DSMP AGERE ONESHOTS

As the minutes passed, Sapnap felt his mind start to slip—back into old habits, back into a place where he wasn’t fully in control of his actions. He nipped at George’s neck again, but this time, it wasn’t just a soft gesture of affection. It was something else, something deeper, as if the stress of everything that had happened—the judgment, the tension, the pain—was spilling out in the only way Sapnap knew how.

His hands tightened around George’s waist, pulling him closer, as his teeth lightly grazed George’s skin, a soft growl escaping his lips. He could feel himself regressing, falling into an old, familiar space where the world felt raw and unfiltered. There was something about the closeness, about the scent of George’s skin and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, that made him lose himself in the moment.

George stiffened for a second, but only for a moment. He could sense the change in Sapnap, the way his actions had shifted from tender affection to something a little more needy, a little more desperate. George’s hands gripped Sapnap’s shoulders gently, trying to ground him. “Sapnap,” he murmured softly, his voice gentle but firm, “Look at me.”

Sapnap's head was still buried against George’s neck, but George’s calm tone snapped him back just enough for their eyes to meet. There was something wild in Sapnap’s expression—something almost feral. It was as if he was trying to escape the weight of everything that had been said, the insults from George’s parents, the pressure he felt building inside. The only way he could cope, it seemed, was through this—this closeness, this roughness.

“I—I don’t want to feel like this,” Sapnap admitted, his voice cracking slightly. “I just want to forget everything... forget them... forget that I’m not good enough.” His voice lowered to a whisper, as if admitting his vulnerability made it more real. “I just want to be with you, George... and I don’t know how to be okay.”

George’s heart softened as he heard the pain in Sapnap’s voice. Gently, he placed his hand on the back of Sapnap’s neck, his fingers stroking through his hair. “You are good enough, Sap. Don’t ever think otherwise,” he said, his words firm but filled with compassion. “We’re not going anywhere, okay? You don’t have to do this alone. I’ll help you through it.”

Sapnap’s eyes fluttered shut, his grip loosening slightly as George’s words began to sink in. The momentary escape he had been seeking—through the nips, through the desperate need to feel something physical, to drown out the pain—faded. For a brief, fleeting moment, he allowed himself to feel safe. He allowed himself to let go of that part of him that was regressing, the part that had learned to cope through anger and frustration instead of through connection and healing.

"I’m sorry," Sapnap whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don’t know what came over me. I just—everything feels so much right now, and I didn’t know how to handle it."

George smiled softly, his thumb brushing over Sapnap’s cheek, wiping away the faintest trace of a tear that had escaped. "It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I’m here. We’re in this together, Sapnap. I’m not going anywhere."

The room felt quieter now, the tension beginning to dissipate as Sapnap slowly allowed himself to relax, his breathing evening out. The presence of George—so steady, so understanding—was grounding him in a way that nothing else had. As he leaned back slightly, pulling his face away from George’s neck, Sapnap took a deep breath. "Thank you," he said quietly, looking into George’s eyes. "I really needed to hear that."

George smiled, brushing Sapnap’s hair out of his eyes. "Anytime," he said, his voice warm. "You don’t have to carry it all on your own."

For the first time in days, Sapnap felt a flicker of hope—a small but significant shift in his heart. The connection he shared with George wasn’t about being perfect. It wasn’t about trying to meet anyone else’s expectations. It was about being there for each other when it mattered most, even when things felt like they were slipping out of control.

As the calmness of the moment settled around them, something in Sapnap’s expression shifted again. His eyes glazed over slightly, his body relaxing more than it had in what felt like forever. Without warning, the change hit him harder than he expected—he felt small, vulnerable, and the weight of the world seemed to disappear. He wasn’t Sapnap anymore, the rough, self-destructive version that carried the weight of anger and past mistakes.

In the blink of an eye, he slipped into littlespace.

His grip tightened around George’s plushie, the one he’d clung to for comfort whenever things felt overwhelming. His breathing slowed as he buried his face into the soft fabric, the simple act of holding it providing an anchor in a world that seemed too big and too harsh. The pacifier that had been tucked in his pocket all day found its way into his mouth as if it had been waiting for him. The familiar rubbery taste brought him a strange sense of peace, a feeling of safety he hadn’t realized he craved until now.

George, who had been gently holding him, noticed the change instantly. He recognized the signs—how Sapnap’s demeanor softened, how he became more childlike, more dependent. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it still took George a moment to process it fully.

"Hey, Pandas," George murmured softly, using the nickname that had become an anchor for Sapnap when he was in littlespace. It was a name Sapnap only responded to when he was small, and it always brought a sense of warmth, a connection that George cherished deeply. "You okay, little one?"

Sapnap nodded slightly, his pacifier still firmly in his mouth as he hugged the plushie even tighter to his chest. His eyes softened, a trace of vulnerability on his face that he often tried to hide when he wasn’t in littlespace. "Pandas," he whispered around the pacifier, the name slipping out almost instinctively. It was like slipping into a different version of himself—one that felt small, fragile, but somehow safe.

George’s heart melted at the sight. He gently ran his fingers through Sapnap’s hair, brushing it away from his face. "I’m here, little one," George said softly, his voice low and comforting. "You’re safe with me. You don’t have to worry about anything right now."

Sapnap let out a small sigh, the tension in his body easing as he sank into George’s embrace. His eyes fluttered closed as he let go of everything—the judgments, the pain, the responsibilities. In littlespace, none of that mattered. It was just George, and it was just him and his stuffed animals, his pacifier, the world reduced to something simpler, softer.

The moment felt timeless, suspended in warmth and security. For Sapnap, it was like coming home. And as he drifted in the peace of that space, he knew that, for now, he didn’t have to be anything more than Pandas. He didn’t have to fix everything. He didn’t have to be perfect. In George’s arms, he could just be small, and that was enough.

George smiled softly, his heart full as he watched over Sapnap, taking in the way his little one nestled against him. "I love you, Pandas," he whispered, knowing that Sapnap might not fully understand it in this moment, but it was the truth all the same.

Sapnap nuzzled closer, his grip tightening around the plushie, feeling secure. Dream entered the room with his usual energy, his voice carrying from the hallway as he started venting. "I can't believe Spirit is doing this again! Like, seriously? Does she not know how to take care of herself?!" His tone was loud and frustrated, clearly aggravated by whatever had happened with Spirit.

When Dream stepped into the room, he immediately noticed the change in atmosphere. Sapnap was curled up in George's arms, his pacifier in his mouth, holding onto his plushie with a soft expression on his face. Dream’s eyes softened immediately, seeing Sapnap in littlespace. His frustration melted away as he took in the sight.

George, noticing Dream's presence, glanced over at him and gave him a gentle smile. "Hey, Dream," he said quietly, trying not to disturb the peaceful moment with Sapnap. "What's going on with Spirit?"

Dream ran a hand through his hair and sighed, his frustration still palpable. "She's just... being Spirit," Dream said with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "I tried to help, but she keeps acting like I'm just a nuisance. Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore."

He noticed Sapnap again, now quiet and calm, and his expression softened further. Seeing Sapnap like this always reminded Dream of how fragile things could be, how small Sapnap could feel when the world weighed on him. Dream wasn’t about to let anything ruin this peaceful moment, especially not his complaints about Spirit.

With a sigh, Dream walked over and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms but still watching George and Sapnap. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I might need a break from Spirit for a bit," he admitted, a bit of humor in his tone, though his frustration still lingered. "Anyway, I’m guessing we’re doing this quiet time thing now? Not that I mind."

George smiled and nodded, gently running his fingers through Sapnap’s hair as the younger boy snuggled closer. "Yeah, it’s been a rough few days for him," George said softly. "We’ll deal with Spirit later. Right now, I just want to make sure Sapnap’s okay."

Dream nodded, taking a deep breath, and decided to let it go for now. "Alright. I’ll just go sit in the other room or something," he said, pushing away from the doorframe with a smirk. "But when he wakes up, I’m definitely complaining to him about Spirit. I think he’ll understand, right?"

George chuckled lightly, brushing a strand of hair from Sapnap’s forehead. "I’m sure he will. But for now, let’s just let him rest."

Dream gave one last look at Sapnap before heading out, the tension in his shoulders easing as he left the room, understanding the need for calm.

George stayed quiet for a few moments, watching over Sapnap, knowing that even though the world around them might still be chaotic, for now, they were all okay, and that was enough.

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As the night went on, the quiet comfort of the room wrapped around Sapnap like a soft blanket. The weight of the world, the judgment, and the struggles, all seemed so distant now. He had slipped further into a state of littlespace, but this time, it was even deeper—he had regressed fully into babyspace.

Sapnap woke up slowly, his eyes blinking in the dim light of the room. His thumb found its way to his mouth instinctively, and he sucked on it softly, looking around. The world felt big and overwhelming in this state, but George was still there, still close, and that was all that mattered.

His pacifier was resting next to him on the bed, but his thumb felt just as comforting as he curled up on George’s chest, his little body still so small, so innocent in this space. His stuffed animal was tucked tightly in his arms, the familiar comfort offering a sense of security he desperately needed.

George, who had been awake just enough to feel the change in Sapnap’s energy, smiled softly as he watched Sapnap in his babyspace. He was gentle with him, his hand running through Sapnap’s hair, but also ensuring he felt safe. His little one was so delicate in this state, needing only the reassurance that everything was okay.

"Sapnap," George whispered softly, his voice warm, "It’s okay, little one. You’re safe."

Sapnap let out a soft sound, his thumb still in his mouth as he looked up at George with wide, innocent eyes. His face was flushed with a faint pinkness, a sign of how young he had regressed. "Wuv you," he mumbled around his thumb, his words a little garbled, but the meaning clear.

George’s heart melted. He pulled Sapnap closer, cradling him gently in his arms. "I love you too, Pandas," George said quietly, using the nickname that Sapnap responded to in this state, the one that always made him feel small and cared for. "I’ll always be here to take care of you, okay?"

Sapnap nodded sleepily, his eyes fluttering as he relaxed into George’s hold. The pacifier that had been close to his side was now pressed gently into his mouth, and he instinctively began sucking on it, his hands gripping George’s shirt as he cuddled close.

It was clear that Sapnap was still processing everything in his own way, slipping deeper into the comfort of babyspace where he didn’t have to worry about anything else—no expectations, no judgment. Just the safety of George’s arms and the soft presence of the stuffed animals around him.

For George, this moment was bittersweet. Seeing Sapnap so vulnerable, so small, always tugged at his heartstrings. But it also reminded him that Sapnap was human—that sometimes, the weight of the world got too heavy, and it was okay to let go and lean on others.

He kissed the top of Sapnap’s head, his voice gentle. "Rest, little one. You’re safe now, I promise."

Dream, half-asleep and still groggy from his nap, wandered into the room quietly. The dim light from the hallway cast a soft glow, illuminating the peaceful scene before him. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes, still trying to shake off the sleepiness from his mind. His gaze softened when he saw George holding Sapnap close, the little one now fully regressed into babyspace, clutching his plushie and sucking on his pacifier with a peaceful, content expression.

Dream’s heart melted at the sight. He knew Sapnap needed this—the space to be vulnerable, to slip away from the harshness of the world, even if just for a little while. The vulnerability, the softness—it wasn’t something that came easily to Sapnap, but here, with George, in the warmth of their shared space, it seemed to come naturally.

A small, quiet smile crept across Dream’s face as he walked over to the bed, still feeling the haze of sleep, but knowing he wanted to be with them. His presence was needed, and he felt it in his bones. Dream slid into the bed on the other side of George, careful not to disturb either of them. Without a word, he stretched out, his arm gently wrapping around George’s waist, pulling himself closer to the two of them.

Sapnap, still half-awake and fuzzy in his babyspace, felt the shift in the bed and immediately recognized Dream’s presence. His eyes opened slightly, sleepy and wide, and he let out a soft giggle. The little one reached out for Dream, his tiny hands finding Dream’s arm and pulling it toward him, his face lighting up at the familiar touch.

"Dada..." Sapnap mumbled sleepily, his voice soft and innocent as he snuggled into Dream's side, feeling the warmth and security that came with having both of them close. "Wuv you, Dada."

Dream’s heart softened even more at the sound of Sapnap’s small voice, so innocent and sweet. The nickname ‘Dada’ always made him feel more connected to Sapnap, reminding him of the softer, more caring part of their bond. "I love you too, little Pandas," Dream whispered, his voice warm and comforting as he nuzzled into Sapnap’s hair, feeling the soft curl of it between his fingers. "You're safe here with us."

George smiled as he watched the two of them, his arms wrapped protectively around both of them. The sight of Dream and Sapnap in this quiet, peaceful moment made his heart swell. It was rare for them all to be so close, so at ease, but when it happened, it was magical.

"Everything’s okay, little one," George whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Sapnap’s face. "You’re surrounded by love. We’re right here."

Sapnap let out a contented sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed even further. His pacifier was still gently in his mouth, and he felt safe—secure in the warmth of his two most important people, his “Dada” and “Georgie.” His little hands tightened around the fabric of Dream’s shirt, a silent plea for more closeness, more safety.

Dream pulled him in tighter, one hand gently rubbing Sapnap’s back, comforting him. "I got you, little one," Dream murmured, feeling an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and love for the smaller, vulnerable version of Sapnap. "We both do."

The three of them settled into a peaceful silence, the weight of the world outside forgotten for now. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional sleepy mumble from Sapnap. In this moment, all that mattered was the gentle rhythm of their closeness—the safety they provided for each other.

George, with Sapnap in his arms and Dream close by, felt a sense of contentment wash over him. It was a reminder that, no matter how hard things got, they had each other. They could be themselves, no masks, no judgment. Just love. And for the first time in a long while, everything felt perfect.

Sapnap’s small, happy sigh echoed in the room as he drifted back to sleep, now fully surrounded by the two people who cared for him most.