how cute is this child

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kaneki + touka: then & now

kojo-asuka127  asked:

I'm still laughing cause Goth calls all version of Geno mom. He calls naomiiisenju's geno 'mom', he calls fatal 'mom' and i think there's more? If he meets MCQ geno would he call him 'mom'? Sorry for thus long random question.

yup definitely- sorry @alainaprana

Loving

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!!!!

It’s been a while but it feels good to be writing again. Also, this was suppoesed to be uploaded forever ago but life happens.

Request-  Draco thigh riding smut?

Enjoy! -Madi 

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Kissing

       The air around the both of you was sparking and nothing else mattered except the marvelous boy in front of you. Draco’s kisses were hot and gentle as he contiued to press his lips to your throat. You were supposed to be studying together but you could never even begin to think about concentrating when his luscious pink lips continued to move. His lips were enough to make you drop your books immediately. They were distracting, mesmerizing. In all honesty, they werent the only things mesmerizing about your boy.

Touching

         After what seems like hours of an endless makeout session, you could feel Draco’s hand begin to sneak up your shirt. His hands traced every curve of your body, stopping to linger in certain places. A quiet moan escaped your lips and the vibrations he felt from it made him even more excited.His hands went up and groped your chest, just hard enough to elicit more moans from you.

Yearning

      Draco is your everything and in the moment, you wnat nothing but him. Hell, you needed nothing but him. He was touching you everywhere but the single place that you actually needed it. You wanted his touvh. No, you needed his touch. You were going crazy and he knew it. 

“Draco, please…” You whined. The only thing you got in response was a sirk and he continued teasing you mercilessly. This continued for practically an eternity before Draco stopped his actions entirely.

“I want to try something new..” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You stopped also, waiting for his next move.

Moving 

     Gently, Draco lifted you up and placed you on one of his thighs. You could feel every muscle tighten as you sat upon him and it made even more pleasure run through you,

“Move.” It came out as a demad from him but you didn,t mind.  In fact, you began slowly moving against him. Your hot sex rubbing against him through all the layers of clothing the both of you have on. Pleasure ran through your veins, making you feel as if you were on fire. Everything was hot and you threw your head back and moaned as the pleasure continued to build.

Sushing

    Dracos hand flew over your mouth, hushing you. 

“Don’t want anyone hearing us, love.” He whispered to you, nibbling your earlobe before pulling away to watch you contiue to work yourself against him. You could feel his eyes on you and it only made you become even more aroused. You could feel yourself begin to shake, your body almost giving out on you completely causing Draco to hold you up with his trong arms. You were so close, so close. 

Crashing 

     Suddenly, everything hit you. It felt as if the world stopped and you could feel every single nerve in your body light up. Moans and whimpers spilled out of your mouth but were quickly shushed by Draco’s soft lips. Draco bounced you on his thigh lightly to ease your through your thigh and you soon cllapsed into his chest, exhausted yet content. 

Loving

     You could feel Draco’s soft kisses on top of your head as you layed against him. Soft whispers of ‘I love you’ were whispered beneath the two of you. The soft beat of his heart calming you and slowly lulling you to sleep. 

Promising

      Draco could feel your breathing slow and he could immediately tell taht you had fallen asleep. As if you weighed nothing, Draco picked you up and held you tightly as he carried you to his dorm from the common room.

“You know, one day we will finally get out of this school and we will be able to live together and do whatever we want. It will be you and me against the wold, I can promise you that. Maybe I will even be lucky enough to call you my wife one day.” he knew you wouldnt hear any of this but it still felt nice to tell you. He loved you, he truly did.And he also knew that you loved him too.

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#1177 Hanamaru Kunikida UR

『 ヒツジさん集め 』 彡☆

I was in the mood to doodle mouse-

And then it spiraled into this.. thing- WELL WHAT CAN YOU DO WHEN YOUR HAND SLIPPED

I think I remember somewhere in the fic that he mentioned he like Neapolitan ice cream or something? And how Rick also comment about Mouse not being “no chocolate or bust”- idek my memory fails me-

baby, my baby | 07

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  2.9 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy! the series is on hold for now.

part one ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part seven next part (coming next week!)

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theendoffreetime  asked:

Isn't "bless your heart" like the greatest "fuck you" you can utter without saying "fuck you"... in the south US?

It can be. It depends on the way you say it! For instance:

An older figure saying “bless your heart” to a small child is always interpreted as more of a “aww, look how cute!” Sometimes, when the child is doing something really, really silly- like ordering unsweet tea- it’s said with a note of amused pity, kind of like when you see a dog not understanding a wood floor. It can also be used to say “you’re an idiot, but I care about your feelings.” So like, at family Thanksgivings, if you don’t eat the cornbread and you tell your grandma it’s because you’re avoiding carbs, she might say “Well, bless your heart” and then take a double helping because everybody knows that the cornbread’s fucking amazing and you’re a fool not to eat it.

However, when said to somebody who’s higher up the social scale than you or your equal in age, status, etc.- then it tends to be a major insult. It can also be a response to an insult. So like, if you’re in Georgia and you say “Yeah, these peaches are ok, but back home in Grand Rapids, we have better peaches” and the peach farmer says “Oh, isn’t that nice, bless your heart-” well, then you should pay for your peaches with a 20, say “keep the change,” and then hightail it back to your car because you done fucked up, bless your heart.

It can also be used between friends to signify that an insult isn’t serious. “She’s the tackiest dresser north of the Calloosahatchee, bless her heart” means that maybe your friend wears horrible clothes but you still love her and you wouldn’t change a thing. There’s a lot of variance in tone and texture of a bless-your-heart; surviving a passel of southern relatives as a Yankee means knowing how to interpret them.