"What's His Problem 💀" -🐤

For khuntober day 11 ^^

Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.

Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.

When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -

"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."

Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –

"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."

"Are you well?"

Bam looked at him. Was he well?

Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–

"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.

Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.

10 / there's something inside me.

Khun is learning with Bam how to hoard powers

sleep tight

team rakkhunbam, icons that you are,

so often when I see people say, "I hate my writing" it's less about the writing itself and more about the fact that its theirs.

that's not bad writing, babe. it's self-hatred. ❤️

tower of god season 3

Originally posted on Twitter Sep 1, 2022.

Summary: Power bottom Bam (NSFW)

Bam squirmed with little gasps and breathy moans as his fingers dug into the comforter under him. The heat made his skin prickle as the sweat rolled off his skin. The attention he was receiving made him feel dizzyingly, breathlessly, overwhelmingly good—and yet, it was not enough. It was because Khun was going slow. So frustratingly slow.

“More, Khun-ssi,” he whined, grabbing a handful of Khun’s hair and pushing down to make him take more into his mouth. The hand that had been gripping his hip tightened and the fingers inside him curled against his sweet spot.

Bam arched off the bed with a trembling gasp, pleasure surging through him so deliciously. He was twitching in Khun’s mouth, so close to spilling over, but he had been that close for a good while already. It was because Khun, that bastard of a lover, delighted in watching him teeter on the edge until he was an incoherent mess.

Khun pulled off him with a wet pop and Bam sunk into the bed with another whine. He wanted to wipe that Cheshire grin off his face, and you know what? Maybe he will.

Bam grabbed the tie that hung loosely from Khun’s neck and tugged hard. Their mouths clashed together painfully, and it was enough to distract Khun so he could flip him onto his back. Bam sat up so he could look down at him triumphantly from his place over him.

“What are you doing?” Khun asked as Bam’s fingers deftly unlatched his belt and pants, and pulled on the zipper. He lifted his hips to help Bam shove his pants and boxers down enough to get at what he’d been begging for. “Taking what I want since you won’t give it to me.”

Khun lifted his eyebrows, his hands framing Bam’s thighs as he lined himself up. “Oh? And what would that be?”

The smirk was shaken off his face when Bam dropped down, taking his whole length in one movement. Khun cursed under his breath, fingers digging into muscular thighs flexed as they lifted.

“You,” Bam answered in a sigh, keeping his eyes locked on Khun’s as he dropped down again.

Khun gritted his teeth, hissing through his teeth. “Ah—ah, B-Bam, slow down…” But Bam was merciless with his brutal pace, enjoying how he was draining the sanity out of Khun.

“No,” growled Bam. He tangled his fingers in Khun’s hair, enjoying how his eyes fluttered with every tug, how his thighs trembled every time he took him down to the hilt, and how weak his hands were when they tried to push him to slow down.

“I’m not gonna play by your rules tonight,” Bam murmured against his lips. He tugged on Khun’s bottom lip with his teeth, pulling a groan from him, trying to keep him in his palm.

“Are you sure about that?” There was a little mischievous glint in those dark blue eyes before Khun wrapped his arms around Bam’s waist and pulled him close enough to restrict the movement.

Bam wasn’t deterred though, and he kept rocking his hips, grinding down and taking advantage of the lack of space between them to chase more friction.

“Fuck, you’re relentless,” panted Khun.

“Don’t tease me so much next time,” pushed back Bam.

It didn’t take much more until Bam was moaning into his neck, spilling between them, trembling as nails dug into the flesh of his ass to keep him bouncing a couple more times until Khun was grunting in his ear, filling him to the brim.

They fell back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other’s arms, slowly catching their breaths while enjoying each other’s closeness.

“Mmm, sorry,” mumbled Khun, his fingers drawing lazy circles on Bam’s back.

“S’okay, I still love you.” Bam slipped off to the side, scrunching up his nose at the slick sliding out of him, but too tired to get up.

Khun’s chest shook as he chuckled, his hand stilling on Bam’s hair. “I would hope you still did. I love you too.”

So…

Does AO3 have a plan if queer content get ban in the usa ? Like… they allow everything that is allowed per USA’s law so if they don’t (and even if they do) I strongly advise that y’all download all the queer fic you can…