#caregiver peter parker

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Hello!!

I just read → this ← fic of yours and I'd really love a second part or continuation of the story, where the little!reader spends a day with peter as their babysitter. 💖

They play games, craft and draw together. Maybe you could include the theme of sensory issues?

╰→ Example: They try out finger painting, but the bad textureᵀᴹ makes either the little!reader or Peter (or both?) feel icky, so they do something else instead.

Maybe they go outside when it's raining, the end result of that being, both of them end up completely covered in mud. And maybe Peter is a little annoyed at first, because everything is wet and gross, but little!reader and him still end up either having a mud-battle (like a snowball fight, but with mud) or jump around in puddles or whatever...

I don't know, just some cute ideas I thought of..

Either way, I would absolutely adore a babysitter!Peter × little!reader story.

P.s. I absolutely adore the autistic Peter head canon!

enjoy this cute gif of Tom Peter with a doggo

Hiiii!!! I am so sorry this took so long Darling. I do appreciate that you've waited so patiently!! It means a lot to me <3 I really loved your idea and I hope I've done it justice!

"Babysitter"

Pairing: Platonic!Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader

Summary: Your caregivers have a mission so your new friend babysits you, things go mostly well.

Warnings: Meltdown? Nicknames (Lovie)

(Gender neutral reader)

(I'm writing autism from my personal experiences.)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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You and Peter had gotten closer since the party. You understood each other and had slowly started hanging out nearly everyday. Tony was happy that Peter was having regular social interactions and Steve and Bucky were incredibly proud that you were doing the same.

Peter and you had planned a day of hanging out for today. Normally the others would be on the other room however there was a mission that everyone was needed for. Peter offered to babysit you for the day and everyone was happy to let that happen.

Everyone left and you quickly decided that the day was going to be spent doing arts and crafts.

You had done colouring, you had done drawing. Peter then got an idea.

"Hey Lovie, how do feel about doing some painting?" He asked gently.

You paused and thought for a moment before responding. "We don't have any paint brushes though"

"What if we don't use brushes? What I'd we do some finger painting?"

"Really?!" You asked excitedly, you had never done finger painting before.

"Yep" he said chuckling.

Peter quickly got some more paper and some bright paints.

"How do I do it?" You asked curiously.

Peter came up behind you and took your hand in his, guiding you to the paint to dip your hand in before moving your hand to the paper. Making a colourful print.

You were practically bouncing in your seat you were so happy.

However as the left over paint began to dry on your hand you were quickly made unhappy.

"What's wrong Lovie?" Peter asked approaching you.

"It's icky!" You said loudly.

"Oh.. it's okay. Take a deep breathe okay? I'm gonna pick you up so we can go wash your hands, is that okay?"

You nodded moving your hands to your mouth.

"No, Love you can't do that they're covered in paint."

He moved your hands away from your mouth, picking you up and taking you to the kitchen to wash your hands.

Peter made quick work of getting the dried paint off your hands and drying them.

"Are you okay now?"

"Mhm.. that was fun but then it was icky"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Lovie I didn't think about that.. that's why I wasn't doing it.."

He pressed a light kiss to your forehead before deciding it was tike for a movie.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Mhm!"

"Okay let's go then."

He carried you to the sofa and sat down, you cuddled in his arms. He decided to put on a your favourite Disney movie and withing minutes you had fallen asleep, grasping Peters shirt for security.

Sighing gently Peter closed his eyes and followed you into a peaceful sleep.

[littlespacereader]

Hiii I hope your doing well I saw your spooky requests so I hope this is good enough

Do you think you can write something with (either Tom's or Andrew's)Peter parker with a little wanting to be Spiderman for Halloween and maybe helping them make a custom suit?

Literally so cute!!! I definitely to go with Andrew’s Spider-Man to change things up a bit! I hope you enjoy this story!! I made it so you as the reader can decide what your Spidey suit looks like! Enjoy!!❤️💙

Little Spidey❤️💙🎃

Caregiver! Peter Parker & GN Little! Reader

Tags- custom Spidey suits, trick or treating, Peter goes by Papa, Halloween, drawing, creating a suit together

Y/N ran into Peter’s room with another beautiful masterpiece of a drawing. They happily held it close to their body, as if it was a surprise.

Peter smiled seeing his little one run over with such enthusiasm. “What do you have here? Another master piece for Papa?”

He held his hand out for it but Y/N hesitated.

“So you know Halloween is just a couple of weeks away?”

“Yup, you tell me at least once a day.” He smirked.

“I know. But I’m so excited!! And…And I think I got my costume figured out! I wanna be your sidekick!” They smile back to him, clearly excited about the idea.

“You wanna me a mini me?” He smiled back, “I’ll have to run to the store and get more blue and red fabric-.”

“No Papa.” They stopped him tugging on his arm. “You’re misunderstanding. I wanna be your sidekick. My own Spidey!”

They turned the picture around and happily show it to Peter. The drawing is a picture of them in a custom Spider-Man costume, unique with their own colors and design.

“Could we make this?” They asked.

“Could we- Of course we can! Wow!! I love the design and the colors and everything! I love everything about this!” Peter looks from the photo and back over to me. “You ready to be my Little Spidey sidekick?”

“YES!!!” Y/N starts jumping around, so beyond excited.

That afternoon was spend going to the fabric store, getting all the colored fabrics, making sure they weren’t too inchy or anything texture wise that felt wrong.

Then it was off to the sewing machine back home to start to put all the pieces together. Peter sewed on the machine and Y/N sat beside him, watching the whole process.

It took a couple of days, a couple of fittings and a couple of adjustments, but by Halloween night it was ready!

“Don’t peek!” Y/N said grabbing their suit and running off to the bathroom.

“I won’t! I’m keeping my eyes closed.” Peter sat in the living room, his heart beating with excitement for his little one. He hope their suit was everything they could want.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed!”

“I am!” Peter could hear their feet walking across the room and stopping infront of the couch.

“Ready?” They said beyond excited.

“Ready!”

“Okay….OPEN!”

Peter opened his eyes and gasped. He looked in awe, seeing his Little one dressed up in their own Spidey costume. While he knew what it looked like having worked on it for over a week, it was something else seeing them put it on.

“Y/N!! You look amazing!! Wow!!”

Y/N was practically jumping up and down, “You like it?!”

“I love it!! But more importantly do you like it?”

“I LOVE IT PAPA!!” They yelled excitedly. Y/N runs and hugs Peter, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!”

“Of course!! I’m so happy you love it!” Peter laughed, hugging them back.

“Okay,” they broke apart and Peter grabbing their trick or treating bag. “Time to head out!”

“Wait!” They grabbed his arm halting him in his tracks, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where’s your suit?”

“Where’s my….” He paused, thinking it over. “I can’t go out with my Spider-Man suit. People would know my identity.”

“No they wouldn’t!” They giggle, “They would think you were dressing up as Spider-Man!”

Suddenly it clicked in. He smiled, ruffing their hair, “You’re so right. You’re just so smart my smart cookie. You wait here, I’ll go grab my suit.”

Peter dashed off to his room in the apartment and after a few minutes he walked back out, his signature red and blue suit on.

He smiled, putting his hand out to Y/N, “Ready to take on New York myLittle Spidey?”

Y/N smiles back, “READY!”

[softspace-fics]

hey I’m sick and I was wondering if you could make one of either Steve Rogers or spiderman (Tom holland) taking care of a sick little

Sickie

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - I know this is kind of a short one, I had to have dental work done today and I've also just been super busy today and in alot of pain but I hope that this helps you feel even a little bit better. I know you said one or the other, but I had an idea and could include both! Hope you like it!

Warnings⚠️: Sick little, PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN STEVE, PETER AND YOU, mainly fluff!!

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Peter got worried when he heard your little coughs throughout the night. He had the room right next to your room, and had been doing some work on his suit when he first heard it. This meant that he had stayed up the whole night incase you woke up and needed a caregiver.

When you came out as a little, you had first been getting taken care of by Steve, seeing as he was the person who helped you to tell the rest of the team and was the first to find out. Soon after Steve started going on missions again, Peter helped to take care of you. It started more as he was a babysitter, but after a fe years, he’s taken on being a second caregiver.

When Steve got back from his 5am run, he was met by a worried peter sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for the elder. 

“Steve they’ve been coughing all night. I think I heard them sneeze like 10 times too. I’m worried.” Peter stands up abruptly, almost starling Steve.

Steve looks at Peter concerned before quickly but quietly going over to your room and softly opening the door. He walks over to the edge of your bed before softly feeling your forehead. His eyes widen and he turns around to look at Peter who's standing there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets and anxiety written all over his face.

“They're like a furnace. Can you go get them a damp cloth and some meds? I'm gonna wake them up and see if I can get them into some cooler clothes.” Steve calmly whispers to Peter, who then speeds off to go collect the items requested.

Steve wakes you up gently,kissing your forehead and trying to softly help you out of dreamland. You softly whine, rubbing your eyes until Steve gently takes your hand from your face. 

“Hey sweetheart how're you feeling?” He asks gently.

All he can get out of you is a whine, you curl into him, feeling absolutely awful.

He softly coos before he gently picks you up and helps you to get more comfortable.

Peter comes back in the room a few minutes later with the items that steve sent him on a quest to find, and sees you laying with a thinner blanket stolen from his room, and one of steve's shirt on you. 

The rest of the day is spent with Steve and Peter each taking their time with you, getting you water, meds when you need them, and just ultimately making sure your comfortable and safe. That's the most important thing to them. 

[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

[jjtheresidentbaby]

could you do maybe cg! Tony where peter comes over when reader is little and Tony is worried peter is gonna be too rough with them cuz reader is like shy n more reserved when little, but he's really sweet and the three of them jus color and stuff?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gentle ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| tony stark x reader x peter parker

warnings: tony being anxious, pet names

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Tony sits nervously next to you, tapping his fingers restlessly against his thigh as you both wait for Peter to arrive. This is the first time he’s going to be around while you’re small, you’ve gotten along with the teen at random party’s Tony’s hosted or occasionally seeing him while he was on a mission, but Tony has anxiety about him seeing you while you’re regressed.

He knows Peter would never intentionally hurt you, but the boy has super strength that’s fairly new and controlling that can be difficult. Not to mention how much energy Peter has compared to your own, a loudness and excitement you don’t tend to match while in headspace. You’ve always been on the quieter side of things, Tony’s worried you might get overwhelmed today and has already told you that you can ask to go to your room anytime you need to.

You’re not worried about seeing Peter, he’s always been nice and sweet towards you, you don’t expect anything different today. So you’ve done what you can to calm Tony down. Cuddling into his side seems to be the most affective, and what you’re doing right now.

“Here he is baby.” Tony says quieter, more for himself than you but you’re okay with it, you silently nod and curl farther into your caregivers side.

“Hi guys, sorry I’m a few minutes late I was caught up in patrol with this guy who lost his bike.” Peter rambles as he dumps his backpack and mask onto the floor, smiling brightly to you and Tony once you’re able to see his face.

“Hi Pete!” You grin when he walks over, crouching in front of the couch to be at your level.

“Hey there, Mr.Stark said you’d be feeling small when I came over today, is that true?” His tone is gentle and calm, you can feel Tony relax next to you at hearing it.

“Uh-huh. You wanna color with me?” Peter immediately nods, letting you pass by him to get over to the coffee table where coloring books and crayons are stashed underneath it.

You and Peter sit across from one another, cross legged and chatting quietly about what picture Peter should color and which one you should. Tony can’t help but sigh in relief at the sight, and snap a quick picture that he hopes neither of you noticed. He also makes a mental note to put Peter on the ‘possible babysitters’ list he has going for emergency’s.

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[outlandish-dreamer]

caregiver! Peter Parker 🕷️❤️

-for @babyboyblues-world <3

such an easygoing and chill guy! Thats not to say he doesn’t match your energy, but he doesn’t really mind doing whatever, he’s always there for you regardless. He just wants you to be happy

HUGE sci-if person, so anytime you pick a movie or a book, he tries and fails to hide his excitement

LOVES stargazing and pointing out all the cool space facts he can find. Maybe he’ll even quiz you on the constellations or whether or not Pluto’s a dwarf planet

Speaking of books, he gets INTO it though. He takes playing very seriously; doing all the voices and getting into character

Uses his powers to his advantage, taking you all over the city. It’s pretty scary, but he’s got you! He won’t let anything happen to you

“Look Buggy! See, I told you it wasn’t so bad! You were so brave, nice job kid!

Sometimes that doesn’t work out in his favor, he may have fallen off the wall or ceiling a few times. Wait who said that?

Loves sharing his interests and collections with you. Surprisingly enough, you’re one of the few people he trusts around his stuff. He knows you won’t make fun of him for it

He tries not to let his Spider-Man life bleed too much into his personal life, but he’ll always tell you about it if you’re interested! He just won’t talk about it at random

When he does however, he’s still really shy about it, but you don’t mind. He’s still your hero, even when he doesn’t feel like one

Speaking of which, he brings you back whatever stuff he finds when he’s gone. Sometimes it’s a stuffie, other times it’s a lego set, hey, once he even got you a wind-up spider. Although, that last one, he realized probably wasn’t the best idea

Shows off all his favorite spots and picks the perfect places to look up at the sky. He’s content to just sit there and hold you while the world seems to stop. When it’s all peaceful and quiet, with one of his best friends. His little bug

[ducklingsandlambs]

hi da! Found you account yesterday nd s cool! Was wondering if could request some Spider-Man: No-Way Home paci edits of th three Spider-Man’s? They would reggrs togthr m thinks!

Of course kiddo! Here you go!

And then one with the three together!

Now Playing: The Night We Met  1:13 ───|──────   3:29

[4yrsf]

i wnt a dada/mam so badly!!

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

Day 6: A Character You Headcanon As A Regressor

the 25 agere moodboards continue!

[nxrseryclouds]

🕸️ A Game Of Telephone And WebShooters

Pairing: Caregiver!Wade Wilson x Regressor! Peter Parker (Loosely Earth-616 Comics Based)

Synopsis: When Wade has to leave a Regressed Peter all by himself- the Spiderling gets a phone call that is too important not to answer! Chaos ensues as Peter messes with the person on the other end! Wade comes home to the aftermath!

Tags: Fluff, SpideyPool, Softness, Regression

Warnings: Use of Pet Names (Daddy, ETC), Fight Mention, Deadpool is being Deadpool.

Word Count: 1,050 Words

Author's Notes: Back with more fluff and good feelings! I’m sick and this piece was a bit of a comfort for me since I’m feeling very yucky! I hope you guys enjoy all of Peter’s shenanigans!

“Come on! I just had this suit tailored!” The black and red clad Anti-Hero shouted at the men who attempted to slash and hack at him like he was some sort of cheap deli meat. It was his luck that they seemed to be really bad at their jobs! Who even hired these people? This was an unfortunate daily, or almost daily occurrence, and it grew a bit tiresome when they all couldn’t even be bothered to even aim properly. That was just how things went for Wade Wilson, though most of these guys only knew him as the one and only Deadpool. These men were supposed to be more efficient at their jobs and they could hardly make a dent on him! Which he supposed he should be thankful about, he needed this whole ordeal to be handled sooner rather than later. He really couldn't show up full of bullet holes or wounded. This was because back at the shared Wilson-Parker apartment was an unsupervised Peter Parker who was fully regressed. Wade never seemed to mind when Peter needed some time to be free from all of the responsibilities of Spider-Man, however his own duties had called and he was whisked away from his little spiderling. He cursed under his breath when he received the call, settling his Little on the couch with Legos and a bit of breakfast. That would have to keep Peter occupied until he was finished, it wouldn’t take him too long. Or he really hoped it wouldn't.

Back at the apartment, Peter had finished his breakfast quite quickly. If Wade had been there he would have scolded him about the possibilities of choking and terrible stomach-aches, however the man was nowhere to be found. This hardly bothered Peter, before he had Wade he had always regressed by himself. Both looking after himself and keeping himself occupied, he knew what he liked so it was never too difficult. This time he was focused on assembling the Legos that Wade bought him. Though it was technically an activity for Big Peter, Little Peter was smart enough to build the set without chewing on any of the miniature pieces included in the set. He snapped the little bricks together bit by bit, following each page of instructions as best as he was able. Some of it was sloppy with a few bricks misaligned here and there, but he certainly tried his very best. His eye would occasionally flicker upwards, idly watching whatever was playing as background noise, though most of his focus was on the Legos themselves. Last time he stopped paying attention it resulted in pinched fingers and too many tears, he did not want to repeat the same sort of mistake as last time. Though just as expected boredom eventually had seeped in, Peter was looking for something else to keep him occupied. First he tried watching cartoons, but they weren’t as fun without Wade making funny commentary. Then he tried to play with his web shooters, but it made a horrendously sticky mess that he attempted to hide in the trashcan and under the couch cushion. Wade would certainly lecture him on that later, but he was not here. What was left for a spiderling to do?

Though his thoughts became derailed at the sound of ringing, a ringtone that was certainly not his own. No. It was his Caregiver’s phone! Wade must have left it behind when he hurried out the door, a simple mistake. He toddled toward the sound, grasping the vibrating device in his hand. The number displayed was unknown, but that did not make Peter any less curious about who might be on the other end. His finger swiped the accept button, simultaneously pressing the speaker button so it was not blaring in his already sensitive ears. “Hello?” Though his voice came out rather childish, the other person on the phone either did not hear him at all or did not seem to care. “Wade, we know it’s you! Stop this nonsense and let our men go!” The man sounded panicked, almost startled. That must mean that his Caregiver was doing a good job! “Who’s Wade?” It is not like Peter was unaware of his Caregiver’s identity, but that’s not what he called him! Usually it was Daddy, Dada, Bub, Bubba, or something in a similar sense. The person on the other line paused for a moment before speaking, he seemed stunned. “Who is this?” The man’s voice was rough as he attempted to pry logical answers out of Peter. Though to him it was like a silly game! “Petey.” He answered back honestly, hearing a loud but exhausted sigh on the other end. “Okay Petey, go get Wade.”

“Nobody named Wade lives here.” The man on the other end was clearly losing his patience because his tone became a bit harsher. “Is there an adult I can speak to? Anybody beside yourself?” Peter thought for a brief moment before the lightbulb in his head seemed to light up. “Yeah my Daddy!” His voice sounded far more ecstatic when he announced that. To which by some coincidence, Wade himself walked through the door. Almost as if on cue, he was quite good at comedic timing. Peter made a silent gesture with his hands, wanting to be picked up despite the male’s disheveled appearance. To which Wade indulged as he scooped up Peter and the phone, awaiting the response from the other line. “Well tell me then, what’s your Daddy’s name?” To the man’s dismay he would again not receive a genuine answer as Peter proudly shouted “Daddy!”. The sound of the phone call ending echoed for a moment before Wade kissed Peter’s cheeks and nose. “Cheeky Spiderling! What did Daddy say about his phone? Also don’t think I missed the little webs everywhere. Such a naughty boy!” Wade’s chastisements were full of love and adoration, no anger or genuine distress. It just meant a couple of things: Peter needed a bath, He needed to vacuum up the webbing, The living room needed to be cleaned, and he had a certain someone to call back. Guess this was a lesson learned for the Caregiver after all. Don’t leave your spiderlings unattended, they may do some pretty crazy things while you’re away.

[cheezyratz]

Regressed Miguel: *in his playroom*

Peter b: hey kiddo! I brought—

Regressed Miguel: nuh-uh

Peter b: ?

Regressed Miguel: *points to a piece of paper* it say “babies only” and you not a baby so you gotta leave >:/

Peter b: but I brought snacks

Regressed Miguel:

Regressed Miguel: okay bubba, you can stay :3

[aew-kun-age-regression]

"Test"

Pairing: Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader.

Summary: After a test makes reader slip, Peter is there to help.

Warnings: Trying to put off regression, exam stress, nickname (Lovie)

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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You were both sat in your English classroom. It didn't take a genius to figure out that English was not Peters best subject. His was science. Didn't matter which one; chemistry, biology, physics, he was good at it all.

You were normally pretty good when it comes to English, although finding some topics hard. Today was a day with an exam. And it happened to be on one of the things you were not very good at. Poetry. You didn't understand why it couldn't of been on ANY other topic. You and poetry didn't go well. It stressed you out as you couldn't remember half of them and they were difficult to read and understand.

The test paper had been placed on your desk and as you read the question you started to get increasingly confused. Peter looked over to you once he had read the question, knowing you were already struggling to not slip. You'd been trying to stay big since break and you'd done well so far, you just had to get through the last two hours and then school was over. Its safe to say he wasn't suprised when he made eye contact with you to see your eyes glazed over ever so slightly. You had clearly got overwhelmed and had slipped.

There was nothing Peter or you could do unless you guys left class early but that would risk the both of you getting a fail grade. So as Peter went to gather up his stuff to leave with you, you huffed and picked up your pen and began writing, (not that it made any sense).

Peter smiled sadly at you knowing your were trying to force yourself to be big enough to get through the test.

Peter noticed that by the last 20 minutes of the test you had written a page worth of work but had not been able to complete the goals the teacher had set, seeing that you were upset with what you had accomplished Peter decided to get your attention.

Thank god for Tony's tech. Upon finding out you were a little Tony insisted on a way of direct communication for you with all of the Avengers, in case of emergencies. Peter deemed this an emergency. He tapped the wrist watch twice which sent an alert to your own wrist watch, buzzing slightly against your skin. You looked up to Peter confused on what was wrong.

Now Peter had your attention (and the teacher was busy reprimanding Flash for trying to cheat) Peter decided to pull a silly face at you. Your face lit up immediately, trying not to giggle and draw any attention to yourself. He was clearly trying to keep your mind off of the test and how it went.

This carried on until finally the teacher said to give in the tests to her. As you went to get up to give your test to her Peter walked passed and took your paper, going to give it to the teacher along with his own.

Now packed up everyone began leaving the room. Peter lightly grasped your hand and led you the quiet way to the front of the school to avoid people.

"Hey Lovie" He smiled and kissed your forehead.

You giggled "hiiiii"

"Would you like to have a movie night tonight?" Peter asked.

"Really?!"

"Yes really, Lovie"

"Disney??"

"Yes we can watch Disney movies" Peter said, laughing.

The rest of the evening was spent watching Disney movies until your finally fell asleep on Peters chest. He didn't dare move, just wanting you to rest after the day you had.

[littlespacereader]

Peter b Parker babysitting little reader (masc) reader wets the bed but Peter is vary nice about it and comeforts reader

My first request for a masc reader!! And Peter B. Parker as a babysitter is so cute!! I love the idea!! I’m always up for a bit of a comfort fic and this is it! I really hope you enjoyed this one!

Picking Pajamas 🕷️🌙

Caregiver!Peter B. Parker & Masc Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - bed wetting, hurt and comfort, Peter B. Parked is a sucker for any Little,

Nicknames - kiddo, kid, handsome, buddy

“Alright kid, off to bed. Come on,” The tv clicked off and Peter stood up, cracking his tired limbs in the process.

“Nooooooooooo,” Y/N whined, throwing his head back against the couch.

“Yeeeeeessssss. You see what time it is? It’s bed time. Now snap to it kiddo or no bedtime story.” Peter bargain.

“……two bedtime stories?” Y/N asked with his best pair of puppy dog eyes.

Peter sighed with a smirk on his face, “Fine you got me, two bedtime stories it is. But only if you go brush your teeth and get ready right now.”

Y/N happily nodded and jumped off the couch, speeding off to the bathroom.

Peter smirked and shook his head. “Kids going to be the death of me.” He joked.

~~~

After a moment Peter entered Y/N’s bedroom to see him changed into his pjs going through a pile of books. Only issue is, his pjs are backwards.

“Kiddo come here,” Peter asked with a chuckle. Once Y/N did Peter helped him change his pajamas properly. “There you go handsome. All better.” He added with a small kiss to his forehead.

“Now what have got for me?”

Y/N happily ran back over to his pile of book and grabbed two from the pile to read.

“Great choices!” Peter said looking over the selection, “Alright let’s get you settled first and then we can dig in.”

Peter helped Y/N into bed, making sure he had all his stuffies and was properly tucked in all nice and warm. Once settled, he began to read the first book.

After a while the first book was done. He could see Y/N’s eyes were starting to droop slowly. Maybe two books was the best idea. So with that he opened the second one and began to read.

He was about halfway when he noticed Y/N was finally asleep. But now he was invested in the story…so he finished the book…for good measure. Then he carefully and quietly made his way out of Y/N room.

~~~

Peter had fallen asleep on the couch to some mindless television. One leg on the back of the couch and his body twisted like crazy. He was a wreck when he slept. But he started to come out of his sleep when he felt a small tug on his arm.

“Pete?”

He started to blink awake, untwisting and stretching the tiredness away. He opened his eyes and was met with a teary set of eyes infront of him. Instantly the Caregiver inside of him sprang up in worry.

“Y/N! What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Y/N just bursted out crying. He couldn’t articulate what had happened or why he was upset. All he did was put his arms out for Peter. All he wanted was comfort.

And who was Peter to deny him that comfort. He went to bring him into a hug but Y/N stopped him.

“No! I’m…icky…” he said between cries.

Peter was confused but only for a moment before he spotted what the issue was. Y/N’s pajama bottom were wet. He had an accident.

“Awww, Y/N it’s okay. It’s just an accident. You’re not icky, I promise you that. Come here,” Peter said with his arms still open.

Y/N was hesitant, just for a second before he collapsed into his arms. Peter wrapped his arms around the Little, one arm holding onto his head, the other rubbing his back.

“It’s okay kid. I promise it’s all alright. It’s just an accident. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

After a moment of crying onto his shoulder, Y/N seemed to settle down. “There we go, you’re okay. Everything okay buddy. It’s just an accident.” He said as they broke apart.

“Not mad?” Y/N asked in a voice so small and vulnerable.

“No, never. Why would I be mad at an accident? You did nothing wrong. An accident is just that, an accident. There’s no need to be worried. You did nothing wrong and I am not angry.”

Peter wasn’t one for seriousness but in this moment Y/N felt every word he was saying. He knew it to be true.

“Now, let’s get you changed and back to bed.” Peter stood up and took Y/N’s hand in his.

“Actually you know what? I think I’m going to get changed tonight too.” Peter added.

That peaked Y/N’s interest. “Pete get changed too?”

“Yeah I think I will buddy. We’re get changed together. In fact I’m going to need your help choosing out some pajama for me.” Peter explained.

Y/N smiled for the first time since the accident.

“I pick! I pick!”

“Alright then. You go into my room and pick out the best pajama you can find for me and I’m going to go into your room and pick out the best pajamas for you. READY, SET, GO!!”

Was it the best idea to be winding up the Little this late at night? Probably not. But the look of excitement on Y/N’s face to get to pick out a pair of pajama for Peter made it worth it.

While Y/N was hard at work picking the very best pair of pajama, Peter went into Y/N’s room and stripped the bed of its wet sheet and blanket.

By the time Y/N retuned, the bed had been remade and Peter had a nice fresh pair of pajama waiting for him.

“Pete! Pete! Pajamas!”

Peter gasps in excitement as Y/N hands him the pajamas. “Y/N…these are the best pajamas I’ve ever been given! Thank you!!” Y/N smiled, beaming with happiness.

“First let’s get you changed, then I’ll get changed, and then it’s off to bed.”

First Peter helped Y/N out of the wet pjs. Then he helped clean and wipe him down before helping him into a fresh pair of pajamas. (He would normally give the Little a nice relaxing bath after an accident but with it being so late a quick wipe will do for now)

Then with the Little all set Peter got into his pajamas. “Wow!” He said again, “These are the best pajamas! I couldn’t have picked them better myself.”

Y/N was beaming from the praise. “Happy pajamas!” He jumped up!

“Yeah kiddo happy pajamas!” Peter smiled. “Alright, go to the potty real fast and then it’s off to bed.”

Y/N nodded and was off again. Once he returned he hoped into bed. But this time Peter decided to join him, being that it was late and totally not because Peter had a soft spot for the kid and wanted to make sure he was super comfortable.

So there the two slept. Peter sleeping on his back snoring away with one arm wrapped securely around Y/N who slept peacefully through the rest of the night. The accident long forgotten about.

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Sorry about the other request I got REALLY excited and turned trauma dump so just know I'm sorry for the tmi lol thank you for listening to me ramble (also completely unrelated you should write for Tony and strange with a little reader and little peter)

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Safe place.

A/N - So this request took so long to think of something because I just didn't know how I wanted to portray them, but I think I love this fic so much.

Stephen strange x Tony start + Little!Peter and Little!reader

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️ - FLUFFFFF!! and a little bit of sadness, and reference to bad childhood, but nothing extensive.

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Safe places, seen to many as the only place one can be themselves. In some cases, there's no such thing as a safe place, and some have never known the feeling of being truly safe.

You never had a safe place, for most of your life, you were on your own. The moment you knew how to make the most basic meal, your parents left you to fend for yourself basically. So when you met your caregivers, it was such an eye opening experience, for not only them, but for you too.

You had known each other for years prior to them adding you to their family with Peter, and it took a long time before you were completely comfortable letting them take care of you, but soon enough, you did.

Toddling through the room, you see Peter off in his own little corner, seeing how many webs it will take to stick all his blocks he's collected together, and your two caregivers are busy as your papa shows your dada his new tech he built.

You continue to wander through, your pacifier securely between your lips, your little blabbles muted behind it. Your little stuffie friend clutches perfectly to your chest as you climb into your play tent, where more of your friends sit, waiting for you to say hello. Your tablet lays right where you left it when your dada grabbed you for lunch just an hour earlier, ready for your little hands to come and turn on your favorite cartoon.

You grab your favorite blanket, curling into your stuffies safe embrace and safely covered by the soft fabric of your blanket. The music from the intro of your cartoon sounds through your tent, and your eyes light up with joy.

Minutes pass, and halfway through your episode, a shuffle is heard from outside your tent and then peters head peaks through.

“Cuddles?” He softly asks, his eyes begging for snuggles and human contact.

You nod and open your blanket, your normally hyper playmate, cuddled in closely to you, holding you safely in his arms, watching your show alongside you. The two of you mumble some words every now and then, up until the soft snores came from your twin flame, your soft music from your show lulling him to sleep.

Around 2 episodes after Peter falls asleep, quiet footsteps are heard outside your tent, and then a soft knock on the floor just outside the tents walls was heard, alerting your attention. You shift slightly, but not enough to wake Peter as you see your dada peeking in, checking on the two of you.

There would have been a time where a caregiver checking on you would have caused fear and you would have started to tremble, but in this case, part of you wanted to just be engulfed in his arms.

“He asleep?” Dada strange asks you. You slowly nod your head, in an attempt not to wake the boy currently under your head, soundly asleep.

Strange nods his head in a gesture to let you know to carefully climb out of your tent and come to the living room before he gets up from your tent, asking your papa to grab Peter shortly after get you out of the tent. You sit up carefully, placing your tablet back where you found it and carefully tucking your brother under your blanket before taking your stuffie and yourself out to your dada.

Once you're out of your tent you happily toddle back over to him before he protectively picks you up, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly. Your papa eventually appears with your brother wrapped in his favorite blanket, and your favorite blanket securely on your papas shoulder, ready to be given back to you.

Safety was always a concern to you, as you grew up, and even when you got to your big world, it was always a rocky apartment, or a creepy neighbor, or just the instability of the world.

But as your papa hands your blanket over to your dada, and he quickly burritos you in his arms, giving you kisses as he does, you feel a sense of safety you’ve never truly found anywhere else. Your sense of safety grows as jarvis lowers the lights and your caregivers settle you and your brother in their arms. Jarvis puts on your favorite movie, seeing as you're the little one who's awake, giving you the ability to cuddle into your dada and completely relax.

Your breathing begins to even out about a quarter of the way through the movie, as your own dream land takes over your mind. Your dada gently plays with your hair, keeping you safe and sound in his arms.

Safe Places aren't known to all, and some may never have a safe place. But you have found yours, and you knew it.

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Heyy Babes

I'm going to be a blog for age regression fics, imagines, headcanons ects. I'm new to age regression but I'm learning fast and becoming an age regressor. 

AGE REGRESSING IS NOT A KINK!!!

please send some requests id be more then happy to take some <3

Who i'll write for 

Marvel 

Little!loki x cg!reader/ daddy!loki x little!reader 

Little!bucky barnes x cg!reader/ daddy!bucky x little!reader 

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader 

Little!stucky x cg!reader/ daddy!stucky x little!reader 

Little!Peter Parker x cg!reader 

Daddy!Tony Stark x little!reader 

Stranger things 

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader

Little!eddie x cg!reader/ daddy!eddie x little!reader 

Mommy!robin x little!reader 

Harry potter: 

Little!draco x cg!reader/ daddy!Draco x little!reader 

Obey me shall we date/onemaster to rule them all 

little!Lucifer x cg!mc/ daddy!lucifer x little!mc

little!Mammon x cg!mc/ daddy!mammon x little!mc  

little!Leviathan x cg!mc

little!Satan x cg!mc/ daddy!Satan x little!mc  

little!Asmodeus x cg!mc/ daddy!asmodeus x little!mc 

little!Beelzebub x cg!mc/ daddy!beelzebub x little!mc 

little!Belphegor x cg!reader/ daddy!belphegor x little!mc

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Little Peter getting injured during a mission and his daddy looking after him 🫠🧸