"What you doing Lovely?" He rested his head on their shoulder, looking at the cluster of numbers and letters on the page.
They kissed his cheek and replied, "just some old calculus problems that I want to practice."
How Lovely found joy in such complicated equations he would never understand. It had been years since the vampire prince took calculus, deciding to never slave over a calculator once he declared to be a piano performance major. Simply put, his talents lied elsewhere and he was content with that.
Still, he admired Lovely for their mathematical genius, adoring the concentrated look when they're trying to solve another damn chain.
His eyes caught a symbol on the page, one that he found familiar. "Hey, I know that one! That's 'moo"!"
He felt Lovely's body stiffened and twitched under his hold. "Vincent. Darlin'. Love of my life. What did you say?"
Tilting his head to the side, he said, "isn't that 'moo'? That greek math symbol?"
"Baby, it's pronounced 'miu'. Please don't tell me you went 40 years thinking it was 'moo'."
"....Woman in STEM, I am not."
"Vincent, you're not even a woman!!!"
You ever see a conversation and go, "Lovely and Vincent-core"? Well that was me right now!! Shout out to @sri-rachaa for being our lovely Lovely and me for being da Vinny!!!
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I wanna give f!kylar the whole world 😭😭😭 every day I daydream about her being a cute little stay at home wifey who doesn't wear panties around the house and she constantly gets worshipped, spoiled, praised, and just completely and utterly adored by the love of her life 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also liking 2 imagine/daydream that is me JWJEJAJDJJD)
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LOL I’m not into the stay-at-home-wife thing but her waiting for u at home without panties is so hot... just in a shirt and apron but no bottoms like omg
TAGS: f!wife!kylar x gn!pc; super soft love, implied underwear stealing lol, implied masturbation, sex toys mentioned, kylar being kinda gross at some parts but in typical kylar fashion, reader has body hair, oral sex
imagine coming home to find her bent over scrubbing the kitchen counter. you’re standing there staring at her lovingly in silence until you gently make some noise. she jumps when she realizes it’s you and immediately throws her arms around you. you hug her tight, peppering kisses all over her face while she’s smiling so big her cheeks hurt. she’s like “hi! I missed you so much. I was just about to do the laundry.” and you’re like “I missed you too. let me go get changed.”
but when you go into your room there’s a sticky vibrator and your underwear strewn across the bed. it’s damp, and it’s not from you because you haven’t touched that pair since last night.
kylar stands in the doorway, blushing when she realizes she didn’t have time to put it away. she stutters and tries to distract you, but you just sweep her in your arms and whisper in her ears, “if you wanted to taste me that bad, you should’ve asked, baby.” she shudders palpably, fingers digging into your biceps as you let your tongue slip into her ear.
“I-I-” kylar stutters, face red.
you smirk, laughing softly as you pull her closer. the two of you fall back into the bed. she caresses your face then straddles you, pressing your lips together—fervently, desperately. she’s always like this when you get back even if you’re only gone for a few hours—needy for your kisses. you hug her tight as she seals your lips together over and over, as if memorizing the softness of your lips.
“how’s the new vibrator?” you ask, stroking her back.
“I love it. thank you so much,” she says, smiling against your lips.
“I used it myself a few times and I liked it, so I’m glad you do too.”
her eyes light up, almost ravenous. “recently? like, this one?”
“no, love. mine died so I threw it away. I mean this model.”
“can you... can you use this one too? and leave it on the bedside for when you go? I really miss you and it’ll be like a little reminder.” her voice gets softer as she realizes she probably sounds like a fucking weirdo.
but as you usual, you assuage her worries.
“of course I can.”
her eyes light up so brightly, and you kiss her again. you let your fingers brush against her pussy, softly massaging her lips. she jolts against you, moaning loudly.
“you’re so wet,” you bite your lip.
“I’m only like this for you,” she pants. “y-you make me feel so good,” kylar babbles, grinding her pussy against your fingertips.
“sweetheart, fuck,” your sex throbs. It’s like kylar can sense it, because she looks over her shoulder.
“can I use my mouth on you? please? I’ve—I’ve been practicing just for you. not on anyone else, of course I’d never do that! but just... watching videos and um, studying. I want to make you feel good. so can I?”
when she looks at you like that, how can you say no?
she’s practically shaking with anticipation, kneeling beside the bed as she stares at you like some sort of statue.
“you deserve everything. to be worshipped, to be celebrated...” kylar murmurs, kissing up your inner thighs and burying her face in your pubic hair. “you’re so perfect.” she looks on the verge of tears.
“I love you, kylar.” you smile, stroking her cheek. she holds your hand to her face, nuzzling her face against it.
“I love you, too. so, so much.”
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