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🥀𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 - 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞.

🥀𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

🥀𝐁𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. . .

✨𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝✨

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

🥀 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

• 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

• 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

• 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

• 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

🥀 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞 [𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 -𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]

• 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

• 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

• 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

🥀 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞 [Mako x Zolt]

• 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

🥀 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

• 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 [𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭]

🥀 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

• 𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐖

• 𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐖 𝐩𝐭 𝟐

🥀 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚

• 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

• 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐔𝐩 [ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ]

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Sukugo baby: Kojiro

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toji stink man

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More Husband!Nanami snippets? I have few ideas so fill free to request something!

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Once again. There you both sat on the opposite sides in the eerily quiet living room. The sun was setting and it cast the room in a shaded greyish hue. Rain dropped and single streams of water slid down on the glass of the windows. You had another episode. Your mind silently racing with thoughts and the crushing weight of your depression pushing you down. You had tears sliding down your face. They wouldn’t stop and the more they didn’t, the more they choked you. The more you couldn’t breath.

He sat there look at you. Not understanding why you got like this. Trying to find ways to understand the sudden outbursts, or the detachment you constantly threw at him. It was like you hated him and he didn’t know why. You didn’t know why either. Everything he did upset you. Even when he was doing everything right, everything you asked for. You hated yourself for doing it to the both of you. The constant insults and threats of leaving.

It was breaking the both of you apart and none of you knew how to fix it. He pulled you closer. Tears slipping from his eyes. They plead with you. Anything to make you stay.

“W-we can fix this y/n. Please don’t let us go.”

It hurt your heart to hear him beg, but you had no room left to fight for anything. To clouded with depression and overwhelming thoughts.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” You said before slipping from his grasp.

Leaving him standing there, heartbroken. Your child standing behind their sobbing father not understanding that the formation of their home has been broken.

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I had this in my drafts for months. I was going through a lot of Postpartum from my first child (I still haven’t recovered.) Me and my partner got into alot of overwhelming arguments, we almost lost our home, and it’s just been a wild ride and none of it was his fault. We just haven’t been able to spend time together, he works all day and I didn’t have a car so I was stuck in the house pregnant everyday and it didn’t help with my PPD.

I’ve had thoughts of just getting up and leaving everything behind and everyday my mind filled up to the brim with everything wrong in my life and it consumed me. It’s like I had no room for good thoughts and scenarios. Even some that had gotten quite dark.

This post is just a reminder to please check on mothers, new and old. It’s a silent battle that nobody really talks about and how INTENSE it could be.

I’m starting to feel better after having my son and now I have my car back. I’m eating again and I get dressed and show up for myself the best I can. Luckily I have an amazing partner who pushed through for our family and it has allowed me to slightly take a step in healing!

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Fallen angel

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Double cake 🍰

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Not this but you get the picture😭😭

brothers

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Probably SPOILER-y.

Uncle Sukuna. I just can't.

The absolute emotional turmoil I'm living in since yesterday aside, I ADORE this lore drop.

NEW AU! Or an addition to the ones we already have?

Sukuna's younger twin brother and his wife unfortunately pass. Since the twins grew up in a foster care, he reluctantly decides to raise him until he finds him a proper family. And why not add big brother Choso to the pile, who is not even related to Sukuna by blood?

However, his hardcore hustler forever bachelor lifestyle is anything BUT suitable to raise kids. And it's not like he is into the idea, especially when the boys start to grow. He probably has enough money to pay nannies, but they are still part of his life. And it is up to him anyways to teach them how to be a man.

The last thing he needs is finding his fatherly instincts and the desire to settle though...

But it's fine. As long as the boys don't turn out like him.

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Watch I’m not lying 😭

Uncle Sukuna tries to babysit Yuji(I’m really sorry)💀🥀

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I love that my time line is filled with fan art of Dad!Sukuna and Baby!Yuji 😭❤️

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Hi i'm new here! Here is Nanami and Catgojo as my first art post

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uncle sukuna (38?)

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Clearly I’m not the only anon with love for the Viking!Soap and Price!!! Love all your little fics 🤍 Brainrotting on the thought of cockwarming one of them during like a clan meeting or whatever (I have no idea how viking meetings work, I just picture giant men in kilts sitting around a stone table or something 😂)

you’re so real for this because yes please chief!price use me as a fleshlight during important business 👉👈

he has to admit, he does like having a pretty little thinghat he can call into the meeting so he can tell her to strip her clothes off and keep his cock warm

has you straddling his lap, chest to chest whilst his thick, meaty cock is stuffed inside your drooling pussy. keeps one hand planted firmly on your ass and uses the other as a place to rest his head as he carries on listening to the meeting as if he’s bored

it’s a win-win situation for you both, you get to snuggle up to your mean, brute husband and in exchange, he’ll get to fuck you silly after the meeting <3

it’s a pure dominance thing, looking straight into the eyes of his warriors as if he doesn’t have his wife on his lap, soaking his cock. as if they can’t hear the slick sound of your pussy every time he adjusts his hips under you. no one would dare say a word to him

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okay hear me out please, chief price ends up falling in love with reader and becomes possessive of her in a toxic way of course!

he realises he’s in love with you and would destroy anyone who tried to hurt you when he came home to find you had given birth to your first child :(

you had been in labour for days whilst he was travelling back from a long journey, giving birth alone with the help of the clan midwives. he finally drags himself home around 1AM, finding you curled up in bed. you look positively exhausted but all you can do is stay awake to watch your newborn sleep in your arms

he’d been very reserved so far throughout your marriage so far, only using you to fuck and breed. a means of convenience. but once he saw you, nestled in his bed and holding his son, he knew it was over for him

the way you look up at him, a mixture of surprise and nervousness teaming up in your eyes. holding out your son for him to meet, so desperately wanting his approval for once :( he drags one rough, scarred finger over the soft skin of his sons face. he lets out a grunt that you actually think sounds quite fond

you don’t take your eyes off of him as he turns to you, placing one big hand on the back of your head and leaning down to place a kiss to the crown of your head. you freeze, not used to this from him whatsoever, he gives you sloppy, rough kisses when he fucks you but this… this is something different entirely

he’d let his lips linger for a couple of seconds before pulling away, stalking away to take a bath to wash off the stink of his journey

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Reader offering her body to viking!simon as an appreciation present for protecting her xx

yes yes absolutely yes everything about this is beautiful

c/w: pillaging, death, murder, blood, loss of virginity, p-in-v sex, you and simon have no game, simon is a blunt dickhead

perhaps the village gets raided in the middle of the night :( rival clan tearing through your lovely town and pillaging it. your husband is immediately storming out of bed, throwing on his armor and grabbing his axe. he’s silent when he picks you up, slings you over his shoulder and throws you into the wardrobe,

“stay.” he commands and you respond with a quick nod of your head, looking up at him with frightened eyes until he slams the doors closed

you’re there for a good hour until you hear movement in your home. you think for a moment it might be simon but you soon hear the sounds of wood splintering and crashing as this invader trashes your home

you keep a hand over your mouth, praying whoever this is decides not to check your hiding place. that was wishful thinking, you realise once the wardrobe door is ripped open and you’re met with the cold eyes of a rival warrior who wastes no time snatching you up and throwing you to the ground, desperate screams immediately leaving your throat

you pray that someone hears you but you’re not hopeful when all you can hear through the closed windows is the muffled sounds of screams, cries and burning buildings

you pick up whatever your trembling hands can reach and throw them at the warrior as you crawl back. but everything just seems to be bouncing off of him, causing no damage whatsoever

you close your eyes when you watch him raise his weapon, ready to bring it down on you. tears slip down your cheeks and you flinch, preparing for your short lived life to be over in such a brutal manner

but no such blow comes, instead you just hear the sounds of gargling. when you open your eyes, you see the soldier on his knees in front of you, your husbands axe hanging from the side of his neck as he chokes to death on his own blood

simon is stood above him, chest heaving and rage clouding his vision as he pulls the axe out, swinging it into the man’s neck one more time for good measure

he looks at you, the storm disappearing from his expression once he sees you trembling on the floor below him, frightened out of your mind. with one arm, he effortlessly scoops you up, holding you against him. with his other hand he retrieves his axe from the corpse at his feet

he carries you out of your destroyed home, not saying a word when you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle

“thank you…” you mumble, the delicate brush of your lips tickling his skin, filling him with a warm feeling that he’ll deny ever existed

he grunts in response, hoisting you up when you start to slip in his grip. he doesn’t speak much, is the first thing you figured out about him on your wedding night

you shield your eyes from the bloodshed and horror that now bestows your village, people of your clan lay dead in the once safe streets. simon says nothing as he carries you away from it all,

“is it over?” you ask, taking your face from his neck to look at him. he gives you a firm nod of his head. you don’t say anything about the dried blood he’s coated in, nor the fact that you can feel it staining your nightgown

after a while he carries you to a secluded part of the village, with survivors gathered around and setting up tents. being the second-in-command to the chief was clearly a perk as you and simon had been set up in a small, cozy cabin

“draw me a bath.” his rough voice cuts through the silence, shrugging off his armor and stripping down until he was bare in front of you. it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks whenever he causally exposed his naked body to you

he hadn’t bedded you once since you had been married, you had shared once chaste kiss at your wedding ceremony and since then he had barely touched you. he didn’t seem particularly interested in having you perform traditional wifely duties, he never rejected it when you offered to bathe him after a long day or when you had dinner presented on the table for him

you both just kind of exist around each other. it hadn’t really dawned on you that he’s never even called you by your name, only speaking to you in blunt sentences

“oi. did you hear me?” he says, stopping to turn to you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. you shake yourself from your thoughts and nod your head, scrambling over to the fire to begin boiling the water for his bath

he carries the heavy pots of boiling water for you, snatching them from your hands when he sees you nearly burn yourself. once his bath was finished, he climbed into the steaming water

you watch him from the bed, chewing on your lip and playing with your fingers as he scrubs his skin with the soap. his back is to you as your map out the scars littering the rippled muscle

you feel indebted to him. whilst he wasn’t the nicest man, he certainly wasn’t the cruelest. he was good to you in a strange way. he never forced himself on you, even on your wedding night. he had never uttered words with intent to hurt your feelings

you stand from your place on the bed and nervously stumble over to the tub, kneeling beside him. he doesn’t look at you when you take a cloth and begin cleaning his back

he lets his hands fall into the water, leaning forward ever so slightly. you notice how his eyes fall shut. he’s probably exhausted, you think to yourself

“would you like me to brush your hair, husband? I… I can-“ you question, looking at him as you run the soap through his hair and making an effort to detangle the mop on his head

“do what you want.” he grunts, shrugging his broad shoulders and dropping them down with enough weight to make the water splash

you nod your head even though he can’t see you. after a few minutes of, quite frankly, uncomfortable silence, you place the soap down as a silent signal that you were finished

he stands to all his glory, 6’4 with water dripping down from his hair all the way down his thigh defined thighs and back into the water. you immediately avert your eyes when you drag your eyes down to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs and pass him a towel

you gather a comb and place a pillow on the floor between your legs. still not bothering to get dressed, he just drops his tired body down leaving you no option but to spread your legs to accommodate his large frame

you spend a good 30 minutes trying to get the comb through his shaggy dirty blond hair but you eventually manage to tame it into a clean and detangled state. you use a tie from your wrist to tie it up into a messy bun so it will stay out of his face

“I-I’m finished…” you say, placing your hands on your lap to prevent yourself from reaching out and tracing the tattoos on his shoulder blades. as you expected, he just gives you a grunt, his way of saying thank you

you stand from the bed, watching as he moves around the room with his back to you

“simon?” you call out with hesitation, “would you… would you like to come to bed… with me?”

he turns to look at you, his brow furrowed with confusion, “I am… I’ll be there in a minute.”

you shake your head, taking your hand up to untie the front of your nightgown, “no… I mean… would you like to be intimate with me?”

you’re certain that your face must be bright red with embarrassment, but you power through as you slip your gown off. you’re stood naked in front of him, shifting on your feet as he stares you down with an unreadable expression

he shifts his whole body to you now, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down

“say something, please.” you squeak out, your hands coming up to poorly cover your breasts. he lets out a small laugh in response and you think you’ve completely humiliated yourself

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks bluntly, taking one hand down to lightly fondle his flaccid cock. you nod your head eagerly, biting your lip

“you ever done tha’ before?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. he’s quite enjoying this newfound confidence, if you can even call it that. you shake your head, fiddling with your fingers

“it’s gonna hurt.” he warns, raising his eyebrows and scanning your face for any form of hesitation

“will it feel good eventually?” you ask, a small glimmer of hope spreading in your eyes when you realise he’s actually considering your request. you expected him to shoot you down with a laugh

“maybe.” he shrugs, “you still want me to fuck you, little one?”

his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock now, stroking it until it was fully erect. you can’t take your eyes off it, not even to see the cocky smirk across his face

“yes.” you whisper out, “please.”

he cocks his head to the side, “get on the bed. spread your legs.”

you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back and folding your hands across your stomach. you chew on your lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can’t bear to look at him as you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your most intimate area

“want me to lick your cunt first?”

his words make your pussy ache. his blunt tone would be horrifying on anyone else but you know him now. it’s just who he is. it’s so amazingly him. the question is followed by the sound of spitting and the slick sounds of him stroking his cock

“I- yes- I just- I’m not sure i’ll like it.” you admit, sheepishly. you glance down when you feel the bed shift and his big hands wrap around your thighs. you see him knelt between your legs, lips inches away from your aching pussy

he grunts, and with no warning, he closes the gap and runs his tongue from your opening then all the way up to your clit. he wraps his lips around the bud, giving a harsh suck

you throw your head back, letting out a stuttered moan. your hands shift from their place to his hair, tugging on it and loosening a few strands which fall around his face

he spends a good bit of time trialling things out, learning what you like based on how much you yanked at his hair or bucked your hips

he slips a finger in your entrance once he’s sure you’re wet enough, groaning at the way your legs slam around his head. the feeling of your thighs clenching around his face makes his cock twitch against the mattress

your cunt takes his fingers greedily, sucking around his thick digits when he slips another one in. your hips buck up at his mouth when he flicks his tongue around your clit

you feel a tightening in your stomach after a fuck minutes of his fingers fucking in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch you wider for him. he waits until he can feel you right on edge and he hears your moans pick up to pull his fingers out

you let out a whine at the lack of contact, handing right on edge of your ruined orgasm

“quite yer whinin’. you can cum around my cock instead.” he groans, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your weeping pussy

he places one hand on the underside of your thigh and pushes it up as he pushes in slowly. you let out a gasp and grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin. he doesn’t stop, only slows his pace

“nearly there…” he groans just before he bottoms out, his pubic bone pressed against your clit. he grinds his hips slowly to help you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full

“do that again…” you whine out, arching your back for him. he grinds his hips a few more times, waiting until there’s no resistance from you before actually beginning to fuck his cock in and out of you

you slam your hand over your mouth when you feel the tip of his cock brush against this spongy spot inside of your cunt

he shifts his position, moving so he’s kneeling on the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you so your ass rests on his thighs

he wraps a hand around his cock, gliding the tip through your folds one time before slipping back inside you. he uses his grip on your hips as leverage to fuck into you faster than before

the room is filled with a mixture of your moans and his grunts along with the sound of his balls slapping your ass

your hands move to rest on his shoulders to keep you straight as he rams his cock into your cunt. that familiar tight feeling creeps up on you soon again. you tap his shoulder lightly

“si- simon… ‘m gonna- fuck-“ you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows

“me too, little one. come on… cum around your husbands cock…” he grunts, leaning forward to put you in a mating press. his permission was all you needed to let go, your cunt pulsing around his cock erratically

he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling his cock and out, desperately jerking it a few times before he paints his load all over your tummy. he rubs the tip against your clit to milk your orgasm, the final remnants of his cum dribbling out onto your pussy

he doesn’t enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm very long before he’s standing up and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. he blows out the candles that light up your bedroom before wrapping you both up in blankets and furs

he lays on his back, tucking you under his arm so you can rest your head on his shoulder. you lay away from him, wrapping your arms around his bicep and pressing your face into the muscle

in tune with his usual character, he doesn’t say a word to you but this is progress, you think. a soft smile gracing your lips as you drift off into a peaceful slumber

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Can we see a chubby!reader who maybe doesn't know that Feitan is part of the phantom troupe, so she doesn't think Feitan can carry her but then he proves her wrong (maybe with a little bit of angst because she's self conscious, and then comfort because Feitan loves that there's more of her)

Idk if that made sense

Perfect

Feitan x Chubby!Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: another short one… but I like it!! Join my server !!

warnings: insecure reader, a bit of internalized misogyny

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You had been dating Feitan for nearly a year now, and you still knew so little about him. His whereabouts while he was out of town were a mystery to you, and you had no idea what he did for work. All you did know was that he didn’t have a normal job.

When you jokingly asked him if he was in the mafia, he scoffed. “Mafia bunch of puss- wimps. Not part of it, not by long shot.”

You were a little perturbed by his answer, but couldn’t help laughing at the way he censored himself for your sake. He seemed to see you as some kind of delicate princess, closer to a porcelain doll than human. Feitan was always extremely gentle when touching you, his hands almost hesitant when making contact with your skin.

This was something you didn’t understand. Throughout your life, people viewed you as bigger, tougher, when in reality you were quite easily hurt, both physically and mentally. The topic of your weight had been a sore subject…

But your Fei wasn’t really good with reading social cues.

“Eat good. Here, for big girl.”

You stared at your boyfriend as he used his chopsticks to drop an extra egg roll on your plate. In your mind, you know he meant nothing by it. He was friends with larger people like Uvogin who ate tons to keep up his strength and figure.

But your heart felt hurt. You pushed your plate away and huffed. “Hmph.”

He was bad about assuming things, even if you knew it Feitan wasn’t being malicious, it still hurt your feelings when he assumed random things because of your body type.

But what you didn’t know, was that Feitan wasn’t assuming anything. You were his girlfriend, he had to provide for you and make sure you ate well. In meteor city, having meat on your bones usually meant you were well taken care of, and all he wanted to do was make sure you ate.

Feitan, though… he wasn’t good at communicating that. Or communicating at all, really, so he just stared as you pushed away the food. He scoffed, slightly offended that you turned down his offer.

“Why huff? Being brat.”

You sniffled, standing up and storming off. Feitan wouldn’t let this slide, he hated seeing you upset.

The dark haired man caught your wrist, squeezing with just enough force to catch your attention. “Why act like this? Made you mad?”

You pouted, puffing out your chubby cheeks. “Mmph… it’s embarrassing. You’re thin and I’m not… aren’t girls supposed to be dainty and small? Isn’t that what you would prefer, someone you could easily pick up?”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, not daring to look back at your lover.

But you didn’t have to look, because he turned you around and began lifting you with ease. Once you were in the air, he held onto your ass, squeezing softly. You squeaked and immediately wrapped your plump thighs around his waist for support, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“See? Easy. My little bunny.”

He held you in his arms, not straining or struggling in the slightest. It was like you weighed nothing at all to him and it was… relieving.

“Can’t understand? You… are mine.”

He huffed, sitting down with you in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. “We clear?”

You snuggled him, burying your teary face into his neck. “Yeah…”

Feitan tried to be a bit more sensitive with you after that, and made it a point to carry you around and show you off to his friends. It was a little embarrassing… but you felt loved and beautiful.

And that was all you needed.