#i could NOT get the audio louder its driving me crazy

[quillicity]

they r so silly to me

[neblina-magico]

Chapter 2

Sleeping In The Sun

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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Grabbing my car key and grabbing the security card. Picking up my duffle bag and suitcase I’m now ready to start my job, kind of. I still gotta settle in and all that shit but from the schedule i got sent, today i'll be getting a quick little introduction while being led to the living space. After that I was told that I'm free to walk around and get familiar with the pizza plex. I'll probably explore the daycare though since I'll be working there.

I shuffle my playlist and start driving, seeing the quietness of the outskirts to the slight louder and busier environment of downtown. Then finally i see it, my one true love, my everything, my light, its the fucking pizzaplex. I find a parking spot in some sort of dark edge of the parking lot where its next to the building and covered by some branches and overall seems like a dark corner where you think you'll find a dead rat. Luckily i didn't find a dead rat, if i did i would be crying on the floor with a dead rat in front of me. I dont like seeing bead animals they make me so fucking sad that ill puke. Speaking of piukeing why are the doors to the pizzaplex so fucking big, its gigantic, a whole elephant can fit throught these doors.

Walking past the humungus doors I'm greeted by the eye sore of colours the place has to offer. Ever wanted to remind yourself of all the colours possible, well this place is the place for you. Looking around I see a little robot thing making its way over to me, it's got a cute little pink bow and everything.

“Hello, I'll be your escort and guide for today!”

Cute, like really cute. This robot had the voice of a cheerful and bubbly person, its pretty comforting not gonna lie. I smile and wave at the little robot.

“My name is Daisy! I'm an accessibility assistant, I'm assigned for audio descriptive tours when a kid needs them, but today I'll be guiding you to your new home! Just follow me over to the right of the escalators!”

I follow behind Daisy, she holds a resemblance to the staff bots that lurk around but her cute little pink bow helps differ her from the others. A simple design for an important job, beautiful. Daisy leads me to an area right from the escalators. It's pretty reserved and hidden and very much in the dark.

“This area is pretty secluded? It also feel very omunis.'' I say walking up to a red door that has some sort of weird looking lock on it. It doesn't have any way of putting in a code or even a keyhole, all it has is a small screen and a handle. That's it, a screen, and a silver handle.

“This is your living space! You just have to use your security card to enter inside! I was told that you'll have to go through another door to officially enter your new home and lucky you, you're the only person who has access to it. Meaning i can't go in with you and show you around your home but i'm sure you're smart enough to do that yourself. Well before i leave i'll tell you something that i have been instructed to inform you about, inside your living corders there is an elevator, that elevator will allow you access to the daycare and to the lower grounds, specifically the area near Parts and Services. Welcome back to Fazbear Entertainment and have a faztastic day!”

And off she goes, wheeling her way away. I just looked at her moving away and once she was out of sight she was out of mind. Turning back to facing that eye straining red door, why the fuck is it so bright, i wonder if i could repaint it at somepoint. Maybe to a grey or some sort of green, kind of like that go-away green in disney parks.

Crazy. I put my suitcase and duffle bag down and reached into my back pocket pulling out my security card. I tried swiping my card on the top of the screen, but that doesn’t work. Next I try slapping the card on the screen, that shit doesn’t work. Maybe if I pretend to use the force the stupid door will open. How the fuck do I open this door, why the fuck does there have to be many ways to open the door. Tough love won’t work so maybe some soft love will work.

Tapping the security card on the screen, the door automatically opens. It was an easy and a solution I probably should have figured out with the power of common sense but me being me was too stubborn and dumb to use my brain power and properly open the door. I pick up my duffel bag and grab my suitcase dragging it along with me as I enter the small room. The door closes behind me and I’m greeted by a dark red room with a single ceiling light that was enough to light up the whole room.

There is a long brown couch, it’s a little soft to the touch and on one side there’s a bright blue crescent moon pillow and on the other side sits a bright yellow sun pillow. Right away the centre is a light grey star pillow that honestly looks really huggable at this very moment. Looking around some more I notice a counter top that has a black mini fridge and multiple baskets filled with all sorts of snacks and a coffee maker. There was also a sort of gift basket that has my name on it, looking inside I see that it has a bottle of blueberry wine? That’s something interesting, I mean I’m sure it’ll taste hella good but I’ve never seen blueberry wine, also who the hell even made this thing now that I think about it. When did they have the time to even build all this? Who put those chocolate oranges inside the basket?

I sigh, like obnoxiously sighed, all these questions will probably never get answered no matter how much I wish it all would. On the note with my name on it it says “Welcome back to Fazbear Entertainment!” Peachy. I look at the other eye bleeding red door.

“I guess this is the entrance into my living place. Through the red fucking door i go, maybe ill end up in fucking narnia or some shit”

I let go of my suitcase to open the door, I switched the duffle bag to my right hand and reached for the suitcase before letting the door close behind me. I settle my stuff next to the coat hanger that's conveniently placed right next to the door. Slipping my shoes off and I look around the place. It's much larger than my old apartment, the left side was a living room, pretty plain and empty aside from another couch, a brown coffee table, a TV on of course a tv stand, and two huge ass bookshelves. Fucking perfect, now i got two big ass bookshelves to fit all my books in.

To my left is the ketchen, it's fully furnished which is pretty great. From the first look I notice how the whole place is quite literally sun, moon, and stars theme. It’s pretty neat not gonna lie, I love space and all that shit. Next to the kitchen is a door to what I’ll assume is the office since the door is labeled as “Office”. I pick up my stuff and walk into what I assume is my room, it’s hella big. The bed in here is HUGE. It's a big round circular bed, like who did they expect to sleep on that thing, three huge ass people? Again everything is celestial themed, the whole bed, the rug that’s on the floor, the night stand, the lamp, and the closet. There’s also all my moving boxes in here along with more big bookshelves and a really nice looking vanity.

I notice another door and all I’m going to assume is that the door leads to the bathroom, but I’m too tired to keep exploring instead I want to leave this place and explore the daycare! Dropping my duffel bag on my bed and leaving my suitcase in the room I leave. Noticing the elevator between the bedroom and the office and ran to get my shoes and put them on and run back to the elevator.

“Time to get familiar with Superstar Daycare.”

I whisper to myself before entering the elevator.

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Last chapter, Chapter 3 will be out in 2-3 weeks. I’ll post some concept drawing for the Daycare Attendant Uniform!!

[fadedflame]

Ghosts in the Machine Day 26

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Day twenty six - White Noise

Words-855

Part five: Connor is recovering.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Ao3 or

For once, Hank was in a good mood. After getting Connor out of CyberLife, New Jericho had taken over the repairs. The bastard technicians that had wanted to use him as a guinea pig protested, but were powerless to do anything.

All except Sal. Because of his help, and since Connor seemed to trust him, he had been invited by Markus himself to help with the repairs. Apparently he had been one of the technicians that originally built the kid and expedited the progress.

From what Hank had heard, Sal had accepted a permanent position there officially making him the first human to work for New Jericho.

And that wasn’t the only first.

Hank pulled into the driveway, shutting off the car. He was eager to be home. Connor had been put on ‘medical leave’ after the incident and had been homebound for most of it. He was glad the kid was following orders and taking it easy, but leaving him alone all day was stressful.

Besides, he had exciting news to share with him.

Fowler had told him just before he left. Due to Connor’s heroic actions on the day of the raid, he was to be the first android in history to be awarded the Medal of Honor.

Hank couldn’t be prouder. He just hoped it didn’t reinforce any bad habits. After all, the kid had already been built without a sense of self preservation.

The smile on his face fell the moment he opened the door.

The house was trashed. It was absolute chaos. Tables were overturned, books were pulled off the shelves. Even the sofa cushions were askew. Sumo came over, whimpering rather than greeting him with excitement.

Hank’s first thought was that something had happened, that there had been an intruder. The crash that came from Connor’s room seemed to solidify that notion. He rushed into action without a second thought, gun drawn and ready to do whatever it took to protect his kid.

But, when he got there, Connor was alone.

His room was just as torn apart as the rest of the house, if not more so. Every book, every trinket he’d picked up over the months was strewn about. Even the mattress was flipped on its end.

“Connor?” Hank called, still on edge. “You ok?”

Connor looked up at him, a manic desperation on his face. “Hank?” He asked, sounding panicked. “I can’t find it.”

He holstered his gun, satisfied that there wasn’t a physical threat to worry about, but knowing that something was still very wrong. “Can’t find what, Kid?”

“The noise!” His voice shook as though he were on the brink of tears. “I can’t find it. I don’t know where it’s coming from. I can’t - Hank It’s driving me crazy. I need to find it, it needs to stop!”

“Ok, ok. We’ll find it,” Hank promised the panicking android. He knelt, knees popping uncomfortably as he did so. He reached for Connor, hoping to stabilize him, at least a little. “It’s gonna be alright.”

Hank didn’t hear anything. At least, not anything out of the ordinary. They both knew Connor’s repairs weren’t finished, it was honestly a miracle he was doing as well as he was. It was an ongoing process. They would fix something, then something else would fail. Hank was beginning to worry he would never be entirely repaired.

He ran a hand through Connor’s hair, hoping to comfort him. His skin was back, though it was deformed in a few places, scars that would probably never be gone completely. “Hey, I’m gonna try something, ok? Tell me if it helps.”

Connor nodded, desperate for a reprieve from the noise only he could hear.

Hank moved from the kid’s hair and cupped both hands gently over his ears, theoretically muffling any exterior noises. Connor’s face twisted into frustration. “No, it doesn’t help. If anything, it's louder. It…” Realization dawned on him as he came to the conclusion Hank had made almost immediately. “It’s my audio processor, isn’t it?”

“Looks like it, yeah,” Hank agreed, letting his hands fall. Time for another trip to New Jericho, not that they weren’t a regular occurrence already.

Connor leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Hank’s chest and he held him without a second thought. He was getting frustrated with everything going wrong, he could only imagine how Connor felt. “It’s alright, kid. I’m sure they’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

He rubbed circles into his back and Connor seemed to calm. “No damn medal is worth this shit,” Hank mused aloud. The android didn’t respond, probably already having turned off his ears. He’d tell him about the medal later, he was overwhelmed enough as it is.

“I’m sorry about the house,” Connor said into his shirt, voice finally back to normal.

He pulled back so Connor could read his lips, letting his hand rest on his shoulder since the kid tended to be clingy when he wasn’t doing well. Hank gave him a warm, encouraging smile. “Come on, let's get going. The sooner you’re fixed up, the sooner you can clean this shit up.”

[converse-luke]

Sofas in Studios

A/N: this is all @sexgodashton fault for bringing up this fucking prompt. also i wrote this very late at night and cant be bothered to edit it so if there are mistakes thats why. there is also no plot. its just smut. 

Warnings: sub!luke, double sided dildo, recording sex on a microphone, teasing, just a tad of overstimulation

When you peered in the doorway Luke was still working in the new studio. His electric eyes were focused on the screen of his laptop, not noticing your entrance. You quietly closed the door and locked it. Luke huffed and tipped his cheek into the palm of his hand while you slipped your surprise onto the coffee table behind him. He scanned over the audio tracks in front of him before saving and closing out of the project. 

Luke went to push away from the desk but you placed your hands over his broad shoulders. He jumped in surprise but sunk back into his chair. “Hey handsome, I think you deserve a break.” You lifted a hand to run it through Luke’s hair while your other rubbed slow circles into his shoulder. 

“I’m not done yet though.” You dropped your hand from his hair, massaging his shoulders gently. 

“You’ve been working all day love, time for a short break.” Luke went to protest but stopped short when your hands slid down his chest and your head on his shoulder. “I think you need to relax a little.” Slowly, you tugged the hem of his teeshirt, only pulling it above his belly button. “What do you say baby, can I help you relax?” His head turned towards you, your lips sliding together in a dulcet kiss. When you pulled away you could see a soft blush dusting his cheeks. He only nodded before you took his shirt off completely. 

You stretched forward, creating a new recording and smirking down at Luke. “For when you get lonely on tour.” He groaned softly as you pressed record. 

Luke let you push him to the blue couch, his thin fingers working on the tie of his gym shorts. You let him step out of his shorts and boxers before shoving him to the couch. His eyes watched eagerly as you stripped. They widened when you stepped into a harness and shimmied it up your legs. He watched as you slid part of the double-sided dildo into your sex, a short moan escaping your lips. “Fuck,” Luke gasped out as his cock twitched in interest. 

His legs spread as you climbed onto the couch and grabbed the bottle of lube you left on the coffee table. Luke wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping himself as you slid two fingers inside him. You fingered him open slowly, not speeding up when Luke began to softly plead for more. His cock was fully erect against his stomach, leaking precum when you angled your fingers against his prostate. “Please just fuck me.” Luke groaned when you removed your fingers. 

“No need to beg love, I’m going to fuck you.” You lubed up the dildo and slowly slid into him. High pitched moans left Luke until he adjusted to the toy. “You ready for the surprise?” 

“Surprise?” Luke’s eyes widened when they met the small remote in your hand. You clicked the button, moaning when the toy began to vibrate. Your hands grabbed at Luke’s hips and you slowly thrusted. His eyes screwed shut as you fucked him, biting his lip to keep his moans in. 

You let him get away with it for a little while, the microphone only picking up the sounds of your skin hitting his and your moans. The button of the remote clicked and the vibrator picked up the pace. Luke’s eyes snapped open as a loud moan escaped him. You spread his thighs, letting one of his legs fall off the blue couch. The slight change in angle made him whimper in pleasure. Luke sat up, pulling you so your lips met while you fucked him. You tugged on his curls, eliciting small moans and whines. His hips jerked to meet your thrusts until you forced him to still. “I want you ass up face down.” You pulled out of him, lightly smacking his thigh when he didn’t move. 

Luke’s ass was too perfect not to spank, you had to slap it once he was in the position you wanted. He let out a startled moan, letting out a few more when you spanked him repeatedly. You lined the dildo up with Luke’s hole and slowly pushed in. His hands gripped at the couch cushion while he moaned against the purple patterned pillows. You turned the vibe up again and quickly fucked him. The intensity of the toy made Luke whine out, “fuck, harder.” You complied, grabbing his hips so you could give Luke exactly what he wanted. The both of you moaned at the sensation of the double-sided vibrator but Luke was closer. 

“You wanna cum baby?” He nodded against the pillow and screwed his eyes shut when the toy brushed against his prostate. You changed angles, experimentally thrusting, smirking in satisfaction when Luke shuddered at the pleasure. “Go ahead then baby, make a mess all over your pretty blue couch.” You clicked the remote up two more times, taking a moment to moan and adjust to the speed of the toy before fucking into Luke again. Every quick thrust you made sure to hit his prostate. Luke wasn’t holding his moans back anymore, small pleas to make him cum falling out between his whines and gasps. You grabbed at his cock, jerking him off until Luke was cumming against the couch. He took in a shuddering breath, whining in oversensitivity when you kept fucking him. “I haven’t cum yet love, and we’re not stopping until I do.” 

Luke let out a moan, legs quivering when you turned the vibe up more. “Or maybe I’ll make you cum again after I get my orgasm.” You draped yourself over his broad back to whisper in his ear. “Think you can handle that baby? Can you handle another orgasm?” Luke only moaned in response, getting louder when you pinched one of his nipples between your fingers. “Fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You sped up your pace, pounding into him until you reached your high. 

When you came down from the euphoria you turned the vibe down to a low buzz. You grabbed a cushion from the couch and put it under Luke’s hips. “Go ahead and grind on that while I fuck you.” Luke adjusted himself before rutting his hips forward. He buried his head in his pillow and moaned at the pleasure. You went slower, enjoying the tortured moans Luke let out when you refused to speed up. He grinded down on the pillow and back on the fake cock as quickly as he could. You couldn’t help but laugh when he whined when you held his hips still. “We’re going my pace baby boy.” Just to tease him you quickly thrusted in and out of him a few times before returning to a slow pace. His hips still rutted forward every so often to get friction against the couch cushion. The soft vibrations and slow pace were driving him crazy with need. You squeezed his hips as he let out another broken plea to speed up. Instead you let the vibrator increase in speed and kept at your slow pace. Luke shuddered and moaned, voice cracking. His hips thrust into the couch cushion desperately until he came all over the fabric. 

You turned the toy off and pulled out, taking the harness off and letting it drop to the floor. Luke rolled onto his back, kicking the couch cushion to the floor. He went to pull you into a cuddle but you stood, striding over to his desk. You ignored the pout you knew was on his face as you stopped the recording. Luke smiled widely when you returned and quickly cuddled up to you, refusing to let go. He was getting sleepy, two orgasms sapping his energy but Luke was fighting sleep. His eyes fluttered closed only for them to jerk open. Luke finally drifted off when your hands stroked his hair and your lips pressed gentle kisses to his forehead. You decided you’d tell him that you’d have to get his new couch cleaned after his nap. 

[peachebunnys]

I’m thirsty for Carrillo 💦💦💦

Aren’t you in luck! This has been on my mind for a while now so I hope you enjoy this~ 

[Come with me]

Horacio Carrillo x reader

warnings: smut - phone sex, mutual masturbation

Horacio takes a swig at his flask, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the headache that he knew would soon come. The tapes, the bloody tapes that he’s been listening to for hours have done nothing but increase his frustrations, and he was already feeling the dull ache at the back of his head.

The sun had set, making the tiny lamp next to him the only source of light as he leaned over the dozen or so files that littered the desk.

He’s been cooped up in the office the whole day, replaying tapes after tapes in hopes of finding a new lead on Escobar. That maybe something, just something, would aid him in this blind hunt for the man. It was like taking a stab in the dark, pointless and exhausting and Horacio knew that his energy would only wear thin if it continued.

The police station was empty, save for some of his men that were stationed at the main gates, working their night shifts to protect the integrity of this place. Horacio’s office was silent, air stilling as he lit yet another cigarette that hung loosely between his lips.

He expertly changed the recordings, recklessly tossing the previous one away before wearing the tiny standard issued headphones on his head.

This is pointless, he thinks, there’s no way we’re moving forward like this.

He slams his finger against the stop button, leaning back in his seat to take a breather. The whole fucking day has been nothing but a mess, and he wished nothing more than to lay in bed next to you instead.

The phone suddenly rang, an abrupt scream that broke the silence of the night. The trembling of the phone shook the wooden desk slightly, and Horacio purses his lips to brace himself for the bad news that’s to come.

Pressing the receiver to his ear, he takes a drag from his cigarette again, tapping the bud lightly to rid the ash that barely hangs at the end. He half expects it to be one of his men, informing him of their status updates, or possibly even an unwarranted call from Javier with yet another lead from his “informant”.

What he doesn’t expect though, was your voice- soft and sweet, and mewling his name from the other end.

“Horacio?”

His breath hitches, recognizing that tone of your voice instantly. It was the very same voice you’d use when in the throes of pleasure, moaning out his name as he fucks your brain out. It threw him off-guard for a second, but he smiled as he took another drag from his cigarette. 

“Yes my love?”

He answers back just as sweetly, throwing the burnt cigarette in a nearby bin. He pushes away the tapes, resting his arms on the desk as he speaks to you again.

“Are you alright?”

“Horacio, ” you call out again, and this time there was no doubt you were aroused, “you haven’t been home lately.”

The guilt washes over him, and he sighs in agreement.

“I know baby, and I’m sorry.”

“I’ve missed you.”

He hears it, the moans you’re trying to suppress getting caught in the back of your throat. He straightens himself in his seat, rolling his tense shoulders as you continued to speak to him. 

“Horacio, I need you.”

He smirks as he takes a shot from the flask, cock hardening just slightly at the sound of your voice dripping with arousal.

“Where do you need me, my love?”

Cockiness. A trait in him that only came to him whenever he wanted you to beg for him.

Your moans echo through the phone, low and drawn out that almost has Horacio’s cock twitching.

“I need you in me Horacio, I’ve been feeling so lonely without you.”

He imagines you pouting, with your plump lips puckered out as you widen your eyes. He groans in response, leaning back in his seat as his cock starts to twitch harder in his pants. The straining of the material was starting to get too much and Horacio had half a mind to pull down his pants there and then.

He downs the remaining alcohol from the metallic container, feeling the buzz build up in him. “Have you been touching yourself?”

He hears your breath hitch, imagining your eyes widen as you trail your hands down to your panties. Your moans come out short and choked, and Horacio took that as a ‘yes’.

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” Horacio smiles, looking around the empty room cautiously.

He spreads his legs just a bit wider, feeling the friction of the canvas pants rub against his hardened shaft. He could already feel the veins pulsating, and you barely said anything.

Fuck, he thinks, the way he’s already half hard at the sounds of your pathetic mewls and pet name. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, he hears the faint sounds of your wetness followed by a long drawn out moan of his name again.

“What are you wearing?” His voice comes out more authoritative than intended, leaving no room for noncompliance to not answering his question.

“Only panties and your home shirt, the big green one you always wear to bed.” He could hear you fumble with the phone, holding it closer to your mouth, “fuck, baby I need you so bad, I kept touching myself to you these past few nights.”

Horacio hums appreciatively, pulling his chair closer to the desk, “and what is it that you keep thinking about?”

Your pants now become louder, and your breathing was slightly heavier than it was before. “I— I keep thinking of your thick cock inside of me, pumping me full with your cum till it seeps out.”

Horacio feels himself becoming fully hard, moving his large hand down to palm the growing cock inside his pants. He lets out a soft groan, imagining the way you looked in his clothes and panties all sprawled out and ready for him.

“Keep touching yourself princess, exactly how I’d do it. Tell me, how does it feel?”

Your voice comes out as a purr, occasionally mewling out Horacio’s name, “It feels so good Horacio, but I need your thick fingers instead.”

“I know, princess,” He coos, “I know just how much you love my fingers curled up in your pussy. You’re always so tight, clenching around my two fingers whenever I fuck you open, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes.”

”How many fingers are you touching yourself with?”

“T—Three, but it’s not enough.”

That thought had Horacio groaning, throwing his head back in pleasure. He’s fighting off the urge to jerk himself off there and then, finding his current location a bit too unsafe to engage in such activities. He palms his cock harder, fingers ghosting across his length while his hips involuntarily jerks forward.

“I — fuck, Horacio —“ your voice becomes higher and he could hear your fingers speeding up its pace against your clit. “I — need your huge cock inside of me right now. Fuck, I need you so bad Sir.”

He couldn’t. He simply couldn’t take it.

Your begging was the final straw for him, and with one swift movement - Horacio unbuckled his belt and pulled his uniform pants down, hissing as the cool air stimulated his weeping cock. It laid proudly against his firm stomach, twitching while precum seeped onto his uniform shirt.

He runs his thumb over the slit of his cock, smearing pre cum against the reddened tip. He could faintly hear your voice, in the midst of all his filthy thoughts about you, calling out to him desperately. “W—what would you do if you were here now?”

Horacio could tell your voice was starting to get shaky, a clear indication that you were about to reach your climax soon. “Oh, my sweet girl. I’d absolutely destroy you. I’d have you writhing under me in minutes.”

He starts pumping the length of his shaft, feeling the veins become more prominent. “I’d first taste that pretty pussy of yours, making you cum with just my tongue. Should I suck on your clit, or should I finger you open while lapping at your juices? Which one do you prefer, princess?”

“Anything, please just eat me out. I just want your mouth on me.”

“Hm,” Horacio slowly starts jerking himself off to your pleads, “such a filthy, filthy girl. What else do you want, my love?”

“H—Horacio. I want to suck your cock so bad.”

His shaft twitches, fisting himself tightly in his right hand, soughting out release from just the sound of your voice.

Horacio leans further into his seat, hips jerking upwards involuntarily at your voice. “Oh baby, you have no idea how good your lips feel against my cock. Your pretty lips wrapped around me drives me crazy.”

You had let out a whine, and Horacio could hear your breathing becoming shallower. The night was cool, a stark comparison to the fire that was igniting within him. The arousal and the alcohol mix had made his head feel fuzzy, with only thoughts of you naked and playing with yourself replaying in his mind. 

“Play with your tits for me sweetheart, pinch those nipples as hard as I usually would.”

He hears your end rustle once again, audio only becoming clear after a few antagonizing long seconds. “Yes Sir. I’m s—o wet for you, fuck I desperately need your mouth on me Horacio.”

Horacio throws his head back, pumping his cock with fervor as he listens to you. He’s close, so close and he knows he just needs a bit more to send him over the edge.

“Horacio—Sir, I hnng— ‘m close but I want to hear your voice. Please, I need your voice to get me off.”

Horacio clenches his eyes shut, hips stuttering as he feels his balls tense. “Cum for me princess, let me hear you sing my name.” His cock twitches wildly, feeling the pleasure closing in.

“I’d get on my fucking knees to lick all your cum right now if I could, my mouth would drip with your release baby.”

“S—so fucking close, yes.” The blood rushes to his ears, a ringing as his orgasm washes over him, cumming all over his exposed abdomen to your broken moans and cries for him. You let out a string of curses, all of which loud and incoherent.

The both of you pant loudly into the phone, chest heaving as you came down from your high. Horacio was no doubt lightheaded, the orgasm ripping through him harder than anticipated. He lazily picks out a tissue and wipes his cum coated hand, resting his head in his palms once he was clean.

You were both silent for a bit, allowing the pleasure to slowly leave your system and to relax your body after such a strenuous activity.

“Horacio...” Your voice came out softer this time, hoarse from your earlier cries of pleasure, “that was fucking amazing.”

His breathing stabilized and he smiled into the phone, eyes half lidded as he answered back, “got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“I wanted you to cum in me, not with me,” Horacio could feel a small gasp leave his lips, realizing how absolutely filthy you were.

“I’ll do everything and more when I get back,” he promises, “make sure you’re ready for it.”

He slams the phone down, ending it hastily as he gathers himself to look decent. He leaves the office within minutes, not giving a second glance to his men he would usually greet on the way out.

Horacio smiles as he gets into the car, thinking of the ways he would punish you once he got home. If you thought that you’d get away with calling him while he was working, just to get yourself off to his voice - boy, were you in for a long night.

[imagineurfavs]

VIXX - Ravi A-Z

“Hiiii, could you please write an A to Z for Ravi?? 🙏🙏”

“vixx ravi a to z 👀thank u ❤️”

“Ravi A-Z NSFW please?”

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A - Aftercare Bless him he tries, but he’s so exhausted afterwards the most he can probably stretch to is maybe getting you both a drink...after that youre on your own lol sorry 

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) does it count if i say his favourite part on himself is his tattoos? idk, i just feel like theyre something about himself that he really cherishes, and he knows how much you like them too. On his partner, he likes the cakes, the booty, the butt meat. He can’t get enough.

C - Cum Likes to cum on your face or neck. Bonus points if you let him cum in your mouth then kiss him, it’s something he finds so unbelievably hot.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) He really REALLY wants to record the both of yall going at it and use the audio in one of his songs, but he thinks you’d never agree to it so he’s afraid to bring it up :((( 

E - Experience He strikes me as someone who’s no stranger to one night stand kinda things so he’s definitely got a fair amount of experience. He just gives off the energy of someone who knows his way around the female body lmao

F - Favourite Position Loves having you ride him, he likes the lazy approach and watching you bounce on him is his favourite site in the entire world. Always has a soft spot for doggy as well, he’s always a fan of anything where he get’s a full view of your ass.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) Not that goofy at all tbh, sex is something he just takes super seriously, he’s not here to mess around lmao. He’s here to fuck you up and get you shaking fgfdgdg

H - Hair (how well groomed are they) Trimmed to the point of almost being bare, but he leaves a little bit lol

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) He has his softer days every now and then, but he’s not really all that intimate in the moment tbh. He knows that you know how he feels about you, so he doesn't feel the need to be overly sentimental when at that moment all he wants is to rail you into the mattress until you're shaking oop.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Honestly he probably does it basically every day; it’s pretty much a part of his nighttime routine at this point. He finds it the perfect way to relax just before he goes to sleep

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) For sure marking, both giving and receiving. He doesn’t even care if anyone sees them, he wears them all with pride and a massive smirk lol. He’s into maybe lowkey bdsm stuff too, just a little light pain and restraint kinda things.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) His favourite place would be his recording studio. It’s just that bit different enough to be a lil saucy, but private enough to where he’s like 95% certain no ones gonna walk in on you. It’s the reason he bought a super big sofa to go in there tbh lol.

M - Motivation (What turns them on) He’s a simple man, literally just touch him in an even slightly suggestive way and his brain will go straight to his dick. His thighs and lower stomach are the places he really likes to be touched

N - NO (something they won’t do, turn offs) No sharing, so that means no three(or more)somes lol. You’re his and he’s yours. That’s how he wants it to stay. 

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Lowkey the type to be more into the whole “face fucking” thing when you go down on him. He can get super intense when giving too, he wont stop until you've had a least one orgasm from foreplay alone lol.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) I feel like he’s somewhere in the middle lol, a happy medium. Probably a little on the faster side, but not crazy rough. He’ll be sure you feel it the next day.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) He’s quite a fan, he thinks they definitely have their charm of just scratching that itch whenever it occurs. They happen every now and then, usually in the morning when he wakes up with a boner but has to be somewhere soon.

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) To a certain extent. He does have a few hard limits, but aside from that, he’s totally open 

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) I dont think he lasts all that long, mainly because of how much energy he puts into whatever he’s doing. But providing you catch him before he falls asleep, he’d be down to go a second round.

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) Definitely owns a few. Not a crazy amount, but mainly what he considers the “essentials”. Stuff like a vibrator, blindfold, silk ties and maybe a paddle if he’s feeling extra spicy.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) Maybe surprisingly idk, but i really dont think he’s that into teasing. I think he’d much rather just get straight to the main event then draw things out needlessly long.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) Some super gravely moans and very very sweary. Super into dirty talk also. Very much a “let the neighbours know my name, baby” kinda guy sdfds

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) He love love looooves it when you’re super vocal, the louder the better. It doesn’t matter where you are, what time of day it is etc. He knows all the right spots to hit that’ll get you screaming and he’ll keep going until you’re as loud as you can get.

X - X-ray (what’s going on inside those pants) Average in both senses i’d say, pretty n veiny though lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Pretty high, like it’s not that high where its unbearable lmao but it’s probably a little higher than average. 4-5 times a week at most

Z - Zzz… (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Super fast lol. Pretty much as soon as he pulls out of you, he’s out like a light lmao.

[sparklingpax]

Tales From Iacon - Part 2: Intentions

A/N: 

-Part one can be found here and I also have a wattpad where I’m posting updates as well as other stories! (user is @/kunixjiro)

-Idk if this was an appropriate title for this part but the idea was that they both had their own intentions and well....you can see how it turned out.

-Sorry if this is badly written (and for any typos, mistakes, weird phrasings, etc)

-Also sorry that this is long af O//O’’

-This part isn’t so fluffy ^^’’ But dw I promise I’ll resolve everything in time....anyway, hopefully nothing got too ooc or anything! Enjoy!! <3

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It was no secret that Megatronus was a gladiator.

He was not ashamed or afraid to admit his purpose—to kill both beast and bot alike.

For the entertainment of the crowds, and in accordance with Cybertron’s corrupt caste system. 

            Such a life was a choice he’d made long ago, when he rose up from the mines and cast away the life of a meaningless energon miner. With it, he’d cast away a name given to him—a name which held no meaning anyway.

             D-16 was no more—he was Megatronus now.

///

            The wild cheering of the crowds invigorated Megatronus, fueling his drive to utterly mutilate the monster hulking before him. All he could think of was the desire to fight stronger and harder than ever before—to show off his power so he could bask in the glory of the hundreds all around calling his name.

             “Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus!”

               The deafening roar of the onlookers filled his audio receptors, causing Megatronus to grin wildly, and the injured monster to bellow in terror. It stumbled forward hastily, only for Megatronus to dodge and deal another blow with his sword. Much to the delight of the crowd, the beast cried out in pain and reared up to attack Megatronus again.

             There was no fear as Megatronus gazed into the black eyes of the beast, lit only with primal rage. They bored into him for only a moment before it shook its head and charged.

             Call my name! Call it louder—shout it to the skies, Cybertronians!  

             He stood in battle stance, breathing hard but not yet tired. Bright lights all around blazed down on his plating, making the grey and burgundy glow as silver and red. His optics were alight with a wild look, as if he knew the battle was over and victory was in his very grasp.

             Megatronus tossed away his shield, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter. He released a savage cry and charged right at the monster. Screams of excitements and fear sounded from every angle as he neared the gaping jaws of his opponent.

             The gladiator swung the sword and neatly sliced off half of the grey tongue that greedily reached out at him. The monster instantly recoiled, writhing in pain. Blue blood sprayed everywhere. The warm, sticky liquid showered Megatronus as he slid the weapon into its holder at his hip.

             He paid no mind to it, for he had known the tongue would bleed the most.

             Megatronus took a running leap off the dirt and landed on the back of the beast. With his own servos, he grabbed its snout and yanked it towards him, bending its neck backwards to injure it further. It tried to swing him off, but Megatronus stabbed his sword into its body. The crowd collectively shrieked with anticipation upon seeing the legs of the monster buckle beneath him.  

             Before it could scream in pain again, he vaulted off its body to the side, twisting its neck with a fatal, sickening crack. There was a brief, abrupt silence while the monster moaned more quietly, attempting to move. It crumpled inward with a low huff.

               A pool of energon gushed out from its wounds, soiling the ground around it as Megatronus backed away to watch it die. He grinned with pure delight—breathing heavily, limbs quivering with exhaustion—at his work. Only seconds later, the beast went totally limp.

               It was done.

             The volume of the crowd was loud enough to sound as if the whole of Cybertron had packed into the small stadium.

              Megatronus was victorious again.

             He felt pride and joy rush through him as he raised his sword and cried out to the masses before him.

              “I AM MEGATRONUS, KING OF THE PITS OF KAON!!!”

             “Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus! ”

             “I AM LIVING PROOF THAT ONE DECIDES HIS OWN DESTINY!!”

               Hundreds packed together in the seats raised their servos and shouted as loud as they could, amazed by the skill of the gladiator before them, and filled with inspiration. Megatronus felt something warm in his spark, for he knew Orion was one of the many voices.

               There was no disputing it now, D-16 was truly no more.

///

             Outside the arena’s seating, there was a dimly lit, blue corridor. Various clumps of bots milled around there. Some were making their way out from the seats, conversating excitedly about the fighting, or were making their way back in. Others stayed outside for whatever reason they had. A quiet murmuring filled the space, contrasting greatly from the deafening roar of the arena.

             Orion Pax had his back up against the wall, breathing hard. He tried to steady his breath, attempting to erase the images of the brutal murdering of that beast from his mind.

             He had never seen anything so violent in his whole life.

             Orion couldn’t bear it a second longer, hearing the crowd cheer hungrily for the monster to suffer more, and chanting all the louder for its death. All of it had felt so…wrong. For a second, he had wondered if everyone in there had lost their senses. Surely a society of civilized people wouldn’t bee chanting for the death of a living, breathing creature? Or will it to be tortured?

             And yet…they were.

             He had slipped out to regain himself a little, and decided he’d return to his place when the act was finished. At least, if Orion didn’t watch some of the real fight, he’d see the aftermath. After all, Megatronus had invited Orion as a…somewhat esteemed guest. It was only fair that Orion, too, should raise his voice to cheer his friend on.

              I’m here for Megatronus.

             I’m here because he invited me.

             I’m…here to…support him….

             His stomach turned upon thoughts of what he was doing to the creature at the moment. He heard a loud roar of pain and the noise of the crowd increased greatly. Orion shook his head and slid down to a sitting position.

              I’ll…I’ll wait here until it sounds like it’s over…or else….I just might purge…

///

             “So then, Soundwave,” Megatronus shook hands with the quiet mech and nodded. “I’ll be off. I’m meeting someone now. We can speak again tomorrow, if you like.”

             Soundwave nodded, then turned and left. Megatronus watched him go, interest dancing vaguely in his gaze.  

              What an interesting bot, being so quiet and yet saying so much.

              The gladiator was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion, and it seemed the adrenaline that had pushed him through the fight was finally fading. With a small grunt, Megatronus stumbled and fell against the corridor’s wall for support. To Megatronus’ frustration, his legs were tremoring a little. He let out a sigh, straightening again after a moment with a small wince.  

             I suppose I…expended a bit too much of my energy today…

             He still felt pride and joy in his victory.

             Even still, all my efforts were worth it. I stand alive once more.

             “Good evening, Megatronus!”

             Orion’s voice reached Megatronus before he sighted his friend at the other end of the corridor. Orion picked up pace and jogged down the hall to meet him.

             Megatronus immediately felt his exhaustion dissipate.

             Orion had seen the fight!

             He was eager to know what Orion had thought of it all. He knew it Orion’s first time seeing something as graphic and epic as this.

             But more than that, Megatronus was eager to know what Orion thought of him. Battle brought out his truest form, and that form was Megatronus’ greatest pride. Having somewhat of an ego, Megatronus knew that deep down, all he needed to keep going was some sort of praise.  

             After all, who wouldn’t? Validation is a beautiful thing, especially in one’s own art. 

             “Orion, it brought me much joy to know you could make it tonight!” He and Orion shook servos and greeted one another, then started slowly back up the hall so they could leave the building. Megatronus continued, “How unfortunate you could not have seen me last week, when I, with great fervor, slayed—”

             He paused, sensing Orion tense up next to him and look away.

             Odd.  

             “Never mind. Anyway, you are usually too busy with your studies or your work. How is it that you came tonight?” Orion sighed.

             “My apologies. I hope to be a master archivist one day, and full commitment to my studies is essential for me to reach that goal.” He looked up at the sky speckled with thousands of stars and smiled. Shifting his gaze to Megatronus, who was listening intently, he nodded. “I did get time off tonight, though. I have Alpha Trion to thank for that.”

             Megatronus patted him on the back.

             They continued through the quiet streets of Kaon—well, the backstreets, to be specific. Megatronus knew how ugly the main streets could get with all the crazy bots running around at night. He wanted no part in it tonight as long as Orion was with him.

             And Orion is no fighter.

             “Megatronus, uhm…” Orion’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He looked a little nervous. He fiddled with his fingers for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I…I hope you can be patient with me.”

             “What?”

             “You might feel offended.” Orion tried elaborating. Megatronus, however, was not following. “I am only asking that if you are mad, that you don’t take it out on someone else…or that you can understand what my reasoning was.”

             Offended? It made little sense. Yet his friend remained tense, and would not meet his gaze. Megatronus immediately felt guilty. Have I said something wrong?

             “Orion, I do not understand what it is you refer to!” He picked up his pace, trying to think of changing the subject. He so desperately wanted to know about what Orion had thought of his battle with the monster!  

             “About the fight tonight…” Orion’s gaze dropped to the ground and he halted. Megatronus, who had walked a few paces ahead, stopped and turned. Oh, he read my mind. How funny; I was just about to ask!

              “Listen, Orion, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not—”

              “I had to leave halfway through the fight. I…” He slowly lifted his gaze to meet his friend’s. As he’d suspected, the beginnings of frustration had already begun to spark into it. He mustered all his confidence to finish. “I waited in the hall because I couldn’t take anymore of the violence…or the bloodthirsty crowd. It…did not feel right at all.”

              An uncomfortable silence weighed on the pair.

              At last, Megatronus turned away and sighed quietly, breaking the silence. Orion felt guilt and embarrassment to the depths of his spark. He opened his mouth to say more, then thought it better not to. He figured Megatronus would have something to say to him.

             “So…that’s it?” Disappointment was fully evident in his voice, causing Orion’s spark to twist more. Megatronus turned back to his friend and moved closer. His hands were folded behind his back. Orion swallowed.

             My intentions were to be honest, but I fear I have taken an imprudent course of action…

             Orion decided not to voice the thought. Instead, he quietly responded, “Yes.”

             “I would be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’m…very hurt, Orion.” Megatronus kept his voice level as he gazed into the archivist’s eyes, yet Orion could still hear dejection in its tone.

             He realized he had to fix this.  

             But how? What do I say? Orion Pax, you foolish child!! He scorned himself internally.

             “I am sorry, Megatronus. I understand that words will do no good, but for the moments I was there, your courage in the face of the beast was admirable.” Megatronus looked away. Indignance and annoyance welled up inside him.

              He’s probably making it up.

             “And that is the honest truth.”

             Orion looked earnest.

             He also looked and sounded guilty.

              Is it? Or are you telling me what I want to hear? Why did you come if you knew you couldn’t stand violence and a crowd’s wildness? Orion, you anger me…or rather…

             Megatronus then remembered his friend’s quiet plea for peace and patience beforehand. To lash out at him would wound their friendship forever, and give Orion the wrong impression of Megatronus. All that aside, Megatronus realized he…felt no anger towards his friend. The heated emotions faded, quickly replaced by pangs of rejection.

             …such is my fate, being a lower-caste bot raised in blood, darkness and cold steel. Of course Orion does not find it beautiful, and I should not have forced him to witness such things.

             It seemed they would have to allow time to do its work.

             Megatronus began to walk away, saying nothing more. Orion called after him, but received no reply. His friend disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving Orion feeling guilty and ashamed.

              I won the battle, but I now feel…defeat.

              Megatronus felt exhaustion creep back into his limbs.

///

             On his way out of the city, Orion paid no attention to the tranquil, moonlit nature around him. He was instead lost in thought.

             Had I said nothing, I’d have lied.

             He shook his head.

             I can’t lie. I won’t lie. I know it would have come out eventually, and he would still be hurt. 

             A pang of sadness twisted his spark again. 

             Why couldn’t I bear it even for his sake? It is because I do not understand it that I fear it, I know. But...it is his joy...his art....and I was not there for him.

             As he reached a train station, Orion still did not have any real thoughts in mind as he punched in the location for his ticket.

             When the train arrived, Orion boarded and sat by the window.

             I realize now that my intentions were faulted. It would have been better to stay quiet, becuase then I would not have hurt him.

             He closed his eyes.

             Time will have to heal this wound.

[midnight-watch-committee]

Story 1: what happened to Sheridan

Journalism, second period of the day, 9:34 in the morning., June 22nd, 2018.

There was a tv on in the class room, we always had the news on in there to help us, "a free cheat sheet if you use it right" as Mr. Haddison would call it. Every now and again people would be mildly interested in what was happening: law suits, politics, and murder for the morbid. A sudden gasp escaped from the girl next to me. Her name was Beth and if you saw her, you’d probably expect her to be a computer club kid. A headband kept her bright orange hair that almost looked fake from falling into her rounded, golden framed glasses, she was the youngest person in this room by about five minutes and she made sure you knew when you walked in, her sporadic and adventure seeking personality was as wild as the bright stickers on her laptop and pins on her shirt which told you every fandom she was in. She tapped me quickly on the shoulder, which was met by a cold “I’m busy,” but her insistent tapping eventually made me cave, as I looked up to what was shocking her, I realized why she gasped so loudly. “How do you lose an entire town?!” I said, or rather screamed. My friend Mikey quickly covered my mouth, expecting me to scream more about something or other, but I was more in shock than anything.  Mikey slowly moved his hand off my mouth and wiped it on his letterman jacket, “Could you be any louder?” he asks sarcastically, which I feel tempted to test but decide against it. Sheridan, Wyoming...”it was just there five minutes ago”, according to one of the people interviewed, a man who left town to grab a prescription from a nearby pharmacy. “Hey, Mike, how far is that” I asked. “Not crazy far-Juni, do you have another stupid idea?” he answered, already knowing what I was gonna say, “Just one...” I respond. “Dumb ideas? Like what, going to the crater formerly known as Sheridan? Juni, it’s gone, I’m sure the police are-” Beth started before getting shot a “shut the fuck up” look from Mikey. “What are the cops gonna do? IT’S GONE! If they plan on arresting us for looking at a hole in the ground, I’m sure a court will easily rule in our favor.” I spit out. “Jeez, fine! If you two are going, I’m tagging along to make sure you idiots don’t get hurt.” Beth said whipping out her phone “What time should I expect Mr. Can’t drive for shit to show up?” Mikey let out a chuckle. Not his “I found that funny” chuckle but a forced one, the kind you do when your sister tells a really bad joke but your mom shot you a look. “8:30, ditch the pink, we’re trespassing and we can’t repeat the O’Reily house incident.” She gave me a thumbs up, punched it into her phone and went back to her work.

The Vallen residence, 8:20 at night.

I looked in the mirror one last time, my jet-black hair an absolute mess but not like I’d ever bother fixing it. I decided to settle on a blue baseball cap to hide the rat’s nest. A black sleeveless jacket and torn blue jeans were my only real protection from anyone spotting my pale ass from a mile away. I checked the film on my grandfather’s, well mine now, camera. I gently trailed my finger over the weird markings that surround the outside of the camera. I heard my phone go off from the other room and darted over to it, slipping it in my jacket pocket and making a break for the door, pulling up my black face mask and hoping in the back of Mikey’s dark red pickup truck. He had some cheerleader girl up front with him and they clearly seemed to be taking a while so I gave the roof a few rough slaps. He rolled his window down and snapped “How many times do I have to say stop doing that before you fucking stop?” I rolled my eyes and laid down as we pulled off. I shot Beth a text letting her know we were on our way and took a nap for the 30 minuets it took to get to her place, she hopped in and checked to make sure I was still alive, trying to keep me awake so I was ready to do my job. I was the group photographer, Mike was the muscle and Beth was our pretty face who got everyone’s attention, I’d do more up-front stuff if it wasn’t for my social anxiety so for now that goes to Beth. “Did you check the film?” she asked, to which I nodded. “Good, good...how do I look?” I crack a smile and give her the trademark Beth Thumbs up ™, curving my thumb slightly to copy hers. She rolled her eyes and made sure her recorder was still working. There was something about the way the light hit her and the look in her eyes that left me stunned. Click! I snapped a quick picture of her and waved the film around, checking it. Perfect. I slipped it into my jacket pocket hoping she didn’t see me take it as the truck comes up on what was Sheridan.

Sheridan, Wyoming 8:50 at night.

We slowed to a halt a few inches away from the crater. “God, does he want us to get stuck in there?” I mumbled to Beth before hoping out, tapped on the window and gestured for him to back up. The vehicle rolled back and just as quickly as he reversed, he slammed down on the breaks, most likely giving poor Beth a major concussion. Mikey got out from the front, telling Sherri or Cherri or Cherry or whatever her name was to wait there, Beth started her audio recorder and we started our search. We walked around the perimeter of Former Sheridan, snapping photos of weird shaped rocks that seemed placed by something to hold the dirt back from reaching the middle and flowers that were left in the crater by those who thought everyone there was dead already, sitting in between all those flowers were four glowing blue rocks. “We should go in.” I blurt out, “I mean, when have we ever been scared to go into something? We’ve been in hospitals during outbreaks for Christ's sake!” Beth and Mikey look at each other, have a quick whisper debate that seems to end in Beth winning and sends Mikey back to the truck to grab some climbing equipment and set it up at the spot we were standing near. Beth offered me the rope and I accepted, sliding down all the way to the bottom of the crater, about 15 feet deep. “what the- HEY GUYS GET DOWN HERE!” I shouted, and started snapping pictures of a hole dug into the side of the crater...no, dug is wrong. There were bite marks on the outside of the hole. As if provoked by my camera, a gray, eight legged, slimy, insect shaped...CREATURE came charging out. It’s lack of eyes was amplified by it snarling, four toothed jaw. If you took of the tail of a scorpion and made it the size of a small building, you’d have this thing. The creature started stomping around the crater screeching. Legs brought up dust, chomping it up in the air. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Beth screamed down into the hole and honestly, I didn’t know. I snapped a few more quick photos and broke for the rope, not wanting to be down there any longer. On my way up, I noticed the writing on the outside of the camera glowing, now readable as “Midnight watch committee.” As whatever the fuck that was screeched after us, we hoped in the truck and booked it, leaving cheer girl in wonder as to what we saw down there but we didn’t even have the sanity in that moment to describe it,.

Vallen residence, Midnight.

This thing was like something right out of some old country children’s tale. “Wait a minute...” I thought to myself, I flung open every filing cabinet in the attic, trying to find the old book my grandfather use to read to me from. My mom always hated it and time and time again told him to not read it to me, but he never listened. “The world’s a scary place,” he would say “nothing wrong with teaching her what to expect.” After maybe the 500th cabinet filled with pitch blackness, my hands bumped into the large leather-bound book. I blew the dust off it, remembering the last time I had ever had this read to me was when my mom was still alive. As if like magic, I open the book up to a random page and saw exactly what I was looking for, “The Earth Eater.” My jaw dropped reading everything in there, all the lives it had taken...but what really threw me off was...the book mentioned Sheridan’s disappearance. Did the author know? Was this some kind of joke? I set the book down on my Grandfather’s dark colored oak desk and went to bed, my mind still racing.

Bus ride from Vallen residence to Big Horn high school, 6:15, June 23rd, 2018

It was a cold early morning, but if you were up then, even in the pitch blackness, you would’ve seen the way the ground exploded near us as the Earth Eater rose from the ground, sending the bus flying. It felt like everything happened so quickly yet so slowly at the same time. I got sent flying into the seat next to me, like many others, and hit my arm against the seat hard enough to hear a loud cracking sound. It felt like every single nerve in my body dedicated itself to making me feel nothing but pain in my arm at that moment, as I tried to move it, I realized just how badly it had truly broken. The creature charged toward the bus, its none existent eyes locked on me I imagine, and for one last desperate attempt to make a story out of this, I pointed my camera at it the best I could through a window. A soft Click! Filled the air, followed by a vrrr as the camera pushed out a Polaroid, by the time the photo had made it to me, Earth Eater was gone, back to maybe one day return from whence it went, or maybe not at all.

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This post is sponsored by BabbleBoxx.com on behalf of TURTLE BEACH® For way too long, I've only used the cheap headsets that come with the PS4 Pro and Xbox One consoles thinking they must rank as high as those expensive ones on the market. Hey, why would Sony or Microsoft send along an inferior product accessory to go with their superior gaming consoles, right? It's like how they only give you one wireless controller. No, they're not trying to make you feel like a total loser who has no friends to play with, they want you to keep adding to their coffers by buying more from them. After having enough of those headsets fall apart, I knew there had to be a better alternative. Our team here at Movie TV Tech Geeks aren't hard on stuff either, so it only lets you know how low quality they are. Thankfully, the fine folks at Turtle Beach sent over their Ear Force Stealth 600 surround sound gaming headset to test on the new Xbox One X. Yup, we got a sweet review console already, and we have put this Turtle to the test. To be fair, we even tested it up against some very high priced headsets since judging such a superior product against the headsets that come with the consoles would be like testing a Tesla against a Smart Car. Right off the bat, I hate having so many wires that come with being a hardcore tech geek. The setup in our gaming media center has a 4K 75" LG OLED TV, 3D 7.1 Channel sound system, PS4 Pro, Xbox One, Nintendo Switch and now an Xbox One X so you can picture how many yards of cords we have snaking everywhere. That drives me crazy so having a new tech toy that is one-hundred percent wireless is like taking a bite out of a tiramisu cake or freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. Pure heaven! Most 'wireless' console headsets still make you plug them into a controller, a USB port or directly into the console. Not this time though. The Stealth 600 lives up to its name and is a true wireless over the ear headset that is really comfortable. The only time you'll ever need to connect a cable is when you charge the battery. That's it! Next big question, of course, would be about how long the battery life is. Well, Turtle Beach says 15 hours of game time, but we put it through our test, and it lasted just around 18 hours of solid gameplay. Nice when it lasts longer than what the company claims. So how is the sound quality? Excellent. This is the first headset that sounds amazing and also feels really comfortable. For those of you that get into intense long gaming sessions, you know how important comfort it, and even after a five-hour long gamefest aka Overwatch match, I could have kept going on. No pinching feeling or headaches from discomfort. The headset adjusts to every aspect of your head (no two are made alike) and fit everyone's heads here at MTTG. The ear cups have a rounder shape and aren't the usual 90-degree angle most headsets have. This makes for a much more comfortable feel and experience. The extra plush foam padding really feels good and rather than having that leather padding that always winds up ripping or tearing; Turtle Beach uses a soft mesh fabric on the earcups and padding. I know this is a little gross, but we all know that ears do sweat and this mesh seems to help keep that at bay. If you wear glasses, the Stealth 600 has you covered as the padding in the ear cups is plushy soft so none of that pressure on your frames. The left side of the headset is where you can flip out the microphone for those team talk sessions, and it automatically turns on and off as you snap it into position at the side of your mouth. It mutes when you pull it up which is such a nice change from the tiny toggles on the usual headsets. Trust me, once you try the Stealth 600 for this, you'll never want to go back to the others. There are two wheel adjusters on the back of the left ear cup that takes care of the main volume and chat above a larger power button that allows you to to try out specialized audio profiles like "Superhuman Hearing" which lets you hear environmental sounds like a car door shutting behind you or even leaves rustling in the wind. Things are definitely much louder in this mode, but it will make you super alert in games like Fortnite or Halo. You'll have plenty of fun adjusting and boosting the bass, treble, and vocals even in surround sound mode. I tested it without trying any of the settings, and the sound quality was surprisingly crisp and oh so clear. Many times people will wear their headset with one cup slightly off the hear because their voice is so loud, but with the Stealth 600 mic monitoring, you can hear your own voice, but it won't be so muffled or too loud with both cups sitting comfortably over your ears. Being able to hear yourself also helps to keep you from being the annoying gamer who blows out everyone's ears screaming and not realizing it. Everyone else I used it with came in perfectly clear. I was a little doubtful of how you could get surround sound from only two speakers, but I could tell when audio was coming from in front of me and behind me making it feel like there were five speakers doing the job. Watching Blu-ray movies is a pleasure too as you can hear every crunch of a car over leaves or twigs without bothering anyone else in the room who isn't interested in what you're watching. I can't wait to try the PS4 Pro version with the PSVR games as I can only imagine how much more horrifying some of them will be with this amazing sound. Unlike the PS4 version, which requires you to plug a USB dongle into the console, the Xbox One version has just an extra button on the left ear cup so you can sync it with the built-in wireless protocol. It synced perfectly and even when I walked around; it didn't fall out. So, if you like a lot bang for your buck, the Turtle Beach Stealth 600 has it plus so much more. It easily blows away some of the really expensive headsets out there, and this one is just $100, so I will be adding this to our electronics gift guide. It is a must holiday want for every gamer or anyone who just wants great sound when they're playing games. Our friends at Turtle Beach are letting us give away one set of these amazing Ear Force Stealth 600 wireless headsets to one of you lucky readers. You'll be able to choose if you want the Green one (pictured throughout this article) to use on your Xbox One (or upcoming Xbox One X) or the Blue set which you can use on your PS4 console. TO ENTER: Just RT the tweet below, and you're all good to go. We make it so easy for you all! You've got until Nov 10, 2017 to get busy RT'ing! We'll contact the winner via Twitter so make sure you're following us so we can DM you! https://twitter.com/movietvtechgeek/status/926528786836918273 If you can't wait to get your hands on one, just visit Turtle Beach to check them out.

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Kia Stinger GT2 - My impressions and review after 7,000 miles. via /r/cars

Kia Stinger GT2 - My impressions and review after 7,000 miles.

I bought a 2018 Kia Stinger GT2 for $38,000 before TTL. It was leftover on the lot and the owner had driven it for approximately 5,000 miles. I got a new title at used price. MSRP was ~$52,000.

For some background, my last two cars were a 2014 Audi S4 Prestige and a 2015 Mustang GT Performance Package. I also have driven a 2018 Audi Q8 and a 2015 Audi RS5 enough to give a comparison to those cars as well.

TLDR. I have gotten more compliments, window roll downs, honks, waves, and questions about my Stinger GT2 in 7,000 miles than I did in over 100,000 combined miles of my S4 and Mustang GT. A Stinger GT2 is a very competent grand touring car. It is a pleasure to drive around town, has gobs of power, is very comfortable, and has precise and sporty turn in and balance even if it has low overall grip and balance when at the limit. The features and interior quality are not quite enough to match a brand new mid-level Mercedes, Audi, or BMW, but it's right behind.

I'd say a good comparison is the GT2 is just behind a mid-level mercedes, bmw or MB that has come out in the last 2-3 years, but ahead of anything older than that.

What's Good

Interior. The interior of the GT2 punches above its $52,000 MSRP. It does not quite rise to the level of a new mid level audi, bmw or mercedes, but it far exceeds the interior in my 2014 Audi S4 Prestige. That's not exactly a fair comparison, given the Audi B8.5 platform came out in 2013, but it gives you an idea of where it falls. There are no blank switches in the interior. Every switch is solid, feels good to press, and doesn't look cheap - even the plastic ones. The interior is intelligently laid out and all of the important every day controls are physical buttons, not buried in the infotainment system. The interior is a mix of padded leather, brushed aluminum, and soft touch plastics. Use of hard plastic is very limited, but there are two key areas that I wish were not hard plastic - the airbag cover on the steering wheel and the side of the center console where your knee can touch the console. Other than that, every important touch surface is high quality materials.

Seats. The front seats do not come close to a true luxury car like Lincoln, but are nicer than what you would expect from a sports focused car. The seats in my GT2 are heated and cooled. Adjustments include independent left/right thigh extenders, lumbar support, adjustable side bolsters, and your typical back and seat adjustments. They are more comfortable than the seats in my Audi S4 while also managing to be more supportive. Compared to the Audi Q8 I find them just as comfortable as the Audi Q8.

Features. Adaptive cruise control, lane assist, blind spot monitoring, cross traffic monitoring, automatic lifting tailgate, and a heads up display are the highlights of this car. Get a 2019 or newer and you also have a 360 degree parking camera. The only major modern feature the GT2 is missing is a full digital and configurable dash. Kia did a lot of good things with features that just make sense. For instance, when you change the wiper mode the screen between the tach and speedometer shows you what mode you are in. When you change the auto wiper sensitivity, that screen shows you that too. Simple things like that show that Kia has put some thought into everyday usability.

Powertrain. Stock a Stinger GT will dyno anywhere between 350-375hp and lb-ft. Add a $500 piggyback tune and you will dyno close to 400hp and 470lb-ft. These numbers are more than enough for someone who just wants their car to be fun to drive. The transmission is a competent 8 speed automatic that I have no qualms with. Not as fast as a dual clutch, but much smoother and calmer at low speeds than a dual clutch. There is a launch control, but it's nothing to write home about in terms of how violent your launches will be. At least it's easy to engage.

Handling. Turn in is immediate and precise. The car is balanced when under control, but understeers heavily when you begin your four wheel drift. The car apparently does not actually perform as well as it feels. Look at Lightning Lap Results at VIR and you will scratch your head wondering why the lap time is so slow for a car that feels so precise and balanced. The answer is that overall levels of grip and balance deteriorate at the very limit and there is not much you can do with the throttle to fix it except lift. Steering weight and feedback is not as good as my Audi S4, but on par or better than the Mustang GT. Overall, it's a pleasure to take this car on an off ramp, but it's not going to light your hair on fire at a track day or autocross. Big red Brembos are a nice visual touch.

Infotainment. The speakers in my GT2 are superb, on par with the speakers in an Audi Q8. If you are someone who likes good audio but not enough that you would spend money on an upgraded aftermarket system, you will not be disappointed. The infotainment is unintrusive and highly customizable - even some stuff that you might scratch your head and wonder why anyone would customize it (for example, you can customize the relative sound levels of almost every audio input). Android auto works flawlessly and seamlessly. The screen between the tach and speedometer has a lot of useful information and is easy to navigate. If you opt for Kia's navigation, I found it to be very competent and I like the overall design.

Incentives. Incentives on these cars are ridiculous at the moment. Especially lease incentives. Lots of cash back, and you can buyout your lease right away and still keep the lease cash benefit. They simply cannot move these cars so you will get a lot off MSRP. I wouldn't buy one for more than 85% of MSRP. 80% of MSRP is a killer deal that some people claim they have gotten, but those are very rare.

Kia Warranty. No comment needed. Great warranty.

What's Bad.

Badging. The Kia badge is hideous. I don't mind that it's a Kia, and I'm not embarrassed to say it is a kia, but the badge is hideous. Luckily there are some replacements available which cure this problem if you are willing. I'm running the stinger script out back and the international kia logo on front and on my steering wheel. Unfortunately that looks a lot like a lexus badge, so people get confused often.

Heads up display. The heads up display does not have the option to show a gear position indicator or display shift lights, even when you are in sport mode. Kia, please patch this into the firmware! You let me have my blind spot monitoring and turn by turn directions show up in my HUD, but not a gear position indicator? C'mon.

Manual mode. When in sport mode and manual shifting, the transmission will revert to default "Drive" when you come to a stop - even if it's a momentary stop like a red light. If you call for a downshift while stationary it will revert to manual shifting, but there's no reason that the transmission should exit manual shifting just because you come to a momentary stop. Kia, please patch this into the firmware!

Range. The gas tank is too small and fuel economy is not stellar. I average between 20 and 24 mpg on mixed driving and that nets me about 300 miles between fillups.

Dealerships. Kia dealerships. I consider myself an informed purchaser and I went into the dealership with a number in mind to buy the car. They got close, we made a deal, that was that. I didn't have a bad experience, but I have seen a lot of posts and stories about people who are less informed than me who have a less than stellar experience at the dealership. It can be a bit weird to shop for a $50,000 car next to people who are trying to spend less than $20,000 for a brand new car.

Exhaust. The exhaust note is meh. It's not bad, but it's not great either. The V6 in my Audi S4 had a better exhaust note and I was happy to get a louder and more expressive exhaust on my S4. To give you an idea of what exhaust tone I like, AWE touring was perfect on my S4. I want a louder exhaust on my Stinger, but I'm also very very cautious about getting one that drones or is too farty. MBRP's new release seems to be the right thing for me and I will probably head that direction.

Why Buy a Stinger

The Stinger GT2 is the perfect car for someone who needs to put a car seat in the back seat and some stuff in the trunk, but doesn't want to be bored when they drive the car. Realistically the only car that is comparable is the Dodge Charger. For me the Charger is preferable if you want that raw v8 sound and more power, but the Stinger GT2 is more preferable if you want a more refined and comfortable ride.

Other comparable cars in this class are either too expensive or do not have the same power and sportiness. An Audi A5 Sportback is competitively priced but can't touch the GT2 in terms of power. Step up to an Audi S5 Sportback and you've blow the budget trying to get similar features.

I modified my Audi S4 and my Mustang GT, not to a crazy extent, but enough that you could tell they weren't stock. I've gotten more complements, window roll downs, honks, waves, and questions about my stock Stinger GT2 in 7,000 miles than I did in over 100,000 combined miles of my S4 and Mustang GT. Everyone loves this car, but no one is willing to spend the money to buy it. I suspect the reason no one wants to buy the Kia Stinger is because they would rather be seen in an Audi, MB or BMW. The other lawyers in my office gave me shit for "downgrading" from my Audi S4 to my GT2. I give them a ride and then they are surprised at how nice it is. Doesn't mean they'd buy one, but at least they understand after being in one.

I see myself holding on to my Stinger GT2 for a long time. I sold my Mustang GT because I needed a functional back seat. I thought my S4 would give me the same grins plus more functionality, but I never really connected with my S4 and it didn't make me look back at it after I parked it. The Stinger GT2 gives me the grins I miss from my Mustang GT while having the back seat, comfort, and trunk space that I need at this stage in my life.

I cannot recommend the GT2 highly enough to someone in a similar spot in life. It's a steal at the prices dealers are letting them go for.