love when fictional men are so devoted to their partner it makes them dangerous and insane. very slutty behavior keep it up king

your f/o subconsciously stroking his finger over the last place you gave him a kiss

guy who sees you trudging around the house in the morning, just in your cotton panties, and immediately has the urge to drag you right back into bed with him so he can kiss you all over

F/o who knows exactly how intensely they look at you during sex and how much it makes you squirm, but who also redirects your gaze with a firm hand on your chin and an “eyes on me” when you get shy and try to look away 🫣

someone yanking you out of danger but in doing that they only bring you closer to themselves, pressed right up against their chest so that when you turn to face them— your lips are so close to touching it causes you both to freeze 🫪

waking up pinned beneath a softly snoring heavy man who you don’t want to risk waking by moving because he just looks so peaceful and beautiful with his arm thrown over you and his head buried in the crook of your shoulder

when you can trace back to the exact moment you fell in love with them. like a finger on a map, marking the exact spot your life split in before and after them. not in a grand gesture but in the quiet; in calloused fingers woven between yours, in a gaze that sees you in a way that’s almost terrifying, in a pretty mouth that pushes your name around like candy. you return to this moment like something holy, an altar of every fragment of your life that led you there; and when you sink to your knees it’s not to pray, but to rest your weary head on their lap as you bask in a lesson of hunger and devotion.

what if we were walking through a botanical garden and it started to drizzle so we ran into a greenhouse and while we were standing there surrounded by ferns and the smell of rain you took my hand and kissed my knuckles?