Age Regression

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[fictosexualagere]

Hi there! I’ll be taking requests now for x reader agere fics!

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[lloki-deactivated20241102]

Daddy

Regressed gn!reader calls Tony "daddy" for the first time Word count: 330

Today was a small day with Tony. I played around his lab while he worked, every now and then looking up to make sure I wasn’t getting into trouble. He had my favorite cartoon playing on tv and over the speakers, but it was much quieter than when he listened to music. 

Getting up from my spot on the fluffy rug he bought for me and leaving my blocks behind, I walked over to Tony. He was so focused on his machine that he didn’t even notice I was there until I tapped his shoulder, to which he jumped. 

“You scared me half to death, kid. You’re stealthier than I remember.” Tony turned around in his swivel chair to face me, opening his arms to pull me into a hug. 

I giggled into his shoulder, giving him a squeeze before pulling away to talk. “Can we go for a fly, Tony?” 

Tony clicked his tongue and nodded his head towards his work. “Not right now, lovebug. Ask me later, okay?” 

I nodded, beginning to walk back to my play spot. “Okay, daddy. I love you.” 

I stopped in my tracks, slowly turning around to face Tony. I had never called him that out loud. I was overcome with embarrassment, worried he’d reject me and the accidental nickname. 

“Oh, so I’m daddy now?” Tony spoke with amusement in his voice and a smile tugging at his lips. 

With flushed cheeks, I spoke, taking a step towards him. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean-” 

Tony reached out to me, taking my hand in his. “Hey, shhh. I like it, I’m daddy now.” 

He lightly tugged my arm forward, pulling me into another hug. Tony placed a soft kiss on my head and spoke into my hairline. “Love you too, kiddo. Now go play.” 

I smiled as I pulled away, and he smiled brightly back at me. “Okay, daddy.” And with that I padded back to my rug, happily sitting down to build my blocks.

[peterslittlefics]

Hiiiiii, I love your blog it's very cute, and you're an amazing writer. You can ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable, but do you think you can write something with either Wade or Logan (or bucky whichever flavor of whiteman your feeling lol) about a little in denial.

Like they're don't understand what slipping or being a little is, and they reject it almost. Or like they try to do everyday adult thinks and get frustrated because they don't understand why they feel that way and one of the boys just figures it out and helps.

Like I said, you can ignore it. I just feel lonely, and I have something in my foot that I have to get out myself that I don’t to do but if I don't it'll become a trip to the dr so I just wish one of them could handle it and baby me. But anyway I hope you're having a good day and thank you for reading even if you don't write anything.

A/N: hiiiiii!!! I love this request so much!!!! It definitely hit home for me a little and I had a fun time writing it so I really hope you enjoy!!! Hope you feel better soon:)

Too Much

Pairings: cg!Logan x Little!reader

Word Count: 843

Warnings: negative emotions surrounding regression

You had a long day, you were exhausted and extremely frustrated. Nothing had been working for you all day. Your hands didn't seem to be doing what your brain was telling them to do and you had been knocking things over constantly and you just didn't understand what was wrong.

You storm into your shared apartment, sighing heavily and slamming your bag down on the counter. You walk back over to lock the door but you just can't quite get the deadbolt in properly.

Logan looks up at the commotion from where he's sitting in the living room. "You ok sweetheart?"

You rub your forehead, frustrated, not understanding why everything feels too much and why your head feels so fuzzy.

"Fine" you call back, voice cracking.

Logan notices this and comes into the kitchen to help. "Sure you're ok?" He asks again.

"Everythin!"

You nod, a tear falling down your cheek.

"Hey, it's ok! What's wrong?"

Logan frowns and gently wipes a tear that's fallen down your cheek. "What happened?"

"Nothin'! My brains just all floaty and my body isn't doin' what I want it to and it's just not working and- and everythin's too much!"

Logan clears his throat. "Uh sweetheart? You know how we had that little talk about you sometimes feeling fuzzy? And I explained what it was?"

You remember. You did not like that talk. "Don't. I don't feel like that." You bite out. "Baby, you couldn't lock the door by yourself." Logan says with a sigh.

"I'm jus' overwhelmed!"

"You're slurring your words sweetheart."

"Yeah 'cus I'm tired!" You retort, turning to walk away in a huff but hitting against the coffee table in the progress, accidentally knocking a glass of water to the ground.

That was the last straw.

You start sobbing, trying to clean the mess up with your hands. Logan quickly swoops in to the rescue, gently dusting your hands off and making sure they aren't cut. He then scoops you up and places you on the couch, kissing your on the hands and forhead.

"It's ok. I'm gonna clean this up ok? You're not in any trouble. For anything. Understand sweetheart?" He asks, deep brown eyes looking into yours, concern evident in his expression. You nod miserably, looking down at your lap, hiccups and sobs still steadily coming out of you.

Logan cleans up the mess as quickly as he can, making sure theres absolutely nothing left that you can get hurt on. He walks over to the couch and gently scoops you up into his arms. He sits down on the couch and holds you close.

"Shhhh sweetheart it's ok." He says, wiping your tears. "What's goin' in that little head huh?" You whine a little. " t's unfair. Don't know why this keeps happenin' to me."

Logan sighs gently. "Remember what I said kiddo? It's not your fault. It's just your brain trying to calm down yeah? All that stress is just a bit too much and your body is making you relax."

She nods a bit, still crying. "Wanna be normal. I'on' wanna be a baby 'm s'posed ta be an adult."

His heart breaks a little to hear this. "Darl'n don't say that. You are normal. Doesn't matter if sometimes you feel little. It's ok to be little. And you don't have to be an adult. I'll take care of all the adult stuff you can just let your brain turn off."

You look up at him, tears still in your eyes. "You sure 'ts ok?"

He wipes the last of her tears away. "Of course . It's more than ok. I'm gonna help get you into cosy clothes now ok?"

You nod tiredly, clinging to him impossibly tighter. "Let's go little one" he whispers. He stands up, holding you in his arms gently.

He walks you to your bedroom, helping you change, doing all the work for you, not letting you do anymore than you absolutely have to, whispering little words of encouragement all the while. Once you're nice and cosy he picks you up again, slyly grabbing a pacifier he has in his bedside table. He knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.

He brings you back into the living room where he sits on the couch, settling you in his lap.

"You ok sweetheart? Feelin' a bit better?"

You try to answer but all that comes out is incoherent babbles.

He smirks at this. "Someone's tiny huh?"

A small frown flicks onto your face at this and he chuckles a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I told you it's ok darl'n. I'm gonna take good care of you ok? Now, how about we watch some cartoons?"

This makes you smile again.

The two of you stay like that for hours, watching cartoons on the couch, you babbling and Logan replying to all the extremely interesting things you're telling him.

When your thumb drifts to your mouth and is swiftly replaced by a pacifier, you don't even notice. You fall asleep, safe and secure in Pa's arms.

[cloudbug08-deactivated20250702]

Angel

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!Reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader masc or GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

Logan glances at the creaky wooden staircase as you come bounding down.

Your feet padded with socks and your arms full, your foot nearly slips on a step and he’s up and out of his armchair in seconds, catching you, he sighs deeply before setting you down

“What’d I tell you about being careful on the stairs?”

You cock your head, bashful

“Sorry.”

He hums, picking you up by the armpits

“It’s alright, we’ll look at getting you some of those non slip socks hmm?”

You nod, wrapping your spare arm around his neck, he carries you over to his armchair, sitting down with a groan, propping you up in his lap

“What was all that fuss about, what’s all this stuff?”

He looks down at the pink zip up makeup bags in your hand

“Makeup, n’ nail polish!”

“I can’t do your makeup honey, I don’t know how”

He looks at you, apologetic

You tilt your head, making a show of batting your eyelashes, and tearing your eyes up, he squints, groaning , he should have never let you know how much your puppy dog eyes affect him

“Can I do your makeup?”

He tongues over his teeth, mulling over the question, he rolls his eyes at your wet lashes

“Fine”

You clap, grinning up at him before digging into your bag of kiddie make up, he leans back and closes his eyes when you start to work underpigmented glittery blue eyeshadow into his eyelids, suckling on a pacifier he offered you shortly after you sat down.

He hums an old Bon Jovi song when you swipe lip gloss over his lips, you press a messy kiss to his cheek, he rubs a large hand over your shoulder, clearly pleased by your sweet gesture

“Done!”

You chirp before shoving a small Barbie mirror into his hands, he lifts it, turning his head to admire your handiwork, clearly marred by you childlike state, he grins up at you

“Thank you sweetheart”

He pulls you into a hug

“You made me all pretty”

You hum, shy

“was’ already pretty”

He blinks at you, before he presses a loud, lipgloss-y kiss to your forehead

“Ain’t you cute.”

He leans back in his chair, pulling you with him, bouncing his knee to lull you into a more relaxed state, he clicks a few buttons on the remote, until The Care Bears pops up, both of you sit, content to watch the multicoloured bears trot across the screen.

Logan clears his throat when the episode ends, checking the time

“It’s just about dinner time pumpkin.”

“Dinnr’ da?”

He hums

“It’s also time to clean up Da’s face, don’t you think?”

You nod, rubbing at your eyes

“Do you have any makeup wipes honeybee?”

You shake your head, he groans

“Guess we’re going cvs, you want McDonald’s?”

You grin, nodding, excited at the prospect of a happy meal.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[bamboobooshark]

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

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

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

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ☁️་༘ COMFORT & CONFUSION : 991 WRDS

<RATING : PG, VULENRABLE MOMENTS, CRYING>

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

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

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

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

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

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

[littlespace-imagines]

How would Carlisle Cullen deal with his little when they have a tantrum- not because they're being bratty, but maybe because they're overtired?

Paring: CG!Carlisle x little!reader

Contains: established relationship, cgl dynamic, Littlespace, bratty reader, Carlisle is literally so gentle, fluff, punishment (time out), cursing

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

“No! I’m not done playing! I don’t want to fucking do that!” you screamed, stomping your foot in the process.

“(Y/N) we do not talk like that.” Carlisle said calmly, you stood there shaking with anger, you didn’t want to clean up your toys you just wanted to keep playing. Carlisle waited for you to get done yelling but you were finished, now the two of you were just staring at eachother.

“You’re going in time out for ten minutes, and then we’re going to discuss this behavior.” He says as he picks you up and places you in the time out corner. You can hear the clicking of a kitchen timer being set and then Carlisle chair, you know he’s sitting in it staring at you and deciding what to say.

You waited

And waited

And waited

And waited some more

DING

The timer was off and you walked over to the chair positioned infront of your caregiver and sank down onto it, now feeling upset about your outburst.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you and said a bad word and that I stomped my foot.” You say and Carlisle smiles

“I’m glad you’re apologizing on your own baby, thank you, but you know that you’re not supposed to yell like that. You can ask me for more playtime and had you asked I would’ve given it too you. Something tells me this isnt about play time, though.” He says and you look down, you knew it wasn’t about playtime either.

“You’re right, it’s not, I’ve just been feeling so overwhelmed and then I finally got to be little and then I wanted to play but I’m also hungry and I’m tired but I don’t want to be those things I just want to play.” You explained and Carlisle nodded,

“Hmm then how about, we pick out an activity for you to play, and you can eat some lunch while we’re doing that and then we can come back here and lay down and watch cartoons and take a nap together. Does that sound fun?” He asked and you nodded, you stood up and gave him a tight hug, which he returned.

He then led you to the closet and you picked out a jewelry making craft set, he carried you downstairs and listened intently as you told him all the fun ideas you had to make into bracelet’s, you were so thankful to have such an understanding and calm and loving caregiver.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Carlisle!!!!

[fictosexualagere]

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Stucky x Little!Reader

Request: “Being overwhelmed meeting the team for the first time as their little, since they don’t actively live in the tower and at their house in the suburbs like a proper domestic family and it’s just fluff but we panic about meeting them because it a new environment”

A/n: This turned out to have more angst than I planned but hopefully you guys still like it!

When Steve and Bucky first met you it took a while to develop a relationship and longer for you to trust them enough to become your caregivers. Due to taking things slow until you were comfortable, they had yet to introduce you to the Avengers. You had a shy nature and they were worried that the team having a completely opposite one would scare you off, so they decided to hold off the introduction.

By now it had been a couple months of them being your daddies and the team was dying to meet you. Steve and Bucky were constantly talking about you during every mission so it was only a matter of time until they started asking about when they would finally get to see you.

Tony took matters into his own hands when he decided to hold a team gathering to “celebrate a successful mission”, but in reality he just wanted an excuse to meet you, which is why he insisted that Steve and Bucky bring you with them.

Everyone on the team was very aware and supporting of the age regression community, Nat and Tony having already thought about being caregivers themselves. Truly you had nothing to be worried about, but there was still that voice in your head that couldn’t help but be insecure and worry that they won’t like you.

The day of the gathering at the Stark tower had come and you were not happy about it. Your daddies couldn’t understand why, since just the day before you couldn’t stop talking about how excited you were. You had begged them to wear the new dress they bought you and even drew a picture of the team as a gift. With how difficult you were now making it for them to get you ready, they wondered if they were going to have to drag you out the door at this point.

Bucky had finally gotten you dressed, although it took twice the amount of time it usually does since you were whining and kicking so much. It wasn’t until he threatened to put you in timeout that you finally let him slip it over your head.

As both of your daddies started to get ready once you were done you couldn’t help but get anxious again. You immediately threw your dress off and ran out the room in nothing but your pull up, leaving both Steve and Bucky in shock.

“What has gotten into her?” Bucky asked out loud in disbelief. Steve just shrugged his shoulders in response, you weren’t the type of little to be bratty without a reason, so they knew there was something bothering you.

The two of them walked into your room to see you hiding under your covers. “Alright doll we need you to tell us what’s wrong” Bucky told you as he pulled the covers away from you. “Scared daddy” you mumbled, causing both your daddies to frown in confusion. “Why angel?” Steve had asked you. “Won’t like me” you whispered so quietly that if it wasn’t for their super soldier abilities, the wouldn’t have even heard it.

Bucky sat down beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “They’re going to love you” Steve assured while sitting in front of you. You looked to Bucky who nodded his head in agreement. “How you know?” You asked him, not believing his claim to be true. “Well daddy and I love you don’t we?” He asked as Bucky started to rock you gently. “Not same, wore my daddies” you huffed.

“Yes I know, we love you because your our special little girl, but we also love you because you’re kind, and smart, and cute, and funny, and so many other things that they’re going to love you for as well” He told you before giving you a kiss on your cheek. “He’s right princess, you have nothing to be worried about” Bucky added.

After their pep talk you had allowed Bucky to dress you again, finally getting out the house and letting Steve buckle you into your car seat without a fuss. Once Steve started driving however, you started to get anxious again, the feeling only increasing as you realized you had arrived at the building.

When Bucky lifted you out of your car seat he tried to put you down but you immediately panicked and held onto him tighter, a whine leaving your lips at the thought of having to face the Avengers without the comfort of your daddy. Bucky set you onto his hip with a sigh, they were hoping things would go more smoothly after their talk with you back home, but you seemed to be just as anxious as before.

The three of you made your way into the building and entered the elevator to meet the team on the floor where Tony had planned the dinner. On your way there both Steve and Bucky had tried to get you to stand on your own, but you kept grabbing up to get one of them to pick you up onto their hip, panicking until they held you again.

The elevator had finally reached the floor and you all walked through the long hallway to try and find the living room where everybody was at when you saw Thor walking down the hall. His eyes immediately lit up as he saw you in Steve’s arms and walked up to your daddies “It’s been far too long, good to see you both!” He smiled as he pulled Bucky into a hug.

Your daddies knew you wouldn’t budge until they took you out of your comfort zone so Steve sat you onto the ground since you refused to stand up, and stepped away to give Thor a hug as the three of them continued greeting each other.

You started to pull at you dada’s pant leg with your arms raised, begging him to pick you up. When he didn’t your eyes started to fill with tears “Dada! dada!” You panicked thinking maybe he just didn’t see you. You had your arms still raised, breaking his heart but he knew you had to learn.

That’s when Thor took a step closer and you immediately crawled behind Steve’s leg, still peaking out, curious at what he wanted to say to you. “It’s okay little one, there’s no need for tears” he said as he pulled out a stuffie and held it towards you. “I brought this for you as a gift from Asgard” he smiled. You looked up at Steve and he put his hand on your back “Go ahead princess”.

You slowly stood up nervously and walked towards Thor as he gave you the stuffie. You scanned the light pink animal and noticed that your name had been stitched onto it. “Fank you I lub it” You said quietly but with a smile before you decided to give Thor a hug. This caused your daddies to let out a sigh of relief since you were finally starting to get comfortable.

Thor had lifted you onto his hip and led the three of you into the main living room where Tony, Natasha, and Wanda were already sitting. They were the most excited to see you so they rushed past both your daddies just to greet you first.

“So this must be Y/n huh? The little princess we’ve heard so much about?” Tony smiled as he walked up to you and Thor. “Oh she’s even more precious in person” Wanda cooed as Nat agreed while pinching your cheeks, making you giggle before you turned your head away.

Thor had set you down after a while as Bruce, Sam, and Clint greeted you as well. They all seemed to have brought you a stuffie which meant you now had 7 of them barely fitting in your arms, making you giddy with excitement. Your daddies were left to wonder how they would calm you down once you went home and became attached to your new stuffie mountain. At least they were able to convince you to leave them on a couch at the entrance for now.

As you walked back to the group Bucky rested his hand your shoulder “Doll do you want to show them what you brought?” Bucky asked you causing you to remember the drawing you made of them in your bag. You were now feeling very self conscious of your crayon art skills. “Is not good” you told him as you tried to brush it off. “Not good? Come on your daddies have said way too much about your amazing drawings for us to not see” Sam said as the rest of the group joined in, trying to get you to show them.

You gave it to tony shyly and they all gasped and started to praise you on how lovely it was, which they meant. They were so used to getting expensive yet meaningless gifts but never something that had so much time and love put into it. If there were a few tears starting to build in Tony’s eyes then so be it. He immediately left to hang the drawing up on the teams kitchen fridge. Walking back to call everyone for dinner.

Once at the table Steve had sat you down on the chair beside him so that he could feed you the pasta Tony had gotten his chef to make for everyone. They all had started to eat and brought out cans of soda that you weren’t allowed to drink since you would get a sugar crash. Bruce decided to get you a juice box which received a “fank you”, causing a round of “aws” from everyone at the table. “She has such good manners!” Wanda smiled, making your daddies even more proud of you than they already were.

As everyone continued to eat and have their usual discussions you seemed to be on your best behaviour, not making a single fuss as you were being fed. “Say ah” Steve told you as he lifted the spoon up to your mouth, which you accepted with a smile.

“One more” he continued as you took the last spoonful. “All done, good girl!” he praised before picking you up and placing you on his lap. Bucky leaned in from beside Steve to kiss your cheek. “Our good girl aren’t you? Daddy’s good girl? Yes you are” Bucky continued. Although they were being pretty quiet the team couldn’t help but notice the interaction, the sight warming everyone’s hearts. They truly had never seen Steve or Bucky so happy before in their lives.

After everyone was done eating they begged your daddies to stay to watch a movie. Back when the two were living in the tower the team would always watch a movie together on the weekends, and they all wanted to include you in the tradition.

Everyone had settled on the couches with bowls of popcorn while Tony put on the movie. You were sat between Steve and Natasha, feeling much more comfortable around the redhead than you were when you first arrived. In fact, when Steve had left to get more popcorn he walked back to see you sitting on Nat’s lap, the two of you still focused on the tv screen. He smiled to himself before sitting back down.

Towards the middle of the movie Bucky caught you trying to suck your thumb, a habit you had when you were tired and it was getting closer to your bedtime. He grabbed your paci out of your backpack and discreetly walked over to you and Nat, trying not to disrupt the movie for anyone. He then took your thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with the pacifier before you could whine. When he was sure you had accepted it he gave you a kiss on your cheek before going back to his seat across the room. Unknown to the both of you, everyone had been watching the interaction and only fell more in love with how precious you looked.

By the time the movie finished you had fallen asleep in Nat’s lap, although she didn’t mind at all. When Bucky picked you up out of her arms to go home she immediately wished she could pull you back in for the warmth and comfort that came from holding you.

Your daddies had started to say their goodbye’s to the team and thanked Tony for the dinner as they walked towards the exit. Steve followed behind you and Bucky with his arms full of stuffie’s and your pink backpack with kittens on it strapped over his single shoulder. Sam and Clint may or may not have sneaked at least 20 pictures of the sight.

As they were about to leave the door you woke up a little and started babbling in your daddy’s arms. “We’re leaving angel say bye bye” Bucky turned so that you were facing the team.

You sleepily waved at the group that were standing by the door before mumbling a faint “bye bye”. They all chuckled at you while waving back and saying their own farewells.

Even after you left everyone had big smiles on their faces, thinking about how much they already loved you.

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[bees-safespace]

this user loves cuddling stuffies under warm blankies in a cold room with a disney/pixar movie playing a sippy cup eating snackies while wearing a onesie

[fictosexualagere]

Waking up to Sam and Dean not being there.

Reader age: 2-5

KINK, GORE, 18+ DNI SFW AGERE ONLY

YOUR POV

You woke up only to find your daddies gone. You rub the sleep from your eyes, frantically searching around the room. It looked like stuff was thrown around, like they’d gone in a hurry.

You figured they had to go to a mission last minute, but they didn’t even leave a note or anything. You felt your big self slipping from you, your little self replacing you.

You sat back down on the bed, grabbing your stuffie and pulling it close to your chest as you began to cry. You felt hungry, thirsty, and homesick of your daddies.

You eventually fell asleep again, only to wake up to someone gently rubbing your back.

“Hey sweetheart, wake up. Daddy’s here,” Dean cooed, pulling you into his chest as you hugged him.

“Daddy—you left…” You said, looking around for Sam to see him coming up and grabbing your hand.

“We’re so sorry princess, we didn’t know we were going to be gone as long as we were. Shhh, daddy’s here,” Sam spoke softly, getting Dean to pass you over to him.

“Dove, how about I make you some breakfast?” Dean asked, ruffling your hair. You giggled into Sam’s shoulder, nodding as your stomach growled.

“Pwease don’t leave me alone again like that…” you begged, playing with Sam’s long fingers as Dean paused from making breakfast to come over to you.

“Sweetie, look at me. We promise we will never do that again, okay honey?”

“We’ll leave a note or wake you up before we leave. Pinky promise,” Sam said, holding out his pinky for you to pinky promise him. You smiled softly, putting your tiny pinky on his.

Sam picked you up, throwing you on his hip. “Let’s go watch daddy cook breakfast, Angel.”

[fictosexualagere]

It’s Okay, Sweetheart

Summary: You keep getting pulled out of your regression because of period cramps. When Steve gets home, he helps you through it and it ends up being okay.

Word Count: Over 1k

TW: Female bodied!reader, periods, blood, struggling to regress, reader cusses once when big and frustrated

YOUR POV

You hated your periods. You were sure that every girl did, but you hated them for a different reason than most. These days you age regressed nearly every day. It became part of you and Steve’s routine. It helped you so much to do so, and he adored taking care of you.

So there you sat, curled up in a ball on the bed, hands over your tummy as you internally were angry. Not only because you couldn’t stay regressed, but because you’d gotten blood on the crisp white sheets. You must had lost track of time, because you heard the key turn the door.

“Sweetie, daddy’s home now,” you heard him call. “Baby, where are you?”

You responded with a groan, to which you heard Steve run into your shared room. He was at your side immediately, a hand on your back.

“Hey hey hey, princess what’s wrong—oh.” You saw him looking at the blood stained on the sheets, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

“Dove, I’m so sorry. I must have lost track of your cycle,” he pulls you into his chest, his warm palm making contact with your lower tummy. “Daddy’s here now, baby. It’s alright,” he cooed, shushing you when you started to whine. “Did you take your medicine?”

You shook your head ‘no’, causing Steve to shake his own.

“Honey bun, we talked about this. I don’t want you sitting in pain all day waiting for me to get your medicine,” he said gently.

“But d-daddy I can’t get it on my own when I’m small…” You felt tears fill up in your eyes. Now he was mad at you. Of course he really wasn’t, but you were overly emotional and sensitive.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s alright. I know, princess. It’s hard to do big girl things when you’re so small. Daddy will get it for you know,” he moved to get up, causing you to grab his shirt so he didn’t leave you. “I’m taking you with me, dove. I’m not leaving you here alone, don’t worry,” he reassured, picking you up and placing you on his hip as he carried you to the bathroom to get the meds.

He got one tablet out, grabbing your sippy cup filled with apple juice from earlier.

“I know it’s hard to swallow pills, but daddy’s right here. You can do it, sweetie,” he placed the pill on your tongue, helping you with your sippy cup as you swallowed it. “Good job, honey. You did so good for me. Now those mean old cramps are gonna go away, yeah?” He carried you back to the bed, sitting you down between his legs so he could keep his warm palms on your tummy, gently massaging you. You started to cry suddenly, causing Steve to turn you around.

“Hey—what’s the matter baby? What’s wrong?”

“It’s so fucking hard to be little, I can’t do it like this. I hate being an adult. I hate it I hate it I—“

“Y/N, look at me,” he held your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs. “I know how hard this is for you. Your pain meds haven’t kicked in yet, so you’re still feeling the brute of it. But listen, beautiful. It’s going to kick in soon, and I’ll be right here as daddy to take care of my baby, hmm?” He bopped your nose with the tip of his pointer finger, making you giggle through your sobs. You nodded, collapsing against his chest as he rubbed your lower back, gently rocking you.

After about twenty more minutes, your cramps were finally gone. You looked up at Steve, and he looked back at you.

“There’s my baby,” he peppered kisses all over your hands, making you giggle.

“Daddy!!” You laughed.

“What, dove? Are you hungry? Want dino nuggies?” He asked, quirking a brow. He knew your weakness. Your eyes opened wide excitedly.

“Yay! Yes daddy! But…”

“But what, my little princess?”

“Can I hab chocolate milkie too pwease?” You asked shyly. Steve’s heart melted.

“Of course you can, baby. But, you have to eat your veggies too. They will make you big and strong like daddy!” He tried to find a way to encourage you, but you just made a face.

“Now now, be good,” he shot you a look that said ‘behave’ and you backed off. He smiled at you, putting you on his hip as you walked to the kitchen.

“Here dove, I’ll put on my little pony for you while I make your dinner,” he smiled, putting it on as you sat on the floor, playing with your Twilight Sparkle toy.

“Yay! Fank you daddy!” You exclaimed.

“You’re welcome, honey bun. Good job with your manners, too.”

A few minutes later, your dinner was ready. Steve put it on your hello kitty kids plate, along with the matching spork.

“Eat up, baby doll. *And* that includes your veggies.” He said, patting you on the head gently as you stared at the peas. You decided to bite those down first, cleaning your plate and eating the rest. He got out your chocolate milk, putting it in your sippy cup for you.

“S’yummy, thank u daddyyy!! I wuv you!” You hugged him. He chuckled, making you confused as he got a napkin and wiped off your upper lip.

“I love you too, baby. You and your chocolate milk mustache,” you blushed, wiping your lip with your arm for good measure.

When you finished up your dinner, you yawned.

“Uh oh, does my baby need a nap?” He picked you up. “You’ve had a hard day, pumpkin. Let’s take a nap.” He made way to your room, setting you down on the bed and giving you your stuffie.

“Daddy don leave me!” You screamed, panicking.

“Princess I’m not, I’m going to the other side of the bed. Don’t worry,” he sat down, pulling you into his arms. “Daddy’s not going anywhere. I’m here, sweetie pie. Now, get some sleep. Daddy loves you very much.”

You smiled, drifting off and having pleasant dreams while your daddy held you. Sure, periods sucked, but you could always count on Steve to make it better.

[fictosexualagere]

cg!Stucky headcannon

Bucky is the type to ruffle your hair and mess it all up on purpose, only for Steve to give him a disapproving look. He’d kneel down in front of you, fixing your hair back to normal and finishing with a kiss atop your head. Basically Bucky is the chaotic daddy hehe

[asmolpichu]

[posting while Big]

hey if you're 18 years or older, a SFW age regressor, and looking for friends, could you give this a like or reblog? (but please don't interact if your blog is kink, even if SFW)

I've been feeling pretty lonely, what with how many agere communities have an age limit of 18 or 25

[angelbaby-fics]

Stucky x little!reader -

Where reader is having a bad mental day and is having a hard time going into little space. So, her daddies notice when she doesn't get up at her usual time. They go talk to reader and comfort her into little space so they can take care of her and be there for her.

Rough Day

Word Count: 1080

Pairing: CG!Stucky x Little!Reader

A/N: Hello!! Thank you so much for these requests! I hope you guys don't mind that I combined these two but I felt they could be worked into the same story. Warnings for self hatred and also my first time writing any sort of big!reader!! This is definitely the angstiest thing I've ever written so be warned, and all that said enjoy!! 💕

On a good day, you woke up with the sun, smiling as you skipped out of your bedroom to the breakfast table. On a bad day, you rolled out of bed at 11am, rubbing your eyes tiredly. But 11am passed, and so did noon, and still you hadn’t emerged from your bedroom to start the day. Bucky’s watch beeped, alerting the two men in the room that it was now one in the afternoon. Steve looked up from his book.

“That’s it, I’m going in there. Something’s wrong, I can feel it.” He said, putting his book down and standing up from his chair.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked. “We did have a pretty late night last night. What if she’s just sleeping?” “No, listen. Can’t you feel that?” Steve inquired, holding a hand out to Bucky as a signal to pay attention.

He was right, of course. Their super soldier senses were heightened enough that both the men could tell that the energy in your room was off. It was almost as if they could see a dark cloud floating over your bed. They both walked towards your bedroom door, knocking once they reached it. No response.

“Babydoll, are you alright in there?” Bucky asked, hoping the concern he felt for you wasn’t too obvious in his voice.

When you didn’t answer once again, Steve and Bucky looked at each other and nodded before opening the door. There they saw you, or rather the top of your head poking up out of the blankets. All your stuffies had been pushed to the very edge of the bed, your pacifier was on the floor, and your noise machine had long been unplugged. All these signs were evidence to the fact that despite being put to bed little, you’d become big at some point during the night. This rarely happened, if ever, and the boys didn’t exactly have a gameplan for it, so they had to improvise. Not wanting to patronize you and risk worsening your apparent bad mood, Bucky adjusted the way he spoke to you, still gentle.

“Hey honey, wake up.” He whispered, softly petting your hair as Steve walked over and picked up the paci, taking it to the kitchen to clean it.

“I’m awake.” You whispered back, slight annoyance in your voice but mostly exhaustion.

“It’s one in the afternoon.” Bucky informed you.

“Is that all you came to tell me?”

“Doll, what’s wrong? Do you want me to bring you anything? Coffee? Aspirin? My undying love?” He joked, and when you didn’t laugh, he quickly added: “Just kidding, you have that all the time.”

“Just go away.” You moaned.

“Darling, please, I just wanna know what’s wrong so I can make it better.” “You can’t make it better, it has nothing to do with you.” “What does that mean, doll, who hurt you?” Bucky asked quickly, his muscles tensing. Steve sensed this and came hurrying back to your room in time for you to answer.

“Nobody’s hurting me… except myself” You replied, whispering the last part.

Steve’s eyes widened.

“Baby, what do you mean?” He asked, the worry dripping from his voice. You buried yourself deeper into the blankets, escaping Bucky’s touch.

“I hate myself!” You cried, your words muffled by the comforter. “You deserve a better baby than me.”

Both men gasped, Steve hurrying to your side and the two of them desperately trying to console you while still letting you have the privacy of your blankets. The weight and warmth of their strong hands through the bedding nearly comforted you, nearly made you feel safe and secure again, but your brain wouldn’t let you.

“That's not true, my darling, I promise it's not true.” Bucky reassured you, but your mind still resisted.

“Yes it is! You go out and save the world and I just sit at home and act like a baby. You fight bad guys all day and instead of getting to relax when you come home, I make you take care of me. Its stupid. I’m stupid! You deserve better.” You sobbed out, your words shattering both men’s hearts into hundreds of pieces.

“Honey, that's just not true.” Bucky said. “You’ve never made us take care of you, we want to. It’s all we ever want to do.”

Your head moved, letting your teary eyes just barely peek out over the top of the blankets.

“You do?” You asked, your breath still ragged from sobs.

“Listen to me, love.” Steve said, sternly but gently. “You don’t act like a baby, you’re our baby. And you don’t ever have to make yourself be anything else.” “Absolutely, doll.” Bucky said. “If you wanna be big, we’ll love you big. And when you’re ready to be small again, we’ll be waiting to take the best care of you that we possibly can. Because we love you, baby.”

“So, so much!” Steve added.

You thought for a moment, absorbing their words as you regulated your breathing. Your mind let go of its stubborn hold on your emotions and let the two men’s love poor in. You looked at them with wide eyes, already coming back to your senses as the doubt and hatred began to slowly dissolve and you took account of everything around you. Your bed was huge and soft and warm, your room decorated with anything and everything you could want, whether you’d verbally asked for it or just hinted that you were interested. But all that considered, it didn’t even matter to you. Only the two men at your side, desperately holding onto your hands and gazing into your eyes, were what your heart needed to be happy. Finally, you answered.

“I love you too, papa. I love you too baba. So, so much.” You said softly, finally letting yourself take comfort in your regression again.

“That's a good girl. Here, you want this baby?” Steve asked, offering up your pacifier. Your eyes widened and you nodded as he popped it into your mouth.

“Now how about we get you some breakfast and we go watch some tv? Anything you want!” Bucky offered, and you nodded again, reaching your arms out for him to carry you out of bed and into the living room as Steve followed behind. Bucky’s right arm traced patterns up and down your back as the last bits of angst finally dissipated from your mind. You were safe in your daddies’s love, this you were now sure of.

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[fictosexualagere]

your f/o cg that’s clingy and constantly has you at their hip. “stay with daddy, dove. he wants to give you lots of hugs and kisses.”