#kpts fic

[mousydentist]

February 9th T-5 Days

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else came here.” Chay looks up from his phone to the door of the music room where a boy is peeking his head in. Kim, Chay thinks his name is. They sat together on the first day of classes, and Kim asked to borrow a pen. 

“No worries, you can come in, if you want. It’s just me.”

Kim hesitates for a second before grinning. “Thanks. You’re Chay, right? We have calculus together.”

Chay groans. “Please don’t remind me of that torture disguised as education.”

Kim laughs, sitting next to him and pulling a lunch box out of his bag. “So I’m not the only one who thinks that?”

“Nope,” Chay confirms. “And I bet you’re also thinking about how it’s taught by an old geezer with a stick up his ass, which I have to agree with.”

Kim almost chokes on his food, looking at Chay with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “I’m not sure I would’ve put it that way, but you’re not wrong.”

Chay laughs. “Do you come here a lot, by the way? I come here almost every day, but we’ve never crossed paths.”

Kim nods, swallowing a bite of food before speaking. “I do too, but I usually have student council meetings during this block.”

"Student council?"

"I'm the president."

Chay whistles, impressed. He probably should've known that, but he doesn't care much about class events.

"Cool," he says, then tilts his head. “Do you play?” he asks, gesturing at the decorative little guitar pick dangling from Kim’s necklace.

“Yeah, I do, actually. You too?” Chay nods. 

“Do you have one of your own?” Chay asks, and he sees Kim’s eyes light up.

“I do. I don’t mean to brag, but,” he says, leaning in as he pulls out his phone to show Chay a picture.

After that, the flood gates open. They talk for hours. Not hours. They talk for the whole lunch break, but it feels like hours. Chay’s never had a better first impression of someone. Whenever he meets new people, even when he first met Ohm, he tends to be very polite, smiling kindly and being slightly reserved. But today? He feels like he can’t stop talking, and Kim returns his enthusiasm in kind. It’s like they’ve been good friends for years, rather than strangers until thirty minutes ago. He's surprised how nice it is to hang out with Kim, but maybe that's his own biases about The Popular Kids creeping in.

Their interests seem perfectly aligned, and they don’t run out of things to talk about the whole time. Chay wants to invite Kim over so he can show him the guitar Porsche got him for Christmas, and they can play together. It’s very weird, since Chay’s never wanted to bring anyone over, let alone someone he just met. It’s not even that he thinks Kim would decline, Kim seems just as thrilled as he is to be sharing these kinds of conversations.

To be honest, he feels a little special to see a side of the boy he doesn’t show to just anyone. Well, at least, he’s never shown it to Chay before... He feels a little less special after that thought. This is probably how Kim is with all his friends, and since Chay’s never had a proper conversation with him before, it would make sense that he’s never seen it.

They talk all the way up until the bell rings, letting them know they have five minutes to get to their next class, which, conveniently, is one they share. Chay stands and cracks his back, stiff from how he was leaning back on his arms. Kim waits for him to grab his bag before they start walking together.

“Valentine’s Day is coming up,” Kim says, holding the door open for Chay. “Have anyone special you’re gonna buy chocolates for?”

Chay chuckles a little. “Not me. I’m too busy trying to graduate.”

Kim nods his head, looking forward as they walk through the halls.

Chay bites his cheek. It’s the first awkward silence since they started talking, and he doesn’t like it at all.

“What about you?” Chay asks to get the conversation flowing again.

Kim just shrugs.

Having no idea what to do with that, Chay keeps his mouth shut. 

When they enter the classroom, Chay walks slowly, not sure if he’s supposed to sit in his usual seat or follow Kim. When Kim sits down and doesn’t acknowledge Chay, he takes it as a sign and almost starts to walk past Kim to his seat down the aisle, but he pauses, bites his lip, working up the nerve. 

Finally, he turns back to Kim and holds out his phone.

“Can I get your number?” Chay says, which immediately sounds more forward than he was hoping for. But Kim just blinks at him, then chuckles and hands over his own phone. Chay quickly types his number in, and when he gets his phone back there’s a new contact: kim :)

[maenecoon]

tw (mostly mild) depictions of violence and blood, bc it's involves vampires, also major spoilers for a fic im working on rn

so

i may or may not have a vampire kimchay fic idea

except the execution of it is going to have me combusting into flames??

anyways, thoughts about kim finding an annoying baby bat in the forest. he wants to ignore it, but he can't. so fine, he takes it in.

except...

kim definitely doesn't know how to care for a feral bat.

anyways! cue sweet/fluffy/bat-and-vampire shenanigans! like babybat so sated with blood that he becomes a little drunk, or at least the bat-version of drunk. babybat who flies into the window trying to escape because he's not good at echolocatio. babybat who sneaks into kim's closets to bite holes in every single one of his silk shirts.

vampire!kim somehow being whipped af for this cute but annoying little shit that he's somehow adopted. feeds him blood pudding and gives him many head scritches. shows him his red string murder board and rambles about his murder plans and all. vampire!kim who started off detesting or tolerating this pest at best but unable to imagine starting a day without the weight of babybat curled up on his chest.

then the murder plan happens. kim wants korn (his father/sire) dead, bc who doesn't, and he sneaks in to "kill" him.

he's gone in, wooden stake and holy water and all.

he goes bat-shit crazy. bodies of full-sized vampires drop to the floor around them as kim works with ruthless efficiency. he's memorised the techniques of his father's men and their weaknesses. he's dreamed about this for centuries. and it's pays off.

and then enters korn.

korn was always going to be the issue.

kim had no plans of returning alive - he knows to end lorn by all means necessary even if it means his own life - but korn has gotten more powerful. sire bonds are difficult to break, and even if kim has been diluting the bond and doing his absolute best to weaken their link, korn still has kim in an iron grip.

(if you'd read my phayurain vampire fic, there's this thing about sires being able to control their fledglings because of a bond they share when a vampire (sire) turns someone into a vampire (their fledgling). )

anyways.

when suddenly a weight in his pocket starts to stir. it's the little shit, the bat. and kim's all panicked because little shit is small and harmless and now barely the size of half his palm? like, kim's on his knees and has his hands shaking with effort not to plunge the stake into his own chest, by the command of korn.

it takes just a second, but bat flutters out of kim's pocket. bat, with all the rage that a bat can muster, swings himself right on korn's face and digs his fangs into korn's eyes. the eyes are part of what maintains the sire-control that korn has over kim, and kim is able to use that split second to drive the stake into korn's heart.

the moment that korn falters, falling to the ground with a thud, is the moment that the bat drops to the floor.

kim thinks like yeah, fuck, that must've taken a lot out of this poor baby bat, and god that fall looked bad, when all of a sudden the bat is expanding. almost like his bones are breaking (and kim winces because that sounds anguishing) and reforming and he keeps growing bigger and bigger and bigger until kim realised that this was no bat.

this was a vampire, trapped in the form of a bat.

this is his fledgling, his fledgling who was supposed to have died.

chay.

yeah anyways!! fun little story that i'm working on rn!! lmk what you think/want to see, if you got to the end of this! !

[hawkshadowwrites]

🩸 worshiping the altar of your hips 🩸

Vegaspete; 2k

Tags: thigh biting, blood play, vampire Vegas, human Pete

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Pete has proven to be the most delightful pet. More than anything else, Pete responds to Vegas as if Vegas is a god, not a monster.

Vegas knows what he is. Has always known what he is. He has never been ashamed of this, or felt the need to justify his urges or desires; Vegas is not nice, or kind, or generous. He is cruel and callous and cavalier with the people around him, has lied and stolen and cheated to get what he wants.

He doesn’t know how to be given something, freely, without condition. He doesn’t know how to accept a gift or an offering simply because that person saw the need or desire to do so.

But that’s all that Pete does. All that Pete is.

Since that moment in the dungeon, since Pete came apart with just the feel of Vegas’s fangs in his neck, he has been insatiable. Obsessive. Fervent.

Pete craves Vegas almost as much as Vegas craves Pete; eager and willing to offer his neck for Vegas to sink his teeth into, dipping under a haze of submission to be nothing more than what Vegas wants from him.

Pete… is everything Vegas could possibly have ever imagined, or wanted, or desired. And Pete is all his.

Pete offers his body to Vegas for his own pleasure, sex, or violence, or hunger, all one and the same between them, inextricable from the other. Vegas delights in making Pete come all over himself from just the act of feeding on him, making his body with bruises and bite marks and bloodstains, from his neck all the way down to his stomach.

However, one thing that Vegas has recently discovered, is how sensitive Pete’s thighs are. How responsive he is, how quickly he comes when Vegas gets anywhere near them.

So tonight he is going to have some fun with this.

“Hold still.” Vegas leans over Pete on the bed and tightens the rope wrapped around his wrists, tugging on it to make sure it is secure to the bedpost. His arms are extended out over his head, the rope crisscrossing his shoulders and down his torso to emulate a harness. Vegas leans forward and ghosts his lips along Pete’s, smiling when Pete tries to press himself into the kiss.

“I told you to be still,” Vegas scolds, and Pete just whines.

Vegas trails his lips down Pete’s neck, licking at the half healed cuts from this morning. Pete has enough of Vegas’s blood in him on a consistent basis that none of the marks or abrasions Vegas gives him lasts long at all, but it’s fun enough to see how far he can push it, how much Pete will bleed out before Vegas gives him more blood.

At this point the two of them are continuously linked, Vegas is comprised of Pete’s blood and Pete is comprised up of Vegas’s blood; the only thing left that Vegas can do is cut open Pete’s chest and hold his still beating heart in his hands.

He just might, Pete begs for it enough, after all.

Vegas settles himself down between Pete’s spread legs and traces his finger along the script of his tattoo, moving sideways to where Pete’s cock rests, dark red and weeping at the tip. Vegas looks up and holds Pete’s gaze and then brings his palm down, hard.

Pete spasms, the pain reverberating through him as his orgasm overtakes him, his cock spurting over his thighs and abdomen.

“I think this is the most fun when you’re still sensitive,” Vegas teases before leaning down and licking a long stripe of Pete’s come up off his skin. Pete just moans, body writhing away from the touch but also arching into it, always a duality of desire.

Vegas slides his hand down the soft skin of Pete’s inner thigh, squeezing his fingers into the tender skin and watching the color bloom under the pressure of his fingers. There are several places to draw blood in the thighs and some are detrimental — those Vegas will save for last, just to make things really fun.

He starts small. A gentle kiss on the inside of Pete’s left knee, tongue flicking along the crease and tasting the tang of Pete’s perspiration. He nips, just barely, and grins when Pete’s leg jolts in his grip.

“Easy,” Vegas chides. “Behave.”

Pete makes another noise of assent before relaxing in his grip, eyes wide and hazy as he watches Vegas. Vegas loves it when Pete goes nonverbal like this, not because he enjoys it when Pete doesn’t talk, but more-so for the fact that he is blissed out and flying high and desperate for every morsel of attention Vegas gives him.

He kisses the inside of Pete’s thigh, right alongside the crease of his knee, and takes time to make the smallest bite. He doesn’t even fully draw blood, just enough to break the skin and turn it a blooming pink. He wants to build up to the good stuff.

He moves up, this time nipping the tender skin until he feels the salty tang of blood, barely holding back his own moan at the intoxicating taste of it.

Everything about Pete is addictive, from his smell to his sweat to the taste of his skin, all of this which he willingly offers to Vegas. A lamb in the den of a lion, on the alter of sacrifice. Adoration met with temptation, purpose met with divine deliverance.

Vegas never truly had anything to believe in before this, but Pete is everything kept from him and more. A manifestation and embodiment of the desires of his soul, his own beating heart made into flesh and blood, ripe for the taking. And the tasting.

Vegas hides his smile in the skin of Pete’s thigh and moves further up, creating a small crescent moon with his incisors. Pete’s skin is warm now, the flush dark along the surface, blood working overtime as it spreads to his open wounds.

There have been times where Vegas has cut Pete open with his teeth, watched as crimson rain fell across the canvas of his skin, waiting until the beat of his heart was a faint little thing before cutting open his own wrist and holding it to Pete’s lips. Sacrilegious in the way he would then stroke his own cock as Pete drinks the blood of his keeper, ingests the divine force working to keep him living.

The way his hunger is unmatched, eyes feral and blazing with the heat of a hundred dying suns, a brand and a missive of expectation of belonging. This is usually enough to push Vegas over the edge, spilling his release in his palm only to remove his wrist from Pete’s mouth, only to have Pete lick up his come.

But for now, Pete is bound to the bed, arousal pulsing through him with each beat of his heart, a fragile breakable human that entrusts his existence to the creature that wants to devour him.

Vegas makes a deeper cut this time, a sharp slice of his teeth that has Pete gasping, the hot rush of blood trickling down the inside of his thigh getting perilously close to the bed before he licks it up, grin causing him to smear it along his cheek. He suckles at this one for a few moments, working a bruise that will turn purple and blue in the matching rays of the dawn light, a kaleidoscope of color in mirroring of nature and nurture. Or at least something to that effect.

He holds Pete down to the bed and kisses up the top of his quad, nipping at each mole to remark his own claim. He moves over to the other side and repeats the process, growing more impatient with himself as he tries to drag this out.

Really, he could have hours of fun with Pete, except that he gets to a point where he aches for it, he burns with the desire to consume, to ignite himself in the flames of revelation, licking up the sides of his enclosure as he dives deeper and deeper into hell. Temptation is one of the greatest sins, after all, but Vegas will suffer a million times for the taste of Pete on his lips.

Pete can’t hold back his moans now, cock hard again, thick and heavy hanging on his hip. He squirms under Vegas’s mouth and Vegas knows that he is just as eager as Vegas is.

Vegas moves up to where his pulse beats the loudest, the place where he carries his life force under such delicate conditions. Humans are fragile; fragile bones and skin and muscle and sinew, breakable from every facet and angle to be given a new purpose.

And this is Pete’s.

Vegas licks the skin right over the femoral artery, savoring the way Pete’s pulse throbs under his tongue. He aches for it, aches to sink his teeth into the tender skin and feel the flow of blood over his chin and lips, drinking until he can’t anymore. Pete twitches his thigh, pushing himself closer to Vegas’s mouth, tugging at the rope with a whine.

Vegas moves away and settles his urge by marking up a handful of new bite marks along the inside of his thighs, until he can feel the aching need from Pete. He settles himself back between Pete’s thighs and hooks his leg up over his shoulder, kissing down the line.

“We’ll only have a few minutes baby,” Vegas warns, placing a gentle kiss over the thrum of Pete’s life point. His other hand reaches between the cleft of Pete’s ass to push two fingers inside, twisting up until he pushes into his prostate. Pete spasms on the bed and makes a punched out sound, cock leaking on his stomach.

He is already stretched open from earlier, when Vegas spent an hour licking up inside of him with no other purpose than to just taste him. Vegas himself is on the edge, his own desire riding the delicate knife tip, needing to both be inside of Pete and to feel the beat of his heart on his tongue.

He curls his fingers again, massaging into Pete’s prostate until his second orgasm hits, causing him to go boneless on the bed above him.

Vegas sinks his teeth into the artery, and rips.

The rush of blood is immediate, covering Vegas’s lips and chin, soaking through the bedsheet underneath them. Vegas closes his eyes and drinks, allowing himself five seconds, ten, twenty, before ripping himself back. Pete is already going hazy, eyes fluttering as his body shuts down. Vegas hooks his other leg over his shoulder and slides him across the bed, the blood coating his skin as much as a lubricant as anything.

Vegas pushes his cock inside of Pete and sinks inside, Pete crying out as he bottoms inside. He knows he is close — being inside of Pete is like coming home — and he has a few minutes before his heart will stop working.

They’ve played this game before, racing the clock for their own carnality, and this time Vegas is determined to win. Just like always.

He bends Pete nearly in half and fucks into him with sharp snaps of his hips, the warmth of Pete’s blood covering his groin and easing the way. He leans in and slides his lips against Pete’s grinning when Pete realizes that Vegas’s mouth is still full of his own blood.

“That’s it baby,” Vegas praises, “just like that.”

He kisses Pete with the intensity of a thousand lifetimes, each second passing a threat against the eternity he plans to spend with Pete. With his heart and soul, spread before him like a gift.

Vegas groans when he comes, filling Pete with hot pulses of his own release, kissing Pete again with fervent delight as the wound on his thigh slowly stops bleeding.

Vampire blood has healing properties, but so does Vampire semen. No one knows, because no one has played around long enough to find out.

It’s not nearly as powerful as blood, so it’s a moderate fix, but Vegas knows with his own seed inside of Pete that he doesn’t have to worry about Pete bleeding out on him, as much of a feast as that would be.

Pete makes a noise and tugs again at the ropes and Vegas sighs, reaching up and slicing through them. Pete flexes his hands and looks at them for the briefest moment before sinking them in Vegas’s hair, dragging him in for another kiss.

Vegas will never get over the intensity in which Pete longs for him, in which after everything Vegas does, he still needs him.

[live-from-flaturn]

pirate chay?? I guess?

idk, this snippet has been sitting in my wip drafts forever. feel free to share your thoughts.

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The haughty nobleman puffed out his chest and glared up at the slightly taller pirate, one of the many who’d boarded his ship. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His captor smiled, unbothered. “Taking you for ransom!”

“Wh–”

A woman in a dark feathered hat approached and the boy straightened his back. He shot Kim a quick, bewildering wink before his smile disappeared and a roguish smirk took its place. What the–

“You’re even prettier than the rumors implied, Lord Theerapanyakul,” he half-purred. With a swift and unexpectedly smooth kick, the boy’s bootheel connected with the back of Kim’s left calf and dropped him to the deck. “But you’d look better down on your knees.”

[chanbig]

A cat appears in the Theerapanyakul compound. No one knows how it got there, or why it wants to follow (a highly-allergic) Kinn around. Chan is called in to help. OR Big gets turned into a cat, and Chan takes care of him.

[kimkhimhant]

a gentle warmth (that doesn't hurt) chapter 5

Chapter 5: afterglow

Summary:

He wishes, a little desperately, that these moments could last forever. That every second of his life, from now on, will feel this bright and free. He knows it won’t. He knows this day will end, and he’ll have to face reality again when Monday comes, but maybe this joy, right now, is enough to make it worth it.

[housseao3]

Western AU - Yours Faithfully Chapter 11

We are having a wedding in the new chapter of Yours Faithfully and then Tae gets to come to his new home for the first time. Chan is romantic and Owen has switched sided.

[ae-azile]

Progression is now up!

Chapter Summary: Tankhun makes some necessary changes in order to gain his father's respect and defend his relationship. Kinn discovers how important knocking before entering a room is. The Theerapanyakul family grows a little larger in multiple ways.

[petesbubblebutt]

✨ WIP Wednesday ✨

Fandom: KinnPorsche the Series

Pairing: VegasPete

Summary: Ep 4 auction AU where Pete drinks the water instead of Porsche

Tags: dubcon, canon typical dubcon, canon typical Vegas fuckery, drugging, mentions & allusions to cnc

Written with @stratumgermanitivum 💖

we have about 8k of this written so far so hopefully we can wrap it up soon! (On top of the puppy verse fics AND our active safehouse fic…)

[mousydentist]

comfort’s in your arms

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Characters: Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega/Omega, Omega Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Omega Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Non-Explicit Sex, Frottage, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Light Angst, related to canon events, Getting Together Summary:

Chay goes into heat, and he and Kim figure out what it means for two omegas to be together.

[maenecoon]

i know i only posted about my kimchay vampire fic au a few days ago, but i actually started this fic all the way at the end of jan. anyways, here's a peek of what i wrote before:

Lost in his thoughts, his footsteps fall heavily, boots crunching against fallen leaves and twigs as he trudges through the forest. He'd just finished a quick scout of the woods behind the mansion and was well on his way home.

As he was about to turn, his supernatural hearing picks up on the tiniest little squeak. The creature sounds so small, so little.

Creatures come and go, it's the circle of life. A small, helpless creature in the dead of the night wasn't bound to survive. It seems to haunt him wherever he goes, an inescapable reality ー it's always a fight for survival, both within the forest and within his home.

He’s thinking of ignoring it when the thing squeaks again. Faintly, he recognises it to be a soft cry, one that sounds much like a baby animal - a bat, in particular.

He knows the forest like the back of his palm, and is acutely aware of the colony of bats living within the woods. He has even interacted with several of them for intel - they make loyal, effective spies - in exchange for blood and other offerings he could easily afford. But their coven is tucked deep within the heart of the forest, a distance away from where he was currently. The creature’s cries sound much closer. But if it were a bat, it must've wandered quite far from the cave.

He glances up at the moon, the waning beauty hanging high above his head. Deciding he had nothing better to do anyways, he speeds towards the sound of the noise, following the direction of the cries. It wouldn’t hurt to earn strengthen relations between him and the bat coven anyways.

The closer he gets, the louder it grows. He can even pick up undertones of distress and worry within the tone of its cries. The dramatics are almost human-like and Kim can't help but scoff at the comparison, knowing well that bats didn't have the capacity to feel. And yet, this little bat, who’s having a horrible day, is deciding to make it everyone else’s problem.

It clearly has quite the personality, a very annoying one at that.

Enough about not startling the creature. Any louder and it might attract the unwanted attention of predators, which would not be good in Kim’s books.

The trees and bracken pass in a blur of brown and green hues, the wind whipping past his cheeks as he follows the cries. His hair is left tousled by the time he settles beside the obnoxiously loud noise machine, sitting sulkily on a pile of dead, soggy leaves.

Crouching down, he gruffly pinches the creature up by the scruff, lifting it up.

[hawkshadowwrites]

I’m insane but I’m your baby

🍑 Vegaspete, 13k

🍭 Pete wears a trophy husband crop top & Vegas has feelings about it

💖 established relationship, crack treated seriously

⛓️ bdsm, d/s, orgasm denial, cockwarming, somno

💖 art by @blackwatervial 💖

< archiveofourown.org/works/47862493 >

[ivor-outlaw]

all of love's legalities (a VegasPorsche fanfic)

Porsche's world crumbles like a house of cards overnight when Kinn requests divorce out of the blue and kicks him out of their luxury apartment at the compound. On top of that, Porsche has a toddler and his little brother to look after, no job, no money, and no idea what to do with himself. Luckily there's still his parents' house where he meets Pete, his new neighbour and soon best friend, and somehow Porsche keeps running into this handsome Alpha at Prapai's preschool over and over again. Said Alpha not only turns out to be an excellent lawyer and single father but also the most charming, caring man Porsche has ever met. And Vegas seems to be taking an interest in him as well – professionally and personally.

all of love's legalities

The art is mine, I drew it on a whim as a fic cover and it was super fun, might make a habit of it🧡

(Since so many peeps enjoyed the VegasPorsche fic cosmopolitan on my ao3 acc and asked for a continuation, I decided to write a whole little multichap fic about them, so hop on over to ao3 if you're interested!)

[emberfaye]

[kimkhimhant]

this tender violence - chapter 6

Chapter 6: human

Summary:

He still feels on rocky footing, unsure of how to act in a group of people his age, who all seem to be friends. He feels a little inhuman. A little like an alien trying to pretend to be a person, one wrong move away from failing. He feels like if he does the wrong thing, he’ll be found out, somehow. He’s not sure what that would mean for him.

kim tries to integrate into society

[housseao3]

Western AU - Yours Faithfully Chapter 17

In this chapter of Yours Faithfully what Tae has omitted to say comes to light and Tae is forced to face his past. Chan reacts completely different from what Tae expects. Someone starts a journey and Kan is plotting things with an exasperated Vegas lurking in the background. Owen continues to be the best dog to ever dog.