#soft sunday

[vs-redemption]

Spending weekends with Keigo is always fun because his excitement is contagious and he gets excited about even the simplest of things.

Kisses!!! Breakfast!!! Cuddles!!! A new episode!!! He's just a very optimistic and positive person which makes it lovely to be around him.

He makes life feel more fulfilling by finding joy in the little things and sharing that joy with you.

Keigo is very observant and he's a people pleaser. He especially likes to please the person he loves so he's always coming home with small gifts for you that are personal and meaningful.

He is addicted to intimacy and not just sexy stuff. It makes his heart race just thinking about being close to you and doing things with you like napping, showering, getting ready in the morning, etc.

Taking care of people is what he's used to and it's something he enjoys doing. If you surprise him sometimes by reversing the roles though, he's going to melt.

He loves getting massages, laying on your chest while you play with his hair, or eating a meal you made just for him. He will never ask for these things, but he is so incredibly grateful when you do them.

In nearly every circumstance, Keigo prefers to fly. But when he's with you, that's one of the only times he wants to take it slow.

He loves going on morning or evening walks with you and just holding your hand while chatting and people watching.

#soft sunday #Keigo Takami #Hawks #BNHA #MHA #Keigo Takami x Reader #Hawks x Reader #MHA x Reader #BNHA x Reader #Keigo Takami Headcanons #Hawks Headcanons #MHA Headcanons #Bnha headcanons

[heythere-mel]

Little details. ✨

#soft sunday #I don’t know what this set is but I like it #pedro pascal

[anna-hawk]

Soft Sunday with Frank Castle

Here is a soft Frank poll for the end of the week. I'm sure all of us need something like that. As always, you'll find your answer under the cut. Don't cheat and peek before you vote 😉. All answers are SFW.

If you want a spicy version, lemme know.

🍦 Frank wraps you into his arms and holds you close for as long as you need.

🍰 Frank kisses your forehead.

🍬 Frank cooks/bakes your favorite meal/snack.

🍫 Frank kisses you gently until you stop thinking about anything else but him.

🍿 Frank draws you a bath and sits with you while stroking your hair.

🍩 Frank lies with you in bed, just staying close, and lets you talk if you need to.

🍪 Frank softly talks to you while you both lie on the couch until you fall asleep next to him.

🧁 Frank brings his dog with him and both help to make you smile.

🥧 Frank gives you a long massage.

🍭 Frank puts on your favorite movie/show and bundles you up next to him as you watch.

#it's shitpost time #poll #jon bernthal #frank castle #soft sunday

[readyforthegarden]

Kait, I cannot help but indulge in the soft thoughts this lovely Sunday!!!

So, parallel to my bed is my dresser, and above my dresser is my giant corkboard that I have a bunch of things pinned up to, but I just realized that there's literally nothing on the top 1/3 of it because I can't reach it (for reference I'm 5'4 and my corkboard almost touches the ceiling)😂😂😂

But I'm imagining bringing Danny home for the first time and giving him the grand tour of my bedroom and him pointing to the board and quirking an eyebrow with a smirk on his face, "Short stuff can't reach the top" and then I realize that the board is, in fact, very bottom-heavy. But Danny just chuckles and flashes that lopsided grin and offers to pin a couple things up top for me. Maybe he sneaks a little post-it love note up there for me to find later. Once he's a frequent visitor of said bedroom, he absolutely makes it a habit to sneak post-it love notes up on the board every time he comes over🥹

more danny!!!!

ugh he's gonna sneak post-its and little drawings he does, like little stick figures of you two, his stick figure handing yours flowers, smoochies with hearts between them, the works!

sometimes he takes one of your necklaces and puts it up there, and waits for you to notice so he can play hero.

"Oh no, how did that get all the way up there?" he's grin as he reached for it, pretending it's just out of his grasp. he also does that bc he knows his shirt is riding up and you love to see that happy trail of his and the v of his hips peeking out from his jeans. he'd grab it for you and have you turn and lift your hair so he could clasp it around your neck for you, kissing the top of your head before turning you around and kissing you after complimenting the necklace on you.

#my asks #allieisacrybaby #soft gvf thoughts #soft sunday #danny wagner #greta van fleet

[kaysayshey]

❝ do i got you way too open to be open? ❞ [7:10 pm]

gaining the attention of the master diluc ragnvindr wasn't something you had actively attempted. rather, you found yourself running into him on an almost weekly basis. how many times he heard that squeal of "my apologies, master diluc!" for some reason, the honorific sounded overtly formal when you spoke it - hence why he asked you to do away with it.

getting him to trust you felt like it took ages. at first he was guarded, keeping you at an arm's length at all times. that was on a good day. yet despite his now admittedly halfhearted attempts to push you away, you managed to worm your way into his good graces, earning you some of the softest and sweetest smiles you thought you'd ever seen. when his cheeks tinged pink and you cooed over how absolutely perfect he was, you found yourself on the receiving end of his quick tongue, rebukes only serving to make you giggle more.

"i believe you are mistaken. i'm not cute."

"oh, my apologies. would you prefer dashing? handsome? which adjective do you think best suits you?" you countered. archons, the way he flustered was enough to send your heart to palpitations. all rosy and indignant and absolutely dear.

and when he huffed out your name followed by an almost whined 'please,' you were alight with laughter, much to his dismay. diluc crossed the distance between you two, forever grateful for the privacy of his office, and all but dragged you into his arms.

"one day, darling, can't i have one day without your teasing?" despite his words, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you.

you hummed lightly, reaching a hand up to run through his soft locks. "perhaps i do owe you that much." the words were lilting and playful, and you didn't miss how he moved into you more, arms tightening around your waist. his touch was almost unbearably warm, yet you found yourself relaxing even further into his hold.

"i missed you this morning," he began, hands lifting, trailing up and down your spine as thought mapping out every curve and plane of your body. as though he was unfamiliar with it.

"oh? just this morning?"

he breathed out the heaviest sigh against your neck, so warm and fast that it made you chortle in a fit of laughter.

"please don't make me say it," he huffed, far too indignant for such a usually well put-together gentleman. surely you would spare him from vocalizing his affections just this once?

when you hummed in acceptance and leaned against him, his lips curled up into a smile against your neck, his quiet 'thank you' the only sound in the quiet study. you basked in the comfort of his hold, saving the rest of your quick-witted responses for another day.

an: written as the first part of a series of drabbles inspired by kehlani's album, "it was good until it wasn't." it's a fantastic album, and it has sparked a lot of creativity in me. i'd also love to tag my darling cindy, @vs-redemption, for her lovely soft sunday. may our favorite husbando bring us joy! reblogs are much appreciated.

#diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin impact diluc #soft sunday #kay n pals #genshin impact drabbles #genshin diluc

[regnantlight]

Soft Sunday Thoughts

Zelda has small hands that are often engulfed when held

Will curl into her partner as the big spoon like a tiny but mighty shield

Often holds her partners cheek and gently strokes them with her thumb while kissing them

If you have a child together, you can find her up with your baby every night, without complaint, softly humming and rocking and feeding them back to sleep. Sometimes she lingers just to enjoy holding them.

On that same note, she’ll likely curl into your arms with a quietly breaking heart when they leave the nest. “I don’t want them to go…”

She often goes to bed late, but she’ll always kiss her sleeping partner on the shoulder before snuggling up for sleep

#soft Sunday #character musing #baby cw

[kylo-wrecked]

Is your muse very emotionally intimate? (any verse)

The short answer is no. The long-ish one... unless there's a pre-established connection* between our muses or your muse has a profound, almost mythical soothing effect on him… not really.

Does he want to be seen, known, and understood by someone else? So badly. At the same time, emotional intimacy is one of this man’s greatest fears, and in some verses, he’s talked himself out of building emotional intimacy; he thinks he doesn’t want to. In some verses, he doesn’t need to depend on emotional intimacy or he can just kind of pick up the nuances without attaching himself to the details (e.g. Dark!Ren). In most, he comes across as rather deflective, defensive, deprecating, or distracted. And he is all those things because emotion bleeds off him. Mun believes this is a byproduct of his failure to initiate, the age-old tale of: 

‘You want so much to be secure that the idea of trying not to secure yourself has become a game, a big joke, and a way of securing yourself. You are so concerned about watching yourself watching yourself watching, and watching yourself watching yourself watching. It goes on and on and on. [It is quite a common phenomenon (<- Modern!Ben, for instance, is not a special case)]’. 

*by divine intervention on part of mun... so... if anyone at all wants to pre-establish a platonic or flirty or romantic or hate ship sometime…

Edit: I’m talking about romantic/friendships mostly. If they’re family, the bond is implied… unless we decide the fam ship is also a hate ship.

#corrinebaileyrp #headcanons #soft sunday #sunday funday

[wildbluesorbit]

I- dan- i think- the- it’s so smol-

*eye twitch*

I want- too tiny- I can’t- can I-

*short circuits*

#i want to hold #smol baby #tiny danny #fighting off the nastiest case of cute aggression #soft sunday #danny wagner #greta van fleet #gvf

[vs-redemption]

He's very reluctant to let you up and locks his arm around you to keep you close for a couple more minutes of cuddling.

When he finally lets you up, he stays in bed a moment because he likes watching you pick out your clothes and get dressed.

He likes spending the morning in the kitchen together, finding excuses to touch you by putting a hand on your lower back as he moves past you or holding your hips and looking over your shoulder.

He tries to set a chill mood by playing some upbeat oldies on the bluetooth speaker you keep on the counter.

He usually makes you both smoothies for breakfast but on Sunday's he cooks a full breakfast. Whatever you like.

He likes to get chores done early on Sunday's so he will throw in the laundry and go grocery shopping for the week after breakfast. You can go with him if you want but he understands if you wanna cozy up on the couch or take a nap while he's out.

After that he's yours the rest of the day. He's always down to stay in with you and relax. But if you wanna go out, he likes that too.

He insists on driving and carrying any heavy bags.

He is silly and protective and grumbles about you zipping up your coat and putting on gloves in the fall and winter.

#soft sunday #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[bottomhaztoplou]

Tabby's Writing Game: Day 28

Soft Sunday!!

I bring you more witchrry. Mostly because I didn't know what else to post. Hope you like it!

On the morning of the nineteenth, Louis woke early, even earlier than Harry for once, an odd feeling filling his chest cavity. He stayed in bed, wrapped around his partner’s warm, sleep-soft body for a few moments, but he kept feeling odd, like he was being… pulled, somehow.  He kissed the back of Harry’s curly head as he departed their bed, tucking the duvet around Harry’s clothesless form so they stayed warm without him. He hurriedly got himself dressed, too, shivering a bit. The temperature was colder today.  As he made his morning cuppa, he jumped at a plaintive meowing, faint as it was outside and he was in. Without bothering to dress for the weather, Louis hurried to the door, hoping it was the Interesting Kitten.  And it was. They sauntered right in, twining around his legs and purring loud enough to feel. “Hi, love,” Louis cooed, crouching down to pet them. “It’s good to see you. I’m glad you came in.” The kitten bumped their frigid little nose against his hand. “Sure is cold, isn’t it?” “Meow,” answered the kitten.  “My Harry and I don’t have any cat food anymore, but we do have some tuna somewhere. Would you like some of that, love?” The kitten meowed at him again, eyes bright. “Come along, then,” Louis said with a smile. He went back to the kitchen and found a can of tuna, scooping out half of the can onto a small white plate with a golden rim and small golden decorations on the outer portion. Harry collected a lot of pretty mismatched dishware, this white and gold one just one of many.

They settled at the island together, Louis with his tea and current book and the Interesting Kitten with their tuna, which they lapped up happily. By the time Harry rolled out of bed an hour or so later, looking adorably sleep rumpled, the kitten had curled up into a loaf beside Louis’ cup, half-full of now-lukewarm tea. Their tail wrapped around the ceramic and the tea inside the cup vibrated slightly with the kitten’s purrs. “Good morning, darling,” Louis greeted them as soon as they entered the room, but he quickly noticed that their gaze was caught on the kitten before they met his eyes.  “Good morning, Lou. Where did she come from?” Harry nodded toward the kitten.  Louis’ brows raised. He hadn’t known the kitten was a she. He scratched behind her grey ear. “When you got irritated the other day and wanted me out of the house to clean, I went to the cafe and she ended up following me home that evening. Same thing the next day. She’s been hanging around here the last few days, too, but she decided to come in today. I was kind of hoping I could give her to you for the Solstice? You’ve never really mentioned if gift-giving is a thing for Witches on the Solstice like it is for Christmas, but she seems sweet and it would be nice to have a cat around again, you know?” he rambled, gesturing occasionally with his book-filled hand. However, Harry barely seemed to hear him, having caught the gaze of the Interesting Kitten, their green meeting her yellow-gold. Louis watched as they stared at each other in silence for a whole moment after he’d shut up, both eerily still, that is, until the kitten un-loafed and elegantly strode across the island, from Louis’ end to the end Harry was standing near. She sat primly at the end, curling her white-tipped tail over her bicoloured paws, waiting patiently for something Louis didn’t understand. “Astraea,” Harry whispered after another moment, almost gasping. At that, the kitten leapt into their arms, walking across their shoulders and settling atop them like a cat-shaped scarf. She nuzzled into their face, closing her eyes and purring. “What?” Louis asked, bewildered. What the hell did I just watch?  Harry just smiled shyly at him. “She told me her name. Or, I sensed it, rather. She’s one of Shadow’s great, great grand-kittens, and she’s… she’s my Familiar,” they explained, their voice soft in a way Louis hadn’t heard in years.  That explains the disappearing acts, Louis thought idly. Shadow had had that uncanny ability; apparently Astraea did, too.  He smiled at them. “I’m glad that you found each other,” he told them, genuinely. He was happy for them in a way he didn’t know how to express, so he got up and embraced them, holding Harry’s narrow waist and scratching behind Astraea’s grey ear. He kissed each of their foreheads, smiling tenderly at them both.

#tabby's writing game #soft sunday #my writing #larry fanfiction #larry fluff #witch harry #cowan louis #interesting kitten #genderqueer harry #snippet game #writing tag #writing game

[heythere-mel]

Cinnamon

Marcus Pike x F!Reader

*gif by @uuuhshiny ✨

W/C: 629

Warnings: pure Marcus fluff

A/N: Hi my loves! Here is fic number 2 from my 1K follower celebration. Short but sweet, and just what I feel our bby boy Marcus needs. Inspired by the song Cinnamon by Tash (some lyrics I used are in bold orange.) Enjoy!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Sunday morning, his favorite day of the week.

Marcus reflects to himself as he quietly pads down the hallway of your shared home. He follows the scent that stirred him from his sleep. That aromatic spice he loves so much nips at his nose and making his mouth water. He wondered where you went so early. Your vacant space amongst the sheets giving him that extra push to come and find you.

He turns the corner of the living room, stopping just short of the kitchen and stares, arms crossed and hip propped against the entry way as he watches you move about the room.

You’re making pancakes. Your specialty and his favorite comfort food. You’re in one of his older band shirts, one that he’s had since his college days. It’s the softest you once attested, so he rightfully conceded it to you.

It looks better on you anyway.

Then he hears it. You’re singing along to the song that has just started playing off of your phone. Voice sultry without even trying. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard it before, but this particular song seems to resonate with you from the conviction in which you sing it.

I'm addicted to the fiction that I'm always wishin' to be true, true..

I know it's distant but I'm still persistent when I know it comes to you, you…

You turn slowly, having seen him out of the corner of your eye as you plated the last of the pancakes. You begin walking over, continuing the song. An open invitation just on the tip of your tongue as you extend a hand toward him. Dance with me?

Am I out of my mind?

To want you all of this time

Left my conscience behind, behind…

He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips.

A silent agreement. Your arms fall lazily over his shoulders, his hands gliding slowly down your back finding your waist. He clings to your every word. The hopeless romantic in him thinking this is all too good to be true.

Loving you is the sweetest thing

If only I could show you, what I mean

But by the way you sing to him; the warmth in your smile as you roam his features, gaze dreamy as if he’s hung all the stars in the sky, the feeling of time stopping for just the two of you, he chastises himself for ever thinking he deserved less.

Loving you has me, giving in

Can't resist the love like

Cinnamon, baby…

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you continue to sway to the beat of the song. He’s the first to break it.

“You sing beautifully.”

“Thank you,” you shyly mutter. “This song always reminds me of you.”

“Yeah?…”

“Yeah. Loving you, it really is the sweetest and easiest thing I’ve ever done Marcus.”

You always knew how to render him speechless. Eyes glossing over as his forehead leans into yours. His hands are anchored to your sides, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment. And you let him. His silence may have concerned others but to you, it spoke volumes.

Take your time.

Then you feel them. His lips ghosting gently over your face before cupping your cheeks and bringing you into the most saccharine kiss.

There’s your Marcus.

“Mmmm, cinnamon.” he breathes in, making you giggle.

“Just a little something extra in the pancakes today.”

“You know you’re my actual dream girl, right?”

“And you mine.”

Marcus chuckles at that.

“Come on, let’s have breakfast before it gets cold.”

You lead him to the table, not before turning and placing one last lingering kiss to his plush lips. A hushed vow only for him, to make every Sunday just like this.

#cinnamon #marcus pike x f!reader #soft sunday #mel writes! #pedro pascal #Spotify

[huyensgoingsomewhere]

Yên cafe, Cần Thơ city, Việt Nam

photos by huyen

#coffee shop #peaceful #soft sunday #vintage #viet nam

[readyforthegarden]

jake putting on lipstick before he gives you smooches so he leaves cartoony kiss marks all over your face send tweet

Maddie, you don't even KNOW. I have this kind of mulberry, deep gray mauve lipstick that I love that I think Jake would pull off so well, and I want to put it on him SO bad, and I need his lip prints all over me everywhere with it.

I imagine he does it out of nowhere too. He's bored, you're just doing stuff around the house, maybe you're putting away dishes or folding laundry fresh from the dryer and he comes in, and you see him with the lipstick on and before you can compliment the color he's pinned you to the ground or couch or wall, and is just smothering you in kisses, smiling against your skin as your laughs and giggles echo through the house 🥹🥹🥹 i'm gonna cry if i go on

#my asks #westernwoods #maddie💖 #soft gvf thoughts #soft sunday #jake kiszka #greta van fleet

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

soft sunday about Cowgirl!Reader and City!Elvis. He dances with her under the stars and he has music softly playing in the background 🥺

soft sundayyyy with our queen annie snow and elvis. shawni this is such a cute idea i'm weeping

for context: shawni and i are currently working on a fic series with a cowgirl!OC named Annie Snow (yes hank's daughter hehe) and Elvis, so consider this lil blurb a sneak peek :-)

"Ya know how to dance, country girl?" Elvis asks, leaning over to flip the dial on the radio in his pink Cadillac.

"Course I know howta dance," Annie responds, tossing a deep brown curl over her shoulder and propping her hands on her hips.

"Other 'en square dancin?"

Annie glares at him over her shoulder, but he just flashes a bright toothy grin. Annie throws her head away from him, avoiding his eyes but mostly refusing to let him see her red flushed cheeks.

A slow song begins to play on the radio, and out of the corner of her eye, Annie watches Elvis' hand stretch out toward her. She slowly drops her eyes down to it and, with a sigh, plops her hand into his.

He walks backward, pulling her with him, and stops in a clear space. He gently brings her body into his, sliding one hand around her waist and the other to hold her fingers like a gentleman. Annie makes sure to push herself far enough away from him so that there's space between them. She still has her integrity, after all.

Elvis begins to slowly sway both of their figures from side to side. Annie watches her feet for a moment, getting a feel for his movements. When she raises her deep brown eyes to his, her heart skips three beats. His sea blue eyes gaze down at her with a gentle affection that makes her heart flutter.

They continue to gently move, neither of them able to tear their eyes away from the other. Slowly but surely, without either one noticing, both Annie and Elvis' faces continue to gravitate toward one another. As Elvis' hand on her back softly pushes her a step closer, Annie's breath quickens and her heart pounds in her chest.

Elvis' fingers slip from her grasp, moving to caress her other hip. In response, Annie's hands gingerly slide onto Elvis' chest and then wind around the nape of his neck. Absentmindedly, Annie tugs at the strands of hair there as she stares up into Elvis' soft eyes.

Annie steps closer again when Elvis' fingers press into her hips. Their bodies are touching now, fitting together like a puzzle. Annie's eyes flutter closed instinctively as Elvis leans down to brush her nose with his.

"Would it be aright if I kiss ya now?" he whispers, his hot breath tickling Annie's lips.

She doesn't answer, but he can tell by the way her breath shakes and fingers grip his neck that she wants him to. Elvis gently leans forward, brushing his lips against Annie's and then slowly pressing them down. Annie tilts her neck up, her fingers curling tighter around his neck.

The kiss is soft, sweet, and tender; as if neither wants to ruin the perfectly healthy lips of the other. As if neither wants to invade the space between them to crack the fragile ice. When the pair finally separates, Annie glances up at Elvis to see a handsome grin spreading onto his features. He moves his palm to her face, gently stroking her cheekbone. She leans into his hand, letting a soft smile form as she glances up at the shining stars set to the sound of low guitar strings.

#soft sunday #annie snow #shawni + milas fic #hiueiphfuefu #im so soft rn