#he needs assurance with clear instructions and boundaries and goals and reward

[just-some-user-hunny]

UUGGGGHGHHHH Nikto needing to be needed has me so soft

he would brush your teeth for you if you let him, buckle your seat belt (no matter who's driving, or would be the seat belt himself if necessary), open every jar, every can with that can opener you always struggle with (if you ever got an automatic can opener he would be SO upset, I can hear the huffy gruff would-be-pout already), he would do so many things for his llubov without even thinking about it but you're just out here,,, doing it yourself? :((( but he's right there :((( why can't he do it?? do you not love him??? let him make the bed with your million pillows exactly where they know you get most comfortable, squished between him and the wall so he can always, always guard their llubov

Bonus points if there's a little learning curve for the reader, who's usually quite independent with taking care of themselves.

Initially it appears as if he's dominant and nurturing, doing little acts of service to express himself to you. But then gradually it becomes more apparent he's seeking your approval and happiness. Every plate of food he places before you at the table, he looks at you quietly. Unblinking. Settling down on his knees to rearrange your cutlery so as to not loom over you. He's not going to his seat until he knows you're happy with him. His eyes glaze over with a sappy soft haze whenever you pet his face and praise him. Feline eyes following you, bristling for approval from his favourite person. It becomes more and more apparent that he's not a dominant person with you- quite the opposite, actually. His attempts at service are clumsy and unpractised, but genuine and eager all the same.

Or maybe a thick arm corded with muscle reaches over you to do up your seatbelt for you- and there's no batting it away. You may lightly squeeze at his bicep, your fingers barely unable to wrap around it as you light-heartedly assure him you're fine, but he'll just look at you apprehensively and frown. Do you not like it when he does this?

His expression pointed and stern, yet flickering with something vulnerable that only you can pinpoint by the crease in his eyes and furrowed brows. Assure him by pressing a kiss to his face and patting his bicep. Thank you honey. Remember your seatbelt too, my love.

No other words are needed for him. He'll nod obediently and get to work on his order, strapping himself in and relaxing back in the seat, assured and content.

Or how you don't even bother attempting to get your toothbrush yourself anymore, knowing he'll grab it before you can and hold it high above your head till you settle down and accept his help. He'll stand there otherwise, blank faced and stubborn as he holds it higher whenever you try to reach for it. No amount of scolding will go through that skull of his when it comes to things like this. Might as well indulge him in his little silent requests. But you insist on doing his skincare, and he grumbles but sees it as fair enough. He enjoys it, really. He's just stubborn.