#Thai bl fic

[coffeebookslovegt]

Tomaré tanto tu cuerpo como tu corazón.

[livsoulsecrets]

Chain/Pun Fic - Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you

Summary:

Following the events of Episode 5, Chain comes to a realization about his feelings for Pun.

“It’s just… He doesn’t seem right for you,” Chain said, his blood roaring in his ears as the words spilled out.

Pun pursed his lips and asked, “And who is?”

Read on AO3.

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If there was one thing Chain knew about Pun, it was that he was incredibly easy to trust and even easier to love.

It had always been easy—how they could talk for hours without running out of what to say, the way they slotted together at the end of a long day, Pun’s head falling against his shoulder and his arm laced through Chain’s.

Pun didn’t need a reason to touch him. Since the day they met, he’d hug Chain when he felt the urge to and hold anyone he liked without a care in the world.

It was what pulled Chain towards him in the first place, back when they met at school so many years ago.

So why did it send a shiver down his spine now when he watched Pun loop his arm over Mick’s shoulder and rush into the fair?

What was it that prompted him to follow them so closely and for the pit at the bottom of his stomach to grow wider and wider every time Pun laughed at something Tan’s friend said?

He wanted to scream. He wanted to stomp his feet and whine like a little kid.

He wanted to shout at Mick that he was the only one Pun should smile at, the only one Pun should hug and hold close and run off with.

But that wasn’t the truth, was it?

Pun was his best friend. Had been for as long as he could remember. Not more, not less.

What right did he have to demand his undivided attention?

To hell with reason, his mind urged, despite his every attempt to rationalize his feelings. You don’t need a reason. You just need him.

And that was the truth—had always been the truth.

It became impossible to ignore as they walked side by side after the fair ended. Pun was halfway through one of his characteristic long rumbles about the people he met that night and the plans he had for the week, but Chain couldn’t bring himself to contribute much to the conversation, as deep in his own head as he was.

“Pun,” he croaked out, finally breaking through his haze of confusion.

“Hum?” The other boy hummed, his fingers playing with a flower he picked up on the way, twisting it around his fingers absentmindedly.

“Do you like Mick?” He asked, and Pun staggered completely.

“Of course, I like Mick,” he answered, and Chain felt his heart stop at the ease of Pun’s response. “Don’t you?”

His eyebrows knotted together into the most adorable expression of confusion. Chain blinked, just as lost.

“Hum… What?”

“He’s so nice! And funny. He even helped me win that weird game Beer wanted to play. Tan likes him too.”

Pun’s ability to list off so many redeeming qualities about this guy he met two hours ago didn’t do much to quiet Chain’s nerves, but he finally understood what Pun meant by his initial answer.

“I see. He seems nice,” he lied through his teeth, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and forcing himself to stare ahead. “I meant, do you like him for real? You know, as more than a friend.”

Pun blinked some more. He opened his mouth a few times, then closed it again. It was usually hard to leave him speechless, but Chain seemed to have managed it, which was enough reason to send him panicking.

“You know what? Forget I asked anything. It’s a dumb question, anyway. Let’s just get home,” he blurted out, desperate to change the course of the awkward conversation.

“I don’t,” Pun replied anyway. “I don’t like him like that, I mean.”

“Oh,” Chain echoed, feeling like all the breath had been snatched from his lungs. Relief flooded through him as he tried not to show how thoroughly glad and confused he felt. “That’s good.”

“Is it?” Pun asked, dropping the flower he had been holding and crossing his arms. “Why?”

Chain gulped for air like a fish pulled out of water for too long. It was not his proudest moment, by far, but the whole night had already left him restless and off-knit.

“It’s just… He doesn’t seem right for you,” Chain said, his blood roaring in his ears as the words spilled out.

Pun pursed his lips and asked, “And who is?”

“Someone who looks after you. Someone who is patient and focused but also fun.”

“That’s a long list,” Pun pondered. “Do you even know anyone who has it all?”

Chain didn’t know what to say to that.

All the mirth was gone from Pun’s face.

He seemed almost angry now, which was as rare a sight as a quiet Tan.

“If you do, tell him to come find me.” Pun smiled, the signature upturn of his lips cutting through the grimace that was there a mere moment ago. It was still strained when he said, “Let’s go. It’s getting late.”

He just resumed walking, leaving Chain straddled in place, completely speechless.

“Are you angry at me?” He asked and regretted it almost immediately.

Pun turned around to face him, his smile dropping from his lips.

“No. Of course not.”

His voice was so tamed and controlled he barely sounded like himself.

“I think you are, and I don’t know why.”

“Don’t you?” Pun pushed back, stepping towards him.

Their conversation felt dangerously close to an argument, which was enough reason to terrify him. The last time they fought, they were ten years old. Chain had refused to share his ice cream with Pun, and the boy started crying, which was also the end of the fight because Chain started crying too and threw the ice cream away to hug his friend.

“Is it because of what I said about Mick? I really didn’t want to meddle. I was just worried about you!”

Belatedly, Chain noticed the twist of Pun’s lips into a thin line and the way his eyes squinted.

“I’m not a child, Chain. You don’t need to take care of me all the time. I know everyone thinks I’m an idiot who can’t take care of himself, but I thought you didn’t!” Pun’s eyes filled with tears, and Chain found himself on the verge of tearing up too.

“That’s not it. I don’t think you’re an idiot. You’re my best friend, Pun-”

“Then, why are you trying to tell me who I should and shouldn’t like? I don’t say anything about the girls you date,” he fired back, “and there are many of them!”

He nearly started listing every time Pun complained about someone he dated, but figured it would be a terrible way to dissipate the tension between them.

Chain winced at the bluntness of Pun’s words. “I don’t know! I just…”

Chain reached for Pun blindly, scared he’d pull away from his touch.

Pun stayed still and allowed Chain to hold on to his arm, relaxing under his fingers.

“I just didn’t like seeing you with him,” Chain confessed.

His mind was a whirlwind of memories and fears, with so many different pieces coming together at once that he was left feeling dizzy.

Pun looked just as dazed, albeit still angry. He shook his head. “I can’t understand you if you don’t tell me what you’re thinking, Chain.”

I don’t understand it either, he almost shouted, but that wasn’t exactly true.

Deep down, he knew. He had to know. He was just terrified of what it meant. Because feeling this way about his best friend was a terrible idea, because Pun was his favorite person in the whole world, and losing him would be like missing a limb.

Because they were both boys and he had made so much effort to push away the idea they could be more than what they were, but no number of dates, pretty girls, or failed relationships had ever done the trick.

In the end, there were just Pun’s eyes, round and wide, as they looked at Chain and saw all the things he hid from everyone else but never from him.

“I’m really confused, Pun,” he started, rocking his body back and forth, his voice dragging out every word. “I think I… I got scared. I thought I’d lose you.”

Pun worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, nervous energy buzzing off his body. Chain followed the movement with his eyes, a deep-seated hunger he had kept tightly under control for years taking over his mind.

“You’ll never lose me, Chain.”

Chain wondered if Pun had understood it—the magnitude of what he was feeling and of what they were on the verge of risking.

“Never?” He echoed, mesmerized. Pun nodded his reassurance, his gaze locked into Chain’s as determination simmered underneath it.

“No matter what happens,” Pun continued, and it was clear now that he was done dancing around the subject. “We’ll always have each other.”

Chain locked his fingers around Pun’s wrist, and he gathered all the courage he could muster to say, “Even if I fuck it up?”

Pun’s other hand trailed up his arm, shaky and unsure, until it landed on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Even then. But I can fuck it up too. You know how I can get-”

Chain pulled Pun towards him and crashed their lips together. He swallowed the next words Pun had been about to say and cradled his face carefully.

Pun’s surprised gasp died against his lips when he grabbed hold of Chain’s waist to pull him impossibly closer, Pun’s open mouth sliding against his with ease.

There was no space for pretending from there on out. Chain couldn’t tell if his hands were shaking out of relief or horror when he thought of that.

Chain kissed Pun harder every time the fear threatened to rise, and eventually there was nothing left but unfiltered joy.

Very slowly, Pun backed away, breathless and gorgeous under the moonlight. His eyes blinked open, and Chain realized Pun’s face was mirroring that same bittersweet mixture of relief and fear he felt right now.

“Are you okay?” Chain asked, and Pun nodded.

“You?” Pun shot back.

“Yeah, I am.”

They both laughed nervously, still holding on to each other despite the awkwardness hanging in the air.

Pun stretched a hand and fixed a hair strand that had been falling against his forehead, as if reaching out for Chain was still his second nature despite it all.

The gesture settled part of the irrational urge to run Chain had been feeling since the reality of what they had done hit him.

Pun still touched and soothed him like nothing had changed, and that might just be all the proof he needed that they would be okay.

“I…” He started and stopped, then started again, “I’m scared, Pun.”

“I’m scared too.”

“You’re not scared of anything,” Chain countered. “That’s why I usually have to worry for the both of us.”

Pun shook his head. “Maybe. But this is different, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “It is.”

“I’ve worried about the day you’d notice my feelings for so long, and now it’s here, and I guess I’m relieved, but also even more worried,” Pun ranted.

“How long?” Chain interrupted, too caught up with that piece of information to even start processing everything Pun was saying.

Pun’s eyes widened as his cheeks colored red, like they were still kids that were caught stealing candy before dinner time.

“I don’t know. Since high school?”

Chain’s eyebrows shot up. “That long?”

“Did you really believe me when I said I didn’t like Mai because she chewed too loudly? I just didn’t like seeing you with her.”

“I thought you were just really serious when it came to manners,” he answered, and Pun laughed, a riveting sound he would recognize anywhere.

“I guess I should have known what I felt for you when I actually broke up with her because you didn’t approve.”

Pun huffed a breath, a blinding smile on his lips. “And what is it that you feel for me?”

Chain staggered, frozen in place, as he tried to pick an answer among the myriad of things Pun represented. His best friend, his partner, the reason why he pushed through some of the worst times of his life and made it to the best.

“I’m in love with you, Pun,” he told him in no uncertain terms.

“I’m in love-” Pun started to answer, but Chain just couldn’t wait to kiss him again.

He had waited long enough. He wouldn’t waste another second.

Also, he already knew what Pun was going to say.

He always did.

[aylinaliens]

Could you do #100 and kimchay for the 100 kisses? Thank you!

hello!! i’m sorry for how delayed this is but thank you so much for feeding my kimchay brainrot. i love them so much <3 you can read the fic down below or here on ao3

100. ''it's always been you'' kisses

There is no time for this Kim thinks as he cages Porchay against the blood speckled wall and yet— and yet, Kim presses in closer anyways, ignoring both the warning sirens blaring inside his mind and outside the building. The pretty little whimper that escapes from Chay’s mouth when they break apart for air just makes Kim dive in for another round, it just makes him dig his nails deeper into Chay’s waist as he tugs them closer so that they are chest to chest, hearts beating in sync as they kiss in the middle of the gun fight happening outside.

There is something so intricately vile about claiming Chay like this while his hands were still stained crimson, soiling the cream colored sweater that was so big it swallowed up his lean frame. The same hands that were full of ugly callouses from years of plucking guitar strings and stealing away human life were aching to slide and touch Chay in the most unsinful of ways, completely at odds with the commandeering way of his tongue as it probed into Chay’s welcoming mouth.

Kim was already on an express train for hell with absolutely no chance at receiving a return ticket. Finally giving into his desperate desires pales in comparison to everything else . So, as Chay breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath, Kim uses this time to slip under the soft fabric. His heart stutters in his chest as he presses the tips of his finger to Chay’s ribcage.

Chay is heaving, trembling even , as Kim traces his fingers across the expanse of skin, committing each jagged dip and secretly hating himself for staining his milky soft skin with the sticky substance of blood. But Chay doesn’t push him away—the way his body was shuddering wasn’t in fear, Kim confirmed that as he glanced down and noticed the glazed over look in Chay’s eyes, the flush high on his cheekbones, and the way his lips looked so beautiful when they were swollen and glistening with spit.

“It’s always been you.” Kim’s voice is husky when he speaks. He’s not even sure Chay could hear it over the deafening sounds of gunfire and the shouts of Porsche somewhere in a distance, hysterical and two seconds away from burning down the world itself unless his baby brother is returned to safety.

Judging by the way Chay reaches a shaky hand up to touch Kim’s cheek, judging by the way his eyes flutter close, he knows. And in case he doesn't, Kim closes the small distance between the two of them and kisses Chay like a desperate man in search of salvation.

Kim’s hands continue to trace. Porchay continues to whimper. Porsche continues to go insane with grief and fear. The gunfire never eases up. There are bullet holes in the wall and a litany of dead bodies sprawled all across the room in which they hid away in. This was not anything close to what Porchay deserves. This is what Kim has always feared; that he would stain the last pure and beautiful thing in his life, but fuck it, he thinks. He doesn’t want to go another minute without making sure Porchay knows that from the moment Kim laid eyes on him as Kim and not Wik, that was it. Whether he liked it or not that angelic smile unlocked a part of Kim that he never realized still existed.

“It’s always…” Chay tightens the grip he had on Kim’s leather jacket, daring the older man to try and move away, pulling his body impossibly closer as he turns his head to the side to pant out the rest of his sentence, “…P’Kim, it’s always been you.” When he turns back around and they lock gazes Kim feels a burning sensation warming up every fiber of his being. He drags his fingertips higher and higher until he finds the spot he was looking for.

Directly on Chay’s chest, right against where his heart is thumping wildly in his chest. Kim lays his palm and keeps it there, trying to wrap his brain around the fact that Chay exists and that he’s not another figment of his imagination. He tips his head down until it touches Chay’s own forever, swiping his tongue out across his bottom lip just to taste Chay again.

“I’m sorry.”

Chay doesn’t say it’s okay P’Kim, I absolve you of all the guilt from when you shattered my heart like the cruel monster you are. Kim never expects him too. He’s unsure what he expects but Chay brushing his lips against Kim’s in the most tender of ways is something he was completely caught off guard by. He can handle the bruising-worthy kisses and the taste of blood when Chay got a little too eager and nipped at his bottom lip but he can’t handle Chay kissing him like he’s something precious and worthy.

Kim memorizes the feeling of Porchay Kittisawat’s heartbeat and steals another quick kiss, just as tender as the one Porchay bestowed on him just moments before.

And then he steps back without warning, turning his body to the side to hide how affected he was by this whole thing. “We should go.” Kim says because there really is no time for this.

“We…should…go.” Porchay agrees, sucking in a ragged breath. Kim definitely does not look over his shoulder to stare at the way Chay presses his plush pink lips together as he pouts slightly.

Kim sheds the skin of the last few minutes as he removes the gun from his waistband and makes sure it was ready to go. He was back to being the Kim again who never hesitates before pulling a trigger. The softness that Porchay himself created inside of Kim was gone, now. Just as his ears perk up to listen for any movement outside and he moves to the locked door, Chay reaches out to tug on his sleeve.

Porchay’s voice is barely a whisper but Kim hears him crystal clear. “P’Kim? Are you going to leave me again?”

Porchay desires absolute certainty—he doesn’t deserve any more half-assed promises or lies. Kim knows this. Still, he says, staring at a bullet lodged in the door, “I won’t.”

It’s silent for a few moments, save from the chaos happening outside. When Chay speaks again his voice is louder, more confident, and there is an edge of playfulness that is undoubtedly used to disguise the hurt he feels inside. “Good,” he laughs. It sounds wet and broken . It was the most beautiful melody Kim has ever heard in his life. “You better not leave me again or I’ll let Porsche shoot you in the leg.”

“I’m not scared of your brother.” There is a smile tugging on Kim’s lips as he says this. “ Now you, my angel, I know you are a different story.”

There is no time for this.

And yet—before Kim leaves the room with his gun blazing and morals completely gone he spins back around and kisses Porchay senselessly one more time just for good measure.

a hundred different kisses prompt list

[myarcadiandream]

currently thinking about a LITA/KP fic idea where Porchay and Rain getting kidnapped together bc Porchay is so well loved both the Major and Minor family now AND they think Rain is actually Prapai’s boyfriend bc they were seen together shopping for gifts for Sky.

[julietsbb]

Chapters: 17/? | 65k WiP Fandom: Thai Actor RPF, เพื่อนายแค่หนึ่งเดียว | Never Let Me Go (TV 2022) RPF, We Are คือเรารักกัน | We Are (Thailand TV 2024) RPF Rating: Mature | Borderline E Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pond Naravit Lertratkosum/Phuwin Tangsakyuen Characters: Pond Naravit Lertratkosum, Phuwin Tangsakyuen, Jojo Tichakorn Phukhaotong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Canon Universe, vampire!Phuwin, Biting, Blood, your regular vampire tropes, they’re pretty chill and integrated into modern society though, set during never let me go filming, count on the rating most likely going up in later chapters, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Power Exchange, Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, except they really don't know that's what they're doing..., Slow Burn, Kink Exploration, Masochism, Sadism, Praise Kink, Under-negotiated Kink, mild sub/top drops, Frottage, Kissing, Scratching, Marking, Bruises Summary:

“My mum says,” a beat, “that it really would be best if I instead just had someone. That I could feed on. A little. Just while I was a bit too far away from our regular supply.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” A pause. He continues, “Mum says it’s not a big deal.”

[theres-a-goldensky]

Be My Favorite Fic - Kawi / Pisaeng

Title: Through New Eyes Pairing: Kawi / Pisaeng Rating: Explicit Length: 4400 words Tags: First time, post-episode 8, hand kink, strength kink, Kawi is going Through it

Excerpt:

Pisaeng let out a contented sigh and said, “Mmm, I want to cuddle you all day.”

Kawi made a show of trying to pull away, but Pisaeng had the leverage and, frankly, the motivation, and easily kept him in place.

Pisaeng brushed his lips against Kawi’s ear and tsked. “Nuh-uh,” he chided in a deep, rumbly voice that sent a cascade of shivers down Kawi’s spine. His eyes fluttered shut and his hips hitched into the mattress before he could stop them. Goosebumps pricked along his arms and the back of his neck. He and Pisaeng both froze for a long moment, and then Kawi felt Pisaeng grin.

“Are your ears sensitive?” Pisaeng whispered, his breath gliding over it in another ticklish gust.

Kawi jumped out of the bed, dragging the blanket with him, and wrapped it around himself.

“I’m taking a shower!” he yelled, his face burning.

Pisaeng rolled onto his side. He propped his elbow on the mattress and rested his head against his fist. He looked infuriatingly smug as he gave Kawi a long once over. 

THROUGH NEW EYES

(gif by wanderlust-in-my-soul)

[tankhunmybeloved]

The reviews for Heart Burger must be spectacular:

"Free show with every meal. Service is so-so."

"slowest service on the planet. I think they make everything from scratch. Doesn't matter, you're not here to eat. Every day during the lunch rush this twink in a crop top appears like a comet foretelling a great doom. I'd assume it was a kink thing but I think he and his boyfriend (works in the kitchen) genuinely hate each other. Riveting."

"The carbonara is okay. The burger are pretty good. Whatever the owner has going on with his boyfriend is great tho."

[pharawee]

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

sleepy Tharn + happy Phaya

The Sign, Ep 7

[coffeebookslovegt]

-No seas cercano con nadie como lo eres conmigo.

-¿Por qué me estas diciendo eso?

-Sal conmigo. No me dejes esperando más tiempo.

-¡Espera, por favor!

-¡No puedo esperar más!

[livsoulsecrets]

Tharn&Yai fic - The soul is always you and me

Summary:

Tharn’s point of view as he comes out to Yai at fourteen.

“Yai was one of the few people who had never looked at him with anything but love in their eyes. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if that had changed.“

Read on AO3.

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The Abbot would often tell Tharn he and Yai were kindred spirits.

They did everything together, from swimming in waterfalls when summer came around to piling up on the coach to watch TV alongside his grandma when winter shut them in.

Yai would sit with Tharn when his parents’ death anniversary came around and listen to the stories Tharn shared about them. He would believe Tharn’s visions when they came around and help Tharn prevent them from happening.

They shared Tharn’s bed when Yai slept over at his grandma’s house and threw their arms around each other as they ran around the village.

Tharn didn’t want to risk the comfort of that intimacy or the grounding presence of their friendship. But he also didn’t want to hide things from Yai or keep him in the dark.

There was only one secret left inside him that Yai didn’t know of, and he was determined to change that today.

“Yai?” Tharn called out from where he was draped over the floor of his grandmother’s porch.

It was late into the afternoon, and they should have gone inside hours ago, but his grandmother had let them be, as it was Friday, and Yai would spend the night with them.

“What?” His best friend answered from his spot on the hammock.

At fourteen, Yai was already taller than most boys in their class and stronger than Tharn could ever dream of being.

Some could find that intimidating, but Tharn knew Yai’s heart far too well for that. Yai had better control of his temper than Tharn himself, he was kind and thoughtful, and there was not a single mean bone on his body.

When they were younger, that realization once sent a bitter taste down his throat, jealous as he was about all the ways Yai was better than him.

The discomfort didn’t last long, though. He was too fond of Yai to hold a grudge over something as silly as envy. Also, Tharn quickly realized there was someone who would never consider him lesser: Yai himself.

That’s what made Tharn’s words drag themselves out of his mouth now.

He had been dancing around the truth for months now, ever since he learned it, and Tharn refused to keep it hidden any longer.

“Do you remember when you asked me why I was being weird?” He started. Tharn tapped his fingers against his leg in an attempt to control his nerves.

“You need to be more specific,” Yai answered. “I call you weird a lot.”

Tharn rolled his eyes, but Yai just flashed him his signature grin in response.

“I meant this morning, after I talked to Dao,” he clarified.

Yai sat up, fully facing him now. “Oh, yeah. I remember that.”

“She asked me out,” Tharn said quickly. Yai’s eyes widened in surprise. “And I told her no. I felt really awkward after because she asked me why, and I didn’t know what to say.”

Yai got up from the hammock and laid down by Tharn’s side on the floor.

“You did the right thing. It’s better to be honest, even if it is awkward. You just don’t like her like that.”

Tharn nodded, looking up at the sky as he felt Yai’s gaze on him.

He closed his eyes for a moment and braced himself for what was to come.

“It’s not that simple.” Tharn played with the hem of his shirt, his eyes still closed. “It’s not that I just don’t like Dao.”

“What is it, then?” Yai’s voice was gentle, just a whisper to his right, coaxing him to keep talking.

“I don’t like any girls like that,” he confessed in a quiet murmur. “I’m gay.”

Yai was very silent and still for a moment — the only indication he had heard Tharn at all.

He prepared for the worst.

Yai had never joined the other boys at school in their mocking or belittling of those like Tharn. He had protected him at every turn and been his brother in all the ways possible, but fear still lingered in the back of Tharn’s mind, corrupting it like poison.

It was one thing to show respect for people who lived different lives and were so distant from you.

It was another entirely to be told your best friend was one of them.

Your bother, his treacherous mind supplied, that’s what Yai always calls you.

“Tharn,” Yai asked, “can you look at me, please?”

He really, really didn’t want to. Tharn was scared of what he’d find.

Yai was one of the few people who had never looked at him with anything but love in their eyes. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if that had changed.

“Tharn, please.”

He forced his head to move. He turned his neck towards Yai and slowly blinked his eyes open.

Tharn was horrified to find his vision blurred with tears.

“Oh, Tharn,” Yai mumbled, catching sight of the tears rolling down his face.

His dark eyes were as warm as ever when he faced Tharn’s gaze.

In a swift motion, Yai opened his arms and pulled Tharn into him. Tharn chocked in surprise but allowed himself to be held.

The taunt cord of tension that had inhabited his body for so long finally snapped within the safety of Yai’s embrace, and Tharn cried like a little kid.

Yai caressed his hair as he sobbed, humming under his breath as Tharn tried to calm down. Relief flooded his veins as the familiarity of Yai’s arms around him washed over his body.

“I got you,” Yai promised, “it’s okay.”

It took some long minutes for Tharn to stop crying, but he finally managed to take some deep breaths and look up at Yai again.

“Sorry,” he began to say as he wiped the tears away, but Yai waved him off.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. Tharn nodded, still in awe at the ease with which Yai navigated the whole situation.

“Thank you,” Tharn said.

Yai smiled reassuringly at Tharn, as sincere and easygoing as he had always been, and told Tharn, “Come on, what did you think I’d do? Pack my things and leave?”

Tharn couldn’t help the giggle that he let out at that — a weird mix of fondness and relief escaping through the sound. All the awful possibilities that had been going through his mind just a few moments ago seemed absurd now.

He shoved Yai lightly in the arm in lieu of an actual answer. Yai slapped his hand away.

“You’re my brother, Tharn. I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be, okay?”

Yai messed up his hair, and Tharn felt light as a feather for the first time in days.

“Okay,” he agreed, smiling back at him.

Yai laid his head back down, and Tharn did the same. They laid together in silence, shoulder to shoulder, as the sun set on the horizon and Tharn’s world remained miraculously the same.

[aylinaliens]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: บรรยากาศรัก เดอะซีรีส์ | Love in the Air (TV 2022)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Phayu/Rain (Love in the Air TV 2022)

Characters: Rain (Love in the Air TV 2022)Phayu (Love in the Air TV 2022)

Additional Tags: Porn with Feelings, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Hand & Finger Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Established Relationship, Edgeplay

Summary:

His hips finally stop moving but his lips don’t as he swallows up the pleas Rain was saying. Rain knows deep in his soul that Phayu was punishing him by not letting him stroke himself into completion (again).

He liked that—being punished by Phayu, because one hundred percent of the time the punishment was always a reward, sometimes, however, it just took some time for the punishment to turn into something pleasurable.

[myarcadiandream]

I’ve got so many LITA and KinnPorsche and Pitbabe fanfic ideas that are hurt/comfort angsty fics that I truly have no idea which one to start first.

-a LITA KP crossover where Pai and Phayu are in the major and minor family in which Pai and Rain get kidnapped by some bad dude, tortured, and then escaped/rescued

-another LITA/KP crossover where Vegas (phayus dad) shows up when Rain is kidnapped. And Rain gets cut and is essentially bleeding out but Vegas’ vast knowledge of the human body allows him to literally pinch the artery shut. They are stuck like that on the way to the hospital. (What a fun way to meet the in-laws amiright?)

-a LITA/Pitbabe crossover where Rain takes up racing bikes and wears phayus gear while he’s practicing leading to someone attempting to murder him. This one brings up the x hunters trauma over Charlie’s “death”

-a LITA fic where Sky loses his shit and beats the fuck out of someone picking on Rain

-KP fic where Porsche is kidnapped and tortured and Kinn raises hell to get him back

-and a Pitbabe fic where Sonic is still processing why the actual fuck North put himself between him and a gun. This would include Kim/Sonic/North becoming a throuple. This is more emotional angst.

-if you like these ideas check out my fic about Babe having a PTSD episode with their baby in his arms. Here

[julietsbb]

Chapters: 16/? | 62k WiP Fandom: Thai Actor RPF, เพื่อนายแค่หนึ่งเดียว | Never Let Me Go (TV 2022) RPF, We Are คือเรารักกัน | We Are (Thailand TV 2024) RPF Rating: Mature (borderline E at this point) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pond Naravit Lertratkosum/Phuwin Tangsakyuen Characters: Pond Naravit Lertratkosum, Phuwin Tangsakyuen, Jojo Tichakorn Phukhaotong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Canon Universe, vampire!Phuwin, Biting, Blood, your regular vampire tropes, they’re pretty chill and integrated into modern society though, set during never let me go filming, count on the rating most likely going up in later chapters, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Power Exchange, Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, except they really don't know that's what they're doing..., Slow Burn, Kink Exploration, Masochism, Sadism, Praise Kink, Under-negotiated Kink, mild sub/top drops, Frottage, Kissing Summary:

“My mum says,” a beat, “that it really would be best if I instead just had someone. That I could feed on. A little. Just while I was a bit too far away from our regular supply.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” A pause. He continues, “Mum says it’s not a big deal.”

[wivver]

i need you guys to walk with me. dip your toes in the unconventional…

bison = alpha

fadel = omega

kant = beta

style = alpha

people tend to mistake bison for the omega between the brothers, and they use that to their advantage. bison, who’ll often defer to his older brother BUT still maintains some autonomy and exudes self-confidence. he does what he wants (like, kant). fadel has always taken care of his brother, adopts a more nurturing role with him. he does NOT trust other alphas.

[chibipandaao3]

“Is Babe very sad”

I know a lot of people are giving Charlie hate over this line — and, I get it, we the viewer, have seen how Babe looks and acts towards Charlie, we watched how broken Babe was when Charlie “died.”

But Charlie hasn’t seen that. Charlie, while he has seen how Babe acts towards him — certainly in private, he didn’t see Babe’s reaction. He doesn’t know that Babe treats him vastly different from previous relationships; beyond “lasting longer.” And remember, early on, everyone at the shop joked about “how long” Charlie would last. Not even Alan took the relationship seriously for what we can assume is weeks if not months.

Babe told Charlie that everyone “wants” something from him, and Charlie also acknowledged that he too wanted something from Babe — albeit a guise for Babe’s protection.

So why would Charlie think Babe would mourn him so fiercely?

On top of that, you have the inevitable mental and physical toll Charlie suffered while living at Tony’s — he was worthless, useless, a waste of time and money. He was given up on. Additionally, even if Charlie started to discover his powers while under that roof, him stealing others gifts would have only resulted in those children being treated poorly as well.

Charlie is a literal black hole to those around him — he “takes” and “can’t” give back.

He and Jeff are two sides of the same coin in that sense. Whereas Jeff can’t help but “know,” Charlie can’t help but “take.” Which I think is why they’ve clung together, why they’ve become brothers. Jeff, by virtue of his gift, knows Charlie means well — and Charlie can’t take that knowledge from him.

“Is Babe very sad?”

Does not have an obvious answer to Charlie, because why would Babe be sad? Babe has his senses back - he’s no longer bogged down by Charlie’s existence, his plan, his choices — he’s no longer in danger because of Charlie.

The idea that anyone, other than Jeff, might actually mourn for him has never crossed Charlie’s mind.

Babe was disappointed with him — Charlie waited until Babe won, before crashing his car — he knew it could mean his death. If not the crash, then the drugs — but it didn’t matter because he was finally giving back.

Jeff tells Charlie “I know you’re feeling just as sad” [as Babe] “but this was your plan,”

Charlie knew he’d be upset - knew he’d be sad - knew he’d feel gutted — but he hadn’t thought that Babe might feel the same way.