#Stephan Dane

[quiredaragoff]

Depredador: La Presa | República Cinéfila

Depredador: La Presa | República Cinéfila

Esta precuela donde el Depredador llega a la Tierra en el año 1719 y se encuentra con unos cazadores tan expertos como él, le da un giro ciertamente renovador a la franquicia, aunque sus méritos, atendibles, no dejan de ser algo limitados, ya que la euforia que se desató alrededor de Depredador: la presa me parece algo excesiva y creo que quizás tuvo que ver la decepción generada por El…

[gay-dorito-dust]

could I request randomly shouting “floor is lava!” In front of the batboys? I’m in the mood for a crack fic

It was a dreary day within the Wayne manor and everyone was bored out of their minds. Nothing they did was enough to cure the boredom they were subjected to that day.

However a day of hope appeared before them in the form of you bursting through the door, holding a unbothered Alfred the cat in one hand and a confused Jerry the Turkey in the other, screaming: ‘THE FLOOR IS LAVA!’

Dick is pushed to the floor and stepped on by a mysterious assailant but manages to get up and use his acrobatic skills -cheat skills as Jason would like to call them- to project himself upwards to the expensive chandelier and clung on for dear life.

He was 100% safe.

Smug bastard and his cheat codes -Jason Tood, certified older brother hater aka the younger sibling.

Jason pushed dick onto the floor and step onto his back, somehow trips and lands flat on his face against the carpeted flooring. However he quickly recovers by picking himself back up and bolts towards the curtains instead, where he tries to cling onto them for dear life as the sound of fabric slowly ripping could be heard by everyone.

Jason was on a time limit before he was sent plummeting back to the floor and towards his second death. 39% survival rate.

Damian is the first of the bunch to move into action as he -somehow- managed to grab Titus in a feet of hidden strength fueld by adrenaline, throwing the Great Dane over his shoulder, and still found it within himself to then clamber up the book shelves in the library where he stayed to watch the chaos below him like he was god.

The bookshelves are wooden, it was only a matter of time before he and Titus would have to change to a different location. 50% survival rate. Titus is a good puppy.

Tim shuts the computer, sets it aside and follows Jason’s example by lying down on the floor and awaits his fate with a blank expression. ‘My time has come.’

0% survival rate, instant death but Tim don’t give two shits, he’s lived long enough.

Duke: poor lad is freaking out trying to find a good spot and settles with standing on the table with the janky leg as he was forced to continuously fight for his balance atop of it.

He’s lost too many times just to loose again. He hates floor is lava with a vengeance. 50% survival rate if he doesn’t fall off and looses his fight with the table.

Stephane: the mastermind behind the whole ordeal, cackles as she stays lounging on the plush sofa, sipping her drink unbothered by the consequences to come through the door.

50% survival rate, may drop lower if she tries to reach for her phone that she had left on the table where Duke was. She hadn’t thought this whole thing through admittedly.

Bruce Wayne: heard the chaos and went to see what was happening and sighs upon seeing his children, plus you, practically having destroyed the library over a stupid game.

He’s too old for this shit but ends up showing all of you up either way by standing atop of the stone mantle piece of the fireplace, menacingly.

10000% survival rate bc it’s Bruce Wayne.

[alexbkrieger13]

German media loves writing about P

https://www.sportschau.de/fussball/frauen-nationalmannschaft/gegner-daenemark-im-fokus-100.html

Pernille Harder and her special drive

There was a lot of recognition when Britta Carlson spoke about the first task in the newly created Nations League for the German footballers. The fact that the DFB women first face Denmark (Friday at 6 p.m./live on ARD and in the Sportschau live stream ) is a “nice challenge ,” said the interim head coach.By 

Frank Hellmann

" Denmark is a top opponent: a robust, defensively strong team, but also with qualities on the offensive." And "Pernille Harder certainly stands out as a top player. "

From her many years as an assistant at VfL Wolfsburg, Carlson of course knows best what Harder in particular embodies on a good day: world class. The star striker, who has been under contract with FC Bayern since this summer, claims the ball just as smoothly and elegantly. Hardly anyone in the penalty area has such instinct and such precise finishing.

The special connection to the venue Viborg

The fact that this international match is taking place in Viborg reminds the 30-year-old of her beginnings as a footballer; for her this is now a special home game: the Danish captain comes from the small Danish town of Ikast. At the age of ten, Pernille Harder came to the Midtjylland Youth Academy with her sister Louise - as the only two girls. "My sister was invited, and basically I wanted to do it because my sister did it. I've always looked up to her."

It soon became clear that she had even more talent. She played for Team Viborg for three years before moving to IK Skovbakken in 2010 at the age of 17. Two years later she went to the Swedish club Linköpings FC, where she was already scoring goals on the assembly line. At the end of 2016 she moved to VfL Wolfsburg because the current women's football director, Ralf Kellermann, had been following her career for a long time.

Pernille Harder: To England as Germany's Footballer of the Year

The commitment was worth it, because with Harder the factory club won the double four times in a row, only narrowly failing in the Champions League final twice before Harder moved to Chelsea as Germany's female footballer of the year three years ago. Until then, she had made the difference for the “she-wolves” often enough.

"Even when she's at less than 100 percent, you feel her presence. When you need that one moment to make the difference, she's the player to do it, no matter what condition she's in," said her former coach Stephan Lerch , who now trains TSG Hoffenheim.

The Dane was also held in high esteem in England, as Chelsea's charismatic team boss Emma Hayes revealed, who greatly regretted her departure to Munich: "She is one of the most eccentric characters I have ever coached. I will miss her eccentricity, no question, hers Attention to detail, their thirst for victories. "

At the World Cup, Denmark lost to Australia in the round of 16

This only became visible again at the World Cup in Australia and New Zealand. Denmark had prevailed in the group with England, China and Haiti when they entered the atmospheric round of 16 against hosts Australia in the huge Australia Stadium in Sydney. In the end, after the deserved 2-0 defeat, no one seemed as disappointed as the Danish captain, who embarrassed the “Matildas” several times in the early stages.

But at some point it seemed as if Harder was fighting against elimination on his own. Their disappointment was palpable, but superstar Sam Kerr, with whom Harder had played at Chelsea, provided consolation. Her move to Munich together with her partner Magdalena Eriksson had already been confirmed since last year. An exclamation mark also for the women's Bundesliga, which is struggling for international attention.

Bayern's sports director Bianca Rech tried early on to get the two top players Harder and Eriksson free of charge. The fact that the coup worked reveals a lot about the international ambitions on the Bayern campus. “These are two experienced personalities who help us a lot – on and off the pitch ,” praises Rech.

Whoever takes the Danish striker out of the game has gained a lot

Harder certainly brings with it a higher level of recognition and perhaps also a greater glamor factor. She is a big personality in Denmark, whose greatest success in the national team was certainly reaching the 2017 European Championship final against the Netherlands. Although the atmospheric final in Enschede was lost 4-2 against the “Oranje Leuwinnen”, who were then coached by Sarina Wiegman, the Danes had at least won 2-1 against Germany in the quarter-finals on the way there. Harder scored her 50th international goal in the tournament. It goes without saying that she has long been Denmark's record goalscorer, with 71 goals after 145 international matches.

And yet she often has to fight for support in the national team, where the Swede Andrée Jeglertz took over from Lars Søndergaard after the World Cup. Whoever takes Harder out of the game has already gained a lot. The DFB women turned the tables again in the first group game at the European Championships in England, and Germany carried the momentum from the 4-0 win against the team with no chance around the attacker who was withdrawn throughout the tournament. Carlson now expects a game on equal terms. Or as the 45-year-old said: “A nice challenge.”

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[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S BLOOD - CHAPTER 37

*Warning: Adult Content* 

The three Montaines stand at the edge of the depression, looking down. 

Selene Montaine is slightly smaller than Freya Hunter but Claude and Stephan Montaine are enormous. 

Noah Hunter seems small and vulnerable by comparison and Julian Hart picks up his antler from where he left it on the ground, ready to do want ever he can when it comes to a fight.

 It comes to it surprisingly fast. 

Julian doesn’t knows that attacking the competition is part of the hunt of if Selene just sees a chance to take out more of Dane Hunter’s pack but as soon as she spots Freya, she charges down the slope in a fury of snarls, her brothers flanking her sides. 

Freya readies herself and holds her ground. 

She is fierce but three against one isn’t good odds. 

Then one of the greys, Claude, Julian thinks, breaks off for Noah instead. 

He barks and turns to run. 

Julian readies his weapon, intending to take a swipe at Claude as he goes by but he is too fast. 

The two wolves fly past Julian, the larger snapping at the smaller’s heels. 

They disappear around the circle of stones and Julian sprints after them. 

Julian rounds a boulder and he sees Noah spin, teeth bared backed against the tumbled rocks. 

Heart pounding Julian moves forward, ready to throw himself against the huge grey, though he doesn’t think he can do mush good besides a distraction. 

Julian is about to strike, antler raised, when a earth shaking roar rips the air. 

The combatants freeze and something huge lumbers up at the edge of the little hollow.

 Even in the moonlight, Julian can see the red tint of the great bear as he stands on his hind legs, jaws wide in a full-throated bellow as he drops down on all fours and charges towards them down the slope.With one swipe of his giant paw, he knocks the huge grey wolf aside and sends it tumbling in the grass. 

Claude yelps in surprise and pain but rolls and regains his feet with a savage scowl. 

Julian’s concentration is long gone, broken by surprise and Ian spots him easier where he stands against the rocks.

 His breath puffs softly past his teeth and he gives Julian a wink before turning and engaging the grey wolf once more. 

As he does the three other three wolves round the side of the rocks, locked in a tangle of snapping teeth. 

Freya is holding her own but Stephan and Selene are wearing her down. 

Noah dashes to her aid, joining the fray with a violent enthusiasm that Julian hadn’t expected the small, quiet man to process.

 Meanwhile Claude falls back before Ian’s fury, dodging the vicious swipe of his paws and darting in to nip at his flanks. 

Ian Foley can’t turn quite as fast as the wolf can circle him and already the fur of his left side is dark with blood. 

Julian watches, paralyzed with helpless dread as the wolf lands a solid bite, tearing away a chunk of fur and flesh, while Ian roars with pain. 

Unable to stop himself, Julian darts forward and kicks the wolf as hard as he can in the side.

It turns on him teeth snapping at his face but the distraction is just enough to give Ian the advantage he needs. 

He lunges, jaws closing on the wolves back and bites down with a horrible wet crunch. 

The wolf shrieks with a whelp of pain and goes limp. Ian drops it and before Julian’s eyes it regains the shape of a man. 

Julian stares down at Claude, his eyes open and unseeing as dark blood oozes from a row of deep punctures on either side of his lower back and Julian turns away, feeling sick. 

Julian leans heavily against on of the great stones, while Ian huffs and butts his side with his massive head, blood flecking the side of his face.

“Ian, where are the others?” Julian asks. 

“Where are Chloe and Grace? Are they safe?” 

Ian shifts and stands with his hand pressed below his ribs, blood seeping between his fingers from his wound. 

“They are safe,” Ian replies, breathing hard. 

“We ran into the Hunters on the way. I got the girls to the edge of town and then came back. Julie, Henry lied. He...” Ian stops as the snarling growls of the wolves intensifies. 

“I’ve got to help,” He says, turning away. 

“Stay out of sight.”

Ian turns and shifts, seamlessly changing into a bear as he drops to all fours and charges towards the fight. 

The Montaines break away before he reaches it, fleeing North over the edge of the hollow with Freya and Noah in hot pursuit.

A moment later they return alone, they both limp and Freya’s left ear is torn but otherwise they appear remarkably intact. 

They shift as they walk, Freya pulling her long hair forward for modesty. 

Both of their bodies are streaked with blood and wounds mark their limbs but neither are as badly hurt as Ian. 

He resumes his human form again, sitting heavily in the grass. 

Julian goes to his side, Freya and Noah joining him.

“Have you seen my dad.” Ian asks, grunting with pain as Freya pulls his hand away to check the wound on his side. 

Noah shakes his head.

“No. Not since the hunt began. Henry made him take something. It made him seem... rabid.”

“Shit,” Ian swears. 

“Another fucking poison. When I get my claws on Henry, I swear to God.” Ian gasps as Freya examines his side.

“You are bleeding a lot,” she comments.

“Here.” 

With the only one with clothing to spare, Julian strips of his shirt and hands it over. 

“Use this.” 

Freya takes it and promptly tears into stripes, tying it tightly around Ian’s middle, using part as bandage and part as binding. 

Julian watches Freya work and goosebumps rise on his arms and back as the cool night air quickly chills his bare skin.

“Don’t shift again,” she says to Ian. 

“You’ll only hurt yourself more.”

“Gotta find my dad,” Ian says, trying to get to his feet. 

“I gotta...” Ian cuts off, looking behind Julian with a expression of dauting horror. 

A deep wet sounding growl makes Julian turn and his breath catches at the base of his throat. 

Henry Foley stands at the edge of the clearing, his monstrous outline black against the moon-bright sky. 

He holds something in his hands and with a feeling of sick horror, Julian realizes it’s the small limp body of a coyote. 

The monster looks down at them, making sure to get their attention, before dashing the body against the side of rocks. 

It falls to the ground where it lies in a crumpled heap before slowing morphing back into the grey-haired shape of George Foley.

“Dad,” Ian cries, struggling to his feet but Noah restraining him. 

“Don’t. You can’t help him now.” 

Either Noah is stronger than he looks or Ian is weakened by the injury because the smaller man manages to hold him back. 

Henry’s red eyes fix on Julian and he makes a weird gravely panting sound that Julian realizes is a laugh as he advances with slow deliberate steps.

“Julian. Use your Fey trick and hide,” Freya shouts even as she shifts, racing towards Henry’s beast like form. 

He swipes at her and she dodgers but his humanoid gives his an advantage that the wolves and shifters don’t have. 

His neck swipe catches Freya in the side and she goes down in the grass with a yelp of pain.

“Freya,” Noah starts forward but stops when Henry leaves her where she lies turning his attention back to Julian. 

Noah hunches his shoulders and ready himself ready to shift but Julian grabs his wrist.

‘I can’t bear to see anyone else get hurt for my sake, not if I can help it.’

“Noah don’t,” Julian pleads, his voice with thin with pain. 

“Take care of Freya and Ian and thank you for saying I was pack.”

Then before Noah can stop him, Julian shoves him as hard as he can. 

Taking by surprise, Noah falls in the grass staring up at Julian with wide, dark eyes.

“Julian, wait.” 

Noah reaches for Julian turns and runs, straight for Henry. 

Julian’s plan is not sophisticated, all he is hoping for is taking him off guard so he is a little astonished when it actually works.

 As Julian dashes towards Henry, he grins with anticipation, readying his claws to met Julian's flesh. 

Then with everything he has Julian wills himself ‘Unseen” and Henry grunts with surprise as Julian disappears. 

He casts his cold red gaze from side to side but rather than faint, Julian continues straight, his target set. 

With the force of all the anger and agony in his heart, Julian collides with Henry  driving the sharp tip of the antler as hard as can into the soft skin below his ribs. 

He howls with fury and pain and Julian’s concertation fails. 

Julian shouts and uses all his strength to shove the bit of bone deeper and Henry roars. 

Then Henry grips Julian, who screams as his knife claws pierces his abdomen and back. 

He throws Julian to the ground and advances, intent on his desire, then stops as his breath snags with pain.

‘I got him pretty good, after all.’

He looks down and grasps at the antler still protruding from below his ribs, pulls it out with a grunt and throws it aside. 

He is breathing hard and something dark and wet drips from his mouth but it seems he’s not ready to give up quiet yet. 

He advances again and stands over Julian where he lies and there is nothing more he can do. 

With an effort Julian raises himself a little, staring up at Henry with all the defiance he can muster. 

He grins but before he can strike, a deep musical howl cuts the night and Henry looks turns and looks up with obvious surprise. 

Julian follows the direction of Henry’s startled gaze and what he sees make him think he is already too far gone to tell what’s real and what’s a dream. 

An enormous wolf stands above them on the edge of the circle hollow. 

It’s long black fur is tipped with gold and it’s eyes shine amber, even in the dark. 

Two tall figure flank it’s side dressed in strange, unworldly garb. 

Their clothes flow like silk then yet has a metallic sheen that reminds Julian of armour. 

Julian can’t tell their gender but their stance is that of warriors, fierce and proud and each bares a long silver tipped spear in their right hand. 

Henry roars in rage and leaps away, fleeing in the opposite side of the hollow. 

Julian twists, gasping against his pain and watches him go. 

He doesn’t go far. 

With effortless precision one of the figure raises it’s spear, takes aim and casts it into a shining ark. 

It strikes Henry straight through his back and he falls without a sound and lies still. 

Fallen back into the cool soft grass, Julian watches as the black wolf descends the hollow and becomes a man.

Dane Hunter kneels by Julian’s side, his beautiful features contorted with fear and dread. 

Julian looks up at him as he gathers the young psychic into his arms. 

A confusion of surprise and joy constricting his heart. 

Julian Hart has only enough breath for one word and he speaks it with a smile.

“Dane.” 

[moving4wardmemoir]

“Moving Forward” is a tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth memoir by author, Casey Bell. Author of “The Diary of Stephanie Dane,” “4Score,” and playwright of “CrazyFun,” Casey has open up his closet and cleaned all of his dirty laundry. Sharing his past from the age of four up until now we (the readers) get to see a side of him we may have never known or may have never have gotten to know if he had not the courage to bring forth the truth that is his autobiography. Not only is mouth dropping shocking, but also inspiring for those dealing with the same pains. This read is not only unique as life is, but is fowardly moving.

eBook available on payhip

[rosemariecawkwell]

Book Review: Jubilee, by Stephan K. Stanford

Fiction: FICTION / Science Fiction / SpaceOperaISBN: 978-1-78758-886-8Pages: 288 ppImprint: FLAME TREE PRESS It was meant to be an in and out mission… Jubilee is a lawless, artificial world existing within its own parallel universe; a seething cesspool of vice ruled by an eccentric AI. So they say. Detectives Col and Danee are sent to Jubilee on a hastily organised missionto recover the body…

[gamerbulten]

Eternals crew member all but confirms crossover with upcoming Blade movie Another MCU crossover to sink our teeth...

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Moving 4Ward by Casey Bell

“Moving Forward” is a tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth memoir by author, Casey Bell. Author of “The Diary of Stephanie Dane,” “4Score,” and playwright of “CrazyFun,” Casey has open up his closet and cleaned all of his dirty laundry. Sharing his past from the age of four up until now we (the readers) get to see a side of him we may have never known or may have never have gotten to know if he had not the courage to bring forth the truth that is his autobiography. Not only is mouth dropping shocking, but also inspiring for those dealing with the same pains. This read is not only unique as life is, but is fowardly moving.

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

Art21 proudly presents an artist segment, featuring Theaster Gates, from the "Chicago" episode in the ninth season of the "Art in the Twenty-First Century" series.

"Chicago " premiered in September 2016 on PBS. Watch now on PBS and the PBS Video app: https://www.pbs.org/video/art-21-chic...

Theaster Gates first encountered creativity in the music of Black churches on his journey to becoming an urban planner, potter, and artist. Gates creates sculptures out of clay, tar, and renovated buildings, transforming the raw material of the South Side into radically reimagined vessels of opportunity for the community.

Establishing a virtuous circle between fine art and social progress, Gates strips dilapidated buildings of their components, transforming those elements into sculptures that act as bonds or investments, the proceeds of which are used to finance the rehabilitation of entire city blocks. Many of the artist’s works evoke his African-American identity and the broader struggle for civil rights, from sculptures incorporating fire hoses, to events organized around soul food, and choral performances by the experimental musical ensemble Black Monks of Mississippi, led by Gates himself.

Learn more about the artists at:

https://art21.org/artist/theaster-gates/

CREDITS | Executive Producer: Eve Moros Ortega. Host: Claire Danes. Director: Stanley Nelson. Producer & Production Manager: Nick Ravich. Editor: Aljernon Tunsil. Art21 Executive Director: Tina Kukielski. Curator: Wesley Miller. Associate Producer: Ian Forster. Structure Consultant: Véronique Bernard. Director of Photography: Keith Walker. Additional Photography: Don Argott, Brian Ashby, Steve Delahoyde, Jeremy Dulac, Damon Hennessey, Sam Henriques, Ben Kolak, Christoph Lerch, Stephan Mazurek, Andrew Miller, Christopher Morrison, Leslie Morrison, Murat Ötünç, Logan Siegel, Stephen Smith, & Jamin Townsley. Assistant Camera: Kyle Adcock, Joe Buhnerkempe, Alex Klein, Ian McAvoy, Sean Prange, & Liz Sung. Sound: Sean Demers, Alex Inglizian, Hayden Jackson, İlkin Kitapçı, Joe Leo, Matt Mayer, John Murphy, Richard K. Pooler, & Grant Tye. Production Assistant: Hamid Bendaas, Emmanuel Camacho, Chad Fisher, Elliot Rosen, Stanley Sievers, Chris Thurston, & Steven Walsh.

Title/Motion Design: Afternoon Inc. Composer: Joel Pickard. Online Editor: Don Wyllie. Re-Recording Mix: Tony Pipitone. Sound Edit: Neil Cedar & Jay Fisher. Artwork Animation: Anita H.M. Yu. Assistant Editor: Maria Habib, Leana Siochi, Christina Stiles, & Bahron Thomas.

Host Introduction | Creative Consultant: Tucker Gates. Director of Photography: Pete Konczal. Second Camera: Jon Cooper. Key Grip: Chris Wiesehahn. Gaffer: Jesse Newton. First Assistant Camera: Sara Boardman & Shane Duckworth. Sound: James Tate. Set Dresser: Jess Coles. Hair: Peter Butler. Makeup: Matin. Production Assistant: Agatha Lewandowski & Melanie McLean. Editor: Ilya Chaiken.

Artworks Courtesy of: Nick Cave; Theaster Gates; Barbara Kasten; Chris Ware; BAM Hamm Archives; Bortolami Gallery; Cranbrook Art Museum; Margaret Jenkins Dance Company; The New Yorker magazine and Condé Nast; James Prinz Photography; Jack Shainman Gallery; Sara Linnie Slocum; Chris Strong Photography; & White Cube. Acquired Photography: Sara Pooley; The Art Channel/Bobbin Productions; & University Art Museum, California State University Long Beach.

Special Thanks: The Art21 Board of Trustees; 900/910 Lake Shore Drive Condominium Association; Michael Aglion; Ellen Hartwell Alderman; Adam Baumgold Gallery; Naomi Beckwith; Biba Bell; Stefania Bortolami; Kate Bowen; Pat Casteel; Chicago Embassy Church; Coachman Antique Mall; Maria J. Coltharp; John Corbett; Department of Theatre & Dance, Wayne State University; Detroit School of Arts; Christina Faist; Bob Faust; Martina Feurstein; Julie Fracker; William Gill; Graham Foundation; Jen Grygiel; Sarah Herda; Jennon Bell Hoffmann; Sheree Hovsepian; Institute of Contemporary Art at the University of Pennsylvania; Istanbul Biennial; Nicola Jeffs; Jenette Kahn; Jill Katz; Alex Klein; Kunsthaus Bregenz; Jon Lowe; Sheila Lynch; Mana Contemporary Chicago; Christine Messineo; Laura Mott; Deborah Payne; Bishop Ed Peecher; Lisa Pooler; Rebuild Foundation; Diana Salier; Tim Samuelson; Amy Schachman; Zeynep Seyhun; Keith Shapiro; Alexandra Small; Jacqueline Stewart; Hamza Walker; Clara Ware; Marnie Ware; & Steve Wylie.

Additional Art21 Staff: Maggie Albert; Lindsey Davis; Joe Fusaro; Jessica Hamlin; Jonathan Munar; Bruno Nouril; Pauline Noyes; Kerri Schlottman; & Diane Vivona.

Public Relations: Cultural Counsel. Station Relations: De Shields Associates, Inc. Legal Counsel: Albert Gottesman.

Dedicated To: Susan Sollins, Art21 Founder.

Major support for Season 8 is provided by National Endowment for the Arts, PBS, Lambent Foundation, Agnes Gund, The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, and The Anna-Maria and Stephen Kellen Foundation.

©2016 Art21, Inc.

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SCANNERS (1981) – Episode 221 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“All right. We’re gonna do this the scanner way. I’m gonna suck your brain dry!” Yikes! Can we not do it the scanner way? Join your faithful Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr  – as they go in for some vintage 1980s David Cronenberg with Scanners (1981). That’s right. Somebody’s head will explode.

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 221 – Scanners (1981)

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A scientist trains a man with an advanced telepathic ability called “scanning,” to stop a dangerous Scanner with extraordinary psychic powers from waging war against non-scanners.

  Written & Directed by: David Cronenberg 

Music by: Howard Shore

Cinematography by: Mark Irwin (director of photography)

Film Editing by: Ronald Sanders

Makeup Department:

Dick Smith (special makeup effects consultant)

Stephan Dupuis (special makeup)

Tom Schwartz (special makeup)

Chris Walas (special makeup)

Brigitte McCaughry (makeup artist)

Constant Natale (hair stylist)

Selected Cast:

Jennifer O’Neill as Kim Obrist

Stephen Lack as Cameron Vale

Patrick McGoohan as Dr. Paul Ruth

Lawrence Dane as Braedon Keller

Michael Ironside as Darryl Revok

Robert Silverman as Benjamin Pierce

Mavor Moore as Curtis Trevellyan

Anthony Sherwood as Aiden

Fred Doederlein as Dieder Tautz

Victor Désy as Dr. Gatineau

Louis Del Grande as First Scanner

Jeff has always been drawn to stories of humans with paranormal powers so Scanners is right up his alley. He came for the legendary exploding head and stayed for the story . . . and, of course, Patrick McGoohan’s and Michael Ironside’s performances. Bill saw Scanners in a theater and witnessed the audience flipping out at the scene. It is the closest thing to an X-men movie he’d found up to that time. After his buddy snuck him into the theater, Scanners seemed like a superhero movie to Chad. Even now, he enjoys it more every time he watches it, always noticing something new.

It probably goes without saying, but as usual, they say it anyway. Michael Ironside! Holy Cow! His performance is . . . over-the-top? Uninhibited? Off the wall? Sick? Dope? Well, you get the idea. They ran out of words.

At the time of this writing, Scanners is available to stream from HBOmax, Criterion Channel, and IndieFlix as well as some PPV options, and on physical media as a Blu-ray from Criterion.

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Bill, will be Dragonslayer (1981). They don’t need any stinking CGI.

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com.

Check out this episode!

[nametips]

A list of male names (I'm pretty sure I forgot many many names):

Aaron, Alan, Athan, Adan, Adrian, Ace, Alexander, Alex, Andy, Adam, Andrew, Ajax, Arlo, Arthur, Arnold, Anthony, Alouis, Asher, Amando, Adrien, Adrian, Ajan, Andrej, Andreas, Arik, Arian, Ahmad, Anton, Antonio, August, Austin, Arlan, Alban, Aleksei, Alejandro, Alessandro, Alec, Aslan, Avery, Abraham, Ariz, Adnan, Ahmed/-t, Alvin, Aurelius, Aurel, Alessio, Amaro

Ben, Benjamin, Bennett, Balian, Boris, Bruno, Blake, Bob, Boe, Brian, Blake, Brody, Benny, Beau, Both, Bodo, Berkan, Bano, Berat, Bowen, Bastian, Benedict, Bayek, Baxter, Barron

Cian, Connor, Charlie, Chris, Christopher, Craig, Chuck, Clement/-s, Cody, Cassius, Caspian, Casper, Cassian, Calvin, Can, Cem, Cathan, Callan, Conrad, Carl, Cooper, Cole, Collin, Corey/Cory, Colt, Colton, Cameron, Conan, Charles, Claus, Claude, Cedric, Clyde, Cliff, Cihan, Corwin, Callum/Calum, Chester, Calli, Cairo

Daniel, Dominic, Dmitri, Dennis, Deniz, Dylan, Derek, David, Don, Doug, Drew, Douglas, Damien/Damian, Dorian, Dan, Dave, Dale, Dane, Donovan, Devin, Diego, Damon, Dario, Dirk, Dexter

Ethan, Eduardo, Edward, Emmett, Everett, Erik/Erick/Eric, Ezra, Evan/Ewan, Emil, Emilio, Emanuel, Eddy, Elijah, Elijas, Elio, Elliot, Egan, Emir, Emre, Ellis, Elian, Elvin/Elwin

Finn, Finnegan/Finley, Frederick, Freddy, Fred, Frank, Fabian, Fabio, Flynn, Francis, Florian, Franklin, Felix, Franklin, Fernando, Fabrizio, Ferdinand, Fakir, Feraz

Gavin, Gino, Gabriel, George, Gregory, Greyson/Greyson, Grey/Gray, Greg, Graham, Gary, Giovanni, Gianno, Gian, Griffin

Henry, Harry, Hank, Hassan, Hugo, Hector, Hamad, Hunter

Iago, Ian, Isaiah, Isaac, Ilan, Ivan, Ivar, Igor, Ismael

Jacob/Jakob, Jusuf, Jamal, Jan, Jannis, Jannik, Julian, Julius, Jim, Jimmy, Jack, Jason, Jackson, James, Jonas, Juan, Joel, John/Jon, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jeremias, Jedediah, Jededias, Joe, Jonah, Jonathan, Jerek/Jarek, Javier, Justus, Justin, Jamar, Jamie, Jeff, Jin, Jaris, Jace, Jake, Jairo, Jaron, Javon/Javin/Javen, Jasha, Janus, Josiah, Josias, Josua, Josh, Joshua, Jamilo, Jachai, Javan, Jaceo

Konnor, Konrad, Kalon, Kilian/Killian, Korey/Kory, Keith, Kenneth, Kenny, Kris, Kevin, Kuno, Klaus, Kasimir, Kai/Khai, Kalil, Kalle, Karim, Kani, Kian, Keanu, Kiano, Kenzo, Karim, Keno (not the lottery),Kalle, Kalli, Kino, Kurt(is), Kaden, Kairo

Linus, Leo, Leon, Leonardo, Leonard, Lennard, Louis, Luis, Lou, Liam, Laurenz, Lewis, Lars, Levin, Lukas/Lucas, Luka/Luca, Leif, Lian, Luan, Lee, Levi, Lev, Logan, Leano, Leander

Malian, Mirko, Miko, Mike, Mason, Malik, Marek, Mailo, Milo, Milus/Milos/Milas, Milan, Moritz, Mark, Manuel, Mahmut, Mustafa, Melvin, Merlin, Murat, Marcel, Marlon, Micah, Maceo, Malachi/Malachai, Malaki, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Matti, Macias, Michael, Mikhail, Marvin, Mack, Mitch, Moe, Monty, Max, Maximilian, Maxwell, Marko/Marco, Marcus, Malcolm, Mick, Mekhi, Miguel, Marvin/Marwin, Martin, Miles/Myles, Matteo, Makai, Macklin, Misha, Mian, Maurice, Maiko, Macias

Niles, Nouis, Neil/Niall/Nial/Neil, Neilson, Nielson/Nilson, Niels/Nils, Nevin, Nolan, Newt, Niles, Nick, Noah, Noam, Nicholas/Nicolas/Nikolas, Nico/Niko, Nikolai, Nathan, Nathaniel, Naveed, Noel, Nilo, Nino

Oliver, Oleg, Ole, Olaf, Owen, Oskar/Oskar, Ollie/Olly, Otis, Osman, Omar, Otto, Okan, Orhan

Paul, Peter, Pete, Pasco, Paco, Pierre, Pio, Pius, Pedro, Pietro, Pablo, Patrick, Pascal, Phillip, Phillipe, Parker, Phil, Perry, Percy, Piero, Patricio, Pat

Quinn, Quince, Quest, Qais, Qaim, Quentin

Rob, Robbie/Robbie, Robert, Roman, Ross, Ryan, Rían, Richard, Ron, Ronald, Roberto, Roy/Ray/Rey, Roan/Rowan/Rohan, Rhys/Reece, Rick, Ricardo, Rory, Raphael/Rafael, Rámon, Rocco/Rocko, Rex, Ricky, Renee/Rene, Ralph, Rio, Rico/Riko, Remi, Ron, Ronald, Ruben/Reuben

Santiago, Samuel, Sam, Samu, Sammy, Shawn/Sean, Simon, Silas, Sage, Sasha, Steve, Scott, Seth, Samir, Stefan/Stephan, Said (Sah-id), Stellan, Sas(c)ha, Sven, Sebastian, Severin, Silvano, Silvan, Sofian, Soeren/Soren/Sören

Tom, Tommy, Tim, Timmy, Timothy, Tarek, Talon, Tomas/Thomas/Tomasz, Taylor/Tylor, Theo, Thiago/Tiago, Todd, Tony, Toby, Tobias, Tristan, Tatum, Ted, Timon, Timur, Tyson, Tyron,Tymon

Viktor/Victor, Vince, Vincent/Vincenc, Vladimir, Vito, Vitaly

William, Wyatt, Wayne, Wolf, Wyatt

Xavier, Xander, Xavi

Yunus, Yannis/Yanis, Yannik/Yanik, Yustus, Yusuf, Yael, Yoel, Yago, Yan, Yamir

Zack/Zach, Zachary, Zachariah, Zacharias, Zane, Zander, Zavier

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Trophy Chapter Six

The story begins to unfold and you find yourself makeing a deal with the devil.

Masterlist

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Oral (f), Noncon, Possesive/Obsessive Behavior, Coercive Behavior, Daddy Kink, Dark Fic, Swearing.

A/n: I am so sorry this has taken so long I got writers block, real life fucked me over and then got side tracked and have kept coming back to it I was unsure how to start the ball rolling but I hope this was worth the wait enjoy XXX

Taglist: @havenoffandoms​ @aphrodites-punch​ @charlieferret​ @thatgirly81​ @two-unbeatable-beaters​

Stephan growled walking into work slamming the door behind him he was fuming.

"FLETCHER! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He shouted walking past one the one of the others who was doing their shift ignoring the confused look she cast him, he didn't have time to explain going into the kitchen out back that had a set of stairs leading up into the small chic apartment Fletcher used for entertaining his 'lady friends'. Stomping up the stairs before banging on the door he knew that his 'boss' was here, he had already checked his other home. Finally a weary Fletcher opened the door.

"What? Oh Stephan its you what is it?" He grunted rubbing his eyes only to widen them as he was pushed back into the hall by the 'dane'.

"She isn't in the UK is she?" He growled holding the man by the collar of his shirt

"Wh-what? Who are you-"

"Y/n! I saw her earlier today!, she was being carried out of the police department barefoot by that friend of yours! Cavill? Or something ,She was crying her heart out, shaking she was fucking terrified! He put her in a four by four and left! What the fuck have you done?! I know your behind it! Where is she?" Stephan shook  in anger the Fletcher quivered he stuttering for an answer.

"Nothing ! I haven't done nothing! She told me she was leaving, had been offered her dream job in the UK then left I swear I don't know! She gave me the flight number and everything! Please I swear. I'll give it to you got the text still check yourself!" Stephan pushed his way into the apartment Fletcher followed quickly getting his phone showing the messages to the irate man.

"See she left, the woman who was taking the job got ill she was second pick that's why it was last minute,the flight numbers there" he said pointing out the long code of letters and numbers he took a step back releasing him. Taking out his phone snapping a shot of the screen nodding he would check, in some ways he regrets taking this job ,agent of the CIA posing as a fucking danish immigrant cafe worker, but Cavill was a big fish who had moved to a small pond and they wanted to know why, what could possibly make the king of the underground and black market suddenly up sticks an move?. Fletcher was the easy way to stay in the loop as Cavill’s men floated about this side of town more then anywhere else, a lot of people owed him in these parts it seemed. Observe and collect evidence. Those were his orders, they'd never managed to pin anything on the bastard he was already far to established, had his fingers in to many pies by the time they caught on. A slippery son of a bitch smart and cold a man of many faces could back you into a corner within a few sentences you'd be none the wiser until it was to late, but as they say never say never. Falling for you wasn't supposed to happen it just did, you was sweet caring and there was something about you that he couldn't put his finger on, your down side was how naive you could be. His chest clenched painfully you stood no chance against someone like Cavill. He shook his head, he had to focus on the task at hand, It was an undercover job, the in tell said that he had dominated the town using sordid secrets, blackmail and violence. A true dictator, just like before and just like before there was a sore in violent crime and substance abuse. Stephan shook as he felt waves of anger, it was lucky he didn't have his gun on him he'd fucking shoot this little prick right between his beady little eyes. He had already guessed what had happened. Cavill had taken you, for what he didn't know but considering you was retrieved by him personally he had assumed you wasn't put into the prostitution circuit. Thank god. His stomach churned at the thought ,he would check the flight records and cctv to be certain, but he new what he saw and come hell of high water he was going to get you out, some way he would free you. He couldn't just yet it was important that they bring him down, he can't risk the lives of hundreds of trafficked prostitutes and drug mules over one woman, no matter how he feels personally, he can't throw away year long operation, he'd be sacked or worse. Sighing he turned

You shivered as you came to melting into the mattress below you something was lightly tracing over your back random patterns back and forth. You hummed lightly and snuggled into the pillow more hearing a chuckle.

"Oh and Stephan don't bother coming back here your fucking fired!" he swore as Fletcher spoke. Shit. He growled punching the wall once he left the cafe heading back to his accommodation, no doubt Fletcher was contacting Henry this very second he'd have to disappear and fast. he could look through flight records and cctv when he gets settled again but right now he had to act as tho he was being targeted, because as of right now he probably was and he'd be damned if he was going to be another K.I.A statistic. He hoped he was wrong, that you had indeed boarded the plane and was half way across the world but he doubted it.

Henry stayed holding you long after the sheets had been changed, for the first time in months maybe years there was a calm quiet in his head, no schemes, no threats or work just a calm quiet enjoying your compliant company. He stroked your hair running his splayed fingers across your scalp. He felt a little guilty for what he put you through...It wasn't supposed to be like this, the kicking and screaming...but he couldn't help it! he didn't have the time anymore. He loved you but you'd forced him to take you. It was your fault he reasoned as he shifted you tucking you into his chest more you murmured in your sleep but relaxed slowly into him. Yes you forced his hand, you were the one who sought out that- that boy when he was busy working getting everything ready to seduce you slowly. It wasn't ideal but whats done is done, Fletcher fucked up and you had to pay for that. He sighed leaning further back into the chair he rested in. He could remember the first time he saw you, standing behind the counter you'd looked up surprised that someone was in so early you beamed him a smile that stopped him in his tracks, you hadn't known who he was he knew because you didn't freeze or cower, instead asked how you could help when he had asked for your boss, you pursed your lips wrinkling your nose a little telling him he wasn't here, but you offered him a coffee while he waited. He'd nodded saying make whatever expecting some shit low brand coffee either way, he stood watching as you disappeared behind the huge machine pouring you both a latte peeping over it making small talk. Watching eagle eyed as you danced around the kitchen beyond the cafe singing quietly mixing together some chocolate treat. Something had just clicked in him, he couldn't help it there was an aura about you as you pottered about the small space. He took slow sips you were beautiful and cheerful enjoying your life to the fullest. He had wanted you then and there you had somehow captured his whole attention, his mind wasn't wandering through dark vicious thoughts, hell he had forgotten the threats he had lined up for your boss who was fucking you over without even knowing. That was when he knew he had to bring you home you was sweet and vulnerable you needed to be protected and loved and he had the means to do that. He had got your name from your boss that day using it the make a file on you, within two days he new everything about you, address ,date of birth, medical history, schools, family history hell he even knew what your shoe size was 2.5 (us 4.5) you hated it finding it impossible to find heels. Then he remembered that night, walking into his own fucking restaurant halting seeing you giggling happily in a small booth near the window, his heart came to a painful screeching halt when he saw you kiss the other man-boy much younger then him, it was as if his whole world had come rushing back in one massive wave of anger and betrayal. He got a small taste of what was in store for him if he didn't have you, he now new what it was he had been missing. He shook the thoughts form his head, you were here with him and that was that finally getting up placing you carefully in the bed tucking you in before shedding his clothes and sliding in beside you ruffling your hair lightly then drifted off into sleep.

"Oh you like that? I will have to remember to save this as a reward" you flinched hearing him so close moving slightly you get ready to roll away from him only to be stopped by his hands pressing down lightly."No, stay there good girl" you frowned as his words were accompanied by a small squeeze to your tender bottom making you hiss and whine a little throwing your hand back to his trying to pry them off.

"Oh yes you are still sore aren't you? A very hot bottom. Good maybe this will help you behave for a while" you winced a little at him not wanting to be reminded of yesterdays events he moved closer to you kissing the back of your neck leaving it tender with a harsh bite."So today is a new start especially now that you've got that little escape attempt out of your system, things will be much easier now wont they?" you grit your teeth not knowing what would come out of your mouth if you tried replying. He moved rolling to his side you felt his eyes on you

"Look at me pet" you did without a thought he smiled almost sweetly at you leaning in placing a kiss on your cheek moving to cup your face slowly running a thumb across the apple of your cheek his lips parted eyes twinkling in the morning sun, you held your breath, he was magnificent yet terrifying you knew that he could easily make you fall for him.

"Soo good such a precious thing love, so beautiful and pure.....I expect you to be a good girl for daddy now you hear me? no more tantrums or pouting I don't want to have to punish you again ,rest assured that yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg I can come up with things much worse for you if you try to push me again. Please don't" You reluctantly closed your eyes before pulling away from his hand looking down to the sheets his words breaking the spell that had caught you ,you nodded he gave you a lopsided smile. He leaned in kissing your hair softly tilting your head and began sucking your bottom lip into his mouth running his teeth across the delicate inside biting it a little his hand dragged through your hair pulling you closer he slid beneath you on to his back tugging you across his chest still holding your head you gasped as a hand rested on your back drawing your nighty up you whined trying to tug it down but he had fisted the hand holding it refusing the let it go once you gave up fighting him he slowly began tracing light patterns as he went pulling the fabric over your hip,s you shiver relaxing as his fingers dragged lazily over your skin, he bit again on your lip harder when you wouldn't open your mouth to his probing tongue in a tiny protest the force of his bite make you gasp in pain using this to his advantage he opened his mouth wider kissing deeper, dipping his tongue into your mouth licking at yours trying to get you to respond. Closing your eyes you moaned softly unable to help your self as his tongue twisted and lapped inside your mouth you squeezed your thighs together as you felt yourself getting hotter, despite being scared of him you couldn't help your bodies reaction to him he was attractive, you was only human you reasoned with yourself before any shame could settling in your gut you melted into him, he was a god of a man you would say he had work done if you hadn't known him, strong defined and unreasonably perfect on the outside, had you been a religious women you'd say he was the devil himself beautiful and dangerous, temptation and sin personified and you was a mere mortal women falling into his claws, everything was about him physically seemed to have been created to draw you in even his scent was attractive engulfing you a combination of the lightly spiced aftershave he wore and something you couldn't name other then to say it was him the scent he left on his clothes and sheets. He deepened the kiss the hand on your back creeping down to your rump quickly pulling you up and over his strong thigh landing you to lie between his legs pressing his crotch to the seam of your thighs using the hand on your bruised ass to grind you slowly, grunting as he moved you up and down. You squeaked feeling a wet spot dragging across his weeping head coating the inside of his boxers seeping through wetting your thighs. He pulled his mouth from yours closing his eyes resting his forehead against yours panting harsh breaths across your skin.

"FUCK! your soo perfect and mine all mine shit that's good baby girl" you whined as your rocking made your heart race blood rushing south to your clit as he grunted groaning pulling you tighter to his pelvis he picked up the pace then stopped growling flipping you over to your back shuffling his boxers off kicking them off of the bed, you gulped as you saw his erection think veins wound around him like vines bulging and pulsing as he twitched. It was an intimidating sight to behold angry and swollen, proud jutting out pointing straight up to his stomach it'd take both hands to try and cover it even then your not sure your palms would even touch the purple head of it let alone cover it. he smirked as you looked at him, there was fear and lust in your eyes, he knew you wanted him deep down, but you was still fighting yourself over it, he fisted himself pumping his cock slowly watching you watch him squirming on the bed, oh yes you wanted him but not enough yet, he made a point to go slow thrusting into his tight fist letting you get an eyeful of his stomach muscles contracting grunting with each movement. You blushed wanting to look away yet unable to it was like watching a crash, you wanted to turn away knowing what was coming but still stared. He stopped releasing himself dragging you up the bed a little before lowering his weight on one hand by your head you panicked thinking that he was going to force himself on you and tried to pushed yourself up the bed away from him pleading.

"No no please! I don't want to! don't force me please please don't!" he stopped hushing you looking you in the eye, you cringed as he brought his wet hand to your face brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

"shh shh calm down little one its okay everything is going to be okay.... daddy wont force you I promise .....no i wont hurt you like that..... besides iv already told you, you wont get my cock until you come crawling on hands and knees begging for it. But there are many other ways I can get my fill until you do come to me gagging for it" he said placing his knees outside of your legs he smirked at your doe like expression confused  by what he meant until he laid over you lowering his hips against yours feeding his cock into the small v where your thighs met pressing the top of hit hot length slipping between your pussy lips rubbing your engorged clit, you gasped arching then placed your hands on him, one flat on his chest the other on the bicep by your face shaking as he began moving thrusting his hips forward and back dragging your clit with it

"OOOOHHHH FUCK YES!that it baby fuck so good such a good princess you are for daddy MMMM FUCK!" he panted in your ear using his legs to press your tighs tighter together trapping his cock, making you massage him, you cried out as his veins felt like ridges as he pumped himself against you smearing your arousal across him making it easier for him to move.

"OH BAby yes! your enjoying this aren't you? I can feel your cum soaking me love" you flushed unable to stop trembling as he caught the underside of your clit bumping it his the ridge of his head your moans grew more breathy as he tilted a little to keep hitting it brushing his cock against your opening with every pass , he was long enough that his head was sliding down  spreading your sore cheeks apart slightly making your pucker twitch with each downward thrust, he continued his pace trying to draw this out as long as possible, his drawn out moans and praises where breathed straight into your ear as he curled over you the lewd sounds making you clench. You dug your nails into his arm as your belly twisted breath coming out in heavy pants as your pussy tried to capture him at every thrust clenching desperately trying to direct him into your awaiting heat unsatisfied being left empty he laughed biting your ear lobe between his sharp fang like teeth releasing it with a pop.

"You know I can feel that!, feel your little cunt trying catch me, it-hahshit!-its quite cute really OH FUCK! yes!. You want me. Want me to feed you my aching cock and sooth your insides with my cum. To paint your insides again and again until you cant bear the thought of not having apart of me filling you on way or another. Don’t worry babe I wont let got go empty ever again!! All you have to do is BEG!! SHIT SHIT YES THAT'S IT STAY their-AH right there little one ahhh!" you whined as he spoke growling out the words as he rocked into you faster lewd wet slaps as his thick thighs rubbed and slapping into yours you moaned throwing your head back trying to fight the sensations he was forcing onto you.

"YES yesyesugh I know, oh pet I know but I'm not going toOH!, not until you admit to yourself. Not until you admit the truth. You want me. You LOVE me! UGH shit fuck fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming! good girl shit Daddy's gonna cum right in your little pussylips fuck!" you shook below him as he fucked into your thighs feeling him stutter his hips releasing down into the crack of your ass coating the sheets beneath you. he laughed sweaty holding himself up on shaking arms then ran his cock across you smearing his cum between your lips making sure to leave you messy as he pulled back coating your clit

"OH sweety thank you were such a good girl for daddy" he rolled to the side of you running a finger spreading your lips as he pushed a pad to your cum soaked clit rubbing making you jerk up violently as he rolled the throbbing flesh side to side.

"oh you haven't cum have you? poor baby, well maybe if you'd tried to join in more you would have.... oh well to late now maybe next time hey little one?" he said making you groan as he kissed your lips licking the seem of them them he pulled back licking your lips. You cringed a little wiping away his spit from you he laughed resting on one elbow his other hand ruffled your hair.

"Oh sweetheart you don't like it when I lick you? Oh I bet you would if my head was here" you froze as his wandering fingers probed your core and tried tilting up to him wanting him to carry on, to do... something? anything? tears sprung to your eyes when he pulled back gathering your mixed arousal as he went before sucking them clean groaning as he did.

"sooo good , you taste so good baby I could eat you for hours

""Pl-please daddy" he grinned you was so aroused that you couldn’t deny that you craved him, wanted him to touch you ignoring the little voice that said it was wrong, Henry noticed your little battle continued with a low growl that you felt more then heard, trying to sway you.

"But another time perhaps, tell me would you like that? Would you enjoy your self while daddy feasts on your perfect pink pussy for hours on end? forcing you to cum over and over? I could you know I would be a very happy to oblige" His words were taunting you. You nodded then shook your head confused not sure what you wanted. He smiled before getting off the bed

"But you had your chance today, I cant spoil you now can I? not when I'm supposed to be teaching you your place" he seemed to like having you on edge like this, he plucked his boxers from the floor using them to quickly wipe you down dragging it quickly across you avoiding where you needed him most removing the worst of the sticky cum then through it across the room to the basket. He made his way to the chest of drawers pulling out a black round neck cotton dress decorated with small flowers.

"Come here lets get you dressed" you tilted your head at him as he said that pointing to the floor in front of him. Slowly you moved towards him curling your toes into the hard wood floor fidgeting. He motioned for you to hole

"Wh-what? why? I can dress myself" he sighed exasperated

"I told you that your training starts today little one, you are going to rely on daddy for everything now do as your told pet" his voice was stern again you sighed nodding again.

"Good girl, who knew all you needed was a firm hand? Im confident that we can work this out.... it is a shame tho, if you'd just behaved then I wouldn't have to give you these new rules." You cringed trying not to look at his wet cock swaying with his movements.

"Now arms up" you followed his instructions letting him replace your nighty with the short dress that just skimmed your knees. He watched you for a moment then moved dressing himself in a formfitting top and tight trousers using your nighty to quickly wipe his cock clean, something about the gesture made you feel dirty. Ushering you to the door with a light tug on your wrist you struggled.

"Wait what about? No stop a minute" he ignored continued to the hall

"If you want my attention then address me properly pet." You flushed panicking as he lead you to the door you held on to the frame jerking him to a halt

"Daddy please stop" he faced you still holding your wrist as you held on to the wooden frame.

"What is it princess?" You flushed moving from one foot to the other.

"You haven't given me any .....you know I'm still wet and.......its err I'm naked under this" you said trying to tug the skirt of the dress down completely out of your depth here. He smiled

"Of course you are, what you think I forgot to give you panties? No baby girl that is a new rule, from now on your in skirts and no panties aloud so its easier for me to get at that naughtly little bottom when I need to and easier for daddy to check if his little girl is lying about feeling all tingly , now come on daddy doesn't have all day we have a few visitors today and you best behave or you'll be right over my knee now come on"

"but I’m going to leave wet spots!!"you admonished he laughed

"Yes I suppose you will wont you? If your a good girl daddy will give you a treat later but for now we haven't got the time!" .

"But what if someone see's them?! or-or they see up my skirt?!"he shook his head at your high pitch then tugged making you slip from the door you yelped nervously scanning for the others in the house all the way to the kitchen. One hand holding the skirt tight to your bottom trying to keep it covered wincing as you felt a small trickle of your arousal smear against your upper thighs he scoffed sitting down at the table dragging you onto his lap back against his chest placing your legs either side of his knees spreading you a little, you shivered as the cool air met your wet heat making is impossible to forget the state he had left you in also making sure you felt yourself weeping onto his trousers you moaned in humiliation trying to close your legs but found it hopeless his thighs to strong his bulge was right under your ass and already twitching again.

"Well baby girl, if you act like the little lady I know you are no one will see up your skirt." He said motioning for a plate to be brought over stacked with four slices of toast. You whined trying to wriggle your legs free to close them he held you still groaning in your ear

"No baby stop, fuck daddy just told you we haven't got time for that now!" you pouted at him whining only to get a slap on your thigh you yelped clenching your bottom in response making him dig his fingers in your thigh.

"Enough! not at the table now sit still" he said picking up a small piece of toast holding it to your lips and began feeding you by hand. You flushed feeling exposed as mid way during breakfast the guard from yesterday came in, you knew he couldn't see beneath the table but you couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

"Boss we got a big problem" you watched from the corner eye finishing the mouthful Henry had fed you as you swirled your coffee in your mug then taking a sip trying to focus on anything but the position he held you in you felt Henry sigh exasperated.

"What is it? the Vonnie boys failed a delivery again?" He asked pulling you back to rest on his chest plucking the mug from you placing it on the table then casually lowered his hand to cup your center covering you should the other man peak beneath it, he wouldn't honestly let you be seen by anyone other than himself, the man shook his head.

"No haven't heard from them yet their not due in till this afternoon flight gets in at two its well" he hesitated a moment making Henry growl his hand tightened on your pussy making you mewl trying to push back against him.

"Ive got to many things to do today Luke, spit it out!" His stern voice made you jump tensing as it reverberated through your body, he hushed you kissing your neck.

"Well its to do with the girl, you should see this" he placed a tablet on the table sliding it across Henry huffed and let got of you pulling you to straddle one thigh you moaned quietly as your clit was pushed forward the fabric of his trousers providing friction to the tight bud then began to grind lightly onto it one hand on his knee the other holding the edge of the table, no control of yourself it was far to good to resist Henry quickly put a stop to it striking your sore ass cheek making you yelp holding your hand to it pouting as he held on arm around your waist holding you still, you clenched tight and relaxed then again

"Baby? just carry on and see what happens I said not at the table and I meant it young lady" you blushed looking down knowing that the guard Luke now knew what you was doing you huffed slumping back against him taking that as your little defeat he peered forward over the tablet it. It was an email a short one line it read

Stephan knows he saw you leave the police station

Henry tensed glaring at the note it was from Fletcher you jumped as he slapped the tablet down with the force you was surprised he didn't break it.

"When did you get this?”

"Last night boss"

"LAST NIGHT! and you didn't think to tell me then? the fuck is wrong with you?!”

"We didn't want to interrupt you sir"

"Well What have you done about it?"

"We wasn't sure what your plans were for him wanted to wait until you saw it" Henry slumped in his chair you whimpered as he got angrier

"NOT SUR- I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS-" he took a breath calming himself, he felt you trembling sighing he rubbed your side a little the action calm the both of you, he continued in a low dangerous voice."isn't it fucking obvious what to do?. Find him .Kill him and keep it clean and quiet like I fucking pay you to do" he growled you gasped at the order then twisted round before he could stop you, kill who? You blood ran cold when you got a glimpse of the name on the screen.

"That's the thing boss its a false identity, he didn't exist until a year ago, already checked his accommodation he is gone. No trail nothing" Henry release a breath through his nose then snarled before standing up abruptly you yelped as he took you with him skirt bunched up over your ass as he did you was quick to pull it down at the sides and front as Henry had you pressed to the front of his hips feet dangling just off the floor, you tried not to swoon at just how easily he hoisted you off the ground with on hand. Now was defiantly not the time.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES FUCKING GONE?! GONE WHERE? YOU JOB IS TO MAKE SURE THIS SHIT DOESN'T HAPPEN! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID YOU DROP THE BALL THIS FUCKING MUCH?" You shook in his grasp whimpering covering your ears as he screamed at Luke. He stopped regarding you then took a deep breath pointing a shaky finger at Luke.

"Find him, pull in everything trace all cctv in the city if you have to but you find him and get Fletcher here, throw him in the trunk for all I care but bring him here today, and you better hope this kid isn't what I think he is or I will be needing a new head of security!" you shivered there was a crazed tone to his threat growl, the seemed to be all the dismissal Luke needed as he quickly scuttled out of the kitchen. Once you were alone Henry placed you on the seat making his way to the island slamming his hands down on it in temper the loud thump echoing in the room, you watched still quivering terrified of what was going to happen, he cast you a glance sighing making his way towards you watching as you flinched away from him.

"Baby doll? Its okay honey I'm sorry for scaring you.....daddy loves you, you know that right? and daddy isn't angry at you no no not at you my beautiful baby girl shh its okay" You nodded completely freaked out by his sudden switch he crouched down in front of you tucking the hair behind your ears wiping the few stray tears that had escaped gulping.

"A-are you really gonna kill him? Please don't do that please, its my fault I don't want to be the reason please" you cried fearing for Stephan hands clutching the chair seat trying to swallow down the sobs that tried to escape into sniffles, he sighed looking away then fixed you with a sympathetic gaze patting your knees smoothing them with his hands that could probably swallow them both in a single palm.

"Oh baby don't-don't cry on his account, I know you-you liked him but its for the best pet, we can't let him go, he knows where you are and there are some very bad people who would take you away from me if he tells them. Cant you see I'm doing this for you, for us so we can be together, I love you and I cant allow anyone to take you away ,no one not one single person will ever tear us apart. Because we belong together don't we? we love each other and nothing can put a stop to that" He explained you sobbed into your hands feeling sick as he continued to believe his own twisted fantasy of you being a true loving,consenting couple. Stephan would die because of you, Because this dangerous unstable man had an obsession with you. You moved on hand to his cheek shaking your head.

"N-no please I'll do anything please please don't...f-for my sake please, I-I will tell them that I chose to come here! Chose you over him Th-that we're together and he was just jealous of my decision or something but please please please don't do this I couldn’t live with myself" you pleaded to him running your thumb across his cheek before continuing

"I don't think I could ever fall in love with you if you do this" he froze at that if he done this? IF? so there was a chance? you held some feelings for him, you thought that you could love him. Perfect. He pushed his face into your hand slowly kissing your palm, it was the first time you'd touched him without fear, the first time you'd initiated an almost loving gesture, he grasped your hand placing your knuckles to his mouth again. Letting a small smile creep across his face watching you cry, on hand tugging at his shirt begging him so sweetly between small hiccups. His voice dropped lower then you'd ever heard it before

"You would do that baby? You'd tell everyone were together? Stop fighting me? Try to love me and forget about him to save him?" You nodded grabbing blindly at him still whimpering.

"Okay I tell you what pet, you stay with me here, love me and only me and never leave then I will promise you I won't kill him, but if you ever try to run from me his death will last days, I will kill him slowly and painfully you hear me love, you have to swear to me that you will stay think of this as a contract" It wasn’t a question, or request it was an ultimatum, and probably the only offer he would make. You gasped not really expecting him to reason with you, would you sacrifice the rest of your life to save the man you think you could have loved? He held your gaze firm, the blue in his eyes clear and steady it was unnerving as he watched you waiting for your answer. A no would mean a death sentence for Stephan and the truth of what has really happened dying with him. A yes would save his life but trap you under his thumb spending the rest of your days with this beautiful monster, either way you know your never escaping Henry, never. Yesterday was proof enough. So you may as well save someones life along the way right? You took a deep breath finally nodded.

"Yes. If you promise not to kill him" Henry smiled nodding

"You have my word little one, I will not kill this boy so long as you stay with me" he sealed the deal with a slow tender kiss to your knuckles then scooping you up spinning, cradling you to his chest, he was elated, ecstatic this day couldn't turn out better placing you to sit on the table.

"I’m so proud of you baby girl, your soo gooood, that why I love you, I love you so much your everything I'm not. You truly are my better half" You cried into him silent tears streaming down.

"Oh sweet heart don't be sad, no no this is good....Hush now you'll be fine I know this is a big commitment but deep down you love me just as much, your just afraid of admitting it. That’s okay I can wait, we have our whole lives together....Your a good girl you've made daddy so happy baby girl." his words did nothing to stop the tears the finality of them was frightening. Your whole lives the rest of your days being his doll, a toy. the thought made your stomach clench he pulled you down to stand before him wiping at the tears

"Hey now there's no need for tears, its daunting but exciting......I know how about you let daddy give you that treat he promised huh? make my little baby girl feel better hmm? its only fair you've been so good" You shook your head whimpering at him wanting to

"N-no I don't want to now" he tutted at you spinning placing you on the counter stepping between your legs.  His hands cupped your cheeks softly.

"Nonsense come on love just a quick little reward and then we can go get you some books and you can spend the rest of the day in the office with daddy" you whined squirming

"no no no please" he sighed at you as he called out over his shoulder making another male enter the kitchen you flushed trying to move your skirt over your thighs not getting far as he was pressing tight against your center

"Tell Luke I've changed my mind, find Stephan but don't kill him just keep tabs on him....still get Fletcher here tho, he may help find him" the man nodded leaving you alone once again"There does that help? he wont be hurt, I just want to know where he is.....better?" you nodded a little you did feel a slightly better until he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter parting your thighs wider quickly  you squeaked then he pushed you back flat with one strong hand on your ribs pinning you down. you mewled embarrassed as he flipped your skirt up holding it under the palm pinning you down flat the marble was cold making you shiver as he placed an open mouthed kiss on your lower tummy trailing his tongue down to your mound leaving a wet line in your skin that cooled instantly as the air hit it not stopping you bent your knees feet firmly on the counter gasping as he moved down not wasting any time one latching onto your clit sucking it into his mouth flicking the tip of his tongue across it igniting your pussy anew you pushed on your feet trying to fight his hold on you as his shoulders pressed on your tense thighs you panted shaking your head it was incredible as his teeth pinched the flesh rolling it side to side then pulled back taking the small nub with him then moved forward pressing the flat of his tongue sticking it out rubbing up and down angling the tip to the sensitive skin just behind your clit. you moaned throwing your head back throwing your arms around your right hand found purchase on the edge of the marble counter top your left grabbing his wrist at your ribs.

"OH FUCK! AHH!" you cried out as he sped his tongue then moved lower attaching his mouth over your opening sucking obscenely darting his tongue inside of you making you jolt using your feet to grind down on him as his torturous mouth feasted on you with out pulling back he grabbed your left foot throwing it over his shoulder to hand loosely down his strong back and smacked your left calf from below prompting you to throw it over his left shoulder. you squealed trapping his head between your thighs as he continued to eat you out  he pulled back a little  you panted breathlessly looking down at him, his face was wet from your arousal he wiped his face with the back of his hand before licking it clean you moaned as the display.

"Fuck you taste fantastic, I could fucking live off this alone!" he said before diving back down tugging you to hang off of the counter pressing your thighs back with his shoulders stretching your pussy taught as he went back to work, the new position pulling your lips back revealing more of your clit to his wandering tongue, you cried out a gruntal moan as he suckled on it flicking his tongue on the underneath slowly the circling its base quickly

"Fuck fuck shit please I-PLEASE I’m gonna cum I cant-" suddenly he thrusted two thick fingers inside you pressing them around feeling his way along your muscles making him self at home inside of you scissoring and circling pressing on your contracting walls whilst sucking on you. You moaned and keened unable to contain yourself digging your heels in his back feeling the strength in his back as he arched over you moaning into you making you jump at the vibrations. you clenched around his fingers yelping as he brushed something deep

"AH! oh god wha? UGH!" you moaned loud spasming around his fingers as they found what he was looking for and rubbed furiously following your hips as you tried to escape screaming as you tense curling your upper body rocking into his hand and mouth desperate to finish as he gave one final painful suck on your clit then bit down hard sending you to your peak. He smiled as you came over his fingers slowing them but not stopping letting you ride him through your orgasm. You saw stars as you climaxed the pleasure making your whole body shiver and jerk every muscle seemed to come alive at once, your nerves on fire before you came down as he pulled his hand and mouth away from you. panting and trembling you looked down at him dazed, eyes glazed over from your after glow completely exhausted you felt alive and drained all at once he winked up at you smirking licking his lips then pulled back standing at full height catching your legs and they slipped from his shoulders before they could hit the counter painfully as dead weight, slowly lowering them to rest over the edge then lifted his drenched fingers to his mouth sucking them clean eagerly. You groaned still trying to control your ragged breaths, that was ridiculous you summarized moving your hands to your hair grimacing when you felt how sweaty your forehead was.

"You have a very unique taste baby doll, i love it  so much i might have to have it for breakfast each day what do you think?" you groaned barely able to move

"I think it'd kill me" you panted out he laughed loud running his hands across your thighs then pulled your skirt back down

"well that is what orgasm means, little death" you grunted as he pulled you towards him sliding you to your feet supporting your whole weight as you slumped on him a little still feeling like jelly, then the door opened again Luke walking through.

"Sir Fletcher’s on his way and I don't think he knows where to find the other one your looking for, he sacked them for confronting him" Henry sighed looking up closing his eyes, you shivered waiting for the blow up but it never came he just nodded then picked you up

"Fucking idiot! fine I'll deal with him how long?" he said walking from the kitchen making them follow after him you leaned on his chest.

"Said he'd be twenty minutes or so, he's shitting bricks tried to wiggle out of it but told him we'd hand him over if he didn't that got him complying real quick" Henry nodded

"Go meet him half way I don't trust that little weasel not to make a run for it" you looked over Henry's shoulder as Luke took a left to the main doors.

"Is Fletcher in trouble?" he gave you a look making you shrink

"Don't you worry about him, you just keep your nose clean, you don't need to know now lets go get some books for you to read today" you sighed nodding a little as he continued down the hall.

[handeaux]

13 Curious Facts About Our Cincinnati Zoo

Blame The Caterpillars

In 1872, caterpillars infested Cincinnati trees to such an extent that Andrew Erkenbrecher, a wealthy local miller, formed the Society for the Acclimatization of Birds to import caterpillar-feasting species. Flushed with success after acquiring more than 1,000 birds, the Society developed plans for Cincinnati’s Zoological Gardens to house the imported birds that could not survive in the wild here. Erkenbrecher is largely responsible for Cincinnati’s starlings and English sparrows.

For-Profit, In Theory

The Cincinnati Zoo was originally organized as a for-profit enterprise, but it never turned much of a profit. The lingering effects of the financial Panic of 1873, compounded by a smallpox epidemic and poor weather resulted in deficits throughout the first decade. In 1885, Zoo directors considered a total shutdown, including selling off all the animals. Eventually, the Zoo reorganized as a not-for-profit corporation, with the City of Cincinnati owning the land..

Walking Into A Job

Sol Stephan arrived at the Cincinnati Zoo in 1875 to deliver a bull African elephant named Conqueror. Although opening day was rapidly approaching, the Zoo was still under construction and no one knew how to take care of an elephant. Stephan was asked to stick around for a couple of days. He stayed for 62 years, rising to become the legendary superintendent and general manager.

Humans On Display

In addition to animals, the Zoo secured 89 Sioux through a contract with the federal Bureau of Indian Affairs. The Native Americans, on display for three months in 1896, set up a village within the Zoo and lived, according to advertisements, their normal life, giving "a rare opportunity of showing the character and mode of life of the Indian tribes." The foray into human exhibits was a financial failure, but Zoo officials hailed it, from an educational perspective, as "an incalculable success."

Going To The Dogs

In its early days, the Zoo displayed a variety of dogs. On opening day, visitors saw a Newfoundland, two mastiffs, poodles, “Danish hounds” (Great Danes) and greyhounds. Some were trained performers, but others merely illustrated uncommon breeds. Interested observers could purchase dogs from the Zoo. St. Bernard dogs were advertised as “docile . . . but a terror to tramps and evil-doers.”

Old Hornbill

When a Cincinnati newspaper visited the Zoo in 1909, only one of the animals on display when the Zoo first opened in 1875 was still alive. It was an African Hornbill. The old bird survived more than 33 years in captivity and outlived every other specimen that originally populated the Zoo’s cages.

Pat McAvoy, Lion Slayer

During its first year of operation, two large carnivores escaped the Zoo. Both were shot and killed by Pat McAvoy, a building contractor who served as Clifton Town Marshal. In March 1875, while the Zoo was still under construction, a lioness escaped, killed a donkey and attacked a night watchman before McAvoy shot it. In September of that year, a leopard got loose and prowled Burnet Woods for several days before McAvoy tracked and killed it. The Cincinnati Daily Times [30 September 1875] quipped: “It is said that the Zoological Society consists of two persons, Andrew Erkenbrecker and McAvoy. The former furnishes the game for the latter to shoot.”

Firing Squad For An Elephant

In December 1890, the Cincinnati Zoo brought in a firing squad to execute a cantankerous elephant named Old Chief. Retired from the Robinson Circus where he had killed his keeper, Chief’s tantrums threatened nearby animals – not to mention Zoo personnel – and Zoo directors signed his death warrant. A single marksman proved unable to bring down the elephant, so the Zoo recruited a squad of four, who fired multiple volleys until the great beast finally succumbed. The Palace Hotel served elephant steaks that night. Chief’s skeleton and skin were displayed at the Zoo for years and then donated to the University of Cincinnati.

Bloody Butchers’ Day

During the 1890s, as part of the annual Butchers’ Day at the Zoo, local meat cutters competed to determine who could kill, skin and dress a bull of no less than 1,400 pounds. Although the animals were killed on stage, a curtain was closed at the fatal moment, but drawn back to provide a clear view of beheading, skinning and dressing the fresh beef. The animal contestants were served at a grand barbecue later in the day.

Dinnertime Delight

In years past, a top attraction at the Cincinnati Zoo was watching living lunch fed to ravenous beasts. While the big carnivores usually got great joints of butchered beef or pork, the snakes and reptiles were served live rabbits, rats or squirrels. Spectators enjoyed watching the hungry snake attack and kill its meal. So popular was feeding time that the Zoo published the schedule in their advertisements.

In The Ring

Throughout the 1940s, the Zoo entertained visitors by pitting trainer Howland Kirby against Rodney the kangaroo. Although the Zoo claimed the boxing matches “relaxed” Rodney, and that Rodney eagerly anticipated these bouts with his trainer, public outcry eventually ended the pugilistic routine.

Sopranos Pull Rank

For half a century, the Cincinnati Zoo was home to Cincinnati’s Summer Opera. At times, the on-stage artists harmonized with screeching peacocks and trumpeting elephants. The accommodations were nothing like The Met – performers had to dress and make up in a small village of tents near the stage, except for the star soprano. She was assigned the only dressing room in the building.

April Fools Abound

For years, the telephone at the Cincinnati Zoo rang off the hook on the first day of April. A standard April Fools prank involved leaving a phone message asking the victim to return a call to Mr. Baehr, Mr. Lyon, Mr. Wolf or Mr. Fox. While the perpetrator enjoyed boffo yucks, the Zoo’s receptionist dreaded the annual ordeal. In recent years, with almost-universal caller identification, the gag has lost its luster.

[simpforfictionalboys]

Struggle Part 2

Summary- Peter Parker isn’t the only one that is keeping secrets at Midtown high. Much less being the daughter of Stephan Strange and one of the only females in her coven, Y/n is in for a little surprise. (YOU ARE SMALL AND LOOK LIKE YOU COULDN’T HURT A FLY)

Pairing- Peter Parker x reader, Peter Parker x witch!reader, Peter Parker x Strange!reader

Warning(s)- Language, Action, Gore

Part 1

Circe started to bolt as she was in a form of a great Dane when you motioned for her.

“Circe, shift.” The animal shifted this time into a smaller- cat?- before walking closer to you.

“Whoa- this is the witch that is holding the time stone. What are you 15? You’re the size of a tooth pick.” You were tempted to snap something out.

“Bit of advice, don’t say that. Especially since I can manipulate everything around me including you.”

He seemed to look either annoyed or impressed by your boldness- but you had to guess that it wasn’t the impressed part.

“Play nice, Y/n. And Mr. Stark I would encourage you to listen to what my daughter said. Witches tend to have as big as a bite that they do a bark.” Your eyes slid to your father with a grin.

“So what is the plan? I mean why don’t we just shove this thing down a garbage disposal and problem solved.”

The plan was to kill all of the bitches that came after this little object that was hanging around my neck. The garbage disposal thing was sounding pretty damn good to me.

“We took an oath to protect this stone, and with that comes our lives. We take oaths very seriously. Our plan is to-”

“Try not to die while fighting a psychotic alien who is planning on killing half of the universe.” Matthew muttered out a curse as you slid down next to Wong as he looked over around the room.

“Well Hermione Granger's plan seems good to me but how the hell are we going to know when he comes.” A small smile crossed your face at the mention of the Harry Potter character. 

“And how come we have never heard of you guys before?”

“Because we deal with the more-”

“Bat shit”

“Supernatural issues. There are a lot more people in this universe than you think there are Mr. Stark.” That is so freaking true. Matt excused himself to go back to the Mastery half way across the world as his father sent for him to come.

“I’m going to build a stronger barrier around the mastery. It’s getting weak, that way I will figure out when something unknown enters our gravitational circumstance.” 

As you walked away you found Spider-man kind of- strange. He wasn’t talking much- well you haven’t really seen him talk at all he just kind of stood in the middle of the room watching the conversation with his mask on. 

“C-can I help?” You turned abruptly hearing a voice that you thought you wouldn’t hear for a hell of a long time because of the stone- even with his mask still on you could tell it was Peter.

“Peter?” You turned abruptly rushing to him pulling off his mask. “No-no.” He looked shock at the discovery at you finding it out so fast.

“I tried to make my voice deeper- I guess it didn’t work.” He said coyly as he gave you a shy smile before you launched yourself onto him. Him grabbing you with ease.

“No. You shouldn’t be here. You could get hurt-” Before you could ramble anymore he stopped you.

“You are the one who shouldn’t be here. You are innocent.” You loved Peter for that very reason he was so kind and innocent himself.

“I’m a witch, Peter.” You stated looking towards Peter with a coy look on your face reaching up to touch his cheek. “Is there any way I can convince you not to do this. Thanos will not hesitate to kill you. I can’t loose you, Peter.”

“I will be fine, and there is no way that I am leaving now.” He pulled you into a comforting hug that you seemed to love more than most things in life- you were in love with him of course.

“When this is over we are having a serious conversation.” You didn’t want to bring up that the chances that one of you (aka you) weren't going to survive were really high.

“Oh, yeah. You are going to teach me how to blow up things.” There was the Peter Parker that you knew and loved. “Is there a way that I can help?”

Yeah, there was, but you blushed even thinking about it. 

“Y-Yeah. I usually have one thing but it might feel weird. Matt usually does it for me but you will work just as well.” Better than Matt.

Slipping his hand carefully above your heart you noticed how he seemed to stop and get all freaked out by the proximity that he had close to your boob but he relaxed when you put your hand over his.

“et oblinito domo hac in praesidium.” You muttered under your breath until you felt a wave of power wash over you calming you down in the power surge. 

He looked over to you amazed his mouth open so much that you let out a horse laugh, not feeling weak from the power.

“So, um, you and Matt seem close.” Matt and you was a conversation that you didn’t want to have with him.

“We- we are kind of complicated. There are less and less female witches in the world and usually when one is born they- um- are kind of coupled up. When we turn 18, we develop our full powers but along with that as a- a offering of sorts...” 

You were hesitant to tell him the truth, it wasn’t easy to understand for people outside of the coven.

“You what? Sacrifice a lamb or something?” You laughed at the mention of the old timely sacrifices that you learned from Wong- to be honest you were pretty sure he was 1 million years old but that was besides the point.

“This is normal not for humans but for witches okay? We have to- ah- lose our virginity on the night of the first full moon after our 18 birthday. Witches are- very sexual.”

“What?!” Peter virtually screamed to you but as soon as you released the information. 

“We are not talking about this right now, Peter. We have to focus 

“Your birthday is less than a year away, Y/n/n. Why- why him? Are you guys dating?” He seemed to be hurt by even mentioning it when you brought it up.

“NO. We are not dating, we just- we have been friends since we were 5 and um-” He looked toward you to continue as your face blushed a deep red 

“Sex with witches is sometimes so mind blowing that it can drive mortals insane. Witches can’t always handle themselves that we can use magic during it. So it is worrying to have sex with mortals and usually we have to have a witch- You know what I am so done talking about this.” 

You couldn’t stop blushing so much that you had to turn around. You were always very shy and this didn’t help as you put hands over you head.

A pulse went through the air as you got a bad feeling in your gut undoing your small amulet you muttered a small prayer under your breath, “praesidium ut purgaret ventrem ego ad te”.

You turned back to him there was a look that you couldn’t quite place in his gaze as you as you reached up slinging the amulet around his neck before tucking it into his suit.

“You never take this off okay? You have to promise me that, Peter.” You fiddled with the amulet in between your two fingers as he nodded profusely. What you didn’t expect was for him to lean down and kiss your cheek as though to thank you but he pulled back and looked at you straight in the eyes.

“I’m not entirely mortal you know.” You were speechless, your heart beating fast but before you could make a move a loud crash sounded causing you to jump. Shit.

[antlerqueer]

hi megan! you're incredible at this and was wondering if you'd help me out for a male fc. ideally i'd love to use dane dehaan but he's a smidge too old for the character i have in mind. so a few suggestions that are similar to him that is doable for a cis male aged 25-27. thank you in advance!

Definitely! I get the like... eery vibe from Dane so here are some gents who work:

Ross Lynch (1995)

Ryan Potter (1995)

Cameron Monaghan (1993)

David Corenswet (1993)

Stephan James (1993)

Avan Jogia (1992)

Drew Ray Tanner (1992)

Tyler Posey (1991)

Bill Skarsgard (1990)

Jordan Calloway (1990)