#babygirl's night out

[psalmsofpsychosis]

listen Jedi: Fallen Order got a lot of things right but the most righteous act?

Darth Vader's hollywood golden age siren hips.

[sirtouchstarved]

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PLEASE NO NOT NOW NOT LIKE THIS, BELOVED PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

[yoda-bor]

babygirl

[marciaillust]

mom come pick me up people related to my personal posts too much

[maddiethedogstories]

Erica's Big Night Out

This post stars @baby-erica because her naughty fantasy inspired it. Go check out her blog!

Erica was so excited! Mommy was going to be staying out of town for the weekend for work, and, despite her best efforts, hadn't found a babysitter for Erica. Ever since Erica and her Mommy started dating, the small woman had never been left alone. Every day and night, she'd been kept under Mommy's watchful eye. And, as much as Erica loved her girlfriend and her days spent as her Mommy's perfect little adult baby girl, she did miss certain aspects of her adult life.

One of the things she missed the most was going clubbing with her friends. Back before Erica met Mommy, she would spend every Saturday night in her shortest, prettiest dress, rubbing her ass on strangers while she drunkenly danced to the best club beats. Mommy, however, hated clubs. She always said that they reminded her of being in a daycare full of overgrown, unsupervised toddlers. Ever since Mommy had taken over Erica's life, the adult toddler had been forbidden from going clubbing. That restriction chaffed Erica more than the rest (even more than not being allowed to go potty anywhere other than her pants or her pink training potty).

However, with Mommy staying in a hotel an hour out of town, and without a babysitter to tattle on her, Erica had her opportunity. She was going clubbing!

For the week ahead of Mommy's trip, Erica spent her days secretly coordinating her unsupervised outing. She reached out to her old college girl friends. They were all more than happy to oblige their old friend's desire to get out of the house and let loose. She secretly bought and hid a slutty new dress to go out in, Mommy having purged her wardrobe of any clothes that wouldn't have been appropriate on a five-year-old when they moved in together. Erica even pre-booked an Uber and reserved a VIP table at her favorite club. She wasn't going to let anything ruin her night!

The day of her secret trip finally came. Erica gave Mommy a big hug and passionate kiss before Mommy left on her work trip.

"I'll miss you bunches, Mommy! I'll be so lonely without you!" Erica said, laying her lonely-little-girl act on thick.

Erica's Mommy reached down and squeezed the front of Erica's diaper, reflexively checking if it needed changed as she pulled away from her girlfriend's kiss.

"I'll miss you too, Baby Girl! Are you *sure* you can make it a whole night by yourself? I can still call in and say I'm too sick to go!" Mommy said, her worry coloring every word she spoke.

Erica jumped back, realizing she may have gone too far.

"No, Mommy! I'll miss you, but I'll be fine! Go have fun on your trip! Don't worry about me!" Erica's words came fast and furiously in a way that made Mommy more than a little suspicious.

Erica's girlfriend's eyebrow rose with her suspicions. "You're going to be a good girl, right? You would be planning on breaking any of Mommy's rules?"

Erica blanched. Were her plans going to fall apart that quickly?

"No, no! I'm going to be a good girl! Of course! Plus, you need to go on this trip to get that big promotion!"

Mommy looked at Erica, clearly not mollified. But, Erica knew that she'd been right. This trip was too important to Mommy's job for her to pass it off. So, Erica waived goodbye as her girlfriend drove away, content that her carefully planned indiscretion was going to go off without a hitch.

The rest of the day before leaving for the club went quickly. Erica spent the morning doing her chores, making sure to set herself up for success when she inevitably came home too drunk to do her normal required daily tasks for Mommy.

After a quick lunch of a cut up peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple sauce, and carrot sticks (carefully prepared by Mommy before she left), Erica changed her very wet diaper and climbed into her crib for her normal afternoon nap.

Eventually, evening rolled around, and Erica excitedly got ready to go hit the club with her friends for the first time in years. She changed out of her diaper into her thinest pull-up. She got her short, slutty dress out of it's hiding spot and put it on. She did her make-up and hair, and then admired herself in the full-length mirror in her nursery. Standing in front of her crib and changing table, Erica could only say one thing as she looked at herself.

"I'm so fucking hot!"

Erica's Uber soon came and picked up her and her friends. The night was incredible. Erica drank, danced, flirted, and partied harder than she had in years. Guys bought her drinks. She got felt up, which, normally she'd be offended by, but tonight, she took as a compliment. She didn't even notice the strange looks she got when guys felt a wet pull-up when they were expecting a firm ass. Her friends were all commemorating the occasion, taking photos and videos and posting them to their Insta. Nothing could ruin Erica's night. Or, at least, that's what Erica thought.

Three hours and countless drinks and dances into the evening, Erica was in the middle of the dance floor, grinding her soggy-padding covered ass on an incredibly hot guy she had first seen minutes earlier when her revelry was interrupted by a sharp tug on her ear.

"ERICA LYNNE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Mommy's voice rang out over all of the clatter of the club.

The music and dancing came to a screeching halt as a gap cleared in the center of the dance floor where Mommy chastised Erica.

"Mommy! I, uh... thought..." The small woman in the slutty dress stammered out uselessly.

"You THOUGHT? You thought what? You were a big girl, just because I was gone for the night? You wouldn't get caught breaking my rules because I was out of town? These people would see you as something other than the overgrown toddler you are because you put on that skanky dress to play pretend? Let's see how big they think you are when they see what you're hiding under that skirt!"

Unceremoniously and with every eye in the club on them, Erica's girlfriend-turned-Mommy hiked up the back of Erica's skirt and tucked it in the waistband of her soaking wet, pink Moana pull-up. Laughter came from everywhere, swallowing Erica up like the music had just moments before.

Erica broke from the public humiliation. The dam that had be holding back most of the urine created by hours of drinking gave way. Erica flooded her already damp pull-up in the middle of the dance floor. Pee ran down Erica's legs and puddled at her feet as the pull-up proved to be too little protection for the tsunami of piss coming from her now. Erica cried as people gasped, laughed, and called her a baby. Even her friends, women she'd known for years, were giving her looks of pity, shame, and disgust.

"Now look what you've done! Made a mess all over the floor! Naughty baby!"

Erica bawled drunk tears as she stumbled behind Mommy, being dragged to the nearest Lady's room for, what Erica was certain, was going to be a very humiliating diaper change. When they got there, one look from Erica's furious Mommy Domme immediately cleared out the bathroom.

"Of course this place doesn't have a changing table!" Mommy huffed as she pulled a changing mat out of the diaper bag she was carrying. "Lie down," she said, pointing at the mat on the floor.

Erica did as she was told without complaint. With her thumb firmly planted in her mouth, she stared at the stained ceiling panels of the club's bathroom as Mommy went to work.

"I can't believe you," Mommy lectured as she stripped Erica of her drenched pull-up. "I am gone for less than a day, worried sick that you're lonely, that you can't take care of yourself!"

Erica involuntarily shuddered as her girlfriend wiped her pussy with a cool baby wipe.

"I lay down on my bed in my hotel room, open Instagram, and what do I find?"

Erica lifted her hips, allowing Mommy to pull the wet pull-up out from under her and replace it with something much thicker.

"Pictures, videos, stories, reels, posts, you name it! Everything showing my precious little baby--the little girl who PROMISED me that she would be good--not only drinking, but drinking and dancing in a night club in a slutty, little dress."

Erica blushed as she lifted her hips again, allowing a second thick ABDL diaper to be slid under her.

"You broke more rules than your silly little brain can count to, princess!" Mommy said as she taped her disobedient charge into her double diapers.

Erica grimaced at the harsh tone with which her girlfriend had called her princess.

"And you're not going to get away with it! Stand!" Mommy pulled Erica to her feet.

Erica tried to pull the hem of her skirt down over her dress, but her choice of a skin tight garment had backfired. Her dress was so tight and the diapers were so thick that the best Erica could do to maintain any sort of modesty was leave her skirt hiked up to her belly button, not covering her diapers at all.

"Mommy, please," she whispered, begging for any sort of reprieve.

None came.

"What? You seemed to like showing off you body earlier? What's wrong now? Embarrassed to let everyone see who you really are?" Mommy said, not a hint of sympathy in her voice. "March!"

With her eyes turned down, the drunk, once-proud party girl waddled behind her Mommy through her favorite club, drawing everyone's stares and whispers.

Despite her embarrassment, Erica did her best to soak everything in. Something told her, as she watched her girlfriend's beautiful backside sway in front of her with a determined gait, she would be lucky to ever see the inside of a night club ever again.

[yourlocal-goodgirl]

please daddy, let me suck on your cock while i fall asleep. i haven't been sleeping well lately, i really need your help :( it's so comforting having you in my mouth, it's the only way i'll be able to relax and shut my brain off. i know you like it when i get all dumb and empty headed. i bet you'll even put me into a deep enough sleep that you could use my mouth however you'd like and i wouldn't even wake up. please, i'm begging

[bartycrawtchjr]

when are we going to realise that oliver sykes is THE barty crouch jr fancast… like, the hair, the accent, the music, the tattoos!!!!!! he’s my babygirl barty!!! wake up sheeple!!!!!!!!!!

[k1tten-kitten]

Can I be your Kitten 🖤

[harrowharkwife]

i hope yellowjackets never gives a clearcut answer vis a vis the whole "how much of it is the supernatural and how much of it is the trauma" question, but like, at this point my best guess for tai is that she physically has a screw loose in the most literal sense possible. like something is not right up there. and i don't even mean in the mental illness sense, they're all deeply traumatized and different shades of mentally ill at this point, but like- this degree of sleepwalking, and dissociating, and losing time? it's giving neurological damage, it's giving uniquely horrible and very strange form of traumatic brain injury. like that plane crash knocked something Loose i swear to god

[literallytoogaytofunction]

"PADS!! Have you seen my drum stick?!"

- James, probably

(close-ups under cut)

[poppy-metal]

need to write sm for dilf!art for fathers day.... daddy needs his love ☝️

[misssmayhem]

My Girlies birthday celebration 💕

[phantomrose96]

Obsessed with the death imagery around Sampson btw. Smelling like a dead rat, skulking like a ghost. The last survivor of a dead world, only he's barely surviving, certainly not living. The idea of these cultural ascetics is super cool but feels unfathomably sad to me.

(938 Seconds Per Second)

-slams hands on the table- YES.

YES.

Sampson is a detached limb of a dead body. He's a lopped-off finger dropped in formaldehyde and declared "See! The flesh persists!" of a body that has perished.

There are many ways to be tragically and beautifully dead in metaphor. Sampson is not that. Sampson rots. He's off-putting. He disgusts. He's isolated and alone and just... exists half-dead and half-rotten, has to exist, no one is allowing him the dignity to deboard the ship, and live the rest of his human life, and die a human death as the last death of his culture.

He dies more, rots more, when Carson steals and destroys his tome, because Sampson is nothing but the aimless vestige of his culture, alive only to keep it alive... and what is alive? No one is learning the culture. It's not spreading. It's not growing. It's not being studied and remembered and appreciated. ...It's just Sampson, whose only duty is to persist, and persist as long as long as long as possible... as if infinite persistence is the same as life...

Carson was not joking when he said Sampson would kill himself in the wake of the cargo getting ransacked. Carson was dead-fucking correct to think Sampson would kill himself. Those cultural artifacts are all that Sampson stays half-alive for. They're all he is. If they were stolen on his watch, ostensibly by his own fault... Carson was dead-fucking correct.

[5thelement]

i find it very unbelievable that this man was walking around with big brown wet eyes looking absolutely fuckable and NO ONE bagged him??? hello???

[asavapatr]

Perth Nakhun as Kev in Ships In The Night

[spaciebabie]

spacie hear me out please. springtrap with droopy bunny ears??? please???? I love how you draw him!!

you have been heard :> channeled my Inner Starbs for this one! hav byunny

trying ta find a way ta incorporate his design in2 this was fun!!

i really liked glitchtrap's whiskers so i added em :]