#puppy!regressor reader

[angels-share-agere]

hiaiaaia haiiiiiiii ^_^ big brother handler! razor hcs caring for a lil puppy regressor pleasee :3

Request: @jayelves

"Puppy!Regressor & Handler!Razor."

Request accepted!

✧ Razor as a handler is really smart! He knows that you are just a curious little puppy, so he understands you might not make the smartest decision (digging in the ground, getting wet from splashing in puddles, ect.)

✧ He's so understanding! (Well, he tries to be, anyways.) If you want to be padded? Sure! Want a collar? He won't judge - and he'll even help draft out designs! Want a pacifier? He'll fuss over you, but it's fine with him!

✧ Will play games with you! Tag, tug of war, playful wrestling (if you are okay with that sort of violence, ect). Of course,he'll let you always win for bragging rights!

✧ Always knows the best locations for sunbathing. He will take you to a nice spot in Mondstadt and make sure there's no evil bad guys nearby. He'll teach you on how to sneak up on local wildlife, but he makes a point to not hurt them.

✧ Will gift you rabbit stuffed animals, and he will laugh and coo when you chew on it! If you accidentally destroy it, he gives you a gentle lecture on not hurting 'Mondstadt wildlife', but also praises your hunting skills. "No hurt. Rabbit stuffie our friend. But did good hunt today. Proud."

✧ Razor will often let you assist in cooking. Something simple as getting dry firewood for the stove, suggesting what the two of you eat for the meal, ect. He won't hesitate to go into the main city and spend money for ingredients...and maybe some candy for afterwards.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Puppy Brained

CEO!Wanda Maximoff x pet regressor!fem!reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: On a quiet Thursday night, you match with someone unexpected on a caregiver/regressor dating app. Her profile says "CEO, 32. Here to take care of something precious. Firm but gentle. I don't judge. All pets welcome." You didn’t think she'd message you back—let alone want to hear your little noises on the phone.

Warnings: All fluff!

Authors notes: I really have been feeling more pet than baby recently so here you go. Also reader is based on my regression and how I get not everyone regresses the same!

Also, to all the littles and pets, seeing this, please treed lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. This is my first pet regressor! fic. Everything is marked accordingly!

You blink down at your screen.

You: …hi? I liked your profile. Didn’t think you’d match back tbh. You’re like. A real CEO?

It takes her only a minute to respond.

Wanda: Hi, sweetheart. Yes, I am. But I also love to make sure my puppy feels safe and soft and seen. You caught my attention. May I ask what you’re looking for here?

You pause, thumbs hovering. It’s the hardest part. Saying it outright. But her message feels like a weighted blanket over your nerves.

You: I regress mostly into puppy space. Sometimes raccoon or possum. It’s not always cute. Sometimes I shut down. Or make little growls. Or hoard things. I’m looking for someone who won’t think that’s weird.

Wanda: Darling, not only do I not think that’s weird, I think it’s beautiful. Your brain found ways to protect you. That’s something I want to learn how to honor. If you'll let me.

Your chest tightens—but in a good way. You curl up further into your blanket, nose nuzzling your sleeve as you reply.

You: You’re so kind. I usually don’t talk much when I’m in pupspace. Mostly whimpers, licks, tail wags. (No tail. Just metaphorical. Like bum wiggles)

Wanda: I’d love to see your bum wiggles one day.

Two days later…

You’ve been messaging back and forth constantly—Wanda’s messages are warm, present, and just bossy enough that they make your tummy flutter. She starts sending you little questions:

What makes you feel most puppy-like?

Do you have a comfort toy?

If I gave you a bath, would you like bubbles or lavender more?

And then one night she asks if she can call you.

You hesitate. Your phone’s already in your hand. Fingers fidgeting. You type, erase, type again:

You: What if I slip a little? On the phone. What if I’m weird.

Wanda: Sweetheart. If you go quiet, I’ll be here. If you bark or yip or go all raccoon on me, I’ll just love you through it. I promise I can handle you, however you show up.

So you say yes.

And her voice?

God.

It’s lower than you expected. Gentle but rich. A lithe accent from Eastern Europe. You can tell she’s reclining somewhere comfortable by how slowly she talks. She says your name like she’s testing the weight of it in her palm.

You end up whining once without meaning to. Like a little high-pitched mrrrp noise when she coos, "That’s my good girl."

You freeze. She doesn’t.

She just says, “Mmm. There you are. My precious little thing.”

At the end of the third phone call, she hesitates for the first time. Then:

“I’d really like to meet you, bunny. Maybe somewhere calm? Private. I don’t want to overwhelm you. But I’d love to sit beside you in person. Maybe bring a blanket and snacks, and you could show me what kind of sounds your puppy self makes when she’s really happy. Would that be okay?”

“…Can I bring my comfort hoodie?” It comes out softly, unsure of itself.

“You can wear mine, if you want. I’ll make sure to bring it.” She responds without hesitation and your heart soars.

🦴⋆🐾°ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The park is quiet. It’s a tucked-away spot Wanda picked herself—tree-covered, secluded, and far from the sound of traffic. You spotted her immediately, even from across the field.

She’s sitting on a picnic blanket, perfectly poised in soft slacks and a deep burgundy cardigan rolled to the sleeves. She looks less “CEO” and more “off-duty protector,” especially with the gentle smile she’s wearing just for you.

A thermos. Two cups. A little stuffed raccoon beside her.

And a soft lavender hoodie folded neatly at her side.

You approach slowly, arms crossed tight to your chest. Not because you're upset—but because you're vibrating. You feel that soft tug inside you, the one that says, it’s okay to go small here, and it’s hard to ignore.

Your voice comes out barely above a whisper: “Hi.”

Wanda’s smile deepens, warm enough to melt any frost.

“Hi, puppy.”

Just like that—you make a small, involuntary sound. A kind of breathy half-yip. You blush hard, turning your face away as your hands start to fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“I knew that might come out,” you mumble.

“I hoped it would,” Wanda says easily. “It means you’re feeling something. That’s a good thing.”

🦴⋆🐾°ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

She doesn’t reach for you. She doesn’t pressure you. She just pats the space beside her on the blanket and waits.

You take off your shoes and kneel down.

Sit.

Then slowly lean sideways, until your shoulder brushes hers. Her warmth is steady. Her voice stays low.

“I brought you that hoodie in case you got chilly.”

Your fingers twitch.

“I’m not cold,” you whisper.

“But still want it?”

A small nod.

She unfolds it and helps you into it like it's sacred—pulling the sleeves over your arms, tucking your hair back for the hood. You let out a deep sigh once it’s on, tail-wag energy buzzing beneath your skin. It smells of cherry blossoms and sunlight. It must be her scent.

“You’re soft,” you murmur without thinking. “And warm.”

“Good,” she says, brushing her knuckles over your cheek. “I want you to feel that way around me.”

You curl tighter into yourself, unconsciously tucking your hands into your sleeves like paws. Wanda watches with a kind of awe, like she’s seeing something rare and beautiful. Not judging. Not analyzing. Just witnessing.

“I brought snacks,” she says eventually. “Carrot sticks, apple slices, peanut butter, crackers. And I made chamomile tea. Or water if you’d rather.”

You’re too regressed to answer in full sentences by now, but you nod. Whimper. Tilt your head toward the thermos.

She pours it for you, then holds out the cup. “Can my puppy drink from a cup today, or should I help?”

You flush but answer in the softest voice: “Can hold…will praise me?”

Wanda’s smile could light up the whole damn city.

“Oh, my darling. I’ll always praise you.”

You drink.

She strokes your hair.

The stuffed raccoon ends up in your lap, your knees tucked to your chest as you lean against Wanda more and more. Her heartbeat is slow, her breathing even. She smells like soft just like the hoodie. She’s real and calm and yours in a way that doesn’t feel like possession—it feels like permission.

Eventually, you say, barely audible: “Think slippin.”

“I see,” she whispers. “Do you need words right now, or just touch?”

You shrug. Words are gone. You’ve never been like this with someone before. You weren’t sure what you needed exactly.

She pulls you into her lap, arranges your body like she’s done it a hundred times, and wraps your arms around her waist.

“Shh, it’s okay. My precious little pup. You don’t have to talk. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

And you melt there.

In her arms.

In her hoodie.

With her calling you good.

[ladypups]

☆*:.｡Me and Lo !!!

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He’s so papa coded woof :3333

[sweetangelbarbie]

Cg! Sevika x puppy regressor! Reader headcanons

🌸Sevika is a very busy woman but she always tries to make time for her puppy :3

🌸When Sevika isn’t home on time you whine and cry, thinking something horrible has happened to her. You snuggle into all her old clothes trying to remember her scent. When she eventually does come home you jump on her all happy.

•“Hi puppy.” She’ll sigh exhausted picking the pup up with her human arm, you snuggle close to her.

“I thought you were gone!” Sevika rolls her eyes “they can’t get rid of me bub.” You whine more

“Come on… how ‘bout a treat?” That makes you perk up.

🌸Sometimes she’ll even take you to work with her :3. She dolls up your hair and puts you in nice cute clothes, not forgetting your puppy ear headband! Even if all you do is sit on her lap while she fills out paperwork, or on the couch preoccupied with a chew toy. The idea of being around your mama makes your tail wag!

🌸At first when you told her you pet regress, more specifically puppy regress she thought that you could be like a guard dog. (Silly sevi)

• “attack.” She points at the stuffed bunny on the floor. You quickly scamper over, picking it up in your jaw and bound back over to her, excitedly looking up at her.

She groans lightly “puppy… I said attack not fetch.” She takes the well loved bunny from your mouth.

“Play!” You happily yip, nuzzling against her thigh. She ruffles your soft hair “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

🌸Will always play fetch, even if she’s tired. She doesn’t really know how you always have that much energy. Sometimes she’ll be asleep on the couch while you race around the house with the zoomies.

🌸You like being held by mama, even if she’s grumpy she will always pick up her needy pup.

• “again?” The older woman looks down at where you tug at her shirt before hoisting you up to rest on her hip.

“Missed yous….” The poor puppy snuggles against her chest.

“Sooo needy.”

🌸you are a very messy puppy! Always spilling your juice or milk. Your food all over your new shirts. Sev tries not to get too frustrated, she’ll always scrub the stains out. Making sure you’re near so she can fuss to you the importance of trying to be neat.

🌸puppies can’t help but being a little naughty! You had recently developed a bad habit of chewing up her shirts. You can’t help it! You miss your mama and the shirt smells so much like her :(

🌸Sevika does send you to time out in your kennel. You only really use it if it’s nap time and Sev can’t nap with you, or for time out.

• you were recently put in there for yet again getting into the pantry without her permission, there’s food in there that will upset puppy’s tummy!

“Out!” The poor puppy barks, banging on the crates bars.

“Stop it puppy. You know that won’t help.” The older woman groans. You only whimper nudging at the metal again.

“Do you want five more minutes?” You immediately stop.

🌸She does always give you lots of love and reassurance after freeing you from timeout. Poor puppy just needs to learn better!

🌸She likes to hand feed you. Smirking at the feeling of your tongue licking up the rest of the treat from her palm.

🌸you always give her the best puppy kisses! Making her chuckle as you happily lick and slobber her face.

🌸if you are padded she’ll pay it no mind, she’s had to deal with worse things than changing a diaper. She gets you cute ones with puppy’s on them :3

🌸If you do have an accident Sevika won’t make you feel bad for it. Puppy can’t help it! Sev will clean you up in a very gentle way, that surprises even herself with how soft she was. Your owner will reassure you that it happens to everyone, even big strong dogs. 

🌸You lovee bath time! Splashing around in the soapy water, tail wagging happily at all your bath toys.

• “stop splashing, you’re getting the whole bathroom wet.” You pout happily dipping your mermaid Barbie’s into the water. It was a bit of a hassle to get you undressed, and let alone get your puppy ear headband off.

“Splish!” The puppy announces happily, splashing the Barbie back into the water. Your owner only sighs.

“You’re killin’ me kid.”

“I puppy.”

🌸Sevika likes to do your hair :3. Whether in pigtails, or braids, clipping cute clips in or bows. You’re such a pretty puppy! With a pretty coat!

🌸If you’re scared of the dark, Sev will plug in a paw print shaped nightlight. Soothing over your hair with her rough human hand as she coos at you. Your eyes glimmering in the low golden light.

🌸You can really only sleep good if your mama is there holding you. Occasionally Sevika sleeps without her mechanical arm on, not wanting to accidentally hurt you. She cuddles you sooo close, making you feel safe with her big muscles. Sev will always make you sleep closest to the wall in case of danger so she can protect you.

🌸If you’ve been good Sevika will let you decorate her metal arm with cute puppy stickers. At work Jinx will poke fun at her for it, it always ends up with her getting punched hehe.

🌸If Sevi HAS to leave she has Jinx puppy sit for you. After a few tears when mama has to leave Jinx will always make you giggle by tickling you. You lovee when she pet sits, she’s always more fun and lenient than Sevika. Letting you stay up late, and have an extra ice cream after dinner!

• “puppy!!! Ima’ get youuu!!!!” The blue haired girl giggles as she chases you around the living room. You bark and dodge her bony grasp.

“NO!” You giggle when she eventually gets you. Blowing raspberries on your cheek until you start kicking her off.

“Silly puppyy” she smiles cuddling you reallyyyyy tight. Jinx’s cuddles are always like that.

🌸Jinx always teases Sevika by saying she’s gonna kidnap you. Sevi doesn’t find that funny!!!

🌸Sometimes if Sevika isn’t paying enough attention to you you’ll nip at her. She doesn’t appreciate this, talking sternly to you that biting isn’t how you solve problems…but she always cuddles you afterwards.

🌸She gets you the cutest collars!! With your name on them (and hers on the back hehe). You beggg her to clip them on as soon as she surprises you with them. Before you guys go out she lets you choose from all of them, but it’s tooo hard to choose ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა…

🌸When you have a meltdown she tries to not get super frustrated. You had wanted a new stuffy but Sevika said no due to you not having enough stickers on the chart. You ended up getting really frustrated, emotions that were to big for you that had turned into tears, and eventually a big freak out.

• She tries to calm you down, talking softly to you and petting your head.

“I know you wanted the plush bub, but you haven’t been good this week..” she says softly to you in the car. You can’t help the tears.

“I…I wana….” You whine pawing at her.

“I know… please calm down.” She hugs you. “I can give you a baba when we get home if you can calm down. I won’t even put you in timeout.” She kisses away the puppy’s tears.

The thought of a bottle calms you down enough, and soon it’s just sad sniffles. Next week you’ll be better enough to earn that stuffy!

🌸She does have a sticker chart in place. It’s good for puppy’s that like to cause trouble. She’s not afraid to remove stickers if you get into something you’re not supposed to, or have been particularly fussy.

🌸She likes to bottle feed you. You’re a greedy little thing and will drink it down too fast, ending up with a tummy ache. Your mama will simply rub your belly, telling you to slow down more.

🌸Sevika isn’t above buying your affection. Ehh this does make you a spoiled pup….buttttt she loves to see the look on your face when you get a new toy you’ve been eyeing.

🌸she loves to take you on walks! She’ll walk you around all the safer parts of Zaun, making sure you stay close by, she will tug on that leash if she feels you’re getting too far. If you see something shiny on the ground and want to pick it up, nooo!!!! Mama will warn you that it could be something unsafe.

sometimes, if you’ve been particularly good, you two will sneak up to topside and she will let you run around at the park and gardens to your hearts content!

🌸After these walks you are a very muddy puppy, you love digging holes in the ground ૮ >ﻌ< ა. Sevika will have to hose you down before you get back inside. You always love to chomp at the water. Sevika will purposely splash you in the face making you growl and giggle.

🌸Sev will draw up a bath and let you play until you get sleepy. (Life hack instead of having a wiggly puppy in bed) you can barely stand as she drys you off, tooo sleepy. She’ll put a pull-up on you, your cute frilly Jammie’s, and your fuzzy puppy socks!

• Sevika carries you to bed, your poor head slumped onto her shoulder. She gently places you onto the bed, placing your beloved puppy stuffy in your arms.

You whine gently, missing your mama’s warmth.

“Mama…”

“Shhh…I know hold on bub”

She pulls off her shirt before sitting on the bed, taking the screwdriver off the bedside table, gently unscrewing her arm. Clinging onto your stuffy you look up at her with your sleepy eyes, admiring your mama :3.

Shortly she joins you in bed, laying down and letting you crawl onto her chest, sniffing her. Sev pops the binky into your mouth to prevent you from chewing on her or the bedding.

“Poor sleepy puppy…so tiny.” You whine snuggling against her as she wraps her arm around you, patting your back soothingly.

My mamaaaaaaa seviiiii hehe ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

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[justalilecho]

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[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!! ♡

[riddlerpup]

CG! RIDDLER X AUTISTIC PUPPY REG! HC'S

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Okay since I've seen no one do anything like this imma have to take it in my own hands >:3 (also! This can be any general riddler but I'm more leaning towards Arkham Eddie)

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☆ okay so we know Eddie is very creative with trinkets and such, so I think he comes REAL handy when it comes to puppy gear

☆would make you a tail and pair of robotic ears! And a nice, shiny collar with his logo to go with it too! He has to show off a little of course, your his little pup!

☆he make the tail and ears be able to link up and express your emotions in case you've gone non-verbal, tail will wag if happy or excited, ears will perk up when something catches you interests, the whole shebang!

☆let's you have a small play space in his lab. In the corner. Away from him and his workings.

☆okay, okay, he doesn't trust you near is work, especially when your such a rowdy pup! So, he so generously and greatfully gave you your own "spot" in the corner, he gave you a cage and all!

☆most of your toys were made by him, in generous and cheap matter(his ego hurts a bit if he buys store-bought items me thinks)

☆how does he treat you? Well he gives you special treats, head pats and tummy rubs, and his undying attention! ....whenever he has time to give it.

☆he's a villain what can I say? His work catches his attention full sometimes, but whenever he hears a sad whimper or whine coming from behind him, looking over his shoulder to see you with thee BIGGEST puppy dog eyes he's ever seen, his work can be hold for a moment

☆sometimes he will give you puzzles or riddles for you to figure out, praising you and giving you a little treat if you answer correctly

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?: "Awh, good job little pup. Guess you deserve a treat after that huh?" :¿

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☆pats your head and gives you chin scratches :3

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Hi!so I might do more of these! Any Headcanon requests for DC villains anyone wants I'll attempt to do! :3

[marsthegaymer]

Pup Playtime

Parings: Mommy!Wandanat x Fem! pup! reader

Warning(s): Age Regression, fluff and Reader just being cute.

K!NK, AGEPLAY OR ANY NSFW DNI!!!!

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!!

Summary: Reader goes into puppy space and their mommies play with them. <3

Y/N is sitting in the living room laying on the floor watching cartoons when Bluey comes on and Y/N instantly lights up. Y/N sits up and gets close to the TV and beams at the show. On the TV Bingo let's out her big girl bark and Y/N barks along. Y/N barks at bingo when they hear foot steps come down the hall. Y/N flips around to see Wanda standing in the doorway with a smile. "Awww, hey there pup" Wanda says sweetly. Y/N yips happily and runs to Wanda. Wanda bends down and scratches behind Y/N's ears. "Who's my good puppy? You are! Yes, you are!" Wanda exclaims. Y/N wags thier tail at her praise and grabs a tug toy and brings it back. "You want to play puppy? Yeah?" Wanda says happily. Wanda grabs hold of the other side of the toy and tugs on it. Y/N and Wanda both pull on the toy for a while before Wanda looses her grip.

There is a key noise in the door and Y/N dashes to the door and barks happily when Natasha comes in the door. Natasha smiles at her pup's energy."Hey there pup! I'm so happy to see you! Can you sit?" Natasha asks and Y/N instantly sits and is wagging their tail in excitement. "Oh such a good puppy" Natasha says and gives Y/N head scratches and a treat. Wanda watches from the living room at the interaction.

Natasha puts her stuff on the table and Y/N dashes back into the living room and grabs a squeaky toy from their toy bin and chews on it. Natasha comes into the room and gives Wanda a kiss before walking over to Y/N and tugging on the toy in their mouth. Y/N growls playfully at Natasha. Y/N lets go of the toy and Natasha waves the toy in front of Y/N's face. "You want it pup" Natasha asks teasingly. Y/N barks in response and tries to grab it with their mouth. "Alright sit puppy" Y/N says softly. Y/N sits and whimpers excitedly. "Ready.....go!" She exclaims after throwing it. Y/N dashes and catches the toy in their mouth. Wanda claps excitedly, "Good job puppy" She exclaims. Y/N brings it to Natasha and sets it on the floor next to her feet.

Y/N's tummy starts growling all of a sudden. "Aww someone is hungry! You hungry pup" Wanda asks walking up to the pair. Y/N barks exited for food. " Alrighty pup. Nat stay here and play some more I'm gonna get her some food, okay" Wanda asks. "You got it baby" Natasha says warmly. After a bit of playing and dinner it's time to get ready for bed. "Come puppy! Time for bed" Wanda calls from the bedroom. Y/N grabs her favorite stuffed Bluey and crawls to the bedroom. "Bed pup" Natasha says pointing to the dog bed near their closet. Y/N curls up in her bed with her stuffie and the other two get in bed before turning off the light. Y/N gets lonely after a bit before going to Wanda's side of the bed with Bluey and whimpers at Wanda. Wanda stirs a little but doesn't wake. Y/N paws at Wanda when she finally turns to Y/N.

"What's wrong pup? You want to sleep with your mommies" Wanda asks sleepily. Y/N nuzzles her hand and softy whimpers. "Okay pup. Up" Wanda says patting the bed. Y/N jumps on the bed and lays down in between her and Natasha. Wanda pulls Y/N close and cuddles with her. "Such a good pup" Wanda says before Y/N falls peacefully asleep.

Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoyed! Comment any requests you have and I will start working on it! Take care of yourself! <;33

-M

[babydolls-writing-space]

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Scream ( Billy, Stu, Dewey, Ethan )

Hazbin hotel (Lucifer, alastor, Rosie, Adam, vox, husk, angel, vaggie)

marvel (Bucky, Steve, Peter, Pietro, Natasha, and Tony)

stranger things (Eddie,Steve, Nancy,robin)

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[littlestsheriff]

mama's little sheriff

paring: mama! cait x masc regressor! reader

summary: sometimes being a big boy just it doesn't work and caitlyn knows that

tags: agere, age regression, cg! caitlyn kiramman, regressor reader, comfort, comfort itens, boyre, boy regressor, sfw, fluffy, sheriff caitlyn, reader regressed around 2-4

autor notes: it's my first regressor reader fic in a while, i hope you like it :)) credits for lottiesboy and criblver for the style! if u want to check, i already have another fanfics on my wattpad :]

You knock on the door and enter carefully. Caitlyn is focused on talking to some enforcers, discussing some important information. But out of the corner of her eye, she notices you and signals for you to enter the room. You're visibly upset about something and she picks up on it. The conversation seems to go on forever, but she assures you that it's already over. Once the enforcers have left the room, she gets up from her chair and walks towards you.

"Darling, what's wrong? You seems a little upset. Is there something bothering you?"

Anxiety takes over your body, you can't respond except for a nervous glance at Caitlyn. She gently puts her hands on your face, trying to calm you down.

"It's alright sweetie. You can tell me what's upsetting you. Im here to help you, you know that, right?"- She says in her soft voice.

You hesitate, but Caitlyn's gentle gaze makes your heart calm and you nod.

"It's because... I failed. I'm sorry"- You say with a sad look in your face.

Her heart melts as she listens you. She gentle places her hand on your shoulder.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. Everyone make mistakes. We all fail sometimes. What happened, my darling boy?"

"I supposed to be a big boy now, but i can't even do that... I failed with you"- You try your best to not let yourself slip

Caitlyn's heart aches at your words. Her maternal instincts kick in seeing you so vulnerable and little. She pulls you into a hug, holding you close to her, feeling how little you are at the moment.

"Oh my love, don't say that. You've never failed to me, never. I know sometimes is too difficult to be a big boy, isn't it?"

You dont answer, just nods with a sad puppy face. Her heart aches even more, trying to sooth you, stroking your hair.

"It's okay, baby. You don't need to be big all the time. Sometimes you just need a little time"- She says with a tender gaze. "You're feeling small now, that's my priority. I can take a break and stay with you, okay darling?"

You feel the guilt sinking into your chest. Caitlyn would have to take time off work to look after you and that makes you feel guilty.

"But mam- Cait, im supposed to be a big boy"

Her heart aches as she listens to you, she gentle cups your face, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

"Shhh, baby. There's no supposed to be anything. You don't have to be big if you can't. Somtimes It's doesn't work and that's okay, alright? You don't have to force yourself to be big if you're feeling so little. Mama is always here for you, my love"

She pulls you into a embrace, gentle rocking you. And you two stay in that silent embrace, but it is cozy.

"Okay, baby boy, now let youserlf completely slip into your little headspace, alright? Mama's here to take care of you"

"But mama, and what if one of your enforcers see me regressed? I can't let myself slip here"

"Oh, i got it sweetheart. I understand why you're worried. But don't worry, no one will barge in or catch you in your little boy mode, i promise you. But even if they do, mama will handle it. I'll keep my kid safe"

Seeing your mama's confidence makes you feel better, less worried. You can't help but chuckle

"Using your sheriff power again mama, how naughty"

Caitlyn chuckles, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischievousness

"You know me too well, right, baby boy? Of course I'll use my sheriff power if i've to. I'm not gonna let anyone mess with my kiddo, no metter where we are or who sees us. Mama's a sheriff, and also a Kiramman, no one can mess with her"- She gives a cheeky smile to you. "And we can lock the door, it will give us more privacity and you can be my adorable little boy. Mama will use her sheriff power and no one will disturb us"- She says, smiling to you.

She take some steps until the door and lock it, then back to you. Your eyes wander to your backpack near the couch, remembering what you brought with you.

"I brought something"

Caitlyn follows your gaze to the backpack near to the couch, and her curiosity is piqued.

"Oh, you brought something with you? What is inside the bag, my love? Show mama. I'm curious to see what you have"

You walk over to the backpack, pick it up and open it, revealing what's inside, some of your regression gear. Caitlyn takes some steps closer.

"Oh, my prince, you brought your gear with you? That's so sweet. You want to choose by yourself or do you want mama to pick for you?"- She says with her voice filled with affection.

You look to her with your puppy face and she knew you started to regress further.

"Mama choose"

She smiles gently and nods

"Of course, prince. Mama will pick for you. I know what my baby boy needs"

She glances through the itens, carefully considering each item. Then, she selects a blue pacifier and a puppy plush. Caitlyn gently lifts the paci between your lips, slipping it into your mouth. Then she hands the plush to you.

"Here you go, baby. All comfy now?"- She gentle asks, with a maternal tone.

You nod and she smiles to you. She sits on her chair and pats her lap, signaling to you come to her lap.

"Come here, baby boy!"

You runs to her and sits in her lap excited. She can't help but chuckle with your enthusiasm.

"Here you go, my little prince. Sitting right here where you belong, in mama's lap. Let me hold you for a moment, okay?"

You nod and rests your head on her chest and she begins to rock you gently. The time seems to stop when you're in Caitlyn's lap, being wrapped in her warmth like a blanket. Then, the paperwork on her desk catch your attention, seemed a very important document. She notices your glance at her paperwork.

"You curious about mama's paperwork? Let me show you"

Caitlyn picks the document on the desk and shows to you. She explain to you the importance of her work. Then, back the paper to the desk.

"So, darling, i need to finish them, but don't worry, i'll wold you all the time and you can be my little helper and keep me company, okay?"

"I'll be a sheriff like mama?"- You ask with your eyes shinning

She can't help but chuckle. She give a kiss on your forehead, filled with affection.

"Of course you'll. Now you are a little sheriff, mama's little sheriff. Can you be a good boy for mama and stay still for me? I promise it won't take long"

You nod with a smile behind your pacifier, Caitlyn smiles back to you and kiss the top of your head. She gently adjusts you on her lap, making sure you're comfortable. She also grabs a couple of documents in one hand, while gently runs her fingers through your hair with the other hand.

She starts working through her paperwork, her focus mostly on the documents in the desk. But that doesn't mean she didn't pay attention on you, she still keeps her other hand around you, occasionally giving head pats and caresses, or murmuring sweet words and praises.

You just relax in her arms, feeling her warmth and the material of her uniform. Having you against her brings the sense of comfort she needs to concentrate on the task. When the pile of document seems smaller, she lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Almost done, my little sheriff! You don't know how much I want to cuddle with you"- She says with her voice filled with affection.

Don't let too much to her finish all the paperwork, organizing the last pile of documents. She sighs in relief, relaxing in the chair. You give a smile to her as a praise for her work.

"Good job mama!"

Caitlyn's heart melts in affection, she gives a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"And good job for being a well-behaved little boy. Thanks for being so patient to mama, made everything easier for me focus and get my work done. You're the best little sheriff"

You look at her with your big puppy eyes.

"Now we can cuddle?"

"Of course, my darling! We can cuddle as long you want. You've deserve some cuddles for being a excellent good boy! Mama loves you so much"

She gently wraps her arms around you, rocking back and forth. Sometimes being a big boy is a hard task, but that's okay, because mama is always there to make things easier.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

little regressor reader with wukong and macaque oneshot

You occasionally forgot that sometimes both of your boyfriends stop by without telling you and of course, it had to be the one night you were regressed. Your favorite soft blankets are on the floor with one of them hanging over you like a canopy and one of your favorite plushes in your hand while you watch your favorite movie you watched during your childhood. Your mind is preoccupied with the colorful pictures flashing across the screen on your laptop. When you felt your mind start falling into that fuzzy place you quickly got changed out of your professional work clothes.

The soft and fuzzy fabric clothes eliminate any overstimulation and the yummy snack in the big bowl in front of you with a bag of candy you’d gotten as a reward for all the overtime you had worked this week on the side. When you’re regressed you’re usually non-verbal and have around a 6-year-old mindset but the only ones who even knew were Mei and MK who accidentally found out. The only reason they even found out was that you weren’t answering their texts and burst into your apartment only to see you in your living room watching Bluey happily.

The happy mood quickly changed when you started tearing up and ran into your room hoping that both of you could forget the last couple minutes, it only took a couple of minutes though for them to convince you it was okay and remember you were still regressed. For the next hour, Mei played puppy videos for you while she stopped MK from eating all of your snacks and eventually bingeing a whole season of Monkey King the Animated Series which was mostly MK’s idea. Usually, whenever you felt like you were slipping you would call those two but both of them were busy so you decided to set yourself up with a movie and such for the night.

You ate another piece of candy and were more focused on the movie you were watching when you heard a knock on your window, turned to it with your soft plushie in hand, and locked eyes with both of your boyfriends. Panic shot through you and in an instant, you grabbed your phone, ran into your closet, and shutting it. Wukong and Macaque came over to hang out with you since this week had been busy for all of you but they hadn’t expected this.

Of course, both of their first thoughts were that you were adorable in that outfit and it only made them want to cuddle you even more. “Sunshine, what’s the matter? It’s just us.” the king asked in a concerned tone. However, when they saw you cry in shock at you seeing them Wukong climbed through the window while Macaque portaled in and crouched next to the closet. “What’s wrong, lotus? Is everything okay?” he asked softly and knocked gently on the door. You couldn’t help the whimpers that came out and shakily found Mei’s contact, slowly typing the situation and wiping the tears falling down your cheeks.

Wukong had crouched next to Macaque outside the closet and looked around your room, noticing all the comfy blankets and pillows that created a safe and cozy vibe. It was endearing and frankly adorable to them both but you were in distress and that took priority over anything. You hiccuped but called Mei and put her on speaker as instructed. “It’s alright, Name. I promise that they both won’t judge you and if they do I’ll test if they really are immortal.” Mei said and growled through the phone. Both monkeys stilled when they heard Mei’s threat and Wukong started sputtering out that he’d never judge you only to be hit in the head by the warrior beside him.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed tiredly. “Let the dragon girl explain before we go jumping to conclusions.” he groaned and sat down a foot away from the closet, Wukong following him and watching you crack the door open just a bit. You could make out both of them through your tears and slide the phone to them, holding on tight to your plushie and hoping Mei would take care of everything despite not being there. “First off, Name I’m sorry MK and I couldn’t be there and could you pretty please open the door enough to let them see you? Could you also knock when you’ve done it?” she asked and waited till you knocked after opening the door enough, still curling in on yourself and flicking your eyes back and forth.

”Good job, Name! Such a good job!” she praised and you smiled a bit, rubbing your cheek with one hand and sniffling. “Secondly, this is for you both, this is a healthy coping mechanism called age regression that’s used by people who suffer from different kinds of trauma and people mentally and emotionally return to a younger age. It’s not often seen as “normal” by society because people are jerks but the age ranges from person to person. Name is usually around the age of 6 or 7 and normally non-verbal when they regress.” she explained and you teared up again when Mei mentioned how trauma is often a cause, tightly hugging your plushie and staring at the phone when you felt both pairs of eyes on you.

Both simians’ hearts sank when she explained it as a coping mechanism for trauma and how it must have been weighing on you if either of them found out. Macaque got the general idea of it and now understood why you hadn’t spoken at all, interacting wouldn’t be an issue since he was already good at reading micro-expressions and smiling softly at you from across the phone. “Okay, I think I get it now. It should be easy hopefully to pick up from where they left off before we got here and I’m guessing that they’ll be more emotionally sensitive,” he asked and nodded when Mei confirmed as Wukong looked at you with pity.

It must have been nerve-racking keeping this big of a secret from them both and he couldn’t be mad at you for something this safe to you. His tail lay limp on the floor as you tentatively looked up with tears sometimes falling down your cheeks and he reached out a hand before stopping since you still looked a bit scared. The tough chest armor he was wearing didn’t help him seem cuddly and he took it off before leaving in a random corner of your room, standing up much to his partner’s chagrin and walking over to snatch a couple of candies from the bowl you had. “What you doing? Were you listening to anything of what Mei said?” the shadow monkey asked annoyed.

The king carefully sat back down next to him and gave him one of the pieces of candy he had. By now Mei had hung up and given you the phone back. “I was listening and I’m going to help them calm down!” he retorted and popped one of them in his mouth. As expected it tasted tasty and he looked toward Macaque who also copied him, humming when he ate it and shifting his gaze toward you. You pouted when your boyfriend stole three pieces of your favorite candy and narrowed your eyes when Wukong offered the third piece to you.

“Why don’t you have some? It’s yummy!” he said and further stretched out his hand to you, “Also sorry I technically stole it.” You carefully to the candy from his hand and popped it into his mouth while both monkeys bickered with one another. “Wow, THE Great Sage apologized for stealing?” Macaque sassed him and dramatically put a hand on his chest while you unwrapped the candy, smiling at them both and slowly shuffling over to Wukong. You climbed onto his lap and left your plushie on the floor so you could squish his face with both hands. “Wu Wu” you murmured and cooed which got the attention of both lovers.

They both looked at you as they talked to one another while you stayed confused but happily played with the loose bits of clothing. “Didn’t Mei say they didn’t speak when they regressed?” Wukong asked with a raised brow and briefly glanced at you who didn’t seem to have a care in the world at the moment. “No she said they’re normally non-verbal but seeing as we’re their lovers I’m guessing this is going to be usually as it goes. Your nickname is cute though.” he teased him and you then sat on Macaque’s lap, ignoring the eye roll he got. You got distracted by the very soft fabric of his scarf and nuzzled your face into it. “Mac.” you murmured and decided that it was better than most of your blankets.

Wukong started laughing richly and quickly moved to the nearby laptop and unpaused to the movie when Macaque portaled you both over to the blanket-like nest, moving you to face forward and letting you have his scarf while you were regressed. “Someone’s soft aren’t they?” Wukong teased back and wrapped his tail around your waist, ruffling your hair and passing the snacks to you. He then remembered you had dropped your plushie on the ground when you went to hug him and went to get it however you whined when he got up. Both of them found it adorably cute and you gripped his shirt, looking at him and tugging him back to you. They would look forward to this every time you regressed.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Puppy Brained

Part 2

CEO!Wanda Maximoff x pet regressor!fem!reader

Summary: You've had a long day at work and so your raccoon comes out

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: overstimulation, pet regression (non-conventional), non-verbal, nesting and hoarding behaviors, mentions of shutdown, dysregulation, eating out of a bowl on the floor

Authors Notes: Hello! Long awaited part 2 of Puppy Brained is here! This goes more into raccoon/possum behaviors which is non-conventional regression, but I do it so I figured I'd write about it!

Also, to all the littles and pets, seeing this, please treed lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. This is my first pet regressor! fic. Everything is marked accordingly!

The day had chewed you up.

School was overstimulating—noise, lights, people bumping into you without thinking. Work was worse. Everything's wrong. Everything's too much.

Your brain felt scratchy. Your words were gone. All you had left was instinct.

So you went where it was safe.

To her.

You let yourself in with the key Wanda had given you. She insisted—said it was your home too, whether you spoke in full sentences or raccoon chitters. Her apartment smelled like her favorite pumpkin spice candle and tea and her. It grounded you immediately, even as your skin still buzzed with leftover stress.

She was still working. You could hear her voice on a quiet call behind her closed office door. Calm. Focused. Commanding. She hadn’t noticed you yet.

That was okay.

You didn’t want to talk anyway.

You wanted to nest.

Wanda’s walk-in closet was heaven.

Everything in there smelled like her. Felt like her. You pawed your way past coats and neatly folded sweaters, careful not to make too much noise as your brain shifted fully into raccoon space.

You didn’t mean to do it at first, but the urge crept up like a tide.

First, it was one of her watches—heavy and shiny. Then one of her bracelets. Then her old reading glasses in their sleek leather case. Then a folded silk scarf. A ring box. One of her ties.

You didn’t think about it—you just collected.

Each item went into the corner of the closet you now considered yours. Wanda had once laid a blanket there for you, thinking maybe you’d nap. Now it was a den.

You curled into it, the little pile of Wanda’s things cradled to your chest. You made a quiet sound—half hum, half chitter—as you pressed her scarf to your cheek and let yourself sink.

Wrapped in her scent. Guarded by her things. Safe.

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You didn’t hear her until the door creaked open.

“Puppy?” she called gently.

You stayed still.

She didn’t push—just walked over with quiet, careful steps. She crouched down by the closet entrance, soft slacks rustling, and peered inside.

“Oh…”

There was no judgment in her voice. Just a warm surprise and maybe a little awe.

You made a small sound—more of a sniff than a word—and she smiled.

“I see someone had a long day.”

You nodded, still clutching her bracelet.

Wanda slid onto the floor, slow and smooth, then stretched out beside your little den. She didn’t try to move you. She just let you be a raccoon.

“You wanted pieces of me, huh?”

You chittered softly, rubbing your cheek against the scarf.

“I’ll always let you have them, sweetheart. My shiny little thief.”

You reached out with one hand, pawlike in its hesitance, and Wanda took it. Her fingers wrapped around yours.

“Stay,” you whispered.

“Always,” she said.

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Wanda doesn't rush you.

She stays beside your little hoard, rubbing soft circles into the back of your hand until your breath evens out.

Then, gently,

"How about a bath, little one?"

You make a small, resistant noise—half whimper, half grumble—but you don’t pull away.

She smiles. "Just warm water. I’ll add the Bluey bubbles you like. And you can keep my scarf if it helps.”

Your ears twitch—figuratively, but you feel them flatten and perk inside your mind. A bath… could feel nice. You don't like being sticky and dusty after a long day of people.

Wanda offers you the scarf, lets you tuck it under your chin like a security blanket, and holds your hand as she helps you up.

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The bath is warm. Safe.

Wanda sits on the floor beside the tub, sleeves pushed up, her voice soft and rhythmic as she runs the sponge along your arms and shoulders.

"Such a good girl," she hums. "Look at those ears... I see them trying to come out."

And they are—puppy ears, now, in your head. Your raccoon claws are gone, and in their place, you're imagining soft fur, a wagging tail, a nose twitching at the steam and her shampoo scent.

You let out a whine and paddle closer, resting your chin on the edge of the tub so she can pet your wet hair.

"Mmm," she coos, “there you are. My sweet pup.”

After the bath, she helps dry you off with the fluffiest towel, wrapping you like a burrito before kissing your temple. She lets you pick your favorite oversized shirt from her drawer—a pale blue one that smells like clean sheets and her perfume.

Your tail (in your head) is wagging now. Puppy-mode is fully online. You’re loose-limbed, snuffly, following her around the house with soft little huffs and nudges.

“Are you hungry, puppy?”

You nod, tongue peeking out the corner of your mouth as you drop to all fours and give a tiny yap.

Wanda chuckles, already padding into the kitchen. “Alright then. Floor it is.”

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She places your meal in the bowl you picked out yourself. Matte sage green. Weighted, no-slip base. She even uses the matching water bowl. Chicken, rice, and soft veggies cut small.

She sets it down on the mat in the kitchen, then smooths your hair back into a gentle ponytail as you settle into position, tail wiggling behind you.

“Good pup,” she murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

You let out a soft, contented growl as you eat.

She watches for a bit, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, sipping tea. Occasionally she murmurs praises under her breath—“That’s it, sweetheart. Take your time. Look at you, so good for me.”

You feel full in more ways than one.

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You’re curled up on the couch, head in her lap, her fingers carding gently through your damp hair. You’ve got one of her socks tucked under your chin (she said it was old and “already claimed”), and she’s humming something soft you don’t recognize.

Her voice breaks the quiet:

“You were so brave today. Coming straight here when the world got too much. I’m really proud of you, baby.”

You lick your lips, then let out a soft yip.

“Yeah?” she smiles. “Did that feel good to hear?”

You nod sleepily.

“Then I’ll say it again. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of every part of you. Puppy, raccoon, possum, human—you’re mine, and I love taking care of you.”

Your breath stutters at that.

She catches it.

Her hand soothes down your back. “Too much?”

You manage a whisper: “No. Just… feels warm.”

Wanda leans down and kisses the top of your head. “Good girl.”

And you fall asleep just like that—wrapped in praise, belly full, Wanda’s arms around you, and the soft echo of mine still ringing through your little bones.

[silliestlittledemon]

can i get cg! aziraphale & crowley hcs with young kiddo! age[d]re reader insert? /nf 💫tiny ruby

Crowley and Aziraphale caregiver headcanons!

Hey! Ofcourse you can!:3 I hope you like these! Also im very little and veryyyy tired at the moment, so sorry if any of this is worded or spelled weird :3

• When you tell them you're an age regressor, Aziraphale immediately asked if you wanted them to take care of you.

• Aziraphale already knew what age regression meant when you explained it to him, he's a smart angel. Crowley didn’t know but he could get a grasp on the concept and would try very hard for you to understand it.

• Literally always there for you when you need it. They're always able to make time free when it comes to you.

Random headcanons ✨️

• They would 'co-parent' you very well, Aziraphale can't handle running after a very hyper little you all day? Crowley would gladly! Crowley unable to read a single word from the book you asked him to read? Aziraphale's here for that! :3

• Crowley insists on dressing you. He claims Aziraphale makes you look too 'boring'. And Crowley makes you look 'the coolest!'. :3

• Crowley needs to keep scolding Aziraphale for spoiling you... don't go hard on the angel he cant help it.

• Aziraphale enjoys teaching you educational things when you're little, like colors, shapes amd numbers! :D Crowley likes to teach you how to commit tax fraud.

• Both are so so so very protective of you. They definitely give scary 'dads' privileges.

• Crowley's favorite nickname for you is 'His little angel', Aziraphale's favorite nickname for you is 'His little demon'. <3

• Aziraphale has to lock away all the sweets from you AND Crowley. Just because he knows Crowley would give in and let you have all the sweets you want the second you give him a puppy eyed look.

Thats all! Can I hear a wahoo? 😎 Im sorry I had to say it I love Crowley way too much. Yay im back! Sorry for not posting for a few days but I went on a really fun school trip to Amsterdam last friday and just needed a bit of recover time from that! :) But yeah it was really fun though! We visited the NEMO science museum and I got to play with water all day :3 Okay my little rant is over, night night everyone 😇🍎🐍

Any k!nk or f3t!sh content DNI!!!

[starrieangel]

🩷Mouthwashing Age Regression AU Pt. 1🧸

Part 1/3: Kiddo Regressor Curly ♡

Other Parts: Anya, Jimmy

Features: Little! Curly x CG! Reader

Tags: Fluff, Age Regression, Earth AU

Curly

Curly likes to regress whenever life just gets too much. Whenever work gets hard, he'll grit his teeth and hold himself together as long as he can, but the second he gets home from his shift he goes into kiddo headspace ♡

Curly regresses to ages 5-9, the worse day he's had the younger he is.

Curly likes to call his carer (you♡) Mama most often, but if he reallyy wants to tug your heart strings he'll pout a little bit and go “Mommyyy” (or if ur a British Curly believer MUMMY)

“Can we watch one more movie before bed? Pleaseee, Mama?” ♡

You always call him sweetie, angel, darling, but when he's little he's also your special boy, your baby bear ♡

“What a nice drawing! This is going on the fridge, I'm so proud of you baby boy!” ♡ It’s even easier to make him blush when he's small~

He doesn't need or own a whole lot of agere gear, not even very many plushies or toys. When regressed, he's mostly just focused on being comfy. His favorite things when he is regressed is a teddy bear he's had since he was really young, and his favorite blankie ♡

If you're a crafty person, he really likes when you knit/crochet/quilt/sew him things like blankies, socks, etc. They're so much more special because they're from you!

He's a very calm and quiet person normally, and he is equally so when regressed. He just wants to be cozy and quiet, wrapped in his blankets and watching cartoons or videos with his mommy nearby ♡

He likes to watch videos about science, especially about space or about animals. He just zones out and lets his brain relax.

(He specifically likes the Too Cute! Series by Animal Planet, which I recommend to any littles reading ~ Like he just wants to go to such a positive and cozy place!!) You tell him he's the one that's Too Cute and he turns bright pink and hides in his blankies before giggling and going "Thanks, Mama" :)

He doesn't really play pretend or with any toys, but he LOVES coloring. He loves getting new coloring books, crayons, or markers. He'll make colorings just for you (so you can praise him... please praise him, he really loves it ♡)

He literally just wants to be taken care of by you; please pour his juice for him and brush his hair and tuck him in and read him a story and pet his hair til he falls asleep ♡♡

If he was ever regressed in public (not likely bc he is very private with his regression) but if he was, he would follow you around like a puppy, always leaning his head on top of your shoulder/resting his chin on top of your head while he wraps his arms around you, or link your pinkies together so he doesn't get lost ♡

Tl;dr: He is just the sleepiest, sweetest baby boy ♡

Hope you enjoyed! Leave a rb if you enjoyed or comment what you think! ♡♡

[justalilecho]

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[agere-fics]

Doctor Papa

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

pairing: caregiver!papa!bruce banner x regressor!little!reader

characters: uncle thor, bruce banner, reader, mentions of: steve, bucky, sam, and tony stark.

summary: you have to get MRIs done but you're nervous. thank goodness, papa knows how to cheer you up.

word count: 1,751

content warnings: MRIs, hospital gown, reader is written like they're a child's height, no mention of a particular chronic illness, please tell me if i'm missing anything

author's note: tadaa!! all done! this is the most i've written for a one shot! very proud of myself. also, this is inspired by me having to get MRIs done recently ajfhs

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Sometimes stuff we've done lots of times can still seem scary; which is annoying because who wants to feel anxious about the same exact thing over and over again?

You have to get these scans done by tomorrow. With every heart of your being, you wished that wasn't true but your previous scans were too old.

UGH!

Luckily, your papa had a trick up his sleeve.

He told you to stay here, in this gigantic, empty, white walled room. It was utterly boring, there were no paintings or statues or anything. Not even toys! Well, okay, you had your Mr. Rainy Day Bear but still... At least there were floor to ceiling windows- OH, and a skylight, too. Those were always nice.

While you waited for Bruce to come back, you watched what went on outside. There was Tony using his latest invention to attempt to lift Uncle Thor’s hammer. Tony still had no idea that it couldn't possibly work! How silly of him.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve stood in a far apart triangle. They were tossing around the Captain America shield like a Frisbee, guffawing, and yelling things that were joyously incomprehensible. It looked like lots of fun. Definitely more fun than MRIs. Maybe, they would let you join in later.

The double doors of the empty room swung open and papa’s humongous green form entered.

“Okayyy, love bug, I've grabbed all the cardboard pieces from recycling that weren't gross.” He grimaced thinking about the black, moldy gunk that spoiled some previously useful parts. He shrunk back down to Bruce Banner size after dumping the cardboard into a large pile. “We should have enough for our little art project.”

“Art project?” You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were lit up with stars of joy this time, instead of meteor shower anxiety.

The idea was to make a cardboard MRI machine. Having an art project to focus on would comfort and reassure you about the process you would go through tomorrow. If he could make it fun, your anxiety wouldn't be so bad.

“I’ve seen the machine before, papa, I can make the bestest one yet!” You hopped on your toes, giddy with tight, flapping fists.

“I grabbed your sticker books and some paint, too-”

“OH YAY, THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

Mission accomplished. Anxiety gone, replaced with magical cure Art Project™. Bruce smirked to himself.

You laid down on a tall, square cardboard piece. Bruce traced your form with a sharpie as you giggled. Once you had the correct length, you both began cutting a rectangular piece and put that piece on a metal cart with wheels.

Then, you cut out half circle pieces and hot glued them all together until it made one large 4D sphere with a hole in the middle like a donut.

At one point, the glue burned you but Papa Bruce fixed it right up and stopped the booboo pain with a cure-all kiss.

Your cardboard MRI machine may look done to outsiders but it wasn't even close. It was missing the most important part of all: the stickers! There were heart stickers, stickers with dolphins, rainbow stickers, puppy stickers, stickers that had Mr. Hulk and Papa on them, too! There were even stickers of Stevey, Bucky, Iron Man, and Uncle Thor! Papa said for your birthday he'd make stickers with you on them, too.

You also painted squiggles, polka dots, lines, circles, triangles, kitty cats, and zig zags. All of them in your most favoritest color.

“There!” You stood proudly, hands on your hips. “Now, it's very, very pretty, papa.”

Papa gave you a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to practice?”

You blinked and sighed. Defeat warping your mood. “Yeah...”

Papa spun away, put a doctor's coat on, and then turned back, holding a clipboard. “Alright, are you the caregiver for Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

“Yeah, papa.” You lightened up a little bit.

“Papa? No, I'm Doctor Doctor. Who's papa?”

“You're papaaa!” You pointed at him.

“Okay, okay I'm Doctor Papa.” He repeated, “Are you the caregiver of Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

You tilted your chin up and did a faux British accent. “Why, yes, sir. He's feeling very, very bad and needs a scan.”

“Ah, yes, I see that on his chart, Caregiver.” He flipped through the scribbled pages on the clipboard. “Let's have. Mr. Bear lay down on the table with his head on the pillow.” Bruce gestured with his hand.

You laid your stuffie down on the pretend bed, placing Mr. Bear’s head gently on the pillow. You patted his hand for good measure.

Doctor Papa put ear plugs into the bear's ears and placed cushy pink headphones on him. The headphones had cat ears on them. Papa raised his voice a little, “Mr. Rainy Day Bear, what kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“Doctor Papa, Mr. Bear is nonverbal.” you said matter of factly. You raised your pointer finger to the sky. “I’ll answer for him. He likes The Wiggles, Papa- I mean Doctor Papa.”

“Alrighty then, The Wiggles album coming right up.” Bruce pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found the right music. “Wiggles rave?”

You nodded, then kissed the tippity top of Rainy Day’s head. “You'll be okay, Mr. Bear.”

Bruce began to push the cardboard bed into the donut sphere. You took a big, big deep breath in.

“BRRRR BEEEP AGHHHH RRRRR DNNNN-”

That breath was immediately released back into the atmosphere. “PAPAAA!” You clutched your chest, laughing so hard your legs felt weak.

Doctor Papa continued, “DRRRRR EEEEEE EHHHHHH MRRRRRR!”

You were rolling on the floor, tears leaving your eyes. How silly of your papa!

“BRRRRRrrrrrr….” Papa rolled the cardboard bed out of the donut. “How are you feeling Mr. Bear?”

“Papa, he can't hear you!”

Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah, right.” He removed the headphones and then the earplugs. “How is the fantastic Mr. Bear?”

You lifted Mr. Bear’s paws and had him sign to Bruce, ‘I am okay.’

“Perfect! Let's take a look at your scans here…” Papa turned around and scribbled quickly on the paper. When he faced you again, he showed you the scan. It was a poorly constructed scribble of Mr. Rainy Day Bear with a big, biiiiiiiig, heart right in the middle. “I knew it, Lots-Of-Love-itis.”

You unburied the British accent. “Quite good, sir. Well done, Mr. Bear.” You placed a hulk sticker on his paw and hugged him tightly.

Papa kneeled down and asked, “Do you want to practice with you this time?”

You gave it a thought, looking this way and that. “Hmmm, will you make the funny noises again?”

“BEEEEP BRRR-”

“Not right now, Papa!” You shouted with a smile.

“Oh, during the practice?” He waited for you to finish rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay…” You breathed in, out, in, and out slowly. “Let's practice, Doctor Papa.”

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“Big day, lille venn.” Uncle Thor said as he helped tie the back of your hospital gown. He double knotted the strings behind your neck and then the ones by your hip. “There you are. All set.”

You frowned at that, looking at Thor with big, watery eyes. “Not all set.”

“It'll be okay.” His hands (placed on your shoulders) turned you to face him. “Remember your breathing?”

“Mhm.”

“Let's do it together.” He raised his left hand as you did the same. “Climb Yggdrasil, breathe in.”

You traced up your pointer finger.

“Let's sit at the very top, hold your breath.”

You paused at the tip of your finger.

“Slide down the Yggdrasil branches, breathe out.”

You traced down your pointer finger.

Uncle Thor had you repeat that four more times, until the tears dried and the anxiety flowed further away.

“Very good, great job. Let's go see Papa.” He held your hand as he walked you towards the scary room. Worse than the boring room from yesterday.

You turned the corner and there was Papa at the computer. “Hey there! The computer’s prepped and waiting for you, little one.”

You looked at Papa, then Uncle Thor, and then Papa again. “Okay… I'm ready.”

Papa led you to the metal bed. It was rectangular and thin. A sheet was laid out on it so you wouldn't get super cold. There was a thick pillow on the end that had your favorite kitty cat pillowcase on it, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards.

Papa pressed an arrow down bottom next to the donut sphere that brought the bed down to your level. He held your hand as you hopped on and then helped position you onto the center. He guided you through a big, deep breath so that your body was as comfortable on the table as can be instead of tense.

Next came pink headphones with cutesy kitty ears on them and plain boring ear plugs so that your hearing wasn't hurt from the loud noises. Papa already set up your favorite kind of music so when the headphones were placed on you, it was already playing. Bruce furrowed his brow in question, moving his thumb up and down. You replied with a thumbs up. You were ready.

Bruce handed you a panic button to hold just in case and laid a blanket over you to keep you warm. Papa kissed the top of your head and left the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

BBRRRRRRR

‘It's okay. I'm okay.’

BEEEEEEPPP

‘Woohoo, I'm doing awesome!’

REEEEHHHHHH

‘This is boring, it's got to have been a bajillion minutes by now.’

After ten years (minutes), the machine stopped and Papa walked back into the room. He gave you a high five and bunches of praises that you only heard some of because of all the ear protectors. But you could tell by his facial expressions that he was so very proud of you.

He pressed the arrow down button again and the bed began moving to an easier height. You removed the headphones and earplugs yourself, you felt like such a big kid (in the best way)!

You stretched this way and that while making funny noises which made you abrupt into hearty giggles.

Bruce held your hand as you jumped down. Next thing you knew, he was hugging you tightly, picking you up, and spinning you around and around!

“I'm so very, very proud of you, bumble bee!”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa!”

♡