#agere fic mha

[curtsycream]

I read ur cg kiribakudeku x little reader and I LOVEEEEE IT IT'S SO CUTE

So maybe Ch kiribakudeku where the reader loves to nap BUTTTTTT only really with bakugou so everytime she's sleepy she crawl to bakugou (she's like 1 and cant really walk so she crawls everywhere) and climbs on his lap and start to fell asleep and when she cant sleep with bakugou she cries just wanting her daddy and her other cg tries to comfort her 🌺

Missing You

KiriBakuDeku x Little Reader

I felt bad halfway and decided that hey why not have her realize that she was neglecting Kiri and Deku by only wanting Baku. Thanks for the request though, halfway through all of them atp

Midoriya and Kirishima noticed a shift in their dynamic it started the week Bakugou was away for hero work. She acted normally the first few days he was away but the last few she wouldn’t stop crying. Out of headspace she understood that he was working but in her headspace she felt alone.

While she had two of her caregivers it still felt weird for Bakugou to not be there. He was the one that would read her bedtime stories and make sure she ate her vegetables. Yet without him there she felt as if she couldn’t do those things.

It took everything in Midoriya and Kirishima to try and calm her down at nights. They tried their luck at reading her bedtime stories but it wasn’t the same. The way he used silly voices for characters or would cut her carrots up into little stars. She missed it.

“How about Llama Llama?”

“No…”

“What about-”

“No, wan daddy.”

“I don’t think this is working, Eijirou.”

So the day that Bakugou returned Midoriya and Kirishima were relieved. Bakugou knew the second he got home that she was less than corporative with her other caregivers. It was evident in the dark circles under their eyes and the concern they held when she finally saw Bakugou.

Y/N on the other hand was happy as she no longer had a reason to cry at night. The second dinner was over and she had her bath she crawled her way into Bakugou’s lap. Her head was against his chest as she listened to his heart beat. He didn’t waste time as he rubbed her back in a soothing manner.

“I’ve heard you’ve been crying all week, what’s that about?”

She let out a small noise of surprise at his words her pacifier discarded as she looked up at him.

“I know it sometimes seems scary when one of us is away from you. But no matter what we will always come back, understand?”

She nodded her head listening to him speak as she did her best to process his words.

“Good, but also remember that when one of us is away the other two still love you just as much. We all hate to see you cry and it hurts when you only want one of us.”

Thinking back on the week she remembered how distant she was with Midoriya and Kirishima. How she would cry even when they did their best to cheer her up and make her smile. She knew they were trying their hardest to make her happy but she didn’t care much at the time.

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrow at her warbling bottom lip, “no need to cry muffin, they still love you. It’s okay..”

The sound of her crying alerted Midoriya and Kirishima who made their way into the bedroom. “Is she okay?” “Are you alright, baby?”

The concern in their voices made her sniffle was she reached out for them. Her arms didn’t stay empty for long as Kirishima followed by Midoriya wrapped her up in a hug.

“Sowwy.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby.”

“Yeah we understand, Izuku cries a lot when Katsuki leaves too.”

“Eijirou! I don’t cry!”

“Sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It means sure.”

Y/N didn’t care much for their argument as she snores lightly with her head on Bakugou’s chest. A smile on her face as she snuggled against the rather explosive man, happy.

[dragon-queen21]

Little Izuku w/ chronic pain + a handful of different caregivers

Awhile ago I really messed up my hip by being dumb and it’s never truly been the same, certain movements really hurt. Last few days have been really bad to the point that it hurts to walk.

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~Chronic pain sucks. Having to deal with it at a young age was difficult, but manageable. Just another thing to deal with if you wanted to become a great hero. Izuku understood this, and for the most part was fine with it. Sure it sucked, and some days were worse than others, but overall he wasn’t one to complain.

~Having to deal with that same level of pain while mentally regressed to a two year old however is a different story.

~He's sore, and fussy, and he wants to get up and play but he can't because everything hurts.

~Shoto heating up his hands and running them over Izuku’s arms when he grows upset. Then switching to ice around every ten minutes or so. He’d put on a tv show and try to get the poor baby to relax a little, being so tense can’t be helping the pain any.

~Being overly sensitive whenever the temperature/weather changes because his hands hurt a lot. Momo makes him a cup of tea which soothes his hands at first but they’re still stiff and he drops the cup, shattering it and slipping further from a mixture of embarrassment, sorrow and pain. Momo makes a new cup, then goes to cuddle the baby boy, noting clearly that he’s too small to hold a cup himself and gets him a bottle instead.

~Uraraka waking him up from a nap. Izuku’s super excited to play because playtime got interrupted because he was getting too sleepy, plus fussy because it hurts to sit on the floor even of he really wants to. He swings out of bed quickly and ends up hurting his leg and being in pain.

~He doesn’t want to worry Uraraka, plus he wants to play, but she notices anyways when he refuses to walk without whimper. She hushes him, and carries him instead, gently calling him her ‘little baby bunny’

~Having a classmate microwave a heating pad for him. It’s a very boring plain one, so one day Kaminari decides to get his friend a better one as a present. So the next time there’s a really bad pain day he surprises the little with a heaty stuffed animal in the shape of a bunny which baby Izu adores.

[thecutestcub]

Could you pls do cg! Bakugou x little! Reader 🥺

Picnic

Carer!Bakugou x Little!Reader

- Bakugou planned a surprise picnic for you while you were in little space. He lead you towards a hidden spot in the park beneath a shady tree, your bodies kept cool in it’s shadow away from the sun.

- As you two sat together you started to relax and in turn you began babbling while Bakugou pretended to understand you, although you secretly think he truly does understand your babbles

- You watched the sunset with him as you snuggled into his side while he held you in his lap. He gave you a bottle and rubbed your back soothingly while you drank. Bakugou held it to your lips while holding you even closer to him.

- You were content in his lap as he soothed you. Enjoying his presence as he cared for you even if it was just like a normal date for the two of you.

- The Cutest Cub

I really didn’t know how to end this or how to continue it so I’ll leave it there and maybe come back to edit it later <3

[mamaslittlespace]

Fruit shakes

☁︎ this fic is about Tenya Iida, pro hero!!

☁︎ Fic warnings: age regression, sfw, fem!reader, names:Princess & dada, and feminine clothing, fluffy and short

☁︎ a cute shopping spree for his little!!

All day iida has been tugged around each store when something caught your eye, he had already gone back to the car a few times I load everything up. And all he could do was smile and watch how you smile and light up at everything you like, all the stuffies, toys, and clothes. He had been busy a lot and while you are so willing and barely ever act up, he hates to leave his princess alone so what does he do? Buy you everything your heart wants.

You’ll tug his sleeve when you’re walking past people and hide slightly behind him. And he loves it. It’s what dada is for!!

All the shops have been covered, you got everything you wanted and the car is packed with many things. It just means it’s time for sweets! Yes, a good little gets rewarded with sugar. He takes you to a milkshake stand and he orders for you while you cling to his arm slightly tired from the long day, rubbing your eyes and yawning big. He picks a good bench and you both sit down, you leaning on him while drinking the shake.

Iida lifts the drink to his lips and eats the fruit/toppings he pick and the next second your giggling in your chair. He raises a brow with a smile too, “what’s got you all giggling? Has the sugar kicked in that fast?” he asks but you shake your head. with a few mumbles you point to your lip to tell him something. He looks confused for a second until he whips off his upper lip, his foam mustache.

“My own princess laughing at me?” You continue to laugh as he pinches your cheeks and boops your nose. “Dada just rocks the mustache to much!” He says about himself as you try and push his hands away from your face.

It was a good day with dada.

[mossysmolboy]

could i request some hcs for cg bakugo? Or cg deku? Either one, i love both! Thank you :D

Fair warning, I haven't watched mha in a long while, sooo yeah. Plus I wasn't the biggest Izuku fan in the first place, but I tried. 

• He gets all might themed things for you like blankets, bottles/sippy cups. 

• He definitely cuts up all the fruit he gives you. 

• Cuddles. 

• He's definitely gotten you at least one green pacifier, and he didn't cheap out either, he got a fancy deco one. 

• He's gotten you a stuffie of your favourite animal, and your favourite hero. 

• He's actually gotten you multiple stuffies, and a few stay in his dorm for you. 

• He's also gotten an emergency paci for you in his dorm too. 

• He's actually got a whole draw dedicated to your regression, it's got colouring books, crayons, pencils, markers, and whatever you want for colouring. 

• With everything he's gotten you, he's definitely gotten you an all might onesie, and plain ones, and at least one animal onesie. 

• You guys definitely watch cartoons with milk in a sippy cup or bottle with cut cup fruit. 

• Obviously if you can't drink milk or don't like milk it's something else that you do like/can drink. 

• The two of you also watch superhero cartoons, mostly kid-safe ones you like. 

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Little Whore (DabiHawks x Reader)🥵💕🖤

Aizawa x GN!Reader🥵

Mina x Fem!Reader💕🥵

Denki Imagine🥵  

Shouto x Fem!Reader🥵

I Hate You (Momo)🥵

Cheshire (Dabi)🥵

Aizawa x Criminal!Reader🥵🖤

Deku Imagine🥵💕

Mouse Trap (Present Mic)🥵🖤

Mouse Trap Part 2🥵🖤

Erasermic Imagine🖤😏

DabiHawks Aftercare💕

Erasermic Imagine Part 2🖤😏

Shigaraki Imagine🥵

Shigaraki x GN!Reader Headcanons💔

Shigaraki Imagine Part 2🥵

Monoma Imagine🖤🥵

Daddy (Denki)🥵💕

Shiggy Imagine🥵

Big Crush (Stain)🥵

You’ll Be Safe (LoV)💔

Bakugou Masterlist

It’ll Be Okay (Aizawa)💔💕

Izuku and Mina x GN!Reader💔?

Friend (Toga)💔

Don’t Know Them (KiriMina)😝💕

MomoJirou Imagine😝

KiriMina Imagine😝

Nejire Imagine😝

MomoMina Imagine💕😝

Jirou Imagine😝

Momo Imagine💕

Midnight and Aizawa Imagine😝

Dekusquad Imagine💔

KamiMina Imagine😝

Tsuyu Imagine💕

Fever (Jirou)💔💕?

Limit (Mina)💔

Aizawa and Midnight Imagine😝

Dekusquad Imagine💕😝

Deku Imagine😏😝

Comfort Zone (Denki)💔💕

Rumi Imagine💔💕

Mellisa Imagine💕

Mina Imagine💕

Recovery Girl Imagine😝

Late Night Cuddles (Shoto)💕

Hawks Imagine💕

Mina NSFW Headcanons🥵

A, W, X, and Y w/ Momo🥵

B, D, F, and K w/ Tsuyu🥵

M, Q, W, and Y w/ Mina🥵

Tenya Iida NSFW Alphabet🥵

Note (Hawks)💕

Fairytale (Kirishima)💕?

Trans!Tsuyu Imagine🥵

Deku, Bakugou, and Todoroki Reacting To You Being Gang Orca’s Daughter💕

Hawks w/ a Ballerina!S/O💕

MHA x Fem!Reader: Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

Kirishima Twt Links🥵

Shoto w/ a Regressor S/O💕

Hawks Relationship Headcanons💕

Hawks Imagine🥵

Hawks Twt Links🥵

Hanta Sero as a Caregiver💕

Hanta Sero x Trans!BF🥵

Izuku, Shoto, Dabi, and Hawks Helping You Calm Down From Quirk Overuse 💕

First Time (Hawks) 💕🥵

[mcschnuggles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, CGRE - Caregiver/Age Regressor, Regressing!Hawks, Regressing!Dabi, Caregiver!Endeavor, Playdates, Family Bonding, Jealousy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

Hawks is dreading a playdate with Endeavor's son, but he hates the idea of getting left behind even more.

[useless-sfw-fanfictions]

Momo doesn't understand what age regression is at first...

She hears about it through Denki and Sero, who are very involved with the topic. Sero is Denki's (and Shouto's, but no one else besides Sero really knows that) caregiver.

They play video games together and do finger painting sometimes. It is really fun and is a nice way for the both of them to relax after the stresses of UA's hero course.

Denki decides that he wants to include more people with his regression and be able to go into littlespace where ever in the dorms he feels like. So, they start talking to people about it.

Some get it and some don't. Momo falls in the latter category.

"Why can't you play those games without Dino pajamas and a sippy cup?" she asks genuinely.

Denki just shrugs, grin never falling from his lips, "it's just easier to slip and have a good time overall. to not have to worry about every little stress and only focus on.. well, little things."

She nods, but it is clear to both boys that she doesn't understand.

She declines their invitation to see a play date in action, but not because she isn't curious to learn more but because she must do some research first. She hates when she doesn't know something.

Research is what takes up the rest of her evening time and so it is a few days later before she can find Denki alone to ask him more about it. She asks and he answers.

She doesn't ask to be around him while he's little for a little while still, but when she does she brings supplies. She waited until she was completely comfortable with it because she read that having an unsure atmosphere can sometimes throw a little off. So she brings stuff.

They play with Play-Doh together and make multi-colored sandwiches that she had to stop him from eating more than once. Sero says he's about four years old.

"Tanksies, Momm...oh," he says after the materials are all put away and he is laying his head on her shoulder.

The name sounded weird from his garbled speech. As if the last syllable was a mere after thought than intentional.

"What did you just call me?" she asks gently, nudging his head up so that she can meet his eyes.

He pops his thumb in his mouth and stares back at her.

Sero moves over from the other side of the room (he'd been there the whole time to keep a watchful eye on his little guy for Momo's first time with him). He sits on the other side of Denki and gently pulls the boy's thumb from his mouth.

Denki makes an argumentative sound, but Sero is there to hold his hand a shush him. Momo watches this play out while quietly observing.

"Shh, you know you can't suck on your thumb anymore. Not after you hurt yourself..."

Sero's voice takes on a tone that Momo has never heard before when he talks to Denki while he is little; more of a parental talk than she would have ever given him credit for before this moment.

Sero guides Denki to sit closer to him while he relaxes into his new spot on this couch. Denki sucks his thumb when he is anxious, so Sero had told Momo that the best thing to do is hold his hand and cuddle him.

It doesn't work this time.

"Nhnoo," Denki fights back, drawing out the consonant sounds.

"What, why not? You love cuddles," Sero watches Denki with a certain level of exasperated fondness in his eyes.

Honestly, Momo hadn't realized they were this close.

Denki shakes his head and says, "wanna still sit next to Mama." He cuddles back into Momo's side.

Sero's eyebrows shoot up to his forehead and he let's Denki snuggle close to the woman there.

Momo is speechless.

Mama?

Had he meant to say her name? Or was it intentional? She didn't know.

So she asked: "am I Mama, Denks?"

Denki's grin is immediately as he rubs his cheek into her arm and shoulder. "mhmm, yesh... Mama, mama, mama..." he murmurs, voice growing heavier with incoming sleep.

Momo maybe finally understands.

Being called that name makes her feel special. Like, his simple mind chose her to look after him. She was deemed special enough by someone in such a vulnerable position to be called that?

Sero grins at her while watching this all play out on her face while Denki snoozes against her.

Later, once Denki is big again, they ask her if the name is okay and if she'd like to be more involved in the future and she agrees immediately.

♡♡♡

I just love, love, LOVE Momo being her littles' Mama. She'd be such a good one, too! She'd make them all kinds of custom little gear and make sure they had plenty of snackies and didn't burn themselves on their tea. Ugh, I just love her!!

[stuffkin]

a lovely gift for my lovely bestie @mcschnuggles

ao3!

Keigo:

Unca e ji, i frew up :(

That was the kind message Enji had woken up to, and had consequently ignored, figuring it was a joke. It’s not the first time Takami had sent such things to him only to show up later fit as a fiddle. Surely he’s jesting. 

And yet there is no sign of him throughout the day. No more messages. No quips of aww, were you worried? You’re growing soft. Not a sign of a single red feather. No, he didn’t start every time he saw a flash of red. He’s not worried. Radio silence is to be expected from Takami, given his role. 

The nagging persistence that something is wrong doesn’t go away. If anything, it grows stronger. And so at the end of the day, Enji storms the feathered hero’s flat against his better judgment. A fool, that’s what he’s become. This is just another trick to get the better of him. 

By the time he reaches the right building, having taken the convoluted way Takami insisted on to make sure he wasn’t being tailed, Enji is seriously considering turning right around. This is nonsense, he thinks even as he slides the recently acquired key into the lock. Takami is a grown man, a hero. He can take care of himself sick or not. 

Enji enters the flat. 

“Takami?” Endeavour calls out into the silent flat. No response. Maybe he’d just dipped on work, then? Even as he thinks it, Enji knows that’s wrong; no matter how nonchalant Hawks is, hero work is his number one priority. He thinks back to the text he’d received earlier. Maybe he really is sick. Maybe he’s at the doctor. Maybe…

A quiet coughing breaches Enji’s thoughts, sending them to a screeching halt. Good, because who knows where they would have led him? Bad, because that means Takami–presumably–is here, and Enji doesn’t exactly know how to care for someone sick. Perhaps he could just…leave? It doesn’t appear that Takami had heard him enter. He can just check in later. Right? 

He finds himself creeping towards the source of the coughing. The bedroom. In the rather limited times Enji’s visited, he’s not once seen the bedroom door open. An intentional play on Takami’s part, no doubt, to add that final layer of protection. Who is Enji if he doesn’t respect that boundary? 

Another round of coughing answers that question. Well, he’d always been good at burning boundaries away. 

The bedroom is darker than the hallway, curtains drawn to their fullest extent. While Enji isn’t a hesitant man–in fact, that’s one of his flaws, he’d wager–he still lingers in the doorway. It’s sparse as far as bedrooms go. And that’s coming from him. A dresser is pressed up against the same wall as the door with a half full hamper slouched next to it. In a corner is a rather sad, crumpled cardboard box. The only other furniture in the room is a bed tucked against the opposite wall, under the window. In its center is a huddled heap of blankets. Even in the gloom, the red is hard to miss. 

Cautious, Enji steps across the room. Not close enough to startle him, just close enough to make sure this isn’t an emergency situation. The red he had spied from across the room is, of course, one of Takami’s wings. Poking out from beneath the blanket, it’s curled around his shoulder and tucked carefully against his chest. One of his arms is wrapped around it with his fingers loosely lost in the feathers. Like a security blanket Enji thinks dumbly before realizing that’s exactly it is.Takami, sick, sought any sense of safety he could and what’s more safe than himself? 

A pang strikes deep in Enji’s chest. Ignoring it, he studies Takami for any other clear signs of illness. Unnecessary, considering the fact that he’s still in bed, still asleep, but Enji is nothing if not thorough. A pale kid already, his skin is far too colorless for his liking. As he watches, Takami sniffles in his sleep and burrows further into his feathers.

Shaking his head, Enji slowly retreats out of the room and recloses the door behind him. What should I do here? He could very well just leave; he hadn’t been asked to do anything. Why is he here, anyway? 

But something tugs him in the direction of the tiny kitchen. Call it goodwill. Call it stupidity. It doesn’t matter. Takami is sick, and sure, Takami is stupidly independent. Doesn’t mean he actually knows how to take care of himself. Who would have taught him? Enji thinks. 

The fridge is the first clue that Enji may be right on the money. It’s lackluster. And empty. Besides a few bottles of water, a tupperware shoved in the back, and half a loaf of bread, the only other thing is an apple sitting smack in the middle of the top shelf. The apple wouldn’t be that out of place if it weren’t for the chunk missing out of it, leaving the exposed flesh of the fruit brown and soft. Enji stares at it. Then he closes the refrigerator door with a soft whump. Okay. Maybe there’s something in the cabinet. 

No luck. The first cabinet is as bare as the fridge with only dust greeting the light of day. The second one has a stack of ramen cups. He’s standing there, staring at this new problem, when he hears something from behind him. It takes every ounce of self-control not to whirl around with his flames at the ready. Maybe his family is right. Maybe he does need therapy. Exhaling through his nose, he casts a quick glance over his shoulder to confirm his suspicion. Sure enough, Takami is there, looking half a step from keeling over. He coughs into his hand and pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders. 

“You were fast asleep a minute ago,” Enji says gruffly.  “Did I wake you?” 

“You didn’ answer,” Takami sniffles in response, rubbing a fist against his cheek. It’s not the first time the kid’s been pouty, but it lacks the usual charm. “My text, I mean.”

"Thought you were joking," Enji answers as he opens another cabinet. More ramen. He has his work cut out for him. Granted, he already knew that, considering who he's dealing with. "It's not the first time you've told me that."

"Didn' answer then, either." Takami shuffles further into the kitchen, which really means he shuffles right into Enji’s personal bubble. There’s absolutely no space in the room. It’s a wonder that Enji could fit his bulk into it at all. Leaning against him, Takami hums quietly. “Warm.” 

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out. Not only is Takami sick, he’s also small. There’s no way in hell he’d be this…this cuddly otherwise. With a sigh, Enji resigns himself to a long evening. He hadn’t thought the kid could get sick. Having him sick and small…quite frankly, Enji would rather face a whole horde of villains by himself. Instead, he places a large hand on his shoulder and steers him into the adjoining living room. “Stay put. I’m going to run to the store.” 

“No.” 

The command catches them both off guard, if Takami’s wide eyes are anything to go by. Unamused, Enji crosses his arms. “I’m not feeding you instant ramen.” 

For a moment, a familiar mischievous glint enters Takami’s eyes. “Aw, I didn’ know you felt that way.” The grin on his face is uncanny. Lopsided. Two shades to the left of what it should be. “You could say–” 

“Don’t–”

“–you have the hots for me.” 

It’s surprising his eyes don’t pop out of his head with how hard Enji rolls his eyes. Meanwhile, Takami’s ensuing laughter is cut short by another round of coughing. “Easy,” Enji says, squeezing his shoulder. “Deep breath.” Surprisingly, Takami does as told. One, two, three shuddering breaths later, he’s back to looking like a half-drowned kitten, slumped over and boneless. Enji pats his back. “Better?” Receiving a half-hearted shrug, he resists the urge to sigh and opts to take it at face-value. “Alright. Since you don’t want me to leave, I’ll order some groceries.” He pauses. “Is that alright?” Considering the kid’s paranoia, what does he do when he needs something delivered? 

By the looks of it, nothing seems alright in Takami’s eyes, but he nods anyway. Enji keeps the order simple; he has a limited knowledge of what he likes on the best of days, and considering his current state, the options are even further diminished. Still. If a box of fruit gummies makes it into the cart, so be it. 

What Enji doesn’t expect is the awkwardness that comes with waiting. There’s still a good thirty minutes before their order arrives. Typically, Enji is perfectly content to sit in silence, and Takamilooks dangerously close to falling back asleep. Perhaps that would be best. Nudging Takami’s shoulder, Enji murmurs, “Come on, Kei-chan, let’s get you back to bed.” 

Takami holds up his arms. Silent, Enji scoops him up, carries him to bed, and tucks his blanket more securely around him. Then he glances around the bare room. As sparse as he is, it surprises Enji that he doesn’t appear to have any comfort items. After all, he’d told him that he “pretended” for the cameras–surely there were some “props.” 

His eyes drop to the cardboard box in the corner. Without asking, he crosses over to it and, ignoring the weak squawk of protest, tips open a flap. Bingo. In the box are an assortment of baby items, but none of them seem to have been used much. Enji furrows his brow. A glance back towards the bed leaves him with just as many questions as answers. Takami watches him tiredly, the protests having died down. 

“No point,” he mumbles. 

“Tch. Nonsense.” Enji isn’t quite sure what either of them mean by this exchange, but he parses the box once more. PIcking out two items, he strides over to the bed. “Here.” He holds out a fire-engine-red pacifier and small stuffed koala, barely larger than the palm of his hand. When Takami doesn’t react, Enji pushes them towards him a little more forcefully. “If there’s no point, make one.” 

He gets an owlish blink for his efforts. Then, slowly, Takami quietly takes the pacifier and slides it into his mouth. The koala, he tucks under his chin. For a moment he looks uncomfortable. The moment passes, and his eyes droop shut. 

Enji sits with him long enough for his breathing to even out. Once he’s asleep, he piddles about in the living room until the groceries arrive. Then he sets about the arduous task of making a simple soup. Something light, but more nutritious than whatever they put in ramen cups. By the time the meal is finished, Takami’s awake again, sluggishly watching Enji from the couch. Enji wonders if he’s always such a restless sleeper. 

“Eat,” he orders, bringing a bowl of soup over. Takami pouts at him. Now this is familiar ground.

“C’mon, ‘m sick. Can’t you feed me?” 

A brief staring contest later, Enji is reluctantly spoon-feeding soup into Takami’s waiting mouth. Just like a baby bird. It’s soothing in its own way. An easy rhythm. Dare he say it, it’s almost cute–at least, until what little color there is drains away from Takami’s face and he launches himself over the back of the couch towards the toilet. Enji is left alone to listen to the distant sound of retching. “I didn’t think my food was that bad,” he mutters, dubiously eying the bowl in his hand. 

He opts to give the kid some privacy, waiting for the noises to die down. But once the retching stops, the sniffling starts, and in spite of himself, Enji doesn’t think his already threadbare conscience can withstand the weight of neglect. He’s the number one hero; he won’t back down because of a little sick. 

“Kei-chan?” he asks. He rests a hand against the door. “May I come in?” After a watery assent, he pushes open the door. The sight that greets him damn near breaks his heart. While Takami isn’t physically all that large, his personality more than makes up for it. It fills up the room or lurks in the shadows with the same finesse he has for his feathers. Here, curled on the bathroom floor, he just looks…small. 

He is small, Enji’s brutally reminded, when he looks up at him with eyes brimming with tears. “U-unca ‘Ji…” 

He still hasn’t said he could call him that, but Enji finds himself kneeling in front of the lad regardless. “Hey, none of that, now,” he says. His voice comes out rougher than intended. Of course, that only makes the crying grow louder. Any other time, he would have assumed he was faking. But the way his shoulders shake, the way his hands bunch up the fabric of his sweat-soaked shirt, tell a far more miserable truth. 

So Enji reaches out. Brushing bangs back from where they’ve flopped into weary eyes, Enji guides Takami’s head to rest against his chest. He holds him until the waves stop crashing in on all sides. He doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to. Small hands cling to him until slowly, slowly, the rest sinks into him. The room goes quiet. Neither of them move; one, too tired, the other, to let the first rest. Of course, the world doesn’t stop and neither do they. A face is cleaned, a sip of water taken. One stands where the other cannot. 

Enji sighs. He hadn’t signed up for this, but maybe that had changed when he’d stuck around. “Alright, kid, let’s get a fresh shirt. Provided you even do your laundry.” Slow, cautious, he effortlessly (and gingerly) picks Takami up off the bathroom floor. 

In spite of the tears still damp on his cheeks, in spite of the illness plaguing his body, Takami looks right down indignant. “M’clothes are clean.”

Not willing to deign that with a response, Enji shifts his grip under Takami’s thighs and makes the short trip back to the bedroom. Really, with how much Takami makes, he could easily find a place several times the size of this flat. Why he chose here to call home, Enji doesn’t know. And he doesn’t ask. Instead, he puts the kid on his bed before turning to the small chest of drawers in the corner. “Which drawer?”

“Second,” comes the quiet reply. Enji doesn’t waste any time yanking it open. To his surprise, he’s met with a familiar shirt. Pulling it out, he gives it a shake before deciding that yes, it should be familiar, as the baseball-cut gray-and-red shirt certainly wouldn’t fit Takami. No, it would fit Enji, because it’s his shirt. One he’d been missing for weeks. 

“I didn’t take you for a thief.”

“Wuh–oh.” Any other day, Takami would crack a joke and smirk. Today, however, he must be too exhausted. He still doesn’t have the good graces to look embarrassed. “Soft.” 

“Hm.” Well, Enji can’t really argue there. Figuring he isn’t going to get any more reasoning, and deciding it’s really not worth it to take back with wing holes haphazardly sliced into the fabric, he pads over to the bed with the shirt in tow. “Take off the cape.” 

Takami whines quietly, but he tugs on the loose knot at the base of his throat until the blanket falls away. No complaints are given when prompted to raise his arms, and he remains quiet while Enji swaps shirts. As Enji carefully guides his wings through the holes, he finally pipes up. “Full points.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Enji tugs the hem to straighten it out. Then his eyes catch on his wings. They’d been wrapped up in the blanket the entire time he’d been here, so no wonder some of the feathers are sticking up in disarray. Without thinking, Enji reaches out and brushes some back into place. Under the gentle touch, Takami goes stock still. Enji freezes too, realizing what he’d just done. On a good day, the feathered fiend can’t stand anyone else touching his wings. Why would he now? 

But to his surprise, Takami takes a slow, deep breath, looks up at him over his shoulder, and says “please?” in the smallest voice Enji’s ever heard. 

“Of course,” he hears himself saying. What is he doing? But he says nothing more, sitting behind Takami on the bed. Now that he’s thinking clearly, he isn’t quite sure what to do. It’s different from hair, surely, but he’s never had much experience with that, either. And yet he surely can’t back out now. Not when Takami is exhibiting so much trust. He reaches out. Hesitates. Tries again. The feathers are soft to the touch, surprising Enji; he’s seen the damage they can do in battle first hand. Yet they give way under his fingers as he smooths them out, shivering as a breeze through the leaves of a tree. No, it’s Takami shivering. Enji can just see over his head how the little guy’s hands are gripping the edge of his blanket. 

“Are you okay, Kei-chan?” 

“M-mhm.” 

“Alright.” Enji doesn’t have the energy to parse if it’s truth or lie, and so takes it for what it is. If Takami deems it bad, he’ll tell him. He hopes. They’ve gotten this far, haven’t they? And so he continues his ministrations, stroking through the feathers until they’ve relaxed back into place. It isn’t until the last of them have been smoothed out that Enji notices the shivering had stopped, but in its place is a gentle swaying. 

“Kei-chan…?” 

“Mm?” Takami hums eloquently, his head dropping back to look at Enji. A blind man could see that he’s hanging by a thread to wakefulness. It’s the most relaxed Enji’s ever seen him. It makes him wonder what it would be like to see him this relaxed when he isn’t sick. 

Maybe there’ll be time for that later. With a start, Enji realizes with muted horror that he’s feeling fond. Choosing to ignore the sentiment, he carefully guides Takami to rest against the pillows and tucks the blanket snugly around him. The koala is once more placed in his arms. 

But Enji’s job isn’t done. No, of course it isn’t. As he starts to get up, a hand snakes out and latches onto his pants leg. 

“Stay,” Takami mumbles, his eyes still closed. 

And for whatever reason, Enji does. 

[sleepysakusa]

requests? outfits or little drabbles! open to any mha characters :P and maybe haikyuu but i’m not sooooo into that rn

for drabbles, include who you’d like to see as the regressor or caregiver & any ideas you may have

for outfits, include a character & colour or theme if you’d like! (example: shigaraki and blue, or midoriya yellow and bunnies)

i will not be writing nsfw content!

[curtsycream]

OKAY SO I GOT A VERY FUNNY IDEA

Ch kiribakudeku x little reader where she is so tiny in her headspace that she uses pacis and some day she lays her head on daddy bakugou and feels his nipple through his shirt and thinks it's a paci so she just bite in his nipple and he screams and now her other cg run into the room and ask what happened and he says that she bite his nipple and whole kiri laughs his ass off deku ask why she did it and she said innocently "pwaci" thinking that his nipple was a paci 😂😂💖

Pacifier Complications

BakuDekuKiri x Little!Reader

Kind of short didn’t mean for that, hope you enjoy <333

The soft lullaby of Max & Ruby paired with the slow rocking that Bakugou was doing made her sleepy. She knew their tricks even in her headspace where they would get her all cozy and put her to bed. With her pacifier in her mouth she seemed to be falling into that trap.

That was until it fell from her mouth but she didn’t attempt to open her eyes. Instead she blindly searched while Bakugou was none the wiser hiding focus on the kid show. Until he felt something or someone bite his nipple a scream left his lips.

Looking down he noticed the closed eyed little looking up at him with wide eyes. Both of them stared at each other before the rush of footsteps was heard. Midoriya followed by Kirishima rushed into the room, “what happened? Is everything okay? Are we under attack-”

“Shutup Deku, she bit me..accidentally I think she thought I was her paci,” he explained rubbing his nipple.

Kirishima seemed to piece two and two together before howling with laughter. His hand on his stomach as he bent over to grab the couch.

“That’s it laugh it up, I bet my pain is amusing,” he said in a calm tone. Though on the inside he was seething knowing if she wasn’t in his lap he would have said a few things.

Midoriya on the other hand focused on her as he grabbed her fallen pacifier. “Aww she didn’t mean to…did you?”

“Thought it was my pwaci,” she explains taking it from his hand to put it back in her mouth. “Sowwy.”

Midoriya chuckled at her words as Bakugou shook his head, “don’t be sorry it’s okay. I’m fine though Eijirou..I’m not to sure about..”

“What’s that supposed to mean Katsuki?”

“Wait until naptime to find out..”

“You know I wasn’t laughing at you right? Right? Katsuki? I know you hear me!”

[dragon-queen21]

New Nickname Acquired

~~~

“What’s your problem pichu?”

Denki looked up at Bakugou with wide, teary eyes.

"Hello? Did you somehow fry the rest of you're brain cells?" Bakugou waves a hand in front of his face.

“Me?” Denki points to himself, sniffling.

“Yes you stupid, who else?”

Denki didn’t know who else Bakugou could be referring too, but was almost certain it couldn't have been him. The nickname he used was plain off, so he had just assumed the mentally older boy was speaking to someone else. “Bu’ you call me picachu?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, heaving a sigh, and Denki got the overwhelming fear that he said something wrong. “But you’re not. Small you gets a small nickname. Jeez, do I have to explain everything to you?”

Denki shakes his head and smiles.

[thecutestcub]

Bedtime (rewrite)

Carer!Bakugou Katsuki x Little!Reader

“There you are, my lil' bombshell!" Bakugou says as he scoops you up into his arms. While Katsuki wasn't much of a cuddler, when it came to you, he would cuddle with you until you were sick of him.

"Are you comfortable, love?" he asked while flicking through cartoons on his laptop. You nodded your head slowly in reply, already feeling sleepy. He replied with a small chuckle before turning on your favorite show. In a soft whisper, he kissed your forehead and said "goodnight." However, you were focused on the cartoon in front of you.

Midway through the show, you heard your caregiver snore softly. Suddenly, you realized it was 8 o'clock...Katsuki's bedtime, although he would never call it that aloud. As he snuggled closer to you, you soon fell asleep as well while the cartoon was playing in the background. Sleep comes easily to you when you hear the soft snores of your caregiver. You always loved bedtime whenever Katsuki cared for you. 

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During the night, Katsuki woke up from his sleep. You were passed out in his arms with only light snores leaving you. Katuski sat up gently, making sure not to wake you as he slowly stood up. 

Katsuki got off the couch and shifted your body so that you were now in his right arm. He slowly walked towards his bed. You were placed down while Katsuki gave your forehead the softest kiss he could muster. You awoke but only long enough to whisper an 'I love you' to him. If Katsuki wasn’t in love with you before he sure was now.

He decided to get some work done while he was awake, too worried to leave you alone. Once he felt tired enough to sleep, he rejoined you in bed. Despite the fact you were sleeping, as if you knew he was there, you cuddled up against him.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling. Neither of you woke up until his alarm rung in the morning. 

-TheCutestCub 

Im planning to delete the originals but put them on a public doc for everyone if they preferred them before the rewrite <3

[mamaslittlespace]

♡ Safe Space Cubby ♡

☁︎ Welcome ageres! Hi All Littles, caregivers, or anyone who wants to be here. Call me Cookie: I am a little and a mommy!caregiver. Lately the world has been crushing down on me and I wanted to make some stuff to help me and others. So I’m here to make some fics!! And they will be very slowly coming out because I run another account.

🍼 Masterlist 🍼

⇢ My hero academia

Fruit shakes- Cg!iida x fem!little!reader

Best price- CG! Kirishima x trans!reader

⇢ Demon Slayer

⇢ Marvel

🧸 Rules to follow 🧸

★ If this is not the page for you, block or move one. This is how some of us feel safe and heal. Sometimes it’s okay to scroll and not leave hate.

★ this is a completely sfw safe. AgeRegression here is just for comfort and nothing sexual about it. You can leave my page if that’s what you want but on here it’s a no.

★ i wouldn’t be doing to heavy themes when it comes to angst but I will give comfort of fics on who ask!

★ blankies, pacis, stuffis, snacks are aloud.

★ like I said no too heavy themes but I’m comfortable with most things for the littles!

★ if you leave a message in my inbox I will reply as a little or a caregiver! Whatever you want.

★ fics will be short and sweet.

★ fem, male, gn are all expected! I will try my best with all of them!

★ body types are welcome too in requests.

★ kitten, puppy spaces are welcome too!!

★ beware I am not familiar with all disability’s so my lack of knowledge might be bad. But I will try my best

★ My hero: Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Momo, Todoroki, Iida. Ships: kirideku, kiribaku, Bakudeku, kiribakudeku.

★ Demonslayer: Tanjiro Kamado, Mitsuri Kanroji, Giyu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Shinobu Kochō

★ Marvel: Wanda Maximoff, Team!Avengers.

★ requests and fics might not come out for a while. I log off to go to my main account and can only make theses when I have time!! I am sorry, I hope I can keep up with this account!!

☪︎ open for fandom suggestions ☪︎

🎀 things about me 🎀

𐀔 hello I’m cookie. I am 19 years old, in the past I have used age regression as a save space to heal my trauma but I haven’t been little in a long time, until now. I have had many Cgs but they have all be bad, and littles too but they are mixed. I am willing to be friends with everyone on here if they want! Cg me can help take care of you littles, which little me can play and bond with you too. And little me will love to have a cg to talk to about anything, get to know people first tho before jumping to anything but friends are all at the start!! Thank you <3

𐀔 I like animal crossing, a lots of video games, coloring, and Bluey!

[bonnie-the-mutt]

shouto pet regressor︵🦴❄️

I got a little self indulgent and made a shouto regressor board.. I know I have requests to do but.. I couldn't help it. I've been reading this MHA agere fic and it has me by the heart.

.. gulp ok I'm doing my requests now I'm sorry hehe !!

here r some of my shouto regressor hcs:

- he's a puppy pet regressor / dreamer

- he regresses to age 4-8

- he loves playing with action figures and watching action movies

- he likes arts and crafts and coloring !

- his regression is a coping mechanism & hobby he uses to wind down

- he typically regresses at night and he's a very sleepy boy

- his guilty pleasure is cozy games on his switch. he loves cooking mama, Minecraft and animal crossing !

- he likes to be alone when he regresses and goes very nonverbal !

- he loves big, oversized clothes and fluffy blankets

- he likes fidgets ! especially if they make noise or have a weird texture. he would love to have a baby crinkle blanket

- he has a bunny plush nammed bun <3

[timepetalzz]

Guys be honest should I self indulge and write regressor!11 and cg!ponds fic and post it on here when I’m done.. I haven’t wrote an agere fic in so long I think it’d be awesome..

DNI┆MHA FANDOM!!! n$fw, antirecov, transmed, k1nk, zionist, basic dni criteria, abdl