pairing: caregiver!dada!clark kent x age regressor!reader
summary: clark has to convince you to let him baby you
content warnings: usage of the pet name "baby" but outside of regression. usage of "dada" in regression.
word count: 0.881k
author's note: this baby sucked on a paci while writing this lol
enjoy <3
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clark liked to buy you things. i mean like... a lot of things. he came home with a giant stuffed gorilla... and a humongous stuffed bear. where did he get those? it was his way of spoiling you, whether you were feeling little or not.
he loved when you felt tiny. taking care of you was his greatest blessing. but sometimes you wouldn't let him.
"not now, clark."
"i've got important things to do, babe."
"clark, i just can't right now. not right now."
and honestly... it hurt him. he wanted to be there for you. once you're regressed, he knows how much it heals you. if only you would just let him help but he had an idea.
after his shift at the daily planet, he went straight to the store, and right down the baby aisle. he grabbed you some new blankets and teethers, some bottles, too. he also went down the toy aisle and grabbed items of your latest obsession, as well as some shaky toys to stim with. he couldn't help himself, as he also grabbed a new stuffie friend for you. once he decided he was all set, he went straight to your place.
"oh, darling!" he shouted as he entered the front door to your apartment.
no response.
clark furrowed his brows and walked further in. he sighed when he saw you hunched over at your desk. you sat in living room writing rigorously on a notepad while a bright screen illuminated you. he said your name softly, trying to get your attention but also trying not to spook you.
"hey, clark." you muttered under your breath.
"how long have you been working on that?"
"um, i mean i don't know. it feels like it's been all..." your words dropped as you looked up and realized the sun was setting. "...day." you shook your head. "doesn't matter. i have to get this done."
"well," clark started. "i brought you something."
"oh? thank you clark, um, i'll look at it later." you didn't look up at him. too focused on the work in front of you. there were emails to answer, projects to finish, calls to make- you threw your pen down on your desk when a sudden pain shot up your arm. you groaned, "oh my god, not again!"
clark rushed over to your side. "what do you need, baby, what do you need?"
"i don' know, i don't-" another pang shot through your fingertips.
"you need to stop and take a rest. c'mon..."
"i can't, clark, i can't- i need to do this-"
"darling, love, my sweetheart, listen to me." he gently caressed your chin, turning you to face him. "this can wait. i promise it can wait. you're way ahead of your deadlines." you started to speak when clark put his finger on your lips to shush you. "how do i know that? well, i checked your calendar, you leave it wide open on your desk." he snickered to himself. "i'm a reporter, it's in my nature but that's not the point."
you huffed, a small smile crept from your lips.
"close your eyes, little one."
you listened.
"let me take care of you." he began to shuffle away. "i bought you some things." when he came back, he set the gifts by your feet and knelt down by the chair on which you sat.
"open your eyes." he said with a grin.
"oh, clark, you got me baby things!" you bent down to gather as much of the items as you could into your arms. "chewy things and blankets, oh and a new stuffie thank you thank you!" you dropped all the stuff and threw your body into his, wrapping your arms around his neck. you both plummeted to the ground but clark made sure to lighten the fall. you and him giggled and giggled as you laid on the floor happy as can be.
this is how he liked you. happy and soft and stress free, not worrying about bills or taxes or work. just being his little baby.
"do you wanna play with your new toys?"
"yeah i do, let's go, let's go!" you quickly sat up and grabbed his hand in an attempt to pull him up.
you and clark went to the linens closet and grabbed literally all of the blankets and sheets. clark grabbed most of it from you after seeing how absolutely buried you were, silly baby.
you clipped blankets here and a sheet there and put pillows this way and that. eventually a magical, cozy fort was created. before you could blink, clark had come back from your bedroom with your paci and a sippy all ready to go.
"thank you, dada." you grinned up at him.
clark looked at you as if you were the heavens and the earth because you know what, you were. you were his heaven, his light, his joy. and you just called him dada for the first time... oh how his heart bursted. he scooped you up and cradled you in his arms.
"dada, what are you doing?" you questioned but laughed nonetheless.
"what? i can't hold my baby? so silly, you're so silly." he covered your face in loads of kissies.
🦇 It took Bruce nearly a year to actually fess up to Clark about “this stupid thing that helps me sleep sometimes” (even though it does more thank just that), and then another good few months for him to actually regress even a tiny bit in front of him.
It was a late night after a rough mission, and Bruce had changed into a soft sweater Clark rarely saw. He’d pulled a cozy blanket over his lap and sat down next to him on the couch, avoiding eye contact. After a little of Clark just trying not to move too much while he turned the pages of his book, he let himself smile when he felt Bruce shift and lean gingerly on his side.
🍓 Bruce has a favorite mug for his hot cocoa, and heaven forbid it’s dirty. Getting him comfortable is hard enough, Clark’s had too many close calls speeding to wash his mug before the little realizes it’s dirty.
“Okay, hot cocoa coming up,” Clark smiled cheerfully to Bruce, who’s sitting at the table with a very nervous look. Turning to the open cabinet, he shot up onto his tippy toes to hide the missing mug as soon as he realized it was missing, shutting it before rushing over to the sink and slouching, still trying to hide everything. He turned back slightly, looking at Bruce with a convincing grin as he scrubbed at the mug. “Just washing myself a cup! Don’t worry, B.”
🖤 Clark can never get enough of how peaceful Bruce is when he finally just lets go, it’s one of his favorite things— and it sometimes makes him feel accomplished at being the person Bruce trusts with it.
Clark’s hand carded gently through Bruce’s hair as the other slept— soundly for the first time in a while— against his chest. Bruce was all bundled up in blankets, a little bat stuffed animal left at Clark’s side where it had been discarded in favor of Bruce curling his arms up in front of him.
🦕 On occasion when Bruce actually has the courage to play, Clark will quietly— VERY quietly— just let him do his own thing.
When Clark noticed the appearance of a little Lego man on the table while he cooked dinner, he paid careful attention to not mention it. He waited patiently until four more popped up- one by one- as if Bruce was afraid they’d be taken from him. Then, after dinner was done and they’d put away their leftovers, he carefully placed Bruce’s small tub of legos on the table with a gentle smile, telling him with his eyes, ‘you’re safe here.’
♟️There is ONE little “game” Clark is always welcome to play with Bruce, and it consists of either him requesting features for a lego house and praising Bruce— not too excessively— when he builds them, OR the two of them working together to make the perfect castle for a little stuffed animal or lego character
“Uhm, he said he wants red blocks, not white.” Bruce mutters quietly, pointing to Clark, who had stopped in his tracks helping build up a wall of the house. He looked down at the 2 by 4 he’d just snapped into place, gasping a little. “My goodness, I didn’t even realize I grabbed that! Great catch, B.” And Bruce just nodded, handing over a neatly sorted pile of blue for the roof. “Mhm.”
🐞 Bruce is probably one of the most anxious, easily overwhelmed little guys you’ll ever meet. Burnt toast? Clark’s switching it out for his perfect one. Blanket in the wash? Oh you bet Bruce is crying quietly while he and clark sit by the washing machine, watching it to make sure it’s safe over a snack. Lights are buzzing weird? Every last one of them is turned off in minutes.
“Bruce, buddy, I’m really sorry your blanket’s in the wash, it’s really my bad. Look— see this little number here? That’s how many minutes it’s gonna be washing for, and then it has to dry too. We can sit and watch it for a little, that’s okay, I know you’re upset.”
💕 I had this in my drafts for so long trying to add more but then I was like bro it’s fine they’re long so now I’m posting them 😭
OMG I HAD ONE OF THEM LIKED HAHA I didnt even notice,, ive loved your moodboards ugh!! Would you make a Clark moodboard with girl reg themes please n ty!! Or or movie themes too? – @superrpawz
GIRL DAD CLARK MOODBOARD ^o^
thank you for the ask 🥹 okay i tried this it actually turned out really cute.. i might actually do girl dad bruce/batman or boy dad clark next this inspired me im concepting right now
also listen to matilda by harry styles that song highkey fits perfectly
Lois and Clark taking care of a padded regressor and whenever they need to be cleaned, Lois just taps his shoulder. “Now that is a job for Superman.” And then misses his chew and walks off. She does this every time.
Is this anything. Am i cooking.
This is absolutely hilarious.. Lois is so funny for this 😭
