#this is self indulgent

[the-batgirl]

Dick and Babs + (mostly Dick’s) Birthdays!

Nightwing (1996) #153

tiny titans (2008) #17

Young Justice (2011) #25

Young Justice (2011) #22 & #25

Nightwing (2016) #113

[catmadeofsalad]

Asmodeus: *playing with MC'S hair*

Beelzebub: *holding MC*

Belphie: *sleeping on top of MC's legs*

Mammon: *buying MC more blankets for their pile*

Leviathan: *putting in a funny movie for MC*

Lucifer: Why are you crowding MC so much?

Asmodeus: Their toxic ex tried to manipulate them into getting back together, and our dear human started to panic so we deemed this a necessary solution.

Lucifer: Then where is Satan?

Mammon: *grins* Hunting

[inknopewetrust]

𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔰

summary: in the blistering summer evening heat, you and felix play a little game. [felix x fem reader. WC: 2.6k]

warnings: smut. minors dni (18+ only). p in v, fingering (fem receiving), saltburn bathtub, slight voyeurism, dirty, dirty talk, some degrading language, not the dirtiest thing but still like… kinda hot?

Though the sun had set long before, the lingering scorch of the sun sat like a film on your skin. Its thin veil dry and aching to shrivel against the boiling water of the tub. You felt the sticky nature disappear under the trails of steam that painted the surface of the water.

A bead of sweat pebbled from your temple to cheek to chin to neck.

But you lit a cigarette anyway. And if you listened close enough, you could hear the crackle.

A blistering bud sizzles; the porcelain was drawing cool waves against the skin of your arms and for once, in the vast nothingness of the bathroom, the heat that rose from its surface made the ghosts vanish.

It made them disappear in house once home to Kings.

Now, as it boiled under the night sky, it was home to something other. It had bled itself into the walls and the ghosts wished to witness not the haggard scrounging of wealth that festered within.

But you imagined Henry the Eighth liked to stare as you bathed. They all did. Felix had told you that once a few summers ago.

How they all wanted to touch you in the ways that he did. How they wanted to whisper in your ear that they were better than him. No one truly was and it kept you crawling back with the poor souls who got sucked into a heated whirlpool of pity each and every summer.

Nevertheless, you envisioned Henry in the corner itching to touch.

They all trembled to flutter their hands onto your skin, onto your breasts, squeezing pieces of you dipped below the waterline.

If his ghost could smile, Henry’s ghastly teeth gleamed.

‘Fuck off, Henry,’ you saw the paunchy apparition lounging in the chair in the corner with a bead of sweat dribbling from his own temple.

Oh, envy, King Henry.

A bit of ash fell onto the tiles below.

“You’re making a mess of it.”

You tapped the cig on the side of the tub as another bit of ash wilted to the cold floor.

Felix hummed.

Stocky Henry vanished. If you gazed toward him, Felix’s eyes bore deep. Heavy and brooding, downcast at a peak of what existed beyond the bubbled suds.

Dinner had long passed. Everyone was supposed to be in bed.

He could feel you in inches. The soft skin of your back, the plush thighs that laid between his own. A hand of his traced over the skin of your collarbone gently as the ash continued to drift.

You were nearly on fire. In the swelter of the stone walls and the patterns of the paper before him, you glowed in a red sweat.

“You’re letting it die.”

“I was thinking,” you murmured.

“About what?”

“King Henry.”

“King Henry?” Felix’s voice peaked. His head leaned to rest on your shoulder, his smile leaving a trail as it grew. His nose drew a delicate line on your dampened skin.

You liked Felix in this way. So quiet and removed. But Saltburn always kept pace in the background.

“Yes, King Henry,” his hand glided along your own, gently taking hold of the cigarette and placing it between his lips.

The smoke of the puff rose high into the air beside you. It’s curls twisted like your insides aching for a touch too far but never too close.

“I like to imagine them sitting… staring at us now.”

“Now?” Felix questioned. “So erotic in an ugly tub. I can see him now,” he pointed to the corner of the room, “he just popped one. Can’t you see it? In his trousers there.”

You grinned. Your laugh filled his chest with a shuddering life. So fulfilled and free yet trapped in this same world as he.

And he was never far away. Here, in Saltburn, always waiting in the same shadows for the opportunity to strike while the others weren’t around. No sister or friends or parents or mewling poor fighting for his attention. They were retired for the evening; all snuggled in beds with curtains drawn and fantasy dancing in their heads.

“He isn’t the only one.”

You tipped your head to the side. The profile of your face meeting his forehead as he dipped his own downwards. The cigarette still burning from his fingertips. It was a mere bud now.

You could feel what waited for you on your lower back.

“I can feel that, you know?” You feigned an innocence he liked. Keen and blatant, but cunning with sin.

“Is it Henry that makes you feel that why?” You whispered, lips ghosting his chin.

Felix breathed in deeply. The same chest that shuddered with joy in anticipation.

Every summer.

The excitement would stir within his bones as the gates would open wide and beside his family would be the one steady thing he had everything to give.

“I hope,” Felix hushed, “for your own sake that’s not the fucking case.”

“So it’s me?”

Felix groaned as you pushed against him. The gentle pressure of your body arching into him without a touch, he begged to put his hands on you.

The cigarette fell to the floor in its end.

Felix took his hand and turned your head back to face him with a firm grip on your jaw. The water around you sloshed. It cleared the bubbles from your chest.

“I want to play a game,” he suggested in a dusty, breathless tone. “Want to play, darling?”

“Can I win?” You suggested. His hand loosened, letting the fingers dance along the column of your neck before beckoning up toward your mouth once more.

His index finger traced the outline of your lips. In a slow glide, Felix pulled your lower lip out slightly, gathering the wetness with his finger before inching it back to the space where your lips had parted.

You kissed his finger with your tongue as it found purchase in the suction of your mouth. The plushness of your tongue, the slight drag of your teeth as it emerged from between your lips.

“I don’t want to play if I can’t win, Felix,” you whispered.

His eyes now hooded with a thick want. He watched his finger redraw the lines of your lips again as you begged with doe eyes to win. A near child’s play of a woman’s ability to seduce.

“You can win,” Felix huffed as his other hand snaked itself from the edge of the tub to your torso under the water. “But I’ll need you to be quiet. We have guests and as much as I do love our dear, sweat guests, I can’t have them imagining the way I fuck you, can I?”

“No,” you relished in the way his hand returned to the base of your throat and squeezed with the slightest amusement. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good,” Felix smiled at you. Your heart squeezed in the same way your cunt ached for his fingers to gather the strength to follow through.

“What do I win?”

“Whatever the fuck you want. You just have to be quiet.”

You smiled deviously that the thought.

“I can’t see how we’d be able to look a boy like Ollie in the eyes if he heard the sounds that come out of your mouth.”

His hand swooped past your center and to your leg, drawing one over his own which sat you straighter in his hold. You felt his cock jump at the pressure of you pushing on him. Felix flitted his finger tips from your knee to waist, switching hands to bring his wet palm to your breast while the other perched your opposite leg over his other.

The pebbled nipple was taut as he kneaded the skin in circles. He pressed down hard, pulling up on your nipple to elicit the sounds he wanted so badly to hear but knew you’d repress.

You were like him in many ways. He too wanted to win a game of control.

With you in his hands like a play of putty, he felt in control but with one hand on the wheel.

As he palmed your breast, his hand gripped your thigh. His mouth traced a pattern of hot breath along your neck as his tongue relished the salty sweat that had gathered at its leisure. The goosebumps that rose from your skin welcomed his breath kindly.

“I want this house to ourselves,” Felix moaned. “So we don’t have to be quiet.”

“Tell me what you’d do,” you asked him, placing your hand over his own and bringing his fingers to you. He cupped your heat as you groaned, guiding him back and forth to gather the wetness he could feel different from the water of the tub.

“Tell me what you’d do to me.” You spoke faintly. “Tell me and I’ll be quiet.”

You guided one of Felix’s fingers in you as he shushed the sounds that threatened to speak themselves into existence.

He put his lips on your ear as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you with a slow glide. So plush and tight, he thought to himself. It sucked him in and dared not to spit him out.

“I would fuck you on the floor,” he breathed out against your cheek. “I’d spread you wide and taste your sweet pussy as the sun bathes the floor. And when I’m done, we go to the pool-“

Felix pulled out his finger, tracking it along your folds before going in with two. You arched against his back, drawing up as he pulled you back down and rested his hand on your waist.

You curled the toes of your right foot down the edge of the tub.

“-we’d go to the pool and sit out in the sun. You’d give me head in one of the chairs and I’d paint your fucking face with my cum.”

You clenched around his fingers. His thumb pressed into your clit, another jolt aching to send you squirming but he held you down as he patterned circles on the gentle flesh.

“You like that, don’t you?” He breathed in the smell of you. “And maybe we’d go for a walk through the maze after dinner. I’d fuck you in the center and you could scream as loud as you fucking want. No one could get to us. No one would hear us.”

“F-F-“

“No, no, no, shh,” Felix shushed. “Good girls only win by being quiet, yeah?”

You nodded, clenching onto his fingers again as a strangled ‘fuck’ tumbled out of his lips. He could imagine the coil building. Felix wasn’t going to let you finish alone.

Felix pulled his fingers from you and felt the disappointment in the wither of your body.

“But I don’t want to imagine what’d I’d do if we were alone,” Felix blanked. “Turn around.”

As the water sloshed around you, you turned to wrap your arms around his neck. Like you, Felix had sweat beading from his jaw that glimmered in the red light of the bathroom. He looked intoxicated, entranced but in control of what he could.

“I want to see you ride me like the fucking whore you are.”

You weren’t a whore. But for Felix, you could be anything.

At the nape of his neck, you gripped the back of his hair and drew his head back as your other hand gripped him under the water.

Hard and lengthy, his cock was a welcome intrusion every time. You pumped him in your hand slowly. The sounds of water creating currents was soothing against the sounds of your battered breaths kissing his own. You lifted yourself on your knees, leaning against Felix as he squeezed your ass tightly, watching as you lowered yourself onto him under the water. Slender and veined, your cunt molded to him like art. You both would never tire of the feeling so profound.

It would never be like this with anyone else.

Loose pants left his lips as you sat completely full of him. A fit for a King in his own home, he supposed. Once you had settled with him inside, you moved above him.

The water moved languidly too. Meeting the fiery skin of two intoxicated minds too oblivious to see the peering eyes between the crack of a door.

“Right there, baby, right there,” Felix mumbled as you rose again and again, drawing him in and out as he stretched you with every swell and spur he could muster on his own.

“You’re such a good girl, darling. So good for me.”

You could peer down at him from above. Your breath fanning his face and lips but never seeking to truly kiss him as your hand tangled in his hair.

Bits of water spilled over the tub and splashed onto the floor. It soaked the ash tray and the speckles of ash and bud that littered the floor.

“Don’t stop baby. Don’t fucking stop,” Felix crooned in the room’s empty sounds. Only the pleasured sighs and gasping breaths filled the air.

You bounced on his cock with a measured pace. Each stroke of his manhood against your velvet walls lured him deeper into you, entangled with the missing links of a year gone by.

“Felix,” you broke the rules to whisper in his ear. He was taken away by the insatiable need of his rapture. He listened. He beckoned to your call.

“Tell me that you love me.”

From the shadows, Oliver Quick felt his blood run as hot as the sun. He loved Felix.

“I love you.”

Whom did not love him back.

“Tell me you need me.”

He was enamored by the idea of Felix.

“I need you.”

Who was enamored with the idea of Oliver.

“And what do you want from me?”

He was taken by the sight before him.

“I need you to cum, baby. I need you to fucking cum for me.”

Oliver was taken by the gleam of your skin. The way Felix’s throat bobbed as a strangled groan escaped his lips and the way your own melted onto his forehead in a silent struggle to come down from a high.

You placed both hands on his slender chest, careening like winged victory in a heated satisfaction.

Your fingers shook.

He had never seen a woman shake so elegantly before. The tremble of your lips as you breathed in shaking respite, the jolt of your shoulder blade as Felix ran a hand up your back.

Oliver licked his lips at the sight.

Felix lifted his head from its position against the tub. His eyes fluttered open as you pulled away in the slightest.

And Felix smiled.

You returned the grin with one of your own as his still sat erect inside of you. The bubbles of the tub had long ceased to exist and the water that was left was filled with the combined spent of you both.

“I don’t think I won that one,” you chuckled quietly, pushing hair out of Felix’s face before cupping his cheek in your hand.

“I’ll take pity on you, I guess.”

“The water’s gone cold.”

Felix kissed the inside of the palm of your hand. He cherished the high that lingered.

“The water’s gone cold,” he repeated. “But we could stay here forever.”

“Pruned and sweaty? Not a chance in fucking hell, Felix.” You laughed a bit too loudly. Oliver disappeared at the groan Felix let out as you pulled off of him.

You stood before him as the water dripped from every piece of you. Marbled and finite of the most precious carvings he only wished to hold forever.

As you exited the tub and the throb of him began to settle, you grabbed his linen shirt from the floor, draping it over you as it stuck to the wetness of your skin.

“The bed is just the slightest bit more comfortable.”

And you disappeared behind his doorway with call for more as the walls of Saltburn added another sordid story to add to it woven trims.

But it was never just the walls of Saltburn watching.

A/N: as always, the best gift of reading is likes AND reblogs and why not, we love comments too. Thank you for reading and feel free to check out my other works on my masterlist here. xo

[digitkc]

pickles if he was a fred durst

[thenightsong]

[simping-for-joe]

You know what, here are some head canons about Leon dating a thicker/plus sized person cause it makes me happy:

The man loves stretch marks, if you have them he will find them and he will know them, give him time

A bigger person means thicker thighs, and this will make a very happy Leon (he’s a thigh man and I will die on this hill)

So soft, he calls them soft all the time. It’s his favorite word to describe them

If you ever feel insecure about your body or weight he will shut that shit down so fast

He’ll fight anyone who talks shit about his partner that includes his partner

Leon strikes me as the type of person to not care about size or weight but cares if his partner is healthy, that’s all he cares about

When he comes back from missions he’ll just sit and hold them, calling them soft and cozy

On that note he loves soft stomachs, he will lay there for hours if you let him

He just loves the extra chub on his partner's body, it makes him happy (he thinks its cute)

When Leon sees his partner it reminds him that some people aren’t exposed to the same shit he is

His partner is allowed to be soft cause they don’t have to be constantly on edge and scared

It causes Leon to relax a bit more when he’s at home

[asamary]

"We are the same, yet we walk in different paths"

_(:3」L)_

[bakubunny]

listen. hear me out. toji with a soft reader who has daddy issues, and not just the “cute” kind.

it would be a disaster trying to navigate that relationship, but i rly think that underneath the facade he keeps, there’s enough maturity to make it work. how much he cared about megumi is evidence of that.

cw: relationship problems, intimacy, mention of kink

you’d have to have so many conversations. there’d probably be a ton of tears on your part, and he hates that. toji also hates talking about feelings, but he knows that if he wants to keep you, he has work for it diligently. he’s familiar with hard work and dedication, that’s no problem. but relearning how to be less of an asshole (at least with you) is an area where he struggles. he hates having to dig into his own thoughts, hates going deeper than surface level because he’s never been good at it. but he tries so hard.

sometimes it helps when you explain why you reacted a certain way - maybe that one thing he did just hit a little too close to home. you try to apologize for overreacting, but over time, he doesn’t let you. he shuts you up with something - tells you to stop, hugs, kisses, whatever it is. it takes him a long time to verbally apologize when it’s needed, but even if he doesn’t say it, he changes. every single day, he changes because he refuses to hurt you due to his own foolishness.

toji learns when teasing you for what you want in a relationship goes too far. whether it’s one kink or another, it doesn’t matter. he’s not stupid; he connects the dots, and sometimes he lets his mouth run more than he should. but the moment tears start to well in your eyes, he knows he’s fucked up and pulls you in for a hug.

toji is far from perfect, and so are you. but he’ll be damned if he lets you get away.

[fruedian]

Andrew Garfield as PETER PARKER in THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (2012) dir. Marc Webb

[neytui]

I did tiny Dream and Hob

[kaidabakugou]

katsuki would complain about the amount of hair you and eijirou leave around the apartment.

finding balls of hair in every corner of the house, a mixture of long red strands mixed with yours.

showering together on your hair wash days it’s a nightmare, every time you and eijirou stick your fallen hairs to the shower wall while detangling. even though he knows you two make sure to clean them up afterwards, he stills shakes his head when he sees them.

his clothes always have strands of the both of you attached to them, over the years he simply resorts to removing the more visible ones and leaving the rest, finding it useless at this point when he knows they’ll find their way onto the fabric again.

if eijirou cooks, he makes sure to put his hair up with one of your claw clips after that one time that he cooked and katsuki found a strand of his hair in his food and actually gagged while you and eijirou laughed.

although he complains, katsuki can’t deny how much healthier his hair has gotten after you convinced him to let you put hair oil on his ends every night, just like you convinced eijirou when he first decided to let his hair grow.

[konigceo]

teehee könig with a s/o that loves sanrio !!!!! he makes matching build-a-bear plushies with them and makes them a sanrio bouquet !!!!! he buys them their favorite character's merch !!! pajama pants, he's got u baby !! könig is probably loaded so he loves showering u in gifts;; he also probably buys a few plushes or keychains of certain characters that remind him of u...:(

[jessicarosem]

My personal view on all of the bg3 companions’ intra-party relationships (without tav):

SHADOWHEART:

Acts like Astarion’s younger sister. The two can often be found bitching (about each other and everyone else). But astarion is the one who helps her cut her bangs (after telling her they look terrible, as a classic gay older brother)

She and Lae’zel have a very “two cats who live in the same home” relationship. They fight a lot at first but eventually learn to coexist

Likes adventuring with Karlach the most (because she needs less healing than the others)

Is the camp mom (and HATES it)

Is the mom to Scratch and the owl bear cub. They usually sleep in her tent and they both like her the best (because she gives them treats)

ASTARION:

Him and Gale are in love. Obviously.

Low key hates Wyll because he’s always trying to save people (and, let’s be honest, there can only be one drama queen in the party)

Surprisingly doesn’t hate Karlach, actually views her as a small (big) puppy dog of a person that is a little misguided but mostly adorable (even if he won’t admit it)

Shadowheart starting calling him the camp grandpa after he started calling her the camp mom (he pretends it doesn’t bother him but he hates it)

“Hates” Scratch and the owlbear cub (one night the cub ran away and he spent all night looking for it. He was crying when he came back until he noticed it was in Shadowheart’s tent burrowed under blankets. No one is allowed to mention said night)

KARLACH:

Wyll is her best friend in the entire world. They’d both readily die for the other one.

Both her and gale have taken it upon themselves to teach Lae’zel about Faerun. Most of these sessions entail Karlach saying horribly incorrect things about Faerun and Gale going on long-winded explanations of how “well, no actually Karlach that isn’t quite correct. In actuality-“ while Lae’zel sneaks away

Loves the animals more than anything (and cries over the fact that they like shadowheart more than her)

Bonus: Damon and her are in love and you can’t change my mind about this

LAE’ZEL:

Respects Wyll for his fighting prowess but is extremely confused by his morals. Decided in act 1 that she couldn’t talk to him about morals for the safety of them both

She and Astarion are feral buddies TM

Hates Gale. Hates him so so so much. The only reason she hasn’t killed him yet is because there’s (allegedly) a bomb in his chest

Surprisingly Karlach is her favorite, both because of fighting ability and her just being impossible to dislike

GALE:

Really, truthfully believes that Lae’zel likes him. Astarion is too amused to correct him.

Loves Karlach like a little sister. Will often keep her entertained with magic tricks. Autistic to her ADHD

Very good friends with Wyll mostly because hes one of the only ones that will enthusiastically listen to his ramblings (and understand them)

The animals don’t like him after he tried to reduce the owlbear cub and it went poorly

WYLL:

Genuinely likes every single member of the party for different reasons (his least favorite is Astarion, but he’d never say it out loud)

Is the camp dad (and LOVES it)

Camp matchmaker. Was the reason that Gale and Astarion got together and was the reason that Karlach and Dammon got together.

Him and Shadowheart aren’t close during the adventure, but become very close while they’re both residing in Baldur’s Gate after the fact.

Likes Scratch more than the owlbear cub, which is the only source of him and Karlach’s disagreements

[duckymcdoorknob]

Lmao this is so self indulgent

Enjoy my Brainrot

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘!𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑙…

Who’s breath caught in his throat the first time he saw you.

Who’s face blushed a beautiful crimson when Yami introduced you to him.

Who was apprehensive to show you his magic, and was genuinely shocked when you were awestruck by it.

Who slowly started to fall for you more and more as the days progressed.

Who found himself going out of his way to spend time with you, and followed you everywhere, like a lost puppy.

Who is so obvious about his big fat crush on you.

Who is relentlessly teased by Vanessa and Yami, but ultimately has them rooting for him.

Who went to Magna and Luck for advice, and was actually given some pretty good tips.

Who ensures that he compliments you every time he sees you. Whether you are happy or sad, dressed up or fresh out of bed, Fin finds you absolutely beautiful, and wants you to know.

Who was shocked to discover that he no longer felt the desire to be flirtatious towards others, the action not sitting right with him.

Who loves to sit next to you and nonchalantly drape his arm around your shoulder, or “casually” play with your hand.

Who short circuited the first time that he draped his arm around you, and you leaned into his chest to relax.

Who glared daggers at Magna, when the little shit pointed out the blush dusting his cheeks.

Who adores rubbing your shoulders whenever he stands by you. The stress of being a magic knight is one he knows very well, so it brings him joy to offer you any relief that he can.

Who smiles at the way you react to the massage, simply melting into the touch, and staggering backward onto his chest.

Who gaped at you the first time that you took his hand to help calm him down, sweetly murmuring “it’s okay, I’ve got you” as you gently rubbed your thumb over the base of his own.

Who allows himself to be extremely vulnerable aground you, never hesitating to go to you in times of need.

Who will wordlessly knock on your door, and head straight to your bed. Who stares blankly at the wall, finally allowing his tears to flow, all while you run your fingers through his hair and gently hum his favorite song for him.

Who simply cannot take the thought of another person calling you theirs, and going absolutely bananas over it,

Who tucks his tail between his legs as he goes to Yami, begging for advice to cope with this, or ideas to ask you out.

Who arrived to the base the next day with a huge bouquet of fresh flowers, a dry throat, and a racing heartbeat.

Who looked everywhere but at you as he tries to sputter out a confession.

Who thought his head would explode when you cupped both sides of his face excitedly, and pulled him into a long-awaited kiss.

Who has never blushed harder than when he realized that the Bulls were all watching his scatterbrained self try to spit out a confession.

Who’s stress instantly melted away once you took his hand and smiled at him.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[sematarygirls]

my headcanons of rafe with an s/o that has anxiety (very soft, hates everyone but you rafe)

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firstly, this man is always always ALWAYS worried about you. like, sometimes you swear he has the anxiety not you by how overbearing he is— but of course you love it

he makes you feel so safe and secure.

makes sure that he locks every door, window, anything that leads to the outside to soothe your worries, despite how many times he'd insist that nothing bad would happen to you living in figure 8.

he tries his best to push you to do things out of your comfort zone because he knows it would be good for you, but he never forces you.

whenever you two go out, he does all the talking. he knows how nervous you get speaking to strangers and how embarrassed you get when you stutter talking to a waiter or cashier, so he does it for you.

he knows exactly how to soothe you when you find yourself panicking. he holds your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb, whispering reassuring things into your ear, and reminding you to breathe.

walks slow in public and keeps a firm hold on you. he's always holding your hand or looping his arm around yours or securing his arm around your waist to hold you close because he knows how nervous you get in crowded places, that fear of getting separated always creeping in.

he holds you tight on nights where the stress and worry all pour into your mind at once. he kisses your head, pets your hair, rubs your back, and is just there for you while you cry. he doesn't try to pry anything out of you. he's just there to comfort you and listen whenever you feel ready.

he doesn't mock or condescend your fears, however irrational they may be. and he won't tolerate anyone else doing it. he wouldn't think twice about throwing punches at anyone who made fun of you.

he tries to steer you away from bad habits like skin picking, nail biting, cheek biting— things like that. he's constantly looking up alternatives and ways to break habits because he knows it's not good for you, and he wants you to be safe.

always makes sure he's ready to go anywhere atleast an hour in advance because he knows how stressed you get about being late

his compliments of you are never ending !! seriously, this man is obsessed with how you look— and your charming personality, of course. he knows how insecure you are about how you look, and it just bewilders him because you're the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on.

let's you play with his hands and rings and whatever else you need to fiddle with to destress no matter what he's doing.

drives you absolutely everywhere and anywhere. you are his passenger princess through and through. he won't let you take public transportation, he knows how stressed you'd get, and he knows how worried you are getting behind the wheel of your own car, so he makes sure you know that he's your own personal chauffer. anytime you need him, he will be there.

buys you a promise ring as a symbol of his commitment to you. whenever you get into one of your anxious or depressed moods where you've convinced yourself that he doesn't actually like you and that you're a burden, he grabs your hand and makes you look at the ring, telling you that there's no one else he'd rather be with and that you're the light of his life. he promises to love you until he takes his last breath.

[vampyrsm]

i make up the sukuna rules and i say he likes when his women have more meat for him to bite and grab and bruise and