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Stick to What You Know (Bheem Version)

(Ram version)

Alright, here is the second part. The prompt came from @rambheem, I hope you are happy with how the story turned out!

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Bheem was panicking.

Bheem was an idiot.

Bheem was calling himself every name under the sun.

Bheem was never going to hear the end of this. This did not bother him as much as it maybe should have.

What had he been thinking?!

“Ow!” He yelped as he accidentally tugged on another curl. He sighed heavily as he dropped both hands to his lap.

He was sitting on the floor of his hut. Outside, his village was buzzing as they prepared for the arrival of Ram and the others with a new batch of weapons. It would be the first time in nearly three months since Bheem had seen him. He missed him fiercely.

He tapped at the mirror in front of him, wishing the reflection would change.

He had been determined to get his hair and beard neatly styled like Ram had done for him so many months ago when Jenny had invited him to her party. She has even been kind enough not to laugh at him when he had approached her asking if she had any of that hair cream Ram had used.

Looking at the tangled nest atop his head, he had the urge to just shave it down to a buzzcut. But Ram had once said how much he liked Bheem’s curls, so different from his own straight hair.

At least his beard hard turned out properly.

Bheem groaned as he hit his head against the wall a few times. Why didn’t he just go for his usual hairstyle? Now, not only would he not be greeting Ram with the styled hair, he would be doing it with the disaster of goop and curls that had congealed unevenly.

“Anna are you - what did you do?!” Malli shrieked as she peeked into his hut.

Bheem looked at her with teary eyes. “I made a mistake Malli. And I don’t know how to fix it.”

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RRR - Honey Gold Eyes and Tiger Cubs

Hey guys, long time, no write. Real life has been really busy and I’ve just not been feeling that spark from before. I am not sure how many more stories I will manage to write for the fandom, or how many people are even reading my stories, but I did want to contribute to the Tales of the Tiger 2023 (@talesofthetigerrr) event. 

It’s really rough, and I am definitely out of practice, but I think it turned out ok in the end. Let me know what you think!

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Bheem puffed up his chest, chubby fist tightening around his small wooden stick. He adjusted the small sling bag his Amma had given him that morning. He gazed around the tall trees, craning his neck as far back as he could to see if something looked familiar. His Nana was going to be mad Bheem had wandered away. Again.

But there had been a really pretty baby squirrel. He’d just wanted to see it closer. He didn’t realize he had wandered from the group until he lost sight of the animal. And now he couldn’t find them. Oh, they were going to be very angry.

Bheem bit his bottom lip, hard. He was eight years old! He could find his way back! He was one of the best trackers. Peddanna had said so to his Nana. Bheem had heard him, even though he was actually supposed to be asleep. Peddanna said he could even become the Protector one day. Protector! Him!

Bheem had had to curl into a ball to keep from shouting from joy! Everyone knew the Protector was the strongest and bravest and cleverest and coolest person in the tribe! Everyone. So, if Bheem was going to become a Protector, he was not going to be scared. Or cry. And when he made his way back to the village all by himself, Amma would make him a big plate of laddu all for him.

He tried to retrace his steps. He had come from the direction opposite of the sun, so if he walked toward the sun, then maybe he could find his friends. He walked forward, eyes darting between the trees to see if he could catch sight of anybody.  He focused so hard on what was ahead, he forgot to also pay attention to his feet.

Accidentally stepping onto a slippery patch of mud, Bheem flailed as he fell roughly to the ground, hissing as rocks scratched his arms. He pushed himself up, falling back on his butt. He bit the inside of his cheek harder as he ran a hand over his red arm, whimpering when it made pain shoot up his arms. Moving slowly, he brushed away the tiny rock and leaves still stuck to his arms and knees.

He took in a few deep breaths, wiping away furiously at the tears in the corners of his eyes. He was not going to cry!

He reached to grab his stick, slowly rising to all fours, and then stood up. He checked that nothing had fallen out of his bag. He took a few more steps, this time, eyes firmly on the ground in front of him till he reached a more well worn dirt path. A road! If the ground was so clear that means other people must come this way often! If he just followed it, he was going to go home!

Pleased at himself, Bheem started to walk down the path.

But.

Wait.

Bheem froze midstep.

Which way was home? What if he was going further into the forest?

Nana always said it was dangerous to be alone in the forest at night, especially if you didn’t know that forest.

Bheem definitely did not know this part of the forest.

Bheem bit his lip as he swiveled his head both directions, trying to find a clue for which way led home. As he stood there trying to decide which way to go, he heard a weak whimper.

Someone else was nearly!

Could they be lost too? Bheem perked up. If he could find the other person, then surely between the two of them they could find their way home. Amma always said two heads were better than one.

“Hello?” Bheem called out.

No reply.

Maybe they hadn’t heard him.

“Hello?” Bheem shouted, cupping both hands to make himself sound louder.

A couple of birds that had been resting on a nearby tree took off, but there was no response. Bheem didn’t think he should call out again. What if he woke up a bear? Bheem had seen a bear the hunters had killed. A bear would probably step on Bheem and not realize it.

Bheem chewed on his lip. What if the other person was also hurt? Bheem was not very big, he didn’t think he could help them much. But maybe they knew the way home! And he could go home and bring help!

Amma always told him that he should try to help people as much as he could though.

Decision made, Bheem squeezed his eyes shut and listened as hard as he could.

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Fluffy Dosti headcanon time!!!! Join me for some cheese! HEADCANON PARTY, PART 8!

Akhtar STARES at Raju with those big fuckoff beautiful glimmering kajal-lined puppy dog eyes. Just STARES at him while he tells stories, fusses with his own hair, nibbles on carrots, chews his pen, etc. Raju secretly loves to catch him staring, so he doesn’t even let on. He fully pretends not to notice. Cheeky devil.

They drop little flirty compliments to each other constantly. It gets absurd. Raju will find excuses to remind Akhtar of how gorgeous his voice is, or how big and strong he is, or how he’s the sweetest man he’s ever met. Akhtar will beam at the compliments, loving the attention. Akhtar is more handsy and doting with his compliments. He’ll do shit like combing Ram’s hair back with his fingers, telling him how pretty he is. Or fussing over the stove, cooking for him, and saying “I want this to be perfect for you. Nothing brings me more joy than feeding you.”

All their hikes last longer than they plan. Every time. They think they’re gonna go out for a couple hours, maybe half a day, but they always stay out well past sunset. They just can’t stop talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company! Saying goodnight is always dramatic and difficult for both of them. They’re insufferable.

There’s an evening where Akhtar comes over to Raju’s place for dinner right after work, and his kurta is all grimy and dirty from his workday. Raju gives him a spare shirt so he can clean up before dinner, and Akhtar adores how it smells. He practically huffs it before putting it on. He keeps it on even when he goes to bed that night, not wanting Raju’s scent to leave his body.

They love to dare each other to do stupid shit. They’re like teenage boys. “Do you think you can jump over that fence?” “I bet you can’t lift that rock!” “Let’s see who can climb higher up this tree!” Absolute NONSENSE dares, that they always take, because they’re both dying to impress each other.

One night, they’re out walking later than they planned, and the wind picks up, ICY cold. Neither of them is dressed for the chill, so they huddle up close together as they walk back into the city, arm in arm. Akhtar says “I’m so glad you’re here to keep me warm” and Raju’s heart is LEAPING in his chest. “My pleasure” is all he can say. He’s so goddam in love but thinks he shouldn’t admit it.

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🍄 whispers of the heart, untold. (part 3, finale.)

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( i love them sm cannot believe this is coming to an end 😭 hopefully i do the ram's pov justice here bcz i was in bheem's pov & it's easier for me to visualise idk??? )

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the past hour or so had been a blur for ram. all he really processed was bheem, his sturdy hands carefully holding him above as they fought their way through troops.

they escaped towards the jungle, to buy some time for them before it all inevitably went down. ram's lidded eyes were focused on only one thing — bheem.

he was beautiful, even when he was all sweaty and panicked. ram's lips curled upwards as he remembered all the times they'd spent together, drifting off to another world momentarily as the jungle's calmness enveloped him.

he eyed bheem, saw his concerned eyes, lines prominent under them, brows knit up, lips bitten as he wrapped ram up in the cloth, skin tingling as they came in contact with eachother.

ram found himself yearning for those set of dark eyes to meet his own — they did a moment after. bheem looked up, unable to stop himself — even as he tried to remind himself of ram and sita's relationship — only to find ram's gaze hyperfocused on him.

bheem flushed, quickly looking down as he murmured "we'll get out of here soon, anna" and he scurried off to wash his burning face with cold water.

ram's lips curled into a lazy smile, satisfaction purring inside of him as he saw bheem go off towards the stream nearby, hands fidgeting — a habit he picked up on whenever he was flustered or nervous.

ram clenched his teeth when he sensed the british troops close in around them slowly. it was now or never.

he got up, muscles jumping in protest, which he vehemently ignored — grabbing the bow and arrow and setting off towards the unguarded bheem.

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they both lay on the ground, away from the city, hidden by the canopy of trees that lay thick and steady, as if to protect them from any outside harm.

it took awhile to regain the energy they had lost — before they got up and went to the nearby stream, dipped themselves in and staying in the freezing water as their muscles felt relief. ram propped himself up against the rock he found.

silence surrounded them, but bheem was thinking so loud, ram could hear it from how far away he was. he wished for bheem to go back to how he was before all this — carefree of his actions.

it almost felt as if the younger had to think of every little thing around ram before he even moved a finger.

ram knew, there was no way he couldn't know. it was clear as day, as clear as his own feelings — bheem too returned them. but. there was always a 'but' that stopped them both.

ram lost track of time, dozing off again under the peaks of sunrays and the sweet cuckoos of birds around. bheem seemed to notice, but he didn't say a word.

once bheem was sure his anna was asleep, he waddled near ram, taking a second to assess the elder.

he'd grown his beard, his hair a sloppy mess around his face, sticking to the skin due to it being wet.

bheem bit his lip, hand coming up and almost in a butterfly - like touch, he tucked the strands away, abit happy seeing his anna's face clearly.

he watched ram sleep, eyes shut and mouth falling open slightly, puffs of air coming out. he must be tired, bheem could tell.

his anna needed a good washing up, grease stuck to his hair, cuts littering his body and face — they could get infected, bheem worriedly thought.

just in time, bheem felt footsteps approach them, again. this time though, their was excited chatter accompanying it, and bheem relaxed as he felt his family come. he glanced one last time at ram, and then swimmed away, immediately getting out of the stream before his family arrived with malli.

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it was, inevitably time to talk about what all had happened between ram and bheem.

bheem had clearly misunderstood alot between sita and ram, leaving ram flabbergasted when he cleared his throat and told that sita should sleep with ram.

"why?" demanded ram, eyes furrowed as a frown took over his lips.

bheem nervously looked at sita, seeing her shake her head at what he'd said abruptly, bheem started to backtrack. maybe he— he misunderstood?

"why, bheema?" ram pressed on.

"because, uh, you, you both are lover- lovers?" bheem reasoned, though it sounded more like a question.

ram sighed as sita patted his back and looked one last time at bheem, in that strange way which told bheem that she knew. and went back to the clearing where temporary tents were set up and every one was now sleeping.

she knew way beyond she spoke of. it scared bheem. had he offended her? bheem didn't know.

"anna- did i offend-?" the question died in his throat halfway as ram stood up, making his way beside bheem and settling down on the piece of wood they'd taken as their seater.

ram stared at bheem with a glint in his eyes, studying the delicate features of his and enjoying how the younger's nervous eyes flickered everywhere but at him.

"bheema," ram began slowly, his voice dripping with honey as he lulled the younger into him. it always worked, as bheem's eyes snapped onto his.

"me and sita aren't lovers. i love someone else." ram slowly whispered the words out for the world to hear.

bheem seemed tormented, before looking up again with a question in his demeanor.

"you want to know who this person is?" ram voiced out the question for him, a smile threatening to break out.

butterflies took over his stomach as he tried to work his way through the knot in his throat.

with much courage, he leaned sideways, shivering when he locked eyes with bheem to see him tracing each of his moves. he leaned until he was pressed right against bheem's ear.

goosebumps broke out on bheem's skin, making ram finally smile fondly.

before he could get lost in the distinctive earthy scents of bheem, he whispered,

"it's a boy. his name is bheem, i love him very much."

the next moments passed in a flurry. bheem's shocked gasp, ram's gentle smile and assurance, and finally —

ram situated bheem on his lap, somehow. arms around his waist and bheem's perched up on his shoulders as the younger peered down at ram, with a cute blush covering the tips of his ears.

ram leaned up, eyes locked with bheem's as he closed the distance between them.

and oh, oh. it was sweeter than anything ram had ever imagined.

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the next morning, they woke up at noon. ram was woken up to commotion as bheem searched around for something. the tent they had been sleeping in was open — cold air rushing in as bheem stepped in and out of the tent.

before he could ask what the matter was, bheem turned around and squeaked seeing ram awake.

whatever has happened to bheem, ram's sleep addled brain wondered, before his eyes wandered down the muscled chest, grinning at the love bites littered everywhere.

possessive bastard, he was.

the desperate need lit up inside him like fire, as he streched himself awake, hiding his smile away from bheem as he stood there, not knowing what to do.

ram got up and stalked closer, and impatient longing to have bheem back in his arms overpowering every other rational thought as he wrapped his arms around bheem's waist and pulled him close until they were pressed together.

"good morning, my love" ram muttered, as he hid his face in the cavicle dip, pressing kisses and running his hands throughout bheem's back.

"if you consider noon as morning, good morning anna" came back the snarky reply, though it carried no heat.

bheem had, himself woken up not long ago, barelled himself headfirst into "ohmygodwhatjusthappened" before heading out and being greeted with knowing looks and winks.

cheeky laughter followed him as he took a bath and headed back to their tent, set away from the rest of the group on purpose to give the couple some much needed privacy.

ram chuckled, as he raised his head, eyes searching for his beloved's. when all he got was nervous flickers of eyes, he gave into his yearning and pressed his lips onto bheem's, the all-consuming fierce want filling them both again.

it seemed to do the trick as bheem quickly looked up, surprised, to find ram's eyes already waiting to greet him.

ram melted all over again, lips locked and hearts joined.

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ram was nervous. bheem noticed it right away, the uncharacteristic chatter he seemed to take up, his calm and composed aura was disturbed.

bheem tried not to think of it as ram being nervous to meet his tribe — in a negative way. maybe the elder was overwhelmed?

they'd decided to take up horses to ride towards his tribe deep within the jungles, peddanna with malli leading the way, jangu and lachu behind, ram and bheem at the very last.

bheem urged ram to come and meet his tribe, as they needed to know who had saved malli as well. ram had profusely denied, urging they go without him and he'd take sita to her home and meet bheem later.

bheem didn't want to push his anna but at the same time he really wanted to show his tribe...his loved one.

though now he doubted whether ram would be comfortable being introduced as bheem's partner.

they stopped for a break mid-way, and bheem decided, that it was now or never.

he approached ram, smiling when their hands automatically connected and their bodies gravitated towards eachother.

"are you nervous, anna?" bheem gently asked, rubbing circles on the elder's thumb.

when no reply came, he continued, "we could just not tell them, if it makes you uncomfortable."

even if it'd sting abit to introduce ram as a friend, he'd do it. it wasn't worth being introduced as eachother's lovers at the cost of ram's comfort.

ram exhaled heavily, an unpleasant dread settling in at the thought of his actual fear.

squeezing bheem's hand, he softly admitted, "it's not that. i am just scared they won't...accept me or see me fit for you."

what followed was bheem's continuous assurances of the tribe loving him no matter what he thought — until he had to shut the other up with a damning kiss on his lips, which left bheem's eyes hazy.

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tags -

@rambheem-is-real @rambheemisgoated @sinistergooseberries @thewinchestergirl1208 @yehsahihai @ronnoxandlumoss @eremin0109 @prdnya-blog @bromance-minus-the-b @mikabilis @obsessedtoafault

( lmk if u want to be tagged/do not want to be tagged in my upcoming rambheem fanfics 🐧 )

a/n; i REALLY wish this was nice to read and not TOOOOOOO long. tbh, i am not satisfied because there wasn't enough kissing AT ALL. i wanted to write smexy times but i'll have to read up if there's any rules/warnings here to give before doing that....cuz i am new 💀👍

ALSO !! i am open to prompts, but might only write those i take a personal writing to.

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say you wont let go (ii)

rambheem modern au that is also loosely based on magadheera cause why the hell not (also, this story is very character heavy so if yall want some action, probably not the best place. however, it does get a lot more plot heavy later on)

(part i)

In the modern perception of time, there is the reality that is real, the reality that is projected, and sometimes, there is the reality in-between. That was where Ram was. 

When he woke up, fingers digging into his mattress, he couldn’t tell which reality he had emerged into. He felt a tremendous distance between himself and everything he considered real and the darkness enshrouding his room didn’t help either.

Slices of moonlight filtered through the curtains as he gingerly stumbled out of bed, blindly reaching for the table lamp. He was in his house, this was his house, he had to remind himself. Not some three-by-three dungeon underground.

He wasn’t sure why he was having this dream (correction: nightmare), it was a recurring one, and he despised his brain for conceiving it in the first place but he couldn’t understand why it unsettled him so much either. It left him feeling claustrophobic, that was for sure, but what surprised him most was how real it all felt. He could feel the weight of those brick walls closing in on him, the rough gravel pressing into his skin. The scarlet taste of iron in his mouth, an undistinguishable pain all over his body, scars down his back.

He knew that they weren’t there, but they were there.

Sighing, he walked out of his bedroom, slipping on an old shirt when he froze, eyes taking in the sight of Bheem sprawled over his couch.

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NEW SMUT ALERT!!!! A surprisingly sincere crack of Bheem getting a boner during the piggyback ride after Naatu and resolving the issue with tree-climbing. 👀 Second person! Bheem’s POV. Very stupid.

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Relationships: Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem

Summary: Ram & Bheem's relationship changes and grows, putting down roots into the earth.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: RRR (2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komaram Bheem Characters: Alluri Sitarama Raju, Komaram Bheem, Lacchu (RRR 2022), Venkateswarulu (RRR 2022), Jenny (RRR 2022), Malli (RRR 2022) Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Groundhog Day, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

Ram has a very specific talent that has made him into the best weapon any army can have. But now, for the first time in his life, he is wondering if he should use said talent for something more.

Does he dare to try and chase his own happiness? Or will he keep chasing his father’s revenge?

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good day everyone ive reached peak insanity because of rambheem brainrot so I am going to trouble everyone with what I wrote

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I Love You

Fandom: RRR (2022)

Summary: Bheem questions. Ram answers. Neither is able to communicate with the other.

An angsty Rambheem double drabble

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This is hands down one of the most devastating RRR fics I have read. Absolutely amazing. 100/10. Go give the author some love

Tagging @rrr-is-gay for greater reach

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WIP Wednesday: 16/10/24

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All recent WIPs from RRR because that's what has consumed my brain.

1. Ram patches Bheem up after the flogging: This is my favourite (and longest!) of all my WIPs and I would love to publish it soon. What it says on the tin. Missing scene. Canon compliant. Hurt, angst and slight (????) comfort.

2. Rambheem first kiss: Tooth rotting fluff. Pining. Slight angst. Chapter 1 is Pre Naatu Naatu. Chapter 2 is post movie. Ram is an oblivious idiot

3. Bheem's thoughts after the betrayal: What it says on the tin. Angst, angst, angst and more angst. There isn't enough Bheem trauma fics in the fandom and I am here to fix that

4. Aftermath of Bheem's arrest: Fucktons of angst and Ram being emo and self destructive as usual

5. Ram's guilt about the flogging: What it says on the tin. Post movie. Angst with comfort

Snippet from WIP 4. Warnings: Suicidal ideation and the implied presence of colonialism

"Were you ever real?" Ram whispered to the apparition.

The man- the stranger- smiled. It was less of a smile and more the baring of bloodstained teeth, like a predator flashing its fangs before pouncing on its prey. "What do you think?"

"I don't know what to think anymore," he replied, his voice echoing like a hollow vessel to his ears.

The stranger hummed, tilting his head. "Akhtar was as real as Raju was," he finally said. "The sweet Muslim mechanic existed as much as the shy journalist from Hyderabad did."

"So just a figment of imagination?" Ram choked out, past the noose tightening around his neck. "Is that all we ever were?"

His eyes flashed. "And whose fault is that?"

"You… you should…" The noose dug into his skin. He was shaking, shaking, shaking. "Dammit! You should have surrendered when I asked you." Begged you.

"And you should have died in a gutter from the snake poison," he snarled, and oh there it was. That wildness in his eyes. The cold fury. The abject disdain. "You should have stopped fighting and let Yama snatch you from your miserable existence."

"And whose fault is that?" Ram accused. "Whose fucking fault is that I am not dead? I… I… I only wished… I only…"

I only wished to see you for one last time.

And in a way, maybe he did. Maybe he did see Akhtar for one last time before the mirror cracked and Akhtar's face distorted and the visage of the Gond Protector spilled through the fractures.

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Another snippet

Inspired by an incorrect quote I can't seem to find to credit now. I'm pretty sure there were at least two different versions of food, and I'm guessing on what they consist of in the brackets. Correction/guidance welcome!

Set during the escape home in the movie's epilogue. Crack treated seriously, as I suspect it's conversations like this that took up their time in Dosti.

“No.”

Bheem turns. “No?”

“No,” Ram says, scooping up his own meal and coming to sit with everyone. “Leaving aside the horror of suddenly-sentient food and ignoring questions like ‘where’s your mouth’ and ‘doesn’t it hurt’ and ‘can you taste yourself,’ you would not wake up as [salty/spicy food], anyway, even if it was a last-thing-you-ate kind of thing.” Settling in, he takes a bite from his plate and tries to ignore the staring.

“What would he be, then?” Malli asks as he swallows.

Ram hesitates, his eyes drifting to study his friend’s face as his tongue picks at something between his teeth, stalling. “A dessert, probably. [something sweet/tangy].” He thinks a moment longer, then nods. “You’d lick off your icing* and nibble the occasional crumb, but you’re not selfish enough to eat yourself when you could give others joy in eating you instead.”

Laughter erupts, the two men ducking to hide their sudden raging blushes at how Ram’s words could be interpreted. As it dies down, Bheem catches Ram’s eye and sends him a small smile. It bolsters Ram’s confidence enough to turn the conversation. “What kind of food would you be, Malli?”

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What kiss is this

Goodbye kiss - for @mayasalvator3 cuz this was something I had an idea to write after a discussion on types of kisses and went into the territory of platonic kisses on the lips so... yeah. Platonic Rambheem kiss people!

Ram leaned back against his bike, his textbooks held in one hand while he looked at his watch with the other. Sita was getting late. Again. Whatever she was up to, he didn't know.

"Rama!" Speak of the devil and the devil shall arrive.

"You are late, again" Ram deadpanned as he handed over his books to Sita.

"And you can't bring your own bag. Am I your personal carry bag?"

"Kind of. Why so late?"

"Got held up with Jenny. We were discussing the last exam."

"Is that it or..."

"There's nothing else, Ram" she glared as she playfully slapped him.

"Oi! Raju!" he heard Bheem shout and turned back in confusion. They'd discussed everything for the project already, didn't they?

"What happened?"

"Well... you forgot your wrist band," he said, handing over the rubber band that Sita had brought for him for his last birthday, or was it the one before?

"Oh... thank you!" he said, quickly giving him a peck on the lips.

Bheem looked super confused for a second before tilting his head while Sita just sighed and rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Raju..."

"Yeah?"

"And?"

"Do you... umm... feel for me that way?"

"What? No, I don't. I thin I told you that before!"

"Rama, you just kissed him."

"And?"

"Ram!"

"No, I don't love you that way," Ram said, finally realising what he'd done. "It's just that... I usually kiss someone on the lips if I am really over-excited and very close to them and well... you can ask Sita how many times I've kissed everyone in my family like that. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I won't do it again." he said, eyes cast down.

Bheem stared at him for a moment and shot a glance at Sita before looking back at Ram. "So... You consider me close?" He could see Ram turn a bit red and smile. "And you say that the kiss was platonic?"

"Yeah, purely platonic. I just, if you didn't like-"

Bheem shut him up with a peck and winked. "Then I guess we can try having goodbye kisses I suppose. I didn't want to initiate it without making you uncomfortable and asking made it a bit awkward so..."

"Goodbye kiss?"

"Goodbye kiss" Bheem nodded with a smile and gave him another peck on the lips before running away.

Sita shrugged at Ram when he turned to her in confusion. "I don't know. Seems like your bestie is ok with goodbye kisses on the lips."

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RAMBHEEM SMUTTY HEADCANONS, PART 11! It’ll never stop!

Ram is so flexible. We see this in the movie, and you bet your ass it comes in handy for their sex life. He just kinda automatically lifts his hips off the mat (or the floor, or the ground) and pulls his knees to his chest so Bheem can fuck him. He really can just fold himself in half; give Bheem that easy access.

NECK KISSINNNNGGG oh boy I think this is both of their weakness! Picture it!! A sunny afternoon perhaps, they’re having a lil picnic under a shade treee. Bheem is reclined against the tree trunk, with Ram’s back resting against his chest, and his legs wrapped around Ram’s hips. Ram is dozing off, so relaxed and warm. Bheem starts nibbling on his ear, then his neck. The nibbles become kisses and before long, he’s sucking hard on Ram’s neck, giving him the craziest goosebumps. They both get so turned on, they simply have to jack each other off. It’s the law.

Ram WORSHIPS Bheem’s body. He huffs his armpits, sucks on his tummy, licks his fingers, pets his hair & beard, hand-feeds him meals, and gives him the most wonderful massages. Sometimes he gets so distracted by Bheem’s perfect bubble butt, he starts eating his ass before he even finishes the damn massage.

I definitely think Ram has fallen asleep with Bheem’s cock in his mouth. Not in the sense that blowing Bheem is boring, more like he’s so sleepy and handsy and dopey-affectionate, he’ll sorta snuggle up on Bheem’s lap, pop his lips open around his dick, and suck on it a lil bit as he falls asleep. Like a pacifier. Bheem smiles and coos, maybe gets worked up, depending on how long they spent marathon-fucking before Ram got too sleepy to carry on. But it’s ultimately just sweet. Their bodies are so happy together.

Ram teaches Bheem how to ride a horse. And of course he does this in the gayest way possible. He sits on the saddle behind Bheem, reaching around him to hold the reins while nuzzling his face on Bheem’s neck & shoulder. He kinda thrusts his hips against Bheem’s ass while he instructs him on how to cue the horse to go. They get a nice trot going and Ram is just devouring Bheem’s neck, holding the reins tight and letting the motion of the horse rock his hips into Bheem’s. And of course Bheem knows exactly what’s up. He kinda angles his butt back into Ram, lets their bodies grind together while the poor horse is just wondering when these two homos will stop lapdancing on his back.

Ram and Bheem are very much a “sex every night” couple. Of course there are nights here and there when they simply don’t have energy, or aren’t in the mood. But even on those nights, they snuggle up in bed together and smooch and gently stroke each other’s skin before drifting off to sleep. But most nights, they gotta get their rocks off or they can’t even fall asleep. Handjobs & kissing is very common, but so is Bheem topping Ram. They also really love to suck each other off, especially at the same time. 69 may be impractical, but they’re absolute fiends for it, they can’t get enough of the stuff!!!!