One Shots

Let Me Be Your Daddy (Ghorrorless)

This had been on my mind for forever, and I finally scrounged up the time to get it down on paper.

I curled up under the soft blankie my mom had gotten me for Christmas two years prior, relishing in its warmth and comfort in my bout of horrid solidarity.

My thumb found its way to my mouth unconsciously, and I dug around the small bunk until I found my stolen stuffie.

Mr. Fluffers wasn't mine, but Ghost had forgotten about him as soon as we boarded the bus and he'd seen the new stuffie his Daddy had bought him for the trip, so I decided to take care of him and give him cuddles, since his owner wasn't.

"I don't wanna!" I whimpered. Listening to Ghost act like a brat always made me feel extra lonely. All I wanted was a Daddy. I wasn't ever bratty. I hardly require any maintenance, and watching Ghost throw fits to get his way with his Daddy of two years makes me feel like I'm a failure of a little.

Rolling up into a little ball, I let myself cry quietly to myself. I figured the guys would all be too distracted by Ghost's fit to notice, but I was clearly mistaken.

"Rick?" I froze up, eyes wide in panic.

Of all people to find me in my most vulnerable state, it just had to be Chris.

In desperation to escape the awkward situation, I threw the covers over my head. "If he can't see me then he won't no noffing." I assured Mr. Fluffers, squealing when I felt my body being dragged out of the covers. "Nuuuuuh!" I tried to squirm away, but I should have know Chris was accustomed to dealing with a little in hiding.

He pulled me out so I was sitting on the edge of the bunk, his whiskey eyes staring down at me in amusement. I shrank back in fear, feeling my tummy start to knot in nervousness.

"Honey, there's no need to be scared." Chris lifted my chin with the tip of his forefinger, and my bottom lip began to quiver. "Yous gonna kick me outta da band." I buried my face in my hands, screaming when he reached out and touched me again.

I immediately regretted my behavior, and I latched onto Chris like a koala in apology. "Me sowwy." He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I frowned. "Ghost no like." I tried to push him away, but Chris wouldn't budge.

"Honey, look up at me." I did as he asked, putting my thumb in my mouth to comfort myself as he began to ask me questions.

"Have you always been a little, Ricky?" I nodded. "Oh, sweetie, you should have said something." Chris kissed my forehead, reaching up into a cubby hole and digging out a pacifier. "Get that thumb out of your mouth, honey." I put my hand back in my lap, and Chris popped the paci in my mouth. "Good boy."

I smiled behind the toy in my mouth.

Chris said I did good! I made him happy!

The much larger man tickled my tummy, and I giggled, snuggling up closer to him sleepily. "Close your eyes, little one." He cooed. "Daddy will be here when you wake up, I promise."

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I laid Ricky down in his bunk, slipping the baby monitor I had brought for Ghost onto the velcro above his head so I could hear him when he wakes up.

When I returned to the lounge, Ghost was in the corner, arms crossed, pout in full force, and Balz was watching him with a hawk's eye. He didn't turn his head once, but he knew it was me when he saw Ghost trying to turn around.

"Did I say to turn around, Devin?" My little brat shook his head, sniffling for dramatic effect. I sighed. "Are you going to apologize to your Uncle Balz? Or am I going to have to give you spankings?" When I mentioned putting him over my knee he straightened up. "Me sowwy, Balzy!" Ghost ran over and hugged the keyboardist, who softened under the touch of my little.