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shadowtriovibes · 8 months

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something wretched about this, something so precious about this

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

Word Count: 3k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex, language kink, parseltongue kink

Summary: request: "mc finds herself absolutely taken with Ominis and his parselmouth." aka mc is absolutely taken with ominis' mouth in every sense of the word

“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious. “N-no,” you whine. « I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »

The first time you heard Ominis speak Parseltongue, you’d found it to be almost antithetical. It had sounded so bizarre coming out of his mouth, so different from the gentlemanly manner in which he most often spoke. Yet the strength of his snakelike voice sounded somehow familiar, and the way his sighing, hissing words wrapped around you felt like sinking into a warm bath.

“It worked!” you’d exclaimed, hoping your voice wasn’t trembling. “Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed.”

Minutes later you’d writhed on the floor in unimaginable pain and all thoughts of Ominis’ potentially disreputable talent had flown from your mind. In fact, you’d been so rattled from being on the receiving end of the Cruciatus curse that it took several days for you to recall that you were no longer the sole member of your little trio with a rare gift.

A month later you’d asked Sebastian about it while you were studying for Charms, lazily levitating stacks of books while he had been pouring over Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook.

“What does being a Parselmouth mean?” you asked him curiously.

“Means you can talk to snakes,” he replied, half listening. “Understand them, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that, thanks.”

Sebastian looked up from his book with a skeptical expression on his face. “Then what exactly are you asking?”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know, I just… Ominis made it sound like it was a bad thing, to be known as a Parselmouth. Like it’s given him a bad reputation. Why is that?”

Carefully closing his spellbook, Sebastian sits back and considers his words carefully before continuing.

“Well, the answer to that is right in front of you,” he says, gesturing to the tattered book on the table before him. “As Ominis said, most Parselmouths are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, and whether it’s warranted or not, he’s a controversial figure.”

“Sure,” you agree. “But… does Ominis speak Parseltongue much? How would anyone even know?”

“I think most people just assume,” Sebastian replies with a shrug. “His brothers spoke it, and he’s told me that they speak it more regularly at his home. Many Gaunts have chosen to keep a snake rather than an owl or any sort of conventional animal.”

You nod slowly. “Have you heard him speak it before that night in the Scriptorium?”

“A handful of times,” he admits. “Sometimes he’ll slip up if he’s especially angry or frustrated. I’ve also heard him speaking it in his sleep on occasion.”

Eventually, the conversation shifts to the spellbook and you once again forget about Ominis’ rare skill – this time for nearly two years.

By your seventh year, Ominis has learned about your ancient magic abilities, and your friendship has grown from one of rueful kinship to genuine affection. Nevertheless, he still seems to keep so much of himself guarded, even as you’ve shared so many of your worries and insecurities as you’ve grown into your role as the only living Keeper of your ability.

(It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen achingly in love with him along the way.)

These days you spend most nights studying with him and Sebastian. Usually, you’re eager to soak up the years of knowledge they’d accrued before you’d started school at Hogwarts, but tonight you find yourself distracted.

“Are you listening to me?” Ominis suddenly snaps, and you glance up from where you’d been reading the same paragraph over and over.

Ominis looks annoyed, and to his point, you certainly hadn’t been listening. You’ve both been sprawled out on the floor of the Undercroft for hours now revising for Potions. Sebastian had called it a night shortly before dinner, leaving the two of you to continue pouring over theory textbooks in preparation for Professor Sharp’s famously lethal end-of-term exams.

“Y-yes, sorry,” you stutter. “What were you saying?”

In your defense, winter has arrived in the Highlands and the stone floor of Ominis’ hideaway has cooled you to the bone. The weak flame flickering beneath your shared cauldron isn’t enough to pull you out of your daydreams about a nice warm bed, some cozy blankets, and perhaps someone to share it with…

(Someone who can whisper secret serpentine words against your skin, chasing your goosebumps lower and lower beneath the covers…)

“Again?” Ominis asks, more disappointed than angry this time. “You can’t focus on my words for a full minute before slipping into some reverie?”

Merlin, if only he knew that focusing on his words wasn’t the problem at all.

“I’m sorry, Ominis,” you whine. “But it’s getting late, it’s freezing down here, and we missed dinner…”

“You said you’d help me,” he reminds you, perhaps a bit vulnerably. “The exam is tomorrow afternoon, and my Draught of Living Death is still curdling.”

You groan pathetically and rub your eyes. “Ominis, you’re a dear friend, and I simply adore you, but you’re bloody rubbish at Potions. Perhaps we should take a break for the night.”

Ominis’ jaw clenches while he stirs his (admittedly lumpy-looking) brew.

“Ominis?” you ask hesitantly. “...I apologize if I was harsh, but–”

“Don’t,” he interjects. “Just… stop talking. Clearly, you’re no longer interested in helping me, so you might as well go back to your common room for the night.”

Sighing, you shift closer to where he sits cross-legged on the stone floor and gently rest a hand on top of his knee. You know how challenging Potions has been for him, especially lately; N.E.W.T.-level draughts are challenging enough when one can confirm that the brew they’ve already spent hours preparing has progressed to the appropriate color.

“I think you need to take a break,” you say softly. “You’re making yourself too frustrated, Ominis.”

You watch as a bit of the tension he’d been carrying in his shoulders seeps away as his head hangs gently. As his fingers nervously twitch in his lap, he takes a slow, measured breath and lets his eyes fall closed.

« I need to do this correctly, even just once, » he says. « Then I’ll be able to sleep. »

You suspect he doesn’t even realize he hadn’t spoken English until you sharply pull your hand back with a gasp.

“Wh-what… did I, um,” he stammers. “I didn’t… say that the proper way, did I?”

“Well, er – you hissed it,” you say carefully. “That… that was Parseltongue again, wasn’t it?”

Ominis carefully nods. Your stomach clenches when you notice him hunch in on himself as if he’s ashamed of what he’s done.

“It’s okay!” you quickly tell him. “I, um. I haven’t heard you speak Parseltongue since fifth year, and – and I don’t understand it, obviously, b-but it’s alright if you want to use it.”

You trail off lamely and try to rest your hand on his knee once more, but he nudges it away.

“I apologize,” he says hollowly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A wave of nausea rolls over you as you watch him duck his face and turn away from you – not so that he can’t see you, mind, but that you won’t see him.

“Omins,” you sigh. “Please, you – you haven’t scared me, I promise you.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he counters in a deceptively soft voice. “I can tell, you know. Your heart is racing, you’ve gone warm all over… You want to run away. It’s only natural, when one is frightened. I would know.”

You swallow audibly and once more attempt to rest your hand on his thigh, and this time he allows you.

“I’m not scared,” you insist, and as true as your words are, you almost wish you were lying to him.

You think it’s probably less shameful than the truth, which is that Ominis’ brief Parseltongue outburst has your heart racing with desire, not fear.

“Then why…?” he asks before eventually trailing off.

“I find it fascinating,” you tell him softly as you trace your fingertips along the seam of his trousers. “It’s… compelling, Ominis. Perhaps a bit enticing.”

“Enticing?” he repeats softly. “You feel, er.. compelled by my Parseltongue?”

You shyly shrug before remembering a non-verbal answer won’t suffice. “I suppose I do.”

The both of you are silent for several long moments. The only sound that can be heard in the Undercroft is Ominis’ sickly bubbling potion, until he finally asks you, “May I kiss you?”

You hesitate for merely a beat, just to let your mind catch up, but before you can answer Ominis repeats himself in Parseltongue: « May I kiss you? »

This time, your non-verbal answer of crawling astride his lap and kissing him yourself is entirely sufficient.

Ominis moans into your mouth while you grab the lapels of his uniform shirt, brazenly rocking against his lap like one of those wanton witches in Sebastian’s rather foul romance novels. His hands settle on your hips and he helps you grind down onto him until you can feel for yourself where he’s grown hard.

“Wh-what are we doing?” he asks against your lips.

He doesn’t sound scandalized, or even hesitant – rather, he sounds like he’s asking how much you’re going to let him get away with.

“Whatever we want,” you answer him breathlessly. “Ominis, I – I’ve wanted this for so long, we’ll do whatever you want.”

« Whatever I want? » he hisses, and you shiver in his lap. « What I want is to get you on your back for me, sweet girl. »

Carefully, Ominis tips you from his lap back onto the freezing tile, but just as quickly he gently pushes your shoulders back until you’re sprawled out on some abandoned Potions notes. Your skirt falls halfway up your legs and Ominis traces his fingertips along your skin until he finds the hem.

« Spread your legs for me, my love, » he hisses, sliding his hands up the insides of your thighs. « Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you here? »

His unseeing eyes flutter closed as his fingertips brush against the hem of your undergarments. You’re wet – you have been since he’d first slipped into those low, hissing tones of his – but now he knows it. He can feel it.

“Gods,” he groans. “You.. you really like to hear my Parseltongue this much?”

“It’s your voice,” you whimper, grinding your hips toward his teasing fingertips. “You… you sound different.”

“Tell me,” he demands. “How do I sound?”

Realizing that he likely sounds the same to his own ears even when speaking the ancient snake language, you bite your lip and force yourself to focus.

“You – you sound powerful,” you admit. “Like your voice is stronger, or… it’s like I can hear it in my whole body, not just my ears.”

Ominis wordlessly rewards you by firmly dragging his thumb down the length of your core through your panties. You melt into his touch; your skin feels as if it’s on fire now, and the very same icy stone floors you’d complained about not long ago now feel like a soothing balm against your skin.

“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious.

“N-no,” you whine.

« I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »

You whimper and arch your back. “I m-might not understand Parseltongue, but I can tell when you’re teasing me.”

“Darling, I’ve barely begun to tease you,” he murmurs before leaning down and licking up the length of your body from your navel to the dip between your collarbones.

“Please, Ominis,” you beg.

« You’ve been distracting me all evening, » he continues. « I fully intend to have just as much fun playing with you, since you seem to enjoy driving me mad. »

While he kisses what’s sure to be an impressive bruise onto the side of your neck, Ominis slides your panties down your legs.

“I want you inside me,” you confess.

« You want the first time I take you to be on this dirty stone floor? » he asks lazily. « Are you that desperate to be fucked, sweetheart, or have I made you wait too long and driven you mad? »

You groan frustratedly as he starts to kiss his way down your body, pointedly ignoring your canting hips. “Ominis, I’m begging, please say you’ll touch me.”

Ominis presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against your hipbone. « Don’t fret, my love. How could I refuse such a tempting offer from such a beautiful, albeit slightly mad woman? »

By the time he traces the tip of his tongue along the crease of your hip, you realize where he’s headed. An irreverent array of babble spills from your lips while you attempt to grind impossibly closer to his face, but he places his hands over your hips and keeps you firmly planted against the stone floor before he presses his tongue flat against your cunt.

If he were still speaking Parseltongue into your skin, you’d never know. Any words of praise or kindly teasing that spilled from his lips were drowned out by a litany of curses you’d never utter in front of a man like Ominis in any other setting.

“That’s it, my lovely girl,” he whispers against the inside of your thigh. « Your cunt is so wet for my tongue, and it’s even sweeter than you are. »

He’s switching between English and Parseltongue so easily that you can’t be sure he’s even doing it on purpose anymore, and you couldn’t possibly say which you prefer more. Being fully aware of every filthy word he says is a dream, but is it as delicious as not knowing what he’s saying as he utters secret confessions inches from your skin?

You don’t bother spending much time considering it while you lie back and let him lick you open. All you can think about is his tongue on your skin, pushing inside you, savoring every inch of your body while he learns you by touch and by taste.

That’s what he’s doing, after all – learning you. He’ll get you off, of course he will, but that’s not why he’s bent over between your legs with your calves thrown over his shoulder.

“Ominis,” you groan. “I need you in me, I… I need you.”

He presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your sensitive clit before he asks, “Is that so? I thought you liked my Tongue, and now it’s not enough for you?”

“Don’t tease me,” you plead. “I know you want me just as badly.”

While Ominis had been coming up for air between burying his face between his thighs, you’d been able to see just how affected he is – you aren’t alone in your eagerness, you can be sure of it.

« Right as always, you are, » he hisses. « Perhaps you don’t understand my words, but you can sense my desire, can’t you? »

He grinds his hard cock against your inner thigh to punctuate his words and you whine pathetically.

“Take me, take me, take me,” you chant while he sits back to undo his trousers and push them down just enough to free himself. You realize he intends to stay fully clothed while he takes you apart, and you shiver against the cold floor.

When he finally sinks inside, you fall helplessly silent.

Every ounce of focus you have is spent on relaxing your body, opening up for him as he buries himself inside you. He’s almost ruthless in his endeavor to fully seat himself in you despite his intimidating length. Save a few breathless not-quite-whines, you’re quiet beneath him.

« Nothing to say, darling? » he hisses at first, and then in a softer voice he asks, “Are you alright? Am I hurting you?”

“N-no, it’s good,” you moan. “Please… keep talking to me.”

“You want me to talk to you, hm?” he asks, grinding in until the flat part of his pelvis brushes against yours. « Do you need a distraction? You’re taking me so well, my angel. »

He starts to fuck you in earnest with a slow, careful rhythm to keep your bare skin from catching along the worn stones beneath your back. As he thrusts inside you, he keeps talking in that low, hissing tone. Soon you realize even his words match the rhythm of his body, rising and falling with his motions.

« Feels so good… Waited so long… I can’t stop, please don’t ask me to stop… »

His back feels feverishly warm to the touch while you drag your hands down from his shoulder blades to the back of his hips. In the years since you’d first heard the snakeline sound of Parseltongue fall from his lips, he’s grown taller and his musculature has changed into that of a lithe, well-built man. Now the strength of that voice suits the body from which it emanates, and both have combined to keep you firmly pinned to the floor beneath their might.

You cling to him as he fucks you harder. You feel so close already, tumbling toward the edge of pleasure beneath him as his serpentine words glide across your skin.

When you come around him, you hear him whisper your name in Parseltongue – it’s the same, you think, but softer, and sweeter.

« When I come inside you, » he hisses just above a whisper. « I want you to keep every last drop inside for me. Will you, my darling? »

“Ominis!” you wail.

“Fuck – fuck,” he gasps, and seconds later you feel the mess he's made inside you threaten to spill out with every slow, greedy thrust in his post-orgasmic haze.

“N-no, stop,” you whimper, and he immediately goes still.

“What is it?” he asks, his English crisp and clear.

You shift shyly beneath him and whisper, “Don’t… don’t keep going. I want to keep it inside for now, and – and when you move, it, um…”

Merlin, you don’t have the words to say you’re just as greedy as he is – you want to stay full of him, just as he’d asked in that ancient, indecipherable tongue.

Ominis presses soothing kisses to your face while you wrap your legs around his waist to hold him in place. His lips brush across your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, the curve of your jaw.

“Of course, darling,” he whispers. “I’ll stay right here.”

Then, with his lips pressed to yours, he hisses, « I’ll stay right here as long as you like. »

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sanhwaism · 3 months

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bf!ateez and that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ ot8 x gn .ᐟ reader

genre ⟡ established relationship, romance, fluff

author's note ⟡ haaaaapy valentine's day 💌☁️ not long ago i have reached 100 followers eeek ^_^ so so grateful for every single one of you!! take this as my gift for both this milestone and valentine's day <3 (the specific habit of theirs will be written in italics just so it can be easier to spot hehe)

k. hongjoong — quality time

ah yes, the busy and very hardworking captain :,)

he's aware of the time spent in his studio; composing and producing music are in his nature after all!

so he feels very thankful that you are understanding and always there for him to cheer him up or reassure him that he doesn't have to feel guilty even when he's pulling all nighters there

yet he still feels bad deep down

at the same time he can't abandon his work

so every chance he gets — and i mean EVERY — when he's not that overworked he makes sure to learn about what you're into so he can spend time with you in a way which you'd enjoy the most

whether it's a new game you're into, or a tv show or a book or

the moment you mention it ONCE???? be sure he's taking a mental note and paying the closest attention to it

because he acknowledges that it will be useful for later

no matter what it is, he'll try his best to pick up on it so you can have a great time together

"oh is this the new video game you started playing? guess what i actually got into it as well so we can play it together now!! :D!"

"oh i know you told me about this book you're reading so i bought a copy as well and i started it whenever i took breaks at work!! let's talk about it!! :D!"

sobs

he's genuinely so thoughtful

so yes, knowing how much time he spends away from you makes him want to learn more about your interests so the moment he has you back in his embrace, he will make sure to repay you in the sweetest way possible!

p. seonghwa — words of affirmation

the type of boyfriend that always makes sure you know how great you're doing and how proud he is of you :(

he wouldn't go a day without praising you

if he is away from you because of work, expect a very early morning message from him in which he wishes you a good day ahead, that you will do great no matter what and he hopes you get to eat some yummy food in the meantime

and then later that day more encouraging words to keep you motivated and to also remind you that he loves you dearly

sobbing again

he wants you to tell him every detail about your day so he can praise every single effort you're making out there, no matter how small or insignificant you think it is

he'd tell you that just thinking of you gives him enough energy to go throughout the day

and he'll try his best to comfort you with his magical healing words if there is something you're going through

one thing about seonghwa is that he will validate your feelings no matter what. and that makes you feel so safe and appreciated and so so loved :(((

he's just comfort personified

he feels like hot chocolate served with marshmallows on top in front of the fireplace

if he's home and there are no miles that distance him from you, every single affectionate word that comes out of his mouth sounds even more soft hearted if that's possible

because not only does he know how to pick the best words and when to use them, but also the tone of his voice is just so soft and soothing

and now that no screen separates you both, his praises feel even more meaningful

he'd gently smile while caressing your cheek and whisper that he missed you so much and now that the day is over, everything that you have accomplished makes him so proud <3

j. yunho — physical touch

oh my god

PLEASE listen to me

when i say that i keep seeing those specific cutest clips of yunho that altered my brain chemistry

i mean it

they altered it so badly to the point where my opinion on his love language changed

everything clicks in your head the moment you realize that yunho has been doing this gesture to you after you two got more comfortable with each other

you walk baside him while holding his hand?

all of the sudden you feel his large, soft hand on the top of your head

he looks at you all smiley while you talk to him?

the next second his hand is moving towards the crown of your head, cutely ruffling your hair

you're eating and paying attention to the food before your very eyes?

headpat.

another headpat.

cute little soft headpat

is it the height difference that just makes him unable to control his hand from such sweet gesture?

probably

most certainly, actually

he just can't help it :( one look at how cute you look and you don't even get the chance to finish your sentence be–

yup. headpat!!!!!

it's never enough for him, there are times where he feels the urge to just start speedily yet gently tap the top of your head countless times while your head just bops up and down

the way people do with their pets when the cuteness aggression hits (please tell me you know what i mean)

if you dont i gotchu i provide with visual representation here! (volume warning!!!! its loud!!)

he finds that HILARIOUS and so adorable at the same time

he'd just start giggling and you can't help but enjoy his laugh and playfulness

but if he doesn't stop you're gonna get dizzy a bit so he'll recieve a headpat in return!

... just a more aggressive one

call it a cute bonk ^_^

emotionally prepare yourself not to get TOO affected by his sudden puppy eyes because how dare you do such thing to him :<

apologize with a forehead smooch and he'll get all shy and so cutieful

k. yeosang — acts of service

your personal trainer angel fairy dreamy looking like boyfriend

fondly sighs

yeosang's love for you is so gentle and thoughtful

he's your safe haven

his best way to express his feelings is by making sure you're always taking care of yourself, especially reminding you daily to take your supplements and vitamins!!

one day while you were cuddling him on the couch, you expressed your desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle because he inspires you to do so

that was the moment a big shiny lightbulb lit up above yeosang's head

because he had the perfect idea how to help!! :D

the next day you'd already have in your hands a cute storage vitamin box that he got for you where you can organize your vitamins by days so it can be easier for you :(

of course he has one as well

he is always the one that helps you buy them once you run out

and he'd try his best to do his research based on your preferences and what seems to work best for you

when you tell him how much of a big difference they've been making and how much more energetic you feel, his smile melts your heart

he gets all bashful and giggles to himself, waving his hand as if he doesn't consider that he has done a lot

(well i consider eating him in one bite)

after all, that's what a good boyfriend should do! no biggie!

but yeosang has no idea how much it means to you; for him to always check up in you, to be your daily reminder just in case you forget about the vitamins, to diligently help you achieve the healthy lifestyle you strive for

c. san — physical touch

everyone please act shocked

of course it's physical touch

i feel like i'd commit a crime if i didn't pick it

he's just a cute clingy cat :(

you figured out his love language quite fast, a little bit after you have made your relationship official and gave him your consent

he was shy at first

VERY shy

at first he could feel satisfied enough even with just your hand in his, or a timid hug

honestly he just wanted you near him!

but after some time when both of you got more comfortable with each other and after lots of showers with affection,

he started attacking your cheeks in the cutest way possible

every time he would have you near him, you'd see him suddenly leaning towards one side of you

next second you'd feel the softness of his cheek touching yours

and not only touch

but he would push himself even closer to you if that's possible, smushing your cheeks together while he's pouting

as if he wants to fuse both of your bodies into one because having you like that against him?? clearly isn't enough

also starts gently rubbing it against your own cheek, humming to himself because of how nice the feeling is while his eyes are closed in content

with time you got used to it and even started to like it and look forward to it

(every time i see clips of him doing that to other members i can't help but giggle)

he's just the cutest <3

no one cats the way san cats

s. mingi — quality time

the type of boyfriend that if he could, he would attach you to his hip like a lucky charm forever and ever

because you always bring him luck, inspiration and hope whenever he has you near him :(

he feels a bit lost in your absence, always looking for ways to hear from you one way or another

so a lot of times when you two would blissfully share each other's space, mingi would ask you to attend his dancing practice, so you can witness what impressive moves he came up with and what choreographies he has been working on ^^

he is truly sososososo talented

and you'd just watch him with your lips slightly parted, amazement written all over your face as your eyes would follow the way his flexible body moves like water, with such calculated and striking motions

or other times, when he'd willingly share his personal space with you in his studio where he worked on so many new instrumentals and demos that might be useful for the group's future releases or his solo projects

every minute he would turn his head towards you just so he could catch a glimpse of your face expression

and he would smile to himself as he'd gaze at the endearing way you enjoy the rhythm and overall vibe of the music

his eyes would start sparkling in the dim lighting as you praise his efforts and works

and the biggest, cutest smile would adorn his bare face

sobs mingi.. mingi!! ^__^ mingi :3 MINGI!!!!!!!!

from that moment on, he only grows more confident to have you partake in any type of project he's crafting

you soon realize that you're the only one that gets this treatment

that's how big of an effect you have on song mingi. and he loves you dearly. always share your feedback and space with him. pretty please with a cherry on top <3

he said that not me

j. wooyoung — BITING gift giving

sorry let me get serious

WOOYOUNG.

this man emanates love through every single pore so it was SO hard to pick only one love language

but it had to be done!

he's typically in his sugar baby era

but when it comes to you????????

i hope you're prepared to get spoiled ^^

his love for you is just too strong

but so is his credit card!

even before both of you confessed to each other, wooyoung had been giving you subtle hints that he was having a crush on you

and a lot of his hints were consisting mostly in him buying something for you

you eyed a cute plushie through the shop's window?

"waa, wooyoung, this plushie is so cute don't you think!!!!"

wooyoung thinks that he is buying it for you!!!!!

and you know what

he's getting two plushies actually, because they remind him of you and him

once he steps out of the shop, he hands the plushie to you with the cutest smile plastered on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes

"look, it's us," he exclaims as he brings his plushie close to the one in your hands and, to your utter surprise, makes them aggressively kiss.

(i just made myself SO devastated by writing that oh my god)

that was actually the day you two admitted having a crush on each other

from that day on, wooyoung's need to spoil you only grew

he'd want to match with you not only when it comes to a pair of plushies or ten, but clothes as well

not those that are SO visibly matching, instead more subtle ones that sort of compliment each other's looks and make you two match perfectly, like two puzzle pieces :,)

yes, wooyoung would be the one that would buy the clothes for you and surprise you with soooo many bags in front of your door, so excited for you to try on everything

he's whipped! can you blame him :(

you are his happiness and he wouldn't have it any other way, you deserve every single gift, end of discussion!!

c. jongho — acts of service

the acts of service king

i said what i said!!

also the king of americanos yup yup iktr!

speaking of americano coffee :>

in the beginning of your relationship with jongho, you'd often have dates at the prettiest, comfiest cafes in town

you'd both order your usual drink of choice, and whenever you'd get coffee, he would pay extra attention to what type of coffee is it so he can get a cup for you next time and impress you with it

not just coffee but shh this is about coffee shh

after some time, you took the relationship to the next level, moving in together;

and whenever jongho had to leave earlier than you for his schedule, the mornings would smell like the best freshly made coffee you had ever smelled

because your sweet and attentive boyfriend would try his best to copy the recipe of your favorite coffee drink

from scratch as well

grinding the best coffee beans he could find into grounds

using water heated between 195°F-205°F

aiming for a total brew time between 3-5 minutes

like this is serious for him.

because he NEEDS it to be perfect and he NEEDS to cutely brag about it and he NEEDS to make you feel very pleased!

"hey, y/n, would you like some coffee?"

"no, thank youuu, my boyfriend made me the best cup of coffee this morning !!"

he would also leave a lovely note next to the mug :(

what more could you ask for. seriously.

you're gonna have some people become jealous but hey! choi jongho THE choi jongho chose you <3 and you will always be the only one he would make coffee for, from scratch, at the first glow of the sunrise

you are the apple of his eye

the only apple he would never break in half

see what i did there :D

𓏲 ࣪₊♡ taglist: @yuyusuyu

{💌ྀི} masterlist.

#ria.snhw #ria!drabble ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez headcanons #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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lemonandlime22 · 8 months

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May I request Vil, Azul, Trey, and Jade with a Gn! yuu who’s first language isn’t english, so they struggle speaking and struggle with the assignments.

Vil, Azul, Trey, and Jade with Yuu that has a different native language

Warning(s): cussing, fish mafia doing fish mafia things, not edited

A/N: ty for requesting! i hope you like it!

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Vil Schoenheit

I personally hc that Vil's native language is German so he understands some of your struggles

he went through the same thing when he was first learningWhich I’m sure was when he was very little

But anyway, he’ll sometimes offer tips on how to pronounce things correctly and remember some grammar things that can get tricky.

If you ask he’ll usually help translate assignments or help you understand them,

You’ll probably have small language study sessions with both Vill and Rook

Heck maybe you’ll learn both French and German if you don’t already

Overall, he's a willing tutor if you ask and p good one at that! Also prob the most helpful out of all these guys

But warning, he is ruthless and incredibly strict if you make it a normal tutoring session.

Good luck!!

Azul Ashengrotto

Get ready to be exploited bb <3

he's like a mini Crowley

Any whooo

As soon as he found out you were having trouble he swooped in and offered you a deal

he'll help you with assignments and learning the language

and you help him reach a wider customer base!

Your basically his free employee.

Btw there is like a 50/50 chance that he either is genuinely helping you or using the twisted wonderland version of google translate.

But there is a small chance that he just so happens to have been wanting to learn your native language

In that situation then you’ll just be helping each other

you tutor his abt your native tongue

and he helps you understand assignments and any words your having trouble with.

Overall, not a terrible experience, tho he is taking advantage of you there’s not much of a downside other then you having to translate the whole menu.

Trey Clover

Another one that would be happy to help

except you don't have to make a contract with him for that help.

He will help you the best he can but it's not much

I can see him kinda knowing one other language, but just enough to get basic info across

but that's about it

whether that's the same as your native language or not, he'll do his best to assist you in understanding some assignments.

He tries to make it fun too, like for every correct answer your able to get, he’ll make you your favorite baked good

If you don’t like baked good, then he’ll use his unique magic on it

Trey will also be very curious abt your culture and see if or how different it is from his.

Overall, prob the most pleasant experience, not rly the most helpful but at least he got the spirit.

Jade Leech

Your basically his free entertainment

this mischievous little bitch will intentionally give you the wrong translations of things

and fuck up your grammar with the power of gaslighting.

Buuut if he were to want to genuinely help you,,,

he would take advantage of the situation to tell you all abt

Every. Single. Type of fungi.

For every new dish you try of his is an assignment he’ll help you with.

Overall, good luck! In school and I’m eating those dishes.

You will need it.

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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So with Fae!Dick, we all know that Bruce is just… not gonna say anything bc of his own mental health, but do you think the other batkids notice anything once they come along?

On one hand, I think someone would have to notice. If not Jason, then Tim, Steph, Barbara, or Damian bc, well, they’re BATS. They literally have been trained to notice things.

On the other hand, though, I think it would be HILARIOUS if they just attributed Dick’s Fae nature to him just being weird. Like, completely unaware he isn’t human. Maybe not entirely realistic but I think it leaves for some interesting comedic moments 😅

Honestly at one point I think it all devolves into plausible deniability. 😭😂

Jason is the first to notice something amiss, obviously. But he joins Bruce in pretending it‘s just Dick‘s general weirdness. After all, as long as the dog just howls once in a while it’s not necessarily a wolf, right? And Dick, after the initial hang up and trying to kill him a little, is sweet as a summer‘s day to him and viciously protective to boot. Galas and all the rich people there that used to treat Jason like a circus animal aren’t a problem anymore because Dick always swoops in like a bat out of hell and distracts the creepy old ladies with a charming smile until they walk away with vacant eyes. It‘s all pretty funny. And very weird. But hey, Jason gets a laugh out of it and that secretive little grin from Dick so whatever.

Tim I headcanon has Dick all figured out within a month of officially meeting him (the opposite of this would be Tim never figuring it out which is also kinda funny and just attributing it to his circus past or something) and is veeery cautious about interacting with Dick for a time. It makes Dick kind of sad and Tim can only withstand the puppy eyes so long until he caves.

Steph just kinda shrugs and accepts Dick‘s strangeness at face value. It ain’t hurting her so why should she bother? Dick is cool. She likes Dick. End of story, thank you and good day. And yeah, fine, some of his habits are downright weird and everything but who is she to judge? And he‘s always down to cause mischief with her which is?? Super cool???? Even the more devious pranks she can bribe him into joining by handing him a jar of fresh honey or hand picked fruit!! Anybody trying to say shit about Dick lands them on her hit list, period.

Cass is Cass. Nobody can fool her. She may not know what Dick is, but she‘s painfully aware he‘s other. Most wildlife treats him like bees would their queen, there‘s always the scent of pines and rain following him. Dick‘s body language says ‘playful-content-happy’ but his eyes say ‘dark-dangerous-predator’. It’s all very conflicting; a study of contradictions. Cass learns to go by what his body language says and quickly finds a kindred spirit in Dick, who somehow always seems to know exactly what she tries to express but has trouble translating into words.

I headcanon Damian grew up with folklore so while his first theory may not be “fae” he definitely has Dick down as something other than human. Which means he must be powerful. Which means Damian must keep himself in Dick’s good graces in the hopes of making the creature teach him how to be powerful in turn. And, well, the kid grew up with a grandad that regularly takes dips in a magical swimming pool. I don’t think there’s much that can genuinely shock him lol.

Duke is… well, he’s the sensible one so of course he’s the first one to actually ask questions. And then proceeds to go nearly insane because??? Nobody seems to?? Care???? That Dick just rotated his head a full 360°???? Or that the manor sure af isn’t supposed to??? Randomly add hallways???? Or that there’s a whole ass SWAMP that appeared in the basement overnight???? Or a door that leads straight into the forest?????? Duke very nearly nopes the hell out because that’s too much even for him. But finally, finally someone takes pity on him (I headcanon it’s Cass) and she doesn’t explain anything per se, she just kind of… shows Duke. Shows him around the manor, introduces him to twisting halls and strange rooms, takes him to where Dick is lounging with the rest of the family, purring like a content cat. And Duke still doesn’t understand, not completely, but Dick smiles at him with too many, too sharp teeth and tugs him into the huge cuddle pile and?? Are those feathers on his neck?? No, he must have imagined it. Anyway, Duke thinks he can handle this… strangeness, if it scores him a family like this. It’s Gotham, right? Weirder things happen here on the daily.

Omg this turned into a whole ass essay I’m so sorry 😰😅😭✨

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the-stars-in-your-eyes-if · 3 months

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☀︎NO DEMO YET☀︎

☀︎SYNOPSIS☀︎

Your childhood friend has always dreamed of the big scene, of the crowd singing your lyrics, of a world tour. Max always wanted for your bands to succeed together. Until...

Well, it is was all a big stupid joke.

The real world caught up to you: you are no longer the naive child you once were. Writing a Grammy worthy album isn’t as easy as it seems and the big scene is nowhere to be seen. You navigate through life as you can, you party with your friends every Saturday and write music all week. You enjoy each one of your gigs – big and small. Your burning love for music doesn’t seem to fade. Your band brought together a solid community that crosses borders. You have fun with your band and it’s all that matter.

But you can’t help but fantasize that, someday, you’ll be at the top of the world…

Big stupid joke, right?

✮BATTLE OF THE BANDS IS BACK!✮

You thought 2020 was the end of us, uh?

You couldn’t be more wrong!

The worldwide known music contest is finally back!

We carefully chose the mentors of our beloved participants. This year will be all pink…

Make way for Pink Riot!!!

Application open to foreigners (check our website)

RATED +18

TW: explicit language, (occasional) violence, transphobia (one character is misgendered but just in one scene), use of alcohol and drugs, (soft) sexual content, parental abuse (flashback), depression, self-harm (warning will be in the "next" button), mention of suicide (same as self-harm)

☀︎FEATURES☀︎

– Customize your MC’s appearance and personality. You decide of their public image and persona.

– Your choices will define your band’s public image and popularity. Are they loved? Do they make underground or mainstream music? Are they the parents’ worst nightmare? The reference of rebellious kids?

– Decide your band’s aesthetic. Do they have one to begin with? Or do they each dress in their own style?

– Write your own lyrics!

– Engage in romantic affairs…

– ...or don’t, your choice!

– Are you going to help the people that cross your path or do you only care about yourself?

☀︎A BIT OF CONTEXT☀︎

Of course, this story is set on Earth.

But.

Racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, islamophobia, antisemitism and fatphobia will get you in court.

You are not very well seen if you do one of those things and, if you’re a celebrity/politician/public figure, it can (and will) ruin your career.

I know that this isn’t realistic at all but I need to believe that, one day, this will be real. My characters have and will go through enough trauma and bad moments, I want to give them some peace.

And it feels really good to make a world where those things will ruin the oppressor and not the oppressed.

☀︎ROs☀︎

THE HERMIT — Diesel Di Angelo (they/them)

Diesel is the soul of the band, they bring a sort of osmosis. Their calm energy somehow has a place on stage and is liked by everyone.

Diesel took their first steps in the music world with Max and MC. It was just the three of them before the band grew bigger. Diesel is a talented guitarist, they worked hard to get where they are and they don’t stop improving. They are quite reserved and don’t talk about their feelings… Who knows what lies beneath their shell?

THE MISCHIEVOUS DRUMMER — Roman Lupin (he/him)

If MC is the backbone of the band, Roman is its beating heart. He has no problem to make the public jump from the back of the stage. He’s a spark that will light a bonfire.

Roman learned to play drum from his mother. He went to the conservatory but he didn’t stuck with it. Since a young age, Roman wants to have a band and to perform all around the world. Roman is full of life and he’s the human version of a sunshine. Is there something behind that smile or is he genuinely happy?

THE LITTLE MERMAID — Isra Wafa (she/they)

Isra brings magic to the band. Her mermaid low voice is unique and enchants the public. If you think you’ve heard good bass players, just wait until you see Isra on stage.

When Isra was a child, their parents let them chose an instrument to learn and to their surprise, she chose the bass. They fell in love with this low instrument. They navigated from band to band before settling for this band her boyfriend was part of. Isra keeps ignoring their responsibilities toward her family. For how long can they pretend it doesn’t exist?

THE REBEL ANGEL — Archibald “Archie” de Beaumont (they/he)

Even with a classical training, Archie managed to switch to their band’s genre without too much troubles. All the members affirm it: Archie is a gift from the universe.

Archie popped out of nowhere to audition to be the band’s keyboardist. He was the most talented person they saw all day and the chemistry was very much here. The band doesn’t know much about Archie, but it doesn’t matter. They are a good person and a dear friend. It wouldn’t change anything to learn about their life before the band. Right?

THE MANAGER — Cal Bremont (he/him)

Cal works in the shadow to make the band shines under the spotlight of the biggest stages. The band claims it, he is the best manager you could hope for.

Cal takes his job very seriously, he has a perfect work ethic. Maybe he is a bit too close to his clients and they may not just be clients… But, well, no one is complaining. Cal is very secretive about his personal life, he never mentioned his family or anything else. Can he maintain his relationship with his friends and still keep his life a mystery?

THE RISING STAR — Max Larash (she/her or they/them)

Max moved their band to the other side of the world and they managed to impose themselves on the west coast scene. We’ll keep an eye on them as they’ll compete against their former friends…

Because of artistic divergences, Max decided to leave the band when Isra and Roman joined them and they created their own band with high school friends. Max had big dreams for Sleep Walking and their friends in MC’s band, but it didn’t turn out as Max has hoped. Sleep Walking left the country for the USA without their friends and they intentionally lost all contacts with them…

THE MUSE — Olivia “Ollie” Madden (she/her)

You may have never see her face but, as a comics fan, Ollie Madden is a name far from unknown. None other than the comics artist and writer of the most followed comics, Ollie is still a mystery to her fans.

Olivia works for Blue Pegasus, a major comics book publisher, since years. She was the comics artist on a lot of books, it took her a lot of hard work to finally publish her own series. Olivia isn’t only a famous artist, she also is a single mother. She’s taking care of a lot by herself and it often leads to forget about herself. There is nobody to remind her she’s human and not a superhero…

THE PRINCESS — Katharina "Kat" Deluca (she/her)

We don’t need to present Katharina Deluca anymore. Success and awards seem to follow every movies our Lady K touched. She confessed that her break from the cameras and greens screens was to be present for her best friend… Athena Pierce.

Also known as the Princess, Katharina is one of the biggest actresses of her generation. Between two roles worthy of an Oscar, she is also a model and the face of the infamous designer brand: Beaumont-Griffin. She is in the industry since she was 12. But, behind closed doors, Kat doesn’t seem to have a joyful life… What is she hiding from the world?

GODDESS OF MUSIC — Athena Pierce (she/her)

Athena is a legend in the industry. Everybody wants to work with her and Pink Riot. Her voice will shatter your world, there is a before and an after Athena Pierce.

Athena is the lead singer and front woman of Pink Riot. She was a star child and charmed America with her angelic voice. But, with the creation of Pink Riot, Athena is no longer the little angel of the USA. She’s now known as a freaking rebel and she is quite provocative. She flirts with the limits all the time. Her persona is loved all around the world, but who is the real Athena?

☀︎CANON EVENTS☀︎

You can customize a lot of things regarding your MC and your band. But there are a few things that are canon.

— MC is born and lives in France. Where exactly is up to you. The only place MC can’t have grow up in is Paris. (I headcanon them growing up in Perpignan or Montpellier)

— The names of MC parents can’t be choose. I tried to make them as common as possible so you can choose their origins. MC is French but their parents can be from wherever you want!

— MC's age can’t be choose.

— MC is friends with Max and Diesel since they are 6. They were in school together.

— MC’s first band is with Max and Diesel.

— During high school, MC met Roman and Isra. They joined MC’s band but Max didn’t like the kind of music their band was into so they formed their own band with other high school friends (Sleep Walking).

— The OG band (MC-Max-Diesel) exist until the fateful break up.

— MC’s band and Sleep Walking always were there for each other and gave mutual support. They also create songs and musics together, some are only instrumental and other are with vocal.

— MC speaks French and English. Feel free to add a third and even a fourth language.

— MC lives with Isra and Roman since they finished high school.

#the stars in your eyes if #interactive fiction #interactive story #choice of games #if #if: intro #dashingdon

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wolfiesmoon · 2 months

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Deal or no deal

Azul x gn!reader

finally writing for my baby boy azul, i can't believe it took this long since i am an azul girlie myself

a very funny silly definitely innocent business man methinks

"First, tell me what you desire. We can take it from there." Azul smiled slyly, interlocking his hands as he leaned on his elbows.

You were currently located in his private office, about to sign a contract with him. You had to think long and hard about coming to him, but you figured that if anyone can fulfill your wish, it would be Azul. You feel kind of guilty asking him for this in the first place.

You see, you've been in love with Azul for a good amount of time now, but are too afraid to make a move. You beat yourself up for being such a coward every day, and even moreso right now because you're about to ask him if he can make "someone you've had your eye on" fall in love with you. You're not sure what exactly he does to make it happen, but you hope it's doable without much instructions on your end. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Though you still feel like a bit of a villain for doing this at all.

Your guilt and nerves are probably showing in your body language, too. Which you suppose only makes Azul more interested in learning what you desire. You can practically feel the grins on the Leech twin's faces, too. It's like they genuinely like seeing you nervous and scared.

Why are they even here, anyways?

"I want... someone to fall in love with me. Someone who I've had my eye on for a while now." you fidget with your fingers, unable to look Azul in the eye when you say this.

"That's..." he tried his best to hold back from laughing but a snort escaped from his lips anyways. "Forgive the reaction, your wish was just... unexpected."

You suppose he thought your wish would be more sinister because of your body language. Or way more embarrasing. But still...

"Ehhhh, I didn't know Shrimpy was in love..." Floyd's eyes were slightly widened but his creepy grin was still as wide as ever. "It is quite surprising, indeed." Jade added on. By the suspicously calm way they're acting, you have no idea if the twins already know about your little crush and are just acting along or if they're actually surprised.

"Yeah, uhhh, I guess that's it?..." you had no idea what else to tell him. You just hope that this can be over as soon as possible since things are getting really awkward.

"I can certainly do something for you. Tell me, what is their name? They attend this school, I assume." Azul seemed delighted. Probably because that means he'll get free labour from you as a collateral. You don't have any magic to offer him, after all.

"T... their name? Is that required?" You froze up. There's no way you can say that. That would be the worst way for your feelings to get outed, ever. You suppose it makes sense, though. He can't do anything if he doesn't know who you're in love with.

"But of course it is. Don't worry, judgement has no place in business affairs." He smiled reassuringly at you. You felt your face heat up. No, no, nope. You can't do this. Not like this.

"You know what.... Never mind. I can't do it." You abruptly stood up from the cushy office chair, apologising curtly before practically bolting out of his office.

"Oh my god, that was so bad... oh my god..." you mumbled to yourself when you were out of Octavinelle. You just royally embarrased yourself in front of your crush.

Was it obvious?

"What was that about?" Floyd pouted at the direction of the door, which you left slightly ajar in your panic to escape the situation as soon as possible.

"Hmmm... how odd." Jade looked deep in thought about something.

"This is why I tell you to stop coming to my office when I'm trying to make a deal. You scared the poor thing off." Azul shook his head dissaprovingly.

"That wasn't our fault. Shrimpy was acting super weird the whole time anyways." Floyd defended himself and his brother.

"I suppose you're right..." Azul took a deep breath, seemingly... relieved? Not about the fact you ran away, but still relieved for some reason.

Jade made a realisation. "Oh. I see. I see."

He smiled knowingly at Azul, who raised a brow. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing. Don't worry."

Azul gets the feeling that Jade knows something, but doesn't want to tell him.

"If you say so."

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗#twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x you #twst x yuu #twst x mc #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x mc #azul x reader #azul x yuu #azul x mc #azul ashengrotto x yuu #azul ashengrotto x mc #azul ashengrotto x reader

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dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition · 2 years

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sixty-nine more questions for your ttrpg characters!

(i originally made one of these on a defunct sideblog; i thought it was about time i made a new one! send an oc’s name and a number, go wild!)

1. what drives them? what’s their ultimate goal?

2. what was your original concept for this character? how did playing them change that concept?

3. can they accept failure?

4. what one person, place, or thing do they love more than anything else?

5. is there something they want to be known for?

6. how have they changed in the last year? how about the last five years?

7. there’s a magic item (or technological innovation, or special resource) made just for them—what is it?

8. what songs remind you of them? if there are specific lyrics or movements, list ‘em!

9. when in their life were they most scared?

10. what inspired this character’s creation?

11. if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any?

12. how have they altered their body? piercings, tattoos, biohacks, or other modifications—anything. why (or why not) did they (or someone else) make those changes?

13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?

14. what keeps them up at night?

15. is there something that never fails to make them laugh?

16. do they value their appearance?

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

18. what dish brings back the best memories for them?

19. what sparks genuine, unadulterated rage in them?

20. what attracts them to someone—platonically and/or romantically, anything counts.

21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

22. how would they decorate their living space, if they had a chance?

23. in what moment did they consider themselves to be “grown up”?

24. are they close to any family members?

25. who is their best friend?

26. what type of person pisses them off?

27. how do they usually dress? why do they dress the way they do?

28. do they collect anything?

29. what feelings do they internalize?

30. how do they handle confrontation?

31. do they respond well to praise? how about criticism?

32. which of your decisions led to their voice being the way it is?

33. what artistic medium are they most drawn to?

34. what languages do they speak? how did they learn them?

35. when did they feel loneliest?

36. how do they fidget?

37. if they’ve had one, what was their first kiss like?

38. do they see themselves as an important part of their party?

39. are they insecure about their appearance? how about their personality? what aspects specifically worry them?

40. if you had to remake this character right now, how would you change them?’

41. how do you keep notes for this character, if at all?

42. can they dance?

43. how much do they know about the world they live in?

44. what lies do they tell others?

45. what lies do they tell themselves?

46. have they taught themselves any skills just for fun?

47. what could they talk about for hours on end?

48. do they relate to anyone in their group? conversely, which person do they relate to the least?

49. how often do they cut their hair, if at all?

50. do they have a go-to beverage, alcoholic or nonalcoholic?

51. what element of their backstory are you proudest of?

52. how would they dress themselves up for a formal event?

53. do they keep their plans close to their chest?

54. how important is money in their life? do they save up for ages, or spend quickly?

55. they’re seeing their greatest wish come true—what’s happening?

56. who would they trust with their life, unequivocally?

57. do they see value in the laws of where they live?

58. how often do they swear? do they mind when others swear?

59. what’s an element of their philosophy that you disagree with?

60. what do they have faith in? what keeps them believing?

61. is there an in-game moment of theirs you think about and just laugh?

62. do they believe in good and evil?

63. what’s a meme or tiktok or vine (or whatever) that you associate with them?

64. how would a party member describe them?

65. what would their go-to karaoke song be?

66. which fruit do they like most?

67. do they consider themselves to be special?

68. where’s their home?

69. what’s one secret they don’t want getting out?

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gildedlead · 4 months

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All of the Wayne kids’ favorite Leaguers: True and Real and Accurate

Dick: Wonder Woman! Bear with me. Please. I think Superman was his favorite BEFORE he met Clark. Once he learned how big of a dork he was, the magic was sort of lost, doubly so when Clark became his unofficial stepdad. Diana? She stayed cool. Not to mention that in his Robin days, she often humored whatever hare-brained impulses he’d get. Please picture Batman’s bewildered expression when he finds Dick dangling from the Watchtower light fixture he specifically designed to be impossible for him to reach. Diana just, -shrug- “He said please.” You threw him Diana. You threw that child. She’d probably still throw him if he asked nicely, hell, she’d probably do it even before he has to ask. It’s ‘Boy Wonder’, not ‘Boy Bat’.

Jason: Black Canary. ‘Wonder Woman is Jason’s fav’ believers PLEASE hear me out. I think that Diana is Jason’s favorite in a ‘celebrity crush’ way, but Dinah is Jason’s favorite in a ‘cool aunt’ way. He met her unofficially at the Watchtower, but actually started hanging out with her thanks to Roy. They both like motorcycles and kicking ass, plus Young Justice having Canary as a therapist melds well with my vision of her helping Jason heal. And I think she’s used to yelling at Bruce on Oliver’s behalf, so it’s no big to do it on Jason’s too.

Tim: The Flash! If Dinah is the cool aunt, Barry is the cool uncle. Guy that shows up at the function with all the best snacks. He might eat half of them himself but damn if he didn’t bring them. In all seriousness, Tim saw pretty great merit in knowing a forensics guy that he can basically talk to anytime he’s stumped with a case without having to go through the “sorry to wake you” song and dance. Barry occasionally gets unhinged texts that are in the vein of “hey can you go about ten minutes back in time and tell past me about _____”. They’re usually pretty low stakes but sometimes there’s just a “got stabbed, do-over?” jumpscare sprinkled in. Bruce will never ever get shit from Barry about kid troubles. That man is a saint in Flash’s eyes.

Cass: Captain Marvel. She didn’t like him at all during their first meeting. For a person that’s good at reading body language, I imagine that seeing genuinely childish behavior on a grown man would be giving some crazy mixed signals. Once she learns that his powers are magic in origin rather than being alien or meta, her mind opens up a little more to the possibility that his exterior appearance might not be indicative of his actual identity. Cass guesses his age by their next proper meeting and makes it her business to keep an eye on him, always asking Bruce about him after he returns from League missions. Your honor, that 7’5” brick wall Champion of Magic is actually just Cass’ little buddy. She’s gonna get him some ice cream or something.

Steph: Green Lantern. Hal and Barry are like uncles, except if Barry is the cool one, Hal is the cringe one. Lucky for Hal, being a boyfailure is a good way to amuse Steph. Those two are gonna spend hours arguing with Bruce just for the hell of it, backing each other up on completely incorrect claims (Steph does it because it’s funny, Hal does it because he believes her). He does get bonus points for bringing her cool space snacks whenever he comes back from trips off-world. One of her favorite foods is a sort of hi-chew/gum thing from some other planet in Sector 2418 that doesn’t dissolve or lose its flavor, even after chewing it for days on end.

Damian: Aquaman. He’s a king. Like, an actual king. And he can communicate with fish. Arthur heard about Damian’s temper from the rest of the Leaguers and straight up does not believe it because every time he’s spoken to Damian, it’s been “hello your majesty can you introduce me to an octopus I have a few questions for it”. This one’s short. But I feel it speaks for itself.

Duke: Superman. Clark was NOT told about Signal taking up the day shift in Gotham until he was flying in to compare notes (read: flirt), with Bruce and met Duke when they both went to intercept a carjacking. Clark tries to be responsible like “I feel obligated to let you know that Batman doesn’t take kindly to metas in his city”, only for Duke to point at the big ol bat on his chest. After that, Duke usually intercepts Big Blue’s flight path anytime he comes into Gotham and the two just kind of hang out and shoot the shit while he does his patrol. Duke is also a little bit stoked to be regularly hanging out with The Superman, but even after the awe wears off, he can’t help but still think of Clark as just a cool, friendly guy. He gets someone to share the airspace with, Clark gets a bat he can stay in the sun with, it’s a win/win all around. Congrats Clark, you got one.

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xjulixred45x · 2 months

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Can I please request the female douma in hasbin hotel I just saw the new trailer and thought about my favourite demon lazy demon .

Ohhhh, Hazbin Hotel! That pretty cool! Deal ;)

Thanks for the Request ❤️

Hazbin Hotel x Douma Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: neutral

Warnings: Douma itself is a Warnings (Cults, cannibalism), Hell, Alastor, mentions of alcohol, long work.

You died during the Taisho era, in Japan. having lived a fairly long and…full life, so to speak.

You were born with a unique appearance! with Rainbow irises that made you extremely popular in the area where you lived.

So much so that the people in your family believed that you had a special gift for speaking with the gods, so they formed a cult around you.

without knowing that in this way they would be awakening the darker side of your being.

As you grew up, being worshiped by the cult your parents had made, you couldn't really learn to differentiate emotions, which was frustrating. You wanted to feel SOMETHING, anything. have the experience.

and you tried everything.

do good things, do bad things, help the cult people with words you didn't really mean, scam, hurt, hurt animals, hurt yourself, hurt others in multiple ways, etc.

Even if they generated a certain feeling of emotion in you, you wouldn't say that they filled you up.

until you decided to try killing certain disciples and eating them to get rid of them.

and it was a success!You finally started to feel the emotions that others talked so much about!

Although of course, not all good things come for free, when you died there was no doubt that you would fall to hell, and so it was.

Honestly, You were very surprised to have fallen into hell, not because you didn't deserve it, but because you were an atheist all your life, believing that everything you preached was a lie.

And it turns out that it was true?? How curious.

but it didn't mean you wouldn't take advantage of your new playground.

With your natural charm, your unique and striking appearance (almost the same as you were when you were human) you were able to convince several low-ranking demons to trust you with their souls, rising in rank exponentially.

To make it easier for you, with your demon abilities you created a place similar to what your cult was like, there you could more easily control the people who gave you their souls.

In record time you became an Overlord. one quite well known but very mysterious. One that had a striking appearance and powers, but was rarely seen.

You could do anything you wanted in hell! which made the scope of your misdeeds increase exponentially, you couldn't be happier!

If we're talking about interacting with Hazbin Hotel's rl cast, of course you did! You were somewhat curious to know how Lucifer's daughter's attempt at humanitarian aid would fail. Also, bother Alastor? You are in!

Technically you already knew Alastor, you two died at similar times (you died before) and you saw how he rose very strongly among the Overlords, you liked him.

Unfortunately Alastor did not enjoy your company in the least, precisely because it made it very difficult for him to read you, either because of your lack of GENUINE emotion or because, like him, you used the trick of always having a smiling and pleasant facade.

Still, of course, he would rather be killed again than admit that.

But it was really a shame, he found some aspects of you pleasant.

For example, your taste in Canibal cuisine, Alasror recognized that you had good taste in that aspect.

Apart from that, you came from a VERY rich culture and spoke fluently in both English and Japanese, which was a great sight. Alastor normally wouldn't think that someone (at first glance) so airheaded would be able to speak a language like that so fluently.

but he is definitely something like your Akaza.

I mean, every time you push him out enough, Alastor will use Elrich magic on you and destroy you in the most grotesque ways possible.

That's until he realizes that you like it when he does that! That you make him hurt you on purpose because you're a masochistic son of a bitch!

The worst thing is that he doesn't realize this until Husk tells him...having already known you for years.

Speaking of, Husk doesn't trust you, not in the slightest.

he thinks you're a freak, a second Alastor but even worse, at least Alastor is honest about how horrible he is unlike you.

He serves you drinks when you ask, but if he can, he throws the glass directly in your eye or head, simply because he can. for your delight.

He is quicker to realize your intentions than the average person, and if he realizes that you want to turn one of the hotel members into your "dinner" he is drawing the cards SO FAST---

lots of offensive nicknames, to counteract the "affectionate" nicknames you give to people you know.

Don't touch it or ask it by surprise. Have you seen how cats do when they step on their tail? that's Husk when you surprise him.

Charlie...she's insecure about you.

and she feels BAD about it! She is supposed to be impartial and that everyone deserves a chance to change their ways! but you...well, it's you.

Charlie is not so naive, when more than one member of the Staff warns her that you are bad news, she is considerate of them and tries to make you leave, they have already had incidents with Overlords before, she wants to believe that you are different.

but it proves quite quickly that not when you show your more... somber side.

She tries to be cautious, failing miserably because she wants to know everything about you. You are someone very interesting!

Charlie definitely didn't have much of an idea who you were when she met you, your name did ring any bells, but she didn't think it was that important ---

until you casually blurted out the information that you had a fucking cult.

and that you eat demons.

FROM THE SAME FUCKING CULT YOU HAVE.

There Charlie decides to put into practice everything given in "setting boundaries" and tells you that although she likes how... you liven up the atmosphere of the hotel (and the air conditioning in some way) she DEFINITELY does not want to associate with you having Alastor.

if she KNOWS that you are trying to do something against the hotel or any of the staff members (especially Vaggie)...ohohoho buddy, prepare yourself for an ANGRY Charlie ready to show you WHO'S THE BOSS HERE.

(She definitely tries to get several members of your cult to go to the hotel with her to protect them from you).

You get on Vaggie's nerves. A Lot.

not only because you cool everything you touch, but because you are very similar to Alastor.

She knows you're hiding something, that you want something from them but she can't get it out of you easily, so she's content to just watch you from a distance and make sure you don't mess with anyone.

VERY PROTECTIVE WITH EVERYONE WHEN YOU ARE THERE, it increases the hotel's defenses by 130% and keeps you away from where others are.

You definitely like to annoy her by calling her names that are too friendly for your type of relationship or even using her as an armrest. In these types of cases you usually receive a few good punches in the ribs or a headbutt.

If you try to get too close, she applies the pilot's weapon to you, that is, she takes out her angelic spear and threatens you with a lot of violence. cursing you in Spanish in the process.

She's not as intimidated by you as she is by Alastor, but she definitely doesn't think you're safer for any reason.

less after finding out what you do with the people in your cult.

good luck keeping Vaggie from killing you!

Angel Dust is scared of you, like, really scared.

It's not because you're similar to Alastor, or because you're a Cannibal, or because you're a powerful Overlord. not at all.

It's because you are very similar to Valentino.

You pretend to be a good person, that you give a shit about what happens to the people at the hotel, but really no, it's all fake. REALLY fake.

you feel nothing.

and that terrifies him. He doesn't know how he acts around you. so Angel avoids you as much as he can, going near the fireplace since you don't like the heat, or near Husk.

he keeps making jokes at your expense, but it's really his way of handling the situation.

apart from the fact that Angel genuinely thinks you're pathetic, because you couldn't find any other way to enjoy your life and another life other than hurting people.

that's pathetic.

Yes, she won't let you be near the most vulnerable residents, like Niffty (when she's drunk) and she definitely won't let you be near Fatt Nuggets.

Try him and he will show you what he lived by while he was alive.

Niffty isn't scared of you in the slighleast.

In fact she is attracted to you on many levels, but Alastor will NEVER LET you be even a kilometer close to her in his presence.

In fact, there is a high possibility that you and her will secretly become friends, but Niffty better take care of herself around you.

She makes you use your ice powers so she can make things in the snow, snow angels, dolls, kill bugs with snow picks, etc.

she likes you and you like her :) surprisingly.

Sir Pentious is quite similar to Angel with you.

Sir Pentious is very aware of your reputation as a fearsome Overlord and definitely does not want to join the list of victims with his Eggboys, so he stays as far away from you as possible.

He has tried to make inventions resistant to your frozen currents, since it costs Charlie quite a few resources (because you don't pay a shit for what you break, you cheapskate) and certain artifacts that counteract your ice powers.

He brings several of his smoke machines to the hotel when he knows you're coming to visit (and if you come as a surprise, most likely everyone will hide in Pentious's warship because it's very hot in there.

Yes, he doesn't let his Ehgboys be near you in the slightest, he tells them horror stories with you like the big egg-eating monster.

and if you try something with his Minions PREPARE FOR THE DEATH RAY--

In general, you are a pain in the ass for everyone, everyone, always :)

^when they find out You come to visit

Thanks for the Request ❤️

#headcanons #fem reader #neutral reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin vaggie #kny douma #hazbin hotel sir pentious

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golfishwiththebigeyes · 3 months

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long disjointed farcille thoughts

I’m so farcille-pilled and I have thoughts, mainly one thought and that is that the events of dungeon meshi have made Marcille a much more fitting partner for Falin. As much as I adore them pre-canon, I think they would not have been good together as they were before. We see in the early story Marcille is, for lack of a better term, kind of a control freak. That’s just her nature, and it makes a lot of sense given her backstory, she’s had to grapple with something out of her control from a very young age-her loved ones dying- so of course she’d be very protective over what she does have control over. This would be fine on it’s own, but Falin, especially before the events of the story, is sooo non confrontational, she’s so gentle and tries not to rock the boat, which also makes a lot of sense given her backstory! But as we see even in bonus materials, Marcille has a pretty solid trap of what she likes and what she wants, and she doesn’t usually take well to that being challenged. Falin is the opposite in every facet. While this makes them great friends, I feel like it just wouldn’t lend itself well to a romantic relationship, especially when you also factor in the fact that romance is another thing Marcille is very set in her ways about. And then Falin gets eaten.

And boom, suddenly Marcille cannot be in her comfort zone anymore, she has to eat gross things, branch out in her magic and teaching to try her best to fill Falin’s place, and, most damning of all, ultimately give up a power that would let her enforce what she thinks is best with no issue. Marcille’s arc, or one of her big ones, is about coming to terms with things being out of her control and learning to just appreciate being alive, worrying more about making the most of what’s left instead of desperately chasing what could be.

And while the crux of this post was why the events of the story make Marcille a much better partner for Falin than she would have been otherwise, Falin’s character and development (which, by the way, Ryoko Kui you genius how could you so brilliantly give an entire arc to a character who is comparatively not very present in the story, augh Falin’s haunting of the narrative is so good and Falin herself is written so beautifully) by the end of the story are very good for the possible future Farcille. As more and more information has come out, like Falin’s post-canon talk with Toshiro, we see that Falin’s second resurrection has given her a new kind of confidence and security about herself and her place in the world. In everything from her eyes being open to the clothes that she chooses to her body language, in all the post-canon material we can see so clearly that she is so much happier and genuine with herself, mask off, and that in and of itself is so wonderful. And that, by extension, allows her to be a much more open partner and in a much better space to be in a long term relationship.

The events of the story, a story which stresses the validity of desire and potential, have allowed these two women who adore each other to fulfill their true potential both apart and together, and that’s wonderful to me.

#delicious in dungeon #farcille #dungeon meshi

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danyvhell-writes · 11 months

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General Ais headcanons (Touchstarved)

GN reader | The obsession with this game is real guys :') I can't get away

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• Cat boyfriend like, bro will fall asleep on you (your chest, lap...) but if you dare to move just a little tiny bit the magic is over ! He will wake up instantly and go somewhere else to take a nap :')

• He's not gonna tell you but he likes when you touch his hair. Caress him, touch his horns, ruffle his hair even ! He's down for it and the moment you discover his little secret he'll give you endless opportunities to do so

• ↑ Scratch his head, please. Weak spot is right at the junction of his back horns, tug softly on his hair and the boy will melt.

• Ais is a man of few words but he really enjoys talking with you. Most of the time he'll annoy you just as an excuse to interact with you so you can start talking with him (and 99% of the time it works). He finds your little conversations entertaining and relaxing somehow.

• Btw, this guy will listen to you rambling. Talk about your latest obsession, stuff you like, things that seem unimportant : he will listen. He's curious to know more and especially if it's related to your fascinating person. Sometimes he'll just sit next to you and lean in your space just to have a better hearing of what you're saying. It might feel like you're monopolising the conversation but no no, he'll respond with snarky comments, laugh if you say something funny or ask you to keep going with your story. And also, he really likes your voice so...

• You remember when he said "I got eyes in the back of my head." ? (something like that) Well yeah ! His eyes are on you, always. His gaze will follow you wherever you are, with or without him. I'm sure this man uses the Groupmind to spy on MC ! Like bro come on, stop crushing this hard.

• If you have pets, they're not yours anymore. He WILL adopt them. Could be any animal or magic creature really, he will offer them absolute love in just two seconds. "Oh, this is my cat ! Her name's Nori, you can pet her if you want, she's super friendly." *pets her* "Oh yes you are !" *lifts her up so he can take her in his arms like a baby* "Look at you, you're gorgeous. Such pretty eyes, cute little face, kitty kitty~ !"

• He loves seeing you close to his soulless but he's also a tiny bit jealous to see that you sometimes prefer Princess' company rather than his. He'd be like "Uh hello I can do tricks too if that's what you like ??"

• He likes tea. That's it. That's the headcanon. No more seriously... I feel like he could be a tea amateur and genuinely enjoys a good cup of tea. If you don't know alot about it, he'll teach you the different types, how to infuse them correctly, what dishes you can pair them up with ! Want to learn how to make a real exquisite matcha tea ? He'll show you with much pride !

• ↑ Chit chat with him around some tea he made and he's yours. Bonus point if you ask for more. Extra bonus point if you're able to guess which tea it is.

• Has a special cup he keeps just for you when you visit him. He remembers your favourite drink and makes sure to always have a bottle/the ingredients when you come.

• If Ais is an oni, he might be japanese, so, this man speaks japanese. Most people think that because of his appearance he'd be super rude but oh no no no, the boy is polite. People assume he'd use 'ore' but nah ah, full 'watashi' user over here. You know that thing when your voice and demeanor changes a little when you switch languages ? That's him. His voice tends to go softer when he speaks japanese, he doesn't even realize.

• We know he likes learning about new languages, teach him some stuff. Of course he'll remember the curse words & insults quickly but pet names and romantic nouns are his favourites. If you're polyglot, show off a little, he likes it. Talk in your native tongue, even if he doesn't get anything at first, he will crush even harder. "Eh t'savais que les girafes avaient le même nombre de vertèbres que nous ? C'est juste qu'elles sont plus longues. C'est ouf ça !" "You make French sound so attractive and I'm sure you're not even saying anything particularly sexy..." "Yep !" "God, I want them so bad." he thinks

• After some time, you'd both start to naturally use words or phrases you've taught each other/you've heard from each other. He'd flex on you just to show how much of a fast learner he is, he wants to see you proud of him.

• Cracks his joints. A lot. Also stretches a lot.

• That guy who asks you to pull on his arms or whatever to help him stretch as hard as possible. "More." "What do you mean more ? I'm gonna break your bones !" "I said more, I"m not fragile you know." until you hear a big 'pop' and he sighs with contentment.

• If you burp in front of him, he'll make it a competition. "You think this is a big one ? Oh sparrow... you're a little player." And then proceeds to traumatize you for the next decade. "Do you have the fucking devil in you ???" "Nope, just my friend Ocudeus. He's gross, I know >:)"

• Traces small patterns along your skin when he's bored. He's really gentle when it comes to touching you.

• That type of guy who's obsessed with your hair, especially if it has a different texture than his. You could be doing anything and this bastard (affectionate) will twirl your hair, put clips in it, try hairstyles if you let him. He'll let you do the same to him if you want ! Go on, have fun with your new doll lmao

• Give him the silliest clothes and accessories, he will wear them. The bimboest crop top ? Yeah cool. Bat hair clips ? Cute.

• Would joke about eating you to scare you but strangely you're always the one ending up biting him ! (not that he minds)

• 100% asks you if you want to fight. Like not in a threatening way but to test you out, he wants to see if you can handle a little sparring.

• If you're someone who enjoys working out, he proposes to train with you. It sometimes follows to some sparring which might end up with you guys kissing... weird uh

• Has a particularly good memory. He remembers things that even yourself forgot, like really he’s your second brain (and often you’re glad). Everytime you’re asking him “How do you even remember that tf ??” and he’s just “Don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️“

• You're the type of person who calls any guy 'bro' ? No prob, he finds it funny. He's not offended in the slightest and even actually likes it, he knows it's a language tic. Would definitely send you this type of dumb shit ouezghfoez 😭

• He can be a little chaotic sometimes but you like it. After all he’s a demon, he likes joking and pranking so even better if you join him in his mischievous activities hehe. You guys would do the silliest stuff and try not to burst out laughing. Evil ones, evil.

• Does that cute thing where he leans in close to you when you’re watching something and follows your gaze. He’s just a curious lil guy !

#touchstarved game #ais #touchstarved #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #gn reader #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved demo #red spring studios #i wrote more than what i planned but hey it's fun #i'm obsessed #like fr it's not a joke i'm so gay for him #please request some hcs i'm dying guys !!!#there's so much in my little head for the love interests my brain's gonna implode #my hcs

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Yes to sinning in the penalty box! 🙏🏻🌶️

Alright, so this one was a bit tricky, I must admit, as I didn't know how I wanted the exact order - However, in the end, I believe it came together quite nicely 😉

This particular piece was naturally accompanied by a couple of other fantastic requests: [The Penalty Box] [This sweet ass] and [Don’t you like when I do this?] and I genuinely hope I was able to bring your visions to life 🌺⚡️

And, no, I didn't anticipate it being quite this lengthy… but, you know, sometimes I just give up on myself 🙈

Nevertheless, I hope you find enjoyment in it! 🤍

Warnings; smut 18+; oral sex (f receiving), mention of oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation (twice), use of magic Wand, use of anal plug, is it cumshot when it's on yourself? penetrative sex (p in v) in semi-public spacing;

Word count; 8K

"Min vackra prinsessa..." = my beautiful princess

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

The most challenging aspect of being in a relationship with an NHL player was undoubtedly the lengthy road trips. While you appreciated the occasional peace and the less chaotic routines of attending games and spending time with your boyfriend, William Nylander, whenever possible, being apart for seven days felt like an eternity.

Yet at times, you couldn't help but feel a bit silly for feeling this way, especially when you heard about your colleagues’ partners being away for two weeks at a time every now and then. However, your situation felt distinct to you.

Not only was William away on the road for a week, but even when he was home in Toronto, his schedule was anything but typical, unlike many of your colleagues' partners who had a straightforward 9-5, Monday to Friday routine. Instead, William had early morning skating sessions, workouts squeezed in between ice time and meals, physiotherapy sessions to maintain his peak physical condition, and then the essential recovery time like ice baths or simply resting at home.

To put it bluntly, being the girlfriend of a professional hockey player was far from straightforward.

You constantly had to adjust to his schedule, carving out time between your own work commitments and meeting him to spend time with your friends. And when things didn't align, it felt like your worlds collided. Not that you ever made a fuss about it, because you knew you would always find a way to make it work. Nevertheless, every now and then, you needed to have an honest conversation about the reality of the situation.

And fortunately, you had a supportive group of girlfriends to share your feelings with: The WAG’s of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

The Swedish ladies had become some of your closest friends, as William spent a significant amount of time with his Swedish teammates. Which you didn't mind at all; it was enjoyable to see him bonding with his fellow countrymen. And despite the language barrier, they were all very welcoming and made an effort to include you in their conversations.

You even attempted to learn some Swedish to grasp what they were saying in their native language, but you weren't quite confident enough to reveal it yet. Only a select few of the girls who had been assisting you were aware, but you kept it from William, at least for the time being.

For now, you helped him pack his suitcase early on Monday morning before he departed for a week.

"Oh, pack the lilac suit, that's one of my favourites!" you suggested with a smile as the two of you rummaged through the wardrobe. "And the turquoise one, it really suits you."

"I thought all my suits looked good on me," William chuckled, laying out the suits on the bed that you had selected for him to bring along.

"Babe, they absolutely do," you smiled, gently caressing his back as you leaned against his warm body. "But I don’t need to tell you that, otherwise your already sky-high confidence would skyrocket even further," you playfully teased.

Helping William pack was always enjoyable for you. Not only because you knew all the tricks, but also because you loved seeing him in your favourite outfits. And as you stood together in your shared bedroom, admiring the choices he'd agreed to, you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly stylish he’d look in each one. His confidence and charm only enhanced his appeal, and you found yourself falling for him all over again with each passing moment.

"You know," William said, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "I don't know what I would do without you. You make everything so much easier, even when I'm on the road."

You smiled, feeling a surge of warmth in your chest at his words. "And I don't know what I would do without you," you replied softly, reaching up to tenderly cup his cheek.

William leaned into your touch, his eyes reflecting the depth of his affection for you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling your heart swell with emotion.

And almost in perfect sync, you both leaned in slowly, closing the gap between you.

As your lips met in a tender kiss, a rush of warmth flooded through you, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and passion. Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, savouring the sweetness of the moment.

Gently, William let his tongue press against your lips, and you eagerly welcomed him in, allowing his tongue to intertwine with yours. The kiss gradually grew more intense, your fingers almost digging into the back of his neck as you pulled him closer.

Likewise, his hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly as his mouth explored yours, conveying the depth of his emotions with fervent passion.

Then breaking the kiss, you both gasped for air. You knew William had to leave soon, but you couldn't bear to let him go, not just yet. You wanted to feel his body against you, to create a lasting memory to cherish until his return.

"Willy," you breathed out softly, signalling your desire for him, and he seemed to understand.

"Me too, baby," he murmured, pressing his body against yours, unwilling to part just yet.

And in a swift movement, he grasped you by the bottom, lifting you effortlessly and laying you down on the bed. Hovering over you, he let his lips find yours once again, and soon you were entangled in a passionate embrace, sharing every ounce of desire before the inevitable separation.

Your fingers instinctively threaded through his blonde locks, holding onto him as if unwilling to let him go. While your hips moved against his, craving his touch, his presence. But William had other intentions.

Seeking to ensure that his actions would leave an indelible mark, reminding you that there was no one else but him, William broke his lips away from yours and trailed them slowly down your jawline, settling on your neck.

His mouth possessed a magical quality, an enchantment that easily captivated you. And you willingly surrendered to it each time.

As his lips sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin, leaving marks in their wake, his large hands slid beneath your shirt, seeking the warmth of your bare skin. Lifting your shirt just above your breasts, he exposed your chest and hardened nipples, his mouth latching onto one and sucking lightly before shifting his attention to the other.

You couldn't suppress a soft moan as you parted your lips, sinking deeper into his spell. Releasing his hair, you reached for the pillow behind your head, closing your eyes gently and spreading your legs a little wider as William slowly trailed his mouth southward.

With a delicate touch, he slipped a couple of fingers beneath the hem of your shorts, gradually pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him. Then he knelt back, taking a moment to admire the sight before him.

"Min vackra prinsessa..." William softly breathed out, before leaning in to indulge in his first feast of the day. Gently, he peppered kisses along your inner thighs, occasionally biting down to leave colourful marks. Then, pulling away from your surrendered form, he firmly grasped your thighs and took you by surprise, flipping you over.

"Willy!" you gasped, opening your eyes as he positioned you on all fours, your buttocks fully on display for him.

"Don't worry, baby, you'll get what you want," he grinned seductively from behind you, leaving you intrigued, since he’d never eaten you out like this before.

Once again, you gripped the pillow tightly as you positioned yourself on your knees and elbows, patiently awaiting William's next move, while his palms tenderly caressed your cheeks as you rested your head against the pillow.

"Fuck, I'll never get over this sweet ass," he muttered to himself, grabbing hold of your cheeks, and spreading them slightly wider before allowing a trail of saliva to drip between them. A small shiver ran through your body as the liquid passed over your most intimate area, your anticipation causing your cunt to drip, your body pulsating with the need for further stimulation.

Fortunately, you didn't have to wait much longer. "Oh yes," you moaned as William's mouth made contact with your heat, his skilled tongue eagerly licking up your folds.

With a firm grip on your behind, he held you in place as you squirmed under his touch, whimpering with pleasure at every movement. "Fuck, Willy... it feels so good," you breathed out as he delved deeper, his mouth exploring your heat with expert precision, relishing the taste of your core as he teased your entrance with his tongue.

It was captivating. You closed your eyes once more as the sensation of orgasm slowly began to build within you, your mind spinning with each lick, suck, and talented action that William unleashed upon you. You felt his nose buried deep between your cheeks, his beard brushing against your sensitive skin as he hummed against your core.

William loved the taste of your pussy; it was his favourite meal at any given moment. And the moans he elicited from you were like sweet melodies to him, knowing that he was the one responsible for bringing you such intense pleasure.

And as your legs began to tremble under his touch, he sensed you were nearing climax.

Giving you a moment to catch your breath, he pulled back slightly, a string of your juices connecting his lips to your cunt. "Yeah? Do you like it when I eat your pussy?" he asked, his voice laced with desire.

"Mmm..." you nodded into the pillow, opening your eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of him behind you. "Willy, I need more," you moaned softly, your voice barely audibles above a whisper.

"I know, baby, I'm gonna take care of you," he assured you.

And with a confident smirk, William resumed his earlier actions, increasing the intensity as he sought to bring you to the long-awaited climax. His mouth remained firmly attached to your juicy folds as he slipped an arm between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and circling it skilfully.

"Oh fuck..." you gasped, your fingers clutching the pillow sheets tightly. "Willy..."

Your breath escaped you uncontrollably, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer with William's skilled ministrations. Lost in a blissful haze, you moaned loudly as the orgasm swept through your mind, body, and soul. And your legs shook as you reached the peak, your toes curling and your mouth falling open as the euphoric waves crashed over you.

Slowly descending from your high, you carefully opened your eyes, releasing your grip on the pillow before collapsing onto your stomach. Looking behind you, you met William's grin, the evidence of his efforts glistening in his beard.

"How the fuck are you so good at this?" you chuckled lightly, meeting William as he crawled up to hover over your body, laughter bubbling between you before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

"I just want to please you, baby," he chuckled darkly.

"And remind me that only you can do this, making sure I'll miss it while you're away," you added with a raised eyebrow, earning another laugh from the man above you.

"Yeah, maybe that too," he playfully agreed.

For a moment, you simply relished the closeness, savouring every second before you both rose and walked to the bathroom to shower. And there, you naturally took the opportunity to remind William that nobody gave blowjobs like you did; a skill you had mastered to perfection. You took him in fully, working his length with every inch of space you had to offer. And when he released his cum into your mouth, you happily swallowed every single drop, relishing the taste of his salty stickiness.

Initially, the idea of giving each other a proper orgasm before parting seemed like a good one, but it ended up making you both miss each other more than expected.

Already later in the evening, after the match against the St. Louis Blues, you had your first video call, satisfying the need to see and hear each other. You shared about your day, working from home to finish up a presentation, in between dog walks and cooking, before watching the match. Which fortunately had been a good one, with the Leafs securing their fourth straight win, they defeated the Blues 4-2.

During the call, William lounged on the bed in his hotel room, his face beaming with happiness as he talked about his goal and performance, while you listened eagerly.

And you had to remind yourself to be grateful for living in a time with smartphones and FaceTime, as William's cheerful face on the screen brightened your evening after a taxing day working on your presentation. And naturally, his smile widened even further when Pablo and Banksy briefly joined in during the video chat.

It was a tender and romantic moment, characterised by the simple longing of two people for each other. Or, as romantic as it could be when every other sentence was a dirty reference to how much you both desired each other. Yet, you kept the conversation sober.

Similarly, the call on the following night was brief. After a long day of travel and several hours of training, William was understandably drained of energy in the evening.

It wasn't until the next evening that things started to heat up, as the Maple Leafs faced off against the Coyotes. Not only did the Leafs emerge victorious, but Auston also made an attempt to score his 50th goal in his childhood state. It was a truly magnificent moment, watching the match alongside the Swedish girlfriends and wives, sharing cheers and joys as the game concluded with a resounding 6-3 victory for the Leafs.

However, despite the amazing result of the game, it wasn’t entirely flawless.

William received two penalties during the match, and there was a fair amount of fighting among the players, including your usually composed boyfriend.

And as you watched your boyfriend assert his dominance on the ice, using his strength to push other players, you couldn't help but hold your breath. Among the other ladies, you discreetly clenched your thighs together, cursing under your breath as arousal stirred within you.

Watching William fight was undeniably hot.

While William sat in the penalty box, serving his time for his crime, your mind wandered to the ways you could "punish" him for being a bad boy.

The idea of having sex in the penalty box briefly crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed it as the match continued.

Yet as soon as you returned home, you found yourself in a video call with William, both of you in bed. You praised him for scoring two goals, including one on a breakaway coming out of the penalty box. However, discussing the penalty reminded you of something else.

You recalled a time after a loss in Toronto when you had teased William about finishing late, joining him in the locker room post-game. You’d playfully joked about how he needed punishment for getting a penalty, which led to some rather intimate moments in the semi-public space.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory, but what made you blush even more was the recollection of Auston walking in on you, with William half in his gear and you straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you, both of you reaching climax.

Just thinking about those actions turned you on, but what got you even more excited was seeing William on the call wearing nothing but his boxers.

"You know, babe," you chuckled lightly. "You were a naughty boy today."

William simply flashed you a grin in response. "What can I say, sometimes I just need to let it out."

"And you definitely did – enough to earn you two penalties," you playfully reminded him.

"It was uncalled for," William tried to defend, though you both knew the truth.

"Oh, Willy, you deserved it, and you know it! Besides, seeing you in the penalty box was actually a bit of a turn on..."

"Yeah, you liked what you saw?" he spoke mischievously.

"Oh, you have no idea… watching you get angry like that was so hot!"

"You just liked to see me get punished, didn’t you?" he chuckled darkly.

And you had to admit, you did. "Maybe… at least how I recall it, we agreed that you should get punished for every time you got a penalty," you grinned with a sensual tone.

"I don’t remember agreeing on that, babe," William let out a deep breath, as he pondered how to express his true thoughts. "But… if you were to punish me right now, what would you do?"

Slightly taken aback by William’s naughty question, you offered him a cheeky smirk. Then, biting down on your lower lip, you considered your response.

"Well…" you softly began. "First, I’d tell you that I’m on our bed… in nothing but your t-shirt…"

"No panties?" he inquired curiously, prompting you to shake your head.

It wasn’t entirely a coincidence. Knowing you’d likely be incredibly turned on after talking to William, you had come prepared to indulge in some solo stimulation. However, now you were more than happy to let William join in the fun.

"Nope..."

"No bra?"

Again, you shook your head. "Just almost naked… just for me to enjoy."

William could feel himself growing firmer just by the mere thought of you naked, his hand gently cupping his crotch over his boxers.

"And then?" He inquired with a low tone of voice, encouraging you to continue.

"And then, I’d let you know that I’m gently touching my thighs… tracing over the marks you’ve left, making sure to remind me that I’m taken," you told him, maintaining a seductive tone as you caressed your skin softly. "And slowly, I’m moving my fingers closer to my pussy - my needy pussy that misses you so much…"

"Oh, I miss your pussy as well, baby," William let out a deep grunt, stroking his hardening member through the fabric as he envisioned touching your figure, recalling the warmth and the sweet taste of your honey.

You knew this wasn’t an actual punishment for William, yet you understood it held a small level of torture, knowing he was aroused, yet unable to touch you.

Meanwhile, you guided your fingers closer to your core, dreaming about William’s touch and how good he made you feel. Already more than wet and turned on after watching the match, you gently repositioned to recline entirely on your back, offering yourself better access with widespread legs, holding your phone above your head.

"She's so needy, Willy," you flashed him another smirk. "So wet and ready… she wishes you were here to take care of her…"

"Mmm, baby, I'd wish I was there too," William smoothly lowered his boxers, freeing his cock before giving it a few strokes. "Tell me what you're thinking about, baby. What's on your mind while you touch yourself?" His tone was low and husky, reminiscent of when he whispered sweet nothings to you.

"Mmm," you slowly began, recalling his actions from earlier, letting your fingers slide up and down your moist folds. "I'm thinking about you… on the ice… when you got into that fight," you hummed seductively, glancing at your screen to gauge his reaction. Admitting your desire made you feel a little embarrassed, but you knew there was no need to feel that way with William.

"Oh, you liked me being rough?" He inquired with a grin, his firm grip on his cock guiding his skin back and forth.

"Mmm… I'd want you to be rough with me… take me to the penalty box and punish me…" you admitted seductively as you circled your clit.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're such a bad girl… you need me to show you who's in charge…" William softly moaned along.

"Mmm… I'd want you to fuck me so hard and good that I'll forget my own name…"

It was almost too hot for both of you to continue speaking, your moans interrupting as you both stimulated yourselves.

"Yes, baby, I'd take you so good… fucking that tight little pussy of yours as you scream my name…"

You slowly increased the intensity of your fingers, feeling your orgasm slowly taking form and causing a pleasurable rush in your body. And William too increased the speed of his strokes, feeling the growing need to push himself closer to his release.

"Are you getting close, baby?" he asked huskily, earning a small nod from you. "Then make yourself come for me…"

His command turned you on even more, causing you to increase the speed of your fingers again, pushing yourself closer to the peak of an orgasm. "Yes… Willy, yes…" you breathed out, your heels digging into the mattress beneath you.

"That’s it, baby… show me you’re a good girl and come for me…"

And with those words, you arched your back and surrendered to the rush of pleasure, losing yourself in the climax.

"Oh, fuck, baby, that was so hot…" William breathed out, increasing his own speed as he too felt his climax approaching. "Show me how good you feel…"

Still trying to catch your breath, you repositioned, moving the camera to put your dripping cunt on full display for him. Then, gently pulling your moist lips apart, you showed him the juices caused by your actions. "You like it when I do this?"

"Mmm, yes, that’s my pretty girl… now I want you to stick your fingers inside, baby," he commanded again, and you obliged with a satisfied smile. Easing your two fingers into your heat, you felt your muscles wrap around them, stimulating your walls as you pulled them in and out.

"Oh, Willy…" you let out a soft moan. "I wish it was your cock filling me up."

"Me too, baby… me too," William let out a deep grunt. "Fuck, I wish I could feel your tight cunt around my cock… it's so needy for you," he continued, his climax approaching as he stroked his length rapidly. "Mmm… I’m so close, baby… Shit, I wish I could come inside you…"

Still with your fingers pumping between your legs, you felt the need to hear him reach his peak. "Are you gonna come for me, Willy?"

“Yes, baby… I’m gonna-“ and with a deep grunt, William let his climax take over, shooting his cum onto his lower stomach as he reached his peak. And as a small final reward, you pulled out your fingers and guided them to your mouth, looking seductively into the camera as you licked them clean.

"Fuck…" William spoke deeply, trying to catch his breath as he watched you. "I miss the taste of you…"

“I miss having your mouth on my cunt as well, baby,” you chuckled lightly, flashing him a satisfied smirk.

There was a short moment where you both just enjoyed the distant intimacy, though you also felt a deep longing for each other’s real touch. But then William broke the comfortable silence.

“I’m just gonna clean up quickly, baby… I’ll be right back.” And in just a few minutes, William returned with a grin plastered on his handsome face. “So, the penalty box huh?” he inquired with a chuckle. “A new fantasy of yours?”

Feeling your cheeks flush, you couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed about your confession. “Maybe…” you admitted softly. “I don’t know why… it was just from seeing the match tonight – it was so hot…”

“You don’t need to explain, baby,” William chuckled once more. “I just like it when you share your fantasies.”

“I know it might not be possible… but yeah, that’s probably something new that could be fun to try,” you admitted with a sweet smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

But William simply chuckled. “Never say never, älskling.”

And those words lingered in your mind all evening after you’d ended the call. You even had to take out your Magic Wand and stimulate yourself to another orgasm as you imagined the scenario in the penalty box. Letting out a loud moan as you reached your peak, you couldn’t help but smile a little as you saw the results. Snapping a quick photo, you sent it to William, showing him the wet patch of your juices soaking the sheets from the little evening session.

As day four of the road trip rolled around, you did your best to keep your mind occupied throughout the day, ensuring you wouldn’t be thinking about William every second. And luckily, the presentation at work seemed to do just the trick.

Though it was a busy day filled with meetings and presentations, it also seemed to fly by quickly. You enjoyed a lovely lunch with some of your co-workers, and before long, the day was over, and you were swiftly back at the condo, walking the dogs and settling in for the evening’s match in Vegas.

And what an incredible game it was. Goal after goal, the Leafs dominated the match, ultimately concluding with a score of 7-3 on the Golden Knights’ home turf.

Yet, what really had your mind spinning that night were the photos of William walking from the bus in his lilac suit. A suit you absolutely adored on him, paired with his loose white shirt, stylish trainers, and his effortlessly casual expression. You were almost envious of the water bottle in his hand, knowing the talents he held with those hands.

To your joy, the boys had the chance to stay the night in Vegas before their travel day to Colorado the next day. Though they all spent some ‘guy time’ to celebrate the win and the six-game winning streak after the match, William later made an effort to sneak off to call you. The very explicit photo you’d sent with the little diamond butt plug settled in your ass had him feeling a primal need for release. Besides, Calle had to have a phone call with the family anyway.

So, standing in the hotel room bathroom, one hand supporting himself on the counter, William stroked his length with firm motions.

"That's it, baby, let me see your wet pussy..." he grunted deeply, sensing the climax building inside as you adjusted the camera to give him the best view of your core.

"Oh, Willy, yes..." you moaned loudly, pressing the vibrator against your clit, sending intense vibrations through your body, making you squirm as your orgasm approached.

It had been 7 minutes of pure pleasure, with drenched sheets and moans echoing through the phones. Your vision blurred as the butt plug stimulated you, combined with the intense sensations from the vibrator.

"Yes, baby, I want you to come... Mmm... I'm going to as well..." William let out a deep grunt, and as his request became your command, you let out a deep moan as you reached the peak, letting your juices squirt all over the mattress beneath you.

Meanwhile, William jerked himself to release his load, the force causing it to land on his torso, sticking in his lower chest hair.

It felt so dirty and thrilling at the same time. The way you and William could share such intimate moments amidst heartfelt conversations was truly remarkable. It embodied the perfect balance of what a healthy relationship should entail.

And after the intense mutual masturbation session, you found yourselves back to conversing.

"So, was it the penalty box thing again that had to be turned on?" William chuckled lightly as you’d both cleaned up after your post-orgasmic explorations.

"Actually... it was the suit today," you admitted with a sweet smile, snuggling up on his side of the bed. Partly because your side was still damp from your juices, but also so you could fully immerse yourself in his masculine scent that you had missed so much.

"Oh, I think I need to wear that suit more often then," he grinned, satisfaction evident in his smirk.

"Nah, don’t do that, Willy," you playfully objected. "I like that you don’t wear it too often – makes it special," you smiled. "Besides, I don’t know if my bum can handle so much of this."

"Oh, I think we both know your ass can handle a lot more than that, baby," William cocked an eyebrow.

"Hmm... you’re right, maybe I just need your assistance then," you offered a seductive wink, prompting William to let out a deep disappointed sigh.

"Shit, don’t talk about your ass like that... I’m getting hard here, and Calle could be back any moment..."

"Well, in that case, I’ll just hang up and go back to pleasuring myself while you enjoy your night with the lads," you playfully teased.

"Oh, you’re in for it when I get back," William grinned darkly.

"Can’t wait."

And after a few more minutes, you both agreed to end the call.

Friday turned out to be another day that passed by quicker than expected. With the team's schedule filled with travel and training, you opted for a relaxed evening out with some colleagues. Over dinner and a few drinks, you shared genuine laughter, joked about everything and nothing, while catching up on all the gossip.

One of your colleagues, a few years your senior, was planning for baby number two, while another girl around your age was deep into planning her wedding, having been engaged for just over a year now and aiming for a summer ceremony. The third colleague, several years older and divorced, was embracing her single life phase.

The three of them had become your trusted confidantes for anything when you needed to escape from the hockey world, besides Emily, and they were more than happy to provide entertainment. However, occasionally they could be a bit nosy about your relationship, which you didn't mind. They were the only ones you'd share details about you and William with, knowing you could trust them completely.

"Oh, come on, y/n... this is girls' night, we need the gossip!"

"Yeah, spill the beans, how is he in bed?"

You had to bite your tongue to avoid spilling all the details, knowing you could easily share every little thought proudly. Yet, you kept it classy.

"Well, let’s just say that his performance on the ice... matches his skills in bed," you playfully remarked, eliciting screams and giggles from your friends.

It was refreshing to spend time away from the arena, although as much as you enjoyed sharing intimate moments with your boyfriend through video calls, it also meant being cautious in public.

It was no secret that William could be a bit possessive and jealous when other men showed interest in you, so when a small group of guys suddenly tried to flirt with all of you, you did your best to politely decline their advances.

And fortunately, the situation didn't escalate into drama. However, the game against the Avalanches the following night did.

Colorado took the lead with two goals within the first 12 minutes of the first period. But with some birthday luck, Bertuzzi managed to claw one back, bringing the score to 2-1 by the end of the period.

And to everyone's relief, the Leafs dominated the second period, skating over the Avalanches and bringing the score back to 3-2, with Bertuzzi benefiting from some birthday luck and Mitchy weaving through players as if they weren't even there. And as the cherry on top, despite Colorado managing to score another goal within 5 minutes of the third period, Bert secured the final score of the match with a hat-trick.

It was an exhilarating game to watch, which you did alongside some of the other wives and girlfriends, a tradition you had established by now for Saturday games. These occasions meant girls' dinners and discussions about the highs and lows of being with the players.

However, what stood out the most was that despite the exciting win, William wasn't in the mood for much conversation that evening. At first, you couldn't understand why. He had seemed so happy during the game. Then you rationalised that despite his three assists, he was probably feeling a bit down about not scoring any goals himself.

And you knew better than to push him. William was usually calm and laid-back, and you understood that even though he never dwelled on such things, he sometimes just needed space and time with the boys to celebrate the positives.

Yet as Sunday rolled around and the boys were back in Toronto, your day didn't turn out quite as expected.

Around four AM, you heard William come home, quietly making his way to the bedroom, and slipping under the covers beside you. However, instead of his usual playful greeting after returning from a road trip, he simply drifted off to sleep within minutes.

You reasoned that he must have been exhausted from the journey, yet the next morning, after taking the dogs for a jog and grabbing something to eat, you returned home to find the apartment empty. The clock read 11:30, and you assumed William would still be in bed. However, a single text from him informed you that he was at the training rink with a few of the guys.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt. It was unlike him, and truthfully, you had no idea why he was behaving this way. That is until you stepped out of a long, refreshing shower and saw the message from Stephanie.

It was a short online article from one of Toronto's best gossip sites: "Apparently, a hockey star just isn't enough!" Accompanied by a photo of one of the guys from the other night, leaning in to chat with you. It wasn't a revealing photo at all. It simply showed you smiling as you politely declined the man's offer. Yet, you had a sinking feeling that the headline might have triggered something in your boyfriend.

"Shit..." you muttered to yourself.

Of course, this had to happen. You couldn’t even go out for a drink and dinner with a few girlfriends without someone stirring up unnecessary drama. Despite the many conversations you'd had with William about it, it seemed like it could still cause issues.

"Hey, y/n... don’t worry about it... it's just a couple of jealous women who can't accept that Willy's in a happy relationship," Stephanie tried to comfort you over the phone as you drove to meet William by the rink.

You had waited a while to take any action, not wanting to escalate things, but when you hadn’t heard from him all day and saw snaps of the other boys at home, you knew you had to do something.

"I know, it's just... it's Willy, you know how he can be..."

"I know, y/n... and I wish people could just leave us alone and let us be happy. But Willy is a great hockey player, and he's been getting a lot of media attention lately, so I'm sorry this is happening to you..."

The girls were always incredibly supportive and sweet. Even those who knew they didn't face the same challenges, as not all players received the same level of media attention. Yet you couldn't shake off the feeling entirely.

William wasn’t even a proper celebrity, you reasoned with yourself as you ended the call and made your way through the streets. He was just a guy who played the sport he loved, and with skill and hard work, he'd managed to reach a level where he earned really good money. However, with the internet being what it is, it seemed like just about anyone could become famous.

Then upon reaching the rink, you took a deep breath before going in. As expected, William was the only one on the ice, taking shots at an empty net.

Lost in his own world, he didn’t even notice you arriving. Not until he took a particularly hard shot, missed the goal, and the puck rebounded, causing him to turn around in frustration. That's when he caught sight of your face.

There was a brief moment of silence as you slowly walked over to the boards, hands in your pockets as you watched William's actions. But he didn’t say anything. He simply skated slowly towards you, wearing a defeated expression.

"Hey," you said softly, breaking the silence.

"Hey," he replied curtly.

You had to wait a few more seconds before you could truly speak your mind, giving him some time to respond. But he remained silent.

"Willy, we can't keep going like this… you can't shut me out when something's wrong," you urged.

William understood your implication, but he didn't have a clever comeback ready.

"Talk to me, babe," you gently encouraged. "Tell me what's on your mind." But William remained silent, his eyes darting around, his mouth moving as if he were pondering. So, you decided to delve a little deeper. "Is it the article?"

And that seemed to open the floodgates.

"Yes… and no," William replied simply, releasing a deep sigh.

"Meaning…"

Taking a deep breath, William shifted his stance slightly as he faced you. "I just… I hate seeing you happy without me," he confessed, feeling the weight of his words.

"Oh… wait, what are you saying?" you asked, feeling a bit bewildered.

"Don't get me wrong… all I want is for you to be happy, but…" William sighed again. "Seeing you happy with other girls, not from the team… it just makes me afraid that you don't want this life," he admitted hastily, his words spilling out as you sensed his struggle to voice his thoughts.

"Wait... so it's not about the guy in the photo?" you asked, feeling a bit surprised by what he had revealed.

But William simply shook his head, furrowing his brow slightly. "Fuck no... Babe, I trust you, and I know no other man is as right for you as I am," he spoke with conviction, something he had come to realise after numerous fights stemming from jealousy.

"Then what is it? Because I don’t really understand how me being happy with my friends can piss you off like that."

"I just... I'm so fucking in love with you, and it terrifies me, because I've never felt like this with anyone before... And even though I know you wouldn't leave, I can't shake the thought that if you don't want this lifestyle or me anymore, you'd just walk away," he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion.

You had to hold your breath for a moment, completely stunned by his words, as he let out a deep breath, his eyes avoiding yours. Although it wasn’t the first time William had voiced his fears about you not wanting to be with him, you were always taken aback each time it surfaced.

"Hey..." you spoke softly, taking a step closer, gently cupping his sweaty jaw to make him look at you. "First of all, I would never leave you without a very, very good reason... and not just because I grew tired of the NHL lifestyle," you said firmly, locking eyes with his intense gaze. "Secondly, it's okay for you to feel this way," you tried to offer him a reassuring smile. "It's completely normal in a relationship, but you can't shut me out and avoid talking to me... You have to share things like this."

The moment was tender between you as you stood by the hockey rink, alone.

Letting out a sigh, William nodded gently. "I know... I'm just not very good at it," he timidly admitted, attempting a smile.

"Me neither..." you smiled back. "But we just have to practice, so we don't let each other down."

And with a half chuckle, William nodded again. "How are you so amazing?" he then tossed his stick and gloves over the board and reached around you to pull you close. Despite the lower level of the ice, William in his skates was still slightly taller than you. "Seriously, I panic, and you're all rational," he joked playfully.

"It's called balance, baby," you chuckled, wrapping your hands around his neck before pushing off his helmet to reveal his sweaty face. "I guess it's just how we complement each other – you're inexperienced in love, and I teach you about deep feelings, while you teach me about... sexual things," you explained cheekily, leaning in closer so you could almost feel his breath.

"Mmm... speaking of which..." William licked his lips as his eyes darkened slightly. "Now that I think about it, you still need to punish me for all those penalties I got on the road," he said seductively, his voice husky. "And if I'm not wrong, we're in a rink... with a penalty box, just over there... all by ourselves."

You were taken aback by his suggestion, yet you couldn't deny how turned on you suddenly felt. It was naughty. Yet so tempting.

"Willy, we really can’t... do that here," you whispered, but deep down, you knew you didn't want to listen to your own words.

"Well, why don't we find out?" he suggested with a mischievous grin. And with a light giggle, you bit your lower lip and nodded before he firmly held onto you, lifting you over the barrier prompting you to wrap your legs around him.

With a wide smile on his face, William turned on his skates and began to glide towards the penalty box, quickly confirming that there was still no one around. Upon entering, he settled you down, both of you giggling like teenagers about to experience something new.

But any lingering concerns vanished as William sat on the bench, pulling you into his lap and connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands eagerly found his hair to tug at it as you relished the taste of him, your tongues dancing in a heated embrace.

"Shit, I've missed you, baby," William murmured between breaths before pressing his lips against yours again, his hands firmly gripping your hips.

Despite the chill of the rink, you discarded your jacket and shirt, leaving you in your bra, with William's body pressed against yours to keep you warm.

"Fucking missed you too, Willy," you breathed out, feeling the air stolen from your lungs as you deepened the kiss. The hunger between you was palpable, and neither of you could wait any longer to feel each other's warmth.

Hands eagerly explored each other, and thankfully William hadn't donned full gear for the casual training session, leaving only a few items to remove to get closer to what you both desired most.

Still, it was somewhat clumsy and messy as you moved around in the box. You couldn't help but smile and chuckle whenever you broke apart to shed a piece of clothing. William fumbled with your jeans, and you had to help him pull them off. Meanwhile, William lowered his own sweats, leaving him still in skates and his training jersey – likely a peculiar sight.

But with a bit of manoeuvring, you eventually found yourselves in a comfortable position again, with you wearing nothing but your bra as you stroke William's hardening cock. Simultaneously, he buried two fingers inside you, stretching your entrance in anticipation.

Though you tried to stifle your noises, moans filled the space around you, echoing through the hall as you brought each other pleasure. "So wet for me, baby," William muttered under his breath. "I need to be inside you..."

William was impatient. He had longed for your body for too long, and finally, he was about to have you close again. So, without waiting for your response, he guided you to release his throbbing cock, positioning himself at your entrance. And with a controlled motion, you allowed yourself to sink down onto him, his shaft filling you up as you let out a satisfied moan.

"Oh, fuck..."

It felt like something straight out of your fantasies. Although William wasn't in the middle of a penalty because of a fight, the situation was still incredibly arousing.

With a steady rhythm, you rocked your hips, allowing his length to slide in and out of your wet heat, stimulating every inch of your walls.

"You feel so good around me," William moaned between sloppy kisses, his hands still firmly on your hips as he guided your movements.

And before long, the desire to speed up overwhelmed both of you. You couldn't even keep your lips attached to his as you increased your motions, passionately riding him as you felt the climax slowly approaching.

Then as he heard your small whimpers escaping, your breathing uncontrolled and your walls eagerly clenching, William knew you were nearing orgasm. So, he moved a hand to find your clit, circling it with forceful motions.

"Mmm, yes, Willy... feels so good," you cried out in a moan, slamming your hips against his as you pushed yourself closer to the edge with William's cock deep inside you.

"Come for me," William muttered encouragingly. "Be a good girl and come for me."

And as always, his words acted as a command to your body, causing you to arch your back, his name slipping off your lips as you tossed your head back, eyes shut tight and a loud moan escaping you.

It was an intense orgasm that coursed through every single cell in your body, your mind enveloped in a blissful haze as your body surrendered to the pleasure. Then slowly coming down from the high, you opened your eyes again to meet William's satisfied smirk.

"So hot," he simply muttered before he held onto your ass and rose from his seat. Taking a few steps forward, he pressed you up against the glass and began to thrust his cock inside you. His hands held you in place as he picked up a steady pace.

It was almost rough as William took charge, his pounding showing no mercy as the sounds echoed loudly through the rink.

You tried to contain your cries as your boyfriend fucked you senseless, just like you'd fantasised about. Yet the tears rolling down your cheeks were nothing but tears of pleasure. The way he overstimulated your walls with every hard thrust had you seeing stars, and you could barely even announce your next orgasm approaching. Your throat was rendered wordless by the heated sex, and you simply formed a smile on your lips as you moaned William's name.

"Fuck yes, baby," William moaned as he too felt his climax about to peak, increasing his speed and force, hitting the very back of your insides. Your hands firmly gripped onto his hair, and as you locked eyes in a passionate glance, he let out a deep grunt as he spilled his cum into you.

Standing still in the position, you both needed a moment to catch your breath. It was more than just hot. It was mind-blowingly sexy as you reached climax. And with smiles gracing your lips, you shared a heartfelt moment, still with William's cock buried inside your dripping cunt, you kissed him softly.

"I love you so much," you spoke timidly, your eyes locked onto his as you felt your core pulsating around his member.

"I love you too, älskling…"

Despite the rough sex, it was a soft and romantic moment. Yet as you both felt comfortable in the silence hanging between you, your heartfelt moment was suddenly interrupted by a voice from across the ice.

"Hey! What are you two doing?"

"Shit…" you both giggled as you swiftly disentangled yourselves, rushing to put on clothes. But you knew there was no way to deny what had just happened. With laughter and flushed cheeks, you managed to make your way back to the other side of the ice where you apologised to the maintenance worker before heading to the locker room, where William gathered his things.

"Let's go home, prinsessa," he simply spoke with a smirk, placing a soft kiss on your temple.

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #SlutsforPresidentNylander #wn88 imagine #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine

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Crowley: A False Prophet and the Unholy Trinity

HEAR ME OUT, HEAR ME OUT. @overly-niche-twst makes amazing and funny memes, but as you all should know, even the memes aren’t immune from my theories. But the connection of Crowley and the “false prophet” hit me like a train. A false prophet? In a game where the religious symbolism runs rampant? And when digging into research, I was SHOOK at what I learned. I swear this is the worst rabbit hole I’ve ever gone through because of a MEME 😭

In Biblical lore, a prophet is someone who receives a divine message from a supernatural source and must share the message with the rest of humanity. This message is often referred to as a “prophecy.”

I’ve talked about Levan potentially having prophetic powers on here several times, but as a little recap, Lilia seems to hint at Levan’s uncanny foresight. Either he’s just an incredible master strategist, or Levan has powerful magic (perhaps Unique Magic, or just really good at astrology) related to seeing the future. For example, he SOMEHOW knew that Lilia and Malleus would attend NRC 500 years in the future, and taught Lilia and the other Fae a common language with humans in hopes of reuniting the Fae and humans in the future, like at NRC.

What makes me feel certain about this theory is that ravens in Greek mythology were related to Prophecy, because they were believed to be the bird of Apollo, the Greek god of prophecy. And Levan seems to be twisted from Diavolo, Maleficent’s Raven (unconfirmed but seems likely with info so far)

Technically, if the gift of prophecy was Levan’s UNIQUE Magic, it could count as a “supernatural” source, right? And if he taught and guiding the Fae with the information he saw from the future, Levan could technically be considered a prophet.

But what is a false prophet, and why do I believe Crowley is one?

(Disclaimer, I am not religious myself and am using Biblical texts from a purely analytical perspective. If you know better on this topic, want to add something/correct me, please let me know! Sorry for putting so many links here too haha, there’s just too much to talk about in one post!)

A false prophet is someone who falsely claims the gift of prophecy, or is speaking from the supernatural source of evil, typically the Devil. According to Biblical lore, the false prophet will present themselves as benevolent (Crowley “I am so kind” is that you) and weak, but have great power and evil. What I found very interesting was this line from the Bible:

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.”

I’ve made theories regarding Crowley’s true nature many, many times before. My moots tease me for using this Rook screenshot so many times, but I genuinely believe Rook understands Crowley’s character.

Anyway, the TRUE enemy is one who watches from the periphery with a smile…something that Crowley always does. Always watching, but never seemingly acting. He lets everyone’s guard down by being useless, unreliable, and ridiculous, but he definitely has something up his sleeve. In Biblical lore, the wolf is considered a malevolent predator who feeds on the innocent. Like young and impressionable students, perhaps? I think it’s very interesting that Crowley refers to students as his eggs or chicks, like children that he’s “raising.” But a baby bird is one of the many symbols of innocence, and Yana Toboso herself has cryptically said how the repeated egg theme in TWST is a representation of how “Eggs are a good symbol of things that can never go back to how they were, once they have been broken.”

But what about the False Prophet? Well, I’ve recently made an analysis on how Crowley encourages the Overblots in every single book. As a little recap, he’s the one who suggests the magic duel against Riddle in Book 1, the Hall of Fame to Leona in Book 2, signs a contract with Azul in Book 3, abandons Yuu and also stirs Jamil’s hatred by making Kalim housewarden in Book 4, etc etc. He’s constantly leading these students astray in a very subtle manner. But I think he needs the Overblots to happen so Yuu can save them, so he can get the Overblot Crystals.

Additionally, Lilia mentions how historical narrative have been “twisted” to suit someone’s agenda. And judging from how everyone thinks the Disney Villains were sources of good to look up to, the manipulation from Crowley may be more literal than we think.

And if Crowley is leading these people astray for a greater purpose/higher power, this technically makes him a False Prophet. It goes even deeper when you consider his cryptic words throughout the books, as if he is seeing the future. He knows where the students are when they’re talking about important things, he knows when STYX will break in…and as I mentioned, ravens are connected to the gift of prophecy.

And guess what? The False Prophet, according to Christian lore, is part of the Unholy Trinity. TWST has a slyly repeats the theme of three, and which can noticed in NRC’s logo that may represent the past, present, and future. BUT THATS NOT WHY I WAS FREAKING OUT-

Because what does the Unholy Trinity consist of?

The DRAGON

The ANTICHRIST

And the FALSE PROPHET

In a previous theory examining religious symbolism with Meleanor and the Virgin Mary, I also concluded that Malleus Draconia is a representation of the Antichrist, especially because of the star imagery in TWST. Meleanor even refers to him as an “evil star” that would curse humanity.

But now I’m doubting this- I think I had it all wrong. Not about Meleanor being the Virgin Mary, but about who represents the Antichrist. But let me go over what the implications of the Unholy Trinity means first.

Edit: actually I never claimed Malleus was the antichrist at all in that post LMAO, I confused myself with the different names for Lucifer/Devil/Satan 😭😭😭 so technically I was right all along with claiming that Malleus is Lucifer in that post🤪🤪🤪🤪 I won’t edit out this mistake to avoid confusion in the reblogs

The Antichrist and the False Prophet are referred to as the “first and second beast,” who obey the DRAGON. But the Antichrist, aka the First Beast/Beast of the Sea, is described as “emerging from the abyss”

MALLEUS’ TITLE IS LITERALLY THE RULER OF THE ABYSS. IM GONNA- BABXBSB

Edit: I’d like to add that the Bible describes this Abyss as an unfathomably deep, dark, and boundless place, often compared to the ocean and chaos. And recently in Book 7, Silver almost succumbed to the darkness…where there was no light, no people, nothing except darkness and blot. That is TWST’s version of the Abyss, and Malleus is the ruler of it! This religious symbolism has to be intentional

I think the Antichrist actually GRIM. A supreme representation of evil thats said that appear at the END OF THE WORLD/APOCALYPSE. And if we recall the prologue, we see Grim in a horrible monster form in a shattered Mirror Chamber. An amalgamation from the Overblot Crystals, which is literally the condensed version of the Overblot, a representation of purely negative emotions.

And based on what text describes the First Beast as, he has “seven heads, appearance of a leopard, feet of a bear, and a mouth of a lion. The dragon gave him his power, his throne, and great authority.”

What’s even more interesting is that there’s an “Angel of the Abyss” known as Abaddon. His description intrigued me, as “king of a plague of locusts resembling horses with crowned human faces, women's hair, lions' teeth, wings, iron breast-plates, and a tail with a scorpion's stinger” Since this character is up to interpretation, some religious scholars say this character is the Antichrist. Again, it’s a wild amalgamation of features that sound like Grim.

The Second Beast/Beast of the Earth, aka the False Prophet, is said to rise from the earth (a metaphor for Hell perhaps) and force the world to worship the antichrist. That’s one of the definitions of the false prophet, as one who seeks to lure humanity astray alongside the Devil. Is this some crazy foreshadowing for what Crowley will do in the future?!

And once again using Biblical texts, this second beast “spoke like a dragon,” referring to his arrogance and connection to the Devil. It reminds me of Levan’s title as Ryūgan Duke Levan,” or 竜眼公レヴァーン , aka “Dragon-Eyed”

Anyway. Back to the Dragon, it’s also referred to as the Serpent. Serpents in biblical lore are incredibly important- but are also very symbolic in TWST. I’ve made an post analyzing the serpents in NRC’s logo before, but as a recap, they’re also one of the symbols of rebirth in TWST. I’d like to add that snakes also considered symbols of Wisdom, which is fitting for “Sages Island.” Some religious scholars also consider the lying serpent in the Garden of Eden to be the “first false prophet.”

But the Ancient Serpent specifically represents the “Devil/Satan/the Dragon.”

The reason why I’m doubting Meleanor being the “Dragon” in this Unholy Trinity is because the Dragon attacks the WOMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE, AKA THE VIRGIN MARY 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ IS MY MELEANOR THEORY COMING TRUE?!? ( I’m just being delulu but please humor me)

But what’s even more interesting is that again in Revelations, it’s said an Angel with a “key to the Abyss and a chain” locks up the Ancient Serpent for 1000 years. Hm?? Malleus literally said that everyone would sleep for 1000 years in his Overblot. What’s interesting about the Angel is that he has the key to the ABYSS…is this Angel meant to be Silver?!? Silver, who has a glowing ring protecting him from the darkness, and heavily connected to a magical sword??? So he the Angel with the “key” to the Abyss, aka Malleus?

So if Crowley is the false prophet…there’s a high chance he’s behind the Overblots. And remember: the False Prophet will force the world to worship the Antichrist. Is this to foreshadow how Crowley will make the Twisted Wonderland world fall because of Grim?

So let me recap what I think this means:

The Dragon- Malleus

The Antichrist- Grim

The False Prophet- Crowley

The Angel- Silver

The Virgin Mary- Meleanor

And you know what, let’s just throwing in the idea that Yuu is the Lamb that opens the Seven Seals, which marks the beginning of the apocalypse, and the Seven Angels/Trumpets are the Overblotters, WHY NOT. A theory to elaborate on for another day…perhaps it will be a series connecting the biblical apocalypse to TWST?

🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ANYWAY IF THE UNHOLY TRINITY THING IS INTENTIONAL IM GONNA SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST

To Joy, I got really carried away with this theory, apologies if it sounds confusing, I did NOT mean it to go this far 😭😭😭 but I swear, that was a muse moment, your meme made ALL my brain cells connect for once and I feel like I’ve unearthed something important 🫡

Of course, let me just say that these parallels are not perfect (e.g Malleus being the Dragon despite Meleanor being the Virgin Mary) and some of these characters may better fit other Biblical figures better 🫡 But since I’m focusing on the Apocalypse part, I think that is idea is working, and I’d really like to delve deeper into research!

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