<b>German Parent:</b> Let me tell you a bedtime story, sweety :)<p/><b>Tale:</b> *Guy gets eaten alive by the dogs he used to torment*<p/><b>Tale:</b> *young boy whoms fingers are getting cut off because he wouldnt stop sucking on them*<p/><b>Tale:</b> *Girl plays with fire and burns herself and her house down*<p/><b>Tale:</b> *Young boy starves to death because he's a picky eater*<p/><b>Tale:</b> *Boy gets blown away by the wind and is never heard of again*<p/><b>Tale:</b> *Boy drowns because he's dreaming too much and thus isn't aware of his surroundings*<p/><b>Tale:</b> *Children are led to their death by a flute playing maniac because their parents didn't want to pay their debts*<p/><b>German Parent:</b> Good night my little ones (:<p/></p>
❤️ be playful and silly, your friends and family are probably more familiar with your little side than you think. Joking around and being goofy is a great way to let your little side out
❤️ where something that makes you feel cute. My little side really likes pastel colors, my puppy side really likes black. So I have been incorporating those colors into my wardrobe.
❤️ have a cute water bottle with you. Drinking water or juice out of cute bottles is a very simple way to feel smol. I recently got a unicorn bottle at Walmart and no one looks twice at it, except to say how cool it is and I feel very cute when I use it.
❤️ Listen to music that makes you feel little, or listen to an audio book. I have a little playlist of a bunch of Disney songs and other music that makes me feel little. I also LOVE audible! It’s like someone is reading me a bed time story.
❤️download some cute little apps. Tumblr is great, but may be a little obvious. I love the game Neko Atsume, it’s a virtual yard that cats come to and play. I also like My Boo Album, it’s a sticker collection app.
❤️ eat food that makes you feel little. When I’m out in public I like to eat fruit, especially if it’s cut up. I also like juice boxes, cheese sticks, graham crackers, teddy grahams, gold fish. Just about any snacks will work, but I would not eat actual baby food out and about. If you want something similar apple sauce is a great alternative.
❤️ fidget toys or other main stream stim toys. They are cute, stylish and fun, all while helping with anxiety and stress are inconspicuous.
❤️ bring a small toy or stuffie with you in your bag. It is a big comfort to know that you have a soft friend with you wherever you are
♡ What time is your bedtime?
♡ Do you like being tucked in or half covered?
♡ Big fluffy blankie or soft thin blankie?
♡ Bed time story or movie?
♡ Milky or juicy?
♡ Do you have strict bedtime rules?
♡ Are you fussy or easy to put to seep?
♡ Feet out or in?
♡ Footie pjs or onesie?
♡ Binkie or thumb?
♡ Cuddled up or sprawled out?
♡ Nightlight or no nightlight?
♡ Bath time or shower?
♡ Favorite stuffie?
♡ Heavy sleeper or light sleeper?
♡ Do you wake up for midnight snacks?
♡ Side sleeper? Back sleeper? Tummy sleeper?
♡ Do you have to be warm or cool to sleep well?
spring wlw; racing each other through meadows, picnics by the riverside, small bracelets made of daisies, ice lollies, lying down and noticing shapes in the clouds
floral wlw; arranging bouquets, long walks through english gardens, flower crowns, tucking a flower behind their ear, floral summer dresses
library wlw; whispering between aisles of books (+ hiding from the librarian), reading bed time stories, sharing favourite books, staying up late discussing recently-finished novels, writing secret messages in between the lines
soft wlw; cuddling under the blankets, watching the rain, listening to music on the rooftop, long walks at the beach, sharing sweaters
summer wlw; matching sun hats, sipping peach iced tea, being the best looking couple at the beach, lying side by side in a sunflower field, cycling on a tandem bike
forest wlw; picking berries, tree-climbing competitions, strolling through the lovely dark and deep woods, laurel wreaths, studying nature together
princess wlw; gifting each other tiaras, sneaky glances, ballroom dancing in gossamer gowns, secret conversations in carriages, long handwritten letters
moon wlw; silver eyeshadow, heated late night debates, evening walks, stargazing, secret conversations at 3AM
road trip wlw; making plans together, toasting marshmallows by the bonfire, sleeping in tents, swim-racing in the river, singing together in the car
glow wlw; neon shoes, eating dinner in an empty diner at 11PM, 7/11 shopping dates, texting each other at 3:58AM, watching the sun rise
space wlw; watching space movies, visits to the planetarium, 2AM debates on the existence of aliens, matching constellation tattoos, sun & moon chokers
mermaid wlw; lavender+aqua+silver hair, 2-people pool parties, swimming far out in the ocean, collecting seashells, doing each other's hair (fishtail braids lmao)
We all know Little’s have a hard time getting ready for bed when they don’t have their Mommy/Daddy there. It can be frustrating for both parties when the little is fussing because they’re tired and refuse to go to sleep because they don’t have Daddy/Mommy. So I’m gonna attempt to come up with some (hopefully) helpful routines to get your Little to bed with less fuss.
🌙 | Phone call. Call your Little Prince/Princess before they go to bed. Listening to their CG’s voice can soothe any worries they have in the moment. It may even help with nightmares.
🌙 | Rules. Give them a set of routines to do every night before bed, such as: Brush your teeth, Brush your hair, Change into PJ’s, Glass of water.. and so on.
🌙 | During the phone call, if there’s time, read them a bed time story, sing to them, or just babble about how much you love them or how your day went. I’m sure they won’t care what you’re talking about as long as you’re paying attention to them. Use pet names, their favorites, your favorites, and coo at them! Not necessarily baby talk, bring out the Mommy/Daddy voice.. the same voice when you compliment/praise your baby.
🌙 | Remind them how much you love them, why you love them, why you love being their Mommy/Daddy. Remember all little’s need constant reassurance they’re not too needy or in anyway annoying.
🌙 | Make sure they’re happy/content. If they’re sad, they are definitely going to have nightmares and need your help (though there’s nothing wrong with needing help). If your little girl/boy has anxiety, then you need to make sure they’re not upset about anything.
It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.
Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I can’t wait to watch my wife try and slowly manipulate her glowing body out of my car as we make our way to the ultra sound appointment.
I can’t wait to pull a small piece of paper out of my pocket that has about 300 questions I have to ask our doctor.
I can’t wait until the doctor tells me google exists and I will be just fine.
I can’t wait to stand in the book store carrying more “how to” books than necessary to the cash register. Looking both bewildered and enamoured as my wife shakes her head with embarrassment at my intense excitement.
I can’t wait to hear her tired voice ask me for Pringles and peanut butter.
I can’t wait to be laying on her belly and feel a small foot on the side of my head.
I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife standing in the mirror rubbing me stomach slightly concerned.
I can’t wait to reach my hands around and pull her in tight and whisper how utterly stunning she is. How unbelievably lucky I am. How unbelievably lucky our “little guy is.”
I can’t wait to discuss who’s genes you’re going to get. Argue over who’s nose we hope you have.
I can’t wait to hear the “it’s time.”
I can’t wait to be next to her, holding her hand. I know she’ll tell me she can’t do it. But I damn well know she can. She will be the strongest bravest person I know.
I can’t wait to hear your cries as you breath into this world.
I can’t wait to look down at my wife, exhausting, but glowing. She’ll be looking at you. But I’ll be looking at the two of you. No moment will ever match this. No moment will ever feel so accomplishing. So important. As to when I see my family together for the first time.
Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I’m so excited to hear uncoordinated footsteps fill the hallways of my home. Followed by high pitched laughed filled screams and the voice of my wife shouting “I’m gunna getcha!”
I can’t wait to pull you both close onto my lap as I read the same bed time story I’ve read every single night for the past month.
Watch both of your chests rise and fall together as your breath becomes rhythmic.
I can’t wait to sit on that couch with you both asleep in my lap not wanting to move because no matter how tired, how uncomfortable I am. For god sakes I couldn’t look away if I tried.
There are so many things in this world I look forward too. But this lifetime I’m going to get to create? I am so excited for.
What does Daddy/Mommy do when their Princess/Prince is sleeping?
• Goes back and re-reads all of our messages
• Looks at all the cute pictures we have saved from our Love bugs wishing they were sleeping right next to us
• Thinks about hugging/holding/cuddling Kitten, watching their favorite Disney movies/tv shows
• Remembers all the time spent with the Little One and replays the memories over and over again
• Listens to music that reminds us of our Angel
• Watch Disney movies/shows to put us in our daddy/mommy space and act like Baby is right there with you
• Cuddles stuffed animals/pillows, pretending it’s our Little Girl/Boy
• Read their favorite bed time stories, as if they were there
• Become a Lonely Daddy/Mommy without their Princess/Prince to protect them from the monsters. We need protection, too..
• Send them cute messages while they sleep so they have something to wake up to, knowing they were thought of/missed
Mommies/Daddies get lonely, too!! To all the littles who may be self concious about being needy.. we are needy, too! We always want your attention, even if we’re busy, we’re still thinking about you precious angels.
-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again.
-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery.
-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.
-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.
-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief.
-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week.
-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.”
-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)
-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears.
-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.”
“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town.
-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection
-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.
-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)
-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you.
-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.
-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.”
-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra.
-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you
-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties.
-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you.
-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.
-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.
-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out.
-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”
-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.
-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,
-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents.
Could you do an Ashton smut where you baby sit his kids because he’s so stressed? Business man and wife left him. So of course he needs a stress reliever. And that’s (y/n). She’s a bad bitch😉👏🏻
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And please remember that I am open for requests if you have any, just don’t expect them to come out right away.
You couldn’t resist the adorable five year old child in front of you. The way her small lips would turn into a pout and her head would tilt slightly to the left made it practically impossible to say no to another serving of ice cream. You were weak, and she knew it too.
She clapped her hands and beamed up at you. Despite the pit in your stomach telling you not to give the adorable devil another serving, you reluctantly handed her another bowl, slightly smaller than the last, filled with chocolate ice cream.
As she scarfed down her second dessert, you checked your phone to see if her father, Ashton had texted you. You had immediately volunteered to babysit his daughter after his job started picking up it’s pace.
He was childhood friends with your older brother so when he complained to your brother about needing a part-time nanny, you actually raised your hand like a school girl. Not only did you love spending time with Ellie, you also needed money for food, being a junior in college.
Although Ashton had a beautiful child and a decent job, you always felt bad for him because he had to grow up faster than anyone you knew. Getting a girl pregnant at age eighteen takes a toll on people. Especially when the girl you impregnate leaves you with a two week year-old baby because she “couldn’t handle being responsible for another human being.”
“I’m tired,” Ellie whined, reaching her hands up to rub her eyes. You quickly snapped out of your daze and picked her up.
“Bed time story?” you asked the sleepy toddler. She nodded quickly which made you smile at her eagerness.
Just as her eyes closed you let out a sigh and had just started cleaning up the mess she had made the past few hours when you heard the front door close from within the apartment.
You walked out into the living room to see Ashton looking down at the bills strewn across the kitchen table. “Hey Ash, I just put her to bed.”
A light smile grazed his lips. “Thanks, (Y/n).”
With the small smile on his face you recalled just how attractive he was. His sandy brown hair was long, but still a reasonable length and his light green eyes were always warm. You hadn’t told anyone this, except for your best friend back in high school, but you had always found him attractive.
“Do you want to stay and watch a bit of TV for a little but because I technically said I wouldn’t be home for another thirty minutes. O-or if you have to go that’s fine too,” his face grew slightly red.
You laughed, “Yeah sure. How was work?” you asked, moving to sit crisscross on his couch.
He sat down close to you and sighed, “Actually insane. I feel like I’m in high school all over again. Whatever papers that they give me to complete, they just seem to go unused. It’s like the busy work Mr. Greene would give us. Did you have Mr. Greene?”
You nodded as he grabbed the remote for the television. “Of course. I don’t remember anything from his class because his voice would just put me to sleep,” you both laughed.
“Exactly. That’s like every meeting that I am forced to go to. My boss is practically Mr. Greene and I can never focus because his voice makes me want to fall asleep.”
Deciding to be bold, you placed your hand on his knee and rubbed it soothingly, “Why don’t you just quit? You’re obviously not enjoying it.”
He didn’t seem fazed so you moved your hand up a little further, “Because I need the money. It’s the best job that offers no college experience required.”
Your hand was now slowly caressing his mid-thigh over the pants to his suit. “W-what are you doing?” he asked suddenly, looking down at your hand.
You shrugged and brought your hand up a little higher, “You just seem so stressed and I thought I could maybe help you a little.”
His breath got caught in his throat, “Y-yeah?”
Slowly nodding, you brought you hand on his quickly growing bulge. “Yeah.”
With just the slightest of touches, he quickly inhaled and closed his eyes.
Because he wasn’t denying you, you applied pressure to the tent in his pants which made him groan.
Slowly, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down achingly slow. “Is this okay?” you asked.
“Yes, fuck, yeah,” he whimpered when you palmed him over his boxers.
A small smile stretched across your face as you crawled off of the couch and lowered yourself between his legs.
He visibly gulped, “W-what about your brother?”
While you pulled down his boxers you kept eye contact with him and shrugged, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
When his almost fully-erect member was released from its confines, he let out a long breath of air. Without hesitation, you gripped him and slowly tugged upward until he was a moaning mess. “I should come home stressed more often,” he laughed, shakily.
You bit your lip and looked back up at him to see he was staring down at you with hooded eyes. Boldly, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock which caused his eyes to roll back. “Oh shit. Baby, your tongue feels so good,” he whimpered.
Just the sight of him, hair matted, crisp, white shirt with only a few buttons still buttoned, made you wet.
You latched your lips around his tip and wasted no time before sinking your head all the way down his length. He wasn’t the longest you had ever had, but he was definitely the thickest.
His mouth widened considerably at the sight of his member down your throat. “You’re so hot when you suck my cock.”
You moaned at his words, the awkward Ashton now completely gone. The vibrations from your moan caused him to buck his hips. When your throat clenched around him he let out an exasperated grunt.
“I’m so close, fuck!” he moaned when he hit the back of your throat again. “I want to be inside you. Please,” he begged, tugging on your hair to pull you up.
“Are you sure?” you asked, surprised that he wanted more than just a blowjob. He nodded frantically and you stood up and walked towards his room. It took him a second to understand what your were doing, but he was soon on your heels.
Once you and Ashton entered his room, you hastily discarded your shirt and leggings. “Lie down,” you demanded.
He obeyed immediately and climbed onto his bed, only wearing his shirt. Your legs quivered at the sight of his member sticking straight up.
When he noticed you looking, a cocky smile spread across his face. “Enjoying the view?”
You rolled your eyes and tugged down your underwear, “Shut up, Irwin.”
His eyes widened when you moved to straddle him, “What’s wrong? Do you not want to?”
His head shook quickly, “No, I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been intimate with anyone since…” he trailed off.
“Since Ellie came?” He nodded. You leaned down and kissed his lips slowly. “Want me to be slow?”
“Fuck no,” he whined before lining up with your entrance so you could sink down.
Your mouth widened at his width. “Ash,” you moaned. You felt him sit up and lean against the bed frame.
“You feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispered, moving his hands to unbuckle your bra. He hummed when your boobs spilled out of their confines.
Slowly, you raised from his shaft and then quickly sunk back down. “Oh my god,” Ashton whimpered.
You started to grind on his cock, earning more moans from the two of you combined until he forcefully gripped your hips and continuously pulled you down on him.
“Ashton!” you yelled, forgetting about the five year-old not too far away.
He could hardly form a coherent sentence and mostly released loud moans and groans of pleasure.
“You’re so thick, Ash.”
He hummed at the feeling of your chests pressed together. “You’re so fucking tight, Jesus.”
“Are you close?” he asked, bringing a hand down to rub figure eights against your clit.
You clenched around him and nodded, “Yes.”
“I could fuck you all day,” he said, bringing his other hand to slap your ass.
Your mouth dropped as that sent you over the edge. You screamed his name repeatedly as the knot inside your stomach burst.
He continued to move your hips until he came in four, hot spurts.
When you had both settled down, he stopped your motion and rested his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses in his wake.
“What does this mean?” you asked him, feeling a little guilty for fucking up your friendship because you knew that after the sex you had just had, you wouldn’t want to remain just friends.
He moved his head to look you in the eyes, “What do you want this to mean?” he asked.
You thought for a minute before responding, “I want this to not be a one-time thing.”
He smiled, “Thank god, I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Yeah, I just don’t know what to tell your brother when he comes over in a couple minutes to see his baby sister naked, and still on my cock.”
1. He is awful jealous of Ponyboy, he knows just how much Darry has sacrificed to keep his family together, and Johnny craves to know a love like that. 2. Johnny has tried to kill himself, but he failed each time. 3. His biggest fear is dying young, unloved and alone. 4. Sylvia got him blind drunk to the point that he can hardly remember a single strand of information from the night before, but he woke up as naked as the day he was brought into this world. She used him. 5. Dally found out and boy was he pissed, but never at Johnny. No, he was pissed off at Sylvia, and boy if she wasn’t a girl, he’d have broken every bone in her worthless body. 6. Johnny’s mother cared about her son once upon a time. Until he grew up looking like the man that beat her senseless every single day. She began to hate Johnny with every fiber of her being. She told this to Johnny and he bawled his eyes out. 7. Johnny cried in Darry’s arms for hours on end the night they found him bloodied and broken, he begged Darry not to tell anyone. Darry didn’t utter a word about it. 8. When he was a child he would sit up in the trees and watch all the other little kids that had loving parent’s and he wondered why he wasn’t good enough to have a family like that. 9. The first time he felt love was from someone he didn’t share blood with. Mrs Curtis had been getting quite attached to the small greaser and when he stayed the night she would tuck him into bed right next to Ponyboy and tell them a bed time story, and then she would kiss them both on their foreheads, telling them both just how much she loved and appreciated them. 10. Each Christmas that passed he wouldn’t get a single thing, his parent’s always told him it was because he wasn’t good enough to get a present from Santa Claus.