#WOD tour

[clanlasombrasp]

The search for a weapon: Part 1.

Toledo, Spain. Mid August, 2046. At dusk...

She was in front of the bookstore, in that narrow alley behind the imposing cathedral. It had already gotten dark half an hour ago, and on that occasion she didn't want to waste time changing the length of her hair or her style.

Beatriz Fosca Shade

She knocked on the wooden and glass door. There was still light inside despite the hour. From outside, one could see the numerous books and files piled up inside. No one opened it, she pushed the door open. A bell rang as she entered.

-"¿Hola?¹" - She said in Spanish, with a slight Catalan accent that she hadn't yet gotten rid of despite the years she had spent living outside her native Barcelona.

A deep cough was heard behind one of the piles of books, on the old and enormous solid wood counter. -"Estoy a punto de cerrar...²" - a man's voice answered, of a certain age.

The old bookstore.

-"Perdone. No lo sabía... pero estaba buscando...³" - she wasn't allowed to finish the sentence.

-"Aquí no hay guías turísticas de la ciudad, ni novelas históricas, ni prensa diaria... ¡solo trabajo con material relacionado con el pueblo Judío en Toledo!⁴" - He said it rudely, the man must have received a lot of tourists every day...

-"Oh, no. Sé a qué se dedica, señor Solomon. Pero no busco las obras de Maimónides ahora. Los gemelos Girón, de Córdoba, me dijeron que usted tenía una copia auténtica de 'El libro de la Tela de Araña'...⁵" - the woman told him with a malicious smile.

The man of about sixty years, bald, with a gray mustache and glasses attached to his neck by a gold chain seemed nervous when he heard that young woman talk about that book.

-"No conozco a esas personas...⁶" - he answered while his nostrils trembled.

-"Por supuesto... por eso tiene un recorte de prensa con la necrológica de los hermanos justo en tu mostrador, al lado de la caja registradora...⁷" - she pointed him in that direction with a gesture of her right hand.

The old man gulped. How had he seen it? That part was completely dark. -"Err... Ese libro no es real, es una leyenda...⁸"

-"Pero no niegas tenerlo... porque está aquí, verdad?⁹" - she said looking him in the eyes. She used her Dominate power on him.

The man nodded, unable to control himself. He pointed at some old scrolls right next to the cash register.

The woman walked over to them and picked them up. They were quite heavy for a normal person, luckily she was much stronger than she looked. -"Escondidos a plena vista... buen truco, señor Solomon.¹⁰"

She took them to a table, pushing aside the books that were there to make room to open the large scrolls of parchment.

"Son inútiles... están escritos en un dialecto casi olvidado... su contenido es inservible...¹¹" - he began to tell the woman. She turned her head towards him and walked straight towards the old man. She grabbed him tightly with both hands, one on each side of his head. And squeezed... his skull exploded in a shower of blood, bone and brain matter that stained her from top to bottom and a good part of the books and furniture around them...

-"Veamos quién tenía razón en este asunto, viejo carcamal...¹²"

The Book of the Spider's Web...

To be continued...

[jakeyt]

Something

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: On a rainy day, Jake's Les Paul gives you an idea.

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: fluff <3; cursing; sexually explicit content (18+, MINORS DNI); light dom/sub; oral sex (m + f receiving); unprotected penetrative sex

a/n: so, i was watching gvf's pinkpop performance of wod/highway tune yesterday (my personal fav) . . .and i got a filthy idea. i couldn't get it out of my head, so 6,700+ words later, here we are. this is the first smut i'm putting on here, so i'm admittedly very nervous. 🥲

if there is some possible way you haven't heard 'something' by the beatles, i would give it a listen while you read :)

thank you to @joshym for always proofreading/editing. ily <3

i hope this filth is received kindly lmao <3

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Something

It was a lazy morning in the middle of spring. The flowers that you were watering right outside your home were in full bloom. The sight made you happy, and the strumming on the guitar that you heard through the open window made your heart flutter. A small smile was fitted to your face.

Life couldn’t get any better. 

The guys were on a slight break from their recent touring, giving you ample time with your boyfriend, Jake. 

You missed him terribly when he was gone on tour. Though, you had decided years ago when you’d started dating, that you didn’t want to live your life only to follow him along wherever he went. You wanted him to have his own time. Time to himself, with his brothers, to live out his passion. And had made the decision for yourself, too — you couldn’t abandon your own life plans like that.

You had dreamt forever of being a teacher, and you loved your students too much to leave them behind. And Jake loved that about you. He wanted you to be able to have the career you’d wanted for so long, just as he had his. His appreciation for your career only encouraged you more to stay behind and do what you loved. 

But these moments? You wished life was different. You wished you were living in a timeline where the two of you could always be together. 

The sounds he made while playing his guitar soothed you. He was playing some of your shared favorites on his guitar, making butterflies erupt. He knew how much music meant to you, just as it did him.

He loved that you two shared the understanding that there was intimacy like no other in music. These melodies you heard made it so clear that he was communicating to you through the melodies. Different tunes took you through untouchable moments in time. Moments the two of you had so sweetly shared. 

The thunder that rolled in the clouds above you shook you slightly from your love-struck thoughts. You peeked up to see the sky. In your daze, clouds had started to gather above. When you’d come out an hour or so ago, the sky was mostly blue, only a few clouds littering. 

The rain started coming quicker than you could cooperate with. You ran to the spout to turn off the hose water, and as you turned it off, you realized you left the hose itself draped across the lawn. 

Dammit. Now you’d have to go back around the house to gather it all up. You wished you had grabbed it when you came to the spout. As you smashed your feet though the grass that only seemed to continually grow wetter and wetter by the stomp, you turned the corner to come back to the front of your house. 

You had no choice but to halt your steps, colliding with a hard chest. You almost slipped in the wet grass. You looked up to the person in front of you, already knowing it was Jake. 

Your eyebrows scrunched. “Go back in! You’re going to get wet,” your voice elevated as the rain seemed to start coming down even harder. 

You were already completely drenched, your hair heavy on your head, just as the clothes on your body. You watched him bite his lip. Hooded eyes scanned over you, stopping at your tank top, where your nipples were completely hardened underneath.

He blinked away the lust in his eyes and got back to the topic at hand.

“Babe,” his voice was also loud. “I’m already soaked,” he laughed, looking down to his partially-open button down. The rain was creating perfect droplets on his tanned chest. One of his toned pecs flexed slightly at the feeling of it. Your thighs tightened at the sight of it, a jolt at your core. “Just go inside, let me finish this.” 

You then looked down to where his hand had moved slightly and noticed the hose was in his grip. Tears then grew in your eyes at the sentiment. 

“Jake,” your tone was one of complete adoration, for more reasons than one. 

He was already wrapping the hose around his arm. He had a small smile on his face when he repeated, “Go. Inside.”

Your cheeks flushed and your bare feet shuffled to move past him, slipping slightly in the grass. From behind you, you heard him shout, “Baby, please be careful!” 

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You continued to heed his advice and moved with balanced steps on the hardwood floors of your home. The soles of your feet were daring to slip. 

You glimpsed the living room. You saw how he’d laid his acoustic guitar on the chair. It was odd to find it out of its case, or away from a stand. He’d obviously put it  down in a rush to help you as soon as the rain had started. 

Your heart springed in your chest, just thinking of the way he was. 

You were moving to put the guitar in its case or on the stand, when the sounds of your wet clothing made you think better of it. 

You were sloshing and dripping everywhere you went. You could hear your clothes and the slaps of the water falling to meet the floor. It wouldn’t be much of a repayment for you to soak one of his prized possessions, now would it? 

You decided to continue on to the master bathroom. Your skin was beginning to crawl at the feeling of your sticky clothing and heavy hair. 

You flipped on the shower and as it seemed to instantly fog the bathroom (yay, warm water), you hastily stripped your shorts and tank top.

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A while later, you were drying your hair in the bedroom and he was taking his shower in the master bath. 

Once your hair was dry enough for your liking, you rolled the cord around the base of the dryer and put it away. 

You rolled the sleeves to the sweatshirt you’d chosen to wear. You were now at a loss for what to do on a rainy day. 

You sat on your shared bed. Your eyes traveled around the bedroom. Then, they landed on his worn red Les Paul, sitting so prettily on the stand. 

Suddenly, an idea entered your mind that you simply couldn’t shake. Your cheeks flushed at the thought.

A sly smirk graced your features, and you had to cross your legs at the thoughts you were having. 

You suddenly knew exactly how you wanted to spend your rainy day. 

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You waited a while to bring the idea up to Jake. You thought it would entice him, but bringing up new ideas for the bedroom could be slightly daunting to you. 

You knew he loved everything you’d thought to do up until this point, but this one involved his first love. You were intimidated to bring his Les Paul into the bedroom, but you just had to try what was now settling in your mind. 

You hoped he’d be okay with it. 

A movie was rolling on in the background as the two of you sat, curled up on the couch. The rain still pitter-pattered against the roof and windows. You were so comfortable, legs strewn over him, one of his hands going back and forth between your thighs, massaging the tops of them.  

Your hand played in his long hair. Jake was scrolling through Pinterest, scheming what he wanted to make for dinner. His lips smooshed together and shifted back and forth as he pondered. 

The way he expertly rubbed your thighs, the fullness of his pink lips, and the mustache that sat on his upper lip was making your tummy do somersaults. 

These simple things, along with your guitar thoughts, had your core quivering for more.  

It was now or never. 

“So, babe,” you halted your movements in his hair. Your hands came to rest in your blanket-covered lap. 

You connected eyes with him, and his lips pouted, “Why’d you stop?” 

You sighed, moving your legs so that you were sitting criss-cross underneath the blanket. When you moved, his hand had fallen from your legs. His bottom lip jutted out even further. 

“Jake,” you started again, fiddling with a loose blanket thread. “How would you— I was thinking—,” you huffed. Just spit it out. “Would you be okay with—. Ugh.” 

“Sweetie,” he laid a hand on your thigh again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. His phone clicked off, and he scooted up from his spot, turning to look at you directly. “It’s just me.”

You looked in his eyes. “Earlier, I thought of something,” you turned your body to face him more. “A new idea for the bedroom.”

His eyes blinked at the subject. “Oh, yeah?” His lips quirked. “You know I’m always down for new ideas.” 

You grew some confidence at him reminding you of what you already knew about him. “You know how music is so important to us both,” he nodded, a sweet grin gracing his full lips at the fact. “Well, I was thinking . . .how would you feel about playing your guitar?” His eyes were questioning. You continued, “While I. . . While I blow you?” 

He started coughing on a breath he drew. You looked up to see his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. You patted at his back. The smallest tear escaped his eye and he got up from the couch. 

You followed him to the kitchen where he opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of water. 

He took a long swig from the bottle. And when he released one more cough after that drink, he took another. 

He came towards you, meeting you at the island in the middle of the kitchen, eyes still watering. “I’m sorry, that was just—.” He shook his head, “It was just.”

You stepped back, nerves creeping all over again. “Oh,” You cast your eyes downward. “Okay. I totally get it. That’s why I didn’t want to bring it up. I know that involving the guitar probably wasn’t the best ide—.”

You felt his hands grip your shoulders, your head coming up. You blinked at him. “Baby,” he gave a huff of a laugh. “That is the complete opposite of how I feel about the idea. I think it’s a fucking brilliant idea.”

Your eyes grew bigger. You stepped closer to him, “Really?”

“Sweetie,” his eyes were soft again, consoling your fading worries. “The woman I love most sucking my dick while I play the guitar?” He draped his arms around your waist, bringing your front to his. You could feel a familiar hardness against your hip.

“There’s some rules, though,” you let the feeling pressed to your hip encourage you further, pushing into it. He groaned at the move. “You would have to play a song of my choosing,” you paused. “One you know, of course. But. . .,” You looped your arms around his neck. “If you mess up —if one chord is even slightly off . . . I'll stop.”

His cock pulsed against you. “Holy shit,” he breathed. 

He scooped his hands underneath your ass and sat you on top of the island. His voice was low and sultry when he said, “Am I totally naked while I’m playing?” 

You hadn’t even thought of how naked he’d be behind the instrument. You felt your shorts get wet at the thought, having spared your underwear after the shower.

“Oh yeah,” your tone dripped with lust. You laced your legs around his waist, bringing him as close as he could come to you. “And you have to play it laying on your back. In this plan, we’ll be on the bed.”

“Sounds like a good challenge,” he smirked. Then, he seriously asked. “Electric or acoustic?”

“Electric.”

His brown irises were the darkest you’d seen them in a long time. Your skin heated at his look. You didn’t have time to think as he dove in and crashed his lips to yours. Your pussy flexed at the action. 

The urgency behind his kiss caused you to fly straight back. Your shoulders would have hit the counter hard if he hadn’t strategically placed his arms to be a cushion for your back. 

He dipped his tongue between your lips, and massaged your own tongue with his. He licked at every part of your mouth, wanting to taste you. You could only hope you tasted as good as he did. He tasted like his minty fresh toothpaste. Any time Jake showered, even if it was mid-day or late at night, he brushed his teeth. It was almost like a ritual for him. You loved his attention to hygiene.

He took his mouth from yours and started kissing a wet trail down your neck. He licked a trail from your collarbone all the way to your jawline and you lustily whined for the duration of the action. 

“My love,” he said into your ear. He then went behind your ear and nipped at the sensitive skin. “I want to hear you as much as I can. Be loud.”

He then completely abandoned your upper half, your legs falling from his hips. He knelt in front of you to rip away your sweatshorts. 

You felt his warm breath against your thigh, in contrast to the open air hitting your naked center. He hotly said, “No underwear?”

“Nope. It didn’t align with my plan.”

“You would be correct, sweet girl,” his breath was soothing steam against your sticky heat. His hands grabbed the undersides of your thighs, kneading the flesh. 

And then you felt his tongue go completely flat at your slit. He licked a precise stripe up the center of your folds. From the very bottom of your pussy to right above your clit, he’d added a healthy amount of wetness. 

You groaned, earning you a few more expert slides of his tongue, back and forth over the same area he’d treated before. Though, the more he went, the sloppier they got. It always went this way: the wetter and louder you were, the less meticulous he became. 

He couldn’t ever seem to concentrate, with how your sounds and reactions affected him. He always said that the way you reacted to sex sent shockwaves to his mind. Nothing else could make him go so wild.

Hence the fun of your idea.

He gripped your thighs, bringing them down closer to him. And before you knew it, he was balancing your bare legs on his shoulders, standing up with his arms wrapped around your back. He was keeping you steady as he moved you both to the bedroom. 

His mouth didn’t leave your heat for even a second. 

The trek wasn’t long, or else you’d have been out of sorts worried about causing his shoulders and back irreparable damage.

And he didn’t give you much time to think as he placed your backside delicately on the bed, sitting up. He rose from how he’d had to kneel to sit you down, opting to strip you of your oversized sweatshirt. 

Your breasts immediately flared with goosebumps at the change in temperature. The cool air forced your nipples into even harder peaks. The way he was looking at them made your cheeks warm. 

“I just love your fucking body,” he knelt down in front of where you sat and held a breast in each hand. He massaged the flesh. The rough tips of his fingers that accompanied the gentle, knowing touch elicited a moan out of you. 

He grinned, then rubbed his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. “You like the way I touch them, huh, baby?” 

He flicked his eyes up to yours and winked. He knew how much you loved the stimulation of your breasts. You threw your head back when he licked his way around your right nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. You couldn’t help it. You had to look down to see him work his mouth over you. 

Watching his mouth work tirelessly at your nipple made you buck your hips up with want for more. 

And somehow the desperate action made you remember the objective at hand. As much as you wished for him to continue, you pushed Jake back by his shoulders. You weren’t supposed to be the vulnerable one. 

His eyes were equal with desire and disappointment at the loss of contact with your body. 

“No, Jake,” you firmly stated. You stood up on shaky legs, moving around him. “The objective is not me. It’s about you, your Les Paul, and your dick in my mouth.”

He eyed you from his place, still on the floor. But you could see the slight twitch in his flannel pajama pants. “But I wanted you to feel pleasure, too, baby.”

You bent on a shaky knee to meet him, “Sweetie, making you happy will bring me pleasure.” 

His eyebrows dipped. “But you won’t—.”

You came up from your knee. You gazed down at him, then held a finger up. “Stop. I’m in charge.”

He looked your entire figure up and down and then raised his eyebrow at you, “Yes ma’am.”

He stood up, coming close to you, though you held a hand up for him to not come too close. It might have looked like you were doing it out of dominance, but you were really doing it to keep him far enough away that roles wouldn’t reverse. He held so much sex in his pinky alone, and you wanted the upper hand.

“If you pass the test, we have sex. And for me, having you inside of me is what gets me off best,” you lifted his self-cropped gray t-shirt over his head. His silver pendant necklace connected with his tanned skin. You were stern with him and placed your hands on his chest, “That’s why it’s imperative you don’t falter.”

You traveled down to the waist of his pants and hooked your fingers into the waistband, slowly dragged them down.

His thick length sprang up as soon as the pants moved past it. The sight of the glistening pre-cum at his smooth, pink tip made your mouth water. 

You were glad to see he wasn’t wearing underwear. Around the house, he rarely wore underwear if he was in comfy clothes. 

You stayed where you were, appreciating just how neatly groomed he always was. You hadn’t forgotten how attentive he was to it, but seeing it again? It made your stomach flame up.

His cock pulsed as you looked at it. You felt your own arousal father at the sight.

“Oh, Jakey,” you cupped his sac, holding it softly in one hand. You were not going to touch his cock yet. He’d have to wait. He whimpered at the feeling of your hand, playing with his balls. “You like that, baby?”

You looked up from where you had kneeled in front of him, his eyes were clamped shut. His head was thrown back, per usual at your attention to his lower region. He hummed an agreeing response. 

“No, no,” you took your hand away. “This is practice time, baby. Rehearsal,” you skated your hands over his bare thighs as you lifted up to stand with him. “If you can’t even keep it together when I’m holding your balls. . .I’m worried about how you’re going to do when my mouth is doing the work.” 

He blinked his eyes at you a few times. His eyebrows turned in, he pleaded. “Babe, I’ll do better,” he leaned in and gave you a small kiss. He brushed your hair behind your ear. “Please?”

Your stomach fluttered at his devotion to the task. “Go get your guitar,” you gave the order, trying to keep your voice steady. 

He walked over to the guitar that stayed on the stand in your room when he was home. It was the older of the two of his nearly-twin guitars. His original. He picked it up, then balanced it on the bed. 

“If I don’t fix this, she’s going to be on top of my dick,” he nodded at his guitar. Then he looked at you and lifted one thick brow. “And that’s where you need to be.”

He then made quick work of adjusting the strap to where the body of the instrument would sit against his stomach rather than where it usually rested. 

He looped the strap over his head when he finished. The sight was unusual. You’d never seen the Les Paul rest so high on his body. 

He looked down, wrapped his hand around the neck and looked at you. His mouth lifted with a laugh, “This feels weird as fuck.”

You giggled with him, “Yeah, it’s definitely more ‘Lennon-esque’,” you swayed your hips as you walked towards him. “But you still make it look so sexy.” 

You gave him one chaste kiss on the lips, taking only a minute to deepen it. When you pulled back, his lips were plump and looked so ready to be kissed again. But you denied the urge. You were ready to test the idea. 

“Go plug in to the amp and lie down,” You wanted to be firm with him. Be in control. “I still have to tell you the song.”

He turned and picked up the small amp that stayed in the room. Once he had it situated at his side of the bed, he plugged his guitar into it. The sound of the feedback as it got plugged in made you push your thighs together. You saw him move his arm and strum a few chords from the back, his naked ass flexing slightly while he geared up the guitar. 

It was a sight. It looked almost like normal. Almost how he always looked when he checked the sound of the instrument . . .though this time, clothes were exempt. You were glad this scene was for your eyes only. You didn’t ever want to share this version of him tuning it up with anyone else.

Once he felt it was good to go, he laid (mostly) down. He situated a couple of pillows behind his head to give him some sort of leverage. 

When he’d gotten situated, you admired the sight. His guitar was laying across his body, while his erection was still fully present. The way it stood at attention in the air, the worn red body of the guitar right next to it . . . It was something so pornographic. You wanted the image sealed in your mind forever.

“I’m going to be honest,” you spoke, tearing your eyes away from him, wanting to keep some sort of composure. You walked to the Amazon Alexa you kept in the bedroom. “I couldn’t choose one song. So, I just went with a random one I’ve been wanting to hear you play again. It’s been a while.” 

He blanched at that. “It’s been awhile?!” He sounded worried. “I kind of want to stand a chance at passing this little test of yours, sweetie.” 

You raised a brow at him.

“Jacob Thomas, you can hear a song once and instantly know how to play it,” you checked to make sure the speaker was plugged in. “It’s not going to be a big deal for you. You know it. Don’t stress.”

“I don’t want to mess up and make you stop,” his eyes glazed over. “I love the way your mouth feels too much to lose it. I wanna be good for you, baby.”

Your clit fluttered at that. He wanted to be good for you. 

“Then be a good boy and tune your guitar again. You don’t want to know the consequences if it’s even slightly out of tune,” you turned on the lamp at his bedside, the dark room needed some sort of light. Daytime was fading, rain still ticking against the window. “Don’t worry about the song until it starts playing.”

He went about his tuning and mid-strum, he suddenly questioned, “Why are you making Alexa play the song if I’m going to be the one actually playing it?” 

“The speaker will help to keep me aware of any possible mistakes,” you tapped it and then pointed at your mouth. “I’m going to be a little preoccupied to only rely on memory. My brain goes a little fuzzy when I. . .”

He swallowed thickly, blinked a couple times and nodded. “Makes sense.”

 You watched him go along with his tuning and decided to have another little practice. You sauntered over to him, and sat down on the edge of the bed, next to his leg.

He didn’t look up from what he was doing until he heard you spit in your hand. 

You placed your wet hand around his thick shaft, you gave it a couple of pumps. You looked him in the eyes, testing him. He knew if he stopped doing what he’d been doing that you would stop. He knew exactly what this was. And he wasn’t going to mess it up like he had before. 

You let your slick thumb rub in the crease at the base of his pretty pink head. You then took the precum from before (and the extra that had gathered since), and rubbed it from the slit of the head all the way around the head. 

You glanced up to see his face and the sight was beautiful. There was already a slight sheen of sweat forming at his hairline. He was working so hard for you. And then—.

There was one slight twang of a string. You took your hand away. 

He moaned. “You can’t. . .it was just a little—.”

“Gotta do better next time, baby,” you got up from your spot. “Is the guitar about ready?”

He gave the smallest glare. Then he reached up, using the back of his hand to wipe at his forehead. He placed his fingers on the correct frets and played the beginning of ‘Highway Tune’ to test out the sound.

His face was concentrated, looking down to see his fingers go. You watched, too. And besides his fingers going crazy, the music was obviously flawless. Holy shit. You weren’t sure you were going to survive this. You were sweating, flushed, and your thighs felt wet from being clenched around your core.

What were you going to do if you got distracted by him and stopped going when he was doing perfectly fine? You would lose all of your high-standing in the situation and you’d simply look like a loser.

The competitive streak suddenly came to life inside your chest. Your heart started beating so fast.

Or, you noticed how fast your heart had been beating all along. 

“Okay, stop,” you said firmly. “You miss one little strum, even the smallest string of a note, I stop. Got it?”

His brown eyes were unaware of your inner conflict and were doe-like as he nodded to agree. He wanted to be good.

“Alexa, play—.”

“Wait,” his voice was frantic. “Is it the entire guitar part or just a solo I’m playing?”

Before you spoke, Alexa’s monotone voice did. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

You rolled your eyes at the device. “Alexa, stop,” you surveyed him. You hadn’t thought so specifically. So, you thought on the spot. “Anytime you hear a guitar playing, you play.”

“Rhythm or lead?”

Damn, good questions. These were things you really hadn’t thought of initially. You‘d just thought of the grand scheme. And, while you both loved music, he was the guitar player. It technically was his job to help remind you of these things. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t slightly embarrassing in this situation.

But, you kept your cool. You tried not to think of the little holes you’d left in the plan. 

“Lead.”

He nodded, then cast his gaze down to look upon his guitar. His fingers tapped against the body, waiting patiently. And, like a pro, his tanned cock continued to stand at attention. 

“Be ready,” you warned. He visibly gulped. You made your way to the bed, combing a hand through the front of your hair, tucking a piece behind your ear. “Alexa,” you situated yourself between his legs, ass in the air. You knew your body drove him crazy, so you’d use it. “Play ‘Something’ by The Beatles.”

You let the sexy act go, and peeked up at him. He was already gazing so lovingly towards you. You two lazed grins towards each other. As though you were sharing a secret.

Back when you’d started dating, this song seemed to play everywhere you two would go. And so, it had gotten deemed special for the two of you, by the two of you.

It was really silly, but you two had been kids then. Thinking up something for everything.

“Playing ‘Something’ by The Beatles.”

While she repeated what you said, he placed his fingers in position. And without even knowing what it was supposed to look like, you knew he was right. You already felt a little wetness gather at your center, simply for how gifted and intellectual Jake was — especially with his craft. 

Right before it had begun, you sunk your mouth down over his tip. The taste of him was what your mind latched onto. He always tasted so sweet. You felt his body shiver. His legs shook on either side of you.

“Baby. . .” He sighed.

And when the guitar started, you closed your eyes to bask in the beautiful melodies Jake was already matching. He moaned and whined a few times here and there as you continued to flex your mouth over the top of him, but other than that, he was focused. He was magic.

You moved your mouth off of the top of him and then let your tongue lavish around the base of his cock. You licked it in long horizontal and vertical stripes, making a pattern of it. You occasionally went back to the top to give it proper attention. 

And once you’d made his skin glisten with the work of your mouth, you placed your hand on his base. Letting your hand do some work while you watched him play. 

The way his face would change as he played was so like the way it would on stage while playing, but this time, there were little whimpers that accompanied the faces he made. You knew the faces were not only meant for the guitar in this moment, he was reacting to you more than anything now. 

His fingers moved in precise motion, the veins in his hand showing as it flexed around the neck of the guitar. 

He still hadn’t missed a chord. Damn. As if you needed to be reminded of just how incredible Jake was. 

You licked around the slit at his tip and then licked in the crease just below the head, where your thumb had been earlier. You loved this spot on him, almost hidden between the head and length of him. 

You took the top half of him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly up and down while also letting your tongue swirl in and around your favorite spot. 

You let extra saliva leak from your mouth, right before you hollowed your cheeks out. You then brought a hand to his shaft and stroked it liberally, grateful for the lubricant you’d provided. It was so slick to the touch, your hand glided perfectly. 

He breathed a combined whimper and moan when you added one more hand to the mix, grasping his balls. You rolled his sac in your hand. So fucking smooth.

You decided to massage his balls, giving them attention. With all of these actions combined, one chord stayed slightly longer than it should have. But you pretended not to notice. You were too engaged with your own activity at hand.

You started humming the melody as you swallowed as much of him as you could. He whined at the new vibrations that only added to the present pleasure.

Meanwhile, you generously stroked at him, but added just the slightest squeeze. His hips bucked as both of your hands continued their work, while your mouth sucked at him. You tightened your jaw and your lips went taut as you gave him one especially tight suck. 

Your mouth sounded like a little ‘pop!’ as you came off of his tip.

His breath seethed through his teeth. But he was a natural born rockstar, and played seamlessly through the hurdles thrown his way during a performance. The current hurdles being your mouth and hands.

The guitar solo was close. You couldn’t lose focus before then and you had to do your part to keep him steady. You had to stay consistent in your movements to keep his stamina going.

You grasped at his shaft, but realized it was becoming dry. So, right before it was time for the solo to start, you brought your head up. 

You gathered as much saliva as you could, and made sudden eye contact with him as you spit (drooled) it all onto his throbbing length.

Your center was aching.

His mouth fell open and you kept your eyes on his as the solo began and you moved your mouth around him. Your hand moved in the places your mouth couldn’t quite reach. Your movements went along to the rhythm of the music. You knew it like the back of your hand, making it one big—.

And his finger slipped off the string, right at the end of the solo. 

You sat up, deciding that was a big enough error to hold to your word. 

But, his eyes held such disappointment and guilt and longing . . . You felt for him. He never stopped playing, even as you stopped your efforts. He kept going. 

He’d also made it through almost the entire song, holding up his end of the plan so damn well. 

And his cock was just so pretty, standing up straight, waiting for more. 

You realized you just couldn’t hold to your word like you’d wanted to. 

Though, you did give his thigh a hard smack, and bit down on the flesh right on the inside of his thigh. So close to his most sensitive area.

“Shit,” he hissed through his teeth. “Won’t do it again,” he continued to play relentlessly. “Just so hot, babe.”

The flawless music he continued to make rushed through your ears. You knew the song was almost over, so you looped one of your legs around one of his. You moved it between your thighs to be in the right spot for satisfying friction and grinded down on it hard. 

“Oh,” his mouth was held in an ‘o’ shape at the feeling of you, wetting his leg with your arousal. It was the same big ‘o’ his mouth tended to make during a normal guitar solo. 

Fitting.

“You like that, baby?” 

His eyebrows drew together, nodding. 

You hadn’t taken the time until that moment to realize how sweaty he’d become. His forehead glistened, as did his nose and chest. The sweat dripped down from the middle of his pecs to the top of his tummy. 

Your mouth watered. 

His eyes stayed glued to the guitar, focus driven. His fingers moved expertly along the strings, finishing the song as if he had helped George Harrison write the song himself. 

You finally stopped your movements, wanting to admire the man beneath you. 

But he didn’t give you much time.

As carefully as he could manage, Jake slipped through the strap of the guitar, depositing it against the bedside table. And as soon as he was free of the constrictions from the instrument and your game, he took his control back. 

And you gladly let him. Almost.

He grabbed your ass, still sitting atop his thigh. But you moved his hands to resituate yourself. You climbed off of him, only to slip your legs to be knelt on either side of his abdomen. 

But Jake wrapped his arm around your waist and switched positions before you could even breathe. He wanted you below him. His chest was heaving as his swollen cock rested on your upper thigh.

Before anything else transpired, he got down on his forearms. He nudged your nose with his affectionately and captured your lips in a full kiss. There was barely any tongue, but his plush lips latched securely with yours. Puzzle pieces. 

“I love you,” he whispered when he pulled away. 

“I love you,” you sighed back to him. 

He ran his throbbing cock through your folds. Your body vibrated at the feeling. Then, he took it away. 

Sparing no time, he pushed in, sinking into you. Another puzzle piece.

Having just gotten him back from tour, you were still readjusting to the feeling of his girth. But when he started moving, home was found and you moved your hips in time with his. 

You knew neither of you were going to last long, but making love seemed priority to you both.

“Not a complicated song,” he huffed between thrusts. “But dammit if it was the most diffi—,” he slammed hard, making you both grunt at the motion. “. . .Most difficult with you doing all of that.”

You blushed, looking up to him. He was looking down to where your bodies were connecting. “Mission accomplished.”

He snapped his eyes back to you, “Mission enjoyed.” He winked at you, a suggestive smirk marking his lips. 

There wasn’t any more talking as he rounded his hips a few more times. He never let himself fully leave your center, obviously wanting to drive you to the edge.

It wouldn’t be hard. 

One, being Jake Kiszka’s girlfriend, was a constant loop of being on edge for the man. And two, with everything that you’d taken part in together that day, you’d been ready to release for a while. But this was the moment you’d wanted most. 

You’d wanted it with him. This connection. It was arguably what you missed most while he was away. These intimate moments, wrapped in time, for only you both. 

His hair was so long, it draped around your head like a curtain. You felt every single inch of him as he bucked into you, hearing the sounds your bodies made together. 

You moaned outright, “Jake,” your voice was husky. Your pussy clenched. You felt it coming.     

“Fuck, baby. I know,” his hips crashed to meet yours, the tip of him connecting to your g-spot.  

You whined loud, letting out gasps of encouragement and his name. 

Finally, your eyes met his, deep brown, and you held contact like that. You felt the entire world in his eyes. You lifted one hand to wrap at the base of his neck, under his hair, and left one to rest on his shoulder blade. His skin was completely tacky with sweat. Your bodies were vigorously moving to meet each other now. 

He stuck his thumb in his mouth, completely wetting it. And then, he slipped a hand between you, rubbing gentle circles on, around, and underneath your throbbing bud. 

After a few uneven thrusts, his body started to falter more in its ministrations. 

“I’m—,” he started. 

“Me too,” you gasped. 

His thrusts still guided you, and his thumb nudged just right against you. Everything you felt and saw was him. You shuddered as you hit your peak, your body stiffening. You threw your head back against the pillows. Your core was throbbing at the sensations. 

Then, he pushed in one more time, his sticky stomach meeting yours. He whimpered, and you could feel him spill inside of you. All of him. 

He stayed where he was for a second, his dick still pulsating inside of your walls. 

Then, he slipped out of you, going quickly to get a towel to clean the mess he’d helped to create. Once you were cleaned up, he laid his head to your chest, totally spent. 

His breath was warm against your breast. You combed your hand through his now-knotted hair. This was right.

You gazed down at him, his long hair swept across your stomach. Your heart pressed to your chest. You missed him.

When summer came and school let out, you would have to rethink not joining him on tour. You couldn’t take being away from him for so long. These moments were everything. 

“What do you think about joining the guys and me this summer, hm?” His fingers were tracing shapes into your hip. 

You grinned, braiding a few pieces of his hair when you responded, “You know, I just might have to.”

[historrietvspellingbook]

Ahead of myself again but I can’t help the brainstorming that is just happening. It happens to me from time to time. I know right now generally speaking we are on the “first day” so what’s up with my WOD we TOUR?

well on the right track. Now I’m holding onto what do I see? What am I looking at? What’s my focus. MAP from there I think.

But these hashtags, 👁️ remember the new war14 Or durr and I see the light. If I’m speaking in tongues then I’m “wrestling” with something. Wheel is ON but sometimes I drift into autopilot and it goes OFF. But I like awakening to my spark. I remember now, I use to LOVE being a sports entertainer and then I followed the dream and XXX lead the way. 🧵 my rolling $’GIN$

What’s up with Facebook today? My caveman advertisement.

PS just know I can only be so happy so I really do need you 💜 tDUB6996 am I in a blackout because of him? Two loves there.

[draugenrarities]

This is the first Bladee US tour in years that I’m gonna miss and he’s playing WoD shit

killing myself immediately

[solitude-klang]

Event Tour 2024 「火炎瓶」@OSAKA MUSE

RAZOR→THE MADNA→ザアザア

RAZOR ハイライト

剣さん出てきてすぐ靴を脱ぐ (笑) 壊れたらしく靴下でやってたら滑るからって最終的に裸足になってた

WODで���ロアに降りてきた猟牙さんがPA席に立ちお客さんにダイブして背中を預けお客さんの手に乗ってステージに戻ってきたところと

猟: Twitterやってる？今日(RAZOR)初めて見た人 フォローしてください

あとRAZORってバンドがかっこよくて 顔がよかったってツイートしてください

THE MADNA ハイライト

チュッパチャプスの台座がスカルになってて あのテーブルの上スカルヘッド3頭あったw

涼:RAZORさっきそこ(袖)で見てたんだよ

そこから見ると ここら辺（フロア下手側前方)と 衍龍くんの背中が見えるわけ で 俺がこう 見てたら衍龍くんがそれに気付いてさ こうやって(目合わせて舌出して)くれて

はぅぁぁぁああああああ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

惚れてまうやろぅぅ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

俺にだけ 俺にだけこうやって(さっき衍龍くんの真似)

OUTLAWは聖水を浴びた そんなに前にいたわけでもないのにすごい肺活量(笑)

ザアザア

黒スーツ衣装 楽器隊板付きでギターアレンジが先に入るのぞきたい

改めて！改めて 負ける気しねぇなぁ！

朗読は鈴虫 この朗読語ってるのは虫の生態なのになんかすごい寂しくて惹き込まれた

ありがとうございました ばいばいって片手を振ると

ばいばい初披露(？) めっちゃ良いじゃないか サビに被ってる春ギターもよいなぁ って初聴き堪能してたら歌い終えた一葵さんが袖へ去ってって 演奏を続ける楽器隊そのまま 両端から幕が閉まってゆくかっこよすぎる終わり方 なにこれまた惚れ直しちゃう

【Setlist】

のぞきたい

蜘蛛の糸

ラブレター

(朗読)

鈴虫

反骨ドッグ

不幸の始まり

ばいばい

セッション 亞んちゃん甚平(似合いすぎてて可愛い)あと3人浴衣

1曲目ギルガメの曲だと思うけどタイトルなんだっけ smashの次ぐらいに有名なやつ ←最初に言ってるevolutionがタイトルなのか(笑)

2曲目Sadieの迷彩 むしろ本家 やってくれるのではと思っていたのでイントロ聴こえ��鳥肌立った

あの人モノマネ上手いのかなぁ なんかだんだん涼太くんが真緒さんに見えてきた 笑

17時開演で持ち時間45分？ セッションまで終わって20時半くらいだったかな ソールドしてないの？ほんとにw 暑くて混んでて体力が

帰ったらゆっくり書くつもりです

[everestfitness]

WOD 7/7/2024

MOW Day #2

WOI/GYM

Front Lat Pulldowns (6 Sets)

Front Lat Pulldowns/Close Grip/Hand to Hand (4 Sets)

DB Bentover Lateral Raises (4 Sets)

Seated One Arm Lat Cable Rows (4 Sets)

BB Bentover Rows (4 Sets)

Seated Calf Raises/DB Bicep Hammer Curls (5 Sets)

One Arm Bicep Preacher Curls (4 Sets)

One Arm High Cable Bicep Pulls (4 Sets)

EZ Curl Bar Reverse Curls (4 Sets)

Bicep Cable Curls (2x20)

WO II/MOUNTAIN:

Mt. Wilson Trail up to First Water/3.5 Miles RT/970 Feet Climbed/Pack

WOD 7/6/2024

MOW Day #1

WO I/GYM

BB Flat Bench Press (12,10,10,8,6,4,2,10)/Crunches/Lower Body Flexibility Exercises 

DB Flat Bench Flyes (4 Sets)

DB Incline/30 Degree Press (4 Sets)

DB Incline/45 Degree Press (4 Sets)

Triceps Cable Rope Pulldowns (3 Sets)

Triceps Cable Pressdowns (3 Sets)

Incline Press Machine (3 Sets)

Triceps Dip Machine (3 Sets)

WOD7/5/2024

VENICE BEACH TOUR/Fish Tacos

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Sunday, 4 August, 2024.

Classes at 0730 and 1 PM.

It was 92 degrees at 1 PM, but "only" 85 under our blessed trees. And don't forget we have Big Ass fans.

Warmup

3 Rounds

10 Standing Banded Flys

Some of you liked this Pre-Bench Press flexibility exercise. Herb reluctantly tried it for a rep or 2.

Strength

Bench Press..........5 / 5 / 5 / 5 / 5 (All Greater Than 70%)

DB Rows...............5/5...5/5...5/5...5/5...5/5

Bernie/Chase=185 .....Coach=155.....Ed=140.....Herb=135 Tom=125 Linda/Britt/Elisa=85 WG/Alicia/Kayla/Maria/Sandy=maybe others=no posts, but did it.

WOD

20 Minute Every Minute On The Minute (EMOM)

20 Back Raises

6 Ground To Overheads.....(E=135/95/65)

15 / 12.....Calories Various ERGs.....(E=Rower)

50 Jump Ropes.....(E=DU)

SCORE: Completion all 4 exercises X 5 Rounds.

The WOD had no time or weight score. It was just an honor to finish it, and they all did.

Cool-Down:

Get some friends and tour the Arboretum. Any distance or Pace. Absolutely no one had the energy to do the Park in the heat.

Notes:

A smallish crowd. Not many people like to do strenuous workouts in this heat.

Maria returned. Prolly been here 4 times already but I had to be told her name. I usually remember the pretty and well behaved girls. I always remember the not so well behaved girls.

Chase goes to Alaska to hunt Black Bears with a bow & arrow next week. There are also Brown Bears and Grizzlies mixed in but he can't kill them. He can only look at them and take pictures. It has to be a Black bear. I think his Brother is going along to cover his back-side. After they kill it they have to skin it and carry the meat out while hiking past the Brown and Grizzly Bears. I hope to get a bear steak.

Tuesday at 4 PM.

[builttextough]

GERARD BARBARA

21-15-9-6-3 Reps For Time

Clean-and-Jerks (135/95 lb)

Knees-to-Elbows

For Time.

This Firefighter Hero WOD is dedicated to Gerard Barbara, FDNY, Assistant Chief, who was killed on September 11, 2001. Assistant Deputy Chief Gerard A. Barbara, 53, was, by all accounts, a Renaissance man. The longtime West Brighton resident was a citywide tour commander with the Fire Department, capping a 31-year career that began in Engine Co. 91-2 on 111th Street in Harlem. Along the way, he was the chief of the fire prevention and technical management units, trained in many fields, and was honored again and again.

He was named Man of the Year for 1999 by the Fire Department’s Columbia Association, an Italian-American fraternal organization on whose board of directors he had served. In 1980, Chief Barbara was given the Pulaski Association Medal, a medal of honor.

[antoniomartinezentertainer]

🎞️ Check out my latest IG Reel! 🎉

🎭 2 Performance Pix… Excited to announce I’ll be returning to @dancetothemovies for a quick spot tour this week at @caesarsac in New Jersey for a SOLD OUT show Aug 24th! Then back to Vegas to continue Reflection Residency with Carrie Underwood 💎! Very thankful for all of life’s beautiful opportunities.

Always love working with such talented dancers 🌟

Performing so many styles of dance in one show… From #ballroom to #jazzdance & even musical theatre 🎭

Special thanks to @thestandergroup : @standrman & @standerjackie for making it all possible.

Dance Rep: @msaagency

#VersatileDancer #dancetothemovies #MaleDancer #dance #dancers #musicaltheatre #dwts #sytycd #msafam #wod #antoniomartinez

[jinxthequeergirl]

Ash Williams meets Love languages(1: acts of service)

But First The Dishes

Ash williams x reader

Summary:you and ash do the dishes

Warning: mild swearing, light talk of trama

I'm gonna write ash in a situation using every love language this

~~~~~~~~

Ash and brandy had finally fallen asleep as did you, if it wasn't for the gun shot that came from the movie on the tv infront of you you probay would have stayed that way. You groaned uncomfortably as you shifted, your body was stiff, part from constantly being thrown across a room part from the position you where currently slumped in. Brandy lied in your lap while Ash had an arm around your shoulders head burried in the crook of you neck.

You could have stayed like that forever if you where being honest, no matter how it made your legs feel numb or how it strained your neck. They deserved a night of comfort like this, not nightmares, no monsters. Just this.

But first the dishes.

You carefully pushed ash to the oposite side of the couch, twisting your head this way and that to work out the kink, then carefully you pulled Brandy off of your lap then placed her on her fathers. Shaking and bending your legs to regain feeling. Eventually planting a kiss on each of their heads and heading to the kitchen.

They deserved more then just a peaceful night sleep, they deserved a clean home let alone a place to call home. You had managed to clean up the upper half of the house while everyone was away or asleep. Both Ash's bedroom and Cheryls old room making it more suited to brandy while also keeping it in tack for brandy, then set to work on cleaning up Brocks old room so kelly and pablo could stay there comfortably, every blood soaked stain, dingy light, shard of glass was cleaned and replaced.

And you could tell Ash started to notice, he started to relax in his own home more then he usually did. Now you slowly worked tour way through the living area, hoping to eventually get everyone to relax together in one room.

But now you did the dishes, they piled high in the sink and on the surrounding counter top everyone resorting to use paper plates or like some people, maily Ash, grabbed fist fulls of dry cereal and chased it with a long swig of milk straight from the carton. So you did the dishes, eventually you'd clean out the fridge and the cupboards filling them with real fresh food, then you'd sweep and mop and fix the tables right leg as it wabbled anytime you walked past.

But now you sorted the stack, bowls, plates, pans and silverwear all stacked to the side of the sink then you srubbed, rinsed, dry, repeate.

Though it was a small over time change it still mattered that you did this for them. For him. He didn't notice every part but when he was easily able to find something in his room he noticed, he noticed the hall way seemed brighter and the smell of wet dust didn't fill the air. Kelly noticed the towels in the bathroom where no longer constantly wet, pablo admired the real color of the wallpaper now that it wasn't stained a rusty red color. And Brandy was happy to have a place to call her own again. These things they didn't all outwardly say, but you could catch them looking and smiling. That was enough.

All this and you still felt itbwas the least you could do. Now you washed the bowls.

"Holy shit thats what the plates look like?" You jumped slightly at the sound of Ashs voice from the door. "I've never seen them not covered in shit." He added walking up next to you, You chuckled and continued to scrub. "What are you doing? It's almost midnight." He asked.

"The dishes. Something you obviously wouldn't know anything about." You said grining up at him. "Very funny. What do i do?"

You laughed. "See!" He rolled his eyes bumping into you so you wod make space for him infront of the sink. "I meant how can I help?" You blinked at him for a moment. "Did you hit your head? Who are you?"

"C'mon y/n I mean it. Let me help." You exhale through your nose for a moment and softly smile. "You're no use with that hand of yours." You start crossing the kitchen to grab a few things. "You dry, I wash." You said handing him a towel as you set another one close to the sink. "When i finish i'll set it here so it doesn't soak the counter top, make neat piles. Then we'll put them away." You said matyer of factly sticking your hands back into the water.

He didn't say anything, only nodded and took a glass from your hand and dried it off. You two worked in silence for a while, the sound of water sloshing and dishes clanking together was the only thing that filled the air.

"Thank you by the way." You hummed in response focused on a particularly tough grease stain in one of the pans. "For all the work you've been doing." Your eyes flicker to him for a moment. "It's the least i could do for you."

He put the current tupperware he was drying down and circled behind you wrapping you up in a hug. "Thank you." You smiled, leaning back into his body. "Of course." You reached up with a wet hand and touched his face.

"Now back to work." He recoiled from your wet hand in disgust. "Whats the matter ash!? Its just water I promise!" You say, dunking your hands into the sink and coming back up with bubbles cupped in your hands.

"Y/n no! I mean it!" He backed away from you laughing nervously.

"C'mon Ash! Its just water!"

"Y/n don't!" You brought your hands up to your face and quickly blew the bubbles at him. "Thats it!" He rushed to the sink, grabbing the hose and aiming at you. "You wouldn't!" You said holding your hands up ready to block him.

"Oh yea? whos laughing now!?"

"Ash wait! wait!" You yelled as he shot the water at you, unable to contain your laughter. "Ok! I surrender! I surrender!" You shook your hands off as he let the hose snap back into place.

The door to the kitchen opened quickly. "Is everhthing ok!? I heard yelling!" You and Ash laughed at Brandy. "We're fine, we're fine..sorry for waking you." You say walking back to the sink. She sighed in reliefe. "Good. What are you doing anyways?"

"Dishes, now c'mon over here and rinse for y/n" Ash said making room for her to squeeze in. She did so taking a plate you handed her and dunking it in the clean water the passing it to Ash.

"How was school?" You ask.

"It was alright, well actually we have this project-"

You listened to her talk about school, as ash made jokes or added input about when he was in school And smile.

This was all for them.

[momo-de-avis]

Not to defend the spanish but if you have not been exposed to other languages (everything dubbed and also if you havent ever do the minimun effort) it's really hard to understand other romance languages. I have had Spanish and French People who couldn't understand a single word of Catalan or Italian which where the same word because of pronunciation and my Latam colleagues who speak Spanish and Portuñol to Brazilians hand me the phone like there was Asmodeus on the line when a Portuguese person calls. And like they wish they could take the call and do the sale but they don't understand (I studied Portuguese here in Europe so I get the accent). Sticking to your language no matter what however, it's really imperialism.

But that's the problem with most spaniards visiting portugal. I used the tres y noventa example because, aside from the "v" in noventa turning into a "b" (which is actually common in many Portuguese accents btw), you pronounce it the exact same way in both languages. Many come here and don't just stick to their languages. Spanish is one of those languages that is spoken by natives very fast, and even that they don't tone it down. It's the attitude of "It's your duty to speak my language"

Like I exemplified elsewhere, in our company we do tours in english and spanish and the meeting point and time is the same for all. So Spanish speaking clients come to any of us and ask for the tour in spanish. Those who speak spanish are able to dialogue with them, but some of us don't, so we try to dialogue in english. The reaction from most isn't an attempt at communicating, or letting us know they don't understand. In fact, they understand perfectly what is being said, because they reply to our english questions with spanish. It's thia attitude of "I'm not even going to make an effort". It notoriously happens constantly with castillians visiting the country. They don't slow down, they didn't make an effort. They speak as they wod back home, and get offended when the average Zé can't understand them. Because the truth is, the portuguese are way too kind and actually make an effort, but it's situations like the tres y noventa that make it so frustrating

[every-marveler-ever]

Smooth(ie) Moves

Flufftober Day 22 | @flufftober | “Have you heard?”

Iron Husband Bingo Round 4 | 🗯️ @ironhusbandsbingo | Smoothies

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

Tony likes knowing everything, and Rhodey doesn't like not knowing. | tony stark/james 'rhodey' rhodes

flufftober 2022 I ihb 🗯️ round 4

Tony is nosy, everybody knows it as he sips his morning smoothie and asks anyone at breakfast that morning what was happening in everybodies lives. He’s good at it too, slowly pulling information out of you, “did you hear that the museum down the road is hosting a veterans night,” Tony smiles sweetly at Rhodey.

Shaking his head Rhodey continues to type away on his phone, “that was last night Tony,” he mutters ignoring the poking man sitting across from him nodding very condisendlingly. Ever since Tony decided to hand the CEO position over to Pepper he’s been much more, american housewife then crazy scientist inventor that Rhodey had been introduced to on the helipad.

It is a weird thing for Tony to remind him of, as Tony was the person who had told him about the event at a breakfast much like this just weeks ago. Sipping at his smoothie again Tony sighs, “where was my invite?” He teases giving a pointed look to Rhodey. That was why Tony had suggested the museum event in the first plac, hoping (begging if you asked Pepper) that maybe Rhodey would ask him if he’d go with, that didn’t happen. 

Packing away his phone and finishing the plain toast on his plate Rhodey smiles sheepislhy as he stands up, tidying up after himself, “sorry Tony I didn’t really think much about it.” He finishing cleaning up his plate, and whipping it clean as if nobody had eaten off of it in the first place. Walking back past Tony back depper into the tower, Rhodey pats Tony on the shoulder, “maybe next time,” he says as a throw away comment walking away.

It just makes Tony feel more overlooked then what he originally asked. 

.

Like previously mentioned Tony likes knowing other people’s business which is why it shocks him to see an extra person at his dinning table, eating similar toast to the way that Rhodey eats, bland. Tony knows how to work a room and so instead of frowinging at the fact that somebody is eating with his, uh, guy (not really boyfriend that he’s pining over) friend, “well who’s this?” He smiles despite the fact that his heart is slowly breaking.

Sam, who Tony has now been introduced to (“this is Sam, he’s helping out with some of the therapy work at the VA and I thought maybe he could be helpful around here” Rhodey introduced) doesn’t get a wod in at breakfast. Everytime that may seem to be a time that Sam may want to be included in the conversation subsequently Tony’s smoothie blender would start blending again, (his smoothie was never just righ that morning)

It’s easy to say Tony is very bitter.

Natasha notices once Sam and Rhodey have left the room, Rhodey offering to give Sam a tour of the tower, “you know they met during a running session, Rhodey was so pent up he went running and now he gets out of bed earlier every morning to run with Sam.”

Finally finishing his smoothie Tony frowns at Natasha, “you don’t have to rub it in.” It’s already hurting enough the man being in Tony’s home without Rhodey even asking if he could bring the man over. He at least thought that Rhodey would feel comfortable to at least ask.

“Him not asking means his is comfortable Tony,” Natasha reads his mind as well as Tony is great at pushing people’s button (which is really great if you ask Pepper), “there is still time.”

Tony just sips his stupid smoothie, thinking that maybe coffee is a better idea.

.

Rhodey doesn’t like this new Tony, the one that’s not pestering him at breakfast to try his new smoothie, the one that was comfortable walking around his own home in a red satin robe. Ever since Sam joined them Tony was drinking coffee and staying as far away from Rhodey as possible . Thinking back Rhodey can;t name the last time Tony was excited about a team dinner or a movie night, not the way he used to atleast.

Tony barley eats breakfast and instead stays down in the lab with Banner being the only person to see him during the day (and even nights).  

If Tony can be nosey about other peoples business then so can Rhodey he thinks to himself as he justifies why he is walking into the noisey lab that Tony now finds home. In hand with a potatobake he tries to yell over the metallica music, “Tony I brought you dinner! Tony!” He tries t yell over again butgives up eventually.

Instead what he does is grab Tony spinning him around and placing the bake into the confused man’s arms, “listen to me,” Rhodey begs quietly. With a wave of Tony’s hand the music is gone aswell as the holograms and his full attention is on Rhodey. 

“I want you to come back to making smoothies,” Rhodye rambles out watching as Tony laughs and it all feels like it is in slow motion. 

Muttering words out of his laughter, Tony takes his shot, “shut up,” Tony mutters leaning in and suddenly their kissing and neither of them are really sure how they got here.

They both come out of it blushing and flustered. Apparently they both have smooth(ie) moves.

Cards:

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We played a WoD practice one-shot last night! I decided to build Mastiff as an army veteran who has been touring around on a motorcycle roadtrip vacation. He ended up visiting a small town in the middle of nowhere called Dusty Rock. Unfortunately, people have been disappearing from the town, and he gets caught up in it after being attacked by a sand??? monster??? without a face??? But it was fine he teamed up with the local small-town detective and solved the case and saved (almost) everyone! Hooray!

He bisected two monsters with nothing but a knife and his bare hands so. I’m proud of him!

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[solitude-klang]

ONE MAN TOUR 2024 春時雨@HOLIDAY NEXT NAGOYA

アンコールの感電やばい レポしてる場合じゃないくらいその場の空気に飲まれて全然覚えてないよ今日

このツアーで感電がめちゃくちゃカオスな曲に進化した体感

⋆┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈⋆

亞んちゃんの頭がお団子2個^^^^^^^^^ かわゆ♡

うざいが1曲目で無理矢理にでも乗せられるスタート

どす黒いで声出しを煽る春さん 昨日のが凄かったなーぁ？とか言うと更にでかくなるフロアの声

ピチチャプも気付いてもイントロで歓声が上がってとんでもねぇボルテージでライブが進む

適当に振りやろうのノリで行ってもついつい全力で暴れてしまうような空間が出来上がっててすごい暑い

君の心臓を食べてしまいたい イントロの零夜さんは立てたベースを抱き寄せ手でまさぐり唇を寄せベースが女体にしか見えなくなってきた

そうかと思えばポチで映画を一本見せられたかのようなやり切れない気持ちになり

続いて聴こえてきた春さんのギターのポロポロ零れる音達を拾っては取りこぼし アサガオ

いつ聴いても良いけどイントロの前にギターが入るアサガオはイントロが更に際立って泣けちゃうよなぁ

カミソリもイントロ入る前に少し音鳴らしてたけどカミソリ来る来るーー感が更にフロアを盛り上げる

次この曲ってわかってフロアがぎゃーーー!!ってなる曲普通のバンドこんなにないよ あっても1～2曲だよ 一度のライブで何遍テンションバカにさすんや

朗読は夢遊病でこれが本編ラスト 絶対何かサブリミナル効果的なやつ入ってるって!!!!聴いた回数分この曲に飲まれてく気がして危ない

危ない

～アンコール～

ホリネクは2年振りだそうで 自分のブログ捜索したらgulu×ザアで来てたけどあれがもう2年前とか震える

蜘蛛の糸左寄せ 空いた上手側フロアに当たり前のように一葵さん

曲始まってステージにいるのは楽器隊のみ 歌はちゃんと聴こえてきてたからお客さんに紛れてどこかで歌ってたと思う(笑)

蜘蛛の糸終わって一葵さん客席からステージ登ってwお立ち台の下から赤い拡声器 運動会パートに入ると真ん中割れろ 感電wodバージョン

下手上手の煽りがすごい熱量で気合い十分 これぞライブって感じ

突然のwodが導入された当初は両手を上げて小走りだったけどこのツアーで徐々にガチのwod(ぶつかりモッシ��)に変化してきてそれが最高に楽しい

揉みくちゃになってぶつかって 前後左右は体当たりしながら 前へ移動の時は後ろの人達に潰される勢いでぐちゃぐちゃになる

今日は前方にぶつかりにきたギャ男さんがステージに引き上げられ(笑)(笑)マイクを渡されシャウトをリード(しかもええ声だったw)このわけわかんなさがカオスすぎてまじで完全燃焼できるよ

楽しすぎてやばい

今日ザアザアのライブで過去一楽しかった

今日はもうこれがブログ(笑)

https://x.com/xaaxaa_official/status/1786712139761332480?s=46&t=uhUsDFLEfL0OfgvCYi4Eog

男性動員さん増えてきた感触

バンドが大きくなる時あるあるだと思うので良きこと！

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Hi my angel that I love tons 💟💜💟. I would like to request, in the same scenario or whatever form you will do, fluff no.4 and smut no.10 with Shinee Taemin. Omg, can't wait to read you ❤️ If you are not inspired, just forget about it. ❤️❤️❤️ Here you go, I request it twice! 😂💟💟💟

I have no idea where this piece of pure smut came from! But damn, I love me some dominant Taemin! Here you go my Little Dragon, hope you enjoy it

Just Desserts

Characters: Taemin (SHINee) x Reader

Warnings: Pure unadulterate smut basically PWP, fluffiness, soft Taemin is nice too

Wod Count: 4196 ( okay this was supposed to be a drabble, but…

Lee Tae-Min. The name struck a frenzied chord in every fangirl’s heart. Just the mention of the name would set girls and even guys in a mass hysteria if they thought he was nearby. But, you couldn’t blame them, I mean really, have you ever seen that man? Tall and lithe, built yet slender, eyes that could hypnotize you with a mere glance. And that voice! Oh my, the voice of a siren, sensual and luring, taking you to the verge of your sweet demise without a care. 

And he was all yours. Every inch of him belonged to you and only you. 

Taemin hardly ever got a break from his hectic schedule of touring, shows, guest appearances. You knew that it came along with dating him, but sometimes, just sometimes you wished you had more time with him. He had already been gone for over two months and you were starting to go insane with missing him. The nights were getting very lonely when he wasn’t there to keep you warm. The housefelt emptywith just you to occupy it. 

By the middle of month three you had had enough and began figuring out a way to see him, even if it was just for a night. Sitting down at your dinner table you took pen to paper and started planning. It was going to take several of your mutual friends to pull it off, but in the end it would be worth it. Three and a half hours later, you had a very well thought out plan written A few phone calls and texts later, everything was set into motion.

“Taemin, sorry to call so late. Were you busy?” Kai asked over the phone. Of course he knew he wasn’t busy, it was well past ten at night. 

“No. What’s up? Everything okay?” nooone called him this late unless it was one of two things. A schedule change or a drunken friend telling him they missed him. But Kai sounded very sober. “Kai? What’s wrong?”

“Well, it’s just that Y/N was in a minor accident today. She didn’t want to call you and worry you, but they won’t release her from the hospital until the are assured that she will have someone with her twenty fours straight for two days. I called Jimin, Sungwoon, and even tried Hyuna, but everyone is either overseas or packed with schedules. I was able to go check on her, but I couldn’t stay.” Taemin’s heart began racing the more Kai spoke. His Y/N, the love of his life had been hurt and she was afraid to tell him. 

“Is she okay? Is it anything serious?” he asked, a tremble becoming evident in his voice. “They wouldn’t tell me much, except that she had a slight concussion. I told them you were busy and couldn’t be there until tomorrow. I just wanted to let you know. Do not tell her I called you.” Kai, felt bad for lying to his best friend, but he knew the struggles of maintaining a relationship when you were busy, and how much he missed seeing his girlfriend.

“I’ll be leaving here in a few. Just let me call and reschedule my guest spot for tomorrow.” Taemin thanked his friend then hung up. He immediately dialed his manager to express his remorse for having to cancel at the last minute.

“It’s okay Tae, you go take care of Y/N, she needs you right now. I’ll take care of everything on this end.” She hung up, a small grin crossing her face. She had already taken care of things yesterday when you had called her to help.Thankfully she was a good friend to you both and agreed to help you out. 

Taemin packed his bags quickly, not concerning himself with making sure everything was neat. Once he had all his things packed and ready to go, he was out the door and into a cab to the airport. He called Kai with his flight details, then called a few other friends to pick him up when he arrived. Jimin and Timoteo were to pick him up and take him to the house you two shared. Then he was planning on driving straight to the hospital to be with you. When he landed, he sighed deeply, he really did miss being home, but not under these circumstances. “Thanks for getting me. I’m sorry its so late and such short notice” he said to Timeteo. Jimin smiled and turned to face Taemin, “Hey, Y/N is like a sister to us. Anything we can do to help, you know you can count on us.” He patted Taemin’s shoulder in an effort to calm him down. “She’ll be okay. Tae. Don’t worry.” He simply nodded and laid his head back against the headrest.

They arrived in no time, Taemin thanking his friends before grabbing his luggage. They said goodbyes then left Taemin standing on his front porch, his key about to enter the lock. He was to tired to notice that it was already unlocked, or that the lights were still on. Instead, he hurried inside, only to be met by you. You were sitting on the couch, one of his dress shirts the only thing covering your body. You had a candlelit dinner on the table with a glass of wine chilling. 

“What in the hell is going on? I thought” his words trailed off as he watched you rise from your place on the couch.

“Im sorry Tae, baby. but you needed a break and I needed to see you.” You stood in your place, trying to gauge his expression. “I needed a break? Do you realize how worried I was? How all our friends were worried? I cancelled an appearance to rush home, and your sitting here like nothing happened?” His voice was a few octaves higher, and his face was turning a dark shade of red. You new he would be upset, bur you were prepared to tell him everything.

“Tae, everything was already handled. Even your guest spot was rescheduled yesterday. Everyone you talked to was in on this.” he froze in his place. “Everyone? Even my manager? Y/N, what were you thinking? I’m so angry with you right now, I can’t even see straight!” his fist were balling up tightly and you had to diffuse the situation before it got worse. Giving him your softest smile you slowly walked up to him, placing your hand against his flushed cheek.

“You’re a big teddy bear, don’t even try to act mean. You wouldn’t hurt a fly, and you won’t stay mad at me for long.” You leaned in, planting a teasing kiss to his lips. He knew you were right, and to be honest he was glad to be home with you since he was beginning to miss you terribly. His eyes fell to your hips then down to your legs that were covered barely by his dress shirt. He was mesmerized by the way your hips swayed, the hem of the shirt riding up just so to expose the bottom of your silk and lace panties. Suddenly he was very thirsty, and cleared his throat before speaking. “I can’t believe you were this conniving, just to get me home” he followed you into the dining room, pulling out your chair before taking his own seat. “You had all this ready in time for me to get here?” He eyed the food set before him. All of his favorites just for him. 

“Tae, babe. After dinner, I’m your dessert.” you cooed lightly from across the table.His head shot up, his chopsticks fell with a clank onto the plate, and he quickly swallowed his food in one vey loud gulp. 

“Wh-what did you say?” He was watching as you rose from your seat and went to the kitchen. You returned with a bowl full of strawberries and whipped cream. With a devilish grin, you repeat yourself. “I said I was the dessert tonight.” you set the bowl down and dipped your finger in the whipped cream. Without taking your eyes off of him, you brought your finger to your mouth, parting your lips just enough to slip your tongue out and lick the cream off. Then you placed your lips around your finger and sucked gently as you drew it back out. 

Taemin’s own tongue darted out to lick his lips as he watched every move you made, a low moan escaping his lungs as he felt himself growing harder by the second. This was pure torture, and he was loving every tiny minute of it. “Can I just skip dinner??” he asked, not so innocently. You simply shook your head and pointed to his plate. “You haven’t had a good home cooked meal in a while, so please eat. Besides, dessert will still be waiting when we’re finished.”

Reluctantly, Taemin returned to is meal. You shared small talk about what he had been doing while he was away, you hanging on every word with a smile on your lips. When your plates were cleared and the bottle of wine was empty, Taemin helped clear the table. A wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes turning dark with desire, “Time for dessert now?” he asked. You laughed softly, turning your eyes to the strawberries and cream on the table. “Are you still hungry?” Nodding, he made his way to the table and picked up the two bowls and motioned for you to follow him. He led you to your shared bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and set the two bowls down in front of him. You joined, sitting across from him, and took a juicy red strawberry from the bowl. Dipping it slowly into the cream, you brought it to your lips and bit down into it. Red juice ran down your lips and onto your chin. Taemin leaned over the bowl, wiping the juice away with his finger and brought it to his mouth. Licking the juice off, he then leaned in closer, using his tongue to lick the remaining juice from the corner of your mouth. 

Your lips tasted sweet and inviting. He trailed his tongue along the crease of your parted lips, kissing them tenderly as his eyes focused on yours. Swallowing hard, you returned the kiss with more fervor. His plump soft lips melded with yours, the kiss deepening quickly. You had to remind yourself that you wanted to tease him, breaking away from him slowly. “We need to finish these first.” you stated, your voice already husky with need and want. He looked down at the bowl, his eyebrow arching as an idea hit him. Using two fingers, he scooped up some cream up, then placed them to your neck, trailing a white line down the side of your neck. “Oops, I think I need to get that off of you.” Hismouth was on your neck before you had to to react. His lips were hot, his mouth warm as he licked the trail of cream down your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as he sucked the last bit off of your sensitive skin. A low moan escaped you, driving Taemin on. Leaning back, he moved the berries to the nightstand, leaving only the cream between your bodies. You watched as he repeated his actions of scooping up some cream and marking you with it. First he placed some on your lips, kissing it away, before placing more to your jawline. You instinctively tilted your head, granting him access to lick it off. All while doing this, he was getting more cream and running his fingers over various parts of your face and chest. 

“You taste delicious, Y/N.”  he muttered against your flesh, kissing and licking the cool cream from the swell of your breasts. “Mmhmm” was your only reply. It must have been the way you hummed in response that made something spark within him, because you were immediately being pushed backwards until you were lying on the bed. As soon as you were down, Taemin began drawing white lines down your arms, neck and chest. “Don’t you dare move, princess. I’ve got to get you cleaned up first, before you get this all over the sheets.” his voice had dropped an octave, becoming deeper and darker. He moved the remaining bowl aside, then brought himself closer to you. Leaning over your body, he started with your neck, his tongue and lips never leaving your skin as he lapped and sucked every last drop of cream off. 

“If you don’t mind, I believe this shirt is getting in the way.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, taking his sweet time to tease you. Once it was fully undone, he pushed both side apart, exposing your breasts to his gaze. “So beautiful.” he whispered as he dipped his head to take a hardened nipple in his mouth. Your back arched off the mattress as your hands fisted into the sheets beneath you. Taking your other breast in his hand, he pinched your other nipple between two fingers, causing you to moan even louder. Suddenly you were bereft on any contact. You lifted your head slightly to see where he had gone. When you saw him, the usually sweet Taemin was replaced by a needy darker version. His eyes were hooded with hunger, his face displayed a devilish smirk. He had the bowl of cream in one hand, his long fingers dipping deep within the white softness. You laid your head back as his fingers ran down between your breasts and towards your stomach. He stopped when he reached the waist of your white panties. Instantly his mouth was on you, following the trail he had left. You could feel the exciting mixture of heat and coolness as he moved down your body, leaving now trace of white in his wake. 

“I could eat you alive right now, you taste so damn delectable”  he growled low in his chest. 

You have never seen this side of him before. You always had amzing sex, but he was always gentle and tender with you. THis side of him, this hungry dark side of Taemin, excites you. Not knowing what he was going to do made your body shudder with anticipation. You jumped in surprise when you felt teeth nipping at your already buzzing skin. It was just painful enough to still feel amazing as he left bite marks across your lower stomach, just about your still clothed sex. Your fingers found their way to his head, fisting locks of black hair between your fingers.Your breathing was becoming more rapid, which seemed to turn Taemin on even more. The bites became a bit harder, his mouth soothing the tender spots each time. Once more, you felt a sudden rush of cold air on your bar skin, you exhaled slowly, not expecting what was to come next. You felt his hands take the fabric of your panties in his fingers, then was in shock as the fabric was torn in half. “I want to taste how sweet you are, princess. Now don’t you dare move unless I tell you to, understand?” he spoke low and deep, and all you could do was nod in response. “That’s my good girl. So willing to please me.” his voice carried a hint of laughter as he removed the remnants of your panties down your legs. Placing his hands on either of your legs, he spread them apart, leaving you bared to him. His eyes stared at your body, laid out like a meal before him. IT was almost overwhelming to him, how much he loved you. He would never be able to put into words what you did to him. But he was damned determined to show you tonight. 

“Now, remember, you’re my dessert tonight. I’m going to savor every last bit and you’re never going to forget this evening. So, princess, get ready to have your body devoured.” Your breath hitched, anticipation shooting through every fiber of your being. 

Taking the last bit of cream, Taemin drew a heart over your sex, placing a large drop onto your clit. With his hands holding your legs apart, his head dipped between them, tracing the shape with his tongue. At last, there was the last little bit, and he latched his lips around your clit, sucking the cream off. You squirmed under him, you body a writhing mess as he continued to suckle and lick and that little bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Tae!” you breathed out, his hands holding your legs tighter as he delved his tongue inside you, his fingers circling your clitat the same time. He hummed against your folds, sending another wave of shivers throughout you. You inhaled sharply as he slid a finger inside you, hooking it until he found that one spot. You could feel yourself already nearing an orgasm, but you held it at bay, not wanting to miss anything he had planned for you. A second finger dipped inside you, then he scissored them to stretch your walls as he quicken the pace that he was pumping his fingers in and out of you. 

“Is my girl getting close? Oh no, babygirl, you aren’t aloud to cum yet. I’m nowhere near done with my dessert.” he ran a long stripe up between your no glistening folds, finding your swollen clit and pulling it between his teeth. 

You could feel the knot tightening in your gut, ready to snap any second. You begged him to let you cum but he continued to refuse you your release. “Shit! Tae, please! I-I can’t hold back anymore!” you screamed out, all the while your entire body was aching for more. He lifted his head to look at you through his bangs. He licked his lips that were coated with a tasty mixture of cream and your juices. He groaned at the sensation between his own legs. He was achingly hard and he pressed his hips into the mattress searching for some friction. He wanted, no he needed, to be inside you. Needed to feel your wall stretch around him as he entered you only to feel them tighten back around his full length. 

You were a panting mess as he granted to a moment to catch your breath. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m not going to hold back, and I’m not going to stop until you are begging and screaming my name.” His words lit a fire deep within you, a fire that craved everything he could offer to do to you. Resting on his knees, he lifted your body up until you were in a sitting position. He tore the shirt off your arms and threw it to the side. You were now fully naked for his eyes yet you felt no embarrassment or shame. His eyes met yours, and you were lost in his gaze. They were dark and almost sinister, hungry and burning straight into your soul. Lifting you up, he lined the head of his cock with your slick opening and lowered you onto him. YOu felt yourself stretching ten closing around him as he filled you with a hard thrust. Gripping your waist, he held you steady as he pumped into you hard and fast. TOy arms wrapped around his neck, holding yourself close to his heated chest, the heat searing into you. He fell forward, bringing you back to the bed, then lifted one of your legs to his waist. THis angle allowed him to drive deeper inside you, filling you completely. 

His eyes never left you, watching you as you inched closer to your building orgasm. YOu head fell back and your body arched, forcing your hips down to meet his thrusts. Deep guttural growls filled the room, mixing with your heavy breaths. He teeth sunk into you shoulder as he muffled a moan. It was deliciously painful, and you craved more. You drove your nails into his arms, desperate to pull him down to you. Something flashed in his eyes before he crashed his lips to yours in a forceful kiss. His hips rocked into you, hard and fast, the pace never relenting. 

“So fucking good for me!” He growled before biting your shoulder again. You couldn’t help the small scream that came out as you held him to you. This dark, dominant Taemin was in control, and he wasn’t going to grant you a moment of respice. Lifting himself to his knees, he grabbed you legs and pulled you to him. Lifting your ass off the bed, he dug his strong fingers into your flesh, hard enough you knew there would be bruises in the morning. Yoru breasts bounced as you were rocked back and forth. Your hands searched for something, anything, to ground yourself. The force of him fucking into you, pushed you forward, causing your arms to give out and your upper body to lay into the mattress. Fingers did one again into your hips, holding you still as he relentlessly pounded into you. 

Suddenly, without warning, you were left without contact. A cold wave of air washed over you. Your eyes flew open in wonder searching for him. He was smilin down at you with the wicked grin again, reaching for your waist then easily flipping you over onto your stomach. There was a sting as his hand smacked your ass, hard. The sensation was instantly replaced with a soothing rub before another sting can again. You screamed into the sheets, tears starting to form behind your lids at the sweet torture he was giving you. 

“On all fours, now!” he barked out the order. You quickly obliged, you arms and legs shaking as they held you up. Without any warning, he was thrusting into you again. 

He leaned over your back, one of his hands grabbing your hand. He led it between your legs, guiding your fingers to you swollen clit. He made you rub small circles, massaging your already overstimulated bundle. He whispered into your ear, “Don’t stop until I tell you to, or else you’ll be in trouble.”

You obeyed his command as he rose back up. He splayed one hand on your back to push you down more, while the other hand grabbed your hair, wrapping it around his fingers before giving it a firm tug. Your head lifted up as the other hand encircled your throat. 

“You ready to cum for me? Fuck, I want to watch you come undone for me.” You didn’t think he could fuck into you any harder or faster than he already was, but tonight was full of surprises. 

You could feel your thighs beginning to quiver, reaching the point where they would no longer be able to keep you up. The rhythm of his thrusts began to fault, his fingers closing around your throat with a bit of pressure. 

“I’m close, Tae! Please let me cum!” You begged. With one more forceful thrust, you were coming unhinged. Wave after wave rushed thought your body as you came around his cock.  White hot heat flooded you as you screamed his name, your voice echoing off the walls. 

He stilled his movements and you could feel his release as he came inside you. His cock twitching as his cum filled you. He fell forward, the weight of his body forcing you to fall fully onto the bed. His sweat coated body pressed against you as his hot breath fanned over your neck. You both laid there, panting, as the remnants of orgasms washed over you both. Tae rolled over, bringing your body to his as he snuggled into your back.

“Damn, babe. I- I don’t know what came over me. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he searched your body for any remaining marks he may have left.

“I told you I was dessert, but I didn’t know you were that hungry” you laughed as your turn to face him. The dominant Taemin was gone from his eyes, and it its place was the kind loving Tae. He searched your expression for any signs of discomfort, sighing when he found none. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, relishing in the way you responded. 

“I love you, Y/N. I hope you know I would never do anything to hurt you.” 

“ I know Tae, and you didn’t. Actually, I kind of like that side of you. It dangerous yet exciting. I’m surprised I haven’t see it until now.” Yor swiped a damp strand of hair from his forehead, relaxing your body into his embrace. 

“I never knew that side of me existed.” he said innocently. As you both came down from your highs, you felt your lids becoming heavy and sleep was tugging at your exhausted and sated body. 

“Sleep now princess. I love you.” he whispered as you began drifting off. 

“I love you too, Taeminie.” were the last words you said before falling asleep, secure in his arms. His heartbeat lulling you with a rhythmic beat.