#agere imagine!

[babiepupp]

⋆ ˚｡୨୧ CG!Diluc Imagine!: Need me to tuck you in? ୨୧ ˚｡⋆

x GN Little reader. Hope you enjoy!

- Bear 🧸

Summer evenings.. oh how Diluc wished they could last forever, the way the orange sun set over the horizon of Mondstadt like a roaring fire. He stared down at his newspaper, humming softly to himself as he turned the pages, his coat neatly hung up on the chair. He paused for a moment, hearing a slight creak from the old floorboards of the winery.

“.. I can see you little bird. Is there a problem?” He asked, looking up at the stairs, where you stood. He chuckled softly, a soft smile crossing his face as he walked towards you, kneeling down to your level.

“What’s wrong? Are you perhaps hungry? Thirsty maybe?” He asked, wracking his brains for what could be causing a potential problem, but when you pointed up the stairs- he instantly knew.

“Ah. You were waiting for me to tuck you into bed?” He asked, smiling as he stood up again, reaching out his gloved hand and gently ruffling your hair. Despite his supposed grumpy demeanour, he always showed his love towards you. You were everything to him.

He reached forwards, lifting you up and placing you on his hip as he strolled to the kitchen, placing you down on the wooden counter. He had been told by Lisa that littles always liked a bottle before bed and her advice had worked tremendously up to this point.

“You just sit right there for a moment sweetheart, Papa will get make you a bottle.” He said, grabbing your favourite bottle out of the cupboard and swiftly fixing up a bottle, he always made sure to be swift while doing so to prevent any upsets.

“And.. there we go.” He spoke, chuckling as he lifted you back up into his burly arms. It paid off to be a bartender sometimes, he always managed to fix up bottles for you at an incredibly quick pace. He began ascending the wooden stairs, humming softly as he walked into his bedroom.

“I assume we’re ready for bed now, hmm? You’ve got your bottle and your blankie..” he said, his red eyes scanning you over quickly.

“..And I assume you don’t need a change?” He asked tenderly, his voice quiet and gentle as not to startle you. He sighed in relief as you nodded, gently pulling back the luxurious duvet and carefully laying you down on the pillows, all while smiling softly.

“Do you want Papa to stay beside you for a little bit until you drop off?” He asked, tucking you in to the covers, making sure your stuffed animal was securely in the sheets too before sitting on the other side of the bed, reaching out and stroking your hair.

When he could see your eyes begin to close and suck on your bottle in a relaxed manner, he felt his heart warm slightly. He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading to the door, turning out the light as he spoke.

“Goodnight, little bird. Have sweet and pleasant dreams.” He murmured before exiting, shutting the door behind him with a chuckle.

Woohoo! My first imagine I’ve made, I love doing oc writing and such outside of tumblr, but this time was my first time writing a proper one! I hope you guys liked it!! ♡

[veggieowlet]

// imagine a day at the library with your cg (mama ver.) // ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

"remember to use your inside voice, love."

"lets hold mama's hand when we go up the steps baby, don't want you tripping now, would we?"

holding hands while your cg asks for additional information at the front desk.

"you're too tiny to be walking around on your own honey, but we can look for any book you like together."

your cg helps to pick out your book(s) based on your favorite interests.

"do you like that book sweetheart? well, let's go find a spot to sit and read it together."

cuddling in your cg's arms while their voice, alongside a good story, soothes you into your headspace.

coloring or drawing at the kids station and playing with the second hand toys.

your cg helping you carry your new stack of books to the counter and checking them out for you.

"alright baby, remember, your new books are due by x."

"you've been so good today, how about a little treat before we head home."

banner refers to 18+ content! older regressors are always welcome to interact with me here

[evanspaws]

Imagine.

You’ve been pushing off regression for weeks now, and its taking a toll on your mental health. Your caregiver notices and has slowly been pushing you to regress, today - you have a breakdown from stress. Your caregiver holds you and rocks you slowly to help you calm down. They hush you and slowly push a pacifier into your mouth, at first you spit it out - not wanting to regress.. but they put it in again and slowly hush you. (Caregiver Title) rubs your back and turns on the TV to your favorite show/movie and sits you on the couch, leaving for a moment to get you a snack and a juice (or water). Your caregiver comes back and you two cuddle for the duration of the movie/show.

(I suck at writing please excuse any mistakez)

[sporecringe]

[regressionworldz]

Imagine Dogday trying to y/n to sleep but is having trouble cause their being fussy, an gets a little….miffed when Catnap easily gets y/n to sleep [without the gas]

Haha, I could definitely see something like that happening. I feel like Catnap is just naturally good at putting people to sleep (with or without his gas), so I think it would make Dogday a little jealous (but he'd still appreciate it, I think!)

Also, sorry for the lack of content, I've been SWAMPED with commissions, but I managed to finish this after weeks, so I hope you guys enjoy!

[k1ddiecat]

Idk what regressor/little needs to hear this but you are allowed to love your diapers. You are allowed to love the way you look in them/like the way they feel/like using them/like getting changed/ fantasize about getting changed. It's not a topic everyone is comfortable talking about and that's ok but you don't ever need to worry about "accidentally" crossing into being nsfw or loving your diaps "too much". You know who you are and you know where your boundaries are, you are not going to get "corrupted" nor is that even possible. Many littles I've talked to, maybe even half of them have or have had an experience with incontinence that mandated their use and they began to embrace them after that. ABU for very good reason reminds people to renew their supplies if needed for medical reasons. Whether you need them or want them is ok. Enjoy all aspects of your regression fully.

[littlestarryagere]

Trans Pride Agere Moodboard 🩵🩷🤍

[quinnysnursery]

behold, the "agere moments" compilation i promised you guys awhile ago.

lmk if you guys would be interested in some more of these for future vlogs they do!!

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taglist bc i feel like y'all need to see this:

@natedoeswife @blahbel668 @nicksloverrr @katw4shereee @pkfferoo @mattssturnz @mattsturniologf444 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211

[minminyoonjii]

Hiiiii. This is a request you don’t have to answer but I would like to know your thoughts on. I know you’ve done a few scenarios where ot8’s little gas a nightmare but what about the caregivers aka skz having a nightmare about their little ( ie like their little finding a better cg etc.) and how they would smother their little with affection and love and wouldn’t want to let them go after it.

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Wholesome Sleepy Boys|Hurt/Comfort|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Soft Reassurance Fic|Crying|Panic Jolts|Tooth Rotting Sweet

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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Bang Chan

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, tossing and turning in his sleep, "Don't take them," he mumbled, reaching out his hand. "Hah," Chan gasped, his eyes blown open but his mind was disoriented. He pushed himself out of his bed and stumbled his way towards your room. "Please be sleeping," he mumbled, hoping his dream was just a dream. Your soft snores instantly reassured him. Chan exhaled deeply, "Thank god," he whispered, walking towards your sleeping figure. You stirred awake, "Daddy?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes. "Shh, shh. Go back to sleep, little one. Daddy just needed to see you," he whispered, stroking your hair. You shifted aside, "Cuddle?" you asked, making grabby hands towards him. Chan chuckled, laying himself next to you as he pulled you close to his chest. The sound of your heartbeat against his body gave him a big relief. You figured out that something was wrong but it was too late in the night to think, "Daddy safe," you whispered, burrowing your face between his pecs. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Daddy's always safe when you're here, my sweet little one," he said, wrapping his legs around yours as you both drifted back to sleep.

Lee Minho

Minho groaned, clenching his hands into fists, "Get your hands off them," he grumbled in his sleep when Doongie swatted at his hand. "Ah?" he gasped, rubbing his eyes to see Doongie's dilated eyes. Minho chuckled, scratching under his neck, "You scared me, Doong Doong-ah. I almost decked you," he said, pampering kisses on Doongie's face. Minho pushed off his blanket and walked to your room, "Cupcake? Are you awake?" he whispered, moving closer to your bed. A subtle smile etched his lips at the sight of you snuggling Dori, "Can you come out?" he whispered, seeing Dori squirm. You shifted your position and eventually released Dori from your clutches. Minho chuckled and pulled you onto his lap. You stirred awake, "Hhgh," you whined, nuzzling closer into his chest. Minho buried his face into your hair, "Hah," he sighed, nosing your hair and face. You whined at his ministrations, glaring at him sleepily. Minho smirked, kissing your nose, "Go back to sleep, cupcake. Mama just needed you close," he whispered, rocking your body softly.

Seo Changbin

"Agi, please come back," he whimpered, dread filling his sleeping mind. Changbin jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. "Where's my agi? Uri agi," he slurred, wobbling to your room. Changbin swung open your door, flinching you awake. Your lips wobbled, hating the feeling of distortion. Changbin swooped you into his arm, "My agi," whispered, sniffling into your hair. Tears pooled up in your eyes, overwhelmed from being forced awake, "Baba," you hiccuped, gripping his tank top. Changbin bounced you in his arms, "Shh, shh, shh. Baba's here, agi. He's never letting you go even if you try," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. You sighed in relief, melting yourself within his arms. Changbin sniffled a weak smile, "Just the thought of losing you agi broke me to tears, he whimpered, pampering wet kisses all over your face. He exhaled a shaky sigh, "I'm never letting you out of my sight," he said, swaying with you cosy in his arms.

Hwang Hyunjin

"My head," Hyunjin groaned, sitting up with his eye mask. A brief moment of his nightmare flashed within his mind. "Love!" he exclaimed, ripping off his eye mask and sprinting towards your room. "Lovely?" he whispered, hearing your soft subtle snores. Your face was burrowed into Jiniret. The sight itself made his heart swell. "You're here," he whispered, sitting on the edge of your bed. Hyunjin ran his hand up your calves, "Pretty love. So so precious to me," he whispered, kissing the top of your palm. You whined in your sleep, jutting your lips into a sulky pout. Hyunjin chuckled, lying next to you. He gently took Jiniret from your hold and gently set him aside, "You don't need him for now. Papa's here," he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggled against his warmth, a soft smile etched on your lips. Hyunjin leaned forward and kissed your forehead, "No nightmare will ever come between us, love," he whispered, drifting off to sleep.

Han Jisung

"Sweetheart, please. I can do better I promise," he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tossed and turned from his nightmare. A broken sob escaped his lips as he flinched awake, "Sweetheart," he sobbed, getting up from his bed and towards your crib in his room. You blinked at him, sleep coating your eyelids. Jisung carried you up and cradled your body close, "You're okay, sweetheart. Appa just had a bad dream," he whispered after hearing your distressed whimper. Jisung carried you back to his bed, "You're sleeping with Appa tonight," he whispered, placing pillows on your side of the bed just in case you accidentally rolled off. You suckled your pacifier and stared up at him. Jisung cooed, patting your tummy, "Appa woke you up, huh? Look at your pretty eyes," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You nuzzled his palm, a yawn muffled around your pacifier. "You're right, sweetheart. We should go back to sleep," he whispered, shifting you on him. You laid your cheek on his chest, sleep coaxing you deeper and deeper. Jisung kissed your hair, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, sleeping right after.

Lee Felix

"No, no, no," Felix grunted, his hair matted with sweat. He jolted upright, "Hah, hah," he gasped, tossing off his comforter. He looked around, "My sunshine. I need my sunshine," he whimpered, standing up with wobbling knees. Felix sniffled, using the walls as support as he made his way to your room. "Sunshine," he whispered, seeing you sleeping peacefully. You lifted your head, eyes shut closed. Felix chuckled wetly, "It's just me, sunshine. Mommy's here," he whispered, sitting by your face. You nuzzled against his waist, relaxed after knowing who came in. Felix smiled, kissing your ear, "Sunshine, can I ask you something?" he asked, gently rubbing your ear. You nodded, sleep still coating your mind. Felix exhaled shaking, "Am I a good Mommy to you, sunshine? Have I ever made you sad?" he gulped, remembering the words you said in his dream before you left. You shook your head and wiggled yourself onto his lap, "No. You're the best Mommy. My only Mommy," you whispered, placing his hand on your head. Felix smiled, soft tears dripping down his cheeks, "Thank you, sunshine. I love you so so much," he sniffled, stroking your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his waist, "Love love, Mommy more," you giggled, nuzzling his torso.

Kim Seungmin

"You're mine, munchkin. You think you can just leave?" he grumbled, clenching his jaw in his sleep. Seungmin's eyes blew open, hurt and anger simmered within his chest. "Munchkin," he whispered, getting off his bed and making a beeline towards your room. Seungmin opened your door, and your soft snores sent an odd conflict within his chest. "It's just a dream. They're still here. It's just a damn dream," he grunted, trying not to project his anger towards you. "Dada, don't go," you sniffled in your sleep, tears slowly drenched your pillow. Seungmin felt his heart clench, "Oh, oh no. Dada's here, munchkin," he whispered, brushing your hair back. You melted into his touch, his presence itself made you feel safe. Seungmin smiled, "Little munchkin thought about me too," he cooed, wiping your tears. He chuckled softly and lay next to you, "You can't live without me as much as I can't live without you," he whispered, cuddling you close.

Yang Jeongin

"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to wash Foxi.ny," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he stirred awake. The guilt clenched his heart. "I have to see my little," he slurred, getting up from his bed. Jeongin stumbled his way into the hallway. "My poor angel. I shouldn't have washed Foxi.ny," he mumbled, not realizing it was just a very vivid dream. He opened your door and beelined towards your bed. Jeongin cupped your face and sniffled, "Ninnin's sorry, angel," he whimpered, waking you up. "Huh?" you whispered, squinting at him. "I'm sorry for washing Foxi.ny," Jeongin repeated, the sleepy guilt overwhelming his brain. You nuzzled his palm, "Foxi.ny is right here," you said, holding the familiar skzoo. Jeongin tilted his head, "Oh," he whispered, wiping the snot dripping down his nose. You giggled, and wiped his nose with a tissue, "Ninnin, huggies?" you asked, wanting to go back to sleep. Jeongin blinked, "Okay, angel. Yeah. Huggies," he whispered, pulling you onto his chest. You burrowed into his hold, "Night night, Ninnin," you yawned, snuggling close. Jeongin yawned back, "Good night, little angel," he whispered, drifting off.

[nicksbestie]

c.s. - little (headcanons)

~ chris is your hyper little. there's barely a moment of quiet in your home!

~ when he does relax, it's because he's passed out asleep somewhere

~ chris is the little that you can never leave out of your sight, and if he goes quiet, it's a red flag and you have to find out what he's up to

~ he eats just about everything you put in front of him, never incredibly picky, however, if he doesn't like something, you will know it

~ a huge cuddler. naptimes are always in your arms, and if he's not there, a nap is out of the question

~ despite how happy and bubbly he is while in his headspace, outside of it he's incredibly shy about it, but you're always quick to reassure him

~ he's not really a paci's little, but when he's incredibly tired or overwhelmed, sometimes it does the trick to get him to calm down

~ he adores you. he follows you around, looks at you like you hung the moon, smiling whenever you kiss his forehead, always clinging to you

~ while he is rowdy and hyper, he's not badly behaved. you almost never have to punish him, but you often do have to be firm

~ stuffies and toys EVERYWHERE. he's absolutely spoiled by his friends that know about his regression, and it shows in the mess of your living room and his bedroom

taglist <3

taglist : @bratzforchris @rafecameronsbitch @jessie-essie @chrislover444 @alastor-konig-kakashi-shoutasimp @quinnysnursery

[cerealkiddie]

winter with an itty baby :(

"let's bundle you up kiddo! don't wanna get sick, m'kay?"

"you want hot chocolate, tea or coffee little one?"

going to a park with other regressors to have a snowball fight or making snowmen & snow angels

"you don't want your hat? that's ok mama/papa will hold it till you do."

just staring at the snow and it's beauty <3

baking cookies and getting a little messy ☹️

making paper snowflakes to hang up

taking a warm bath with epsom salts for those with muscle pain

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

Late night drive with cg ~☆

- Getting tucked into your seat and buckled up with a gentle kiss to your nose

"Ready for our adventure little one?"

The gentle rocking of the car soothing you till everything feels dreamy and soft around the edges

Holding your stuffie to the window and pretending they can fly, making "whoosh" sound effects so your Cg giggles

Mama/Papa humming along to quiet music

Finally being lulled to sleep, the feeling of being scooped up and carried back inside when the journey is over

[mother-athena]

Little one, what are you still doing up at this hour? It's past your bedtime now...

Oh, you were trying to finish your show? Okay. No, it's alright baby, but mommy thinks you should save the rest of the episodes for tomorrow. I don't want you to be so tired in the morning that you feel cranky. I promise, you can wake up early to watch the rest, but right now, it's time to lay down.

How about this, can you tell me what your favorite part was while I warm up some milk for you? I would love to hear about what happened in your show. Yeah? Okay, come on precious, let's go grab your sippy.

[bratzforchris]

Babygirl

Summary: Little drabbles about CG!Chris with his little, based off of this <3

Pairing: Caregiver!Chris x feminine and little!reader

Warnings: Little bit of crying/anxiety, fluff fluff and more fluff

Word Count: N/A

A/N: This genuinely made my heart so happy to write<3 Caregiver!Chris is is just so 🧸🦌🩰🍼✨💗 As always, age regression is nonsexual and innocent. If you don't like it, don't read it! Enjoy ♡

date a boy who...encourages your regression ♡

It had been a little over a month since you had told your boyfriend about your regression and why you did it, but you had yet to slip around him. Chris had been extremely open, accepting, and gentle about your headspace, but for some reason, you still couldn't shake the fact that you felt like you were bothering him.

Chris understood why this was a rather difficult thing for you to share, as well as why you didn't necessarily want to jump in feet first. He never pushed you to regress by any means, but after reading more on age regression on the days you were at work or the nights when you fell asleep before him, he figured it couldn't be very healthy for you to go this long slipping without a caregiver.

And so, he set himself to the task of gently encouraging your regression. Before you knew it, small boxes from Etsy would arrive to your house weekly, each one containing a decorated pacifier from a small shop that read things like 'Daddy's Princess', 'Sleepy Baby', and 'Little Angel'. Toys would "magically" appear on your shared bed or with your other little gear when you came home from work, as well as the small princess tent that had taken up residence in the corner of your shared basement room.

Though you hadn't fully regressed around Chris yet, you couldn't even begin to explain how grateful this made you. Your past boyfriends had been less than accepting when it came to your headspace, but Chris had taken it in stride, and you secretly thought that he was enjoying taking on the role of "Daddy" more than he was letting on.

Whenever he knew you had been having a hard day, Chris would pull you into his lap on the couch or in bed to cuddle, mumbling soft things like "Come cuddle, angel", "Daddy misses his baby girl!", or "Awww honey, you're so cute! Let Daddy take care of you, okay?". You had to admit that the more he encouraged your regression in a gentle manner, the more you wanted to slip.

Chris never pushed you, but he would always be right there until you were ready to slip, offering gentle hugs, praises, kisses <3

date a boy who...gets super excited when you're in littlespace ♡

You hadn't meant to slip. It wasn't that you couldn't, it was just that you genuinely weren't expecting it. You'd been slightly tired when Chris had proposed a movie night, but not enough so that you would actually slip. Being tired was one of your biggest headspace triggers, but you could usually anticipate the fuzzy feeling that overtook you.

Your boyfriend had slipped out of bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and stating that he was going upstairs to make hot chocolate for your movie. While Chris was gone, you had grabbed your phone off the charger and opened up Pinterest to pass the time. You were cold and slightly sleepy, which only exacerbated your want of cuddles.

You scrolled through the various photos, mentally cooing at cute ones. Your boyfriend and your headspace were arguably the biggest parts of your life, and your Pinterest feed reflected that. You clicked on a concept of a little and her daddy, before looking through more, which were mixed with cute photos of Chris that fans had uploaded.

Before you knew it, you snowballed, slipping right into headspace. You giggled to yourself, clutching your stuffie to your chest and looking at more cute things until the bedroom door opened.

"Daddy!" You squealed, throwing yourself up with a smile.

Chris looked up abruptly, kicking his bedroom door closed with his foot and setting the mugs he was carrying on the dresser. "...oh! Hi baby! I didn't know you were little!"

You smiled as Chris walked over to the bed and picked you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and pepper his face with (slobbery) kisses. "I missied you, Daddy."

"I missed you too, pumpkin! I didn't know I was getting to see my little girl tonight!" He always told you, but there were times where you didn't believe it. Chris loved you being in headspace almost more than you did. The light returned to your eyes, you slept better, and you were overall much more peaceful. Your caregiver moved to grab the mugs of hot cocoa, gently setting you down in bed and getting you situated with the warm drink. "Should we watch a movie, princess?"

You nodded eagerly and Chris flipped the TV to Disney+, already knowing that you would be requesting Tangled. Sure enough, as soon as the opening credits began, you began to squeal happily, eagerly sipping your cocoa. Throughout the entirety of the movie, Chris hardly watched the scenes, instead, focusing on admiring how much he loved his baby girl <3

date a boy who...calls you cute pet names ♡

If there was one thing about your regression, it was that you were hardly ever called by your real name. It's not that Chris didn't adore your name; instead, there were just so many adorable options for him to pick from.

These ranged from baby girl to angel to honey pie to sweetheart to little one. He would always say them while pressing a kiss to your cheeks/nose/head, calling you a good girl.

"Daddy's little angel is just the best girl in the world, isn't she?" Chris asks you, pressing a kiss to your head as he fills your sippy up with juice.

"Night night, baby girl." he hums, pulling you closer to his chest as you start to drift off, your shared room illuminated by your LED projector.

"Oh sweetheart! Thank you for making me look beautiful, honey!" Your daddy grins, observing the pigtails that you've put into his hair in the mirror.

And secretly? You wouldn't change a thing <3

date a boy who...stops whatever he's doing to cuddle you when you're feeling needy or anxious ♡

You groaned as you thrust your head into your hands. It was just past midnight and here you were, still sat at your desk, textbooks, papers, and highlighters scattered around you as you studied for your statistics exam tomorrow. Every time you felt like you grasped a concept, it would just slip away from you when you went to work on a practice problem.

Before you knew it, tears began to stream down your cheeks. You had always been one to crave academic validation, and the thought of anything less than a perfect score was enough to make a hollow pit of anxiety grow in your stomach. Your final was tomorrow, and it felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

Deciding that you were no longer going to be able to even try to study, you pulled your phone out of desk drawer you had shoved it in and shot Chris a quick text.

can you come downstairs, please?

You knew that the triplet brothers were upstairs, most likely having a Fortnite tournament, but right now, you needed your daddy and a good slip more than anything in the world. The sound of Chris' footsteps thumping down the basement stairs drew you out of your thoughts just as he opened the door to your shared room.

"What's up, ma?" he asked cheerfully, but his mood quickly changed when he saw you hunched over your desk and crying. "Oh...baby, what's wrong?"

Your boyfriend scooped you into a hug, allowing you to bury your tear-streaked face into his shoulder. "'M stressed."

"About your exam?" Chris asked knowingly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

You nodded, sniffling quietly. "I'm gonna fail."

"Shhhh honey," Chris began to sway back and forth, knowing that the motion relaxed you and was an almost immediate trigger for your littlespace. "That's a big girl worry, my love. You need to be Daddy's baby right now, princess."

Sure enough, the gentle rocking and the quiet caregiver voice catapulted you directly into your headspace. "Daddy?" You sniffled, cocking your head and finally removing your face from Chris' shoulders.

"There's my little one." he smiled, tickling your sides gently.

You blushed, wrapping your little fist around your daddy's thumb. Chris kissed your forehead, laying you down on the bed and then sliding next to you. He began to rub his large, warm hands across your back and tummy, giving you a gentle massage to release some of the tension in your body. No matter what, your daddy would drop anything and everything to cuddle his baby girl <3

date a boy who...loves tickle fights ♡

Chris had a favorite caregiver game. While some caregivers liked quiet, gentle games, your daddy absolutely loved to run wild with you. This particular game was one that made his heart swell with happiness, mostly because of the little giggles and happy squeals that fell from your lips.

"The Tickle Monster" involved him chasing you around the house, making 'monster' noises and threatening to tickle you. Once you had both collapsed on the couch, Chris began to tickle you relentlessly.

"Daddy!" You giggled. "No tickles!"

"Oh yes, princess! The Tickle Monster caught you!"

This would continue on for a while, Chris tickling you and you giggling and squealing, until the fight finally left your body. You curled up on your caregiver's chest, yawning widely. And in that moment, Chris knew that he wouldn't change this for the world <3

date a boy who...helps you regress when you can't do it by yourself ♡

It had been an extremely long week. Between your final exams, things with your job, and Chris being gone almost all day for filming purposes, you had hardly gotten a moment alone, furthermore time for you to slip.

Unfortunately, if you went too long without being in your headspace, it became difficult for you to just jump back in. Your boyfriend knew this, hence why he was currently planning how your night would go.

“C’mere baby,” he hummed, opening his arms as he sat down on the couch. “Daddy’s missed his little girl this week.”

You blushed but quickly obliged to cuddles, snuggling into his side. You were silently thankful that Matt and Nick were at a movie at the moment. Although both brothers knew of your littlespace, you preferred to slip away from them.

"I've got you, princess," Chris mumbled, kissing the top of your head. "Just let Daddy take care of you."

Sure enough, you quickly fell into your littlespace, happily blushing and giggling. You knew that you wouldn't have slipped that quickly and happily had it not been for your caregiver, and for that, you were beyond grateful <3

date a boy who...cooks you cute little meals ♡

It was a well-known fact that the three things in Chris' cooking repertoire were eggs and bacon, ramen, and hotdogs. None of which your little self was particularly fond of. However, your daddy knew he had to keep his baby fed, hence why he had come up with the concept of "little meals".

Your little meals ranged from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into cute shapes to microwaved nuggets on an adorably divided plate. You didn't even care about the content of the plate that much. Instead, you focused more on whether or not the food was on a Hello Kitty plate and whether or not it came with a cup of apple juice.

The best part of eating your little meals, though? It was when you daddy sat down beside you, eating his own food and sending you soft, gentle smiles <3

date a boy who...teaches you how to be a big kid ♡

There was very little Chris actively tried to change about your regression. It was your coping mechanism and for your healing, however, as a caregiver, he felt the responsibility to step in when your behaviors weren't as healthy.

Even in your littlespace, you had quite a bit of anxiety. In your regressed state, this would often cause full blown meltdowns and panic attacks, which ended up pulling you out of your headspace for days. That's why your boyfriend/caregiver was on a mission.

The mission? To teach you how to actively and healthy talk about your feelings while in headspace. Hence why you came home to a small, pink journal sitting on your and Chris' shared bed, despite the fact that he wasn't home. Curiosity got the best of you, and you gingerly opened the cover, reading what your boyfriend had scrawled across the first page.

Hey sweetheart! Daddy wants to make sure you're happy and healthy, right? That includes your body, your mind, and that big heart. Whenever you feel worried or anxious, you can draw me a picture in here to help your feelings and then we can talk about them, okay? I love you, baby girl <3

You didn't even realize that small tears were dripping down your cheeks as you read, until one landed on the lined notebook paper. You realized how eternally grateful you were that Chris truly cared about you and your feelings, little and big <3

date a boy who...buys you little things ♡

It would not be an exaggeration to say you were absolutely spoiled, both little and big. One of Chris' biggest love languages was gift giving, and that applied to your littlespace as well. You were absolutely spoiled beyond belief.

A pink princess tent had taken up residence in the corner of your shared basement room, along with a wall of stuffed animals. All kinds of toys like Calico Critters and Barbies spilled from a small trunk beside the tent, littering the floor.

Though he knew it was his weak point as a caregiver, Chris was no more likely to clean up than you were. He was content to bounce from activity to activity, as long as it meant he got to see that happy little smile on your face.

Your daddy absolutely loved buying little things for you and spoiling you, simply because it meant he got to see the cute giggles and happy smiles on his baby girl's face <3

date a boy who...makes you feel safe ♡

It had been raining all day. That you were expecting. What you weren't expecting was the loud clap of thunder that suddenly echoed through the house. You had been peacefully wrapped up in your caregiver's arms until this moment, watching My Little Pony. When you heard the noise, you looked up at Chris with a whimper, eyes going wide.

"Shhh, honey. It's just the thunder," Your daddy assured you, kissing your head and pulling you closer to him. "Daddy won't let anything happen to his baby girl."

Though you were still terrified, your body began to relax back into Chris hold. You let yourself lay against his chest, eyes trained on the cartoon. Your daddy had a special way of making you feel safe, and you trusted Chris with your life, little and big. Despite the sheets of rain pounding against the house and the thunder that rattled through your home, you felt immensely safe. It wasn't long until you were completely passed out in Chris' arms, snoring softly <3

date a boy who...tells you he loves you with his whole heart ♡

You had been through a lot in your short twenty years of living. You couldn't change that, but you could change how you experienced love as an adult. Chris made sure of that. Not a day went by where he didn't tell you he loved you multiple times a day. Even if it wasn't verbal, he always made sure to show his affection for you in everything from his actions to physical affection.

By far his favorite thing to make you and your little self feel loved though, was to tell you. He would plant little kisses on your rosy cheeks and your forehead, murmuring a "Daddy loves you, baby" after each one.

Just based off the look in his gentle, blue eyes, he could tell that he meant that with his whole heart. You were his baby girl, and he was honored that he got to be part of your healing <3

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Too quiet…?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Thor x Little!Reader

Summary: someone says you’re too quiet for Thor and too different to be together

Warnings: crying,insults,mean comments,age regression!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was picking flowers with one of the servants.

“God you’re so quiet..” she huffed as they sat on the floor picking the grass.

“Do you talk at all?” She scoffed

“I talk..” you mumbled but he didn’t hear you.

“Why’s the son of Odin even with you? He’s an extrovert, like a golden retriever” she sighed annoyingly, you could feel tears brimming your eyes.

“I’d be a better girlfriend to him than you.” She muttered but you heard.

“I’m gonna go get a drink. Stay here!” She spat at you and you nodded. As she walked away she stood on your flower pile, crushing them.

As soon as she left you cried. Your flowers all ruined.

Maybe she was right? Why was he with you?

You were the complete opposite of him?

You ran back into the palace, you rushed past the guards and servants as you covered your face.

And you ran straight to the place you always went to.

The greenhouse. Your favourite place, it was quiet,empty and had your favourite things…

Flowers.

You sat in the corner of the room, holding your legs up to your chest, resting your chin in your knees as you tried to stop your tears.

Your thoughts were racing so quickly you didn’t even hear Thor walk into the room.

“Little one?” He said softly but it still made you flinch.

“Buttercup? Why are the tears?” He asked you worriedly as he knelt down in front of you and you sobbed harder.

“Buttercup?” Thor repeated giving you a soft kiss on the temple. Hoping your favourite nickname would calm you.

Your favourite flower.

“W-why are you with me?” You asked wiping your tears and he physically jumped a little.

“Why are you asking me this?” He asked you confused and you pouted.

“S-she was sayin- we was too different t-to like eachother- and she’d be a better girlfriend for you-“ you stuttered out through cries and he pulled you into a tight hug, embracing you in his warmth, all you could smell and feel was him.

“That is entirely and completely untrue! We are so alike, we both like popcorn and the rain! And..Miss bunny!” Thor said making you smile at the mention of your stuffie,

“And we like colouring! And ice cream!” You beamed making him nod with a chuckle.

“Who is this woman anyway?” He asked you and you huffed.

“Buttercup?” He asked again and you nuzzled your face into his neck.

“M’ not sure she’s new…” you said and he nodded as he rubbed your back up and down softly.

“Did she do anything else?” Thor asked as he tried to hide his anger.

“She stepped on my flowers…” you said sadly when you remembered.

“What?” He said through gritted teeth and he was even more mad as he looked at your puffy face and wet eyelashes, he stood up with you in his arms.

“Daddy-“

“Shh..it’s okay just rest” he said stroking your hair as you rested your head back down in the crack of his neck.

“I want all servants lined up here now!” Thor shouted covering your ears but you still jumped a little.

Everyone flinched and lined up panicked

“Buttercup? Tell me if you see her?” Thor whispered to you and you nodded, hesitantly removing your face from thors neck as he walked down the line of terrified servants.

And you looked down when you saw her, catching thors attention.

“Is this her?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Is it true you said that were to different? To be together?” He asked and she looked down nodding her head reluctantly.

“Is it true you said you’d be a better girlfriend for me than Her?” He asked and she nodded her head as she sniffled.

“Y-yes s-sir”

“Well you are wrong, you could never be a better girlfriend than her, she’s the best anyone could ever have” he said giving you a kiss on the hand.

“And is it true…you stepped on her flowers?” He asked and she nodded sobbing.

“Y-yes..”

“Guards take her away!” Thor shouted and she sobbed as they dragged her away.

Thor put you back on the floor and held your hand, bending down a bit from the height difference.

“C’mon buttercup, let’s make another flower bouquet” he said making you squeal, and he couldn’t hold back a smile.

You went back to the flower garden and made a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Look! A buttercup!” You beamed catching thors attention.

He picked it and held it under your chin, the yellow tint glowing under your chin “you like butter” he said you gasped “I do!” You agreed making him laugh.

“Your so cute little one” he smiled as he pulled you on top of him, laying on the grass together.

You forgot all about what she said, because you both were indeed made for each other.