#but the pitch is always too low or too high or too raspy or not raspy enough

[satoruhour]

Gojo would make such pretty noises if he gets a BJ as he’s waking up

a/n: anon u r so real for this !!!!!!!!! i conquered my 2k essay! but also doin a shorter req bc i got distracted by changing themes and it’s late lol / @jabamin @hannzai @shotorus

warnings: fem!reader, consensual somnophilia, sort of subby gojo but not very established, pet names, oral (m! receiving), finger / thumb sucking, deepthroating, multiple rounds, spitting, sloppy bj sort of, this is what i think he would sound like hehe, n*sfw under the cut

gojo’s always known he’s the most sensitive in the morning. before you, he’s settled for his hand, feeling around his centre when he wakes up hard and slips his hand under his boxers where it pumps slowly at his shaft. the orgasm always comes too fast and unsatisfactory, though, done more out of necessity than pleasure.

but you? he finds that he never wants to go back to his hand ever again. you treat him like everything good in the world, both with your soft demeanour and your pretty cunt, all for him and yet not at the same time. you’re so pliant and receptive to his touches and still, you have your own agency; you are your own person. that’s what he admires about you.

you infiltrate his dreams like a temptress, heat forming between his legs as he cuddles closer into what he thinks is your figure. there’s fire all over his body and his hairs stand and the trails the blaze leaves seem like fingers. they span his body, heart rate speeding up and he wishes he hadn’t buried his body in the sheets last night. they want to move, but satoru is locked down by sleep and your wandering hands.

“’toru . .” gojo moans at the soft voice that whispers his name in his dreams, unaware you’re doing the exact thing. you’re already drooling at the half-hard bulge that pokes out from below his underwear, clinging to his skin and darkening in colour with each trail of your finger along his body.

so sensitive . .

here, gojo looks as splendid as the morning tokyo sun even if the weather outside struggled to stay stable. the clouds soon hover over the city, pouring down light raindrops and the drop in temperature only makes your boyfriend whine again.

you poke a manicured nail to his length that twitches on its own, pressing and prodding with it and enjoy the soft sounds that escape his lips each time. “baby”, ”princess”, it’s a different name each time for satoru always enjoys referring to you with pet names, and the low raspiness of it only pushes your resolve further—

“it’s okay, sweets, you know you have access to my body. i trust you.”

even with your boyfriend’s authority, you’re still unsure shown in the way your hands hesitantly pull at his underwear. you’re snapped out of your dilemma when a drawled whimper leaves him, whiny and high-pitched in nature that it sends chills down your whole body. there are murmurs of your name on his lips, lingering like the sugary sweets and the saccharine of your kisses. the cold air is simply too much for his sensitive cock, and gojo’s hips buck in cute little jerks.

his length and girth always takes you by surprise no matter how many times you see it, but it feels just a little different when you’re the one to fish it out yourself. satoru is just so hard, pink mushroom tip leaking pre-cum all over his pelvis and a curve to his dick in wanton need.

you let out a breath when your soft hands wrap around his length, at the same gojo sucks in a breath in his sleep — if that was even possible — and tenses his thighs. in his dream you’re doing more than whatever you were doing right now, imagining your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock.

but you like it slow. your hands drag themselves across his shaft, stroking slowly just to allow him to fully harden and gojo starts to kick his legs slightly, hands have begun to clutch uncomfortably at the sheets. your head lowers to his tip, blowing lightly at the sensitive area and it almost gets him waking completely from unconsciousness. wrecked moans and whines continue to weasel themselves out of his throat, brows knitted and mouth in a temporary ‘o’.

“satoru,” you call, with no intent behind it rather than just wanted to feel the syllables roll against your tongue, “satoruuu . .”

but the mission last night takes a good amount of toll on him. you stick out your tongue to kitten lick his weeping tip and your lover jolts in your hands yet again. it’s so adorable, seeing the normally confident man plead, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“y—yess . .?” you’re unsure if he’s sleep-talking or if he’s really awake but you press on. your mouth suckles on the tip like a pacifier, teasing the most sensitive part of his cock. there, you swirl your tongue around, hands still pumping lazily. gojo’s voice cracks on the next moan, reality sinking in on him bit by bit. you’re relentless, tonguing your muscle along frenulum and around.

and then when you look up, you can see a pair of drowsy eyelids open, looking with his blue eyes through the whiteness of his lashes. it feels like he wasn’t of this world, the initial confusion morphing into recognition and then pleasure —

“ohh . . f-fuuuckk . . ” gojo’s voice shakes as you then descend upon his shaft, warm mouth encompassing every inch of his cock until your nose buries itself in his pubes. the loud moan satoru lets out only makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, sure that your hips were grinding into the sheets. “a-always take my cock so well, shit.”

he’s normally reduced to a state of non-verbality in the morning, but he seems to still have some adrenaline from last night’s mission. gojo’s head meets with the pillow below him, stuck between enjoying how fucking hot your mouth feels versus watching you take all of him down your throat.

you start to bob your head, the gurgling noises along his throbbing length only adding to the lewdness of the scene. he lovingly trails his hand through your locks, brushing back stray hair that interferes with you. they continue to do that (his love knows no ends), undoing the knots in your hair while you uncoil the familiar feeling in his tummy. “baby, baby, baby—”gojo’s eyes squeezes shut and his chest heaves needily with lined sweat, neck straining just to catch a glimpse of how you deep-throat him. your fingers grasp onto his thighs so harshly that they would probably bruise.

you’re keeping eye contact as you come up to breathe while gojo’s hand who took refuge in your hair switches its sanctuary to your face. his heart and dick jumps when you lean into the touch, both your hooded lids matching each other before his thumb runs over your bottom lip. in the rainy morning, you can exchange words without saying anything; you just know satoru that well.

gojo’s thumb traces the softness of your lips before he dips it inside and you take the finger into your mouth willingly, sucking intently as you make the strongest weaker and weaker by you, alone. all he does is spiral, moans transforming into little whines at how you suck on his thumb and it’s off — because then after your mouth closes in around his cock again and he swears so loud it probably reaches the neighbours.

“mmfuuuck—! o-oh my god—” your head bobs again, tongue running along the underside of his cock each time you do, hands moving along the places where you can’t reach and the moans that fill your ears only gets needier and needier. “princess i’m gonna— pleaseplease—!”

gojo has that split second to prop himself up just so he can see you take his cum down your throat, a hand holding your head in place alongise a makeshift ponytail. but your mouth mimics your pussy so well, wrapped snugly around him that he has no time to warn you before he’s cumming deep into your mouth. you jerk in surprise before moaning at the feeling, letting him spurt ropes of cum down your throat as your pace slows down.

“c’mon . . let me see, pretty girl,” satoru assists you in coming off of his cock, and the white in your mouth spills out almost instantly. “aaattagirl . .” your boyfriend grins his infamous lazy morning grin that makes your heart do flips, faltering just a bit when you let his seed drip down your tongue and back onto his dick.

“s’much cum, satoru.” you mumble, intoxicated, fingers connected by strings of his cum and you gather saliva mixed with cum to spit onto his shaft and the gesture is so hot that he needs to see you do it again, and you indulge him — you push out saliva past your lips, a long string before he finally meets his sensitive tip again.

gojo reaches heaven a second time when your hands pick up pace again, slick noises now filling his ears.

“want more.”

bro it’s like i forgot how to write 😭😭

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

DRABBLE: YOU SPEAK HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE TO HIM (18+) (One Piece) (for Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: I had this idea after remembering that Luffy is Brazilian. Enjoy! And please, PLEASE let me know if any of the foreign phrases used are not correct or accurate. I did the research on Google. Thank you! -Jazz

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LUFFY (PORTGUESE) 

You always loved it when Luffy spoke in his native language. 

He is from Brazil and though he hadn’t lived there in years since meeting Shanks and traveling among the Grand Line with the Strawhats crew, nothing and nobody could ever take the Brazilian out of him. It was in his blood. 

He always made it known with the Brazilian recipes he would ask Sanji to make and the music he would blast across the ship. Usually, this resulted in him forcing you to dance him with and holding your hips as his his swayed and rolled in ways that often resulted in your knees going weak and every part of you becoming tingly and sensitive (including the places where Luffy usually had his mouth on). 

He wouldn’t speak Portuguese often; only sometimes and at random moments, like when something exciting happened or when he was asleep. You would catch him mumbling words in his native tongue as he drooled on the pillow, making you giggle.

He would do it during sex too, usually when his tongue was buried deep in your pussy: “Você tem um gosto tão bom, mama. Deliciosa (You taste so good, mama. Delicious.),” he would mumble into your pussy while you whimpered and moaned. Or when he had his cock buried deep inside of you as he hammered away at your insides, gripping and smacking your ass: “Tão bom! (So good!)” he’d moan into the bedroom. “C’mon, mama, cum with me! Goze comigo!” 

His usual high-pitched voice would get deeper and raspier in his native tongue as each foreign words rolled and flipped on his tongue. It would make you combust every single time, cumming all over his cock at the same time as him bursting inside of you. He would then peck your forehead once you snuggled up together, his hat on your head. “Te amo,” he’d whisper, never telling you what it meant, but you had a feeling. 

So after picking up on some of his lines and inflections, you decided to try out speaking his language one night. It was a boring night and Sanji was cooking, trying to get Luffy out of the kitchen as he groaned and complained about being hungry. “Y/N, would you please come get him?” Sanji sighed. “He won’t leave and I’m not gonna have him sneaking the ingredients off of the counter to eat.” 

“I’m not gonna do that!” Luffy protested. “I told you so, Sanji!” You had giggled and walked to the stereo sitting on the table, playing one of Luffy's favorite songs that was popular in Brazil. The captain’s head immediately shot up from the table, his big eyes staring at you. You smiled and began to sway to the music, opening your arms for him. 

With the biggest grin on his face, he shot up and went to you, immediately gathering you into his arms. You giggled as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck and held your hips as he began to sway with you, your senses invaded by nothing but him. He softly sang the lyrics to you, his voice raspy and soft, each word rolling off of the tongue. He sang has if the very song was written for you and you decided now was the perfect moment. 

“Luffy?” you whispered. He pulled away to look down at you, looking like a confused puppy. You cupped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips before whispering, very low, “Te amo.” 

Once those gears in his head started turning, you’ve never seen him look so happy. His smile grew about ten sizes before he gripped you to him and coated your face in kisses. “Hey, hey!” Sanji yelled. “Not while I’m cooking! Do that outside!” 

ZORO (JAPANESE) 

Compared to Luffy, Zoro barely spoke Japanese. 

He would only mutter his native language in swears when he was stressed or angry. Other than that, you could never catch him doing it. He barely even spoke about Japan as a whole. “Why you askin’ so many questions?” he would grumble, glaring at your curious gaze. “I haven’t been there since I was a baby. Go read up on it or somethin’.” 

But when he did speak Japanese, and that was very rare, you loved it. His voice would get even deeper when he spoke the foreign swear words during a battle and it would make your heart skip several beats. You wanted to somehow coax him to speak it more or even be closer to him than you already were. 

So you started teaching yourself Japanese. You collected as many language books as you could during your stops on islands when walking into town with Nami and Robin and began practicing. In two months, you began speaking in sentences though not professionally or fluently. However, you got each inflection down. 

The first time you said something in Japanese to Zoro, he was busy working out one hot, boring day and you had wandered in, feeling extra bratty. “What?” he demanded, grunting as he did his bench presses, his muscles bulging and glistening in sweat. 

“Just came to see if you broke up with your dumbbell yet,” you asked sarcastically. “I don’t know how the cuddling at night works, but to each its own.” 

Zoro cut his forest green eyes your way before going back to his exercises, barely pausing. “Woman, if you’re gonna come in here with that shit, leave it at the door. You know I need to focus on my training.” 

“But you’re already so strong, Zo!” you protested, padding farther into the room. “And a great fighter. You can spare one day without training.”

Though Zoro looked pleased with the praise, he still didn’t let up and continued to pump those sexy arms away at his presses. Pursing your lips, you walked over to him and kneeled down before him, just as he lifted the dumbbell up and put it back up on the rack behind his head. 

You began to run your hands up his thick, tree trunk-like thighs in his green slacks, squeezing the muscles and digging your nails deliciously into them. He liked that. He tensed immediately at your touch, breathing heavily from the workout. “Stop that,” he growled. “I’m tryin’ to cool down.” 

“Then let me help you,” you purred, sneaking your hand over his cock to give it a squeeze. You were pleased to find that he was already hard. He grunted at the contact and began to squirm under your touch. “I mean it, Y/N,” he panted. “Cut it out.” 

You looked up at him then, staring boldly into his eyes. "Watashi o tsukuru (make me)”, you said in a low, breathy voice that often made your man go absolutely insane. 

At the sound of his native language coming from your lips, the swordsman sat up straight and stared down at you, astounded and extremely aroused. His cock grew in your hand as a blush appeared on his cheeks. “What did you say?” he questioned, his voice dangerously low. You just smiled and stood up, tearing your hand away from his cock. “Now are you gonna spend time with me?” you questioned, a hand on your hip and arching a brow at him. 

While this didn't get him out of the training room, it did help tear him away from his workout to instead work you out, your legs spread over his bench and his cock pummeling your insides as he whispered how good you felt in Japanese. Mission accomplished. 

SANJI (FRENCH) 

Sanji always felt proud of his ethnicity and heritage, so he always made it a point to speak his native language. 

Like Luffy, it would be at random moments. He could be cooking and would mutter to himself in French about instructions or maybe lyrics to a song. Sometimes, he would swear if he nearly dropped a bottle of sauce or about the noise Luffy and Usopp would make outside the kitchen door. But always, when he served you and the crew, he would give you all a bright, proud smile and a “Bon appétit!”. 

And always, always, he would speak French during sex. He would whisper in your ear about how good you felt and how sweet you tasted, his words like honey in your ears. “Je me send is bien en too, princesse, (I feel so good inside you, princess)” he’d moan into the tense, sexed-up air of your bedroom, your ankles on his broad shoulders as his cock stroked your insides. “Tellement parfait. Si belle. (So perfect. So beautiful).” He would kiss your foot before taking one of your toes into your mouth. 

That would usually set you off like a rocket, making you cum all over the bed and his cock. And because he thought you were so pretty, he would always explode deep inside you, filling you to the brim. That’s part of why he always let his native tongue slip in the bedroom with you. 

Other than the nasty shit, he would always tell you, “Je t’aime”. When he would kiss you; before you went to bed; when you’d separate for an expedition or when when you’d go to the other side of the ship. It was only right as the love chef. “Je t’aime,” he’d say, an adoring smile on his face and hearts in his eyes. It would make you tingle and feel warm all over you. 

So you surprised him one night when he cooked dinner specifically for you before the crew even ate. “Sanji, baby, you didn’t have to make me a whole separate meal,” you giggled as you sat down in the chair he pulled out for you. “I would’ve eaten the lamb!” 

“Nonsense,” he tutted, looking sexy in his apron dusted with flour and spices. “You said you didn’t like lamb too much. And believe me, honey: fixin’ grilled fish for you is nothing compared to what these hooligans want.” He then pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered, “Bon appétit, my love” before hurrying back to the stove to check the yeast rolls in the oven. 

You stared down at the dinner spread on your plate: grilled fish drizzled in lemon and garlic with a side of honey-glazed, oven-roasted carrots, kus kus, and steamed broccoli. You cut a piece of the fish and put it into your mouth, humming in pleasure at the taste. You turned to Sanji, his back to you, as you gushed over the food. “This food is delicious, Sanji!” you said. "C'est trés bon! (It's very good!)” 

Sanji visibly paused before turning around to look at you, confused. Your smile grew and you lowered your fork. “Mes compliments au chef (My compliments to the chef),” you giggled. Before you could take a breath, Sanji was flying across the kitchen and planting kisses all over your face as you giggled. “Since when do you speak French, my love?” he laughed, giddy. 

“I’ve been practicing,” you hummed, playing with the color of his shirt. “I wanted to impress you.” Hearts in his eyes, Sanji pressed his forehead against yours. “And impress me, you did, mon there,” he murmured. “Now finish that food so I can hear more of my native tongue coming out of those sweet lips.” 

You did and while he had you bent over the kitchen counter while the crew ate in the other room, you repeated one word to him, over and over again, as he pummeled inside of you: “Je t’aime”. 

LAW (GERMAN) 

Law never spoke German. Or at least, not in front of you or the Hearts crew. 

“What’s the need?” he asked when you asked him to teach you something in his native tongue. “I haven’t lived there in years. Why are you so interested in my language anyway?” You would tell him you were curious, but that wouldn’t make him budge. 

You found it sad. Though he claimed he felt pride in his ethnicity and his native land, he barely mentioned his time there or taught you any phrases. So, in order to coax him into it, you fixed him a German dish. One day when the ship docked on a little island, you ran out to town to grab the ingredients for it and fixed it for him that night. It took a lot of preparation and stressing over whether or not he’d respond well to it, but that night, you sat the crew down for dinner. 

“I made something special for y’all,” you giggled, smiling secretively at Law. He scowled in confusion and suspicion at you, not sure what you were up to, until the crew took the silver covers off of their plates to reveal their meal: slices of roasted pork shoulder glazed with a cumin sauce and sitting on a bed of roasted potatoes and peppers. “Ta-da!” you shouted. “Sh-wen-braten!” 

At you mispronouncing the name, the corner of Law’s lips quirked a bit while his crew barely blinked. They were too busy drooling over and gobbling down their food. “Wow, Y/N!” Bepo growled. “This tastes amazing! I haven't tasted pork this good in so long!” 

“Thank you,” you giggled, but your attention was still all on Law as he took a bite. You stood behind his chair, nervously ringing a dish towel around your hands. “How is it?” you asked, bending down to hear him better over the chatter. 

He continued to chew and chew, leaving you in suspense, before he swallowed. “S’good,” he murmured and you sighed in relief. “Though you pronounced the dish wrong.” You made a face, pouting cutely in confusion at him. “It’s pronounced “schweinebraten,” he said, his deep voice rolling over the foreign word.

“Sch.” He paused, waiting for you to repeat it back to him. “Weine.” You parroted him, doing your best to keep from smiling out of giddiness. “Braten.” 

“Braten,” you pronounced, earning a satisfied nod before he turned back around to finish his meal. But you weren't done. you leaned down to his ear, loving how he tensed at your touch and presence. “Between you and me, I already knew how to pronounce it,” you purred. “I just wanted to hear you say it. Guten appetit (Enjoy your meal).” 

Something happened to Law in that moment hearing you speak in his language. His cock swoll in his pants and he nearly broke his fork as he sat rigid in his seat. You turned and walked away back to the stove, swaying your hips and biting back a grin as he watched, wanting to fuck you right there in front of his entire crew and make you say some very nasty words in his native tongue. 

“Law, why are all red like that?!” Jean practically yelled across the table. 

“Shut up!” Law growled as you laughed. He was gonna get you back for that later tonight.

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[bellawrites-kinda]

a change in rules ; l.h.

summary: we all know the FIA allowed lewis to wear his earrings and nose ring during his races, but what if him saying that he has another piercing somewhere else wasn’t a joke?

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, oral sex ( f receiving ), unprotected sex, size kink kinda, breeding kink ( ? ), a lil bit of possessiveness if you squint

word count: 1132

a/n: i saw a tiktok ab this & went to google a bit about it and like

he did say it was a joke but yknow... what if !? also it does say that he wanted them to think that he had his balls pierced but i'm thinking more of a dick piercing like at his tip so... also this is pretty bad, i'm kinda new to writing but i tried !! so yeah i hope y'all like it, constructive criticism is appreciated 🫶🏼

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you traced the outline of his tattoos, the dim lighting of your shared room making them ever so prominent. i love your tattoos so much, and your piercings too hands trailing down to rest on his toned abs, you focused your attention back on him

he smiled at you, and you felt the swarm of butterflies appear in your stomach. despite having been together for a year now, you always found yourself getting flustered over everything he did, from complimenting you, to merely going about his daily activities. he was your everything, and you were his.

i’m glad you like them he broke the silence, moving to press his lips against the skin of your neck i want to get more piercings, but i don’t think the FIA would be particularly fond of that, so his voice trailed off, now sucking on your neck lew... i thought you said you were tired- your voice cut off as you inhaled sharply, back arching off the bed slightly at his unrelenting mouth harshly sucking on your skin. he seemed desperate, desperate to mark you as his.

i missed you so much, baby. he murmured, voice low. missed your smile, missed your pretty face, missed this gorgeous body of yours, i missed all of you. the admission made your head spin, and you felt arousal flood your senses.

baby... we can do this tomorrow, it's late, you just got back, you need rest. you tried to stop him as his hands smoothed over the skin of your hips, the skimpy nightgown riding up. i've gone months without you, love, i can't take it anymore, please the desperation in his raspy voice was your downfall, stripping yourself of the nightgown and pulling him into a heated kiss. fuck.. you're so pretty he almost groaned as he positioned himself above you. your eyes rolled back as he kissed his way down your body, pressing wet, hot kisses on the inside of your thighs.

enough teasing lew, please you whined, getting impatient. please what baby, what do you want me to do he asked cockily, want you to eat me out, please you were practically begging. god, the effect this man had on you, the control he had over your body.

so polite he chuckled, before he shoved his head between your thighs, a few stray braids falling to frame his face. a high pitched moan left your throat as he sucked on your clit the same way he did your neck. fuck, yes, right there your eyes screwed shut as he slipped two fingers into you.

the combination of his mouth and fingers was heavenly, and considering you'd gone 2 whole months without feeling his touch, you were close already. baby, 'm close you managed to pant out in between moans.

your eyes flew open as he pulled away. want you to come on my cock he murmured, licking his fingers clean. you sat up, hands moving to pull his boxer-briefs off, his cock slapping his abs gently. you practically drooled as you wrapped your hand around the base. but what you saw was something you definitely didn't expect. your mouth fell open as you reached to gently smooth your finger over his pierced tip. you like it? he asked tentatively. i fucking love it, lew. oh my god you were breathless, awestuck by the way the piercing made his pretty cock even prettier.

you're so fucking hot my god... you praised before wrapping your lips around his tip, the cool metal of the piercing coming into contact with your tongue. but before you could take him deeper into your mouth, he'd pulled you off. need to be inside you he explained hastily as he practically manhandled you so that you were once again laying under him.

oh fuck the groan that left his lips as he pushed into you was nothing short of filthy. so fucking tight he breathed. fuck lew, please, i need more. you couldn't recognise your own voice, your brain was foggy from the pleasure coursing through your veins. he obliged, cock easily slipping all the way in you. he paused momentarily, giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him.

you wrapped yourself around his body, hands resting on his back, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. a silent request for him to start moving. his thrusts were fast and hard, slamming his cock deep into you, and pulling out, leaving only his tip in you before slamming back in again.

the sounds the two of you were making was nothing short of filthy. your moans and his groans, the sound of skin against skin. you clenched around him when his fingers circled your clit harshly. lew i'm close, you gasped out. come for me baby, come all over my cock. his voice was strained. your walls spasmed as you came, back arching off the bed.

even then, he didn't stop, his thrusts only getting faster. his free hand moved to grab your hip, his grip so tight you were sure there would be a bruise there tomorrow. a sharp gasp left you as he lifted your hips slightly, the change in angle only making him slip even deeper into you.

you close again already princess? i can feel you clenching around me. he chuckled, a hint of mock lacing his voice. you couldn't form words anymore, anything you tried to say came out as a moan or a whine. i've got you baby, just let go he soothed. you could feel his movements faltering as they became sloppier.

want.. want you to cum in me you managed to stutter out. yeah? you want me to breed you? fuck a baby into you? you only managed a nod in response before you felt ropes of his warm cum fill you up, the sensation triggering your own orgasm. your walls clenched tightly around his cock, milking his cock dry.

your body was limp as he pulled out of you, lying beside you. so, when did you get it the question slipped out as soon as you'd caught your breath. i've been thinking about it for a while, got it a month and a half ago he chuckled. what happened to the FIA not being happy, hm? you teased i don't care if they like it or not, i mean, if they stop me from racing because of it, then so be it. you smiled at his response, wrapping your arms around him and shutting your eyes.

you do like it, right? he questioned nervously after some time. i love it. you reassured, pressing a kiss to the piercing on his nose. he only hummed, cuddling closer to you as the both of you slipped into a deep sleep.

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[knoxmares]

EP 01 : PAGE TURNER : CASE #10012022

featuring: satan x invisible monster!reader

MINORS DNI

tags: top amab gn reader, reader is an unspecified invisible monster with claws, monsterfucking, sensory deprivation, edging

In a room that is typically silent, Satan is too aware of the sound his polished nails make as they thrum against that book. That cursed book being the only one that has ever truly haunted him. Even now he swears it meets his fingertips with a beat of its own, an eager reminder that it’s always waiting for him to indulge himself. 

Though his eyes are trained on the eloquently etched title, Monster in Waiting, he still catches the rapid movement of his chest. The anxiousness he feels, however, isn’t due to some emotion as foolish as fear yet stems from anticipation. This book gives you complete control yet steals every ounce of it at the same time. A frustrating yet pleasurable phenomenon. 

And it’s that search for pleasure that causes him to finally open the book and reveal the summoning page. The only way to enact this particular curse is to read the words aloud, so naturally, Satan’s mouth feels dry, causing him to lick his lips before voicing the words that are shamefully too familiar to him. 

“The quiet darkness…”

Only three words have left his mouth, but the atmosphere in his room begins to shift regardless, a tension both ominous and electrified beginning to form around him.

“...shrouds a monster in waiting.” A chill runs through him as he hears a faint scratching under his bed. 

“A monster that exists only to heed my call” There is an inkling of your presence now. A presence familiar yet always foreign somehow. He instinctively clutches the book tighter in his hands, bare thighs squeezing together.

As he continues tasting the familiar words on his tongue, he feels your presence grow stronger, your energy caressing his skin. His cheeks flush realizing the state he’s in, how obvious it is that he’s prepared. His mind drifts to the lube still slowly leaking out of his entrance, special efforts made to stretch himself out for you.

As if you hear his thoughts, your low, amused chuckle rings out.

“Already want me to play with you again, Satan?” you tease in your whispered ancient language that the curse somehow allows him to understand. It’s like he can feel the strange raspiness of your voice raking over skin, eliciting goosebumps and making his dick twitch. It’s only when you speak again that he realizes he hasn’t said anything.

“Go on, my little master” your voice is sweetly condescending. “You know I’m bound by the spoken word” Right…right. Despite being an invisible being, he still feels the heat of your gaze and tries his best to hide his embarrassment as he looks back to the book. Now that he’s summoned you, your presence will remain as long as the book is open, but he won’t be able to feel you unless he reads the words aloud. 

He starts reading the ancient text, his words tentative as he prepares himself for your touch. But of course you wait for the exact moment his tone becomes relaxed, allowing your claws to find his chest and they do not pierce his skin but instead leave a faint red trail as you make your way slowly down his torso and outwards to his hips. Not being his first time with you, he’s able to continue forcing out the words, albeit voice high pitched and strained.

It’s harder to maintain control, however, when you pry his legs apart, claws teasing his inner thigh. He whimpers and finds himself instinctively bucking his hips up off his sheets, but he doesn’t get the friction he desires, your touch disappearing. The slight pause he took was enough to disrupt the curse and therefore your ability to make physical contact. 

A whine forms in the back of his throat, and he can hear you click your tongue in faux disappointment. He already tripped up so easily? Was he really that desperate for you today?

He starts again, but his knuckles are still stark white from the way he grips the book in anticipation. He can feel you hovering above him, and holding his breath, he waits for your lips to press against him. Your kisses are feather light, trailing down his neck, but eventually your tongue glides over his collar bone before giving him a gentle bite. A strangled gasp leaves him as soon as he feels your teeth, fingers reaching out for a figure he can’t grasp. 

 Damn it. 

You two continue this dance, going at the pace Satan sets until a dozen bruises mark his skin and his cock stands painfully erect, precum leaking from the tip. You don’t take mercy on him, however, leaving his cock untouched as you tease his entrance with your tip. He can only imagine the smug look on your face as you edge him over and over again, Satan unable to keep reading long enough for you to push yourself fully into him. 

“Can’t you take it all, Satan?” he can feel your hands splayed across his hips as you lift up his lower half, pushing into him for what feels like the hundredth time. He squeezes around your length tightly as he gasps out the words, more determined than ever to withstand all the pleasure you could give him. 

“There we go. Keep going, love” You sound prideful as you are finally able to fully thrust into him, and you waste no time pulling back to snap your hips into him a second time. Satan moans the syllables now, which only seems to speed up your movements. Satan feels his cock spasm on his stomach, a prickling sensation at its base.

It won’t take much more now, so he uses all of his willpower to focus on the text, voicing each word with urgency. Just another sentence….

A sudden knock at his bedroom door sends a jolt through his heart and without thinking he slams the book shut. With his feverish cheeks and heavy breathing, it takes him a moment to process what he’s done. The first thing he’s aware of is how empty he feels and the next is the throbbing of his still swollen cock. 

The air no longer feels electrified with your presence and with a huff of frustration, Satan lets his head fall back onto his headboard. After his sharp tongue sends his brother away, he allows his gaze to fall on the book again.

He contemplates opening it back up. He swears he can hear your seductive whisper beckoning him back to you. To let you be the one to finish him. But you cease to exist when the book is closed. A monster that only existed to heed his call. Right?

He was the one in control.

So why did the thought of you still linger, your voice haunting him every time he went to touch himself? Why did he taste familiar words on his tongue as he coaxed himself to cum? His mind and body never letting him forget the monster in waiting.

#top reader #top male reader #kinktober 2022 #series ☆ the devildom archives !

[viburnt]

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)|| Cigars

Type: Small fic

Genre: NSFW/Suggestive

Notes: I still find it hard to write NSFW, it always sounds better in my mind. Bear with me.

Characters involved: Touya Todoroki (Still Dabi)

Prompt: "Have a light?"/Cigarettes before sex

You didn't like cigars. The way they smelled and made you cough were enough reason to stay away from them, not to mention the nasty aroma clinging into your clothes.

However, despite your obvious dislike, Dabi still insisted on you being the one lighting his stogies.

It was annoying to say the least. Why would he, a fire-quirk user, ask for a lighter when he could use his hands? Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter.

He'd rummage through his pocket whenever you stepped into the room, and pull out a cheap roll for you to ignite. Dabi knew you'd always offer your zippo to fire up his vice.

—Want one?— The outlaw asked the first time it happened, handing you his cheap coronas so you could pick one. You shook your head but thanked him anyway.

—Don't say, you don't smoke?— His voice muttered with a husky style. You could feel his sapphire eyes piercing through your soul as he took a long drag. —Too good to give it a try?

He held his roll out for you, waiting for your fingers to take it. The smell was overwhelming your senses and all you wanted to do was breathe some fresh air.

—Sorry, can't do that. Thank you for the offer.— Your mouth responded, curling into an apologetic smile afterward. The raven – haired was not satisfied with that answer.

He laid a hand on your waist swiftly, pulling your body enough to lean you against him. Opening your mouth in surprise, a thick cloud of smoke met your face. The prick, you thought as you coughed, he just had to do that.

—You are so cute like this.— Dabi derided with a pat on your head. He liked it when you pouted and frowned, knowing you hated his guts.

—Could at least buy one of those vapes people nowadays use. They don't smell as foul.— You scolded. —Why do you like these so much? They are gross.

The man shrugged, not letting your body go.

—They are cheap and unfiltered, if I wanted some girly shit, I'd ask Toga for perfume.— He nonchalantly said, making you roll your eyes. —You seem like the kind that would use those fruit vapes, though. Always whining and yapping like a whimsy bitch.

Dabi lived to piss you off, you thought at that moment. He was having a blast testing your limits.

—Oh, I'm a whimsy bitch for not smoking this crap?— You talked back, taking his cigar out of his lips. —Aren't these like the cheapest available? Does that make you a stingy dog?

The way the man holding you laughed at your efforts had your patience running low. How adorable and helpless you were in his eyes was beyond your comprehension.

—You are giving me the reason, you know? When this pretty mouth of yours tries to get back at me… a yapping bitch.— He purred, his lips millimeters away from yours. Enough to make your body jolt.

—Tch, dick.— The criminal heard you mutter with a pout.

—You're so mean! Boo-hoo!— His raspy voice mocked in a high-pitched tone, imitating a phrase you'd said many times before. Allowing his hand to roam with more freedom around your body, he reached the dampness between your legs. —Shut up, whore. You say that, while I can feel this right here.

The way his digits applied some pressure on your nerve bundle made you mewl unconsciously. Pushing him a little, you put some space between your bodies. The way your face flustered was enough for Dabi to continue.

—Do you have to be like this all the time?— You scolded, trying to hide the way your body ached for him.

The villain threw away his cigar butt on the floor, extinguishing with his heavy boot.

—The more you act all stuck-up, the more I wanna bury my dick inside you.—

He stole your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, his tongue playing with yours as his hands groped your hips.

The way you'd grind against his thigh to get some friction had Dabi baring his white fangs; fuck, so wet.

It felt good, you couldn't deny it. Specially not when your cunt was being split open by his cock as your face was pressed against the wall.

But God, you still hated cigars.

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#My Hero academia #Dabi x Reader #Touya Todoroki x Reader #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Spotify

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x gn!reader

18+

I had this stupid little wonderful fic idea in my head after seeing a post from @rogueshadeaux (link at bottom). I did a quick blurb, then it sat in my notes for months. Well I finally did something with it, so without further ado, some smutty little Delsin content.

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You couldn’t believe this was finally happening. In your apartment. With Delsin Rowe.

Hands were running roughly over your body, lips and teeth all over your neck, biting and sucking in ways that made every part of your body tremble. The moans that left your lips were enough to make even you feel shame, but the way your body was being worshipped caused any pretenses of decency to fall on the floor, next to the shirt and jeans that you had been wearing moments before. Grunts came from the mouth leaving marks on your collarbone, as hands moved down to your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“God…you’re so fucking hot.”

The sight above you did nothing to help the burning ache deep within you, those starving, dark eyes raking over your body, undressing what little clothing you had on left. His long hair falling over his face from under his beanie, and you wanted nothing more than to lead his smirking mouth where you needed craved it. His hands gripping your hips as he moved his lips torturously slow down your stomach, those burning, sloppy kisses that left a trail of bruises and passion to his prize. He chuckles as you struggle to swallow a high-pitched whine, body writhing up to meet his punishment, and when he glances up at you, a sinister grin forms as he drags his tongue against the delicate skin over your hipbones, and ever so lower. You know he’s going to make you beg for it, just the way you liked.

“Come on, Del, I need you” you moan, eyes closed tight with the immediate need to be fucked senseless. You try to be coy and buck your hips to meet him, but he pins you down, large hands pressing a little bit too firmly. God the bruises were going to be beautiful.

“Ohh babe, no way,” he chuckles, hot breathe hitting low enough to make you twitch, “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight.” His voice is raspy and hungry, and you know he’s going to fuck you so hard, and you can’t help the way your breath hitches as he moves up your body to lick at those piercings you got last year. The resulting litany of curses from your lips is enough to make him groan, straining against his jeans.

“God, Del—ahh—take off your clothes and fuck me already,” you breathe out, hands gripping into the sheets beneath you as he laps over the delicate metal. The sharp inhale that results from you grinding your thigh against him tells you that he, in fact, would not be taking his time with you.

A long groan, and then he’s sitting up, long legs astride your hips, and you reach your fingers up to tease him through his jeans, encouraging him to undress faster. His long fingers fly, unbuttoning and throwing off the flannel shirt that you loved to “borrow” so often, dropping it without a thought behind him as you assist him out of his paint-splattered jeans. Just his undershirt and boxers left.

As you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he removes his beanie, letting his wild hair spill over his face. His fingers pull the gray shirt over his head, and your gaze follows the hem, seeing the strip of smooth skin below growing as the shirt leaves his body. The sharp lines of his Adonis belt that always led scandalously into the hem of his jeans, his abs, god his abs, the single ring piercing that you knew just how to suck on to make him moan. Your eyes took in the sight of his lean, hard body, drunk on the addiction that was intimacy with him. He was perfect, all you could ever want from a sexual partner. He knew all the ways to satisfy you over and over yet leave you craving more. He was amazing, he was hot, he was…he was…he was—what the fuck was he doing?

“Del, what’s going on,” you murmur as you prop up on your elbow, head cocked to the side in confusion.

“The beanie—I’m putting it back on,” came the reply, clearly the most obvious thing in the world. A moment of silence goes by as you stare at him, and you can’t help the giggle that falls out of you. Then he pulls the beanie down, brushing the hair out of his face, and the laugh dies.

“Oh god, oh my god—you’re serious.”

Your whole body shakes as laughter rolls out of you, head thrown back into the pillow as you try to catch your breath.

“What?? Babe—why are you laugh—babe! The hat stays on during sex!”

There’s a softness in his eyes as he watches your laughter turn to giggles, he loved to make you laugh and smile. However, he also loved to make other sounds come from you, which was his current intention. The giggles die in your throat as his boxers hit the floor, eyes hungry roaming over you as he climbs in between your legs, slotting perfectly. He holds his hand up to show you the soft glow coming from his fingers, warm heat emanating from them, your eyes going wide as you watch him drag his hand down between your legs.

“You know what, try laughing now,” he grins, watching you writhe under his hot touch, body under an assault of ecstasy. Yes, he knew exactly how to unwind you.

Thank fuck, you think to yourself. Finally.

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The post in question 😂 thanks for putting this scene in my head.

#Delsin Rowe #Delsin Rowe x reader #my writing #writing #smutty smut smut #infamous second son

[cartelheir]

things your muse will notice about mine. ( repost, don't reblog. )

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE. like a million dollars. always dressed in good quality elegant outfits and adorned with jewelry, patricia is hardly ever seen looking casual, even if it means she has to sacrifice her comfort in other to be at her best appearance always. it's not that she doesn't trust her natural beauty; she knows her features are quite striking, but sees her natural state as lazy and unkept. other than her jewelry, her signature look consists of a red lipstick, hair styled into a blowout and soft curls, and tailored clothes that hug and accentuate her curves rather than hiding them.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE. she owns a lot of perfume bottles, but 90% of the time she'll reach for cartier or dior. it should come as no surprise that she enjoys the classic, glamorous fragrances. she's not one to apply too much, just enough. she also smokes semi-frequently, so it's not uncommon to catch her smelling like cigarette smoke.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE. aw i'm not good at this one i'm sorry hgfbdhg normal ig. lips taste like whatever lipstick or lipgloss she's wearing.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE. she has that kind of higher-pitched, ever so slightly raspy voice, and a bit of an accent when she speaks english. when talking, specially if in a group of people, she tends to get carried away and raise her voice without even realizing it. she enjoys singing too, and her singing voice is what most would describe as a disney princess voice: sweet and strong, with an affinity for high notes as opposed to low ones, even though she can reach quite a wide range.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE. like a wild fire: bright, intense and contagious. there's nothing about patricia that's subtle, subdued or tamed; she was meant to be seen, heard, and felt to the full intensity of her personality, for better of for worse. physically, she feels warm to the touch, and surprisingly soft considering the rough front she puts up. very rarely you'll find someone who has neutral feelings about patricia. she's the kind of person you either love or hate, or both at once.

tagged: @samuhelll thank you!! tagging: @parieur / @flmed / @artmadc / @r4bidog / @feilien / @c-louise / @jungtaeju / anyone else who hasn't done this pls steal and tag me in it so i can see it!

#hc tag tbt #i dont like any of my tags rn i really need new ones 😭

[fallen-if]

What do the ROs voices sound like?

Michael has a really nice voice! It’s very silvery and angelic (pun intended). It’s not too high-pitched but it’s also not really deep either.

Uriel has a deeper, slightly gruff voice. She also usually speaks in a pretty taut tone. It’s not too deep but still pretty low.

Vir has a very dramatic voice. He’s a little too loud when speaking and his voice can be a bit raspy at times.

Lilith has a very smooth voice. She always speaks in a slightly tilted and teasing tone. Overall, it’s a very nice voice.

Cas has a higher-pitched voice. It’s pretty raspy and they tend to talk really quickly so words occasionally will jumble together.

Alex has a softer voice. It’s very light and pleasant sounding but it can also be pretty difficult to hear them.

#fallen if #anon ask #ask #answered #all ros #Michael #Lilith #Uriel #Alex #Cas #Vir

[mostlyskinart]

📣, 🪤, 🌠, and 🌋 for alex!!!

Thank you for these questions ahhh!!

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Alex is LOUD loud. Like, when you sit next to him, you might wanna move away after some time because your ears are ringing, no idea what an inside voice is. Alex is a scene prince so he assimilates into whatever youth culture is cool right now, so he speaks with a lot of german colloquialism ('diggah', 'alter'), anglicisms ('for real') and also uses that social media type weaponised mental health speak ('this is not good for my mental health', 'that dude was literally so toxic'). He is not really that eloquent, but fairly passionate in his voice and tone, and also gets easily distracted. I have not found a voice claim for him yet but i feel like his voice is kinda raspy and on the low spectrum, but he was embraced right at the verge of his voice breaking so he has vocal fries sometimes, and that annoying high pitched patronizing laugh teenage boys have. When he is afraid or in trouble, his voice will become quiet, high-pitched, vibrating, childlike almost, like bursting into tears at any moment.

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Alex would be lured into danger to protect his coterie, his haven and his ghoul Mario. He wants them to be happy and safe, even if it's his actions that bring them into dangerous situations sometimes.

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

Alex would wish for a mother and a father, and to turn back time to relieve his childhood. Alternatively, he would wish his sire Nola back to unlive. I'll elaborate on that in another ask!

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

Alex biggest weakness is his temper. Alex will blow-up at the slightest provocation and will go into a full-blown tearful narcissistic rage, trashing his surroundings, hurting himself and threatening physical violence. When he feels cornered, he will lash out physically too, doesn't matter if you're his friend or foe. He likes to banter with his friends, but it is almost unpredictable when the line is crossed and he actually starts blowing up, and he will get mean and make it real insulting and personal, like calling a Nos friend ugly to his face etc. Alex is really ashamed about his outbursts too and will act like they never happened afterwards. The only way to make him shut up is to be of higher standing or being physically stronger than you. Alex lives by the principle, survival of the strongest, and if there is a person that he perceives as stronger than him he will be very respect- and even fearful of them and go into a fawn-like response even. But once you loose his respect or your standing, you are fair game for his bullying.

#oc alex

[jeonginsdiary]

Hello, can you write a lee! Xdinary Heroes headcannons please? Thank you have a have a good day.

( Your an amazing writer :) )

Omg sure!

Ty you’re so sweet!

I’ll do 10 head cannons for each member since there’s 6 of them <3

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Gunil

• i feel like he’s ticklish but doesn’t get tickled a lot by the members cause he’s the oldest yk

• windshield wiper laugh😭

• his worst spot would be his armpits

• the backs of his knees are a bad spot for him

• extremely defensive when tickled

• tries to hit his members hands away but it’s just ends up in his arms getting pinned

• pretends to not be ticklish but when he gets a poke to the side he jolts so hard

• sensitive neck and ears

• especially when members blow into his ears

• he can shriek pretty loudly when he’s tickled

Jungsu

• literally so ticklish it’s adorable

• has a high pitched contagious laugh

• i imagine his worst spot to be his tummy😭

• especially when members give him raspberries there

• he’ll scream so loud when members massage his hips

• he tries to get away but he gets easily weakened by tickles

• gets tickled all the time cause of how cute he looks omg

• he tries begging the members but it always fails

• only when his laughter goes silent is when his members let up

• has one of the cutest smiles ever i swear

Gaon

• ticklish legs <3

• will viciously kick if members pretend to crack an egg on his knee

• throws his head around a lot when he’s tickled

• literally screams when members unexpectedly poke his ribs

• always getting tickled by gunil😫

• has a raspy laugh but overall it’s pretty cute

• whines A LOT when tickled

• tries to hide when he feels an attack coming

• his lower thighs are a sweet spot for him

• blushes a lot😶

O.de

• gets tickled 24/7 by his bandmates

• worst spot would be his hips

• he’ll scream and buck when a member drills into his hips

• his laugh is high pitched and bubbly

• hates it when members run their fingers along the back of his neck

• he tries holding onto their hands but once the members fingers connect with his sides he’s done for

• squeezes his eyes shut whenever he’s tickled

• way too ticklish for massages 😭

• always tries to kick whichever member is tickling him but they end up catching his foot and scribbling their fingers all over ahh

• will die if members even go near his armpits

Junhan

• acts like he’s not even ticklish

• tries to suppress his smile every time he gets a poke to the side

• that is until the members attack his thighs

• he screams and tries to dislodge their hands from his thigh

• especially when they claw his inner thigh, that’s when he really laughs

• his laughter is low pitched but can also go pretty high at times

• he gets really embarrassed when members tease him

• his ears are pretty ticklish

• whenever members hug him, they’ll purposely blow into his ear to hear him shriek

• his feet are a pretty bad spot for him

Jooyeon

• ofc he gets tickled the most cause he’s the maknae and he’s pretty mischievous >:)

• his worst spots would we his hips or armpits

• o.de says he’s always having to wake jooyeon up so i feel like he would wake him up with tickles

• whenever jooyeon is being bratty the members will pin him down and tickle him

• when members really want to wreck him, they’ll tickle his hips and armpits at the same time

• they love bringing their poor maknae close to death

• eventually they let up but not without constant teasing towards the youngest 😭

• he’s basically ticklish all over his body

• even his back is sensitive when the members run their nails down his spine

• his laughter is loud yet adorable

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Ahh I hope you enjoyed these!

Stay healthy!

#kpop tickle #xdinary heroes

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Kinda bored now bestie but I've had a vision of Winter or at least Karina is the type to whine, whimper and let out those seductive moans while you fuck them senselessly

Didn't go for anon cos I wanna be friends with ya ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

Sure, I'm always open to new friends, bestie🥺

And actually you're right, especially about Winter. She will gradually let out moans always more cute and high-pitched. She would try her best to mantain her voice quiet, maybe She Will try to cover her face too, but after few minutes she will already surrender and moan without control.

Karina instead would moan more in a raspy voice. Once I heard her talking while having a cold and her voice was sooo low and sexy. And that's the tone I think she would use to moan; maybe her Scream would be more higher in tone, when doing something like pinching her nipples.

Thank you for sharing your vision in my blog, friend❤️❤️

Zazá

#kpop #kpop girls #ask me anything #aespa karina #aespa winter #aespa smut

[soonhoonsol]

okay i saw eric nam ask mark lee (nct) this so i'm sending it to a bunch of people bc i'm curious: you have to make a kpop super group consisting of at least 5 idols from any existing group, who are the members?

OOOOH anon!!! this question is so good 😖 but now i must think...

okay i've always liked the slow rock / kinda rainy day songs with a good beat so...

Woozi (SVT) - great voice, very good dance skills, lowkey has the ability to rap if needed, and has the knowledge and talent to create and produce his own songs (and they're always so good)

Yonghoon (Onewe) - literally the best vocals i've ever heard, but very ballad-y. I think he'd be great at a slow rock or slightly faster-paced song if they let him try that. also the high notes don't burst your eardrums... it's calm but impressive... although never seen him dance so... 🤔

Mingi (Ateez) - deeeeep voice, plus pretty insane rap skills. can rap fast or not-so-fast depending on the tempo, which i think is really good. also the raspy voice 🥵

Liz (Ive) - also very good vocals, plus it's the perfect pitch to compliment both high and low-pitched voices... like hers is right in the middle? but very suited for rainy day songs i feel

Ryujin (Itzy) - amazing dancer, can rap and sing too! plus her voice is quite deep for a female (imo) so it would compliment Liz's well if Liz were to handle more of the higher notes. Also can you imagine a Ryujin/Woozi dance collab tho? i'd cry actually

#askchey #anonymous #did i already think about this for very long or smtg bc i answered this SO fast #but when i think of this group it's a bit similar to the rose/day6 vibes... like a band more than a group #like half performance half band singing ? #idk how to explain it #also i feel they'd be great musically but idk if they would vibe together #i feel i just lumped a bunch of introverts together hmm

[eruverse]

Headcanons: voiceclaims (or voice references).

Mongolia: pleasant and friendly

Mongolia has a speaking voice that’s neither too high pitched nor too low, and it’s clear and pleasant to the ears. He drawls a bit especially in English, showing his chill personality, and he’s always either smiling or laughing when he’s around friends (especially if they’re his people). He’s readily emotive, though 90% of it is deliberate and controlled, so when he’s displeased and wants you to know you’ll definitely know though he’s not one for grudges (everything is usually settled with good drinks, except when people are being real assholes in which case he will leave them alone). When he gets serious his voice gets a notch lower, which might actually be his real voice. I also hc that he has very strong lungs and can hold in breaths for a long time even though he’s a dead stone in water.

Reference: Nargie from ARTGER

This is my favorite Mongolian yo. He always makes me happy watching him because he’s just so pleasant and funny. And his voice is really nice too — though Mongolia doesn’t drawl, or say ‘man’ or ‘dude’ as much as he does, lol. But I imagine Mongolia saying ‘nice, nice’ (сайхан ?) a lot like he does. I mostly reference his Mongolian speaking for Mongolia and not really his performative English.

Golden Horde: clear and it carries

His voice is also neither too high pitched nor too low. He doesn’t like talking or meeting with someone long enough to speak, so whenever he does his sentences tend to be short and a bit monotonous. He also likes making people know from the tone of his voice that their presence is unwanted because he’s a terrible person lol, so he has a vibe of a self important person even though he’s only an honest people hater who wants to be left alone and be *free*. Think of him as an edgy young man.

Reference: Dimash Kudaibergen (the voice not the vibe, Dimash is a nice dude unlike Horde)

Kazakhstan: booming bass non-smoker smoker voice

VERY LOW voice it’s like you can feel your own ribcage vibrate when he speaks. Almost unexpected coming from someone with a pretty face like Kaz, but it just is and many young women have been made flustered thanks to it. He has a pretty much normal way of speaking, neither too emotive nor emotionless as he likes to present himself as a guy who’s mature, stoic and put together (everything changes when he’s drunk, in which case he gets ultra dramatic).

Reference: Nurlan Saburov (too bad he can’t speak Kazakh (tho he can understand it) because I would like to hear)

He can reach this tone too:

Uzbekistan: a bit raspy and persuasive

He has low-ish voice but not ultra bass like Kazakhstan. A bit raspy which gives his voice extra point for crunchiness, but not too much so you can focus on other nicer aspects of it. What’s most interesting is how persuasive Uz can be though; I describe him as a mix of a hostess and a grandma, so he knows how to get under people’s skin by making them feel wanted, attended to, and loved. As such, the tone and pitching of his voice would often follow the circumstance at hand, though he has his default of serene, empathetic, and relaxed way of speaking. Not saying that he has ulterior motives though; in general he doesn’t and he’s an average well-natured person, but he likes to take care of his loved ones and be in charge of their pleasure.

Reference: this poetry reciter from twitter (especially the type of his voice)

#hetalia #aph mongolia #oc golden horde #oc kazakhstan #oc uzbekistan #hws mongolia #hws kazakhstan #hws golden horde #hws uzbekistan #my headcanon

[kindan-no-kanojo]

How does scarlet voice sound like is it shrill or grave? I always imagine her voice to be deep and grave!

Hi! Thank you for your question! Let me tell you, your intuition is not too far off, Scarlett's voice is somewhat deep, but not necessarily grave or husky at all.

Her natural voice is rather soothing, even soft, and clean. While it is sort of low, her voice can go higher without much of a vocal effort. Especially considering that she is someone who is very prone to get angry and aggressive, lol. When she does and she raises her voice, it tends to get more raspy, but only in those cases.

In musical terms, her register would be mezzosoprano, meaning that it's a middle-range voice, as opposed to a high-pitched one or a very low one (although it can get to those points, to an extent).

Additionally, I've chosen a voice claim for her which might illustrate what I mean in an easier way! The voice that is the closest to what she sounds like in my head is Yukari Tamura's voice, but a specific type of voice only. In truth, her roles in anime are usually for child-like characters, very young girls, etc., but there is some rare occasions where she uses a lower register and that one, mixed with her high-pitched nature, that is what Scarlett's voice sounds like for me! Specifically, Lady Bernkastel's voice, from Umineko/Higurashi series is the one role that I think fits her vocals in the most accurate way.

I have posted two videos so far with her voice claim, if you want to take a look! Here we have Scarlett's soft, calm voice and Scarlett's excited, joyful voice (although she's being very mean lmao). I want to make one more with her angry voice, but I'm working on other stuff at the moment! Also, soon I will share her character song!

In conclusion, yes, her voice is deep, but maybe not as much as you'd expect! I hope this was helpful, thanks for asking! ♥

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how i do the twst characters voices ;; a very long post

Heartslabyul

riddle :: half british ??? quieter and whispy but like not really

trey :: BASIC. ASS. wHITE BOY IMPRESISON i really need a good fucking trey voice but for now hes just deep and basic

cater :: he slays, he sounds like a fucking popular high school girl from all those movies but like slightly deepr

ace :: essentially my voice but he sounds like a litle shit (as if i dont) he also does not say the g at the ends of words (so he'll be like "well i'm trying to win this game but you're just the master of cards apparently!" i'd read it as "well i'm try'na win this game but you're jus' the master o' cards apparently!") so like a slight accent i guess

deuce :: deeper version of ace basically, but says like g in running or f in of slightly more often

Savanaclaw

leona :: deep as fuck, tired always, raspy, basically just me in the morning

ruggie :: mid pitch and with a slight rasp that igive my kokichi voice to make him sound like a little shit

jack :: deuce but deeper

Octavinelle

azul :: slight musical quality to his voice i guess?? like i raise n lower the pitch a lot, but like in a way that stays consistent with the voice (slightly deeper than my own so like mid-low tone) and is very smart sounding. also slightly whispy

jade :: deep and whispy, but in a way thats different to practically every other deep and whispy character voice i have. sounds more professional and i definitely end up accentuating every sound in words when i do his voice lmao

floyd :: higher pitched than my voice (mid-high, more on the mid side) and drags out EVERY. GOD. DAMN. SOUND. also like ace, doesnt say certain letters / sounds (like g in going (goin') or f in of (lots o' fun) to give him that I Dont Give A Shit quality to the voice

Scarabia

kalim :: mid-high pitch, Excited Always, its literally hard for me to keep my voice quiet when i do his voice cuz hes so RAAAH yk?

jamil :: deep and whispy but this time he sounds more whispy, with just the slightest of british accents i think ???

Pomefiore

vil :: mid-range pitch, whispy as hell, and drags out only certain syllables for HUGE assholeish emphasis (love you vil)

rook :: i try to make him french but it always comes out russian somehow. on the deeper side but not whispy this time

epel :: ALWAYS SOUTHERN FUCK YOU, i just emphasize it a bit more when hes speaking WITH the accent directly. basically just me but southern tbh, if slightly deeper so like directly middle tone

Ignihyde

idia :: VERY quiet, mid-low tone, raspy on occasion, ALSO ALWAYS SHAKY VOICE. NEVER NOT SHAKY VOICE.

ortho :: high pitched and slightly robot-esque but not really, like its only got the slight each-word-has-a-different-emphasis kinda thing, so its hardly noticable. basically just higher pitched theres no robotic quality to how i do his voice AHGJKAHSFJK

Diasomnia

malleus :: just barely british with a hint of REALLY FUCKING DEEP VOICE like one of the deepest i can go. thats it thats the post

silver :: mid-low and whispy, but like a casual sounding whispy with again that slight british but not really

sebek :: deeper and loud, with emphasis on every sound in words like i dont miss the gs in running or the f in of he says every syllable

lilia :: deeper but not deep, he has like a slight british accent too because goddammit why is. why is diasomnia partially british. anyway he has like a grandmother-ish quality to his voice but in like a good way like hje doesnt sound old he just has that really sweet part going for him

Staff / Misc

grim :: very high pitched, gruff as much as i can but turned raspy with how my voice does it, hurts my voice but just imagine like me trying to do a bakugo impression as a tiny litle shit of a cat

crowley :: FULL. ON. BRITISH. on the deeper side and BRITISH ALL THE FUCKLING WAY

crewel :: deeper but definitely like. he sounsd like the snarky dom and has the sweet quality lilia has but this time insincere

vargas :: DEEP voice man. thats the only quality he has my normal accent like a northern indiana accent but like excited

trein :: vargas but if he was depressed

che'nya :: accentuates some letters but not all, definitely mysterious sounding. slightly deeper than my normal voice (mid-low, more mid) and has a roll to it that icant describe as not a roll

neige :: whispy, definitely sounds like the best friend you wish you had AHDSJKAHSFG, he just sounds so sweet honestly. very quiet too tho, slightly higher pitched (mid-high closer to mid) he just sounds very sweet raah

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i think thats all the characters ive read in voices other than fuckin. background characters from like backstories or kid versions or whatever. anyway thats it bye this took me like 30 minutes to write out for no one but mYSELF

#twst

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Wings of Fire and Stardust

Time for a dragon alternate universe involving sun and moon, and a few guest mentions along the way.

When your baby brother gets taken by the most dangerous dragons to exist, it's up to you to track him down.

Which spirals out of control when you're forced to make a life changing decision

For height differences, Sun and Moon are 10 feet tall when they stand at their full height.

A slight warning for past abuse and ptsd

Reader is of age!

ao3 link!

Don’t go out past midnight. That’s what your father always told you

The dragons will come, and they will feast upon your flesh. The Sun Dragon likes to trick children into following them, and the Crescent Moon punishes the bad ones.

You never actually saw one, but there had been attacks in northern areas. No one ever survived. It was enough to keep you inside the castle.

Your princess-like status went unnoticed in the kingdom. All because your toddler brother was the star of the show, soon to be king when he got older.

It didn’t really bother you. Servants and the like never bugged you.

A casual hello or how are you would’ve been nice though.

Out of all the fantastic creatures that the forest held, the dragon brothers had to be the most dangerous.

One day when you visited the village, your little brother had wandered too far near the edge of the grass patch, leading straight into the woods. A guard stopped you before you could go after him.

Now they cared?

No one would accept the offer to rescue the soon to be king…

Some security system.

And here you were, riding a skiddish and barely trained horse into the darkest portion of the forest.

You finally booked it past the bog towards the jagged mountains. “Finally.” The moment you reached out to tie up your horse, it turned tail and nearly knocked you over in the process.

“Wait, come back!” You started to run after it before the stallion sprinted off into the darkness. Now it belonged to the bog gator.

“Well, fuck me then.” You nearly kicked the rock wall before realizing the vibrations could give away your location.

Sneaking around the steep wall, you could overhear voices inside the cave. One was high pitched and rather excited. The other low and raspy. A chill ran through your spine at the sound of it.

“I’ve never been this close to a human child before. They’re so cute and squishy!”

“It’s kinda ugly. Like a slimy worm baby.”

Now was a better time than never to attack. You readied your sword and jumped into the cave’s entrance.

“Surrender!”

Both dragons turned simultaneously, not even phased by your appearance.

“Oh look, the little hero has come to save her runt.” Moon huffed as he draped himself over a pile of crystals. “Oh, I’m so scared.”

“Give me my brother back!” You held your sword out. “Or I’ll be forced to use this!”

“With a toothpick, too.” The blue dragon snorted, a cloud of smoke puffing out of his nostrils. He snatched the blade from your hands in one swipe. Moon bent the weapon backward as if it were a piece of clay.

“He seems like he’s enjoying himself.” Sun smiled as the child tugged on his snout. Your little brother laughed at the celestial dragon unfurling his wings in and out.

“Either way! I need my brother back! Or I’ll tell the entire town you ate him and attacked me! Then we’ll see who’s running when an angry mob shows up!”

Moon turned on his side. “Like we haven’t plundered several of those already.”

“That is a lie!” He narrowed his eyes at his brother. “And you! Can you not shout in front of the small child?”

“He’s MY brother!” You sighed. “Okay. What the hell do you want? Some sort of deal?”

Moon rolled over again “Hmm, a deal you say?”

The Sun Dragon perked up, in the process dangling your brother a few feet in the air. He held on by his snout and he started to slip.

You gasped and ran to catch him, but Sun beat you to it with his massive wings.

Your eyes narrowed “How can I pay it forward so I can return to the village with my brother?”

The dragons exchanged glances, and the blue one smiled. “Well…we need some form of entertainment.”

“What?”

“You, silly.” Sun giggled. “What was it again in your kingdom? Something about the youngest getting the throne?” He poked your side and you batted at him. “Yeah, we know about that too. Word travels fast in the dark forest.”

Moon crowded your personal space, grinning a full set of fangs. “Do you really think your beloved beer battered father cares about you? If you disappeared entirely, they’d consider you dead.”

“Moon,” Sun growled. “Don’t push it.”

The tall frills on his head lifted. “If you stay with us, we’ll spare your brother. Unless you want the throne to yourself, then we have a meal-“

“WE ARE NOT EATING THE CHILD, MOON.” Sun swatted his brother in the face. “NOR KILLING ANYONE HERE.”

“I’m kidding, dear brother” He snarled. “Our offer still stands. We get to keep your brother, or you take his place and we let him go.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from them. You cared deeply for that kid. But they were right about the ruling part. Only the youngest were to rule over the kingdom. Plus, you’d fail your first quest if you went back empty handed.

Empty child handed?? Child empty?

Never mind.

“We don’t have all day here.” You could hear Sun chirp.

You had no other options.

“…Okay. I’ll stay with you guys.”

Sun, forgetting about the child next to him, pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “Yay! Oh my gosh, we’re gonna have so much fun together! Yes yes yes!”

“Little brother, why don’t you go transport the child back to the village?”

He groaned, “Ugh, why do I have to do it? I’m busy.”

“I’ll come with you!” You offered.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Moon wrapped his tail around your leg. “Don’t want you escaping now, do we?”

“At least let me say goodbye?”

Sun pushed the toddler toward you with his claw. Your brother held a little plush star from Sun’s collection of soft pillows and stuffed animals.

Your brother wouldn’t remember any of this because he was so tiny, but you held him close anyway. “Goodbye little one. Make them proud.”

You finally gave Sun the child, and he drifted out of the cave with the boy in his claws.

Moon proceeded to drag you away again, tightly coiling his tail around your waist. You managed to tug your arms out of his grip.

“Are you going to kill me now?”

Moon tilted his head back and laughed. “How inconsiderate. I invite you into our cave, and you assume that I’ll break the deal.”

“Your invitation sucks.”

“Too bad.”

Both of you sat in silence for the next 5 minutes. Moon sifted through his collection of colorful crystals while you came to reality that this was your life now. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked around the cave.

In contrast to Moon’s crystals and pendants, Sun’s side of the cave was stock full of comfy pillows, plushies, and books stacked in the corner. Brightly colored streamers made for a maypole hung from his side of the wall.

At least the books would give you some sort of distraction, if he let you touch them.

“Moon, what did you mean by entertainment? You were so keen on scaring me to death, so explain.”

He stirred and glanced your way. “It's simple really. And I never intended on scaring you to death!“

"Then tell me-!"

A giant crash made both of your heads whip over to the entrance of the cave.

Sun was clutching an entire apple tree to his chest. “I know you’re not fond of raw fish, so I brought dinner!”

Dear lord…

-

Meet your new roommates. Two touch starved dragons that could easily snap you like a twig

But they won’t

Yes, there will be multiple parts to this. Happy reading!

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