A collection of WilliamEst oneshots built from everything they are when no one is watching. Soft moments that turn dangerous without warning. Dark moments that turn intimate without permission. And a love that never learned how to behave properly. Mpreg. Smut. Dark themes. Soft romance. Obsession. Devotion. They were never meant to be simple. They were never meant to be safe. They were meant to be everything. ⚠️18+ ONLY⚠️

Est thought he was stepping into the palace for a simple bodyguard position - another elite soldier ready to stand watch over a prince. But the instant Prince William's gaze found him, everything changed. Behind closed doors and flickering firelight, William made him an offer unlike any other: not just a role as his most trusted protector, but a place at his side as his secret consort, bound by a loyalty deeper than duty and a passion they'd never speak aloud in public. " I want your loyalty, your devotion... and your body. Be mine - completely - and I'll give you everything." "You'll have my trust," William had said, voice low and deliberate as he drew Est close. "My secrets. All of me, if you want it. But in return - you'll be mine. In every way, until death do us apart." Drawn into a world of whispered promises and dangerous intimacy, Est must navigate the hunger that burns between them as fiercely as the intrigue surrounding the throne. Within this dangerous, intoxicating intimacy, Est discovers that protecting this prince means more than bearing arms. It means answering every secret look and hushed invitation, melting into a bond deeper and darker than either of them dared imagine. And as their desire burns hotter with every touch, Est learns that belonging to William is no mere duty - it's a hunger neither of them can hide. Content Warnings: This story is a fanfiction which contains explicit sexual content (m/m), mature themes, emotional intensity, power imbalances (due to status differences), possessive behavior, consensual intimacy, jealousy and slow-burn romance. It also features court tensions, exploration of trust and loyalty, and elements of angst and comfort. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"Baby girl, won't you help me?" William was never the type to beg. The most feared mafia king, he was used to taking what he wanted; ruthlessly, without remorse. When a bullet tears through his shoulder, he does what he always does: kidnaps a doctor, forces them to patch him up, and erases the evidence. But Dr. Est is different. Soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, and far too tempting. From the moment William locks eyes with him, he knows one thing: this one, he can't let go. Est should fear him. He should run. But when William smirks, voice dripping like honey and venom, Est feels his heart betray him. In a world where love is a weakness and danger lurks behind every whispered promise, how do you escape the devil when he's already marked you as his? A WilliamEst story. ⚠️ Disclaimers: This story contains strong language, mature themes, violence, abuse, and dark romance elements. Reader discretion is advised.

This is not a story about a long mafia war. The war ends in an hour. This is a story about what is found after the guns go silent. Est was married into an enemy mafia family and kept there for a year-not as a partner, but as property. When William destroys that house, he doesn't expect to find someone trembling in its corner, apologizing for existing. William is powerful. Feared. Ruthless. But power does not teach someone how to live again. This is a story about the shape love takes when it arrives quietly-without force, without ownership-growing slowly in the space where silence once lived. only story is mine

"You're staring again," Est whispered. "I'm memorizing," William said. "In case you forget to come back tomorrow." _____________________________________ In the 1860s, Siam stood between tradition and change. William, the son of a loyal servant, spent his days tending the gardens of the grand Khunthara estate. Est, the family's gentle heir, had been raised for duty, to study, to obey, to become the man his lineage demanded. They found each other in quiet corners and sunlit courtyards, where laughter softened into something neither dared to name. Beneath the banyan tree, love had taken root, fragile, forbidden, and achingly real. Yet in a world ruled by hierarchy and silence, even the softest affection could become a dangerous rebellion. A tender historical romance about devotion, loss, and the courage to love when love itself had to hide. A WilliamEst story. ⚠️ Disclaimer: This story explores historical and cultural repression, instances of homophobia, and the darker sides of class and society. It also contains moments of intimacy and emotional intensity. While written with sensitivity, some scenes may be heavy or difficult to read. Reader discretion is advised.

It's a boys love story. It will contain mature content and explicit scenes🔞🔞, male pregnancy. So, Be careful before diving in.. "I write about emotions because I don't know how to feel them." William lives in a world of words, where feelings are safe, distant, and controllable. "I may not write emotions, but I live for them." Est knows what it means to feel deeply, how to make others laugh and cry yet he has never dared to confront the truth for his own. Two men, two worlds, two different understandings of love. When their paths collide, every glance, every word, every heartbeat becomes a battlefield between fear, desire, and the vulnerability they've long avoided. Will love survive the collision of hearts that don't know how to meet or will their own walls keep them apart?

"Love was never part of the deal. But neither was breaking each other." In William Jakrapath's world, tradition isn't questioned, it's obeyed. As the heir to a powerful family, his marriage isn't about love. It's about duty. And his parents have already chosen for him. Est Supha, the quiet, well-mannered son of their closest friends. William doesn't care. He doesn't argue. He doesn't even look at Est beyond what's necessary. Est, with his soft voice and hesitant smiles, hides his trembling behind calmness. But William notices... and ignores it. To him, Est is nothing more than an obligation - a shadow who will follow his rules, stay within his boundaries, and never cross his line. William is in control. Always. And he swears he will never love him. But what happens when silence turns suffocating? When glances last too long? When a shadow dares to step into the light? Because in this house built on tradition, it isn't love that will destroy them... it's everything they're trying not to feel. // mpreg ; smut

Est thought love would be gentle. But what he got was William - his husband, his protector, his captor. From childhood, William had claimed Est. And now, as the ruthless CEO of a criminal empire, he has turned that obsession into complete domination. Est is dressed in silk, kissed like glass - but every moment is a game of survival. William's love is violence dressed as devotion. And Est is too terrified - and too entangled - to run. But what happens when Est starts to crave the cage that confines him? Dark romance | Psychological control | Possessive husband Power imbalance, forced closeness, twisted tenderness Gaslighting, emotional manipulation Stockholm Syndrome undertones

He's my sister's boyfriend. The guy I'm not supposed to look at... touch... want. But William Jakrapatr looks at me like he already knows. And one night, when she's not home, he stops pretending. I swore I'd never cross that line. Now I can't stop.

He watches. He waits. He wants. William Jakrapatr is a quiet student, unnoticed by most. But when he crosses paths with Est Supha, something changes. What starts as a simple encounter turns into an obsession. Est remains unaware, while William's thoughts grow darker. The question isn't if Est will notice, but when-and whether it will be too late.