#daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

[daisyducky05]

Why can’t I have this 🥲🥲

pear-scented soap. [blurb.]

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summary | steve knows just how to calm you down when he finds you cowering in a mess of your own sick.

pairing | daddy!steve rogers x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!steve little!reader), puke/throw up, past trauma with parents getting upset over throwing up, scared!little!reader, SOFT!steve so soft he’s the softest ever!!, big hurtcomfort vibes

word count | 477

requested by anon | I feel like hurt/comfort for throwing up or having a fear of being sick would be so cute with Chris or Steve 🥺 or like hurt/comfort because reader has been sick and made a mess and is scared because when they were younger they had shitty parents who got angry at them for puking, 💕🥺

an | hey friend thankyou so much for your request, and sorry it took so so so long for me to write it!! i kind of just imagined baby eun and her safe!dad!steve for this one since she gets tummy aches quite a bit, hope you enjoy!

“Oh, baby,” Steve exhales as soon as his searching eyes find you cowering near the end of the hallway, sat in a puddle of your own vomit with big warm tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

Flinching at the sound of his voice, you let out a hoarse whimper, lowering your head in shame and fear as the tall man begins to approach you, his knees bent in hopes of appearing less intimidating.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” your daddy’s voice calls, only causing more anxiety to build in your chest as your bottom lip wobbles, your salty tears mixing in with the sour taste of your sick at your mouth.

Too frightened to respond, you simply squeak in fear, the pathetic sounds of your whimpering breaking the gentle man’s heart as he stands now only a few feet away from you, crouching down onto his knees.

“You get a tummy ache, honey? That’s okay; everyone gets sick sometimes, sweetie. Daddy’s not angry with you; you’re not in trouble.”

“’m s-sorry, Daddy… r-really sorry,” you ramble, unable to bring your watery eyes up to meet his soft blue gaze.

“Shh-shh shhh, pumpkin. No need for sorries; can Daddy pick you up, sweet girl? Wanna bring you to the bathroom and get you all cleaned up.”

“N-no bath, please, no bath,” you begin to beg, your stomach starting to ache again at just the thought of being forced into the water.

“Hey, okay, sweetheart,” Steve agrees as he shushes you gently, reaching out as carefully as he can and gathering you into his arms. “We don’t have to take a bath, peanut. How about Daddy takes a nice warm washcloth and cleans you off, and then we can get you into some new, clean jammies and snuggle. That sound okay, bub?”

“N-no bath?” you ask again, blinking heavily as you’re lifted into the air and carried to the washroom.

Setting you down on the counter, Steve brushes your hair back from your face, leaning down and planting a kiss on your feverish forehead. “No bath, doll. Just a nice warm cloth, and some baby soap. Remember, the stuff we got you that smells like pears?”

“Gonna smell yummy again,” you tell yourself innocently as Steve grabs a soft cloth from the cabinet, wetting it with tepid water before pumping out a bit of the sweet-scented foam and returning to you.

“That’s right, sweet girl. Gonna smell aalll yummy again, gonna have to be careful, Daddy just might eat you up,” he teases lightly as he brings the cloth up to wipe at your face, taking a moment to brush his thumb over your cheek once it’s clean, looking you in the eyes. “Gonna get you feeling all better, princess,” he whispers softly, and the look in his eyes is more than enough to convince you that he means it. “Promise.”

[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader where she loves taking naps especially With her daddies so can you do something where the little one is in a very very young headspace like a few months or a year and they are at the avenger tower but she sleeps most of the time and just wanna near to her daddies

Naptime With Daddies

Word Count: 450

A/N: ohhh this is on of my favorite concepts ever!! i love thinking about this!!!! especially when i'm stuck in public somewhere & i just wanna go to sleep, i just daydream about daddies 💕

Some babies had blankies, others had stuffed animals, a sentimental item that went with them everywhere. You were a bit different though - instead of cloth comforts, your favorite things to snuggle with were your daddies, Bucky and Steve. Any time you had to sleep, you’d prefer it to be in their arms, and if you were in their arms, chances are you’d fall asleep sooner rather than later. You just couldn’t help it, the serenity of knowing how safe you were in their trustworthy embrace, nothing could ever hurt you there. And they didn’t mind it one bit.

With their exceptional strength, either one of them could hold you for hours at a time without getting tired. When he took you grocery shopping, Steve would push the cart with one hand and hold you in the other. If you stayed awake, he’d point to the things he needed, and you’d grab them and toss them in the cart. By the end of the shopping trip, though, you’d usually nodded off, face smooshed into Steve’s shoulder as he checked out. 

Bucky’s chest was more preferable to you than any mattress. The two of you could more often than not be found on the big sofa in the living room, you asleep on him while he read a book or watched a movie, your presence soothing him. If you were still napping in Bucky’s arms by the time he needed to go to a therapy appointment, he’d bundle you up in a blanket and just bring you along. He’d even bought you a cute pair of noise canceling headphones, so you wouldn’t have to hear anything that wasn’t safe for little ears.

All the other Avengers were used to seeing you sleeping through meetings. Sometimes it took all their super strength not to get distracted by how peaceful you looked in Steve’s arms as he tried to get them to pay attention to the mission. Tony would often crack jokes to hide his jealousy; Peter was far too rambunctious to sit through a whole meeting, let alone nap through one. Sometimes you even slept so soundly, you’d make it in and out of the meeting and back home without even waking up. 

Your favorite by far, were the days when neither of them had to work, or shop or do anything at all. These days were somewhat hard to come by, since your daddies were so important and responsible, but every so often the schedules would perfectly align. The only time you’d get up from the bed would be to cuddle on the couch for a while just to get a change of scenery. These were the best naps of all.

[tinylilacbun]

ohhh could i please request super soldiers little angels au where reader is in babyspace while peter is regressed maybe to around 4 or 5 so steve & bucky teach him how to take care of reader and be a good big brother🥺💕

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

Warnings: age regression

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Steve was bouncing you around in the kitchen while Peter and Bucky were already sitting at the table eating their breakfast. Whenever he tried to set you down you would start whining instantly and demanding to be held again.

Steve and Bucky exchanged glances and both knew you were in a smaller headspace today given your current behavior.

Peter stopped shoveling pancakes in his mouth to see how you were sucking mindlessly on your paci, your eyes dropping close here and there.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?" Bucky stopped looking through the newspaper to give him his full attention.

"Is bunny otay?" he asked pointing at you and Steve.

"Bunny is in babyspace today. You know what that means?" Bucky asked him and Peter nodded his head quickly.

"She baby?"

"Correct, she's feeling a lot smaller than usual and that means you have to be more careful with her today. Dada and I are gonna show you how to take care of her, okay?" he explained and took you from Steve's arms, moving you so you're facing Peter.

You babbled happily and made grabby hands for your Petie. As your daddies were talking with each other Peter made it his mission to entertain you, doing funny faces or letting you play with his hands.

"We have to go grocery shopping soon." Steve reminded his husband, closing the fridge with a sigh. "Oh, and I-"

Both caregivers attention got drawn to you and Peter when they heard him yelp, seeing you pulling on his hair slightly.

"Ow ow ow! daddy help!" he winced and Bucky de-tangled your hand from the poor boys hair.

"No pulling, Doll." he chided you, making you flat your hand and pat Peter's head gently a few times.

"Can we go pway now?" Peter asked, his breakfast already finished.

"Sure, buddy, but remember to be gentle with her."

He nodded and got up from his chair to pick you up from Bucky's lap, carrying you to your guys playroom.

Throughout the day Peter was determined to look after you, carrying you everywhere, talking with you even though he sometimes doesn't understand your babbling.

Sometime around lunch you were both watching inside out in the living room, cuddling on the couch. You were laying between Peter's legs with your back against his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you snugly.

Steve and Bucky had just finished making you both some lunch, small cut sandwiches with some fruits for Peter and for you a bottle since you're too little today for solid food.

They entered the living room, completely in awe at the sight of you both snuggling peacefully.

"Time for lunch." Steve announced in a quiet voice, not wanting to disrupt the current atmosphere as he and Bucky approached.

Peter perked up at that, smiling. "Can I feed bunny?"

"Sure. If you don't forget to eat yourself you can hold the bottle for her." Bucky smiled, handing him the bottle as Steve placed Peter's plate on the armrest beside him.

Peter adjusted you a little, pulling your paci out of your mouth and quickly putting the rubber of the bottle between your lips before you could protest. Steve corrected the way he held the bottle for you, raising the boy's hand a little so the bottle is tilted upwards. As you began to suckle he started eating as well, focusing back on the tv.

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Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little!F!reader

A/N- for @pahtoosh who said they loved Grumpy Bucky....<3

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, baby eats oatmeal (a total warning- oatmeal is YUCK), baby being a lovable menace without realizing it, grumpy daddy, scolding, papa thinks it's all hysterical, and guess what- fluff.

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It had come about in the funniest way. To Steve, anyways.

One day at the breakfast table, Bucky's phone buzzed in his pocket. He generally tried to stay off his phone during meal times, but his phone went off about 5 times in 3 seconds, so he figured it was important. He pulled it out while Steve was trying to coax you to take another bite of your oatmeal.

"Come on princess, it's good for you," Steve said patiently. You and your wrinkled nose definitely thought differently. He chuckled and picked the spoon up from the bowl where you'd left it. He scooped a bit on, making sure to get a piece of peach with it. "This one has peaches on it, you like peaches," he cajoled. "Here comes the airplane!" He waved the spoon around, making cool airplane noises, and watched as your pouting little face smoothed out. You did love a good airplane. You finally relented and let him zoom the spoon into your mouth. While you swallowed, Steve scooped up another bite, this time with a blueberry on it. Just then, Bucky huffed as he looked at his phone.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked his beloved.

Bucky rolled his eyes, his brow screwing up in frustration, and let out a loud sigh. "Sam's driving me nuts. Again."

"What is it this time?" Steve asked as he turned his attention back to you and began making airplane noises again. It wasn't as hard getting you to eat this time- you were staring at Bucky and so were a bit distracted.

"Just more stupid stuff. He can't say anything simply- it has to be in ten different messages in the span of five seconds," Bucky said grumpily. "Why can't he just say 'gym in an hour'? Why does he have to send a thousand messages and stupid little pictures when four words would do?!" Steve smothered a smile. He knew Bucky hated the annoyance of his phone going off constantly, which is why Steve suspected Sam did it. "God, he's annoying."

Steve smiled consolingly at his husband, but didn't say anything. It would just make Bucky grumpier, and as adorable as Grumpy Bucky was, he didn't want to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. He focused back on you, and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your own wrinkled up and grumpy face, having just swallowed another bite of oatmeal.

"You look like Daddy when you make that face," Papa whispered loudly to you so Bucky could hear. At hearing those words, you turned curiously to see what Bucky looked like. Bucky was studiously ignoring Steve's playful jab and still glaring at his phone. Steve watched as you carefully studied Bucky's frown. You started trying to twist your face into the same expression Bucky was wearing. Steve had to bite the inside of his cheek at the exaggerated pout that was now gracing your cute little face.

"I'm gonna thrown my phone in the Hudson," Bucky grumbled, unaware of what was brewing next to him.

"I'm gonna throw my oatmeal in the Hudson," you instantly parroted, trying to copy his gruff and grumpy tone. That made Steve snort and caused Bucky to finally look up. When he got a look at the sour expression on your face, he huffed again, but gave a begrudged smile.

"Tell you what, Trouble, I'll drop my phone in your oatmeal, and that will take care of both of our problems. What do you say?" Daddy asked you, the twinkle returning to his eye at the end of his declaration.

"OKAY!" you agreed happily, stretching your hands out for his phone.

"No you don't," Papa said immediately, intercepting your little mitts. If he didn't, he had no doubt as to exactly what would have happened next. "Come on, let's finish your breakfast." You gave a loud sigh like Bucky had only moments ago, but let Steve guide the oatmeal laden spoon back into your mouth while trying to hold in his laughter.

This was only the beginning.

For the next week, whenever something annoyed or frustrated Bucky and you were around, you immediately adopted his scowl and tone, usually parroting what he said too. You even took to stomping around dramatically to give it extra emphasis. Steve thought it was absolutely hysterical. It usually snapped Bucky out of his grumpy mood in moments, seeing you playacting at being him and how incredibly cute you were.

Until it backfired.

Steve was away on a mission with Tony and Thor, and Bucky had to head to the offices with you in tow. That was enough to already make him grumpy, but Maria Hill was waiting for him the moment he stepped off the elevator.

"Sergeant Barnes," she said in that no-nonsense tone of hers. "Director Fury needs to see you immediately."

Bucky's blood turned to ice. "Steve...is he...." he choked out, automatically assuming the worst.

"Captain Rogers is fine," Maria said instantly, chagrined, especially when she caught sight of your little, wide eyes. "Fury just needs to talk to you about Operation Guillotine- he has an important update. Cap's mission is going well. Everything's fine." She cleared her throat, still feeling awkward. "Sorry," she added, low.

Bucky took a deep breath to calm his suddenly furious nerves, for your sake. "Fine," he grumbled, brushing past Hill while keeping a tight hold on your hand, his face crumpled into what looked to be a permanent frown. He knew that Maria hadn't meant to freak him- or you- out, but it still made him grumpy as hell.

"Fine," you parroted in the same grumpy voice as you began stomping down the hall alongside your daddy. Maria was taken aback at your tone- you were usually so happy-go-lucky. She was even more confused when you turned around and waved goodbye cheerfully to her, then resumed your stomping and pouting.

Bucky was still too lost in his own annoyance to realize that you were doing it again- mimicking his grumpiness as he huffed his way towards Fury's office. He didn't notice all the curious and confused looks as the two of you made your way down the hall, nor all the baffled agents wondering what the hell was going on with the two of you.

Bucky walked into Fury's office without so much as a knock. "Hill said you needed to see me?" he asked bluntly, still annoyed.

Fury looked up from his work. "Barnes. Yes, I-" he suddenly stopped as he got a good look at the twin scowls on your faces. "Everything...alright?" he asked a bit gruffly.

"Fine. What did you need?"

"We fine," you chirped too, your face completely at odds with your statement. "We grumpy."

THAT got Bucky's attention. He looked down at you, perplexed, then he realized that you were imitating him. Again. You turned your face towards him, nodded solemnly in solidarity, before turning your scowl back on the director. Bucky cleared his throat and took a deep breath before returning his gaze to the director.

"Ohhhhkay," Fury said, not sure how to take this. He decided to just ignore it. "Seems there was something more to the coded message we intercepted. Something we missed. Intel believes it has the location of the new lab. I'd like you to take a look at it again."

Bucky groaned out loud. "Come on, Natasha and I have already been over that thing a dozen times," he said. "I can't make information appear, Fury. I'm telling you, it's not there."

"It's not there, Fury!" you barked, frowning as hard as you could.

Bucky tugged your hand suddenly. "Trouble," he said in that warning tone. "Director Fury and I are talking." He cocked one eyebrow at you.

"I know. I'm helping."

"Well, right now, I need you to hush. Got it?"

Bucky was not happy at your deepening scowl, but he had bigger fish to fry at the moment. He turned his attention back to the baffled (and slightly amused) director. "What's up intel's ass that they think we missed something that big?"

"Yeah, what's up intel's-" your words were suddenly cut off by Bucky's large hand covering your mouth. You tried to squirm away but he wasn't letting you move an inch.

"I said HUSH," Bucky said, giving you The Eye. Once you finally stopped squirming, he lowered his hand, the scowl on his face even more prominent. So of course you had to follow suit and match his look, your face scrunched so tightly your eyes were nearly invisible.

Fury disguised his smile under the pretense of scratching his nose, before clearing his throat and continuing. "There were two more messages intercepted last night that have similar patterns to the original. And we've definitely got movement amongst their supply chain. I want you and Romanoff to take another look at it to see if you can connect the dots. This takes priority today, understood?"

"Understood," Bucky growled back, turning on his heel to leave.

"Bye Mr. Nick!" you called out cheerfully as Bucky turned. Bucky rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as you waved to the director.

"Bye, little one," Fury said, his expression softening ever so slightly. "I hope your day gets less...grumpy."

"Not likely!" you chirped happily, before resuming your Daddy Grumpy Face. Bucky stifled his embarrassed groan, hauling you into his arms instead and thundering down the hallway. People scurried to get out of his way, but he barely noticed.

"Katie, I told you to hush," Bucky scolded you quietly as he made his way towards his and Steve's office.

"Mr. Nick was talking to me, Daddy! I not RUDE."

"Yeah, well, when I tell you to hush, I mean hush."

"You TOO grumpy today, Daddy," you said, shaking your head. Just then- luckily for you- Natasha came around the corner.

"Well hey you two," she said lightly, sensing the tension and obviously seeing the twin scowls on your faces. "Bad morning?"

"We grumpy, Aunt Nat," you answered promptly. "WAY too grumpy."

"Excuse us, we'll be right back," Bucky growled, red faced. He pretended he couldn't hear Natasha snickering as he lumbered past her and stomped into his office, kicking the door shut.

Bucky plopped you down onto the desk. He put his hands on either side of you and leaned down into your face. You shrank down a bit. It finally dawned on you that you MIGHT be in a bit of trouble. "Kaitlyn," Daddy said in that low tone that meant business. Uh-oh. You could feel the Time Out coming. "What did I JUST say about hushing your mouth?"

"Um...."

"I told you to hush. Three times. And you didn't. And then you told Aunt Natasha that we were grumpy."

"We ARE."

Bucky sighed, trying to rein it in. "Baby, you don't say things like that around the office. You know better. And just because I'm in a bad mood doesn't mean that you have to be in one, okay?"

"But if YOU grumpy, then I grumpy Daddy!" you exclaimed, your eyes wide. You put your hands on either side of his face. "You don't gotta be grumpy alone!" You leaned forward and kissed his nose, surprising the hell out of him. "I no want you to be grumpy, so I be grumpy WITH you, okay?"

All of Bucky's annoyance and frustration instantly melted away at your loving words and gesture. "You've..been doing this so I won't be grumpy alone?" he asked, his wide blue eyes taking in every inch of your sweet face.

You nodded happily. "Yeah!"

Bucky felt something rise up in him...what was it? It was laughter. He ducked his head and burst out laughing, amazed and humbled by your innocent and pure love. He gathered you into his arms, this time cuddling you into his chest. Your soft giggle and snuggles back made his heart nearly burst.

"Well, thank you for not making me be grumpy alone," he whispered into your ear before blowing a raspberry on his cheek. "You still need to listen when I tell you to do something, though. Got it?"

"Got it. I sowwy, Daddy."

"I know you are, Trouble. But you know what makes me the most un-grumpy?"

"What?"

"When my baby's happy."

"OH! Okay!" you said, before giving him a huge hug around the neck. "Can I draw you a picture of us being un-grumpy?"

"Sure can."

"Will you hang it on the wall?"

"Already got the tape ready in my top drawer." "YAY!"

Bucky snuggled you once more before putting you down. You instantly dove into the small toy box that lived in their work office, knowing you had crayons in there somewhere, and got to work. Bucky chuckled again to himself, wondering how in the world he could ever have a grumpy day when he had sunshine itself personified in his love for you.

Although he did have another moment of grumpiness when Natasha sent Steve the camera footage of the interaction with Fury and Steve laughed himself sick.

[delicatebarness]

Hi! For the Barnes rogers family adventures could you do reader who is obsessed with her paci and Steve and Bucky try and take it but she get very whiny and upset and cries for her binky please? If not I understand! Please and thank you!!! 🎀🍼

The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | “No, I want my paci,” #005

Summary: ^^ Requested.

Warnings: This post and series are 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: 477

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A/N: I've always wanted a paci, but it's just never been something I've ended up having :( - 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

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Engrossed in your coloring book, you sat on the living room floor as the Sunday afternoon sun shined brightly through the windows. Your beloved pacifier is firmly in your mouth. Exchanging a glance, Steve and Bucky silently agreed that it was time to try and get to take a break from it for today. 

“Hey, Baby…” Steve began gently as he knelt beside you. “How about we try going without your paci for a little while?” 

You clutched the pacifier even tighter as your eyes widened. “No, Papa,” you mumbled around it while shaking your head. 

He stroked your hair, offering a warm smile. “We just thought it might be good for you to play without it for a little bit.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes due to the surge of anxiety that rushed through you. “No, Papa,” you insisted, your voice starting to tremble. “I need my paci.” 

Steve gently took your hand after exchanging a concerned look with Bucky. “We’re not taking it away forever, Baby, just a short break. How about we play a game together?” 

Spilling over your cheeks, your tears soaked your skin as you shook your head vigorously. “No! I want my paci!” you cried, feeling more upset with each passing second. 

Bucky sighed softly, reaching out to wipe your tears. “Shh, it’s okay, Tiny.” 

You hiccuped through your sobs, still clinging to your pacifier. “I need it, Daddy,” you repeated. 

Steve’s hand gently stroked your back, trying to calm you down. “Okay, baby. How about we try something fun together? Would you like to bake some cookies? Cupcakes?” 

You hesitated for a moment, tempted by the idea, your tears slowly. However, you clutched your paci even tighter. “No, I need my paci,” you whispered again, almost desperately. 

Another sigh came from Bucky as he gently lifted you onto his lap, rocking you soothingly. “How about we read one of your books together? Or… maybe we watch a movie?” 

Sniffling, you shook your head again. “No, I want my paci,” your voice wavered as you insisted. 

Steve and Bucky were at a loss as they exchanged another glance. “Okay, baby. We just want you to be happy.” Steve said softly, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead. 

“And, if that means keeping your paci for now, that’s okay,” Bucky added, his fingers tracing light patterns up and down your back. 

Nodding, you snuggled close to Bucky, content with your pacifier in place as you felt the warmth and love from them. Wrapping an arm around both of you, Steve’s presence soothed you. 

Just then, Peter rushed into the room, curiosity etched on his face. “What’s going on?” he asked, noticing the cuddle. 

He climbed onto the couch, and without a word, he squeezed in beside you and Bucky. Steve wrapped his arm around Peter as well, chuckling at the antics.

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Promise?

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Pairing: Daddy!Steve Rogers x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve accidentally scares you

Warnings: Yelling,hot coffee,crying,sobbing,swearing,bruised arm!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was sat on Steve's lap on the sofa, "dada...wanna get 'down" you mumbled as you climbed down his lap and he helped you.

But he forgot he left his hot cup of coffee on the floor.

You accidentally kicked it and the boiling beverage went all over the floor.

"Fuc- Y/n!" Steve yelled panicked as he pushed you away from the hot liquid.

Making you fall on your arm with widened eyes.

Steve grabbed a towel and cleaned up the hot coffee.

You cried in pain and shock,

Steve looked up at you and he felt bad,

He didn't mean to yell at you he just didn't want you to burn yourself.

"Baby...I'm sorry I-" he went to hold you but you ran away down the hallway and bumped into Bucky and Sam.

You cried and Bucky picked you up confused.

"Bee? Sh shh..what happened?" He asked you confused as he looked around for Steve "kiddo?" Sam said confused.

"Scary! No!" You cried and screamed.

You held onto Bucky grabbing his shirt in a fist "No!" You screamed and sobbed into his shirt.

"What happened to her arm?" Sam asked when he saw your lightly bruised wrist.

"Why would I know?! I've been here with you the whole time?" Bucky huffed at him and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Whatever tinman"

"C'mon let's go look for Steve" Bucky said but you jumped at the sound of his name.

"No! No!" You sobbed into his shirt and Bucky was beyond confused.

You loved Steve.

"Hey..Hey what happened?" He asked you softly and you shook your head into his chest still crying.

He gently rocked you but your tears didnt stop.

Bucky and Sam take you to the main room, looking for Steve but only see Nat and Tony sitting on the sofa.

"Is that my favourite little baby?" Nat smiled but you hid your face.

"Is she okay?" Nat asked worried and Bucky shrugged.

"I'm not sure? She just came to us crying? And her arm is bruised?" Bucky said

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked confused and Bucky and Sam shrugged their shoulders again.

By the sound of his name you began crying again.

"I'm not sure but by the looks of it she doesn't want to be around him right now" Sam said and Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Baby? Don't you want to see Steve?" Nat asked and you cried into Buckys chest again.

And just on cue Steve ran into the room panting.

"Have you seen bee? I've been looking everywhere?" Steve rushed out until his eyes landed on you.

You screamed when you saw him, you began sobbing into Bucky and held onto him tightly, holding his shirt in a fist.

The fabric crinkling under your palm.

"What happened?" Tony asked confused and Steve sighed.

"I accidentally yelled at her when she knocked over my coffee, i pushed her out the way, i didn’t want her to burn herself!" Steve explained as you cried.

"And now she won't go near me..." steve huffed

"I'm sure she'll go to you she just needs to trust you again" Nat said and Steve tried to smile with a nod.

He reached out to hold you but you screamed loudly and cried holding onto Bucky somehow even tighter.

"See? She hates me" Steve sighed disappointedly.

Nat shook her head walking over to Bucky and taking you off of him.

"Sh sh..stevies okay? See he won't hurt you" Nat shushed you softly sad you calmed down for a bit but then you remembered him yelling at you and you shook you head again, crying a repeated no.

"Steve she is terrified of you" Tony said and Steve sighed

"Stating the obvious much?" Nat rolled her eyes

At this point you hadn't gone near him the whole day.

You was in buckys arms and Steve gave you a sad smile and you blinked at him through wet eyelashes.

You held your hand out to him and he blinked with widened eyes wasting no time to go towards you to  hold you but that's when right on time.

Thor burst through the room "hello earthlings! I am here!" Thors voice boomed and echoed through the room making you jump and cry, covering your ears in Steve's chest.

"Shut up!" Everyone said in union.

And Thor looked around confused until he saw you crying and he felt so bad.

"Oops I'm sorry baby earthling" Thor said quietly and softly making you smile.

You nuzzled your face into Steve's chest embracing his smell, not realising it was Steve.

Until you looked up at him and flinched.

He rubbed your back gently.

"I'm sorry sweetheart..I didn't mean to scare you..or hurt you" Steve sighed disappointed with himself as he gently rubbed your arm.

You rested your head on his shoulder, your face smushing against it.

"I promise it will never happen again." Steve said and you perked your head up.

"Promise?" You asked softly and he nodded

Leaning down and rubbing his nose with yours, your foreheads touching.

"I promise." He smiled giving your nose and forehead a kiss.

You giggled and melted into him falling asleep after all your crying tired you out.

"Oh, that went easier than i thought" Tony said and Thor shushed him.

"She's so cute" Nat smiled and Sam walked over to you giving you a light kiss on the head.

"See ya later kid" he said before leaving the room.

Steve was so happy as he rocked you softly in his arms.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hiii!! I don’t know if your taking request but if you are can you write something about Daddy!Stucky baby talking reader? I think it would be so cute and reader is just giggling and humming ✨💕

Hiii there love ! 💜

Ohhhhh that’s such a cute idea u absolutly looooooove this !!

I hope you like how it wrote your idea ☀️

Enjoyyyy <3

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Warnings : giggles, pet names, clingy, babying, bottle, paci

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : just a cute evening with the little family

A/N : I’m so so sorry for disappearing like that. I went to London with my sister for her eighteenth birthday and i just wanted to enjoy my time there.

I also had lots of problems with university and i didn’t know how to solve them so i kinda let the blog aside for a while. Just the time I wrap my head around everything.

But I missed you so much and i missed writing your requests so here i aaaaaaaaam

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“Hello my little love” Bucky immediately smiles as soon as he sees his beautiful baby in her curb.

You immediately start to kick your little feet when your eyes catch on your Daddy. He stands above your curb and takes you in his arms “were you good today, babydoll ?” He gently asks, resting his forehead against yours

“I’m sure you were. You always are my cute little bunny” he gently teases your little belly making you giggle louder than when he came back. You push his hands away and the tickles stop right away. Bucky chuckles along with you and kisses your nose

“Did you had fun today with Papa ?” He asks, gently swaying you side to side

“Oh yes we had so much today” your Papa says as he enters the room. He immediately comes to your side, in front of your Daddy “isn’t that right, princess ?” He smiles as he grabs your hand, letting your little fingers wrapping themselves around his.

“Do we tell Daddy what we did today ?” He whispers. You softly hum and nod your head before resting it again against your Daddy’s arm.

“We started by a delicious breakfast, only fruits and two wonderful pancakes” he starts to wonder the tip of his index around your face “then we went to the park until it was lunch time, we ate something outside and then came back home. We kept playing inside the house because of the sun and then bath time”

You love how he talks to you, his voice singing a little, his eyes full of memories. But mostly, his eyes were watching you deeply. And that’s what you loved the most.

“Ohh seems like you had the best day ever” your Daddy exclaimed

“Yes it was!” Your Papa smiles “and look what i have in my hands to make it even better” he shows you your bottle of milk and you immediately make grabby hands to the bottle

“Easy, easy baby” he shushes you gently

Once you finish, he takes it back and put it on the nightstand. Your Daddy puts your paci in between your lips and starts swaying you again.

“Aren’t you the cutest” your Daddy whispers more to himself but you heard him. You crack into a smile and your little hand reach up to grab his nose, making him laugh.

He kisses your palm making you giggle “ ‘gain” you say between your giggles. He chuckles and kisses your hand again.

“Hey! what about me” your Papa complains

You giggle and give him your tiny little foot which makes him laugh even more. He grabs it and at the same time, him and your Daddy cover the part of you they have in their hands with kisses making you genuinely laugh. The kisses were way more ticklish than you thought and you absolutely love it.

Your Papa laughs at how your giggle got more louder when he kissed your toes “you definitely are the cutest”

This game exhausted you more than you thought you soon find yourself fighting for your eyes to stay open.

Your Daddies of course saw it and know exactly why you don’t want to fall asleep. Without you noticing, they start to try to make you sleep. Your Daddy draws small circles on your skin, humming a a lullaby while your Papa was sliding his index from the hole between your brows down to your nose.

That always makes you sleepy and you’re soon fast asleep in your Daddies arms.

“Good night my beautiful girl” a sweet kiss is dropped on your forehead

“We love you so much” another kiss is dropped on your hand

And with that, both of your Daddies go to their bed and lay you down between them, cuddling you all night long

[agere-fics]

Vroom, vroom!

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

Word Count: 635

Summary: Steve drives you around to help you sleep

Pairing: Dada!Steve x Daddy!Bucky x Regressor!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Content Warnings: Usage of daddy and dada, riding in a car, getting carried/picked up, that's it :)

Authors Note: Look at me actually writing stuff!! More on the way 🐈 You can find more of my stuff in my pinned post and request more stories through the ask box.

♡

Despite all your insomniac nights, taking a cat nap in the backseat of Stevie's car was surprisingly easy.

bump! bump!

The crevices and rocky ground of Dada's favorite road warmed you and cooed the pangs and aches in your body. The dips were like being rocked by mother nature.

'thank you mama tree'

crunch! crunch!

Ah, that's the sound of your anxieties melting away. Really it's the gravel getting all crunched up but you know... same difference.

Your Dada was in love with these backroads. Tomorrow, while you down some fruity pebbles, you'll tell him again that they really should get married. They see each other all the time! It made trips take longer but that just meant more time with Stevie.

bop! bop!

The tapping of your head against the window was actually quite gentle. Sometimes, it'd hurt, and that's when you'd whine to Stevie that "ow it hurt!! dada whyyy!!?" To get you to stop, he'd get your favorite fast food (it was the plan all along and Stevie most definitely knew-). This time, Dada was driving super, duper slow so the bumps didn't hurt. They soothed you instead and made you very, very sleepy.

Your legs were tucked close to yourself. You laid curled up like a cat in the cold winter. In better days, you'd find your position annoyingly uncomfortable but you were so eepies- I mean sleepy.

It was kind of like leaves falling from the really tall trees in the rainforest. Sleep didn't come fast but crept up on you.

You enjoyed watching the view go by the window and the mental image of a little superhero doing parkour, racing with Dada's pickup truck. The trees had all sorts of colors and some animals hop, hopped, and peeked out from the bushes.

Everything eventually became grey, then black but you didn't mind. It was so calming, this rest your eyelids have found.

'Oh, they closed? Ooooh that's why the superguy disappeared.'

hmm hm hm hm

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hmm

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♡

"Welcome back, Steve-O." Bucky stood at the door frame, hands resting in his jacket pockets.

Steve placed his pointer finger on his lips and tilted his head, indicating that you were asleep.

Bucky firmly nodded and held a gentle smile. 'You're finally asleep! Aww, you deserve it, little dear.'

Your dada traded places with Bucky, leaving to go get himself ready for bed.

Daddy peeked through the windows and found you with your little head against the car door. He walked around to the door opposite of you, and moved very carefully as to not wake you.

Snores filled the air and Bucky had to hold back a giggle. He thought it was so freaking cute, don't worry!

"Come here, little one." He whispered and securely held you up against his chest. Warm and snug.

Your daddy walked into your bedroom, where Steve had been waiting and prepared your bed for you.

"Here you are, darling." Daddy laid you down.

Buck and Stevie kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Goodnight, sunflower."

♡

[littlefic]

Can u do Steve Rogers were he’s changing the little reader after an accident :)

ACCIDENT

hi!! thank you for the request i am sorry it has been so long in the making :(

i hope its ok but i decided to add nappies ( diapers ) into this fic :)

New york had been hit with a weather warning for the past week and this was the first day that the skys were clear and bright ,so you and your daddy decided to go for a long walk through the park before bed time ( steve was hoping to where you out before bed haha )

Autumn was your favourite season all the beautiful leaves and colours never failed to memorise you.

Your were so happy walking down the path slightly infront of your daddy admiring the view when you started to feel the need to go. You tried to ignore it as daddy had told you plenty of times to go pee pee before leaving but you insisted you did not need to go.

But the pressure all got to much and you suddenly stopped walking causing steve to bumb into you.

" opph baby, what wrong?" Steve asked rubbing your shoulders while looking down at you.

" i-i--i" you stuttered out tears starting to brim your eyes

"hey , shu shu shush" steve cooed as the tears started running down your cheeks. Leaning down steve lifted you up onto his hip and started gently swaying you side to side trying to quieten your crys, when he felt warmness spread onto his hip causing your cries to hault then increase alot

“Dada I so sowy” you cried slowly slipping into a younger headspace

" Sweetie why did you not tell daddy you need to go pee pee?" steve asked while he cradled the back of your head as you sobbed into his chest. You pulled back from steves chest and looked down,

" Didn't want you to be mad" you sniffled through your tears

" oh honey daddy wouldn't of been mad but this is certainely a lesson to be learnt that when daddy tells you to go pee pee you do" steve stated while looking into your eyes. Spinning around steve started the short walk back to your apartment while trying to console your crys and assure you that accidents happen and that is ok.

Pushing open the front door to the apartment, steve placed you on the floor of the enrty way allowing him to take his own shoes and jacket off before bending down and taking of your shoes and coat. Steve hung up the coats and placed the shoes on the rack before leaning back down to put you back on his hip to make his way to the bathroom. As yous reached the bathroom steve placed you on the toliet before turing to the bathtub snd started running the water.

" you all good little one?" steve asked with a sympathetic smile as he bent down to you level and rubbed his hands gently on your knees.

"mmhh" you mumbled throught your hands causing steve to frown. He hated seeing his baby sad but he needed to get you bathed and changed before a rash started.

"right lets get you in the bath" steve hummed as he started to pull of you socks " arms up tootsie " You raised you arms allowing steve to pull your top over your head leaving you in you in your leggings and panties. steve started shimming of the wet garments before sitting them in the sink to be chucked in the washing machine later.

As the warm water surrounded your body you left out a hum of content making steve smile. Squeezing out shampoo into his hand steve started to lather up the shampoo before massaging it into your scalp " right lay nack baby" steve said while guiding you backwards allowing the water to rinse out the shampoo suds. " right conditioner" steve said leaning over to grab the bottle and started applying it to your ends before repeating the rinsing process

" daddy we done yet" you moaned

" nearly sweetie just need to wash you baby" steve said as he started to wash your body with a soapy wash cloth. " all done! lets go" steve smiled gently lifting you out the bath and rapping your little body in a bath towel which was supper soft for your sensitive skin. Walking from the bathroom to the bedroom he layed you down on the bed and start to dry you off with the towel.

"what do you want to wear sweetie?" steve queried as he reached over to the dresser

" umh i know no daddy" you babbled cutely

" how about one of daddys sleep t-shirts?" steve asked opening the bottom drawer

" mmmh wes pwease"

steve smiled at your little lisp as you slipped into a smaller headspace

" ok lets get you pampered and then we will go watch some Tv, how about that?"

" uhuh" you smiled

Standing up steve wandered over to the changing table and grabed the necessary supplies for a nappy change before coming back over to you on the bed.

"your not cold baby?" steve worried when he realised he left the towel un wrapped

" no i fwine dada"

Steve nodded in response as he grabbed both your ankles in one hand and lifted your legs up so he could slip the nappy under your bum. Laying your legs back down Steve put some baby powder on you before starting to gently tape the nappy around your little tummy.

" ok clothes time" steve cooed rubbing your belly

"arms up sweetie"

Raising your arms allowed steve to slip his t-shirt over your head till it reached your nappy.

" ok Tv time yes!" steve told you excitedly

" YAhhh!!" your cheered

" come on my cutie" Steve said lifting you into his arms all while supporting your head against his chest. As steve lifted you the t-shirt slipped pasted your nappy until it landed at your knees allowing you to feel nice and small in his t-shirt.

Walking into the the hall steve started skipping causing you to giggle uncontrolably as you bounced up and down causing steve to grin widely. Reaching the living room Steve haulted his skipping before jumping on the couch with a bounce. Laying you in the crook of the corner couch surrounded by pillows to keep you secure Steve grabbed the Tv remote and turned on [ your favourite cartoon] to keep you ochupied while he grabbed the snacks.

" going to get snacks sweetie ok, i will be back in a minute ok" steve said while kissing your forhead

Steve walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of fizzy juice for himself before filling up your sippy cup with apple juice as milk would make you to sleepy and nap time was to far away for you to fall asleep right now unless he wanted you to be a grumpy bunny later on tonight.

Opening the snack cuboard Steve grabbed some crisps and some chocolate along with some bowls to put them in, grabbing all the snacks and juice Steve walked back into the living room and placed them down onto the coffee table.

" ok little one what movie?" steve asked lying down next to you and tucking you into his side

" [ your favourite movie!!!]" you shouted

" ok sweetie" steve laughed turning of the lights and pressing play.

[strangerxperv]

Daddy Dom Steve Harrington x Spoiled Little Reader

MINORS GO FIND COAL

NSFW/ Not Fit For Teens

Steve is usually a very soft daddy that will literally give you anything. He's anything but a hard Dom and caves for you too easily. That's probably why you're so spoiled.

You know all you have to do is act cute and give him your prettiest babydoll eyes. It doesn't hurt to beg either and he's also weak for baby talk. And if you've done something bad? You've been a bad girl?

"I'm sorry, daddy. I love you lots and I promise to be a good girl for daddy."

That always gets him to forgive you but it's not working this time. No matter how many times you sweetly said it or begged. Even when your strained scratchy voice croaked up at him.

It only made him fuck your throat all the harder and faster. His full balls slapped onto your spit soaked chin with each earth shaking thrust. Your lips are split wide around his girth and his large hands keep your head still.

You can't help but gag spluttering whines around his imposing cock. You even try to beg around the throbbing erection. But he can't make out your words and he doesn't care to hear them.

"You should have made daddy cum but you just had to be a selfish spoiled brat. Bad. Fucking. Girl." Steve holds his cock down your throat and watches as your hands flail. Your tiny hands brace on his thick hair thighs but you don't tap out. "I'm gonna cum now and you're gonna take it all, swallow."

The gluck glack slurping gags and slapping sounds are interrupted by the thick sounds of swallowing. Steve's moans vibrate around the room as he watches you. He feels good. Real good. Maybe he should punish you more often?

[babyjakes]

you all over me.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | double penetration

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | dark ddlg dynamic (soft!dark!daddies of captive!little!reader.) dub/non-con. size kink. reader is held down and fucked. stretching. loss of anal virginity. unprotected double penetration (vaginal and anal.) mentions of anal training/stretching/fingering. clit rubbing. crying kink. praise and encouragement. mocking/humiliation. forced orgasm (with implied previous forced orgasms.) overstimulation. they come in her. little bit of aftercare.

word count | 1,386

an | this is written in the same au as clear blue water, with captive!reader and her soft!dark!daddies.

Tears poured down your damp cheeks as your face was tucked into the warm crook of Steve's neck. Arms reaching up weakly, you almost wanted to cling to the safety of his broad form as he lay beneath you, heavy breaths harmonizing with your own.

But that wouldn't do for your daddies- not for either of them. "Come on, babydoll. Where's that pretty face," the blonde crooned as his hips thrust upward over and over, rocking your own. His hands were on your waist, Ari's just above them as both the men worked to keep you upright and in place, their massive lengths pounding into you with steady rhythm.

They had been fucking you like this for what felt like hours, but the sensations of fullness and overstimulation you were experiencing were still just as overwhelming and horrible as when they had first pushed into you. Steve had gone first, both of the men knowing you would tolerate his part better. They were a bit concerned when you were in tears from the vaginal penetration alone, but as usual, they wouldn't be discouraged. As difficult as it was, and as pitiful as you were to watch as you were held down and split open, Ari was eventually able to work himself into you as well.

As they kept their four strong hands on you, working you up and down over their throbbing cocks like nothing more than a fleshlight with a pulse, you honestly couldn't tell which forceful insertion felt worse. It was all blurring together, the world nothing more than a streaky haze through your steady tears. The men shared a sympathetic glance with each other before Steve refocused his attention back on you. "Poor girl," he murmured lowly, bringing a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. "Know it's so hard, little one. So hard to take both your daddies' cocks at the same time, isn't it?"

"So full, aren't you, baby?" Ari nodded in agreement, his oversized member stretching your poor little bottom to its absolute limit. Despite the generous amount of lube they'd used and the time they'd spent patiently coaxing your tiny hole open with their greedy fingers, nothing could ease the horrible burning feeling that bloomed through your lower half as you were taken in the ass for the very first time.

"Look so pretty like this, all stretched out stuffed full of us," Steve groaned, his cock twitching so hard within your aching walls that you could feel it, your poor tummy spasming in response. To the man lying comfortably on his back, there had never been a sight quite as beautiful as this: watching from the front as your tiny holes were so helplessly violated, large hands holding you in place and giving you no choice but to sit there and take it, your perky tits bobbing perfectly as your figure was worked at a steady, punishing pace.

And though he couldn't see your chest as well, or the pretty little faces you were making as your body was used and abused so sinfully, Ari's view from behind you wasn't anything to turn his nose up at, either. He loved the way your back arched up as their dicks kept you angled forward towards Steve, your adorable ass bouncing in rhythm as his cock tore into your throbbing, achy hole. He could easily keep you going with just his hands alone; with both him and Steve being so much larger and stronger than you, it wasn't difficult for either one of them to overpower you and allow the other to make better use of a second pair of hands.

Which is just what Steve did as his partner held you up and in place, giving him the signal of a nod. "Go ahead, Stevie. Let's give some attention to that pretty little clit of hers," Ari suggested. Steve spit on his thumb, bringing the other hand down to pull back its protective hood as he smeared the clear wetness all over your poor little bundle of nerves. Your body jerked harshly at the stimulation, but you couldn't do anything to stop them or squirm away; you were completely helpless, having no choice but to let the blonde rub your exposed little nub in quick, harsh circles.

"Please, p-please... n-no!" you choked through your tears as your whole body began to shake with sobs.

"C'mon doll, doesn't that feel good? Know you like it when we pull back the hood and rub you right there, right on your cute little button," Steve frowned and faked worry at your cries, though he and Ari both knew perfectly well the way their actions and words were tormenting you.

"That's right," Ari mused from behind you as he kept your trembling body moving across their stiff lengths, "our pretty girl loves having her sweet little clit rubbed. Makes her come so hard, doesn't it Stevie? Poor baby can't help it when her daddies play with her clit, but it sure is cute to watch her try and fight it."

"So cute," Steve hummed in agreement, watching intently as your breaths began staggering, your little feet kicking weakly as your knees shook and struggled on either side of him. "Oh? Looks like she's getting close here," the blonde sang as he continued his skillful work over your slick, sticky nub. "Can feel her little pussy fluttering- what do you think, babydoll? You gonna be a good girl and come for your daddies?"

Watching as your buildup continued, Ari and Steve shared a knowing nod, both increasing the speed of their respective roles as their cocks pumped more vigorously inside you. This is the moment they had been waiting for; of course they were hoping to come as you did. A few orgasms had been forced from your trembling form earlier as you were held down by one and stretched out on the other's fingers, but this was meant to be the grand finale, the climax you would all share, whether you were willing or not.

"Can feel her squeezing us- she's getting close," Ari grunted as their dicks clapped lewdly into your dripping holes. "That's it, sweetheart. Come on, almost there..."

Your resistance was a losing game. As much as you fought and defied them each time, a sense of helplessness was never absent from within you; you knew you'd be forced to come. And with both of them thrusting into you at an almost immeasurable speed, and Steve's torturous hands working your clit the way he knew best, there was nothing for you to do but let them have their way with you. Eyes squeezing shut as your tummy tightened, your little toes curled as your orgasm was ripped from your faltering grasp. You came long and hard, Steve and Ari's triumphant words of praise merely echoes as heat and shocks of ecstasy overcame your exhausted body.

Warmth burst in your core as you were pumped full of both the men's come, Ari's fingers digging in almost painfully around your waist as their cocks swelled and sputtered within you. When you were finally coming down from your impressively long high, you let out a soft, broken cry as Steve finally eased your body down to rest limply against his front. "Shhh," you could hear him humming soothingly, someone's hand rubbing your back as you sniffled and sobbed into your captor's chest. "Easy pulling out of her," he was murmuring to Ari as the world seemed to slow around you.

"You're okay, baby. You were so good for us," the brunette was praising you softly from behind as he shifted a bit inside you, trying to measure how careful he needed to be as he and his partner now shifted their focus towards damage control.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you," Steve kissed the top of your head as he cooed at you, his broad arms cradling you lovingly as you clung to him. You were desperate for any comfort and tenderness you could get at this point, even if it was straight from the hands of your abusers. This is usually how you wound up at the end of the day, a weeping mess in your daddies' arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

[angelbaby-fics]

Thanksgiving (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Stucky X Reader (mostly Steve in this part!)

Word Count: 500

A/N: Surprise! I am so so thankful for all of you guys for sticking around the past nearly 3 years! And if you're new around here, I'm thankful for you too!! So I just wanted to show my thanks with a little 2 parter, and also maybe if you had a rough day this could provide some comfort as well 💕

“No no NO! Not goin’!” You cried, running to your room and slamming the door behind you. The sleeves of your festive sweater were damp with tears as you threw yourself to the floor, burying your face in your arms. You don’t know how long you stayed there, or how long you were crying; all you knew was that you weren’t going to get up, no matter how much your daddies bribed you. There was nothing on this earth that could convince you to go to the Thanksgiving party. 

When a soft knock came upon your bedroom door, you ignored it. Maybe they’d forget you were there and go to the party without you, getting you off the hook for the evening. Fat chance, you were the apple of both your daddies’ eyes and at the front of their minds every minute of the day. 

“I’m gonna come in, okay?” You heard Steve say, but you still didn’t answer. “Baby? I wanna hear you say okay.” 

As much as you wanted to stay stubborn, you appreciated the way your caregivers respected your boundaries, not wanting to enter your space without your consent. You gave a weak moan in response, and Steve opened the door just enough to shimmy inside before closing it behind him. You thought you’d lost the fight, any second now you’d feel his arms around your middle, lifting you into his inescapable grasp, but instead as you listened for his footsteps approaching you, you heard them stop by your side. Suddenly, Steve was on the ground with you, stomach to the floor, head cradled in his arms, facing you with a commiserating smile. 

“Can I tell you a secret angel?” He asked when he noticed you looking at him. “I don’t wanna go either.”

“You don’t?” You asked. “Nope!” “But you love Uncle Tony’s parties!” Usually Bucky was the one in your corner when you wanted out of a social occasion, while Steve was more the type to show up early to help set up. “I do. But you know what I love more? You and Bucky. I wish we could just have Thanksgiving dinner at home, just us family.” “Me too.”

“But I promised Tony we’d come say hi. You remember how much it hurts your feelings when someone breaks a promise, right?”

You thought to yourself, about times when Peter swore you���d get the next turn on the swings or when Loki promised to let you win at tag. “Yeah… feels sad.” You nodded.

“Especially on a holiday too, huh? Tony and Pepper did a lot to prepare for tonight, it wouldn’t be very nice of us if we didn’t at least say hello.”

“Yeah,” you thought, “I wanna say hello.”

Steve got up from the ground, dusting off his pants before reaching down to pick you up. He propped you up in one arm, wiping your tears with his free hand. He smoothed your hair, looking into your eyes with a smile. 

“Alright babydoll, let's do this.”

[tinylilacbun]

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 💜

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

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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Could you write something where there’s an emergency and stucky have to go help and reader is being so brave in the safe room? Or something else.. I trust you💗💗

Over a year later....I'm sorry for the delay. Please believe me it eats at me. Hope you're still around for this, and I love you <3

Take One Down

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader, featuring big Peter

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, attack on the Tower during the night, Bucky is armed, slight alcohol reference, angsty/scared baby, a few tears, safe room. Happy Ending- always :)

A/N- also Happy Birthday to me :D

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The first thing you became aware of was that Papa was breathing hard. And you were in his arms.

Then you realized you weren't in bed, and you were moving. Fast.

"Papa?" you whimpered sleepily, not being awake enough to understand what was happening.

"Shh, shh, it's okay baby, you're okay," Papa said instantly, pressing a quick kiss in your hair. Despite his soothing words, he didn't slow his pace at all.

You forced your heavy eyelids to open, and then almost immediately shut them again as the flashing red lights in the hallway were too bright. You were still in your pajamas, but you definitely weren't at home. Steve could feel that you were waking up and becoming more alert, but he couldn't stop. He had to get you to safety.

"Where's Daddy?" you asked, your voice trembling as you started to realize something was wrong. "Daddy okay?"

"Right here, Trouble," came Daddy's voice from farther away. You tried to twist in Papa's arms to see where Daddy was, but Papa's iron grip on you didn't leave much purchase.

"It's okay, princess, you're safe, but I need you to be a good girl and be quiet for us right now, okay?" Steve said, deliberately keeping his voice calm and low even through the exertion of running.

"'Kay," you said as quietly as you could, holding on to Papa tightly, shutting your eyes tightly, and trying to be brave. Steve kissed your hair again and kept running.

Within 30 seconds, you felt Steve stop. You opened your eyes and looked around. It took you a second, but you recognized this place. You'd been here before, back when you very first came to live with Steve and Bucky. You were in the panic room.

The reinforced steel walls were made slightly less intimidating by the giant sofa that could convert into a bed, the soft rug that nearly covered every inch of floor, and the overwhelming amount of toys and stuffed animals in baskets and boxes all around the edge of one wall. You hadn't been here in a while, but you could never forget this place.

Your eyes darted all around, trying to get some answers or understanding as to what happened, but before it came to you, Steve set you down carefully on your feet and took you gently by the shoulders. You heard Bucky shut and lock the door, but before you could turn to look Steve gently guided your face back towards his.

"Katie-Cat, I need you to listen to me, okay?" Steve said, looking you very seriously and directly in the eye. "Someone is in the Tower. Someone who's not supposed to be here. We don't know how they got in, but right now, we need to keep you safe so we can go get them out. Do you understand?"

"I- yes, Papa," you said shakily. You swallowed your nerves down and tried to be brave.

"Good girl," Steve said, as a fierce wave of protectiveness rushed through him. "Peter is on his way, and he's going to stay in here with you and keep you safe while Daddy and I go get the person out. Okay?"

"Petey coming?"

"Yes."

"He don't need to fight?"

"Right now, he needs to keep you safe, that's his most important job."

"But...who gonna keep him safe?"

"He's Big Peter right now, munchkin- he's going to be okay. Can you be a good girl and listen to what Peter says and do what he tells you to?"

"Um- yeah. Papa-" "Good girl. You remember the rules of the safe room?"

"Papa..."

"The rules, Katie-Cat."

"Don't leave the room unless you, Daddy, or Aunt Nat comes to get me, don't open the door for nobody, and....and be good."

"That's my girl," Steve said, his heart both proud and shattered that you had to know these things.

"Papa?" you tried again.

"Yes?"

"You gonna come back, right? You and Daddy?" you asked in a small voice. Steve pulled you into his chest immediately in the biggest bear hug.

"Yes, baby," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Daddy and I will always come back for you. Always."

Just then, you felt another pair of arms wrap around you two. "Try and keep us away, Trouble," Daddy added in a light, joking tone, but even you could feel the tension underneath it. "Here, I brought you someone who can help you too." Bucky reached behind him and pulled Jellybean out of his back pocket, where he had unceremoniously stuffed her as he and Steve were racing to get you out of the apartment.

You gasped sharply, and pulled your beloved bunny in so tightly to your face that her little button nose left a slight imprint on your cheek. "Tank you Daddy," you said, trying hard not to cry. "AND tank you Papa for carryin' me," you added quickly, not wanting him to feel left out. Both men responded by hugging you tighter.

Just then, the panic room door clicked, announcing that someone else was coming in. Bucky immediately dropped his arms and spun so you and Steve were behind him, his gun appearing in his hand as if by magic. However, once he saw that it was Tony and Peter, he instantly lowered the gun and ran to bolt the door back behind them.

"Pete, you sure you're good?" Tony asked immediately the second the door was shut.

"I'm good Dad, I swear," Peter said. You looked at him wide-eyed- it had been a while since you had heard his big voice.

"Okay. Only if you're sure," Tony pressed.

"I'm sure. I wouldn't take a chance if I wasn't."

"Atta boy."

Tony turned towards the three of you to find Steve smiling at him. "That's good enough for me," Steve said kindly to Peter. "But if there's any trouble at all, and I mean anything, you radio us. Copy?"

"Copy," Peter nodded quickly. "I'll link with your comms now," he said, before pulling out the large, black case from underneath the sleeper bed sofa. He quickly opened the case and got to work on a radio comm.

You watched him carefully. He was so...different and serious when he was Big- not the silly, carefree bestie you immediately recognized- so it was always surprising to you when you saw it. Of course, YOUR definition of 'serious' was much, much different than Tony's or Steve's or Bucky's, but that didn't matter now, as you watched Peter's fingers fly over the machinery.

"Okay, we should be linked," he said into the comm. All three men immediately nodded, confirming that they could hear him in their earpieces. Steve and Bucky spun back to you.

"Do what Peter says. We'll be back as soon as we can," Daddy said gruffly, taking your face in his hands and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. "We love you so much. Be good, got it?"

"Got it," you said, trying to match his gruff tone to show him you could be serious too. That made the ghost of a smile cross his lips, and as Steve kissed you too, it stayed. Tony even came over, quickly, giving you what he hoped was a carefree grin.

"Alright, have fun, stay safe. Don't tap the keg unless you really need to," he said, tapping your nose and grinning when you looked confused and Steve tutted loudly. Bucky was the last one out the door, and before he left, he turned to Peter.

"You remember the code word?" he asked the young man brusquely. Peter nodded, but due to the door being opened, didn't say it. "Good job," Bucky said with that faint grin again, closing and locking the door behind him.

It was deathly silent in the room. You swallowed hard, gripping Jellybean tightly, almost afraid to move, even though you knew you were in the safest spot imaginable (outside of your daddies' arms). Peter immediately noticed your distress.

"Hey Katie, hey Little One," he said softly, holding out his arms to you. "You wanna come here?"

You nodded, then slowly walked towards him. You cautiously stepped into his arms. Once he folded them around you, you inhaled. His scent never changed, no matter if he was big or small, and you knew this was your Petey, no matter how he was feeling right now. You threw your arms around him and hugged him back tightly, and felt him give a soft chuckle. "It's okay, you're okay. I'm gonna keep you safe- you know that, right?"

You pulled back a bit, nodding. "Tank you, Petey. I mean...Peter."

Peter smiled. "Ah, that's okay. You can call me Petey right now if you want to."

"I can?"

"Sure you can."

"Otay Petey," you said, suddenly feeling a little better upon hearing that. "What's happenin' in da Tower?"

"What did Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky tell you?" Peter asked carefully.

"Um, dat someone got in dat wasn't a'sposed to be in?"

"That's right. And they'll get 'em out, so you don't have to worry about them anymore, okay?"

"Um....okay," you said, wanting to trust Peter with your whole heart, but still uncertain due to the nature of the circumstance. Peter saw pretty quickly that he would need to distract you.

"Hey, you wanna sit on the couch and read some stories while we wait?" He trotted over to the box containing tons of books and started pawing through them. "You can pick out whichever stories you want. Okay?"

Curiosity peaked, you trotted over to look. You recognized The Gruffalo and Frozen, pointing at them. "I like those!" you said excitedly, and Peter snatched them up.

"Let's get to reading!" he said. "Race you to the couch!"

Since it was only a couple feet away, it wasn't much of a race, but it was still fun. It was always fun when you got to run. You both jumped onto the couch enthusiastically, and Peter opened up the first book and began to read. You inched closer and closer to him as he continued, eventually snuggling into his side, your thumb in your mouth and Jellybean in the crook of your arm.

He finished off Frozen in about ten minutes, then turned to you. "Alright, Katie, you ready for...THE GRUFFALO??" he said in a mock scary voice that made you laugh. But once you stopped laughing at his silliness, you had another question in mind.

"Petey, what's a keg?" you asked innocently.

Poor Peter nearly broke his neck doing a double take. "Wh-what?" he asked, not sure of what he heard. When he was in little space with you, your random questions and changes of subject made perfect sense to him, but when he was bigger it was hard to keep up sometimes.

"Unca Tony said don't tap da keg unless we needed to. What's a keg?"

"It's nothing....he was just being silly. Let's read."

"Is a weapon?"

"No...it's....hey, look, books. Let's read."

"But what IS it?"

"Ahhhh...it's....you know....it's...hey, you wanna sing a song?" Peter said, loudly and excitedly, hoping the non-sequitur would distract you.

It worked. "What kind of song?" you asked, intrigued.

"Umm..." Peter thought quickly, trying to get your mind off of what a keg was. He felt a flicker of compassion for Uncle Steve whenever his Dad did this to you, but mostly he was trying to come up with a song. "Hey, do you know Ninety Nine Bottles of...." he said suddenly, his brain both working and failing him miserably all at the same time.

"Bottles of what?" you asked, now completely invested. Peter broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't teach you a song about beer, for goodness' sake.

"Did I say bottles? That was silly. I meant...boxes. Yeah, boxes!...of... juice! That was it! Ninety Nine boxes of juice on the wall! Do you know that song?" he improvised wildly. You tilted your head, trying to think, but then shook it.

"How's it go?"

Peter cleared his throat awkwardly. He wasn't much of a singer, but he knew he was going to have to give it a go if he had any hope of distracting you from asking about kegs. Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky would rip his head off if he told you, and he knew that you were stubborn enough to keep asking. But man...he REALLY didn't want to sing and embarrass himself in front of you....

Just then, you both heard a loud crash coming from somewhere below. It was loud enough that it made you both jump, even though the room didn't even shudder. Peter watched as your face turned pale and you gripped your bunny tighter. You pinched your lips together and breathed slowly. He knew exactly what you were doing. You were trying to calm down and being as brave as you could be. His heart melted for you.

And he found his courage in that.

"So...the song," he said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to regain your attention and hopefully calm you a bit. "It goes..." he coughed again, took a deep breath, and went for it. "Ninety nine boxes of juice on the wall....ninety nine boxes of juice....you take one down and pass it around...ninety eight boxes of juice on the wall!"

You blinked at him, wide-eyed, and waited for the rest. He looked back at you hopefully to see how this was going down.

"Short song," you said, tilting your head, confused. Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled.

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A short time later, Steve and Bucky were finishing sweeping their own floor and apartment. "Clear," Steve said definitively into the comm. "Natasha, Tony, Thor, what's your status?"

When everyone came through confirming the all-clear, Fury came through the line. "Rogers, Barnes, Stark- go get 'em." It was all the permission they needed.

Steve got their first, but instead of punching the code in immediately, he stopped and stared at the door. "Steve?" Bucky asked in a tense voice, instantly on alert. To his immense surprise, Steve turned to him, a look of astonished humor on his face.

"Buck, listen," he whispered. Bucky strained his ears...and then couldn't believe what he was hearing. The room was sound proofed, but hey- they were super soldiers.

"Twenty-three boxes of juice on the wall, twenty-three boxes of juuuuuicceeeee...."

Bucky punched in the code. The second before he touched the keypad though, he heard Peter's voice cut off suddenly, and then within .5 seconds, your voice cut off too. The button panel lit up green and the door unbolted. Bucky threw the door open, Steve right behind him.

Peter was standing in the middle of the room, his suit in the last phase of forming around him, in his classic Spiderman pose. Bucky raised his hands immediately.

"Password?" Peter asked firmly.

"Trouble," Bucky replied immediately. Peter instantly relaxed and stood up straight, his suit disappearing, knowing for sure this was Bucky. "Good job Peter," Bucky said gratefully, even as he and Steve were rushing to the secret panel they knew you were hiding in. The second they slid the door back, you threw yourself into their waiting arms.

Bucky held you so tight you could feel his every breath, and Steve kept kissing your hair and murmuring what a good girl you were. Eventually, you looked over and saw Tony and Peter in an embrace as well, Tony clapping his young charge on the back proudly.

"Are you okay, angel?" Steve asked you, his eyes lovingly scanning your face. You nodded happily.

"Yeah, Papa! We good! Did you get the bad guys?"

"We sure did."

"YAY!! Who was dey? How did dey get in? What did-"

"Okay, angel, that's too many questions for a little girl right now," Steve said gently, nuzzling your nose with his. "We're safe and it's time to go home. Can we go say goodbye and thank you to Peter?"

You nodded again, suddenly very sleepy from all the receding adrenaline. Bucky carried you over to Tony and Peter.

"She was so good and brave, Dad," Peter was saying enthusiastically to Tony. "She picked out books and sang and we jumped on the couch and everything!"

"You did so good, buddy, I couldn't be more proud of you," Tony said, his seams bursting. He grinned at you as you approached. "Hey, thanks for taking it easy on the kid, little one."

"Petey was da best!! He taught me a new song. Papa, you're gonna love it!"

Steve smirked. "I'm sure I will, baby. Can you say thank you please?"

You wiggled a bit, wanting Bucky to let you down, but you gave up pretty quickly. After being separated from you during a stressful situation, Bucky didn't like to put you down for anything. You leaned forward towards Peter, however, and he accommodated you. You gave your big bestie the biggest hug you possibly could.

"Tank you for taking care of me, Petey," you said lovingly. He squeezed you back.

"Thank you for being so good, Katie!" he responded. Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder. He could hear it in Peter's voice- he was getting close to becoming small again, and he wanted to get his brave boy home. You all said your goodbyes and headed home.

You were cuddled between your daddies and asleep again before you knew it, secure in the knowledge that you were safe and loved by the best people in the galaxy.

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The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | Auntie Nat to the rescue! #006

Summary: It's that time of the month, and it's only Auntie Nat that can help,

Warnings: This post and series are 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: 732

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A/N: I've had this idea for months and I finally got around to bringing this family back. - 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 mine. - B

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An uncomfortable, dull ache adorned your lower abdomen when you woke you. Stirring in your bed, curling up into a ball against the sheets, you realize that your period has started. You tried to ignore the discomfort and quietly approach the bathroom– you wanted to handle it yourself without drawing too much attention.

As the morning progressed, the cramps grew worse and made it difficult to hide the pain. Wincing, you tried to stay distracted with toys, but even Peter was noticing something wasn’t right.

“Are you okay?” Pete asked, he pointed to your arms clutching around your stomach, concern etched in his features. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

Worried, Peter made it his mission to find either Steve or Bucky. “Papa? Daddy? I think something’s wrong with Tiny,” he said, taking Steve’s hand and leading him back to where you were sitting. 

Steve knelt beside you, a large hand reaching out to rub your back, his brow furrowed with concern. “Sweetie? Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to explain. “I’m o-okay, Papa.” 

“Are you sure, baby?” Bucky asked, exchanging a worried glance with Steve. “You don’t look so good.” 

Tears began to fill your eyes, the pain becoming too much to bear. “My tummy hurts,” you finally admitted, quietly.

“Do we need to take you to the doctor?” Steve asked, his heart aching to see you in pain.

“No, it's just–” you sniffled, shaking your head. “It’s my period,” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Bucky’s face dawned with understanding, and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s okay, Baby. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Should we call Auntie Nat? We can see if she’s free to come over.” 

Relieved at the thought of having Natasha here, you nodded. “Yes, please.” 

Within the hour, Natasha brought a comforting presence. She entered the living room to find you curled up on the couch, holding your stomach, and the two men looking on worriedly. 

“Hey there, sweets,” Nat softly said, sitting down beside you. “I hear you’re not feeling well.” 

The tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as you looked up at Nat, nodding toward her. “It hurts, Auntie Nat.” 

With a warm smile, Nat pulled a small bag out of her purse. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some things that will make it all better. Come on, let’s get you more comfortable.” 

Natasha held a heating pad against your stomach and helped you with some pain relief medication. In her bag, she also brought some snacks, sweet and salty. She gently stroked your hair while sitting beside you, and she spoke in a soothing voice– helping to distract you from the pain.

Watching gratefully from the kitchen, Steve and Bucky share a knowing look. You were in good hands, better hands than they could provide at this time. After preparing a light lunch, they brought it over to you and Nat.

“Thank you, Nat,” Steve said, his tone sincere as he handed her a cup of coffee.

“Anytime,” she replied, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m always here for my favorite little.” 

“Hey!” Peter shouted from the floor, where he was lying while watching the television. He sent an exaggerated pout toward Nat, crossing his arms over his chest. “What about me?” 

Natasha’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You know you’re my favorite big little,” she teased, giving him a playful wink, and taking a sip of coffee.

As the day went by, your cramps eased and you felt better knowing you had people around you who cared about you. Aunt Nat stayed for the majority of the day, keeping you company until you felt more like yourself again.

And, by the time you were tucked into bed, you felt much better. “Thank you, Papa. Thank you, Daddy.” you softly spoke, fighting back a yawn. “Thank you for calling Auntie Nat.” 

“Of course, Baby,” Bucky said, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “We’re always here for you, no matter what.” 

Nodding, Steve took your small hand in his, placing kisses against your knuckles. “And, you can always tell us anything, okay? We love you.” 

With a sleepy nod, you smiled. “I love you too.” 

You felt grateful for your family. And, as you drifted off to sleep, you knew no matter what they would always be there to support you.

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Bird-Fairy!

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Avengers x Little!Reader

Summary: you make Sam fairy wings!

Warnings: ddlg dynamics,age regression?!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Sammy! Sammy!” You squealed running into the main room to find him, seeing Steve and Bucky on the far side of the sofa, and Sam on the other side.

You caught all their attention, their heads turning to you.

“Yeeeessss?” He smiled raising an eyebrow, you giggled “I have surprise for you!” You squealed as you hid something behind you.

“Ooh…what is it?” He asked

“Turn around!”

“Okay..” he said hesitantly as he turned around

You held his arms and put something on his back.

He turned around confused.

“Bird-Fairy!” You squealed as your clapped your hands.

And Sam went bright red.

“Yeah bun! Sammys a fairy!” Steve smiled to you trying to stifle his laugh.

Along with Bucky, he was biting his lip trying to hide his own laugh too.

“Bird-Fairy!” You corrected Steve and he nodded.

You gasped when you forgot the other thing you made, you ran back and grabbed it.

Steve and Bucky let their laughs out. They were belly laughing, Bucky was crying.

“Shut up tinman!” Sam rolled his eyes “I’m her favourite, she didn’t make you anything” sam teased and Bucky laughed.

You rushed back in, “here” you smiled handing Sam a fair wand.

“Thank you kiddo…” Sam sighed but smiled when he saw your happy face.

“Hand please?” You asked Steve and smiled, giving you his hand.

You squealed happily when you put a crafted Captain Hook hand on his hand.

“Captain Hook!” You beamed making him laugh.

“Arghh!” He said as he tickled you making you laugh “stop!” You screamed through giggles until he surrendered on his attack.

“C’mere” he said in a whisper as he knelt down to you,

“You should go make buck somethin, he might feel left out otherwise?” He whispered and you nodded as you ran back into your room getting started on a new idea.

They were all laughing as they waited for you to come back.

“Baba!”” You giggled as you ran back in catching their attention again.

You stood on the sofa as you placed a hat on buckys head.

It was the same one as the tinman from wizard of oz

And it tipped Steve and Sam off the edge as they burst out laughing.

“You little cheek!” Bucky grinned as he tickled you mercilessly making you scream a laugh as you tried to stop his hand.

You were all laughing and it was definitely one of the funnest days ever.