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Sweet Dreams
Short VegasPete fic, posted as a twitfic and edited a little for Tumblr. Fluff, rated T. 764 words.
At first, sharing a bed was weird, Pete thought. He'd never shared a bed with anyone before Vegas. He'd always slept in twin beds on his own. Perhaps he'd shared a bed briefly, once or twice, on accident, or by necessity. But never ongoing.
But the first night after Vegas woke in the hospital, when Vegas looked at Pete and asked him to climb in bed with him, Pete couldn't say no. And though it was a little weird at first, he gradually relaxed into it.
Now, months later, he couldn't imagine sleeping alone. Couldn't imagine not waking up next to Vegas each morning, and falling asleep with him each night. Those silent moments where they could just hold each other, moments from sleep or waking - they were precious to him.
And to Vegas, too, he could tell. Because Vegas almost always insisted on sleeping curled up around him, somehow. Pete holding him, or the other way around, the two of them touching, even while asleep. Sometimes, Pete woke up with Vegas entirely on top of him, cheek on his chest, sleeping peacefully, and it was one of the best things Pete had ever experienced.
Sometimes, Vegas even napped on him. It was something he'd taken to lately, laying on the couch with his head in Pete's lap and nodding off as Pete played with his hair and read a book, or watched TV. Pete loved him, loved the intimate, soft feeling of knowing Vegas felt safe enough with him to fall so deeply asleep. So even if sometimes Vegas slept so long that Pete's legs cramped up, he'd never complain, or even think about moving. Vegas was too soft and precious for that.
That's where they were on a Friday afternoon when Macau came back from school. Vegas with his head in Pete's lap, asleep, Pete playing with his hair absently with one hand, a book in the other. He glanced up as he heard the front door open and shot Macau a smile and a shushing gesture.
Macau looked blank as he slipped off his shoes, then walked over, expression going oddly soft as he took in the sight of Vegas asleep on the couch. "Oh," he said softly and Pete nodded and smiled. Vegas didn't stir, so he was deeply asleep. Pete kept petting his hair, valuing this soft little moment so much.
Macau didn't go to his room, though, and Pete shot him a questioning glance and blinked as he took on the soft, almost emotional expression on Macau's face as he looked at his older brother on the couch.
"What is it?"
Macau's expression was still watery as he looked at at Pete again. He stepped closer and leaned down so he could speak softly, whispering, "Hia always had nightmares before."
That made Pete blink. Nightmares? Vegas had never had nightmares since they'd shared a bed.
"Really?"
Macau nodded, looking a little sad. "He'd wake up screaming and be up half the night, pacing around. It made him tired and stressed… and he's not like that anymore. Not since you."
Pete's lips parted in surprise, and he glanced down at Vegas' sleeping face in his lap. He looked so peaceful, there, asleep, breathing long and even, no sign of distress on his face. "I had no idea," whispered Pete.
"I think he feels safe around you," murmured Macau, and Pete glanced back to find the younger boy looking soft again, gaze on his older brother's face. Then he glanced up at Pete. "Thank you, P'."
Pete swallowed, throat feeling tight, then offered Macau a small smile. "You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything."
"I know. But you changed everything, anyway." Macau sighed, then straightened up before murmuring, "I'm going to do homework. Let him sleep a bit more before we make dinner."
"Yeah, okay. I will." Macau walked away and Pete dropped his gaze down to Vegas' face again. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered softly.
Vegas didn't stir, breathing still long and even. It made Pete let out a soft, sad, but also contented little sigh, then pick up his book again. Vegas hid a lot of things from him, but that was okay in this case. After all, the nightmares were in the past now.
And if he felt safe enough around Pete to sleep soundly, then Pete would make sure Vegas never slept alone again.
With that thought in mind, he turned his attention back to his book and kept petting his fingers through Vegas' hair, leaving Vegas to his sweet dreams.
#yeah I wrote two separate twitfics about Vegas sleeping peacefully with Pete#look I just love them okay#I want Vegas to have his soft moments and feel safe and Pete get to appreciate it#I love them so much#vegaspete#vegas/pete#vegas x pete#vegas kinnporsche#vegas theerapanyakul#pete kinnporsche#pete saengtham#vegaspete fic#vegaspete fanfic#kpts
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In diamonds and leather
Fandom: Kinnporsche the series (2022)
Pairing: VegasPete
Warnings/Tags: Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy AU, older!Vegas, younger!Pete, businessman!Vegas, college student!Pete, Dom/sub
Been feeling a great need for a Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy AU for VegasPete but since there doesn’t seem to be any and I’ve had this rattling around my brain for months, here’s a lil’ preview snippet. Might make it into an actual fic one day, who knows. For now, hope y’all will enjoy this small thing 💗
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At thirty years old, Vegas is pretty sure most would say he has it all.
Lucrative business in luxury markets earning him more than he could ever spend? Certainly. A sprawling penthouse at the top floor with the overview of the city some would kill for? Hm, yes, the view is nice, that he can admit. A wardrobe full of silk shirts, suits tailored to perfection, italian leather shoes and watches glinting gold in the light? He should probably get rid of half of them, to be honest. Expensive cars and sleek bikes he’s imported himself? Probably one too many than he should be keeping, but the speed and freedom they give him are one of the only joys Vegas still has left in life because:
What’s even the point?
His father is long dead and buried, no longer a whip of disgust and derision over Vegas’ back and bruised face, no longer sneering over every aspect of his life and chasing him from one deal to another until he barely had any time or will to live for himself. So long he’s lived under his father’s orders, so long he’s lived only to take care of his little brother, but now Gun is dead and Macau’s safe and happy in university, living on his own and surrounded by friends, and Vegas? With his thriving businesses, his expensive clothes, fast bikes and more money than he knows what to do with? Well...
At the end of the day, as he sits down in his favorite armchair after hours full of taking care of his various businesses, as he looks over the city, Vegas can’t help the questions creeping over his mind, relentless and bleak. What now? What’s the point? You have it all and you’re not doing anything with it. You should be ashamed of yourself. No drive, no ambition, not knowing what to do with yourself. How can you even look at yourself in the mirror? Pathetic. More often than not a note of his father’s sneer sneaking through the disembodied voice of his thoughts. And it’s the pitiful truth, unfortunately.
Somewhere along the time of his newfound freedom, Vegas found a carved out void behind his ribs, echoing and endless in its numbness. No amount of too-fast bike rides, of throwing away money at random charities, of high-end balls and lucrative deals could ever even attempt to fill it, not even sex he used to find reprieve in proved successful.
Long gone are days when he went out to pick up random twinks at clubs with music loud enough to drown out his thoughts — they’re too loud now, setting his teeth on edge, the young things too eager and shallow, the sex barely a spark hot enough to do it for him. Even the times he decides to take a sub at one of the few BDSM places he sometimes visits leaves him feeling more hollow than fulfilled in the mornings. It barely scratches the itch that manages to rear its head from time to time — the need to see a pretty boy ruined under his palms. It’s nice, the moment it happens, but then the void howls behind his sternum and his jaw aches from the force he clenches it with, a traitorous whisper of what’s the point? bouncing inside his skull. Vegas doesn’t have the answer and the rope he’s threading is quickly coming to an abrupt end.
Then it comes, from the most unexpected place Vegas couldn’t have ever predicted.
An app. A simple message.
A struggling college student with big dreams and sunshine smile.
Soft-cheeked, with barely any experience and melting under Vegas’ hands like he’s been made for it, made for Vegas. For him and him only. And Vegas shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t.
It’s not about money, he could shower the pretty boy with far more than he’d ever need and still not make a dent in his account. It’s not about chemistry too, because to be frank, it actually sparks way too high and bright between them. And it’s not for the lack of time either — at this point in his life, Vegas has more of it than he has responsibilities on most days. The thing is—
Vegas is not suited to take on a fresh sub. To train someone completely new to kink in the way he prefers his partners. He has no experience with that, always took on twinks either versed in the lifestyle or he’d disregard his more sadistic preferences for a night of simpler, rough sex. It’s been good enough, he tells himself, it was, but—
Pete looks up at him with his huge, teary eyes, mouth parted and bottom lip glistening under Vegas’ thumb and the long-slumbering beast in his chest awakens, uncurling in the void with teeth bared and bloodlust on its tongue. Vegas wants, and he wants so deeply and viciously it almost scares him well enough to refuse this pretty siren of a boy. Almost.
He looks at Pete on his knees and his brain stutters with countless images.
With Pete’s cupid-bow lips stretched over his cock. With Pete shackled to his bed and writhing in the binds while Vegas takes him again and again and again. Not letting him come or wringing out orgasm after orgasm until he's a crying, wrecked mess unable to even speak. With Pete in pretty lingerie and a rosy blush spread over the apple of his cheeks. With Pete’s brilliant smile peeking out from around a glass of champagne, a speck of chocolate on his lips. With Pete on the back of his bike or spread over the leather upholstery in one of his sports cars. With Pete spent and boneless and sated in his arms, warm and smiling and whispering his name like a prayer.
Vegas wants and, for the first time in years, his mind doesn’t poison his mind with the bleak whispers of what’s the point? Because this—
This might just be the whole entire point. Pete, happy and satisfied, in Vegas’ arms. Smiling like he means it.
#vegaspete#vegas/pete#vegas x pete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#kinnporsche the series#vegaspete fanfic#Raksh's writing#My writing#my WIPs#well calling this a WIP is a lil' much#but who knows#I have two vegaspete WIPs but I can't get myself to work on them#but maybe this one will stick#did I project onto Vegas here? yeah yeah I did#I wanted to make this post for months and finally did Yay!#anyone interested in maybe reading this if I ended up writing something? 👀#I desperately need friends to gush and freak out over Vegas and Vegaspete over#it'd definitely help getting me to write too lmao#anyone would like to be friends? 😂💗#or maybe I should make that twitter account oof#seems like lots of vegaspete fandom is more active there hmm#anyway enough of rambling#hope this lil' preview snippet was a nice read and thank you to anyone who did give it a read 💗
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obsessed with vegaspete fic premises where vegas gives pete the most intense night of his life but the absolute softest aftercare... like pete knew this man was dangerous and he knew he was in for pain bc that's what he wanted, but he didn't expect the same man who choked him until he saw stars and left marks all over his body to clean him up and lie him down on soft pillows and pet his hair with soft words of affirmation as pete slowly wakes from his afterglow...
and vegas savoring every moment he can keep pete in his floaty headspace, kissing him sweetly and holding him and just letting him enjoy it to the fullest bc he's never had anyone before who would let him do all these things to them and then come out like this... completely satiated and content and so peaceful... covered in vegas' marks and happy with it... oh vegas wants to keep him like this forever, do it again and again and again because something about it satisfies him, makes him feel good... he's found something special and he makes sure to cherish it
#just.... vegas being so gentle and sweet after an intense scene#he just wants to fuck hard and hold gently#and hngg pete slowly coming to finding himself in vegas' arms#not expecting it at all but relaxing and easing into it so quickly#they like tearing each other down and relish building each other back up#and vegas being POSSESSIVE afterwards!!!#looking at pete like ''youre mine now<3''#vegaspete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete phongsakorn#pete kp#vegas kp#vegas/pete
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Firefighter AU: Chapter 14 let the fire burn
Last week of the KP anniversary challenge and we are officially done with this thing!
Let's get everyone together for the annual Heroes Barbeque. Pat continues to be the best, Nampheung wants a drink, Vegas has a bit of a problem, Tem is good at one thing dammit, Kan has locust and no-one knows who Tawan is. Still.
#kpanniversary#kpappreciation#week 14: let the fire burn#kinnporsche fanfic#kp fic#kinn/porsche#tae/chan#kim/chay#vegas/pete#kinnporsche the series#my bad photoshop#very very silly#bad jokes
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When Your Life’s at Stake (vegaspete)
Vegas and Pete haven't revealed their relationship to the family, but they get outed when an alpha uses his alpha command on Pete during a mission and puts his life in danger.
Tags: canon-typical violence, omega!pete, alpha!vegas, secret relationships, blood and injury, hurt/comfort, angst
Read on ao3 here.
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Pete crept down the hallway, following the man who he had just learned was the leader of the Russian group that was attempting to take over Thailand. Of course, Kinn and Porsche weren’t about to let that happen, so Pete had been sent in to get intel. He was one of the only omegas to work for the family, and they knew the Russians had outdated views on omegas, so it would work in their favor.
“He just went into the office at the end of the hallway. Heading in now,” Pete quietly spoke into his earpiece, waiting to get confirmation that Porsche had heard him before walking up to the office door.
Taking a deep breath to get in character, Pete stumbled into the door while opening it.
Falling over his feet a couple steps into the room, Pete fake drunkenly slurred, “Oh! This isn’t the bathroom! Would you know where I could find the bathroom? I’ve had a bit too much to drink tonight.”
Pete got his feet under him after that, but still swayed on his feet to keep up the drunken act. Pete tried to inconspicuously take in the room. The alpha he had been following was sitting at a chair behind a desk. It looked like a pretty typical office, bookshelves and filing cabinets filling most of the rest of the space.
“Who are you? How did you get up here?” the alpha asked, eyes raking up and down Pete’s form.
“I was just looking for the bathroom. It’s too loud downstairs in the club, and I was hoping there was one up here!” Pete giggled. “And as for my name, it’s anything you want it to be, handsome.”
Pete wanted to gag at having to flirt with this alpha knowing he had an alpha of his own at home, but if it got the mission done, he would do it.
“There’s nothing for you up here. Go back downstairs,” the alpha replied, not taking Pete’s bait. “Wait, do I know you? You look familiar.”
Pete’s heart started thudding louder in his ears. He had been on a previous mission with Kinn when he met with this alpha, but Pete had been in the back of the room the entire time, and it’d been years. Kinn had assured him that the man wouldn’t know who he was.
The alpha squinted slightly, tilting his head to the side while he thought. Then a sly smirk grew on his face.
“Oh, I know who you are. You’re one of Kinn’s bitches. I wouldn’t move if I were you,” the man chuckled as he pulled a gun from behind his back. Pete then heard the tell-tale click of a gun cocking behind him. Someone had entered the room after him and he didn’t even notice.
Pete listened, knowing it was in his best interest. Maybe he could continue to act like a helpless omega to get out of this situation. Not the most dignifying, but if it meant avoiding getting shot, he’d do anything.
The man took a step toward Pete, feet faltering when he took a deep breath in.
“Oh, you’re an omega,” a slimy smile grew on the man’s face. “We’re going to have fun with you.”
The man behind Pete laughed softly, like it was some inside joke.
“Kneel.”
Powerless to stop it, Pete’s body dropped to its knees. He winced as he made contact with the hard concrete, bruises probably already forming.
Pete hated alpha commands with a passion. It was illegal to use an alpha command on an omega that you weren’t involved with unless the omega’s life was in danger. It was nearly impossible to release someone from a random alpha’s command without a command from an alpha that the omega trusted. Eventually, the command would wear off on its own, but it could sometimes take too long. Alphas hadn’t been taught how to use their commands in years, since laws were put into place, but it wasn’t too hard to learn on your own or get the help from an alpha from an older generation that didn’t like the new laws, as it was still a natural instinct.
The only good thing about alpha commands was that an alpha couldn’t command someone to fatally wound themself. Self-preservation instincts kicked in before your brain would allow a command like that. But, that didn’t mean that an alpha couldn’t command an omega to hurt themselves in any way. As long as the brain deemed it to not be immediately fatal, it would listen.
Surprisingly, it was taboo in the mafia to use alpha commands, even if an alpha was fighting an omega. It was a cheat, and no alpha wanted to be seen as cheating or taking the easy way out. They couldn’t stand a hit to their pride, and it benefited everyone.
“What do you want?” Pete asked, not daring to look up into the eyes of the man, attempting to come off as more subservient than he actually was.
“What I want,” he started, “is for you to do as I say and not make a sound. Follow my commands and no one gets hurt.”
The alpha stared down at Pete with a glint in his eye that he could only describe as evil.
“What I also want,” he continued, “is to maybe have a little fun with an omega before sending your head back to the family as a warning.”
Pete prayed that Porsche and the other guards were on their way after not hearing from Pete for this long. He was never more thankful that this wasn’t a solo mission.
The alpha leaned over, holding the gun out to Pete. This is it. I’m really going to die here. His breath hitched, and Pete was pretty sure the two alphas could hear his heart beating.
“Point the gun at your stomach and don’t make a sound or speak. When I tell you to, you shoot. If anybody tries to take the gun out of your hands, you shoot,” the alpha growled.
Pete’s hands automatically reached out to take the gun to do as he said. At this point, it felt like he wasn’t even present and that he was no longer in control of his body, having to sit in the back seat and watch as his body moved to the alpha’s will, no matter how much he wished to stop it. Apparently, his brain decided that shooting himself in the stomach wouldn’t be fatal.
“Now,” the alpha said, turning away from Pete, “we’re going to sit here while my men do a sweep of the floor to see if you had any others with you. Maybe there’s another omega with you and we can have double the fun?”
The second alpha turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Pete and this alpha alone.
Five minutes passed in silence, the only sound coming from the muffled bass thumping through the floor from the club below.
Hands shaking slightly from having an alpha command used against him, Pete felt the gun slip a little from the sweat gathering on his palms.
“I don’t even know why they thought sending an omega in would work. Omegas are meant to be good bitches and taking care of their alpha,” the man said, getting up from his chair to stand in front of Pete. “I mean, I guess we can thank them for making this mistake and sending us a beautiful omega to play with before taking your life.”
The alpha reached out and stroked Pete’s cheek. Unable to move because of the command, Pete grit his teeth. The man was a slimy alpha, and he couldn’t stand being touched by him. If, no when , he got out of this alive, he was going to take five very hot showers. And cuddle with Vegas in their bed and not get out for a week.
“I don’t even know why you thought you had a chance of defeating us. You’re just a delusional omega,” the man continued. “You’re just a bitch, doing anything an alpha asks. In fact…present.”
Pete had let the alpha’s words roll off his back because he knew they weren’t true, but he was again helpless to stop the command. His head tilted to the right, baring the left side of his neck for the alpha to see. Pete grit his teeth again. It was a massive taboo to ask an omega to show their mating mark, let alone forcing them to present. But then again, this alpha didn’t seem to care about social rules.
The alpha stepped forward, pushing a few strands of hair off Pete’s neck. He was glad he always covered his mating mark with really good waterproof makeup. He and Vegas still hadn’t announced their relationship to the entire family and were keeping it on the down low for now. On top of that, Pete had been playing the role of a helpless omega for this mission, so he would’ve needed to cover it up anyway.
“See, what did I tell you?” the alpha scoffed. “No mark. You’re just a desperate bitch, hoping for attention from any alpha. I guess I can give you what you want.”
He made his way over to sit in his chair again, where he could keep an eye on Pete while he waited for his men to come back.
The next few minutes pass again in silence, Pete still stuck kneeling on the floor, gun to his stomach, and neck bared for anyone to see.
After what felt like forever, Pete could hear footsteps approaching the door. The alpha sat up in his chair, placing his hand over the gun he still had at his side. The person at the door knocked in a rhythm that seemed to be some sort of code. The alpha relaxed before telling whoever it was to come in.
Before Pete could even begin to process what was happening, the door opened and two shots were fired. He couldn’t turn to see who was at the door, but the alpha in front of him had been shot in both shoulders.
The family’s bodyguards made their way into the room and restrained the alpha. Once they knew the alpha couldn’t reach for his gun, Porsche made his way slowly toward Pete. He wanted to speak up and tell him to stop, but his mouth was still glued shut from the alpha’s command.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you unless you want a dead omega,” the alpha chuckled before breaking off into a blood-filled cough. The room froze, including Porsche, Pete’s shoulders sagging slightly in relief.
“What did you do to him?” Porsche demanded, rushing toward the restrained alpha.
“Why should I tell you? I’m a dead man either way. If I can take out that bitch on the way, why not?” the man taunted. “I’ll let you figure out what causes him to shoot.”
Porsche turned back to Pete, a worried glint in his eyes.
“Can you talk?” Porsche questioned. Pete just stared into the other man’s eyes, unable to move even his head to shake it.
Porsche quickly turned back toward the alpha and shot him square between the eyes.
It was a blur to Pete after that. Guards were moving in and out of the room, Porsche standing near Pete to make sure nobody got near him and caused him to shoot.
Pete tuned out the chaos happening around the room, knowing that nothing could be done until Vegas was there.
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“Where is everyone running to?” Vegas asked Kinn as he walked into the major family’s house. Guards were suited up and running out the door, paying no attention to the younger man.
“One of our missions has been compromised and they need backup,” Kinn replied, not even looking up from the tablet he was working on.
“That’s a lot of backup. What happened?” Vegas asked, concerned. Kinn made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but Vegas was slightly worried since Pete was out on a mission right now. He didn’t even know if it was the same mission, but Vegas knew his alpha wouldn’t calm down until he could see Pete with his own eyes.
Kinn paused for a moment, seeming to have an internal debate over what to tell Vegas. They had become closer since their fathers had died, but there were times when Kinn fell into old habits and his brain told him not to trust Vegas.
“The Russian leader used an alpha command on one of our omegas and tanked the whole mission. The alpha is dead now, but the omega is still under the alpha command, and we’re trying to find out if the omega has anyone we can contact to reverse it so they don’t get hurt.”
Vegas’s heart sped up. It’s not him. It’s not him. He’s fine. It probably wasn’t even the same mission. There are lots of omegas who work for the family as guards. It could’ve been any one of them.
Suddenly, a group of medics ran by to wait by the front door.
“Which guard was it?” Vegas growled, pushed into action.
Kinn sighed, but finally gave in and answered.
“It was Pete.”
Vegas didn’t bother saying anything after that, already running full speed toward his car. Kinn called out to him, but he ignored his cousin, knowing Kinn would eventually follow behind him.
Our omega’s in danger. Get our omega out of danger.
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The room had calmed down a bit in the last few minutes. Porsche and a few other guards were surrounding Pete, making sure no one touched him or tried to take the gun out of his hands.
Pete vaguely registered someone making a phone call and a first aid kit showing up, just in case something went wrong and he did shoot himself. It sounded like someone else was on the phone with Kinn to get access to his file for an emergency contact, but it was taking longer than expected. It wouldn’t do much good anyway, as Pete didn’t actually have an emergency contact listed on his file. He knew it was too risky to list Vegas while their relationship was still secret, and he didn’t have any family nearby to make it worthwhile.
The door slammed open and Pete was able to see a frantic Vegas bursting into the room out of the corner of his eyes. Vegas stopped short when he saw his omega’s position: gun to the stomach and neck presented. It didn’t seem like he was outwardly hurt, which Vegas was thankful for, but he still didn’t like what another alpha made his omega do. A growl made its way out of his throat, and Pete might’ve been comforted by his alpha’s presence if he didn’t still have the gun in his hands.
“Vegas, wait! What’s going on?” Kinn called out, only a few steps behind his cousin.
Vegas ignored him and stalked over to Pete. His eyes were burning with fury, but Pete knew it wasn’t aimed at him. In any other situation, he’d find it hot.
Just before he got to Pete, Porsche put a hand on his chest to stop him.
“You can’t get near him. The alpha command is still in place, and I would like Pete to not have any holes in his stomach,” Porsche said.
Shaking the hand off his chest, Vegas turned toward the others in the room.
“What was the command? What was the exact command?” Vegas ground out. He didn’t like seeing Pete in that position any longer than needed, but he needed to make sure he wasn’t the cause of any pain.
No one answered.
“Someone tell me!” Vegas growled, eyes turning red for a split second.
“Vegas, I don’t think-” Kinn started.
“We don’t know,” Porsche said quietly, knowing the alpha wouldn’t like the answer. “The alpha was kind enough to tell us he had commanded Pete, but wouldn’t tell us what was said. So I shot him in the head. The only thing we know is that he can’t move or speak.”
Vegas growled lowly, but nodded in thanks. He then shouldered his way between Porsche and the other guards before they had a chance to stop him, and he kneeled in front of Pete.
“Can you look at me, love?” Vegas questioned softly, but it was quiet enough in the room that everyone had probably heard it.
Pete slowly looked into his alpha’s eyes, silently pleading with Vegas to help him.
“It’s all going to be okay, baby. I’ve got you now. I’m not going to touch you yet, but I am going to ask you to do a few things,” Vegas narrated, more for Pete’s benefit than the others in the room. “Stop presenting.”
Pete heard murmuring as he was finally able to move his head and he slowly tilted it back straight.
“Good, love. You’re doing so well,” Vegas whispered, making Pete’s heart flutter, even in this situation. “Now, slowly put the gun on the floor and slide it toward Porsche.”
Pete did as he was told, this time relief washing through him instead of dread once he was given a command. His eyes were still locked on Vegas’s, but he saw Porsche pick up the gun and hand it to one of the guards at the door in his peripherals. A collective sigh was let out by the other people in the room now that the immediate danger was removed.
“Good job, love. You did so well,” Vegas praised. “Only one more to go, I promise. I release you of all other alpha commands.”
Pete’s body sagged, but he didn’t get very far before Vegas was gathering him into his arms.
“I’ve got you baby. It’s all over now. You did so well,” Vegas whispered into Pete’s ear.
The two sat on the floor, attached to each other, not caring about the world around them. Sobs racked through Pete’s body, but he didn’t care because he was safe and in Vegas’s arms. All was right in the world.
Well, almost.
“Vegas?” Porsche spoke up, causing Vegas and Pete to pull away from each other slightly to notice that everyone had left the room except Kinn and Porsche.
“What’s going on? I thought only an alpha you trusted could break another alpha’s command?” Kinn questioned, confused by what he had just seen. Of course Pete knew Vegas, but he never saw the two interact outside of work, and Vegas always treated Pete like one of the family’s guards.
“Come on, baby,” Vegas turned to Pete, standing up and pulling Pete into his arms again as he went. “I guess it’s finally time to tell our secret.”
The four sat down in the chairs around the room, Pete letting himself be pulled into Vegas’s side. Pete wasn’t going to be letting go of him for a while, which Vegas didn’t have a problem with, seeing as he didn’t want to let go of the omega either.
The two told their story from the beginning, starting with Vegas kidnapping Pete and ending at Vegas being shot and their time in the hospital (of course leaving out their more explicit escapades). Pete even found a wipe to show his mating mark off.
Kinn and Porsche seemed to take the news very well, more shocked over the fact that Pete had kept it a secret for this long without anyone finding out.
Kinn and Porsche continued to ask questions about their relationship, which Vegas was very happy to answer because he was finally able to talk about it. Pete found himself zoning out and his eyes slipping shut. He didn’t fight it. It had been a long day and he deserved the rest.
Pete was awoken an indeterminate amount of time later by someone picking him up. He snuggled into their chest, taking in the scent that he would know anywhere. Vegas.
“Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here,” Vegas whispered, placing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you.”
Barely awake and surrounded by warmth and his mate’s scent, Pete was still able to get out four words before falling back into the darkness.
“I love you, too.”
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My first work in the Kinnporsche fandom!! I binged the series less than a week ago, and I'm reading so many fics that I had to write my own. I'm obsessed! Such a good show! I legit wasn't sure how I felt about vegaspete around ep 12, but they're my otp from the show now. And Pete is my baby. I will punch anybody who hurts him.
Also, this is a (semi-major) rewrite from an anonymous fic I wrote for the BTS fandom, so if you happen to recognize anything, NO YOU DON'T😂😅
I'm way behind on requests and working on my wip, but I really want to write for Kinnporsche right now, so if you have requests/ideas, let me know!!
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#vegaspete#kinnporsche#kinnporsche fanfic#vegas kornwit theerapanyakun#vegas#pete#Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham#vegas/pete#vegas x pete#ging writes
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to others, only heaven (19,317 words) by jalesidor
The next day, Vegas woke up with his hands tied and Pete staring down from the door, taser in one hand, duct tape in the other.
“Oh, Pete,“ Vegas tutted. “Pete, Pete, Pete. I never thought you had it in you.”
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV)
Relationship: Vegas/Pete
Rating: Explicit
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Torture (Brief), Power Dynamics, Power Reversals, Injury, Trauma, vomiting mention, Alcohol, Alcoholism mention, Hurt/Comfort, Hair Washing, Explicit Consent, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Switching, service top Pete, picks off from around mid-episode 11, two boys falling in love by way of captivity and torture, pete saw vegas act unhinged n was like……hold my beer, exploration of the canonical daddy issues in kinnporsche (2022), vegas’s hedgehog lives, You’re Welcome, conversations about karma strategically nestled between mutual bj’s
thank you so much for everyone who read this fic as i was posting it. this story was very personal so i am very touched that it resonated with a lot of people. ❤️ on to more fic of vegaspete and the religious!
#vegaspete#vegaspete fanfic#vegaspete fic#vegaspete fanfiction#kinnporsche fic#kinnporsche fanfic#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#kp fic#vegas x pete#pete x vegas#vegas/pete#pete/vegas#my fic
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give me your eyes
reach out your hand
bleed in the moonlight
cutting our palms
give me your eyes
bring me your heart
tell me you won't stop
until we arrive...
#vegas theerapanyakul#vegaspete#bible build#bible sumettikul#bible wichapas#bl lakorn#blkisses#bl drama#vegas/pete#vegas x pete#gay couple#kinnporche the series#kinnporsche#SoundCloud
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What if Vegas-Pete-Macau?!
Like, what if Macau gets a big fat crush on Pete because Pete is the first person (aside from his brother/ only family) who treats him like a real human, and actually cares for him. And while Macau knows, Pete is his brother's boyfriend, he can't help himself but just develop this secret crush on Pete (which he really, really tries to keep under wraps!).
And Pete is totally oblivious to it, and he takes it all with no qualms, writing down Macau's overt fondness towards him, for a lack of positive parental influence for almost all of Macau's life. He devotes time to looking after Macau more, going shopping with him, helping him with homework...
Vegas though, sees and understands it almost immediately. He can't help it, he sees a little (a lot actually, of himself) in his baby brother.... He recognizes the crush, the affection Macau bestows on Pete, the puppy eyes he makes towards his boyfriend, and the way his little brother hangs off every word of Pete. And while he feels jealous, he can't ever bring himself to hurt or break Macau's heart....
#i'm just saying#this love triangle has potential#vegas x pete#pete kinnporsche#vegas kinnporsche#macau kinnporsche#kinnporche the series#thai bl#vegaspete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#vegas/pete#vegas/pete/macau
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun
Characters: Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun
Summary:
Once Vegas got discharged from the hospital, he knew it was only a matter of time before Korn would come up with a way to use him. In order to give Kinn and Porsche a chance to get rid of the Italians once and for all, he agrees to act as bait. But none of them expect the Don’s son to bring his entire fleet of men to take Vegas down.
In turn, the Italians don’t expect Pete to come to his rescue.
#finally posting my first vegaspete fanfic#featuring unhinged badass pete#saving vegas and then riding him#vegaspete#vegas/pete#vegaspete fanfic#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#vegaspete fic
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Dark Humor: Things I find unintentionally funny about Pete’s kidnapping in KinnPorsche
Okay I really hope this post doesn’t offend anyone, that is not my intention, I know Pete’s kidnapping is hella traumatic and complicated and such but like the way the directors choose to frame it sometimes!
I swear, you end up with a lot of unintentionally funny parts that just make the whole thing so much more messed up than it is! I just can’t!
Here they are, the three things that make me laugh and feel like I’m going to hell because of it.
#1: Kinn and Porsche just STRAIGHT up forget about Pete
Like wtf guys?? Okay so on the one hand, this is kind of like deeply sad considering how loyal Pete’s been the entire time. But literally the way it’s presented to the viewer is like this....
And it keeps GOING! I swear throughout the whole of the next episode there are constant switches between scenes of Pete getting tortured...
And our main gays just like fucking honeymooning and shit! Like, just look at this----
What the hell??
Ugh. You goddamn homosexuals. Who am I kidding, I’m so fucking happy for you guys.
#2: The whole ridiculous hedgehog sequence when we literally see Pete’s Stockholm Syndrome Activate
No words honestly the scene speaks for itself...
I mean by the end of this evening even Vegas is like----
#3: Hostage Salad
Okay this is the one that I just CAN’T get over. So like we had a very scary food moment with Vegas earlier in the episode...
So when he shows up again and brings up the subject of food we’re kind of on edge . Like are we going all Audition again? Is it another dog food bowl??..
But then like, Pete like glances to the side at what Vegas has brought him and it’s like...
A salad?? A fucking salad?? That’s so god damned WEIRD! Like out of all the foods you could bring your little hostage boy toy you whip him up a salad! What kind of monster------
*deep breath* oohhhh I’m dead. At least he gets noodles later.
#kinnporsche#kinnporsche humor#pete x vegas#vegas/pete#vegas/pete humor#I'm so sorry#I'm going to hell#A fucking salad??#It's still there on the table later#he never eats it#I bet they smash in front of it#right in front of that salad
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pete protecting his head
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Good Morning, Love
Short VegasPete fic, posted as a twitfic and edited a little for Tumblr. Fluff, rated T. Character study. 452 words.
Pete never used to like sleeping in. Even when he was a child, he usually got up right after his alarm and went to train. In the mafia, it was the same, getting up to train and go about his day.
That was before Vegas.
Now, Pete liked to linger in bed. When he woke up wrapped up in Vegas' arms, or Vegas tucked into his, it made him feel warm and content and safe in ways he'd rarely ever felt before.
Holding Vegas was his favorite. When Vegas curled into him and stayed there, all soft and cuddly and warm. It made so many previously-unfamiliar feelings attack Pete at once. Adoration. Love. A hint of protectiveness, too. Wanting to protect Vegas - who the world had been so harsh to, in so many ways - and keep him protected, here, in Pete's arms, forever.
He couldn't, of course. But he could daydream about it. In the soft morning hours when he woke up before Vegas in their shared bed. This morning, Pete woke up with Vegas in his arms, just the way he liked, Vegas' cheek pressed to bare chest. Vegas' body curled up, tucked completely into Pete's grip, entirely relaxed and at ease, his breathing long and slow.
Pete loved these moments, when they were both tired and relaxed and unworried about anything. When nothing mattered except the two of them in their warm, comfortable bed together.
The moments didn't last, of course. Vegas had his traumas, had his duties, and Pete carried Vegas' tension - and his own, at times. Sometimes it was hard, when Vegas was feeling haunted, when Pete could see the ghost of a beaten child on his face, or the haunted look of a man who couldn't help reliving his past mistakes.
But Pete wouldn't trade any of it. Not the hard days, not the times when they both had to scream and cry and then make up.
In these quiet moments, when they could just be. He knew he'd made the right choice. When he'd followed his heart, he'd chosen Vegas, and he'd chosen himself, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.
Pete pressed a kiss into Vegas' hair and felt Vegas hum and stir a bit. He hadn't meant to wake him, but didn't mind it.
Vegas shifted back a little so he could look blearily at Pete, blinking sleep out of his eyes. A small, unrestrained, happy little smile tugged up the corners of Vegas' mouth. "Good morning, Pete," he mumbled, looking sleep mussed, soft, and beautiful.
Pete couldn't help smiling back, feeling overwhelmed by how much he loved this man in his arms. Yes, he'd definitely made the right choice.
"Good morning, love."
#vegaspete#vegas/pete#vegas x pete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#this is kind of a character study of pete#but mostly I was in my feels and wanted to write something soft#vegaspete fanfic#vegaspete fic#kinnporche the series#fluff fic
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Macau Theerapanyakun & Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun
Characters: Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Macau Theerapanyakun, Gun Theerapanyakun
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Non-Linear Narrative, Backstory, Angst and Feels, POV Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Vegas has heaps of trauma he's never dealt with, brief reference to Vegas' mom, the hospital era continues, Good Sibling Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Brief Hand Feeding, Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, Dominant Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Submissive Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Top Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Bottom Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Oral Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Biting, Anal Fingering, Face-Sitting, no beta we die like Khun Spikes
Series: Part 2 of 'Cause you are my pleasure, my pain (I want you to stay)
Summary:
“Y’know,” he starts, idly, voice far too innocent as his finger trails abstract patterns on Vegas’ chest, “I’ve been doing some reading.”
“Hm?” Still floating high on the fresh memory of hand-feeding Pete the flatbread and curry he chose for the day, it takes Vegas a moment to register the words and blink back to general awareness. When he turns to look at Pete, his head cushioned on Vegas’ left shoulder, the little smirk on Pete’s lips is quite telling — and Vegas can’t help but respond in kind, one brow curved up. “Oh? Found anything interesting?”
A slight flush spreads over the pretty arches of Pete’s cheeks, not dissimilar to how he blushed in his pleasure just minutes ago, and Vegas thinks — ah, there it is, that hint of shyness in the dark depth of Pete’s gaze.
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Or the sequel to my previous post-canon hospital era VegasPete one-shot that’s been sitting around almost finished in my docs for Months and it’s finally here ^^
I’m very nervous again but also super happy to finally be able to post this one and let it breathe on its own ^^ Hope it’s gonna prove an enjoyable read!
#vegaspete#vegas/pete#vegas x pete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete saengtham#kinnporche the series#vegaspete fanfic#Raksh's writing#my writing#still super nervous about some things included in this fic#but I also feel like it's a good time to let it finally go#finally let it go* rather#and maybe now I can fully move on the AU xD#anyway this is it! tis the fic#hope it's gonna be a nice read ^^
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Vegas being hesitant to turn around because he knows he'll cave as soon as he sees Pete... Pete is everything he wants and craves and he turns his back because he knows what will happen if he turns around, and maybe that thought scares him
#pete is the point he cant cross#he'd made up his mind when he turned around#looking at pete reminds him of everything he wants to have#combined with pete's voice telling him he CAN have it?#vegas knows he'll break and cave in a heartbeat#he did#and then he got shot😡#vegaspete#kinnporsche#vegas x pete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete phongsakorn#vegas/pete#kinnporsche episode 14
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Firefigher AU chapter 6: Growth
Kinn tries to ask a question, Tankhun is a detective™, no-one is Steve McQueen unfortunately, Kan sees a tiger, Chan manages a whole sentence and Kim is so incredibly cool, Ken has a day and Pol takes the minutes.
#kpanniversary#kpappreciation#Week 6: Growth#kinnporsche#kinnporsche fanfic#ao3 fanfic#kinn/porsche#tae/chan#kim/chay#vegas/pete#this is a comedy#silly as hell#my truly amazing photoshop is there#by that i mean#not the best#lol#kinnporsche fic#kinnporsche the series
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