#Dragon!Kinn

[luckydragon10]

KPRecFest Creator Rec: Aurum

One of the big challenges in @kprecfest (rec fest website) was to create a derivative fanwork to recommend a fanwork, and today's the day for posting those.

Three days ago, the new fic Aurum was published, and I KNEW I wanted to rec it by creating something for it. I didn't know at the time how awful my muse was going to be about it, but, y'know, so it goes.

Aurum is going in my "Gave You All the Feels" square because it did exactly that! I love me some possessive!Kinn, and dragon!Kinn, and mates!KinnPorsche, and this scratched every reading itch I had.

Then over the past 2.5 days, I wrote and polished Heart on Fire, which is sad and made me and my beta cry, and no one should read it. Go read Aurum instead! It's truly lovely.

Details about both fics after the cut.

Aurum (3246 words) by bewarethetreaclepuppies Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat Additional Tags: dragon kinn, Human Porsche, Pining, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun is So Whipped, Mates, Mating, Mating Bond, Dragon sex, In that he is a dragon and he has sex, Possessive Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Speedrunning dragon lore, body marking, Soul Marking Series: Part 1 of Fantasy One Shots Summary: He can’t help but think of Porsche when he hoards, has the echo of him ringing in his ears as he clicks checkout or digs into the earth or shakes hands with a dealer. He can’t help that his tongue forks to taste the air that Porsche moves through, although he is just himself enough to keep it within the confines of his own mouth. He has no way of preventing his claws from sharpening with the promise of catching Porsche and bringing him to his den.

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Heart on Fire (3120 words) by LuckyDragon Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Mind the Tags, I mean it, Hurt No Comfort, dragon!kinn, Human!Porsche, I cried while writing this, My beta cried while editing this, Speedrunning dragon lore, KPRecFest, Inspired by Fanfiction, Mates, Vore, my muse was unkind to me, Mythology - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Mythology, Catharsis Summary: Kinn carries a precious burden in his paws as his long, serpentine body cuts through the sky, his tail whipping behind like a ribbon. He has to be mindful of what he holds, keeping his claws back so as not to cause damage. He tucks his treasure close to his heart, above his belly, which is stuffed overfull, rounded and aching and hot.   Dragons aren't meant to be without their mates.

[boysbeloving]

so you know when you feel like putting your entire weight on someone coz

a. they're so cute and squishable and insufferable and you need to hold them down?

or

b. you want to lie down on someone bigger than you and want to feel that vastness?

yeah me too....soooooooo 👀👀👀

i'd love to know if you're choosing reason a or b for your vote! heheeheehe

LET'S SLEEP ON SOME MEN, Y'ALL

(and a big thank you to @imminentinertia for helping me out with some options!)

[lillatorg]

Two years ago, I thought about a kimchay dragon AU. I'm sort of in love with the writing of this one, the dreamy feel to the prose. It's difficult not to delve into world building and logistics, but I want this to feel more like a myth.

I handwrote most of this because of wrist pain/typing issues and it is so interesting to see the different pacing. I think keyboard typing produces a slower (or more measured) pace because I can more easily go back and make changes versus paper edits. There is A Lot happening in this chapter in a relatively short amount of time.

Let's see, what else. The idea is to make this into a trilogy, with the kimchay and kinnporsche narratives weaving in and out of each other and a final oneshot to wrap things up/get rid of Korn.

And then...I've been looking for a new fandom for awhile now. I suppose it's not great for my self-image that I'm comparing myself to Lilith in Shakespeare Code, but "new words...new glittering."

[mortimerlatrice]

Trick or treat!! 👻

A little dragon as a treat! HAPPY HALLOWEEN 💜✨

[nuwildcat]

WIP Wednesday Cleaning Spells

It's been a while. Life has been hella hectic of late but I'm here with one of the many WIPs I've got cooking away. This one is inspired by a tweet that spiraled into I don't even know what. Thus I present a small taster of Dragon!Kinn in a Magical!KP AU. Have fun kiddos.

Kinn is trapped. He’s confined and diminished by the man he’s been bound to and he rails against it. For thousands of years, he’s overseen the spirit realm, acting as the North Wind, and now he’s here, bound to a puny magic user he deems unfit. The injustice of it all makes his whiskers itch.

In his diminished form he wiggles across the human’s skin. Porsche, his name is Porsche. His claws scrape the man’s sides, getting the man to flinch. “Stop that.” Kinn hears the man hiss quietly as he hefts another crate.

Kinn slithers across Porsche’s skin, unhappy with where he settled before, and drapes himself across Porsche’s shoulders, peering out from the open collar of the man’s shirt.

“Would you just settle down,” Porsche sighs for the umpteenth time. Kinn ignores him just as he has the other times.

“Baby, are you talking to yourself?” A voice asks and Kinn perks up.

“Fuck,” Porsche whispers quietly and then buttons up his shirt so Kinn can’t see anymore.

That won’t do. Kinn slithers up his neck to peek over the collar.

“It’s no one,” Porsche tells a woman who walks behind the bar, slinky pink shirt showing off her collarbones where Kinn spots a jungle sprite with her brightly colored wings perched on her skin. She’s pretty and he sends a tendril of spirit magic as a greeting. She responds warmly in kind.

The woman walks close to Porsche and then gasps, yanking at Porsche’s collar to get a better look at Kinn. “Porsche Pachara Kittisawat!”

Ah, so that is his bonded’s full name. Kinn tucks that information away for later.

“You’ve been bonded!” The woman is still going. “Your magic manifested, and you got a dragon.” The last bit she says with the appropriate level of awe for Kinn’s status. He preens a bit at that, letting his long-form coil in pleasure. Porsche squirms at his movements. “Can I meet them?”

Kinn can feel Porsche clamming up, the tension in the man climbing higher and higher. He wants out. Kinn pushes at their bond, knowing that Porsche will feel his call. The man hisses and then the blend of Porsche’s magic and Kinn’s allows him to stretch out into the corporal world and take his true form.

Kinn curls into the air in the little bar, twisting and winding his lithe body to show off to the other magic user. The awed gasp is pleasing. Porsche is just scowling at him, with his arms crossed.

“Oh, Porsche. He’s magnificent. It is a he isn’t it?” Yok addresses Kinn’s bonded again and that rankles Kinn for some reason.

“I’m known as Anakinn,” he rumbles to the other woman.

SP is on break again this week cause I was traveling last weekend but it will update next week! Aiming to finish that bad boy up before the end of September!

💜'Cat

[wiccawrites]

Dragon!Porsche, the deity who has been guarding a perilous mountain range for almost a thousand years now. He's bound to these mountains – the result of a curse he placed on himself centuries ago, when his own foolishness led to the death of his own brother.

Porsche keeps to himself; is careful that the occasional caravan of traders or group of bandits doesn't know he's there. He does send his pet tigers after the bandits sometimes, if he sees they're the especially bloodthirsty kind who won't spare innocent lives but he makes sure his presence is undetected.

Solitude is his penance.

He's spending another evening watching the stars when he hears ruckus coming from a nearby pass. There is screaming, but not the terrified kind that Porsche has gotten used to. Instead, it sounds like an argument.

"I can't let you do this!"

"How did you even follow me? I took the fastest stallion here!"

"Would you please stop changing the topic? Your Highness. You seriously cannot be trusting some half-crazed old man's advice on how to save the kingdom."

Kingdom?

Porsche knows there's a human settlement on the other side of these mountains. Or at least, it had been a settlement centuries ago. He and Porchay used to slip into their human forms and visit there, under the guise of travelers.

Was that settlement the same kingdom these two humans were referring to? It could be. The number of traders passing by these mountains had grown significantly over the centuries.

Out of curiosity, Porsche follows the sound of their voices.

"If it can save the kingdom, I'll take advice regardless of who it comes from."

"What if it doesn't work? You'll bleed out and die!"

"I've instructed Arm to distribute rations to our people. Ships and caravans are ready. Pete will lead our men. Kim has already planned an escape route that will guarantee the survival of most of our people."

Porsche is close enough that he can see two figures -- a man and what sounds like a boy barely breaking into adulthood. The man has his back turned to Porsche but the fine quality of his clothes are certainly fit for a royal. His broad frame hides the face of the person he's talking to from Porsche's line of sight.

Porsche is close enough that he can hear the man's voice grow soft.

"It will be difficult, but I trust my brother to lead our people. He'll take care of you, so please look after him for me too."

"No. I won't do it. No. Please, Your Highness. Please don't do this. Please. You can escape with us."

"The moon is almost at it's peak. You should go."

That it is.

The moon is full tonight and she lends her light to the darkness. It's thanks to her that Porsche sees the blade glisten in the man's hands, hidden behind his back.

The boy tries to plead some more, but he runs out of time.

As soon as the moon rises to its highest point in the sky, the man pushes the boy away. He turns around, slices his palm with the dagger and lets his blood drip into the earth before turning the knife towards himself.

The metallic scent blood fills the air and Porsche looks on in regret as he hears familiar words uttered into the night before the man finishes what he'd set out to do.

The thing about being nigh immortal is being able to witness the stories about you turn into tales, which then turn into lore, that somehow evolves into a legend. To this man's credit, he does have his facts right.

Had Porsche been a weaker deity, a selfless blood sacrifice made at the height of the full moon would have bound him.

But Porsche is much more powerful than that.

He watches as the man falls to the ground, a pool of his own blood already beginning to form around him.

"P'Kinn!"

The man's companion rushes to his side and Porsche freezes in place as he sees tears flow down the boy's face.

No. It can't be.

Porsche is stepping closer to get a good look of the boy's face before he can even think about throwing a glamor on himself. He steps on a branch that snaps loud enough for the boy to look up, red-rimmed doe eyes the exact same as they had been nine hundred years ago.

"Please," the boy's voice wavers as he begs, completely oblivious to the fact that Porsche had never been unable to deny him anything since they were born. "Please save him."

Without even thinking about the consequences – the bond he'd be forming with a virtual stranger, the life force that he'd be sharing with someone who he wasn't even sure was worthy saving, the target he'd be placing on all their backs if the wrong people found out – Porsche takes the dagger and gives in to his brother's request.

(Later, when the three of them are safely in Porsche's home, the man he'd saved wakes up. His name is Kinn, and he is the king of the relatively small but prosperous kingdom nearby. There is an invasion brewing and all plans of negotiation have failed.

"They will need to pass through these mountains if they want to get to us. Please, protect us."

"Done."

"You won't ask for anything in return?"

Porsche holds up his hand, shows Kinn the fresh scar on his palm.

"You've already paid the price. You're a king, aren't you? The ritual you performed binds you to me. As I am bound to these mountains, so shall you be."

"You're saying I'm your slave and I can't leave this place," Kinn says grimly. Porsche nods, lets him assume the worst; hopes this interpretation of the bond will keep Kinn as far away from him as possible . "For how long?"

"This is not a bond that can easily break."

"Will you keep protecting the kingdom?"

Porsche sneaks a glance at Kinn's attendant. The boy called Chay, who was currently napping beside one of Porsche's tigers.

"Sure, why not?"

"Then so be it.")

[obviouschangeling]

Humans are Space Orcs Concept: what if we were the only sapient species with the concept of the Afterlife and Psychopomps?

This is from my own universe, in which all of the old fairy tale species are actually based on aliens: either their remains, members of the species that got lost and landed on earth, or stories from those lost aliens. (Fairies never stopped kidnapping people, humans just caught on to their origin as extraterrestrial instead of extraplanar.)

Anyway, the Story!

Captain Khantannon's brush with Death

Khantannon thumped his tail in surprise. He was lying in the fields of his home planet, just outside of Todrommo City. He ran a hand over the teal grass and stared at the familiar lilac sky arching above him. Khantannon pushed himself up to sit, perplexed. He had died, he was sure of it. He had a hazy recollection of lying ignobly on his bed in his ship being tended to by Kinn-Dotor with Jaiya sitting at his side and refusing to leave. She had muttered under her breath, expletives and prayers both-- though to whom or what he did not know-- begging for him to get better. She need not have bothered, he could tell his body temperature was cooling far too quickly to be recovered from and that he would solidify soon. He should have changed his Arrangements to have his body be sold to provide for his crew, but dismissed the thought. Commander Ashe was the most flinty Fae he had ever met, but she would take care of her assets, if her rumored treatment of her rumored half-human daughter was any indication.

Still, he gazed around, concerned at the familiarity of his surroundings. There was no way that he was alive, and his ship hadn’t even been in the same quadrant as his home, much less close enough for him to have been placed on its surface while still unconscious. And yet, there was the great citadel, looking over the fields in which he sat, its shining columns and faceted domes that were made from the crystalized bodies of the Great Ancestors looking as real and shining as bright as they always had in his youth.

It had always been a point of pride for young Khantannon (then known as Tan as he had yet to earn his full name) that both the base of the citadel and the apex of its largest dome were his own ancestors-- the great father and great mother, respectively, surrounding all who entered the citadel, supporting them and shining light on them. Dragons (and he was surprised that he no longer thought of the human given moniker with disdain) from his lineage were rare, chrysoberyl being just as rare on Alantar-3-5 as it was almost everywhere else.

He shook himself from his musings. He needed to find answers, and his ship. (He didn’t bother with looking for his crew. While he was a little, itty bitty, bit worried for them, he knew none of them would be dumb enough to try to come down to the surface.)

He was about to lever himself into standing when he caught sight of a tiny figure approaching from the direction of the capital. The figure was much smaller than any creature who would inhabit the planet normally, and he oddly felt the desire to not loom over it. It seemed important, in an abstract sort of way. So, he waited for the figure to turn off the road and make its way over the field, stopping at his side. He still had to look down a bit to see the figure; a Changeling-- half human, half fae-- still in its adolescence. 

The Changeling looked at him with warm brown eyes, both different and not to the cold black of her fae parent, and offered him a hand. He opened his mouth to tell her the assistance wasn’t necessary, but what came out was:

“How are you here? Without special equipment, Changelings would float away into the atmosphere and die.” The girl, for she was a girl, he knew, in the way one knows things in dreams, chimed a laugh.

“This place is not your real home, it is in your mind.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye (a human trait, Khantannon was sure, even if fae had tear ducts they would never cry. Especially not from laughter.) “Even if it were real, it wouldn’t matter; I am more powerful than any other concept.” She smiled.

“You… are a concept?” Khantannon scrunched up his snout-- another tick acquired from his proximity to a human. “I do not understand, you are a Changeling, aren’t you?”

“I am.” The girl nodded. “But I am also the concept of Death the Guide. The Changeling is simply the most appropriate form, as a Changeling can be seen as a transition between Human and Fae, so can Death be seen as a way point between one world and the next. You, however, are one of the few with a choice to make.”

“A Choice?”

“Yes. You are not dead quite yet. You can choose: stay in the land of the living…” The Changeling made a gesture with her hand, opening a hole in the dream to where Kinn-Dotor and Jaiya rushed about, covering him in blankets, stoking fires, and dragging in heaters to keep him from crystallizing. Jaiya was doing most of the work now, as the room was getting too hot for Kinn-Dotor’s wooden body to handle, though he still cracked branches at the other crew members to get them moving, “... or you can come with me.” She extended her hand once more.

He reigned in a flinch, shifting a bit where he sat as he looked between the portal and the unwavering hand outstretched to receive his.

“I’ve never heard of anything beyond this life.”

“No, most species have not. Death the Guide was once a purely human construct. One of my earliest forms was that of a ferryman who would carry the souls of the deceased into the underworld to face judgment for their deeds in life. I have taken many forms in many cultures. You know the power of human belief firsthand, it is capable of managing incredible things. Over the centuries that humans have mingled and mixed with the many other species in the universe, a strange thing began to occur. Suddenly, I was responsible for all intelligent species that had come into contact with humanity. I became real, and present in a way that I never had been before, and the amount of species in my care continues to grow as humanity expands. The only way I can explain it is that those who have the ability of hearing about me, of knowing my story, are now mine to Guide. I am no longer Death, the Guide of Humanity, but Death, the Guide of People.”

Khantannon was stunned. To think, humans had such a power to shape the world that they could create a guide into the next one. To think, he was a person that humans would want to share their Guide with. Fear gripped him, of what waited for him beyond. His mind went to all of the human funerary rituals that he had derided as insanity: the prayers, the food, the music, the tears, in his world dead was dead, all that was left to do was to sell off the gemstones that made up the deceased. The thought that there was something beyond this, somewhere he would go, where he would be without his friends or comrades, somewhere with multitudes of humans… The Changeling-- Death, his mind supplied-- smirked at him.

“Do not fear too much, Captain. Humans have been destroying and degrading each other for far longer than you have been alive.” Still, he couldn’t bring himself to be easy.

“I want to return.” He said, absurdly grateful that he had the option. Death nodded at him and dropped her hand. Her face shifted to the clear coldness of crystal.

“I should warn you, Captain, that the road back will not be easy, and after that recovery will not be swift.”

“I will not let pain stop me.” Death eyed him thoughtfully, before nodding once more.

“Then I suggest you follow that road,” She turned and pointed towards the stone paved road that led into the mountains, “and let your crew guide you back.”

Khantannon did not know how to ask what she meant. Instead he nodded to her and finally stood up, determined to make it back home. He had taken only a few steps when he paused, an urge taking hold of him. He called out to the Changeling who was Death.

“Do you have a name? Other than Death, I mean.”

The Changeling had already been making her way back towards the capital. She flipped around to walk backwards-- not bothering to slow her pace-- and met his eyes with a grin.

“This form is known as Arturia Ashe.”

[elnotwoods]

sometimes less is more

fem!kinnporsche 2.0 electric boogaloo

[the-wayside]

the memories of you, excerpt 6. one step forward, two steps back. (note: this part is explicit)

previous part

Kinn’s hospital room ends up being a little bubble for them where Porsche comes to brief him in the morning, heading out to manage the team as they hunt down leads about the source of the intel that had led to the ambush, before heading back to Kinn’s room around dinner time and Kinn staring fondly at Porsche as he wolfs down whatever food he’s picked up on the way. Porsche always offers to share but Kinn turns his nose up every time.

“What?” Porsche is aware that he’s got rice stuck to his lips, but Kinn is smiling at him so softly that Porsche wonders what someone said to him before he returned to the room.

“You can slow down, no one is going to take it from you,” Kinn picks up his cell, tugging on his IV. Porsche watches Kinn disentangle himself and puts his spoon down.

It’s still hard for him to see Kinn like this, and as much as Kinn gives off an air of nonchalance, he’s tense about the fact that he’s been in hospital for several days and what that means for the organization. What message is that sending? Is the young king already proven to be too weak to take his father’s crown? Like piranha, the smaller, weaker groups are circling as if they can smell Kinn’s blood in the water. But Kinn isn’t a little fish. His feline grace isn’t hindered by being stuck in a bed, his eyes narrowing when Porsche tells him information he doesn’t like. It’s just that Porsche isn’t the enemy he wants to pounce on, so he stays locked in his bed prison, growling and grumbling, barking orders at anyone who isn’t Porsche.

Porsche stands up and wipes his face, walking over to sit by Kinn’s side on the bed and sliding his hand around Kinn’s neck so that he can guide his face towards Porsche’s own for a soft kiss. Kinn huffs, his lips smiling against Porsche’s.

“We’ll get you home soon,” Porsche tells him.

Kinn holds the other side of Porsche’s face so that their foreheads lean together, “I know. I’m impatient.”

“Glad you can admit it,” Porsche digs and Kinn quietly laughs and rubs their noses together.

It’s deceptively easy, how they fell into each other after their agreement to try to…be something. Porsche still gets flashes of panic when he suddenly remembers their history but Kinn soothes him with strong and warm hands covering his and a steadiness that Porsche had never known he had needed. He lets his lips trail down Kinn’s cheek as he snuggles up on Kinn’s chest, careful of his gunshot wound on his back and listens to the thud-thud of his heart. It eases them both when he lies there and lets the world pass like it is happening to everyone but them.

There’s a rap at the door and Porsche is about to bolt up when Kinn, with a surprising amount of strength, holds his forearm so that he can sit up but not escape.

The nurse stares at both of them before she walks over to the cart in the corner of the room and grabs and prepares a thermometer before she approaches Kinn, “Your partner, Mr Theerapanyakul?”

Porsche whips his head around and Kinn is smiling his big wide smile, “Isn’t he pretty?”

“Very pretty, you have good taste,” She walks over to them and with her gloved hands, she places the instrument in Kinn’s ear and waits until it beeps to tell her the reading. She nods and takes it out, removing the single-use covering and placing it into the medical waste bin before she goes over to the cart and places it back into its drawer. She scribbles some things down and reads Kinn’s monitor from where she’s standing and scribbles that down. “All good, get some sleep, sir.”

It's a minor interaction but it isn’t until she leaves that Kinn relaxes his death grip.

“I wasn’t going to run away,” Porsche tells him and Kinn doesn’t look convinced. “She needed to be able to get to you.”

Kinn looks down at his knuckles which are finally filling back up with blood and returning to their normal color. His other hand, his left, looks bare without his family ring on his index finger, making Kinn seem younger when he’s never been older in Porsche’s mind. Sweet kisses and gentle cuddles don’t fix what years have broken. Porsche was never a fool to think they would but it still hurts to know that he’s the reason that Kinn is wound up so tight.

Still, he does the only thing he knows how to do and he brushes Kinn’s hair back and kisses him again. Porsche can’t undo all the time Kinn spent wanting him and the time he spent wilfully ignoring Kinn and pushing him away. It’s a kiss that asks for forgiveness before Porsche tucks his face into Kinn’s neck and he slowly starts to relax again. A hand holds Porsche’s waist loosely and they cuddle like that before Kinn slumps them back into lying down, Porsche’s legs still over the side of the bed.

“Take your clothes off and get in,” Kinn tells him. It’s not sexy at all. It’s about comfort and possessiveness and Porsche can do that. He goes back to the table and eats the rest of his food before he strips down to his underwear and slides into the bed beside Kinn. He’s pretty sure he’s violating about six hospital rules but Kinn is rich enough that they will leave him where he is if it keeps Kinn and his family happy.

Porsche settles with his palm on Kinn’s stomach, feeling the curvature of his abs under his hospital shirt as he breathes and his hand rests heavily on top of Porsche’s forearm.

“Goodnight,” he whispers and Kinn exhales indicating humor and says, “Goodnight,” back to him.

***

Porsche wakes up with someone else’s hand over his underwear, hovering. He can feel the air around Kinn’s hand as it throws up anticipation in his belly.

“You’re in the hospital because you got shot,” he says without opening his eyes. It feels late like it’s the no man’s land of two to three in the morning. That hand pings his waistband and scoops under it to palm his soft cock.

“I’ve waited a long time,” Kinn tells him as he kisses the side of Porsche’s forehead.

Porsche opens his eyes and Kinn is looking down at him with half his hair sticking out and as well as some of it flattened in sleep. It’s really cute.

“And rubbing my dick is key to your medical recovery?”

Kinn smiles, “Have to have incentives.”

Porsche laughs, “Try and keep your dexterity then.”

It doesn’t take long for the tone to drop, for Kinn’s hand to work him up until he’s heavy and thick and poking out the top of his underwear when Kinn takes his hand away to push the blanket off of him so that he can see the reddening tip for himself.

“All of you is pretty,” Kinn tells him. Porsche looks down and yeah, he’s a fair size and he’s seen worse, but he knows what Kinn means. He’s never seen a better looking cock than Kinn’s, pale like the rest of him but ruddy at the tip when he’s excited. It looks like it could be pornographic art.

“We’re in a hospital,” Porsche reminds him to no avail, Kinn rubs his thumb over the tip and Porsche tenses his thighs as they naturally splay open a bit more with Kinn’s attention on him.

“You should be quiet then,” Kinn tells him before he seals his lips over Porsche’s and pushes Porsche’s underwear down to tuck up under his balls. Porsche grabs Kinn’s wrist as Kinn forces his way into his mouth, licking and sucking on Porsche’s tongue, twisting the excitement in his belly tighter and tighter. He’s definitely too old for this; this utterly horny teenage hiding in closets and dry-ish humping nonsense. But maybe more than his fluttering stomach is his heart flipflopping because Kinn does make him feel young and stupid like all the blood in his body lives in his groin.

Porsche watches Kinn as he lifts his hand to his face and spits onto his fingers before catching Porsche’s eye and staring him down as he spreads his spit over Porsche’s cock. It’s inescapable like this. Porsche can’t look away, can’t pretend, can’t deny that he’s anywhere but in Kinn’s bed, under him, while he strokes Porsche’s dick like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Even then, it’s obvious he cares, his eyes flitting over Porsche’s face for any sign that he’s uncomfortable or he doesn’t want what they’re doing. Porsche simply guides his hand over Kinn’s and helps him to speed up the way he likes it. Porsche bites his lip and closes his eyes as he feels Kinn’s other hand brush his hair back off his forehead and once again, his mouth covers Porsche’s and links the coiling feeling below to the pitty-pat of his heart.

Maybe it’s okay to let go, Porsche thinks as he wraps his arm around Kinn’s neck and pulls him in gently, across his chest, and moans into his mouth. Kinn lets his lips go but stays in his space, breathing the same breaths as him as he jerks Porsche’s cock between them.

Porsche shoves his hand down Kinn’s hospital pants and wraps his fingers around him, thick and hard, and strokes him in time with Kinn who then stutters his hand and closes his eyes with a breathy laugh.

“Seems like your dexterity needs improvement,” Porsche teases but his voice is no better, Kinn redoubling his efforts and Porsche pulls his hand out to grab Kinn’s bicep as needy little cries fall out of his mouth. He slides his hand up and grabs onto Kinn’s short hairs hard, “Brat.”

Kinn gives him a wolfish grin and noses Porsche’s jaw to the side so that he can bite the skin of his neck hard and it’s the simultaneous pain-pleasure that finally tips Porsche over the edge, shooting come up onto his abs and all over Kinn’s fingers. Kinn smears his hand on Porsche’s stomach before he rolls into his back, gingerly conscious of his wound, his pants tenting terribly.

Porsche can feel the aftereffects of his orgasm in the twitching of his thighs and calves and the giddy sweep through his body. He won’t deny to anyone that he likes sex. He likes the closeness and touch, the hungry press of bodies as he sweats and pushes to get his partner and himself off, but he’s never had this. The humbling feeling of being pleasured and not immediately having to perform the returning favor. To touch to be close, not to come.

“Does it hurt?” He asks Kinn as he rolls onto his side.

Kinn shakes his head, “No.”

“Good,” Porsche rolls further and he grabs onto the waistband of Kinn’s pants and yanks them down despite Kinn’s hands coming up to circle his wrists. He doesn’t need to touch Kinn, but he wants to. He really, really wants to.

Kinn lets him peel off his pants, nude underneath, and push up his shirt. Porsche can’t help but press his nose into the soft skin between Kinn’s groin and his hip. And it turns out there are things that make the oh-so-great Kinn Theerapanyakul blush.

“I haven’t showered,” he says by way of explanation but Porsche has tuned him out. His big, thick, pretty cock tastes salty on his tongue and he can’t help but climb on all fours so that he can balance on his hand and knees while his right hand holds Kinn at the base while his tongue swirls over the wide head.

“Porsche,” A big palm cups the crown of his head and fuck, yeah. Slowly he works Kinn into his mouth, slurping and watching with hooded eyes for the little signs that tell him he’s on the right track. Kinn is wildly expressive about his pleasure, he’s learning. Their one night stand seemed so out of character so he didn’t make anything of Kinn’s loud groans and happy sighs, but they slowly come back out and Porsche realizes that it’s because this is how Kinn is. His cock twitches valiantly but he can’t go again and his mouth waters because there’s nothing sexier than someone who shares how into it they are.

It takes him a minute to figure out how to accommodate Kinn into his throat without feeling like he’s choking but once he gets into the rhythm, he’s able to focus on Kinn, his face tipped up and his stomach tight and contracting intermittently as he gets more and more worked up. Porsche lets his spit dribble down and Kinn opens his eyes and fondles Porsche’s jaw.

“Just like that,” Kinn tells him, their eyes locked, and Porsche hollows his cheeks, his tongue rubbing the underside of Kinn’s cock and the fingers and thumb under his chin grip him tightly, digging in hard enough to bruise. Porsche can’t go anywhere even if he wanted to as Kinn pushes to the end of his resistance, tears pricking his eyes as he comes down Porsche’s throat. He swallows, his throat still flexing around Kinn, and Kinn curses as he slides out, his come still a string connecting them.

Porsche gulps down as much air as he can and coughs before he’s dragged up Kinn’s body and his mouth plundered like Kinn can taste where he came. He barely makes it, his body slumping over Kinn’s as Kinn hooks Porsche’s thighs over his. Kinn slides his hands all over Porsche’s back like he’s trying to quieten a prized racehorse.

When Kinn finally lets him go, Porsche manages to fold his arm under his head on Kinn’s chest, his voice a little hoarse, “So, we did that.”

“We should do it again,” Kinn teases him but his hands are still gently doodling nonsensical patterns on Porsche’s lower back. They slow and stop, the only signs of hesitancy from Kinn.

Porsche reaches back for one of them and laces their fingers together, kissing Kinn’s hand when he raises them up to his lips, “We should.”

For a second time, Kinn relaxes but this time it’s immediate and lets him drift off to sleep almost as quickly. Porsche unpeels them before he grabs a quick wet cloth to wipe Kinn where he can and strip his dirty pants off before he goes into the fancy ensuite to shower. On top of the closed toilet is a pair of folded pajamas with a notecard tucked in the top that says, Porsche.

Porsche picks them up and fingers the soft material. They’re expensive, so expensive they don’t even have labels because Kinn refuses to have any sewn into his clothes to bother his sensitive skin. The chasm appears unbidden and unwanted as he sits on the porcelain. Kinn did this for a lover and that’s the only version of him who should exist in Porsche’s mind.

The bathroom door opens and Kinn is standing there with sleep-bleary eyes, shirt but no pants, his metal pole forcibly wheeled with him, “You weren’t in bed.”

“I need to shower. Go to bed,” Porsche scolds him but Kinn gives him the stink eye before he’s forced out of the bathroom to let Porsche wash up.

The heat of the water helps and he scrubs his doubts off as best he can before he dries himself and puts on his new bedclothes. They hang a little on his hips and Kinn frowns when he sees them.

“You weren’t as skinny when I ordered them,” Kinn mumbles. He’s managed to pull on a clean pair of pants and is laying on the blankets, waiting for Porsche. Porsche looks down at them and that’s when he clocks that for that to have been true it would have to have been three years ago when they saw each other last.

“I’ll eat a ton and fill them out, okay?” Porsche feels his heart squeeze. Here he is having useless doubts when Kinn hasn’t faltered one day in almost fifteen years. Kinn nods and opens his arms for Porsche to slip into, and he does. One day I’ll love you as much as you love me. I promise.

Porsche cuddles himself to Kinn and lets himself drift into what he hopes will be a dreamless dream without guilt.

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Bad Habits

Kim has developed a bad habit. 

Ever since Mae died, he hasn’t been able to sleep alone. Pa never entertained this weakness, even when Kim went sneaking into his room at night for comfort, for the familiar scent of Mae’s perfume that was steadily fading from their pillows, so he began sleeping with Tankhun, instead. Khun never minded. He always told Kim how nice it was to have his own little heater to keep him warm at night. 

It helped that Kim didn’t take up much space; he was small for his age, even smaller when he curled up into a tight little ball for Khun to cuddle, like a bearded dragon around a heat rock. 

Kim doesn’t sleep with Khun anymore, though. Not since his brother was kidnapped and came back wrong. Frightened and distant, his body an empty shell for his shattered soul. He can’t stand to be touched. Not by the doctors or the guards or their father. Not by Kim. 

The first time Kim sneaks into Khun’s bed after a nightmare, Khun wakes screaming, kicking and clawing to get away, his nails raking stinging welts into Kim’s arms. The guards outside come running in and Kim slips out behind them, an ache in his skin and his eyes and his heart. 

Kinn finds him sometime later, after Khun is settled and sedated. Kim is hiding in the music room, beneath the piano, curled up as small as he can with his arms wrapped around his head. One of the scratches is bleeding. 

“Khun says he’s sorry,” Kinn says softly, after bringing Kim to his own room, examining the scratches. “He didn’t mean to scare you.”

Kim doesn’t say anything. 

***

Kim still doesn’t sleep alone, but he doesn’t sleep with his brothers, either. Khun still can’t stand to be touched and Kinn doesn’t want him around. He’s like Pa, thinks Kim shouldn’t need to sleep with someone else to feel safe, like a baby.

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Horny on Main Round 1

Round 1

Kinn (Kinnporsche: The Series) vs Aob (Playboyy: The Series)

Hira (Utsukushii Kare) vs Tinn (My School President)

Porsche (Kinnporsche: The Series) vs Jang Jaeyoung (Semantic Error)

Pran (Bad Buddy) vs Time (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Lan Zhan (The Untamed) vs Joke (Hidden Agenda)

Sarawat (2gether: The Series) vs Chun Sangwon (Love for Love's Sake)

Wen Kexing (Word of Honor) vs Choi Jun (Jun & Jun)

Pluem (Ghost Host, Ghost House) vs Yechan (Love Tractor)

Rain (Love in the Air) vs Muang (Be Mine SuperStar)

Fighter (Why R U?) vs Nuea (Secret Crush on You)

Pat (Bad Buddy) vs Fiat (Don't Say No)

Boeing (Only Friends) vs Payu (Love in the Air)

Babe (Pit Babe) vs Sailom (Wedding Plan)

Kongpob (SOTUS) vs Bai Zhong Yi (Kiseki: Dear to Me)

Phaya (The Sign) vs Vee (Love Mechanics)

Jin Xun An (My Tooth Your Love) vs Chu Yi Ping (Anti Reset)

Boston (Only Friends) vs Nont (Playboyy: The Series)

Han Ying (Word of Honor) vs Palm (Never Let Me Go)

Ray (Only Friends) vs Yi (Cutie Pie/Naughty Babe)

Tan (Manner of Death) vs Segasaki Mizuki (My Personal Weatherman)

King (Bed Friend) vs Karan (Cherry Magic TH)

Korn (Bad Buddy) vs Charlie (Pit Babe)

Wen (Moonlight Chicken) vs Toh (Secret Crush on You)

Charn (Laws of Attraction) vs Yai (The Sign)

Prapai (Love in the Air) vs Prom (Playboyy: The Series)

Teh (I Told Sunset About You) vs Togawa (Old Fashion Cupcake)

Yok (Not Me) vs Win (Between Us)

Xiang Hao Ting (HIStory 3: Make Our Days Count) vs Tawan (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Nick (Only Friends) vs Jeng (Step by Step)

Phupha (A Tale of Thousand Stars) vs Tin (Triage)

Zhao Yunlan (Guardian) vs Mangkorn (Big Dragon)

Tharn (The Sign) vs Ritsu (The End of the World with You)

[respectthepetty]

Okay. I am missing something here and I am hoping your expertise can help. Everyone keeps talking about the pink lighting in The Sign series and I just don't understand the significance. If it wouldn't be too much trouble I am hoping you can explain it to me. Thank you!

@pluckygazelle, for me, in the simplest form, pink = 💕love💕

Shows like GAP clearly stated such in its series by color coding one character pink and the other black.

So when Porsche was asked if he loved Kinn in KinnPorsche, his backdrop was pink.

Jade just asked Mai in Middleman's Love why everything had turned pink, to which Mai responded it was because Mai loves Jade.

We know Pisaeng fell first in Be My Favorite, so maybe it was here under the pink club lights that Pisaeng sealed his fate.

Or when Kawi passed out on him with the pink wisteria in the background.

Sometimes, the pink sheets snitch on the couple and tell us they are in love like in Between Us.

Or in Big Dragon, even when Yai didn't want to admit he loved Mangkorn.

Normally, if a pair is color coded, seeing pink (or having rose-colored glasses) denotes that they are happy and in love, like with our Green Guy wearing pink in Love Tractor.

Because even Pink Milk used to be a BL staple signaling that this would be a queer love story, which is why I was thrilled when Last Twilight's Mork combined two love symbols into one.

Which I think was also a callback of sorts to Jimmy and Sea's first series together, Vice Versa, since Jimmy's character's, Puen's favorite color was pink.

Once again, pink = 💕love💕

Regardless if it's a soft pink

Or a more intense one

We know the love is there, which is why I liked that Tharn and Phaya started soft,

And will only intensify as the story progresses.

So, yeah, 8/10 times, pink = 💕love💕

The remaining 2/10 is Tankhun's wardrobe.

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Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Propaganda Submissions

Below you will find all of the submitted and approved ships for the Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Tournament along with the form to submit further propaganda at the bottom

This is another opportunity to submit propaganda for your favorite ships. Wether you were unable to submit propaganda for them in the initial form or you spot your favorite ship who has no propaganda submitted. Ships with a strikethrough have propaganda submitted, I will continue to update this post as propaganda is submitted. I will accept further propaganda for ships with already submitted propaganda but please prioritize those with out.

The goal is to have propaganda for all ships but I understand that may not be possible. Therefore I will be leaving the form open for a few weeks to see if we receive propaganda for at least half the ships.

Note: Please reach out to me if you spot any mistakes in character or fandom names, even if it is only formatting or spelling issues.

Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Kyojuro Rengoku/Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Mikhail”Misha” [Heavy]/Dr. Ludwig [Medic] (Team Fortress 2)

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng (Guardian, 2018)

Oliver Marks/James Farrow (If We Were Villains)

David Starsky/Kenneth "Hutch" Hutchinson (Starsky & Hutch)

Tinn/Gun (My School President)

Loki Odinson/Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)

Jaime Reyes/Bart Allen (DC Comics)

Levi Schmitt/Nico Kim (Grey's Anatomy)

Ren Amamiya or Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

Wallace Price/ Hugo Freeman (Under the Whispering Door)

Daffy Duck/Bugs Bunny (Looney Toons)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan (Guardian, 2018)

Isak Valtersen/Even Bech Næsheim (SKAM)

Henry "Monty" Montague/Percy Newton (Montague Siblings)

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (Camp Half-Blood Chronicles)

Argos/Mr. Plant (The World of Mr. Plant)

Richard St Vier/Alec Campion (Swordspoint Universe)

Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz (The Umbrella Academy)

Woody/Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Victor Lawson/Hap (In the Lives of Puppets

Charlie/Babe (Pit Babe The Series)

Fred/Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

Simon Snow/Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch (Carry On)

Gaius Octavius/Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)

Sound/Win (My School President)

Pat/Pran (Bad Buddy)

Mike Wazowski/James "Sulley" P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Nicholas “Nick” Bell/ Seth Gray (The Extraordinaries)

Evan 'Buck' Buckley/Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz (9-1-1)

Sean/White (Not Me: The Series)

Vegas Theerapanyakun/Pete Saengtham (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Runaan/Ethari (The Dragon Prince)

Larry Daley/Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tintin/Captain Archibald Haddock (Tintin comics)

Bai Lang/Jin Xun An (My Tooth Your Love)

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)

Wario/Waluigi (Mario franchise)

Peter Parker/Miguel O'Hará (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse)

Steve Rogers/Anthony "Tony" Stark (Marvel Comics)

Dave Miller/Jack "Old sport" Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy's)

Boston/Nick (Only Friends)

Kinn Theerapanyakun/Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Craig Cuttlefish/Octavio Takowasa (Splatoon)

Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado)

Sun Wukong/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian (The Starless Sea)

Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek (The X-Files)

Thomas/Newt (The Maze Runner)

Fulgrim/Ferrus Manus (Warhammer 40k)

Kim Theerapanyakun/Porchay Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane (The Mortal Instruments)

Tan/Bun (Manner of Death)

Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY)

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery (Shades of Magic)

Yashiro Isana/Kuroh Yatogami (K Project)

Jaskier/Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Dustfinger/Mortimer "Mo" Folchart (Inkworld series)

Brandon/Sky (Winx Club)

Phineas Taylor “P. T.” Barnum/Phillip Carlyle (The Greatest Showman)

Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe (Bodies TV Show)

Baal/Inanna (The Wicked + the Divine)

Timothy "Tim" Drake/Bernard Dowd (DC Comics)

Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun Stampede)

Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps (Lockwood and Co)

Henry Winter/Francis Abernathy (The Secret History)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Dainix/Falst (Aurora Comic)

Prince Rupert/Prince Amir (The Two Princes)

Finn/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Jean Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Will Stronghold/Warren Peace (Sky High)

Heart/Li Ming (Moonlight Chicken)

Wallace Wells/Todd Ingram (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Sunai/Veyadi Lut (The Archive Undying)

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus (The House in the Cerulean Sea)

Aaron Slaughter/Jace Boucher (House of Slaughter)

Hercule Poirot/Captain Arthur Hastings (Hercule Poirot)

Phaya/Tharn (The Sign)

Hercules/Iolaus (Hercules: The Legendary Journeys)

Todd/Black (Not Me: The Series)

Julio "Rictor" Esteban Richter/Shatterstar (Marvel Comics)

Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

Siffrin/Isabeau (In Stars and time)

Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush TV Show)

Yuichiro Hiyakuya/Mikaela Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End)

Palm/Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Khatha/Dome (Midnight Museum)

Asterix/Obelix (Asterix Comics)

Bowser/Luigi (Mario Franchise)

Lucien "Luc" O'Donnell/Oliver Blackwood (London Calling)

Kazuki Kurusu/Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Benjamin “Ben” Tennyson/Kevin Ethan Levin (Ben 10: Alien Force)

Lumière/Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast)

Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (DC Comics)

Spy/Dell Conagher [Engineer] (Team Fortress 2)

Shanks/Buggy (One Piece)

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Ecks (Six of Crows)

Harold Finch/John Reese (Person of Interest)

Ulrich Stern/Odd Della Robbia (Code Lyoko)

Vincent Freeman/Jerome Morrow (Gattaca)

Eustass Kid/Killer (One Piece)

Christopher Hitchcock/Jalil Sherman (Everworld)

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

[nuwildcat]

I’m early gifting myself with a birthday present of on of these bad boys for a plot bunny that’s got me so by the throat you could call it Kinn. Ezra’s art is fucking awesome so you should def treat yourself with something!

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im opening kpts/ma commissions O(∩_∩)O ⋆｡°✩!!!

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[nuwildcat]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Yok (KinnPorsche: The Series), Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Magical Tattoos, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Dragon Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Magical Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, magical familiars, Brotherly Love, it's the Kittisawats you had to see that coming, 5+1 Things, But it comes with bonus smut, and fuck me is there smut, Monsterfucking, ummm anatomically accurate dragon cock, that's all I'm saying on that, Barebacking, Rimming, Praise Kink, Mean Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Double Penetration, oh shit I gave the anatomy away, Knotting, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm, I dunno I might remember more later, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Porsche is a completely average magic user. He's great at cleaning up the bar quickly, drying dishes, and picking up after his brother. He's twenty-five and still hasn't manifested a Familiar, something he tries not to ruminate on.

He's accepted the fact that maybe he will never Bond, no matter what Yok and Chay keep telling him. Porsche is just going about another completely average day...

Until the fucking dragon shows up in his kitchen.