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I’m an AFAB cosplayer, and you can use any pronouns you like for me. I’m Demi-fluid and I don’t mind any. My fictional caregiver is Wolverine 💙💛🖤
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Art on my background is by Rian Gonzales for Marvel Snap Zone 💥
What happens when Logan’s teeny baby girl needs babysitting from Rogue and Gambit? More specifically, what happens when they ignore Logan’s explicit instructions not to give you sugar? Turns out, even the Wolverine’s little kit has a berserker mode.
In this one, the reader is Logan’s baby girl who for the sake of the story has claws very early for the X-men universe. (Think an X-23 style origin story). No adamantium though. Reader is called “Princess”, “Chere”, “pumpkin”, “sweet pea”, “darlin’”, “angel”, “pup” and “little one” and is referred to with she/her/hers pronouns.
Author’s Note: I know I normally aim to do gender-neutral reader terms, but I had a procedure this morning (which went great) and I’m being a little self-indulgent. If anyone wants a gender neutral version, I can post one though! I just really wanted to put this idea on paper and thought it was a silly, fun one. Hope you enjoy!
warnings: threat of claws, resulting fear, and damage to furniture. No ouchies for anyone! Your sitters just dodge you until Daddy comes back and reminds you who’s in charge (no punishment though)
“Let me at that little pumpkin, Shugah! Auntie Rogue is on the job!” A bubbly Rogue reached out her arms toward Logan, who held tiny you in his own. You were groggy and still waking up from your nap, but the warm, smiley woman with the bright auburn and white hair had definitely grabbed your interest.
“Woah, woah, don’t forget about her Uncle Remy, Chere. Logan, make sure you tell her I get a turn at some point, huh?” The man speaking in the thick Cajun accent had caught your eye for a moment, but upon looking his way and seeing his red eyes, you whimpered a bit and buried your face back in Logan’s shirt.
“It’s up to her Shugah, and it looks like she’s as keen to play with you as a field mouse with a tom cat” Rogue laughed.
Logan was beginning to feel reluctant about this whole babysitting thing. He needed to go on a mission with Charles, and his first choices of caretakers—Jean and (reluctantly) Scott—had to go too. So did Storm. Jubilee was sitting this one out, but half the time, Logan still felt that she needed a chaperone herself. He conceded that Rogue and Gambit would have to do.
“Alright, listen carefully, the both of ya.” Logan started. “She’s already had her nap, and she don’t need to eat again for a few hours, but when you do feed her. No sugar. You got that, Gumbo? That means no beignets, no sneaky candies, no nothin’ sweet.”
Rogue rolled her eyes incredulously, “Yeah right Logan, like we’re gonna babysit and not give the kid anything fun to munch on. You can’t be serious.”
“You wanna give it to her that bad? It’s your funeral. She don’t do well with sugar. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Logan looked about as serious as the plague without a single hint of a smirk.
“So lemme get this straight, mon ami. What do you feed her when you wanna make her…I dunno…happy?” Gambit smiled with a smug look and cocked his head. He was working on something in the kitchen and wouldn’t stray too far from the oven.
“She’s perfectly happy with healthy food, Cajun. She won’t miss what she don’t eat.” Logan replied, frowning and raising an eyebrow.
By now you were starting to fuss a little in your daddy’s arms, getting curious about the new, vaguely familiar grown ups around you.
“Alright, alright, little one. Daddy’s gotta go, love.”
You rubbed your eyes and giggled a little as your daddy planted a kiss on your cheek that was a bit scratchy from his stubble. Then he put you down on the rug and headed out.
The next thing you knew, the pretty southern lady with the red and white hair was in front of you on the floor, laying on her belly.
“Alright sweet pea, why don’t you and Auntie Rogue have a little fun, huh?” She asked, her eyes sparkling and mischievous.
You regarded her curiously for a moment, before you were scooped up and flying—literally flying—around the room in Rogue’s arms! Your giggles absolutely filled the air, as did Rogue’s.
Then came another voice from the kitchen; and with it and incredible smell on the air. The man with the red and black eyes then appeared from around the corner.
“You know Logan’s gonna put us both through a wall if a single hair on her little tête is out of place, don’t you Chere?” He asked, smirking.
“Yeah well I reckon you’ve got a better chance of being run through for what you got in that kitchen than I do for playin’ super-baby with her, Shugah.” Rogue grinned. “Don’t think I can’t smell those treats you been workin’ on in there.”
“What? Like I’m really gonna pass up the chance to give little chère her first beignet?” Gambit said, pouting with puppy dog eyes.
“I hear you! What kind of monster looks into this face, sweet as pie, and then says no to anythin’ sweet!?” Rogue booped you on the nose as she asked the rhetorical question, and once again, you were smiling.
The smell wafting from the kitchen was intoxicating to you—especially with the enhanced senses you’d inherited from your daddy—and before long, your uncle Remy stepped into the living room with a plate of warm, fluffy beignets.
He held one out to you and winked at Rogue, “Wolverine never gonna know, ain’t that right chère?”
With a little hand outstretched, you grabbed one of the warm beignets, held it to your mouth, and started chewing on a corner. It was as if your entire world changed with a single bite. You gnawed your way through the soft pastry, with your chaperones chuckling at the sight of powdered sugar all over your chubby cheeks. You smiled ear to ear and clapped your hands, still clutching the bitten up beignet in one.
“Everyone love Gambit’s beignets, Chere.” Remy scooped you up in his arms and gave you a raspberry on your cheek, once again causing you to smile wide. “Who’s your favorite uncle in the whole wide world, ma princesse?” He tickled your belly with his fingers and you squealed in a fit of laughter.
Rogue and Gambit spent the rest of the afternoon feeling very self-satisfied. Each was confident that Logan would never find out they’d fed his precious daughter a sugar-bomb pillow of fried dough. Or how much she loved the taste.
The two little tasks to do around the house, and Rogue set you up in a playpen in the living room before joining Remy in the kitchen. The couple went about their business, sure that you were just about the happiest little thing they’d ever encountered. You’d be fine with your toys and some calming cartoons on the TV.
In the kitchen, your sitters were chatting; cleaning up and washing dishes.
“Chere, don’t you think it’s a little funny that something so sweet came from–”
“Logan?” Rogue finished, a smirk plastered on her lips.
“Well…yeah.” Gambit said with a laugh.
“Maybe a long time ago, before–you know–everything…maybe Logan was somethin’ like her.”
At this Gambit looked at the woman he loved as if she had three heads; suppressing laughter and starting to fail.
“Alright, I know. Ah’m just sayin’.” Rogue responded, trying to cut off his stifled laughs.
After about half an hour of tidying up and speculating about the Wolverine’s layered, foggy past, Remy said, “You should probably check on the little one, non?” He was starting to tackle the dishes in the sink.
“Yup. I’ll see what she’s up to.” Rogue agreed.
She walked back into the room she left you in, to an eerie level of silence. There was no giggling, no cooing, not even the sounds of your noisy toys. Hi Even more unsettling? She didn’t see you anywhere.
“Uh…Shugah?” She called. Maybe you were curled up in the playpen asleep? But Logan had said you’d already had your nap, hadn’t he? Walking up to the little enclosure Rogue noticed something terrifying.
The mesh wall of the playpen was completely ripped apart. There was a massive hole in it, and you were absolutely not inside.
“Oh no.” The words fell out of Rogue’s mouth as she looked around the room in a frantic panic.
There were claw marks on the wooden bookshelf in the corner! There was a chunk missing from the couch, and one of the throw pillows had been completely obliterated!
“Remy!” Rogue called. “Get in here! She’s gone! She’s…loose!”
The red-eyed Cajun came running into the living room looking around the room and taking in the carnage. “What d’you mean, Chere? Mon dieu, what the-!?”
Before he could finish his thought, a tiny little missile came careening at high speed from behind the shredded drapes over the window. You were charging across the floor at Gambit with 6 pointed claws at the ready, and was that a snarl coming out of you?!
“Woah-!” He jumped to the side dodging the draggers coming from your little hands.
The demeanor you arrived with was completely gone. You looked downright predatory now! You crawled across the rug with as much speed as you could manage, determined to skewer whichever babysitter got in your way first.
“Grab her, Chere!” Gambit yelled to his girlfriend.
“Ah can’t! She’ll gut me like a fish! How could she have those already?! She’s way too young for a mutation to show up!” Rogue observed, staring in shock at the little claws protruding from you.
“Must be because they cooked her up in that lab. Guess normal mutant rules don’t apply, huh?” Gambit reasoned, climbing up on a table to get out of your reach.
You could see him up there, and you began circling the table like a wild animal. Gambit could just about hear a nature documentary narrating your hunting behavior in his head:
“With bold aggression, the predatory wolverine circles her prey, preparing to use her razor-sharp claws to scale the tree her meal is hoping to find refuge in.”
“Why is she so angry?!” Rogue demanded, floating as close to the ceiling as possible to avoid your raging swipes.
“Because you gave her sugar, didn’t you?” A gravely voice came from behind Remy and Rogue, making both of them jump.
“Am I right?” Logan was standing in the doorframe of Gambit’s living room, arms crossed and looking none too pleased.
“Uhh, non! Of course not, mon ami! She took a beignet from me! Just swiped it right out of my hands!” Gambit smiled, desperately lying through his teeth. As scary as the little clawed pup on the rug was, she was nothing compared to her papa.
“Oh give it up, Remy! Alright Logan, maybe we gave her a little somethin’ sugary. You didn’t tell us she’d turn into a little mini berserker-mode you if we did!” Rogue spat, more annoyed at him than scared of you at this point.
“I warned ya.” Logan replied. “More’n once, darlin’. I oughta let her rage at you both til she runs outta steam. Maybe then you’ll listen next time.” His arms were still crossed, and he was looking very sternly between the two guardians he’d reluctantly chosen that morning.
“Fine! It won’t happen again, Shugah, just call her off before she eats mah man!” Rogue pleaded.
Logan rolled his eyes and knelt down on the floor.
“Alright pup, enough.” He barked in your direction.
You weren’t having it. All that saccharine energy was fueling your animalistic rampage, and your daddy was now trying to slow you down? You turned your attention toward him with a little growl escaping your lips, bearing your little claws at the ready.
Just as you were about to reach your daddy? He stood up and then his claws came out. Much longer than yours and coated in adamantium, they glinted in the light and stopped you in your tracks.
“I said, enough darlin’.” He snarled.
You came to a halt, blinked a few times with a quivering lower lip and retracted your little bone claws. You whimpered a bit, only to be scooped up right away by your daddy, who cuddled you close and planted a kiss on your forehead. “That’s my little one.”
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Gambit and Rogue were staring dumbfounded at the Wolverine and his little girl.
“What the heck was that?!” Rogue demanded, mouth agape.
“What?” Logan asked, skeptically. You had completely settled in his arms, where he was now bouncing you gently.
“Pretty sure you can’t show your sharps to your child, Logan!” The stunned woman shouted.
“Were you two gonna handle her then? When she gets like that the only thing that works is a show of force.” He explained while you cooed on his chest.
“A show of force?” Gambit repeated through a palm over his face.
“Takes a wolverine to stop a wolverine, Bub.” Logan smirked. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to me about the sugar.”
He looked down at you in his arms just peacefully sucking your thumb and clinging to your daddy’s flannel.
“Can’t believe you two had so much trouble with such a little angel.” He smirked.
“Next time maybe you should ask Jean and Scott, Shugah.” Rogue sighed.
“You’re right. Then I can tell Scott to give her ice cream.” Logan winked.
Firstly, I’m sorry I’ve been away for a hot second, I know you’ve heard this all before but I really do have a lot going on in grown-up land.
Secondly and related to all of that: I won’t be taking requests for a while. I’m sorry 😞 The schedule is just too unpredictable, and I don’t want to string anyone along waiting for works that I just can’t get to for a while.
Thirdly: I have some plans to write some more daddy Wolverine stories, but with other X-Men characters involved as well! This might look like reader getting babysat by other characters, being a handful to everyone else in the X Mansion, general widespread shenanigans etc. I hope everyone likes them when I get around to them ❤️
X-Men is my obsession, and when I was a kid, the found family and the dynamics between the team were so welcoming and appealing to me. I really want to incorporate some of that into my writing, even if it’s slow coming out ☺️
Finally, I know it’s not a lot but I just hit 250 likes on tumblr. I was so SO nervous to post on this platform about a year ago and I’m still surprised that I did it at all. You’ve all been so sweet and welcoming and I’m genuinely so grateful for the validation this platform provides me in my age regression journey. So thank you so much for stopping in! ❤️
One day Logan’s little one (that’s you) comes down with a nasty cold and of course the Wolverine is gonna take all the best care of his little pup.
You live together in a dormitory of Xavier’s institute 🌳 🏫 🌳
Warnings: you cry a little and you have some ouchies (sore throat, aches, cough, etc.)
Logan calls you gender neutral names: honey, sweetness, sweetheart, darlin’, baby, little one, pup, love
Author’s note: I’ve been sick twice, a week apart in the last month 😭 So I had lots of time to think this story up.
It came on unbelievably fast. And ironically, just after you’d been telling a friend how strong of an immune system you had—likely from living at Xavier’s Institute surrounded by so many kids. Here it was though—a slowly building temperature, a tickle in the back of your throat and a dull aching in your muscles. You were getting sick. By tomorrow, you knew you’d be bed-ridden and keeping the tissue box real close.
You ended your day at the institute, went home to your dormitory and immediately collapsed on the couch. Shortly after that though, your caregiver came striding through the door as well.
Taking a look at you and then making a few subtle sniffs of the air, Logan declared, “You’re under the weather, darlin’.”
You wanted to argue, on the basis that sometimes it annoyed you that his mutation allowed him to sense the little shifts in your heart rate, temperature, and more. In the end though, you simply peeked your head out from under the blanket you were under and nodded. As per usual, Daddy knew best and you couldn’t deny it.
“What happened, honey? When’d you start feeling bad?” He asked.
“A few hours ago.” You answered meekly, starting to feel chills even under your fleece throw now.
Logan knelt down beside the couch and pressed a hand to your forehead. “You’re already burning up, sweetheart. C’mere.”
With that, you were scooped up in his arms, blankie and all and letting yourself be carried to bed. Between the scent of your daddy’s clothes, his arms wrapped around you and how weak you were starting to feel, you began slipping deep into little space. Like all the other things Logan could sense when it came to you, he noticed.
Setting you down on the bed he knelt down to your level again and asked, “Alright little one, which pajamas do you want?” Brushing a hand through some of your hair.
You thought a little before the chills and aches started to get the better of you. “Want Daddy to pick.”
“You want me to-? Wow you really aren’t feelin’ like yourself, are you darlin’? Alright, pup. Give me a minute. I think your favorites are clean.”
A few moments later, Logan returned with your absolute favorite pjs in hand. They were your favorite color and also your softest.
“Alright, little one. Arms up.” Your daddy helped you get changed and then immediately scooped you up once again to get you settled in bed.
“Here we go, darlin’. Extra pillows, extra blankies, and all your stuffies…I think. I can’t keep track of ‘em all.” Logan sighed, making sure you were tucked in tight. As he did so, a whole new symptom crept up on you. Your little lungs started coughing, trying to expel whatever had its grip on you.
“Ohhh, sweetheart. You really are sick, aren’t you?” Logan leaned over and kissed your forehead, the temperature of which was still rising. “Daddy’ll take care of you, darlin’. All I need you to do is lay down and stay snuggled up. I’m gonna get you a couple things, and I’ll be right back, alright?”
Once again, he disappeared, leaving you with your stuffies, clinging to the blankets you were bundled up in. A few minutes later however, your daddy came back with an entire care kit for you.
Logan carried in a box of tissues, a thermometer, a box of your favorite snacks, and even his laptop…but there was a catch. In the bundle of get-well-soon goodies was also—to your dismay—a bottle of medicine.
The way your initial smile melted off your face didn’t go unnoticed by Logan. He sat down on the bed next to you.
“Yeah I know sweetness, you hate medicine. But here’s the way this is gonna go. You’re gonna open up and take your medicine and after you do…” he leaned closer to your face. “I’ll give you all this other stuff for bein’ so good for me.” Telling you his terms, he removed the lid from the medicine bottle and poured out a serving.
“But Daddy…don’t like it…” you pouted, hiding your face from the nose down beneath your blanket.
“I know kiddo, it tastes yucky. But this’ll make you feel better. And~” Logan reached down for one more piece of incentive for you. “As soon as you take it, I’ve got a sippy cup full of juice for you to get rid of the taste.”
You coughed a few more times, really starting to feel pretty bad. “You promise it’ll make me feel better, Daddy?”
“I promise, love.” Logan smiled.
“…what kind of juice?” You asked skeptically.
“Your favorite.” He answered raising his eyebrows at you.
“…ok.” You finally gave in. You opened your mouth and your daddy fed you just about the worst tasting medicine you’d ever encountered. But just as he promised, you did get a sippy full of juice right after and the sweet taste replaced the icky one.
“Good job, darlin’, that’s my little pup.” your daddy wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on your nose. From there, you got everything you saw your daddy come back into the room with. He set up the laptop with your favorite cartoons, opened the pack of your favorite snacks for you to munch on, and all the while was snuggled up right next to you.
Logan took your temperature and confirmed you were running a fever. Eventually he came to the diagnosis of the common cold, courtesy of his mutant senses and 200 years of experience.
After a few episodes of your shows, you started yawning. It felt like your body was fighting just to stay awake.
“You gettin’ sleepy, darlin’? Close your eyes. Your body needs rest.” Logan stroked your hair with a warm hand. He spoke to you with a voice so gentle and low it almost acted like a lullaby. “I’m right here, love. Daddy’s gotcha. Go to sleep, honey. Shhh~” Without much convincing you fell asleep in his arms.
…
A few hours passed and eventually you woke up. Your throat hurt now, and you were struggling to breathe through your nose. Worse than all your achiness and sniffles was the fact that your daddy wasn’t next to you anymore.
“Daddy?” You called meekly. Your throat felt scratchy but you tried again, looking around your dormitory. “Daddy?!” Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt your body even weaker than before your nap.
As if on cue, the door opened a moment later, and Logan came in with something in his hands. Seeing you trying to get up and out of bed, he put it down and rushed over to you.
“Hey, hey, hey little one, what’s wrong? Lay back down, darlin’.” He tucked the blankets back up around you but you were fussy and squirmy now. You popped your arms out of the blanket as Logan furrowed his brows at you.
“What baby, are you hot now?” He asked.
“No~!” You whined.
“Then what are you-?”
You reached up and made the most pathetic grabby hands you may have ever made at him.
“Ohhhh~ honey I’m so sorry. C’mere little one.” Logan reached down and scooped you into his arms and you started to cry.
“You woke up all alone, hmm?” He asked.
“Mhm.” You whimpered into his shoulder.
“Awww, I’m so sorry, darlin’. Daddy was just in the kitchen makin’ something for you. Can I get it?” He asked, wiping a tear off your cheek.
“…mhmm.” You finally nodded.
“Alright, sweetheart.” Your daddy laid you back onto your pillowy pile and crossed the room again. He came back with a bowl of soup that was still steaming with heat. Even with a cloudy sense of smell, your mouth watered at the scent of it.
“This should get you better a little quicker, pup.” He said, picking up a spoonful. “Open up.”
You let him feed you, and the soup was so warm and yummy that you actually managed a little smile at the first taste of it.
“There’s my little one.” Logan grinned. It gave him some relief to see you happy for a moment.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, love?”
“Thank you.”
“Any time, darlin’.”
For the next few days, Logan waited on you hand and foot as if you might break at any moment. He fed you homemade food, helped you take your medicine, and always made sure you had something yummy to drink afterward. He kept your favorite movies and cartoons playing on your laptop, kept you warm and cozy with hot baths, soft pjs and heavy blankies, and made sure you got all the snuggles and cuddles you wanted.
You were so precious to your daddy that he would’ve given you his healing factor if he could’ve. Even without it though, he’d stop at nothing to make sure you were all better as soon as possible.
It's been a while since you posted any new stories about Daddy Wolverine((
Hi there 👋 I know, I’m really sorry fam. There’s been a lot going on for me in the offline world and I haven’t really been in the right mental headspace to write. I may be able to get one out today or tomorrow while I’m off of work though!
Hello! Could I ask you to write something with caregiver Gregory House, please?
Hi there! I really, really love House, but I think I’m going to try and keep my fics focused on Marvel for the foreseeable future. I’m really sorry to say no, but I’m not as confident about my familiarity with other fictional universes. If I had the time to do the research and get more well-versed with other characters, I would but my big kid life is a bit too much for that right now 😕.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I will be updating my about-me page to reflect it.
Thank you for your trust in me to write you stories, and for understanding ❤️
In general, my idea was that the user is One of Dumbledore's familiars, she's a Hogwarts hearth fairy, something like that, meaning she can't leave its confines, but she can go wherever and whenever she wants. She already looks very young Because of her nature, it's easier for her to regress. And one such day, she regressed under Severus Snape's lectern while he was teaching a lesson...In general, I really love Severus as a caregiver ) I would like to see your work with him)
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I can try! It may take me a while because I’ve started another for the moment, but I will try!
Hi! Do you like "Harry Potter"? I'd just like to order something from that universe...
Hi there! I love Harry Potter! I’ve never written anything for it, but I would consider it! I think I know the characters well enough. The only things within the franchise I’m unfamiliar with are the Cursed Child and the Crimes of Grindelwald
Hi!) Can I ask you to write a fanfic with Daddy Logan, where the little user has their period and Logan offers them a diaper instead of a pad, please?
I was very ashamed to write this... sorry (
Hi! Sure I can! Please don’t be ashamed, I’ve been wanting to explore this area a bit myself but I’ve had the same feeling ❤️ I have never written anything incorporating diapers before but I will try my absolute best!
Ok everyone, here is my first ever requested prompt on Tumblr. I hope it’s OK, as these are two subjects I have never approached in my writing before.
I’m going to label this with a trigger warning for menstrual periods as a major topic, a few mentions of blood, and this is also a padded agere story, meaning the use of diapers is involved.
Anon didn’t specify pronouns but they did use “their” and “them” so I have done my best to avoid all feminine pet names and use gender-neutral ones throughout. Reader is an age regressor who experiences a menstrual period.
DNI - Any type of kink, you will be blocked immediately.
I hope I met the request, and I’m open to accepting more in the future. Please be kind, your author is a little nervous 🥰 Thank you, Anon for trusting me with this!
It was the middle of a very cold night and you were snuggled up tightly in Logan’s bed. You fell asleep feeling very little, and that meant you were out a good few hours earlier than your daddy’s bedtime. Logan was, however, checking in on you from time to time making sure his little kit’s slumber wasn’t disturbed.
For hours you were totally fine, and Logan was content just sitting in the arm chair in the living room down the hall; smoking a cigar while the TV droned. That was at least, until his enhanced senses alerted him to something he was very well acquainted with and couldn’t ignore with you in his care–the scent of blood.
In one quick blur he threw the smoldering cigar down in a tray on the side table, sprang from the chair and strode down the hall as fast as he could without running. He was practically ready to pop his claws out, as protective as he was of you.
When he reached the bedroom door and peeked in, he was surprised to see nothing at all amiss. You were still breathing gently with your chest steadily rising and falling.
“What the-?” Logan mouthed to himself, crossing the floor slowly as he approached the bed. As he got closer to you sleeping like an angel, he suddenly came to a realization that he knew you were going to hate. “Oh…” he muttered, running a hand over the back of his neck.
Kneeling down at the side of the bed, he gently pulled the covers off of your shoulder and placed a rough hand on it. “Darlin’...wake up, sweetness.”
“Daddy?” you grumbled in a quiet voice.
“Sorry, honey, can you sit up for me for a second?”
“Why, Daddy?” You asked groggily.
“Sweetheart, I think it might be your time of the month...” he replied.
You shot up in bed, suddenly wide awake and in an absolute panic. You threw the covers off and looked down in horror at the blood stain on the sheet. “What?! No! No, no, no! I’m sorry Daddy, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was already-!
“Hey hey hey, darlin’, none of that. C’mere.” Logan took your hands in his and turned you toward him. “Look at me, baby. You never ever apologize for this, y’hear me?”
You knew he was being sincere, but there were no words that your daddy could’ve used in that moment that would have made you feel any better. You were completely embarrassed, and you pulled your hands out of his to bury your face in them.
“Hey. I said look at me, darlin’.” Logan repeated.
Reluctantly you looked him in the eyes while tears welled up in yours.
“Repeat after me, little one” he directed, this time cupping your face in his hands.
“This is not my fault.”
“....This is not my fault.” You finally sobbed out.
“That’s it. Now, we’re gonna get you a bath, get you all cleaned up and I’ll take care of the bed.” Logan explained.
“I can-!” You started.
“I said daddy’s got it, little one. C’mere.” He bent down and scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom to start running the water in the tub. He helped you out of your stained pajamas; the sight of which you cried even more at.
“Ohhh sweetheart, you ain’t worried about these are you? Don’t you know how good your daddy is at gettin’ these stains out? Comes with bein’ an X-man. These’ll be good as new tomorrow, I promise darlin’.”
You giggled and swiped tears off your cheeks. Logan always knew what to say to bring his favorite smile in the world back to your face. He tested the water temperature with his hand and made sure there was plenty of bubble bath in the tub for you. That was always a sure-fire way to get you to keep smiling. Logan lifted you into the soapy water and kissed your head.
“I’ll be right back alright, bub?” he reassured you, and went to switch out the sheets on the bed. While Logan tended to the laundry, including your pjs, you played in the water, letting the heat of it give you some relief for your cramps which had started up. After a good 15 minutes of soaking and splashing in the suds, you were clean, in a better mood, and ready to get out.
Logan dried you off with your favorite fluffy towel, being gentle as always with you. He had brought a new pair of pajamas that he knew were some of your favorites into the bathroom. However, when you peered over to see which ones your daddy had picked out, you noticed something absolutely mortifying peeking out from the folds of the fabric.
Between the pajama top and the bottoms, something soft and white was sticking out and you instantly knew it was a diaper. You immediately reacted with a beet red face and an adamant, “No! Daddy, what is-?! No! I don’t need-!” You stammered.
This was a topic you had always shut down whenever your caregiver brooched the subject, and you did not want to talk about it now.
Logan winced a bit at his own failure to hide it from you before he was able to calmly explain to you why he had pulled it out in the first place.
“Shhhh sweetie, listen to me-” He knelt down to look you in the eye and put a hand on each of your shoulders.
“No!” You cried through panicked breaths. “D-daddy, I-I don’t!”
“I know you don’t need it darlin’, is that what you’re tryin’ to tell me? I know honey, of course I know that. Just take a breath and answer me, sweetheart. Were you little when you went to bed tonight?”
“....”
“Yes or no, angel?”
“Yes.” you admitted.
“OK, and what about when I put you in the bath just now? Were you my little one then?”
“...Yes, Daddy” you answered, tears once again rolling down your cheeks.
Logan wiped them away as he had before and explained in a low voice, “Alright, pup that’s what I thought. And when it’s your time of the month does that make you feel little or big?”
“...makes me feel like a grown up.”
“Alright then. I know you want to be little, especially when your body isn’t making you feel very good; and I wanna take care of you. Don’t you think maybe one of these might help you feel a bit tinier than a pad would, love?” Your daddy held the diaper out to you so you could actually take it in.
“I think it’ll make you feel little, but also nice and safe, sweetie. You don’t have to worry about the sheets or your pjs or any of that. I don’t want you to be embarrassed, I want you to feel like that. Comfy and small. If it’s too much, you can tell me no, and I’ll put it away for when you might be ready for it, but I wanted to make sure you knew this was something daddy is just fine with if you want to try. Do you understand me, darlin’?”
You didn’t know what to say for a long moment. You couldn’t take your eyes off the soft undergarment in Logan’s hand, eyeing it with caution and apprehension. You didn’t need it, but it seemed like your daddy knew that just as much as you did. It would be nice to have the relief of feeling so teeny even during your period…but what if this became a regular thing? What if your daddy saw you differently if you agreed to it?
As if reading your mind (which at times you swore he could do) Logan reiterated. “I don’t think it’s embarrassing, darlin’. You’re right here with me, no one else in the whole wide world needs to know. It’s entirely up to you, all you gotta do is answer me honestly if you wanna try it or not. If you do? It’s just tonight. You never have to again if you decide you don’t like it. There’s no pressure, it’s just an option I want you to know you have. Answer me when you can, honey. Take your time.”
You were scared, and your eyes still prickled with tears, but finally, you nodded ever so slowly.
“Ok then, let’s get you ready for bed, little one.” Your daddy smiled, and gently pulled you in close for a tight hug and a kiss on your damp cheek. “Hold my hand.”
He led you back into your bedroom, laying you down carefully and getting you changed. Catching you covering your face with your hands again, your daddy comforted you one more time, “Almost done, darlin’. You’re bein’ so brave.”
When you were all dressed and tinier than ever, you finally went back to bed. You nestled down into the blankets feeling safe and secure in the snug new softness around your waist. Plus, after getting you into bed, Logan had gone to the kitchen for a few minutes, coming back with a Warmie in the shape of your favorite animal.
“You wanna put this on your tummy, sweetness?” He offered.
“Thank you, Daddy!” you smiled, reaching out for the warm stuffy with excited grabby hands.
Finally, Logan cuddled up in bed with you himself, wrapping his arms around you tight. He made sure to get your favorite paci out of the nightstand as well. As always, you felt safe in your daddy’s arms. Nothing could get to you when you were there. Not sentinels, not monsters, not even cramps were a match for the Wolverine when it came to you.
As you settled down, finally accepting this newfound comfort, you heard your daddy whisper, “Love you, little one.” as you finally closed your eyes.
Hi!) Can I ask you to write a fanfic with Daddy Logan, where the little user has their period and Logan offers them a diaper instead of a pad, please?
I was very ashamed to write this... sorry (
Hi! Sure I can! Please don’t be ashamed, I’ve been wanting to explore this area a bit myself but I’ve had the same feeling ❤️ I have never written anything incorporating diapers before but I will try my absolute best!
When little you spots the kids room during an errand with your daddy to the local library, you end up with an afternoon full of read-alouds snuggled up with Logan.
Reader is spoken to in gender-neutral terms, but Logan calls you “darlin’”, “sweetness”, “sweetheart”, “honey”, “little one”, etc. Reader is implied to work at Xavier’s Institute with Logan, but their job isn’t specified. Other than that, just fluffy story time 📚 ❤️ [Not my gif]
Author’s note: So, in my real-world life, I’m a librarian! And being an age-regressor in the children’s section often fills my head with fun, cozy thoughts of being read to, and pondering which books my cg would choose. See the end of the story for a list of picture/board books I think Logan might read to his little one (in my humble professional opinion 😌) Enjoy!
When Charles Xavier asked you and Logan to do an errand for him on your Saturday off, you were initially a bit disappointed. However, when he explained that he needed you to run to the library and pick up a few books on hold for him and Hank, you perked up quite a bit.
After a short ride across town clinging to Logan on the back of his bike, you arrived at the local branch and approached the circ desk.
“Hi!” You greeted cheerfully. “Picking up a hold under ‘Xavier.’
Accustomed to Xavier’s school staff retrieving holds for Charles that just about cleared the branch’s non-fiction section, the librarian behind the counter stood up with a knowing smile and a “Got it.”
After a short exchange of Charles’ library card, a quick check of the permissions on his account, and a heavy slide of a huge stack of books across the counter and into your backpack, it was mission accomplished.
“Ready to go, darlin’?” Logan asked you.
“Uh…yeah…” you replied, hesitating. Five minutes ago, you’d been fully prepared to race home to the couch to just snuggle up with Logan, but now? Now, you had spotted the children’s section of the library.
Not only was there a bright, colorful rug with a small selection of wooden block toys, but there was also a display of beautiful looking picture books that had really grabbed your attention. On top of everything enticing about the kids room was the fact that it was totally empty. You felt yourself slipping into little space and trying desperately to pull your eyes away. That’s when your daddy seemed to notice.
“You wanna take a look, darlin’?” He smirked.
“I…no, I was just-…” you stammered glancing back at the circ desk to see if anyone else had noticed your longing gazes at the picture and board books. It didn’t seem so, but you felt your cheeks warm anyway.
Logan bent down a bit and hushed his voice to make you feel better. “You know honey, we do work and live at a school. They’d have plenty of reason to assume whatever you check out is for the students. No one’s gonna judge you anyway. Go ahead, sweetness. Pick a few out. I’ll read ‘em to you as soon as we get back, or at bedtime or whatever you want.”
You felt your eyes widen and a warm smile spread across your face. You wandered into the kids section with barely an idea of where to start. Hundreds of books, and you could take out as many as you could fit in your backpack! Even better? You knew whatever you picked your daddy would read to you all snuggled up on his lap later on.
You pulled out some of your favorites, plus some you’d never even seen before! Your little heart was overjoyed as you crawled between shelves, tilting your head to read the words on the spines. You were on a roll plucking titles from the shelves, to the point that Logan did have to gently slow you down eventually.
“Sweetheart, you’ve only got the one backpack and the Professor’s stuff is already takin’ up most of the space.”
“Oh…ok.” You pouted with a little arm load of books.
Logan chuckled and reminded you, “Remember darlin’, we can always come back. They’ll still be here next time”
With that in mind, you went to the counter to check out your treasure trove of books.
After your finds were scanned and packed away in your backpack, you made your way out of the library—Logan taking the heavy bag from you and slinging it over his shoulder.
The short motorcycle ride back to the mansion had you slipping even further into little space, and your daddy could tell by the way your grip on him got tighter and how your giggling grew louder at every little bump and gust of wind blowing against you.
After the quick trip home, the two of you delivered your books to Charles and then you practically ran down the halls to Logan’s room.
Once inside, you excitedly threw yourself onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress and giggling, feeling absolutely little by now.
“Can we read, Daddy, pleeeeasse?” You pleaded, continuing to bounce yourself.
Logan softly laughed again and grinned at you. “Yeah, darlin’, just like I promised. But—call me crazy—I think someone might be happier if they put their pjs on first.” He smirked.
You gasped a happy little gasp and sprang up to cross the room and pull your absolute favorite pair of pajamas out of a drawer. They were your favorite color and the softest fabric you had in your sizable sleep collection.
You got changed as fast as you could, and then rushed your little feet back across the floor to the bed in a flurry of movement; clambering up the mattress where Logan was already sitting.
Pulling back the sheets and your favorite quilt of his, (the one that always smelled just faintly of his cigar smoke) he got in bed seated with his back against the pillows. He made a space for you to settle between his legs so you could lean into him and see all the pretty pictures in your books, and you snuggled in with all the enthusiasm in the world.
Logan tucked the blanket around you and leaned down to the side of the bed to pick up the backpack filled with your library haul. Setting the whole stack of books on the bed in front of you he asked, “Alright little one, which one first?”
Story after story he read to you, from the “once upon a times” to every single “the end”, he held you in his arms and the pages in his hands while you were completely blissed out listening.
At the close of the very last book you’d carefully chosen, you felt your shoulders droop with disappointment. Storytime was over, and tomorrow was Sunday, and the wonderland that was the library would be closed.
Logan felt you sink slightly in his arms and he leaned to one side of you to get a better look at your expression.
“What’s with the pout, little one?” He asked.
“That was the last book I got.” You sighed.
“Aww. I know, sweetness, all done. But…you weren’t the only one who picked stuff out.” He smirked.
Logan leaned over the side of the bed to the backpack again. Inside the bag, he pulled a small divider pocket forward and exposed another small stash of picture books.
You let out a delighted gasp! “There’s more?!” You clapped your little hands rapidly and excitedly bounced on the mattress again.
“That’s right, darlin’. Wanted to give you a little surprise, so I made sure to check them out while you were still browsin’. That’s why I carried the bag too. So, whadd’ya think? You wanna hear daddy’s picks too, my little bookworm?”
You were so excited you wheeled around and flung your arms around your daddy’s neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Can we read them now, Daddy?!”
“Yeah, little one. Let’s see if they’re any good, hm?”
Once again you snuggled in close and tuned in. For at least a little while longer, storytime was back on. And after the last book was closed, and the sun had gone down later on, you knew your daddy would read them all over again until you fell asleep in his arms.
Thanks for reading! What stories would your daddy pick out for you?
Lots of books about animals and nature, with a focus on respecting the natural world, but also empathy and belonging. I could see Logan going for titles like:
Gender-neutral agere reader wakes up from a nap all alone and really just wants a little comfort from their daddy (Logan) even if that means getting a little theatrical with the tears.
*Author’s note*
Do you ever just wanna cry so your caregiver comes running to make it all better? 🥺 Yeah me neither.
This one is the same basic principle.
Gender-neutral names used and reader is just about non-verbal for most of it.
771 words
Fluffy fluff everywhere and a little smug teasing from your daddy, who sees right through your crocodile tears
“Mmmm~” you whined, waking up slowly. You were all alone, and the more you realized it, the more unhappy you became. Your groggy whines became whimpers, and the whimpering soon turned to crying.
“Daddy?...Daaaddyyy~?” You called, the distress carrying in your voice. Finally, after what felt like forever your daddy came into the room where you’d been napping.
“What’s wrong little one, I’m here.” Logan crossed the floor and leaned over you to kiss your head.
“Someone finally wakin’ up?” He slid his arms beneath you to lift you into a snuggly embrace. It was exactly what you wanted, but you continued to whimper anyway.
In response, Logan started to bounce you gently in his arms and walk around the room as he tried to comfort you.
“Shh-sh-sh baby, I’m right here. What happened, little love? Can you use your words for me?”
You shook your head “no” emphatically and continued to cry into his neck.
“Did someone have a bad dream?” He guessed.
You hesitated, and thought for a minute. The answer was no, but you answered, “…Mhmm…” in a quiet mumble, not looking him in the eye or even nodding.
“Oh really? Are you fibbin’ to me, darlin’?” your daddy asked suspiciously.
Uh oh. Your heart skipped at the thought that you’d just been caught, but you decided you were in too deep to admit it. “Mm-mm!” You hummed, shaking your head no again.
“Mm-mm~?” He mimicked. “You sure, little one? Because you normally tell Daddy when you have a bad dream. Unless it’s real bad and then you cry a lot harder. With real tears...”
Logan was growing more and more smug with every word, and your cheeks were getting more and more pink.
He continued his accusation, “My little faker. You didn’t have a bad dream. You just wanna be daddy’s little crybaby ‘cause you want me to get you to stop.”
“Mm-mm!” You insisted again, looking downright pitiful, but unable to deny anything either.
“It’s ok, darlin’. I can always do that for ya. Does someone wanna be coddled and cooed at for a little while? Hm~?” He smiled, stopping his strides to await your response.
Finally, you nodded ever so slowly, and reddened even more.
“Awww. Thought so, little one. I gotcha. Go ahead and ‘cry’ those little crocodile tears, honey. Daddy can baby you as long as you need.” He said, smiling against the top of your head.
And you did. You pressed your face into his shoulder and continued to whine and “sob” on him. Why? You weren’t really sure. You just knew that he wasn’t there when you opened your eyes, and you wanted to throw a little fit about it.
You wanted him to comfort and reassure you; to show you that he would never really leave you alone. Really what you wanted was exactly what he’d said. You wanted to be babied.
“Shhhh-sh-sh-sh, little one. Daddy’s here, daddy’s gotcha. I promise I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He said, rocking you in his arms and rubbing your back.
You kept whining. A small litany of squeaks and “hic-“s between ragged little breaths was all you could communicate.
“Awwww~ My poor baby.” Logan said in a sing-song tone. He was teasing you a bit and trying to hide his smile from you. You were just too cute. You didn’t even have anything to cry about. You just wanted to be his precious little pup, and he knew it.
“Deep breaths, sweetness, you’re okay. I promise you’re okay.” He said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m here, darlin’. And I love my little kit no matter what you cry about.” He gave you a long kiss on the cheek and sat down in the rocking chair in the corner with you in his lap.
As you rocked back and forth in his arms, cozier and comfier than you could deny, your whimpers eventually subsided.
“Looks like someone’s fussin’s dyin’ down a bit” Logan smirked. Are you in a better mood, darlin’?”
Finally, you nodded and giggled under the blanket you’d been tucked under. Seeing your smiling eyes peeking out and the mischievous, energized look that was starting to return to them, Logan let out a sigh.
“That didn’t take long.” He grinned. “Lemme, guess. Now you’re all rested and done cryin’, you’re gonna go back to being my little imp, aren’t ya?”
You giggled again, and reached your arms up to grab at the black tufts of hair on his head that you loved to call his “kitty ears”.
One more exasperated sigh from your daddy came out. “Yup. Nap time’s over.” 😑
Sending so, so much love to little ones who aren’t able to regress right now. Who are drowning in school, in uni, in work. To the little pals who want so badly to be safe and small again but just can’t do it because they don’t have the time.
You’re going to be okay. All the love to you ❤️🩹.
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