#IDM Key

[demonir]

here's a little charisma house doodle that I didn't deem worthy of being posted but.... I changed my mind

[lav3nder-bees]

killing myself immediately and promptly next piece of art is azul falling down the infinite staircase and leovil getting beaten with mallets

[ordosmarkzero]

Key 13 - The Space Between the Sea and the Sky

[iamlisteningto]

Key Vendor’s lightstring pull

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Like I love an AU right so if you wanna write about if war games never happened and Gotham didn’t try to ruin itself once a week cool fine slay (keep Dick self destructing for years it’s good content idm)

But for the whole tarantula thing to HAVE an impact I feel like you have to acknowledge that he it never would have happed to a character as weathered as Dick (even at the time when a solo nightwing was supposedly more new to the scene)

But like no it only works when you see how many people died bc of blockbuster and how that weighed down on him as a person.

Blockbuster didn’t just ‘discover his identity’ Maxine Micheal’s was a big reason it happened and when Nightwing confronted her she got shot in the head in front of him

Dick figures out that they know his identity Like 4 issues before the blockbuster confrontation

When Firefly makes his first reappearance since no mans land to burn his circus down

This was after Babs, Tim and Cass had all been targeted

And then 1 issue later

Dick leaves earlier (and makes a bad daywing pun no im serious i love him) for patrol and then watches his apartment blow up. Which would be angsty by itself if you ignore the fact that

1) the dude (yoska- and they have like a weird relationship bc of ras al ghul and like he firmly believed he was dicks grandfather biologically and even when that was proven false he moved to bludhaven and admits he still considered them family) teaching dick his own language was in there

2) dick found his dead body in the rubble

3) dick actually bought the apartment building to keep it from being demolished and indirectly kept all those people in the building

Anyway you don’t NEED to read the comics imo as long as you engage with the other content like yeah you’re a dc fan if you like any of the animated properties but like why write about a plot point without knowing the surrounding moments doesn’t that take away from the premium angst content?

+ I didn’t really like or finish war games or his whole like let’s join the mob thing featuring the unironic name “crutches” after but come on the deathstroke and rose shit was so interesting!

Today in challenges for Nightwing fanfic writers - writing fic that makes it obvious the person has:

Actually read Nightwing #92-95 (1996)

Knows the context in which this story happens (what events precede this and which immediately follows it?)

Is aware what Batman characters have met Tarantula

Can outline the occasions when Dick and Catalina are in contact AFTER Nightwing #95

Heck can name literally any appearance for Tarantula after Nightwing #93 (1996)

Can explain the discussion Bruce and Dick have in Nightwing #117 (1996) and how that discussion relates to everything above, and what is not mentioned in that discussion

It shouldn’t be this hard.

[thebonesofhoudini]

https://m.soundcloud.com/officialtemisanadoki/the-siren-key

So I put out a new album on my birthday and it's out now.

Allinthefamilyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/braille

[worksbykai]

LIFE SUPPORT

paring : paige bueckers x her future dog (kinda x azzi too)

synopsis : Some cute moments I think Paige and her future dog would have!

notes: my tumblr has been so freaked out lately, (Idm🤷🏽‍♀️) I’m sure yours has too so here’s a a bunch of fluff to cleanse your feed :) I thought of this tho, after seeing this clip. (Sorry it’s very short) lmk if yall want some more stuff like this! I hope you enjoy! Not proofread

Paige picking him:

Paige immediately knew which one she wanted when she saw all the dogs running around, not the ones sitting quiet in the corner (even though it made her want to cry) She picked the most energetic one. he was switching in between trying to jump on paige and running around in circles. All Paige saw in that dog was herself she immediately smiled as she knew her mind was set. Azzi looked at Paige curiously as she followed her eyes. “You sure?” she asked as she nudged Paige’s shoulder a bit shaking her out of her zoned out state that she was in.

“Huh?” Paige said, turning her head in Azzi’s direction but not taking her eyes of the energetic bubble of energy. “I said are you sure? he looks like a lot” Paige took a minute before responding, but after a while she finally turned her full head to Azzi “Yeah, I want him” Paige said as she called the worker over. Azzi just shook her head as she silently supported her girlfriends decision.

Car rides with them:

Paige helped lift Louie’s back legs into her car as he went in a few circles before settling into his spot. Paige got into the drivers side turning her keys in the car as they began their ride. With Paige’s music bumping through the car and Louise’s head sticking out the door, tounge getting blew by the wind the vibe was clean. As they pulled into the Starbucks drive through Paige turned her music down so she could be heard. “Thank you for choosing Starbucks what can I get you?” The woman said through the microphone making Louise’s ears perk up and his head turn toward the noise . Paige ordered her usual and got Louie a pup cup.

She thanked the worker as she grabbed her bag and pulled off, she sat Louise’s pup cup on her dashboard making him immediately start licking the whip cream. Paige laughed as she pulled out her phone and recorded “Is it good Lou?” she laughed at her own joke before she ended the video and pulled out of the parking lot. Paige turned her music back up as she bumped her head to her playlist. She ended up taking a sharp turn making the pup cup fall onto the floor. “Shit!” Paige exclaimed as she looked for a place to pull over, her vision switching between the cup and the road. Before she knew it Louie was trying to stick his head down and lick it off the ground. “WAIT WAIT LOUIE NO!”

Nights with them:

Paige’s practice bag hit the floor as she sighed and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Before she had a chance it process Louie came running up to her jumping up on her legs, scratching her legs a bit but Paige didn’t really care. “Hey buddy, you okay?” Paige said as she picked him up like a baby. Louie was a big dog but in Paige’s heart that was her baby. Paige walked the into her room as she sat him down on his bed in front of hers and turned on what she believes is his favorite show, bluey. She scratches his head a little before grabbing her towel. “Momma’s gonna take a shower okay? I’ll be out in a second.” She says but Louie doesn’t tear his eyes away from the tv.

Once Paige was dressed and out the shower she saw that Laurie had fell asleep, she turned down bluey a little and cleaned up around the apartment, knowing that Louie had to have messed up something. Just as she finished her phone buzzed in her pajama pants pocket. she took it out and seen it was Azzi making her smile a bit. She answered quickly as Azzi’s eyes popped up on her screen. They were in comfortable silence for a bit, just looking at each other until Paige spoke “hey mama” she said looking down at her camera. “Hey, where’s Louie?” Azzi said making paige cock her head back “No I miss you, I’m barley breathing without you?” Paige said as Azzi rolled her eyes “Cmonnn, I haven’t seen him in forever I miss him.” Paige mocked her but made her way into her room to show Louie sleep. “awwww, what was he watching?” Paige smirked at Azzi’s reaction.

“Bluey, his favorite” she says as she turns camrea back around and sets it up on her bedside table, making Azzi talk her to sleep.

Mornings with them:

When Azzi woke up that morning she looked at her phone to see not only Paige put Louie too. His face was in the crook of Paige’s neck as she layed on her side cheeks flushed with sleep. Azzi pouted at the cute scene as she took a couple of FaceTime photos.

Paige woke up at the feeling of hair moving around on her. Her body instantly turned a little but she settled once she realized who it was. “Hey buddy” she said as she scratched his head a little. She looked over at her clock, it was early morning 7:23 she decided they could lay up a little longer since she didn’t have anything to do today. Louie layed his head on her bare stomach, cuddling up to her ear, skin that soothed him. Paige knew he was still sleepy and she was no better. She grabbed a hair tie from her bed side table tying it in a lazy bun as she got comfortable in this position. She looked over at her phone to see that Azzi was still on the phone making her give herself a lazy smile before she felt sleep crashing back onto her. She loved moments like this just her and Louie in their own space, own bubble. Cherishing this moment while the world was quiet.

[catch1ngmoths]

BRO I LOVE YOUR WRITING OML ESPECIALLY WITH JOOST ?! MHSKYTJSSYJ

Anywho im allergic to happiness rn so could you write a joost x reader (gn if possible, if you don’t do gn do whatever your comfortable doing idm:3) with like reader admitting that they’ve been struggling (like with depression, suicidal thoughts etc etc)

If you’re uncomfortable with any of this feel free to ignore!! Have an amazing day/night AND GET SOME SLEEP(•̀ᴗ•́)و

࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SOBER TO DEATH ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “take your hands off your neck and hold onto the ghost of my body…” - car seat headrest 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: you’ve been struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts. You’re struggling with a pretty bad mental episode just as your boyfriend Joost comes home…

Note: I love you all omfg, the support is insane! I absolutely love writing and reading angst so I get you annon 🙏🏻. PART TWO OF, “Only stay with you one more night” WILL BE OUT TOMORROW!!

Warnings: mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, bad mental episode + comfort

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You’ve been going through it, really going through it. You had no energy to do anything anymore. No energy to get outta bed, brush your teeth, or even eat. You felt utterly and completely worthless every single day of your life.

The thoughts of getting rid of all the pain and suffering your mind made you go through on a daily basis plagued your mind. The only reason you’d haven’t gone through with your plethora of ideas to end it all was your boyfriend, Joost.

He was the most important person in your life and the best guy you’d ever met. He always helped your mood; anytime he smiles, you smile. Anytime he laughs, you laugh. Anytime he’s happy, you’re happy. But he wasn’t around, not here to talk to you and hold you in his arms.

He was on tour and had been for the past few weeks, you’d realized how bad it’s been without the comfort and just presence of Joost. Don’t get me wrong, every day he was away from you he felt even more annoyed and irritated with everyone around him. Not his fans of course, while performing that was the little peace he got in the day. He just wanted to hold you, he craved it. Just the sight of you made his nerves calm immediately.

You both were like a cure to each others bad moods (THE CURE MENTIONED??!!), fixing each others problems by just being near each other. But your mental health has been the worst it’s ever been these few weeks. You don’t remember the last time you ate and especially drank water. You haven’t left your bed even, falling into deep thoughts of harming yourself that would worry anyone.

The good news is Joost was coming back today, he was practically rushing to get back home to you. FaceTime calls and texting just wasn’t doing it for him, he needed to hold and kiss you. You on the other hand totally forgot Joost was coming home, you’d lost track of time a while ago.

It was around 6pm when you heard the familiar sound of keys opening the front door of your apartment. Your eyes widen, is he home?? Is it really him..?! Before you can get outta your bed a figure comes running towards you with a wide smile, jumping on you and pulling you against them.

You feel yourself smile for the first time in weeks, breathing in the familiar smell of Joosts cologne. He grabs your cheeks and presses kisses all over your face, “missed you so so much baby” he says, his accent bringing the much needed comfort you craved.

He pulls away, looks at you and can immediately tell something’s wrong. He scans your face with narrowing eyes. You looked skinnier and had dark circles around your eyes, even still looking beautiful as ever but he knew you weren’t okay. He doesn’t need to elaborate or even explain, he just says, “what’s been going on in that pretty little head of yours hmm.?”

You sigh, he always knew when something was wrong. He would never let it go unanswered or ignored, “I’ve been getting worse without you here..” you say with a sad sigh, you could always be open and honest with him both of you knew that.

“Talk to me mijn lieve schatje” he says, rubbing your back comfortingly. You pour you heart out, you tell him all about your suicidal thoughts. You tell him about how you haven’t eaten or drinking anything in god knows how long. Your body felt so weak, it took a lot out of you to even raise your arm. You explain how depressed you’ve been, feeling like the most miserable person ever.

He gives you his full and undivided attention, keeping eye contact even when you looked away he stares at you with the most intense eyes that were filled with love and nothing but utter care and worry for your wellbeing. Once you’re done he immediately begins, “well first of all, I’m gonna make you something to eat and drink.”

He says picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen, placing you on the countertop and making you food. Not before handing you a water bottle and making sure you drink all of it. Once your fead, he brings you to the bathroom. You both shower together, he washes your hair and body affectionately while he presses kisses wherever he could.

Once you were both back in bed and ready to sleep he speaks once more right before you were about to fall asleep. “You’re coming on tour with me for now on, I don’t think I can spend that long without you again.” Is the last thing you hear before long kisses are pressed to your eyelids before you’re consumed by darkness….

[patricia-taxxon]

i think after the harsh idm era im gonna go more in the direction of lower key dub influenced stuff, bicycle was a new start. also i wanna make more noise and ambient. i still have a couple robot tingle albums in me tho

[moxiepoxart]

I’m just gonna sit here in my delusion and pretend Lucy has the Draco key, not that some random character just farted his key to her.

Every worry I’ve had about this series has just been doubled down on.

I’ll even be honest and say I wish Lucy never met Aquarius again but I understand what FT was like so came to like the idea that it became Lucy’s goal to find the key. So what do you mean Aquarius appears every other chapter? What do you mean Aquarius was happy to be split in some 50/50 custody between Brandi and Lucy??? Idm Brandish wanting to get the key for Lucy but imagine that instead the dragon summoning Aquarius so she can play lawyer Brandish and Lucy find out by talking to each other? Brandish finally opening up on her own to reveal she enjoys Lucy’s fight and company. She maybe feels now she’s helped Lucy gain her key they can be friends. Of course Lucy wouldn’t need all this effort but she accepts. But Nah more Aquarius fan service as she spoon feeds Brandish’s intentions to us. I feel the story would be so much stronger is we had

A. Never seen Aquarius since Tartarus and Lucy actually researched how get Aquarius back

B. After all these chapters Lucy gets to summons Aquarius for the first time again maybe we get a new childhood flashback that features Layla and you get a whole new understanding of how much this means to Lucy. (Her connection to her mother being emphasised here).

I just hate the writing so much I wanna barge in that writing room and stage an intervention! How are we 178+ chapters in and no characters feel they have changed (other than Gray).

Don’t get me started what they did with Natsu.

[the-massive-simp]

HI can i request alhaitham x fem reader with multiple orgasm denials pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🥺(and other kinks too idm anything!)

have a great day :3

a/n: recently i'm starting to appreciate this know-it-all slab of meat and his undeniably juicy pecs, so here you go anon 😋

warnings: mdni, smut under the cut. porn with basically no plot, afab reader, panties pulling, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, punishment, oral (f receiving), squirting, slight degrading, dom and jealous alhaitham. kavetham x reader at the end hehe (risa this one is for u😼)

Your whole body is tense, a natural effect of the worry for whatever punishment Alhaitham had planned for you. He saw you talking with some other guy, twirling a strand of your hair between your fingers, and immediately felt a cold feeling pooling in his chest. When you got home, he grabbed you by your arm before you could say anything and pulled you on his lap on the couch. And now you're here, back to his chest, his thighs keeping your legs wide open while he pulls your panties up, looking at the way your folds leaked at his actions. "Alhaitham..." He gives another tug to your panties, making you mewl. "Shut up. This is what you get for being such a brat. My attentions and Kaveh's are not enough for you? Do you need to flirt with other men?". "I wasn't -" He interrupts you by ripping your little panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Lying will only make your punishment worse. Take it without complaining, and there won't be other consequences. " You sigh, knowing that he wasn't going to change his mind, and relax a bit in his embrace, before he spanks your pussy, making you gasp. He shushes you, rubbing your clit and smearing your wetness all over your folds, before slapping your clit again, one, two, three times. Then he mercifully starts playing with your clit, rubbing and circling it, continuously changing pace and pressure. He pinches it sometimes, making you jolt and whimper so prettily on his lap, working you closer to your orgasm. Your moans get more frequent, your body tenses up, your pussy twitching, and then he just stops. "No 'Haitham please- I need it-" You pant, feeling your climax just out of reach, trying to buck your hips into his hand, but he places it on them to keep you still. He ignores every plea that leaves your slip, only starting to touch you again when he knows your peak is far again. He goes on with this little game of his for what feels like hours. He plays with your clit, inserts his digits inside of you to press on that spot that makes you see stars, rolls and pulls your nipples, bites your neck before soothing the slight pain with kisses. When Kaveh finally gets home, your fluids have dripped on Alhaitham's lap and on the couch a long time ago. You hear the blonde drop the keys (that he actually didn't forget for once) in the bowl at the entrance before making his way to the living room. When he sees what's going on, he leans on the door frame, smiling at the view of his lovers on the couch. You look at him with big, teary eyes, silently begging him to put an end to your torture. He looks at Alhaitham, who nods to give him permission to finally make you cum. The architect then quickly walks to the couch, kneeling in front of your dripping and twitching pussy, immediately sticking his fingers inside of you and latching his lips on your puffy clit. He sucks on your sensitive bud, curling his fingers inside of you, while Alhaitham takes your nipples between his fingers to stimulate you even more. They quickly work you to the edge of your climax, only intensifying their actions when your body starts to twitch uncontrollably, your thighs squishing around Kaveh's head, your head thrown back on Alhaitham's shoulder. Streams of a clear liquid come out of your cunt, greedily drink by the blonde man. You slowly come back from your high, only to realize Kaveh has unzipped his pants and is slowly jerking his cock in front of your hole.

"You didnt think it was over, did you?"

[whimsicalpolitical]

heyy so i had a really shite christmas/new years like hall of fame level shite so i was wondering if you could do an imagine or something where reader and matty are away from eachother at Christmas and reader has a not so great time then he comforts her when they reunite? (can be smut or not idm)

ur writings so good and i hope you had a good holidays :))

i’m so sorry you had shit a holiday and i hope you’re doing alright <33

18+ mdni, fluff, oral (f receiving)

you’ve always loved christmas—or at least you used to. there’s something about the lights, the music, the way people soften their edges for a while. but this year, it feels like you’re on the outside of it all, watching through frosted glass while everyone else is warm inside. maybe it’s the first year you and matty haven’t been together for the holidays, or maybe it’s just the weight of everything piling up at once. whatever it is, it’s heavy, and no amount of tinsel or mulled wine seems to shake it off.

matty knows something’s wrong, of course. he always does. he’s got this knack for reading you, even over the phone, even through a screen. but every time he asks, you deflect. “it’s fine,” you say, forcing a smile he can’t see. “just busy. i don’t want to bother you, you’ve got your family.”

but it’s not fine. and you do want to tell him, but the thought of pulling him away from his mum, his brother, his christmas… it feels selfish. so you keep brushing it off, even though you know he doesn’t buy it.

then one night, the walls crack.

you’re sitting on the floor in your flat, fairy lights blinking dimly around the room. the silence is louder than any carol, and when your phone buzzes with matty’s name, you almost don’t answer. but you do.

“hey, love,” he says, his voice warm and familiar, like it always is. “you alright? and don’t say ‘fine.’”

you try to laugh, but it comes out shaky. “i don’t want to ruin your christmas, matty.”

“ruin it?” he repeats, incredulous. “you’re part of it, yeah? so if something’s wrong, i want to know.”

and just like that, it unravels. the lump in your throat swells, and before you can stop it, you’re crying—proper crying, the kind that makes it hard to speak. you manage a broken, “i’m sorry,” but he cuts you off.

“none of that,” he says, “don’t apologise. tell me what’s going on.”

so you do. you tell him about the loneliness, the pressure, the way everything feels just a little too much this year. and he listens, doesn’t interrupt, just lets you spill it all out until there’s nothing left.

when you’re quiet again, he exhales softly. “only two more days, love,” he says, his voice low and steady. “then all this mess is over, and i’m with you. alright? two days.”

you nod, even though he can’t see you. “okay.”

“good. now, listen to me. i want you at my flat when i get back. you’ve got the key. just… be there, alright?promise me.”

“i promise.”

two days feels endless, but you make it. barely. and when the day comes, you’re at his flat like he asked, pacing the living room with a cup of tea you haven’t touched. you hear the door before you see him—the rattle of keys, the creak of hinges, the thud of bags dropped carelessly in the hall.

“love?” his voice carries through the flat, and you turn just as he steps into the room. he’s wearing that dark green raincoat you tease him about, unzipping it as he crosses to you in three quick strides.

before you can say a word, he’s there, wrapping you up in his arms. his coat smells like rain and travel, but underneath is that familiar scent that’s just him. he doesn’t let go, not even when you try to pull back to look at him. instead, he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“missed you,” he murmurs, his lips pressing to your forehead, your nose, finally your mouth.

“missed you too,” you whisper against his lips, and it feels like the first honest thing you’ve said in days.

“oh, darling,” he smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to keep you close to his chest. your ear is right on his heart and you can hear it beating faster than usual, probably because he hurried coming here. “feels good to be back. i’ve missed you a lot.”

you smile and allow yourself to close your eyes to fully capture the moment. you didn’t even know how much you really missed him until now.

“you alright?” he asks, pulling back and immediately holding your face in his hands.

“yes,” you nod and give him a smile. you’re alright. alright because he’s here now.

“come here.”

he kisses you again, deeper this time, his hands firm on your waist like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. your fingers curl into the nape of his neck, brushing against the soft curls damp from the rain. there’s an urgency to it—not rushed, but full of everything you’ve both been holding in over the days apart. the unspoken loneliness, the ache of missing each other. it all spills out in the way his lips linger against yours, his breath warm and uneven.

when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his nose brushing yours in the quietest, gentlest way. “you exhausted?” you ask softly, fingers still tangled in his hair.

he gives you that familiar crooked smile, the one that always undoes you. “nah. surprisingly awake.”

the next thing he does is shrugging off his raincoat and walking to the front door to pull of his shoes as well and hang up his coat.

“i’ll help you unpack,” you start, but he just shakes his head, already tugging you toward the couch.

“later. it can wait. you can’t.”

he drops onto the couch with a sigh, tugging you into his lap like you belong there. his arms wrap around your waist, and you settle against him, the weight of his hands on your back grounding you.

“i feel awful,” he starts, “i’m sorry christmas was shit, it shouldn’t have been.”

“it’s not your fault.”

“still,” his thumb brushes over your cheek and he takes in every feature of you, “i should’ve taken you with me and honestly i don’t even know why we spent days apart this year. i always want you with me, you know that?”

you sigh and want to argue about something but matty’s quick to read you.

“because i do, darling. i always want you with me. it doesn’t even matter where we are, i could spend my life with you in this shit little flat. i love you.”

his lips connect to your temple and they stay there.

“i love you more,” you smile.

“d’you know, my mum’s asked about you all the time. she couldn’t believe i’d go anywhere without you.”

“really?” you ask, pulling back just enough to look at him.

“really,” he says, his lips curving into a small smile, “and there’s something else.”

you lean your head to the side to look at him.

he gently kisses your forehead again, “always talk to me when you’re sad or feeling miserable. i’m here for you. and when i’m fucked up you’re always the best to me, s’everything and it’s only fair to even try to be there for you in the same way.”

“you are,” you quickly say, “you’re always there for me. i just sometimes have a bit of a trouble to tell you what’s up when you’re not with me.”

matty nods in understanding, “we’ll work on that, yeah? i’ll just have to remind you then every time i call you when i’m in the studio because i miss you.”

it’s true. matty’s never shy with telling you how he feels, letting you know everytime he misses you or needs you.

“okay,” you nod, “i’ll try.”

matty breaks out in an adorable grin, “that’s my girl.”

his lips meet yours again, this time with more intent. the kiss deepens quickly, his hands coming up to cradle your face as he tilts his head and presses closer. there’s a heat in the way he kisses you, his lips moving against yours like he’s desperate to make up for every second you’d spent apart.

you gasp softly when his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and he takes full advantage of it, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that has your head spinning. it’s messy, slow but deliberate, his lips and tongue working against yours in perfect rhythm.

his hands don’t leave your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as though he’s trying to memorize the feel of you. the intimacy of it—his hands steadying you, his mouth claiming you, the soft hums of satisfaction vibrating in his throat—makes your whole body feel like it’s on fire.

you find your hands gripping at his shoulders, his t-shirt bunched up in your fists as you anchor yourself to him. when he shifts beneath you, pulling you impossibly closer so you’re straddling his lap, you let out a soft whimper against his lips that he swallows eagerly.

“you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your mouth.

his lips trail down to your jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the skin there.

you’re panting now, your head tipping back as he kisses his way to your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. your fingers slide into his hair, tugging slightly, and the groan it pulls from him has heat pooling low in your belly.

“matty,” you breathe, and he lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a look that’s nothing short of wrecked.

"what, love?" he asks, as his hands slide down to grip your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to keep you grounded.

“just- fuck,” you breathe out when matty sucks on your neck hard enough to leave a mark there.

“d’you want me to make you feel good? will you let me?”

you nod eagerly which makes matty chuckle.

“alright, lay down f’me, i’m gonna take care of you.”

the warmth of his words making your heart flutter. you slowly lower yourself onto your back and matty moves above you.

his lips find yours again. he keeps them slightly parted, giving you the chance to slide your tongue against his.

the kisses become more heated, each one a little deeper than the last. his hand moves to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, the other hand resting on your side, his touch sending little sparks of warmth wherever it brushes.

you can feel the heat between you growing. "s’too warm," you mumble against his lips.

his eyes darken slightly. "yeah?" his voice is rough as his fingers lightly trail over the buttons of your shirt. "do you want me to take this off?"

you nod and he slowly starts undoing each button with purposeful care. his gaze flickers between your eyes and the exposed skin. he lets out a groan when your shirt finally falls open, his eyes taking you in.

"you’re so gorgeous," he breathes out in awe, before pressing his lips to yours again.

you respond eagerly, your hands fumbling between your bodies to pull his shirt over his head.

“fuck, i really, really missed you.”

he gently presses his body weight down on you, and you shudder at the feeling of your nipples pressing against his bare chest.

his lips delicately kiss your face, until he reaches your ear. he nips at your lobe, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. "you like that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

you answer in a soft moan, your body arching into him.

his lips slide lower, kissing and sucking on your neck, while his hand slide down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing circles.

his mouth moves to your collarbone, and then he teasingly dips lower.

"god, matty," you softly moan as he places a wet kiss on your lower stomach. "feels so good."

his hand, which has been resting on your breast, trails down until it reaches the waistband of your sweatpants.

"more, please," you whimper, lifting your hips instinctively. his fingers slide around the band as he slowly pulls them down, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

he lowers himself onto his stomach on the mattress.

he puts you out of your misery when he finally drags the pad of his index to the bundle of nerves at your center, tracing light circles over the fabric of your panties.

“thought about you like this all the time.”

his finger is still tracing a line from your clit to your entrance, the wet line seeping through your panties.

he presses chaste kisses up your thighs, your breath getting heavier with each one closer to your center. the delirium hits an all time high when he presses a firm kiss to your core.

skilled fingers hook your panties to the side, revealing you in all your glistening glory, "look at you," he marvels hoarsely, "s’ that all for me?"

you nod fast, "yes, yes matty please." you whine out, you'd sound like you were in pain if it were anyone else.

"hey, hey it's alright, don't do that. i’m gonna take care of you, promise." he coos, calming your pleas, "come on, leg on my shoulder."

he quickly slides off your panties before you oblige and get used to the new angle.

slowly, his tongue flicks over your glistening cunt, and you gasp, your body trembling at the touch.

he moans in response, as if he can’t get enough of the taste of you, his tongue swirling in soft, teasing motions that have your hips lifting off the bed in search of more.

"so fucking sweet," he mutters against you, before repeating the motion, licking you again and again, while he grinds himself against the couch.

your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him closer, deeper, your body quivering as he continues. he alternates between sucking and licking your clit, his finger moving up and down until it enteres you gently, then slowly adding another, the stretch an overwhelming pleasure.

you gasped his name, your body writhing beneath him as the pressure builds with every move.

"matty please, don't stop..." you beg, voice thick with need.

his fingers curl inside you, pressing just the right spot as his tongue continues swirling around you.

“fuck- close,” you moan out, the pressure already right there.

matty doesn’t stop, he hums once to let you know to just let go.

it doesn’t take any more and your legs start trembling as you reach the edge.

"i’m-"you gasp, but the words dissolve into a string of moans as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. your legs are shaking as you come undone, clenching around his fingers, your hips bucking against his mouth.

matty doesn’t stop, though. he keeps going at a gentle pace, letting you ride out the intensity of your orgasm. then, he slowly pulls away, his lips glistening as he looks up at you, eyes wide and full of wonder.

“feel good?” he asks softly, licking his lips.

you laugh breathlessly as you nod.

he moves his body up so he’s exactly laying on you like before, “taste yourself,” he grins.

his mouth comes down to yours and he wastes no time to glide his tongue into your mouth, eagerly licking into you to share your taste.

he swallows a moan you let out when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he smiles proudly when he pulls back, “fucking delicious.”

you hum tiredly but your mind is with matty right now, who’s pressing into your thigh.

“let me take care of you?”

his head tilts up slightly, his chin propping on your chest as he looks at you with a lazy, satisfied grin. “it’s alright, darling,” he says softly, “it can wait.”

“but—”

“it’s alright.” he cuts you off, pressing a feather-light kiss to the base of your throat. “i just wanted to make you feel good. that’s enough for me right now.”

your heart stutters in your chest, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, though your lips twitch into a smile. “i love you.”

“i know,” he says, a cheeky little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “i love you too.”

you huff out a laugh, and he dips his head again, kissing along the curve of your shoulder like he can’t help himself.

“how about this,” he continues, his voice low and a little raspy as he props himself up on his elbows to look down at you. “i’ll make something to eat, yeah? and we’ll watch something. whatever you want—your pick.”

you arch an eyebrow at him, your fingers still toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “whatever i want?”

“anything, love,” he says, leaning down to nudge your nose with his. “even if it’s that god-awful reality show you made me watch last time.”

you laugh, your chest lifting against his, and he grins like he’s just won something.

“alright,” you say, your voice softening as you cup his face, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “in a minute.”

his grin fades into something gentler, sweeter, and his eyes soften as he looks at you. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you whisper, pulling him down into a slow, lingering kiss. his lips move against yours like he has all the time in the world, and when he pulls back, his forehead presses to yours, his breath warm and steady against your lips.

“take all the time you need, darling,” he murmurs, his voice so soft it makes your chest ache.

“so,” you say, smiling as you tighten your hold on him, your legs tangling with his. “guess you’re stuck here for a bit longer.”

“best place to be,” he says with a wink, and when you roll your eyes at him again, he just laughs, his hand coming up to trace idle patterns on your side as the two of you sink further into each other.

[sonic-wildfire]

10 Artists in Rotation - Team Eggman!

List of artists and corresponding genres for each character below the cut!

Navigation: [Team Sonic] | [Team Dark] | [Team Rose] | [Team Chaotix] | [Team Silver] | [Babylon Rogues] | [Team Eggman] (you are here!) | [Infinite & Mephiles]

Eggman:

Pink Floyd (progressive rock, art rock, psychedelic rock, space rock)

Yes (progressive rock, symphonic prog, progressive pop, pop rock, AOR)

Tool (progressive metal, progressive rock, alternative metal, post-metal)

Genesis (progressive rock, pop rock, symphonic prog, art rock)

Rush (progressive rock, hard rock, new wave, pop rock, AOR)

Kansas (progressive rock, hard rock, symphonic prog, AOR)

Boston (AOR, hard rock, pop rock)

Deep Purple (hard rock, progressive rock)

The Who (hard rock, pop rock, art rock)

King Crimson (progressive rock, art rock, new wave, progressive metal, industrial rock)

Metal Sonic:

808 State (acid house, breakbeat, acid techno, progressive house, IDM)

Björk (art pop, glitch pop, trip hop, IDM, downtempo)

Aphex Twin (IDM, acid techno, drill and bass, ambient techno)

Front Line Assembly (electro-industrial, EBM, industrial metal)

Skee Mask (breakbeat, IDM, ambient techno, hardgroove techno)

TR/ST (synthpop, futurepop, darkwave, electropop, synthwave, EBM)

Hatsune Miku (J-pop, electropop, dance pop, Shimokita-kei)

Propellerheads (big beat, breakbeat)

Daft Punk (French house, French electro, funky house, electroclash, disco)

The Prodigy (big beat, breakbeat hardcore, Belgian techno)

Orbot & Cubot

The Microphones (slacker rock, indie folk, psychedelic folk, avant-folk, neo-psychedelia, singer-songwriter)

Modest Mouse (slacker rock, indie rock, Midwest emo, post-punk revival, art rock)

Duster (slacker rock, slowcore, space rock revival, post-rock)

Pavement (slacker rock, indie rock, noise rock, power pop)

Dinosaur Jr. (slacker rock, indie rock, alternative rock, noise rock)

Car Seat Headrest (slacker rock, indie rock, singer-songwriter, noise pop, indietronica, art rock)

Sebadoh (slacker rock, indie rock, indie folk, alternative rock)

Guided By Voices (slacker rock, indie rock, power pop)

Neutral Milk Hotel (slacker rock, indie folk, indie rock, noise rock, singer-songwriter, psychedelic folk)

Eric's Trip (slacker rock, indie rock, noise pop)

[bcyhoods]

LOVEFOOL 💌 — ‘honey, i’m home’ with stevie please. no pressure at all and take ur time or feel free to skip it, idm at all. and congratulations again ml, ily xx

drew babyyyyy, i love u and i’m saur sorry this took so long!! i may have went overboard | 1.6k fem!reader

warnings: alcohol + one drunk steeb + undressing + shit ending

Robin is the first to insist that his party days are well behind him. It was supposed to be a lighthearted toast in some random corner of a vaguely familiar backyard. Keg King Steve has fallen from grace! Here’s to a sign of maturity!

The sentiment, much to Steve’s chagrin, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and it rivals whatever’s in his cup.

“So Harrington’s a lightweight, big deal! I still think you’re just as charming.” With a heavy hand and a tipsy grin, Eddie reassuringly slaps across Steve’s shoulders. The sheer force of it has his entire body jerking forward and his drink jumping over the plastic rim. It spills over his fingers, grossly sticking to his skin and foaming at the edge of his sleeve.

He’s not quite sure why it even affects his ego so much, but it’s feeling bruised and battered. Like something sour and unforgiving crept into his chest and delivered a hefty blow to his Pride.

It has him sputtering as he lamely pushes away the metal-head, “I can still—I mean, I'm not…a lightweight.”

Robin is usually pretty good at spotting his unease when she’s sober, but the cheap beer seems to make her hypersensitive to his changing mood. She shakes her head fervently and harshly swallows. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of!” She starts, “I’m just saying, you know…you’re not who you were in high school! Which is good! It’s a good thing. It’s just, like, your tolerance decreases as you get older and less athletic, everybody knows that. So it’s perfectly normal.”

He knows that she means well. It’s obvious in the way she attempts to soothingly rub his arm, the way she smiles at him as best she can. But he’s feeling like he just got all the air knocked out of lungs.

You’re not who you were in high school.

It’s loud. It echoes unkindly against his skull and penetrates the most vulnerable parts of his brain until the noise is smothered by something else. Something a lot less intelligible, almost barbaric.

The frenzied chanting over by the keg rings in his ears and grows louder with each weak breath he takes. Eddie’s trying to help now — says something about how Steve can still outsmoke half his regular customers. But his voice is static in the boy’s mind now as his attention is focused on a pair of ankles being held in the air in the midst of the growing crowd.

Just then, an old lightbulb flickers on in his head, his Pride is reanimated with a dizzying desire to prove himself. His chest increases in size, his shoulders are pushed back, his chin is held high, but the confidence doesn’t seem to reach his face. “I’m not a lightweight,” he mumbles before he’s striding across the grass and taking his place at the keg.

Steve is not a lightweight. He can certainly still hold his keg stand record. But he’s got enough alcohol in his system to fuel a garage full of cars.

It’s why he ends up hanging off your shoulders, humming some song by The Smiths, and making it entirely impossible to unlock your apartment door.

The warm skin of his forehead pushes into your cheek as he noses at the junction between your neck and your shoulder. Muscly arms are tightly wound against your middle, trapping your own arms underneath and pressing your keys into your thigh. His fluffy brown hair, uncharacteristically and boyishly disheveled, tickles the corner of your eye.

“Steve, I can’t…” You try to fight off his arms, but they only seem to tighten followed by a groan of protest from him. You huff before softly restarting, “I can’t open the door, Stevie.”

“Oh! Sorry,” he whispers. He readjusts himself so that one arm is around your back and the other lies limp at his side.

You’re finally able to unlock the door and push it open with the toe of your shoe before you’re helping Steve inside the darkness of your shared loft. As soon as he feels your hands leave his body, he frowns and slouches against the wall, mumbling something that you can’t quite make out. When you close the door and turn on the lamp, he’s abruptly jumping up and taking a harsh breath.

“Honey, I’m home!” His loud voice bursts into the empty apartment and reverberates against the walls.

He tries to stifle his giggle when he sees you flinch and consequently hit his chest. You press your index finger to your lips and glare at the boy, but he only snorts at the conspicuous smile you’re trying to suppress.

“Shh, Steve—”

“Shh! My girlfriend’s sleeping. Cool it,” he interjects lowly with his own finger wagging at you. Another snort and chuckle comes from him at his own joke before his shoulders slump again.

“Let’s go join her, then, yeah?” You coax him, gently pushing at his back so that he’s walking forward. His footsteps drag the entire journey to the bedroom until he lays eyes on the unmade bed that’s just screaming his name.

As soon as his hand reaches down to touch the mattress, his limbs turn to jelly and he gracelessly flops into the sheets. A groan of relief and exhaustion is pulled from his throat as he lets himself sink further into the pillows. Once you’ve turned on the light, you lean down to take his shoes off before you’re yanking him back up to you. He’s standing, but he’s slightly rocking back and forth on his ankles with his eyes closed.

You’re untucking his polo and pushing it up his torso, but his arms remain stuck at his sides. You sigh and pat against his chest to get him to look at you, which he does. “Steve, baby, I'm gonna need your help.”

Wordlessly, he throws his arms up and grabs at the hem of his shirt once you’ve pushed it up his arms. He flings it off and grabs at his undershirt to do the same, but freezes when he feels you unbuckle his belt. His face is burning up now as he watches you tug the leather out of the belt loops and reach for the button of his jeans.

“Woah, take me t’dinner first.”

A lazy smirk and glassy eyes are pointed your way and a laugh is pushed from your mouth before you can stop it. Every ounce of smugness is gone within a second and all he can do is stare at you with a big smile.

“If you behave, we’ll go to dinner tomorrow. Benny’s ‘cause they have your favorite burgers.”

He doesn’t even register what you say because he’s too focused on your laugh. The way your chest rumbles and the way these cute little wrinkles start to form by the corners of your eyes. Even when you dip your head away or cover your mouth to hide from him. The sound itself is enough to have him smiling, but you just look so pretty when you’re laughing, he’s practically starstruck.

When he comes to, you’re tapping at his calves to step out of his jeans. As soon as you’re upright again, he points out, “I’m making you laugh. Am I funny?”

“Oh, yeah,” you say it like it’s obvious, “This is supposed to be a secret, but…you make me laugh a lot actually.” The admission prompts a happy puff of air from him as he sits back down on the bed. He’s looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Good. I like when you laugh. When you’re laughing at me.”

You tug at his tank top to signal for him to lift his arms, and he happily obliges.

Scars run across his abdomen and glisten with each movement he makes. When he feels your fingertips gently kiss at the edges of the marred skin, a sobering feeling of vulnerability washes over him. A feeling that he’d tried so hard to get rid of tonight, hoping to drown it with a wave of something, anything else. And you seemed to bring it right back without even trying. Only it doesn’t feel suffocating like it did earlier. It feels safe.

“You’re so good t’me…” His voice is much softer now. He leans into your touch, shivering as you drag your hands up to his face, but his eyes are unmoving as they gaze into your own. “I love you.”

You beam down at him and push his wild hair back to leave a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, too, Steve.” And though you’ve said it a million times before, always teeming with warmth and fondness, his brows still pinch together.

“Really? You love me? You’re not lyin’?”

Your expression mimics his. But you only get closer to him, reassuring him, “‘Course I love you.”

“But…even though I get like this? Even though I can’t—hicc—though I’m not Steve from high school?” He grimaces. The words from earlier in the night faintly resurface in the back of his mind and he’s feeling bitter all over again. But as quickly as they came, you’re just as quick to snap him out of it.

“Mhm, I love every version of you. I love you, now.” You drop a kiss to his cheek. “I love drunk Steve.” A kiss to his other cheek. “And tomorrow, I’m gonna love hungover Steve.” A small peck on his lips.

His eyes are slow to open when you pull away, and he reaches for your hips like he’s going to fall over. But he doesn’t. He gives you a gooey smile and juts his chin forward in a silent request for you to kiss him again. Even though he still has the faint taste of liquor lingering in his breath, you do it anyway.

“That’s good. Because I’m definitely gonna be that guy tomorrow.”

[apyrisol]

made one of these relationship chart template thangs even tho im sure this fandom already has plenty lol ^^

feel free to use, credit appreciated but not necessary since my tag is in the corner (i mostly just want other people to be able to find the blank version lol). idm if you edit the key or add your oc just dont remove my @ :3

i generally use this as a guide for how to do connections but do wahtever

[iamstuckinthevoid]

H3Y @kitcats-1-braincell URE GONNA OWE ME SOOOOOOOON

MY FUCKIN BAG