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remixingreality · 3 days
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mysmuttyy · 5 months
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MUNCH | M.R
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⚠️- oral (f receiving), possible manipulation, orgasm control, teasing, dirty words, sub/dom!mattheo.
🌈- y/n is pink & mattheo is red.
summary- y/n is mad at mattheo & he figures out how to make her forgive him.
HE SITS ACROSS FROM ME, staring holes through my soul. I try to ignore him, after all, I’ve kept my game up all day.. surely I can do it some more, right?
Pansy continues with her ramble, whinging about who I assume is Blaise. The two of them are currently in an argument, just like Mattheo and I. Except, nobody knows we’re in an argument.
That’s the difference between mine and Pansy’s relationship; mine is private, whereas hers might as well be broadcasted to the whole school.
His foot kicks mine, but I ignore it. He huffs, banging his hand on the table. Everyone around us jumps, but I only roll my eyes. “Stop being a stubborn little bitch and answer me.” His dark voice barks across the table.
I raise my brows at the annoying boy before me, standing up out of my seat. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.” I spit, storming away from the table, anger radiating off my body.
I unintentionally crash into a tall figure, body coming to a halt. Cedric Diggory places his hand on my shoulder, looking down at me with concern. Before any of us say a word, someone interrupts.
That someone is my possessive ass boyfriend, stomping his feet toward us. “Get your fucking hands off her, Diggory” He demands, pointing his index finger at the brunette standing too close to me, too close for Mattheo’s liking.
Diggory is quick to move away, hand no longer touching me. I huff, turning to face an overly angry Mattheo Riddle, who is towered over me.
“Why are you such a fucking fool?” I huff, hands placed on my hips. He rolls his brown eyes, blowing out a breath. I turn away from him, feet carrying me in the direction of the dungeons.
He follows behind, cursing at my quick pace. I murmur the password to the painted picture before me, stepping through the now opened doors. Mattheo follows in after me, gripping onto my arm, pulling me close to him.
I huff, turning my body to face his. His bulge presses against me, drenching the panties I wear under my short school skirt.
“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”
SILKY BLACK SHEETS TOUCH MY SKIN, my bare body pressed against the softness of his king size mattress. His strong body holds mine down, eyes locked with mine. I shiver under his warm touch, nerves flooding throughout my body.
“You’re gonna let me make it up to you, aren’t you baby?” He whispers, lips an inch away from mine. I swallow my nerves, hands cupping his cheeks. The man on top of me raises his brows, bulge pressed into my skin, once again.
“I doubt you can, Mattheo” I reply, simply rolling my eyes at him.
Mattheos warm lips press against the skin of my neck, soft kisses trailing toward my breasts. I arch my back off the mattress, grinding against his cock, desperately throbbing for him.
His laugh vibrates against my skin, causing me to squirm. My whines echo throughout the room, back still arching off the mattress. I moan softly, feeling his lips travel down my body, kissing purple bruises into my skin.
He gets closer and closer to my dripping pussy, veiny hands spreading my legs as wide as they can go. I groan, feeling his finger slide across my slide.
“Mhm, you’re so fucking wet- Such a slut for me, huh?” He speaks after what felt like years of silence, making the couple hairs on my body stand up. I nod, feeling a sting against my thigh almost immediately.
“You ought to use your fucking words.” He demands, squeezing my thick, pale thighs. My lip quivers, breath shaky.
“I’m sorry sir- Yes, all for you.” I mumble out, letting my back press back into the mattress. He slips a finger inside me, feeling around my wet pussy. Sounds of my wetness echo throughout his room, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes staring deep into mine.
I melt into the sheets, moaning uncontrollably when he begins pumping in and out of me with two fingers. His long fingers are coated in my slick, smirk never disappearing from his face.
I grind against his fingers, so desperate to feel the tying knot at the bottom of my stomach. The man below me slaps my thigh, warning me to quit being impatient.
I comply, huffing out a apology.
His tongue replaces his fingers, swirling deep inside me. My moans fill the room, his fingernails digging into my thighs, drawing blood that trickles down my leg.
I’ve never noticed how long his tongue is, weirdly enough it being inside me is all that it takes for me to notice that. His laugh vibrates against me, once again, causing me to whine desperately.
“W-Why are you laughing?” I stutter, biting my bottom lip, eyes pointed up at the ceiling. He laughs some more, pulling his tongue out of me. Taps are felt against my thigh, telling me to look at him. I do as told, eyes locking with his.
“My tongues long, aye?” He mocks, thinking as himself as some comedian. I huff at the brunette in between my legs, pushing my thighs closer to his head. Moans fall from his lips, “Keep at your job, brat.” I demand.
He nods in response, diving back into my folds, slipping his tongue inside me, once again. If the pressure isn’t bad enough, he decided to add that; using his thumb to draw circles amongst my swollen clit.
I begin screaming, body moving to get away from his touch. He pushes onto my lower stomach, holding me down. I cry out begs, feeling myself clench around his tongue.
He grinds against the bed, attempting to get some sort of friction.
My body grinds into his mouth. “Please, I- I need to cum!” I whimper, hands gripping onto the sheets below my body.
“Do you forgive me?” He questions, slowing his pace on my clit. I shake my head, being truthful with him. He slaps his hand against my thigh, causing me to wince out in pain and frustration.
“Fuck! Please!?” I beg, hoping he accepts, but he just asks me the same question. Over and over, but I keep telling him no. My orgasm grows closer, body twitching as he sucks on my clit, tongue bow drawing circles on it.
His fingers slide back inside me, a third one being added to the mix. “Do. You. Forgive. Me?” He asks, dominating voice echoing in my brain.
I nod frantically, hands rushing to his curls. My fingers tangle with them as I roughly tug on them, almost ripping them from his head. He moans against my clit, free hand squeezing my skin.
“I forgive you baby boy! Please, please!!” I shout. He nods, smiling a soft smile at me. I groan, coming in his mouth, this load bigger than ever.
HE SITS UP, sitting himself beside me. My eyes fall to the wet patch on his pants, a laugh erupting from my lips. “You came in your pants?” I shout, laughing at him.
His cock throbs against the zipper of his pants, begging to be released. The man falls into the pillows, “Fuck, don’t laugh at me..” He cries, no longer the guy he was just two seconds ago.
I pull his zipper down, tossing his pants across the room. He then slides his boxers off, wincing when the cold air coming from the fan, hits his swollen dick. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make it up to you.” I mock, gaining a dirty look from him.
I roll my eyes, jumping onto his stand up cock. He moans an unexpected moan, eyes widened at how tight I am around his girth. My body moves on top of his, tits bouncing as I ride him.
Desperate moans from him fill the room, hands rested against my hips, helping me move at a demonic pace. “Mommy, fuck!” He screams, throwing his head back into the comfort of his pillows.
Sweat rolls down his forehead, orgasm building up in his balls. I nod my head, telling him to cum inside my pussy. “Fill me with your cum, Mattheo. Come on, put your babies inside me!” I shout, causing his cock to twitch deep inside me.
The man comes, making me moan breathy moans. My body collapses against his chest, the two of us soon falling asleep, cock still buried deep inside me.
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themangledhawk · 1 year
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Roberta Colindrez
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liasadventuretime · 1 year
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✦ TATE'S A NEEDY BOY 
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PROMPT ➜ tate was the sweetest person you could ask for, but what happens when the only person you can’t say no to, starts being needy ?
TAGS ➜ dom!reader x sub!tate, whimpering, impact play, degradation, humiliation, slight bondage and restraining, slapping. 
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Tate’s a fucking whore. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true for months, but it didn’t work. You have to also admit you liked it. He was a whore just for you. A needy whiny desperate boy that is all yours and only wants you. If he wants attention from you he’ll get it, one way or another.
You’re on a business call ? He’ll start undressing right in front of you with that desperate look on his face that you couldn’t resist. 
You’re busy with homework ? He’ll start palming himself letting out a moan or two. 
You’re trying to concentrate on something ? He’ll make you suck on his long slim fingers making you gag on them until you gave up. 
Tate had lots of problems, you already knew that. What he doesn’t know is that you enjoy them. All the times he cried about his mom, all the times he cried because he just loved you so much ? They all made you so aroused you were ashamed of it. You like being tate’s mom and he enjoys being your son. He liked all the times you pulled his hair because he was acting up. He liked all the times you took care of him while he was sick. He liked all the times you cuddled him to sleep in such a lovely and motherly way. He was your son, and you were his mother. Once he even called you mom by accident, but it felt so natural, it felt so good you didn’t even bring it up. You definitely had a mommy kink, and to say he loved it was way too little much to explain how he felt every time you called him a good boy or gave him a kiss on the forehead. There’s no way, there are no words and there are phrases to describe the way and the motherly urge to assist tate in whatever he needs. The way he cried made your heart wrench but also made you so aroused you couldn’t hold it back while seeing him in such desperate and ruined state. That’s the word. You wanted to ruin him. 
He definitely knows how to get on your nerves. You were in the kitchen trying to finish some math homework you had been working on for a bit now, when the little slut entered the room with only a towel around his waist, hair wet, abs in the air, hands super veiny and the most ridable arms you’ve ever seen. You focused back on your homework when you suddenly felt someone behind you. 
“What’re you doing sweetheart ?”
Oh you were going to ruin that man so bad he won’t be even capable of speaking such lustful words. His voice was so sweet and the deep it made you skip a heartbeat in your heart and feel an extra heartbeat in your clit. 
“Nothing, just some math homework.” You said in a non chalant voice, knowing damn well this motherfucker was up to something.
“Take a little break, will ya’ ?” He put his hands on your shoulder driving them to you cheeks, caressing them.
“You know I can’t Tate. I’ll be done in a minute, just be patient.” His hands paused, taking them off your face. 
“Please, five minutes that’s all I ask” He said in a begging tone, you know what’s going to happen, because it had already happened a thousand times.
But how could you ever say no to your sweet needy boy ?
“Tate please, don’t do this you know I can’t. Please.” He wasn’t going to give up that easily, wasn’t he ?
He looked at you for a few seconds, and decided the to take a chair from the table you were sitting on. Okay know you were definitely confused. 
Let’s just say you kind of didn’t expect what happened next. 
He sat on the chair, then started palming himself through the towel. 
You stopped breathing for a second. 
He brought his other hand to his mouth trying to cover the sinful noises he was making. 
He was a fucking moaning, whimpering mess. God, you loved this man.
“Please look at me. Please.” That voice. You looked at him. Rosy cheeks, tears flowing, hands veiny, hurt eyes.
“Please mommy, touch me.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. This was the last fucking straw. 
Your panties were soaking wet, it was time he would finally learn his lesson. 
You got up, took your MacBook charger, which was the longest one, walking towards him, realising he stopped palming himself.
As soon as u were looking down on him, he whimpered. 
He started sobbing, grabbing his red stinging cheek, looking at you in fear and shock. 
Heart beating. Really fast. Did you really do it. He was panicking. Fuck. 
You slapped him. You really did slap him. Then why did you both enjoy it ?
You forcibly took his hands putting them behind the chair, tying them up with the charger. 
“No plea-“ another slap. 
You took his face in your hands. 
“ If I hear you say another fucking word I’ll leave you here forever. God, you disgust me. Do you fucking enjoy tate ? Huh ? 
Do you like it when I treat you like my son ?
Do you like calling me mom ?
Are such a fucking deprived fucking pervert ? “
He started uncontrollably sobbing. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. 
Such pretty tears. Such pretty cheeks. 
You pulled his hair, making him cry even more. 
Soulmates, they were. The mom and the son. 
You brought your face in and softly kissed him, making him shut up. 
You left his lips, but he was begging for more. 
He wanted more more and more. 
You took off his towel and got on our knees. 
He was an honest eight inches, bit veiny, pink tip. 
You pumped him a few times, earning lots of grunts and whimpers from him. 
“Please I’m begging you, I will do anything just please. “
Aren’t men so beautiful when they beg ?
You took his tip in your mouth, glazing your tongue over it a few times.
He was so close to cumming. Your mouth was heaven. 
He loved you so much. 
Only you. 
Always and forever. 
Feeling your sweet tongue around him, he hissed. 
He jerked his hips, trying to feel a bit more.��
Get more, more and more. 
You took his tip out of your mouth with a pop sound, and you felt him desperately sigh.
You untied him and left him there. 
He took his dick in his hand, and pumped it a bit of times.
But it wasn’t fucking enough, he needed you. 
As soon as you saw him, you walked back to him. 
His left cheek was red and stinging again, his head to the side. 
He tried so hard not to cry, eyes all teary. 
“Don’t you even fucking dare. 
Do not touch yourself. “
He started sobbing, arms roping on your waist face lying on your stomach. 
You put your hands in his hair, caressing it while he was unstoppably sobbing. 
“You’re such a good boy aren’t you ?
So needy, and for what ? Are you that perverted ?
Hm ? Are you, Tate ?
You’re just a whore aren’t you ?”
He couldn’t even explain how much he was embarrassed and shamed in that moment. 
Then why did he enjoy it that much ?
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waffle-bubbles · 1 year
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It’s about time I acknowledge how hot Roberta Colindrez is on main.
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God damn.
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nightwingstits · 7 months
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that's the face of someone who is most definitely going
World's Finest Teen Titans #3 Writer: Mark Waid, Artist: Emanuela Lupacchino, Colors: Jordie Bellaire
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howifeltabouthim · 6 months
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. . . I was talking about reading. How I like to dip into other people's books, to catch the rhythm of their thinking, as I try to write my own.
Chris Kraus, from I Love Dick
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remixingreality · 21 hours
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mysmuttyy · 5 months
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M.R
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📸- jade69044 on Pinterest (her photos are amazing, check them out!)
PERSONALLY, this is what i believe mattheo riddle to be like. If you do not like the way I portray him, then i kindly advise you to move along 🤍
⚠️- includes smut, name calling, possibly offensive language, etc
🌈- purple means innocent & red means not so innocent
Mattheo has a tattoo of his mothers birthday on his heart.
Mattheo owns a red electric guitar, plays extremely well + has an amazing voice.
Mattheo loves swimming.
Mattheo loves the black lake and begs for you to go down there with him, either for a swim or just to sit under a tree.
Mattheo has a massive heart, always puts others before himself.
Mattheo is friends with longbottom & sticks up for him whenever it’s needed.
Mattheo loves to read to you.
Mattheo’s love language is physical touch. He loves to hold your hands, put his hand on your thighs, hug you, etc.
Mattheo: Aside from you and theodore, tom is his favourite person. Mattheo goes above and beyond to defend his older brother, as tom basically raised him.
Mattheo isn’t incapable of love, he can love, just doesn’t know how to express it.
Mattheo is top of all his classes, literally one of the smartest people, but he doesn’t like to show it.
Mattheo is literally cupid. He can tell who likes who and what people are good matches for one another.
Mattheo loves art; painting, drawing, etc.
Mattheo loves tattoos & has plenty of them. Sleeves that he lets you colour in.
Mattheo gym rat, man has massive muscles.
Mattheo loves making you nervous in public. He’ll secretly touch you, slap your ass, whisper dirty things in your ears, etc.
Mattheo calls you mommy when he’s feeling needy.
Mattheo is always horny, even after.
Mattheo is a switch; both dom and sub. He likes being a bottom, as well as a top.
Mattheo draws 🥵 photos of you two, but mostly you.
Mattheo gets hard easily, but only for you. You could touch him and boom, he’s hard.
Mattheo loves to call you a dirty slut, whore, stubborn bitch, etc.
Mattheo is obsessed with you, your body and always remind you how gorgeous you are. “You’re so gorgeous, it makes me so nervous.” , “Let me see that beautiful face, baby.”
Mattheo is a fucking MUNCH and a needy one at that. “Fuck, your pussy is so good.” , “Mhm, let me eat you out.” , “I’m not hungry for food, bitch, open your fucking legs.”
Mattheo likes to be called sir, makes him feel good.
Mattheo is a whiny boy, even when he’s dom. “Fuck, fuck.. good little slut, hm?” , “Please speak up, princess.”
Mattheo loves coming inside and will always beg for it. “Mommy, please! Let me.. let me cum inside hm? I’ll be a good boy!?” , “Fucking let me cum inside you, fuck!”
Mattheo loves getting head almost as much as he loves giving it.
Mattheo is extremely needy in the morning, he loves waking up with his throbbing cock in your mouth.
Mattheo never fails to fuck you good, it’s literally a talent of his.
Mattheo always makes you lose your ability to walk and laughs whenever you fall, but loves helping you around.
Mattheo is so easy to tease, he immediately breaks.
Mattheo secretly wishes you’d cuff him and edge him til he’s begging. If you were to do it, he wouldn’t make it easy for you and would def ‘punish’ you afterwards.
Mattheo fingers you in class, but stops when you get close then disappears for the rest of the day. At night you either have him begging for you to stop edging him, or you’re begging him to fuck you.
Mattheo fucks you before every game, claims it brings him luck. If he loses, you’re being fucked all night.
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themangledhawk · 1 year
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liasadventuretime · 1 year
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can you write aftercare with evan/tate? like the reader being really sore after and him helping her/comforting her🥺
thank you! can even be a blurb or something small if you’re interested
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✦ EVERYTHING'S OKAY
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PROMPT ➜ daily quickies very nothing out of the ordinary for you and tate, but you sometimes crave his affection more than anything.
TAGS ➜ tate x reader, fluff, comforting, insecurity.
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you were pretty much used to having sex with tate in the most unusual moments. before school, while studying, while your parents were in the house. but this time it was different, because there was no one to disturb your peace. it was a Saturday morning, one of your favorite days of the week and you had no upcoming tests so you could use the weekend to actually relax. it was raining in the morning, which was no surprise since it's the end of November, and Christmas was coming up. the sound of the rain wetting your window was calming. this was the first Christmas you could spend with tate together. the last times you celebrated Christmas were awful because your parents were always arguing for some stupid shit. they always took the first chance to complain about the other, or make snaky comments about each other. it always ended with you going to your grandparents house while they sorted things out.
this was also the first Christmas that you wouldn't spend with your grandparents, and you were actually kinda sad, because even tho being with them on such a special day meant no good you were still grateful that they were always there for you, and getting anything you needed. at least you have tate with you, and you couldn't ask for a more perfect boyfriend. he wasn't such an expert on aftercare, you always used to have quickies and there was absolutely no time for anything other then a hug and a kiss on the forehead, or him whispering sweet nothings into your ear. this time, you had all the time of the world. he has always been the submissive one of the relationship so you were a bit embarrassed to ask him if you two could spend a few hours together cuddling and talking, let's just say overall comfort each other.
he got up from the bed, still naked while you observed his beatiful back muscles, still lying on the bed. god, this man was so gorgeous. he was still in boxers, when he leaned on your face and kissed you on the forehead as usual. it wasn't something you've ever specifically asked for, but tate does observe your reactions and body language. he actually cared about you, because you were actually different. you probably would exchange him to be able to have one minute chat with Robert Pattinson, but at least he never had to fake a laugh around you. he could be weird, annoying, paranoxious sometimes even worth killing but he never felt so comfortable around someone. he would do anything for you.
anything.
"hey tate ?" it almost felt like a whisper, you barely could hear yourself. for some reason your heart was about to jump out of your chest. it felt as if you were having a panic attack.
"yeah ?" he replied back in a monotone but caring way, you could just feel how tired he was from his voice. he hadn't been eating a lot, always smoking, always sleeping and big dark bags under his eyes. he said it was probably just the seasonal depression, but you always made sure he was okay.
"do you mind if we spend a bit of time together ? we can do whatever you want, watch a movie, take a bath, you choose." you didn't want to sound desperate but at the same time you've been craving some affection recently. he just felt more cold, as if u were having sex with a dead man who could talk. almost like you were having sex with a corpse. you've been feeling pretty lonely, but was it really his fault ? I mean he's going thru a hard time shouldn't you be the one to comfort him in such situation ?
distracting you from your paranoid thoughts was him jumping on the bed, furiously taking his shirt off and getting under the covers. you were a bit confused until he brought his hands to your waist and hugged you. he positioned his head on your shoulder, caressing your neck with his nose. you relaxed not realising you were anxious. but you couldn’t even sort out what you were anxious about. tate was so caring, and never treated you badly. 
“why didn’t you tell me that before ?” he asked you in a calm reassuring tone.
“I don’t know... maybe I was scared of your reaction ?” you said, immediately feeling stupid about what you just said because he still hasn’t given you any reasons to feel that way. you were also scared to make him feel guilty or insecure about something he shouldn’t be guilty or insecure of. you felt him positioning his back on the pillow. you rolled to look at him. 
“you were scared ... of my reaction ??” he had one of the most confused looks on his face. for a second you stopped thinking to appreciate how much this man was pretty. he had the rosiest prettiest cheeks ever, he had those beautiful eyes that could make anyone fall to their knees. he had the best hair ever, you absolutely loved the way it felt between your fingers, tugging it while he was between your legs making them shake or just cuddling before you had to go to school. his smile was the most angelic one you’ve ever seen, but something that even made it better was feeling it on your clit while trying to not make too much noise by putting your hand on your mouth. 
he caressed your cheek with his thumb making you snap out of your limbo, looking up at him. “why would you ever be scared of my reactions ? did I do something ?” you exactly did what you were scared of. you made him worry about something that wasn’t under control. 
“no, but I was scared that you would feel like I'm annoying or too needy, I don’t know I just didn’t know what to think or do or say” he looked at you with a more relaxed expression on his face. he pulled you and placed your head on his chest, guiding his hand to your hair. you stayed in that position for a while, both of you not knowing what to say just enjoying each other’s company. you both were very needy people, always needing reassuring and fiscal affection. you were a perfect match. 
the cigarette of the smoker
the rubber band of the cash
the light to the match
you were made for each other, there was nothing in the world that could make you feel better than him. he wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t either. yet when you were together, you were one thing. one soul match. one flame. one perfect thing, because you didn’t complete each other but you were two pieces of a puzzle that matched perfectly. without any type of forcing.
he picked you up and placed you on his lap, got his shirt and put it on. you took off your shirt and bra, and slided Inside his shirt placing your head on his chest. he thought it kind of made the two of you be one single thing. one single soul. you felt him trying to snake his arms around your back so you snaked yours around his. this is maybe the first time you felt warm hugging him. the world stops as soon as he touches you. all your worries ? gone. that’s the type of person you would like to keep around for the rest of your life. you felt this bubbly floating sensation in your stomach, that you’ve been feeling since the first time you two met. 
you both fell asleep in that position, waking up two hours later. it was still raining, but the house was warm. your parents were going to be out of town for a while so now you could spend a bit more time with tate, doing whatever you liked. the house was in complete silence, you could only hear your breath and his. 
tate woke up but he found you still sleeping. this man was so in love, he could look at you for the rest of his entire life. he took the shirt off, placing you on the bed with only some panties on, while he went to the bathroom and got the shower ready. he got in, and as soon as u woke up, you realised he wasn’t on the bed anymore. you heard the shower running so you went in the bathroom. the pavement was cold and you weren’t wearing any socks but you didn’t mind. 
you took off the last piece of clothing you had on and got in the shower, he looked at you with a slight smirk on his face which made you smile a bit. you hugged him, and even tho at the beginning he was surprised by your gesture, he held you as thigh as possible. caressing your back, you never thought you could find someone like him. yet you did. 
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elizabethactual · 1 month
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"Hahn’s hallmarks, however, make every performance memorable – especially when it comes to playing desire, double meaning, or simply interest. In her smaller roles she deifies her top-billed acting partners through an unblinking stare of naked fascination, and in doing so garners her own attention. In her own vehicles, she finds about a dozen different ways to want - sometimes shamelessly, and sometimes with a simmering guilt that lies just beneath the surface of whatever she’s actually saying."
Bonus delightful Agatha Harkness description:
"Hahn plays the ancient witch/chameleonic sitcom suburbanite with a glee that combines over-the-top comedic roots and a knowing, withholding sadism that she is the only character in this godforsaken Puritanical world that fucks."
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hoppitty-doppity · 5 months
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yall im back in my DC phase again which means i’m infatuated with dick grayson again so have my lil design for him🫶i wanted his nightwing suit to be more blue and i added yellow like a homage to discowing bc i miss him (will have to click to see full thing in some images)
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my little meow meow🫶🫶🫶
OH AND have these side profs bc he has a mullet idc i miss it🫶sorry they’re diff sizes i didn’t crop them correctly when i was saving them😭
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