#fem!kinn

[elnotwoods]

what’s a bit of workplace punishment between two sapphics?

no women in kinnporsche? that’s okay, hand drawn is fine too

#they’re sapphics your honour #i cant keep looking at this anymore #it needs to go out into the word and leave me be #i have not been drawing from scratch like this for months and months and it show #literally almost cried and gave up #it is what it is #genderbend kinnporsche #female kinn #fem!kinn #female porsche #fem!porsche #kinnporsche but make it sapphic #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fanart #el draws

[daswarschonkaputt]

look don't leap (drabble)

fem!kinn/m!porsche | rating: t | words: ~600

The most disconcerting thing about hiring Porsche onto her team of bodyguards is that Kinn keeps catching herself looking.

so i was just minding my own business, enjoying a break from writing when @luckydragon10 appeared in my inbox and was like "het kinnporsche go write it now" and look i've mentioned before but nemi is chief squirrel wrangler she makes the decisions on what gets written not me, so i wrote it. ofc bc it's me i had to find a really queer way to do it, lol.

big caveat: this is not going to be for everyone. the main meat of this drabble is about fem!kinn trying to figure out what to do about the fact that she's attracted to one (1) man. it might make some people mad. you don't have to read it if you're gonna be one of those people.

that said, for those who might wanna read it, enjoy!

oh and if you need a visual for fem!kinn good news i already have fem!kinnporsche art here.

look don't leap

The most disconcerting thing about hiring Porsche onto her team of bodyguards is that Kinn keeps catching herself looking.

It’s not that Kinn hasn’t ever felt interest in men before. Compulsory heterosexuality being what it is, the ill-advised and ill-fated male crush is almost a rite of passage at this point, and Kinn suffered from a particularly foolish strain of it. To her teenage self, Tay was everything she wanted: clean, well-mannered, sweet, and above all pretty. He was also incredibly gay. Incredibly, obviously gay.

They dated for about three months, when they were sixteen. Then Kinn got drunk and fucked Tay’s older sister, and neither of them cared enough about the infidelity that continuing to date seemed like a good idea.

It’s one of those things that’s become a funny story. A joke that they tell when they’re tipsy. Time’s never found it funny, but Tay likes to say that Kinn’s the only person he’s dated that thought he was butch.

So, Kinn’s aware that men exist and she’s not totally incapable of finding some shred of them attractive – but it’s never been something that she’s given any weight to. She realised somewhere after the sixth delicately androgynous woman she fucked that the things she liked in Tay were just thing she likes in women, transposed onto her pretty, gender-indifferent best friend.

Porsche isn’t delicate. He’s not even slightly androgynous. He’s pretty, but it’s a decidedly male type of pretty – sculpted torso, cropped hair, the masculine curve to his lips.

He’s nothing like the girls she fucks.

And she wants him.

It’s unsettling.

Kinn’s not scared of him. She hasn’t been scared of a man since she shot her first one, and realised just how easily they die to a bullet through the skull. But the attraction niggles at the back of her brain, even when she should be thinking about anything but that.

There’s a part of her that wants to fuck Porsche, just to see what it would be like. It’s the part of her that gets interested in new cars and new watches – the part that wants to have something, just for the novelty of it. Kinn’s not going to have many chances to fuck a guy that she’s attracted to.

Another part of her is calculative about it. It’s the part that’s been trained to pull apart every situation until it’s stacked into rewards, risks and their mitigation strategies. Porsche is an employee of Kinn’s, and that’s not a line she’s ever crossed before. There’s an implicit power imbalance there, that Kinn isn’t entirely certain she cares about, whilst also not being entirely certain she doesn’t.

And—well. She’s a mafia heiress. As a woman, there are things she can’t do, simply because they’ll invite ridicule. Fucking women has allowed her a lot of respect that she wouldn’t otherwise get, in the mafia. Getting fucked is still seen as a submissive act – and for all her father’s friends sneer at her and call her butch, they listen to her more, because she doesn’t let men fuck her.

In a few years, Kinn knows she could weather the hit to reputation that would come from letting a bodyguard dick her down. Now, with her father’s health failing, and every eye on her, waiting for her to fuck up enough to justify a coup – it’s probably not the best time.

And on top of that, there’s a small, distant part of her that’s just… apprehensive. Kinn doesn’t know how to fuck men in a way that lets her feel in control. And Kinn doesn’t fuck anyone when she can’t be in control.

So, even though Kinn can’t stop herself looking – even though she can’t stop herself from thinking about it – she doesn’t act on it.

She can’t.

Then, there’s the diamond auction. And everything goes to shit.

#fic: look don't leap #fem!kinn #het!kinnporsche #kaputt writes stuff #i have no excuse #well my excuse is nemi #i can't believe the first time i wrote fem!kinnporsche it's het :') #now i'm expecting all of you to be adults abt this #i see one (1) biphobic take in my rbs i'm whipping out the block button #this is the first thing i've published in the new year lmao #kinnporsche fic

[wildelydawn]

Just One Taste, Can't Get Enough. | A KinnPorsche: the Series Fanfic.

I wrote this fic for @mortimerlatrice as their gift for the KinnPorsche Secret Santa! It's my first dabble in fem!KinnPorsche and I really loved experimenting with their voices here a bit. Also super happy I got to add to the fem!KinnPorsche agenda. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary:

Kinn’s at the other end of the conference table, and she’s wondering if she was in the right state of mind to let Porsche leave their bedroom looking the way she does.

The best part of her outfit, though? Porsche’s corset top.

(Or: Porsche looks a little too good in her meeting. Kinn's bored and wants to eat her out.)

Read the story on Ao3!

#kinnporsche #KinnPorsche the Series #Kinn x Porsche #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche pachara #myfics #my fics #fem!Kinn #fem!Porsche #everyone go thank The Woman for giving me moral support at 1AM while writing this #kptssanta22 #kinnporsche fanfic

[orangemocharaktajino]

I'm torn between wanting to share some pictures of a fem!kinn kind of cosplay that I did vs not doing that and staying totally anonymous forever.

On one hand I unfortunately don't look anything like Mile but on the other hand I tried my best to get the right vibe and it was really fun and I do have a red silk robe and other props...

Should I?

Eh, fuck it, I talked myself into it.

#fem!kinn #female kinn

[khathastrophe]

I promised you sapphics so here we are

on popular demand I have trimmed Kinn's nails

once again i implore you to appreciate Kinn's boobies

Pete might have been the hardest thing I have sketched in weeks why was she so difficult to capture???

my name is not Jeff Satur so I couldn't take away that coconut (hair) away from Chay

i believe in dark skin thai kittisawat siblings 🙏🙏

Vegas is an unironic harness wearer to me

Pete has a soft tummy and I am tired of people pretending that he has washboard abs so thus

Kinn's tits reminder

Kim unlocked a new emotion there when this cute girl was so passionate about her music

the emotion was the gay family curse

Vegas and Porsche bond over shaggy hair but Vegas gets it done professionally

Vegas' canon accurate cheekbones

#kinnporsche #kp #fem!kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series ep 9 #porsche pachara #porsche pachara kittisawasd #porsche pachara kittisawat #kinn anakinn theerapanyakul #kinn anakinn #vegaspete #fem!vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #kimchay #fem!kimchay #kim kimhan theerapanyakul #kim kimhan #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawat #fem!porsche #fem!kinn #fem!vegas #fem!pete #fem!chay #fem!kim #thai bl

[mortimerlatrice]

figure studies 4 April 2024 — fem kinnporsche style

the point of these is to practice, speed up, and avoid erasing. based on the overall time, i think it took around 15 minutes per study. time-lapse under the cut :)

#art #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #porsche kittisawasd #kinn theerapanyakul #fem kinnporsche #gender swap #mort's unique art tag #mort's figure studies #sketch dump #timelapse #fanart #nsfmort #mort's sketchbook

[nuwildcat]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Big (KinnPorsche: The Series), Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Ken (KinnPorsche: The Series), Arm (KinnPorsche: The Series), Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Tae Taechin Lerttravinont Additional Tags: Rule 63, fem!kp, Gender or Sex Swap, wherein I ask the question would these two be as terrible at this as women?, and these idiots respond absolutely, A sampling of cannon events, Sassy Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Kinn is the hottest thing in a pinstripe suit Porsche has ever seen, Possessive Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, which Porsche just makes worse of course, and now for the sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Face-Sitting, Dirty Talk, Porsche's praise kink is in here somewhere, Cannon Divergence, Light BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, horny tags may be updated when I remember the filth I wrote into this, Porn With Plot Summary:

Gravity (noun): the universal force of attraction acting between all matter.

Porsche never was the best student in school. She'll be the first to admit that hands on lessons were always the ones that best made things 'stick' for her.

Porsche isn't certain she wants to know whatever lesson Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul is trying to teach her. The problem is, resisting Kinn is like trying to stop a force of nature: Impossible.

*ahem* So I feel into the trap that is thinking about Fem!KP. I’m going to thoroughly blame Blake Lively in A Simple Favor, which is the level of absolutely serving 24/7 that I imagine Kinn doing.

For reference:

damn got a little distracted there again.

ANYWAY! It would be remiss of me to not mention that when I got fucking stuck on this WIP @imharmlessipromise​‘s BOMB FUCKING FEM!KP ART launched me the fuck back into the thick of things. (You can tell how much I like this by the rapid increase in profanity.)

Yeah anyway that’s why the sex scene continues. So everyone say thank you!

💜 ‘Cat

#fem!KP #kinnporsche #kinn/porsche #but what if they were women #my fic #Force of Attraction #female porsche #female kinn #they're lesbians your honor #okay Porsche is bi #cause in this house there is no bi-erasure #but still #kinnporsche the series #kp fanfic #kinnporsche fanfic #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd

[brother-lipsmackariah]

Theerapanyakul Sisters

#Jeff Satur #Kim #Kinn #Tankhun #Kinnporsche #kim theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul #kpts art #kp art #Kinnporsche the series #my art #artists on tumblr #had to throw JeffKim in there #Fem Kim #Fem Kinn #Fem Tankhun

[story-told]

Prisoners (Then We're Free)

Here we go! My first fic for the KP fandom! This one's more of a character study of Kinn, with wlw Kinnporsche thrown in there for self-gratification. Enjoy!!

Anakinn Theerapanyakul had always been uncomfortably aware that she had Eyes On Her whenever and wherever she was. Even when she was a shy five year old, squirming in silent discomfort against the pink frilly frock she was forced into for the press (and damn right she threw a hissy fit 'til she had on her favourite rocket patterned shorts under that monstrosity). Even when she was a sobbing 12 year old who couldn't grieve openly at her mother's funeral, over her bright older brother's silences because Theerapanyakul heirs don't cry like common brats. Even now, as a mostly jaded 30 year old woman who had decided to fuck it and own those bug eyed fucking stares.

But submitting was Not Her Way. If she was to be pinned under thousands of Eyes like she was some science experiment like they were waiting for her "inevitable" fall from grace, those fucking vultures then she would do it on her own terms. She would do it as Kinn. Dressed in the finest suits money could buy, never letting a dress anywhere near her skin. Head held high, crowned in short hair and an imperious brow- better and stronger and so much more powerful than all the fucking fools she was surrounded by. She would do it with a new pretty girl at her side every other week (and after over 20 shitheads had to be carted home with broken limbs or useless dicks, the mafia world was quick to accept a filthy lesbian as their King). She would do it fearlessly. Inspite of and not for the people relentlessly watching.

But fuck if it lights a dormant rage somewhere beneath her chest, when Porsche that little shit straight up refuses to look at her at all (unless it's to roll those breathtaking annoying browns at her). Porsche with her proud shoulders, quick little smirks, those mile long legs and an inferno raging behind her strangely soft eyes. Eyes that, for the first time, Kinn wants on her. Eyes she wants staring up at her as she puts the mouthy little brat on her knees. Eyes she wants to drop gentle kisses under before bed and wake up to as they light up with the morning sun. Eyes that look at her, searching, as Porsche asks her if she'd take her back willingly; that glint strangely full of joy everytime they trade barbs. Eyes that finally feel like freedom and safety and honesty. Eyes that she is beginning to fall completely and devastatingly in love with.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic #kinn anakinn #porsche pachara #wlw ship #when i tell you this gave me a dopamine high while writing it #hoo boii #fem!Kinnporsche

[fanyeline]

really desperately needed to draw some titties... just kept thinking about kinn & porsche’s canonical boobies and wanted to make them girls

#kinnporsche fanart #fem!kinnporsche #kinn #kinnporsche fandom #kinnporsche the series

[elnotwoods]

sometimes less is more

fem!kinnporsche 2.0 electric boogaloo

#no women in kinnporsche? well not on my watch!!! #the way i needed to add that red dragon tattoo since it’s the meaning of Kinn’s name and it’s his colour #plus red looks absolutely marvellous on Porsche #this is my magnum opus #fem!kinnporsche brainrot #fem!kinnporsche #fem!porsche #fem!kinn #female porsche #female kinn #genderbend kinnporsche #kinnporsche genderbent #kinnporsche fanart #kpts art #el draws #sapphic kinnporsche

[robin374]

Sniper and fem/reader who will absolutely kinn him >:)))

Like, for example, at first he is embarrassed by certain things in front of them, and then he sees that the reader is not only not embarrassed by his behavior, but finds it super interesting. And they will be absolutely happy to throw piss at people if the Sniper is nearby.

And everything like that. I think he'll be surprised at first that he's not the only one who's crazy >:))))))

Sniper with a S/O that doesn't mind his behaviour

Character: Sniper.

Notes: love u guyz

I feel like he would be really surprised at first, like, how on earth does someone like to throw piss at people? That's mental illness.

Oh wait, he likes that too. Well, his teammates will have to deal with you two.

You made him so happy the moment you told him that you didn't mind his behaviour. Yeah he was really embarrassed the first time you entered his campervan and saw that he didn't hide his jars.

He even started wondering if soulmates existed, because if they did, he was really sure that you were his one and only soulmate. He loves to imagine a future where you two have children and annoy Spy together.

I also think that he's the type of man that takes a shower once a week, mostly because his job doesn't let him. He thinks that people need proper hygiene and he needs it too. But, of course, he says that while being hidden between two bushes for two weeks in a row.

Whenever it's a medieval fight, he likes to lend his bow for a round. You will see him running around the battlefield throwing piss jars at everything and everyone. You will not let it slide and run towards him, telling him that he didn't invite you to his "happy round".

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress two #tf2 headcanons #tf2 sniper x reader

[wildelydawn]

more fem KinnPorsche? 👉👈

Hi you asked this back in… *checks date* February and you probably were asking for smut but this is all I have so far as my “more fem KinnPorsche nonsense” doc because I kind of just want fem Porsche and Kinn to meet as customer and bartender because I think that would be very cute of them so this is that: —

“I haven’t made your drink yet.”

“So? It’s a tip. Take it.”

Porsche rolls her eyes. “I make plenty of tips without you.”

“I know.”

“If you know, then cut it out already.”

“One date.” Porsche’s customer grins. “You need a break.”

“How do you know what I need?”

The customer, a regular for about a month now, wiggles her perfectly shaped eyebrows. 

Porsche turns away before her customer gets the satisfaction of her embarrassment. She quickly starts on another cocktail, avoiding Kinn’s eyes. No, not Kinn. Customer. Yok says to keep a distance from the really nicely dressed ones; otherwise, it’s not her business who Porsche takes home. And it’s not that Porsche isn’t hit on by other clients at Hum Bar. There were aggressive clients. There were creepy ones too. But this one. But she’s never had someone so persistent. Never someone so neutral. This one comes in like clock work. Has exactly one gin and tonic. This one asks, takes no for an answer, and leaves a hefty tip that Porsche makes sure she shares because not sharing is cruel and sends the wrong message. Then tries again the next day. 

She let Kinn know that she shares the tips with the bus boys and the junior bartenders. Kinn never stops leaving the tips, though. 

The other woman that comes with Ki- the customer always wears a high ponytail and a sour look. At first, Porsche thought they were looking for a third. But Kinn made it clear on attempt #4 that she doesn’t share. 

If Porsche were to say yes. 

The customer leaves a number of bills and calls out to Porsche. “Get home safe.”

Porsche waves her and her bodyguard away, more focused on cleaning her station. 

-

“Are we on #38 or #39?”

“If you can’t remember, then you must be a terrible lover.”

“Why don’t you come find out what sort of lover I am, then?” the customer asks before sipping her gin and tonic. 

Walked right into that one. “I’m good, thanks.”

The customer takes out her phone. “#38.”

“Thanks for the clarification,” Porsche says sarcastically. 

“How’s your sister? Has she applied to schools yet?”

Porsche sighs. She doesn’t even remember telling her about Chay, but maybe she overheard. Or has super sonic hearing. “She’s fine. Like every other starstruck teenager. She’s so obsessed with those collectible photo cards that I doubt she’s focusing on her applications.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s got a smart sister.”

Porsche snorts. “Yeah, sure.” Chay has a good shot at college. If Porsche was just a bit smarter, she would’ve figured out how to get them out of debt and Chay into a better high school and pay off her Uncle’s gambling-

“Hey.” Kinn taps on the bar. “Stop that.”

“What?”

“Stop thinking you’re not enough. Your sister is happy, right? That’s all that matters.” Kinn taps the back of her hand next. It’s the first time she’s touched her. “Being an older sibling is tough. But you’re doing great.”

Porsche doesn’t know what to say. Right about now, something snarky or sarcastic would be best, or maybe making fun of Kinn’s ridiculous ombré pantsuit. Kinn said it so confidently, like it was true. 

Thank you. “Tha-”

Pony Tail walks over. 

“Khun Kinn.”

Something silent passes between them. The playful look that Kinn wears whenever she sits at Porsche’s station is gone, and something more hardened is left. 

Kinn quickly gets up and puts down another tip. “Get home safe, Porsche.”

“You too,” Porsche says, instead of asking what could have possibly transpired that would whisk Kinn away, leaving half her drink behind. 

-

Porsche looks at her phone. It’s a little past midnight. 

Kinn has not shown up yet. 

Not that Porsche is waiting. Not that Kinn shows up at an exact time every day, anyways. 

Customers come and go. There’s another woman giving her a once over. Porsche returns her smile but makes busy with cleaning up. But even that woman leaves too when the last call rings. 

Oh well. 

Porsche puts a tray of washed glasses into a cabinet underneath the bar. 

Guess 39 was the fatal number. 

Porsche pours herself a shot of something. It’s a little reckless to do, but her throat burns anyways. 

It was fun while it lasted. 

She packs up her bag, bids Yok and the busboy goodnight. 

Porsche steps outside and into the hum of a flickering streetlight. 

She doesn’t know when she started looking forward to Kinn coming by every day. But she knows her disappointment of Kinn’s absence means that it existed. 

It’s fine. You’ve got a little sister at home. And you have your best friend waiting for you, fully charged and ready for-

“Better not drive home drunk.”

Porsche looks up. 

It’s Kinn. She’s still in that ombré suit, except it looks like she was in a street fight. And won. Her blouse isn’t tucked into her pants anymore, her belt has gone missing, and Porsche is pretty sure Kinn’s jacket had three buttons. Not two. 

Oh. Kinn wears suspenders under her jacket. That’s. That’s nice. 

How can someone who looks so dirty also still look this hot?

Kinn walks to her, and Porsche expects her to be limping, but she’s not. Her eyes are on Porsche only, and she’s wearing that stupid flirty grin again. 

“What’s a girl gotta do to get a drink around here? Or are you closed?”

Yes. We’re closed. 

“Go out with me,” Porsche stumbles out. “Take me on a date. Or something.” 

Kinn raises a sculpted eyebrow. “Yeah? You like the roughed up look?” Kinn steps a little closer. “Or was 39 the magic number?”

“I take it back, go fuck yourself,” Porsche huffs before turning in her heel. 

Kinn catches her by the wrist and twirls her back. “No take backs,” she murmurs. 

“Okay,” Porsche gives in. It’s so easy to say yes when Kinn’s hand feels so steady and sure. Things Porsche is not. “When?”

Kinn slips her hand into Porsche’s. “How about right now?” 

#KinnPorsche #fem!KinnPorsche #Fem KinnPorsche #porsche kittisawasd #kinn theerapanyakul #myfics #my fics #love u anon #ask #answered #who knows maybe I’ll continue this some day #sorry for the delay #Clearing out ask box #Dawn's Ficlets

[daswarschonkaputt]

[surfaces from the deep with art in tow]

'tis i, the purveyor of fem!kinnporsche lookbooks, this time bearing kimchay. if you missed the kinnporsche one it's here. if you didn't, you know the drill, thoughts and refs beneath the cut.

okay let's start with kim:

i'm gonna be real with you folks: i struggled hard with fem!kim. in my head, kim much like fem!kinn is someone who uses her clothes to send messages, but where kinn is trying to communicate power and authority, kim is instead using her clothes to adopt different personas or elements of her personality. and so, i can see fem!kim wearing nearly everything, basically.

kimlor swift aka wik aka internet popstar kim

so, return customers may notice something odd about kim: i gave her different poses for each of her personas. why? i think kim is someone who embodies a lot of different personas, and i think the change is more than skin deep.

this was very much the first set i drew. the brief for these outfits in my head was something like "k-pop kim possible". also a lot of these were drawn when i still had covid lmao so i barely remember most of it.

it was very important to me that kim had a wolf cut. that fact came to me the moment i started thinking about fem!kim. so. you know. you're welcome.

runing errands (first outfit) - this one was the first outfit i drew for kim, and it was mostly summoned up from my own head. i spent a lot of time scrolling through pinterest before i started drawing. in my head, this is sort of what she wears when she's out and about as wik but not like, performing or whatever. still a very crafted image, but a little more casual than her performance gear.

performance (second outfit) - this one does have a ref! i found this image on pinterest and was like yes. this one. i thought long and hard about what i wanted wik's fashion and persona to be, because i debated going along the family friendly singer-songstress route, but in the end i figured she had to be cool and a little edgy. hence [gestures at the clothes].

award show/red carpet (third outfit) - this one's kind of fun. longtime listeners will recall that i started drawing these lookbooks bc @mortimerlatrice told me they didn't think fem!kinn would wear dresses and i had to disprove them -- so i thought it'd be fun if for kim, she only wore dresses when on mafia business. kim in a dress is a blaring warning signal that you're gonna get your shit rocked. so, kim's award show look is a pantsuit. she doesn't wear dresses at all as wik. there was definitely a reference image for this one, but i drew the entirety of this first set when i had covid, so i don't think i saved it OTL

detective wikachu aka mafia kim

another fun detail you might notice about mafia!kim -- she's always got her hair up. that was also deliberate. also holy shit this set killed me so bad. we'll get there.

running errands (detective errands) (first outfit) - this is what kim wears when she's gotta blackmail randos for info. fairly casual, all things told, but very different in vibe to her wik stuf. also the pattern on that suit is incredibly simple but it took me 45 mins to create bc i still had covid brainfog at this point. the reference for this look was celine's spring/summer 2021 rtw collection look 24.

visiting dad (to snoop) (second outfit) - another source of debate for me. what, exactly, does kim send as a message to her father when she comes back home? i played with the idea of her wearing a sort of perfectly pretty mafia princess disguise, but i don't think that's what she'd use to get on her father's good side. so, she's wearing a dress (fuck your shit up vibes for her) but it's got a strong vibe to it. so, i had to go with alexander mcqueen, which is one of my favourite designers. this one is specifically alexander mcqueen pre-fall 2022 look 17.

at a gala (mafia-flavoured) also to snoop (third outfit) - oh my god you guys will not believe how many of these i went through. i even fully drew another option before discarding it completely. (originally, i was going to go with erdem pre-fall 2023 look 8 which i drafted here but i just didn't vibe with it the more i worked on it. i guess it felt a little too princessy? so i pivoted.) this one is from another of those designers i actually really like, zuhair murad. this one's from fall 2022 couture, specifically look 38. very much love at first sight. the moment i saw it, i knew i was gonna draw it. and oh boy did drawing it make me suffer. that bead pattern on the dress? killed me. actually killed me. fucking OW. worth it though.

family portrait (fourth outfit) - after all the suffering of kim's formal look this one was comparatively a breeze. found a pic on pinterest, and whoosh i went drawing. the reference is here.

chay!kim

this set is very much what it says on the tin, the clothes kim wears around chay. let's go.

guitar tutoring (first outfit) - okay so in my head the brief for this one was "what kim thinks chay thinks wik wears on her downtime", which very much sets the tone for the entire outfit. i just think it's fun if kim twists herself out of sorts with how clever she is and then chay just bulldozes straight through that. i don't actually have a reference for this one. just drew it.

rescue chay (second outfit) - this is what kim wears to go save chay from the tawan kidnapping. i dubbed this one "when you got library study session at 9, rescue bae at 12, and cyberpunk revolution at 3". the loose inspo for this one was this dress on pinterest which i tracked to the brand ganni and then found they no longer made.

say no to drugs, chay (third outfit) - okay so i wanted this outfit to be like. a wake up call to chay. the first time chay sees kim in a skirt, and the first time chay realises that maybe kim is a little dangerous. it's alexander mcqueen (ofc it is) and actually in the time between me drawing this and posting it, someone actually wore the skirt from this look on the red carpet. it's the spring 2023 rtw collection, look 24. salma hayek wore the skirt to the 2023 brits here.

the youtuber apology video fit (fourth outfit) - the brief here was "kim forcibly bolting on hinges". the idea was to kind of soften her mafia edges but leave the cornerstones of how she dresses for that very much there. so, dress, hair up, but much more relaxed. this outfit is from tommy hilfiger's spring 2023 rtw collection, specifically look 17.

onto chay:

chay was really hard to start with, i'm going to be real. i think the sum total for my notes when i started was just one word: dungarees? as i drew more of her i started to think of her as someone who thrifts and then alters a lot of her clothes. i wanted colour and patterns, and i suffered for them. by god did i suffer.

a few lil headcanons i have about her:

i think chay probably finds it easy to be considered cute and hard to move out of that box. i think there's a part of chay that wants to be sexy the way porsche is (ESPECIALLY if this is a fem!porsche universe) but doesn't know how to go about trying to achieve that. she had to ask yok how to teach her how to apply eyeliner bc porsche doesn't know how to and doesn't care to learn.

i think the role of like, female role model/influence in chay's life is later taken up by fem!kinn, who is full of the kind of advice porsche would be horrified to hear given to her precious baby sister.

chay has short hair because when she had long hair porsche was obsessed with getting her the right shampoos and conditioners and stuff to take care of it (probs based on some internalised stuff from when porsche was at school and girls would mock her for her split ends) so chay just puts a stop to that by cutting all her hair off and it turns out she kind of likes it? so she keeps it.

casual outfits

i drew all these patterns myself. from scratch. you're welcome.

green dungarees (first outfit) - the reference image is here. this was the first look i drew and also the moment i realised how stupid i was to choose a "fun" foot pose for chay. this caused no end of suffering going forward.

orange dungarees (second outfit) - ref here. here i started to regret the pattern aspect of my chay design. also those messy canvas ankle boots killed me to draw. they were so hard.

sweater vest (third outfit) = MORE FUCKING PATTERNS. i also had a reference for this one somwhere but i was drawing this whilst playing dnd so i think it just got lost.

special outfits

school uniform (first outfit) - i did a bit of looking into school uniforms in thailand and from what i can tell they basically all look very similar. idk if the lilac shirt + navy skirt combo is standardised for girls but it was pretty much all i found when i went looking. also she has a long skirt because when she and porsche bought it for her, they bought a really big one that she could wear all through school.

one (1) smart dress (second outfit) - the idea here is that this is the one smart item of clothing that chay has, and it's the one-size-fits-all-occasions dress. it's dark so it can be worn to funerals. it's somewhere between business and formal so it can be worn to both those kinds of occasions. it was based on this dress i found on pinterest.

going to a concert with friends (third outfit) - i... just wanted to put chay in a bucket hat? yeah that's all i have. no ref. just my mind.

porsche's first paycheque present (fourth outfit) - the idea here was that after getting some money from the whole mafia thing, porsche buys this as a present for chay. maybe it's a dress chay's always looked at when they walk past it in a shop window? this is a slight tweak on this dress by alaia. the original's like £2k which i cannot picture porsche and chay spending on a dress but shhh it's fine.

post-kim

these are the outfits from after the whole kim debacle goes down. i just really wanted to draw goth chay. and really, who wouldn't?

break-up era #1 (first outfit) - at this point i was just having way too much fun. the pattern took for-fucking-ever on the skirt though, because i thought i'd just cheekily re-use the dungaree flower pattern with colour changes but oh no that didn't work at all. i had to edit it so much. the reference is here. here her hair is freshly dyed blue, and she's given herself a little heartbreak undercut. you go girl.

say no to drugs chay (second outfit) - this is what chay is wearing when kim points at that rando in the club who offers chay drugs. you see all of the goth reference images i was finding were just too clean-cut and employable, you know? so torn fishnets it was. the refence i found for this is here but i changed it up bc i couldn't see chay wearing a little nightdress to go clubbing no matter how heartbroken she was.

visiting mum (third outfit) - in this one, in my head, chay has dyed her hair back to normal, but she's still got the undercut, so she straightens her hair and pins a little of it over the short bit to try and appear a little more normal chay to her mum. very simple outfit, no refs.

family portrait (fourth outfit) - there's a part of me which delights in this implied scenario because i just think it's funny if chay and kim are posing for a family portrait with kinnporsche and chay's ready to ignore the fuck out of kim and pretend like she doesn't care about her staring but then kim is in full-hide-any-weakenesses mode because korn's there so now chay's the one staring. relationship status: it's very awkward. anyway fashion wise i wanted two things from chay's outfit: for it to be simpler than any of the theerapanyakuls' and for it to be in a lighter shade of porsche's colour (blue). the reference was this cool dress i found on pinterest.

[exhales] is that everything? i think that's everything. obligatory tag for @yeetlegay bc i know they like to see the fem!kinnporsche content.

big shoutout to mort (tagged earlier), @antique-forvalaka, @luckydragon10, and @dr-lemurr for art troubleshooting and cheerleading duties.

everything was drawn in clip studio paint, which i cannot recommend enough. if you want more detailed info abt that side of things, send me an ask.

#kaputt suffers in art #kinnporsche #kinnporsche art #fem!kinnporsche art #i was originally planning on working on vegas and pete next but then the build stuff came out and kind of axed that plan #i just don't feel comfortable drawing the guy's face rn #i've been toying with recasting f!pete to get around that but i haven't found anyone i want to draw yet #anyway i just realised i didn't put my signature on a bunch of these one second just screaming #okay phew done

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Cant stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- SMUT FIC p1(?)

SMUT FIC-MINORS DNI- All ‘important’ characters are 18+!

warning; slightly dubcon due to drugged sex, only Harry is drugged (he fully aware about what's going on and is consensual (both parties are), but its still drugged sex) basically sex pollen smut but its sex potion, SMUT, unprotected sex (don worry (y/n) is on birth control), rough sex, first times, hella swearing and dirty talk. note, i think this is my best work yet lol

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Chubby!reader-no fem pronouns used but using female anatomy cuz this is fully self-indulgent, im still very much getting used to writing smut so i’ll be sticking with fem biology for a bit longer until i’m fully comfortable writing that, then I’ll start experimenting.

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Thiiiis was not how you were expecting your night to go. It was just supposed to be a normal senior trip for Auradon prep, it really was. With all the vks and aks hanging out on the royal cruise ship. But now here you were, standing right in front of your cabin door, holding it open with one hand as Harry fucking Hook stood on the other side, his face flushed entirely red and he was…god he was panting. “shit-can-can I come in?” Harry said breathlessly, god he sounded so-“yes-yes” you stuttered out, forcefully interrupting your train of thought. You stepped to the side, letting Harry into your cabin which was luckily only inhabited by you.

God his eyes, they were usually the brightest blue but now they resembled storm clouds, dark with…fuck-was he?- “Are you okay?” you asked Harry, once again interrupting your train of thought; not daring to touch him as he leaned against the support beam that sat in the corner of your cabin, his legs shaking and-oh god did he have a fucking- “No” Harry whined pitifully and god the way he sounded just sent shivers down your spine. “some-something's wrong n’ -fuck- everything hurts”

“Hurts?” you asked quietly, if he was hurt, why would he come to you? One of the regular kids of Auradon prep? Why not go to Uma? Or hell to the medical team on the ship? “Oh shit what-what hurts?” Harry looked up at you, his cheeks a nice dark red and he glanced down at his pelvis, glancing away when you followed his gaze. “i-wha?” you flushed bright red; he was hard, and it looked to be painfully so, the fabric of his sleep pants twitching every once in a while. ”what’s happening to you?”

“I dunno” Harry rasped, his entire body shuddering with arousal, heat pulsing through his body so intensely it hurt. “i-I woke up like an’ hour ago in me room, just-well-“ he shrugged, gesturing his hand in a way that made it clear what he meant, hard. He continued to attempt to explain his last hour awake “and well-I tried ta’ rub one off but-fuck nothing worked, it just got worse and hurt more an’ then-then” his face turned bright red, glancing away from you, his nostrils flaring “I-fuck I smelled somethin’ that just-shit made me even harder n’ when I went ta look for tha’ thing it-it” Harry swallowed, harshly, his eyes consumed with lust “it led me ta you”

You?....YOU?! why would a -obviously some sort of -lust spell or something-lead Harry right to you, and why would your scent make him even harder?! What the hell?! It was no secret to anyone who knew you that you had a major crush on the son of hook…maybe much more than a crush. You were snapped out of your thoughts again when Harry practically crumbled to the floor, breathing heavily in short bursts and drool starting to leak down his cheek, his eyes glassy and cheeks burning even brighter.

“loo’k ah dunnae kinn how or why this-whatever thi’s is-led me ta yeh by yer fucking scent or some shit” Harry shuddered again, the cabin somehow was fucking filled with your scent, the shampoo you used, the body wash, the candles set by your bed, the detergent you used for your clothes, your perfume/cologne, everything just set something off in him. something that wanted to ravish you until you couldn’t speak, trapped underneath his body helpless and needy for him; just like he felt for you.

God, he didn’t even know your fucking name. “I wouldn’t fucking dare ta’ ask this of yeh darlin’ if there was any other choice” Harry rasped out, the name he had bestowed upon you made you shiver, making you almost give into the temptation and jump him “but yer the only one that caught this-things-attention, I don’t think this’ll go away normalllly” his word extended as pain thrummed through his body, starting at his pelvis and sparking up his back, god it hurt so fucking bad.

Harry panted as the intense body cramp passed, looking up at you with glassy eyes “Darlin’ please-help meh, I hate ta take-take advantage of yeh fer somethin’ like this but- I won't even bother-hahh” he let out a breathy moan, a drop of drool hitting his knee as he crumbled further into the floor from both pain and intense arousal. “fuck-I won't bother yeh ever again, fuck I’ll get ye something nice ta make up fer this-but-“ he shuddered again, tears of pain at the edge of his eyes “help me, please.”

You stared at him for a long moment, fuck-he thought he was taking advantage of you? Because of the-whatever it was-leading him to you? Fuck more like you were taking advantage of it, being very sexually attracted to the damn handsome pirate. Harry looked right into your eyes, his glassy dark blue eyes practically begging you to help him come. You took a long, deep sigh. You took a single step, then another, then another, until you were standing over Harry's crumpled body; he stared up at you, breath becoming rapid and uneven. God, you smelled so fucking good he wanted to just have you, keep you, devour you.

Fuck.

You kneeled in front of him, tilting your head just so “Just so you know, my name is (y/n)” you whispered, and Harry surged forward, his impossibly soft and plush lips capturing yours “(y/n)” he purred into your mouth as he pulled away for just a moment “God that's feckin' hot.” Fuck-he thought your name was hot-was this a dream? It had to be. But damn it felt so real, his lips felt so real as they pressed a searing kiss to your lips, all the pain and arousal he had been feeling pushed into it, his nimble hand curled around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

“Fuck yer so soft, so sweet, god ye smell so good” Harry continued to mutter into your mouth as he pulled away from each breath-stealing kiss, his hands wandering all over your body which was only covered by a t-shirt and sleep pants. You took a shuddering breath when Harry pulled away again, giving you a small chance to regain your senses as Harry’s lips traveled down to your jaw and neck, his teeth scraping against the suddenly sensitive skin.

“Harry” you breathed out, gasping as he suddenly shoved you to the floor, his eyes almost consumed by his dilated pupils, a dangerous smirk on his lips, his slightly sharp teeth peeking out behind his darkened lips "I’m giv’n' you an out righ’ now (y/n)” Harry rasped, leaning down so close to you, you could smell him “one word, all yeh need, and I’ll leave righ’ now.” God his eyes were so pretty, you could look into them forever, get lost in that stormy ocean blue.

Wait what did he say? You weren’t listening. You looked up at him, just blinking. Harry pressed his forehead into yours, his breath ghosting across your lips “last chance before anythin’ happens, and I cannot guarantee I can stop after we start” he almost sounded afraid, he didn’t want to hurt you or do something that you didn’t like. He wasn’t at all experienced in the world of sex but-dammit he knew consent was key and he wanted to give you that.

You just kissed him, and that was all he needed, his hips pressed into yours, and you let out a shocked moan into his lips; feeling his hardened dick throb with each pulse of his heart. God he felt big, thank god you preferred using thicker toys instead of the smaller/normal stuff. You lifted your hips, helping Harry get some relief from the pain as you carefully rubbed your pulsing core against him. Harry let out a shuddering sigh, pulling away from the kiss to look down between your body; his hips already starting to meet yours in a sexual dance “fuck-“ Harry groaned, almost flopping completely on you and wrapping his arms around you, grinding against you. “fuck fuck fuck, dammit you already feel so fucking good, thank you-thank you” he kissed your neck, scraping his teeth against your skin as he dry humped you.

You let out a muttered response to his thanks, rutting back into Harry’s hips before it wasn’t enough for him anymore. He sat up abruptly, grabbing your body with all too much ease (boi lives and works on a pirate ship BOI IS JACKED)and standing on wobbly legs, walking over to your bed and setting you down not all that gently. You bounced as you landed, almost squeaking as Harry’s rough and nimble hands explored your body once again, pulling off your sleep clothes in fumbling and desperate motions. You sat up to help him slide off your shirt, Harry’s eyes catching on the soft curves of your shoulders and waist, he studied the way your stomach smoothed out into your hips and thighs, your skin so soft under his touch.

He leaned down, trailing his lips against your hips and stomach, his tongue licking up your waist until it reached your breast, his mouth latching into your hardened nipple as you shivered from the intensity of it. He whispered your name against your skin, like a prayer to the gods, and you took a deep sudden breath; god you had imagined your name on his lips like that for so long.

This had to be a fucking dream. It had to be, something like this would never happen to you. You decided to just enjoy it, it wouldn’t be the first time you had dreamed up something like this involving Harry. Soon your pants followed your shirt, landing on the floor behind Harry. Harry stood, staring down at you with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly; you almost matched him with how hard you were breathing. Harry suddenly pulled your underwear off, your soaked core exposed to the cold air of the cabin. “fu-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Harry's hot and wet mouth met your core, his tongue diving into you as his thumb rubbed your clit “Harry!” you cried out, your hand reaching down to grab his soft and curly hair, bucking your hips against his mouth.

God, this felt 1000x times better than any clit toy you had ever used, this was such a good fucking dream. Harry’s tongue left you and you whined, back arching as his fingers were shoved into you, all three dripping with his spit; his mouth replacing his thumb on your clit. You were so aroused there was little to no resistance for his fingers, his long and thin fingers doing wonders in unraveling you. “Harry-Harry” you repeated his name as if you were a broken record, the heat in your face reaching down to your entire body, sighing as Harry pulled his fingers out.

You watched as Harry pulled off his sleep shirt and then pulled off his pants, his boxers going with his clothes, landing right next to yours. And-oh god he was so pretty, it was easy to see he had worked on a pirate ship for years now, he was toned, every bit of him defined and carved by the gods. He stroked his cock and oh my god it was-oh fuck you were going to be sore in the morning. It had to be 7 inches, and god-two inches thick. You swallowed, letting Harry maneuver your body and legs as he lined himself up; rubbing the purple-tipped head of his dick against the folds of your vagina.

He looked into your eyes, and smirked, pushing in with one swift motion, his eyes snapping shut as he felt your hot soft walls envelop him. In an instant, his body cooled down, allowing a moment of relief before it came back twice as hot and painful. He let out a pained/lustful moan and started to fuck you, it was simple at first, a simple pace; the sound of your wet cunt suctioning around Harry’s cock echoing through the cabin.

Your breath was suddenly gone as Harry pressed down into you, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as his hands pinned your wrists to the bed “fuck fuck fuck” Harry growled, gods he sounded like an animal in heat; his hips hammered into yours, the sound of your cunt being abused getting even louder. You couldn’t even moan, your breath trapped in your chest as Harry fucked you-no, he didn’t fuck you, he used you; right now you were just a cock sleeve for him, something for him to get off with.

A means of relief.

And goddammit if that wasn’t a wet dream of yours.

“Ah-ah-ah!” you panted out, drool leaking down the side of your mouth as Harry fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your thighs and ass, the sound only turning you on even more; and it seemed to be the same for Harry. He bit your shoulder, moaning so loudly you would be afraid someone would hear the two of you if you weren’t so sure this was a dream or so lost in the pleasure.

Your first orgasm came fast and hard, the feeling of Harry’s cock slamming against your g-spot was just too much, heat and fireworks exploding within your body as the coil building in your gut snapped, you clenched hard around Harry, soaking him even further in your cum.

Harry let out a stuttered groan, coming to a full stop as he came, right inside you; filling you up in a way that shouldn't've been anatomically impossible. You gently pulled your hand free from Harry’s grip to feel around below, a sound of confusion making itself known as you felt his cum leaking out from you. God that was some porn shit.

Harry stared down at you, still panting, still in pain. He grunted as another cramp rushed through his body and he pulled out of you when it passed, flipping you over and pulling your hips up; ignoring your sputtering words and sliding back into you, choking on his breath as you clenched down on him; still coming down from your previous high. He practically overtook you with his body, his arms wrapped around your waist and hips as he fucked you like an animal in heat, his hips hammering into you like there was no tomorrow.

You could feel your combined cum dripping down from your core and landing on your intertwined heels, each thrust from Harry pushed out more and more cum, until every bit of your thighs and ankles were soaked with it. You couldn’t even breathe, each thrust taking it out of you as Harry used you again. God-how long would it take for him to lose stamina? How many times would he have to cum to regain his senses?

Fuck this was the best dream ever, 10/10 brain.

Harry moved his hips in the slightest way, sitting up on his knees, and then you were seeing stars. Each thrust knocked you out of consciousness for a split second, ecstasy flooding through your body as your front half went completely limp, panting moans pushing from your chest with each slap of Harry’s hips against your ass.

Soon enough your 2nd orgasm came crashing through you, not as intense as the first but you still came hard, clenching around Harry in such a way that he came again as well, this time he fucked you through it, even more of his cum filling you up. Again it-should’ve been impossible with how much there was; but-dream logic you supposed.

You gently pushed Harry away, your hand on his chest; forcing him to pull out. His eyes were still dark, still completely bound by whatever it was in his body “i-I need a moment” you panted, turning to lay on your side, Harry's cum leaking out and down your thigh; pooling on your once clean sheets. Harry shook his head, some of the light returning to his eyes, and he nodded. Kneeling on the bed next to you and taking your chin, tilting your head up to look you in the eyes “Are you okay?” he asked, voice strained as if he was struggling to control himself, and you nodded.

“yeah, just-came twice in less than five minutes, need a moment to rest down there” you muttered, gasping as Harry moved you to rest against your pillows, head sitting right in front of his still hard cock, the tip no longer purple but an angry red. Damn how many times was he going to have to cum to flush his system?!? But you knew this was a way to help him while taking a small break, you opened your mouth, letting your tongue drop out with it.

Harry slid his cock into your mouth, his head tipping back at the feeling of you, he slowly started to thrust into your mouth, being much less rough with it than your cunt. You sucked around him, resting your hands on his hard thighs, bobbing your head in time with his thrusts. “god, fuck yer mouth is just as good as yer fuckin’ cunt” Harry groaned, finally able to speak through the cloud of arousal. “so fucking wet n hot” he grabbed your head, not pushing you into his hips but simply holding you.

God you could taste yourself on him, and his cum dripped off at the base of his shaft, and you could feel your cunt pulse with want. G’damn, what a wonderful dream, and thank god it was, the soreness you would feel in the morning if it wasn’t. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged slightly, tears at the edge of your eyes, he pulled back slightly, staring down at you in slight worry before the-whatever it was-took effect again and he thrust into your mouth, still not rough, but just using your mouth as his new cock-sleeve.

You sucked hard once and Harry groaned, leaning over your body to brace himself on the wall behind your bed, his cum flooding into your mouth, you didn’t even have time to swallow it, it spilled out the sides of your mouth and dripped down your chin. Harry, realizing you were going to choke on his cum, pulled out. You gasped as more cum hit your face and Harry closed his eyes, clenching his jaw so hard it hurt.

You noted it wasn’t as much cum as inside your cunt, maybe that meant he was flushing whatever it was out of his system. As you examined your chest, which was now covered in Harry’s cum; Harry started down at you, panting still. Fuck you looked so hot covered in him, it was all over your face and chest, still leaking out of your cunt and covering your thighs.

Harry rolled his neck, feeling another wave of heat overcoming his body, much less intense this time, but still hotter than anything he had ever felt. He had to get this shit out, and luckily, he had control of himself this time. He gently lifted your legs to where he could slide below them, your thighs resting on top of his; his cock resting in front of your cunt, which was all too ready to accept him again.

He looked into your eyes, leaning forward and kissing you, tasting himself on your lips and tongue. He slid in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt, god you were still so fucking soft and warm, still so tight around him after 2 rounds of hard fucking.

You moaned softly as Harry rocked into you, he was finally in control of his own body again, no longer clouded by an unending wave of pain and arousal that he was practically forced to fuck you so hard you couldn’t breathe. It was still a solid pace that sent shivers up your spine with each thrust but now you could actually breathe and respond to Harry’s motions. “ah~ Harry~” you moaned, your head hitting the bed frame as Harry gripped your hips, staring down at the space where the two of you connected.

He whispered out your name, once again as if it was a prayer to the gods; and you melted, sinking further into Harry and allowing him to go even deeper.

This continued on for another three rounds, each gentler than the last until both you and Harry were laying on your sides, his cock gently rocking into you, the tip brushing against your g-spot as his fingers played with your clit, his mouth was on your ears and neck, leaving dark and bruising marks that had accumulated throughout the night. You both came for the last time, a slow blooming pleasure that burned into a searing flame that turned to smoke.

Harry came inside you one last time, it finally being a normal human amount of cum. He gently pulled out, his cock finally soft; he was exhausted, panting and aching everywhere. But he knew he would not be able to compare to how you would feel in the morning. He had never had sex before but some of the crew and Uma had-and god the way they sometimes complained about how they couldn’t walk the next day or even just an hour afterward.

So he forced himself to stand up, walking to your connected bathroom on wobbly legs and grabbing a few soft towels and then finding a change of sheets. He got you cleaned up with warm damp towels, then used a cold one to cool down your body, resting a fresh cool one on your soon-to-be aching vagina. He cleaned up his several messes, got dressed, replaced the sheets, and rinsed out the sheets so the cleaning crew wasn’t traumatized the next day.

He gently took your body from the plush couch that sat in front of the tv and set you back on your bed, licking his lips nervously as he glanced between you and the door. He couldn’t just leave you, not after what you did for him. but he didn’t want to just-sleep next to you? Well he did, but…fuck. He settled for the pullout bed that was hidden in the couch, rubbing his face as he came to terms with what he had done for…god the last two hours?

He looked at the clock, sucking on his teeth. Nearly two hours of the night were spent fucking you. He fell back on the pull-out bed, staring up at the ceiling before falling asleep; a small smile on his lips as he recalled what you tasted like.

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You woke up hours later, the sun already high in the sky, so very fucking sore and aching everywhere. It hurt to breathe. You sat up sluggishly, wincing at the pulse between your legs. You lifted the blanket to check what was wrong, only to see…you were in a new pair of sleep shorts and a plain t-shirt…these weren’t the clothes you put on before you fell asleep, and these sheets were…clean, like brand new just changed clean.

Oh-oh shit- you whipped your head around, looking for any sign of the handsome pirate. Only to find none, minus the pile of damp towels resting in the sink. “no way last night was real” you muttered, wincing again, your voice was just gone. Nothing but a raspy tone of a well fucked throat. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit!

You whipped around again as someone knocked on your door, in the exact same pattern as last night. You stood up quickly, yelping as your legs immediately gave out and you hit the floor, almost crying from the pain shooting up your legs and hips “(y/n)!” Harry called out, sounding very worried “Are ye okay?! That sounded like a nasty fall!” you just grumbled; face completely flushed from embarrassment. From both falling and the realization that what happened last night wasn’t a dream. You crawled over to the door and unlatched it, scooting back on your butt as Harry stepped through, a plate full of food in one hand and a small bottle in the other. “Oh shit, (y/n)” Harry said in a rush, setting down the two, no three-a water bottle that he had held in his armpit-, items on the nightstand and picking you up, carrying you back over to the bed and setting you down “fuck-I’m so sorry (y/n), I-i-“ Harry stuttered, and you could see panicked tears at the corners of his eyes. He hurt you, fuck he had hurt you-he didn’t want that-he had no control over how hard he was but god dammit!

“Hey” your raspy voice broke through his whirlwind of thoughts, and he looked back up at you, his lips dropping open at your soft smile and kind eyes “it was great, I liked it, and you didn’t have control; also that was five rounds, im bound to be sore after that even if you weren’t rough.” your voice got quieter with each word and Harry quickly grabbed the water bottle and the small bottle he had gotten from Uma. He handed both to you and you gulped down the water, the icy coolness feeling wonderful on your torn throat.

You looked down at the pills as you recapped the bottle, tilting your head at them, you had never seen them before, and they were unlabeled. “Got those from Uma” Harry said, grabbing the bottle again and opening it for you, dropping one into his hand and holding it out to you. “tis’ like a healing potion but-a pill, Uma made it for ‘er own” Harry made a vague gesture between the two of you then out the door “adventures” you smiled, that was so sweet of Harry to get you something to make sure you would be comfortable. You took the pill with a swig of water, and you sighed in relief; the pill immediately took effect.

All the aches washed away, and the soreness in your hips and core disappearing, it all felt like a nice refreshing dip in the pool on a hot day “Better?” Harry asked, his hand on your knee, and you nodded; patting his hand.

“Much,” you said, voice restored. Harry grinned, his eyes that wonderful bright ocean blue once more. He patted your knee, your hand bouncing with his hand at the gesture and he stood, walking over to the damp rags in the bathroom sink and stuffing them into a cloth bag, setting them by the door then turning back to you “so-yer…ye liked that?” Harry asked, as If you liking how he fucked you was a surprise. And you nodded, shrugging as you did.

“yeah, um-kinda was a fantasy of mine to be used like that so, now I know I’m very into it” you chuckled, drinking some more of the water as Harry turned bright red “where’d you learn how to it by the way? You’re a damn good fuck” Harry pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Never learned anything’, tha’ was me first time” you spit out the water, Harry leaping back in surprise, his eyes almost as wide as yours “you-me-what?!” you yelled, Harry’s hands suddenly covering your mouth to shut you up. “shhhh” Harry shushed you, pulling his hands away when your voice died out behind them “no, no-I've never-I, that…I was a virgin till last night” Harry muttered, almost embarrassed as he glanced away, then back at you “is-is tha’ a bad thing?”

You shook your head, no, being a virgin wasn’t a bad thing, nor was it to have lots of sex. You just thought-with how he looked-how he acted-how all the boy attracted isle kids talked about him “i-I just-assumed, I mean, with how some of the isle kids talk about you-I thought you were like-…I assumed you were one to get around, not that that's bad either, just…” you shrugged, unable to find any other way to say it.

Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his head “Aye…uh, yeah. Never had it, wasn’t exactly-interested honestly, well-I have been interested before but I never partook cause it could’ve been used ‘gainst me n’ stuff so…never did it.” Harry started at you, licking his lips nervously “it-it wasn’t how I imagined losing me virginity, I always kinda wanted ta’ give it ta’ someone I love n trust but…yeah, tha’ happen’d” Harry shrugged, glancing off to the side and suddenly you felt horrible, but…it wasn’t your fault, was it? You didn’t make Harry inconsolably horny and need relief from you, you just happened to be who he was attracted to under that…whatever it was. But you felt pissed for him, whoever had-done that to him-took away his choice, and gods if you ever got your hands on them.

“you did a damn good job for a first time” you said, hoping to give him a bit of comfort, and it worked; he smiled, that pretty smile that had your knees buckling. “like-hot damn, you must have some damn good instincts for sex” Harry shrugged and laughed, not really knowing what had been going on to make him like that, he was aware of every part of it, but after you gave him your consent, it was like he was put on the back burner, something much more…animalistic taking the front seat.

Harry stood; arms crossed. “so uh” he started, suddenly feeling very awkward “um…thank yeh, fer helpin’ me through that” you smiled and nodded, about to speak but Harry continued “whenever ye want me ta get ye somethin’ nice or-whatever, jus uh, hit me up…n…yeah-thank yeh” Harry smiled at you one last time, and then left the room. leaving you alone with the magic healing pills, a plate of food, and an empty water bottle.

You guessed that was it then, a dream come true that ended all too abruptly the next day. You sighed, rubbing your face. You hadn’t expected anything after, honestly, and he did promise to never bug you again. But…god you did kinda hope for something more to come out of this, even if it was just an awkward friendship.

But you guessed you and Harry Hook wouldn’t interact again, not until you asked for the nice thing he promised. That was fine, you told yourself, he was his own person, and just because he asked you to let him use you, he was in no way obligated to become close to you.

Looks like it was time to go back to the toys. It was a damn shame, Harry put even those toys to shame. You brushed away the thought, it was over and done now, Harry wouldn’t be knocking at your door ever again to ask you to have sex with him. Not unless whatever it was came back around and attracted him to you again.

Pffft, ch-eah right. Like that would ever happen.

-later that night-

God dammit again?!

-end of part 1(?)-

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@sephiralorange​ 

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[yeetlegay]

Thinking about fem KP where Kinn gets Porsche in her lap and fingerfucks her through multiple orgasms with her face buried in Porsche’s tits the whole time

#IDK I’M JUST THINKING #ABOUT PORSCHE’S NOISES #AND KINN HALF-SMOTHERING HERSELF IN PORSCHE’S T1DDIES UNTIL SHE’S LIGHTHEADED #kinnporsche