switchy night night routine
(this is a work of md/lb fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!)
inspired by a lovely lil guy 🍯🐻 he knows who he is! thanks for the inspiration, honey
“how was your day?” i asked sam when he walked in our apartment in his work clothes, dropping his bags and slumping over to me. i wrapped my arms around him and he buried his face in my neck.
“not good. i screwed up this report and it affected the whole team. i feel so stupid.”
“oh, baby. im so sorry that happened. you’re not stupid, sweet pea.” i said, running my hands through his hair. “you’re very very smart, and you work so hard.”
i held him like that for a few minutes until he finally pulled away.
“do you wanna have a special little night to take your mind off things?” i asked.
“i’m gonna shower and go to bed early. sorry, baby. just not in the mood to be little tonight.”
“okay” i said gently. “i’ll leave some dinner out for you, and there’s some leftover brownies if you want those too.”
he nodded, giving a small smile. i could tell he was still stuck in his head.
there was nothing to do but give him some space and let him come to me when he was ready.
after sam showered, ate dinner (and two brownies) he sat down on the couch next to me to watch some TV.
“feeling better after your shower and some food?”
he nodded, curling up into my side. “so much better.”
i wrapped my arms around him and played with his hair, ruffling his curls gently.
he leaned into my touch, whimpering softly.
“i love when you make that sound.”
he blushed. “what sound?”
i mocked the little whimper, causing him to blush even darker.
“i don’t sound like that.” he huffed.
“yes you do, grumpy boy.”
i giggled. “okay, fine. no need to get all worked up about it.”
i kept playing with his hair, then my hands when down to his back, slowly and rhythmically rubbing.
i giggled. “you did it again, baby.”
his brown furrowed slightly. “no i didn’t!” suddenly his thumb was finding its way to his mouth. he sucked it, soothing himself as he curled back up against my side.
“it’s okay, sweet pea. nothing to be embarrassed about. there’s nothing wrong with making your lil whimpers and moans when you’re relaxing.” i kept rubbing his back. “in fact, i really like it when i can hear that deep manly voice of yours suddenly sound not so big.”
with his thumb still in his mouth, he whined, “mommyyyy, you’re doing it again.”
“oh, i thought you were going to be a big boy tonight?”
he sucked harder on his thumb, looking up at me, his eyes already starting to glaze over as he melted into littlespace.
“i am a big boy, mama!! i promise!”
“you promise?” i teased. “if i recall correctly, just yesterday you woke up in a onesie and a very full diaper, sucking on your paci like a lil baby.”
“does that sound like something a big boy would do?”
sam buried his face in my neck. “no, mommy, it sounds like something a little boy would do…”
“that’s right. and you are just a little boy, aren’t you?”
he whimpered. “yes mama.”
i kept rubbing his back, cooing at him for a few more minutes while he nuzzled into me.
i patted his back firmly, queuing him to get up.
he looked at me with wide eyes. “a diaper? why?”
“because you need it, honey bun. i can tell. bring me a diaper and your changing basket.”
he looked embarassed, but he obeyed, shuffling off to his nursery and coming back with one of his favorite dino diapers and his little basket that held wipes, barrier cream, and lotion.
i laid out his changing mat on the floor, helping him lay down on his back. he was so pliant for me when he got all subby.
i rubbed his tummy gently, and he kicked his feet in the air, giggling.
i took off his pajama pants and big boy boxers, exposing his lil boy parts to the air.
“is cold mama!!!” he said, rubbing his eyes and squirming some more.
i put my hand on his tummy firmly to hold him still. i reached into the basket to find his emergency paci that we kept in there for changes.
he obeyed, and i slipped the paci into his mouth.
i watched as his brain melted even more, my big, smart, emotionally mature boyfriend suddenly dissolving into a little boy as he sucked and chewed on his paci. his eyes were glazed over and locked on mine, like i was his whole world.
“legs up, you silly worm.” he obeyed, and i slipped the diaper under him.
after some powder and barrier cream, i taped him up securely, and rubbed the front of his fresh new diaper.
“that’s much better, huh?”
he nodded, giggling as he sucked his binky. “mommy?” his voice was muffled by the pacifier.
“what is it, honey bear?”
“can i wear my favorite onesie tonight?”
“of course you can! that’s a very good idea. should we go to the nursery and get you all cozy?”
i led us to the nursery, sammy following behind like a lost puppy. he looked so cute in nothing but a t-shirt and his diaper. i patted his poofy diaper butt as he walked into the nursery.
“can you find your favorite onesie for me?” i asked my little guy.
sam grabbed the onesie with the cute teddy bears on it. he handed it to me without saying a word. i could tell from that doe-eyed look in his eyes that he really needed this. he needed to be babied and taken care of and be treated like my actual little boy.
“oh this is a good one, isn’t it, honey bear?”
he nodded, lifting his arms for me to take off his t-shirt. so eager.
i tugged his shirt off until he was standing in front of me in nothing but his diaper. i ran my hands over his tattooed arms, admiring how gorgeous this grown man looked when he was reduced to nothing but a sweet little diaper boy.
“i can’t believe such a baby has all these grown up tattoos!!” i said with a laugh.
sam giggled, covering his face with his hands.
i pulled them away. “c’mon, let’s get you in your onesie.”
i helped him step into his cozy onesie and then i had him lay down on the nursery floor rug so i could snap up the buttons on the crotch. i would never get sick of seeing how his diaper looked bulging underneath the onesie.
it was the hottest thing i’d ever seen, and i could not get enough.
i gave his tummy a few rubs and tickles, causing him to giggle and kick his feet up again.
“oh, like this?” i tickled his tummy again, pinching the side gently, which made him wiggle and scream with laughter.
i finally stopped, watching sam roll around, cheeks blushing and eyes full of laughter. i wanted to eat him up.
“okay, okay, enough riling up the little one before bed. do you wanna sleep in your crib tonight, or with mommy in the grown-up bed?”
sam’s thumb went into his mouth as he started pondering his options.
“want my crib. but i also want mommy.”
i laughed. “you can’t have it both ways, baby.”
“okay, how about this: you can have your sippy cup and we can read some books in your crib, but then when it’s night-night time, you need to get in the grown-up bed with mommy. does that sound fair and fun?”
sammy nodded. “fair and fun, mama.”
“okay good, pick out some books, while i go get your bottle going. do you want chocolate milk tonight?”
sammy nodded again. “yes please. in my dinosaur sippy cup?”
“sure, baby. i’ll be right back.”
in the kitchen, i found his favorite sippy cup with the cute little dinosaurs on it. i filled it up with chocolate milk, and made my way back down the hall.
back in the nursery, i found sam laying on his tummy, playing with his play-food. there was a stack of three books next to him, his picks for storytime.
i felt a wave of affection wash over me as i watched him playing, kicking his feet back and forth, so focused on the plastic vegetables he was playing with.
“i’m back sammy, you ready for some stories?”
he got into his crib, snuggling up with his blankie and favorite stuffie. i gave him his sippy cup, and he happily started to drink it.
there really wasn’t enough room in his crib for two adults, but some nights like this, we made it work. i sat beside him, pulling him into my lap for storytime.
he snuggled into me as i started to read him “if you give a mouse a cookie.” even though it was one of his favorites that we read allllll the time, he was completely entranced by it.
the only sounds in the nursery were my voice reading the story, sammy gently sucking on his sippy cup, and some occasional crinkles as sammy wiggled in my lap.
we stayed like that for two more books, and then it was night night time.
“you ready for bed, lil guy?”
sammy looked like he was half-asleep already. i kissed the top of his head and helped him stand up.
i led him back to our bedroom, watching as he curled up in bed with his stuffie, blankie, and paci.
i gave his diaper a quick check, feeling that it was only a little soggy in the front. he must have wet it during storytime.
“mommy, what’re you doing?” sammy asked sleepily, words muffled through his paci.
“just giving you a lil check before bed. only a teensy bit soggy. plenty of room for my little bedwetter.”
sammy blushed. he hated when i reminded him that he sometimes actually had accidents at night. nothing was blushier for him than going to bed dry and waking up soggy.
“all good.” i said, patting his diaper through his onesie. “that’ll last you through the night.”
sammy giggled. “c’mere mommy, wanna snuggle.”
i crawled in bed with him and let him cling to me like a needy little koala. i rubbed his back soothingly, listening to him sucking on his paci and letting out little whimpers and moans every few minutes as he got comfy.
“night night mommy.” he finally said, drifting off to sleep.
