#and i havent thrown in it like 5 years

[bigmammallama5]

I hadn't realized I still had 16 days of vacation to take by the end of the year (they don't roll over, unfortunately) which means I had only taken barely four up until now, not counting some early Fridays we got this summer. No wonder I'm tired.

I'm gonna go hang out at the studio tomorrow and work on finishing up pots/pumpkins and making slip sample tiles. Maybe I'll take my little tripod and take some time lapse videos throwing stuff, I haven't done that in a few years. Maybe i'll make a poll for the first time and ask what yall are interested in seeing?

[junovrsmp4]

three is not a crowd

OR

5 times Chris walks in on you and Matt fucking + 1 time he gets to join in on the fun

pairing: established!matt x reader, chris x reader, matt x reader x chris

summary: what it says on the tin basically

warnings: THREESOME, PURE FILTH, dick riding, oral (female & male receiving), teasing, edging, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, p in v, slight degradation/praising, slight angst, happy ending yay

word count: 6.9K

author’s note: im a whore for both of them. that is all. (also this has plot, and is mostly beta read but i havent slept in hrs so if some mistakes did slip thru my bad

1

“Hey Matt, have you seen my-” Chris begins to ask as he pushes Matt’s bedroom door open, expecting his brother to either be lazing around in bed or be at his desk, gaming.

What he doesn't expect is the sight he is instead greeted by, of you, Matt’s girlfriend of the last year and a half, astride Matt’s lap, riding his dick while he leans against his headboard, head thrown back and hands grabbing your hips, guiding you, slowly.

Chris is shocked, understandably, and he should just turn around and book it. Instead, he stands frozen, watching the way your head is nestled into the crook of Matt’s neck, your shoulders shaking. If Chris ignores the sound of his own pounding heart, he can almost hear the soft whimpers you’re letting out at each downward thrust of your hips.

At the sound of a soft, deep groan, Chris’ attention shifts to Matt, who has his eyes shut, and his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. There’s something surreal about this scene, seeing Matt, who looks nothing like Chris, but also looks the most like him, fucking this beautiful girl who’s been on his mind for months now.

“Matt…,” he hears you whine loudly against his brother’s neck, and Chris has to grit his teeth, fight against the urge to shove his hands into his pants and fist his growing erection. This shouldn't turn him on so much, hell, he shouldn't even be here right now. He should have run in the opposite direction as soon as he realized what he’d walked in on, but he’s mesmerized by the way you move, your back arching as your hips move back and forth. The slow, sensual, almost hypnotic, movements of your body as you ride Matt’s dick has him clenching his fists, nails digging into his palms and it’s easy to imagine him in Matt’s place as he gets this view of what it might look like to fuck you. Your moans grow louder, and Chris thinks it might be because you’re getting close, and god, he feels so hot underneath his skin.

“Shh baby, didn't you say we needed to be quiet?” Matt whispers against the side of your head. “Can’t have Chris hearing us, can we?”

At the sound of his name, Chris’ heart hammers faster, and he looks up at Matt’s face, only to see that his brother’s gaze was already on him, watching him with a slight smirk before thrusting his hips up, presumably driving his cock deeper into you, making you moan even louder than you already were.

Breaking out of his stupor, Chris stumbles backwards before hightailing it to his room, slamming the door behind him. It takes all of five seconds for him to get his cock out of his sweatpants, furiously jerking off as he leans against his door, biting into the hem of his t-shirt that he’d pulled up over his chest, and only another five seconds before he shoots his cum all over himself.

2

Chris knows its wrong, wanting his brother's girl. This was never a problem before, because any time he found out Matt liked someone, Chris immediately lost interest. It was the brothers’ code; they never fought over girls, and besides, they always just liked different ones.

You, though…it was hard not to like you, even after he found out Matt had his eyes on you.

Chris remembers the first time he met you, how nice you’d been to him and his brothers, how easily you’d fit into their lives. He’s not going to lie and say he’d wanted you right from the start. It was a gradual thing, slowly creeping up on him before he realized what had gotten him.

You just made him feel so comfortable, and surprisingly, the two of you had a lot in common. But then again, you had a lot in common with Matt, and Nick. And yet, you were so different. You were smart, playful, and so, so kind. You were just the right amount of goofy and serious, and you just, fit well into the dynamic Chris and his brothers shared.

It shouldn't have surprised him when Matt eventually told him and Nick that he was into you and planned to ask you out. It all happened so quickly after that. You and Matt had gotten together and, now you weren't just the new friend that Chris and his brothers were always hanging out with, but his brother's (his brother who was also his best friend, really) girlfriend.

Which is why Chris knows it’s fucked up. Wanting you. And he knows it’s even more fucked up that he wishes he could have a repeat of what happened a few weeks ago when he accidentally walked in on you and Matt. The amount of times he’s jacked off to that memory alone the past few nights is insane, his mind supplying images to create his own version of events where he doesn't run away.

Especially fucked up is the fact that Matt had seen him, had looked cocky that he’d caught Chris watching them, and even that fact hadn’t deterred Chris from chasing orgasm after orgasm to the thought of fucking you, imagining how tight and wet your pussy might be, what it might taste like.

Speaking of the fucker who seemed totally unfazed by recent events, Matt sat across Chris, scrolling through his phone, while Nick sat beside him, editing their latest video. Chris was trying his hardest not to flip the fuck out, but his whole nervous system seemed like it was fried. Nick had already yelled at him twice to stop moving so much because he was apparently jostling the table too much, and Matt had just let out a bemused chuckle without lifting his eyes from his phone the entire time.

Just as Chris was about to get up and retreat to him room, the doorbell rings, before Matt gets a series of texts.

“Oh, she’s here-” Matt says, before shooting out of his chair and rushing to great you at the front door.

“Hey, hey, hey!” your cheery voice rings through the hallway, as you and Matt make your way into the kitchen, and Chris almost chokes on the sip of Pepsi he’d just taken because holy fuck-

You were wearing a short, tight black dress that hugged the lines and curves of your body just right, the square neckline barely covering your chest. His eyes slipped further down to the way the fabric of the dress cinched at your waist, and to the slit at the side of the dress that came up to mid-thigh. That and the combination of tall strappy heels you had on made your legs look…really good. So good that Chris wishes he was between those legs, licking a path up your calf to your inner thighs, leaving bruising kisses to mar the smooth, unblemished skin of your legs, before finally, finally-

Nick hoots just then, exclaiming about how hot your fit looks, pulling Chris out of his daze. He watches as you bask in the compliments being showered onto you by both Nick and Matt now, and can't help but smile at the way you try to hide your blushing face.

So, it’s completely out of left field when he sees you again later that night, sitting on the couch with your hands covering your face but this time it’s to hide the loud moans that threaten to slip from your mouth as you watch Matt kneel in front of you, his mouth pressing kisses into your inner thighs…just like Chris had imagined doing earlier.

It’s ridiculous really, how Chris had been feeling slightly normal after dinner with you and his brothers, because as awkward as he may have been feeling about you and Matt, being around you and his brothers, having good food and just laughing about random shit made him feel really fucking good. Like everything was normal and he wasn't fantasizing about fucking his brother’s girlfriend. Like he hadn't accidentally walked in on them fucking.

Of course it’s just his fucking luck that as soon he’s feeling just that slightest bit of normalcy, he’d decided to go to the kitchen and grab a Pepsi from the fridge at 3 AM, only to find his brother about to eat you out on the couch.

“Matt-” you whine, as your back arches off the couch, one of your hands moving to grab Matt’s hair, the other trying and failing to hold back your moans. “Matt, please- nnggh- stop teasing.”

Chris feels all his blood rush down south and it leaves him lightheaded. The low lighting in the room accentuates the shadows of your body and he can see the muscles in your legs flex as your thighs clench around Matt’s head, trying to get him to move his mouth closer to where you want him. You’re not in the tight black dress he’d seen you in earlier, but in a blue baby tee and black lace-trimmed hipster briefs. There’s an almost imperceptible quiver that wracks through your entire body in anticipation for what’s to come.

Matt doesn't keep you waiting for long. Chris' breathing grows even more jagged as he watches Matt’s fingers push your panties to the side before he runs his tongue flat up your pussy. Chris can't see as much as he’d like to, but his overactive imagination does the job for him, imagining how wet you must be.

Chris feels like such a sick perv for still standing there, watching with wide eyes as Matt (his literal brother) enthusiastically licks and kisses your pussy, and he almost wonders how neither of you haven't noticed him yet. Then again, you and Matt seem so lost in each other, and now there’s another ugly thought circling Chris’ brain, one that makes his chest hurt a little.

He forgoes his Pepsi for the night and quietly returns back to his room, cock half-hard, and his heart just the slightest bit heavy.

3

“Alright, what’s going on with you?” Nick asks him, while his eyes are still fixed on his phone.

He and Chris were sitting on the couch (Chris had been avoiding the section that you and Matt had used during your late night rendezvous), and Chris was idly flipping through his Netflix watch list.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Chris says with a heavy sigh, slumping further into the couch.

It’s quiet, and the silence makes Chris look up at Nick, who was already looking at him with a curious frown.

“Seriously, what the fuck is up with you?” Nick asks, and he actually looks concerned, which throws Chris off a bit. “You’re usually bouncing off the walls and annoying the shit out of everyone in your nearest vicinity, but lately you've just been, I don't know- I’m like actually worried, did something happen? Is everything okay?”

Chris swallows around the lump that had formed in his throat and takes a minute. To do what, he doesn't know. It’s not like he’s going to prepare himself to tell Nick what he’d witnessed, twice, and how he was feeling about it. Really, how does one go about telling their triplet brother that they’d accidentally witnessed their other brother in an intimate situation with said brother’s partner, not once, but twice, and had enjoyed it, to the point of having nightly fantasies about it?

There were more complicated feelings lurking just under the surface, more than just Chris wanting to fuck you, but he did not have the mental bandwidth to unpack all that, so that was that. It’s not like he had honest to god feelings-

“See, at this point, you would’ve been yapping away-” Nick says, interrupting his train of thought, “-but instead, you’re just sitting there, looking all sad and miserable.”

“Okay, I don't look sad and miserable,” Chris says with a roll of his eyes. At least, he hopes he doesn't. “I’m just tired dude. Haven't been sleeping well lately.”

“Right.”

“What? It’s the truth.”

“Didn't say you were lying,” Nick says, matter-of-factually, in that signature Nick tone that lets everyone know when he isn't buying their bullshit.

“I’m fine,” Chris says slowly, waiting for Nick to stop looking at him so intensely.

“Sure,” Nick drawls out. “You’re also a shitty liar.”

“Fuck you,” Chris grumbles, chucking the TV remote at Nick, who flails to try and dodge it, letting out an indignant squawk when it bounces off his shoulder and falls to the ground.

This, of course, results in Nick throwing whatever was closest to him at Chris, which happens to be an empty water bottle, and eventually they're just chucking it back and forth, cursing at each other in between laughter.

It’s the most relaxed Chris has felt in weeks.

Too bad you had to walk in at that exact moment.

“Hey guys!” you say cheerily, plopping down on the couch, next to Chris. You’d stayed over for a couple of nights now, as you usually do, and Chris should be extremely used to your presence, except he feels his skin prickle as soon as your close to him, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating off of your skin.

“God, how are you so chipper every morning?” Nick asks, shaking his head with a poorly hidden smile.

You twirl a strand of your hair around your finger, and bit the corner of your bottom lip. “It helps that I wake up to one of the hottest guys ever, and then get to hang out with his hot as fuck brothers,” you say with a smirk, waggling your eyebrows at Nick.

Chris wishes you hadn't just said that because now his mind wanders (more like sprints) to the memory of this morning, when he’d walked past Matt’s open bedroom. He’d heard the telltale sounds of skin slapping against skin, and your voice, whining Matt’s name over and over, which had him stopping right before Matt’s door, eyes wide, mouth agape. This couldn't be happening right? There was no way he’d walked into this situation for a third time.

Chris debates on whether he should just turn back around, go downstairs, out the front door, and bash his head against a tree, or if he should soldier on and just walk past to get to his room.

The sounds were getting to him. His cock strained against his grey sweatpants, creating a very obvious tent. His clothes suddenly felt a size too small, the air around him too thick, and he felt sweat break out on his forehead. He should leave, run far, far away from his house probably, but a sick part of him wants more than anything to see what’s got you moaning this time.

He rounds the corner and is met with a sight that almost has him falling to his knees.

It’s unfair, how incredibly gorgeous you look straddling Matt’s thighs, bouncing on his dick rhythmically, your head thrown back. You’re leaning back on your hands, supported on Matt’s knees, and Chris watches the way your body undulates as you swivel your hips, ribs flaring as your chest heaves. Every gasp you let out is a punch to Chris’ gut, leaving him feeling winded.

You’re so lost in the throes of pleasure that you don't hear when Chris groans out loud, but he knows exactly when Matt hears him, because his head rolls lazily towards him, his hands that had been grabbing your hips tightening, and there’s little to no warning before Matt’s flipping you over and thrusting into you with vigor.

“Does that feel good baby?” Chris hears Matt ask, his voice rough and low. “Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

“Fuck, so good, Matt- please, please, please-” your moans turning into whimpers as Matt’s thrust pick up in pace. Chris can tell exactly when Matt hits the bundle of nerves inside you that has you seeing stars because your back arches off his bed, hands scrambling to find purchase. Your fingers clench into the pillow above your head, as you beg Matt to go harder, faster.

Chris’ eyes bounce back to Matt, who’s watching you in awe, and he’s seen that look on his face numerous times before, like Matt can't get enough of you. Chris’ breath hitches, because he wishes it was him, in Matt’s place. Him, worshiping you, making you feel good. He wishes he was the one that was ripping those sounds out of you.

He catches Matt’s eyes just then, and Chris has never wanted to punch him in the face more than he does in that moment, because it almost feels like he’s mocking Chris.

See what I have, what you so desperately want…

Chris holds up a middle finger, directed at Matt and whatever god was up there who’d clearly forsaken him. He had half the mind to just yell but the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you. So with a scathing look at Matt, and a mouthed fuck you, he walks to his room, the sound of Matt’s laughter the last thing he hears before Chris angrily slams the door and sheds his clothes, pumping his cock to the memory of your voice.

It’s the hardest he’s cum all week.

4

Chris walks in on Matt pounding you against the wall leading to the garage. At this point, it had to be on purpose. The two of you had to be planning this, because how was it always Chris that ended up walking in on them, and not Nick? Knowing his brother, Nick would’ve gone around voicing his disgust at having caught you and Matt fucking, any chance he got.

So, it had to be on purpose.

Matt’s whispering dirty things in your ear, loud enough for Chris to hear every word.

“You’re so fucking pretty baby-”

“I want to ruin you, want you to feel me for days-”

“You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” and that has you letting out a particularly loud whine. The next bit Matt whispers into your ear is too inaudible for Chris to comprehend but he can tell how much it affects you, because you absolutely lose it just then.

Fuck this. Fuck all of this.

“Can y’all stick to fucking in Matt’s bed?”

At the sound of Chris’ voice, you look up at him, startled, and it’s electrifying, your stare. Chris sees your eyebrows furrow, your lips, plump from being bitten (by yourself, or Matt, who cares at this point), fall open. Matt’s shoulders stiffen for a second, so Chris knows he’s aware that Chris is right behind them, but the asshole just keeps fucking going. And you, you’re still staring.

“Chris-” you gasp, your nails digging into Matt’s shoulder. Chris thinks you’re going to push him away, scramble to pull yourself together.

You surprise him by pushing back down onto Matt’s cock with even more fervor, your hands moving up Matt’s neck to grab onto his hair, pulling hard.

Chris watches you cum on Matt’s cock for the first time that night, all while your eyes were locked on his.

5

Chris doesn't like being angry. He very rarely is. And usually, he gets over it really quick.

Which is why it’s shocking to everyone when he gets cold and hostile towards Matt seemingly out of nowhere, and the anger doesn't subside.

It gets in the way of their work. Filming becomes exhausting, and it leaves all three brothers feeling frustrated and annoyed at each other.

It’s in the middle of filming a new car video when it all goes to head. Nick and Matt had attempted to film a video, but Chris couldn’t hold back the jabs at Matt, interrupting him every time he spoke, insulting him for no reason whatsoever, which only made Matt retaliate just as hard.

“That’s it-” Nick yells, his hands pushing his hair out of his face in frustration. “I’ve fucking had it with you two. I’m getting the fuck out of this car and the two of you are going to stay in here and talk. Don’t even bother coming back in until you sort out whatever-” he gestures wildly between Matt and Chris, “-is going on with you two!”

And with that, Nick storms back into their house.

Chris stares out of the window with his arms crossed, seething. He can tell Matt is looking at him, can see part of his reflection on the window, but Chris isn’t going to give him the satisfaction of breaking first.

Matt, much to Chris’ annoyance, was completely calm and collected.

“Chris-” Matt begins to say, but Chris just chucks his empty Pepsi can at him without looking. He hears it clatter against something (the steering wheel, he thinks), before dropping down onto the car floor with a dull thud.

Matt sighs, and Chris wants to yell, because Chris is the one that should be huffing and sighing, he’s the one that’s tired of all this bullshit.

“Are you trying to prove something?” Chris asks, because he never could stay quiet for too long. “Is that it? What the actual fuck Matt?”

Chris had fully turned to face Matt, who at least had the decency to look somewhat abashed now. His face was tinged pinked, and he was fiddling with his rings.

Chris continues. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but if you’re just trying to get me to see she’s your girl, I fucking get it, okay? You’ve made that really fucking clear. Did I say or do something to warrant this shit, because if you think I’m out to get her, I’m not, okay? Jesus- do you know how fucking insane-”

“She wants you bro.”

Chris blinks. He opens his mouth, and then shuts it.

“I used to catch her staring at you sometimes, and there were times she’d just keep scrolling through pictures of the two of us together- you and me, I mean- and…I don’t know, she’d have this look on her face.” Matt trails off. He looks at Chris, trying to gauge his reaction so far, but truth be told, Chris was still trying to process what Matt had initially said.

“What…?”

“Look, the two of us are happy together. I love her, she loves me, but I think she…” Matt coughs out, and it’s the first time since this whole thing has started that Chris has seen Matt this awkward. “She’s into you too. She never really told me, but it got pretty obvious after a while. And eventually, I- I started bringing you up, when we- um, yeah. She wants us both.”

Chris starts laughing. Because he doesn’t know what else to do.

“Alright, good prank dude- I’m still so fucking mad at you but-”

“I’m not kidding, Chris.”

Right. Because why would Matt joke about something like this?

“Um…”

“Yeah…”

And that’s how Chris finds himself back in Matt’s room. You and Matt were sitting on his bed, albeit a little far apart, meanwhile Chris had taken a seat in Matt’s gaming chair. Chris almost wants to call the two of you out on the pure torture you’d put him through the past few weeks, but one look at your face has him abandoning that train of thought.

You look so…remorseful. You’re slightly curled in on yourself, like you’re bracing for some sort of attack, and Chris’ heart melts. The last thing he wants is for you to feel upset, so he tries to lighten the mood.

“So, do you just wanna see which one of us has the better dick or-?”

He smiles as you sputter, eyes wide as you finally look up at him.

“There we go,” Chris whispers. “You’re finally looking at me.”

“Chris…I’m so sorry,” you whisper, lips trembling. “God, this is so stupid, why did we decide to tell him-”

“Hey, hey-” Chris chides. “I think I’ve been kept in the dark long enough, actually. I just wish y’all hadn’t used such a weird ass fucking way to tell me.”

“Well, to be fair, she didn’t even know you’d seen us that first couple of times,”

“Oh, god-”

“-And, we kinda assumed you’d take the fucking hint or something.”

“Yeah, I thought the hint was ‘I know you wanna fuck my girl, so I’m gonna make sure you catch us fucking every chance we get so you stay the fuck away’,” Chris says with a raised brow, staring deadpan at Matt.

“Wait, what-” you start, but you’re interrupted by Matt.

“Yeah, he’s wanted to fuck you for a while too.”

And that's how Chris finds himself with a front row view of Matt fucking you, up close and personal. Matt has you on all fours, facing Chris, while he pounds into you from behind, hard and deep. Each thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of you, and Chris watches, enraptured by the way you take it.

Chris watches to his heart's content that night, no longer worried about getting caught, no longer stressed about wanting to fuck you.

Chris watches you fall apart in Matt's hands over and over, and all he can think about is when he can finally have his turn.

+ 1

They’d had to wait for the perfect moment, a night they could be sure none of them would be interrupted.

They'd been planning for this night for a few days now, and it was finally here.

Chris and Matt stand side-by-side in front of Matt’s bed, arms crossed over their chest as they watch you squirm in his bed, their combined attention making you nervous. They’re both barely dressed, Chris in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, the front of which were already tented from his hard dick, while Matt was just in his black boxers. The low lighting of the room made Matt’s rings glisten as he rubbed at the stubble that he’d slowly allowed to grow on his face.

“How are we feeling, baby?” Matt asks you, smirking at the way you visibly gulp. “You ready for us?”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, looking up at Chris through your lashes before nodding.

That’s all the cue he needs.

Chris stalks over to you, slowly, climbing over the bed and crawling over you, his hands landing on either side of your head as he holds himself above you. You lay back, your hair fanning around your head on the pillow, your eyes wide as you wait for Chris’ next move.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris asks, wetting his lips, and he doesn’t have to wait long for his answer. Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling at the strands close to his nape, bringing his lips onto yours. The kiss is heady, a wild mess of tongue and teeth, because you’d both been waiting for this, dying for it, and here it was, finally happening.

“Chris-” you gasp, open mouth sliding over the hot skin of his cheek as he lowers his head to the crook of your neck, biting harsh kisses into the skin there, before tracing his tongue across your jaw.

“Fuck, fuck- you smell so good, I need you so bad ma-” Chris blabbers, his brain-to-mouth filter long gone. He vaguely registers Matt settling onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, as Chris kisses a path down your body, laving every inch of skin he can access with nips and kisses. You arch your back as Chris circles one of your nipples with his tongue, sucking on it as he flicks the other. He alternates between kissing and nipping your nipples, all the while, you have an almost painful grip on his hair, pushing your chest harder into his face.

Matt watches your face intently, seeing the way your features scrunch up in pleasure, mouth wide open as you gasp and whine. There’s a small part of him that knows he shouldn’t be so okay with his own brother having his way with his girlfriend, but it’s almost like he gets a 4K view of what it might usually look like when Matt’s the one doing these things to you.

Chris continues his path downwards, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulling them off of you. Your legs instinctively squeeze shut when the cold air hits your wet core, but Chris’s hands gently pry them open, staring at you in wonder.

“You’re so fucking wet, fuck-” Chris groans, before licking a stripe up the seam where your thigh meets your crotch, so close to where you actually want his tongue.

“Please, please-” you whimper, pushing your hips up closer to his lips, feeling his hot breath fan over you pussy. You hear both him and Matt chuckle, before Chris has his mouth on you, licking the wetness gathered in your folds. All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears and the obscene sounds of Chris’s mouth as he eats you out like a man starving.

It’s almost too much, the way he’s sucking on your clit, before pushing his tongue into you, his face pushed deep, you’re sure he can’t breath. The pleasure builds, heat pooling low in your stomach. You feel Matt’s fingers brush against your forehead, pushing the hair that was starting to stick to it from all the sweat.

“You feel good baby?” Matt asks, tone soft, but his eyes glint dangerously. “One of us wasn’t enough for you, was it? You’re such a dirty girl, wanting me and my brother.”

You whine, head pushing against his thigh closest to your head. Chris laughs, pulling his head back to chime in.

“Greedy little slut, that’s what she is,” he says, cheeks rosy and face glistening from the nose down, his chin absolutely soaking wet. “You gonna cum soon ma?”

You don’t even know what you respond with, just that Chris goes back to eating you out, this time, bringing his fingers to your entrance, sliding one finger, then two, into your sopping wet cunt as he licks random paths across your folds, occasionally circling your clit and sucking on it harshly, all while thrusting his fingers in and out of you, causing you to buck your hips up wildly. Your orgasm, only the first one of the night, is fast approaching, and your thighs clench around Chris’ head. The only warning he gets is a sudden yell of his name before you gush all over his face.

“Did you just- did she just squirt?” Chris asks, eyes wide as he takes in the mess that you’d made. His face and neck were now fully wet, and there was a perfectly round wet spot right underneath you. His fingers flutter over your now slightly puffy pussy, watching your folds quiver.

“Fuck, it’s too much- Chris, wait,” you whine, hands moving to grab Chris’ wrist. He doesn’t stop with his ministrations though, fingers pumping in and out of you, prodding at the bundle of nerves inside you that caused your vision to white out. It was fast, intense, and Chris manages to pull a second orgasm out of you before you’d even managed to catch your breath from the first one.

Chris sits up on his knees, reaching his arms behind him and pulling his tank top off, throwing it behind him. He hooks his arms around your thighs before pulling you down the bed, closer to him, allowing Matt to slot himself behind you.

“Can you turn over for me ma?” Chris asks with a gentle pat against your hip. It takes some effort, your limbs feel loose and languid, but you manage to flip onto your stomach. Hands grab your face, tipping your head up, and you see your boyfriend looking at you with a smirk, tongue peeking out to run across his teeth.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he asks, voice like dripping honey with a hint of something razor-sharp. “This everything you imagined?”

“Yes- oh god, Matt- I need you, please-”

“You have me baby,” he coos. “You have me and Chris. That’s what you wanted, right? ‘Cause one dick was never enough to keep you satisfied.”

“Ngghh- please, please, I-” you whimper, mouthing at Matt’s dick through his boxers, startled when you feel a sudden smack against your ass, pain blossoming across your skin.

“If she’s already this cock dumb, I wonder how she’s gonna get when we actually get our dicks in her,” Chris wonders out loud with an amused huff, palming at your ass cheeks as he rubs his clothed dick against it.

You continue begging, your pussy soaking wet and clenching around nothing in anticipation for what’s to come, hips arching off the bed while your back dips low, shoulders tucked between Matt’s spread thighs as you lick him through the only piece of fabric that is keeping you from tasting him, from having his cock fill your mouth.

Chris smooths his palm down your back, making you arch your back even further, before he spreads your cheeks, seeing the way you twitch at being put on display.

“I think she’s waited long enough, hasn’t she?” Matt asks Chris, nodding his head slightly as if to tell Chris to get on with it. Chris doesn’t waste any time pushing his sweats down his thighs, freeing his cock. You turn your head back to try and peek at it from over your shoulder, but Matt has a firm hand on your head pushing you towards his crotch while he pulls his dick out of his boxers. With one hand holding the back of your head, and the other around his dick, Matt slaps it against your cheek, amused at the way you so desperately try and get him to guide his cock into your mouth instead.

Simultaneously, Chris is behind you, rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, gathering the wetness there. Above you, you feel Matt lean towards his dresser, before rifling through the top drawer and chucking something at Chris. There’s a sound of a bottle cap clicking open, and lube being squeezed out, before you hear the squelch of it as Chris spreads it over his dick.

Later, you’ll think they must have planned this head of time, but both Matt and Chris decide to push their dicks into you at the same time, Matt feeding you his cock, pushing past your lips, applying gentle pressure to the back of your head, while Chris spreads your folds apart and drives his dick into you, the tip catching inside you for a moment, before he thrusts his hips and pushes his dick deeper into you.

“Look at that,” Chris says, smacking the palms of both his hands onto your cheeks at the same time, before kneading at them. “She takes dick really fucking well.”

“It’s like she’s made for it, isn’t she?”

Chris fucks you like he has all the time in the world, savoring the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, fascinated by the sight of his dick disappearing in you at every thrust. You stretch around him so beautifully, and you’re so fucking tight, he wonders how he managed to fit it all in you in one go.

At the other end, Matt watches you with soft affection as you suck on his cock, tears streaming down your face from the exertion on your body and minimal air supply. At every thrust of Chris’ hips, you would get pushed closer to Matt, which would push his dick deeper into your mouth, making you almost gag on it.

You have no concept of time anymore, or where your body starts and Chris’ and Matt’s end. You feel like one big mess of limbs, moving fluidly, with the common purpose of chasing your orgasm. You hear Matt’s groans getting louder above you, and you know he’s getting close. You’re not far behind yourself, but Chris still seems like he’s nowhere close to being done.

Pulling your mouth off of Matt’s cock, you circle your hand around the base of it, before stroking your hand up and down, twisting it around the head. You swipe your thumb across the slit at the top while you tongue at the underside of the head, all while looking up at Matt through hooded eyes.

“Cum on my face, Matt, please-” you beg, mouth slightly open, a line of spit connecting your tongue to his dick. Chris' thrusts are picking up, but you keep your elbows planted firmly on the bed below to keep yourself steady for Matt. There’s a tingle building low in your spine, but you focus on Matt, the way he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His hair is a mess, and his body is flushed. The hand he has on your head grips your hair tight, and the other joins your hand in pumping his dick. It only takes a few more seconds of that before Matt lets out a loud groan of your name, spurts of thick, hot cum landing across your face, and you close your eyes as it drips down your face, some of it landing on your tongue.

Matt leans back heavily against the headboard, and before you can register anything, you’re being flipped onto your back, face still covered in Matt’s cum. Your shoulders hit Matt’s chest as Chris crowds against you on the bed, his hands now on the back of your knees, pushing your legs back against your chest, before thrusting his dick back into you.

The sudden shift has you blinking back stars, and this new angle has Chris’ dick brushing against your sweet spot on every thrust, and all you can do is sob at the immense pleasure you feel. Matt circles his arms around you, one hand playing with one of your nipples, while the other moves down your stomach and edges closer to your clit. The tingling sensation grows, and grows, your hands scrambling to find purchase on Chris’ shoulders as he thrusts particularly deep into you before you finally snap, screaming as your third orgasm is ripped from you, the force of it pushing Chris’ cock out of you as you squirt all over him, yourself, and the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably.

You’re fully gasping and sobbing now, the intensity of your orgasm wracking through your whole body. You watch through hooded, teary eyes, as Chris leans over you, furiously stroking his cock as he soaks in the view of you, hot and messy, ruined because of him, before he too eventually reaches his orgasm, cum pulsing out of him and landing high on your chest, across your nipples, one spurt even hitting your chin.

The three of you are a heaping mess of limbs after, all basking in the afterglow of a night well spent, tired, but satiated. Matt and Chris lay on either side of you, stroking whatever part of your skin they can reach, occasionally batting each other’s hands away and pulling you closer to either side, like you’re not all squished together already.

“We should do that again sometime,” you say after a long beat of silence. Matt snorts, eyes closed, but the corners of his lips are quirked up in a small smile.

“Y’all are crazy if you think I’m never fucking you again after I just got a taste,” Chris states. “Besides, I think there’s a lot of lost time I need to make up for, hm?”

After that night, Chris gets to have his turn with you, over and over. Sometimes, Matt is present, and the brothers somehow always turn things into a competition of who can make you cum the quickest, who can make you cum multiple times, who can make you absolutely incoherent by the end of the night.

Now Chris had his own reason for always being so chipper in the morning. It helps that he finally gets to fuck the hottest girl he’s seen, who just happens to also be fucking his brother.

author’s note: i put too much fucking effort into an idea that essentially started as a joke, its gonna be so funny if this flops because i literally stayed up till 4 am twice in a row to write this lmao- anyways, let me know what you think! my inbox is open and waiting for your thoughts (: likes, comments and reblogs r much appreciated <3

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[toadboatt]

Help me please? I need sound of mind advice Lol tw disordered eating, mention of gross bodily functions (?)

So i ate a lot today and then would forget i ate then eat more and that kept happening... so about an hour ago i threw up quite a lot.. like a decent amount (im fine tho i feel better) and now im wondering if its smart to eat a peanutbutter sandwich...... i dont know why i feel like this i dont know why. But im kinda hungry and i really want a peanut butter sandwich..

I do not have a binge eating disorder, or at least i havent had one in a years, literally in over 5 years. But today i felt like i couldnt get full and i couldnt remember the amount i ate until after i threw up. But now that ive thrown up i feel a bit hungry.. and i'm wondering if its safe/ smart to eat a peanut butter bread..?

[deathclassic]

weekly tag wednesday but its thursday obviously

thanks for the tag @energievie @thepupperino @sirrudo @gallapiech

@burninface

When is yours? way too fuckin soon,,,,its in 11 days (17 Sept)

Where were you born? the same city i live in now

How do you feel about your legal name? Are you using it online and/or IRL? meh, too many people would respond with 'my dog has the same name' but i hate changing it for online purposes? I do sometimes but it genuinely makes me feel weird and like im impersonating someone but if you see someone go by Percy it could be me

How about your sign? Do you feel it "fits"? Virgo, idk what it means other than its my sign.

What's your earliest memory related to your birthday? i remember a fairy came to my party when i was 5 and she painted our faces, later i found out the fairy was my aunts friend so i sometimes still see her, she does not paint my face anymore.

What's one of the best gifts you've ever received? back when all my friends were in the dnp fandom,,,some fandom artists got together and all drew me pictures of dnp celebrating my birthday.

Also my parents got me a giant koala beanie kid for my 8th birthday bc we share the same birthday - it says so on the tag - and it's been nearly 20 years since then and i still have him on my bed.

How about one of the best you've given yourself? idk my tattoos i guess? my most recent leg tattoos were a reward for doing full time night shift so

What's your favourite cake flavour? red velvet with cream cheese icing

How about your favourite flowers? hydrangeas, they're tattooed on me as well

Have your ever thrown a birthday party? If yes, tell us about your favourite one. i havent thrown one but my parents did for me as a kid! one of my favourites was a 'gym bus' where a bus parks outside your house and its a double decker bus with monkey bars and things to climb on and a slide when i was 7.

What's the ultimate birthday song? that clip from the simpsons when its mr burns' birthday and smithers hired the ramones to sing him happy birthday.

And last but not least, pick a celebrity with whom you share your birthday. ritu arya who plays lila in the umbrella academy and i share a birthday

tagging @vintagelacerosette and @iansw0rld

[userblaney]

[Questions for the ask game]

2, 5, 11, and 23.

2. thoughts on veganism?

icl. i do not give a fuck. personally i love red meat and also honey too much to be vegan but like. i get it and idgaf

5. favorite form of potato?

hash browns 10000000000000000000000000000%.🐐🐐🐐

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

looking around my room rn and honestly no...i have stuff from then but thats with my mum and its just stuff i made for her or smth i havent kept any shit for myself or its been lost or thrown out when we moved

23. do you wear jewelry?

yes!! i've scaled back in the last two months bc idk ive been getting overstimulated like crazy recently but: right wrist: - wgasidkgc bracelet matching with @formula-red - silver plated bracelet my mum gave to me for eid 2 years ago - cute little gold thing my cousin bought me - matching bracelet w my irl best friend that we made tgtr

left wrist: - kiffeyeh bracelet from a fundraiser - thread bracelet also from a fundraiser - little gold anklet which is too small for my ankle from my irl best friend

rings: - 2 matching rings from my aunts - plain silver ring that doubles up as a fidget toy

necklaces: - rotates between a map of palestine and Another matching piece of jewellery with my irl best friend

[pastellmochi]

HI MOCHI are you havig a good summber. its june and its summer her hru any update

OMG IRENE HIIIIIE THANK YOU SOOSOO MUCH FOR THE ASK MWAH ILOVE YOUU 🫶🫶🫶 im so sorry for the late response its literally july omg 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 … nd it just deleted what i said help

ITS BEEN KINDA ROUGH BUT IM GETTING THROUGH ITTTT <3333 HOW IS YOUR SUMMER SO FAR TELL ME ABOUT IT I HOPE ITS VERY FUNKY ‼️‼️‼️

ive been Warming up to summer more, def more than winter nd ive been enjoying late night calls with friends :33 ‼️‼️ sothat’s nice summer aesthetic i loveoyouuu

🫶🫶🫶 igot into a lotta fandoms again.. mha.. creepypasta.. found out ab 18trip nd omg <333 oguro kafka you have my heart .. it was me and nico yazawa’s bday nd i got my hair cut !! i unlocked my gender yayayay :33 found out i really like kakiage nd mushrooms.. thank you ryoko kui .. okay tbh my summer so far is my brain being overriden by more fellas . OH I STARTED PLAYING PERSONA 5 AND TWISTED WONDERLAND ‼️‼️ rook and ruggie are real cyooties love those guys (i havent met either) oh nd im playing pokemon bw and tomodachi life !! i should add you on my island !!

+ HERE’S AN EENSY PHOTO DUMP look its kent a mikoshiba … my darling .. my treasure ..

nd i’ve been thinking about enstars i think summer i just get attacked w ensemble stars thoughts.. now its ab taki ibuki .. i cannot escape chiaki kobayashi even if i tried

OH AND SOME SONGS I’VE BEEN LISTENING2

happy ☆ boogie ! !

the spark !!

ANOTHER DAY OF SUN !!

kasaneteku !!

gokuluck’s discography …

lovers always lose !!

bloody mary fake type !!

started reading the stranger in the lifeboat 4writing inspiration !! sidenote i Love how TROPEY 2000s x reader was. always vampire au.. and all the characters live in the same house … and seven minutes in heaven.. and random japanese phrases thrown around 😭😭😭

im trying to get back into drawing after like over three years of not drawing so i can do artfight like suuper late .. trying to come up w an utaite design … OH AND DESIGNING MY SELF INSERT ‼️‼️‼️ their name is sal layman :] do you have a self insert ifyoudo i wanna hear about em :333 if youdont STILL TELL ME ABOUFYOUHR SELFSHIP !!!!

also been really into dcoms and bad movies in general , the more likely they are2say He’s right behind me isnt he the more likely i am to enjoy it. here’s some things ive been watchiiiing im totally up4suggestions or giving oyou suggestions !!! : clue , lake mungo , starstruck , trolls lmao , eddie’s million dollar cook-off , DIABOLIK LOVERS omg its actual Shart and every time it tries to attempt romance or seriousness it fails in ways i have never seen before but it is a spectacular watch. tw for sa and incest 😭😭😭 the few good things though is this show is the embodiment of the 2000s (the fashion is. Yeah) and the openings are unfortunate bangers. also eichi tenshouin is there

tldr im trying to feed my creative self more <333 THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LITERALLY LOVE YOU !!!! PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOU ARE ND ANYTHING YOUVE BEEN IN2 I’D LOVE TO HEAAAR 🥺🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶 ‼️‼️‼️

[ordinarymaine]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 for whatever you want <3

HEHEH

1. resident evil 8 was such a missed opportunity to do like. idk. anything. im not sure if i necessarily agree with people saying that it was nothing more than a tech demo for re4make, but i definitely see where they're coming from. the factory is a slog, moreau's swamp sucks. house beneviento is by far the scariest part of the entire game and the atmosphere is incredible, but it is CRIMINALLY short. castle d is gorgeous, but lady d herself falls flat as a nemesis / mr x type of enemy. i also just? dont like the writing in re8 at all. the characters are written strangely. i dont know how to put it into words. ethan feels weird. chris feels weird. mia feels weird and was tossed to the side and went from who she was in re7 to like an anime mom. this one is very petty but the fanbase for re8 is annoying as SHIT also. most re fans are irritating but re8 fans are something ELSE. the best thing about re8 is how it looks

2. this very quickly turned from unpopular opinions to Lilith's Hater Hour and im not sure how to word this either but a part of me hates how popular aw2 got. like a big part of me LOVES that, i feel like alan wake has always been underrated and ive loved it for years, its one of my favorite games ever, and im so happy to see it get recognition!! but predictably most of the fanbase has latched onto casey and zane/darling while completely ignoring saga as a character. its a bit annoying </3

3. i do not understand the hype around star wars, or why it got so popular. sorry to my mutuals for saying this on twitter like 3 times in the last 2 weeks and then again here FJFGHJH but i dont get it! i like the prequels, i like the sequels, i like rogue one, i like kotor (havent played either of them but i enjoy them nonetheless), i liked kenobi (pointing obi wan fan) i havent watched andor yet but i know i'll enjoy it. but most of star wars as a whole i just dont think its that. good? like. dont get me wrong when its done well its enjoyable!! but there are better sci fi serieses out there by far. star wars feels like lucasfilms throwing shit at the wall because it looks cool but has little sustenance. i will NOT start on my star trek vs star wars bullshit again because its INCREDIBLY biased LOL

4. i hate fallout 3. i hate traversing it. i hate playing it. i hate how it looks. i dont like the characters. i dont like the story. i dont like the writing. i like fallout 4 more than i like fallout 3, because 4 is at least enjoyable to play and lose myself in, even if the writing is arguably worse. when i first played fallout 3 i kept thinking to myself like. this is it? because for years all i heard was how good it was. and it just isnt LOL

5. i hate alien 3 also. i have not seen it and i do not plan on watching it because i KNOW it will make me angry. i am a BIG hater of shit thats just needlessly pessimistic / depressing / nihilistic simply for the sake of it, and from everything i've read of alien 3, thats exactly how it comes across to me. im sure if i WATCHED it i could more coherently explain why i dislike it, but im so attached to the dynamic that ripley, hicks and newt have that seeing it get thrown away immediately in the start of alien 3 would make me pass away badly

HELP. i didn't mean to ramble this much omg JJFDGJKFDGH i dont think most of this is very well written im sorry it's all very word vomit. i have had a little bit to drink and im feeling very haterish tonight. something in the air. thank you for indulging me <333

[mamamittens]

I was considering more on Yuki and a possible, interesting direction to take.

So, I already know I want a sort of fun, running joke about how strangers would think she's an adult but spend more than 5 minutes with her in a casual setting and it's really obvious she's not. Like, she can only act professional and aloof for so long.

Originally, I wanted it to be because of her vocal talents. And I still want that!

But I was thinking about a physiology centered around ice and how that would effect her. Like, she probably doesn't usually eat a lot, not does she have a lot of... Waste. She likely doesn't sweat naturally, and getting sick is a lot harder than you'd think cause not a lot of viruses thrive in freezer temps.

She probably also has difficulty crying at colder temps, her normal resting temp being just a tad hard to cry with comfortably. Her body fluid isn't totally frozen after all, her blood and whatnot having... Sort of antifreeze properties?

I already knew that I wanted her to have accelerated healing with access to clean water, as her body can convert that naturally to cells. Her mom is able to reattach limbs with just a splash of water, though sensation and function take a bit to properly come back. Yuki never has a reason to try, but she can also do it.

Anyway, I thought this would also effect growth! Like, she just grows at a very slow rate. Physically at least. Needing to be just... A bit warmer to grow at a steady rate. Luckily she's quite hardy all over, including hair and nails. Bathing in (relative to her) warm water helps her hair and nails grow at a sustainable rate at least.

But, at certain stages her quirk just gets stronger. Usually before growth stages. Like, her quirk gets stronger so now her body has to too.

And the problem is that she hasn't let her body grow appropriately in a few years. Assuming I put her at like, 14, she hasn't grown an inch since she was almost 10. Not a dramatic amount of growth missed (or rather delayed) but enough that's it's noticable on comparison.

To actually, properly do so, she has to literally, slowly, warm her body up to approaching natural internal body temperature. During this time, she basically speed runs a growth spurt. Which is at best uncomfortable but doable with careful oversight, plenty of food (all those vitamins, minerals, and protein to help facilitate growth). Her mom did this a few times by basically shutting herself in her apartment and slowly increasing the temperature of her bath and apartment. The hardest part is not using their quirk to recool themselves, as it defeats the purpose despite providing immediate relief.

Okay, so with all that in mind, during the start of the story she's about 4' 5"~? Which is definitely not adult size. Unless she pretends to be a dwarf, and wears a hood or something to cover her ears, which is what she does. Safer that way during travel too.

She's been nervous about "thawing out" for a long time, putting it off over and over again despite the growing difficulty controlling her quirk.

No idea when she makes the leap, as I havent finished Veilguard yet, but she is very embarrassed to have to bring it up. Finally coming to terms with how dangerous it is to keep putting it off and how hard it is to do all this dangerous stuff with a firmly prepubescent body.

She's got a lot of hang ups, mostly childish concern that if her parents did finally reach her they wouldn't recognize her anymore. Fun stuff like that. But she can't keep endangering her friends just so she can stay small.

Would be very funny if her full height is absolutely from her dad, a full blooded Japanese man, so she's still dainty and tiny with just a bit of that Russian pizzaz thrown in for a full figure or something.

Anyway!

Emmrich is at first super supportive and fascinated by the implications, offering to be by her side if she wants as support during what is bound to be an emotional time. And then he realizes, through her blushing and stuttering, that to her best recollection it requires soaking in the bath. At least, that's part of how her mom did it, and likely the safest considering she'd get jumped by dark spawn if she traipsed into the desert to warm up relentlessly.

He's old and dad coded, but he's not so blind to miss the obvious embarrassment of youth. Politely and sheepishly, he offers to support her in other ways during her "period of extraordinary growth".

Davrin probably clocks the implication quicker and asks if necromancers are really so desensitized to the naked body he doesn't think that's weird to offer a young girl. Almost warningly. Lucanis agreeing softly with a narrowed look. Like, answer carefully, old man.

Harding, Bellara, and Neve offer more involved support if she wants it, with Tash offering to guard the door if it helps her feel better. Davrin suggesting Assan could keep her company if she likes.

Yuki is super touched and appreciative, aware it's a lot to ask considering she has no idea how long it'll take. It's better to go slow, after all, considering her literal bones will be growing and everything else to accommodate it.

In the end it takes a few, tense days. Yuki purposefully overeats for prep and commandeering the bathing room for the time being. Caretaker is helpful in walking through adjusting the water temperatures at a slow pace so she doesn't risk scalding herself. The girls visiting off and on, not wanting to crowd given how... Emotional the whole thing quickly proves to be for Yuki. Normally she's more even keeled, but with her hormones finally running free it's... Interesting.

Taking breaks in and out of the bath, slowly bringing the ambient room temp up to almost 70F~? It's pretty chill for anyone else, but this is basically sauna for her. She eats a lot, talks when she can, and mostly just tries to ride it out until she feels her body settling. Her mom did talk her through the process, after all, so she could make an informed decision when she was ready.

She stumbles out in the same night gown she went in with, this time not quite so oversized. Having grown about half a foot or so over only a few days and somewhat underweight. Her appetite and emotional state somewhat frazzled as she (very. Very. Slowly) brings her core temp back down to normal to prevent any injuries. She's weak and clumsy for a while, but soon enough she's back to (mostly) normal and nearly able to pass for an adult with some work.

Everyone is thrilled to see her doing well, if not a bit distressed at how ravenous she suddenly is, and how quickly she cries for a while. She does not go to Minrathus until she's chilled out properly. She already burst into tears about Lucanis never seeing his grandmother after finally being freed. How badly Spite must want freedom but can't have it out of fear of what he'll do to those around him. And how cute Assan is, how sad it is that he's alone, and how hard Davrin is trying to raise him. The loss of Varric. Harding having to soldier on with her weird magic and how uncertain it must be to be the only one (like Yuki is). Neve and her home. Her now healed injury. Bellara and her brother, how hard she works, and how nice she is all the time. How nice Emmrich is and cool he is. How honest Tash is and her whole thing with her mom.

Basically, Yuki has feelings. And a lot of them.

Even as emotionally stunted as most of them are, they usually give in and give her a hug when she gets overwhelmed. Quite used to how chilly she is, just happy when she finally calms down.

The one time they had to go out and deal with Venatori in Minrathus, Yuki had a meltdown of epic proportions and it did not end well for the cultists. Plus side? They started making themselves sparse for a while after that, much to the Shadow Dragon's relief.

Yuki refuses to talk about the things she did with her ice on that outing.

It becomes clear after that, that her quirk had grown exponentially stronger with her recent growth spurt.

God bless that music room, it was about the only place she consistently chilled out while playing music.

I like to imagine a group sleepover after her meltdown. In the new and improved secret hideout of the Shadow Dragons. Viper is very impressed and sympathetic to the woes of teenage rage. Teia is disappointed she didn't get to witness it, to which Spite helpfully adds.

"Very. Cold. Eyes can freeze. And other things."

Lucanis shudders, remembering seeing it first hand. He's a hardened assassin but... It's a bit much to see someone's eyeballs erupt into ice shards in an instant, only to be followed shortly after by dense muscle ripping to shreds on thick slices of ice as they froze from the bone out.

Very body horror of Yuki.

It couldn't even be resisted like ice magic can, cause it takes whole different enchantments to resist natural forces.

Also, not related, but Yuki is asked something.

"So... Rook. You've met a lot of crows by now. Who's your favorite?"

"Is it Teia? I wouldn't blame you--though I am right here--"

"Spite. Spite is my favorite crow."

"Wh-What?!? He's not--Spite is! Not! A crow!"

"Yeah he is. You share a body. You're a crow. So, therefore, so is Spite!"

"That. Does not. Count."

"I! AM! FAVORITE!"

"...I heard."

"Not you! Me! I'm favorite crow! Me!"

"...I heard it the first time."

Lucanis pouts while pretending he isn't.

Neve, shit disturbed supreme, laughs.

[allthesh]

hi there. Since you’re a sh blog I wanted to ask you this, do you have any advice on where to get sharp objects/blades to help with cutting? My blade got thrown out a year ago and neither scissors or kitchen knives do anything. Do you know of an easy way of getting blades without anyone finding out?

if you don’t feel comfortable answering this, I completely understand! ^^

nah youre good! sorry i havent been on here in a minute! i unscrewed a bunch of pencil sharpeners, and i also just kinda ransacked the house looking for sharp objects to steal. my family is super oblivious so as long as i dont steal like a kitchen knife or smt they wont notice, you know how much your family would notice though. i legit just found a blade sitting in the bathroom that i stole. i also bought some from amazon, they were like 5 bucks and i told amazon it was a gift so they would wrap it in a little bag in case my family opens the box. good luck!

[friendlyhostile]

White people don't need a positivity post like what alternate universe are you living in

everybody needs positivity in their life, especially over things they cannot control like race. i assume you havent read the other stuff ive posted about this, so let me just explain:

race is a morally neutral thing. nobody, and i mean nobody, should be attacked, put down, or shamed for their race.

now, this is not to say that black and brown people do not experience much much MUCH worse racism than white people. i would never say that, and to imply such a thing is historically and horrifically untrue.

what i am saying is that in the fight for racial equality, people (online and offline) have turned to putting down white people to lift themselves up. historically, yes! white people have been the oppressors, and i dont disagree that they are now, but blaming an entire race and calling the entire race of people names doesnt help anyone.

on top of this, being "white" is a very large category. according to the wikipedia page on "Caucasian Race" (which, is a whole other racist issue), white people (typically) come from "all or parts of Europe, Western Asia, Central Asia, South Asia, North Africa, and the Horn of Africa." according to that source, that is 152 countries, to be exact. according to The Global Economy, the average population size of a country in 2022, based on 196 countries, was 40.31 million people.

now, ive seen and experienced racism my entire life. ive been told that its my fault for slavery because i have white skin. ive been thrown around and mocked relentlessly for having white skin. when i was in the church, i prayed every night and every day, and everytime i went to church and asked to be blessed, i begged endlessly to look more like my hispanic dad. to maybe even be able to tan. to not be white. because where i grew up, i was the only white kid. my mom grew up there too, and so did my dad, and my brother, and my sister. i was barely 5 years old when i realized that everyone at my neighbor's quinceañera didnt want to be around me because i was white, despite them literally being there and meeting me when i was born. when my brother was born. knowing my dad and his family their entire life.

i know intimately well that this is not a common experience, and it never will be. but i also know, intimately well, that everytime i heard one of my black friends after i moved states tell me they wish they were white, or light skinned, i didnt understand why they would want to be white. i hated being white. being white could very easily turn into my death where i grew up. but i understood their want, their sad want to be like everyone around them, even if it meant hating themselves for something they couldnt change.

my experience is not universal, and i bet its even a rare one. does that mean i dont deserve positivity? do i not deserve to be told i am allowed to love myself for things i cannot change? we do this with gender, sexuality, disability, and so much more. we do this with race too, but for everyone but white people.

i think there should be an equal amount of positivity for everybody of every race.

i am not in the wrong for thinking that white people deserve some positivity.

the whole should not be at blame for the individal.

and i say all of this as someone who is mixed, and HAS experienced racism for being hispanic, on top of racism for being white.

everyones experiences deserve to be heard. shutting down anyones voices on the topic of experiencing racism of all things, is a straight shot to shutting down EVERYONES voices about experiencing racism.

(small edit, added a link i missed regarding the global economy website!)

[basil-does-arttt]

@lambsonburn

I really hope they do, with Dante especially. We've gotten glimpses of it at times (an example: in DMC 1 when he's in tears over Trish's "death", beating himself up over it because he "should have saved her". Even 20 years on from that incident, he still feels guilty over what happened -Personally i think him saying he "should have saved her" wasn't just in reference to that moment, but also in reference to the house fire when he was a kid - even when none of it was his fault at all.) but the games, or the mangas/books/the anime really, have never really explored his trauma in as much depth as they have with Vergil.

Again, they've touched on it, but they havent done a deep-dive into it.

With Vergil too, i hope that if we do get another game, they expand on his dynamic with Dante. Its clear from VoV that he's jealous of Dante to some degree, being that Dante always seems to win and end up being "the better twin" no matter what's thrown at them, and he resents him for it. But at the same time, he loves his little brother to the ends of the earth and back, and was even willing to throw his life on the line if it meant giving Dante a better chance at living happily (DMC 3, when Vergil falls into hell and confronts Mundus, he throws Yamato's sheath away. I've touched on it a little before, but that essentially is him saying "i know i'm not going to come back from this battle". Also, i can't remember exactly what i read, but i saw a post on here that detailed Vergil's motivation behind wanting to stay in hell, and it said basically the same thing. If i can find the post ill add it here in an edit.)

In Dante's case, he misses his brother and wants nothing more than to have him back in his life, and go back to the good days when they were kids. But at the same time he knows those days have long since died, and its impossible for things to go back to exactly the way they were before: Vergil has done some terrible things, which is an understatement really, and although i don't believe it was ever his intention to cause that much damage, that doesn't change the facts. At the end of DMC 5, there's no telling (for us and for Dante) if Vergil is a changed man, or if he's just going to relapse straight back into these destructive ways as soon as he gets out of hell. Dante wants Vergil back, yes, but he's also prepared to end his life if it means protecting humanity. We've seen this in DMC 3, and a little in DMC 5 when V and Urizen first merge together.

The two of them being stuck in hell together i think is a perfect opportunity to explore those feelings.

You could be boring and do this through cutscenes and verbal exposition during gameplay… but i think a way more interesting way to do it would be through environmental and audio storytelling. And maybe a bit of gameplay too. (And dialouge too, a little bit.) Hell is a freaky place. It doesn't seem to have one set appearance (in DMC 1 it was fleshy and gross, in DMC 3 it looked more like what you'd expect heaven to look like, in DMC 2 it was some alternate firey space dimension, in DMC 4 there seemed to be multiple seperate hells all connected to the human world via the hell gates, and in DMC 5 we see hell looks almost like a white meadow leading to the main Qliphoth.) So theres a lot you could do with environments i think.

One idea i've been floating around in my head is the twins going through this house of mirrors sort of location, but the mirrors are reflecting different aspects of their traumas. They travel through all these different reflections, maybe through each other's individual traumas too, and eventually come out the other side to take out one of the many Qliphoth roots they came to hell to deal with in the first place.

I also would like to see some more information on Sparda, while the twins are in hell. As Vergil said in DMC 3, that was his home after all. Maybe just some little environmental bits here and there, or at the very least some confirmation on wether the guy is dead or not.

This is all assuming we even GET another DMC game, of course. And personally, i don't really see it happening any time soon. With Itsuno gone and all, and the focus being on the anime (and Capcom's undying love for RE remakes), i think it'll be a few years at the very least before we get another installment into the series.

In the distant future, we might get another game. If Capcom appoints a new director (who, fingers crossed, doesn't steer the series toward another DMC 2 or reboot levels of characterization and/or story catastrophe) and actually gives a shit about the series anymore. but again, i don't think its gonna happen any time soon.

(Also adding to the fact that DMC 5 kind of wrapped up the story in it's own way… there is always a chance the devs could just leave things how they were in the end of DMC 5. Nero stays in the human world as humanity's new protector, the Qliphoth is defeated, and the twins live out the rest of their days in hell, together at last just like old times. Remember Nero said that they couldn't come back if they went down to kill the roots.)

(also also, and this might just be me, but it seems like the devs are trying really hard to make Nero the main character of DMC instead of Dante. Dante's main storyline is pretty much finished at this point (i mean you can only have him kill a demon god so many times before it gets boring) and Nero is still quite young, with a brand new devil form to boot at the end of DMC 5 as well. This is to say, if there was a new game, my bet is that it will be focused mainly on Nero again, and maybe a couple of segments with the twins if the devs decide to keep them around… i hope they do personally, but what the audience wants from a story is not always what the devs want from a story, and in the end it's ultimately up to said devs to continue the story how they want to, or to end it entirely. so.)

Hi :D Does anybody have any DMC related questions? i want to get back into posting about it here, but i have no clue on what to yap about oof.

[godheadjones]

33 for the mini story thing bc I have no clue what that word means 😁❤

Nova held on to his hand. "So, how was it?"

Adrian smiled at her brightly. "Nova, it's brilliant."

She glowed, blushing as he complimented her cooking. "Really? You really think so?"

"Yes, Nova," he confirmed. "In fact, I'd say it's absolutely saccharine."

"Saccharine?" Nova asked, the thought of Adrian using such a large word confusing her. "I didn't know you knew what that was."

Adrian pecked her lips. "Of course I know what it is! I'd describe you as saccharine any day of the week."

Nova laughed. "Then you really don't know what it means. But I love you all the same."

[swampdrive]

how expensive food can get when you have multiple food allergies/dietary restrictions vs. Being able to eat and purchase normal food like a normal person is honestly so fucking wild sometimes

[breserker]

for the keen eyed, while i had already been talking about it with my doctor, yes the election made me go out and expedite getting it just in case. Im told it lasts 5 years. I had 2 types of local anasthesia and felt nothing when it went in

i did rip the pressure bandage off yesterday some 30ish hours after insertion and i kiiiinnndaaa wish i didnt? but i think its fine, its just now brushing up against shit its so sensitive it hurty (but only when i touch things with the underarm) thisll go away with time.

i did it primarily to treat period pain from pcos, im prepared for breakthrough bleeding which doesnt bother me and i have reusable pads at this point anyway. oral bc makes me violently ill and thus far while i can tell its working at least i havent genuinely thrown up like oral bc does to me. that being said, i felt like i was insane on PMS yesterday (far too soon for next period) and the pms fatigue was also there. i did feel a bit queasy but nothing extreme enough, all things which i expect will stabilize in time

how tf can i tolerate the pain of a multisession back tattoo but getting the arm implant thing is making me lose my fuckign mind i want to take the pressure bandage off so bad

[isa-ah]

i might be like a soft touch or whining a lot for the next couple weeks cause the end of the year really rawdogs my ass so just look the other way if im embarrassing ok

[17x17x17rubixcube]

Haha guess who’s got her sisters sickness

It’s meeeeeeee