dnf smut & oneshots

☆ small state of mind

words: 1815
description: george slips into little space and gets upset when dream doesn't understand.
warnings: age-reg, trauma.
CG: dream
little: george

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george's pov:

ever since i was about 16, if i was in a state of comfort and felt extremely safe, id slip into little space. i cant control when it happens which is the only bad thing about it, i can try to hold it off but then it just makes me really grumpy and frustrated when i do eventually slip. dream and i had been dating for about 4 months now and even though i've felt the most safe i ever have in my life, i've only seemed to regress when he's already asleep.

"george do you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?" dream asks, placing his hands on the back of my chair, making me pause minecraft.

"yeah babe, lemme just finish the stream first," i turn around and he places a small kiss on my forehead. we told everyone that we were dating about 2 months ago so now we don't have to hide our love for eachother. "i'll be down in 10."

"alright baby, i'll pick a movie." he left the room and i finished up the stream, picking up all my red bull cans to take downstairs. i changed into a pair of short shorts and one of dreams big hoodies, before heading to the living room.

"mmh it's so warm in here," i remarked, seeing the fireplace turned on and the couch covered in blankets and pillows. "it's like a little nest." dream chuckles before pulling me onto the couch and resting my head in his lap, playing with my slightly curled hair.

after about 20 minutes of him playing with my hair and holding my hand with his free one, i feel that oh so familiar feeling of safety and softness begin to envelop me. no no no no not right now. i hadn't told dream about my regressing yet, i wanted to keep it a secret for as long as possible. as i fight the urge to slip, he presses a soft kiss on my forehead, sending me into a spiral of happiness and smallness.

dreams pov:

"you comfy baby," i pipe up, hearing george humming softly, playing with the rings on my fingers. "i gotta get up to piss real quick, i'll be back in a minute." as i went to prop myself up, i heard a little whimper coming from the smaller brunette on my lap. he holds onto my hand like i was about to be swept away by the wind.

"n-no, d-daddy stay," he looked up at me, looking like a doll with his dilated, glazed over eyes and flushed cheeks. "p-pwease." confusion filled my brain, he only ever calls me daddy in the bedroom.

third person pov:

since george was feeling so little at the moment, he didn't understand that dream was just going to the bathroom. every time dream went to pull away from him, he'd feel little tears start to fall from his eyes, thinking his daddy was going to leave him.

"george, chill out i just need to piss, i'll be back. damn." dream let out a laugh, he'd never known his boyfriend to be so clingy to the point of crying. "stop acting like a child." he said this in a way that normal george would understand, but for little george, it felt like a knife going straight through his heart.

"i-i s-sowwy d-daddy." he choked out between sobs, grabbing a blanket before running as fast as his little body could take him upstairs. as george got back into their room, all he could think about was what dream said.

'stop acting like a child' words that he'd heard too much in his childhood, this being the reason for his regressing. george grabbed a fistful of a hoodie dream had left on the bed, desperately trying to calm himself down with his smell. how could his daddy, the one he thought could protect him and baby him, say something so hurtful.