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cyrusthedragon · 10 months

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Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

#ghost #ghost cod #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x female reader #simon riley is a babygirl #ghost x f!reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x f!reader

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agere-fandom · 3 months

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regressor!john marston!!

note; JDSFIABDKJSBDASB- I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WITH MORE HEADCANONS FOR MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF MEDIA RIGHT NOW (and theres far more coming) Omg, I love John so much, like he's so goofy oml- /lh anyways, himb!! sweet boy- has done no wrong at all- totally did not die nooooo- he lives with his wife and child in happy times guys, trust me- /lh

headcanons; (cw; diapers and nursing (SFW)!!)

John is a infant/newborn regressor and his age range is 0 - 3 (it's also a chance he may regress way older to tween/teen ages, around 8 - 12)

He's mostly a massive grump, but not the tantrum type. Though he gives a lot of sass, even as a newborn (he was born with the sass tbh /j). It's mostly if he's with anyone else that isn't Abigail (or Arthur) and will make his (babbles) voice known about what he dislikes, like his usual big self

He's considered the youngest and oldest regressor. Both for being a newborn and a teen LAMO. He's mostly caught being very small, since that's what he (secretly) loves. But it's not as much as seeing him as a teen either, both very equal. He's never said it out loud, but he loves being a newborn, being curled up and safe with no worries? Hell yeah!

Speaking of being a newborn, as any infant would, John nurses. From Abigail, of course. It's his favorite time when being small, really, and it's what makes him want to regress more smaller. Being in a rocking chair and being nursed is such a delight. The thing is, is how HUNGRY John can get, but Abigail's to blame here. She's always wanting her baby full, so she gets him full, even going so far as to getting fat rolls onto John. But she loves it.

⬇️ Also, diapers! If anyone's having them on, it's John. He doesn't mind them, he just hates wearing a dirty one for long periods of time. Luckly, Momma's got his back. But she's veryyyy teasing about it too him, like "are you giving your momma another reason to clean you, mister?" or "john marson, are you getting yourself messy on purpose?" or something like that. He usually doesn't know when he goes, he just does. And it's usually while he's nursing. But he wants to be warm all over

Arthur to John is what he's always been, a big brother. For their relationship, it doesn't really change when John's small. And Arthur's always the number one babysitter for little Johnny. But he LOVES teasing, and teasing John especially. Light teasing and mocking to get John fussy is enough, or even a reaction, which he always gives. Even so, Arthur still loves his baby brother... in his own ways (John hates him, lovingly)

Dutch and Hosea are still what they were to him while he was growing up with them around. Father figure's, of course. John personally goes more towards Dutch when caretaking, but that doesn't mean he loves Hosea too. But (for me) he spent more time around Dutch growing up, so being around him brings John those fuzzy feelings again

While being small, I do think that this is the time that John really gets to bond with Jack. Even though the boy doesn't know what's going on or what this whole, regression thing is, he just shrugs it off and lets his uncles and aunts be. John is able to be more open with Jack and they get to talk about all the books Jack likes. Also, bedtime stories with Momma! She loves reading to her boys and will do so anytime they ask <3

He usually hates sleeping by himself, even though he has a whole nursery too himself. He's gotta sleep with Momma. Which she doesn't mind, but she's been trying to get him to sleep through the night in his own crib. But he still, mostly, sleeps next to her. And he even has his own bedside cribs for himself!

⬇️ (Headcanon moment!!) Hosea had done a bit of carpentry in the past, but never pursued in it properly. Later on, he decided to give it another try, and so, the first thing he made was that bedside crib for John, as well as a few toys and baby furniture here and there, and you better believe John was tearing up at the sight of it.

An example of Arthur's teasing to John is of whenever he lets himself wear anything pink or has pigtails for his hair. So, Arthur goes around and calls him 'Princess Marston' for most of that time. He doesn't care if it's in private or public, he's going to tease his baby brother. Like, "oh, please gather around for the royal entrance of princess marston!' or 'please, let the royal princess pick and choose as he pleases, he's the only royal here'

#agere fandom #agere headcanons #fandom agere #fandom headcanons #cw dips #red dead redemption agere #rdr2 agere #john marston #the grumpy boy!!#i love him so so much #hes so #njdsfsobkjf #and hes so younger brother material LAMO #anyways he!!#also most of the hcs come from me and my moot talkin randomly abt john LAMO #thats where the 'princess marston' and newborn stuff came from LOLLL

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jacksdinonuggets · 4 months

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Save Me From The Dark

Summary: Amity is kidnapped by two crooks who take her for ransom and blackmail. Lilith comes to save her baby and helps comfort her when she regresses.

Please, do NOT associate this with bdsm. Its just whump mixed with cute regression stuff.

DNI: anyone who sexualizes diapers, age regression, and kids

Amity was walking out of hexside as classes just ended. She was excited as she would have her lessons with Lilith later. However, there seemed to be coven guards in front of the school. She tried to walk past them but they stepped into her path.

“You're Lilith Clawthorne's apprentice, right?” One of the guard's asked her.

“Y-yeah, is there something wrong?” Amity asked, fidgeting with her fingers. She was a bit nervous around the guards when Lilith wasn't around. It made her feel vulnerable.

“The Emperor has requested to see you, follow us,” The guard replied.

Amity wasn't sure she should. Wouldn't Lilith bring her to see the Emperor if he requested for her? But then again, she's probably busy and just sent the guards. But why would the Emperor want to see her? That was strange.

“Why does he want to see me?” she asked.

“He didn't exactly tell us, but I heard there was a very important position open that needs to be filled and he's asking for teen prodigies to perhaps fill it,” The guard explained. This piqued Amity's interest. Maybe if she was important within the castle, her mother would finally be proud of her!

“Uh, Alright,” Amity followed the two.

The guards had led her to the woods, claiming there was a shortcut. This made her a bit skeptical but focused on how amazed her mother would be if she got this position. Soon, they led her to a clearing with a big, prison carriage. She was confused for a moment and was about to ask what was going on, until one of the “guards” undid their illusion, revealing their criminal looks. She was about to scream for help, now that she realized she was set up, when the other guard came up from behind her and shoved a gag to her mouth and pulled back. Muffled cries came from Amity before she was knocked out and put into a carriage.

When Amity awoke again, she found herself in a prison cell in what seemed to be a cave or badly unfinished basement. She rubbed her eyes but found handcuffs attached to her wrists. She looked more and found one ankle was cuffed and chained to the wall. She tried to move but found herself to be extremely sore. Her wrists were covered in bruises, Likely from being dragged by the handcuffs.

She looked around more to get a gist of her surroundings. There was a small bucket in the corner of the cell which made her cringe. But it was the only thing there. Beyond the bars was a small hallway room. Her heart beat fast as she realized what was going on.

She was kidnapped. The thought of that made her extremely distressed. She looked around again, trying to find Lilith, but she wasn't there. She more scared she got, the more anxiety bubbled up in her stomach and chest. Nausea overcame her and she threw up onto the cell floor. It didn't help and she was now crying. She was all alone in a dark cell without Lilith or any safety.

…

Lilith was in her cottage, tidying up the place. Amity's “room”, for the weekends she stayed over at, was very messy from the last time they were there. All of her little stuff was spilled onto the floor and the bed was unmade.

But as Lilith was cleaning the room, a crow came flying in from the window. She wasn't expecting a call but picked it up anyways.

“Lilith Clawthorne speaking,” she answered.

“We have your apprentice,” The voice on the other side of the line spoke in their ominous voice.

Lilith almost dropped the crow. She softly audibly gasped. Her heart felt like it dropped to her stomach.

“You have 48 hours to step-down as coven leader, and bring 250,000 snails to the cave 674 feet west from hexside, or your apprentice gets it. We have chains, bats, knives, needles, you name it, we probably have it, ” the guy on the line mercilessly says.

Lilith then comes to her senses and realizes it might just be another scam.

“How do I know you really have her?” She retorted.

The man audibly groaned and went somewhere with the crow. There was a couple of shuffling and a door could be heard being slammed open and sounds of wails took up the room. Lilith heard the man stomp down a staircase with heavy footsteps and the crying seemed to get worse.

“Tell your mentor how you're doing,” the man demanded as he held the crow to the cell.

“L-l-Lilith? M-mama? I'm scared, I wanna go home,” Amity croaked from the sobs. Now Lilith knew this was real. The poor kid was probably experiencing so much and likely was having traumatic triggers from the loud noises the kidnappers were making.

“Weird ass kid…” the guy muttered under his breath. He then hung up the call before Lilith could even say anything else.

Lilith stood in shock for a moment, letting a tear run down her face. After getting herself together, she called for her palisman and alerted her squad about what happened. She made a plan to get her apprentice back and arrest the two who kidnapped her.

She made her way to Hexside and tried her best to follow the instructions the people gave her. She counted her steps and found the cave. After alerting the squad where the area was and telling them to wait outside, she went in.

The cave turned into a long hallway after a moment of walking. It started to look like a small dungeon rather than a cave. She gulped, clutching her staff. She had to be strong and find her apprentice. She went down another hallway, seeing what seemed to be a meeting room area. It wasn’t a nice looking room and was all made of stone and looked unsanitary. She didn’t stay in thought long as she heard footsteps coming towards the room. She hid to the side of the door, ready to strike down the people who took her dau- apprentice.

As the two walked into the room, Lilith pounced onto them, smacking them her staff and casting a sleep spell onto them. They had not seen it coming and weren't on guard. They collapsed to the floor. Lilith put handcuffs onto them before calling her squad back to take care of them.

The criminals were very much not the best. They weren't at all “super villain” like, so it was easy to apprehend them.

Once that was done, she began to search for Amity. they were fully unconscious, Lilith booked it to find where amity was. She knew that during the call, the man was walking down steps, so she looked in every room to find steps. Eventually, a door she found look like it led to a basement area. There was crying noises and Lilith immediately knew where she was. She hurried down the stairs and ran down the hallway, where she found to her left, a cell with a small, curled up girl in it, crying.

“Amity, sweetie, I’m here, everything’s okay,” Lilith promised her from behind the bars separating them.

“M-mamy?” Amity whimpered, looking up. After seeing her caregiver, she cried and tried to reach out to her but was stuck from the chains.

“I’m scared!” She cried out. As she wailed and bawled, Lilith broke down the bars. She stepped around the puddle of vomit before hugging her little one.

“It's okay, now, you’re alright, I’m here, everything is going to be okay,” she tucked Amity’s head into her shoulder blade and held her tight.

Amity was crying her eyes out into Lilith’s chest, shoulder area. Processing what had just happened was really hard for her. Not only was she terrified, but she had also slipped.

“Lets get out of here, sweet flea. I’ll clean you up, change you into a nice onesie, and then we can cuddle with your stuffies, okay?” Lilith proposed. Amity stared up at her with longing, childlike, eyes. After using advanced magic to undo the cuffs on her wrists and leg, she used all her might to lift the girl up. Lilith wasn’t very strong and could barely lift up 70 pounds and Amity was at least 100.

Lilith comforted Amity and hugged tightly to her shoulder blade area as they walked out of the dungeon, passing the coven guards taking the kidnappers into a prison cart. She held her in her lap while she flew to her cottage. She really needed to get a staff-seat for Amity, with how often the girl regressed.

She carried Amity up to the bathroom once they got there. As she ran the bath, she helped Amity get out of her dirty clothes. It was a bit awkward but only for Lilith, as Amity was very deep in her small headspace and didn’t really get embarrassed.

Lilith cleaned her up and scrubbed soft baby soap onto her while she played with the bath toys. Finally, after about 15 minutes, Lilith dried Amity off and helped her get changed. For now, the girl was in a t-shirt and pajama pants so Lilith could heal the bruises. She brought her into her room so they could do it. It scared her when she had to heal her wounds but soon, she felt brave enough to get the healing done.

“Good job, Amity! You were such a brave girl, today, I believe you deserve-” Lilith held her hands out in front of her and reached one hand behind her ear, and pulled out- “A sticker!”

Amity giggled and clapped happily at the magic trick as Lilith put the sticker on her shirt. The green haired girl hugged her and grabbed onto her arms with her smol baby hands (amity has canonically smol baby hands).

Lilith grabbed the purple pacifier and put it into Amity’s mouth. She rocked her back and forth and played with hair. Amity yawned cutely and soon fell asleep on her lap. When she was sure Amity wouldn’t wake up, she tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight.

The next few hours went by pretty smoothly. Lilith knew Amity would most likely be small when she woke up so she baby-proofed the house a bit. Once everything was pretty safe, she decided to check up on the sleeping girl to make sure everything was okay. She knew she worried too much but could you blame her? Her little was just taken by two assholes.

However, when Lilith got up to Amity’s bedroom, she noticed shuffling noises coming from it. She pushed the door open and saw Amity, thrashing in her sleep, whimpering and crying. Her breathing was rapid and uneven. Lilith was about to wake her up when Amity shot up and wailed, now fully awake. Unfortunately, the nightmare had really spooked her because right when woke up screaming, she had an accident. She didn’t even notice at first, it just happened.

Her nightmare was a horrible one. She was trapped in that cell again, but this time, her parents were there. They were forbidding her from seeing Lilith and yelled angrily at her.She then found herself being dragged by the two men by a chain and thrown into a pitch black, small closet. She was horrified by small, dark places. She banged on the door, begging to be let out. She screamed and cried all she could before Lilith woke her up.

“Sh, shh, it’s okay, Mittens, you’re okay!” Lilith tried to calm her down. She hugged her tightly and rocked her back and forth as she bawled her eyes out.

“It was just a dream, I’m here, don’t worry, I’m here,” She assured Amity as she petted her head and cuddled her.

Amity began to calm down from her nightmare after a little bit. However, now that she was calm, she noticed that her bed sheets were wet and her private area was uncomfortably sodden. It was absolutely mortifying and messed with her sensory issues.

“I’m sowry, I’m sowry, I’m sowry,” Blubbered Amity over and over as she buried her head in fear into Lilith’s chest. She didn’t mean for it to happen.

“It’s alright, dear, I’m not mad. Most toddlers have night-time accidents, it's nothing to be ashamed of,” consoled Lilith. Even though she was a tad bit annoyed that she might need to deep clean the mattress, she made sure her annoyance wasn’t shown. If it was, it would make Amity feel really bad and she already knew how bad she felt.

“Why don’t we get you changed? I bought protection just in case since you tend to regress really tiny,” she proposed. Amity nodded, wanting to get out of her itchy clothing.

Lilith picked up and carried her to the bathroom where she had the stuff. She set her down on the bathroom floor and was about to go back to the room to grab her a new onesie, when Amity pouted and whimpered.

“I don’ wan you to leave!” She sniffled. Being away from Lilith during the incident made her never want to leave her mentor’s side. What if she was taken again?!

“I know but Mama can’t hold you while getting your onesie,” Lilith tried to soothe her. Amity was still upset but let Lilith go. She was still counting how long it was taking and she was getting worried, even though Lilith was only gone for 10 seconds.

Lilith came in a couple seconds later with her footy cat onesie. Once Amity realized she came back, she crawled to her and hugged her leg tightly.

“Hey, its okay, sweetie, Mommy’s here,” Lilith ruffled her hair lightly as she hugged her leg tighter.

“Can I help you get changed? You can’t sit in dirty clothes much longer or you could get a rash,” Lilith counseled. Amity nodded and went to lie down on the floor. When she was finished and secured the padding on her waist, she helped her step into her footie pajamas since it was too cold out for her to be in just a diaper and shirt. Amity rubbed her eyes, still being very tired.

Then she walked into the bedroom, with Amity sitting on the floor, Lilith stripped the bedding off and threw them into the hamper before carrying the small, sleepy girl into her bedroom.

She tucked her in and was about to leave, when she felt a tug on her wrist.

“Don’t ‘eave me,” Amity pouted from behind her pacifier. Lilith sighed. Amity really needed a nap and Lilith needed to get some work done and start on dinner. But if she needed to be there for her little, then she’ll be there.

“Okay, little one,” Lilith sat next to her one the bed and played with her hair. She massaged her scalp and snuggled with her until she could hear the soft, small snores. She hoped that no nightmares would plague her mind again. She knew what it was like to have nightmares so bad that they cause accidents. She used to have a lot when she was younger and even some now. Hopefully though, Amity can recover and be little as long as she needs without any scares or being distressed.

#sfw agere #age regression #toh agere #the owl house age regression #agere fanfic #agere writing #sfw diaper wearing #sfw littlespace #little amity #cg lilith #toh age regression #the owl house agere #the owl house fanfiction #whump writing

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starksvinyls · 1 year

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Title: A Bad Day Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, DDlb, Diapers, Wetting, Crying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Peter has a bad day. Notes: for @ageplay-may and the Sugar prompt for day 3: "a bad day" AO3 Link

Peter woke up with a wet pull-up, that was how it all started. Daddy had said that if he went one whole month without waking up wet, then he could go to bed in his big boy undies. It was day 23. He had been so close and Peter wanted to cry at how unfair it was!

When Daddy came in, it only took one look at Peter’s tear filled eyes for him to know what had happened.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay.” Tony came over and unlatched the side of his baby’s crib and helped Peter to climb out. “We’ll get you all cleaned up.”

Since he had just taken a bath the night before, Daddy let him get in the shower and helped him to just wash off his peepee and his thighs. After, he was dried off and dressed in some shorts overalls and a Star Wars shirt, and then it was time for breakfast.

Peter loved breakfast! Daddy always bought him Lucky Charms - his favoritist cereal. A bowl was set down in front of him once Peter had sat down at the table and he dug in, milk dribbling down his chin that he wiped away with the back of his hand. Daddy chuckled and came over with a paper towel.

“So messy,” He teased, wiping Peter’s chin.

Giggling, Peter went back to his cereal, but the bowl was suddenly tipping, spilling milk and cereal all over the table, it running towards him. Daddy quickly pulled his chair back to avoid any of the milk getting on Peter, and then went to pick up the bowl. He didn’t understand what had happened, had his spoon hit it?

Tears began to well up in Peter’s eyes. “‘M sorry, Daddy!”

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Daddy assured. “Accidents happen.”

Daddy was kneeling on the ground, wiping up all the spilled milk that had dripped into the floor. Peter just sat in the chair, out of the way like Daddy always said. Peter wanted to help, but he usually just ended up making the mess messier. Once it all was all cleaned up, including the table, Peter got up to push his chair back over to the table and then pouted at Daddy.

“Can i have some more cereal? Please?”

“Sorry, bud, we’re all out, that was the last of it.” Daddy said gently. “How about I make you a fried egg and bologna sandwich?”

Peter nodded dejectedly. He liked fried egg and bologna sandwiches, but it wasn’t his Lucky Charms.

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By the afternoon, Peter had had enough of this day. After breakfast, he had lab time with Daddy where he burned is finger. Then, during lunch, Peter accidentally bit his cheek while chewing. During coloring time, his favorite green crayon broke, and then the pink one did, too.

It was nap time, now, and Peter had to be put into a pull-up. He hated that, even though Daddy said that wasn’t a nice thing to say. But it was true! Peter stomped into his room, Daddy calling after him.

“Hey, no heavy feet, mister!” A second later Daddy appeared in the doorway of his room. “You know better than that.”

Peter did know better than that, he knew stomping around wasn’t going to make him feel better; he and Daddy talked about that sometimes when Peter was upset. He had done something Daddy said he shouldn’t do and he was thinking mean thoughts and nothing was going right today! Before he knew it, Peter burst into tears, head thrown back as he wailed.

“Oh, honey, hey!” Daddy rushed forward, cooing. “It’s okay, Daddy’s not mad, I just don’t want you to stomp around, okay?”

“D-daddy! I can’t wear my big boy undies and the crayons and the milk and my finger and my cheek, Daddy! And it was the green and pink crayons and…” Peter cried harder, bringing his hands up to rub his fists over his eyes.

“You’re having a bad day, huh, bud?” Daddy coaxed Peter over to the corner where the rocking chair was.

Peter climbed into Daddy’s lap the second he was sat down. He tucked his face into Daddy’s shoulder, his own shaking with his hitched breath as he continued to cry.

“Shh, honey, it’s okay.” Daddy rubbed his back. “It’s been a bad day, and you’re tired, I know. But everything is going to be okay.”

They rocked for awhile, Peter’s tears slowly drying up as he began to drift off to sleep. Before he could get too far, Daddy gently helped him up and guided Peter over to his crib. Once nice and cozy inside, his favorite bear tucked under his arm, Peter was finally able to slip off into dream land, and with it all his icky moments from the day disappeared.

#agepl4y may 2023 #starker #ironspider #starker fic #starksvinyls fic #*ageplay

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pampergirlbtsbtsbtsbtsvvvv · 12 days

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messy pamper pic?

#messy nappy #poop diaper #soggy bottom #ab/dl lifestyle #teen diaper #ab/dl diaper #ab/dl blog #abdreams

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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I keep thinking of Sae who reflects on his past now that he's in his late 20's. Maybe you were his first and only girlfriend because he could never truly get over you.

In his youth he was cruel and uncaring. He's still pretty cold now but it's mellowed out. He remembers you begging for him to come to some of your events and he flat out denied doing it because he was tired from practice or thought it was stupid.

He remembers your favorite flowers and favorite color. He remembers how you take your coffee and how you like your bagels with blueberries on the side. He thinks back to how you light up his life with out-of-tuned humming and messy paintings.

Then he looks back at himself now in his late 20's and still thinking about his late teens - early 20's because you were in them. He realizes how even after you left he kept the painting, some of them are faded due to time but its still valuable to him. He still checks in on certain drama series to see if they have a new season because he remembers you sitting on the couch urging him to watch it with you. How you would look so peaceful on the couch watching something he thought was utterly ridiculous at that time. Now he can see the charm to the show.

His curtains are still dark blue with cute patterns on it instead of pure black because you chose those curtains together. Though he still thinks black curtains are more efficient in keeping the sunlight out, he keeps the dark blue ones instead because they are one of the few pieces of you that remain.

He looks at your soical media and feels a aching kind of relief. He knows you've moved on, he can see it. Your smile reaches your eyes again and you look healthier than ever before. He's relieved that life is treating you well. But at the same time it hurts. To see how you've forgotten him so easily while he lays awake at night thinking of you. He see you post abouting going to the café you had your first date with him in, and instead of him there's another man. It hurts to see you smile so bright and know that he lost his chance.

He feels bad and knows it wrong to be hurt, but emotions sadly aren't that logical.

Finally when fate connects you two again he's hurt by the ring on your finger and the diapers in your shopping cart. But he's so glad you weren't agonizing over the past and possible what ifs like he was. So he returns your polite smile and finally starts looking forward again.

-🍀

Clover! See this is one of the reasons i say that Sae is one of the worst people to go in a relationship for- until he reaches his mid twenties and he knows that he was in the wrong.

Not beta read -

"Would you come to see me on stage, Sae?" you asked, handing a pamphlet to your play. "Mhm hm. I'll see." is all he says. such had been the routine over the weeks. 'Sae, do you want to help me go over my lines?' "Don't have the time for it." It was time before you had stopped asking him and he had gone about his life, football starting take priority again, until he had eventually stopped thinking about you. It didn't hurt him when you had stopped asking him to come to your performances, it didn't hurt him when you were cold to him neither did it hurt to hear that things weren't working anymore between the two of you when you had closed the door behind you, the space that you shared with him only having his things.

Sae was numb while you were there with him, only to have the after effect of the pain return when you were gone. It first started with the nightmares of not having you, then came the formalities; an aspiring actress posing with one of the best football players the world had to offer, the cameras not knowing that they were something more than that to each other as the flash went off. Sae still keeps memories of you, like the chipped mug in the corner of the room or the flounder plush you had bought for him as gag gift or the scented candles that he would buy subconsciously only to sneer down at it when he returned home. Was he missing you? He was in denial at first, the second being that of regret - wondering what he could have done to change the outcome or done to make you stay, the third being that of acceptance as he saw your engagement to his teammate.

You were probably the first serious love Sae ever had, and the only one that slipped through his fingers be cause he let you go.

[Istg- the angst is so immaculate. And you gave spoilers away for true north- you guys are really out here predicting me. >.<]

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : 🍀 anon #belle.🥛

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