#bub wrote ◠ ◡ ◠

[bubbledtee]

feeling like i did when i had covid. i am going to throw a fit If i have it again

#granted when i had covid was when i wrote the first part of a break #so maybe that means you'll get a part 2 if I have to quarantine again #bub’s thoughts

[vivanightcity]

Name: Adiel Miller

Age: 27

Gender: None, they barely align with ‘human’ fuck having a gender. 

Pronouns: Any and all, with a personal love for ‘it/its’, a sort of reclamation of the dehumanizing language it was raised with. (Practically, you can mix and match, or just pick one and use it, it’s all good)

Lifepath: Streetkid 

Occupation: Doll at a dollhouse that works with a number of corpo hotels and short term rental style hotels in Downtown. Can be found in a number of BDs still knocking about though. 

Cyberware: Doll chip, prototype long term behavioral chip, scratchers and big knucks (reinforced nails and knuckles that are concealable and look like standard human parts) 

Sexuality: People hot. That’s about it. 

Born and raised in NYC. Their parents worked themselves to the bone to get by and take care of him, but it was always a struggle. Maybe the city wasn’t as bad as Night City is now, but it was still a far cry from safe or easy. When it was around 15, and already getting into trouble and running around acting like he had a damn clue, Arasaka (subject to change what corp, I just thought it tied in with their vibe) started contacting parents of minors with records. Offering them an opportunity. A bright future and a new start for their son, get them out of trouble and away from bad influences before things get worse. All it took was signing away its bodily autonomy and they got a good payout and one less mouth to feed. 

They were testing out some more long term behavioral chips targeted at wealthy families, a hopefully safer and more useful version of what was already in use in juvenile correction facilities. A fully customizable range, as much or as little control as wanted across a host of 'problem' behaviors. Even focused on pushing manners and etiquette. It could dissuade kids from indulging, make them obey their parents without question, or just give them a ‘helping hand’ in sitting still and focusing on school. A replacement for conversion therapy, fat camps and drugs, all in one easy package that could be installed when your kid went in for routine work. They never needed to know! But of course that sort of work needed thorough testing before going to market with people who could afford it, and having empirical proof of its efficacy was always good for marketing. 'This wonderful neuralware could make even the worst kids act like a child you'd be happy to have next to you at for press conferences and family dinners'.

A controlled environment, classes to show the improvement rate of those with the chip and those without. Little corrections to strength of influence, fine tuning and fixing it up as they went. So what if some other kids never came back from the surgery room? Price of progress. They’d do big demonstrations pretty frequently, every few months, showing off test scores, video comparisons of posture, attitude, vocabulary use, antisocial behaviors etc. etc. Then the suits visiting would get a chance to interact. To test the parameters themselves, screaming abuse or even pushing whatever sorry sack was chosen for the demo around, proving that these kids - most of which, like Adiel, had some history of violence - would never argue back to those they were told to obey. 

Few short years later, Adiel was around 18, everything seemed golden. Working as intended. Even kids they took the chips out of, or turned them off in the case of some earlier models which couldn’t be safely removed, didn’t seem to be suffering the same level of addiction and withdrawal as seen in traditional behavioral chips on the market. There wasn’t NONE, but it was a manageable amount comparatively. At that point, they turfed everyone out, loosed unto a world they’d been isolated from for a few years, and in the case of a fair number of them, stuck with various degrees of control still implanted in them. ‘A reward for their help’. Saying it would help them stay on the straight and narrow, when really, in the world around them, it just set them up to be manipulated and controlled.

They put protections on the hardware, and the software was heavily encoded. No one Adiel has gone to for help has been able to safely remove it, and the rumor was that someone who tried triggered some sort of anti piracy/corpo espionage failsafes and them and the ripperdoc ended up mulch. Even after it entered the market during Arasaka’s big push in the early 2070s to get back in with the NUSA and free states money, it took money to access the kind of docs who had it on the shelves, and even when he scraped together enough it turned out what they had going was different enough from the market release that it was still a risk. 

So it’s still there. Nearly ten years and a cross country relocation later. Despite everything it went through because of Arasaka, they are the reason he moved to NC. When the city became the international hub it was, and Arasaka’s new north american headquarters, Adiel figured it was their best chance. Get back on their radar, get a foot in that door, and get the damned thing removed or turned off so they could get back to some semblance of a normal life where they doesn’t have to avoid everyone in white coats, expensive suits, or decked out in arasaka combat armor. Eventually, Addy was able to get hired. Went in for a physical and for them to check its doll chip and make sure he didn’t have any sort of spyware installed, made the mistake of telling the doc checking it over what was up, and got sent away with the promise they’ll look into it… Only he woke up the next day to a termination message. No more arasaka job, no more answers, no more way in. 

And that leads us to here. Burnt out from working non stop to get to NC and then get in with Arasaka, only for it to fall apart. Found working as a doll and sticking to hobbies far away from armed guards, docs and corpos, was the best way to control when he was near people who could fuck with him. Then the fancy suits were already paying for their time, and they didn’t have to remember doing what they said. 

One of the only good things that came out of his time with Arasaka was the opening of doors and access to education and the time to explore. Where it grew up there weren’t any stars visible. Even outside of the city the most you could see were satellites that were near enough to shine through light pollution. Getting to see stars, not only as they used to be, but through flicks and even BDs from orbit. To feel so small was freeing. Getting there is something it longs to do. 

Any sort of hobby or task that can be repeated methodically, over and over, to practice and perfect, is the kind of thing Adiel leans into. Repetition, focusing so completely onto the task over and over, helps to calm it down, to think things through. Worryingly, he’s not sure if this was always the case, or if it’s yet another side effect. One that can have it so completely wrapped up in a drill that they don't stop to rest or eat or anything until made to. Shifting that focus sucks, and getting pulled out of it can be jarring and stressful. 

A side effect of the behavioral chip is a sort of mirroring. His posture, inflection, language use, it seems to shift and alter depending on who it’s talking to. Reacting to the people around it to fit in. Well. He thinks it’s a side effect, it could also just be a survival method because of how he grew up. 

#my vp #new bub #the like under the cut is a lot of exposition and world building stuff #went in and changed up some pronouns in the write up cause addy was not a 'fuck human gender' kinda doll when i wrote it xD #but to emphasize - it doesn't care ic their opinion is none of it matters so they don't give a fuck #you aren't misgendering adiel by calling him anything or using any gendered terms #dude works so does babygirl

[saetoru]

how can i be expected to live when the al-haitham tags are empty :,)

#IF ONLY BUB STILL WROTE #BUB NEVER FAILED ME

[livealittleoc-cb]

💼. [ calm down ] sender pets receiver's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation

For Anusung? 🥰

@welcome-to-maniac

Anubis laid his head on Jisung's chest nuzzling into it as he felt Sung's fingers run and pet through his soft curls. Jisung hummed a soft song as he did so, smiling softly at Piper as she wrapped around Anubis' arm gently in a little arm hug, giving a soft squeeze.

Sung wasn't fully aware as to what happened since he didn't want to upset the god anymore then he already seemed but from what he heard from Ari and Angel was that he had been having a bad day. He had to walk around a crowded shopping mall for some stuff he needed and no one was able to go with him to keep his anxieties at bay along with having a run in with his ex. Being Anubis he was unable to say no and they ended up having an unpleasent discussion that Nubis wishes to eliminate from his mind. "Sorry for pulling you out from work."

The older whispered softly as he pet the top of Piper's head, the little snake making a soft hiss at him in her attempts to comfort him. He gave a small smile while Jisung scoffed at him and kept petting his hair to calm him down, feeling the god's heart rate pick up a bit again and his hands shake. "You don't need to apolagize for anything. I'm here to help. I would leave anything if it meant I'm with you." He said quietly and smiled at the soft sound he gave back. They eventually got surrounded by a comfortable silence, Anubis snuggled in Sung's chest and the human's fingers running through the god's hair.

Sung was his safe place and he was so happy to have him.

#⚰️anubis.txt #🕹️askgame! #we're going to pretend i didn't read this wrong and wrote something completely different- #this was lowkey softer then i thought it would be 😭 #I hope you like it bubs 🥺 #this feels too short-

[anonymous-person-in-hellhole]

Bubs chats with the Consul :o

The walk from the inn to the council hall was always a chore, and now that they decided to go the normal route rather than how they always go to it (crawling up a wall), Bubs tapped their fingers as they walked, as GingerBrave walks happily to the hall.

“How long is this going to take?”

“Just a few more minutes, Bubblegum Cookie.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, look. There are the stairs up!”

Bubs cries out, though mainly just as a joke.

“How is climbing the walls easier for you than walking up a couple stairs?”

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Once the two have greeted grandpapi and the other Ancients and sat down, Bubs looks around to see if anyone is missing, and the only ones that aren’t there yet are some of the younger villagers, Clotted Cream, and thus, Financier.

“What’chu lookin’ for, Bubs?”

“Just making sure of who’s here so far.”

“... Like Clotted Cream Cookie?~”

Bubs’ eyes roll, and turned to Brave with a raised brow. He only smiles a cheeky and wide grin, and Bubs just messes with his light brown head. If he didn’t have that one simple streak of white in his hair, or those skull buttons on his form, or if he didn’t have that cane he always carries, he’d look like the most out of place yet generic little cookie... how lucky he is to be this important to so many Cookie’s lives.

“You’re lucky I like you, kid...” Bubs’ care for this little rascal has led them to the conclusion that, no matter what, they’ll always protect him and his friends to the end.

They couldn’t do that before with the people they swore to protect, so they’ll do it now for the people who are protecting them now.

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“It seems like everyone is here... Then let the second session begin!” Pure Vanilla announces, then continues, “Today, we must decide which kingdom will lead the expedition to the continent of Beast-Yeast in search of Dark Enchantress Cookie. Is everyone of the same opinion as yesterday?”

Just like yesterday, the two leaders began their bickering amongst each other.

Hollyberry claims that her kingdom can handle any danger, then Dark Cacao follows up with how his warriors are better suited for this mission, and Bubs starts to lose interest...

“If I may, please?”

Suddenly, the voice of a familiar friend makes them focus again, and watch as he speaks.

“The Crème Republic has a new proposition. We believe it is in everyone’s best interest to select the fittest candidates from each nation for combined action. Each one of us has our own strengths and weaknesses. Playing these cards smart seems to be the optimal course of action.”

Bubs hears the crowd murmur quietly in agreement, and they nod at their friend’s great suggestion. They can see Wildberry and Crunchy Chip both considering this idea. And finally, Pure Vanilla’s comment on the idea,

“What a great proposition! After all, we all share the responsibility to save our world! Our goal is one: protecting Cookiekind from Dark Enchantress Cookie’s evil!”

Hollyberry determinedly says, “Then when do we start? Who’s willing to make contact with the dragons?” Some of the soldiers with her raise their hands, and Bubblegum can truly feel the flames of revolution burning, and this is before Clotty even decides to speak of his plan.

“Before we proceed further,” Speak of the devil, “There is another matter I would like us to discuss.”

(Alright, Clotty, I believe in you...)

“As our esteemed Pure Vanilla Cookie mentioned, indeed, we all share a collective responsibility. We must provide the expedition with everything necessary to ensure its success. These Cookies will need power to fight and protect themselves. But where to find such power? We believe there is a solution...”

“And what is this... solution?” Dark Cacao inquired.

“There is no source of power greater than Soul Jam harnessed by the Five Ancient Heroes. But what if this Soul Jam could be divided and shared by all? Imagine the possibilities!”

The crowd’s murmurs become louder, now split in half on who agrees with him and who doesn’t trust him. (Oh, so now you’re wondering about his validity?)

“Yes, it will be no easy feat to perform such a procedure here. But it could be done with the help of the Crème Republic’s technological advancements! So I ask forthright...” He then stands up from his seat, and announces his question, loud and clear,

“Will you share your Soul Jam for the greater good?”

... A silence that felt like an hour passed, before Pure Vanilla suddenly asked, panicked, “I beg your pardon?!”

“W-W-WHAT?! You want the Soul Jam?!” Is Hollyberry’s equally baffled question.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Is King Dark Cacao’s response, laced with harm.

(Good luck, Clotted Cream Cookie...)

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Strawberry Crepe is still shaken from the... whatever just happened in their lab... and now, this?!

(My machines were right, as usual... I think it’s a little faulty though, cause it didn’t seem to pick up on his 100% audacity!)

Did he expect this to go over well, or does he have a plan to deal with this? These are the questions now stuck in Strawberry Crepe’s head... at least until they see a familiar Cookie across the room, seemingly not shocked, but rather seeming determined to see this plan through... Why?

‘What are you up to, 1% despair?’

They’l have to approach them later on this...

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“Wars started because of the Soul Jam!” Hollyberry said, now more protective and angry, “This is insanity!”

“What a preposterous idea!” Dark Cacao threatened, clearly repulsed by his proposal, “To share our Soul Jam?! Impossible!!!”

“Clotted Cream Cookie...” Pure Vanilla said calmly, although there was a hint of caution, and maybe a sliver of harm, “I trust this is not all that you have to say? There must be another reason for your proposition, isn’t there?”

Clotted Cream finally answers, clearly trying to protect his proposition, “Venerable Heroes! I understand completely how outlandish my proposition might sound. However, allow me to remind you that one of the main purposes for this council is to find means to guarantee the success of our endeavor.” The Ancients, while still cautious, quietly listens, “Just a fraction of your strength divided among our forces will dramatically increase the chances of or survival!”

“Please forgive my interruption, Consul!” Madeleine suddenly interrupts him, which made everyone turn to him, “Espresso Cookie and I have just returned from another expedition. We have witnessed the might of Dark Enchantress Cookie’s armies firsthand: hordes of monsters from other dimensions under her control! There are Cookies in dire need of our help all across the world! And we must do all in our power to provide aid!”

He continues on with his argument with warriors who fight at the front fields for Earthbread, and how they need this strength if they want to even stand a chance. Bubblegum agrees without a single doubt. They could have been able to protect their kingdom from that... that... monster if they were given that power...

“Yes, yes, we understand!” Hollyberry’s dismissal snaps them back to reality. “Of course, we must help everyone! But you are asking us to hand over our Soul Jam to you and your Republic!” She makes a big over-dramatic gesture to further emphasize her question, “Why?”

Espresso suddenly stands, “Advanced equipment is required to analyze the Soul Jam. Only the Crème Republic has such scientific capabilities.” Pure Vanilla then asks why all three would be needed when one is more than enough for them, and Espresso responds that the Soul Jam are like anomalies, it doesn't have common properties, and it doesn’t have common activation mechanisms between them, therefore, they need all available Soul Jam for studying. 

While Pure Vanilla seems to be trying to understand, the other two are not as willing to oblige. Bubs can only hope that Clotty can change their minds somehow.

“I am perfectly aware how difficult this decision might be. However...” Clotted Cream says, with even more conviction than before, “The shadow of war is hanging over us! Think of all the Cookies who we may lose to this war; think about our beautiful world we might lose.”

“Would you not give everything to protect all that is dear to you...?”

Those words... those words sound so... familiar.

“Will you give up everything to protect that which is dear to you?”

Bubs nods, “I will.”

But I didn’t...

But... what if I try again?

And FAIL again?!

... They snapped out of it... and all they heard was Clotted Cream, preaching about the Cookies who will suffer in this war without the power of Soul Jam to protect them.

‘He’s right... he’s so right... There’s no way the heroes won’t listen to reasonings like this.’

But yet, they did... Dark Cacao storms off, and Hollyberry, while less angry, still leaves disagreeing with the points made. Pure Vanilla is clearly distraught... poor old man... they look around and see all sorts of reactions, all of which build controversy around Clotted Cream... who stands there, almost unfazed by the happenings of the council. GingerBrave pokes them on the arm, and asks them,

“... Did the council just fail?”

Bubs looked at him with a wide-eyed stare, baffled at everything, before breathing in to calm themself down...

“I don’t know...”

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As everyone walked out of the council hall, Strawberry Crepe had to make sure that 1% despair wouldn’t be able to leave without explaining themself to them, how a piece of their DNA broke- no, hijacked the processes of the computer, so they chased them down, trying to find the purple haired cookie, which wouldn’t be hard to spot in this sea of warm colors. So they looked around the Hall for them...

“No... no... definitely not...” They kept looking, floating to find anything purple...

“You!” They flew down and blocked their way out.

“What the? What are you doing?”

“I’m here to understand why YOUR hair has fried my machines the way it did?!”

“What are you on about?” They were trying to dodge the question, so they summon their robotic claws and block both walls.

“I’m not letting you leave until you answer me! I can tell you have a history of assassination, although, clearly, you’ve been getting dusty. So, what was your plan with destroying my machines?!”

“Wh- are you blaming me for your machine breaking?! What would I have to gain ruining your machine?!”

“You tell me...”

Strawberry Crepe continues to ask questions about this Cookie’s motives for coming here, even bringing up the phrase, Anomalous Nature Of Matter Acclimated Life Yeans...

“... What are life yeans?”

“DON’T ACT DUMB, YOU SABOTEUR!!!”

“I seriously don’t know what you're talking about!” They’re glaring at each other at this point, GingerBrave gets back, afraid of the possible fight about to happen between these two, but Strawberry Crepe is smarter than this, and can read when a Cookie is lying or not... and the truth is, the Cookie is telling the truth.

“... Ugh, okay, for now I’ll believe you. But you are coming with me, I need to study this to make sure you aren’t lying.” They then grab 1% despair down to their lab, with Bravee following close behind.

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‘Why me?’ Is the question in Bubs’ mind currently. They wanted to go out there and try to be beside Clotty again! They have a pretty good hunch that he’s going to go out there and reason with all three of the Ancients, and that’s not going to be good for his health! They have to go and protect him! They...

... Do they have to? They just met this man- no, the first time they met this man, they were suspicious and anxious in figuring out his goals, and stomachs, they tried stalking him MULTIPLE times... and now they’re gonna pretend like they care about him...?

They care for his plan to work, because it’s a good plan, and one that could only benefit the whole of Earthbread in this war...

“HEY!!! 1% DESPAIR, ARE YOU BRAIN-DEAD OR SOMETHING?!”

“Huh?!”

“Just look!” Crepe then placed Bubs’ hand closer to the machine, and it started whirring and making all sorts of noises, then putting it farther away makes it stop.

“Maybe, Bubblegum Cookie’s gloves are the reason it’s going wonky?” GingerBrave replies, surprising the two enbies.

“Wait, these are magnetized?!”

“Magically. I’ll take them off.”

Taking them off, Crepe saw the callouses and, more importantly, scars that the gloves covered.

“Alright... try putting your hand closer, I’ll ask about the machinery of your gloves later.” Bubs obliges, and instead of the loud noises they made earlier,

“See, I didn’t do anything-” They immediately shut up when the computer turned on again, sharing the same message Strawberry Crepe said...

Anomalous Nature Of Matter Acclimated Life Yeans.

“... What the?”

“Woah! What did Bubblegum Cookie’s hair do to that thing?”

“So... you really don’t know?” They looked at Crepe and shook their head.

“... Fascinating...” Strawberry Crepe then turned to them, and pulled on their sleeve, “1% despair, if it’s possible... will you allow me to run experiments on you soon?”

“Huh?!” Bubblegum was shocked, and tried to make sure they didn’t trip and fall from this little one’s surprisingly strong gripping.

Brave, bless his soul, of course spoke, “Maybe after all this council stuff gets sorted, Bubblegum Cookie can go... they seem stressed and need a bit of rest.”

Crepe groaned, but reluctantly obliged, “Fine. But I’m expecting you to help me on this soon!”

Bubs nodded, and promised to them to explore this situation soon.

Would they truly keep this promise? Yes, they’re not dumb, this isn’t normal! It’s confusing, why would that happen to a monitor scanning them?! It’s not like that machine was programmed to do that, right?

“Some other time, then?”

“I’m counting on it, 1% despair!”

“Stop calling me that, Crepe... see ya soon.”

“We’ll be off now, Strawberry Crepe Cookie! See ya!”

Crepe only sighed disappointedly, then waved bye.

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Brave felt like today was a very long day... he needs some rest, so in the inn he goes, ordering some soft syrup and raisin jellies for both him and Bubblegum, who’s sat down on one of the tables, seemingly stressing about something...

“Hey, Bubblegum Cookie, are you okay?”

“I’m worried...”

“About what?”

“Clotted Cream... I mean, he’s got Financier, but still... one Financier isn’t gonna be enough to defend against the Heroes...”

GingerBrave smiles at them, and says, “Don’t worry... I saw him outside, walking safely away from the Dark Cacao tents. I don’t know where he went to, though...”

Bubs sighs a breathe of relief, and thanks him.

Suddenly, the door opens.

“Ah, GingerBrave, Bubblegum Cookie! Greetings!” He says, still with that damn smirk on his face... they wave hi at him, and he asks them both, “What did you think of today’s session?”

Bubs was about to say something before GingerBrave spoke, “Clotted Cream Cookie, what you said today... I could never have imagined you’d ask the Heroes for their Soul Jam!” Bubs never thought about the opinions GingerBrave had about the council, and they figuratively kick themselves over the head before sharing,

“Actually, he told me his plan before now, he always planned to do so...”

“So you two DID meet at night!”

“Well, don’t word it like that, GingerBrave!” was Clotted Cream’s flushed response to this claim, before continuing, “Either way, I believe it is the hard choice we must make for the good of all...”

Bubs nods, and adds that, “To be fair, the Ancients, each one of them, wouldn’t just give their Soul Jam, even White Lily...”

Clotted Cream nods reluctantly ‘I didn’t even know that was possible...’ then asks, “You’ve fought Dark Enchantress Cookie, GingerBrave. What do you think? Will our forces be enough?”

GingerBrave stands, and explains, “Dark Enchantress Cookie is very dangerous! She has giant Cake Monsters the size of a castle on her side, monsters hungry for Cookie crumbs!” Bubs gets a sudden chill from that... forced to survive in the forests, where those cakes ran amok... trying to kill them...

“Listen, I was thinking...” He then started whispering, even though there were only the inn keeper Cookies in the lounge, “If I were just a little stronger, just this much... I could protect all my friends from Dark Enchantress Cookie.” His face darkened, something Bubs wasn’t used to, “Together, we managed to defeat her back then, but if I was stronger, it wouldn’t have been as hard...”

Bubs stood to comfort the boy, Clotted Cream reaching out to do the same, even Financier was willing to give a hand of support on his shoulder, before he goes back to his more determined state, “The point is, I think I understand what you wanted to say at the Council. But the war happened because of Soul Jam. We have the Heroes back only because of Soul Jam! They won’t give it away so easily...”

... To shift topics from that concerning shift in tone, Clotted Cream inquires about “Dark Enchantress Cookie’s return... You were there when she was resurrected, were you not? Can you elaborate on what transpired?”

“Oh... that. Well...” His eyes were shifting too much... Bubs knows he saw something... but what?

...

Bubs couldn’t believe that...

He continued, “Something happened... you know...”

“White Lily Cookie is...”

“Dark Enchantress Cookie...?” Panic set on Clotted Cream’s own voice, finishing Bubblegum’s thoughts...

But how? She was known as a wandering soul, who protected everyone?! How could she be... Dark Enchantress Cookie...?!

“I... I can’t believe it!”

“All this time?!”

“I know! We were shocked to find out!” Was GingerBrave’s own panicked response.

“Does that mean... White Lily Cookie is no more...?”

Their idol... their inspiration to protect the innocent... the reason for the wars to happen...?

“That’s the thing... I can’t wrap my head around that myself! I saw Dark Enchantress Cookie with my own eyes, but... White Lily Cookie’s spirit might still be out there somewhere! I hope...”

“... I... can't believe that this happened...” They turned to Brave, and became protective again, but couldn’t say anything...

“What you have just told me... is tragic, to say the least...” Clotted Cream said, and Bubs couldn’t help but quietly nod.

“Why hasn’t anyone shared this with the general public yet?”

“I don’t know, either...”

There was silence between all four of them here... until Clotted Cream suddenly thanked GingerBrave.

“You have my gratitude, GingerBrave. I have learned an important truth, thanks to you.” Brave only smiled...

“I’m gonna go outside to try and clear my head... if you two don’t mind~” GingerBrave said, now in a teasing manner, completely throwing off Bubblegum...

“Alright, I hope we’ll meet each other again, GingerBrave. Have fun.” Clotted Cream waves goodbye, and so does Bubs...

“So...” Bubs jumps at the sound, before calming down,

“What?”

“Do you want to get your mind off things... “blow off steam,” as they say...?” Clotted Cream suggests.

“What?” Bubs asks, confused...

“It’s just that you seemed stressed today, I mean... you’re not even wearing one of your gloves right now.”

“Huh? Oh shoot.” They quickly try to cover their hand while trying to grab their glove in their pocket.

“Exactly...” Clotty sighs, and asks them, “Do you want to fraternize- I mean, socialize- uh... I mean, hang out in my chambers?”

Bubs is shocked, but after everything today... yeah, they need some relaxation, so they accept the request.

“Perfect. Ser Financier Cookie, do you mind if we are alone in the room together for a little while?”

“No, Consul.”

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“So, Bubblegum Cookie...” He said, almost awkwardly... it’s strange seeing him like this. “If it’s not invading your privacy, may I ask why your arm was so scarred?”

“Oh, that...” Bubs swallowed, and told him, “Well, you already know I’m an assassin, so, there’s no point in hiding about why I have scars, eh?”

“Well, only if you are comfortable in speaking of these...”

And so, they started telling him of the stories of how they got their many scars, cuts, bruises, and cracks that are scattered everywhere all over their small, Cookie body. They speak about their grueling experience training in assassination, spying, and knighthood all at once.

“But, why would you need to be punished for eating just a little more than the bare minimum?!”

“Because, that bare minimum was the only way that I could train as much as possible...”

“So barbaric...”

They then told the stories of the missions they were sent to, each one nearly ending their life right there, the scars from both Cookies and monsters still etched in their hardened dough...

Clotted Cream stared at their torso, and asked, without breaking eye contact with it, “May I see...?”

Bubs looked at him with a creeped out look, and Clotty immediately started backtracking,

“I mean, only if you want to! I apologize, perhaps I was too forward in my approach! I-I don’t mean to be strange about it, I was just curious!”

All of a sudden, Bubs put their hands on the opening of their jacket, before looking up and asking him, “Do you really want to see them?” Bubs was pretty sure they saw Clotty’s soul leave his body for a short little bit there, before he said,

“No! That was a horrible, out of character request, and I don’t want to force anything on you!”

“Thanks.” They then let go of their jacket, and chuckle at the Consul, so flustered about a single mistake...

“I... I apologize, Bubblegum Cookie. My mind was not clear when I said that...”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it!”

“I... am so embarassed... Uh, to shift topics, what was the reason for the scar on your face?”

“Oh, that was my biggest failed mission. I had to go on board of a pirate ship with a captain that was too fierce for me... his crew was already hard to beat, but then, he fought me and gave me this scar. The only reason I got out was because some kraken ink thing started shaking the ship...”

Clotty looked puzzled, before he inquires about what the captain looked like.

“Um... he had dark dough, very round black hair, he had a black frosting coat hanging over his shoulders, he was shirtless, I think his eyes were red, and also, he looked pretty rich, so...”

“THAT WAS ELDER CAPTAIN CAVIAR COOKIE!!!” Bubs had their eyes wide, and looked in fear at the Consul... oh no, they are not looking forward for a rematch...

Clotted Cream then began talking about life back home, talking about his rise to politics, the elders who mostly inspired him, and learning to be charming enough to persuade people.

“Wow... I knew that politics was hard, but... wow, that’s so painful... I wouldn’t want to be involved in it at all...”

“Well, it is the life I’ve lived...” Clotty laughed at his own joke, then asked them, “May I know about what happened for you to be exiled from your kingdom? Again, only if you want to share...”

Bubblegum Cookie thought about it... and nodded their head.

“I wasn’t exiled, though... it was more, I got out of it before... everything fell...”

“... A fallen kingdom? What happened to it?”

“You see... my princess, Grapefruit, was a very kind Cookie... she always made sure, even when not yet seated on the throne, that every single Cookie in the Kingdom would be protected, paupers, farmers, the sick... everyone...” Their face suddenly darkened, “But then, someone took advantage of her kindness... that Cookie lied about needing to be saved, and he betrayed her!” Suddenly, they grew more restless, their body language portraying clear hatred and misery, “All because of him, the Kingdom fell...!” Bubs felt tears prick at the side of their face... and they tried holding it in... until they felt a hand pat them on the back softly.

“I am so sorry... What you’ve gone through was traumatic... I hope your kingdom rests peacefully...”

Bubs turns to him, and feels a single tear roll down their cheek...

“Huh? Oh, look at me... I’m a mess... without mom and mama... without the princess... I-I have nothing else to do in my life other than just pretend like I can protect anyone...” They put their face to their hands and cry into it, “... I’m sorry, Clotty... You don’t need to deal with my incomptence...”

“No, I want to...” He places his arms around them, and hugs them tight, and Bubs could barely react. “I wish for you to be happy soon, and if you have a hard time with it now, just know that I will be here, always ready to support you...”

“But, isn’t that unfair...? You’re already pushed to your limit, I don’t want to burden you!”

“I’m not burdened by supporting my friends... and I want to help you in any way I can, so know you can always come to me for anything, Bubblegum Cookie.”

Bubs feels their heart beating faster, their eyes tear up again, and they hug onto Clotted Cream, sniffling and crying as he hugs back and rubs their back to comfort them. After a while, they speak,

“... Thank you, Clotty...”

“Anytime...” Bubblegum pulled away from their hug and apologized, and asked for some water. After drinking some and breathing a bit more, they spoke again,

“Hoo! That... that was comforting, thank you... sorry about how sad I got there...”

“Oh no, it’s fine, my dearest... You can always lean on my shoulder if you need support.” Clotted Cream smiles at them, and Bubs knows that they’ve made a friend out of him...

“Consul.” Financier can be heard outside...

“What is it, Ser Financier Cookie?”

“An envoy of Elder Oyster Cookie is awaiting your audience.”

“Huh?” Bubs is surprised at this, and tells Clotty, “I should take my leave then... I hope your plan works out in the end...” He looks at them, thankful, and thanks them, before taking their leave. As they walk out the door, they see the envoy Financier talked about, staring at them, confused. They try to act more corteous before finally leaving to the Inn.

“Crumbs, it’s late out right now... I have to get back faster...”

Of course, when Bubblegum explained where they and Clotty went, GingerBrave started teasing them, to which Bubblegum pressed their hand on GingerBrave’s head softly. He only smiled.

Ay-ay-aye, this was a long day...

#bubblegum cookie oc #bubblegum cookie #cookie run kindgom #cookie run #cookie run oc #cookie run ocs #cookie run odyssey #gingerbrave #pure vanilla cookie #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #financier cookie #madeleine cookie #espresso cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #fun fact: i wrote in an awkward silence that takes about an hour because it took me an hour before i continued writing the scene #lol #white lily cookie #dark enchantress cookie #bubs day 3

[theunavenged]

Written by theunavenged (sulahnnehn) / @theunavenged

Words: 1859, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Batman: Arkham Knight Genesis (Comics), Batman: Arkham (Video Games), Batman: Arkham - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU

Relationships: Catherine Todd & Jason Todd, Catherine Todd & Jason Todd & Willis Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Willis Todd

Additional Tags: Mother-Son Relationship, Domestic Violence, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Swearing, Bad Parent Willis Todd, Good Parent Catherine Todd, (eventually), Baby Jason Todd, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Catherine's POV

As the president of the Catherine Todd Protection Squad, and Founder of the AK!Jason Needs All of the Hugs organization, I am hereby giving Cathy a small bit of redemption from how she was portrayed in Arkham Knight: Genesis, therefore allowing Jason to get lots and lots of hugs and kisses as a kid ❤️

(Abusive Willis gets no redemption. Sorry bud.)

Read on AO3→

#i wrote a new thing! #jason todd #but he's just a baby #literally #catherine todd #willis todd #baby jay #arkham knight #arkham knight: genesis #(with a twist) #arkhamverse #my arkhamverse #relationships #headcanon #fanfic #bubs writes fic about jpt #mine #giving akj hugs #one fic at a time 💕

[tropical-lazor-beams]

[image description: black and white sketch. dangeresque, further in the background, points his nunchuck-gun forward in a wide stance. dangeresque too, in the foreground, leans back on his feet & points his own gun in the air. they both look seriously to the right at an unseen target. at the left are some crates in the background. the caption is red, blocky & curvy text, reading "you take the big guy". end image description]

i honest to god put more stock into the relationship between these double-fictional characters than sb & hs themselves sometimes

#the implications man the implications #i read that one comic yes and i think the honest to god nice level the dangeresque two's relationship is built upon is. so fun #i will analyze that in another post. this post is for me to say. i really like it #god what if i wrote a story. see i really like the idea of stories where sb has to confront the beings from his own creations #in a messy & extremely freudian manner #so one where he meets up with the cast of dangeresque would be fun to make. i can imagine it #if cutsey/sultry buttons craig & strong sad's misc brother characters are any indication there is a good deal of actor influence #in the cast's realization as characters. i mean like bubs & the kot & pom pom & the poopsmith play their parts pretty straightforwardly #but let's face it. sb can come up with very nice concepts but he can't do super varied character types. #the rest of the cast are responsible for much of the variety in the actual character trait department. he makes up the drama fine #okay i said i wouldn't do analysis in this post. my point is a fcusa/dangeresque cast meetup would be interesting #because some of them are direct strong bad products & there'd be some people dealing with #yep yeah i figured out that's how sb views me while i was playing that character. or even just yep i'm not like that at all #meanwhile others would be like man it sure is nice how i'm not actually like that but it kind of hurts how sb views me so #and yet others would be like say strong bad since dangeresque & dangeresque too are getting up to some stuff right now #wouldn't it be so cool if we also did something. so that they could see their progentitor-types have also got epic things going on #god ask me about this again at a time not so late at night okay. and also once i've had more time to think about it

[tradingjackbs]

i'd like to make a formal apology to the jayce community

#ive technically only killed him twice in writing. and it was with as much love and respect as i could give someone i killed #some of the other things ive written.... ive only headcanoned he dies. like after or before or whatever. #(the dark hexcore thing i wrote for example. i hced he dies after that and vik is trapped forever :/ i didnt wriye that out for a reason) #(the reason being. i didnt want to) #and yes. i have beat him up a lot. but. he gets his happiness ok #i sound like a crazy person lmaooo listen i had to tell a story and he had to suffer for it just like in canon 😭 #do you think the creator doesnt love the creation when they're making them suffer?? okay?? #i love this boy. i do. i swear 😭😭 tbh most of the time im hurting him it's to make vik suffer #like ok i know jayce is the one being tortured in the torture scene but it was to get at vik goddamnit #if it was a different character then it wouldve been them!! (not that it couldve been. jayce was literally created for vik lmao sorry bub)

[tahdashi]

i’m gonna finish these tot hcs and post them tonight 😾 no more procrastinating !!!!

#bub and i wrote 2 sentences and 1 word collectively #all day #we are so productive #sayu speaks

[134340am]

both! no running away 😤 i'm not playing coy. i am making grabby hands back at you and peppering you with little smooches for good vibes 😙

yes! it IS almost noon and i made the executive decision to work from home so i will make sure to stay fed and hydrated!! 🥺 thinking of you!!

oh yesssss, i am still riding that writing wave for as long as i can hold out. but oooOOOo i can't wait to read your drabble, but don't stay up too late!! 🙈

o i feel so loved 🥺 thank u baby i’m hugging u as tight as i can and tucking us in under a soft blanket

i love working from home!!! no long and sweaty commute, no awkward hallway chats, and best of all: no pants ☺️✨ hope you had a nice lunch, bub! what did you eat? have you had dinner too?

i swear i need to make a proper reading list and sit down and just read for the whole day… i feel like i’m missing out on so many good fics because i’m busy at work or tired or trying to write 🥲 but today’s friday so i’m looking forward to decompressing tonight and curling up in bed with my phone LOL

riding the wave of inspiration and creativity—isn’t that the best feeling ever? i rarely get those but i can feel the energy!!! rubbing off on my blog from yours :*)

m about to go to work but i hope you’ll have a great sleep! don’t stay up too late, too ☺️ <3

#thank u sm for ur sweet tags on my plant dad ushi piece :*( #i wrote it while thinking of u #if potter ushi and plant dad ushi r different people i wonder how they’d be like if they met #hehehe food for thought #take care bub and sleep early! #beloved laura #ask yuna #love letters for yuna

[lildudie18]

🐞 I also, like any other artist, wish my blog would be less rambling more art but if you follow me you're following me for me not my art or my thoughts but both and since all what people on tumblr do is talk allow me 🐞

🐞 I don't think I could dream let alone imagine my blog being organized with artworks posted neatly or anything like that I'm way too messy to keep shit straight so yeah I'm expecting a talking blog like this one here and there maybe it'll open your minds to see that I am in fact a person too who likes to talk too much for a conversation too little for a book; a person who likes to draw too much for doodles too little for full finished works 🐞

🐞 dealing with time where you're mentally challenged and struggling to stay stable is weird it's hard and it's certainly annoying; even if there's nobody to listen let stuff out calm yourself down because you'll never mean the stuff you say when you're mad 🐞

🐞 I wish everyone a good evening and if I stay in track this month a very nice artwork is one its way to yall so to my followers ty for staying this far and if you see me for the first time don't let them bugs scare you that's just how a bubs is 🐞

#meaningless chatter #hello tumblr #Idk why i wrote this but I felt like it #if you see this at least let me know? #is shadowbanning a thing here #or am I jus a small creator #am i insane #oh well #anyhow have a nice day #bubs bacc?

[bubbledtee]

the day that i post “a break” part 2 is the day i break the internet

#it’s just funny to keep you guys waiting at this point #IM SORRY I JUST WROTE THAT FIRST PART WHEN I HAD COVID AND A FULL WEEK WITH NOTHING TO DO #school is a lot rn #bub’s thoughts

[adhdvane]

i only just found out that bringing haaselia out for kengo shenanigans was a thing... i understand now...

wtf... well fuck the team i originally made specifically for atum bc i still canceled every trigger with this team...

#sammy liveblogs about granblue #sammy be quiet #sammy no #dumb text post #long post #or well the images make it longer #i put the commentary in the images which kind of shortens it #even though i doubt anyone with a screen reader is going to see this post i put alt descriptions in #to describe the text i wrote and other things #could also be useful if you can't read my terrible handwriting lol #wtf the ougi every turn thing is crazy #i didn't even use bonito for the 200% charge call i used it FOR THE TWO DEBUFFS IT LANDS ON THE BOSS sdifjhs #this was during strike time tho so i started with 100% charge #kengo is one of the few teams i dont use bubs main summon and use varuna instead #....its bc i dont have bonito... also i ougi so fast its easy to get the stacks with bubs as a sub #the other other teams i dont use bubs main is all my dark teams bc hades main + baha friend sup is just better dps for the whole party #and also i really want to use the baha friend sup so i can have two baha and just constantly have baha buff :) #ALSO IF ATUM COULD STOP DROPPING THE SPEAR AND DROP THE GODDAMN STAFF BC THATS THE ONE I WANT #if reducing the spear gave me anima that would be nice... ive gotten so many they just go in the reserve at this point #i wanna mess around with manadiver in fire and i want al-abad for a mainhand #i dont feel like wasting dama on red sphere or tropical fairy for a mainhand bc manadiver will never be my main for fire #not while i have ullikummi and loving it still

[saetoru]

anyway while cat beats the dragon dude for me look at my beloved 😻😻😻 he was a lil rude in that last one so i’m sending him to the couch for that :/

#tee plays genshin #bub should write that for me #genshin boys when u send them to the couch #and then they charm u into letting them stay with u in the bed #bub if ur seeing this #consider this #if u already wrote that #ignore me im dumb #i’ll read it asap if it is #if not #consider it 🙈

[gimmeurtmi]

stamina — seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, oral (m receiving), deep throating, use of “bubs”, “baby”, “puppy”, face fucking pretty much, cum play, lmk if i missed one!

inspo: my hopes and ambitions

notes: wrote this for day 8 of kinktober so it’s a little late but i loved this too much to leave it behind <3

{ wc: 2706 }

As soon as Seungmin came home you could tell he was frustrated. It was obvious from the way he’d rolled his eyes at seemingly nothing, clearly thinking about something that annoyed him. It was obvious from the way he was completely zoned out during the movie, and the way he simply shrugged when you asked him if he wanted popcorn. Ever since he got his braces off he never said no to popcorn.

Something was clearly bothering him. And considering he was still incredibly sweet to you and hugged your knees during the movie—you knew it had to be something that happened at work.

“Seung, did everything go okay during your lesson?”

“Fine,” he said, entirely too quickly.

You brought your hand to his shoulder, rubbing your thumb against his skin lightly. He exhaled sharply, knowing you caught him in his lie. He was thankful you weren’t pushing him to speak though, and kissed your temple to show his gratitude for you.

“It’s this comeback,” he sighed after a few moments, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. “It’s kicking my ass.”

“You always say that,” you hum softly, “and it always turns out fine. In fact, you get better with every comeb–”

“--yeah, yeah,” he dismisses quickly, “I know.”

“Then what is it, baby?”

He sighed deeply, letting his eyes scan around the room as he let his thoughts gather in his brain before he could voice them. Then he licked his lips and sighed one more time.

“I’m frustrated,” he started, “hyung keeps saying I’m gonna need a lot of stamina for this song. It’s apparently a really complicated dance and it’s already hard vocally.”

“Then you just need to work on your stamina,” you offered softly.

“Yeah, I know that,” he rolled his eyes, “but I don’t know what the dance is gonna be like so all I can do is practise my vocals while running like some idiot.”

“If that’s what you need to do–”

“--I wish they’d just let me see the dance, but they’re being weirdly secretive about it and I can’t work like this.”

You squeezed his shoulder lightly, trying to distract him from the frustration he was so visibly still feeling. “I can come run with you? Practise the song and we can run around th–”

“--I can’t run anymore,” he shakes his head, “it’s stupid and it’s not even gonna help that much. The stamina you need for dancing isn’t the same as running.”

“Then try and figure out what you need to build your stamina and we can do that if you want,” you try, “or if it’s something you need to do alone. I’m here to help when you need it, Seung.”

“I know,” he turned to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I just need to figure it out until hyung finally teaches us the choreo.”

You didn’t want to wait for Seungmin to figure it out by himself, you wanted to help him even if it was just a suggestion you could offer him, so instead you decided to confer with the only other vocalist you knew.

Jeongin was helpful, you think, as he offered things like weight lifting and dancing to a choreo Seungmin already knew. Seungmin declined both those suggestions however. He hated weights, and dancing to a different choreo was too confusing for him.

When you asked Chan for his suggestions, swearing him to secrecy because you knew Seungmin didn’t want him to worry–he suggested something quite different.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a proven fact. None of my vocal teachers have ever said this to me, which is probably why the other two haven’t thought about it–but sex is known to build your stamina.”

“Chan, if this is your weird way of saying he just needs to get laid–”

“--have fun!”

And then he ended the call.

You thought it over for a few days, thinking surely Chan was just trying to be a little shit. You knew he was protective of his band members and always wanted to help him, but you also knew he loved stressing you out–so surely that wasn’t sound advice.

Besides, you were almost certain Seungmin wouldn’t be able to focus on his vocals if he was fucking you. Sex was surely not the answer you were looking for.

Even so, the next time Seungmin came home from a vocal lesson with frustration deep on his brows, you decided you wanted his opinion on the matter, too. If it helped him you’d do anything and honestly, when Seungmin started working towards a new comeback he was usually too tired to do anything physical with you when he came home. You wanted to convince yourself you were definitely doing this to help him, and not because it was you that needed to get laid. You weren’t being selfish about this, really. Chan said it could help!

Seungmin shared your opinion that he surely wouldn’t be able to focus on singing at all if you were naked and moaning on top of him, so it would be completely pointless.

“What if I sucked you off, then?” You try, as neutrally as possible.

“How will that help?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, throwing your hands in the air.

“If you want my dick in your mouth just ask, you don’t need an excuse,” he smirked.

“I promise I do genuinely think this could help,” you pouted at him, “and if it doesn’t you still get your dick wet so it’s a win-win, really.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes to fully sell it as he unbuckled his belt. “I guess you can suck my dick, then.”

You giggled at him, carefully lowering yourself onto the floor.

You watch as Seungmin pulls down his pants, letting them pool onto the floor right in front of your knees. You grab onto his thighs, slowly pulling them apart as you rack your nails across his smooth skin.

You kiss his knee slowly, planting another kiss higher and then higher before nuzzling your face by his stomach. You let your lips ghost near his hip bone, kissing it softly before slowly sucking on the taut skin.

He sucks in a breath, his big hands going to your neck and pushing you closer.

“I can’t hear any singing, Seung,” you say against his skin before making sure to suck a mark into his stomach.

He lets out a small moan, shutting his eyes tightly before he licks his lips.

“Okay, okay,” he lets out, taking in a deep breath, “this might actually work.”

You chuckle to yourself before splaying your hands across his thighs, kneading at the muscles as your lips trail from one hip bone to the other.

Seungmin starts singing, his voice even and strong.

It almost bothers you, how controlled his voice is, and so you run your hand from his inner thigh to his crotch. He isn’t fully hard yet, and you’re sure he’s trying to bring all his focus on the right notes and words.

You’re gonna have to help him, then.

You kiss along his tip, soft and slow. Open mouthed kisses, trailing from the head all the way to the base while you use your other hand to softly run your nails across his inner thigh.

You can feel his cock growing harder, warmer against your lips.

His voice is still too even for your liking.

You spit in your hand, licking the wetness around to make sure it’s fully wet–and it’s then you notice the singing has stopped. You look up questioningly.

“What is it?”

“That was so fucking hot,” he lets out. His eyes are clouded, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

“Don’t stop singing,” you order him instead, trying your best to ignore the way your walls flutter at his intense stare.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, nodding slowly before he tries to remember what part of the song he got to. He can’t really recall, having been too turned on by your actions so he simply starts again from the beginning.

You spit in your hand one more time, Seungmin shutting his eyes tightly at the sight, before you start stroking his cock. You keep going until he’s fully hard, when he starts singing what you think is the chorus–and then you take him in your mouth.

You push him inside your throat until you start choking slightly and then you hollow out your cheeks. You start bobbing your head right away, up and down as fast as you can take it without gagging.

The singing stops again.

You look up at him, blinking a few tears away, waiting for him to keep singing.

He doesn’t.

Instead he brings his thumb to the corner of your eye, wiping the wetness away and moaning.

“Your mouth is so warm,” he sighs, as if in a dream. “You take my cock so good, bubs.”

You pull away. Seungmin brings a hand to the back of your head, trying to push you back down but you push his wrist away.

“That’s not the deal, puppy,” you remind him, “I stop when you stop.”

“I can’t focus on the song when you gag like that,” he whines.

You push up on your knees to kiss him softly on the lips. “Try.”

He groans in response, lulling his head from one side to the other before he opens his eyes with a new found determination in them.

“Alright,” he says, “let’s go.”

Seungmin is known for his dutifulness, is known for his strong mind and level-headedness. You can’t ignore just how wet it makes you to know you have the power to make him lose his focus, but you can’t think about that too much. If you do, you won’t care about helping him anymore and you’d start begging him to fuck you.

No, you can’t do that. You both need to focus on his stamina right now.

You wait for Seungmin to sing again, starting from the very beginning of the song one more time, before you let his dick slide all the way down your throat again.

You make sure to breathe through your nose, swallowing around him every few seconds.

Once you start moving slowly, making sure to tuck your teeth behind your lips as much as you can, you see his stomach clenching tightly as he keeps singing. He’s still hitting all the notes, you think, but he takes deeper breaths between each line.

He doesn’t sound as controlled anymore.

The knowledge of that spurs you on, and you start moving your tongue up and down against the underside of his cock. You can trace the vein there with your tongue, can feel it pulsing heavily inside your mouth.

You move your head up and down, as fast as you can possibly go, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

Seungmin’s panting above you, his fingers buried in your hair as he pushes you further down his cock. He’s still singing, but only barely, and at this point you aren’t too sure if you care anymore.

You feel spit sliding down the corner of your mouth and you try to suck it all back in, but it’s too late. It’s messy, dribbling all the way down your chin and onto Seungmin’s smooth thigh. You don’t care about the mess, either.

You barely care about the aching wetness between your legs, too busy with the salty taste hitting the back of your throat in small intervals with each time Seungmin messes up and moans mid-note.

You hear him repeating the same line three times, trying to get the notes just right but failing as you gag around his tip after a particularly deep thrust from his part.

You aren’t sure when he started fucking into your mouth but you let him, relaxing your jaw as much as you can and breathing deeply every time his cock hits your throat like that.

He brings his other hand, the one that isn’t pushing and pulling your hair, around your throat.

He doesn’t apply any pressure, but you know he’s trying to feel just how deep he is inside you–and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You aren’t sure when he started moving and how you didn’t notice, but he buries his hand in your underwear, moaning at your wetness.

“Look how wet you get when I fuck your mouth,” he moans deeply, “bet you actually did make this up just so you could suck my dick.”

You can’t answer him, but you try your best to nod as he pushes his cock in and out of your mouth. It isn’t even true, you did actually want to help, but when Seungmin uses that tone with you you’d agree with anything he says.

“My little baby loves sucking cock so much,” he chuckles at you, sliding two fingers inside you with ease, “gonna get me addicted to your mouth like this.”

You moan, your throat closing in around his dick as you feel the vibrations from your vocal cords around Seungmin’s hand. He grabs your chin, pulling it down further as he pulls your bottom lip down.

“Gonna cum down your throat, yeah?” He asks, just to make sure you can take it–and your wide eyes tell him there’s nothing more you want in that moment.

He slumps back into the couch, both hands on each of your cheeks to keep you in place as he starts fully fucking into your mouth–shameless as he lets his moans spill out into the air.

You aren’t sure what was prettier, this or his singing, but you want to hear either and both for the rest of your life.

You grab onto his knees for some sort of support as his thrusts move quickly and ungracefully–until he’s grabbing onto your hair and spilling inside your mouth.

You welcome the salty taste happily, letting your tongue touch the roof of your mouth as the bitterness takes over your senses. Before you can swallow, Seungmin grabs your chin and opens your mouth.

“Let me see, bubs,” he pants, chest heaving in the aftermath of his orgasm, “show me how dirty I made you.”

You stick your tongue out, trying your best to keep his cum on it and not let it spill, but Seungmin clearly has other plans.

He presses his finger into your tongue, watching as the thick whiteness coating your tongue slips down your lips and onto your chest.

“So fucking dirty,” he mumbles, gathering the cum that hasn’t spilled and pushing it back into your mouth.

As if in a trance, he pushes it in deeper, gathering everything with his fingers before nodding at you slightly–silently telling you to swallow it now. When you stick your tongue back out there’s nothing but spit around your mouth, and Seungmin pushes your chin down to let it spill onto your shirt, too.

“Did it help?” You ask after a few moments, the spaced out look in Seungmin’s eyes still very much present. You can’t ignore just how rough your voice sounds, and it sends another wave of arousal into your pussy.

“Did what help?” He blinks at you.

“The stamina,” your voice is almost gone, “did fucking my face help your stamina?”

Seungmin chuckles, leaning back into the couch and pulling you with him. You ignore the slight ache in your knees–you’re gonna have to treat some rug burns later–and joining him on the couch as he pulls you into his arms.

“I think so,” he sighs, wiping your chin with the back of his hand, “but now I know for a fact every time I sing that song I’m gonna want to fuck your face again.”

You suppress the moan building up in your chest. “Maybe this time you should take me on tour, then.”

“So I can fuck your face every night?” He challenges, eyebrows high on his face.

You nod quickly.

“You got a fucking deal, bubs,” he laughs, leaning his head back on the pillows and letting out the most content sigh you’ve heard from him all week.

#seungmin x reader #seungmin x y/n #seungmin x you #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x you #kim seungmin x y/n #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #all.works #kinktober23

[blondwhowrites]

A/N I wrote this in five minutes don't mind if it's mid

"I want a puffskein", you suddenly spoke up, shrugging your shoulders as you nuzzled into your boyfriend's side. 

Mattheo's face twisted up in confusion, and he looked down at you, amused. "A puffskein?" he repeated, raising a brow quizzically. 

You nodded your head and hummed. "Yes, a puffskein. They are cute and fuzzy, and I want one. Bubs, we should get a puffskein, and it can be our child." 

He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Yeah, uh, that's not happening, princess," he said, and he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping itself around your waist. 

You gasped and tilted your head to look up at him. Your lips jutted out in a pout as you stared up at your boyfriend. "But Matty, I want one!" you whined. 

He looked down at you, and he was silent for a moment before he sighed. He rolled his eyes, defeated. "Okay, fine, we can get a puffskein,"  he conceded. He was always unable to say no to you, especially when you looked at him like that. 

You perked up, excitedly pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss. "Our first child!" you squealed, getting up and fluttering around your dorm room, already imagining the perfect spot for your future puffskein. 

"I'm never going to know peace," he sighed to himself, rubbing at his temple and chuckling as he watched you scramble around your dorm excitedly. 

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