#wolverine x agere reader

[stormyelliotwritez]

DATING THEM AS AGERE!M!READER

logans like what the fuck when you first regress around him but wades been taking care of ya for a bit so he explains it in his weird way ofc

wade is dad and logan is papa

if you’re little little, you get babied like whenever youre regressed and logan will not let you walk coz he just wants to be holding ya all the time

if you regress to a bit older like 10 or so, theyre like really bad dads coz they got no idea how to deal with that age so logan just cuddles you and wade makes chicken nuggies all the time

wade calls you baby boy and logan calls ya pup or bub

wade buys you all sorts of things like blankets and sippy cups and teddy bears

logan likes taking you to the zoo and he always shows ya the wolverines and he buys you a soft toy of one (credit to @icarusredwings for this idea)

they take you to the park and wade pushes you on the swing and logan glares at anyone who looks at you funny

they love taking you out on little adventures when you’re big or little so you end up with lots of little treasures like teddy bears and dried flowers and books

you normally sleep with them in the big bed that three of you share but when you’re really little, wade has like a cot that fits you that you can use if the big bed is too scary

you don’t get disciplined much but sometimes logan will tell you off for being naughty but you always get cuddles afterwards

you’re their favourite little boy and they’d do literally anything to keep you safe

[agere-fics]

cg!logan just shushing his fussy little. "shh shh I know kiddo. I know" with back rubs and ugh I think I just need to be shushed and cooed at right now

pairing: old man!cg!logan x little!reader

CWs: some angst, reader has a meltdown, but logan comforts them

word count: 0.6k

♡

you don't even know how you made it back home. it's even more surprising you made it back safe and sound. you were too lost in the void that is your mind, thinking of your past, your future, things that have gone wrong, stuff that still needed to be done. the present, your current reality wasn't anywhere near your consciousness. the entire trip home, your surroundings were fuzzed, voices were muted, the world dimmed.

why must it be so hard to just live, to be an adult? why were you so incapable of adulting?

you stood at the door frame, just standing there. your bag had fallen from your shoulder, landing on your elbow. your eyes were glazed over. nothing mattered anymore. you were gone.

you heard something, perhaps the freezer ice cube maker going off or the a/c turning on. it was fizzy and soft, barely there.

you heard it again. this time it was louder. it was coming from only a few feet away from somewhere out there.

blurred black spots came into view. it shocked your core and made you blink, the puzzle pieces linking themselves together. the black spots turned out to be black, leather shoes. large ones.

"daddy?" you slowly looked up, making eye contact with Logan. you didn't even realize you were speaking. "daddy…" your lip quivered. one tear flew down, then another… and another. they came out faster and faster until you had niagara falls on your face.

"hey there, bub, come here, come here." your daddy pulled you against him. you grabbed his white button down in tight fists and made a puddle of tears on his left shoulder. "it's okay, kiddo. i'm here."

"i'msorryi'msosorrydaddy!" you bawled. "'m sorry…" you squeezed your eyes shut and buried yourself deep into his chest. you held him tightly, so tightly you thought you'd melt into him.

"it's alright, pumpkin. i'm not mad. it's okay, you're okay." he mumbled into the top of your head, planting kisses on your temples and forehead. "sh, sh, sh, sh, sh." he rubbed your back. "it's okay, darling. you're safe, i'll take care of ya. shh, shh, shh." he let you cry, you needed this, he knew.

logan bent his knees a bit to reach his arm underneath your knees. he cradled you in his arms and brought you to the grey, leather couch. you buried your head in his neck, breathing in the comforting smell of his sandalwood fragrance. you commented one time on how much you liked it and now he never went without it.

he gently scratched your scalp and continued placing smooshes to your brow. "what happened today, bub?" he asked once you calmed a bit.

"i don' know, daddy. i jus', jus… idonknow-" your breathing began to quicken again.

Logan shushed and bounced you on his lap. "it's okay, you don't have to talk about it right now, pumpkin. breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out, bub, there you go. good job." he dragged your designated, fluffy couch blanket on top of you and loaded up soft lullabies on spotify. he remembered fondly how you showed him the app and your favorite safe stuff on there. he didn't care about newer technology stuff but after you told him how much it helped you, he was determined to learn them.

you fell asleep on his lap after about an hour. your daddy fell asleep, too. your weight on him was soothing, as was your music. you were so peaceful, it made him nod off.

daddy would always be there for you to keep you safe, keep you happy, and to comfort you. he was the best daddy ever.

♡

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

TAG LIST : @saronics

[egotank]

@logans-little-badger

Can you do a Cg!Wolverine and a little!reader?

Wolvie’s Pup

Cg!Wolverine x Little!Reader

I apologize for the semi-long wait but I do hope you enjoy. -Charles

You had been going to Xavier’s School For Talented Youngsters for a while now and no one knew you were a regressor or so you thought. You’re sneaking into the kitchen at midnight with a pacifier in your mouth you thought no one was wake.

“How old kid?”

Logan’s voice is heard in the shadows of the kitchen causing you to almost drop the cup of water in your hand. You stand there trying to come with a convincing lie you weren’t ready for anyone to know.

“I asked you a question, Pup.”

Logan places a hand on your shoulder and slowly turns you around causing you to close your eyes tightly not wanting to see the look on his face when he sees the pacifier in your mouth.

“Open your eyes for me.”

Logan places his hands on each side of your face gently wiping tears away from your eyes. You have no clue when you started crying but just thinking about Logan seeing you this vulnerable makes you start sobbing uncontrollably.

“Woah easy I got you.”

Logan engulfs you in a hug letting you cry for as long as you need. You find comfort in the way he seemingly pets you in an effort to soothe you.

“Think you can tell me how old you’re feeling?”

Logan asks you again once you’ve calmed down a bit. When you hold up two fingers he nods, grabbing your fallen pacifier and cleaning it before popping it back in your mouth.

“No one else knows and I’m guessing you’ve been taking care of yourself.”

It's not a question but you still nod in response which earns a low grumble from Logan.

“I’ll be taking care of you from now on okay?”

He spoke in a surprisingly soft tone, picking you up and grabbing a bag of animal crackers.

“Let’s get you back to bed, little pup.”

With that Logan brings you to his room climbing into his bed and laying you on his chest. You cling on to him as you peacefully fall asleep just as he wraps his arms around you protectively.

[ladypups]

☆*:.｡Me and Lo !!!

------------

He’s so papa coded woof :3333

[aew-kun-age-regression]

-Marvel Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wanda & Caregiver!Vision

Caregiver!Natasha Romanoff

Caregiver!Stephen Strange

Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Caregiver!Bruce Banner

Caregiver!Thor Odinson

Caregiver!Scott Lang

Caregiver!Peter Quill

Caregiver!Clint Barton

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Caregiver!Gwen Stacy (Across the spiderverse)

Spiderman themed Moodboard

Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Pavitr Prabhakar + Little!Miles Morales

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Caregiver!Steve Rogers

Caregiver!Stucky

Caregiver!Hobie Brown + Regressor!Pavitr Prabhakar

Caregiver!Guardians of the galaxy

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Regressor!Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Caregiver!Peter B Parker

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara

Caregiver!Tony Stark

Caregiver!Mobius + Regressor!Loki Laufeyson

Caregiver!Mobius

Regressor!OB (Loki Series)

Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Victor Timely + Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

Caregiver!MJ + Regressor!Peter Parker

Caregiver!Clint Barton StimBoard

Regressor!Hercules (Comics)

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Old King Loki (Comics)

Caregiver!Mobius (W/ Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr & Caregiver!Charles Xavier

Flip!Pavitr Prabhakar (Fox Themes)

Caregiver!Erik Lehnsherr

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) StimBoard

Caregiver!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Matt Murdock StimBoard

Caregiver!Frank Castle StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Wilson Fisk W/ Regressor!James Wesley

Daredevil Inspired MoodBoard

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes

Caregiver!Helmut Zemo

Regressor!Kate Bishop StimBoard

Regressor!Matt Murdock

Caregiver!Frank Castle

Story/Fanfics

Caregiver!Stucky, Platonic!Peter x Little!Reader (Loud..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (It's slippy..)

Caregiver!Stucky x Little!Reader (What was your favourite part?)

Caregiver!Winterwidow x Little!Reader (Snow!?)

Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Test..)

Caregiver!Platonic!Peter Parker x Little!Reader (Babysitter - Part 2 to "Loud..")

Caregiver!Clint Barton x Little!Kate Bishop x Little!Reader (Brave)

Caregiver!Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (TV and Cuddles)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock x Little!Reader (Something's different..)

Caregiver!Matt Murdock, Caregiver!Frank Castle x Little!Reader (Talk to stuffies...)

Caregiver!Loki Laufeyson X Little!Reader (Mummy or daddy..?)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) x Little!Reader (Stimming is cool!!)

Caregiver!Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk) X Little!Pavitr Prabhakar (Tea Parties!!!)

Headcannons

Caregiver!Charles Xavier Headcannons

Caregiver!Matt Murdock Headcannons

Caregiver!Bruce Banner Headcannons

Caregiver!Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Headcannons

Caregiver!Steve Rogers Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ How He Discovered Age Regression, Age Range, Favourite Agere Gear/Items, Favourite Thing To Wear And Something Unexpected About His Regression

Caregiver!Matt Murdock W/ Teaching Regressors Different Languages

Caregiver!Miguel O'Hara Headcannons

Caregiver!Frank Castle Headcannons

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson W/ If Their Regression Is Voluntary Or Involuntary

Regressor!Loki Laufeyson Headcannons

Regressor!Matt Murdock W/ Mama Bear Foggy Nelson

Regressor!Matt Murdock W/ Caregiver!Frank Castle Thoughts

Playlists

Art

Hobie Brown (SpiderPunk)

Pavitr Prabhakar

DNI Banner

Original 6 Avengers

Hobie, Gwen, Miguel, Miles and Pavitr

President Loki

Matt Murdock, Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff and Yelena Belova

Sam Wilson

Mobius

Old King Loki

Daredevil

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Paci Icon

Miles Morales

Steve Rogers

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Mobius

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Regressor!D-90 (Loki Series)

[aew-regression-cove]

⧗✪｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⨂. Marvel Masterlist

(this includes all marvel projects, not just mcu!!!)

💗 — fluff ,, ❤️‍🩹 — hurt/comfort ,, 🫧 — platonic ↓

• 🌷 — edits • (non agere works)

• (🎁 = gifts for friends)

☆ 01 ) MCU —

💗 Caregiver Moonknight StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Agatha Harkness StimBoard

💗 Regressor Agatha Harkness | thoughts 💭

☆ 02 ) X-Men —

💗 Caregiver Remy Lebeau/Gambit Moodboard

💗 Big Brother CG Peter Maximoff StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Charles Xavier Headcannons

💗 Caregiver Hank McCoy StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Wade Wilson/Deadpool StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Logan Howlett/Wolverine Moodboard

❤️‍🩹 "Should have said something.." | Big Brother CG Peter Maximoff | comfort fic

💗 Caregiver Scott Summers/Cyclops StimBoard

💗 Sleepy Reader W/ Big Brother CG Peter Maximoff | drabble

❤️‍🩹 Slow & Iffy Morning W/ Big Brother CG Peter Maximoff | drabble

💗 Caregiver Remy Lebeau/Gambit StimBoard

❤️‍🩹 Bad Training Session & Pick Me Ups W/ Big Brother CG Peter Maximoff | drabble

💗 Caregiver Ororo Munroe/Storm StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Logan Howlett/Wolverine StimBoard

💗 Caregiver Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto StimBoard | One

💗 Caregiver Logan Howlett/Wolverine + Regressor Anna Marie/Rogue Moodboard

💗 Caregiver Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto Moodboard

💗 X-Men Random Headcanon Generator | Images

💗 Caregiver Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto StimBoard | Two

☆ 03 ) Defenders —

💗 Caregiver Matt Murdock/Daredevil Moodboard

💗 Caregiver Matt Murdock/Daredevil StimBoard

☆ 04 ) Fantastic Four —

nothing yet . . .

Marvel Banners (working on editing the rest)

[bees-making-art]

Introduction/Navigation

Hello! My name is Fluffy, you can call me anything as long as its nice. I use They/Them pronouns and prefer gender-neutral terms.

I am a writer and an artist and this is my blog for that! I will also cross post my agere writings here and on my agere blog.

Most of my stuff will be x-reader but I also write ships from time to time. All of my readers will be gender-neutral and as description-less as possible.

My main blog is: fluffy-b33z

My agere blog is: baby-bee-time

I can and will write about many characters (including non-x-Reader ships) but the ones I am either currently hyper-fixated on or am eternally obsessed over are:

Keigo (Hawks) Takami from MHA

Dave and Karkat from Homestuck

Astarion from BG3

Husk from Hazbin Hotel

Logan/Wolverine and Peter Maximoff/quicksilver from X-men

Touden siblings party

Ao'noung from Avatar: The Way of Water

Kyle Spencer from American Horror Story (I might write for other Evan Peters AHS characters, but he's my favorite)

Beat of the Heart - Logan x Reader

Birds of a Feather - Hawks x Reader (WIP)

Fly Love - Mafia!Hawks x Reader (WIP)

Husk comforts reader through their period (WIP)

Reader is jealous of Angel (but they don't need to be ;) ) (WIP)

Husk takes care of reader when they slip into a baby regression headspace (WIP)

Quicksilver comforts you after a long day (WIP)

Telling Kyle you're asexual (WIP)

Credit to saradika-graphics for the lovely banners!

[a-bit-too-silly]

(edited because I wanted it to be a bit more clear and add some info)

if anyone has agere drabble ideas that they'd like, I am having a lot of writers block and would love to hear them!

im currently really interested in:

marvel (especially the Captain America movies and deadpool and wolverine/x-men)

call of duty

boku no hero academia

the hunger games (all except Ballad of songbirds and snakes cus I haven't read it)

the witcher

the boys

and I am open to almost any fandom!

im okay with writing just about anything, unless its nsfw/ddlg/abdl/etc. im not the best at reader fics but I am a bit more confident in doing headcanons :]

[stormyelliotwritez]

Masterlist

🩵 - requested

DC

Jason's older brother 🩵

Hades the game

Dating thanatos headcanons

Supernatural

Dating Dean Winchester headcanons (trans!reader)

Dead Boy Detective’s Agency

Dating The Cat King headcanons (autistic!reader)

Shameless

Getting Mickey and Ian to quit smoking 🩵

Star Wars

Meeting Kit Fisto 🩵

Stranger Things

Dating Steve Harrington headcanons

Dustin’s older brother 🩵(x steve)

Fruity four dating ftm!reader headcanons 🩵

Staying at Will’s house (m!reader with mommy issues) 🩵

Spider-verse

Hobie’s best friend 🩵

Deadpool and Wolverine

Dating them headcanons

Dating them headcanons pt 2 🩵

NSFW alphabet for Logan🩵

SFW alphabet for Logan🩵

Dating them on your period headcanons

Logan’s meltdown

Dating them headcanons (autistic!reader)

Dating them (skin picker autistic!reader) 🩵

Dating them (ftm!reader) 🩵

Wade crashes (adhd!Wade)

Meltdown (reader has one)

Logans titties (long term parther reader) 🩵

Trans Logan Headcanons (no reader)

Logan and the hot guy friend (pt 1) 🩵

Logan comforts you (trans reader) 🩵

Dating them headcanons (autistic!reader) 🩵

Logan and his hot guy friend (pt 2) 🩵

Dating them headcanons (autistic!ftm!reader who doesn’t understand socializing) 🩵

getting with them headcanons 🩵

What? (Wade has apd) (no reader)

Old rock and a 2000’s pick up truck? 😍 (ftm!reader) 🩵 (Logan)

but he’s straight (logan only) (ftm!reader) 🩵

he’s not straight? (logan only) (ftm!reader) (pt2 to above) 🩵

dating them as autistic!ftm!reader coming to terms with being trans 🩵

Cooking with Logan (boyfriend!reader) 🩵

dating them as m!reader with CIPA 🩵

dating wade as reader with venom (m!reader) 🩵

dating them as autistic!ftm!reader with touch aversion 🩵

hes a funky guy (logan only) (bf!reader) 🩵

dating them as agere!m!reader

dating them as reader with emotional blockage 🩵

dating wade as a blind spiderman 🩵

dating wade as a tailor 🩵

books in real life 🩵 (logan only, writer bf!reader)

you’re their princess! (them x chubby feminine male reader) 🩵

scratching and scarring (logan only, male reader who scratches at scabs)

Gambit

Picnic date (long term bf!reader) 🩵

Calling him. (boyfriend reader who has a panic attack) 🩵

What? (um so gambits dead so ya) (bf!reader) 🩵

Cyclops

But I hated him? (rivals to lovers) 🩵

Charles Xavier

Mind reading time (autistic male reader) 🩵

Dating Charles as audhd!bf!reader (headcanons) 🩵

[agere-fics]

Pretty Kitty

pairing: cg!logan howlett x little!reader

word count: 683

content warnings: cursing, usage of "daddy" and "dada", mean guy judging both you and wolvie

summary: you paint logan's nails!

@sleepyboy-stuff you seemed interested in this so i tagged you!

♡

For years in the making, an after battle nap became routine. He couldn't just nap anywhere, though. It had to be on brown, leather couch in the x-mansion living space. The couch was old, worn, tattered, even blown up a few times. But damn if it didn't lead to the best sleep Logan's had in ages.

He wouldn't consider himself a light sleeper but something definitely triggered his consciousness. Shuffling, movement, soft mumbles. Someone was here.

He groaned and squinted his eyes open, tensing at the blurry figure next to him. He shifted away from it quickly. Who would even dare to- oh.

"Don't move, daddy, you'll mess up my artwork!" you whined.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Logan wasn't under attack. It was simply his sweet little bub kneeling beside the couch, holding his hand and painting red onto the nail of his pinky finger.

"Hey, bub." he muttered.

You turned to look at him with bright, sparkling eyes. You were so happy to see him. "Have a good nap, daddy?"

"You know it." he rumbled.

Your eyes shifted back to your task at hand. You brushed a bit more red onto his pinky finger, trying very hard not to get polish on his skin. Daddy wouldn't care but you knew you would care. It's got to be perfect for daddy!

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Making daddy a pretty kitty." You picked up his limp hand and showed him your work so far. Logan didn't mind the nickname. He liked anything you gifted him.

However, he did quirk his brow at a certain implication. "Wait a minute, I thought you said I was already pretty?" A sliver of a smile poked through his serious facade. He can't actually be serious with you, you're way too cute for him to be all grumpy, wumpy. You've got him tied around your finger and he's a-okay with that.

"Wait but you are, daddy! You are! I'm just uhhhhh...." You looked around the room, aimlessly searching for an answer. "OH, I'm making you even prettier! The mostest prettier ever!"

The sliver of a smile turned into a full grin. He sat up and observed his now painted hand. "What colors did you use?" He wouldn't be your daddy if he didn't test your knowledge just a little bit.

"I used some red and pink and blue, oh and orange, and only a little yellow cause it's basically empty, see?" You turned the bottle upside down and shook it before tossing it to the side. "Do you like your nails, daddy?"

Logan lifted his hand, moving it this way and that. Up, down, left, right, sideways, up ways, down ways, more ways. You patiently waited for his approval with wide eyes. "Of course, I do, pumpkin. It's perfect."

You pulled him closer by his shirt, jutted your lip, lowered your brows, and squinted your eyes. With your other hand you pointed at him very sternly. It took everything in Logan to not coo at your cutely angry expression. Your face was scrunched, just like your daddy does sometimes. "Never take it off, daddy."

"Don't worry," he giggled. "I won't."

"What's happening here?" came a voice.

Mr. Butern... the professor of mutation genetics. When did he get here? "Turning into a pretty little princess, huh, Logan?" he scoffed and began to walk away.

Logan moved quickly and shoved the professor against the wall. His claws came out to play, pricking at the meanie's neck.

"Say another word and I will slice your fucking head off-"

"Daddy, that's a bad word!" you scolded.

Your daddy turned to face you. "Apologies, pumpkin." He turned back round. "Now, you tell my little one how good of a job they did."

The other guy stuttered, shaking so bad he must be a milkshake inside. "You d-did a good j-job."

Daddy dragged him to the tattered couch and shoved him down. "Sit your ass down."

Daddy's face immediately went from angry to mushy mush as he looked at you. "Bub, I think you should give him a makeover, too."

"Right on it, Dada!"

♡

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[egotank]

Hey, bub... Was wondering if you could do a CG! Victor comforting a distressed reader? I dunno, do what you're comfortable with. Thanks, love you./p -Logan (Wolvie)

De-Stressing The Distressed

Cg!Victor x Little!Reader (ft.Little!Logan)

You have been putting off going into littlespace for at least two weeks to study for exams and it was making you a bit distressed Logan was the first ’victim’ of your lashing out he had walked in your room to bring you food and you had angrily shoved him out of your room.

That was about five minutes ago now you hear a soft knock on your door and Victor slips in.

“Wanna explain why you shoved Logan rudely out of your room?”

He asks, arms crossed over his chest.

“I didn’t mean too….”

Victor sighs and spins your chair around.

“When’s the last time you took a break cub?”

You blink a few times not wanting to answer at first but him calling you cub makes you slip into headspace with ease. He sees this of course and picks you up.

“I got you Y/N you can relax now. No more yucky exam studies for you.”

He spoke still holding you as he closed your textbooks on your desk. He carries you to the living room where Logan is already regressed too and playing with some wooden blocks.

The two must have planned a de-stressing little playdate to help you relax a bit before exams. You’d probably have to thank them later for that but for now the colorful blocks in front of you are grabbing your attention.

[kaydens-agere]

Masterlist

Started: 10/12/23 Updated: 31/8/24 Total Works: 6

Lab Rats -Chase Davenport Age Regressor Headcanons+Moodboard

-Chase Davenport x Reader with Diapers

The Truman Show -Truman Burbank Age Regressor Headcanons+Moodboard

Marvel -Wade W. Wilson/Deadpool Agere Headcanons and Moodboard Pt 1

-"Peter's Grocery Store" Drabble (Regressing Peter Parker/Spider-Man and Caregiver Wade Wilson/Deadpool)

-"Left Behind" Drabble (Caregiver Logan and Regressing Fem Reader)

-Caregiver Logan Howlett/Wolverine and Regressing Wade Wilson/Deadpool Headcanons

Henry Danger Coming Soon

Other Fandoms

[agere-fics]

cg logan with gn reader where logan is teaching reader how to tie their shoes but reader is just staring at logan confused because theyre just a baby rn

i love this idea, thank you for requesting!!

~

logan loved you very, very much. the day you told him about your regression, he was a hundred percent supportive. he didn't quite get it but the idea of being your caregiver, your dada? he was sold.

he did the best he could, but some things still stumped him. like, what might be hard for you to do when you're little.

"alright, sweetheart." you sat on the bottom steps of the indoor stairs. your dada stood in front of you, one hand on his hip, the other scratching his scruffy chin. "let's make sure you've got everything."

you stared at him with wide, attentive eyes.

logan squinted at that. usually, you've always got something to say. maybe today's not a talkative day. "alright, do you have your coat?"

you palmed your coat.

"gotcha. do you have your ear muffs?"

you rubbed the fuzzy ear covers that sat around your neck.

"got the ear muffs. let's see uh... do you have your shoes?"

you lifted your foot and wiggled your toes through your bluey themed socks.

"well, you can't walk out there barefoot." he chuckled at himself. "be right back, bun."

he arrived a little bit later with your black and white sneakers and knelt in front of you. he grabbed your foot, placing it on his knee. he lifted a shoe, slid it on your foot, then he did the other.

"tie your shoes, bub. gotta get your sippy filled."

he sped to the kitchen to grab your favorite cup, filling it with water. when he came back, you were staring down the hallway he walked down, your shoes still untied.

"what's the matter, bub?"

you looked at him with wide eyes, fiddling with the zipper on your coat.

"here, let me show ya." he knelt down. "hold these two laces up like this. now, we're gonna make an x, like x-men. the rabbits gonna go into this hole here and then we pull. now, from here, we're gonna make two bunny rabbit ears, that might be easiest for ya. gonna do the same thing. a bunny ear x, the bunny goes into the hole, and then all done. you got that, bub?"

you stared blankly at him, little giggles escaped from you.

"oh. how old we feelin', sweetheart?"

you reached up to gently pull and play with his hair. he chuckled at bit. not at you but just at the situation. you were feeling way too small to tie your own shoes, and that's a-okay.

[bamboobooshark]

Hiiii I just found your page and omg I love your writing so much. I actually did get into an argument with my friend, and I deactivated one of my intas cuz of it (long and stupid story) but it was really comforting to read Logan wanting to coddle and comfort someone yk

You can ignore the request if it makes you uncomfortable, but do you think you can write something where the reader doesn't really know or understand what regression is or why they feel this way so they isolate when they feel childish or playful or start annoying people without realizing it and Logan who loves and cares for them starts to miss them and is like wtf and helps them.

Thank you for your writing I hope you have an amazing day.

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ☁️་༘ COMFORT & CONFUSION : 991 WRDS

<RATING : PG, VULENRABLE MOMENTS, CRYING>

A/N : Just a little note for Anon; I am so heavily greatful that my fic was able to bring you so much comfort. I hope you’re recovering well from what happened. Apologies for taking so long to get this out for you, I always get caught up in spilling and detailing my concepts that end up becoming full fics. I truly hope this fic is what you were hoping for <3 !!Warning for a pinch of angst and crying!!

You’ve been isolating yourself in your room since you woke up. You feel so confused with yourself, with your mind, with your feelings. You press your back against your headboard, legs crossed one on top of the other. You gently rock back and forth while struggling to understand how you’re feeling; why you’re feeling the way you do. Yeah, you’ve got a ton of energy right now. You feel like you’re letting your inner child express itself in your mind, yet you’re holding them in as best as possible. You’re terrified of annoying anyone by releasing those feelings, espically Logan. You bite and chew at your lips nervously as you rock a bit faster. Why? That’s the only question you can ask yourself right now. Over and over, your mind fills itself with nothing but confusion of why you feel like this, why you yearn to be so childish, why you’re scared of annoying Logan when he loves you unconditionally.

You’re quickly snapped out of your thoughts as the man knocks on the door. “Everything alright in there, kid,” he asks with his face pressed to the wood. God, the way he calls you kid only makes these foreign feelings harder to suppress. You choke back your tears before responding. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just feeling a little down,” you reply with a tone that’s involuntarily soft and childlike. Logan raises his brows at the way you speak to him. You’ve never kept yourself away like this, but he’s been noticing a pattern lately. You isolate yourself the moment you wake up, beg him to leave you alone, and then come out quiet and reserved. He continues to press because he misses you so damn bad. He’s willing to do absolutely anything to get you in his arms again. “Please tell me what’s wrong, bub. I promise I’m not going to be upset with you,” he pleads with the softest tone he can force out of his throat. “I mean, I’d be more upset if you didn’t trust me with whatever you’ve got going on,” he chuckles akwardly.

You wipe your tears before inviting him in. The second he realizes that you’re crying, his lips form a frown and his eyes give you a sympathetic gaze. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t cry, baby. I’m right here. I’m not leaving, I swear,” he scrambles to reassure you, sitting on your bed and pulling you into his arms. You let your cries get thicker once you lean into his. He smells so fatherly. His large, calloused hands make your entire body shiver with comfort. Everything about him is sending an unknown, unfamiliar feeling that you’ve been yearning for. You can’t even begin to imagine what to call it, but your body allows you to relax under his touch. “That’s it, baby. Let it all out. Tell me what’s up once you’re ready to,” he coos as his hands rub up and down your back. You nod against his chest, letting the thumping of his heartbeat soothe you.

You pull back from his embrace, but hold his hands in your own. His touch is what you’ve been needing. Scratch that, you’ve been needing Logan in general. You attempt to try and explain things, but you end up stammering and stuttering. “I’m sorry, Logan. I just — I don’t even know what to say,” you apologize while looking away from him. He squeezes your hands gently and sighs. “You don’t need to apologize, kid. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be. If I have to wait here for hours for you to get your thoughts together, I don’t mind. You know that, bub,” he tells you sincerely. You look at him and give him the best smile you can considering the circumstances.

You take a deep, shakey breath after a few minutes of silence before attempting to describe your feelings. “I’ve just been feeling like a child lately. I’ve had so much energy and excitement and joy for no reason. It’s so confusing and it’s scaring me Lo, it really is. I just want an answer,” you explain to him. His thumb rubs against your knuckles lovingly before he presses a silent kiss to your forehead. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry. You’ve got such a big heart, kid. I need you to understand that you don’t need to be afraid to let those feelings loose around me. I’ll love you no matter what,” he promises while holding your face in his hands so you’re looking at him. You nod gently, eyes glossy and wide from the way he comforts you so paternally. “I understand,” you mumble back, letting that same childlike voice slip. Logan gives you a gentle smile, failing to hold back a snicker. “Well would you look at that. You sound so little, baby. It’s adorable,” he says while attempting to hold himself back from squeezing your face. You giggle softly and shake your head no. “It’s not adorable, Lo,” you protest. Your stomach knots as you allow yourself to slip into this pure, innocent state. As soon as Logan begins to coddle you further, that knot unties itself and becomes a flutter in your heart. “If you deny anything else I say, I’ll have to find a way to get back at you for it. You’re too damn cute to not accept that you are,” he playfully threatens. “C’mere you sweet thing,” he growls as he pulls you into his lap. “No! Let me go,” you giggle sweetly, squirming in Logan’s arms despite wanting to stay right where you are forever. “I’m not letting you go, kid. You’re mine. My sweet little thing that I’ll protect with my life,” he declares before starting to pepper your face with soft kisses. You can feel him smiling like an idiot against your skin from the sound of your giggles, the way you smile, and the warmth of your face caused by him.