Prompt Answer Originally Posted On Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Yasratcha 🍉 🐱

04/03/23

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 19, 2023.

Recipient: @Viralaine (Prompt)

Summary: A little Khunbam hurt with a side of comfort

Bam’s knee was bouncing, his fingers tight around the fabric of his pants. He would inevitably shred them—he always did—but that didn’t mean that the anticipation of the fight didn’t make him anxious.

He couldn’t care less about his stupid pants, but his friends—

They could also be shredded to pieces if he wasn’t careful. That thought made a whimper slip out, and he chastised himself quietly. There was no time to be weak. He had to stay strong; he had to be brave; he had to be—

A warm hand covered his. Bam looked up into a worried blue. “Bam.”

Bam swallowed hard. He knew that tone. He nodded.

“I know. Breathe. Clear your mind. Stay in the moment.”

Arms cradled him, and he sunk into the embrace. “I’m here for you, Bam.”

Bam closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. Khun’s scent sunk into his lungs like a balm.

“From start to finish.”

Bam wrapped his arms around Khun and held on tight. He only yearned for one thing and it was this.

“Always.”

He was safe. Khun was safe in his arms. And at the end of this war, he would come right back here.

“Always,” repeated Bam, with more confidence and finality.

2020

Originally posted on Twitter Jun 18, 2023.

Summary: Khunbam bed sharing NSFW. Originally a runaway prompt response

The heater had chosen the perfect time of night when maintenance was asleep to stop working.

Bam whined as he pulled his blanket tighter around himself. His jacket lay abandoned on the floor, flung in annoyance after it tried to suffocate him when he laid down. He curled his legs tighter against his chest, and let out another disgruntled whine.

His roommate, Khun, growled, and a bed creaked. A second later, Bam’s bed sunk, and he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty for waking him up. He felt that miserable.

“Can’t sleep?” Khun grumbled.

Fingers mussed his hair and Bam fussed. “No. I’m freezing.”

“Move over, then.”

Bam made a confused noise, wondering how they were going to fit in a bed meant for one. But Khun shoved him until he was pressed against the wall and laid down beside him. Arms wrapped around his torso and roughly pulling him back against a firm chest.

Bam blinked as the blanket was rearranged around him and Khun finally settled down. The hot air of a sigh tickled Bam’s nape, and he shivered.

“I’ll keep you warm. Now let me sleep.”

Bam swallowed the nervous lump in his throat as his body's heat skyrocketed. They were pressed snug together without any space between them. Khun’s long legs wrapped around his, his hips pressed against his rear. He could feel every breath he took and every beat of his heart.

Breathing was difficult as he laid as still as he could. He liked to sleep with his knees bent, but Khun had him locked down and he didn’t want to disturb him anymore. But maybe he was already asleep, and it would just be a quick movement. He lifted one knee and his rear pushed against something soft—

He heard a sharp gasp and Khun jerked against him, followed by a hiss, “Don’t move.”

“I can’t.” Bam whimpered. “My knees hurt.”

“The bed is too small, Bam,” grumbled Khun.

Not one to give up, Bam turned around and tried putting one leg over Khun’s hip. He wiggled around, trying to find a comfortable spot, ignoring the disgruntled grunt from his roommate. He tried bending his knees in the space between their legs, but another light gasp as he brushed against Khun told him that wasn’t going to work.

As a last resort, he draped the blanket on his back and straddled Khun. With his knees bent on either side, he laid down against Khun’s chest, and finally, let out a sigh of relief. He could feel Khun’s heart racing in his chest, tentative fingertips resting against his hips, his half-hard cock pressing against his stomach—

Bam raised his head. “Oh. I’m… sorry.”

Khun cleared his throat, fingers tapping against Bam’s hips. “Don’t think too much about it,” he muttered.

Bam nodded and laid his head back down.

Except he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His roommate liked to tease him by flirting with him until his face turned red and he couldn’t form words. Khun was a gorgeous man—and he was in the perfect position to be taken advantage of.

Bam ground down lightly, pretending he didn’t hear the gasp below him. Slowly, he could feel him firming up against him.

“Bam,” he warned. But Bam continued, grinding down a little harder, seeking his own pleasure. He kept going until the warnings sounded more like pleadings.

Bam gripped Khun’s shirt at the shoulders as he rubbed against the hard bulge straining against bottoms. He felt himself pulse hard, and he was wanted more—

“Wait, Bam, wait. I’m—”

Drunk on pleasure, Bam couldn’t wait. He moaned Khun’s name, loud and needy as he came, trembling through his orgasm.

Khun cursed under his breath as he gripped Bam’s waist, lifting his hips to keep grinding against him. After a few hard thrusts, he threw his head back with a long, low groan.

Bam fell back onto Khun’s chest with a content sigh, and he was perfectly fine with falling asleep like that, except Khun tapped his shoulder. He let out a grumble.

“I need to...clean up.” Bam grunted and didn’t move. “Hey.” Nothing.

His head spun as he was picked up and flung onto his back. And Khun was gone.

Part of him wondered if maybe he had crossed a line, but sleep beckoned him first and it sounded more like tomorrow Bam’s problem anyway. He was nearly asleep when he heard a horrible screeching. He groaned and turned over to see Khun rearranging furniture at this hour of the night.

“Khun, what are you doing?”

A bed was pushed against his. “No more distractions. I need my sleep.” He flopped down on his bed, pulled Bam into his arms, and now Bam had plenty of room to curl his legs up.

Bam let out a content sigh as he was cradled with warmth. As his consciousness was whisked away by sleep, his last thought was a fleeting hope that the heater would take another day to be repaired so they could do this one more time.

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.

tower of god season 3

writing advice: every chapter should have something that makes you, a sicko, say yeesss… hahaha… yeeesss!!! and it doesn’t quite matter what you are a sicko about but it’ll be hard to get through the chapter if nothing makes you press your face into the window

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Recipient: @ylge_ (Prompt)

Summary: Bam peeling oranges and feeding them to Khun

Bam used to hate touching citrus fruits. His hands, covered in nicks and cuts from his intense training, used to hurt so much when handling them. Nowadays, his hands were much better cared for. He borrowed Khun’s lotion often because he loved the scent of roses.

Now, he was happily peeling an orange and carefully removing the pith with care. He inspected a piece, and after making sure it looked perfect, raised it to his left. Khun’s eyes briefly darted away from his lighthouse and he leaned over. His mouth closed over the piece and he pulled away.

Bam watched him for a moment, waiting until he heard the delighted hum from Khun. He grinned to himself and started on the next piece.

Bam cherished these moments of peace. The test was still months away. They were well hidden from FUG. He finally got to train with his team.

He had time to sit next to Khun and feed him oranges while he worked on his lighthouse.

Life was good.