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babyjakes · 2 years

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find all the submissions to eun's 5k stuffie writing contest from her old blog [@dadplease] here!

like a moth to you by @foxgloveprincess | dark au | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator] | Your keeper leaves you alone—locked away—when he’s out on business. But he always brings back a gift when he comes home.

little one, you got me staring odd by @mutual-monsters | dark au, hurt/comfort | Steve Kemp x gn!reader | Steve finds an unorthodox way to deal with his darling’s night terrors.

anything for you by @bucky-boo-bear | hurt/comfort | Little!bucky x reader | When a little (large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.

surprise, surprise by @stevies-corner | fluff | SoftDark Daddy!Steve x Little!Fem!Reader | Steve has a surprise for his little and there’s one she’s not too happy about.

stuffies and stitches by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x disabled reader | After a long week Bucky gives you love.

to the salon by @astrorogers | fluff | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader | It’s really not that bad, it just needs a little… Shaping. To the salon! Reader and Steve acquire an old stuffed animal of Steve’s that is in need of some TLC. So she sends the beloved stuffed bear to a stuffed animal hospital for a makeover.

a new friend by @worksby-d | fluff | Andy Barber x fem!Reader | Turns out moving in with Andy isn’t the only big life change happening.

anything my girl needs by @candlelight-letters | fluff, smut | andy barber x f! Reader | After a stressful couple of weeks of work and mental health piled up, Andy knows exactly what his wife needs and plans an entire night where she doesn’t have to think at all.

*contest winner!* a second chance by @upallnite2getbucky | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x Reader | While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.

what you need by��@honeydulcewrites | hurt/comfort | Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader | When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need

make it all better by @candy-and-writing | hurt/comfort | stucky x reader | after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better

a gift by @trashywritestrash | fluff | Steve Rogers x single mom! reader | When your sitter cancels right before your date with Steve, you decide to bring your daughter along

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falcqns · 2 years

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𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐮

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Chris falls down a rabbit hole one the internet about age regression and caregiving, he decides he wants to be a caregiver. he signs up to be a foster caregiver through a charity called 'The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts'. he went through the required steps and completed all the training, and just received news that he would be fostering his first ever little. his whole life was about to change, and he couldn't wait.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age regression, ddlg, abdl, ADHD (based off my experience so please keep that in mind), slight angst with lots of comfort, crying, mentions of hospital and hints to past abuse but its literally just a mention, mentions of eating.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is the first chapter of my au that i've said i was going to start months ago and never did, and is also my entry for @dadplease 's 5k Stuffie Writing Contest!! congrats on 5k Eun!! tagging @natashasera as usual, and some others that i think would enjoy this!! @uhmellamoanna @amazingarfield @thewritingbabe <3

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Chris was pacing back and forth in his living room, trying to focus his mind. he kept trying to tell himself that everything was going to be fine, and that he had nothing to worry about.

in reality, he had everything to worry about.

a few months ago, Chris was on TikTok before bed, and had come across a video of a man making a video about how he calms his little down when they're having a tantrum. Chris was going to just scroll past it, but something about the video captivated him, and he ended up binging his videos until 3 am. he watched the man, who's name was Luke, talk about what age regression and caregiving was, why it was beneficial, and breaking the stigma around it. Luke also had videos of him and his little day to day and doing activities such as going to the park, going grocery shopping, and getting ready for bed.

the next few days consisted of Chris doing all the research he could about age regression and caregiving, and that's when he came across The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts. it was a small agency based in Boston that focused on breaking the stigma around age regression and ensuring that age regressors were with quality caregivers, and helping those who weren't. what intrigued Chris was that this agency had a foster program for age regressors who had recently left a bad relationship, as well as an anonymous tip line to use if someone was concerned about an age regressor or their caregiver.

Chris had just got off the phone with his accountant, planning to make a donation to the agency, when he decided to click on the 'Foster A Little!' application. he read through the application briefly, and decided to apply.

he completed the application, and a few days later he was contacted by one of the social workers. his application had been accepted, and he was moved to the next phase.

he went to all the trainings, interviews and meetings. he enlisted Scott and his mom to help him clean his house for the inspection, and two months after his initial application, he was an official Foster Caregiver. all he was waiting for was the call.

the call that he got yesterday while on set. they'd called and informed him that there was a young adult female little in need of a foster caregiver immediately, and Chris immediately accepted. they told him that as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, her social worker would bring her over, something that slightly worried Chris. they'd emailed him her file, and he had practically memorized it at this point, especially her little age.

he'd spent the entire morning shopping. he had bought a crib, bibs, and a TON of toys. he didn't know exactly what she would need until she got to his house and he got to know her, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

Chris picked up the lion stuffie that he had bought at the store, smiling to himself. he'd gotten all he needed in the toy aisle, and was walking passed the stuffed animals, when the lion caught his eye. he contemplated leaving it and letting her pick one out for herself, but something in his gut told him to buy it, so he did.

Chris glanced at the clock one more time and gulped nervously when it said 5:58. the social worker had called him around lunch time and told him that his new foster little had been cleared to go home, and they'd be discharged soon. they'd be picking up her prescriptions, and then heading over to his house. ever since the call had come, he'd been running around like a madman, making sure his house was in order.

his head shot up when he heard tire against gravel, and he placed the stuffed animal on the table. he called Dodger over to him, and placed him in his crate. Chris knew the puppy would get overexcited by the little, and based on the little information he had been given, Dodger would scare the crap out of her, and she'd been through enough.

he heard a car door close, and two people walk up to his house. he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, as the doorbell rang.

he gulped once more, before opening the door. the second the door opened to reveal you, his heart broke at how sad and utterly exhausted you looked. the whites of your eyes were red and watery, and your eyelids were fighting to stay open. you were shaking in the cold night air, your leggings and thin sweater barely keeping you warm.

"hi," Chris said warmly, and the social worker, Kayla, smiled back at him, before grasping your hand.

"this is Chris," Kayla said softly. "you're going to stay with him for a while, okay?"

you nodded so small that Chris almost missed it, and Chris could see your chin wobbling under your baby pink paci in your mouth. Chris moved to the side, and let you and Kayla in. he saw the black duffel bag on the ground, and grabbed it.

"I'm going to have to go now, but everything is going to be fine. you're going to be safe here, I promise." Kayla said rubbing your arm. "if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" she said, and you nodded again. she smiled at you, and squeezed your arm gently before turning towards Chris and handing him a white paper bag.

"here's her medication," she said. "she had her nighttime meds at the hospital as the discharge took a little longer than expected, so she'll probably need to sleep soon." Chris nodded.

"okay. does she take any in the morning?"

Kayla nodded. "yes. she takes 50mg of Vyvanse, and it must be taken before 10am, and must be taken after she's eaten. the other two prescriptions can be taken with it, but isn't necessary, its just anti anxiety meds and pain management." she said, and Chris nodded, reading over the medication names briefly.

"awesome, thank you. has she eaten?" he asked, and Kayla glanced at you.

"i got her a happy meal, but she didn't eat the whole thing, so i put it in this bag incase she wants the rest of her nuggets tomorrow," she said, handing Chris a plastic bag. "she probably wont eat anymore tonight, but will most likely be very hungry tomorrow."

"okay. anything else i should know?"

"just her doll. it's in her duffel bag, and she sleeps with it every night. i normally gift any littles i work with with a stuffy but i haven't had a chance to stop at the store, unfortunately."

"not a problem," Chris said with a smile. "i picked one up at the store for her."

"oh, thank you so much." Kayla said with a smile, resting a hand on her chest. "i was worried that she wouldn't have one. we're still working on getting her belongings from her old residence and she did have a few stuffed animals that we weren't able to grab in the 15 minutes we were there, and i didn't want her to be without them for too long. i'll bring the rest of her things by in a few days." Kayla said, and Chris nodded, seeing you looking around apprehensively.

"okay. thank you so much, Kayla," he said, and she smiled, looking at you as well.

"you're welcome. she's a sweet little girl who was not treated right, but i am confident that she'll be in good hands with you." Kayla said.

her and Chris exchanged goodbyes, and after she said goodbye to you once more, before leaving. Chris turned to look at you, and saw a tear running down your cheek.

'hi sweetie," he said to you, keeping his voice quiet and gentle. "you're going to be safe here, okay?" he said. "are you sleepy?"

you nodded, your paci bobbing in your mouth as you suckled on it.

"okay. i'll give you a little tour before we head upstairs as i want to put your food in the fridge. do you wanna hold my hand?" he asked, holding his hand out, his palm facing down, and you nodded, reaching out shakily. your palm, which was much smaller than his, wrapped around his pinkie, and let Chris lead you through the house.

he smiled when he saw the lion on the kitchen table, and grabbed it with his free hand.

"i got this for you, sweetheart." he said quietly. "Miss Kayla said she was going to come by with your other stuffies in the next few days, but i thought you'd like this one in the mean time," he said, and his heart squeezed, seeing your eyes light up, and reach out for the stuffy.

you cooed as you felt the soft fur, before rubbing it against your cheek. Chris smiled, fighting the urge to kiss your forehead. "wait here, okay?" he said, and he placed the food in the fridge, before leading you through the house. as you passed Dodger, who was asleep, in his crate, Chris stopped.

"this is Dodger, my puppy. he's sleeping now, but you can meet him tomorrow. do you like dogs?" he asked, and you nodded, your head tipping to the left seeing the snoozing pup. "well, that's good. he's going to love you."

he led you through the rest of the house, and into the bedroom, where the crib was standing next to his bed.

"this is your crib." he said, bringing you up to it, and letting you touch it. "when you're big, you don't have to sleep in here, but when you're little i want you to, atleast for a little while, okay?"

you nodded again, and yawned, your hand rubbing the soft material of the fitted sheet.

"let's get you ready for bed, alright?" he said, and you nodded. "what do you want to wear?" he asked, and you pointed to the duffel on his shoulder. Chris placed it down on the bed, and opened it. a Goldberger baby doll was laying on top, dressed in a red dress. "is this your baby?" he asked and smiled as you nodded and grasped the doll in your other hand. he lifted a weighted blanket out of the bag, and saw some sleep shorts on top. "these?" he asked, and you nodded.

"okay."

he helped you get dressed, and tried to take your new stuffy and your doll away just so he could get you settled into the crib, when you started crying and plopped on your bum, rocking slightly, shaking your head. Chris felt his heart breaking, and crouched in front of you.

"oh, sweet girl," he soothed. "i wasn't going to take them from you. they're yours, and i would never take them from you. i just wanted to set them on the bed so that you could get all snug in bed, and then i was going to hand them back, okay?" he said, and you slowly stopped rocking, and nodded, looking up at him nervously. you shakily handed over your doll, and then your lion, eyes following the two comfort items as Chris sat them on his bed. "there," Chris said. "they're going to watch us get all comfy, okay?" he said, and you nodded.

Chris lowered the crib bar, and turned to you. "can i lift you in?" he asked. "i don't want to touch you without your permission." he said, and you nodded, raising your arms.

Chris grabbed you under the armpits, and lifted you up, bringing you over to the bed and laying you down. he grabbed the weighted blanket, and laid it over you. you wiggled around as he grabbed the comforter at the end of the crib.

"do you want this one too?" he asked. "i'm guessing you're still a little cold, huh?" and draped it over you when you nodded, your eyes still locked on your stuffy and doll. "okay, sweetie pie." he said, turning and grabbing the items. "here's your doll," he said, handing you the doll and smiling when you gripped it tight and pulled her to your chest. "and here's your lion." he said, chuckling when he saw your legs kicking slightly in happiness as you snuggled the lion to your chest as well.

he crouched down near your head. "i'm going to be right there, okay?" Chris said, pointing to his bed behind him. "if you need me, just call, okay?" you nodded, eyes shutting, burying your face in your new lion stuffy.

Chris ran his hand over your back as your breathing evened out, smiling at your sweet face. "you're so beautiful," he whispered, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "you're safe here, okay? nothing is going to hurt you ever again, i promise."

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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What You Need

Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader

Summary: When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need

Written for @dadplease’s 5k Stuffie Writing Contest! Love you, Eun and I’m so happy to have been able to write something for this!!

Warnings: 18+ONLY, DDLG dynamics, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety and stress, use of “daddy” and “little one”

Word Count: 1.4k

By nature you were sensitive and soft and that’s exactly what Chris loved about you.

How soft your heart was. You were just the most adorable thing and while you had learned to find strength in your softness, sometimes you just wanted to be taken care of, to be babied and told you were okay and loved and didn’t have to worry about a single thing especially when you were always expected to be the strong one.

And that’s where Chris came in. Your Daddy. The love of your life and the man of your dreams who always did his best to make you the happiest because you were precious to him and deserved the world.

Things had been going great with your boyfriend of two years, you had settled into your dynamic, and long gone were the days of shyly calling him “Daddy”, you said the title with confidence now, very much happy to be his Little.

Lately, however, you were more stressed out and overwhelmed than you could handle despite wanting to admit it.

You felt a little pathetic for not being able to handle everything on your plate with ease, from your responsibilities to things with your family and friends and with your job, you just felt swamped and frustrated that everything felt so difficult and that you weren’t good enough to do any of it right.

Chris could sense your anxiety looming over you more than it should be and gently guided you to take breaks and made sure to give you extra love and care, he knew how much of your own needs could end up pushed to the side when you felt this way and most of the time you could get through the day but today was just one of your hardest.

Bad news compounded by the stress of just trying to exist had you on the verge of tears all morning and by the time Chris came home for the day you were really struggling to keep it together.

He called out to you like he always did when came home but you couldn’t answer him, in fact you were hiding under your blanket in your shared bedroom, afraid that you’d just burst into tears if you saw him.

You just needed to hold it together that’s all, you had so much to do and you didn’t want to acknowledge how distressed you were in fear that if you did it would just never end.

But Chris was always good at figuring out where you were at both physically and mentally and before long his soft footsteps and the patter of Dodger’s paws upon the floor could be heard getting closer.

Two knock reverberated against the half closed bedroom door, “How’re you holding up, little one?” his voice was gentle and careful in that way that made you yearn for his embrace.

There wasn’t any point to hiding your anxiety, all the little signs and unspoken things were there. You wanted his love and comfort and you had to give in and let yourself believe you deserved it.

Slowly, you sat up, keeping your fuzzy blanket wrapped around you tightly, your eyes reluctantly finding his. And that’s when the sniffles and tears started.

“N-not good, daddy. I don’t feel good.” you whimpered, eyes bleary with tears oh so ready to fall to your cheeks below.

Chris came to your side immediately, the sight of you so upset making his heart ache.

“Hey, hey, c’mere sweetheart. I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now, can I hold you? I’m right here,” he kept his voice real soft for you, the tenderness and concern in his voice making you sob even harder.

You could only nod and reach out for him, letting him wrap you up in his arms tight.

What grief it was to be shown so much patience and care when you felt so broken. Chris saw your pain and worry and would move mountains to make it stop and to know that made you feel safe to fall apart and release all the panic weighing you down.

“Shh shh, there you go. Promise it’s gonna be okay, baby, let all that out.” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head that was tucked into his chest, his hands rubbed soothingly at your back.

You were scared and the anxiety came in waves but it did feel good to let yourself cry and to be held through it, you felt so shaky and unsteady but Chris was right by your side and slowly but surely you allowed that to sink into your mind and provide a shred of stable ground to find your footing on.

He rocked you in his arms a little, squeezing you just a little tighter whenever your cries got heavier until eventually there were more sniffles than tears falling.

Nervously, you looked up at him and was happy to see his lips form into a soft smile, just for you.

“Hey, there’s my girl. You know what I have that I think will help you feel better?” Chris whispered to you and leaned his head down to kiss your forehead.

You tried to take a guess but shook your head shyly when you couldn’t think of anything and that’s when Chris started to move to get up presumably to get whatever he was going to give to you but you didn’t want to be left alone, you just wanted to stay in your daddy’s arms forever and forget about the icky thoughts in your head.

A frantic whimper of protest could be heard as Chris stood up from the bed, his heart aching once again at the sound. You were just so precious and sensitive and he wanted to make this all better so he held his arms out for you.

“C’mere, we can go get the special surprise together,” he grinned when you rushed to him and felt yourself being lifted from the bed, “Good girl.”

Two words that never failed to make your heart melt like it was your first date all over again.

The smell of his cologne and shampoo helped ease you further as you tucked your chin against his shoulder and held on till you reached the living room and even then Chris didn’t let you go, he simply positioned you around so you were sitting in his lap, your back against his chest.

And then out of nowhere he pulled a lilac colored bag from the side of the couch and handed it to you.

“I know you’ve been dealing with a lot of big feelings lately and hopefully this can bring you some comfort, you deserve it, princess.”

You were still sniffling and your eyes were a bit swollen from crying so much but there was that tiny spark of wonder and excitement in them again that Chris loved to see so much and he watched patiently as you sunk your hands into the bag and gasped as you pulled out the gift.

A soft, plush sand colored bunny rabbit stuffed animal with cutest floppy ears and crocheted pink sweater over it’s body was held in your hands! The same one you’d seen in that shop window downtown months ago! Chris must have noticed you eyeing it and your heart swelled as it sank in.

“Daddy! You really got me the bunny!” you squealed in delight, hugging it to your chest. There was a wide smile on your face and that’s exactly what Chris had hoped to see.

“Mhm, I remembered you talking about how adorable you thought it was for twenty straight minutes after we passed the shop and went on a hunt for it the other day.”

Chris pressed another kiss to your forehead as you marveled over the plush bunny. It smelled like him and the little smile sewn onto his face instantly made you feel like you had a friend, like you’d get through this rough patch, like you had a sweet little companion to hold onto when your head became too anxious.

“I love him, I love him so much already! Thank you for this, daddy. And for taking care of me and making me feel safe. Everything is gonna be okay, right?” your voice dropped down to that tiny whisper that told him you were feeling Little and vulnerable and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Everything will be okay, little one, exactly right. I’ll always take care of you, that’s what good daddy’s do. You’re everything to me and you don’t have to take on anything without help. Me and Mr. Buns are right by your side.”

You laughed at the name he’d given your new stuffie and nuzzled his cheek, a few seeds of hope beginning to sprout in your heart.

Maybe it really would be alright after all!

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Something short and sweet cause sometimes you just need some comfort! Sending love to anyone who needs it!

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upallnite2getbucky · 2 years

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A Second Chance

Summary: While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k (it got away from me okay?)

A/N: This is a last minute submission to @dadplease 's 5k Stuffie Writing Contest!

I went through a myriad of emotions while writing this if you can't tell 😂 This is my first time writing anything and definitely my first time posting I don't know what I'm doing help Enjoy! 💕

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Licking your lips for the umpteenth time today, you look over the grocery list on your phone. It seems to be getting longer the more you stare at it.

Ugh.

You just want to go home.

The day started out awful but you’re getting more and more miserable as the day goes on. You woke up to a lovely email from your boss, listing all the projects you need to complete despite it being your day off. The friend you were supposed to go out for lunch with cancelled. Again. What is this, four times in a row now? And to top it all off, you’re cramping.

Even Bucky couldn’t lift your spirits. Though he tried. Your sweet boyfriend had called your boss, despite your protests, and had essentially told him to fuck off, you would take a look at those projects next time you’re in the office if you have time. Your boss, knowing exactly who he was talking to had responded, as any sensible person would, with an apology and a promise to cut back on your workload.

Bucky took you to your favorite diner for lunch to make up for your cancelled lunch date. And you appreciate that, really you do. It’s just that the food made you feel bloated. You somehow feel worse than you did before.

Then Bucky, that perfect hunk of a man, told you he was going to take you home to run you a warm bath and give you a massage. You almost gave in. Bucky always knew what to do to make you feel better. But you needed to go to the store because your grocery list was growing longer by the day and you didn’t know the next time you’d have time to go. He told you he would go while you were in the bath. But you insisted and Bucky didn’t want to upset you. So here you were.

You lick your lips again. Ouch. Why are your lips so dry? Add it to the list of things you have to complain about. You reach into your purse for your chapstick.

Stuck in your head, you don’t hear Bucky approaching from the next aisle holding two boxes of cereal. “Honey, I can’t decide--”

Startled, you jump, dropping your chapstick causing it to roll under the shelf. Crouching down with a sigh, you reach for the tube, pause, and burst into tears.

“No no doll, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ll get it I promise.” Crouching down beside you, his metal arm resting gently on your back, he swipes up the tube with his right hand. “Here I’ve got it don’t worry.”

You hate that Bucky thinks it’s his fault. Gasping for breath, you can’t get the words out to explain it's not. Shaking your head, you reach out for him. “N-no. No, Buc-Bucky.”

Frowning, he wraps his arms around you and brings you to his chest, not caring that you’re both practically sitting on the floor in the baking aisle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he whispers into your temple. “Is it something I did?”

You look up at him and see that he’s genuinely concerned he’s done something to make you upset. If he wasn’t so worried about you, he’d be mad at himself. You need to clear this up.

Focusing on your breathing, you take slow, deep breaths until you’re able to talk clearly. When you're able to breathe easier, you look up to see Bucky looking at you attentively. “Sorry.” He opens his mouth to argue and shuts it again as you continue. “Bucky, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not the chapstick. It’s--this.”

You reach under the shelf again and pull out the source of your emotional outburst.

A little bunny stuffed animal, torn up and damaged, missing its left arm entirely.

A look of surprise crosses his face. “It’s okay honey, I don’t think any kid’s coming back for that.”

Another sob wracks your body. Bucky pulls you into his chest again, murmuring soft reassurances in your ear, hoping to calm you down. He hates seeing you like this. Now, he’s really wishing he had fought harder to take you straight home after lunch.

“J-just makes me so s-sad.”

Poor little guy. Wounded, neglected, abandoned. Why are you getting so worked up over this? Maybe it's just your hormones getting the best of you.

Bucky holds you tighter, kissing your forehead once. Twice. Three times. “I know. But I think we’d better leave it here; it’s got no life left in it.”

That sobered you up. No, you were determined to give this little bunny a second chance. You pulled away from Bucky, standing up. He followed, watching you sniff a few times and hastily wipe the tears from your cheeks. Before he could say anything else, you spun on your heels and quickly walked towards the store exit with the stuffed animal, leaving Bucky standing there very confused beside the abandoned cart, your chapstick still in his hand.

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Back at home, you sequester yourself in your shared bedroom. Sitting cross legged on the bed, you determinedly work away, surrounded by crafting and sewing supplies. Bucky watches you hesitantly at the doorway, desperately wanting to go in and hug you and make sure you’re okay. You had done an emotional one-eighty after all. But you seemed focused and content for the moment. Not wanting to ruin that, he decides to start on dinner.

An hour later, dinner is in the oven, the kitchen has been cleaned, and he even put in a load of laundry. You door was still shut. He sat on the couch, debating on whether to disturb you or not. Just as he leans forward to stand up and come check on you, he hears the bedroom door open.

He sits anxiously, not sure what emotional state you’re in. You emerge into the living room with one arm behind your back, a spark in your eyes, and a triumphant smile on your face. Seeing you, the bubble of anxiety in Bucky’s chest fades and he relaxes. He reaches out for you, a soft smile on his face.

As always, unable to resist the warmth of his embrace, you climb onto his lap on the couch, still hiding something behind your back.

He cups your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek gently where your tears had tracked not two hours ago. “Whatcha been working on?” he asks softly.

“Just giving this little guy a second chance.” You pull out the bunny from behind you and show him to Bucky. You’d sewn up all his little tears and rips with neat stitches and packed his now chubby body full of fresh stuffing. But that’s not what catches Bucky’s attention. It's the crocheted black and gold left arm carefully sewn onto his body.

Bucky slowly takes the small toy into his large hands. “Just like me,” he murmurs to himself.

“Well yeah, I tried to make his arm look like yours; it doesn’t look great but--”

“No,” Bucky interrupts. He looks at you so intensely and there’s something in his eyes that makes you feel both vulnerable and safe at the same time. “I meant, you’ve given him new life just like you did for me. I-I was broken and wounded and I didn’t even want to be alive anymore – didn’t think I deserved it. But you found me. You noticed me and healed me and gave me a reason to live.” His hands trace down your arms until they reach your hands and he holds them to his chest. Over his heart that beats for you. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you doll, but every time you give me an ounce of your attention, your affection, I feel like I’m worth something – like somehow I’m deserving of your love. And it blows my mind every day. That’s what you do sweetheart. It’s all you.”

You see tears well up in his eyes and you softly lean in to kiss his eyelids. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. Then oh so lightly, his lips. You smile.

Bucky quickly recaptures your mouth in a heated kiss. You kiss him back with your whole body and soul, pouring every drop of love and tenderness into it. So does he, telling you thank you, I love you, I live for you.

When you finally break away, he leans his forehead against yours. “Thank you,” he breathes. At your confused expression he goes on. “For noticing this little guy like you noticed me and for not giving up on him.”

Laying your head on his broad shoulder, you kiss his neck, nuzzling his skin and breathing in deeply. You both sit in content silence for a moment, the bunny between you, before the oven beeps loudly, startling you both.

“Dinner’s ready,” Bucky laughs.

“I noticed.” He pulls you in for another kiss.

Bucky’s hands find your thighs, rubbing rhythmic circles into them. “What do you want to do after dinner?”

You pretend to think for a second and then give him a coy smile. “I seem to recall being promised a warm bath and massages...”

“Anything for you.”

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A New Friend

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Turns out moving in with Andy isn’t the only big life change happening.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, frazzled Reader, sweet, sweet boyfriend!Andy, fluff

Word count: ~1,300

a/n: This is my submission for lovely Eun’s (@dadplease) 5k writing contest!!! Congrats on the milestone, friend <3 Everyone go follow her 😤💕

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He’s met with the beginning of your trail of disarray as soon as he walks in the door. His eyes fall on the boxes you’ve left in his kitchen for now, full of utensils and towels you brought from your place. Stuff is haphazardly piled on the counter instead of put away though.

Setting out to find you, he moves on to his–and yours now–bedroom. It’s worse than the kitchen, the way you have boxes half-emptied, but nothing is really put away, just strewn on the floor and bed. He walks in on you rummaging through another box.

“What are you doing?”

His voice startles you, not having heard him get home. You avoid looking at him though. “Just…” Frustrated, you drop the heap of clothes you were going through. “Ugh! Just trying to find something.”

He can’t wrap his mind around what would be so important for you to have now but yet not important enough for you to remember where you even packed it. Furrowing his brow, he sets his jacket and briefcase down and steps toward a box he can tell you haven’t gotten through yet. “What, honey? I can help you.”

“A stuffed animal I had as a kid,” you sigh quietly. Not once have you allowed yourself to meet the concerned gaze he’s casting on you.

“Why?” He chuckles a little, giving you a lost look. “I’m sure it’s here somewhere. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I am–” You finally look up, the words leaving your mouth with a sense of urgency. Paired with the look in your eyes, he can tell something’s wrong. “I am worried.”

“About what?”

You’ve averted your attention, gone back to digging through a box, but it’s no use. Letting out a breath, you look up again. “I think I’m pregnant.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting to be the reason for what he walked in on, but it wasn’t that. Your abrupt admission has him dropping the belongings that were in his hands too, mouthing a silent Oh.

As he stands there speechless, tears sting your eyes. “I’m sorry.” The crack in your voice pulls him out of his silent shock though, his body moving quickly to step in front of yours and draw you into his embrace. “I know I just moved in. We’re probably not ready, but–”

Your anxious ramblings shatter his heart. “No, no. Honey…” He still hasn’t gathered his thoughts himself, a pause taking over as his hands rub soothingly against your back. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We don’t even know– You haven’t taken a test yet?” Feeling your head shake against his shoulder gives him your answer. “Do you need me to go pick one up?”

Another silent move of your head is all you can offer for the time being. He doesn’t rush to leave when he feels your Yes though, waiting to feel you relax a bit first.

Finally stepping back enough to look at him, you let out a deep breath. “I meant to do it today, but… Sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he lets out a short, quiet laugh, bringing his hands up to hold your face gently. “It’s okay. Are you gonna come with me?”

Looking around, you shake your head. “I have to pick this stuff all up.”

He doesn’t argue, not wanting to push you, so he just presses a soft kiss to your lips, then to your forehead. He doesn’t leave without promising he’ll be as quick as he can.

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You’re still putting boxes back together when he gets back, the mess truly being the only thing keeping your mind from spiraling as you waited. His eyes immediately fall on the cow stuffie tucked under your arm this time though. “You found it,” he smiles, his sudden presence causing you to jump.

“Yeah,” you find it in you to let out a laugh. “Finally. Um, I’ll trade you,” you exhale, handing it over to him in exchange for the plastic bag in his hand. All you can think about is getting it over with and knowing for sure.

Glancing down at the small cow in his hands once he hears the bathroom door click shut, he can’t help but smile. He finds it cute how beat up he is – missing stuffing, stitches where there must have been holes at one time, small patches of his fur missing – clearly very loved by you.

You catch the tail-end of the moment when you quietly open the door back up, the sight of Andy cradling the stuffed animal with a small smile on his face. Something about it makes you feel at ease for a split moment until he finally notices you standing in the doorway. “Hey…”

You simply wave him in, and he follows you, sinking down to sit on the cold tile floor with you. Leaning against him, you slowly feel some tension leaving your body. You don’t expect him to say anything, but his voice pierces the silence anyway.

“Why were you on such a mission to find this little guy,” he asks softly, handing the cow back to you.

Immediately clutching him against your chest, you shrug. “He’s the first thing I thought of when it dawned on me that I might be pregnant. He’s brought me a lot of comfort, I’ve always wanted to pass him down to my child. And then I couldn’t find him, it felt like I was already letting them down–”

Hearing the break in your voice, he interjects. “What’s his name?”

“Mr. Moo.”

“Wow,” he snorts. “Baby Y/N was very creative, huh.”

It’s only a small laugh you let out, but he’ll take it.

“Hey,” he speaks up quickly when a silence fills the room, knowing your timer will go off soon. “Whatever this says… I’m ready to do it all with you. If that’s what you want. I know we haven’t really talked about it, but I, you know. I never would have asked you to move in if I hadn’t thought about long-term with you.”

You just nod. “I know.” It’s comforting to hear him say so, but you can’t help still feeling scared deep down, hoping he still means it a few minutes from now.

When the time is up, neither of you make a hurried effort to move. Feeling you tense up again at the sound your phone makes, he’s more focused on holding you closer in hopes of calming you down.

And it works. You take in enough of a breath to feel ready to grab for the test off the counter. Sitting up straighter, Andy waits for your reaction. He can’t get a read on you until a smile slowly tugs at your lips. He waits for you to turn it and show him though before bursting into a smile of his own seeing the two lines.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out slowly, almost in disbelief, making you laugh as he settles back next to you, bringing you to his side again. “I want to show you something then.”

Out of the corner of your eye you can see him reach into his jacket pocket and pull out a stuffed animal, one similar in size to the one you're already holding. He must have bought it when he was out just a couple minutes ago. You wish you could have seen him picking through the stuffed animals to find just the right one to buy, somehow settling on a floppy-eared elephant.

“So you can keep Mr. Moo if you want, and this peanut,” he offers, resting a hand on your stomach. “Can have a new friend to love on. And I'm glad I did it now after seeing that poor guy’s condition,” he teases. “Don't know if he'd last another generation.”

“He is a little dilapidated,” you laugh, looking at the cow in your lap. Sniffling, you take the new toy in your hands and lean back against Andy, his arms wrapping tightly around you. “Thank you.”

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bucky-boo-bear · 2 years

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Anything for you

Pairing: Little!bucky x reader

TW: fluff, hurt/comfort? mention of nightmares, hinted past abusive relation, pet names

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: When a little ( large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.

Word count: 980

A/N: Hello! I wrote this piece for @dadplease and her 5k stuffie writing contest! I am so, so excited to be a part of this! The stuffie talked about is this:

stuffie

Bucky looked around in awe. The shelves were filled to the brim, literally and figuratively, with stuffies and games and whatnot. But all the things seemed to be lost into nothingness the moment his eyes landed on THE Stuffie. By looking at it, he knew that it was really big, even though it was bundled up and compressed to take up as little space as possible. He just knew he would be able to curl up and sleep in its lap when you went out for missions.

Turning his head to look at you, he found you raking your eyes over other stuffies. You both were buying one for Wanda, her birthday was coming soon after all.

Those were beautiful too. Soft and fluffy and everything he could ever want. But he didn't need those. His whole playroom was filled with those kinds of bears, unicorns, other animals, double-sided emotion stuffie, etcetera. But nothing compared to the giant bear.

If only he could slip away, even for a second. To just go and look at the bear more closely. Before he could try anything, you both were moving. Wanda's gift already in the cart. His eyes widened.

He didn't wanna be any further away from the bear!

His bottom lip wobbled. He glanced at you with wide eyes, then back at the bear. Oh! If only he had the courage to ask you for the stuffie.

With so many thoughts going on inside his head, he didn't realize that he had actually stopped walking. Or that, you had been calling out to him.

"Huh?" He said, coming out from his head when you gently shook his shoulders.

"Where did you go buby(bub-y)? What happened?" You asked him with concerned eyes. He never got lost like this, except when he has bad nightmares. But he hadn't had any nightmares for quite some time. The regressing and the new therapist had really helped.

"Nuh-uh, mama. Nuffin' " The quick shaking of his head and adverting of his eyes gave his lie away. That was one thing about him. Even though he was an expert at lying when in his big mindset, he couldn't lie properly in his little mindset to save his life. He would always shake his head and repeat words.

Then, involuntarily, the pupils of his eyes moved to sneak a glance at the bear. He looked back at you not even a second later. But, that small movement, was enough for you to know what was the thing that had stolen his attention.

"Bub. Did something catch your attention?" You prompted, wanting him to answer instead of you just assuming. You had been working on this for quite a while. He was afraid of asking you for things. Even if they were as small as wanting to wear something other than what you had selected.

He looked at you earnestly and audibly gulped. "I... no... I mean... I don't...". He trailed off. His breathing became a little heavy.

"Hey. It's ok bub. It's ok. Just take a deep breath. Ok. Great. You're doing great. Ya just like that. Once more." You reassured him and helped him check his breathing. Then tried to approach the subject of the bear more directly.

"It's ok bub. Now, I need you to tell me the truth and not lie. Ok? I promise I won't be mad. But, did you like that stuffy over there?" You pointed at it to make sure he understood which one you were talking about.

Oh no, he thought. You knew. NO no no no no. You were gonna be so mad now.

He nodded briefly. Just a slight movement of his head. So subtle that you would have missed it if it weren't for you looking at him. He gulped again.

"Ok. That's fine. Do you wanna go check it out?"

At this, he lifted his head up so fast, that you actually had to stabilize him, making you chuckle at his eagerness. “We- we can? C- can we? Please? I- I’ll be a good boy. Jus’ wanna see it. Not gonna touch. Promise. A- An’ ea’(eat) all veggies. Promise. Please, mama.”

You weren’t mad, so he was gonna make the most of it. Even if ‘most’ means just seeing the teddy closer.

And see it closer he did. His hands were itching to touch it, feel the softness under his palms, but he knew better than to push his luck.

After checking out of the store, he was helping you load the things into the back. More like making sure Wanda’s stuffie doesn’t get lodged in there, but yeah, helping. You made sure that everything was in place and that bucky was buckled in before instructing him to stay there and wait for you.

Though curious, he busied himself with the ice cream you had bought for him as a reward for being good.

5 minutes passed...

then 10...

then 15...

He was starting to get antsy when someone knocked at the car window. It was you. He opened the gate and his jaw might have fallen off his skull and onto the pavement with how wide it was open. There you were standing with the teddy in your hands and a wide smile on your face.

His eyes watered and he ran into your open arms, sniffling. A string of ‘thank you’ s and ‘you thee best’ s falling from his mouth. You wiped his face with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Did you like it? you asked.

“Yes, mama. Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you baby. C’mon, get in the car. We’ll open it once we get home. Okay?”

“Okay, mama”. He smiled and practically ran into the car, bouncing in his seat.

He was gonna have so much fun with it and couldn’t wait to reach home.

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mutual-monsters · 2 years

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little one, you got me staring odd 🧸

Pairing: Steve Kemp x gn!reader

TW: Angst, kind of hurt/comfort, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, a slightly inaccurate depiction of night terrors (even tho I have them myself), negative self-talk, pet names (baby, darling)

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Steve finds an unorthodox way to deal with his darling’s night terrors

Word count: 913

A/N: Hello! I wrote this piece for @dadplease and her 5k stuffie writing contest! I am so, so excited to be a part of this!

The title of this fic is a (slightly modified) lyric from Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes by Fall Out Boy.

A couple more quick notes: this fic contains a minor Easter egg (have fun The Boys/Jack Quaid truthers)! Also, this fic will mark my official return from hiatus, and I am so majorly glad to be back in the saddle on the blog against and not just a silent lurker. This piece was also co-beta'd by @mulberrybeat and @cloudyskiesandcoffee (my loves <3).

When he told you you were different, he meant it. Not just in the way you moved or spoke, or even thought, but in the way that you reacted. Usually, he’d bring his victims downstairs kicking and screaming, and they’d fight him tooth and nail up until the day he took away their ability to speak.

But not you.

You had been peaceful, docile even. You had obeyed him and hung on his every word. You had even initiated affection with him when he got close enough. His presence seemed to soothe you, and in return, he began to feel the same.

As he lay in bed, exhausted one night after refusing to drive back to the city and opting to stay at the cabin instead, he found himself suddenly awoken by wailing. Quickly, he raced down the stairs, sedative in hand, ready to punish whoever had woken him up. To his surprise, however, he found the cries to be emanating from your cell.

“Baby?” He called out.

No answer.

And so, he slid the door open, only to find you asleep, tossing and turning, whimpering, and sweating profusely.

You awoke to him shaking you, a concerned look on his face.

“Steve?” Your grogginess was clearly showing.

“You were screaming. I heard you from all the way upstairs.”

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry! I have night terrors! I didn’t mean-”

Without another word, he pulled you in close.

“Darling, it’s not your fault.”

A moment's pause while he thought.

“How about you come upstairs and sleep with me tonight?”

“I’d like that.”

Steve had marinated on the events of that night for two whole days before deciding what to do.

Not far from his clinic there was a small tech shop, not even brand name, and Steve set his sights upon it. He opened the door to find it devoid of all other humans, save for the young man behind the counter (“Hughie”, as his name tag would suggest) who was flipping through the pages of a comic book, seemingly unbothered by Steve’s presence in the store.

“Hey, uh, kid?” He said, knocking on the display counter between them.

After briefly losing his composure and regaining it, the boy realized what was happening and sat down the comic in his hand.

“S-sorry,” he stuttered out, “‘s a really good issue. What, uh, can I help you with?”

Steve, now annoyed, wasted no time, “I need a nanny cam, but one of the ones that doesn’t look like a camera.”

Hughie furrowed his brows, “Uh, sure, sir, right this way.”

After listening to the attendant drone on and on about makes and models, camera quality, and quite frankly some technical garb Steve knew nothing about, he had finally landed on one he felt satisfied with; a good-sized teddy bear with a camera hidden behind its eyes. With this, maybe he’d finally be able to get the root of helping.

When he arrived back at the cabin, you were ready to greet him at your cell door. Moreover, you were ecstatic at the presence of the teddy. Your eyes watered as you kissed him, thanking him. He felt guilt in the moment, albeit fleeting, for deceiving you.

He fed you dinner, stayed with you for a while, and then retreated upstairs for the night.

After some time alone, he began to berate himself. After all, why could he just buy you a gift for the sake of gift-giving? Why did there have to be some other motive behind it? His wallowing felt extended as he glanced at the clock, finding it to be late, much later than he thought it was.

And then a thought occurred; why weren’t you crying yet? Usually, by this time you’d be asleep and engulfed within the tortures of your mind, but not tonight.

As Steve pulled out his phone to check the nanny cam, he couldn’t help but assume the worst– that you had up and died somehow, that you had suffocated on that little pillow he’d given you, that you had laid down there and suffered whilst he did nothing. But, as the video feed pulled up, he wasn’t able to draw any conclusions. All he could see was the cell door and the ground. Perhaps the bear had fallen over? (“It did seem top-heavy”).

Steve descended the stairs to the basement quietly and with extreme caution. He listened for your breath, for your whimpers, for anything. Again, no such luck. Upon reaching your cell door, he found his heart racing for the first time in a long time, terrified of what could possibly be on the other side of the door. And then,

You, sound asleep, cradling the teddy bear with a smile on your face.

And Steve, so relieved drops his phone and rushed over to check your pulse, inadvertently waking you up.

“Hmm…Steve?” You asked, unsure if he was really even there.

“It’s me, baby. It’s me.”

“Did I wake you up again?”

“No, baby. I just–”

He thought for a moment, still scared, before letting a single tear slip.

“I just don’t want you to be alone.”

“I’m not alone, silly.” You said, wiping his tear. “I have my stuffie.”

“Well, why don’t you both come upstairs with me, hm?”

Looking back down at the bear, still completely oblivious to its sinister nature and feeling fully contented for the first time in a long while, you crafted up an answer, “We’d really love that.”

#fresh spoilers #steve kemp angst #steve kemp fluff #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x gn!reader #plus sized reader #dadplease 5k submission

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babyjakes · 2 years

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Eun! Guess what finally came in the mail??

I got a spring frog just like pistachio!! And his name is Maraschino because I think pistachio ice cream tastes like maraschino cherries and I like green maraschino cherries the best! And he smells like flowers and I was so excited to show you. Thank you so much Eun 💕

OMG OMG OMG HE IS AN ANGEL!! i love maraschino so much i hope he is the best fluffy friend ever he is so wonderful and amazing and perfect 🥺 and his little jammies 😭 so so cute congratulations once again friend it was so well deserved!!

#eun replies #we love ellie #dadplease 5k stuffie writing contest

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babyjakes · 2 years

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stuffies for all. [mini masterlist.]

eun's collection of fics and blurbs written for dadplease's 5k stuffie celebration

scratchy [blurb] | f, d | mustache!daddy!chris evans x little!reader | when your daddy has to shave his beloved beard for a new role, you and your favorite stuffed friend have a little too much fun with his new look.

this one [blurb] | a | steve rogers x avenger!reader | in the rubble and debris of a mission failed, you and steve find a childhood buried.

make it a promise | f | boyfriend!andy barber x reader | to celebrate your graduation from therapy, andy gets you the gift of a long-lost friend you thought you’d never see again, along with a life-long promise of continuing to restore all the things that were taken from you.

useless toys | d, s | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader | ransom’s a cruel daddy; when he finds you playing with yourself while clutching your favorite stuffed toy, he decides you’ve got all the help you should need right in your arms.

out of sight | f, h/c | curtis everett x child!oc (un-named, unspecified) | discovering a rag doll amongst the clutter of the tail-end leads curtis to finding another little friend in need of care.

bring-a-furry-friend day | f | frank adler x mary adler | of course mary would wait until the night-before to tell frank she needs a stuffed animal to bring to school for bring-a-furry-friend day. of course she would.

friend-making [blurb] | f | boyfriend!bucky barnes x reader | the world’s grumpiest supersoldier makes his first trip to build-a-bear.

earth's tiniest heroes [faad] | f | willa rogers (oc) x the avengers | after learning to make finger puppets, willa makes a special trip to the tower with gifts in hand for all her friends.

like father, like daughter [softie] | f, h/c | soft!dad!ransom drysdale x georgia pine (oc) | when sheepy needs a run through the wash, ransom lets georgia borrow his own little friend for the day.

#stuffies for all #dadplease 5k stuffie writing contest

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babyjakes · 2 years

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nav | masterlist | rules | library

find all of eun’s writing by character, series, and event here!

by character.

chris evans & co.

chris evans | actor

andy barber | defending jacob

ari levinson | the red sea diving resort

colin shea | what’s your number

curtis everett | snowpiercer

frank adler | gifted

jake jensen | the losers

lloyd hansen | the gray man

pete brenner | pain hustlers

ransom drysdale | knives out

robert pronge | the iceman

steve rogers | the mcu

sebastian stan & co.

bucky barnes | the mcu

lee bodecker | the devil all the time

pedro pascal & co.

pedro pascal | actor

by series or au.

ever green, evermore | loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

forever and a day | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

private practice | welcome to the private practice of dr. levinson and dr. hansen. please have a seat in the waiting area. your providers will be with you shortly. a collection of medfet stories and scenarios, featuring a dynamic cast of well-trained professionals.

softie | ransom drysdale is the last person anyone would suspect to be a doting father. but when a paternity test reveals his relation to four year old georgia pine, the man finds himself turning into quite the softie for the peculiar little girl who’s been in such desperate need of his love and care.

steve & bucky's girl | your story of being abducted by two supersoldiers with less than righteous intentions, and all the ways they take you apart as they force you to become their perfect little baby doll.

by event.

dadplease's kinktober 2021 | dadplease's kinktober works from 2021

dadplease 4k writing challenge | submissions from dadplease's 4k writing contest participants

dadplease 5k stuffie writing contest | submissions from dadplease's 5k stuffie celebration participants

stuffies for all | eun's collection of fics and blurbs written for dadplease's 5k stuffie celebration

whumptember 2022 | headcanons, blurbs, and fics from whumptember 2022

kinktober 2022 | fics, blurbs, and thots from kinktober 2022

puffy clit club | eun and sonny (@onsunnyside) host the puffy clit club! puff puff lovers unite!

aww avengers | eun and nyx (@starksbabie) host a kid fic event! check out nyx's half here

5k headcanon party | eun hosts a headcanon party to celebrate reaching 5k followers! come hang out as she writes, chats, and celebrates her milestone!

kinkmas 2023 | fics, blurbs, and thots from kinkmas 2023

by monthly blurb night.

january '22 | general requests

march '22 | faad-themed

april '22 | s&bg-themed

january ‘23 | medfet-themed

february ‘23 | hurt/comfort-themed

april '23 | ddlg-themed

june '23 | ari-themed

august '23 | general requests

march '24 | private practice-themed

#masterlist #organizing comfortcap

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