#agere fanfic

[shhtickerbook]

no better feeling

[purplepinkskies143]

It was one of those perfect summer mornings, sunlight filtering through the leaves, the air smelling like fresh grass and something just a little wild. Your FCG/CG held your hand gently, careful with your small fingers, while you skipped along the zoo path, eyes wide with wonder.

“Look! Look at the flamingos!” they said, pointing with a grin, their voice soft and full of excitement just like yours. You bounced in place, tugging their hand to hurry closer, your little giggles bubbling up like a secret.

They crouched down to meet your height, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You wanna feed the giraffes later? They’re super gentle, I promise.”

You nodded fiercely, cheeks flushed from the warmth, not just from the sun, but from being held and cared for like this. Every step was a tiny adventure, every animal a new story whispered between you two.

At the petting zoo, your FCG/CG helped you so you could feel the soft fur of the baby goats. “See? They’re just like you! soft, curious, and a little bit mischievous.”

You snuggled into their chest, feeling safe and warm, the day stretching out full of promise. They pulled out a small plush tiger from their bag, a little gift, “for my brave little explorer,” they said, and you hugged it close, already dreaming of the next adventure.

When the sun began to dip low, they wrapped an arm around you as you both watched the sleepy elephants settle down. “Thanks for coming with me today,” your FCG/CG whispered. You smiled up, tired but happy.

“Can we come back tomorrow?” you asked softly.

They kissed your forehead, “Absolutely, my little sunshine. Any day with you is the best day.”

[dragon-queen21]

My toxic trait: Checking ever single new fandom I enter if there are any agere fics, never having my hopes up... and then thinking that I should be the one to write a fanfic for said small fandom

This is how I end up starting way to many projects (╥‸╥)

[miloscozycorner]

𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ☁︎︎

-> Regresses around 2-3. A teeny little dude! But I think he uses a lot of little gear even if they don’t like “fit his age range” or whatever. He uses pacis, teethers, stuffies.. I also really see him as a padded regressor, who uses pull ups in particular.

-> Yelena is definitely his cg no question about it !! Very mama coded. I think it started off where Yelena was always kind of soft and gentle w/ him in a caretaking type of way even before he disclosed his regression. So it wasn’t hard to fall into a comfortable rhythm with each other <33

-> Very chaotic. Like always forgetting something, tripping over something.. clumsy and silly even when he’s not meaning to (o_O)

-> Shy and nervous but also super energetic at the same ?? Like always running around and being absolutely goofy. But then if someone who isn’t yelena sees he gets red in the face and all embarrassed :’3

-> I also see Bob as being a pretty sensitive kiddo. A lot of tears, tantrums, whining.. sometimes it’s just complaining over little things, sometimes it’s a lot of big feelings. But Yelena takes any emotion just as seriously :)

-> A picky eater. Needs some help during meal times to make sure he’s getting all of his veggies and fruits in! Yelena manages to coax him with silly songs and clapping :)

[andyouloveme-agere]

would anyone be interested in date everything agere content from me? specifically classifications au?

[kindergartnr]

dada ! vi with a pet regressor blurb / oneshot !! (●’◡’●)ﾉ

agh hello tumblr!! this is ma first post yayyyyy!! 'm so excited to be here agh >v< i hope everypony loves this today :D enjoy!!

wc ; 542 - proof-read.

warnings ; vi is a butch lesbian and goes by he/him.

the day had been stressful. you walked down the dim pavement , your shoes scraping against the concrete as you slouched along. the house was in sight as you bumbled along , suddenly reaching the front door. you opened the door and placed your bags on the floor , whining as you felt the weight lift off your shoulders.

" hey hun , you home ? " you heard vi call from the living room , the sound of his xbox whirring in the background.

" mmm... " you hum , walking towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. as you grab the glass , you hear vi walk up behind you.

" you okay my love ? " he says , cuddling you.

you hum again , cuddling him back. he turns you to face him.

" what's wrong babe ? did you have a bad day ? " he asks , rubbing your back and looking at you with a concerned face. you nod as you hide your face in his chest , whining once more. he chuckles as you do so , stroking your hair.

" awh sweetheart. do you want dada to help you feel less stressed ? " he says , smiling sweetly at you. you nod as you look up at him once more , clearly slipping further into littlespace. you reach your hands up and make grabby hands at him , wanting him to pick you up.

" you want me to pick you up , pup ? " you nod as you smile. vi manages to pick you up and carry you towards the playroom. the door opens and he places you on the padded floor of the room. he grabbed a box full of goodies , opening it and placing it infront of you.

" now little one , what collar would you like ? " he pulled out multiple collars , your name etched into small golden plaques hanging from the leathers. you point to a red leathered collar and he smiled at you , helping you put the collar around your neck.

" there you go pup. all done! do you want your paci now ? " he asks , patting your head.

" yes please dada ! " you say , your imaginary tail wagging profusely. he smiles and pulls your paci out of its case. he places it into your open mouth , watching you suckle on the teat.

" you are so adorable little pup. " he says , caressing your small face with his rough thumb. he eventually stood up from his place on the floor with you , straightening his shirt as he does so.

" alright baby , im gonna make some food , ill be back , okay ? "

you nod as he smiles back at your upright form on the floor. he walks into the kitchen and grabs your favourite sippy cup from the cabinet , filling it up with some juice. soon after , he begins to make small sandwiches and snacks , plating them onto a small plastic plate. it seemed pretty quiet as he continued to make you your food , glancing over at the playroom door every so often. after finishing up in the kitchen , he makes his way back into the playroom.

" okay pup , here's your snacks- " he stops in his tracks as he sees you laid on a blanket on the floor , your legs spread like a starfish. vi chuckles as he watches you sleep , gently picking you up and placing you into your cot.

" sweet dreams little pup. "

©️ @kindergartnr 2025

[agere-fics]

Being A Little With The Thunderbolts

characters: bob, alexei, yelena, ava, john, and bucky

thunderbolts/new avengers x little!gn!reader

dni if under the age of 17 or if your blog has dd*g kink!

♡

Alexei:

he's literally the best uncle!cg/babysitter you could ever ask for

literally gets you hopped up on sugar and leaves your energizer bunny hyperness for bucky to deal with

bored? literally no worries cause alexi is taking you everywhere you wanna go. the aquarium? the park? with a big ol' grin on his face, he's ushering you to the car

speaking of the car, you get shotgun always and alexi almost always forgets that you need to wear you seatbelt

he uses his super strength to throw you around and rough house with you but 90% of the time you don't get hurt (don't worry about that other 10%. he buys you chocolates and toys if you promise not to tattle on him)

gives the bestest bear hugs you could ever ask for

Bob:

he usually regresses with you honestly, but he ranges between being a big brother or being on the younger side

will literally play monster trucks and dolls with you

you cuddle all the time and take naps together like the cute babies you are

you like to wear his clothes and sometimes he'll wear yours even if they don't fit properly

you always need to be in his line of sight cause you're literally his emotional support person. if he's in big brother mode, he'll frantically search for you and if he's in little baby mode he just starts crying until yelena helps him find you

you share a big plate of dino nuggies together!! and then fall asleep in a cuddle pile in the living room akdhs

Yelena:

she's your mama. shares cg custody with bucky.

very much a helicopter mom, overbearing and overprotective but usually you don't mind it if you're feeling really, really little. if you're feeling a bit older, you often throw tantrums that you're a "big kid" and yelena has to get alexei over to calm you.

she has rules for you but is not very stern. she definitely gentle parents you.

how natasha was for her is how she is for you and bob

will play dress up with you and bake with you

when you're baking, flour is thrown everywhere. both of you just covered in it. and obviously alexei joins in cause he loves his family. John just stands there in corner like: 🧍🙄

Ava:

biggest wine aunt that ever wine aunt'ed

literally let's you do whatever you want and gives you whatever you want but you're NOT spoiled that's not a nice word according to Ava

you guys play chase and hide and seek a lot

she does your hair and makeup all the time

she's actually really good at face painting

will fight and kill anyone for you on sight

someone have something to say about your age regression? game over. she's gonna get them and they'll never bother you about anything ever again.

John:

John honestly did not rock with the regression at first cause he was all like: "🙄🧍 what are you doing??"

but then you looked at him like this: "🥺" and he went all: "😖" and now he's your babysitter sjfhs

loves to carry you on his shoulders, or dead man carry you like a fireman. either way it's a very funny sight.

let's you use his shield to slide down the stairs

freaks out when you get hurt and start crying cause he has no idea what to do

so clueless but also so sweet

he teases you but he doesn't know how to show love otherwise

Bucky:

THERE'S SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT BUCKY

HE'S YOUR DADDY/DADA!!! AND THE BEST ONE EVER

at first, he didn't want to be vulnerable with you cause he was so scared. everyone he's been vulnerable with has left him. but slowly for surely you broke down his walls, convinced he was worth caring for too.

and having you as his little gave him so much purpose in life

he could actually wake up in the morning with meaning and satisfaction knowing you were there to hold his hand

you tug at his leg pants when you want something ajfhs

he's pretty strict honestly with lots of rules but you don't mind following them. he just wants you safe!

he let you cut his hair once. Once. never again lol

you guys do arts and crafts together!!

he ordered you your own super suit so you'd feel like a part of the team

[ittlebug]

joel finds you out in the cold. your parents haven’t returned from a supply run. you’re alone and scared— so he takes you back to his camp.

Joel slings his backpack over his shoulder and forces himself forward. He knows that stopping to rest now is essential if he plans on getting home, even if he so desperately wants to keep pace and make it there within the next hour. Logic wins. He pulls himself down and rests his fist under his chin.

A shuffle grabs his attention. He immediately pulls his gun, his eyes darting frantically, scanning for a threat. He lowers his weapon once the ‘threat’ enters his vision. A small kid, can’t be above 10. Shivering, clutching a dirty stuffed bear to their chest. You look terrified— rightfully so. With the world you live in now, it would be strange if you weren’t terrified. Joel approaches you slowly. Puts his gun away to show you he means no harm.

“Hey.. you, kid, under the porch. I ain’t gonna hurt ‘ya.” He crouches and offers his hand to you. You’re timid, untrusting. He understands, he’d probably have taught you to be untrusting too if he was your parent. He rolls a water bottle under the crack. You roll it back over his way.

“I promise it’s safe. Watch.” He takes a waterfall from the bottle. Showing you he didn’t do anything to the drink. Rolls it back to you. This time you accept it, gulping it down quickly. You were dehydrated. You haven’t left this spot since yesterday.

“Thank you..” you mutter, still afraid. Joel has a warm aura. You decide that maybe you can trust him. Maybe.

“Yeah. Come out from under there, kid. It’s ’bout to be night time. Don’t want a clicker to get ‘ya. I’ll keep you safe, bud.” He gives you his hand again. You take it. After pulling you out from under the porch he throws his jacket over you, not wanting you to freeze to death on the way home.

“I have a camp. Lots of food. Good things. You’ll like it. Other kids your age. You can play… whatever kids your age do. Learn to shoot, too, if you want. I teach that course.” You shrug. You aren’t sure what you want yet. You just want a warm bed, and to know that your parents are okay. “What were you doing under there anyway?” You both start the journey back to camp.

“Waitin’ for mama and papa.” Your voice cracks as you say it. Joel sighs.

“I’m sorry about that, kiddo. Really damn sorry.” He rubs the back of your head, trying to soothe the hurt, though he knows nothing could repair that wound. He’s lost a daughter before, he imagines it feels just like that, but reversed. Having to lose both your parents.

Hours pass and you’re nearing the camp. Joel can see how sleepy you are. He chuckles. Kids always look cute when they’re tired. “Think you can make it, kid?” You’re barely awake. You give him half a nod. He shakes his head.

“Listen, I can carry ‘ya. I don’t mind. I don’t bite, swear.” You blink, thinking it over. Drowsiness takes over and you reach for Joel. If he wanted to hurt you, he probably would have already. “Good. Good. C’mere, kiddo.” He reaches and pulls you up into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Sweet dreams. When you wake up you’ll be in a warm bed. Safe. I’ll pull some strings and get ‘ya some candy, too. A welcome home gift.”

You’re too tired to react. All you do is yawn and nod, letting the sleep overpower you and finally, it consumes you.

[softspace-fics]

I've been reading a lot of your little fics, and I love them! Especially the Stucky ones!

I had a request for a fic with Cg!Peter Parker (Andrew's version) x gn!little!reader

Andrew Peter is a very playful guy, so I'd imagine he'd love messing with reader, like jokingly scaring them. They have anxiety, but normally this is fine because they see it's Peter and instantly calm down.

But one day they've been having a bad day, too much stimuli ramping up their anxiety so they just want to relax at home, until Peter scares them when he gets home. He thought they'd start laughing like usual, but instead they start crying (and regress).

Too much.

Soooo I love this prompt and I hope you like the outcome!! Thank you for giving me Andrew Garfield spiderman I grew up on this spiderman version and this was amazing to write. Thank you for the prompt!! Enjoy<33

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings⚠️:Meltdown, anxiety attack, jump scare, panic attack, comfort, crying, let me know if i missed anything!!

Cg!Andrew Garfield spiderman x Gn!little

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Today was nothing short of a pit of fire, it felt like nothing was going right and all you felt like doing was crying. Work was filled with nothing but rude people, and people you talk to normally were indifferent about your feelings. Your heart heavy from the day, you hope to get home and not have to worry about a single thing.

Peter and you had been sharing a home for quite some time now, and its was such a relief for you. Him being your caregiver meant that days like this would end in giggles and love, even if the beginning sucked, he always made it better.

Once you open the door and throw off your shoes, jacket, and bag, you walk your way over to the bathroom, running water over your face and trying to calm down the rage of anxiety from today.

You stand there for god knows how long before you open the door and turn to leave. When you open the door Peter is standing there waiting for you, scaring every fiber of your being to your core.

Peter had a knack for being excessively quiet, and also found it quite joyful to scare you. Expecting your normal reaction of a scream or a cuss word and then laughing, he didn’t think twice before deciding to stand outside the bathroom and wait.

What he was unaware of was that him scaring you would cause you to start crying, not necessarily from him scaring you, but sometimes an immense amount of an emotion just causes your anxiety to spike so high, the tears just end up coming.

The moment he sees your tears he's pulling you into his embrace, and starts rubbing your back, worry running through his veins. He didn’t mean to make you cry; the tears were far from what he was intending to see as a reaction.

You grasp onto him like your life depends on it, sobbing into his shoulder as the weight of the day hits you more. The emotions soaking through your exterior and being worn by peter, who was more than willing to take it.

“Woah woah sweetheart, what happened? Did I scare you that bad?” He calmly asks, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to help regulate your breathing.

Unable to really get any words out, you shake your head and just hold on tighter to him. He softly picks you up, kissing your cheek as he carries you to the living room. He tries to get you to sit on the couch but your grip on him has him just sitting with you on his lap as he softly rocks you.

“Bad day baby? Was this just the last straw to break the camels back?” He softly whispers, trying to get just enough of a answer so he can help.

You nod, the tears flowing but not as heavily anymore. You peak out at him, seeing his face of worry and concern, you can’t help but want to hide more into him. He does his best to hold you as close to him as he can, knowing pressure helps you to regulate.

Once your tears have eventually faded enough you can talk, you tell him about the day you had, telling him about the rude people at work, and how the people you work with and your “friends” did nothing but make it worse.

He listens to it all as he softly wipes your tears off your face, kissing your forehead every now and then. He gives you some love and comfort before gently giving you some advice, something he tries to do to help you to learn to be able to stand up for yourself without causing you more anxiety.

Although days like this are extremely hard, you know the moment that Peter knows, he's there. He listens and helps and makes sure your safe and sound before giving you just enough advice for you to feel confident if a day like this happens in the future again.

[autistic-regressor]

Caregiver!jayvik making a hextech blanket that shrinks you down all smol after they wrap you up in it

Jayce is fine to carry you without it but you're too big for Viktor.

They'll know you're little cause you wordlessly go to the closet and bring the blanket out to them with big eyes like a puppy presenting a ball to their owner. Jayce will lay it down then pick you up and swing you back and forth saying "1...2...3..." Before (gently) throwing you down. Viktor will make a comment about him riling you up when you were about to have a nap. Jayce playfully fights against you to get you wrapped up all tight before shrinking you down and rocking you in his arms. Viktor sits on his stool holding you close to his heart as he softly sings lullabies in zaunite to you

[fangs-n-fluff]

I want to see more fanfics where caregivers are shown where they get tired and have feelings aswell as the regressor they’re caring for—without them wanting to punish their regressor 24/7 for some reason or clearly disliking the regressor they’re caring for.

Extra points if the fanfic includes a very fussy regressor, and a caregiver trying their best to help and naturally getting exhausted themselves and both the regressor and the caregiver has to come together and communicate in a healthy way—that validates both of their sides and feelings. <3

[purplepinkskies143]

You’re feeling small, and the Eleventh Doctor notices. No monsters today, just soft words, safe arms, and the TARDIS humming you to sleep.

🌈 SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY!🌈

The TARDIS hums gently around you, lights flickering blue and gold. You’re curled up in the corner of the control room, legs tucked under you, oversized jumper sleeves dangling past your hands.

The Doctor is dancing around the console, whacking levers and spinning wheels like he’s conducting a particularly unhinged orchestra.

“Okay! So. The TARDIS wants to go to, no idea where, frankly! Somewhere fun. Probably dangerous. Possibly covered in goo. Goo is underrated. Though last time it tried to eat me. Or propose. Hard to remember.”

He glances over his shoulder at you with that enormous, slightly manic grin.

You blink at him sleepily, clutching your stuffie tighter. Your paci bobs in your mouth as you pout, overwhelmed by the motion and noise.

“Oi.”

He stops dead. His brow furrows.

“That’s a sad little face. What’s this then?”

You let out a muffled whine.

Immediately he’s down on his knees, bow tie askew, hair in total chaos, peering at you like you’re a mysterious alien life form he must understand.

“Oh. Oh, I see. Bit small today, eh?”

His voice drops to that gentle he saves for the truly scared.

“Should’ve noticed. Silly me. Silly old Time Lord. Come here.”

You shrink back, shaking your head.

“Ah, no? Fair. Consent. Very important. The most important! Rule number… well, it’s up there.”

He backs off immediately, hands up in surrender.

“But! If you want, I can make it better. I’m brilliant at snuggles. Officially trained on seventeen planets. Even got a diploma. In crayon.”

You sniff, watching him warily. He tilts his head, waiting patiently.

Finally you hold out your arms.

His face lights up like Christmas and twin suns rising at once.

“Oh, thank you for inviting me. Tiny one.”

He gathers you carefully, like you’re spun sugar, and carries you to the jump seat. He sits, settling you on his lap and rocking you gently.

“There we go. That’s better. Look at us. Best friends in time and space.”

You hide your face in his tweed jacket. He wraps his arms tighter around you, humming some nonsense tune with no melody at all.

“Shhh… TARDIS says she’ll go slow. She likes you, you know. Very picky, my girl. Won’t even let half the universe in, but you? You’re precious cargo.”

You giggle around your paci.

He gasps theatrically.

“Did you laugh? Oh that’s it. You’re mine now. Sorry. Rules. Gallifreyan adoption law. Very strict. Look it up.”

You make another happy noise.

He bounces you gently in time with the TARDIS’ rhythmic hum.

“Feel better? Good. Because I’d never leave you alone like that. My little star. If you want to be tiny today, that’s brilliant. I’ll be enormous for both of us. Deal?”

You nod sleepily.

“Good. Nap time. Doctor’s orders. Very official. Need a prescription? I’ll write it in crayon later.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“No monsters. Just us.”

And you drift off in the Doctor’s arms as the TARDIS drifts through the Vortex.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Small Cuts

Summary: The thoughts and voices in Hunter's head are driving him crazy. He's constantly feeling ashamed and guilty for helping Belos and can't seem to forgive himself. One night, these thoughts get so loud that he has a breakdown in the bathroom.

trans Little!Hunter and Caregiver!Willow.

also tw for sh

The Noceda house was quiet. Everyone was in their cots, sleeping away the exhausting day of failed attempts to get back to the demon realm. Well, almost everyone. There was a small light underneath the bathroom door, leaking its way into the dark hallway. Inside this bathroom was Hunter. 

Sleep was very difficult for Hunter that night. Normally, he’d be able to get to sleep pretty easily now that he was allowed to go to bed early, but tonight, he could not fall asleep. His mind was plagued with anxiety, constantly worrying about how to get home. He felt like such a disappointment. He had helped Belos complete everything. He was the reason Belos even had titans blood in the first place. Maybe if he hadn’t been so ignorant, he would’ve realized his uncle didn’t really care about him.

So with all these thoughts making it impossible to sleep, Hunter decided to use the restroom, maybe get a glass of water. However, the thoughts never went away. Even as he used the bathroom and washed his hands, he couldn’t stop thinking about the day of unity. He stared into his reflection, hating it. So badly, he wanted to punch the mirror, but he knew it would cost Camila money. 

But the urge to punch something, pull at his hair, just hurt himself somehow, grew stronger. He couldn’t take it. He was such a failure. He didn’t deserve all these friends. He had messed up so bad and deserved pain and suffering. Tears started streaming down his face, he needed these thoughts to stop. He wanted them to end so badly. Suddenly, he was reminded of a moment a couple months ago, when he made his uncle angry again. These thoughts of pain and feeling like a disgrace were similar. And he knew how to make them stop. All he had to do was give himself the proper punishment, and the thoughts would fade away.

He wiped the tears from his eyes and opened the drawer. He grabbed the scissors, the same ones he and Willow used to cut his hair, and rinsed them under the water, slathering the blade with soap before drying them off with a towel. Now it was time. He took off his glove, but sighed. His hand was already incredibly damaged from the self-inflicted wounds he’d given himself. He needed somewhere else. The one area he could think of that wouldn’t be annoying to patch up were the inner sides of his forearms. 

He opened the scissors, gripped the handle and one blade piece, putting it to his skin. He dug into his wrist, making slashes. The pain felt amazing and awful at the same time. But it got the voices to stop. He didn’t know why, but the tears started coming out at a faster pace. He let out a pathetic sob as his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. Suddenly, he heard footsteps getting closer to him. He tried to shut up but his body let out a small cry. 

“Hunter, is that you? Are you okay?” Willow knocked on the door. Hunter cursed himself for being too loud. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay!” His voice quivered as he grabbed a wad of toilet paper and started wrapping his injuries in it. 

“Are you sure? You don’t sound okay,” Willow pointed out.

“Yeah, I’m fi- ah!” He accidentally pulled the toilet paper across the wound, causing it to sting badly. Not only that, but he saw that he had bloodstains on his shirt, “Shit, shit!” 

“I’ll give you one more chance, are you okay?” She said,

“I- I-, I’m on my period?” He tried. Ever since they got trapped in the human realm, Hunter hasn’t been able to take his potions, which caused his period to come back for the time being. So he thought that could possibly work as an excuse.

“You had your period last week. I’m coming in,” Willow grabbed the door handle and turned it, opening the door and entering the bathroom.

She was not prepared to see Hunter, on the floor, with toilet paper soaked in blood around his wrists. Immediately, she told herself not to freak out. She knew Hunter had a lot of mental problems and honestly, she should’ve seen this coming. Also, panicking would not help either of them. She walked in and sat next to him. She could tell he was starting to get worked up, so she held his hand.

“Follow my lead,” Willow instructed before holding up her other hand and counting to four on it while breathing. Hunter listened and did what he was told. He breathed for a while with her, trying to calm down. He felt more grounded and centered, especially after the breathing. He blushed a little when he realized he was squeezing Willow’s hand though.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” She asked.

“Mhm… sorry you had to see that,” He mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad I walked in and stopped you from continuing,” She wiped away some of his tears before opening up the cabinet and pulling out the first aid kit.

She helped clean his wounds while he vented to her about all his feelings. After holding all his emotions in for so long, it felt really nice to just rant about it. And Willow even provided reassurance. Something that he really needed. 

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?” She asked. Hunter shook his head though. He didn’t feel like he could go to sleep after this. 

“That’s fine, but I want you to try something for me if you’re not gonna sleep,” She proposed, “I want you to spend some time regressing with me, just until you’re feeling better. It really helps after breakdowns like this. Trust me, I’ve helped Amity after a couple and regressing does wonders,” 

He fidgeted with his fingers. Regressing did sound really good right now, but he was afraid Willow would be weirded out by his regression. But then again, she’s seen Amity regress, maybe it would be okay if he did it with her. Besides, Willow wasn’t the type to judge someone.

“Okay…” He mumbled.

“Great! Now I want you to go grab your stuffy and paci and wait for me on the living room couch. I’ll go fetch some padding for you,” Willow said, giving him a small smile. He nodded and got up to go grab his stuffed wolf and paci from the basement. He had a couple more little items like a sippy cup and some toys, but he didn’t feel like playing. 

When he entered the basement, he had to be extra quiet to not wake Gus up, but luckily, he had Wolf plushie on his air mattress and his paci in a small box next to the night stand. He put the pacifier in his mouth and held his stuffy.When he finished picking everything out, he walked back upstairs to the living room, where Willow was waiting for him. She had a towel placed on the floor and powder and wipes ready to go. 

“Do you want to do it yourself?” She asked. He nodded.

“Alright, I’ll turn around so you can get everything situated, but I will be checking the tapes, just to make sure you got it nice and snug,” Willow booped his nose, causing him to let out a small giggle. 

When she turned around, he unfolded the human realm diaper and set it down before laying on top of it. He sprinkled some powder on and tried his best to tape it up. 

“I done,” he told her. She turned around and checked the tapes. She gave him a small pitiful smile.

“Baby, It looks a tad bit sideways, can I fix it?” She asked. Hunter nodded. She quickly redid the tapes and patted the front of it.

“There we go, all done,” She smiled, before lifting him up and carrying him to the couch. She laid him down in her lap and turned on the tv at a low volume to not wake the others. She put on Bluey, one of Hunter’s favorite shows, and cradled him.

They watched about 5 episodes before Hunter’s tiredness was finally catching up to him. Being in such a little mindset, it was hard to think about all the big kid feelings and get distracted by them. He curled up and snuggled deeper into Willow’s arms as she held him, soon falling into a deep sleep.

[miloscozycorner]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x Regressor!Reader

• When Wanda invites you to spend the night with her, you can’t hide how much you’ve needed your mama.

cw: age regression, very light angst

( 1,058 words )

The AC did little to stop the tears as you put your car in park. “Get it together,” you mumbled to yourself, taking a shaky breath in and wiping off the tear tracks beginning to stain your cheeks.

You promised Wanda you’d come over for the night— recently, you hadn’t seen too much of her, opting to hole up in your dorm or steal any shift available at work, trying to pretend that drowning in university and work could make you forget the heaviness inside.

The feelings that you refused to let Wanda see— she didn’t deserve to be worried about you. She didn’t deserve to see you like this.

But it was all so much. You could barely keep up, and more often than not, your brain would almost slip into being tiny. You were too small, too vulnerable, and all your feelings were just so big.

Only Wanda could make it feel better. Easier. Lighter. Tell you it’s okay to be small, that she’ll take those big feelings and hold them as long as her little bunny needs it.

You huffed into your palms, inhaling deeply before turning the car off and getting out.

Footprints formed under dewy grass as you trudged to her front door, ignoring the walkway. You wouldn’t burden Wanda with this. You couldn’t ruin the night.

“Oh, my love!”

Wanda’s excited voice immediately made your heart soften just the slightest bit, allowing her to wrap her arms around you and peck kisses over your face.

“It’s so good to see you, my precious one.” Wanda cooed, cupping your cheeks and laughing when she saw you shuffle your feet and suppress a smile.

“I missed you, Wans,” you found yourself mumbling, burying your face into her shoulder for just the briefest moment of comfort. The scent of cinnamon filled your nostrils, the familiar scent grounding you.

Wanda kissed the top of your head, before you reluctantly pulled away.

Soft fingers laced around your own, and you followed behind Wanda down the hallway. “I know you’re tired, so I thought we could do a movie night?” she said, looking over her shoulder as you gave a nod.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you replied, your lips tilting upwards. Wanda always knew what you needed— you never needed to ask. But the softness of it all was making your brain grow fuzzy, small.

Immediately, the familiar sight of moonlight through pale curtains and the cool breeze escaping out of a half-opened window hit you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, tension slipping away from your shoulders.

Wanda had wandered over to the dresser, throwing a pair of space-themed pajamas on the bed. “These should fit you, munchkin.”

You changed into the clothing, silence washing over the room. Wanda glanced away as you changed, but still taking a note on how your movements got less coordinated, and a brief babble escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“So, how was your day sweetness?” Wanda finally questioned, and you could tell she was trying to coax you into regressing. Because of course that’s what she knew you needed. Even if you didn’t know it yourself.

“Yeah— yeah, the day went fine,” you replied, trying not to glance at her in fear you’d slip entirely. But you did it anyway, Wanda’s face turning into that expression she always made when you were tiny.

A beat passed before you spoke.

“What?” you questioned, crossing your arms over your chest almost defensively.

“Why won’t you talk to mama?”

Wanda’s voice was so soft, so gentle. Her eyes crinkled, and you could see the worry in them.

That’s when you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears filled your eyes, and with a soft “Oh, my baby, come to mama,” you slipped into a pair of gentle arms.

“It’s really hard sometimes,” you whimpered into Wanda’s sweater, not noticing your tears starting to stain the fabric.

“My poor bunny. Mama knows it’s so hard. You’re such a brave little one, aren’t you? So strong, working so hard. But it’s okay to let mama help you, precious.” Wanda cooed, holding your face in her soft palms and looking you in the eyes.

Pads of her thumbs wiped away your tears, watching you sniffle and hiccup as you attempted to calm yourself. “Didn’t—” you sucked inward, trying to calm your hiccups. “Didn’t wanna bother you.”

Wanda frowned, shaking her head. She moved from standing to sitting on the bed, guiding you to cuddle up against her. You obliged, letting your body get wrapped in Wanda’s arms while your head rested in the crook of her neck.

Slender fingers ran through your hair, soft kisses placed on your hairline. “Sorry,” you mumbled in a croaky voice, not willing to meet Wanda’s eyes out of embarrassment.

“Shhh, don’t apologize, baby. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Mama’s missed her sweet one. Let me hold you,” she replied softly, cradling your head against her chest in one hand while the other traced soothing circles up and down your spine.

After a moment, you glanced up at her, remembering the offer of a movie night. “Mama, can we watch Ponyo?” you requested shyly, and Wanda chuckled in response, bopping your nose.

You giggled, swatting at her hand with a “mama!” while Wanda simply laughed and answered you. “Of course, sweetheart. Here, mama will get you your stuffie and some snacks.”

You whined in protest when Wanda slipped out of the bed, giving your hair one last stroke and standing up. “Mama,” you grumbled, pouting and making a grabbing motion with your hands.

It didn’t take much time before it clicked for Wanda— she scooped you into her arms, letting your legs wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck.

“Baby, how can mama get everything when you’re wrapped around me like a koala, silly thing.” Wanda teased, kissing your forehead with a scrunch of her nose.

“Not moving,” you mumbled into her neck, holding onto her with a firm grip.

With a sigh, Wanda obliged, realizing she wasn’t going to convince you to let go of her. But that was okay with her.

Because Wanda would do anything to make you happy— even if it meant trying to carry all the snacks with her little one clinging onto her.

[littlespace-imagines]

How about a Chucky and Tiffany x little reader where little reader gets clingy with Chucky because they don’t want him to go kill people because they’re afraid he won’t come back (even tho he always does) with fluff at the end. (Reader headspace is 3)

Cg!Chucky x Little!Reader x CG!Tiffany

Contains: honorifics (both mommy and daddy), CG/L dynamics, Littlespace, cursing, canon typical violence mention

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

“No!No!No!” You yelled with tears streaming down your face

“Baby, you’ve gotta put daddy down we have to go.” Momma Tiff said as she reached her hands toward the possessed doll clutched in your hands

“No, I don’t want you guys to go, you’ll leave me.” you cry

“What the fuck are you talkin about?! We come back every time.” Chucky says and you cover his mouth causing him to start kicking, you panic as you begin to loose your grip

“Daddy, no please! Just stay tonight please!” You beg as you sit on the floor and try to keep the struggling doll in your grasp. You watch as Tiffany reaches down and plucks him from your arms causing you to tug away shaking your head fiercely, you can tell Chucky is mad, he hates when his doll body is used against him.

“That’s it Little one! I’m giving you to the count of three or else you’re getting a spanking.” Tiffany said and you couldn’t help but tense, you knew this must be a big bad thing for your mommy to threaten to spank you.

“One.” She started to count, her perfectly manicured finger raised to match the numbers she was counting. You sighed and sat Chucky down before burying your face in your hands and sobbing,

“Now, what’s gotten you all worked up? You know I’ll always come back to ya.” Chucky says with his arms crossed,

“I’m just so scared something dangerous could happen to you.” You say through your tears.

“Trust me, babe, this is nothing, we’ve gotten ourselves out of much worse.” Chucky says and you smile weakly. Momma Tiff instantly softens, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Oh, sweetface, you know your daddy and I will always be safe.” She says, taking your chin in between her fingers before she gently untangles your arms from the possessed Good Guy fill your Daddy’s soul was inhabiting. Once free, Chucky ran his hands through your hair.

“Tell ya what… you be good while I’m gone and maybe I’ll have one of those fuckin’ tea parties with you or sum shit… but only if your momma says you behaved.” Chucky says, trying and failing to keep us his usual biting indifference. You gave a shaky smile and a nod, he reached up using his doll hand to brush tears out of your face.

“Great. Now be fuckin’ good.” He says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder since it was the closest thing he could reach as you both sat on the floor, he gave Tiff a kiss, wiping her lipstick from his lips as he ducked out the doggie door Tiff had installed for him to come and go from her trailer.

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https://www.tumblr.com/everettswritings/777684642863136768/teddy-anon-here-and-ok-i-got-an-idea-im-sure?source=share

I got inspired by this...imagine:

White lily doesn't regress because she doesn't think she deserves happy baby time...her four friends STRONGLY disagree...cue babying her until she can't hold it in anymore and finally regresses and starts having her 'two moms and two dads' start to take care of her lol

I can't wait to see how the 4 make her regress or subtly nudge her into regressing aaaand what white lily is like being babied...and maybe, if you want a dash of origin of idea in there, say golden cheese 'punishes' her by claiming that the 'tickle monster' is gonna 'eat her tummy' and cue playful belly nibbles or raspberries and white lily going nuts lol!

Also leaving it kinda vague so you can stuff as many things as you wanna do with idea into it...just added little tibits of ideas incase you like it and/or get inspiration for it and/or something!

I actually love this idea so much and I was dying to get to it. This is canon. I’m DevSisters, trust, trust. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

White Lily Cookie sighed as she laid down on the floor, reading, all while her friend’s had their prying eyes locked onto her. They looked like they were waiting for something to transpire. They were, actually. Since it had been so long since they last saw White Lily Cookie, it had also been so long since they were able to watch her regress and take care of her. She knew this, too, but she didn’t feel like she deserved it after what she had done.

“Can you all stop staring at me, please?” She asked softly. The others mumbled, but didn’t say anything as they finally stopped their staring. However, being as bold as she was, Hollyberry Cookie walked over to her friend’s side and kneeled down to her level to talk.

“Come on, dear, you can’t blame us when it’s been such a while!” She gently pinched White Lily Cookie’s cheek, already baby-talking, “Where’s our little girl?”. White Lily Cookie could feel her little self trying to peak over her walls, but she gently shooed her away and stood up with the book in her arms. “Not today, guys.” She stated and walked away. Golden Cheese Cookie huffed and crossed her arms, “That isn’t fair! I believe I deserve some baby time.”.

The others nodded in agreement. They looked to one another, then grinned, as if silently concocting a scheme. Maybe there would be a way to coax it out of her, no? It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done such a thing.

White Lily Cookie had retreated to her greenhouse, engrossing herself in the book once more, but then she heard footsteps on the stone and looked up to see Pure Vanilla Cookie approaching her. He waved, she waved back, then returned her attention to the pages as she flitted through them. She couldn’t ignore the buzzing sound that hung over her head, though. She noticed a bee hovering close by, trying to get into the flower she wore in her hair, and tried to shoo it away.

“Go… go away.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie then grabbed her hand, chuckling softly, “Careful! It would hurt if he stung you, wouldn’t it?”. White Lily Cookie gave him a funny look, then nodded somewhat, “That’s right. Here, let me handle it for you.” The healer offered and gently took the bee in his hand to place it on a flower further away. Pure Vanilla Cookie then waved at the bee, “Bye-bye, Mr. Bee!” Lily, say bye-bye.” He told her. The first letter escaped her lips, then she covered her mouth. He cannot be serious.

“I can’t believe you guys.” She stood up again “I’m not regressing today!” She pouted, the treatment was already working its magic. Sure, it would be a slow process, but it would be worth it. She decided she’d try the gardens outside. Big mistake.

As soon as she sat down by a blossoming tree, a Cream Wolf ran up to her and started sniffing and licking her. White Lily Cookie turned the other cheek, trying to avoid getting any of the dog’s slobber all over her face. She heard a whistle from Dark Cacao Cookie, the Cream Wolf heard it too and went to his side.

“My apologies, honey. This one just started training.” He knelt down beside White Lily Cookie and gently wiped her face with a handkerchief, “So messy.” He murmured. White Lily Cookie caught herself giggling at the feeling, which made Dark Cacao Cookie smile softly, “Aww, is that funny?” He asked. White Lily Cookie covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. He then pointed to the book in her hands, “Do you wish to read?” He chuckled fondly and sat down next to her “Come, I’ll read with you.” He offered. “Stop it!” White Lily Cookie started pouting again “I know what you guys are doing.” She stormed away.

“Hmph.” Dark Cacao Cookie snapped his fingers with defeat, he really thought that would get her.

White Lily Cookie finally gave up on trying to read in peace, considering how her friends insisted on helping her regress. She said she didn’t want to, but they all knew that wasn’t the reality of it. She really wanted to, she was so close, but she felt like she didn’t deserve it. How could she deserve it after all the pain she had caused them? Now she just had to watch out for Hollyberry Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie.

White Lily Cookie was sitting in the banquet hall, trying to think of what she wanted to eat, but with her mind trying to drift into littlespace it was hard to focus on anything. Hollyberry Cookie saw the opportunity and went for it, walking up next to her, “Can’t choose? Don’t worry about it, I’ll get something for you.”. White Lily Cookie was honestly about to decline the offer, but all the “no”s and “stop it”s got caught up in her throat. She nodded reluctantly. Hollyberry Cookie chuckled and patted her head “Attagirl! Go and sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”.

White Lily Cookie nodded again and went to sit down at one of the tables by the stained glass windows. She found herself chewing on her fingers, a terrible habit she had. Oho? What’s this? A double team effort? Golden Cheese Cookie showed up behind her and poked her tummy, causing her to giggle and stop her chewing.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! You know it’s not good to nom on your hands, baby.” She stroked White Lily Cookie’s hair, sitting beside her, “Now what happened to your teether?” She started looking through an imaginary bag at her side. Hollyberry Cookie smiled and sat down across from Golden Cheese Cookie and shook her head, setting White Lily Cookie’s food down in front of her, “She doesn’t need that old thing! She’s just hungry. Aren’t you?”. White Lily Cookie nodded, immediately grabbing her fork and clumsily scooping up bites of food. Little crumbs fell all over her dress, making both Golden Cheese Cookie and Hollyberry Cookie laugh.

“There she is!” She said, patting White Lily Cookie’s head again, making her babble in response. “Guys, come in here! Look how precious!” Hollyberry Cookie called, summoning the last two of the Five. The boys immediately started cooing and fawning over how precious their friend looked, sitting themselves at the table as well.

See? The results were worth it! All though it took a little elbow grease, they finally got their dear White Lily Cookie to regress once more. It was such an adorable sight. Oh, if only she could stay like that forever!

The end

Ahhh!!! cute!!! I’m surprised I didn’t include any tickling like suggested, but honestly I can save that for a part two. Have a good one 🫶