#pitched percussion

[marimboy404]

i love pit so much like

marimba is so gorgeous and pretty

vibraphone is gorgeous and sounds so dreamy

glockenspiel

xylophone sounds so cute and clacky in a nice way

chimes are like ominous and cool

playing mallets in the rain is amazing bc of the little splashes and crash symbol makes an explosion of rain water when you hit it i love mallets sm <33

[performance-fart]

Short composition in la pentatonic created for my Orff Schulwerk Level 2 course

[el-rombo]

This will forever be what I think when we shorten "glockespiel" to "glock" in band.

new instrument idea

[augmentedpolls]

Perfect pitch = being able to deduce what a note is just from hearing it played

Relative pitch = being able to deduce all or some of the other notes in a piece by knowing the identity of one note

[iwanderthroughthesenights]

The instrumentals in The Manuscript (both the main piano and the strings in the back) are just absolutely impeccable. The isolated chords on that very high octave during the intro and the first verse. The added notes after the second verse. The fill up with more strings and sounds during the bridge. And then finally, the way in the last verse it strips completely back down to the simple high-pitched piano notes from the beginning of the song, as she hands over the story to the audience. As if saying: "now it's your turn".

The instrumentals succeed wonderfully at conveying that moment of resolution in a story, when the hero discovers how to properly use their powers after going through a big downfall or defeat. You can feel in the buildup of the instrumentals how the protagonist is building the determination and bravery to move forward from this defining moment. It's like that moment during a film that happens after the climax and downfall but right before the conclusion, when everyone thinks the hero is defeated and gone for good and then the hero shows up stronger than ever before, after all the hard lessons learned during the story.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I should do a full cover of “Ten Sho Sho Ten Sho” like I did another song where I play all the parts separately and then stitch them together on a multi-square split screen.

[dustedmagazine]

Mark Nauseef/Tony Buck — Mongrels (Relative Pitch)

Some discs assuage the ear even as senses are overloaded. So lush are the textures, so vivid is the recording and so completely is every tone allowed to sing that it’s as if a balm is applied. Mark Nauseef and Tony Buck achieve all this and more on this grittily transcultural endeavor.

Despite its title, Mongrels never basks in any implied complexities. The opening of “Seven Metals” relays the palimpsestic tales of crystal and wire in serial communion that typify much of the music on offer, often swirling in electronic froth. Guitars and percussion turn out to be grist for imaginative sonic mills. Both musicians are masters of colored silence, as “Lake Lushish”’s poignantly tintinnabulating opening phrases confirm, veering as they do between the calm affrontery of a single gong and the morphing tolling groans of processed process in temporary distillation. As all manner of harmonics collude, the processed episodes take over, forcing inhabitation of several simultaneous environmental spaces. Deeper listening exposes an underworld of sliding overtones, upper-registral clarity in seemingly limitless acoustical shades and variations.

At certain points, the processing becomes an integral part of the message. Listen as the interregistral drones and collected dregs informing each moment of the ironically titled “As Far as We Don’t Know” to hear the echoes, reechoes and joint statement of guitar and percussion in orchestral overlap. The piece also contains one of the album’s finest moments. At 2:07, most of the sound fades to a near background leaving only one of those myriad drones and its rhythmic ghost. It flutters in the left channel just before another vast guitar strum obliterates it, but it encapsulates all the beauty and subtlety the album has to offer. The temptation to make a Necks comparison seems justified by such a moment, a type in which that venerable trio often engages. Time passes but also hangs in a sort of balance, rhythm never eclipsing drone which in turn offers that throbbing reiteration in a kind of relief. It is as if all of the music gathered itself together in that gorgeously almost-frozen instant, and the rest is liquification in consequent.

Marc Medwin

[punkymonkeehat]

I'm so overwhelmed right now...

I have 73 students in one 6th grade band class, and nothing bad happened at all (I really like this batch of students they're so excited about music) but with so many people talking and not learning impulse control yet (which will happen soon, they're already better than 7th grade) and the stupid lights in my classroom and so many questions while so many sounds are happening at once while I'm being watched by administration and catching kids playing a switch in the back and realizing that my classroom doesn't have enough fucking chairs...

I cried for a few minutes before some kids came into lunch to practice their instruments and hangout and now I have to do it over again with an older age group and it's just a lot.

I really love teaching, but for my potential neurodirlvegent brain (I suspect I have some pretty obvious ADHD but I need to get tested), it makes it 10x more difficult and I have to be so professional and perfect even when I'm having a meltdown on the inside and it makes me feel so childish.

Anyway...

[iguanodont]

Emerges from my cave to announce I have created a new sophont

Tentatively calling swimslugs for now, as their designs mostly draw from mollusc anatomy. These small, colorful creatures dwell on a high gravity world dominated by shallow golden seas. Electrical engineering came early in their history, inspired by the ability of some of their native animals to generate electrical currents… and their own natural electroreception. The last few centuries have been peaceful and prosperous; their myriad cultures emphasize an exchange of art, culture, and friendly competition to sport the tackiest color schemes imaginable. Due to the high gravity of their world and their own physical limitations as aquatic creatures, swimslugs have a very limited history of aviation and have been generally uninterested in space travel, despite having been digital penpals with another group of sophonts for generations now…

On their biology:

Swimslug life relies on symbioses with two different organisms: a worm and a sessile “tunicate”. The worm (also simply referred to as an ‘arm’) is functionally a parasite; biting into the flank under the gills of its host early in life and fusing with its nervous and circulatory systems. This union allows the swimslug to develop fine motor control over the untethered end of the worm by adolescence. Most swimslugs only host a single arm; two or more become difficult for most individuals to acclimate to and can lead to health issues. Many genetic and cybernetic variations of the arm are available in the current era. The ‘tunicate’ (I will refer to as the Vase) is essential to swimslug reproduction; all parents spawn into the Vase to ensure a safe shelter and a steady current of oxygenated water for the developing offspring. The average swimslug has at least two fathers; the hybridization of multiple sets of gametes is essential to the proper development of their species. Family groups often consist of the egg layer, her family Vase (these can last for generations), and a 3 or 4 mates, though the particulars vary enormously by culture. Their eggs have a relatively low hatch rate; unviable eggs are consumed by surviving larvae shortly after hatching. The Vases themselves periodically produce free swimming larvae that are affectionately kept around dwellings as pets.

Swimslugs communicate by grinding and clacking modified stomach-teeth, as well as percussing on the adjacent ‘oil-sac’ organ that also serves to regulate buoyancy and store energy. They come in a dazzling variety of colors owing to both their complex hybridizations and genetic engineering. Cosmetic nanobots applied to their slime coats enhance their appearance by functioning as artificial chromatophores.

And that’s the gist of em! Many thanks to @nknatteringly for all the idea pitching and bouncing in their early development, wouldn’t have felt half as inspired without ya. Not sure how much further I’ll develop these guys, they exist mostly as a fun diversion to contrast the gritty, low-tech world of the birgs and a love letter to all the sparkly stuff I liked as a kid.

If you’d like to support my art, you check out these links here

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[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Eimear Quinn - The Voice 1996

This was the winner of the Eurovision Song Contest 1996, representing Ireland. It was created by Brendan Graham, who had also written and composed "Rock 'n' Roll Kids", the Irish winner from the 1994 contest. The victory was Ireland's seventh contest victory, setting a record for the most contests won by a single country that would only be tied by Sweden in 2023.

Brendan Graham had originally submitted "The Voice" for consideration to represent Ireland in Eurovision via a recording made with another performer. However, after "The Voice" had been advanced to the final for the Irish national round, Graham attended a performance by the Anúna chorale at Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin, where he was struck by the voice of Eimear Quinn. Graham recruited her to perform "The Voice" on the final of the National Song Contest. At Eurovision, "The Voice" was awarded the maximum douze points by seven countries.

Lyrically, "The Voice" is a very Celtic-inspired song, with the singer portraying herself as "the voice" which watches over the world, describing "her" effects on the elements, such as the wind, the seasons, in a similar way to Mother Nature. It is of a folk style and is sung at a very high pitch. Quinn was accompanied by traditional Irish percussion, woodwind and string instruments.

It received a total of 65,2% yes votes!

[marimboy404]

if you dont like mallet instruments shut the fucj up

[wandaslullaby]

Hooked, Line and Sinker || Wanda Maximoff

summary: wanda shows you what it's like to disobey and a certain faculty member makes an appearance.

18+ DNI!

WARNINGS: fingering, eating out, manipulation kink

part 3 of the bunny and wanda series

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With eyes at rest with the sudden shock of humanity, you hear the quenching rain. The percussion of the water varies according to the downpour that Wanda warned you about. It’s been three whole days since Wanda’s sinful confession but you couldn’t stay mad at her. She gave you a roof over your head, three meals a day and a nice cosy bed to lay. 

Resting on your thighs, you tilted your head and traced a droplet of rain down the window giggling as more rain droplets came to play. A slight hum echoed in the background, light taps began to grow louder which meant Wanda was near. 

“Bunny? Are you here?” Wanda yelled from what you think was the kitchen. 

“On the window sill.” You answered, still fixated on the rain. 

Wanda’s eyes grew with such love as she watched you innocently play with the water. She also noticed how short the skirt she dressed you just covered your bare ass. 

“You look so gorgeous, bunny.” Wanda cooed as she walked up to you. You hummed and slightly smiled when Wanda’s reflection appeared in the window. 

As much as you knew all this was wrong, the stickiness between your legs thought otherwise. Wanda hasn’t touched you since that incident in Mr Rogers Office and you were desperate to have Wanda’s fingers or her strap on inside you. 

“What are you thinking bout? Sad that you can’t play outside?” Wanda said, pinching your bare bum earning a little stare from you. 

“Feel sticky. Not sure why but it hurts.” 

Wanda’s eyes pierced down to your thighs, “Oh bunny. Why didn’t you tell me? You should always tell Mommy when you had an accident.”

“Was embarrassed, not usually like this.” You whispered, feeling slightly ashamed that you couldn’t control when you came. 

“That’s what Mommy is here for. She is going to look after you as you can’t do it yourself.” Wanda laughed. “What to show Mommy where the stickiness is with her fingers?”

You nodded, and wrapped your hand around Wanda’s finger and directed her up to your leaking cunt. Wanda gasped as she felt how wet you were, she wasn’t expecting you to be this coated. 

“Oh my sweet dumb baby.” Wanda cooed as she slowly rubbed your clit earning soft whimpers from your lips. “You are soaking.”

“Can you fix it?” You moaned out, gripping the side of the window sill as Wanda began to pick up the pace. 

“As long as you try to sleep on your own tonight? As much as I love having you in my bed, you need to learn to sleep on your own.” 

That’s another thing you couldn’t figure out. You were so used to sleeping alone but somehow something inside you made you want to sleep with Wanda. It was such a weird feeling but you felt empty without Wanda nearby. 

“I can try…” You whimpered as Wanda slipped a finger inside your cunt, pumping slowly as she stroked your cheek. 

The motion of Wanda finger inside you alarmed your brain, the euphoria you felt as Wanda explored the walls inside you hinting another finger as she dipped in and out caused a slight high pitch moan from your mouth. 

“Beautiful sounds, bunny. Can you use your words?” Wanda chuckled as she planted a kiss on your nose. “What do you need?”

“Your fingers.” You choked out. “I need your fingers.”

Wanda watched as your face burned with heat as she entered a second finger inside you. Wanda was impressed in how well you would take her without prep. She saw the shyness on your face as you looked away which only meant you wanted it a little fast.

“Do you want me to go faster?” Wanda asked, using her free hand to make you face her. “You have to look at Mommy when she is taking care of you, you don’t want Mommy to be sad, do you?”

A sudden twist of panic erupted into you as Wanda pulled her fingers out of you. She watched as you tried to pull her fingers closer but she slapped your cunt instead. The stinging pain of her slap caused a tear to form in your eyes as she denied you, but Wanda only smiled wider as she watched you try again but Wanda this time, shoved her fingers in your mouth. 

Pumping her fingers in her mouth, you knew that this was a form of punishment something Wanda mentioned but you didn’t think she would actually use them. She watched as you latched onto her fingers, sucking away your sweet cum eagerly as Wanda stroked your nose.

“You hungry little thing. Look at you, sucking on Mommy’s fingers.” Wanda laughed as she shoved them further down your throat indicating to her that you did have a gag reflex. “Make sure they are all sloppy for me so I give your cunt something to feast on.”

Wanda noticed the slight slowness in your movement and decided that it was time to take care of your throbbing cunt. She could smell the desperation and as much as Wanda loved watching you choke on your fingers she removed them from your mouth and went straight into your cunt, thrusting harder than before aimlessly reaching your spot. It didn’t take Wanda long at all to get your pussy clenching on her fingers. She knew exactly where you would become undone but the thought of you cumming on her fingers didn’t sit right with her, she wanted to taste you. 

“Bunny. As much as I want you to drown my fingers with your cum, how about I taste it instead?” 

You didn’t even formulate a word, you just screamed with desperation as Wanda was so close to having you released that you just blabbered. 

“Too dumb to say anything? You really are a stupid girl.” Wanda cooed as she kept pumping inside you and lowered you down so you were ready for her. 

Before her fingers were free from your clenching pussy, Wanda ripped your skirt apart and grinned at how glazed you were. She noticed that her phone was nearby and quickly took a picture. “Beautiful. This is going to go to all the colleagues at work to show them how lucky I am.”

You were not quite sure what Wanda was saying as you were too high on pleasure to notice that Wanda had taken a picture of you. As much as you were trying to be good, the kick of your legs caught Wanda’s attention. 

“Don’t you fucking kick your legs at me.” Wanda snapped. “Are you that desperate for my tongue, bunny?” 

You whimpered out, not even apologising. 

“Never.” Smack. “Ever”. Smack. “Kick your legs at me.” Wanda growled and pulled her fingers out of you watching as her fingers glazed with your cum. She heard a cry escape your lips as Wanda left you open, you were so desperate for anything that you were again denied from cumming. 

“You want to cum, bunny? Then I’ll fucking show you.” Wanda hissed as she bit down on your sensitive cunt, and gripped your thighs as she sucked on your clit. 

The reactor from Wanda tongue embedded inside you caused you to wrap your legs around her neck. Wanda wasn’t given up quite yet, she sucked harder on each fold and invaded her tongue inside you reaching the spot in less than two seconds. As Wanda nipped at your folds, you started to clench and as Wanda fiddled with your spot, you became undone. You felt days of denied cum flow down giving Wanda such a meal to eat as she still ate your out, savouring each drop. 

You were starting to feel another set of cum released as Wanda used her hands to rub your clit, muffling words as she sucked harder letting another load pour down on her. The high you felt started to feel less painful as your eyes began to flutter. You weren’t used to cumming this much and the sudden numbness of your legs fell down indicating to Wanda that you were out down. 

Wanda wasn’t done yet. As she began to clean you with her mouth and tongue, she gave your sensitive pussy a bite causing you to scream loud in pain. Wanda finally released herself from you, grinning at the sigh of the harsh redness on your clit, grinning a little at the sight of blood where she bit you.  

“Don’t you cry, you stupid whore. I just let you cum and this is how you say thank you? Crying because you couldn’t handle a little pain?” Wanda laughed, as she admired the hot tears form on your cheeks. 

“H-hurts.” You whimper, trying to see the after match of Wanda’s punishment. Wanda only chuckled as your arms extended out, she knew that denying you for three days would only make you crave her more. 

“You need a hug, bunny?” She cooed, changing her tune as she noticed you were slowly slipping. She watched you nod eagerly before she picked you up and straddled you in her arms. “Look at those puffy eyes, you were such a good bunny taking Mommy’s punishment.”

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, hiding your face in her chest. 

“I know you are. Mommy forgives you.” 

“You do?” You muffled her chest. 

“Of course. You are going to be such a good bunny for me.” Wanda hums as she watches you slip into a trance. Wanda watched as your eyes closed and planted a small kiss to your forehead before groaning at the vibration from her back pocket.

As Wanda retrieved the phone, she noticed several messages from her colleagues liking the image of your glazed cunt. 

Steve: That was quick. I didn’t get Bucky to obey for a month.

Wanda grinned at the message.

Wanda: What can I say? She’s a desperate one. 

Steve: I still want her grades to go up, Wads. 

Wanda: They will. We will be there bright and early on Tuesday. 

Before Wanda turned her phone off, she wanted to take a good look at her bunny all warm and comfy before the real torture started. 

“Oh bunny. You shouldn’t have made that comment about my tits.” Wanda whispered. “The fun has only begun.”

[lexirosewrites]

I was listening to the song Yankee Rose by David Lee Roth the other day and it really got me inspired. If you haven’t heard the song before there’s a part that sounds like the guitar is having a conversation with the singer. It got me thinking about how omegaverse sub-vocals could be incorporated into songs so I thought I’d talk about it for Slick Sunday

There’s a lot of talk about how raunchy it is that Corroded Coffin uses an omega’s whines, purrs, and moans it their songs.

There is lots of speculation about it. rumor has it that it's one of the band members' side girl, some people speculate its actually one of the guys and they're not all alphas like they claim. There's one sect of ravenous pearl clutchers that say the recordings are taken without permission, that some poor girl is being taken advantage of. 

It would be a huge scandal if it weren't for te fact that the band is hugely open about the fact most of the noises mixed in with the lyrics are made by lead guitarist Eddie Munson’s mate Steve. With enthusiastic consent might I add. 

Pretty much all of the rumors still in circulation come from very ignorant sources who don’t actually listen to the band. It’s especially obvious because Steve is credited on the albums for “additional vocals” 

What people don't talk about (mostly because it’s only brought up in like one specific interview) is that the other band members also lend some sub-vocals to the sound. 

Steve gets invited to an interview and talks about how he gets to rile Eddie up to get the right sounds. Gareth elaborates saying that when that happens they specifically mix Eddies growls with the percussion.

The interviewer asks what Steve means by “riling Eddie up” and he responds that they lock Eddie in the recording studio and Steve cuddles with the guys where Eddie can see. The jealous growls are the perfect pitch and timber. It’s all on good fun and once they get the right take Eddie gets to join the cuddle pile.

Freak says that most of the time they just leave the mics going whenever they’re recording literally anything because every once in a while they catch something really good; like how one time Steve walked in eating a bagel and Eddie let out a huge whine to beg for a bite. They end up mixing that one with the screech of Jeff’s guitar in one of Corroded Coffin’s bigger hits. (Up until that interview everyone thought that soundbite was Steve)

(Also I’m sorry if this ask gets messed up, tumblr was glitching hard while I was trying to type it :’])

oh this is just the right amount of gross and lovey-dovey steddie🥰

[maybanksbabe]

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 | 𝐑. 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you'd assumed for the last 6 months that he'd lived nextdoor that your neighbour was just a very popular man with no end of female admirers spending the night at his place. Until a late night mark of desperation leads you to finding a very familiar face on your favoured XXX site...

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): pornstar!Rafe Cameron, language, mentions of and descriptions of sex and sexual content, *gasp* and they were neighbours!, Descriptions of masturbation (m + f), watching porn, oral (f) there's a lot going on lmao, if I missed anything lmk!

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sex; cheat codes - church; chase atlantic - go fuck yourself; two feet

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 - 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺

It started on a weekend, about three weeks after Rafe Cameron had moved in next door in your apartment complex. The walls were just torturously thin enough that any time he had a... Lady friend over, you could hear every obnoxious, high-pitched moan he could get out of her. Whoever she was every other night. Sometimes in the morning, you'd see various sorry states leaving his apartment; smudged makeup, shoes in hands and a slight wobble in their step.

He seemed nice enough when you bumped into each other at the mail collection or laundry room. A stunning smile and a God-given body. With it being late July he found any excuse to walk around shirtless. Not that you really minded. There was no indication of what he did for work; you'd never seen him in any uniform or office attire and there was nothing else that pointed to any kind of obvious profession, keeping you guessing.

Then, on the hottest summer night so far, you found yourself unable to sleep, tossing and turning beneath tangled sheets that did nothing but make you more uncomfortable. And then you noticed the faint knocking next door and distinctly female moans.

Did he ever fucking stop?!

You could hear a backing of male moans too, but nothing more than faint grunts and moans that were almost drowned out by whichever woman he was pressing into the mattress. And yet, instead of being faced with disgust, there was a spark of something else. Jealousy? Perhaps. It made your stomach twist and between your thighs began to ache.

Instead of being vindictive and giving the wall above your head a few sharp pounds with your fist, you decided to be courteous. After all, you have no other reason not to get along with him. Disgruntled, you kicked your sheets off and grabbed your keys before moving out of your apartment to the corridor, taking five steps to the right and knocking on Rafe's door.

The moaning stopped and seconds later the door opened, revealing, much to your bewilderment, Rafe in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. His chest, neck, cheeks and ears were flush with a rosy burnish and a delicate gold chain rested against his collarbones.

"Hi -"

"Is this about the noise?" He was slightly breathless as he tried to fill the space between the half-open door and the door frame.

"Yeah, sorry I'm just a really light sleeper and I've got a busy day tomorrow -"

"Don't worry about it, we're almost wrapped up here. Just give us ten more minutes and I promise you won't hear from us again tonight," he replied with a coy smile. Something about his demeanour made you melt a little inside. His eyes are heavy as they travel up and down your body, taking in your choice of sleepwear and your sleep-deprived state.

"Tom and Jerry, huh?" At a glance, you saw that he was referring to your pyjamas. Heat crawled up your neck and cheeks.

"Don't be an ass. Just - please keep the noise down, yeah?" He held a hand up in surrender, a boyish grin on his lips.

"Alright, alright. Promise. Enjoy the rest of your night, sweetheart."

Not as much as you will, it seems.

At that, you retreated to the stuffy air of your apartment, soon after the lurid sounds continued, accompanied by the percussion of the headboard against the wall. But true to his word, ten minutes later it fell silent and the distant sound of a door shutting set your mind at ease.

A week later, if that, a barrage of more late nights listening to Rafe's conquests drew you to a final, desperate measure. Opening an incognito window on your phone's browser you went straight to your favourite porn site. If he could have fun at all hours, so help you God you could too. The noise from next door made you wonder what they were doing; doggy, reverse cowgirl, some kind of bondage perhaps? He certainly seemed like the type.

Surfing the categories for a few minutes gave you a spark of inspiration to go looking for a specific type of video. And the first account to come up in the results had you intrigued from the jump. You selected the most recent video, put your headphones in and pushed your free hand into your sleep shorts. Though as your fingers began to dip and delve between your folds and around your clit, a familiar voice in your ear made you stop.

"- fuck yeah, so fuckin' tight -" Wide-eyed you turned your attention to your phone screen. You knew that voice. You'd spoken to that voice in the laundry room on multiple occasions. And as your eyes adjusted to the brightness of your screen in the dark you saw it. That chain. Those abs. That jawline.

"Oh, my god..." Solo fun forgot about, you sat up and began scouring the page. There were dozens of videos. Some by himself, some with co-stars (both female and male), and others with more than one co-star. Regardless of the content of the videos you selected and skipped through, he looked good. No, he looked hot.

The video you were currently on, you couldn't bare to skip through or speed up, too transfixed on what Rafe was doing. Lay on a pristinely made bed, beneath a beautiful brunette woman who was currently sat on his face. Then it all made sense. The constant noise, the late nights and the never-ending line of people leaving his apartment. And why you could never figure out what he did for a living.

Your neighbour was a pornstar.

Your insanely hot, surprisingly nice neighbour was a very popular pornstar based on the subscriber count under his profile name.

But now felt compelled to watch more. To see more and get to know him. It was wrong but you didn't have many other options given how he normally reduced to you a blushing mess anyway. So up you stayed for another few hours, scrolling through the countless videos that caught your interest.

Your favourite one so far had been a video from a month or two ago, Rafe was on the sofa, the camera set up on the coffee table and his legs spread just wide enough in the grey sweats that you could see most of him before he'd even stripped down. He used a vibrating cockring to get himself off. The string of delightfully sinful noises came from him as he fucked his hand and used the ring on the most intense pattern had you clenching your thighs and chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Another week rolled on and you delved deeper into Rafe's content, using it selfishly to get off to your burning needs when every morning you'd exchange a polite smile and greeting when you both happened to be collecting your mail at the same time. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose. Or he was. You hadn't been particularly reserved in your late-night self-indulgence and there's more than a chance that he's heard you on more than one occasion.

How you found yourself standing in front of his door on a Thursday evening you're not sure, but you had to say something. It had been quiet for a couple of days next door. So you knocked and waited patiently. Moments later the door swung open. Rafe greeted you with his signature coy smirk, a bowl of cereal balanced in one ring-clad hand, and the other resting on the door.

"Hey, what brings you here?"

"I - I need to talk to you..." you forced out whilst wringing your fingers together.

"Oh? Sure, come in." Rafe stepped aside and propped the door open with his foot to let you in. You found it incredibly difficult not to ogle him as you stepped around him, sweatpants slung low on his hips and a shirt nowhere to be seen. He'd definitely been soaking up the Summer sun too, now more tan than when he first moved in and there was a faint spray of freckles across his back and shoulders, obviously brought out by the extra sunshine.

"What's the problem?" He leaned up against the nearest counter as you both came to a stop in the kitchen.

"No... No problem. I don't think. Look, Rafe, you seem like a really nice guy -"

"Oh, God I don't like where this is going -"

"No! No, it's not bad but... I found you." Rafe set the now empty bowl into the sink and turned back to face you.

"Found me?"

"Don't make me say it," you pleaded, face already hot with embarrassment. That cocky demeanour started to take effect and with the way he looked, standing there half naked so casually had you struggling to find the words.

"Online. Okay? I happened upon your online profile and -" His laughter cut you off and the panic and embarrassment subsided momentarily.

"Don't be embarrassed, everyone watches porn," he stated with a shrug and stepped towards you, caging you in against the counter. It took all your willpower not to drop to your knees then and there.

"I just - just didn't want things to be awkward. Thought you might want to know... We're still just neighbours, okay?"

"Sure. Y'know I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out..." Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in. The scent of him was dizzying and you did the unthinkable. You kissed him. It transpired into a series of messy kisses, and obscene actions with tongues and teeth pressing and clashing.

A surprised gasp against Rafe's sinfully pink lips escaped you as he hoisted you onto the counter, large, hot hands on your waist, keeping you flush with him. Kissing Rafe was something you couldn't explain, it was a hungry, demanding exchange with languid tongues rendering you breathless.

"M' a big fan of your work," you confessed with a hot sigh against his parted lips, trying your hardest not to moan when he made contact with the column of your throat and his one hand made his way between your parted thighs.

"Yeah?" You made a noise of agreement but yelped when he tugged your soft cotton shorts down your legs, exposing your ass and the backs of your thighs to the cool surface beneath you.

"Don't - don't feel like you have to -" you panted, cut off by an unintentional moan as his fingers pressed against your underwear, adding a delicious kind of pressure against your aching clit. Your hand found his wrist, holding him there for a moment whilst his fingers teased you relentlessly.

"And what if I want to? Like I haven't spent the past couple of weeks listening to you play with yourself late at night when you think no one can hear you." His remark had you clenching around nothing,

"I -"

"You think I couldn't hear you? Watching my videos and moaning for me?" He kissed a line down your neck and bunched your t-shirt up so he could remove your panties, dropping them to one side. In your hazy state, you couldn't stop him from kneeling down in front of your bare cunt before he leaned in, making contact with an open mouth against your now-exposed clit.

"Fuck, Rafe -" you whimpered with a shaky breath as he used his mouth to get you off, suctioning around your clit with expert skill, his tongue adding just enough pressure and friction to have you dizzy already.

"Tell me all about it, sweets." You couldn't be sure if he was good at this because it was part of his job or if he was just that good, but in a matter of minutes, you were reduced to a whining, squirming mess on his kitchen counter, unable to form a coherent sentence. The pressure of a finger being added to your aching, wet cunt had you moaning even louder.

"Gonna cum for me? Hm? Wanna make a mess on my face?" All you could do in reply was moan. Unashamed and unhindered by the fact that any of the surrounding units might be able to hear you and that you were currently on your neighbour's kitchen counter being eaten out within an inch of your life by the aforementioned neighbour.

Practically grinding on his face, everything came to a dizzying peak. Eyes screwed shut, back arched off of the counter and your thighs trembling from their position over his shoulders, you came with a loud cry - a plea almost for the pleasure to last -

"That was hot," Rafe commented with a drawl as he eventually managed to free himself from between your previously tensed thighs. He made a point to stand up and offer the two fingers that had just been inside you. Some deep part of your subconscious didn't even hesitate to accept them in your mouth to clean them off.

"Good girl," he cooed with a wolfish grin.

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Perfect pitch = the ability to recognize a note just from hearing it. For example, if you played the first note of a song, a person with perfect pitch would be able to tell you what the note was, even if they hadn’t heard the song before.

Relative pitch = the ability to recognize intervals between notes. For example, if you played the first note of a song, a person with good relative pitch who already knew the song would be able to sing the rest of the song pretty accurately, even though they don’t know the exact notes they are singing. This is because they know how much to go up or down from the previous note.

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭...

pairing(s); john price x gn!reader, 141 x reader

summary; trying to find as most comfort as you could in your predicament youd do what any rational person would… bake, but it was a bit difficult when you had six foot rodents in your kitchen —flufftober day; 4—

word count; 1.0k+

warning(s); readers callsign is peach, papa price, small argument price just cares, fluff, kisses, pet names, and language

playlists; lover, you should’ve come over by Jeff Buckley

A/n:—GIFs; @madesh & @campesine-moved—

When you step towards the door you made sure to knock on the old wood in the rhythmic order agreed on so you wouldn’t be gunned down where you stood or dead before you had a chance to hit the floor

When the door creaked open a gun was put in your line of sight before it was took away so you were able to take a step into the old safe house immediately bombarded with questions as you put down the crate of goods down you body layered in a thin sheet of sweat under all of the clothes essentially tuning out your surroundings after being hyper aware for your hourlong journey

You stripped of one of Ghosts many balaclavas, Prices god awful bucket hat, Soaps pair of sunglasses, and Gazs too big gloves as you began tune back into the conversation that suddenly wasn’t as loud as it was while Price stood in front of you his voice demanding and gruff

“Where were you Peach? I won’t ask again don’t make me pull rank.” You sucked in a sharp breath using your fingers to crack your knuckles at your side before taking in another breath way smoother than the first before you responded

“I want to a market a few miles from here you wouldn’t have to worry so much if you read the note I left on the fridge” You responded voice void of emotion and it was Prices turn to suck in a a breath

“You could’ve been followed, someone spotted you and made the connection and use you as leverage, You had no backup! And no team!” The brunette that was beginning to grey began to get louder his voice carrying a pitch Price hated to yell at you anyone but you but right now it was one of those times where he had to be you captain rather than your lover

“I think you forgot I used to work alone. If it was one of the boys would you react like this please tell me!? We were running outta of food and safety percussion is that you don’t go out for the first 72 hours after locating in a safe house it’s been 96 excuse me for looking after my team Captain” With a snatching of the crate from its position on the floor you stormed through what you all deemed to be the living room with the harder than rocks couch and worn down wood coffee table making your way into the kitchen

Price ran a stressed hand through his hair before making his way out to the porch his boots thumping against the creaking hardwood floor as he went before lighting up a cigar

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There wasn’t much for you to work with in the kitchen it wasn’t the worst shelter you’d been in but it certainly wasn’t the best but you appreciated the small things lying around like an old cutting board, a small eating bowl, one stray pan and even a janky but working oven

You cut down on the apples with a little more force than needed using your combat knife as a kitchen utensils after you had washed it god knows how many times to rid of any… unwanted extras in your treat

“You need something Captain?” You questioned and John mentally grimaced at the title as you dumped a small bag of brown sugar over your cut fruit he knew after things like that you needed time but 40 minutes was all he could stand it was one of those rare situations he had to be your captain and your lover even though he strictly preferred being one or the other

“I wanted to apologize I didn’t mean to yell at you but, I need you to understand that that call was risky and not the safest route” The greying brunette stated his voice soft yet still had that gruff underlying accent

“Maybe so, but it’s deeper than that if it was anyone else you wouldn’t have reacted the same… You would’ve praised them for sharp thinking” You shook your head with a the twitch or your lips downward Price straightened up his stance now entering the kitchen fully

“Come one Peaches that’s not true, I would’ve reacted the same for any other it was a risky thing to do and I needed to call you out on it as your Captain the situation at hand just had a little more emotion involved” John just about pleaded for you to understand as you sighed stopping your motion of roughly mixing the apples and sugar together

“I just… want you to know that I don’t need protecting John I’m just as capable on my own than with anyone else” You mumbled turning to put the sugared fruit in the pan the burning eye on the stove giving it heat to cook down before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist eyes peering over your shoulder

“And I know you are, I never doubt you. I do however worry about you because I love you and care for your safety” His tone now matched yours your and he began to smile when you leaned back into him

“I know, I’m sorry for worrying you” You whispered and Price pressed a kiss to the crown of your head in response as you stirred the filling gently momentarily having a second to yourselves before the sound of whisper shouting made its way through the room

“We were wondering if you needed a hand?” Soap questioned bashfully Gaz standing at his side while Ghost stared at the the two from his position at the small dining table with the roll of his eyes

“Tempting boys but, we all know how that would work out” You playfully rolled your eyes and Price chuckled from beside you his heart warm in his chest even if you were younger than Soap and Ghost you still referred to all of them as “the boys”

“Oh come on, that was Soaps fault!” Gaz pleaded and you snickered as the Scott let out an offended noise before the pair began to bicker with one another of who did it as you smiled and giggled at the sight Price watched you with love in his eyes

The sight was as sweet as apple pie.

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