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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year

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How your voice sounds like & how you talk according to your 2nd & 3rd house 🗣:

Aries in the 2nd house & Taurus in the 3rd House:

Aries 2nd house people usually have a very husky/raspy voice and can talk pretty fast when they're excited or angry. Although, their Taurus in the 3rd house can make them more soft spoken in everyday life. If you get on their good side they will be sweet to you but if you piss them off they won't hestitate to drag you. They can be slick with their words. They are the type to be sneaky with their jokes and tease you without you even noticing till later what they said 💀 (Michael Jackson has this placement and everyone thinks he was so sweet but would literally sing 50 Cent in his car, cuss words and all lmao 😂)

Taurus in the 2nd house & Gemini in the 3rd house:

I know this sounds weird but Taurus 2nd house people talk more with their throat. Their voice sounds either very throaty or very nasally (I mean come on now - Shakira, Rihanna, G-Eazy, Cardi B, Heath Ledger, Stevie Nicks, AND Andrew Garfield. The proof is in the pudding). Their tone of voice is very unique but it's also attractive? They cound sound a little bit like they have a cold, its cute. If they are singers they use a lot of vibratto (don't worry I'll do a post on this too 🙄). Gemini in the 3rd house people could be very expressive with their faces when they talk and show a duality. They could also talk with different accents depending on who they are with.

Gemini in the 2nd house & Cancer in the 3rd house:

These people are very chatty around those they feel comfortable with. If they have a lot of air or fire in their birth chart they are friendly and love to socialize. If there is more earth and water they are shy but like to converse with whoever they are close to. Gemini 2nd house people tend to speak with a vocal fry. They could be emotional speakers as well with their Cancer in the 3rd house or they are good at making people feel heard during a conversation.

Cancer in the 2nd house & Leo in the 3rd house:

Their voices sound as if they're sleepy. Cancer 2nd house people's voices sound soft and airy. With a Leo in the 3rd house, they put some bass in their voice when they yell or get mad. Similar to a cat, they might be chill at first, and pur and meow, but if you piss them off they'll roar. They are very passionate and could choke up a bit or cry if they talk about a sensitive subject.

Leo in the 2nd house & Virgo in the 3rd house:

Leo 2nd house people growl as they talk, sing, or rap. Might even clear their throat before speaking. Could have some health problems with their throat or nose. They have the tendency to be congested. Virgo in the 3rd house could make them sound like a nerd when they talk about their interests 🤓

Virgo in the 2nd house & Libra in the 3rd house:

Virgo 2nd house people have very thin voices and typically sound high pitched, it's like their voices sound like it's struggling to come out (if their is voice is deeper it will sound gravely like Tyler, The Creator). They could require voice lessons or speech therapy at some point in their life. Possibly has social anxiety. Has or could develop a lisp. Talented when it comes to using their voice for entertainment like voice acting, reporting, speeches, singing, rapping, etc. (Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn or Eddie Murphy as Mushu and Donkey). With their Libra in the 3rd house they could have a way with words. They could be very charming when they speak and like to flirt. Might even turn on the charm to get what they want (I'm guilty of this).

Libra in the 2rd house & Scorpio in the 3rd house:

There is two spectrums with these people. On one hand their voices are very attractive and the way they speak can be sensual... or they can be vulgar and/or hilarious (1. Ice Spice, Michael B. Jordan, Usher, Lauren Jauregui, Keanu Reeves, Meagan Good, & Idris Elba 2. Dave Chapelle, Will Ferrell, Tom Hanks, Kevin Hart, & Ryan Reynolds 3. Dolly Parton & Childish Gambino are both great at singing and know how to do comedy). They are great at entertaining a crowd and could be the host at parties. They know how to make people laugh and blush, it's their way of seducing.

Scorpio in the 2nd house & Sagittarius in the 3rd house:

This combination can cause them to be poetic and philosophical. They are great when it comes it expressing their inner most personal thoughts. When angered, they will let you let you feel their wraith (I mean have you heard Beyoncé on her Lemonade album or Doja Cat on her lives? Lmao they do not fuck around). Their language is very blunt and they cuss a lot (Britney Spears: "Holy shitballs!" 😃 *starts spinning*). Scorpio 2nd house people voices are clear and deep (yes, like the ocean) but if they are around someone they talk in a baby voice. It's so funny too it's like they're usually this badass but then out of nowhere there's this silly high pitched voice 😭 (Kendrick Lamar: "put the pussy on a pedestal ~ put the pussy on a high stool ~ that pussy to die for, yeah that pussy to DIE for ~🎵") Honestly they're just crazy lmao

Sagittarius in the 2nd house & Capricorn in the 3rd house:

These people are SHADYYY. They love to throw shade (Prince) or air out people's dirty laundry if you do them wrong (Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, & Halsey have some of their biggest songs about their exes lol). These people are petty as hell! Sagittarius 2nd house can also give good advice and with their Capricorn in the 3rd house, they have a lot of wisdom to share. A teacher to those around. They will also tell you things about themselves but know not to overshare. They like to have the upperhand in a conversation and keep their next move a secret. They tend to speak "as a matter of factually" and come off as having a careless attitude if they smile. A lot of them speak with a similar tone as well (Anne Hathaway, Jada Pinkett Smith, Mila Kunis, Scarlett Johansson, Winona Ryder, and Kim Kardashian don't have the same voice but their Capricorn tone and Aquarius speech pattern is obvious to me). The men can seem very cool and relaxed, almost the bad boy type (Justin Bieber, Brad Pitt, Nicolas Cage, Eminem, & Elvis Presley).

Capricorn in the 2nd house and Aquarius in the 3rd:

These people are eccentric and are unique. They like to have a persona so they can keep their personal lives private. Their voices sound a bit quirky (I remember watching a interview with Adriana Lima and a lot of people were surprised to hear how she actually sounded).

Aquarius in the 2nd house and Pisces in the 3rd:

These people sound so cute imo??? Jimin from BTS, Ariana Grande, Zac Efron, Ashanti, & Jordin Sparks all have this placement and their voice is so soft like a cloud. Their sense of humor is weird and silly. They are quiet in comparison to others and are probably told often to speak louder. Or they could be slow talkers. Overall just really mellow people lol

Pisces in the 2nd house and Aries in the 3rd house:

These people are motivational speakers (Barack Obama) and are often being quoted for their iconic sayings (Nicki Minaj, Naomi Campbell, Zendaya, & Alicia Silverstone). They know how to connect to people and they are passionate when it comes to helping others. Most likely will be the person to stand up to a bully and defend the person being picked on. Pisces is caring while Aries is bold yet impulsive. These people need to practice "thinking before speaking" because it has a greater affect on not just themself but those around them.

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ziggyzolch · 2 months

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Headache Ⅳ (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: You're bored and Tony won't let you leave the building unless you bring a babysitter with you. Warnings: ig kinda mean wanda Previous Part

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A week with the avengers and you’re already bored. They haven’t let you go on missions or leave the building yet, so you’ve been relying on your friends’ class notes. All you’ve been doing is training, studying, playing video games, and attempting to prank Wanda. She was always one step ahead of you. Scaring you before you could jump out the corner to scare her, using her powers to flip the bucket of ice water and making you spill it all over yourself, and worse of all, predicting the punchline of your jokes before you could get to them.

You learned of her mind reading capabilities when you called her stupid in your head and she rid you of your blanket privileges. She was super sensitive to lame insults, you noticed. It was either that or shoving you against walls was just enjoyable to her.

The one time she was tolerable was during your occasional drinking nights with Peter, and sometimes Pietro. She was touchy, but not mean. Kind of. Last night was one of those nights, and Wanda had gotten the most wasted out of all of you, leading you to call it a night a little earlier.

You wake up to a gentle pushing on your cheek. Peaking an eye open, you break into a smile at the sight of your cat. “Hey, little buddy” You whisper to him, adjusting your position on the floor. He meows back, continuing to paw at you. Pain pierces through your head when you push yourself off the floor. You probably shouldn’t have drunk half your weight in vodka.

A groan comes from the bed in the corner of the room when the chair you were using you hold yourself up creaks loudly. Your eyes widen when you see Wanda gagging with her upper half leaning off the bed. Rushing to get the bin, you speed towards her, placing the trash can under her before she could puke all over her floor. Wanda clutches the bin while you hold her hair back.

“Let it all out.” You attempt to comfort her while your own head’s spinning. She groans after emptying the contents of her stomach, rolling onto her back.

“I’m never drinking again.” Wanda groans while you laugh, taking the bin to the bathroom and dumping its contents into the toilet.

“Do we have training today?” You peek your head out of the bathroom while washing your hands.

“No practice on Saturdays.” She finally gets up, walking towards you.

You’re brushing your teeth as she looks in the mirror, fixing her hair. Spitting the toothpaste out, you ask, “Can I leave the building yet?”

She shrugs, making eye contact with you through the mirror, “You’re gonna have to ask Steve or Tony.”

You groan. Becca has been on your ass about your whereabouts the past 7 days, and you’re running out of excuses. Also, you missed her. The team is great, but you’ve only known them for a week. Plus, you’d rather not cross paths with Steve again. He’s lectured you more times than you could count.

Finishing up, you wash your face and leave Wanda to do her business. You bend down to take out a random black camisole and sweatpants out of your bag and place them on the desk, back cracking as you straightened back up. Wanda refused to let you keep your clothes in her closet, so you had to make do until you got your own room.

You didn’t really know where you stood with her, you hadn’t fully warmed up to each other yet. She still hasn’t let you sleep on the couch. Even drunk, she pushed you to the floor when she caught you falling asleep on her sacred sofa. You couldn’t be assed to argue at the time, but as you're twisting and turning your torso, attempting to rid the pain in your back, you wish you did.

Walking to the nightstand, you check the time on Wanda’s phone. She confiscated yours as a ‘security protocol’, but you think she just wanted to fuck with you. Ignoring the feeling of eyes on you, you sigh and lift your shirt over your head, groaning when you realize you left your clothes on the desk. When you turn, you find Wanda standing outside the bathroom. She looks you up and down, smirking at your blush as you walk to get your clothes.

“Uh, can you turn around?” You curl into yourself, attempting to cover up your body.

The brunette rolls her eyes, “This is my room, you can’t tell me what to do.”

Your blush deepens, “You can’t be serious.”

Wanda doesn’t move from her spot, shrugging. You groan and leave the room, closing the door behind you and taking off your pants. You’re mumbling curses under your breath when a gasp catches your attention. Peter and Natasha are standing at the end of the hallway. The former with his hand over his eyes, a deep blush covering his face. Natasha smirks as she drags Peter by his arm, walking past you and turning a corner. Sighing, you lean against the door, pulling up your pants when suddenly you’re falling forward.

Wanda looks down at you, flat on your face with your pants halfway up. “Fucking bit-”

You don’t even get to finish before you’re being lifted and pushed into a wall. “I dare you to finish that sentence.”

“Why are you always abusing me?” You pout, attempting to turn around and look at her when she pushes your face further into the wall.

“Apologize.” She grits out.

You’re about to retort when you remember you have to talk to Tony. Reluctantly, you mumble out an apology and Wanda turns you around to face her, smirking, “Good girl.”

She pulls your pants up, tapping your reddened cheek and walking back into her room.

What the fuck.

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“Come in!” You push past the door of Tony’s lab, taking in all the machines and holograms around the room. You hadn’t actually gotten a chance to get a good look at everything during your failed heist. “What’s up?” Tony turns to you, blowtorch in hand. Eyes widening, you slowly back up, “Uh, I just wanted to ask if I could leave the building-”

“Nope.”

“What! Why?”

“You’re not exactly the most trustworthy person.”

“Untrue! I saw Peter pick his nose once and I haven’t told anyone!”

“You literally just told me.”

“Please!”

You grab Tony’s shoulders, moving him back and forth and pleading, voice raising in pitch.

He groans, grabbing both your wrists, “Jesus, Fine.”

“Yes!”

“But you have to bring Wanda with you.”

Your face drops, “Peter can come with me.”

Tony shakes his head, “He wouldn’t be able to catch you if you ran, plus you’re all buddy-buddy with him.”

“Okay, fine, but on one condition,”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Can you get me an automatic cat food dispenser, or install one, or hire someone to feed my cat.”

He laughs, “Don’t let Steve find your cat, and sure.”

You internally celebrate, rushing out and back towards Wanda’s room. “Hey, Wanda-” Pushing open the door, you catch the witch sitting on the couch with you laptop on her lap. You grab your laptop and place it in your backpack before she could blink.

One hand on your hip, you stare at her, waiting for an explanation. After a beat of silence, you finally ask, “What were you doing on my laptop?”

Wanda’s eyes dart around the room, looking everywhere but you, mumbling something under her breath.

“What?”

“I wanted to play the game I saw you playing earlier.”

You tilt your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before she groans, “The one where you fight zombies and stuff.”

“Resident evil?”

“Not that one.”

“Call of duty?”

“No!”

“Left for dead?”

“No it was like, ugh I don’t know! Like, it had skeletons and I saw a pig.”

Your eyes light up in realization, “Minecraft?”

Wanda slaps her hands together, “That’s the one!”

You laugh, shaking your head and moving towards your bag to take out cat food. “I’ll let you play, if you come out with me tonight.”

Your cat approaches you when he hears the bag rustle, and you exit the room for a second to pour the food in his bowl. Wanda refused to let you keep the litter box and food bowl in her room, which was fair.

You walk back in, finding Wanda wide-eyed on the couch, “Like, on a date?”

Your eyebrows shoot up, “No! Nothing like that. Tony said I could go out if you came as a babysitter.”

Wanda deflates, “Oh, sure yeah.”

You take your laptop out again, moving to take a seat next to Wanda. You’re explaining how the game works when you get an email from your roommate and best friend, Becca, jokingly asking if you’re gonna bail on the hangout. You quickly type out a reply, ‘im coming. bringing a friend,’ You pause for a moment before continuing, ‘best regards.’

Wanda’s lips tilt upwards at you considering her a friend despite her behavior towards you. “Why is she emailing you?” You raise an eyebrow, “You took my phone. Remember?” Her mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before reaching her hand behind the couch cushions, bringing your phone up and handing you it. You snatch your phone from her hand, rolling your eyes. “Asshole,” You stiffen, only relaxing when you realize Wanda hadn’t heard, “Uhm, okay, so you make these tools…”

Wanda was horrible. It took her an hour and a half to finally get used to the walking controls and crafting, kind of. “This is a stupid game.” She whines as the respawn screen pops up for the millionth time. Glancing at the corner of the screen, you curse as you jump up. “We need to get ready. Can you call Peter and ask him if he’s busy?”

You change your clothes, not caring about Wanda seeing you. She had already seen you in your underwear so there was no point.

Wanda hums, makes no move to pick up her phone.

You roll your eyes when you catch her staring, “Can you stop being a creep and call Peter. Invite Pietro if you want.”

“Fine.”

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The silhouettes of your friends become clearer as you approach the location on your phone. Wanda’s bows furrow when she sees that it's an abandoned construction site, awkwardly parking the car. You and Peter rush out of the car, excitedly hugging your friends. Peter had invited Ned and MJ, while you had Becca. The twins weren’t as popular as the rest of the avengers, so you didn’t worry about your friends recognizing them. Wanda and Pietro stepped out of the vehicle and approached your group.

“Guys! This is Wanda, and this is her brother, Pietro.”

Exchanging pleasantries, you all start walking towards the building. Wanda turns towards you, “Why are we here? Is this just your normal hangout spot-” Her eyes widen when you shush her, placing a finger on her lips, “All will be revealed, little witch.”

You were all sat in a circle inside the abandoned building, the flashlights of your phones illuminating the room. Ned and Becca sat on either side of you, with the twins, Peter and MJ sat across. “Silence!” You clap your hands together, continuing when everybody turns their attention towards you, “Rumor has it, this building was the site of satanic…occult? Cult? Whatever, you get me. Rituals!”

Wanda smiles in amusement, winking when you make eye contact.

“Uhm, okay. Uh,” Becca tilts her head at your blush, “Anyways! We will be contacting the spirits present here.”

Becca chimes in, lifting a bottle of water, “I brought holy water with me!”

You and her planned this thing together, and holy water was never mentioned. Taking the bottle from her, you pop open the cap and take a sip. Becca laughs when you attempt to stop yourself from making a face, “Wow, okay. Glad you brought vodka to a fucking demon ritual.”

Ignoring you, Becca takes out a ouija board from her bag and places it in the middle of the circle. Wanda’s eyes light up as she turns towards her brother.

“Alright, everybody put your hands on the pointer thing.” You say while placing your hands first, everybody following after you. “Spirits, ghosts, beings, entities, and everything else, if you are here, move the…puck thing.” Becca is about to laugh when suddenly the pointer moves towards ‘yes’. Peter looks around, wide eyed, while Wanda and Pietro are oddly calm. “Uhm, okay uh. Jesus.” You wipe the sweat off your forehead, “Are you evil?” Everybody gasps as it circles around ‘yes’. Quinn pushes on your shoulder, “Can we stop?” You roll your eyes, “No. Alright, what’s my name?” You all look in confusion when it moves to the wrong letters. You read them out,

“H-E-I-S-E-N-B-E-R-G? Heisenberg.”

Peter, Ned, and Becca all break out into laughter, removing their hands from the board while you and the rest look at each other in confusion until Becca explains the reference.

Becca gasps, “Weren’t we supposed to say goodbye before we took our hands off-” The phone lights flicker, and a banging sounds behind you. You screech, jumping into Becca’s arms, “What the fuck!” You tuck your head into her neck when the lights flicker again. Your friend wraps her arms around you in an iron grip, just as scared as you. You don’t catch the red mist dissipating off the board.

The banging stops, and the lights don’t flicker. You detach yourself from your friend, standing up. MJ slaps her hands on her thighs before getting up, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You all agree, turning to rush out of the building. Every little sound was making you jump as you exited the building. Wanda sneaks up behind you,

“Boo-”

A blood curdling scream comes out of you as you turn, your hand clutching at your heart. Your glare does nothing to the witch. Wanda fakes a look of pity as she pulls you into a hug, “Aw, are you scared? I’ll protect you, baby.”

“You literally are the reason I’m scared!” You whine, lightly shoving her off of you. For the rest of the night, you were attached to at least one person from the group. Wanda was growing irritated watching you hang on to everyone's arm except hers, and everybody could tell. Becca was holding onto your hand when she caught a glimpse of Wanda, jealousy radiating off of her.

She gave her a knowing look, “My hands are getting sweaty, hold someone else’s hand.” She shakes you off of him, ignoring your whine and pushing you towards Wanda. You didn’t want to hold onto her since all she did until now was torment and scare you, but everybody else already got a turn.

Wanda beams when you hold onto her arm, smiling when Becca shoots her a wink. She blushes when she feels you squeezing her bicep.

After getting burgers and circling the area for a while, you land back at Wanda’s car. MJ and Peter continue the path alone as Ned bids everyone a goodbye.

“Hey!” Becca approaches you, “You coming back? I know you have that thing with your grandma but I miss your company.”

Deflating a little, you shake your head, “Not for a while, I’m sorry.” She was your best friend, your laptop wallpaper was a picture of her, “I’ll tell you if I do, though.” You add.

She leans in to kiss your cheek, “Alright. Stop ignoring my texts, at least.”

Your eyes stay on her as she walks away, slightly frowning. Wanda wraps her arm around your shoulder, ushering you to the back seat. “I miss my life.” You sigh, leaning against the window as Pietro and Wanda enter the car. She looks at you from the rearview window, “You’ll get used to it.”

Pietro twists his body to turn towards you, “Who knows, maybe you’ll get to go back to your dorm in like a couple months.”

“Maybe.” You pick at your cuticles. A couple months. Here. You could do that.

Just a couple of months.

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luvyeni · 3 months

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10 DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE — chapter 12. got the girl !

word count. 1.4k+ content warning. oral ( f. receiving ), unprotected sex, fluff

— 💌 authors note. last chapter, let's go ❤️‍🔥, thank you reading !!!

Your legs bounced up and down nervously as you waited for heeseung to show up — the cat sitting in your lap jumping off your leg due to the shaking. “im sorry jumi, mommy is just nervous.”

The cat meowed walking out of the room — running towards the door as your door bell buzzed, making you jump up. You slowly open the door, walking out of your room, into the kitchen where the door was — opening it.

Heeseung nervously rang the doorbell — he was finally getting the chance he wanted, but he was sweating bullets and it felt like his heart was gonna fall into his ass, but he couldn’t help but get amped up at the thought of finally having you.

The door slowly opened and he couldn’t help himself — pushing it fully open, making you step back, but he a grabbed your arm, pulling you into his arms hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He whispered, grabbing your face, pulling you into a feverish kiss.

“fuck you don’t understand how much I love you.” He said breathlessly, pulling you back into a kiss. His hand came down to your waist, guiding you into the house closing to door to your apartment with his foot. His hands came down to the thighs, lifting you up, taking you into your bedroom, not even bothering to close the door.

“Heeseung.” You breathlessly said as he gently put you down on the bed, his body hovering over yours. “I love you too.” He looked into your eyes, his hand caressing your face, kissing your lips. “Gonna show you how much I love you.”

He kissed your chin, then your neck — you sighed in pleasure as he left little kisses against your sweet spot. “so precious baby.” He whispered in your ear. “making such pretty noises for me.” He sat up, instructing you to lift up your arms so he could take your shirt off. “im not wearing a bra.” He smirked at your widened eyes. “even better princess.” He lifted your shirt over your head, your perky tits on display making his mouth water.

“Need to suck on them.” He grabbed one of your boobs, putting his mouth on your nipple — rolling it around in his mouth. “hee-heeseung.” You moaned as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your body jerking against him at the sensation. “hee-heeseung I need you.”

Hearing you moan his name like that made his cock jump in his sweats, finally releasing your boob. “So pretty baby.” He grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down — your pink panties with a cute little bow on it, he smiled. “cute baby.”

You tried to cover your face in embarrassment, but he quickly caught your hands. “no no, don’t hide from me princess.” He said putting your hands down, leaning down in between to kiss your stomach, slowly making his way down, leaving little red marks over your stomach.

He reached your panty line, looking up at you through his lashes, waiting for your permission. As soon as you nodded, he pulled your panties down your leg, revealing your soaked cunt. “fuck baby.” He groaned, leaning down inhaling your scent. “sh-shit you smell so good.” You moaned at his words. “need to taste you.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you squirm around. “calm down princess.” He held your waist down. “gonna eat your pretty pussy now.”

He kissed your folds, licking a stripe against your cunt making you moan out. “so sensitive baby.” He smirked, repeating his actions over and over— kitty licking your clit until you grabbed a fist full of his hair. “pl-please, i-i need more.” You moaned, pressing his face closer into your cunt, feeling his tongue prodding at your hole. “fu-fuck heeseung.”

He shoved his tongue as deep as he could go, his nose bumping against your clit. i-i— oh my god.” You gasped as you felt one of his long fingers slowly entering you. “hee-heeseung.” You panted, he smiled. “feels good princess?” you nodded. “gotta stretch you out, so you can take my cock.” He added a another finger, kissing your clit as he fingered you. “heeseung-shit- heeseung im gonna cum.” You moaned out, almost screaming as he curled his fingers, hitting that gummy spot. “fu-fuck im cumming!”

He opened his mouth, letting your juices fill his mouth, getting his fill, drinking up everything your precious body had to offer him. “Fu-fuck baby, you taste so good.” He smiled, his lips glossed over. “You came so much, good girl.”

He toyed with your sensitive clit, using his other hand to pull his sweats down enough to let his hard cock out, stroking his cock, his tip a firetruck red dripping with pre-cum. “gonna take my cock aren’t you?” you bit your lip, intimidating by the size. “it’s so big, i've never done this before.”

He smirked hearing you actually admit it — jumping on the inside that he’d be the first person to have you — first and hopefully only after this. “don’t worry that pretty little head princess.” You whined as he rubbed up and down your folds. “I got you.”

He teased your hole with his tip, pushing it in making you mewl. “you ready baby?” you nodded and he slowly pushed himself inside of you, stretching your poor cunt out. “heeseung, sh-shit!”

He finally bottomed out, groaning as he felt your cunt around his cock. “sh-shit baby.” He grunted, both of his hands resting at the side of your head. “Your little pussy is barely letting my cock out, relax baby, let me take care of you.” He gave you a little kiss on the corner of your lips, pulling away. “hee-heeseung, please move.”

He pulled out, pushing himself back inside your cunt, rocking his hips slowly against yours. “oh fuck baby, your pussy is so addicting.” He held your legs up, hitting a new angle. “can’t let nobody have you after this.”

You were a moaning mess as he sped up his thrust, your tits bouncing at the impact. “hee-heeseung -yes fuck!” you screamed as he hit a deeper angel.

“My naughty girl.” He smirked, his hand coming down to rub your clit. “you gonna cum for me?” he cooed. “give me all you got right?” You nodded, feeling your orgasm building up. “m'gonna cum.” You whined. “Go a head princess, cum for me.”

He pushed deep inside you— your mouth dropped open, eyes widened as you came with a cry. “there you go princess -fuck- cum for me.” He groaned, slowly rocking his hips as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Fu-fuck I love you so much.” He groaned deeply into your ear. “tell me you love me.” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand. “tell me.” You felt another orgasm coming. “I-I l-love you.” You stuttered out. “Fu-fuck heeseung im gonna cum again.”

“Sh-shit me too, let’s -fuck- let’s cum together.” He groaned, thrusting deeply triggering both of your orgasms. “fuck!” both of you moaned out as you came, his load shooting into your waiting hole. “oh fuck.” He pulled out, some of his cum spurting on your folds. “sh-shit , so pretty.”

He quietly got off the bed, helping you up into the bathroom, running you a warm bath, sitting in there with you, washing your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He helped you out, drying your hair and body, before putting his shirt over your body. “let’s get you into bed okay?”

He carried you to bed, laying next to you in silence — your head on resting on his chest, leaving little kisses. “you’re so cute.” He giggled, making you smile. “I really do love you yn.” He spoke up. “I think i've loved you since I was that nerdy 13 year old boy.” He confessed. “and I really want to give this a try.”

“I love you too heeseung.” You sat up, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “im sorry im so uptight, I just don’t want you to do anything and get hurt.” You said playing with your fingers. “i'll stop, i swear i'll try my hardest, I never want to cause stress in your life.”

“I don’t expect you to stop right away, I just want you to make an effort.” You said. “I will I promise.” He said caressing your face. “So can we give this a chance?” you smile nodding, he grabbed both sides of your face, bringing you into a kiss. “I finally got the girl i've waited half my life for.” You laughed. “you mean the one you followed around then annoyed for half your life?” he shrugged.

“either way I got the girl I wanted.”

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kittenintheden · 5 months

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No Thoughts, Just Vibes

Oh, you know, just a little Solstice/Midwinter treat for you. Enjoy!

Rating: E Pairing: Astarion/Tav (descriptionless) (BG3) Content warnings: PWP, PIV sex, oral sex, sex toys, tooth-rotting fluff

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Their adventures by night in Faerún take them all over, from the Underdark to check up on Astarion’s siblings and their new spawn charges to Waterdeep in search of potential arcane solutions for certain undead individuals with sun sensitivity.

In fact, they find themselves entering Waterdeep just in time for Midwinter. The magicked streetlamps of the place glow golden and are festooned with all manner of wintery decorations, which feel oddly out of place in the seaside city but have a magic all their own nonetheless.

It’s just past dark when they approach a wizard’s tower, having spent the daylight hours getting to know the tavern and inn down the way while the sun still sparkled off the water. Now that it’s safe once again, Astarion and Tav ring the bell near the tower door and are greeted with a series of chiming meows in the style of a popular carol.

“He really doesn’t have to try so hard,” Astarion says, smirking despite himself. “And yet.”

“Let him be the dork of his dreams,” Tav chides playfully. “He deserves it. We all do.”

On cue, the large door of cypress wood before them swings open and their wizard friend holds out his hands in the foyer of his tower, arms wide.

“You made it!” Gale says, beaming. “Come, come inside. Please mind Tara, she’s been quite taken with the mistleberry and has made herself sick more than once despite my gentle reminders .” He yells the last words toward the spiraling staircase and from a nook nestled high in the wall, he receives a hiss in response.

“Relateable,” Astarion mutters as he comes inside, but he accepts an embrace from Gale nonetheless, giving him a stilted pat on the back.

Truly, the lot of them are glad their adventuring brought them to Gale’s doorstep. It’s nice to be off the road and surrounded by modern luxury again, and the wizard’s gone out of his way to ensure their modest celebration is full of delights. He’s even procured a top-vintage sanguine refreshment for Astarion.

“Did you imbue this with clove?” he asks, swirling it in his goblet and giving it another sniff.

“Not exactly,” Gale says, cheeks rosy from his own imbibed glass of wine. “Were you aware certain herbal and spiced components cross the blood barrier when inhaled or consumed? Give the resulting blood a bit of an essence for a certain frame of time. Garlic is the most common offender, but I thought I’d skip it, in this case. This donation came from a dear friend in the spice trade. One who doesn’t ask many questions and frequently dabbles in certain other trades.”

Astarion blinks against the verbal onslaught, then turns to Tav and says, “Hold on. Is that why I break out in hives after you’ve put too much garlic in your food?”

Tav’s also delightfully tipsy and she raises her glass to him. “I love you, dearest, but I’m not giving up garlic for you. Some prices are simply too steep.”

The night winds on and on like that until eventually Tav nods a sleepy head onto Astarion’s shoulder and he guides her off to bed in the spare room at the base of the tower. He returns to Gale, who’s ragaling Tara with his own rendition of “Marvelous Midwinter” to her great disdain.

“So, Gale,” Astarion says, interrupting to give Tara an appropriately respectful scritch on her head. “I have a bit of a favor to ask, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all, my friend,” Gale says, swaying. “How can I help?”

Astarion reaches into his pocket and procures a folded bit of something. He hands it to Gale, who unfolds it and examines it with some curiosity before cocking a brow at him.

“Any possibility of, erm. Recreating something to this effect?” Astarion asks. “One tied to a command word, perhaps?”

“Oh, certainly,” Gale says, going into tinkering mode as he examines the object. “I would need a few components, but luckily I have them in stock, thanks once again to my spice merchant friend. A little bit of articifer ingenuity to craft an arcane battery, some relatively complex enchantment, and a… wait.”

Gale gives Astarion another look and the vampire tilts his head and smirks.

“Right, I’m not asking,” Gale says, eyes back on his new puzzle. “Give me a day.”

“Lucky we’ll be here for three,” Astarion says with a light laugh.

The morning of Waterdeep’s official Midwinter celebration dawns bright and mild, the sea breeze rustling through the thick curtains they keep drawn in the guest room to ensure Astarion doesn’t wake up with burns or worse. They doze in the double bed in their underthings, Tav draped across Astarion’s chest and breathing softly as she wavers in and out of sleep. He’d actually fallen asleep last night, pressed up safe against her, and now he smiles into her hair, tracing his fingers up and down her arm.

Eventually she stretches along the length of her body and yawns against his skin, resting her chin on him and looking up into his face. She blinks lazily and runs a finger over the length of his nose with a delicate touch.

“Morning, dear,” she says, voice still rusty with sleep.

“Happy Midwinter, my love,” he murmurs in return. “I got you a little something.”

“Oh?” Tav purrs, sitting up a bit. “Is it fun?”

He arches a brow. “I certainly hope so.”

Astarion tangles his fingers in her sleep-mussed hair and draws her to his mouth, kissing her deeply as she relaxes into his body, letting her tongue stroke against his. He rolls them both to their sides and hooks his leg over hers, taking his time as he lights up her skin in all the ways he knows she loves. She laughs, tilting her head back to expose her throat to him, and he licks along the column of it, though he doesn’t bite. He wants her fully aware this morning.

With one hand, he deftly undoes the clasps of her brassiere and tosses it aside. Her smallclothes follow quickly after. She hums, pleased, lazing onto her back as he kisses down her breastbone, palming one of her breasts and rolling his thumb over her nipple until it peaks. His mouth works at the other, teasing and swirling until she’s arching up into him and rubbing her thighs together.

“Is this my gift?” she sighs. “I like it.”

Astarion chuckles against the space below her breasts as he continues working his way down. “In part, I suppose. But not quite.”

He runs his tongue underneath her breast and then leaves her a moment to fetch something from the side table. She whines at his absence, but he doesn’t leave her waiting long. He rolls back over, slipping a ring snugly down onto the second knuckle of his middle finger.

She giggles. “Are you proposing to yourself? Fitting, honestly.”

“You’re cute when you’re lust drunk,” he says before he puts the weight of his body on top of hers, kissing her deep.

He hauls her leg up by the thigh, wrapping it around his waist so he has better access as he runs his hands down the length of her, gripping her arse tight before moving around to the front and teasing his clever touch between her legs. She’s already going wet, her arousal making for a smooth draw over her skin and she settles into it, a wide smile on her face, knowing she’s in a master’s hands.

Astarion grins. She has no idea.

He places his hand flat against her slit, cupping her and resting the ring against her in just the right place.

“ Deliciae ,” he whispers.

The ring sends a brief, rapid vibration through her core, just beside her clit, and Tav cries out in surprise, bucking her hips and gripping his biceps, her breath going erratic. She’s fully awake now, staring up into his face, wide-eyed.

“What in the hells,” she gasps.

Astarion gives her a light kiss. “I’d hoped you’d like it,” he says. Then, again, “ Deliciae .”

“Oh,” she says, her thighs shaking on either side of him as another vibration pulses through her. “Oh, dearest . Again.”

He's happy to comply, kissing her between her gasps and mewls, repeating the command word in a sultry whisper while he works her with his fingers in the meantime. His own arousal aches where it’s pressed against her hip and he gently grinds it against her for relief, just enough to keep his own head as he watches her break to pieces beneath him.

Tav rolls her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream as her legs shake, incapable of holding back their shudders as a shivering, powerful peak comes over her under the little toy. It’s familiar but sweeter; her hips rise off the mattress and then slam down as she tips over the other side. Astarion feels her clenching and pulsing, strong and slick, and the entire ordeal is instantly worth it to bear witness to the unraveling. There is no pleasure, no greater high, than knowing he’s the one who brings her to this state. The one who has the privilege. The one she chose.

She blinks back to herself, a moan low in her throat as she tries to clear the spots in her vision. When she meets his eyes again, he’s panting himself, still rolling his hips to get some relief against her side. Her gaze clears as she breaks the surface of her pleasure and she growls, grabbing his face and bringing him down to her mouth, nipping his lower lip between her teeth until he whines from it.

“You liked my gift?” he whispers, breath quickened.

“Oh, yes,” she sighs. “Now let me give you yours.”

Tav’s hand snakes down their bodies to find his fingers and she takes them, slipping the ring off. He’s so dazed with lust that he lets her without thinking about it too much and gladly moves as she rolls them both until he’s the one on his back. Her mouth is so hot on his cooled skin as she places open mouthed kisses everywhere he likes – the space behind his ear, the place where shoulder meets neck, every rib on the way down. She spreads a hand in the center of his chest, over where his heart resides, and presses him into place as she licks down the line between his abdominal muscles.

Astarion’s cock twitches, throbbing against the weight of her body as she continues her path, and she uses her free hand to give him a rewarding squeeze and stroke, running the pad of her thumb over the split underneath the head. She gives his foreskin a little swirl, helping make sure it’s properly drawn down, and he thrusts up into her hand with a pleased murmur.

It’s taken time and significant gentle coaxing to get him to a place where he simply lets go and allows her to lavish him with attention. A lesson he’s forever learning, rewriting centuries of conditioning with care, with passion, with love. He closes his eyes and focuses on her touch, allowing himself the pleasures she’s happy to share with him.

With a slight jolt, he twitches when he feels her warm tongue follow the path of her fingers, rolling circles around the head of him and applying long licks down his length. Her fingers move to his sack, gently rolling his balls in her palm, warming them. She places a knuckle against the spot beneath them, kneading deep but gentle, finding the place that drives him wild.

“You are so good to me,” he sighs as she moves her mouth over his head again. “That’s so good.”

He senses her smile just before she swallows him down, taking his length halfway into her mouth and working him a few times before she pulls off and says, “ Deliciae .”

Astarion’s vision whites out as the knuckle pressing into his perineum sends a hard vibrating pulse through him at the same time she takes his cock in her mouth again. He gives a sharp cry.

“Bleeding hells,” he manages. “I… I…”

She pulls off of him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and says it again.

Pleasure upon pleasure crashes over him, lighting up his entire body as he writhes under her touch. She goes slow enough to make it delightfully tortuous, though it would be incredibly easy to push him over the edge in short order. She moves the enchanted ring, experimenting in different places – the base of his cock, the rim of his arse, the crease of his thighs – and each spot brings new sensations.

He’s an absolute mess by the time she draws back and crawls up his body, his hands weakly grasping at her hips as she sits up on her knees, gingerly reaching between her legs to hold his cock in place as she slides down onto it, both of them near sobbing at the sensation.

“I love you,” he manages with what little breath he can hold. “Gods, I love you, I love you.”

“Love you,” she breathes back as she rolls her hips hard against him over and again. “Love this. All of this.”

Tav rides him slowly, firmly, with intention. When they get to a point where they can’t help but pick up speed, grinding one another into oblivion, Tav lifts his shaking hand in hers and takes the ring from her finger so she can slip it back onto his, the movement reverent.

Astarion looks her in the face as he reaches down between them with his fingers spread over the base of his cock where they meet, resting the ring right alongside her oversensitive clit.

“ Deliciae ,” they say together.

They shatter in the same moment, eyes rolling back, crying out to the morning light. The waves of delight roll like the tide outdoors, rising up the shore and receding back to the great unknown.

Tav collapses onto Astarion’s chest and his arms are so very heavy as he lifts them to wrap around her back. They breathe, and pulse, and live. Eventually, he begins tracing soothing patterns along her skin.

He clears his throat. “I take it that’s the inaugural positive review for Gale’s potential toy venture?” he says.

“Oh gods, that’s where…” Tav covers her face with her hands. “Oh gods, I have to go out there and see him.”

Astarion laughs and she laughs with him.

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calmcoldevening · 1 year

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Slashers x crying reader

Well, i think you can read it if you have bad episode or smth like that, honey)) Just know that they love you!

Tw: gender neutral reader, crying

Bubba Sawyer

♡ Honey, what's wrong? Has someone offended you? Nabbins? Drayton? One of the victims?

♡ Seeing your tears, Bubba will be beside himself with worry. A man will immediately rush to you, wrapping his sweaty palms around your cheeks with excitement. Jerky sounds will come out of his mouth, more like meowing or babbling of a child, but you clearly see fear in this.

♡ Without waiting for your clear explanation, Bubba will pick you up in his arms and take you to the kitchen, seating you on the table. With shaking hands, he will fill a glass with water and carry it to you in the hope that this will help you connect a couple of words.

♡ Sawyer Jr. will circle around you and try in every way to calm you down. Just tell me who offended you, and he will kill that person!

♡ Just look at those copper eyes sparkling with tears, he's like a scared puppy worried about his beloved mistress!

♡ When you calm down, you will go for a walk together or, if the weather is bad, which is unlikely, you will stay at home and lie on the bed in an embrace.

♡ During Drayton's next trip to the city, Bubba will certainly ask his brother to buy you ice cream or some small sweets, marmalade, for example. After all, the Sawyer brothers like you (after all, you're their youngest's favorite, which means you're a family member), so most likely one ice cream won't hit Sawyer Senior's pocket much.

♡ Bubba is a very vulnerable boy who worries about literally everything in this world, and first of all about you and your brothers. So please don't get too upset about the little things. The boy is very sensitive and literally copies your emotions, albeit unconsciously. Cheerful you are — cheerful Bubba, which means he has more strength to produce meat for the family.

Michael Myers

♡ When he sees you crying, he'll just stand up and stand rooted to the spot. The lifeless black eyes of his snow-white mask will look at you for a long time, studying your emotions.

♡ Michael has never understood either his emotions or the emotions of others, so don't expect some kind of violent reaction and quick consolation from him.

♡ He will find you on the bed in your own bedroom. You were sitting with your arms wrapped around your knees and your face buried in them, sobbing softly. At first, a man wouldn't understand why you're whining and shaking a little.

♡ You will not raise your head at him, trying to calm the hysteria as quickly as possible, knowing how Michael does not like extraneous noise. But after a couple of minutes, the mattress next to you will slip, and a strong heavy hand will appear on your shoulder. Michael, without waiting for your response, will turn you around and hold you to his chest.

♡ He doesn't understand your emotions, your cheekbones and tears, but he sees that you feel bad. Michael remembers that when he's not in the mood, you always read a book, put your head on your lap and slowly comb his hair until the headache subsides, or just somehow calm down and take care. Next to you, the voices in his head are unusually silent. You make his life easier, give him shelter, food and attention, so now he wants to do the same.

♡ Burrowing into his clothed shoulder, you will burst into tears even more, soaking his jumpsuit with tears. Michael will continue to patiently pat you on the back, waiting for you to feel better. He'll just be with you.

♡ After what happened, it's better not to mention Michael's tenderness. He's not used to taking care of you the same way you take care of him, it's new to him, and it's scary. Otherwise, he will leave the house for a couple of days to vent his anger.

♡ If you also want to somehow show your feelings and thank Michael — arrange a movie night, having previously bought various sweets for Myers. He will definitely like the horror movie and candy. And after that, Michael will feel a little more confident and relaxed next to you.

♡ Over time, Michael will be able to understand you better and will really be able to help with the next attack. You won't know about it, but whenever he sees couples with similar situations, he will slightly delay their hour of death to see how best to behave next to you at this moment. You'll see, this boy learns very quickly.

Bo Sinclair

♡ If Bo sees you crying, he'll probably think it's a joke. A man can make a couple of jokes about you on this score. It is his style to apply even where it is completely inappropriate (he translates most of his problems into a joke). But when he does not see your reaction, that is, the expected laughter or the same poisonous remark, he will be wary.

♡ Your body is still shaking from crying, and the room is filled with long sobs. What kind of freak did this to you?

♡ Bo will come to you and sit next to you. A man will wrap his hands around your cheeks, wiping the tracks of tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. He will smile bitterly and put his forehead to yours, rubbing it lightly. The man will let out a light sigh, but it will calm you down. He will lightly kiss you on the lips, then on the nose, cheeks, until you burst into a relieved laugh.

♡ When you can breathe evenly, occasionally sobbing, Bo will put you on his lap and start talking about everything that comes into his head, just to distract you from sad thoughts.

♡ A few days or even weeks will pass after the incident, but Bo will still treat you with reverence and monitor you and your mood in every possible way.

♡ From time to time, Bo will leave you gifts or some nice little things to cheer you up. Just don't be surprised if it's the thing of one of Ambrose's recent victims. They don't need these items anymore, but they will make you smile.

♡ When you're sad, Bo even tries to be less of a bastard than usual. If he still feels your depression, a man can offer a relaxing massage that can bring you to your senses.

♡ But after a while everything will return to normal, and instead of a moderately caring guy, your eccentric asshole lover will return.

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eroticain · 1 year

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ITTW Sun Wukong NSFW Alphabet~

This is a collab with @rennsdovesaredead who made they're own version with their 'When We Make It To The Other Side' Wukong, which you can find here~

A- after care (what their like after sex)

Wukong being a monkey he is very dedicated to cleaning you after sex. The most he’ll leave behind is maybe some cum on your thighs, but for the most part he’s taking you to the closest body of water so you both can clean each other and snuggle. 😊

Once you two are back with the group, he’s pulling you close and cuddling for the rest of the night.

B - body part (their favorite body part of themselves and significant other)

His favorite body part on himself would be his chest. He loves when you stroke the fur around his sensitive (at least more sensitive than the rest of him) torso, and he adores when you run your hand up and down his chest. He loves the way that you brace onto his pecks when you’re riding him.

His favorite body part on you is your thighs. He can’t get enough of your thighs even outside of sex. He loves burying his face between them, sinking his teeth into them, and even the way that they squeeze his hips while he’s fucking you into the ground.

C - cum (anything to do with it)

More often than not, he’s cumming inside of you.

Unless you’ve expressly asked him not to, then he’ll cum on your thighs and lower belly, right where your womb would be. If he goes that route, he’ll likely end up rubbing it into your skin a little while he’s still in that post-sex haze.

Either way it’s a LOT.

D - Dirty secret

While he loves dicking you down, he also loves shapeshifting into a woman and having you eat him out.

It’s a guilty pleasure of his. One that he makes you promise not to tell anyone about.

E - experience (how experienced are they?)

He’s an immortal monkey demon turned god. He’s been around. (But while he does boast about having lots of sex, he doesn’t drop any names😌)

F - favorite position

The London Bridge, given that he can just hold you up by the hips no problem while you’re free to wrap your legs around his waist all you want. (You could literally never be too heavy for him)

He also likes Doggy Style/Cat's Meow but will only do it if you guys have something to put on the ground to protect your hands, knees, and face.

G - goofy? (How serious are they in bed)

It’s not really a matter of goofy or serious per say, it’s more like when Wukong gets horny for you he has only one goal in mind and pursues it with an animal like mindset. Because of this he doesn’t really talk much once you two really get into it.

H - hair (how well groomed are they? Do the carpets match the drapes?)

I’ve made a previous post about the specifics of Wukong’s intimate areas which you can find here~

I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? Romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is quite romantic, whispering sweet nothings while snuggling up to you or burying his face into your chest or neck.

While other times, he’s so pent up that he's panting out every little thing he loves about your body while he just mercilessly fucks you for however many rounds you can handle.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

Before you guys get together? All the time.

After you two are together? Only if you aren’t in the mood for sex.

When he does it tho, it's usually done quickly.

K - kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's got a lot but the main ones are:

Biting/Marking Kink

I feel like that’s self-explanatory, but his instincts constantly scream at him to leave some form of claim on you. You’re his woman damn it, and he’ll have his soul drug back to King Yama before he lets anyone go even a second without knowing that.

Breeding Kink

Please let this man pump you full or he might genuinely go insane.

Bondage

He’d go nuts if you let him tie you up even once.

Gangbang (kinda)

One of his favorite things to do is pass you around with his clones.

L - location (favorite places to do it)

Ideally, he’d love nothing more than to have you in his stone palace within the safety of Water Curtain Cave, but beggars literally can’t be choosers, so anywhere semi-private will do.

But don’t test him in public because he is willing to scar some villagers.

M - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going?)

Seeing you be motherly will get him rock hard in seconds. Mans wants a big family.

Also

Because Wukong is a demon he has an impeccable sense of smell. If he gets even a slight whiff of horny pheromones from you he’s pouncing. 😈

N - no (something they won’t do/turn offs)

Tbh there isn’t much he WON’T do. So long as you consent to it sometime beforehand then he’ll be more than happy to play into any fantasy you may have. After all, immortality can make having the same sex over and over a little boring.

He will, however, save any hardcore stuff for after you become immortal. He’s more than a little scared of his strength getting away from him in the moment and hurting you in a more permanent way. Humans are very fragile compared to him.

No scat play tho (because I said so 😃)

O - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’d actually much prefer to give than receive. Getting drunk off your pussy is a favorite pass time for him.

But he certainly wouldn’t say no to a little 69 action.

P - pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He’s usually fast and rough, preferring to go hard and deep, but he will be slow and gentle after a really long day or if you had a close call with death.

If that last one were the case, then he’d be pressing your bodies flush against one another, nuzzling and purring into your skin, while he slowly pushed in and out of you and grinding his pelvis into your clit. A soft reminder that you both are still alive and together. He’d probably shed at least a few tears from it all.

Q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

Love ‘em. Can’t get enough.

The second he feels he can steal you away from the group for a few moments and not get punished by the monk then he’s doing it. No hesitation.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Call him Sun Risk Wukong, because risk is his middle fuckin name.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

… this is a joke, right?

Try forever.

He’ll go for as long as you let him.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any due to being on the road but he’d be more than willing to make them by transforming his hair if you describe it in enough detail. (Also he’s very creative so he’ll for sure come up with a few of his own designs)

But most likely, he’ll just transform his cock into any shape you want~

However, as times change and technology advances, he’ll gain quite the collection for you to use on each other.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This monkey man is so fucking unfair.

If you guys play any sort of sex game and it looks like he’s not winning, then he’ll fuckin cheat. Especially if you’re blindfolded.

Outside of sex tho he takes any opportunity to pinch, grope, and caress you. He’ll use any chance to whisper obscenities in your ear in passing as well. He’s usually not very sneaky about it tho so he gets the tightening spell from Tripitaka a lot followed by a “Quit being so lewd to her, Monkey!”

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I'd say medium is a good description for his volume. He's not screaming but he ain't silent either.

Unless he’s on the receiving end or is feeling particularly horny. Then he’s loud.

However, he can be quiet, usually muffling his voice by biting into your shoulder.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He goes into a type of heat/rut in the winter, when most monkey species mate.

During this time, he’s more animal brained and nearly always hard.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

See H

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Any time you wanna go he is ready.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll only fall asleep after you to make sure his mate is taken care of.

#ittw sun wukong #isekai'd to the west #ittw #sun wukong x reader #jttw sun wukong x reader #jttw wukong x reader #jttw monkey king x reader #wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #sun wukong #wukong #monkey king #sun wukong fanart #sketch

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il-predestinato · 2 years

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"Merde, il pleut." 🌧😾

📸: Clive Mason (2022 Japanese Grand Prix; October 7, 2022)

#charles leclerc #he's water sensitive 😔#poor wet little meow meow #☔️#japanese gp 2022 #suzuka 2022 #*#my edit #f1

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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On her paws

Male Reader x Kim Hyunjin

Length: 1618 words

Tags: pet play, kitten kink, feet kink, feet fucking, hate sex, degradation, cumming on feet, cumming on body, hate sex, always baked, punishments, cursing, chastity belt, choker are the best, daddy kink, Master, desperate_kitten!Hyunjin / Master!you

TW: lot's of feet and the usual degradation lol

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

(A/N: just a short piece both Sooya and I wrote as a one off/connective piece in the "On her" Series. Enjoy!)

"Aeong!"

"Hyunjin! What did I tell you about posting feet pics online? I don't want others to see what belongs to me, you naughty kitten!" you growl and come storming into the house.

"Aeong?" Hyunjin meows again, this time as if to ask what you mean, and perks her head above the back of the couch she kneels on. It's one of many pieces of furniture she likes to jump and crawl on.

"Get over here now!"

You are not in the mood for games.

"You naughty girl, you filthy kitten. How dare you disobey your Master's rules, your Daddy's rules! I thought I trained you better than that…"

Hyunjin gets off of the couch and gracefully crawls to you, her huge, glowing eyes locked onto yours. You know her tricks, the ways she hopes to soften your heart, but not today. Hyunjin has crossed a line.

"Don't give me that look, kitten. Don't even think about rubbing yourself on me. You're so filthy."

Pinch her cheek when she gets too close and make her feel your anger. It's a bit petty, the way you pinch harder and pull at her face, yet Hyunjin gets the message. She tears up and her purr is but a whimper. You lean over and whisper to her.

"You're an ungrateful brat. You know how much time and energy I exhausted into saving you and your group members from the BBC shitshow?"

Without warning, you push her back so she harshly lands on her back. Then you grab her ankles and bring her feet to your nostrils and inhale like an addict.

"And now I'll take my payment. You'll be a good little kitten-whore for your Master, won't you? I will have my way with your feet and fuck them until I explode, is that clear?"

A tiny bead of salty water runs down Hyunjin's cheek as she nods. Her hands are up in the air like paws, and she squeaks when you lube her soles up with your spit.

Hyunjin is an expert in keeping herself clean and because kittens do not wear clothes, just a cute little choker, she is always ready to get used.

With one hand you massage the foot that is currently not in your mouth, with the other you rub along her slit. Hyunjin is so fucking sensitive on this part, you as her Daddy know and have to use it to punish her.

"Kitten… so sensitive, so fragile. Some things never change..." You take another whiff of her foot.

"Still smells delicious." You suck on her other gently, savoring her sole.

"Tastes delicious too. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll even fuck you. But first, how shall I punish you?"

Hyunjin does not answer. Go figure, she is a cat after all. Trying to talk to you through her eyes often ends in 'miscommunication' or rather, you doing what you know the two of you love.

"Hm, I think you deserve it in here," you think out loud while spreading her folds apart with two fingers. You can see Hyunjin's pussy twitch and suck on nothing. She wants to be stuffed badly, but you don't need to. You fuck so much pussy, so you can leave her waiting, begging with her large orbs and pouty lips.

"You want it so badly don't you kitten? You miss your Master's cock? Well, I want your feet, I need to fuck them first. My pleasure is always more important, so don't waste your time dreaming about me fucking your kitten-cunt before I cum all over your feet."

"Ang~" Hyunjin moans when you align both her feet with your crotch. Tug on your dress pants and let them fall to where they can't stop you anymore, nothing can stop you if you're quite honest. Hyunjin's defiance has you riled up, and with her feet right there, on your throbbing cock, you take what's yours.

You push forward and start to slowly thrust between her feet with your cock. The cute color on her cute toes glistens with your spit as you pump faster into the soft gap Hyunjin's soles form.

"Good, fuck," you growl and watch Hyunjin struggle to keep her paws up. "Your feet still feel nice, but it's been awhile since you've had any kind of idol training… Maybe they aren't as strong as they used to be. I'll have to test that out."

Hyunjin's forehead is covered in wrinkles. The fact that her Master doubts her abilities, her devotion to training—both for her idol-job and kitten-service—leaves her unsatisfied. She wants to prove you wrong, and she tries so by putting all her strength into her feet, creating a tight pocket for you to fuck into.

"That's a bit more like it, my little kitten. How about you try pleasuring me? Move those fucking feet."

Hyunjin mewls in disapproval, her pussy dripping wet, desperate for something to penetrate her deeply over and over again, but you snarl louder, snap her out of this defiant self-pityness

"Fucking move those feet! You're lucky I am even here right now. Your bandmates did similar things, some even worse and I still chose to deal with you first. Move your feet and get me off, what is the point of having a kitten pet if you can't do that?"

In slow pump Hyunjin starts what she has been trained for. Her tender feet create friction on your delicate skin, more blood streams to your crotch and you grow to incredible hardness. Hyunjin's feet strokes are special, but for some cursed reason you have to urge her to do it. A good, trained pet should do this on their own volitation— guess you still have a long way to go with her.

"God, why didn't you do this sooner? Fucking great. Stroke me with your kitten feet, and I might allow you to cum tonight."

Hyunjin's ears perk up. Cumming is her favorite word, she goes crazy over it. Deep instincts get triggered, which make her pumps sloppier, grippier, better, yet she seems less focused on you. It's like she is in her own world, wetting the floor with her arousal, while the arousal of her Master is an afterthought.

Your face turns from overwhelming blissfulness to annoyance at Hyunjin's absentmindedness, but real anger starts to bubble as you check your vibrating phone to see Yeojin snuck her feet into a pic as well.

"What the hell is going on with you LOONA girls?" you shout and spit on Hyunjin. "You're all defective!"

You grip her ankles more.

"I didn't tell you to space out! I can't even say 'cumming' without you turning into a brainless kitten? What good are you?"

"Meow" Hyunjin whimpers out and tries to focus back on you. Why does it always have to be such a grind, such an arduous task to make and keep them well-behaved? At least Xiaoting is showing rapid progress and Monday is still a good girl, but with all of LOONA defecting and the Miyeon debacle and—you can't even count all the betrayals, there have been too many.

Press Hyunjin's ankles from both sides, hold them steady and fuck your rage out through her feet. You have entered a different sphere, one, where orgasms don't matter. You can shoot ropes anytime and none of your stamina would drain, yet it also does not matter. The satisfaction is too little.

"Lie there and take it like a whore, kitten. That's all your worth. You don't deserve to cum today. What a fucking waste," you grumble spit on her again, straight to Hyunjin's bewildered, teary face.

White rains down on Hyunjin's upper body like snow, some of it gets stuck on her feet, and your repetitive pumps rub it all over the skin like a lotion. There are so many fun things you can do with such a kitten, but now you have to resort to a simple, really unsatisfying orgasm.

"Fuck, it can't go on like this."

You withdraw from Hyunjin's feet, then from her presence by moving to the most secluded part of your living room where a secret door awaits you behind a bookshelf. Whatever it is you get from there, it always spells either trouble or pleasure for the girls you're currently playing with.

Today, Hyunjin is in big time trouble.

"Put this on," you tell her, anger hidden behind a firm layer of dominance. "Then call off all of your schedules and plans for the next three days. You have to be straightened out."

"M-Master?" Hyunjin whimpers when she looks at the harness, chastity belt and paws with handcuffs in her hands. "I-I'm s—yes, of course."

"Good. Don't clean yourself, don't put on any clothes, don't speak a coherent sentence unless I say so. We have to start all over again."

You pull out your phone while searching for something to wear. Sweatpants and sweatshirts will do, enough with all the suits and dress pants. You're not doing business the next couple of days, though this will be a lot of work too.

Send Miyeon a short, unmistakable message, which she reads almost immediately. There is no need for her to respond as long as she arrives at your door asap.

Another message lands in the ITZY group chat, though it is only addressed to one of the members: Lia. The rest has been rather obedient, but oh God, Lia definitely needs some harsh reeducation. She is a liar and doesn't even try to get away with it.

"Things will be very different," you tell Hyunjin and close the handcuffs around her wrists. "Don't expect any mercy from me and don't—

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

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spiceofvy · 11 months

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Sub bottom!Felix x dom top!Partner

Just sub Felix brainrot

cws: d/s, edging, overstimulation, nipple play, mild petplay, dacryphilia, the mildest pain play

Felix is such a good boy for his partner. Always listening so well making sure to pleasure them. Everything to make his partner feel good. And they better tell him he's doing good. That little angel preens so beautifully for praise. Eating it up and always craving more. He loves being called pretty and being told how good he does. He gets immense pleasure from making his partner feel good so them telling him that they feel good, that he makes them feel good is the best thing that could happen to him. His favorite things to be called include baby, angel or the classic good boy. And he would do anything to be called that. Sometimes he also enjoys some petplay, looking so good with the cat ears and the collar. Being called kitten while a plug with a cat tail on it presses against his prostate with every move. His mind turning into mush in no time. Meowing for his partner without any sign of embarrassment.

He gets overstimulated quickly after one orgasm so his partner enjoys edging him to make sure that their fun isn't over in a minute. Because once Felix lets go he cums really fast. Blushing when his partner teases him for it.

Sometimes he struggles a bit with doing everything his partner wants from him. When he tightens his fist and bites his lip to keep himself grounded. To not get lost in the intense pleasure he is put through. He tries so hard. He just really wants to be good. He wants his partner to be proud of him.

But sometimes he just can't be good. When he can't stop himself from cumming no matter how hard he tries he just can't hold it back.

And when he gets punished for not listening he turns into such a crybaby.

His hands tied up making it impossible to touch his partner. As they make him cum again and again. Jerking his dick. Milking his prostate. After his second or third orgasm he is so sensitive that he cums from just having his nipples played with. Writhing as his partner twists and tugs at the sensitive buds to get the cutest whines out of him. Tortured by the pained pleasure.

He tries to take his punishment well but he just can't stop the tears from flowing. Sobbing, begging to his partner that he will be better. Hoping for just one more chance to be a good little boy for them.

His partner enjoy his state just a little too much. His usually deep voice being all whiny and his pretty eyes filling with tears. His poor sensitive body blushing. His cute dick dark red and sensitive from being teased into one orgasm after another. His nipples swollen from all the stimulation. Hearing his pleading, his partner is so close to just give in and give their sweet angel exactly what he wants. But on the other hand he did misbehave and now he has to live with the consequences.

And so they carry out his punishment watching him drool all over himself as he whines little pleas and "I promise I will be good now" again and again. But to no avail.

After the scene the aftercare is filled with sweet words of affirmation and cuddles. His partner is well aware that that's what he needs after being taken apart like this. After they gently wiped him off, they dress him in his favorite pajamas. Feeding him chocolate and making sure he drinks lots of water.

All while whispering the sweetest compliments to him. How good he did for them. How well he took his punishment. How much they love him. How lucky they are to be with him.

They shower him in soft kisses and touches as he slowly falls asleep.

#lee felix #felix x reader #felix skz #felix smut #skz smut #x reader #skz x reader #fanfic #kpop x reader #sub felix #dom reader #smut #fanfic smut #kpop fanfic #x reader smut #d/s dynamic

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dantent · 6 months

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𝑴𝒆𝒐𝒘𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 [𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

A/N: This isn't a Raphael x Tav oneshot, it's more of a "Raphael was turned into a cat and Tav takes care of him" oneshot. Goes without saying that this is just a big joke and don't take this seriously. Please.

Blame the discord server for this.

Part 2

Raphael was fuming. He was meant to be the Archdevil Supreme. And yet here he was in the form of a beast, an animal – a cat. Forced, exiled even, to Faerûn. Once a place he schemed at, now his prison. Would he still have any of his humanoid forms, he would’ve already planned his great revenge, alas he was stuck in a ruined house, hiding from something as insignificant as rain. He cursed the entire hells for having such sensitivity to water in his new form.

The Devil never considered how a stray’s life would be, why would he? He was Raphael, a cambion of his rank would never stoop so low to think about the poor animals. If he could he would’ve laughed at that thought. But he wasn’t in any condition to laugh; his brown fur was dirty from being thrown in the mud by the portal that sent him to his doom. Curse Asmodeus, he thought, not even begging will better his fate once I’m crowned. Oh, but would that day even come?

He growled once more. I’m Raphael, he raged, I will not be bested. It seemed he truly believed that, and yet there was a questioning voice in his mind. Raphael shook his now-tiny head, trying to silence it; but he had to admit that his situation was rather unpleasant. He sent another set of curses to his father, Asmodeus but most of all Haarlep. It was them who mocked his “obsession” with cats; earning him this cruel fate. No matter, he had survived far worse and this temporary setback wouldn’t be his downfall. Once he was able to get back, he imagined all the glorious ways he would kill all three of them.

As Raphael watched the rain, thinking of murder, he heard footsteps coming from the street. The Devil, or rather cat, lazily walked towards the entrance, wondering what idiot would run around in a storm. It was his little mouse. Raphael’s eyes widened, hope rising in him. Hope. He scolded himself for thinking of such things now. But Tav didn’t look towards him, in fact they hurried away from the ruined house. In a desperate attempt, Raphael started meowing as loud as he could, hoping Tav would turn back. And they did.

Tav was always a kindhearted person, one he could easily use for his own gains; and today wasn’t any different. The hero of Baldur’s Gate rushed towards him, covering themselves with their cape. Raphael smiled but from the outside it looked like a distorted grimace. His little mouse, how ironic, bent down to pet him. In any other case he would’ve cut their hand off, but he reminded himself that currently Tav was the only person who could help him, again. No matter, he was patient after all. Another hundred years was nothing to him. He could wait.

“Aw, you’re trapped here kitty?” their voice cooed at him. “Come, I can help.”

They took their cape off and tried to make a safe haven for him. Raphael wished he could slash their arms but he wasn’t one to bite the hand that feeds him. Not in this case, at least. He gently settled in Tav’s arms as they did their best to cover him with their cape.

“Are you ready?” they asked before rushing out.

Raphael hissed as a stray raindrop fell on his head. It was a purely instinctual response, one he hated. The Devil spent so much time learning how to hide his reactions in his devil form; now he had to start all over again. Controlling the tail seemed easiest, as it reminded him of his previous one; but these vocal reactions got the best of him. Thankfully Tav seemed to be occupied with something else to notice.

In the meantime Raphael started making his plan. First, his little mouses needed to recognise him. That would prove to be troublesome but if he remembered correctly, and he always did, Raphael could recall them using a potion to speak to animals before. He could only hope that Tav still had a potion. Hope, again. Raphael growled, trying to forget her. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of that stubborn fool.

Before he could even consider where he was, Tav entered a tavern. Raphael didn’t recognize it at first but after looking around, he remembered its name – Elfsong. Not the luxury Raphael was hoping for but he had figured out Tav’s lack of style quite some time ago. His hero rushed upstairs, entering the bedroom. To his surprise, not one soul was present besides his little mouse. Tav set him down before releasing a sigh.

“Oh you poor thing… You’re so filthy.” they shook their head. Raphael growled at them before setting off to find their backpack, and the potion he was looking for.

He didn’t quite care what Tav was doing in the meantime, since he only needed them to understand him. Raphael was already sure that his little mouse would laugh at this horrid fate, which they would pay for, but he had to endure it. For now.

Once he found the bag, he tore the top open with his teeth and claws, and started rummaging around. He hated the messiness of this but he didn’t have another choice as Tav didn’t seem to come after him. Raphael searched around in the hero’s disorganized bag, finding all sorts of things. Scrolls on top of scrolls, food that has been rotting there for at least months, a severed hand. The Devil grimaced just before he set eyes on the potion. He grabbed it with his mouth and began pulling it out before he was snatched away from it.

“No! Bad kitty! Leave my potions alone, they could poison you!” Tav yelled at him with mocked anger. Once Raphael hissed at them, their expression softened. “Now, now, it’s okay. You’re fine but keep it that way, alright?”

Yet they didn’t put him down. Raphael whipped his head around before setting his eyes on a bucket full of water. Coincidentally Tav was walking right in its direction. Oh no. He took the rain and being thrown in the mud but he was not going to be bathed like some animal. Raphael screamed and tossed around in the hero’s arms, scratching every piece of flash he could get his claws on. He despised how weak he was in this form, unable to stop the fool from dumping him into water.

“Stop that!” they shrieked. “Gods you’re so dramatic, I’m just trying to help!”

Tav raised him above them as Raphael stared daggers at the hero. His little mouse shook their head disapprovingly. Clearly they had not figured out who he was yet. And if they have and were just playing with him, Raphael was going to make sure their soul would suffer eternally.

“You remind me so much of Raphael, that bastard.” How dare they. “I think I’m gonna name you after him. Wait, he would probably kill me if he found out. Hm.”

That he will.

“How about Meowphael?” they laughed. “Yeah, that fits.”

Oh, Tav was going to die.

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Psst, you like Raphael? Why not sign this petition to get a Raphael romance (or at least more content with him)?

#this is my addition to the bg3 writing community #discord chat was chaotic as always and this idea was born #bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 tav #bg3 one shot #bg3 fanfiction

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nobodylikety · 3 months

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Cat hybrid! Liz 🐈

Yeah I knooow it's been a while, I was kinda busy and had a bloody writers block,,, BUT HERE I AM, back with my blurbs and thoughts about hybrid! IVE, this time with Liz and her orange cat bevahior

tags: cat hybrid! liz x fem! reader, hybrid AU, fluff.

Cat hybrid! Liz is an absolute homebody! This house cat will hardly want to leave her home and go places, because inside her home are you, the rest of hybrid! IVE, her bed and all the food she can ask for.

Cat hybrid! Liz's swimming skills are as good as a sinking brick <3 she's not a very good swimmer, because cats themselves are not very fond of water. And as for bathing? no way. If it occurs to you that it's bath time, chances are Liz will demand some good cuddles afterwards.

Cat hybrid! Liz has orange cat energy, she's absolutely chaotic and goofy! Not only is she constantly fighting with Puppy!Yujin over silly things, but they are also accomplices and sometimes get into trouble together, because together they are twice as love bugs and the sweetest little cat and puppy, although not very bright! <3

+ like all orange cats, she's the most cuddly and goofy fuzzball. And when she's near you? she runs towards you, with her tail wagging all happy and for sure she tripped at least 3 times and ran into 2 walls, in the process of TRYING to get on your lap. She's such a good girl, kinda silly, but good girl 🩷

Cat hybrid! Liz lacks feline grace and agility…because her orange cat vibe is stronger. She can't jump, she can't climb…she always falls. BUT if she hears you open a bag of chips anywhere, she won't hesitate to ask for her portion (or steal it ^_^ ♡)

Cat hybrid! Liz has a habit of flopping up on the sofa and looking at you intently, with big eyes, wagging her tail in anticipation, all serious and predatory attitude,,, before giving you the silliest, most affectionate headbutt out of nowhere <3

🐱 ، ﾟฅ ｡ [ Kitty shenanigans ]

Liz always finds unique ways to get into trouble, but she never fails to be the most adorable and affectionate kitty you'll ever meet.

Not a day goes by that Liz doesn't get into trouble. Like that time when Liz and you were playing together in the garden, and Liz started chasing the butterfly she'd found with such enthusiasm that she ended up tripping over a flower pot and falling face first into the middle of some flowers. And what did Liz do? she got up, shook the dirt off her fluffy ears and looked at you with an innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.

With that silly little smile, the same one she always does.

Or that other time, when Liz was trying to catch a fly buzzing near the window, but she jumped so hard that she ended up hitting the glass, leaving a little nose smudge on the glass.

Or like now, with the most frequent mischief that takes place almost every morning, and always in the kitchen.

You're preparing toast for breakfast, when Liz decides it's an excellent idea to hop across the table to inspect your culinary work. So with an air of elegance she tries to land gracefully, but instead of it, she trips over her own tail and falls face first into the tray of eggs, scattering them all over the kitchen. And of course, not before knocking over the pile of frying pans and pots, creating a chaotic clatter.

"Don't worry, Liz," you say with a chuckle as you help her up. "I think we'll have scrambled eggs this morning."

"Meow," she replies, looking up at you with innocent eyes, as if it's your fault.

Because It's never her fault, it's always yours.

And that sometimes makes you want to wrap Liz in cotton, to stop her from endangering her own life in her own stupid way. Liz really is a bit of a rebel, even when she's not actively trying to get into trouble.

But... you have to accept her for who she is, and if you're honest with yourself, there's something incredibly endearing about this goofy, sensitive, lovable little cat (who attempts to break herself more than once a day) that's part of your life.

Because even after a day full of stumbles and falls, when you sit on the sofa and enjoy the peace and quiet of home, with Liz purring softly as you stroke her head, her sweet gaze and carefree, goofy attitude reminds you of how wonderfully special she is.

So despite all the misadventures, you wouldn't for a moment change your life filled with Liz's antics.

Cat hybrid! Liz 's love language is giving you the goofiest headbutts and being dumb with you! (she has a weird sense of humor) so Liz is always tripping, falling, flopping clumsily on you, just for the sake of showing you her love for you!

+ This. Kitten. ALWAYS (LITERALLY ALWAYS). FALLS OR TRIPS OR GETS INTO DUMB STUFF.

Wants your attention? climbs the ledge closest to you, and before falling gracefully next to you, trips and falls on your head.

She's going to climb on your lap? miscalculates and ends up with her head stuck in the sofa.

She's going to purr you to lull you to sleep? she chokes on a hairball before she even opens her mouth.

And the list goes on, because Cat hybrid! Liz is an adorable bundle of leggy nonsense, and she loves you with all her heart. ♡

#hybrid!au #kpop hybrid au #ive imagines #ive liz #liz ive #ive liz x reader #cat!liz

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