pillow for babies

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Sleep time

Big plus of being a drawin person is that u can draw yourself whatever you want to see atm. I wanted to draw this scene.

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Comic by @magizi

BabyFrisk as Frisk

Me as Sans

An open letter to Harold

Dear Harry Styles,
You is kind.
You is smart.
You is important.
I is sorry I did not get concert tickets. I love you none the less.
Sincerely,
A fan who loves you more than moms love Michael Bublè.

Black (M)

Jaebum + daddy kink + spanking + bondage + overstimulation (combined requests)

drabble;  877 words

Requested by multiple Anons and @nazdanerd from my drabble game.

Happy Valentine’s Day @kpopandfitness!

“Ahh, fuck, Daddy!”

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You Make Me Smile

Allura and Shiro discuss baby names. Shiro is defeated by a dress shirt. There is a lot of kissing. Also Shiro is an absolute hoop of cheesey goodness when it comes to Allura.

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“Eliana.”

“Kano.”

“Vail.”

“Mirai.”

“Wait, what’s that one mean?” Allura propped herself up on an elbow and glanced over at where Shiro was getting dressed.

“The future in Japanese,” he said, fighting with the fancy Ullini dress shirt he was supposed to be wearing. “It’s sort of cheesy, I guess, but I think it’s nice.”

“I’m writing it down.”

Allura and Shiro had been bouncing possible names back and forth since they had accidentally found out that the baby was a girl a couple days ago. They hadn’t asked to know the baby’s gender, but the midwife didn’t delete that line of data on the progress report they had received. So now Allura and Shiro knew the baby was a girl, though they were keeping that tidbit of info from the others, mainly because it was fun to watch them argue about it. Currently Hunk, Lance, and Coran were on Team It’s-A-Girl while Keith and Pidge were firmly and fiercely Team It’s-A-Boy.

“Help.”

Allura looked up to find Shiro with his left arm stuck over his head, which was halfway sticking out of what looked like one of the arm holes. The Ullini had three arms, so the shirt had been modified anyways, but it was still an overly complicated design. The Ullini had given the Voltron crew new clothes to wear to that night’s banquet, and it was only proper and polite to wear the outfits that had been offered.

Unfortunately, the Ullini favored neon colors, accessories, and extremely intricate outfits.

Most of Shiro’s face was covered by the shirt but his mildly alarmed eyes were still visible. “What is this insanity.”

She burst out laughing and fell back on the bed, her arms wrapped around her waist.

“Allura, please, I’m going to rip it,” he said, but he made the mistake of waving the hand of his stuck arm, which only made Allura’s giggles worse. Takashi Shirogane, the noble and mature black paladin, looked absolutely ridiculous. “Princess…”

“I’m sorry, but you’ve been defeated by dress wear. Let me fully enjoy this moment,” she said, almost crying from laughing so hard. “I need a picture to remember this exactly as it is.”

“No, no, you don’t,” he said. He was struggling to wriggle out of the shirt without tearing it to shreds. When something made a ripping noise, he stopped, his head completely inside the shirt now. “Love…”

“All right, I suppose I’ll rescue you.” She finally slid out of their bed, glanced over the shirt, and swiftly freed Shiro with a few expert tugs. Carefully, she laid the offending garment on a nearby chair.

He sighed and then caught her by the waist. A mischievous look crossed his face before he put on a stern expression. “You were going to let me suffocate in there for your pleasure.” He lifted an eyebrow, and his hands dropped to her hips. “That’s so cruel.”

She trailed her fingers across the nape of his neck. “I think you should properly thank me instead of making baseless accusations. Don’t you?”

“Make me.”

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