, Reed’s direction is breezy, charming, and fast-paced.

He also genuinely likes his characters, and while you’d think a screenplay with five credited screenwriters would transform into an unholy mess, that’s thankfully not the case. Family is a running theme, and nearly all the characters are trying to either hold onto their loved ones or be a part of a family. Ant-Man and the Wasp ties Thor: Ragnarok as possibly the funniest movie in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The plot points aren’t always resolved in the most clever ways possible. Given the consistent sense of fun, though, this was never a deal breaker for me.

If there’s one thing Marvel Studios does better than any other studio in town, it’s smart casting. Paul Rudd’s good-natured screwup Scott is a great counterpoint to the more dramatic heroes of the MCU like Thor. Evangeline Lilly as the Wasp is great fun. She’s smart, sardonic, and her action sequences are cool as hell. The great Laurence Fishburne appears as one of Pym’s ex-colleagues with secrets of his own. In a movie filled with scene stealers, it’s hard for me to decide who really walked away with the movie. In the end, it comes down to either Michael Pena as the charming motormouth Luis or Randall Park as neurotic Agent Woo.

So what does Ant-Man and the Wasp mean? It’s about the triumph of the little guy. This franchise about size-altering heroes has staked out a distinctive and weird little corner in the larger tapestry of the MCU. It has nothing to do with being the biggest or the best. Rather, it’s content to do its own thing with good humor and charm.

  *For some of the more literal-minded out there, the “science” of Ant-Man gives them the vapors. What happens to the weight of shrunk objects? When a building becomes itty-bitty, what keeps everything inside upright? If you’ve got any theories explaining this, please share ‘em here. Extra points for creativity, and responses consisting of, “It’s just a movie” will result in shunning.

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Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

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

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 4

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: You interrogate Jack for more evidence of your life together while he prepares to get rid of Alistair once and for all.

Warnings: Vampires, Werewolves, Daywalkers, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, Coffee, Sunsets, Forehead Touching, Angst, Vampire Hunting, Rosaries and Crucifixes, Mentions of Blade, Mentions of Ted (Man-Thing) and Crimson Peak

Word Count: 2k+

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The rain stops altogether as it collects on each individual blade of grass, glistening in the golden hour of the evening as you follow Jack out to his car. It’s much more dilapidated than you remember. Your sense of panic from before must have blocked out the details of the chipped paint and broken headlight of the raggedy vehicle that remains haphazardly parked in your driveway.

“If we were together for so long, then where were you this whole time?” You casually interrogate him as you circle around to the back of the car, still holding your half empty cup of coffee.

“Helping a friend,” he explains, stopping at the trunk before pulling his keys out of his pocket. “There was a nest of vampires that was too big for him to tackle alone. We cleared most of them together.” He slides the key into the rusted hatch and pushes it open with a deafening screech. "Or so we thought."

“You think that’s where he…?” You ask, the rest of your question fading away into silence as you see the alarming contents of his trunk.

He nods solemnly.

“I guess he came all the way here to find you. I didn’t know. If I had, I… I didn’t think he’d… and when I called you, it kept going straight to voicemail. You wouldn’t answer my texts or even read them. I thought that I’d done something wrong, or that maybe I’d been gone for too long this time.” He brushes his hand over his face, shaking his head in regret before glancing back at the boot of his car.

“I didn’t respond at all?” You watch his head all but disappear from view as he leans forward into the trunk, pushing vials of holy water to the side of wooden stakes and crucifixes. He takes his time rifling through a rope, three jars of salt and a Holy Bible all while nervously humming the tune of some lullaby to himself. “When was this?”

He stands up straight to pause his search, pulling out his phone to look through his text messages until his eyes light up once he finally finds what he’s looking for. “Here,” he whispers, handing over his device.

You take his phone and look through the messages he’d exchanged with the past version of yourself, the most recent of them marked as ‘Unread’. In his attempt to reach out he’d asked when he could see you next, those messages time stamped over three weeks ago, right around the same time that you had met Alistair… you think. Instinctively you scroll up, attempting to get a better understanding of your relationship, had you remembered any of it, feeling as if you were somehow invading your own privacy.

You scroll through a few exchanges that match your pattern of speech and text, going back at least six months until you reach a picture of the two of you together. The both of you are in bed, covered up only by your down comforter as he plants a kiss onto your cheek, your face smiling with a tawny glow. His arms are wrapped lovingly around you, holding you close to signify that you’re the one who snapped the photo before sending it to him. Just to make sure, you click on your name to check the phone number that’s linked to it, triple checking that it’s yours before looking back up at him.

There’s no way he could have faked this. This was real. This IS real.

You try to say something to imply your complete understanding, to let him know that you finally get it, but words seem to fail you as you hand him back his phone.

He takes it and places it back into his pocket, draping a rosary over your head in exchange. He takes care to pull your hair out of the beads in a gentle, loving motion, almost as if he’s done this a dozen times before.

“This will protect you,” he prays, hands smoothing their way across your shoulders as you finish the last of your coffee.

“This little thing?” You look down at it, taking it between your fingers. “That’s all it takes?” You set your mug on the roof of his car, leaning against the passenger door as he shuts the trunk and locks it. You can accept the fact that you two were together, sure, but the rest of the surrounding details are still a bit too hazy for your liking. “Then what do you need all that stuff for? Why can’t I have a stake or a sword or something? And does it really take three whole weeks to kill a nest of vampires?”

“Not usually,” he admits a little too quickly. “After Eric and I cleared the den, I was on my way back to you when Ted got caught up with the bloodstone.” He looks at you as if you should know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Who?” You stare at him blankly, eyes glassy as you wonder just how complicated a life he actually leads. Eric, Ted, a bloodstone? “What?”

“It wasn’t a full moon just yet, but the stone forced me to change a few days early,” he explains, stepping in closer to tell you the rest of his story. “They were going to kill him, but I got him out just in time. When I finally recovered, it was a full moon again. I had to lock myself up, and when I came back here you were gone.” He sighs, closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking back into your eyes. “You were with him.”

“Full moon?” The weight of all this new information being stacked on top of you is beginning to become too great. What started out as a night on the town has increasingly become nothing more than a small chapter in a giant story you barely have the capability to read.

“Right,” he pauses, looking down at his feet. “This was hard for you the first time, too.” He touches the outline of the crucifix on your chest before taking a deep breath in.

“What, there’s more?” You ask, the pitch of your voice elevating with your last word. “Next thing I know, you’re going to tell me that you’re a werewolf!” You joke, waiting for him to start laughing with you.

Only he doesn’t. He stays silent, his gaze dropping at the very name of the creature, the shame on his face plain as day.

“Oh,” you mutter in vague understanding, that weight from before suddenly seeming to grow in pressure. It feels almost as if it’s surrounding you, gradually making it more difficult for you to breathe as that force sends you down deeper into the cement. You try your best to register everything that’s going on, the sheer danger of your situation sinking in until you feel his hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.

“It wasn’t my choice.” His voice shakes as he tries to explain himself, his eyes finally finding their way up to meet yours again. “This curse, it was passed down to me from my father. I keep myself locked away, safe from everyone when I change.”

Of course your newfound boyfriend is a werewolf. Of course he is! With the way things are going today, you honestly should’ve seen this coming.

“Okay,” you whisper, just now putting the pieces together of how he was able to fight off all those vampires without so much as a scratch on him. It also explains how he knows everything that he does about Alistair, or how he could sense his very presence in your home by scent alone. And as crazy as it all sounds, this unexpected bombshell of information actually makes you feel a little less insane right now. “That’s okay.”

“I would never hurt you or anyone.” He touches your face again with both hands, his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks to properly look into your eyes. “I promise.”

“I know.” You nod, having no other choice but to believe him as the sorrow and guilt wash over his face. You wish that you could stay like this for the rest of the night, holding onto each other as you ask him more questions about his origins, but notice the sun setting far off in the distance. There isn’t enough time. You pull away and point toward the fiery orange sky behind him, glancing back at your front door. “Shouldn’t we get inside?”

“Right.” He takes your hand and walks back with you toward the house, stopping just shy of your front door. “I’m going to find Alistair and take care of him for good. When I get back, you can ask me anything you want.”

“You just want me to stay here, then?” You ask, part of you somehow insulted that he doesn’t want to take you along with him.

“He could really hurt you if you don’t.” He stares at you as if the reality of that thought has already flashed before his eyes, running his hands through your hair before kissing your forehead. He affectionately pecks his way down your eyes, nose and cheeks until finally reaching your lips with a somber kiss. “And I can’t handle that again,” he whispers into you, breathing in your scent before resting his forehead against yours. “You’ll be safe here. The crucifix will help, but if my plan works, you shouldn’t need it.”

“But what about you? It’s not a full moon yet, right?” You just got him back, in a weird amnesic manner of speaking, and now you’re unsure if you can cope with the idea of losing him all over again.

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to get help,” he kisses you again, savoring the sensation of your mouth on his one last time. “Stay inside. I’ll be back by morning, corazón.”

Exactly two hours and twenty three minutes have gone by since Jack left you here alone; not that you’re keeping track or anything. You try busying yourself with the tasks of cleaning your bathroom or doing the dishes, but then end up finishing them a lot quicker than you had anticipated, leaving you with a clean house and idle hands. You decide to take a long hot shower to rid yourself of the blood, sweat and panic you’ve been excreting throughout this whole ordeal, changing into a clean pair of sweats before tending to the rumblings in your stomach.

Determined to keep yourself distracted, you click through your random selection of streaming services, finally choosing to watch Crimson Peak for the tenth time as you cozy up with Uhura and a frozen pizza. But before you can even take your first bite, an unexpected knock at the door halts your impromptu movie night. You roll your eyes and pause the movie just as it’s getting good, your cat stretching all the way across your lap, her fur standing on end before you’re able to get up off the couch.

Maybe Jack forgot something? Better yet, maybe he’d already finished the job and the two of you can finally hash out the rest of your relationship before falling back asleep.

You rise to your feet and make your way over to the door, wondering if you would have given Jack a key to your house if you’ve been dating for all this time. It wasn’t like you to do something so trusting and presumptive, but circumstances being what they are, it’s pretty hard for you to actually tell what is like you.

Another hurried set of knocks urges you to open the door more quickly, unlocking the deadbolt and turning the handle to find out who could be on your doorstep. Instead of Jack, you see man dressed in a three piece suit, free of the supernatural trappings that would bind Alistair to the confines of your front porch as he points a gun at you. The glint of the barrel is somehow more frightening, more final than the reality of your werewolf boyfriend or vampire lover.

“Alistair wants to see you.”

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Forbidden Fruit: Final Chapter

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack, and you may be more connected than you think.

This Chapter: One of Jack's friends gets you to safety while he and Alistair battle it out.

Warnings: Mature Content, Blood, Gore, Violence, Vampires, Werewolves, Transformations, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Memory Recall, Coffee, Carnitas and *Moon Knight*

Word Count: 2.4k+

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“I was a little busy up there, Lassie, cut me some slack,” the man dressed all in white grumbles as he enters the room at full speed, his chest heaving from exertion. Covered in the blood of Alistair’s bodyguards, he flings a golden boomerang at the chains that hold Jack captive, freeing him from his vulnerable state before catching his weapon as it returns to him in one fluid motion. He runs over to you before Alistair has a chance to latch onto you again, guarding you from him as Jack begins his transformation into the monster that he warned you about.

Coarse, dark hair sprouts up from your boyfriend’s skin as his teeth grow long and sharp inside his mouth. A deep, guttural growl brews within his chest as it expands far beyond the confines of his shirt, his fingernails curving into razor sharp claws as he advances on your undead captor. He stares him down; that reasonable, pleading version of himself gone with the wind as he matches Alistair's movements, blocking every attempt he makes at escape until he corners him on the far side of the room. You catch yourself holding your breath as you watch this savage stalemate turn into a vicious attack as Jack leaps into the air and onto Alistair’s back, tearing into his flesh.

Holy shit, he actually IS a werewolf. Everything he said was true!

“I’m Marc,” the man whispers his introduction to distract you from the horrors as he takes his cape off to cover you up, wrapping it snugly around your shoulders. “I’m a friend of Jack’s, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, glancing back at the two wild animals fighting to the death as streams of blood splatter across the walls like a Jackson Pollock painting.

“Don’t you worry about him, alright now, love?” Marc’s voice seems to change all of the sudden, his tone and cadence shifting into a slightly British accent. “He’ll be fine,” he reassures you, helping you up to your feet. “You just keep your eyes on me and we’ll be right as rain, yeah?”

Feral growls and high-pitched screams fill the air as you struggle to hold Marc’s cape around your shoulders, sneaking a peek back at the gruesome battle that Jack seems to be winning so far. This man keeps trying to coax you away from the grisly carnage as you remain frozen in some surreal hope that this will all go away if you only just stand still long enough. Unable to aid Jack in any tangible way, you can’t help but wonder what might happen if you choose to look away, what further terrors could possibly transpire if you aren’t physically there to witness this ghastly attack on your former captor.

“Right then, off we go.” Marc’s timid nature dissolves into resolution as he finally takes your free hand and guides you out of the room, taking care to continually keep you covered. He squeezes your fingers as you follow him through the broken doorway, the splintered wood and scratched-off paint a blatant reminder that this place isn’t safe for you anymore. It never was.

You haven’t been safe for weeks.

“No need to look at any of those bad guys on the floor. Eyes forward from here on out, yeah?” He winces as he walks backward into one of the lifeless figures, stepping cautiously around it before clearing a path down the hall. “Damnit, Marc.”

Ignoring whatever internal battle he’s having with himself, you choose to walk with him through the entryway, doing your best to navigate around the alarming amount of bullet-ridden bodies that litter the corridor. You keep your eyes on his sweaty black curls in an attempt to distract yourself from this morbid new reality, stepping over limp limbs and pools of blood before shifting your focus onto the intricate pattern of his lapel. You try to ignore the squishy feeling of the viscous fluid as it surrounds your bare feet, still warm as it oozes out of their bodies. You do your best to pretend it isn’t collecting around your heels and seeping between your toes as you walk by them, leaving a messy pattern of scarlet footprints down the hall.

“Wow, that was really scary!” Marc laughs nervously, his tone difficult to pin down as he unclasps his gloved fingers from yours to push the button for the ground floor. “I mean, not that scary,” he corrects himself quickly, squaring up his shoulders to seem bigger in front of you as the doors shut.

Is this guy being serious right now?

“I’ve seen stuff like that loads of times before, definitely seen way worse things than a vampire and a werewolf fighting to the death over a beautiful woman.” He forces another smile, shaking his head of a stray thought as the elevator begins to ascend. “Not that you should be scared.” He points to his chest. “I’m not scared, because that wouldn’t make any sense, now would it?”

This is the man Jack trusts to get you to safety? This floppy-haired timid gentleman who looks more afraid of his own shadow than a five year old boy? He can’t possibly be the same man who brutally took out all those guards on his way down to rescue you both… could he?

The ding of the elevator saves you the burden of thinking any more on the question, the entrance in the back of the building a welcome sight as the smell of aged wood balances out the stale stench of blood and carbon. As the two of you silently make your way through the deserted kitchen, you walk past empty shelves and rusted ovens before pushing through the swinging doors. More bodies lay scattered across the tables and chairs of the dining section as you follow his advice by ignoring them until you’re finally out of the abandoned building, free of any guise of shelter.

“Right, we’re over here,” Marc points to a rusted yellow taxi cab parked just in front of the SUV that brought you here, its black metal body now riddled with bullets.

“You called a cab?” You ask, trying to make up for the prolonged silence you kept in the elevator.

“No, but Jake drives a taxi,” he nods casually in its direction before circling around to the passenger side of the vehicle. “I can’t drive.”

“You can’t drive?!” You ask, peering into the driver’s seat to check for someone who might be waiting to make a quick escape. Maybe the street lamp is reflecting oddly off the dingy glass of the car window, maybe your contacts had fallen out in the midst of all the uproar, or maybe all this trauma has finally manifested its way into saving you the turmoil of seeing anymore by blurring your vision. “Who’s Jake?”

You turn to face him for an answer and watch in awe as the white fabric of his costume seems to melt away before your very eyes. Thread by thread, it disappears one section at a time to slowly reveal a black t-shirt and dark jeans underneath, no longer stained with blood. All of the sudden you’re beginning to wonder exactly what Alistair had put into your food and wine earlier.

“You know what? Never mind.” You decide to shelf your disbelief for the moment as he walks over to open the trunk, digging around handguns and knives until he uncovers a large duffel bag full of similar contents. Multiple passports, books on ancient Egypt and the occult are all pushed aside until he finds a white t-shirt with a smiley face on it that says ‘Have a Nike Day’.

“This should fit you,” he says in a more gruff American accent, tossing it your way.

“Thanks, I guess.” You take it without question, hoping to eventually get some kind of explanation for his quick shift in behavior as you turn away from him for a bit of privacy.

You drop his cape to the ground as you watch it disappear like the rest of his costume, blinking about a dozen times in an effort to make sure you didn’t imagine that, too. You shrug and pull the shirt on over your head, pushing your arms through the sleeves as it clings to your body before a sudden sense of relief washes over you. That looming feeling of woe and trepidation that followed you up the elevator and out into the parking lot has been suddenly lifted from your conscience, alerting you on some visceral level that Alistair is finally gone. Before you have time to turn around to tell Marc, you find yourself being inundated with memories of the life you once had with Jack before all of this.

You can see Jack in the hospital bed, eyes focused solely on you as you listen to his lungs and take his pulse, the increase in his heart rate explained only by the blush in his cheeks. You remember feeling a certain way every time you went into his room, a rush of excitement taking over whenever you touched him or got close enough to smell the cologne that barely lingered on his skin.

You can taste all the coffee dates that he’d described to you earlier, that hint of hazelnut in your creamer blending together into a montage of late nights and early mornings in the hospital cafeteria and local diner. You’d take turns telling each other about your day, his pupils dilating a little bit more with each date as you slowly fell in love with the way his lips curled around his teeth when he smiled. You could never really tell how tired he was when the sun began to rise, but he always stayed up late enough to walk you back to your car, making sure that you were safe before he left your side.

He was patient, kind and gentle; taking great care to listen to every word that left your lips, carrying himself in such a way that made you feel both seen and heard without even an ounce of room left for doubt. That was new for you, a love so soft that allowed you to see the world in a rose-tinted haze instead of your usual sharp and grainy gray.

Your first kiss is in his car after you allow him to take you to dinner, the song “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac playing on the staticky radio as you finally take the plunge to connect. His lips are soft as you lean into him, kissing you back as he holds your face with both hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs before you kiss him again.

You can see him dancing toward you now in the kitchen as carnitas simmer on your old gas stove, offering chopped veggies for you to sample from his fingers as he serenades you along the way. His voice mimics the notes of the artist’s on the recording, somehow even better than you imagined, although you realized that everything was better with him around. Music was richer, aromas more pleasant, the food more delicious and the caresses around your hips more electric. How could you have possibly forgotten all of this?

The flavor of the pork belly soon dissipates as you’re transported into your bedroom, your senses now flooded with the salt of his skin as it collides with yours. You can actually feel him against you, just as sure as you could taste the coffee and the meat from before, every kiss he plants onto your lips and neck increasing your heart rate. You’re now breathing in his smoky scent as he makes love to you unlike anyone else ever has before, giving every part of your body its due amount of attention, savoring your scent and flavor before moving on to the next erogenous zone. You look into his eyes as if you’re actually there in the moment, not reliving your past in some random parking lot next to a taxi cab. You can feel each strand of his hair part between your fingers, his breath hot on your shoulder as he loses himself inside you completely.

You don’t want this moment to end, but the next thing you know he’s bringing you water and playing with your hair as you watch Svengoolie together; the episodes of The Phantom of the Opera, The Mummy and Dracula all blurring together until you get to The Wolfman. You watch his demeanor change as the werewolf graces your television screen, fear quaking in his voice as he takes the chance to divulge the very worst parts of himself to you. His eyes dart around the room as he begins to explain the inner workings of his lycanthropy, your hand on his reassuring the both of you that none of that really matters, as long as he’s honest with you.

All of it was true, every last word of it. Every sense of longing you had toward him since you ‘first’ laid eyes on him finally makes sense as your brain fills in the gaps of your missing memories like patchwork over torn cloth. He had been a part of you, and you to him.

“Hey,” Marc interrupts your visions by grabbing one of your shoulders and shaking you back to reality. “Wake up, princess. He’s back.”

“Princess?” You want to argue with him for pulling you out of your fantasy, but save your breath once you see Jack limping out of the abandoned restaurant, his shirt completely gone and his pants barely hanging on by a thread. A mixture of what could only be Alistair’s blood and ash covers his face and torso like some carnal war paint as he makes his way toward you both.

“He’s gone,” Jack mutters, glancing at Marc before pausing to smile in your direction. “We can go now.”

You run across the jagged parking lot despite your bare feet, ignoring all the pebbles that dig into your skin until you finally reach him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a desperate embrace. “I remember,” you whisper into his cheek, solidifying all your memories into the present moment as you kiss him. “I remember all of it.”

“Yeah?” He kisses you back, holding onto you with weary arms as he looks you over with pure adoration. That smile that you love so much spreads across his lips, wrinkling the skin around his eyes as he kisses your forehead with a relieved sigh. “Gracias a Dios.”

“Don’t thank God, thank me.” Marc interrupts with a sarcastic tone, throwing his duffel bag at Jack before it falls to the ground at his feet. “Put some clothes on so we can get some pancakes, already.”

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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

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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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