#ur not allowed to judge me

[sundew199]

‼️BEAT THE PUSSY UP CALL PETA‼️

[oceanwithouthermoon]

maybe its just me but i cant stand when people are like "it just doesn't sit right with me how teruhashi thought about aiura 🥺" like yes... its not supposed to ??? because her thinking badly of other girls and prioritizing male validation over everything is one of her main flaws ??? can we talk about that WITHOUT making it seem like shes not allowed to have a single actual flaw without suddenly becoming an awful person? nobody can handle complex female characters at all and its so fucking annoying

[rucow]

this year i am experiencing having someone's mars (and chiron) in my 8H, and im going absolutely feral over them, like. im insane. ive lost whatever inhibitions i used to have. i am free and wild 🩷

[monsoon-of-art]

Planning for when I get my PC back

[rose022]

hi rose!! sorry i unfollowed you i unfollowed a bunch of people in a panic the other day but anyways it should be fixed now

i wanted to say thank you tbh. hopefully this doesnt come off weird but i genuinely love seeing your blog on my dash. youre so sweet and you genuinely are just like. a really positive presence on tumblr im glad youre here

i know we don’t talk a whole lot but i don’t think any less of you,, you’re really cool and i love when we do get to interact. youve been so kind to me/our system too,, you’re a great person and i’m glad we met

— kumo ☁️ (IM IN A SAPPY MOOD SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD /LH)

hii, u dont need to apologize for panicking? its okay! and tbh ive unfollowed people on accident and ur not the first to unfollow me and then send an ask when u refollow tho also i like rarely ever realize.... but its okay!!!

and uhm?? youre welcome!?!? also thank you?? woah? its always my goal to be nice and like, positive, so im glad thats working well lmaoo. i dont talk a whole lot to most people tbh cus im very scared of messaging people first unless we're super close abd even then sometimes too. idk brain weird. but thats okay too!! i think you're also cool and i also like when we interact yayay!!

this isnt the first time its happened but i never get when people thank me for being kind to them cus thats just like. im kind to everyone?? cus why wouldn't i be?? i think everyone should always try to be kind to each other??? and like i get you cant always be nice but i thibk you should still try to a lot cus being nice to people is nice and makes me feel nice and also i get this stuff in return

anyway that was long oops but tbh urs was long too bye bye kuno or whoever reads this!!

[bandomgay]

I'm to dissociated to rationalize anything about the situation still but like man...we know there's a fanonized reality vs like real one and like that's just like how it's been?? It's no body's fault that those lines blurred for yall

[real-reulbbr-band]

You know while I'm writing this Munk thing I'm thinking about how funny it would be if Dem didn't recognize fake D and Mac ended up choosing Jellicle choice.

He’d 100% disregard the jellicles vote and just shoot Munk up there but yea.

[hatake]

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[remnants]

yh i give up lol here's the bernard pinterest board *

[gibbearish]

love how literally every other r/offmychest post is someone going "my partner just asked about opening up the relationship, what do i do?" and the comments are "the relationship is dead, this is a horrible betrayal of your trust, break up with them you don't deserve this abuse"

[cherrysmokesaconha]

God, I'm so glad I changed to Perchance Char.AI tbh.

Cuz seeing Character.AI (the og one) destroy themselves with stupid updates is so sad... I had to delete my whole account cuz I couldn't delete my characters x( yeah the app just sucks now.

[mattsweethart]

clingy!boyfriend!Chris Sturniolo headcanons because my delusions stay undefeated:

1. can’t fall asleep unless he’s touching you chris deadass can’t sleep unless he’s physically attached to you in some way. doesn’t matter if it’s his arm around your waist or his leg tangled with yours—he needs contact. you roll over just once and he’s immediately like:

“where you goin’? come back. i need you for survival purposes.” bonus points if he mumbles stuff in his sleep like “mine” or “don’t leave” with his face smushed into your shoulder 😭

2. will text you 47 times if you don’t respond for like an hour you go quiet for 63 minutes and chris goes into full meltdown mode.

“hello??” “did you join a cult” “this is my joker origin story.” “just realized i could’ve called but now it’s about the principle” and then when you finally answer, he hits you with the classic: “i wasn’t worried. just checking in. as a responsible bf. no further questions.”

3. randomly shows up at your door with snacks and a playlist chris is a menace in the cutest way. he’ll randomly show up at your house with boba, hot cheetos, a crumpled bag of gummy worms, and a playlist titled something like

“ur the sun and also probably a little unhinged (but i like it)” and he’ll just say “missed ur face. got bored. needed to share this song that made me think of your eyebrows.” 💀💀💀

4. inserts himself into all your facetime calls you’re on facetime with your best friend and chris will appear in the background like:

“hey tell them about the goose i almost fought” or worse—he just sits next to you the whole call, mouthing your words and silently judging your convos like it’s a reality show and when you’re like “babe pls go” he says “i could leave. but what if i stay and be annoying instead?”

5. beefs with your pet bc he’s jealous of the attention chris absolutely has fake beef with your dog/cat bc they get more snuggles than he does

“why is milo allowed to lay on your chest and i’m not?” “he’s literally a dog.” “and i’m literally your boyfriend???” cue him trying to wedge himself in next to the pet like “move over bro, she was mine first.”

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[ashthesalamipiece]

I keep leaving requests cuz I love ur dad Bakugo fics and js how you write in general… THANK U FOR ALL THE FICS ASH!! 💗💗

Maybe another dad Bakugo x mom reader scenario, where they have two daughters and they are 4 and 6 and constantly are at eachothers throats about stupid stuff.. but when reader tries to get them to relax and apologize and she’s just trying to be nice, the youngest says “no” and makes a snarky comment and yells and katsuki overheard and is FURIOUS, dad katsuki to the rescue XD

OMG ILYYY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND WORDS♡♡

Enjoyyy♡

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"You Don't Talk to Her Like That."

(Dad!Bakugo x Mom!Reader, Girl Dad Edition, soft rage and girl drama)

The house had been a battlefield since breakfast.

The six-year-old, Mina, was stomping around in her glitter boots because the four-year-old, Aiko, had looked at her cereal “weird.” Aiko, meanwhile, was crying because Mina had told her she wasn’t allowed to like dinosaurs and princesses.

You’d been refereeing World War Sisters all morning.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said gently, kneeling between them as they squared off like tiny supervillains. “You both need to take a breath. Nobody’s in trouble, but it’s not nice to say mean things to each other, okay? Let’s try again. Aiko, do you want to say sorry for yelling?”

Aiko’s brows furrowed, her arms crossing tightly over her little chest. “No.”

You blinked. “Sweetie…”

“No!” she barked, voice shrill and defiant. “She should say sorry first! You’re always on her side!”

You opened your mouth—but she cut you off with a stomp of her foot and a scowl that could rival her father’s.

“You’re the worst mom ever!” she screamed, cheeks puffed out and eyes stormy. “I don’t even LIKE you!”

The room went dead silent.

A beat.

Two.

Then from the hallway—

A dangerous voice:

“…The hell did you just say?”

You froze.

Both girls froze.

And then there he was. Katsuki Bakugo, in all his looming, broad-shouldered, explosive glory, having clearly just walked in from patrol judging by the unzipped hero jacket and still-mussed ash-blond hair. His red eyes were sharp, locked on Aiko with a glint of restrained fury.

Aiko’s mouth suddenly turned very small.

Bakugo stepped into the room with slow, heavy steps. “You talk to your mom like that again, and you and I are gonna have a real serious problem, kid.”

You saw it then—the wobble in her lip, the shrinking of her posture. She knew she crossed a line. She just didn’t expect Daddy Bakugo to show up like a storm cloud.

He crouched down so he was eye-level, voice stern but not yelling. "Your mom—" he jabbed a thumb in your direction, "—is the nicest damn person in this house. You don’t ever talk to her like she’s not. You got that?"

Aiko sniffled. “...’m sorry…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not to me. To her.”

She turned to you, face scrunching up. “I’m sorry, Mommy…” she whispered, tears starting now.

You sighed, scooping her into your arms. “It’s okay, baby. But we have to use kind words. Even when we’re mad.”

Bakugo straightened, turning to Mina who looked suddenly very interested in her boots.

“You got somethin’ to say too?” he grunted.

Mina flinched. “Sorry, Mommy…”

“Better.”

Then—like flipping a switch—Bakugo softened as he looked back at you, sliding behind you to wrap his arms around your waist while you still held Aiko.

“You okay?” he muttered in your ear.

You leaned back against his chest with a tired sigh. “Parenting is hard.”

He huffed a short laugh, chin resting on your shoulder. “Yeah. But we’re doin’ alright.”

“Even when they try to kill each other?”

He smirked. “Especially then.”

[hyuniyz]

HAND PLACEMENTS !

PAIRING. skz x gf!reader

GENRE. smut.

NOTES. yall this was js so thirsty 😭 but i hope yall enjoy !! also if u know me irl and u see this.. turn a blind eye pls ^^ | like my work? buy me a ☕️

★ chan ( 방찬 )

he leans back in his chair, chuckling to himself at the eager way you throw yourself down on your knees in front of him. eager to have your hands on him, eager to please him. his assessing eyes watch your hands that fiddle with his belt impatiently and he tsks, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent studio. your eyes dart to his at the sound, scared at the possibility that you had done something to displease him. however he extinguishes your worries. chan threads his fingers into your hair and tugs, harshly. the loud moan you let out seems to take both of you by surprise as you stare at your boyfriend with your eyes wide. he only chuckles at your embarrassed expression before pulling you forward and connecting your lips. kissing chan has to be your favourite thing you think. you love the way his tongue caresses yours, the way he angles your head in a way that allows him to kiss you even deeper and the way he’s so attentive to your needs. so attentive in fact that he’s tuned to notice when you particularly like something, and so as he tugs at your hair again, you feel him smirk against your lips when you release another whine. he pulls back slowly and instead uses his hold on your hair to push you back to your previous position between his legs. this time he helps you pull down his pants, his other hand still tugging at your roots harshly in the way that he now knows you like.

“dirty girl, you like when i’m rough with you?”

★ lee know ( 리노 )

no matter how many times he denies the teasing words his members throw at him lightheartedly. minho thinks there’s truth behind their words. the fact that he’s so completely enamoured by you that he can’t help but act like a teenager whenever your around. well he’s acting like one right now.. a very horny teenager judging by the tent his pants that he ignores in favour of holding you up against the door of the fitting room. what? don’t judge he couldn’t control himself. the moment you had walked out to show him the pretty sundress adorning your body, all that control was thrown out the window and he couldn’t drag you back into the fitting room any faster. the threat of someone finding you like this - with straps of your dress pulled down your shoulders to provide minho with easy access to ravish your chest and your legs wrapped around your boyfriend’s waist - looms over your head but you lose focus when minho’s lips closes around your nipple, and tugs, pulling a surprised moan out of you. he lifts his head at the sound, mind hazy with the need to destroy you but he seems to realise your surroundings. a kiss to your collarbone rewards him with another moan that has him pressing his palm to your mouth to muffle any further sounds while his other hand sneaks between your legs.

“gotta be quiet for me baby.”

★ changbin ( 창빈 )

oh he absolutely ruins you with his hands under the back of ur thighs, holding your weight up against him so you can cling to him in your haste to get impossibly closer. he loves to be reminded of how much of an effect his strength has on you and so he slips his hands under your thighs from where your straddling him, muttering a quiet “jump” against your lips that has you going feral but you comply to his wishes with a breathy whine. you’re too far lost in his lips to acknowledge the slight smirk he supports but you do not miss the way his hands flex under you a little as he carries you towards his bedroom and you press into him harder. your own fingers trail down to brush over his veins that became more prominent with him flexing. he shudders at your touch and now it’s your turn to smirk into the kiss, pleased that you seem to hold some power over him too. before you know it, changbin’s slowly pulling away from you so that he can deposit you on the bed and you pout when his touch disappears from beneath your thighs. your boyfriend chuckles at your expression but doesn’t let you mourn his touch for long before his hands come down to palm at your chest through your shirt.

“oh pretty, you like my hands on you?”

★ hyunjin ( 현진 )

my hopeless romantic. he can’t help but let his palms completely envelope your face. his fingers brushing over the high points of your cheek while his mouth trails over your jaw to pull breathy sounds from you. he’s so absolutely endeared by you that he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. seeing you get lost in the pleasure he gives you pushes him closer to the edge too. after hours when you’re both far too spent and the room smells of desire and sweat, hyunjin still props himself up using his elbows so his fingers can continue to ghost over your features.

“i’m always in awe of how beautiful you are, my love.”

★ han ( 한 )

han prides himself for being collected and controlled but all that control extinguishes the longer he stays in your present. in his most intimate moments with you where the only sounds that echo around the room are the ones that he pulls from you - your breathy whimpers as you writhe against his body mixed with his groans - he simply finds it hard to focus when your hands explore his bare skin with so much fervor that he bucks his hips into yours, releasing a whine of his own. As much as he loves the feeling of your hands on him, he doesn’t trust himself to not lose control if your hands continue down the dangerous path down his abs. so one of his hands gather both of yours to pin them above your head, stretching them in a way that forces you to give up all your control to him. his other hand travels down the length of your body to grab onto your thigh which he uses as leverage to hike your ankle over his shoulder.

“gonna make you feel so good baby.”

★ felix ( 용복 )

he wants to feel as close to you as possible. idc if it’s too basic but he loves holding your hands. lacing his fingers with yours as he presses kisses to your stomach and slowly descends down the length of your body. a surprised gasp sounds from you, followed by a moan when you feel him press open mouthed kisses near your core. “please lix” your hips lift on their own accord in your determination to relief the throbbing in between your legs. ever the dotting boyfriend, felix all but dives in. urgent fingers pushing your ruined underwear to the side so he can have unrestricted access. the way he moves his mouth against you nearly makes you see stars, and you’re thankful for the way he grips your hand, long fingers squeezing gently around a yours to ground you to reality. you nearly cry out loud when he lifts his head and the pleasure disappears, but the cry gets stuck in your throat when instead of his tongue he thrusts two of his fingers into you, keeping you full.

“you take my fingers so well baby.”

★ seungmin ( 승민 )

one of seungmin’s favourite feelings is your bare body beneath his, especially in this state where you can’t seem to get enough of him judging by the fact that your hands struggle to figure out where to settle on his body. Seungmin is in a similar predicament. He sees you lying below him all pliant and willing to take whatever he gives you and he curses himself in his head for only having two hands that make it impossible for him to hold your entire body at the same time. It’s a shame, he figures that his hands fail him to worship your body in the way you deserve. complaints aside, he decides to rest his palms on the soft curve of your waist, palms gliding up the length of your body in a way that tickles - his touch rewards him with a gentle laugh from you but it turns into a moan when your crotch lightly brushes over his. his hold gives him the opportunity to caress your body under his touch and also to use his grip on you to hold you down as he ruts up into you powerfully.

“gonna lay there all pretty and take it, right?”

★ i.n ( 아이엔 )

OH THIS FREAK. don’t let his sweet face fool you he is a munch through and through. but who can blame him really. not when your soft thighs are straddling his bare waist and your lips are interlocked with his in a sweet kiss. his rough hands however contradict the softness of his lips. you wince against in his mouth, as a result of the vice grip jeongin has on your hips but he can’t bring himself to care - not when he knows you enjoy it secretly - instead he urges you up with his grip. you stumble forward into his chest, not expecting that push but after regaining your balance you comply with his wishes, climbing up the rest of the way. jeongin’s thankful for the way you understand him to the point where he doesn’t even need to speak a word to convey what he wants. you just know. just like you know that he wants you to straddle his face. and fast judging by his frantic hands on your hips that pull you down further so that you’re fully seated. you both let out synchronised moans the moment his lips make contact with your hot core.

“just let me pleasure you.”

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[nolovelingers]

hi omg i loved ur hcs for ethan landry as ur bf <333 do you think you could write something like that, but for tate langdon, please?

TATE LANGDON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

ೄྀ࿐ requested ! ˊˎ-

headcanons — // cw ! : dark themes ,, obsessive tendencies,, nsfw !! similar to ethans i try to keep these as realistic as my silly little mind is able to think !! very toxic relationship 🌀 talk of self harm & smoking

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 SFW !!

TATE LANGDON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is like meeting someone who’s not like anyone you’ve ever met. there are no duplicates, copies or a person even remotely similar to the dark eyed boy.

there’s always been something about his odd personality that has a strange charm to it. he’s always held himself up to his own standards and even back before the entire westfield high situation he’s been very picky about his living style and the people he surrounds himself with.

so therefore when he met you, the stilled silence to his violent tornado, it was as if everything else in the world dimmed and the spotlight shone to you.

he would never leave you alone. not when you move rooms, not if you try to have people over, not when you stormed into the backyard and sat under the flickering moon as you desperately grasped for alone time. not even when you go to the bathroom.

the second he came into your life and you allowed him to, privacy no longer existed. the only time he would ever leave was if he had his own emergency to partake to or if your guardian(s) were around.

at first it was cute, you couldn’t really deny the fact that having a boyfriend so attached to the hip and dependent made your heart flutter in some sort of way. but you quickly learned that even as dreamy as it sounds it’s not all that great.

if you run to the bathroom and lock yourself inside the langdon boy is fast to follow suite, confused on where or what you were running from until he watched you shut the restroom door and he slid his back against it; knees brought up to his chest as he patiently waited for you to come back out. and trust me, he will wait. doesn’t matter if it’s hours or even half of the day. he won’t move an inch.

you hardly invite friends over but the few times you do you’re fast to regret it. you tell him your friends coming over, hoping he’ll take the hint to leave, and he’ll only blankly stare at you; face devoid of any emotion as he mutters a gentle ‘oh’ before returning to looking through your collections of whatever it is you have an abundance of. maybe books, cd’s, vinyls, comics, posters, crystals/rocks, stuffed animals, funky socks or a hoard of animal bones; there’s nothing in your room tate hasnt gotten his hands on.

even after you alert him of the approaching company unless you plan on shoving him out or repeatedly asking him to leave he doesn’t plan on going anywhere. he’s terrible at reading social cues and you have to spell out the simplest things for him.

he’s quick to judge your friends, not one of them is good enough for you in his mind and he’ll be sure to voice that. sometimes even straight to their face; with a blank expression and no emotion behind his eyes. it doesn’t matter how close or how long you’ve known someone, could even be your whole life, they’re not good for you like he is.

he often says the most terrible and disgusting things about them to your face, judging you heavily for the people you hang around and making you feel insecure.

he is definitely the type to drive wedges in between all of your relationships. just with your friends at first but as the relationship furthers he begins to do the same to your family too.

obviously he can’t leave the house but if there was ever a time you ranted about someone you dislike, hurt your feelings or overall anything spoken poorly about them he would remember it till halloween and carefully map out their murder. i mean, you wanted them to die right? why else would you tell him about it?

tate is extremely oblivious to your emotions. he loves you so much and it’s clear to him you must be meant for each other. so no matter how you feel back, reciprocated or not tate would assume you liked him too. he refuses to be in the friend zone and throws a hissy fit if you ever even try.

as we all known he’s one of the prettiest criers out there and this is very useful when it comes to manipulating. he knows you have a weak spot for seeing his tears and now anytime you try to lecture him, kick him out or he feels as though you’re not understanding his (rather malicious) side of the story the tears are quick to fall. but the tricky thing here is that they are always real tears of sadness and regret; it’s just as though he’s reprogrammed himself to cry at any minor inconvenience.

his favorite cuddle position is spooning and he often likes to be the little spoon. no one in his life has ever cared for him enough (or at least in his eyes they haven’t), and when you have your arms securely around him, pulling him into you; it’s like heaven on earth. he feels so safe, warm and comforted. there are of course days where the rolls switch but there’s really no denying he prefers to be the one being spooned.

id definitely say he’s a sort of pathological liar and even when he doesn’t mean for it to happen lies fall from his mouth as easy as tears stream from his eyes. it could be about the stupidest shit or it could be actually serious as he tries to work his way out of a situation he’s actually at fault for.

this makes it really hard to trust him, because it’s eerily scary how easy it is for him to lie straight to your face with even blinking, or come up with excuses on the spot. i know people like to claim they’re usually good at picking up when people are lying to them but with tate it’s a huge challenge. he’s unnaturally good at it and doesn’t hesitate.

it’s not easy to pick up on his fibs in the moment but there are a few times you’re able to realize later on; as his stories don’t add up or he forgot his lie in the first place and comes up with a completely different one when asked the same question from before.

and even then once he gets caught; deny deny deny. you’re the one in the wrong for accusing him of something like that when he just has a poor memory and suddenly you’re the bad guy for pointing fingers even though you’re the one with evidence and he just throws out empty accusations.

if you smoke i think he’d love to break into your stash a lot, he didn’t use weed before his death but once you introduce him i see him as a sort of mini-stoner. he’ll use your stuff without even asking. he kind of contradicts himself in that way because for the most part when he was still living he thought people who smoked or drank were stupid, ruining their body. he looked down on them. when you’re dead though you cant really destroy your body and though he still doesn’t like drinking he’ll indulge in smoking.

if you do any sort of after school activity or club he’ll encourage you to quit, telling you how it’s all stupid and a waste of time that you could be spending together. if you refuse he’ll try to sabotage it for you the best he can while being confined to the house. maybe sending a nasty email to your teacher/coach or by ruining a uniform or equipment you use.

there’s definitely times when he’s asked you to drop out of highschool to which you immediately declined and there’s not really much else he could do about this nuisance.

langdon will put you onto his likes and interests, music or movies he has a taste for. he’ll try the stuff you like as well but he’s quick to judge and doesn’t do second thoughts or tries. if he doesn’t like it he won’t even pretend to and will harsh out negative reviews before you turn it off. and then he’ll act confused on why you suddenly stopped it but he’s very glad you did. he couldn’t stand it.

and because of this when you’re hanging out it’s all about what tate wants to do. the music he wants to play. the things he wants to talk about and the films he wants to watch.

jealousy is a major problem for him and the mention of really anyone, but especially if it’s a guy, will have his blood pumping and his head spinning.

to him, he only has you. it should be the same way around, he absolutely hates that you have and know other people that aren’t just him.

tw? — if you ever try to leave him he goes all out and puts on the most dramatic show you’ve literally ever seen. throwing himself against walls, screaming and crying his eyes out, burying his head in his knees and clutching at his hair while begging and pleading for you to stay. he doesn’t get angry at all but turns more pathetic and desperate as he clings onto you. lots of “ill do better”, “you can’t leave me”, “tell me what I did wrong” and “you’re all I have”’s leaving his lips. if this doesn’t work he’ll harm himself in front of you, smashing his head against the wall or even using a sharp tool to cut into his arm while only asking one thing. “is this what you want?”

tw? — it’s a very draining relationship and can impact your mental space a lot. if you self harm he will catch you eventually, whether it’s while in the act or the scars/scabs from after. he’ll grab your arm (not assuming that’s where you sh, just so he has a grip on you), asking you how you could be so selfish (which is his way of caring) and then asking you to cut him instead anytime you wanted to hurt yourself. this is obviously off putting and drives a wedge between you for a while, which he will trap you back by guilting you and apologizing. (even though he was completely serious when asking and still is.)

the blonde haired boy lives for your validation. he’s constantly asking for reassurance and pestering you with loads of questions. whether if it’s if you like his outfit to if you still had feelings for him or not.

he’s a huge listener than he is a talker and could sit for hours, happily criss crossed and a toothless and content smile on his face while you go on about every little detail of your day.

he’s definitely asked you to do his eyeliner before but would rather die (again) than have anything else applied to his skin. it would cripple his masculinity.

overall he’s very touchy, craving for any contact he can get with you. resting his head on your shoulder, holding hands, his hand on your thigh or pinkies intwined. he always has to be touching you in some way.

recommending books and songs are one of his all time favorite things to do and he does expect you to read or listen to all of his suggestions. he’ll ask you about it a few days later after initially suggesting it and will get upset if you still haven’t looked into it.

tate hardly gets angry, he’s very sensitive as we all know and most of the time it ends in his hysterical sobs; but when the fire inside him lights it’s terrifying.

if you weren’t the one to make him angry you’d usually be okay, he’d rant about it to you while you played with his hair; describing all of the horrendous ways he wanted to see the person or thing he’s mad at crash and burn. if he’s angry at you it’s like he moves on his own, putting you in a chokehold and slamming you against the wall, yelling and pointing fingers at you. pushing items off your desks/dressers/shelf’s and you make him go away; scared of him hurting you. he wouldn’t, not intentionally, but it was a very scary sight to see.

of course within hours he’d return, tears streaming down his face and begging on his knees for your forgiveness, arms latched around your legs as he sobbed into them and refused to let go until you forgave him.

as much as he loves you and wants you to be together forever, he would never purposefully go to the extent of killing you in the house so you could stay with him forever at the age you are. it sucks, he knows it sucks, but he does have a boundary set for that. he doesn’t want you stuck there for the rest of your life. he’s just hoping you’ll stay in that house with him willingly anyway. he’d let you go after crying his heart out for days, but he’d never let you forget him or move on. and being honest; he would probably start to regret the decision.

his love for you goes beyond words, it consumes him completely. he knows now his purpose. the day he died in that house and the years that passed waiting up to the day he met you.

he was made for loving you, in his own sick way. you are his entire heart.

NSFW !!

tate is a switch in the bedroom, but he’s so easy to dominate which makes him lead towards being more submissive. of course he’ll be in his dominant moods, there’s no doubt, but it’s laughable how easy it is to take control back over him.

he loves to overstimulate you, fucking you or relentlessly giving you head for hours, not giving you rest inbetween as you beg for him to stop through shattered moans.

(if you’re a female) — we all know about his mommy issues and he definitely incorporates that into the bedroom in some ways.

(if you’re a female) — he’s a tits man rather than ass and anytime you’re going at it your shirt has to be off, he doesn’t care what size breasts you have all he wants is to attach his mouth around your nipples and tease them with his tongue, sucking lightly before leaving hickeys all over them.

(if you’re a female) — he has the best fuck me eyes the worlds ever seen and when he’s bottoming he can’t stop himself from calling you ‘mama’.

he’s very kinky, and he has put on the infamous leather suit before to fuck you. it makes him feel more powerful, like he’s in control.

when he’s topping he’ll have one hand pinning one of your arms above your hand while using his other to interlace your fingers, crying into your neck with all the pleasure he’s feeling.

he’s not the greatest on cleaning up afterwords but he always snuggles you, cuddling up to you in a ball and resting his head soundly on your chest as his breathing slows and he drifts off.

but the most important thing to know — tate is godly at sex. he doesn’t have the most experience in the world but he definitely wasn’t a virgin by the time you met and he knows what he’s doing.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ a/n : thank you sm for requesting , made my day !! i hope that this is to your liking, i appreciate the compliment ab my ethan headcanon i tried my best <33. my inbox is open to all !!

started 08.06.23. finished 08.07.23.

©️nolovelingers 2023

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heyyy! trying this again lol. ily and ur fics smmm xx

can i request kenan yildiz x muslim fem reader where they celebrate eid together n wear traditional clothes n have fun w their family n it’s just soo eek 😍

tyyy! <3

Sweet Traditions~Kenan Yildiz

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・❥・a/n: I had to do a lot of researches for the food hopefully i got them right 😭. this one is special for my girl @mxryxmfooty I hope you enjoy it darling xx

The sun had barely risen in the sky when she woke up. She stirred beneath the covers, nestled in the guest bedroom of Kenan’s family home. Before she could even stretch, strong arms slid around her waist from behind, tugging her back into familiar warmth.

“Eid Mubarak, aşkım,” Kenan mumbled, voice still thick with sleep, lips brushing over her shoulder.

She smiled, heart fluttering at the softness of his voice. “Eid Mubarak, baby.”

Kenan’s hand gently shifted to rest over her stomach. Barely different from how it looked a month ago, but to the two of them, it held an entire universe. She placed her hand over his, letting out a sigh.

“They still have no clue,” she whispered.

His smile pressed into her skin. “Good. I like having this just for us right now.”

She giggled slightly, and they rested in bed for a while, before the sound of his mom echoed through the hallway, announcing that breakfast is in 30 minutes.

・

Kenan leaned in the doorway as she stood in front of the mirror, slipping into her outfit. A long, elegant cream-colored dress with golden details, modest and soft against her skin. She adjusted the sleeves and glanced at him through the reflection.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m allowed to,” he said with a playful shrug, walking over. “You look stunning. I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus on anything else today.”

She smiled at his words, smoothing down her dress. “I was worried I wouldn’t blend in.”

He stepped behind her, starting to gently brush her hair. “You’re family now. You’re respecting the culture, you look elegant and you married the most handsome Turkish-German man in the world.”

She laughed slightly. “Confident much?”

“Absolutely,” he said, placing the brush down and adjusting her necklace. “Besides, even my mom isn’t Turkish, and she’s basically the queen of Turkish food now.”

She turned to face him, her hands gently soothing down the material of his clothes. “She’s amazing. That menemen she made last night? I nearly cried.”

Kenan laughed. “She learned everything for my dad. He was strict about me growing up with Turkish culture, even in Germany. mama picked it up better than all of us. She makes better dolma than my aunts.”

He placed a soft kiss to her cheek. “And now you get to taste all of it.”

・

The table was a dream. Dishes of börek, simit, çılbır, fresh cheese, olives, and honeycomb covered every inch. Kenan’s mom, smiling in her floral apron, was ushering everyone to sit while his dad poured tea with the proud authority of a man who'd built this family tradition.

“Eat, eat, before it gets cold,” she called, winking at her daughter-in-law when she sat beside her.

Kenan leaned into her ear as he sat down beside her. “I told you. She’s terrifying in the kitchen.”

“She’s doing great,” she whispered back, making him smile even wider.

As conversation flowed around them, Kenan helped fill his wife's plate, watching her closely.

He slid a few sigara böreği onto it, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “No coffee, right? I told mama you’re avoiding it for ‘health reasons.’”

She gave his hand a secret squeeze under the table.

“She didn’t question it?”

“Nope. She’s too busy judging my cousins’ haircuts.”

・

She wasn’t exactly glowing, pregnancy didn’t work that fast, but Kenan kept sneaking glances at her like she was the sun.

When his younger cousin asked why she wasn't trying the strong Turkish tea, Kenan answered quickly, “She’s been feeling a little sensitive lately. We’re taking it slow.”

She caught the way his mom raised a brow, but said nothing.

Later, while helping tidy up the kitchen, she paused to rest her hand on the counter, letting out a small sigh. Kenan immediately appeared behind her.

“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, keeping his voice low.

“Just a little tired. Too many smells.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Come with me. I’ll steal you for five minutes.”

Kenan led her out to the balcony, where the breeze kissed her skin and the noise of the house faded into the background. They sat on the bench, and he knelt in front of her, resting his head on her lap.

"Remind me to thank my dad for forcing me to learn all the traditions," he murmured. "Even if I didn’t understand everything growing up, I get it now. It’s not just food and music. It’s feeling close, together. Like this."

She stroked his hair gently, heart full with love and affection. “You’re doing so well, Kenan. You’re guiding me through it. I feel like I belong.”

“You do belong,” he whispered, lifting her hand and kissing her palm. “And so does our baby.”

They both fell into quiet laughter, the breeze playing with the edge of her dress.

“I can’t wait to tell them,” she said softly.

“Me neither,” he smiled. “But let’s just keep this little joy ours. Just for a bit longer.”

・

After everyone had left and the house finally quieted, she and Kenan lay tangled in bed, the only sound in the room being their soft breathing.

“You know what I loved most today?” he whispered.

“What?”

“That every time someone looked at you, they had no idea you were carrying my child. But I did. And every time you smiled, I thought, how lucky am I?”

She turned to him, sliding her hand along his jaw. “I feel like I'm the lucky one here.”

He smiled and leaned in, kissing her slowly, sweetly. “aşkım,” he murmured. “My love. My wife. My future.” He whispered between each kiss.

She closed her eyes against his chest, the quiet beat of his heart bringing her peace.

“get some sleep baby, I love you,” he whispered, as she drifted to sleep in his arms.

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