#william asks and or answers

[wispoet69]

Pretend this is Emo Biwi pretend this is Emo Biwi pretend this is Emo Biwi pretend th

Hey... I noticed you were into poetry...

Do you wanna, like... join my poetry club...

I wouldn't enjoy it, or anything... but I guess it could be cool for the club to be, like, more than just me...🖤⛓️🐺🩸🦴💔

huh.... i didnt know there was any fellow poetry enjoyers here...... that sounds pretty cool...... i guess...ahahahaaaaaa........ 🥀🐺🥀

[metamatronic]

(ignore that i fully missed the ask button on the first attempt in my eagerness and accidentally unfollowed and refollowed)

Love your WilliamWasFramed!AU! It's such a fun and unique take on all the characters!

I'm curious about a few things 👀 How did "Eggs" and Springtrap bumping into each other at Fazbear's Frights that first time go? What's Phone Dude's thoughts on Springtrap and also the nightguard he chats on the phone with who's toootally not the same person? And if someone were to, say, write a fanfic of your AU, what'd be your ao3 username so the work can be properly gifted over there-

First Impressions Are Tough

Will eventually managed to convince the night-guard to let him into the office, but it took some time to get through to him—something about ‘Eggs’ having a nasty run-in with a “friendly-sounding” animatronic in the past.

(Also, my AO3 is metamatronic as well! If anyone were to write me anything I would cry fr /pos)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Special Guest

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

POV: First-person

Fandom: UConn’s Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: we have a special guest for the podcast

Tags: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @authentic-girl03 , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani

I adjust my mic and glance at Kayla, who’s lounging comfortably against my pillows, setting up her recording equipment.

“So, let me get this straight,” I start, tilting my head at her. “You, Kayla Williams, decided that my dorm—my bed, specifically—was the best place to record this episode?”

Kayla smirks. “You act like this isn’t the most comfortable setup ever. It’s cozy, it’s intimate, it’s giving vibes. Plus, do you really think I was about to record in one of those stiff chairs in the common room? Be so for real.”

I shake my head, laughing. “You just didn’t wanna book a studio.”

“Correct.” She grins, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. “Now, get comfy, and let’s start—”

Before she can finish, my dorm door swings open, and in walks Paige.

Scratch that—drags herself in.

She looks exhausted, still in her practice gear, her low ponytail a little frizzy from sweat, and her duffle bag barely hanging onto her shoulder. She doesn’t say anything, just lets out a deep sigh and makes a beeline for my bed.

“Uh, hey?” I say, watching as she tosses her bag to the floor, taking her ponytail out and flops onto the mattress like she’s been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Without hesitation, she burrows into me, laying her head directly on my stomach, her arms loosely wrapping around my waist.

I blink down at her. “Paige?”

She hums in response but doesn’t move.

Kayla raises an eyebrow. “Yo, is she good?”

“She had morning practice,” I explain, running a hand through Paige’s locs. “Guess it wiped her out.”

Kayla snickers. “Nah, this is crazy. She didn’t even say hi.”

I poke Paige’s shoulder. “You good, baby?”

Paige nuzzles deeper into me, sighing. “Mhm.”

“Wanna move?”

“No.”

I glance at Kayla, who’s grinning like she’s witnessing something hilarious.

“Oh, she’s whipped,” Kayla says, adjusting her mic. “You sure you still wanna record? Your girl looks real comfortable.”

I glance down at Paige, who’s already breathing slower, her body completely relaxed against mine.

“She’ll be fine,” I say, settling back into the pillows. “If she’s tired enough to fall asleep while we talk for an hour, she probably needs the rest.”

Kayla shakes her head, still smirking. “Alright, your relationship is crazy soft, but let’s get into it.”

She presses record, and just like that, we start the episode.

—

Thirty minutes in, Paige hasn’t moved an inch.

She’s completely knocked out, her breath warm against my hoodie, her arms still lazily wrapped around me. Every now and then, she shifts, sighs, or tightens her grip, but for the most part, she’s dead to the world.

Kayla, of course, is having way too much fun with this.

“Okay, so what I’m gathering,” she says, pointing at Paige’s sleeping form, “is that you got this superstar, face-of-UConn-basketball, Paige Bueckers, so down bad that she literally needs to be on you to function properly?”

I roll my eyes. “She’s just tired.”

Kayla gives me a look. “Nah, see, I’ve known Paige for a while, and I ain’t never seen her like this with anyone else.”

I fight a smile, absentmindedly running my fingers through Paige’s hair. “She likes being close to me. Is that a crime?”

Kayla grins. “Not at all. It’s just hilarious how you try to act all nonchalant about it.” She leans toward the mic dramatically. “Y’all, let it be known that Paige Bueckers is a clingy girlfriend. Possibly the clingiest.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “She’s not that clingy.”

Kayla gestures at Paige. “Bro. She fell asleep on you mid-podcast. You might as well get her a ‘Property of Y/N’ shirt at this point.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “She does have a hoodie that says ‘Y/N’s Favorite.’”

Kayla howls. “Oh, nah! That’s crazy. Ain’t no way.”

I nod, grinning. “Got it for her last Valentine’s Day.”

Kayla wipes a fake tear. “This is beautiful. True love.”

I shake my head, still smiling as we move on to the next topic.

—

By the time we wrap up the episode, Paige is still dead asleep.

Kayla stretches, cracking her knuckles. “Alright, that’s a wrap. Great episode, and we got bonus content of you being the human equivalent of a teddy bear.”

I snort. “Glad I could provide entertainment.”

Kayla stands, gathering her stuff. “I gotta bounce, but good luck getting your girl off you.” She nudges Paige’s leg. “Yo, Bueckers, you alive?”

Paige groans, barely lifting her head. “Barely.”

Kayla smirks. “Your girl’s free now. You gonna let her move?”

Paige ignores her, instead snuggling back into me, her voice muffled against my hoodie. “No.”

Kayla cackles. “Yeah, I’m outta here.”

She gives me a knowing look before heading for the door. “Text me when you finally escape.”

I roll my eyes. “Bye, Kayla.”

Once she’s gone, I glance down at Paige, brushing a few stray locs out of her face. “You good, sleepyhead?”

Paige hums. “Better now.”

I smile. “You slept through my whole podcast, you know.”

She grins sleepily, eyes still closed. “Best nap I’ve ever had.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “You’re so spoiled.”

She finally cracks one eye open, looking up at me with that soft, lazy smile of hers. “By you? Absolutely.”

I can’t even argue with that. Instead, I kiss her forehead, letting her sink back into me.

She’s gonna be wide awake later, and I should make her get up soon.

But for now?

I let her stay exactly where she is.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[teruel-a-witch]

Scott Caan making Danny walked like a slutty, cunty diva with his butts swaying left and right is certainly a choice, Steve is braver than the marine for not touching Danny ass like how is he fitting his slacks with all of that cake omg, especially whenever he bends his body like you are so insane Scott Caan (sorry for acting like a horny person in your ask danny's butts haunt me)

haha no you are absolutely right he do be swaying them hips

(gif from this post)

and he does like to park his hands and bend over tables so true

Steve is just fighting for his life every day like 'god why do I have to be your strongest soldier?'

(lmao it's alright Danny's butt is our fandom's National treasure and Alex the Ship Captain literally did applaud dat ass so you are in good company)

[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. 

[yurilover000]

feeling evil rn thinking abt ellie sending u ten zillion nudes every damn night bc she always horny for u

she is so one of those ppl that turn into a different being the second it hits like 11pm. i just know u two would be flirting playfully over text and then boom there’s a voice message where all u hear is her shaky breaths and her fingers playing in her wet pussy. lemme eat it 👅

or she’d send u some dark grainy photo of her hand in her boxers, maybe even one of her cute tits even tho she’d get shy🙈 she knows u love them

after a bit of messy sexting where u both r typing slowly with one hand (and many typos), she’d send you a little video of herself. she’d start recording, then set up her phone against her bunched up comforter and the audios all muffled for a sec. shed fully shimmy off her boxers that were down to her thighs, kicking them to the side so you can fully see. her room is all dark, maybe a lamp on idk, and all you see is her shaky hand fingering herself n rubbing her clit so fast. she’d whimper your name and say stuff like “can you see?” to the camera aww. at one point she’d kinda go quiet and focus on cumming for u, then sending u the video a bit hesitantly now that she’s out of that embarrassing horny fog that plagued her brain.

ofc u sent one back too and she saved it for later. sike she watched it and got wet again, didn’t respond for a few minutes which had you kinda nervy, then she texted back after her second orgasm.

“can we facetime next time?”

daily click palestine info don’t buy tlou

[dovewingkinnie]

can I give Willy head pats?

(its probably because you called him willy)

[the-ooftroop]

I can faintly remember you drawing different kinds of Springtraps across the fnaf media on your now deleted X/twitter account,I was wondering if you uploaded those drawings on another platform or they were only exclusive on X.

I don't think I posted them anywhere else so I'll repost them here! Thanks for asking :D

[justladders]

so would your version of william afton be the dead looking one, because springy is

well

fancy?

Actually William -like when he was alive- would be "a guy." If anything, he'd probably just look like "a nice man."

Because that's the whole thing about William. He was just a guy, nothing weird or suspicious on the outside. If anything he was most likely a very amicable and charismatic guy to be able to keep his business going after all of the literal deaths there.

I want to get a proper/final William design and just haven't gotten the right inspiration yet, but yeah he's not super inherently-evil or depraved looking. I do actually have an old concept of what I've called "springtrap unmasked" that's more in the realm of "crazy looking." Assume what you will based on the name, because I was going to update that one as well before sharing :)

[ellierium]

꩜.𖥔 ˖ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ (ɢɪᴠɪɴ' ᴜᴘ). [ᴇ.ᴡ. & ᴀ.ᴀ.]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ.

A ROUTINE patrol goes wrong for our friendly neighborhood spider-woman! who can she rely on in this time of need? our favorite human-host and alien-symbiote duo, of course!

pairing: modern!venom!abby anderson x modern!spider-woman!ellie williams tags: frenemies (?) to lovers, comedy, ellie williams is a bad spiderman, abby anderson is a worse venom, physical hurt/comfort, symbiote healing, blood, slight gore. mdni. a/n: um. is this too niche? i used to write for spider-verse... and i am just a girl i fear. I'll probably post this on ao3 as well. have fun! ⸺ℰ word count: 1.4k

Ellie’s desperate, she knows that. 

Really, she does.

She's not entirely sure what comes over her. Not sure what possesses her to swing her way to Abby Anderson’s apartment in goddamn Hell’s Kitchen, not sure what has her colliding with the wall unceremoniously because of course she stumbles. Maybe it’s the piece of scrap metal stuck in her side. Honestly, she's not even sure if Abby is home.

So, she knocks. 

This really isn’t her best idea. She has a lot of those, but this is definitely one of the worst ones. She thinks she knows what she wants – she wants Abby to force her to go to the hospital and see a doctor. 

But she knows what she really wants is for Abby to fix her up herself. She wants Abby to joke around with her, try to make her laugh to distract her from the blood she's losing. That’s all a maybe, though– it’s if she lets herself really yearn. 

She stands there in her shredded suit and a stretched-out t-shirt she snatched from a street vendor, waiting for Abby to answer the door. She thinks she looks weird. She knows she looks insane.

She doesn’t have to wait too long– never really does if Abby can help it– but she's not expecting what greets her. She thought Abby would answer the door with that usual Abby Anderson charm – or lack thereof – that lazy smirk on her face because she’s so smug and thinks she’s right all the time. The stormy blue eyes and a sarcastic greeting on her tongue that Ellie wants to kiss her for. She thought she’d be – content, to say the least.

Instead, Abby is standing unnervingly still. Her eyes are dark and her eyebrows are furrowed, her lips are turned down in a frown, and Ellie realizes she has a peep-hole way too late. She's still relieved to see her, just a little bit, anyway. Her lips just barely turn up. “Abby,” she breathes, “I didn’t– Know where to go–”

She's lying. She knew where to go. But she also knew she wouldn’t be able to go out again if Maria and Tommy ever found out that she got beat this bad. Maria would make her life infinitely more difficult than it already is and Tommy would make sure she could never wear the suit again, and she would die, probably, if she spent that much time away from it all.

And fuck, actually, if she wasn’t a little afraid that she could be dying – Abby isn’t a surgeon, can’t possibly take this thing out of her side, but she doesn’t want to go to a hospital, can’t possibly go home on her own. She can’t do anything but feel all this pain, but Abby’s hands are soft where they hold her arms. Abby’s hands are soft and clean and have no blood on them – not yet, anyway, not until Ellie walks into her home. Then the whole place is coated in the stuff – drippy and dark and disgusting– and Ellie just keeps painting the walls with it. 

She blinks as she's guided to Abby’s dining table– God, if I don’t die, I gotta remember to hit up IKEA– 

“Ellie, what the fuck?” She hears Abby’s frantic voice, low and not at all happy– it makes Ellie nauseous, or maybe it's the blood loss, she's not entirely sure, but blood dribbles out of her mouth anyway.

She groans, letting out half-sobs as Abby gently lays her down. Tears well in her eyes– not because of the pain, no– the care. Abby handles her like she's made of glass, and she's not so sure that she isn’t. She honestly doesn’t know what she's made out of– maybe bits and pieces of everyone she's ever known– maybe nothing in particular.

“What the hell happened?” She's asking, and God, Ellie doesn’t fuckin’ know. Doesn’t know a damn thing except that she webbed up that asshole mugger to the side of the closest NYPD precinct, that the scrap metal in her side knocked the wind out of her, that she had to fumble with her webs and blink the spots out of her eyes to make sure she was swinging in the right direction. She barely thought of where to go, just knew that her dear frenemy Abigail Anderson lived on the corner of 10th Ave and W 49th.

The spots are back, her breath is getting shallow, and she’s a little scared. Her hands clench Abby’s wrists.

“Abs–” 

“I’m here,” Abby says, soft and sure above her. Ellie watches her, but Abby’s focused on the wound in her side, on the way the skin keeps trying to heal but then it's ripped open again, a never ending loop of heal, break, heal, break.

“V, help her.” 

Help her, not help me, because she doesn’t need it. Abby’s Symbiote to the rescue, and Ellie’s shivering as he coats her skin. Abby’s there, too, underneath it all – embedded into Venom the way he’s embedded into her. They can’t be apart, and the thought of Abby sticking to her skin makes her warm. She shudders.

“Didn’t puncture anything major,” Abby says, and her eyes glaze over white. Venom blinks down at her once, then again, before Abby’s blue-grey eyes come back to comfort her.

Venom doesn’t say much, makes no sound except for the occasional hum. The goo is sticky, cold and then warm, and she feels their heartbeat against her sternum. It’s soothing, but the pain is getting to her. She can feel Venom seep under her skin, can feel him-her-them rummaging and moving around her organs to isolate the area. The worst part is when Abby pulls the fucking metal out of her side. She cries out, breath wobbly from the blinding pain that tears through skin and muscle. Might as well go straight to the bone, too.

She can barely breathe, can’t really think, but Abby looks like she's crying. Ellie just can’t have that.

“Knew you never– fuck–” She coughs, spits blood right into her own shoulder, doesn't want to stain anything else red, “–never liked me.” 

It makes Abby laugh, just barely, but it sounds more like she's trying not to choke on her breaths. Her hand rests on Ellie’s chest, where her heart beats, a little too quickly, but it’s fine. At least it’s beating. They sit and breathe and cry— Abby’s hands are still soft on her chest, Ellie’s head is still pounding. When she looks down, both of their hands are covered in blood. It makes her warm for some reason. 

“You gonna tell me what happened?” Abby asks after a few minutes, maybe an hour, maybe more. Ellie sighs, coughs again. The wound is tender, but there's no blood in her mouth. It’s the little things.

“Just wanted to finish,” she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut, “Didn't think about getting hurt.” 

“Stupid of you,” Abby says quietly, “Almost Venom-stupid.”

“Almost,” she agrees, grins despite herself, would laugh if she could. It hurts too much, though, just like Abby’s eyes on her right now. 

“HEY!” Venom barks, tendrils building until his head forms right by Abby’s right arm. He interrupts the moment, and for some reason, she’s a little thankful for it. “I SAVED YOUR LIFE. DID NOT EAT YOU. I COULD. I SHOULD. WE WANT TO.”

Abby shushes him, shoving at his head half-heartedly. Venom responds by digging his teeth into her arm, which does nothing. He chews angrily.

“You’re not eating her. You just had chocolate.”

“CHOCOLATE IS GOOD. I WANT MORE! HER SPLEEN IS RIGHT THERE, I COULD–”

Abby shoves him again as Ellie watches on. Nothing more to do now that she’s healed up, but the wound in her side is held together by her own skin and pieces of Venom. Pieces of Abby and Venom, because it's always two, and never just the one. Not anymore.

Ellie doesn’t say much when Abby preps the pull-out couch, but she does thank Venom when he slithers up out of nowhere to give her a pillow. It’s the softest thing she’s ever held (probably) and she takes note of the way Abby hides a blush that reaches the tips of her ears.

She doesn’t comment, and instead says goodnight when Abby turns the light off in the living room.

[spoiledmilks]

Glitched out comic - the beginning

Next chapter

[wispoet69]

Hey guys.... Its me.... William Wisp..... 🥀

I use he/they pronouns and I'm a bisexual..... 🥀

I hope my friends don't have tumblr.... I may be ridiculed for my peotry...... 🥀

OOC under the cut...... 🥀

HI GUYS!! ITS ME!! @red-might-be-dead !!!

I FINALLY MADE A RP BLOG!!! REJOICE!!!

god i hope my dignity can stand being william wisp

#william wispers - general text posts

#poems i hear in my dreams - awful AWFUL wolf poetry that will cause extreme psychic damage to those reading it

#william asks and or answers - asks and responding to asks i get lmao

#wisp interactions - idk, talking to other rp blogs??

#william rewispers - reblogs in character

#wisposting - wisps hijack the blog lmao

#red is fucking stupid and breaks character - ooc shit :> basically if it doesnt have this tag its in character lmao

this william is from just after fauna btw :D!!

THIS WILL EITHER GO OKAY OR VERY POORLY, WE'LL SEE!!!

[skelemi]

Do you ever think about the fact that Murderface got punched by THE Nathan Explosion and strangled by a pissed priest when he was just surprisingly trying to do a decent christmas special along Knubbler? Because I do

Did he kinda deserve it? Kinda? Not really? Anyhow, I still don't think he gets genuinely asked if he's okay

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Wash Day

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: Letting Paige help you with your hair.... call in reinforcement.... right now

Tag: @starlighttsv

It was wash day, and I was already regretting not starting earlier. The coils of my hair were stretched and dry, practically begging for some love. As I sat cross-legged on the floor of Paige’s dorm, surrounded by products—conditioners, leave-ins, oils, and detangling brushes—I sighed. Paige stood above me, hands on her hips, looking at the scene with mild panic.

“Babe,” Paige started, crouching down to my level. “I love you, but I don’t think I’m qualified for this.”

I gave her a tired smile. “You said you wanted to help.”

“I did! I do!” she quickly corrected. “But this… this looks like a full-time job. Are you sure I can’t call in backup?”

I rolled my eyes, pulling the spray bottle closer. “I’ve got it. Just—pass me the wide-tooth comb.”

Paige did as I asked but couldn’t resist adding, “If things go south, I’m calling Kayla. Or Azzi. Maybe even Ice. Someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”

“I’m right here, you know,” I teased, spraying water onto a section of my hair.

---

Twenty minutes in, Paige had convinced me to let her detangle a section. Big mistake.

“Okay, so… I just start at the ends, right?”

“Yes, *gently*,” I reminded her, wincing as she yanked a little too hard.

“Sorry! Sorry! This stuff is like a jungle!”

I smacked her arm playfully. “It’s not *stuff,* it’s my hair. And you’re supposed to be helping, not clowning.”

She grinned sheepishly, then held up her phone. “Alright, I’m calling Kayla.”

“Paige, no—”

“Too late!” she interrupted, already FaceTiming her.

Kayla’s face popped up on the screen, and she immediately burst into laughter. “Oh my God, what is happening over there?”

“I tried to help with wash day,” Paige admitted, flipping the camera to show the mess surrounding us. “And I think I’m failing.”

Kayla shook her head, laughing. “Yeah, no. I’m coming over. You need professional help.”

“Bring snacks!” Paige added.

---

About fifteen minutes later, Kayla showed up with not just snacks but KK and Azzi in tow. Ice and Aubrey were close behind, and it was clear they had *all* come to clown Paige.

KK was the loudest, pulling out her phone the moment she walked in. “Y’all, look at this!” she said, going live on Instagram. “Paige tried to help her girlfriend with wash day and almost ruined the whole operation!”

“KK, stop!” Paige yelled, trying to grab the phone.

“Too late,” KK said, laughing as the comments rolled in.

Azzi sat beside me on the floor, inspecting my hair with an approving nod. “You’re doing great, by the way. Paige, not so much.”

“Azzi!” Paige groaned, while Kayla pushed her to the side and got to work.

---

With Kayla leading the charge, the atmosphere turned into a mini hair care seminar. Azzi and Kayla worked on sectioning and detangling, while Ice handed them products like she was the hairdresser’s assistant. Aubrey and KK were still making jokes in the background, much to Paige’s frustration.

“See, you have to take smaller sections,” Kayla explained, showing Paige how to work through my coils without yanking.

Paige nodded solemnly. “Smaller sections. Got it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously she was taking the lesson now. “You’re really invested in this, huh?”

“Of course I am,” she said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “If I’m going to help you, I want to do it right.”

KK made a gagging noise from the corner. “Y’all are so soft, it’s disgusting.”

“Hush, KK,” Kayla said, throwing a hair tie at her.

---

By the time we were done, my hair was clean, detangled, and styled in chunky twists. I felt lighter, and the soreness in my scalp was worth it. Paige sat beside me, looking proud of herself despite not doing much.

“So, how’d I do?” she asked, grinning.

“Honestly?” I teased. “You’re better as moral support.”

“Rude,” she replied, pulling me into her lap. “But fair.”

“Next time,” Kayla said, packing up the hair products, “just call me first. It’ll save everyone some time.”

“Noted,” Paige said, stealing one of the snacks Kayla had brought.

---

Later that night, as Paige and I cuddled on the couch, she played with one of the twists in my hair.

“I really do want to learn, you know,” she said softly.

I looked up at her, my heart melting. “I know. And I appreciate it.”

“Even if KK clowns me for the rest of my life?”

“Especially then,” I replied, kissing her cheek.

She smiled, pulling me closer. “Good. Because I’m not giving up.”

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[teruel-a-witch]

God bless scott caan for his big ass butt so danny can have it too, not to mention his pecs, he might be short but his butts and boobs are big

don't forget his slutty waist

that man is snatched for no reason and no wonder steve isn't normal about him

[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.