#papa caregiver

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Bandit from Bluey

Is a papa caregiver!

[madnesscombatagere]

I may be a Madness Combat blog, but it's my autism and regression I can do whatever I want

Flags used: Caregiver - Age Regressor - Age Dreamer - Flip - Mama Caregiver - Brother Caregiver - Papa Caregiver - Vent Regressor - Trauma Regressor - Little Brother Regressor

[softpawpup]

these are kind of ugly i know but...

luigi largo is a papa caregiver

pavi largo is a bat regressor

amber sweet is a kitten regressor

[librarypapa]

Thinking about baby regressors tonight… 💭

Small tiny kiddos, tiny brains that can only think of Papa and being safe <3

“Are you okay sweet thing? Oh, someone’s my tiny baby tonight, huh? C’mere, Papa will keep you safe.”

Bottle feeding them, watching as their tiny hands come up to grip my shirt, and how they wrap their entire fist around one of my fingers..

Calming them down as they get fussy during bedtime, cooing and coddling them <3 “Darling, is someone sleepy? Here, I’ll lay down with you until you fall asleep my little angel, Papa’s here.”

[icarusredwings]

Just before I go to bed.

PRINCESS PUPPINS!

[napandmilktime]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁🧪Little!Viktor Headcanons!🧪˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。Honestly once you explain to Viktor about age regressing.. he would think to himself "oh, that's what it's called.."

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。Viktor had a habit of accidentally regressing when his chronic pains would flare up. He just didn't know what it was or called. He kind of thought of it as him "being dramatic".

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。He loves to chew on things. Oh that's made out of rubber? Going into my mouth. A few of his shirts have holes in it due to him chewing on it. Even chewed up his fingers once or twice. Once you got him a pacifier.. it was like heaven to him.

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。The only way to get him to sleep is a warm cup of sweet milk and his paci. He's always so fussy when it's nap time, whining and complaining how he needs to finish one more thing then he'll sleep. We all know that's a lie. But once you pop that paci in his mouth, he's out like a light.

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。Knee pads. All the way. When he started to get used to regressing on his own without his flare ups triggering it, he had a tendency to crawl around due to him feeling unstable to walk. Knee pads were a lifesaver on his joints, even tho he still experiences pain it does help tone it down.

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。He's so needy, wanting to hold your hand, sleeve, pants leg, anything. He constantly wants to be around you. Always standing a few inches behind you. Curling up next to you like a kitten.

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。Viktor usually goes nonverbal, making hums or small "eh..." Looking up at you with his amber eyes, trying to tell you what he wants. His facial expressions have become more dramatic when he regresses because of it.

࣪ ִֶָ𖦹。The poor boy is rather picky when it comes to food but he's too shy to express it. So after every meal he ends up so grumpy but yet so very sleepy. Viktor prefers soild foods, something he can eat with his hands. Fruits, soft warm baked goods, cheese, crackers, and warm milk is his favorite. No jams. He hates the texture of it. He prefers jellies.

[softspace-fics]

Wind down

A/N - First post on tumblr, kinda scared T-T but enjoy one of my absolute favorite duos.

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings: General fluff, mentions of marvel mission, mentions of eating, Papa/Dada (Steve - Papa, Bucky - Dada), SFW INTERACTIONS ONLY.

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Stumbling into the door of your shared apartment with Steve and Bucky, you gratefully sigh and place your bag down. Finally throwing off your shoes and Jacket, you walk into the kitchen and grab a snack, eating it before walking to the couch and throwing yourself on it.

It had been an extremely long day, annoying customers, loud noises, and too much social interaction. All you could think about all day was coming home and just laying next to your two Cg’s and being able to relax with them.

The hard part was that your caregivers weren't supposed to be home anytime soon. The current mission they're on is taking longer than you expected. Curling into a ball onto the couch, you grab a blanket off the back of it and cover yourself, the exhaustion sitting in and a nap calling your name.

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“Shhh! They could be asleep!” Steve whispers at Bucky as they attempt to quietly get into the apartment.

Bucky shoots him a glare, and walks into the living room after taking his shoes off. He immediately sees you and his entire mood switches. The mission was exhausting, and too long. 3 weeks away from you was hard, and you guys weren’t able to video call as much as any of you wanted to.

“Doll, wake up” Bucky softly rubs your shoulder, crouching to your level.

You stir slightly, looking up at him through droopy eyes, still registering your surroundings. Bucky stands up and carefully scoops you into his arms, smiling at how you immediately practically smash your face into his neck and cling to him.

Bucky carries you into the kitchen where Steve is putting together dinner, seeing as there was no sign of you making food for yourself. When he hears Bucky's footsteps he turns his head and smiles when he sees you half asleep on bucky.

“Hey princess.. Long day baby?” Steve gently cups your face and kisses your nose, making you giggle. Bucky and Steve look at eachother, both understanding you're likely in a younger headspace due to not having them around recently.

You just nod and watch as Steve continues cooking. Bucky watches as you visibly relax into your headspace, loving how you trust them both to make sure you're safe.

“Doll, do you want to go watch some cartoons while Papa makes food?” Bucky questions quietly.

Looking up to him, you softly nod and smile. He takes you out to the living room and sets you down, covering you back up with the blanket and turning on your toons. He steps out and into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Getting distracted by the cartoon you don't even realize when Bucky comes out changed into comfier clothes and a change for you. He stands in front of you to catch your attention and you look up at him.

“Let's get you into more comfortable clothes yeah?” He smiles at you and you giggle, you love his smiles.

Once all changed and comfy, he pulls you into his lap and slowly rubs your back and plays with your hair. He gently kisses your cheek while adoring how you look in his arms.

“Dinner time!” Steve eventually calls from the kitchen, prompting Bucky to pick you up and carry you to the dinner table. He attempts to put you down but you cling onto him, and he ends up keeping you in his lap while feeding you.

Once dinner’s all finished up, Steve goes to take a shower while Bucky gets you set up for bed. He gently rocks you while telling you about silly stories between him and Steve before you were with them, how much he loved your Papa before he even knew.

Eventually Steve walked into the bedroom and stole you from Bucky's arms, cradling you close to his chest while softly kissing your forehead and climbing into bed with you. He quietly sings lullabys until you fall asleep knowing they would protect you.

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Senshi from Dungeon Meshi

Is a papa/father caregiver!

[madnesscombatagere]

The long awaited Sequel to my TTCC post + a remake of the Chip one because I do not like how it looks

Flags used: Papa Caregiver - Mama Caregiver - Flip - Caregiver - Age Regressor - Age Dreamer - Vent Regressor - Trauma Regressor

[abuglikecreature]

caregiver wade moodboard eeeekk!!!! i think hed be soooo fun n silly n maybe he’d make too many sweet things but how bad is that really

[farter-imperator]

Thinking about Dew with asthma. Specifically, little Dew with asthma.

Dew playing quietly on the playmat in the common room, content to line up all his toy cars while his plush dragon, Dio, watches on. Swiss is also watching.

Every so often, Dew coughs or clears his throat. Swiss can't figure out if he's just got a tickly cough, or if it's something more. Either something viral, or an asthma attack.

He asks softly "Dew, buddy? Are you okay?"

Dew gives him a toddler cough in return.

"Alrighty, then. You tell me if you start to feel worse."

It's a few more minutes, Dew rearranging his cars by height, occasionally watching the TV. Swiss put on Bluey for him, but Swiss is watching it more than he is.

And then Swiss hears the wheeze.

Just a little crackle in Dew's throat at first. But Swiss' head snaps up nonetheless.

"Dewy? How are we feeling?"

"U-Uhm... 'Eezy..."

"Wheezy, bud?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need your inhaler?"

Swiss already knows the answer. Little Dew does not like his inhaler. But his choices right now are, 1) use the inhaler, or 2) don't use the inhaler and end up in the infirmary.

Swiss reaches under the coffee table and grabs Dew's spacer kit. It's never far from reach when Dew's little. He won't take his inhaler without a spacer when he's little.

He moves onto his knees on the floor, kneeling by Dew. Dew whines at the sight of Swiss setting up his inhaler, but his wheezes are becoming more frequent and his chest is burning a little.

The spacer is clear, with teddy bears printed over it, and a mask on one end.

Swiss wraps his arm around Dew and brings him into his lap. Thankfully, Dew doesn't protest, apart from a little wheezy huff.

"Gonna be a brave little guy for me, huh?" Swiss asks as he clicks the inhaler into place. Dew shakes his head, burying his face against Swiss' chest. "Yeah, I know. You don't like it. But we've gotta do it, buddy. You'll feel super yucky if we don't give you your puffs now."

Dew turns his head from one way to the other, like a baby refusing a bottle as Swiss holds the mask up. Eventually, however, the tight feeling in his chest wins and he lets Swiss hold the mask over his mouth and gives him the first puff.

"Nice slow breaths, bubby. Yeah, that's it, you're doing great. In and out. In and out. Good job..."

Dew looks up at him with big eyes, taking shaky breaths. After a little while, Swiss gives him another puff of his inhaler, his thumb gently rubbing Dew's cheek.

Dew's breathing slows eventually, and then he cuddles into Swiss, tired out after his little eezy episode.

[engiebabey]

I yearn for cg medic content

Please 🙏

:3

baby's first ask!!! every1 always focuses on medic's literal medical aspects of his traits, but i like to think of him as a soft little nerd so here's some hc i have !! (+ a little blurb at the end expanding on one of them)

warnings: mention of an autopsy, mentions of bones, use of "papa"

this is so long btw i got carried away

despite a lot of hcs i see that medic is a huge poor meow meow, i do actually think he is more on the stern side when it comes to being a cg!

has rules for you to follow, and if you're a little older in your regression (4+) he may expect you to be able to clean up toys, use manners, etc.

likes to be called papa (because he is german) but if you don't like that then he also enjoys being called "doctor"

tbh i think he cares more about you getting not hurt for the emotional aspect instead of the physical. he knows he could heal you up with the medigun whenever he wants, he just doesn't need his baby to feel the pain if he can prevent it

reads so many books (this man is a huge dweeb ik) and really likes relaxing by sitting you on his lap and reading stories to you. will do all the funny voices, too

very into touching your face?? since so much of his life is spent focusing on other's body parts i think he's grown to love the features of those he adores because he's able to study them

will let you color in old reports and pictures of x-rays/autopsies he's done (censored, of course) and has a special folder for them

very big teacher. will teach you your own bone names, how many you have, and if you're on the older side he may even attempt to teach you cpr or quiz you on the things he teaches. he thinks it's important to know your body.

he knows he is very busy :( so he has a special corner in the medbay for you! little table for you to sit at, a crib if you're extra tiny, a bookshelf and everything! i imagine it's a bit like the kiddie corners they have at libraries for those who want to read and relax

does not trust a lot of the other mercs to babysit for you (because he has a lot to do and can't always watch you). engineer and heavy are the only main ones, though he does surprisingly trust spy enough to keep an eye on you

speaking of which, NO SCOUT !! he gets so worried about you so easily that he has a silly rule that scout can only hang with you if there is at least one responsible adult around

will play toys with you, and actually prefers it! he thinks that the engagement is nice and spending time with you in a way you enjoy is important to him.

huge on physical touch. he doesn't really like wearing his gloves when he touches you because it makes him feel disconnected from you, like you're a patient. will do the old man thing where he pinches your cheeks and pretends to eat you

lets you sit on his lap whenever he's just doing paperwork or hanging out. surprisingly clingy toward you but its cute!

little blurb i wanted to write about the teaching thing bc im so insane about it actually

warnings: mentions of bones, use of "papa"

"Alright, liebling. Now, do you remember how many bones are in that tiny body of yours?" Medic asks, poking a finger at your tummy. You giggle, looking upwards as you think.

"Two hundred.. two hundred and..." you trail off, unable to remember. You frown for a second. What did Papa tell you last time?

Smiling, he leans over from his sitting spot to whisper in your ear. "Two hundred six!" you shout, proud of yourself for giving the right answer, even if he helped.

"Very good, schatz!" he claps for you, your face breaking into a grin. Medic pulls out a piece of paper from behind him, and a pack of crayons. You squeal as he sets them down in front of you.

"Let's play a game," he starts. "Papa will point out a part of this body, and if you get it right, you may color it in. How does that sound?" When you nod frantically in response, he leads his finger to a part on the bottom half. "What's this?"

"Leg." you smile and grab a green crayon, excited to win your game.

divider by @aquazero, banner by me!

[shiningstarr15]

Happy Father’s Day to the best papa bear! 🐻⭐️⭐️

[librarypapa]

Some kiddo x carer concepts bc I’ve been in carerspace recently !!

Kiddo who “I’m just a little guy!” x carer who “C’mon kiddo, I know that cookie didn’t just fly out of the jar!”

Kiddo who’s a horror champ x carer who “Sweetheart, why don’t you hold my hand? Just so you feel safe, alright? No, I’m not afraid of this movie, what are you on about silly!”

Carer who loves to tell jokes and puns x kiddo who “Ughhh stop! That’s the third one you’ve told in the last five minutes!”

Carer who follows baking directions to the letter x kiddo who just dumps random amounts of ingredients in (and somehow always makes the best tasting food)

[3unnyceleste]

Accidents happen

CG! Eggman x Little! Metal Sonic (special request!)

Poor metal sonic got beaten by sonic and his friends, and he just needs his papa for some love and care!

Tw: mention of changing and nappy, mild violence mention.

Metal sonic stormed into Eggmans base, his metal feet making loud clanks across the floor as he limped. He shoved the door to his base open, and Eggman turned his head, looking irritated as usual.

“Who dares interrupt a genius in his work?” His loud voice boomed through his lab. However when he saw the state of Metal Sonic, he couldn’t help but let out a small gasp.

“Metal! What happened to you? Was it that blasted blue hedgehog and his pesky friends?” He clicked his tongue softly as he examined the extent of the damage on metal.

“What have they done to you, my poor little Metal….” His voice softened significantly as he stroked his metal head. Metal sonic let out a rev that sounded like a purr. He felt weak and vulnerable, a rare sight for such a powerful and evil machine. Eggman scooped Metal up and carried him to his laboratory.

"Let's take care of you, shall we?" Eggman laid Metal onto a work table, a soft mat underneath him as to not ruin his paint finish. Eggman set to work analyzing him for dents or breaks. He found that Metal Sonic's legs were weakened, making him limp, and he had a few dents, and an unfortunate oil leak. Eggman began crooning over metal sonic as he worked. He'd always seen Metal Sonic as his greatest creation, and a little son to him. His little baby villain.

"Poor baby, did that wretched rat hurt you? He wouldn't know art if it hit him square in the face! You hit him right?" (~referencing IDW comics~)

Metal sonic lifted a thumbs up in response, uttering a robotic chirp.

"That's my boy. Now let's get you fixed up." He began repairing Metal, and pulled out some of the accessories he'd made for his special baby:

He pulled out a special Blue and yellow pacifier that had a charging property in it's teat: It would provide Metal sonic with comfort, and recharge him as well. He put it in Metal's mouth and pulled out a sweet star coated onesie and little baby nappy for potential oil leaks. He wrapped the nappy around him and slipped the onesie over his head, all the while Metal Sonic purring and his stomach engine revving. He picked Metal back up and held him close to his chest while patting his back.

"That's my baby boy...." He cooed softly. It was a rare moment of gentleness that Eggman displayed. The evil doctor was usually cackling with pride or irritated, but with his little metal creation, he couldn't help but be uncharacteristically soft. He carried Metal Sonic to his room and sat him in a little bouncer on the door. He let him bounce around on it for awhile while he beeped and made little happy noises. Eggman stole the opportunity to go and grab him a baby bottle full of hot oil, since he'd need it to recharge. He came back over to him and scooped him up.

"Alright, my little star, let's get you fed shall we?" Metal Sonic didn't necessarily need nourishment, just the occasional oil refill. Eggman held him up to his chest and took his pacifier out before putting the bottle in. As Metal Sonic began taking in the oil, his jet engines began quieting down. Everything was calm and well for the little one and his caregiver....

Until Eggman felt oil leak onto his legs.

He glanced down at his legs and the onesie Metal was wearing and gasped a bit. He was taking the oil in alright, but old oil in his metal body was leaking out due to the extent of the damage sonic had done. Eggman picked poor Metal up and carried him back to the work table.

"Oh dear! Would you look at that? My poor little villain needs to get cleaned up..." He quickly got the oil-blackened onesie off and got him changed into a brand new onesie and nappy. He could see the discontent in poor Metal's eyes, so he quickly grabbed him his favorite plush rabbit, Reaper. He rocked him gently and patted his back. "There, there, papa's here." He cooed gently before tucking him into his own bed. He turned on a nearby nightlight and white noise machine. However he saw metal beginning to claw at the pillows, and Eggman grabbed his hands.

"No, no, where are the mitts I made for you Metal?" He scolded. Metal let out a chirp, and Eggman waggled his finger;

"You naughty little one, don't get smart with me. I don't wanna have to put you back in time out. that'd make twice today. Now where are those mits?" He searched around the room and the lab until he found them stashed under a box of tools. He grabbed the pink mits and returned to Metal Sonic. He tied them on firmly and put his pacifier back in.

"There we go.... now dream well. May you kick sonic's butt in your dreams." He spoke softly, pressing a gentle mustache kiss onto metal's blue metal head. Metal sonic let out a tired chirp before his jet engines fell quiet. He was asleep.

~END~

Thank you, Metal Sonic, for this reccomendation!

[napandmilktime]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁⚙️CG!Jayce Headcanons!!⚙️˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

࣪ ִֶָ☾。Ohhh. Jayce would take a bit to understand age regressing but at the end of it .. he would absolutely spoil you.

࣪ ִֶָ☾。Buying you allll the stuffies and toy kits you ever wanted. He loves to play with you, making oh so dramatic noises with action he made.

࣪ ִֶָ☾。He's basically addicted to buying you diy toys for you. Looking over his shoulder once in a while to peek at your process.

࣪ ִֶָ☾。Definitely would buy you a mini tool kit so you could work next to him without worrying about taking his eyes off of you.

࣪ ִֶָ☾。God's. He loves to carry you in his arms, gently patting your back as he paces around. He loves to tickle you- if you don't like tickling he will keep his hands to himself.. for now. You will be a victim to his tummy farts tho.

࣪ ִֶָ☾。Sleepy? He always has blankets laying around in the lab to wrap you up in. Letting you sit on his lap as he works, making sure you're cozy and safe within your blankie.

࣪ ִֶָ☾。Something that he got hooked on was calling himself "Papa Bear." He knows it's cheesy and he loves it. Referring to you as his cub or baby bear.