#korn fic
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ROOMMATES - Pt 3
(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)
18+ !!!!!!!
warning: substance use, smut, (ftm) anatomy, lots of swearing, f slur
“Fuuck, fuck, fuck…” Jon was whispering to himself, barely audible. The muffled sound of wet slapping just loud enough to now have your attention in full grasp. He was fucking jerking off. The vibrations of his hips slightly bucking and the shaky breaths he was trying to hold back had you captivated and your heart beating out of your chest.
He’s so fucking sexy, it’s driving me insane.
You laid thinking for a few moments, exhausted, half conscious, very turned on and still ever so slightly high. The mattress was shaking a bit, completely unbeknownst to him. There was no way you wouldn’t know what he was doing. Flipping around to face him in the dark, you heard him suddenly stop and hold his breath.
“Y/N?” He whispered, unable to tell in the pitch darkness whether you were awake or not.
“…You having fun, Jon?”
“Shit.” You heard him adjust his position so he was facing you. “I am so fucking sorry.” He was still whispering. You clicked on a tiny dim lamp near your side of the bed, illuminating the room just enough so you could see his expression and vise versa. He looked extremely embarrassed.
“That’s so fuckin’ nasty of me, man. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m embarrassed.” He glanced away from you, avoiding eye contact. “I thought I was being quiet.”
You shifted your body closer to him, reaching a hand out on his bare waist. Your touch made him take a sharp inhale.
“It’s okay, seriously.” You leaned your head toward him leaving a kiss on his hairy chest and then his chin. He had a flustered, taken aback look on his face. “You really think I give a fuck after we’ve been making out all night?”
Jon sighed in relief. “Fair enough.” He awkwardly chucked, biting his lip.
“What has you feeling so desperate? It’s so late.” You asked teasingly, moving your hand slowly down his side. You were trying not to lead on to how much he had turned you on; not only in the moment, but throughout the night. His bites, kisses, noises and grasps on your thighs on the balcony had you feeling flushed for a couple hours. This was just the nail on the coffin.
“Mm… uh…” Jons voice cracked out, looking down to the covers where your hand was caressing his body. “I uh, I had a dream about you that just… turned me the fuck on. I couldn’t help myself…”
“About me? Really?” Your hand crept down his hip and fingers started slipping past the waistband of his boxers. His eyes darted up to meet yours, a needy expression on his face. The look he was giving you was enough to make you give in and fuck him right there, but you held back, trying to keep your cool. Being on testosterone had made it so when you were excited, you were really excited.
A flustered smile spread across Jons’ lips as he remained staring into your eyes.
“Mhm… about you…” He shifted his body closer to you as his hand found your waist. Both of your fingers gracing each others’ skin. Your foreheads near pressing against each other before he lovingly pushes his lips into yours, lazily making out with you. Letting out soft groans into your mouth as his fingers twitched against your side. He bit your bottom lip as your hand finally found his throbbing member, causing him to gasp sharply into your mouth. Your fingers delicately circled the head of his cock, getting them slick. You snickered a bit at his reaction. He had clearly been anticipating your touch for a while.
“You’re so fucking cute.” You whispered, the pace of his breathing picking up against your lips as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. There was already an absurd amount of precum enveloping your grasp, only making it easer to pick up the pace. “…and you’re so fucking hard, too.”
“Fuck… Y/N…” His hips twitched as he clamped down on your shoulder with his teeth. It sent a short shock through your body, causing your tdick to pulsate. He loved to bite, but had never bitten you so hard before. It was a bit surprising to discover how sensitive he was.
“You make me so fucking horny… oh my god… f-fuck…” His dark eyes bore into yours. In the moment, you felt like you were in charge.
“Y/N… your hand feels so good. Holy sh-shit.” The expression of desire he was giving you and the sounds you were teasing out of him were giving you waves of chills.
“Can-can I touch you? I want you to cum with me.” He shakily breathed out. His fingers resting on your inner thigh, very close to your aching wetness. Your hand slowed down to a stop as you pulled his face in for a tender kiss. The fact that he wanted you to feel good too and he wanted to cum together made you throb. His tongue hung out of his mouth dumbly as you pulled away from the kiss, a thin string of spit connected your lips. He was staring into your face with desperation.
“Please?” Jons’ fingers curled against your skin. He was begging to feel how slick and hard you had gotten. “Fuck, please. I’m so horny, Y/N… I wanna feel you. I wanna cum together.” He whimpered out as his hips bucked a bit, pumping his cock into your loose grasp. His begging was the last straw as you slung one of your legs over his, both of you now spread for each others’ hands to explore.
“I can touch?” He eagerly slid his hand down past your waistband and started spreading your lips apart with two fingers. Heat spread throughout your body as you nodded in response. “Mhmm…”
“Fuck yes.” He wasted no time in dipping his fingers ever so lightly into your wetness, getting them slick so he could start rubbing your engorged tcock. Every new little sensation caused you to twitch and made it difficult to keep up with jerking him off at a consistent speed.
“You’re so big down here, holy shit, Y/N…” he whispered, circling your sensitive spot with his wet fingers.
“…and so fucking wet for me…” His words were making your body spasm and soft groans leave your mouth. Only encouraging him to continue. You picked up the pace in stroking his cock, making him moan in your ear. The moment you sped up your stroking, he dipped two fingers into your hole causing your eyes to flutter back momentarily. The two of you were subconsciously fighting to make the other one buck and whimper more and louder. Whispering praise and filth to each other as the sounds of your desperate, raspy voices and wet pleasure filled the room.
“Good fucking boy, Jon. You’re being so good for me. Fuck, you’re making me feel so-mmf.”
“Nng- You have no idea how bad I wanna f-fuck you, Y/N. Your cunt sounds so fucking pretty.”
You were so close to cumming. His dirty talk just made your head fuzzier; and he could absolutely tell. Turning you on in itself was getting him closer too. Every time you’d moan, he would too. His breathing was unsteady and shaky, breaking more with every sentence at this point. There was no shutting him up or talking over him, he was determined to make you cum. He slipped a third finger inside of you, using his thumb to toy with your swollen tdick.
“I’ve wanted to know what you feel like in here for so fucking long…” He pressed his face up against the side of yours, nibbling on your ear lobe between whispers. You could hear every shudder and gasp escape his lips. Your grip on his cock tightened as you pumped faster in a desperate attempt to keep up with him.
“You’re making my cock feel so good, f-fuck. My pretty boy, so handsome. I wanna make you cum all over my fuckin’ fingers.” His voice was shaky and whiny.
“Oh, fuck. Yes! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”
His hips jerked and he moaned at the top of his lungs as he came all over your hand. The grasp of your other hand pulling hard on his dreads as he drove his fingers in and out of you at full speed. The two of you twitching, hips bucking, and letting out uncontrollable curses and moans as you came on each others’ fingers. He pulled his hand from your boxers and sucked on his fingers, crudely shoving them in your mouth afterwards and kissing you on the forehead.
“What a good fuckin’ boy…” He whispered, voice cracking as his chest heaved. He took his fingers from your mouth and pulled your face into his for a deep, passionate kiss, moving his hand back down to palm at your dripping cunt. Your tcock was pulsing and you could barely breathe after the orgasm you had, jumping straight back into roughly making out. You could taste your cum on his tongue as he pushed it into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but lazily tug on his tangled, sweaty dreads and buck into his hand with overstimulation.
“Fuck, Jon- I-I’m really sensitive right no-“
“I know. I like seeing you like this.” He growled in your ear before once again dipping two fingers into your entrance while roughly thumbing your throbbing tcock. Your thighs were shaking and subconsciously trying to squeeze themselves closed, but he was keeping your legs spread open enough for him to have full range of your cunt.
“I want you cum for me again… just one more time. Can you do that, my pretty boy?” He pressed his lips against your cheek leaving a series of small, quick kisses.
“Fuck… okay, I can do it…” You whimpered out, already feeling close again. Embarassment making your body and face heat up even more. You had never felt more like putty in someones’ hands. Jon had you absolutely melting; his touch, his words, his breath in your ear. It felt like a dream.
“Good boy. You’re so handsome, so fucking sexy when you’re twitching like this.” The sound of his raspy, quiet voice in your ear mixing with the sloppy noises of his fingers drilling into you at full force. Your hips were bucking into his hand as he swiftly sunk another finger into you, knuckle deep. Your hands were grasping the sheets of the bed in a frenzy.
“I can’t believe how fucking wet you are for me, Y/N. You’ve wanted this as long as I have, haven’t you?” He clamped onto your neck with his teeth before impatiently sucking on it. You knew immediately that it was gonna leave a dark, gnarly hickey. He worked his way along your whole neck as he curled his fingers inside of you, making your hips jerk repeatedly, only driving him harder inside of you.
“I can feel you getting tighter around me, baby. Are you close?”
“Fuck, yeah. please, please-“
Your eyes and hips rolled as Jon pressed his lips against yours, capturing your blissful moans in his mouth. His fingers pumping into you like a machine as you tightened around him. Your hand gripped his dreads wildly, inadvertently pulling his head back while he looked down at you with a satisfied expression. Your face contorting with pleasure and overstimulation as he finally started to slow his pace down.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot.” He kissed your jaw and slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making your body jerk. You could barely breathe - just lay below him twitching and panting. Your head so fuzzy that you barely noticed him licking your cum off of his fingers while his other hand lazily played with your happy trail. Your delirious trance was interrupted by a giggle escaping his lips.
“Are you okay, Y/N?”
Your eyes darted to look at his face. He was biting his lip and staring at you with adoration in his eyes.
“Mm… I can’t believe you just did that to me.” You tiredly responded; body completely limp. He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he wrapped an arm around you and buried his head in the nook of your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.
“In a good way, right?”
“In a really good way, yeah. You just like, totally fucked the last of my energy out of me.” You snickered out, eyelids heavy. Your thighs were still weak and shaking. “I should go change my boxers but I honestly don’t think I could walk.”
“Good. I don’t want you to go anywhere anyways.” Jon slung his leg over yours, scooting in for his now signature bedtime entrapment. You felt gross, but safe. Already having been exhausted and half-conscious by the time you had your first orgasm; falling asleep was not going to be a challenge tonight.
“You’re so fucking handsome… and so sexy. Fuck, I can’t believe I finally got to touch you like that.” You laid slowly catching your breath as he whispered into your ear. Every word making it more difficult to wipe the smile off of your face. “My beautiful boy…” his fingers running through your hair as he spoke.
It barely took ten minuets for the two of you to pass out entangled in each others’ limbs. Jon had essentially praised you to sleep before he quickly followed suit. Throughout the night, you’d occasionally be stirred awake by the feeling of his lips planting a soft kiss on your neck, shoulder or cheek. Each time you’d toss or adjust yourself, you’d give him a kiss as well. Usually earning a soft, sleepy groan in response.
Waking up for work the next day was one of the more difficult feats you’ve pulled yourself through in a bit. Your night was so sleepless and active that you had probably gotten a total of 2 hours of rest, if even. Jon hadn’t even woken up when your alarm shot off; he was dead asleep. Leaving the bedroom dressed in your work clothes and looking back to see his lanky, curled up figure sound asleep pained you.
Goddammit, I wish I could just stay in bed.
The entire workday stretched on forever. All you could think about was your intimate night with Jon. You couldn't exactly forget about it either if you wanted to, considering the dark hickeys that were covering your neck and collar. Every time you passed by a reflective surface, or a patron couldn't peel their eyes from the marks Jon left behind, it made the butterflies come back full swing. It really fucking sucked to have to get up and go to work that morning without being able to communicate about your experience together.
Once your shift came to an end and you clocked out, nothing could keep you from sprinting to your car. You were so exhausted all day, but the second you exited the building you were overtaken with a second wind. The drive back to the apartment went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were fumbling for your keys to unlock your front door.
“Creeeaak” the door opened swiftly as Jons’ eager face peered down at you.
“Hi baby!” He smiled and outstretched his arms, gesturing for you to give him a hug. You wasted no time in slamming your body into his. His long arms wrapping around you as he kissed the top of your head sweetly. You were grinning uncontrollably, realizing the new pet name he had just called you.
Baby. He called me baby.
"Hi..." You sighed into his chest. A few moments of comfortable silence passed you both by as you remained embracing.
His arms feel so protective. So safe.
"So..." Jon pulled his head back to look into your face, a subtle smile on his.
"Sooo..."
"So are we gonna like... talk about it?"
"Oh, yeah... can we? Or wait... just to be sure; you're talking about last night, right?"
"Yeah, I'm talkin' about last night." He smiled warmly and sat on the couch, leading you with his hand to sit next to him. Now that you were confronted with the actual conversation, your nerves started to kick in and your palms began to sweat. Jon could immediately tell that you became anxious.
"Don't be nervous. I just wanted to tell ya I really liked it... a fuckin. lot." He breathily laughed out to try and ease tension before placing a hand on your thigh. "I've been thinking about you all fuckin' day, Y/N. Not like, just because we got sloppy the other night. That's part of it but like- you know-... I've been thinking about you all day like, every day for a fuckin' while now..." He briefly tore his gaze from your eyes, his cheeks growing redder by the passing seconds. It's not often he gets this flustered during conversation.
"Like, I didn't anytime soon think that we were gonna do any of that kinda shit, you know? It wasn't my only intention with you."
You sighed in sudden unexpected relief, feeling your muscles' tenseness lessen a bit. You had no particular idea of where he was going with his train of thought, but his nervousness and open way of conversing put you at ease little by little. He was very good with expressing his emotions and point of view.
"I didn't think it was. It wasn't my only intention with you either." You breathed out. "I genuinely like, really really like you, Jon. It kinda freaks me out. I don't just like, do that shit with anyone, you feel me?"
"I really really like you too, Y/N. I know what you mean when you say it freaks you out." He scooted closer, your knees now touching together. This conversation had you circulating between relief and your breath being caught in your throat. There was a pause in your exchanges; the two of you only able to hear your respective heartbeats ringing in your ears as your eyes remained locked.
"Um, okay. Soo then...-"
"Would you wanna be my boyfriend, Y/N?" Jon interjected and looked down at his lap nervously, sweat beading at his forehead. Your mouth dropped open slightly in excitement. "Like, do you wanna be together? For real?”
"Yes! Fuck yes I do!"
Not a moment of hesitation in your response as you giddily accepted. The smile that was stretching across his face was so wide that his eyes were basically closed. Grabbing the back of his neck gently, you pulled his face toward your own to engage in a passionate kiss. Your first kiss as official partners.
"Shit, I'm so fuckin' happy." He giggled as you separated. What looked to be tears of relief puddling ever so slightly in the corners of his dark eyes.
"Me too. Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked me... I don't know how much longer I could've kept up the faggotry without putting a label on this." You jokingly responded, causing a loud laugh to emit from Jonathan.
"Yeah, now we can kick our faggotry into high gear." His arms pulled you in for a tight squeeze as you felt his body shake with schoolgirl giggles. "...Cause you're my boyfriend." He whispered into your ear. It made you snicker, the energy between you both high and vibrational.
“Holy shit… and you’re like, mine too.” You whispered back.
The two of you spent the remainder of the night tenderly kissing, caressing each other, joking around, flirting and riding the high of being official partners. It felt so right. These feelings between you both had been building for a while, and the tension had become beyond palpable. Now that you were boyfriends, it was as if you couldn’t be pulled away from each other.
You both ended up passing out on the couch, your head in Jons’ lap and his neck craned back uncomfortably as one of his hands rested in your hair. His finger occasionally twitching against your scalp. The television buzzed in the background just low enough for Jons’ soft snores to awaken you in the early morning. Today was another one of an uncountable amount of days you were preparing to spend with Jonathan at his band practice. You continued to lay in his lap, sleepily gazing at his unconscious, dreamy face for a few minuets until he finally came to. He yawned and stretched his arms out, forgetting momentarily his position on the couch with you.
“Good morning, boyfriend Jon.” You whispered, your voice raspy with grogginess.
“Heh. Good morning, boyfriend Y/N.” He caressed your hair softly, moving his fingers down the side of your jaw and chin.
“Does boyfriend Jon want breakfast?” You reached a hand up to twirl his tangled hair between your fingers. He snickered and moved his other hand on your chest, gently resting it against your skin. The feeling of his hand on you felt so electrifying; even the most gentle and casual of touches made your hairs stand up every now and then.
“Boyfriend Jon wants boyfriend Y/N for breakfast.” He bent down to plant a dry kiss on your lips before pulling up again, smirking at your flustered expression.
“Shut the fuck up.” You snickered, crossing your arms. “It’s too early to be saying allat gay shit.” You sat up and turned toward him, your faces inches apart.
God, will I ever get over these butterflies?
He placed his hands on your cheeks, squeezing your face gently with cuteness aggression.
“Fuck, you’re just so fucking perfect. I can’t help it.” He said through gritted teeth and kissed your nose. “I’m so into you.”
“I’m so into you too. I lo- like- hmph. Fuck.” You choked and cut yourself off, palms already sweating in fear that you let something slip that Jon wasn’t ready to hear yet.
“You what, Y/N?” He couldn’t physically hold back his smile if he tried. Pressing his forehead to yours, face still in his hands, he whispered almost teasingly.
“What was that you were gonna say?”
You couldn’t get any proper sentence to leave your lips, let alone a clever comeback or stupid gay joke that you’d typically fallback on. He interrupted your internal panic and moment of dissociation with a sudden passionate kiss on the lips, causing you to melt instantly. Your anxiety felt as if it was flooding out if you being placed by a relief almost tangible.
“I do too.”
“You what?”
“I love you.”
Oh my fucking god. He feels the same way.
“… I-I love you too.”
Jon scooted forward and put his legs around you, borderline sitting on your lap. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you close, pressing your chest against his. The smell of his hair and feeling of his limbs enveloping you filling your senses with warmth.
“Holy shit. I love you.” He breathed into your ear quietly as you held each other close.
I am so fucking happy.
#bawltongue writes#roommates#jonathan davis#jonathan davis x transmasc reader#jonathan davis x ftm reader#jonathan davis x reader#jonathan davis fic#korn fic#fic
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The alpha greets Kinn with Kim at his side, a possessive hand on the back of his neck forcing Kim to keep his head bowed. He gnashes his teeth against the radiating command of submit, submit, submit. He refuses to look at his brother, even when he hears Kinn’s sharp inhale.
Oh, Kim is certain he makes quite a shocking sight. His alpha has been kind enough to allow him pants for this meeting, a pair of filthy days-old sweats that still stink of his heat. The rest of his body is left bare. Every last mark on his body—the bruises sucked and beaten into his flesh, the scratches raked into his skin—is on display. And the crowning jewel—the still-healing bite in Kim’s neck, too high to even think of hiding it, barely scabbed over and flushed an angry red.
“Kim—”
The alpha digs his claws into Kim’s nape and he snarls, jerking in the unforgiving grip. He’s half-feral with fury and doesn’t care at all about the sticky warmth now dripping down his spine.
“Thank you for the gift,” the alpha says smoothly, dragging Kim into his side. He fights it, digging his own claws into his palms. He will not submit. “Not as docile as an omega should be, but it was a pleasure to break him in nonetheless.”
Kinn, forever wearing his heart on his sleeve, stands there struck dumb. Kim wants to yell at him, to demand he do something, say something, anything other than stand there, his silence an admission of his weakness. But Kim, trembling beneath the force of fury and fear and that fucking command, pulsing through their bond, can’t force the words to come.
“I believe we have business to discuss,” Kinn finally manages, a small relief, even if his voice is tight with barely restrained horror and hatred.
“Yes. Let’s find somewhere more comfortable. Come along, darling.”
As if Kim has a choice. He’s led by neck as the alpha turns on his heel and begins walking down the hall. Is it a deliberate choice to pass the room where Kim was forced to spend his heat, the thick, cloying scent of it still wafting out as they pass? It must be. Kim feels the charge in the air, Kinn’s hackles rising.
Kinn wants to kill him. The alpha that has taken what does not belong to him. He wants to protect his pack. Kim wants to tell him it’s too late for that. Years too late. Their father ensured a long time ago that there was nothing left to protect Kim from, no torment he’s been spared. Nothing he hasn’t learned to endure, just as he will continue to endure this.
Kim catches Kinn’s eyes only long enough to shake his head. Slowly, so that his brother will understand.
What’s done is done, he wills his brother to understand. Kim has already sacrificed himself to his brother’s cause. If Kinn ruins it all now in the name of hollow vengeance—it will have all been for nothing. The violation, the mutilation, a bite mark in his flesh that will scar into an unbreakable bond, forever tying him to this thing that is less than a man. Kim needs his sacrifice to be worth it.
This alpha will get what’s coming to him someday. Kim will make sure of it. But when that day comes, it will be his hand that delivers the killing blow. It’s the least of what he’s owed.
#cookie writes#just a lil thaaang#i love fics where Korn uses Kim as a femme fatale#Kinn would never allow it#would never ask for it#but in this fic#Kim knows he can sell himself once last time#to make Kinn's life easier#so he does#unfortunately he's not expecting the alpha he seduces to give him a mating bite#and it's going to fuck him uppp#then everyone tries to force him to bond with Chay to help override his other bond#which just makes Kim even angrier#he doesn't want to bond with anyone after what he's been through#he wants to be left alone for the rest of his life#but chay is sweet and unassuming#takes care of him so well without demanding anything in return#he's really hard for Kim to resist
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Ep7 Vegas is something that cannot exist post-canon: he won't have the strength or stamina to torture anyone or participate in any missions, won't have that menacing presence he was carrying before the coup.
Vegas hates it. Pete, on the other hand, having the memory of Vegas performing in front of him inside that cell, is fine with it. A part of him is grateful even.
Korn doesn't really care, though. If he needs to instill fear on his enemies and make them know their place, he'll ask for Vegas' help, whether he can achieve results or not. It works out for him either way.
The irony of how that reflects on him, especially in comparison to Gun, escapes him. It escapes Vegas too, but not Pete, and not Kinn, either.
#random post midnight thoughts#totally not related to a fic idea I plan on writing... one day#*sighs*#I just love the idea of Vegas being disabled post canon I can't help it#kinnporche the series#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#korn theerapanyakul#kinn theerapanyakul#kpanniversary2024
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Fic titled 'Brother I'm Not Much A Poet But A Criminal'
Where Kinn finds out that kim didn't actually leave the mafia world he just hides the fact that their father makes him do shady shit in exchange for being otherwise left alone and doesn't interfere in Kim's life besides calling him to do what is practically suicide missions for anyone else every couple of weeks
Kinn sees Kim stumbling around the compound, bleeding and bruised after a particularly bad mission but Kim refuses to tell Kinn why he's like that, he manages to get to the infirmary and pass out.
When Kim wakes up Kinn is by his bed side asking what happened and being a concerned older brother, but Kim's too high on painkillers to tell him to fuck off and just starts crying with how frustrated he is with his situation and starts telling Kinn about how the only reason their father let him leave and pursue music was cause he was using Kim as an attack dog.
#it ends with kim waking up to find out korns dead :)#i was listening to mcr and the lyric just fits kim so well okay#will i actually write this? idk#id have to rewatch the show cause i honestly forgot what kinn is even like in canon and i wouldnt know how to write him#kim theerapanyakul#kinn theerapanyakul#kpts#i have a whole list of song lyrics for fic titles but no actual fics to go with them gshjfhkgdfhggdfg 😭#i had another version of the same title (minus the brother part) but it was about chay finding out wik was a serial killer#like i have vague ideas to go with the lyrics but every time i try to write them i just cant
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📖 for kinnporsche the series? your ideas are just so good!
thank u nonny!! 😭❣
this one took me a while to type because it is my weird whacky fic child who i love very dearly but struggle to explain. so, uh.
✨ Necromancy AU ✨
Big dies in the warehouse. Porsche gets Arm to get his body out, gets Kinn to delay the cremation, and gets Chay to reanimate Big.
(because reanimating the dead is just something Chay can do, because he figured it'd be a good skill to learn and he's my most specialest boy.)
Kinn (who's at the morgue for Porsche) is flabbergasted, Khun (who's at the morgue by a miracle) is stunned silent, and Kim (who's here because Khun texted him but didn't say Chay would be here) is more shocked by Big than Chay's abilities.
(Kim is the only person other than Porsche to just accept necromancy as A Reasonable Thing For Chay To Know. this is why they're Chay's favorites.)
anyways so Big is now awake and surrounded by this family. this is hell. not just for him, his sudden undead status is causing a lot of problems:
Porsche just had Chay bring Big back, he didn't like...tell anyone what was happening or make a plan for what to do with him.
Kinn just figured out his new guard roster, and now he has to redo it to accommodate one very grumpy and very loyal Big who now doesn't need trivial things like sleep or food.
there's the looming specter of Khun's upcoming dry cleaning bill because he won't. stop. poking. Big.
Big is trying very, very, very hard to ignore that not only do people know he knew about Porsche and Kinn, but that he loves Kinn so much he died protecting Porsche.
speaking of, Porsche just thanked him for saving Chay and (in a quieter voice) for saving him.
Big is in hell.
despite all that, Big's plans for his new life are to just go back to being Kinn's perfect guard. he is ignoring the awkwardness, none of this is fine, none of this will be fine, but it will be NORMAL.
this is hampered by the fact that whoops, turns out the undead need to hang around their "masters" for at least a few hours every couple of days to "recharge" so to speak, as discovered by Pol when he screamed so loud he set a fire alarm off because he stumbled over Big's body face down in front of Kinn's door at 2am.
this is even further hampered by Korn, who will absolutely not stand for his preferred heir being guarded by someone who might be more loyal to someone other than him. Korn uses the "recharge" issue to force Big out by way of making him Chay's permanent guard.
so now Big, the perfect bodyguard who only got better at his job in death, is now stuck hanging around a high schooler who doesn't get into trouble and just wants to make music with his bitchy boyfriend.
(because oh yeah, mr. the untamed nerd Kim is obviously ridiculously into Chay being able to resurrect the dead and leaks feelings before he can run away and sabotages all future attempts to ghost Chay (insert necromancer joke here). Kim's fears of love and hurting those he loves will cause different problems.)
anyways, Big is suffering. not only is he stuck guarding Porsche's baby brother (who! he's realizing he likes as a person! will the horrors never cease!), Chay keeps being nice and thoughtful and looking out for him as a person and asking after his happiness and shit (the horrors!! are not ceasing!!!!). when Big finally has enough of all this Being Treated Like A Human Being business and asks Chay why he even cares, Chay blurts out "Big, do you even want to be alive?"
because this has been eating at Chay ever since he brought Big back at the morgue. because he never knew Big and never asked if he'd want to be alive again, Chay just did it for Porsche, who wasn't doing it for Big but for his own guilt. and then Big's old life was like an ill-fitting glove, because he and Porsche can't be bitches with Big's sacrifice hanging over them but don't know how to act when they aren't being bitches, Korn won't accept him back because he only sees his own paranoia and none of Big's loyalty, and Kinn might appreciate Big's loyalty but he won't fight for it either, not when he's trying to juggle the rest of Korn's messes coming to fruition. Big's been completely forced out of his old life and any ties he might've kept to the other guards (as few as they were) are ruined by the others' guilt and discomfort, because Big might not have died in the first place if literally anyone had listened to him during the Tawan debacle, which they could ignore when he was dead but can't when he's alive and there in front of them.
and the whole confession draws Big up short because no one's ever asked him what he wants before. Big was just the son of a mafia enforcer who got scooped up young by the main family as a personal guard for Kinn. Big's never even considered that what he wants could be an option. even when he first came back, his main considerations were on the ways he was a better guard for Kinn. Big's chosen more things for himself in his weeks with Chay than he has in his life, and he never stopped to think how he feels about that.
he does now. kinda. this is Big after all. but after both forty-three excruciating minutes and three days, Big finally answers Chay, "i never lived for me before. it's...nice." Chay, who's gotten quite good at reading between the lines after all the exposure from Kim and Big, beams and makes him help him pick his electives for his first semester of university, because Chay's determined to help Big find a hobby and he's overcome far tougher things than emotional constipation.
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Bonus
small scene snippet from shortly after Big's first brought back to life, right after Kim's walked into screaming, stolen Pol's gun, and shoved Chay behind him for protection, because i love themm
Kim opens and closes his mouth silently before sputtering, “But you— I heard— What…?!”
Chay worms his arms around Kim’s waist to get his attention and his head pops over Kim’s shoulder. “It’s okay, phi,” he says soothingly, “I brought him back.”
Big gets an eye full of Kim’s face flashing through four emotions he recognizes and thirty he doesn’t, which is thirty-four more emotions than Big can deal with. Kim twists around in Chay’s hold, just enough to squint at him from the corner of his eye without letting Big out of his gun’s sight line.
“You know how to resurrect the dead?”
Chay drops his chin onto Kim’s shoulder with a huff. “Why do people keep asking me that? It seemed like a useful skill to know!”
“Obviously,” Kim scoffs, which is the first original response Big’s heard to that all day. “I meant you can do it? What, we’re you bored and just googled ‘how to make a zombie’ one day after school?!”
Chay rolls his eyes and pokes the undersides of Kim’s ribs. Shockingly, Kim pushes further into his hold, rather than away. “Don’t be silly. You have to be trained by a shaman to make a zombie.”
Kim actually turns to look at him dead on. His gun is still trained on Big.
Chay cocks his head to the side. “What? I just googled ‘how to bring back the dead’ and went from there. It’s basically CPR!”
“That worked?”
Chay looks genuinely baffled. “Why wouldn’t it?”
Kim stares at him incredulously before suddenly going boneless in Chay’s hold, squishing him back against the wall. Chay does not protest being squished between Kim and a hard place. He actually looks delighted by it. Big would like to go throw up now. He doesn’t know if corpses can do that, but he’s willing to make an effort.
“Of course it works, you’re you,” Kim grumbles. He knocks his head against Chay’s and rubs in a move so cute Big will throw up, death be damned. “If life worked for me like that...”
Chay beams and pats his stomach. “I’ll teach you!”
Turns out corpses can't throw up, but they can gag so hard they choke.
#kinnporsche#necromancy AU#i feel like there's so much im leaving out of this lol#if anyone remember cash from my OC list#he's a reoccurring cast member in this one#because necromancy AU isn't named necormancy AU because of the necromancy#it's necromancy AU because of 2 jokes i wont let die#1. pol screaming every time he sees big#(big's starting to think it's personal 😤😤😤😤😤)#2. big's presence fucking up cash's accounting sheets#those are in fact 90% of what i already have written#also i say im not writing this one but i also wrote more while checking my notes to make this outline#maybe the true necromancy was me resurrecting this WIP along the way#ask game: fics im not writing#OH ALSO#everything of mine has patricide obvs obvs#but my story notes are Literally just#''korn gets eaten by a crocodile''#i dont even remember how that happens#but thats apparently how korn dies in this one#no reanimation for him
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well the title that interested me the most was "korn dies" because its what i wanted most from the show lmao
but this was fun, totally gonna join in this walk down memory lane (i have way more wips than i originally thought)
Pfft okay, so I've got the bare bones notes from this but essentially, I wanted to write a one-shot in which we get all the boys there.
Porchay and Macau are on a couch together, because they demanded to be here and didn't give two shits about their brothers saying no. Pete and Vegas stand together in one corner of the room; Pete didn't know if Vegas would want to be there but Vegas figured that if he couldn't put a bullet through his uncle's head, he'd at least like to be there to see the life drain out from his eyes.
Tankhun has taken up residence on a single armchair, Kim perched delicately on one arm rest. Tankhun looks at ease, but Kim can tell that he's tensed up, by the slight shake in his shoulders, the way he keeps fidgeting with one specific gem on his neon-blue jacket. Kim, for his part, flips a knife between his fingers, his own way of trying to deal with the nerves, although he wishes he weren't nervous. Because he knows that this deserves to happen.
Kinn and Porsche are standing, facing Korn, both quiet, even as Korn watches them with those benevolent eyes of his, pretending that he hasn't fucked up every single life in this room. He's not tied to the chair but he's also not going to move. Every single person in this room is armed and won't hesitate to stab him and pin him to the chair if required (Porchay has a tiny knife that was gifted to him by Kim and Tankhun has a bedazzled one tucked away in his boot: Arm helped him bedazzle it with pink and green Swarovski crystals)
Korn asks who's going to kill him. Kinn says that everyone here has motive to do so but there's someone here with that trumps all of them.
And that's when Nampheung walks into the room, her hair tied to one side the way her husband liked it, her eyes clear and knowing as she walks closer to her step-brother.
Kinn is the one who hands her his gun but she shakes her head. Instead, she pulls out Korn's knife, the same one he'd used for that stupid metaphor about apples and rusting.
Korn doesn't even have the chance to say anything; Namphueng slides the knife clean across his throat in one swipe.
Tankhun twitches and tcches at the blood splatter but other than that he comments to say that that was anti-climatic as fuck. And then says he's hungry.
Namphueng offers to cook and they all saunter off into the sunset to live murderously ever after!
There's a lot of nitpicking and fixing I wanna do to this but yeah... this was an idea I had 🤷🏾♀️♥️
#kinnporsche#kinn theerapanyakul#kinn x porsche#porsche kittisawasd#porchay kittisawasd#kim theerapanyakul#tankhun theerapanyakul#macau theerapanyakul#vegas theerapanyakul#and pete#namphueng#Korn can honestly go fuck hisnelf#fic ask
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Can I hear about Wrong CBT, please? 👉👈
You certainly can! Thank you, dear, and sorry for coming to answer you so belatedly. <3
So there is one version of CBT that Vegas is into, and cognitive-behavioral therapy Ain’t It. In this fic, Korn sends a therapist to talk to Vegas while he’s in the hospital. Vegas does not intend to work through his feelings with anyone, let alone one of his uncle’s spies—but trolling the man does cheer him up considerably.
An excerpt:
The shrink in Macau’s corner chair writes something on his notepad. He has a face like a monk’s, carefully slicked hair, and the kind of wristwatch you can’t afford on a therapist’s salary.
He has the nerve to smile nervously in Vegas’s direction.
Vegas forces a slow breath and draws up a familiar mask. “Pretty thing, aren’t you,” he tosses out, and chases it with, “like if my uncle were twenty years younger.”
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#asks#kinnporsche#fanfiction#truly this fic is mostly an opportunity for vegas to be an ass#and also try to suss out what korn's control over their lives is going to look like post-coup#while slightly doped up on painkillers
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Progression - Chapter 25 Preview
Like his brothers, Kinn has made more of a point to distance himself from his father. He has had to do it more gradually. He has been the heir for almost half his life, and the active head for a little two. His relationship with Pa is different. He may have never been Pa’s favorite - in fact, he suspects that he is likely the lowest ranked in that regard. While Pa had been frustrated by both Khun’s and Kim’s long-term defiance, it earned them a respect that Kinn simply couldn’t obtain. Khun had held that top spot for ages, with his perfect grades, record breaking test scores, precise aim, and a charisma that always worked in his favor, even after his kidnapping and subsequent breakdown. Not bouncing back from that trauma knocked Khun from his top spot of favorite son. But while Khun’s title went to Kinn, his favoritism got passed down to Kim. Kim was still little, yet held more talent in his pinky than Kinn had in his entire body.
Kinn didn't question it much because of that. He had a lot going on in his head, and he is sure the blow ups that happened during that transition year didn’t leave him in Pa’s good graces for a while, especially when Khun was struggling so much after the kidnapping and everything that happened to him during that time. Kinn displaying behaviors on top of that had been unwelcome and likely resented until they stopped. And Kinn made a point of doing that in order to be the perfect son. Sometimes it felt like enough, whenever Pa approved of the changes and praised him. And sometimes, Kinn never felt like he could reach expectations that were never supposed to be set for him in the first place. He has come to understand that they are. He wouldn't have become the head if his position of heir had just been temporary. But even now, he sometimes feels like everything he has done for Pa and their family isn't enough.
Maybe especially now.
“You just haven't been on top of things lately,” Pa says after he explains his decision, the genuine disappointment and questionable concern lacing his tone.
“Business has been good,” Kinn says, “Our stocks and investments are all looking great. We are doing fine-”
“We are plateauing,” Pa cuts in bluntly.
“We’re not,” Kinn tells him, “Just because we aren't currently expanding businesses or taking on new deals and territories, doesn't mean-”
“You and Porsche already decided to step away from the old minor family deals,” Pa continues, “That was enough of a loss. I understand Porsche wanting distance himself from the…less legitimate deals. But they brought in a lot of money that we no longer have.”
Pa being upset about halting their involvement in the weapons trade and the distribution of harder drugs tells him one thing: that Uncle Gun and Vegas had both been telling the truth. That they did the dirtier deals because the major family expected and demanded it. Since Kinn had never demanded it from either of them, he can only assume the demands came from Pa.
“Porsche closed that lucrative deal with the dispensaries,” Kinn tells him, “We are now the sole manufacturers and distributors of marijuana in the country, and it is being sold legally through them.”
That makes him wonder if Pol buys his weed at a dispensary. It would just be easier if he asked Porsche for a bag from the next shipment. It's not something that Kinn should encourage, considering Pol gave a little to Khun at least once, but-
“While that was smart, it is taxed. Products that are available under the law have to be regulated. The products that aren't allow more flexibility because we decide on the regulations. It allows for international trade that is not monitored by the government.”
Kinn purses his lips and looks away, “It also has a history of being more dangerous.”
“We have guards for a reason.”
“And we have lost guards for a reason,” Kinn says, his voice more rough. He doesn't know if pointing that out is a good thing or not. On the one hand, Pa has cared about some of the guards. He has paid for some of their children to go to college, he has let them go with full retirement benefits once they got older, hurt too badly to do everything the job required, or faced psychological repercussions. A few have even been regarded as family by him, Chan being the most recent. He earned a spot in their family plot.
He also ended up in that hole because Pa faked his death and triggered an attack.
“I have actually been meaning to talk to you about the guards,” Pa says, sounding pleasant enough, “I have taken on a couple of my own now that I will be coming out of retirement-”
“Pa, you really don't have to do that,” Kinn says, “Everything is fine and we are safe. We have more money than most do. I don't understand where this is coming from.”
Pa stays silent for a moment and meets his gaze, “You have made questionable decisions. You took three months off-”
“Because Kim was sick, healing, and needed support.”
“And I understand taking those first couple of weeks off to be there for him,” Pa says, his voice gentle, “But you are not his father. I am retired, and Tankhun isn't fit to work. We could have easily handled it without you. I also feel like that amount of time off clouded your ability to effectively do the job. It made you…softer. You lost your edge.”
Kinn doesn't know what to say to that. It just reminds him of that apple analogy Pa gave him when he took that bullet for Porsche. He didn't know what to say back then either.
“The guards don't seem to change their disposition when you walk through a room anymore,” Pa says, “I worried they are losing respect for you.”
“...I don't really think that is it,” Kinn says quietly, “I just think things are…different now. We don't have Uncle Gun coming in and causing tension. Porsche has a good rapport with the guards in both buildings overall, so does Chay-”
“No surprise there,” Pa mutters. Kinn doesn't even know what he means, but he doesn't like Pa’s tone. He lets it go.
“It just…Keeping them safe should be important, especially after what happened,” Kinn says, “We bought the bulletproof vests for everyone despite the lowered risk. But the ones who survived the attack and stayed loyal to us should be reassured that they are valued and cared for.”
“...Sure,” Pa says slowly, “But you have become too casual with a couple of the guards recently. I don't think that's a good idea.”
Kinn swallows and looks away, “I was close with a few guards before what happened to Kim. Before the attack. Big, for instance. We got along really well, and I cared for him.”
Although, not like Big cared for him. Big’s devotion and affection for him was something Kinn purposely never examined too closely. It was only something he really thought about after everything happened and Porsche transitioned into his new role. When it started to bother him and he went to Khun to talk it out, Khun gently but bluntly confirmed his suspicions. He confirmed that Big saved Porsche, all so Kinn wouldn't get his heart shattered again.
While he is so grateful that Big saved Porsche, he wishes it hadn't cost him his life.
They should have had the bulletproof vests before. Why did Pa never provide those for them?
“Your relationship with Big was a lot like my relationship with Chan,” Pa says thoughtfully, “A friendship was present, but the roles were clear. He still served and addressed you formally, as Chan did for me. They both gave their lives for our family’s cause.”
They shouldn’t have had to. But Kinn doesn't say that. He figures Pa probably knows as much anyway, whether he wants to admit it or not.
“However, they have passed, and I am not here to talk about them anyway,” Pa continues, “I was referring to Arm and Pol.”
“What about them?”
“I have heard them refer to you casually recently,” Pa says, “While they have been here for a while, that isn't acceptable. You need to make sure they know that.”
Kinn squirms in his seat, “That would probably be confusing for them, since I told them they could.”
Pa’s expression hardens, “May I ask why?”
“...They're family, Pa,” Kinn says, “They have worked for us for several years, and I knew Arm prior to that. Plus, they are the two guards who actually prefer working for Khun. Previous guards have underminded that position, but not them. They care for him so much and are the closest friends Khun has had in years, considering he struggled with agoraphobia until three years ago. Tay and Time would spend time with him, but-”
“Tay and Time being friends with him is appropriate. Not his guards,” Pa says, “I will admit that his mental health has improved since obtaining Arm and Pol as his guards. I don't think reassigning both is necessary. Pol seems more suited towards a caretaking position, anyway. Having guards such as him is useful if there is an illness in the family, or if you and Porsche decide to have children. Until either occur, I see no need to remove him from your brother’s coverage, and someone experienced with Tankhun’s…challenges should be on his team anyway.”
Kinn breathes out, “Arm is also great with Tankhun. He and Pol make a great team. Pol is good when it comes to empathy and distraction, Arm is good with reasoning and comfort. I think both are suited for him.”
“That may be true, but Arm’s skill set deserves to be utilized elsewhere,” Pa says, “It is very impressive. It was even prior to his recruitment. He should be on one of our teams so it is properly utilized.”
“I disagree,” Kinn says, shaking his head, “I think it's important that he stay with Khun so he is put in less danger. If you were staying retired, then I wouldn't mind the thought of Arm being transferred to your team. But you say you aren't, and he is the guard we should be protecting the most so we don't lose such a valuable employee. Besides, I have offered him a spot on my team in the past. So have you. While he has gone on a lot of missions, provided coverage, and covered plans for security plans and deals, he has declined a permanent spot since he prefers working with Khun.”
“That's why I think the decision needs to be made for him.”
“He is the head guard. We gave him Chan's position. He deserves the first choice on assignments. After everything he has done for us, he deserves to have those choices respected.”
Pa hums, then nods his head thoughtfully, “Maybe under more professional circumstances. But I have a feeling that Arm’s attachment to your brother is not a professional one, nor is your brother’s attachment to him.”
Kinn pauses at that, “What are you talking about?”
“Call it a father’s intuition,” Pa says, then holds up his hands, “I have no solid proof, but some of their more recent actions towards each other is telling me that they are crossing a boundary, one that is in place for multiple reasons. Of course, you have crossed that boundary in the past with Porsche, back when you were sneaking around. But that was different. You are different. If I am right about this and Tankhun is expecting any potential relationship to eventually be treated similarly to yours, then he is mistaken.”
#progression preview#progression spoilers#korn Theerapanyakul#kinn theerapanyakul#armkhun#ArmTankhun#armkhun fic#progression 25#kimchay fic
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i saw you were looking for fic inspo.. lemme preface by saying literally anything jonathan davis x ftm reader. im like desperate, there needs to be more out there for us (T___T)
loose ideas; jd comforts reader while they’re sick or vice versa / maybe they’re high school friends who’ve been into each other for a while - idk im not great at coming up with this stuff but i’m excited to see what you end up writing!
HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️🤯
Dude, this actually fits so perfectly for what I’m going for for my first fanfiction, plus I’m sick right now and this fits perfectly along with me being FTM myself! Thank you very much Anonymous and shall receive for what they asked for :) I admit my fanfic is kind of bad because I’ve never really posted it before,lmao, anyway, I’ll stop yapping (but Ty)❤️
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Jonathan Davis x Sick! FTM Reader
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┃takes place in 1998. Someone snook away from the studio to take care of you and brought some.. toxic waste- I mean, soup to take care of you, ends up in cuddling and fluff <3
┃words: 1209
┃Physical sex: none mentioned!
┃Contains of the following: Coughing, sickness, fluff, a little nsfw (if you squint very hard), overthinking, gender dysphoria, scar mention, use of slurs
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Jonathan opened your door slowly to see if you were awake. You were playing your Game Boy with a smile on your face with some Flyleaf in the background. You had to skip work due to your sickness. You are wearing a no shirt and some boxers lying flat in bed. No one usually sees you like this. You were always wearing hoodies and sweaters with some long pants. You tried your best to fit in, mainly in public too. Luckily, your boyfriend and his bandmates support you. The door creaked open which caught your attention. You looked up to see your boyfriend, Jonathan. You let out a sharp gasp along with some crunchy-ass coughing.
You tried to let out some words but couldn't due to your coughing.
"J-Jonathan wha-" you kept coughing which caused you to sit up in bed. Jon stood awkwardly.
He shut the door behind him holding a plastic container. Something. Jonathan stared at you. He slowly walked over to you standing at a reasonable distance.
"I know I'm supposed to be out at work and shit, but I just wanted to...I don't know. Cheer you up, dude. Couldn't stay in the recording room knowing you were suffering at home. Well.. looks like you're having fun though." he points to your game boy. You let out a weak laugh. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he stared. You blushed deeply but you were already red in the first place because of your stupid Flu and hay fever. "Plus. I made something for you to hopefully cheer you up and make you feel just a little better I guess." He smiled. He was very.VERY proud of himself.
"Yeah.. no." you looked at the plastic container. Looks like something you find at the Chernobyl site.
"Come on, just fucking eat it it’s not that hard, babe." Jonathan glared as he stared at you. You kept staring at the ceiling as you rolled your eyes and coughed. The back of your throat felt like fire from hell itself. It felt raw and a burning sensation filled your throat. You had a raging flu along with hay fever. You scuffed.
"Jonathan, I'm fine. Just.. leave me alone, I don't wanna get you sick." you half lied. All you wanted to do was be alone and not eat the toxic waste that he made. But at the same time, you didn't want him to catch what. Jonathan laughed.
"Nice try man just.. Eat it. Please?" He placed it on the bedside table. Jonathan sat down on your bed, he faked puppy eyes and he put his hands together. In a begging position. God, he was annoying as hell sometimes. But you loved him for that. You admit, it was adorable. you looked at the bedside table at the soup. Before you even opened your mouth Jonathan Blurted out, making you snap out of your thoughts. "Plus, turn this Emo shit off dude. I brought some REAL music for you." He happily pulled out a CD case, opening it to reveal just a plain disk. He ran over to your CD player, taking Fly Leaf out of the CD player to replace it with some "real music" of his. You scuffed and smiled, along with a few annoying ass coughs. Some of his music started to play. He smiled and started to ngid his head, proud of himself. You let out a small laugh, starting to enjoy his company. In your room, trying to make you feel better. Jonathan walked over to you,
"'ll make you a deal, ___, if you at least take a few bites of my soup I'll leave you alone, how about that?" he smiled at you as he grabbed the soup and sat crisscrossed on your guy's bed. You laughed, weakly. Now was your chance, you thought. You grinned
"If.. I ate the soup, could you stay the whole day, perhaps?" you asked. Your face flushed up as he nodded.
"Sure, but Only if you eat it. I spent my whole soul on that." he playfully nudges your leg.
Fuck, he was a sarcastic mother fucker. Again, you loved him for that. You grinned widely as you happily grabbed the soup and spoon that came along with it, opening the container, and going wild on the soup, wasn't as bad as you thought. He kept telling you to slow down. A little while after, he broke the silence as he continued to stare into your eyes. "I hmm.. You're quite a handsome man, ____," he muttered as he scratched his head awkwardly. You would have started to feel better about the situation.
"Thank you, Jonny. I.. really appreciate it." you smiled softly as you set down the soup on the bedside table. Jonathan's face was flustered as shit. You sat on your knees to face him, your cough was slowly weakening, so this wouldn't be as awkward. Jonathan got an idea. He crawled over the top of your bed, laying his back against the headboards. With his legs spread out on the bed. He smiled softly, tapping his thigh.
"Here, if you want you could rest your head on my lap. If you.. Wanted to." he got quiet at the end of his sentence muttering. You smiled and cupped his cheek softly as your hand glided up the back of his head, interlocking your fingers with his dreads.
"If I get you sick, don't blame me." you laughed a little as you looked into his eyes.
"Just come here and fucking kiss me you fag." He said playfully as he placed his hands on your face, pulling you into a passionate but rough kiss. You moaned softly as you placed your hands on his hips, guiding yourself onto his lap. You pull away from the kiss he chuckles as he gives you one last quick kiss.
"Now you're going to get sick." You sorely laughed.
“It's worth it if it means I can be with you," he mutters as he places his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You giggled as you placed your head into the crevice of his neck. Jon placed his arms on your chest, caressing your scars. He mumbled some words into your shoulder and you both held each other in a tight embrace." I love your scars baby. I love how they feel, they fit you too, it makes you look manly." you smiled and let out a few coughs.
"Thank you, Jonny," you mumbled into his ear then wrapped your legs around his waist.
"You're the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, baby. No matter what. I just wanted to tell you that no matter what happens, you can always come to me, baby. If anyone calls you mean shit or even verbally or physically hurts you just.. Come to me or just call them a cunty fag." he laughed light heartedly. You laughed as you held on tighter. "You'll always be my boy, and I love you for who you are." he started to lay down on the bed, dragging you with him. Once you guys fully lay down, he caressed the back of your head letting you fall into a deep sleep on his chest.
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WAZZAP‼️🤯 I understand if this fix was shitty or the grammar wasn’t right, I understand. But I had fun making this!! But I hope you liked it! {=^w^=}
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More fic snippets from my head: Porsche vs Korn? Love to see it!
"Khun Korn, Khun Porsche is here." Chaiya announces. Korn looks up and smiles at Porsche, fatherly and pleased. It makes Porsche's skin crawl.
He walks in past Chaiya who stands quietly in the corner, takes a deep breath and then seems to just stop. Blending into the background. Hmm. He makes a much better bodyguard than Porsche ever did.
Porsche slips open the button on his suit jacket as he approaches Korn who is sitting in his usual place on the roof terrace, a chess board set up in front of him.
"Take a seat," he gestures to the opposing chair. Porsche eyes the seat, then the game before sitting gracefully, back straight, his body communicating displeasure.
"You summoned me, Khun Korn?" He says, the words slithering through his mouth smooth like a serpent in the brush.
"Now, none of that, Porsche, we're practically family. Call me Uncle." Korn replies, the same smile twinkling in his eyes.
Porsche nods but doesn't answer.
"Do you play?" He asks gesturing to the board. Porsche glances down, careful disinterest colouring his features.
"I never had much opportunity to play games in my childhood, though coincidentally books on the subject keep appearing at random intervals in my office," Porsche replies cooly. Korn's smile goes slick.
"How curious. Fancy a game?"
"I'd rather not waste your time with an unworthy opponent."
"You sell yourself short, Porsche," Korn starts, moving a white pawn and then making a corresponding move of a black one. Playing against himself. There is an irony in that that Porsche doesn't even have to look for.
"But that is a problem many seem to have with you, isn't it?" Korn asks. Porsche's eyebrows go up, his face asking the question that he refuses to speak.
Korn shrugs. "I heard you dealt with the issue with the Chanthara's very well. Very creatively even."
Porsche feels his jaw clench and fights to keep the glare off his face. "I did what was asked of me,"
"Nonsense. Your insight into the matter was unparalleled. The solution you came to was… unique."
Korn glances up at him, like he's taking stock of whether his praises are landing. Porsche paints a smile on his face and hopes the expression doesn't seem too forced. He's never been the best at hiding his thoughts, a problem that is rearing its head more and more often these days. He's working on it.
"Creativity serves you well in our line of business. It's something to be nurtured. I don't think Kinn or Vegas could have done what you did."
"Well it helps to have been that poor and desperate. It makes you familiar with what it feels like to break." Porsche replies. His tone must miss the full deference that Korn prefers as he gets a sharp look for his trouble. The look coils a dark pleasure deep inside him. Korn likes to pretend he is the benevolent benefactor in Porsche's life. Like he isn't the main reason for Porsche's suffering. Porsche isn't so forgetful.
"Still, good work deserves a reward. There are certain profitable but troublesome clients that may benefit from your deft hand." Korn replies and Porsche feels his breath freeze in him, that 6th sense that is supremely helpful when he's in a fight tickles down the back of his neck. It feels like prey realizing they've been scented by a predator. Any client Korn would describe as troublesome would be above the minor family. They would be Kinn's to deal with.
"With all due respect, Khun Korn, I think Kinn has a handle on his side of the business. He has after all been doing this much longer than I have." Porsche says carefully.
Korn hums, eyes examining the chess board in front of him. His game has been progressing without Porsche paying attention. A black bishop takes a white knight. There is a small collection of black pieces at the side of the game. White is clearly winning.
"There is no shame in needing help. Do you think Kinn would mind? Why should he, he has been helping you a lot over the last few weeks, has he not?" Korn replies quietly, attention remaining focussed on his board.
Porsche flicks his eyes between Korn and the board, trying to read something from his placid expression. Kinn values his standing in the eyes of this useless spider, he would hate to have Porsche instructed to help him against his will. He's a proud creature and if Porsche knows that, Korn definitely does, so this is either a test for Porsche or an intentional dig at Kinn.
Porsche isn't sure he cares about passing Korn's tests and won't stand for the latter. His response is easy.
"Kinn is nothing if not a problem solver. If he sees utility in any skill of mine all he has to do is ask and it's at his disposal. He knows that already. If he needs me, he has me."
Korn's eyes flash, apparently that wasn't the response he was expecting. He eyes Porsche up and down, expression cooling. It's like he's revised Porsche's IQ up a couple points.
"And that pleases you? Being leashed and collared like that. Existing at his beck and call?" There is derision coloring Korn's voice now, disgust dressed as politeness drips from his teeth as he says the words 'leashed and collared' and with it Porsche finally gets his play.
Porsche isn't dumb enough to think that this whole set up, him as the head of the minor family with Kinn leading the main family, isn't exactly what Korn wanted. He just doesn't know why? Still, if this is all he thinks it takes to get him to turn on Kinn, a few well placed compliments, a promise of power and a dig at his masculinity, well he has another thing coming.
Porsche glances at the board in front of them, pursing his lips in thought. "The last year has been one of the most volatile in my life and I've made a lot of mistakes. I'm a slow learner, I admit, but I do learn." He replies softly, eyes meeting Korn. "Everything works better when Kinn and I trust each other. It has been hard won, I will do nothing to threaten it."
Korn's expression stiffens. He doesn't seem to like when his pieces think for themselves. It emboldens Porsche. He allows his posture to slacken, letting the sexuality that garnered him tips at Hum bar from men and women equally soften his movements.
"As for being collared, as long as it's Kinn holding the leash I'm happy to be brought to heel."
He ignores the small cough from Chaiya at his words, smiling slowly at an irritated Korn from below his lashes. He glances down at the chess board, he's not good at the game, but he has been reading. He moves the white queen, threatening the black king.
"Check."
He holds Korn's gaze. He's going to pay for this, he knows, but he can't bring himself to care. With that Porsche excuses himself. Korn doesn't stop him.
#kinnporsche#kinnporsche fic#kinnporsche the series#porsche kittisawasd#korn theerapanyakul#because i need Korn and Porsche going at it#rebellwrites
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New KimChay Just Dropped
“the face of all the world is changed” chapter 1 now on AO3! It’s another royalty au, please don’t sue me.
Summary:
Korn’s next words destroyed Chay’s lingering vestiges of calm entirely: “He’s been painstakingly trained to uphold the exceptionally high standards of my own personal staff, and I hope his service honors the House of Theerapanyakun.”
The Emperor clapped again, just once, and all the air in the throne room was suddenly sucked out through the open windows.
Because what emerged from between the fluttering material covering the litter was not a tiger cub or a trained bear or a couple of dancers meant to entertain them for the afternoon (as one may have expected from such a theatrical entrance). No, the first thing to appear from between the folded lengths of jewel-toned material was a set of hands.
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Kimhan was the youngest son of House Theerapanyakun, and his conniving, calculating Father wouldn’t have been merciful enough to let him land gently. What use was this whole humiliating experience as a punishment if Kim's new jailer was kind?
#kimchay au#prince porchay kittisawat#servant kimhan theerapanyakun#sort of???#there's political stuff happening but it's mostly an excuse for plot#korn is a dick#as per usual#don't worry we'll murder him#kimchay fanfic#kimchay fic#CHAY IS THE TERRIFIED BIRTHDAY BOY AND KIM IS HIS SUSPICIOUS PRESENT#that's literally the plot#please leave comments i'm fucking begging
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ROOMMATES - Pt 2
(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)
18+ !!!!!!!
warning: substance use, lots of swearing, sexual tension, general faggotry
The morning following your tender night with Jon, you were awoken by the feeling of him unconciously slinging his leg over you. You were completely entangled in his grasp; arms clasped around your chest, leg slung over yours, the sound of his soft snores against the back of your head. Entrapped, yet you didn’t mind one bit. You were beaming uncontrollably before you were even fully concious. It felt so good to know someone you liked so much felt the same way about you. You laid in his clutches for a few extra minuets until the heat from his body and the blankets became a bit too much, causing you to try your best to inch away without waking him. The moment you slipped out from his arms, he whined drowsily.
“Mmm, no…” he groaned out in a sleepy, raspy voice. Eyes still closed. “Come back.”
You let out a light chuckle, turning toward him to see him sprawled out and half asleep still. His long, thin limbs outstretched toward you in an awkward position. “Sleep… please, Y/N.…” He muttered out. He looks so fucking cute. You couldn’t stop staring at him. His chest hair poking out of the top of the blanket, dreads messily encompassing his face, his stubble coming through.
“I want to, Jon… but I think you’re forgetting you have rehearsal today. Remember? I uh, wanted to tag along this time.”
He perked up a little and rolled onto his stomach groggily, holding his chin up with his hand and opening his eyes to look at you. A sliver of light that shone in through a broken blind lit his tired eyes up and made them appear like they were almost sparkling. It gave you butterflies to be making eye contact. You just found him to be so beautiful; and now you can allow yourself to express it as such. Leaning over the bed, you planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
“You’re finally gonna come?” He grinned showcasing his signature crooked teeth.
“Mhm. I’ve wanted to since you brought it up, I just never went ‘cause I didn’t wanna seem annoying.” You went over to your closet and started shifting through clothes, trying to find something subtly cool enough to impress his bandmates. He sighed, upset slightly that you would’ve ever thought he’d find you annoying.
“Anyways, it’s already like, two. I dunno what time-“
“Oh shit!” Jon sprung up clumsily and shoved his face into the clock on your dresser. “Fuck, okay, get dressed quick. We gotta bounce ASAP.”
He zipped past you and into the living room where his things were to throw on some random articles of clothing. You could hear him cursing under his breath from your room while you got changed. It was stressing you out a bit. Jonathan hadn't particularly struck you to be the most punctual guy. You grabbed your wallet and keys before walking out into the living room to catch up with him. With a death grip on your wrist, he pulled you outside and to his car. On the drive there, he was rambling about the songs they were writing, his bandmates and how they met, breaking down their personalities for you so you weren’t thrown for a loop. He was clearly teeming with nervous excitement to finally have you witness him sing with his band.
“Do you think your friends will like me?” You quietly asked, bouncing your leg with anxiety.
“Of course they fuckin’ will! ‘Cause I like you.” He raised his eyebrows and smiled at you, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to reassure you. “You’re likable… and cool. If anything, I’m more worried that you won’t like them.” He came to a harsh break at a stop sign and turned toward you, a soft and sympathetic expression on his face. “You’re gonna do fine. I know you get anxious about social stuff, but I promise. They’re just a couple ah weird dudes. It’ll be like chillin with a bunch of monkeys that play instruments and drink beer.” He beat his chest and howled like an ape to make you laugh; it worked.
For the remainder of the car ride, he held your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. Initially you were hesitant to be the one to grab his hand, but he shamelessly snatched yours up once he saw your fingers twitch. The sweaty palms didn’t deter him from wanting to keep your fingers laced as long as possible. The two of you pulled up into the driveway of a relatively small home. The garage was wide open, revealing three men sitting in a circle drinking beers around various instruments. The one who had a series of braids sticking out of his head stood up and waved cartoonishly with both arms.
“JOOOON! YOU’RE LATE, BITCH!” He ran up to the car and beat on the drivers’ side window. Jon turned toward you, quickly uttering “That’s Brian” before opening up the car door and embracing his friend. You felt your heart rate increase at the thought of interacting with a new group of people. All you could do is stand by the car and silently observe. They briefly caught up and exchanged friendly banter. You were trying to learn their names through the conversation.
“Where’s Fieldy, ya’ll?” Jon questioned.
“Muthafuckin’ late again of course.” The one Jon had referred to as David responded, a wide cheeky grin on his face. Jon was so stressed out about being late, but the guys didn’t really seem to care nearly as much as he did.
“It’s cool, we’ve just been cracking into the beers he left last sesh until you guys showed up. Here.” The one with dreads slurred out, handing a beer to Jon. “Hey man, want one?” He gestured toward you, holding a can and smiling sweetly. It snapped you out of your silent observation and you walked toward him, forcing a smile on your face as you grabbed it. “Thanks brother, I appreciate it.”
“No prob man. Names’ James, but you can call me Munky.” He drunkenly fist bumped the hand you had clasped over your beer. “That goofy motherfucker is Head, and that’s David.” He pointed to his friends who both enthusiastically waved at you. Jon was smiling uncontrollably as he pulled up a chair behind you for you to sit in and join.
“Cool. M’ names Y/N. It’s dope to finally meet you guys.” You nodded your head and cracked your beer open, taking a seat. Jonathan sat on the ground criss cross between you and Head.
“We know. Jon talks about you like, a lot. Woulda assumed he was tuggin’ on your nuts behind the scenes.-”
“Oh yeah, we go at it fuckin’ hard.” Jon smacked Heads’ shin making a goofy expression. “Shut the hell up before I tug your nuts.” You couldn’t suppress the heat in your face. It was really cute that Jon talked about you so much to his closest friends. You laughed awkwardly and took a sip of your beer, patting Jons head. He threw his head back and looked up at you. “See? A bunch of fuckin’ morons.” He slyly winked.
For the next forty five minuets until Fieldy arrived, the boys made a conscious effort to make you feel comfortable. They talked about their instruments, tattoos, cracked jokes and tried to make you laugh as much as they could. A couple beers in and you found yourself feeling significantly more comfortable then expected. They really made you feel like part of the group and seemed to enjoy your company despite your somewhat reserved nature. Jon was beaming with excitement every time you commented, laughed or interjected. You had learned how they came to be a band and their first impressions of Jon; listening to them reminisce was really sweet and intriguing. It only made you want to learn more about Jonathan and his life.
Once Fieldy arrived - and got pelted with empty beer bottles due to being ridiculously late - he introduced himself to you before they got fully set up to play. You sat on a foldout chair in the driveway, your fourth beer in your hand as you watched them scramble to their respective spots. Before you knew it, you were deeply enveloped in music you had never heard before. You had no idea Jon was capable of projecting his voice and creating the sounds he was making. The emotion on his face and the way he moved and danced while singing sent waves of shivers down your body. Peeling your eyes away for even a second wasn’t an option. In fact, the whole band had your attention in a chokehold. It felt like a new world had opened up for you. Even when they would stop in the middle of a note and have a technical discussion, dick around or try to figure something out, it was beyond intriguing to listen to and watch. Every now and then before he’d start singing, Jon would nod at you to make sure you were doing okay. You were more than okay.
They played a total of 7 songs, each at least twice. It was mesmerizing. You caught yourself with a gaping mouth more than a couple of times. The boys wrapped things up and all shuffled over to you to ask your opinions. You could barely get your thoughts to come out as words in your half drunken, completely awestruck state, but did your best in showering them with compliments. You got a hug from Munky, Fieldy and Head and an honorary fist bump from David after they had invited you to come back to the next rehearsal. Jon said his goodbyes to his friends and you guys dipped with a pack of warm beer and a tightly packed joint that Fieldy sent the both of you off with. You hopped in the passenger seat of the car, and waved goodbye to the band; both of you a little bit intoxicated. The second Jon pulled out of the driveway, he turned to you with a hopeful smile.
“Now that it’s just us… what’d you think? Like honestly?”
“Dude, I think you’re fucking amazing. I think I’m your biggest fucking fan now.”
He snickered somewhat timidly. “Really? That means a lot coming from you.” Jon snuck a quick glance of admiration at you, fighting back a toothy grin. “Can I maybe get a kiss for doing so good?”
“You can get a million kisses!” You leaned over the center console in his car and left a series of quick kisses all over his cheek, causing him to giggle. He turned his head for a brief moment at a stop sign and your lips impacted each other sweetly. The two of you turning hot in the face, his cheeks bright red.
“We oughta crack into these beers and this mothafuckin’ joint when we get back to the apartment.” Jon excitedly mentioned. You felt eager, yet a little anxious to get high with him now that your feelings were out in the open. For the rest of the short lived car ride, you rested your hand on his thigh while you had lighthearted conversation. Every now and then giving a squeeze when he’d come up a bit too fast at a stop light, or make a harsh turn. It’s almost as if he started doing it intentionally at one point just to feel your grip tighten on him just a little bit.
Arriving at the apartment felt relieving after a long day of socializing with new people. The pressure you felt for the last few hours started to melt away a bit once you glanced around. Realizing you were home alone with the man you had deep feelings for and were getting progressively more comfortable around with every day. Jon pulled two lukewarm beers out of the pack and handed you one, fumbling with the joint in his pocket. He grabbed your free hand and started pulling you toward the balcony door; clearly very eager to get crossfaded together. The two of you sat down on the cruddy chairs, the sun beginning to set as orange light shone on your faces.
“Ready to get fucked up?” He toothily smiled, flicking the lighter you had left on the ground outside and taking the first deep inhale. You couldn’t help but smile, observing how attractive he looked blowing out the smoke. You shifted your seat closer to him so your knees were slotted in between each other. He raised the joint up to your lips and lit the end, prompting you to breathe in a hardy hit. You leaned your head back as you exhaled above you. Your head dropped down again and your eyes met with Jons’. He was staring at you with a soft gaze of adoration.
“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ handsome.” He took another hit of the joint. “It blows my mothafuckin’ mind.” He once again pressed the still lit joint to your lips, simultaneously taking a swig of his beer. A grin spread across your face as you remained locking eyes with him, taking a drawn out hit; a bit bigger then you anticipated, actually.
“Says you. You’re fucking beautiful.” You accidentally exhaled smoke into his face making him squint slightly, but not lessening his smile. He put his hand up to your cheek softly and caressed it with his thumb. His eyes darting between your pupils and your lips. The two of you already feeling yourselves getting gradually more intoxicated as the beer and weed intertwined in your systems. You couldn’t tell if your comment had gotten tears to well in his eyes or if they were already starting to glaze over.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Very beautiful. I’ve thought so since you first bumbled into my apartment.”
He couldn’t help but lean fully forward, closing in the last few inches between your faces. Smashing his lips into yours lovingly, he moved his other hand up to your cheek as he held your head gently. Your own hands found his knees as he barely gave you time to breathe before pulling away from your passionate kiss. There were definitely tears in his eyes.
“That means a lot to me, Y/N. You mean a lot to me.” Jons’ voice cracked out, your face still resting in his hands.
“You mean a lot to me too. You make me feel so normal.” You sighed, lightly dragging your fingers along his knee. “Jon… thank you for accepting me.”
“Accepting you? Man, I hit the fuckin’ jackpot!”
You both laughed as you lightly slapped his thigh, him leaning in to give you more kisses, occasionally nibbling on your bottom lip. The taste of smoke and your beers mixing in a comforting way, sending firecrackers and fast heartbeats through both of you. Before you knew it, you had finished almost the whole joint together. Talking about your feelings and attraction through the hits you were taking, giving each other soft kisses and light touches.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever actually liked a guy this much.” Jons’ eyes were totally bloodshot as he gazed into yours. “It feels so weird. Not like a bad weird, just a different weird… like, I wanna know every part of you.” He paused for a moment before moving his hand down from your upper thigh to your knee. “Not like that. Well, yeah, like that, but not just like that. Don’t get it twisted, I definitely want that… Just- Should I stop talking? I sound like a fuckin’ pervert now.”
He slapped himself in the forehead which prompted you to burst out laughing. He giggled in response, relieved that he hadn’t creeped you out, but obviously feeling mildly embarrassed. You reached a hand out to peel it away from his red face.
“You’re fine. I know what you mean…” you wrapped his fingers in yours, squeezing his hand lightly to reassure him.
“I don’t think I’ve liked a guy this much either. In fact, I don’t really think I’ve liked anyone this much. So it is kinda weird, but I dig the weirdness.” You leaned forward kissing him on the lips swiftly. “… and for the record, I wanna know every part of you, too. Both in the innocent, sweet, deep secrets sorta way and, like- well, the other way. How could I not?” You glanced down for a moment attempting to hide your expression from him. It wasn’t often at all that you talked about your feelings with people. You had probably spoke more about yourself and the inner workings of your mind with Jonathan in the last month then you had with anyone your whole life. It was a much needed change. He was sensitive and empathetic. Easy to talk to, whether the conversation was serious or stupid.
“That definitely makes me feel better.” He stuttered out; his voice cracking a little bit. Jon moved his hand back up to your thigh and squeezed softly, biting his lip. “I really really like you, Y/N.”
“I really really like you too, Jonathan.” You placed your hand on his and leaned in to kiss him. It very rapidly went from a sweet, soft kiss to getting rougher in nature. He was soon biting at your lips and pushing at your teeth with his tongue. His hand rubbing your thigh as he pushed his knee in closer to your crotch, your legs fitting together like puzzle pieces. He had his other hand running through your hair sweetly, lightly tugging a few strands each time you’d bite his lips back or let a soft noise out into his mouth. Your own hands were weaving through his dreads, curling them through your fingers and pulling his head toward your own. The two of you had completely lost track of time as you passionately made out and caressed each other for hours. Getting progressively more desperate for each other, but taking it slowly regardless. Pulling away for a much needed breath, you shifted your glance at the night sky; leaving Jonathan panting and resting his head against the nape of your neck.
“How long have we been out here?”
“I have no fuckin’ idea. Can we keep kissing again?” Jon bit at your neck in a needy manor and ran his fingers up your back, giving you goosebumps. Your hands still gingerly holding and petting his hair. “Please?”
Placing a kiss on top of his head, you sighed out; “I have work tomorrow, bubs. I gotta be up early.” Disappointment prevalent in your voice. Your high had began to come down quite a bit ago and your exhaustion and realization started to kick in once you noticed the darkness outside. Jon bit your neck with a bit more force, making you jump a little in your seat.
“Fuck work, when I’m famous you won’t need it no more.”
“I know. Until then though, we need to afford rent. Come on, you big baby.” You snickered and tried to stand up, to which he limply collapsed onto your lap, trapping your body down. You couldn’t stop from giggling wildly at his childish behavior. It was one of the stupid little things about Jon that you found so endearing. Somehow, you managed to stand up, finally getting him to lazily rise to his feet. You caught yourself looking up at him. It was easy to forget he was taller then you. Planting another quick kiss on your lips, you grabbed his hand and led him into your room, eager to lay down. Looking at the time on the clock felt of very little importance.
“I can sleep in here with you again?”
“Dur.”
Jon swiftly stripped to his boxers and collapsed onto the bed as you followed suit. The two of you excitedly covered yourselves with blankets and scooted in close to one another. Something you had learned very quickly, even before discussing your feelings with each other, was that Jons’ love language was physical touch. He always had to have his hands or fingers on you, his head resting on your shoulder, your legs on him, his arms around you, and so on. Now that your mutual feelings were out in the open, he had already gotten significantly more touchy. He pulled you close to him, enveloping you in the feeling of his body hair tickling your bare skin and the warm embrace of his arms around you. You decided in the moment it would be best to ignore his boner pressing against you, though it was making you feel distractingly hot. Jon’s fingers were playing with your happy trail, tickling you slightly.
“I like your hair…” he breathily whispered in your ear, giving you chills. “You’re such a pretty boy.”
“Thank you…” A wide, sleepy grin plastered across your face with his words. You wanted to flip around and kiss him so fucking bad, but were too comfortable. “I like your everything.”
“I like your everything.”
Despite your mutual frustration, it didn’t take long for the pair of you to fall asleep. Jon nodded off first, caressing your skin with his fingers until the sound of his soft snores hit your ears. Shortly thereafter, once again trapped in his clutches, you had no choice but to fall asleep in his arms as well.
The night was quiet and peaceful. The two of you had shifted around in your sleep a few times so you were no longer wrapped in Jons’ arms. It had been only a couple of short hours before the sound of a faint squeak had awoken you. You remained half asleep, facing the wall of your bedroom until your eyes shot open with a sound you weren't at all anticipating. You froze, eyes wide, trying to figure out the noises your ears were registering.
#jonathan davis x reader#jonathan davis x transmasc reader#jonathan davis x ftm reader#jonathan davis fic#jonathan davis#korn fic#bawltongue writes#roommates#fic
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Just some head x reader fluff like her panicking about him not loving her and head comforting the reader yk
This sounds so cute of course
Summary: you’re afraid that Brian doesn’t like you but he reassures you
WARNINGS: just fluff with bri cuz he needs some love, also this takes place around his buzz cut era
You and Brian met in the begging of Highschool, from the moment you two became friends you fell for him, hard. He would always tell you about his new friends and his band L.A.P.D which at the time stood for “love and peace dude” but was later changed to “laughing as people die” you meet his friends, fieldy, munky, and David. You admired his long brown hair and was a bit sad that when Highschool ended he shaved it off
One day Brian told you about the band he formed “Y/N! Guess what!! I made a Band” head excitedly jumped around, you smiled at him, you loved seeing him happy “that’s great!! What’s it called?” You wanted to know more about this band that he formed, he was always a goofball even when you too graduated Highschool together “korn! With a k, I’m gonna bring you to meet them! You already know 3 of them” your mind started wondering about who the 3 people could be, munky? Maybe you didn’t know
A couple days had passed after that conversation and head invited you to the recording studio, he had called you over the phone to tell you
"So Y/N, do you wanna come over to our studio? Me and the guys are gonna start to record our first album” heads voice was happy to tell you all about his band
“Really? You sure? I don’t want to be a bother to everyone” you twisted your hair with your fingers, you really didn’t want to bother them
“Of course not! The guys will love you, I’ll pick you up in an hour” you caved in and agreed to go to his studio
You laid in bed thinking about what you were gonna do once you got there, you didn’t think he likes you back, he’s never shown interest in you, and he recently broke up with his girlfriend so you for sure thought he didn’t think of you that way. About an hour later you heard a knock at your door, you ran downstairs to answer the door, there was Brian smiling and waiting for you “hey bri! let me just get my bag” he nodded as you reached over for your bag. You took your bag and headed out with Brian, he opened the door the that passenger seat for you and you hopped in while he got into the other side.
After about 20 minutes you and him finally arrived at the studio, you clenched your bag with doubt, Brian noticed how nervous you were “hey, it’s fine” Brian put his hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze "I promise" he looked deep into your eyes, the kinda look at you couldn’t look away but you wanted to badly to look away from his gaze. The two of you walked in and you saw 4 guys holding instruments “hey guys!” Brian waved at them, they all looked over, you did recognize them! Well at least 3 of them, munky, fieldy, and David, you had no idea who the other guy was “hey head! Is this your girlfriend?” The guy you didn’t know called you Brian’s girlfriend!!! You’re face girl hot and very visible blush ran across your face “no Jon, this is my friend Y/N, I invited her here to hear us record our album” the guy nodded his head “this is my friend and our lead singer for our band Jonathan” he had a little smile on his face, which was kinda cute “hi Jonathan” you shyly said to the guy you didn’t know
“Hey it’s nice to meet you” Jonathan had a nice voice, you couldn’t wait to hear his music “oh yeah! I wanna show Y/N our demo song blind" the other guys agreed and he started playing it on the computer they used. The song started playing with the cymbals on then drums and later the guitar came on to make an eerie sound, it’s not at all what you expected when Jonathan voice rang out with ‘are you ready?’. The song ending and Brian looked at you excitedly “so what do you think?” You looked over at Brian “it’s not at all what I expected but it’s something I’ve never heard before…… I really like it” Brian had his signature big dumb smile on his face and was happy that you liked it
After they finished practising they decided to start drinking, you’ve never seen a group of people drink so much quite like the band Korn, they were all drunk and being loud and annoying. You didn’t really like being around drunk people so you told Brian you were gonna leave to go outside and you’ll be right back. You went outside and turned to the side of the building and just sat down on the floor
You just sat there with nothing but your thoughts when all of a sudden you heard footsteps coming towards you, you jumped and got scared but you calmed down when you saw it was Brian “hey Y/N, sorry about those guys, I know you don’t like being around drunk people” Brian walked over and sat down next to you “you know a lot about me bri” you giggle and put your head on his shoulder “thanks Brian for always thinking about me” Brian chuckled “why wouldn’t I?” You smiled and you’d heart started fluttering “Brian, can I tell you something?” You decide that this was the perfect time to tell him how you felt “yeah go ahead” you took a deep breath before you talked again “Brian I…. I have really liked you for a long time now, and I mean love. You make me so happy and I always look forward to seeing you everyday, I miss you when you’re not around and you always make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world” you finished your confession and looked at Brian waiting for him to say something
When you looked at him you saw shock on his face and his mouth slightly open, you started panicking afraid that he won’t feel the same abs that now she ruined her relationship with him “shit, I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do this- fuck sorry I’ll leave” you ruined your relationship with him, like you always do “wait!” Brian grabbed your hand before you could turn around to walk away, you sat back down and looked at him with tears starting to from in your eyes “I love you too, I really do, you always were there for me when I needed it and you’re such a good friend to me, I don’t know what I did to deserve you” you couldn’t hold back your tears as you looked down, you felt Brian’s hands tilt your head up “don’t cry Y/N I love you” he wipes away your tears with his thumb and holds your face, he pulls you in for a tight hug as you bury your face in his chest and hug him “I love you so much Y/N, you’ll never know how much” he hugs you even tighter as your tears are coming to a stop on his chest
You pull away and noticed that the spot you’ve been hugging him is wet from your tears “I’m sorry…” he looked at you confused “for what?” You pointed at the wet stop on his shirt and he looked down “please don’t worry about that, it’s nothing” he holds your face once more wiping away your tears, slowly he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, you smile against his lips as your tears come to an end “I love you so much bri" you hug him once more as he holds you tight
#korn#jonathan davis#james munky shaffer#brian head welch#Brian head Welch x reader#I love Brian and I love this fic#thank you guys for all the support that you have given me on my last fanfic :) especially to you guys who comment and repost my stuff#It means a lot to me#I just love Brian and I couldn’t turn down this fanfic
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Mind-reader!Kinn AU thoughts
I just randomly remembered this convo I had with @clandestinegardenias like two months ago (back when I was working on my little vampire!Kinn oneshot) about how Kinnporsche is basically a Twilight AU, which then led into us losing our minds over the idea of the cast having those random special abilities like the Twilight vampires. Since Kinn is obvs Edward, that would make his superpower MIND-READING of all things.
And that’s so !!!!! Because can you imagine Kinn as a mind reader, running this mafia empire with the added ability (which only a handful of people know about) to read the minds of everyone in meetings, to find out who’s planning to cross him, who’s working with his enemies, the second he hears their thoughts. He’d be unstoppable, even more badass, and probably even more of an asshole. (Vegas aka Jacob obv would HATE it bc his special ability is like…growing fur or whatever)
Since Kinn is Edward, that makes Porsche Bella, right? And her special power is this mind shield thing where nobody can get inside her head, including Edward. She’s the only person whose thoughts he can’t read. So imagine how frustrated and intrigued Kinn would be, stumbling across this hot bartender, being so confused that he can’t read Porsche’s thoughts when it’s never happened before. He’s leaned on his telepathy for his whole life to the point that he has even fewer communication skills than in canon, so he’s absolute shit at reading Porsche’s expressions and body language and gauging his feelings, even as he starts falling for him.
But on the flip side, to sprinkle in some agony, Kinn being a mind reader means he can also feel all the fear and anger and horror and sadness constantly surrounding him and thanks to his dad he's been forced to just LIVE with that. He's gotten so used to sitting calm and nonchalant while watching people get beaten up, tortured, killed, etc in front of him, all the while feeling everything they're feeling, knowing their last thoughts. And every time he kills someone, it's like experiencing the death himself. He lives his whole life that way, not even realizing how massively fucked up and traumatized it's made him until here comes this person, this ONE person, who's totally immune to his ability. For once when he looks at him, all he feels is blessed SILENCE, and it's such a relief on the one hand, but terrifying on the other, bc how can he trust Porsche without knowing his thoughts and feelings? How can he possibly love the one person who could betray him, lie to him, leave him, without Kinn ever seeing it coming?
And maybe Tawan just made that fear and mistrust even worse because Kinn could read his mind and still didn’t realize he was being played, because he was naive enough to tell Tawan about his ability early on and so Tawan learned how to hide his thoughts (prob with Vegas’s help). Kinn would never trust anyone after that, but especially not himself, and the idea of putting his heart in the hands of someone like Porsche without even the imperfect protection of reading his mind would be utterly terrifying.
But he chooses to love Porsche anyway, knowing it could ruin him, knowing it’s like Achilles baring his heel for the arrow, knowing it could end in a Judas kiss. He loves Porsche enough to take a gambit, even if it breaks his heart.
So anyway I feel very fine and normal about all of that actually
#also Tankhun is Alice and Kim is Jasper (except they’re not dating and Kim wasn’t a fking confederate soldier ew)#Korn would be Carlisle but subtly evil this round#Macau is Seth#Pete is…oh fuck…..RENESMEE????? fucks sake#kinnporsche#fic prompt#twilight au#no but I’m serious somebody write this#not even the vampire part necessarily but the special abilities stuff is so 😭 the angsty potential
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In my head, Porsche and Vegas rule the minor family together. Cause yes Porsche is smart and determined but no way he can just do the role without issues.
I think he tried it alone for a couple of months with Kinns encouragement but damnit he’s just a guy who wasn’t trained in any of this and messaging his boyfriend for help everyday is getting embarrassing.
So he calls up Pete and extends an olive branch. (“Listen I know Vegas probably wants nothing to do with this but he knows more about this shit than I do.” -P)
So Vegas shows up, and helps (probably has hundreds of ulterior motives). Porsche is just so fucking relieved because he wasn’t raised in the mob (he was kinda yanked in one day after work)
The whole ‘rule the minor family’ thing was likely a test by Korn to make Porsche feel like shit and want to leave. But everyone he talks to tells him that “yes it’s definitely a test dude, He doesn’t like you.”
And while Porsche and Vegas don’t like each other all that much, they both fucking hate Korn. (“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, yk?” -V “What did you say to me🤨” -P)
So they’re begrudgingly allies and eventually kinda become friends. Because they’re in the same place nearly 7 hours a day and it’s easier to be chill than constantly passive aggressive.
Korn absolutely Hates how well the Minor Family is doing. Because with Porsche and Vegas splitting the work everything gets done quicker and things run smoother.
#kinnporsche the series#kpts#kinnporsche#vegas theerapanyakul#porsche pachara#porsche kittisawasd#they’re reluctant friends#i will most definitely write a fic about this#I haven’t even finished the series but I have tons of AUs in mind#korn theerapanyakul#somnas.rambles#somnas.watches
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not a hero, just a boy who had to sing this song - BrotherSnackariah - รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Almost 2 years late but I have some time to continue this story now!
#Kim#Kinnporsche#kim theerapanyakul#kpts#Kinnporsche the series#KimTae#KimChay#Kim and Kinn#Kim and Tankhun#Kim and Korn#my fics#kinnporsche fanfic
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