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If you wrote FadeBison, I would read the hell out of it.

elliiieeeeeee!!!!! thank you! this is another ask that only made me worse and I had to prepare a little gift to express my gratitude.

I don't even know why FadelBison got me in a chokehold like this. It's not like I endgame ship them. I just need Fadel to haunt Bison's every narrative. Kind of like this:

[KantBison; R]

Bison looks so good like this - well Bison, unfortunately, always looks good. But the way he looks in Kant’s arms naked, sated after a bout of their lovemaking is definitely a cut above the rest; a delicious sheen of sweat, apple red cheeks, hair mussed with the streaks of Kant’s fingers running through them.  Except, he isn’t naked, not entirely. Kant feels the pearls, still somehow cold, when he curls his fingers into the nape of Bison’s neck.

Bison is melting into his arms, following the path that Kant’s other hand makes on his body, down his sides and gently massaging his sore hips; still a livewire of sensation in his afterglow. Kant kisses his neck, trails down his pulse at the hollow of his throat and finds himself deterred by the smiling little charm, mocking him on his thwarted quest.

Kant tests the waters, picks at the necklace absently before taking the clasp between two fingers. Bison’s hand shoots out, no longer sluggish and teasing, firmly stopping Kant. He has one eyebrow raised at him, wary.

“I just want to kiss your neck.” Kant says, curiosity piqued.

“Best of luck.” Bison responds, though he’s now sporting a small smile. He still pushes Kant’s hands away from his neck. Kant pull him in with a fingers under his jaw instead, indulging in all the things that Bison allows him to do. And there’s so many things he gets to do; like knead on the globes of his ass or play with his nipples as they kiss. And yet–

“Something special?” Kant asks, picking at the necklace again.

“No.” Bison is quick to answer, though he has his eyes cracked open now, watching Kant instead of drifting to sleep, “It’s cheap but I’ve had it for a long time.” He clarifies, in a tone that feels very much like Kant should stop asking.

“So…special then?” Kant says laughing a little, trying to keep the mood light. He pushes Bison onto his back to expose his neck better then starts kissing deliberately, reverently over the necklace.

Kant doesn’t know if it’s because of what he’s doing now, or if it’s because they’ve been cuddling and kissing for a while now but Bison is beginning to get hard against Kant’s thigh, barely able to hold back his moans.

“From someone special?” He continues, as he teases Bison’s hole again, just to test that it’s still sufficiently wet for him. He sheathes himself and slides in, “You like me fucking you in it?” He says. Bison only moans brokenly in return. He brings a hand up to Kant’s shoulder. 

For a split second Kant thinks that Bison will push him away. Eventually, the tense lines of his body relaxes, and he simply swings his legs more firmly around Kant’s back, Kant holding his thigh open to make the angle easier. 

They come like that; bodies pressed together in an artless rhythm, the imperfect imprint of Kant’s lips over the pearls on Bison’s heart.

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nani you have a fic about piercings but have you thought about cck piercings.. think of the real estate available

taking notes, thinking, learning etc from your big brained takes. on ao3 because it crossed 1k LMAO. i hope you like it!

Title: nailed Pairing: KantBison Rating: Explicit Summary: Kant and Bison's first time if Kant had a Prince Albert.

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theres no way first didn’t get a boner while filming those things… i dont even hava a dick but i got a boner

anon did you see the post where i said write something unhinged about fk and i might write fic? anyway here you go, unsolicited fic:

First is fine, of course he is. 

This is his third series writhing against Khaotung in front of a live crowd, and he’d died of mortification several times already, right now he’s just trying to breathe and get through it all. So he’s doing well, he thinks, all things considered. Just him and the blank white ceiling.

“No, the lamp throws the balance of the shot off and it hides all of Khaotung’s waist.”

And Khaotung, that traitor chimes in, “You can’t block out my waist! I shed blood for this.” To his credit he does sound genuinely anxious and First knows how hard he’s actually worked. But First is also genuinely anxious about how he is crotch up, tenting on a bed surrounded by no less than five crew members who are frantically trying to handle this situation. So far they’ve tried the covers, sweats, coffee mug on random table and apparently the latest, lamp, was also swiftly rejected. The compromise between artistic expression and First’s boner apparently eludes them still.

One would think that several people perplexed over his dick, would drive his boner right down but Khaotung, that traitorous beast, hadn’t separated from First. Instead, he lay with his head contentedly cradled on his shoulder, the heat of Khaotung’s thigh draped across First’s, sears his skin. And so, here First continues to lay, best friend tucked into his side, dick rock solid and leaving very little to the imagination in his white boxers. Light and dark color coding is fine until the outline of the veins running along his cock start showing up on HD film.

Just as he thinks Jojo is ready to just give up on the wide shot altogether, Khaotung, that absolute criminal, suddenly hums. “What if I just?” He mumbles to himself and then slithers down a little until his soft cheek is pressed against his chest, Khaotung’s warm breath steadily blowing over his nipple - dear god.

And apparently that wasn’t even the worst of it because the very next second - yep, that’s Khaotung arm pressing into his hard-on, shielding it from the camera. Jojo nearly screams, yelling out a generous amount of praises for Khaotung while First’s insides slowly dissolve into goo.

“Relax.” Khaotung, that incorrigible demon, says, “You know I take it as a compliment.” Yeah, so. First is just fine.

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I am not going to fall for this again Jojo I’ve seen only friends!!! You might want everyone to think that there’s some beautiful commentary here about the balance of trust and vulnerability shown through the dynamics of kink play but I am not biting this time around I only see the cute nipples but I refuse to engage in the meaning of the cute nipples in the broader context of the narrative!!!!!

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Duck Prints Press Kinks Your October!

Love prompt-a-day challenges? So do we, which is why we thought it would be fun to put together our own Kinktober list – assembled collaboratively with input from interested Duck Prints Press contributors. And now here we are! Welcome to the Duck Prints Press Kinks-Your-Tober challenge – 31 days of prompts, three prompts per day, loads of horny ideas there for the taking!

This is a rules-light challenge with no minimum word count or minimum art amount or whatnot. We’re kinking up your October, so anything goes! Pick one prompt per day or mix-and-match all three. Create fiction, art, graphics, playlists, or whatever else floats your boat. Fanworks or original works welcome. Combine our list with other October lists or don’t. Anything goes!! The only thing we won’t tolerate? Intolerance: no kinkshaming, shipshaming, fandom hate, etc.

We’re not reblogging or boosting works; this is a lowkey, for-fun challenge for y’all and for us. But, if you post your accurately tagged work to AO3, we encourage you to add it to the Kinks-Your-Tober 2024 collection.

Also, feel free to come hang with us on our Book Lover’s Server!

HAPPY KINKING, Y’ALL!

Full list in text form (read more):

Oct. 1: breathplay – sentient creature bestiality – collars Oct. 2: incubus/succubus – heat sex – breast worship Oct. 3: wax play – stone top – wartenberg wheel Oct. 4: xenophilia – human furniture – tailfucking Oct. 5: somnophilia – roleplaying – piercings Oct. 6: age play – oviposition – rough sex Oct. 7: nipple orgasm – suspension bondage – wireplay Oct. 8: service top – watersports – clothing kink Oct. 9: public use – tentacles – breeding kink Oct. 10: pervertable – come inflation – cigar/ash play Oct. 11: pet play – consensual non-consent – hair kink Oct. 12: knifeplay – mutual masturbation – sensation play Oct. 13: praise kink – fucking machine – wing kink Oct. 14: ice play – magical healing dick – safeword use Oct. 15: boot worship – clit/cock warming – melolagnia Oct. 16: biting – cock-and-ball torture – rut sex Oct. 17: sex work – size kink – hand/finger kink Oct. 18: exhibitionism – face sitting – underwater sex Oct. 19: blood play – vaginal/anal plug – merpeople Oct. 20: belly bulge – chastity – figging Oct. 21: objectification – voice kink – first time Oct. 22: lingerie kink – dollification – fisting Oct. 23: fire play – pampering – self-cest Oct. 24: handcuffs – hemipenes/hemiclits – glory hole Oct. 25: voyeurism – double penetration – S&M Oct. 26: lacatation – orgasm delay or denial – kneeling Oct. 27: overstimulation – dry humping – android/cyborg Oct. 28: dendrophilia – creature shifter – impact play Oct. 29: public sex – omorashi – electrical play Oct. 30: sex pollen – cunnilingus/blow job – humiliation Oct. 31: sex toys – power bottom – knotting

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ciize is in her chaotic sapphic era... AND I'M SO HERE FOR IT 🫶

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Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2024

As promised, we're bringing you the official prompt list of AI-less Whumptober 2024 today!

We have 31 days of excellent whump prompts, with three prompts per day to pick from, fun themes, and 10 alt prompts to play around with. We hope you enjoy! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you.

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice.

What are these themes about?

Just a little bit of extra fun for the mods. Like last year, we'll be handing out various badges for people participating in the event. A full list will be posted later (and linked here once that happens), but perhaps there will be a special badge or two for people who can't be completionists but who do manage to finish every single day of a specific theme ;)

How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?

It suffices to tag your work with #AIlesswhumptober2024 for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There will be an AO3 collection for the writers to share their works in, this will be made available once we're closer to October (and linked here once that happens).

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1 - Torture Tuesday

public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

October 2 - Whumperless Wednesday

Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

October 3 - Trauma Thursday

Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”

October 4 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

October 5 - Sensory Saturday

Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”

October 6 - Surprise Sunday

Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

October 7 - Medical Monday

Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

October 8 - Torture Tuesday

Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

October 9 - Whumperless Wednesday

Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

October 10 - Trauma Thursday

Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

October 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

October 12 - Sensory Saturday

Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”

October 13 - Surprise Sunday

Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”

October 14 - Medical Monday

Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

October 15 - Torture Tuesday

Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”

October 16 - Whumperless Wednesday

Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”

October 17 - Trauma Thursday

Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”

October 18 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

October 19 - Sensory Saturday

Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

October 20 - Surprise Sunday

Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

October 21 - Medical Monday

Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”

October 22 - Torture Tuesday

Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.” October 23 - Whumperless Wednesday

Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

October 24 - Trauma Thursday

Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”

October 25 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”

October 26 - Sensory Saturday

Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”

October 27 - Surprise Sunday

Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

October 28 - Medical Monday

Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

October 29 - Torture Tuesday

Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

October 30 - Whumperless Wednesday

Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

October 31 - Trauma Thursday

Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Alt prompts:

1) Pistol whipped

2) Co-dependency

3) Animal bite

4) Zombies

5) White room torture

6) Shock collar

7) Pulling teeth

8) Kidnapping

9) “You always make everything worse!”

10) “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”

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PLEASE write something cute and fluffy for Kunessi (doesn’t have to be long) where despite Kun’s retirement Leo jokes about now having Kun all to himself

MY DEAREST ANON YOU HAVE SENT THIS TO ME ALMOST A YEAR AGO AND LET ME TELL YOU I WROTE SOMETHING ALMOST IMMEDIATELY BUT WHEN I SAY I CANNOT WRITE CUTE AND FLUFFY KUNESSI FORGIVE ME.

Anyhow here is what I actually wrote and i thought it was appropriate to unleash this upon the kunessi girlies going through it during the WC

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Title: Things may end

Pairing: Kunessi

Paris is noisy. Well technically he’s still in the airport because there is some delay in getting his car rental. But the airport is noisy and there’s 5 pages of French gibberish between him and his car. There’s an English copy but it’s barely any more helpful. He still clicks a few photos of the pages and texts it to Joe Hart with no more context than a ‘?’ after – it’s a habit he’d picked up in Manchester, when they were both in Manchester and the English were a constant source of conundrum in Kun’s life.

Finally, an out of breath airline hostess rushes into the tiny little office he’s sitting in with the hateful scraps of papers in his hands. She introduces herself and says the magic words, ‘I can translate.’

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Paris is still noisy when Leo texts him.

‘mi amor,’ it says, ‘how do you get stuck in an airport 🤣’

Kun ignores it, mood souring even more. He should have just taken a taxi then and revealed Leo’s residence to the no doubt curious driver. Information like that will fetch a good price even. And he could even use the income. He doesn’t really understand the investment and dividends that Masche’s broker keeps sending him e-mails about but something about selling Leo’s private data feels like an honest, tangible barter.

Besides, it would serve that smug bastard right. Kun can fund his trip and take revenge in one fell swoop.

But if he would allow himself some honesty, he’s annoyed because he’s ruined his own surprise. Surprised delight is a good look on Leo, for a man who has so much, it’s endearing the way Leo lights up with even the littlest thing Kun does. And if he’s being really honest, he’s here in this foreign land he doesn’t know very well, in search of the one place he can call home. To flood the darkness growing inside him, stall it for the few days that Leo has to spare.

His phone buzzes.

Vehicle you booked out of order. Refund will be in your bank acc in 3-5 business days

Too late, he thinks. It’s too late.

The hostess already told him.

He knows there’s no car waiting for him.

He bounces his leg idly. He’d always thought it would be that. His leg. Everyone fears for their legs or even shoulders, head even. Every injury is an abyss that one must cross blind, not knowing what form you’ll emerge with on the other side. And people have held his hand through them, till he’s emerged on that other side, changed but adapting, compensating for a weak right ankle, a creaky knee, speed with strength, strength with instinct.

There’s a tight feeling in his chest.

His heart.

There are hands clutched in his but there’s no shoreline in sight.

So how long can he hope for them to hold him.

His phone buzzes.

‘I’m in the garage near terminal B’

Is it selfish? To need a spotlight. To need a beacon to guide him home?

He swings the not-a-gym bag overnighter over his shoulder and starts walking. Bitterly, he thinks it doesn’t matter. Lights aren’t always bright in the way signs aren’t always clear and airline translators have more customers than just him to serve.

Turns twists escalators, the chill of the airport. The sheen of a car belonging to a rich asshole.

The windows roll down to reveal the smile of a dear friend.

‘It’s good to see you carino.’ Leo says as he emerges from the car, pulls him in for a hug. And when they finally separate, Leo stretches out a hand, waiting for him to put his bag in them.

The tightness in Kun’s chest unfurls.

And in his chest - a little worse for the wear though it may be - his heart beats.

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joongkhaotung [nonsexual?] puppy play

“P’Khaotung do you want to come upstairs?”

The question is superfluous, he’s already parked in his apartment’s garage. But Khaotung doesn’t move until he asks. Khaotung’s response is to slowly amble out of the car and entirely wordlessly follow Joong to the elevators.

Joong gets to look at him in the elevator, likes how they stand nearly at height but Khaotung still somehow manages to look tiny and cute in his oversized shirt, lips pursed in thought as he plays with his sleeves, ignoring Joong.

‘Just like picking up a stray,’ Joong thinks, as Khaotung falls in step behind him on their way to his apartment. Khaotung hands Joong his bag and takes off his shoes but otherwise doesn’t move from the entryway, not until Joong has brought back his collar.

Khaotung finally looks at him when he’s fastened the buckle of the simple black leather band around his neck. He undresses Khaotung with slow, lingering touches and whispers the little ‘sit’ in reverence when he’s done.

Khaotung drops to his knees immediately, leans into Joong when he pats his soft hair, “there, there pup. You did good today.” Khaotung whines a little in his throat then crawls on his hands and knees to follow Joong into the house. He stops and whines when Joong picks up his controller. 

Joong drops it immediately. Khaotung might have said that he’s happy going along with whatever Joong does in his house when they do this but it’s become fairly obvious that there’s only a few activities that Khaotung finds actually relaxing.

“Come boy,” He says, “Let’s make dinner.” Khaotung follows him, still crawling across Joong’s spotless floors and climbs onto one of the dining room chairs with his knees folded and feet up on the seat. Joong only allows himself glimpses of Khaotung when he’s like this, relaxing in his house, naked as the day he was born. It’s difficult to know how much he’s allowed to stare. 

But just these glimpses are - they’re already fairly rewarding. There’s an easy, lazy expression on Khaotung’s face as he watches him work. The lines of Khaotung’s biceps are sharp from the strain of holding his knees up on the chair. Joong runs his hand through Khaotung’s hair, enjoys the pleased little smile it evokes especially when he ends the gesture with gentle scratches behind his ear.

Joong brings out his tablet and sets it on the table in front of Khaotung. The FaceID unlocks the tablet for Khaotung and he immediately clicks through to the bird catching game meant for actual cats. Joong had downloaded it as a joke, fully expecting Khaotung to play one of the games meant for people but he’d seemed delighted at Joong’s foresight and had happily tapped the birds with his nose.

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ah this is truly such a wonderful response to my ask which was about *you* being a brilliant writer who I've been blessed with <3 I'm only a third of the way through and ICNDY is amazing and heartfelt and just very cohesive in terms of the way the characters act and the story flows using a generous amount of real life incidences between FK I feel really honored that I've played some part in making your fandom life fun and more relaxed. I'm so glad you owned up to being the author because everyone should know its you!! Also you're fine in regards to commenting. I actually noticed your username in my kudos long before you followed me here because I would see it fairly consistently and every time I say something funny like there's four people invested in my writing that number generally includes you hahahaha You've really made my day too. I am looking forward to rest of ICNDY and anything else you release (I'm just as slow a reader as I'm a writer though so slfjdldjglsdjg don't feel discouraged if you don't hear from me soon)

Okay can I just say that I have had I could never deny you marked since some people tagged one of my fk meta posts with oh this sounds like icndy and I just I am losing my mind that you for writing everything inside my heart your fic has changed my life I am so happy right now reading it

Okay but oh my god you are literally my FK writing HERO???? I actually just screamed when I saw this in my inbox and now I'm shaking as I'm writing this reply I can't believe you are reading ***my*** fic???? Every FK fic I write (okay I've only posted the one but I have like 1000 WIPs) is so, so deeply inspired by all of your amazing FK writing?!? Also, literally, you were the very first blog I followed here on tumblr when I joined last fall (specifically to get into the fk/only friends fandom)!! I'm sorry I probably haven't kudos-ed/commented on most of your FK fics yet because I was still quite scared of admitting to reading/writing RPF when I started ICNDY T.T (I posted it anonymously at first). But you've always had such an incredibly chill and level-headed mindset toward it, which helped me feel less shame and be less worried about harassment <3 Now that I'm more chill about it I plan to go back and comment on all my favorite FK fics once ICNDY is done and I allow myself to actually read again T.T

Anyway sorry this turned into my fandom life story but you have actually helped shape every aspect of my FK fandom experience so.... I think this might be the best day of my life.

I hope you enjoy the rest of ICNDY!! And the last chapter will be out next week (excluding the epilogues of course. and the sequel...) I'm going to go scream into a pillow <3

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[untitled surreal fk]

trying to write a fic in kind of an experimental style and....my god my vocabulary for spatial descriptions is truly abysmal askfjdfhdk lets not talk about how many times the thesaurus had to be consulted to write the following:

First meets Khaotung at the end of the world. But it’s not actually the end of the world, even though it certainly feels like it, and it’s not Khaotung. Well, it is Khaotung but First still doesn’t know. He won’t find out for another two days. Right this moment, Khaotung is just a boy– albeit one that immediately catches his eyes– browsing through the meager selection of fruits at the farm stand where First has stopped for a smoke. And a banana. The boy picks a bruised orange, the least bruised orange in the lot of mostly bruised oranges and brings it to the table right in front of First’s. There are only three tables surrounding the dilapidated farmstand, a relic of it’s rich and boisterous history of fresh goods and clamoring patrons. Now there’s only First and-not yet- Khaotung chewing idly on their fruits sitting on dusty and wobbling plastic chairs, mostly not looking at each other. Well First is mostly not looking, the boy though is staring directly at him. First looks just enough to notice.

I'll release a real preview when I've written out the first chapter (if I ever do 😭)

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First Kanaphan Kissing Booth

Hello, hello! This fic is inspired by @khaopybara's absolutely brilliant gifset from the even more brilliant gmm's men kissing men gifset series which in turn is inspired by @ranchthoughts amazing kissing multiverse analysis. Overjoyed, by the findings that my slut trio took gold, silver AND bronze I have been floating on cloud nine ever since and then khaopybara included hoefirst threeway kiss in her set and my fate was sealed. Look away if you don't like RPF! You have your warning and I'm not responsible for you reading beyond this point.

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Title: the First Kanaphan kissing booth Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: FirstNamtan ; FirstBright; eventual FirstKhaotung endgame Status: Incomplete! But!! You can help! Do you ALSO have people you wished First kissed but hasn't? Please let me know such that I can include it!!!! Right now I'm planning to include Earth, Tay and perhaps Jennie (I really don't know which of the GMM ladies First is close to)

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When First gets roped into picking up a shift at the kissing booth for his faculty’s fundraiser, he hadn’t really thought that he would be the one kissing anyone.

For you see, there are several, in his opinion, way cuter-than-him cats there, sitting and dozing in little baskets meant to be the stars of the show.

But suddenly there’s a looming presence that’s blocking the sun from his line of sight and he looks up to be met with the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen in his life. She’s not from his faculty but she’s a cheerleader, he’s seen those piercing eyes with perfect winged eyeliner many times before, often his friends talking about her pictures on socials.

“Hey,” She says and First can’t say that he’s completely unaffected by the confidence in her tone, like she’s someone who’s used to getting her way, “How much is it to kiss you?” First’s heart starts beating a little faster but after a few moments of staring at her in shock he has enough presence of mind to stutter out a little, “I’m not part of the menu.” He remembers her name mid sentence and there’s an awkward pause before he very respectfully adds, “P’Namtan”

She rolls her eyes but she’s speaking much gentler than she was before, “I know I can read. That’s why I asked you the price.”

First doesn’t really know why, but he does know that when beautiful women ask you to do something, you should do it. At least this is what his friend Neo keeps telling him and he’s never found a reason to question him. But it turns out he has many questions about this logic. 

None that matters to her though as Namtan starts tapping her finger against the table restlessly. It’s not helping First decide what to do but he doesn’t think she’s conscious of doing it either. He starts stuttering again and scratching his head as he starts reasoning out a price. Namtan stops him with long, delicate fingers on his chin, then slowly leans forward, with enough time for him to pull away, and kisses his cheek.

“So? How much do you think that was worth?”

First feels like all he’s done during this exchange is stare and ramble unintelligible phrases. He figures that if this was Neo, he would say something a lot smoother like ‘it’s priceless’ but the only thing he’s capable of saying is.”

“But am I not supposed to be kissing you?”

Namtan grins and there’s a mischievous look in her eyes as she leans slightly towards him.

“Huh?” She says tilting her head, “I suppose you are.”

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If kissing a cat is 50 baht then surely he must be worth at least 200 right?

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He doesn’t quite include his services into the menu card displayed in the front of their tent but word spreads and there’s several people who come in the next hour to be bestowed with his kisses. 

He’s turning a profit much higher than any of the previous shifts had and he can’t help feeling a little proud about it. At this rate he will have beaten Big Ben as their highest earner in a few hours.

Suddenly there’s a 1000 baht note in front of him.

“P’Bright!” He exclaims when he notices that devilishly handsome face. But Bright doesn’t have that kind, patient smile he always reserves for First and his myriad awkward antics. First doesn’t know what exactly he’s feeling right now but the intense look in Bright’s eyes has a nervous warmth spread through his chest. 

“Ah! I can make change for that, go ahead.” He says as he gestures towards the cats. “Somporn seems to be a little tired, if you kiss him make it quick or he might swat at you.”

“I’m not here to kiss the cats.” Bright says and doesn’t elaborate further but the easy smile on his face as he checks out First, has that same warmth from before prickle down First’s neck and pool low in his belly.

“Oh.” He says and twiddles his fingers. His cheeks flare up and he suddenly can’t look his beloved senior in the eyes anymore as he stutters out a little, “How-how many?”

“Just the one.”

First nods and reaches for their little money till, still feeling like his whole body is on fire, when Bright’s hand comes down over his to stop him from opening the box. When he looks up, he gasps from how close Bright suddenly is.

“Nong Fir.” Bright says and his whole body is filled with sparks, his hand clasped in Bright’s starting to get clammy. Bright taps his own lips and says, “Do you object?”

To his own surprise, First shakes his head and then he’s being pulled forward by their joined hands, Bright’s free hand snaking around his waist. He has never appreciated fully just how firm or solid Bright’s chest is until now that he’s laid his palms flat on it, truly focused on how it feels to be this close to Bright now that his eyes are closed waiting for Bright to close the distance between them.

Their lips meet softly, a gentle brush that slots them together. And only a few seconds pass before Bright is pulling back with a little nibble on his bottom lip. He makes the mistake of opening his eyes so he can see Bright’s lashes fanned across his cheeks up close and surely First thinks that 1000 baht should get Bright a longer kiss.

But before he can make that point, there’s a little scream at the entrance of the tent. It startles them both and they quickly let go of each other, to put some distance between them.

There’s someone who appears to be Ciize, now unconscious and being held up by Khaotung. There’s an inscrutable look on Khaotung’s face and he’s looking at them with an eyebrow raised. It’s not a bad look and Khaotung doesn’t say anything as he pulls Ciize to sit on a chair. He get a water bottle out and wets a napkin from their booth’s supplies and puts it to her forehead.

“Don’t worry about it.” Khaotung says, when Bright moves forward to help him, “It’s heatstroke. She’s nearly fainted once already, that's why we’re here. Sorry to interrupt.” First can’t find anything wrong with what Khaotung said or even how he’d said it but there’s something about the way that Khaotung is yet to acknowledge him, can’t even be bothered to spare a glance, that his heart sinks. 

He feels like he should apologize but Khaotung hasn’t asked for any such thing and if he were to really think about it then he really doesn’t know what he would be apologizing for either. First stays paralyzed at his spot while Bright is crouched in front of Ciize with Khaotung. When she finally stirs, Bright says something comforting to her that makes her blush and Khaotung look, for just a moment, sour.

Bright comes back to First and brushes a hand against First’s back, ‘I'd better be off. See you around Nong Fir.” He finishes with a wink before walking out of the tent.

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RPF Fic: Khaotung's No Good Very Bad Night Out (Excerpt)

Hello if anyone knows boner fic then...well I had once started writing a sequel which is the same story from Khaotung's POV we haven't actually gotten to the night out part in this excerpt but its still cutesy best friend assery and I thought I'd let it air outside my docs wip graveyard Rated PG for Khaotung essentially being in horny jail this whole fic

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It hits him like a ton of bricks

First’s big, glistening eyes, the distraught in them and the silent plea as he looks back at Khaotung.

How many times has Khaotung seen this very sight before? First knows exactly how big he can make his eyes and how effective it is in getting him absolutely anything. 

From Khaotung or otherwise.

But something about seeing it an inch from his own face after having tasted First’s lips and telling him what he means to him - even if it was as Ayan to Akk - somewhere in the space between his ribcage the words ring true and entirely short circuits Khaotung’s brain. Akk and Ayan’s first kiss, wonderfully romantic and tempered with the doubts and terror of a teenage boy falling in love with another teenage boy…

…and all Khaotung can think about in that moment are various scenarios of First looking up at him just like that, wide eyes thoroughly wronged but begging for it, while Khaotung holds him captive against an array of surfaces; mostly, but not exclusively, horizontal.

‘Cut!’ P ’Golf’s voice cuts through his thoughts and he’s glad for the distraction even though the slight note of irritation makes Khaotung cringe inside, ‘Khaotung, don’t wait so long before saying your line. Just slowly count to three in your head and say it, okay?’

Khaotung nods and shakes his shoulders and hands to bring his focus back, surely he can survive three seconds of looking into First’s soulful eyes without losing his mind entirely.

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Khaotung does make a valiant attempt to rationalize his newfound desire to see First cry. More specifically, crying because he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, preferably delivered from Khaotung himself. His obvious reach is character bleed. It’s Ayan and his obsession to poke and wheedle into Akk’s life also has Khaotung gagging for every sliver of First’s attention. 

It doesn’t matter that he already possesses the lion’s share of First’s attention. No matter how much First fusses over him, laughs because of him, worries about him, follows him around or heck, even gets mad at him - nothing seems to satisfy his desire to monopolize First’s time.

But it’s not weird, obviously, because Ayan is the same about Akk. So when Khaotung’s every waking thought is just one degree separated from straight up locking First in his basement, it’s purely because he’s an excellent actor deeply invested in genuinely portraying his character.

His carefully constructed reasons as to why he suddenly wants his best friend to choke on his dick starts falling apart rather quickly when First gets injured. It’s three weeks of break from filming and while Khaotung is enjoying this interlude from Ayan and a chance to decompress, his affliction involving First has acquired an alarming prognosis. It’s growing within him like a bottomless pit. The more he feeds it - and with First clinging to him like a helpless kitten he’s been feeding it a lot - the further he loses sight of there being an end to this hunger.

Khaotung still did okay when he felt too guilty to have impure thoughts about First when First was freshly injured and the helpless kitten act was less of an act.

Right now though, First is clasping his mostly healed hand and looking up at Khaotung with the most devastatingly needy expression, eyes so big that the only place for it to go is straight to Khaotung’s dick. First even throws in a little, ‘Ai’Tung~~~pleaaase it hurts’ to really fuck with his sanity.

First is trying to convince Khaotung to run down to the 7-eleven to replenish their stock of beer while Khaotung tries to prolong the pretense that he won’t do it. He can’t admit to First it’s because of how much he enjoys First acting cute and wilful around him and thankfully First is too drunk to notice. 

First has just finished consuming the last beer can in Khaotung’s house, his third of the night and it has colored his cheeks with a pretty blush that makes Khaotung’s heart race alarmingly fast. First presses his toes against Khaotung’s thighs, gently trying to pry Khaotung’s butt off the couch and smiling with that mischievous little quirk of his lips. 

First is comfortably lounging back against the armrest like he’s in his own house and has his head tilted to the side as he repeats himself, ‘Please, Ai’Tung. I’ll do anything you ask me to.’

Khaotung has to wonder if First knows exactly how much danger he is in. It’s not entirely First’s fault that Khaotung’s little malady has turned every little exchange of theirs into an opportunity for First to invoke the temptations of Aphrodite upon him. 

The unfortunate nature of their long friendship means that they often play silly little gimmicks with each other. This particular gimmick happens to involve First acting slutty and making innuendos that Khaotung is supposed to laugh at. Then Khaotung is supposed to take him up on his lewd offer and fulfill First’s request. But the incredulous thing about this gimmick is this next part where Khaotung is actually not supposed to make First do anything lewd! This is somehow First’s way of communicating to Khaotung that the pile of dishes in his kitchen sink has reached a critical mass offensive enough for First to wash them for him in exchange for a paltry favor.

He remembers how it started. 

First had had enough of Khaotung’s mess one day and just cleaned his room for him like a scorned mother on a mission. But then he’d gotten yelled at because he accidentally threw out a valuable art print that Khaotung had just bought. First defended himself with the excellent point that he could have never known what it was because it was still inside its packaging and Khaotung was using it as a coaster. 

Nevertheless, a sweep for precious possessions is currently basic protocol before First is allowed to tidy his room. Somewhere down the line they added whatever this eyelash batting, body offering thing is that First insists on doing (that Khaotung has unfortunately always heavily encouraged).

Now though, Khaotung is ready to vacuum his own floor, to First’s preferred level of cleanliness even - at least two levels above the national average - so he can use the favor to push First down onto it instead. On his knees in front of Khaotung, staring up at him with his big, glistening eyes that are more thrilled than scared, lips gently trembling from the anticipation of Khaotung feeding him his cock.

Khaotung takes a deep breath to still his heart jackrabbitting in his chest and rolls his eyes as exaggeratedly as he can, making a big show of getting off the couch, ‘Fine. But you owe me big.’ 

He retorts before making his way to the nearest 7-Eleven.

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nothing is stopping him from live blogging the heart killers when it starts coming out atp

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Can You Blow My Mind Pt 3/3

Title: can you blow my mind Pairing: SandRay Rating: Explicit Summary: Thirteen years of marriage has taken its toll on Sand and Ray's relationship, they rummage in the rubble to salvage what they can. Author's Note: JFC I finally finished! And it's a happy ending! Rejoice!!! Excerpt from chapter 3:

“You trust me with money.” “Of course-” “But not to stay faithful.” Ray lets him go, as though stung by the words coming out of his mouth. He loosens Sand’s hold from around him and steps out of his space, “That’s not. That isn’t–You don’t owe me anything.” “Ray,” Sand says, stalking closer again and taking his wrist, he slides his hand up until his thumb comes to rest against Ray’s knuckles, “Of course, I owe you things.” Ray looks down at their joined hands, Sand’s finger pressed against the empty tan lines on his finger, “And me? What do I owe you?” Ray asks, pitch slowly rising, voice becoming tinged with his casual condescension. “Do you trust me?”

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Firstkhao royalty AU

I wrote this piece nearly two years ago around their eclipse fanservice and it baffles me that if just switch the characters it fits their current dynamic perfectly too. Not to mention Khaotung already said First acts like his bodyguard lol

Originally I wanted to just release everything I wrote as is for the sake of archiving but maybe I should actually just switch them?

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‘Khun Thanawat!’ First shrieks, even those few syllables slurred from a night of drinking. He kicks his feet into the air trying to throw them off balance. Khaotung who has First in a bridal carry only tightens his hold around him, ‘let me go!’

‘We are almost at your chambers, Khun Chai.’ Khaotung responds patiently, even as First’s fists thump at his back. The guard outside First’s bedroom salutes at them, his prince and his commander. It’s business as usual for him; Khaotung carrying a drunk First back to his chambers is not an uncommon sight.

The guard closes the chambers doors once they slip inside and Khaotung beelines for First’s audaciously large bed, dumping him on it as unceremoniously as possible.

‘Hey!’ First yells again.

‘What? I thought you wanted me to let go.’ Khaotung retorts back

‘You did that on purpose.’ First pouts, patting at his own hips like he’s hurt.

Khaotung rolls his eyes before sitting down on his knees at the foot of the bed and making a grab for First’s ankles, ‘I was having fun.’ First grumbles, ‘and you’re a bully!’

Khaotung pulls on First’s ankle to straighten out his leg, so he can take First’s shoes off, ‘You were 3 minutes away from a scandal with the Duke of Thon Buri.’ He loosens the ties of First’s ceremonial shoes one by one carefully, then yanks on the boot roughly making First yelp out in protest. Khaotung softly smiles at the grumpy look on First’s flushed face.