#CG anon

[gothghostiie]

age regression w simon?!? 👀

- 🔬

always<3

cw: age regression

Simon is definitely the King of preparation. no matter when or where, he always has just what you need. a paci? got it. fidget toy? got it. juice pack? take a wild guess. he wants to make sure he's ready for anything.

you just woke up from a nap in the car while you're on a trip with him, all fussy and little - you didn't even think you'd be regressing, so you didn't pack anything you may want or need. but si? he looks at you, seeing the slight pout on your face and he knows. "mornin' sleepyhead. did you have a good nap, hm?" he asks gently, testing the waters. when he's met with a whine he chuckles softly and reaches into the back, grabbing a backpack and handing it to you. your sleepy eyes light up when you see just what you wanted. he chuckles, ruffling your hair gently as you sort yourself out. "there ya go. dada always thinks ahead, doesn't he?"

[loserrrrs]

🦖🦕

got all baby (and super high) and was coloring last night

[midastouch013]

Her Caregiver

TO THE ANON: I'm so sorry, I lost your request, but I hope this meets what you had requested

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has always managed to keep her little secret a secret, but what happens when she gets jealous of how you care for Wanda?

Warnings: Little/Caregiver, Jealousy, Little Nat, Little Wanda

P.S. Sorry for being so late, there was this retreat and there wasn't any reception there. Plus, I'm not sure if this is exactly how Caregiver and Little fics work, but I hope you like it.

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Natasha Romanoff sat in her room, her gaze drifting towards the stuffed animals arranged neatly on her bed. She had always been drawn to the softness and comfort they provided, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her life as an Avenger. But there was something deeper behind her fascination with these childish trinkets, something she had never fully acknowledged until now.

She glanced at the door, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had been harboring a secret, one she hadn't dared to share with anyone, not even her closest friends. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was a little.

The thought both terrified and excited her. Terrified because she feared judgment and rejection from her peers. Excited because she longed for the care and comfort she had never allowed herself to experience. But most of all, she longed for someone to understand her, to see past the tough exterior she presented to the world.

That someone, she realized, was you.

You, her teammate, her friend, the one person she trusted above all others. She knew you had a kind heart and a gentle touch, qualities she desperately craved in a caregiver. But how could she ever admit such vulnerability to you? How could she risk tarnishing the image of the fearless Avenger you admired?

Natasha sighed, her fingers tracing the edges of a plush bear. She wished she could be brave enough to ask for what she needed, to shed the weight of her secrets and be truly seen. But fear held her back, fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of being deemed unworthy of love.

And so, she buried her desires deep within her heart, locking them away behind walls of steel. But even the strongest barriers couldn't contain the longing in her soul, the ache for connection that refused to be silenced.

And so, a series of events were to set that day, one that would make her have you, as her caregiver, maybe even something more.

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In the quiet of the Avengers compound, a sudden disruption shattered the tranquility. Wanda Maximoff stumbled into the common area, her usually composed demeanor replaced by one of vulnerability. Sensing something amiss, you approached her, concern etched across your features.

"Hey, Wanda, what's wrong?" you asked gently, kneeling beside her as she curled up on the couch.

Wanda looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I-I don't know," she whimpered softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe here," you assured her, offering a comforting smile. "Do you want a blanket?"

She nodded, sniffling, and you quickly fetched a blanket, wrapping it around her trembling form. Wanda leaned into your embrace, finding solace in the warmth you provided.

Meanwhile, Natasha observed from a distance, a pang of envy stirring within her. She watched as you comforted Wanda, offering the kind of care and tenderness that the redhead secretly longed for herself.

As Wanda began to relax under your gentle ministrations, Natasha couldn't help but approach, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Is she okay?" Natasha inquired softly, her eyes flickering between you and Wanda.

"Yeah, she just slipped into her little space," you explained, shooting Natasha a reassuring smile. "She'll be alright, though."

Natasha nodded, but the jealousy still gnawed at her, a silent reminder of her own unspoken desires.

Feeling a sudden urge to help, Natasha joined you and Wanda, offering her assistance.

"Can I help?" Natasha asked, her voice gentle.

"Of course, Nat. Can you grab her favorite stuffed animal from her room?" you suggested.

Natasha nodded and disappeared momentarily, returning with Wanda's beloved toy. She handed it to Wanda with a soft smile, and Wanda's face lit up at the sight of it.

With Natasha's help, you continued to comfort Wanda, ensuring she felt safe and loved in her vulnerable state.

Later, when you and Natasha found yourselves alone, Natasha couldn't resist commenting on your compassion.

"Hey, I just wanted to say… you're really good with her," Natasha admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Thanks, Nat. I just want to make sure she feels safe and loved," you replied sincerely.

Natasha nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"Are you okay?" you asked, sensing her unease.

Natasha forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You accepted her answer, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Natasha's emotions than she let on.

As the evening wore on, Natasha's jealousy and insecurity continued to fester, gnawing at her from the inside out. Feeling overwhelmed, she excused herself from the common area and retreated to the solitude of her room.

Alone in the dimly lit space, Natasha paced back and forth, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she shouldn't let herself succumb to her little space, that she needed to remain strong and in control. But the more she fought against it, the more the longing tugged at her heartstrings.

"I can't let this happen," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists in frustration. "I have to stay in control."

But the more she fought against it, the stronger the pull became, until Natasha found herself sinking onto her bed, her resolve crumbling like sand between her fingers. Tears pricked at her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to no one in particular, feeling the weight of her own inadequacy bear down upon her.

Meanwhile, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Natasha's sudden disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed, and you knew that she was struggling with something deeper than she let on.

Determined to offer her support, you made your way to her room, the hallway stretching out before you like an endless expanse of uncertainty. With each step, your concern grew, mingling with a sense of urgency that propelled you forward.

Standing before Natasha's closed door, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. You raised your hand and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway.

"Natasha?" you called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you in there?"

Inside the room, Natasha's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But deep down, she knew that she couldn't keep her struggles hidden forever.

"Come in" she said softly, so soft that you almost missed it.

As you stepped into Natasha's room, your eyes fell upon her huddled form on the bed, her posture small and vulnerable. For a moment, you were taken aback, the sight of Natasha in her little state catching you completely off guard.

"Natasha?" you murmured softly, your voice laced with genuine surprise. "I… I didn't realize…"

But before you could finish your sentence, you noticed the way Natasha's shoulders tensed, her expression shifting from vulnerability to embarrassment. It was as if she had been caught in a moment of weakness, a side of herself she had never intended for anyone to see.

Feeling a pang of guilt for intruding upon her private moment, you quickly reassured her, "It's okay, Natasha. You don't have to explain anything to me."

But Natasha recoiled slightly, her gaze averted as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She felt exposed, as if the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself had crumbled to dust, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

You approached her slowly, your movements gentle and deliberate as you reached out a hand to offer her comfort. "It's okay, Natasha," you repeated softly. "You don't have to apologize for being yourself."

But Natasha couldn't shake the feeling of shame that gnawed at her from within. She had spent so long hiding this part of herself from the world, afraid of being judged or rejected. And now, with you standing before her, seeing her at her most vulnerable, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming inadequacy.

As you sat beside Natasha on the bed, a sense of determination washed over you. You refused to let Natasha grapple with her inner turmoil alone, especially now that you knew about this vulnerable side of her.

With gentle determination, you wrapped your arms around Natasha, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She tensed at first, still feeling the weight of embarrassment and shame, but gradually, she began to relax into your touch, allowing herself to be held.

"I'm here for you, Natasha," you whispered softly, your voice a soothing balm to her wounded soul. "You don't have to face this alone."

Natasha's breath hitched as tears welled up in her eyes, the floodgates of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. But you held her steady, offering her the strength and support she so desperately needed.

With a trembling hand, you brushed away her tears, your touch gentle and reassuring. "Let me take care of you," you murmured, your words a promise of unwavering love and support.

As Natasha nestled into your comforting embrace, her vulnerability laid bare before you, you knew that she needed more than just words of reassurance. With tender care, you gently brushed her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks, your touch eliciting a soft sigh from her trembling lips.

"Shh, it's okay, Natasha," you whispered soothingly, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet of her room. "You're safe here with me."

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to contain her emotions, but with your steady presence by her side, she began to relax into your embrace, allowing herself to be held.

In a moment of instinctive tenderness, you brought your thumb to your lips, offering it to Natasha. At first, she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but you urged her gently, encouraging her to trust you.

"Here, Natasha," you murmured softly, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "It's okay to seek comfort in whatever way you need."

With a shaky breath, Natasha tentatively took your thumb into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it instinctively as she sought solace in the simple act of sucking. A sense of calm washed over her as she melted into your embrace, the rhythmic motion soothing her frayed nerves.

You smiled tenderly at her, your heart swelling with love and admiration for this strong and resilient woman who had entrusted you with her vulnerability. With each gentle stroke of your thumb against her lips, you offered her the comfort and care she so desperately needed, reaffirming your unwavering support for her.

And as Natasha nestled closer to you, her breathing slow and steady, you knew that in that moment, you had helped her find peace amidst the chaos of her inner turmoil. Together, you shared a bond that transcended words, a silent understanding forged in the crucible of vulnerability and acceptance.

With a contented sigh, Natasha closed her eyes, her grip on your thumb loosening as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. And as you held her close, you vowed to always be there for her, to offer her comfort and care whenever she needed it, for as long as she would have you by her side.

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As Natasha stirred from her peaceful slumber, she blinked groggily, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was no longer nestled in your comforting embrace, a sense of panic threatening to overtake her.

Frantically, she scanned the room, her eyes darting around in search of your familiar presence. But to her dismay, you were nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone once more.

A wave of sadness washed over Natasha as she struggled to contain her rising emotions. Just when she thought she had found solace in your care, you had disappeared without a trace, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha felt herself slipping back into her little space, her defenses crumbling as she sought refuge from the overwhelming sense of abandonment. She curled up on the bed, her thumb finding its way to her lips once more as she sought comfort in the familiar ritual.

But just as Natasha was on the brink of succumbing to her inner turmoil, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, drawing her attention away from her troubled thoughts. Hope blossomed in her chest as she heard the familiar sound of your voice, dispelling the darkness that threatened to consume her.

And then, to her immense relief, you appeared in the doorway, a warm smile gracing your lips as you greeted her with a tender gaze.

"Hey, Natasha," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm sorry I was gone for a moment. I just needed to use the washroom."

As Natasha took in your reassuring presence, a sense of calm washed over her, dispelling the last traces of her anxiety. She felt a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support, knowing that no matter how lost she felt, you would always be there to guide her through the darkness.

With a contented sigh, Natasha reached out to you, her small hand seeking yours in a silent gesture of gratitude and affection. And as you took her hand in yours, a sense of peace settled over her, knowing that with you by her side, she could weather any storm that came her way. As you sat beside Natasha, her hand in yours, a question lingered at the forefront of your mind. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you summoned the courage to voice your curiosity.

"Natasha," you began softly, "do you know why you went into your little space earlier?"

Natasha's breath caught in her throat at your question, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had never intended for you to find out about this vulnerable side of her, and now that you were asking her about it, she felt a wave of apprehension wash over her.

"I... I don't know," she murmured hesitantly, her gaze flickering away from yours. "I guess... I guess I just felt overwhelmed."

You studied her carefully, sensing that there was more to her answer than she was letting on. "Is there something else, Natasha?" you pressed gently, your voice filled with concern.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she grappled with her inner turmoil. But then, with a shaky breath, she found the courage to speak her truth.

"I... I've always wanted to hide my little space from everyone," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want anyone to know about this vulnerable side of me, especially not you."

The confession hung heavy in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of Natasha's deepest fears and insecurities. And in that moment, you realized just how much she had been struggling, how much she had been hiding from you all this time.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, your heart aching for her pain. "I had no idea."

But to your surprise, Natasha offered you a small smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You couldn't have known."

A silence passed between you, and you could sense that she was debating on whether to tell you, so you stayed quiet, and waited.

As Natasha gathered her courage to share her feelings, she took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I… I need to tell you something," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Natasha to speak.

"I was… I was jealous of Wanda," Natasha admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "When I saw you with her, offering her comfort… I couldn't help but feel envious."

Her confession took you by surprise, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart as you realized the impact your actions had unknowingly had on Natasha.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

But Natasha shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's not your fault," she reassured you gently. "I know you were just trying to help."

You studied her carefully, a sense of admiration swelling within you at her honesty and vulnerability. Despite her struggles, Natasha had found the courage to open up to you, to share her deepest fears and insecurities.

"Natasha," you began tentatively, your voice filled with sincerity, "I want you to know that I'm not Wanda's actual caregiver. I was just there to offer her comfort when she needed it."

To your relief, Natasha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I know," she replied softly. "And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."

With a sense of relief washing over you, you reached out to squeeze Natasha's hand in yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

"Natasha," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you let me be your caregiver? Not just as a friend, but as something more?"

For a moment, Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise at your heartfelt request. But then, to your immense relief, she nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, I would like that very much."

[littledollll]

Hii! Could I request something with Lucifer? Just really need comfort:>

Ok, so, could you please make something where Lucifer finds R wandering around hell, looking scared, and they pick r up, and takes care of them? -🪩

Company

Lucifer Morningstar x little!shy!reader

A/n: took me a little while to finish, I hope you enjoy<3 happy New Year’s Eve everyone🎉

Warnings: none

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It wasn’t every day that a child would be seen wandering the dark paths of hell all alone, or at all. It was too dangerous for that, the demons often get bored or blood thirsty.

“And what might you be doing wandering these parts, little one?” A smooth, almost sweet voice calmed every part of you. Your heart seemed to suddenly and finally settle. And you couldn’t understand why.

You heard them practically comand away every being around you. You hadn’t even noticed the amount of them near you. It was scary how they could lurk in the shadows and go unnoticed.

You turned to see a tall figure looming over your stature. They looked intimidating but had a soft, welcoming smile on their lips.

“I.. I’m-“

“Were these demons pestering you? I apologize for them, sweet. They don’t know how to treat guests properly. Not to worry, they won’t bother you again.”

Not knowing quite how to respond to their light scolding, you shyly looked down, to your hands, fidgeting anxiously.

“Oh it’s alright, small one.. I’m Lucifer.” They introduced themselves with a charming tone and held a hand out for you. “Perhaps I could accompany you to a much safer place?”

Lucifer lowered to your level, making them look a little less intimidating. “You are far too little to be out here all alone, sweet angel.”

They smiled brightly as you reached for their hand, but instead of holding your own they picked you up into their arms, making you gasp in surprise. They chuckled.

“Indeed a very small one.. I wonder what brings you here.” They spoke to themselves more than you once they noticed they weren’t getting much information from you.

You laid your head on their shoulder as they walked. It was odd, you felt like you could trust them blindly, yet it didn’t feel all that blind. This wasn’t a random mysterious being, to you, at least.

You couldn’t even feel the steps they took, as if the ground beneath them was much softer than you remember. Or as if they were weightless against it.

“Well, little one… it seems you’re keeping me company for the time being, until we find out where you came from, hm? Don’t worry. We’ll keep you safe.”

“..we?” you spoke so quietly Lucifer almost missed it.

“You can speak!” A smile was clear in their voice. “Are you shy?..” you nodded.

“That's okay, there’s nothing wrong with being a little shy. However, a little inside as to where you’re from would be helpful.” They stated, sounding more like a question.

You shook your head, giggling as you laid your head on their shoulder again. Lucifer sighed.

“I can’t help but feel as if this is intentional. Am I perhaps welcoming a trap disguised by a child into my home?” Again, you shook your head.

“You wouldn’t tell me if I was anyways.” They said, amused.

It’s not much of a concern for Lucifer. There are very few who would dare try to mess with them in any sort of way, and even fewer that pose any sort of danger to them.

“You asked who’s ‘we’… I have a very close friend, who often helps me with all types of tasks. See I’m good at many things, but I don’t think I’d be very good at taking care of a little one such as yourself.”

“is okay..” you mumbled, and Lucifer chuckled at that. It sounded like you were trying to reassure or even comfort them over it. But wasn’t it their job to take care of you?

“I know you won’t be any trouble.” They hoped, really.

“no no trouble!” Your said in more of a cheery voice, and Lucifer nodded along.

“You know.. you’re good company, little one.”

The world around them seemed to have light up. The shadows that seemed to lurk and follow you disappeared. The heavy fog that made your bones chill with a fear of the unknown. It all faded away as the kind Devil welcomed you into their home, as if you were one of their own.

[leos-regression-cove]

I have a request to have cg! Peter Parker x little! reader.

Reader had a ton to do at school (homework, tests, projects, etc) and had to stay big all week. They want to regress, but they don’t to keep Peter away from going on patrol so they try to stay big and they think Peter won’t notice. However, Peter notices.

Reader can be fem or gender neutral.

(I don’t know if that’s a good request, I just don’t see a lot with cg! peter parker 😭)

CG-Senses

CG!Peter Parker x GNLittle!Reader

Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader is overwhelmed with homework and trying to stay big, but it makes them grumpy so a tired Caregiver!Peter stays home with them.

Word Count: 448

Warnings: Reader is grumpy and may come off as rude/sarcastic

A/N: This is such a cute concept and a very sweet prompt! CG!Peter Parker was fun to write and I'd love to do more with him if you have more ideas because idk if I did the dynamic justice in this short little oneshot.

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“Hey,” Peter shut the door behind him. “I brought you some Mexican food from that place down the street?” 

“Yeah, thanks, just set it down there,” you said. 

He did as you asked but then paused before walking into his room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why? Are your ‘spidey-senses’ tingling?” you asked sarcastically. 

Peter stopped putting on his suit and poked his head out the bedroom door to shoot you a look. 

Immediately, it almost made you crack. You drew in a breath a little quicker than you meant to and turned back to your homework. 

Then he softened. “I can hang out tonight if you want. I don’t need to go out…” he hinted. 

“I have homework,” you said. 

He leaned over your shoulder to take a look. “Do you want help with it? We can knock it out pretty quick--” 

“No! Go!” you said. “Go be spiderman!” you whined. 

“I don’t need to tonight. I can be here for you.”

“I’m a big kid!” you whined, starting to cry. Why was he staying here?! You had homework!

“I know, it was a big week for you. It’s okay. C’mon, come to daddy, I’ve got you.”

You hesitated to stand up but when you did, you couldn’t help but fall into his arms. 

“Yeah, I’ve got you. See? Not so bad.” 

“I have homework,” you whined. 

“I know, but I need you to eat and then we’ll do homework, okay?”

“You gotta work!” 

He shushed you and brought your crown up to his chin, resting his head atop yours. 

“I don’t have to patrol tonight. I have a baby to take care of.” 

“...Is it me?” you asked. 

He looked down at you and smiled. “Of course it’s you.” He paused for a moment. “And do you want to know a secret?” 

You nodded curiously. 

“I’m tired, too.” 

He helped you eat and you worked through your homework together before you could really regress. He turned on the tv for you and was laying out all your toys as you put on your kitten pajamas-- the one-piece with the hood and little orange cat face. 

There, you crawled into his lap as he sat on the floor with you, playing with your toys, crashing toy trucks together and having your action figures save the planet. 

You turned to hand one to him, but that’s when you noticed he was asleep. Back pressed up against the couch, he had gone night-night before you! He was always out so late that that almost never happened! 

You turned the tv off, and then the lights, and curled up next to him. A long rest was really what you both needed

[i3utterflyeffect]

cursor selkie sc (due to some unlikely plot contrivance) in god with a bag of groceries au would be so funny...bystanders watching god pass by with a bag of groceries, followed by tiny god with a packet of cookies. adorable.

ANON... YOUR MIND..........

[v3nusxsky]

Hello 👋 Could I request another Larissa x Morticia x Little reader fic please? I love your writing and Pumpkin's Day Out was adorable! Maybe it could be winter based? Playing in the snow or something?

Winter wonderland

*Authors note~ the winter vibes are hitting as everyone is either travelling home from uni for Christmas or preparing to. Here’s to a well deserved break. Also a nod of respect for everyone still working this holiday period. *

Trigger warnings~ Agere! Little shifter fem reader, cg Larissa (momma) and cg morticia (mommy), everything has been discussed prior. Can be readee after pumpkins day out or stand-alone.

Prompt~ see ask^^^

The seasons change rather quickly, autumn soon fell into winter, white soft snow seemed to blanket the grounds of Nevermore as soon as November hit. The temperature steadily dropping causing most people to prefer the indoors. Yet for you, snow is a rarity, your home town hardly ever experienced it. The thick inches of soft powder only further mesmerised you in your little state. This would not only be the first proper snowfall that you could experience within the safety of Nevermore with your loving partners but also your first proper Christmas.

Larissa couldn’t help but groan in response to the chill biting at her, clearly her lover decided she needed all the warmth from the blankets during the night. Again. A quick squinted glance to the clock informed her of what she already knew deep down, it was too early to be awake. The winter chill wining the battle over the dying embers of the fire she lit last night. Her raven haired companion clearly showing no signs of awaking any time soon she thought of rejoining the sleeping world, until the sound of little feet echoed along the hall. You’d fallen asleep in a little fort in her office last night, and neither of your caregivers had the heart to move you so after ensuring you would be warm the headed to the bed.

“Momma! Snowwy!” You announced your arrival showing the door open and immediately battered into the older shifter. She couldn’t help but grown as the weight of an over excited two year old found its way to her. “Shh darling, see mommy’s still sleeping” Larissa murmured moving her hand through your sleep tangled knots, “is someone a little excited for the snow hmm?” You couldn’t help the way you giggled, nodding your head as if you were a bobble head figure, “we build Olaf!”

“Olaf?” A sleepy Mortica mumbled back causing you to gasp and throw yourself from Larissa into the middle of the bed, “mommy! Up. Up! We go outside now momma?” As if they could ever say no to you, Larissa snuck out of the bed to relight the fire as morticia pulled you into her arms, encasing you in the blankets she had stolen. “Is our sweet girl excited to play in the snow with us? So excited you forgot about breakfast?” Her teasing words were accompanied by her nimble fingers gently digging into your sides causing you to giggle loudly, “momma help! Mommys tickles.” It was no surprise to either woman that today would be a breakfast in bed morning, so Larissa quickly put something together for you all before rejoining you both.

After everyone finished eating, Larissa and Mortica started to get you bundled up for the cold weather chuckling to each other at your levels of excitement. It was truly adorable to see such an innocence in you. Innocent and inpatient. “Wan go outside mommy” you whined for the umpteenth time within the hour. Why was it taking mommy so long to get ready? You and Larissa had been ready, quietly reading books while you waited for her.

Finally. Finally she was ready to take your hand alongside and guide you outside to where you wanted to be. Your smile and giggles were truly infectious as you jumped around in the snow. Larissa watching over you, anxiously calling out to remind you to be careful as Mortica wrapped her arms around the shifters waist, “let her be my love, she’s safe and happy.” Larissa nodded with understanding but couldn’t fully relax, your excitement was blinding any rational thoughts you were having, she couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to you. Her girl.

“Momma hwelp I no do it!” You huffed trying to start the ball for your snowman and failing multiple times. It didn’t take long for your momma to come to your aid, together you began to create the most beautiful snowman. The first of many. Mortica slipped away to get some decorations for you and a camera to snap a few photos. Larissa even taught you how to make a snow angel, causing you to plead with the older shifter to create one too. As if she could say no to you. Mortica returned to help you decorate your versions of Olaf before they noted you started to shiver. Clearly it was time to head inside. “Come on snow girl, time to go inside and get cosy with momma and mommy” Mortica tried causing you to cry out a negative and look to Larissa, silently pleading with her to take your side. “Come on baby, we can go watch frozen and have some hot chocolate yes? Snuggles with some blankets darling. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

A few tears later, Larissa had you curled up in her arms, free from the wet outdoor clothing, soaking in the warmth from the lit fire. The opening credits of Frozen playing on the screen as morticia got the drinks. A perfect sight, and a perfect snow day. When Mortica sat on the other side of Larissa the picture was finally complete. There you all stayed until you fell asleep on Larissa, leaving the older women to bask in the peace and love you all shared.

Word count~ 875

[navelynay]

hi! hope you're doing well, i was wondering if i could make a request for one of the prompts you have linked. Character B babytalks A, and A regresses immediately. with character A being little!Dahyun and character B being cg!Mina. i'm not 100% sure if you're taking requests right now or not so if you aren't i'm so sorry to bother you. <3

hi!! i am doing well, and requests are always open, so feel free to drop something in any time!! sorry for taking so long to get this out.

Momma’s Girl

little dahyun cg! mina

Mina was curled up on the couch with a book in her hands when Dahyun shuffled out of her room, her oversized hoodie making her appear smaller than usual. Mina glanced up with a soft but knowing smile.

"Hey there, my little munchkin" Mina cooed in a gentle tone, setting her book aside.

Dahyun blinked, standing frozen in place like a deer caught in headlights. the switch flipped almost instantly. her posture slackened and the faintest pout formed on her lips.

"'m not a munchkin" she mumbled, but the way her little fingers fidgeted with the strings of her hoodie betrayed her.

"oh really?" Mina teased, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eyes. "because I see a very sleepy girl in front of me. do you need snuggles angel?"

Dahyun's cheeks flushed pink as she shuffled closer, her regression fully setting in. she reached out to Mina, her voice small and soft. "snuggles pwease."

"there's my baby" Mina said scooping the little up with ease. she settled Dahyun in her lap, wrapping her arms around her protectively. "you're just the cutest, you know that?"

Dahyun nuzzled into Mina's shoulder clutching at her shirt as a yawn escaped her lips. "momma make it all better," she murmured, her little voice melting her momma's heart.

"I always will honey" Mina whispered as she pressed a lingering kiss to the little one's head. "now lets get you comfy, hmm? maybe a blanket and MooMoo too?

the little one hummed in content her face already buried in the crook of Mina's neck.

[yourhellishdaddies]

prompt: how Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer might take care of their baby who’s sick? (I’m alright with sexual / incest etc elements since this is more of a kink for me ^^) thank you!

[oh this is good timing cuz I'm p sure I caught a cold lmao 💜]

{Caring for you when you're ill}

Featuring Stolas, Adam, and Lucifer.

As soon as he realizes you're not feeling like yourself, he is wrapping you up in a blanket and placing you in a nest of pillows.

Fretting and getting his feathers all ruffled, whether it's just a small cold or something more serious, he's freaking the hell out.

"Here, let me take your temperature. No no, don't get up! Save your strength, sweetie. Daddy will take care of everything. Just try to relax."

Doting to the point of being overbearing. Refuses to leave your side for a single moment. Carries you with him to the kitchen if you're hungry, to the bathroom if you need it, etc.

Always petting your head or rubbing your back. If you need to vomit, he's right there with a cool washcloth, holding your hair back for you and whispering words of comfort to you.

"There, there, darling. Just let it out. Daddy is right here, okay? It's alright..."

Decides to put you in a diaper so you don't have to get up as much, if you're not already wearing one. He has no problem changing you or dealing with a mess. Will bathe you each and every time you have a blowout.

Makes you homemade soup and spoon feeds you in his arms. It's alright if you can't finish it, just as long as you try to get something in your belly.

Gets you the absolute best medicine available. Doesn't force you to take it if you don't want to, though. He just wants you to feel better as soon as possible! May try to coax you into taking it by mixing it into some food if he feels like you really need it.

Sings you lullabies to help you fall asleep. Absolutely adores how small and fragile you look, knowing how much trust you put in him to watch over you.

Seems slightly annoyed that he actually has to put in effort to care for you now. Not that he doesn't care, he actually hates seeing you not feeling well. But he also doesn't really have any experience caring for someone who's sick. He doesn't want to make it any worse.

"Aw, geeze kid, really? Alright, alright, c'mere. Daddy's got'cha. Shhh, it's okay."

Picks you up and carries you to the living room, setting you up on the couch with the TV. He'll put on your favorite show and watch with you.

Awkwardly tries to comfort you. Wipes your nose and pats your back, wraps his wings around you to quell your shivering.

If you're really sick, he'll actually get his ass into gear and put forth a decent effort.

Cleaning you up, making sure you drink enough water, cursing under his breath whenever you moan or groan uncomfortably.

Unintentionally discovers a new kink when you puke all over him.

"Oh, shit- H-hang on, baby. S'no big deal, lemme just- ah fuck, I'm hard."

Despite how awful you feel, you can't help but blush when you notice how flustered he is.

Leaves you for just a moment to change clothes and beat off really quick. He'll fuck you later when you're not feeling like shit.

When he returns, he holds you extra close, leaning his head on yours.

Gives you medicine even if he has to hold you down. You need to get better.

Plays you soft songs on his guitar to lull you to sleep.

The most experienced, and therefore the most comforting. Knows exactly how to soothe all your aches and pains.

Has absolutely everything under control. Calm and collected, giving you a reassuring smile.

"There's no need to worry, my duckling. Daddy can cure whatever ails you!"

Has one of those weighted and scented plush ducks that you microwave for warmth and aromatherapy. Lets you cuddle with it and keeps it constantly heated with his magic.

Sings you little nursery rhymes and gently rubs your upset tummy while you lie on your back.

Similar to Stolas in how doting he is, but not quite as overbearing, allowing you to rest on your own if you wish.

Always giving you little kisses and baby talking to you, making you smile and even laugh!

Puts on puppet shows for you when you're bored from lying in bed all day.

If you can't sleep, he'll sit up with you and hold you in his arms, gently rocking you while soft music plays.

[koithelittle]

I KNOW THE SORRY BOYS VIDEO JUST CAME OUT BUT CG!KNIGHT WILBUR MOODBOARD?? (OH AND CAN I BE SIMPBUR ANON :3)

cg!knightbur moodboard!!

note; yah of course!! i jus watched it n gaaaaah i loved it sm!! otay anyways hope wou wike dis!! awso welcome simpbur anon!!!

paci creds; littlest._.creations on ig!!

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other moodboards (requests are open of course!!)

taglist; @jjtheresidentbaby @lillylvjy @wilmaslittleflower @whos-nicooo (send an ask or dm to be added!!)

[a-coelacanth-makes-stuff]

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Oh ok...Then may I request caregiver dark enchantress and little red velvet? Like her caring for him after he worked very hard and had resisted regressing due to working but dark enchantress is just...having none of that, both wanting her baby and wanting red velvet to take a break?

Sorry it took so long!!! Have a donut 🍩

Ive been a bit burnt out, but that has passed and now I can write!!

⚠️ TW: one mention of smoking at the start, very small!⚠️

“I'm going for a smoke.” The uneven Cookie said, nearly stomping out of the room. He heard someone follow him, but ignored them and kept walking. His head hurt, he was tired, he was hungry. When did he last sleep?

Probably a few days ago, the pups had his whole attention for weeks, especially the sickly one.

A part of him wanted to be taken care of like that but even that part knew he couldn't.

“Red Velvet, stop.” Dark Enchantress held his shoulder, a stern look softening into a worried one. “When did you sleep last..?”

“Last night.” He lied, turning away from his mother.

“Tell me the truth, Velvet.” She said, more stern now.

“...three days or so.”

“Three days!?” She walked in front of him, gently pulling his face to look at hers. “I'm getting you to bed.”

“What? I'm not a child, mom! I have stuff I need to do! I can't–” He protested, getting interrupted by her picking him up.

“You’re going to bed, no exceptions.”

“I have pups to feed! Let me go!” He whined, trying to get out of her arms, and failing.

“I know, I'll feed them myself once you're asleep.” Red Velvet kept struggling and trying to get away from his mom all the way to the nursery.

“Nooo…” Red Velvet whined. “I don't feel small mom!”

“I don't care, I need to take care of my baby and you need to actually take a break. Please.”

“But the hounds! They-”

“They'll be taken care of. Esterházy will be over there, then I will too, once you get to sleep. You need to rest. Please.” She cradled Red Velvet in her arms, holding him close. Red Velvet sighed, finally allowing himself to calm down a moment, shutting down any worries about the pups.

“Alright…” He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Time for bed, hmm?” She asked, Red Velvet giving a small nod. Dark Enchantress set him down, going to find his pajamas. She brought back a blue puppy onsie.

“Need help, dear?” Red Velvet shook his head, Dark Enchantress turning around so he could change.

“‘m done, mama…” Red Velvet interrupted himself with a yawn. Dark Enchantress turned back around and picked him up, walking to a large cradle to set him in.

“How small are you feeling, bud?” She was answered with three fingers. “Want your teether?” And a nod. She brought Red Velvet a bone shaped teether, which he slowly chewed on.

“Sleep well, bud. You deserve it after so much. We can play when you wake up, alright?” She watched his eyes flutter closed and his breathing to slow, his bigger hand gripping one of the sides of the cradle. Dark Enchantress got up, grabbing a plush from a box, and putting it in his hand instead. Now it was close to his chest.

“I love you so much, please don't do this again…” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and left the room, keeping the lights low, and closing the door softly, letting the little one sleep.

511 words!!

Again, sorry it took so long

[gothghostiie]

hi hello!! i’ve been seeing your pieces about caregiver graves with a reader who age regresses, and i just wanted to, maybe, request something similar with simon..? it’s been on my mind for a while :( thank you so much, your writing is amazing !! ��

ofc!!! and thank you🫶🏻

cw: age regression

Simon sitting you in his lap after you had your lunch, rubbing your belly to help you fall asleep for your nap. TV is quietly playing one of your favourite movies, you got a bottle/sippy cup/juice box to suckle on while he rocks you ever si gently. one arm wrapped around your belly to male sure you don't fall off his lap and the other rubbing your head softly to soothe you more. once you're out he lays you on the couch, sneaking out to do some housework and run you a bubble bath for when you wake up.

once you do you're huddled up in your blanket, being carried to the bathroom - the sight of so many bubbles and your favourite bath toys making you squeal with delight. "you like it, yea? did I do a good job?" he coos, watching you shed off clothes to jump into the tub. he sits on the edge to watch over you, wash your hair with gentle fingers so you're all nice n clean for your next little adventure <3

[babybugprince]

ur foggy mood board was so sweet. would u ever do a matt or frank one?

omg anon….. Frank Castle cg board just for u. He is so papa… the ‘drops his oversized jacket onto ur shoulders in public for protection’ type of cg

[small-river]

Can you write cg!chris finding out you’re a little?

a/n: hello darling, yes I can! This was very fun to write, and I hope it’s what you wanted. I’m getting back into writing so I’m sorry if it seems off. But I love cg!chris, and he loves you so much. So I hope you enjoy! Also Chris is your boyfriend in this and I apologize for that, I will make one soon where he is just your cg.

warnings: crying, anxiety, confession(??), Chris being the best bf ever, fluff overall. (If there’s anymore I missed, please tell me!)

taglist: @littlesakura-anon @blahbel668 (if you want to be added, comment, dm, or ask me :) )

You and Chris have been together for while now, and it was an easy decision that Chris wanted you to move in with him and his brothers, with their approval of course (it took them five seconds to say yes.)

Chris loved you so much, and he made it known in every way possible. From flowers to kissing you all over your face. And even with this knowledge, you still found it difficult to tell him that you regressed. Not that you were embarrassed, but that you didn’t know how he’d respond, and that terrified you.

You both were currently moving boxes from your car that held all your things from your old apartment, and into his your room. You had left the room to grab the last couple boxes as Chris started to unpack for you. He grabbed a box that was labeled clothes, knocking over a smaller box with flower print as he did.

Placing the box down, he bend over to pick the small box up, going to pick up the contents that fell out, yet stopping in his tracks. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw a couple binkies and toys for babies and toddlers. Various other things as well, but he was curious as to why you had all of this anyways.

Coming back in the room with the boxes, you stopped in your tracks as you saw what Chris was holding and what was scattered across the floor. Panic arose in you as you placed the boxes on the bed and stood there, watching him inspect everything. You were frozen, you didn’t know what you could do, or even if there was anything, to make him forget what he saw.

Placing everything back in the box, Chris stood up and held it with furrowed eyebrows. “You don’t have to tell me what this is, but just know you can trust me with anything baby. I won’t be upset, no matter what it is.”

The sincerity in his voice made you choke up and tears full your vision. Taking a deep breath, you quickly sat down on the bed as Chris joined you, his full attention on you. He smiled at you once you met his eyes, you giving him a small one as well, taking his hand in yours to relieve some of the anxiety you felt.

“I- I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while but there was never a good way to say it, nor was there a good time either.” You shakily said as you hurriedly prepared what you’d say. “I age regress.”

Chris took a moment to take in your words, before furrowing his brows and tilting his head in confusion but interest evident on his face.

“I regress to a younger state of mind whenever I feel overwhelmed or stressed. Or whenever something comes up that reminds me of past events. The age varies but, yeah.” You said as you looked up at him at the end, scared of what he’ll say.

Chris nodded, taking the words in again, trying to understand what he could in the moment. He knew about your past and what had happened to you, and that didn’t change his views on you in any way, it just made him love you and want to love you more.

When he finally looked up at you, he smiled and cupped your face in his free hand, bringing his forehead up to rest on yours. “Thank you for sharing this with me and I’m so proud of you.”

“For what?” You said while giggling.

“For being able to tell me and trust me with this very important thing. I know it probably means a lot to you, and helps you in many ways. And I’ll try my best to help you in anyway I can when you are in that space.” He kissed you on your forehead and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled, jumping into his arms and hugging him with all the strength you had. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your body, squeezing you and loving you even more in that moment, if that was possible.

You quickly wiped the stray tears that had fallen, getting up and going over to a box. “Let’s get these unpacked yeah?”

“Yeah!” Chris yelled as he started to unbox the one on the bed. “… Can I ask you questions while we unpack?” Chris hesitantly asked.

With a smile, you nodded softly at him, all fear and anxiety leaving your body after seeing how much he cared about you and getting this right.

“Of course, my love.”

[seething-angel]

🫧 here !! Yippee for requests being open !! I also like talking to people :3 so don’t worry about the caps,, anyways I wanted to know if I could request cg aventurine headcannons if you have any ? I adore him so much wnxnsn

CG!Aventurine Headcanons

hi hi hi omg!! i hope all these are enough!

— Aventurine definitely likes to spoil you, but staying home with you while you're little is so comforting to him!

— Baking, playing with dolls/other toys, coloring with you.. it feels perfect, you don't need to spend tons of money in the city to have heartwarming moments. He's honored that you trust him to be vulnerable and childish around him, and he wouldn't have it another way

— He'll let you play dress up with him if you want to- letting you put clips in his hair, put heart shaped sunglasses on top of his head, paint his nails, put bracelets on him, anything for you!

— Tucks you in all nice, and if you're sleeping in the same bed, he'll cuddle you and your stuffie!!

[v3nusxsky]

Hiii there I have 2 sheathings . Could I do a request for ‘it’s so cute when you…’ (or smth along those lines) with 7 and/or 5? With little!reader (if you still do that) x Larissa x Marilyn. Where reader has just had a really good and very productive day and Larissa and Marilyn are feeling soft as reader rambles? Second question could I claim the 🌻 anon?

Safe place

*Authors note~ welcome 🌻 anon! I’ve missed writing Agere sm so thank you for joining the clan of anons and for this request*

Trigger warnings ~ Agere, little r x Marilyn x Larissa. Momma Larissa, auntie Mari, nice Marilyn :), r is obsessed with Taylor swift music

Prompt ~see ask^^^

“Momma will be back soon bug.” Marilyn’s voice seemed to carry around the greenhouse. You loved to be in the room as she tended to her plants. Although you couldn’t touch every petal due to Marilyn’s rules, they were still pretty to look at. Often, Marilyn would play music as she worked which you loved. You loved working with auntie Mari when momma was busy. Luckily for you, when you regressed into a meeting with the principal due to stress she immediately took you under her wing. She absolutely adored her role as your caregiver but with all the strain of keeping Nevermore afloat she struggled with the idea of you alone, vulnerable and well scared.

So that’s how with your permission, Marilyn was let in on the little secret. She readily agreed to help in any way she could. If you couldn’t find one of them, you would be able to find the other. Both women loved to spend time with you in any mindset but Marilyn had to admit there was something special about being “aunty Mari” to you.

“My knuckles were bruised like violets” her unmistakable voice drifted around the room causing you to immediately gasp with excitement. This happened to be one of your favourite songs despite not understanding the lyrics in this headspace. “Oh gosh you are a little cutie when you get so excited at something so much, you start jumping up and down. Gonna dance with me bug?”

“Mari! Mari n me dance!” You giggled running to take the red heads hand, your dress swaying gently with your pace. She was more than happy to just sway with you as your little smile lit the room up.

We can plant a memory garden,

Beautiful flowers in a variety of vibrant colours sprouted from the walls, clearly your ability wasn’t so easily controlled in this state.

Say a solemn prayer; place a poppy in my hair

With an unpracticed ease, Marilyn reached over to grab the flower that lay on her work station before slipping it just behind your ear. Causing you to give her a bright smile as the song continued.

There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair

And we will never go back to that bloodshed crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

You couldn’t help but pout when the song ended as you knew it meant Marilyn needed to work and you wouldn’t continue making your pictures at the desk. But wanting to be good like you promised you would be you settle back down relatively quickly.

Minutes turned into hours before Larissa could finally escape the board meeting and back to her girl. The walk to the conservatory was longer than she remembered. The gentle waves of music hit the blonde first, it wasn’t uncommon for Marilyn to work to music. She stated it helped her feel more connected to the plants which always made the blonde chuckle. But this very specific musician had to be your pick. If there’s one thing she knew, her girl loved Taylor swift no matter what headspace she’s in.

Casually peaking around the doorframe, she saw Marilyn in her own world tending to some white roses and you sat at her desk, tongue out as you focused on the paper before you. Both the occupational were humming along to the music and clearly not noticing the extra presence. A rare moment to bask in the adorable sight before her, Larissa couldn’t help but smile.

The moment you spotted the woman, you were out of the chair and barrelling into her legs with your body. “Mommaaaaaaa” you squealed happily as she scooped you up into her arms. “Hello to you too my darling. Did you have fun with Mari?” One innocent sweet kiss pressed to your cheek as you launched into recounting every detail of your day. Rambles of the songs, the flowers, your drawings and dancing filled the room. Both the other women couldn’t help but lovingly watch you explain every last detail. Truly, they were lucky to have you in their lives.

"Oh darling, you’re just so adorable when start babbling without realising. Momma loves to hear her girl all happy." Larissa murmured ruffling your hair slightly before setting you on the ground with slightly flushed cheeks.

All I know, this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now,

I didn’t before

“Momma! This our song!” You exclaimed excitedly, “dance momma. Dance.” You held your hand out to the principal causing Marilyn to chuckle, “your turn Ris isn’t that right bug? Momma should have a dance with you.” As if she could say no, the little look on your face was simply too cute for words. With ease, she strides over to you scooping you up and placing you on her hip. You instantly snuggled into her warmth, your head settling into her neck. “Mari dance” you whined into her soft skin causing Larissa to silently invite the red head to join you. The three of you swayed to song after song, soaking in the moment of peace. Little did you know this was the start of something beautiful for you all.

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