#she owns a platypus.

[mammalsofaction]

Y'know what would be really funny? If each of the Flynn Fletcher siblings KNOW/have suspicions about Perry's secret, but they each keep it to themselves for individual reasons. It's been pointed out before that Perry can get REALLY reckless sometimes, and other times the boys are too clever/know Perry way too well.

-CANDACE has actually seen and interacted with Perry in secret agent mode, particularly during the time she thought she was high off her rocker and Perry had to save her from a self destructing volcano. She's had dreams where Perry was a secret agent in them.

-She doesn't bring it up or think about it much bc she just has like. A lot of other more pressing priorities most of the time, which is so valid. Also I lowkey thinks she suspects she's got a hallucination problem, like with the Zebra? I get why she doesn't talk about it out loud: she sounds crazy enough to her mother as is without suddenly talking about how their exotic pet is a sentient secret agent in a fedora.

-FERB figured it out almost immediately that day he and Phineas accidentally fell into Perry's lair and they pretended to be "secret agents" for the day. HE knows he didnt make that lair. Everything was almost toddler sized, but functionally and professionally equipped for a working adult. There were only two "P" s in the family, and it clearly wasn't Phineas. Also? Everything was Platypus themed. He put two and two together.

-I figure he doesn't talk about it bc he lowkey knows why Perry doesn't tell them. He and Phineas have a lot of faith in Perry, and Ferb is a lot less emotional. If Perry refuses to tell them about his double life and where he goes, hes just gonna trust him.

-Im pretty sure PHINEAS subconsciously knows about the secret agent thing. From where? Africa. He 💯 spotted Perry in secret agent mode on the other side of the gulf while hanging from that vine, and between his siblings Phineas is CLEARLY the one who knows what Perry looks like best. He can pick Perry out from colour and smell from every other brown eyed teal platypus in the entire tri-state area. He not only recognizes his paw prints: he knows Perry's healthy weight distribution on them to know whether or not hes injured or limping. Like....my boy can be oblivious and autistic 98% of the time, but Phin is also REALLY self aware and trusting of his own eyes and instincts.

-He doesn't talk about it because hes in denial 👍

[maddymoreau]

[misceroni-and-cheese]

just another manic Monday… I miss sigma sunday... just another torturous tuesday… how about women wednesday… I love trans women thursday… can’t wait for so cool women saturday..

[nuttyrabbit]

So I decided to put together an IDW Sonic characterization tier list. It got a bit harder than I thought

[misceroni-and-cheese]

I thought my cat was holding out on me for a sec

[whor3ing]

15 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 2 | 𝑪.𝑺 & 𝑴.𝑺

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ 15 MINUTES , SABRINA CARPENTER

Chris Sturniolo! & Matt Sturniolo! x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut,part two of two, build-up, threesome (no incest ofc ew), taking turns with you, possessive, praise, safeword establishment, begging, fingering, unprotected sex, eventual double penetration, making a forgotten bet with your body, spitting (in mouth), edging, usage of "slut"

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IN WHICH.. a drunken confession to your best friend Matt at a party turns into a heated competition when his brother Chris gets involved. Now, they’re both determined to satisfy you first.

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word count : 5.6k ♡

part one

Your legs are shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps as Chris' fingers dig into your hips, keeping you still. His fingers are glistening with your juices, the sticky warm lubricant gliding against your own thigh as he holds you close, keeping you grounded.

“Look at you,” Matt murmurs, running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip from his spot in front of you on the floor. “Already so fucked out, and we’re just getting started.”

Chris smirks, his grip tightening as he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear. “Bet you thought you were done, huh? Thought we would just tease you and send you away? hmm..” His voice is low, teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Matt hums in agreement, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your bare skin. “We’re nowhere near done, sweetheart.”

You whimper, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable. Your body is already trembling, hypersensitive from their relentless touch, but the way they look at you— their eyes hungry, possessive—makes it clear they have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Chris presses a kiss to your shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring as he murmurs, “You still with us, baby?”

You nod, a breathy yes slipping past your lips, but Matt isn’t convinced. His fingers skim over your thigh, touch slow, grounding. “Before we go any further, we need to talk about something.”

Chris pulls back slightly, brow furrowing. “What’s up?”

Matt meets his brother’s gaze, then looks at you, his voice softer, serious. “I just wanna make sure we’re all good. That you feel safe with us.”

“I know,” he says, squeezing your knee, “but I wanna be sure. We should set a safe word. Something easy to remember, just in case.”

Chris tilts his head, smirking. “Yeah, good call. Something obvious.”

“Like stop?” you offer.

Matt snorts. “Too basic. In the heat of the moment, we need something you wouldn’t just say by accident.”

Chris hums, thinking. “What about ‘pineapple’?”

Matt groans. “Dude, that’s so overused.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Okay, then what do you suggest?”

Matt pretends to think hard, tapping his chin. “Something random. Like… platypus.”

Chris barks out a laugh. “Platypus?! You really think she’s gonna be able to say that if she needs to?”

“Fine, fine,” Matt concedes, rolling his eyes. “What about spaghetti?”

Chris grins. “I like spaghetti.”

You shake your head, amused. “You would.”

Matt looks at you expectantly. “Well? You like it?”

You giggle, biting your lip. “Sure. Spaghetti.”

Chris leans in, grinning against your skin. “Better hope you never get a craving in the middle of this, then.”

Matt chuckles, squeezing your hip. “Alright, sweetheart. Now that we got that settled…” He lets his fingers trail up your inner thigh, voice dropping as he murmurs, “Why don’t we put it to the test?”

Without a word, Matt stands up slowly, fingers gripping the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric hits the floor, forgotten, as he looks down at you with a smirk.

His chest is all smooth, taut skin stretched over firm muscle, the kind that comes from just living—from skateboarding, laughing, wrestling with his brothers. He isn’t bulky, but every line is defined, his pecs firm beneath a light dusting of freckles, a faint tan line barely visible where his shirt usually sits.

Chris lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Show-off,” he mutters, though the amusement in his voice is unmistakable.

Matt just shrugs, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweats. “Jealous?”

Chris chuckles, leaning in close to you again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not even a little,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. “Especially not when I already know how this is gonna end.”

Matt arches a brow, tilting his head. “Oh yeah? You that confident?”

Chris smirks, his grip tightening slightly. “I don’t lose bets.”

Matt steps forward, his gaze locked onto yours as he reaches for you, his fingers skimming along your sides before his hands settle on your waist.

His touch is firm but teasing, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against your heated skin.

“You don’t lose bets?” he echoes, amusement lacing his words as he leans in. “Guess I’ll just have to make this one your first.”

Before Chris can fire back, Matt dips his head, his lips finding the your breasts. He moves slowly at first, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath warm and teasing. Then, without warning, he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.

A gasp escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

Chris hums in approval, his hands still gripping your waist as he watches, his thumbs pressing into your hips. His grip tightens, fingers kneading into your skin as he watches Matt work on your tits. “She likes that,” he murmurs, a soft chuckle in his tone.

Matt smirks against your skin before sucking harder, his tongue swirling slow and deliberate around your nipple. His hands roam, one slipping to the small of your back, pressing you closer, the other kneading your other breast, fingers teasing against the neglected bud.

Your breath comes in uneven gasps, every nerve ending sparking under their attention. Chris’ hands slide up your waist, his fingers ghosting over your ribs before moving higher, cupping your breasts from behind. He palms them, thumbs grazing low against the shape of your tits, adding to the heat already pooling low in your stomach.

Matt pulls back just enough to flick his tongue against your nipple again, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “She’s already squirming,” he notes with a grin, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Think we should start the clock yet?”

Chris hums, his thumbs circling over your sensitive peaks as he considers. “Mm, not yet,” he decides, voice low and teasing. “I think she needs to be a little more desperate first.”

Matt chuckles, his breath warm against your skin as he presses another open-mouthed kiss to your breast. “You hear that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over your nipple once more before lightly scraping his teeth against it. “Better start begging if you want us to get this bet going.”

Chris grins, rolling your nipples between his fingers, relishing the way your body jolts in response. “Or maybe we just keep teasing you all night and call it a draw,” he muses, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Wouldn’t that be cruel?”

Your body betrays you, arching into their touch, a whimper slipping from your lips as the ache between your thighs grows unbearable.

Matt watches you closely, his free hand trailing down your stomach, fingers toying with the waistband of whatever little clothing you have left. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he coaxes, his voice smoother than honey. “Tell us how bad you want it.”

You swallow hard, your breath coming in short, needy gasps as Matt’s fingers tease just below your stomach, so close to the one place you need him most.

Chris pinches your nipples lightly, making you jolt in his hold, a smug chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Look at her,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “Already falling apart, and we haven’t even started yet.”

Matt smirks, dragging his knuckles over your lower stomach, so close but not nearly enough. “I dunno, Chris,” he muses, tilting his head as if considering. “Maybe we should just take our time with her. Really make her work for it.”

A frustrated whine escapes you, your hips shifting instinctively, searching for any kind of friction. “Please,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris hums, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Please, what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your pride warring with your desperation. But when Matt dips his fingers just beneath the waistband of your underwear, barely grazing your sensitive skin, you break. “Please, start the bet,” you whimper. “I need it.”

Chris grins against your skin. “That’s our girl.”

Matt chuckles darkly, finally slipping his hand lower. “Three minutes each,” he reminds Chris, his fingers just barely parting your slick folds. “Let’s see who can edge her the longest.”

Chris pulls back just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand, unlocking it with a smirk. “I’ll start the timer,” he says, amusement lacing his voice. “Don’t go too easy on her, Matty.”

Matt’s fingers dip lower, teasing at your entrance but never pushing in, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. “Oh, don’t worry,” he murmurs, eyes dark with mischief as he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your neck.

“I plan on making every second count.”

Chris swipes at his screen, setting the timer before locking eyes with Matt. “Three minutes,” he announces, his voice dropping. “Starting now.”

The soft beep of the timer is the only warning you get before Matt moves, slipping two fingers inside you with a smooth, practiced ease, your body falling against Chris' chest as his veiny hands curl inside of you.

Your body clenches around him instinctively, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he curls his fingers even more, immediately searching for that spot that will have you unraveling in seconds.

Chris watches with a wicked grin, his hands running over your sides, down your stomach, adding to the overstimulation. “Already reacting so well,” he murmurs. “Think she’ll last?”

Matt pumps his fingers slow, deliberate, his thumb brushing against your clit in featherlight strokes that have your thighs trembling. “She better,” he muses.

A desperate whimper escapes you as Matt curls his fingers just right, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through you as his fingertips pulse against your g-spot.

Your thighs twitch, body arching, but Chris is right there, keeping you steady against him, his breath hot against your skin.

“Shit, she’s squeezing my fingers so tight,” Matt groans, his pace quickening just slightly. His dark eyes flicker up to yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You that close already, baby?”

Chris presses a kiss just below your ear, his voice a low whisper. “Don’t give in yet,” he teases. “You wouldn’t want to lose the first round, would you?”

Matt slows his movements just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watches you struggle. “Come on, sweetheart,” he coos, his fingers dragging out of you almost entirely before plunging back in, deeper this time. “You can hold out for me, can’t you?”

Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto as the pleasure builds dangerously high. Chris chuckles against your neck, his grip on your waist tightening. “She’s trying so hard,” he murmurs, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, teasing them with just enough pressure to make you squirm. “Think she’ll break before the timer runs out?”

Matt’s smirk widens. “Guess we’ll find out.” His thumb presses more firmly against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that have your body trembling against Chris’. The coil in your stomach tightens, your walls fluttering around his fingers as the pleasure surges.

The timer beeps.

Matt immediately pulls away, slipping his fingers from you with an infuriating slowness. “Time’s up,” he announces, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

Chris growls lowly, shifting you in his lap as he reaches for the phone. “My turn.”

You shiver, unable to control the way your body reacts to the two of them. Each of their touches, their movements, the way they effortlessly keep you on the edge — it’s almost too much.

Chris takes the phone from Matt, his fingers tapping the screen as he resets the timer. His other hand grips your waist, holding you firmly against him as his breath ghosts over your neck, taking the same place where Chris has just been.

“You ready, sweetheart?” His voice is low, teasing, as his he sets down the phone, his hand moving up to hold your neck, his thumb rubbing soft slow circles over your skin.

You nod, though it’s hardly a choice. Chris’ hands are on you—one gripping your thigh to keep you spread open, the other dipping between your legs without hesitation.

“Already so fucking wet god slut,” he mutters, fingers sliding through the slick mess Matt left behind. He traces slow, lazy strokes over your clit, barely applying pressure, just enough to keep you on edge.

Matt leans in from the side, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Think you can hold out?”

It’s a challenge, one that makes your stomach tighten, makes your body tense as Chris’ fingers suddenly slip inside, curling just right.

The timer ticks down, but Chris isn’t playing fair—he’s relentless, fingers pumping, thumb circling your clit in a way that has your thighs shaking. Your nails dig into Matt's thick tattooed forearm as you moan, your grip strong against his arm as you squirm beneath them both.

Matt chuckles beside you, his thumb grazing your lip. “You gonna let him wreck you, princess?”

Before you can answer, Chris shifts, his hands gripping your thighs as he slides down between them. He spreads you open again, his breath hot against your soaked aching pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, taking in the mess between your legs. “All this for us?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his mouth is on you—hot, wet, and completely overwhelming. His tongue flicks over your clit before flattening, dragging a slow, torturous path up your slit. You jolt, your back arching, a breathless moan slipping past your lips.

Chris hums against you, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your core. “So sweet,” he mutters before diving back in, his tongue working you over like he’s starving for it.

Matt watches with a smug grin, his fingers brushing over your throat before trailing down, stopping just above your breasts. “God, you sound so pretty,” he muses. “Bet you could come just from his mouth, huh?”

Chris groans in agreement, pulling away just enough to mutter, “She’s gonna.” Then, without warning, he sucks your clit into his mouth, his fingers slipping inside you again, curling perfectly against that spot that has you keening.

Your nails dig deeper into Matt’s forearm, your body writhing beneath them as the pleasure builds impossibly fast. “Oh my God—Chris, please—”

Chris lifts his head just enough to smirk up at you, his lips glistening. “Please what? Say it, baby.” His fingers thrust into you harder, his tongue teasing just enough to drive you insane.

Your head falls back against Matt’s shoulder, a whimper spilling from your lips. “Please let me come.”

Chris chuckles darkly. “That’s cute,” he taunts, his tongue flicking against you again, his fingers never slowing. “You gotta let me win this though.. hmm ma, you gotta hold all that come in for me so when you win for us, I can treat you..."

Chris slows his movements just enough to make you whine, dragging his tongue over you in lazy strokes, his fingers still deep inside you but barely moving. "You hear me, baby?" he murmurs, his voice muffled against your dripping cunt. "You want me to win, don’t you?"

Matt’s grip tightens around your throat, tilting your head back against his shoulder "Nah pretty girl, you want me to win don't you hmm?," he muses, his lips brushing your ear. "Why don't you just let it all out... hmm yeah? Come all over his tongue for me, mm.. make me a winner, sweetheart."

Chris groans against you, his fingers twitching inside your soaked pussy. He lifts his head just enough to shoot Matt a glare, lips glistening, chin wet with your arousal. “The fuck you think you’re doing, bro?” he grumbles, his voice rough. “She’s mine right now.”

Matt just smirks, his grip on your throat firm but not constricting, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin. “Nah, I think she wants to give it to me,” he teases, his voice deep and smooth. “You hear that, baby? You gonna come for me?”

Your body is a mess of tension, caught between them, between their words, their touch, their relentless torment. Chris’ fingers are still inside you, teasing, pressing right against your g-spot but the pace is excruciatingly slow—just enough to keep you desperate, just enough to keep you from falling over the edge.

Chris lets out a low chuckle, his tongue flicking out to lap at you again, slow and deliberate. “You let go now, ma, you lose for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your throbbing clit. “You wanna lose for me? After everything I just gave you, only a filthy fucking girl would come right now, that's not you is it?”

Matt hums beside you, dragging his lips along the curve of your jaw. “Or, you could be a good girl for me and let it all out,” he taunts, his fingers slipping down your stomach, teasing, never quite touching where you need him. “So fucking pretty when you fall apart.”

Your breath hitches, a whimper spilling from your lips. You can’t think, can’t focus—your body is shaking, your muscles tight, your orgasm hovering just out of reach.

The timer beeps.

Chris lets out a low, frustrated groan, his fingers slipping from you agonizingly slow, leaving you empty and trembling. His lips are slick, his mouth still parted like he doesn’t want to stop. His dark eyes flick up to Matt, a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Your turn, better hope you don't fuckin' lose, that pussy is so fucking sloppy," he mutters.

Matt hums, releasing his grip on your throat as he shifts, standing just long enough to shove his sweats and boxers down. Your breath catches as he settles back behind you, his hands immediately gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"You did so good for me, pretty girl," Matt murmurs against your ear, his voice deep, smooth, teasing. His fingers trail down your stomach, grazing the sensitive skin between your thighs. "Holding all that in for so long… now, you just have to last for me.."

Matt's grip tightens on your hips as he presses himself against you, his breath hot against your ear. "Think you can handle that, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement, with challenge.

Chris scoffs from in front of you, his eyes dark, his lips still slick from everything he just did to you. "Doubt it," he mutters, his fingers lazily tracing along your thigh, possessive even when it’s not his turn. "She was already falling apart for me—no way she’s making it through you."

Matt chuckles, his grip shifting as he drags his fingers through the mess Chris left behind. "Mm, I dunno," he muses, teasing you, making you squirm. "I think she wants to be good for me."

Chris leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours. "That true, baby?" he murmurs, eyes flicking between yours. "You gonna be good for him? Or are you still all fucked out from me?"

Your breath stutters, your body still pulsing, still trembling with need. Matt doesn't wait for an answer—his fingers press into your skin, his grip firm as he positions you just how he wants.

His cock is thick against your entrance, precum spilling out from his tip and dripping against his shaft as his hands linger on your hips, holding your dripping cunt right above his hard cock. He grunts, pushing his hips up to grind his cock against your pussy, coating it with your juices. The feeling is electrifying, sending tingles through your body.

Matt's fingers dig into your hips, his grip tightening as he pulls you closer, his cock rubbing against your clit. His large hands move against your thighs to spread you open and you barely have time to suck in a breath before he pushes inside, stretching you open around his cock in one deep, brutal thrust.

You whimper almost immediately, feeling his cock swell inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing directly against your g-spot, raw, his precum coating against your insides.

Matt's hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move inside you. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one pushing deeper into your body, stretching you wider. You can feel the head of his dick brush against your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through you that course through your body.

Your breath comes in short gasps as you try to adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely, all by your absolute best friend.

Chris sits beside you on the bed, watching you with that smirk of his. His eyes burn with anticipation as Matt takes control, his body pressing into yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as Matt pounds into your drenched pussy, again and again, fucking you so good.

"You look so good like this," Chris murmurs, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His hand slides to your neck, gently gripping it, but not enough to cut off your air.

He enjoys watching you squirm, the way your body reacts to both of them. "You like it when Matt fucks you, don’t you? But you can’t forget, I’m still here... in control."

Matt’s pace doesn’t slow, his hips desperately bucking up into you as he groans behind you, buried deep inside of your pussy.

"You think you can keep quiet while Matt pounds into you like that?" he taunts, his voice low and rough, "remember all the people just right outside that door.. hmm ma?if they came in everyone would see you like this, hmm?

You gasp as Matt’s hips meet yours again, the force of his movements driving you crazy. But Chris isn’t done. His hand moves lower, brushing against your side as he leans in close, lips against your neck.

"Stay with me," he commands, the intensity in his voice matching the rhythm of Matt’s thrusts. "I know, that cock feels so good, doesn't it? mmh yeah? Come on it for me, make him lose.. hmm?

You want it, don’t you?" he murmurs, his fingers trailing up your throat before his hand grips your jaw. "You’re so fucking perfect when you’re desperate." His thumb brushes your lower lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he leans in, his lips crashing against yours for a searing kiss. But this time, he pulls back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he spits directly into your mouth, his wet saliva dripping directly onto your tongue, wet and warm.

"Swallow," he commands, his voice rough. "You’re mine. Every part of you. You’ll take whatever I give you."

The timer beeps again, and the room seems to shift as the focus turns back to Chris. He grins, the smug satisfaction in his eyes undeniable as he slides closer to you on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate.

"It’s my turn now," he says, his voice low and commanding, as he pushes you back against the bed with ease. His eyes flicker to Matt, who stops for a moment, allowing Chris to take full control of the situation.

Chris doesn’t waste any time, taking everything off without even giving you so much as a look, he flips you over with ease. Smiling as he positions you on all fours in front of him, your pussy glistening as he positions himself between your legs.

"You’ve been so fucking good for me," he murmurs, his lips grazing your neck. "Now, I want you to take me just like you did with Matt, yeah?"

He trails kisses along your skin, his voice rough as his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His eyes lock with yours as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing for just a moment before he slides inside you, stretching you open in a way that has you gasping.

"You feel so fucking good," Chris groans, his movements slow at first, savoring every inch of you. "You’re gonna take me just like that. Like you want it so badly, like you need it."

Chris keeps his pace slow, torturous, making you feel every inch of him as he stretches you open. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips before trailing up to your back, pressing down just enough to arch you further.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. "Taking me so well. Just like I knew you would."

Behind you, Matt watches, still catching his breath, his cock glistening with your slick as he strokes himself lazily, his eyes locked on the way Chris disappears inside you.

"You’re a fucking mess," Matt mutters, his voice dripping with amusement. "She was already so wrecked for me, and now you’re just ruining her, huh?"

Chris chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into your skin as he starts to thrust harder, deeper. "That’s the point, isn’t it? She wants this. Wants to be used, filled up—fucked until she can’t take anymore."

You whimper at his words, the pleasure overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him. He’s relentless now, pounding into you, his grip bruising as he pulls you back onto his cock, meeting each thrust with force.

"Come on, baby," Chris taunts, his voice rough. "Give me those pretty sounds. Let Matt hear how good I’m fucking you."

Your moans spill out uncontrollably, your body shuddering as Chris slams into you, over and over, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you bury your head against the mattress, moaning into the soft velvet sheets.

"Time’s up."

Matt’s tone is firm, controlled—but there’s an edge to it, something possessive simmering beneath the surface. You barely process his words before you feel Chris tense behind you, his thrusts faltering for just a second before he growls lowly.

"Fuck that," Chris snaps, his grip tightening as he slams into you harder, ignoring the invisible boundary that’s just been set. "She’s not done. I’m not done."

Matt scoffs, standing up from his seat. "That’s not how this works, Chris." His voice is sharp now, the tension between them thick and electric. "You had your time."

Chris doesn’t stop, doesn’t even acknowledge him beyond a dark chuckle. He presses his chest against your back, his lips brushing your ear. "You don’t want me to stop, do you?"

You can barely think, the pleasure consuming every ounce of your logic, but Matt isn’t having it. Within seconds, he’s stepping in, yanking Chris back by his shoulder. The force makes Chris stumble slightly, pulling out of you with a frustrated growl.

"The fuck is your problem?" Chris snaps, glaring at Matt.

Matt glares right back, his jaw clenched. "My problem? You act like rules don’t apply to you. Like I’m just supposed to sit back and watch while you do whatever the fuck you want."

Chris smirks, licking his lips as he steps closer, challenging. "You mad ‘cause I was making her fall apart first?"

The tension is suffocating now, heat of a different kind crackling between them as they stand chest to chest. You’re left breathless, your body still trembling from the denied climax, watching as the two brothers stare each other down.

Then, without warning, Matt’s hand shoots out, grabbing Chris by the jaw. "If you don’t back the fuck off, I’ll take what’s mine right now."

Chris grins, unbothered. "Then do it."

“Just want to make sure you’re good,” he murmurs, his other hand sliding down your body, resting lightly on your hip. “If you’re not, we stop. I need you to be sure.”

You feel your heart race, the honesty in his voice only turning you on more. “I’m sure, Matt. I need both of you,” you say, your voice more confident now, the ache inside you undeniable.

Chris watches the exchange with a dark smirk, clearly enjoying the power dynamic at play, but he doesn’t push—waiting, giving Matt space to make sure you’re truly ready.

Matt’s lips curl into a faint smile, his hand sliding down between your legs, checking how wet you are, the warmth of his touch sending a shudder through your body. “You’re ready,” he murmurs with a satisfied look, before glancing at Chris.

“Let’s do this.”

Chris nods, his own smirk widening as he steps closer, his fingers lightly tracing down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“Ready to take both of us, baby?” Chris growls low, his lips brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you again.

Matt kneels down in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face as he locks eyes with you. “Tell me if it’s too much. We go slow.” His voice is soothing, though there’s a hunger beneath it.

You’re already a mess, desperate, and the idea of having both of them—together—has you dizzy with need. You can barely form words, but you manage to whisper, “I want both of you... please.”

With that, Matt shifts into position sliding beneath you, your body resting on top of his, his cock pressing up to meet your swollen clit. He guides you gently to take him in as Chris slowly pushes further inside you from behind, both of them stretching your pussy out on their thick cocks.

Your breath catches at the stretch, at the overwhelming fullness of having them both, but Matt’s hands on you, his steady presence, help ground you as you adjust.

“Fuck, you feel so good fuckin' slut taking both of us in that pussy s'well,” Chris growls, his hands holding your hips firmly as he starts to move, pulling back only to slam in again, while Matt keeps his pace steady, watching your reactions with his hands firm on your thighs.

“You’re taking both of us so well,” Matt praises, his voice rough but tender as he checks in again. “You okay?”

You nod, the pleasure starting to build again, your body instinctively moving with them, your moans coming faster now. “Yes... I’m okay, just keep going.”

Matt's hands move up to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples as he continues to watch you intently. " You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours.

Chris's hips start to pick up the pace, his cock throbbing inside you as he matches Matt's rhythm. You feel the pleasure building, your body arching towards them both.

The sensation of being filled by two men at once is overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

As you moan louder, Chris leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're ours, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You'll always be ours.. mm that pussy will always belong to us."

"We're going to fill you up so good, make you scream our names while we both fuck you like this, pretty girl."

Your mind goes blank as pleasure overtakes everything, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and their whispered praises, leaving only your frantic voice murmuring both of their names like it's the only thing left in your vocabulary.

With a final thrust, both of them pull out, Chris' breath is ragged as he spills his warmth onto your skin, right on your ass. His cum drips down your thighs as Matt pumps his cock a few more times; his sticky release coating your stomach as he groans against you, his body shuttering.

The sensation of your pussy empty without them lingering like a gentle burn against your skin, your cunt sore and so stretched out as you all catch your breath.

Chris groans, his cheeks red as he slumps over your ass, his cock dripping with your juices and Matt whimpers, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat matted into his hair as the rest of his cum drips down against his shaft.

Chris lets out a breathless chuckle, his sweaty body still draped over you.“Wait... so who won this bet, exactly?”

Matt blinks a few times, glancing at Chris, then down at you. “I mean... we all came at the same time, right? Wasn’t the whole point to see who could edge her the longest?” He shakes his head, still trying to process what happened.

You raise an eyebrow, doing your best to hold in your laughter. “Well, if you’re asking who won... I guess that would be me.”

Chris gapes at you, confusion quickly morphing into disbelief. “What? How did you—”

Matt cuts him off with a loud groan. “This is a disaster. We were supposed to outlast you, not... whatever that was.”

You grin, rolling your eyes playfully. “Hey, I didn’t make the rules. You guys did.”

Chris chuckles, clearly defeated. “Yeah, yeah... but next time, we’re picking a less... complicated bet. Something like... I don’t know, who can make the worst joke or something.”

Matt snorts. “Or who can make you come the most. Simpler stuff.”

You laugh, wiping a few stray tears of amusement from your eyes. “Deal. But I still won.”

Matt sighs, pulling you into his chest with a smirk. “Alright, alright. Rematch it is. We’re doing something totally ridiculous next time.”

Chris looks at you and shakes his head, sweat coating his hair. “You’re way too good at this. I’m calling a rematch and this time—I’m winning ma, not you.”

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[agentlizardofowca]

"Bubbles"

May I get a drabble about Perry having to kiss Heinz to either protect his identity or just keep Heinz quiet?

Thanks for reading! Feel free to delete for whatever reason ♡

Hiiiii, Thanks for the nice asks and thank you for your patience. That time Perry and Doofenshmirtz bumped into Major Monogram and Carl in the supermarket was bad enough. Now, imagine Perry’s frustration when Heinz dragged him along to the supermarket again, this time to buy nougat and toothpaste. He was just minding his own business, trying to convince Heinz to buy a nicer shampoo than the cheapest one, and reading the ingredients on a bottle when a very familiar voice rang out behind him.

“Perry?” 

It was Linda.

Perry turned, lightning-quick, and came face to face with Linda and Candace, who were looking at him in surprise. 

“Hi.” She continued, eyeing him up and down in his work outfit. “My, don’t you look professional today.” 

He barely had enough time to do a nervous little wave before Heinz caught on to the conversation behind him, and he turned.

“Perry? Do you know these people?” Heinz asked, and Perry turned to him vaguely aware that he was PANICKING. NOT GOOD. HEINZ AND FAMILY. BAD. VERY BAD.

“Hello?” Linda said politely. “Do you know Perry?” 

Candace hadn’t seemed interested in the situation initially, but her uncle didn’t seem to know anybody. Him being in the supermarket with a stranger was perhaps the most exciting thing Perry had ever done in his miserable and boring life.

“Do I know Perry?” Heinz repeated thoughtfully, unaware that his nemesis had stopped breathing. “Yeah, of course I do.”

“Oh, well. Nice to meet you,” Linda said, extending one hand for Heinz to shake. “Although.” She looked at Heinz curiously. “Have we met before?”

Heinz accepted the gesture and shook Linda’s hand. “I have to be super honest with you. I am horrible with faces.” He explained. “I even forget Perry’s face sometimes. Only very rarely! But it has happened once or twice.

Despite his shock, Perry couldn’t help but crack a little smile. One of twice, his secretive ass.

“And how do you know Perry?” Linda asked conversationally, but she and her daughter both had matching curious expressions.

“Oh, you know,” Heinz explained happily, not aware that was was about to ruin Perry’s life forever. “Perry the Platypus is my secret-” Agent. The next word was going to be agent, Perry realized. He had to do something and he had to do something NOW! There was no time for a plan, he had to act. So, Perry prepared himself and followed his instincts.

Perry jolted as he suddenly sprang to action as if he had been shocked by a bolt of lightning. With both hands, he grabbed Heinz’s face, pulled him down to his level and firmly and confidently smushed their mouths together right there in the middle of the super food stuff mart.

In a sudden wave of clarity, Perry remembered that sometimes INSTINCT. BAD. Like right now. There he was, mouth to mouth with his nemesis with no further plan. He could release Heinz, but then there would be many, many questions from Candace, Linda AND HEINZ.

So, since his instinct got him into this mess, his instinct could get him out.

Still kissing, Perry dragged Heinz around the corner to the next aisle, leaving Candace and Linda right there. 

Stupified, they watched him go.

Over in the deodorant aisle, Perry released Heinz’s lips with a smack and placed him upright as Heinz stammered and stumbled, too confused by everything to speak coherently.

“I- eeh? Oh? Uh! aa.” He exclaimed.

Perry took Heinz by his slanted shoulders and shook him lightly.

“This is the weirdest dream I’ve had since that time I dreamt a tiny alien force-fed me watermelons. No. Wait. This is still stranger. Perry the platypus what was that about?!”

At least Heinz seemed to be coming back to his senses. Perry, unsure of how to explain, dug through his pockets and pulled out a pamphlet with the title “So you’ve found out your uncle is a secret agent. What now?” and pushed it into Heinz’s hand. 「Read that.」And off he went, back to the toothpaste aisle.

Linda and Candace were exactly where he had left them. Their mouths were still vaguely open in shock.

Perry smiled as innocently as he could as he jogged up to them. 「Whoopie」 He gestured at them.

Linda stared at his hands and blinked. “Whoopsie?” she repeated.

“What did you just do?!” Candace shouted. “And with him!” she gestured at the end of the aisle, where he had dragged Doof off to.

「Couldn’t help myself.」 Perry replied hysterically. 「What a stud, right?」

“... Right,” Linda replied, confused but supportive.

“NO!” Candace replied, because she was 15, always honest, and convinced something was wrong with Perry.

「Got to go!」Before he left, he grabbed a tube of toothpaste, and then he ran. Luckily for him, they didn’t even try to follow him.

Heinz was still busy reading the pamphlet when Perry returned and snatched it back. He presented him with the toothpaste, forced him into the next aisle, and refused to explain anything.

By the time he returned home to the Flynn-Fletcher residency, Perry was exhausted. But when he stepped into the kitchen he came face to face with Lawrence and Linda, who seemed to have been waiting for him.

“Oh, there you are Perry,” Linda said, and she turned to him. “Me and Lawrence are a bit worried about you.”

[dizplicity-draws]

Happy asexual awareness week!

I wanted to celebrate with these aspec icons 🖤🩶🤍💜

Characters and their canon sexuality explanations under the cut!

From left to right:

Peridot - Steven Universe: canon asexual aromantic. Peridot was confirmed to be aroace by Maya Peterson, a storyboard artist for the show. She said in a post on Twitter, “She’s not about fusion. She’s the ace and aro rep.” And true to her words, in the episode Log Date 7 15 2, peridot was shown to have a disinterest in fusion in a scene where she backed out of fusing with Garnet. I know fusion isn’t a direct allegory to romance or sex, but as an aspec person, this scene was super relatable. Also, my personal headcanon is that she is in a queer platonic relationship (qpr) with Lapis :)

Perry the Platypus - Phineas and Ferb: canon asexual. Perry was confirmed to be asexual by Dan Povenmire, a co-creator of the show. He confirmed this in a comment on TikTok, where someone asked “Hey is Perry part of LGBTQ+”, to which he replied, “Does asexual count?” Some believe he only said this because he didn’t like the idea of Perry being shipped. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still claim him!

SpongeBob - SpongeBob SquarePants: Canon asexual. In 2002, Stephen Hillenburg, the creator of SpongeBob said, “I always think of [the character] as being somewhat asexual.” Technically, this was not said as a positive reference to asexuality, but in order to deny that the character was gay. However, Nickelodeon later posted a pride month post featuring a few lgbt+ characters and SpongeBob was included. A lot of people, including myself, chose to believe this was meant to be in support of SpongeBob being canonically asexual.

Zim - Invader Zim: This one is just my own headcanon, but I wanted to include him because he’s a character that’s very important to me and, as an ace, I have always related to. Also, it’s shown in episode 3, Parent Teacher Night, that irkens reproduce by cloning rather than any natural means. And while I know that doesn’t really prove anything, I think it does add to my headcanon :)

Alastor - Hazbin Hotel: Canon asexual aromantic. Vivziepop, the creator of Hazbin Hotel first confirmed Alastor as being ace when she posted a drawing for national coming out day in 2018, which featured Alastor holding the asexual pride flag. Later, she confirmed during a Q&A that he is canonically asexual. During season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, Rosie, Alastor’s friend, jokingly calls him an “ace in the hole.”

[ask-the-eggmans]

general question here may I ask what is the Metal Virus?

Oh boy, oh boy, you're in for a treat. The Metal Virus is a story arc for the Sonic IDW comics and is basically a canon Sonic Infection AU. It's considered widely as the best Comic Arc IDW has to offer for Sonic and is pretty dark.

I definitely recommend checking out a comic dub if you're interested. There are some so good it's like watching a movie! I recommend this one: Adrenaline Dubs

Since I am doing my own AU arc inspired by this arc, I'll gloss over a few key things I'll be taking direct inspiration from in case you don't want to read it all.

Doctor Starline is a Platypus who idolized Dr. Eggman. In the comics, he's the one who takes Mr. Tinker (his amnesia alterego) and tries to revert him back to Eggman. When he does, he spends most of the arc working as his henchman.

Belle is a robot created by Mr. Tinker. Having turned back into Eggman, he leaves her. It's unclear if he even remembers creating her. (I think?) Anyway, she is a sweet lil wooden robot who ends up teaming up with team Sonic.

The Metal Virus can not affect robots. As it's... metal. So, any damage a robot takes is just normal damage.

In it of itself, the Metal Virus was created to turn people into mind controllable robots for Eggmans army, but the virus mutated and became uncontrollable.

Everyone who gets infected will still end up okay because of the conclusion of this arc. Fret not. This is just a break in the silly genre to the horror genre. It will go back.

[raining-anonymously]

rewatching pnf season 1 & 2 and here are some of the neurodivergent highlights!

“obsession rocks!!!” said at a moment when candace and stacy were gleefully bonding over their love of the bettys. the joy of new hyperfixation!!!!

“fossils! dun dun dun…” my man lawrence vocal and audio stimming let’s go!

perry crashes in, heinz doesn’t react, perry goes over to heinz and pokes him in the nose, revealing heinz is an inflatable decoy. perry immediately pokes the inflatable nose several more times! autism is stored in the platypus

jeremy tells candace he’ll call her soon, so cancace goes into waiting mode the next morning and tries to find the exact meaning of “soon.”

candace (scared of heights) on a ferris wheel. jeremy asks her what’s wrong and candace wordlessly indicates the drop. she contonues not to speak after jeremy comforts her. loss of speech!

phineas usually displays empathy, but when buford loses biff, phineas shows annoyance and doesn’t seem to empathize. nevertheless, he helps buford both with emotional support and by working to solve the problem. this is because i’m projecting fluctuating empathy onto him and also because empathy ≠ kindness.

baljeet owns a lot of books on a seemingly uninteresting topic (shoelaces). conclusion- he fixated on the topic in the past and got all the information he could find at once!

one of dr. d’s schemes is entirely because he considers the noise outside his building to be too loud and he can’t concentrate. he gets off-topic in conversation and apologizes, blaming his lack of focus on the noise. it’s harder to act neurotypical when you’re sensory overloaded, ok?

at one point heinz tells perry that there’s a tin cup inside his cage for him to play with, specifically because of the sound it makes. perry proceeds to move this tin cup around for a while.

vanessa sensory overloaded by the sound of heinz building vs heinz making incoherent sounds while he builds (vocal stimming!). in a different episode vanessa uses earbuds to deal with her dad making noise.

honorable mention: stacy and candace reading all of sherlock holmes in one night / dressing as the characters the next day

[asnowperson]

Takemiya Keiko interview about Kazeki OVA (1987)

Here's another short interview from platypus's stack of old magazines with cool interviews: Takemiya Keiko talks about Kaze to Ki no Uta Sanctus: Sei Naru Kana in the 1987 December issue of Puff.

Translation is under the cut, and please let me know if you spot my mistakes.

Kaze to Ki no Uta – OVA is finally on sale!

Takemiya Keiko Interview

“It will not ruin your image of the work, so please watch it!”

Let us first hear your thoughts on finishing this project.

Mr. Yoshikazu was sitting at the director’s chair. That alone assured me that everything would go smoothly, and I left everything to him. He read the manga thoroughly and gave the work his own interpretation. I had nothing to worry about. I didn’t have to ask him not to do a certain part in a certain way, or to avoid including too many “risqué” scenes. I can feel that he gave the work the treatment it deserves. Even the animation style was not too flashy and anime-like. The movements were more orthodox. Everything worked out perfectly, so I have nothing to say.

The background art was amazing. Did you ask them to draw them that way?

Both Mr. Yoshikazu and I thought that she’d be a  good fit, and suggested having the same person who was the art director for “Natsu e no Tobira”, but we couldn’t get a hold of her. We found out the reason later: The producer thought she was too slow, and we should give up on working with her (laughs). But when we said that she was the only person who could draw the backgrounds, she was hired to work in the project. However, she was too late to turn in the drafts. We really were in a tight spot. She might have been slow, but she really is an artist. When she can’t draw something, she just can’t. She gave it her all… Even though it was something that’d only be on screen for two seconds… If we couldn’t ask them to do something, I said I should go ahead and do it myself.

So, I gather that you drew some key animation yourself. Are manga and anime too different to draw for?

Both mediums are used basically to capture “movement,” so I think they are the same. You go with the flow, trying to capture “movement”… You think about how original you can express it. That’s a really fun undertaking. For example, even if it’s just a scene of a character turning to look back, if you strive to give it a little touch, you can really bring out an erotic feeling. That’s the stuff I’m talking about. If I had a lot of money, I would dabble more in in-between animation. I now understand why Otomo Katsuhiro-san was so obsessed with it (laughs).

I’ve seen the OVA. It felt like reading one of your works.

Do you think so? I didn’t ask him to do it, but to keep close to the atmosphere of the original work, Mr. Yoshikazu outlined the key points. He put the same things as my drawings in those scenes. But if you looked closely, you could tell that they were different. When I saw the whole thing, I thought “wow, it’s the same!” However, upon closer inspection, I found out that such scenes did not exist in the original. I even thought maybe something was wrong with me. The same also goes for the lines. “Did he ever say that? He might have said that…” But when I re-read, I see that no such line was uttered. I had so many moments like that.

What was the fans’ reaction to this OVA adaptation?

When I said it was happening, I received an equal amount of positive and negative reactions. Well, that’s only to be expected. So, like I thought, only when I said that Mr. Yoshikazu was the one directing it, I saw the real opposition. The animation director was decided on, but the VAs weren’t cast yet. When news of the production got out, I received letters saying “it’s too late, I give up!” (laughs) They said stuff like, “Here we are, so against this idea, but you still say that you’ll do it! I don’t care anymore!” I can say that there are people who definitely won’t watch it. It makes me happy to see the work being loved that much, but when people are that obsessed with it… It’s kind of scary. I sometimes go as far not seeing it as something I myself created. But well, there are still a lot of people who say “I might cry and whine, but I’ll still watch it.”

Can we have Ms.Takemiya, the creator herself, do some advertisement for the OVA?

The OVA didn’t embarrass me, so I’ll keep promoting it. I don’t think it’ll ruin your image of the work. But I know that there are people who are too nitpicky and say stuff like the lines of a character’s profile is kind of off and they hate it, or that their legs are too thin�� or that their feet look weird (laughs). In that sense, we paid extra attention to the movement itself and tried to animate the characters in a natural manner. “The Poem of the Wind and the Trees” makes you think of subtle movements, right? We can’t have them move too briskly, and even the fight scene is nothing too serious. Because Mr. Yoshikazu didn’t want to create too vivid of a scene. Rather, he didn’t want it to stink of “masculinity” that much. And people who’ve only seen the character designs might think that they look nothing like the manga, but when they are in motion, they do look like their manga counterparts. As for the voice of the characters, I don’t know the actress of Gilbert, but we have Nobita-kun for Serge (laughs)! People who are into anime will recognize her voice, so they might be a little bit of put off by that, but she doesn’t sound like Nobita-kun here. Not at all! The more you listen to her acting, the more you enjoy it! There are parts that reflect Serge’s character, so I’m really content with the result.

Can we consider this as “episode 1” of a series? Do you have plans for a continuation?

If this OVA sells, it might happen. If this one gets a positive reaction, I think we can make another one. The producer said that’s what he thought would happen. If you ask Mr. Yoshikazu, he says it’ll be at least 6 episodes long, but I doubt that. I can’t bring myself to believe that we can make that many episodes. Anyway, to think that we won’t be working with the staff who brought it to life with such resemblance feels so sad. But I also think that if we ask them to do it again, they’ll simply run away (laughs). We’ve already done Yoshikazu-san’s favorite part right off the bat, so what remains is the hard part. He says he can’t decipher a character like Augu (laughs). Maybe another director might do better.

And what about the future of the story in manga?

There’s the stuff about marriage and children problems, how to reach enlightenment, and everything in-between until Serge’s death. But even if I drew that, that would have no meaning for people who are only here for what Gilbert and Serge had (laughs). I don’t have any plans to draw any continuation for the moment, but one day, if I ever get the chance… If the are conditions right, I think I’d like to draw it.

Can we have your final message for Puff readers?

Watch the OVA. Please do it. I believe that if you watch it once, all of your worries will be washed away.

[silentstyx]

one year later, still yours

sum: sure, I used to be a regular here but I haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order.

tw: unrequited feelings - both ends. percy's a sarcastic ass.

ive been pumping out fics heheh, also i love using logan lerman as percy bc hes jus so percy n hes so scrumptious and i wanna eat his face and his biceps and every bulging muscle on his ripped body ugh.

it was a slow day in general. you've been working at a local coffee shop near your house for two years now and your favorite regular that you've grown romantic feelings for is gone and been gone. you know that he only came in to buy drinks for his mom, but you also knew that he loved eating blue food dye, and if there was a blue drink he'd make starbucks even more rich. yet, you haven't seen him or his mother. you figure he'd started buying from a local coffee shop that's closer to his house and plus its still a small business that helps.

it sucks though because you had grown feelings for this boy. his name was Percy Jackson. you would always spell it wrong just to tick him off. 'persy jakeson' 'pansy jackson' 'perry the platypus'. a few that you have put over the year he was here. he would come in every saturday at the same time with the same order for him and his mom.

"medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, a blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate to go! puh-lease!" is exactly how percy would say it. his mom got the caramel macchiato and he got the blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate. you remembered the order and the cute face though after two months of him ordering at your shift. you made sure that if you guys were open that saturday at 8:35 that you were there for that shift.

you hear someone coming in, even though it was slow you were still working. "hi, welcome in! how are you?" you attempt to sound nice. don't know how well it's working yet. you haven't looked up. you were wiping the counters down. you look at the time.

saturday, 8:35 AM.

you look up immediately. it's him. you smile, "been a while, hm? thought you found somewhere else to get.... a medium caramel macchiato with extra caramel drizzle, blue sugar cookie, and a small hot chocolate all to go?"

he scoffs, "psh, never. you're the only one. my mom just stopped drinking coffee so i didn't have a good enough reason to go to the local coffee shop with the cute barista without telling my mom about the cute barista. 'we have blue sugar cookies and hot chocolate for free at home Perseus' blah blah blah. i have to admit though, the pillsbury dough boy with blue frosting and blue sprinkles is a lot better than your guys' cookies. might run you for your money."

you laugh, "so she tried to keep us apart? what is this, Romeo and Juliet?"

he laughs with you, "i'm surprised you remembered the order."

"you're a regular, of course i remember," you say incredulously, "you want the cookie and small hot chocolate but no macchiato?"

"yeah thats fine.. but [insert reader's name], sure, i used to be a regular here but i haven't been here in over a year and you still remember my order. thinking about me?" he says with a smug smile plastered on his stupid pretty face.

his stupid pretty face with some black hair falling into his long dark eyelashes and his gorgeous sea green eyes and his pretty pink full lips that you just wanna kiss and nibble on 'til there red and peeling.

"so am i right or completely far off?" he questions with a shit eating grin.

"think you have completely lost it, perry the platypus." you sigh, with your own stupid smile on your face.

he rolled his eyes and laughed, "oh we're bringing that name back? okay, okay. just know I'll get my revenge."

"ooh menacing," you say sarcastically as you hand him his hot chocolate and bag of his treat, "i left a little note under the coffee sleeve for you."

"oh i'll be sure to throw it away before i get to read it." he says sassily with a big goofy smile as he walked out.

you smiled and laughed at his shenanigans.

he got outside and got in his car. he immediately moved the sleeve, which he doesn't even know why you still put it if you make it directly for him to drink immediately - not too hot but not cold.

he lifts up the sleeve and sees you did write something. at first all he sees is a smiley face, he then turns the cup and sees what you've written in full. your number.

(123) 456-7890

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[moonyasnow]

Ship intro: Mallina

Part 2!

Fics I think represent them pretty well (but that aren't written by me):

Malleus and a Reader who's just as lonely as him

Your[Irina's] latest ‘friends’ turn out to be trash. Their words lead you down a terrible descent. At least someone is willing to reach out to you.

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IT'S TIMELINE TIME

I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

This is just a basic timeline though; I'm leaving out a fair bit of detail.

Also added in random things I've written so if it feels a little bit disjointed in some areas, that's why.

T I M E L I N E :

How they meet:

Book 2

One night she'd just been laying in bed unable to sleep, hearing the distant whispers of her parents fighting at the edges of her mind like usual, and deciding to go outside just to escape the confined room and get some kind of distraction from hearing them. She was incredibly startled hearing someone suddenly call out to her, having been too stuck in her own thoughts to notice him approaching like she usually could. She was honestly scared at first, though mostly as a result of being caught with her guard down, which she usually never was.

But as soon as she properly looked into his eyes, all that fear suddenly seemed to fade away in an instant. She didn't know why, but she suddenly started to feel relaxed in his presence, more so than she usually ever did. And she felt almost sad when he disappeared. But she told herself off for it; that was the first time she'd ever met him after all, and she didn't even know his name. But since he'd said she could call him whatever she wanted…

She'd call him Peridot, after the color of his eyes. 'Peri' for short.

Tomoe's first reaction to the name 'Peri' was to laugh, explaining that it made her think of Perry the Platypus. And once she'd also had the thought, Irina couldn't help but laugh too, 'Peri' being exchanged for 'Perry' in her mind after that point.

Book 3

She ended up being asked by some Student or other if she'd thought about joining a club yet. She hadn't, not even really knowing which clubs actually existed. And so she decided to take a look to see if anything seemed interesting; she had a lot more free time after being fired from her job anyway. When she saw that there was a 'Gargoyle Appreciation Club' and that it had only one member, she knew instantly who that must be, and decided to join it. Irina joins Gargoyle Studies Club

Then Irina goes to the Harveston Sledathon!

This is the first time they'd really gone without being ABLE to spend time with each other and go on their nightly walks.

Book 4

When Lilia showed up to give her the postcard, she knew who it must have been from. And so she asked Lilia to wait for a second, rushing into her room to get a box, with a letter attached, which she asked him to give to the sender of the postcard. It was a birthday gift for her friend Peridot; a clay tea pot, its spout designed to look like a little dragon, the handle on the opposite end sculpted into the shape of a scaly tail. The letter contained not only wishes for him to have a happy birthday, but also an explanation of the spout. She wanted to give him a Gargoyle as a gift, but she also wanted to make sure it was an actual Gargoyle, with a clear purpose, rather than just a decorative Grotesque. So she settled on a tea pot! Since it serves as the spout, the 'needs water spout' element of a Gargoyle was cleared, as well.

She wasn't there to see it, but when he got her gift and read the letter, he was so beside himself with joy that for the first time in at least a century, there was sunshine in Briar Valley. Not only was it a birthday gift from his best friend, hand-crafted no less, it was also incredibly thoughtful, proof to him that she'd been listening and paying attention to every single word of all his rambles about his beloved Gargoyles. The next time they met again, before any words could be spoken he quite literally picked her up off the ground and spun her around as a way to say 'thank you'. That was the moment she admitted to herself that she'd fallen in love with him.

He ended up insisting on them drinking at least one cup of tea for all their club meetings after this point, so he got a chance to use it. And he also insisted on the same for every single Housewarden meeting he went to, which he'd started to actually know the times and places of thanks to Irina knowing through Tomoe and telling him. If he'd had any less decorum he would have literally shoved the pot in the face of random people in the halls; he was that happy about it.

Book 5

The invitation and everyone who didn't already know finding out about their friendship

She's also the one who gives Malleus the tickets to the SDC. For their booth at the cultural festival Irina made a bunch of small clay figurines of Grotesques and then wrote above them the differences between them and Gargoyles, to educate people.

When Tomoe meets Malleus for the first time, she lightly teases Irina, asking "So this is the famous 'Perry the Platypus."' Irina got very embarrassed, and Malleus, eyes wide with surprise, asked if that was meant to refer to him. Irina, face burning with embarrassment, then explains the name and its connection to a certain animated Platypus spy, but also says her nickname for him was actually supposed to be short for Peridot. It ended with Malleus bursting out laughing right then and there, Irina, still embarrassed, saying: "W-was it really that funny?" It then becomes a recurring inside joke of him calling himself 'her platypus friend'.

When Malleus began to fix the stage, not being used to magic and thus a bit scared at first, Irina moved close to his side out of reflex, feeling safer there. It made him really happy to think that for once, not only was there someone who wasn't afraid of him, but she even felt safe around him. Though she became very flustered when she realized she'd been gripping onto his jacket arm.

After this, she starts referring to him as both 'Peri' and also 'Malleus'. He can't decide which one he likes more: the nickname, or her calling his name. (by this point he is just as head over heels for her as she is for him. But he still hasn't figured out why sometimes, she does something that makes him so happy it literally makes his chest hurt and gives him goosebumps. He just hasn't realized why yet)

They have their first Sleepover! I wrote an actual fic about it here! 👀

Book 6

She stays behind at NRC, staying in an unoccupied room at Diasomnia and waiting for Tomoe, Grim and everyone else to come back. Just as she's starting to settle into the bed in the room, she gets a knock on her door. It was Malleus. As soon as she saw him, she basically launched herself into his arms. And he embraced her as though he'd been expecting her to do just that. He walked further into her room and closed the door, then just picked her up, and laid the both of them in the bed and used his magic to cover them with the blanket, not wanting either of his arms to let go of her for even a second.

She was incredibly worried, and disoriented— one of her best friends (Jamil) and the closest thing she had to a family (Tomoe and Grim) were gone, and her other best friend (Ruggie) was visibly stressed and very busy trying to manage his dorm while his Housewarden was gone. So everyone she was close to except for Malleus was unable to be there for her when it felt to her like the entire world was falling apart. And she's not used to things going back to normal when it starts to feel like that. Even if she knew where they were, to someone with such bad abandonment issues as her, who is so dependent on the people in her life and has such bad separation anxiety, she wasn't handling it well. When Malleus offered her a room in Diasomnia, she was grateful… But something inside her just felt absolutely horrible when she was given a room that wasn't his room, or anywhere close to his room. She really, really needed him.

She cried into his chest for a long time, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping her from falling off the edge of the world. And in a way, that's what it felt like to her. She called out his name between her sobbing, and each time, he replied with an "I am here" and held her a little tighter. When she finally fell asleep, he was holder her so tightly it almost hurt. That was exactly what she needed. After she'd fallen asleep, he kissed the top of her head, and vowed to himself that he would never ever make her feel like that; he'd never leave her side for as long as he lived.

Glorious Masquerade

"My lady," he bent down as far as he could without hurting his back, and placed a kiss to the back of her hand. "May I have this dance?"

He lifted her by her waist, spinning her around. Looking up to see her surprised face as she held onto his shoulders to keep herself upright, he felt utterly breathless. The smile that formed on her face, accompanied by the rare, breathy sound of her laugh, shot through his heart like a spear. When he gently let her down onto the ground again to continue their dance, there came that feeling again. That indescribable urge of wanting to take her by the hand and guide her to someplace they could spend time just the two of them, to do…something. No matter how he tried, that 'something' refused to make itself clear to him, leaving him struggling ceaselessly to understand the very nature of that urge. And so, he did not act on it. For he did not know what it even was he wished to act upon.

Even with her mask crooked on her face and her hair disheveled, he thought her beauty greater than that of any painting he had ever seen. Not even within Briar Valley's uncountable collection of art could there be one which came even close to what he saw before him in that moment. Nor could any poem, written in any language, living or dead, adequately put it into words.

Coming back, his eyes were locked on her all the while. And as they were, he saw her begin to talk to someone. When he came within earshot he heard:

"Will you dance with me?" The boy in front of her, one from Noble Bell whom he did not recognize, was blushing, looking terribly flustered, even shy. The image sickened him. In seconds, a terrible storm began to pick up outside. Who was he? What right did he have to look at Irina, at his Child of Man, that way? None. Malleus was better. More worthy of her attention. So why did he feel so threatened by that nameless boy? As though someone was trying to yank away the one precious thing he cherished more than anything; his one and only friend. That boy probably had friends of his own. Why couldn't he go be with them, instead? Irina was his friend. His.

He walked over with a steely gaze, no doubt frightening any poor souls he passed by near to death. But the moment she noticed his approach, and her guarded body language broke and she nearly lept to be closer to him, wearing that sweet smile, the clouds vanished in an instant. "Peri!"

"My Child of Man." He smiled right back.

The other boy quickly backed off. 'Good.'

"I had a wonderful time. I was happy to spend it with my dearest friend, Irina."

The word 'friend'…had it always come up so…short? He had felt the same once in the past, and brushed it off, too afraid of what it might mean, were they not friends- as though it would mean losing the warmth and joyous sense of familiarity the title brought. Yet the question plagued him more and more, until at last, he found himself unable to merely brush it off as he once had.

It occurred to him that, having no prior reference of what a 'friend' was, or how friends acted with each other, he had no idea if the things they did were things friends would do. Did friends have sleepovers where they shared a bed, holding each other tightly through the night, singing each other to sleep? Did friends feel so possessively about each other as he felt over her? Did friends…sometimes look at each other's lips and wonder if they would be soft to the touch? Did friends wish to spend their every waking moment, now and forever in the future, together?

He didn't know. Irina was the only friend he'd ever had. And she made him happy.

But…he was beginning to wonder if they truly could be called friends at this point.

What were they, if not friends? What lay beyond that title?

Things were fine as they were now, weren't they? He was happy, and so was she. Wasn't that enough? Yet, then…why did he desire for something more?

...

Perhaps he would consult Lilia, after their return to Night Raven.

And so this is where, during a conversation with Lilia about it, he finally starts to realize just what his feelings are. The literal second after realizing he loves her, he starts thinking up a way to propose to her

He's already picking out their kids' names in his mind and mentally decorating their bedroom in Briar Valley's royal castle.

Book 7

She runs to him, who's sitting on the ground, and throws herself around his neck. She's crying.

“I-I-I was— w-was so— sca-red…!” Her voice is shaking and wavering so much from the tears that she can barely speak.

“I…apologize, my dear Child of Man… I know now that my actions were wrong, but it was never my intention to frighten—“

“Th-that's not why!” Uncharacteristically, she cuts him off.

“I was so, so, s-so worried! I thought you could die! I-if I didn't defeat you in time. I-I thought you were going to die! I thought I'd lo-lose you!!!”

Then she just can't hold it in anymore— she starts wailing, just at the mere thought. She holds him tighter.

When she's calmed down enough that there are no longer tears cascading down her face, she pulls back…and she cups his cheeks and pulls him closer so their foreheads touch. “I love you. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you! I—“

He kisses her forehead and holds her closer, tucking her head under his chin and circling his arms tightly around her, apologizing profusely for scaring her so badly. And he kisses her. For a second she just stares at him in shock Before she can really respond, they're interrupted by someone who says they should really get him to a doctor.

After that is another sleepover since Irina can't bear to be apart from him for a while after what happened

Stuff I didn't know where to put:

Quote I'm stealing from @diodellet:

"They're 2 flavors of incapable of vocalizing their feelings but they're willing to share the burden with each other wordlessly"

BECAUSE YES SHE PUT IT SO WELL

Not sure when exactly this would happen, but certainly after they get together. Anyway, here is how I imagine Malleus proposing to her:

And ALSO how the whole 'Malleus is immortal and Irina isn't' thing gets resolved because I REFUSE to let either of them go through that; there are some angst lines even I won't cross

AND A FINAL THING! There's a Swedish song in their spotify list called 'en säng av rosor' (a bed of roses) and I NEED you to know what the lyrics are, so I translated them:

"The glass is half-empty right now Half-full if you'd been here The days they go by but never seem to end I wish I were where you are

The streets echo of you Memories that'll always be there All I say is a film-reel of the two of us I've gotten stuck in our little world

I will make a bed of roses I will light every candle I will play the music That you always sing I will make a bed of roses for you

Stockholm is more grey now The summer passed all too quickly Now Spring is nigh and soon you'll be here I've longed for it more than you'd probably think

I will make a bed of roses I will light every candle I will play the music That you always sing I will make a bed of roses for you

I miss getting stuck with my gaze deep in your eyes The safest place in my lonely word, no questions I can be myself with you; no need for words

I will make a bed of roses I will light every candle I will play the music That you always sing I will make a bed of roses I will light every candle I will play the music That you always sing I will make a bed of roses I will make a bed of roses I will make a bed of roses for you"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now, I'm not saying I have a favorite ship....

But I have a favorite ship OTL

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[barblaz-arts]

Did Vega have or have any pets of her own?

yoI imagine her as a child asking for a puppy like any child, but getting something completely different from her Uncle Fester. Something like a Komodo dragon, a rattlesnake, or even a platypus (they're poisonous too!)

WWednesday wouldn't have many complaints, other than making Vega take care of him, but Enid would definitely have a fit knowing that her girl is playing with something poisonous. (Just to remember that it is normal for an Addams)

Maybe later he ends up with a lynx cub as a Christmas gift from Morticia and Gómez...

I actually did plan on showing that Vega has a pet she left with Wednesday and Enid!

Around Vega's seventh birthday, Yoko and Eugene asked her what she wanted. They were determined to one up each other as godparents. Unfortunately Vega wished for an alien friend. Eugene got her the alien plushy she carries around.

But Yoko got her one of these bad boys.

Apparently, since it looked like ET, she figured it was good enough, and Vega absolutely loved him. He's named TOI-1338 b, which was the planet recently discovered by a 17 yr old NASA intern, whose brother wanted to name it Wolftopia. Enid just decided to nickname him "Theo"(Tee-yow). Wednesday calls him by his full government name.

Yoko asked Enid and Wednesday if it would be okay to give Vega a pet first of course. Wednesday agreed because it was a hairless cat. If she had to deal with another hairy creature's fur latching onto her black clothes somebody was getting shaved.

Anyways. Eugene got the cat this capsule/dropship themed bed like a week or so later.

[ranafamily7]

We lost our job because of the war.

My sister Rawan, who is 24 years old, worked hard at a clothing and crochet shop before the war broke out in Gaza. She had her own small project, which was our only source of income, creating unique pieces from wool and crochet. But the war destroyed everything; the shop she worked in was bombed, and her dream of rebuilding her project seems far away. Raw materials have become scarce, and when they are available, they come at exorbitant prices. Rawan needs your support now more than ever to rebuild her simple project that once brightened our lives. 💔 If you can help, please donate any amount you can.

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[prettiestplatypus]

You've probably said something about this before, but was Lillie written with autism in mind?

Yes, and also no? When I wrote Lillie, she was and still is written with me and my mannerisms, limitations, etc in mind, as she's supposed to just be me but younger. What I didn't know when I started writing the Prettiest Platypus is that I am autistic I literally got a ton of "she's such amazing autistic representation" comments and ended up getting tested after to find out that I was in fact autistic as well So, originally she wasn't written with autism in mind, but now that I am much more aware of my own autism (and have done a lot of research into general autistic representation) she has become a more canonized autistic character as I continue to base her off of myself