"Fucking... asshole..." Dunk cursed under his breath, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Joong leaned in, voice low and vicious against his ear. "That's right," Joong growled, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into Dunk with increasing force. "I am fucking an asshole." For generations, the Boonpraserts and Aydins have stood side by side-two of Thailand's most powerful dynasties, bound by legacy, empire, and an unspoken promise to protect each other's interests. Now, that promise is becoming permanent through the upcoming marriage between the Aydin heir and the Boonpraserts' only daughter. Joong Archen Aydin is everything an heir should be: elegant, obedient, and impossibly perfect-the golden son shaped by legacy and expectation. Dunk Boonprasert, on the other hand, is chaos incarnate. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. The black sheep his family tries to hide behind polished smiles and public image. The two have been enemies since childhood-locked in a lifelong war of petty sabotage, brutal words, and fights that always turned ugly. But everything changes the night Dunk decides to give in to a moment's vulnerability and sleeps with Joong. His sister's fiancé. His lifelong nemesis. The one person he should have never touched.

Three best friends, brought together by a concert, now live happily together until a storm suddenly hits one of them. Phuwin Tang, 29 years old, a professional surgeon working in Bangkok, finds himself trapped in a contract marriage with a lawyer, Pond Naravit, who is his father's business partner's son. As the marriage progresses, the story delves into the lives of Phuwin, Santa, and Est, exploring their details. The main story is @somtanfics my best' fraind 😌 Read the full FF to find out more Ff contains mpreg if your uncomfortable just ignore it Thank you 🎀

Warming ⚠️ This story contains power imbalance, strict and controlling behavior, and emotional pain. Some scenes may include harsh words and uncomfortable situations. Reader discretion is advised. "Love doesn't begin softly... sometimes, it's born from pain." Est, a respected and feared CEO, runs one of the biggest companies in the country. Cold, demanding, and distant, he keeps everyone at arm's length. William, a brave young graduate, struggles to support his sick mother and little sister. For weeks, he's been trying - and failing - to get a job at Est's company. One day, as Est leaves the building, William kneels before him, begging for a chance. The CEO walks away without a word... but fate has other plans. A few days later, Est makes him an unexpected offer: > "If you want to work for me... then become my husband." A marriage born from a contract - but can their hearts follow the rules? 💍

Mok had nothing in his life. Nothing, except his duty. Rome Kritdanai Arseni had everything. Everything, except his love. A mafia heir-reckless, stubborn, and far too interested in a bodyguard who should have remained nothing more than a shadow at his side. And a bodyguard who stood behind him through danger, arguments, and reckless decisions-yet never crossed the invisible line of duty. "Look at me and tell me you feel nothing," Rome whispered, his voice breaking. But Mok did not trust himself to turn back and meet Rome's eyes. So he stared ahead instead, "My feelings are irrelevant." In a world built on loyalty and power, Mok could only ever chose one: His duty. Or the man he was sworn to protect. CrossPosted On AO3

Three years of secret love, one unexpected pregnancy, and a scandal that changes everything. When Est disappears without a trace, William must confront the darkest corners of fame, family, and his own heart to find the family he refuses to lose.

It starts with a drunken night in Bangkok-two strangers meeting under neon lights, laughter, and too many drinks to think clearly. No names are exchanged. No promises are made. Just a fleeting moment that both of them assume will disappear by morning. And it does. William leaves before sunrise, chasing a future across the world. Est wakes up alone, left with nothing but a memory he can't quite explain. But weeks later, that night refuses to stay in the past. And years later, it changes everything. Four years pass in silence-until William returns to Bangkok as a global star in acting and music. Famous, admired, untouchable... and unknowingly stepping back into the life he left behind. Est knows exactly who he is now. And William is about to find out what that drunken night truly left behind. most impressive rankings: 🏆 -1 williamest 🏆-2 williamest 🏆 -3 williamest 🏆 -1 punch 🏆- 1 mpregnancy 🏆-1 wesley 🏆 -1 daouoffroad 🏆- 1 williamjkp 🏆- 1 estsupha

They were once everything to each other. Until grief turned love into blame. Phuwin walked away. Pond never moved on. Five years later, they meet again-not as lovers, but as strangers bound by a case... and a past they can't escape. Between unspoken truths, hidden pain, and two children who bring light into their broken world, they must decide- hold onto the past... or find their way back home. 1#ppnaravit 4#phuwintang 9#pondphuwin

"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝." "...𝐏𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐧." "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?" "𝐘𝐞𝐬." Pond's stomach twisted violently. The defense table suddenly felt contaminated beneath his hands. Because he was sitting here-on this side. Near the man who had hurt his husband. ♪ 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 @EliseInk. I do not own the characters nor the places or the substances used in this story. Everything is only for entertainment purposes only.

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.