adventuresofprincessandbeans

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

TUTOR

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader

Words: 2,394

Warnings: dd/lg themes

Summary: An unexpected arrangement has you getting all worked up and worried, and you can't help but breakdown at the undesirable notion.

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A tutor.

A woman who uncoincidentally happens to be your own kindergarten teacher. Miranda. That icky encounter had been swallowed in time. The interaction had transpired months ago, and yet here you stand. It seems that – somehow – your daddy had taken her offer rather seriously.

“But why?”

“It’s a good thing,” prompted dada as you lingered like a shadow to his side. “There’s nothing wrong with having extra help.”

Watching as he prepared the dining room table with all your various bits of learning books and materials, you can’t help but frown in disappointment. It’s early morning and the middle of the week. You’d hoped to have an easy day – alone and unbothered.

“But I don’t need help,” you tried to explain. Reaching into your small backpack, you pulled out the laminated report card; covered in golden star stickers. “Look! See, I’m smart.”

“Sweetie,” smiled dada. “I never said you weren’t smart.”

A sudden rattle on the front door interrupted your fruitless attempt to change his mind. It upset you that this arrangement hadn’t been mentioned before today. Your daddies had simply and seemingly gone out of their way to invite this woman into your home.

“Got it!” called daddy as he emerged from the garage.

A feminine voice echoed down the hall, but they’re too muffled for you to make out the specifics of their pleasantries. Your hands balled into tiny fists as soon as you saw her sweet face. As always, she stood refreshingly beautiful; with curled blonde hair and a rather cute sundress.

“I’m tired,” you grumbled beneath your breath. Miranda and your daddy neared with wide smiles and you hated to see how well they’re already mingling. Crossing your arms, your lips pursed in a silent stance of refusal. “I don’t want to learn.”

“Please behave,” asked dada with a pat of your head. “She’s come all this way to see you today.”

Turning your back as soon as your dada joined the conversation, you felt what he’d said to be a lie. Miranda hadn’t come this far to see the likes of you – only your daddies. Sitting at the table in a huff of annoyance, their continuous chit-chat gave you the time to look her up and down.

Elegant.

Simple.

The off-white spaghetti strap dress rests just above the knee, leaving her tan arms and slender legs on display. Those blue eyes sparkled in their direction like twin oceans, whilst her lips glistened like two glazed cherries. The image sparks frustration and ample jealousy.

“Well,” nodded dada toward your direction. “We have everything set up over here – just a few activities to start. We thought we might keep it light and fun.”

“That’s a great idea!” chirped Miranda.

“Keira?” said dada as they came over. The three adults gazed down in your direction, which would have made you feel small and vulnerable, only you’re all too caught up in your own annoyance to care. “Keira, why don’t you say good morning to Miranda.”

“Hello,” you muttered simply.

Dada gave your teacher a sympathetic look, as if somehow needing to apologise for your withdrawn behaviour. The gesture only inflates your frustration, but also adds a pang of guilt. Despite your sour mood, you’re not normally a rude or unhappy girl.

You’re just suspicious and protective.

There’s been countless women like her – beautiful and young – who’ve all tried to drive themselves into your small family. They’ll do and say anything to be that woman; wedged between two strong and independent men. Although your daddies are wary of outsiders, you still sometimes need to remember – not everyone is the same.

“It’s been a rough morning,” muttered dada. “I’m sure once the two of you get started, she’ll come around.”

“Perfectly understandable,” she laughed with a playful wink in your direction. “The mornings aren’t my favourite either.”

Diverting your attention, you tried not to roll your eyes as you went to pick and nudge at the books and stationery on the table. You’re bored and you don’t want to be here, but you know there’s no escaping this little session your daddies have organised.

“Are we going to start?” you blurted with haste. The three of them have been talking for far too long and it’s about time you got started. The quicker you begin, the quicker your tutor can leave you and your family alone. “I’m ready.”

“Right,” uttered daddy with a clear of his throat. “We’ll leave you to it then. Steve?”

“If you need anything at all,” added dada. “Please let us know. We won’t be too far.”

“Thank you, Mister Rogers.”

“Please, you can call me Steve.”

It’s the icing on the cake. A simple pleasantry that made your body grow hot and eyes strain as they bore directly at the table. The intensity could’ve easily burnt a hole through the earth. Every inch of you wanted to scream with how intimate he’d sounded.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

The figure settling from across the table caused you to snap out of your intense fit. Miranda is all too comfortable in her seat, with that wide smile beaming in your direction. It makes you wince, as if the sun had torn into your eyes. If only you could block her out entirely.

“What are going to teach me?” you asked whilst grabbing a pencil for your notebook. The led tip dug straight into the paper in a bold squiggle. You’re not drawing anything in particular; you’re just trying to vent your frustration. Anything to take your mind off of this torture. 

“That’s a great question. I was thinking we could continue with our flashcards from the classroom,” she suggested while reaching into her satchel bag. Plucking out a deck of learning cards, she quickly unpacked them with a shuffle. “You seemed to really enjoy these.”

You stated blandly, “That’s because they’re easy.”

“Okay,” she paused mid shuffle. “Then if you like, we could start working on your project? Have you picked a theme for your collage?”

“No.”

“Would you like some ideas?”

“No.”

“Alright. Then why don’t you tell me what you’d like my help with?”

“I don’t need your help.”

Miranda stared at you with that glistening gaze, before leaning back in her seat. There isn’t an ounce of anger on her face, but you know there must be something going through her mind. It’s suddenly rather quiet. Glancing to your side, you realised your daddies have long since gone.

“Is there something you’d like to talk about?” she asked sincerely, before leaning in to rest her arms on the table. “You don’t seem to like me very much these days. What’s wrong?”

The accusation makes your heart skip and teeth clench. You weren’t expecting her to be so forward and inquisitive. This confrontation isn’t something you want to engage. Standing up, the legs of your chair scrape the floor like nails against a chalkboard.

“Keira? Wait.”

Miranda perks at your disregard and forceful exit. Reaching out a hand, she tries to coax you into sitting back down. Shrugging her away, you’d rather not stay and play her game of interrogation. You shouldn’t have to explain yourself or point out the obviousness of the situation.

“Keira, please sit down. We aren’t finished for the morning.”

Your eyes narrow, “I don’t want to do this.”

“I know you don’t want to but we’re here to learn. Okay? Now we need to sit back down so we can talk things over. You can play and rest after we’ve done some learning.”

“No!” you bellowed. “You don’t get to tell me what to do! You’re not my mother.”

“Sweetie, I’m not trying –.”

“Just stop it,” you hissed with a stomp. Even as you groaned and carried on, she simply wouldn’t stop trying to calm you down. Getting up from her seat, Miranda went to reach for you again, only for you to shove her away. “Stop it! Just – Just shut up!”

A blister of tears welled in your eyes and within a matter of seconds, you’re left blind. All you can see are the blurry shapes morphing nearby, as well as a smudge of Miranda’s golden locks. Knocking the learning books and stationery off the table, you begin to fit and cry aloud.  

Miranda tried to explain amidst her shock, “– it just came on. I’m not sure.”

The depth of your sadness and anger reached so far as to rattle your chest and scratch the back of your throat. You can barely move with the haze of tears and trembling of your own body. Taking a few steps, you were caught as a pair of strong arms reeled you into their embrace.

“Hey, kittie. What’s the matter?” cooed dada as he brushed away your steady flow of tears. The sound of his voice surprisingly brought little comfort. Shrugging out of his hold, you pushed him in the chest with another loud cry.

“I d-don’t want her to be my m-mommy!”

“Sweetheart,” pried Miranda. “That’s not –.”

“I don’t!”

Rubbing your eyes, the wet sting only makes you weep more. The emotions are overwhelming and can’t seem to stop. You can barely think or breath with the choked sobs quaking your every fabric. This horrid state has suddenly erupted like a dormant volcano.

Explosive.

It’s been months since you last cried this hard. The last being the time you’d lost your bunny. A time both equally exhausting and dreadful for all involved in her search. However, this latest episode of hysterics is all on you and your own conspiracist of a mind.

You hate change as much as a cat hates water.

A strong set of hands pluck you from the ground to settle you on their hip. You know by the gentle hum of his body and smell of spiced cologne that it’s daddy. “Don’t what?” he asked whilst jogging you on his side. “What don’t you want?”

Tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, daddy waited for a response. Swallowing your tender and parched throat, you tried to control the sob induced hiccups so you could finally speak. But they refused to leave as the words came out a choppy mess.

“A m-mommy,” you answered. “I d-don’t w-want –.”

“Okay,” he interjected. “Calm down. Take a deep breath.”

Heeding with a shaky breath, you could hear hushed whispers being exchanged in the distance. Dada is standing with the tutor as they both looked on with worried expression. A mix of guilt and regret swirled to make you sadder, but a quick snap of two metal fingers drew you back down.

“Look at me. Nice calm breaths,” instructed daddy with a grab of tissue. Wiping all over your face, he gently tried to fix the alarming mess you’d created. “Now, tell me what’s really wrong. Why are you crying?”

“The teacher,” you sniffled.

“It’s okay,” he stated with a simple shake of his head. Daddy nodded toward the two adults who’d made their way into the kitchen. Miranda worriedly cradled a glass of water. “Miranda isn’t here to be your mommy. She’s here to help you learn.”

“B-but s-she’s –.”

“She’s married, Kittie.”

In an instant you froze. The words failing to compute with your brain. The notion of your tutor being a married woman had never once crossed your silly little mind. The truth of it sunk into you like a heavy bag of bricks; weighing you down with shame.

“W-what?”

“She has a husband,” he reassured. “She’s not here to steal us away and she certainly isn’t trying to be your mommy. Okay?”

“B-but she’s so nice – and pretty.”

“Kitty,” he sighed with a pointed look. “You need to go and apologise.”

Lowering your gaze, you tuck your head against his shoulder in both embarrassment and upset. Even after being told that she’s a taken woman, you still somehow wonder if she has ulterior motives. You can’t know for sure. The world and its rules aren’t that simple and morals barely exist.

“B-but –.”

“No buts,” said daddy as he lowered you down on your own two feet. “You’ve made her upset, and for no good reason.”

Immediately, you want to run away and hide in your room. In your mind, there was a reason. It just might not have been a reason to justify your actions. Stiffening within your daddy’s hold, he steered you by the shoulders towards the kitchen.

“What do we say, Keira?”

“Please, it’s okay. Really,” excused Miranda. Setting down her glass of water, she tried to affirm the two burly men. “She doesn’t have to apologise.”

“Yes, she does.” Daddy tapped your shoulder causing you to shuffle a few inches forward. Fiddling with the hem of your clothing, you pursed your lips in nervousness. “Use your words and apologise to your teacher.”

“Sorry.”

“What are we sorry for?” prompted dada with a nod.

“I’m sorry for being mean to you and y-yelling. It’s not nice – and you’re nice to me.”

Miranda knelt down in front of you, the skirt of her dress splaying around her like a heavenly halo. It made you think, the man she’s married to must be the luckiest one in the world. Presenting you with a warm and wide smile, you caught the scent of her floral perfume; like a bed of fresh summer flowers.

“Thank you for your apology,” she uttered softly before taking your hands in her own. “But I know you didn’t mean it. You’re only being brave and protective – and that’s okay.”

Peering into her crystal orbs, your release the breath you’ve been holding in relief. The simple string of words finally made you feel understood, rather than pushed aside and buried. Your daddies don’t always understand and neither do some adults, and so this moment is unlike no other - special.

“Would you like to come and sit with me?” she asked with a gesture to the kitchen table. “You can tell me what you would like to do for today, and that’s what we’ll do.”

“Colouring?” you muttered.

Miranda glanced up at your daddies for their subtle permission, before she was able to smile and nod in agreement. Reaching out for her, you flexed you fingers in a grabbing motion until she took your hand. Together, you situated yourselves back at the table and happier than before.

A lesson learnt.  

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

TAG, YOU'RE IT

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader

Words: 2,190

Warnings: dd/lg themes and stranger danger

Summary: An adventurous evening at the local playground turns into an unwanted encounter with a stranger.

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There’s a gentle breeze in the air.

A subtle motion that keeps the warmth of the summer rays at bay. It’s a beautiful day to be outside; with the sky all cloudy and blue. It makes to be an even better evening when it comes to visiting the local playground. A park for likened littles to adventure and socialise.

“Tag, you’re it!”

The eager touch of your hand against the boy’s shoulder gave way to your pitched giggle of victory. This game of a chase may be with a group of unfamiliar littles, but it must be undoubtedly the most fun you’ve had all week. An unexpected spot of light hearted spontaneity

Despite your worn calves and the subtle burn within your panting lungs, the exhilaration of the moment quickly subsided the pain. The boy you’d tagged halted with a groan of defeat before turning to give chase. You were quick to turn and take flight in the opposite direction.

He bellowed, “I’m coming to get you!”

“No, you’re not!” shouted one of the girls. “I’m too quick!”

Climbing up the obstacle wall made of knotted rope, you pulled yourself up to the tallest platform of the playground. The height gave you a perfect vantage point to see all the caretakers, as well as your daddy; all of them sitting along the perimeter of seats and benches.

You waved, “Hi daddy!”

Sitting with one foot resting on his knee, he sported a navy baseball cap and sunglasses. Daddy responded with a gentle wave in return. You can see the smile stretch along his stubbled face. Giggling as you leant back, you turned at the squeal of one of littles getting re-tagged.

“Got you!” the boy snickered.

“That’s not fair,” she moped on the soft bark covered ground. Getting up with a scowl, she dusted her dirtied knees. “I fell! You cheated!”

“No, I didn’t!”

Their bickering continued for only a minute more before they decided to resume their game. These spats of drama are always so fickle. It’s almost always guaranteed that every little is going to be just as spirited; with a fluttering flair for the dramatics.

Plopping down on your backside, you situated yourself on the very top of the bright yellow slide. The heated plastic is warm against your skin. It’s your favourite plaything at the park – besides the twirly red pole – but that slippery ride always makes your head feel dizzy.

Pushing yourself down, a rush of air swept through your long hair as you laughed all the way down. It’s a quick rush, to which you could never grow bored. Catching your breath with a puff, you immediately rushed to get back to its peak; only to do it all over again.

The simple game of chase had all since left your mind.

Climbing up the many platforms to reach the top, you looked through the set of binoculars welded onto the handrail. It always makes you feel like a spy – just like the movies – and right now you spy your daddy conversing with one of the mothers. An older woman who you know to be the carer of the snickering little boy.  

Their mingling didn’t bother you.

Headed to the opposite side of the playground, the trees shaded the whirly red pole; which spiralled down to a box of shallow sand. It’s somewhat cooler on this side and partially hidden from the view of the carers. Wiping your palms against your stockings, you’ve always hated the way the moister would sometimes make you stick and stutter on your descent.

“Here we go,” you muttered whilst gripping the red pole. “It’ll be fun.”

The whirly ride doesn’t just make you dizzy, but it also makes your heart skip a beat; as you’ve seen firsthand a little fall from not hanging on and swinging too far out. Stepping onto the narrow metal pole with a cautious foot, you propped yourself down with a shuffle.

This is the worst part.

The pull of gravity at it sucks you down.

Closing your eyes, you squealed as soon as you began to lose control. The earth quickly drawing you down in a whirling coil of blurry stars and motion sickness. It leaves you utterly disorientated as you eventually come slipping off the end, only to land in the soft bed of sand. 

“Ugh,” you groaned.

Shaking your head, you swallowed the dryness in your throat whilst the ground tilted and swivelled. Instantly, you regretted having given in to your guilty pleasure. Clutching hopelessly at the shifting sand beneath your braced palms, you desperately tried to grip onto any sense of balance.

“Do you need some help?”

The voice startles you back to reality. The scenery all around became as still and sharp as a marble statue. A flood of adrenaline filled your heart at how close the voice sounded. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed the man until he was right above you.  

Tilting your head, you looked up at the tall figure who’d come to block out the sun and sky. Kneeling at your side, the man’s features appear darkened and hollow. The thin glasses and sharpened cheek bones make him look especially gaunt. A cold smile revealed his crooked teeth.

The strange man reminds you of a scarecrow.

A terrifying and inanimate object that you’d once encountered in amongst a sunflower paddock. The chilling figure had scared you to pieces, as you happened upon it unexpectedly. Ever since that day, you haven’t quite enjoyed the characteristic jolly nature that scarecrows are often presented.

“Took a bit of a fall there, didn’t you?” he chuckled with a rub of your shoulder. The gesture causes you to shiver, like death had crawled down your spine. “Here. Let me help you.”

“That’s okay,” you muttered whilst shakily getting up from the sandbox. “I’m okay.”

Staring up at the slender stranger, you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly smothered by his eeriness. The way he stares is prolonged and uncomfortable. It’s as if he trying to peek inside your little soul. Biting your cheek, you tried to speak up, but the man was quick to intervene.

“Are those your friends?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you watched the others play in the distance. It’s a separation that made you suddenly aware of how far away and hidden you are from view. Nodding to the stranger, an air of awkward silence built until his stiff shoulders relaxed beneath his leather jacket.  

An itch of nervousness made you scratch at the back of your neck. As weird as the stranger is to be lingering in a playground, he’s caused you no real harm. You don’t want to kick up a fuss and cause a scene when he might just be trying to help.

“I should go now.”

“I’d like to show you something special.”

Your brows furrowed, “Special?”

He nodded back toward the tree line, “Would you like to see?”

Pursing your lips with a sceptical look, you had to stop and ponder about the possibilities of this so-called special thing. It seems all good to be true, to have a stranger emerge from the woods to offer you a gift. But then again, we do have Santa – a stranger of sorts – who comes every year.

“What is it?”

“A wonderful surprise,” he smiled with a stretch of his hand. “And I’ll make you a deal. If you really like it, then it’s all yours.”

“Okay!”

The excitement came flying from your mouth like a shot of lightening. It even made the strangers eyes widen in surprise. Holding out his hand, your fingers were just about to touch when you were forcefully pulled out of the way; the brute strength causing you to stumble a few steps back.

“D-daddy?”

In an instant, his broad and protective figure now stood enveloping what little space separated you and the thin man. Metal plates shifted and mechanics wired as daddy took the stranger by the very scruff of his neck. Daddy didn’t look back at you when he snapped an abrupt order.

“Stay here.”

“But –.”

Cut short by the stranger, the man writhed in panic whilst spewing pitched protests. There’s nothing to be done, other than to stand still and watch. Daddy swiftly hauled him toward the sparse tree line and eventually out of site. The scene reminded you of a bear as it dragged some poor animal back to its den.

“Daddy,” you cried as tears welled.

Trembling in your own abandonment, a warmth pooled down to ache within your lower belly.  The two men are gone, and all that can be heard are all the other littles laughing in the background. Your heart raced beneath your chest, then pounded the more time went by; quickly you begin to worry.

You’ve never seen him so – enraged.

The way daddy had shoved himself between you and the stranger. The way he’d grabbed the man so awfully hard before seemingly dragging him to his demise. The warm tenderness that swells within your belly nearly threatens to release into a wet puddle of fear.

“Please,” you begin to chant. “Come back.”

Emerging from the tree line – noticeably alone – daddy stalks towards you with a look that could kill, if not murder the world. Swallowing hard as he plucks you roughly from the ground, he carries you back around the playground. The woman he’d been conversing with earlier eyes us as we near the benches.

“Going already?” she queries.

“We’re done for the day,” he replied whilst slinging my backpack over his shoulder. It isn’t a sincere response, but it’s enough to somewhat fill her satisfaction. Removing her big sunglasses, her eyes brighten as she gives you a pearly white smile.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” she greeted sincerely and completely unaware of what had just transpired. “We’ll be seeing you both again soon I hope?”

Tucking your head in an effort to hide, daddy replies with a curt not and a few convincing words. The older woman seems cheerful, but something tells you that you won’t be visiting the park for a while after today. It draws some conflicting feelings of both sadness and relief.

Heading to the carpark, you weren’t granted the opportunity to say goodbye to your playmates. The way your body still silently shakes and shutters makes you think you wouldn’t be able to speak, even if you had the chance. The ordeal had left you utterly shocked.

Daddy settled you into the backseat of the car, but made no attempt to buckle you in as he sifted through your backpack. Retrieving an orange juice box, he pierced the seal with a pop of the straw before offering it to you with gentle sigh.

“Here.”

Taking it from him, he stood and watched as you took a few small sips. His tan fingers ran caressingly along the top of your soft but frayed hair. The brushing touch is comforting and the sweetness of the orange juice soothing as it eases your nerves.

“You know,” he started gently. “We don’t talk to strangers.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” he said whilst reaching for your seat belt. “But rules are made for a reason. They keep you out of trouble – and most of all – they keep you safe.”

“I d-dn’t think he would hurt me,” you jittered. “He said he h-had something special.”

Daddy’s brows furrow before narrowing with a darkened tinge of his grey irises. There’s something bad and grim brewing inside his mind – you know it – but he’s quick to hide it. Leaning in, his large and radiating self-envelopes you whilst he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“From now on, you stay where we can see you. No wandering off and no more talking to strangers. Alright?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

Closing your car door, he climbed into the driver’s side to start the engine. The rumble gave way to the radio’s afternoon chatter of evening news. The hosts mindless banter fails to take your thoughts from the stranger. You’re still wondering. You’re still questioning.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

Eyeing him through the rearview mirror, you pause; not quite sure if you should ask the question. A part of you already knows he won’t tell you the truth. Daddy would never seek to blacken your pink heart or tarnish your innocent mind with such descriptions, but you simply had to ask.

“What did you do to that man?”

Daddy locked eyes with you in the mirror before turning his attention back to the road. He replied as simply and honestly as he could, and in a manner, you already knew he would respond. Tightening his grip around the steering wheel, his fingers then flexed in a release of tension.

You can see his pale knuckles are scuffed, whilst the blow of the air-conditioner seems to emit the damp scent of soil and slight tang of copper. There’s no denying you can be naïve at times, but all your senses are heightened with drips of waning adrenaline. The details are coming together like pieces of a puzzle.

“I didn’t do anything he didn’t deserve.”

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I just fell. I know a random start but when I was playing outside I fell and hurt my knee and it bleeded 😥 maybe you can do the same with daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter (Tom Peter) where the reader fell and it bleeded so her dada Steve toke care of it and put a cute little unicorn plaster (I'm not sure how it calls bc English is not my native Language) and she is still crying when they got out of the bathroom and daddy Bucky but her in his lap and hug her and little petie comes to the reader and put a kiss on the hurting knee and says "that makes u feel bwtter"

🩹<---- I mean this thing

Kisses make it better

(GIFs not mine)

The Super Soldiers Little Angels au

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, hurt knee, mentions of blood, fluff, comfort

A/n: Hey guys 🤗 I'm really sorry for the lack of fics, I had a writersblock and have been struggling with family drama (ya know the usual 🤙🏻) anyway, I hope I overcame it now and can spoil you with fics again 💜

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It was a beautiful day outside so Steve and Bucky decided to take you and Peter to the compound so you could play outside with other littles from the Avengers group.

At the compound were so many fun things to do and with how much space they have you can find activities literally everywhere.

Now you were running around a play structure with Kate while Peter was chasing you both. It was all fun and games until you tripped over your own foot and fell on the rubber ground that was around the structure.

It all happened so quickly that it took you a few seconds to now feel the pain that was coming from your knees, tears already blurring your vision before you could even take a look at it.

Peter was a second later beside you, trying desperately to figure out what was wrong when he saw your bruised knees and quickly jumped into action.

"I go get daddies!" he said and rushed off to where all the caregivers were sitting and talking.

Meanwhile, poor Kate was trying as hard as she could to comfort you, Peter would most definitely almost suffocate you in a hug, Kate only rubbed your back, assuring you that Peter will be back soon with your daddies and it did comfort you in a way.

Soon enough you saw Peter coming back with Steve jogging after him and he quickly knelt beside you.

"Shh, it's okay, Angel. Dada's here." he grimaced a little when he saw your bloody knees. Your little sobs broke his heart, he and Bucky hate seeing either of their littles in pain, and in a quick motion, he picked you up and carried you inside to the nearest bathroom.

"Dada hurts." you cried while Steve was looking for some bandaids and something to clean the wounds.

"I know, sweetheart." he kissed your forehead. "I promise it will be better soon."

You kept crying silently, wincing when he touches a sore spot with the alcohol pad. When all the blood was wiped off he grabbed a colorful unicorn bandaid and put one on each knee, hoping to cheer you up a little but you were still sobbing a little.

"Let's go see what daddy's doing." he offered you a smile and you nod, raising your arms for him to pick you up which he happily did.

Your crying ceased to little sobs and hiccups while Steve carried you to where he was before Peter came in running and frantically pointing outside. There you saw Peter who was leaning with his back against Bucky's shoulder and playing on his switch but he quickly turned it off when he saw you.

"Our poor doll." Bucky cooed and you started to make grabby hands for him.

Steve handed you over to him and you got comfortable on his lap with your back against his chest and him wrapping his arms around you to make you feel secure and safe.

Peter frowned a little, seeing how some tears kept falling from your eyes. He got up from his spot beside his daddy to kneel before you both. First, you were confused, tilting your head to the side. He then leaned forward to kiss each of your knees carefully.

"Dis will make you feel better!" he smiled and you wiped the remained tears away, smiling back at him.

"Fank you, Petie."

He got back on his spot and took one of your hands caressing the back of it with his thumb, making your daddies hearts almost explode from the cuteness.

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I saw that you don't have anything by wandanat :(

So here's my request : can you do a scenario where the reader just love her mommies boobies and she always grab her boobies and lays on it

I love boobies sooo 😻

Love Language

Pairing: Mommy!WandaNat x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, boobs, fluff

Warnings: I've been dying to write for my favorite redheads and I'm sorry if it's too short 😭

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Your mommies adore how affectionate and loving you are, always giving them kisses or hugs randomly throughout the day to make sure they know how much you love them.

After a while Natasha and Wanda noticed how you would sometimes grab one of their boobs, squeezing them or caressing them with your finger like you were drawing something.

Neither of them mind it at all, they think it's adorable because it also seems you don't realize you're doing it, it mostly happens when you're cuddling with them and are focused on the TV or your tablet.

Just like now, you were cuddling with Wanda and sucking on your paci while Natasha was in the kitchen on the phone talking and probably cursing in russian.

After a while your hand crept up your mommy's shirt to get hold of her boob, your gaze still fixated on the cartoon that Wanda had put on for you.

"You all comfortable, baby?" She asked and you nodded, snuggling even closer to her and sighing contently when she started to scratch your back with her nails, the sensation giving you goosebumps.

Natasha walked in and smiled at the sight of her favorite girls all cuddled up together. She also noticed you were again kind of drawing shapes on Wanda's chest.

She didn't address it and just flopped on the couch on Wanda's other side. The second your Mama laid down you leaned over to give her a paci kiss.

"Wove you mommies." you smiled brightly and went to lay between your mommies with your head now resting on Natasha's chest.

"We love you more, little dove," Natasha said and placed her arm over you both to hold you close.

Later in the middle of the night, your mommies were letting you sleep in their bed after you had a nightmare and were too afraid to sleep alone.

Natasha was scrolling on her phone when she felt you moving beside her, turning on your side so you were facing her and still asleep.

As you got settled again she continued to scroll until she felt your hand grabbing at her shirt, whining a little.

"Shh, Mommies are here." She whispered but you didn't stop, she got an idea and carefully took off her shirt to not wake you or Wanda up by all the movements.

She tossed the shirt away and got comfortable again, pulling you a little closer.

In a matter of seconds your hand was on her boob and the whining died down to quiet snores, making Natasha chuckle at how fast you can be calmed down just by her or Wanda's boobs.

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Doin really yucky n daddy isn’t talkin t me n jus don wan t b a bad girl no more bu s too late cuz already messed evrythin up again

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

birthday dada

masterlist

wc: ~300 words

warnings: none

a/n: I do not ❌ celebrate the fourth❗️this day is for taking advantage of a federal holiday in order to celebrate the birthdays of your loved ones !! happy birthday to anyone born on today ! you rock 😎

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: you and Baba surprise Dada on his special day

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Thud.

“Oopsies,” you whispered.

Bucky gave you his “are you serious” stare. “You gotta be quieter than that if you wanna surprise Dada.”

“I knows.” Now holding Baba’s hand so that you didn’t knock over another toy, you continued tiptoeing to the kitchen.

Bucky helped you sit on the counter as he pulled ingredients out of the fridge. “Remember what we practiced last week?”

“Yes, Baba.” You nodded.

“Okay, let’s get a move on then.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

About an hour later, the two of you had a beautiful breakfast tray ready for Dada. You were supposed to be the one presenting it, but you were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement so Baba took the tray as you ran ahead.

You almost tripped, but Bucky caught you by the back of your shirt just in time. “Careful, baby.”

“Sorry, Baba!”

You pushed open the door to your daddies’ room and leapt onto their bed. You crawled next to Steve and began gently shaking him.

“Dadaaa,” you called in a gentle voice.

“Huh? Baby, what’re you doing up?” Steve blinked in confusion and sat up, stretching as he shook off the last bits of sleep.

“Happy birthday, pretty Dada! Baba and I made you breakfast!”

“All from scratch,” Bucky said proudly, placing the tray on Steve’s lap.

“Aw, you didn’t have to.” Steve brought your face close for a kiss and did the same for Bucky. “Thanks you two, you’re giving this old man a reason to go on another year.”

“We have more!” you shouted excitedly. “But you have to eat first. No presents until you eat your veggies.”

Steve and Bucky laughed at your bossy tone.

“Our angel’s right. Veggies, then presents.”

Steve looked on adoringly as Bucky teased and tickled you. He’s had many birthdays in the past, but this year might be his favorite one.

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Slippin' under

****While out with Harry's friends, Y/n starts to slip into subspace more and more****

***Mentions of sex, safe words, social anxiety, subspace, daddykink, dom!Harry, mentions of a dom and little relationship***

**Harry and younger reader**

*This is a series that I'm starting, in this series reader is Niall Horan's younger sister*

Tonight Harry and I are going out with Jeff, Gleanne, Mitch and Sara. Jeff said a couples night was in order. I just didn't wanna go tonight. All day I've been slippin under. Harry had some things to do today. An interview with a magazine and was going out to catch up with Niall and Louis since they are in town. Last night Harry and I didn't have that much time for aftercare, the one thing Harry thinks is the most important things to do after we have sex. I just want Harry to come home and change his mind and say we aren't going. That's why I'm not getting dressed.

It sometimes gets akward since I'm younger. Harry and I have a 10 year age gap. Which isn't werid since we've know each other forever, well forever in my eyes. I was 6 when we meet and he was 16. And Niall being Niall takes all the credit for "getting us together". I sometimes think I don't fit in when we go out with friends, mainly Harry's because I'm way younger than everyone. But everyone supports it and we never had the akward meet the parents thing since our families knew each other.

"Y/n, babydoll I'm home!" Harry shouts as he walks through the door. He walks upstairs to their room. Usually she greets him. "Baby, where ya go?" Harry walked into their room to see her sitting on their bed. "Why are ya not dressed baby?" Harry questioned. "Don't wanna go. Please daddy? Stay home?" Y/n asked. "Honey, we made plans. It isn't nice to cancel. Okay sweet girl?" Harry told her. All he needs is for her to okay him. So he can get in the shower and change. "No daddy. Don't wanna go. Not gonna go!" She challenged him. "If your a good girl for daddy, we can have fun tonight. Get a sweet treat at the restaurant." He tried. "No! Daddy!" She screamed. "That's it, when I come out, ya better be in clothes for dinner or else your not gonna like the outcome!" And with that Harry walked off into the bathroom to shower. Y/n saw that her daddy was gonna be more mad at her. So she put on a baby doll dress, it was lavender.

Harry walked out of the bathroom and into the closet and grabbed a pair of cream trousers and matching cream boots. He walked into the bedroom and saw Y/n sitting in her lavender dress. "Daddy?" "Yeah honey?" "Tummy hurts. Head hurts." Y/n whined. She was really slipping into full little space. "Nothing hurts baby. You just don't wanna go so stop with the excuses." Harry said. "Now I'm gonna put on my lavender button up, you like it when we match, huh?" Harry said.

"Harry! Y/n!" Jeff spoke with excitement. Harry walked around with his girls hand in his. "Hey Jeff." Harry replied shaking his hand, doing the same with Mitch. And giving Sara and Gleanne kisses to the cheek. "Hi Y/n, how are love?" Sara asked, looking over at the girl with glazed over eyes. She knows that the relationship she and Harry have isn't normal. Sure they love each and do normal couple things, but she naturally acts like a baby, a little innocent baby. She knows that they have a dom and little relationship. She knows it, even though the couple hasn't told her. Y/n stares blankly at Sara. She didn't even realize she was asked a question. "Y/n, Sara asked how you are. Answer her." Harry whispered into her ear. "I'm okay. How are you?" Y/n responded quietly. "Good love. Thank you"

As the couples sat down, the waiter came over to take their drink orders. "Wine, for everyone. Everyone but this one. She will have a sprite." Harry told the waiter. He nodded his head and walked away. "Y/n what do you want to eat?" Harry asked. She shrugged her shoulders. She really isn't all that hungry. "I'm not gonna ask again, what do you want?" He spoke into her ear. "I'm not hungry. I wanna go home daddy. My head hurts. My tummy hurts too daddy. We go home. Wanna go home. Please daddy." She pleated with him.

Harry looked over her face and her body. "Are you under baby? In little space?" Harry asked. If she was and she felt like a little right now, he's gonna feel bad for talking harshly to her. "Daddy, under. Tummy hurts. Head hurts. Wanna be a good girl for daddy. Wanna be a good baby for daddy." She spoke. "I'm sorry baby. Your my good girl. Do you want to go home? Your tummy hurts?" He knew what that meant, she was gonna be so out of it, to the point where she forgets things, like going to the bathroom, before she gets so caught up in her head. "No daddy. Wanna make ya happy, you want to be with your friends." Y/n said. "Hey, hey calm down. Do you wanna go sit in the car for a moment? Huh? So we can be alone baby. Do you need a diaper? Are you under that much?" Harry asked. He just wants her happy, calm, and relaxed. "Yes daddy. Head hurts." When she said head hurts, it meant she won't be able to control her head. "Okay baby, we will go to the car, and daddy will put one on. Okay?" "Okay daddy." She replied. "Y/n and I will be right back. Gotta get something out of my car." Jeff and Mitch were the only ones that heard and just nodded their heads.

"Okay baby, get into the back seat. Daddy is gonna get your bag lovie." Harry told her when they got to the car. She did what was asked. She laid down, back across the seat, with her knees bent up so Harry could deal with her. "Hi lovie. Oh good girl. Making it easy for daddy huh? Must be under more than I thought?" Harry spoke quietly to her. "Daddy diaper please?" Y/n aksed quietly. "Do you wanna a paci baby? Do ya have to go potty baby?" Harry asked. He already knew she did. He would put a diaper on her and press his hand against her tummy so she could pee and then change her, so she would relax more. "Yes daddy. Paci please?" Y/n asked. Even in complete little space she would tell Harry that she had to pee and would use her manners. "Here baby. Paci in now. I'm gonna put your diaper on and then ya can go pee. And daddy will change you. Okay?" Harry spoke as he stuck a paci in her mouth. Even when she was in little space, he would always ask for her consent. Y/n nodded her head and started sucking on her paci. Harry went ahead to push her dress up and pull her panties off. He then slipped a diaper under her bum and tapped the side up. "Daddy is gonna push on your bladder okay?" She just nodded. Harry pressed his hand against her lower stomach. Once she finished he wiped her up and changed her.

"Paci has to come out now baby." Harry said as he took out her paci. Harry got them ready to back inside. "Snacks daddy? Hungry." Y/n spoke. "Are ya hungry babygirl? Since we didn't order you anything, take your puffs and daddy will share his dinner with you baby." Harry replied helping her out of the car.

"What took so long mate?" Mitch asked when the couple came back into the private room in the restaurant. "Oh um just had to take care of something. Personal." Harry spoke back. "Oh so you two went and fucked in the back seat?" Jeff said with a smirk. "Um nope. We didn't." Harry said sounding frustrated. "Daddy tell them." Y/n said into his ear. "They can know daddy. Little me and big me think it's okay." Y/n told Harry. Sara heard everything. She knew that she was right. "You two have a dom and sub and a daddy and little relationship don't ya?" Sara asked. "Cause I've seen the signs. Right now Y/n is under. She called ya daddy. You aksed her before if she was slippin and needed a diaper. It's okay if you are. I love ya just the same if she is a little. I know most grow out of it, when they reach and achieve what they didn't have as a child." Sara said. "Yes, Sara you are right. That is how our relationship is." Harry answered her.

All of them said they were fine with it. So Harry sat her down back in her chair, gave her puffs to munch on while everyone else ate their dinner. "Daddy paci please?" Y/n asked out loud, not at all embarrassed about everyone knowing why. "Yes you can have your paci baby. Do you want water baby? Daddy has a sippy with him." Harry asked her. "Yes daddy. Water please. I have a baba when we home?" She asked. "Yeah baby. At home." Harry spoke as he went over and got her sippy cup out to give her. Y/n happily drank her water. Once she was done she started to get tired so Harry picked her up and sat her on his lap, he then slipped her paci in.

Harry and Y/n went home happy as could be knowing no one cared about how they were. Harry pulled into the drive, carried his baby into the house and changed her diaper and clothes. He stripped to his underwear himself. Snuck downstairs to grab a bottle of almond milk. When he came upstairs, he let Y/n suck on her baba and watched her go to sleep. He snuggled up with her. "I love you babygirl." "I love ya too daddy."

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you’ll always have a place here

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

wc: ~1100 words

warnings: baby has a bad dream. fears of being unwanted. so cheesy. like soooo cheesy.

a/n: this piece had like three totally different iterations😭 my brain is melting i can’t look at words anymore

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: you have a bad dream and doubt your daddies’ love for you

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“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Taking care of you, babying you! God, do you have any idea how hard it is on us?

“I- I’m sorry, I-“

“We’re tired of it. We want you gone.”

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You startled awake. There was a deep pain in your chest and you were breathing heavily. You started to remember the dream and cried. How could your daddies be so cruel?

Something came to rest on your shoulder, making you flinch.

Steve retracted his hand. “Sorry, sweetness. We heard you crying and you didn’t answer when we knocked so we decided to check on you. What happened?”

You wanted to tell him to go away, but your Dada’s gentle, concerned gaze made you feel safe. He wouldn’t hurt you and you couldn’t hurt him.

“H- had a bad dweam.”

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that, baby.”

“D- daddies was m-mean to me an-“ the thought of repeating what your nightmare daddies said made you burst into tears again.

“What, sweetness, what was it?”

You shook your head and hid behind your hands. Bucky came up on the other side of you. “That’s okay, angel. Are you feeling overwhelmed right now?”

You nodded and crawled into Bucky’s lap, burrowing your face into his neck.

“Is someone feeling very small right now?”

You hesitated before nodding again.

He spoke quieter this time. “Does someone need their daddies?”

You were quiet, scaring Bucky into thinking that he overstepped. But then you quietly whispered, “Need daddies”. With their supersoldier hearing, Steve and Bucky just barely caught it.

Steve cooed, scooted closer, and comfortingly rubbed your back. “Daddies are here, baby.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

When you calmed down, Steve and Bucky brought you to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Let’s get some food into that belly of yours. Your brain needs all the energy it can get!” Dada got the food ready while Baba set the table.

“Do you want a bib, angel? Dada and I saw these and thought you might like them.”

You were taken aback by their kindness. “For me?”

“Yeah for you! Now, do you want the flowers or the stars?”

“Um, stars please.”

“Good manners, baby.” He kissed your cheek and then helped fasten the string around your collar.

Steve reappeared to put the plates of food on the table. “Oh, someone’s looking very cute right now.”

You blushed at the compliment.

“Do you want us to feed you, sweetness?”

You looked away and toyed with your bib. “Don’t wanna be a bother.”

“You’re not botherin’ anyone, baby. This is what daddies are for. Here, open wide for the pancake plane.” Steve held out a forkful of pancakes toward you.

“Can it be a submarine instead?” you asked shyly.

“Well if it’s a submarine, now I gotta start over!” Steve brought the fork from the plate to your mouth again, this time bobbing the utensil up and down slowly to make it move more like a submarine.

You giggled at the show he was putting on for you and happily took a bite.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

After breakfast, Steve and Bucky decided you could have a little screen time and watch one of your favorite shows. They were a little shaken by this morning and thought a treat would help you get your mind off of it.

As you sat between your daddies and watched the colors dancing on the screen, your mind began to wander. You were doing exactly what your nightmare daddies hated. Forcing them to watch a show that only you like when they could be working or doing something they liked.

You daddies noticed a shift in the air. Your heart was beating fast, you were breathing a little heavier, and your eyes were pointed forward but not looking at or focused on anything.

They turned off the TV and went into caregiver mode.

Steve gently guided your hands away from scratching holes into your pants and rested your palms on his chest so you could feel his heart.

“Breathe with me, baby. In, and out. Just like that, perfect.”

When you calmed down, you broke away from Steve’s hold. Instead of crawling into your Dada or Baba’s lap like you so desperately wanted to, you hugged a pillow and sunk into the couch.

“I’m okay now. Yous guys- uh, you guys can go do whatever you want now.”

“What do you mean, babydoll?”

“I know you guys don’t want to just sit here and watch TV with me so you can go. I’ll be okay by myself.”

“Sweetheart, what makes you think we don’t wanna be with you?”

“I just know, okay?” You were getting frustrated now, why did they keep arguing with you?

Bucky connected the dots. “Oh, baby. Is this about the dream you had?” His head was tilted to the side and his eyebrows scrunched together. He looked so sad and worried.

You had to turn away.

“Sweetheart, we love you,” Steve began. “And that means we wanna spend time with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s your big activities or your small ones, we want it all with you.”

You began to sniffle and hid behind the pillow.

“Angel, maybe you’d feel better if you tell Dada and Baba what happened in that dream of yours. Can you try? We promise we won’t be mad.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to make this a bigger deal than it already was. You felt immature and undeserving of their comfort.

“Please tell us, we just wanna help.”

You took a shaky breath and explained. “You said you didn’t wanna take care of me anymore. You said you were tired and you wanted me gone.”

“Oh, baby.” Your daddies wrapped their arms around you as you cried again.

“It was so m-mean and it felt so real,” you sobbed.

“Sweetness, I’m so sorry you had to hear that. We would never, ever say something like that to you.”

“Yeah, Dada and I are crazy about you, you know that?”

“You are?” You looked out from behind the pillow to see from your daddies’ faces if they were lying.

“Sure are. We talk about you nonstop with the team when we’re on missions, we can’t wait to get home with you. And when we’re with you, we’re as happy as can be.”

“You’re it for us. You make all of this,” your Baba waved his hand in the air, “worth doing.”

You pushed the pillow aside and hugged your daddies close. “Thank you, Baba. Thank you, Dada. I’m sorry I believed the dream.”

“Shh, you’ve got nothin’ to apologize for. Anytime you need a reminder of how much Baba and I love you, we’re here.”

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!!!! Hi! Would you be able to write something with Eddie Munson or Aaron Hotchner as caregivers? They're both heavy comfort characters for me, and I honestly love how you write Aaron!!

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|| eddie munson x reader

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“You have to stay close baby, don’t want you gettin’ lost on me.” Eddie grins down to you, coming to take your hand and lead you away from the shelf of toys you’ve become entranced in. The stores fully stocked today, Joyce having just told you both that all the supplies in the back has been unloaded so nothing should be unavailable.

“What’re we gettin?” You ask and shuffle a little faster to keep up with Eddie’s quick steps.

“A few things. Some hand cream, a few bottles of orange juice, bread, extra hair ties, and maybe, if you’re good you can pick out a toy.” A beaming smile makes its way across your face hearing how your caregiver sing songs the words.

“I’ll be good! Promise Ed’s!” He reaches to ruffle your hair with his free hand before he starts to pluck a couple bottles of orange juice out of the stores freezer wall. You both go through it within no time flat so you guess it makes sense he’s grabbing so many, though you wonder if Wayne will appreciate the surplus of it suddenly appearing in the fridge.

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The rest of the shopping goes smoothly, sans Eddie knocking over a display of paper towels that Joyce shakes her head at. But the list gets crossed off with each movement through the small store, Eddie fills the basket he carries and is soon leading you both back to the toy aisle. You’re practically vibrating with excitement when Eddie nods to the shelves and tells you to choose something.

There’s so many things, small plastic dragons, stuffed bears, my little ponies, a couple strawberry shortcake coloring books, and a bunch of other things that you take time to meticulously considered. After some minutes and an ask for Eddie’s and Joyce’s opinion, you make a choice and happily skip over to the counter so Joyce can ring you both up.

“You were very good baby, thank you.” You smile brightly to Eddie, bouncing on your feet as he carrie’s the bags of groceries out to the van and allows you to jump a few steps ahead.

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Imagine y/n manages to down a cup of coffee while daddies!stucky is trying to calm them down while chasing them throughout the house

ugly shirts and caffeine crazies

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

wc: ~9800 words

warnings: maybe a little 🤏 too long. baba calls you a brat🫢 daddies take off their shirts later for silly reasons

a/n: thank you, lovely anon for this suggestion! i am actually very sensitive to caffeine myself so this really spoke to me hehe😁 like i cannot drink coffee at all or i will be a bouncing wreck and i can’t have tea after 5pm!! or i wont sleep!! i need my daddies to help me cos sometimes i forget and i get a nighttime boba with my friends and then i don’t sleep until 5am😳

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Bucky and his baby have a disagreement over a shirt. while baby runs away, they manage to drink Steve’s coffee

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Steve whistled a happy tune as he began making his morning coffee. Because of the serum, he didn’t need the caffeine to get through the day, he just liked the routine. As he waited for it to cool down slightly, he began preparing breakfast.

It was a lovely, quiet morning. The sky was slightly overcast and birds were chirping. Unfortunately, peace in your house could not last for long.

“No! I don’t wanna!”

“It’s your only clean shirt right now, Angel.”

“It’s ugly! I hate it! I hate it!”

“Hey, we don’t use that kind of language here. Now put on the shirt or you’ll be getting a time-out.”

“You can’t make me, Baba!” You escaped your argument with Bucky, dodging past him to run into the living room.

He groaned and followed you out of the room, finding you hiding behind the couch. “Baba’s not messin’ around. Come put on your shirt. Now.”

His strict baba voice should’ve been a warning, but you were not putting on that shirt. The colors were all wrong and the printed design was incredibly thick, making it uncomfortable to wear.

“No! You can’t make me!”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

“You have to catch me first!” You ran away again. This time, Bucky chased after you instead of following at a walking pace like before. He almost caught you but you threw a pillow at his face and ran into the kitchen where Steve was trying to ignore your fight.

You froze, not expecting to see your Dada. Just then, Bucky came right behind you and trapped you in his arms. “Gotcha.”

“Noooo!” You squirmed, trying to escape his grip.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh after seeing the two of you. Bucky was out of breath and his hair was messed up, you were half-dressed, and both of you looked so angry at each other while Bucky practically hugged you from behind.

“What’s going on here?”

“This one,” Bucky said, not breaking his staring contest with you. “Is being a little brat and refuses to put on a shirt.”

“Not just a shirt! It’s the ugliest shirt in the whole wide world!”

“We don’t have any other clean shirts for you, remember? You. Have. To. Wear. This. One.”

“I. Don’t. Wanna!”

“God, the both of you are so stubborn,” Steve said.

At the same time, you and Bucky stopped glaring at each other to say “no I’m not” and “nuh uh”.

Steve threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Well, let’s just see this so-called ‘ugliest shirt ever’ and then see where to go from there.”

You nodded. “Yeah! And then Dada will see how ugly it is and I don’t have to wear it!”

“Or Dada will see that it’s just like any old shirt and you have to wear it anyway,” Bucky teased.

“Buck, no.” Steve freed you from your vibranium trap and got down on your level. “I’m gonna help you, okay sweetness?”

You nodded smugly and stuck your tongue out at Bucky. Dada was on your side, not Baba’s.

The three of you made your way to your room. While walking, you noticed your daddies giving each other certain looks. It was like they were having a silent conversation. Maybe Dada wasn’t looking out for you like you thought he was. Maybe he was only saying that to make you stop fighting.

In reality, Steve was making fun of Bucky for his childish behavior and Bucky was silently arguing back, demanding Steve to not tell anyone about this.

No matter what they were talking about, you couldn’t take that risk. You let go of Steve’s hand and ran off again, confusing your daddies.

“What the-“

“Baby, where are you going?”

Bucky put his hands on his hips. “Not so easy, is it?”

Steve groaned. “C’mon, we’ve got a runaway to catch.”

Meanwhile, you were frantically looking for a place to hide. Behind the couch wouldn’t work, Baba found you there last time. Maybe the kitchen! The island was a good size to hide behind and if your daddies came up on one side, you could sneak your way around the island in a circle and they’d never see you.

You went behind the island and sat down, trying to catch your breath. All this running around was making you tired and thirsty. Above your head, you spotted a mug on the counter. You checked to see if the coast was clear and took a sip. And then almost spat it out. It was the worst, most bitter-tasting drink you’d ever had.

Although, it was beginning to make you feel better. You drank as much as you could handle and then put the cup back before returning to your hiding spot. You could just barely hear your daddies looking for you in the living room over the sound of your own heartbeat.

“Where could they be?”

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to- wait, do you hear that?” Your daddies halted their movements.

You placed a hand over your nose and mouth, hoping that the air purifier in the living room was enough to distract them from the sound of your breathing.

Bucky sighed. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s just find that little troublemaker and then we can get on with our day.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Catching you was a very, very difficult task. Your hatred for the shirt combined with the energy from the coffee allowed you to beat out two supersoldiers. Steve and Bucky were exhausted, both of them laying on the living room floor while you jumped from one hiding place to another.

“What’s gotten into them?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m starting to think we’re not winning this fight. I mean, our baby’s running circles around us.” He looked at Steve. “Think it’s time to throw in the towel?”

“Ugh, maybe. It’s kind of embarrassing that our adversary is screaming and dancing around the house while we’re just trying to catch our breath,” Steve joked.

“We’re getting too old for this.”

“Ya got that right, pal. I’m gonna go drink my coffee. Hoping it’ll give me a second wind.” Steve got up and went to the kitchen. When he saw his partially empty mug, he connected the dots and facepalmed.

“Buck, we’ve got a problem.” He returned to the living room. “That little sneak drank half a cup of black coffee.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and he sat up. “How?”

“I guess I left it on the counter? And they were hiding in the kitchen for some time so..”

One of your giggles cut through the tense conversation.

Bucky sighed. “Alright, I’m done fighting the beast. It’s team no shirt until that laundry machine gets fixed.” He got up off the floor and brushed off his hands before taking off his shirt.

Steve laughed. “What are you doing?”

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Your two shirtless daddies met you in your playing room. You were hiding behind the coloring table.

“Are you in here, sweetheart? Daddies are here to throw in the towel- or shirt, I guess.”

“You win, babydoll.”

You carefully peeked over the table. “You tellin da truth?”

“Yeah. Look at us, team no shirts just like you. Can you come out now? We missed being with you all morning.”

You squealed and ran to hug them, bouncing excitedly. “Yay! Yay! Yay! Now we all don’t wear shirts! Can we do this all the time? ‘Cause then we don’t wear shirts and then we only wear pants and then when we don’t wear shirts we don’t have to wash shirts and then we don’t have to fold shirts and then we only have to wash and fold the pants and that’s so-“

“Woah, woah there. You’re talkin’ so fast, your mouth is about to fall off,” Bucky said.

You gasped and held a hand over your mouth.

Steve poked him in the side. “Baba’s only joking, baby. No mouths are falling off. But we do have to fix the problem of you drinking coffee.” He held your shaking hands. “Do you feel different right now? Maybe super energetic and excited or nervous?”

You kept bouncing on your feet. “YEAH! I feel like I can run forever! And I can run fast! And I can talk fast and my heart goes fast too!”

“Yeah, it’s fun for a little bit but it’s not good to feel like this for too long. We’re gonna take you to Uncle Bruce for a little check-up, okay? Maybe he can help get you back to normal.”

“OKAY DADA! Can Uncle Bruce be team no shirt too?”

Steve sighed. “I forgot about that, I don’t think we’re allowed down there without shirts on.”

You tried breaking away from Steve’s grasp, but he learned his lesson and was not letting you go.

“I not wear da ugly shirt! No, no, no!”

“Please, baby? Just for one hour?”

“NOOOO!” You stomped and turned every which way, trying to free yourself.

Bucky looked down at the floor, trying to wonder how you all got into this mess when he got an idea.

“Angel? What if you wear Baba’s shirt, hmm? It’s not as ugly as your last shirt, I hope.”

You stopped squirming. “Maybeee.”

“Just try it and if you don’t like it, we’re bringing a baby in a blanket down to Uncle Bruce.” He carefully put the shirt on you, starting with the neck hole and pulling the sleeves over your arms.

You marveled at the feeling of the soft, lightweight fabric. The sleeves were extra long, letting you curl your hands up inside them. Best of all, it smelled like your Baba.

“I love it! I love it soooooo much! Oh! Can I wear your shirts all the time, Baba? I promise I give them back! And Dada too! I wear Baba’s shirt today and Dada’s tomorrow! And the next day is Baba and the next day is Dada and the ne-”

“We’ve gotta see Bruce.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

One check-up later, Bruce gave you a special medicine to cancel out the effects of the caffeine. You were now tired from the whole ordeal of running away from your daddies all morning.

After lunch, the three of you cuddled on the couch. You read a couple of books and took a nap. Nap time was especially cozy with both your daddies there and because you were still in Bucky’s shirt.

Eventually, the laundry machine would get fixed, but you still loved wearing your Dada and Baba’s shirts from time to time. You insisted that you all trade shirts because it was so fun. Usually, it’d just be you wearing one of your daddies’ shirts, but sometimes you could initiate a three-way trade and see one of your daddies wearing your shirt. It was so funny seeing a super soldier wearing a t-shirt with a dinosaur riding a bicycle on it, especially when the shirt was a size or more too small.

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

Don't Bite

Word Count: 850

Warnings: Slight injury to the reader! Lots of comfort and fluff though of course!!

A/N: Aww this one's kinda similar to one I did for the tea party event but I've actually had this concept in my notes app for like 6 months! Hopefully posting this finally works & I hope you guys enjoy!! ❤️

It started off as a peaceful morning. Steve was in the kitchen, his turn to clean up after breakfast, and Bucky was starting up a load of laundry down the hall. You were splayed across the couch, watching cartoons and digesting your pancakes when Alpine sauntered over to the sofa and leapt up next to you. The cat took a big yawn before curling up halfway on your chest, purring and nuzzling you as you pet her silky white fur. Lost in the dancing colors on the tv screen, you aimlessly scratched behind her ears, down her back, across the length of her tail.

Too far!

In a flash of white, Alpine whipped her body around to face your offending hand and let off a warning hiss! Your precious pet suddenly transformed into a vicious predator, baring her fangs at you with fire in her eyes. Out of shock, you pulled your hand away, some of the fur still entwined within your fingers, and when you yanked back, Alpine sunk her teeth into your arm out of self defense. It wasn't too hard, just meant to admonish you like she would her own kitten, but her teeth were sharp enough to break your skin, and the sight of blood was enough to make you start screaming. 

Naturally, Steve and Bucky were abandoning their respective chores rushing to your side to comfort you in no time. Alpine had fled the scene at the sound of your screams, so it wasn't immediately apparent to them what was wrong; all they saw was their baby, distressed and injured. Hearts racing, they each tried in their own way to figure out what the problem was and solve it. Steve dried your tears, carefully petting your head and whispering words of comfort to you while Bucky protectively wrapped an arm around you, jaw clenched with stress as he scanned the room for what hurt you. 

When they were both certain the coast was clear, they moved you to the bathroom, Bucky holding you firmly against his chest. He kept you in his arms as he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, pulling your legs up onto his lap as Steve rummaged through the cupboard for the family's first aid kit. He emerged with a clear tub, which he set on the bathroom counter and opened and began unpacking. Your arms were wrapped around Bucky's neck, and he felt you grip onto his t-shirt once you saw Steve pull out the bottle of antiseptic. 

"Nonononono," you mumbled into Bucky's shoulder, "no more ouchies please!"

He tightened his arms around you, soothingly rubbing your back. Both your daddies' hearts broke at your pleas. 

"I know, babydoll. It's just gonna last a second, okay?" Steve tried to reassure you, but your tears were starting up again.

"Shhh.... You're safe baby, it's okay," Bucky whispered into your ear. 

He reached up to untangle your injured hand from his shirt. Holding it softly in his right hand, he slowly brought your arm down from his neck and held it out towards Steve, who was looking at you with eyes like warm oceans. You met his gaze and nodded slightly before turning your face back into Bucky's chest, bracing yourself for the sting of the antiseptic. Maybe it was the gentleness that Steve applied the cotton on your skin, or maybe it was the hold Bucky had around you keeping you safe, but it didn't hurt nearly as badly as you thought it would. Next thing you knew, you were emerging from you Bucky cocoon to see Steve presenting you with multiple boxes of bandaids. 

"Alright, angel, you get to pick whichever kind you want!"

You looked between the boxes, some with cartoon characters, some with animals or flowers or rainbows or stars. You pointed towards your favorite, and Steve got to unwrapping it, kneeling down to your level to softly and sweetly stick the bandaid to your skin. Then he started clapping. 

"All done, baby! You did such a good job!" Steve cheered for you, smile beaming, but your eyes were drawn to something else.

Curious about her family all gathering in one room, Alpine was peering around the doorway of the bathroom. Usually she would bound right in, weaving herself between Bucky's legs or trying to get another treat out of Steve, but now she was unusually reserved. It was as if she knew that all this commotion, all this distress was because of her. Bucky leaned over to see where you were looking, Steve turned around, and instantly they solved the puzzle of what had happened to you. 

"Oh baby, did Alpine get you?"

You nodded, and whispered "Piney bite."

With a steely look, Steve walked over to the cat, bending down to look her in the eyes, and he shook a stern finger at her.

"Alpine, we don't bite our friends, do you understand?" He asked her, which made you start giggling; music to your daddies' ears.

"Its okay, Piney, I forgive you!"

And once again, it seemed like she understood, because with a little trill, she was trotting over to you, pressing her face up against you and starting to purr.

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

au masterlist

reader has a bad dream and struggles to maintain a balance between her big self and her little self. it doesn't help that all she wants is bucky, the man she wishes to be her daddy.

note: this my first fic so please be kinds !! i hopes you likes n maybe i writes more in the futures? thankies for readings, i lubs you 🎀☁️🫶🏽💗

you were a lonely baby when bucky met you. you had your family, sure, but they weren't there for you in the way you needed them to be. you'd just had a fall out with your best friend and had began isolating yourself from everyone and everything

it wasn't until peter found you at school, crying on a park bench in the rain, that things started to change for you. that was a few months ago. under the false pretence of moving away for college, you left your family and joined peter at the avengers tower after three months.

everyone loved you the moment they met you. you were so kind, so quiet and well-mannered. just so doll-like that no one could pick a bone with you. they hadn't known you were a little, and they still didn't but they wouldn't be surprised to find out. they all protected you and cared for you like you were their own. of course, you felt very out of place considering how quickly everything had happened but they all reassured you that they enjoyed having you around more than you knew. and with peter by your side, things were okay.

the one person who was iffy about you at first was bucky. he was too scared to come close, to taint your innocence with his darkness. over time, he came to realize how similar the two of you were in different ways and he let his wall break down. he opened up to you in the slightest of ways, and so did you. your feelings of hurt and anxiety still resided in your heart, but the avengers made you feel like you finally had a home. especially bucky.

"y/n, peter, what are you still doing up?" tony asked as he barged into the boy's room.

"we're just studying for a test, mr. stark. there's a lot to cram," peter replied in a tired voice, running a hand through his hair as the only light in the room came from his laptop and the bright city outside his window.

"okay, well this isn't the time to be studying, it's 1am. go to sleep," tony looked at him sternly, ready to walk out. "tiny, you look tired. head to bed, alright?"

"y-yes, sir," you nodded softly, giving him a smile.

"goodnight, kiddos. get some rest."

peter huffed, slamming his laptop aggressively. this caused you to flinch from your seat on the bed, making him give you an apologetic smile.

"i didn't realize how late it was," he spoke quietly, moving your book out of your lap. "let's get some rest, bug."

"mkay," you shuffled under the covers and made room for him to come in beside you. peter turned on the night light he kept for you in these instances before sliding into bed, opening his mouth to say something when he noticed the pout on your face.

"what's wrong?"

"i don't have squiggles."

"i got you," he tried easing your worries, pulling you into his chest. "you're safe with me, now close your eyes y/n/n."

"thank you, petey. goodnight."

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"stop! where's my bucky? where's my daddy? i want him!" you shouted at the man in front of you.

"he's not coming back for you. he's gone, you're all alone like you always have been."

"i wan' him back," you cried, looking around through the foggy crowd of people around you. you didn't know where you were or who you were talking to, but you felt so alone and unsafe.

"you're alone now, y/n. nobody's coming to find you. you're trapped."

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you woke up to heavy breaths, jolting upwards as you forced yourself awake. you were shaking like a leaf, heart beating rapidly against your chest as you looked down at peter who was sleeping soundly.

"wan' bucky," you whispered through tears, clutching the blanket to your chest. you were feeling so little right now, so scared and vulnerable.

you didn't know what to do. you didn't want to go bother or disturb him. the man rarely ever slept, but what if this time he was? you couldn't do it. but staring at the clock that read 3:14am, you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

he always told you to come to him whenever you needed him. you never did for fear of wasting his precious time but surely he wouldn't mind, if he wasn't asleep at least. you took a deep breath, using the back of your hands to wipe away the stray tears you didn't know had fallen. you carefully hopped over peter's sleeping frame and quietly made your way out of his room.

the hall was dark, making you let out a quiet whimper. your fingers clawed at your neck as you took shallow breaths, wishing you were holding squiggles right now for comfort. he always knew how to cheer you up.

"miss. l/n, you appear to be in distress. shall i alert mr. barnes?" F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice boomed, causing you to jump out of your skin.

"n-no, no, no. F.R.I.D.A.Y, b-be quiet. you'll wake everyone ups," you whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry, ms. l/n, it appears mr. barnes is already on his way."

"w-what?" your eyes widened, looking around as you heard heavy footsteps walking towards you.

your eyes cracked with tears as you couldn't see a thing, reminding you of your scary dream as a quiet sob made its way out of your mouth.

"hey, y/n/n, don't worry. you're okay, everything's okay, love," you heard the familiar voice.

"b-bucky, you here?" you asked the dark abyss, pulling your thumb into your mouth.

"hun, i'm right here. i'm walking towards you," bucky replied, not missing a beat. his voice didn't sound tired at all. in fact, he sounded more awake than ever.

as he reached you, he heard the little sounds coming from you and his heart ached. he carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump and cry.

"plum, it's just me—"

you quickly ran into his arms and he held your quivering frame tight to his chest. you didn't want to speak, not in the hall where anyone could find you. you wanted to go to his room and let everything out, tell him all your fears and get the reassurance you so dearly needed.

"shh, shh. you're okay, my love, you're alright. i'm right here, i'm not leaving," he comforted, lifting you into his arms and taking you to his bedroom.

he locked the door behind him and sat on the bed, running a soft hand down your back as your tears soaked the skin on his neck.

"what happened, bug? what's got you so worked up?" he asked quietly, pulling you out of his chest.

you made a sound of disapproval before shoving your head back into the crook of his neck, just needing to be close to him.

"okay, okay. that's okay you can stay there," he rocked you slowly. "but can you please be the good girl i know you are and tell me what's wrong?"

you hiccupped, nodding your head. "t-the.. the guy t-took me.. n.. n you was gone!"

you balled his shirt in your fist, sobbing so hard your chest began to hurt. "was— was all 'lones n he.. he saids you wasn't gonna come backs."

"aw, my love," it clicked that you had a bad dream, the hurt in your voice tugging at his heartstrings. "i'm right here, i promise you i'll always find you wherever you are."

"was s-so scareds d.. da.. mm," you shook your head and stopped, finally taking the moment to actually realize where you were. you were with bucky, you couldn't call him daddy. but you were safe, no one was going to take him away from you and he wasn't going to leave you.

"thought.. thought you were g-gones," your voice cracked at the memory. a string of snot clung to his shirt through your cries and you wanted to laugh but you couldn't.

he kissed the top of your head, deciding again to try to get you to peak out from your hiding spot. he cupped your face in his hands, observing your red and teary eyes. he wiped the tears away softly before kissing both your cheeks as you hiccupped again. your lips were plump from the crying, and he continued looking down to notice scratches on the skin of your collarbone.

he'd have to talk to you about that in the morning, but for now he needed to get you back to sleep.

"you need a tissue," he mumbled, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing one. he placed it on your nose. "blow."

you listened like you always do, silent wetness still dripping from your cheeks but they were beginning to slow down. he through out the tissue after humming in satisfaction. his hands moved down to your neck, using his thumbs to rub soft circles under your ears as you sniffled. it felt good, really good. you closed your eyes, his touch being more than enough to bring you back down to earth.

"you feeling a little better, baby?"

"mhm," you nodded, wiping your face aggressively. "m sorry."

"no, no. don't ever be sorry. you're okay, my baby's alright. bucky's here, you'll never be alone, hm? it's all going to be okay," he pulled you back into his chest, cradling your head ever so gently.

"t-thank you, bubby."

he smiled at the nickname. "no thank you's. now, lets get the little one back to sleep, how does that sound?"

"sounds good," you whispered.

"good girl," he turned off the lamp by his bedside table and got himself into bed with you clinging to him like a koala bear.

he simply chuckled as you looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. he could feel your heart beating against his chest, it was still a bit quick but not as fast as it was before which was a good sign. no more words were spoken from you but he kept uttering words of reassurance until your breathing slowed. his delicate voice and the feeling of his hand tapping your side lulled you to sleep in no time.

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

Ok hear me out; this sounds good in my head but might be awful once I type it. Little reader being like the youngest in little space compared to Wanda, Peter, and Loki so like she doesn’t really eat solids mainly just from a bottle, only one in pull-ups, and is just always getting babies by Daddy Stucky and the other caregivers and they kinda hate it. So they try and act big by refusing a bottle, going in their pull-up (tries to be older) and ends up getting hurt so they get babied even more

This is really good, don’t worry!!

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“You can go back to playing in a minute, honey, Dada’s got to change you real quick.” Bucky cooed, as he lifted you up, taking you away from your jungle chew toys. 

“No, top wanna pway.” you kick lightly, as he continues to take you away, you could see Wanda and Loki laughing at you, which made you even grumpier.

When Bucky laid you on the changing table, you kicked your legs in frustration, pushing your feet against his chest, to stop him from getting to your pull-up.

“Baby, let me get to your pull-up please.” Bucky speaks lowly, squeezing your ankles in a further warning. 

“Don’t wan be baby, wan to be ig wirwl.” you whimper, letting your legs go lax so Bucky could start changing you. 

“You don't want to be my little baby?” Bucky fake pouts, as he’s undoes your pull-up and slips it out from underneath you. “Honey, you didn’t even use your pull-up.”

Bucky frowns at you, as he lays his palm on your lower abdomen, which was slightly swollen.

“No,ig wirwl.” you speak defiantly, Bucky just sighs, before reattaching your pull-up around your waist, before he starts to lightly massage your tummy.

“Oh, but you are, sweetpea, you’re my big girl.” Bucky mocks in his higher pitched voice. “But Daddy want’s his big girl to go for a weewee, so that she doesn't get a sore tummy.”

“No.” you mewl, gnawing on your fingers, as you glanced around the room nervously.

“Angel, please use your pull-up, or I’m going to have to make you, and I know which you would prefer.” Bucky threatens, holding your slightly wiggling figure to the table, “Now do you want to go somewhere private, or are you going to do it here?”

“Not going.” you protest, folding your arms, and turning away from Bucky.

“Fine.” Bucky huffed, before pushing a little harder in his circular motion on your tummy.

“Stop.” you whine, trying to shove Bucky’s hands away, but he didn’t listen, making it harder for you to hold on.

Soon you felt warm between your legs, as you begin to wet your diaper, Bucky praising you in the process.

“Good girl, see it wasn’t that bad, hmm.” Bucky babies you, making you pout. 

Bucky finishes changing your pull-up, and takes you back to the rest of the group, who had moved out of the playroom, and were enjoying their lunch at the table with their respective caregivers. 

You bounce lightly in Bucky’s arms when you spot Steve, who immediately starts shaking some rice formula, which was in your elephant bottle.

“Somebody’s hungry.” Steve laughs, as he takes you into his arms, and lays you across his lap.

Before Steve gives you the bottle of milk, he waits for Bucky to wrap your foxy bib around your neck, to protect your onesie. Finally Steve grabs the bottle, and tips it into your mouth, and you quickly start suckling.

You were enjoying your bottle, until you saw the way Peter was sniggering at you, as he snacked on his big boy food; of grapes and apple slices. You wanted to try them, but Bucky and Steve both insisted that you were too small. 

Feeling self-conscious, you turned your head away from the bottle, and hid in Steve’s chest.

“You finished, princess?” Steve asked you, surprised, when he tipped the bottle the right way up, and saw that it was barely finished. “You sure you can’t have a little bit more for me?”

“Inish.” you shake your head, pulling yourself upright in Steve’s lap, to try and slide off, but he holds you tightly.

“Munchkin, can you have a few more sips for me please, you’ve not had enough.” Steve’s arm is around your waist, but you push off of him, trying to stand on the floor. He lets you stand up between his legs, but keeps you there, with two hands on your waist.

“What’s the matter, you were fine, ten seconds ago?” Steve kissed your cheeks,  but you pushed away from him, wanting to go back to playing. “Hey, hey look at Daddy.”

You fuss, pulling at your bib and it catches Stephen’s attention.

“Hey, what’s made the little baby so fussy?” Stephen asked, brushing over your hair, but you just bat his hands away, as you try to squirm out of Steve’s grasp.

“Not quite sure, she was okay, a second ago, and now I’ve got a cranky little bubba.” Steve’s babying was only doing more to annoy you, and you managed to rip the bib off of your neck and throwing it in Steve’s face.

The whole ordeal was caught by Bucky, who had been chatting to Wanda and Natasha. He excused himself, before going over to his little family.

“What’s going on over here?” Bucky squatted down taking your grouchy figure in his arms, “That wasn’t a very nice thing to do to your Daddy, baby girl.”

“I think she needs a nap.” Steve speaks over your head to Bucky, making you squeal in annoyance.

“No, no nap, big girl.” you stomp your feet, but Bucky’s not listening, and he lifts you onto his hip, and takes you to his bedroom, you see the other Littles chatting amongst themselves, and your heart clenches when you see Loki pretending to be you, and mocking the way you stomped your feet.

Bucky laid you in their bed, making sure to put you in the middle, before he dimmed the lights. You tried to struggle, as he swaddled you in the blanket, but you were indeed very tired.

It didn’t take long for Bucky’s tummy rubs, and soft whispers to have you passed out in the bed, softly suckling on your paci, whilst you wrestled one of your arms free, so you could clutch at Bucky’s shirt.

“See this is why you’re Daddy’s little baby.”

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

Hiii,how are you, I was just wondering if you could do cg Spencer Reid taking care of sick little reader thank you 🧡

Heyyy!! I tried with this but I'm having some issues with my writing ATM. I really hope you like this though!!

"Icky feelings..."

Pairing: Caregiver!Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You're not feeling well but luckily your caregiver knows you well and knows how to make you feel better.

Warnings: Talk about feeling unwell, fever, nicknames (baby and dada)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

(Gender Neutral Reader)

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Spencer wasn't a fan of germs. In fact he hated them, he had germaphobia and did whatever he could to stay away from them. At least that was until you showed up to the BAU, clearly sick.

You were sat at the round table, before everyone else had arrived and sat down when Spencer walked in. He sighed taking one glance at you.

"Baby... Your not feeling well are you..?"

"..no" You mumbled, head resting in the table.

"I'll talk to Hotch, I'll be back in a second okay baby"

Spencer kissed your forehead with a small smile and when towards Hotch's office.

He knocked on the door.

"Hey Hotch, reader isn't feeling well. I'm going to take them home and make sure their okay. If you need me on the case can you phone me."

Hotch looked up to Spencer, seeing the worry on his face.

"Sure Reid not a problem. I hope they get better soon."

And with the Spencer nodded and left.

He approached the round table and gently took your hand and picked up your bag along with his own.

"Come on baby."

He lead you to his car and got you buckled in before driving to his house.

Once he had got you inside he told you to sit on the sofa.

"Dada 'm cold..."

"Okay baby one second."

Spencer went to his bedroom grabbing one of this cardigans, and your teddy, that had been meaty placed by the pillows. He then went to the bathroom medicine cabinet, grabbing the thermometer.

He went back to where you were seated in the living room.

"Can I take your temperature please?"

"..mhm.."

Spencer took your temperature and realised you had a fever.

"You said you were cold yeah baby?"

"Mhm.."

"Here you go, you can only wear it for a little bit but for now wear this to warm you up. Yeah?"

He passed you your teddy and turned the TV on putting on your favourite show. He sat down next to you wrapping you in a hug.

"You're going to feel better soon okay baby. I promise"

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

Mafia Au (Part Three)

Mr.R

Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings - Sad reader, crying, eating of goldfish, mentions of 'stalking', just the boys being fluffy

Notes - IDK if I like this one, it's gone through a few re-writes, but I'm putting off other writting and my ADHD took that as a cue to get back on this instead, so I hope you enjoy!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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“Boss!” A loud voice boomed, Steve and Bucky both waking up with a start, their necks strained. “Boss!” The voice called again, though this time closer. “Boss!” 

“Wha’s going on?” Y/n mumbled, sitting up slightly. 

“I don’t know yet, Little Dove.” Bucky turned to them, Steve standing up to address whoever woke them. 

“Boss!” 

“Peter! Do not repeat yourself.” Steve said sternly as he opened the bedroom’s door, a weary Peter on the other side. “Have you ever heard of a phone call?” 

“I have.” He said timidly. “Which is why I called you twenty three times before barging in.” His words got more confident as he continued. 

“Right.” Steve sighed, his phone in his room, Bucky’s too. “Okay. Okay, what’s going on then?” Steve asked, his hands whipping down his face, trying to get rid of his tired expression.

“It’s about, about, you know.” Peter tried to keep the conversation light in front of Y/n. 

“No Pete, we don’t know.” Bucky chimed in, turning the corner, Y/n in hand. 

“It’s about R U M L O W.” He spelled the name out. 

“Oh! R U M L O W that’s how you spell our last name woop woop!” Y/n sang a little jingle and did a little shimmy, Bucky smiling at them, as Steve looked to Pete with anger in his eyes. 

“Very good little dove.” Bucky cooed, swinging their hand a little. 

“Why don’t we take this to an office?” Steve asked Peter, his arm gesturing for them to leave the room, Y/n frowning as she saw the two begin to leave. 

“Wai’ Steve!” Y/n called out unexpectedly. “Don’ wan’ you t’leave me!” They broke free of Bucky’s grasp, rushing to Steve instead. 

“We have to go talk business, My Dove.” He softly smiled, bending down slightly to give them a forehead kiss. 

“Righ’.” They frowned and let go of him, walking back to bed without another word. 

Bucky and Steve both watched confused, Y/n’s shoulders curled in slightly, yet no crying or protesting in sight. “We’ll meet you in my office, Pete.” Bucky cut in. “Close the door Steve.” He said as the boy walked away, the two men realized that something was definitely wrong. “Dove?” Bucky questioned, him and steve both standing in the archway, Y/n curled up in bed, a stuffie in hand. 

“Is th’ business over?” They asked hopefully, perking up slightly. 

“Not yet.” 

“‘kay, I promise I’ll wait really good.” Y/n nodded their head, curling up even tighter. 

“You don’t have to stay in bed, Dove.” Bucky shook his head, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him, something that seemed to happen too often. 

“Yes I do.” They said, confusion lacing their words. “‘Babies stay in bed while the big boys talk’” They recited in a monotone voice. 

“Buck, I can’t.” Steve whispered, unable to stay calm, Bucky nodding his head knowingly, taking control of the situation instead of it being a joint effort. 

“I didn’t think you would want to sit in a business meeting, Dovey.” Bucky admitted. “We don’t have any toys in our offices yet.” 

“I don’ wan’ toys, jus’ wan’ yous.” Y/n teared up. “‘m jus’ scared.” A sob broke through. “I don’ know the house, or anyone here, an’ I jus’ ‘m really scared, and I wan’ go home.” 

Steve couldn’t help himself, he climbed into Y/n’s bed and scooped them up sitting them in his lap, their head in his neck as tears fell down their cheeks, little hiccups could be heard. “You can’t go home, Little Dove, It’s not safe.” Steve said, his words soft and comforting. “Why don’t you sit with us in our meeting? And then after breakfast we can go to that little toy store you used to pass.” He offered, knowing that maybe adding some more of their past life into their day to day could help the sudden transition. 

“Really?” They pulled back, whipping their tears with their hands, hope splashed across their face. 

“Pinky promise.” Steve smiled, the two sealing the deal. “But let’s find you a sweater, it’s cold upstairs.” He stood up, Y/n in his arms. 

“‘Buck, I can’t’” Bucky teased under his breath as the two walked past him. 

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The sight was yet again one that the Mafia bosses usually wouldn’t have been found in before today, Y/n sat on Steve’s lap, green sippy cup in hand, Bucky next to them holding a bag of goldfish, handing a few to Y/n here and there, and sneaking a few for himself. “Hi Peter!” Y/n whispered, waving to the familiar face. 

“Hi.” He whispered back, already loving the addition to the group. 

“Pete.” Steve’s voice was loud, everyone in the room listening intently the moment he spoke. “What’s going on?” 

“Right, right.” Pete was fidgeting slightly, hating being the one to break the news. “Well, Mr.R was seen on the property’s cameras last night.” 

“What?” Bucky sat up straight, Y/n looking to him, worry in their eyes at his sudden moves, though the conversation was going straight over their head. 

“He was seen taking pictures of both the front, and back of the house.” Sam finally cut in, handing a few photos to Bucky, who showed them to Steve, the man’s hand covering Y/n’s eyes as he looked them over, Y/n’s giggle at least lightning the mood. “We’ve upped the security, both inside, and outside the house, plus there are extra men posted in our territory, we made sure to call anyone we could to keep.” He cleared his throat. “To keep the bird safe.” His words hiding the true meaning. ‘To keep your new found little, who was and is in need of a safe place to live, unharmed from their brother.’ 

“Thank you, Sam.” Steve nodded, knowing he was right to appoint Sam as head of security, his skills clearly proven to be efficient and helpful, even though they are the result of a hiccup. 

“I suggest you three go up to the lake house, no one knows where it is, you can let the bird settle in without a bunch of our men watching their every move.” Sam added, his words quiet knowing that the suggestion was the opposite of what Steve and Bucky wanted. Dove was supposed to be able to grow comfortable with them in their forever home, with the newly made bedroom, surrounded by every day life, and yet a bump in the road made all of those things almost impossible. 

“Thanks Sam.” Bucky said clearly agitated. 

“Anything else, Pete?” Steve asked, hoping to change the subject to something more hopeful, and to stop the insanely petty staring contest both Bucky and Sam were participating in. 

“Nope, nothing else.” Peter smiled, though he hoped to be allowed to go soon, the conversation stressful and boring. 

“Everyone’s dismissed.” Bucky said in return, a handful of goldfish outstretched to Y/n, them picking a few goldfish up, waving as everyone left the room. “How are you feeling, Little Dove?”

“‘m fine.” They answered, looking back and forth at the two men. “We go to the toys now?” 

Steve sighed, looking to Bucky before speaking. “We’ve got to eat breakfast now.” He convinced himself it wasn’t a lie, he was just withholding the truth a little. 

“We did!” Y/n giggled, holding their hand up to Steve, a few goldfish left. 

“Crackers aren’t breakfast!” Bucky said in a dramatically silly tone, Y/n placing their hand on his head as they nodded. 

“Yes, i’s breakfast!” 

“We’re going to have some waffles, Dove.” Steve interrupted, a smile plastered on his face at the image, two people he loved being silly with one another, something he would get to see for the rest of his life. 

“Wha’s a waffle?” They asked, puppy eyes out, mouth open in excitement. 

“It’s like a pancake with little walls for your syrup.” Bucky explained. 

“What’s a pancake then?” 

“Dove.” Steve said in a more authoritative tone, wishing the silliness away. 

“What?” They asked. “I don’, why’s you mad?” They asked, hands in their lap fumbling with their fingers. 

“Dove, look at me.” Bucky asked. “Have you ever had a pancake?” He spoke with a genuine tone, Y/n shaking their head ‘no’ in response. “Okay, that’s okay.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, his chest suddenly heavy, realizing that maybe his Dove really did think crackers were for breakfast. “I think you’ll really like them.” Bucky picked Y/n up from Steve’s arms. 

“I’ll be down in a second, I have some things I need to do.” Steve was clearly seething, about to do something regarding someone all three of them knew, Y/n all too well. 

“Don’t do anything rash, Steve, just take a few breaths.” Bucky tried to sooth him, rubbing circles on Y/n’s back to keep them calm too. 

“I should have been rash months ago, Buck, I can’t just sit here and pretend like this guy hasn’t ruined people's lives.” Steve was on his phone, no doubt calling in backup for whatever plan he had coming. 

“Does Steve’s rash hurt bad?” Y/n whispered to Bucky, him smiling at their words, reveling in the softness they exuded, and the pure kindness that radiated off of them. 

“It does, Dovey, but he’s going to fix it.” He walked out of the office, Y/n snuggling closer. 

“Good.” They whispered.

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

Can i req a cg hotch x reader with this (“it’s okay, baby, just let it all out. i’ve got you, i promise.”) prompt from the drabble list? Tysm in advance if possible💖

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ let it all out ⋆ﾟ⊹ ➢ event masterlist

|| aaron hotchner x little!reader

warnings: mentions of a bad case, mentions of reader being on the team, crying, hurt/comfort

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Aaron isn’t sure what to do, he hasn’t been for the past hour you two have been sat on the floor. The case this week was awful, finally closing up today after being one of the most horrific either of you have ever seen, and it’s lead to cries filling the night.

You had been handling the weight of the case well earlier, being able to comfort Emily who was having a tough time herself, but as soon as you walked in the front door of you and Aaron’s house it was like a dam broke. Your headspace came on fast and strong, making the tears flow out quickly, cries for your caregiver following them. Hotch could just barely throw his bags to the ground before scooping you up into his arms.

It’s been half an hour since he caved and sat you both down on the floor of your bedroom, the lights are off with only a projector playing, it displays colorful stars and moons that usually help calm you. They seem to be doing nothing now. Aaron’s tried to put you down, immediately picking you back up as your sobbing only got worse when you were out of his arms.

“Shhh baby, Shh.” He tries to soothe, kissing softly at your forehead as your face buries deeper into his neck. The familiar smell of his worn suit and the remnants of his cologne from this morning help the smallest amount, you try to focus on breathing those in, begging your brain to think of anything but the images of the victims the team were too late to save.

The floor isn’t the most uncomfortable thing in the world per the padding Hotch keeps on it incase you fall while regressed; though he wishes he had sat you two on a bed or the couch. The only thing he can think of helping this situation is if you fall asleep, between the plane ride and the high emotions of today, the exhaustion in your cries is obvious.

“C’mon baby, why don’t we try and move to your bed so we ca—.” Aaron stops moving the second you mumble out a ‘no’ and grip at his suit jacket tighter. There’s tears seeped through the thick material, his ties become loosened and crooked throughout everything, and his dress shoes are kicked off somewhere in the hallway.

“It’s okay, we caught the bad guy, remember? It’s all over now.” He’s assured you of this fact over and over tonight, that you and the team did something good today, that the criminal is sent off to jail and won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore.

“It’s okay, baby, just let it all out. I’ve got you, I promise.” Thankfully your back isn’t rising and falling as harshly as it was and your hands are starting to loosen in their hold of Aaron.

“I got you.” He repeats, rocking both of you in place as his hand rubs big circles into your back. You find yourself calming, listening to how your caregiver repeats the words so softly, sinking into his gentle touch and allowing your eyes to flutter shut with exhaustion. You’ll have to talk about this tomorrow, but for now Aaron’s just happy you’re sleeping peacefully.

[adventuresofprincessandbeans]

sososo sorry if i already asked but cg!emily with reader? maybe reader not wanting to sleep or something!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ staying up ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| emily prentiss x reader

a/n: gonna apologize for this one, it really just turned into exhausted cg!em falling asleep in readers bed 😭

warnings: pet names, mentions of em being overworked

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Emily sighs, brushing her fingers over your forehead to move some of your hair. It’s an hour past the set bedtime you have, two cups of water, a trip out to the car for a left behind toy, and two extra bedtime stories later, Emily looks exhausted.

Your chest twinges with guilt, you hadn’t meant to wear your caregiver out, you just wanted to stay up late like she does. You can always hear her typing on her computer or talking about work on the phone when you wake in the middle of the night, you were just curious about what she gets up to.

“Finally ready for bed darling?” Emily’s head tips to the side with a tired smile, you are ready for bed, this is the latest you’ve stayed up in what feels like years, but you’ve still yet to learn what Emily does all night.

“How come you always stay up so late?” Her eyebrows raise in surprise, you haven’t outright asked about it and assumed you’d just see for yourself but apparently a more straightforward question is the only way to get answers.

“What do you mean sweetie?” Emily’s hands tuck the blankets snuggly around you, making sure your stuffed animals don’t get covered by the thick material.

“I hear you, you’re always doing stuff at night.” Her lips tuck into themselves as she nods shortly.

“I stay up a bit later than you do so I can finish up things for work, but that doesn’t mean I don’t sleep.” She assures, running her hand through your hair again, it’s relaxing and you can’t help but lean into it.

“But shouldn’t you go to bed earlier, that’s what you tell me. You say things can wait til tomorrow and sleep is more important.” You’ve heard it so many times it’s practically impossible to forget.

“I do say that don’t I? Well, maybe I’ll just have to take my own advice.” She throws her legs up onto your bed, looping an arm around you as she pulls you in close to her side.

“Em?” You question after a few moments of silence, straining your neck upwards to see that Emily’s fast asleep.

There’s nothing else to do so you cuddle into her, throwing an extra blanket over her legs the best you can. You make a small mental note that staying up really isn’t all that fun, and that you should probably get Prentiss to go to sleep earlier.

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