Call Me Old-fashioned, But I Believe In Pulling Out Chairs, Carrying Your Bags, And Kissing You Like

this song is so butchxfemme coded it's crazy

i need a lover to give this song to so badly

lately i’ve just been yearning for something more.

i want a partner, someone to come home to and just exist with. waking up to the prettiest girl in the world, holding her, kissing her body, soft spoken words to gently wake her. morning snuggles with kisses exchanged, content sighs, groans of refusal to get out of bed and face the day. tempting her to get out of bed by promising a shower with more kisses to perk her up.

hot droplets of water running down our skin as we can’t stop touching each other, our mouths obsessed with each others as we waste a ton of water, our attention only on each other. soft touches, maybe helping each other get clean. holding her close, smiling into her skin as i kiss her shoulders, lathering up the soap on her body.

clad only in an old band t shirt of mine and boyshorts, she reads the news on her phone as i make her breakfast, serving it up on her plate with a kiss on her temple. she hums contentedly and tells me she loves me as she watches me take a sip of my orange juice before i toss a wink her way, followed by a smile that is reserved only for her. we exchange nonsense conversation over food, unable to stop touching each other. my fingertips brushing over her bare knee, her hand on my forearm tracing my tattoos, our fingers intertwined as our dog begs for scraps. she smiles at me with an eye-roll, turning her attention to him and talking to him as if he were a baby. i smile at her, feeling my love for her consume me even more than it has every day since i met her.

as i work, she sends me a mixture of texts, ranging from sweet to flirty to supportive. i drive home at the end of the day, exhausted and wanting nothing more to relax. i put my keys in my door and am greeted with the sight of my wife just existing in our living room. watching some trashy reality show, she turns at the sound of footsteps, standing up to greet me. her arms around me, her lips on mine, her perfume comforting me as i feel so warm inside. dinner is in the oven, i am being held by my favourite person and all is well.

settling down after food, deciding to snuggle in bed. she picks what we watch. a rom-com. i always hated rom-coms. till i met her. till i knew love was real. till i knew it was possible to be so consumed by a person you felt as though you would combust. pulling her closer, i kiss her shoulder, tell her i love her. tell her how much i live for the mundane days. that this is all i want. she is all i want.

idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that

I'm sorry I did something weird if it makes you feel better I torment myself and consider suicide about it every day

"I don't wanna bother you"

Have you considered that this is how your presence feels?

i wanna make out with someone who also wears glasses so that our glasses can keep keep bumping together, and we're giggling and laughing over it but also way too deep in the moment to pull away so we're just pressing all these mindless kisses to each other as both of us trying to resist the other when pulling back to take off our glasses like AHHHHH especially if we're all over each other like pulling each other in by our clothes, my arms around their shoulders, theirs holding onto my waist and keeping me pressed in so that i can't move away. moaning in between laughs and snorts, playfully nipping at each other's lips and swirling our tongues together and and

this is about lesbians! ♡ cishet men + minors dni

please