#caregiver bucky barnes x reader

[agere-fics]

A Day With Daddy

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

Summary: Little!Reader and CG!Daddy!Bucky have a day of play when Stevie's away 🥰

Request from @juiceboxgothbaby: hey I would really love a CG!stucky Little!reader fix where Steve goes out for a while and reader and Bucky get silly and make a mess and then steve comes home

Relationship: Caregiver Bucky Barnes x Caregiver Steve Rogers x AgeRe Little Reader

Word Count: 1,092

Content Warnings: usage of "daddy" and "dada" (but in a nonsexual context), playing messily and chaotically

Author's Note: hi! thank you for the request! i'm very proud of myself for writing a completed fic. i haven't been able to do so for a long time. reader is completely neutral from what i can tell. there are parts that may seem not body size friendly but i promise my intention was to make it to where you can really feel little as you read! i hope y'all enjoy!

(if there is anything else you believe i should put as a warning or to change to make reader more neutral please let me know! /gen /srs)

♡

"Bye-bye, dada!" you shouted from the front door, waving your hand so fast your wrist ached. It wasn't painful though, and you really wanted to show your dada a whole lotta love as he got into his car. He wanted to spend the day with you, he told you himself. However, Tony Stank called your dada away. But that was okay because you knew he needed to do "saving the world" stuff.

Steve opened the door to his black pickup truck, placing one foot on the step and turning to face you. "I'll be back in no time, kiddo." He smiled. "Be good for daddy."

"I will!" Your eyes squinted from how wide you grinned.

Your dada sat in the driver's seat, waving once more before pulling out the driveway. You watched as he drove away, and continued to watch even more despite him already being out of your sight. Being away from your dada left a pain in your heart. You still had Bucky though, your daddy, to watch over you and keep you company.

Bucky walked closer to the front door, observing you still standing at the door frame, looking out where your dada once was.

"He'll be back, pumpkin. Dada always comes back."

You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.

Bucky never took that to heart. He knew you loved hanging out with him just as much as you loved being with your Stevie. But that didn't mean you still wouldn't feel a sting in your adorable, loving heart.

Luckily, your Daddy knew just what to do.

"Little one," You turned to face Bucky. "I got these new paints, and I've been dying to try them out. Do you want to join Daddy?"

You gasped and smiled brightly. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Your daddy adoringly laughed at your joy. He knew it would work.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, Daddy, c'mon!" you dragged him to the living room.

"Alrighty, cutie patootie, I'm coming."

♡

Your caregivers shared a bunch of similarities. It made sense considering how long they've known each other and how well they bonded closely. The only difference between your dada and daddy you've ever been able to notice is their strictness. Daddy does things before thinking. His worry is focused on you having fun and having a good time. At the end of it, he'll concern himself with the mess and make sure little and big you didn't feel bad in the slightest. He always makes sure you knew it was absolutely okay because you had fun and that was his most important rule.

Your dada is a different story. Of course, he wants you to have fun and enjoy being little, but he also believed rules and structure were something that you needed and could highly benefit from. No punishments are given, but he makes sure little you is disciplined in a way that'll help you grow. He sets your bedtimes, ensures you eat healthily, makes sure your activities are safe, amongst other things.

So, when caregiving you together, Bucky and Steve are able to balance each other. But, when they're seperate (especially when Bucky is alone with little you) things become...well, interesting.

Your favorite kid safe song played on loop in the living room, blasting so loud your next door neighbors could probably hear it word for word. You and your daddy had jumped on the couch, on the beds, and danced on the floors. The only thing he didn't let you do was jump off the dining table. But your pout was quickly gone when he explained that he didn't want his precious little one to get hurt. He compromised by picking you up, spinning you around, and having you "fly" around the house in his arms like a superhero.

"Look at you go, my little avenger! We're recruiting you know... you'd be the cutest, adorablest, most powerful avenger there ever was!"

Silly string was sprayed all over the wall, the couches, the floor, and especially in one corner of your playroom, where you tried to make a spider web. Unfortunately, it crumbled and held barely any weight at all. You decided you'd have to FaceTime Peter Parker at some point to assist you in perfecting the art of web building.

Your utmost favorite part of the day was the humongous painting you did on the fence of your backyard.

Daddy had cheered you on and complimented you the entire time.

"Good job, my little Vincent Van Gogh!"

"Wow! How did I get so lucky to have the most talented baby in the whole wide world? No, universe. The best baby in the whole universe!"

"I'm gonna have to call Tony. I got the smartest little doll on my hands."

By the time it was seven o clock, you started getting worn down and a bit hungry.

"Daddy, can I has some nuggies?" you asked while yawning, leaning your head on the dining table.

Bucky patted your head. "Of course, bubba."

You ate about half the nuggies when your eyes started drooping and feeling very, very heavy.

Your daddy noticed this and set down the fork he held that still had a small piece of chicken nugget on it.

He picked you up, letting your head rest on his shoulder and your arms wrap around his neck. Your daddy carried you to your room and set you down on the bed. He grabbed clean pairs of comfy clothes to help you change into before tucking you into bed and kissing your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my little one." He handed you your best friend stuffie that you quickly grabbed and hugged close to your chest. Not even a second later, you drifted off into dreamland.

♡

Bucky cleaned up every single piece of silly string, organized your toys and art utensils, and wiped down all of the surfaces in record time.

He felt like he was in the clear. I mean, there was no piece of chaoticness left from their adventurous day.

That was, until Steve walked into the living room holding up a single leftover strand of silly string, placing his other hand on his hip.

"Do I even want to know what you guys did today?"

"No." Bucky smiled. "It would stress you out just to hear it."

"New rule for the house... Silly String is outside play only." Steve let out a breathy laugh as he threw away the stranded piece of silly string. You had fun, and that's all that mattered.

#cg!stucky x reader #cg!bucky barnes x reader #cg!bucky #caregiver!bucky barnes x reader #little reader #bucky barnes x little reader #daddy!bucky barnes #daddy!bucky x reader #caregiver bucky barnes x reader #bucky x little!reader #agere #age regression #agere fanfic

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hey ria could we possibly get something with winter soldier bucky where hes still at hydra and one of the new people that hydra had taken is a little and she’s scared and Bucky comforts her and becomes her cg, if not that okay💝

Soldats princess

Content - age regression, cg!winter soldier, swearing, violence, kidnapping (its hydra), comfort, needles, angst, fluff, lots of Russian, sort toys, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - after being kidnapped by hydra the winter soldier saves you from fighting.

Authors note - that was a terribly written summary but I can’t think of any other way to describe it, I really enjoyed writing this should I make it an au? Reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3

Translations = derzhi yeye na meste = keep her still, ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya = you, get up it’s time to train, soldat, ty v poryadke = soldier, are you okay?, soldat = soldier, otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas = let the girl go, she will be useless to you, kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat = what is your obsession soldier, ona moya = she is mine, tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka = your safe little dove, golubka = dove.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” You screamed at the top of your lungs at the agents strapping you down to the medical bed.

You couldn’t remember much about how you got here. You were sitting on your sofa with a glass of wine before falling asleep and then you woke up in a white van.

You would give anything to be back in your small apartment right now.

“derzhi yeye na meste” you heard one of the agents shout out, you did everything you could but you couldn’t avoid the inevitable when you felt the large needle go into your neck.

The next thing you knew you were out.

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Bucky was woken up to the sound of screaming and swearing coming from the medical room, he didn’t recognise the voice it must be new.

Many cryptic thoughts ran through his head for the next minutes before he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of silence.

Silence was what distracted him now, there was always screaming but never silence.

A few minutes later he saw one of the female agents walking over to the cell that was opposite him with a girl in her arms, she was beautiful.

He watched her roughly throw you onto the creaky mattress and walk out locking the large bars behind her.

At least he wouldn’t be looking at an empty cell now.

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“ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya” the colonel addressed you while the other soldiers were on the floor training “fuck off” you said spitefully glowering at the cruel man looking down at you.

A few minutes later you were escorted out of the room with a large cut across your arm.

Settling down in your cell later that night you were examining your poorly wrapped and treated arm feeling the tears flow down your face since the first time you got there.

You just wanted to be home, you wanted your family and your friends back.

The worst thing was you were beginning to understand the insults they would throw at you, not because anybody told you just because you would get them every spare moment of the day.

You didn’t know how much more you could take.

Scooting up against the peeling wall you pulled your bedsheets up to your chest trying to resemble on of your old soft toys only making you cry harder at the loss.

You were so lost in your sorrow that you didn’t see the strong man standing at the bars of your cell.

“soldat, ty v poryadke?” A mysterious voice called out only making you more frustrated “why doesn’t anyone speak English, I don’t know what your fucking saying!” You shouted through tears banging your head against the wall.

“I can speak English if you’d prefer it” the man said calmly in an accent that strongly resembled American but had gone under the influence of many years in this dreadful facility.

“I’m sorry for shouting” you whimpered thinking you were in for another punishment, you wanted one of your arms to not hurt at the end of the day.

“It’s alright” he said eyeing you warily, he hadn’t seen someone this vulnerable in many many years.

Your mind was completely broken at the reassurance you hadn’t heard in months and you entered your age regressed mindset unprovoked.

Desperately trying to stop yourself from shaking you looked up at the tall man who was talking to you “please help me I don’t wanna be here anymore” you sobbed.

The soldier didn’t know what was happening, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to take care of you.

“Stay there” he said firmly before walking out to find the colonel. He was sitting at a waterlogged wooden desk working on paperwork, alone.

“Soldat?” He didn’t get a second word in before the soldier pinned him against the wall by his neck “otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas” “kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat” the colonel asked breathlessly as the metal hand tightened against his throat.

“ona moya” he said lowly eyeing the cowering man in front of him, after a few seconds he signaled to one the guards to open your cell door.

Hearing the patter of your feet he walked over to you and possessively put his arms around you “tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka”

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You were waiting in the cold cell waiting for Bucky to come back from a mission like you so often did except this time you were more vulnerable because you were feeling little.

You always missed the soldier when he was gone but it was extremely enhanced at the moment, you were going through a stage when you were little almost everyday and with him gone you felt very alone and scared.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the loud sound of the iron bars of the cell were opened an agent roughly throwing the large man in.

“Be gentle” you shouted with a frown at the agent resulting in an eye roll before they locked the cell and walked away “I’m alright little soldier” he said protectively pulling you into his chest.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes before be placed you onto your uncomfortable cot bed that was pressed against his “I have something for you” he said reaching into his bulletproof vest.

He pulled out a slightly squashed soft toy out and fluffed it back up before giving it to you. It was a grey rabbit with soft but slightly shaggy fur and it had shiny black eyes.

You had gone so long without a soft toy you almost cried on the spot “thank you” you said brightly stroking the soft fur delicacy making the soldier smile out of the corner of his mouth.

You made him feel like he had a purpose like he was surviving for someone something he hadn’t felt in years.

Sitting up against the peeling wall he pulled you into his side stroking your hair gently as to not hurt you “go to sleep golubka, I’ve got you your safe”

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[honeybeewritings]

just wanna help{b.b.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: upset little

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!bucky barnes x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 350 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're upset that buggy has to leave again so you sneak your favorite stuffie into his bag to make him feel better

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for my fellow kiddos with anxiety when it comes to loved ones.

✰ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: @laurellaa

you knew this mission was coming but you were still sad to see bucky lacing up his boots and getting ready to go.

he helped you get ready for the night and started getting himself ready.

you were standing in the doorway, clutching your favorite stuffie, and watching him sadly.

bucky noticed you and walked over to you, kissing your forehead. "it's a short one this time dovie. only a week and then i'm home."

your eyes started stinging and you hugged bucky as hard as you could. "gonna miss you buggy." you cried. "b-be... be good n... n..." bucky pat your head as you sobbed into him.

it happened every time he had to go on a mission. he knew you were always scared for him but you usually held it together when he was leaving for shorter ones.

you two stood there for a few minutes, bucky reassuring you the whole time. your crying soon calmed down and reduced to sniffles. you pulled out of the hug and wiped your nose with your shirt.

bucky sat you on the bed and you kept watching him silently. he had forgotten something in the other room and an idea popped into your head.

you looked through the door to make sure he was gone and you scrambled of the bed, quickly opening his dufflebag, and shoved your stuffie down the side of it.

"protec' buggy." you whispered as you closed the bag.

you walked into the room bucky was in and gave him another hug. "'m tired. goin' t'bed," you yawned. "nini buggy."

bucky smiled at your sudden change of heart, thinking nothing of it, and returned the hug. "good night little dovie. i love you." he whispered.

"wuv you too."

he carried you to your room and tucked you, giving you one last forehead kiss before he left. "a week little dovie. i promise."

he grabbed his stuff and headed toward the avengers tower. he couldn't handle seeing you upset like that.

he barely paid attention to anything until he was on the jet.

he opened his bag to get his clothes for the mission and noticed your stuffie. he choked back tears as he took it out.

you protect him just as much as he protects you, just in a different way.

#🎨 thena writes 🎨 #🐮 [bucky barnes] 🐮 #bucky barnes x little!reader! #bucky barnes x reader #caregiver!bucky barnes #caregiver!bucky barnes x little!reader #marvel agere #sfw agere #age regression fic #agere fic #agere positivity #agere little #little!reader #sfw regression

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could possibly write a little reader that's struggling with nausea on a daily? If not that's ok! I'm just dealing with some health stuff but I want to be respectful of your rules! I don't mind with who. just something fluffy and soft to read!

˚. ❝₊˚ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺 ❞ ˚₊·

» bucky barnes x reader

» a/n: hope you don’t mind me choosing bucky for this prompt, I’ve been reading a lot of marvel lately and miss writing for it

» warnings: nicknames, talk of nausea/sickness, slight description of dry heaving

“How’re you doing Doll?” Bucky comes up behind you with a hand falling to the back of your neck, a small frown on his lips when he sees you grimace and your arms tighten over your stomach.

“I know, I’m sorry. Wanna try some more crackers?” He crouches next to where you are on the couch and plucks the half eaten sleeve of crackers from the coffee table. There’s three separate water bottles on it: one of water, one of tea, one of ginger ale, and toast that’s gone cold from this morning still left out, a set of those wrist bands that are supposed to help with nausea, and even a pair of those carsickness goggles that are supposed to help- even if you’re not driving anywhere.

“No, jus’ wanna cuddle.” A smile spreads across Bucky’s face when you reach out for him and he quickly complies at getting you scooped into his arms.

“Better?” You nod against his chest once the two of you are settled on the couch, you’re wrapped around him as tight as can be and his hand is rubbing up and down your back.

It’s an up and down battle of trying to find remedies that help your daily nausea. Sometimes they’re great and you’re able to go down to the park only a little walk away from your apartment, other days you end up dry heaving for so long your throat burns and Bucky can only hold you as you cry from the uncomfortableness, and sometimes, days like today, cuddling is the only solution.

Your eyes flutter closed within a few minutes of laying with Bucky acting as a human pillow. It’s only early afternoon but Bucky’s content on letting you drift off to sleep against his chest, he just hopes you feel a bit better when you wake up.

#jj writes #marvel agere #caregiver!bucky barnes #little!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barns x reader

[kazzy-boo-baby]

Old Fashion Way

CG! Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and Little! Y/N Oneshot

Having caregivers that were born in the 1940's was way more complicated than you'd think. Bucky and Steve weren't really up to "new" societal norms when it came to Littles. Back in the day, things were way stricter when taking care of a little. Bedtimes was 8pm sharp, vegetables have to be finished off the plate with no excuses, no talking back, clean up your own messes, and plenty more. And of course when Bucky and Steve started taking care of Y/N, those rules would be in place almost instantly. But.. there were some new modifiers they added to enforce good behavior.

~~~

"Y/N? Why are all your toys on the floor?"

Steve stood over Y/N with a stern look. He was always the sternest out of the two, usually, Bucky would deal with things like this and let Y/N get out of it easy, but Y/N wasn't too lucky this time.

"I'm still playing.."

Y/N mumbled, (she/he/they) were just sitting on the bed watching TV.

Steve chuckled, "No, I don't think so. What I think you're doing is watching TV while ignoring that your room is a mess, kiddo."

He sighed and walked over to Y/N, shaking his head a bit.

"You know what that means.. you have to take a sticker off your good (boy/girl/kid) chart."

Y/N whined angrily, pouting up at Steve with an angry look.

"Papa! I no wanna take star away! I'll clean now! I promise."

Y/N tried to reason with Steve, something (she/he/they) often did with Bucky. But Steve was a hard nut to crack, almost no form of pleading worked on him.

"No, no. It's too late for that now. You can take a sticker off first then you can clean your room."

Y/N glared up at Steve with a pout, (she/he/they) groaned and got off the bed.

"Fine.."

Y/N walked over to the chart with (his/her/their) arms crossed and took a star sticker off of the chart. Everyday, Y/N started out with three stars on their chart. If three stars stayed on the chart, (they/he/she) can get a treat! But if all of them are taken off, some form of punishment gets in place. Which is usually just timeout or being grounded.

Steve chuckled and patted Y/N's hair,

"It's okay kiddo, you can always earn it back again. But you have to promise me that your room won't be messy by the time it's dinner time, okay?"

He held out his pinky to make the promise. Y/N's pout shifted into a smile at the gesture, even giggling a bit. Y/N wrapped (his/her/their) pinky around Steve's and smiled,

"I promise papa."

~~~

"Y/N, it's bath time."

Bucky yelled out from the bathroom, he was waiting for Y/N in there. He already had the bath filled up with water and bubbles just like Y/N liked, even some toy figures so (she/he/they) didn't get bored.

Y/N was playing with (his/her/their) toys in the living room when Bucky said this. But Y/N didn't move. (She/he/they) wanted to play some more! Not go in a boring bath.

"No Bubba! I playing!"

(He/She/They) yelled back. It instantly made Bucky come out of the bathroom to face Y/N, he stood over (him/her/them) with his hands on his hips.

"What was that? You want to repeat that for me?" His tone was stern, but there was a slight smirk on his face too.

Y/N looked up at him with the most innocent look (he/she/they) could muster,

"I-I said.. No want to, maybe later?"

(He/She/They) babbled, Bucky just shook his head with a chuckle. He picked Y/N up so they were face to face, "No that's not what I heard, sweet pea. What I did hear was you saying no when I said it's time for your bath."

Y/N whined and tried to squirm out of Bucky's grasp, (she/he/they) didn't want to get in trouble! The stars would be almost gone!

"Bubba I sorry.. no meant it! I promise."

(She/He/They) looked up at Bucky with the saddest pouty look possible, "I sorry for talkin' back, won't do it again."

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully, he couldn't stay mad at Y/N. He kissed the top of (his/her/their) head and smiled.

"I know you didn't, baby. But let's not do that again, alright?"

He asked, carrying Y/N to the bathroom so he could get (her/him/them) ready for bath time.

Y/N nodded quickly in response,

"Uh huh. No gonna do it again."

"That's my good (girl/boy/baby.)"

Bucky gave a small mischievous look to Y/N, leaning in close to (his/her/their) ear.

"Now.. I won't tell Papa if you won't tell him. We can pretend this never happened.. and if bath time goes off with no problems, I'll give you a star. Deal?"

Y/N instantly giggled and nodded,

"Deal!"

#agere #mcu #age regression #marvel #sfw agere #agere caregiver #sfw #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky x reader #y/n #steve x reader #oneshot

[angelbaby-fics]

Can you do a fic where steve or Bucky accidentally drops the reader?

#stucky 🌻🦋☀️

Word Count: 435

Pairing: Bucky x Little!Reader

A/N: Oh man, I'm sorry its been so long! And that this isn't very much!! But I'm hoping to get back into the groove I was in earlier this year with my fics, and the first step is getting started!

Of course, neither Steve nor Bucky would EVER intentionally drop you, and are probably even more protective than the average person.

The only way I can imagine it happening honestly is if something happened with Bucky’s arm that he couldn’t control, because keeping you safe is as natural to him as breathing.

It wasn’t even a malfunction, quite the opposite actually.

Bucky had just gotten his arm refurbished in Wakanda, getting it equipped with new skills and updates, in addition to general upkeep.

As an added bonus, Shuri had polished the arm to give it a little extra flair!

What she’d neglected to do was tell Bucky about the polish, and so the first thing he did when his arm was reconnected was scoop you right up into a big hug. 

He spun you around, both arms around you as he pressed you into his chest, but as shifted you into his left arm to fill out some paperwork with his right, you felt yourself lose your traction. 

Next thing you knew, your bottom hit the floor!

You looked up at Bucky with wide eyes, him staring back at you just the same. 

You paused for a moment before bursting into tears, and Bucky rushed to you in an instant, trying to pick you up again, but you fled from his grasp.

“No daddy!! You drop me!!” You cried, shrinking away from him.

Bucky’s heart was broken; it was his absolute worst nightmare to be in any way responsible for hurting you and making you feel scared.

Even though he knew it had been an accident, he still blamed himself for not being more careful.

“Angel, I’m so sorry. Daddy didn’t mean to!” He pleaded with you.

You could see the pain in his eyes, the fear come true of hurting you especially with his enhanced limb.

You knew he was insecure about it already, and you didn’t want to make him feel worse.

Even though you were still shaken from your fall, you knew in your heart that Bucky would never dream of hurting you on purpose, so you slowly got up and walked back towards him.

“It's ok daddy, accidents happen.” You said, offering a smile.

“You wanna try again, sugar?” He asked, holding his arms out to you, but you shook your head, not quite ready to risk it again.

“I wanna walk and hold your fancy hand!” You said, grabbing his vibranium fingers with glee and tugging slightly, indicating that you were getting impatient, wanting to get all this adult stuff over with so you and your daddy could go play.

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[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Bucky x M Listener SFW Daddy Bucky Returns Home

[M4M] [Age regression] [Caregiver Bucky] [Praise] [Pet names] [Comfort]

I said I'd make an M4M version and finally here it is! .

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[bunniesnuggie]

*•°Character List°•*

Who I write for, please remember writing is just hobby, I only write for characters I like too!! I have a rules list here! pls note all my work is little!reader only!!! also i will do fem caregivers i just can’t think of many rn :3

The Last of Us (video game)

♡ Abby Anderson

♡ Ellie Williams

Stranger Things

♡ Eddie Munson

♡ Robin Buckley

♡ Jim Hopper (the daddy issues are real🫣)

Scream

♡ Ethan Landry

♡ Amber Freeman

(all will be non-ghost-face au unless specified)

Outerbanks

♡ JJ Maybank

Marvel

♡ Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan too)

♡ Natasha Romanoff

♡ Valkyrie

♡ Gamorra

♡ Wanda Maximoff

♡ Pietro Maximoff (ATJ version)

♡ Peter Parker (andrew and tom)

(i headcanon toms peter to be a little so i will write him both as a little and cg, if requested he can be either one or a flip! but still only x little! reader, so they’d be little friends/siblings when he’s regressed :3 )

Harry Potter

(I’m 20 so i imagine them all aged up to be in their 20s)

♡ James Potter

♡ Remus Lupin

♡ Siris Black

Miscellaneous

♡ Corky (Bound)

♡ Hazel Callahan (Bottoms)

♡ Sandy Milkovich (Shameless)

♡ Shane McCutcheon (The L Word)

this was all i could think of right now, but i’ll add more to it as time goes on💕☺️

#cg!anyone #cg!bucky #cg!eddie #cg! eddie munson x little! reader #caregiver x little! reader #x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #pietro maximoff x little! reader #peter parker x little! reader

[purple-babygirl]

don't call me daddy V

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word count: 4,660

Summary : In a world where littles are openly themselves, they volunteer to help and be helped by willing caregivers. In spite of himself, Bucky finds himself stuck with one and to keep the nagging away, he has to learn how to be around her with everything that that entails.

Warnings: crying, age regression, fluff, a little angst

A/N: i would like to give credits for this part and its idea to🦊nonnie because without her ask there might've not been a fifth part to this story. Having said that, i'm thinking this should be the last part of the story because i am out of scenario your girl is empty. but anyway, please enjoy this one and have a tight hug xx💜💜

~

When they arrived back at her house, she was asleep in the passenger's seat.

Bucky didn’t want to wake her up. He knew she barely got any sleep last night because of the mean cough she was suffering from and so he carefully carried her inside without a word.

His heart kept speeding up every time he would remember what she called him after taking her shot as he slipped her feet out of her shoes and socks and tucked her in her bed.

He frankly had no idea what he would do if she was to wake up little and if he was ready to be a good daddy to her. What if he messed up again? He seemed to be a pro at that.

Luckily, when she woke up later that night, she was her big self again and didn’t seem to have any recollection of calling Bucky daddy, or if she did, she didn’t mention it.

Bucky gave her her cough syrup and the rest of the meds, helping her go back to sleep as he presumed his place on the floor by her bed.

In a way he couldn’t explain, even her coughs were more comfort than the silence at his house, and definitely more comfort than his nightmares.

It was 12 days of little sleep, a lot of crying, meds, movies and sleepovers until she was fully cured again, and even though Bucky hated that she was sick, those seemed to have been some of the best days he’s ever gotten to live since he’s come back to himself.

He got to laugh with someone, care for someone, comfort someone and enjoy the company of someone. And not just anyone; it was her.

But something was missing still.

Bucky wanted her to call him daddy. More than anything and from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to deserve that name, that role.

What Bucky had noticed in the days he’d stayed at her place was that she had no family pictures at all.

She had framed pictures of friends, of herself, of Corgi, but none of family members.

It didn’t come as a surprise because she’d mentioned it to him before, and he just knew that if he wanted to be her caregiver, her daddy, Bucky had to prove to her that he was nothing like those who’d hurt her. He had to prove himself worthy of taking care of her; set himself apart from them.

And to do that, he had to know more.

“I see no family pictures anywhere,” Bucky spoke as he helped her plant the new tulips she had in place.

“Yeah, we’re not close.” She shrugged, hand stuttering just the tiniest bit in their movements.

“Can I ask why?”

She sighed, “why?”

“I’m trying to learn from the mistakes of others.”

She laughed, “really?”

“Really.”

Oh, this wasn’t a joke?

“You know you don’t have to do that anymore, right?” She couldn’t understand why he would want to try again when the report was handed and he was let off the hook.

“I want to. I really want to.” Bucky wished his gloved hands weren’t muddy as they were so he could touch her face.

He found himself craving physical contact around her more often than not.

“You finally believe in the power of the program?” She teased, keeping her focus on the flowers she was rooting.

“No, I couldn’t care less about the institution and its programs.”

“Not even Mrs. Morrison?” She joked again.

“I’m serious, doll.”

“Why then?” She dropped the bulbs, deciding to face Bucky.

“I want it because it’s you I’ll be daddy to.”

“They never loved me for who I was.” She answered his previous question and Bucky felt a pang at his chest.

He had made her feel the same way.

He remained silent, not wanting to interrupt her in fear that she might stop.

“I always had to be a certain way, say certain things, act a certain way. Do what we say and then we’ll see if we can love you.”

Bucky might’ve been speechless, but his eyes spoke a million words, begging hers for forgiveness for his ignorant mistakes.

“That’s why it hurt so much when you showed me you didn’t accept the little version of me.”

“I’m so sorry-”

She shook her head, stopping him.

“I’ve been rejected for too long, Bucky, too many times. It took me a good while to finally believe that I was worth loving despite my quirks, ugly parts and possible mistakes. Took too long to teach myself that it didn’t matter if I cried all the time, was too clingy or too talkative; I was still lovable.” She pointed to her chest as she finished her words.

Bucky took his gloves off, pulling her in for a hug, unable to stop himself anymore. He had no words, only anger and remorse raging inside his chest.

“It takes you a while to unlearn stuff you’ve been taught your whole life by the people who were supposed to love you the most.” She whispered into his shirt.

“Doll, I’m so sorry,” Bucky whispered back.

“It’s okay.” She looked up at him, “I appreciate you, Bucky, I really do, but I don’t think I’m ready to lose everything I’ve built inside me if you decide in the middle of it that you weren’t fully ready to take on such a responsibility. I forgive you. I promise. But I don’t trust you enough to give up full control of myself and my life to you again. I’m sorry.” She pulled away from the hug, giving Bucky the option to walk away.

“Don’t be. I understand.” He remained in place.

“Are you gonna disappear now?” She wondered with a sad smile.

“No, you’re not getting rid of me so easily.” Bucky returned the smile, putting his gloves back on.

She smiled gratefully, “I don’t wanna lose you either. You’re such a great friend. And I owe you forever for taking care of me those past few days.”

“What if I prove myself to you though?” Bucky asked, dipping a tulip bulb in the soil.

“What?” She tilted her head in confusion.

“What if I show you how serious I am about this and prove myself worthy of you?”

“Bucky, you don’t have to do that. I know you have a life, responsibilities-”

“I want to do it. There’s nothing more important to me right now than this. And you.”

“If you’re doing this just because you can’t accept that you failed the program-”

“I swear on my ma’s soul, I want to do this. Because of you, doll. For you and with you.”

The words died on her tongue as she watched his sincere eyes implore hers.

“Would you give me a chance to prove myself to you? Please?”

“Okay, Bucky.” She swallowed, “one chance.”

“That’s all I need.” Bucky smiled.

She was not sick anymore and he didn’t have a reason to stick around. He also didn’t want to push her on the matter of regressing, so, respectful of her boundaries, he left.

~

After their conversation in the garden, Bucky had to go home.

His heart was heavy when he entered his empty apartment to nothing and no one. Being alone in here wasn’t something he enjoyed anymore.

It has been 2 days of intense research that Bucky has conducted on age regression and partners in little space when she texted him that night.

“Mr. Barnes, can you please come over?”

He wasn’t particularly happy about the fact that he was Mr. Barnes again, but he certainly was happy that she thought to text him when little. This was an improvement and it counted to Bucky.

“Will be right there, doll.” He texted back, running to his motorcycle.

~

Bucky took in a deep breath before knocking at her door, ready to prove himself a suitable daddy.

She opened with teary eyes, making Bucky’s heart sink.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked as he stepped inside.

“I can’t open the pickle jar and now my hands hurt,” she cried, showing him the insides of her palms and how red they were from trying so hard to twist the cap on the glass jar.

She was indeed a little worried that Bucky might find this stupid, that he might yell at her or get upset because she was crying over something minimal in his eyes.

But that wasn’t the case at all. The man was just thankful that she was alright.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed in relief, glad that she wasn’t actually hurt.

Until he remembered that this was a big deal to her. Her hands hurt and she was frustrated because the cap wouldn’t budge.

Moments like these definitely required a daddy.

“I thought Mr. Barnes could help,” she sniffled, her hand wiping under her nose, “metal arm.” She touched his gloved hand.

Bucky chuckled, taking the pickle jar out of her hand, “what if I can do it without the metal arm? What would you give me in return?”

“The biggest pickle?” She offered, wiping her tears away from her eyes, her crying stopping at once.

Bucky laughed at her innocence, “no, I want something else, doll.”

She tilted her head expectantly.

What could Mr. Barnes possibly want? Did he want the whole jar? Would he at least leave her one pickle? She was craving pickles-

“I want you to start calling me Bucky again. No more Mr. Barnes. Can you do that for me, doll?”

Oh, that was something she could do.

“Only if you can open the jar with your not metal hand,” she challenged, her little mind amazed by the idea because look at her hand! It had red marks all over when she tried opening that jar.

“You got it,” Bucky said, easily twisting the cap on the jar open, making her mouth open with it.

“Woah,” she whispered as Bucky handed her the jar with a laugh.

“You’re welcome, doll.” He smiled, watching her chew on a crunchy pickle.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She smiled back, offering him a big pickle.

Bucky’s nerves tingled, knowing he was one step closer to her and his desired title.

~

Moving forward, Bucky learned to distinguish between her big self and little self through texts.

Her little self would always talk about him and herself in third person.

Plus, her big self always needed help with bigger things like needing Bucky to fix her sink or look at her car, knowing he might burn down the city if she went back to asking Adam for help with those things.

Her little self, on the other hand, would need help with the lighter things, the sweeter things. She would call asking for help with Corgi, something too high on a shelf or even just wanting Bucky’s company.

Tonight was one of those nights.

It was thundering more than usual and Bucky had wanted to go and be with her, but he didn’t want to invade her privacy.

But then she called and her scared voice saying his name had Bucky moving even before she uttered the words.

He was proud that she now knew that he was just only one call away; that he would come running whenever she needed. She could finally count on him to be there for her and he couldn’t be more contented.

He knew that consistency was important in relationships, especially one where she was little.

“Hey, doll, it’s okay. It’s just a little thunder,” Bucky cooed, rubbing her back as she let him inside.

“I’m not scared anymore now that Bucky is here.” She smiled, her breathing visibly slowing down.

“Well, I’m staying the night so you have nothing to worry about,” he chuckled, following her to the bedroom.

“Bucky covered his motorcycle?” she asked, worried his vehicle would get ruined.

“Leave that for now, we’ll hose it down together tomorrow when it’s sunny.”

“Corgi loves the hose,” she spoke out the first thought that came to her mind and Bucky loved it, laughing heartily at her comment.

The dog’s ears perked at the sound of his name, jumping at Bucky’s feet as soon as he entered the bedroom, waiting for his share of pets.

He bent down to give the dog some love when he heard her sigh.

“Corgi loves Bucky too.” She smiled shyly, internally wishing her name was Corgi.

“Bucky loves Corgi right back,” Bucky whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

She only smiled bigger, running to her bed and getting under the covers.

When Bucky got down to sleep on the floor that night, however, she slipped off her bed and right next to him.

“Doll, the floor is too cold for you. Sleep on your bed, come on.” Bucky sat up, wanting to help her up on the bed again but she wouldn’t move.

“Wanna be next to Bucky,” she said with a pout.

“But-”

“I know Bucky can’t sleep on beds. It’s okay. Doll will sleep here,” she told him, squeezing Wolfie in her arms.

Bucky’s heart fluttered and it made his mind light up with an idea only a true daddy would have.

“Do you wanna build a fort?” He suggested and her face instantly beamed with a smile as she nodded.

Of course she did!

That night as Bucky gathered all of her soft blankets to make her a floor mattress inside a fort full of fluffy pillows, he knew he was smitten.

This girl had him head over heels for her and there was nothing in the world that he wouldn’t do just to see her smile.

“Can Bucky please tell me a story?”

“Sure, doll. Do you have any books I can read to you from?”

“I have books that big me likes but I don’t want those.”

“What would you like then?”

“I want a story that is Bucky’s. Tell me a story you didn’t tell anyone at the institution.”

Oh, she was jealous. The thought made Bucky smile as he pulled the covers up to her neck to make sure she was warm down on the floor.

“Okay, you ready?” Bucky asked, dimming the lights in her room.

She made herself comfortable under the covers, big eyes watching Bucky’s handsome grin as the cozy atmosphere he’s created comforted her through the storm, “ready.”

“Once upon a time, there was a small idiot who picked up fights with boys much bigger than himself. His name was Steve…”

Bucky fell asleep with his hand stroking her hair, watching her soft breaths leave her chest that night without abruptly waking up in the middle of it for the first time in forever.

~

Bucky didn’t know what it was like to be her, but he was going to do his best to put himself in her shoes like she’d previously tried.

She deserved to be fully and entirely understood.

He witnessed a glimpse of her feelings towards the concept of family a couple of times when they would watch movies like The Lion King or Lilo and Stitch.

She didn’t seem to be affected by the death of Mufasa even though he knew her to be a very sensitive little. She was sad for Simba, of course, but not for Mufasa’s demise. Similarly with Lilo and Stitch, she didn’t care much about the concept of the family.

There was an actual barrier separating her from experiencing any positive feelings that came with the idea of family. Because she had none to associate with hers.

With some more research, Bucky managed to find a few animated movies that didn’t seem to revolve around the idea of family love and how family was everything and whatnot.

One of those movies was The Willoughbys. The movie depicted how neglecting some parents can be and that 2 people loving each other and getting married didn’t necessarily mean they would love their children too.

It was a very unique movie and Bucky was actually happy they could make such movies nowadays.

When the song I Choose You started playing in the movie, Bucky felt her small hand squeezing into a fist.

He silently wrapped his hand around hers, offering quiet comfort and support.

“Bucky chooses you, doll. Wholeheartedly.” Bucky reassured, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

He looked down to see tears in her innocent eyes as she showed her feelings for the first time during one of their movie nights.

“Bucky chooses me?” she croaked, lip trembling as she cried.

“I choose Bucky, too.” She pulled him down by one cheek to leave a kiss on the other.

Bucky froze.

It was the first time she’s kissed him since he applied that cream on her burnt hand back at his house. She did it on her own, too.

“And I choose Corgi,” she said, running her fingers through the hair of the puppy sleeping soundly on her lap.

“That’s right, and Corgi chooses you. Family doesn’t have to be the ones you were born with, doll,” Bucky told her as he wiped her tears away, “you can choose the family you want for yourself”.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She hugged him tight, afraid he might not be real and that this moment is all made up.

“You’re welcome, doll.” Bucky kissed the side of her head as they pulled away.

“Can I choose Adam, too?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper as she gauged Bucky’s reaction.

She could actually hear his chest rumble with a low “argh” before he nodded despite himself, making her giggle.

“Don’t worry. I only have one Bucky.” She reassured, slinging her arm around Bucky’s metal one.

One daddy, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. She was still scared.

~

Bucky knew that she needed her own independent time alone sometimes even when little, and he would allow her just that, texting throughout the day just to make sure she was okay, reminding her to drink water and take care of herself.

But there was one particularly hard weekend when she felt real down about some of her plants dying as the storm took them out of the ground.

When she opened the door she was clearly disheveled, hair all messy and looking like it hadn’t been brushed all week.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky spoke gently as he closed the door behind him.

She quickly ran into his arms, needing the comfort more than anything, “my plants are dead and Corgi peed on my new carpet and my hair doesn’t smell like shampoo anymore and I’m-”

Damn. She was spiraling. She just slipped out of his hug and on the floor. Oh no.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here now and I got you, okay?” Bucky tried his best to reassure her, getting on his knees before her to look into her eyes.

“Okay,” she hiccupped, nodding even though she wasn’t fully convinced.

“What happened to the plants?” Bucky wanted to handle her concerns one at a time.

“My apple trees were pulled out of place because of the storm,” she started sobbing again as she remembered what had happened to her hard word.

“Okay, okay, tell you what, I’ll put them back in place, okay?”

“Really?” She sniffed.

“Really.” Bucky smiled kindly.

“Okay.” She nodded, trying to control her breathing.

“And we’ll throw the new carpet in the washing machine, and keep Corgi in his playpen with pee pads,” Bucky gave her the steps of how the day was going to go, leading her by the hand to where Corgi was.

“Okay.” She nodded again, her tears ceasing.

“And while the carpet is being washed, I’ll help you wash your hair. Does that sound okay?” Bucky asked her permission, wanting to make sure she was completely comfortable.

“Yes.” She was finally smiling again as well.

“Okay, let’s get you in here,” Bucky told the puppy before placing him inside his playpen.

He spread a few sheets on which the dog could pee if needed before collecting the affected mat.

“Let’s take this to the washing machine,” Bucky voiced his movements, wanting to put her at ease as he kept her hand in his and walked with her to the bathroom.

“In you go.” Bucky threw the rug inside the washing machine along with some detergent.

“Now what do we do?” He asked her, wanting to keep her out of her head.

“Wash doll’s hair?” She asked with half a smile.

“That’s right, get in there.” Bucky tilted his head towards the bathtub with a smile.

~

And for some reason, it was different this time. He didn’t feel all weird seeing her naked. Maybe it was because he knew her better this time and was familiar with her in more ways than one that such intimacy didn’t startle him.

He wasn’t sure, but Bucky wasn’t complaining, only grateful as she closed her sweet eyes and trusted him to wash her hair for her.

“Alright, show me how it’s done,” Bucky encouraged, instructing her to whip her hair to the front so he could wrap the towel around it.

She did as told with a giggle, dangling her hair before her and letting Bucky wrap it up the best he could.

“Off to the couch.” Bucky chuckled as he watched her skip in her cashmere bathrobe to her couch.

Later after Bucky has brushed her hair for her, he helped her get dressed and they went outside together to replant the fallen apple saplings the wind had knocked down just like he'd promised.

The smile on her face was new and unmatched as she watched Bucky handle her plants with care.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She hugged him close, hardly wanting to let go as they stood in the middle of her garden.

Bucky was now rooted in her heart just like the plants in her garden were in their soil.

She didn’t think she could be away from him anymore. She didn’t want to be away from him anymore.

“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she whispered timidly as they started walking back to the house.

“What do you want on your piz- what did you say?” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“I’m hungry.” She bit her lip and looked away quickly, hesitant now that his eyes were on her.

“Before that, doll.” Bucky brought her eyes back to his by her chin.

“D-daddy?”

Bucky smiled a smile that reached his eyes as they lit up with gratitude. He couldn’t believe he was finally hearing that word.

“Daddy’s thinking pizza, doll. Sound okay?”

Her face glowed up with her own smile as she witnessed Bucky, with full commitment, refer to himself as daddy.

She nodded, knowing this was going to be the most delicious pizza she was ever going to eat.

~

“What is daddy thinking?” She asked when she noticed his eyes on her, slipping a loose strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

“Just thinking about all the things you make me feel, doll.” He smiled, turning his face to kiss her hand before it left his face.

Her face started heating up as she retracted her hand, tingles spreading all over her, “things like what?”

“You make me feel like there’s still good in this world. Like I’m worth patience and kindness and maybe even… love,” Bucky voiced his feelings, eyes dreamy as they watched her pretend to be focused on organizing her stuffies’ seats on the floor.

“You are, daddy,” she replied sincerely, hurting inside that Bucky might doubt this even a little.

“I can’t believe I was so horrible to you, doll.” Bucky’s sigh came out hot from his chest, holding so much regret.

“That’s in the past, daddy. Doll doesn’t think about it no more.” She smiled, her littler hand covering his own lovingly before giving a soothing squeeze.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” Bucky held her hand up and gave the back of it a noisy kiss.

She laughed, face heating up more at the sweet attention, “no body’s perfect, remember?”

Bucky tried to continue laughing with her but he was still kicking himself for what he did to her during her visit to his house.

“How did you even tolerate me back then, doll? I was the worst.” Bucky covered his face with his hands as he threw his head back, laying on his back on the floor full of shame.

“That’s not true. You just misunderstood me and that happens!” She was quick to defend him, refusing the idea that he would even criticize himself, “daddy is the best.”

“I know, but it still gave me no right to treat you the way I did.” Bucky’s eyes teared up at the memories of his very mean words and actions, “I made you cry a lot.” He struggled to forgive himself for that one.

“Daddy, I forgave you, I swear,” she promised, her hands cradling his full cheeks.

She felt like her heart might stop from sadness if Bucky was to cry right now.

“I’m really sorry. I’m really really sorry, doll.” Bucky’s eyes were sincere, holding so much emotion in them that she felt her own begin to fill up with tears.

“Daddy, you don’t need to apologize no more,” she whispered, doing her best to hold back tears.

“You have made me the luckiest man on earth by accepting me as your caregiver, your daddy, and you’ve taught me so much, doll.” Bucky actually started crying, a lot of held-inside feelings coming out at once.

“Daddy.” Her thumb wiped under his eyes gently as she felt her own tears roll down, “don’t say stuff like that”.

“But I need to. Because you did. You taught me unconditional love and acceptance. You taught me what it means to live again. Doll, your patience with my terribleness has taught me that maybe I’m not a hopeless case after all, and that this shell of a man with a metal arm might be capable of things he thought have been wiped from his memory long ago.”

“Daddy, please stop crying,” she sobbed, pressing her forehead to his chin as her attempts at wiping his tears away have proven to be futile.

“I love you so much, doll. I love you with every old bit of me and if you’ll have me…”

“Daddy?” she raised her head, eyes on Bucky’s face, trying to read his expression.

Could Bucky really be asking what she thought he was asking?

“Doll, I want you to be my baby for more than just a few days. Would you give me that honor? Would you let me be your daddy for real?”

“Daddy, are you sure?” she nervously bit her lip.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything before.” Bucky promised.

She nodded frantically, afraid the offer might disappear if she took too long to respond, “yes.”

“Thank you, doll.” Bucky breathed as he pulled her to him, strong arms engulfing her in a protective hug.

“Daddy will not regret it later?” her eyes watched him, a small hint of doubt still tainting her trust.

“Do you like the moon, doll?”

“Yes.” She tilted her head, not understanding the relation between her question and Bucky’s answer.

“You know how our sky only has one moon?”

She nodded.

“My heart is just like that. It can only have one doll no matter how much time passes.”

“Oh.” She sniffled, trying to hold the tears in.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky gave her hair a long kiss.

“I love you, daddy.” She kissed his chest, her arms tightening their hold around him as best as she could, never wanting to be away from him again.

And she wasn’t going to be. Bucky was an idiot who let her go once; never again was he going to make that mistake.

He was blessed with her now and he was going to spend every day of his life proving he was worthy of this blessing.

~

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[holylulusworld]

Pick you up

Summary: Daddy comes to save the day.

Pairing: Biker!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: angst, bitchy girls, heavy daddy kink, caregiver Ari, sexual harassment (not Ari), implied violence, hurt & comfort (kinda), fluff, comforting, protective Ari

Read the prequel here: Let you down

Pick you up masterlist

“Daddy, please come pick me up. They are all so mean to me,” you sniff on the phone. “I don’t want to stay here. I thought this is going to be fun, but it’s not.”

The girls from your workplace watch you on the phone. They roll their eyes and huff.

“She calls her daddy to pick her up. We were right. She’s not mature enough for our little club. I don’t know what a girl like her wants in New York.”

You hang up and sigh. The plan to spend the weekend with the people you’re working with went down the drain the moment they started to talk low about your outfit, your make-up (or rather the lack of it), and the fact that you don’t want to talk about yourself with people you barely know.

Ignoring your nagging colleagues, you walk out of the living room to grab your bag and jacket. You will wait outside for your daddy to pick you up.

You exhale sharply when one of them follows you outside. “You didn’t have to call your daddy. How old are you, twelve?”

“Just leave me alone,” you shoulder your bag and grab the door handle. “I’ll be waiting outside. I want nothing to do with you and the others.”

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes before you see his bike. Your heart flutters when your daddy brings the motorcycle to a complete stop. He plants both feet firmly on the ground, making you shiver as you stare at his long legs.

You wring your hands as he kicks the kickstand down with his left foot and leans the bike on it. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you press your thighs together, adding pressure to your tingling clit.

Ari swings his right foot over the motorcycle to get off it. He takes off his helmet and grins when his eyes land on you.

Eyes glued to Ari; you swallow thickly as he shakes his head to tame his mane.

“That’s…her … daddy?” Your colleagues gathered outside to get a look at your father. Or so they thought. They didn’t know you called your daddy, not your father. “He looks too young for being her father.”

“You are telling me!” Suzanne, the leader of the little group harassing you sneers. “That guy is not her father.”

“He’s so tall and handsome,” Caroline says. “No wonder she didn’t want to play with one of the guys. She’s got a hunk at home.”

“A daddy,” Suzanne grunts. “I knew something is off with that bitch.”

While your colleagues watch you and Ari, he worriedly calls your name.

“Y/N, what happened,” Ari asks, furrowing his brows as you run toward him to bury your face in his chest. “Baby kitten. Do I need to break bones or faces?”

“They wanted to play truth or dare, and spin the bottle,” you begin. “I agreed, because why not?”

“Okay.” Ari hums. “Go ahead. Daddy is here now.”

“Uh-I didn’t know there will be guys too, I swear.” You feel Ari stiffen. A deep rumble emits from his chest, and you know, someone is in trouble. You only hope it isn’t you. “I didn’t want to spin the bottle anymore because they changed the rules.”

“What rules? Tell me about it, princess,” you relax and take a deep breath. Ari always makes you feel safe and calm.

“They said we need to choose truth or dare. I chose dare, and suddenly the guys from the company were there too. They wanted to play too and Suzanne said I must kiss one of them.”

“I’ll kill them,” he growls. No one touches you but him. “No one forces my girl to kiss them.”

“I refused and chose truth instead. I said that I cannot kiss someone else because I got my boyfriend at home. They laughed, but agreed,” You sniffle. “They wanted me to tell them about the last time we had sex. I refused and they made fun of me. Calling me an uptight virgin.”

“It’s alright, I’m here now. Even if you were a virgin, it wouldn’t be a reason to make fun of you. They are awful people,” Ari softly speaks to you. You’re already worked up and he doesn’t want to risk you starting to hyperventilate. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“That’s not all.” You whimper now. “The game continued. The guys joined us. After a few rounds, the bottle landed on me. One of them chose dare and they…they wanted me to…”

“Baby, what happened?”

“They wanted me to ride one of the guys’ thighs. I told them that I got a boyfriend and won’t cheat on him. At first, I thought it was a joke. But they tried to push me onto that guy. I cried and grabbed my phone.”

“And then you called me,” Ari concludes as you slowly nod against him. “Good girl. You knew daddy always comes to your aid. Let me just kill them for you.”

“Please don’t leave me alone. Please,” you sniffle. “I don’t want to be alone with them ever again.”

“Princess, come with me.” Ari takes your bag out of your hands. He wraps one arm around your shoulders to guide you away from your colleague’s house and toward the street.

“Where are we going…?” you gasp as you see the whole club waiting for you and Ari.

You forgot that they wanted to go for a ride. Guilt washes over you. It was Ari’s day off and he wanted to spend it with his friends. Now you messed this up too.

Steve, the boss of the club gets off his bike. He nods at Ari as your boyfriend points at you. “Steve will take care of you for a moment. You like Steve right? He’s a good man and will protect you. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you whimper.

“I’ve got her, Ari. Do what you must do,” Steve’s features soften when you watch Ari leave your side. “He’ll be right back, Y/N. Don’t worry. Ari was out of his mind when he heard you cry on the phone.”

“Maybe we should help him?” Bucky, another member of the club asks. He sneaked around the area and heard every word. “I wouldn’t mind roughing those douchebags up. Break a bone or two.”

“Buck, that’s Ari’s job,” Steve warns. “If he needs our help, we will help. Give him a moment…”

Meanwhile, at the house, Ari barks at the women harassing you. “My girl loves her job and won’t quit because of you. If you ever make her life harder or just look at her the wrong way, we all will pay you a visit.”

“We…we didn’t…” Suzanne stammers. She never got yelled at by a tall guy like Ari before and is close to wetting herself.

“I know what you did,” Ari snaps at her. “Who is the guy putting his hands on my girl? Who wanted to force her to ride his thigh?”

“Uh-it’s him!” The other men point at the man wanting you to ride him. “He said that he wants her before we started the game. We didn’t have anything to do with it. It was all Suzanne and him.”

“You—” Ari cracks his neck. “Well, then. Let me show you what happens when you harass a woman.”

“Ari. Daddy,” you run toward Ari the moment you see him. “What happened?” You look at his bloody knuckles. “You’re hurt.”

“Did you give it to them good?” Bucky smirks. “I can help. Let me break a few bones.”

“Buck, stop. I know you are antsy since your girl left, but we’ve got no time to start a fight,” Steve grunts. “Let’s bring Y/N home. She had a rough day.”

Ari carefully guides you toward his bikes. He softly speaks your name and caresses your back. “I’ll bring you home now, princess.”

After a short ride back home you are in Ari’s arms. He whispers soothing words and nuzzles his face in your neck.

You’re lying on a soft mattress, hidden under the pillowfort you and Ari built for days like these. Days in which the world gets too much for you.

“You’re safe with me, princess. Always.”

“I know,” you mumble sleepily. “My protector…”

>> Prequel

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Accidentally Finding Family (Bucky Barnes X Teen!Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC, PARENTAL

Characters: Bucky Barnes X Teen!Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: HYDRA, mention of kidnapping, mention of torture, mention of death of family, mention of amputation

Request: Hi can I request a teen reader where she is kind of like Bucky and is a hydra agent that is from the 40s and the team finds her in a base in cryofreeze and Steve and Bucky help her learn to adjust to the future and maybe Bucky helps her deal with nightmares? Or maybe she also has a metal arm and he helps her become less insecure about it idk. Also she ends up seeing Steve and Bucky as parental figures with cute family bonding? Sorry if that’s all over the place!

“Do you have any goals you have in mind for the next year or so? Next five years?” The question, targeted at Bucky, was being asked by his therapist. A few months ago, Bucky wasn’t sure what he would have answered with. A few months ago, Bucky was still filled with grief of a life lost, a life tainted with torture, his memories torn and ripped to shreds with only little fragments he could make out. But Bucky had done a hell of a lot of healing since rejoining his best friend. With therapy, Steve and Wanda’s help, those shreds of his past were being sewn back together, he’d come to accept that while his past is something he’d never fully recover from, he was still in possession of a young body, ready to try to live the life he actually wanted to live before HYDRA. A life with his new friends, and his one old one. He was ready to look into the future. 

He sat back, relaxing into the settee, thinking to himself, before he let his thoughts leave his mouth. “A family.” He started. He looked over at his therapist, who smiled, nodding and notioning him to elaborate. “I loved looking after my little sister before the war. I loved looking out for Steve when he was still a punk… I think it’s always been a part of me to want to look after and care for people. Biological or adopted… the idea of having a child, someone to look after, someone to care for, be there for… to be needed by someone… I’d like that.” 

“That’s definitely a doable goal I think. I think you’re finally in a place where you’d be able to be a caregiver. If you want to be sure, there are volunteering positions to help people at events- young children, camps for teenagers, so on, so forth. There’s also courses to give people more skills and knowledge on raising children that I can enrol you in?” She suggested. Bucky agreed. Not long after all of that, the session ended, and Bucky began his walk back to base to see if anyone had heard from the rest of the team yet. Almost all of the Avengers- except Bruce- had gone out on a mission. Originally he had been meant to go himself, but when the team found out that he had a session booked the same day and he might not make it, they removed him from it, knowing that his healing is far more important than another gun on their already overpowered team. 

About halfway through the walk, was when his phone in his pocket buzzed repeatedly. He felt it easily, and he pulled the phone out, seeing Steve’s name on the front, and he answered it, pressing the phone to his ear. “Hey Steve, I’m on my way back now, are you already back?” He asked Steve, continuing his walk. 

“Bucky I need to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me to the best of your ability.” Steve’s serious tone made Bucky freeze on the side of the street. His eyes darted around the busy streets, finding a corner that was silent and hidden in shadows, and dashing over to it, before answering Steve. 

“Alright. Ask away.” Bucky answered. 

“Do you know of any other Winter Soldiers?” Steve asked, and immediately Bucky’s heart thudded.

“N-No. Wait, did you find more?” Bucky asked. 

“We don’t know… she’s a kid, Buck.” Steve answered. Bucky wanted to be sick, his mind already racing on what exactly they had found. A girl, a young girl, a child, according to Steve. And from whatever information and evidence they had found, it was enough to point them back to the Winter Soldier program and him. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Is she alive?”

“Yeah. Yeah she’s alive, we’re trying to treat her for a few injuries, but we’re having issues… James I think… she’d really benefit with you being here.” He told his best friend. That seemed odd to Bucky. He was a mythical monster to the other weapons of HYDRA, used to scare them into obeying, and he had no doubt that stories of him, even after he had escaped, would have been used to bring fear, especially to children. Still, he trusted Steve and his judgement. 

“Alright. I’ll be there soon.” Bucky answered shortly, hanging up, and his once leisurely stroll back to base, turned into a long sprint marathon. 

He arrived back in less than 20 minutes, finding Natasha already waiting for him, her motioning for him to follow her. “How did you find her?” He asked her. 

“They realised we were attacking them and raised the alarm, and seemingly let her loose with some of their other agents to try and slow us down. That didn’t happen though.” Natasha explained, power walking through the base. 

“What do you mean it didn’t happen?” Bucky asked. 

“She turned on them. She killed several of the guards and scientists herself and we found her in the process of trying to kill the head researcher. He’s getting medical care- it’s 50/50 whether he’ll live or not, not that I really care. After we stopped her, she surrendered to us, but she’s not talking and won’t let anyone touch her. We really don’t want to restrain her Buck, since that will undoubtedly make her worse, but I realised she was bleeding from her leg and we think she’s been shot but we can’t treat her.” Natasha explained, stopping at a door, and finally turning to him. 

“How can I help with this? If anything, she’s going to have heard about me and become terrified.” He questioned, her features softening into a sad smile. 

“Can you take your jacket off and your glove? So she can see it?” She asked. Bucky’s eyes darted down to his arm, flexing his robotic fingers, before looking up at Natasha, unsure and confused. “We’ll introduce you, just… be as soft and kind as possible with her, okay? Trust me.” She asked. Bucky sighed, and with some hesitance, he removed his glove, shoving it into his jacket pocket, before pulling his jacket off, leaving him with just his short sleeve shirt, his arm on full display. Bucky nodded to her, and she opened the door, stepping in and aside to let him in. 

“Come on kiddo, I promise it’ll be over before you know it.” Bucky walked into the scene of Tony trying to talk to you, offering a small bag of fruity snacks, though you kept your head down and totally ignored his presence beside you. Bruce was on the other side of you, looking lost on what he can do without making anything worse. Steve was leant against the nearby wall, spotting Bucky and Nat first, and he stood up straight. Bucky glanced at him, before properly looking at you, and when he did, he understood. 

You were sitting on the medical bed, legs stretched out, your head low, and your arms hugged against your body. Your arms were what Bucky hyper fixated on. They were metal, both of them, all the way up to the shoulders. You had tucked your arms to the best of your ability under the thin blanket that already had a growing blood stain where one of your legs were. Bucky wasn’t sure what had happened to you that meant you had to have both your arms amputated and replaced by robotic ones, or even if there was a reason or if they just did that, but that didn’t matter right now. You were clearly uncomfortable with them being seeing, and your hatred for being touched was something that Bucky empathised with. 

“Thanks for coming so quickly.” Steve spoke up, making Tony and Bruce turn as well, and after a moment, Bucky watched as your eyes also looked up to see who was there, and met his. He was convinced he’d see you flinch, be terrified, and he would make this whole situation worse, but then your eyes left his, and fell onto his arm, and he watched you relax. You actually relaxed in his presence. That immediately made Bucky relax as well as he slowly stepped closer. Tony moved out of his way so he could be by your side.

“English?” Bucky clarified and you nodded at him. “Alright. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky. I know better than anyone how scary this all is, and how you probably really don’t want anyone prodding or poking at you anymore.” He spoke softly, keeping eye contact with you. He caught in the corner of his eye that you raised one arm from under the sheets, hesitantly reaching for him, specifically his metal arm. He reached out as well, carefully taking your metal arm in his, and your eyes stared at his arm, as the metal sheets slid and moved to adjust, similar to your own, before you looked back at him. 

“They hurt you too?” You asked quietly. Bucky swallowed hard, knowing who ‘they’ were, and he nodded. 

“Lost it originally from falling out of a train, but they kidnapped me and did this… my friends have helped me adjust, and they want to help you too.” He explained to you.

“They…” You hesitated, looking down at your hand holding his, before continuing. “They took mine. I don’t know why. They just did.” You explained to him, and Bucky nodded along, listening to you while also clenching his jaw, trying not to cry. Trying not to squeeze your hand on accident because of his anger. 

“They were wrong for doing that, they were pure evil, and I promise you, you’re safe now, and they can’t hurt you anymore, I promise.” He smiled reassuringly. “As soon as we tend to that bullet wound, we’ll get you settled in, you can start school, be a normal teenager, or as normal as you can be, how does that sound?” He asked, and after a lot of hesitation, you nodded, and with Bucky holding your hand, you allowed Bruce to tend to your wound. 

You didn’t talk to anyone for the first week, other than Bucky, but slowly started talking to the others as time passed. They got you situated in one of the bedrooms on base, but after FRIDAY reported you kept hiding under the bed or locking yourself on purpose in the bathroom and sleeping on the cold tile floor, Bucky made the suggestion to move you into a smaller space. He didn’t have to go into detail when explaining you weren’t used to sleeping on a nice warm bed in a giant room, and how it probably felt alien and wrong to sleep there. Tony didn’t have any rooms that were smaller that could function as a bedroom, and it was Steve who suggested you move into an apartment with one of them, that someone clearly being Bucky. Bucky, like showing up to see you in the first place, wasn’t sure about that idea- worried he’d have a relapse with his nightmares and scare you, but he trusted Steve. Tony paid for an upgraded apartment- a two bedroom in brooklyn, still a small walk away from Steve if he was needed, and Bucky moved all his stuff in before they moved you in. 

“This is the place.” Bucky told you, opening the door to the apartment, and you cautiously stepped inside, looking around. Bucky didn’t have a lot of things, so other than a bookshelf crammed with books, an old radio, the bulky television and some photos before the war on one wall and another wall of photos from after escaping HYDRA. James wasn’t sure how you’d react to all this, so he watched you diligently. He walked around, leaning on a wall, just watching you. He saw your eyes look around, before you spotted his old radio- one that was close replica to the ones before the war- and you seemed to relax, before walking over to it, gingerly touching it, before turning it on, tuning it a little, seemingly disappointed at the radio station, before looking around, and spotting the pre-war photographs, and walked over, looking at them, and smiling. “You like them?” Bucky asked, walking over slowly. 

“They remind me of before the war.” You commented, before seeming to think and turning to him quickly. “Are you from before the war too?” You asked him. Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together. 

“Are you? Y/N, what year did they take you?” He demanded. 

“1940… 1945? I think? The war was still on…” You explained to him, looking back at the photos, spotting him in his uniform. “You were a sergeant?”

“Y/N.” Bucky stepped closely, gently grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. “You were kidnapped by HYDRA before the war? You were frozen?” He asked. You nodded. Bucky hated that. He hated that there was yet another thing you shared with him. Metal arms, HYDRA, lives before the war, being weapons, and thrust into a new world. He’d long accepted that it’s just his life now, but that it happened to you? A kid? He hated it. “Y/N… What do you remember about your life before the war?” He asked. 

You talked for hours. Sitting down on the couch, you just talked about all you remembered, bits and pieces, sometimes certain memories popping up from talking and you’d interrupt yourself just to talk about them. You told him about your parents, your dad being in the army, your mom working in a factory where they made ammunition and ballistics, where unfortunately an accident happened with fire and an explosion, and your mother was killed, leaving you alone for a period of time with your dad other seas and unable to return, and no other family to care for you, before you were sent to go live with a foster family until after the war. That family were actually HYDRA. You didn’t know what happened to your dad, if he survived the war, and if he did, if he looked for you or if he was told you had died and he moved on, maybe had a new family. Maybe you had a step mother, half siblings, maybe you were an aunt now… but you didn’t know. Bucky took the time to text your dad’s name and rank in the war to Natasha and ask her to look into him, and she responded an hour later with an obituary, and a date of death and cause. Killed in action. Bucky told you the news softly, and it was then you stopped talking. You sat there for a period of time, just processing what he had said, and Bucky remained sat there, waiting for you.

“...I’m alone, aren’t I?” You finally spoke up. “I’ve lost everything.” 

“Not necessarily.” Bucky pointed out. “If your dad was in the military, then there’s probably photographs of him. If any photos were taken of you and your family before the war, I know for a fact that Natasha and Tony can find them, and we can get them printed and framed for you, so you can have something of theirs… and you have me.” He told you. You turned to look at him. 

“Really?” 

“Of course. As long as you need me, I’m there. I’ve been through exactly the same thing as you, I know exactly how you’re feeling and I want you to be happy and to have as close to a normal life as possible. Since you live with me, that makes me your guardian. If you want to go to school, I’ll go to all your parent-teacher meetings and help with your homework. If you want to do after school activities, I’ll go to all your games and shows and awards. If you want to talk about the 1930’s and 40’s, let’s talk about it, if you want to talk about what happened with HYDRA, let’s talk about it or we can try therapy if you want. Whatever you want to do with your life, I’ll support you no matter what. I’m here for you, no matter what, and I’m not going anywhere.” He told you. You didn’t respond at first, and when you did, you didn’t respond with words. Instead, you crawled across the couch to be closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, and resting your head on his shoulder, and Bucky hugged you back. 

“I’d like that. Thank you.” He heard you speak. He held you as the sun went down, and only after realizing you had fallen asleep and he was gonna have to carry you to bed, that he realized something. He’d done it. He’d reached his goal that he had set with his therapist just over a month ago. It was totally unconventional, nothing he could have predicted, but he’d gotten his family. He’d found the child he wanted, the person he wanted to care and be there for, to watch grow and thrive and to help them with that. He’d found you. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[agere-fics]

i cant seep :<<<<

Oh no, bug! That's no good. Sounds like a case of "mindzoomities" :(

But don't worry, Dr. B. Barnes is here! Hmm, let's see... Here's some things you can try:

• Read a picture book 📚 (you can imagine I'm reading to you, pumpkin)

• Change up where you're sleeping. I'm sure you're an expert Fort Builder™ or blanket pallet maker.

• Put on ambiance or soft tv

• Turn off the lights

• Grab hold of your stuffie, close your eyes, and take 5 repeats of slow in and out breathes

You'll be okay, kiddo. You're safe, I've got you. I hope you find some rest.

- Daddy

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[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hi friend :) can please write Bucky x little reader where our therapist recommends we try age regression and how we are very hesitant at first but he just makes us feel loved and comfortable?

Let’s try it

Content - age regression, cg!bucky, psychologists, anxiety, apprehensive!reader, light swearing, soft toys, dummy use, bottles, slight angst, fluff cuddles, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when your psychologist gives you a new coping mechanism to try bucky helps makes you feel comfortable with trying it.

Authors note - thank you for the request my love sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy it!, reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

Translation - honey love = med lyubov'

“Age what?” You questioned your psychologist curiosity, you never got over how many things you’d never heard of before in terms of the mind.

“Age regression dear, I think it might benefit you” dr irin said plainly with a reassuring smile plastered across her lips “what does that entail?” “Well age regression therapy is when you revert to a childlike mindset in order to heal your inner child so to speak.”

You sat there for a minute trying to process the information given to you. “So how old would I go back too?” “It’s hard to say dear, it depends on what your mind does” she smiled reaching into her desk to pull out a pamphlet and some recommended websites.

“Now I was also thinking that some people who experience age regression find it easier when they have someone to take care of them, so maybe your partner James-“ “Bucky, yeah no I’m not bothering him with this” you said butterfly’s making their way into your chest.

“Okay hon” dr irin said softly “just know it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s perfectly healthy” “okay” you sighed looking down at the pamphlet.

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“Hi baby” Bucky smiled putting down the spatula and turning down the heat on the stove before walking over too you.

“Hi Bub, what’re you making?” You asked curiously walking over to the frying pan “pancakes, figured you might like some after your session” he smiled kissing your temple.

“Aww thank you, you bloody softy come here” you smiled pulling him in and kissing his soft lips “your welcome, so how’d you go?” He asked returning to the stove and flipping a pancake over on the other side.

“Yeah it was okay” you sighed sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs “what did you talk about?” “Not much she just gave me some strategies” you sighed smiling as you watched Bucky place the pancakes on a plate “what do you want on ‘em bub?” He said walking over to the fridge.

“Can I have one with maple syrup and fruit and another with lemon and sugar please?” “Of course you can my love.”

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A few hours went by eventually turning the sky dark.

You were currently sitting on the sofa your favourite show playing on the telly while scrolling through your unanswered messages of the day.

Suddenly you realised your phone was about to run out of charge “buck can you get me my portable charger please?” You called out to Bucky who was sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper.

“Sure where is it?” “In my bag I think” “okay”

In retrospect you probably should of remembered that you took your bag to your appointment. A few minutes later bucky came out with your portable charger in one hand and the pamphlet in his vibranium one.

“Here you go doll, hey what’s this?” He asked as he scanned the contents “what’s what?” You asked plugging in your phone and looking up at him “oh shit.”

“It’s nothing” you said quickly attempting to snatch it off him only to have him hold it up higher still accessing the words “it’s just something dr irin gave me give it here” “sounds interesting” he said gently giving it to you.

“Don’t judge it please I don’t even wanna do it it’s stupid” you whispered “hey hey no it’s not stupid if your doctor said it might help you should give it a go” he said kindly sitting next to you gently making you look at him.

“But I don’t know how and what if it doesn’t work it’s gonna be weird I just don’t-“ “hey dolly look at me yeah deep breaths in for 5 hold for 4 out for 5, that’s the way” he said softly guiding you through your breathing.

Once you calmed down you talked Bucky through what your psychologist had told you and he was completely on board.

During the next few days things went back to normal, that was until bucky received a large package “Bucky” you said suspiciously watching him sign for it seeing his cheeky smile.

“What have you done now” you said accusingly “ahh it’s actually for you sweetheart” he said kindly placing the box on the kitchen bench and ripping it open.

Inside there was a selection of soft toys, colouring in books, some bottles and a teal dummy. “Oh buck” you said breathlessly moving to embrace him.

“I told you angel I’m on board with this 100 percent”

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A few days later you finally slipped after lots of research and trying out different approaches. You were currently sat on the sofa with your dummy in your mouth and alpine laying down beside you her soft breathing and snores alerting you to the fact she had fallen asleep.

“Daddy” you whispered to Bucky watching his face light up when you called him that “yes little one?” “Look at pine pine” you giggled pointing at her “aww she’s asleep, what do you think cats dream about baby bunny?”

“I dunno, mice?” “Mice” he chuckled heartily “yes” you said definitively “dada” “hmm?” “Can I have a cuddle?” “Of course you can my little angel” he said softly.

Repositioning yourself to lie between his legs your back of resting against his chest you felt his vibranium arm gently come to play with your hair “do you feel better med lyubov'?”

���Mhm” you hummed feeling yourself grow sleepy in the embrace of your caregiver.

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[honeybeewritings]

❝ but you promised ❞[b.b.]

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tantrum

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!bucky barnes x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 430 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: bucky unexpectedly got called in for a mission and it hurts your feelings

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for every little who take promises extremely seriously. i'm with you. promises are serious business

bucky knew he messed up.

he could feel the tantrum bubbling up from his spot on his bed, where he was putting his boots on.

your lip wobbled and you gripped your stuffie as tight as you could. "bu... but babs..." you said quietly.

"i know doll. something came up. i can't help it sweetpea." he responded gently, taking your face in his hands. he tried to give you a forehead kiss but you stepped back.

you flung your arms wildly when he tried to reach for you again. "no! no no no no no no no!" you stomped in a circle. "you promised!"

bucky felt bad but he didn't want to encourage your tantrum. he looked at your flailing body on the floor and immediately got stern. "no. i will not be staying for the weekend nugget."

"why?" you screamed. "it's because you're a huge meanie!" you said angrily, throwing your stuffie at bucky. you started crying even harder when you didn't have anything to grip.

bucky softened a little but you knew it was a losing battle to get him to stay. "nugget, that's not what's happening. i have to work nugs. i promise we can do this weekend another time."

you screamed and kicked even more at the thought of doing it another time. you planed it for now! "no babs! i can't be free anover time!"

bucky clenched his jaw quickly, trying not to show how your little tantrum was getting to him. "you need to listen with your ears. okay? i-"

you ran out of the room and stomped in another circle in your playroom. your arms were crossed and you had a little pout. you started to cry again and laid face down on the ground.

bucky followed you and felt bad when he saw how hard it gotten to you.

he let you lay on the ground and called natasha. she was the only person that bucky could think of. she was actually great with you when you were feeling small.

bucky ended the call and tried to calm you down by rubbing your back. "nugget. guess what?"

"what?"

"natasha's comin' over," he said gently. you propped yourself up on your elbows and wiped your eyes. "reewey?"

bucky smiled gently at you and nodded. "really. you and her are gonna have the time of your life until i get back. promise."

you sat up and sniffed. "pinky pwomise?" you asked, holding up your pinky.

"pinky promise."

"they are t'be kept forever an' ever," you told bucky.

"i know. i intend to keep it."

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

this might be too vague but cg! steve and bucky agree to let little! reader have little! peter 1 and little! kate over for a play date and mischief ensues?

Little Menaces

|| Bucky Barnes x Steve rogers x Reader x Kate bishop x Peter Parker

notes ; okay I totally underestimated how hard it would be to find pictures of Steve & Bucky together so uh ignore that they aren’t there

warnings ; food fights/descriptions of food (kinda)

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Steve knew this would backfire on him somehow, allowing you to have Kate and Peter over at once, he knows how hyper those two can be; he was really betting it’d be after he finished lunch that the shenanigans would start but that plan seems to be failing him as he looks around the kitchen.

And of course, Bucky’s been encouraging this all, even joining in as Steve can see him hiding with you and Kate while Peter tucks behind Rogers leg. There’s food thrown about in every corner of the towers once clean kitchen, even a ball of butter stuck to the ceiling when Steve peers up there.

You, Kate and Bucky are giggling like crazy, apparently Bucky’s spy training being forgotten as it tells Steve and Peter right where you are. A perfect time to ball up some of the mashed potatoes Steve was cooking, Peter uses two hands while Steve tries not to think about how horrible the clean up of this will be.

“Peter no! No!” Kate cries dramatically, ducking behind Barnes as soon as she sees Steve and Parker approaching, you’re no better as you follow Kates lead and Bucky becomes a human shield. Still, the three of you get pelted with goopy mashed potatoes, though most of it lands in Bucky’s hair.

“Ha you didn’t get us!” You tease while hauling Kate to her feet, giggling towards your caregiver being the only one to have gotten dirty.

“I have more!” It sets you and Kate running while Peter quickly starts to chase after you, a glob of potatoes held in his hands.

“They’re little menaces.” Bucky grumbles as he stands, wiping some food onto the ground with a splat that makes Steve grimace.

“And they’re going straight to the living room.” It’s a sigh that gets comforted as Bucky puts a hand on Rogers back, knowing what a clean freak he is.

“At least they’re having fun.”

#jj writes #marvel agere #caregiver!steve rogers #caregiver!bucky barnes #little!reader #little!kate #little!peter #steve x bucky x reader x peter x kate

[imyourbratzdoll]

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🌸𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓-𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑!🌸

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ��𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞

𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

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🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:

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3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

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5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

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7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

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9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

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🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

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10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

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12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

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14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

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16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

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🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

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17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

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19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

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21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

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23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

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💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

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24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁 

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

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26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

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28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎 

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

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30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

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31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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