#story: free piano: haunted

[moonshine-nightlight]

Free Piano: Haunted - Part 1

When you drive by the piano on the way home from a job across town, you almost don’t stop. But your kid’s been wanting to learn how to play—a desire that’s stuck around for the last few months, a rarity—and this one’s free. It needs some TLC and while you’ve no experience with instruments, you’re good with your hands. On impulse, you pull over. Soon enough, you’re loading the free piano into the back of your truck. You barely give a passing thought to the “haunted” part of the sign.

Perhaps you should have.

Inspiration post: Haunted Free Piano Pic

Modern, enemies to friends to lovers, ghosts/spirits/specters, male monster x male reader, M/M, Part 1 of 8

Part One [Part Two]

You’re on your way home from a job across town when you see it.

You’re waiting at a busy all-way stop-sign intersection, counting your turn, when you see something big and wood on the side of the road. While people occasionally leave old or unwanted furniture out on the side of the road for either the garbage collectors, or anyone really, to take–it's not often.

The first time you ever actually stopped for one of these was with your grandpa, who was driving you home after baseball practice. He’d decided not to take the chair home that time—he said never take anything with upholstery because who knows what sort of bugs or vermin could be in it—but you two had stopped a few times after that. 

You’d helped him take home an old record player cabinet, once. He’d even let you stick around while he fixed it up–the first time you’d ever done any work like that in your life. Even though all he had you do was hold things for him for the most part, it had earned his trust in your abilities, leading to a few other projects he’d drafted you for. It was the only project you’d gotten to work on with your gran, she was the one who knew how to restore the record player to functioning.  

You still had it in fact, now that you had their house. Your parents hadn’t expected to inherit it, hadn’t really known what to do with it, but well, then came your divorce. It had made you feel like you belonged, that you weren’t just sneaking into their house–reminded you that you had contributed to the house with them. You’d still felt like a trespasser those first few weeks, there without Grandpa, but looking at the record player cabinet, and other spots you’d helped with at Grandpa’s side, helped ease that feeling.

You carried on with the habit, picking up an old TV stand for your college apartment with some buddies and a nightstand for your first apartment after that—easier to come by in the city you were living in at the time. 

You pull yourself from your memories when your turn comes and on impulse, you go right instead of going straight. You’re just curious enough to want to take a closer look and it’s not like you have anywhere to be. 

When you get close enough to pass by it, you’re surprised to see it's not furniture—it's a piano. Before you realize it, you’ve pulled into a driveway and turned around, coming up behind it on the correct side of the street. You don’t play, but your kid’s been wanting to learn. You’ve been considering getting an electronic keyboard, but they’ve never sounded right to your ear. Besides, while not as bad as a real one, any good instrument is expensive. 

This one is free.

Well, you think as you hop down from your pickup to take a closer look, it doesn’t look like it's in great shape.  The wood’s beat up and covered with what looks like water stains, discoloring and mildly warping the finish. But it's got a matching little bench, with a beat up, damaged design of what you think are supposed to be flowers or vines of some kind. 

And then there’s the sign.

 Ductaped together and to the piano itself is what looks like the side of a cardboard box with a piece of printer paper taped on top that in big, but neat print says “Priceless Antique”. Under that is another panel with very dark, large block letters merely saying “FREE”. Finally, under that is a third pane, looking even more hastily tacked on than the first two parts, stating “HAUNTED” in the same print as “FREE” but this word is underlined-twice. You appreciate the contradiction of “priceless” and “free”. The ‘haunted’ part causes you to raise an eyebrow: why would someone trying to get rid of something purposely label it haunted?

Restoration on this, even just the wood, will probably cost a fair amount—let alone any sort of specialist, mechanical restoration it’ll need.

But you’re a contractor by trade, which means you at least have access to more tools and supplies than most and you know the right people to ask for help—hell, isn’t there a youtube video for everything these days anyways? It's probably still cheaper than buying one.

You carefully flip up the lid to reveal the keys. They seem in better condition than the wood, only one or two looks damaged. You press a finger down on what you think is middle “C”. The note that rings out is clear and at the right volume, at least to your untrained ear. You don’t want to mess with it too much here on the street, but you hit two more keys at random, above and below, and they sound good enough—nothing obviously discordant or muted thuds from a hammer hitting wood instead of string.

You turn towards the house. No one’s come out to yell at you for messing with it, still… You shut the lid and reluctantly make your way over the house’s front door. It’s probably best to at least ring the bell and check with the current owners.

The bell rings louder than you expect and you’re already regretting deciding to voluntarily talk to strangers. You stand still, resisting the urge to fidget, until you start to think it's been long enough that you can just walk away when you hear footsteps from inside the house.

“Hi, sorry to bother you,” you say to the harried looking brunette a decade or so older than yourself who opens the door. “I just wanted to ask you about the piano?” You jerk your thumb over your shoulder in case she’s unaware of the free piano in her own yard. You’re glad when recognition blooms in her eyes before you can feel too silly for the gesture.

“Oh! Really? Great,” she says, sounding relieved. 

“It’s still available, yeah?” You didn’t want for someone to have already claimed it, but just not gotten around to moving it. No way did you want someone to accuse you of theft of their free item. Not again.

However, the woman just nods. “Yeah, definitely. You can take it. We’re moving to another state and there’s just not enough room. Besides, none of us can play it—my mother-in-law used to, but the arthritis means that's not a good idea anymore.”

“What sort of condition is it in?” You don’t know how much that’ll change your mind, but it can’t hurt to ask. A quick question with the owner can save time down the road—like if a drawer is locked and the key lost or where it was purchased from or what they’ve used on it before. Any extra info is helpful with these types of things.

She frowns a little and you can’t tell if it's because you’re bothering  to ask when it's literally free or because she’s trying to remember. “It got a bit damaged when the roof leaked a few years ago, but we made sure that the strings were alright—no rust or anything. I think it needs a tune and doesn’t look the prettiest, but,” she shrugs, “that’s why we’re just giving it away.”

“This the mover?” an older woman asks, her short white hair falling back from her face as she straightens from a bit of a stoop. She moves to stand in the doorway, the tennis balls on the four feet of her cane keeping her steady as she looks you over. 

“No, but they might be taking that piano off our hands,” the woman replies, a bit of a warning in her tone.

The grandmother’s eyes sharpen as she stares at you. “Are they now?” She looks past you and spies it on the side of the road. Her eyes go a bit hard when they narrow back on the woman. “Did you just drop it on the side of the road?”

“Mike was careful when he put it out,” she retorts defensively. “And no matter what you think, no one’s gonna pay money for it. Even this guy’s asking questions, despite it being free—no offense.”

You smile, glad you have practice with acting like everything is fine while family members get passive-aggressive. “None taken.” You wish you hadn’t bothered to knock.

“Do you play?” the older woman asks while her daughter-in-law squints passed you at the sign taped to the piano, as if just noticing how long it is.

You shake your head. “No, but my kid’s been wanting to learn.”

She gives you a measuring look before nodding slowly. “It’s a good one for a beginner, given they’re polite.”

You frown, opening your mouth to ask what that means when the daughter-in-law cuts off whatever you were going to say with a muttered curse. Turning, she yells back into the house, “Emma! What did I say about messing with the sign on the piano!?”

“What?” a faint but defensive voice comes from deeper in the house. “Gotta warn the people!”

You can’t help but smirk at the joke. That sign makes a lot more sense if they made the teenager write it.

The daughter-in-law turns to point a finger at the now smirking grandmother. “This is your fault for encouraging her.” She turns back to you with a brittle smile, “Look, take or don’t. I’ve gotta finish packing this whole house and if you don’t want it, garbage will collect it Monday.” With that said, she walks off into the house.

You turn to the grandmother and raise an eyebrow. She raises one back. “You’re the one who stopped. I’ve had that piano for many years, my brother played it too. It’s been around since my parents’ got it. If you think you can spruce it up and have your child play it, please do. If not,” she shrugs, “I’m sure someone else will take it. A piano like that won’t end up in the trash.” 

Before you can reply, there’s an indistinct shout from inside and she sighs. “I better go help. Be a dear and shut the door. Have a good day.”

“You too,” you reply as you obligingly close their door and head back to the piano.

You walk around it, and even take a look under it—mostly looking for anything like big holes or something—before you just sort of stare at it. Are you really doing this? What makes you think you can do fix it up? That it won’t still be too much money. That by the time you fix it, Kit won’t have moved on to some other interest. Even optimistically, you can’t finish this by his birthday—it’ll have to be for the winter holidays in a few months.

Will it fit in your shed? Will you be able to move it around without breaking it? 

You shake your head, scowling as you try to banish all your second guessing. It’s free, it's right here. If you take it home and figure out after some research it’s too expensive or impossible for someone not a professional, you can throw it out yourself. 

No harm in doing that much, right?

Decision made, you hop into your truck bed, moving things around until you’ve got enough space for it. It’ll be good for you to have a project again, you think. Now that the house is more or less fixed up, you’ve been finding the evenings on the days you didn’t have Kit too empty. You always feel better when you’ve got something to occupy your mind as well as your hands.

The space made, you frown as you try to get a feel for its weight. Just as you’re trying to decide the best way to move it yourself, a man comes jogging out of the house. “Hey!” he says as he raises a hand in greeting. “My mom says you’re gonna help take this off our hands—least I can do is chip in to get it into your truck.”

“Thanks,” you reply as you reassess how to do this with another person to help, “that’d be great.” What did the woman say her husband’s name was? Mike? Regardless, he’s taller than you and seems fit enough so with two people…

“You mind if we do the piano first? We can always squeeze the bench in wherever,” you say, glancing at the other man to see if he wants to take over the job of moving it or if he’s willing to go along with you. Frequently, when you go to work on a project, the man of the house wants to show he knows what he’s doing, that he’s only hiring someone like you because he doesn’t have the time to bother. Those types never seem to have a clue and are more trouble than they're worth.

Luckily, Mike just smiles broadly, “Sure, makes sense to me. I swear I’ve moved more furniture in the last month—even though we’re not taking much with us—than I have in my whole life before this.”

“I bet, moving’s never easy,” you reply generically, correctly guessing that Mike doesn’t need much from you to continue talking about the move, where they’re going, and why. All you need to do is grunt every once in while to show your listening and he fills the silence, which honestly is your preference—you’ve never been much of a talker.

You pick up your side, noting the wood feels noticeably cold, odd given it's been sitting out all day in the sun, but it feels solid enough that you focus on that instead. You’re more than willing to listen as Mike helps you drape a tarp over it, secure it down with bungee cords, hold things out of the way while you get everything all settled. 

The only time he falters is when he gets a good look at the sign stuck to it. “What the…?” You see him mouth the word ‘haunted’ as he pales. Quickly, he reaches out and pulls the sign free, folding it up and then tossing it near the other trash they have out. “Kids,” he says vaguely when he sees you looking at him. “Always joking around.”

“Right,” you reply, not sure what else to say. You shrug and turn to check that it's not blocking too much of your rear mirror. Then you make sure everything else in the truck bed is secure before you gesture that Mike can jump down.

You follow, squinting in the sudden burst of wind that blows dust and dirt into your face. Once you blink your vision clear, you give the other man a nod. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem,” Mike replies, hands in his pockets, staring up at the piano. “Sad to see it go, but it’s not like anyone was playing it here. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” you say and after a moment of silence, head around to go. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Mike replies.

As you drive away, you see him by the trash bins, breaking down the cardboard sign surprisingly thoroughly before stuffing it under the lid.

Your eyes flick to your new, free piano. Possibly haunted? You roll your eyes as you focus back on the road. Nah, the only scary thing is how much effort (and money) it's gonna take to get this thing up and running again. 

Well, you’ve got plenty of time for it at least.

[borathae]

"I’m honestly so free use with you when I sleep", you told him after a very passionate morning in the sheets. That was weeks ago. Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Free use, you called it. Free use...The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use... Jungkook gulps and chases the ecstatic feelings your sleeping body gives him. One more time. He needs it one more time. 

Alternatively: After accidentally turning Jungkook on before you fall asleep, you wake up to him using your willing body to get off. Not that you mind, as his reward for your submission is as sweet as honey.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut 

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, subby!Reader, he calls her Mistress at first but then gets so needy that he takes the lead, Yoongi makes a short appearance, hints at various threesomes, hints at bondage, sex in a camper van, needy!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, kinda sensory deprivation because he does all of this to her in a dark room & she can’t see, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple sucking, he rubs his nipples against her lips as she sleeps, he humps her thigh while she sleeps, and plays with her pussy while she sleeps, big cock, vampire fangs, needy begging, body & breast worship, strength kink (he rips her clothes & pins her down), dirty talk, sloppy oral (f.receiving), fast pussy fingering, lotsa drool & slick, squirting, he cums humping the mattress, cuddly aftercare, they’re in love & very needy for each other

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: besties, it is finally happening. Sanguis!Kookie is getting the smut he deserves. Get ready for lots of it because I am obsessed with him. I fucking LOVE him. This is set once he learned how to control his urges. Oh yeah, and it’s a Kinktober22 request that didn’t make the cut, surprise it’s here now! Have fun! 🤍

Today was a first for you and Jungkook. Your first ever couple trip. It wasn’t far. Just four hours by car to a small coastal town where every restaurant offered seafood and the air smelled of ocean. He drove while you napped.  

You spent the first day putting up your camper van by the beach and checking out the camp side. You spent too many minutes in the ocean and even napped under the shade of a big tree, cuddled up in a spacious hammock where Jungkook stole way too many kisses from you. Later in the evening – and after washing off the salt from your bodies and putting on pretty clothes – you went to eat at one of the restaurants where you ended up talking about too many things and drinking way too much wine.

It resulted in you getting so sleepy that you had just about enough energy to walk back to the camp side, wash up and fall into bed. The movie night you promised Jungkook was cancelled as you fell asleep five minutes after your head hit the pillows. 

Jungkook was left gawking at you with a big pout. He didn’t even have time to wash up and cuddle you in bed and you were already sleeping. 

Feeling utterly defeated, Jungkook leaves the camper to talk with Yoongi on the phone and make way for his frustrations.

“Hey, Kookie”, Yoongi picks up after the second ring, “what happened? Are you okay? Why are you calling me?”

“Yes, we’re okay. I’m sad. ___ already fell asleep because she drank too much wine.”

Yoongi chuckles fondly. 

“She’s cute”, he says, shifting on the chair in the music room. He was writing music on the piano before Jungkook called. He is smiling because hearing Jungkook’s voice makes him happy and hearing about your shared day makes him even happier.

“Yeah she is. Fuck hyung, it’s so unfair I want her but she’s asleep.”

“I can’t help you with that”, Yoongi says in a laugh, “why are you telling me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to tell.”

Yoongi laughs harder, “you are so silly sometimes, Kookie. Just enjoy your time with her, slip under the blanket and hold her. Listen to her sleep, kiss her neck. She’s so soft when she sleeps.”

Jungkook presses his legs together even when standing up. You would fit so snugly against his chest. Jungkook can perfectly imagine just how warm and soft you would feel. How you would press against the spots which are so incredibly sensitive. Jungkook shifts, feeling heat threaten to gather between his legs.

“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice rips him out of his thoughts and to his reality. Shit. He completely forgot that he was talking with Yoongi on the phone. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the realisation.

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yeah uh, yeah I did. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Mhm I could tell”, the fond smirk in Yoongi’s voice is obvious to Jungkook.

He flusters.

“I’m so stupid for calling”, he mumbles, “I’m sorry hyung, I know you can’t help me.”

“It’s alright, kiddo. You know you can always call me, yeah?”

“Mhm, yeah I do.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and chuckles softly, “I gotta agree though. I can’t help you. You gotta help yourself.”

“I know”, Jungkook whines, “shit, I’m just nervous.”

“Why? It’s just ___.”

“Exactly”, Jungkook widens his eyes, “I’m so scared to lose control.”

“Kookie”, Yoongi’s voice was soft but carried the slightest hint of a scold with it, “if there was even the slightest possibility that you could lose control, I wouldn’t have let you go on this trip. You are ready. Trust in yourself, my lovely.”

Jungkook smiles giddily, “thanks, my hyungie. I needed to hear this.”

“Always happy to help”, Yoongi says, “now stop talking to me and hold our princess, you fucking deserve it, goddamn it.”

Jungkook chuckles, “yeah okay, you’re right”, he giggles, “I’m excited, hyung.”

“Mhm, you can be. She feels like heaven.”

They end their call soon after. Yoongi will continue playing piano, but he will do so with a soft smile ever so slightly present on his lips. Jungkook returns to your camper van, sneaking a glance at your resting form. You are sleeping peacefully with your mouth agape in soft snores. Jungkook finds himself melting at the view and wanting to cradle you against his chest. He perseveres however, sneaking away into the small bathroom to clean off the day.

Jungkook returns after some time, wearing nothing more than a pair of satin boxers. He tiptoes to the bed and crawls on top. He knows that he can be careful without even having to try. Sneaking comes natural to his race. A vampire is, after all, meant to surprise its prey when they least expect it. 

He opens the blanket to slip inside. You roll to your back and then to your side. Jungkook halts, holding his breath. Your eyes open, searching for him in the darkness. Jungkook can see you perfectly, while you are clearly blind.

“Honey?” your voice is frail in sleep. 

“Go back to sleep”, Jungkook whispers. 

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Nightmare?”

You shake your head, eyes focusing on his face. At least you think that you do. You are looking right past him. Jungkook thinks it’s adorable. 

“I want snuggles”, you say and pout. 

Jungkook feels flutters in his tummy. You are so cute when you’re sleepy and a little tipsy. He closes the distance between you and him and picks you up just to rest you against his chest.

You rub yourself against him like a cuddly cat, humming softly.

“So nice”, you mumble, burying your face in his naked chest, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, my honeybee”, Jungkook says, kissing your hair, “sleep tight.”

You huff out air, running your fingertips along his waist. Jungkook feels goosebumps cover every single inch of his body because of it. 

“I dreamed of you”, you whisper slowly and very quietly. 

“You did?” Jungkook is melting under your touch, squeezing his legs together.

“Mhm, you moaned for me.”

“I did?” Jungkook croaks, rolling his hips into you as inconspicuously as possible, “why?”

“I made you cum”, you say and wrap your lips around his nipple to suck softly. 

“Ah”, Jungkook gasps, parting his lips. His body shudders, his cock throbs instantly. His nipples are his weak spots. You are so warm and wet around him. 

“Oh god, why are you doing this?” he chokes out, fighting every urge inside him not to take you against the fucking sheets right here and now. It’s like you pressed a button. He feels fucking charged.

“Is nice”, you murmur and continue to suck on him in rhythmical motions, growing slower and slower as the seconds turn into minutes.

Jungkook is a mess by the time your sucks are barely there, trembling in desperation and moaning into your hair. His cock is straining his briefs, his fingers twist the pillow behind your head. He would probably hurt you if he didn’t, because the only thing he truly wants to twist is a bundle of your hair. He would be way too rough if he did, having to twist the poor pillow instead.

“Oh god, honey”, Jungkook croaks, giving you a breathy moan afterwards. If he knew that he would get to feel something so incredibly good, he would have joined you in bed sooner.

You suck and suck and…suck and…stop. Your lips part and slip from his swollen nipple. Your tongue leaves it too. 

“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, releasing the pillow to caress your head, “please? More?”

“Hm”, the sound you make is barely there. Your tongue darts out and licks his sensitive nipple. Soft, slow, barely there kitten licks is all he gets, but Jungkook is so charged in pleasure that he feels no different than when you sucked him. 

He moans instantly, closing his fingers around a bundle of your hair before he realises what he was about to do and he grabs the pillow instead.

“Thank you”, he sighs, "this feels so good. Oh god, it feels so good…”

Lick. Lick. Lick. Slower and slower. The pressure gets less. You breathe on his wet nipple. Like a huff of air. Involuntary and definitely not meant to stimulate him. Jungkook still moans and squirms. Your tongue stops.

“More please”, Jungkook begs, arching his chest into your mouth. Your lips press against his nipple, but don’t move. They simply rest on him and drive him insane. “Mistress?” Jungkook gets out.

No answer. You grow soft in his arms and seconds later, your breathing returned to a slow and steady rhythm. You have fallen back to sleep, now resting safely in his arms. 

You left him in his desperation. You used the sucking as nothing more than your way of relaxation. And while you found peaceful sleep through it, Jungkook is left feeling like bursting. His cock is so hard, his balls so swollen and his nipple is so sensitive that one little pinch would be enough for him to soak his boxers in slick. 

Jungkook pulls you closer and sobs softly.

“Don’t do that to me please”, he begs, “please wake up again please.”

Sleep however doesn’t release you and Jungkook is left with a painful hard on and sensitive nipples begging for attention. 

“Please wake up, please”, Jungkook begs, trying to wake you with a little shake of your head. You don’t wake, but what does happen is that your lips rub against his nipple. Jungkook moans softly, quickly realising what he just did and going up in flames as a result. 

“Sorry”, he gets out, “I, I didn’t mean to, I-”, he hesitates. It felt so good to do. Your lips are so soft and warm and still wet from all the licking you did. Would it be disgusting of him to do it again? Just one more time? 

There is a part of him which tells him that he is disgusting for wanting it and another part of him which keeps reminding him of that one conversation you had a few months ago. 

“I’m honestly so free use with you guys when I sleep”, you told Yoongi and him after a very passionate morning in the sheets where Yoongi woke you with oral while Jungkook jerked off and watched, “as long as you make sure that I don’t get hurt, you can honestly use my body however you want. Wake me with your cock stuffed in me if you want to, I’m so down.”

Back then, your confession resulted in Yoongi and Jungkook fucking you to the point where you cried from feeling too good. 

Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Haunting and tempting and turning him into a version of himself which he feels very ashamed of. Free use, you called it. Free use…The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use…

Jungkook gulps and squeezes the back of your head with his fingers. One more time. He presses your head closer and moves his chest. His nipple rubs against your lips. 

“A-ah hng”, he gets out and swallows audibly, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs. The feeling was indescribable. Your lips are so soft and wet. Now that sleep is keeping them relaxed, they are moving around his nipple sloppily. 

Again. He needs it again.

Jungkook presses into you and grinds his swollen bud against your lips. Electricity shoots down his body and moves his cock in a throb.

“Oh god”, he moans, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m sorry, it’s so good. I’m sorry.”

He grinds his nipple into your lips and moans. It feels so good. You made him so swollen and hard and sensitive that now he is dizzy because of it. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop”, Jungkook whimpers, “Mistress, you feel so good.”

You give him no answer. You are slumbering peacefully. 

Jungkook presses himself closer, hoping for more of the sensation. He needs more of your mouth. More. You mewl and move your head away. He was too close, air was too sparse. 

Jungkook shimmies back, staring at you with glassy eyes. His nipples are throbbing. He wants more, but he knows that he should give you a break. He was greedy enough. 

He cups your cheek, runs his thumb over the lips he used so disgustingly before.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, “I’m so horny, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He has no idea why he apologises. He knows that he can do that to you. He was witness when Yoongi did far kinkier things to your sleeping body. He witnessed when he tied you to the bed and woke you with his fingers buried inside your already soaked pussy. And he was witness how you sleepily tried to fight the ropes only to beg for Yoongi’s vampire cock seconds later. And he was witness as Yoongi gave it to you, pounding into you until even the last ounce of sleepiness was fucked out of you.

Jungkook was witness to all of it and yet he still feels as if he committed a crime. He would feel far more terrible if his cock wasn’t that hard and his thoughts weren’t stuck on that night all of a sudden.  

“Oh god, I can’t help it”, Jungkook croaks and rolls you onto your back. He pins your hands against the pillow and wiggles his knee between your legs. Then he straddles your thigh, hovering above you that way. His curly hair hangs into his features messily, his blown out eyes are glued to your sleeping form. 

You look so innocent and sweet. Yoongi was right, watching you sleep is the best thing ever. It makes him feel so goddamn good. Especially when you look and feel so fragile under him. He feels so needed and strong, but also incredibly horny.

Jungkook angles his hips and rolls them against your thigh.

“Ah, hah ah”, he moans, squeezing your hands. Your thigh is grinding right against his swollen, hard cock. Slick covers his tip instantly, forcing his briefs to stick to it and making it slip against your naked thigh. 

You aren’t wearing panties. Jungkook can see it from the position because when he flipped you onto your back, your shirt slipped up your tummy and the blanket fell from your torso. Your pussy’s right there. Exposed to his eyes. As if you wanted to give him as little hurdles as possible. As if you wanted him to be able to access your pussy whenever he wanted to. 

Free use. 

You weren’t lying.

Jungkook moans throatily, punishing you with harsh rolls of his hips. He is aware that the only person that punishes is himself as this results in his cock rubbing against you with such vigour, Jungkook finds himself convulsing in reaction. 

“Fuck”, he rasps, “fuck, I’m so disgusting”, he chokes out and whimpers, “and you’re so perfect”, he gets out and furrows his brows, eyes focusing on your pussy. 

Maybe he is imagining it, but you are glistening. As if you are getting wet. Jungkook puts your hands together so he can hold both your wrists with one hand, then he lets his other run down your body. Along your arm, lingering on your neck and massaging your breasts for a while. 

You whimper, but don’t wake. 

“You’re perfect. Completely perfect.”

Jungkook speeds up his hips against your thigh, soaking more of his briefs. So fucking soft. You’re so soft when you sleep.

He runs his hand further down your body, your tummy is one of his favourite spots to touch. So soft and pretty. Next your hips. Jungkook fights every urge inside of him not to bruise it. Then your pussy. 

You moan in your sleep at the first touch, writhing underneath him as he drags his fingers through your folds. 

Jungkook trembles and squeezes your wrists. 

“So wet”, he growls, feeling his cheeks tingle as veins appear on his skin. He draws circles on your soaked entrance, looking at it with blown out pupils. The sexy dream you had before must have turned you on so much that you got wet. Jungkook moans and fucks your thigh in desperation. So wet and warm. So warm…

He wants to push inside, but doesn’t dare to. So he lifts his fingers, guiding them to his lips to suck them clean. 

The second your taste touches his tongue, Jungkook knows that he is done for. His eyes glow ruby instantly and his fangs are outside within not even a second. He moans deeply, cock ripping through his briefs from the sheer animalistic need he feels. Your thigh is covered in his slick instantly, resulting in his swollen cockhead to slip and slide all over your skin.

He moans, fucking your thigh as if he was already pounding your pussy. He is so turned on. He could cum right here and now if he wanted to. You are so goddamn sweet.

Jungkook sucks his fingers until even the last of your taste is gone. He slips out and moans deeply. His eyes don’t know where to look. Your pussy, your thigh, your tummy, your face, your tits. Your tits. Your nipples are swollen even under the fabric.  

Jungkook doesn’t think, he acts. He is too far gone to think. He rips your shirt and exposes your torso to his eyes. Your tits look so pretty when you are lying down and gravity does its perfect job. 

“Fuck, baby”, Jungkook whimpers and gathers one side in his spit covered fingers. He lowers himself and sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back. The scent of your wetness grows stronger in his nose and Jungkook swears that he sucks even harder because of it. He slides up your body, pressing his knee against your soaked pussy. 

A whimper slips past your lips. Jungkook soaks up the sound as much as he soaks up the feeling of your wet cunt against his knee. He rubs it into you demandingly, abandoning your wrists to instead gather your other breast as well. Hungry and full of greed, he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses on your chest as he changes sides. Your nipple slips between his fangs and he sucks hard. 

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back, “what? Ah! What?”

Jungkook lifts his head. You are awake again. Of course you are. It would have been a surprise if his rough touches hadn’t woken you. Your eyes search for him in the darkness. You look so out of it and confused.

“Don’t be scared”, Jungkook rasps, “I’m taking care of you.”

“I don’t get it, w-what are you doing?”

“You can’t just suck my nipples and expect me to be okay afterwards. I’m so fucking hard, feel it”, Jungkook grinds his huge cock against your thigh, pairing it with his knee grinding into your pussy. 

“Kook”, you moan, reaching for his hips.

“No”, Jungkook pins your hands above your head within a second, “stay where you are or I’m tying you up.”

“W-what?” you blink in the darkness, “I don’t understand. What are you doing?”

“Free use. That’s what you called it. Free use. I’m taking what’s promised to me.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook watches in delight as you roll your eyes back sensually. You arch your back off the sheets and throw your head back as best as possible.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, rubbing your thighs against his legs in a needy attempt to press them together. 

“That’s okay with you, right?” he makes sure, “can I make use of it?”

“Yeah, fuck Kook. Yes”, you allow him, opening your legs again as you squirm sensually.

“Good. Wanna exchange safewords?”

“Mhm, snowdrop.”

“Yeah, snowdrop. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he rasps and lowers his tongue to your body to lick a thick and hungry stripe down your tummy. 

You writhe and whimper, allowing it to happen with a racing heart. Like this, he isn’t holding your wrists anymore, but he doesn’t have to. Your body is still droopy enough that keeping your hands above your head is an easy task to do. 

It does get harder however when Jungkook buries his tongue between your folds. You expected anything but this. 

“Ah! Kook”, you gasp, bucking your hips up. 

Jungkook grips them and pins them into the sheets, growling into your pussy as he sends you a warning look. One you can’t see because it’s dark in here and you have your face scrunched up in pleasure.

Jungkook fucks the mattress and moans, changing his grip on your hips to one around your thighs just so he can push them apart and reveal more of your pussy to him. He growls again from the pleasure this brings him, burying his hungry mouth deeper between your folds. He licks eagerly, using the animalistic hunger he feels for you to keep it quick.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop”, you moan, panting like crazy afterwards.

The thing with Jungkook and oral is that up until two months ago, he was unable to do it with you. He wanted to do it, but his urges were too strong to do it safely. If he had given you head, it would have resulted in him biting you and therefore hurting you. Not anymore. Jungkook has been practicing with you and Yoongi almost every third night. It was the result of one terribly sexy evening where Yoongi tied up Jungkook and then made him eat you out “as practice”.

Ever since then, Jungkook couldn’t get enough. He was insatiable, asking for more practice sessions whenever he gets the chance and fantasising about nothing other than having your pussy under his tongue again and again and again. 

Your taste haunts him. It stays with him when he isn’t eating your pussy and it tortures him with its absence until he has to beg for yet another “practice session” in order not to go mad. You are all aware that calling them practice sessions is nothing but a lie. Jungkook found his sweetest drug between your legs and needs it like an addict. He doesn’t want to practice, he wants to get high on you. And you won’t complain. Practicing with Jungkook feels like fucking heaven. 

And tonight it seems that he finally had enough of pretending that what he does is nothing but practice. You are alone with each other, no Yoongi or Taehyung to monitor him in sight. This isn’t practice anymore. This is honest sex. The thing he already did every third night under the guise of practicing. 

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg, feeling your thighs shake without having any sort of control over it. He is moaning and growling so much that besides the quick licks and strong sucks, Jungkook sends vibrations through your pussy and it’s making staying still impossible.

Jungkook thinks that he still goes a little feral during those moments. That would explain why his cheeks are covered in veins and why his fangs are out. You taste way too good. Jungkook didn’t think that your pussy would taste so good, but she does. He grows feral for your taste and feels withdrawal symptoms whenever he can’t taste you.

More. He needs more.

He buries three of his fingers in your pussy just to pick up your slick and lick it off his fingers. In the current position, his tongue grinds against your clit as he licks and you whimper his name as your hands finally leave their position.

You grab a bundle of his curly hair and twist it. Your other hand slips to your own thigh just so you can grab it in desperation.

Jungkook looks up. Your head is rolled to your side, your pretty tits move each time you pant for air. He wants to touch them and squeeze them and roll your nipples, but he physically can’t bring himself to leave your pussy. Instead, he buries his fingers back in your warmth. Three at a time and covered in his drool. This time around, he does it so he can massage your g-spot as he begins sucking and licking your clit. 

You wail and arch your back, kicking the sheets because you can’t handle this feeling otherwise. You dreamed of him before you woke. Like before, you dreamed of having him lie heavy in your hands as you made him cum. It was such an immersive dream until all of a sudden it stopped feeling like a dream and became your reality.

You can’t accept that this is your reality. That Jungkook is eating your pussy as he fingers you roughly. It’s too much for your sleepy brain to comprehend and all you can do is shake and tremble and kick the sheets as your fingers dimple your own thigh. 

Jungkook out of all the people is eating you out. After two months of extensive training, you should be used to his techniques, but you really aren’t. You never know what you will get with him. He can be so gentle and slow if he wants to, whilst other times he treats you with such roughness that you want to scream. He is never terrible however. As if giving head comes to him naturally. Like a vampiric purpose he is finally able to fulfil.

Jungkook breaks his lips away from your clit and presses his thumb against it instead. You know what that means, moaning his name loudly as Jungkook drags his heavy tongue up your torso.

Not being able to see what he does, adds excitement to all of this. “Please don’t stop, holy fuck”, you beg, feeling charged in pleasure. He is massaging your g-spot with such precision that there is a constant hot pressure deep inside your pussy. As if you were constantly on the edge of orgasming. You can’t handle it, but don’t want it to stop.

He takes your right nipple between his teeth and tugs hard. 

“Fuck", you squeak at the pinch, arching your back. 

“I wanna ruin you”, Jungkook growls, “I wanna fucking break you”, he adds and lifts his head, staring down at you with swollen, parted lips. His long fangs glisten behind them, but you can’t see them. You are blind to his current state. The black veins, long fangs, feral hunger in his eyes. You have no idea that it is happening, all you can do is moan and writhe for him.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg unaware of his confession and slave to his touches. 

He speeds up his hand between your legs, fucking your pussy with angry precision. 

“Like this, baby? Mhm?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and sob softly. Waving your hands in the air panickedly until finally grabbing your own thighs. Jungkook watches it happening with a throbbing cock. 

“Kook, please.”

“So good”, he lulls, drooling on your chest, “shake for me. That’s my girl, shake for me.”

“I’m gonna cum”, you croak and sob, “please don’t stop, please.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop. He keeps going. He is addicted to two things. Your taste and your orgasms. Knowing that he out of all people can make you feel so good that your body has to climax in order to handle it, fills him with a rush of ecstatic pleasure. He wants it to happen anytime you announce it, making it his only goal for the time it takes you to get there.

“I wanna lick you”, he pants, “will this get you there? Can I please lick your pussy?”

“Yeah”, you mewl and sob, writhing under him.

“Fuck. Thank you”, Jungkook moans and disappears between your legs. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, but keeps the speed of his fingers going. With eager curls and fast motions, he fucks your pussy open as his tongue and lips work your swollen clit. 

Your voice breaks and you grow completely silent as you hold your breath. One. Two. Three. 

“Meehngn”, you let out in whimpers, now fighting for air in quick pants until it repeats itself again. Silence as you hold your breath and then squeaky sounds as you fight for more air. 

Jungkook knows that it’s only a matter of seconds by now. You get terribly non vocal whenever you are close. He fucks the mattress harshly, whimpering into your pussy. To think that he was able to fuck you so much these days that he learned that fact about you. It’s a dream come true. He is so fucking happy!

“No-ohw”, you choke out and break under his tongue. Your legs close around his head, your pussy squeezes his fingers and your clit throbs against his tongue. Your orgasm sits so deep, making you cry out because Jungkook moves just right to turn it from good to spectacular. 

You are so turned on and sensitive from the combination of all your dreams and Jungkook’s touches that it doesn’t need a lot for you to convulse to the point where you cover his face in your wetness. 

Jungkook moans loudly and cums. He fucks his throbbing cock into the sheets as he shoots cum everywhere. He can handle everything but not drinking your squirt. The smell of it is already enough to make him climax. Your taste is another story. One which make him cum so fucking hard that he feels delirious afterwards. 

He keeps his fingers buried in your pussy to feel your rhythmic clenches, but rests his head on your thigh, panting with you as you both recover. 

“I’m sorry”, you whisper in a frail voice.

“For what?” he asks in a husky voice.

“I should have warned you.”

“Don’t apologise”, Jungkook clears his throat. Your taste still lingers on his tongue. He feels his head pound because of it, “don’t ever apologise for that.”

“I don’t know what to do”, you confess.

“Why?” he lifts his head, “are you okay?”

“No?” you laugh, “you just ruined me.”

“I told you that I would, didn’t I?”

“Yeah…”

You giggle and you sound so sweet doing it that Jungkook wants to kiss you. He gathers his already recovered strength and kisses a trail up your torso. You gasp and grow softer underneath him. This feels like heaven. To be brought to your breaking point, only to be loved so tenderly afterwards is heaven.

“Koo”, you get out, presenting your neck to him so he can kiss it. He does so with a happy sigh, slipping his fingers out of you to instead caress your waist. It fits so perfect between his fingers and all he really wants to do is cherish it. Neither of you mind that this spreads your wetness all over your skin.

“Thank you”, he whispers, stubbing your jawline with his nose.

“For what?”

“For this experience. I know you talked about free use, but it’s a privilege to be able to touch you, not a right. So thank you.”

You roll your head to look at him. You are looking right past him again. Jungkook smiles because of it. 

“I’m happy when you touch me”, you whisper and smile droopily.

Jungkook giggles and kisses your forehead.  

“I’m gonna give you so many orgasms on this trip”, he whispers against your skin, “you have no idea.”

You squirm and giggle, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to squeeze them gently.

“Don’t say that.”

“Mhm, no I will”, he whispers and snuggles into you, purring softly as he suckles on your neck to find relaxation. 

You sigh, closing your eyes as tranquillity washes over you.

“Did you rip through your briefs?” you ask him now that you feel his softened cock press against your leg. 

“Yeah”, he says and chuckles, “I lost it at your taste.”

You snicker, “you have the strongest cock ever, this is impressive.”

“In my defence, my vampire cock kinda has a mind of its own sometimes. I’m still not completely in control.”

“Don’t apologise, it’s hot”, you say and nuzzle into him, “I can’t wait to wake up to it stuffed in me tomorrow, yeah?”

“You’re unfair”, Jungkook mewls, “fuck, now Imma dream of it.” 

He makes you laugh, “sorry.”

“So mean”, he mumbles and pouts. 

He feels way too drained from his orgasm to feel truly affected by what you just said. You feel too ruined by your orgasm to want him to act on it right now. It still feels nice to tease each other. 

Jungkook cuddles into you, closing his arms around you. 

“Wanna stay like this forever”, he confesses and sighs happily.

“Me too”, you say, hugging his arm as best as possible.

You drift off to sleep together in this position, smiling because it felt so good to finally be able to love each other without any kind of restraints.

[helpforintrusivethoughts]

Resources 🌼

(Updated regularly)

🪷 Emergency resource: oh no I’m having a bad thought

🌻 Apps and Games

Finch: mental health app where you care for a little bird! Offers many features such as focus timers, rant zones, nature sounds, fun questions, and more! You can even make friends on it and send them encouragement :) (my friend code)

Adorable Home: a precious game in which you have a tiny spouse, cats, and a little house you can decorate! You can check in and enjoy peaceful music, different scenes, and upgrades through collecting tiny hearts you earn through easy tasks! A truly adorable and relaxing game!

Seashine: a game set underwater in which you guide a tiny luminescent jellyfish through the abyss. Beautiful, relaxing music and distant whale noises; some scary enemies, so if you have thalassophobia this might not be the one for you. Very calming otherwise though, and the creator is coming out with an enemy-free version soon in which you can just float around to the music!

Cat Snack Bar: an adorable app where you operate different business venues with the help of chubby, adorable cats! You check in periodically to collect money and update your venue, but otherwise it doesn't require much brain power. A very cute game to help you relax!

Webtoon: a comic app that allows you to browse thousands of creative and often relaxing webcomics! My personal favorite is Cursed Princess Club; it's a very clever and happy one with a lot of good messages!

1010!: a fun little game where you match up blocks. Fairly simple and satisfying, and you can update your backgrounds to fun designs!

Papa's Cupcakeria: a relaxing and satisfying game where you make cupcakes! And of course there’s a whole series of games in the Papa Louie universe to choose from that are fun and happy :)

🪸 Fun Websites

Neal.fun: features many creative pages you can visit such as— a stack of movable rocks, a page that shows how deep the ocean really goes, who was alive [insert year], draw logos from memory, and more!

WindowSwap: lets you go through windows around the world! You can log in and save your favorites, and make it fullscreen if you need to study and want a nice thing in the background to keep you from distractions.

mrdoob.com: a wacky website with lots of fun features you can draw and mess around with

boredbutton: for when you're bored out of your mind and want a pointless website to mess with!

theuselessweb.com: takes you to a completely useless website, such as a page where it rains corndogs or a page where you can create different forms of art.

ashortjourney.com: lets you take a small and beautifully drawn trip on a trolley and pick up/drop off tiny creatures!

Forestopia: allows you to explore images of forests and the things inside, with background forest noises!

boredpanda.com: full of memes, funny stories, and more!

listverse: contains many lists, some horrifying (so be warned for those) and some just fascinating!

🍄 Focus Sites and Playlists

rainymood.com: a site/app that lets you listen to rain for as long as you want!

asoftmurmur.com: lets you listen to a variety of sounds like rain, thunder, or a fire!

Open ocean: 10 hours of underwater videography of a spot in the ocean!

imissmycafe.com: site that lets you listen to the noises of a coffee shop! You can change the different noises too :)

Secret Forest Playlist: peaceful music; 2 hours

Rain on Leaves on a Forest Road in Autumn: rain in the woods; 10 hours

Haunted Village Halloween Ambience: eerie but quiet music; 3 hours

Relaxing Autumn/Fall Forest: sounds of wind, crows, songbirds, and creaking trees; 7 hours

Chill Beats for Worldbuilding and Writing: Fabulous lofi music; 1 hour

It's Just a Dream/Dreamcore: Very peaceful and ambient music; 4 hours

Autumn Acoustic: Autumn inspired songs; 5 hours

Sad Piano Music: beautiful piano pieces by Jurrivh; 6 hours

The Most Relaxing Waves Ever: beach noises; 8 hours

Rural Autumn Ambience and Music: gentle autumn-y music; 1 hour

Yanni: a playlist of beautiful word-free music by Yanni

pov- you're a pirate: a pirate-themed playlist for inspiration

Have your own recommendations? Drop a comment or ask!

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 15🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, fingering, SMUT, mentions of blood/gore 🩸

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 15! I can't believe we're at part 15! It been quite the journey and don't want it to end! I don’t know why this part gave me such a hard time to write and I just wasn’t happy with the flow of it. I’m still very bleh about it but hope you enjoy this next bit!

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here 🩸

I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!🖤

You shiver at his touch, unable to turn to face him. You keep staring at the necklace and back to the note, feeling the perilous nature of the situation you’re in.

“I wasn’t sure when you were going to find this,” he quips, the sound of his voice causes you to jolt. You still don’t turn around, you know that if you do, you’ll melt for him and give in to his every last wish. You set down the necklace on top of the piano and your heart gallops in your chest.

“Why did you do this?” You ask, shimmying out of his grasp. You walk over to the record player that is still playing Surrender and push the buttons on it, hoping it will stop playing the haunting tune. “Please, turn this off,” you instruct.

He walks behind you and puts his hand on the vinyl, making it stop spinning instantly. You stare wide-eyed and don’t even want to ask how he managed to do that. You try to scurry away from him but his hand grabs your wrist, keeping you in his grasp.

“Where you off to mama?” He coos. You shutter at his voice and try to yank your arm free but it doesn’t budge.

“Don’t you have another show soon? Shouldn’t you be getting ready,” you say sharply. Looking back at the dress thrown over the piano, you know what he’s going to ask you.

“Not for a bit, was seeing when you’d find this. Do you like it?” He asks, his hand reaching for the necklace to put on top of it. You don’t answer him, you don’t know what to think of any of this.

He suddenly turns you around by your shoulders and his fiery eyes look into yours.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he bellows. Your breathing hitches as you face him, his entire tone making you nervous. You look back at him with matched intensity and scowl.

“What don’t you understand when I say I need more time to think! A few hours isn’t sufficient enough,” you snap at him. He looks at you shocked, not believing you’re talking to him like this.

He stares daggers at you and tries to remain calm but the way he’s breathing, he’s not succeeding.

“Do not talk to me like that. I just asked you a simple question,” he scowls.

“Then don’t snap at me! And I’m giving you simple answers! What else do you want from me?” You spat.

“I want you! That’s all! Don’t you want me? Why don’t you want to be with me?” His eyes soften and his face looks hurt.

“God, you make everything difficult! It’s not that I don’t want you, Elvis! Of course, I want you, but you know it’s not that simple! If you were human, maybe this would all be a little easier to handle but you’re not. You’re a vampire and that has consequences!” You try to explain.

“I understand that this isn’t normal, but try to see past it-,” he tries to explain but you cut him off.

“I do see past it! You being a vampire doesn’t freak me out as much as the thought of me turning into you!”

“I’d help you through it all. It’s not like I’d leave you on your own to figure this all out, I’d never do that to you,” he growls.

You take a few steps away from him and try to not let your emotions get the best of you. You had to hold it together and try to think about this logically. You needed to tell him what was really concerning you.

“I’m scared Elvis… so scared. You’re telling me how much you need me but… what if that fades. What if you realize I’m not your Chosen and you turned me for no reason…” you trail off, looking away from him. You knew he hated hearing your doubts and how you weren’t completely sure about him. Another terrible thought floods your head and you look back into his hurt eyes.

“What if… you don’t want me anymore. After giving you my heart, no, my soul to you, you don’t actually want me… what if I’m not enough for you, sexually. I don’t think I could handle another man cheating on me after all of this,” you explain.

You watch how his eyes turn dark and anger washes over his face.

“You really think I’d cheat on you? Even after confessing my feelings for you and begging for you to accept me,” he says through his teeth. He inches closer to you, his presence suffocating you the closer he gets.

Your heart pounds in your ears, knowing that whatever you say to him is going to make him upset.

“Maybe… you’ve told me how you’ve wanted women… the way you like to feed on them. I just don’t know, it’s not like you love me or anything…” You say insecurely.

You hear a growl form in his chest and before you know it, his hand pulls on your arm, making you get closer to him and having you look at him in those intense eyes.

“You really think of me that low? How dare you. I could say the same for you as you eagerly let another man fuck you even though you were engaged. Playing the pretense that you were just, ‘waiting for the right time to get married.’ How many times do I need to prove to you that I only want you!” He spats. Your chest rises and falls quickly against him and try to get out of his grasp.

“Answer me! Or do I have to fuck the answer out of you,” he growls.

Your heart stops, you’ve never heard him so upset and you know he hates not getting his way. You know he’s serious and would pin you against the wall and do every last dirty thing he wants. You can feel your core throb, and the very idea of him having his way with you turns you on immensely. You curse yourself for needing a man this much. He shouldn’t have this much power over you.

“I’m not giving you an answer. Not when you are like this.” You seethe.

His face turns soft and he cocks his head at you, analyzing you standing there, slightly shuttering being so close to him. In a flash, he has you up against the wall, pinning you there with his body looking at you hungrily. You let out a soft moan, unable to hide the fact his body feels so good on yours.

“Look at yourself, liking the idea of having my way with you to make you listen…” he says darkly, going in to ravage your neck. He sucks and licks on the sensitive spot that he always does. You press your lips together, trying to hold back any more moans you want to let out.

“That’s not true,” you try to squeak out confidently but it comes out more like an airy sigh. He hums to himself, delighted he can get you so weak for him.

“Yeah? I know you’re lying. I can feel your body needs me,” He says softly. You feel his hand slither down underneath your dress and into your panties. His finger finds your clit and winds it the only way you like.

He groans when he feels you, liking how your body responds to him so effortlessly.

“You are mine baby. All mine. You were made for me,” he growls into your neck nipping there softly. You suck in a sharp intake of air and feel his fingers move through your folds.

“Do I need to show you what I mean?” He says darkly.

“I’m still not going to give you an answer so don’t waste your time,” you grumble at him.

He looks at you hungrily, slowly backing away from you.

“Mmm, it wouldn’t be a waste of time to hear you beg for me,” he grumbles. “But fine, be difficult.”

He grumbles, about to storm out of the room but he stops at the door and turns around.

“I want you at my show, no matter what, you will be there,” he instructs. He opens the door and slams it shut. You look back at the dress and can’t touch it again.

You quickly follow behind him. You didn’t want to be in this eerie room alone and needed to get up to the penthouse with him to finish this conversation. You quickly make your way back to the elevator, pushing past the dozens of people who have congregated in front of the door. The elevator cart lurches up along with your stomach, unable to calm your nerves. Walking past him men in the hallway, you try not to make any eye contact, you don’t want the judging stare as you are sure they know what is going on between you two. You rush inside the suite and it’s completely empty, not a sound is coming from it. You slightly panic, you needed to finish the conversation you two were having. Running away from this situation was not going to solve anything and you needed to face it head on.

Looking through the rooms, Elvis was nowhere to be found. You didn’t want to ask his men if they knew where he went because they most likely would be rude about it and not give you an answer.

You couldn’t go to the show tonight. It didn’t feel right. You felt like a nervous wreck and probably looked the same. There were so many things revolving in your head regarding your situation. You wanted to be with Elvis. There was no doubt about that. But were you ready to be a vampire? You weren’t sure that you would ever be.

You knew he was going to be pissed you didn’t go to the show. This all happened so fast though. You need to take your time and do what’s best for you.

Walking around the suite, you needed something to distract yourself. You wander into the front guest room where he keeps a lot of his books. You needed more knowledge of vampires and more understanding of what your future could look like.

You pick up the red, leather-bound book that had the title, Bloodlust.

It went into details of how much to feed and how to keep a low profile when doing so. It explained to never show your face to the person you were feeding on in case they could remember your face and make a scene.

Vampires need an adequate amount of blood a month to survive. Failure to do so can cause one to whither and become frail.

What did an adequate amount even look like? That could be so subjective depending on the person. Just thinking of how Elvis says how starved he was, how much did he need to survive?

You continue to read and discover a section of the text labeled, Chosen Bloodlust.

Your heart flutters at the words, not sure if you want to read this section right now, but you know you really should. The longer you hide from the truth the worse it will become for you.

The section describes the need for your Chosen, how compelling they seem and you are unable to get away from them. It touches on how this can happen with a human but is very rare. That type of connection is amicable and the vampire is unable to disconnect themselves from the human. Their thirst for the humans' blood would be insatiable but they have enough resistance to not feed excessively.

You blink at the words on the paper and can only imagine what a struggle it’s been for him to be so close to you these last few weeks.

You continue to read and it explains that once the human is bitten, the Chosen pair can feed off each other, creating the most intimate of bonds of any creature on earth.

This takes you aback, you never thought that a vampire could feed off of each other. It sounded deeply intimate, something that sounded enticing if Elvis did it to you. You put the book down and realize what you just rationalized.

The idea of him feeding on you sounded so appealing. It shocked you that you were okay with the idea of him drinking your blood and not in fear of your life. Maybe he was right, maybe you two were meant to be bound together. Not only by love and fate, but by blood too. Maybe deep down, you knew you were his and your soul called to him. You shutter at the thought and set that book down for now.

You start other books and try to get a better understanding of everything. Some of these books were so old that some of the ink was very hard to see by your own eyes so you knew you’d have to ask Elvis some questions.

After sifting through dozens of books, it was getting late and Elvis wasn’t back yet. You grew nervous because people should have shown up for the after-party by now and there wasn’t a soul making a sound in the building. You were scared of what he’d say to you or that he’d tell you he wanted you gone again.

You aimlessly pace the penthouse, unreasonable thoughts floating in your head. You manage to sit down at the piano, staring at the black and ivory keys, wishing they could help you make a decision.

Your fingers press gently on the keys, making no tune in particular, just pressing notes and waiting for him to return up here.

It scared you he wouldn’t, that he would be so upset with you and never want to see you again. Your heart ached for him. You wanted him to look at you with those luring eyes and kiss you. You wanted him so much it almost hurt. There was no logical reason for it but you needed him. You need him to protect you and comfort you and to…

Love you. You needed him to love you. Because you love him. More than your heart can handle but God you love him. It scared you how much you loved him and the strong connection you two had. It’s been less than a month but he captured your heart and you didn’t want to get it back.

But if he was telling the truth, and you two had this undeniable connection that bonded you two for life…how could you ever deny him of that?

And you wanted him to feel the same. He told you how he didn’t want to fall in love with another human but he must feel the same for you, right? The way he talks about needing you and feeling the bond you two share must mean he loves you. God, you hoped he did. You hoped he was telling you the whole truth. You were afraid of asking him for fear of being rejected. That he wasn’t there yet but your human feelings made you that much more vulnerable.

You suddenly hear the front door open and turn your head to see him in the doorway in a baby blue jumpsuit with a white collar and lapels. God, he looked good. It was perfectly tailored to him and clung to his body after an hour-long show. The blue complimented his eyes so well and brought life to his face. His eyes are like daggers and unwavering when he looks at you intensely.

“You didn’t show.” He says quietly, his eyes ablaze.

You have no fight left and look up at him weakly.

“No, I wasn’t ready,” you quip.

He looks down at the floor and nods his head gently. He quickly walks over to the bedroom quietly and closes the door without saying another word. The sound of the door closing makes your heart break in two. You expected for his temper to flare up but he doesn’t have it in him to fight with you right now. Sitting there at the piano, you don’t know where to go. You don’t know if it was the best option to go in there and try to comfort him. You really didn’t have any affirming words to give to him at the moment anyway. Whatever you were to say to him, it would only make him more upset.

You sulk over to your bedroom, defeated with your own plaguing thoughts and Elvis’ sullen mood filling up the suite. The whole room felt too cold and quiet. You get under the blankets and try to not feel hopeless. You tried to convince yourself all you needed was time. Time to process everything and time to figure out what you want.

You felt thrown into this whole new world of vampires and had to make a huge choice. It wasn’t going to be easy no matter what decision you made, but you had to figure it out sooner than later. But you felt this part of you call out to him, needing him like your life depended on it. Your body tries to get comfortable but it feels uneasy. It was going to be another night of restlessness you think.

*

Your eyes flutter open and groan slightly. You look over at the clock and see that it’s almost noon. You decide to take a shower and try to start the day on a good note. You take your time, not in a rush to do anything today but try to talk to Elvis about this all. You brush your teeth and brush your hair before making your way out of the bathroom. You decide to put on a dress for the day and grab a soft cardigan to go with it. You were hungry and hoped you could sneak out and get something to eat downstairs. Peeking your head out, there’s already food waiting for you in the living room.

He was too good to you. Even when you two were arguing, he still showed you kindness.

After finishing your breakfast, you grew antsy. You had to clear the air with him. You hated leaving things unfinished with him. Especially since he didn’t sleep, he was probably up all night thinking how much you don’t want him. You had to admit, the words you said to him were not easy ones to hear. Accusing someone of cheating is hurtful in any situation but especially in this one. He was finally being truthful to you and confessing all these deep feelings he had for you and you instantly got scared. You had to be better because he was truly trying to be better too.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself before you start to make your way to his bedroom. The cold doorknob makes you shiver, feeling uneasy about this whole situation. You slowly open his bedroom door and he turns his head slightly when he hears you open it, not saying anything at first. He was wearing a white silk shirt and black slacks, and his hair was a bit aloof from whatever he was doing at night.

“Hi,” you say softly standing in the doorway.

He continues to stay quiet, slumped over in stature a bit and his hair falling on his forehead.

“Please talk to me. We didn’t finish our conversation,” you say gently. You hear him take a deep breath and sigh.

“What do I need to do to make you believe me? That I want you and only you,” he professes.

“I know-,” you say before he cuts you off.

“Do you? Because I’ve told you time and time again and you still chose not to believe me,” He remarks. “I wanted you at my show, that’s all I asked from you.”

“And I’m sorry… I couldn’t do that. If I did that, you’d expect me to have an answer for you and I still don’t have one,” you stammer. You look away from him, unable to look at the hurt he has in his eyes.

You hear him get off the bed and make his way to you. You don’t want to see the hurt that resides in his eyes.

“Look at me,” he demands, putting a finger underneath your chin.

You have no choice, the tone of his voice makes you unable to deny him.

“I’m sorry I make this difficult for you. I don’t mean to. I just want to know if you feel the same for me. That you want me forever,” he says gently, taking a few steps closer to you to bridge the gap between you both.

You sigh, frustrated with how he’s wording this.

“Forever is heavily loaded, honey. Forever literally means til the end of time. I don’t know if I’m ready for that… or if you are either,” you confess.

You felt tears well in your eyes, emotions flooding through your mind, and hating to hurt him like this. “I told you I’d go to Graceland with you. That has to be enough for you for now. We can figure out the rest later,” you assure.

“Okay. I can handle that.” He says solemnly. “Let me show you something.

He gently takes your hand and starts walking you further into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. You hesitantly follow him, unsure what he has in mind or what he is feeling right now.

Elvis turns to face you as he walks backward into the room, his eyes drinking you in and holding the mood of the moment in his hands. Your eyes are locked on his, not able to tear away from his powerful gaze. He stops walking and puts his hands on your hips, pulling you in closer to him. He hums lightly to himself, taking a look at your outfit in better detail, grazing his fingertips along the soft fabric. He pushes his fingers along your jawline and then down your neck. He bites his lip when he looks at your neck, fighting the urge to feed from you.

He slowly turns your body around and you face the large mirror in the corner of the room. He continues to look at your body unable to hide how much he wants you. He brushes your hair off your shoulders and places his hand on your lower abdomen, pushing your body firmly against him. A rush of warmth floods your body as you feel him pressed against you, wanting to have his hands on you like this all the time.

“You’re so beautiful, look at yourself. You don’t ever need to doubt that I don’t think you’re already perfect. I want you, forever. Nothing is going to change that. No other woman comes close to your beauty and the attraction I have for you is unmatched. I want to give you everything you ever want,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. His lips send pleasure through you and you sigh at his touch, needing him to do it again.

“I want to make you happy,” he continues, “I’d always make sure of that. You are my happiness,” he coos, giving you another kiss on the neck.

You lean your head back onto his chest, reveling in this.

“What if I’m not enough… I’m not perfect like you. You need someone better,” you confess.

He smirks at you in the mirror and shakes his head. “You are baby, trust me. You were made for me,” he sighs, his hands trailing down the front of your body.

His hand drags up your thigh, pulling up your dress and exposing more of your legs with a peek of your panties to him in the mirror. “You’re so perfect,” he hums, giving you another kiss.

Elvis turns you around to face him and pushes your cardigan off your shoulders. His hand tangles in your hair and pulls you in to kiss you. Your lips meet each other and wildfire ignites. Your arms cling to his back, pushing him into your body more, needing him even closer. You can feel a smile form on his face when you do this, picking you up and having you wrap your legs around his torso.

“You make me so happy, so complete, I can’t imagine my life without you.” He revels.

You gasp as his hands squeeze your flesh, pulling you as close as he possibly can. Your hands find his black tresses, tugging and pulling on them as your mouths devour one another. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, moaning when he does so. His soft lips crashed into yours effortlessly making you want more.

He pauses briefly, looking at your flushed face and swollen lips. He traces your lips with his thumb and smirks, going in to give you another kiss.

“So perfect.” He mumbles into your mouth. You hum, still amazed he thinks of you in such a way.

He carefully sets you back down, kissing your cheek and down to your neck. You both groan when he does this, your heart racing as he sucks on your neck more. He turns you around to face the mirror yet again and moves your hair to one side.

“So perfect yet so obstinate. You really test me,” he grumbles. You smirk at him and his hands continue to travel along your body, sending bolts of electricity through you. Your skin gets goosebumps from each touch he gives you and can feel yourself crumble for him. “What am I to do with such a naughty girl…” His eyes have a devious little glint to them and your heart thumps at the idea of the endless things he could do to you.

He pulls a chair that’s by the window moves it close to the large mirror and starts to unbutton his shirt. You stare at him, so unbelievably fixed on what he’s doing. He quickly slides down his pants and walks to the chair, his cock getting hard. You pull your eyes away from him, trying to fight the urge to have him. He takes a seat and looks at you in the mirror, admiring your physique.

“Look at me,” he beckons. You do so defiantly, turning around to look at his bare body, watching how he spreads his legs wider, and how inviting he looked sitting like that. “Come here,” he says with a luring gaze. You felt like this was as close as it would get to the feeling of him compelling you. You couldn’t deny him even if you tried. Your heart fluttered as you continued to ogle him and begin to step forward.

You step in between his legs and look into his fiery eyes. He places his hands on your hips, stilling you and looking over you hungrily.

“You’ve got a little temper, don’t you? Thinking you can talk to me the way you did yesterday,” he teases. You shake your head at him and give him your most innocent-looking eyes.

“You know I don’t like it when you do that. I think it’s time to put you back in your place,” he says with a slight smirk, placing his hands on the bottom of your dress and slowly starting to rip the fabric off of you.

Your breathing hitches when he says such things, not knowing what he has planned. “Baby, I know, I’m sorry. I won’t do that again. I was just upset,” you admit.

“Ah ah, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Bad girls deserve to be punished,” he teases.

Your nerves fill your body and watch him rip your dress off of you. You’re left in your panties and your bra and his heated stare makes you shiver.

He spits in his hand, coating his length as he groans looking at your naked body in front of him.

“Come sit down baby,” he instructs, slowly rubbing his shaft in his hand. “Sit down and take it like a good girl.” He commands.

You were weak and felt your arousal pool. Your heart dances wildly and you place your hands on top of his shoulders to hold yourself before you get on top of him. He quickly stops you and looks at you devilishly.

“No, no baby. I want you to watch yourself take your punishment.” He commands.

You stare at him wide-eyed. You’ve never thought about doing something so dirty. You don’t think you can bare the sight of yourself getting fucked in front of a mirror nonetheless. It was so vulnerable, so obscene, you can’t handle the idea.

That’s exactly why he wants you to watch in the first place.

His hands are on your hips, turning you around to face the mirror. He sits you down on his thigh at first, his hands wandering your trembling body.

“Watch, watch how I pleasure you. Only I can make you feel this way,” he sighs into the crock of your neck. You know he’s right, no one else could make you feel this way or ever make you do what you’re about to do. He turns your body more forward to the mirror and has you spread your legs open, letting your leg rest on top of his. He sighs at the sight in the mirror, looking over every inch of you. Your cheeks redden, unable to look at yourself so displayed like this.

His hands cup your breasts, twisting your nipples softly that brings a shot of pleasure through you. His hands snake down your body and he quickly finds your folds, rubbing two digits in between them and spreading the wetness that has accumulated there. He lets out a pleased sigh, continuing to kiss your back and neck

“Mmm, so perfect baby, so goddamn sexy.” He groans.

Your nerves were racing, you’ve never been so exposed in your life and him making you watch what he was doing to you was borderline unbearable. He rubs your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut with how much pleasure seeps into your body. His other hand finds your hair and he pulls it firmly, making your eyes pop back open.

“No, no, watch yourself, baby.” He commands in your ear. You look back in the mirror and watch him push two fingers inside of you. You gasp, not expecting him to put so much in you right away. It felt so good though, you needed his hands on you and give you the utmost pleasure.

“Oh God, baby,” you moan, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, becoming more wet with each movement. Your walls hug tightly around him, creating the most delicious sensation inside you. You feel his fingers push up on that spongey spot inside you that can send you flying into the stratosphere. He uses a come hither motion while he’s inside you, making your eyes roll back in your head. Your breathing is labored, unable to keep it steady with what he’s doing to you and how he’s looking at you in the mirror.

His eyes bore into you and watch how your arousal leaks out of you, pushing his fingers deep inside you until you feel his knuckles press against your folds. Those long fingers were making you come undone by the second and weren’t able to handle much more.

He showers you with kisses, keeping you in the moment here with him and making you want his lips elsewhere. You look back at him momentarily, looking at how focused he is on you. You look at his hard cock resting against your thigh, precum leaking from the tip. Your hand wraps around it firmly and your thumb slides the clear fluid along his shaft. He lets out a groan, loving the friction you’re making.

“Naughty girl. No touching me until I tell you so,” he reprimands, taking your hand off of him. You grumble in frustration and he directs your attention back to the mirror. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, showing on full display the sticky arousal spilling out of your pussy. You stare wide-eyed, never seeing yourself like this.


“See how wet I get you… your pussy is just dying to get stuffed isn’t it baby?” He asks you, his voice teasing you to no end. You pant and nod your head yes to him in the mirror, needing him back inside you.

He starts pumping his fingers faster in you, your core squelching because of it and your walls beginning to flutter. You squirm in his lap, feeling the pressure increase inside you, but his other hand holds your hip making you still.

You pant and cuss under your breath, unable to take much more of this. His other hand is squeezing your breasts, making you so unbelievably weak. You can’t hold on much longer you want to finish with his fingers inside you.

You can’t say anything at first, the way his fingers are moving inside you has you locked onto him and you can’t form any cohesive words or tear your eyes away from the mirror. Your eyes do the talking, pleading for him to make you come. Your hips involuntarily rock with him slightly, helping you get there quickly.

“Does my baby girl need to come? Is that what you need right now?” He tantalizes. You nod your head furiously, needing him to give you what you want. He hums in delight watching your face in agony. He suddenly pulls his fingers out of you, making you groan in agony, feeling your walls flutter. He spreads you apart again and you watch how you can actually see your core flutter around nothing, wanting his fingers back there. It was so scandalous and frankly, very hot.

“Ah E-, agh please!”

Your chest heaves and your hand squeezes tightly around the top of his thigh, needing him to continue. But he won’t, he likes watching you squirm on top of him.

He wraps his other hand around your neck and makes you moan with the pressure added there.

“You wanna come, baby? Beg for it. Beg for Daddy to make you come…” he groans into your ear.

His voice sends a bolt of electricity that travels straight to your core. You look at him in shock, your mouth agape, not believing what was just uttered out of his mouth. God, it was so unbelievably hot. That word rang in your head and you loved how it sounded coming from his mouth. You groan heavily, looking into his needy eyes.

“Yes please… please make me come Daddy,” you beg. A sly smirk forms on his face hearing the words flow so easily from your mouth.

“Mmm, yes. Such a good little slut for Daddy,” he moans. He brings his two fingers to your lips, wet with your arousal all over them. “Lick baby,” he coos. You willingly put his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, licking your wetness off of them. You grab his wrist, helping him move his fingers more freely.

You try to keep eye contact with him in the mirror, watching how he groans when you put more of his fingers in your mouth. He pushes them further in and you gag slightly.

“You’ve taken something bigger than my fingers in this mouth, baby. You can take more,” he teases. You can’t take much more of his incessant teasing, but you listen and do what he asks.

You keep sucking on him, watching as his eyes look glazed with need.

He slowly pulls them out of you, smirking at you in the reflection.

“So good honey. Being such a good girl, I’ll let you come now,” he mutters into your ear. You’re relieved to hear him finally give in to what you want. He spits in his hand again, coating his cock, and rubs his length.

Swiftly, he picks you up off his thigh, sitting you down on his hard cock and stuffing you to the hilt in one quick motion. You gasp loudly, not expecting him to stuff his entire length in you. You can feel the heat in your belly grow immensely and you can’t hold back your orgasm now. You stare at him in shock as he bites his lip, liking how you look on top of him.

“Elvis, oh God-, oh fuck,” you beg.

“Fuck look at you baby, you look so good like this. Come now,” he coos. You look at his hand travel back down your body and watch where you connect, his cock splitting you two. His fingers find your clit, rubbing softly but that’s all it takes for you to come undone. Your walls squeeze him tightly and flutter over and over making you see stars behind your eyelids. You grab onto his thigh, squeezing him as your orgasm hits you like a train. He leans your body back so he can get a better view of him inside you.

“Good girl, sucha good girl taking all of Daddy’s cock. Does it feel good?” He teases, his hips making small movements in and out of you. The sight was too much to handle. It was so erotic watching him move in and out of you like this. You cry out for him, not being able to take the slight.

“God, yes Daddy. It feels so good. Please let me ride you more,” you beg. He groans and nods his head at you in the mirror. He helps readjust your body on top of him and he closes his legs slightly so you can straddle him easier and so your feet can be planted on the floor.

You begin to move up and down on him, feeling him stretch and fill you completely. It felt so good, even if he had all the control, you loved what he was giving you. His groans got louder the more you moved on him, cussing your name, and his meeting yours when you sank down fully on him. He felt so deep inside you and with every snap of his hips, he got deeper.

He helps you move on him, rocking your hips forward and then back on him. You stare at how you look right now; your folds swollen and puffy and his cock moving in and out of you so easily. It was the most lewd thing you’ve ever done with a man and loved that it was with Elvis.

“Goddamn baby you’re killing me,” he says through his teeth, “Look how you wrap around me. Fuck you feel so good.”

Your breathing is labored and you can barely look at the mirror anymore. You ride him faster and watch his face instead, watching how he looks so turned on by everything.

“Daddy?” You ask innocently, riding him faster, your coil getting ready to snap again.

He moans at your actions and what you just uttered and locks eyes on you.

“What baby?” He coos.

“I need to come again,” you whine.

“Good, come again, all over my cock,” he encourages. You groan in agony, needing him to help you get there. You bounce faster on him, the sound of your skin meeting his echoes throughout the room.

Your jaw falls slack and you can’t take much more. This angle is hitting the most sensitive spot inside you and you feel the coil inside you about to snap. Your walls start to flutter around his girth and he watches as your mouth opens in ecstasy. Both of your moans and grunts fill the quiet room and you start to move faster on him. He sucks and bites on the back of your neck as he fucks you harder, needing every last ounce of you. His hands squeeze your hips and grinds you down on the base of his cock. That takes you to the edge and you can’t hold it back.

You shut your eyes and cry out his name, feeling your walls squeeze him. You can feel the arousal seep out of you the more you ride out your orgasm. He bites his lip watching you come all over him. You can tell how much he loved to satisfy you like it was what he was meant to do for you.

Your legs feel tired and weak. He’s doing most of the work now and lifting you up and down on him, feeling he’s getting close too. His eyes shut and he leans his head back, breathing heavily. You suddenly feel his length twitch deep inside you and let his seed spill out of him. You groan heavily and watch as he makes the most beautiful face when he’s coming. How his jaw slacks and furrows his brows as he drives his hips into you.

You’re both breathless, unable to function properly as he slows down and starts to kiss your back, soothing you with his soft lips. You look at your reflection and see how flushed you are. You try to steady for breathing and you lean back on his chest, feeling his cool skin touch your warmth.

He kisses your head, taking deep breaths from his nose. You grab his hand and kiss the back of it, covering him with as much love as humanly possible.

Your attention is back to the mirror and see him staring at you passionately.

“Now, did you learn your lesson?” He asks gently. You giggle softly, shaking your head at him.

“That was more torture than a lesson,” you tease, “but remind me to make you upset more often.” You quip. He gives you a disapproving look that turns into a smile and squeezes your thigh.

“Naughty little girl, you’re unbelievable,” he chuckles.

You giggle too, unable to resist teasing him. You keep kissing his hand, holding him tight.

“But I am sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I know you won’t cheat, that was an awful thing to accuse…You just need to be patient with me. I don’t like it when we ignore each other. It makes me feel terrible,” you admit.

He cracks a smile and brushes your hair back.

“I know honey. I felt awful too. I can’t stay mad at you. I’ll be more patient I promise,” he says softly, kissing your cheek.

You revel in his presence, thankful he’s being understanding.

“But all I ask… is for you to come to the show tonight. Please. I want you there,” he pleads.

You get off of him, grunting when you feel him slipping out of you. You gather your breath and stand between his legs, looking into his deep blue eyes. They’re begging for you without saying a word and it tears at your heartstrings.

“I’ll go.” You say.

“In the dress?” He asks gently.

“In the dress.” You continue, leaning down and giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.

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[popcorn-plots]

y'all there's this fic I'm trying to find... it's ironstrange, I believe, and it features Stephen as a ghost.

Basically, Tony buys a house and hears that it's haunted. He doesn't believe the stories until books start flying around and Tony sees a strange man sitting by the piano whenever he tries to play. (also the ghost sometimes plays the piano too). Tony eventually befriends the ghost, but the ghost can't remember anything about his past life.

there's a lot of banter, Tony manages to contact Wong, I believe, and they try to sever Tony's soul from Stephen's ghost... but it doesn't end very well.

They eventually find out that Stephen is still alive, but trapped in this train that's been going around like an endless time loop thing. Bats is there too, I think. Somehow Tony and Wong free Stephen and everyone else from the train and break the curse.

Tony and Stephen either start a relationship, or Stephen forgot everything about Tony while he was a ghost. I don't remember how it goes.

Does anyone know what I'm talking about???? (please)

[darkfictionjude]

Hiya ^^ Good day to you. Can we have some (many?) fluffy facts about each RO to lighten the mood maybe? It's one of the must-ask questions, right? >w< But feel free to ignore me if you have already answered this before OwQ We'll just blame it on the app's search function XD

Lighten the mood? Have you read this story nonnie? It’s night and depression here 24/7 😚 I can’t give many a) I’m too lazy to think of things that will never show up in game at this point in the semester b) there’s isn’t much in regards to these ROs 😅

Imre:

1. He exhausts all the Spanish terms of endearment he can with mc but the one he uses most is cariño

2. Likes spending quiet days inside, laying together on the couch and reading a book to you out loud until both of you fall asleep

3. Renames all the constellations after things that remind him of you

Nia:

1. Composes a special song on the piano for you, it’s haunting, a tad bit terrifying but addicting all the same

2. Likes getting you dressed, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes and sniffing the scent of you as she styled your hair

3. Has a habit of kissing your knuckles as a way of non verbally agreeing with you on things or just because she feels like it

Lorcan:

1. Makes a mixed tape for you based on the most powerful memories he has of you, past and present

2. Commits to memory all the little things you like throughout the year so he can try and gift them to you at Christmas

3. Carves a you + him in a bunch of trees in town, school desks and then graffiti’s it on private properties

[welcome-to-ratterrock]

I'm curious, if the cast have any hobbies they do in their free time or to relax?

(The world is too chaotic, hope they all have a peaceful day😔)

Thank you so much for sending this, the crew definitely needs those moments of relaxation and fun…

Locke loves playing his viola, playing music is very therapeutic for him, releasing the tension and giving voice to the emotions it is so very hard for him to speak about. Like the violin it’s an instrument that elicits haunting sounds and sadness, but it’s darker and richer in tone. He gets so ticked off when people mistake it for a violin. 

He likes reading nonfiction books, with the exception of a few novels, and also enjoys attending concerts where he can close his eyes and sink into the music like water…but because his work is so important to him, he doesn’t really make time for himself to do such things. 

Once upon a time, he loved playing chess with Regal. 

Regal plays the piano, a versatile instrument adept at both classic and contemporary music. Playing is very therapeutic for him, releasing tension and turmoil and allowing him a way to “speak” to the emotions so many would be horrified by. 

He loves to read a variety of different things, nonfiction and novels and plays and poetry and essays, and enjoys attending the theater as well. However, due to his work, he’s very busy and hasn’t had much time to himself. 

Once upon a time, he loved playing chess with Locke. 

Sorcha adores reading, and her absolute favorite book is “The Phantom of the Opera” - she’s very proud to have a first edition in her personal library! She is very much a patron of the arts in general, always looking for new art galleries and museums to explore, theaters and shows to attend. She also loves being wealthy enough to be able to shop at high fashion stores for all sorts of treasures to adorn herself with, and all the owners are thrilled that a beauty like her wears their wares…

Lorcan’s biggest passion is boxing, he’s an absolute legend in the ring and loves to lose himself in a good match, facing off with a worthy opponent. He also loves swimming as well but doesn’t get to do it too much, which is a shame as it really helps with his aches and pains. For quieter moments he likes to whittle and play cards. 

Rilla’s biggest passion is dancing, a love that her mother passed onto her, it is her joy and her escape from whatever weighs her down. She also LOVES designing and sketching dresses and clothing, and would love to bring her creations to life but she’s never been able to find someone to teach her how to sew. She also is known in her social circle to be a dab hand at crafting some stunning flower crowns. 

Lu loves to write, especially stories about magic and fantasy and girls finding themselves through challenges. She visits the library and bookshops whenever she can. She also enjoys watercolors, especially landscapes and flowers. 

Brig was taught to box by her father and she’s been a devoted boxer ever since, and is an absolute beast in the ring. She finds working out to be very relaxing as well, a good way to center herself and enjoy the burn of her body. 

Bogdan loves composing music, he’s very talented and likes to take his inspiration from the natural world. He’s also avid about charting the stars, and spends much of his time studying the skies.

Casimir will actually be gaining a hobby in the comic! But as for right now, he loves playing cards and gambling, especially when the stakes are high…

Clifford likes good old fashioned English hunting, shooting after crickets and beetles and birds (they aren’t sentient in this world). 

Thank you again for sending this! As we introduce more characters I’m gonna come back to this post and reblog it with their favorite hobbies, this was a wonderful character exploration exercise. And it doesn’t even touch on what the couples like to do together…

[heartsoulrocknroll]

Cold Spring Harbor Ranked

1) Got to Begin Again

This is one of the most beautiful melodies Billy has ever written with chord progressions and masterful uses of dynamics that reach into me and touch my very soul. The build from the soft, quiet beginning of each verse to the crescendo of two rapidly alternating minor chords is haunting. I don't have the words to describe how this song makes me lose my mind.

2) Falling of the Rain

This is an incredible piano piece with lyrics that tell a story. I feel so immersed in the world of this song every time I hear it. The rapid-fire single notes on the piano evoke images of falling rain. And as stupid as Billy may think they are, the lyrics are truly like poetry, painting a vivid image of the characters. But my god, the PIANO.

3) Everybody Loves You Now

This song contains some of Billy's greatest lyrics and one of the most iconic Billy Joel piano riffs. The album version of this is good, but the live versions with Liberty on the drums and Billy singing his ass off are where this really becomes the masterpiece that it was meant to be, and I'm giving it credit for that with this ranking.

4) Tomorrow is Today

The original album version of this song is incredible. The lyrics are so powerful and hopeless and emotional. Billy's vocal is gorgeous. The piano is absolutely haunting, and the strings on the original recording add to that haunting feeling. I love the juxtaposition of the gospel-flavored bridge with the rest of the song as well. This is truly a work of art.

5) Turn Around

This is a beautiful, simple melody with some gorgeous piano work, as well as a hint of country influence, especially in the original recording with the pedal steel guitar. Something about the simplicity of this song has always reminded me of James Taylor, even before I heard Billy say that this song was inspired by Fire and Rain.

6) She's Got a Way

This is yet another beautiful melody with beautiful chord progressions, and Billy sings it so well. I like the vocal on the album a lot, but I've heard some live versions that have brought me to the brink of tears, namely the 1977 Carnegie Hall version. I don't care what he says, that man can sing.

7) Nocturne

This is an absolutely beautiful, haunting piano piece that clearly demonstrates Billy's classical influences as well as his own brilliance as a composer. I love it so much. I don't really even feel right ranking this song among the other songs on the album. It's kind of apples and oranges.

8) You Can Make Me Free

This song is Billy doing a better Paul McCartney than Paul McCartney. It reminds me a lot of Maybe I'm Amazed. I don't think I've ever truly appreciated this song until just recently. And I don't think you can truly appreciate it without listening to the original '71 recording at the corrected speed. It's just a great rock 'n' roll song with phenomenal vocals and fantastic piano work to tie it all together.

9) Why Judy Why

This song is an interesting departure from the rest of this piano-driven album. "Haunting" seems to be an overarching theme of this album, but the acoustic guitar here continues to provide that feeling, and Billy's desperately beautiful vocal complements it so well.

10) You Look So Good to Me

This is the only song on the album that I'm not absolutely obsessed with, but it's a high bar, and I still think it's really good. You can definitely hear the McCartney influence in this one too. This song has a much lighter mood compared to the majority of the album, so it's a nice breather before going through the emotional wringer that is Tomorrow Is Today/Nocturne/Got to Begin Again.

[coffeeosims]

NAME: VON HAUNT ESTATE

NO CUSTOM CONTENT / USE CHEAT BB.MOVEOBJECTS ON WHEN PLACING THE LOT.

PLAYTESTED.

PACKS USED: GET TOGETHER + ROMANTIC GARDEN STUFF + CITY LIVING ( just 1 item)

Origin Id: Coffeeosims.

I really wanted to use this lot more, but there was nothing to do there. This lot has:

-a rose garden with chess tables, a place to paint ( if the sim is sitting on the bench you can create a portrait using "paint by reference"), a busking area, a woohoo bush.

-a wishing well and a small cemetery area for the original owners of the house

-a cherry orchard with easy access to the party area near the lot.

-a gazebo with a wedding arch, some chess tables, another easel and a piano.

-a small area for children to play.

- the inside is decorated in a similar way to the original build and the bookcases contain some skill books for your sims to read. I kept the original information plaques that tell the story of the house.

TRAY FILES: DROPBOX

Feel free to use or modify my creations however you like (personal games, public saves etc.). Credit is appreciated but not required.

[connectionterminated13]

Let’s hear about Lesbian Victorian Elizabeth please

Well... (It put in the undercut so I don't clog)

Elizabeth is the middle child of the Afton family And William's first legitimate child, She's girlly but still playful, She especially loves following her Big Brother on adventures around the house like pestering the servants or sneaking into the kitchen.

Elizabeth has a beautiful singing voice and sings for guests sometimes with William Playing the piano. She's also because of this gotten to see William's antiquity rooms (Basically big rooms filled with curiosities and supernatural stuff).

I think she dies young like she does in Cannon at about 11. Before that the plan was for her to get married to some boy of Williams choosing (I think it was a thing in that time for rich people to set their children up to get married with other rich peoples children). Of course she didn't like boys and thought that's how all girls felt and at some point she'd start liking boys and then they'd kiss or something like in the story books her father read her!

Speaking of her death she's killed by a puppet Clown automaton (Henry built a robot then Williams stole that Steam powered atomaton turned it into a puppet Then did a murder spell) It was at a free showing of some of the antiquities including the magical moving clown machines. (This was to lure were in hopefully Street children that no one would miss)

After that her flesh kind of melted with the cursed metal and wood. Like there's bits of human meat just like growing on the weird circus baby thing. She's very much sentient in there. William realized what a terrible idea that whole thing was so he sold all of the Clown machines to another collector and hope to God that this wouldn't come back to haunt him.

[moonshine-nightlight]

Free Piano: Haunted - Part 2

When you drive by the piano on the way home from a job across town, you almost don’t stop. But your kid’s been wanting to learn how to play—a desire that’s stuck around for the last few months, a rarity—and this one’s free. It needs some TLC and while you’ve no experience with instruments, you’re good with your hands. On impulse, you pull over. Soon enough, you’re loading the free piano into the back of your truck. You barely give a passing thought to the “haunted” part of the sign.

Perhaps you should have.

Inspiration post: Haunted Free Piano Pic

Modern, enemies to friends to lovers, ghosts/spirits/specters, male monster x male reader, M/M, Part 2 of 8

[Part One] Part Two

As you wash your dishes, your shed catches your eye through the window into the backyard. You’ve been busy the last couple weeks, since you picked up that piano and then stuck it in your shed so your kid didn’t see it, but maybe this weekend is the time to see if it's salvageable. 

You’ve done some research online and mostly you’ve figured out that paying to have it restored is definitely not on the table. You’re not broke, but between having your savings wiped out from the divorce and the move and the house and having to save for Kit’s college—you still feel too close to being one month of no work away from panic. And you know if it gets too bad, your ex might try to be petty and go for full custody. So that’s really not an option.

You’ve got time so hopefully, you can take the thing apart, polish it up, fix it up, and then put it all back together well enough that it's playable—then you can spend money on the actual lessons rather than just the instrument.

You stopped at the library earlier in the week between clients and printed out some of the information you need—wifi doesn’t reach to the shed and you didn’t like having your laptop out there. Iit always seemed like putting it down next to powertools was an unnecessarily risky move. 

Today the plan is to assess the damage, see if you have the right tools—drawing up a list of people you’ve worked with who might and might be willing to let you borrow them if you don’t—and make a list of what materials you might need to buy. Tomorrow or maybe even this afternoon you can head into town and start to budget how much all that might cost. You’re hoping spreading all this out over a few months will help minimize the impact on your wallet.

You get all the way to the shed when you realize you’re left your keys in the house. Putting down your papers and some of the tools from your truck at the entrance, you jog back to the house to grab them.

When you come back, you have to put a foot down on the folder with your research in it because the wind has just managed to blow it out from under the edge of the toolbox you’d put on top of it. As you lean down to pick it up, you swear you hear a faint echo of a voice saying, “…stuck in this truly awful little building for weeks…”

Frowning, you look around, but no one else seems to be in their yards. Shaking your head, you unlock the door. Peering inside, it's easy to tell no strange, snotty children have broken in. It must have been the strong wind blowing the sound of the TV from your neighbor’s house—you know Mrs. Mical’s AC is broken and she likes those PBS British shows that are always on. You’ve tried to tell her that the problem isn’t her with her air conditioning unit but rather with the woodchuck that lives under her deck constantly breaking it, but she won’t hear of it.

Setting everything down once inside, you decide to open the shutters for now—the wind’s been kicking up a lot today, but you’d appreciate the extra light. 

First, you survey the wood that makes up the outside of the piano, taking notes on what appears to be superficial damage and what appears warped enough that it might need replacement. You also take down all the measurements and some pictures with your phone, just so you have a record of what you started with. If this goes horribly wrong, maybe you’ll at least be able to track where it all went off the rails.

Eventually though, there’s no delaying having to push on to the actual piano inner workings—the part of this you have the least confidence about actually being able to do.  You flip up the fallboard to reveal the keys and try to take pictures of their condition—try because the fallboard keeps falling back down whenever you get your phone into position. You jump each time it does so, the bang somehow echoing in the small shed.

It always seems to be sitting securely when you flip it up, but eventually you resort to jamming some spare pieces of cardboard under the join to make it stay up. Wanting petty revenge against a piece of wood is stupid, no matter how much it seems like it’s out to annoy you—so the fact that you decide the next step is to unscrew and remove it entirely is just a coincidence.

You know you’ll be needing to deep clean the whole thing anyways so it just makes sense. After struggling for a few minutes and having to reconsult your printed out research and diagrams, you realize you have unscrew the bookend wood pieces on either end of the keyboard first and then you can take them and the fallboard off together. The screwdriver skids out more than it should—or so it seems to you—but soon enough you’re able to remove the whole thing entirely. Once those are off, you carefully put them to the side, sticky noting the three pieces in the process and then taking a picture of them all—the last thing you want to do is get confused over which piece is what. 

With that taken off, maybe it’s best to remove the entire top now too. You’re able to remove the hinges, but not before getting your fingers pinched. You even swear you got some sort of static shock from it which makes no sense whatsoever. Lifting the lid makes you nearly growl with effort, it's not even terribly thick and yet it feels so heavy.

To cap it off, the lid nearly lands on your foot when you try to lean it against the wall. You may not try to take apart a piano everyday, but you haven’t felt like such a newbie since you first became a contractor—no, since you were a kid helping Grandpa. It's kinda infuriating, how many little things seem to keep going wrong. Not to mention how sweaty you are given it's only been like an hour or so since you started. 

You take a deep breath, wipe off some sweat from your forehead, and turn to survey the piano. The inside is grimy—plenty of dust and cobwebs and lint. It looks worse than what had been under your grandparents couch when you first moved it. Maybe you should just be relieved nothing looks like it once was food and that there’s no actual bugs in it. 

At least that you’ve seen so far.

As you removed those other pieces, you noticed it seemed wobbly on its legs. You give it a bit of a shake and realize the legs will either have to be replaced or at least more securely reattached. Between that and needing good access to the pedals, you’ll need to jack the piano up—probably with two jacks. You frown as you make a mental note to borrow Jaime’s since you only have a small one. 

Time to bite the bullet and see if you can remove the keyboard with the hammers from the keybed as easily as some of the videos made it look. You pull on some gloves, not wanting any more pinches or cuts on your fingers. The keyslip is the first thing to remove if you wanna get at the keys and while it starts off a bit stuck, it slides up and out without you needing any tools so that’s something at least.

After at least five minutes of trying to carefully, but futilely, maneuver it out of the rest of the piano, a chill goes down your spine. Cold enough that goosebumps spread across your skin, and you look around as if trying to find the source. It seems to be the wind, which kicks up with surprising strength to blast cold air into your face along with a significant amount of dust from the opened piano.

You let go of the stuck keyboard—you’ve only managed to move it about half an inch out of the keybed—with a cry of annoyance, raising your hands to your eyes only to remember you’re wearing gloves covered in grime at the last second. With a rumble, you head out to go inside your house to clean off.

As soon as you step outside the shed, heat washes over you. You want to look to see if the sun just came out from behind a cloud or something, but your eyes are so watery from whatever just blew into them that you just focus on heading for your blurry backdoor.

You strip off your gloves and wash your hands in the sink before carefully wiping your streaming eyes. After a splash of water, they seem a little itchy but fine. You absentmindedly grab your phone and check the weather app, wondering if there’s some sort of cold front or storm rolling in, but to your bewilderment, there’s nothing of the sort.

You’re annoyed to find yourself frowning at your shed through the window again, just like this morning. And you feel like you havent actually accomplished that much since this morning. You pull your gloves back on decisively—you’re taking this first big step today even if it feels like the universe is against you. You’re nothing if not determined, willing to dig your heels in the second someone tries to shove you in the opposite direction. Spite might not be the best reason to lean into something—certainly not against something as amorphous and uncaring as a little breeze—but it's all you’ve got.

Marching back across your yard, you see the door, which you’d propped open with a rock, has somehow swung shut. You pull it back open, determined to wedge the rock in more securely only to curse under your breath when you see that all your papers are strewn all over the shed—likely by that same big burst of wind.

“Fuckin’ shit,” you mutter under your breath as you let the door close behind you. No more open doors, no more—you close the shutters of the closest windows rather violently—no more open windows. No wind allowed, you don’t care how hot it gets. 

You walk around brusquely, picking up papers and shoving them into the folder they should be in. You gather up the post-its too—blown off from the fallboard and lid, but you don’t bother putting them back on. There’s no chance they’d stick to anything anymore, not after landing on the dirty ground. You’re glad you took pictures and haven’t actually removed anything else yet.

By the time you’ve done that, you’re only mildly frustrated. You’re finally able to look at the piano and find that despite dust and dirt being blown into your face, it looks as dirty if not dirtier than before because of course it does. 

This time, you carefully check to make sure all the hammers are down—remembering that tip from a video you watched earlier in the week, and lift the keyframe with the keyboard, methodically wiggling it back and forth to pull it out. You heave a sigh of relief when it finally unsticks and grin triumphantly back at the piano, as if gloating about winning a game of tug of war. Deflating slightly when you realize how weirdly petty you’re acting to an inanimate object, survey the dirt and dust in the cavity left behind.

You grab a flashlight to see better since you no longer have much natural light and survey the strings. You frown as you run along each one. Unfortunately, keeping in line with the water damage on the wood of the lid, a number of the strings appear to have rusted in multiple places. Some have even snapped—it's likely a miracle that you didn’t manage to press the key for any of the broken ones and hear the damage in the first place. 

You feel some of your remaining hope dissipate as you survey the strings. Restringing an entire piano is without a doubt the most challenging—and therefore expensive—part of restoring a piano per your research. The material cost is not the problem—it's all about the skill and time needed to restring multiple strings without breaking anything.

You pull out your phone to begin taking pictures while you think. Maybe you shouldn’t try to restring the entire instrument. First figure out how many strings would need to be completely replaced, if any of the pins on the ends need replacement, if any can just be retied for the moment.

You have months and the kid doesn’t need a perfect piano to start with, right? If you can replace or retie enough of the main strings, then you can still get it in working order enough that any of the others you can replace as time goes by. This is probably still the cheapest way to give him a piano, it just might not be as functional as you’d hoped. 

After all that, you head over to your tools and pick up one that you think should help you remove a pin—you want to test out your equipment to see if you’ll need to get specialty tools, and how much those might cost if you do.  After checking your gloves and goggles, you select a pin to try. Following a particularly rusty string you know will have to go—and which is also already broken at the end—you start trying to loosen it.

It doesn’t seem to be working at first, unable to grip the pin correctly, so you discard it for a pair of pliers. Eventually that seems to work, but the string snaps in another place, causing your heart to race at the sound, and the pin you’re left with is deformed. You barely have a second or two to notice all that when a roar seems to come from the piano.

A violent burst of wind blows you back against the door with a thud while the lights flicker dramatically. You feel like your heart’s stopped beating entirely, your breath caught in your throat as a rushing, static-y sound builds, the air tight with pressure or repressed energy.

Before your eyes a silvery outline of a person defines itself, with white blue spots of lights where eyes might be. The final sputter of the lightbulb overhead lets them start out more as it opens its mouth to say, “How dare you defile this magnificent instrument!”

It swops closer and as it yells, the sound has a high-pitched re-verb to it like something sharp and cold has been drawn down your spine. It's enough of a jolt to get you moving though as your hand frantically feels along the door for the knob.

“I do not know where these vile machinations might lead,” it continues, seeming to get larger and more jagged as it grows more furious, “but I shall not suffer them quietly!”

It rears back as you’re finally able to turn the knob. It swoops down as you stumble and fall back onto the ground, bellowing, “BEGONE!” before it dissipates in the afternoon sunlight.

The door slams behind it, the click of the lock audible in the silence of your backyard.

You stay where you are, heart thundering your ears, breath coming in pants—pliers still clutched in your hand.

“Fuck.”

You’ve heard ghost stories all your life, but you hadn’t actually believed one way or another. You also aren’t the type to lie to yourself. And that had definitely been one angry ghost.

For some reason, that stupid sign taped to the piano came to mind and you can’t stop laughing. They’d even tried to warn you. Haunted, indeed. God, and you thought this project had been getting out of hand before. 

Because now you need to figure out how to deal with a ghost. 

Great.

[thelonelywiz]

THE POET VIRGIL.

“Death and grief, I find, is inherent to vampirism. I’ve seen many die young and old, naturally and unnaturally. It may not look it, but the beast follows me yet still.”

SYNOPSIS.

In a world where monsters and humans coexist, anything can happen. Especially in the brownstones of Brooklyn, New York City. 

The famous vampire poet, Virgil, lives with his roommate, Bea, a werewolf and former rock star drummer of BLUDHOUNDS turned grade school teacher. With his very last chapbook in the works and an award ceremony to attend, Virgil has a speech to write. But when his literary agent and best friend (and Bea’s on and off girlfriend), Calypso is found dead, he and Bea are spun into the world of murder mysteries and conspiracy. The threat of succumbing to their monstrosity increases as tensions and risks run higher, and Virgil and Bea must learn to face their grief together despite their differences. With the help of Bea’s brother, Seven; a fairy from the Bronx, Juno; an unlikely ally, and an eager human barista, a team of monsters (and Aaron) is just what the five boroughs need to defeat The Hunters once and for all. 

In this romantic comedy turned murder mystery, The Poet Virgil tells a story of death, love, and what it means to be seen as a monster.

NOTES.

Started: Feb 2022

Format: screenplay

Word/page count: 256 pages

Genre: urban fantasy

Themes: grief, justice, friendship, family, generational trauma, love, hope

Content warnings: transphobia, heavily implied child neglect, on-screen child death, domestic violence, on-screen violence, blood & gore

(the following character art was made using wervty’s picrew, the first two are commissioned art by @fesenmoon)

CHARACTERS.

Virgil (he/him): An introverted vampire poet born in 1888. He likes baked goods, all things gothic, and has a special interest in the arts; art history, piano music, and of course, poetry. Protagonist and foil to Bea.

Bea (they/them): The former drummer of the all-werewolf punk rock band BLUDHOUNDS, now they’re a grade school teacher. They are the oldest of 8 and have lots of issues because of it. Deuteragonist and Virgil’s roommate (and foil).

Calypso (she/her): A human who would do anything to protect her friends. Her death haunts the narrative. Virgil’s literary agent and friend, Bea’s on and off girlfriend.

Aaron (he/him): A human barista who’s flirty but so incredibly awkward. A mama’s boy through and through. Virgil’s love interest.

Seven (he/him): The former lead singer of the all-werewolf punk rock band BLUDHOUNDS, now a college dropout. Second oldest out of 8 but is pretty chill about it. Not dissimilar to Beastboy.

Juno (she/her): A nature fairy going to community college. Has a special interest in insects, specifically beetles. Hates being called cute, don’t call her cute.

Belladonna (she/they): A water nymph who does get paid enough for this, but it’s not worth it. Morally gray, knows her way around a silver bullet. Works for the enemy…or do they?

Orpheus (he/him): A human musician that’s too obnoxious for his own good. Has a weird obsession with monsters. How he hasn’t gotten himself killed is anyone’s guess.

Minerva (she/her): A half beast that’s been severely brainwashed. Very bloodthirsty and weirdly into her boss. Has killed and will kill again.

Pandora (she/her): A human woman who really hates monsters, like really hates them. Main antagonist, manipulative and uses eugenics to get her way. Used to be a cop…enough said.

FURTHERMORE…

Feel free to send me asks or prompts about this project! I did a lot of worldbuilding on this and I think about it a normal amount (lying)

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[sealrock]

Character Themes

I was tagged by @dragonsongmakhali for this, tysm for the tag! :>

I'll be tagging @shroudkeeper @ahollowgrave @airis-ray and @thefreelanceangel (feel free to skip if you've already done this!)

I'm doing my main roster so everything's going under the cut since it'll be long, I added small blurbs to each:

What instrumental track would play in the background of your character's story during their most meaningful moments?

paris ; ff11 ost - recollection:

here's a track that doesn't match paris' aesthetic in the slightest, but it's meant to be a tear-jerker. I would go as far to say this would be paris' main theme as it shows a vulnerable part of them that no one gets to see. this is probably the only song that fits the question of this tag game

kirke ; silent hill 4 ost - silent circus:

it was between this track and a track from the cry of fear ost, but my love for silent hill won out. I always imagined kirke as having an industrial/trip-hop-based character theme, so this fits way too well for her. I wouldn't call this track 'meaningful' to kirke, it's a bit odd—then again she's an odd character. I imagine this plays during her more leisurely/playful moments

tauvane ; assassin's creed 2 ost - dreams of venice:

the elegance of this song is perfect for tauvane, it's regal and refined as it reflects her background. but what gets me is 2:07-2:45, the sudden change in tone and atmosphere shows you another side of her, something dangerous and cold. I would say this plays when achille meets her again after so many years spent apart

hector ; silent hill ost - only you:

this one is short, but hector's overall time in the story is short. it's overwhelmingly sad and there's a yearnful tone to this, a yearning for andromache to stay. but the piano is drowned out by a repeating 'droning' noise. it hints at something more sinister, aka halmarut. so this doubles a theme for halmarut as well

yves ; silent hill 3 ost: maternal heart:

something not bloodborne for once. it feels empty and haunting to me, just like yves himself. the name 'maternal heart' also calls back to cessair, yves' mother. like kirke, yves has a more industrial track that plays, but since he doesn't talk much I don't think this will be heard often

andromache ; assassin's creed revelations ost - byzantium:

this one fits andromache to a T. there's a strong sense of melancholy and vulnerability attached to this song that I think works well for her meaningful moments in the story as a character theme. the plucking strings, the haunting vocals, and the twinkling music box all scream 'andromache'

evander ; nier ost - his dream:

the tatlonghari brothers share similar themes, the difference between them is the title. this song, to me, has a quick pace, and a feeling of a childhood lost or something masked. it's ethereal in execution, but it doesn't match evander's personality or actions. this is intentional, as evander deep down is still a good person at heart, and this song reflects that, but he shows a totally different person on the surface

patroclus ; nier ost - this dream:

in contrast to evander, patroclus' is more slow, idyllic, and hopeful. it sounds like a song detailing a happy childhood. evander's theme is centered around him, but patroclus' is centered around those he lost—his parents most importantly. patroclus has a lot of meaningful moments I feel like, so this is very much a patroclus track

achille ; cry of fear ost - brandon:

here's something different, something modern. despite achille's positive and happy disposition, this song showcases his inner self and how much turmoil and pain he goes through daily. its singular guitar in the beginning accompanied by an almost underwater ambiance matches what he feels regarding his mother tauvane. this plays a lot when talking about her I think

azem (helen) ; assassin's creed brotherhood ost - echos of the roman ruins:

yet another AC song, I've had on repeat lately since I'm revisiting the games. this song in particular has a sense of wistful nostalgia to it, that feeling of a time that no longer exists once the vocals kick in. while this is too short for my liking, this is perfect for helen the more I revisit their backstory, flesh them out, and reinvent the wheel

[artsynoova]

👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 for Benjamin and Cassandra?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc’s immediate family? how many people are in your oc’s extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Ohohoh okay! So sorry for the long way but this is actually a beast of a question cause their families play an important part on the story, and I was actually debating a lot of things regarding their families members, son changed, a few were cut. But I have figure a lot of things out so let´s go!

So, let´s get something out of the way, cause of the way Ben and Cassy got into their “adventure” , being the night the Mouse Queen attacked the toy kingdom, all their family members believe they are dead, so yeah, fun times Let´s begin then

Ben´s Family

This is his immediate family. In extended, I have just planned for him his grandparents: From his mother side they are alive, but live far away, and from his parental side, they die when is father and uncle were young.

Ben has a complicated relationship with his family. He was really close with his mother Adeline, he helped a lot with his siblings, and they used to play the piano together when they had time. Ben was the light of Adeline´s life, when he “died” she took it very hard

With his father…Their relationship is complicated. Cristobal cared for his son, of course, and when he was younger, they had a better relationship, but his ambition led him to use the talents of his son. He was the one who ended up pushing Ben to try to be one of the candidates to break Pirlipat´s curse, which would end in the tragic end…The guilt still haunts him.

Ben had another parental figure, and that was his mentor and uncle: Christian Elias. Elias is the royal clock maker, Ben looked up to him since he was little, Elias notice Ben´s curious looks when he was working, so he started to teach Ben what he knew about his work, and so Ben became his apprentice. Ben loved spending time with his uncle, even when the social events he had to attend got him nervous, it was worth it.Elias took him to new places and let him be a dork about things he likes. Elias was involved in finding a way to break Pirlipat´s curse, and when Ben was chosen as one of the candidates, he tried his best to stop it, since he didn´t want Ben to lose his freedom. He was distraught with Ben´s fate, he is the only one who knows he is not dead, as he saw him turn into a nutcracker, and he is doing all he can to find him, but no one believes him when he tolds thim he is out there,they think he has gone mad with grief

Ben loves his siblings, he took care of them a lot. While close with Bruno when little, Bruno grew jealous of Ben,for being talented with dolls and clocks, it became worse when Ben got chosen as a Candidate. Really close with Luka and Marie, although the later doesn´t really remember a lot of him in the present.

SO yeah, complicated relationship with his birth family, does he has a found family? Kind of. He lived with a few free Nutcrackers when he was just turned into one, Maxim, their leader, found him and took care of him. While grateful, the fear of what happened the night he got curse still haunted him, and he couldn´t live when them, and decided to leave. They still have a special place in his heart.

Now is Cassy´s turn

This is her immediate family. From her extended family: Maternal side, she has her grandparents, whom had 7 children, Alma being the oldest daugther. From his father side, her grandparents and two uncles. Don´t know how many cousins, but they are a few!

Cassy ADORES her family,both Birth and Found family (We´ll get to the found in a bit). Growing up, she was closest to her father,Samuel, he is a fun and caring man, they cook and goof around together, she got her big heart from him. Cassy loves her mother Alma ,but she also wanted to prove herself to her. Alma being a respected sorceress in her town, Cassy wanted to be just like her, and Alma took her daughter ambition seriously, and push hers to be her best. They took her “death” very hard. Alma started to resent the Toy Kingdom in general,and Samuel became a lot quieter than he was

Cassy loves her siblings very much, and think constantly about them. She was really close to David, he was like her right hand man, if she had something important to share, David knew about it first and vice versa. With Hortensia, well, they had the most common sibling relationship, they loved each other but they constantly fought, but they always reconcile (The Song sister hate always makes me think about them) Thomas being the youngest, she treat him as the baby of the family he is

Now, after getting curse, Cassy got separated from them, and while she tried, differents reason made it almost impossible for her to reunite to them. But don´t worry! She wasn´t alone! She made a Cursed family, cursed in the magical sense

We have Aziel first! he has been cursed since he can remember, and for this, he was abandoned when he was really young. He managed to survive on his own, but then he found Casandra, after she had just been cursed. He took care of her, and with time, they became a family. They trust each other with their lives, and Azi is one of the few people that Cassy trusts to treat her wounds without hesitation.

Then we have Damian, he is also cursed. He was on his own for a while, He struggled to survive, he didn't know what to do for a while, desperate, he started to steal and con people, He lived like that for a while, when he met Azi and Cassy, he tried to scam them. Telling them he knew more about their curse, and that he would help, for a price of course.

And they have been together since! They have their disagreements and misfortunes, but they do their best

So yeah! That is it! This was a long one! Thank you for the ask!Sorry for the wait!

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Movie reviews for spooky season!

A Haunted House movie who’s big tag line for promotion was ‘It’s not the house that's haunted’... This film depends on good characters, a creepy atmosphere, uneasy anxiety and scary imagery. James Wan is a legend for launching the ‘Saw’ franchise, and is possibly the best at practical effects in the modern horror genre.

We see a family move into a big old house that happens to be perfect for this haunting movie. Old school, lots of nooks and crannies. The Lambert family seems to have been pretty happy before all this went down. Josh (Patrick Wilson) is a teacher, Renai (Rose Byrne) is a piano player and the boy Dalton (Ty Simpkins) is the kid who likes to get into shit. When he eventually finds himself in the attic, he falls off a ladder. The next morning he doesn't wake up, the doctors say its coma but signs show otherwise.

Renee is the most convinced something supernatural is going on. Doors and windows are opening and closing on themselves. Boxes that are still heavy packed with things are getting shuffled around by who knows what. We (the audience) becomes even more sure than she is as we begin to see the beast in shadows.

The pacing begins to suffer a bit in the second act. As Renai becomes more and more aware of the creepiness and how real it really is, Josh the father starts staying at work to grade papers later than normal, and we get a good twenty minutes of Renai trying to convince Josh something is up. The acting is what saves this section, with some really good performances, its hard to notice the lull in story telling until watching a second time.

They hire a psychic named Elise Rainier (Lin Share), who send over two helpers who mainly exists for comic relief (Angus Sampson and the writer of the film Leigh Whannell). Lin Shaye actually becomes the face of the Insidious franchise, in this first film though, she comes to break the ice and let this family know exactly what she knows this to be by experience.

FINAL THOUGHTS

James Wan nailed this movie when it comes to practical effects, make up, and creating tension by real creepy imagery. There are a lot of jump scares in this film, but the difference is, and the reason this movie is better than all the cookie cutter genre films, is because every scare has some sort of pay off. Every time the score gets more dramatic something actually pops up that is creepy and the camera doesn't just cut away instantly, it lingers on the frame to let us see the creäture we are looking at.

The music plays beautifully with the direction. Lots of stringed instruments playing choppy, creepy chords. The cinematography plays off the writing in the same way, becoming paler in certain instances and brighter in others.

This movie does remind me of my past as well. I remember watching this for the first time in 2011. The scene in Dalton’s room with his dad, Josh. Josh is looking over all of his son’s drawings and comes across a duo that writes ‘Last night I watched myself sleep, and then I flew away.’ As Josh breaks down crying, he is convinced that his son can in fact astro project. In my case, this is called lucid dreaming. I used to be able to know I was dreaming. I used to be able to see myself sleeping and fly away too. Coincidentally, as I've gotten older its become more impossible to lucid dream again. Maybe what they say is true. A childlike mind is so free and capable of anything.

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We all have to live with the choices we've made. All our lives, the choice we made will follow us, haunt us and perhaps even cost us everything. Better walk a path you don't regret going down.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Peter Mason Pettigrew

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Pete, Wormtail (marauders only), Pettigrew

AGE: Twenty Two

BIRTH DATE: June 5th, 1957

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Man. He/him

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Flat outside the Leaky Cauldron, Central London, Diagon Alley

OCCUPATION: Obliviator, Obliviator Headquarters, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Wilbur (great horn owl), Roly and Poly (two puffskein)

WAND: Laurel wood with a dragon heartstring core, 14 and slightly springy flexibility

PATRONUS: White Mare (prior to betrayal), Vulture (after the shift and betrayal)

BOGGART: A graveyard filled with friends and loved ones

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: soft aftershave, apple blossoms, hints of charcoal and fir scent

INSPIRATION

SONG: Wild and Free by Lena, Sinner's finale (tnbee version), Villains aren't born by Peggy, Out of the woods by Taylor Swift, This bitter earth/On the Nature of Daylight by Clyde Otis, Two Birds by Regina Spektor, Monster by Jorge River-Herrans

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: a long corridor that winds into the unknown, movement flittering through the grass, a big tree aging and dying, a pile of ash out of which a small sapling grows, the flicker of a candle, the sudden sounds of thunder in the night, the vastness of the ocean, a face hidden within a mirror, shadows cancelled out by light, a piano playing a hasty tune before it slows down, the fall of snow, the sound of laughter echoing, polaroids holding memories, the black and white swan, quills scratching over paper and parchment, a warm embrace

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Martha Pettigrew née Burke & Frank Pettigrew

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to him.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Gryffindor

EXTRACURRICULAR: frog choir, charms club, dueling club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Care for Magical Creatures, Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, Divination, Theory of Magic, Transfiguration

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 6'0

SCARS: Various small ones from their adventures as animagi.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: Average in appearance, high in truth. Adaptive.

SKILLS: animagus (unregistered, skilled), occlumency (skilled), legiliemency (decent), flying (decent), wandless magic (practicing), obliviation spells (adept)

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, patient, creative

NEGATIVE TRAITS: quiet, secretive, mischievous

MBTI: ISFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Born June 5th, Peter Pettigrew was a summer baby in every way of the word. To his mother, the witch, he was a magical gift while to his father, and the remaining muggle side of the family he was simply a bundle of joy to behold. A family, complete and happy at first the boy grew up with a loving mother and a seemingly caring father. To Peter, his mother, and the world she came from; the magic, it was everything the boy could ever hope for. His father on the other hand was a strong person to look up to and although he had a different background, someone the young boy could see himself growing up admiring.

It was only through the years that it became more and more obvious just how different the worlds were. Where Peter was drawn toward the magic and mystery of his mother, his father had other ideas. Always having dreamt of the more muggle-side of things for his son, it was hard to understand that the young boy would instead spend time with his mother and her stories rather than him or the neighbour’s kids. Where others played football, Peter learned about quidditch. Where others would read the fairy tales of the brother’s Grimm, he was busy imagining what it would be like to attend Hogwarts and make friends that were like his mother, and, so he hoped, like him as well.

What a joy it was when his letter finally arrived. There had been some hints over the years, the odd thing here and there but without the confirmation they now held there wasn’t time to assume, only a chance to hope. Peter’s mother was thrilled, happy to see her child go down the path he’d always wanted and she, secretly as to not anger her husband, dreamt of time and time again. And so, he went off on his first big adventure. When it came to sorting the hat seemed to struggle, unsure as to whether placing him in Gryffindor or Slytherin would be the better option but eventually – after what seemed like solid minutes – decided that the lion within the boy was stronger than the sneak hidden underneath.

From there on life was a whirlwind of classes and time spent with his new friends. It was the first time that the usually rather introverted boy was forced – in the nicest way possible – to come out of his shell and bond with others. Those three accepted him the way he was, the quiet one out of them all although at times trying to rival the others in boastfulness. The Marauders as they came to be known were both friends as well as role models; everything Peter ever wanted to be, right there in front of him.

During his third year’s summer break Peter was confronted with the realities of war for the first time ever. Of course, the hints had been there and even the people that seemed to act so much better than them and others, but this was something different all together. While out shopping for his books and quills and other equipment there was an attack, the first of many. His father did not survive. His mother, grief-stricken as she was struggled to cope at first and so Peter did the one thing, he thought would bring him comfort. He hid away at Hogwarts, let the flow of classes take him in whatever direction it pleased and in between brought about as much mischief as him and the other could manage.

It was also around that time that in unity and to help and accompany their friend Remus, James, Peter, and Sirius opted the long arduous journey of becoming animagi. While at first the form of a rat seemed silly to him, the young boy came to like this shape all the more over the years. There were certainly benefits to being small rather than something grand like the other two.

Outside the walls of Hogwarts, the war was progressing. Every now and then the halls would be filled with whispers of the latest attack or suspicions as to who had been behind them. It was rather obvious to the four, with the Dark Lord seemingly more determined than ever. It was during those times that Peter couldn’t help but miss his father. The boy had been far too young to understand what the loss would mean in the coming years and was now forced to face it all the more for it. His mother was his rock, his three friends the walls that kept him ground and happy, but every now and then a thought he’d never voice out loud would sneak in: What if he’d been more of a father’s boy? What if he’d just played with the other kids and stayed behind living a muggle life? Of course, Peter didn’t regret the choice itself. It was fear that snuck in and every now and then took a hold, shook him to his core before letting him recover.

Upon graduation the boy turned young man joined up with the ministry. Whether it was a need to hide away or the wish to give others the oblivion he at times dreamt of, Peter became an obliviator; taking the memories of those not meant to know and, occasionally, those that wanted to step away from this life. While he couldn’t see himself doing so, he very well could understand why others might want to. The next step on the list was the Order of the Phoenix. With Sirius, Remus and James joining up, how could he not? And of course, Lily. All of their friends really, for the most part they’d all joined. It was bone-chilling each time he stepped through a door for a meeting only to be greeted by the faces of classmates and friends, now looking back at him with a determination that was hard to match.

Peter wasn’t entirely sure what the choice made would have in store for them. He doubted they’d be free of consequences, but for now there wasn’t much that they could do other than stick together, do their best and survive the war; a war that hopefully would be won by their side eventually. Just as long as they all could survive.