Our Sweet Bunny
Pairing: WandaNat x Little!DM1!Fem!Reader
Summary: After a tiring week in college, you allow yourself to be taken care of by Wanda and Tasha.
CW: 18+, Age regression, Non-sexual age regression, caregiver & little dynamics, Pacifier use, Breastfeeding, nursing (non-sexual), reader has type 1 diabetes.
!English isn’t my first language!
Studying technology had never been something she wanted as a child, always dreaming of becoming a doctor or veterinarian, or even an actress during her teenage years. So, when she identified with the college a year after finishing high school, she was surprised to find that she actually liked it.
But she hated exam week. With so many codes to test and projects to submit, she often neglected her own well-being, and especially her little side. Wanda and Natasha frequently sent reminders for her to drink water and check her blood sugar, which was often low due to rushing her meals.
When Friday evening finally arrived, her head was pounding and her back begged for a soft mattress as she entered the house, which carried a gentle aroma of cake and soup. Oh, how she loved that smell of Wanda’s cooking.
Her soft, timid steps caught the couple’s attention in the kitchen, who stopped talking as soon as they saw her entering.
— Hey, little bunny. How was class today? — Wanda asked, already rising from the vintage wooden chair, approaching with that cozy look that made her melt. — You didn’t reply to our messages this afternoon. Did something happen?
She blinked quickly, her vision slightly blurred with tears at all the attention from her mommy. She felt so small and tired.
— Oh, no, sweetheart… don’t cry. — Wanda cooed, pulling her trembling, exhausted body into her arms, rocking her gently. — Your little head must be so confused and tired, isn’t it, little bunny?
They stayed like that for a few minutes, just long enough for her to calm down and feel that she was finally home, safe in her mommy’s arms.
— How about mama helps you with your bath while I prepare the room for a movie night, hmm? — Wanda murmured, looking at Natasha, who quietly observed from the table, her fingers holding the coffee cup.
Natasha was always present in a quieter way than Wanda; she was the link to turn to when throwing a tantrum or when she wanted to be protected from something or someone. Often during nightmares or bad thoughts, she would be gently cradled in Natasha’s strong arms while hearing her hum softly in Russian.
She nodded timidly, still feeling that lingering exhaustion even in the comfort of Wanda’s arms. The crying began to fade, replaced by a soft sigh, almost of relief. Natasha then stood, carefully placing the coffee cup on the table, and approached with a side smile, extending a hand for her to hold.
— Come on, little one, mama will help you. I promise it’ll be quick and fun, — said Natasha, with that firm yet gentle voice that always balanced discipline and comfort perfectly.
They walked together to the bedroom bathroom, her little hands gripping Natasha’s arm, feeling smaller with each step. The room was warm, fresh towels hung and soft, smelling faintly of lavender. Natasha started filling the bathtub with warm water, carefully adjusting the temperature.
— Look, little bunny, warm water for you to relax… — Natasha said, smiling as she guided her carefully into the bubble-filled tub.
Meanwhile, Wanda left the kitchen carrying a tray with soup and slices of soft cake, planning what they would do for “movie night.” She made sure everything was safe for her diabetes, carefully counting carbohydrates and insulin doses.
In the bathroom, she allowed herself to relax and surrender to her little side. The warmth of the water mixed with Natasha’s care, making the bath feel almost magical. Natasha gently washed her soft hair, softly humming what sounded like a Russian lullaby.
— Are you enjoying this, detka? — Natasha asked, carefully drying her face. — Mama and mommy are here just for you.
After the bath, Natasha wrapped her in a fluffy towel and carried her to the bedroom, where Wanda had already prepared the bed with extra pillows and a cozy blanket. She curled up among the sheets, babbling softly in deep relaxation, watching Natasha approach with fresh pajamas and the changing items.
— Let’s put on a nice warm pajama, little bunny? — Natasha asked after carefully adjusting the pull-up.
Once she was ready, Wanda placed the tray with small portions of warm soup and soft cake in her lap, carefully arranged so she could eat slowly.
— Here you go, little bunny. Mommy made this just for you, — Wanda said, sitting beside her on the bed. — Let’s go slowly, okay?
She began eating, savoring the familiar, comforting flavors she would miss during the busy exam week. The warm soup slid down her throat, relaxing her exhausted body. The soft cake melted in her mouth, and each bite seemed to calm her pounding head even more. The warmth of the food and the safe environment made her body feel heavier, and, without noticing, her eyes began closing for brief moments with each spoonful.
— Hey, little one… — Wanda murmured, noticing her sleepiness. — You haven’t nursed yet. We need to do that before bedtime, or you won’t have enough energy, okay?
Even with exhaustion pulling her toward sleep, Wanda held her in her arms, resting her head against her chest, carefully guiding the nipple to her slightly parted lips. The comforting sensation and sweet taste of milk made her eyes close completely, her tiny fingers clutching Wanda’s pajama strap with each suckle. The soft sucking sounds filled the room warmly.
— Here, detka. This will be more comfortable. — Natasha whispered softly so as not to disturb her, settling behind Wanda to support her body.
Soon, she fell asleep mid-nursing, completely relaxing in her mommy’s arms. Natasha, after a few minutes, quietly and attentively picked up the glucose meter, carefully checking her blood sugar while she slept.
— It’s okay, little one, everything’s under control, — she whispered to herself with a calm smile. — She’ll just need a small dose of insulin.
After confirming that her glucose was within the expected range, she gently administered the prepared insulin dose, ensuring she would remain safe through the night.
Wanda continued to cradle her softly, letting the rhythm of her breathing and the warmth of her arms guide her into deep sleep. Natasha, satisfied with the measurement and safe insulin administration, settled beside them, ready to intervene if necessary, knowing that in that moment, she was completely protected and cared for.
