#female caregiver

[wlwcaregiver]

hi sweethearts ☁️

please remember that regression is okay even if you're having negative feelings. whether you're sad, stressed, angry, feeling icky, having bad thoughts, it's all okay

seeing littles on my feed feeling guilty about their regression when they're upset breaks my heart :(

i wish i could cuddle all of you and tell you that it's okay to be upset, its okay to regress with awful feelings and thoughts, its all okay and it's not your fault. please be gentle with yourselves & always know that you're not a bad person for regressing! never ever!

of course having big feelings is hard when you're small and it isn't necessarily "expected" of a little, but that's nothing you can control and that's okay! it's always ALWAYS okay <3

you deserve love and kindness regardless of the severity of your emotions and feelings. you're loved always always always 🩷

[kodaswrld]

hi sweet babies 🤍

please remember that regression is okay even if you're having negative feelings. whether you're sad, stressed, angry, feeling icky, or having bad thoughts, it's all okay!

seeing littles on my feed feeling guilty about their regression when they're upset breaks my heart: (

i wish i could cuddle all of you and tell you that it's okay to be upset, its okay to regress with awful feelings and thoughts, its all okay and it's not your fault. please be gentle with yourselves & always know that you're not a bad person for regressing! never ever!

of course having big feelings is hard when you're small and it isn't necessarily "expected" of a little, but that's nothing you can control and that's okay! it's always ALWAYS okay <3

you deserve love and kindness regardless of the severity of your emotions and feelings. you're loved always always always!!!

~ mama koda 🤍

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt. 

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It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

[naturesapphic]

can you write mama!Natasha with a teething baby that chews and bites everything please

Headcannon: Mama!Nat with a teething baby and that bites everything

Mama!nat x baby!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, Kate and yelena being menaces to the team, mentions of breastfeeding

- you were around six months old and you started teething

- it broke her heart to see her baby in so much pain

- stole Tony’s black card so she could buy whatever toys and other essentials you need

- Tony wasn’t even mad because it hurt his heart (that he somewhat has-)

- Nat bought you all sorts of soothing toys and things for you to help with the pain

- the oral gel she got for you helps with the pain

- she’ll put some of the gel on the toys that you love to chew on and it seems to be the best way to help you

- since you are teething, you love to chew and bite on everything you see

- you are like a puppy that wants to get into everything which amuses everyone

- four sharp teeth starts to come out of your pink gums which shocks everyone on how fast they came and how sharp they are

- auntie yelena and Kate love to see what you can bite and what you can’t

- of course they will never give you something that will hurt you but they like to have a little fun with you

- if Natasha catches them, they will get a head smack and a nice talk on how to not to use her baby as an experiment

- yelena and Kate love handing you to the avengers and tell them to put their finger in your mouth (of course they wash their hands) and see what happens

- they will think you’ll nibble on it but they cry out in pain as you chomp onto their finger, making yelena and Kate laugh loudly

- Natasha loves to breastfeed you, it’s a beautiful bond between the mom and the baby but since you have four sharp teeth now, it’s been kinda difficult since you love to bite everything

- all in all, even though it was a painful experience for you and for your family, it was a beautiful cycle of life and everyone who cares about you got to see it in front of their eyes and to comfort you in anyway they can

A/n: thank you anon for this request! I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoyed it. I hope everyone else did too! More requests to come :) remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[littlereaderxfandoms]

L.B.L.

Request (by @spencers-bookworm): Hi! I seen you wanting requests so what about spencer x bau!reader were reader has a bad day at work and ends up hiding and regressing in a storage cupboard or something. Spencer comes and finds them, comforts them and takes them home to have some much needed caregiver and regressor time.

I also just want to say I love your blog so far and really appreciate what you're writing as I feel there's never enough x reader age regression fics.

Little!reader x CG!Spencer (+ BAU team + precinct people)

Summary: Your day goes horribly horribly wrong and Spencer has to intervene.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (?)

Length: Around 1k

Nothing was going right. First, you spilled your coffee all over your white cotton shirt. Then, you found out that you forgot your go bag at home. Then, you had to borrow a shirt from Morgan because none of the ladies were in yet, and nor was Spencer, which was very embarrassing. And then, you got a stern scolding from Hotch for forgetting your go bag at home when you needed to immediately leave for an urgent case where even the briefing would happen on the plane. If that wasn’t bad enough, the other detectives and police officers at the precinct were picking on you whenever you were alone.

It was no surprise that you broke down. And it was especially no surprise to Spencer because he knew that you haven’t had the chance to regress in quite a while. So when he got back from the latest crime scene and Emily told him that you were in the storage closet because you needed some space, he knew he had to intervene.

You looked up with teary eyes and called out when you heard the door to the storage closet being turned, “I’ll be out in a second!”

“Sweetheart,” Spencer spoke, seeing as the closet was locked, ”can you let me in please?”

You sniffled as you thought for a second before shuffling forward to open the lock, letting Spencer open the door as you sat back, barely able to hold in your tears and sobs.

“Oh darling…” Spencer quickly locked the door behind him, sitting next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“Daddy…” Your voice cracked as you whispered before letting go and sobbing into Spencer’s chest, clinging to him.

Spencer shushed you lightly, letting you cry, and held you close. Once you calmed down to just sniffles, he pulled back a little to look at you, gently wiping the last of the tears away.

“Better?” Spencer whispered, prompting you to nod in response, not wanting to speak. “Come on, let’s get you to the hotel.”

You whined lightly at that, standing up with him. “Still have work…”

“Baby, I’ll talk to Hotch. We are taking an LBL.” Spencer unlocked the door, ignoring your whines and protests against taking the leave.

In your entire 2 years at the BAU, you have made sure to always be prepared and make sure to take regular regression breaks so that you don’t ever have to utilize a Little Breakdown Leave. To you, they are just embarrassing. These leaves are designed to help littles and caregivers take a leave from work in case the little has a breakdown before or at work. While you always tried to be nice and helpful to those at the office who have had to use them, you never really got over how it felt embarrassing for you to be having a breakdown.

Hotch was quick to approve it, letting Spencer drag you back to the car and to the hotel against your wishes to keep working.

“Why don’t you want to just take the leave? It doesn’t have to be embarrassing sweetheart.” Spencer held your hand softly as you sniffled at your protests being ignored.

“But it is! Especially when you are already considered dumb by others!” You exclaimed angrily. You didn’t want the detectives and police officers at the precinct to think that they were right about you not being able to work because you were a little.

“Excuse me?” Spencer looked surprised. “Who said you are dumb?”

“The detectives and the officers at the precinct…” You mumbled, already feeling worse at just thinking that. You didn’t notice Spencer clenching his jaw in anger as you looked out the window.

“Listen up baby.” You looked at Spencer with wide eyes, a little surprised by the stern tone. “Nobody, and I mean nobody has the right to call you dumb. You are smart, strong, brave, and everything that those stupid men aren’t. Just because you are a little, doesn’t mean that you aren’t all those things. You hear me?”

You nodded before realizing you needed to speak up, “Yes daddy…”

“You don’t get to do that either. You don’t get to talk down to my baby. Capiche?” Spencer glanced at you, holding your hand in a tight, comforting grip, making you smile.

“Yes daddy.”

Spencer kissed your cheek once he parked the car. “I love you, sweetie. Remember that and the fact that you are better than every single officer and detective we had in the precinct today.”

You smiled a little, feeling better but still not the best. But you knew that it would take time to get over their words. You were more sensitive than most littles in the bureau, so Spencer too knew that it would take some time before you felt confident again. He remembered the amount of time it took him and the team to get you out of your shell and see your confidence.

Spencer took you back to your room, helping you get a bath. An hour later, you were both comfortably cuddling on the bed, watching a movie as Spencer fed you mac and cheese with chicken nuggets and fries.

Having had the time to regress and recharge that night, you came into the precinct feeling much better than the day before. The pep talk you got from Spencer also helped you a lot with regaining your confidence, at least around your team.

It also seemed that Hotch must have had a talk with the detectives and officers as they didn’t make any more comments around you, whether you were alone or not. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where the others had been stuck the day prior and help solve the case on the very same day, proving to the detectives and officers just how valuable you actually were.

It was safe to say that you had much of your confidence back by the time you got on the jet to get back home.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Arcane - Viktor x Listener SFW Age Regression Comfort From Viktor

[M4A] [Established platonic/romantic relationship] [Age regression comfort]

I did already do two Viktor agere audios before but they are almost 3 years old now and I've improved a since then so let's try this again. In the old ones Viktor got back from work late and felt bad once he realised you were regressed, what if this time you alerted him like he'd want you too? Based on Patreon requests. BlaqQueen asked "I would like to suggest a Viktor age regression audio please and thank you for the consideration.🖤 I understand it's not as popular a subject as it once was but it would be nice, I've been running off of reruns for a long time now", WatchOut asked "More Viktor with age regression perhaps???", Raz asked "caregiver Viktor".

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[fandoms--fluff]

Similar to caregivers Kol and Davina could you do one for Hayley and Elijah with a little reader? Xx

Caregivers Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson Headcannons

Little female reader x Caregivers Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson

Warnings: None

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Hayley would be Mama

Elijah would be Daddy

They would be the most protective people you've ever met

Will always make sure you're safe and happy

Hayley would be the more cuddly and soft one

She could cuddle with you for hours and not get bored

^Elijah has many pictures of you two cuddled on the couch on their bed

You love being carried around by your Daddy

And playing with his tie>>>

Hayley would definitely sing you lullabies before bed

When you're upset, your Daddy or Mama will pick you up and rock you while they walk around the room

They always know what to do to make you feel better

Hayley loves feeding you your bottles, having you cradled in her lap while she runs her hand through your hair

You love giving kisses to your Mama and Daddy's noses

Clinging to your daddy in the morning>>

You love seeing your Mama in her wolf form

She's always so gentle with her while she's a wolf

Elijah doesn't like you seeing his vampire face

He doesn't want to scare you

He would feel tremendous guilt over it if he ever scares you. He never wants to be like Mikael was.

You once got into your Mama's makeup and convinced your Daddy to let you give him a makeover

^Hayley has a lot of incriminating evidence

You love it when your Aunt Rebekah and your Mama take you out for a girls day

You'd love cuddling with your blanky and then going over to them and cuddling up with them as well

[teddy-the-sunshine-bear]

Cg Alcina Dimitrescu board! :D the doll is made by Donna 🥰

I still don’t like horror or want this blog to have horror themes I’m just hyperfixating on some resident evil characters and their soft sides :)

[siswritesyanderes]

Quite frankly, I love mothering people, so I don't mind being the mother of alec and Jane too much.

They would both be clingy and demanding, but well-meaning. If you play dinosaur with them and watch cartoons with them and tell them you love them, they will treat you well. The main problem areas and quirks are:

If you're human, they will try to make you human food for Mother's Day/Father's Day/your birthday/just to be nice, and they do not know how. They genuinely might bring you a tray with just raw egg yolks in a bowl, a raw potato cut in three pieces, and a fork. It's not even that they earnestly think that's anything like a meal you would make; they know it's not quite right, but they don't really make food so you'll eat it. They do it so you know they care.

Again, demanding. They want constant validation and proof of love. Alec will be sitting with you like, "Do you love us? And are we your favorite people in the whole world? And do you want to keep being our mom/dad/parent forever?"

They will torture people who make them jealous. If you smile at a kid in public, Jane will demand if you like them better than her. If you try to date or hang out with friends instead of playing dolls with them, they will hurt whoever you're trying to spend time with.

They will ask "Why?" about everything, even when they know the answer, just because they like making you explain things to them.

They will keep saying "Please?" until you agree to whatever they're asking for. (And they don't have to sleep, so you may as well get them the toy, or you will not rest tonight.)

There will be mandatory meetings with Aro where he tells you to tell them things he wants them to think or do.

[wlwcaregiver]

little who cries at every inconvenience because of their heightened sensitivity

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carer who constantly comforts their little by letting them cry instead of telling them to stop and reassures them that it's okay to cry and to be emotional over little things

[marsthebabie]

Cuddles

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Y/N's pov

I jolt awake from a nightmare ans automatically start crying for my mommy. I soon remember that mommy is away on a mission. I want mommy so much. I hope mommy isn't dead, because she died in my dream and I couldn't live without my mommy. I continue to cry regardless if my mommy isn't here. The dream was so scary especially when it's about losing mommy. I curl up in a little ball and hug my stuffed bear Mr. Chubbs and sob into him. When someone bursts into the room. "Princess" She asks worriedly.

Nat's Pov

I'm currently on the quinn jet going home to the tower. I'm so excited to see my little one. I can't wait to have her in my arms again. I know she's safe in the tower but I know that Y/N is safer in my arms. The quinn jet lands and I'm the first one out. I head into the common room and say hi to everyone. I see everyone except Y/N. "Guys where's Y/N" I ask. "She's in her room" Steve replies. I nod and get into the elevator. "Miss Romanoff, miss L/N appears to be is distress" Friday informs me. I start to panic and I run straight to our shared room. "Princess" I ask worriedly.

Y/N's Pov

I look up and it's mommy! I get up and run to her instantly wrapping my arms around her and sobbing into her chest. "Aw honey. What's wrong" she asks. "I had dad dweam chu were dead" I say sobbing harder. "Oh baby my sweet girl. It's only a dream. I'm right her hun" She says soothingly. She shuts the door and strips her suit and picks me up and carries me to the bed. She holds me in the fetal position and rocks me back and forth. "Shhh honey mommy's got you baby. I'm right here" She cooed. After A while my crying softens. My mommy brushes my hair out of my face and smiles warmly at me. "you okay bunny" mommy asks. I nod . She smiles and kisses my nose which makes me giggle. "How about some cuddles" She asks and I nod instantly.

Nat's Pov

I lean back into the bed and set my baby on top of me with her head on my chest. "Comfy baby"I ask and she nods. "Yes mommy" she answers. I sing and stroke her back so she falls asleep. When I see that she's asleep I soon fall asleep with my little one in my arms. All safe and sound.

Thanks for reading! Let me Know if you guys have any requests! Don't forget to check out my wattpad for other stories!

[knoepfl]

Hidden in the Shadows

23/24

Characters:

• Cole Mikaelson: The youngest Mikaelson sibling, known for his rebellious and dangerous nature. Cole often hides his vulnerability behind a mask of cocky arrogance and is a master of manipulation. Despite this, his complex emotions, layered with fear of weakness and control, reveal a side of him that is rarely seen.

• The Reader (Female): A woman of strength and calm, capable of seeing through Cole’s tough exterior. She’s been the one person he allows to see the softer, more vulnerable side of him. Intelligent, confident, and calm, she knows how to navigate Cole’s complex emotions and provides him with the support and care he desperately needs but is afraid to seek.

Trigger Warnings:

• Emotional Vulnerability: The story delves into emotional vulnerability, with Cole allowing himself to surrender control in a private, intimate setting.

• Power Dynamics: The theme explores trust and shifting power dynamics between the characters, where Cole’s usual position of control is inverted for a moment of care.

• Mature Content: The intimacy and closeness between the characters can be seen as suggestive, but the focus remains on emotional connection and vulnerability rather than explicit content.

• Manipulation/Control: Though not overt, Cole’s past tendencies toward manipulation and control are discussed and contrasted with his current emotional state. The internal conflict he experiences due to these tendencies is explored.

• Domestic Care: The narrative involves a tender care-taking dynamic, where one character takes care of the other, helping him unwind from emotional stress. This could be sensitive for those triggered by themes of caregiving and dependence.

Masterlist

Words: 2279

At the center of the crowd stood Cole Mikaelson, the younger brother of Klaus and Elijah, his usual smirk on his face as he surveyed the room. His presence commanded attention, his dark suit making him stand out among the sea of glittering attire. He moved through the crowd like he owned it, his charming smile disarming those who dared approach him.

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The grand ballroom of the Mikaelson estate was alive with music, laughter, and the soft clink of glasses as the party in full swing. Vampires, witches, and immortals of all sorts were mingling in their finest attire, the elegance of the night contrasting the dangerous undercurrents that ran just beneath the surface. It was an event to celebrate power—power, history, and dominance.

But there was one thing that none of them knew. One thing that even his brothers were completely unaware of. He wasn’t alone.

A soft presence slipped into the ballroom, unnoticed by the bustling crowd. She was quiet, a contrast to the usual loud personalities that roamed the estate. The woman was elegant, dressed in a deep burgundy gown that clung to her frame, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her eyes, sharp and confident, scanned the room before landing on Cole.

Without hesitation, she moved through the crowd, her presence barely registering to those around her. When she reached Cole, she placed a gentle hand on his arm. His expression faltered for a brief moment before it returned to its usual smirk, though his eyes softened as he turned to face her.

"Care to dance?" she asked, her voice low but commanding, full of the quiet confidence that those who truly knew her could never mistake.

Cole, though a man who ruled over others with an iron grip, was different when it came to her. The usual cocky arrogance in his posture faded as he took her hand, leading her onto the floor with a fluid motion. His brothers, Klaus and Elijah, had no idea who she was, or how much she controlled his every move. To them, Cole was the wild, reckless Mikaelson brother. But to her? He was something entirely different—soft, almost fragile when it came to her care.

She led him gracefully into the dance, a rhythm that only the two of them seemed to understand. The world around them blurred as they moved, the music swirling in the background as if it were part of their private moment. Despite the way Cole stood tall and confident, his eyes never strayed from her. He was in complete silence, but the way he held her close spoke volumes.

He wasn't the one in control here.

She didn’t let go of his gaze as she spoke, her voice low enough only he could hear, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin.

He chuckled softly, though there was a glint of something deeper in his eyes, a look of rare vulnerability that only she would see. "You could say that," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. But despite the words, his eyes never left her. There was an unspoken trust between them—he would let her lead when it came to the two of them, but the rest of the world didn’t need to know that.

As they twirled across the floor, Klaus and Elijah, standing on the sidelines, took notice of the two. They’d never seen Cole dance like this, never seen him act so... different. Their eyes followed him curiously, but they didn’t recognize the woman with him. She was a mystery—a secret that Cole was keeping tightly under wraps.

"Who’s that?" Klaus muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched the pair.

Elijah, ever the more observant, kept his thoughts to himself, though the curiosity was evident in his gaze. He had known his brother for centuries, and yet this new side of Cole—this calmness, this trust—was something he had never seen before. He turned his gaze back to the floor, his thoughts racing. What was going on with Cole?

But none of that mattered to Cole. As he continued to dance with her, he felt her hands guide him in a way that made him feel... protected. It was something he didn’t often allow himself to feel, but with her, he was completely at ease. He didn’t have to fight for control. He didn’t have to be the dominant one. Here, in the quiet between their movements, he could let go.

It wasn’t weakness, not in his eyes. It was simply trust. A trust he couldn’t show to anyone else.

The dance eventually came to an end, but their closeness remained. Her hand lingered on his shoulder as they pulled apart slightly, but she didn’t let go. She wasn’t done with him yet.

"Is it time for them to know?" she asked softly, a knowing smile crossing her lips. Her gaze flicked over to Klaus and Elijah, who were still watching the two of them, suspicion building.

Cole’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer to her, his voice barely a whisper in her ear. "No. They can’t know. Not yet. I’m not letting them see me that way. Not weak. Not with them."

She chuckled softly, but there was no mockery in her laugh. "I don’t think it’s weakness, Cole. You just need someone you can trust. Someone who knows you, who sees you for who you really are."

He hesitated, his eyes flicking over to his brothers again. "Not yet," he repeated. "Let them think what they want. I’m not ready for them to see me like this."

She nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. She wouldn’t push him. Not now, not when he wasn’t ready.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, standing in the midst of the ball, away from the prying eyes of the guests. Cole’s brothers may never know the real truth behind their bond, and that was how he wanted it for now. But she knew the truth. And in the silence between them, that was all that mattered.

"I’ll be here," she whispered, a soft promise, as the music continued to play in the background.

And Cole? He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that was only for her.

"Always."

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The night seemed to stretch on as Cole and his girlfriend walked away from the prying eyes of his brothers, the weight of their suspicion hanging heavy in the air. Their footsteps were silent in the grand halls of the mansion, the distant sounds of the party growing fainter the further they moved. Soon, they reached a private room tucked away from the hustle and bustle, an oasis of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos of the night.

The door clicked shut behind them, and in an instant, the walls seemed to close in around them. Cole exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable as he ran a hand through his dark hair. His usual mask of indifference seemed to slip, revealing a vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see.

She stepped toward him, her presence a calming force. His eyes followed her every movement, though he said nothing at first. There was a tension in the air, but it wasn’t the kind that came from confrontation. It was something deeper, something between them that neither of them could quite name yet.

"Relax," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. She moved closer, her fingers brushing against the lapels of his suit jacket. "You don’t have to pretend to be in control here. Not with me."

Cole’s lips pressed together, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with himself. His usual bravado was faltering, but he didn’t want to show it. Not to her. Not in this moment.

"You know I can’t just... let go," he muttered, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Not even with you."

She smiled softly, understanding the battle raging inside him. He was a Mikaelson—a creature of pride and power, someone who had never known the feeling of truly being cared for, let alone the luxury of surrendering control. But she could see the cracks in his armor, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched in quiet moments like these.

She gently cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing across the stubble on his jaw. "I know. But sometimes, it’s okay to let me take care of you. You don’t always have to be the strong one. Let me help you unwind."

Cole’s eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and something else—something deeper, more primal. He was used to being the one in charge, used to controlling every aspect of his life. But with her... there was a part of him, a part he didn’t want to admit, that craved the release she offered.

Her hands slid down to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his jacket, her fingers gliding over his skin as if she knew exactly where to touch, where to apply pressure to ease the tension that coiled inside him. His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t.

"You always think you have to do everything yourself," she whispered as she helped him out of his jacket, her movements deliberate and gentle. "But you don’t. Not with me."

She guided him to a nearby armchair, urging him to sit. Cole hesitated for a moment, his eyes dark with conflict, but eventually, he relented, sinking into the plush seat. He watched her as she moved around the room, her presence filling the space with an undeniable warmth. She was calm, collected, but there was a quiet strength in the way she carried herself, a strength that balanced his own.

She returned to him, kneeling before him as she removed his shoes, her touch tender yet purposeful. Cole’s gaze softened as he allowed her to take care of him, his usual pride slowly fading away. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched with the effort of holding it all in.

"You carry so much," she murmured, her voice soothing. "Let me help you let go."

His eyes flickered with something that could have been vulnerability, but before he could speak, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gently began to massage the knots of stress that had built up there. Cole let out a low sigh, his muscles relaxing under her touch. It was rare for him to feel this kind of release, this kind of care.

For the first time in a long while, Cole let himself close his eyes, allowing himself to just exist in the moment. He wasn’t the powerful, feared Mikaelson. He wasn’t the scheming, manipulative villain. In this room, with her, he was just a man—someone who was allowed to be cared for, to let go of the constant pressure that weighed on him.

Her fingers worked expertly, kneading the tension from his back, her touch slow and deliberate, each movement designed to ease his mind and body. She could feel his breathing steadying, the tension in his body unwinding, piece by piece.

Cole let out another breath, quieter this time, his lips slightly parted as his gaze shifted toward her. "You’re making it hard for me to pretend," he said softly, the words hanging between them.

She looked up at him, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good," she whispered. "You don’t have to pretend with me."

As the minutes passed, the room grew warmer, the air thick with the intimacy of the moment. She continued her soothing touch, her hands moving lower along his spine, massaging away the weight of his responsibilities, of his past, of the constant demands of being Cole Mikaelson.

Cole’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, as if he were still unsure of the softness he was experiencing. He wanted to push it away, to retreat back into the hard shell he had built around himself, but something in her eyes, something in the way she was so completely at ease with him, made him stay.

She met his gaze, her hands pausing for a moment. "You don’t always have to be the one in charge, Cole," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re allowed to let someone else take care of you, to take care of us."

The words lingered in the air, and for the first time in a long while, Cole allowed himself to believe them. He had been so afraid of weakness, so afraid of losing control, but with her, he could feel that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let go.

Without saying another word, he leaned forward, his lips pressing against hers in a soft, almost tentative kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—one that conveyed all the things they hadn’t said, all the feelings they hadn’t yet voiced.

As they pulled apart, Cole rested his forehead against hers, his breathing still slow and steady. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, her hand gently brushing through his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands. "You don’t have to thank me, Cole. I’ll always be here, taking care of you. No pretenses, no games. Just us."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Cole allowed himself to believe it. With her by his side, he didn’t have to be the villain. He didn’t have to be the cold, calculated Mikaelson. He could just be Cole, the man who was loved, even in his most vulnerable moments.

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Cg!Wanda Maximoff × little!fem!reader moodboard

What if...Wanda wasn't consumed by the darkhold?

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

[naturesapphic]

mommy alcina x little reader celebrating Halloween little reader is so excited since her mommy is already a vampire and so she’s dressed as a baby bat I can totally see alcina call her little girl baby bat!🖤🦇

Baby Bat

Mommy!alcina dimitrescu x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff :) (I apologize this came out so late but I wanted to go ahead and post it now)

Halloween/fall masterlist

Today was Halloween and you were so excited for this year! Your girlfriend alcina who was also your caregiver, is a vampire which makes Halloween a special time of year. You knew alcina was insecure about the creature she is but you absolutely love it and for this year you wanted to show her how much you do.

You got her daughters to help you make a cute little bat costume for you and you were so excited to wear it and show your mommy. It was Halloween and you carefully got out of the arms of your mommy and went to the bathroom where the costume was at and slipped it on. You carefully went out the bathroom door and hurried to bela’s room where the other two dimitrescu sisters were. They hurriedly put some cute little makeup on you and told you to hurry back to the room before alcina notices that you’re gone.

You tip toed back into the room and noticed that alcina was stirring in y’all’s bed, signaling that she was waking up. You stifled an excited giggle and waited until she was completely awake before you showed her. Alcina slowly sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes and they furrowed as she looked over to your side and found it empty. “Boo!” You yelled and alcina eyes widen as she looks at the foot of the bed and find you dressed up as a bat with some dark makeup on your face.

“My oh my! What a delightful surprise! My baby dressed up as a bat!” Alcina said in a happy high pitched voice that made you giggle happily. “Wes! Mommy is vampire an I wan to be likes mommy sos I dresses ups wike a bats” you babbled to her and she got out of bed and swiftly came over to you. Alcina picked you up and put you in the air and started to make you fly around. You started to giggle and flap your imaginary wings as you pretended to be a bat.

Alcina held you up in the air for a bit longer until she had to put you down because you were asking her too. “Cans we watch’s movies all days an eats candy’s mommy?!” You plead and she nods her head. “But! We can’t eat too much candy or else our bellies will hurt play Angel? And we need to eat regular food too.” She instructed and you nodded your head fast. “Otays mommy!” You said as you took her hand and the two of you went downstairs and spent the rest of Halloween watching movies and eating, along with her three daughters. Best Halloween ever!

A/n: sorry that this took so long to get out but thank you anon for the request and I hope you like it! I hope everyone else liked it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! More fics and stories to come! :)

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | The Sandman - Dream x Listener SFW Calling To Dream When You're Regressed

[M4A] [Established platonic or romantic relationship] [Regression comfort (left vague as to whether it's age regression or pet regression)] [Left vague enough that the listener can you or Hob]

I'm so happy Dream was finally requested again, I love doing his voice so much, something about voicing him just makes me excited and perhaps gender euphoric. Based on a Patreon request. Not That Eli asked "I would love to see a Dream regression audio, whether little, or puppy, or kitten (hello, king of cats!)". AceofHearts asked"A regression audio with Dream 💞 I bet he could make the listener feel so small and safe if they were regressed in the Dreaming."

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[goldenstarprincesses]

ok ok I like and prefer older brother America

But i love and am obsessed with older sister America