Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Daddy Pt. 3 // Ethan Dolan

would it be easier to kind of think of 'Princess' as a little? IDK much about this field, but i'm trying -KudosDolan

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I woke up, my hair a tangled mess. My face needed a good wash, as did my body. I wandered out of my room, padding down to Daddy's. I saw him sleeping peacefully, his face buried against a pillow. I waddled over, straddling his back. I sat on his upturned backside, bouncing,

"Wake up Daddy." I poked his back. He groaned,

"Morning Princess." He turned, tipping all of my weight on my right knee.  I smiled brightly. Daddy squinted,

"Princess needs her princess tools doesn't she?" He winked. I nodded. He got up, walking over to a cabinet. He opened it, pulling out a couple of grocery bags. I clapped,

"For Princess?" I sat back on my knees. Daddy laid the bags in front of me,

"For Princess." He watched me eye the bags. I picked one, dumping its contents carefully. A hairbrush, hair gel, hair ties, and headbands tumbled out. I patted the spot next to me,

"Here Daddy." I waited. He crawled over, sitting next to me. I leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek,

"Thank you Daddy." I dumped the rest of the bags, clothes, shoes, and jewelry tumbling across the bed. I folded all the bags neatly, placing them aside before organizing everything. I turned to Daddy, kissing his cheek again,

"Thank you Daddy." I grabbed all of my shower things, headed for my room. Daddy grabbed my hood, pulling me back gently,

"Princess is going to use Daddy's bathroom today. Okay?" He had turned me to face him. I nodded,

"Yes Daddy." I walked into the big bathroom, lining everything up on the shower ledge. I started it, the hot water almost immediately creating steam. I shimmied out of Daddy's hoodie, stepping into the shower and breathing deeply. I felt two hands on my waist, jumping. I turned, Daddy's smile reassuring me. I glanced down to avoid his stare, met with his completely naked lower half,

"Daddy!" I covered my face. My wrists were pulled at, eventually moved from my face. Daddy was giggling,

"Princess, don't be embarrassed." He smiled. I shook my head,

"Daddy's naked." I closed my eyes and turned, refusing to look at him. Daddy's hand wandered my back,

"Princess, look at me." A slight pressure on my back rocked me forward. I shook my head,

"No." I reached for my body wash, washing my body. Daddy squeezed my hips,

"Princess, look at me, now." He squeezed again. I ignored him, refusing to see him naked. I was about to wash my face, but Daddy got angry, hitting my butt. Soft enough to stay gentle, but hard enough to get my attention. I turned, eyes shut,

"Yes Daddy?" My voice was low, cautious. His hands stayed on my backside,

"What did I say about doing what Daddy says?" His tone was serious. I slowly opened my eyes,

"Do what Daddy says when Daddy says it." I looked down, careful to avoid his lower half. He pulled me closer,

"That's right. And what do bad girls get?" His voice was menacing. I swallowed,

"B-Bad girls get punished Daddy."

~1 p.m.~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

I stayed in my room all day, afraid that Daddy would punish me for being bad. I heard footsteps, then Daddy,

"Princess, come here." His voice was loud, it carried through the hallway. My body froze, but I forced myself to go to his room. I peeked in, cowering slightly. Daddy waved me forward, patting his lap afterwards,

"Come have a seat Princess." He didn't look angry. I sat down on his lap, shaking from my fear. Daddy grabbed my hips,

"Princess, tell Daddy what you did wrong." He was calm. I shifted, moving my foot,

"Princess didn't follow Daddy's rules. Princess didn't listen to Daddy the first time." My head whirled with a multitude of punishments I was in for. Daddy nodded,

"Now, is Princess sorry?" His eyes changed in color, the sunlight making them green. I nodded vigorously,

"Princess is sorry." I felt sick to my stomach. Daddy nodded,

"This is the only time Princess gets a warning. Mess up again and I'll have to punish you." He pressed his lips against my forehead. I let out a deep breath, physically drained. I wrapped my arms around Daddy's neck,

"Princess is sorry."  I buried my head into his shoulder, holding him tightly. He rubbed my back,

"It's okay. Princess just has to follow directions, okay?"

~1 week later~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

I woke up early, getting in my own shower and washing up. When I was finished, I rifled through my closet, eventually finding one of Daddy's long sweaters. I slipped it on, putting on jean shorts under it even though the hoodie covered most of my body. I wandered out of my room, sitting in the kitchen quietly. Daddy walked out, shirtless. His sweatpants looked like they would pool at his ankles at any moment,

"Morning Princess." He kissed the top of my head,

"Do you want some breakfast?" He started rifling through the cabinets. I shook my head,

"Princess isn't hungry." I played with my nails. Daddy walked over, tipping my face up,

"Is Princess okay?" His eyes wandered my face. I nodded,

"Princess just not hungry." I jumped up,

"Princess wanna play." I danced around. Daddy laughed,

"Daddy's going to get ready first and then we can play with all of your toys."

~Around 1 p.m.~

I held up the coloring page I'd finished,

"Look Daddy!" I slid the neatly colored picture towards him. He looked at it, smiling,

"That's so good Princess." He held his up, pouting,

"Daddy didn't do so well." His lines weren't too clean. I shook my head,

"It could be better." I went back to coloring. I heard sniffling. I looked over, Daddy's face in his hands. I immediately felt bad,

"Princess is sorry Daddy!" I tossed myself into his lap, straddling him. He sniffed again,

"You hurt my feelings Princess." He kept his face covered. I pulled his wrists,

"I SORRY!" I kissed his forehead. He uncovered his face, tackling me. I squealed as he dug his fingers into my sides, tickling me. I laughed,

"D-Daddy, I'm SORRY!" I kicked my legs. He laughed at me, eventually stopping. I took a deep breath, sitting up. Daddy helped me up, hugging me tightly after,

"I'm sorry Princess." He rocked side to side. I fake pouted, moving away from him,

"No, you're a meanie." I crossed my arms. Daddy hummed,

"Maybe some ice cream would make Princess happy." He knew I would get excited. I turned happily,

"Princess would like that."

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