#soft love

[lustiusmag]

[random-xpressions]

No matter what wild fantasies you carry inside you and no matter what weird kinks you're into, one will forever remain a captive to soft love - the kind that melts the heart - a gentle touch on your shoulder, someone running their fingers through your hair, someone laying their head on your lap, someone bringing a cup of coffee for you unasked, someone intertwining their fingers with yours, someone smiling at you from across the room, someone walking silently side by side with you and a thousand other underrated gestures of soft love...

Random Xpressions

[elysianvenus]

Sex is cool and all but what if you braid my hair to help me fall asleep and when you’re done braiding you undo it and start over again ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱

[pastelprincess-fantasies]

Domestic intimacy:

Arms around my waist as I cook and kissing my shoulder as music plays around us.

Someone washing my hair in the shower before letting me wash theirs. No sexual touches or anything dirty. Simply taking care of each other.

Date nights that end up being a fort in the living room with junk food and us in our pjs.

Board games where everything gets so intense that we're almost bordering on a fight only to kiss each other and melt into each other's arms.

Dancing in the kitchen together at 2am

Messages on post it notes left around the house for the other to find.

Fake proposals for a free dessert but we are so in love no one questions it.

Those are the dream

[theblurredgirloffical]

This movie literally broke me 🐝

[purestsaint]

Tw. Body image issues, mentions of not eating but no mentions of ED’s

You were insecure. You were always bigger, thicker than other girls. You developed earlier than other girls, big breasts and a thick butt. Most people made it seem great but it wasn’t. It came with thick thighs, a pudge that wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. You had hip dips that were so very noticeable. No matter how many times you heard people tell you that you were pretty or had a great body, you always felt like it wasn’t enough. Not for yourself, and not for others.

“Ugly.” You had mumbled, running your hands over your hips, watching the way they dipped. You hated it so much. You were trying on a dress, a deep rich red that ended right below your thighs. It had a frill on the bottom, nice flower petals covering the bodice. You thought the dress was beautiful, the problem? You weren’t.

Your blunt, cold but tender boyfriend, Ushijima, was getting ready with you. His rough, veiny hands froze on his cuff links as he looked up. “Is the dress not to your liking, angel?” He said gently as he turned to, standing behind you in the mirror. You’ve been dating for a few months and he wanted to introduce you to his mother. He always showed you his love never dimmed. He was cold, serious and stern, but he was still gentle with you. When you first started dating, he had grabbed your hand seriously and spoke with a soft yet rough voice. “I will never leave you.” The memory still gave you shivers after months.

He placed his hands on your hips, looking down at you. “The dress is gorgeous on you. But if you do not like it we can get another?” He said, pulling you out of your thoughts. You shake your head as you turn, looking at your side profile with a frown. “No, no, the dress is fine. It’s beautiful truly.” You say softly then continue. “It just.. doesn’t look right.” His hands tightened on your hips as his eyebrows curled down. “What? What does that mean?” He asks quietly.

You looked at his face through the mirror and saw how he had looked. That soft face, genuinely confused. His voice soft and comforting. His hands wrapped around you, one going across your back and holding your shoulder. He was tough, scary eyes that look like they could kill and big muscles that could easily harm anyone. He was a big man.

Yet he looked like his heart broke hearing you talk bad about yourself. It was so goddamn adorable it should’ve boarded on manipulative. “Oh ushi, I was just joking.” You turned in his arms, looking up at him. You never wanted to worry a sweetheart like him. “I love the dress, I look damn good.” You said softly kissing the corner of his mouth. The truth was you thought it showed too much off your stomach, feeling like you should’ve ate less before it was time to get ready. Ushijima’s face softened with a frown like he could hear your thoughts.

“Yes you do, my love.” He said, his hands were wrapped fully around your waist now. Such an affectionate gesture shouldn’t have been so flustering but it was. “Baby, we should get going..” You say, breathe already shaking. His hand rubs the back of your thighs, gently squishing. “Yes ma’am.” He said, looking down at you with soft yet deep eyes. He was being so damn sweet and comforting, making you feel beautiful. You should’ve felt better now but you didn’t.

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Tonight you were meeting his parents, well one of them, a fun event. His mother was a gentle kind woman, eagerly putting food on your plate like she was purposely trying to fatten you up. They talked for about 2 hours over dinner but ushijima didn’t join in, he allowed the most two important women in his life get to know each other. Mostly because he wanted you in his life forever, but really because he noticed you haven’t ate a single piece of food. “So how did you and my little Ushijima met? I swear this boy hasn’t shown interest in anyone ever! College surely helped him.” She said with a laugh. You push your food around while laughing. “He truly swept me off my feet. Usually i’m not interested in dating.”

His mother convinced you two to stay the night so you were both in the guest room. He gave you a big t shirt to wear and he stayed shirtless with a pair of shorts. “It’s like you’re trying to show off how your thighs are stronger than mine.” You tease as you sat next to him on the bed. He closed his book as he looked at you. He didn’t smile or chuckle which made your laughter fade. “What’s wrong, honey?” You said as you laid down on his chest. Ushijima ran his fingers through your hair as he sighed.

“You weren’t eating during dinner. You spoke for two hours without taking a single bite.” He said softly as he grabbed your face with his big palms. “What’s going on, darling? Please talk to me.” He begged quietly with that tender undertone he always had. You shudder at his soft voice as you moved closer into his lap, straddling him as you sighed. “It’s nothing. I’ve just been feeling a little down. More than usual.” You say quietly, scared to tell him. His eyes widened as he lifted your face to his, looking deep within your eyes. “First off, you’re beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve seen since I’ve started puberty in middle school. Second, did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?” He said quietly. You tried to glance away but his grip tightened. Not aggressive but firm. You sighed, closing your eyes. “I didn’t want you to worry you.”

You mumbled, trying to laugh but it fell in your throat with how he was staring at you. He knew what you were trying to do. You always deflected your problems with jokes or belittled them to make it seem fine. But he knew it wasn’t. He leaned in and kissed you. Hungry, loving, and soft all at once. “My love. You are beautiful. You feel insecure which is normal, but please don’t think you have to deal with it all alone.” He whispered, laying you gently against the pillow and rolling on top of you.

He was so much bigger but never used it aggressively. He kissed your neck, moving down to your collarbone and shoulders. You moaned; back arching upwards. “Ushi—” You whined but he ignored it as he kissed his way down your stomach and thighs. He paused in between your thighs before biting on one, the plush skin in-between his teeth. “Please allow me to show you how beautiful you are. My attractive girl.”

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[mialavendum]

My perfect love language is curiosity. People who are curious about even the smallest detail of you. Trying to understand you: asking questions—more fun if it is a silly one, exploring the way you handle things, studying how your brain works. I wish someone were curious about my existence.