#nighty babbles

[nightbunnyageregressionblog]

Are You Currently Regressed?: Yes!

I'm Nighty/Andrew!

I have Autism and Depression (currently only things known)

This is my agere sideblog! my main is @nightmaretherabbit

Big Age: Minor

Little Age: 4 - 7 years (Default is 4 years for me though:)

Pronouns:He/Him,They/Them

Testing: Xe/Xem,Bun/Bunny

Gender and Sexuality: Transmasc & Pansexual, Demiromantic, Demisexual

Nicknames I Like To Be Called:

Bubba, Buddy,Angel,Bambino,Bean,Baby, Baby Boy,Cuddle/Snuggle Bunny, Cupcake, Little Man, Little Dude, Mate/Matey, Sunshine, Sweetheart,Sweet Boy, Little One, Little Star,Sweet Pea,Pumpkin.

Favorite Colors:Pastel Yellow,Purple,Pink, and Orange!

Little Shows: Octonauts,Yo Gabba Gabba,Wow Wow Wubbzy,Ruby and Max,Bluey,My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Bear In The Big Blue House, Steven Universe, Spirit Riding Free, SpongeBob (early seasons especially), Winnie the Pooh, Invader Zim.

Things That Help Me Regress:Coloring Books, Blocks, Pacifiers,Plushies/Stuffies, Little Shows, Little Foods,Toys.

Little Foods/Drinks: Apple Slices, Frosted Animal crackers,Dino Nuggets, Apple Juice (the one with Donald Duck on it), Chocolate Milk, Sausage Patties, Coffee,Cookies, Brownies.

Little Games:Animal Crossing New Leaf + New Horizons, FNaF (yes, listen-),Mario Party,Mario Kart 7,Kirby,Stardew Valley,Sims 4,Pokemon,

Stuffies Names: Pink Panda(Panda), Precious (Toucan),Vanny (Youtooz plush), Socks (Red Sock monkey), Springtrap (Youtooz)

I baby talk and babble nonsense on this blog. Sorry if it's hard to understand.

@springonmytraptillicomeback is currently a caregiver to me :3

Caregiver Application

#nighty babbles #sfw agere #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #little space #sfw littlespace #sfw interaction only #babyre #toddler regression #sfw regression #pinned post #agere little #sfw babyre #agere #sfw regressor #sfw age regression #stuffies #plushies #pink panda #socks (red sock monkey) #precious (toucan) #octonauts agere #octonauts kwazii

[nightmareforsale]

TW d**th and existential crisis kinda

I have just watched a video about a show called "The midnight gospel" and its made me think a lot. growing up I didn't understand that life was short and I had a period in my life where I constantly had panic attacks about death and it made me really scared. I wouldn't know how to carry myself and it made me feel so small. but watching that video and rethinking on my life has made me feel less scared. I know deep down that I'm afraid of death. everyone is to some point but man I think I get it. being into fossils and other things that's have lived and died has shown me that ill truly never be forgotten at least in the way that is the existents of human beings. my name will be said one last time and that's the scariest thing I know that. but I know we as a people, as a species will leave a mark on this world for a long time and I'm ok with being forgotten. I know who I am and what my purpose is and that's ok. is my purpose something that will bring in lots of money and ill be able to survive off of it. no, never but do I know that what I do makes the people around me feel seen and make people know that they are loved, yes. my purpose in life is to be there for people and to make them aware that yes we die but living is the most beautiful thing a person can do. just existing is a wonderful thing and that we need to live in the moment and be at peace with ourselves. death is something that the human mind can not understand because it can not understand not existing. that's ok we will all in the end come to terms with it in our own time.

#midnight gospel #important #tw death #tw heavy topic #nighty babbles #sorry for the long ass post i just wow my brain is so full of worms because of this fucking show and it makes me feel seen #tw existential crisis

[bonefall]

Epilepsy anon back again! Basically, a tonic-clonic seizure is spelled that way because it refers to its two phases: the tonic phase, where the muscles go stiff, the person goes unconscious, and falls down; and the clonic phase, where the convulsions begin. There are also tonic seizures, characterized by sudden stiffness, and atonic seizures characterized by a sudden loss of muscle strength. Clonic seizures are possible without a tonic phase, but they’re really rare. They’re called tonic-clonic seizures because of the order that they take place in— the tonic phase comes before the clonic phase! I’ve seen a few sources indicate that if the clonic phase were to come first, it would actually be a clonic-tonic-clonic seizure because the way the seizures generalize (spread from a localized area of the brain out into the rest of the brain) basically ensure that the tonic-clonic pattern plays out. I haven’t been able to find any mention of a clonic-tonic seizure! I hope that this is helpful, and thank you again for including epileptic characters in your AU! I suffer from tonic-clonic seizures just like Shadowsight, and it’s so nice to see common misconceptions refuted!

Publishing this ask now so all can see it; when I get some free time I'll try and head back and correct the order of any time I put clonic before tonic!

#Epilepsy #Hopefully I can get an updated Shadowsight summary out soon too #I got ambitious and wanted to do the whole breeze family but I'm still working on just Nighty #Bone babble

[grimesgirll]

"darlin', it's time to go to sleep."

you whine. "but i'm still up. i'm not tired yet," you insist as you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding softly. "don't you wanna go one more time?"

rick gives you a tired smile. "i'd love to sweetheart but i already made you cum three times tonight and you’re still beggin' like this. i think it's just gonna keep you up at this point."

you pout. “no! this is the last time! i promise!”

“well, if you promise,” rick accepts your swear with a kiss and slides his slate gray boxers down to line himself up with your already spent pussy. he pushes up your frilly baby blue fur trimmed nightie just above your hips. you’d found it in a department store and it had been driving him wild ever since.

he pulls you into him as the head of his dick glides through the first few inches of you. your cunt is soaked but only an inch or two more and he’s met with that tight, ring of muscle gripping his cock. your leader groans into your neck, pulling you flush against him until you’re squealing and both your hips are snug together.

“rick!”

“isn’t this what you wanted?”

“yes!” you gasp as he picks up the pace and moves in and out of you. “you feel so good.”

“you too, honey,” he grunts into your ear.

you lay back and watch the best you can in the dark as he thrusts in and out of your dripping pussy. his chocolate curls are accented bronze from the dim glow of the outside light from the window.

head against the satin pillow, your eyes are watering and you feel like you’re at your breaking point again. “feel so good, rick,” you manage as you tighten around him.

“shit, baby, happy i can help,” the sheriff huffs as he rearranges your guts.

“so, so good,” you’re babbling as the dam bursts. your legs are numb and you feel light headed enough to see spots but rick is there to bring you right back and fuck you through your orgasm.

“love when you do that, honey,” rick groans, running a hand through your long hair while the other finds your breast. you writhe under him as he plays around with your nipple and cupping your tit. “i know you wanna do it again before you fall asleep, right?”

you nod eagerly. “yes, sir.”

suddenly rick’s lips are on yours again and he’s tapping that spot. your legs start to shake again but you hold on as your leader’s mouth travels south to suck on your nipple.

you cry and hum praises at him through your fucked out haze but he just keeps his warm mouth and a hand on your chest. his free hand goes to your clit to rub tight circles just the way you like it. you gasp into his ear as he tightens his grip on you, dropping a tit to hold your hip and fuck further into you.

“rick, rick,” you stutter.

“feel so good, honey,” rick praises.

his hand finds your breast again and you’re holding onto him for dear life as you get your brains fucked out and every part of your body overstimulated.

it’s no surprise when you cum on his cock, leaving it drenched in the results of an orgasm some people would argue wasn’t real. his dick is slick with you, from the base to the tip as he continues his tirade against your poor pussy. you are surprised that he hasn’t come yet.

“rick…”

“yes, honey?”

“when are you going to sleep?” you ask, nearly dodging kisses on your breasts, your neck, and a tongue down your throat. if only you had the energy.

“when i’m done, honey.”

“can i help?”

rick presses a sweet kiss and a smirk to your shoulder. his sweet girl, always trying to take care of him even when she was so fucked out and on the verge of sleep.

“no, honey. you can go to sleep,” he assures you, pressing another kiss to your temple and slowing the roll of his hips.

“‘kay,” you exhale and settle into the pillow as rick pulls you against his chest, literally fucking you to sleep.

it wouldn’t take him long after you fell asleep to take care of himself and paint your insides white, calm and collected after treating himself to your snug cunt.

with you asleep, he stays in you for a little bit longer before pressing a few more kisses along your neck to ease the feeling of him pulling out of you. he pulls the blanket up the way you like and wraps his arms around you, prepared to have to fight you off in the morning when you inevitably woke up with your lady boner but he didn’t mind. who doesn’t want to start off their day getting their dick wet?

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #ricky dicky doo da grimes #rick grimes imagine #twd imagine #twd smut #rick grimes smut #not beta read #grimesgirll #soft somno #p in v sex

[thatsdemko]

cookies -r.dias

warnings: not intended for minors + some spelling/grammar errors

a/n: idk what compelled me to write this but enjoy

whisking batter, soft incoherent noises in the background, you’re buried deep into your thoughts. the ovens preheating, the dough is ready to be made it into cookies, and Ruben dias is just arriving home from practice.

he’s not quiet with his arrival, he never is, but that’s what makes him unique. he turns down the long hallway and into the kitchen to find a beautiful sight; you in a red lacy nightie.

the smell of brown sugar and the sweetness of chocolate chips seems to fade into the back of his mind while another sense comes into the forefront of his mind: pleasure. it’s not one of the six senses, but damn it should be with the way his cock is pulsating in his athletic shorts.

he doesn’t say a thing, and he doesn’t need to. just presses his palm against your ass, thumb strumming the intricate details of the lace. a soft hum escapes your lips, you bend your body into a forward fold, back straightened, hands pressed into the cold granite counter. he takes this as a sign of consent, dropping his pants down to his ankles.

his two thumbs on each cheek, he spreads them with not even a lift of his finger before entering. you’re not sure if it’s all of him. to be fair, it never is, but with tonight’s sighting he’s sure to see what you can take making him feel such a way.

your eyes shut, heart thumping against your chest, you feel his cock pumping inside you, each stroke becoming more powerful and aggressive as he digs deeper.

no words are exchanged, just heavy breathing. he watches your fingers turn white, your grip is becoming loose against the counter, his cock dripping in your wetness as he inches himself further inside until you’re babbling words that just aren’t even anything. he chuckles to himself, your bodies are like one, he can feel your clit trembling at his touch, your legs shake with each earth shattering movement.

you’re sure you’ve come by now, but that doesn’t stop him. not even the sound of the oven up to temperature, not even him breaking a sweat stops him. it’s not until he finally comes that pulls back, and steps away.

“you up for some cookies?” you muster up the words, they slide soft off your tongue as you turn around to face him. your tits are fallen out of the cups, your face is glistening with sweat and somehow that makes his cock wet all over again.

“I could eat,” he pauses for a second wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, “but I really only want to eat you.” his fingers dig into your hips, he slides you up onto the counter and spreads your legs up over his shoulders.

the slightest touch of him sends your head slamming into the cupboard, a moan escapes your lips as he tongue cleans your inner thighs. he’s good with everything, but his tongue is the hottest part of him. the burn of his cheeks against your skin, the hot breath that fills you up, and the softness of his tongue, it could all send you overboard.

his tongue inches inward, expanding your folds and your entrance. you feel the need to clamp around him, claim him as your only source of energy, but your body shakes. you can’t get a grip on him and he just keeps exploring further into he’s hit your clit once again. the spot washes you with pleasure, your body shakes like it did before, and his face is covered in you. every inch.

“dessert is served.” you breath outward, it’s heavy and uneasy,you watch him lick himself clean like s man hungry for more.

“better than cookies.”

#ruben dias #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias smut #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fic #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias drabble #ruben dias imagine #football smut #football imagine #football fanfic #football fic #football x you #football x y/n #football x reader #football imagines #football fluff #football oneshot #football drabble #manchester city #man city #football one shot #footballer x you #footballer x y/n #footballer one shot #footballer x reader

[simonrillleyyysss]

i just keep seeing all of this wonderful asks and my head popped up with the idea that i wanted to share with you, sweetie, always drooling on your works! 🤍

we know that the reader is all soft — plush skin and adorable plushies, the cutest outfits and just all so pretty and adorable, so what about cute nightie for the cutie?

(something like below, i imagine)

könig or simon — he was outside shopping, nothing special, a couple of groceries or maybe some other things for the house while he left you at home, gently kissing the top of your head and telling you that he would be back soon, while you charmingly muttered that you were going to cook something particularly delicious today, getting a chuckle accompanied by couple of praises from him before he left the apartment.

walking past a bunch of shops towards the exit, he stopped, passing by a lingerie store, he perfectly remembered your adorable babbles when you complained about the panties he tore on you, saying that they were your favorite, and he apologized, but never stopped, saying that he would buy you new ones, and today was quite a good situation to really come in in such a shop and choose something for you, especially when he noticed the adorable short nightie on the mannequine, pink trimmed with ruffles, he couldn't help but see you in it, so it was definitely an impulse purchase along with a pair of cute panties so as to makeup for you.

returning home was like in a fog and provoked only by the desire to see you in this piece of clothing as soon as possible as to soothe his aching bulge, bags of groceries were forgotten at the entrance as soon as he got home, shoes kicked off and you squeaked when he carried you to the bedroom, showing you his gifts, and definitely forcing you to wear them, not that you really minded.

(i'm so sorry i just writed a whole fic, but the main idea was in a cute nightie and lingerie that one of the boys basically purchased for you, feel free to do anything with this rambling)

babe. don’t apologise for that SEXY PIECE OF WRITING. HOYL GUACAMOLE.

honestly take over my blog atp

would be so thankful that you have panties!! oh wait..nvm, ripped off within seconds because the poor guy just can’t control himself, so desperate to pump u full of his potent seed and stuff u full 😞😞

#ghost x reader #ghost smut #spotify #soap mactavish x reader #dilf ghost #ghost imagine #simon ghost x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #ghost is babygirl #könig x reader

[mhathotfic]

alpha bakugou w a ddlg kink… 🫶🫶🫶

Oh darling, you’ve got no idea what you’ve done by giving me two, well actually three, of my most self indulgent topics to talk about

Warnings: omegaverse, dd/lg kink, praise kink, degradation, fem pronouns and afab reader, bladder control/piss kink, breeding kink, cockwarming and bath sex, written with chubby readers in mind

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

-I’m simply here to spread my Bakugou is a huge ass simp who spoils his s/o absolutely rotten agenda

-Alpha Bakugou is so much worse too, it’s programmed into his nature to prove himself as a good mate and provide everything they could ever need or want

-And trust me, Daddy deliverers on that

-Princess stays wanting for nothing because he keeps them in luxury and all he asks in return is she takes care of herself

-Though he’s more than happy to encourage that too

-She won’t drink her water?

-Fine here’s a cute brand new sippy cup and he expects her to drink 8 cups of water or he’ll have to punish her, but if she’s good get a nice reward

-He knows she won’t, and he’ll get to punish her for braking a rule

-And as much as he’d love to watch her ass jiggle under his hand, she’d enjoy a spanking too much

-Holding a vibrator against her clit and forcing her to try and hold both the need to pee and cum in for as long as he tells them sounds perfect

-And if they end up pissing all over themselves/ cumming before permission was given he’s gonna be so mean about cleaning them up

-“Dumb little crybaby, don’t start! You went and made a fucking mess for me to clean, maybe I should put you in diapers? Can’t be a big girl and hold it like I told you to”

-Oh but if he’s pleasantly surprised she drank everything then she gets to be eaten out until she’s all floaty and babbling nonsense at him

-He’s a lot nicer about her “accident” too

-Encouraging her to just let it out and he’ll clean it all up for her this time

-Hates bath time? Looks like Daddy has to sit his Omega on his cock and make her hold still while he washes her

-“Don’t argue with me, only good, clean girls get Daddy’s knot” “But—” “But what? You don’t want your Alpha’s fat knot in your pretty little pussy?” “I do!—” “Then shut up and let me wash your hair and then we’ll see if you deserve it”

-Sometimes though she’ll do things just to get him started

-There’s no reason for them to be wearing that tiny nightie without panties if she wasn’t trying to get him to breed her

-Speaking about the breeding aspect of their relationship though god their menaces

-There’s no inch of their apartment that he hasn’t knotted her

-The minute he discovers her trying to play with her sopping cunt in her nest instead of looking for him to plug up with his knot to keep his cum buried deep in her pussy is the minute she finds herself gagged with one of her pacis and clinging to her largest stuffed friend for dear life while Daddy breeds her relentlessly and spanks her for not telling him so he can help

#katsuki bakugou x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou x reader #alpha bakugou #little smut #kinky little #katsuki ‘the simp’ bakugou

[gretagerwigsmuse]

NEED MORE ROCKETMAN! (also ily and I appreciate the time and effort you put into your writing because it is truly magnificent)

oh my gosh! this totally made my day, especially since this is the first anon i’ve gotten since i turned it back on 🤭 and because you’re so lovely and kind, i dropped a little sneak peek of the next chapter below! 💕

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There was this overwhelming urge inside him that if he didn’t touch you, have you in his arms, that he’d slip away, back to space. Untethered.

Because you kept him on the ground. You kept him safe.

Bradley scooted over towards your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around you, unable to bear another moment untethered. There, that was better. You were soft and warm and felt so precious in his arms. And with your left leg extended out and your right hiked up, your body was on full display. Easy access.

Your thighs were so fucking soft and curvy and he desperately wanted to slot himself right between them. Have them bracketing his head as his tongue lapped at your pretty pussy.

Would he start there? Eat you out until you were begging for his cock? Have you grind on his lap…until you were begging for his cock? Or…just begging for his cock?

They all seemed appealing, but admittedly kissing you until you were breathless and then rocking his body above yours until you were both tumbling over the edge had plenty of merit, too. Because he wanted to treat you like you were precious first.

And then later? Later, he’d slap your pussy so hard you’d be begging for his cock in no time - in fact, maybe he should time you? See how long it took you to break, to babble, to beg.

But that brought him back to the present. Could he wake you up, now? Bradley knew you’d been stressed and busy ever since your mom had come to town and because of all you’d confessed earlier; so, would it be fair to wake you? You hadn’t woken him up, afterall.

After an indeterminate time of just holding you and watching you breathe, you rolled your hips against Bradley’s waist and let out a pleased hum. He gave your hip a squeeze and you burrowed even deeper in his arms. Your skin was even softer than the silk nightie you were wearing and he could feel the heat pouring off you everywhere.

His hand slipped down to knead your ass and you sighed. “Hmm, da-dley?”

part 3 coming soon!

[part 1] [part 2]

#oops! #‘welcome back sweetheart - sorry i fell asleep on you earlier’ #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley and smart aleck

[madaboutmathers]

can you please write about the night we gave birth to marshalls little girl?

Could you maybe include when the water breaks and after when we see marshalls first skin-to-skin contact with the baby?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

The whole pregnancy had been a shock to you both; it really hadn’t been planned at all but now, you wouldn't change anything in the world. And neither would Marshall even as the result was another girl. He had given up believing he’d have a little boy; especially with this being the last child.

It was too slowly getting to your birth for your liking. The heat didn’t help, you were always so uncomfortable, especially with how clingy Marshall could be. Like right now, you slowly tried to move from his embrace as he slept. “Fuck.” You mumbled to yourself at the soft cotton nightie you were wearing clung to you.

You gently moved your hand over your bump and tried to focus. The dizziness you had suffered from returned. You looked over your shoulder and softly smiled to yourself. Marshall was sleeping so soundly with an adorable look on his face. Your eyes moved over his bare chest as the sheets hardly covered anything. Fuck, you needed to get your desires under control. Especially when your pain was only growing. Maybe it was false labour, you thought to yourself and tried to be quiet. There was no point in making Marshall more exhausted. A sharp wine escaped you as you tried to quietly move from the bed.

“Y/N..” His sleepiness was evident in his tone as his accent only thickened. It would have been hot if you were in any other situation. “Shh, just go back to sleep.” You gently whispered over to him. Of course he didn’t listen, Marshall was far too protective for his own good and he moved to sit up. Another wine escaped your lips and you wrapped your arms around your middle as if that could possibly help. You didn’t know he could move that quick as he left the comfort of the bed to be at your side. He gently reached for you, softly stroking your sides and you instantly gripped his shoulder to keep yourself steady.

You softly whimpered and rested your head on his chest as you looked down. The pool of water had you panicking now. “Oh, god….I..it’s not the right time.” You began to babble now; your eyes so wide and locked onto him. “Shh, don’t worry.” Marshall whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he moved to reach for the overnight bag. Your heart was pounding in your ears now. Fuck, was it supposed to hurt this much? Those thoughts were blurry as was your memory of the labour.

~

The soft beeping of machines had your eyes fluttering softly. You could feel yourself waking up even as you desperately wanted to sleep some more. You hummed and moved for a moment before you fully woke up. “Marshall.” You softly whispered out, him being the first thing you think about. “Over here.” His soft voice was quiet and it took you a moment to gain the strength to turn your head to him. The sight that greeted you had your heart warming. A soft, tired smile coming across your face. The little creation you had both made seemed to burrow into her father’s bare chest.

“She’s okay?” You asked, trying to move but a shot of pain moved through you. “She’s good. Don’t worry about anything.” Marshall whispered, stepping closer to you. His hand moved to gently stroke your cheek and you moved into his touch. “She has your eyes.” You whispered as you peaked at her. “Of course she does.” Marshall hummed, winking down at you before settling into the chair and bringing it closer. You softly giggled and tried to hold back your yawns as you moved to sit; much to the annoyance of Marshall. He gently placed your baby girl into your arms whilst he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I love you.” He whispered and you turned to him. “I love you too.” You hummed, leaning in to peck his lips. You rested your head on his for a moment before your daughter’s sounds distracted you. You gently reached to stroke her hair. Your smile only grew and you leaned into the kiss Marshall placed on the top of your head. “Thank you for this.” He whispered into your ear. You looked up at him and you would have been blushing if you weren’t so exhausted. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” You hummed, leaning to press a kiss to your baby’s forehead. The silence moving over you both was calm and needed; you just enjoyed each other's company. 

The soft cry of your baby girl had you both looking down. Marshall’s gentleness surprised you, but really, it shouldn’t have. You slowly moved your gown to fall and she latched onto you; feeding sweetly. Marshall’s fingers moved through your locks as he watched over you both; protective as ever. God, who would've thought this was his life? He wouldn’t change anything for the world now. Marshall softly smiled to himself and watched a new chapter of his life begin right in front of his eyes.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #request

[nightbunnyageregressionblog]

what’s good little dude

Hi hi hi!

I eat ice cweam wight now :D

#nighty babbles #toddler regression #babyre #sfw babyre #sfw regressor #sfw age regression #sfw agere #sfw regression #sfw littlespace #sfw interaction only #agere little #little space #age regession #agere #agere blog #age regressor #age regression #askies

[hotsforharlow]

Jack fucking reader in the same room as someone in the next bed so they’re trying to be quiet

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You hated sharing a room when you were with Jack; there were only precious moments to be with him and having to share ruined that. Well, that’s what you thought anyway when you watched Urban and his choice of the month settling in bed. You tried to hide your pout into the pillow as the short, silk nightie hugged your body so prettily.You turned around to watch the bathroom door and tried not to lick your lips at the idea of a naked Jack just a few metres away. You cuddled into the sheets some more and before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering shut and the exhaustion of the travel was making its way through your body and soon sleep came to you.

It seemed your deep sleep couldn’t keep you away from the soft touches your way as Jack finally slipped back into the bed. His bare chest against your back as his soft, wet curls brushed against you for a moment. His fingers traced your sides as you hummed and moved back into him. Your eyes flashed open when you felt how bare he truly was.“Jack..” You softly whispered out and your eyes moved towards the other pair in the room as his arms only tightened their hold on you. “Hmm?” He coed into your ear and began to hotly kiss down your neck. Goosebumps littered your soft skin and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It was too hot and you wanted more. 

“We can’t…” You whispered and moved to look over your shoulder. But even as you spoke, you moved your legs to fit him in between. And he knew that. Jack smirked and moved his hand under the covers to cup your covered breast. “Hmm, you just have to be quiet.” He teasingly whispered and nibbled on your earlobe. You couldn’t help the rush of pleasure moving through you.You pouted as your eyes wandered to the other bed for a moment. “You aren’t even wearing anything under here.” Jack continued to tease you as his fingers moved over your pebbling nipple. “You wanted this.” He whispered and tugged on the nightie to finally release those bouncing breasts he loved. “You don’t even have to do anything.” Jack continued. 

“You are being mean.” You whispered and your face was flushed now as you tried to stay as quiet as possible when his hard cock moved through your folds. You were completely soaked already and it only had him chuckling in your ear some more. His fingers teased your nipple and you moved to grab onto his free hand to keep yourself from moaning.He hit your clit with each rocking motion of his hips and you couldn’t help the small whimper that finally escaped you. “Shh..” He grabbed at your hips and kept you still. “I know we’ve had fun with him before but you are too jealous for another girl.” Jack teased some more and you couldn’t help but gush at the memories of that night you’d had them both. 

Your legs shook at the intenseness whilst Jack slowly pushed inside you. Your hands clutched at the sheets around you and your head fell back against his chest. His hand slowly moved to your face and hotly placed two of his fingers into your mouth to suck on. His free hand moved to play with your clit. It was hard to focus as your eyes began to flutter.Your stomach was tightening in pleasure as the fingers only muted you so much. “Shh.” Jack chuckled and began to quicken his movements to roughly hit your spot again and again. Thankfully, there were no squeaks from the bed and Jack found a way to mute himself as he hotly captured a breast of yours and began to suck.

Your soaked walls began to tighten around him as the sound of your wetness began to move through the room. Your hands moved into his curls some more and tugged on them. His chuckling only continued before a soft groan escaped him as his own pleasure began to surface. “So good to me.” He babbled and couldn’t stop himself from speeding everything up.His release was so close now as the idea of being so close to being caught only made him hotter. And you were tightening around him some more. Jack snaked his arm around to play with your clit some more. Circling and pinching you. It wasn’t long before you were squirting around his cock and he continued to pound away.

“Jack..” You moaned around his fingers as  your eyes finally did flutter shut. You missed the movement in the other bed as Urban’s eyes moved open and caught sight of the scent in front of him. He grew hard almost instantly. Jack caught sight of him and could only smirk as he took his pleasure from you. He tugged your nightie once more for your bouncing breasts to be on display. “So close..” He mumbled in your ear and took your head back so even if you did open your eyes, you wouldn’t be able to see the audience. It only made the whole situation hotter and his release was soon upon him. “Fuck….”You moaned and shook around him as you tried to get a hold of yourself. Your fingers are still gently moving through his curls. “You don’t think they heard, do you?” You softly whispered whilst gently removing him from yourself and turning into his embrace. Your hands moved down his chest as you snuggled into him; a soft yawn escaping you and you felt your eyes begin to flutter once more. “No, I don’t think so.” Jack hummed, staring into Urban’s eye whilst his fingers moved up and down your spine. “I can’t believe we did that.” You mumbled sleepily into his ear as Jack only cuddled you tighter. Your legs tangled and his hand finally came to a rest on your hip as his eyes fell shut. “We should do it again.” He mumbled and you tapped his chest with a giggle. “You are too much.” You hummed before sleep wrapped itself around you both.

#request #jack harlow x reader

[tomorrcwz]

home's where you are, firmino

pairing: bobby firmino x fem!reader

warning: fluff, pregnant reader

author's note: kinds depressed that Bobby's leaving Liverpool so here's a cute imagine !

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bobby couldn't explain how greatful he was in this moment; his body was buzzing with happiness at times like this — you laying besides him, holding his hand which rested contentedly on your swollen stomach and joão, his baby boy, sleeping on his naked chest.

the Brazilian had been there for every part of your pregnancy, treating you like a princess and protecting you from all kinds of stress as much as he possibly could. The family of three would be one of four in just under two weeks and he enjoyed those sleepy days with his favourite people — he knew that as soon as the baby was born that this wouldn't happen as often but that was absolutely chill with him.

So, this was a treat of some sorts, peace and love swinging in the air, and bobby wished for it to never end.

Overnight, your floral nightie exposed your left shoulder and breast, urging him to kiss your soft skin. A few strands of hair had escaped your protective headscarf — gently he brushed them out of your face before kissing you on your neck. His lips trailed upwards, pressing a chaste kiss against your slightly dry mouth while his right arm secured his son.

The light touches woke you up; lashes fluttering open, eyes immediately locking into his, those big brown eyes you had fallen in love.

A small grin grew on your lips as you looked at the man and your bundle of joy; you couldn't wait to hold your second child.

"He's beautiful, ain't he?", you quietly asked, hand patting the babies back. "Got those stunning eyes from his papi."

Bobby laughed silently, agreeing with everything you said. João was truly the perfect mix of the both of you. "He's going to break some hearts when he's growing up."

"As long as it isn't mine, meu lindo, as long as it isn't mine..."

The pair of you focused on the baby, watching him breathe in and out, contently sucking on his thumb. You hadn't expected to fall in love two years ago with anyone nor having a baby and one on its way with the man of your dreams. Bobby wasn't the man y/n younger self had in mind, however older you knew that she broke the lottery with the charming Brazilian footballer. He was one of a kind.

João slowly opened his eyes, smiling at his parents — and just after a few seconds he started to babble with his papi. You only followed the interaction; heart melting at its spot from the way the father-son duo argued about silly things.

Your eyes drift over to a kid sized liverpool kit with the number nine printed on; it had been a gift of the squad. If your son wasn't going to follow his Father's footsteps, your unborn daughter would — both were active kids for sure. Next to the kit stood a pair of football shoes, a gift from the skip and his wife, and some other football related articles Bobby's teammates, coaches and work friends gifted you. Your kids were going to be absolute daddy's kids, and you won't complain.

The giggling of your boys brought you back to reality — you were surrounded with warmth and comfort, and you decided that home wasn't a building but where your man and kids were.

#football imagine #football x reader #football blurb #bobby firmino x reader #roberto firmino imagine #roberto firmino x reader #liverpool imagine #Lfc #roberto firmino

[ofmermaidstories]

i want to—complain. about mundane, non-fic things. and fic-things too, actually. i want to babble on about my weekend plans (they involve high tea). i want to keep this blog absolutely empty of anything that isn’t BNHA-related. i want to…. post the half-assed single sentence ideas i have (im not going to). i have the merms equivalent of the zoomies rn bc i don’t want to write anymore, im sick of it, im sick of it. im at the point in my writing where im like the hell is the english language????? i can’t DO it anymore why cannot it be OVER!!! sometimes i think the x reader niche as we currently know it is not sustainable, because it’s so dependant on being able to find Hot Guy of the Month but also like—people will always be horny lmao. saying that i am bored of a couple of things: us dunking on ourselves about having multiple WIPs or not finishing things and also picking fights with imaginary people (who don’t like x reader). i feel like i can’t draw anymore and that’s probably a phase but it’s been going on for a while and quite frankly im sick of it. anyways that’s it, goodbye, it’s bed time now nighty night. 🌷

#floating rubbish island: mermaid spam

[yukinojou]

The Sandman - rewatch the first...

Some notes on rewatch, to continue from previous babble:

It's amazing how good CGI can look when composited into practical sets where the light on the actors and the set bits nearest to them freaking matches. The pan towards the decayed Dream realm works because that light is there, right on the floor and the actors, and the CGI is matched to all the real textures. Can someone show it to Disney plzkthx?

The red lamps in Roderick's office being lit in the morning of Jessamy's death are a Thing.

Cain and Abel are so perfectly in sync.

I like the rapid cutting in the Hecatae scene much better on second watch, though I still wish we had a close-up on the last shot, the CGI would hit more.

Joanna is really both more practical and more quietly self-destructive than John. Less picturesque, more despairing in a way. More closed off. I still love her messy flat and office.

We don't get Rachel's dad plastered all over the walls, but we do get security guards plastered all over an elevator. That is one picturesque effect.

I do wonder whether the Corinthian didn't push Ethel into her sacrifice play, just a little. But I suspect he was planning on John taking the amulet, not this. Still, he always rolls along with the changes in the plot.

The choice for white light drifting from above in Lucifer's reception room is Something. It does make for moments when live actors and practical sets look like CGI alas, and even worse when there's actual CGI of Satanic St Peter's Square.

That last shot of Lucifer in episode 4 is freaking perfect. So much pride, which is all Lucifer should be about.

There's a doctoral thesis in how much the 24 Hours rewrite focuses on Bette as a writer and writers' fears and stories in general. Morpheus is the Prince of Stories, he's basically the God of Writers, and gods the burning manuscript thing still hurts, the way it's an equivalent to everyone else mutilating and killing themselves.

Lighting two people with skin tones as different as Tom and Kirby must have been a pain. Look at the bench scene, in shots where there's only Tom his skin looks like three tones darker because the camera isn't compensating for all that range.

Tom absolutely nails "younger brother with embarrassing older sister" acting. Like, whoa, the eyerolls alone. They have a perfect sibling vibe.

Come to think of it, Mason and Donna nail it too. The moment where Desire cuddles Despair's crocs is to die for.

Dear Hob, you have a serious case of heart eyes for your friend. And nope, the song choices in the 80s scene aren't helping.

Liking Rose much better this time around, because she does have that writer's remove from the events, that analysing touch. She's usually very in control of herself.

Oh gods, Carl isn't a new character. He's a genderswapped Carla, Lyta's friend who appears in both The Doll's House (like, one panel while Lyta learns that Daniel is Dream's) and The Kindly Ones. So when the Corinthian finds Lyta's home burned to the ground, it's going to be that little bit more personal for him.

In the Doll House arc, Dream suddenly gets texture to his face. It does correspond to his frequently unshaven state in the comics, but I think it’s also a factor of how he’s seen by Rose, who does not expect fae-like perfection. Compare and contrast his skin/makeup in A Hope in Hell for peak inhumanity.

Still utterly amused by the riff on SFF lit conventions. They are exactly like that, complete with the deep hobby conversations with people you've just met.

I love the fact Unity's last sequence has her in a nightie with her upper arms bare - very often a societal taboo for a woman of her age and shape - and no bra. She has the shape of family members of mine❤️

I love the fact someone finally noticed that Gwendolyne Christie has a very renaissance face. Can't wait for season two.

Skipping Dream of a Thousand Cats until I can watch it with my cats, who are still on holidays.

Calliope story / presentation upgrades are good, but dear gods the CASTING. That show should get the best-casting-of-all-time award, because Arthur Darville just disappears into book!Madoc and at the same time gives him so much nuance. Sir Derek Jacobi is having so much fun being sleazy. And then you have Amita Suman, whose deep beautiful eyes steal every scene she's in. Which isn't even touching on Mellisanthi Mahut and how she's a muse statue come to life. (That hair at the end, too!)

#the sandman #the sandman spoilers

[tinytinybumblebee]

Izzy doesn't have a soother but he has sleeves! He doesn't have a carer but he has a pillow to keep him company while he cries. This is what he thinks is enough

Ed finds him tiny one night and just scoops him up and Izzy starts mumbling quiet unintelligible babbles while Ed brings him to Stede

Stede: why do you have Izzy? It's bedtime!

Ed: he is very small :>

Stede: makes sense

🥺🥺 aww!!! Izzy just thinking he can do this by himself, pretending that he doesn't want or need anything by himself while feeling tiny!

But, Ed knows his firstmate too well for that and brings him to bed! Babies can't sleep alone, who know what would happen!!

Stede is probably confused as all heck, seeing Ed carrying Izzy to the bed. But, when he hears Stede is small, Stede scoots so that there is plenty of space for the three♡ Probably ask Ed is Izzy would want to get dressed in something more cozy?

"Little guy already out like a light, you could make him a puppet and he wouldn't wake up."

"Hmm, I believe we'll leave the puppetry to Swede and Wee-John, dear, and just get this baby boy in his nightie," Stede says as he's brushing Izzy's hair out of his sleeping face ;w;

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #sfw #mailbox #ofmd #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward trench

[thequietabsolute]

I read somewhere that a high proportion of Earthlings, one in five, or one in three, or maybe even two in one, is under the impression that all their thoughts and actions are determined by creatures from another world. And these people aren't just mixed-up berks and babbling bagladies: they are haunted tinnitic taxmen, bug-eyed barristers and smart-bombed bureaucrats. Before, these tribes of spacefaced conquered would brood about God, Hell, the Father of Lies, the fate of the spirit, with the soul imagined as an inner being, a moistly smiling angel in a pink nightie, or a grimacing goblin, all V-signs, bad rug and handjobs. But now the invader is a graph shadow swathed in spools and printouts, and he wears an alien face.

I sometimes think I am controlled by someone. Some space invader is invading my inner space, some fucking joker. But he's not from out there. He's from in here.

— Martin Amis, from Money (1984.)

#martin amis #theology #ideology #1980s #literature #quotes