Warm Heart (1/1) | General Audiences | 11,915 words | Alpha!Kim x Omega!Chay side story to Blooming Oleander
Five times Chay puts up with Kim's mixed signals and the one time where he finally has enough.
Notable Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers
Series: of the feline persuasion (Jaguar hybrid!Porsche Verse)
Someone pays off their debt with a rare jaguar hybrid and Kinn gets much more than he initially bargained for.
Feline Purrsuasion (6/6) | Mature | 36,591 words | Mafia Boss!Kinn x Jaguar Hybrid!Porsche
"He's a cat hybrid," Kinn says, unable to hide how underwhelmed he is. Considering the price Ban had mentioned, Kinn had hoped for a dog hybrid, at least. Someone who was less likely to be averse to working with others and who would probably make a good bodyguard with sufficient training.
Ban tries to reply but he's interrupted by a deep, menacing growl that crests into a full fledged roar before he can get a word in.
Kinn whistles.
"Alright, he's a big cat hybrid."
aka: 5 times Kinn accidentally makes his jaguar hybrid bodyguard purr + 1 time Porsche purrs for him on purpose
Notable Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Oblivious!Kinn, mentions of trauma, references to past torture
the cat that got the cream (1/1) | Explicit | 9,662 words | PWP sequel to Feline Purrsuasion
Some things are worth the wait.
Or: In which Porsche finally passes his Assessment and makes Kinn fulfill his end of their agreement. Many times.
Notable Tags/Warnings: PWP, Dom/sub Undertones, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Size Queen Porsche, Pet Names, Come Swallowing, Vibrators, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Dirty Talk
Alone Together (3/?) | Explicit | 12,584 words | Ancient Vampire!Kinn x Fledgling Vampire!Porsche
It is twenty years after The Awakening – the global phenomenon which ultimately led to humans discovering the existence of vampires – and Thailand is on the cusp of a long-awaited political milestone. After a decade of hard work, a bill that aims to uphold both human and vampire rights is close to being finalized.
Unfortunately, this is also when something decides to turn Bangkok into its own hunting ground.
Notable Tags/Warnings: Morally Ambiguous Characters, Political Intrigue, Mystery, Childe/Sire Bond(s), Soul Bond
Moonchild (we're born in the moonlight) - 3/3 | Explicit | 3,619 words | Red Riding Hood Retelling
"Let me walk you home, then," Kinn offers, recalling the recent accidents and all the superstitions he'd heard about the forest ever since he was a boy. "Even if you live close by, these woods can get dangerous. You should always get home before nightfall."
"Trust me," Porsche smiles, teeth sharp and brown eyes glittering an almost golden hue under the late afternoon light. "I'll be fine."
He lets Kinn walk him home anyway.
Notable Tags/Warnings: Dark Fairy Tales, Werewolves, Fantasy, Trans Male Character, Mates, Vaginal Sex
just this once (1/1) | Teen and Up Audiences | Canon Compliant Kinn x Porsche
Kinn gets a moment of clarity. A brief second where he becomes painfully aware of two conflicting facts: first, he wants to kiss Porsche and second, he is not drunk enough to give in.
He does anyway.
aka the ending of Episode 3 from Kinn’s perspective.
Notable Tags/Warnings: Character Study, Canon Compliant, First Kiss
Recovery (1/1) | Teen and Up Audiences | Canon Divergent Kinn x Porsche
"I should have known better than to give you an order and expect you to follow me," Kinn says from the doorway of Porsche's hospital room.
aka my take on the side story before we knew there was gonna be a side story
Notable Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed
i'll be yours (if you'll be mine) | Explicit | Canon Compliant Kinn x Porsche
Kinn is a flame, burning, burning, oh so bright, and Porsche wants nothing more than for Kinn to consume him if it means he gets to have Kinn to himself in return.
Notable Tags/Warnings: Character Study, Porn with Feelings
The Call of the Deep (1/1) | Explicit | Eldritch Horror!Kinn x Mermaid!Porsche
To the Merfolk, the depths of the ocean are as equally terrifying as the surface – and for good reason. But Porsche isn't about to let anything stop him from finding his missing brother.
Notable Tags/Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Aphrodisiacs, Drugged Sex, Tentacle Sex, Corruption, Forced Orgasms
When they started this twisted game of cat and mouse, Porsche was sure he was the cat. After all, he had the advantage of studying every single blindspot in every single room that Kinn entered. Kinn, on the other hand, had a reputation to uphold. An image of invulnerability that couldn't be tainted with losing his composure because of mundane things like, let's say, having his bodyguard's foot on his crotch during a security briefing.
But somewhere along the way Kinn had taken a different approach; had studied Porsche and found all the right buttons to press. Kinn started using his words. And Porsche, to his own horror, found that he liked them.
Or, Porsche fucks around (with Kinn) and finds out (more about himself than what he'd initially bargained for).
Mahiwaga | Dragon!Porsche x King!Kinn | To be expanded
Adjective. mysterious, inexplicable, miraculous
Or: In which Porsche is a dragon deity and Kinn comes to him for help to save his kingdom.
(the future is) bulletproof | Dystopian AU KimChay
Kim had never really bought into the kool aid that his father seems to have successfully sold to everyone else in Oasis City. There had to be something in the barrenlands beyond the Mirage – otherwise, there wouldn’t be such strict laws on leaving the city borders. He sneaks out in search of the truth and finds so much more than he bargained for.
AKA son of a corrupt government official!Kim x youngest in a ragtag group of rebels!Chay, but in a post-apocalyptic setting
the oxygen of the soul | KinnPorsche & ChatKhem Reincarnation AU | To be expanded
"It feels like I can only be free if you're by my side."
A few more scattered posts in varying stages of completion:
Tyme is a hunter searching for a naga known as Vegas. He goes into a mysterious club chasing down a lead, unaware he's about to run into the beast himself.
“More,” Porsche gasps, the single word raw and weighted as it settles between them.
They’re in a bathroom, tucked away at the back of the restaurant they decided to visit for dinner. Their night was only supposed to consist of a meal, maybe a few drinks, and dessert if they were feeling like something sweeter, but instead -
The tip of Kinn’s cock presses harder against Porsche’s hole, making him scrunch his face up in pain. They have no condom, no lube, only his spit-slick hole and whatever was left on Kinn after he briefly sucked him off. He was desperate to feel Kinn inside him right now, regardless of anything else.
Porsche didn’t care if it hurt because he knows how good it’ll feel once Kinn is inside him, filling him up, fucking in and out, driving him harder and harder until all he can see is stars from the pleasure threatening to take over him.
Even with those thoughts alone, Porsche moans, shuddering as he feels his cock jerk and weep with more precum. He’s so wet, his briefs ruined and caught somewhere around his knees after being shoved down, trapping his legs. His heart thunders in his chest, pulse racing, and he arches his back, whining when Kinn’s cock only barely catches on his tight hole, sliding down his taint and leaving a damp trail behind.
“Porsche, you need to calm down,” Kinn pants, his hands like iron clamps on his hips, fingertips leaving deep bruises on his skin.
“Need you now,” Porsche replies, dizzy. His words slur together, barely making sense to him as he speaks, the only thing he can remember to do is beg.
The air in the bathroom is so hot it’s sweltering, sweat dripping down his temples and forming above his top lip, framing how swollen they are from the way Kinn shoved him against the wall not minutes before and kissed him like it was their last day on earth. He doesn’t want to think about when they’re finished. How ruined he’ll look, how he’ll limp back to their table and carry on as if nothing happened, relishing in the phantom feeling of Kinn’s hands and cum on his skin.
They’d lost their suit jackets along the way, and the top buttons of their shirts, and then their belts and zips had been torn open, leaving them to palm at each other until Porsche dropped to his knees, not caring if the tiled floor was disgusting or not. All Porsche cared about was getting his mouth on Kinn’s cock, licking him clean, tasting the musk and feeling the weight of it on his tongue, testing to see how much he could force into his mouth until he needed to pull back for air.
Kinn has been training him so well recently, keeping Porsche’s mouth on his cock for hours while he worked, letting him adjust and get used to the feeling of it until it was second nature to have it all the way in, the hinges of his jaw aching and sore, his mind floaty and caught in a dreamlike state.
It’d taken Kinn pulling at his hair once - gently - twice - harshly - and then a third time, hard enough to pull him straight off. It left Porsche’s mouth gaping, drool spilling over, sliding down his chin and neck, whining and sobbing to go back to what he was doing. He wasn’t done yet, hadn’t properly felt his throat contract and tighten around Kinn’s length, nowhere near long enough for Kinn to tell him how good he was doing, how perfect he was for him, but then he was being hauled him up again and bullied against the wall, shutting him up.
“You need to calm down,” Kinn repeats, this time more firmly. The tone sends sparks skittering down Porsche’s back, his eyelashes fluttering with the authority and dominance coating the words.
He relents then, relaxing his posture, unclenching each muscle and letting himself go lax the best he can. All for Kinn, all so he can finally work his cock in, so he can fuck Porsche against the wall when they’re supposed to be eating their dinner and talking business, so he can help satiate this never-ending need that burns between them.
When Kinn finally slides in, the friction of their skin dragging and blazing, scorching and addicting, he feels like he’s finally whole again.
guild hunter au - kinnporsche / archangel!kinn, hunter!porsche
rated G, 2.7k words
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based on a scene from the first book in the guild hunter series, angels' blood. for context, angel's create and handle vampires as they work under them. porsche as a hunter tracks any unruly vamp who has escaped and brings them back to their 'owners', in this case, the arch/angels.
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“Give me one good reason I should be talking to you on my day off.”
“Well, hello to you too, Porsche,” Arm, the director of the Hunter’s Guild, says, his voice no less sarcastic even through the phone line.
Porsche snorts, kicking off his boots into a heap by his front door. He’ll fix that later; right now, he has one thing on his mind: to relax.
“I’m waiting,” Porsche replies, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He’d never hang up on his best friend-cum-boss, but the temptation grows as he wanders into his apartment - his haven, his sanctuary - and feels in his gut that whatever Arm is about to tell him won’t be anything good.
“Well,” Arm begins and then goes so quiet Porsche has to check to make sure they’re still connected. “Your holiday is being cut sh-"
“No fucking way!” Porsche cuts him off, coming to stand in the middle of his kitchen.
The marble top island is more cluttered than he’d like it to be, but he’s been nonstop working for the past 3 weeks on one of the hardest hunts of his life. A rogue vampire had gone insane, slaughtering more people than he could count on his fingers. Despite being a crazy lunatic, the bastard had been smart, and led Porsche on a wild chase until he finally caught up and sent him back to his angel owner for her to deal with. He’d barely had time to sleep, let alone clean.
“Porsche,” Arm’s voice is hard - stoic and with no room to argue, taking the tone that the director of the Guild should have. This wasn’t a friendly chat - this was a business one through and through. “You’ve been requested.”
Porsche scoffs, “That’s nice, but -”
“By an archangel.”
Porsche feels his whole world go quiet. “It’s not April Fool’s Day, Arm,” He says shakily.
“I know, and I’d never joke about this, but…” Arm sighs, and it’s a frustrated one. “We’re between a rock and a hard place. I tried to deny his request and said you’re off duty for the foreseeable future, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
Fucking archangels, Porsche thought, the voice inside his head spiteful. He’d never be able to say it out loud without dire consequences, but in the privacy of his own brain, he’ll curse them out as much as he wants. They’re selfish creatures, living in their high-rises to look down upon all mortals, ruling over the cities they claim as their own without a care in the world. As long as they’re happy, nothing else matters.
“What does he want?”
“They wouldn’t say. His lackeys who called up were very secretive, even with me,” Arm grumbles something under his breath with the same amount of disdain Porsche feels. The archangels are famously hard to work with. “I’m really sorry, and I will do all I can to make this up to you - but you have to meet him tomorrow.”
“Which one?” Porsche asks, mind going a hundred miles an hour. He went through all the ones he knew - the ones he’d already worked for. He’s had to clean up more of their messes than he can count, but of course, they do nothing but deposit a grand sum of money in his bank account and go about their day without even a simple thanks.
“Archangel Anakinn.”
The name cut off all of Porsche’s internal ramblings. That name had fear instilled into it, each letter dripping with the promise of death if you defied him. The archangel of Bangkok wasn’t exactly known for his niceties; even Porsche, who had fought rogue vampires twisted with bloodlust beyond any form of rationality, who stood up against anyone or anything not caring about the consequences, starts to feel anxiety creeping in.
“Fuck me,” Porsche let out, leaning against the counter to keep him up. His knees felt weak. “Let me guess, I’ve gotta go on my own, too?”
He could feel the wince through the phone as Arm answered, “Yep.”
Double fuck, Porsche curses. “Ping me the time and location.”
“Porsche -” Arm began, but Porsche hung up before he could finish, not in the mood to talk anymore.
He glances around his apartment, at the warm woods and white accents, at the trinkets and paintings spread around that he’d collected in his travels, and breathes in the scent of incense to try and ground himself. There’s no use in avoiding the inevitable, so he looks outside his window at the hotel situated opposite his apartment building. It towers above him, each window lit with shadows of activity behind them. It’s a building that never sleeps, with all sorts of goings on happening in the secrecy only immortals had the pleasure of knowing.
Porsche’s phone pinged with the details of his meeting for tomorrow.
Director Arm:
Tomorrow, Theerapanyakul’s Hotel, 09:00 am sharp.
Memorising the information immediately, Porsche knows that if he takes a few steps forward, he’ll be able to see the rooftop of the hotel - the Theerapanyakul’s Hotel. It doesn’t have any railing or safety bordering it, as there would be no point. It’s a landing and takeoff point for angels, and they could fly, their giant wings sprawling outwards so wide that even to this day, Porsche finds himself pausing whatever he was doing to stop and watch. He’d spent countless hours since he’d moved into this apartment spying on them, watching them come and go, equally fascinated as he was repulsed by their royalty in society.
Each angel had their own set of wings, and no two were the same. One pair had caught his attention the most out of all he’d seen, and he’d seen plenty at this point. Porsche recalls ones that were so wide that they had almost blocked out the entire sky, so dark in colour that it seemed as if a black hole had opened up in their place, if not for the red tips of the feathers that were visible even from so far away. Porsche has never met Archangel Anakinn - but he knows him. He’s seen him, watched him, studied him the best he could from afar as he admired each descent and take-off from flight, the beauty of his wings too tempting to look away from even for a second.
Porsche walks forward, eyes rising upwards until he can finally see the rooftop, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. To his dismay, the rooftop is empty, so instead he imagines what it’ll be like when he is up there tomorrow, and if he’d survive the meeting long enough to continue admiring the view of the angels he so frequently indulged in
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“Alright, alright! I get it, no need to push,” Porsche says, wrenching his shoulder away from a heavy-handed vampire.
The impudent thing just glares at him, his fangs poking out, just begging for the hunter to act up within the hotel. Everyone knows that you behave when in a general radius of an archangel, let alone when you’re in one’s territory. The vampire looks young, but the smell radiating off of him could only mean age - and Porsche doesn’t mean a few years, but hundreds. He looks overly serious, with his perfect ponytail and miserable atmosphere, which only makes Porsche want to prod at him even more to see if he can get a reaction out of him instead.
“Get in.” The vampire orders, shoving Porsche into an open elevator.
“Does your boss not teach you any manners?” Porsche mutters under his breath, nose scrunching up in distaste at the vampire’s scent now clinging to him.
Each one smells different, much like each angel’s wings - it’s part of their DNA, their defining feature. This one smells sour, his scent warped with internal rage and something sad, almost as if he’s left it so long that it’s gone off, twisted and rotten. It’s clear that he hates Porsche, so much so that it’s leaking out of every pore.
“What did you say, guild hunter?” The vampire snaps, eyes narrowed in malice.
“I said, did your boss not teach you any manners?” Porsche repeats, enunciating each word clearly, not caring about the consequences.
“Why, you -” The vampire begins through gritted teeth until the elevator doors open and let in a gust of wind so strong it threatens to knock him off balance.
Porsche blinks, his eyes drying out immediately as he takes in the scene before him. He hadn’t even noticed they’d made it to the top, caught up in the brewing fight. The vampire grabs his arm, dragging him out and practically throwing him forward. Porsche’s senses are all going off, each one struggling to acclimate to a slew of incoming smells, sounds, and feelings.
“Khun Kinn, he’s arrived.”
“Thank you, Big. You may go,” A voice replies, so smooth and luxurious that Porsche’s stomach clenches.
He watches as the vampire - or Big, he supposes - bows and takes his leave, looking like nothing more than a trained puppy in front of his master. Porsche holds back the urge to sneer, but he reigns it in.
Even though he’s completely open out here, the wind is strong and loud, it’s warmer than he expected, the sun shining directly into his eyes. He squints, trying to gather his bearings as he looks out across the expanse of the roof, focusing on a shadowy figure at the opposite end. Even without fully seeing him - Porsche knows who it is.
Archangel Anakinn.
There’s no doubt in his mind, no second guesses, as his mere aura alone is enough to suffice. The great span of his wings flutters, rising and blocking out the harsh glare of the sun, bringing everything back into focus. Porsche blinks, black spots dotting around his vision as he adjusts until he can finally see who he is truly facing.
His breath catches in his throat, eyes widening without his permission as he takes in the archangel. Anakinn’s hair is perfectly styled, not a hair out of place except the purposely left-out strand that catches on his eyelashes, even with the harsh winds that are whipping Porsche’s clothing and hair around relentlessly. It’s as if the earth has stopped moving, stopped existing, covering Anakinn in an eternal peace where he’s untouchable. Porsche’s eyes carry on moving, desperate and wanting to take the man in. They follow his masculine brow bone and down the gentle slope of his nose, cataloguing each mole and curve, straight angle and harsh cut of his jawline.
Even hidden, Porsche can sense the sheer amount of strength hidden within his body. It’s not all physical, although he doesn’t doubt that he is just as strong in that sense as he is in any other, but the archangel naturally exudes such a vibe that Porsche feels dizzy. Anakinn’s clothes are simple - a white shirt that stands out starkly against his black wings and is open enough to show off the cut of his pecs, along with a pair of tight slacks. He mustn’t feel the chill, either, as any sensible person would at least wear a jacket up here.
Porsche’s eyes flicker back up to meet Anakinn’s, and where they are a natural brown colour, there’s nothing normal about them. It isn’t just one shade, but hundreds, maybe even thousands, that meld and entwine amongst each other in his irises, glowing almost golden with how rich they are that Porsche fears if he looks for too long, he will lose himself forever amongst them.
“Done looking, Hunter Porsche?”
Porsche visibly jolts at the address, shuddering back into reality as he snaps out of whatever daze he is in.
“It’s not often I find myself face-to-face with an archangel,” Porsche retorts, willing the heat on his cheeks at being caught to fade away.
Anakinn smiles, barely a tilt of his lips, and yet Porsche feels he’s being treated like a child. It’s humouring - demeaning - like the angel opposite him sees him as nothing more than a toy to entertain himself with. It wouldn’t surprise him if that’s exactly what was happening, but it pisses him off either way.
“We’re a private bunch,” Anakinn replies simply, gesturing to the table to the side. Porsche follows his hand to the breakfast spread laid out for them. “Shall we have something to eat, and then begin?”
Porsche shrugs, too stiff to be casual, but it at least forces his muscles to loosen, “Sure.”
Anakinn waits until Porsche moves first, and even with his back turned, he can feel eyes following him with each step. Before he can drag a seat out for himself, Anakinn asks from right behind him:
“Did Big treat you well on your way up?”
Porsche spins around, not having felt or heard anyone creep up on him. His heart is in his throat, his hand on the knife that was hidden in his jacket sleeve, the blade peaking out as he’s ready to attack. It’s lucky he just about caught himself from stabbing the archangel, too on edge from nerves.
Anakinn glances down, catching sight of the knife, “I see you weren’t checked for weapons.”
“I was,” Porsche replies instantly, and even though it’s delayed, he finally gets a waft of the archangel’s scent. His mouth waters - it’s not like anything he’s smelled before. It’s sensual, sweet, and musky - cloying and addictive. “Your people just underestimated me.”
“Oh?” Anakinn’s eyebrow raises, and it’s so unfairly attractive that Porsche feels a pulse of violence rise in him. “I assure you, no one in this building would dare do such a thing.”
“You don’t need to flatter me,” Porsche says cuttingly, sliding the blade back into its rightful place. “I know you chose me for a reason, and I’m damn good at my job, whatever it may be.”
Anakinn hums, eyes appraising as they trace over his face and down his body, and back up again. Each bit they cover leaves hot trails behind, burning his skin even through layers of clothes. “What if I wanted to flatter you?”
Porsche’s heart seizes, his throat clicking as he swallows. “Just add a couple thousand onto my pay check, and we’d be good.”
Anakinn steps closer, boxing Porsche in, pushing his lower back into the chair behind him. It digs in at an uncomfortable angle, precariously balanced on something that could move and leave him unmoored and unstable in his stance. Their chests are almost touching, and Anakinn’s scent gets stronger, sweeter, and more enticing. Porsche can see Anakinn’s wings out of his peripherals, and the feathers look even softer than he could’ve ever imagined. He wants to reach out and touch, but he doesn’t dare.
“Only a couple thousand, hunter?” Anakinn tilts his head to the side, deceptively innocent, “I think you’re worth more than that.”
“You haven’t even tried me yet,” Porsche replies, and he’s not sure what he’s talking about - whether it’s the hunt he’s about to be debriefed on, or something else. Even worse, he’s not sure which one he’d rather be discussing.
“We can change that,” Anakinn says, voice low, words rich and honeyed, as his eyes drop to Porsche’s lips.
They linger, only for a moment, and then they’re gone, along with Anakinn’s presence. Porsche gasps in shock, turning back around to face the table, where the archangel is now sitting down, poised as if he’s on a throne and not a garden chair.
“So, you’re not a cheap worker, hm?”
Porsche drags his seat out, watching as the screeching sound of the metal against the concrete doesn’t make the man flinch. He flops down onto it, relishing in the plush softness of the cushion beneath him.
Folding his arms over his chest, Porsche replies: “I’ll rinse you dry, but I’m worth every penny.”
Anakinn’s eyes search him again, this time more intense, not even bothering to hide the roaring desire and attraction in them. “Then I suppose I look forward to working with you, Hunter Porsche.”
Porsche smirks, shifting in his seat, leaning into the warm bubbling sensation caressing his skin at such a gaze directed at him, the base of his spine tingling with it. He can’t wait to see what Archangel Anakinn has in store for him.
It has been an absolute honor to write this gift for the legendary Wicca. It was more like a Christmas gift for myself, to be able to give something back to the writer who has given me so many hours of reading pleasure already. Please enjoy my first foray into writing an AU!
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Blessings big and small
“It doesn’t make any difference.”
“It makes all the difference in the world!”
Chay shares an exasperated look with Jom before turning back to Porsche. “You know how much Korn kept Kinn confined. He always had to be the perfect little heir, and Korn led the coven with an iron fist. I’m sure that if Kinn had had more freedom, he would have made a move on you years ago. And now he has , thanks to the passing of the old fart.”
Porsche huffs, getting up from the table. “You’re delusional. May I remind you how Kinn was betrothed to Tawan for more than two years?” He starts gathering their empty glasses. “Let’s go, guys, or we’ll be late.”
As a treat, here's a little ficlet of fox Porsche for Halloween or as I put it 'Kinn discovering that Porsche is afraid of ghosts'. I hope you like it!
Kinn looks out of the car’s window and sees people are milling about, dressed in Halloween costumes.
It had been a long day for him. He had gone from one, long wired meeting. He was exhausted. All he wanted was to get back to the compound. Maybe he even could take a nice long bath with Porsche. His boyfriend loved to prepare them for him after a long day.
However, when he enters his room, it is dark. Porsche is nowhere to be seen.
“Porsche?” he calls out.
No one answers.
He takes the elevator to the gym, hoping he will find Porsche there, but it is also dark.
Suddenly his phone vibrates, and he sees he has a message from Tankhun. Come to my room.
Perhaps his brother knows where Porsche is.
He knocks when he arrives, knowing today is Tankhun’s spooky movie night and doesn’t like to be disturbed.
Pete opens the door and bows before letting Kinn pass.
“Khun, I hope you messaged me for a good reason. Porsche is missing,” Kinn says to his brother.
“He’s not, we invited him to join movie night. He didn’t seem to like it very much.” Tankhun’s gaze stays fixed on the movie.
“Then where is he?” Kinn looks around but doesn’t see Porsche anywhere.
Tankhun looks away from the movie on tv for just a few seconds to point at his pile of animal plushies. “He’s there,” he just says.
Kinn walks to the pile of plushies in the corner and notices a barely visible fox head in the dim light of the television. He realizes it’s Porsche in his fox form, surrounded by the plushies.
“Porsche?” Kinn says softly.
At the mention of his name, the fox lets out a whine and moves, getting out of the pile. Kinn kneels and opens his arms to pick him up. He knows Porsche is seeking his comfort.
He stands and leaves to go to his own room, carrying fox Porsche in his arms, whispering “You’re safe,” in his ears.
Porsche, still in his fox form, soon falls asleep on the bed with Kinn’s arms wrapped around him.
i'm perfection (when it comes to indiscretion) - 2/2
Story Summary:
It’s no coincidence that Porsche is the most tenured employee at The Crossroads. Yok takes care of him well because he’s a bartender and bouncer rolled into one.
Any establishment that deals with non-humans runs the risk of people getting hexed or stabbed or, hell, even maimed on a regular basis. On good days, the human clients get a little unruly. On bad days? Well. Let’s just say Porsche has a pistol loaded with silver bullets that he keeps by the bar, and he had to put fresh rounds in it just last week.
Relationships: KinnPorsche
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Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Demons, Incubus!Porsche, Prince of Hell!Kinn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, tagging this as a pwp so it must be true, surely there is no plot here, if u see a semblance of plot no u dont, shhhhh, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, One Night Stands, ((but not rly)), Making Out, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Hybristophilia, listen Kinn is dangerous and has a big dick and Porsche is Really Into That ok, if u have read up until this point then please note the following tags refer to events in chapter 2, Transformation, Intersex Characters, handjobs, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, life force sharing but make it sexy aha, is it monsterfucking if they’re both technically not human?
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i'm perfection (when it comes to indiscretion) - 1/2
Story Summary:
It's no coincidence that Porsche is the most tenured employee at The Crossroads. Yok takes care of him well because he's a bartender and bouncer rolled into one.
Any establishment that deals with non-humans runs the risk of people getting hexed or stabbed or, hell, even maimed on a regular basis. On good days, the human clients get a little unruly. On bad days? Well. Let's just say Porsche has a pistol loaded with silver bullets that he keeps by the bar, and he had to put fresh rounds in it just last week.
Relationships: KinnPorsche
Tags:
Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Demons, Incubus!Porsche, Prince of Hell!Kinn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, tagging this as a pwp so it must be true, surely there is no plot here, if u see a semblance of plot no u dont, shhhhh, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, One Night Stands, ((but not rly)), Making Out, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Hybristophilia, listen Kinn is dangerous and has a big dick and Porsche is Really Into That ok, if u have read up until this point then please note the following tags refer to events in chapter 2, Transformation, Intersex Characters, handjobs, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, life force sharing but make it sexy aha, is it monsterfucking if they're both technically not human?
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i'm perfection (when it comes to indiscretion) - 1/2
Story Summary:
It's no coincidence that Porsche is the most tenured employee at The Crossroads. Yok takes care of him well because he's a bartender and bouncer rolled into one.
Any establishment that deals with non-humans runs the risk of people getting hexed or stabbed or, hell, even maimed on a regular basis. On good days, the human clients get a little unruly. On bad days? Well. Let's just say Porsche has a pistol loaded with silver bullets that he keeps by the bar, and he had to put fresh rounds in it just last week.
Relationships: KinnPorsche
Tags:
Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Demons, Incubus!Porsche, Prince of Hell!Kinn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, tagging this as a pwp so it must be true, surely there is no plot here, if u see a semblance of plot no u dont, shhhhh, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, One Night Stands, ((but not rly)), Making Out, Size Kink, Mirror Sex, Hybristophilia, listen Kinn is dangerous and has a big dick and Porsche is Really Into That ok, if u have read up until this point then please note the following tags refer to events in chapter 2, Transformation, Intersex Characters, handjobs, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, life force sharing but make it sexy aha, is it monsterfucking if they're both technically not human?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
u did not hear this from me but au where kimchay meet a few years later in life, when Chay is a rising musician who joins a tv competition in the hopes of making his mainstream break and Wik has made such a huge impact in the music industry that he's invited to mentor and judge said competition!!!!!! Chay's confidence is shaky at the start but HEY GUESS WHO SAVES HIM AND GIVES HIM A CHANCE AT THE LAST MOMENT AND BECOMES HIS MENTOR?
Hello Wicca! This is your KPTS Secret Santa speaking ;-) I was just wondering what kind of POV you prefer? From one character, or do you prefer POV switches? Lots of love xoxo
Hello anon!!! I'm so sorry for taking ages to reply, work is eating me alive rn T___T
I have no strong preference tbh as long as it's not like...self-insert flskfjslf also POV switches are fine!!
