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tqmies · 11 months ago

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WE'RE NOT FRIENDS | K. Gyuvin

Description. Gyuvin's not jealous - he doesn't even have a reason to be. You two were just friends who fucked sometimes! But in the back of his head, he knows he yearns for more, but do you?

Not tryna talk, just tryna kiss ya'. NOT FRIENDS // LOOΠΔ

Pairing. Fwb!Gyuvin x Fem!Reader

Warnings. MDNI. Smut, Curse words, Oral, Penetration, Condom Use (Wrap it), Crying (Not in a bad way)

Word count. 4K

Note: I wanted to do something better than this but I also wanted to get it out! Inspired by my anons who loved jealous gyuvin <3

You smile as you enter the dorm, greeted immediately by Gyuvin's friends. They must've known you were coming, you giggle as you follow through the hallway, Hanbin immediately going into a spiel about something that happened at work that morning.

You nodded in understanding, "You're so strong 'Bin, I would've thrown the drink at the customers face."

He laughed as he shook his head. "I'd be jobless."

You're about to respond when you're pulled away by a chattering Matthew, "Dude I have to tell you about this new machine they added to the gym-"

"Wait wait," Jiwoong appears out of seemingly nowhere. "First I have to show you this cat I took a picture of!"

He pulls out his phone, Hanbin and Matthew growing silent as they want to see the cat as well. You gasp in adoration as Jiwoong locates the picture. "Awe! Oh my goodness, he's so fat!"

Jiwoong nods. "Exactly!"

He's about to continue when Taerae comes barreling out of his room, dimples appearing as he speaks. "I heard your voice and came running."

You scrunch your nose, teasing. "Gosh, I didn't realize you were all so excited to see me."

"You need to come around more often so we can update you normally," Hanbin offers before looking apologetic. "Instead of clamoring around you before you can even make it to the living room."

You chuckle in response. "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Hao's out, but Ricky and Gunwook just left to go get us food! What do you want? I'll text them!" Matthew interjects, already typing on his phone before you wave him off.

You grip the box in your hand. "Ah, it's okay. I'm not staying, just came by to-"

"You're not staying?!" Yujin walks up before crossing his arms, wearing a pout. The younger always knew how to guilt trip you with those puppy eyes.

"I just came to drop off something for Gyuvin." You look around, noting that indeed, as you had thought, none of the boys around you were him. Funny how the others were more excited to see you.

"Oh come on," Taerae places a hand on your shoulder. "You should stay, eat with us!"

You stand awkwardly, not sure if Gyuvin would want you to stay. He hasn't even come out of his room to greet you yet. "I don't know.."

"Please?" Yujin begs, and you always had a soft spot for the younger boy. He reminded you of a little brother who just wanted his sister to stay for dinner. How could you say no to that?

"Well," You contemplate, you really should just drop the box off and leave. You sigh in defeat though, the faces around you looking so excited at the prospect. "Okay, I'll stay."

"Yes!" Jiwoong smiles, as the others look visibly happy as well. They were always so kind to you, and you were always glad Gyuvin's friends took a liking to you.

Oh, right. Gyuvin.

"I'll be right back, okay?" You say, making your way through to the point of the visit's room. You knock softly on his door, knowing it was just him alone in there, but also not wanting to disturb him if he was busy.

He opens the door, eyes immediately shifting to the box. He reaches it for it, "Thanks-"

You pull it back towards you. "Hey, how are you? Oh me? I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking! I did just drive all the way here to bring you this package that you ordered to my house so that way your roommates wouldn't get into it! Oh wow, thanks for the favor, I appreciate it so much that I'll even come greet you by the door when you get here."

He waits for you to finish your rendition as he looks down, your little mocking speech leaving him unamused. "You had plenty of people to greet you at the door."

You narrow your eyes, shoving the box into his hand in annoyance. "That's not the point, I came to see you."

Gyuvin just stares before he opens his mouth to speak but he's quickly interrupted by Matthew entering the hallway. "Food's here!"

You don't move, standing as you wait for Gyuvin to say something, anything. But he just gestures behind you before repeating, "Food's here."

You turn in disappointment, you don't know what you wanted him to say. But it definitely wasn't that.

You join the others at the dining table as they scoot over to make room for you. Seeing as one of them is missing, there's just the right amount of chairs.

Normally, you'd sit wherever there was room, but Ricky was quick to greet you and offer you the seat next to his. He pats the chair, "This one's open."

That's bullshit, Gyuvin notes. There were several other chairs that were open because not everyone was sitting yet. Like himself, who was waiting for you to sit so he could sit next to you.

That dream slowly dies in front of him as Jiwoong takes the seat to the other side of you, having to strangle off Hanbin for it. He shows you something on his phone that has you smiling brightly.

And for some twisted reason that he can't exactly explain.

Gyuvin hates it.

It's the same feeling he felt deep in the pit of his stomach earlier. He came out of his room right away to see you, but was stopped in his tracks when he saw the others hovering over you.

You seemed to forgotten who you had even come to see, so he sulked his way back to his room, unable to pinpoint what exactly it was that he was feeling.

Ricky, being the little shit he was, would call it jealously every time he would spill about his feelings —He only resorted to consulting him after Jiwoong suggested it was indigestion— but Gyuvin disagrees.

Why would he even be jealous? You two were just friends!

Friends who regularly fogged up his car windows from the backseat in an empty parking lot when he needed to clear his mind.

Friends who would often grind on each other in the dark of his room, his computer screen the only source of light in the late hours of the night.

Friends who were on their knees for each other when the other was stressed, because that's what friends are for, right?

But the word remained. Friends.

Even if he wanted to be jealous, he couldn't be, he had no right. You two weren't anything, he doesn't even think you like him like that.

But he thinks that if he has to watch Matthew wink at you one more time, he's going to slam his head against this table. But he's not jealous! Right... It was fine, everything was fine.

"Hao's gonna be upset he missed you, he's learning that one classical song you like on violin." Hanbin speaks up before leaning onto his hand. "What was the name? I can't remember"

Ricky vaguely recalls. "The one from Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Oh my gosh, he's learning Merry Go Round of Life?" You light up in your seat, clearly impressed. You forgot you had mentioned your love for the classical piece to them before.

Gyuvin can feel himself growing bitter, since when did you like that movie? Or that song? And why did he feel so left out right now? And even worse, why was Hao learning it for you? That felt so.. romantic.

"I've never seen that movie." Gunwook innocently comments as he places his chopsticks down.

"Me either." Taerae sighs as an idea pops into your head.

"Oh they're having a special showing of it at the theater next week for it's anniversary! I wanted to go but I didn't think anyone would wanna come with." You pout before raising a brow. "Unless you guys wanna go?"

The two are quick to nod and it's not long before the others pile on and ask if they can tag along too. Gyuvin's pissed, why didn't you just ask him? Of course he would've went to the movie with you. He didn't care what you two did, he just liked spending time together.

Truth be told, you were going to ask Gyuvin. He was your first option, seeing as he's your best friend, but since he was acting weird, maybe it'd be best to hang out with some of the other guys. What was his deal anyways?

Ricky breaks you from your thoughts. "Oh I saw this necklace the other day with your birthstone, but I wanted to ask you before I bought it."

Gyuvin is seething.

"Ricky," You smile as you place your drink down, eyes never leaving his. You were well aware of his habit of dropping money on his friends. That necklace was definitely way out of your price range. "You don't need to buy me anything."

"I want to, it was pretty." He grins, awaiting Gyuvins reaction in his prerifrial vision.

You quirk your head to the side. "I'm sure it was."

"Just like you." Ricky continues as he sees his friend gritting his teeth in the seat across from him. Ricky knew what he was doing, but he was tired of seeing you two run around in circles with each other. He just wanted to just nudge you two in the right direction, or so help him.

Now, Gyuvin could handle everything else. The other boys were just being friendly, he knows they meant well. But his notably attractive supposed best friend directly flirting with you in front of him?

Yeah, that was a no go.

Everyone else at the table grew quiet, knowing Ricky was treading into dangerous territory. Sure, they were a little overbearing at times but even they knew of the unspoken rules pertaining to you. It was known that you were off-limits, a rule set specifically by Gyuvin.

Your face heats up slightly as you stammer for a response, "O-oh.. well.. I think.."

Gyuvin stands, making a commotion as he does so, the noise of his chair scraping the ground enough to call everyone's attention. He turns to you, "Can I talk to you outside?"

You look to Ricky and then back to Gyuvin, unsure of what you should do. But you ultimately know better, "Yeah."

You follow Gyuvin to the balcony, him shutting the curtains away from the prying eyes of his friends as he slid the door closed, at least he knows they can't hear him out here.

He holds the railing, pretending to be entertained as he watches the cars below pass. He doesn't know what to say.

You shift on your feet, waiting for him to speak. You knew when your friend was angry, you just didn't know why.

"Did I do something?" You break the silence.

Gyuvin can't hold it in anymore, he changes the subject. "What are we?"

Your brows furrow as you look taken aback. "What are you talking about? You say it all the time, we're friends."

His lips press into a thin line before he admits, "I don't think friends get jealous over their friend like I do."

"What?" You lean closer. "Jealous?"

"Yes," He maintains, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm jealous seeing the boys crowd around you! Or Jiwoong taking all your attention with some stupid pictures on his phone! Or Hao being able to play your favorite song for you!"

You look down. "Gyuvin-"

"Please just listen," He breathes in, afraid of what you might say. "I did walk out to greet you today, but you looked so busy with them that I felt like you didn't even notice me missing."

You lay your hand over his, encompassing it as he holds the railing. "You know what I was thinking the entire time they were talking to me?"

He shakes his head, willing his hands not to tremble under your touch. "What?"

"I was wondering where you were." You reveal, averting your eyes. "You're my best friend Gyuvin, I'll always look for you."

There it is, that ugly feeling in his stomach again.

"And that's all I'll ever be?"

You're shocked. "What're you trying to say?"

He cuts you off from asking anything further as he blurts out information he hadn't even had time to process yet. "I think I like you."

You stand straighter, still unable to look him in the eye. "You do?"

"I don't want you to go to the movies with Taerae or Gunwook, I want you to go with me! I should be the one buying you gifts, not Ricky!" He raises his voice a little in frustration as he recalls earlier.

The immediate clarity washes over him as he realizes he's out of line. "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. I know we're not exclusive and I have no right-"

You cut him off from his ramblings with a kiss, lips crashing into each other with an all too familiar feeling. Except this time, it's not just lust taking over, it's something different. And you don't want it to stop.

You run your hands through his hair and pull him closer, if that's even possible, and deepen the kiss. Gyuvin's beyond surprised because if there was one thing you didn't do — it was kiss.

He can recall all the times you would be fumbling with his shirt as you tried to pull it off, and he would try to catch your lips in his, only for you to abruptly pull back and refuse. Friends don't kiss, you had said.

He really hoped this meant what he thought it did.

You gently release him from the kiss, cheeks flushed as you point inside. "Not here, let's go to your room."

"We can't go inside, everyone will hear." He reminds you before teasing. "And you're never very quiet."

You roll your eyes as you snark, "Yeah well you aren't exactly a silent mouse either."

He laughs under his breath before it dawns on him. "My car?"

You snap your head towards him as you look unconvinced. He's about to suggest something else when you grab his hand while shrugging. "Your car it is."

You drag him inside, running past a table of prying and confusing eyes, who's calls for your names you ignore, and yank his keys off the hook. You two bolt out the front door, and could the elevator be any slower?

Finally, you reach his car and climb into the backseat.

You immediately pull him onto you, wanting to kiss him until you couldn't breathe anymore. He was making you dizzy, you needed him more than ever.

He felt the exact same way, revealing in you as he was content on just kissing. His body betrays him though, your clothed cunt laid directly beneath his dick now, and suddenly he's grinding with such vigor despite the fact that you had only just began.

You break the kiss before you whisper, “Do you have a condom?”

His eyes widen, "Y-yeah, in the center console."

You wait as he just stares at you, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little awkward. "Well I'm a little stuck here so-"

He snaps into it before digging through and retrieving one. "Right! Right.."

You smile a little at his antics, you were horribly whipped. Though he doesn't take his pants off immediately, instead opting to pocket the condom. He fumbles with his hands a little nervously, "Do you think I can eat you out first?"

"What?" You stammer. Sure, he had done it many times before, but he never been this nervous. There's something so whiny in his tone, like he needs it more than you do. So you oblige, "Alright."

He lights up at that. "Lean back."

You had never been eaten out this way before, usually Gyuvin was grabbing you to sit on his face, to which usually ended up in you teasing and grinding on it.

But he has no qualms about it, as he dives right into laying his tongue against your heat. He teases for a bit, running it over your clit before you buck up your hips in protest. “Please Gyuvin, just make me feel good, no one can like you.”

His pupils blow wide. "Fuck, yes baby."

Then he gets to work, tongue entering you as you swear you start to see stars. He doesn't let up, burying his face between your legs as he holds them down on either side of the small car seats.

He's leaving marks on your thighs from how hard he grips them as leverage. He's swirling his tongue around your swollen nub, taking in the taste of you.

You gasp out in pleasure, hips slightly bucking but your strength is nothing against Gyuvins. You're lost in pleasure, but you miss him though, you want to see your pretty boys face. You want him to kiss you again.

"Feels so good," You moan out, tears pricking your eyes.

"You taste even better." He mumbles against your clit. "Love that I get to have you like this, who is this for? Please just say it's for me."

You nod, before remembering he can't see you. "You! Haah- only you!"

He speeds up, slurping you with determination you had never seen before. You grab around, unable to really see due to teary eyes, and attempt to pull at his hair. "Wait, wait."

He lifts his head up, "What happened?"

"I-I wanna.. see you," You babble, "Wanna see you, Gyuvin."

His heart thumps at that, you wanted to look at him? He crawls towards your face as he pulls you into another sloppy kiss, mouths sliding in motion as you can taste yourself on him.

You can also feel his dick poking at your leg, begging to be freed from its constraints. So you lean your hand down and press on it, while he lets out a strained, "Oh - shit - feels so good."

He trembles at your touch, unconsciously bucking his hips into your leg. You tap him, "Can you take your pants off?"

He nods, almost humorous in the way he throws his bottoms off. You sit up as he does too, and push him back against the seat. He still has his underwear on, so you draw your finger around the waistband of it.

You rub him through the material, watching as his face contorts in pleasure and he lets out stagnant whines. He wants more, but above all, he wants to be good for you. "Please touch me, please use me."

You can't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Gyuvin was always more leaning on the soft dominant side, never had he begged for you like this so shamelessly.

He doesn't stop there, even after you slide your hand below. "I want you to fuck me so badly, I can be good for you! You won't need anyone but me- fuck - agh!"

You graze the tip with your thumb before you start pumping him slowly, his plush lips parting as he moans. You can feel your wetness gathering even more simply at the noises he lets out, and you know you need him just as bad as he needs you.

"You look so good like this," You admit, wanting to tease him a little. "So cute with my hand wrapped around your swollen fat dick."

"Please, don't talk like that," His face flushes as he whines at your vulgar choice of words.

"Why not?" You play innocent, fluttering your eyelashes.

He turns away in an attempt to hide his face, but you still hear what he says loud and clear. "I don't want to cum in my pants."

You smile, quirking your head the side. "What if I want you to?"

"Then I wouldn't be able to fuck you," He mumbles as he bites his lip, though he looks like he'd give into your wish if you kept asking.

You perk up at his eagerness. "So I can't put your dick in my mouth?"

His eyes widen in protest, "N-No!"

"Shh," You speak as you lean into his ear, hand still moving as you suppress a giggle at him getting so worked up. "Where's the condom?"

He stiffs up at that, looking around for his pants as you remove your hand. He hurriedly rips open the package once he pulls it out of his discarded jean's pockets, and fumbles with his hands as he slides it on.

You move to lay down on the seats, Gyuvin craning his neck as he hovers over you. His length prodding at your entrance before you knew it. His tip running over your folds in hesitance.

It was far from the first time you've both done this, but he felt ten times more nervous than he ever has. And maybe a bit more appreciative. He winces, "I can't believe I get to fuck you."

You look him in the eye, finding his statement a little amusing. "What?"

"You're just so pretty," He mutters, and he avoids your eyes. "I always get scared that one day you'll decide you think one my friends is hotter, and just decide to stop talking to me."

Your face turns soft as his sudden vulnerability, even if he was about to rearrange your guts. "Trust me, that never would've happened."

"Really?"

"I kissed you back there because I like you Gyuvin." You confirm, the moment feeling so warm despite your lack of clothes. "I never thought I'd be with anyone but you."

He doesn't respond as he slowly slides into you, trying his best not to rut into you. He was holding back a lot tonight, he wanted to show you how much he cared. You couldn't help but feel this was romantic as well, even if it was inside a cramped car.

His eyes can't help but drift down, watching as your walls sucked him in perfectly. He lets out a soft, shattered gasp as you clench him when he finally bottoms out. "Mmm, you always take me so well."

You cry out a little before slurring out his name like a mantra. "Gyuvin, move, please move, fuck - I need you to move."

He moves back a little before he thrusts into you, hands intertwining with yours as he starts to pound into you faster. You weep, lost in pleasure as his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

He can't help but let his emotions in again, "I hate how they look at you. Want to tell them you're all mine but-"

"I'm yours!" You gasp, squeezing his hand as it becomes too much. He's fucking you so deep that you can feel him in your stomach, and you're sure the bulge is visible.

He stops in his tracks, and you're scared you said something wrong. Before you voice it, he cuts you off. "Say it again."

You breathe, confused almost before you realize. You look him in the eyes as you repeat it. "I'm yours."

"Shit," His face flushes as he looks down. "I just came."

"From that?!" You raise your brows, this was unlike him. Never has he came this fast, and the embarrassment was about to settle in.

You're so in love, you don't even care. "Well-"

You're unable to say anything else as he thrusts back into you, catching you off guard. He trembling as he continues, "W-want you to-"

You shake your head, unable to fathom how he's even still hard. His stutter tells you he's sensitive though. "I don't need to."

"But I need it," He whispers lowly. "Need you to cream on my cock."

You can barely process his words as you grab his hand in yours, "Show me how bad you need it."

Gyuvin almost dies from shock. He feels he must've died already with how you treat him so heavenly. So he doesn't stop, pushing himself to the point over overstimulation as he shakes. Nothing you say could stop him now, he was too far gone into you.

"Can't believe you decided to choose me," He rambles as your bodies meld together. "I don't deserve it."

You feel yourself start to tear up, unsure if its from your feelings or from the intense pounding you're getting. Your eyes well up nonetheless, "I'd choose you every time."

He cranes his head into the crook of your neck as his pace never falters, sighing as he kisses away your tears. "As your friend?"

You borderline laugh, sniffling as you do. "Don't be stupid, I don't think we were ever just friends."

He thrusts into you one final time before you're crying out from pleasure, your orgasm running over you. You intertwine your hand with his as you pull him closer. He whispers you through it, telling you an endless string of I-love-you's with baited breath.

Yeah, you two were not friends.

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luvfy0dor · 8 months ago

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“Your Handprint's on my Soul ♡⁠˖” BSD men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

warnings; established relationship (Fyodor only), first interactions, kisses, Dazais can be platonic or romantic

description; aus/tropes with BSD characters, inspired loosley by my old post about book types/tropes

A/n; CHAT IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS AS I WRITE THE A/N IM ONLY 2/3 OF THE WAY DONE W NIKOLAIS AND NO ONE ELSE IS DONE EXCWPT DAZAIS BULLET POINT AND ITS 2 HRS TILL POST TIME GOTTA LOCK IN ALSO TYSM FOR 700 💖💖💖

⑅ Osamu Dazai ⑅

• There was only one bed when Dazai appeared on your doorstep one evening. You don't know where he came from and he wouldn't tell you, but he would certainly tell you he wasn't letting you sleep anywhere but the bed, even if you wouldnt allow him to either.

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'Knock knock knock' was the first thing you heard when you woke from your slumber in the middle of the night. You felt a little unsettled, but still tiptoed out of bed to the door, peering through the peephole only to see the big head of your coworker and friend on the other side of the door. You huffed and unlocked the deadbolt and opened up. "What are you doing here this late at night?" You asked, rubbing your right eye with the palm of your hand and yawning. "Oh, nothing much, just here for a stroll! It's been quite the long time no see, no?" He says, letting himself in and taking off his shoes at the door. "I saw you..." You peered over at the digital clock on your nightstand table down the hallway. "Like, 7 hours ago. And you texted me 3." You sigh and pull up your pajama pants. "Can I sleepover?" Your brows furrowed at his question.

"Can you sleepover- Osamu, we have work in the morning and- ugh, you know what, yeah, you're already here and it's raining, isn't it? How are you completely dry? I...I have so many questions that I'm not gonna ask right now. You can sleep in my bed, just don't touch anything else in my room, especially nothing in or on my nightstand, got it?" He shook his head and steered you towards your room with his hands on your shoulders. "Oh no, that'd be rude of me to take your bed! I'll take the couch." You shook your head and yanked him gently by the wrist. "No, you're taking the bed-" "why don't we both take the bed?" You were silent for a moment. "Yeah, sure, I don't want to keep going back and forth with this." You say with a sleepy shrug. He walked in front of you to your bedroom like he lived here on the regular and tossed his coat aside. You crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers up to your nose and feeling the bed dip beside you when Dazai crawled in too. He also took his fair share of the blankets, but you soon realized that Dazai was a blanket hog. "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kick you if y'dont stop stealin' all the blanket!" You groan, yanking the soft material back towards you. "I am not stealing all the blanket, you're very dramatic." He says, rolling over and scooching closer so that he can still be completely covered by the blanket without yanking it back. Each time you moved, you bunched up more of the blanket and pulled it closer to yourself, leaving Dazai uncovered from his right foot to his knee. "And you call me a blanket hog." He starts to steal some of the comforter back, but you toss it over him and roll over to press your front against his, cuddling him. "You come to my house unannounced and steal my blankets..you can just be another source of heat if you wanna act like this." You sleepily say, eyes still closed as you slur out your words. His face was one of surprise for a moment before it melted into a smile. He put a hand on your head and pulled you closer. "And you know what? That's fine with me."

⑅ Chuuya Nakahara ⑅

• Chuuya reminds me of that one soulmate au where whenever you get marks on your skin, they appear on your soulmates too. Small scars, ink scribbles, and bruises would often appear on Chuuyas, but never because of his own doing.

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Earlier in the morning, Chuuya had noticed a new doodle on his forearm, this time it was one of a cat. Usually it was partially colored-in hearts or imperfect stars, but he always found other drawings of yours to be more amusing. He was currently relaxing on his couch after a long day of work, shoes kicked off and pajamas put on. He'd gotten bored of whatever nonsense he was watching on the TV and decided to examine the kitty on his arm a little more before picking up a pen and deciding to draw one next to it with a little heart in between them. He rolled his eyes at himself, Chuuya Nakahara, the best martial artist in Yokohama and port mafia executive was doodling kitty cats and hearts on his own arm to appease some soulmate he didnt even know. He sighed and leaned back again. It didn't take long for you to notice and quickly scribble a reply that read "Wow, finally. [poorly drawn eye roll emoji] took you long enough to actually interact w/ me! Started to think I didn't have a soulmate." You felt giddy over the whole thing. Yeah, it was stupid, but he drew a cat in love with the cat that you drew! This was the interaction that you had been waiting for since middle school when all the other kids were writing back and forth with their soulmates so much that they'd make frequent trips to the bathroom to wash off old pen ink since they had no phones to text with yet. Teachers hated it, but everyone was already willing to put their education on the back burner for these, essentially, randos. Not Chuuya, though. Chuuya never liked writing on his skin, the way the ballpoint dragged across his pale flesh made him shiver, and so he never replied to you. His focus on other goals also contributed to that ignorance.

After many years though, he finally decided to entertain the whole idea. Chuuya didn't care about who his soulmate was, if he found someone that wasn't them and he loved them, then that was that. He didn't think the universe should decide the only person he could truly be with, so he dated on his own accord. He checked his arm for your reply as if he was checking a watch and he watched the ink appear on his arm, letter by letter and stroke by stroke. He smiled a little and grabbed his pen again. "I never really cared to, no offense." You scoffed when you read that, crossing out the no. "Full offense taken. Anyways, where you from?" He thought on whether or not he really wanted to tell you, so he decided to play it safe. "I'm not telling you that immediately, what are ya, crazy? How old are you?" The number 21 quickly appeared. "And your name?" You started writing out letters, but the ink quickly faded. Chuuya raised an eyebrow and went to write out a couple stray question marks, but the writing came back in a different color. The ink was blue this time. "Y/n." "Okay, y/n, not that you couldn't be lying, I live in Yokohama, Japan. Can I get your number to make this easier?" You smiled and fist pumped. "Yeah, it's ---/---/----." You received a message about four minutes later. "This is better, I have work in the morning and I don't want to have to scrub off any more ink than this tomorrow." You laid in bed, perpendicular to the mattress with your arms hanging off the edge of the bed as you typed out a reply. Your conversation went on for another hour getting to know eachother before he told you that it'd be best for him to go to bed. You wished him a goodnight and he did the same. You knew it'd take a while to build a strong friendship and maybe even relationship, but the thought made you excited nonetheless.

⑅ Fyodor Dostoevsky ⑅

• When I think of my own highschool academic greatness (I'm failing algebra2/trig) I think of Fyodors geniusness and how much highschool/college aus remind me of him. I don't know if he'd try to juggle a relationship and school, but if he did he'd help you be the best student possible while securing that valedictorian title for himself.

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Fyodors slim hand gripped his pencil loosely and moved it acrossed the paper he was given for a written assignment. His hair was pulled back in a super small pony tail and his eyes flickered over to the clock every now and again, waiting for the bell to ring with each passing second. He promised to meet you in the library during lunch to study for your AP Bio test you had coming up at the end of the week. He never minded helping you study, it'd help him retain the knowledge anyways. Finally, the familiar 'ding' sounded throughout the school and he packed up his stuff and left. He walked through the hallways and down the stairs to the library where you were already waiting for him. You smiled and waved him over, opening your school-loaned laptop. "Hey Fedya. I know we always spend lunches together but like, thank you for helping me, I'd be screwed otherwise." You say with a small laugh. He smiles and sits down next to you. "No problem, I don't mind, I did really well in that class anyways." He said while watching you type in your password and pull up an assignment. "Yeah, it's just about- oh! You kept the ponytail in?" You asked him with a smile. You had put his hair up that morning while waiting for the first bell. "Ofcourse I did. It keeps my neck cool." He tells you, tracing shapes on the small of your back with his thumb as he read over the assignment. "This is easy, Myshka, what's the trouble?" "I can't grasp ecology." You say, feeling yourself start to nod off. He raises an eyebrow and hums. "Well, do you sleep during your class like this?" He grins a little. You hum in denial and open your eyes again, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "No, I just stayed up late last night cramming and stuff..." You say, resting your head against your fist. "Well that's probably why you're having trouble, you work when you should be sleeping."

You knew he was right, you had other classes that you were doing work for and you had put AP Bio on the back burner because you, a) didn't want to do it, b) didn't think you could do it, and c) saw that you'd feel more successful seeing all those 0's in other classes turn into grades. "I know, I know." You groaned. "But maybe we can just get this one done quick since my laptop is already open." You reaffirm and lean your head on his shoulder. He nods and re-reads the question before asking you what answer you'd pick first and why. You told him and he told you if you were right or wrong, briefly explaining why you were incorrect if that was the case. You were only 5 questions in before Fyodor realized you weren't answering him. He looked to his side and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He smiled and closed your laptop for you and let you sleep against him for a little while, knowing he'd finish it with you later, very determined to help you get all of your work finally done so you could relax. You clearly needed it.

⑅ Nikolai Gogol ⑅

• Nikolai would be a great, flirty barista, which is why I think coffee shop au would be perfect for him. His ability would be of great use winning over a couple cents in tips as well as your heart.

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When you walked into your favorite, local coffee shop, the first thing you noticed was an unfamiliar face behind the counter. A tall man with long, braided white hair stood with a shaker in hand, clearly working hard to perfect s customers drink order. His eyes literally up when he saw you walking towards the counter, quickly pouring the liquid into a scribbled-on cup and capping it. "I'll be with you on one minute!" He says with a toothy grin, handing the drink to the lady waiting on the far side of the shop. He quickly returns to the cash register to take your order. "Hey! How can I help you?" He asks you and straightens out his apron. "Hi, uhm, can I have a (favorite drink), please?" He punched some stuff into the cash register and the visible screen in front of you showed you your total. "Anything else?" His eyes stared back into your own, making your heart race in your chest when you noticed just how beautiful he was. His differently pigmented eyes and sharp jawline along with the way his pointed teeth flashed when he smiled had your cheeks heating up pretty quickly. Not to mention his hair and physique.

As he was about to point out your staring with a cheeky expression, you muttered a 'yes.' He nodded. "Okay, your total is $4.20." You pulled out the first bill that wasn't a $1 from your wallet and handed it to him, Nikolais eyebrows raising when you put a $20 in his hands, but he stuck it in the register and counted up your change. "Okay, $15.80 is your change, can I get a name?" He asked you while giving you your change before grabbing a cup and sharpie. "Y/n." You quickly said, dropping all of the $15.20 in the top jar. "Ohhhh, wow! Y/n might as well take me on a date with a tip that big~!." He giggles and turns to make your drink for you while you wait with a warm face and stomach full of butterflies. "I don't think I'd mind taking you out on one." You say with a sense of confidence. "Hm, I might have to take you up on that." It's not long before he has your drink made, using a glowy portal to grab the sharpie on the counter relatively far away and scribbling something in your cup again. "Alright, here ya go! Have a good one!" He hands the drink to you, smiling a little bit when he feels your hand brush against as you take it from him. "Thank you, you too." You call back, turning around and walking away. Once you're out of the café, you rotate the cup 360° to figure out what he wrote on it, only to find ten digits acrossed the plastic. You smiled and your heartbeat picks up ten fold. You make sure to take a picture of it in a good lighting to ensure the visibility of all of the numbers, you might just have to arrange a date with him now.

A/n; AHHHHHHHHHHHH next time event post <3

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SLOWLY ; LH44

— after all the years you’ve been together with lewis as friends, you realize what lewis means to you

amgf mentions of break downs and panic attacks, crying, realizing feelings are overwhelming and it's just too much for reader but don't worry it's fluff 🫶 enjoy because wow i loved writing this, also tried my hardest not to make this like my other lewis smau and i hope i did that. anyways, enjoy!!! the next part we're going somewhere special 😉👍

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“Nico! You’re here at Lewis' party? I missed you so much, I have no one to talk to— Lewis is busy yet he’s always around. What if… what if I start seeing him in some type of way? Or am I drunk? I’m not drunk aren’t I? Maybe I am… a true friend wouldn’t have feelings for a friend right? OH MY GOSH! What if it was Lewis all along? I mean, I don’t mind, look at him? But… ARRGGGHHH! I have so much to say, but I can’t say it. Not to his face… I really think I’m starting to like—”

Do you have an unhealthy attachment to the voicemail Nico sent you four years ago of your drunken confession to admitting to having some type of feeling for your friend, Lewis Hamilton?

Yes.

Does Nico constantly remind you of the said confession four years after?

Yes.

Is it haunting your mind? It’s haunting your mind, soul, and heart— because as much as you hate to admit it, the feelings are starting to follow you, four years later. All your drunken word vomit to Nico was slowly following you throughout the years and it’s only then that you realize the culmination of all your deepest and darkest thoughts about Lewis.

That after all those years of friendship and platonic love… it might be him.

As time passes by you’ve fully integrated into yourself that Lewis would be an integral part of your life, in your formative years you stuck by each other up until the occurring present, and soon you figured out you’d still be friends with him in the future. He was always there, it was understandable.

But it wasn’t until you fully grasped that he was always there, and he might never go away.

“So have you thought about it?” Nico breaks your train of thought, sitting on the carpeted floor of his daughter’s playroom wearing tiaras and tutu skirts, playing tea party with the teddy bears Lewis gifted them last Christmas.

“I’m not thinking about Lewis.”

“That was an awfully quick answer, didn’t even mention him in the slightest.” You blink, dropping the “cup of tea” handed to you. “What did I say?”

Nico sighs in front of you, picking up the plastic tea cup, placing it back on the table, whispering something to his daughter before removing the wand from your left hand and whisking you out of the room.

“Is everything okay?” Nico asks, pulling one of the throw pillows into your lap, eagerly waiting for your response.

“It’s scary— these feelings I’m bearing. I don’t think I can handle it, I want them gone.” Your words are void of emotion, but your eyes tell a different story as tears start pooling your eyes, heavy and slowly out of breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

You shudder as Nico pulls your arms together to your side, forcing you to face him— you stare at his eyes, slowly blurring at the tears blocking your view. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t want it. It’s all too much for me, this— this feeling, it’s uncomfortable, I don’t like it.”

“It’s new, but it’s still the same. It’s still the same Lewis and he won’t ever change.” Nico tries to comfort you, but you’re spiraling way too quickly to make sense of it all.

“No it won’t! I like him, things will be different from then on, can’t you see? I’m ruining it all, and once Lewis realizes that he’ll leave me for being a bad friend. It’s all my fault, I like him and I hate myself for it. I can’t believe it, all those years will end up with me being alone all because I like him. And now, I can’t even— I don’t want to look at him. I’m disgusted and disappointed at myself for even thinking that I have a chance, every moment I’m with him I look forward to the next, and it’s all new to me, I don’t like it Nico!”

You catch his daughters peeking from the playroom, fully unaware of the volume of your voice. They probably didn’t expect their aunt to break down in their house on a random weekday, yet here we are. You laugh bitterly, wiping the tears in your face. “I’m scared Nico, I don’t know what to do.”

Nico holds his breath out nodding slowly, comforting you, “Yes, I understand… it all seems scary, these big feelings— it’s new. But, remember it’s still Lewis. I don’t think he would want you to be all alone as well.”

It was the last straw, the cumulation of all your feelings summed up to one— after Nico left and Lewis being avoidant about the situation, it left scars around you. You realize not to bring it up, and thinking of your own feelings and over analyzing down the “what could have beens” in your head, you went ahead of your own thoughts, slowly pulling you in a never ending spiral of destruction.

“I’m home! And guess who I met on the way?” Watching you bursting into tears on the couch in front of Nico, still adorning the tutu skirt and plastic tiara on top of your head was not the sight Lewis and Vivian were expecting when they came in.

Nico put his hands out defensively, “It’s not my fault— okay maybe I was part but I promise you I was just helping her. Not helping her cry, I just said some things that made her emotional— okay no. It wasn’t my fault I promise you, YN was just saying something and I said it wasn’t true, I just assured her. I promise I didn’t make her cry, she did that to herself.”

You burst into laughter all whilst rubbing your eyes dry, “Hi Vivian… Lewis— I swear it wasn’t him. It’s all just me being silly.” Nico gave you a pointed look, assuring you your feelings are very much valid and not silly, but you just shake your head in dismissal.

Lewis approached you, slowly wiping the tears of your face and pulling onto the strings of your heart. If you had any more tears left to cry you would’ve bursted then and there again, but you wouldn’t do that in front of Lewis. “Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because we’re here? I’m sure Vivian doesn’t mind if you tell us the truth, did Nico make you cry?”

You laugh resting your face onto the palm of his hands, “He did make me cry, but I assure you it was out of the goodness of his heart. It was either me crying or possibly passing out, I’d rather cry my heart out.” The mention of almost passing out leaves Lewis more worried than Nico being the reason for your tears.

“Darling why? Are you tired? Do you want to go home?” Go home. Home being Lewis’ apartment just a floor above Nico's. As much as you want to rest, close your eyes, and forget about all of this, you couldn’t bear being alone with Lewis yet.

You shake your head, “No… I want to play with the kids, Nico pulled us out to talk for a moment and then I had this breakdown, I want to stay I promise. It might help distract me from my own thoughts.”

Lewis, still wary, lets you off to play with the kids as he helps Vivian and Nico in the kitchen. “So… care to tell us what happened?” Nico presses his lips into a thin line before shaking his head.

“Sorry but this is about YN, if you want to know you ask her yourself, I doubt she wants to talk about it yet but don’t worry. It’s nothing alarming, I promise you— she just needs time to think about it more.”

Not convinced, Lewis presses on the issue, “She’s okay though?”

Nico laughs, “She’s more than okay! I think it’s only going to get better from here on. It was just an enlightening time for both of us, more for her, but don’t worry Lew, things are looking up from here on.”

Sitting with the kids as you continue your interrupted tea party, they shower you with hugs and comforting words before instructing you how to play tea party with them. Peeking from the door of the playroom, you catch a glimpse of Lewis in the kitchen with Nico, not before sending a small smile and waving in your direction.

You smile back at him, and to yourself. Nico was right.

It’s still Lewis— things may be looking fast for your feelings, but one thing’s for sure. You’ve been slowly falling for Lewis since then.

#f1 fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine

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herbariumua · 1 month ago

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For some reason, the current episodes of The Simpsons that focus on Waylon make me sad.

First, when we go from his blind admiration for Mr. Burns to instantly asking "Who should I kill" and kidnapping a man with a gun to his back - to his conscience that Mr. Burns bribed the judge to they were released from prison? You yourself bribed the judge to get Mr. Burns released in past episodes!

Second, I still don't understand why he has a photo of his ex on his wall. They did not part well. That dude was literally WORSE than Mr. Burns + he kicked a puppy that clearly represented Waylon throughout the episode - after which he decided to go his separate ways.

On the one hand, yes, I get it: character development. Perhaps the moment when he realized that he has a certain "type": "evil" billionaires - then he thought about what he was doing with his life in general. Yes, even in the first seasons, Waylon had a clear line beyond which he was not going to cross, "comic evil", like the idea of blocking the sun or beating up Homer for a completely understandable angry letter.

In more modern seasons, he repeatedly tries to "smooth out" Monty's actions, try to direct him, if not to a more "kind" path, then at least to a "neutral" one. Although the funny thing is that even in the original episodes, Burns is just struggling with anger issues, he is not an "evil villain" and is capable of human feelings, good deeds and is really looking for love and acceptance - which makes him a very interesting character. In the later seasons, his character jumps here and there a lot and he is often reduced to the very "cartoon evil", which upsets me a lot.

I kind of like "I'm even worse than them because I know better - but I do it anyway". I like it if they showed how Waylon on the one hand changed (why?) in the process, and he has on the one hand - a blind and strong love for Monty, and on the other - a desire to do good deeds. And so yes, he is also behind his back, even if together with Marge (I still like that they are best friends), they do good deeds.

By the way, this reminds me a little of the Rick and Morty episode where it turns out that Morty is sneaking behind Rick's back in the dimensions where he messed up and fixing everything that can be done because he has empathy and conscience and even though he no longer a naive child, he is still not a cynical nihilist. Of course, Waylon Smithers goes through a completely different story arc here - although I highly doubt that he was actually given an ARC, and not accidentally, given that the people who created the show don't care about any kind of consistency, canonicity, character development in the long term.

Oh my god, hire fans, seriously.

And damn, we've gone from "I'll turn the Earth upside down for you" to "I bribed a judge not for you… and your wife." On the one hand, I still like the joke that Burns regularly forgets not just Homer, but his entire family, no matter how many times they cross paths and work together.

On the other hand, I don't really get the joke, of why he thinks Waylon is straight, even though he did come out, and he's so out of touch with his personal life that he thinks he has a wife. GIVE ME BACK THEIR "I NAMED MY QUEEN BEE AFTER YOU" RELATIONSHIP! Even if you're not going to make them canon, gosh, it sucks to show that they're THAT far apart because WE KILLED THE FUCK FOR THE PREVIOUS 35 YEARS OF BUILDING THEIR RELATIONSHIP. They are CONSTANTLY together, they TALK, we've been shown that Burns really values Waylon as a sidekick and as a person, even if he can take him for granted.

At this point, I only want to read or write fanfics; and to rewrite these episodes in my imagination so that they fit into the canvas of their homoerotic behavior of the "golden age", if not to canonize them in my imagination. And yes, I DEFINITELY want to take this episode as a base and maybe write it "my way" so I don't want to cry so much.

I know I put too much into the relationship between the two drawing men, but I have a lot of bad things going on in my life right now, and these two are helping me a lot through this period.

#the simpsons #waylon smithers #mr burns #burnsmithers #season 36 #bottle episode

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lara4eclipze · 2 months ago

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» darling

sypnosis -» a year in the relationship you and megan reminisce how it all started

beware -» fluff , teasing , confessing , established relationship

talks -» here comes emo elcipze , I'm so happy I didn't realize we alr hit 160 follows! it's soo crazy anyways here's a request I have been working on for a while

taglist (open) : @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

"still can't get over how you confessed by the way" you giggle to megan as you both took a bite out of your food , you remember it as bright as day — and the story goes something like

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december, 3 ,2023

class has just ended and you were going to your locker to get your books and possibly stall for a bit — you open the locker and surprisingly there was a sweater in it , maybe someone mistaken your locker for theirs?

a note was on top of it , written on a rather messy handwriting some words misspelled and ink smudged in almost every end of the word

"you can keep this I know it luoks better on you anyways — can we maybe meet up after skl? i wanna tell you smth! yes [ ] also yes [ ]"

you chuckle already knowing who it was — megan , the girl has been stalking you for a while not in a creepy weird way but in a way that it made it seem like she was deeply in love with you

and admittedly? you were surprised to even know she liked you , you had liked her for a long time but it always seemed like she was just not vibing with you

either her avoiding you in class or maybe her not accepting your friend requests on various social media platforms

ring! ring!

the school bell rings and it signals the start of your physics class , with a sigh you wear the sweater and close your locker heading towards the said class

"nice sweater" yoonchae,your seatmate compliments , "first time you don't look like a granny when wearing one" yoonchae teases

"and here I thought you were starting to become nice" you say in faux disappointment to which the younger laughs even louder too

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now standing outside the school almost shivering if it weren't for the sweater you got earlier , you wait patiently for her to appear and tell you what she wanted to tell you

"hi" you hear a familiar voice say , and low and behold megan—standing clad in a matching sweater just in a different color

"you look adorable" you replied , she pulls out from behind her a bouquet of flowers and a teddy , you gasp in amazement

"for you" she says with a grin her whisker dimples showing , gosh she was so cute

"thank you! — I really love this sweater by the way" you replied as she handed the gifts

"yeah I bought it back home — I've been meaning to tell you this but I hope that if you don't feel the same that you won't avoid me or find me weird?" the younger mutters almost too fast for you to comprehend but you heard it all

"I like you"

megan closes her eyes almost as if waiting for you to reject her , yet instead of that you wrapped your arms around her body providing warmth and comfort

"megan I like you too , for a long time now actually" you said as she nuzzles deeper into your neck

"really? , so are you like my girlfriend now?" megan asks sheepishly her voice turning into a kidlike one

"I guess you can say that" you replied

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"oh my god don't even remind me! I was like a loser" megan huffs , after so stuffing her mouth with a bite of pizza

"well at least you're my loser" you replied pressing light kiss to the gingers cheeks

#katseye imagines #katseye x reader #megan katseye #megan skiendiel

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sass-ruby · 3 months ago

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Okay so um, I'm gonna be talking about these two episodes today! (Prepare BECAUSE OH MY GOSH.)

Alright, we'll start with the first one. Can I just say that, moon absolutely angered me so much. Moon, NO ONE IS ASKING YOU FOR AN EMOTIONAL SPEECH NOR ANYTHING. It's the fact that you COMPLETELY ignored sun, didn't even bother to check up on him, and then went to work in your lab to find a solution?? Looks like history is repeating itself. But.. why? Why is the same thing repeating again? WELL I HAVE A THEORY! Sun's gonna die, someway, somehow and that's gonna be the only way moon realizes. I think this because of solar specifically. When solar heard that moon won't check up on sun, he sounded absolutely disgusted. Keep in mind, solar lived in HIS SUN'S head. That sun ALSO had a moon, and I bet solar has watched the same exact thing happen. And what happened when solar's sun died? Solar's moon went insane! Imagine the guilt moon would feel, gut wrenching. He probably ALREADY feels guilty, but would rather let it consume him whole than to comfort sun or AT THE VERY LEAST HUG HIM

Sun was there with moon during moon's (valid) breakdown, but moon being there for sun? NOOO, OF COURSE NOT!

Also if moon's gonna start with the "I'm not good with emotions" stuff, I'll lose it. YOU HAVE PROVEN IN OTHER VIDEOS THAT YOU CAN, MOON. Neptor's funeral, OR HELL WHEN THE WHOLE FINDING OUT DAZZLE'S SECRET THING HAPPENED. He listened about every kid, comforted, reassured, he was there. Although, now he's just ignoring sun. I think it's because he's a coward. And by a coward, I mean that he's too scared he'll say something wrong or make it worse, because the word is about NEXUS, someone who moon HATES, though sun loves nexus, evil or not, he was still his brother.

Moon doesn't understand that, he's jealous most likely. It reminds me so much of when nexus wasn't insane.. he was bad talking moon, and when moon returned? Moon was bad talking nexus. Both didn't want to be like each other, they DESPISE each other, calling each other knock off's (okay, THAT PART WAS KINDA FUNNY I'M SORRY.)

But.. where is sun in all of this? He missed each one. He loved each one. He loved them. He still loves them.

But they BOTH didn't understand how their words hurt sun. They're so similar in some ways, it's absurd. AND THEY DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Reminds me of the song "over and over" by Rio Romeo.

If sun dying is the only way for moon to realize, I'll be willing to accept it even if it is quite sad. It's disappointing, truly.

Monty's and lunar's reaction, I expected honestly. By the way, lunar-, "he's doing worse than I thought he would be.." ARE YOU STUPID, HE JUST KILLED HIS EX BROTHER?? Didn't you go through the same damn thing too? As for monty, not even surprised one bit. He's always been like that, I never really liked him, but oh well.

And THANK YOU SOLAR FOR BEING THE ONLY SANE PERSON EXCEPT MAYBE EARTH BECAUSE GOSH THIS SHOW AIN'T FOCUSING ON SUN'S HEALTH MUCH.

The urge to b*tch slap almost everyone.

I genuinely want sun to have a breakdown, he chose moon, but moon didn't bother to even check up on him.

Gosh.

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ANYWAYS, TODAY'S EPISODE!

Just gonna add this picture again, because why not

Wow- genuinely just wow- that was-.. wow

So dark sun DID end up doing something. I must've missed something in the past video, but interesting..

I heard a person say, I forgot who it was but that SUN was the key of this whole plan

He killed nexus, he pulled the trigger and made a choice which means.. that way other suns also made choices instead of not acting

I have NO idea how sun managed to make that happen, BUT THE THEORY MAKES SENSE

In a way, I was right- he IS trying to stop the dimensional abuse of suns by them killing their own moon, I SUCK AT EXPLAINING

if anyone can explain this theory better than me, PLEASE DO.

I felt so bad for the sun in this dimension. Poor thing. Sounded scared and terrified, while repeating "I hate you", while crying and also while bashing HIS moon's head with a barrel

I wanted to hug him QwQ poor baby.. we need a name for him

ALSO HE'S MY CHILD NOW. I'M ADOPTING HIM.

Moon tried his best to keep that sun at peace, WHICH BRINGS ME BACK TO THE SAME TOPIC, WHY DOES HE HELP EVERYONE EXCEPT HIS SUN

I get it was a different situation BUT CMON.

I suppose I already ranted enough about that part, though

I would add more but I'm INCREDIBLY tired and all.. so um yeah-

#tsams #sams #sun and moon show #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #nexus #tsams nexus #sundrop #the sun and moon show #solstice #dark sun tsams

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↺ jay as a boyfriend ↻

jay is straight forward when it comes to his desires.

so once he sets his goal, it's done. he doesn't give up until he gets what he wants

and as he wanted you, jay invested in all the way

buying things, planning dates, and mainly, trying to help and support you in all aspects.

he doesn't say but he likes the chase. nothing too crazy, but he likes he idea of making you fall for him. that's why he gave so much of himself since the start

but the funny thing is, he fell hard before even you

and everybody knew about it.

jay, without realizing it, was talking about you all the time. literally anything reminded him of you

“oh... i feel like eating cookies” sunoo says randomly. “oh really? y/n loves eating cookies...” jay said from across the room and the boys started to laugh. “oh gosh he's putting y/n in the conversation again...” sunghoon responds. “until the end of the day we will know everything about y/n, for real” jake complained.

it was indeed true.

when you and jay became a couple, you inevitably became close with his friends, because he likes to show you off

also keeping you around him.

and since jay likes to keep you close, he would want to take you anywhere with him

because he has a busy life, jay thinks that any moment with you is precious, so even if he needs to go to the dentist, he asks “y/n do you want to come with me?”

sounds hilarious, but it's just the way he takes things.

jay values the closeness, the moments and every little efforts

he's a devoted man.

the type to buy you flowers, expensive jewelry and call you his love

cause being with jay you would never not feel safe.

he is always true, never hiding anything or lying to you

he brings all the stability to the table.

thinks about the future and isn't afraid to tell you the things he thinks you can achieve together

.... he wants his last name on yours (or your last name on his?)

it's that type of love.

exclusively, jay is very patient with you

if you don't know something, he'll teach you, or show you how to take it, and he will love to do that

jay feels good when he feels needed by you

the guidance role—loving you with all his heart like he never loved somebody before, and making that clear for you.

deep talker—who might whisper words like, “you. you're the only one for me. the only one i want and desire.”

jay can be very intense with his feelings and emotions

and because of that, jealousy brings out the worst in him

he may, perhaps, be jealous constantly...

if you look at other man, he would automatically feel bad

starts to overthink, “is she still in love with me?”

so you gotta give him reassurance.

just like heeseung, words are very important to jay

he likes to be listened just as much he likes to listen to you

if there are a lot of people around, and you're talking but they don't seem to be paying attention, that wouldn't be a problem, because jay would be there attentive to your every word.

when it comes to arguments, things can get complicated

jay is very stubborn...

he has many opinions and it's too hard to change his mind

since jay is talkative, i know, you know, that when he's stressed he might talk nonstop

keeps trying to prove you his point of view;

things can end up chaotic because of this

he is understandable though...

if he sees you don't want to talk, he gives you space, and may even pull away to give you some alone time

but he always comes back

jay can't stand being away for that long so he always comes back with the excuse, “i can't do this anymore, let's work this out, my love”

jay offers a lot of his affection as a form of apology

even prepares a bathtub with scented candles around it so you can relax

give you massage, or prepare some food for you.

even though jay is so good he also expects to receive the same good treatment

he likes it when you pet him, stroke his hair and tell him you love him

this is the moment he feels the happiest.

overall, jay is a loyal, stable, and undeniably... husband material boyfriend

who would always try his best to make it work, and give you the love you deserve.

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dunmeshi-darlings · 10 months ago

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oh my gosh i love your imagines so much!!!! have you ever considered doing something like when chilchuck realizes he has feelings for the reader?? maybe they joined their party and seemed really interested in his work and always wanted to chat with him when they could and it sort of led him into getting closer and being like “oh shit… am i growing attached…”

thank you so much deary, it warms my heart to know people enjoy the content i am putting out for them.

Chilchuck was actually the one to suggest laios get a new party member to join them, with how dangerous things had been getting lately he figured it would be nice to have some extra backup.

He was hesitant about you at first, He thought at first that you asking all kinds of questions was you doubting him. But he quickly learned that no, you had a genuine interest in his work. He would grin whenever he would explain something to you, it was nice to have somebody who respected him and his work.

Of course because you showed such interest in his work the two of you grew closer and you ended up being the person he was closest with in the party, the two of you often sitting together and sharing stories and talking about things as you two laughed together.

After senshi joined you two would also try the foods together, promising to try it if the other did. You were also quick to remind senshi that traps and locks were chilchucks specialty and that he should really respect him and his work. This was music to chilchucks ears and helped keep senshi out of his hair.

You two grew closer and closer, always by each others side as you talked and joked and explored together. One day when you were away from camp marcille poked chilchuck. "Your a hypocrit." She huffs confusing the half-foot. "The hell is that for? what did i do!?" he throws his arms up in confusion, the elf crossing her arms.

"you always get onto us about inter party romance except you and Y/N are so lovey dovey it feels like a romance book" She says pouting a little causing the half-foot to jump in shock. "WHAT?! ME AND Y/N ARNT TOGETHER!?" he shouts waving his arms confusing marcille. "you two sure act like it? you two obviously like each other."

"no it...i...we arnt...i dont view...but.."

Chilchuck tried to explain everything away, saying that he didnt have any feelings. However the more and more he looked at it, all the arguments he kept trying to come up with seemingly fall away as the realization dawns on the older half-foot causing him to sit down and put his face in his hands.

"oh god....i like Y/N....dammit." He groans, the elf mage laughing as she realized the situation, that chilchuck hadnt realized he liked you. "ITS EVEN MORE LIKE MY ROMANCE BOOKS NOW." she wheezed in laughter causing the half-foot to curse at her in his language as she finally settles down.

Chilchuck had a lot of thinking to do, He had preached on and on and on about how bad interparty romance was both from experience with it as well as his own issues he had with relationships that he hadnt told anyone about...was he supposed to just ignore these feelings and act like they werent there? he knew that if he did it would eat him alive, but could he really ignore his own advice?

#chilchuck #chilchuck tims #chilchuck x reader #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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Lilia, Epel: Blessing Givers, Curse Breaker

Lilia’s vignettes continue to be gold! He “humble” brags about how his voice is great, he’s sooo adorable, and such an ikemen… (Apparently he realized he was cute because people would give him free stuff and help on his travels and when he first came to NRC!) Best part was definitely when Lilia described cooking for his dorm members and they were “so touched” that they bowed their heads, covered their faces, and/or cried 💀 NOT THEM PUTTING A PICTURE OF MALEFICENT DRAGON FORM ON LILIA'S BIRTHDAY CARD… His vignettes also mention having the strength to overcome “a curse” 😭 Cruel reminders of the tragedy that unfolded in his past, and bis unfulfilled search for a cure for Silver... TWST devs, you sickos/j

A Tale as Old as Time.

Three fairies crowded around a cradle, its curtained hood up to obscure the infant within. Green, pink, blue—each was dressed in a particular color. They glanced at the baby and at each other, mouths agape to discuss their blessings.

Safeguarded within the platinum frame was a celebration of life and a future yet to be told. The fragile start of a brand new story.

Lilia wanted to protect it himself.

“Looks like some fancy shindig.” The remark came from Epel, who gazed upon the same painting. "Erm... I mean, party. That is what it is, right...?"

"They've come to bestow gifts upon a newborn princess. Royal affairs can be a bit stiff, I'm afraid. Can't even show up to one without an invitation! Some hosts are just sticklers for tradition and protocol."

"Oh, I got it!" Epel visibly perked, cheeks appling with pink. "It's a different kind of gathering. Back home in Harveston, they're a lot more informal. Family and all the neighbors coming by with plates of warm food, a makeshift band and folks dancing, catching up by the fire... It's so lively."

Lilia’s lip curled, the corners lifting into a slight smile. "It's good to know that your hometown hasn't lost its charm."

"You've visited before?"

"Once, long ago," the ancient fae chuckled, "when I was still a stubborn and stony-faced youth. The people of Harveston opened their hearts and offered hospitality. From what you've told me, it's clear that the very same spirit from then persists to this day."

"Gosh, really?" Epel puffed up at that, as though he were a peacock flaunting his feathers. "Hehe, wellll, Harveston does have a way of makin' ya feel cozy and right at home, even if yer far away from it!"

"That it does." Lilia's eyes traced the wall of artwork before him. The colors, shapes, and textures. "Twisted Wonderland is so vast and diverse. I've traveled far and wide, experienced a great deal of cultures, yet I always find myself anchored to that one special place called home. There is no comfort like it."

There’s no place like home.

A twinge pulsated in his chest. The pain, marring the nostalgic warmth he bathed in. Lilia did not let it show—not to his underclassman, not this child that stared at him with such eagerness.

He swallowed.

“How do you celebrate in Briar Valley?” Epel asked. “Can you tell me about your traditions too?”

“Kufufu. You’re keen on learning, I see.”

“I didn’t always. I’m sure if you asked Vil, he’d give you a mouthful about how ‘uppity’ and ‘full of myself’ I was at first.” Epel groaned at the thought of another lecture from his dorm leader. “… But recently, I’ve been thinkin’ it’s not too bad to hear about how others experience everything.

“Meemaw—my grandma—goes to the city to sell our farm’s produce. She has to switch up how she talks to speak to the locals. I noticed our mayor too, when he talks to tourists. So learning about new people and cultures can’t be a bad thing.”

Epel’s eyes were wide, sparkling with wanderlust. Wistful and longing for the world that awaited him.

Perhaps Lilia had worn the same expression before, at the moment of his epiphany. When had he realized it? When the elderly couple had draped a blanket over him, when they shared a meal, when they spun him the stories of their lives, or when he sat at the cradle and relived those times to a still dormant Malleus?

The warmth in him expanded, like a gulp of soup trickling down his throat, then splashing in his stomach. It had been a humble broth of vegetables, and yet it satisfied him down to the last drop.

“We’re really not so different,” Lilia explained with a grin. “Food and friends are all you need to have a good time wherever you are.

“However, if you are particularly fortunate, you just may have a guardian fairy descend and give you blessings as well.” He indicated the painting of the three fairies hovering over a cradle. “Like so. I believe this infant was gifted with song, beauty, and…”

“Song and beauty?!” Epel’s expression crinkled. “Who decided on those, the parents?”

“The guardian fairies themselves. They choose what they believe will bring the blessed child happiness.”

“They could’ve given the kid something more…” Epel vaguely waved a hand. “I don’t know, useful? Why not strength so they won’t lose any fights? I’d be happy with some more muscle of my own…”

Lilia laughed, soft and low like a midnight whisper. “Why not indeed.”

Because time steals away everything eventually, hissed a voice in his head. The truth, bare and bitter.

The edges of Lilia’s vision quivered. A memory resurfaced—blink, and he saw himself in the frame, his long shadow cast over the crib. Blink, and that was Silver nestled in the fabric. Blink, and the castle was abandoned and covered in thorns.

A fairy robbing a crib of its cursed child.

“Strength is good to have,” Lilia said slowly, “but it will not last forever. Not many things do.”

Still… If I could have one wish, it would be…

The only force able to break the spell set upon Silver. The one feeling he was certain he was incapable of. A love so pure and honest, it was known to be true.

Something he wasn’t worthy of.

True love.

Not him. Not the grimy, low-born bat of a dubious past—as his most unkind of thoughts would insist.

He was the same as them. He had condemned Silver to walking in the night, had made the decision for him. The instant his hair had turned from pale sunshine to the moonlight of his namesake, it was too late to unwind the clock.

Which had he cast—blessing or curse?

The longer he looked at the painting, the more mocking the gentle, rounded faces of the guardian fairies seemed to become. Guiltless, oblivious beings, they were.

They would never know of his plight.

Lilia scoffed. “If the fairies wanted the child to be happy, they should have granted them that strength.”

That which was impossible for him.

"The power to overcome a curse.”

"... The power to overcome a curse, huh?" Epel quietly mused. "Not even Vil-senpai has that kind of strength--and his unique magic is to cast curses! Until the conditions are fulfilled, it can't be broken."

"That's the trouble with curses," Lilia agreed. "They're finicky, depending on how they're woven. Some may even last a lifetime without ever being lifted. Others may spend their own lives seeking out cures."

The story of his life. He was always searching for something, something, something. Lost friends, how to hatch a dragon's egg, true love to dispel drowsiness.

Now, a happy ending.

Lilia released a sigh through his nose.

If only.

"Well, if magic can't make that wish come true... we'll just have to make it a reality ourselves, won't we?"

#twst #twisted wonderland #Lilia Vanrouge #twst imagines #twst scenarios #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #spoilers #something no one asked for #Lilia birthday takeover #the title is a reference to an Equestria Girls song www

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pumpkin-bats · 7 months ago

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can you write some headcanons for the strawhats on their reaction when you don’t tell them “be safe/be careful” before they leave the ship even tho you usually do? thank you in advance if you do this, and sorry if it’s worded weird i’m half asleep rn😭🫡

Thank you for the request! I’m half asleep chronically but this was perfect to understand and oh my gosh I love this! I’m doing the whole crew with a variation of vibes. Everything is up to your interpretation 😉. This is gonna be fun!

When You Forget to Tell Them “Be safe/careful” - Strawhat Headcanons

Luffy:

He starts running away then dead stops to turn around and stare at you.

Literally just stares at you until you say something.

“What?” “Say it.” “Say what?” “Say the thing!”

He does not specify what it is you’re supposed to be saying and refuses to leave, pouting at you, until you finally tell him to be safe.

Massive idiot grin and a “shishishi- I will!” Before launching himself off the ship.

Zoro:

Makes it to the railing and just stops there, lingering.

He just stands there in silence with a little frown.

Eventually yells “oi!” at you and also doesn’t specify what kind of response he’s expecting from you.

When you finally say “be safe!” He gives his little Zoro grin but makes sure he’s facing away from you when he does.

Calls out a “yeah!” that’s supposed to be nonchalant but you can hear the smile in it as he leaves.

Sanji:

He’s internally bothered that you don’t say it, but it doesn’t show on his face.

Momentarily wonders if you’re mad at him.

Literally goes through the five stages of grief silently in his head.

Waves happily at you with a “I’ll make sure to be safe!” anyway, cause he thought you might still want the reassurance.

He lights up like a Christmas tree when you give a little “oh!” and respond positively, so he knows it’s just because you forgot and not because you hate him.

Nami:

Has no qualms about reminding you about what you’re supposed to ask her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Leaning against the railing while tapping her chin.

Doesn’t even wait for the second guess of “what?” before going “where’s my ‘be careful!’?”

When she gets it, it’s all bright grins and a wink.

“There it is. You be safe too!” And leaving with an extra bout of confidence. She likes teasing you about it every time you forget.

Robin:

She expanded on your ‘be careful’ tradition by patting your head when you say it.

When she pats your head and you don’t say anything she keeps her hand there and just smiles at you.

Also no hesitation- “Do I not get a ‘be careful’ today?”

When she gets it she gives an extra head pat along with a “thank you.”

Smiling the entire time, patient the whole time, and a little wave as she leaves.

Usopp:

He keeps talking at you. Just rambling and random words.

When pushed to leave he takes small steps away from you and kinda goes like “if you’re forgetting something important, you should tell me now! Anything? It could be something you always say! A tradition you wanna share? Anything you can think of? If I never come back then I’ll never know whatever it is you might’ve wanted to say!”

He’s practically hanging onto the railing until eventually you tell him to be careful.

He laughs and pretends he wasn’t dragging his feet, waiting for you to say that.

“Of course I will! Is that what you wanted to say? I’m the great Usopp! When have I ever not been the most careful! You be careful too without me here to protect you!”

Franky:

At some point he started telling you to be safe first and waits for you to return it.

He says it, gets a few steps away before stopping and going “huh?” while scratching his head.

It takes him a second to realize what’s missing and when he does he turns to look back at you.

“You didn’t say it back!” “Say what?” “be safe!”

When he finally gets the response he wanted he gives you a big thumbs up, a bright grin, and then happily heads out.

Chopper:

He gets to the edge of the ship and pauses, then stalls to look over at you. Little face looking confused.

“You’re not going to tell me to be safe?” The sad puppy energy is so strong.

He genuinely pouts and looks like he would absolutely cry if you said no.

When you explain you forgot and then tell him to be careful he gets all bright eyed and happy smiles.

“I will! You be safe too!” And literally hops and skips of the ship. Would sing if he were any happier.

Brook:

He doesn’t say it first, but he always says goodbye and expects the “be careful” as a result.

He slows down the closer he gets to the edge of the ship with a hummed “hmmm?”

“I feel like I’m missing something.” He literally also forgets and takes a minute to run through a checklist of himself.

Once he’s sure he has everything, he takes a second to look around the ship and then sees you and goes “ah!”

“That’s what I was forgetting! You didn’t say be careful!” You give him his be careful and he says a cheery thank you. “I thought I was losing my head! Though I’m a skeleton so it’s entirely possible, yohohohoho!”

#one piece #fanfiction #fic writing #black leg sanji #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #nico robin #cat burglar nami #one piece franky #soul king brook #god usopp #tony tony chopper #this was fun #and so cute #i loved writing this

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weebsinstash · 7 months ago

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You brought this on yourself. Bringing up Al and Doggy Darling.

Before the show was out(might've changed sense idk), Viv said Al used to actually have a fear of dogs but now only dislikes them. And I live for the idea of Al struggling with that a little bit.

Al with Dog Darling who he expects to be a total slob who can hardly keep focus, only for them to be neat and dedicated to doing any tasks given to them.

Al with a Dog Darling who constantly feels the need to do things for others even to their own detriment.

Al who falls for Dog Darling who acts more like a cat than a dog. Having learned to mute their reactions to things and who is 'ok' with being alone in fear of being used. With him wanting to eventually have them always with him or at his home, never wanting them to lift a finger.

I hate that my first instinct is always to swerve in the opposite direction but "what if Alastor had a dislike of dogs and he expects them to be a dumb slob" AND WHAT IF YOU ARE

Alastor: --and I always do enjoy adding a nice mirepoix to my dishes, although I suppose one of my favorites is a classic crawfish étoufée! Always reminds me of home!

Dog darling: ummmm.... I love pizza rolls and corn dogs! 😋 and mac n cheese!

Alastor and his lovably simple, lovably dim dog darling, with all the more extra nuances and caveats if you've got the soulmate trope in there (I've just really been huffing that gas lately ykwim? The, mechanism for them to feel metaphysically attached to you, their obsession kinda lowkey justified/explained by your sorta-soulbond, them feeling like they need to take care of you "because they're supposed to as your partner "). Alastor who thinks you're just so adorable but maybe just maybe cringes in secondhand embarrassment at some of the things that you do. Alastor who thinks, oh, you're actually so charming and, he sees quite the potential in you, but... he just needs to... fix you up a little bit... fine tune you... grind down some of those rougher edges to polish you up nice and pretty--

Also. Just. You know. The thematic lowkey flirting and menace in him like, saying he has to tame you/train you if you act against him. Having you in literal restraints just like he would with Husk and calling you a bad dog because you like. Snuck off to go to the club. Or hang out with friends he doesn't approve of.

I like my apples and oranges in my fiction and that means that on top of having yandere that love every part of you, I also think of yandere who meet you and think "oh no, honey, oh my gosh let me help you, I need to save you from yourself, what the fuck are you even doing here, just look at the state you're in" which, actually, I have a Velvette post deeper in my drafts I need to dig up, but. Like. Alastor falling for/getting drawn to/soulmated with a dog darling who is just kinda. Rowdy. Dare I say, a little trashy. Like idk, my mind conjures up an image of like, for a woman I guess it would be something similar to, you swear all the time, he doesn't like how you dress, he thinks you hang out with too many guys/the wrong types of guys, you may have an outright fratbro personality. Idk. You're just loud and rambunctious and he thinks you could be just the cutest little lady if he could just... give you a little coaching

But also. Cute lovable dog Darling who, obviously he's not entirely heartless but you just completely Flip His Switch with how sweet and loving you are to him, you just really make him feel soft and gooey. You could just be meeting him for the first time and be wagging your tail in excitement and holding your hand out for a handshake and you don't even mildly conceptualize he's, um, a cannibal serial killer. But then Alastor immediately realizes, oh no, honey, you can't be this sweet to people down here! The people down here are just AWFUL! They're terrible! The dregs of society! He can't let this sweet little pup meet some unfortunate accident involving some methed-out vagrants or something! Guess you'll have to be his little lap dog so he can keep a close eye on you. Meanwhile you're just like "!!!! Best friend!!! Thank you for being so nice to me, it's so scary down here and i was so lonely and scared before you came along 🥺"

Vox 🤝 Reader talking/getting rowdy during TV/media solidarity. Absolutely love the idea of Reader somehow becoming besties with Vox and Alastor is just BEYOND MAD because, he's trying to make you more sophisticated and, "bring out your true potential" and you're sneaking out to chug mountain dew baja blast and smoke weed with his arch nemesis while the two of you, like, marathon older seasons of Family Guy (also just envision your mental image of Dog Reader just like, excitedly being like, "oh! It's Vox! Vox! Vox! Hey Vox! Vox!" And trying to get his attention while he's on a jumbotron or something, basically saying his name like a bark, like, Alastor having old timey cartoon steam coming out of his ears while Vox is just obviously smitten with your adorable clueless ass because your tail is wagging and you're so excited to see your super cool TV friend 😋❤️ Alastor forced to watch you have total chemistry with Vox because you can talk about TV and video games amd Alastor is getting progressively enraged because HOW LONG have you guys been hanging out without him knowing??? And Vox didn't even know you knew Alastor he just legitimately liked your vibe

Reader being inevitably somewhat dehumanized and while he does adore you and want you all for himself it really almost sort of IS like you're a pet to him. He decides what you wear, what you eat, what you do, and most importantly, he really, really, REALLY doesn't like it when other people try and touch his dog :)

#yandere alastor x reader #alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hellaverse #hh #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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couldawouldashoulda50 · 21 days ago

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What if Loren arrived with this kind of beautiful fairy like baby doll lingerie situation. She looks like an ethereal being.

https://www.wonder18.com/en-qa/products/kaia-white-cami

They just have a night filled with love making. They probably reached their peak at least 3 times.

Maybe it’s provoked by the fact that William is not feeling his best. He also has been on a road trip and needs some Loren time. He realizes how deeply infatuated he’s with her. He’s also reminded of how great she is with kids and can’t help but think of putting a baby in her. There’s just a lot of emotions going on. It’s sensual yet filled with pure emotion.

Oh my gosh, Nonnie. What you sparked in my brain. I don't know whether to apologize or what - after I wrote nearly 6k words based off this idea of yours. It tied into another smaller idea I had so I just went with it. Thank you to you and the other anons that reach out with ideas and comments. For anyone that has sent me something (there's a couple in my Inbox), please know - I am not ignoring you. Each one means so much that I do tend to think on it for awhile to visualize all the different possibilities based on the ask.

So here's my triple-length blurb, Nonnie....I hope you like it. Warnings - 18+ below the cut. Smut (p in v, fingering, slight praise), profanity.

One Woman, A Thousand Ways - Lingerie

Word count - approx 5.9k

William stared out the window of the team bus as it traveled along the quiet streets of Raleigh. The somber atmosphere mirrored his mood, the team still reeling from their crushing loss to Carolina. He absently swiped his thumb across his phone screen, debating for the hundredth time whether or not to message her.

It wasn’t just the loss gnawing at him—it was everything. His performance hadn’t been optimal, his attitude on the ice often appeared disinterested, and he knew it - he could feel it. But it wasn’t just hockey weighing him down. He hadn’t seen Loren in over a week, not since she left his condo in the days before this road trip. And it hadn’t been the kind of goodbye they were accustomed to.

Things had been off with William here and there - whether it was the hangover from the holidays or just not feeling like himself, his game had been struggling. His mood had darkened, snappier than usual, leaving him isolated at times, even from Loren. Always trying to be intuitive, she had tread lightly during that time, careful not to hover or push him when he was clearly on edge. She had made herself available when he wanted her there, never once complaining about his cold moods.

Looking back, he grimaced at the thought of how he’d taken her patience for granted.

The memory of their last exchange resurfaced as he rubbed his weary eyes, leaning his head back against the seat. Loren had been calm, collected even, as she always was, but he’d been too wrapped up in his frustrations to appreciate how much effort she put into keeping things harmonious. He hadn’t meant to snap at her; she was just in the line of fire. He’d been irritable and short all night, muttering under his breath about something he’d seen online - there was discourse already about his “slump”.

When Loren, in her usual gentle way, tried to soothe him, he’d lashed out. "You just don’t get it, Loren," he’d snapped, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch. "You can’t begin to understand what it’s like to deal with this kind of fucking pressure."

He’d known it was a mistake the second the words left his mouth. Loren’s expression didn’t waver, but the way she looked at him—remaining steady, her cheeks suddenly flushed—made him feel so small. Her reply was measured, delivered in a tone so even it made his stomach twist.

"You’re absolutely right, William," she said. "I wouldn’t know that kind of pressure. I’m only familiar with the pressures of the population who has to carefully decide whether to pay their utilities or put food on the table. Your pressure encompasses the fact you are paid a lot of money, and given many privileges, to perform well."

Her words were spoken without harshness - he could hear that she was hurt, but yet he could not formulate a response, acknowledgement, or an apology.

Loren glanced at her watch and saw it was nearing time for her to leave. This was not the goodbye she had envisioned before her own road trip, so to speak.

Another modelling opportunity had landed in her lap, thanks to her friend Chelsea steering her clients towards Loren for smaller marketing campaigns. Despite Loren’s reservations - a “mature model” was not what she had pictured for herself - she really enjoyed the experience once underway. The big difference with this opportunity is it required for her to travel to Miami, something that William had initially been very excited about for her. William was always supportive and encouraging if it was something she could swing with her schedule. Selfishly, he loved seeing the end result of Loren gracing various online platforms - his insides brimming with pride for her.

But for days, he’d been so disengaged, lately so wrapped up in himself, that he’d forgotten entirely. Loren hesitated for a moment, waiting for a ‘good luck’ or something supportive, but the words never came.

She kissed the dogs and then pressed her lips against William’s cheek. She picked up her bag, shouldering it effortlessly, and walked to the door.

Pausing in the doorway, she turned back to him, deciding to leave him with a gentle reminder.

"Your world is full of choices most people can only dream of, William," she added. "You’re in control—just play the game as you’ve been coached and shoot the fucking puck."

And then she was gone.

Their communication had been limited during his road trip, and he assumed she was giving him space. He’d been busy too, swept up in the events of the “Mentors Trip,” with a close friend tagging along and the team’s schedule packed tight.

It wasn’t until he received a message from his sister saying how amazing Loren looked, with no additional context, when he realized he had totally forgotten about her trip south. With his stomach doing somersaults, he hurriedly scrolled through Instagram.

She’d looked stunning in the few posts Chelsea had tagged Loren's new account in—a mix of candid shots and professional ones—but William couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in his stomach. It hadn’t registered with him where she was going when she had left his place - he assumed she had gone home or was at work. The fact he had not breathed any kind words her way, even in the days before she departed, made his heart hurt. She had tip-toed around his ego, trying to be optimistic, and the best he could do is bite her head off. You really are a prick sometimes he thought to himself.

Now armed with the new realization, he opened their text thread, hesitating only a moment before typing:

Förlåt mig, min älskling - I know I fucked up. Before I get back could you come down? Not sure if you are home even. Can u msg me back to let me know. I feel so bad.

The message felt desperate, but he didn’t care. He hit send before tucking his phone into his jacket pocket as the bus pulled up to the airport.

It wasn’t long before his phone vibrated, as he stood to disembark from the coach. He sighed with relief - it was her. I’m glad you’re on your way. I’ll see you soon.

He responded with another apology and told her he loved her.

It was nearly 3:30 a.m. when William, with Pablo and Banksy in tow, entered his condo. He set down his garment bag by the door and dropped his keys into the dish by the entrance. He glanced at the dogs, hearing the tapping of their claws across the floor as they ran toward his bedroom. He guessed they were already on the bed by now, pressing their noses against Loren’s face. Sure enough, he heard her soft, sleepy voice greeting them, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He was about to smother her with his own brand of affection, but his attention was immediately drawn to the dining table, where a basket full of holistic skin and hair products sat neatly arranged. The plain but attractive bottles bore labels he didn’t recognize, but that didn’t matter—he already knew if they came from her, he would love them.

He sighed. She was always thinking, always making an effort, keeping an eye out for something just for him. Loren had a perfect record when it came to gifts, thoughtful in ways that left him humbled. She never wanted anything in return—other than his arms around her and his chest to nuzzle into. He could hardly wait to give her exactly that.

He opened one of the bottles, its simple label noting "Aphrodisiac Oil," and sniffed the contents. He was immediately struck by its unique fragrance, his eyebrows lifting when he read the instructions. Gently, he placed it back in the basket and smirked, knowing exactly what Loren had in mind for their day tomorrow.

When William padded into his bedroom, the expression on his face lit up seeing her in bed. Loren lay on her side, her back toward him, facing where he’d be laying momentarily, as she cooed sweet words to the dogs. In turn, they pressed close against her, almost sensing she had traveled further than normal, reveling in her gentle rubs. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her freshly tanned skin, making her look as radiant as ever.

Loren shifted her body while remaining under the covers, to turn and face William. Their eyes locked as they smiled at each other.

“How is it that you look even more gorgeous every time I see you? Do you drink from a magic fountain or something? Have a fairy godmother that sings a song and you magically replenish?” Loren grinned.

William laughed as his heart soared with her words. He approached the edge of the bed, and leaned over, bringing his face close to hers, before kissing her softly. “The same could be said about you, you know.”

Loren ran her hand along his cheek, moving her lips toward his ear as she spoke softly. “You don’t have your glasses on—my wrinkles are getting worse… I’m in a whole other decade than you right now, and it shows.”

Her words, playful and teasing, triggered something in William’s memory. Loren mentioning her age—a gap of less than two years between them—brought him back to her milestone birthday in December. Her 30th birthday had fallen during an eastern road trip, and he hadn’t been able to physically be there to celebrate with her. Adding to the chaos of their lives were scheduled road games, team parties and other events leading up to Christmas. His place sometimes seemed busier that Union Station itself.

When he returned home, he celebrated her birthday exactly the way she wanted to. A small get together at William’s, just some take-out, a few drinks, and then him later on. William had other gifts for Loren, but this one had slipped his mind. He’d tucked it away, intending to surprise her when things calmed down, but it had been completely forgotten since.

The gift was intended for bedroom purposes only, and given they would be completely alone until dinnertime the next day, he could hardly wait for her to open it.

After finishing up in the washroom, William climbed into bed, pulled a half-sleeping Loren into him, and patted the mattress for the dogs to come lay closer. Loren’s hands lightly smoothed across his back, while her mouth planted tiny kisses on his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Loren - I was such a dick to you,” William murmured against her hair.

He felt her smile against his skin. “You can’t be perfect all the time,” she sighed. “I’m sorry if I sounded harsh, and I hated leaving but I had to go,” she added softly.

William nodded, his lips lingering against her forehead. “I know—well, now I do. But this was all me—I didn’t mean to take it out on you. What you said, though, about the kind of pressure you’re used to…” His voice trailed off. “That stuck with me. I must have sounded like such a whiny—”

“No, don’t even go there,” she gently interrupted, her voice warm but firm. “William, I didn’t mean to… well, maybe in the moment I did. But I’m not trying to diminish what it’s taken, and what it takes, to be you every day. I’m sorry if I made you feel like shit—but you finally got me to snap,” she chuckled, nuzzling into his chest hair.

“That’s you snapping? Actually, I gotta say… when I know you’re upset and you keep calm like that? Holy fuck. That worried me more than if you went around screaming and yelling,” William chuckled softly.

She smiled against his chest. “I actually used to be the yelling type—like being pushed and poked until I finally lost it. I didn’t like being that way… that’s not how my parents are, but a certain someone would just keep pressing until I exploded.” Her voice softened, her words slowing as a yawn escaped. “It’s a little late for a full demonstration, but if you really want to see it, pick a fight with me while I’m hormonal and see which version is scarier.”

William laughed quietly, smoothing her hair away from her shoulders, his fingers tracing circles in its place. “I bet you’re hot when you’re really angry… but I’ll pass for now.”

As he stretched back to turn off the light, Loren’s hands ran down his chest, savoring the softness of his body hair. It always caused a stirring between her legs, no matter how tired she was.

Save for the constant flow of traffic on the streets outside his windows, a blanket of calm and quiet surrounded them. After a loving kiss and soft “goodnights,” they drifted off quickly, wrapped in each other.

Because it was Pablo and Banksy’s world, and William just lived in it, the boys decided it was time for their morning walk earlier than anyone wanted. William groggily slid out of bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching as he padded wearily to the washroom. He reentered the bedroom to find Loren awake and starting to get dressed.

“Whoa—wait… you’re not leaving, are you?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleep, his expression slightly confused.

Loren, just as confused as William, slowed her movements and turned to him with a smile. “I was planning on going with you—y’know, do like we normally do… while everyone’s watching you, you’re watching—”

“Your ass, ten steps ahead of me,” he finished, grinning.

Loren, now in just a sports bra and leggings, sauntered up to him, her arms circling around his neck. She tilted her head slightly, biting her lip as she gave him “the doe eyes”. “But watching my ass is not what Sir wants this morning?”

If ever there was an invitation from Loren to William for him to grab her ass and pull her against his dissipating morning erection, it was that innocent-sounding question with a much naughtier subtext.

William suddenly remembered the gift—her ass in the gift wasn’t going to be just a morning preoccupation. It was going to be an all-day event. “Hold up—hold that thought…” He kissed her briefly before slipping into his closet. Within seconds, he returned with a beautifully wrapped package in hand.

“I’ll take the boys,” he said, handing her the box with a mischievous grin, “and you could maybe do a little modeling for me when I get back.”

Loren looked at him, her face softening with appreciation and affection for her gorgeous Swede. She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Be careful,” she murmured, William flashing a smile her way as he turned to lead the pups to the front door.

Once he had departed with the dogs, Loren sat on the edge of the bed, the package resting in her lap. She ran her fingers over the carefully wrapped paper, recalling how William had teased her for being so slow to open her other birthday gifts. She’d explained that she was used to saving the wrapping paper—a habit he’d found endearing once she told him.

She smiled to herself, sliding the rectangular box free without so much as a tear. The wrapping remained pristine, just as it had with her other gifts. Loren set the paper aside before lifting the lid of the box, her curiosity mounting.

Beyond the smooth tissue paper with the sticker emblem of the store sealing the seams, Loren saw the outline of a beautiful lingerie set. Her cheeks flushed as she peeled the sticker away and opened the paper to reveal a delicate ivory negligée with matching panties.

What struck Loren most was how angelic the set appeared, the ivory colour evoking a sense of innocence and purity. Her fingers grazed the intricate beading and sheer fabric, tracing the fine satin ties that adorned the front. Every detail was strategically designed to enhance the female body. As she held the negligée up to the light by the thin spaghetti straps, Loren grew excited to see how it might embellish her own figure.

She tried to visualize William's mood when he chose to buy this for her. She was so curious to understand more of how his mind and moods worked - was it just a random set he saw one day or did he go searching for it? Did he just think it was pretty or was there a deeper meaning behind choosing an outfit so delicate?

No matter the reason behind his choice, the moment Loren stripped out of her leisure wear and slipped into the ivory babydoll, her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of herself in William’s full-length mirror.

The almost shimmering fabric and the intricate beading reflected the light with every slight movement of her body. She slid the matching panties on, her hands smoothing over them as she continued to study her reflection.

The way the outfit made her feel was extraordinary. She felt soft, feminine, and undeniably pretty—and the tan from her trip was a gorgeous contrast to the light fabric. It seemed perfectly her - angelic yet jaw-droppingly sexy.

After sprucing up her hair, smoothing her favourite body butter over her body (the one with the scent that always made him pounce), and a quick yet subtle application of make-up, she awaited William’s return. She straightened out the sheets on the bed, and decided she would greet him by kneeling in the middle of the bed and wait for his reaction.

Even with only a few hours sleep, William felt remarkably energetic as he ushered his dogs back through the front door after their walk. When he didn’t see her in the main living area or the kitchen, he assumed that she either fell back asleep or better yet, might be in the shower. Although he wanted to see her in the lingerie he had chosen, Loren - naked - was always the main attraction.

William moved about the kitchen, fixing the dogs’ breakfasts and grabbing a quick drink of water. The condo felt unusually quiet, and he assumed sleep had claimed Loren after her whirlwind week.

But the second he stepped foot into his bedroom, he froze.

There she was, kneeling in the center of the bed, framed by the soft glow of twinkling white lights and the greenery still draped over the headboard from Christmas.

The delicate ivory fabric and intricate beadwork, with their faint shimmer, perfectly accentuated her luminescent golden skin and slender frame. The satin ties strained ever so slightly, pushing her full breasts upwards and keeping them intact. His eyes fell to her cleavage, further arousing him as he scanned the otherwise angelic set.

William began to shed his clothing, his eyes locked with hers. No words had been spoken between them, but none were needed as their desire for one another took hold.

He crawled onto the bed, bare-chested, the fabric of his sweatpants tented with his growing arousal. Without hesitation, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply, his lips expressing everything he felt but hadn’t yet said—how sorry he was, how much he missed her, how deeply and completely he was in love with her.

The dynamic between them was set the moment their mouths met—he, the virile man, all strength and desire; she, the soft, feminine angel who consistently gave him all of her.

She looked up at William’s face, her deep brown eyes sincere, filled with longing and profound desire. Her arm slid around the contours of his defined shoulders, her fingers threading through his golden strands before gathering and lightly gripping his hair. Her hands instinctively moved along his scalp, eliciting a low, guttural sound from him that sent a thrill through her.

Her other hand slowly blazed a path down his chest, past his abdomen, to where his cock strained against the stretchy black fabric of his pants. Her fingers began massaging and caressing his balls before alternating with teasing strokes along the tip of his cock. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as he pressed his mouth against the soft curve of her throat. He already felt like he was coming undone, completely disarmed by her touch—the touch he had been longing for.

But beneath the haze of arousal, another feeling gnawed at him. He wanted to look after her, to love her in ways he hadn’t since New Year’s. Though his physical desire for her had remained even during his uncharacteristic low mood, he knew he hadn’t put forth the same kind of effort Loren always gave so selflessly.

Though she never let on if she felt unfulfilled in those moments, he felt the sting of his own guilt. He’d prioritized his own release over hers a handful of times, letting his exhaustion or frustration seep into their intimacy. Loren deserved better than what he had given her.

William placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the base of her neck, his lips lingering on her skin as his fingers worked to untie the satin bows along the front of the teddy. With each careful tug, the delicate fabric loosened, revealing more of her flushed skin. Her breasts were bunched, her nipples protruding through the sheer material, and William’s mouth latched onto the clothed peaks with a hunger that made Loren gasp.

He knew exactly what drove her wild—sucking and tonguing her nipples until she was breathless—and he gave them his full attention, his tongue swirling in deliberate patterns that left her completely weak in the knees. Her moans filled the room, soft and unrestrained, urging him on.

With a fluid motion, William slipped off his pants and shorts, freeing his fully hardened cock. The sight of him—so completely aroused—made Loren’s mouth water and her clit ache with an undeniable need.

William maneuvered himself behind her, propping up pillows against the headboard to support his back. He coaxed Loren to nestle between his legs, her back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, his hands exploring the expanse of her body that was within reach—her neck, her breasts, her tummy, and the sensitive space between her thighs.

One hand gently kneaded her breast, his thumb brushing over the peak as he kissed the soft curve of her neck. The other hand slipped lower, massaging her clothed pussy with deliberate pressure. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through her, making her body shift between states of relaxation and the tightening tension of her heightening arousal.

William’s lips trailed down the full length of the back of her neck as he moved her hair over to one side, the heat of his breath against her skin making her shiver. Loren gripped his forearm instinctively, her fingers digging in as the intense sensitivity of his touch overwhelmed her in the most intoxicating way.

She breathed his name, her voice trembling, then gasped as his middle finger dipped beneath the waistband of her sheer panties. His strong, thick digits stroked the delicate flesh of her pussy, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her. His mouth found her shoulder blade, nipping and sucking at her skin leaving her pleading for more.

William had never knowingly marked her before, but this time, he couldn’t help himself. The way she responded to his touch was almost too stimulating for him to handle.

The magic in his fingers had Loren’s hips grinding instinctively against him, her arousal building with every stroke. Soon, William’s other hand slid from her breast to her clit, circling it with precision while he finger-fucked her with deep, steady movements.

She leaned her head back, almost pressing it against his shoulder, her moans a tantalizing mix of expletives and his name. William’s gaze lingered on her, captivated by every detail—the long sweep of her eyelashes, the curve of the prettiest nose he’d ever seen, and the full, voluptuous mouth that had thrilled him every time it made contact with his body.

His eyes traveled lower, watching her throat tighten with whispers and gasps, and then higher, catching the way her eyes suddenly flew open wide as she cried out his name. The way she unraveled in his arms, gripping under his thighs and bearing down for an intense release, sent a jolt of pride through him. His cock, almost unbearably rigid, pressed against the fleshy curve of her ass, eager for its turn to be buried deep inside her.

William’s voice was low and thick as he leaned closer, whispering into her ear. “You look like an angel. Let me watch you cum, my beautiful angel.”

Typically, the moans, grunts and other noises William made while in the throes of sex with Loren turned her on to no end. She would have never guessed that William saying those words, could have such an effect on her. The sound of his voice, low and gruff, sent her spiraling. Her hands scrambled around his body, gripping at whatever she could. Her body arched into his, her inner thighs trembling violently.

Her climax hit like a forceful wave, leaving her crying out his name as her body jolted and shuddered with the peak of her release. As she floated down from her high, her hips wove instinctively, seeking more of him. She wasn’t done—not even close. And neither was he.

Once Loren regained her bearings, she turned to face him, her body shifting seductively as she kneeled and propped herself against his broad chest. Her lips found his in a heated kiss, her hand cupping his face while the other slid down, working to peel off her now-soaked panties.

A devilish moan escaped her as she tossed them aside, her eyes locking onto the smooth, glistening tip of his cock. Slowly, she began to crawl backward on her knees, her intentions clear in every movement.

William’s pulse quickened as he watched her movements, every deliberate shift of her body drawing him in further. He knew exactly what she wanted—her gaze, intense and unmistakable, paired with the way she licked her lips as his cock hovered mere inches from her mouth.

He loved how open and expressive she was with her desires, how she never held back from showing him exactly what she wanted.

But more and more, each time they were apart, it wasn't just Loren's physical affection he missed. It was seeing her exquisite face and hearing her sweet voice. When he entered a room, her coffee-colored eyes would meet his with such care and devotion that his heart would skip. He had never met a woman who could make him feel so cherished with just a glance.

William’s tone was soft and low as he motioned for Loren to come back towards him. “I promise you and Cowboy Bill can have your alone time later - I’m dying to be inside of you - let me watch you cum again….”

Loren’s cheeks flushed at his invitation, her own pulse raced hearing the hunger in his voice. Kneeling before him, she reached out, her thumb gently running through the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock. She smoothed it over the head with care, her eyes fixed on his as she licked her thumb clean.

A soft, sinful smile played on Loren’s lips as she leaned forward once more, her tongue flicking over the top of his cock before pressing a kiss to the smooth, sensitive skin. Her movements were deliciously slow, designed to make him desperate for her.

Gracefully, she shifted her body, sliding one knee on either side of him as she straddled his lap. Her hands found his shoulders for balance, her lips brushing his in a kiss that left him breathless.

Her eyes flicked to the small bottle of oil she’d brought back from her trip, tucked into the basket of self-care products she’d given him. Of course, with the massage oil, “self-care” really meant “William-care” in her mind. Her hips continued their enticing motion as she kissed his neck and reached for the glass bottle.

The sparkling glint in William’s eye as he watched Loren drop two beads of oil into her palm was full of lust and anticipation. He untied the third satin string from the front of her teddy, baring her breasts completely, and motioned for her to let a little oil drip into his hand.

With the bottle safely set aside, Loren deftly reached around and began to massage the base of William’s cock, sliding her hand upward to his balls and all the way to the tip. Her touch was perfect—gentle yet firm—and it left him utterly helpless, groaning her name as his hips bucked involuntarily.

In turn, with her round breasts before him, William smoothed his palms over her soft skin, thumbing her nipples with just enough pressure to make her grind against him more intensely.

It wasn’t long before William urged Loren to slide herself down onto his cock. Their mouths met in a fervent kiss, the heat between them down-right feverish as she positioned herself, and he aligned the tip against her entrance. The moment he filled her, she gasped and moaned in one breath, her senses overwhelmed by the stretch and thickness of his girth.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she began to rock slowly, her body adjusting to the sensation. Her head lolled back, her lips parting in a gasp as her rhythm grew more assured. Her movements became more pronounced, her hips rolling and shifting to drive him deeper inside her.

William’s hands found her waist, gripping tightly as he pressed upward, matching her eager pace. His eyes were drawn to her mouth, where endless moans of his name and breathy exhales spilled out, each sound urging him to grip onto her waist tighter.

His eyes traveled to her long, slender neck, the visible veins beginning to strain as her body succumbed to the unrelenting pleasure. There was something undeniably sexy about it, something raw and primal that only fueled his already raging desire for her.

Loren’s increasingly rapid hip movements, coupled with her louder moans, signaled that she was nearing her climax. As her body shifted back and forth, she reached around to cup and caress his balls, her touch sending jolts of pleasure straight through him. William’s thigh muscles began to tighten, the telltale sensation of his own orgasm starting to grip him from within.

Unable to hold back, he wrapped his arms tightly around her back and waist, pulling her closer and driving the pace of their fucking to a fevered intensity. Each thrust pushed him deeper, harder, matching the rhythm of her cries. Loren gritted her teeth, her hands gripping his neck and shoulders as her powerful orgasm took full control of her movements.

Her body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she buried her face into his neck in an attempt to stifle her cries. The sensation of her tightening around him sent William over the edge, a guttural grunt escaping his throat as he came, pumping his release deep into her.

Even as the tremors of their shared release began to subside, William’s arms remained firmly around Loren’s breathless body. She trembled in his embrace, her body shuddering from the unique bliss of her climax, her breath warm against his skin.

He shifted his body carefully, his arms still firmly wrapped around her, as he gently laid her down on the mattress. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the sight of her hair sprawled across the pillows, her skin glowing, her breath becoming more even.

Her eyes were closed, her expression one of pure bliss, and in that moment, she looked otherworldly.

She felt the sandpaper roughness of his stubble on her shoulder as he pressed his lips softly against her skin. “Did you fall asleep?” he murmured, his voice low as he brushed his lips over her chest. He kissed her gently between her breasts, then continued down to her stomach.

Her hand lazily found the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as he planted more kisses along the softer part of her abdomen.

A smile began to spread across her face. “I just need a minute or two,” she sighed, trying to lift her arm to drape it around his waist.

After a few “minute or twos” had passed, William and Loren eventually made their way first to the washroom, then to the kitchen. Loren had come back to life, leaning against the counter and admiring William as he fished through the pantry for a quick breakfast.

With his back to her as he searched for his protein powder, he called out teasingly, “I can feel you looking at me.”

Loren let out a soft chuckle. “Your hair—I didn’t realize how long it had gotten until I was—”

“Nearly pulling it out?” he laughed, but his expression dropped suddenly. “Fuck, I forgot… I’m getting it cut this afternoon.”

Loren made a pouty face. No matter what he did, he always looked incredible, but she really was enjoying his longer hair. William glanced over after double-checking his appointment confirmation in his texts. “You don’t want me to cut it?” he asked, smiling.

“Your body, your rules,” she replied, smirking. “I just won’t have as much to grip when you’re dining on my… well, you know. But I guess that’s probably done for the day anyway.”

William tilted his head as he stepped toward her. “I didn’t think we were done for the day… and my appointment isn’t until 3.” He took another step, loosening the tie on her robe. “Gotta say, I overheard Stevie talking about him and his fiancée thinking about trying for a baby.”

Loren’s eyes grew wide, her mouth slightly agape.

Seeing her reaction, William doubled back on his comment. “I know we’re not quite there yet, but I can’t stop thinking about it. If—and when—we decide we want to try… I think, man, we’d have a lot of fun.”

Loren smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair. “Let me get something to eat first. Then I’ll have my alone time with Cowboy Bill and that Aphrodisiac Oil.” Her tone dropped to a sultry purr as she added, “After that, you can do whatever you want with me… imagining putting a baby in me.”

She kissed him deeply, her hands gripping his ass. Her cheeks flushed as butterflies swirled in her stomach at the thought that filled her with unexpected joy:

He’s actually thinking about the day he puts a baby in me.

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