#(baaabieees)

[undertheniall]

OK I'm gonna stop being a sceptic and just embrace Jessie and Will!! Yaaaas my baaabieees

[pumpkinmutual]

Hammiest ham and a blurry blep

[lime-jello]

I want to feed them! And give them nice soft things! When is Gaster going to find them? You can pet them! But.. I hope that doesn’t mean you can hit them too...

[kibumkim]

[pathtospring]

i miss you hopie sending you hugs🥺

I MISS YOU SO MUCH MY LITTLE DUCKLING, YOU HAVE NO IDEAAA 😭😭😭 please know that Iove you so so much 💖💞💕❤️💕

[1pt-remade]

NO MORE A RAKE AND NO MORE A BACHELOR I WAS WEDDED AND IT WHETTED MY THIRST UNTIL HER WOMB STARTED SPILLING OUT BAAABIEEES ONLY THEN DID I RECKON MY CURSE ALRIGHTT ALRIGHTTTT ALLLLRIIIIGHT

[klatukattdreams]

"I knoooOw it's for baaabieees, but I neeeEEeeEEed it."

[brattywriters-anonymous]

House Party 8

This is the final chapter of House Party! I’ve enjoyed telling this story, I only hope that you all enjoyed reading it.

Erik x Black OC!

Warnings: A tiny bit of smut.

Procida, Italy

Mirah stalks through the local market, looking for ripe tomatoes and peppers. The shoppe was booming in the late afternoon, she paid the older gentleman for the fruits and veggies she picked out, “Ciao bella! Sette Euro!” Mirah hands him a Twenty Euro bill, “Tienilo.” He smiled and handed her a flower, then kissed her free hand, “Grazie, bella.” Mirah smiled at him, nodding in thanks. Then made her way back to her villa.

Mirah whipped up an Italian style pizza with green peppers and extra cheese. She paused the preparation to scroll through her snap shots of the beach she took the night prior, a light brush against her waist takes her out of her trance, “Hey, baby.” “E, you’re awake. Finally!” Erik yawned and scratched is head, “Yeah. I uhm..had a long night.” Mirah bit her lip into a smile, “Did you?” Erik returned his hand to her waist, kissing her neck, “Yeah. I did. Whatchu doing?” Mirah continued scrolling through each shot, “Looking through my pictures, oh..shit. What is..” 

A video played through of her and Erik enjoying the sunset on the empty beach, “E, I don’t remember this.” “Too much champagne, MiMi?” She laughs at his question, “Maybe!” They continued to watch the video..

Mirah laid between Erik’s legs as they looked at the waves crash on the shore and back into the Mediterranean Sea. “Ohhh pretty baaaby! and if it’s quite alright! I need you baaaaby!” “And if you let me make yo pretty baaabieees!” Mirah gasped at Erik’s off key impromptu lyrics, “NO! E, I’m not ready!” “Chill girl, I’m just playin’.. unless we keep drinkin’ then I ain’t makin’ no promises..” The couple laughed together and shared a tender kiss that gained momentum every time they parted ways before clashing again, Erik puts the device down but he forgot to press the button to end the video so even though they can’t see what happened, they can hear it.

Mirah’s mind goes back to the moment, memories of it is a bit hazy.

Erik lifted Mirah’s body on top of his, and continued their display of affection in the most lustful manner. He trailed his lips to her collarbone, inhaling her honeysuckle perfume. “You smell so good MiMi.” She leans into him and before continuing their lip lock she thanks him. His stubby fingers slide up her outer thigh to her bikini top strings, tossed it to the side and returned his hands in between her legs. Mirah slipped Erik out of his trunks as he slid her bottoms to the side. They shared a final glance before their business relationship became oh so personal. 

“Okay! Enough of that! Unless you want round five.” Erik says as he presses the power button. “You mean round six, Stevens? I know you were barely awake this morning but..” “I still wanted some more.. yeah. You right MiMi.” They laugh together, “So what we doing today lil lady?” MiMi holds a piece of pizza in Erik’s face, he obliges in eating, “Mm... Buono!” He clasps his fingers together like a true Italian. They share a swift peck before MiMi suggest that they take the train out to Rome and go to the Galleria Borghese. Erik nods, “We can do that. Go get dressed.” Erik slaps Mirah’s backside as she passes him to the bedroom.

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The couple stroll down the street en route to the ferry as Mirah snapped candid shots of little children playing along the road. “They’re so cute! Oh!” A ball rolls at her feet, a beautiful pecan colored little girl with curly locks that’s no older than seven.. jogs to retreive it. Mirah picks it up and tosses it to her, they’re both gleaming at one another. Erik snaps the photo of their gaze. “You sure you don’t want no babies, baby?” Mirah shrugs as she takes his hand, “Not right now, right now. We’ll talk about it when I am ready though. Deal?” Erik tucks his bottom lip and affirms the deal.

Mirah’s iPad rings in signal of a facetime call, she digs in her purse for it, “Hold up babe, this might be my mom.” She looks at the screen sees that it says unknown number, “Hmm..” She answers to find a white woman on the other end, “Hello? Who are you?”

The unknown woman takes a drag from her cigarette, “Who am I? That’s not important, lass.” Her English accent stops Mirah in her tracks. “My bruv said if anything were to happen to him, that you were the person to find. Now I’ve found you.”

The three beeps ends the call..

@chaneajoyyy @fonville-designs

[bryconhilarii]

oh no killua is just a BAAABIEEE HE LOVES GON THEYRE SO LITTLS

[pumpkinmutual]

Team "lose my shit over baby animals" aka i just saw babie chickens and almost cried

[danrosedk]

“Let’s make pretty baaabieees!” 🤪 Yeah, it’s true - ‘Family’ (lyric video) IS on Facebook + YouTube right NOW 💥 Hit me with an emoji ✨⚡️✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/B785_jMhEFH/?igshid=8ezkysfl2947

[theloupgaroux]

what did I tell all y'all about the bellamy/octavia lovey dovey stares upon reunition and HERE WE ARE #yussss

[senryakus]

[dark-imagine-robots]

It's a baaabieee!!

Lil James