#if i forcibly give this an au name already will yall latch on. bc thats my plan.

[caroldantops]

running home to your sweet nothings || c.d. x reader

ship: carol danvers x little!reader (mentions of platonic monica x reader and wandanat x reader; wandanat x little!kate)

warnings: little bit of smut and a lot of age play (18+ only), daddy carol and princess reader, ddlg, lots of age play things including one little mention of diapers and bathroom control, mostly fluff!

carol actually found out through wanda that you were a little; wanda has a second sense for that sort of thing (and, well, mind reading) and noted to your girlfriend that you wanted to ask her about it, but were too scared of potential rejection

carol's heart ached at the thought of you being so anxious about her rejecting you. you were her whole universe, her precious little star - and that's saying something, considering she frequently traveled through the galaxies

age play wasn't something carol had given much thought to, but with some guidance from wanda, she delved into the world and became more and more eager for you to show this side of yourself to you

after all, you did already frequently call her daddy

but she decided to wait until she thought you were ready to bring it up. she didn't want you to think that she had gone snooping for the information.

but...she couldn't help trying to push you a little. she started buying you cute stuffed animals that you would eye whenever you went shopping. she ordered for you at restaurants. she even started cutting up your food at home when you would make dinner.

you started getting suspicious, but extra attention from carol never hurt, so you let your guard down, letting carol start setting out outfits for you and offering to give you baths after work.

it finally happened after a truly disasterous day. nothing went right, everyone was bothering you, the world was so overstimulating that you could feel an insane pressure beating through your chest like you were bound to explode any second.

when you got home and sulked through the door, carol was still out picking up your dinner for the night, so you grabbed as many blankets and pillows as you could and bundled up on the couch

carol heard your sniffling from the couch and almost spilled takeout boxes all over your counter to run over to you, pulling you to her chest and asking what happened

nothing you say is coherent, and safe in her arms you finally break down, sniffling and sobbing into her shirt. she starts gently rocking you back and forth while she whispers sweet nothings to you.

suddenly, somethings being pressed to your lips, and you instinctively open your mouth to take it. you suckle and look up at carol with furrowed brows as you realize that carol's pulled a pacifier out of nowhere.

"i...wanda told me that she was pretty sure that you were interested in being my little," carol admits finally, trying to hide her elation that you haven't rejected the paci at all. "i didn't want to push you until you were ready. but i think you needed daddy today."

you give a shuddered sigh, nodding and nuzzling deeper into her body, fully content to stay there forever.

"we can talk about it more tomorrow. just let me take care of you for now, okay?"

after long discussions about what you both wanted from this new dynamic, you fell into comfortable routine.

carol spent an exhorbent amount of money getting you tons of new things. you kept telling her that you didn't need a whole dresser full of new clothes, but carol insisted "these onesies are just so cute on you! plus more means we have to do laundry less."

sippy cups, toys, blankets, diapers... carol and you had both been holding back for long enough so you went crazy picking things out.

carol loves to carry you everywhere. when you're in public, she settles for holding your hand tight wherever you go, but around her friends and home, you rarely walk anymore, you're either crawling or being carried.

all of this brings out your bratty side a little more, too. the nickname princess is incredibly fitting, since carol spoiled you rotten at first, now you give her a big pout whenever she doesn't give in.

which ends with you bend over her lap with your ass bruised before carol ruins you, pounding into you while you clutch your precious orange cat plushie that she got you because it looked like Goose.

carol discovers through this that she really likes controlling when you go to the bathroom, as well

when carol has to leave to do some hero business, she either lets monica stay over and watch you, or lets you stay with auntie wanda and natasha (and their little, kate because i cant resist)

all three of whom spoil you even more, and carol comes back to a very happy princess who's gotten a tummy full of homemade treats and at minimum three new toys.

carol always brings you home something cool from another planet, and you two barely leave the bedroom for a good week after that.