Peak Romance!! - Tumblr Posts
im not religious by any means, or very into country music, but FUCK if my love isnt like a zach bryan song im not sure that i want it
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Gf will only have sex with me if we toss each other around the room and have a roleplay anime battle where one of us gets pinned. It's very tiresome but very hot. Does anyone have any new super moves i can use because my holy crescent sword beam is getting stale and she's learning to dodge my attacks. Every time she wins she just smirks and monologs and then we don't have sex. I'm open to any ideas for new strategies or weapons
I want to peel you like a potato and mash your insides. WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS | 4.01 “Reunited”
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Nina and Montparnasse gifting daggers to each other is peak romance.
not! enough! arobreaking content!
some people talk about acebreaking, but nothing for dumb "aromantic" sluts like myself!
like obviously i never in a million years WANT a relationship even CLOSE to romantic, but...
imagining a guy i trust who starts doing grand romantic gestures for me. he knows they make me uncomfortable but i have no choice but to play along - maybe he keeps a remote vibe in me, or edges me for a long time to keep me compliant. or maybe he just guilts me into playing along, knowing i'm too much of a pushover to cut him off.
cuddles me to sleep, plays with my hair, sends me little love letters... all the while i hate it, it's wrong, but i can't escape. he doesn't let me out of his sight.
and then when he fucks me, he forces me to tell him i love him. forces me to say the most sappy, gushing, romantic stuff just to be able to cum. forces me to send HIM love letters with perfume and hearts and get him bouquets of flowers.
and eventually... he proposes to me. in public, of course - so i have no choice but to accept. and i become his wife.
...can i really still call myself "aromantic" at that point? with a husband i so clearly adore?
rainy season in liyue always bring sudden showers – the rain falls down fast and cold, quickly drenching fools who’d dared be outside when it came. fools like me, you think, me and him. you glance from your side of the tiny cave at the yaksha who’d decided to accompany you on your herb gathering, only to find him already looking at you.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, and in lieu of a reply, xiao approaches you.
his thumb presses against the corner of you lip, stopping a random raindrop in its path; his fingers touch the column of your neck. you hold you breath, lips parted as you process the intense stare xiao fixes you – your eyes, then your lips. for a split second he looks unsure, but then his thumb moves, sliding across your wet skin slowly from one corner to another, brushing against the outline of your lower lip.
you shiver, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. xiao steps closer to you, body radiating warmth despite being just as soaked as you; his thumb presses down on your lower lip, then gently drags it down until it escapes his graps, leaving tingles in its wake. you exhale sharply and xiao comes even closer, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, breath ghosting your lips. he stays, immovable, hovering, and you don’t dare open your eyes, you don’t dare breathe. it’s almost smothering, his presence, his closeness, and god, please–
you angle your head just a little bit, just enough to bring him closer still. xiao’s sigh fan across your lips; he moves away and disappears.