#Cyber Delicious

[dark-water-siren]

Cyber Delicious

#cyber delicious #mermaid #mermaids #siren #sirens #mermaid art

[cybermeep]

eating the fake cardboard cinnamon churros from taco bell.. i am on the ethereal plane

#cyber meeps #something about them is very delicious to me

[movedtodykedvonte]

Frankly the acid theory has just as much credence to the theory of burning his eyes from looking at the sun, don’t put down other peoples interpretations. A lot of people don’t have Swatch or any of the staff do it, it was an accident or of his own volition.

I’m pretty open about not liking the theory that much but I am also open about being fine with it being apart of aus or if it does turn out canon. It’s boring to me and ur literally talking to someone who actively talks about being a magic puppetification truther like I don’t know what you expect from me here.

Like I’m not going into others inboxes and telling them the theory is mid or their aus suck, or rebloggin posts with the theory and shitting on them. Hell I even made a post about finding the theory interesting in like certain situations it’s just like not or ever gonna be MY theory for what happened to him. I think I voice and post my opinion on it pretty respectfully in all honesty.

#I know it’s not the case he got thrown in but majority of people use that interpretation #and while deliciously angsty it also horribly mischaracterizes those characters #plus I’m team acid really does just shrink cyber darkeners #we can have conflicting theories and be friends don’t come into my inbox and act like I’m bullying people ass #I am dramatic in my tags like calm down I’m not foaming at the mouth in rage when I see it #anyway is ao3 down today cause imma write the next chapter but I like #need to reread the fic before and I don’t wanna open 8 google docs #utdr #ask #acid theory #omg this reminds me of the image of the like stick guy biting the twig in two with fangs #you think I’m like that

[anthurak]

So I thought I’d throw together a bit of a timeline theory I’ve been thinking about since the last episode surrounding Fizzerolli, how he started working for Mammon, when and how he may have gotten together with Ozzie, who exactly kept him and Blitzo apart after the accident, and also an idea for some rather appropriate karmic irony.

See, we hear in Mammon’s Midseason Special that Fizz has won Mammon’s Clown Pageant the last ten years in a row. But nothing about that indicates that ten years ago was the first time Fizz won.

Instead, I think the actual first time Fizz won Mammon’s Clown Pageant was fifteen years ago. As in, shortly before the accident. For one this really adds some additional weight to the flashbacks we get in Oops. The big celebration we see wasn’t just for Fizz’s birthday, it was celebrating Fizz getting his big break. Winning this competition and getting the chance to work with Mammon, the Sin of Greed himself.

As well as adding even greater weight to Blitzo trying to give Fizz a love letter. Blitzo likely thought this would be the last chance he would get.

Additionally, this would also neatly explain Mammon’s involvement in Fizz’s recovery after the accident. It’s clear that Mammon bankrolled Fizzerolli’s recovery and cyberization, so that begs the question of what would prompt Mammon to invest so much time and effort into helping seemingly some random imp circus kid? Well, what if said kid not only just won his Clown Pageant, but did SO good that Mammon decided pretty much immediately that he wanted THIS kid as his new brand mascot? And then just a few weeks or even days later, that kid was horrifically maimed in a terrible accident at his home? Yeah, I think that gives Mammon ALL the reason to stick his neck out for Fizz. And if you’re going to ask ‘Why didn’t Mammon just drop Fizz after he was basically crippled?’ Because Mammon is the embodiment of GREED. He WANTED Fizzerolli and he was going to HAVE him.

Plus, I think we can assume that this is where Asmodeus entered the picture, with Mammon calling him in to do Fizzerolli’s cybernetics. In turn, I think it’s easy to guess that Ozzie being so closely involved in Fizz’s recovery is when the two started falling in love.

In short, Fizzerolli spends the next few years recovering before making his big debut as Mammon’s new hot brand mascot, winning his next Clown Pageant, and goes on to win every pageant for the next ten years up to present.

Now the other angle here is the big ‘Who conspired to keep Blitzo and Fizz apart after the accident?’ And I’m going to be honest; it is DEFINITELY Cash Buckzo. Like I know some people have theorized that it was Mammon, but frankly that theory just doesn’t make sense anymore. Mammon simply doesn’t have much motive or means to have done this, and if nothing else, he straight up doesn’t recognize Blitzo in the newest episode.

Cash on the other has both motive AND means in abundance. He was certainly one of the people most closely looking after Fizzerolli after the fire and he had every reason to want to cut Blitzo out of Fizzerolli’s life. Likely a combination of petty spite against his son for causing the accident which burned down their circus, likely injured dozens and even killed his wife, and also wanting to isolate and ‘protect’ Fizzerolli, his big cash cow. Especially now that he’d gotten the attention of Mammon, with Cash likely hoping to get/mooch as much as he could out of this new arrangement.

Now that last bit in particular get’s interesting because it’s clear that if Cash was hoping to continue profiting off Fizzerolli, it clearly didn’t work. What with how we have seen neither hide nor hair of Cash around Fizz, who in turn has not brought him up once.

So what happened?

Well, in a bit of delicious karmic irony, I think Cash was the one to cut Blitzo out of Fizz’s life, only to later get cut out of Fizz’s life himself by MAMMON.

#helluva boss #helluva boss theory #helluva boss timeline #fizzarolli #helluva fizzarolli #mammon #helluva mammon #asmodeus #helluva asmodeus #fizzmodeus #blitzo #helluva blitzo #cash buckzo #dramatic irony

[crtter]

List of New Spamton Lore

This post contains all the new information about Spamton revealed on September 17th and 18th 2022 through the Spamton Sweepstakes and the Twitter Q&A, ranging from the most important reveals to small details, in no particular order!

Spamton might be dual typed, with his two elements being Puppet and Cat. It could also be, however, that he merely meant that the Puppet and the Cat elements share the same elemental weaknesses and that his sole element is Puppet.

Spamton once considered Swatch a close friend who always listened to him and was a shoulder for him to cry on.

Spamton seems to be especially fond of the Mike person he mentions in the game, citing him as the only one he’d spare if he got revenge on all of those who he feels have wronged him and declining to give people any information about him in order to protect him from “THAT [Cathode]’S CREW”.

Spamton is aware “haters” want to inflict bodily damage onto him (especially cover him in milk and throw him against a wall) and his official stance on the subject is “[Cool down with a]!!! WHAT IF ONE DAY, YOU ENDED UP [Killed] ME!?” and “WE DON’T DO THAT WITHOUT [A 72 hour paid Appointment]!!”

Spamton met Noelle before her arrival to Cyber World through her replying to his spam e-mails (implied to be about a supposedly “friend finder” website she tried to find her sister through). She was the only one to ever reply to one of his e-mails and, in return, he sent her a code that, when input into the Cat Petterz 2 game, produced a pipis reminiscent to the Bad Egg glitch from the Pokémon games.

The Pipis Spamton sent Noelle is implied to be the only gift he ever gave someone, since he seems unable to give people goods without trading them for money, even symbolically, either because of his corruption or as a trait of his species.

Spamton is aware people find him attractive and attributes it to his “MASSIVE [Ass]”.

Spamton doesn’t know what his Spamton EX form would have looked like.

Spamton claims that first three letters of the hidden, garbled lyrics hidden in BIG SHOT and as a voice line in the Spamton plush are “F I N”.

Spamton recognizes that his speech contains “[Brackets]“ and “[Random sp4m quotes]” to someone who’s looking at it in text form.

Spamton can repeat pieces of phrases he reads or is told, something he does in four different occasions between the Sweepstakes and the Q&A, which implies some of the things he says might be fully copied and pasted together from other sources.

Spamton claims his favorite food is Mexican food, but very specifically from the Pipis “The Original” restaurant, which is a reference present in the original game.

When answering this particular question, he answered it by repeating phrases taken directly from the restaurant’s Facebook page almost word for word.

Spamton considers himself handsome.

Spamton might know about Jockington and thinks he’d disapprove of his “Pipis Big Shot Fantasyship Ring” product, maybe because Pipis isn’t a real sport.

Spamton is in a certain amount of denial about his downfall.

Spamton made two separate references to being willing to be in a three-way relationship.

Spamton doesn’t like people that aren’t very well acquainted with them referring to his Pipis as eggs and calls them “[The boys]”. He considers the idea of them being used as a food source as pretty barbaric but admits it’d look “DELICIS” and “[Cheap]”.

Spamton knows a certain man is responsible for handing white eggs to people.

Spamton doesn’t seem to remember the Knight (or is pretending not to).

Spamton claims the Cungadero is the “[Nation’s Most Popular Car]”.

Spamton has always been shorter than the other Addisons.

Spamton seems to find non-digital painting an interesting concept and dubbed The Mona Spamton as “[History's First Fully Authentic] PAINTING”.

Spamton describes what happened to him as being made “INTO YOUR [living puppet] AND [enslave me] WITH [visions of glory]”.

Spamton implies that, at one point, he was pushed inside the Queen’s pool and given a swirlie in the mansion’s toilets.

Spamton seems to believe he has “died” in the past in some way.

When asked about his sexual orientation, Spamton claims to “LIKE [anyone and anything] THAT GIVE ME [Money]!!” and to be a “[Business Loving Businessman]”.

The little animated sprite of Spamton dancing borrows some moves from the famous Dancing Baby, a CGI animation from 1996 that’s widely considered to be the first meme.

Spamton finds Queen attractive. More specifically, that she has a “[smoking hot a$$]”, something he mentions in two separate occasions when referring to her.

Spamton appreciates his fans, calling them [Fellow Freaks].

Spamton considers Ralsei a “[scringley]”.

Spamton knows what memes are (he spells them as “m3m3”) and referenced around 11 different memes in both the Sweepstakes and the Q&A.

He specifically referenced the everyteenagers4free hot dog husband post when talking about Jevil, which could imply they’re exes.

Spamton considers Berdly’s statue as the best thing he has ever found in the trash.

Spamton seems to have frequent flashbacks about being evicted from Queen’s mansion.

Spamton thinks the Addisons were never his real friends and were embarrassed to be seen with him because he was “bad for business”.

Spamton knows what Neopets are.

Spamton stuck his nose inside a Cungadero’s auxiliary power outlet at least once.

#god is this long! sorry everyone #Spamton #Deltarune #Spamton Sweepstakes #Spamton Q&A #long post

[ato-catto]

Due to popular vote:

Broly x Reader

Gentle.

"Be gentle." You soothed, handing the small animal into Brolys large hands.

You have been showing the tall saiyan around your home- and the woods stretching out beyond it. After so long on Vampa- and then Beerus World, he had had little opportunity to encounter the cyber things in life, and you where eager and determined to show him.

His dark eyes widened as the small white bunny organised all four fadded feet in his palm, before settling down to lick itself.

"What.. is it doing?" He asked, his tone low and soft.

"It's grooming itself." You smile, watching his face contort into an amused confusion.

He brought the bunny to eyelevel and watched with intruigement as it scooped its tongue over tufts of white fur.

"Strange.." he murmered, before the bunny- seemingly offended- hopped away.

"Off he goes." You smiled, crossing your legs on the grass under you. Broly sat back on his heals and watched as the bunny dissapeared under a bush, with a slightly solemn expression.

"Did I scare it?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"No. I think it just got bored." You smiled, leaning back on your hands.

"Oh.." he turned back to the bush but the bunny was long gone, leaving nothing but a dent in the grass behind.

You sat with him in silence, the warm sun beating down on your faces. The warmth brought a peaceful look to his usually solemn face, which sent happy flutters through your stomach. He closed his eyes and titled his face up to the sun, his shaggy hair falling down his shoulders. He let out a slow, contented breath and his shoulders relaxed, listening to the gentle chirp of the birds around him.

You smiled, watching him. He deserved the world- a gentle giant given the worst start to life.

He opened his eyes and turned to you, catching you mid-stare. Broly looked at you, as if to say 'what?'

You felt your cheeks heat into a blush, and turned to look at the grass.

"Is there.. something on my face?" He tilted his head. "Y/N?"

You couldn't look back at him, caught off guard by the sudden beating of your heart and the red raising to your cheeks. He looked.. glorious in the sun. His tan skinned glowed a delicious honey gold, and his dark eyes shimmered.

"Y/N?" He repeated, now leaning closer to touch you and get your attention.

"It's nothing!" You chirped, turning to him with a smile. "You just look happy, and that's making me happy."

Broly frowned. He knew what a blush indicated- he had spent enough time with others at this point to understand body language cues- and he related blushing to being uncomfortable, or flustered.

"Oh..kay.." He tilted his head. Perhaps she was too warm, then? No, she was sat in the shade.

You purse your lips- he was still staring. Like he could hear your thrumming heart.

'Please look away- please look away-' you beg inwardly, curling your toes inside your shoes.

"Y/N." Broly murmered. "Do not lie to me, please."

You turned to find him giving you the most earnest look, his dark brows furrowed over his eyes.

"I... I'm not lying to you-" Your voice was thick.

"Mm.." He leant closer accusingly.

You instinctively leant backwards. "I swear!"

"You shouldn't swear on a lie." Broly raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes flicking about your face, taking in your expressions. "I can see you blushing."

He was too close. "Broly.. stop. I'm not blushing-"

His hand slowly raised and touched your cheek. "Warm." He stated.

"Okay so perhaps I am." You pursed your lips. The feeling of his hand on your skin left tingles of electric coursing through your face.

"Why?" He looked at your mouth.

Perhaps it was just out of vague interest as you spoke, but the fact that he looked.. made you audibly swallow. "Because you flustered me. You looked.. handsome.. in the sunlight."

Broly blinked. "You think I am... handsome?"

You let out a shaky breath. "Yes.."

"Well you are pretty. Very pretty." Broly murmered, not moving back. "And you look pretty in the sunlight, too."

His soft tone melted your heart, an even more intense blush growing on your face, spreading to your ears, which made him smile slightly. He moved forward slightly, compelled by a feeling in his chest, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You were caught entirely off-guard, hands automatically coming to his face and eyes fluttering shut.

You both looked the picture, sitting there in the sun, the burly tall Saiyan on his knees, pressing a tender kiss to your mouth. And you, your hair catching the rays, your cheeks pink.

Broly felt the feeling in his chest grow, using his size to push you flat against the grass, his mouth dancing against yours. A deep rumble came from within his chest as he settled between you thighs and caged you between his arms on the grass.

Your heart was gushing over, the feeling of his weight and lips on yours better than a dream come true.

His smell was unique, indescribably earthy and soft on the senses.

Broly parted to breathe, panting softly, opening his eyes to lock on yours.

"Thank.. you."

#broly x reader #broly #dbs broly #dbz

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hii I don't know if you write for Cipher from fast and furious but if you do could I request her with prompt 53 and/or 59 🫶 I absolutely adore your fics

Heyyy @ciphersonlywife !! I just saw faxt X for the second time, and I can’t tell you how much I loved Cipher in it 🔥 So your request comes at the perfect time! Thanks for the quests & Hope you enjoy! PSA: manipulation below. This is obviously not ok or healthy. Be advised.

Sirens in Your Head ~Cipher(Fast X) xFem College!Student!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#53. “Shit, right there Daddy, please!! … Uhh… I… I didn’t mean that…!”

#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, age gap(all legal), pet names, chocking, trespassing, illegal activities, chocking kink, hand kink, Daddy kink, manipulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

How had you, a college freshman and relatively normal young adult, end up working with the world renown cyber terrorist known as ‘Cypher’…?

Well the short story of it is that she picked your broke ass up from MIT and offered you a job.

And the long story is… a little more complicated…

~~~

Cipher had been looking for a good crew ever since Toretto and her escape from her glass cage. And when she heard of a mass hack across all U.S. military equipment, she was intrigued. She was even more intrigued when she found out after some digging that it was done by a MIT freshman.

~~~

That’s how, when you entered your dorm coming back from your chem class, you found the woman who you would come to know you intimately well, leaning back against the opposing wall.

“I… I’m sorry, can I help you?” You asked.

The blonde lunged herself effortlessly off the wall, making her way towards you.

“Sit.” was her sultry reply, indicating towards your desk chair, while she invaded your proximity and locked the door behind you.

The strange woman then watched you sit down without question as she leaned back against your desk. Your breath hitched under her intense gaze. You had to look up to meet her eyes.

She didn’t know what she was expecting, but she certainly expecting you…

“I heard of someone who cyber attacked all of the U.S. military’s key tech… even the classified pieces…” the blonde stared you down as she cooly explained.

“Oh…?” You choked out, your face reddening at her choice of topic.

“Yes. Gotta hand it to the person… pretty clever.” She continued, “Especially when I found out it was a 19 year old kid who hasn’t had any priors… and hasn’t been caught for it…”

Her eyes glimmered mischievously and were drilling into your soul, your own flickering away and doing a terrible job at keeping her at bay. That’s when you noticed the woman’s hands. They were tightly gripping your desk.

And fuck how they were delicious… The idea of them touching you sent sparks through your body and to your core…

You shook your head. You were being found out for a federal crime for gods sake and you were fantasizing about this woman’s hands. But then one of them picks your chin up, directing your gaze back up to her eyes.

Cipher cocked her head amusingly, her eyes scanning you, attempting to solve you. She then removed her hand and a whimper which you desperately tried to stifle escaped you anyway. Your pupils were blown out of proportion, your cheeks ablaze with fusia.

“I want you to work for me…” The woman spoke.

But you didn’t register her. All you could think about was her close presence and her hands which were now rhythmically tapping on your desk. This time Cypher brought her hand to your throat, pushing your head back up to her gaze and squeezing your throat lightly at the same time.

“I don’t like to repeat myself…” she warned, slightly tightening her hold on you.

This time there was no mistaking the pathetic whimper that escaped your lips. And suddenly, the blonde’s eyes flushed with a whole new darkness.

“You… Ohhh, is that what it is…? find this attractive?” Cipher tauntingly purred.

Your breath hitched yet again. You didn’t know whether she was referring to her hand or her choking you or just her in general, but you desperately nodded. She then picked you up by the throat with ease, suddenly switching your positions and pinning you to your desk, eliciting a gasp from you.

“Up.” The blonde commanded.

You hopped up on your desk as fast as humanly possible. Your heart was racing and your breathing was erratic. You immediately looked back up to the blonde. With a wicked smirk, the blonde crept her hands up your thighs, making you shudder. Her hands spread your legs open and hiked your skirt up with ease. You were a flustered mess.

Ciphers eyes never wavered from staring down at you, partially looking for any signs of you not wanting this but mainly wanting to watch ever little reaction she could draw out of you.

“Is this what you want, baby…?” She taunted, her index finger tracing teasing circles over your clothed clit.

Your eyes widened and your hips jerked at the teasing pleasure and pet name. Your mouth formed into a silent O as she continued to lightly tease you. But then she stopped. Your eyes fluttered back up to the blonde, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Oh Baby… I told you, I don’t like to repeat myself…” she growled, her other hand coming back up to your throat and squeezing it deliciously tight.

“I’m… I’m sorry…!” You chocked out in a breathless moan.

At your words, the blonde removed her hand from your neck and that wicked smirk returned. Her hands crept back up your thighs, one staying there to keep your legs propt open, the other snaking it’s way back to your clothed clit.

“Let’s try this again…” she wickedly purred, “Tell me what you want, baby…”

Your eyes rolled back from her torturous pleasuring.

“Want… want you…” you breathlessly pant.

“Want what, baby…? Use your words…” she taunts, moving your panties aside with ease and running her index finger through your folds.

“OhHhHHhh—! Want your fingers inside of me…!!” You breathily cried out.

At this, two of her fingers slipped inside your aching heat, causing you to grab onto her form with a tight grip.

“Good girl… But you might want to keep it down, unless you want the whole campus to hear you…” she wickedly purred, pumping and curling her fingers skillfully inside your soaked cunt.

Your eyes went full white as you rutted against the blonde’s fingers.

“Please please please…!” You chanted.

She then added another finger, making you keel over in pleasure.

“Already so close…? Poor baby hasn’t been properly touched has she…?” She tautingly husked in your ear, using her other hand to choke you once more.

“I—Yes GOD please don’t stop!!” You chockingly cried out, grinding your hips against the blonde’s hand sloppily.

Her fingers then expertly curled against that spongey spot inside you, eliciting another string of pleasurable cries from your lips.

“Shit, right there Daddy, please!!” You screamed as you crashed into your orgasm, your walls deliciously clenching around the blonde’s fingers.

The second you phased out of your blissed out state, you realized what had come out of your mouth.

“Uhh… I… I didn’t mean that…!” You stuttered, beginning to choke up yet again and your gaze fluttering around the room to avoid the blonde’s.

Meanwhile, Cipher pulled her three fingers out of you and stuck them in your mouth, making you come back to reality.

“Work for me.”

You nodded with a mouthful of her fingers and your cum. At your words, Cipher chuckled, bringing her lips to your ear and nipping your earlobe.

“Call me Daddy…” she purred in the shell of your ear.

~~~

#cipher #cipher x reader #cipher smut #cipher fast and furious #cipher fast x #charlize theron character #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #sapphic fanfiction #sapphic fanfic #sapphic #daddy #daddy k!nk #daddy’s babygirl #daddy issues #hot daddy #cipher 9 #cipher fast 9 #fast and furious #fast x

[highvern]

Track 3: Cyber Sex - Doja Cat

“We freak on the cam, love at first sight, just a link to the 'Gram”

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: camgirl!reader, whipped/loser!yunho, flirting, strip tease, cyber sex, butt plug, sir kink

Length: ~900

Note: finally finished. hate it! next is yeo and idk when it'll be posted

Like, comment, reblog, enjoy!

Mixtape Series: Late Nights Masterlist

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Connecting imurangel with uknowme…

The black screen buffers into a dark bedroom. Or what you imagine is a bedroom given the layout; posters haphazardly hung on the walls, a basket of laundry off in the background. All warmed with a soft glow of the lamp resting on the bed side table just in the corner of view.

“Hi,” you smile at the camera, observing the man illuminating your screen.

He’s cute. Much cuter than you expected. The few times you auctioned off a private show like tonight you’d been met with men old enough to be your grandfather or guys who’d never seen the inside of a shower stall. But money was money and you put up with it as long as the deposit cleared your bank account. 

User uknowme is already defying your usual expectations. Dimples and a shy grin answer you. His ears burn red already and his lips fail to release any of the words they silently stretch around. 

The twitch of your lips is visible in your viewfinder; a genuine smile at his nerves before you throw him a bone. “What's your name, cutie?” 

“Ugh… it's Yunho. I’m Yunho.”

You roll the letters around your tongue, “Yunho.”

The speakers echo his sharp inhale at the sound of you tasting his name. 

Leaning back on your hands, you press your chest forward and draw attention to the low cut of your top. He specified this outfit, or at least some version of it. “Whatever you’re comfortable in.” Most men want you in some cheap lingerie or a shoddy halloween costume. Easy, simple, straight forward. A nuisance to wear but for what they paid you’d suffer the infernal straps or itchy lace.

But tonight, you stressed more about it than ever before because no one extended such consideration. And that was before you knew who was on the other side of such an innocuous request. The silky white pajama set you settled on at the last minute was perfect. 

At least, Yunho seemed to think so. 

“I..ugh…like your top?”

“Thanks! It's a little different than what I usually get to wear.”

“Yeah, some of the stuff on stream seems like a pain.”

Puckering your lips in a pout, you reply. “You don’t like it?”

“No! I mean yeah I like it I just— you look good no matter what you have on.”

The bumbling nervousness is delicious, especially from someone it seems so out of place on. For the first time, part of you wishes he was in your room. At the mercy of your teasing touches, where you can watch the blush bloom across his face as you goad him; maybe see if it bleeds down his chest as well.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, you’re beautiful.”

Now you blush. No one had this effect on you. At least not in this space where people eagerly shower you in cheap compliments in hopes you’ll reward them with your body. And yes, Yunho did pay for a private show but something about him screams earnesty; like you’re really that pretty to him and he’d be happy to just talk even if you were covered from head to toe with a paper bag over your head.

And it makes you want to surprise him.

“Yunho,” you revel in the way he squirms just from his own name, “do you wanna see the rest of my outfit?”

Yunho nods, eyes tracing the strap of your tank top skating down the curve of your arm. 

Jumping to your feet, you step back in the frame. The satin shorts are just as revealing as any pair of underwear you own. He can glimpse more skin that peaks in and out of view as you give a slow spin; the crease of your thigh, the curve of your ass, and a peak of white lace panties melting against your skin. You can feel Yunho’s eyes take in what you flaunt for him, as if he’s in the room with you and not however many miles away in his own solitude.

“I picked it out for you.” You chime over your shoulder.

The smile on your face is sweet on the surface but sadistic satisfaction runs deep at how so few words fluster him so easily. And his inability to do anything other than provide a choked reply only deepens the ravine.

Cute.

“Do you wanna see the rest of it?”

You're at a proverbial fork in the road. You could take off your top and let Yunho see your bare chest first or you could turn, take off your shorts, and show him the jeweled buttplug he listed as one of his kinks. His reactions make you eager, hungry to see how far you can push him and what you’ll be rewarded with when Yunho reaches his limit.

And the final nail in the coffin, “Sir?”

There's a pause, long enough that you doubt you read the questionnaire right. But Yunho brings himself back up to speed in no time.

Leaning forward, his entire demeanor changes. The tips of his ears still burn red but his face morphs into a controlled impassivity. If you examine him close up, you're sure you’d see the remaining anxiety linger just below the surface. Laying in wait to take over at the first misstep. But you aren’t about to let that happen when you’re just starting to get a taste of what hides beneath such a cute face.

“Show me, pretty girl.”

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#ksmutsociety #kvanity #cromernet #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz fanfic #Jeong yunho smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho #🫡 highvern

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kinn/porsche fic rec vol. 2

Futuristic/Space AU

All That Just For a License? by @nuwildcat [daaaaaaaaamn son the squeals of utter delight i have produced while reading this...????? numerous. porsche and chay are bounty hunters, picking off criminals and delivering them to the waiting, and most importantly, well-paying hands. this next job must be nothing out of ordinary, the guy looks dirty and worn-out, and porsche knows this next part by heart... or is he. if i told you it was extremely delicious and entertaining read, it would still be an understatement. so so so so so many compliments and kudos]

Clandestine by @aheartfeltlie [in somewhat cyber-punk-ish future, that includes flying cars and chip-implanted eyes, porsche is equally “eat the rich, and not a good kind, especially if it is kinn fucking theerapanyakul” in real life, and “eat the rich, definitely a good kind” in the all-immersive world of Clandestine, game to rival all others. awesome variation on enemies-to-lovers, tis a rec]

a/b/o + college 

And They Were Roommates by @tessalane [aaaaaaaa, obsessed with this one, the absolute perfect mix of softness and horniness of enemies-to-lovers a/b/o college roommates AU, tropes that has been used to death, and yet somehow never get old in the right hands, and does this author have the rightest hands for it, bless up. can’t rec this enough]

Alpha’s bid by @paulalestat-blog [fresh premise of the futuristic set-up: with time due to the virus, omega population withered to near extinction, and each omega is valued and sought after. an agency kinn goes to provides match-making services, where omegas are shown alpha’s profiles, and then are free to choose any alpha they deem pleasing or fit, and alpha can not back out. you know what happens next. and yes, kinn is a uni teacher in this one...? go figure. still a wip, and a very good one at that]

Vamp AU

Smoke and Raindrops by @nuwildcat [*fanning herself* thank you, dear author, it was delicious. it is beyond me why vampire!kinn is not a huge deal in this fandom, all the signs are right there - paleness, piercing gaze, power, audacity, stature, daddy issues, etc etc, one would expect the tag to be flooded and yet, good vamp!kp fic is scarce, which makes this even more precious: traditional back alley meeting, werewolf!porsche, canon levels of horniness, delightfully wrapped in author’s eloquent style. so many kudosssssssssssss]

after dark by @foreigncars [i...am not exactly sure what i think of this one yet, some of the plot points seemed... tad abrupt, but hey, it’s a vamp!kinn, can’t be too choosy when it comes to the vamp trope, in this house we appreciate them all]

Spy/Assassin AU

Worthy of Love and Loyalty by @rebellconquerer [what.what.what.what the FCUK was that i am wheezing, the fuckkkkkk dear author, how DARE YOU, the audacity....??? i mean, are there even words//// i am so in luv with this thang, it’s not even funny, my long-running partiality towards this trope is back with the vengeance it seems. theerapanyakuls have an intelligence agency, porsche is taken in by force and made to train, yada-yada, if you have not read this yet, i am so fucking envious you have no idea. this fucking fic <3]

two shots by @martynaxao3 [yassssss slay assassin!porsche, who could resist such temptation. this thing has it all, plot, twists, lust, great pacing, excellent style, huge rec, no notes]

Historic/fantasy AU

putting a harried love letter into a red mailbox by @captainkit [like this author and their unhurried, sensual style. in this au, porsche is a temple khon dancer in a capital that kinn is currently laying a siege to. not a MS crossover though, still a kp historic au. although the story is centred around kp, vp and kimchay have their own prominent parts, and there is plot, for real. wip, but enough has been written by now]

what a tangled web we weave by @fairhairedkings [has this author ever disappointed, duhhhhh, ain’t never a miss with them: scheherazade au i am sure everyone follows already, so this rec is more of an homage to the beloved author. i for once, can never have enough of “forced marriage resulting in smitten kinn” trope, can anyone, especially so well written one. all the possible kudos, as usual]

with the subcategory of warprize!porsche

How I Know You by @nuwildcat and A thousand jasmine blossoms bloom by @iffervescent [another trope kp dynamic seems especially suited for, imho, executed soooooooo beautifully by this fandom. hands down both are such amazing works, no notes, all the possible kudos and eternal gratitude to the authors, i was saaaaaaat 🙌]

Hybrid AU

Feline Purrsuasion by @wiccawrites [based on this idea, the piece is highly entertaining and very-well executed. porsche is a brat even in feline form, and kinn is struggling to retain his sanity. the fact that the idea was born before woody on stage, is... inchresting. bravo author, big time rec]

Magic AU

Like water by @deliciousblizzardshark [ouccccccchhhhh, that capital H hurted. brilliant, brilliant writing, how have i missed this gem from the author of one of my fav pieces. in a world where you can tattoo magic symbols on one’s skin, obedience is one of the most logical ones to tattoo on your new bodyguard, isn’t it though... it is for kp to find out. damnnnnnnnnnnnnn it was painfully beautiful and so absolutely worth a read. thank you dearest author, what a fucking masterpiece <3]

The Empty Crown by @rainbowcolored7 [such a great world-building, and the lore is superb: kittisawasds are from the fire clan that can command phoenixes, and theerapanyakuls are the water clan that are connected to dragons. when their clan’s capital is destroyed, lil porsche and chay are forced to run and hide, and spend their lives in fear of their true lineage being discovered. they are minding they own business leading ordinary folk lives, all until an idiot falls down a hill and hurts himself right in front of unsuspecting porsche, who was just trying to fish in peace. suuuuuuch a lovely read, so pleasantly paced, it keeps you fully immersed and invested, not to mention, the chemistry between the poor conflicted porsche and the injured idiot is 👌👌👌]

sex on fire by @cherry_apples22 [it’s pretty much like if My Type by Saweetie was a fic, i dunno what else to add: since he found out he was a phoenix, porsche is unable to get laid, cause his flames would hurt any other living creature. well, almost any other, there are dragons, for instance... who do not get affected by phoenix fire, right... his own lil bro is even dating one... how hard can it be to meet one for himself? p.s. and if there are but hints of monsterfucking? don’t mind if i do 🙆‍♀️]

green isle in the sea, love (a fountain and a shrine) by @anakinn [i am quite frankly speechless sitting here with my eyes like 👀 didn’t know this was a thing...? until it absolutely became a thing....? in a nutshell, porsche spills some oils in some random shrine they’ve stumbled upon while on a recon mission, some deity felt slighted, and now there are two kinns...? i ain’t gonna say no’ mo’, you ought to read this for yourselves bruv]

Alternative meeting

stripper for one night by @martynaxao3 [yasssss, thank you, tay for the win againnnnn, it’s kinn’s bday, and they are celebrating at some hole in the wall place they just chose at random, and the bartender working there keeps being rude to the birthday boi, or is he.... super fun and super hot, author deserves all the praise, as always, much luv]

Tiger bite by @Verbana [after the death of their father and husband, namphueng, little porsche and babie chay are brought to stay at the theerapanyakul household, to be brought up along with their cousins kim, khun, and anakinn. understandably, the angst ensues. if i knew any words prior to reading this, they’re all gone by now. immaculate, immaculate vibe. adore this type of stories to death, the longing, helplessness, the despair of it all.. omg.]

Fake dating

Situationship by @vcrses  [no, you don’t get it, when i say i am in luv with this fic <33333333 the author is so effortlessly funny, made me cackle multiple times, such a light and enjoyable read <33333 it is some sort of AU within an AU, as the characters we know have different backgrounds/circumstances, for instance, tankhun is not agoraphobic in this, and even some places named differently, but it doesn’t take away from the experience at all, quite the opposite, comes off as refreshing; the story overall is a perfect perfect embodiment of the trope, these versions of kp are so loveable, i am smooching this author’s face with abandon]

Accidental babie acquisition 

Dropping a baby off at a mafia compound is a good idea, right? by @lalala53 [it is actually exactly what the title says, short and sweet read, couldn’t pass over the opportunity to rec, luv the trope]

Various in-universe AUs // Canon divergence

Burn Your Name Into My Skin by @everyforkedroad [omg omg omg unexpected but damn pleasant surprise of sub!kinn wrapped into minor fam!bodyguard porsche and general star crossed lovers trope. it was such an entertaining and captivating read: they meet at a sex club, porsche is on a mission for vegas, his boss (i know, just typing this out is something else), and kinn is unsurprisingly hooked. huge rec, thank you author]

take this life and hold it by the hand by @p1n3appl3p3n [if i tell you i was vibrating out of my fucking skin reading this. shaking crying throwing up with giddiness and squealing like a new-born piglet. have seen this rec so many times in people’s bookmarks, and that single goddamn “mpreg” word has deterred me every time. how could have i been so foolish. one of the best fucking things i’ve read lately was hiding in plain sight this whole time. yes, mpreg, but who gives a fuck, if in return you get this..? reconciliation trope of your dreams. i am on my knees for this fic. p.s. i conveniently have an existing h/c for the twins, which despite the fact that canon pair is a boi/gurl set, is still my ironclad image for them, cause have one look at them and tell me these don’t look like porsche’s children]

[N] Let the fire breathe me back to life by @Zeronay [beautiful mess of two besotted idiots going on a mission underprepared and taking a bullet each. short and lovely read]

Mutatis Mutandis by @zipperbiter [daaaaaamn that was <3333 during one of the quiet uneventful family breakfasts tankhun suddenly realizes that a little chaos never killed nobody, and decides to stir these calm waters up a bit by posing quite an interesting question. the bouts of... scientific experimentation... that ensue in order to conclude the experiment, are both extremely skilfully written, and entertaining to boot. very much a rec]

Wicked Game by @Acearcy01 [set in canon and divergent after ep4, someone keeps making attempts on kinn’s life, and he suggests an agreement: porsche will stay for 60 days to try and figure out who is after kinn, in exchange for his complete freedom afterwards. porsche agrees and starts counting the days. he can’t wait to leave this hellhole behind.... right?. there is something about this story.... really liked it, give it a try, if you haven’t read it already]

Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by @The_Old_Astronomer [absolutely lovely and touching missing/alternative scene between kinn getting shot and waking up at the hospital wing, feelings realization, and a bit of a porsche/big reluctant understanding]

quis custodiet ipsos custode by @concernedlily [gosh i luv this author’s style, am sure everyone has already read this, the piece ain’t new, i just... there can never be enough kp desperate for each other’s safety, not in my world]

two hungers are in me, and they drive me forward. i was born to starve by @captainkit [porsche-centric and bitter-sweet, it is painful to get through in places, but porsche is lovely, earnest, bratty, and plenty sad in this. not to mention, hungry throughout. read when in melancholic mood p.s. ngl, the bit where kinn takes him to a cafe for his bday, and there is no cake, made me cry a lil. p.p.s also author compares kinn’s ep 3 dancing to a “drunk uncle at a wedding”, and i’ve literally never have read anything more accurately hilarious]

Outsider perspective

innocent bystanders by @BeStillMySlashyheart [super-entertaining drabble set in AU where kp not only do not hide, but rather flaunt there new relationship in the compound inhabitants’ faces, and porsche’s poor colleagues have to witness their comrade enjoying his honeymoon phase with their own boss in front of their own bleeding eyes. i cackled, tis a rec]

Horror

A Curious Cat by @The_Consulting_Werewolf [whatttttttt...? *just sits there with her jaw slack and mouth slightly open* what exactly.... has transpired here? you know what i ain’t even gonna say nuthin just go read it for yourselves]

Non-mafia AUs

Twelve, Twenty, Almost Thirty by @just2wings [ooohhh no no nooooope sir, nuh-huh, who gave you the right to hit me with all them feels on this fine tuesday evening completely unprovoked....? hell to the no, i demand reparations, wasn’t sufficiently warned about my insides turning all gooey after reading this, the longing, the looooooongiiiiiiingggggggg <333333 ahem, rant over, to the plot: non-mafia AU in which they have actually met once during the childhood, once in college, and now again as adults. and if you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out big time. i cried]

Punch at First Sight by @Sandee Sing [yaaaaaay, what a ride, such an entertaining AU, porsche is a bar owner, and theerapanyakuls are business moguls. porsche is visiting the mansion on korn’s invitation, when kinn sees him and understandably? mistakes him for a stripper hired by tay as a gift. it spins out from there. i reeeeeeally liked it, absolute rec]

Hot wheels by @tiredfairycake [disabled!porsche in da house, very cute drabble: kinn is stopped in the middle of his early morning stroll through the park by a weirdo chilling on the bench asking to be helped home. kinn is whipped in every universe, which is no surprise to any of us, super sweet read]

Crack

five things gay by @martynaxao3 [if this is crack, then i never want to read anything that is not crack again, love the author, never a miss with them, including this gem: porsche decides to make it his mission to help his confused, lonely boss to figure out his sexuality... the boss, as the whipped idiot that he is, goes along with the plan. entertaining, funny and super hot. much kudosssssss]

#kinnporsche #kinn/porsche #kinnporsche fic rec #kinnporsche fic

[julysecnd]

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ty @haasegawa for the tag !!! so sorry i didn't get around to this sooner qwq

Last song: mine

Currently watching: very slowly finishing pokemon journeys, leon is so delicious

Currently reading: stormbringer except it's taking forever because i have the jp and en versions and i'm reading both at the same time

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#tagged

[ambulance-mom]

Overlord had heard about a skilled medic nearby and.... he was really in quite a state. He'd been bored. He'd been bored and he decided that it would be entertaining to tease a cyber-croc.

The cyber-croc, incidentally, had decided that Overlord's servo looked delicious.

Things had only gotten worse from there.

"o-oh primus the gorgeous might overlord on my clinic" the femme blushed softly suprised "oh you poor thing"

[cozzzynook]

Can you do Soundrod Christmas please. Where Soundwave doesn't really care about Christmas but celebrates anyway because it makes Hot Rod happy. He also gets kisses because of mistletoe.

-Ravage watches from her high perch wearing a christmas sweater. She outright refused to wear the bells as a collar and chewed them up leaving them on Hot Rods chassis for him to see when he onlined from recharge.

-Lazerbeak flew around the room hanging the garland intwined with warm lights on the doorways and finally around the large cyber brown with glowing brown sap like energon tree.

-Soundwave didn’t care an ounce for the holiday. The only reason he even tolerated it was because it brought out the smile in Hot Rods dermas. Made Lazerbeak flutter their wings just a tad more in happiness and excitement. Even taking note of how Ravage participated in her own ways by watching the festivities while wearing something she otherwise never would unless deemed necessary for the cause.

-Truthfully he couldn’t bring himself to ruin the joy Hot Rod felt towards festivals or celebrations of any kind. Hot Rod picked up on his dislike for them and found a way they both could be happy.

-Hot Rod and his symbionts would decorate and partake in the festivities while Soundwave was anle to do very little while also sitting back and watching them.

-This arrangement made them all happy and without fail just like every holiday, Soundwave cooked nutrient and sweet filled energon fuel while also bringing out a bottle of nicely aged energon.

-Hot Rod looked up to see Soundwave in the doorway where a little present hung and he smiled. Tree finally finished looking beautiful in every bots opinion, the speedster glided over to Soundwave who held a sweet treat to his derma and fed his conjunx.

“delicious as always, wanna taste what i’m tasting?”

“Hot rod how would I taste what your tasti-”

Hot Rod kisses Soundwave under the cyber like mistletoe that glows. Both getting lost in the other as their kiss deepens and their frames press tightly to one another.

Its only when Lazerbeak squawks and Ravage makes a disgusted noise do they stop.

“Get a room before you molest each other,” Lazerbeak says annoyed.

“How about waiting until you’re in your berth to start making a holiday sparkling hm?”

They both sputtered and felt a small glitch zapped their processor circuits at Ravages words and Hot Rod glared at the panthera bot before didtracting Soundwave and pulling the bot to the tree.

“Come on, you gotta sit with us by the tree and watch the countdown.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes,” Hot Rod said dramatically, something Soundwave reluctantly admits to his cassettes that he enjoys. “We should enjoy it together. Just the four of us. Make it a lasting memory,” Hot Rod says before shifting to a cuddle as they sit on the plush couch.

Hot Rod kept himself from saying more and glared at Soundwaves cassettes as if to hush them. Soundwave didn’t know what Hot Rod was hiding but he knew it would be spilled soon. His conjunx had a knack for being terrible at keeping secrets from him.

The count down commenced and Soundwave watched with little care as he rubbed Hot Rod’s arm plating and lower tank. It’d been causing Hot Rod some trouble for the last few early solar cycles and Soundwave was thankful his conjunx’s tanks were currently settled.

“I know you don’t like these things very much but I really do appreciate you doing this for us, for me. I can’t thank you enough Soundwave and I really hope you like your christmas gift.”

Something about Hot Rods sincerity and his phrasing as if this was the moment before a life changing event had him slightly on edge but excited.

He couldn’t ever think bad of Hot Rod like this, not his agile and beautifully chaotic speedster.

“I love you…” he sent the words on a private frequency that only they typically used.

“I love you too, my reason.”

They pressed their dermas together at the final nanoclick and by the time they stopped it was well past the first hours of Christmas and the two were connected in berth.

Laying on one another letting their spark energies merge instead of their entire sparks, at Hot Rods odd request of course.

“What are you hiding?”

“You’ll see Christmas morning,” his conjunx laughed sounding of beauty and life even as he struggled to stay online.

“It is Christmas morning,” Soundwave said becoming impatient.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” Hot Rod tried only for Soundwave to look at him a little harder to which Hot Rod huffed, rolled his optics and rolled over with surprising agitation and slight anger.

“Would it kill you to trust me for once?”

The sudden out of character emotional flare had Soundwave freezing, his Hot Rod never reacted like this. Hot Rod may be an emotive bot but he wasn’t drop of iron rust emotive.

Just what was happening?

“Okay, my spark. I apologize,” he said pulling his conjunx tight opening his spark casing slightly to send out more of his life energy. Hot Rod’s chassis immediately accepted and returned the vigor at a far slower pace with less than usual but his field returned to being happy, loved.

“I promise you’ll love it,” his speedster replied whispering what Soundwave knew was meant to be a secret. “I hope so,” his conjunx whispered pretty good. If he wasn’t designed to hear every single sound it would’ve gone unnoticed, but Soundwave was not a lesser bot and his Hot Rod placing a servo over his raised slightly protruding tank, he thinks he has a pretty good idea of what it is.

It wasn’t until his conjunx was snoring, another oddity that suddenly made sense, did he lean a little to kiss his speedsters helm and wrap a servo into red and yellow.

“This is the best gift you could ever give me along with your spark and your love,” Soundwave whispered into his audial knowing it would replay once his conjunx onlined.

“Thank you, Hot Rod,” Soundwave kissed again, “I love my present,” he uttered with bright optics, “and you, my sweet spark.”

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please speak on the people of palestine, sudan, congo & haiti & Tigray as the holiday is celebrated.

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#cyberverse #hot rod #hot rod x soundwave #soundwave #soundwave cyberverse #hot rod cyberverse #transformers fanart #soundwave transformers #rodimus prime x soundwave #rodimus #rodimus prime #earthspark #tf earthspark #mechpreg #mech preg #ravage #lazerbeak

[witchofthesouls]

Imagine the cyberization process of Earth was a success, and then combined with so many Things either sleeping for endless eternity or sealed away so long that humanity no longer remembers outside of the glimpses in legends, myths, forgotten dreams, and haunting nightmares?

Along with a twist of the Unicron-is-Earth with Earth as a reflection/child/younger sibling of Unicron, the raw creative drive behind Chaos...

None of the Autobots and Decepticons are prepared to handle this. They find themselves upon an Earth that’s been reset to its far more savage, primal state (for what is metal but refined earth?) to a time where humanity shared the planet with Others. A cyberformed planet that still retains its immense biodiversity.

The endless expanse of deserts and wild fields, dense forests that tower over them with the metal trees so massive it rivaled a Titan, the immeasurable Depths of the oceans where none of the probes could even reach the bottom, just going down, down, and down until forcibly stopped-

The Ark, the ship that the Autobots on Earth had to abandon, remains lost to the sea. All tracking results in errors. All saved coordinates leads to landmasses or a layer that cannot be reached. Not even the strongest lights could pierce the dark, sunless waters.

The presence of humanity is still etched into the land. Cites of steel and concrete still stand. Empty and haunting with so many statues of once-humans captured in their last moments. Figures in distorted shapes; amalgamations of many into one massive dump of countless limbs with no beginning and no end. The living will soon learn not to venture into these haunting spaces...

Even the animals are different. A lurking intelligence in their eyes, some sharper than others.

The Autobots meet Raf’s eldest sister in the once state of California where she was studying in university. In the heart of the Mojave Desert. The Equivels are alive. All of them dragons, but Pilar is the most dangerous one of the siblings for she remembers everything-

Earth had been a hot spot of activity, there are ways to open doors and portals to Elsewhere. Some return, fundamentally changed and marked in a way that will never leave them. Many, however, do not.

She didn’t want to Remember. To intrinsically know that the inferno beneath her metal skin, the sigils embedded in her powerful armor, and the plasma hair that flares with the sun is due to the Bargain to return to home.

(The Bargain remains active, but that brings no comfort. The Dragon for Home; she regains her lost powers in a new world for this Earth is not her home.)

She’s grieving. She’s raging. < She’s been baptized by the Sun itself and been reforged from the fury of her pyre once more - > 

Pilar wants to forget her life, all of it, to cast away her memories and return to the scorching sands beyond anyone’s sight, but Raf refuses to leave.

Raf screams, too, lost in his own senses and only a pup, refusing to budge out his alt-mode. The Autobots think it’s a Predacon frame. Yes and no; he has yet to earn his right to become a Dragon. He’s young; far too young to left alone and < there are many that salviate at such a delicious morsel. Little wyrm, lost and alone and so unguarded. > 

The Autobots are left alone by the many Things that hunt in the night when Pilar starts bunking with them. The twisted shadows and insidious croons are held back by the heat of the high desert noon she emits, a pair of blue optics, bright and luminous for miles and miles, has strange shapes flickering in an otherworldly sight as they track the hidden…

The Decepticons don’t handle to the new world very well. It’s not a remade planet  in Cybertron’s image and ready to move in. No, it’s still very much Earth in its old, unrecorded ages. The mines in the Nemesis’ systems are now useless or too unstable.

The Vehicons are being hunted when they leave the Nemesis. Shadows twisting unnaturally and creatures lurking in them. Dragging them down to the ravine and water edges, luring them to the undergrowth of the forests.

The ones found dead have armor plates wretched open, insides completely dry without a hint of Energon leftover, spark chambers pulled apart and empty. 

(No one is there to warn them to beware of the dancing lights, to leave offerings to the trees, to keep to the established pathways, to never to wander into grass that’s taller than them.)

They're being W a t c h e d.

A few return with gazes skittering to the sides and EM fields too burning, blistering hot and Arctic cold; quieter, far more quieter than Before. In the right light, traces of gold, silver, and other rich hues would line their faces in strange, moving patterns. 

Soundwave will be pitted against magical opponents that are delighted by his talents in the Mental Arts. Laughing and howling in abandonment when the mech figures out what is reality versus illusionary as they get a better grip on how Cybertronians perceive the world. They wish to see what is this one is truly capable of when properly nurtured…

Humanity still exists in a way. Remnants of Others still exist in human populations. Diluted yet slivers still active enough to derive certain talents, skills, and traits. Enough to be offered a choice…

The fae welcome their lost brethren and young hybrid descendants with open, hungry hands. Cooing over at the new-blood, so much like clay and ready to be worked into a masterpiece. Memories jumbled and wiped away like gossamer webs, so fragile and easily taken away. Crooning how they retain their short-lived, mortal old loves’ uniqueness: the brimming potential still potent in metal frames.

Less like clay, more like raw ore. Look at their precious treasures, lost like little lambs and stumbling like newborns, star-bright souls weeping at the pitiless world. Those tears are savored like fine wine as they put their little ones to sleep, they will teach how to use those new bodies for they are familiar enough with Clockwork and automatons < shapeshifter, oh shapeshifter; what form shall you take today >, how to rend with those claws and jagged teeth, the etiquette of the various Courts, and one day join the Hunt and feast in the glorious revel.

The sea calls with its haunting, unearthly song and accepts the drowned and cradles its lost children, metal or mud, it matters not to it. Colonies and communities heed their mother’s Call and come to reclaim.

And the world is pitiless being; its kindness can be so cruel. It doesn’t understands how its children can be maddened by grief and hearts so broken for it’s not the first time the cycle has been reset: and history repeats, the world rolls and rolls, again and again. It hums at the potential and heeds its own call: Adapt or Die. And so, monstrosities, from the depths of mortal nightmares and shattered souls, prowl upon the Earth once more.

The planet is Earth. Dirt and dust. Clay and coast. Land that touches the both air and ocean. Merciless and abundant. On this deadly planet, one could die from starvation while surrounded by paradise of food.

Earth has been born by a slumbering Unicron; its magma blood, bountiful seas, and rich veins of Energon, deeply guarded and so well hidden until now, feeds its hungry creations. Chaos calls to the dark god and Chaos courts its inhabitants, etched deep into crust and sediment, lovingly crafted into its wild fauna; the song of Conflict is a lullaby old as time itself. 

It sees these metal interlopers, so foreign yet similar like a distorted mirror for Unicron and Primus are brothers; opposites, yet equals. It sighs and sings out to claim them as well even as Unicron churns beneath. For the Cybertronians had tried to claim it as their own first.

They will have their wish granted...

Of course it leads to a lot of tension with its direct creations, wild with freedom and aching for their Mudmen. Their short-lived, ridiculously adaptable kin made of clay and water.

 < Then you shall replace them. Your people shall replace the Mudmen in all the ways it matters. >

#transformers #Transformers Prime #tfp #raf esquivel #pilar esquivel #soundwave #HUMANFORMERS #humans into cybertronians #body horror #cosmic horror #maccadam #Cyber!Earth #Unicron #creature #fae #minor character death

[siberat]

“So, what shall I sink my teeth into next? *Scans the table* Ah, how about this juicy coal burger? One can never go wrong with the classics! Just look at that thick patty! *Shows to the camera, then takes a huge bite* MMmm-MMm-MMMM! Tastes delicious! The bun is so fresh, and the pickles give the burger a nice crunchy zest!

*Licks his lips* Well, let’s move on to an ask, sound good? We have another anonymous asking, ‘Have there been others who know about your scrumptious eating escapades?’ *Raises optic ridges* Scrumptious would be an understatement, wouldn’t you agree? Naturally, Rat/chet is aware of my overindulgent tendencies, and to be honest, I have received some double takes. However, I try to limit going overboard. *Licks coal burger juice from fingers* Usually, I won’t consume so much tasty food in one sitting. Oh! *Stuffs another bite of burger in his mouth* Swe/rve tends to bring me mini-cupcakes and treats of the sort, demanding me to tell him which tastes the best. And I give him my honest opinion.

*Shrugs and frowns* Yet, those tasty baked treats never make it on his menu. And you know, I swear one evening, I smelt the loveliest aromas coming from his locked bar. I knew Swe/rve was baking up something good! *Finishes the burger* But the next day, no baked goods were added to the menu. And yes, you can bet that I was first in line when his bar opened! But anyways, I have not maintained a chiseled frame regularly, but the weight gain isn’t overly noticeable all the time. I still want to be able to enjoy my swordsmanship, after all. *Wipes mouth on napkin*

I demolished that coal burger, haven’t I? *Pats belly* Oofff…. My stomach is getting nice and tight already. There’s no decision on what to try next based on this anonymous question: ‘Who is the fastest at finishing a large bottle of Doctor Chunk?’ Supposedly, Rodi/mus claims to be the best chugger of drinks. He said he could drink this whole bottle in under 20 seconds. *Picks up bottle of Soda* I beg to differ. I think I can out-chug him. What do you think? *Winks* Shall I give it a go? Okay… someone time me…*Brings bottle to lips* And go! *Starts chugging*

*Optics open wide, chugging ends* Oh my! *Belches loudly; servo covers mouth in embarrassment* Please excuse me! *Stifles another belch before resuming chugging; however, it doesn’t last long* Oh, my stars, that carbonation burns! I’m almost there! *Shows only one-third of the bottle remaining* I think I can make it! *Continues to chug the drink until finished*

All done! *Belches out a long, noisy burp* Where have my manners gone? *Stomach gurgles* My tummy…*Winces* So much pressure…

*Loud, audible clank is heard* Oh my! *Optics open wide in shock, cheeks flush as his stomach plating busts out and shoots across the room* How embarrassing! I’m busting out all over the place…literally! *Servo’s rub at exposed protomesh belly* However, I feel so much better now. Like, so much more room has become available! *Smirks at camera* So, what was my time? Did I beat Rodi/mus?

*Furrows brows* Thirty-five seconds? Are you sure? I downed that drink quicker than that! *Pouts* Oh well. I guess we’ll have to let our dear captain hold that title. For now, at least. Now, onto our next question and dish. We have two askers, annony and Alcorian, asking the same question, relating to how much I have polished off so far and whether I can finish in one stream. *Clears throat* Being a dedicated individual, I always plan to finish what I start! And how could I resist all this tantalizing food? Take this Cyber-city Onion soup, for example. *Picks up bowl covered in warm, melted cheese and shows camera* Just look at that rich, melted lithium cheese blanketing over a generously sized piece of bread, bathing in a warm broth of caramelized onions. *Stabs spoon into the cheese, scooping broth* Doesn’t this look delightful? One of my favorite types of soups! *Eats spoonful, pulling at the cheese strands to break them off* Hmmm, so good!

Moving on to the next question, and this is a good food question from another Anon: ‘What’s your favorite profile? There are all kinds, of course, like sweet and spicey or savory and salty. Do you have a favorite, or do you like them equally?’ Well, this one is rather hard. The easy answer would be to say I like them all equally. *Grins sheepishly* I suppose it depends on my mood. Sometimes, one craves a salty snack, like some ener-nuts or potassium crisps.

Sweets? *Face scrunches in joy* Who can resist them? I used to chide Rat/chet for his love of those junky, sweet snacks, goading him to eat healthier. Now I’m sure he wishes he never forced me to try one of his favorite little treats-Ka/on dogs. *Smiles, scooping more cheese and soup on spoon* They look like hot dogs, but the bun is chocolate cake, and the ‘hot dog’ is deliciously sweet cream. *Licks lips* By golly, they are so good! What have I been missing out on all my life? *Eats more soup*

And one can never go wrong with those savory foods! I love those dishes that have been slow-cooked for a long time or aged to perfection! *Gives belly a pat* I cannot resist those meals of roasted cyber-chicken, pasta with garlic and olive oil, pies like quiche…*Gives a chef’s kiss* The list goes on!

But my absolute favorite must be spicy. Foods that give a little kick are just amazing! Eating spice triggers heat receptors to activate inside your frame, tricking your sensory net to feel as if you are overheating. In response to that, your processor turns on your cooling systems. So, you don’t taste the heat; you feel the heat. *Slurps some more soup* Get what I am saying? Food that bites back…*Laughs*

There is nothing left of this soup! *Shows empty bowl* That really hit the spot! And do you know what I have been eyeing for the longest time? This loaded potato! Just look at this monster! * Picks up dish* This has been twice baked, making it such a creamy and cheesy masterpiece! * Takes a heaping forkful* Not only that, but the cyber-bacon also gives a nice, salty crunch! Hmmmm So good!

But onto our next question. Anon asks: ‘I know you had a difficult past. Did it take you a while to get comfortable eating such tasty meals, either alone or in front of others? Or were you pretty comfortable from the beginning?’ Well, this is kind of a double-edged sword, if I may say so. Being a street mech, you kind of eat whatever you can get, whenever you can. Sometimes, your meal only consisted of a handful of scraps. *Idly shrugs* Other times, you hit the motherload! And when you can upon a feast, you ate as much as you simply could. Sure, you could try stashing it away for later, but there’s the chance of the food spoiling beyond consumption or others finding it and devouring it on you.

*Sadly, looks down* I mean, I would share with a few mechs; please don’t mistake me for being selfish. But not everyone shared nor cared about taking a starving mech’s food. Kinda had to look out for yourself first. *Stabs more cheesy baked potato* But outside of being homeless…in the beginning, that mentality was still present. Loading up my plate with as food that could fit, finding a seat furthest away from anyone, and scarfing the food down as quickly as possible. *Shakes helm* Wi/ng would hate that. And how I guarded my dish as I ate. Slag, he would yell whenever I’d growl! He claimed I had no reason to behave like that. Looking back, I didn’t. But old habits die hard, yeah? *Stuffs another heaping forkful of food into mouth*

But as far as enjoying eating tasty meals- that was instant. I mean, anything is better than dumpster diving! *Smiles and shrugs* But as far as indulging my joys of being stuffed… generally keep that to the privacy of my own habsuit. *Gives a shy look* I kept this a secret from Rat/chet for a bit, if I may be honest. I feared him seeing this overeating as more of a bad habit, or a new addiction. Or… I know this is going to sound bad… * Bites lower lip* I feared he may not like a, ah…. plusher figured mech. Yeah, I am sure you could imagine his reaction on hearing that! His optics nearly singed holes through my frame as I sat hidden in a corner of my habsuit stuffing my face silly. Rat/chet may join me on occasion, but generally I tend to keep to myself.

*Chuckles* Yeah, a live video feed of this mukbang kinda breaks that secrecy, but being behind a camera is different than in real life. It’s not so much that I am embarrassed, more so that other mechs can simply be rude about things and resort to childish behaviors such as teasing or bullying. *Cheekily grins* Plus, hearing all your encouraging words really helps!

See? *Shows emptied plate* This double-baked goodness has been gobbled up! This meal is quite satisfying so far! *Looks at camera* And what about you guys? Care to share what you have been munching on? What are some of your favorite dishes? Maybe we have similar tastes in some foods, huh?

*Optics scan table* Speaking of tastes…. What should I sample next?

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Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dr/ift, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another TF character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear sword/smech can handle all that food infront of him!

#chubformers #siberatart #mukbang #chubby belly #weight gain game #digital art #chub art

[glittter-vamp]

CHAPTER 11

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: Mention of Alcohol. Homophobia. Cyber-bullying. Angsty. Fluffy.

Word Count: 3.0k

Valeria awoke startled by a noise, from her sleep. Looking around the unfamiliar room, she spots Joe picking something from the floor next to his suitcase across the room. The two of them had gotten in late last night to Los Angeles, Val ended up agreeing to this trip with Joe moving some things around in her schedule for him. This trip would mean that their relationship would be public at really any moment. Paparazzi were everywhere in Los Angeles  and if not them, then fans would surely let the news out if they spotted them or even hotel employees are known for speaking to media.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Joe says. He was in Jeans and socks and no shirt with wet hair. Even still half asleep, Val couldn't help but to admire his sculpted physique.

"What time is it?" She asks groggily, rubbing her tired eyes and then yawning.

"Almost 7, I'm about to head out. Won't be back until this evening...do you need anything?" He asks putting on a pink shirt.

"Nah, I'll be fine. I'll order some room service and hang out by the pool a bit." Val yawns again.

"You sure you're going to be okay alone? You can still come even though you'd be following me around all day and sitting in meetings and behind the scenes in some interviews..." Joe says now putting on his Jordan's.

"I'll be fine, don't you worry about me. You go girl boss." Val smiles at him as she sits up in bed. Joe grabs his wallet and phone and walks over quickly to give Val a peck on the lips.

"Text me if anything, Love you. Don't hesitate to order whatever you want to the room." He says heading towards the door.

"Love you too." Val says holding in a smile hearing those words again from him meant everything to her and she missed it a lot after everything they've been through these past months. After Joe leaves, Val sighs and hops out of bed to start her day. She first orders a delicious breakfast to the room, going just a big overboard and in the meantime she gets ready for the day.

By the time she finished getting dressed and had her hair brushed there was a knock at the door from room service. Val gets her food and enjoys it in the dining area the room had as she looks at her work emails about shipment coming in for the Fall season that was happening really soon. After her delicious breakfast of an omelette and french toast with fresh fruit and orange juice she made her way downstairs to the pool. There were only a few people there so she goes to the Cabana Joe reserved for her and lays down to back into the book she had read on the plane the night prior. She wasn't really planning on swimming too much, if it all but she couldn't pass up the California sun. 

" Good Morning Miss.Rios, could I get you something to drink or snack?" A gorgeous petite blonde woman asks coming up to her.

"Good morning! Uh, could I get a strawberry daiquiri and some pistachios...and a water please?" Val smiles at her, she was caught off guard by the cabana attendant knowing her name since the room was under Joe's name only.

"Sure thing!" She smiles back giving Val a wink and playful smirk. Val wondered if she was flirting with her but she remembered that these people live off tips so she was sure that's what was happening. She was guilty of that herself, back when she was a waitress she would flirt here and there when she needed some extra tips that month. 

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After spending almost the entirety of her day by the Pool, Val was now stepping out of the shower and putting on the soft expensive robe the hotel provided. Joe had texted her that he was on his way back and that she should get ready for dinner at this fancy place in Santa Monica. It was 6PM now and he had made reservations for 8:30PM. Val starts on her make up and hair, keeping it simple with wing eyeliner and a red lip and her hair straight. By the time Joe made it back she just had to get dressed and put her heels on.

"This traffic out here is crazy. Took us 45 minutes to go down the road basically." Joe says coming into the room as Val brushed her hair in the mirror.

"Makes you appreciates Cincy's huh?" Val chuckles turning to look at him. He looked super tired and drained.

"You sure you're up for this? You look pretty exhausted." Val asks as he looks through his Louis Vuitton bag for something to wear.

"It's just dinner, I'll be fine." He shrugs giving her a half smile. She felt bad that after working all day he was going to take her out while she just relaxed by the pool and drank fruity little drinks.

"Cancel, we can get room service and stay in instead." Val walks up to him wrapping her arms around around his waist and hugging him.

"You sure...kind of wanted to see you all dressed up tonight, been while since I've seen you a dress. Plus, I thought you wanted to rip the bandage off with going public? This was out chance." He asks turning around and hugging Val back.

"I can get dressed up anytime you want and I think I can figure out something with the going public thing via social media. You had a really long day and we got in late last night, go take a nice hot shower and I'll order us some food, they have great stuff here." Val kisses Joe running her fingers through his messy hair.

"You're the fucking best. I promise we'll go out somewhere special before we leave, even better than the place we were going tonight." Joe kisses her once more before he lets go of her and makes his way to the bathroom to shower. Val sighs looking at herself in a nearby mirror seeing her makeup and hair go to waste but she knew Joe was super exhausted and she didn't want him to over do it like he's known to always do to himself.

Knowing all of Joe's favorites foods, she places an order with room service and decides to just stay in her comfy warm robe, she did have underwear underneath after all. She turns on the TV and flips through the channel stopping on some random action movie she thinks he might enjoy while they have their meal. Checking her phone she see's that her friends are out having dinner without her by the pictures in the group chat they were sending. She had a bit of fomo but she was enjoying her time away with with despite it being mostly work stuff for Joe.

"So, how was your day? You seem tanner than usual." Joe asks coming back out of the bathroom in his own robe.

"Relaxing, just spent the day by the pool...they bring you lunch out there by the way. Pretty cool to get pampered like that." Val smiles.

"One of the guys recommended this place, so I'm real glad you like it." Joe says going to his bag again.

"I ordered us some food, should be here soon."

"Did you order any wine?" He asks.

"No, did you want some? You're not really the wine type so I didn't really think of it." Val raises an eyebrow at him.

"Wanted to make it somewhat romantic since we're not staying in." he shrugs.

"There's orange juice and vodka in the mini bar." You chuckle knowing those were his two favorites.

"I'll take it!" Joe nods. Val goes over grabbing some glasses on top of the mini fridge and makes them both some drinks.

"Here you go, the most classy drink known to man...a screwdriver." Val hands him a glass.

"Thanks babe." Joe smiles sitting on the bed taking the glass from her.

"So, what's on the agenda tomorrow?" Val asks.

"I have to do that photo shoot in the morning, have a quick meeting with them over the commercial I have to shoot with Joe Montana this week and I guess I'm free for the rest of the day. All that should just take the morning if things go according to plan." Joe shrugs taking a sip of the drink as Val sits next to him.

"That sounds cool, excited to work with the other Joe again?" Val asks taking a sip of her own drink.

"That's pretty much the only thing I'm looking forward to work wise, I hate all this being on the camera shit." He lightly chuckles.

"Shit, that reminds me." Val says reaching over for her phone and making a reminder to contact Mateo & the girls to do a photo shoot for some of the fall collection since Val was bringing in more gender neutral clothing this season.

"What?" Joe asks her.

"You just reminded me that I have to ask my friends if they'd model some of my stuff for the store for fall." Val nods finishing what she typing and setting her phone down.

"I'm down to do that." Joe says which surprised her.

"Well I know how you don't like doing stuff like that unless you really need to, you don't have to— "I want to! I've supported your business here and there on social media and have probably bought anything I could in the store but I want to help out like you always help me out with my stuff." Joe smiles which warms her heart.

"That's very sweet of you, I should be getting my shipment to the store next week. I could book the photographer and studio late next week if that works for you?" Val nods feeling excited that Joe was down to participate in this after just saying he hated doing this.

"Sounds like a plan, I'll leave my schedule open." He smirks leaning in giving her a sweet kiss before they get interrupted by a knock on the door and someone saying room service.

"I'll get it." Val smiles getting up from the bed and setting her drink down at a nearby table. She gets the food and wheels it in after tipping the person who brought the food.

"Here we go, I ordered you some lemon pepper grilled chicken, veggies and some other not so healthy stuff in case you wanted something different or more food." Val says uncovering the plates of food.

"Sounds great, I a, starving!" Joe says ready to dig in. Val had ordered some teriyaki chicken and chicken for herself and some dessert for after. They get comfy and ate their dinner while watching the movie and having casual conversation. 

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"That is not how I throw!" Joe laughs watching you throw a crumpled up piece of paper. You two had finished your dinner and were now feeling the mini bar drinks you two had. 

"Yes it is! You stick your little chiclets out this, bottom lip disappears and then your hand goes immediately limp after every throw but all the power comes from the hips" Val mimics him perfectly. 

"You take that back! I do not have chiclets!" Joe gasps pretending to be hurt by her words.

"Nope." Val says popping the P.

Joe then suddenly gets up and grabs her, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Put me down! You're going to hurt yourself and I'm not getting blamed if you have to sit out in the beginning of the season!" Val giggles before Joe playfully body slams her on the bed. 

"Take it back." Joe says pinning her on the bed, his body practically crushing hers. 

"I will not, now get off before I fart." She laughs out of breath. 

"Like you do in your sleep?" Joe smirks making Val gasp. 

"I do not! That's such a lie." Val tries to move out from under him but he practically had his whole body weight on him.

"You toot...a lot. Especially when you have those awful chilly dogs from the stadium." Joe shrugs getting off Val and laying beside her. SHe playfully hits him with a pillow for his fart comment making him laugh.

"Should we check social media?" Val asks Joe. She had posted a picture on her story of their hotel dinner and tagged Joe in it with a heart as a way to show something of the relationship. They both muted their phones right after and it's been about two hours since then. 

"Do we have too?" Mutters Joe not really liking the idea of ruining their night together. 

"I know you're nervous but I don't care what people are going to say, I just want to start getting used it." Val says kissing his cheek before reaching over her phone. 

"But what is there to look at? You made it that only people you follow can comment on your posts or DM you?" Joe asks as she unlocks her phone. 

"Your profile." Val says, Joe then quickly snatching her phone out of her hands. 

"We're not doing that!" Joe shakes his head. 

"Joe--

"No! We're having a good time with each other right now. We're currently in L.A where paps could be anywhere once we leave this hotel so whatever privacy we once had, we have officially kissed goodbye. I'm not going to let you read any comments on posts about you especially from football fans, those guys have no filter. No. Not right now, I just want to enjoy this time with you" Joe says and Val rolls her eyes at him knowing he was right. 

"Fine. I'll just get ready for bed then. It's late and you have to be up early." Valeria says getting up from the bed and going into the bathroom. She was annoyed at Joe but maybe he was right, she shouldn't let other people on social media ruin their time right now. Val slips into her nighty finally ditching the robe and brushes her teeth before heading back out to the room where Joe was on his phone. 

"I thought we said we weren't looking at the comments." Val scoffs at him. 

"Will you chill, I'm texting my publicist and manager they're just checking in after the post and letting me know that I should lay low as much as I can here since we have no security with us." Joe looks at her. Val eyes him but lets it go getting into bed instead. 

"Are you mad?" Joe asks softly. 

"No." Val shakes her head, she noticed Joe put her phone on the charger on the nightstand. 

"Don't give me the cold shoulder." Joe says spooning her from behind and kisisng her shoulder. 

"Would I be talking to you if I was doing that?" Val asks rolling her eyes. 

"Guess not, but I just want you to go bed happy." Joe mumbles against her shoulder. Val turns to look at him. 

"I always go to bed happy when I'm with you." Val smiles at him before giving him a kiss. 

"That was really cheesy." Joe chuckles before he jumps out of bed.  

"Ass." Val mutters. 

"Heard that!" Joe says heading into the bathroom. 

Still feeling uneasy Val decides to text the group chat. She asks how the atmosphere on her social media accounts are doing and they each reply with similar responses, except Mateo. 

Karina- I've had to go private because people were asking me about you and Joe. 

Genesis- Same, but it's not too bad. People just seem to want confirmation more than anything. 

Mateo- I've been locked out of my instagram for like two weeks now because I haven't remembered my password. Will let you know when I get in. 

Val snorts reading Mateo's message, he always has something going on with his social media accounts. Joe comes out of the bathroom and he eyes Valeria. 

"What are you doing?" He asks sitting next to her in bed on the other side of her. 

"Texting my friends, they went to dinner without me tonight." She says setting the phone aside again. Joe looks at her suspiciously but lets it go. Both of them get into bed and Joe inches closer to her. 

"You know everything is going to be okay right?" Val says after a moment of silence between the two of them. It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself but it didn't seem like Joe caught on to her tone. 

"I know. I just, care for your well being is all. I've been here before and I can't let people who don't matter affect our relationship." Joe kisses her shoulder once again before she turns around. The moonlight shining a bit through the window which illuminates his perfect handsome face. 

"I come from a family that has disowned me because I kiss girls...I promise i'm tougher than you think. I'm just glad I get to go to every home game now. " Val smiles grabbing his face and planting a kiss on lips. 

"Love you" He smiles. 

"Love you too, now get some rest so you have some energy tomorrow to do stuff with me." Val smiles. She turns back around letting Joe spoon her and it really wasn't long before she heard his soft snores. Val couldn't help but to feel anxious about everything so she grabbed her phone, dimming it as low as possible so Joe wouldn't notice. She knew that he was so tired that he wouldn't notice her phone in front of her. Looking at the comments on his most recent post there were plenty about them both regardless of the post itself which was football related. Val felt a pang in her chest reading some of the comments. 

'One of the most popular QB's out here and you're dating a lesbo??'

'Should of stayed with the model Joey, too many sacks got you thinking odd man'

'Guys maybe it's a pity thing, I'm sure he's fucking baddies on the side! They all are!'

'wake up brother! you know you can do better'

'not you doing charity work dating @ valeriarios'

Val felt herself tear up at the horrible things people were saying though she had been mentally preparing for this for years. All of a sudden that confidence she once felt in herself and relationship with Joe was slipping through the cracks. 

A/N: So sorry for not staying on schedule. My schedule has been super hectic since starting school again and now trying to maintain a relationship on top of that and work and family stuff, it's just all bonkers. Hopefully I can get back on track this next week for you guys! 🖤

#joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fic #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow series #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow angst #joe burrow x oc

[garbagevanfleet]

hard candy

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY 

pairing: reader x Josh summary: two words - cam. boy.  warnings: masturbation, watching pornographic content  Authors Notes: this is going to be more than one part, but i don’t know how many or when it/they will be posted. This fic is 100% inspired by Doja Cat’s “Cyber Sex” every fic of mine is edited by my best friend @gardenvanfleet​, and this moodboard by @dharma-divine​

Playlist (its just really fun)

You just wanted to have a nice night. Between school, work, and social obligations, it wasn’t frequently that you found yourself with time you truly owned. But you had just started summer break, and that evening, you decided you were going to pamper yourself. As you got your card out to order Chinese, you imagined the thin plastic sprouting a pair of eyes just so it could give you a judgmental glare, but you squashed down the guilt, reminding yourself that you’d been so diligent at sticking to your budget all month and you deserved a treat. 

After rounding up your favorite blanket and softest pillows, you made a cozy nest on your couch and settled into it, bringing up a list of movies to watch while you ate. In the end, your food arrived before you’d made your choice, so you went with a tried-and-true favorite. Robert Stack’s comforting monotone talked you through an episode of Unsolved Mysteries while you guided orange chicken into your mouth without really paying attention to the task. 

You’d only gotten through half of it by the time you’d had your fill, so you hauled yourself off the couch and packed the leftovers away in proper containers, reminding yourself that if you did, you’d get to have the same delicious meal once you felt snackish later. 

The idea hit you as you glanced over to the pillow on your armchair. It had been a gift from your sister when you moved in, and it was the most unnecessarily luxurious thing you owned. She had married a wealthy man a couple of years ago, so you knew she could swing it, but you’d looked the item up online and found out it had cost her a pretty fifty dollars, and ever since, you’d been afraid to really touch it. 

Suddenly, as your eyes fell on it, you imagined the plush, white fur running over your skin. You fantasized about how it would feel as you slid the fabric up your leg, and that’s when you realized - you had time. 

For once, you had the time to touch yourself and enjoy it. So often, there was something to hold you back; some excuse you’d come up with. You were too tired from work. You had a coffee date with your mom early the next morning. You had a ton of homework to do. 

Right now, there was nothing standing in your way. You could take the time to build up the sensation - you could even back off of it a few times before you let it wash over you. 

With a fluttering feeling in your chest, you laid your pillows out on the couch and then rose to your feet. You were determined not to rush any part of this, so you took care in selecting a vinyl and then turning your record player on to fill the living room with soft music. 

As you padded across the wooden floor to your bedroom, you untied your shorts, letting your fingers brush the sensitive skin under your navel and raising goosebumps across your skin. You let them slip down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear and a t-shirt as you bent to your bedside drawer and pulled out your favorite toy. It was just a little red bullet, but it felt like the right choice for the evening - you’d had it long enough that the motor had begun to slow, so it wouldn’t be too intense and end the fun before it could really get started.

Like it was your prize for the evening, you cradled the little piece to your chest as you made your way back to the couch. Just for the sake of really leaning into the mood you were trying to nurture, you lit a couple of candles on the coffee table and the end stand, giving you the perfect mood lighting and filling the room with the warm scent of bergamot. 

You propped your head on a pillow and then positioned it until you could no longer feel a strain on your muscles. 

After a couple seconds of letting yourself soak in the atmosphere, you started by running your fingers over your skin; you started at your navel and dragged your touch upwards until you hit your diaphragm. Using the softest possible approach, you brushed the pads of your fingers over each individual rib as if they were waves on a body of water, pushing the hem of your t-shirt up as you went. You used just the tips of your nails to lightly scratch up the underside of your breast, cupping it in your palm for a change of pace. You swiped the pad of your thumb over your tongue to wet it before rubbing slow circles around your nipple, and your hips started to squirm on their own at the fluttery sensation. 

Slightly less gently, you dug your fingers into the meat of your inner thigh, noting the way the pliable flesh bulged around the pressure. Then you teased along the slope of your mound over your panties with the plastic bullet a few times before flicking it to life. You were careful to avoid any contact with your clit, running the toy up the shape of your slit through your panties and letting the indirect vibrations be enough until you were aching for it. 

You could have kept going like that all night. There was something borderline addictive to letting yourself get entirely enveloped by that fuzzy feeling. It swallowed you down until your body was reacting entirely on its own accord. You were aware that your hips were rocking as you teased your sensitive nerves, but you couldn’t stop them if you tried because - for once - you were not in control. 

Just as you started to feel yourself climbing towards the top, you pulled the toy away, bringing yourself to reality for a moment. You noted your heavy breathing and the way the area around your mouth was wet from you absently licking your lips. Your toes were curled in on themselves, but your muscles all felt comfortably al dente. 

You slid your fingers down to feel that your cotton panties were stuck to your soaked skin, so you peeled them off, leaving you with no barrier from the pleasure you were about to experience. 

On a whim, you pulled your phone out and opened your browser. It wasn’t like you did this very often, but you had a couple of pages of “adult content” bookmarked, and you scrolled through the short list until you found the one you’d had in mind.  

But, you became bored of it quickly. One video led to another, and before you knew it, you had gotten lost in a rabbit hole. You knew you could finish yourself off without any visual stimulation - you did it all the time, and you were just about to set your phone back down when a particular thumbnail caught your eye.

It was the colors of it that hooked you - aqua and pink. You opened it on instinct and it owned every part of you from the very start. 

The background was bathed in different shades of light. A neon sign propped up on a console table against the wall threw off hot pink, the bulbs of it shaped into a heart and then the word Bummer in cursive script across it. Beside it were some strategically placed house plants; one of them rose past the frame and caught the bold colors with its huge, dark leaves, making the small space almost jungle-like.

And, in the very center of it all, was the shape of a boy. Every part of him was intentionally enticing. The frame cut off just above his chin, but the very bottom of his hair was visible - light brown curls that brushed the skin of his neck on each side. He was draped over an emerald green, velvet armchair, and his hands were splayed out over the ends of the armrests.

He was in a loose-fitting, long-sleeved shirt, and the white material was so sheer that you could see every feature under it near-perfectly. His fingers traced the bottom hem of it before lifting it up to his ribs, exposing the unmarred flesh across his stomach. His abs weren’t pronounced, but as he pulled the garment over his head, they flexed, giving you a glimpse of the contours of them, hiding under his soft-looking flesh. 

In a way that you hadn’t felt since puberty, you wanted him. Usually, if you saw someone attractive on the internet, you’d think about them for a short amount of time - maybe fantasize about dating them while you were meant to be paying attention at school.

But this one was different, right from the get-go. 

The structure of his arm muscles lead you to wonder whether or not he put work into them; they were built, but not to the point where you couldn’t believe he came by them naturally. From somewhere off-screen, an aqua-colored bulb lent its light to the dips above his collarbone. 

You were aching for him and he hadn’t even done anything that you couldn’t watch at work. It was the kind of lust-fueled adoration that was often mistaken as love, but you couldn’t help yourself now if you tried. You were in too deep by the fifty-third second of the video. 

His hand moved to his thigh, flexing into it as you had just moments before. He slid his hand up until it was rested over his lap, and in a fluid motion, he sunk back into the chair until his mouth came into view of the camera. 

His mouth. His mouth was something else entirely. His lips were plush and soft to the eye, and the curve of his Cupid’s bow looked like a heavy-handed brush stroke in a painting. You could almost picture an artist picking out the perfect shade of mauve and then going back with a highlight of white to create the sheen of lip balm he appeared to be wearing. 

As soon as he was relaxed and comfortable, he started teasing his fingers across his navel. He was in a pair of silk sleep pants, and the ivory material shined with each microscopic movement. You audibly sucked in and held a breath when you saw him dip the very tips of his fingers under the band of them, and when he quickly pulled them back out, the very corner of his mouth tugged up into a smirk. 

It was almost worse that way. You could only imagine that he was watching the feedback on the screen as he recorded the video, reveling in the satisfaction of knowing that he was eliciting the exact reaction you’d just experienced. You decided it was actually infinitely worse to know he was fully aware of how debilitatingly sexy he was. 

It was increasingly clear to you that he wasn’t wearing anything under the silk as the outline of his hardening cock was starting to become pronounced. After making you wait in anticipation for a few grueling seconds, he traced his middle and forefinger up the shape - slowly, as if he was petting it. Under the fabric, it responded to his touch with the tiniest little pulse, so he rewarded it with more attention; this time, he loosely wrapped his hand around it through the material, giving you your first taste of its real size. 

You hadn’t even realized you were moving until your fingers brushed your clit; it was overly sensitive due to you bringing it to the edge and then ignoring it, so the lightest pressure made you jolt. It throbbed as you swirled the tip of your index finger over it and continued the circular motion. If it weren’t so pathetic, it would almost be funny how easily you stumbled into that wave of pleasure again, your eyes glued to the screen as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over his tip through the material. 

You’d been anticipating it so deeply that when he finally lifted his hips and slipped his pants down his thighs, you let a low groan escape into your living room. His dick was modestly sized (at least compared to porn standards) but it was beautiful. 

The pale pink flesh was pulled taut around the full shape of it and your eyes followed as he danced his fingers up the curve of it. When he reached the head, he pressed the pad of his forefinger to it a couple of times, stretching a bead of clear precome to show you, making you nearly choke on your inhale. 

He used it like lube, smearing it across the soft skin until it shined in the light. Then, when he lifted the wet finger and dragged it over the flat of his tongue, all you could do was watch, mouth agape in awe. 

He finally wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave it a couple strokes, seemingly just experimenting with the grip until he fell into the rhythm he was looking for. Normally, watching guys jerk off was boring to you. Every man you’d ever fucked around with had gotten to come, whereas, you’d only ever experienced an orgasm in the presence of a man once - and it wasn’t brought on by something they were doing. 

This was different. There was something about this video that you’d never experienced before. It was art in the way that porn almost never was. Every single piece seemed to have been carefully constructed, from the lighting to the backdrop. His outfit and each individual move he made - it all felt like a craft rather than a sloppy video a man taped on his phone. Other videos with this same general concept almost felt like they were meant to force a woman to watch the subject come - like they were getting off on the thought. It felt like receiving an unsolicited dick pic. 

But you wanted more of whatever this was. Forever.  

Watching his teeth sink into his bottom lip on a particularly good stroke made you feel possessive. You wanted to touch his face and make him look into your eyes. 

You paused the video, staring through the ceiling as you set your phone on your chest. You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, and the sensation worsened when you changed up the movement on your clit and then imagined his fingers were the ones doing it. He’d painted such a perfect picture of a sensual atmosphere that you could easily pretend you were there with him. 

Behind your eyes, he pulled you into his lap until you were straddling his thighs, and the lack of space in the armchair he was in forced your bodies closer together. You imagined him holding his hard cock up with one hand and then planting the other on your hip, sinking you down onto it you bottomed out. Just to line fantasy up with reality, you used your free hand to slip two fingers past your entrance, letting out a huffy breath as the internal pressure made the warm wave of your pleasure swell.

You pictured him moving your body just the way he liked, his thumbs pressing into the divots of your hips as he ground you down onto him. Everything around you was melting away as you imagined his mouth - those pink, plush lips - against your neck. You could almost pretend that you could feel his tongue as it dragged down your jugular vein, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin. 

Goosebumps raised across your skin at the phantom sensation. As much as you wanted this moment to keep unraveling you forever, the peak was beckoning you, and you weren’t sure you could force yourself to stop. Your digits were working you over the way that only you knew how to do, but you had no trouble carrying on with the fantasy. 

His hips were rolling up to meet you with each dip, and you imagined the way his hair would feel as you wound your fingers through his curls in search of a grip - something to tether you to earth as you started to come. 

The most desperate moan crawled its way up through your chest and past your clenched teeth and rang through the empty room, rough from the force behind it. Your muscles were clenching around your fingers as the height of it bit down on you.

You hadn’t heard his voice, but as the orgasm claimed every inch of you, you could picture his mouth moving; his hot breath splashed against your neck as he whispered dirty little encouragements. He told you that you were a good girl. He called you his and then made it true by sucking a fuschia mark into your skin. 

By the time you’d ridden it for all it was worth, you pulled your fingers out to find them soaked. You lifted them to your face to inspect them in slight horror as your come started to form a bead, threatening to drip. Deciding you’d do laundry first thing in the morning, you lazily wiped them off onto your t-shirt.

For an indiscernible amount of time, you laid there on your couch, fully spent. Behind your closed eyes, your brain had liquified, leaving you with only the fuzziest thoughts of him. You were stuck on his mouth - the little smirk he wore disturbingly well.

You found yourself thankful that he hadn’t seen fit to show you his face, because you knew it would be debilitating enough to leave you truly haunted by him. And yet, you wanted it - desperately. There was suddenly no amount of money you wouldn’t pay for it. 

When you’d finally recovered enough to stand, you found you had come so hard that you had to remember how to get your legs to support your weight. The record had long since stopped playing, waiting in vain for you to flip the vinyl, so you took care of that before blowing out the candles and pulling your shirt off. Completely naked, you leaned against the kitchen counter and ate the rest of your dinner cold, straight from the container. 

Once it was gone, you started the shower and let the hot water wind you down from your high. You actively tried to keep the unnamed boy from your mind, but despite giving it an honest effort, his hand was rubbing circles into your back as you drifted off to sleep.  

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