#comfort came against my will ›› regressed

[jhoneybees]

Talkative

Here's a cute little blurb, you lovelies 💕

Characters: Late 60s!Elvis X little! reader

Warnings/triggers: Little lifestyle, age regression

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Sometimes when Elvis and you go to bed, it would be a bit of a challenge when you're little, especially when you're in a talkative mood which tonight's one of those nights.

“Alright, Comfortable?” Elvis asks as he sets your favourite stuffie beside you after making sure things are good for you, you nod “All good!” reaching your arms out from under the blanket, doing grabby hands making him chuckle.

“I'm comin’ I'm comin” he reassures, walking over to his side of the bed and climbing in under the covers, wrapping an arm under you to bring you closer to him earning a small giggle from you. “What's so funny?” tickling your side slightly.

Your small squeals erupt “ ‘m ticklish Daddy!” pushing your fists against his side in a weak attempt to make him stop, he chuckles and moves his hand. “Okay, Okay” Elvis replaces the tickling to rubbing your back and he smiles lovingly as he looks down at your pretty face.

“I love you, y’ know that?”

He hums as you respond by nuzzling your head against his chest. His hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face, being given the sight of that sweet, innocent, child-like spark in your eyes. His eyes soften “My beautiful sweet girl…” lifting both of his hands to cup your face just below the jaw, leaning in to pepper your face with his famous kisses, giving you the last one on your nose..

“Get your beauty sleep, Honey… ” he mumbles tiredly, you nod against his chest and you close your eyes.

. . .

“Daddy…” you whisper, earning a deep hum from Elvis. “Me and Jerry had a lot of fun today” he breathes out “Is that so?” with a grin on his face, you smile “Mhm! We…we drew really pretty pictures and- and had a tea party with all my friends and..” Elvis’ grin widens knowing that these friends of yours were the plushies that he would give you whenever he came back from tour.

“And we went out in the garden! I took Hoppie with me too but I dropped her in a muddy puddle” your eyes and voice trailing off before looking up at Elvis “She’s ok though, Jer said that giving her a wash in the washing machine wouldn’t hurt” making him crack another smile.

“Mhm, sounds like you did have fun today” letting a small yawn before bringing his hand up to stroke your hair “You must be tired, baby hm?”saying that in hopes that would get you to snuggle up and fall asleep, your head moves slightly against his chest “mmm, not yet- oh! We picked pretty flowers too! Roses and- and uhm hydran- hydran…”

Letting out another yawn, Elvis rubs his face with his free hand “Hydrangea?” beginning to lightly scratch your scalp “Hydrangea! Yeah so-” a quiet, tired chuckle fills your ears “Honey, let’s go to sleep hm? Daddy had a long day” combing his hand through his hair, Elvis lowers his eyes to your doll ones “But I didn’t tell you about-”

“Ya can tell me tomorrow baby” he says with a southern drawl. Rolling onto his side and bringing you in closer with his almost limb arms because of how tired he is “Goodnight darlin’” making sure to place a peck upon your head.

Sighing softly as his chin rests on top of your head, his eyes fluttering closed “I want milk”

“Oh Honey-”

[naturesapphic]

She’s Always Here

Mommy!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: kinda age regression, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/n: this is for my pookie wookie :) @iwantscarlettandlizzie I love you and I hope this helps you feel better!

“Oh Darling, what’s the matter?” Wanda asked as you stood there in front of her, looking exhausted. You just came back from work and you were burnt out to the brim. So much was going on and you couldn’t handle it all right now. You just needed Wanda.

You didn’t answer Wanda’s question with words, you just shrugged your shoulders and looked down at the floor, tears burning your eyes. Wanda gently lifted your chin with the tips of her fingers and gave you a loving smile. “Why don’t you go upstairs and change into a nice pair of pajamas while I fix dinner hm?” She said softly and you gave her a weak nod.

She smiled as she watched you go upstairs to change, once she heard the door close she went into the kitchen start making your favorite food for dinner. After a bit, you came down the stairs with your comfort stuffed animal in your arms. You went into the kitchen to find Wanda working hard to make dinner so you decided to head into the living room to turn on your favorite movie.

Wanda heard the tv playing and smiled to herself, realizing that you were in the living room. About thirty minutes later, wanda was done with food and fixed y’all’s plates. She grabbed the plates and headed into the living room where you were sitting at. She smiled when she saw you cozying up on the couch with your stuffy. Wanda set the plates on front of you on the coffee table making you look up at her.

“I made you your favorite sweet girl.” Wanda said smiling, making your heart beat faster. You sat up on the couch and held your stuffie close as you started to eat. Wanda sat down beside you and ate with you while y’all watched your favorite movie. After y’all were done Wanda grabbed the plates and went off back into the kitchen to wash them. Before she could go any further she heard you whisper her name.

She turned around to see your tear filled eyes watching her and she felt her heart break. “Hold on baby. Let mommy put these up.” She said referring to the dishes and she quickly went into the kitchen to put the dishes in the sink and she sped walk back to you. She sat down beside you and you quickly got in her lap making her giggle. “Oh hello my sweet baby!” She said as she wraps her loving arms around you.

You blushed at her words and how she was looking at you. You hid your face in her neck and could feel the vibrations of her chuckling as you laid your head on her shoulder, your chest against hers. “Feeling a little better angel?” Wanda whispered against your ear as she rubs your back. “Yes…” you whispered back, not really in the mood to talk and Wanda knew.

She didn’t push anymore questions out and just continued to hold you close to her. She would give out little reassurances every now and then and that always made you feel better. She would say things like “I’m yours.” “You will always be mommys girl.” “You’re my perfect baby.” “Such a good girl.” “Mommy is so proud of you.” And more. You closed your eyes and heard Wanda hum a song which made you unknowingly fall asleep.

When you woke you were on the bed with Wanda laying beside you. She noticed you woke up confused and gently hushed you. “Shhhh shhhh…I’m here baby. Mommy is here…you fell asleep downstairs. Plus it’s past your bedtime anyway darling. Go to sleep now for mommy…she’ll be right here when you wake up.” She says calmly, her voice making your eyes close. You felt her pull you closer to her and her humming starts again, making you fall into a deep sleep but before you do you hear her say. “Mommy loves you to the moon and back. My precious baby.”

A/n: this is for my pookie @iwantscarlettandlizzie ! I hope you enjoy my love :)

[bratzforchris]

hiii! I love your works with little space, they really warms my heart 🤍 could you maybe write for something with little Matt based on Wednesday's video? pls, thank you 🤍🤍

Snowy the Lamb

Summary: In which playing with Snowy the Lamb pushes Matt into some much needed tiny time<3

Pairing: Little!Matt x caregiver!reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 768

A/N: Thank you for the request! This video is actually my comfort video, I've watched it so many times :') As always, age regression is non sexual and innocent. Hate will be blocked and deleted<3

You looked up from your computer when you heard Matt open the door to your shared bedroom. His arms were full of what looked like toys as he dumped the pile of things on the bed, before migrating over to your desk chair and sitting down in your lap with a giggle. You had been working on some assignments for your online university courses while the triplets filmed, making you rather surprised to see Matt in such a good mood. Usually, he was exhausted and soft-spoken after filming, but he seemed to be excited at the moment, all giggles and bright smiles. 

“You’re in a good mood,” You smiled, kissing his hair as he curled up in your lap. “I take it filming went well?”

Matt nodded quickly, another giggle falling from his lips. “We played with toys.”

“You did?” You asked with a chuckle. “I’m assuming that’s what those are from?” You nodded towards the bed. 

Matt was open with his brothers about his littlespace, but rarely was he ever in it around them. You were slightly shocked that he had been so willing to do such an activity that would most likely push him into his headspace in front of the camera, but seeing the joy on his face told you it had been a wonderful filming session. 

Your boy nodded his head and looked up at you, eyes slightly glassy. “Really fun,” he said with a yawn, subconsciously signaling to you that he would be slipping rather soon. “I like Snowy. She’s cute.”

“Snowy?” You questioned, unsure what Matt was talking about. 

“The lamb,” he stood and pushed himself off your lap, going over to the bed and grabbing the toy before sitting down again. “See? I love her.”

“I love you.” You said sweetly, booping the tip of his freckled nose. 

And just like that, you had pushed Matt straight into his headspace. “Mama,” he whined cutely, blushing and hiding his face against your shoulder. “Nooooo.”

“Cute baby.” You hummed, slowly rocking him back and forth in your arms as little yawns came from the boy every now and then. 

“I seepy.” Matt said after a few moments of quiet, fully in littlespace now. 

“Awww, I know, honey. It’s getting late for such a tiny boy to be up,” You said softly, taking on your ‘caregiver’ voice. “Let’s go brush your teeth and then we’ll get all cuddled up, okay?”

You hoisted yourself and Matt up out of the chair, thankful that you were both about the same height and weight. Your boy absolutely adored being carried when he was little, and the equal distribution made it much easier. You started to walk towards the bathroom until Matt whined against your shoulder, making grabby hands at your desk. 

“No forget Snowy!” he told you very insistently. 

You chuckled at Matt’s obsession with the new toy, handing it to him with ease and starting back towards the bathroom. Luckily, the combination of the new comfort object and exhaustion made him rather compliant, allowing you to sit him down on the closed toilet seat. Matt sat happily, playing with Snowy and giggling as you brushed his teeth and wiped his face with a warm washcloth. By the time you had reentered the bedroom and set the boy down on the bed though, the brunette was absolutely wiped, Snowy clutched against his chest as he yawned. 

“All ready for bed!” You smiled happily, climbing under the covers beside him. “Do you wanna put Snowy on the nightstand, honey? She’s not really a cuddly toy, angel.” You explained gently, hoping Matt wouldn’t meltdown over it. 

“Nuh uh. Snowy gots get cuddles too.” he explained cutely, toy clutched under one arm and clinging to you with the other. 

“Okay, baby,” You sighed softly, kissing his hair. “Snowy can get cuddles too. Do ya want your paci, hun?” 

Matt nodded eagerly, giggling happily as you slipped his pacifier into his mouth. It was pastel blue, decorated with small gems and beads that read ‘Baby Boy’ on it, along with a pug charm. It was very on-brand for him, and the boy absolutely loved it. Content now with his toys, to include Mr. Wrinkleton, and his pacifier, Matt curled up easily beside you, yawning widely. 

“I seepy now. Go ni ni?” he asked, looking up at you with those big, blue eyes. 

“We can go ni ni, little one,” You assured him, pecking his face with kisses. “I love you, angel.”

And with that, Matt easily fell asleep beside you, snoring softly and happily with Snowy the lamb by his side. 

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[marvelfanfics1]

Little!reader lost her lovey and daddy!john b or papa!jj your choice :p hands her his shirt as a new comfort object

Comfort Replacement

Pairing: daddy!john b x little!reader x papa!jj

Warnings: age regression, losing a comfort item, fluff

A/n: Why not both!! (We're gonna ignore that the shirt in the picture is a Harry Styles one 😭)

You have a few stuffed animals already collected over the years but there's one particular that you just can't live without, it's a Lovey, who is clearly well loved and definitely looks like it too.

It has a special place in your heart since you got it when you were a toddler. Wherever you sleep it would be held in your hands or within arm reach.

So it's a shock to you when you can't find him in John B's bed, now looking everywhere in the Chateau for it frantically.

"Whoa, what y'doing there?" JJ asks with a yawn, running a hand through his bed hair.

You just keep rushing around, not acknowledging him and whine when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you against him to kiss your cheek. "What's up with you, hm?"

With a sigh you relax against him, a frown on your face. "Can't find ma lovey..."

Oh shit. That's not good, not at all. JJ and John B know how attached you are to it, so the mere thought of you losing it has JJ already tensing up, already dreading the emotional rollercoaster you will most definitely go through.

JJ let go of you again when John B came inside and you instantly crashed into his chest, sniffling quietly.

"Hey, what happened? Was JJ mean again?" He asks and JJ looks at him baffled.

"Dude, seriously?"

John B just smirks, rubbing your back and looking down, his heart aching at how upset you seem. "C'mon, tell daddy what's bothering you."

"Lovey s'gone..." You mumble into his shirt, not seeing the way he looks at JJ with wide eyes who nods his head, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Oh, he's probably just hiding. Don't worry, we'll find him, bun." He promises, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Sure to his words, you all spend a good amount of time searching for your Lovey. The rest of the day the boys managed to keep you entertained enough for you to not think about your stuffie missing.

But that all vanished the second it was time for bed. John B and JJ have a difficult time getting you ready to sleep. You simply can't and won't sleep without your comfort item, making that painfully clear.

You keep whining and at some point even start crying, rubbing your eyes tiredly but refuse to fall asleep.

They stand beside the bed, not knowing what to do. JJ has his arms crossed while John B has his hands in his hips. The blonde goes to sit down beside you, grabbing your bunny and holding it out to you.

"Look, cupcake, the bunny is just as good." He tries to calm you down, nuzzling the bunny's nose with yours, sighing when you pull away shaking your head.

"S'not Lovey." You sniffle.

"Yea, I know but-" He starts again but John B cuts him off by grabbing the bunny, suddenly taking his shirt off and putting it over the stuffie. "Oh, okay."

Youe crying stopped, instead tilting your head at the brunette with a confused look.

"Take your shirt off." He addresses JJ, who didn't question his best friend and quickly takes it off, handing it to him. John b approaches you with a soft smile. "Hands up, bubba."

You reluctantly obey, lifting your arms over your head as he grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and changing it with JJ's shirt instead.

"There, now lay down, trust me." He says, giving you your bunny that now wears his shirt.

You huff but lay down, snuggling the bunny and the mixed scent of JJ and John B has your eyes finally drooping shut, exhaustion taking over you.

"Holy shit." JJ whispers, looking at John B who has a smug expression on his face. "You're a fucking genius."

John B just shrugs, patting his back. "Y'know you should really listen to Pope's rambling, they save your life in situations like these."

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[delicatebarness]

The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | Moving Day

Summary: The family move into a bigger house, meaning the littles get their own bedrooms!

Warnings: This post and series is safe for work (SFW) regressions. Nothing explicit. However, please be aware that the rest of my blog is NOT. NSFW accounts are welcome to read and reblog, but please keep all comments SFW out of consideration for other littles.

Word Count:

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A/N: Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

Tags: Let me know if you want to be tagged specifically for this series.

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick

Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes were exhausted yet excited as they pulled up outside their new home. A cozy house with a large backyard perfect for their little ones, and many rooms to get lost in while playing hide and seek. 

The duo balanced each other perfectly as Bucky was the gruffed exterior, full of fun Daddy, and Steve was the strict yet sensitive, Papa. 

Peter often regressed to the age of six years old, he was known as the mischievous one. Pulling pranks and finding new ways to make anyone and everyone laugh. You, at four, were the quieter of the pair. You often preferred to cling to Bucky’s leg and snuggle into him. 

Your eyes widened as the car came to a stop. “Wow! Look at it, Papa! It’s huge!” Peter exclaimed as he tried to scramble out of the car, his voice filled with excitement. Steve exited the vehicle and opened Peter’s door, his sneakers crunched on the gravel driveway as he ran toward the front door. 

You clung to Bucky as he lifted you out of the car, looking up at the house. “Daddy, is this our new home?” you asked, your voice muffled around your pacifier. 

Bucky placed a gentle kiss against your cheek. “Yes, it is, Baby. What do you think?” 

You nodded, reaching your fingers up to interlock with his hair. 

Steve joined you, carrying a box labeled ‘Kitchen’. He smiled at Peter’s enthusiasm as he bounced on his toes waiting for you all to catch up to him. 

“Can we go look at our new bedrooms?” Peter eagerly asked as his eyes sparkled with anticipation. 

The caregivers exchanged a smile. “Sure thing, Buddy,” Steve said, unlocking the door. “Let’s go check them out.”

He dashed inside, with you, Bucky, and Steve following closely behind. Steve led the way through the warm, inviting house and up the stairs. “This one is yours, Peter,” he announced as he stopped in front of the first door, opening it with a flourish. 

Both your and Peter’s eyes widened as you took in the sight of his new room. The walls had been painted red and blue, shelves decorated the walls filled with his Lego sets and Star Wars memorabilia. His bed was covered by a comforter featuring his favorite superheroes. “This is awesome!” he exclaimed, running into the room.

“Looks like we got it right, huh?” Bucky smiled at Steve. 

Peter nodded vigorously and jumped onto his bed. “It’s perfect! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Papa!”

“You’re welcome, champ,” Steve began as he moved into the room, ruffling Peter’s hair. “We’re glad you like it.”

~

You moved to the door down the hall in Bucky’s arms, Steve led the way again toward another door. “And this, Princess, is your room,” Bucky said, as Steve opened your bedroom door and revealed a room painted in soft pastel colors– pink and lavender– the walls were adorned with posters of princesses and unicorns. A canopy hung over your bed with fluffy pillows and plushies spread across. 

You gasped as your eyes widened. “So pretty!” you exclaimed, mumbled by your pacifier. Bucking grinned, and set you down so you could run to the bed. Gathering as many plushies as possible in your arms, you giggled. 

Turning to Steve and Bucky, pacifier still in your mouth and plushies in your arms, you ran over to them. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” 

Kneeling, Steve kissed the top of your head. “You’re welcome, Baby.”

Peter popped his head out of his room, excitement still bubbling. “Can we play hide and seek now?” 

“I promise we’ll play soon, Bud, let’s finish unpacking a few boxes first for Papa.” Bucky smiled at him. Peter groaned playfully and retreated to his room. 

~

The rest of the day was spent unpacking and settling. The four of you filled the air with laughter and the occasional sound of running footsteps as you and Peter tried to explore every corner.

As bedtime fast approached, you nestled between Bucky and Steve on the couch. You rubbed your eyes as they grew heavier with each passing minute. 

“Alright, little ones, it’s way past bedtime,” Steve said gently as he lifted you into his arms. 

Yawning, Peter tried to hide behind a blanket, draped over the couch. “But I’m not tired, Papa!” 

Ruffling Peter’s hair, Bucky yawned before speaking. “I think you’re more tired than you realize, buddy. Come on, bedtime.” 

And with that, Steve carried you upstairs, followed by Bucky and Peter as you all began your first bedtime routine in your new home. Together. 

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[quinnysnursery]

Do you remember the podcast episode where Chris and Nick were mean to Matt ( calling him miserable etc.), and could you write something fluffy abt the reader comforting Matt after they filmed that episode?

[🩹] bottled up | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : little!matt sturniolo x cg!gn!reader

summary : sometimes matt's brothers are just too mean...and sometimes a bottle fixes everything

warning/extra tid-bits : nick and chris being meanies (happy ending though!), crying, use of y/n, i think that should be it!

word count : 1,037

divider credit : @v6que

a/n : this podcast episode stressed me out so bad (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

Matt left the room as soon as he could, ignoring his brother’s taunts about how he was “Miserable” and “Negative”.

He could already feel the tears slipping out from his baby blue eyes as he ran upstairs and into his room, slamming his door shut behind him and twisting the lock with a satisfying “click!”

You sat on his bed, watching the whole scene unfold. Carefully putting your cheesy rom com book on his nightstand, you cleared your throat causing Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, he’s forgotten you were here but once he remembered he thanked god.

“M-Mama/D-Dada/B-Baba!” Matt cried, holding his arms out for a hug. Your sweet boy didn’t have to ask twice because you instantly pulled him into a hug, sitting the two of you down on his bed. Matt managed to shimmy his way onto your lap as you held him in a cradling position.

“Shhh, I’m here darling. I’m here.” You comforted him, placing gently kisses atop his head. Matt continued crying for what felt like an hour, mumbling out stuff about how Chris was a “meanie” and Nick was too.

“Were they being mean to my sweet boy?” You asked sympathetically. He nodded against your now tear-stained shirt.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…Do you want me to go talk to them?” You offered, you weren’t even sure what you would say but you already had some choice words in mind. Luckily for Chris and Nick, Matt shook his head which was now resting right above your heart. Your heartbeat had always seemed to be soothing to the little.

“Okay angel, well what do you need from Mama/Dada/Baba right now?” You asked, curling the back of his hair around your fingertips.

Thinking for a moment, Matt’s hands anxiously picked at the skin near his nails. You quietly took one of his hands, squeezing some of the pressure points in it in an attempt to alleviate some of his anxiety. 

“M’ want…” Matt trailed off into a mumble, a shy blush invading his face. You smiled, looking down at the little on your lap. “Hm? What is it?” You pried, “M’ wanna bottle…” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

You beamed, always delighted to give your boy a bottle, before nodding. “Okay sweetheart, can you wait here while Mama/Dada/Baba brings the bottle up?” You asked, he thought for a moment before nodding.

After some gentle coaxing and multiple pinky promises you would return, you found yourself in the kitchen. You’d managed to avoid both Nick and Chris, unscrewing Matt’s bottle and filling it with milk and a few splashes of vanilla extract.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were here!” Chris’ voice came from behind you. You internally sighed, turning around. “Yeah, Matt said we’d hang out after the podcast…” You mumbled. “Do you two wanna watch a movie? Me and Nick were gonna watch-” You cut the youngest triplet off, “No, Matt’s not feeling well.” You said firmly. Chris rolled his eyes, “He is still Miserable Matt?” He joked, only you didn’t laugh.

“Can you stop calling him that?” You asked, your tone sharper than intended. Chris paused. “I mean- seriously. I get that you three are brothers and you're gonna mess around but like- just lay off dude.” You continued, “I…” The youngest trailed off, his eyes meeting the bottle behind you.

Both Chris and Nick knew of their brother's regression, you hadn’t always been his caregiver and with Matt’s specific age range, he needed someone to at least make sure he didn’t hurt himself. 

Realizing his actions had caused his older brother to regress, Chris’ face instantly fell. 

“I’m- I’m sorry Y/N I thought-” 

You shook your head, turning around and screwing the cap back onto Matt’s bottle. “Apologize to Matt, not me.” You said, beginning to walk back to Matt’s room, Chris following you. 

“Well not right now!” You scolded, Chris stopped and nodded. “I uh- yeah okay.” He said before sheepishly moving back to the living room where Nick was sitting on the couch.

After sliding back into the room, you were greeted by Matt who was now in comfier clothes.

“Guess what I’ve got!” You sang, gently shaking the bottle in the air. Matt giggled, his puffy eyes beginning to return to normal. 

You sat yourself against the headrest, Matt wasting no time crawling into your lap and laying his head on your chest. You cooed, whispering gentle affirmations to him about how he was a “sweet boy”, specifically your sweet boy.

Bringing the bottle to his lips, Matt hummed as the milk entered his mouth. Your little snuggled further into you, anxiety melting away by the second.

You proceeded to talk about anything and everything you could think of, from the most recent episode of Bluey the two of you had watched…to the weather in your hometown.

Matt listened contentedly, eyes transfixed on you as he drank his milk.

Just as the milk in his bottle ran dry, Matt’s eyes began to grow heavy. “Oh sweetheart…is someone tired?” You cooed, voice dripping in a softness a cloud could only dream of achieving.

“Mhm..” Matt mumbled as you began playing with his hair. “Poor thing, such a sleepy baby~” You smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Matt’s nose.

Giggling, he began allowing sleep to take over his mind. 

It’d been nearly 30 minutes since Matt fell asleep, and you decided to hold him in your lap for as long as your limbs would allow. Just as you were going to move him, you heard the bedroom door creak open.

Turning your gaze to the now open door, you were greeted by Nick and Chris’ faces peeking in. You raised your brow.

“He okay?” Nick asked shyly, you smiled at the oldest brother’s concern. “Yeah, out like a light though.” You let out a breathy laugh, the two brothers doing the same.

The two brothers helped move Matt off of you, tucking him in. 

Nick told you he already planned on apologizing to his middle brother first thing in the morning before leaving you and Chris on your own.

“Movie offer still stands,” Chris whispered, just before he slipped out the door.

[nicksbestie]

can you pleaseeee write a agere reader x Johnnie Guilbert? Where they go to a party with Jake and the reader regresses and Jake and Johnnie help. LMAO this is my first time requesting something so this might not make sense 💀💀 also I liveee your fics 🖤🖤🖤

Overwhelmed - Jake and Johnnie

Summary : A night out partying causes you to freak out, but luckily your best friends are there to help.

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (platonic), Jake Webber/Reader (platonic)

Warnings : Mentions of partying, alcohol consumption

Word Count : 1477

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

You loved your friends, and you loved going out with them. You couldn’t deny the fact that you and your friends were definitely in the partying scene, which just came with your jobs, and that was often what you were up to on the weekends. However, that didn’t mean that it wasn’t exhausting at times. There were many separate instances where you left parties early, having just shown up to not completely flake on people, but being too tired to stay too long. There were other nights where you were there to help drive your friends home, still enjoying your time, but not going all out. Tonight was one of those nights, where you were hanging out with your friends, but you weren’t partying hard. 

Honestly, you’d rather not be there at all tonight, being absolutely exhausted, and wanting nothing more than to just curl up in bed with a movie and comfortable pajamas, but you loved your friends and you always wanted to be there for them, and you also knew that they would need someone to potentially drive them home after the party. So, you stuck it out today just for them. You’d later joke about winning a friend of the year award for the amount of times you went somewhere you didn’t want to go just because it made them happy to have you there. You were flattered by that, honestly, but right now, you desperately wanted to go home. 

The flashing lights were beginning to grate on your nerves, and that, combined with the loud noises and the consistent strong smell of alcohol was causing you to feel the beginning of a migraine coming on. You tried to push the thoughts away, knowing that it was still quite early in the night, and that nobody wasn’t going to want to leave so early, so despite wanting to leave, you were determined to stick it out. You really didn’t want to be that friend who had to make everyone leave early, and you did not want to be known as a killjoy to anyone who didn’t understand you or weren’t as close to you as your friends. 

It wasn’t until someone dropped something on you that you began to feel like you could not handle being there anymore. Someone was carrying a bottle with something in it, probably alcohol considering the surrounding environment, and they had bumped into the counter you were leaning against, and subsequently dropped it on your foot. Trying to contain the pain in your gaze, you simply muttered an “it’s fine” to the person’s half hearted apology, ignoring the tears building in your eyes. It really hadn’t hurt you that badly, but the pain in your foot combined with the pain in your head and the general overwhelming scenario you were in made you want to just cry. 

You managed to hold it together until you got alcohol spilled down the front of your shirt, and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You quickly found your way to an unoccupied bathroom, sobbing over the sink at just how overwhelmed you were. You really didn’t think you could handle much more of the situation you were currently in, but checking the time and seeing that it was just barely past midnight, you knew you would have to, because your friends never went home this early, and you were not about to just leave them without a designated driver. 

Unbeknownst to you, both of your closest friends had seen the spill, and had immediately realized, based on your reaction, that it was more than just the spill that had caused you to disappear into the bathroom. Not that the spill wasn’t an excusable reason, but they had seen the look on your face, and they both knew it was more than that. Due to this fact, they were currently standing outside of the bathroom door, hesitating on whether to knock or not. They never wanted to invade your privacy, but they were seriously concerned about whether you were okay or not, and after multiple more minutes went by, they decided it was worth the possibility of annoying you to make sure that you were doing alright. They immediately knew they had made the right choice when Jake knocked on the door, and you shouted back “occupied!” 

They could hear the wobble in your voice, and they knew it was because you were crying. The three of you were best friends, after all, and they had seen and heard you crying more times than you would like to admit. They recognized the tone, and made sure that they kept their tone gentle before speaking. Jake was the first one to talk, luckily, the outside environment was loud enough that nobody else had noticed what was going on.

“Hey, it’s us. Are you okay?” 

He didn’t receive a response to that one, and it did nothing but make the two of them even more anxious, terrified of the possibilities behind the locked door. You could be physically hurt, and Johnnie tried to ask a question again after the lack of the response. 

“Can we come in?” 

Neither of them thought that they were going to receive an answer, and were more worried when the deafening silence stretched on for multiple minutes, until the lock on the door clicked, and it opened just a crack. Both of them immediately slipped behind the door, hearts nearly shattering in their chest when they saw you staring blankly into the mirror, tear stained face obvious, eyes red. As soon as you noticed that they were staring back at you, you immediately moved to wipe the tears with tissues, putting on a fake smile and turning around to look at them.  Jake was once again the first to speak, always good at knowing exactly what to say, but this time, it was just a question. 

“What happened?”

You sighed, trying not to let more tears come out as you relayed the events of the night leading up to this point. 

“I’m exhausted, my head hurts from the noise and the smell and the lights, and then someone spilled a drink down my shirt and I really just could not take it anymore.”

Johnnie immediately wrapped you in a hug, sad at the way he could feel your shoulders shaking from sobs.

“We’re going home.” 

Both of them hadn’t drank much, only one or two, and it had been an hour or so since they had. They were perfectly alert to drive, and due to this, they were fine with leaving. It wasn’t until you didn’t really respond that they realized something had changed. Johnnie gave Jake a specific look, gesturing to the fact that you hadn’t pulled out of his hug, something you would’ve normally done by now. Jake turned around from opening the door, catching Johnnie’s eyes and gently shutting the door again. 

“Babe, can you look at me?” 

None of you were in any romantic relationship with any other one, but pet names were common in your friendship. Slowly looking up at Jake, you could tell that he immediately realized what was happening. The emotional turmoil that you’d gone through during the night, and then the crying and the hug, had pushed you right into your headspace, which explained why you stayed clinging to Johnnie instead of letting go in your average time. Jake’s gaze immediately softened, and Johnnie’s arms tightened a little bit around you, protective as always. 

“Hi, honey! It’s okay, darling, we’re gonna go home, okay?” 

He didn’t receive much in response except for a tentative nod, but that was normal for you. When upset, you were a very quiet little, unless you were crying, and both of them knew that. Johnnie made sure to keep an arm protectively wrapped around your shoulder as you made your way to the car, Jake saying goodbye to everyone for you. Jake had agreed to drive, knowing that you weren’t likely to let go of Johnnie anytime soon. He sat in the back with you while Jake drove you all home, making sure to be quick but extra careful. 

These were your most trusted people, the only people you would let see you in such a vulnerable state, and something in your subconscious mind knew you had picked the best people to trust with such information when they immediately jumped into action, helping you change into fresh clothes and getting you something to eat and drink, before curling up with you on the couch, a part of your usual routine when you were home and regressed. They turned on a simple movie for you, keeping you wrapped up in their arms for the rest of the evening, and gently helping you into bed when you had fallen asleep. Overall, your night had ended well.

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[regressionschool]

Can part 3 come out soon!!!

Patience is a Virtue

Amber, a little girl in her regressed, diapered state, was fidgeting in the middle of the plush playroom, her eyes wide and eager as she watched her caregiver, Miss Jenna, typing away at her laptop. The walls were adorned with bright, cheerful decals—sunshines, rainbows, and playful kittens that seemed to dance in the afternoon light streaming through the window. Amber’s small hands played with the hem of her pastel pink dress, the fabric brushing against the thick, crinkly diaper underneath.

“Miss Jenna!” Amber called out, her voice a mix of excitement and impatience. “Is the story done? Is it? When can I hear it?”

Miss Jenna paused her typing, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose as she turned to face Amber. Her smile was gentle, yet there was a hint of a tease in her tone. “Patience, little one. A good story takes time to weave. Remember, we talked about waiting nicely and asking properly?”

Amber pouted, her lower lip jutting out. “But I wanna hear it now!” Her foot stamped lightly on the soft carpet, causing a slight rustling sound from her diaper, a reminder of her little status.

Miss Jenna’s eyes twinkled behind her glasses. “Hmm, it seems someone needs a little reminder on patience and manners. What do we say when we want something, Amber?”

The little girl fidgeted, her cheeks flushing a soft pink that matched her dress. “Please…” she mumbled, the word almost lost in the spacious room filled with toys and soft stuffed animals.

“And?” Miss Jenna prompted, closing her laptop with a soft click and focusing entirely on Amber.

“And… I will wait nicely,” Amber added, her voice stronger now, though still tinged with reluctance.

Miss Jenna nodded, pushing back her chair to stand. She walked over to where Amber was standing, her movements slow and deliberate. “Very good. But since you forgot earlier, I think a little punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Amber’s eyes widened, a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering through her. “punishment?”

"Let's start by getting you into a fresh diaper," Jenna said as she led Amber by the hand to the changing area. She laid out a soft, padded mat and had Amber lay down. “Today, we’re going to try something a little different, Amber. You see, the character in the story I’ve been working on finds herself in quite a unique situation—much like the one we’re going to explore right now.”

Amber, wrapped in curiosity, watched intently as Miss Jenna cleaned her up from the soggy diaper. The first diaper slid under her, snug and comforting, but when Miss Jenna began to prepare a second diaper, Amber's eyes widened in surprise.

"This is how the character in my story is dressed—double diapered for extra protection and to teach her a lesson in patience," Miss Jenna explained as she positioned the second diaper over the first, making sure each was snug and perfectly aligned. “And just like her, you’ll learn what it means to really wait.”

Once the double diapering was complete, Miss Jenna didn’t stop there. She retrieved a pair of locking plastic pants and explained their purpose as she fitted them over Amber’s now considerably bulkier padding. “In the story, the character needs to learn to ask for help and to wait patiently for it. These locking pants will help you remember that lesson too.”

Next came the padded mittens, which Miss Jenna slid over Amber’s hands. “And these are just like what the character wears to help her realize how important it is to depend on others sometimes. It’s all part of learning patience.”

Fully dressed in her new attire that mirrored the character from Miss Jenna’s story, Amber was guided back to the play area. The additional bulk between her legs made her waddle even more than normal, exactly the experience Miss Jenna intended to recreate from her story.

As you drink your milk, think about how waiting can sometimes lead to good things, like feeling all comfy and secure," Miss Jenna cooed, gently stroking Amber's hair.

Amber finished the bottle, her small cheeks flushed from the effort. As she swallowed the last drops, she felt a rumble in her tummy, a gentle but unmistakable reminder that the milk was filling her up more than usual. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Miss Jenna placed a pacifier between her lips. With a gentle push, it settled into place, and then Jenna did something unexpected—she inflated the nipple of the pacifier, ensuring that Amber couldn’t easily remove it, nor could she articulate any words beyond muffled murmurs.

“There we go, my little one,” Miss Jenna said, her voice both soothing and authoritative: Amber’s eyes widened, her usual ability to express herself verbally taken away. She could only make soft, incoherent sounds as she tried to adjust to the feeling of the inflated pacifier filling her mouth. She squirmed slightly, feeling a pressure in her tummy.

Amber's discomfort grew as the pressure in her tummy escalated, a tangible, tightening sensation that made her wiggle and shift on the soft carpet. She tried to signal her distress to Miss Jenna, her eyes wide and pleading, but the inflated pacifier muffled her attempts at communication, reducing them to quiet, distressed whimpers.

The room was quiet, save for the soft clicking of Miss Jenna's keyboard as she returned to her work. Amber felt alone with her growing discomfort, the warm, playful room suddenly seeming too large and too empty. She shifted again, her movements more desperate, and then it happened—a soft, muffled sound as a small fart escaped into her thickly padded diaper. The sound was faint, almost imperceptible, but to Amber, it felt overwhelmingly loud and embarrassing.

Miss Jenna looked up from her laptop, a knowing smile curling the edges of her lips. It wasn't a smile of comfort or reassurance but rather one that hinted at a planned lesson Amber was about to learn thoroughly. "Just like the character in the story, my little one," Miss Jenna spoke calmly, her voice carrying across the room with an eerie softness. "She had to learn to wait, no matter what happened."

Amber's heart raced as she felt another wave of pressure. This time, her body’s resistance was futile; her sphincter gave in under the strain. She felt a warm, mushy mess begin to spread slowly in her diaper, the sensation both familiar and embarrassing. The bulk between her legs grew warmer and more substantial as the mess filled her diaper, starting to sag slightly.

Miss Jenna observed quietly for a moment, then stood and walked over to Amber. She knelt down beside the distressed girl, her hand lightly touching the back of Amber's diaper, confirming what had happened. "Yes, just like that," she noted clinically, her voice devoid of the usual warmth it carried during their playful times. "Now, the little in my story had to continue with her day, playing and sitting just like this until her Daddy was ready to change her. That’s going to be our rule today, too. You’ll learn to wait, Amber."

Amber looked up at Miss Jenna, her eyes brimming with tears, the reality of her situation setting in. Miss Jenna returned to her chair without another word, leaving Amber sitting there, feeling the weight and warmth of her poopy Pampers. The idea that she had to remain like this for hours until Miss Jenna decided it was time to change her was almost too much to bear.

As Miss Jenna resumed her typing, Amber tried to distract herself from her discomfort. She reached for a stuffed animal nearby, pulling it close and hugging it tightly. The plush toy offered little in the way of comfort, but it was a small solace in her uncomfortable situation.

PS: I love getting aks :P

[swee7dream]

how would the dreamies react to their s/o regressing for the first time in front of them after being super stressed and not being able to be a little ? ^^

it’s been a long time caregiver!nct dream x gender-neutral!regressor!reader

genres sfw age regression content, established relationship, hurt / comfort, angst in some, bits of fluff in all warnings involuntary / vent regression, regression block, negative self-talk, haechan's is long sry dni if you sexualize age regression. not only blocking but also reporting.

author’s note i'm SO sorry this took so long for me to get out. i promise i didn't forget about you, nonnie! i might've geared a little bit ( a lot ) off the prompt at times but i still hope you like it ! thx 4 requesting !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ) wc 642

With all your responsibilities lately, Mark finds it logical that you don’t regress as often as you used to. The last time he remembers was over three months ago. He misses taking care of you, hearing your sweet voice call out for your 'Mack!'. But he doesn’t want to burden you even more with any expectations to do anything you weren’t feeling up to do. He wasn’t planning to bring it up. Honest.

That was until you started coming home to avoid his kisses and go straight to bed. That moment left a pang in his heart.

In the silence and tension of your apartment, Mark finds himself in your little corner of tiny things, picking up your toys and dusting off your coloring books with longing. He misses his baby, so he’s going to get his baby back, he decides, no matter what it takes.

“Oh look, that new Disney movie came out you said you wanted to go see it, right?”

“I’m tired, Mark.”

“…okay.” He bites the inside of his cheek.

Just keep trying, Mark. You got this.

“Babe, I’m doing laundry. You want me to wash Cheese Doodle?” He knocks at your office door.

“Huh?” You raise your head as if you were a fish out of water. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine. Thank you.”

Hmph.

“What is that?” You give the box in Mark’s hand a look.

“It’s a game. Picked it up at the store. It’s like… Twister? But there’s something different about it. I dunno, I didn’t pay attention to the label and just bought it. Chenle asked that we bring some kind of board game for his party on Saturday.”

“Oh. Well, I have a thing on Saturday so tell him I can’t go but I hope everyone has fun.”

As the saying goes, the fourth time’s a charm.

“You’re not going to bed?” You rub your eyes, already in your night clothes and under the sheets.

“Not really tired,” he replies with a shrug as he makes his way out into the kitchen. “I think I’m gonna make myself some angel milk to get the sleeping juices going. That always worked for you. You want some?”

You’re already pretty tired, the events of the day had sucked every last drop of potential energy from you. Still, some angel milk in all its sweet, vanilla-tasting glory makes you lick your lips.

“…yeah. Please,” you answer.

When he comes back from the kitchen, he has your warm drink in one hand and Cheese Doodle—your orange puppy stuffie—in the other.

“Sit up for me, baby,” he says softly as he sits down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to spill anything from your favorite mug.

“Unicorn…!” You notice, taking the pink and rainbow cup in your two sleeve-clad hands. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” Mark smiles. “and I just took cheese doodle out of the laundry too. Used the fabric softener that you like. Wanna feel?”

“Oh.” In a second, you’re like a cat rubbing your cheek against Cheese Doodle’s fur. “Smells good, Markie. Thank you.”

”Of course, baby. Feeling tiny?” He asks only now that he’s 95% sure you are.

”Little bit,” you admit into your mug, slurping quietly to not burn yourself.

”Aw.” He pouts. “That’s good. You know, Markie missed you, baby. I haven’t held my baby in such a long time.”

”Missed Markie too.” You blink at him with sleepy eyes and a milk mustache. “Lot.”

”Wanna cuddle for a little then?”

”Just for a lil' bit.” You nod, placing your angel milk on the bedside table.

Mark knows the mug will be forgotten by the morning but he'd rather make and waste a million angel milks than for you to forget him and Cheese Doodle again.

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა wc 594

“Oh that’s a nice painting, Jun,” you praise, resting your chin on his shoulder as he sits on a stool. “Very pretty.”

“I feel like it’s missing something, though,” he says with a frown. “Here. You paint something.”

“On your canvas?” You look at him. “No way, love. I’ll ruin it.”

“You won’t. Now take the brush.”

“I won’t.” You step back and cross your arms. “I’m not gonna mess up this painting you’ve been working so hard on with my clumsiness.”

“What are you talking about? You always add something to my paintings.” Renjun gives you a look. The look that makes you want to roll your eyes.

“And they’re always so much better before me.”

“You don’t think that.”

“I do.”

“Why are you talking about yourself in this way all of a sudden?”

“Because it’s true!” You explode. There’s a burning in the backs of your eyes as you keep talking. “All I’ve been doing lately is messing up stuff for other people. I’m no good, Renjun.”

“…”

“My boss thinks it, my team members think it. I know you think it too!” You sob.

“Darling-”

“Stop it, Jun.”

“Darling,” he repeats, taking your hand in his. “come here.”

He pulls you in with one hand and wipes your tears with another, so careful he almost makes you think you are glass.

“What’s in that green binder in the bookshelf over there?” he asks.

“What?” You furrow your brows. “I don’t know.”

“Go check.”

You give him a look but make your way to the oak bookshelf; filled with sketchbooks, novels, and a singular green binder. You look at Renjun when your fingers touch the spine and take it out only after he nods. Your knees wobble as you flip through the pages so you let your bottom hit the floor.

In the binder are the handwritten notes from back before the two of you even started dating; flirtatious exchanges recorded on coffee shop napkins, gum wrappers, and ripped-up bits of college notes. The next stage of your relationship is at the flip of a page; rushed post-it notes of domestic living with 'I love you!'s and 'Don't forget to eat!'s kept safe in the plastic sheets.

You look up at him with surprise but he only nods his head for you to keep flipping pages. You flip through empty slips until you almost reach the back cover and find all the drawings you’ve made for Renjun over the years while in regression. Each and every one. Even the ones where you're mad at him and have him eaten by monsters.

“You kept them…” You pass a finger over a drawing you made of the two of you, your stickmen-selves holding hands and smiling in a rocket ship.

“Of course I did, baby. How could I throw away something so perfect?” You hear his voice next to you, having gotten up from his seat to crouch next to you on the floor. He gently pulls your head into his chest and his lips drop to kiss the top of your head. “I don’t think you mess up things, my love. Ever. You simply change their direction. My Lovebug is the most creative, innovative person in the whole wide world, didn’t you know?”

“Junnie…” You sob, the dam of pent-up emotions finally seeking release.

“Hi there, babybug.” He whispers. “I’m right here, lovey. Right here. Let it all out.”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა wc 655

“Babe, the ice is melting and your coke is turning into gross, brown, sweet-tasting water,” Jeno warns.

“One second, baby. I just need to finish this assignment real quick,” you mutter with your bottom lip bit in place.

It seems you’re still in the same clothes from three days ago, the same amount of time Jeno’s seen you stay in bed studying. He’s beginning to think your butt might be attached permanently to the mattress at this point. When it comes to your bedside table, your 5-hour energy from lunchtime being the latest addition to the food trash and empty water bottle pile doesn’t fill him with any more positive thoughts.

“When’s it for?” He sighs. “Your assignment.”

“…what?” You turn your head to him but your eyes stay on the screen. “Oh, um, Friday.”

“It’s Monday. Come on.” Jeno pulls at your arm like a spoiled child. “I’m not even making you shower or anything. I just wanna hang out with my hermit, stinky, computer nerd. Will you grant me my wish please?”

You look up with a half-offended, half-amused expression and your jaw dropped.

“I’m not stinky!” You fail to shake off your arm from his hold. “I told you I’m coming! I just really need to finish this.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ye- ah!” You squeal as Jeno pulls at your arm, throwing you over his shoulder. “Jeno! I’m serious!”

“I’m serious too. Monday to Friday is five days-”

“Four days!”

“-and that’s more than enough time to finish your assignment.” He refuses to acknowledge your interruption. “You are going to eat a proper dinner with me on the couch as we watch TV and you’re gonna like it, you got that?”

“Augh…!” You groan, going limp on him.

“Oh, I know.” Jeno pouts as he sets you on the couch, covering you in your train-print fleece blanket. “I’m so mean, aren’t I? Asking you to take a break when all you wanna do is work, work, work.”

You just stare at him, squinting your eyes as you fail to hide a smile.

“Well unfortunately for you, gumdrop, babies don’t work! So I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. The police will come after me if I do. Child labor laws or something like that.”

He leaves a quick kiss on your forehead right before speeding to the kitchen. Jeno’s eyebrows wiggle in a wave when he returns with your food; apple slices, chicken nuggets, and fries all in their respective spots in your divided plate.

The original pasta and movie date night plan being scrapped for a Nono-Gumdrop night doesn’t phase Jeno. In fact, it excites him. Your projects and exams and assignments and professors... he tries so hard not to hold resentment against them all as they pull his baby away from him. But tonight? Tonight is different, and for once in his life, caregiver Jeno is triumphant.

“Thank you…” Your fingers wrap around the blue silicone and Jeno engulfs you in a bear hug when he sits down. Tight but not so tight it obstructs your arms when eating. “What are we watching, Nono?”

“Max and Ruby.” He smiles when you gasp.

“Love Max and Ruby!” You gush with a mouthful of apples.

“Do you?” Jeno drops his head to the side. “You do? You do? Nuh-uh. I do. It’s my favorite show in the whole wide world.”

“Well, ’s my favorite show in the whole galaxy!”

“Yeah? Well-”

You squeal, feeling ticklish when he nuzzles his stubble on your face.

“Nono, stop!” You giggle.

“Eat up, gumdrop.” He sighs, the feeling of his baby in his arms and eating a proper meal for the first time in days is an incomparable joy. “Two episodes and then it’s bathtime.”

“Ah, boo, Nono!” you whine but it turns back to giggles when he compresses you in his arms.

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ wc 994

“You there, Angel?”

You shake your head.

It feels strange, like your body isn’t yours, as you hold on tight to your dolls in your hands and see none of the lively sparkle in their eyes you usually do when you’re small.

“I’m broken, Hyuck,” you say with such a lack of emotions that you can’t tell if it’s actually you who is speaking. “I did everything right. I got dressed, I put on the music box, I’m trying to play for God’s sake. And nothing is working still. I feel ridiculous. A grown adult trying to act like a child.” You scoff.

“Hey, stop.” Donghyuck’s firm tone sends a shiver down your spine and you pull away. His shoulders drop when he notices; you’re scared and he’s only making it worse.

“That’s my baby you’re talking about, you know?” He tries again, with a softer tone this time. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are not broken.” He holds your cheek.

“I’m just so tired, Hyuck.” Tears come up and blur your vision. “Everything has been going on for so long at the exact same time and I just- I can’t anymore. I need to just step away from reality for a little bit but I can’t even do that. My brain is just locking me in here in this state of suffering for who knows how long and I have no way of getting out. Not even for an hour.” You sob.

“I know, lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, letting you in turn wrap your arms around his legs from your seat on the floor. “It’s been so much for so long. You deserve a little break. Take a deep breath. Let’s try to let go of all these grownup worries, okay? We can pick them back up later. Come on, Angel, breathe.”

Angel.

Channie called you Angel and you still don’t feel small. The realization makes for more tears to come up but you refuse to let another defeated cry leave you. The denim of his jeans is rough on your face but not rough enough to make you stop using it as a tissue for your tears.

“…okay,” you creak out. “Breathe in. Breathing in…”

“There we go.” Haechan passes a hand over your head, the sensation soothing you somewhat. “And out. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Good job, Angel. Nice long deep breaths.”

You repeat the action several times, following his counts and pushing yourself to feel his jeans under your fingertips and smell the woodsy notes of his cologne to ground yourself.

“Everything sucks,” you say after some moments of silence. “Everything sucks. I didn’t even ask for any of this. I just want to be small,” your voice breaks.

“And you will be.” Donghyuck’s touch is gentle, encouraging you without words to look up at him. The pad of his thumb is warm when it wipes the tears from your face, brushing against your damp lashes. “You will be. I promise.”

“I don’t know what to do, Hyuck. I’m all out of ideas at this point,” you admit.

“How about just trying to feel not sucky?” He scrunches his nose, the most tender of smiles painted on his face. “How about… just drawing a picture? Just one. Doesn’t have to be with crayon or marker like when you’re feeling tiny. It can be whatever you want it to be. Don’t think about being small, just about drawing.”

“…draw what?”

“Hm… what about your dolls?”

When you unwrap yourself from his legs to look at said dolls, it gives Donghyuck the chance to go grab your art supplies. Your dolls don’t have that lively aura you see them with when you’re small but you can almost feel a sort of pity and empathy from them. It reminds you of the type of support your friends give you in their messages despite the country lines separating you.

“And I’ll draw… a car. Jeno’s been getting me into Formula One.” Donghyuck pulls you out of your thoughts when his voice is so close it makes you turn to see he’s taken a seat next to you on the floor. He opens a pencil case right in front of you two and takes a black pencil for himself to begin sketching on some paper.

“Really?” You opt a red pencil.

“Yeah. It’s pretty interesting.” He shrugs.

“But ’s so boring.” You sniffle up some snot from your lightning-fast crying session. You didn’t even cry for that long, how come you can feel your eyes swelling? So annoying. “They just go around in circles.”

“It’s not just that though. There’s—pass me the red? Oh, you have it. No, it’s okay. I can wait—there’s like a ton of beef between them. I like watching the interviews and stuff. It’s like watching basketball or football.” Haechan lets out a groan as he lays on his stomach, resting a cheek on his fist. “That’s really pretty, baby.”

“Y’like it?” You move to mirror him, turning your drawing for him to see better. “Think I’m gonna add some other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet,” you admit. “Probably you. I always like drawing you. And then… your red car. You can take me and the dollies on a road trip. I like it when we have fun together.”

Affection floods out of Donghyuck, letting out an adoring ‘aw’ as he hugs you, leaving kisses on all the spots he knows won’t lead to a tickle fight.

“So cute! I always have fun with you. My Angel...” he hums into your temple.

“My Channie…” you mutter under your breath, sketching his head four times bigger than the rest.

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ wc 664

“I’m okay.” You rub your nose. “Just a couple sneezes, Jaem. It’s not a big deal. I can keep studying for a little while longer.”

“You sneezed four times in a row.” Jaemin stands next to your desk chair with his arms crossed. “Do you know what that means?”

“What?” You sigh, knowing he won’t leave until you entertain him.

“You have the plague.”

“The what?”

“The plague.”

“Baby, I don’t have the-” Achoo! “the-” Achoo! “the plague…”

You move your mouse around your screen and click away at it but it doesn’t hide the reflection of Jaemin’s intense stare into your skull. He’s not amused. You spin your chair around.

“I don’t have the plague,” you repeat with a clogged nose, not even convincing yourself this time. “…I just have a little cold.”

“I wonder where you could have gotten that from, hm?” He turns you toward him by the chair’s arms and traps you by holding onto both of them and leaning in until your foreheads almost touch. “Maybe from studying a little too much? From stretching yourself too thin? Pushing yourself past your limits? Hm? Hm? hm?” He turns his head at an angle with each question, being obnoxious about his accurate statements.

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

“I just need to email this professor.”

“No.”

“I have a group project.”

“Good thing you have groupmates, huh? Come on, get off your pretty little butt.” He grabs you from under the armpits, placing your feet on the ground as if you were merely a bag of rice. “We’re playing hospital.”

“No…” you whine with dragging feet the whole time Jaemin guides you to the kitchen, his gentlemanly hand giving you no chance to run as it rests on the small of your back.

“Yes…” He pouts at you as he fills up the syringe with orange medicinal syrup. “Babies need be good and take their medicine when they are sick, okay?”

“Jaemin-” You pull your head the other way, holding his wrist away from you.

“Baby…” he sings, dodging your attempts. “Say ‘ah’, pumpkin.”

Pressing your lips tight doesn’t do anything, the plastic tip of the syringe still slipping in and filling your mouth with bitter medicine that makes a lame attempt at orange flavoring. You shake your head, still rejecting the cold syrup as it goes down, but it does regardless, chilling your throat when it does.

“Bleh!”

“Drink some water, baby.” Jaemin holds up a cup (when did he fill that up?) and you take it as if it were the key to eternal life.

“Taste so icky,” you say with your face scrunched up like a raisin. “Hate it!”

You’re sick and suffering from forced consumption of medicine. Jaemin knows this. Jaemin shouldn’t smile. But he just can’t help it! His baby is finally back after such a long, long time. he thought he was gonna die from BWS (Baby Withdrawal Symptoms).

“Aw…” His hands reach out to hold your face and squish your cheeks together. “Baby doesn’t like medicine? Babies don’t like yucky bitter things. Babies like… sweet yummy things! How about some hot chocolate, lovey-dovey?”

“Chocwate?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“Hot chocwate.” His nose scrunches as he pinches your cheeks. “Does that sound good?”

“Yeah!” You hop free of his crab claws. “Hot chocolate! Wanna, wanna, wanna!”

“Be careful, sugarplum!” Jaemin laughs, twirling you with such ease it feels as if you were in a dance. “Why don’t you go put something on the TV while I make us the chocolate? Whatever you want, baby,” he says, but you’re already out of the kitchen and looking under blankets and cushions for the remote.

“Spongebob!” You hold it up to the ceiling like it were the sword in the stone.

“Except Spongebob. You know that shrinks your brain.”

“Aw!” You slump but quickly straighten up like a ruler. “Ah- Ah- Achoo!”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ) wc 622

“I’m so proud of you.” Chenle pecks your head as you hold his waist from behind. The smells coming from the stove you two stand in front of are nothing if not heavenly. “Pretty, funny, kind, graduated. How’d I bag you?”

“Mmm, I dunno.” You shrug smugly, as you look out the window. A content sigh leaves you as your eyes follow the raindrops that slide down your window. “Must’ve done something good in your past life.”

“Must have,” he hums. “Set the table for me? I’m basically almost done.”

“You got it.” You peck his cheek. “Smells delicious. Jaemin give you cooking lessons while I was gone?”

“I’ll have you know I’m a great cook. I don’t need any cooking lessons. Never have.”

“Ah…” You roll out the placemats with a sarcastic nod.

“But if I did, I would go to Donghyuck.”

“If you did, I would approve. His soups are good.”

“Mine are better.”

“…”

“Right?”

“Sure.”

The music playing from the speakers and lights in the apartment all shut off at once, not even the hum of the refrigerator sounding in the silence, the darkness. The thunder is so close it feels like footsteps. Heavy, angry footsteps coming close. Closer and closer to you.

The power comes back as soon as it left but you can’t seem to recover as fast. You don’t even remember dropping down to hold your knees, and in the dark you didn’t see how many tears came up to overflow from your eyes. Chenle calls out your name but it sounds so distant it doesn’t even register. It feels like you’re running out of oxygen like a deep sea diver falling hopelessly down to the ocean floor.

“Hey,” you take a sharp inhale at Chenle’s warm hands holding your cheeks ground you back to reality. “Hey, the power went out. Everything’s fine. You’re okay. You’re home, you’re with me. Nothing is gonna hurt you here, you hear me? You are safe.”

You almost knock Chenle over from his crouching position when you throw yourself on him, but he reads your body language just in time to catch you. His lips press into your hair, your temples, your shoulders, the softest of touches as you wail into his shirt. His heart breaks at how fragile you seem in the moment, like a porcelain doll with a chip. You sob and babble to the point that Chenle can’t understand what you’re saying. All he can catch is one word.

“Daddy…”

There’s nothing for you to do but cry, Chenle’s learned with time, so he lets you do just that. He lets you cry in his arms there on the floor and when you’re finally willing he attaches you to his hip as he walks around. He wipes your tears with a paper towel and makes sure you get a bottle of water to drink from to rehydrate.

His eyebrows furrow when you turn your head to dodge his spoon, rejecting the meal you were so looking forward to less than twenty minutes ago. This meal which was meant to be a celebration of not just the end of your education but of all your life up to this point. Of your growth, your endurance; of all the stress you put yourself through to come out victorious in the end.

You’re still victorious, he thinks. Even now as you fill up the apartment with tears, he’s so proud of you. His partner, his baby, the strongest person he’s ever met.

“Come on, dollface. Just one spoonful, yeah? Need you to eat,” he tries again.

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩) wc 668

“What’s that giant box?”

“What giant box?” He looks at you on the couch. “...I thought you were napping.”

“I woke up. What’s with that giant box you’re pushing into our house?”

“Oh, this?” Jisung looks down. “It's… a box.”

You blink, irritation in your tight-lipped smile at your boyfriend’s lack of cooperation.

“I know it’s a box, Ji. I'm asking what’s inside the box?”

“Box… stuff…”

“Jisung!”

“That’s not my name!” He whines as he shuts the front door. “My name to you is Ji! Or Baby! Not Jisung! It’s so scary when you call me that...” He sighs. “It was supposed to come before you started your vacation time, while you were at work.”

“Why?” Your eyebrows come together into a questioning frown.

“Because- just- you’ll see soon. Pass me the scissors? Thanks.” He pecks your lips, taking the scissors from your hands and pushing your back away with little force. “Now go. Get! Your surprise will be ready in a minute. Go… brush your dolls’ hair or something. It’ll be super quick.”

“Doll hairs? is it a Little gift?”

“Shoot.” Jisung bites his fist. “...can you just go in the bedroom already? It’s not a Little gift. It’s not.”

The instructions that came in the box of the not-Little gift said construction would only take thirty minutes. Not to fear, with super handyman Park Jisung to the rescue it only took three hours and two people.

“We’re done!” You clap, looking in awe at your brand new play kitchen, pink and wooden and creaky and yours. “Jiji, finish!”

“Yeah.” He sits back on the floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. “We’re finished. D’you like it?”

“It’s so pretty, jiji!” You beam, hugging his head and squeezing the brains out of him.

“I’m glad you like it, bub.” He nods at his work in approval. “You deserve it. Worked so hard recently.”

“Thankie!” You get up quickly, running barefoot into the bedroom to come back with a box of play food in all colors and sizes.

“Make you a lenonade, bubby!” You begin adding ice to a cup and add a lemon to it. “Ice cold lenonade.”

“Oh, I love your lenonade. Thanks, baby.” He takes the cup, making gulping noises and finishing it off with a loud and satisfied ‘ah!’. “Actually, are we playing restaurant right now?”

“Um… yeah!” you decide. “Welcome to my rest’rant! What would you like to order?”

“I would kill for a good burger.” Jisung pats his stomach like a starved man. “I hear you guys have some good ones, is that true?”

“The truest!” You smile. “One burger, comin’ up!”

You turn back to your kitchen and hum to yourself as you place a burger patty on the stove.

“No pans for that?”

“No pans!” You shake your head. “Special burger.”

“Ah, must be.” He mutters behind you.

When it comes to building time, Jisung acts like a to-be-blacklisted customer.

“Could I have no onions in my burger? I’m allergic.”

“No, you’re not.”

“It’s just play pretend, honey.”

“Oh. Then, yes you can, sir! No onions.”

“And no tomatoes please. I don’t like how the seeds get stuck between my teeth.”

“No tomatoes!”

“And could you cut the cheese? It kind of sends me to the bathroom.”

“Ew… okay, no cheese, either!” You toss the slice of play cheese to the side.

“…could you also remove the meat? I’m vegetarian.”

That’s the final straw. No meat? You look down at his ‘burger’: bread, lettuce, bread.

“This is what you want?” You turn to show him his order.

“Oh yes.” He smiles, clasping his hands together in anticipation. “That’s my burger! So tasty. Thank you, shop owner.”

“You’re welcome…” You give him a look. “Ketchup?”

“No thanks.”

“Mayo?”

“Bleh! Pass.”

“…barbeque sauce?”

“Oh, that’s my favorite! Lettuce and barbeque sauce burger, my favorite.” He licks his lips.

“Jiji, ew!” you whine.

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[stevesbestgirl]

Their Girl - Game Day

Soft!Daddy!Stucky X Little!F!Reader

Warnings: age regression, brief descriptions of food, passive alcohol consumption (nothing major), reader gets overstimulated, younger than usual regression, crybaby queen reader, reader’s hand gets swatted, but no real violence

4275 words

A/N: This is part of Season 2 of Their Girl! Season 2 is still in progress and won’t be posted until it’s finished, but there is a new character in this part that hasn’t technically been introduced yet. Rest assured, the remaining pieces will come in time, but it’s Super Bowl Sunday here in the U.S., so enjoy! 

"Papa, I don't wanna watch football," you pouted as Steve pulled a Giants jersey over your head.

He cupped your chin, "Can I tell you a secret?" You gave a solemn nod and he cracked a half smile, brushing his thumb over the line of your jaw, "I don't really care about football either. But it makes Daddy happy and helps him get along with Uncle Tony. Do you think you can help me?"

"Can I take my game with me?"

Steve pressed his mouth into a thin line; he should have expected that. "Yes." Your face split into a grin, but Steve held up a finger, "But we're staying until the end of the game. And if I hear any complaining-"

You shook your head, "I won't."

He tapped your nose, "Good girl. Now let's get going." He hoisted you up on his hip, grabbing your backpack with his other hand.

You leaned out to watch him scoop it up, a curious look on your face. Steve chuckled, "What is it, sweetheart?"

Your cheeks warmed, "Daddy is strong." You never got tired of how easily he carried you around.

He squeezed your leg, "You like it when I carry you around?" You buried your face in his shoulder in lieu of answering. He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, "Good thing I like carrying my baby around too."

You smiled, still feeling shy as Bucky came into view, leaning against the couch. "Look at my girl," he grinned, pushing off and striding toward you. 

As Bucky reached for you, Steve spun you away, clearing his throat and puffing out his chest. Bucky grinned, changing course to cup the back of Steve's neck, "And my guy, of course."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Sure thing, Buck."

Bucky pulled him in for a kiss anyway. "Now c'mere, you," Bucky held his arms out and Steve handed you over. "Are you ready, doll?"

"Did you get my game, Papa?"

"Got it," Steve held it up before he zipped it up inside the backpack.

The three of you headed to the rec room, which Steve had promised would have fun things to do.

You could smell the rec room before Bucky even opened the door; the scent of pizza and chicken wings wafted out. The sound of chatter followed, growing exponentially louder as Bucky opened the door.

Inside, Peter and Wanda were making a racket at the foosball table. Tony, Thor, Loki, Nat and Bruce were seated at the ring of sofas that centered around the enormous television. To your surprise, there was another adult present, seated on the opposite end of Tony's sofa. It was your new friend from the office, Stephen Strange. You offered a shy wave, your comfort around him having dwindled since your last meeting.

"Thought you guys were gonna miss kickoff," Tony noted.

"It took a little bit of convincing to get everybody here," Bucky grimaced, setting you down.

Bruce held out an arm for a hug and you climbed onto the sofa next to him, tucking underneath and into his side, "Hi Bruce."

"Hey kiddo, how's it going?" You shrugged. "That bad, huh?"

"I don't like football."

"Why not?"

"Too much yelling."

He grimaced, "People get excited, huh?" You nodded. "What if you got excited too? Would it be okay then?"

You shrugged again, "Maybe."

"Why not give it a try? You might like it."

You stayed quiet; you didn't know if you wanted to like it.

Loki caught your eye from the sofa across from you, drawing a chuckle from Bruce, "Go on."

You hopped across the aisle to climb up next to Loki, "Do you like football?"

He shrugged, "Would be better with weapons."

You glanced at the TV again; you didn't think weapons were the problem, but you weren't going to argue with Loki. As one team kicked the ball all the way down the field to start the game and the crowd went crazy, you couldn't help but think that your daddies could have done a better job. But they were both watching the screen, even Steve, who had said he wasn't interested. 

"Did you bring your game?" Loki's gaze flicked from the screen to the group of adults, back to you.

You nodded, "In my backpack."

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Do you want to play?"

Glancing at Steve, you nibbled at your lower lip; it might be a bit early to ask. But you slipped off the couch and trotted over to Steve, hands clasped behind your back, "Papa, can I play my game with Loki please?"

He gave a soft chuckle, his gaze flicking to Loki on the other sofa, "It hasn't even been ten minutes, sweetheart."

You glanced over your shoulder at the TV, "But it's screen time, right?" You let your lip jut out a tiny bit, shuffling between Steve's legs. 

A little crease appeared between Steve's brows as Tony snorted a laugh, "She's not bad."

"You two can play, but not the whole time, alright angel?" Steve offered, ignoring Tony. He tipped his chin at the backpack by the sofa, "Go ahead."

You beamed, "Thank you!" Scuttling over, you rifled through the bag, pulling out your game and clamoring back onto the sofa beside Loki.

"Wait, I wanna play!" Wanda's voice piped up from the foosball table, a note of resentment at not being invited in her voice.

"Me too!" Peter echoed, scrambling to follow as Wanda grabbed her own game and climbed up next to you. 

Shuffling over to make room for her, you bumped shoulders with Loki, making him glance sharply away.

"Sorry," you murmured, pulling in to try giving him more space as Peter squeezed in between you and Wanda, crowding the sofa further.

"It's fine."

"Babydoll, do you want to sit with me?" Bucky patted his lap.

Nodding, you disentangled yourself from the others and scurried over to Bucky, who pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked to Loki, "Are you ready?"

He nodded, though he looked a bit displeased, his mouth pressed into a thin line as Peter and Wanda chattered beside him.

You played, but Loki no longer seemed in the mood for it. He kept glancing at Thor as though he wanted to go home, but Thor, whose face was painted and had a plate piled with food, didn't seem to be going anywhere soon.

When the Giants made a big play, the room exploded with noise, even Bucky, who was usually so soft-spoken. He threw his free hand in the air in a fist,  "YES, WHAT A THROW!"

You tensed, squeezing your eyes closed as though it would muffle the sound. For once, Bucky didn't notice- he was focused on the game. Stifling the threat of a pout, you set your game down and wriggled out of Bucky's grasp, expecting him to protest. But he let you go, his fingers grazing your arm absently. 

Since you'd already gotten up, you had to find something to do. You slunk over to the food table, appraising the snacks, but you weren't really hungry. Glancing over at your daddies, you wanted them to notice you. Usually, they were so attentive that you couldn't hide anything from them, but today you couldn't seem to compete.

"Too loud?"

You'd been so busy watching Steve and Bucky that you hadn't noticed Peter trotting up to you; it looked like game time had been abandoned. Wanda was snuggling in with Natasha and Loki was speaking urgently in Thor's ear.

You hesitated before nodding; Steve had said no complaining. But Peter gave a knowing nod, "Me too." He held out a hand, "C'mon."

You followed him over to the closet. Inside, board games, blankets, and spare snacks filled the shelves. Eyeing a thick comforter at the very top, Peter climbed the shelves with ease, never wavering as he pulled the blanket out with one hand and tossed it down, following with two others before leaping from the top to land on the newly cushioned floor. 

You watched him wide-eyed, breathing a soft, "Wow," as Peter grinned up at you from his dismount.

He began spreading the blankets out in a dense pile on the floor, carefully closing the closet door to muffle the noise as another cheer went up from the sofa area.

Once he was satisfied with his nest, he fixed a serious gaze on you, "I'm gonna go get our stuff. I'll be right back."

He grabbed the door knob, but you touched his hand, "Wait, um," your cheeks flushed with warmth, "Could you get my paci from my backpack?"

Peter smiled and nodded before disappearing, closing the door behind him. You decided it was kind of nice in here; the door muffled the sound nicely and the blankets didn't even smell like a closet. You took another from the shelf, wrapping yourself up as Peter returned, slyly slipping back in and closing the door without a peep.

"Here, pretty girl," he said with earnest enthusiasm as he gave you your things: your game, your paci, and your sippy cup, also from your backpack. He also gave you a cookie from the snack table and a pair of blue headphones.

"I don't like loud noises sometimes either," he said nonchalantly, as though that explained everything.

"Thank you," you murmured, suddenly feeling shy at his attention. Peter was always nice to you, but this was different. He was looking at you the way small children often looked at babies, or children smaller than them; like he was honor-bound to make sure you were cared for.

Part of you wanted to reject his help; you didn't want to be the baby of the group, but you supposed Peter knew what that was like too. So you slid the headphones over your ears, muffling the sounds of the game even further, before you put your paci in and played your game. 

Never being allowed to play your game for this long at home, you lost yourself in it. It wasn't until the closet door opened, Tony on the other side, that you remembered where you were.

"Found them. What are we doing, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven?" He smirked, "I get next round."

Feeling extra small, you just stared up at him, eyelashes fanning your cheeks as you blinked in the bright light.

"It was too loud, Daddy," Peter explained, placing himself resolutely between you and Tony. 

"Pete, you can't-"

"Tony found them, Steve, in the closet," Bucky was calling back over his shoulder. Peering over Tony's shoulder, his expression melted into a smile, "What are you doing in there, babydoll?" Registering the doe-eyed look on your face, he gave you an easier question, "You comfy?"

Nodding, a contented smile peeked out from behind the pacifier. 

Peter didn't budge from his place, "See? She's comfy. We're having fun!" His fists were balled up, even though no grown ups had demanded the closet be vacated.

Steve appeared over Bucky's shoulder, "What is she doing in-" Much like Bucky, Steve instantly softened his tone at the sight of you swaddled up and dewy eyed, "What are you doing in there, angel?" Bucky murmured something in Steve's ear before turning his attention back to you, "It's halftime, princess, do you want to come out for some pizza?" He paused to placate Peter, "You two can come back when the game starts again, if you want."

Peter nodded adamantly, but it was your nod Bucky was waiting for. You were feeling slow, like Bucky's string of words needed to be untangled before you understood what he'd asked you.

With a soft whisper in Peter's ear, Tony guided him back to the party, leaving Steve and Bucky with you. Steve knelt in the doorway, offering a hand, "You hungry, sweetness?"

You blinked at him once before messily untangling the nest of blankets you'd buried yourself in and clamoring over to his hand. But instead of accepting his help standing, you raised both arms, "Up?"

Steve grinned, hoisting you up under the arms and taking you out of the closet to sit on his hip. He removed the headphones Peter had loaned you, setting them back in the closet with your other things.

You babbled softly to yourself, suddenly entranced with the way Steve's blonde hair caught the light, your fingers drawn to the glistening gold. Steve and Bucky talked, though you didn't have enough capacity to truly listen. 

"You don't think something is wrong, do you?"

"She seems happy."

"She doesn't usually get so small, Buck-"

"I know, Stevie," Bucky said soothingly. "We'll talk to her when she lets us." He kissed Steve on the cheek and you on the forehead before he veered toward the snack table, "I'll get her something to eat."

Steve fixed you with a puzzled look, "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" 

He brushed hair away from your face and you leaned into his touch, "Papa." The word was slurred and barely audible, but Steve heard. 

Fingers still buried in the hair behind his ear, you smushed your face into his neck, granting him a sloppy kiss, accented by a muffled, "Mwah." You giggled to yourself as Steve took his seat back on the couch, cradling you carefully in his lap.

You returned your attention to Steve's hair, fingers quickly undoing any attempt he'd made at styling it. He allowed it without complaint; it wasn't a secret that Steve liked having your attention, especially with an audience. 

"Papa pretty," you declared, both hands shrouded in Steve's golden crown, now tousled and messy. Natasha laughed, drawing a derisive look from Wanda. Loki, who had been unsuccessful in convincing Thor to leave, looked miserly and disinterested, tucked into the corner of the sofa with his game, though he wasn't playing. 

"Oh no, I don't think so," Steve suddenly tutted, capturing both of your hands in his, "My baby is the pretty one." And he buried his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling and tickling, your giggles devolving into gasping breaths by the time Bucky returned with food. 

Steve relented, gathering you back into his arms to make room for Bucky, but before he could settle, you were straining against his grasp, trying to get to Bucky, "Dadadadada."

"Hold on," Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in place. "Wait just a minute, sweet pea-"

"Dadada," you insisted, undeterred by Steve's interference. Reaching insistently for Bucky, you were no match for Steve's strength, eyes welling with frustrated tears.

Once Bucky was settled, he moved the plate safely out of the way, pulling you into his lap from Steve's grasp. 

He cupped your chin, wiping a stray tear away, "No need for that, Daddy's right here, princess." You sniffled, urgency forgotten now that you had Bucky. He leaned in closer, cooing, "We know you're extra little, but try to tell us what you need with your big girl words, okay doll?"

To his surprise, you shook your head, "Uh-uh."

"You don't want to use big girl words?"

But you only babbled back at him, the sounds not quite forming all the way.

Steve caught Bucky's eye, but Bucky didn't push further, keeping a close eye on you as you grabbed a fistful of goldfish crackers from the plate he'd brought, sloppily spreading a trail of them from the end table to your seat on the sofa. 

Steve captured your fist in his hand, trying to work the crackers loose before crumbs ended up scattered all over the rec room, "Here sweetness, we'll feed you instead, hm?"

But you let out a squeal of protest, fist instinctively jerking away and scattering crackers across the floor. 

Before you could process, there was a sting to the top of your fist; Steve had given you a sharp tap, "Hey!"

As the realization set in, you stared at Steve with a wobbly lip, sucking in a breath, but before you could cry, Peter exclaimed, "That's not nice!"

"Pete-" Tony began, trying to shush Peter from the snack table, but Peter ducked his arm and charged over to the sofa, crossing his arms expectantly at Steve.

"Hitting is mean."

Now that the attention was on someone else, you buried your face in Bucky's shoulder with a soft whimper, watching Peter and Steve. 

"Peter, honey," Steve tried to explain, "I didn't hit-"

"Yes you did, I saw," Peter insisted, though he glanced at your face, verifying your watery eyes and sniffles before he challenged Steve for the second time. 

"I would-"

"I saw too," Loki chimed in. Wanda was quiet under Natasha's guidance, but she nodded her agreement.

Steve looked pained, "That wasn't to hurt-"

"Steve just needed to get her attention," Bucky tried to help.

But Peter wasn't having it, "Pretty girl is little, she doesn't know." Catching the note of ferocity in his own tone, Peter dialed it back, stealing a glance back at Tony to make sure he wasn't in trouble yet, "You're strong Uncle Steve, what if you did hurt her hand on accident?"

Steve took a deep, calming breath, "I would never hurt her on purpose. I'll be more careful, okay Pete?"

Peter didn't appear convinced, but he nodded. Steve urged him over closer, speaking low, "You're doing a good job looking out for her, okay buddy? I appreciate it."

Peter nodded again, stealing another glance at you to make sure you were really okay. But before he could return to Tony, who was still at the snack table chatting with Stephen, you held out your hand, offering the last goldfish cracker clutched there.

Politely accepting a cracker, Peter scuttled back to Tony, his courage depleted after standing up to a grown up. 

Steve turned his guilty gaze back to you. You stared at him, tucked into the safety of Bucky's chest. He captured your now empty hand, pressing kisses into the back of it, "I'm sorry if I surprised you, sweetheart. Will you let me feed you, please?"

You nodded slowly, making no move to lift your head from Bucky; he was rubbing your back and it was making you sleepy. 

"Buck, she won't sleep tonight if she naps now," Steve warned, taking the plate from Bucky's free hand and offering you a bite of pizza.

Bucky chuckled at your groan of protest as he removed his hand, propping you up in his lap so you could eat, "C'mon doll, eat something for us?"

You nibbled the pizza half-heartedly, but it was enough for them, both men raining praises on you for being so good. You only ate a little, but Steve and Bucky were more focused on keeping you calm and happy. 

Suddenly remembering the party, you peeked at the others. Wanda was laying with her head in Nat's lap, playing her game solo. Peter was with Tony and Stephen at the snack table still, looking a bit shy. Thor was engrossed in the halftime report on the TV, bringing a large flagon to his lips for a deep drink, oblivious to the thunderstorm of atmosphere surrounding Loki beside him. 

Loki looked miserable. His game was turned off, resting on the arm of the sofa. He had his knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them so his chin rested in the gap in between.

Tugging Bucky's sleeve, you pointed, "Dada?"

Bucky spoke gently in your ear, "What is it, princess?"

You struggled for the words, "He sad."

"He does look a little sad, huh?" he murmured, stealing a glance at Steve to see if he was listening, but he was chatting with Nat and Bruce. "You wanna help?"

You nodded and Bucky dutifully carried you over, patiently waiting for you to speak, "Loki?" It didn't sound like it usually did- the syllables were disjointed, but Loki was already paying attention.

"Yes," he replied plainly.

"I sit?"

"Sure."

Bucky settled you in between Loki and Thor, "Shout if you need me, okay baby?" He kissed your forehead before he returned to Steve, who urgently spoke in his ear, his gaze on you.

Loki didn't strike up a conversation. Words weren't your strong suit at the moment, so you just leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder, "Okay?" Loki gave a short hum that sounded like approval, so you closed your eyes. 

After a minute or two, Loki shifted, lowering his legs. You sat up as he readjusted, and he glanced at you, "You can stay- if you want."

Smiling, you leaned on him again as he grabbed his game. Lighting up further, you pointed, "I watch?"

He gave a tight nod, "Sure."

So you watched him play for a few minutes, disturbed only slightly when Thor finally stood to refill his mug and get more food. When Thor came back, plopping into his seat and shifting the sofa, you were pushed further into Loki, sliding down into his cushion with him.

You let out a soft, surprised squeal, fingers curling around Loki's arm for support. You saw the way Bucky's head snapped to you, instantly seeking you out to make sure you were okay. Steve, who had never stopped watching, narrowed his eyes.

"My apologies, little one, are you alright?" Thor patted your head.

Giggling, you nodded, allowing Bucky to relax as the game started again. As the ball was kicked again, everyone settled back into their seats to watch, although the noise quickly picked back up.

Before long, there was a collective inhale across the room and then all of the adults started shouting.

"Come on!"

"That was pass interference! Are the refs blind?"

Thor thumped his fist on the arm of the sofa, "Foul play!"

Peter caught your eye from his place next to Tony before he stood. Moments later, he was in front of you, the pair of blue headphones and your pacifier brought from the closet. 

Rather than hand them to you, Peter carefully put the headphones on your head, though they weren't plugged in, and held the paci up to your lips.

"Fank you," you slurred around it, grateful to Peter but suddenly shy at the attention.

Peter grinned proudly before climbing back up next to Tony, who ruffled his hair. 

Loki grabbed the end of the headphone cable, plugging it into his game so the sound would cover the noise.

Resting your head back on Loki's shoulder, you could hear the faint murmur of chatter and the occasional exclamation following a big play, but the sound wasn't so overwhelming. 

And despite the dull uptick in the volume after each play, your eyelids grew heavy, your cheek smushed against Loki's shoulder. 

You woke as your seat suddenly shifted again, the collective shout loud enough to pierce the protection of the headphones. 

Jolting up to see Thor jump off the sofa, his fists raised in the air, "YES! YES!" The other adults cheered with him, but the sudden change in atmosphere was a shock. With a single sniffle, you burst into tears, the sound muffled underneath the din. 

Before you could inhale for a wail, a pair of arms hoisted you up, Steve's scent soothing you before you'd even caught a glimpse of blonde hair. 

"I've got you, sweetness," he cooed in your ear, whisking you back to his place next to Bucky. 

You sniffled weakly, lip trembling, but no one other than Loki seemed to have noticed anything was wrong. By the time Bucky finished cheering and Thor sat back down, Steve had you cradled in his lap, Peter's headphones playing soft music in your ears. 

Bucky smiled at you, brushing his thumb idly over your ankle. You blinked at him and Bucky instantly noticed the glitter of tears on your lashes, giving your ankle a soft squeeze and lifting a headphone to talk to you, "You okay, babydoll? You need to go home?"

Sloppily rubbing an eye, you shook your head, "Daddy havin' fun." 

But Bucky shook his head, leaning in closer, "You tell me if you need to go, okay?" He cupped your chin, "My baby is more important, alright?"

Cheeks warming under the intensity of his gaze, you nodded. Looking satisfied, Bucky sat back, though he rested his palm on your ankle, his thumb resuming its path. 

You curled your fingers into Steve's jersey, watching the people run around on the screen for lack of anything else to focus on. With Bucky's thumb tracing over your ankle and Steve's warm palm tracing your back, watching the game wasn't so bad. 

As a man in blue ran down the field, another cheer went up, growing louder as his long strides carried him down into the very end of the field. Thor launched from his seat shouting again, oblivious to the sharp look he got from Steve. But you were ready for it this time, clapping along with everyone else.

The room quickly got quiet as all the players lined up by the goalposts, the tension obvious.

Bucky's fingers slowed on your ankle, squeezing softly as the play started. You struggled to keep track of the ball, but the room exploded in cheers again and Bucky hoisted you off Steve's lap as he jumped up to match Thor's enthusiasm.

Giggling, you clapped again, "Did we win, Daddy?"

Bucky grinned, looking as excited as you'd ever seen him, "We sure did, babydoll."

"Yay!" 

Bucky looked so happy to see you excited about something he liked, blue eyes lit up with little crinkles around the corners of his eyes. Maybe you could like football too.

[koithelittle]

christmas movies & cuddles

note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it’s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!

pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

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wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.

he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.

but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.

he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.

you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.

if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).

lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.

he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.

the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.

once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.

he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.

"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.

he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.

"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.

you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.

he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.

"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.

"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!

"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"

you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.

mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.

"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.

Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.

you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.

"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.

"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.

"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.

he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.

he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.

he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.

while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.

"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.

you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.

“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.

“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.

mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”

soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.

"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.

"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.

"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.

"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.

mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."

wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.

he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.

"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.

"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.

“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.

“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.

“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.

“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.

you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”

he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.

“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”

“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”

he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.

he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.

the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.

[naturesapphic]

ok you dont have to do it if your not comfortable but can you do where reader finds out nats a little and the reader takes her in as her mommy and nats has a very young headspace so she wets herself and has to waer diapers also no one knows and nat wants to keep it a secret.

sorry if you dont understand i fail english

It’s okay

Little!natasha romanoff x caregiver!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, wetting diaper and fluff

Natasha and I have been dating for a few months now and lately she’s been kinda distant from me. She tells me that she values her alone time a lot and understand that but we barley spend time together anymore. Im getting tired of it and I need answers now. You pulled up to Natasha’s apartment and got her spare key she gave to you to unlock her door. When you went in, you saw Natasha in the living room with a onesie and a stuffed animal in her arms, watching bluey.

She looks up and sees you which causes her to get scared. “Hey hey baby it’s okay it’s just me..” you said slowly walking over to her. “I just wanted to come by and check in on you to see if you were okay…” you said slowly so you didn’t scare her even further than she was. “M-mommy?” Nat questioned and you looked at her confused until it hit you. Natasha was a little and she age regresses. You just thought nat was in a comfort thing but how she looked when you first walked in and the name she called you by. It all clicked in together in your mind.

“Yes babygirl. It’s mommy. I’m your mommy. Is that okay?” You asked her softly as you bent down to her level. She nodded her head yes at you and you smiled at her. “Good girl.” You said to her and she gave you a small smile then twisted her face in discomfort which worried you. “What’s wrong princess? Are you okay?” You asked her and she squirmed around, whimpering. You looked at her confused until you lifted her up in your arms and found that her bottom was squishy and warm. Nat was wearing a diaper.

“Did you have an accident babygirl?” You questioned her gently and she nodded slowly as she pouted. “Hey it’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. Let’s go get this yucky diaper off of you sweetie.” You said as you went to her room and changed her. After that, nat was back happy and lively. “Wan plays?” She asked you excitedly. “Sure princess!” You said happily and she giggled with excitement. She waddled over to you and grabbed your hand as she leads you to her playroom.

~ a few days later ~

After some time, Natasha was out of her headspace since she got called in go on a quick mission. When she came back, she needed to talk to you. “Thank you for taking care of me when I was in my headspace. It really means a lot but please don’t tell any of the team. The only person who knows it fury and that’s it. Well besides you.” She said and you nodded your head in understanding. “Of course nat. I absolutely love taking care of you and I promise I won’t tell anyone.” You reassured her and she gave you a thankful smile in return. You were so grateful that Natasha chosen you to be her caregiver and you couldn’t be happier. It’s you and your little spider against the world.

A/n: I hope the anon who requested this enjoys it and I hope everyone else does too! I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Sorry it took so long. Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[marvelfanfics1]

I just fell. I know a random start but when I was playing outside I fell and hurt my knee and it bleeded 😥 maybe you can do the same with daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter (Tom Peter) where the reader fell and it bleeded so her dada Steve toke care of it and put a cute little unicorn plaster (I'm not sure how it calls bc English is not my native Language) and she is still crying when they got out of the bathroom and daddy Bucky but her in his lap and hug her and little petie comes to the reader and put a kiss on the hurting knee and says "that makes u feel bwtter"

🩹<---- I mean this thing

Kisses make it better

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers Little Angels au

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, hurt knee, mentions of blood, fluff, comfort

A/n: Hey guys 🤗 I'm really sorry for the lack of fics, I had a writersblock and have been struggling with family drama (ya know the usual 🤙🏻) anyway, I hope I overcame it now and can spoil you with fics again 💜

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It was a beautiful day outside so Steve and Bucky decided to take you and Peter to the compound so you could play outside with other littles from the Avengers group.

At the compound were so many fun things to do and with how much space they have you can find activities literally everywhere.

Now you were running around a play structure with Kate while Peter was chasing you both. It was all fun and games until you tripped over your own foot and fell on the rubber ground that was around the structure.

It all happened so quickly that it took you a few seconds to now feel the pain that was coming from your knees, tears already blurring your vision before you could even take a look at it.

Peter was a second later beside you, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong when he saw your bruised knees and quickly jumped into action.

"I go get daddies!" he said and rushed off to where all the caregivers were sitting and talking.

Meanwhile, poor Kate was trying as hard as she could to comfort you, Peter would most definitely almost suffocate you in a hug, Kate only rubbed your back, assuring you that Peter will be back soon with your daddies and it did comfort you in a way.

Soon enough you saw Peter coming back with Steve jogging after him and he quickly knelt beside you.

"Shh, it's okay, Angel. Dada's here." he grimaced a little when he saw your bloody knees. Your little sobs broke his heart, he and Bucky hate seeing either of their littles in pain, and in a quick motion, he picked you up and carried you inside to the nearest bathroom.

"Dada hurts." you cried while Steve was looking for some bandaids and something to clean the wounds.

"I know, sweetheart." he kissed your forehead. "I promise it will be better soon."

You kept crying silently, wincing when he touches a sore spot with the alcohol pad. When all the blood was wiped off he grabbed a colorful unicorn bandaid and put one on each knee, hoping to cheer you up a little but you were still sobbing a little.

"Let's go see what daddy's doing." he offered you a smile and you nod, raising your arms for him to pick you up which he happily did.

Your crying ceased to little sobs and hiccups while Steve carried you to where he was before Peter came in running and frantically pointing outside. There you saw Peter who was leaning with his back against Bucky's shoulder and playing on his switch but he quickly turned it off when he saw you.

"Our poor doll." Bucky cooed and you started to make grabby hands for him.

Steve handed you over to him and you got comfortable on his lap with your back against his chest and him wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and safe.

Peter frowned a little, seeing how some tears kept falling from your eyes. He got up from his spot beside his daddy to kneel before you both. First, you were confused, tilting your head to the side. He then leaned forward to kiss each of your knees carefully.

"Dis will make you feel better!" he smiled and you wiped the remained tears away, smiling back at him.

"Fank you, Petie."

He got back on his spot and took one of your hands caressing the back of it with his thumb, making your daddies hearts almost explode from the cuteness.

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

little dew? 🙏🙏

cw: age regression, regressed ghouls.

Dew’s off the bus and in Aether’s arms before the bus even came to a stop. He runs straight into him, knowing Aether will catch him, he always does. He jumps into him, wrapping his legs around Aether’s hips and rubs his cheek against Aether’s, a purr already rumbling Through his chest. 

“Missed me, firefly?” Aether hums, rubbing his cheek against Dew’s.

“No.” Dew buries his face into Aether’s neck, nosing along his scent gland, inhaling the rich, sweet plum-like scent he’s missed so much. 

Aether smiles at him, running a hand through Dew’s hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers like water. 

“I missed you too.” He presses a kiss to the side of Dew’s head. “So much, you have no idea.”

Dew feels the edges of his mind start to go fuzzy, the feeling of being safe back in Aether’s arms and the sweet comforting scent of him clouded his brain. 

He pulls away from Aether’s neck.  “A-aeth..!” His voice is slow and thick, a look of panic crosses over his face. 

Aether knows that voice, know that slight wobble and the look on his face. 

“Oh, my baby.” He runs his fingers through Dew’s  hair again. “Are you dropping already?” 

He’d expected Dew to drop at some point during their reunion, although he’d thought it would have happened a little later in the day, but he can’t complain about it, anytime he got to spend with Dew he’ll treasure. 

“I don’t-I’m sorry, Aeth. I ruined it, I’m sorry.” There are tears already welling in his eyes. 

Aether holds Dew closer to him, guiding Dew’s head so it’s resting on his shoulder.  “Oh, babyboy. You haven’t ruined anything, I promise.” 

Dew sniffles into his shoulder.  “But-but I wanted- we could-we.” His words start to slur the longer he goes on. 

Aether turns and heads towards the ghouls den, towards his room. 

“Don’t you worry about that, my darling. You just do what you need to do, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” 

Dew hums, all fight drained from his body as he allows that fuzzy feeling to take over his brain. He lets Aether carry him through the abbey, clinging to him as he slips his thumb into his mouth. 

“That’s it, there we go.” Aether kisses the top of his head. “I think there’s a pacifier and a blankie of yours hidden in my room somewhere.” 

“B-blankie?” Dew mumbles around his thumb.

“Yeah that’s right, baby. We’ll get you nice a wrapped up. Nice a snuggly.” 

Dew hums, playing with Aether’s hair, twisting a few stands of hair around his finger. 

Aether makes it back to his room fast and lays Dew down gently on his bed. Dew gives a little wiggle, getting comfy in Aether’s bed sheets. 

Aether rummages around in the bottom of his closet looking for Dew’s collection of little things. He finds the box easily, exactly where he left it last time before Dew went off on tour, and pulls out the things he’ll need. He grimaces a little as he pulls out the blanket, blue with multicoloured fish all over it. That wasn’t Dew’s blanket. 

He hold up the blanket for Dew to see.  “Okay, so, it might not be your blankie but I’m sure Rain won’t mind you using his.” 

Dew eyes it suspiciously before breaking out into a smile around his thumb and making grabby hands towards the blanket. 

“Rainy.” He mumbled.

“Yeah that’s right, it’s Rains.”  Aether feels relief wash over him that Dew didn’t kick off and throw a tantrum over it not being his blanket. He’s very particular with his blankets. 

Aether carefully pulls the clothes Dew has been travelling in off and replaces them with a soft fleece hoodie of his -one without a hood because Dew hates the feeling it touching the back of his neck- and some pyjama pants that once belong to Cumulus. They’re a little big on Dew, but they’re his favourite. 

“Okay, ready to get all wrapped up? Get nice and snuggly in your blankie.” 

Dew doesn’t respond, just suck at his thumb, looking up at Aether with big eyes.

Aether quickly wraps Dew up in the Blanket, pulling his thumb from his mouth and replacing it with his pacifier. He can tell Dew is fighting regressing further, he can see the fight in his eyes and hopes that getting him feeling safe and secure will get him to let go fully. 

Once he has Dew fully swaddled and secure he picks him up so he can sit down on his bed where Dew was just laying. He cradles Dew close to him, making sure to support his head on his arm. Dew let’s out a sigh before the tiniest little purr starts to rumble through his chest, kneading biscuits into the inside of the blanket. 

At some point Dew must have fallen asleep because the next thing he remembers is waking up still in Aether’s arms. His head is still fuzzy, if not even fuzzier now. He lets out a little whine, rubbing his cheeks against Aether’s chest. 

“Oh, hi sleepy boy.” Aether coos down at him, brushing some stray hairs from his face. Dew sucks on the pacifier that’s still in his mouth, looking up at Aether with still sleep heavy eyes. 

“Did you have a good sleep, baby? Was that what you needed, hmm?” Aether knows that Dew won’t respond to him, he’s too little for words right now, but not talking to the little ghoul felt wrong. 

Dew blinks you at him and stifles a yawn around his pacifier, leaning to rest his head back on Aether’s chest. 

Aether chuckles at him, running his thumb on Dew’s chin, wiping away some of the drool that had spilled from Dew’s mouth. 

“Oh yeah, that was a good nap, hmm. You were knocked out for nearly two hours, baby.” 

As expected Dew doesn’t say anything, the only sound coming from him is the sound of him sucking on the pacifier. 

Aether presses a kiss to Dew cheek making the smaller ghoul go crosseyed as he tried to look at Aether when he’s so close to his face. 

“I missed this so much, you know? I missed you so much.” He kisses his cheek again. “My bed feels too big and too cold without my little spitfire taking up all the space and keeping me warm.” 

Aether sends a quick text off the Mountain, the ding of the notification he gets back immediately makes Dew jump.  “Oh, was that too loud for you, babyboy? I’m sorry darling.” 

He flicks his phone on silent, just incase anyone else messages him.  “When you’re big again you can tell me all about your, I can’t wait to hear all your stories.” 

Aether wipes more drool from Dew’s chin, wiping it into his own shirt. “I know you got up to all kinds of mischief.” 

The door to Aether’s bedroom opens and Mountain shyly ducks his way into the room holding a bottle filled with warm milk. 

“Look what Mountain got for you, baby.” Aether gives Dew a gentle nudge and his unfocused eyes skim around the room, setting on Mountain.

Mountain smiles sweetly at him as he takes a seat next to Aether on his bed.  “Hi, little baba.” 

He passes the bottle to Aether who takes it from him and shakes it front of Dew.  “You want this, baby? Want to get your little belly nice and full?”

Mountain removes the pacifier from Dew’s mouth Making the smaller ghoul whine and cry out in destress. Mountain rubs at his cheek with his thumb.  “Oh, babyboy, there’s no need for that. Look what Aether has for you.” 

Dew cries out again, trying to chase Mountain’s thumb into his mouth. Aether taps the rubber nipple against Dew’s bottom lip letting a few drops of milk drip into his mouth. Dew squeaks, opening his mouth wider to allow the rubber into his mouth. 

“There we go, that’s  much better, hmm?” Aether coos him as Dew starts sucking and drinking the milk down. 

Mountain rubs at Dew’s belly through the blanket. “That tasty, little one? I put some honey in it for you, I know you like it a little sweeter.”  Dew sighs out of his nose, letting out a contented hum. 

“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Drink it all down, get your belly all warm and full.” 

Aether tips the bottle back a little further allowing Dew to suckle a little easier. 

Dew hums again, purring in between swallows. He gets just over halfway through before he can feel his eyes dropping, the feeling of his belly getting fuller and fuller with each passing second making his eyes feel heavy. The quiet conversation Aether and Mountain are having over him comforts him even more, their hushed voices making the tiredness in his eyes feel even heavier. He falls back asleep just like that, still sucking at the half finished bottle in his mouth while Mountain and Aether coo and fuss over him. 

[poisonedprose]

last anon here! okay, i was thinking maybe reader is having a hard time falling asleep, so they start accidentally slipping and in doing so, cling to leon while he’s asleep. but then he wakes up and comforts them? thank you!

₊˚✧ don't cry — in which you turn to leon for comfort

leon kennedy x gn!reader

warnings: 0.7k words, fluff, anti age regressors dni, disclaimer; this is just my experience with age regressing you might experience it differently and that's okay!, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hun), i dont think anything else

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Soft tears pooled in your eyes, wetting your eyelashes. The dead of night was still alive, for you anyway. Leon had been sleeping peacefully next to you for quite some time. At first, you watched him sleep. Learning the pattern of his breathing, watching his chest rise and fall. He barely tossed or turned in his sleep, save for when the tranquil dreams turned into dreadful nightmares.

You found that dragging your fingertips along his bicep calmed him, even when he was asleep it seemed. It's like he could feel your presence through his subconscious mind. And if you looked hard enough, there might have even been a small smile on his face from your touch. You enjoyed watching him sleep, you didn't get to do it often. Most nights you would fall asleep before Leon even came to bed. Not tonight though.

Another sigh left your lips, and a feeling you couldn't quite make out swelled your chest. You curled your knees to your chest, trying your best to fall asleep. It was no use though. It seemed at this point as if you'd never sleep again. Your tired mind mixed with your annoyance was not a good combination for you. The stress of it all had you feeling overwhelmed and much to your dismay you could feel yourself slipping into a state of childlike wonder.

You tense shoulders fell with ease, your bottom lip slotted between your teeth. You toss in turn, barely trying to be quiet anymore. The position you end up in is your body pressed into Leon's side. Your head rested on his chest, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt to keep yourself calm. You listen to his breathing and heartbeat as soft tears stain your face.  

"What're you doing, baby?" He groggily asks, his voice filled with sleep. He rubbed his eyes and soon his hand fell on your waist, his thumb rubbing smooth circles over your shirt. "Can't sleep." You pouted through your tears. Your mind felt hazy and all you wanted was to sleep. Leon clicked his tongue in a pitying way. "Oh, sweetheart." He pulls you closer against him, the two of you smooshed together. It would be impossible to get any closer.

He could tell from the way you gripped his shirt between your fingers and the way your eyes looked up at him like you had no idea what to do that you were regressing. He kissed the top of your head gently and moved his hand from your waist to your hair, combing through it with his fingers to comfort you. "You alright, sweetheart? Don't cry, hun. Your eyes are gonna get all red and puffy and then you're gonna be annoyed when you wake up." He talked to you gently.

He enjoyed taking care of you, he enjoyed that you found a sense of comfort in him that you didn't find in anyone else. "Okay, Okay." You wiped your tears and sniffled. He smiled at you and kissed the top of your head again. "Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?" He asks with a laugh. You laugh with him, but truthfully you wouldn't mind. "C'mon, get some sleep. You deserve it, sweetheart." He seemed always to know what to say.

You yawned as he continued to card his fingers through your hair. "Tell me a story?" You asked, silently hoping he'll talk to you until you finally succumb to sleep. "There once was an old woman who lived in a shoe." He started and you giggled as he did. He smiled as you laughed. "What's so funny, hun? Hm?" He asked rhetorically. "Tell me a real story!" You giggled even though your head ached from lack of sleep.

"Okay, alright. What about..." He began telling a story about his days training to be a police officer. You listened intently to his voice and the way his chest vibrated with each word. Your lip was slotted between your teeth again, your eyes having a hard time staying open. Leon noticed but he didn't stop talking, he just simply continued to play with your hair and occasionally scratched your scalp until you fell asleep. Now it was his turn to admire you while you slept.

[softcrow]

finding a family

p.1/?, hurt/comfort. call of duty agere. cg!price regressor!ghost

cw: ghost doesn't know he's regressing, vauge allusions to past abuse

ghost isn't sure how long he'd been curled in the corner of his room.

he remembered getting off transport and into debrief with price. he doesn't know what he said or how he found himself back in his room but he's here now.

its quiet which helps soothe his ragged mind but it's too dark. ghost hadn't turned in the light when he came in, the sun was still out he remembers that much, but now that an unknown amount of time has passed the room is near pitch black and everything feels like its farther away then it should be.

he wants to turn on his lamp but the desk across the room is so far and all he can think of is what might be hiding in the shadows. ghost knows how people can hide in low light, he's done it himself countless times and despite how hard he tries to burry them, memories of having it used against him linger in his mind

making everything worse is his gear, once he realized he was still in it he'd tried to get it off but his hands won't work properly which ended with him so tangled up and frustrated he stopped before the tears he felt bubbling up could fall

unfortunately now its digging into simon's body and the restriction makes old memories crawl up through the fog clouding his mind, causing his hands to shake and threatening to send his heart racing.

at some point he'd started quietly rocking back and forth as he sat. he's not sure why but it makes him feel a bit better, simon's still scared and uncomfortable but its a little less unbearable as he quietly rocks back and forth.

the motion tickles a memory, one he can't quite grasp but one that gives him the impression of a soft voice and feeling of safety and content. he needs that right now and so he keeps rocking, grasping the fleeting edges of that memory in hopes it will keep his past from overwhelming him

there's a noise but simon can't bring himself to look up. everything is so much right now and he thinks maybe if he stays quiet enough whatever it is will leave him alone. alone is the safest, people can't hurt him when no one is there

the air shifts and he's aware of someone in front of him and panic surges through him for a moment before he catches the familiar smell of cigars and gun oil and registers its price.

it takes some time for him to understand that price is speaking, everything sounds so far away and distorted, like he's sunk to the bottom of a pool. after a moment simon realizes that price is asking if he can touch simon.

simon could cry, he wants that so badly but whenever he tries saying the words he can't get his mouth to move. thankfully price seems to see the frustration growing on his face and he lets out a gentle hum to get simon's attention.

"words are hard right now aren't they?" simon pauses rocking just enough that his nod to price will be clear.

price gently holds out a hand, palm up "lad if you're okay with touch right now, could you grab my hand? you don't have to say anything else or stop moving"

simon moves even before price has finished speaking, clumsily launching himself into the man's arms, just about knocking them both to the floor in the processes. price thankfully is able to catch them both and his arms come around simon as he shifts them onto the bed with simon tucked into his arms and across his lap.

"oh lad..." price sighs as he carefully rocks simon. there's something in his voice simon can't place but he's so tired and he feels so safe for the first time he can remember so he ingores it to burrow farther into price's arms and then lets himself drift.