#ask: maple

[rockybloo]

What's Paulie's favorite bug to eat?

[andi-o-geyser]

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

[weekly-eons]

Can you design a bug type eeveelution? I think it would be cute

I love designing eons and have made one of every type! I named the Bug one Papilleon! One of the first ones I ever made, and it has gone through some design changes over the years and still love my Royal Moth eon ❤️

[xinganhao]

xinganhao 🌟 shared a moment with you: "seungcheol x reader"

inspired by this baekhyun interaction on twitter.

[heirhonkful]

gently hands you one strawberry (🍓)

[zieisonline]

More will

Literally anything just keep it cumming

Anything, you say? 👀

How about Willy being so turned on at the thought of you that he gets all distracted at practice and needs to take it out on you the second he gets home 🤭💗

Warnings: smut!, body worship, cum play, unprotected sex, a hint of dom!william

It’s safe to say William Nylander is obsessed with you.

From the softness of your thighs to the fullness of your lips, he spends every moment of every day thinking about you and your body. The second you part ways, his mind begins working overtime to cope with the loss of the feeling of your body next to his.

He tries really hard to focus on his work, to get through practice and team meetings without falling victim to the picture of your bare body searing its way through his brain.

But he stumbles.

Multiple times throughout the day he would catch himself fantasizing about you. From the way your hands feel on his skin, to the seductive way your clothes stretch over the valley of your hips. He gets lost in a haze; the thought of you clouding his mind so deeply it made it hard to focus on anything else.

Unable to pull himself together fully, his teammates begin to take notice of his distracted nature. Calling him out and teasing him for having his head in the clouds. They don’t mean any harm by the taunting, knowing that he was fully capable of locking in and getting the job done when he needed to, but the gentle prodding was enough to rile Will up inside.

That’s why when he comes home, there is a heavy, charged energy that engulfs him so wholly you couldn’t help but notice the second he comes into your view.

He was frustrated.

You had invaded his every thought and action throughout the day, haunting him with desire and need, driving him absolutely crazy. And yet here he found you in the kitchen, going about your day clueless to the spell you had him under.

It’s no use trying to greet him, or attempt to talk about his day, he has a mission. And that mission was to make all of his day dreaming a reality.

His lips meet yours, and you are surprised at the intensity, your hands tangling desperately in the fabric of his tee shirt, holding on for dear life.

He groans into the kiss, pressing his tongue past your lips, swallowing your sounds of surprise.

He backs you into the countertop, hands gripping your shoulders tightly. He leans his body onto yours, pressing flush against you.

“You feel that? That’s what you’ve been doing to me all day. Driving me crazy.” He mumbles against your lips, grinding into you roughly.

He’s hard, and by the way he’s acting, he must have been this way for a while now. His thick member protrudes out, warm and stiff on your thigh.

“I’m sorry babe.” You coo, moving a strand of hair off his forehead. “But you have me now. Want to tell me what was making you so worked up?” Your finger trails from his face down to fiddle with his earring.

Fire lights in his eyes, a wide grin cracks his face.

“You.” He smiles, hands dropping from your shoulders, down to your hips, rubbing soft circles over your clothes with his thumbs. “Your body…” He continues, placing a hot opened mouth kiss to your neck. Your fists tighten in his shirt. A strangled whine escaping your lips.

The sound fuels him, and his hands begin to creep up slowly, dipping under your shirt.

“Was thinking about taking you raw.” He pauses, gauging your reaction. When he catches the subtle movement of your thighs clenching together, he swipes a rough thumb over the fabric of your bra, eliciting a needy groan from you. “Thinking about filling that pretty pussy with my cum.” Your eyes flutter closed, your knuckles white from the tense grip you had on his shirt, your body practically vibrating from just his words.

“Are you imagining it now sweetheart?” He asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear, continuing to squeeze and knead your breasts over your bra.

You nod, unable to speak. Your body is on fire, his words like gasoline, fueling the flames.

“That’s how it was for me all day.” He explains, moving to nudge a knee in between your legs, adding some pressure to your aching core. You gasp at the contact, the vegetables you were prepping earlier long forgotten on the counter behind you.

“Couldn’t focus on anything.” He reaches around to unclasp your bra as he speaks, wanting to get you worked up with his words, but also wanting to see you naked as soon as possible. “Too busy thinking about my cum leaking out of you, making a sticky mess all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours.” You groan into his touch, hips bucking against his leg. The images he was describing sending your brain into orbit.

“I want that.” You plead, moving your hands from their position on his shirt to either side of his face, staring deeply into his oceanic eyes. “Please Will. Want you to cum in me.”

He stills, his hands leaving your unclasped bra and rumpled tee shirt to trail down to your sides.

“Say that again.” He demands, his eyes growing dark, the thigh of the leg currently pressed against you flexing tensely, causing the wetness there to grow even more.

You swallow thickly, loving the way he was ready to snap.

“I said. I want you to cum inside me. Make me a panting, trembling mess. Fuck me so good I forget my own name.” You all but sing your request to him, knowing the dirtier your words, the more he won’t be able to contain himself.

His resolve finally slips, and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. Your words and body pressed against him being too much for his brain to handle, and before you know it, he has you thrown over his shoulder, his hands wrapped securely around your thighs as he carries you to the bedroom, a look of determination etched into his face, no doubt.

You land in the center of the bed, and you instantly sit up to finish what Willy had started in the kitchen, tossing your shirt and bra somewhere behind where he stood, looking down at you hungrily.

“Fuck, your tits are so beautiful.” His eyes are transfixed on your bare chest, so enamored with your body.

“They’re a little cold.” You hum, your own fingers coming up to dance along the skin of your breasts. “Why don’t you come warm them up?”

Your invitation is immediately answered as he joins you on the bed, his large, warm hands meet your skin quickly.

He places one sweet kiss to your sternum before attaching his mouth to your peaked nipple, sucking harshly against your skin.

You gasp again, hands trailing up his back to tangle into the softness of his hair, tugging tightly as he works over your nipple in his mouth.

“Love these tits.” He hums, trailing warm saliva around your skin as he moves to taste your other nipple. “They’re mine.” He growls, teeth grazing your skin.

You moan at the contact. Squirming beneath him, the heat between your legs growing unbearable.

“All yours.” You babble, pushing his head closer to you, desperate for more. “I am all yours. Use me Will.”

He lets out a primal sound, your skin in his mouth muffling the noise.

“Need to fuck you.” He mutters, pulling away from your breasts.

You nod up at him, fingers dropping to pull at the hem of his shirt. His movements are fast, fueled by the burning in his lower abdomen, consuming him in desire and need.

Before you know it, he is bare, hovering above you, his large fingers pulling at the waistband of your pants, dragging your underwear along with them.

The urgency and need to be inside you clouds his mind, and your heart throbs at the sight of him, a man on a mission, so desperate to be inside you and feel you.

His eyes trail up and down your body, hungrily taking you in, his hands now following, roaming from your thighs up to your stomach and over your breasts.

You arch into the contact, squirming beneath him.

“Please.” You moan out pathetically, his gentle touch on your skin not doing much to ease the ache in your bones.

“Tell me what you want.” He demands, voice cool, but his touch on your neck warm as his fingers curl around your throat gingerly.

“Want you to fuck me Will. Please, I need it so bad. Want you to fill me up and cum inside me.” Tears prick the edges of your eyes as you beg, your pussy throbbing painfully in need.

A devilish smile creeps its way across his face.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, the weight of his hand resting on your neck soothes you, reminding you he was in control, he was going to take care of you. You look up at him through your lashes, gazing lovingly as he gives himself a quick pump before lining up at your soaking entrance. You are so aroused by him, that the second his tip is protruding your heat, your body is welcoming him wholly, his words were foreplay enough to have you wet and ready to accept him.

He sinks his bare length inside of you slowly, the stretch sends pleasure through your entire body in waves, lighting your skin ablaze in satisfaction.

“Fuck, William.” You cry, nails digging deep into the flesh of his broad back.

He lets out a stuttered breath as your walls clench tightly around him. The feeling of your velvet muscles fit snug around him driving him crazy.

“You’re so tight.” He groans, eyes screwing shut as he attempts to savor this feeling.

You whine below him, searching for friction. The movement shoots a wave of bliss throughout his body, and his hips jerk at the feeling.

You moan out, digging your nails deeper into his back, and he begins thrusting inside you.

His pace is relentless, the pent up frustration from throughout the day spilling over as he fucks you.

You hold onto him for dear life, your fingers pressed into his back enough to keep you grounded, mind focused on the pleasure of him drilling inside you.

He shoves his other hand between you, his thumb harshly begins rubbing messy circles over your clit as he continues thrusting deeply inside of you.

It’s sloppy and raw, his movements chaotic and disheveled as his body works on auto pilot, chasing the pleasure roughly instead of patiently savoring it.

You don’t mind, desperate to feel relief from the aching desire in your core.

His hips clash against yours aggressively, and you feel his cock hit your sweet spot, deep inside your wrecked body.

“Right there.” You cry, bucking up to meet him feverishly.

He takes note, adding more pressure to your clit as he thrusts into you again, deeper than before.

“Oh my god.” You clench around him, unable to speak as the heat in your belly reaches its peak.

“That’s it y/n.” He muses, falling into a rhythm where every thrust hits you exactly where you need him. “Cum for me baby.”

And you do.

The fire in your stomach engulfs you, setting the room ablaze in a euphoric haze as you release around him.

Your orgasm hits you hard, and the way you tighten and clench around him as you hit your peak has him reeling.

He continues to thrust inside you, thumb pressing firmly against your clit as you ride out your high.

The noises falling from your lips and the gentle sting of your nails on his back send him over the edge.

His thrusts become even sloppier as he looses control inside of you.

His warm, hot seed fills you and the feeling is overwhelming.

You convulse beneath him, chest heaving erratically as you attempt to catch your breath, too many sensations inundating you with pleasure.

He’s not done yet, gently pulling off and out of you, causing you to shiver and let out a huff in confusion, your hands fumbling pathetically for him.

He scrambles down the bed, hands on your knees as he gingerly pushes them up to bend towards you, your legs spreading open wide.

The noise he makes is primal, a deep guttural groan as you feel what his eyes must be trained on.

Your flushed cheeks heat up in embarrassment, picturing the filthy scene in your head as the air hits your freshly used hole.

William’s fingers tighten around your legs, his eyes transfixed at your enterance as a large string of his cum drips out of you, painting your folds in his creamy white seed.

“It’s prettier than I could ever imagine.” He explains in awe, hypnotized by the sight in front of him.

You whine and throw an arm over your face, the post orgasm feeling creeping into your bones, making it harder to speak or think.

You hear him shuffle at the edge of the bed, and for a moment, his touch abandons you. You sit up, your gelatinous arms screaming at you as you attempt to hold yourself up.

He is back before you can register where he went.

“Relax angel, I got you.” He reassures, sending you a soothing glance before placing a gentle kiss to your kneecap, rubbing a soft circle into your skin with his thumb.

You let your arms give out from under you and settle your head back against the plushness of the pillows.

He lays back down on the mattress, head level with your entrance as he stares lovingly at the mess he created there.

He gingerly places his fingers around you, spreading you open so that more of his release spills out of you.

It’s dirty, and your mind is too far gone to find the words to object him, so your eyes flutter closed, waiting for him to be done playing with your spent pussy.

He shifts, and the shutter sound of an IPhone camera going off has your eyes shooting open.

“You did not just take a photo of me.” You shriek, sitting up so quickly your head begins to spin.

Will has the biggest, brightest smile on his face as he looks up at you, phone in hand.

“You look so pretty y/n.” He coos, flipping the screen around to show you. “Look how gorgeous you are, filled up with my cum. Needed a little souvenir for the next time you distract me during work.”

You don’t know if it’s the way he looks so incredibly pleased with himself, or the way you know he’s always begging for dirty pictures for when he’s away on a roadie, or if it’s just the way your eyes are glued to the screen in front of you, the picture stirring arousal deep within you for the second time today, but you can’t be mad at him.

“Alright lover boy, you better enjoy that picture because I need to get cleaned up.” You sigh, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, heading towards the shower.

“I’ll join you!” You hear him giggle behind you, scrambling to follow you into what most likely will not be the productive bathing you had hoped for. 

[3416]

Mitch Marner RD1 GM1 Media Availability | 04.20.25

[corviiids]

I'm sorry PLEASE elaborate or cap/link the story about you wearing the nightmare perfume to..... work? as a lawyer? Court work? Bad smell court work??? Rook,

i did post the story here at some point but sure i'll retell it with more context. anyone who doesn't know, im a lawyer and my favourite character is goro akechi from persona 5 whose face i have been wearing since 2017. ok we proceed

the perfume is followed by kerosene, which is slightly infamous. i encountered it when i was first trying to find a decent gourmand fragrance which actually smells like coffee. (i still haven't found a good one so if anyone has any recs...) that tumblr post about its fragrantica reviews shows off some of the funnier ones, but the actual fragrantica page shows the response is a bit more complicated. followed is a very divisive fragrance. those who love it absolutely adore it. everyone else thinks it's a curse on all of humanity forever. i read those reviews and instantly decided i had to try it so i bought a sample.

the thing that makes followed by kerosene most controversial is that it has really unreasonably strong staying power. the other notable thing about followed is that despite being advertised as a coffee and vanilla forward fragrance, it actually has an INCREDIBLY strong smell of maple syrup. perfume depends really heavily on the individual, since the same perfume will act differently on different people's skin, which is why some people insist this smells of a lovely pleasant coffee and, while lasting, generally fades okay, and other people insist the maple syrup demons live in their vents to this day. i actually adore followed. i'm pretty sensitive to strong fragrances and i don't love sweet things, so i was really apprehensive, but i ended up really liking it? it IS strong, but i use a very tiny little amount and to me it smells of a pleasantly burnt caramelised maple followed (hehe) by a nice jaunty undertone of espresso. everyone i've asked irl also thought it was very pleasant.

i was wearing followed to work and needed to run to court for boring BAU reasons. i was NOT there for a hearing. this did not happen while phoenix wrighting my way through actual fucking advocacy. just making this extremely clear for my own mental health. anyway i was in court wearing my little perfume having a normal day talking to a court officer about documents or whatever and they stopped dead mid-conversation and went, "do you smell pancakes?"

anyway that's why i don't wear the fragrance anymore. not because it's a nightmare perfume from hell. just because i absolutely cannot repeat the experience of standing inside a fucking courthouse having to politely giggle and fib my way through an interaction with a completely innocent court officer who had no idea the amount of psychic damage they'd just dealt me by asking me so politely with their real human voice if i smelled sweet pancakes while i stood there knowing and dreading the true reality, which was that the pancakes, after all this time, was me

[nyoomfruits]

not to like carcar out of nowhere but carlos being personally offended by oscar’s cooking skills/taste in food so he keeps coming over to cook for him or inviting him to his apartment or going out to eat together and it takes them an EMBARASSINGLY long time to realize they are dating

[misshoneyimhome]

"If you don't change out of those shorts, I'll have them around your ankles by lunchtime." QUEEN may i request this prompt for Willy??

Oh, did anyone see the sun shining and the temperature rising? Cause apparently, reader did 😉

Note - no, William hasn't proposed yet, that part is still in the works 😉💕

Tropes & warnings: Inexperienced!reader x Willy, established relationship, 18+ smut: semi-public - physio room, unprotected vaginal penetration, cum inside

word count: 1.9K

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What goes around comes around | Inexperienced!Reader x William Nylander ✐☆

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment, warm sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting lazy stripes across the hardwood floor. You were humming softly to yourself as you moved around the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a fitted pair of grey dress shorts and a white silk blouse.

You felt him before you saw him—heard the heavy, familiar sound of his footsteps behind you, the rustle of gym clothes as he padded into the room, towel slung over his shoulder and damp hair still tousled from the shower.

“You’re really gonna wear those?” came his voice, rough and sleep-warmed, still gravelly from the early hour.

You didn’t turn around. Just reached for your mug and brought it to your lips. “Good morning to you too, Nylander.”

He didn’t laugh. Not really. It was more of a low huff, like he knew what you were doing and wasn’t quite sure if he was annoyed or turned on by it.

(You knew it was both.)

“Seriously,” he said, coming up behind you. One hand rested on your hip, firm and possessive. “Where are you going dressed like that?”

You took a slow sip. “Brunch with Tessa and Aryne.”

“In that?” His palm slid down, fingers grazing the hem of your shorts. “You do realise those barely count as clothing, right?”

You turned then, just slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder and grin. “They’re comfortable. And it’s hot outside.”

His eyes dropped instinctively to your legs—long, bare, toned—and then back up to your face, his jaw clenching.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, stepping in closer, his voice dropping as his hand curled just slightly into the waistband. “If you don’t change out of those shorts, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunchtime.”

You bit your bottom lip, feigning innocence. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

William’s gaze darkened, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath your ear. “You want to test me, älskling?”

Your stomach fluttered—god, that tone.

But instead of backing down, you gave him a little shrug and slipped out from under his grasp, heading toward the hallway to grab your bag. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Behind you, you heard him groan under his breath, followed by the sound of him muttering in Swedish—probably something about how you were going to be the death of him.

You tossed your phone in your bag, glanced at yourself in the mirror. Blazer. Shorts. Smug little smile. Perfect.

William appeared in the doorway, arms crossed and brows raised as he looked you up and down. “Don’t forget, I’ll see you at the game tonight.”

You batted your lashes. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

He narrowed his eyes. “And don’t think I’ll forget those shorts.”

You were already walking toward the door, keys in hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And as you slipped out the door, you heard him laugh—low, exasperated, and entirely laced with affection.

He was in trouble.

You were already planning to make it worse.

_

Brunch with Tessa and Aryne had been a blur of mimosas, gossip, and stolen glances at your phone. Mostly because you kept catching yourself rereading William’s texts from training.

Willy: “Thinking about those shorts.”

You: “You should be thinking about drills.”

Willy: “You’re gonna be in trouble when I get home.”

You: “Can’t wait.”

You were lying. You could wait. You were dying to wait. You loved the way he got when he was held back—coiled tight with tension, hungry from hours of wanting and not getting. And you knew exactly what you were doing when you wore those shorts. You’d even crossed your legs slowly at brunch, made sure they hit mid-thigh when you walked to the counter to grab your coffee refill, felt the heat of every stare.

But none of those looks mattered. Not really.

Only one did.

Now, the train ride back to your apartment was blissfully quiet—mid-afternoon sun filtering through the windows, the rhythmic hum of the tracks lulling the other passengers into a content silence. You had snagged a window seat in the corner, legs crossed, blazer folded over your lap, and your phone in hand.

You weren’t trying to tease him. Not really.

Except… maybe you were.

You snapped a picture—your thighs, bare and glowy in the sunlight, the hem of your shorts riding up just enough to give a flash of skin beneath. You didn’t include your face. Just enough to set him off.

You: “Still comfy. Still hot out.”

Photo attached.

It didn’t take long.

Your phone lit up with his name. A FaceTime request.

You declined.

The next text came in immediately.

Willy: “Answer the damn phone.”

You smirked, leaning back, tapping out your reply.

You: “Busy. Commuting. In public.”

Willy: “So help me god, if I see those shorts again tonight—”

You could almost hear the growl in his voice.

You: “What? You said lunchtime. It’s later now.”

The bubble on his end flickered. Typing. Stopped. Typing again.

Willy: “You’re a fucking menace.”

You tucked your phone into your bag and bit your lip, glancing around. A businessman in a suit was dozing three rows away. A teenage couple was whispering over earbuds. No one cared. No one noticed you shift just a little in your seat, press your thighs together, the dull throb of anticipation building low in your belly.

_

The hallway outside the locker rooms buzzed with post-game energy—equipment being packed, trainers wheeling carts, security quietly ushering out press. You leaned against the wall by the private entrance, phone in hand, legs crossed just so.

And of course, you were still wearing the shorts. Perfectly combined with the jersey with ‘NYLANDER’ across your back.

Once more, you heard him before you saw him—heavy footsteps, low laughter with teammates, the scrape of skates being dragged behind him in a gear bag. The second he turned the corner and saw you, everything shifted. His eyes locked onto your legs like a homing beacon.

He stopped mid-sentence.

“Fuck me,” William muttered, drawing out the words like a prayer, like a curse. His gaze dragged up your body, jaw tight, a bead of sweat still clinging to his temple. “You did not.”

You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. “I told you it was hot out.”

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

Just closed the space between you in three long strides, his hand grabbing your wrist like a magnet snapping into place. “But it’s not hot inside a fucking hockey arena. Come with me.”

You let out a small laugh. “You’re not even going to say hi?”

“No.” His voice was low, firm. “I told you what would happen. And you’re still wearing those fucking shorts.”

You opened your mouth to tease him again, but then he was pulling you down the corridor, past the equipment bins and stacked crates, toward a dimly lit side hallway you hadn’t noticed before. The hallway that led to the trainers’ treatment rooms.

Empty now.

Silent.

Until he dragged you inside and kicked the door closed.

“You’ve been playing me all day,” he muttered, backing you toward the padded table in the center of the room, his eyes never leaving yours. “Texting me. Ignoring my calls. Wearing this little outfit like you don’t know what it does to me.”

“I knew exactly what it would do to you,” you breathed, voice light despite the thudding of your pulse.

William stepped in close, his hands settling low on your hips. “And you think that doesn’t come with consequences?”

You shrugged. “You said lunchtime. It’s after the game.”

His eyes darkened, his hands sliding around to cup your ass, squeezing once—hard. “Baby,” he growled, “lunch is whenever I decide it is.”

And then he spun you around, guiding you with practiced ease until your front pressed against the cold vinyl of the treatment table.

Your hands braced on the edge.

Your breath hitched.

William leaned over you, his body flush with yours, his voice rasping against your ear. “You think teasing me in public is a game?” His fingers slipped under the hem of your shorts, dragging the fabric down slowly, deliberately, inch by inch. “Wearing these out like you wanted someone else to notice?”

“I didn’t,” you said, voice shaking. “Just wanted you to notice.”

“Oh, I noticed,” he growled. “And now you’re gonna take what you’ve been begging for all damn day.”

The shorts hit your ankles.

And then his hands were on you—gripping, spreading, dragging up the backs of your thighs like he was memorising the shape of you with his palms. You felt him pause behind you, his breath heavy, warm against the nape of your neck as he cupped you between your legs. His fingers pressed through your slick folds, stroking slowly, deliberately, until a groan rumbled low in his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, almost reverently. “You’ve been like this all day?”

You nodded, biting your lip, pressing back against his hand with a soft grind that had your breath catching in your throat. “Wanted you so bad.”

William let out a dark chuckle. “Yeah? That why you kept pushing me?”

“Wanted you frustrated,” you gasped, your voice already wrecked. “Wanted you rough.”

He didn’t need another word.

The sharp sound of his zipper filled the quiet room, followed by the unmistakable shift of his clothes. Then the heavy heat of him was pressing against your backside—thick, hard, and twitching with anticipation.

“You wanna be a brat?” he growled, voice thick with control. “You want to drive me insane all day, just so I’ll take it out on you now?”

You whimpered, nodding again.

“Then take it,” he snarled—and thrust in with one sharp, deep stroke.

Your cry was instant, your body jerking forward as his cock filled you completely, so sudden and so full it nearly stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the edge of the treatment table, your nails biting into the vinyl as he pulled back and slammed into you again—harder.

William didn’t let up. Didn’t ease into it. He gripped your hips like a man possessed, using your body to fuck out every ounce of tension he’d been carrying all week. The rhythm he set was brutal, relentless, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing in the small room.

“You want to tease me like a brat?” he bit out, hand sliding up your spine to clamp over the back of your neck. “Then you take me like this.”

Your moans were a mess of broken sounds—pleas and gasps and whimpers all tangled together. He was hitting just right, his cock dragging perfectly over that spot inside you with every punishing thrust, his other hand slipping between your legs to circle your clit in tight, deliberate strokes.

Your body was already trembling, the pressure building too fast to stop. You could barely think—could only cling to the edge of the table as your thighs started to shake.

“Willy—” you gasped, your voice breaking into something high and desperate. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice raw with heat. “You’re gonna come, baby. And I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna take everything.”

And you did.

Your orgasm slammed into you, wild and consuming, ripping through your body like a live wire. You sobbed his name as your walls clenched hard around him, your legs nearly giving out from under you. Your whole body shook, bent over that table like something shattered open inside you. But William held you—kept you grounded. His hand never left your neck. His voice never stopped whispering praise.

“That’s it. Let go for me. So good for me. Just like that.”

You were still trembling when he slowed his pace—just enough to keep you riding the high, to draw it out until you were whimpering from the intensity.

And then he pulled out—just slightly—only to thrust in again with a rough, growled, “Mine.”

You gasped, dazed, still wrung out. “W-Wait—too much—”

He leaned over your back, kissing your shoulder gently. “You can take it,” he murmured, his voice suddenly softer but no less commanding. “Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

He gave you a moment. One long, slow thrust at a time. Just enough to help you recover. His hand dragged soothing circles across your spine while the other slid down to squeeze your hip. His lips brushed over the back of your neck, damp with sweat.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, like he couldn’t help himself. “So tight. So perfect.”

You whimpered, slowly grounding again, your breath syncing with his. Your body still hummed from the orgasm, but there was something grounding in the way he held you now—in the heat of his body pressed against yours, in the way his voice melted into your skin.

“Ready?” he asked, nuzzling behind your ear.

You nodded. “Please.”

His pace picked up again—still rough, still deep, but tempered by a kind of reverence now. Like he’d taken what he needed, and now he was savouring the rest. He kissed along your shoulder as he drove into you, groaning into your skin with every thrust.

“I can’t—” he gasped. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—”

His movements turned frantic, desperate. His hips stuttered and he let out a long, guttural groan as he came hard, spilling inside you with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of him. He collapsed over your back, chest heaving, arms curling around your waist to hold you close.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Just the sound of your breathing, tangled and shallow. The aftershocks. The weight of what just happened.

Eventually, William leaned forward, brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. His fingers traced lightly along your sides, grounding you with every pass.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice thick with tenderness.

You nodded against the table, spent but full, and so utterly his.

He helped you upright gently, turning you to face him. His eyes were soft now—no more dominance, just love. He tucked your hair behind your ear and rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he murmured.

You smiled, breathless. “Even when I’m a brat?”

He chuckled, kissing you slow and deep. “Especially then. Guess I really did keep my promise.”

You leaned into his chest, smirking. “You mean your threat?”

He kissed your forehead. “Same thing.”

And as he led you out of the room with a hand resting proudly on your ass, you knew he’d remember this little outfit forever.

But you also knew something else.

You’d never stop teasing him.

Because no matter how wild he went for it, he’d always want more.

[rockybloo]

Do you have any ocs with 4C hair? ^^

Off the top of my head, Maple for sure.

She can even mold her hair to make bear ears.

[celestial-games]

do you have a rosy maple moth already?

I do :]

So far I think this is the only moth I've made ! The first of many :)

[asklarryjohnsonofficial]

Happy pride! *Gives everyone very specific pride flags, INCLUDING Travis.*

Happy Pride Month!!

[tiger-balm]

joeys post-game talking about mitch | march 10th 2025

[heirhonkful]

hi beloved mutual gwenivere i am sneaking up and slapping maple's butt again. both hands. super loud.

I couldn’t figure out which of these was funnier

So here’s both

[zieisonline]

Okay I'm late to the party and have never really been a william nylander girl (or cockwarming really) but I am obsessed

Like I need so much more deets, like him waking you up with super slow tender sex and then just staying inside you for hours holding his cum in as you watch movies in bed, or him coming back from a road trip and just being all clingy and finding hugging you, you're still to far away 🥵🫠

I’m so happy your eyes have been open to the world of William 💗🫶🏼 and cockwarming

I think you’ve said it best honestly, but some more filthy Willy thoughts below!

Warnings: detailed descriptions of somno, free use, cockwarming, and unprotected sex

Some days, the early morning is the only time he gets to spend alone with you, so he has to utilize his time wisely, wanting to have something to think back on throughout the day when he inevitably starts to miss you.

You would look so beautiful resting against the pillows, slow, even breaths causing your bare chest to rise and fall rhythmically. He just couldn’t bring himself to wake you, and after all, you had the discussion long ago that he was free to use you whenever he needed, and he needed you often.

Utilizing his strength to maneuver you onto your side to face him, he would pull one of your legs up to hook around his waist, securing you close to him before placing a tender kiss to your forehead.

He works quickly, unwilling to waste any more of the morning without being inside you.

He’s gentle, making sure to warm you up with his hand, not wanting to hurt you.

Your unconscious body reacts to him easily, and soon your hips are unknowingly rolling slowly and lazily onto his hand.

He’s so enamored with you and how you can be so absolutely perfect for him even while you were asleep.

Once you are both appropriately prepped, he enters you happily, burying himself deep inside you, not wanting an inch of space between you.

He raises a hand to move your disheveled bed head from your face and takes a moment to savor the moment of being here with you, safe in the small world you have created within the walls of your apartment.

He debates wasting the rest of the morning exactly like this; cradling you in his arms in a tender embrace as the sun rises in the window behind him.

But then he feels you move. Your walls clenching tightly around him, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you react to something in your dream.

The feeling engulfs him, and he feels the heat stirring in his lower abdomen, making it hard to hold back any longer.

Slowly at first, he begins to thrust inside you, trying his hardest not to wake you.

He doesn’t last long like that, the feeling of your velvet walls wrapped snug around his dick too much to handle, his pace increasing.

It’s a delicious feeling to wake up to. Your eyes are bleary and your body is moving before you can register why or how, and a soft moan falls from you unconsciously.

All of your senses are surrounded by him. By William.

His scent, his heat, his skin, and the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot deep inside of you.

You wrap your arms around him in a feeble attempt to ground yourself, your mind still lost somewhere between awake and sleep, suddenly only focused on chasing the euphoric feeling building within you.

“Good morning.” He would hum, and you would become transfixed in his tender loving gaze, lost in his sweet baby blue eyes.

“M-morning.” You would attempt, but the prickling feeling of pleasure blanketing you proves to be too much to focus on anything else.

He showers you in praises, squeezing you so close that his lips are touching your skin, mumbling about how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you.

He would continue to press firmly into you, hitting that special soft spot that drove you crazy until you became a panting, sweaty mess.

After having been together for so long, he can pick up easily on your tells, knowing you are about to cum before you even register it yourself.

He kisses you passionately as you unravel around him, moaning and gasping into his mouth, hands digging deep into his skin as the feeling awakens you fully, pulling you violently down to earth.

He isn’t far behind, the sounds of your orgasm going straight through him, making his dick twitch in pleasure.

You feel as though your bones are rubber, your body a liquified mess beneath him, but you do your best to work him through his high, arching into him, kissing him with the same passion he provided you.

He releases inside you, making you so full you squirm around him.

He nuzzles his head into your skin and lets his satisfied smile spread across his face.

“What a way to wake up.”

He giggles that signature Willy laugh and begins tracing small circles across your skin, unable to spend a moment without touching you.

“I didn’t mean to get you all sweaty.” He admits, looking down at you with his soft gaze. “I’ll go run a bath for you.” He leans down to peck your lips, but your grip on him tightens as a pout appears on your face.

“You still have another hour before you have to go. Let’s just stay like this for a little longer.” You beg, holding onto him as though he may disappear. “Please.”

He blinks rapidly, and wonders when you became a mind reader. When his thoughts became yours.

He would never be the first to pull away, instead settling further into the bed. Playing with your hands, tracing kisses along your exposed skin

You would savor the feeling of him holding his release deep inside of you for so long, feeling so close that even after he eventually leaves for the day you have the feeling of him nestled inside you ghosting throughout your body, reminding you of the morning you experienced.

This feeling would follow you all the way until you tuck yourself into bed at night, naked, just how Willy likes it.

And you would sleep, dreaming of being awoken the same way once again.