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riikive · 1 year

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LITTLE ONE ⌕ 강태현

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pairing. taehyun x female!oc | genre. soft, fluffy, romance, comfort/hurt, etc. | warning. age regression, littlespace, etc. | word count. 1.9k

note. this is my first age regression story. I did research as best as I could. I apologize if it isn't as accurate. I did my best. I made another account for age regression stories only, so if you are interested, here is the link. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!

Yumi was on her phone, scrolling through Instagram. Sighing quietly at the photos of people looking happy and pretty. She knew she shouldn't feel sad, but it couldn't be helped sometimes. Exiting Instagram, she turned off her phone and just stared at the television. Letting her thoughts roam around her head.

She heard the passcode, meaning her boyfriend was home. Taking a breath as she heard the door closed. "I'm home!" Her boyfriend shouted.

"Welcome home!" She shouted back. Yumi looked behind and smiled when she saw her boyfriend, Taehyun. He smiled back as he walked towards her. Putting his bag down on the couch before wrapping his arms around her. Kissing the top of her head. "How was my girl doing?"

"Like any other day, good," she answered. "How about you?" He rested his chin on her head before responding. "It was a hectic day, but seeing my girl after a long day. I feel better than during the day." Yumi nodded. They stayed in complete silence in each other's warmth before Taehyun went to the shared bedroom to shower.

the rest is under the cut

While he was showering, Yumi quickly went to another room. What she told Taehyun was half a lie. It wasn't good. She was so stressed from work, and scrolling down Instagram didn't help at all. She took a breath, inhaled, and exhaled. Walking towards the closed closet before opening it. Spotting two of the boxes on the floor before pulling them out.

It has been 2 months since she moved in with Taehyun. She was hesitant at first but agreed to move into his apartment as he promised her that she could have the extra room he had if she wanted it. So she agreed with the condition of him not entering the room. He agreed and never questioned it. It wasn't like she didn't trust him. It was complicated.

Yumi set down a huge blanket on the floor before looking through the box. She took out two coloring books, two of her favorite children's books, some snacks, and her favorite teddy bear. Just looking at the teddy bear made her feel small.

Looking through the boxes, she quickly grabbed a paci and some crayons. Putting the paci in her mouth before opening a random page of her new coloring book that she got a few weeks ago. Yumi began to color while eating her goldfish snacks.

As she played around with her toys, she slowly slipped into her little headspace. She felt much better after slipping. Knowing Taehyun was probably working on his work in the dining room and dinner won't be until 2 hours later, she let herself be little.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door, she froze in her spot. Stopped what she was doing before slowly turning to the closed door. "Yumi?"

Oh no. She cursed. "Y-yes?" She stuttered, making the sound using her adult voice. "What do you want to eat for dinner?" Taehyun asked.

"Anything!" She shouted, using her adult voice. There was silence after her answer. She bit her lips and waited for a couple of seconds before heading to Taehyun, walking away from the door. She sighed in relief before playing with her things again.

One hour has passed. Yumi was walking around until she accidentally hit her leg on the bed and thumped on the floor. Tears were falling as she lay on the floor. She heard Taehyun running down the hallway before knocking on the door again. "Yumi, is everything okay in there?" He asked.

She was in tears, sitting on the floor, and looking at her cut. She grabbed her teddy bear, which was near her, and held it tightly as she felt tears rolling down. No answer came from her. "Yumi, is everything okay in there?" He asked again. "Y-yeah," she tried to use her adult voice, but her little voice cracked because she was silently crying. "I'm coming in," he said.

Hearing the door twist open, she let reality hit. Closing her eyes, the door opened. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Taehyun standing there in shock. She gulped nervously as she watched him scan the room. Before his eyes land on her. She felt a bit embarrassed about this and hugged her bear even more tightly.

The next thing he did took her by surprise. He quickly went to her and kneeled in front of her. "What happened, sweetie?" He asked softly. She pointed at the cut on her knee, and he followed. "You have a boo boo?" She nodded slowly. He wiped her tears. "Do you know where the first aid is?" He asked her slowly. He somehow knew Yumi would keep first aid for kids in this room. She pointed at her closet.

"I will be back," he told her before walking to the closet. She watched him open it and scan through it before taking out the first aid. Taehyun walked back to her with the first aid in his hands and opened it. "It may sting for a second or two, okay?" He looked at her, waiting for a nod or something.

Yumi gave a nod, and he started to clean the cut. She closed her eyes, squeezing her bear tightly with tears. "All done.". She slowly opened her eyes, seeing him smile at her. "What band-aid do you want?" He took the bandaid in his hands and spread them around for her to see. "I want this," she answered, pointing at the Doc McStuffins band-aid. Taehyun put the rest away and carefully put it on her. "Better?"

"Better, thank you," she said. He smiled. "You're welcome, sweetie." Softly ruffled her hair. "How old are you?" She put four fingers up, and he nodded. They sat in silence for a while before Taehyun spoke again. "Do you love the teddy bear?"

Yumi nodded with no hesitation. "I love love it," she excitedly said while squeezing the bear. "Do you know the name of your bear?" He asked. She thought for a moment before responding. "I forgot the name, but adult me would know."

Taehyun smiled and nodded. He looked at the clock on the wall before turning back to Yumi. "Are you hungry, sweetie?" He asked. She nodded. "What do you want to eat?" He asked her softly.

"Mac and cheese, please." He nodded. "Alright, I will be back. Go play with your toys before dinner, okay?" She nodded. He smiled. "May I kiss your forehead?" He asked. "Yes," she replied. He then lightly kissed her forehead before leaving the room. She went on playing with her toys.

Taehyun went to the kitchen and started to make dinner. He went to the pantry and saw boxes of mac and cheese. Grabbed a few of the boxes and some others before going back to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Taehyun came back and sat down next to Yumi. "Yumi, it's time to eat." She put her toys down and looked at him. He gave her a sweet smile. "Okie." Then he asked her. "Is it alright if I carry you?" She nodded, and he helped her stand up, then carried her in his arms.

He walked with her in his arms to the dining room before putting her on a chair. He pulled her closer to him. "Do you want me to feed you?" "Yes, please." He then fed her the mac and cheese that was already cooled down. He then took the cup of apple juice with a straw and brought it closer to her while holding the straw.

After she was done eating, he asked her if she needed help getting ready to sleep. She shook her hand and said, "I don't need help." She went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. He ate dinner before washing the dishes.

When he went back to her room, he saw she was sitting down on the floor staring at her hands in her pajamas. He quickly went to her and sat down in front of her. Hesitantly, he took her hands to his. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked. She looked up, and the words came out of her mouth, surprising him. "You don't hate me?"

Taehyun pulled her into his arms. "Of course not. Why would you think that?" "People usually hate me when they see me like this," she told him. He pulled her closer to him. "Well, they must be jelly or something," he told her. She looked at him. "Really?" He nodded before kissing her forehead. "Yes, love."

They stayed like this before she fell asleep. He smiled at her sleeping face and carefully carried her to their shared bedroom. He carefully laid her on the bed and made her feel comfortable before getting ready to sleep. Then he lay next to her and looked at her sleeping face before kissing her forehead lightly. "Good night, sweetheart."

The next morning, Yumi woke up, slipped out of her little space, looking at Taehyun sleeping for a little bit before walking to change into her other pajamas. Then she got ready for the day. She went to the kitchen and cooked breakfast. She sat down, eating her food while thinking about last night.

Taehyun walked out of the bedroom and saw her in deep thought. Not touching her breakfast. He looked at the breakfast, and from the look of it, she slipped out of her little space. He walked up to her and back-hugged her. "Good morning," he said. She was startled and quickly looked up. "Good morning."

"What are you thinking?" He asked. "Oh, it's nothing." He hummed in response. "May I ask you some questions?" He asked her. "Sure." He broke the hug and sat in front of her. She was mentally prepared for the questions.

"When did you start being a little?"

"When I was in middle school, you know I was struggling a lot back then. I went to therapy that my aunt paid for me without my parents knowing and talking about age regression with my therapist. She told me she agreed with me since it will help me a lot. Then she gave me a list that I could do to start being a little."

Taehyun nodded. "Do you know your age range?" "It depends, but I am mostly 5-10 years old, but sometimes lower if I have a tough day or I haven't been age regression for a long time. That…. Happened often, actually. It was probably not good, but I was so caught up with life that I forgot about it." Taehyun nodded again.

"May I ask you a question, too?" She asked him. He nodded. She hesitantly asked. "How do you know about little space?" He didn't look surprised at all. He just has a smile on his face. "One of my friends is a little too. I accidentally walked in when he was a little." He told her. She nodded. "Is he your bandmate?" "No, it was my best friend in high school. I was his caregiver until he found his love." She nodded.

"Do you have anything else you want to ask?" "Do you want to be my little caregiver?" He smiled and grew even bigger. "I would love to." She felt relaxed. "My little one never had a caregiver, and you're my first boyfriend. It will be different, but I am sure my little one would love it." He nodded. "I am sure, too." Then she went on telling him everything he would need to know and even made a list of things too.

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strawbnixie · 1 year

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water sprite/water faery + agere moodboard <3

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agere-fics · 5 months

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Doctor Papa

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

pairing: caregiver!papa!bruce banner x regressor!little!reader

characters: uncle thor, bruce banner, reader, mentions of: steve, bucky, sam, and tony stark.

summary: you have to get MRIs done but you're nervous. thank goodness, papa knows how to cheer you up.

word count: 1,751

content warnings: MRIs, hospital gown, reader is written like they're a child's height, no mention of a particular chronic illness, please tell me if i'm missing anything

author's note: tadaa!! all done! this is the most i've written for a one shot! very proud of myself. also, this is inspired by me having to get MRIs done recently ajfhs

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Sometimes stuff we've done lots of times can still seem scary; which is annoying because who wants to feel anxious about the same exact thing over and over again?

You have to get these scans done by tomorrow. With every heart of your being, you wished that wasn't true but your previous scans were too old.

UGH!

Luckily, your papa had a trick up his sleeve.

He told you to stay here, in this gigantic, empty, white walled room. It was utterly boring, there were no paintings or statues or anything. Not even toys! Well, okay, you had your Mr. Rainy Day Bear but still! At least there were floor to ceiling windows- OH, and a skylight, too. Those are always nice.

While you waited for Bruce to come back, you watched what went on outside. There was Tony using his latest invention to attempt to lift Uncle Thor’s hammer. Tony still had no idea that it couldn't possibly work! How silly of him.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve stood in a far apart triangle. They were tossing around the Captain America shield like a Frisbee, guffawing, and yelling things that were joyously incomprehensible. It looked like lots of fun! Definitely more fun than MRIs. Maybe, they would let you join in later.

The double doors of the empty room swung open and papa’s humongous green form entered.

“Okayyy, love bug, I've grabbed all the cardboard pieces from recycling that weren't gross.” He grimaced thinking about the black, moldy gunk that spoiled some previously useful parts. He shrunk back down to Bruce Banner size after dumping the cardboard into a large pile. “We should have enough for our little art project.”

“Art project?” You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were actually lit up with stars of joy this time, instead of meteor shower anxiety.

The idea was to make a cardboard MRI machine. Having an art project to focus on would comfort and reassure you about the process you would go through tomorrow. If he could make it fun, your anxiety wouldn't be so bad.

“I’ve seen the machine before, papa, I can make the bestest one yet!” You hopped on your toes, giddy with tight, flapping fists.

“I grabbed your sticker books and some paint, too-”

“OH YAY, THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

Mission accomplished. Anxiety gone, replaced with magical cure Art Project™. Bruce smirked to himself.

You laid down on a tall, square cardboard piece. Bruce traced your form with a sharpie as you giggled. Once you had the correct length, you both began cutting a rectangular piece and put that piece on a metal cart with wheels.

Then, you cut out half circle pieces and hot glued them all together until it made one large 4D sphere with a hole in the middle like a donut.

At one point, the glue burned you but Papa Bruce fixed it right up and stopped the booboo pain with a cure-all kiss.

Your cardboard MRI machine may look done to outsiders but it wasn't even close. It was missing the most important part of all: the stickers! There were heart stickers, stickers with dolphins, rainbow stickers, puppy stickers, stickers that had Mr. Hulk and Papa on them, too! There were even stickers of Stevey, Bucky, Iron Man, and Uncle Thor! Papa said for your birthday he'd make stickers with you on them, too.

You also painted squiggles, polka dots, lines, circles, triangles, kitty cats, and zig zags. All of them in your most favoritest color.

“There!” You stood proudly, hands on your hips. “Now, it's very, very pretty, papa.”

Papa gave you a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to practice?”

You blinked and sighed. Defeat warping your mood. “Yeah...”

Papa spun away, put a doctor's coat on, and then turned back, holding a clipboard. “Alright, are you the caregiver for Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

“Yeah, papa.” You lightened up a little bit.

“Papa? No, I'm Doctor Doctor. Who's papa?”

“You're papaaa!” You pointed at him.

“Okay, okay I'm Doctor Papa.” He repeated, “Are you the caregiver of Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

You tilted your chin up and did a faux British accent. “Why, yes, sir. He's feeling very, very bad and needs a scan.”

“Ah, yes, I see that on his chart, Caregiver.” He flipped through the scribbled pages on the clipboard. “Let's have. Mr. Bear lay down on the table with his head on the pillow.” Bruce gestured with his hand.

You laid your stuffie down on the pretend bed, placing Mr. Bear’s head gently on the pillow. You patted his hand for good measure.

Doctor Papa put ear plugs into the bear's ears and placed cushy pink headphones on him. The headphones had cat ears on them. Papa raised his voice a little, “Mr. Rainy Day Bear, what kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“Doctor Papa, Mr. Bear is nonverbal.” you said matter of factly. You raised your pointer finger to the sky. “I’ll answer for him. He likes The Wiggles, Papa- I mean Doctor Papa.”

“Alrighty then, The Wiggles album coming right up.” Bruce pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found the right music. “Wiggles rave?”

You nodded, then kissed the tippity top of Rainy Day’s head. “You'll be okay, Mr. Bear.”

Bruce began to push the cardboard bed into the donut sphere. You took a big, big deep breath in.

“BRRRR BEEEP AGHHHH RRRRR DNNNN-”

That breath was immediately released back into the atmosphere. “PAPAAA!” You clutched your chest, laughing so hard your legs felt weak.

Doctor Papa continued, “DRRRRR EEEEEE EHHHHHH MRRRRRR!”

You were rolling on the floor, tears leaving your eyes. How silly of your papa!

“BRRRRRrrrrrr….” Papa rolled the cardboard bed out of the donut. “How are you feeling Mr. Bear?”

“Papa, he can't hear you!”

Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah, right.” He removed the headphones and then the earplugs. “How is the fantastic Mr. Bear?”

You lifted Mr. Bear’s paws and had him sign to Bruce, ‘I am okay.’

“Perfect! Let's take a look at your scans here…” Papa turned around and scribbled quickly on the paper. When he faced you again, he showed you the scan. It was a poorly constructed scribble of Mr. Rainy Day Bear with a big, biiiiiiiig, heart right in the middle. “I knew it, Lots-Of-Love-itis.”

You unburied the British accent. “Quite good, sir. Well done, Mr. Bear.” You placed a hulk sticker on his paw and hugged him tightly.

Papa kneeled down and asked, “Do you want to practice with you this time?”

You gave it a thought, looking this way and that. “Hmmm, will you make the funny noises again?”

“BEEEEP BRRR-”

“Not right now, Papa!” You shouted with a smile.

“Oh, during the practice?” He waited for you to finish rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay…” You breathed in, out, in, and out slowly. “Let's practice, Doctor Papa.”

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“Big day, lille venn.” Uncle Thor said as he helped tie the back of your hospital gown. He double knotted the strings behind your neck and then the ones by your hip. “There you are. All set.”

You frowned at that, looking at Thor with big, watery eyes. “Not all set.”

“It'll be okay.” His hands (placed on your shoulders) turned you to face him. “Remember your breathing?”

“Mhm.”

“Let's do it together.” He raised his left hand as you did the same. “Climb Yggdrasil, breathe in.”

You traced up your pointer finger.

“Let's sit at the very top, hold your breath.”

You paused at the tip of your finger.

“Slide down the Yggdrasil branches, breathe out.”

You traced down your pointer finger.

Uncle Thor had you repeat that four more times, until the tears dried and the anxiety flowed further away.

“Very good, great job. Let's go see Papa.” He held your hand as he walked you towards the scary room. Worse than the boring room from yesterday.

You turned the corner and there was Papa at the computer. “Hey there! The computer’s prepped and waiting for you, little one.”

You looked at Papa, then Uncle Thor, and then Papa again. “Okay… I'm ready.”

Papa led you to the metal bed. It was rectangular and thin. A sheet was laid out on it so you wouldn't get super cold. There was a thick pillow on the end that had your favorite kitty cat pillowcase on it, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards.

Papa pressed an arrow down bottom next to the donut sphere that brought the bed down to your level. He held your hand as you hopped on and then helped position you onto the center. He guided you through a big, deep breath so that your body was as comfortable on the table as can be instead of tense.

Next came pink headphones with cutesy kitty ears on them and plain boring ear plugs so that your hearing wasn't hurt from the loud noises. Papa already set up your favorite kind of music so when the headphones were placed on you, it was already playing. Bruce furrowed his brow in question, moving his thumb up and down. You replied with a thumbs up. You were ready.

Bruce handed you a panic button to hold just in case and laid a blanket over you to keep you warm. Papa kissed the top of your head and left the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

BBRRRRRRR

‘It's okay. I'm okay.’

BEEEEEEPPP

‘Woohoo, I'm doing awesome!’

REEEEHHHHHH

‘This is boring, it's got to have been a bajillion minutes by now.’

After ten years (minutes), the machine stopped and Papa walked back into the room. He gave you a high five and bunches of praises that you only heard some of because of all the ear protectors. But you could tell by his facial expressions that he was so very proud of you.

He pressed the arrow down button again and the bed began moving to an easier height. You removed the headphones and earplugs yourself, you felt like such a big kid (in the best way)!

You stretched this way and that while making funny noises which made you abrupt into hearty giggles.

Bruce held your hand as you jumped down. Next thing you knew, he was hugging you tightly, picking you up, and spinning you around and around!

“I'm so very, very proud of you, bumble bee!”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa!”

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babiepupp · 10 months

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Hi there! Do you take requests? If you do

Could I get a fic for a caregiver Neuvilette and sensitive/timid Agere/Petre reader (Sometimes I pet regress into an otter :) specifically the leisurely otter you see in genshin, I age regress as well). when I regress I’m a lot more sensitive to rejection and other things people say :) For another detail, my age regression range is *usually* 1-5

I hope that’s not too much! ~ Kindly, the @jellyfish-nursery

I absolutely adore this request! This was super fun to make! I hope you enjoy ^-^ ✩ also I apologise if it’s on the slightly shorter side!

⋆୨୧˚ My, aren’t you charming? ˚୨୧⋆

Caregiver Neuvilette x Timid Otter regressor reader!

Neuvilette had always found you.. quite adorable, the way you’d cling to a felt shell whenever you could, protecting it with your life. The way you’d make yourself a den made out of anything you could find, blankets, sticks.. Neuvilette’s belongings even. Neuvilette had always found it amusing, a gentle smile always gracing his features whenever you would slip into that headspace.

Today had felt rather special, you had both had breakfast together, walked around the hustle and bustle of Fontaine for a while, stocking up on baby powder and some yummy snacks. Once he had noticed that you had begun to slip into your pet headspace, he chuckled, ruffling your hair and gently moving you out the way of the busy crowd.

“Come along, petite loutre. I thought we could go swimming today if that’s something you would like? I have brought along your swimming gear should you wish to do so.” He spoke gently, his cane tapping against the floor as he walked with you, his other hand gently holding onto your own- he wouldn’t want to accidentally lose you after all.

His smile grew warmer when he saw you nod, taking a turn to the right as he led you down to where the ocean lapped softly at the gray Fontanian stone. He smiled, swiftly getting into his own swimming attire before helping you get into yours, chuckling when you somehow ended up with your head in one of the arm-holes.

“Such a silly thing, allow me to help you.” He said endearingly, taking a step back once you had both finished. He snapped his fingers, his cane vanishing with a flurry of blue sparkles before he took your hand once again, leading you towards the shallows, wading into the crystalline blue waters. He chuckled softly as you adjusted to the coolness of the water, before hesitantly swimming around, not wanting to stray too far from Neuvilette.

He made sure to keep an eye on you, his arms open to hold you steady should you need it.

“You’re doing well, petite loutre- I’m right here if you need anything.” He encouraged, his voice as gentle as the waters of Fontaine, still.. tranquil. He hummed for a second before diving down, emerging a minute or so later holding a scalloped shell, it was rather beautiful- a gentle lavender, with just a tinge of pink, it was the colour of a beautiful sunset.

The water was lovely, not too cold, but not too warm- it was perfect for a sunny day like this! The hours passed quickly, the sun turning from a pale blue into a stunning mix of orange, purple and pink- quite like the shell Neuvilette had given you. With a gentle touch, Neuvilette lifted the little otter out of the water, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“As much as I would love to swim with you for hours and hours, we need to get some dinner in that tummy of yours.” The Iudex chuckled, watching as you clung to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You let out a squeak of protest but it only resulted in a pat on the head before Neuvilette began drying you off.

“Oh don’t look at me like that dear.. we can always come back tomorrow.” He said, putting the towel back into the carrier bag he had brought with him to carry the goods from earlier on before carrying you back up the riverbank.

“Tell you what, I’ll get you dinner of your choice tonight. Anything you’d like, I’ll get it for you.” He offered, chuckling as you perked up at the offer before nodding enthusiastically.

This otter was certainly adorable.. they made Neuvilette’s heart warm, they made him feel.. happy. And he’d do whatever it took to protect that fuzzy feeling.

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ao3feed-ateez · 16 days

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Cicatrization: The Sequel

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6wsFHfm by Celestios Felix is enjoying his life with this caregivers, their community is happy and healthy, and each day is a brand new day of opportunity for him to grow, play and heal the trauma he's faced prior to having Minho and Chan in his life. He's got lots of friends, his favorite cousins, a regular schedule at daycare, and a huge community that loves and adores him. No one can take that away from him. Soobin wants to though; Soobin, who believes the program is cruel, unusual and inhumane. Soobin, who is willing to do anything to destroy or reform the program that took his brother for him. Soobin, who wants to be the face of anger and change so bad he gets swept away in it. Soobin, who has no idea what fate is or where his lies. Soobin, who throws a wrench into their lives, and they are all left there to pick up the pieces that might not fit together if they become divided. Words: 2944, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), ATEEZ (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Seo Changbin, Han Jisung | Han, Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N, Park Chanyeol, Oh Sehun, Kim Junmyeon | Suho, Kim Chungha, Kim Hongjoong, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Choi Soobin Relationships: Bang Chan/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Hwang Hyunjin/Kim Seungmin, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ)/Seo Changbin, Kim Chungha/Suh Youngho | Johnny, Kim Junmyeon | Suho/Oh Sehun Additional Tags: littlespace, forced littlespace, Forced Infantilism, Non-Consensual Infantilism, Brainwashing, Stockholm Syndrome, Temper Tantrums, Crying, Diapers, Anger, Abuse, PTSD, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Manipulation, Law, lore heavy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Post-Canon, Sight AU in case you dont like it idk lmao, little lee felix, Little Choi San, little han jisung, little yang jeongin, Caregiver Lee Minho, Caregiver Bang Chan, Middle Park Chanyeol, Caregiver Hwang Hyunjin, Caregiver Kim Seungmin, Caregiver Seo Changbin, Caregiver Jung Wooyoung, Little Song Mingi, Caregiver Kim Hongjoong, Caregiver Jeong Yunho, Social Justice, Social Experiments read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6wsFHfm

#ao3feed #ateez fic #ateez rpf #ateez fanfic #kpop rpf

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sunny6677 · 2 months

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Ya know what this poll is by now—

TWS FOR ABUSIVE MENTIONS KINDA

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tyunniebear · 2 years

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welcome, sweetheart !

this is a sfw tomorrow x together age regression account ! here is a safe space for you to read imagines about the members as your caregiver or your little. you can also send me asks about txt, age regression or both, and request writing too !

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cinnabunhwa · 1 year

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guidelines

please read before sending a request!

hi lovelies, just wanted to make a little post about my writing. i don't mind taking requests! i don't know if i'd be able to write all of them, especially if i don't know the members very well so i figured i'd provide this list of people i plan to write for, and things i won't be writing.

i will write for:

ateez

seventeen

stray kids

tomorrow x together

nct dream

ok to request:

bts

wayv

nct

the boyz

boundaries (will NOT write):

illegal illegal things

abuse of any kind

food play

age play (non-sexual age regression ok)

dd/lg (daddy/mommy ok, but will not take caregiver role)*

foot stuff

cheating reader/romantic interest**

cnc

violence

substance abuse

anything regarding bodily fluids that are not usually present during sex

knifeplay

fisting

main character death or any of the idols

* i am only comfortable writing age regression if it is non-sexual

** reader or romantic interest(s) may get cheated on but i will not write the reader or interest(s) as cheaters

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babybearcookie · 2 years

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Dubaddu Wari Wari

this was requested

this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

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“Wait, so you invited your partner... to watch you practice dancing... as a date?” Taehyun questioned Yeonjun when the elder had told them why he wanted to practice by himself after they’ve done with their official practice session of the day. “Yeah! I’ve caught them watching my liveshows where I practice a few times and they said that they love to see it but don’t want to intrude on our group’s practice time, so I asked if they wanted to hang out while I practiced by myself, and, Taehyun, you should’ve seen the excitement on their cute little face.” Yeonjun giggled as he thought back to when he had proposed the idea to you. “Huh, you can do that?” he heard Taehyun mumble to himself. Yeonjun could see his gears turning and let out a small snort as he could practically see the younger make a mental note of that for the future.

“Yeah, you can. Now, scram! They’ll be here any minute and I don’t want any of you here when they arrive!” Yeonjun all but pushed them out of the room. Beomgyu laughed his little menace-laugh; “are you afraid that they’ll rather be with one of us when they see us? I mean, I’d get it. I would get tired of your ugly mug too if I knew I had other options.” he snickered, but before Yeonjun had the chance to grab him to get him back for his teasing words, Soobin had placed his hand on the small of the little demon’s back, gently guiding him out of the practice room faster. “Hyung, I guess I don’t have to tell you to be responsible but still, make sure you lock up and stuff when you’re done and don’t be home too late.” Yeonjun nodded, hurrying the leader out of the room too, scoffing at the tone the younger had with him, letting out an ‘aish’ and telling the other not to worry but just to get going already. Before he was completely alone in the room, waiting for you, he heard Huening Kai yell ‘good luck and have fun’ to him, appreciating the youngest’s encouraging words.

Before you were to arrive, he made a quick tidy of the room. Since the other members had picked up their things, the room wasn’t in much disarray, but he still made sure to kick some of his clothes and shoes to the side where his bag was and to place his used towel into his bag, pulling a fresh one out to place it on top of it. As much as he had warned you that he was most likely going to be pretty gross when you arrived, he still would like to be as presentable as possible. The relationship, although pretty stable, was still fairly new to both of you. He had yet to show himself not fresh out of the shower to you; you hadn’t even been over to the dorm yet. He liked you, a lot, but he still wanted to know that the relationship would last a long time before inviting you over. You understood completely, since he also shared the space with 4 other boys, it made sense that Yeonjun would keep the space as the last introduction to his world, not wanting to soil a safe space for his friends and himself. You were just happy to still be getting to know the many sides of him and having your own little happy bubble for the time being.

You had also slowly let him in on your many sides as a person. It had been a tough decision, but you had let in on the fact that you regressed fairly early. He had been invited over to your place and, wanting to continuously impress him, you had cleaned your entire apartment, and had thought to have stashed away all your stuffed animals and other things that pertain to your age regression, but he was a curious man and accidentally stumbled on your stash, almost quite literally. You had your regression stuff in a basket underneath your bed and had, apparently, not pushed it in far enough, as he could feel it against his socked foot as he was walking beside your bed. He pulled out the basket to find a bunch of stuffed animals, some colouring books along with crayons, and a few colourful shirts and shorts that would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb in your closet. When he asked about it, you couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about his findings, so you asked him if he was weirded out by it or something like that. He was quick to reassure you that he was honestly just curious about it, with no negativity involved in his feeling of curiosity whatsoever. And so, you told him about age regression and why you do it, and he just listened the entire time, at some point grabbing your hand to hold it, supporting you through talking about something so personal.

If you had to ask Yeonjun, that was the point in your relationship where he could feel it shift into something more serious. The fact that you had shared such a vulnerable thing with him, it warmed his heart and made him feel like the two of you would last a long time. Which was why he invited you over as an audience to his dance practice, slowly inviting you into his world.

He heard a small knock on the door to the practice room, making his smile grow wide as he knew that it was you. He jogged over to the door and opened it, only to see you with just as big a smile on your lips. “Baby! Hi!” Yeonjun exclaimed, hugging you instantly. You giggled at his excitement and got a quiet ‘hi!’ out too before he took your hand and brought you further into the space, closing the door after you.

“Welcome to my home away from home! I think I use the same amount of time here as I do at the dorms, so it really is almost a home.” he chuckled and rubbed his neck in a nervous fashion. You had picked up on some of his habits, and over-explaining and rubbing his neck were two of the things he did when he felt nervous or awkward. You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm his nerves while looking around the huge room. It was sleek and quite stylish for a practice room for dancing but you had somewhat expected that since it was HYBE. As you looked around with your mouth open in wonder, Yeonjun couldn’t pry his eyes off of you. He enjoyed your presence so much, loving the energy you brought to his life. It was easy for him to forget to appreciate the small things, the normal things, but you somehow kept him grounded and reminded him that there was so much good and beauty in the simple things, which was something he hadn’t exactly said to you, but he saw it when you had explained age regression to him. He loved the fact that you got to take a second to enjoy the small joys in life, that you get that magic of being impressed by small things again. Before he realised, the words came from his mouth; “I love the way you enjoy life,” which got you beet red, whining and hiding in his chest, making him chuckle at your reaction. He teased you a bit more before getting you to sit down to the side as he went over to press play on his phone which was hooked up to the sound system.

He danced to a few of his group’s songs, with you clapping and cheering him on in the background, causing him to mess up some of the choreography with the tips of his ears growing redder and redder before you heard the start of MOA Diary come on. Yeonjun smirked and looked at you as he turned towards you and started dancing. He had been facing the mirror the entire time he was practicing, so it was a shift in energy in the room when he suddenly was facing you. He made the performance extra cute and sweet for you. He knew you were likely to tease him a bit for his use of aegyo moves while dancing, but he wanted you to have fun while watching. When he had danced through most of the song, he saw you dancing along. It was the simpler moves in the chorus but it made him so happy to see you picking up on the choreography to a song that was so special to him.

He finished the song like he was on Music Bank with his own ending fairy moment obviously with you in mind, blowing a kiss directly to you. You clapped so much and stood up to run to him, throwing your arms around him, exclaiming that he was ‘so cool!’. He brought his arms around you in a tight hug, only to lift you and spin you around, his smile growing even wider as he heard your giggles. When he let you down on the floor again, he could tell there was something different about you. You had been looking kind of anxious most of the time you were watching him, even if you were enjoying yourself, and he understood that it was a new place and a new situation, so he would be surprised if you had been able to fully relax, but as he looked at you, you looked completely free of any concerns, cutely trying to repeat the moves from MOA Diary in the mirror, giggling as you watched yourself. Yeonjun found himself studying you and your change in attitude, wondering what it could be. It had been such a drastic change that he didn’t think you had just been feeling more comfortable, because that usually came gradually, so what was it?

“Jjunie, Jjunie! Look! Y/N dance too!” It was the way you were referring to yourself in third person and the higher pitch of your voice that made him come to the conclusion that you had probably regressed, watching him dance, and that his antics during MOA Diary were the tipping point for you. “I see that, baby! You’re doing so great! Even better than Jjunie!” he chuckled and went behind you, watching you through the mirror. “Want Jjunie to teach you?” If there was something he felt he was the best at, it was being able to teach someone a dance, and since he felt slightly lost in what to do as you were regressed, he had the idea to teach you MOA Diary, to give himself a bit more confidence in the situation. You nodded wildly, showing great enthusiasm at the thought of learning the dance.

The first thing Yeonjun tried was to dance beside you, trying to break down the moves into bite-sized portions, but you had trouble with that if your whines and small cries were anything to go by, so he turned to stand behind you and move your limbs in the correct way, slowly but surely teaching you the dance. Your big grins and your small ‘oh’s or ‘woah’s made him thoroughly enjoy the different way of teaching a dance. He'd found that he’d do most things to see you be so impressed and happy as you were when you got a move right.

The two of you stayed for a bit longer than you were supposed to, but were happy with the time you had spent dancing and having fun. He asked one of the managers that were staying late if it was possible to get a ride home and he said yes. The manager got your address and drove to your apartment first, letting Yeonjun take his time, walking you to your front door. It seemed you had de-regressed, or whatever it was called, on the way home in the car, which probably had something to do with the stranger that was in the tight space with you. “Thank you for letting me hang out today, and for teaching, um, me, the MOA dance,” you said, slightly embarrassed. He smiled at you, cupping your cheek with his big hand, and leaned in for a kiss. You closed your eyes to savour his lips on yours and opened them again when he pulled away, to see his fond eyes and a sweet smile playing on his lips. “It was my pleasure, really.”

You said your goodbye and goodnights and he got back into the car to get home to his dorm. He thanked the manager for the ride and got inside, putting his shoes and jacket away like he normally would, though, he wasn’t exactly aware of his surroundings, as his group members were sitting on the couch, which was not that far from the front door, only noticing them as Beomgyu spoke, scaring Yeonjun so much that he jumped back from the shock. “Well, well, well, look who’s home late,” the younger spoke, and Yeonjun swore he could see small horns on his forehead, maybe even a tail swishing back and forth behind his back. He scoffed at the younger, “it’s not that late,” but Soobin brought his wrist up to look at the watch strapped in around it, “sorry to say, hyung, but it’s a bit over midnight.” Yeonjun looked up at the clock they had on the wall, ready to call bullshit, but Soobin was right. It was 12:14 AM. Most of the boys in front of him smirked, knowing now that Yeonjun had not at all kept an eye on the time, his focus most likely being somewhere else, on someone else. “So, hyung~, when do we get to meet the love of your life?” Huening Kai asked in a sickly-sweet voice, making Yeonjun scoff, his ears red at all the attention and questions. “Never, if you don’t behave,” Yeonjun answered, hearing whines behind him as he went into his bedroom to get some sleep and, hopefully, dream about you.

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kitty-agere-fics · 1 year

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Power Outage

Little!Reader X (Platonic)CG!TXT, G/N!Reader

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Quick Note: Yeonjun=Baba, Soobin=Daddy, Beomgyu=Papa, Taehyun=Appa, Kai=Dada

Taehyun, Kai and you were playing Mario Kart when the power went out. The deafening crash of thunder heard in the distance.

Kai goes over and grabs the Switch, "Want to try playing on the small screen?"

"Sure!" Taehyun quickly agrees.

"I'm gonna have to pass," you sigh softly, "My eye sight's bad enough as it is. When I try to look at that tiny screen after the TV…" You trail off absently. The thunder could still be heard.

Taehyun notices the frown on your face, "Are you gonna be okay, Y/N?"

You nod, "It's just thunder. I'll be fine!" You reassure them, quickly forcing a smile.

The three of you grow quiet as the boys focus on their game. As the thunder booms for a third time, much louder than previously, you whimper.

Kai quickly pauses the game, moving over to you "Y/N," he asks, "you okay?"

"No thunder," you respond softly. "Appa." you reach out to Taehyun with tears in your eyes. "Want Appa toos."

Taehyun comes over to you and Kai to help comfort you. "I'll be right back!" Kai runs down the hall, leaving Taehyun confused.

"Where did Dada go," he asks you, trying to provide a distraction.

Kai re-entered the room with two objects. A blue pacifier with Cinnamoroll on it and a small Cinnamoroll plush. He kneels in front of you, offering the items, which you take, happily. "Thankie, Dada!" You squeal.

"You're welcome, Little One."

Taehyun rubs your back as Kai hums a lullaby and you slowly fall asleep. Taehyun and Kai following.

It was late when Soobin, Yeonjun and Beomgyu came home.

"Why is it so quiet? They didn't leave did they?" Soobin asks.

"If they did I'm going to beat them."

"Hyungs," Beomgyu says gesturing to the three laying on the floor. "I think they stayed in the house."

Soobin laughs and goes over to wake the sleeping trio.

"Wake up, I'm sure you'd all rather be in bed than on the living room floor."

"Hmm, Hyung? What time is it?" Taehyun mumbles.

"Time to sleep," Yeonjun calls, as he walks away.

Taehyun kicks Kai's leg, getting him to jolt awake. "Wake up Y/N so they can sleep in her bed, Hyuka."

"Why me?"

"I said so," Taehyun leaves the room after his declaration, preventing Kai from replying.

"I've got it, Kai. Go to bed," Soobin urges.

Kai nods and stands to leave the room. Quietly, Soobin goes over to you.

"They're little right now," Kai informs his leader.

Soobin nods in acknowledgement. He kneels next to the you, gently shaking you awake. "Hey, Y/N, can you wake up please?" He asks, "I'm sure you'd rather sleep in your comfy bed with a plushie."

"Hmm? Daddy home?"

"Yeah, Little One, Daddy's home."

"Where Appa and Dada?"

"They went to bed a couple of minutes ago. Let's get you in bed, shall we?"

You nod, allowing Soobin to pick you up and take you to your room. Soobin tucks you into bed and attempts to switch on the nightlight.

"The lights no work, Daddy," I whisper, "The rain made it stop working."

"When did that happen, Baby?"

"Earlier, when Dada and Appa and I play Mario Karts. Daddy stay," You request when he doesn't respond, "I no like thunder, want Papas keep me safe!"

"Yeah, I'll stay."

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riikive · 11 months

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OVERWORKING AGAIN ⌕ 최범규

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pairing. choi beomgyu x female!oc | genres. comfort, little space, little headspace, soft, etc. | warnings. a lot of cuteness, overworking, overstudying | word count. 0.7k

note. It has been a while since I wrote a oneshot/drabble. I hope you like it, and my apologies if it is a little rushed. I have been stressed over school assignments, so I need a break, and midterms are due tomorrow, so I have extra stress. Take care, take breaks and please eat three meals!

Woong was just finishing up her assignments on the kitchen island of her apartment. She had been overworking herself once again. Did she care? Nope, never. Assignments come first then her health. Which was a bad thing. She knew, but she was too stubborn to change it. It was a way for her to not think about anything else and to distract herself.

While she finished her assignments, Beomgyu came to the apartment after work. He opened the door after punching in the passcode with a bright smile, but then his smile dropped into a frown as he saw her working on her assignments again. He quietly put his keys on the key holder. Then, he walked up to her. "Working on your assignments?" Woong nodded without looking at him. "Yeah, I have so many assignments to finish."

"Can't you take a break?" He asked. She just shook her head. He sighed and went inside the kitchen. He filled a cup with trying to think of some way to get her to stop studying and rest. Then he realized Woong hadn't been in her little headspace for a long time now. He quickly put away his cup in the sink before walking to the bedroom.

the rest is under the cut

Woong was too busy with her assignments to even notice Beomgyu went to the bedroom and took out a new teddy bear he bought yesterday for her. "Little fairy." She froze when she heard the nickname but decided to ignore it. "Little fairy, look what I got you." She bit her lips, trying not to slip. At least for now.

Beomgyu held the teddy bear closer to her. "Little fairy, this teddy bear wants to play with you," he said in a gentle voice. "Beomgyu stop," she muttered while working on her assignments. He sighed. Without a second thought, he made her turn around and then carried her to the living room. Woong tried to go back to her spot, but he didn't let her.

He put the teddy bear on her lap after making her sit. Within a second, she slipped into her little headspace and played with the teddy bear. He smiled at "Beomie, is this a new bear?" Letting out a soft sigh, he smiled at her. She asked with a smile. "Yes, it is. I brought the bear yesterday because it looks like it needs a friend like you." He ruffled her hair.

"Can I name it?" She looked at Beomgyu with excitement in her eyes. He nodded. "Of course." She stood up and did a little dance with the teddy bear. He smiled at her. "I will name the teddy, Dalie!" "Be careful with Dalie. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Okay, thank you Beomie!" Before running to her playroom to play with her other toys. Beomgyu followed her. "Little fairy, how old are you?" Woong stopped playing before looking at him. She made 6 with her fingers. He nodded and she went back to playing. He watched her play and even played with her for a while before dinner. "Do you want anything?" Woong thought for a second before answering. "I want spaghetti please!" "Alright, I will be in the kitchen if you need me then shout or walk to me, okay?" She nodded.

Beomgyu went to the kitchen and began to make some spaghetti for his little one. Once he was done, he called Woong. She quickly came out within a second with Dalie. She sat down in her usual seat and waited for him to serve the food. "You know the rules, no toys near the dinner." He informed her. "Oh right, sowy." He ruffled her hair. "It's okay." She quickly put Dallie in the living room. "Dalie, stay there until I finish my dinner." She pointed at the teddy bear before going back to the dining table. He let out a little laugh at her cuteness as she walked back.

"What's funny?" She asked with a confused face. Beomgyu shook his head before smiling. "Nothing, here is your dinner. Make sure to finish it all before you can play." Woong quickly dug into her spaghetti. "Don't rush, eat slowly," he told her. She nodded and slowed down.

After eating, Beomgyu washed the dishes while Woong played with her new teddy before washing up and sleeping.

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d0llfac3pr1nc3 · 3 years

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txt as the softest of cgs 🥺🥺

#txt fluff #tomorrow x together #caregiver #little space

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hansensgirl · 2 years

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୨୧ 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ୨୧

summary. | you just wanted to go for a stroll down the road—but he wants you to take a walk on the wild side.

warnings. | non/dubcon (noncon turns to dubcon), dd/lg, dark themes, manipulation, gaslighting, lying, forced drinking (water), dark kinky urges (choking, groping), taking advantage, perversion, mean!chris, forced watersports (forced-peeing yourself, he pees on you), Daddy kink, smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, sadist!chris, pet names (little one, baby), heavy degradation, heavy dumbification, humiliation, praise, lack of prep, slapping, creampie kink (reader/talking), cum marking, size kink (reader is shorter/he’s much taller), “punishment” (he pretends), one (1) orgasm denied, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

pairing. | dark!daddy/caregiver!Chris Evans x naive!little!fem!reader.

word count. | 4.6k

author’s note. | happy birthday to my most bestest girl @sweetlilbambi!! i love you so so much!! hope you enjoy this! thank you so much for everything, i’m so glad you’re my friend! dm’ing you that one time was the best decision ever! have a great birthday baby!! i love you to the moon and back!! unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my own. please no kinkshaming :) this is an au! i obviously don’t think chris is capable of doing this. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!

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“C’mon, drink up, little one. You don’t want Daddy to be upset, do you?” Chris coaxes, his dominant hand holding your sippy cup as he tilts it for you. You clutch your stuffed animal to your torso—a Le Mutt that Chris managed to snag from eBay.

With quick gulps, you finish the cup filled with water.

Chris stands up and looks down, smiling at you, “good girl.” The praise makes you feel all warm and mushy. You’d do anything he asks because of those two promised words. Good girl. You’re Daddy’s good girl.

“Daddy, are we gonna stay home today?” you question, noticing that he’s been pacing around non-stop, yet you’re wearing your little girl panties. When Daddy takes you somewhere, he puts big girl panties on you. “No, little one. Why’d you ask? Hm?” Chris questions, a piece of his hair falling from the pile that rests on his head.

“Nothin’... Saw you doin’ a bunch of stuff, Daddy. Got curious,” you sheepishly explain, tilting forward and leaning on his legs. Rubbing your cheek on his pants, you mildly wince at the cramp in your stomach.

Whatever—you’ve been sitting in the same odd position for far too long.

“Really? You spyin’ on me now? I’m just getting some stuff sorted. Do you wanna go out?”

“Mmm… Yes? Please? Not too long, though. Or too far. Maybe just the park? And we can take Dodgy with us too! Wait, where’s Dodgy, Daddy?” you suddenly shriek, realising you haven’t heard from the dog at all. “Aw, baby. I took him to my mom’s! She missed him a whole lot—way more than you do when I’m gone filming!”

You pout despite the genuinity of Chris’s explanation. Dodger is your best friend—you love playing with him when Daddy is busy. “When’s he comin’ back?” you inquire, unknowingly digging your chin into the hard skin of his leg. “Hm… I think the day after tomorrow, little one. That’s Thursday! But don’t worry, it’s gonna go by so quick, it’ll be like he wasn’t even gone!” your Daddy exclaims.

“And plus,” he starts, “we’ll have so much fun together.”

Eventually, you eagerly nod your head and giggle. Chris lets out a chuckle at your sweet reaction, adoring how cute you are.

Sometimes, he has the urge to just hurt you because you rot his teeth far too much. Worse than cotton candy or those blue raspberry jolly ranchers that get stuck in his molars. Strong hands are ready to squeeze you—your face, your torso, your throat, your ass.

“Like when we go on our walk! We goin’ to the park, right, Daddy?”

You sit up on your knees, wincing as the liquid in your stomach sloshes. There’s a mild pressure there as well, but you ignore it. You just drank your water too soon.

“Hm… We won’t go to the park, little one. We’ll walk down the road to the forest, okay?” he offers, knowing there’s no point in going to the park when Dodger isn’t here.

As Chris awaits your answers, he shakes one of his hands. A small fidget, and now he realises he’s a bit nervous. He shouldn’t be.

This isn’t like the first time he was caught by the paparazzi or when he had an emotionally trying scene to film. It’s not the first movie premiere honouring him, and it certainly isn’t his first photo shoot.

Just a small nudge in the right direction for you. Chris knows you’ll say no, and he can’t take rejection lightly.

“Oh, yes, please, Daddy! I love goin’ there. Not much people and we can draw on the ground,” you cheer, pushing your white stuffed animal closer to your face. “You wanna bring your chalk, baby? We can draw some animals! Remember we said we’d draw sheepies next time?” Chris recalls for you, unable to hide his smile.

You let out a tiny, quiet squeal at the memory. “Mhm! Daddy, ‘m so excited! Wait, we go now or later?” you ask, bringing the stuffed animal down to your knees. “Do you wanna go right now?” he asks, still at full height. “...Yes, please, Daddy…”

The sheepishness of your attitude makes Chris as hard as a rock. Beneath his trousers and boxers, his cock leaks with want—with need. But you’re too oblivious to notice the bulge that begs to be taken care of.

Fortunately, you don’t have any toys out of their designated boxes. You’ve simply been watching your Daddy and bouncing Le Mutt around with fantastical stories being acted out. Unlike your significant other, you’re no actress.

“You don’t have to change your clothes, baby. Let me get our adventure bag ready, and then we’ll go,” he tells you, and when you say okay, Daddy, he leaves you in your playroom. The door shuts behind the older man, and there’s a thin-lipped smile on his face.

Chris unscrews the cap of your bottle and presses the edge of it against the lever on the fridge.

The pink plastic is filled with water at your preferred temperature in just a few seconds. He doesn't plan on giving it to you just yet—it’s only for added measure.

He pulls open the drawer and grabs the pastel backpack. Each leather section is a different colour, and the pattern is symmetrical. Blue, green, purple. You’re the one who chose it and winced at the three-digit price.

Chris told you that he has a special discount—another lie. They leave his mouth in a practically rehearsed manner.

Carefully, he places both items on the marble countertop behind him and follows his footsteps back to your room. He pushes the door open with ease and finds that you’ve fixed up your appearance a little bit. It’s too bad it’ll all get ruined in just a few moments.

“Daddy? Can you help me put on my shoes, please?” you politely request, holding up a pair of sneakers with flowers embroidered on the sides. “Of course, little one. But you gotta do your checklist first, remember?” Chris tells you, gesturing to the small poster he helped you draw a while ago.

“Okay… Uhm… I got my shoes, I’m dressed for the weather, Daddy has the baggie, I have Daddy… And that’s it?” you check before gasping. “Oh! And I don’t have to pee, so I won’t have an accident!”

Hook, line, sinker.

“You sure, princess? Did you already go to the bathroom? You know the rules,” your Daddy hums, referencing rule #5. Always tell Daddy you’re going to the bathroom. “Nuh-uh! Don’t break rules, Daddy. I just don’t have to pee,” you smile, ignoring the ache in your stomach.

It may be uncomfortable, but in your eyes, going for your walk is more of a priority. “Baby, you’re supposed to go to the bathroom even if you don’t have the urge. When we get out there, we’re gonna have to cut our walk short because you’ll want to pee then,” he explains in faux exasperation.

You pout at Chris’s tone. Being his good girl is your forte. Rarely are you ever a brat. The occasional whining laces with your words, but you apologise for it before he can start his countdown from 10 to 1.

“No, Daddy! I promise. Can we go now, please?” you question, standing up and grabbing his sweater. You always keep a hand on him. “I’m sorry, baby, but we’re not going anywhere just yet. You’re using the bathroom before we leave. Don’t make me punish you,” Chris warns.

Head tilting back, you fight a wail that desperately wants to leave your mouth. “Please, Daddy! I promise, I don’t have to go at all!” you try to convince him, even though your full bladder begs to differ. Chris raises one of his eyebrows slightly, and his jaw clenches.

“One… Two…” he begins, resting his hands on his hips. “Go. Now,” he interrupts before continuing his counting. “Three, four, five…” You shake your head rapidly and squeeze your thighs, spewing gibberish pleas to your caregiver. “D– Daddy!” you whisper-cry, arms coming up to Chris’ shoulders.

Eventually, the pain becomes too much, and you start nodding to try and convey your surrender. “Well, you better pee now, princess. It’s gonna get warmer and warmer out there, and your walk won’t be as nice,” Chris warns. You turn on your heel and leave the room, skipping before limping to the nearest bathroom.

It’s next door and near your playroom—the one full of filthy and scandalous toys. In an overlap, it’s painted in the same colour scheme as your other playroom. Pink and white walls with a sort of sunset-feel to them.

But as you reach for the doorknob, strong hands grab you and nudge you into the almost-fictional room. For fans and gossip mongers, it’s a rumour. For you and your Daddy, it’s very much real.

You nearly fall to the ground with the strength you’re pushed with. A call for your Daddy comes from you on instinct, but the shushing he gives you isn’t from afar. No, Chris is right behind you—hot on your tail.

“Careful, baby. You’re gonna hurt yourself,” your Daddy coos, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you up. He makes you stand in front of him even though you desperately need to relieve yourself. “Daddy, please? Can I go to the bathroom? I– I’ll make it quick! And ‘m never gonna be a brat again. ‘M sorry—please?” you beg.

Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body, lingering at your exposed legs. Your knees touch as you try to fight back the urge to go right there and then. The pinched look on your face is adorable, and so is the pout you’re sporting. You’re oblivious to your expression while your caregiver soaks it all in.

Your lips part in a bid to beg once more, but the older man is quicker than you. “Shh…” Chris shushes, dragging out his soothing sound and tightening his grip on you.

Letting out a sob, you can’t hold it anymore. Tears leak down your cheeks as the dam inside you breaks. Your panties and skirt are ruined, soaked in your piss—and it’s all your fault. If you had listened to Chris at first, this never would’ve happened. You should’ve trusted your Daddy.

“Oh, poor baby…” he coos, still not letting go. In fact, he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around your delicate frame as you make a mess. The drips patter on the floors, and you’re covered in your liability. That ache in your abdomen dissipates when your streams come to a slow stop. “Shh… You’re okay, now, princess.”

Sobs wrack your chest as you push your face into Chris’s warmth. “Look at what happens when you don’t listen to Daddy, baby. You made a mess everywhere! And now we can’t go on our walk,” he gently scolds you, pulling you away although your clutch his shirt within your hands.

You nod and look down, still sniffling and wallowing in both regret and shame. With Chris, there was no need for embarrassment. But now, you’re riddled with humiliation and have half a mind to get on your soiled knees and start grovelling.

“‘M sorry, Daddy… I’m so sorry!” you exclaim through your weeping. “It’s okay, princess,” he reassures, further pushing his stiff member into your stomach.

You notice Chris’s largeness, sparking curiosity inside your fuzzy mind, but you choose to ignore it.

“But you know you have to be punished, princess. Remember rule #3? Whenever you make a mess, you need to take your punishment,” Chris tells you, nudging you in the right direction.

You’ve left things in shambles and ruins so much that your Daddy had to create an absolute rule to get you to stop. “Mhm… I’ll take my punishment, Daddy… You’re not mad?”

Hope riddles your words, and you crane your neck to look up at the older man. “I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed, baby. But it’s okay. Your punishment will fix it all up,” Chris hums, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.

The soothing action makes you smile, though it’s wobbly from your sadness. “Uh-huh, uh-huh! Will take punishment like a good girl, Daddy! Pinky promise,” you tell him, going to extend your tiny finger out before Chris manhandles you with the same roughness from before.

Suddenly, you’re bent over the bench he reserves for his more impact play-related repercussions. Spankings are painful, but you’d rather take those than your caregiver’s wrath. You await your hits patiently, holding onto the edge of the seat.

What comes isn’t a swat from a belt or a slap from Chris’s hands. No, instead, his voice is low, and the abruptness of it makes you flinch. “Fuck, you made me so damn hard, baby. I oughta treat you like a whore for that. It was so damn sexy,” he mumbles, and you’re now more lost than ever.

You desperately want to ask the older man what his words mean, but you’re worried you’ll upset him more. The mere thought makes your heart ache immensely.

Rough hands flip your wet skirt up, and they squeeze the plump flesh of your ass. Chris gropes you roughly, his harsh touches making your cunt clench in anticipation. Fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, and he pulls them down.

Cool air hits your folds, leaving you even more vulnerable than you already are. Your eyes flutter shut as you wait for the first spank, but it never comes. Rustling is heard behind you, and you want to look at Chris badly.

Your caregiver fumbles with the buttons and zipper on his pants. His cock begs to be released and shoved inside your tight, warm, wet channel. The memories of you wetting yourself in front of him replay in his mind over and over—making his member twitch under the confines.

Rather than stinging, you feel the leaky, mushroom tip of your Daddy’s cock. It presses against your fuckhole, and the realisation has you clenching on instinct. “Look at that tiny pussy, baby. Daddy’s cock always abuses this little hole, hm? Poor thing…”

You whimper at his words, the filth never failing to leave you weak. Chris rubs his engorged cock between your folds that are soaked with different fluids. The pre-cum that rolls in beads mixes with your mess, and he hisses from the friction.

Each time the older man’s member rubs on your clit, you bite back a whine. You’re not sure what your penalty is, but you take whatever Chris gives you. “I wish I could stretch this cunt out, princess, but Daddy needs to punish you, so you’re just gonna handle it like a big girl, okay?” he tells you.

But he doesn’t wait for your response. He simply lines up with your entrance and pushes in roughly, bottoming out in one strugglesome stroke. “Shit, you’re so tight, baby. Even after I’ve pounded this fuckhole, you still feel like a fucking vice,” Chris groans, his balls touching your wet clit.

His cock is so deep inside you that it’s overwhelming. Your varying emotions burn into each other and leave you a blur. A few seconds pass, and while you still haven't adjusted fully, the stretch isn’t as bad as it was at first.

Short breaths leave your mouth as you soothe yourself. “You better take this dick like a good girl, princess. Or else Daddy’s gonna have to punish you even more,” Chris husks, his voice full of darkness and capability.

“‘M gonna take your cock like a good girl, Daddy! I promise!” you whisper-shout cheerfully. He hums in delight, looking at your face in the mirror's reflection. It’s squished as you’ve pressed your head against your folded arms, keeping yourself low as you’re ashamed. “Good girl.”

Chris can read you like a picture book—the easiest task he’ll ever be handed.

Eventually, he pulls his hips back until just his mushroom head remains inside your cunt. He already shines with your wetness. Then, he sheathes himself once again and begins to fuck you. His pace is moderate, but his thrusts are rough.

It’s almost as if your cervix bruises with each push and pull. Occasionally, your Daddy’s cock kisses your sweet spot and leaves you shuddering with pleasure. You gnaw on the skin of your arm as you try your best to not whine.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, your wet squelches and pathetic moans following. “Such a dirty little whore, hm? Making a mess everywhere, and you still want Daddy to fuck you,” Chris spits, and you hum as best as possible.

You angle your eyes to the mirror, and watch as your fully-clothed boyfriend fucks into you. The hair piled on his head falls just a bit as he looks down, watching your cunt stretching around his thick cock.

Suddenly, one of the hands that grip your waist tightly comes up to your head, grabbing the back of your skull. Chris leans forward, his chest pressed against your back as his head slots between the crook of your neck. He looks at the mirror and locks gazes with you, his thrust halting as his hand approaches your face.

Thick fingers rest against your cheek, and you give your Daddy a shy smile. He returns it before pulling his palm away. You barely have time to let out a sound of confusion when he lands a smack on your skin. Chris does so continuously, slapping you until your skin stings and numbs.

At the same time, the older man grinds his cock inside you. The friction is delicious and contrasts the pain that blooms in your face. He groans right in your ear, and you let out whimpers that sound like sobs mixed with moans.

His balls rub against your clit as his cock tortures both your spongey spot inside you and your cervix. Your skin feels raw once Chris is done abusing it, waiting for the next blow even though it doesn’t come. His touch is like a phantom—you still feel it.

“Messy little girl… It’s a good thing you have Daddy here to clean up after you,” he coos, kissing your other cheek before he resumes his thrusting. “T– Thank you, Daddy,” you obediently tell Chris, the coarse hairs of his beard scraping your right cheek. It almost balances the pain in your visage.

“You made me do this, baby. This is all your fault. See what happens when you don’t do what Daddy says? You become a disgusting little thing,” Chris grunts, his words mean but true. His thrusts move with such ease—your arousal is more than obvious now. “But it’s okay. Daddy loves nasty little girls like you.”

He presses chaste kisses to the side of your face, tongue trailing along where your tears streaked. Your caregiver laps up the remaining saltiness on your skin. “You’re just leaking everywhere, aren't you, princess? From those little doe eyes to that tight cunt of yours,” Chris moans, picking up the pace and roughness of his thrusts again.

You cry out as a different pressure builds inside you. It’s not as painful as the previous one but just as demanding. Flames lick at your insides as you cry out, a signal for your Daddy.

“Awe, is my little girl gonna come already? Hm? Gonna make another mess?” the older man taunts, nipping at your ear. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you moan, your thighs squeezing together, and your breathing quickens.

“I think you’ve done enough begging for the day, baby. Go ahead, cream Daddy’s cock and then I’ll forgive you,” Chris tells you, and the bargain is more than enough for your core to clench around his cock. You squeeze him tightly, crying out, Daddy. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m your Daddy, and you better listen to me all the time.”

You nod your head as your slick coats his red member. Creaminess spills out of your sweet cunt, and Chris groans at the sight. The tightness around his cock is addictive, the very thing he has to fantasise about when he’s away from home.

“Shit, look at all that cream, baby. Such a good little slut for me—squeezing my cock with that dirty fuckhole a’ yours,” he seethes, an arm wrapping around your shoulders and pressing you close to his chest. “Mmm… Th– Thank you, Daddy!” you squeal, each punch of Chris’s hips pushing a moan out of your throat.

He groans against your skin, taking in the scent of you that is simply unforgettable. While the older man is musk and cologne, you’re sweet lotion and sweat—tears and fear, too.

You can barely breathe steadily with the way your boyfriend is fucking you. He abuses your sopping hole and leaves no room for you to catch a break. Your cream soaks his cock and drips down his heavy, swollen balls. The sacks slap against your clit and send jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Stupid slut, pissing everywhere like you’re a little baby. But you are, aren’t you? A stupid little baby who can’t live without her Daddy,” Chris groans, remembering the fear in your eyes and the mildly tinted stream that flowed down your legs and onto the floor. “See what happens when you don’t listen to your Daddy? You become a mess that even you can’t clean up.”

Nodding your eyes, his words sink in like sharp blades on soft skin—skin stained with pee because you just had to be a dumb baby.

Another orgasm shines past the horizon, slowly peeking and ready to blend with the intensity of the night that once was. “Ah—Daddy– Gonna come again. Can I come, please? Please? ‘S so good…” you plead, words dragging into a pathetic moan. “Already, baby? Oh, you’re such a dirty girl. Good thing Daddy knows how whores should get treated. Go ahead, come on my cock since you just can’t help it.”

On his order, the elastic inside you snaps quickly, and you flood Chris’s cock with your slick once more. The room smells of filthy things—sex, sweat, spit, and urine.

“Good girl,” Chris grunts in your ear as you squeeze him tightly. “Such a good fucking girl.”

You babble like the baby you are, making your caregiver laugh. His chuckle is a low baritone that makes you even wetter. Squelching sounds join your moans and a ring of creaminess forms at the base of his cock. It stains Chris’s flushed skin and the trimmed hairs there.

“T– Thank you, Daddy. Thank you s– so much…” you pant, riding your high as your boyfriend fucks you through the euphoria. His thrusts haven’t relented and keep that same rough, punishing pace. Repeatedly, he attacks either your sweet spot or your cervix, causing you to wince and whine. “You’re welcome, princess.”

Helpless, you try to slump down. Your body gives out, and you give all your weight to Chris. He holds you up with his incredible strength before tutting. “Uh-uh, already fucked out, baby? How pathetic. It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. Just give up,” he snarls, and you nod your head. He’s rendered you wordless—stupid, really.

“You feel good and stupid, hm? Letting Daddy’s fat cock fill you up inside of some thoughts. Dumb, cock-hungry whore,” he groans, chest and muscles all flexing as you clench down.

Wet walls squeeze Chris so tightly—almost as if you’re just to fight him, trying to push his cock out of your cunt. But don’t you know? You were made to take his dick—moulded like his custom-made fleshlight.

The dresser’s mirror bounces against the wall each time Chris thrusts forward, pounding your little cunt. Your lips itch for something, either a passionate kiss or your pacifier. But you’re being punished right now, and the last thing you want to do is upset your Daddy.

His roughness is practically terrifying. It’s like the one who has sworn to protect you is bullying you and your poor little pussy. You lie there helpless, taking Chris’s cock because it’s what he wants you to do.

Loud grunts, groans, and moans are in your ear, the volume hurting you so badly. But the sounds themselves are gorgeous.

Your Daddy’s impressive shaft pulls high-pitched sounds and your wetness out of you. He drips in your cream, soaking the area surrounding the connection. “So wet for Daddy even though he’s just so mean to you, huh? I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, baby,” Chris notes.

You’re too far gone to understand what he’s saying. It’s kind of like when he’s in his meetings, and he uses those big words that you never hear of until then. You get hung up on his pronunciation, replaying it over and over until it sounds like absolute nonsense.

A third climax claws its way through your body, leaving pleasurable wounds in its wake. “O– Oh my! D– Daddy, can I come again?” you politely request, hoping he’s let you. This one is so intense that you’re sure you’ll make another mess that, fortunately, won’t be as humiliating as your earlier one. “Again? You’re joking, right?”

The harshness of his tone makes you whimper, but you still nod your head. “No, no, you don’t get to come, baby. What a fucking slut,” Chris spits, and just as you’re about to squirt all over his member, he pulls out.

You’re left sobbing and gaping, fuckhole stretched wide open and repeatedly clenching around nothing. The sudden emptiness is almost unbearable. Your clit throbs, and you try to rub your thighs to alleviate the ache, but Chris doesn’t let you.

Your pussy is coated in shininess. The sparkle and gleam of your juices make the older man want to fuck his fist so badly, but he can’t.

“P– Please, Daddy!”

He stands back, his hold leaving and causing you to fall forward. Your chest heaves, and your heart clamours. Chris holds his cock in his dominant hand and pulls your skirt up even more.

“Shhh, shhh. Stay there—just like that,” he shushes. Suddenly, warm liquid coats your skin. It sprays on your back, your ass, your thighs, and drips down to the hardwood floors. You let out a sound of confusion that echoes like a sob.

Turning your head, you look back in horror and watch as your Daddy pisses on you. He’s called you his plaything, his doll, his fleshlight—what’s next? His personal urinal?

“Aww… How sweet. You and your pussy are crying, little one,” Chris coos. “Shh… No, no, it’s okay. It’s just your punishment, baby! I had to do it. You’re taking it so well. See? Daddy made a mess, too!”

His consolation works—the older man knows that. He watches as the tiny, pink, useless gears in your head turn before you nod your head and smile at him. Chris can feel himself getting harder in his hand.

Eventually, the stream stops, and he uses your wetness as lube. He jerks himself off in expert, quick strokes. He steps closer and aims for your cunt this time, watching as it adjusts to not having himself inside.

“W– Wait, D– Daddy! P– Please—Inside? Want you to fill me up with your cum, Daddy! Please! I won’t be a brat ever again! A– And I’ll clean up the messes, too!” you bargain, but Chris simply ignores you.

With a deep groan, he hits his climax. Ropes of cum land on your swollen folds wasted on marking you when you could’ve been filled up with his spunk. Instead of a cumdump, you’re now his little cumrag.

“Poor thing… You’re so messy. I guess Daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to clean up after yourself. I think you’d look cute in a maid’s outfit, baby. What do you think?”

You’re not sure what to say—expected. Dirty, dumb little girls like you don’t think. Daddy has to do everything for you.

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What about polyCG!dreamteam with sleepy little!reader and could it be he/they pronouns also could I be Jay anon ? :)

awww wan it 🥺

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Sleepy Baby

cg!dream team x gn!little!reader

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Your eyes slowly get heavier and heavier as you nuzzle into Sapnap’s chest.

He’s been holding you tightly, on call with George for one of his alt streams.

Dream is across the hall in his own office where you had originally started the night, curled up on his lap.

Sapnap had been whining that he was cold, a silent plead for you to come cuddle.

Before you knew it, you were curled up in his lap, his arms wrapped around you.

“You tired, bubs?”, Sapnap murmurs, running a hand up and down your back.

The feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your back almost seal the deal of putting you to sleep.

Your reply is unintelligible which makes him laugh.

“Don’t worry. I think George is going to end soon.”, he hums, resting his head on top of yours.

As you shift in his lap again, you accidentally drop your stuffie off the side of his chair.

A little whimper escapes your lips as you try to lean to grab it.

“What’s wrong?”, Sapnap leans back in his chair a bit to try to figure out what’s wrong by the look on your face.

“Stuffie.”, you stick out your lower lip, looking down at the stuffed animal on the floor.

Sapnap awkwardly leans over to pick it up, careful that you don’t fall off his lap in the process.

“Tanks.”, you give him a lopsided grin as you clutch the stuffie against your chest.

“My turn.”, George suddenly enters the room with no warning.

You and Sapnap both look slightly confused.

George must’ve ended the stream while both of you were occupied.

“Come here, love.”, George motions for you to take his hand.

“No.”, Sapnap protests.

You’re not in the mood to listen to an argument, so you get up to follow George.

“He shouldn’t have let you stay up that late.”, George mumbles under his breath as he leads you into the bedroom.

There’s a massive bed situated in the middle of the room, big enough for all four of you to comfortably sleep all together.

“No bed.”, you cross your arms, trying to put up your best attempt at a fight.

Earlier in the day, your caregivers had all promised to watch a movie of your choice with you before bed.

Now bedtime is upon you, and you haven’t watched your movie yet.

“Yes, bed. I can tell how tired you are.”, George teases, chuckling at how you try your best to look offended.

“No, no bed. Movie.”, you narrow your eyes at him.

George’s eyes widen at the mention of a movie; he had completely forgotten about their earlier promise.

Judging by how late it is, Dream and Sapnap must’ve forgotten too.

“We’re going to have to push back the movie, love. I’m so sorry.”, George apologizes, digging through one of your drawers to find a pair of pajamas for you.

“No!”

With your little mind getting even more fuzzy from fatigue, you can’t help but be angry about the movie.

Normally it probably wouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason, you seem extra fixated on them not keeping their promise to you.

“What’s going on?”, Dream peeks his head into the bedroom, fully entering when he sees you standing in front of George with your arms crossed and a pout on your face.

“Movie!”, you protest as he enters, hoping he’ll take your side.

It takes a second for him to figure out what’s wrong, but the realization hits him like a truck.

“Shit.”, he mumbles.

“Bad word.”, you reply, shooting him a look.

He knows he’ll have to make the movie up to you tomorrow, but he knows you seriously need to get some rest.

“I think somebody’s ready for bed.”, Dream changes the subject, crossing his own arms over his chest.

You shake your head, still not willing to give in this easy.

“Here, baby. Let us help you.”, Sapnap appears out of nowhere, holding up a pair of pajamas for you.

It’s no use arguing with them when they’re all teaming up on you, so you let them change you into a pair of pajamas, decorated with your favorite cartoon characters.

Dream picks you up, slightly poking at your sides to break your grumpy façade.

“Don’”, you try to wiggle away from him, but he doesn’t let up.

He settles you down on the bed in between him and George.

Sapnap climbs in behind George after turning off the lights, the slight glow from the LED’s in the room the only source of light around you.

“Story?”, you murmur, barely able to keep your eyes open anymore.

“Hmm, maybe if you ask nicely.”, George prompts you.

You let out a little sigh.

“Pease?”

George smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a way to reward you for your manners.

“What story do you want?”, Sapnap asks you, his chin resting on George’s shoulder so he can see all of you.

You take a moment to think, not really coming up with a good answer.

“I have one.”, Dream speaks up after a moment.

He tells a story about a cat that goes on adventures around the world, allowing George and Sapnap to jump in as they please.

“Next, she went on a plane.”

“No, a train.”

“No, a plane is better.”

“What if she walked?”

Even with their light bickering and sometimes strange ideas, their story does the job, and your eyes close as you fall asleep.

“Aww, they’re so cute.”

“Our little baby.”

“We’re so lucky.”

It’s hard for them to sleep when you look so cute and sweet sleeping yourself, but they can��t resist joining you in slumberland.

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