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slasherbabi · 2 years

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Steven Grant/Marc Spector X Age Regressor (Fem, nameless)

The little one laid in bed, all wrapped up within the sheets, wearing Stevens Sweater as pyjamas, knees tucked beneath the materials, she chewed on the sleeve absentmindedly in her sleep, her other hand reaches out to the empty side of the bed, eyebrows scrunching when she felt nothing in it's place.

"Dada?" She whines softly. Her eyes open slowly, rubbing them before sitting up, cuddling her hippo plush from the museum. Tired eyes drifted over to a figure slumped at the desk. "Daddy... You s'pose to be sleeping..." Bare feet hit the cool wooden floor, waddling over to him.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry love did I wake you?" Steven yawns as he spoke, he leant back, showing he was reading again. "You know I don't like to sleep... I don't want to do anything weird with you sleeping over..."

The little feet stepped into the sand crossing over towards his desk before climbing up into Stevens lap, his arms wrapping around her waist, her arms going around his neck and her cheek resting on his shoulder.

"I don't mind daddy... maybe I'd help..." She felt his chest rumble slightly with a chuckle "I'm serious!" She whines and pouts at him.

Steven smiles down at her, kissing her forehead "Oh, so so sweet..." he coos cuddling her closer. "But, you're supposed to be sleeping buttercup." He checked the time "I put you to bed hours ago." He sighs softly. Her eyes went down, fidgeting with his shirt.

"Not without you."

Steven chews on his lip nervously and looks down at her. "Okay little one... I'll try sleep." He stood up, holding her up around his waist and carrying her to the fridge, refilling her sippy cup with milk and warming it up. A tired smile crossed her face and she snuggled more into his neck seeing what he was doing

"Thank you dada..." He smiles and kisses her head again before carrying her to bed, he strapped his ankle to the post before reminding her of the rules to not unstrap it no matter what. She nods softly before cuddling up to him, he brought the bottle to her lips cuddling up with her and humming.

"Laters Gators Hun, love you..."

Sleepy dada Steven^

#steven grant #Steven Grant as a caregiver #Cg! Moonknight #Cg! Steven Grant #agere reader #Agere reader x fandom

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littlespace-imagines · 10 months

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I watched Metalocalypse: Army of the Doomstar and Toki is a canonical age regressor who carrys a “Deadybear” around with him and the whole band accepts it and supports it and it’s not even a humorous focal point or anything. Pickles just says “Sorry, you know, Toki's a little sensitive these days. We think he's regressing from, you know, the whole thing.” When Toki has on outburst from being told not to something and other than him always having his comfort bear that’s the only way it’s mentioned, he is still the Toki we love.

It’s so nice to see regression presented in a legitimate way, Toki and the whole band went through hell, we see Nathan struggling with his own ptsd also. The fact that the whole band -including murderface who usually hits below the belt with his insults- just goes with it.

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quinnysnursery · 22 days

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hi!! could you do caregiver!chris and little!fem reader where the two are playing around and chris is chasing her around the house until she accidentally bumps into something/falls down, causing her to cry and chris goes into immediate caregiver mode? thank you sm, so excited about this account!! :)

[🥤] bumps 'n bruises | chris sturniolo one-shot

paring : caregiver!chris sturniolo x gn!little!reader

divider credit : @kyejiz

a/n : working on a masterlist this weekend! (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

“I’m gonna get you!” Chris’ voice echoed through the hallway, along with the sounds of your fuzzy sock-covered feet against the hardwood floor and the soft giggles you were letting out along the way.

The two of you had been playing this game of “Tickle Monster Chase” for around an hour now. What originally started as a way for you to get your energy out before your nap, turned into a full-on game.

Chris wasn’t the best when it came to keeping a routine, it was his biggest weak point as a caregiver. There had been plenty of times you skipped a nap due to both of you having too much fun playing and today was no exception.

As you rounded the corner to take shelter in Chris’ room, you got the brilliant idea that you would shut the door before hiding under the bed away from the “Tickle Monster”.

Genius, right?

You thought so.

Another giggle emitted from you as you quickly turned the doorknob to your caregiver's room, sliding in and quickly trying to shut the door.

However, what you didn’t expect was for the door to move faster than you thought it would. As if in slow-motion you watched the wooden door swing close on your delicate hand.

The fear was more intense than the pain, at first. What if you broke something? What if you had to get the whole thing chopped off? What if dada didn’t want to play with you anymore?

Only after your eyes began to water at these anxious thoughts did your brain decide to register the pain.

And oh god it hurt.

“D-Dada!” You cried out.

Chris, who had stopped a few strides behind you to give you a fair chance, was now by your side in seconds.

“What happened?” He asked, his tone was serious. He quickly realized how you whimpered at this, not recognizing that he wasn’t mad at you and was instead focused on your injury.

“Baby, I need you to tell me what happened.” Chris tried again, letting the caregiver voice™️ seep through his vocal cords. You sniffled, the floodgates of your eyes beginning to open as tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“M’- M’ wanted to hide!” You attempted explaining, letting out a sharp whine as Chris ran a gentle finger over your already-bruising hand.

Chris nodded, trying to piece together what had happened based on the limited information. “And the door smashed your hand?” He asked, gently pushing your hair behind your ears.

You nodded before looking up at him with tear-ridden eyes. “M’ sorry!” You choked out

“Hey…shhh, it’s alright. I’m not mad.” Chris comforted, gently leading his little one to the bed. “Can you move your hand for me, doll?” He asked, his mind already racing about the possibility of a fractured bone.

You trusted him with your littlespace. You trusted him to look after and nurture you while in headspace and he failed you.

Chris was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you leaned into him, your tear-stained cheeks dampening his shirt (not that he’d ever mind). “Please, angel? For dada?” He asked, placing a gentle kiss atop your head.

After wrapping his arm around your torso and gently rubbing your upper arm, you began to stretch out your curled-up hand. Naturally, it hurt. However, to both your and Chris’ shock, it wasn’t unbearable. Henceforth, it wasn’t broken. In a few days, you’d have a gnarly bruise, but at least it wasn’t broken.

Your caregiver let out a sigh of relief, squeezing you gently. “Let’s get you some ice, okay?” He offered. You sniffled and let out a meek “..’kay dada..” before following the brunette downstairs to the kitchen.

After wrapping a kitchen towel around a few pieces of ice from the fridge, Chris sat you on a countertop. “It might hurt for just a second, but the ice is gonna feel nice.” Your caregiver assured you, gently pressing the compress to your hand.

You couldn’t help but giggle, despite the pain. “Dada rhymed…” You mumbled, leaning your head against Chris’ chest. Chris smiled, “I did, didn’t I?” He played along, relieved to find your sense of humor hadn’t also been smashed.

A few moments of silence passed, the two of you processing the events of earlier.

“I’m really sorry,” Chris mumbled, still ashamed he’d let you get hurt during a game he suggested. You looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion. “You got hurt on my watch, that’s not cool.” He said remorsefully, already planning the full-length conversation he’d be having with you when you came out of littlespace.

“You didn’t mean to…” You said gently, looking up at your caregiver. “It was jus’ an ac’ident dada.” You smiled wrinkling up your nose as you did. Chris smiled too, letting the compress rest on the counter as he engulfed you in a tight hug.

Everything would be okay, even the bumps ‘n bruises.

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beah388love · 29 days

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No more pain?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader

Summary: you have healing powers…

Warnings: cut,glass,smashed glass,shouting,arguing,crying,bleeding,blood,swearing,bad language,ddlg dynamics!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

It was like every morning, Bucky would wake you up and bring you down to the kitchen as you both waited for your breakfast to be ready.

Today was toast!

Bucky held you on the side of the counter and befriend the toast popped up he reminded you “loud noise!” Bucky said and you covered your ears as you saw the toast pop up making him grin.

But as Bucky went to grab the toast he burnt himself on the metal part, he jumped back, yanking his hand to his other “Ah!” He hissed making you panic.

“Baba?” You asked worried and he quickly calmed himself down.

“Don’t worry baby..just a little burn” he said giving you a kiss before grabbing the toast but you didn’t listen.

When he picked you up again, you grabbed his hand touching his burn, healing it in seconds.

“Don’t-” Bucky was cut off when he felt the stinging burn go and it instead went to your finger.

You tried to hide the pain you felt and smushed your face into buckys neck.

“Doll show me your finger” Bucky said sternly.

And you shook your head making him give you a ‘don’t make me repeat myself’ look.

You pointed your finger out that was now had a red tint to it, that stung like hell.

“Doll we spoke about this…you can’t use your power to protect daddy..it hurts you more than it hurts me baby” Bucky explained to you again and you nodded sadly.

“No more pain?” You asked him and he sighed.

“Yes no more pain but now you have pain” he huffed in annoyance at how you didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry daddy..I just- wanna help” you murmured and he sighed.

“I know baby..I know, but daddy can heal himself Kay?” He said and you nodded

“Right let’s have our breakfast baby” he said picking you up off the side again.

———

A couple days after, Bucky had an important meeting so stevie was looking after you.

“Alright Steve, everything’s in her bag..I’ll be back by six, be a good girl for stevie!” Bucky said giving you a kiss before leaving.

“So…what’d you wanna do?” Steve asked you and you thought for a moment.

“Hide an seek?” You asked and he nodded.

“Alright, Who’s hiding?” He asked you and you smiled “me!”

After awhile you got hungry and quit… “I quit…M’hungry” you piped up as you walked out of your hiding spot, Steve was taking forever to find you.

He was actually worried you had ran off somewhere.

“Oh! Okay what do you wanna eat missy?” He asked you and you couldn’t decide.

“M’ not sure” you said and he thought for a moment.

“Hmm, what about some nuggies?” Steve asked you and face visibly brightened and you shook your head profusely.

“Yes please!”

You stood by Steve as you waited for your food, Steve got your food out onto a plate and grabbed a glass for your water but he accidentally dropped it, watching it smash on the floor with a loud bang.

“Shi-“ he cut himself off remembering you was next to him but then he remembered your next to him!

“Stay still!” He panicked and you listened to him.

He carefully picked you up and placed you onto the side.

You whimpered when you saw blood on your arm but then realised it was from Steve’s arm.

“Stevie?”

“Steve?” You asked but he was too focused on cleaning up the mess.

“Steve!” You said louder catching his attention.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you worried until you pointed at his arm.

“Uh..right hang on…” Stevie mumbled as he grabbed a towel to clean up the blood now and the blood he got on you.

You felt bad for Stevie seeing him in pain and he was worrying about you still.

You hesitantly reached out to his cut and touched it, the cut now slowly vanishing, Steve looked down at his arm when he no longer felt pain.

And then he looked at you.

The fresh wound and blood pouring out from your arm.

“N-no more pain?” You asked and he looked at you worried.

“Y/n!” He yelled, pinching the wrinkle between his brows.

“Oh god..” he panicked himself thinking about how buck will never let him babysit you again.

You jumped at him yelling at you and you began crying as you ran away from him into his bedroom.

“Y/n!” He said running after you opening the door to his room but once he found you, you was in a tiny gap in the wall of his closet that only someone your size could fit into.

“Y/n..c’mon out please, I’ve gotta help your arm” he said but you didn’t even look at him, you sobbed into your knees.

“Oh god” he slapped himself in the face with his palm as he left the room grabbing his phone.

As he called Sam, he cleaned up all the glass on the floor and the trail of blood.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah Cap?”

“I uh- I have a problem…just be here as fast as you can” Steve rushed out hanging up before same could answer.

He looked at the time and he still had three hours till buck got back.

For the next half hour he sat next to his closet trying to bribe you to come out.

“Sweetie please come out..you’re bleeding a lot…” Steve said worriedly when he saw the amount of blood on your arms “Pleas-“ Steve got cut off by a knock at the door.

You was still sobbing.

“Sam? Oh thank god” Steve sighed in relief as he shut the door.

“So? What the emergency?” Sam asked jokingly but when he saw Steve’s face he stopped joking.

“So uh- I’m babysitting y/n and..to cut it short she cut herself and is now hiding in my closet wall and I can’t get her out” Steve rushed out.

“Oookay what the fuck?” Sam asked confused as Steve lead him to you.

“I don’t know what to do” Steve said and Sam knelt down next to the corner of the closet.

“Hey kiddo? Dya wanna come out? It looks a little cramped in there?” Sam asked and you turned around a little and shook your head through wet eyelashes.

“You can go on a fly with me?” Sam asked Excitedly but you shook your head crying again.

“Oh god” Steve panicked when he saw Bucky was ringing.

“Sam what do I do?”

“Uh- i don’t know! But you’ve gotta get her out soon she’s bleeding!” Sam whisper shouting.

“Hey buck!” Steve said and Bucky relaxed.

“The meeting ended early so I’m on my way back now, so? How’s my girl?” Bucky asked excitedly and Steve’s heart dropped.

“Steve?” Bucky asked in an angry tone.

“Yeah? No she’s fine! She’s uh- just asleep so-“ Steve was cut off by buck.

“Don’t lie to me, she never sleeps at this time”

Silence.

“Steve?” Bucky asked, you could hear him speeding though the phone.

“I’ll be there in ten and she better be okay” Bucky said before hanging up.

“we’re dead” Steve said chucking the phone in his bed.

“We? What do you mean we?” Sam said holding his hands up.

Steve and Sam started quarrelling making you sob even harder.

“Shut up! You’re making her more upset!” Sam said whacking Steve on the back of the head.

And that’s when they heard a knock at the door.

“Shit” they both said in union as they rushed to the door.

“Buuuck heyyy” Sam smiled before running out of the house “hey!” Steve yelled and then shut up when he looked at Bucky.

“Whys sam here?! Why’d you lie that’s he’s not here?! Where’s y/n?!” Bucky rushed out worriedly.

“Uh- calm down…” Steve was cut off by your sobs and Bucky pushed past him.

“Doll?” He asked worriedly when he saw you in the wall of Steve’s closet.

And covered in blood.

“Daddy?” You said through sobs and he nodded with his arms open.

“C’mere baby” he said softly, but he was still worried and furious at Steve.

Who was at the door, rubbing the back of his neck in panic.

You slowly crawled out of the gap of wall, your arm was hurting and bleeding profusely.

You was sobbing as Bucky picked you up onto his hip, again pushing past Steve.

“Why’d she covered in blood?!” Bucky asked angrily.

“I cut myself on glass and she touched it” Steve said “so then..i yelled because I was worried so then…she ran into that gap in my wall and hasn’t came out all day until you showed up.” Steve rushed out, out of breath at the end. And Bucky looked at him shocked.

“She what?”

Bucky didn’t say anything he just took you to the bathroom and cleaned your now blood-drenched arm. That was still bleeding a lot.

He put a big plaster on it and gave it a huge kiss before placing you in his hips again.

“I told you not to use your powers!” Bucky said sternly to you and you looked at your feet sadly.

“Stevie was in pain…” you mumbled and Bucky sighed.

“I know baby but Stevie can handle the pain, you can’t.” Bucky said and you nodded into his neck

“I’m sorry sweetie I didn’t mean to yell at you…” Stevie said standing at the door of the bathroom.

You gave him a sad smile before Bucky gave you your paci.

“I forgive you Stevie, you jus scary…thas all, wove you” you said giving him a paci kiss.

“Steve, I’m sorry I got mad at you, if you had just told me what happened I would’ve understood” Bucky said and Steve raised his eyebrow at him.

“Yeah I probably wouldn’t…” Bucky said making them both laugh.

“See Stevie no more pain” you said pointing to stevies arm making Bucky sigh.

“Doll, listen to me Kay?” Bucky asks and you nodded

“Yes. Stevie has no more pain but now you do.” Bucky said pointing to your now injured arm.

“Yes but daddy-“

“I know, ‘Stevie has no pain’ but now you do and the only reason Stevie got pain was because he was being reckless” Bucky said making Steve roll his eyes.

“So if Stevie has pain, that’s his pain and if you have pain it’s your pain. Same goes for daddy” Bucky explained and you nodded.

“My pain” you said as you held your arm.

“Well yes..now it is” Bucky huffed

“New rule kay? No more taking other peoples pain?” He asked and you nodded.

“Good girl”’

“Alright it’s getting late, we’re gonna go now, thanks for having her Steve” Bucky said as you held you arms out for him to hug you which he did.

“Say bye Stevie”

“Bye stevie” you smiled behind your paci, blowing a kiss with it making Steve laugh.

When Bucky closes the door, he gave you a kiss on the head.

“Uncle Sam said we go flying!” You said “oh really?”

“Uh huh”

“now daddy’s got another call to make baby” he said as he grabbed his phone calling ‘bird brain’

“So…why’s my baby girl injured and talking about going on a fly with you?!”

“Ah shit…”

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lttl3babybug · 2 months

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Can we get more Cg!Adam?

Course!! Hope everyone enjoys!! :3

Staring

Warning: this post does contain one or two bad words :(

You were a clingy little one, that wasn’t a secret. But just how clingy you were was something Adam was still pushing the limits of. He could leave you in front of the tv for 15 minutes before you’d realise he was gone and come toddling after him while whining and pouting. He could put you to bed but he had to stay with you until you’d fully off to sleep and while having you rely on him so much was a huge ego boost on Adam’s part it came with some issues while you two walked around heaven.

Adam loved holding you, resting you on his hip and such, everyone knew that but not everyone exactly...enjoyed the sight of Adam and you. You perched on his hip and head on his shoulder while him and lute were deep in conversation, he hadn’t even noticed your small attempts to hide yourself while others stared and whispered. It took him a moment but eventually he registered what was happening when he heard a faint whisper of, “disgusting freak” from someone. He turned to face the couple who were staring.

He wasn’t about to have that! Someone calling his perfect angel names? Not on his watch, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He spat the two, holding you close to him. “They’re with me. Don’t fucking forget it either” his words filled with venom as the couple scurried off, he looked down at you. A confused look across Adam’s face when he saw you with your hands over your ears and face in his chest. He was worried. We’re you crying? We’re you overwhelmed? Sleepy? Hungry?

All his worries subsided when he heard a faint giggle however, he watched you peak out from the folds in his robe and continue to quietly giggle at him. “You said a baaad word”, clearly this was thoroughly entertaining to you. “Oh you like it when I say those bad words hm?” Adam mused with a small smirk, “makes you all giggly and smiley huh? That’s what I like to see. My sweet baby all happy”. He was such a sweetheart with you.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere community #fandom agere #agere blog #!!! <3 #age regressor #headcanons #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #adam hazbin hotel agere #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin x reader #caregiver Adam hazbin #baby regressor #I’m so tired

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stuffieplaydateinc · 6 months

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🧸 Busy | a SHORT agere fic

× A Call of Duty agere fic | CG!GHOST and gndrneu!reader | no specific little age (up to reader), | somewhat comfort fic (?), | third POV

× ghost is busy with work. reader is regressed and wants his attention

⚠ × Petnames used (kid, bud) for reader, (papa) reader calls Ghost, Touch (head kisses, lap sitting, head pats)

Word count × 546 Words

You crept into Ghost's office as the dusty floorboards creaked below your shoes. You accidentally regressed after a serious mission and felt guilty to bring it up to ghost about it. He's only been your caregiver for a few months, yet, you were very close to him. I mean he was a decent caregiver. He cared alot about you, and treated you fairly despite how he seemed like outside of who he really was. He was a stern person and just wanted to get through his missions without a hitch. But with you, he seems to grow soft. There was a glare in his eyes that seemed to softened when you're around. You peered from the doorway as you held your stuffie close to your chest. As if you loosened your grip it will slip through your fingers. Ghost was on the opposite side of the dark room. seeming to be busy with some paperwork Price gave him to do. He seemed very focused as he didn't seem to notice you yet. You were debating whether or not to bother him. He seemed very busy to be taking care of you right now— yet your mind just kept repeating "Papa". Over and over. Wanting nothing more than to get his attention. You gave into your mind as you made your way to his desk. When you made your way to his desk, you stood quietly by his side until he noticed you. He didn't seemed to notice you until his gaze slowly wandered to you, pausing his work before his gaze moved back to the papers. "Kid." He greeted you, but didn't look at you. You looked at him with pleading eyes as your gaze fall on your stuffie. Which was a small panda bear that Ghost gave you awhile back. You looked back at him before you stood on your tippy toes, slowly putting the bear on his desk. Which as you hoped, he finally drawn his attention to you. His eyes softened from his hardened expression before he looked down at you. "Hey bud. How are you?" He finally asked. You wanted to answer but your words got caught in your throat. You just wanted his attention at this point. You slowly raised your hands to gesture with your hands. As they closed and opened again a few times. He seemed confused for a moment before he connected the dots. Without a moment of hesitation his arms outstretched until they slipped underneath your arms. Using that as a leverage to pick you up and place you in his lap. He rubbed your head affectionately, gently kissing your head as a sign of love. He used one hand to wrap around your stomach to keep you in place before his free hand grabbed your stuffie and putting it on your lap as you held it close. Ghost's smile turned into a slight frown, seeming sad. "..kid." he finally spoke up in a soft tone. "I'm sorry, papa's been busy lately. I promise when I get this paperwork done, I will give you all my attention you want." He reassured. You only smiled and did a small nod. "Okay papa" you replied. Ghost smiled before resting his chin on your head.

"You're a good kid, (y/n)."

#cod agere #ghost cod agere #call of duty agere #ghost x reader #x platonic!reader #agere fic #cod fic #CG ghost #little reader #sfw agere #fandom agere

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leos-regression-cove · 1 year

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I have a request to have cg! Peter Parker x little! reader.

Reader had a ton to do at school (homework, tests, projects, etc) and had to stay big all week. They want to regress, but they don’t to keep Peter away from going on patrol so they try to stay big and they think Peter won’t notice. However, Peter notices.

Reader can be fem or gender neutral.

(I don’t know if that’s a good request, I just don’t see a lot with cg! peter parker 😭)

CG-Senses

CG!Peter Parker x GNLittle!Reader

Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader is overwhelmed with homework and trying to stay big, but it makes them grumpy so a tired Caregiver!Peter stays home with them.

Word Count: 448

Warnings: Reader is grumpy and may come off as rude/sarcastic

A/N: This is such a cute concept and a very sweet prompt! CG!Peter Parker was fun to write and I'd love to do more with him if you have more ideas because idk if I did the dynamic justice in this short little oneshot.

Support me on AO3!

“Hey,” Peter shut the door behind him. “I brought you some Mexican food from that place down the street?”

“Yeah, thanks, just set it down there,” you said.

He did as you asked but then paused before walking into his room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why? Are your ‘spidey-senses’ tingling?” you asked sarcastically.

Peter stopped putting on his suit and poked his head out the bedroom door to shoot you a look.

Immediately, it almost made you crack. You drew in a breath a little quicker than you meant to and turned back to your homework.

Then he softened. “I can hang out tonight if you want. I don’t need to go out…” he hinted.

“I have homework,” you said.

He leaned over your shoulder to take a look. “Do you want help with it? We can knock it out pretty quick--”

“No! Go!” you said. “Go be spiderman!” you whined.

“I don’t need to tonight. I can be here for you.”

“I’m a big kid!” you whined, starting to cry. Why was he staying here?! You had homework!

“I know, it was a big week for you. It’s okay. C’mon, come to daddy, I’ve got you.”

You hesitated to stand up but when you did, you couldn’t help but fall into his arms.

“Yeah, I’ve got you. See? Not so bad.”

“I have homework,” you whined.

“I know, but I need you to eat and then we’ll do homework, okay?”

“You gotta work!”

He shushed you and brought your crown up to his chin, resting his head atop yours.

“I don’t have to patrol tonight. I have a baby to take care of.”

“...Is it me?” you asked.

He looked down at you and smiled. “Of course it’s you.” He paused for a moment. “And do you want to know a secret?”

You nodded curiously.

“I’m tired, too.”

He helped you eat and you worked through your homework together before you could really regress. He turned on the tv for you and was laying out all your toys as you put on your kitten pajamas-- the one-piece with the hood and little orange cat face.

There, you crawled into his lap as he sat on the floor with you, playing with your toys, crashing toy trucks together and having your action figures save the planet.

You turned to hand one to him, but that’s when you noticed he was asleep. Back pressed up against the couch, he had gone night-night before you! He was always out so late that that almost never happened!

You turned the tv off, and then the lights, and curled up next to him. A long rest was really what you both needed

#agere fic inspo #fandom agere #marvel agere #x reader #x gender neutral reader #little!reader #agere fanfiction #agere fanfic #anon asks #requests #cg!Peter Parker #caregiver!peter parker #🎠chatter

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nqctar · 5 months

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♡ anton as your cg!

cg! anton lee x female!little reader

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply.

이찬영 / anton lee ★

dni: if you sexualize little space.

wc: 495

hmm where do i start??

he loves you SOOOOOOOO much.

you’re his babygirl. like no ands ifs or whatever.

calls you babygirl more than your actual name.

& it makes you blush so much that you consider hiding from him!!

SO YOU DID! but he just kept being all

“where’s my babygirl hiding??”

loves cuddling. like he’s sooo soft for you he just wants to cuddle and hold you 24/7.

does everything for you,, bc ur a baby! his baby!! why wouldn’t he???

anton occasionally baby talks you when he rlly wants to make you blush!

his voice is always so soft. will NEVER raise his voice at you.

never really reprimands you. usually if you’re throwing a fit or about to, he’ll just hand you a cherry lollipop to get you to calm down.

but when that doesn’t work he pretends to be on the phone with “a big scary monster who eats littles that don’t listen to their daddies!”

and you’re like,, NOOOOOO

so you listen to him and save your life

yall know how i wrote matt doesnt care if you call him daddy or mattie?

hmm don’t call anton by his real name when you’re little!

“that’s not my name right now, is it baby?” he gently scolds. his tone is still so gentle!! he could never rlly get mad at his babygirl

nope, he'll just "call" the monster again

as for bedtime, an anon said he'd be the type to read you a bedtime story or sing you a lullaby, which is SOO true!

you wouldn't even have to ask, he's gonna hold you against his chest and lull you to sleep, story or song, you don't care. you just love being held by him!

will draw/paint/colour with you at any time, just ask!

"should we colour tigers today, baby? or princesses?"

princesses. it's always princesses.

OH he also loves buying you stuffies. nearly every time he comes home he's bringing you a new one. sometimes he'll attach a really sweet note to it and leave it for you to find somewhere before he leaves.

anton definitely always carries band aids with him.

one day he tells you to stop running, but you keep running

and you trip :p

and cry :[

he's just like "this is why we listen, hm?" while he covers your scrape with a hello kitty band aid.

....but you still end up running again.

always wants to hold your hand or pinkie!!

if he wants you to slip he'll just lower his voice a bit. it's weird how it works, anton isn't usually loud.

his voice is almost at a whisper. it's calming, there's a sense of comfort. there's always a sense of comfort.

you always feel soooo safe with him.

im gonna have to do a pt. 2 i could literally go on and on abt all this

to wrap it up, you're his babygirl and he loves you so so much <3

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babiepupp · 11 months

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⋆ ˚｡୨୧ CG!Diluc Imagine!: Need me to tuck you in? ୨୧ ˚｡⋆

x GN Little reader. Hope you enjoy!

- Bear 🧸

Summer evenings.. oh how Diluc wished they could last forever, the way the orange sun set over the horizon of Mondstadt like a roaring fire. He stared down at his newspaper, humming softly to himself as he turned the pages, his coat neatly hung up on the chair. He paused for a moment, hearing a slight creak from the old floorboards of the winery.

“.. I can see you little bird. Is there a problem?” He asked, looking up at the stairs, where you stood. He chuckled softly, a soft smile crossing his face as he walked towards you, kneeling down to your level.

“What’s wrong? Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty maybe?” He asked, wracking his brains for what could be causing a potential problem, but when you pointed up the stairs- he instantly knew.

“Ah. You were waiting for me to tuck you into bed?” He asked, smiling as he stood up again, reaching out his gloved hand and gently ruffling your hair. Despite his supposed grumpy demeanour, he always showed his love towards you. You were everything to him.

He reached forwards, lifting you up and placing you on his hip as he strolled to the kitchen, placing you down on the wooden counter. He had been told by Lisa that littles always liked a bottle before bed and her advice had worked tremendously up to this point.

“You just sit right there for a moment sweetheart, Papa will get make you a bottle.” He said, grabbing your favourite bottle out of the cupboard and swiftly fixing up a bottle, he always made sure to be swift while doing so to prevent any upsets.

“And.. there we go.” He spoke, chuckling as he lifted you back up into his burly arms. It paid off to be a bartender sometimes, he always managed to fix up bottles for you at an incredibly quick pace. He began ascending the wooden stairs, humming softly as he walked into his bedroom.

“I assume we’re ready for bed now, hmm? You’ve got your bottle and your blankie..” he said, his red eyes scanning you over quickly.

“..And I assume you don’t need a change?” He asked tenderly, his voice quiet and gentle as not to startle you. He sighed in relief as you nodded, gently pulling back the luxurious duvet and carefully laying you down on the pillows, all while smiling softly.

“Do you want Papa to stay beside you for a little bit until you drop off?” He asked, tucking you in to the covers, making sure your stuffed animal was securely in the sheets too before sitting on the other side of the bed, reaching out and stroking your hair.

When he could see your eyes begin to close and suck on your bottle in a relaxed manner, he felt his heart warm slightly. He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading to the door, turning out the light as he spoke.

“Goodnight, little bird. Have sweet and pleasant dreams.” He murmured before exiting, shutting the door behind him with a chuckle.

Woohoo! My first imagine I’ve made, I love doing oc writing and such outside of tumblr, but this time was my first time writing a proper one! I hope you guys liked it!! ♡

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emodaryls · 3 months

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Caregiver!Daryl Dixon headcanons part 2: electric boogaloo

I love thinking of caregiver Daryl so much ok I love it ❤️‍🩹

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Part 1

If his regressor was ever stressed out or crying, he’d hold them close to his chest, rubbing their back, kissing the top of their head, and whispering words of reassurance. “It’s a’right… everything’s okay. ‘M here..” but if his regressor ever wanted to be left alone, he’d totally respect that and wait until they’re ready.

If they’re in Alexandria or the commonwealth and have a television and cd/vcr player, he’ll collect cds and vcrs of movies so they can have movie nights together. If his regressor has a favorite movie, he’ll try his best to find it whenever he’s out on his supply runs.

For their movie nights, he’ll make popcorn and snacks! Maybe even set up the couch or bed, making it all comfy with his regressor a favorite stuffies and blankets. If his regressor is sensitive to certain textures, he’ll make sure to wear clothes that won’t bother them, especially if they will be cuddling n stuff.

Daryl secretly loves doing arts and crafts with them. Not only because he loves to see them content and having fun, but also because he finds it fun himself. But he’ll never admit it, he’s stubborn like that.

More secret feelings. He’ll be nervous. He worries if he’s a good caregiver and if he’s doing anything wrong. He never wants to hurt, upset, or neglect his regressor, and he’ll try his absolute best not to.

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sailoreuropie · 10 months

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✮ percabeth as caregivers✮

#age regression #agere moodboard #agere outfits #fandom agere #noncom agere #safe agere #agere positivity #boyre #sfw age dreamer #little!reader #caregiver Annabeth chase #caregiver Percy Jackson #percabeth x little!reader #Percy Jackson agere #percy Jackson age regression

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jester-jpeg · 6 months

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Spencer Reid Caregiver/Boyfriend x Y/N Age Regressor

Gender Neutral Y/N

Word Count: 1,123

Summary: Y/N hurts their knee, Spencer helps fix it. Then you settle down and eat dinner together while watching cartoons before he brings you to bed for bedtime.

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Tears fall down your face slowly. You hold your knee in agony, looking all around you for the only person who can actually help. Once you spot him, your sniffles start to die down. You feel relief wash over you as you watch Spencer running towards you from the kitchen.

“Oh my goodness! Honey what happened?” he exclaims as he settles himself on the floor next to you, removing your hand from the wound so he can inspect it. You look up at him, teary-eyed, and look back down at your knee, feeling guilty.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just tell me what happened, I promise I won’t be mad,” he tells you softly, trying his best to reassure you. Nodding your head slowly you look up into his eyes to explain what happened.

“I was jumpin’ on da couch even dough you telled me not to,'' you explain, feeling ashamed, “and den I slipped off and hitted my knee on da coffee table.” As soon as you’ve finished explaining to Spencer what happened, you lower your head again, avoiding his eyes. He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek and smiles softly. Hoisting you up into his arms, Spencer carries you into the bathroom and places you gently onto the counter.

“I promise I’m not upset sweetheart, you were just curious and wanted to play,” he replies to your earlier statement while retrieving the first aid kit from the cabinet, “I just wish you didn’t have to get hurt to learn that it wasn’t a good idea.” Gently pouring some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball, he tells you to take a deep breath. Wincing as he cleans the deep scratch on your knee, you nod your head vigorously.

“Yeah! I wish I didn’t had to get a booboo to know neither!” You respond, your mood significantly better just from the attention you’re getting. Spencer nods and smiles, throwing away the cotton ball and putting away the hydrogen peroxide. He pulls out a couple boxes of bandaids and shows them to you.

“Okay cutie, I have a few options for bandaids,” He proceeds to point at the individual boxes as he lists them off, “We have animals, fruits, patterns, and emojis.” You smile giddily at the array of band aids you get to choose from. He watches you think very hard, waiting patiently with a soft smile on his face. Finally, you’ve made your decision,

“I want a frog ban aid!” You shout excitedly.

Spencer grabs the frog bandaid from the animal box and starts to carefully put it on your knee. Once it’s secured, he lifts you gently off the counter and places your feet on the floor. He grabs your hand and you both walk happily back to the living room. When you’re there, he pushes the coffee table a little further away from the couch.

“For some extra precaution,” Spencer explains with a smile. You hop carefully to the couch and plop down, picking up the stuffie you left behind. As you nestle into the couch, he wraps your blanket around you and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead. Explaining that he’s going to finish cooking up dinner, he hands you the remote and heads back towards the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes have passed now, and you’re happily playing with your stuffy as cartoons play in the background. You’re not really paying attention to the show, enamored by your stuffy and toys splayed around you. Hearing a timer go off in the kitchen, you turn your head to the sound, and smile when you see Spencer poke his head around the corner.

“Almost done cutie, I just have to plate it, you doing okay without me?” He calls from where he stands. You nod happily, “Yeah! Doin’ good, havin’ lotsa fun wif my stuffy!” Spencer smiles at you and gives a little thumbs up. “Awesome honey, I’m glad.” With that, he returns into the kitchen to fix the plates for the both of you. Within the next minute or so, he’s walking out holding two plates, one of them being your usual dinnerware plates, and the other being a little blue plastic plate with flowers lining the edge. You smile and make grabby hands towards your plate as he walks.

“Nuh uh honey, you know you have to eat it at the table. We can eat at the coffee table, but you have to keep the plate on the table, okay?” Spencer explains the usual rules to you and you let out a small huff before sliding off the couch to sit next to the coffee table. He puts down a placemat in front of you and sets your plate down to reveal homemade mac and cheese, ham steak cut into little cubes, and some broccoli. You smile as he also puts down a little dish with cheese sauce for the broccoli. “It’s still a little hot so remember to blow on it,” Spencer states as he puts his own plate down beside yours. “Now, what do you want to drink?” He asks, already heading back towards the kitchen.

You think for a moment, making a little humming sound as you do. “Uuummm, Oh! I wan some apple juice please! And I have it in my pink sippy cup please?” You shout excitedly. Spencer yells back to you a confirmation, and appears back in the living room with two cups of apple juice. It makes you really happy that he chose to have the same drink as you too. He places your sippy cup on your placement, and his own drink on a coaster. Then he sits down next to you and gives you a kiss on your temple. He reaches over and grabs the remote, turning his attention to the television. “So what does my little baby want to watch while we eat?”

Again, you pause to think. But almost immediately you have your decision, “Garfield!! Garfield and friends pleeeease!” You exclaim, elongating your please while tilting your head. Spencer smiles at you lovingly and nods, turning back to the tv to put on Garfield. When it’s on, you both sit in a comfortable silence, watching the show and enjoying the home cooked meal. A few times Spencer chuckles and reminds you to use your fork, but you pick up the broccoli with your fingers when he isn't looking.

The plates are empty and you’re leaning slightly, resting your head on Spencer’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around you and rubs your arm. “Are you ready for bedtime cutie?” He asks softly. You flutter your eyes open and nod slowly. Spencer helps you stand up and walks you to the bedroom,“Okay sweetheart, let’s get you ready for bed.”

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This is the first time I’ve written in a while so I really hope you guys like this. I will /not/ be writing things often so cherish it when I do lol.

I love you all so much!!

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littlespace-imagines · 11 months

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Could you do headcanons or a scenario with Daddy! Hannibal Lecter? Please and thank you! 😊

This is written so it could go for either Hannibal

Pairing: CG!Hannibal x Little!reader

Contains: GN!Reader, honorific (Daddy) used, CG/L dynamics, Littlespace, established relationship

Hannibal is a fantastic caregiver, very hands on and prideful

Being his little one means you’re always on your best behavior.

He is a stickler for manners tbh like straight up will make you right lines because you forgot to say please.

He doesn’t get angry, just simply tells you it was a wrong thing to do and he thinks 20 lines written in neat cursive will make you remember better.

You’re also dressed in the most adorable little outfits, things with comfy and colorful prints.

Hannibal also loooves spoiling his little one with any and everything tbh.

You wanted ice cream? He will take you to get the biggest size.

Hannibal also will not respond to you unless you call him daddy (in private or only when you’re little not 24/7 unless it’s a established part of your dynamic)

But he adores it when you call him that, his heart melts and he just wants to hold you close and give you the world.

He also will absolutely play with you.

He loves to color with you surprisingly, he always seems like the kinda guy who can’t be silly but sometimes he can.

#x little!reader #littlespace fanfiction #little!reader #xlittle!reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #silence of the lambs #hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal agere #slasher agere #horror agere #fandom agere #agere fanfic

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quinnysnursery · 23 days

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cg! matt pleaseeeeeeee

[🩹] what it’s like having matt sturniolo as a CG

paring : cg!matt x gn!little!reader

divider credit : @artemiies

a/n : nothing like an ice cold ginger ale to ease the pain. happy mother’s day to all the fem/“mama” cg’s out there!! (lower case intended)

🩹 gentlest. caregiver. of. all. TIME.

🫧 perfect for a little with a toddler headspace imo

🦈 honestly i think he’d be a perfect caregiver eitherway, but the gentleness of this man paired with his silly nature

🩹 absolutely BEAMED when you first called him “dada”

🦈 treasures every drawing, every. single. one.

🫧 when you first began regressing in front of him, he was an anxious mess

🩹 “are you comfy?” questions every five seconds

🦈 afterwards sent you a full paragraph about how thankful he was that you trusted him with such a vulnerable piece of your healing/mental health/etc

🫧 lives and breathes for his little’s cuddles

🩹 “dada cuddles :(“ *que matt dropping everything he’s doing*

🦈 a bit of a pushover when it comes to rules

🫧 definitely CAN put his foot down if he needs too, but never in a way thats scary or mean

🩹 “angel, i really need these toys picked up. pretty please?”

🦈 can’t sleep during naptime/bedtime?

🫧 he’ll take you for a drive, playing calming music until you fall asleep

🩹 matt being extra gentle if you’re having a hard day :( /pos

🦈 just imagine him getting you all curled up on his lap, running a hand through your hair whispering gentle reminders that you are loved and cherished

🫧 “dada’s here”

🩹 you can always count on him having a paci in his hoodie pockets

🦈 matt humming to you during naptime !!

🫧 overall, cg!matt is the best caregiver 🫶

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beah388love · 29 days

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Language!

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: daddy!Steve rogers x Little!reader

Summary: Sam and buck accidentally teach you some new words…

Warnings: swearing,bad language,mentions of alcohol!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Ha! Suck on that tin man” Sam smirked as buckys character died on the tv making Bucky roll his eyes.

You was sat on buckys lap helping him play,

“Whatever bird brain, I’m not even in control” Bucky said gesturing to you playing with his controller.

“Oh yeaahhh, that’s bullshit, you just handed her the controller just the” Sam grinned

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed as you tapped on the controller.

Sam and Buckys heads snapped towards you before looking at one another.

Giving each other a shared look of ‘were in deep shit’

“What did you say?” Sam asked and you giggled.

“Bullshit!”

“Oi! No swearing…” Bucky said sternly and you gave him a sad pout.

“Okay…”

“Have you got any beer?” Sam asked as he hopped over the sofa.

“Uh yeah in the fridge, get me one too” Bucky responded, before sam walked away.

As Sam opened the fridge door one of the bottles fell out and exploded “fuck!” He yelled as he got sprayed directly in the face.

Bucky was in hysterics, his face hurt from laughing so hard.

Until…

“Fuck bullshit!”

You shouted

“Shit…” Sam said and you repeated him “Shit!”

“Oh god” Bucky groaned.

“Hey! Stop that or your daddy’s gonna be very mad…he’ll kill us then give you a timeout” Sam warned making you pout with big puppy eyes.

Sam smiled “don’t give in birdbrain” Bucky rolled his eyes

“Only heartless people like you wouldn’t give in to that puppy face…” Sam said ruffling your hair.

“Hey guys I’m back!” Steve announced as he shut the door.

“Hello sweetheart” Steve smiled when you ran over to him giving him a big hug.

“Have you been good?” He asked and you paused before nodding your head.

Sam and Bucky shared a look before trying to sneakily exit the room.

As steve picked you up he dropped his keys “oh fuck!” You yelled making all three of the men’s heads turn.

“Hey language!” Steve said before turning to Sam and buck who had massive guilty smiles on their faces.

“What did you two do?!” Steve groaned through an angry tone.

“We babysat” Sam said before grabbing buckys arm and running.

Accidentally running into a wall, and then scrambling themselves together again before running out the door.

Steve looked at you and you gave him a cheeky smile.

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