#The Off-Road Truck Simulator

[femboycharles]

does anyone else have (constant) ridiculously lucid dreams or am I just weird

[bestgamearea]

【Heavy Duty Challenge The Off-Road Truck Simulator】CARGO MODE（カーゴモード）をプレイする

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[edsonjnovaes]

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[drivingonly]

The Dark Side of SnowRunner: Dealing with Bugs an Glitches

[rebelfell]

rub one out┃(for your viewing pleasure-verse)

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

a cheeky (pun intended) bit of filth based on part of my blurb series. I was trying to keep the snippets short, but this just kinda poured out of me over the past couple days.

cw: sex work, simulated adultery, oral (fem receiving)

18+, MDNI┃2.8k

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You couldn’t escape the nagging thought as you stepped outside, tightening the belt on your fluffy white bathrobe, tugging at the terrycloth tail and twisting it in your fingers. Your eyes flitted to each member of your crew, all of them in position waiting to get this show on the road.

Why were you so nervous? You’d certainly done this enough times before not to get stage fright. So why did your stomach feel more tangled than the box of electrical cords in Lenny’s truck?

Part of you almost wished it would rain, or the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you didn’t have to go through with this. But the concrete remained solid under your feet, and the sky overhead showed no signs of altering its radiant blue color. Perfect.

It’s gonna be fine, you thought in an attempt to soothe yourself. It’s all gonna be fine.

And you almost believed it would be.

Sammy, who was barely a step up from an intern, had swiftly been promoted once the plan for you to replace your no-show leading lady was set in motion. You weren’t worried about her, though—she was smart and a quick study; she knew all the shots you needed, and she had a good eye.

If you couldn’t be behind the camera yourself, she was pretty much the only one you trusted.

Well…maybe not the only one.

Eddie’s eyes met yours as soon as you stepped out of the trailer. The sunlight hit his deep brown irises, making them glow the color of rich honey. But behind the liquid gold, you could see his own nerves and it made your stomach flip, wondering what he could possibly be nervous about.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he came up next to you. “You good?”

For a moment, you considered lying. Flashing him a thumbs up or shooting him finger guns like one of those tools you used to do this with. But you knew better by now when it came to Eddie.

“Nope,” you chuckled. “I’m kinda shitting myself.”

“Well, that’s just what the guy about to fuck you wants to hear,” he chuckled back.

A real smile breaks through your tense, fake one and a genuine laugh bubbles up out of your chest. Eddie’s eyes shine when he hears it and the sight makes your chest feel all warm inside.

“No, you’re right,” you said. “I’m okay, I just…don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

His plush pink lips pressed into a straight line, his tongue poking out as he licked them. He reached out a reassuring hand and placed it on your shoulder, rubbing it through your robe.

“You’re gonna be great,” he assured, sounding a lot more certain than you felt.

Easy for him to say. He’s a fucking natural.

Even on your best day doing this, you never felt like you were great at it—competent, sure. Maybe even above average. But not great. Not at all the way you felt since getting behind the camera.

You nodded tightly, your hesitation still written all over your face. His eyes scanned over you and he swallowed thickly, his throat bobbing. He then leaned in and placed his lips beside your ear.

“You look…really beautiful,” he said.

His warm breath rushed across your neck, the heat coming off his skin making your ears buzz. An explosion of fluttering began in your stomach, like there were butterfly cocoons in your cereal that morning and now they were all hatching.

“We should get moving,” you said, pulling back. “Burning daylight.”

Eddie straightened. He nodded and you nodded back, sliding past him to do final checks before you started rolling. Telling yourself he must have pumped or popped a Viagra to explain away that bulge in his pants that definitely wasn’t there before he came over to talk to you.

The nerves didn’t disappear once you started working, but your body and brain did snap into a kind of performance mode you remembered well.

You started with some still photography for the VHS box art—shots of you in progressing states of undress, your robe dropping off your shoulder, Eddie pulling it open to reveal your body, his hand running up your thigh in a slow caress.

He let it trail all the way up your stomach and chest until he curled his finger under your chin and tipped your face toward his, letting his lips hover just inches away from yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart raced, thinking he might close the gap and actually kiss you—

But after the shutter snapped, he simply let his hand drop and backed away. 

The loss of his body heat sent a chill down your spine and you shivered despite the blazing sun overhead. Eddie’s eyes caught yours, the nearly imperceptible lift of his brow asking, ‘you okay?’ You nodded and another shiver skittered across your skin as you pulled your robe back up.

For the next shot, you climbed up on the massage table and he got into position behind you. His body pressed yours down, your back arching under him as he dipped his head low to take the lobe of your ear between his teeth, palming your exposed breast with his large, strong hand. 

You let your mouth hang open, not even needing to fake the look of desperation on your face. And let yourself believe Eddie’s excitement you could feel digging into the fat of your ass was real too. The little grunts and whines he let out when you wriggled against him certainly didn’t sound fake.

After the photos, there was nothing left to do but move on to the main event. 

You and Eddie reset—him standing in frame, you just outside of it. Sammy panned the camera around, establishing the setting, zooming in on the fountain feature in the pool and then coming around to film Eddie as he snapped a fresh towel and laid it out on the massage table.

From your spot off-camera, it’s impossible not to be mesmerized by the sight. Biceps rippling, tendons in his arms flexing as he smoothed the towel flat. His tattoos stood out even more than normal with him in white slacks and a white polo meant to give the impression of him being an employee of the resort. And the little twist your hair and make-up girl Jael did is something new that only further accentuates the thick column of his neck and his angular jaw.

He’d left off his rings and bracelets, as was typical when he was filming, and you couldn’t help but think about that day in the editing suite. When he’d touched your knee, and you felt the silver ridges press into your flesh. It had jarred you somewhat, how right it felt to have his hand there and how you’d nearly leaned in to meet his lips when you saw his face getting closer.

You hadn’t kissed him that day—promptly removing yourself from temptation in an attempt to salvage some shred of your professionalism. And you (mostly) felt good about that decision. It would have been reckless and destructive and your entire working relationship might have been compromised. You’d made the right call that day, you were sure of it. Mostly…

But today was different. Today, it wasn’t going to derail your career. If anything, your career was mandating you give in to those urges that had plagued you so relentlessly. And that was when it hit you all at once—the realization about as subtle as a train crashing through a wall.

You were going to fuck Eddie.

You’re going to feel firsthand what it’s like to have his face and cock buried between your legs; what it’s like to suck on his fingers and soak them with your spit before he presses them to your clit; what he sounds like when he comes all over your stomach or tits (you can’t quite recall what the script specifies, you just know it’s meant to be outside so he can dotingly clean you up after). 

The barrage of thoughts that storm through your mind are so consuming, you nearly miss your cue to enter the scene. But once you do, you’re rather grateful for the distraction of the set-up dialogue:

“It’ll just be me, today. My husband has a meeting he couldn’t get out of.”

“No, no, it’s not his fault. I got it as a surprise for our anniversary—I should have known better than to book it without checking his schedule.”

“I’m afraid I never know how much to take off for a massage…what do you suggest?”

Eddie answered your last question with a smooth, “Whatever makes you most comfortable,” and a smile so warm it would melt the ice caps.

Giving him a smile of your own, you slowly pulled at the tie of your robe. It fell to the ground in a heap at your feet and Eddie’s dark eyes roved over you hungrily. Now revealed to be completely naked, you feigned some degree of shyness: ducking your head low, looking up at him from underneath your lashes, brushing your hand over your stomach as though to hide it while really drawing his eyes to its plush softness.

“Is this alright?” you asked him with a coy smirk. Eddie grinned, still drinking you in.

“Absolutely,” he breathed. And the raptness in his eyes almost had you believing him.

You took your time getting up on the table, propping yourself up on all fours, letting him (and the camera) take a good, long look at the fullness of your hips before you settled in place. Arms at your side, you took a deep breath as you laid flat on your stomach, relieved there wouldn’t be much dialogue needed for this next part.

Through the little donut headrest at the end of the table, you saw Sammy’s feet as she moved in close—filming tight on Eddie’s hands while he pumped massage oil onto them and warmed it by spreading it between his palms.

Your chest tightened, nerves coiling in your stomach as you anticipated his touch, forcing your body to keep still so you didn’t pull focus.

He smoothed some oil over your skin, starting at the ankles and thoroughly coating your calves. The smell of clary sage filled the air, earthy and warm. And underneath it, a clean and woodsy scent you recognized as Eddie’s soap wafted up to your nose when he leaned in closer.

His fingertips began to knead your muscles, slipping and sliding easily over your skin that was slick with the oil. He made tiny circles with his thumbs, alternating back and forth as they moved in a steady pattern up your calf.

Oh, that’s right…

In all the hubbub, you’d forgotten the whole concept for this shoot was borne on the fact that Eddie went to massage school for real. He’d told you before, after he left his hometown (shit, what was it again? Hawk-something…) that he started collecting different jobs like merit badges.

Just bounced from thing to thing, trying his hand (sometimes both) at whatever life presented. And that included porn. He’d said he only auditioned for that first film he did because someone he’d slept with a handful of times knew a casting director and suggested he’d be good at it.

“He certainly had the dick for it” were her exact words, if you recalled. Strange to think in a way, you might owe that girl your career.

Through the pleasurable haze your mind dipped into having Eddie’s capable hands erasing every ounce of stress you carried in your muscles, you realized he was moving the scene right along while you just lay there humming and moaning with relief at his practiced touch.

He’d lowered his voice to that deep, rumbly register he always used when he was building towards the next phase. His DM voice, as he so affectionately dubbed it. Rough and gravely, yet even and tempered, guiding both you and the audience along on the journey of this fuck.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying…but your husband’s a jackass for missings out on this.”

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as he moved to your thighs. His fingertips dug into your flesh, kneading it like dough, letting his thumbs swerve dangerously close to your center.

“You deserve someone who puts you first…who knows what he has and worships you…”

One of his thumbs swiped briefly over your puffy lips, and you knew he felt how wet you were.

“You know, I’d never let you out of my sight if you were mine…”

His words dripped slowly and intentionally past his lips, his hands creeping higher and higher up your legs. At last, they slid over the globes of your ass and he groaned as he squeezed one in each hand, spreading you apart to see your center, soaked with arousal that had been pooling there, truth be told, from the moment Eddie had told you how beautiful you looked. 

You heard Eddie’s next line in your head before he said it, “If you really want to relax, I can try a very special technique. I don’t do it for just anyone. It’s a little bit…unorthodox…”

And you were more than ready to take him up on his offer once he delivered the line. 

But Eddie went off script.

Instead of hearing words, you felt the wet heat of his tongue glide through your folds as he buried his face between your spread ass cheeks. Your head popped out of the headrest, letting out a breathy moan of surprise and delight.

The shock on your face was evident as Sammy pushed in close to capture your expression, but so was your pure and utter elation. You’d never felt anything so good in your life…

And it seemed you weren’t the only one.

Eddie groaned loudly as he lapped messily at your folds, his spit mixing with your slick that covered the bottom half of his face. And it was only after a few blissful seconds of eager licking that he even realize what he’d done.

“I’m—mmph—sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” He panted out in between sinful swirls of his tongue, his he words muffled by your ass cheeks because he couldn’t stand to pull away even a little, even long enough to speak. “I had to taste you…”

”It’s okay,” you answered, voice already wrecked beyond belief. “It’s okay, just keep going—”

The command is directed at him as much as it is the crew, who only panicked slightly. Eddie never did stuff like this and they just weren’t ready.

They got back on track quickly enough, Sammy signaling the boom mic to get as close as he can without dipping into frame in order to pick up every lurid slurp and suck of Eddie’s mouth.

After no more than a few minutes, the fluffy towel under you was bunched in your fists and your hips squirmed as Eddie continued to eat you out like a mad man. His tight grip on your ass cheeks held fast, spreading you wider still so his tongue could probe deeper. The sounds he pulled out of you didn’t even sound human to your ears, let alone recognizable as your own voice. 

But you didn’t care.

However you sounded, however you looked, it was superfluous to what Eddie was doing and the precipice he brought you to. Your orgasm hit harder than any drug, than any physical blow. It had you shaking uncontrollably, reaching back to grip the hair at the crown of his head as your hips pushed back to meet every thrust of his tongue while you rode out your exceptional high.

You felt its tingling sensation spread to every inconsequential inch of your body, like an ocean of fire that crashed over you in wave after wave of scorching pleasure. Drowning you in it.

When you finally found the strength in your limp limbs to roll over onto your back, Eddie’s eyes were waiting to meet yours. You could see on his face how sorry he was, how worried he was he’d fucked up. And you tried to communicate with him in that mind-melding, wordless sort of way you and he always did that it was fine—that people were going to love it.

Cocking your brow at him, dipping into a more salacious tone to really sell the transformation from demure housewife to lusty adulterer, you threw in a little adlib of your own.

“That’s some technique you’ve got there,” you teased him, propping yourself up on your elbows. “My husband’s certainly never done that before.”

Eddie’s sly smile returned, his lips curling as he reached out to grip your waist. He hauled you closer with one jerk, bringing you to the edge of the table so your hips were flush with his. The bulge in his white pants was harder than ever when it pressed against your cunt, and he grinned wickedly when he felt just how ready you were for more. He yanked up the shirttail of his polo and whipped it off his body, tossing it behind him where it landed half in the pool.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he tutted softly, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Tysm for reading! 🛸 comments and reblogs keep your skin clear and your crops watered 🫶🏻

[exactlymaximumgarden]

schlatt with a celebrity s/o. maybe you're famous from acting, from music, streaming, modeling, literally whatever. either way, you're famous in your own right.

so imagine schlatt is doing a simple gaming stream, specifically another drunk truck simulator. he has media share turned on to entertain himself while on the road, and his viewers are submitting the usual stuff they know will make him laugh. however, one submission throws him for a loop.

it's a thirst edit of you.

schlatt has to stop a second and watch, ogling at the screen as the edit plays. "god damn," he softly mutters under his breath. meanwhile, his truck slowly starts drifting to the wrong side of the road, half of chat laughing at his reaction and the other half screaming at him to pay attention to the drive.

"who sent that in? who sent that? that is- ope." schlatt quickly veers back into the correct lane. "that is not funny. do not send me edits of my girlfriend while i am on the road, okay?" he can't help himself as he starts dissolving into laughter. however, his cheeks have very visibly heated up. "i am not a distracted driver, chat! i will not become one of those... those drunk crashers they warn you about."

this, of course, only enables chat further. more and more edits of you are flooded into the media share queue, and every single time, schlatt can't take his eyes off you. he tries to play it off by laughing, yelling "STOP!" at chat, but he secretly loves it. any opportunity to admire you is a welcome one. however, finally, he pauses his game and playfully scolds the viewers.

"guys, guys. look, i love looking at (y/n) as much as you do. i do. but i really need you guys to curtail it for tonight, alright? i'm gonna flip the fuckin' truck again if i keep takin' my eyes off the game."

he squints at chat as the responses come flooding in.

"someone said, 'you know you like it, sclit.' i know i do! you got me, man, i do! my girl might kill me if i set a bad example on the road, though. y'know how it is."

[wasabidottie]

Kenergy (Jschlatt)

A/n: I have been listening to the ai cover of im just ken for a minute and i wanted to write this >soooo< here it is :) Link to the video -> <3 (also my first time writing in 2nd person, so its kinda weird)

Schlatt sat hunched over his desk, fully immersed in the world of Truck Driver Simulator, his audience watching eagerly as he navigated virtual roads and delivered cargo. His gruff commentary and sharp wit kept his viewers entertained, while his fingers deftly controlled the game.

In the midst of Schlatt's stream, the door to his office creaked open, revealing you, his ever-cheerful girlfriend. A glint of mischief danced in your eyes as you tiptoed into the room, carrying a secret plan of action. You hold up a finger to your mouth, signaling chat to stay quiet.

As Schlatt continued to grumble about virtual traffic and in-game mechanics, you connected your phone to his speaker. The all too familiar sound of “I'm just Ken” filled the air, and you couldn't help but stifle a giggle as you saw Schlatt's reaction. Schlatt's brow furrowed slightly as he hears that the voice singing the song was not Ryan Gosling, but him? Your current obsession was any sort of Schlatt AI covers and this one was your favorite. You were just waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.

He blinked, his fingers momentarily faltering on the keyboard. He exchanged a quick glance with you, confusion etched on his features. But you were already in character, embodying the spirit of the song with playful exaggeration.

As the lyrics started, you couldn't resist the urge to ham it up. Your hands gesturing with flair as you began to act out the lyrics behind his chair with an exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Doesn't seem to matter what I do I'm always number two. No one knows how hard I tried, oh-oh, I-"

Chat immediately caught on, and the messages flooded in:

"COMMON GF W!" "SHE'S SERENADING SCHLATT!" "OMG, I CAN'T BREATHE!"

With a grin, you continued your theatrical performance, your voice rising dramatically as you sang with faux sadness.

"'Cause I'm just Ken. Anywhere else, I'd be a ten Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blond fragility?"

Schlatt’s eyes darted between you and the game, his determination to stay in character wavering just a bit. But you weren't finished. You sang the next line with a twinkle in your eye, directing it specifically at him, teasing him.

"Where I see love, she sees a friend"

Your playful tone didn't escape him, and the chat exploded with excitement

Schlatt’s facade cracked slightly.

“I wanna know what it’s like to love To be the real thing Is it a crime? Am I not hot when I'm in my feelings?”

With an extra flair, you approached Schlatt and, as part of your performance, accidentally hit his arm. He blinked and turned toward you, his eyes narrowing slightly, but you just grinned and carried on with the song.

At some point you rest a hand in his hair. With the tension of the game momentarily forgotten, Schlatt couldn't help but smile. He swatted your hand away, feigning annoyance, but his eyes twinkled with fondness

Schlatt's gaze remained fixed on you, a mixture of bemusement and adoration in his eyes. He couldn't help but feel his grumpy demeanor crack under the weight of your antics and the shared sentiment of the song.

As the song came to an end, the room was filled with silence, save for the soft fading of the music. Schlatt’s stare lingered on you, his emotions caught between fondness and frustration. But before he could react, his truck in the game veered off the road and crashed with a resounding thud.

"FUCK!" Schlatt shouted, his grumpy façade shattering completely as he stared at the digital wreckage.

The chat erupted in laughter, fans typing out a chorus of "F" for Schlatt's virtual trucking misadventure.

Schlatt shot a glare at the chat, his frustration palpable. Then you laughed, walking over to his desk and ruffling his hair affectionately. "I’m sorry, Ken." you say grinning.

He rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze that couldn't be denied. "Yeah, yeah, Toots, just don't sing me off the road again.”

[sunlightmurdock]

For apocalypse dbf!jake, do you have any ideas for Jake trying to train you and it gets a little heated?

Before the apocalypse, Jake was always so cool with you — even when your dad was flying off the handle about something, you could always trust Jake to be calmer and more level-headed about it. It’s one of the things that you loved about him back then.

He’s like that now, but with the smaller stuff.

The deeper into this shit the two of you get, the more that Jake struggles with the realisation that he can’t stick by your side twenty-four seven. He’s no used to you exhausted, but he hates the thought of being asleep and not watching over you.

You’re the one begging him to train you. He’s more than happy to give you knife and hand to hand training. He found you a pretty light machete that can do some serious damage. But he’s a pro with all kinds of guns, and you just want a fraction of the skill he has. For safety.

By the time the world fell, Jake had been a pretty decorated Vice-Admiral with a very impressive resumé. He’s used to barking orders and laying down the law. But not with you, he doesn’t know how to be tough with you. Well, he thinks he doesn’t.

One day, there’s a call that’s just too close. He almost loses you and after that, something changes like a switch flips in him. Dawn the next morning, he’s hauling you out to a clearing in the woods. He’s not an asshole, he starts you off easy with a stationary target. A dead tree, with a red circle marked on it about chest height.

He stands behind you, brings your arms up and adjusts your fingers around the pistol. His chest pressed to your back and his arms caging you in, his voice is low as it grazes your earlobe. “Focus, alright? — Breathe in, hold it.”

He waits to hear your breathing pause.

“Alright, when you let it go, your going to squeeze the trigger, firm. Commit to it.”

You exhale and squeeze, the shot rings out. Jake grits his teeth.

“Did you just close your fucking eyes?”

He doesn’t give you room for error. Aim comes with time but technique? — He’ll be damned if you don’t nail that in a day. Shoulders squared, feet planted, breathing steady. Eyes. Fucking. Open.

Stationary target practice doesn’t last long. Once you manage three square shots within the circle, he’s moving on. The second task is a moving target — this was easier to simulate in the military. Not that his job was really handguns. Out here, it’s a thick log, tied to a rope and pushed hard.

“Focus!”

“I am!”

“If you were focusing, you would have hit it by now!” He barks back, stopping the log, examining it. Not so much as a fucking splinter. You stare at him as he storms over to you and grabs your face. “These things aren’t going to fucking hold still. You get that? — Scared as you are, tired as you are— whatever — They will keep coming until they get you. You get that? — You get this right or you die!”

“I’m trying!” You bite back at him.

“Not good enough!” He snaps back.

By the time you get back to his truck, you’re beyond furious and you haven’t spoken a word to him in twenty minutes. He’s just as pissed off at you. About half a mile into your journey home, Jake speaks for the first time.

“You’re the one who asked me to show you.” He mutters bitterly, staring ahead of him at the empty stretch of road.

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to be an asshole about it.” You answer him.

“I’d rather be an asshole than have to bury you. Now drop the attitude.”

“Attitude my ass. Make me.” You bite back.

[bad268]

Can I get something small and smutty-ish (if you do it, if not just suggestive or fluffy) for Grizzy, Pezzy, Droid, and Puffer falling for the reader and realizing it/confessing after too many drinks? Reader obviously feels the same. Separate or all together is good :)

Definitely not requesting this after reading your Droid fiction lol

If you don't wanna do all of them, just do Puffer pls and thanks

Drunk in Love (Frog Boys X Reader (Separate))

[Blank] in Love Pt 1

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Short but I did write all four :))

Warnings: Alcohol

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 732 (about 180 words each)

Summary: Everyone gets drunk and everyone confesses.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Puffer

The one night I let my friends convince me to go to the bar is the same night they all get plastered. I didn’t. I am the parent friend of the group, so I was the designated driver for the night. I had one drink as soon as we got here, but that was my limit.

I was sitting at a hightop, nursing a water as I watched the guys dancing. When Droid noticed I was watching them, he jokingly grinded on Puffer.

“Aye woah!” Puffer shouted. Even I could hear it clearly from my spot, causing me to choke on my water. He must have said something to Droid because he immediately walked, or stumbled, over to the table I was at. “I am drunk.”

“Oh really?” I asked sarcastically as he leaned onto my shoulder, so I wrapped my arms around him. “I couldn’t tell.”

“Can I be real, real quick?” He asked, hiding his face in my neck. I nodded, wanting to know what nonsense came from him. “I’m in love with you.”

“Yup, you are definitely drunk.”

~~

Pezzy

“We’ve got Y/Username here and we’re gonna drink and do unban appeals,” Pezzy said after he started up the stream.

“We’re already two to three drinks deep, so this should be interesting,” I laughed.

“Alright, the first one just kept repeating, ‘your s/o’s hot. Can I get their number?’ This was August 9th, the day we did that IRL Mario Kart stream. Your computer was down,” Pezzy laughed but it did not sound like his normal laugh. Almost like he was forcing it. “ But uh, no you can’t get their number.”

“Also, I’m just his roommate,” I smiled at the camera, seeing Pezzy still

“Not yet,” Pezzy muttered after he downed the last of his beer.

“Take me on a bike ride when we’re sober, and we’ll see,” I said with an eye roll, thinking the confession was a joke.

“Tomorrow morning work for you?”

“Yeah,” I responded in shock at how quickly he answered. Then, I leaned closer to my microphone,  whispering about Pezzy as if he wasn’t right next to me, “Guys, I’m gonna be a backpack.”

~~

Droid

“On the road again,” Puffer sang as we played the truck simulator. “Just cruisin’ with my three gay lovers on the road again!”

“What the fuck?” Droid shouted in response as everyone else made similar oppositions. “I would not bottom for you, Puffer.”

“You say that like you’d be willing to bottom someone in this call, Droid,” I laughed as I took a drink of my beer, accidentally flipping my truck in the process.

“I’d bottom for you any day,” He replied as seriously as a drunk man could. “Name a time and a place. I’ll be there.”

“This just got super sexual super quick,” Pezzy laughed.

“Tomorrow night, my place,” I challenged.

“You’re on,” Droid accepted.

“I do not need to be listening to this,” Grizzy groaned. “And the fans. Did you forget y’all are streaming?!”

“Y’all joke about sucking dick live,” I pointed out. “Why can't I joke about topping Droid?”

“Oh, you were joking? I was dead serious,” Droid responded, pulling up my stream and seeing my blushing face.

“If you remember in the morning, text me.”

~~

Grizzy

It was Grizzy’s 21st birthday, and we had just gotten back to his house after dinner. The guys decided that they wanted to stream Mario Party, and since it was only a four-person game, I decided to sit off-camera and drink with Grizzy.

“If you win I’ll give you something, birthday boy,” I laughed, downing my fourth drink of the night. 

“Anything? Really?” Grizzy asked quickly, also finishing his drink. I nodded as I reached behind to get us each a new drink. He took a second to think about what he wanted before lighting up, “What about a kiss?”

“If you're serious, I’ll give you a kiss if you win,” I laughed at his answer as I also heard the boys in the call laughing at Grizzy’s rizz. 

“Everyone throw, so I can win and I’ll give you 10 gifted!” He shouted into the microphone as Puffer started the lobby.

In all honestly, I didn’t think he would win, nor did I think he would remember this in the morning. It made me fill with butterflies at his confession. I just wish he was sober.

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Gas is more expensive than ever, and consuming a lot of it just means that you’re forking over your hard-earned paycheque to a coterie of evil greedheads. Instead, follow these simple tips to drive more efficiently, and you’ll put everyone around you at risk in order to shave cents off of your weekly commute bill. Or: you could quit your job and not have to commute at all. Just saying.

Braking. The biggest way that people use too much fuel is to unnecessarily accelerate hard, and then lose all of the energy in the gasoline they just burned by braking too much. Here’s how you solve this: move to the top of a very steep hill, and never use the brakes. Gravity is free, and it isn’t even covered by your taxes. What about getting back up the hill? Easy: hook a rope around the largest asshole pickup truck you see on the way and let him tractor-pull you up the hill. He probably won’t even notice the extra drag, especially if you stay off the brakes.

Steering. Sometimes, you have to take a corner. Our municipal experts have been working hard at making cities as boring as humanly possible so that you won’t enjoy it, but don’t listen to them. Several hours of immersion into modern racing simulators like Gran Turismo and Grand Theft Auto 3 will teach you how to take corners aggressively, and thereby preserve more of that precious, precious momentum. Plus, it will make you angrier at everyone else on the road, which brings us to:

Running for Office. Once you’re in charge, things are gonna change around here. Now it’s the taxpayer’s job to pay for your gasoline, and your chauffeur can worry about dense traffic, keeping an eye out for protesters, avoiding the paparazzi, and foiling the plans of domestic terrorists who bay for your blood. Sound familiar? It should: our primitive ancestors called this “car-pooling.”

[theaudientvoid]

Michael: [trying to figure out how to reverse in Euro Truck Simulator] Joe: [trucker voice] Did someone call for a truck instructor? Michael: No. I haven't left yet. This guy in the parking lot has been yelling me instructions through the window. He seems to know what's going on. He said to floor it while I let off the clutch, which I don't really... Oh, that's working. Okay, we're good. Joe: [sits next to Michael and begins micing himself] Michael: So, you're just going to get in anyway. Alright. So, what's your story, fella? [nearly crashes the truck into a building] Oh, come on. Who put this building up around me after I parked. That's crazy. Joe: [trucker voice] I heard you need some lessons on how to push in the clutch. Michael: Oh, you're going to do a voice. I decided... Not for three hours. Not doing that. Now say I want to get out of first gear, which is apparently one mile an hour. Joe: [trucker voice] Put your foot on... Push in the clutch. And then put your gear into neutral... No. No. Don't shift. Just leave it in the middle. Michael: In the middle of the road? Joe: [trucker voice] No. You gotta hit your breaks. Michael: I'm holding... Oh... Joe: [trucker voice] You have three pedals. Michael: I gotta hit the break every time I change? Even if I'm driving down the middle of the road? Joe: [trucker voice] No. No. No. Only when you're coming to a stop. Michael: Well I wasn't trying to come to a stop. You made me. Joe: [regular voice] I thought there was a... Stop sign. Michael: I don't care. I was blowing right past it. I'm a fucking trucker. I don't give a shit.

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[feedergoldfish]

Yay!

Let's Game It Out is going to show us How to Be the Worst Neighbor In Existence in the open-world off road driving and mechanic simulator, Junkyard Truck.

[failtonki]

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Five Nights at Freddy’s: Glamstar Tales (Story 1): A New Home

Hello, Ry here, and welcome to my FNAF AU, so this is an AU that’s a cross between FNAF 6 and Security Breach, like an alternate telling like What If the Rockstar Animatronics (Minus Lefty) survived that fire, so enjoy

Story opens up right where Pizzeria Simulator ended, but this time, Rockstar Freddy woke up and notices the smoke

Rockstar Freddy: Whoa, whoa! Dudes and Dudette, wake up!

Rockstar Bonnie: Huh?

Rockstar Foxy: Yargh, what’s going on?

Rockstar Chica: Why wake us up Freddy?

Rockstar Freddy: The Pizzeria is on fire!

Rockstar Bonnie: Yo what?!

Rockstar Freddy: We have to evacuate!

Soon, the 4 Rockstars fled the Pizza Place, as the fire rages on

Henry Emily: *on the tape* Don’t keep the devil waiting old friend

The 4 Rockstars hurry to the doors for safety, Helpy also came along as he jumped on Freddy’s Back, as they escape just in time

Rockstar Freddy: That was close

Rockstar Bonnie: Our home.. Gone

Rockstar Freddy: Yargh… The Mediocre Melodies, Music Man, Funtime Chica..

Rockstar Chica: All of them..

Rockstar Freddy: Gone

Rockstar Bonnie: Wait, where’s Helpy?

Helpy: Right here! *he jumps off of Freddy’s back*

Rockstar Bonnie: Phew, what a relief

Rockstar Foxy: Now what do we do Freddy my captain?

Pickles the Parrot: Squawk! What do we do? Squawk!

Rockstar Freddy: Well, we gotta find a new home

Rockstar Chica: R-right!

Rockstar Freddy: Follow me

Soon, the Rockstars and Helpy all began to walk down the road, and away from the Burning Pizzeria as Fire Trucks arrive to put out the fire

Scene transitions to the 4 Rockstars and Helpy arriving at a nearby Gas Station

Rockstar Bonnie: Freddy, we’re a little tired, and besides, it’s gonna rain soon

Rockstar Chica: I agree with Bonnie, we might rust

Rockstar Foxy: You better think of a plan me hearty!

Rockstar Freddy: Alright, we’ll think of something

Helpy: Well there’s our ticket

Rockstar Freddy: Huh?

The 4 Rockstars see a truck, the trailer says Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex

Rockstar Freddy: Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex?

Rockstar Bonnie: Looks big

Rockstar Foxy: Yarg, it gets me vote!

Rockstar Chica: I agree!

Rockstar Freddy: I don’t know guys, it may sound

Truck Driver: Alright, that was a great rest stop, time to get to the Pizzaplex

Rockstar Freddy: We’re going there!

Soon, the 4 Rockstars and Helpy all got in the trailer, as the Truck Driver headed to his truck and drove off to the Pizzaplex

Rockstar Freddy: Once we get in this Pizzaplex, we need to be sure there’s no one else around

Rockstar Bonnie: Right

Soon, the truck arrived at the Pizzaplex and backed up to the loading dock, as the door to the trailer opened

Rockstar Freddy: Alright, go go!

The Rockstars and Helpy all got out of the trailer, right before the Staff Bots began to unload the trailer

Rockstar Bonnie: Yo, that was close

Rockstar Foxy: Yarg, I agree with Bonnie

Rockstar Chica: Me too!

Rockstar Freddy: Look, as long as we are here, we must stick together at once

Suddenly, Rockstar Freddy bumps into Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Freddy: Hmm? Who’s there?

Rockstar Freddy: Oh sorry about that- *gasp*

Glamrock Freddy: What the?!

Roxanne: Freddy, what’s going on? *shocked*

Glamrock Chica: Do we have a customer- *shocked*

Monty: Yeah, is it show time- *shocked*

The Rockstars and Glamrocks all look at each other face to face

Rockstar Freddy and Glamrock Freddy: Oh my-

Scene cuts to black

To be continued