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aphroditesbaby1616 · 9 days

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Patchouli - (C.B. oneshot)

♡ Summary: carm is a munch. What else do you need to know?

♡ W/C: 1300

♡ Posted Date: 4/20/24 (blaze it)

♡ A/N: pure porn lol (prequel to Peonies)

♡ Warnings for BTC: smut. Pussy eating ass smut. this is fully unedited because I’m a lazy sack of shit we die like men.

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

Carmy was nothing short of addicted to the taste of your pussy.

Like - he nearly found it embarrassing for Christ’s sake. He would get hard thinking about it, Jesus, his fucking mouth watered.

He’d tried the best food in the whole world- the most talented chefs would nearly beg for him to taste their art - but nothing was more decadent than your homemade liquor on his tongue.

He worked extra late on Friday evenings, since it was the busiest night at the restaurant. Date nights, birthday celebrations, any celebration- really that was big enough to warrant going to one of the only Michelin star restaurants in Chicago usually happened Fridays.

Carmen would stumble in - long after you’d fallen asleep, albeit cursing himself for not being home earlier before you’d fallen asleep to your true crime shows, so you’d kneel at his feet as you usually did, and untie his sneakers for him, before gently coaxing him out of the shoes like the earth-ridden angel you were since his back was fucking aching after his near 16 hour day.

He would silently slink into the bathroom, take a quick shower - just enough to scrub off the dirt, sweat, and kitchen smell from the day. Before he’d carefully pad to bed and do whatever he could to assure you felt oh so good to start off your solo-weekend together.

Carmy would come into the bedroom, damp, dripping curls from his shower, and ever so gently crawl between your sleeping supple, thick thighs. He felt welcome. As if you were asking him- no. Begging him- to devour your sweet silky luscious heat as soon as he’d got through the door.

This was coming home, at least to him- his true home was between your thighs, sucking and lapping at your folds until the both of you were sore. When you’d whine about it in the morning, he’d kindly make up for it and place the gentlest, most filthy kisses to your mound and nether lips, whispering sweet sorrys to your cunt and ‘promising to be gentler with her next time’ - he never was.

He hummed gently, dragging his heavy, knife calloused fingers over your clit. Your hips inadvertently jerked into his hand, it was only natural.

There would be times he would just simply lay there after an orgasm of yours, in a filthy, horny trance, thrusting his expert fingers oh so carefully into your seeping (embarrassingly wet) and over sensitive hole - slow and light due to the muscle being so so overused, almost achingly so - before taking them out and spreading the digits to see how sticky and messy you were.

“mmm someone was playin’ with herself before I got home?” He said, just barely a whisper.

He pressed his lips to yours, before gently taking the right one into his mouth and sucking the overly sensitive flesh between his lips. His tattooed hands gently rub over your thighs, squeezing the skin, hard enough to leave bruises, and his eyes fluttering shut, every stress of the day melting away. It was as if the man had an oral fucking fixation with your clit, with your folds. The way he’d suck and flick and kiss them - it was like he was playing a goddamn game.

He eagerly spread your lips with his ring and middle finger admiring how wet you were. “Absolutely - how dirty mmm? My filthy little girl” he he whispered, tonguing the wetness over your weeping hole and holding back a moan at your sweet, musky flavor.

Carmy relished in the way your core clenched around nothing, and the sweetest most gentle whimper fell from your lips. “Shhhh” he cooed, placing a kiss to your clit that made your thigh twitch

“I’m takin care’f ya’ - don’worry” he said softly, licking a hot wet stripe from the curve of your ass to the very top of your slit, flicking his tongue over your clit in the way that made you shiver.

Even in your sleep, you widened your legs for him to give better access to the delicious sensation that was lapping up the moisture that was starting to drip and tickle. It wasn’t long until you were roused, a small sleepy smirk coming to your lips.

“Mmmm thanks Bear” you muttered, lazily finding his curls and gently pushing them off his forehead. He reached his hand up to your stomach, palm up to you, lightly wiggling his fingers on your flesh. Allthough you refused to open your eyes, you felt the action and knew what he wanted.

You found his hand easily, lacing your fingers together and pulling his hand to your lips, kissing each knuckle as he kissed and sucked your folds. As he nudged your clit with his nose you gasped lightly, looking down at him in the dim light.

“Yes- like that baby- feels good, work ok lovey?” You gently tug his curls and he looked up at you, lustblown eyes and a wet nose he looked like a puppy this way.

“Mm. Ok. Marcus f’got a huge cake order. Kinda’a mess” he muttered before sticking out his tongue, slack jawed and adorable, slobbering over your pussy like a man starved.

You nearly giggled at the action but couldn’t as a moan passed your lips you couldn’t hold in if you tried. “Such a good puppy” you moaned quietly “so good t’me Carmy, I fuckin love you” you gasped, thighs nearly smushing his cheeks as he nipped at the sensitive flesh

“That’s new” he hummed, kissing your clit as he reached down with his other hand and slipped 2 fingers easily in your dripping entrance. Your back arched off the bed, electricity shooting through your thighs and abdomen, core clenching around his fingers, nearly sucking him in.

“Cus’y so good bear. Such a good boy” you praised, gasping as he starts flicking his tongue over your clit “shhh-ahh! Mmm! Thas’it. Thaaaatsit” you slurred, the coil in your stomach heating up and threatening to snap- and soon.

He moans into your clit, the vibration causing your hips to jerk and he leans his strong forearm around your luscious hips. “Still” he mumbled the order, thrusting his tongue into your hole.

“Jesus fuck! Don’t fuckin st- ohhhh” you let out nothing short out of a pornographic film like wanton desperate filthy moan

“Cmon, cum f’me pretty girl” he urged gently, replacing his tongue with his fingers and nuzzling your clit with his nose like a man starved as he sucked and nibbled your folds.

You whined, squeezing the hand you were still holding tightly. “N-now-nnnmmmmhhh” your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, the aftershock being the strongest part. His lightest touch was causing you to jerk and twitch under him at the overstimulation.

“Shhhh angel. Relax. Relax” he coaxed, rubbing over your stomach with a light touch. “Such a sweet girl. My sweet girl” he caressed your thighs with a sweet touch for a few minutes, pressing gentle kisses to your skin before getting up.

You’d inevitably whine and beg him to come back, your core feeling cold and neglected without his presence. “Time f’sleep gorgeous.” He’d gently pet your hair, pulling you into his chest.

“I want French toast for breakfast.” You muttered softly, nuzzling into his chest, smiling to yourself at his tickly chest fuzz.

“Ye?’ We got bacon too, went shoppin’ fore I came home” he muttered into the skin of your neck tiredly.

Now that he’d fulfilled his daylong craving- he was exhausted and ready to sleep as soon as he could.

“The best boyfriend. Can I wake you up t’morrow with my mouth?” You asked, gently rubbing your hand over his half hard bulge.

“Please. Y’never gotta ask princess”

Fin

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siilvan · 6 months

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IT'S GIVING JEALOUS-IN DENIAL-GRUMPY-SIMP!MAKAROV I- im crying

oh god i've never seen that first pic, the way he's leaned back and sorta manspreading… good lord i need him in ways disastrous to feminism. till he forgets his tragic past. gonna make him forget he wants to take over the world, save humanity frfr

*ahem* this, uh… i'm not responsible for this drabble, loosely bloodsport-based but more or less just simping, enjoy bestie 🤭

(little bit of suggestiveness BTC, y'all have been hungry for him anyway <3)

ангел – angel (pronounced as written, with a hard 'g' lol)

мое небо/moye nebo – my heaven

he is not a man often annoyed by the "small things" but this, this sight has his blood boiling beneath his skin.

you're standing across the room, about fifteen paces away, chatting with one of his captains. a loyal soldier and a fine field commander, often successful when fulfilling his orders, and makarov's willing to admit: not an unattractive man by most standards. the captain is allowed to walk behind him for a reason, he's pleased with his work.

but, he is just a captain. he holds only a sliver of the power that makarov holds. of the people in the room, he is a mere ant, something that he could crush under his boot in a fit of rage and the only quarrel would be disposing of the body. why are you so interested in him? are you not drawn in to the strength, the pride, the influence that makarov has?

he shifts in his seat, leaning forward and letting his eyes narrow at the sight. your back is to him, but the captain— oh, the captain knows very well what the look makarov sends his way means.

you've encroached on my territory.

makarov doesn't hear the next words quickly stuttered out by the man, but it's shortly after that he nods in farewell and darts out of the room. like a child being scolded; the smile that pulls at the edge of his lips gives away his feeling of cruel satisfaction. no matter how esteemed any of his men may be, he stands alone at the top.

you blink at the door after the captain darts out before visibly shrugging and shaking your head. you turn around, eyes immediately finding his, and some unfamiliar sensation tugs at makarov's heart when he catches the glimmer of familiarity in your gaze.

he shifts again, leaning back into a more relaxed position. with your attention on him once more, he can allow his shoulders to drop, his rigid posture to soften. just keep your eyes on him.

"let me guess – that excuse of 'i need to clean my knives' was actually meant to mean, 'my commander is glaring daggers at me?'" you ask, crossing the space in a leisurely stroll, far more collected than when you first arrived several weeks ago.

he chuckles, lifting a hand to signal to his soldier standing nearby. "warden, give us some space."

the masked woman's gaze flits between you two, before she responds with a single nod and a clipped "yes, commander." she marches out of the room and the door clicks shut behind her, leaving you standing alone in front of him.

"if he has time to chat, he has time to work." makarov says, his hips briefly lifting as he adjusts his position, head lolling back just slightly to look up at you.

"that's a shitty way to boost morale," you comment, mouth briefly twitching up into a bemused smile nonetheless. "why did you really send him away?"

he dismisses your question, shaking his head. "i suppose i shouldn't be surprised that a woman of your position is observant, should i?"

you smile, again, wider and longer this time. "no, you shouldn't." you mutter.

for a moment, you two are left in that position, locked in a stalemate of neither person wanting to make the next move. observing the other, attempting to read their thoughts through nothing but minimal body language. you shift your weight from one leg to the other, hands clasping in front of yourself as you tilt your head to the side slightly, barely noticeable.

your next move.

makarov says nothing more as he pats his knee, silently giving a command. it's not a question, not a request— there is no uncertainty in the action.

he catches the flash of hesitation that crosses your face, and in reply, he offers his hand. the red light cascading over the room could almost be mistaken for an omen, a sign of what is to come in the distant future as soon as you place your hand in his.

he pulls you forward, gently, urging you to close the distance yourself. take the final leap.

carefully, you step forward and place your legs on either side of his, knees pressing into the plush cushions of the sofa as you let your weight rest on his thighs. your free hand, originally awkwardly sitting at your side, comes to rest on his bicep before lightly skating up to clutch his shoulder, the crisp fabric of his suit soft under your touch.

he draws you closer still, arm moving to circle around your middle, bringing you forward until your chests are flush, your rapidly-beating heart a contrast to his own, thumping steadily as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing an uncharacteristically chaste kiss against your skin.

"he is not worth your time, ангел." he murmurs, lowering your hand.

"and, you are?" you ask, brows lifting curiously with the question.

"by birth right, i am," he replies quickly, voice low but confident. he isn't hiding the confession, he's reserving it for your ears alone. "no matter how many men may catch your eye for a fleeting moment, no matter how many think they stand in front of me in the queue for your hand, i will always be at the front, even if i must eliminate the competition to do so. i was born superior, i alone am worthy of your grace, мое небо."

a small part of you wants to argue, to tell him no, he has to earn that privilege, but a far larger part of you keens at his words, at his hands on you, gloved fingertips dancing along your spine and digging into the plush of your hip.

"you seem awfully confident for a man silently begging to be touched." you mutter, a sharp exhale escaping you when his hand leaves your hip to slowly slide up your side, thumb trailing along your front and stopping just below the curve of your breast.

he chuckles, dropping to a gravelly whisper as his lips hover mere inches from yours, dark eyes boring into yours and rendering you immobile.

"kiss me, then." he says, unabashed. "please, ангел." he adds after a beat, tongue darting out to wet his lips. the darkness in his gaze gives way to hunger, like a beast eyeing prey, waiting for it to run so he can give chase.

you draw in a breath, metaphorically and physically swallowing down the hesitation that bubbles up again. he has you right where he wants you, caught in his trap, but as his hands push you down, his hips raising again to press right into your clothed core, you find that you suddenly don't care.

you practically fall into his embrace, cupping his jaw and pressing your lips to his, matching the predator in hunger; like a rabbit leaping on a wolf instead. his firm grip becomes almost painful as he tugs you impossibly closer, his hand coming up to the nape of your neck, holding you in place against him.

you should have expected him to take over, to reclaim his spot in control. the most makarov will ever do is share, which alone is an honor, but he will never completely give his control away.

you're falling deeper, watching the light fade as you burrow farther into the earth, further into the pitch blackness that is him. it's hard to care, nigh impossible to think about anything else when you're so far down the rabbit hole.

worry about his touch, his lips, the satisfied rumble in his chest when he practically purrs your name against your lips. everything else can wait.

#went a little crazy sorry #btw the only reason why i didn’t finish bloodsport last night #is because i was outlining a historical au for the series…#so even once bloodsport is finished.. there’s at least two spinoff/au fics planned currently #i make no promises but that’s where i’m at LMAO #sylph.replies #sylph.writes

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venusandsaturnsrings · 1 year

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Cute chubby warm little reader with her disgusting incel bf Ajax :(( Ajax is always admiring her perfect chubby thighs, cute tummy and big breasts:((( he just can't help himself she's just SO cute always greeting him with a smile and excitement and even doing little jumps when extra happy<3 or maybe even incel bf with her she's just so sweet and innocent yk! So polite, sweet and well trained :(( she'd make such a cute little house wife for him not having to worry about anying from money to what's happening around her :(((

(I COULDNT FIND RULES OR IF YOU WERE OPEN SORRY)

hehehe anon u know EXACTLY what i crave what i desire <33 yucky icky incel childe and his cute soft lil gf he foams at the mouth over <3 bee tee dubs, i don’t rlly have rules n such!! ppl can send me whatever whenever n i’ll probably respond at some point maybe!! i have month old things in ma inbox n drafts whoopsies!! but i was quick with urs bc incel childe <3 ^u^ blurb btc!!

Ajax is… slimy. gross. greasy. he’s what most would turn their noses up at but you didn’t. it almost felt as though you pitied him with the way your already doe eyes softened towards him. he knew you let him into your heart and that should’ve been enough but… he had to stay there. had to carve out an Ajax shaped hole to rest for eternity. you were his most beloved and to let you go was a crime, one only punishable by death.

your hands are soft, he notes. softer than his boobie mousepad, softer than his body pillows, softer than… other things. Ajax wants to hold them forever. he adores when you cling to him, wrap yourself around his hand or arm, and stay there like it’s your home. he thinks it’s just adorable the way you giggle and smile up at him, swaying around and chattering away about something that he isn’t listening to because god you look so kissable right now. he wants to kiss you until you’ve both passed out from lack of air and love shared. your lips belong against him in all sorts of ways but right now they should be on his own though, he can’t bring himself to end whatever rant your on for it would stop the sweet melody of your voice. Ajax comforts himself saying he’ll have plenty other chances to kiss you.

he spoils you to bits. his sweet girl is fawning over a little trinket or a new dress? consider it yours! any money spent is worth it to see the happy claps and bounces you respond with and that adorable smile on your face. he’d run his bank account dry, which is nearly impossible, if it equated to seeing your joy.

and oh, your body. he’d love you in any form but your squish tummy and tits? good luck prying his hands from you, you’ll need the jaws of life to get out. Ajax adores being able to nap on your just as squishy thighs while kneading your stomach and breasts like a cat. you’re his own personal stress ball!

Ajax adores his sweet little wifey. he’d go to the end of the universe and back should you request it. <3

#cw: incel #i miss him #i need to write more abt him bc he rlly is my most beloved #so stinky yet i adore him :((#thank u anon for feedin me n indulgin in my incel boy brainrot #incel childe #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #tartagalia x reader

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maris-medley · 7 months

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Messing With Remnant: BTC AU Bit - Part 1/3

Page Count: 5

Word Count: 788

Author’s Note: Hi hello hi hello HIIIII

I’m finally writing something for this AU. Finally. Fucking finally. Oh I’m so ill.

Idk if the events described in these little oneshots will actually happen but for now their purpose is simply to showcase the dynamics among the characters. For actual canon BTC characters, I’m gonna try to stay as true to canon as possible with what little info I can get. As for River, the relationships between her and the canon characters are.. headcanon?? I think??? Idk.

Also yes I do mention River having games on her phone and I’m just gonna give an explanation for that now cause it’s not much of a spoiler lmao: she does NOT have any kind of internet or signal. The most she can do is use her notes app and listen to already-downloaded music. And play the tons. And tons. And tons. And tons did I mention TONS of no-wifi-required games she’s got on her phone. So yeah she may or may not use that to distract Tom every so often when she and Springtrap embark on their mischievous little evil terrible endeavors.

(I swear I have an explanation for Tom being able to interact with objects she gives him I will talk about that within either the second or third part).

But yeah BTC Springtrap has infected my brain and I will never forgive @skeletoninthemelonland for that. /lh /j

All BTC characters as well as the general story belong to them ofc so please follow them I love BTC and their art and they’re a very cool person :33

Also skeleton TELL SPRINGTRAP TO START PAYING REMNANT TAX FOR INFECTING MY BRAIN. IF IT’S GOING TO ROT AWAY HE SHOULD GIVE ME FINANCIAL COMPENSATION!! /lh /hj

Okay anyways uhhhh hope you guys enjoy this!! :3

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Pure energy.

That’s what it looked like to her, anyway—it was the only way she could think to describe it—even though she already knew from the start that this would go much deeper than that. She’d have been shocked if Springtrap of all people knew exactly what it was, though, let alone be able to articulate it in a way another person could understand.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but she was almost drawn to it, having recalled a vague, childhood memory of fire, how it pulsated and flicked around wildly despite being contained within the constricting wick it was lit upon.

Whatever this energy was: it reminded her of that.

Unlike fire, looking at it sort of hurt her eyes…

“What are you doing?”

She blinked, flinching back to reality. Without realizing it, she’d begun to reach out to it. “Uh…”

That was all she could muster. Springtrap rolled his eyes and lightly smacked her hand away.

“You didn’t hear a word I said,” he sighed irritably. “Did you?”

“You were talking?”

He smacked his right hand against his eyes, grumbling to himself. “Do you ever take anything seriously?”

“Absolutely not,” River replied without missing a beat, flashing a grin. “You should know this by now.”

“Well, what I was trying to say,” Springtrap said, taking a step toward… whatever it was and lowering his hood. “That this is what I mentioned yesterday: remnant.”

“I mean, I guess I see why you’re so obsessed with it now,” she shrugged, lowering the hood of her cape, as well. “It’s kinda pretty.”

“Oh, yes!!” Springtrap exclaimed, suddenly in a weirdly sing-song voice drawling with sarcasm every syllable. “Because I’m obviously dedicating my life’s work to this substance just because it ‘looks pretty’!!”

He paused, then said, “Stop taking me for some moronic, shiny-object-obsessed kleptomaniac!”

“...I mean I was tryna be nice by not mentioning your crazy hoard ‘o metal parts, but—”

“Moving. On.”

River snickered to herself before turning back to the remnant. “Yeah, yeah. So… what is it, again?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he said, to which she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “That isn’t the important part yet, anyway; what’s important is what I- we can do with it.”

“Skip to the part where ya actually elaborate on somethin’ for once, please,” River interrupted. “I don’t know how long my games are gonna distract Tom and co. for.”

Springtrap heaved a pointlessly dramatic sigh once more, shaking his head. “Fine, whatever. We use it to generate power; that’s the most basic the explanation can get, at least. But I take as much as I can to use for… research purposes.”

“Real convincing, Spring,” River said, wearing a sarcastic smirk.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“I won’t hesitate to get Tom to start saying ‘Springle’ again.”

Springtrap went back to the subject at hand, but his eye twitched rapidly. River thought he’d pop a vein, if… well, if he had any that still worked.

“Based on what I currently know about remnant—albeit my knowledge is a bit limited—I have a theory that it may help you.” He paused again, absentmindedly scratching the side of his head. “Though I can physically interact with it just fine, I’m unsure what sort of effect it would have on actual, living matter.”

“Is this your lame attempt at convincing me not to touch it just ‘cause you want it?”

“Of course I want it,” Springtrap scoffed. “But I’m being serious, kid! I don’t know enough to just let you grab it out of the air right when it appears!”

“Then why did you bring me along?!”

“Because you need to know about it if you have any hope of returning to wherever you came from!”

Out of spite, River glowered up at him, holding eye-contact as she reached her hand out and grabbed the remnant, clutching it in her hand as tightly as she possibly could.

It burned. It was as if she’d shoved her hand into actively boiling water. She couldn’t take her hand away from it, because it’d already faded from her grasp. Not that she ever had been, but the feeling traveled through her veins as if she’d been bitten by a snake that wouldn’t retract its fangs, or struck by lightning with a metal rod in hand. This was about how she’d imagined it at least.

She couldn’t even scream. Her voice was caught in her throat. The tears that streamed down from her eyes stung her skin. All she could do was stand there, but even that became too much, and her knees buckled under her weight.

All noise dulled, the last of them she could only just barely make out being Springtrap yelling her name.

***

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #au #au lore #fnaf oc #fnaf springtrap #springtrap #springtrap.#btc #btc springtrap #behind the codes #behind the codes springtrap #behind the codes springtrap.#they are the sillies #THE sillies EVER in fact #River figured out pretty easily he gets an ego boost from intimidating people #so she bullies him for shits and giggles #they both bully each other tbh #they are also both incredibly evil #they are silly and dumb and selfish and evil #and yet when one of them is hurt or sad suddenly they know what empathy is #they do the same with Tom #nobody else though #their idea of bonding time is murder #they’re a little fucked up #they like to claim they hate each other #but they’d die a second time if it meant the other would be okay #not at the point in time Messing With Remnant is set though #this is fairly early on in their little father daughter shenanigans

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jokeroutsubs · 8 months

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An interview with Bojan and Štras, originally published on the BTC City website on 13.10.2021. This is part of our series about Bojan and Štras, to promote the upcoming charity concert they will perform at together.

Bojan Cvjetićanin and Gregor Strasbergar: "Next concert will be the same - but even better this time!"

Before their second joint concert in the 1on1 cycle on October 15th, we talked to the frontmen of the bands Joker Out and MRFY - new stars on the Slovenian music scene.

Bojan and Gregor represent the younger, very unrestrained musical generation that is difficult to "put into boxes" based on their music genre. And despite being friends, they don't usually perform together. But that changed when they met on the SiTi Theatre stage in a 1on1 "musical dialogue". Their concert in September was sold out. But they already have another 1on1 concert coming up on October 15th, so we caught up with them before their new performance and asked them about their impressions from this one, as well as other performances they're still planning.

You will repeat the concert, which was pretty successful, on October 15th. How does what you're doing here differ from what you usually do and why is it easier - or harder?

Bojan: Me and Gregor are good friends, but we've never been in this role of a joint performance before, except for New Year's. So this dynamic that happened in SiTi Theatre was something new for both of us. I have to admit that we had our reservations at the beginning, because we're different and have different music, as well as different audiences. But those reservations vanished quickly.

Bojan and Gregor are good friends, but a joint stage performance was something completely new for them.

Does that mean that we can already feel some special chemistry in the air, are you making special connections, will you leave your bands and become a duo?

Gregor: Oh, no. There are very few new bands on the scene who are really doing and creating something, but most of us who are here get on well and are friends. There's a sort of healthy rivalry between us, we encourage each other to do well; but the frontmen of two bands making a good story together doesn't mean anything other than something new being made. Of course we're staying in our own bands.

Was there no bad blood in your bands because you two were the only ones performing, and they were more in the background?

Gregor: Actually they all came to listen to our concert. And our drummer said to me that he thought it would be "much worse"… (laughter)

Bojan: That's also what their drummer said to me… (laughter)

How did you get through this whole difficult period in the past year and a half?* I heard that you worked on gaining fitness by hiking up Šmarna gora (Mount Saint Mary)?**

Bojan: Me and Štras became quite the sportsmen, we really hiked up Šmarna gora a lot.

Gregor: Yes, we became real Šmarna gora mountain goats.

Bojan: And we had all sorts of similar traumas, seeing as we work with the same producer. We were all in the process of making our own albums, which with our producer is very specific and torturous. So we consoled each other a little and helped each other through this period.

Gregor: Yes, we had similar pains. But otherwise, the bands that did better in this Covid period were the ones where all the members are friends, have fun together, and are creative and mischievous. In truth, even this period could be used for creativity and progress.

Recently, they've often hiked up Šmarna gora together and became, as they said, true Šmarna gora mountain goats.

How much did the fact that you didn't have an audience to test your products and get feedback about the songs you'd made influence your creativity?

Bojan: We were lucky to have social media, so we could still stay in touch with them and see that people miss us.

Gregor: Yes, that's a good question, because when you're focusing on your songs, you can really check out the response at the same time on stage. And now that wasn't an option, so it was definitely a little different. On the other hand, maybe that's even better, because you are able to take more time for individual songs.

Who are your role models, who did you listen to? Bojan, we know Siddharta was close to your heart, and Mladenović with Ekatarina Velika wasn't; but what do you two really enjoy listening to, which great renditions make your hearts beat? For Bojan, is it Bob Dylan? (T/N: see the end of the post for some links and explanations about the musicians mentioned in these paragraphs)

Bojan: Not at all, I prefer The Beatles and ABBA, and I also really like some domestic Serbian "turbofolk" music. There are many different things that make my heart beat.

Gregor: Yes, I like the "turbofolk" scene sometimes as well. But in general, I'm a fan of quality music. And if something is good, I don't pay attention to its genre at all. (laughter)

And which of the local bands do you like best? Magnifico?

Gregor: Yes, Magnifico is dope too, but my mentor was Tomislav Jovanović - Tokac from the band Dan D. When I was little, we were constantly blasting Dan D in Novo mesto, and then I was fortunate enough to meet him, and he helped me.

Bojan: As far as Slovenian music goes, I grew up more on Siddharta, Big Foot Mama, rapper Trkaj, and I liked Murat & Jose as well.

Bojan grew up on Siddharta, Big Foot Mama, rapper Trkaj, he also likes Murat & Jose.

Who writes your lyrics?

Bojan: Štras writes mine.

Gregor: And my mum writes mine. (laughter) Well, in truth, of course I write for my band and Bojan writes for his.

Do you help each other with it? Do other band members also help with criticism and suggestions?

Bojan: Absolutely. The boys are always very happy when they can contribute something, and they always find something I couldn't have found on my own. Which is very good.

Is their criticism sometimes brutal?

Gregor: Our bandmates are our biggest critics. And they don't allow any bullshit at all. And sometimes I think I've written something great, and then they tell me that it sucks, and then I spend two months wondering whether it's true or not, but usually they're right. But if they like a song right away, we know that it's really good. And they will never say that something is bad if it actually isn't.

Bojan: What Štras said is actually the worst thing that can happen to you. The moment you start thinking that something has to be changed, you already know that you haven't nailed it. After that, the doubts just grow stronger and you can already feel that this isn't it. Band members and parents - those are the worst critics. For me, my parents are even more brutal than my band. They don't even try to sugarcoat their criticism. I sing the song to them as well, of course.

Gregor says that their biggest critics are their bandmates, who don't allow any bullshit.

And the audience? How would you rate their reactions to your latest performance in SiTi Theatre?

Gregor: Bojan drew in the teenage girls, and my friends and family came to listen to me.

Bojan: No, no, no. He's kidding. I think we covered and sorted the audience nicely, there was a wide spectrum of different ages, and it was really very relaxed, youthful and playful. Others who had already been to these "One on one" performances in SiTi Theatre said so as well. The way we were on stage reflected off the stage as well.

Love is a constant, inexhaustible topic that you sing about. But are you also interested in other topics, maybe some more current, socially relevant ones? But we probably won't find you in the crowd on the streets where you might be arrested, like some protestors?***

Bojan: They might arrest us on the street, but not for the same thing. (laughter)

Are you not bothered at all by the way the world is?

Gregor: I'm constantly bothered and irritated by the world. But we're oriented a little differently. I'm kind of a passive activist. I'm not going to tell anyone what to do, not even in my lyrics. I hide it inside some sort of a rebus, inside metaphors that even I find hard to understand. But most of all I don't want to nag anyone about what's right and what's not.

Bojan: MRFY recently put out an album called 'Prjatučki' ('Little Friends'), and the first song on it is 'Kdo bo rešil svet?' ('Who Will Save the World?'), which talks about love and opening up to each other. It alerts us to what's currently lacking in our society. Some sort of common love for things that connect us. That's our line of thought. I don't see myself in the role of someone who would write a song called 'Rage Against the Machines'.

Gregor: We prefer to take a step back. We've never labelled ourselves politically. We try to create a world that exists alongside our world, in which love and friendship are respected emotions. Our message is this: when you're tired of fighting, come take shelter with us and we'll caress you a little, and then you can go back and keep fighting.

They think that what's missing in society is a common love for things that connect us.

What motivates you when you're writing songs? Probably events and musings in your own lives?

Bojan: Right now, I've been writing songs that are either love songs or are rooted in introspection and finding yourself. That's really also what I experience everyday, and I examine myself in different situations. And that ends up being the impetus that drives me to write something. Nowadays, there's a lot of fighting and viciousness around us, and if we can create a world that's some kind of shelter for us and others to hide in, we might've done more than if we had become part of this army of vicious soldiers.

Apart from collaborating on the stage and hiking up Šmarna gora, what else do you do as friends?

Bojan: A lot of things. For example, we worked out together.

Gregor: Twice. (laughter)

Bojan: Yes, twice… (laughter)

Bojan: But honestly, I would say that we mostly spend time in Gregor's backyard, drinking coffee and talking.

Gregor: Only a few people can fully understand this role we've picked. Those of us who do similar things can help each other a lot. Sometimes it's enough to open up to someone about your problems and know that they understand you.

Bojan: We vent a lot. But at the end we usually realise that our problems are really quite "sweet". At first we think that they're the worst in the world, but they're always solvable.

Gregor: And Bojan usually has different problems than me. I find his problems negligible - and the other way around.

They mostly spend time in Gregor's backyard, drinking coffee and talking.

Can you be a little more specific? Is it about songs or something else?

Bojan: Well, sometimes we have a nice evening that turns into a merry party, and then we usually have differing views of each other's merriness. When I explain what a nice time I had, Štras usually tells me: "Dude, you weren't like that at all. You were totally irritating." Meanwhile I had a great time...

Gregor: Well, I don't find Bojan fun at all. And if he drinks too much, he becomes annoying. But it's hard to remember specific stories. Really hard…

Bojan: Well, we like to talk about girls…

So that's the problem - you spend a lot of time on girls, but you don't want to talk about it in public… But does that mean that your fans still have a chance?

Gregor: Always.

What about your concert on October 15th? Will it be different in any way from your last one in SiTi Theatre?

Bojan: No, it will be the same - but even better this time!

*The interview was published in October 2021, so the question is referring to Covid lockdowns.

**Šmarna gora (Mount Saint Mary), with elevation of 676 m, is a hill on the outskirts of Ljubljana that's very popular with Ljubljana residents.

***In 2020 and 2021, there were a lot of protests against the then-ruling Slovenian government.

And here's a little bit about the musicians mentioned in this interview, in the order that they were mentioned. Links go to one of their songs on YouTube:

Siddharta, formed in 1995, is perhaps the most popular and successful Slovenian rock band, and one of the bands Joker Out always emphasise as their inspiration.

Ekatarina Velika was a Serbian rock band, active from 1981 to 1994, and very popular in former Yugoslavia. Milan Mladenović was its frontman who died in 1994.

"Turbofolk" is a musical genre that originated in Serbia. It blends Serbian folk music with other genres such as pop, rock, electronic music, etc. Here is an example of turbofolk music.

Magnifico is a Slovenian musician, active since the early 90s, whose music is inspired by the ex-Yugoslavian schlager music scene. Several of his songs have reached cult status in Slovenia.

Dan D is another popular Slovenian rock band from Novo mesto, which is where Štras is from. They've been active since 1996.

Big Foot Mama is another popular Slovenian rock band originating from the 90s, the one Kris's dad Miha Guštin - Gušti played the guitar in.

Rok Terkaj - Trkaj is a Slovenian rapper, active since the early 00s.

Murat & Jose is a Slovenian rap/hip-hop duo, also active since the early 00s.

Translation cr: Joker Out Subs

#bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #gregor strasbergar - štras #joker out #MRFY

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btc-observation · 2 months

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(Oh no??)

Hey gang, things are NOT looking good for us 😭😭😭 If Starbles choses to scrap BTC, I think I'd feel pretty bad about that. (it took me a LONG time to type that sentence and I feel sick to my stomach now) He is a grown adult now; she needs to focus on school and work. I say we let them do that. Even if it really fucking hurts I'm happy that the au grew a little community and honestly the artwork is still breathtaking to me, we can only hope they change their mind in a few years but I doubt it I will still share the BTC art that Starbs makes in the future, we have 2ish posts I think Goddddddddd this post really hurts to write dude, physically and mentally :( I know I keep yapping about "blah blah I was one of the first fans of this" but I really can't describe how much this project means to me

I don't know how to end this post or uh hjfhjfhjf I need to go take a break and then I'm come back in a few hours

#important announcement #series info #file manager

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heartfulselkie · 6 months

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of your fics that ive read, btc and c&l are my favourites!! your writing is so good, whenever i read a new chapter of your fics i keep thinking about it for days!!! Oh!! Plus your littlebug zine fic is AMAZING i'd love to reread it whenever i have the time

Whiskers coming in and knocking me off my feet with how nice this is 🥺

I really didn't expect my zine piece to get an honorable mention - thank you 🥰💕

Let me know which of my fics is your favourite!

#bugaboooooooooo #ask selkie #ask game

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alicepao13 · 9 days

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Hudson and Rex S06E14

Damn it, no Mankiewicz lol. Yeah, it was okay, had some funny moments too (Rex is a comedian). There’s a pattern lately where the promos immediately hook me up for the next episode, so even as I’m writing this, I’m already thinking of the next one.

Risotto, jeez, if I was a guy I’d hate Charlie Hudson for the impossible cooking standards he’s setting.

That guy messed up all the floorboards with his blood dripping all over! Good luck getting that out.

Rex being upset and whining as forensics is sweeping the house. Yeah, this sucks, buddy.

Joe did not seriously consider not giving Charlie this case. The man has investigated his own brother!

Well, that seemed like a cold night of shooting. I bet they all enjoyed that :P

“Looks like Rex and I are your problem again tonight”. Well, at least they’re letting us know he didn’t sleep at Joe's couch at the precinct. I’ve given up on seeing Sarah’s apartment and I’d like her to give up on the idea of pretending to live there too.

Are you telling me that packages are not getting scanned somewhere inside the precinct before getting delivered? Oh, boy.

I’ll say this again, if they don’t trust Rex to sniff out whether there’s bomb components inside a package, then there’s no reason to allow him to work in cases.

That’s a lot of keys and I can't help thinking of what their prop master thought about all this.

“Better be safe, right Charlie?” lmao the passive aggressive comment from Joe. Leave him alone, he was right this time. Trust Rex.

Rex barked at the ransomware? Yeah, okay, lol

Getting from low-tech burglaries to high-tech heist. That’s an interesting transition.

Ah, stakeout. And they’re eating fries which was what I was also eating as I was watching this, on a very random note.

Pirating one season of Death Note? How can anyone only watch one season? Lock him up! Also, are we sure this kid is old enough to work at a bank?

Sarah with the beverage assist. I swear, some of these scenes seem like reshoots to add more Charah after complaints were made.

Well, that whole car almost hits Rex thing was anti-climactic. Obviously I didn’t want it to hit Rex, but make it a bit exciting. And it was the cutoff for the commercials too? I mean, I didn’t have to watch them but still.

Someone really loves cryptocurrencies in this show. The displayed price is off by, like, a lot since Bitcoin took off the last few months, which is understandable. Also, assuming that it’s in Canadian dollars, I estimate by the price (if they used the real one) that they shot and/or post-processed this episode near the end of November, as it didn’t really fluctuate around those levels again after that. And kudos for displaying an accurate BTC address.

“Well, that must have hurt”. I beg to differ. These boxes were very obviously empty.

Wait, so is this the end of the unwelcome guests in Charlie’s house? I’m not sure I like the new security system.

Ha! Sarah is still after the risotto. I totally get her.

lol Rex! Look at that evil smirk. He’s totally tripping the alarm for the heck of it. To be fair, when Rex is at home, there’s no need to put the alarm on but let Charlie make the risotto.

While it was an interesting case, it lost me a bit as we were going through the names of the people involved. Also, I did expect someone who came to bleed out inside Charlie’s house to have a more personal connection to him. I find it ridiculous that packages which are sent to the precinct aren’t scanned for explosives, I mean, that’s the first thing you do when a package arrives at a police station.

Promo: Charlie with a bomb strapped to his chest! What’s not to love? Oh, by the way, remember what I said about concussions and getting hit a second time on the head in a short while? This is actually the ghost of Charlie Hudson strapped to a bomb. Also, he has an earbud, which is presumably to communicate with whoever is doing this? Can we use to tell Sarah goodbye please? If this is parallel to the Castle episode, Charlie is going to say “I love you” to… Rex :P

One more piece of useless trivia, a bomb is how we lost one of Rex’s partners in the Italian version (and of course Rex had to watch because why not torture the poor dog, as it was canonically his third partner that was killed). But somehow I’m certain that Charlie will manage to pull through.

Only 2 episodes left! As always, I don't care much for a renewal until we're almost out of episodes.

#hudson and rex

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tatatatatara · 4 months

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I find it funny how the anime took out most of Tatara's evil/cruel moments

Meeting Kaneki

Beating the shit out of Nico because he drew him wrong (oh no he's coming after me next)

Commenting about how stupid the CCG is for falling into their plan

Killing Kanou's nurse and forcing Kaneki to eat her

Commenting about how useless/annoying (i cant remember) Naki is

Yet they added more scenes where he is calm, cool and kind

Him answering to Marude

Killing Misaka

Meeting Houji at Cochlea

Watching Eto play in the snow

Watching Touka run (?)

Telling Eto to do what she wanted

While I do appreciate the new scenes I kinda wish they still keep his meanie sarcastic personnality. My man talks a lot when he feels like it not a "wordless avenger" (his title in BTC)

#tatara #i dont remember if the scene where he ordered hinami to kill the traitors is in anime...

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littlecatfishgoddess · 1 year

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LOL

Oh sweetie, you thought you escaped? Silly puppy. That’s not how this works. Running away is part of the game. Every time you visit I sink a little deeper inside your mind.

Then when it’s time, a thought pops into your head and you get confused and needy. You come back and visit and get weaker.

Gradually you come back more and more often and you stay longer and longer.

One day you find yourself not paying attention and realize you are about to send for the first time and that’s the point of no return. If you are smart you’ll run away and do anything you can to stay away. But most likely you will just press the button.

What’s the worst that can happen? It’s only once anyway. You just want to know what the big deal is. This is dumb. You won’t get addicted to it.

So you click and... nothing happen. You go on with your pumping and whatever else you do and forget about it.

A while later you find yourself thinking of doing it again. The idea is kind of exciting. What if with repetition you actually do get into it. That would be so bad... but it excites you. So before you think too hard you send again.

Second time is so much easier. It kind of feels good. It’s exciting. Makes you edge harder. You should stop now... but... it’s too late.

You already know that by now you’ll come back sooner or later and send again. And again. It’s never going to stop. You’ll need to do this for the rest of your life.

Eventually this will be the only thing that gets you off. By the time you are forced to accept you are addicted, you won’t care anymore. You’ll be so hooked you will beg Porn Mommy to make it worse.

And I’ll be here to help. I’ll make it so much worse. It will take time. But it never fails. It’s a long game, but whether you like it or not, if you are throbbing reading this, we both know it is only a matter of time before Porn Mommy turns you into a mindless addicted wallet for me to drain.

Embrace your future. You have no choice.

BTC

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skeletoninthemelonland · 10 months

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#they take a huge space in my mind #btc fnaf #behind the codes #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #springtrap #ballora #treating them like they're oblivious and i'm their god #'THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I PREPARED FOR THEM...'#btc springtrap #btc ballora #my art #nightmarionne would throw a chair at me if he saw me posting anything about these two lmfao #oh shit.....#ANYWAY this deserves to be on the main acc <3

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aphroditesbaby1616 · 8 days

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Peonies - c.b. oneshot

♡ Chapter Inspo: Peonies are most commonly associated with romance, prosperity, and bashfulness. Some even believe they're a good luck charm of sorts, bringing good fortune to whoever receives them. Peonies also have some roots in Greek mythology. As one myth states, Apollo used to turn beautiful nymphs into peonies if Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, knew he was flirting with them.

♡ Summary: Carmy has his nights past favor gratefully returned.

♡ W/C: 1,267

♡ Posted Date: 04/21/2024

♡ A/N: OMG hello all! We are churning out these one shots while TB&HH is sorted out, THANK YOU oh dear lovely anon for your request that can be found here ♡ requests are still open, comments are encouraged, as are reblogs ! I hope you enjoy :) This is a follow up to Patchouli but of course both can be read as stand alone!! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Pre-discussed consensual somnophilia, m oral receiving, swearing, alluding to f receiving, fem reader referred to as girl - not fully edited **no use of y/n**

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

You woke up with a sleepy smile on your face, the first thought on your mind being it’s the weekend. Ah, the weekend. The cherished Saturday and Sunday you got to spend with your beloved Bear.

Since the restaurant did so well for itself - he was able to take the weekends off, so long as he made sure everything was done Friday which he always did, he’d never jeopardize the sacred time you two had together. It was his reprieve from the hectic kitchen, he didn’t know what ‘refreshed’ meant until he started spending weekends and evenings with his special girl.

You felt his muscular chest pressed flush to your back, his strong nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. There were soft hot puffs of air hitting your shoulder as he breathed, and you felt his lips touching the top of your shoulder blade with a sweet pressure, almost like a prolonged kiss.

While his left arm was curled under your ribs, and his left hand had found its way underneath your (his) white shirt, and was cupping your breast, holding it lightly as he slept. His right arm was curled over your waist, and your hands were laced together sweetly.

Not wanting to wake him too soon, you carefully arched your ass back to feel his morning wood standing tall and at attention. You smile to yourself, wondering if he’d fallen asleep last night remembering what you’d promised this morning, or if he was just having one of his wet dreams.

You gently unfurled your fingers from his one at a time before carefully putting his muscular arm over his own side and he grunted in his sleep, laying flat on his back and splaying his hand over his stomach. He’d been trained even while sleeping to subconsciously respond to you.

Ever so carefully you detangle your legs from his sleeping ones, carefully sitting up and crawling beneath the covers of your shared California king. You settled on your knees between his legs, lightly rubbing his thighs.

It was a failed attempt to not nuzzle your nose in the crook of his clothed thigh and his cock, taking a deep breath and nearly getting drunk off his heady musky scent, mixed with the delicious scent of dove soap from his shower last night and the laundry detergent you had picked out from the store.

With light open mouth kisses, you kissed over his tented length, taking your right hand and rubbing over his thick yummy sex. You had to swallow extra saliva, he was quite nearly making you drool already. His cock jumped in your palm, causing you to smile proudly.

Carm let out a soft whimper, much more relaxed and carefree then he’d be when he was awake. That is why you loved when you’d brought up your fantasy of Carmy using you while you slept, and he was all for it immediately. When you asked him if you could wake him up as well - he thought about it for a moment but after a short few questions about what he was comfortable with - he decided he was for it 100%

While he was sleeping, his noises were so pretty. They were soft and less reserved, it was easy to tell when he’d woken because instead of light airy whimpers and sweet gasps - it was hot grunts and sexy moans. You gently pushed his boxers out of the way, taking the seeping pink member to your lips, and planting sweet kisses over the head.

He gasped softly in his sleep, his abs tightening for a moment and his hips shivering at the contact. You bit back a giggle at his sweet innocent reactions he’d otherwise be too anxious or embarrassed to show, but one of love and wonder for why he was so nervous to let you see this of him while he was awake.

“So pretty” you whispered to yourself, pushing down his foreskin and watching in awe as a little dribble of pre bubbles from the tip and leaks down over the sensitive head. You licked your lips, looking up at him to see he was still fast asleep- but you could see his heartbeat in his neck.

He was absolutely having a dream

You stuck out your tongue most of the way, holding your tongue over the tip of his already weeping cock. He didn’t need it- but you knew how much he loved having his head sloppy and nasty. A thick hot drop of saliva dripped from your drooling tongue onto his sensitive tip, dripping down his shaft and over your fingers.

It was irresistible to blow on the wet trail it left and he whimpered cutely, his balls twitching since his cock was trapped in your hand. Leaning down slightly, you took the tip between your lips, kissing it lovingly before gently suckling on it, flicking your tongue over his leaking slit, moaning quietly at the taste of his salty sticky precum.

Carm’s hips bucked up, a hot whine tearing from his throat and his stomach clenching. His cock felt hot and heavy on your tongue, the tip was an aggravated pink begging to be played with. You began stroking the bottom of his shaft after spitting into your hand, and sticking out your tongue as you take him into your mouth, finding a steady rhythm with bobbing your head and jerking him with your hand.

He moaned out, his back arching slightly “please-please please” he whimpered in his sleep, reaching down and feeling your head and then he was up.

“Oh fuck” he said hotly, his voice husky and deep from sleep. He lifted his head and looked down at you with sleepy hooded eyes, a small smirk coming to his lips.

“Jesus, babe. Thought I was dreamin’- what I do to deserve such a good girl mm?” He gently pets your hair, his thigh twitching when you gently massage his balls.

“Oh- wow” he hummed, letting his eyes flutter shut and head fall back to the pillow comfortably. “Wow. I’m gonna cum like -baby I’m-ah- where did you learn that- what the fffff-“ he shot long hot ropes of seed down your throat, fisting the sheets and his hips shaking lightly. You smiled proudly, realizing that the porn video you’d seen on twitter had been true. You had seen someone massage the fleshy spot just beneath the balls and the guy came nearly on the spot, and a lot.

His stomach and abs contracted in overstimulation as you worked him through it and he hissed as you flick your tongue over his head, milking the last few dribbles of cum out of his twitching softening cock. You kiss the tip gently, before trailing gentle kisses all down the base and to his thigh, over his hips and stomach. Gently releasing his cock over his stomach as he came down and you trailed kisses over his abs.

“I think I fuckin blacked out for a second babe. Jesus fuck how did you learn that and why are you holdin’ out on me?” He asked and you giggled, tonguing over his nipple and he bit his lip, moaning softly.

“Saw a video.” You replied, sucking gently on the small sensitive bud while you massage the other between your forefinger and thumb. He groaned softly, patting your bum

“Done. Done. If I cum again I think you’ll literally break my balls get off me you succubus it’s your turn. On your back” he teased. Goes without saying but you two didn't eat real food until the afternoon rolled around.

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siilvan · 6 months

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MWIII spoilers BTC (oh my god oh my godoh mygod)

I’m gripping my phone so tight. I am. Losing it. I love his OG look the most I think but honey this look is so good on him.

Tattoos? Gone :(

Height? TALLER. OG Yuri was 5’11”, reboot is like 6’1-6’3” 🤤

Voice? Oh my god. Oh my god. OG Yuri had such a good voice. REBOOT??? It’s so…. deep. Raspy. Smooth. I’m actually combusting. My mind leapt into the GUTTER the second I heard him speak.

This is Commander Yuri. OG Yuri was “persona non grata” Yuri. This one’s a leader, a commander, a strong figure. I love him. I need him to hold me. I’m projecting my daddy issues onto him severely.

Edit: forgot to mention that he’s working for the Kremlin?? Potentially FSB??? He gave Laswell FSB files about Barkov’s chemical weapons, so… love a man with a stable job /j

i’m sure this is basic info, but…. does this, uh… say anything about him…

#mw3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #i’m combusting i’m clawing at the walls i’m screaming crying ripping my hair out #need him so bad #i need to take a cold shower 😭#sylph.talks

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oh damn I was just wondering if I should ask if you took oc questions and I saw a post about you wanting to talk about them. so. this is your sign: free pass tell me whatever you want about whoever you want. I’d like to know stuff about them (please. thank.)

This ask has literally been sitting here for like a year and I can’t stop thinking about my infamous mc so i’m gonna use this as a sort of preview introduction lol so anon if you’re out there im so sorry lmaooo and i absolutely love asks about my brain blorbos or anything really ngl i’ll probably copy and paste all this information to their Official Art ™️

Name: Octavia “Tavvi” Blackwater

Stage name: Tavvi

Pronouns: they/she

Sexuality: Bisexual

Band name: Beneath the Challenger (BTC). Octavia came up with the name and it’s basically a metaphor for them being super depressed lmao. It comes from the Challenger Deep which is the lowest point on earth beneath the Mariana’s trench.

Vocal Insp: donna missal (pinnacle voice bc for them tbh), The pretty reckless, the haunt

Music Insp: The Pretty Reckless, The Haunt, (for all of these bands i have very specific songs that i plug in as BTC’s lyrics lmao i have a playlist for them that i basically hc as their songs), Bad Omens (Just Pretend is SUCH a seven x mc song and i hc it as BTC’s best song), Mothica (VICES tho), and Honey Revenge! Here’s their playlist it grows everyday lmao

Fandom: Aquanauts. I hc that Maya figured out the bands meaning and picked based on that, Octavia genuinely loves it and finds it cute. And somehow the fact that the name makes sense to what the band name is makes them feel very seen and comforted tbh

Ep: Under the Water

Favorite unreleased single: The Slowest Heart (Which i actually took from Gilded Lily bc that song has heavy Octavia x Seven vibes) They have “the slowest heart” tattooed on there left rib age side boob area lol Although I feel like if she wrote it it’d be closer to the sped up version and a bit angrier mixed with hurt but the lyrics are perfect)

Romance: Seven’s ex. Still has his initials and doesn’t bother to cover it. And they are harboring a very blatant crush on Orion that if they’re being honest about started specifically because Orion seems pretty unattainable and they have no actual expectations of that fantasy becoming a reality (at least at first). Some cute stuff about them and seven tho: I hc fans called them Seven8 cuz Octavia means 8 or i guess Setavia works but Seven8 is so cute to me. And that seven had them in his phone as “8” and Octavia had him as “7 Ducky”

Some backstory:

Octavia is biracial her mom is white and her dad is black (specifically has afro indigenous roots but he was a foster kid so very estranged from these cultures) does not have a good relationship with their parents at all. Their parents didn’t really want kids? Sort of had Octavia because that’s what they were “supposed” to do next after getting married. Octavia is very much just an item checked off a list in a lot of ways regarding them. Very much the type of people who probably shouldn’t have had a kid not because they didn’t provide physically but they’re just emotionally nonexistent and incredibly dismissive lol. So yeah, so she had a very lonely childhood.

They did lots of ballet/contemporary dancing and soft ball which she does still actually enjoy as hobbies presently, but for the most part she’s obsessed with music and making music. They have a bat from highschool that they call “Lucky Lucy” where for two separate games in a row she hit nothing but home runs with it. Now, she takes it to every show and makes everybody touch Lucky Lucy before performing.

Octavia is obsessed with old hollywood glamour and old movies/shows from that era— most specifically Audrey Hempburn. They have several references/quotes from her tattooed on them: “never throw out anyone” is a partial quote from “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw anyone out.” that they have tattooed directly under their S.D. tattoo which is my favorite lol and another is “i was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.” probably on their opposite forearm from S.D. (There’s more but i gotta map them out.) They can do a transatlantic accent, and did so for many months as a teen to annoy their parents.

Lastly, romantic history: before Seven they had a girlfriend, Maria. Who was pretty much their polar opposite—very straight laced, serious, and structured but also incredibly sweet, polite, absolute wifey material—and honestly while she supported Octavia’s dream on a surface level she thought Octavia needed a more concrete plan for the future. They dated for about half of high school and split amicably when it became clear that Octavia wasn’t going to change/Octavia’s underlying feelings for Seven became a bit too obvious to ignore. They’re still in contact and friendly and Maria is married and has two kids.

Post Seven, Octavia had one serious relationship that was on and off for 8 months about a year after their initial split. It was bad. Incredibly toxic content warning type bad. Dean Clayton was the lead singer of another indie band Violet Vapors and was a general misogynistic piece of shit. It was a they just didn’t see the red flags until they were already in it type situation, bc no one advertises themself as a pos partner obvs. She doesn’t like to talk about it and borderline actively ignores it, but if they ever saw him again they’d probably take their bat to him tbh. Octavia is in a muuuuch better place now (comparatively speaking, which i mean the bar is in hell so do with that what ye will) still does drugs and drinks but it’s not nearly as bad as uhhh this era of their life.

#infamous if #oc: octavia blackwater #ANYWAY YEAH ART COMING SOON HOPEFULLY #god that was a fucking novel #as you can tell they’re on my mind quite a bit #oc info #will probably reblog to my art blog later just so i don’t lose the information #asks #answered #long post #super fucking long post

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Messing With Remnant: BTC AU Bit - Part 3/3

Page Count: 11

Word Count: 1,743

Author’s Note: OH MY GOD HI HELLO

I didn’t expect to get the last part out this fast AND I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO END UP SO MUCH LONGER THAN THE OTHER TWO WHAT THE HECK

I meant it when I said this AU (and BTC Springtrap) has been ROTTING my brain out. Truly, I can’t stop thinking about it (and Springtrap) and I feel like I’m going crazy DID I MENTION SPRINGTRAP /lh

Anyways uhhhh Springtrap caring for someone besides Tom. Yeah. :3

He will make no other exceptions. 🫶

ALSO TOM’S IN THIS PART YIPPEEE

As always, BTC and its characters all belong to @skeletoninthemelonland !! River is like the only part of any of this who is actually of my own creation lmao.

Anyways enjoy!!!

***

She awoke, and without even a moment to process, she was met with Springtrap gripping her shoulders and shaking her sporadically. He was yelling for her to wake up, over and over, as if that would help anything.

River could barely get a word out for the first couple of seconds before she finally managed, “ALRIGHT ALREADY! I’M UP, YOU IDIOT!”

Springtrap paused suddenly, dumbfounded. “Oh…”

He awkwardly let go of her shoulders, allowing her to sit up on her own. She winced, holding her head in one hand while groaning to herself. How long had she been asleep?

Then again, she was a bit more concerned that this was all that happened, after everything.

She finally took a better look at her surroundings again—she was in what… resembled a workshop; it was difficult to tell whether that was what it was meant to be, or if it was simply a horribly cluttered bedroom.

“What… happened?” River took another quick scan of the room. After all, surely there was something in here that could indicate just how much time had passed.

Springtrap fell back into a swivel chair, sighing into a hand he was now using to cover his face again. He rapidly thumped one foot up and down as he spoke. “I’ll tell you what happened.”

The thumping ceased, and he suddenly leaned forward with a deepened scowl. “I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH SOMETHING THAT COULD HARM YOU AND YOU CLAMPED ONTO IT LIKE A BLOODY STAPLER!!”

“Ohhh, yeah!” River said, holding a finger up. “‘Cause you’re a liar!”

“What I find most astonishing,” Springtrap continued, waving one hand around. “Is the fact that you’re only experiencing a headache after all of that, let alone still alive!”

“Does me being here even count as being alive?”

Springtrap’s eyebrows raised, but he quickly shook his head, as if to dismiss his own thoughts. “That’s not the point!”

“So,” River said, rubbing her temples. “How long was I even out?”

“An hour and a half or so,” he replied, sighing to himself yet again. “You fainted, so I had to get Tom to find you… I don’t know, something that could be of use. No one exactly gets sick here, so neither of us were really sure what to do.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine. ‘Felt more like I was taking a nap than anythin’ else.”

“YOU WERE ESSENTIALLY STRUCK BY LIGHTNING,” Springtrap shouted again, standing back up.

“Yeah, well, I almost-died a bunch ‘o times before I finally bit it—that’s one of the few things I remember—so I can’t say I’m all that surprised.”

River took up a pocket athame with a small pentacle charm tied to the handle, then continued as she cut off a loose piece of thread from her cape: “‘Dunno which one, but there’s some god out there who really doesn’t want me to die yet.”

She chuckled lightly to herself. Springtrap raised an eyebrow at her, opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, but was instantly cut off when Tom burst in holding the girl’s phone, among two bowls of… what River thought might look like soup. She wasn’t too sure.

“Oh! You’re awake!” Tom exclaimed with a relieved grin.

“Tom,” Springtrap said, gripping the sides of his cape. “I told you to knock. You’re not allowed in here.”

“Ignore him,” Tom said to River, waving Springtrap off completely. “Here!”

He handed her the two bowls, both containing relatively the same color of soup… if it even was soup.

“None of us really know how to cook,” he admitted with a nervous-sounding giggle. “But I remembered how some people give people soup when they’re sick! So we were able to scrape some stuff together and try to make it! I suppose it’s meant to help an upset tummy!”

“...Oh,” River said, glancing between Tom and the bowls. Springtrap had crossed his arms, grumbling to himself and shaking his head.

She couldn’t remember for certain, but River got the feeling that it had been quite a while since anyone dedicated that kind of time or effort to her. Not that she could remember who would have or why, regardless.

But… it made her happy.

“Wooahhh!” Tom suddenly mused. “You’re smiling! I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you do that not at someone’s expense!”

River blinked a couple of times, then furrowed her eyebrows as she looked off to the side. “Jeez, of course I smile.”

“Springtrap made one of those, y’know!”

“I DID NOT,” he yelled from the other side of the room, (not that it was a very big one). He clutched the hood of his cape and angrily threw it over his head.

“Watch her,” he commanded, pointing towards River. “I’m getting back to work. Make sure she doesn’t try following me.”

Tom and River snickered. River spooned a bit of her first bowl. “That hurts,” she said sarcastically. “You already think I’m gonna cause trouble? I’m the bed-ridden one, here!”

“Don’t entertain it…” he mumbled to himself before finally heading off.

“I know you find it funny,” Tom said once the two were sure Springtrap was far enough away not to overhear. “But I hope he never actually hurts your feelings or anything! He just likes to act all grumpy all the time.”

“Aren’t ‘like’ and ‘grumpy’ antonyms?” River said before finally taking a sip from one of the soup bowls. In all honesty, it tasted somewhat like motor oil smelled. She was able to ignore it though—she hadn’t had a single bite to eat since Springtrap and Tom found her there a few days prior.

“Well, yeah,” Tom admitted. “I just mean ‘cause he gets weirded out when people are nice to him for whatever reason. So he tries to scare them away.”

“I caught onto that last part pretty fast.” She shrugged as she took another spoonful. “Anyway, you didn’t leave too many of the game’s tabs open, did ya?”

“Nah.” He paused, then asked: “How’d you manage to get..- I mean, I can’t usually hold stuff… how’d you do that?”

“Oh, it was pretty easy,” River said, picking her phone up and sliding her athame behind her. “Y’know that arcade machine you nap in a lot?”

Tom nodded, raising a brow.

“I kinda just put some cute stuff as decoration on top of it like how I used to decorate altars, and then put my phone in the middle so you could pick it up.”

“That’s why there was a chair next to my nap spot!!”

River’s smile stiffened. She didn’t exactly have any sort of anger issues, but her emotions were often difficult to contain.

“That still doesn’t really explain it though,” Tom said, almost appearing even more perplexed than before. “How does all that even make a difference?”

“It’s… complicated.” River tossed her gaze to the side again, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.

“Well, either way,” he shrugged. “It’s amazing!”

Then, he gasped suddenly, jaw dropping about as far as it could go. “Wait! I can eat cake now!!” He squealed, kicking his feet around mid-air. “This is the best day ever!!”

River chuckled lightly, smiling faintly without fully realizing such. “Just lemme know if you find some, and I’ll get it for ya.”

Tom nodded eagerly, though after another few seconds had passed, his joyful expression faded, resembling something that looked more like concern.

“What even happened while you and him were out?” he asked, fidgeting. “He said you had a stomach ache, but you were asleep, and he looked super worried…”

“Uhh..”

River wasn’t actually sure how much she should tell him; she didn’t care one way or the other what Springtrap would say in a situation like this, but she did worry that Tom would be upset with him if he knew it involved remnant, and she… well, she was confused at herself for being uncomfortable with the idea of all the blame being pinned on him when she was the one who was going out of her way to irritate him.

Normally, framing people came as naturally as breathing to her.

“It was nothing really bad,” she lied immediately, then added, “I just-... seeing my own sick doesn’t exactly help my stomach. That’s all. I’m also just a really heavy sleeper.”

“You sure..?” Tom tilted his head to the side.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m fine. I just need some tylenol or somethin’.”

“Ty… what?”

“Nevermind… forget I asked.”

Within another couple of minutes, Springtrap finally re-entered the room. But River’s eyes immediately landed on the huge brown bag he was holding at his side. Based on the jangling it made with each movement, she assumed it was just more spare parts.

“Ya think ya got enough of those?” River said with a raised brow and a smirk.

“Hush,” Springtrap replied, then turned to Tom. “I’m impressed you two didn’t start going through my things the second I left.”

“Well, it’s kinda hard for me to do that anyway,” Tom chuckled awkwardly.

“Besides,” River cut in. “It’s too much work to snoop when you’ve got all those parts piled on top ‘o your stuff.”

“Thrilled to see you’re getting better already,” Springtrap growled through gritted teeth, one eye twitching.

“Well, then!” Tom exclaimed. “I’m gonna go play more games!”

He and River waved their good-byes. Springtrap just gave a quick nod in his direction as he left, before turning his attention back to River.

“You didn’t say anything to him,” he asked abruptly. “Did you?”

River shook her head. “I would’ve lied either way, so…”

Springtrap eyed her for a moment before pivoting for his desk. “Perhaps you are sick.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Lying doesn’t seem to be a very common occurrence for you,” he said simply, sitting back down in his chair. “So it’s rather surprising that I didn’t even have to ask you to do so.”

She said nothing in response; she didn’t exactly have an explanation to give him, so she figured there wasn’t much of a point in saying anything at all.

Springtrap’s ear twitched in the silence, and he slowly turned his head to peer at her from over his shoulder. River was pointlessly fidgeting with the charm on her athame. He glanced at it, and then back at her.

“...Are you really alright?”

River hesitated. “You’re gonna hafta specify.”

Springtrap narrowed his eyes, then turned back to his project without another word.

***

#the ending.#yeah..#neither of them are alright..#yeah they don’t mean physical health.#yeaahh sorry.#also figured I’d start linking the main songs I use to write these >:)#different song for a different chapter usually #behind the codes #btc #btc springtrap #behind the codes springtrap #behind the codes springtrap.

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