SMUT WARNING! (Loads & loads - cause why not?) What happens after Thee marries Peach? Nothing dramatic (though everything about Thee is dramatic) It shows their growing bondage and their love life after marriage. It's the continuation of Me and Thee series. I just felt like a more to their relationship should be shown. Especially after marriage. So, yeah~ For all the lovely people: Enjoy. I do not own any characters, but the plot belongs to mine. Let's give credits to GMMTheeV too 😁 for all their work and for making Pond and Phuwin star at it! HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 - gmmtv #2 - phuwin #2 - pondphuwin #3 - pond #3 - meandthee #7 - pondnaravit #14 - phuwin @EliseInk

Five years ago, Phuwin disappeared. Not because he was weak. Not because he gave up. But because survival demanded something unforgivable. When his child was born too early - out of love from his boyfriend, his first love - still in highschool, drowning in hospital bills and threatened by men he should never have trusted, Phuwin signed a contract with a club that promised money in exchange for his freedom. It was meant to be temporary. It became a cage. His days belong to Lina - his daughter, his reason to breathe. His nights belong to the contract he cannot break. Five years stretched. And then, he appears. Pond. His first love - his supposed boyfriend, the father of his child which he never knew, the one he thought he lost forever. The one who caused his heart to shatter years ago with a cruel bet. On his birthday. A stupid celebration. A private room. Drunken laughter. "We booked someone for you. Birthday privilege." Pond didn't expect anything. Didn't want anything. And then the door opened. Phuwin stepped inside - composed, distant, professional. He looked at Pond the way he looks at every client. "Happy birthday," he said quietly. The words shattered something in Pond's chest. Because this wasn't a stranger. This was the boy he loved. The one he broke with a cruel bet. The one he's been searching for. The father of a child he never knew existed. "No," Pond said. His friends laughed, confused. "I said no." His voice was calm now. Controlled. Dangerous. "Cancel it." He wasn't refusing the booking. He was refusing to let Phuwin stand there like he belonged to anyone else. Like he belonged here - in a bar. To serve people. Not again. ♪ This story belongs to @EliseInk All the places and scenarios are entirely belonging to my story line. Any resemblance to other stories in purely unintentional and coincidence.

Phuwin never wanted this. But wanting has never mattered in his life. An arranged marriage wasn't a choice - it was an instruction. And he's always been good at following instructions. Keep quiet. Be polite. Don't cause trouble. Don't say no. So when he's married off to Pond Naravit - a man much older, distant, unreadable - Phuwin bows his head and complies. He always complies. For Pond, it was simpler. His parents were relentless. Marriage would silence them. A convenient arrangement. A quiet spouse. No emotional mess. That was the plan. But the first time Pond sees his new husband flinch at a raised voice that wasn't even directed at him - something twists. The first time Phuwin apologizes for standing in the wrong place - it doesn't feel like obedience. It feels like damage. And Pond has seen damage before. He works cases no one else wants. Prostitution rings. Digital exploitation. Assault hidden behind screens and fake names. He spends his nights hunting men who profit from silence. Which is why it unsettles him when he starts noticing the same silence at his own dining table. Phuwin doesn't argue. Doesn't demand. Doesn't resist. He endures. And the obedience that was supposed to make this marriage easy starts tasting like guilt in Pond's mouth. Because this isn't submission. It's survival. The deeper Pond digs into his latest investigation, the more pieces start aligning - university incidents, online harassment, whispers of assault buried under shame. And the realization hits harder than any case file ever has: His husband has been surviving monsters long before he began working to hunt them down. ♪ Pond Naravit • Phuwin Tangsakyuen Boy • Boy Age Gap Arranged Marriage Mention of assault, harassment, bullying ♪ This story belongs to @EliseInk I do not own any characters or the references I have used here. This story is entirely based on imagination and any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental.

Somewhere in a small but strong village in 1940s, it took place. Pond didn't marry for love. He married because the next head of the village needed a partner. To secure his position. To prove he was ready. To give an heir. Phuwin was chosen for him. A quiet boy. No history. No resistance. Disciplined enough. Easy enough. Perfect. Head bowed. Phuwin knew what this marriage meant. He knew what was expected of him. He knew what his body could never give. He knew he could not give birth. And still- he said nothing. Because saying the truth would end everything. And silence- was safer than losing the only place he had left. But things started to look out of context when Pond spoke too careful around him, too soft - too awkward, when Phuwin knew the position of the brides in the head family is to be just bound to their husbands. Just, obedient partners. Just, heir bearers. Just, an ornament to be kept beside while running the village. ♪ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♪ Warnings: emotional distress, forced roles, power imbalance, infertility themes, explicit cultural expectations. ♪ This storyline belongs to @EliseInk. Any resemblance to existing stories, characters, or events is purely coincidental. I do not mean to disrespect or misinterpret any people's characters while writing the story. I do not intend to harm, offend, or disrespect any person, group, or community. This work is entirely fictional and created for literary purposes. Read it with an open mind.

Pond Narawit is twenty, loud, emotional, hopelessly passionate about dance, and far too young to understand marriage-or at least that's what everyone thinks. Phuwin is older, calmer, already worn down by adulthood and responsibility. After years of living for work, though once he had a wild teenage, he agrees to an arranged marriage that was supposed to be simple, practical, and emotionless. But nothing about Pond is simple. What begins as an awkward marriage between two strangers slowly turns into something neither of them expected: subway rides shared in sleepy silence, quiet dinners after exhausting days, late-night conversations, trembling first touches, and a love that grows not through grand confessions, but through care-through staying. While Pond chases his final dream on the dance stage, Phuwin finds himself pulled into the chaotic warmth of a boy who loves too loudly, cares too much, and slowly teaches him how to be loved without conditions. Yet between them lies a seven-year age gap, unfinished pasts, insecurities, jealousy, and the constant fear that their marriage was built too early, too fast, too unfairly. But somewhere between dance practices, shared mornings, and the quiet intimacy of domestic life, they begin to discover something terrifyingly beautiful ♪ This storyline belongs to @EliseInk. Any resemblance to other stories is just coincidental. Do be kind and support it.

A PondPhuwin fanfiction ♪ He was supposed to defend a criminal. That was all Pond thought it was. Another ugly case. Another rich man trying to buy his freedom. Another harassed victim reduced to statements, medical reports, and courtroom arguments. Until the victim walked into court - and it was his husband. ♪ Phuwin. The quiet man Pond had married only weeks ago, arranged. The man who still blushed when their hands touched. The man who apologized too much. The man who didn't tell him about being assaulted. Suddenly, the case stopped being paperwork. Because while the courtroom demanded evidence, Pond was forced to hear the raw truth: Phuwin had survived sexual assault. Humiliation. Fear. The kind of violence that crawls beneath skin and stays there long after bruises fade. And the worst part? Pond had been standing on the wrong side. ♪ This story belongs to me. I do not own the characters nor the places or the substances used in this story. Everything is only for entertainment purposes only.

He was just a teacher-Pond Naravit, carrying responsibilities too big for his age, working to support his younger sister while trying to stay steady in a world that rarely gave him room to breathe. Phuwin Tangsakyuen was just a student. Reckless. Untamed. The kind of boy who slept through lectures, laughed at warnings, and lived like consequences belonged to someone else. Trouble followed him-but he never bothered to run from it. And then there was Pond. The teacher who should've stayed out of his way. But Phuwin didn't. He started flirting like it was a game he couldn't lose-smirks from the last bench, careless remarks in quiet classrooms, lingering looks that said too much and nothing at all. Bold enough to test boundaries, reckless enough to ignore them. Pond told himself it meant nothing. Until it did. ♪ This storyline entirely belongs to me, and the mentions of places, things, names of people are purely coincidential. And, only the faces of the people are used, they are not related to this story in any time or place entitled. Read this story with an open mind. TOP RANKINGS #1 - blstory #2 - highschoollovestory

BOOK 2 OF RECKLESS AND RESPONSIBLE (Can be read as standalone) ♪ Seven months into the relationship, Phuwin has discovered three important facts: 1. Pond is ridiculously the only man who could handle him. 2. Pond is incapable of saying no to him. 3. Pond gets flustered every single time. Naturally, he abuses this knowledge daily. Meanwhile, Pond is trying very hard to be a responsible adult. Unfortunately, his boyfriend exists. Pond and Phuwin navigate graduation, family, summer vacations, future plans, and the increasingly difficult task of keeping Phuwin from saying the most outrageous things imaginable in public. Or private. Mostly private. ♪ This story belongs to @EliseInk. Any resemblence to any other stories, or real life situations is coincidence. I do not own any of the characters, the names of places or people, and are used here only for entertainment purposes only. Read it with an open mind.

Most couples in the pack stop at two children. The romantics reach three. Pond and Phuwin somehow reached eighteen. Nobody knows how. Well... that's a lie. Everybody knows how. The problem is that neither of them seems capable of stopping. Especially Pond. A respected Enigma who commands an entire pack, terrifies grown alphas, and makes leaders nervous with a single look. Yet somehow spends his evenings feeding strawberries to his omega, massaging swollen feet, carrying shopping bags, and apologizing for things that aren't his fault. Phuwin swears he hates being pregnant. Pond believes him. Right up until Phuwin sees a tiny baby outfit and starts talking about "just one more." ♪ HIGHEST RANK #1 gmmtv #5 pondphuwin ♪ A romantic comedy full of chaos, family, ridiculous amounts of children, and a husband whose greatest weakness has always been the omega he married at twenty. ♪ Omegaverse. MalePregnancy. Pond ↑ and Phuwin ↓ ♪ This storyline belongs to me. Any resemblence to other stories is purely fictional and do not have any intentional corellation or plagiarism.

𝐈'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡. (The letter from Khun Pond Naravit stated, dated back to 1740s, to someone named Phuwin) ♪ When news of his grandfather Pond's death reaches him, Boom was guilt filled. It doesn't just bring grief-it brings guilt. Guilt that he wasn't there with him during his final moments. Returning to a house filled with silence and ghosts of the past, Boom is handed a final request: an envelope. A name. Phuwin. A simple task-deliver it. But as Boom sets out with his grandfather's loyal butler, Aou, what begins as a duty slowly unravels into something far more complicated... and far more painful. Because some letters don't just carry words- they carry cruel truths meant to change everything. ♪ This storyline belongs to @EliseInk Any similarities with other stories is purely coincidental. ♪ P.S. Prepare your tissues. P.S. It might not be the best work of mine, but I do hope to improve with experience.