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eisschirmchen:

lina-loves-you:

Soul and Maka in cute polka dots clothes from Eisschirmchen’s request! 

AAAAH! I SEE THIS NOW klsdfjdöflgjhkljgh omg thank you so very much Lina, this is pretty awesome! ;U; ♥ They are so freaking adorable; i want to squeeze their lovely faces and why was there no SoMa in polka dots clothes before

they are perfect and i love them ;u; ♥♥♥

thank you very much Lina!! ♥♥♥ Have a good night my dear. ;w;

lina-loves-you:

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ㅠㅁㅠ!!!!!!!!!! Accidently I deleted chaoticlivi’s message!!!!!!!! 으윽 으으윽ㄱ ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I’m so sorry about that and confused.. where is the message ㅠㅠㅠ It was just a mistakeㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ..

Eww.. Anyway.. chaoticlivi said like this;

[If you want to, I’d love to see you draw Soul sitting in a chair, with Maka straddling his lap, and she is kissing his forehead!] 

I’m not sure wheter this pic satisfies your request.. T.T Thank you for sending message.

oddlittlesya asked:

"You are adorable." SoMa! :D (bonus points if flustered and blushing Soul hehehe)

therewithasmile:

Happy post-sex SoMa :D 

a little nsfw but barely; needed to write this before I go balls deep into the angst train

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There they lay in a sweaty mess, tired yet ridiculously content. Her mind was still racing with what had happened. She could still remember him, hovering over her, the way his eyes captured hers and locked them in place. How he feathered kisses along her collar, her neck, her ears, as he pushed in and began to thrust. The way sweat framed his face when she reached to stroke his cheek, reached to trace the hints of scarring down his chest, before she pulled him in a hug.

He had truly treated her like a princess, as he promised. No, he had been even better: she felt like a goddess.

He moaned in protest as she shifted around in her bed. “Relax, I’m not going, I just want some blankets,” Maka said bracingly. He made a noise into his pillow but didn’t protest as she sat up, dragging the light blue covers over her legs and onto her torso. As she reclined back down, the white-haired mass of hair shifted lightly as he extended an arm.

She opted for his chest, instead.

Maka snuggled in, his skin warm and smooth against her cheeks. She could hear his heart, thumping unsteadily in her ears, and she sighed in contentment. She was startled as he heard him hum lightly, the sounds of his voice reverberating in him both surprising yet at the same time, soothing. She felt his arm wrap around her torso, fingers dancing lightly against the curve of her hip.

They laid there in silence for a few moments, both basking in the joy of each other’s company. The question that had been on her mind (probably since they started dating) flashed in her mind. Unable to contain it any longer, she turned her head slowly, resting her opposite cheek on his chest.

“Hey Soul?” Her partner’s head tilted down, his fingers paused from their little piano recital as he caught her eye.

“Yeah?” The vibrations of his chest made her smile.

“What do you like about me?”

God, even she knew she hated that question, and as she said it she immediately regretted it. This was kind of the last thing she wanted to say, but she wanted to hear it. The conflicting thoughts battled in her head and it probably extended to her eyes because his red orbs softened. “Oh, I mean, if you don’t-“

“Nah, I’ll tell you,” he said soothingly as his hands moved from her side to her hair, stroking the blonde locks almost in a worshipping manner. “You, you are everything to me.” He looked away then, lost in thought, as words spilled from his mouth. “You’re always there to protect me, since day one. You can be crazy, you can beat the crap out of everyone – what’s hotter than a girl who can do that? But you can be so kind and so nice.” Her eyes widened because she honestly didn’t expect that kind of an answer – maybe a tease, or a subtle deflection as to not ruin the moment. He continued anyways, “You are so compassionate when you need to be, and you put me before you sometimes. Me. You make me feel alive; you make me feel wanted. And I just love..” he paused then as he seemed to regain consciousness as to what he was saying. “Love..”

Before she could blink his hands hand flown to her face, covering her eyes. She shot back in alarm, but her vision was still blocked. “Wha- Soul, hey, put your hand down!” She whined as she tried to lean in but his grip persisted.

“Ah, don’t look, I’m really uncool right now,” he complained, his voice sounding strange when she wasn’t also reading his facial expressions too. She flailed against his grip before she eventually grabbed his hands and pried them off her face.

He was beet red.

His other palm had covered his mouth, he looked like he was almost sulking as he looked away from her. “Stop staring,” he barked, his eyes wild with alarm when he realized she could see him.

Maka giggled.

“You are adorable,” she cooed.

She barely managed to catch the pillow he had thrown at her face. 

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

SoMa "Come here daddy" cuz that's a soma parent implication right?

d4s-scribbles:

Here you go Nonny, late a hell and not really smutty but whatever.

There were quite a few surprising perks of pregnancy that Soul was quite delighted to discover, aside from the whole ‘we’re having a baby!’ thing. One was that Maka was one of the women that actually seemed to glow with life, which was quite a nice thing to look at (it always made his heart feel warm and made him want to do unmanly things like pinch her cheeks and always cuddle her).

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