#little! reader

[lynnslittlelife]

Hii!!!💗💗 I don't usually do requests but here goes nothing 😅

Could I get a Daddy! Lucifer with a little! shy! fem reader where Luci is helping them fall asleep (let's be honest, they both need some sleep 😂, also idk if you're ok with bottle feeding, it's totally ok if you don't want to add that ) Also, if you could use the nicknames Little one, Sweetheart and Pumpkin that would be greatly appreciated 😊 (It's ok if you don't want to) (Also also, I know this might be a bit OOC for Lucifer, but if you add him baby talking to the reader, that would be cool too 😅 again, 100% ok if you don't want to)

I feel I requested too much 😭😅 I apologize in advanced

I promise, you didn't request too much at all! I really enjoy writing these little space stories, and that's a really cute concept! I feel special you don't do requests often! Hopefully I did your idea justice, and thank you for reaching out and requesting this from me ^^ I kept the baby talk a little softer? Not as much of it but there's still definitely some traces of it in there.

Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this soft moment with Lucifer!

Word Count: 1,145

Lucifer was sitting at his desk, trying not to doze off. He had too much to do, and sleep could wait. Sure he was tired, but the sooner he got this work done…the sooner he could fall asleep with you in his arms. Though that thought fell off, when he saw you run into his room in your favorite little outfit. You were cradling your stuffie in your hand, and you had your pacifier in your mouth. 

You seemed confident running into his room just a few seconds ago, but it seemed to fade as you looked down at the ground and walked up to him slowly. Reaching out and taking one of his fingers in your hand, you looked at him fully. The words you wanted to say didn't make any sense. The sentences weren’t forming right, so instead you tugged lightly on his finger and made a small “da” sound. You huffed, and tried to think of what you wanted, but just kept repeating the same sound over and over again behind the pacifier. 

Lucifer immediately set his pen down, spinning the chair slightly to fully face you. He looked at the clock, and raised his free hand to pat your head. “What are you still doing up, pumpkin?” His hand continued to pat your head, only to slowly rub circles on the back of your neck. He knew it was soothing to you, and the realization clicked. He sighed, “I’m sorry to make you wait up for me. I’m proud of you for coming to get me. But we need to make sure you get good rest.” 

You pouted firmly, and shook your head no, but Lucifer wasn’t typically one to take no for an answer…not when it came to your mental wellbeing. He scooped you up in his arms, and made his way to your little room. All the brothers knew it was there, and sometimes even came to visit you while you played with your various toys or coloring books. It had a bed, with an extension to make it seem like an oversized crib. But it was exactly what you and daddy wanted…it helped keep you in little space without worries, and even if you did worry? Daddy and all your bubbas were there to help. 

When he sat you down on the bed, he rubbed your cheek with one of his hands, and tucked you in. The second he pulled away, you shoved the blanket off and grabbed his arm. It effectively stopped him, and he turned to you with a faint smile. “You need your rest, sweetheart.” But he didn’t move to pull away, and instead let you hold his arm as he sat down next to you. “Are you not tired enough yet?” He grinned, and moved his arm so that you were holding his hand instead of his arm. 

You shook your head no, and a couple tears welled in your eyes at the thought of him leaving. He didn’t know what you needed! But how did you say it? You huffed, and only leapt towards him so he had to fully hold you in his arms. An embarrassed blush was on your cheeks, now knowing the words you needed to say…but it was too hard to say it. You didn’t wanna be needy! Asking for stuff was so hard sometimes…

Daddy seemed to read your mind, though. He was always really good at that. “Ah, I see. It’s okay, let me go, just for a second. I’ll stay right where you can see me, I just need to grab your bottle…okay?” He spoke softly, and rubbed the couple of tears you had off your face. But he was patient, and waited for your answer before standing to grab your bottle with your favorite sleepy time drink in it. 

You made grabby hands at him, both wanting his cuddles and the bottle. It made him let out a soft chuckle, and he eased you over so he could rest beside you. He was sitting up, and lifted you to cradle into his chest. One arm was wrapped around your back and side to keep you steady, and the other was holding your bottle. From here, you could nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder and slowly close your eyes from how comfortable it was. It was a familiar position, and you nearly fell asleep right there. But you really were hungry…

Lucifer smiled, and took your pacifier out of your mouth, only to give you the bottle. He held it even, not letting too much of the drink spill out as you slowly drank it. While doing so, he rocked you slightly, and spoke quietly. “You don’t have to wait for dada anymore. He’s right here. He’s got you, and you’re safe.” He tilted his head slightly as you cradled yours into his neck, providing even more comfort. “Daddy’s sorry he had so much work to do, he’s here for you now.” His words were unusually soft, and the smile on his face was tender, genuine. He really was so happy to have you, just as much as you loved to have him. 

You yawned around the bottle, and he pulled it away from you until you reached for it back. His free hand rubbed your back in circles, he hummed softly as he decided to soothe you to sleep with his voice too. “Do you know what daddy loves about you?” He whispered, and you briefly stopped drinking when he spoke. Wasting no time, he answered for you. “Everything. Your smile, your big space, your little space. Everything. I even love how ticklish my baby is riiiiight here.” He reached over to your ticklish spot, and when you jerked away slightly he chuckled. “Don’t worry. My baby needs sleep right now, no tickle fights.” 

He sighed, and your eyes shut tight as you smiled. The bottle was almost gone, but you couldn’t focus on drinking anymore. Lucifer held you tightly through this, and slowly and carefully maneuvered you both until you were resting on top of him. You had one hand curled to your chest with a stuffie, and the other resting on his chest. Lucifer even blinked, yawning himself. Maybe it was a good thing you came and got him. Sure, he had work to do. But you always have been, and always will be his priority. 

While he wasn’t immediately expecting to fall asleep after feeding you, he couldn’t help but do so. He only managed to mutter one more sentence before he drifted off with you. It came out as barely a whisper, but in the sweetest tone anyone would have ever heard from Lucifer himself. It really only goes to show how much he cares about you as much as he says he does. 

“Daddy loves you so much, little one.”

[ace-of-gay]

Tiny for today

Loki x little! reader

Warnings: age regression, little names like baby, tiny. Caregiver name like daddy, (i think thats honestly the only one)

Items like stuffies and paci, bottle. Reader regresses to newborn headspace

No weight, skin color, or gender mentioned.

Age regression is a coping mechanism if you dont like it please dont read it or educate yourself on the topic but please be respectful

Any hate will be deleted

Waking up doe eyed and deep in your headspace, loki knows immediately just from the glance you give him, turning the lights lower so not to hurt his sweet baby's eyes, he walks over, putting in full effort to keep a kind gentle demeanor, “good morning my dovey, were tiny today aren’t we?” He questions, knowing hes not going to get an answer.

“Yes, I believe we are, which means it’s a daddy and baby day hm?”

He would be lying if he said this want one of his favorite types of regressions you do, he doesn’t get to see his little one like this all that often, the sweet sparkly eyes are a given, those alone have him wrapped around your finger, hes at your beck and call or more so your babble and cry but right now the sweet gentle hold of your eyes to his approach, “yes, indeed, a divine rainy day for daddy and his little star” he coos at you, running his supple hand over your cheek, cherishing every ounce of adoration his heart could feel in the wake of your smile.

A small tiny babble of pure love and wanting to feel him hold you, he took this with immediate understanding, as you move your arms somewhat aimlessly he helps loosens you from the blanket so you don’t accidentally bend your arms or hands in a way that would strain or pull on them funny.

Lifting you into his arms, holding you chest to chest with him as he grabs a paci from the bedside table and your stuffy from the bed, he carries you to the living room a bounce in his step to soothe you and a hum in his chest, he knew you loved this he would make sure to have one of your hands above his chest so you could feel the vibrations of the sweet thrum of his voices resonation in his chest just for you.

Laying you gently on the couch he holds your stuffy above you to boop your nose with its nose, making kissy sounds as he taps the stuffys nose against your smiley cheeks and sweet delicate nose, he lays the stuffy atop your chest where your little hands could easily grasp it, he turns to move the coffee table to the side of the room, going into the closet, pulling out the padding mat your favorite blankie for when you’re tiny and a few other things, making a comfy little place on the floor for you, much safer than having you somewhere you could fall.

After transferring you to the little nest as he called it he gave you your paci turning on comforting calm music and going to the kitchen to make himself tea and you a warm bottle of milk, keeping his eyes on you as he does this.

When he returns to you he sets his tea aside wanting to make sure you got your bottle first since you couldn’t quite tell him when you needed food or drink he wanted to make sure you weren’t neglected in your needs, holding you gently in his arms making sure you were comfy in his arms before he goes to take your paci but you trill in soft baby giggles when you refuse to let him take it.

“Oh silly baby, someone’s being mischievous and its not me for once, can daddy take your paci? I have a bottle of warm yummy milk for my baby” to which you allow him to take the paci cause I mean what little one would pass up a yummy bottle in the morning.

Hes full of adoration, especially when you suckle on the bottle so intently with half lidded eyes, like it took all of you to just do the small things and that’s perfectly fine with him, its what hes here for, hes here to take care of his baby, hes honored that you trust him with you in such a vulnerable state.

After your bottle and all related in that he takes small comforting sips from his tea before pulling out one of his many books, it didn’t matter what he read aloud so long as it was appropriate, his favorite writings were old poems of sweet rotations of love how it be that planets circle the sun in a dance that with their gravity pulls causing the star to dance from a tiny wobble. One hand holding the book and his other running through your hair, today was about his little one, making sure to keep you happy and calm, he’d plant every tree on earth in light of the sun and down of the rain if it meant he could see your smile everyday the way he sees it right now.

[baby-fics]

"Could you do a fic of the lost boys (David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko) with a little who wont/ can't settle. Crying whenever they're put down to sleep. What would they do?"

(As someone who loves the lost boys more than anything, Absolutely yes I can. They're like my biggest comfort characters, hope y'all like this! Forgive me if it's awkward, I haven't written a fic in a hot minute!)

It's Sunrise, Bedtime of Course!☀️

(CW: Descriptions of bugs and creepy crawlies, hurt/comfort I think?, minor angst.)

Arms reached around you while you were drawing on the floor, picking you up and peppering kisses over your face.

"Pauley I was drawing!" You said while giggling.

"Sorry sweets boss says it's bedtime.." The giggles stopped and you pouted at Paul.

"But can't we just stay up for a little bit? Please? I'm not even tired!" The puppy eyes you used were lethal, so to resist Paul put you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When you saw David standing right behind him.

"Sorry baby cakes, suns coming up soon. Don't worry, we'll do something fun tomorrow night okay?" David took you from Paul and headed deeper into the cave to join your Daddies for bedtime.

You started to get fussy and fidgety, something didn't feel right.. all of the boys would be sleeping above you... But you'd be all alone, in this spooky cave with things that skitter, in the dark, by yourself. Youve only just recently moved in with them, still getting used to its charms. Feeling smaller and more afraid, you tried to leave David's arms and go back.

"Woah babycakes, bedtime! Why you being fussy?" he said with tiredness and sternness in his voice, holding onto you securely. You tried to speak, but the words just weren't there- so you did the next best thing. You started to cry, you were frustrated and a little scared, being alone even if they would be less than 20 feet above you.

Dwayne and Marko, who were setting up your nest and getting one of Marko's shirts for you to sleep in, dropped what they were doing and went over to you. All of the boys were now confused as to what was wrong, which was even more stressful!

The only work you felt like you knew how to say was "No!" So you just held onto David as tight as you could and repeatedly said "No" while crying. The boys were confused, you were okay a second ago! David tried to set you down but you just clung harder to him. David is a smart boy and so is Dwayne, once you did that they shared a knowing glance. Heading behind David, Dwayne put a cool hand on your face to get your attention,

"Would you feel better if we stayed baby?" Dwayne said caressing your cheek with his thumb. With wide eyes you looked at Dwayne and quickly nodded your head, gripping onto the back of David's jacket.

"Oh honey... Why didn't you just say so? You know your daddies will always sleep with you if you want us to!" Marko cooed to you joining Dwaynes side. They frowned when they saw their effort of cheering you up just made you curl into David's embrace more, to which he tightened his own grip, rubbing soft circles with his leather clad hand.

They walked over to the nest, the baby bat still hanging on to their covens leader. Refusing to let go until all of them, David included, promised they would stay with you tonight. To which they did, offering a pinkie promise that they couldn't break. Then the tears began to slow, letting yourself be put down as long as they stayed close by. Calming down knowing they would be right here, never having to go to sleep in an empty bed again.

You put your sleeve in your mouth when Paul approached with one of their band shirts and a black paci you had gotten online. He gently grabbed your hand and saw the doe eyed, spacey look in your eyes and knew you were absolutely babyspaced right now.

"How about you trade me sugar," which caught your interest, nodding your head and shaking your sleeve along with it, laughing Paul gently tugged your wrist saying, "How about you give me this so we can get you into Daddy's shirt, and you can use your paci? How's that sound?"

You slowly let your sleeve go so Daddy could give you the paci and help you into the shirt, which makes you whine and tear up again. Being changed is your least favorite part of bedtime... Before you could start crying Paul quickly put your shirt on and wiped your eyes attacking you with kisses and bringing you to the bed. Marko looks over and joins you, sandwiching you between him and Paul.

With Dwayne jumping onto the pile and settling on using you as his stuffed animal. David joined the outside of the pile, propping his head up as he watched his little family. He reached his hand over Marko and caressed your face as your eyes began to close.

"Don't worry, nobody's going anywhere. We'll be here when you wake up, okay? Sleep well little one." David said then he blew out the candle that illuminated the cave and each of them drifted to sleep with the pull of the sun, with you feeling safe in their arms knowing your Daddies weren't going anywhere. ☀️

[trashland-llamas]

Appa

Soap not being on leave at the same time as Ghost for once and so he’s at home taking care of their little one. They’re trying so hard to stay up to see their appa home. ‘Hun, he’s not going to be back for a few hours.’ Soap hates it too, the waiting. Being one of those saps that lived by a bunch of sayings. ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ ‘Worrying only makes you suffer twice.’ Not that they helped but he tried. Frowning as he heard them whine.

‘How about we get some sleep? It’ll make the hour pass by quicker.’

‘But what if I miss him?’ Small enough that they lacked object permanence. Soap not being any better with his ADHD. Often forgetting one sippy, making another, then finding the forgotten one. ‘Simon would wake you up.’ Pouting, they relented. Soap guiding them through the motions, verbally checking off the list as he went. ‘Teeth brush? Check. Pajamas? Check. Nightlight on? Check…’ Falling asleep as Soap read from the worn children’s book his little explosive picked.

Simon walked in four hours later, dropping his bag on the door mat. His gear and balaclava soon following suit, this time in the mud room. Silently tiptoeing through the house towards the little’s bedroom. ‘Huh, must be in Johnny’s.’

His heart cooing at the sight of his husband, their little curled up on Johnny’s chest, paci clipped to their shirt. The discarded book bookmarked by his face. Double checking the flash wasn’t on as he snapped a few photos. ‘Appa!!’

[yelenasdiary]

could i request little!reader comfort. maybe lost someone close, and has gone non-verbal. or doesn’t fully understand that the person is gone? if anything makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to write it. i just need little!reader reads

Little Hope

Pairing: WandaNat x Little! Reader

Summary: Wanda & Nat help you understand that your older sibling has passed away. 

Comfort | Angst | Mentions of Death of a Loved One | 1.2K | 

Translations from Russian & Serbian: detka (baby), malo ljubavi (little love), draga (darling), 

AC: This is my first time writing for Little! Reader, I hope this is okay! If I have said anything that is wrong or incorrect, please don’t hesitate you send me a ask or message.

"Y/n, honey, can please stop playing for a moment?" Wanda spoke softly as she and Natasha stood in the door frame of your playroom. Nat slowly reached for Wand's hand for comfort, knowing this wasn't going to be easy. They just got news that your older sibling had just passed away from a workplace accident and were asked if it would be okay if they delivered the news to you. Both women knew this wasn't going to be easy, you were so close with your older brother and Wanda knew that pain you were about to endure. 

You looked up at the two women and smiled softly, no words were spoken as they entered and sat down on the floor. Natasha sat beside you while Wanda sat in front of you, it was a little odd the way they were acting. 

"Wrong?" you asked with a frown. 

Wanda looked at Natasha before she looked back at you, Nat gently placed her hand on top of yours and shuffled closer. "Honey, it's about your brother" Wanda spoke once more. You looked at her and frowned even more, "malo ljubavi, he passed away from an accident that happened at work" she added. The room filled with silence as both Wanda and Nat watched as if the news of your brother's death went completely over your head. 

Slowly you moved your hand away from Nat and resumed to the colored blocks you were playing with before your care givers came in. "Detka, do you understand what Mommy means?" Natasha asked as she watched you continue playing. Your favorite plushie, a cupcake squishmallow sat beside you, it was one thing you couldn't do without. You took it everywhere you could, it brought you much needed comfort when you needed it and right now, that was all you wanted. You reached for the plushie and hugged it tightly as tears filled your eyes. 

"Detka, it's okay" Natasha gently rubbed your back but even with your tears, not a word was spoken from you. Wanda noticed this quickly and worried for what was going on inside your little mind, she watched as you turned and crawled up into Natasha's lap while her arms wrapped around you before she began to gently rock back and forth. Wanda wanted nothing more than to hold you in this time of need, but she knew how much you normally ran to Natasha when you were sad or hurt. Nat was always able to kiss things better, but she knew this wasn't something Nat could fix.

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"They're taking a nap" Natasha came up behind her wife and pulled her close, "are you okay love?" she asked before placing a soft kiss on Wanda's cheek. "I'm worried" Wanda replied with a sigh, "They're okay love, it might take some time for the news to settle in" Nat assured the red head, but Wanda shook her head, "have they said a single word to you since?" she asked as she turned in Nat's arms. 

She also shook her head, "a few tears after you left the room then wanted to play before reading a book" Nat replied, "let's just see how they are when they wake up, okay?" she added earning a nod from Wanda. 

You woke up just before dinner, the smell of Wanda's cooking filled the house with love and warmth as you slowly made your way to the kitchen. "We go now?" you asked, making Wanda and Nat turn to you. "Go where darling?" Wanda asked as she turned the stove off. 

"To hospital" you replied with your cupcake plushie tightly tucked under one arm. Nat walked over to you and gently brushed your hair back. "Detka, why do we need to go to the hospital?" she asked as Wanda frowned with worry. "Bubba there" you pouted lightly as you looked up at your caregiver. Natasha looked between yours before Wanda came up behind her and kneeled to you. 

"Honey, Bubba is not at the hospital" she spoke. 

"Where is he? You say he hurt from work is he at the doctors?" You asked confused as to where your older brother was, worried for his wellbeing. 

"Oh, little one" Wanda reached for your hand and gently brushed her thumb over your knuckles, "Bubba is in heaven, darling" she added hoping this was a better way for you to understand. "We can go there? Make sure he okay" you replied, Wanda slowly shook her head. 

"No baby, we can't" 

"Why?" you stopped your foot harshly, "want to see bubba!" you demanded. 

"Detka" Natasha kneeled down beside Wanda. "Bubba!!" Tears filled your eyes, everything felt wrong and you didn't know what was going on. "I know you want to see him honey, but" Wanda paused for a moment as she remembered the feeling when her brother died, "no matter where he is, he is always with you. I promise you baby. Bubba, he died today little one" she explained. Natasha's free hand found Wanda's lower back and rubbed it up and down gently. 

"Die" you repeated as the news slowly registered with you. Soon the tears streamed freely down your soft cheeks before you allowed your little self to crash into Wanda's arms. "Bubba" you sobbed, dropping your cupcake plushie to wrap your arms around Wanda the best you could. "It's okay draga, mommy and mama are here" Wanda assured you, the warmth of her hug brought you comfort but it hurt deeply knowing you'd never see your brother again. 

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Dinner was a struggle, Wanda fed you in small pieces just to make sure you at least ate something. After dinner you climbed up onto the sofa and snuggled into Natasha's arms as Wanda put Bluey on for you to fall asleep too. You hadn't spoken a lot since before dinner but just being in your caregivers' arms assured you that you weren't alone. 

Natasha placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as you began to fall asleep shortly after Wanda had pressed play, the crying and sobbing had drained you of any small energy you had left for the evening. "I think we should sleep out here tonight" Wanda suggested when she noticed you were fast asleep in Nat's arms, your head resting peacefully on her chest, but your cheeks showed the dried stream of where your tears rolled. "I don't want them to wake up and feel scared" she added. 

"I was thinking the same" Natasha whispered, careful not to wake you. 

"I'll get the blankets and pillows, are you okay with them?" Wanda asked before Nat nodded slowly. While Wanda left the room, Nat gently stroked your back and faintly hummed a Russian lullaby as she kissed your forehead here and there keeping you asleep in her arms. "It'll be okay little one" she whispered just as Wanda returned, she threw a blanket over you and Nat before making herself a bed on the floor beside the two of you. 

Both of your caregivers knew it was going to be a long road for your little self to come to terms with the new reality but no matter how you were feeling, big or little, they were always there for you. Keeping you safe, warm and loved. Reminding you that you things will eventually be okay again, no matter how long it may take. They love you so much and they will never let you forget that.

[heartoreadallthequeerthingz]

Little Omega and Their Big Pack

Summary:

Reader is an Omega AND a Little. Natasha finds them when the Team raids an enemy base.

Avengers Pack + Maria Hill, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Littles are Known, Omegas have rights

Chapter 2: Cuddle time

Note: Sorry this is formatted like this, I got annoyed and just decided to post it.

Wanda POV

Yelena was practically vibrating in her seat when I lowered us onto the Jet. The only thing keeping her from sprinting over to us was Nat’s quiet rumble.

It was so soft it sounded like almost like a purr but it got the message across. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was trying to cover up her purr, big softy.

Y/n had burrowed into her shoulder, their paci gently brushing Nat’s neck as it bobbed slowly in their mouth.

She did go and sit down next to her on the couch though. The omega scooted as close as possible to the pair. I chuckled and made my way to Nat’s other side. Yelena set her laptop down and angled it so I could see Rizzoli and Isles too.

“Why aren’t the doctor and the cop dating?”

“They don’t want the gays to be happy.”

“Ah.”

I noticed Nat taking long blinks as she leaned back getting comfy. Yelena and I made eye contact before I smirked. Yelena grabbed Nat’s shoulders and I grabbed her legs. She grumbled slightly and Yelena let out a displeased chuff that quietened her. We gently maneuvered Nat so her head was resting in her sister’s lap and her legs were on mine. We then both started to purr softly.

“I know what you’re doing” Nat said with a sleepy glare.

Yelena just continued to purr and started to run her hands through Nat’s hair gently as the Widow pouted. Despite her resistance soon enough she was napping with our Little.

Yelena's POV

They’re sooooo cute! I wanna wake them up but lil omega’s probably exhausted, also Nat would kill me. I'm not scared of her but Wanda is very scary when she's mad. We have a Little!!! Aaaaand they’re an omega! I’m not the only one in the tower anymore! Peter is here sometimes but he usually stays with Tony and Pepper, it’s not the same. I wonder if they’d want to make a nest!

————Time Skip to Landing———————

Wanda’s POV

“Wake up Gorgeous we gotta make cookies!” I said quietly as I gently squeezed Nat’s leg and released my scent softly.

Nat grumbled and nuzzled her face against the top of y/n’s, eyes still closed. My heaaaaaart. I continued to nudge Nat in the leg as the rest of the team except Yelena left the Jet.

“It’s my turn to hold them” Yelena huffed and carefully went to grab y/n while releasing her own calming scent.

I held my breath as Nat shifted and green eyes flickered open. Sleepy eyes narrowed at Yelena’s hands and I stifled a giggle.

“Come on you have to make cookies, I can take them” Yelena said whining quietly.

Nat just stared for a minute, eyes flickering between y/n and Yelena. She huffed quietly,

“Fine. But don’t wake them up and take them to our floor please.” The spy said grumpily.

Yelena grinned and carefully lifted the younger omega into her arms. Y/n shifted slightly, seeming to take in Yelena’s forest scent before relaxing with their nose pressed close to her neck. Nat was just laying there and pouting. Yelena began to purr happily as she swayed gently while hugging y/n close. The older Widow’s lip quirked.

Yelena’s POV

My baby omega. They smell like pie! I love pie, they’re so sweet-I’m never putting them down. I nodded at Wanda and Nat before adjusting y/n in my grip and carefully getting off the Jet.

I made my way up to Wanda, Nat, and I’s floor, which I’m assuming y/n will join as well. I paused for a second before letting my omega instincts pull me to the nesting room on our floor. I gently kneeled down and lay y/n in the middle of the California King, on top of some pillows and a super soft blanket.

I then began to carefully gather pillows and blankets from around the bed. All of a sudden I smelled a small spike of nervousness from the Little Omega. My head shot up to see y/n sleepily rubbing their eyes and peeking at me through their hands.

“Hey hey, it’s alright. I’m Yelena Nat’s sister but you can call me Yeezy if you want. Nat and Wanda are downstairs making you cookies like they promised. I’m sure they’ll be done soon.” I saw their eyes brighten at the mention of cookies, same dog saaaaame.

Y/n seemed to perk up when I mentioned Nat and they moved their hands out of their face. I continued to quietly arrange the nest, not wanting to scare them. I smiled slightly as I felt them shuffle a little closer. I could see them leaning towards me with their thumb in their mouth.

“Whatcha doin?” I heard a quiet voice mumble shyly.

“I’m making a nest,” I replied, the Little was eyeing the blankets curiously.

“Would you like to help me?” I asked softly. They nodded and took their thumb out of their mouth.

I held out a soft pillow to them and they grasped it hesitantly. I continued to shift things slowly as to not spook them. After a minute of them still not moving I paused and turned to face them, crossing my legs.

“Have you made a nest before?” I asked quietly.

“N-no I s-sowwy” they said fiddling with the pillow and looking down.

“It’s okay little pie! I’ll show you! Omegas like to nest when they have the materials available. You can put the blankies and pillows wherever you want! We’re just trying to make it as cozy as we can.” Y/n continued to watch me quietly before shifting to set the pillow I gave them down.

I smiled and set more blankets and pillows between us, continuing to work. I watched y/n in my perepheral as they became more comfortable with placing things. I started to let out a quiet purr, slowly increasing in volume. I could see the rest of the tension leave y/n’s body. They began to place things more enthusiastically.

“What’s your favorite kind of cookie?”

“Ch-choc Chip!!!!!”

“A classic. I like snickerdoodles!”

“Sn-sni ka oodles?”

“Snickerdoodles!”

“Oodles!!!”

“Sure oodles it is!”

“Yee?” awww they’re trying to use my nickname!

“Yes munchkin?"

“Milk too?”

“Yes little pie I’m sure they’ll bring milk too that’s a necessity.”

We finished the nest and sat back to look at our work.

“Well what do you think Baby Yeezy? Is our nest ready?” I asked my baby omega.

Y/n got up, using my shoulder to steady themself, and slowly walked around the nest with their hands on their hips. Their brows were furrowed in focus, and I tried not to coo as y/n popped their thumb in their mouth (we definitely gotta get them some pacifiers). They circled slowly before taking their thumb out of their mouth and looking at me seriously.

“Is good!”

“Wonderful, how do some cartoons sound?” I asked, grabbing the remote when they nodded eagerly.

We sat next to each other in the nest with some space between us. I could tell y/n wanted to cuddle but was too nervous by the way they kept inching closer and glancing at me.

Fuck it. I scooped them up quickly and rocked them slightly before setting them down in between my legs. They were giggling softly through the interaction and let out a full belly laugh when I gently tickled their tummy.

The room flooded with her pie scent, smelling like it was freshly baked. Joy, I hope.

[colorfulpuppystarfish]

Looking for Request and ideas

[agerefandomrambles]

Cg Jack Skellington comforting an overwhelmed/overstimulated little?

Cg! Jack Skellington

First things first, he's autistic in my brain

^ therefore, he already owns ALL the sensory tools

Did an activity with you where you decorated your own noise cancelling headphones

Really good at reading your needs

Not great with crying

Absolutely fantastic with distractions

Carries your little gear + sensory tools with him wherever he goes

Writes your name on all of your gear, just in case

Obviously, all your gear is either Christmas or Halloween themed

Has a sensory room in his house

[outlandish-dreamer]

Stormy Night

Pairings: Caregiver! Wendy Darling x Little! Reader

Summary: You wake up regressed and scared in the middle of the night to a thunder storm. Wendy, however, is there to help and takes care of you.

Warnings: Not much really. Just nicknames, general anxiety, and thunderstorms. Nothing major :3

A/N: So, no one at all asked for this, but I wanted to do it after making my headcanons for this sort of thing. IDK, I was just bored xD

(Gender Neutral Reader)

The sound of rain splattering against the window and a gentle lullaby from the music box next to the bed. You’re not quite sure how you got there, the night before was just a faint memory in the back of your head. What you do know however, is that that was the best night of sleep you’ve had in a dangerously long time. Rubbing your eyes, you wrap your blanket securely around you before climbing out of bed. 

You get up to look out the window, shocked to see that it’s still dark outside. The only light being the fireplace in the corner of the nursery. Worriedly, you turn your head to see if anyone was here in the darkness with you. When you couldn’t see anyone, the storm and dark room threatened to consume you. It sucked waking up regressed like this. And you were no stranger to it either. Most nights when you felt small entailed either sleeping the whole time, or waking up shaken from a nightmare. You hated how you felt as if you couldn’t do anything to help it. 

And here you are, in the middle of a storm in a dark room all alone.The feeling of helplessness, fear, and loneliness came over you and as much as you hated yourself for it, you began to cry. 

*************

From the other room, Wendy stirred from her reading and tilted her head in confusion. She stood up and went to see, something felt off and she could hear a noise from across the hall. Gently opening the door to her brother's room, she looked to see that both were still dead asleep. Smiling to herself, she shut the door and was left with one other spot. 

The nursery. 

A crack of thunder rang from the roof to her ears, making her jump in surprise. She shuddered, wondering how anyone could sleep through such a noise. As she walked up the steps to the first door on the right, she pressed her ear to it to make sure she wasn’t just hearing things. Her suspicions were proved correct when she heard not just anyone…

But you. And not just that, but her dear friend. A friend that she was so grateful to have in her life for being there for her through… everything. 

*************

“Y/N, are you alright?” Wendy asks in a soft voice, moving to turn on the lamp next to the bookcase. 

You look up and nod shyly, wiping the few stray tears that had fallen. A small part of you was relieved to have her there, but you also felt ashamed to have disturbed her. It was the middle of the night and you felt like you should’ve just gone back to bed instead of being a baby. 

She walks over and sits down next to you on the floor. She turns to face you and her features soften in concern. She exhales sharply and reaches out her hand on your shoulder. 

“Is the thunder scaring you?” 

You turn around to face her and try to shake your head before nodding yes. Your lip quivers and look at the floor before she pulls you in for a hug. 

“Oh, my love.” She whispers while holding you tightly. “It’s okay to be scared, really. I’m here.” 

You sigh and silently cry into her shoulder. You didn’t know how to say it right now, but you were just really happy she was here. She always knew just what to do and what to say. She never made you feel like a burden for feeling small sometimes, and right now was a direct example of that. 

The both of you stayed like that for a while. Once you feel the last of your tears fall, you sniffle and smile at Wendy. 

“Th-thank you..” 

Wendy pulls away from the rug and instead wipes your face with the pad of her thumb. She laughs lightly and tilts her head, not to patronize you, but to show you she cares. 

“Of course, dear. You don’t need to thank me, it’s no trouble at all.” She looks into your eyes and grabs your hand to reassure you. “I promise.”

Another clap of thunder shook the house with a flash of lightning, making the both of you jump. She winced at the loud noise and turned back towards you. “I know the storm’s really scary, so how about this? Do you want me to stay here with you, or do you want to go back to my room? It’s much further from the roof, so it won’t be as loud there.” She asks gently. 

You think about your options for a minute after calming down. Both sounded pretty nice, but you really didn’t want to stay in here. Since you were so close to the roof of the house, the storm was much louder and harder to ignore. “Go with you..please?” You whisper. 

Wendy smiled endearingly and took your hand in hers to help you stand up. “Well it’s settled then, come on darling.” With that, she held your hand and the two of you walked down the stairs and down the hall to her room. 

*****(The End, for now at least <3)*****

(Credit goes to @little-lost-girl-of-neverland for the DNI banner :D)

[lynnslittlelife]

I've never requested something so sorry if none of this makes sense. Can you do alastor from hazbin hotel x male little please. You can decide the plot (or whatever it's called I'm not that creative sorry)

I'm happy you requested from me!!! No need to apologize ^~^ it's a safe place here! I love Hazbin, especially Alastor so it was fun to write for him! I don't write male readers much on any of my pages, so it was a fun little (pun intended) challenge! Hope you enjoy ^~^

Word Count: 1,101

You waited very impatiently for you dada to come home. When he met you, you made a deal. He saw your soul, and knew it was different than a lot of others down here. He was intrigued, and ended up spending more time with you until he figured out what made you different. It didn’t take him long, he was a very clever demon. You were a little, but he had grown a soft spot for you…at least…as soft as he could manage. 

Your deal was that he would be the only one to see you. Aside from the other demons who served under him in his home. In turn, they served under you as well. But when at all possible, you had to stay in your room until he was home. He knew you could be sensitive, after all…hell was no place for a child. Despite being physically older, you weren’t always as old as you looked. Alastor knew this, and did everything in his power to keep you safe. 

You colored, and rolled around in bed with your favorite stuffies, but you wanted dada to come home! Being little alone wasn’t TERRIBLE but it was far from ideal. Dada always left you a lot of things to keep you busy while he was gone, but it wasn’t ever enough. He had been gone for weeks! WEEKS! You couldn’t wait to hear his stories and what he’s been up to in the extensive amount of time he was gone. He did have good stories all the time, and when you were big some of them seemed outlandish, but little? Anything was possible. 

Luckily you heard the front door open, and bolted out of your room to try and go meet him. He had been gone for so long! How were you supposed to entertain yourself for THAT long?!?! The other smaller demons were too scared to really play with you, in fear of what he’d do! So he was the only one you could really even play with! He didn’t “play” too much, but he did watch you play and make comments. Sometimes even compliments, about your drawings or toy piles. Anything really. 

When he was barely even in the door, you jumped at him. He caught you, of course, and let out his laughter. Not an evil laughter, but more genuine of one. He didn’t laugh like that a lot, but relatively frequently around you. He held you close to him, and carried you all the way to your room. He patted your head, having no problem with carrying you with only one arm. 

“Hello there, little one. Have you missed me?” It was rhetorical, because he knew no matter how long he’d be gone you’d always miss him. He admitted to you once or twice, how he felt as if you gave him another purpose in the after life. Made him feel special, and wanted, simply by being yourself around him. Allowing him to take care of someone else, something he never cared to do when he was alive. 

“Yes! Missed you so much dada!” You giggled and tried to hug him as tight as you could, but it was far less than what was needed to actually break or even hurt the demon. “You was gone for forever!” You giggled even more when he kicked the door shut with his foot and set you down next to the drawing you were making before he came back. 

“My dearest little boy…I was only gone for a few hours.” He chuckled and knelt down beside you to see your drawing. “Ah! Would this happen to be a gift for me?” He picked it up and examined it, before pinning it to the wall with many of your other drawings. It was more of a display wall than anything, almost exclusively used for your drawings. Though you had so many, you might have to get another wall just for that. 

“Hours? No! Weeks and weeks!” You said and pouted, crossing your arms. “Where did go?” You stopped pouting and instead stood up and ran up to him to pull him into another hug. “Stories?” Always wanting to hear about his latest adventures. Even if he would never tell you about some of the gorey details, when demons decided to test his limits. Some demons just had no common sense, and tried to push the buttons of the infamous radio demon. 

So he told you tales of his adventures, and you listened to each and every word. Whether they were true or not, was up for debate. Like the daughter of hell? Starting a hotel to redeem sinners? You didn’t believe it up to a point. But eventually he gave enough details about it, that it had to be true! If that was possible, he said he’d like you to try. But not until he had solid proof. 

“But…dada…you come too, right?” You seemed scared, not wanting to imagine “living” without him. It didn’t sound like he was coming, and that didn’t help your fears at all. “No leave without dada!” You scooted closer to the bed he sat on from where you sat on the floor. He looked to be his usual carefree self, but there was something more behind those eyes of his. 

“You see, little boy…I’m not made for heaven. You, however…are. You’re kind, pure, and how you ended up here I’ll never know.” He picked you up with ease and sat you on his lap. “I plan to stay here, and you’ll go somewhere much better. A kinder place. You’ll be happy, and safe there.” He secured his arms around you so you wouldn’t fall, but that was the least of your concerns right now. 

“No! I happy with dada!” You were trying not to cry, and when he saw that expression he melted just a bit. “Stay here with you!” He was already close to you, but you tried to make it even closer still. “No leave you! No…no no.” You shook your head before resting it in the crook of his neck. 

He smiled, and thought for a moment before saying, “No. It’s alright, I won’t leave you. Not now, and not ever. Down here I can make sure you’re safe.” He rubbed your back to soothe you. “If anyone touches you…” His voice turned to a deep static, and you couldn’t see it with your face buried, but symbols and waves of his power crashed around you. “You're my little boy, and I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. You’re safe with me.” 

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

[baby-fics]

CG! Vampire Coven All together🩷🩶💚 CW: Panic Attacks, Negative Regression (minor mentions of both)

🩷Mona, Alexei, and Frances are not familiar with age regression, so most likely you would be met with confusion when they find a paci or teether in your bag, but no malice. Just love and wanting to understand.

🩶 They've been alive for varying levels of time, so age is more of a construct at this point. So then finding out that you go to the safe, child-like parts of life, it makes sense to them. They just need to learn what childhood is for themselves again when learning to help you in your regression.

💚 Maybe your regression at first was watching cartoons and coloring stick figures with a paci in your mouth, no- now that your coven knows they're taking you to zoos, museums, toy stores, parks, anywhere.

🩷They would probably help you lean into those child like behaviors, getting excited and stimming at an aquarium exhibit. Teaching you to bring back the behaviors that were trained out of you, and in turn they re-learn that whimsical innocence they lost decades ago.

🩶They will get good at knowing your little tells eventually. Maybe your voice gets higher, you sway and rock on your feet, your eyes and body wander absently, you fidget more, etc. They know your tells, and they will always subtly encourage you and make you feel safe to slip around them.

💚Frances is always encouraging his brave baby to explore. If his baby wants to climb and run, he'll be there to catch you and always there to kiss your boo-boos. Being an adventurous baby is difficult work!

🩷 Mona is always making you giggle by covering your face in endless kisses. She has a dedicated spot for you in her studio, where she can work on her designs and see her sweet baby curled up on the cushions with a stuffie.

🩶 Alexei is quiet and enjoys hearing what stories and plotlines you have for your dolls or stuffies. He's crafty, you'll always have a snack while you play and if you need something new for your dolls he'll make it, you only need to ask.

💚 Alexei loves to hold you in a blanket fort while you color and likes when you ask him what colors you should use (even if you don't use his suggestions)

🩷 Speaking of pillow forts, they are a staple in the covens home. They litter the house in different rooms, hardly do you spend time in your bed and them in theirs. Why do that when you can have a cozy makeshift den that's protected and cozy and safe on all sides??

🩶Age regression is not always pretty, sometimes it's hiding away wherever you can and staying still and quiet so the scary things can't get you. But it doesn't matter if you scratch or bite at them, they understand. They will not leave, they will offer space, but they will not abandon you- even when your problems are not pretty or easy.

💚 They are not easy either, there's a reason these three relics of differing times came together. Just because your problems aren't easy, doesn't mean they aren't worth it.

Hope y'all enjoyed! I will not stop writing about these three, they're going in the same monster OC vault as Noor lol (Mona, Alexei, and Frances have my heart btw. Idc if nobody cares for them, if they have zero fans I'm dead.)

[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ imagine you're wearing logans dog tags as you ride him. 18+

you're rolling your hips on him, riding him just how he wants. his firm, calloused hands grip your hips with purpose, digging into your flesh so hard it will surely leave bruises. he wants to leave bruises, evidence of how much he wants you, needs you. growling like a fucking animal as his cock slides in and out of you with ease, each slap of his hips connecting with yours earning soft moans from your lips and rough grunts from his.

he loves staring into your eyes while he fucks you, watching those pretty eyes of yours roll back into your skull - but not tonight. tonight he can't help but be mesmerised by the way his dog tags around your neck bounce each time he thrusts. the soft jingling of the metal fills his ears, adding to the sounds of skin on skin and ragged gasps.

fuck, they looked so good on you. his rough fingers trail across your lower stomach, snaking their way to the tags. the metal around your neck, a sign that he owned you, watching the metal coined with his name slap against your soft skin rhythmically.

"that's it," he yanks the chain suddenly, causing you to gasp and place your hands on his fuzzy chest to steady yourself, "atta'girl. . ." logan coos, as he pumps up into you, meeting your every movement. by now, he knows your wet hole is just aching to be filled. it started aching the moment you crawled into bed beside him.

every. single. night.

and you're his, you know you're his, you've given yourself completely to him. your hand grips around his on the tags as if solidifying this, silently granting him ownership.

logan grins, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

you looked so pretty with his name around your neck.

[lxnarphase]

sukuna who can never let you ride him.

sukuna who starts off with saying he won't help you, that he wants to see you struggle and squirm, begging him to fuck you properly.

sukuna who loses his cool 5 minutes into you in his lap, every single fucking time he has you on him, his huge hands gripping your hips as he grunts and groans, fucking up into you so hard that his fat balls slap against your ass with each movement.

sukuna whose eyes roll into the back of his head as he practically whines your name over and over again. you're just so soft and he's hitting you so fucking deep, feeling how you drip down his cock and onto the bedsheets

sukuna who chokes when you giggle and start moving your hips too, cooing at how cute he looks when he loses himself in you like this

sukuna who tries to shut you up with his hand on your throat, squeezing as he tries to look all tough, growling for you to behave...but you can't, not when he's got those overstimulated tears in his eyes and droop dripping down his chin

sukuna who stutters over his words when he says, "y-you're s' fuckin' annoying, i-i hate you, hate you a-and this stupid fuckin'...sticky, wet, perfect pussy, goddd, jus' sucks me too good, what the fuck have you done t' me?"

sukuna who whimpers into your neck when you coo, telling him he's so cute when he tries to be mean when he can't stop fucking into you like the desperate little mess he is, nearly crushing you with his arms when his thick cum spills inside of you, his hips stuttering in pitiful little thrusts

[peachesofteal]

You’re at the bar with your friends when the 141 walks in. You don’t notice because your back is turned but when you spin around on the stool with a laugh, something catches your eye.

Someone’s cock outlined in a pair of jeans, shoved into the top of his right pant leg.

You can’t look away. Practically uninhibited, you stare, blinking. Too long, you look for too long, and when you realize, your face heats and you frantically look away-

Only to lock eyes with the man standing next to him.

You turn away, tucking your elbows in your sides, trying to shrink into nothing as you look down at your half empty beer in shame. A minute passes, and you breathe a little easier, foolishly hoping you’ve gotten away with your shameless behavior.

No.

The same guy leans against the bar a moment later, arms crossed, mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ye like what ye see?”

“Uh.. um. I don’t… know what you mean.” His lips quirk to the side, jerking his head towards the hulking behemoth of a man you were staring at.

“It’s alright,” his fingers crawl across the bar top, and then skate up and down your forearm. “We dinnae mind.” We?

“We?”

“Me an’ Simon. We love to share.” Oh my god- is this… is this really happening right now? You take a better look at him. He’s stunning, playful mohawk complimented by eyes so bright they could pierce your heart. Your mind runs away, scenarios twisting into fantasies of things you’ve never experienced. Things you wouldn’t even know where to start with.

“I-“ There’s warmth at your back. Too hot, too firm, and the man next to you turns his head, heavy lust lidding his eyes.

“Was just tellin’ Bonnie we like to share.” The man behind you hums, and a palm slides to your hip. You rattle on the stool, confused and… damp between your legs.

“Oh yeah?” He traces the curve of your neck, tilting your chin upward. “What do you think sweetheart?” His lips brush against your ear. “Want to see it?”

[colorfulpuppystarfish]

Hello,

So I'm going to start writing stories about and mdlg mommy dom stuff like that with characters and celebs I like all fxf, so if anyone has anything you want me to write about, let me know