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agerefandomstuff · 2 months

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Could you maybe write some HCs about being Homelander's wife and giving him his milk and paci after he's been venting like hell and having a rough day? Bonus if reader's pregnant. 💕 Thank you in advance 💕

Regressor!Homelander and Pregnant CG!Reader Headcannons

-Homelander has a lot of rough days being America’s number one hero and now Vought’s self-elected leader.

-everything he tells the remaining Seven members to do they somehow always messed it up, leaving him to clean up the mess, save his reputation, and overall wishing he would’ve just done it himself the first time!

-You had heard him rant about this a hundred times before you’re sure of it.

-But you listen every time, knowing sometimes all he needed was someone to listen to him without trying to “undermine him”(as he might put it) by solving the problem or telling him he wasn’t allowed to complain or something.

-you are his safe space.

-although you’d also been through this enough times to know that if he went on too long he was going to only rile himself up until he hit his breaking point and threw a tantrum.

-And Homelander’s tantrums…. They were deadly to say the least.

-so while he continued to rant you warmed up a bottle of your milk and nabbed a pacifier. (The day you started lactating he had about combusted from pure unbridled baby excitement and decided he wouldn’t accept any other kind of milk.)

-bringing them back, you took his hand and led him towards the couch. He follows you without hesitation, continuing to talk too busy to notice your plans despite how many times you two have been through this.

-but once you sat him down over your lap he trailed off his rant, getting comfortable with you.

-“you want your bottle, baby?” You ask him, settling his anger down near instantly. only mild baby frustration left. But you knew even that wouldn’t last.

-He’ll nod and murmur a little like he’s embarrassed but you know he’s always craving your attention and mothering.

-You could make him regress anywhere anytime with the most bare minimum actions. A little “baby boy” here, a pacifier there, and his stress was practically gone. Placed on the back burner of his mind for another time.

-you bring the bottle to his lips and he rests his hand on your belly as he latches on, chugging the best he can out of the rubber nipple.

-He always tried to drink fast at first especially when he regressed after being angry. He would chug hard like he was trying to take his anger out on the rubber. As if it had been the reason he spent the whole evening venting.

-But as his mommy’s/caregiver’s warm milk flooded into his belly while the baby pressed against his hand, he couldn’t find it in himself to stay upset. He never could.

-he’ll lean his cheek onto your shoulder and look down at your belly.

-He loves to feel the baby moving and watching it with his xray vision when he was little.

-it was endearing and a bit entertaining how curious he would get. Sometimes he would just lay on his stomach in front of your belly like it was his favorite cartoon, just watching, giggling softly, and asking you or the baby questions.

-after a few moments watching, you whisper soft praises to him making him melt even further against you. He closes his eyes finally and his suckling slows down to make the last amount of milk last a few minutes longer.

-once he’s finished you tug the bottle from his lips, despite his protesting whimpers, and replace it with his pacifier.

-he settles back down and resumes the suckling actions with the pacifier.

-The act was soothing and incredibly comforting to him but he would probably never admit it out loud.

-Just like he would probably never admit how much he relied on you.

Thanks for the request! I added bonus pictures/edits bc…. I’m weak. I had to. I love baby Homelander.

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kitty-agere-fics · 5 months

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Pinkie Promise

Little!Taehyun, CG!Reader

I proofread stuff for once😊😊

You were at home with Taehyun and Kai. Both had woken up that morning in littlespace. Normally, you were Taehyun's caregiver and only Taehyun's. However, the older three members of TXT had full schedules today and were unable to help take care of Kai, so you had offered to help out. After a few hours, you had noticed that Taehyun kept giving Kai dirty looks.

You go up behing Taehyun and quietly whisper in his ear. "You need to be nice, Baby. Don't give Kai mean looks, okay?" Taehyun pouts, but nods. he smiles slightly at the attention from you.

The rest of the day continued similarly. Taehyun would act up enough to get your attention, but never enough to actually break any rules and get in trouble. Any attention that you gave Kai resulted in pouting from Taehyun.

when the others got home, Beomgyu and Soobin go to play with the two littles. Yeonjun sits next to you. "Was he good?"

"Kai was" you sigh, "Taehyun…" you shake your head.

"What did he do?" Yeonjun seems amused.

"He wasn't breaking rules or anything…he was just…it was just strange…" you frown slightly and get up from the couch, going over to Taehyun, who is now playing alone.

"Baby? I need you to come talk to me for a bit, okay?"

Taehyun's eyes light up. "okay Y/N-ie!" he smiles and makes grabby hands to be picked up.

You pick him up and take him into your room. You set him on the bed and sit next to him. You've barely sat down when he latches onto you. "Why are you acting like this Tyunnie? You've been pouting and acting out all day. Why?"

Taehyun pouts "Y/N-ie meanie. Y/N-ie give Kai attention. Y/N-ie love Kai more than me." he sniffles and you can tell he's about to cry.

"Oh, Taehyunnie, Baby. No, no, no. That's not true, Baby." you pull Taehyun into your lap and cuddle him close. "Baby I love you so, so much. I love you more than anything in the world. I was just helping watch Kai so hyungies could work. Just like how they watch you so I can go to work. I promise I still love you. I promise that I love you the most, my precious baby." you kiss Taehyun on the forehead and stroke his hair.

"Y/N-ie pinkie promise?"

"yeah, Baby. Y/N-ie pinkie promises."

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lover-i-lover · 9 months

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Little Spencer

You know something is wrong when Spencer calls you from a damn payphone. Your first thought is obvious, did he shoot op? And if so, where in all of hell is he. "Can you come get me?" his voice is shaky, with a small hint of desperation "Are you high Spence?" you blurt out, sticking a hand on your hip for stability. "What? no, no I'm not high" you expected him to sound offended, not sad and small. He doesn't ask the question again. "Where are you?" you ask, grabbing your keys off the counter. "Main, down on Ashely, by Reliy's cafe" He gulp's. "I'll come get you, but you better tell me what's going on right know" You demand, slipping on your shoes.

"I, I need you" "What?" You struggle to put your coat on with one arm. He needs you, what does that mean "I, need. I'm feel sm-tired. I just need to be home right now" He stammers. Small, he almost said small. Oh god it's really happening. He's regressing. Just like the therapist suggested he should try to. "Small? Are you feeling small honey?" you ask, trying to hide a smile. "Yes, a little. Will you please come get me?" It's the closest he can get to begging in public without getting some damn sassy side eye. You close the door and slide the key in. "I will, one little thing first. Why are you calling from a payphone and not your cellphone?" You ask, enjoying your own word play. You hurry down the stairs. There's a small noise over the line. A whimper. "It's dead" he admits. "Okay, is the team with you?" You ask, unlocking the car and switching the call to your ear piece and tossing your phone in the glove compartment. "Yes" "I need you to stay with them, i don't want you wandering off and getting hurt. Can you find Morgan?"

"Mogan's not here, he's with Rossi" He says. "Who is there? Who can keep an eye on you until i get there?" You ask, turning out from your housing block. It's a short drive, luckly. Only 6 minutes to get to Ashely down on main. You hope Specer is okay "I don't need a babysitter" He grumbles, most likely crossig his arms. "If you need me to get you, then you might need a babysitter. Now tell me who's there" You demand, turning down the street. "Garcia, and JJ" He says, mostly certainly pouting slightly at this point. "Then go ask Garcia for a hug. Tell her you don't feel well and that I've asked her to keep an eye on you until i get there. Tell her I'm worried sick about you and I'm breaking every traffic law to come get you" You instructs, turning down the last street, only 3 minutes now. There's a giggly excitement in your stomach. Spencer's doing what the therapist told him too, he's finally letting the therapy have effect. "Okay, she's in the store I'm gonna go" Spencer mumbles. "Good, I'll be there in 3 , stay with Pen" You say right before the line cuts out. You heave a sigh of happiness, stepping firmly on the gas.

You park right by the payphone, finding Spencer and Penelope sitting on a bench outside. Spencer's dressed the same way he was yesterday, purple button op with a dark grey vest over it and dark blue jeans. Penelope is of course, fussing over him, asking why he didn't say something sooner. You open your arms for him and he melts into your hold. You give Penelope a thank you, nod before taking Spencer to the car. While you knew he wasn't going to be publicly showing off the fact that he's feeling small, you thougt, or hoped he at least looked a little off. No pun intented. Spencer settles into the passager seat, something you've gotten use to. You squeeze his hand, trying to find some clue to his headspace. He doesn't say a word, only gently squeezing back. You smile, either he's too embarrsed to talk, or he can't. You lean over and buckle him in. "I'm gonna take you home now, okay?" You ask, letting your hand run over his knee for a breif second. "Okay..." he mumbles, voice light and bittle as he lays his folded hands in his lap. "Hey.." you coo, laying a hand over his. "It's okay, tell me what's going on" You ask, letting him pull one hand out from under yours. He curls his hand op his chest. "Are you cold Baby?" You ask. He shakes his head lightly, starting to pout. "What's wrong then?" you coax, powering op the car. Spencer whimpers and you chuckle. "I don't speak whimper code Baby boy" you tease. He whimpers again, wiggling his feet. You glance over, what's he really saying? "What? Baby the only thing i think you might want right now, is to suck your thumb, but i know you don't want that because you find it unsanity" You say, trying not to chuckle. He nods, and you let yourself chuckle as he blushes. "There's baby wipes in the glovebox, clean your fingers, carefully under your nails, then go ahead" You instruct, pulling your hand to yourself. You focus on the road as you hear Spencer open the glovebox and grabbing the packet of wipes. He picks out one and begins to clean his hands. Then he takes another one and cleans under his fingers nails. "Aw, look at you. So smart" You praise, rounding the corner. Spencer puts the wipes back, bitting his lower lip. You catch his look of hesitation. You take a moment to decide if you should press or let him comfort himself about it. "It's okay, no one's gonna see you. It's just you and me" You say, laying a hand on his knee. You hear him whine quietly as he slips his thumb into his mouth. You think it might be a good idea to get a pacifier. It's more satiny, easier to keep clean. And you'd have control of it, you can't take his thumb away, but a pacifier you could. You can force a pacifier into his mouth, his thumb? not so much.

Woah woah woah! you are way too far into undiscussed territory. Dial it back for a second. Pacifiers, undiscussed, no consent given. You're gonna have to ask about that. Forced headspace, undiscussed, no consent given yet. You're gonna have to ask about that too. Any forcing a pacifier or anything into his mouth, not discussed! You finally pull op in front of your appartment block. You glance over to find Spencer half asleep with his thumb firmly in his mouth. You hate to do it, but you reach over and gently take his thumb out from his mouth. He whines a bit but let's you pull it out. "You can continue when we're inside, okay? Because right now, we gotta get you home" You wipe his wet thumb on you shirt and unbuckle his seatbelt. He nods and you get out from the car. He follows you closely op to the appartment, mostly because he can't stray far from you cause you've got an arm around his waist. Which is not something you usualy do, but, you wanted to. You get into the appartment and the second the door is closed, Spencer's sucking his thumb again. You focus, very hard to not chuckle. Because that's wildly insensitive. But maybe that pacifier is a good idea. You brush a hand over his hair. "You doing okay there baby?" You ask sweetly, as you guide him to the couch. He nods and you pet his back gently. He lays down on the couch without much proment, his eyes only half open. It's strange sight, Dr. Spencer Reid laying on your shared couch while sucking his thumb.

For one, you never dreamed you would share a home. Never dreamed you'd get Spencer into therapy. Never dreamed of this. You lay a blanket over him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Hey, you okay there baby boy?" You knell down in front of him. He's not really reacting to you, so you stoke hos cheek. He leans into your touch. Maybe you should get him into some more comfortble clothes. He shakes his head a bit. "Should i get you into some comfy clothes? Would that help?" You ask, continuing to stoke his cheek. He nods slightly, slipping his thumb out from his mouth. You want to tell him to keep it in his mouth, but you don't wanna push. He wipes his thumb dry on his shirt. "Yeah? okay. What do you say to.......sweats and a hoodie?" You ask, moving your hand to stoke his hair instead. His eyes are still only half open as he shakes his head. "No, okay. What about sweats and a sweatshirt?" You coo, hoping you've struck right with the clothes. He nods, and looks down to his thumb. You smile. "I'll get that for you baby, you just relax and suck your thumb if you want" You encourage. He slips it back in his mouth and wiggles a bit to settle comfortable on the couch. You smile even wider and hurry off to find the promised clothes. Oh, he's relaxing, and he's actually letting you take care of him. This is good. Really good. You find dark grey sweatpants, a black tanktop, and a light grey sweatshirt.

You find Spencer asleep, so you rouse him a bit before helping him sit op. He's still sucking his thumb as you pull the vest off him. It makes it a bit more difficult, but you don't mind. The soft cotton of the vest is a bit worn out and thin in some places. He's wearing it to death. You pull his shirt op from his pants and get to work unbuttoning it. You hear the pop of Spencer pulling his thumb from his mouth. "Mama?" He mutters. "Yeah baby?" You manage to get out in a reasonably coherent voice, or so you hope. Mama. Oh god, you were not expecting that. In any way. This morning he didn't even wanna talk about anything relating to therapy. Now he's calling you Mama. You slide the shirt off his shoulders and down off his arms. "I'm thirsty" he confesses. "Okay" You almost choke. Thirsty. He's thirsty. "I'll get you drink in a minute, what do you want sweetie?" You ask, picking op the tank top and he raises his arms and helps you along with getting it on. You slip the sweatshirt over his head. He shrugs, he's never been good at remreber what's in the fridge. You almost say coffee, but that doesn't feel right. "Apple juice?" You suggest, unbuttoning his pants. He blushes and pulls your hands away. This throws you for a loop. He's okay with you taking your shirt off, but not his pants. You hold out the pants, raising an eyebrow. "Do you wanna you try do it yourself Baby?" You ask, wondering just why it's okay to see him without a shirt, but not okay to see him his boxers. It's not like it'd be the first time.

He takes them from you, nodding. "Okay, you can absolutely do it yourself. Did you want some apple juice?" You ask again, chancing the topic to drinks. He nods and you head to the kitchen. Both to get him that damn juice, and to let yourself have a mini break down. You draw in a deep breath, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter. Juice. Apple juice. You find an old plastic cup you used when you'd broken your wrist and weren't trusted with actual glass glasses. You listen for any rustling. Has he finished changing yet? You draw in another deep breath. Okay, give Spence some juice, then what? What do you do then? it's midday, it's not even close to dinner time. Is it just cuddle time with some Tv? Would that take him out of the headspace? Or would it help? Okay, breathe. Breathe. Give your baby the juice, and let him deicde what he wants to do. You go back to the living room. Surprised that Spencer's not there. "Spence? Baby boo?" You call, setting the juice down on the coffee table. You hear a giggle from under the couch. Oh my. "Oh no!" You cry. "Where's my baby?" You bend down and pick op his clothes and start to fold them. "Oh no, I've lost my little Spencer where could he be?" You lay his folded vest down on the couch. Spencer's clearly hiddning under there, but maybe it's fun. It's gotta be fun. You lay a folded shirt aside, then his folded op jeans. You huff, hands on your hips. "Oh my, where's Mama's baby?" You falsely cry out. Then, Spencer sticks his head out from under the couch, smiling. "Here Mama!" "Oh my, there you are, you scared me" You lean down and pinch his cheek gently. You want to pick him op. But you're not sure you can, or that you'd be allowed to. He looks os cute, so sweet. You reach down and decide to try. If you fail, it'll be a fun mistake.

Spence giggles and laches onto your neck. You get an arm op under his legs, and he wiggles his feet. You smile to yourself, you can total carry him. Even if it's the last thing you do. You lift him op and dump him on the couch. He laughs as he bounces on the couch and your heart melts. You hand him the juice and he grabs it. You settle next to Spencer, watching closely as he finishes the drink in seconds. "Thank you" He sets the empty glass aside. "Your welcome baby" You say. He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, and you just wait. Hoping he'd eventually talk. When you realize he won't, you really wish there was someone there to help you with this. "Do you wanna watch some Tv?" You ask, in a hopefully tone. Spencer begins to pout and shakes his head. "What do you wanna do Baby?" You ask, trying desperately to make him feel happy again. You just want him to feel safe. Spencer shrugs, and quite frankly, you panic. You want to be a good caregiver for him, a good Mama but you've got no clue what you're doing right now. "D-Do you wanna play?" You ask, shifting closer and laying an arm around his shoulders. He pouts properly, violently shaking his head. "Okay, I'm kinda lost here Baby boy, what do you want?" You ask again, gently tugging on him. He turns to you, pouting and almost in tears. Oh no, no no no. No tears. He climbs ono your lap and wraps his arms around your neck. "Hi, hi Baby" You try to not franticly rub his back and give yourself away but you kinda fail. "You're okay Baby" You coax, letting him wrap his legs around you. Spencer rests his head on in the crook of your neck. Is he tired? is that it? "Are you sleepy?" You ask, shifting him slightly.

He nods, and you sigh in relief, petting his back soothingly. "Okay" you say, trying to keep yourself from asking a million questions. Does he want to sleep in your lap? Does he want to lay in bed? Does he need you to cuddle him to sleep? Does he need to lay down on the couch? You're about half way through every posble question when you hear Spencer snorring on your shoulder. Oh, oh. Sleep. He's sleeping. You grab his phone, okay power nap. How long is a normal power nap. What did Spencer say? 10 to 20 minutes, right? Okay, um, 20 minutes. You set a timer. What can do in 20 minutes? Better yet, what can you do with a sleeping Spencer in your lap? You can't do much with a sleeping baby in your lap. Wil the alram wake you too? Yeah, yeah it wil. You close your eyes, you deseve a nap too. You close your eyes.

You wake to a slight tugging, there's no alram blarring. Did you sleep through it? "Mama?" It's Spencer. You blink a few times, trying to open your eyes. "Yeah?" You anwser, shifting and feeling the heavy weigt on you. He leans into your neck, snuggling close the way a cat would. You wrap your arms around him. "Wake op Mama" "I'm awake" You say, pulling his face from your neck and kissing him. "I'm awake Baby" You repeat, squzzing him. He squeals. "Did you have a good nap?" You ask, setting your feet firmly on the floor. He nods, smiling wildly. "Good, good. You hungry?" You get to your feet with Spencer in your arms. "Mama!" He squeals, wrappinng his legs irmly around you. "Mhmm, you hugry Baby?" you ask again, ignoing his squealing. "Ah, mhmm" he half bites into his lower lip. "Yeah, that makes sense it's almost dinner time. And i know exactly what do to make" You say, and you mean it. "I don't get a say?" Spencer half whines, wiggling n your hold. "No, a baby shouldn't have to worry about food. Mama's got it" You coo, setting him down on the kitchen island. Something about his eyes seem different. Maybe it's just the warm kitchen light but you swear his eyes seem more dark. Like you're said something you weren't suppose to. Or that you've said something you should have said hours ago. Which remains unknown as you grab the bag that's been waiting in the fridge since your last therapy appointment. Well, bags. There are 4 in the fridge. Chicken nuggets, fries, and a small mix of veggies. The whole thing can fit in your biggest pan. Oh shoot, what are you gonna eat? Mhmmm.

Oh, make Spencer food, get him to eat while you make yourself something. Yeah, that makes. You pour some oil on the pan, then carefully place the food in different spaces on the pan. Knowing that Spencer's not a fan off food all mixed op. "Mommy?" Comes a small, brittle, voice. You turn in under a second. He's still sitting on the island, pouting slightly. "Yeah?" You answer, nodding. Okay, don't freak out. First Mama, now Mommy. Does that mean something? Don't regressors typically stick to one honorific? Is he just trying it out? Oh god calm down, don't let him see you freak out. He reaches out for you with both arms. You giggle a bit. "Okay" You say, leaving the pan for a moment to hoist him op on your hip. it's not easy to hold him with one arm, but you manage. You need to train your arms, you want to be able to hold him like this without issue. He snuggles into your neck. "Better?" You ask. "Mhmm"

So you have dinner, but you spend every second worrying he's gonna hurt himself with the fork. You decide you need child utensils, and a child plate. Oh god, you need a list. Garcia will help, right? she loves to shop. You will need to explain, and that's if Spencer's okay with you talking to her about it. "Mommy?" he asks from you chest. You've settled on the couch with him atop you. "Yeah?" You answer again, brushing a hand over his hair. "Can i....mhmm" he looks down to his hands. Seeming embarrassed again. You giggle lightly and reach for the pack of wet wipes you brought in from the car earlier. "Give me your hand" He does, like a good boy. This time, you clean his hand for him. Turning the wipe over, you carefully clean under the nail. You bend his thumb and stick it in his mouth. "There you go. I need to get you a pacifier, don't i?" You ask, hoping to coax an answer from him. He immediately starts to suck his thumb, blushing a bit. He doesn't answer, and so you bring a hand down and tap his back lightly. "Baby, how do you feel about a pacifier? I'm serious" He burries his face down in your chest. "Baby, I'm serious. Answer me please" You say. Spencer lays his head sideways, thumb tucked firmly in his mouth. You're first instinct is to threaten to take away the thumb sucking. But, you catch yourself, this is for him, not you. "Is it hard to talk?" You ask, rubbing his back. He nods, glancing op at you for a brief moment. "Okay, Pacifier. No?" You ask, he doesn't react. "Pacifier, Yes?" You ask, letting out a breath as he nods. You run a hand over his hair. "Okay, can you hand Mommy that paper pad and that pen?"

You take it from him and lay it on Spencer's shoulder to be able to write. "I'm gonna write some things down, and i need you to cross them out if you're not okay with it. Can you do that Sweetie?" You coax gently. You see him nod from the corner of your eye and you can't help but smile. After a bit more scribbling you hand the pen and paper to Spencer. You coo over him as he reads it. But when he hunches over the list you back off a bit, petting his back instead. it takes him a few minutes, which is how you know he's really thinking about it. He hands it back to you.

Pacifiers

Teethers

Kid plates and utensils

Bottles

onesies

Toys

Colouring books

Talking with Garcia about your regesstion

Talking to Morgan about your regression

Talking with Emliy about your regression

You smile and lay the papper aside. "Baby, you know if Garcia knows, they others might end op knowing at some point? Are you okay with that?" You ask. Spencer nods. "Okay" You say, brushing a hand over his hair again. Spence shifts to lay on top of you, and snuggles close to your chest. You feel like a puddle under him. This is the best day you've had in a while. It doesn't take long for Spence to fall asleep again. This must be tiring for him. You grab your phone off the coffee table. As you flip open your cover your phones lights op with a million different texts from the team. You're happy know the team cares so much. You stoke his hair and neck as he snores. You go on the round of responses, when you get to Garcia. You decide you need a phone call with your girl. She picks op on the first ring.

"Wonder woman at your servise" Penelope says over the line. "Hey Pen, I just wanted to let you know Reid's alright" You say, continuing to pet Spencer's hair. Spencer does this cute little meow kinda noise. "Aww, is that the mini genius?" She gasps. "Yeah. Um, listen. On the topic of mini genius" You drawl. "Oh god, tell me he's not leaving. I'm begging you" She pleads. "No, no" You say, continue to pet his hair. "He's not leaving, but there's something i want you to know. But you can not tell the others yet" You say quietly but firmly. "Oh my goodness, of course please spill Girl" She happily chimes. "It's not really that kinda tea but, have you ever heard of age regression?"

"Umm, yeah I've more then heard of it"

"Well, Spencer is a little. And i need some help with shopping for little things, it's online but I'd like your help, if you comfortable" You blurt out, hoping that if you got it out fast, then the rejection would be easier to handle. "Oh Mama you are on. Any ideas?" "I'll send you a list of things I'm looking for" You smile. And that's how you two weeks later end op with a 'care packet' from Garcia. A box of two pacifiers, a teether, a blue set of child plates and utensils, a light purple kid's sport water bottle with a bite valve, and the thing Spencer grabbed from the box the second he saw it. A white polar bear stuffie. You sent Penelope a handwritten thank you note.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #little!spencer #cg!reader #cg!reader x little!Spencer #dr spencer reid

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kiankiwi · 8 months

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Can you do some little!aus and cg!e and us hc?

oh definitely!!

we call aus our little alligator bc he LOVES crawling and LOVES being sneaky

like he will attempt to sneak up behind us and kiss whatever he can reach, whether that be our leg, our hip, our hand whatever

and he LOVES popping his head up against our kitchen counter so he can "spy" but we see his eyes and hair lol

He's more attached/clingy to daddy on an everyday basis but when he's sick or upset, he wants mama

he's a pretty whiny bub and only because he thinks that's how he's gonna get his way because elvis is a total fucking pushover but mama is a put her foot down i said no type of person

LOVES the floor. He will toss himself onto the carpet for whatever reason, no matter what mood he's in just because he wants to be on the floor. And you'll often find him playing "roly poly" where he's literally rolling back and forth on the carpet and giggling his little head off

it's an absolute nightmare getting him to take any medication

LOVES butterflies and dinosaurs but hates "creepy crawly" types of bugs

Once tried to be REALLY BRAVE going down the halloween aisle at Target one year but was TERRIFIED the whole time and then cried because he was embarrassed the he got scared so he got a hotwheels as a "nice try buddy" gift :(

if you make him any type of pasta, you're his favorite person, so we intentionally make him spaghetti or any type of shaped noodle for dinner if we miss him bc he's been too clingy to elvis lately

@elvisthesillygoose ;)

@mooodyblue

#our little one au #cg!elvis #cg!reader #little!aus #kiwiswriting

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strawbabys-blog · 7 months

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Erm..hopefully this request is alright..

Harry Potter regression Headcanon or scenario of when Little! Harry Potter is reluctant about regressing (sp?) in front of you Caregiver! Reader who is also Ron's older twin sister..you found out about it and you didn't blame him for it..he went through a lot growing up and you wanted to help him feel safe so you gave him a Little! Environment in the room of requirement that he would feel happy with and you made sure that he knew that you accepted his Little! side.

You are an experienced Caregiver considering a lot of things.

Hiii, ofc, I love this request, baby Harry is the sweetest thing!! You didn't specify an age range so I went with around 3/4, I hope that's okay :) I'm so sorry this took me so long, I've been offline for a while now but I'm back and trying to catch up with requests

Precious Little Boy

Harry had been quiet lately, fidgety. He couldn't focus in classes and was having trouble paying attention in conversations unless you kept pulling his attention back to you. Most, if not all the people in your circle had caught on to the situation, people either attempting to cheer him up or giving him space. Either way, nothing was really working.

"I don't understand what could be bothering him so much that we wouldn't know about," Hermione says. She, you and Ron had been trying to study but it had quickly devolved into worrying about your friend, he'd disappeared after dinner again tonight and none of you had seen him since.

"I feel like we should talk to him," you say, "he's been like this for a week now, it's going to affect his school work if it keeps up,"

"I wish he would just come to us" Ron mumbles, still pretending to focus on the parchment in front of him.

"Mate, none of us are getting any work done at this rate, let's just go back to the common room and wait for him" You say, starting to pack your stuff away. They take your lead and you all head back to the common room.

It takes you a moment to realise that the mop of dark hair and glasses peeking over a thick blanket is, in fact, Harry. You and Ron exchange a glance.

"Hey Harry," you say, breaking the silence. He snaps out of his trance, his eyes locking onto yours for a second before he takes in his other friends in the room.

"Hi," he says, quietly.

"You okay mate?" Ron asks, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. You follow, sitting next to him while Hermione takes a spot on the floor between you both. Harry nods.

"Yeah, I'm okay,"

"Are you sure? You've been off this week," he pushes. Harry's face screws up a little, shifting uncomfortably.

"You can talk to us, hon," you say, the term of endearment slipping into your sentence naturally. He looks up at you, for a second you swear you see his eyes glass over before he screws them shut, "Harry?" He whines.

"Do you want us to leave you alone?" Hermione asks. His eyes shoot open again, the panic clear on his face.

"No," he says. This time you get a good look and can clearly tell what's happening.

"Hey, Harry, can I talk to you over here for a second?" You ask, gesturing behind you. He blinks at me for a second before nodding. You take his hand and gently lead him to the other side of the room, mouthing at Ron and Hermione that it'll be okay.

Harry rocks on his feet in front of you, looking about ready to burst into tears.

"Are you mad at me?" He asks.

"Oh no! Of course not, I just wanted to ask you something, is that okay?" You reassure him, running a hand down his arm. He mumbles out a yes, glancing at the floor between his feet, "Alright sweetheart, are you feeling little right now?"

His head snaps up, eyes widening as he shakes his head, immediately trying to deny it.

"No, no, I'm big, promise," he says, tears pooling in his eyes. You put a hand on his face, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you say, thumb running over his cheek, "you can tell me, yeah? I won't judge you, I know all about it and I can even take care of you if you like,"

Harry looks away, biting on his lip hard enough that you have to refrain yourself from stopping him. He glances over to Ron and Hermione who had started chatting between themselves.

"Don't want them to know," he says, slurring his words together as he speaks.

"That's okay, I've got a special secret room we can go to if you like? I promise its super fun and cozy," he looks back at you, still quite clearly apprehensive but there was a new hint of hope on his eyes, a clear vulnerability that had you close to melting.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah! Can you wait here for me while I go talk to Ron and Mione?" You say, he pulls a face, clearly upset at the idea of you leaving, "it'll only be for a second, they've been worried about you, I just want to let them know that you're okay," he looks up, tears filling his eyes again.

"M' sorry, didn't mean to make em sad," he mutters, his hands clasping and unclasping around nothing. You move your hand down to his shoulder.

"No, baby, it's okay, no ones sad. Ron and Mione were just a little worried about you, you really needed to slip huh?" You say. He nods, sniffling a little, "okay, you wait here then honey, I'll be right back, yeah?" He nods again. You feel a little guilty about leaving him but there's no way you could take him with you without the two knowing something was different, and you couldn't just leave without telling them where you were going.

"Hey, is Harry okay?" Hermione asks as you walk over.

"He will be, we're just gonna go on a walk, we might be out late so don't wait up okay?" Ron gets up to give you a quick hug.

"Alright, make sure your careful and don't get caught yeah?" You nod.

"See ya later," you say, eager to get back to Harry who was still stood in the corner where you left him, "I'm back!" You say. His head shoots up and his little smile makes your heart jump, he was so adorable.

"They okay now?" He asks, looking over at your guy's friends, who were now setting up a game of exploding snap between them. You give Harry a reassuring smile.

"Mhm, they're all good. Now how about we get going?" He nods and you take his hand, leading him out of the common room. You lead him down a few winding corridors before you stop in front of a blank wall.

"Here?" Harry asks.

"Mhm, come here sweetheart," you say, moving behind him to cover his eyes. You watch as the door to the room of requirement appears before you two. You remove your hands and listen to the boy gasp.

"It's magic!" He says, turning around to you with a grin.

"It is baby! Now let's go inside," Harry skips ahead to the door and you help him open it.

The room of requirement had manifested itself as a lovely bedroom/living room. The decor was a bit of a mix between the Gryffindor common room and the Burrow, clearly pinpointing where Harry was most comfortable with ease. There was a big four poster bed pushed against the far wall with a ton of plush blankets and pillows, to the right there is a cozy fire blazing away with a three seater sofa in front of it. The room is covered in blankets, rugs, tables and lamps, it's mismatched but it works to form a soft, comfortable environment.

Harrys eyes light up at the sight of the place, turning around to smile shyly at you.

"It's pretty," he says.

"It is isn't it?" You say, going over and running a hand through his hair, "now how's about we have a look around and see what you want to do?" He nods and you take his hand, leading him over to a chest of draws and pulling them open. Inside are a stack of colouring books, some crayons, a myriad of kids cutlery and plates along with some sippy cups. Harry gasps and your heart swells with happiness.

"Books" he mutters.

"Yeah honey, how about you pick one and we can do some colouring," you suggest. He tentatively reaches out, shuffling through the books before picking out a dinosaur themed one. He looks back up at you for approval and you grin.

"That one looks great honey, can you pick one for me as well?" You ask. He nods, concentrating hard on the books once again before picking out a Disney themed one full of prince's and princess's. He holds it out to you and rocks back and forth on his heels, something you realised was a nervous habit.

"This one?" He says, "because you're like a princess... pretty and nice," His cheeks turn a bright shade of red and you feel your heart melt for what feels like the hundredth time today.

"Oh I love it baby!" You say, taking the book from him and grabbing the crayons from the draw, "Come on let's go colour," he gives you another shy smile and follows you to the sofa.

You sit on the floor, putting your book and the crayons on the coffee table and he follows your lead, sitting cross legged next to you and putting his book down. He looks nervous so you decide to start colouring. You pick out some crayons and start colouring a little mermaid themed page with Princess Ariel and Prince Eric. You watch from the corner of your eye as Harry slowly relaxes, picking a page and starting to colour too.

For a while you guys sit in silence, content to just be in each other's presence. Every so often you look over and see Harry bent over his book, his brow furrowed and his tongue sticking out a little as he concentrates. It's adorable.

Suddenly you feel a little tap on your shoulder and turn to see Harry holding his colouring out to show you, his cheeks turning red again. You take the book from him and gasp at the page, making a big show of how we'll he's done.

"Wow honey! This is amazing!" He smiles at you and shuffles a little closer to you, "do you want to keep colouring or maybe we can take a nap and cuddle?" You ask. His eyes light up and you can't help but grin at him.

"Cuddle please, I'm sleepy," he murmurs. You stand up and open your arms, offering to carry him. He lifts his arms up and you pick him up, sitting him on your hip and thanking Merlin that Harry is relatively short and you're just as tall as your brother. He cuddles into your neck and you smile.

"Do you want to change clothes?" You ask. He nods into your neck, "okay, do you want me to help or can you do it yourself?" He whines a little.

"Help, please," he mutters. You nod.

"Okay, sweetheart, let's get you some clothes. You take him over to the chest of draws again, opening one to find some pajamas. You let him pick out an oversized t-shirt and some shorts and take him over to the bed, setting him down and quickly helping him change.

As soon as your done, he falls backwards, snuggling into the covers. He holds out his arms for you, whining quietly.

"One second honey, I just need to get changed," you move as fast as possible, not wanting to leave him waiting, changing into some pajamas before climbing into bed next to him.

He immediately latches onto you, cuddling close. You smile softly and pet his hair as he drifts off next to you.

You watch as his breathing evens out, his features relaxing, and only then do you let your eyes close as well, falling asleep next to your boy.

#sfw agere #agere #sfw age regression #agere blog #sfw little post #age regression #sfw agere blog #agere little #sfw little community #harry potter agere #little!harry #cg!reader

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littlespace-imagines · 2 years

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Could you please do some for little!loki hc about him just being such a mommy's boy

CG!Reader x Little!Loki

Contains: Littlespace, Cg/l dynamics, honorific (mommy) used, reader has Fem pronouns, also some details may be wrong because I have never watched a single marvel movie other than Spider-Man

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

Loki is a very mischievous little, obviously, but he’s also the biggest brat ever so you have to be prepared

He also will laugh at almost any punishment you give him, he can’t write lines because then he’ll just use his powers to fill it out, time outs don’t work because he will straight disappear

So you have to get creative which means things like hiding his toys when he’s being a little brat

He also knows that if he hugs you and calls you ‘Mommy’ you literally can’t stay mad at him and he exploits it

Don’t get me wrong he can be super sweet when he wants too and he usually is an absolute Angel but sometimes he just chooses violence and makes it everyone else’s problem

He is super super cuddly, he adores being cuddled and loved on especially when he’s little

He also really enjoys colorful pajama sets

He also loves paw patrol but will never admit it so don’t even try to get him to admit it

I think his favorite toys would be legos or hot wheels also because he loves being able to wreak havoc but building something and knocking it down or making the hot wheels crash into eachother

You gave him slime ONCE and never again, you have no idea how he got it on the ceiling but he did and it’s still there sometimes you stare at it waiting for it to fall but it never does

He also is very messy, if he’s doing arts and crafts prepare to use several tarps

Overall he’s such a fun and adorable little who keeps you on your toes

#x Cg!reader #littlespace fanfiction #cg!reader #little!reader #loki x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #little!loki #little!marvel #marvel x y/n #marvel x reader

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thorin-baby-bear · 1 year

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As someone who is a little and selfships with Ash, this blog makes me feel seen and valid because I imagine Ash as my daddy/little one. So, I was wondering if you could write AvED! Ash regressing for the first time, but feels ashamed and scared to tell a masc!reader because of his age and having to be the savior of humanity. But, the reader immediately after finding this out gives Ash their gear (paci, stuffies, coloring books) to use and takes care of him as his Daddy... like giving him a bath, making him dinner, and watching cartoons while cuddling and says how he doesn't have to be embarrassed, because no matter his big age, he'll always be Daddy's little one (I headcanon Ash's little age as 3-5)

🥺🥺🥺 I absolutely loved this ask, thank you so so much :)))) this was genuinely such fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Trust

An Ash vs. Evil Dead agere fic :3

Tags: regressor!Ash Williams, cg!reader, mentioned pablo, mentioned rose

Cw: involuntary regression, light swearing, mention of deadites, panic, baths (please let me know if I should add more ☺️)

Long days were always hard for Ash. His back always ached, and the place where his hand used to be pulsed with a dull pain that made him groan. He usually battled this with some pain medicine, but today there was none to be found, and he really didn’t feel like going to the pharmacy this late, so he would just have to suffer through it. The drive home was rough, every pothole seemed to hit a bit too rough, each stop had him smashing against his belt. As your small home came into sight, he heaved a huge sigh of relief and pulled into the driveway.

He stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, not even reaching for the remote just lying there catching his breath. You wouldn’t be home until later that night, so he knew had some time to rest and prepare to put on that good old Ash charm so you wouldn’t worry. My turn to cook tonight, too, he thought, groaning and burying his face in the couch. He stayed like that for a while, taking deep breaths and counting in his head. One one thousand… Two two thousand…

It wasn’t stopping. In fact, now his legs were starting to pulse as well, making him hiss as a particularly bad wave hit him. Tears stung his eyes and he sniffed hard, shaking his head to stop them from coming through. I may be hurt, he thought, but I will not cry. No way, jose. But suddenly he was feeling very helpless, and the tears that were sliding down his face were hot, and the pain was all encompassing, and his brain was getting oh so fuzzy…

“No.” He hissed through gritted teeth. “You are an adult, and you will face your issues like an adult, none of this shit.”

But even as he said this, his teeth had begun worrying his bottom lip roughly, and he found himself reaching out for something to hold, something soft and fluffy and cute–

He didn’t want this. He couldn’t want this. He was supposed to be the big one, the one who looked after everyone else, but now he was slipping so far, and he couldn’t seem to stop. He tried not to whimper as he sat up, his back aching, and reached for the remote. Maybe somethin’ big will make me big. He thought to himself as he searched for something suitably “big” enough to put on. He eventually settled on Poltergeist before laying back with a huff, ready to wait for you to come home.

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You walked into your house with a sense of relief, happy to be home at last and spend time with your partner. Then a crash sounded from the living room, and all of your relief was replaced with fear. A deadite? You thought wildly as you inched towards the room. No, Ruby and Pablo proofed the place. Ash made sure. Then what had that noise been? You peeked around the corner and saw a large lump of blankets sitting on the couch next to what looked to be a poorly hidden cracked lamp.

“... Ash?” You called, blinking at the whine that sounded from the lump. That was decidedly odd. Ash didn’t whine (okay he did, but not like that), and whatever was under that blanket sounded more like a scared puppy than the Ash you knew. You stepped forward, tentatively reaching out and pulling the blankets apart until you saw a pair of wet, scared eyes looking back at you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, and Ash (and this was Ash) yanked the blankets back over his face.

You frowned gently. “Ash? What’s going on? Did something happen?”

The lump shook a bit before a quiet, “Mhm,” sounded from within. You waited for a minute before the blankets parted a bit and Ash’s hand poked out and pointed to the tv. “Scary…” He breathed, his voice shaky and pitched in a way that was new to your ears. You turned and saw the familiar end scenes of Poltergeist flashing across the screen. “Poltergeist?” You asked in disbelief. “Scary?”

The blankets closed again and you heard him whisper a “sorry” before the blankets began shaking again.

“No it’s fine, I’m just… confused. You love scary movies, especially ones as goofy as this.” You sighed, going to turn off the tv. Only after the sounds had stopped coming for a while did Ash dare to peak his head out of his cave of solitude, his hair sticking up like a baby chick’s and his eyes almost… ashamed? You didn’t think Ash even had the ability to be ashamed. Something was definitely up.

You kneeled down slowly and held your hands up in a non threatening gesture. “Hey, it’s done, yeah? It’s all done. You can leave the blankets now if you– oof!”

You huffed out a breath as Ash ran into you, knocking the wind out of you with a hug and burying his face in your shoulder. Hot tears began to soak your sleeve, and you wrapped your arms tightly around him. You might not have known what was happening, but you would be damned if you wouldn’t comfort your love.

“ ‘m sorry!” Ash bawled messily. “I tr-tried to stop, honest! Bu’ it hurts so bad, jus’ wanted… wanted to be small an’ not feel bads.”

All of the pieces fell into place. Honestly, you could’ve kicked yourself for not seeing it sooner, of course he was scared, he was regressed.

“Oh baby…” you murmured, kissing the top of his head. “You have nothing to apologize for.” Ash sniffled and rubbed his face against your shoulder. “Bu’ I’m s’posed to protect you. Every yous.” He whispered hoarsely. You just rocked him gently, knowing that whatever he was thinking right now, you should probably wait till he was big again to address it. Still, knowing all of that wait he was still carrying, even when little, made your heart ache. He deserved to be comforted and have a break just as much as anyone, even if was some kind of savior. And by god, you were going to make sure he got that comfort.

You stood slowly, lifting Ash and making sure he had a tight grip around your neck before walking up the stairs to the room you kept for all of your little things. You set him gently on the play mat, rubbing some tears off of his face before grabbing a trunk and setting it in front of him. “Alright bud,” you started quietly, “I know this is going very fast, so please tell me if something is uncomfy for you, yeah?” Ash nodded, his eyes red and puffy. You opened the trunk and started pulling out anything you thought could help him be more comfortable. You handed him the soft, navy blue blanket first, smiling at the way he took it so gently before rubbing it all over his face. Then you pulled out a stuffed dog, and the way his eyes lit up just made your heart melt. You had plenty of stuffies, but this one, you decided, would be just for him (if he decided he wanted to regress again). There were lots of other toys in there, but the last thing you pulled out was a small case, which you sat in front of a now very curious Ash who was sucking his thumb a bit nervously. You popped open the clasp to reveal your small collection of pacifiers, watching as his eyes got wide.

“You can choose any of these you’d like, and then after I sanitize it you can use it for the rest of the night.” You said, looking at Ash nervously. “Does that sound okay?” Ash hesitated, and you felt your stomach drop a bit. This was too much, he was going to go back to how he was before, this wasn’t helping at all, just making it all worse, really. You hadn’t been helping–

“Dat one please.” Ash said timidly, pointing to a blue deco paci with a shark on the button.

You sighed in relief and nodded, lifting the paci out of the tray and making sure it was properly sanitized before handing it to him, chuckling as he inspected it before putting it in his mouth and flapping his hands happily.

The rest of playtime went well, though it only lasted for about an hour before Ash was bored. He pouted at you from where he sat and you looked back expectantly. “Well, what would you like to do then, boss?” You said teasingly, tickling his stomach to make him giggle. You let him go, and he thought for a second before pulling the paci out of his mouth and looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes. “Baf?” He asked. You grinned down at him. “Of course, bud. We can even do bubbles, if you’d like.” Ash let out a small, happy squeal, and lifted his hands out to ask for uppies. You laughed and carried him to the bathroom, rubbing your noses together and booping his forehead.

The bath was good for wiping all of the grime and bad feelings from earlier away, but mostly it was lots of fun for Ash. You took great care in making lots of bubbles, and Ash looked like his head was about to burst from happiness. You made castles out of the bubbles, you blew the bubbles into the air, and, most importantly, you gave Ash fun hairdos with the bubbles. That was the best part for the both of you. Afterwards, you put him in his comfiest pajamas and set him on the couch with a new nest of blankets. “Movie?” You asked. Ash nodded, leaning against your shoulder as you sat beside him. The two of you decided on A Goofy Movie, something you had no idea Ash even knew about but was apparently his favorite movie. However, it didn’t matter how much he enjoyed the movie because he ended up falling asleep not even halfway through, snoring quietly as Goofy and Max sang about their doomed road trip. Noticing that leaning his head against you like he was couldn’t be good for his neck, you found yourself carrying him for the second time this evening, this time up to your bedroom.

You lay him gently in the bed, tucking him in before laying down beside him, only pausing for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and sighing in relief as he cuddled into you. You were so glad he had been comfortable enough to even think about regressing in front of you, and now he was actively seeking out your comfort? You were over the moon. Ash made a sleepy sound and you rubbed his forehead soothingly. “It’s alright big guy, get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up .” You whispered.

“Okay,” he whispered, “Nigh nigh, dada.”

You froze, a smile slowly forming on your face. This was definitely one of the best moments of your life.

“Goodnight, baby.” You murmured. He nuzzled deeper into your chest, sighing contentedly as you beamed down at him, absolutely unaware of how joyous you were about that interaction. You both fell asleep, warm, content, with the unshakable feeling of love and comfort enveloping you fully.

Again, thank you so very much for the request, this is one of my favorite things I've ever written for this blog ❤️❤️❤️

#agere #age regression #safe agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere writing #asks #ash williams agere #regressor!ash williams #cg!reader

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b00inazkaban · 2 years

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Request: hi! hope requests are open! 💕 can you write st age regression with little!mike w x gn!cg!reader where reader reads mike a bedtime story after a tough day?

Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

Reader pronouns: They/Them (none specified)

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Warings/Includes: Fluff, bit of angst, bedtime story, little!mike, bullies, stress, age regression

Mike had come home already slipping into little space, it had been a tough day lots of work and people bulling him for being in hellfire and calling him weird, but he knew he could always come home to his caregiver. He'd driven home with you and you both got to your house, then went to your room.

"Hey baby, do you want to go sit on the bed? I'll get you your stuff" you ask quietly and getting down on his level. He nods, so you walk over to your closet and grab a small box with his things. Paci, blanket, a few stuffed animals and a bottle. As you grab it you bring it over to him you give him a kiss on the forehead. "Baby lay down you should take a nap today has been hard..." you say softly and moving the covers for him to get under. As he gets under the cover he asks, "could you read me peter pan please?" You comply and grab the book peter pan and open it while mike gets comfortable and leans into your side. You start to read as you are halfway through the book mike falls asleep, when you finish you look over to see him asleep snuggled against your side. Soon, you were the one falling asleep as well.

#mike #mike wheeler #mike x reader #little!mike #cg!reader #B00inazkaban #little!mike x Cg!reader

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jhoneybees · 5 months

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: :A Bad dream: :

This is my first time writing a little! Fanfic, I really hope it didn't cross any lines! Never experienced or met anyone who is in the littlespace/babyspace community so if I missed any warnings/triggers. Please let me know!

Characters: (50s)Little! Elvis and CG!Reader

Prompt: Elvis wakes up from a nightmare and just wants comfort from his mama.

Warnings/triggers: Little space, age regression, argument, yelling

This is a Fluff fanfic, hope you enjoy and if you don't feel comfortable reading about arguments then you may skip past the first paragraph :)

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“Ugh quit being clingy, you're so annoying” you brush Elvis' hands away from your waist, making Elvis look at you in the reflection of the vanity mirror with a pout. He opens his mouth to say something but before he could you raise your hand; giving him an angry glare through the mirror. You've finally had enough. “GO AWAY!” The boy widens his eyes out of shock but not long after, he runs and locks himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Leaning his back against the door, melting down onto the tiled floor and curling into himself. He did nothing wrong, he wasn’t ever a bad boy. “I thought Mama loved me..”

“No..no..m-mama..” eyes fluttering, Elvis begins to cry in his sleep but soon wakes up. Breathing heavily as his eyes dart around the room until they land on you who's still sleeping peacefully. Choking up sobs just at the sight of you, Elvis shuffles closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist as he buries his face under your breasts which makes you wake up. “Elvis?” Your voice sleepy and groggy, you reach for the lamp on the bedside table; switching it on only to look back down to see the top of Elvis' head and feeling his body tremble against you. The sound of Elvis' sobs makes you come to your senses so you pry his arms away from around your waist “Honey? What's going on?” gently tilting his chin up to look at you, his eyes showing the scared little boy that you always adored, your eyebrows furrow and a click of a tongue follows. “Aww sweetie…” as you thumb away at his tears, Elvis sobs continue and his trembling hands try to find their way to touch your hands that are cupping his cheeks “M-mama, mama” his breathing becoming out of control.

You quickly tell him to slow down his breathing just like you taught him, frantically nodding his head and closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “Good boy, deep breaths baby. Deep breaths” his breathing slows down and his tears stop falling, leaving just hiccups, you gently card your fingers through his hair knowing it’ll soothe him. “What happened baby? Wanna tell Mama what happened?” You make sure your voice is quiet so it wouldn’t scare Elvis since when he’s little, it doesn’t take much for him to cry whenever he hears a loud noise he doesn’t like, especially yelling. Elvis slowly opens his eyes and nuzzles his head up against your chest. “B-ba-bad dream” nodding your head silently with a soft hum. “Baby had a bad dream? Aww darlin’ I’m sorry” Elvis sniffles softly and nuzzles even further into your chest and you adjust yourself to get more comfortable. “Do you wanna talk about it?” feeling his head move, assuming it was a nod. “M-mama yelled at Elvie… told me to go away..” Hearing your heart shatter into a million pieces, you shake your head. “Sweetie..” Elvis wraps his arms around you again and you wrap yours around his head gently. “Mama could never tell you to go away, Baby’s the most precious thing in the world” rubbing your hand in between his shoulder blades you lean down to peck the crown of his head. “ M’not a bad boy?” Elvis asks in the softest voice that makes your heart melt. “No honey, You could never be a bad boy to Mama…” Peeking over the curve of your breasts looking up at you, Elvis’ blue eyes sparkle and you break into a genuine smile. “Love baby too much to live without him” You state. With smiling eyes, Elvis giggles “I love you mama”...”I love you baby”.

#50s elvis #60s elvis #elvis #elvis presley #elvis fans #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #soft boy #little!elvis #CG!Reader #littlespacefanfics

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remusslove · 1 year

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Mattheo going to his mommy after getting made fun of for acting like a baby when he’s in little space

“Jesus mattheo what’s going on?” Adrian says panting heavily. He just saved mattheo from falling off his broom. “Nothing” he mumbled looking down at the ground with his eyes glossed over even though he wasn’t crying. At least not yet.

“You’ve been playing horribly all day. It’s almost like your a fucking baby.” Those words made mattheo’s heart ache. “Get a fucking grip and come back tomorrow, and act like a big boy hm?” Mattheo pushed past him and hurriedly fled towards the door blocking out the laughter.

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“It’s alright mattheo calm down. Tell me what happened.” You said as gently as you could to the boy who was softly sobbing into your shoulder. “Called me a baby” you frowned rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Your not a baby mattheo.” He instinctively melted into your touch. “M’ a big boy right?” You whimpered. “Of course mattheo. My big boy.”

#little mattheo riddle #little mattheo #little!mattheo riddle #little!mattheo #cg reader #cg!reader #caregiver!reader

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sfw-softies · 28 days

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Hi lovelys!!

This post is just a little bit about me and what I'm planning to do with this account <3

About me:

Big age: 21

Little age(s): 3-7

Likes: fruit, chew toys, rocks/stones, dolls/clown dolls, and any type of music!

Dislikes: loud noises, bright lights, certain textures, and wasps >:(

Requests:

Fandoms:

Twisted Wonderland

Bungou Stray Dogs

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Welcome Home

Obey Me

JJK

Spy X Family

The Amazing Digital Circus

What I will do:

One-shots/headcannons

Both little & CG reader

Only x reader (for now)

Fluff/ LIGHT angst/comfort

What I WONT do

NSFW

Triggering subjects such as r**e/S.A./S.H./etc.

Character x Character (for now)

Thanks for reading! Don't be shy to request in my ask box, I'll do my best <3

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kitty-agere-fics · 4 months

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Late Night

Request Info - - - - Masterlist

(Little!Spencer Reid, CG!Reader)

A/N: I wrote something that wasn't kpop for once…feels strange…but good strange…🤷

You unlock the door to your apartment and push it open, shocked when you see several of the lights on. You thought that you had turned them all off when you left for work that morning, but you had been in such a rush that you couldn't quite recall. If the lights had been on, then there was a problem since you'd left for work nearly 12 hours ago. You slowly, nervously walk into the apartment and can hear soft mumbling coming from the living room. You immediately relax, realizing why the lights were on. Laughing softly, you walk over to the couch and see Spencer curled up in a ball, sound asleep. You smile quickly falls, turning to a frown, as you watch Spencer twitch slightly. You realize that he's having a nightmare.

"Spence? Spencer, wake up," you try to gently bring him out of the nightmare, not sure what headspace he'll be in when he wakes up.

After a few tries, he slowly opens his eyes, "Hm? Y/N?" His voice comes out in a soft mumble. "Baba? You home?" He looks up at you with tired wide eyes, and you immediately smile gently. His soft mumbling isn't from being tired. Well, not completely at least. But it's more from him being regressed. You gently stroke his hair, sitting on the couch next to him.

"Yeah, Baby-boy, Baba's home." You smile, keeping your voice at a soft, calm level.

He slowly uncurls himself from the tight ball that he's in and immediately latches onto you. He nuzzles into your neck, whimpering and crying softly, "Baba," he whimpers softly, "scared."

"Shhhh, I know, sweet boy, I know. I know you're scared. Don't worry, Baba's here," you hold him close, rocking him gently. You change the topic slightly, trying to distract him from his dream. "Did you try to stay up and wait for Baba, Sweetie?"

He nods slightly into your shoulder, "Sorrys, Baba," he mumbles.

"Don't say sorry, Baby. Baba isn't mad or upset with you. You're not in any trouble. I was just curious why my sleepy little baby was asleep on the couch instead of in bed."

He doesn't respond for a moment, thinking, "Go bed now? Bed more comfy than couch," he requests softly.

"Yeah, Baby, time for bed." You gently and lift him off of your lap and carry him to his bed. After getting Spencer tucked in, you sit on the edge of the bed and stroke his hair. "Get some sleep, sweet boy. It's really late."

Spencer shakes his head slightly, hugging a stuffed bear to his chest, "No sleep, Baba. Scared."

You make a soft humming noise as you try to think of a solution, "Will you sleep if Baba cuddles you?"

He thinks for a moment and nods, "Baba safe, Baba cuddles keep the scary dreams 'way." He reaches his arms out to you as he talks.

You agree and lay on the bed. You carefully wrap him up in your arms and sing a soft lullaby to help him sleep. Once he's asleep, you slowly stop singing and end up quickly falling asleep yourself, still dressed for work, with your sweet baby boy, wrapped up in your arms.

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someone1348 · 2 years

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Your little space and caregiver headcannons are adorable! Could you do little sapnap headcannons please?

Absolutely my friend! Thank you for the ask! Im so sorry this is coming out so late! My schedule has been Jam packed but here we goo!! @elliot-tword

Little!Sapnap! :]

-Sapnap here in little space is just full of giggles!

-Almost every sentence contains some form of giggles

-He is pretty active as a little too so he's always looking to play with someone, wether it's sword fighting, playing pretend, hide and seek, tag, running around! He is always doing something!

-He ranges from the ages of 4-6 normally when he slips into little space

-He doesn't really have a specific caregiver, it's really whoever is around and is willing to take care of him but personally I think he should get one

-most of the time its dream (when dreams not also in little space) but if anyone where to be a caregiver for him permanently it would be his s/o

-Little Dream and Little Sapnap LOVE to have playdates with each other, it's so chaotic! Honestly good luck, you look away for one second and Sapnap is stuck in a tree!

-They're best friends! When they are together choas and them are a package deal

-Little Sapnap loves nap time! Especially with Little Dream! It's so cozy, he likes relaxing too and getting some well deserved rest after a fun day

-With that as well he LOVES the park!

-Whenever Big Q is taking care of him he will always beg Quackity to take him to the park!

-He's always showing off to try and impress the people he cares about the most so at the park He'll get Quackity and Karl to watch him be awesome at the monkey bars and other stuff like that!

-If he gets a boo boo he'll try to be a big boy about it but he will silently cry a bit until there's a band-aid on it

-He's very picky about his band aids too! He likes fun things so fun colors and themed bandages are the way to go!

-He doesn't like the cleaning process of a boo boo but Karl will always be right there to hold his hand and distract him while Quackity gets it on

-There's a first aid Kit with Sapnaps name and stickers on it that they bring everywhere just for him! It's adorable

-He likes the nicknames "Baby boy" "Sappy" "Giggles" and "Cool dude!" Alot he's just happy to be acknowledged

-Little Sapnaps love languages are Quality time and Words of affirmation

-There is really no specific thing that makes sapnap slip into the little headspace it just happens! He's not complaining though! No one is, little sapnap is adorable!

-Always wants to help out no matter what it is! Some tasks are too big for his little state though so the boys will always give him smaller things to do to help him feel included!

-Stickers are his favorite things ever!

-His favorite colors are red and orange!

-He has a small stuffed giraffe that he can't sleep without, it's name is George the giraffe (and yes George did buy it for him!)

-His favorite food I'd Dino nuggets and Mac and cheese!

-Going back to the giggle thing I mentioned earlier! Giggly sapnap plus his Playful personality equals a whole lot of wrecking!

-His favorite lers to mess with in order to get tickles are Quackity, Dream and Punz!

-As far as punishments go Karl is normally the one to use tickles as a way for sapnap to "learn his lesson" he never does but Karl just can't bring himself to do anything else!

-Quackity is the opposite, although he would never enforce anything bad on his kiddo! He will give him time out, but if what he did was really bad he will take away his Pokémon cards for the day and have a serious talk with him about what he did, why it was wrong and why he shouldn't do it again

-Contrary to popular belief Quackity is a very responsible Caregiver

-He is an unapologetic tatle tail sometimes though! Only when ABSOLUTELY necessary or when he's trying to get tickled

-He where's his heart on his sleeve so you will be able to tell whatever he is feeling immediately

-He's so sweet!!! I can't!

-If he ever does cry though, Just hold him until he's done and give him loves of love and attention because sometimes the poor thing just needs to release

-In a way Sapnap gets even more ticklish when he's in little space so be prepared for even more giggles!

-"Nohoho! Ihihihit Tihihihickless!!"

-He isn't too ticklish on his stomach but when he's in little space that spot is a gold mine!

-He will gently kick but wiggle a lot!

-so so cute!

-his neck is his melt spot!

-He loves onzies in the winter time! And hot coco!

-bubbles are a must have in everyday life!

-He's just so precious! Protect and Stan little Sapnap!

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I hope you enjoyed! Precious Little Sapnap!

My headcannons for this and my lee/ler headcannons are always open so feel free to send anyone you want in my ask box and I will get to it asap!

^^ this is a message for everyone! :]

But I hope you enjoyed! Thank you again so much for the ask @elliot-tword I loved writing this!

-K :]

#k's headcannons #little!sapnap #ls!sapnap #cg!reader #sorta!#mcyt little space

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kiankiwi · 2 months

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little one au!!

imagine like elvis comes home from work after we’ve called him that aus is sick. and he goes over to austin who is cuddled up on the couch a bucket by his side and poor bubba looks miserable and he starts crying when he sees daddy 🥺

Since Austin sounds like he's recovering from a cold in the latest MOTA/DUNE interviews, Let's do this one!

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"Oh, my poor baby!" Elvis cooed as he laid his eyes on his baby for the first time that day. You had let him know earlier that Austin had woken up sick. He had a fever, had thrown up several times (once all over you when you attempted to get him up for the morning) and was just all around absolutely miserable. Elvis had asked you if he had needed to come home early or if you were taking your little boy to the doctor but you assured him you could handle the sickness, that it was just a stomach bug and to finish his day at work, you would be waiting at home for him.

So he found you two curled up on the couch together, Aus snuggled into your chest with a puke bucket nestled into his side and the back of the couch with a paci lazily bobbing between his lips while you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair.

Elvis immediately shed his coat and walked over to the sick boy who was laying on your chest. "Hey buddy, you don't look too good..." Aus whined as Elvis stroked his knuckles over one of Aus' red cheeks, checking his fever. "Puked daddy.." Austin said. His voice was raspy from puking."You did? I'm sorry bubba. You're still pretty warm." Elvis silently looked to you, asking with his eyes if your little one needed another dose of medicine already. You nodded, "He's due in about ten minutes if he's still hot..." You whispered so Aus didn't hear you. He nodded. "I'll go prep it for ya. You just cuddle the patient."

"Hoooot," Austin complained as if he was answering you. "Yeah?" You asked, "You wanna be nakey? It'll help cool you down, bubba." Austin nodded and you helped strip him down just to his diaper. Tossing his sweaty clothes on the opposite end of the couch to be dealt with later, you patted Austin's naked belly. "How does your belly feel bubba?" Austin answered in a whine again. You laid your hand flat on Austin's belly and waited, trying to see if his belly is still angry. It rumbled but not as bad as before.

"Where'd your clothes go bubba? You're nekid!" Elvis observed as he came back in the room, slyly hiding the syringe of medicine behind his back so Austin wouldn't see it. Elvis expected Austin to giggle at at the fact that he was "nakey" but he seemed too feel too bad to giggle. "Icky daddy..." Austin whimpered. "I know baby, maybe this will help you. Can you be a big boy and take it for me?" Austin whimpered as Elvis showed him the dispenser and hid against your body.

"Baby, you gotta take it. Once you do you'll feel better." You said, rubbing Austin's side. "And if you don't take it, you're just gonna feel ickier and hot and dizzy." You said, reaching up and rubbing his head. "Here baby, how about this, if you take this medicine daddy will take you to get a new stuffy AND a new toy. How about that huh?" Elvis tried.

"And, after you take your medicine, daddy will even get you some juice to wash away the icky taste, hmm?" You eyed Elvis. "Right, right buddy, how does that sound? You take this medicine and you some juice, a toy and a new friend?" Austin eyed the syringe, sniffling before he reluctantly opened his mouth.

Elvis quickly dispersed the medicine and Austin thankfully swallowed it. He cried afterward but at least he swallowed it. "There you go, baby. Good job!" You praised as Elvis went into the kitchen to get Austin some juice. "Momma, it's icky!" Austin said as he snuggled into you. "I know baby, but it'll make you feel better! You should be able to take a nap now.. I know you've been sleepy." Austin nodded as he rubbed at his teary eyes. "Y-yeah."

"Here you go bubs." Elvis came back with the beloved sippy of juice.

You gasped excitedly as Austin took hold of it. "Look at that bubby! What do you say?"

"T'ankoo!" Austin said as he sucked down the juice to wash away the horrible taste in his mouth.

"Welcome baby." Elvis said, affectionately rubbing his head.

LITTLE ONE SICKFIC !!!!

#little one au #little!Austin #cg!elvis #cg!reader #kiwiswriting

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