#bucky age regression

[buckys-little-belle]

Mafia Au (Part One)

Origin Story

Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Mafia Au Guidebook - Here (I recommend reading this first)

Warnings - Very vague mentions of mafia dealings, someone is told “you should stop talking if you hope to keep your life” and that’s as violent as it will get, reader is technically Brock Rumlows sibling, I totally recognize we don’t all looks like him, talk like him, or are anything like him, please know there is no dictations as of “biological, half, step, or adopted” sibling, and you can easily view yourself as any type of sibling! This part of the story takes place during dinner, people eat food, food is mentioned, reader has a tough home life with Brock, but it’s not at all described in detail, talks of loneliness and feeling left out. (3100 ish words)

Notes - I hate how this came out, but at this point I have rewritten it way to many times to stat again, so I just hope it’s good enough <3

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

The dining room, to Y/n, felt too big, too extravagant, and elegant to be located in someone’s house. The room was large, the walls white with elegant moulding, the floors covered in black hardwood. In the middle of the room stood a large rectangular table, the black wood seemingly matching the floors, the chairs covered in a contrasting white fabric and each spot at the table had a white plate, gold cutlery, and a beautiful blue and gold placemat.

The owners of the house, the Odinsons, made sure to fill the room, their home, with odes to their heritage, paintings, statues, pottery, and the placemats, all artifacts from, and things based on, Asgardian culture. The small details helped make the room feel welcoming, the bare bones were modern and cold, but the details showed that the room had character.

The house that Y/n was standing in was much different to their own. The large mansion an extreme opposite to their small apartment in the Bronx, Y/n’s apartment could easily fit into the singular dining room at least one time, maybe even two. A rundown studio apartment had no upper hand on a grand home like this one, sure each had historical aspects, but the Odinsons had marble tiles, stairways, and wallpaper from eras past, all having been taken care of and in great shape. Y/n had a bathtub from the early 1900s that was falling apart, and old carpet flooring from the 70s.

The mansion could be compared to her brothers, Brock had a large, more modern, mansion just a few blocks away, the landscape just as beautiful, and the art just as expensive. Y/n knew what luxury was, they just were forbidden to live in it.

Brock kept Y/n at an arm's length, close enough to be shown off at parties, helping him show a united family front, but far enough that no one would know his secret. Brock had prided himself on his ability to run a Mafia Family of just Caregivers, not a Little in sight. He wanted to assert dominance by following past tradition, keeping Littles off to the side, out of the business aspects of this job.

But he needed to keep his sibling close, family meant everything to the other Mafia families, he couldn’t cast his sibling away without valid reasoning, his only reason being they didn’t fit his end goal, which would never been seen as reasonable. So he kept their label a secret, keeping them silent at dinners, meetings, any outing with him, making sure they lived somewhere else so no one would catch them regressing.

So Y/n was stuck in their small apartment, left alone to long for the large dining rooms, bathrooms that didn’t have leaky windows, and a ‘family’ that accepted them for who they really were. For the first few years, when Brock was still the right hand man of the Hydra Family over in California, Y/n thought that this was how all little’s were treated, only to be faced with the harsh reality that life could be so much better.

Here in New York littles were allowed in the Families ranks, they were allowed to be a part of big decisions, they were truly accepted by those around them. This group made sure littles got different meals, chicken nuggets, pasta, and more, if they wanted it, they still got to sit at the Caregiver table when little, they could thrive.

Part of Y/n wished to go back, go back to the days where they never knew that life could be better, the days where they were content with being paraded around others silently, being thrown away when they weren’t needed. Go back to the days that they didn’t long for more, but for now they would be stuck here, sat in the beautiful dining room, filled with sorrow, pushing around the weird food on their plate, longing for some pasta.

“Eat your food.” Brock seethed from beside them, a smile on his face as vile words were spat out quietly.

“What ‘s it?” Y/n whispered, the small circles a confusing dish.

“It’s Escargot.” Brock answered, taking a large sip of his drink, most likely an alcoholic one, one that would make him more irritable throughout the night. “Just eat it.”

Y/n swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the plate, their stomach sinking at the idea of eating baby snail eggs. “I don’t think ‘m hungry.” They whispered to their brother, a pleading look on their face, silently begging for some mercy.

Brock sighed, standing up and fixing his jacket as he harshly whispered. “I’m going to the bathroom, if you don’t eat at least half of your food you’ll loose Tv privileges for a month.” His threat wasn’t empty, it was one he had acted on many times, one he dished out unfairly.

Y/n looked at the plate debating if it was worth it, the new Octonauts episodes were due to come out next week, something they didn’t want to lose, but at the same time they didn’t know if they would be able to swallow the food regardless of the impending punishment’s intensity.

Before they could scoop up a spoonful, someone interpreted them. “Y/n?” A man’s voice asked, Y/n looking up, their gaze now focused on a tall brunette, his hair pulled back in a low bun, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I’m Bucky.” He said, sitting where Brock was just seated. “Would you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

Y/n’s eyes were wide, confused as to why someone was paying attention to them. “Um.” Y/n’s eyes drifting to the entryway of the dining room, when there was no evidence that Brock was entering they answered shyly. “Sure.”

Bucky pulled out a small pad of paper from his suit jacket, words scribbled across the paper. “Do you live with your brother?” He asked, his eyes flipping from the paper to Y/n.

“No.” They answered quickly, a quick rush of fear flooding through them when they realized they answered wrong. “I, I mean yes, we live in a mansion.” Their answer was slightly choppy, too focused on making sure the words were clear and not mumbled to be focused on the flow of the sentence.

“Okay.” Bucky doubted, shaking his head slightly. “Can you tell me what colour the mansion is?” He prodded.

“Oh.” Y/n paused, trying to remember what colour Brock had talked about painting the house, but was that inside? Their mind running in circles as they tried to remember as best they could. “ ‘s it black?” They questioned, hoping they got the right answer, as if they were being tested and graded.

“You were close.” Bucky chuckled, sighing as he read the next question. “If you could have anything, anything in the world, what would you want?”

‘A canopy bed.’ They said in their head, the bed being something they’ve wanted for years. “World peace.”

“You don’t have to lie.” Bucky pressed, his eyes genuine.

“I can’t say.” Y/n said, a frown on their face, tears threatening to spill.

“Can’t? Or not allowed to?” Bucky asked.

Y/n just sat still, their hand reaching for their once discarded spoon, pushing around the food on their plate. Bucky sighed, placing the pad of paper back into his pocket and standing up, Y/n’s eyes filling with tears, disappointed in themself for making someone mad. What they didn’t know was it had nothing to do with them.

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Brock walked into the room, Y/n quickly wiping the tears from their face, trying to compose themself as best as they could. As Brock approached his seat they waited for his snarky comment on how much food was still on their plate, the joy he would have taking the Tv out of their apartment when they got there. “Brock Rumlow.” A voice laughed, one from the end, the head, of the table, one Y/n hadn’t heard before.

“Is something wrong Mr.Odin?” Brock asked, his voice suddenly cherie, his hands clasping together behind his back.

“We’re about to find out.” A snarky voice called out, the voice belonging to one of the Odinsons Y/n knew to be Loki, the man looking terrifying and yet terrified himself.

“Brock, what colour is your house?” Odin called out, a slight mocking tone on the edge of his voice.

“It’s light grey Sir.” Brock answered quickly.

“Yes it is.” Odin faked contemplation. “So why does your sibling think it’s black?” He questioned.

Brock chuckled lowly. “Y/n struggles with colours Sir. Can’t really trust anything they say.” He laughed, looking around the room, hoping for similar reactions, only to be met with unsatisfied stares.

“I find that hard to believe.” Odin boomed, standing up from his seat, causing the room to grow stiff. “Though, I would understand why they don’t know, seeing as you seem to store them across town.” He remarked.

“Y/n lives with me Sir, I don’t know what intel you're going off, but it’s wrong. They have a bedroom right next to mine.” Brock argued back, his attitude growing restless.

“So what is the ‘$1400’ payment to a ‘Mr.Jones each month?” The man questioned. “He owns a rundown apartment building does he not?” Odin added.

“Well, that’s.” Brock began. “Some of my men stay there.” He confidently said.

“Hm, see I might have been able to believe that if I didn’t have pictures of Y/n leaving and entering the building almost everyday.”

Y/n shrunk into their seat, not ready for the wrath that Brock would undoubtedly lash onto them, one of his rules being ‘Don’t leave the apartment under any circumstances.’. “Oh you little -“ Brock shouted, his furious gaze cast on Y/n.

“I suggest you don’t finish that sentence if you want to leave here with your life.” Odin said, two large bodyguards immediately grabbing Brock by each arm, dragging him to stand at the other head of the table, now on display for everyone to clearly see. “Y/n stops at a toy store everyday, standing outside and looking at what they have on display. I don’t think that can be easily explained, hm?” Odin added, Brock just looking back with wildly angry eyes. “And then they go to a Cafe, take out a stuffed animal, and drink a cup of hot chocolate.” Odin continued, Brock growing more restless the more the leader talked. “We have come to the conclusion to have you removed, you left a little to their own devices, lied about it, many, many times, and you treated them as if they mean nothing to you, your own sibling.” Odin scoffed, pure disappointment dripping from his words.

“I treat them the way they should be treated.” Brock seethed. “They are mine, I can do with them as I please.”

“Actually you can’t.” Loki interjected, Brock immediately taken aback in confusion. “You signed a contract, I have it here actually.” He beamed, standing up from his seat and walking to the other end of the table. “I, Brock Rumlow.” Loki mimicked the man's voice. “Declare that I will treat any little in my care with respect and human decency, I will provide them with a safe and stimulating environment, I will make sure their needs are taken care of, blah blah blah, it just goes on to list more things you didn’t do.” He noted.

“Brock your territory will be given to the Romanov Family, Y/n will be placed in the care of someone who will provide it, and you will be banned from New York.” Odin listed. “Oh and if you are to step into New York again, you will be dealt with accordingly.” He added, finally sitting back down in his seat.

“That’s unfair! You can’t do this to me! Y/n is mine! I will come back, I will!” Brock’s shouts could be heard as he was pulled from the room and dragged through the hallways, chuckles and murmured conversations heard through the dining room.

“Y/n?” Odin asked, his voice much softer now, the room coming to a silence when they heard him speak. “We have paired you with Steve and Bucky, the leaders of the Barnes-Rogers family.” He began. “They have agreed to take you in, and are eager to get to know you. Steve is actually the reason you are finally free from your brother's grasp, he started the investigation.” Odin proudly beamed, his favourite family once again proving why they are his favourite.

Y/n just sat still, unsure of what to do, sad that they may never see their apartment again, a few stuffed animals that they would love to have, but excited for what this newfound freedom may lead to. They nodded their head in agreement. “With that done, let’s get back to dinner!” Odin cheered, the room laughing and smiling in response.

Y/n’s eyes searched the room, looking for the only familiar person, Bucky, their gaze finally landing on the Barnes-Rogers Family, a few of them sitting at the end of the table, where Brock once stood on display. Two boys were already looking at Y/n, waving their hands in a ‘come over’ gesture, Y/n slowly standing up and walking over.

“Hi! I’m Peter, and this is my best friend Ned, he’s our guy in the chair. I’m ‘the spider’, you need information? I can get it, you need someone sneaky! That’s me!” Peter ranted, pointing to the boy next to him, as well as making dramatic gestures with his hands.

“I see you’ve met Peter.” An unfamiliar voice laughed, Y/n turning to see a man with blonde hair smiling, his height similar to Bucky’s and his demeanour just a serious. “Here.” He said, pulling out a chair, that sat across from Peter, for Y/n to sit in. “I’m Steve, Bucky is just getting you some food he’ll be right back.” Steve smiled, answering Y/n’s unsaid questions, them nodding their head in approval.

“So what do you do? Are you sneaky too? Or really smart? What can you bring to the team? We could be sidekicks!” Peter started.

“The Spider, The Egg and The Guy in the Chair.” Ned added, him and Peter breaking out in laughter right after. “The name could use some work.” The two of them entering their own conversation.

“Hi Dove.” Bucky called out, sitting in between Steve and Y/n, placing a plate down in front of them. “I got you a bit of everything, this way we can know which one you want for next time.” He smiled, looking to Steve with excitement. Y/n just nodding at his words.

“Manners Dove.” Steve said, some food on his fork as he looked to Y/n.

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, nodding their head, trying to get any words out of their mouth, but failing to do so. “What’s wrong?” Bucky immediately asked, his hand settling on Y/n’s back to comfort them as best he could.

“I.” They stuttered. “I din’, I din’ know I could talk.” They cried, confused as to why they were mad that Y/n wasn’t talking, something they were told not to do, something they weren’t allowed to do. “I, please don’ be mad, ‘m so sorry.” Tears continued to flow down their cheeks.

Steve stood up angrily, throwing his napkin to the table and storming out of the room. “Steve.” Bucky called after him, his hand now rubbing circles into Y/n’s back.

“ ‘m sorry, ‘m thankful, ‘m so thankful, I love the pasta I do.” Y/n cried, trying to show how grateful they were, and how sorry they were for not using their manners.

“We know Dove.” Bucky soothed. “He isn’t mad at you, he’s just mad because it took so long for Odin to do anything about your situation.” He explained. “He just needs some fresh air.”

Y/n nodded, their hands wiping away their tears as best they could, a few new ones falling as they turned back towards their plate, picking up their fork to begin eating. “Boy’s, I think we are going to go, Ned, can you make sure Odin gets the right files please?” Bucky asked, both boys nodding in agreement immediately. “Peter, could you go grab me a container from the kitchen for this food?” Peter didn’t even answer, just springing into action.

“Did you bring anything with you that we should grab?” Bucky asked Y/n, being met with a head shake ‘no’.

Bucky put Y/n’s food into the container, standing up and saying a few goodbyes before walking back to Y/n. “Ready to go Little Dove?” He asked, his hand held out as an invitation.

“Mhm.” Y/n murmured, standing up and waving to the boys, holding onto Bucky’s hand as he led them out of the room and down and out the front entrance.

“Steve?” Bucky called, not able to see where he was standing.

“Yah.” He called back, walking out from behind a wall. “Sorry I just needed-”

“I know.” Bucky sighed, Y/n still holding his hand as the three of them waited for their car.

“ ‘m sorry Steve.” Y/n blurted out. “I shoulda said thank you.” They mumbled, squeezing Bucky’s hand slightly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for Dove.” Steve responded. “I’m sorry for walking out like that.” He said, crouching down to his knees and grabbing Y/n’s other hand.

“ ‘s okay.” Y/n weakly smiled, trying to be as genuine as possible, their smile not meeting their eyes, Steve standing up, still holding onto Y/n’s hand.

The three of them stood together, waiting for the car, ready to go ‘home’, wherever that was. “A canopy bed.” Y/n said.

“A what?” Steve chuckled.

“Bucky as’d me what I would wish for, I wish for a canopy bed.” Y/n said matter of factly. Bucky and Steve both began laughing. “ ‘s that a bad answer?” Y/n asked, only to be met with soft coos.

“No, no Dove, it’s a perfect wish.” Bucky answered. “It’s just funny because we bought you a canopy bed already.” He laughed.

“It even has curtains.” Steve added enthusiastically.

“Oh.” Y/n breathed, even more excited to go ‘home’. Though they would miss their stuffed animals, a canopy bed seemed like a fair trade, they tried to reason. “ ‘m gonna miss my stuffies.” They blurted, the thought too much to keep in.

“Our friend Sam stopped by your apartment during dinner, all your stuffies are sitting on your bed, safe and sound, as we speak Dove.” Steve stated, squeezing Y/n’s hand slightly to reassure them.

Maybe everything was going to be okay, only time could tell.

[agere-fics]

Vroom, vroom!

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

Word Count: 635

Summary: Steve drives you around to help you sleep

Pairing: Daddy!Steve x Dada!Bucky x Regressor!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Content Warnings: Usage of daddy and dada, riding in a car, getting carried/picked up, that's it :)

Authors Note: Look at me actually writing stuff!! More on the way 🐈 You can find more of my stuff in my pinned post and request more stories through the ask box.

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Despite all your insomniac nights, taking a cat nap in the backseat of Stevie's car was surprisingly peaceful.

bump! bump!

The crevices and rocky ground of Dada's favorite road warmed you and cooed the pangs and aches in your body. The dips were like being rocked by mother nature.

'thank you mama tree'

crunch! crunch!

Ah, that's the sound of your anxieties melting away. Really it's the gravel getting all crunched up but you know... same difference.

Your Dada was in love with these backroads. Tomorrow while you down some fruity pebbles, you'll tell him again that they really should get married. They see each other all the time! It made trips take longer but that just meant more time with Stevie.

bop! bop!

The tapping of your head against the window was actually quite gentle. Sometimes it hurts and that's when you whine to Stevie that "ow it hurt dada whyyy!!?" and to get you to stop, he'd get your favorite fast food (it was the plan all along and Stevie most definitely knew-) This time, Dada was driving super, duper slow so the bumps didn't hurt. They soothed you instead and made you very, very sleepy.

Your legs were tucked close to yourself. You laid curled up like a cat in the cold winter. In better days, you'd find your position annoyingly uncomfortable but you were so eepies- I mean sleepy.

It was kind of like leaves falling from the really tall trees in the rainforest. Sleep didn't come fast but crept up on you.

You enjoyed watching the view go by the window and the mental image of a little superhero doing parkour, racing with Dada's pickup truck. The trees had all sorts of colors and some animals hop, hopped, and peeked out from the bushes.

Everything eventually becomes grey, then black. But you don't mind. It's so calming, this rest your eyelids have found.

'Oh, they closed? Ooooh that's why the superguy disappeared.'

hmm hm hm hm

m

m

hmm

"Welcome back, Steve-O." Bucky stood at the door frame, hands resting in his jacket pockets.

mm

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Steve placed his pointer finger on his lips and tilted his head, indicating that you were asleep.

Bucky firmly nodded and held a gentle smile. 'You're finally asleep! Aww, you deserve it, little dear.'

Your dada traded places with Bucky, leaving to go get himself ready for bed.

Daddy peeked through the windows, and then he found you, with your little head against the car door. He walked around to the door opposite of you, and moved very carefully as to not wake you.

Snores filled the air and Bucky had to hold back a giggle. He thought it was so freaking cute, don't worry!

"Come here, little one." He whispered and securely held you up against his chest. Warm and snug.

Your daddy walked into your bedroom, where Steve had been waiting and prepared your bed for you.

"Here you are, darling." Daddy laid you down.

Buck and Stevie kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Goodnight, our sunflower."

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[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hey ria could we possibly get something with winter soldier bucky where hes still at hydra and one of the new people that hydra had taken is a little and she’s scared and Bucky comforts her and becomes her cg, if not that okay💝

Soldats princess

Content - age regression, cg!winter soldier, swearing, violence, kidnapping (its hydra), comfort, needles, angst, fluff, lots of Russian, sort toys, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - after being kidnapped by hydra the winter soldier saves you from fighting.

Authors note - that was a terribly written summary but I can’t think of any other way to describe it, I really enjoyed writing this should I make it an au? Reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3

Translations = derzhi yeye na meste = keep her still, ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya = you, get up it’s time to train, soldat, ty v poryadke = soldier, are you okay?, soldat = soldier, otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas = let the girl go, she will be useless to you, kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat = what is your obsession soldier, ona moya = she is mine, tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka = your safe little dove, golubka = dove.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” You screamed at the top of your lungs at the agents strapping you down to the medical bed.

You couldn’t remember much about how you got here. You were sitting on your sofa with a glass of wine before falling asleep and then you woke up in a white van.

You would give anything to be back in your small apartment right now.

“derzhi yeye na meste” you heard one of the agents shout out, you did everything you could but you couldn’t avoid the inevitable when you felt the large needle go into your neck.

The next thing you knew you were out.

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Bucky was woken up to the sound of screaming and swearing coming from the medical room, he didn’t recognise the voice it must be new.

Many cryptic thoughts ran through his head for the next minutes before he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of silence.

Silence was what distracted him now, there was always screaming but never silence.

A few minutes later he saw one of the female agents walking over to the cell that was opposite him with a girl in her arms, she was beautiful.

He watched her roughly throw you onto the creaky mattress and walk out locking the large bars behind her.

At least he wouldn’t be looking at an empty cell now.

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“ty, vstavay pora trenirovat'sya” the colonel addressed you while the other soldiers were on the floor training “fuck off” you said spitefully glowering at the cruel man looking down at you.

A few minutes later you were escorted out of the room with a large cut across your arm.

Settling down in your cell later that night you were examining your poorly wrapped and treated arm feeling the tears flow down your face since the first time you got there.

You just wanted to be home, you wanted your family and your friends back.

The worst thing was you were beginning to understand the insults they would throw at you, not because anybody told you just because you would get them every spare moment of the day.

You didn’t know how much more you could take.

Scooting up against the peeling wall you pulled your bedsheets up to your chest trying to resemble on of your old soft toys only making you cry harder at the loss.

You were so lost in your sorrow that you didn’t see the strong man standing at the bars of your cell.

“soldat, ty v poryadke?” A mysterious voice called out only making you more frustrated “why doesn’t anyone speak English, I don’t know what your fucking saying!” You shouted through tears banging your head against the wall.

“I can speak English if you’d prefer it” the man said calmly in an accent that strongly resembled American but had gone under the influence of many years in this dreadful facility.

“I’m sorry for shouting” you whimpered thinking you were in for another punishment, you wanted one of your arms to not hurt at the end of the day.

“It’s alright” he said eyeing you warily, he hadn’t seen someone this vulnerable in many many years.

Your mind was completely broken at the reassurance you hadn’t heard in months and you entered your age regressed mindset unprovoked.

Desperately trying to stop yourself from shaking you looked up at the tall man who was talking to you “please help me I don’t wanna be here anymore” you sobbed.

The soldier didn’t know what was happening, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to take care of you.

“Stay there” he said firmly before walking out to find the colonel. He was sitting at a waterlogged wooden desk working on paperwork, alone.

“Soldat?” He didn’t get a second word in before the soldier pinned him against the wall by his neck “otpusti devushku, ona budet bespolezna dlya vas” “kakaya u tebya oderzhimost' soldat” the colonel asked breathlessly as the metal hand tightened against his throat.

“ona moya” he said lowly eyeing the cowering man in front of him, after a few seconds he signaled to one the guards to open your cell door.

Hearing the patter of your feet he walked over to you and possessively put his arms around you “tvoy bezopasnyy malen'kiy golubka”

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You were waiting in the cold cell waiting for Bucky to come back from a mission like you so often did except this time you were more vulnerable because you were feeling little.

You always missed the soldier when he was gone but it was extremely enhanced at the moment, you were going through a stage when you were little almost everyday and with him gone you felt very alone and scared.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the loud sound of the iron bars of the cell were opened an agent roughly throwing the large man in.

“Be gentle” you shouted with a frown at the agent resulting in an eye roll before they locked the cell and walked away “I’m alright little soldier” he said protectively pulling you into his chest.

The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes before be placed you onto your uncomfortable cot bed that was pressed against his “I have something for you” he said reaching into his bulletproof vest.

He pulled out a slightly squashed soft toy out and fluffed it back up before giving it to you. It was a grey rabbit with soft but slightly shaggy fur and it had shiny black eyes.

You had gone so long without a soft toy you almost cried on the spot “thank you” you said brightly stroking the soft fur delicacy making the soldier smile out of the corner of his mouth.

You made him feel like he had a purpose like he was surviving for someone something he hadn’t felt in years.

Sitting up against the peeling wall he pulled you into his side stroking your hair gently as to not hurt you “go to sleep golubka, I’ve got you your safe”

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[honeybeewritings]

just wanna help{b.b.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: upset little

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!bucky barnes x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 350 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're upset that buggy has to leave again so you sneak your favorite stuffie into his bag to make him feel better

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for my fellow kiddos with anxiety when it comes to loved ones.

✰ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: @laurellaa

you knew this mission was coming but you were still sad to see bucky lacing up his boots and getting ready to go.

he helped you get ready for the night and started getting himself ready.

you were standing in the doorway, clutching your favorite stuffie, and watching him sadly.

bucky noticed you and walked over to you, kissing your forehead. "it's a short one this time dovie. only a week and then i'm home."

your eyes started stinging and you hugged bucky as hard as you could. "gonna miss you buggy." you cried. "b-be... be good n... n..." bucky pat your head as you sobbed into him.

it happened every time he had to go on a mission. he knew you were always scared for him but you usually held it together when he was leaving for shorter ones.

you two stood there for a few minutes, bucky reassuring you the whole time. your crying soon calmed down and reduced to sniffles. you pulled out of the hug and wiped your nose with your shirt.

bucky sat you on the bed and you kept watching him silently. he had forgotten something in the other room and an idea popped into your head.

you looked through the door to make sure he was gone and you scrambled of the bed, quickly opening his dufflebag, and shoved your stuffie down the side of it.

"protec' buggy." you whispered as you closed the bag.

you walked into the room bucky was in and gave him another hug. "'m tired. goin' t'bed," you yawned. "nini buggy."

bucky smiled at your sudden change of heart, thinking nothing of it, and returned the hug. "good night little dovie. i love you." he whispered.

"wuv you too."

he carried you to your room and tucked you, giving you one last forehead kiss before he left. "a week little dovie. i promise."

he grabbed his stuff and headed toward the avengers tower. he couldn't handle seeing you upset like that.

he barely paid attention to anything until he was on the jet.

he opened his bag to get his clothes for the mission and noticed your stuffie. he choked back tears as he took it out.

you protect him just as much as he protects you, just in a different way.

[angel-bunnie]

Sleepy Bunnie and Cg! Bucky

I've been meaning to post this but I got really shy! I've read so many awesome agere fics about Bucky as a caregiver and I managed to draw it!! 🩷🩷🩷

Big big thanks to @pahtoosh @angelbaby-fics and @buckys-little-belle cuz they're some of my favorite writers and they really inspire me to make more Bucky art!! 🫂🩷

[stuffieeprincess]

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆

Summary: Bucky takes you to his meeting and leaves you outside at the assistant's desk. You regress very young while coloring so you and peter decide to surprise your daddies with the coloring pages!

Pairing: Cg!Bucky x Little!fem!reader & Cg!Tony x Little!Peter

A/n: This is my first agere fic I'm posting on here! Please excuse any mistakes bc I don't proofread these! Feel free to request any ideas you have! This is short but I wanted to get it done so I could post it so enjoy!

Bucky sat you down at the assistant's desk, she was off doing work so Tony allowed Bucky to leave you out there while the Avengers had their meeting. He left a kiss on your head before disappearing into the big meeting room.

You had never really been allowed to go to the meetings, you were not an avenger per say. It didn't bother you though, because you always got a treat after.

You sat at the desk, holding a pink crayon as you picked a page to color out of your avengers coloring book. It only seemed fit to color your daddy!

You giggled and leaned against the desk, pressing the crayon down and starting to color his outfit pink.

You heard footsteps and looked up to see Peter walking out of the meeting room holding Tony's hand. You gave them a confused look, the meeting couldn't have been over yet!

"Stay here with Y/n okay bubba? The meeting will be over soon and you can be home for a nap," Tony said, sitting Peter next to you. You handed peter a crayon and pushed the coloring book towards him.

"Wanna colors wif me?" You ask, giggling when Peter's face lights up in excitement. He flips though the pages before stopping at one of Tony.

You both can color your daddies!

"I want dis one," he pulls on the paper and it tears out of the book. He puts it down and pushes the book back to you. "We color our daddies and give to dem!"

You nod along happily, going back to your page and picking up another crayon.

You felt thirsty and so you reached into the diaper bag daddy brought and pulled out your bottle.

Soon you were done with the page. You had colored daddy pink and purple. He looked silly. You picked the book up and held it up in front of Peter. He started to giggle while he sowed you his.

You had both colored your daddies pink and purple!!

"Wanna show dem?" Peter asks. You nod, placing your now almost empty bottle down . You felt so much smaller than before, which was not good because daddy was not here to take care of you!

Peter grabbed the pictures before he slipped out of his chair and helped you out of yours. You wobbled slightly on your feet, not so sure you could walk as of now.

"Can't walk?" Peter asks you, you nod in response and sit down on the floor. "Okay you can crawl!" He claps his hands and walks forward, stopping and letting you crawl behind him.

He walked up to the door, trying to pull it open. It wouldn't budge and he whined. "Daddy prolly locked it."

He walks down the hall slowly, waiting for you to follow. You crawl as fast as you can, giggling when you see his light up shoes.

"Look! this one is open! daddy forgot to close it! come on!" He walks a little faster, through the door and into the meeting room. You hear voices as you go in after him.

"Peter?" Tony questions. Everyone looks up at Peter, not noticing you crawling up behind him till you sit next to his legs.

"Hi daddy! Look we colored for you!" Peter holds the coloring pages excitedly. Bucky look at you, his expression going from serious to soft in a split second.

"Is that my baby?" Bucky asks, reaching out for you with a big smile. You crawl to him and squeal when he picks you up.

Coo's sound from around the room. You pay it no mind because you are with your daddy and he's warm and cuddly!

"Dada!" you say in excitement as you turn to point to the coloring pages. He grabs the one you colored and chuckles.

"You did so good baby! This is so amazing," He places a kiss on your head. Bucky turns the paper to everyone else showing them the page.

"That's so good bubba!" Natasha says, patting your head. You giggle and hide onto daddy's chest because all the attention is making you shy.

Bucky rubs your back and hums softly, It was your nap time in a bit and you were already so tired. He cradles you in his arms, grabbing a paci from the diaper bag that someone must have brought to Bucky.

"Go to sleep baby," he whispers to you. You reach out and grab ahold of his finger, bringing it to your chest as you closed your eyes. Soon sleep took over and you relaxed onto Bucky.

[little-pup-pip]

25 Days of Agere Moodboards! Day 11: Character I'd want as a CG!!

[siswritesyanderes]

Question for you!😁 Which Yandere marvel characters do you think would want/make their darling age regress? Because I see a lot of Yanderes who would want them to depend on them but which characters (even if it varies from era to era) would take it a step further. Even just to treat their darling like a teenager, I think a lot of them would and I’m curious who all you think would most likely? I love your writing and I hope you have a great day!

It's funny you should mention this, because I was recently imagining a situation where a lot of Marvel heroes (and maybe non-heroes) have a get-together and bring their age-regressed, abducted darlings. Like a party of the forced agere yanderes.

(This is outside the canon of "Safe Because I'm With the Apex Predator.")

Druig and Makkari's darling is by far the best-behaved; everyone compliments them on how well-behaved their darling is. Dressed in brightly-colored overalls and knee socks, their hair is neat (which can't be said for a lot of the darlings; they get unkempt when they physically struggle), they greet the other yanderes with a smile when asked, and they say "Yes, Daddy," and "Yes, Mommy," and the like, every time they speak to Druig and Makkari. They don't use any words that a seven-year-old couldn't.

It's clear from the look in the darling's eyes that they haven't caved under the mental stress of their abduction; there's still an awareness there. Occasionally even hostility. But they behave themself, because if they didn't do so by choice, Druig would just make them anyway. So many of the yanderes are lowkey jealous, not just of this darling's good behavior, but of the general vibe of mutual understanding that exists between them and Drukkari. When all the other darlings are going to a "play room", so the "grown ups" can talk in private, this darling calmly asks, "Mommy, can I bring my food with me?"

Makkari answers, "Yes," and kisses them on the forehead before they go.

Meanwhile, Thena and Gilgamesh's darling is absolutely feral. (Or, as one of the other yanderes politely says, "very rambunctious!") Darling's on a leash, and Darling's trying to chew through the leash. They're dressed in a form-fitting toddler onesie and mittens that make it hard to hold anything. They aren't trusted to feed themself, so Gilgamesh feeds them while Thena leads them around on the leash. When Gilgamesh greets people amicably, and Thena greets people with her aloof smile, their darling glares at whoever they're directed to greet and mumbles a grudging "hello".

None of them are embarrassed about this. Thena is amused and enjoys the friction, and Gilgamesh is chill. Looking at all the other captives, darling demands, "How come they're not on a leash?"

Gilgamesh chuckles, "Because you're still biting yours."

Repeatedly, this darling tries to run for it, and Thena nonchalantly reels them back with a firm tug, not even pausing her conversation with the other guests.

Sam and Bucky's darling is shyly clinging to Sam's side. They don't have to say hi to anyone, because Sam and Bucky both enjoy the fact that they don't want to. "They're shy," Bucky says, and Sam pats their head fondly. They're dressed like a very fashionable five-year-old: everything matches, and they have very snazzy tennis shoes. Bucky and Sam are asked where they bought that shirt, those shorts, that cloth cap.

While darling doesn't talk to or look at the other yanderes, they're fascinated with the other darlings. They're kind of scared of the struggling ones, but their eyes are drawn to something brightly colored: Druig and Makkari's darling. Pretty...And they look friendly... Darling accidentally makes eye contact with Druig, who raises an unimpressed (almost challenging) eyebrow, and they quickly look away. When Sam and Bucky eventually run into Druig and Makkari and start making small talk, darling keeps their face buried in Sam's shoulder, so that only one eye can see the colorful darling who's now staring right back at them, curiously.

"Hi," Drukkari's darling says. They're allowed to carry their own plate!

Sambucky's darling waves hello but does not leave the safety of Sam's side.

The Guardians of the Galaxy were not invited to the party, but they showed up anyway. Their darling is as rough-edged as you'd expect from someone who has to trade barbs with Rocket Raccoon on the daily. They're dressed in an outfit composed of articles that have each been scavenged separately. (And an anklet of what looks like braided wood but is really a part of Groot's body, which can at any time grow roots into the ground, preventing them from walking.)

Rather than sticking by their yanderes (like most if not all of the other darlings do, if not by choice then by force), this darling pretty much runs rampant through the room, sneaking food from the banquet tables and making an honest effort to quietly steal a sling ring from Dr. Strange. Occasionally, Rocket or Nebula or Quill shouts at them from across the room to put something down or otherwise stop doing what they're doing. Groot, in the role of the older sibling, sometimes goes to herd them back.

"In what way is that age regression, and not just kidnapping?" Strange asks.

"Oh, that?" Quill says. "They're just going through a rebellious phase. Groot did the same stuff."

Separately, Nebula muses to someone, "With a father as cruel as Thanos, I never believed myself to have much of a...nurturing side. But ever since we found- GET DOWN FROM THERE, OR I WILL THROW YOU THROUGH THE WALL!" she suddenly bellows.

"Up yours!" their darling shouts back.

"It's nice to be a mom," Nebula continues solemnly.

(Thenamesh's darling tries to convince them to cut their leash.)

Eventually, Mantis puts them to sleep, and Drax spends the rest of the party with them casually slung over his shoulder.

The Guardians are still probably asked to leave.

Dr. Strange's darling is behaving themself, but they have an attitude. They're terse, with their lips in a sour twist that clearly conveys that they would not be here were it not for their magical captor and his ability to appear anywhere they could think to run. Their clothes are impeccable (and have the look of a boarding school uniform), but their hair is messy, suggesting they did not intend for Stephen to have an easy time getting them here.

This darling is simultaneously annoyed by the darlings who make a spectacle of their attempts to defy their yanderes and disgusted by the darlings who obey too well. The way Sambucky's darling is coddled and doted on is unbearably cloying, but Drukkari's darling being allowed to hold their own plate just absolutely grinds their gears, because Strange's darling isn't allowed to do or have anything, without Strange acting as the middle man. They have to politely ask for each bite of food, politely ask for any book or activity they might use to entertain themself, politely ask to go to the bathroom...And Strange really would let them wet themself, if they didn't ask politely enough.

They drag their feet, when Strange walks over to Druig and Makkari and the golden darling themself. They cross their arms tightly, as Strange chats with the Eternals and Drukkari’s darling meets their glower with a look they can't help reading as supercilious.

Strange's darling refuses to greet Drukkari's darling, and they don't consciously register that their unreasonable animosity toward their fellow abductees signifies a great deterioration in their emotional intelligence.

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(I can think of more, but this post is getting long, and I'm not sure how interesting it is to other people, lol.)

[mamazsposts]

Heyy Babes

I'm going to be a blog for age regression fics, imagines, headcanons ects. I'm new to age regression but I'm learning fast and becoming an age regressor. 

AGE REGRESSING IS NOT A KINK!!!

please send some requests id be more then happy to take some <3

Who i'll write for 

Marvel 

Little!loki x cg!reader/ daddy!loki x little!reader 

Little!bucky barnes x cg!reader/ daddy!bucky x little!reader 

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader 

Little!stucky x cg!reader/ daddy!stucky x little!reader 

Little!Peter Parker x cg!reader 

Daddy!Tony Stark x little!reader 

Stranger things 

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader

Little!eddie x cg!reader/ daddy!eddie x little!reader 

Mommy!robin x little!reader 

Harry potter: 

Little!draco x cg!reader/ daddy!Draco x little!reader 

Obey me shall we date/onemaster to rule them all 

little!Lucifer x cg!mc/ daddy!lucifer x little!mc

little!Mammon x cg!mc/ daddy!mammon x little!mc  

little!Leviathan x cg!mc

little!Satan x cg!mc/ daddy!Satan x little!mc  

little!Asmodeus x cg!mc/ daddy!asmodeus x little!mc 

little!Beelzebub x cg!mc/ daddy!beelzebub x little!mc 

little!Belphegor x cg!reader/ daddy!belphegor x little!mc

[ace-of-gay]

Loud but comforting

This was a request from @chrisevansdaughter

I loved writing this, sorry it strays a small bit from your request i was following the vibe i got while writing

Stucky x little reader

1445words

No defining pronouns used

Warnings: ageregression, names like daddy, dada, little star, baby etc. Mention of paci,stuffys, and naps, eating, juice and sippy cups, little peter, little wanda, little loki etc.

Edited to the best of my ability

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everyone knew it was coming, the mission you had just gotten back from a few days ago definitely still leaving pressure on your mind.

It takes you some time to bounce back from the stressors of an undercover mission especially when its one that Bucky or Steve weren't able to accompany you on.

You had fully planned on taking the weekend to relax and let your mind recoup, both of them knew and fully supported that plan in fact they had everything prepared for if you went into little space.

Due to you being so busy and than wanting to relax you had forgotten about the barbecue, on the same day every year tony throws a small party of just the team and has a barbecue.

While Steve was taking a shower and you were sleeping in Bucky was getting your stuff together, pulling out an easy and comfortable outfit that would be fitting for being both big and little.

Once ready himself he packs a small bag of stuff that you might need if you do regress while around everyone, Steve helping wake you up for the day, running his hand along your back and humming out a good morning greeting he could tell you weren’t little per say but you also weren't completely big, you were definitely going to drop sometime today.

"Hey there love, good morning, are you ready to go to the barbecue picnic?" It clicked i. Your head and you grumbled out in mild frustration, not at the fact there’s plans but because you forgot about it.

Pushing the soft fluttery feeling away the best you could, "i can get ready now" you mumble getting out of bed after a deep hug from Steve.

Finding the clothes Bucky layed out for you, you feel relief that they'll Casual and comfy instead of formal and fancy, slipping them on Bucky walks back into the room to you brushing your teeth and Steve patiently waiting on the bed.

Bucky and Steve communicating trough silent glances helping buck understand your current headspace.

Once at the barbecue it wasn’t as much of a stressor as you assumed, you sat around talking and laughing with team mates, snacking, listening to music, the whole shebang. If you slipped up on words you’d just blame it on being extra tired today and they would understand it and mind no matter to it.

There were plenty of activities to do, both big and small everyone was happy to go around and just have fun.

All was going well for the first two hour, you’d inevitably been able to fight of your little space fairly easily. Watching a movie on the projector with Bucky next to you sharing a popcorn when a boom of thunder and a flash of white crashed down to where you and everyone else were hanging out.

No one payed any mind to it but you, when the sound rumbled through your lungs like bass you jumped in your seat, screaming, your eyes clamp shut.

The bright light fades and in its place you see a tall muscular man clad of battle armor, beautiful long golden locks cast around his face a laying calmly on his shoulders.

He goes around greeting everyone with hugs and starts approaching you and your boyfriends, you know him, you’ve never met him but you are aware he’s often present you’ve just never sat down to talk or get to know each other.

Looking at Steve with worry lacing your headspace he knows what’s happening and all he can do from his spot currently is nod for you to lean into Bucky and smile.

Steve’s kind smile a grounding place for your mind.

"Greetings Bucky greeting Steve!" Thor booms causing you to squeak covering your ears while burrowing into Bucky, in that moment everything hit all at once sending you plummeting into your headspace, its not that he’s scary because honestly he looks like he gives phenomenal hugs he’s just much louder than Steve and Bucky

"good afternoon thor its good to see you, could you talk a little quieter?" Steve responds as you cross from Bucky to Steve’s lap, slipping deep into your headspace, there was nothing wrong with Bucky’s lap its just because of how close thor was to where you had been.

"Of course, i can see your little mortal is scared of loud sounds"

"Yes, loud sounds and new people but its okay, were okay, aren’t we Hun?" He looks down to where your head is pressed into the crook of his neck, patting your back.

"I am sorry little star, i truly did not mean to frighten you" he soothes while sitting next to Bucky to give some space.

They continue talking as you stay right where you are, wrapped up in Steve’s arms, him soothingly rubbing your back giving you the occasional kiss to make you smile.

What you didn't realize was that him soothing you was to help you feel comfortable in little space.

Your attention getting caught by a tell-tale scene in your favorite movie making it obvious what’s on, your head pops up first and than you climb out of Steve’s lap going the sit in the little section with peter, wanda, and loki (yep loki is smol in this)

Plopping down your eyes wide open cast up at the screen, a smile on your face, your attention grabbed.

Bucky and Steve don’t have to worry about if you get up and wander, there’s several caregivers around happy to redirect you if you go exploring, they know you’re safe so they turn to each other when thor goes to greet another member.

Getting caught up in conversation they don’t notice when the movie ends and you wander over to the snacks area, opening the mini fridge filled with little safe drinks you find your favorite juice, taking it to the table and try to open it but surely enough the lid wont budge.

Looking around everyone seems to be occupied with something or talking to someone until your eyes land on thor, standing at the railing overlooking the city, gulping down your anxiety and taking it to him for help.

You tap him on the arm taking his attention, he looks down at you and grins, "hello little star, what can i do for you?" You hesitant, considering going back but you’re really thirsty so you hold out the juice, "chu open?" You question pleading with your glistening little eyes, a look no one could say no to.

"Do you have a sippy cup with you?" Making you think for a moment, nodding you run off to where your daddies are, tapping Bucky on the shoulder, "dada, an i hab sippy please?"

"Of course baby, do you need help?" He hands you the green sippy from your bag.

Shaking your head, "no, fank chu dada" you run off back to thor handing it to him, waiting patiently while he pours the juice into your sippy cup for you.

"Anything else little star?" You think for a moment before taking his hand dragging him over to the toys, "tower" you announce showing him the blocks. He joins you building your block tower.

People started gathering around the gill area to eat when the food was almost done but you and thor stayed playing with the toys. He would do silly things like 'accidentally' knock down your tower on purpose and than getting scared by the clatter, making you coo and giggle out.

Bucky and Steve can see you having fun so they don’t come over to bother you.

Eventually you get worn out feeling the need for an afternoon nap you put away the blocks, rubbing your sleepy eyes, thor notice you’ve slowed down, your movements are less exact and your eyes are becoming heavy.

He takes it as a cue to do the rest before opening his arms for you.

Without even thinking you lean into him letting him hold you, your head gently layed on his shoulder as he walks around with you in his arms, swaying you, you fall asleep without a fuss.

Walking over to Bucky and Steve in the lounge area they can feel their hearts melting, he sure is good at what he does, "your little star has fallen asleep" he sort of whispers.

"You must be special, they never fall asleep without their stuffy" Bucky smiles taking you out of thors arms so you and your daddies can go back to your floor.

You stir awake from the movements "can you say bye to uncle thor baby?" Steve asks

And so you do, waiving as you three walk off.

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The next one will be done in a few hours, i like posting at night

[kazzy-boo-baby]

Bucky Barnes- Caregiver Headcannons

💙- Bucky has a very strict routine when it comes to bedtime. He doesn't tolerate staying up late at all. But he's always so kind when getting his little ready for bed. He'll read them a bedtime story, sing, cuddle, anything his little needs to help them sleep he'll do in a heartbeat

💙- He isn't the best cook, but he tries his best. Bucky makes simple things like grilled cheeses and tomato soup on a good day, other times he'll just give up and order takeout for him and his little.

💙-Bucky loves to do his little's hair. It doesn't matter if it's long, medium or even short. He'll try his best to make his little's hair look perfect or in any style they want

💙- Bucky is a HUGE pushover! All his little one has to do is whine or give the slightest hint of puppy eyes and he'll give in to what his little wants.

"Fine, fine! But just this once.. you can't get away with things like this all the time, kid."

💙- He doesn't like punishing his little. But when it's needed, the harshest he'll do is timeout or taking away toys. But he always comforts his little and talks them through the whole time.

💙- When Bucky has to go on missions, his go to babysitters for his little are Natasha, Steve, or Sam. When those three aren't available, his last resort is Tony.

💙-Pet names/nicknames he calls his little:

•Doll

•Kiddo

•Sugar

•Sweetheart

💙-Rules he'd have for his little:

•Bedtime is 9pm

•No talking back

•Do your best to try and eat every day

•Baths every day before bedtime

•Don't lie (He encourages honesty and telling the truth a lot.)

•If you're ever hurt, sad, afraid, or angry go to papa and he'll help you through it.

And that's it yall! <3

•Who should I do next for Caregiver Headcannons or Little Headcannons? Let me know!

[buckys-little-belle]

i need more info on bucky and his littles mis matched socks 😭😭😭😭😭

Socks Socks Socks

Bucky x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - None, just Bucky being an old man and reader being a little menace, reader getting their way because pouts go a long way

Notes - At first I was like??? Where did I talk about socks, but then I realized you got that from the random headcaons post, Which can be found here, and I screamed because OMG YAY, I religiously wear mismatched socks, and so thats why I added it in! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! This is also supper short, I’m trying to get back to writing again, so it’s not my best work, but I do hope you enjoy it!

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

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“Baby?” Bucky calls out, waiting by the doorway for Y/n, ready to go to Steve’s house for dinner. “Baby?” He called again, this time seeming more impatient than he was a few seconds ago.

“Sorry Daddy!” Y/n called back, running down the stairs, stopping to walk when Bucky gave them the ‘don’t run down the stairs we’ve been over this’ look. “‘m ready.” They said, finally getting to the front bench, putting on their shoes.

“No your not.” Bucky huffed, looking at their sock clad feet. “What have I said about your socks?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“That, that they have to match.” Y/n began. “But I -“

“No buts, please go put on a matching pair.” He said firmly.

“‘s no fair!” Y/n responded, folding their own arms across their chest, pouting dramatically as they kicked off their untied shoes off.

“No fair?” Bucky asked, Y/n shaking their head ‘no’. “So who bought the socks?” Bucky asked.

“You.”

“And who makes the rules in this house?”

“You.”

“And who can take away your toys if you misbehave?”

“You, but that’s-“

“If you say unfair I will not let alpine sleep in your room tonight.” Bucky spoke before Y/n could finish their sentence, letting them know that he was serious, and not in a mood to joke around.

Y/n silently stood up, walking upstairs to their room to change their socks. Eventually stomping their way back to the bench to put on their shoes, not speaking a word to Bucky, showing their disapproval of the situation.

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“Y/n!” Steve cheered as he opened his front door, Sam and Natasha standing behind him. The group of five ready for their weekly dinner. “Hey Bucky!” He added on.

“Hey Punk.” Bucky laughed, ruffling Steve’s hair as he guided Y/n into the house. “Let’s take your shoes off okay?” Though he was frustrated at Y/n, he knew they often regressed further during car rides, not liking how overstimulating the experience was, so he put his feelings aside to help them take their shoes off.

“Oh, you little meanie!” Sam laughed, looking at the socks Y/n wore. “I thought you would wear the socks I bought you! Not Nat’s!” He said, a bit of hurt lacing his words.

Y/n looked up at him, then reached into the pocket of their pants, pulling out the, now inside out, sock they were wearing before they had to change it. “I tried, to wear bowf.” They said sorrowfully, genuinely sad about the situation. “Daddy s’s no mitchy matchy feets.” They said as they wiggled their feet slightly.

“Buck, you ruin all the fun.” Nat interjected, sitting next to Y/n, grabbing the sock out of their hand.

Bucky looked down at Y/n, tears brimming in their eyes, sure this wasn’t a particularly sad moment, but in their little mind they felt like they had truly betrayed their friends. He grabbed the sock out of Nat’s hand, gently taking a sock off of Y/n’s foot, and putting the once discarded one back on. “Just this once okay?” He whispered, jutting his pinky out for a promise.

“Kay.” Y/n smiled back, pinky promising, and then hugging Bucky full forced before running off to play with Sam.

“They really have you wrapped around their finger huh?” Steve laughed, slapping Bucky’s back playfully.

“Shut it.” Bucky responded, putting the left over sock in his coat pocket, making sure to have it on hand to bring home. Y/n did have Bucky wrapped around his finger, but he was trying to abide by his own rules, but the pout Y/n had was undeniably fool proof.

[agere-fics]

A Day With Daddy

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

Summary: Little!Reader and CG!Daddy!Bucky have a day of play when Stevie's away 🥰

Request from @juiceboxgothbaby: hey I would really love a CG!stucky Little!reader fix where Steve goes out for a while and reader and Bucky get silly and make a mess and then steve comes home

Relationship: Caregiver Bucky Barnes x Caregiver Steve Rogers x AgeRe Little Reader

Word Count: 1,092

Content Warnings: usage of "daddy" and "dada" (but in a nonsexual context), playing messily and chaotically

Author's Note: hi! thank you for the request! i'm very proud of myself for writing a completed fic. i haven't been able to do so for a long time. reader is completely neutral from what i can tell. there are parts that may seem not body size friendly but i promise my intention was to make it to where you can really feel little as you read! i hope y'all enjoy!

(if there is anything else you believe i should put as a warning or to change to make reader more neutral please let me know! /gen /srs)

♡

"Bye-bye, dada!" you shouted from the front door, waving your hand so fast your wrist ached. It wasn't painful though, and you really wanted to show your dada a whole lotta love as he got into his car. He wanted to spend the day with you, he told you himself. However, Tony Stank called your dada away. But that was okay because you knew he needed to do "saving the world" stuff.

Steve opened the door to his black pickup truck, placing one foot on the step and turning to face you. "I'll be back in no time, kiddo." He smiled. "Be good for daddy."

"I will!" Your eyes squinted from how wide you grinned.

Your dada sat in the driver's seat, waving once more before pulling out the driveway. You watched as he drove away, and continued to watch even more despite him already being out of your sight. Being away from your dada left a pain in your heart. You still had Bucky though, your daddy, to watch over you and keep you company.

Bucky walked closer to the front door, observing you still standing at the door frame, looking out where your dada once was.

"He'll be back, pumpkin. Dada always comes back."

You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.

Bucky never took that to heart. He knew you loved hanging out with him just as much as you loved being with your Stevie. But that didn't mean you still wouldn't feel a sting in your adorable, loving heart.

Luckily, your Daddy knew just what to do.

"Little one," You turned to face Bucky. "I got these new paints, and I've been dying to try them out. Do you want to join Daddy?"

You gasped and smiled brightly. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Your daddy adoringly laughed at your joy. He knew it would work.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, Daddy, c'mon!" you dragged him to the living room.

"Alrighty, cutie patootie, I'm coming."

♡

Your caregivers shared a bunch of similarities. It made sense considering how long they've known each other and how well they bonded closely. The only difference between your dada and daddy you've ever been able to notice is their strictness. Daddy does things before thinking. His worry is focused on you having fun and having a good time. At the end of it, he'll concern himself with the mess and make sure little and big you didn't feel bad in the slightest. He always makes sure you knew it was absolutely okay because you had fun and that was his most important rule.

Your dada is a different story. Of course, he wants you to have fun and enjoy being little, but he also believed rules and structure were something that you needed and could highly benefit from. No punishments are given, but he makes sure little you is disciplined in a way that'll help you grow. He sets your bedtimes, ensures you eat healthily, makes sure your activities are safe, amongst other things.

So, when caregiving you together, Bucky and Steve are able to balance each other. But, when they're seperate (especially when Bucky is alone with little you) things become...well, interesting.

Your favorite kid safe song played on loop in the living room, blasting so loud your next door neighbors could probably hear it word for word. You and your daddy had jumped on the couch, on the beds, and danced on the floors. The only thing he didn't let you do was jump off the dining table. But your pout was quickly gone when he explained that he didn't want his precious little one to get hurt. He compromised by picking you up, spinning you around, and having you "fly" around the house in his arms like a superhero.

"Look at you go, my little avenger! We're recruiting you know... you'd be the cutest, adorablest, most powerful avenger there ever was!"

Silly string was sprayed all over the wall, the couches, the floor, and especially in one corner of your playroom, where you tried to make a spider web. Unfortunately, it crumbled and held barely any weight at all. You decided you'd have to FaceTime Peter Parker at some point to assist you in perfecting the art of web building.

Your utmost favorite part of the day was the humongous painting you did on the fence of your backyard.

Daddy had cheered you on and complimented you the entire time.

"Good job, my little Vincent Van Gogh!"

"Wow! How did I get so lucky to have the most talented baby in the whole wide world? No, universe. The best baby in the whole universe!"

"I'm gonna have to call Tony. I got the smartest little doll on my hands."

By the time it was seven o clock, you started getting worn down and a bit hungry.

"Daddy, can I has some nuggies?" you asked while yawning, leaning your head on the dining table.

Bucky patted your head. "Of course, bubba."

You ate about half the nuggies when your eyes started drooping and feeling very, very heavy.

Your daddy noticed this and set down the fork he held that still had a small piece of chicken nugget on it.

He picked you up, letting your head rest on his shoulder and your arms wrap around his neck. Your daddy carried you to your room and set you down on the bed. He grabbed clean pairs of comfy clothes to help you change into before tucking you into bed and kissing your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, my little one." He handed you your best friend stuffie that you quickly grabbed and hugged close to your chest. Not even a second later, you drifted off into dreamland.

♡

Bucky cleaned up every single piece of silly string, organized your toys and art utensils, and wiped down all of the surfaces in record time.

He felt like he was in the clear. I mean, there was no piece of chaoticness left from their adventurous day.

That was, until Steve walked into the living room holding up a single leftover strand of silly string, placing his other hand on his hip.

"Do I even want to know what you guys did today?"

"No." Bucky smiled. "It would stress you out just to hear it."

"New rule for the house... Silly String is outside play only." Steve let out a breathy laugh as he threw away the stranded piece of silly string. You had fun, and that's all that mattered.

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Hi friend :) can please write Bucky x little reader where our therapist recommends we try age regression and how we are very hesitant at first but he just makes us feel loved and comfortable?

Let’s try it

Content - age regression, cg!bucky, psychologists, anxiety, apprehensive!reader, light swearing, soft toys, dummy use, bottles, slight angst, fluff cuddles, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when your psychologist gives you a new coping mechanism to try bucky helps makes you feel comfortable with trying it.

Authors note - thank you for the request my love sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy it!, reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

Translation - honey love = med lyubov'

“Age what?” You questioned your psychologist curiosity, you never got over how many things you’d never heard of before in terms of the mind.

“Age regression dear, I think it might benefit you” dr irin said plainly with a reassuring smile plastered across her lips “what does that entail?” “Well age regression therapy is when you revert to a childlike mindset in order to heal your inner child so to speak.”

You sat there for a minute trying to process the information given to you. “So how old would I go back too?” “It’s hard to say dear, it depends on what your mind does” she smiled reaching into her desk to pull out a pamphlet and some recommended websites.

“Now I was also thinking that some people who experience age regression find it easier when they have someone to take care of them, so maybe your partner James-“ “Bucky, yeah no I’m not bothering him with this” you said butterfly’s making their way into your chest.

“Okay hon” dr irin said softly “just know it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s perfectly healthy” “okay” you sighed looking down at the pamphlet.

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“Hi baby” Bucky smiled putting down the spatula and turning down the heat on the stove before walking over too you.

“Hi Bub, what’re you making?” You asked curiously walking over to the frying pan “pancakes, figured you might like some after your session” he smiled kissing your temple.

“Aww thank you, you bloody softy come here” you smiled pulling him in and kissing his soft lips “your welcome, so how’d you go?” He asked returning to the stove and flipping a pancake over on the other side.

“Yeah it was okay” you sighed sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs “what did you talk about?” “Not much she just gave me some strategies” you sighed smiling as you watched Bucky place the pancakes on a plate “what do you want on ‘em bub?” He said walking over to the fridge.

“Can I have one with maple syrup and fruit and another with lemon and sugar please?” “Of course you can my love.”

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A few hours went by eventually turning the sky dark.

You were currently sitting on the sofa your favourite show playing on the telly while scrolling through your unanswered messages of the day.

Suddenly you realised your phone was about to run out of charge “buck can you get me my portable charger please?” You called out to Bucky who was sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper.

“Sure where is it?” “In my bag I think” “okay”

In retrospect you probably should of remembered that you took your bag to your appointment. A few minutes later bucky came out with your portable charger in one hand and the pamphlet in his vibranium one.

“Here you go doll, hey what’s this?” He asked as he scanned the contents “what’s what?” You asked plugging in your phone and looking up at him “oh shit.”

“It’s nothing” you said quickly attempting to snatch it off him only to have him hold it up higher still accessing the words “it’s just something dr irin gave me give it here” “sounds interesting” he said gently giving it to you.

“Don’t judge it please I don’t even wanna do it it’s stupid” you whispered “hey hey no it’s not stupid if your doctor said it might help you should give it a go” he said kindly sitting next to you gently making you look at him.

“But I don’t know how and what if it doesn’t work it’s gonna be weird I just don’t-“ “hey dolly look at me yeah deep breaths in for 5 hold for 4 out for 5, that’s the way” he said softly guiding you through your breathing.

Once you calmed down you talked Bucky through what your psychologist had told you and he was completely on board.

During the next few days things went back to normal, that was until bucky received a large package “Bucky” you said suspiciously watching him sign for it seeing his cheeky smile.

“What have you done now” you said accusingly “ahh it’s actually for you sweetheart” he said kindly placing the box on the kitchen bench and ripping it open.

Inside there was a selection of soft toys, colouring in books, some bottles and a teal dummy. “Oh buck” you said breathlessly moving to embrace him.

“I told you angel I’m on board with this 100 percent”

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A few days later you finally slipped after lots of research and trying out different approaches. You were currently sat on the sofa with your dummy in your mouth and alpine laying down beside you her soft breathing and snores alerting you to the fact she had fallen asleep.

“Daddy” you whispered to Bucky watching his face light up when you called him that “yes little one?” “Look at pine pine” you giggled pointing at her “aww she’s asleep, what do you think cats dream about baby bunny?”

“I dunno, mice?” “Mice” he chuckled heartily “yes” you said definitively “dada” “hmm?” “Can I have a cuddle?” “Of course you can my little angel” he said softly.

Repositioning yourself to lie between his legs your back of resting against his chest you felt his vibranium arm gently come to play with your hair “do you feel better med lyubov'?”

“Mhm” you hummed feeling yourself grow sleepy in the embrace of your caregiver.

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[honeybeewritings]

❝ but you promised ❞[b.b.]

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tantrum

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!bucky barnes x little!gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 430 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: bucky unexpectedly got called in for a mission and it hurts your feelings

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: for every little who take promises extremely seriously. i'm with you. promises are serious business

bucky knew he messed up.

he could feel the tantrum bubbling up from his spot on his bed, where he was putting his boots on.

your lip wobbled and you gripped your stuffie as tight as you could. "bu... but babs..." you said quietly.

"i know doll. something came up. i can't help it sweetpea." he responded gently, taking your face in his hands. he tried to give you a forehead kiss but you stepped back.

you flung your arms wildly when he tried to reach for you again. "no! no no no no no no no!" you stomped in a circle. "you promised!"

bucky felt bad but he didn't want to encourage your tantrum. he looked at your flailing body on the floor and immediately got stern. "no. i will not be staying for the weekend nugget."

"why?" you screamed. "it's because you're a huge meanie!" you said angrily, throwing your stuffie at bucky. you started crying even harder when you didn't have anything to grip.

bucky softened a little but you knew it was a losing battle to get him to stay. "nugget, that's not what's happening. i have to work nugs. i promise we can do this weekend another time."

you screamed and kicked even more at the thought of doing it another time. you planed it for now! "no babs! i can't be free anover time!"

bucky clenched his jaw quickly, trying not to show how your little tantrum was getting to him. "you need to listen with your ears. okay? i-"

you ran out of the room and stomped in another circle in your playroom. your arms were crossed and you had a little pout. you started to cry again and laid face down on the ground.

bucky followed you and felt bad when he saw how hard it gotten to you.

he let you lay on the ground and called natasha. she was the only person that bucky could think of. she was actually great with you when you were feeling small.

bucky ended the call and tried to calm you down by rubbing your back. "nugget. guess what?"

"what?"

"natasha's comin' over," he said gently. you propped yourself up on your elbows and wiped your eyes. "reewey?"

bucky smiled gently at you and nodded. "really. you and her are gonna have the time of your life until i get back. promise."

you sat up and sniffed. "pinky pwomise?" you asked, holding up your pinky.

"pinky promise."

"they are t'be kept forever an' ever," you told bucky.

"i know. i intend to keep it."

[cissywritess]

MAD MAN 3

Pairing: Dark Bucky x reader

Warnings:18+ Dark themes, Ddlg, ED.

SUMMARY: Reader doesn’t know how to feel about all this. 

MAD MAN Masterlist

Light snores fill up the silent room, you stay awake not being able to sleep. You got no clue what to do, you know hes got a car out there but unless you know the code for the doors and the system alarm, the plan is practically useless. How could this happen, how on earth did you end up in this position, you thought to yourself. Tears form in the back of your eyes, you know no one's gonna find you, you have no friends, no family. You successfully pry Bucky’s hands off of you and leave the bed. 

You don’t plan on escaping you can’t, you make you way downstairs and sit on the couch, a sigh escapes from your mouth, you want this nightmare to end, then an idea pops into your head, what if you kill yourself you thought, you take a moment to really think about this, would you even be able to go forward with this plan, what happens when your dead? You shake your head, no you can’t do that, you want to live, you think. 

“What are you doing down here sweetheart?” You flinch not even hearing his footsteps approach, you freeze when you turn your head, the only form of light is from the stove top light, you see a hard expression on his face. “I ask a question Y/N” He said with a slightly harsher tone. He scared you so much, 

“I cou- I can’t sleep” you look down, you’d get yelled at if you used ‘big girl’ words. your hands are sweaty and you can feel your face heat up. Bucky walks over to you, Tears start forming in the corner of your eyes. 

“How about a warm bottle, it will make you feel better” He suggested, you knew it really wasn’t a suggestion and you knew you can’t deny him, you still have the bruise he gave you on your arm from a few days ago. That thought gave you chills. You nod and he gives you a smile, he knows you more than you know yourself, he knows if your planning something, he reads you like an open book, he makes his way to the kitchen preparing a warm bottle, he puts a powder of something into your drink. you sat there, your back to him, this man claims to love you, but he doesn’t treat you very nice, all of this confuses you still. 

He makes his way to you and carries you. You once again enter his room and lays you down on the bed, he then lays down too, cuddling you as he feeds you from the bottle. “If I hear you out of bed at night again, I won’t be as nice” He tells you, you heart quickens this is him being nice? Your eyes flutter close as sleep takes a hold of you. 

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You sat there in the living room watching a Disney film, while Bucky makes lunch for you. You can’t help but feel sadness when you watch people fall in love in the movies, you've never fell in love, not one single guy was interested in you, they like those girls who are brave, the ones that make flirty comments and dressed nice, you can’t just walk up to them and start a conversion because you didn’t know how. You were the girl they didn’t notice. Bucky was the only guy who did, you thought maybe if he wasn’t out of his mind he would of dated one of those girls. 

“Doll, come and eat,” he said, you went over to the dining room and sat down. You saw what he gave you and it was the same thing he has given you for the past weeks, mushy food. You sigh and he takes notice. “What’s the matter baby?” he asks, you hesitate scared to get a punishment. 

“why can’t I eat food like yours” You say, every time you eat he has better food than you, and your stuck eating mushy food that taste like poop. He sighs as he drops his spoon down. 

“You can’t eat solids right now honey, your body would just throw it all up, I’m sorry sweetheart,” He gives a small smile at you, but you frown, oh yeah you can’t, all of this made you forget how sick you were- are.

Your work place was awful the only reason you stayed was because you had to pay your bills. Your co-workers would make jokes on your weight, at first you thought nothing about it giving a little chuckle at their jokes. Soon enough it went to your head, you wouldn’t eat, even when you did you’d feel guilty and make yourself throw up, it got so bad that you collapsed at work and had to be rushed to the hospital, that wasn’t even a month ago. 

“Oh honey don’t cry, soon enough you'll feel better, you just need time,” you didn’t even notice you were crying. All you could do is wipe the tears and nod, his soft words gave you a little comfort, soon after that it was time for your nap. He carried you up to your room and gave you a small kiss. He’s crazy you know that, your scared when the time will come when he takes advantage of you. 

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