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atrwriting · 11 months

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bffs -- alpha!peter parker x omega!reader

hi everyone :) I know this is different than what I usually write, but like I had to lol. you'll see just trust me

as always, warnings: filthy unapologetic smut, alpha x omega relations, unprotected sex (wrap it y'all), dom!peter, sex between friends

anyways...

your heat had come.

you knew it. for days, you knew it would come. there was nothing you could do to prevent such a violent attack on your senses, mind, and body — especially since there was no alpha that you would or could think to call to help you for a couple of days.

that type of… agreement required a lot of things. one, you had to be able to trust the alpha. they would have to be able to hold back their own urges to not injure you or claim you, and they would have to understand that this was an arrangement — not a relationship. that agreement also factored in how you would basically be bedridden and useless for a few days, needed to be absolutely coked out on oxytocin, and needed to be reminded to eat and drink for a few days. there were no alphas that came to mind when going over all of these requirements in your head.

well… that’s a lie, if you’re being frank with yourself.

there was one.

there was one, but he was off limits. completely off limits.

peter parker.

peter parker was your best friend, all throughout college. you studied different things, but had a few core classes together. that led to you staying close all throughout college and post grad. you weren’t exactly sure why you had hit it off so well, given the fact that he could be a bit goofy at times, always ran off to do something secretive, and was still in love with an ex that he wouldn’t cough up the name to. you didn’t even really understand how he could be an alpha — he could be quite nervous and not confident with his thought process or actions, but you surmised that made him more agreeable to be friends with. he didn’t have an ego, even though he was an impressive individual, and that’s why you admired him.

however, when you did think about him as an alpha… that was when the lines of friendship were crossed. all you could think about were the state of his eyes looked when he was focusing on something he deemed worthy of his attention. they would darken, and he would not tear himself away from the task until it was completed. before he was satisfied, there was a permanent crease on his forehead and between his brow. his lips would part slightly, and every so often his tongue would drag across his lips before his teeth tugged his bottom lip into his mouth. when he especially got frustrated with a task, he would do all of those things at once while he would lean back in his chair and deeply sigh. his impressive chest and arm muscles would be taut and on full display as he dragged his large, open hands throughout his hair and closed his eyes for a moment. you weren’t sure what was going on between those closed eyes in his brief moment of relief, but when they opened… nothing could stop peter parker.

fuck, you thought. i have to stop.

just thinking about peter like that made something twist and turn in your abdomen. part of you knew you were pathetic by how creepy and easy it was to rile you up if peter working was what got you, but you couldn’t care — not in this state.

that was when your phone buzzed.

annoyed, you grabbed your phone and the screen illuminated.

peter: still on for today?

fuck, you thought.

you: can’t. i’m sorry. something came up.

three dots appeared, and then disappeared. you immediately felt bad for cancelling on such short notice, especially to someone as sweet as peter. you hoped he wasn’t upset or angry with you. the three dots, signaling he was typing, then reappeared.

peter: you okay? what’s up?

fuck, fuck, fuck. you were and always strived to be punctual and considerate, and he knew that. he knew you would never cancel on him unless something was wrong. damn you for being such a good person, and damn parker for being so perceptive and an even better person. fucking christ…

you: i don’t feel well today. i’m really sorry

peter: no worries, feel better :)

you sent a quick thank you before clicking your phone off and rolling back into bed. you wrapped yourself in the covers, the shape resembling a burrito, and tried to sleep the best you could. the air conditioner was blasting as high as it could and the sheets were cool and crisp against your skin. your heat was not at its peak, thankfully, and because of that you were able to find some sleep for the next few hours.

that is… until you woke up.

to a fucking knock at the door.

startled, you ripped the covers off of you and whipped your head towards the door of your studio apartment. there was a person outside, as you could see from the shadow of two feet underneath the door. the person was whistling a tune you had heard before, and only one person usually whistled it…

fucking peter.

you adjusted your shorts and cropped shirt before hopping out of bed. you hadn’t smelled him yet, so you thought you would be able to handle a small interaction with him before politely kicking him out.

you opened the door, and immediately regretted the decision.

there stood peter with a small smile on his face, and food in hand. he was clad in a flannel, dark shirt and jeans, and thick boots made for walking in the city. his hair was perfectly tousled back, and his attractive face was on full display.

as was how delicious he smelled.

“fuck —!” you gasped, rolling away from the door to hide from the doorway’s view. you pressed yourself against a wall in your apartment. “peter — you shouldn’t —“

“what’s wrong?” he asked, immediately stepping into your apartment and in front of you.

god… he must’ve thought you looked so pathetic. there was a light sheen of sweat on your skin, skimpy pajamas, and your styled hair was ruffled from last night’s sleep. you were breathing quickly, with any part of your body you could manage pressed against the cool drywall.

he hurriedly placed down the food on a neighboring counter, and stepped towards you. “sweetheart, are you —“

“don’t,” you snapped sadly. “yes.”

“did you call anyone?” he asked, almost accusatory.

you shook your head as your body trembled.

“it’s dangerous not to,” he curtly reminded.

“i know, i know… ” you whispered softly.

“what can i —“ he began, not really sure knowing how to continue. “can i help with anything?”

you shook your head. “peter — you have to go — you smell so good and it’s — it hurts so bad, peter.”

the pain of desire and arousal spread from your core, to your womb, to your chest, and every single one of your limbs. you felt the top layer of your skin begin to buzz, and you whined at the feeling. you tried not to breathe through your nose, because when you did… every single muscle fiber in your body was screaming at you to reach for peter and ask him to help.

but your feet remained planted… just barely.

peter’s jaw clenched as his eyes drifted up and down your body. “...you smell good, too.”

your eyes immediately flicked up to his face, your expression wild. “don’t imply anything like that to me in this state. i have no control, and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, peter — you’re my friend. please, peter, you should —“

“who said you were making me uncomfortable?” he took a small step towards you once more.

you stared into his eyes.

they were dark.

they were dark, and focused... just how you liked them.

you whined in pain, trying to mask it as a hum but failed.

“the question is...” he began. “am i making you uncomfortable?”

you tried to control of your labored breathing, but it was difficult when his scent invaded every single one of your senses. “no, peter, but —“

“would you want this,” he gestured his hand between the two of you, “if you weren’t in heat?”

you couldn’t stop yourself. you nodded in agreement, and looked down to the floor in shame. tears began to leak from your eyes at the pain that sent shockwaves all throughout your body. it was growing more and more difficult to remain upright.

“then what’s the problem, sweetheart?” he asked in his new york drawl. “you want me to take care of you?”

“fuck…” you seethed, his words scratching at every itch you had in your body. “you can’t say th-things like that, peter…”

“why not?” he asked, feigning innocence. “want me to stop?”

you didn’t answer.

he took one more step, and you could’ve crumbled then and there. “or do you want me to keep going?”

you sobbed, “i do.”

part of you thought that was all of the permission he needed to jump your bones, but he didn’t. he remained in his place, before he asked you another question.

“tell me what you’re worried about before we do that,” he ordered softly.

the command made your knees buckle, but you stayed standing as you sucked in sharp breaths of air. you wiped at your tears, trying to hold onto whatever sense you still possessed. “i don’t want to mess up our friendship — and i don’t even know if you would want this if i wasn’t like this —“

“baby, i’ve wanted you for a long time,” he answered lowly. his eyes were dark as he folded his lip into his mouth, licking the skin. “we can talk about it after, i promise, but right now… sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

something broke within you, and your knees buckled. “oh, peter…”

peter’s quick reflexes caused him to catch you before you fell, and he immediately pulled you up. you felt like you were floating then, finally in the arms of an alpha that seemed trustworthy. you felt his strong hand gently press against the base of your skull, and nudge you slightly into the crook of his neck. immediately, his scent hit you.

it felt like you were provided the sustenance you needed to at least be present in the moment once more. your heat had almost caused you to pass out, but being able to smell and lick at peter’s scent glands woke you up enough so that you were able to be aware of your surroundings and give into the carnal urge of taking the pleasure offered. peter held you upright and let out soft moans as you scented him, rubbing your back as you continued.

“fuck, you smell — that feels so good,” he rasped, his voice lowering. “so sweet.”

suddenly, peter’s fingers on the back of your neck tightened around your strands of hair and lifted your head back slightly. you broke from his skin with a gasp, saddened to have been taking away from the comfort you were provided, but then… it was peter’s turn.

he lowered his head to your scent glands and began sucking on the skin. you threw your head back into his hand and moaned into the open air above your head. you couldn’t see peter in your peripheral, but you knew his eyes were closed with a firm crease between his brow as his lips formed the perfect position to suck at your sweet and supple skin. the pressure was hard, and it hurt, but it was so fucking welcome. the electric shocks of pain were gone, and now were replaced with mind-numbing lust that made you selfish. you knew he would want some time scenting you as well, but you couldn’t let him. you needed him now.

“please, peter,” you whined. “i need you now, please…”

he chuckled against your skin, and pressed his flat tongue on the base of your neck and dragged it all the way up to your jaw. you gasped at the sensation before he planted a wet kiss by your ear. “you’re going to tell the alpha what to do, sweetheart, that it?”

you almost would’ve giggled and been playful back if you weren’t so consumed with desire. “i’m begging you, peter — please do something. it hurts so bad.”

“oh, you needy little thing…” he cooed before a heavy, large hand slipped its way into your shorts. “in these tiny little shorts…”

when peter finally slipped in fingers along your folds, you jumped in his hold. he chuckled darkly against your earlobe, which immediately melted you against him. you were putty to him then — a lust-numb omega who would do anything for him to make her feel good.

“so wet for me,” he rasped. “i was so mad at you when you told me you didn’t call someone — didn’t call me —“

“i’m sorry…” you whined. “please don’t stop…”

“oh, sweetheart, you feel so good i don’t think i could,” he spoke lowly. “you were so wrong not to call, but a pretty and needy thing like you doesn’t to deserve to be in pain like this, does she?”

you shook your head pathetically, tears coming to your eyes. “no, peter — please take the pain away.”

“i know, baby, i know…” he rasped once more as the pads of his middle and ring finger flattened against your bud, drawing rough circles. “you going to be good for me, now? tell me what you need?”

you pushed against his hand that held your head upright as the pleasure of his movements filled your womb with an intense feeling of warmth. you began to tremble in his arms, letting out small, pleased sighs… but you had ignored his question, and peter didn’t like that.

he slipped his hand away from your clit, and began to stroke the outside, drenched lips of your core.

“peter…” you begged in frustration, turning your head to look at him. you had never seen his eyes so fucking dark and focused — and full of desire. “peter — you promised.”

he laughed darkly. “i’ll keep my promise, if you promise to be good for me.”

“i’ll be so good for you,” you practically whined, eyes going wide and lips parting. “i promise i’ll be good for you, peter… i promise i won’t upset you again.”

“good fucking girl.”

immediately, he shoved his two fingers inside your entrance and pressed his thumb against your clit. before you could react, his mouth was on yours and stifled the moans that left your pretty lips. he shoved his tongue in your mouth, and the feeling of being so full made you whine in pleasure passed his lips. he swallowed your moans whole as he dragged the soda of his fingers in rough circles around your bud.

“oh, alpha…” you cried into him. “i needed this so badly. please keep going, please…”

“still don’t trust me?” he chuckled, slipping in his tongue to tangle with you. “trust your alpha, baby, i got you.”

...and trust you did.

peter immediately let go of you so he could lift you up by the back of your thighs. the pads of his finger dig deliciously into your flesh and the warmth of his body pressed so tightly against yours provided you so much comfort. you began to suck at his neck as he had done to yours, and a deep rumble sounded within his rib cage.

he was fast as he went for your bed, laying you down on the edge. you went to raise yourself and reach for him, but he wouldn’t allow it. with a smirk, he ordered you back down on the bed. begrudgingly, you pouted and laid back down.

peter took his time taking off his clothes, layer by layer, as he gazed down at you. a small circle of slick was collected by your shorts, embarrassment rising to your cheeks. you bit your lip as you gazed at his bare upper body. for a nerd, peter’s thick muscles were some of the most mouth-watering things you had ever seen. his shoulders, his traps, his biceps, his forearms — he was killing you as you stared at him, not allowing you to touch him.

maintaining eye contact, he fell to his knees on the floor. he was face to face with your clothed cunt and open thighs, but his eyes were on you. only you.

“don’t take your eyes off me, sweetheart,” he ordered. “do that for me?”

you nodded meekly.

he spread your folds so that nothing was standing in the way of him and your clit. almost immediately, his thick, wet tongue was working at where you were most sensitive. it was growing harder and harder to keep your eyes open and not throw your head back, lost in pleasure, but you kept your promise to him. you had folded your lips underneath each other to keep yourself upright and tamed, but you did what he asked.

what got you the most, though… was the fact that peter parker looked lost in a dream-like state as he ate you out. his eyes drifted closed and there was no crease in his forehead as tongue made the sweetest movements against your clit. one of his strong hands held one of your thighs in place, preventing you from moving either, when his other hand lifted up. he slid two fingers easily into you, and immediately started curling them and pressing them upwards into the wall inside you.

“oh my —“ your voice cracked as your eyes threatened to close. “god — christ — peter —“

you were barely making sense at this point. your hips were trying to roll against peter, but he held you down and in place. eventually, he pressed a flat hand against your lower abdomen and you thought you saw fucking stars. immediately… you threw your head back against the bed in defeat, writhing and on the verge of crying.

“hey,” he immediately snapped, taking his tongue off of you and rising so he was bent over you. “what did i say?”

with a whimper, you raised yourself to your elbows and looked at him shamefully. “to keep my eyes on you.”

his movements were halted, but his hand on your stomach felt so good as his fingers inside of you were still pressed against your upper wall and frozen in place. “was goin’ to be nice, but now i don’t think i am.”

he gave you a wet and sloppy kiss, but almost immediately withdrew as he kept his face inches from yours. you reached for his neck, holding the back of his head like he had held yours by the front door.

“please,” you whimpered. “i’m sorry… when you put your fingers inside me, and pressed down on my stomach… it just felt so good. please, don’t stop —“

you were on the verge of sobbing as he dangled what you wanted in front of your face. a smirk crept up onto his face, and you knew you were in for it. “felt too good for you, baby, that it?”

“i didn’t want it to stop,” you whimpered again, bucking your hips against his hand. “peter…”

“since you didn’t want to listen,” he began, slowly moving his fingers inside you once more. hummed in enjoyment, but kept your gaze on his face. “you only get my fingers for now. eye contact, or i take them away and leave. got it?”

“yes, yes.” you nodded frantically, twisting the ends of his hair in your fingers. “please, i’ll listen now.”

that was until his fingers started moving faster and harder.

his lips were mere inches from yours, but you were scared that if you kissed him that would obstruct your line of sight from his. you kept your distance, even though it was three inches, and tried your best to listen to him as peter absolutely wrecked the inside of you.

the sounds that left your lips were so fucking pathetic that it brought a deep blush to the tips of your cheeks. your womb felt like it was coming to life as peter worked and worked your sweetest and deepest parts, while pressing down on your stomach which only heightened the sensations.

“it feels so good…” you whined, tears feeling like they were going to spring from your eyes. “feels so good i could cry.”

“take it for me, baby,” he hoarsely said, eyes the darkest you had ever seen them. “show your alpha what a good girl you can be.”

he slipped a third finger in, and you were fucking gone.

he stretched you painfully and perfectly that you couldn’t stop the tear or two that leaked from your eye. your throat went hoarse with the pleasured gasps and sounds you were making, but your eyes never left peter’s unless it was to blink away the tears.

“that good, baby?” he taunted with a smirk. “making you feel that good?”

you hummed in approval, nodding pathetically. sobs left your lips as your nerve endings felt like they were shooting lightning. peter was fucking you with his hand like his life depended on it — like your life depended on it. your hips were struggling to writhe under the weight of his palm and all you could do was tell the man before you how good he was making you feel. his smirk and the lust in his eyes grew before his thumb began to draw circles on your clit.

you saw white.

you couldn’t help it — you had to close your eyes. nothing could stop them from slamming shut as your orgasm overtook your mind, body, senses, fucking everything as it flooded through your veins, warming every part of your being. it was warm, it was comforting, and it was fucking everything to you in that moment. you pressed your forehead against peter’s and just fucking sobbed.

“that’s it, baby,” he cooed. “that’s it.”

you whined in approval at his words and how his movements did not stop as you rode out your orgasm.

“such a good girl, taking everything i give you…” he pressed a wet kiss to the side of your face. “i know, sweetheart, i know… just keep cumming for me.”

you were shaking as you rode out their last wave of your orgasm before you smashed your lips to peter’s. it was sloppy, the way your tongues tangled with each other. his fingers still played gently inside of you as you shivered, moving away from his hands.

“you sensitive, baby?” he laughed. “can’t take it?”

your teeth sank into your lip as you shook your head. “need your cock, peter. please.”

he immediately straightened and stood up. you were sat on the bed, arms fully locked and extended behind you, with your knees bent and feet planted on either side of the bed. your pussy was drenched with your own juices, leaking down into the once perfectly clean sheets. your cheeks blushed as you gazed up at the man before you through your thick lashes.

“greedy girl,” he stated lowly, returning your gaze. you watched his long fingers unlatch his belt before you helped him pull his pants and boxers down. “your hips were fighting me so badly, baby. what? you wanna get on top?”

part of you was taken by surprise. it was common among omegas and alphas to fuck in missionary or from behind, and you were expecting that. however, part of you grew excited at the thought of having control and being able to take whatever you wanted. you smirked up at the man.

“can i?” you asked innocently. “want to feel you as deep as possible.”

he chuckled darkly before he laid back against your headboard. it was mesmerizing to see peter parker, the most accomplished man on this planet, smirk at you with such confidence. you wasted no time in swinging a leg over his hips and rushed to have him inside you.

you positioned him at your entrance, and immediately sank downwards.

if you had gone slower, the pain may have dissipated, but you needed that stretch as you lowered yourself. there was something to fucking erotic about the man below you being so big that even after being fucked by his three fingers, drenching you, you still craved that bittersweet sensation of being too small for him.

and he felt it, too.

“pussy still so tight for me,” he rasped. “you’re too good for me, aren’t you?”

you giggled at him before you began to roll your hips against him. the tip of his cock was pressed against a spot inside you that you could never dream of reaching, and it was something electrifying. it sent shivers up and down your spine, and all you could think about was how much you loved him buried inside of you.

suddenly, he sent a small slap on your ass. you gasped, and began to move faster and rougher against him.

“that’s it, sweetheart,” he grunted, hands now resting on your waist as he rolled your lower body with his. he pumped his hips upwards to meet yours, and those small whimpers began to leave your lips once again. “that’s more like it, baby. i know what that pussy needs.”

this entire time, peter had been focused on what your heat-dazed mind and body needed… and you couldn’t have cared less about what he needed. you didn’t even listen to him before, for chrissakes… you needed to be better — and you knew just the thing.

you planted one hand in front of you on his pelvis, and reached the other behind you to cup his balls. they were heavy in your hand, and your core tightened at the sensation. he let out one of the loudest and surprised moans you had ever heard in your life. it was music to your ears, and sent sparks right to your pussy. you clenched around him as he threw his head back, closing his eyes and scrunching his brow together as his lips parted in ecstasy. you rolled your hand and your hips at the same time and threw your head back. moans and whines were leaving your lips like no one could hear you, like there was no one in the world besides you and peter.

suddenly, peter pulled you towards him so you were practically pressed front to front. you continued to smash your hips with his and roll his balls in your hand as your next orgasm quickly approached. his face was at level with your breasts, which he greedily accepted the view of. he brought one hand up to roll one of your nipples between his fingers, while he roughly sucked on the other. your senses went crazy then, and all you knew was to drive your hips up and down and front and back to ensure peter’s cock never left your pussy.

“your cock’s so big, alpha,” you whined. “makes me feel so good…”

“being such a good girl for me,” he groaned against your chest, breath hot on your skin. “your alpha’s so proud of you.”

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck —“ it was all growing too much, the pleasure. your head felt like you were swimming, and your hips were growing sloppy.

peter noticed immediately, smiling menacingly. “you got too greedy, hmm?” he threw you off of him, back flat on the bed, and you gasped in surprise. “need you to take my knot, baby. your pussy is just too good.”

he bent your thighs backwards, so your feet were in the air close to your head. immediately, he shoved his long and thick cock inside you. the head of his cock was red and angry, and you gasped as you watched it enter you and felt it press against your upper walls once more. peter planted two strong arms on either side of you as the veins in his arms made an appearance, looking more pronounced than ever. his hips were snapping against yours, and you lost all control at that moment.

“finish inside me, alpha,” you begged. “need your knot so badly.”

"oh, fuck —"

immediately, peter wrapped your hair around his fist and pulled you taut to him. you were clinging onto him for dear life — the very sustenance that he promised to give you and was giving to you tenfold. whiny, pathetic breaths and gasps were shoving past your lips and were music to peter's ears. he could practically hear, feel, taste, see, fucking sense your orgasm creeping up on you, holding you hostage. he needed to make you finish, he had to. he had to because you were in need, sure — but on some level, on some animalistic, carnal level — he needed to see you in a state of pure bliss for his own selfish need.

and he knew just what you needed.

peter immediately attached his lips to your scent glands on your neck and sucked as hard as he could. his hips drove themselves against yours, and he himself fell victim to the fall of immense pleasure. it blindfolded him and shoved him straightforward, backwards, sideways — he didn't know... he couldn't tell. all peter knew was that when he came as hard as he did, he felt his knot growing and latching itself inside you... and that's when he knew.

your tight, sopping wet pussy clenched around his knot and you came with a scream. every ounce of pain you had felt over the course of the day had left you. you were a stranger to it, any kind of pain. the only thing you knew was peter and his warm skin that felt so good against yours. your hips thrashed against his, unable to deal with the pleasure, but his strength held you down so you could not shy away from the immense relief you were so grateful for.

"good girl..." he growled. "such a good fucking girl..."

everything went black... but you knew you were safe. you were always safe with your best friend.

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the end. hehe

-L xo

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eruminx · 2 years

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what the adult trio needs to be fulfilled in a relationship

hisoka needs...

- sex, excitement, and attention LMAO

- bro needs a round daily, he cant remember a day in his life where he hasn't came at least once

- except for maybe infancy and young childhood

- he's too horny for his own good

- needs to be your number one priority

- whether ur his number one doesn't matter

- you need to be ready to give him attention whenever he wants it

- unless he was trying to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't ignore you because he understands the desire for attention

- but expect him to ghost you every now and then

- that doesn't mean he's not watching you, because he totally is

- he picked up a few trick from illumi lol

- and it's almost never personal

- buttttt, if you manage to trick him into opening up the ghosting and obsessive stalking would become more frequent

- he'd want to know more of your weaknesses than you know of his

- in a way, he does like to feel weak, only because it turns him on though

- if you manage to keep him excited and hold his attention for long enough, he'll get attached

- he'll be your dog LOL

- surprisingly loyal if the relationship is serious and you guys have known each other for multiple years

- simply because he knows he can count on you

- but he's not sexually monogamous, and doesn't super care if you are

- only allows one night stands tho

- would kill the person if they tried to continue anything

- and would bring you their head

- like when your cat kills a bird and then brings it to you cuz it's so proud of itself

- that's just his way of showing u how much he loves u LMFAO

illumi needs...

- control, submission, and patience

- he's a total control freak. classic manipulator shit too

- uses text book manipulation when you disagree with him so if you catch on it's not really a problem

- lacks a lot of understanding of emotional needs and empathy so you need to be patient and explain everything to him

- or else he'll be like "why are you crying? your grandma died? that isn't something worth crying over."

- he never ghosts you

- ignores you only if he's really really pissed

- you must always be in a close radius, you're never out of his sight

- of course he requires all your attention, you are his number one and he expects to be your number one

- you go on missions with him, and if you don't it's because you're at the Zoldyck mansion or smth

- you are always in his grasp

- youre his doll, ok?

- if you guys aren't married yet, he doesn't think you two are are "dating" he just thinks you guys are engaged with no ring yet

- is 100% monogamous, and if you aren't he will make you be monogamous

- will kill anyone who looks at you in a way he doesn't like so it's not like u have an option

- yes he loves his family but he loves you a little more

- if you were somehow able to convince him to run away with you he would come along

- deep down he just wants love and if you love him that's all he really needs

- luckily he's not very socially knowledgeable

- it would be very time consuming, not impossible, but it would take a great amount of effort (esp with kikyo smh)

- doesn't really like physical touch at first but trust me that man needs a hug.

chrollo needs....

- commitment, intelligence, and a fairytale love

- would never admit it sober

- but he's a total hopeless romantic

- he just desires for a true connection

- like one where you guys are literally meant for each other and no one else

- someone perfect for him

- one where you understand each other well, you don't even need to communicate you just get each other

- he does need communication as well

- he's gone his whole life feeling like everything is temporary, and he just wants something that is forever

- wants to grow old together

- needs your 100% commitment

- doesn't ghost you exactly, but he does disappear for periods of time

- he'll tell you that it's a work trip but won't specify, even if you already know about the phantom troupe

- he'll be gone from two weeks anywhere to five months.

- but would never leave you hanging

- he'd send you stuff and text you everyday

- wants you to devote yourself to him

- at first he'll make you think he's devoted himself to you, but eventually he will come around and start to be more serious after a year or two passes

- bro doesn't want to be talking to a wall

- so you actually need to be capable of conversation and complicated discussion

- would form a book club

- by that i mean it's just you two and you read the same book to be able to discuss it passionately

- he is very passionate in many ways

- also you are to stay out of troupe business no matter what

thank you for reading and supporting me :) - eru

#hisoka x reader #chrollo x reader #illumi x reader #hisoka hcs #chrollo hcs #illumi hcs #adult trio #adult trio hcs #adult trio x reader #hisoka hc #chrollo hc #illumi hc #hxh #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #fanfic #headcanon

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whinlatter · 7 months

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something tells me you don't really like tonks, just a hunch xD

For the relationship ask if you're still doing it: harry and remus, molly and remus, teddy and adromeda. I would love to see what do you think <3

noooo i love tonks! i had a ball writing her and think that @evesaintyves’ rendering of her is one of fandom’s greatest gifts 😭 i just find it very funny that harry thinks she should low key get a grip. and as a clumsy young woman who should myself get a grip, i say: get off her case, hjp.

ok the remus + tonks/black extended family universe... hyped for this one. delicious choices, thank you anon. (i have a few more in the inbox i'm going to take a stab at but am trying to avoid spoilery ones or ones where i risk boring you all again by repeating old talking points, so if i don't get to one pls forgive me...)

right — to business. we begin with everybody looking at remus lupin waiting for him to put his crippling self loathing aside to write (1) singular letter to his dead friend's son:

i jest (to an extent). but i do think the entirety of harry and remus' dynamic is best encapsulated in one singular scene in PoA:

“When they get near me — ” Harry stared at Lupin’s desk, his throat tight. “I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum.” Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry’s shoulder, but thought better of it.

i know there's a very understandable move in AUs to imagine what would have happened if remus had raised harry - or, more often, if remus had been 'allowed' to raise harry by dumbledore. but looking past the whole plot-requiring-harry-to-be-at-the-dursleys thing, the truth is, canon remus lupin would never have put himself forward to raise harry, because of his own (not unfounded!) concerns about the precarity of his existence and the dangerousness of his condition. remus' sense of self - more specifically his fear of himself, and his very low self worth - consistently lead him to hold harry at arm's length from the moment he's introduced in the series until its bitter end. i don't think remus at all approves of the way harry is treated at the dursleys. but i can very much imagine that remus thinks it would still be better than the life he could have given harry if he ever had been called upon to serve as his primary caregiver. one of the most interesting implicit dynamics in the series is that harry notices this and does, to some extent, resent it (obviously the fact that he only ever calls him 'lupin' in his narration, though uses remus to his face, and also: 'Harry had received no mail since the start of term; his only regular correspondent was now dead and although he had hoped that Lupin might write occasionally, he had so far been disappointed.') while the harry & remus fight in DH is about harry's view of what remus ought to do re tonks and the baby, it’s also harry coming as close as saying to remus: you're letting your own child down like you let me down. ('I’m pretty sure my father would have wanted to know why you aren’t sticking with your own kid, actually... He had it coming to him,” said Harry. Broken images were racing each other through his mind: Sirius falling through the veil; Dumbledore suspended, broken, in midair; a flash of green light and his mother’s voice, begging for mercy… ‘Parents,’ said Harry, 'shouldn’t leave their kids unless—unless they’ve got to.')

molly and remus: i think this is a very, very underrated relationship! i know there’s a lot of molly-bashing around these days, especially if you’re a marauders and/or sirius and/or wolfstar stan. but i think it is very very overlooked that the person who looks after adult remus the most from 1995 onwards, and who shows him some of the deepest trust and roots for his happiness, is molly. for a man who has plainly known a huge amount of financial/food/housing insecurity, and who is so villainised in wider wizarding society, it is no small gesture for molly to not only provide for remus materially but also to trust him in a house with all of her children and encourage him in a romantic relationship he struggles to feel entitled to and worthy of. (i love sirius, but he is in no fit state to ‘look after’ remus in the last year of his life, and fandom’s continued unwillingness to recognise the importance of domestic/caregiving labour as a vital contribution to the resistance will never not be problematic af). remus clearly values and admires molly in return - the only time he actually ever entertains a parent/guardianship role is when molly is weeping over her boggart, crying onto remus’ shoulder (‘what must you think of me?’) and he assures her that if anything were to happen to her and arthur, he would be a part of the team making sure her children are taken date of (‘what do you think we’d do, let them starve?’) remus’ relationship with molly is often the more mild-mannered translator of her viewpoint to others (especially others with hot tempers), and mediator trying to find middle ground between molly’s protective instincts and the battle/ready instincts of others. (more grist to my sirius & ginny parallels mill — in DH, when a fuming ginny is desperately trying to sneak off to fight in the battle, it’s remus who appeals to molly and ginny to find the compromise of ginny staying in the room of requirement to know what’s going on but not actively fight, a mirror image of his role mediating the dispute between sirius and molly over harry’s right to know what’s going on at grimmauld in ootp…) molly accepts this compromise, a sign that she trusts remus implicitly (she never frets that a werewolf is living among her children in ootp onwards, and invites him to christmas readily even after months undercover with the pack) and also feels able to call him out (‘i’ve always said you’re taking a ridiculous line on this, remus’.) this is too long but basically — justice for molly and remus, unlikely buds!

teddy and andromeda: i weirdly think a lot about teddy lupin these days. i tend to imagine teddy as a very mild-mannered, affable, calm child, like who remus might have been had he not been bitten, with tonks' heart and sociability but also with something of remus' more philosophical disposition. i think he'd slip very naturally into a big brother role because, in part, he does see himself as having a responsibility to take care of people, and i think this would shine through in his relationship with andromeda. we know teddy was raised by his gran, and i imagine she feels enormously protective of him, perhaps bordering on strict in her desire to keep him safe from the harm that came to all the rest of her family. but i like to imagine teddy didn't act out against this too much, in part because he understands where it comes from and in turn feels very protective of andromeda. growing up in the aftermath of the war would make teddy as a child particularly aware of the grief and pain and the silences among the adults around him, and i think teddy would take any compensatory protective strictness on andromeda's part with good grace, and humour her for it. i like to think teenage/young adult teddy serves as the translator for any of his gran's more prickly edges, and that they have a very close relationship that both of them really treasure.

#meta #wow really got the soapbox out for this one #and depressed myself in the process #me screaming into the void forever that remus is canonically crap and that's why he's so interesting #remus lupin #andromeda tonks #teddy lupin #molly weasley

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I’ve recently been obsessed with your mothers day headcanons, and I was wondering if u could possibly go more in depth with ada and a pregnant reader 😭 this is so poorly worded

Mom Times Two

~Ada Wong x fem! Reader~

Word count: 991

Content warnings: pregnant reader, lowkey marriage, throwing up, pissing pants, body odor, body changes, stretch marks, craving non-food items, all the nasty and fun pregnancy stuff, brief mention of sex

!!!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! THIS CONTENT IS FOR ADULTS!!!!!!!!!

What’s always drawn you towards Ada is her independence and confidence. She’s not an overly affectionate partner unless you or her are needing the extra attention. Sometimes your relationship seems more like a close friendship, but it’s just the way things go when you’re so comfortable with somebody. She doesn’t require constant attention, she’s secure with what you have. And your need for attention fluctuates a lot more than hers does.

Sometimes you need to be close to her, needing a surplus of reassurance and affection. And she always gave it to you without question. Other times you’re happy to smile and wave at her while you do your own things, content with this going on for weeks on end. The work she did required so much of her, not just her time but her mind. When she came home from a trip, exhaustion radiating from her, you showered her in love and comfort.

You two had been married for a few years now, but not many people really knew about it. She preferred to keep her personal life just that, personal–private. She also wanted nothing more than to protect you from the knowledge and danger of her job. Knowledge itself is dangerous. She doesn’t want you to know the extent, the gore, of what she does. She doesn’t want people to know she has someone so important waiting for her. You’re her weak spot and people would take advantage of this without a second thought. In order to be with you, she has to hide you.

It took Ada a long time to come to terms with the idea of having children. She has absolutely no interest in carrying them or birthing them. If she has children, she wouldn’t trust just anybody to take care of them. If you wanted children, Ada insisted on you leaving your job so you could be home with them. You were mad about this at first, but deep down, you sort of craved domestication. She made more than enough to support you and any children you decided to have, and you really wanted to be a mom, badly–desperately.

That’s how you ended up where you are now, in the third trimester of pregnancy being a pretty stay at home wife waiting for your baby to be born. The first trimester was awful. Ada couldn’t go on any jobs because you genuinely couldn’t take care of yourself. Things got easier as you got to the second trimester and Ada was finally able to start working again. She knew she would be taking a lot of time off of work when the baby is born, so she’s been working extra while you’re still pregnant.

But when Ada is home? You don’t lift a finger. She’s always been super protective, but your pregnancy has awoken a nurturing side to her. She held your hair while you threw up all of the time and made grilled cheese for you every single day, it was the only food you could seem to keep down and even sometimes you still couldn’t.

She doesn’t listen when you insist you’re fine and that you want to take care of her when she’s not working. Ada isn’t one for much relaxing, her body is always in go mode. Plus, she can feel her heart swoon as you try new hobbies to pass the time of your pregnancy. She’ll never admit it out loud, but that doesn’t mean you can’t see it.

When you decided to try painting, there were always canvases and paints stocked in the office. When you tried journaling and scrapbooking, she always picked up cool stickers and washi tape for you. When you were on a reading kick, she filled the shelves with books on your to be read list. And she listens so intently whenever you gush about what you’re working on. She’ll praise anything you create and ask questions about the book you’re currently reading.

Your belly and breasts have swollen up, stretch marks littering your expanding skin, and you’ve never looked more edible to her. She didn’t think she’d be so obsessed with your pregnant body, but she’ll agree to however many babies you want just so she can worship your body. You radiate like a fertility goddess and any time you ever try to initiate anything sexual, Ada jumps at the opportunity, unable to contain her lust for you.

Nothing is too gross or awkward to Ada. She encourages you to overshare and go into the gross details of what pregnancy has done to you. When you threw up so hard that you couldn’t stop from pissing yourself, she comforted you and helped you get cleaned up. She assures you that your body odor hasn’t changed and that you’re just imagining that you smell like spoiling deli meat. She lets you rant about craving to eat styrofoam as she helps you find things to satisfy the need to eat that texture. She’ll never be weirded out by anything, she finds you so fascinating.

She supports any decision you make for yourself and the baby since you’re the one growing the thing, which is also fascinating to her. Your body is growing a person’s vital organs and bones and skin and nervous system, you’re a magic woman. She advocates for you so hard. Whatever birth plan you want or class you want to take to prepare, she’s there and encouraging you.

She loves you and your growing baby so much it overwhelms her sometimes. She’s been more needy with you than she’s ever been, she always wants to be touching you and never wants you to leave her site. She’s hoping and praying your baby looks just like you, they’ll be utterly perfect just like you. This wasn’t what she pictured for her life, but it completes her. Something within her is fulfilled that she didn’t know existed. She’s the perfect partner and you’ll want for nothing.

~masterlist~

#ada wong #ada wong x reader #ada wong x you #ada wong x y/n #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 6 #resident evil fanfiction #ada x reader #ada x you #ada x y/n #ada wong fanfic #ada wong fanfiction #wlw #ghostkennedy

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soracities · 3 months

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soracities please provide your wisdom. i met someone a few weeks ago who i instantly connected with. within the first week of meeting, we saw each other four times in that one week. i instantly felt that i had known them for a long time but have two concerns i’d like your opinion on (i think that these are mostly a result of my overthinking).

firstly, he had to leave to overseas for an internship so the next time i see him won’t be for another 2 months. we are still texting/facetiming daily but i can’t help but feel that he will no longer see me as a lover but as a pen pal/friend.

secondly, i don’t feel a lot of nerves/excitement that is typically associated with a new fling. like i said, i feel very comfortable around him and could spend an entire day together in silence. i know this is likely a good thing as it seems ppl spend years searching for this, but i am scared this is a symptom of a lack of passion between us/there is something wrong with me as this person is genuinely perfect and beautiful otherwise.

would appreciate any advice or consolation you have xx

I think you are overthinking this just a bit; I think--in spite of the depth of the bond you feel--you need to take some time to remind yourself that you have only known each other for a few weeks. This is not to say the sense of having known him forever isn't real (I've had that feeling with others, so I get it), but that you also can't ride entirely on that feeling: it's an expression of your connection at present. And while it might be an honest expression, it's also only the very tip of the iceberg of who he is and what your relationship (whatever shape it takes) may become, if that makes sense; who you are as people goes far beyond the few weeks you've known each other. As such, the more solid foundations of your relationship still require building.

For the internship, I think it's important to remember that two months, like the weeks you've known each other, is not a long time: its 8 weeks, give or take. A sunflower takes longer to bloom. And while the uncertainty might be daunting, it is also something you cannot do anything about: he is there, you are here. As such, your lives will be entirely separated until he comes back. Whatever happens in those spaces (for either of you) is not within your control for him, or his control for you. One of my closest friends shared something recently which has fundamentally altered how I try to think about things and it's literally just a reminder to stand where your feet are. You can overthink and worry about what might happen if such-and-such occurs or what-if he does or doesn't feel xyz--but all you're doing is stealing time from yourself by creating anxieties and worries in advance without having any indication that these things are even going to happen.

When you are talking and face-timing, you are talking and face-timing. When you are going about your daily life, you concentrate on your daily life. It is not your place to speculate on what goes on in someone's mind because, unless you're asking them about their feelings directly, you're inventing scenarios and making assumptions based on your feelings--not theirs. Your place is to be attentive and present in your interactions as they happen, and allow them to happen and unfold with sincerity. It is also to trust in your intentions and another person's when they haven't given you reason to doubt those intentions; ultimately, I don't think someone who doesn't care about spending time with you will make the effort to spend time with you in the way you've described and you need to trust in that because that is what you know--not what may or may not happen in a week or two.

If it happens that the distance does dim your connection, then you cross that bridge when (or if) you come to it because you cannot do anything about such a scenario now. And if it so happens that it is the case what would actually be the worst case scenario? Would it be as awful as you fear? This isn't a pleasant question by any means, but I think it's a necessary one when you find yourself thinking in this way. Could you possibly have had any input on such a scenario, with such a distance? Can you control who comes into his life and how (or who comes into yours?) If you haven't had any concrete conversations about how you both feel / have agreed to date exclusively while he's away / established expectations of your relationship etc / then would it be fair to influence the natural rhythms of someone else's life from your own worries?

I think most solid relationships can weather a small bit of distance provided you have open communication when necessary; if the romantic inclination fades away after two months apart then, in my view--and in the absence of vocalised expectations and romantic interests between you both-- it wasn't strong enough to begin with. I absolutely don't mean for that to sound harsh, nor am I saying the feelings and bond you've built so far aren't real. All I'm saying is that there are so many variables to how romantic attraction builds and that is different for everyone; something enduring and lasting doesn't pop out and then root itself overnight--a seed emerges but it still takes time for those roots to form and grow deep and strong enough. Again, I'm not diminishing your feelings or dismissing them--but a few weeks, beautiful and profound as they have been for you are still just a few weeks--stand where your feet are. It will work out however it works out when the time arrives for it.

My thoughts on the passion are the same but I think it might help to ask yourself a few things: How do you define passion? What are your expectations of it? Are these based on what you've felt or what you've seen / heard / come to expect from other sources? What have been your experiences of passionate feelings before (if you have had them before)? Were these purely physical and never (or rarely) emotional? Were they healthy relationships / expression of passion when you had them? Or was passion a form of compensation (i.e., a way to paper over your own insecurities by riding on an emotion that distracts you from them)?

I don't think comfort necessarily points to lack of passion--passion is emotion, but like all emotionally-driven things they don't happen in a vacuum. You can feel nerves and excitement around someone new for a number of reasons but that doesn't always mean it's coming from a healthy place; quite often, if you come from an emotionally unhealthy environment with a lot of emotional instability or reactive people around you, for example, you might find the uncertainty of a new fling or someone emotionally intense exciting simply because that instability has become familiar to you. Personally, I try to concentrate less on "passion" and more on desire because they aren't necessarily interchangeable in my view and, ultimately, what matters most here is: Are you attracted to this person, physically and emotionally? Can you imagine yourself being / want to be physically involved with him? If the answer is yes to either of those, then I wouldn't worry too much because, again, you're at a distance right now. It isn't something you can explore fully / allow develop until that distance is no longer there.

I don't know if any of this helps you, anon, but I hope some of it does x

#ask #Anonymous #notes from elsewhere

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lunarflux · 2 months

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I liked the way you explained Aemond and his approach to a relationship, it's an interesting take! But then do you think that, if he fell for someone, he would genuinely love that person back or it would inevitably be something he'd be able to walk out on if prompted? I'd like to think he would genuinely love his partner, but what are your thoughts?

Also do you have any headcanons you'd like to share for how Aemond would be in a relationship/how he'd approach starting one?

I guess it would depend on how he defines love. I think it would only come out as what the rest of us would define as love if his possession of this person is challenged. If his ownership (I say in a kind way, not like he sees this person as an object, but their connection to him as his possession) is threatened, then he would for sure show some kind of affection in the more classic sense. It might be in the way that only fear drives him to outwardly show emotion.

For some of these things, I have a hard time explaining and can only do it through really outrageous quotes from books that haven't been written yet.

If his definition of love is "you are mine and mine alone, should anyone touch you or threaten you, I will have their head," then it's love.

His love may also be "all that I love, I earned and it is owed. All of me you possess though I owe you nothing because you will only take me as I am."

It could also be "I have my enemies, and I have those who fear me. Be the one who respects me without fear because I chose you above all others."

"You will be the one thing I possess that will not be taken from me. Try as they may, and they will die trying."

"I claimed you, and you accepted me."

"I have seen your worth. You are worth the little of myself that I am willing to sacrifice if only for the sake of my own peace. It is the kind of peace I cannot find elsewhere."

As for headcanons, um.... No, not really. I think Mysaria's personality might be the closest to what would ease him towards a relationship, but I don't think he'd ever trust her. This isn't a shameless plug, but I wrote my OC as someone who I thought would be remotely close to what I feel he'd want. Someone who satiates him physically and knows what he wants without asking. She does not ask for him, but answers when he calls. She doesn't bow unless it's required of her, and she isn't afraid to remind people of their place no matter how high they are above her. And when presented with the idea of being possessed, she fights back because she wants to be able to choose who she gives herself to and not because someone demands it. In my fic, when Aemond finally "claims" her, he tells her that he has chosen to suffer with her than alone, and she can either bear the burden of knowing how painful emotions are by his side or do it alone. I even had problems writing him being jealous because when you're absolute in your bounds to someone, there's little that can shake you.

Edit: I didn't answer that last question properly LOL okay, headcanon Aemond approaching a relationship...

A lot of looks. Subtle looks. Glances. Reading the person's facial cues, seeing what he can figure out just based on physical reactions and less about what they say. It'd be the slowest of slow burns. I almost want to say it's a matter of who caves first. Who is willing to say "I want it" and go for it. I don't think it'd be him either. He's probably find it intriguing if that person approached him without directly asking for anything.

But once they connect, I imagine he'd be the type to almost ignore them afterwards. Like, let's see if this was a one-off or will I eventually want more. Aemond swallows his emotions, so he'd have to reaaaally want it. Like a treat dangled in front of his face, how long can he resist before he needs a fix.

After the initial moment, he'd start to weigh out their worth. Are they only worth a night in bed or are they worth more. What can he show, what can't he show. Will he show if they show first. What's tempting him, why is he tempted. Will the temptation end after another night. What should he do if he craves more. What will he lose and what will he gain.

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #prince aemond targaryen #character analysis #ask lunarflux

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darth-aces · 1 year

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Flower Bed

Bella Ramsey X Reader

Flowers can relay messages from one person to another. That may be why we give out flowers to people that mean so much more than we can say. Although, these messages are often hidden and left unnoticed by most people. Maybe it’s the lack of solid information on this floral language, the disinterest we as a society place in the nature we walk on, or maybe it’s because running to your nearest florist after work moments before seeing your person requires sacrifice in time and specificity.

For many though, I think it’s the difficulty we face in creating messages that can amount to an ounce of what we truly feel for them.

Yet this unreliable system of floral morse code is the only way you’ve been able to tell Bella that you loved them.

Anytime you were both in town you would make your way over to their house, picking up flowers from bushes and random cracks with slight foliage as you walk. By the time you get there, you would usually have enough to tie and clump into a ball giving it the necessary weight needed for you to successfully throw it through their window and into their bedroom.

“I don’t understand is this supposed to be romantic or are we trying to get dirt all over my comforter?” Bella said as they pop their head out to see you.

“Trust me if you want romance just let me know, I’d be more than happy to oblige!” You yell back. They smirk and like it always had been, it’ll take a little more jokes and sly remarks to convince them to come down and finish the silly act you two had started.

“Are you here to ask me out on a date? Perhaps you’re here to ask for my hand in marriage?” They ask. “I will say though, I don’t typically go for people as direct as you,” Bella says taunting you.

“How about we go out on a date and by the end of the day we’ll see if you’d still be into marrying me?” You say desperately trying to get them to come down quickly and out of the heat you’re currently melting in.

This happens every year. You and Bella aren’t actually dating, but things have always been more than platonic.

At one point you two have even confessed that your feelings were mutual, but somewhere in that conversation, you agreed that long distance would be difficult in the early stages of a relationship and your friendship was more important at that moment. Although your mutual agreement kept your friendship going, it made things confusing.

You two weren’t exclusive, but you weren’t looking to be in a relationship with anyone. You were also busy trying to get through college. Romance, was hardly on your mind unless that romance was with Bella. They were always in the back of your mind keeping you company when you studied or when you began daydreaming during boring lectures.

You don’t exactly know what things have been like for Bella in the romance department (nor did you ask), but deep down you hoped that they were waiting for the day things could bring you two together.

It wasn’t like you two didn’t talk. You talked as often as you could, but the both of you were in different places of the world. Sometimes they’d be off elsewhere to a different part of England, in the U.S., or Canada. You’d be in the U.S. studying day and night for most of the year. This made texts and calls almost impossible to be as good as it was in person. Alas, you were still able to keep in touch.

Now that it’s summer you finally finished school and Bella was back in town before having to be elsewhere for another job. Which brings you two here, taunting each other through their window.

With a chuckle they finally run down to their front door, opening it up quickly and practically squeezing you into a bear hug. Missing them equally as much, you find yourself immediately squeezing back.

“I’ve missed you.” They muffled into your shoulder. You finally get a good glimpse of them when you pull back, still attached in their embrace. “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to see you too.” You say, too mesmerized by their features. Then you noticed their hair.

“Look at that your hair’s shorter.” Picking up a strand to observe.

“Yeah, I sent you that video of them cutting it off a while back remember?”

Of course you remembered, it was a huge change that left you a little jealous because you weren’t there in person to witness yourself, but you were also squirming with delight seeing them with their semi-new haircut.

“Yeah, it looks great. You always look great.” You say while awkwardly pulling away from the hug as you try to keep your mixed emotions down.

“Thanks.”

You’re both a little shy having not seen each other in a long time.

“So, I was thinking we make it up to my room for a bit, I’ve got something for you.” Bella points toward the room above and you feel a gush of warmth spring into your cheeks. They’ve been thinking about you while you’ve been separated, and you can’t help but feel a sort of validation after thinking of them the entire time you’ve been away too.

“So you’re the one proposing now aren’t you?” You say trying to regain yourself and keeping up with the banter. “If that gets you to come in faster, then yes.”

With this remark, they let you into the house where you make it up their stairs and into their bedroom, where you’ve thrown countless numbers of flowers trying to get their attention.

“You know it’s funny, you’d think with how long we’ve known each other that I’d find a stray flower or two around here, but it’s starting to seem like you’re hoarding them up and hiding them away from me.” You say trying to ease your anxiousness and excitement now being alone with them again.

Ignoring your statement, they go over to their desk and pick up a nicely decorated box. “My surprise is a bit handmade, but I figured you’d be into it since it took a little more work and thought.” Bella hands it over and gestures toward the bed to sit.

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything. Besides I didn’t even think of getting you something. Sorry about that.”

“Nonsense, you didn’t have the get me anything, I just wanted you to have this. Also, this gift wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for you anyway.” Curious now hearing that you’re a key component to a gift for yourself you lift the lid of the present to investigate.

On the very top is a note,

Every flower you sent through my window felt like an “I love you”. If I don’t say anything now, I might have to sleep with an endlessly growing meadow beneath my bed dedicated to the love we have.

-Bella

Under the note, you find neatly arranged flowers pressed and preserved on papers with tiny handwritten dates next to each flower.

You’re astonished.

“I figured we should give it a shot. It’s been a while and I’m still in love with you. Although this isn’t a proposal like you wanted it to be, I’d like to ask you out on a proper date.” Bella says as you’re still staring at years worth of patience.

You finally look up at them smiling like an idiot before blurting out, “In that case, I think I should be getting you an actual bouquet of flowers before we go out on our official first date.”

“Oh wait!” They quickly stand up and pick up a flower off their desk. “I think you’ve already picked enough flowers to make more than one bouquet for me. I’ll have to press this one for you though. I think this’ll complete our collection.” Bella says as they carefully hold a flower you brought just moments before.

“I don’t think I’d ever want to stop bringing you flowers.” You say mesmerized by them. “I might even have to grow my own flower bed just so I’ll have flowers ready to go.”

Bella let’s out a laugh when you say this, amused by your response, and you smile thinking of all the flowers growing the more you fall in love with them.

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey fluff #bella ramsey x y/n #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey fanfic #tlou bts

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fairygodpiggy · 1 month

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Eyri Styrbraena - OC Smash or Pass

Rules: pretty self explanatory. Include physical descriptions and/or pics, and propaganda. the "other" label can be used for "sexuality misalignment" (ie: OC is femme and you're gay, vice versa or you aren't into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Quick Facts:

Height - 7'4" (223.5 cm)

Age - 30 at the start of ARR, ~34 post-DT

Gender - Cis Female

Sexuality - Pansexual

Pronouns - She/Her

PROS:

Big. Large. Tall.

She is very strong and is willing to carry you

Very empathetic and generally keeps a positive and encouraging mindset, but will also meet others at their level of comfort

Very knowledgeable of the natural world and how to keep you from dying on a camping trip

Skilled with a wide variety of weapons

Has a good laugh that is contagious

COOKS!!! FROM SCRATCH! Will cook your favorite meals!

Has a way of connecting and making people feel like they belong

Very protective and will defend you with her life

CONS:

Sometimes is too big, large, and tall, depending on the building. Bumps her head on doorframes sometimes

She has anxiety so please be gentle, the tough act is kind of a cover

Not good with thunderstorms (but I guess it could also be a pro because then she'll be very cuddly to feel safe)

You will constantly have to stop her from adopting every orphan who looks at her with big, cute eyes (unless you want that, then I guess it could be a pro too????)

Probably isn't content to settle in one place for very long

She's very prejudiced against the wealthy and nobility at a baseline due to events in her past - it's not impossible to make a connection and make it past that negative bias, but it will require you building a trust and proving that you're not corrupt, and that you use that wealth/power to help those who need it

DETAILS:

Eyri is very curious and open minded. She likes learning new skills, languages, and cultural customs. She likes to see the world and its different peoples.

Platonically: Once she considers you a (platonic) friend, you're basically family to her. You will see her personality bloom before your eyes. When you see that stoic front drop, and the impish grin appear, you know you've earned her friendship and trust. Congratulations on your new sister. Gods help you.

Romantically: When Eyri has taken a romantic interest in you, it's clear. The lingering glances, the casual flirting, the teasing smirk curling at her lips - you might feel like she's a leopard on the prowl. That might seem unnerving, but rest assured that she's surprisingly old fashioned when she does pounce. She will court you in quite romantic ways - starlit strolls, freshly cooked dinner, dancing under moonlight. Eyri will sweep you off your feet, and will continue to do so throughout the relationship. Her bonds are strong, and her romantic bonds even stronger.

Sexually: Eyri is flexible in her role, to say the least. A switch to be sure. While mostly dominant leaning, there will be times where she wants to release control and be submissive. When that time comes, she will ask for you to take care of her, and place her trust in your hands (don't let her down.) Most of the time, however, she enjoys having control over your reactions to whatever might be playing out.

#eyri #oc smash or pass #what will you choose?#🥺#ffxiv #femroe #roegadame #roegadyn #ffxiv screenshots

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 8 months

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Hello sex witch!

I am an afab person who hasn't ""lost their virginity"" with another person yet - but i do masturbate enough to know what i like, and so i would like to start having sex with people. Preferably casually, because I'm not really interested in relationships rn.

Problem is, I have lived my whole life in a small-ish town where there are hardly any opportunities for me to meet other queer people or safely approach anyone with sex in mind. I'm still living at my parents' house. My uni is in another bigger city, but I have to catch the train home every night, so I can't really go explore the club life there.

I will be leaving for a student exchange programme soon, going to another country. I thought this could be an opportunity for me to start having sex, but I'm not sure how safe it would be to "lose" my virginity abroad? My insurance covers gynaecologist appointments, but there will be a language barrier. I will be thousands of kilometers away from my friends and family who could provide support should anything go wrong. And what if i'm just being weird about all this and should really just find a way to have sex here in my country instead of treating it like a fun travel experiment?

I know it's mostly up to me to consider the pros and cons, but do you have any thoughts on this? Advice?

hi anon,

the amount of worst case scenarios you've already come up with regarding this plan suggests to me that it's maybe not the best idea for you.

in any case, I generally don't recommend anyone goes into any situation dead set on making it a sexual opportunity. that's not ultimately something that you can totally control - partnered sex definitionally requires at least one other person to be involved, and that's not something you can guarantee will happen unless you want to pay someone for it (which is a perfectly fine option, but I'm not sure it's the kind of experience you're looking for.)

it takes a lot of random chance and luck for compatible sexual partners to find each other, and if that doesn't happen when you were really determined that it would it can be devastating. trust me, I've been there - and I wasn't even doing something as exciting as going abroad. it can really suck the wind out of your sails during what could otherwise be a very cool experience if you're holding the trip to a sexual standard that you can fall short of through absolutely no fault of your own - after all, no matter how eager you are you've ultimately got no say over whether other people want to have sex with you.

I'd say you can certainly go into the trip with a mind open to the possibility of sex and assess your options if you find yourself meeting someone who you feel a possible connection with, but don't approach the trip with sex as a set goal.

#sex edventures 2024

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thesarcasticreader · 2 years

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WHAT CAN YOU DO TO FIND LOVE?

These are general readings meant for entertainment purposes. You can partake in advice, but do not let it cloud your decision-making.

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(IMAGES ARE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST)

PILE 1:

To find love, you have to let go of any attachment that you hold for it. You will need to start doing things that excite you. You have been in isolation for a long time, and it is time to move out of the hermit phase. You have been inside for far too long, and your person isn't going to fall out of the sky. At some point, you will meet them. The interesting part is that you will not see this person coming. They will come quickly and set off a spark. Besides, if you feel that love can't get here soon enough, here's something that will help you go through time: you need to learn to multitask. Your overall quality of life will experience steady growth that will increase your confidence.

When you realize that this is your person, do not force them to move too quickly with the relationship. Take your time and take a breather. You also need to understand that relationships aren't all hearts and flowers. They require work. You are two individuals from different backgrounds who have to understand each other. It's basically taking a glimpse into each other's past and working to ensure that it doesn't affect your future.

Frantic energy is not what will suit you in a relationship. If you are in a hurry to be in a relationship soon, it is not going to happen sooner. Instead, it will be more delayed. It's annoying for sure, but it makes you a more stable individual.

Your responsibilities come first. The more you focus on them, the more your person will be attracted to you. I just read somewhere today that the pain of discipline is worth all the troubles in the world.

You have a lot of hope in your relationship, and your partner will meet your expectations. But it is important to develop alongside them and not just expect a developed individual to come your way. You will need to grow alongside them too, perhaps even more than them. You will have the love that you dreamed of.

PILE 2:

To find love, you have to let go of your control issues and jealous instincts. It is very hard to break old habits, especially those that are rooted in trauma, but you will not find love until you understand that these habits are harming you way more than anyone else. These things hurt you every time. You will never be able to establish a relationship filled with trust unless you are willing to trust the other person too. You may have been cheated on and lied to before, but trust is still a two-way street. When you meet your person, you will have to believe in them. Your person will be accommodating to you and understand that many of your habits stem from your past issues, but do not push their boundaries too much either. You have to be willing to work on these things too. You must speak to a therapist if these thoughts are interfering with your relationship, romantic or otherwise.

When you begin your journey of healing, you will find yourself. As cheesy as it may sound, when we love ourselves, we do not let anyone else put us down. We know our worth and we refuse to put up with any amount of bullshit. Your person will be protective of you, and that much can be said. Your person will not let you fester in doubt. They are someone patient with a calming aura. They love you a lot, and watching you hurt, hurts them. Your person will help you along the way. This is someone who will help advance your career as well, not as your boss, but as someone with good connections.

To find love, you have to heal from your traumas. It is a challenge, for sure. But in the end, it will help you feel lighter. There is this dark cloud that hangs over us when emotions are unaddressed. You may not be engaging in physically taxing activity, but you feel tired all the time. You don't want to meet people, and you may feel like giving up on love and hope. However, healing makes it better. There may be some bad days, but that dark cloud does not stay suspended in the same place. Days feel lighter and you will feel like laughing more.

PILE 3:

To find love, you have to find solace in yourself. You may have been waiting for someone to swoop in and save you from all the bad things going on, but here's some tough love: no one is going to help you change your circumstances. Sometimes, we're stuck in tough phases and we have to ride it out because we don't control all the cards. During these times, it's easy to get lost in the fantasy that someone will come and rescue us. But the thing is, sometimes we have to go through things alone. You could be surrounded by people and still feel lonely in a room.

Here's the thing: there's something that you can control - your daily activities, your thought process, and your reaction to situations, as well as how you deal with your emotions. Don't ever suppress your feelings because it will only leave you hurt. A lot of people are able to keep their feelings hidden and move on, but you're not the same. These feelings will bother you for a long time. That's not at all a lousy thing; in fact, it's a rare thing in this world. Let yourself feel everything fully, be it joy, pain, or excitement.

Your person is someone you've dreamed of a lot, and this person is going to be surprising to you. When they arrive, you may not connect with them immediately - it's funny how these things work. Your person will feel like a king with you by their side. This person will shield you from a lot of things, but right now, you have to practice spirituality and practicality. Look out for yourself.

Let this person come to you at their speed, and don't try to manifest them too soon. When you meet, you'll be the best versions of yourselves - both of you.

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kiwiana-writes · 11 months

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okay I just have to say this. like I know it's kinktober but I'm sorry alex and henry love each other??? there's no way they'd enjoy things like free use. I think your writing is amazing and I love that you write them loving each other and not being all degrading and stuff but yeah

*Aaron Burr voice* ...okay, so we're doing this.

First of all: You did not, under any circumstances, "just have to say this". You literally didn't. You read something on AO3 that you didn't enjoy, either followed the link to my tumblr or already follow me on here idk, clicked the link to send an ask, wrote out this little kinkshaming tantrum, toggled anon on, and hit send. Those are all choices you made. Own them. As someone who is an asshole at least 40% of the time, you've gotta own when you're being an asshole. Trust me.

Second of all: You are, very genuinely, welcome to interpret/headcanon Alex and Henry's sex life however you want. I feel like this sounds like sarcasm through text, but I mean it. My interpretation of them as people who would be into some freaky stuff is no more or less valid than someone who thinks they never do anything more hardcore than that necktie after the gala in Berlin. If the characterisation doesn't land for you, then it doesn't land for you. That's cool. Not all fic will work for all readers.

Third of all: From the bottom of my heart, fuck off.

The back button exists for a reason. It has existed for at least the length of kinktober 2023, I assure you. You are not, at any point, required to engage any further with a fanfic that you are not vibing with, whether that's because of the premise or the characterisation or the writing style or any other reason. But by the same token, writers are not required to write the things that cater to your sensibilities specifically. There is so much tender lovemaking out there for this pairing. A lot of it is excellent. Go find it and enjoy.

But more than that... I don't know how to tell you that a whole bunch of real life people get off on a whole bunch of stuff that isn't romantic and sanitised, and a whole bunch of people explore those things inside of relationships in which they are very much in love, and those two things are only connected insofar as loving someone makes it easier to trust them with the weirder parts of yourself. Real life people who are deeply in love with their partners get off on free use, or being verbally degraded, or being slapped, or any number of other things that may yuck your personal yum. Unless you're fucking them, it has less than nothing to do with you. Get over it.

#anonymous #sorry to put this bullshit on everyone's dash #i did consider just deleting it but like #fuck this noise

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frozenmoonshine · 2 years

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Headcanon - Tips & Tricks on how to date Sanzu Haruchiyo:

I just wrote this to cope with my unhealthy obsession with this fictional man. He's my absolute favorite TR baby, so forgive me for being shamelessly self indulgent! ...or don't.

If feminine terms of endearment and/or hinted hetero relationship trigger you for any reason, please skip this one. Cheers.

Haru is a lovebug, but that cannot be seen by just anyone. It requires a person with thick, and I mean: THICK nerves and patience to handle him right. He's prone to jealousy, he's headstrong, and he holds his grudges like Mikey's life directly depends on it!

If not handled properly, he will ghost you for days, try to make you jealous, be deliberately mean and controlling/manipulative, or in more extreme cases, turn full on yandere stalker on you! But all of that is triggered by his innate need to be loved and deeply, deeply rooted fear of being abandoned and being less than. So don't make him insecure!

It's highly recommended to build trust with him first, so if you guys start out by being genuine friends first, before you start dating, and then let the things develop naturally from there, there's a lot more chance that he'll open up to you and let you in, and he won't be as afraid of you leaving him or "betraying" him.

Seriously tho, don't leave him! He needs someone to love him, and to love back, way more than he realizes! He desperately needs someone to call "home", someone who will stay, who will accept him, and not judge him for who he is. And who he is deep down is just a soft little baby, that would do anything and everything for his loved one!

Until he gets properly comfortable with you and the fact that someone genuinely cares for him (which is a big challenge for him!) he may occaaionally act inconsistent (not messaging back for hours on end, standing you up for dates, being generally unavailable, etc.) It's either all due to his gang duties, fights, and devotion to Mikey, or simply just his struggle to adapt to love. But you can always be completely certain that he's not cheating!

Why? Because he's simply the type that falls in love for life, stays loyal and faithful even after death does you part (regardless of who dies first), and is so overprotective that it can be too much to deal with sometimes! ("Why is that ugly bitch over there giving you the side eye?! She wants me to explain to her who you are or what?!" - "No one talks like that to my Queen, I'm gonna rip his fucking skeleton apart!" etc.) And yeah, unless you stop him somehow, he will commit homicide just because someone stepped into your lane a bit too rudely for his taste.

Also, once you have successfully conquered his tattered, lonely heart, he would totally call you his Queen, and treat you as such as well. He's a lowkey simp, but a high key gentleman and super respectful in every sense of the word. His manners, albeit a little bit oldschool (legacy of having been brought up by his grandma and Takeomi), are always impeccable! If you didn't know better, you'd easily think he was some rich, spoiled, stuck-up "bocchan".

He'll be very reserved at the beginning of your dating, not exactly shy, but somewhat distant. But he'll never fail to open the door for you, move your chair for you, walk next to the car track making sure you're on the safer side, hold your coat for you or offer his if you don't have one, etc. But even holding hands will only happen after three dates or so.

And the first date is at Cozy Corner, and you guys are getting cheesecakes, it's just a fact, I don't make the rules! Once the relationship gets a bit more established it will become your monthly tradition.

On another negative side of dating Haru, however, be prepared to "share" him with Mikey! Although his attachment to Mikey is not romantic in nature, and Mikey isn't exactly someone to be jealous of in that sense, he will be a significant part of your relationship, as Haru will either talk incessantly about him, or flat our refuse to spend time with you because "Mikey needs him", and to him that is a perfectly valid reason.. But, if you (ideally) share, or (at least) understand his obsession with his King, and support his ambition to be Mikey's right hand man, he'll marry you, no joke!

* * * BONUS * * *

He used to be self conscious about his scars around you at first, not taking the mask off in front of you for 3 whole months of dating. You even "kissed" for the first time over the mask. When you asked him why he always wears it, he tried avoiding the subject at first, but when he realized he can trust you, he admitted he was afraid of your reaction when you see his face (you of course find him nothing less than drop dead gorgeous).

He hates PDA, but is quite affectionate in private, though never smothering. He'll hug you from behind when you're in the kitchen, randomly kiss your temple when you're cuddled up watching a movie together, he always speaks to you in a gentle, loving tone, he rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb when holding hands, he always praises the food you make for him, he tries his best to learn to make your favorites, etc.

When the Kanto Manji-kai started getting seriously corrupted, he tried pushing you away, but you insisted on staying by his side no matter what, and he greatly appreciates you for that. Despite all, you are his safe haven.

In his KMK/early Bonten days, you half-jokingly asked him to teach you to use a sword. He taught you to play shōgi instead. It almost became a weekend tradition for the two of you. Since you started keeping scores, you've been in the lead with 139 wins, over his 137. (He may or may not have let you win on purpose, more than once.) You tease him that it's because he's such a good teacher.

As Bonten's 2nd in command, he's still as loyal to you as always, but you're never his first priority. It's Mikey and Bonten's business, and you know it. However, you can't say you haven't felt jealous of Mikey in some cases. Whenever Mikey calls, Haru will immediately leave, even mid-sex.

He always tries to make it up to you later if Mikey interrupted your time together, tho.

He avoids meeting you on the days when he's had to kill. Not just because he doesn't want to "taint" you, but also because he doesn't like himself when he's high. He'd rather wait for the drugs to wear off before meeting you. If you guys live together, then he'll just spend the day at the Bonten HQ instead.

Once you start living together, he's a godsent to have around the house! You don't have to do any cleaning ever again, his OCD kicks in and your apartment will always be spotlessly clean. He occasionally nags at you to be more tidy tho.

He's even more overprotective as an adult than he was as a teen. if you're going somewhere that is not owned by or affiliated with Bonten, and he can't go with you for whatever reason, you will unavoidably have two of his most trusted subordinates escort you and stay by your side at all times as your bodyguards. And no, he's not trying to contol where you go or what you do, (those two guys basically work for you, not him, at this point, anyway) he just won't leave anything to chance and risk you getting targetted by any of his numerous enemies when he's not around to protect you by himself. When the two of you are together out, he never leaves your side, and always has an arm around your waist or back.

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