ྐ❤︎ corded, and wildly visible, veins on your f/o’s forearms that you cannot stop ogling. doesn’t matter if they’re kneading dough or cracking their knuckles or writing pen to paper—you are incapable of tearing your sultry gaze away from the drooling sight. and don’t think they don’t notice it, too. the slight dilation of your pupils and parting of your lips are the dead giveaway that you’re imagining those hands manhandling you like some toy. don’t be surprised when they take matters into their own hands and sate that desire of yours

　ྐ❤︎ gentle aftercare after you’ve been thoroughly used and turned inside out. tender soft kisses as you come back down from that mind-numbing high, and a cool, damp washcloth between your sticky thighs—nothing quite as romantic as this. their hands, rough and calloused, performing an act of love against your supple skin

　ྐ❤︎ your f/o who understands what you’re feeling without a word. tough day at work? they’ve got your favorite snacks prepped and a bath running before you even realize you’re crashing. hormones running amok? gentle words of affirmation and a nice foot massage. and hey, you’re there for them, too, when shit gets real. there’s nothing more comforting than finding home with that person.

　ྐ❤︎ your f/o as the most chivalrous knight in all of the kingdoms—sworn to protect you until their dying breath and not once failing to follow through. but on nights when they’re outside your door, and your desperate hand is between your sticky thighs, they can’t help but feel tempted to splinter their oath to enjoy a taste of your softness when you breathlessly call out their name

　ྐ❤︎ late night kissing with your f/o. your movements pull like raw honey, and you’re pouring it all over them. wine-stained glasses and dinner long left unattended because you’ve just missed each other oh so much. both too lazy to do anything more so you’re just drowning and smothering like weighted blankets on the couch

　ྐ❤︎ your f/o who gets a little weak in the knees when you say their name, thinking about kissing you breathless to feel that same voice waver and rattle in their lungs

　ྐ❤︎ the first time your f/o sees you without makeup—bare face, hair still a little damp from a fresh wash, and an unconventional set of pajamas on—you’re trying to live down the humiliation while they’ve got stars in their eyes, heart slamming against their rib cage until it’s got your name printed on it

　ྐ❤︎ seven minutes in heaven with your f/o but in an insanely cramped space. your f/o is trying to be respectful but damn, there’s only so much you can do with two inches of proximity between the two of you. bulky arms caging you against the wall, their breath ghosting over your scalp, and your heartbeat pounding in your ear. your f/o asks you if you’re alright, but words fail to form and you’re jelly until the seven minutes are up.

　ྐ❤︎ evil boyfriend silently contemplating all the things he’s going to do to you, his sweetheart girl, from across the room and finding pride in knowing you have minimal perception of what goes on in his perverted mind