I’ve gotten a couple of communications about this, so I thought I’d try answering it directly here.
Much like how to ask someone to be in a romantic relationship, asking someone to be in a qpr (queerplatonic relationship) can be very personal and individualized.
A good place to start is by bringing up the concept of a qpr and discussing it with the person. They might know exactly what it is, or they might not know anything about it, or they might’ve heard of it but not know what it means to you (and honestly, what it means to you is going to be the most important).
When you’re talking about it, you can kind of gauge their reaction and see how they handle it. If they’re dismissive or uninterested, then you know it might not be safe or helpful to try to ask them to be in a qpr with you. If they’re respectful and want to know more, then it’s a great gateway to further discussion.
You might talk about popular depictions of qpr’s, or what you, personally, would want in a qpr, or the challenges and joys of being in multiple qpr’s or in a qpr and a romantic relationship, etc.
I’d recommend giving that some time to sit and kind of… settle in.
Then, if it has gone well so far, you can start a separate conversation about asking that person if they’d like to try building a qpr with you.
I think the phrasing here can be really important. Since some people define qpr’s as almost like romance-less and sex-less marriages, it could be considered a pretty serious thing to ask someone to be your qpr, almost like a platonic proposal. They might not be ready for that.
You could consider framing it more like “deepening the friendship” or even “try building a qpr” (as I phrased it above), which focuses more on the process and less on the final result.
This is a great time to strive for excellent communication, and talk about things like whether you’re on the same page about multiple qpr’s, or what you think/feel about how to handle if one or both you has romantic relationships, too. At some point, you’ll want to talk through your respective thoughts on things like the role of physical affection in your relationship, including whatever boundaries you have (or want to have). These kinds of conversations aren’t always easy, but they’re really important for healthy relationships of all kinds.
Followers, if you’ve asked someone to be your qpp, how did you do it? What are some helpful ways to approach this?
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ND culture is identifying with your born gender (Female) but needing to be paid to be "pretty" or dress up like I will not do it for free to make people more comfortable like I'm sorry it's society which is wrong
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he can’t think straight. His bones are like goo, his body a mind of its own.
miguel’s shaking away the mist from his mind, which continues to cloud his judgment.
his hair, which is slick with sweat, drips onto his forehead, and onto his naked and gleaming pecks. It’s more ragged than how it’s usually styled.
each harsh thrust of his hips continues to bounce the loose curls, in tandem with the clap and recoil of your plump ass.
“fuck, tesoro.” the sight alone made the man behind you groan loudly, causing him to grip at your hips harder.
leaning down towards your backside, Miguel shoved his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet, tangy scent.
he continued to batter his way inside your fleshy, gummy walls. Almost as if trying to get his thick cock to impliment its shape into your quivering hole.
“miguel…” whimpering, you gripped at the sheets under you, pushing your hips back to meet with his thrusts to get him to hit deeper inside.
biting down on your neck, Miguel groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. His eyes almost rolling to the back of his head just from it.
he began to speed up his thrusting, planting his feet onto the bed and slamming his hips onto your ass harder.
pulling back to move his hair out of his face, Miguel looked down to see where you both were connected, letting out a slight whimper at the sight of your fat pussy lips gripping at his dick. not wanting to let go of him.
“mierda. I’m not letting you go until you’re full of my seed, ¿entiendes?” He doesn’t even let you answer, because he’s already going back to wrapping his lips around your neck and grabbing at plump body. His hands snake around your large tits and wide waist to keep you in place.
even if you’d repeatedly asked for a break, if your legs shook from your orgasms, if you blacked out; this man wouldn’t let you go. At least, not until you’d squirted a few times and had lost the ability to walk the next day.
(miguel would definitely have a plus sized lover. It’s just in our Mexican nature!)
I don't think that people watching is the older version of crush culture, I think that people watching is the older sibling who just wants to be loved while crush culture is the younger sibling who is crushing on someone already dating
Just turned 19 feeling good 👍
It’s my birthday.. 🎂
here's somefood to keep you guys entertained for a while sorry for inactivity
Springtrap and Y/N when they’re not arguing with each other.
[This user is tired of being tired.]
My little bunny
Theme: nsfw
Summary: Making yourself cum was annoying, you failed to bring yourself to that edge. Thankfully your husband is tired of your shit and is going to help you.
Pair: True form! Sukuna x chubby reader
Tw: praise, fingering
A/n I need true form sukuna so badly, he’s too hot. I’m sorry noonie, I betrayed you💔
It pissed off Sukuna so much, his little wife just couldn't come up to him. Maybe it was you were just so shy, your husband was so busy already, you didn’t want to bother him with something simple.
You were desperate to finally cum, but you couldn’t bring yourself over that edge! Your body felt so warm, the wetness from your cunt wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you plunged your fingers inside your warmth.
Your body was so used to the stretch of Sukuna’s cocks that it barely responded to your touch, it didn’t help form how horny you already were.
Past days where you were in your shared room, nibbling on your lower lips to stifle your fake moans. You fingers rubbing your clit fast, only sparks of pleasure ran up your spine.
You were so close to that edge, yet you couldn’t push yourself to cum! Countless times of your failed organism only made your frustration increase, tears of anger and shame pouring from your eyes.
It was no use, you just couldn’t cum! After your failed attempts you quickly dressed yourself, not wanting sukuna to barge in when you’re naked and sweaty.
The juices from your slick cunt messed up most of your panties, leaving a wet spot. Sukuna could tell something was wrong, your normal energy was gone.
You barely put time in how you looked, your hair sprayed everywhere. You looked exhausted, as much as Sukuna would like to lie and say he didn’t care, he was concerned.
His poor sweet baby, what’s been bothering you? Many times he tries to check up on you, his large hand brushing your skin.
Your flesh was hot, you weren’t sick. You’d flinch, attempting to dodge his touch. It made Sukuna even more confused, why can’t you tell him what’s going on.
His touch alone sends so much slick to your already sensitive cunt, the fabric of your pants rubbing uncomfortably on your clit.
Somehow you came up with dumb excuses every time Sukuna tried to come close, but you knew none of it actually fooled him. Sukuna said he’d be out for a while, this is the perfect attempt to cum.. again.
You roll yourself on the side of his bed, spreading your already wet thigh. Your fingers rub up and down your cunt, your fingers already drenched in your arousal.
You let out a quiet kiss, the tip of your finger bumping into the already sensitive clit. You whine, rubbing your clit didn’t help ease that tension!
“Sukuna..” you whine, you desperately needed his touch.
Somehow, through your fried brain you remember he told you that he’d be gone for a while for something important. That means you have to struggle with your little problem, how cruel.
Tears prickle in your eyes, why did you have to be so shy?! Suddenly, a loud creaking sound.
4 red eyes stare at you, tracing around your body. Red eyes eyeing at your breast, belly, then focusing on your hand between your thigh.
“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m gone, naughty girl~” a voice coos, you recognize it.
It was Sukuna, one of his hands pushing open the door. He stands in front of the door, any light from outside of the room is blocked from his massage form.
He locked the door behind him, the room was dark, the only thing you could see was his glowing eyes staring directly at you.
“Oh honey, what’s wrong? You seem like a broken record~” Sukuna asks, his footsteps echoing through the room.
You toss your blanket over your warm body, this was not something you were prepared to deal with. You thought you were sneaky, but this proves nothing!
“No, no, don’t cover that gorgeous body of yours” Sukuna says, his glowing red eyes getting even closer to you.
The bed dips under Sukuna weight, making you roll over near him. One of Sukuna’s hand flips you to lay on your back, another grabbing your wrist.
Another one of his hands reaches to your cunt, rubbing through your folds. You whine, attempting to stifle your moans. His finger rub at your swollen little clit, begging for his attention.
“Poor thing, you haven’t been taking care of her~” Sukuna tuts, one of his finger dipping into your warmth.
You let out a moan, your nails digging into his hands that keep you restrained. His finger slowly pump his finger in and out of your soaping hole, your juices already soaking his finger.
His finger rub at your sweet spots, the same ones you barely can touch. You clench around his fingers, letting out a broken moan.
“Kuna!” You gasp, another one of his hands starts massaging your clit slowly, applying pressure to the aching bud.
“Feeling good, baby? All you needed was me, needed me to help you cum?” Sukuna teases, kissing your cheek.
Your eyes roll back, clenching around his finger that pump out faster. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth, pure pleasure.
You nod your head dumbly, not being able to think straight from the amount of pleasure at once. The feeling of his finger rubbing the warm walls makes all the words die.
He stuffs another finger in, stretching your cunt for him. He chuckles, watching all the different facial expressions on your beautiful face.
Sukuna rubs your clit faster, along with pumping his fingers quickly into your soaking cunt. Loud wet sounds could be heard as Sukuna shows no mercy to your poor little cunt.
“What? Gonna cum? Go on sweet girl, cum for me” Sukuna food, his eyes watching you closely.
You shut your eyes, your brows furrowing as you let out a loud moan. Your back arches as you cream around his fingers.
You let out a broken whimpering, your thighs shaking. Sukuna’s tongue licks at your neck to your ear, while his stomach tongue licks his fingers clean.
“Feeling a bit better?” Sukuna asks, his hands still slowly rubbing and pumping.
“Mmh” you nod, all that stress and tension being washed away with a singular organism.
He chuckles, pushing to lay on top of him. His tongue slowly rubs up and down your cunt, drinking in your juices.
“Hey! Stop it” you say, playfully.
He chuckles, his tongue stopping its movement. He kisses your cheek, tossing a blanket over you both.