#steve rogers age regression

[buckys-little-belle]

Im scared to but my first Barbie, but I really want one! Sooooo bad. Can you maybe write Steve and Bucky meeting a she/her reader in the Barbie spot in a store and being nice to her? Maybe buying her a Barbie and some clothes? And they are just nice?

Barbie Aisle Buddies

Stucky x Shy!Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns Used)

Warnings - The reader is generally a worry wart so she has a bit of 'panic' and worry during this fic, it gets resolved by the end and fluff ensues after her worry.

Notes - I honestly pulled inspiration from a fic I had written a while ago about a shy reader in a toy aisle, so I hope it's okay that I made the ready shy. This is also pretty short! But also so cute!!! Also I know it can be scary going to a store and buying toys but I promise you it's okay! I have bought so many Barbies and Barbie toys like clothes, and I described a Barbie I own in this story! Don't let worry eat you up, go buy the Barbie! Trust me when I tell you it's worth the worry, having fun dolls that I get to play with and dress up is so fun and I don't regret getting them! You only live once bubba, don't let the worry get you down for too long! I hope you get a Barbie soon!!! <3

SFW - Keep all interactions with the post, and this blog, SFW!

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Y/n had been hyping herself up for a month now. Twenty dollars in her pocket, and a determined state of mind were all she had as she walked up and down the Barbie aisle of her local grocery store. It was a small selection of dolls, yet so overwhelming at the same time.

Some dolls had different jobs, chef, doctor, fashion designer. Others had fancy outfits or animal sidekicks. It was hard to pick just one doll, but seeing as she only had enough money for one doll, she knew she had to pick just one.

"Hello." A man's voice broke through her overthinking, a man stood just a few feet away, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, some worn out sneakers on his feet. He looked familiar, though Y/n couldn't place just where she had seen him before. "I'm Steve." He smiled, turning to look at the same shelf she had her eyes on previously. "It's hard to pick one, isn't it?"

"Um." Y/n panicked, trying to remember the excuse she had made up regarding why she was in this aisle. Did she land on 'getting a toy for a friend's kid' or 'I have a birthday party to attend'?

"Steve!" Another man's voice called out. This time a man dressed all in black, combat boots and gloves included, planted himself a few feet away. "Hi there, Doll." He smiled, Y/n couldn't help but smile back, the man's charm winning her over. "Which one do you have your eye on?" He asked as he scanned the shelves, hands crossed over his chest, looking at the plethora of choices like he too was thinking about getting one.

"Oh, I'm not, I'm just, you know, a, I don't, I." Y/n began stuttering, trying to get out an excuse, any excuse, to make them believe she wasn't buying a Barbie doll for herself.

"Dolls don't have an age, Doll." The man without a name chuckled. "If you're looking for a Barbie to play with I would suggest one that comes with a few items." He began pointing to a few sets she had looked at, but sets that were over her budget.

"I like this one." Y/n quickly grabbed a doll she had her eye on. She was a chef and came with a pan and what looked to be a fried egg. She had a chefs hat and coat, and looked fun enough, but the biggest pull was it was the only doll with accessories that was in her price range.

"She'll need some everyday clothes." Steve squatted down to a lower shelf, rummaging through some small containers for a set of clothes.

"I can't, I just. This is all I can get." Y/n smiled with a hint of self conciseness. Admitting you didn't have a lot of Barbie money to strangers wasn't the end all be all, but at the same time it still felt extremely venerable.

"Well, Doll." The unnamed man with a smile full of charm spoke again. "It's your lucky day then." He pulled the cart Steve must have brought closer to the shelf. "Pick whatever you want."

"What?" Y/n shook her head taking a step back, confused as to what he meant.

Steve was the one to speak up this time. "You don't know who we are, I'm guessing." His smile was softer, more gentle. "I was formally known as Captain America." The truth felt like a weight had been lifted off Y/n's shoulders, her happy to know that she wasn't crazy for thinking he looked familiar.

"And I'm his sidekick, Bucky Barnes, formally known as The Winter Soldier." Mr Unnamed added on.

"Oh." Y/n nodded her head, taking in the two men, even more confused as to why they were wasting their time in a local stores Barbie aisle with her. "Sorry for bothering you."

Y/n was ready to dash with her doll, worried that the super soldiers she just met would grow tired of her quiet demeanor. "Doll." Bucky called out, his voice commanding yet it still had a joking tone to it. "Come back here and pick at least four things."

"Buck." Steve whispered loudly.

"Steve." Bucky said back, his tone condescending. "Doll, please let us but you some dolls. It would make our day." She still hadn't turned around and had half a heart to run, yet for some reason she turned around and took a good look at the shelf.

There really were some sets she'd love to have, like the farmers market stand and a little dog set, and Steve was right, her doll needed everyday clothes. "You won't make fun of me?" She asked, worry surrounding each word.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Steve put his hand over his heart, an action that made her giggle.

"I'm Y/n." She finally gave them her name, a small smile breaking past her worried expression.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/n." Bucky and Steve said at the same time, the three of them laughing.

"Which outfit do you think your doll would look best in?" Steve held out a few options, letting Y/n ponder over them as Bucky tried to convince her to pick the Barbie camper as one of her choices, as if she had a spot for such a big play set.

"I like this one." She pointed to a package that help a blue dress, pick shirt, and jean skirt. The shoes were cute too, and she got excited at the idea of dressing her doll in the outfit.

So there they all stood, Steve and Bucky trying to convince Y/n to get super expensive things, and Y/n trying to figure out how she got so lucky to have two super soldiers worrying over her new doll collection.

[tinylilacbun]

ohhh could i please request super soldiers little angels au where reader is in babyspace while peter is regressed maybe to around 4 or 5 so steve & bucky teach him how to take care of reader and be a good big brother🥺💕

Pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader x little!peter

Warnings: age regression

The Super Soldiers little Angels AU Masterlist

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Steve was bouncing you around in the kitchen while Peter and Bucky were already sitting at the table eating their breakfast. Whenever he tried to set you down you would start whining instantly and demanding to be held again.

Steve and Bucky exchanged glances and both knew you were in a smaller headspace today given your current behavior.

Peter stopped shoveling pancakes in his mouth to see how you were sucking mindlessly on your paci, your eyes dropping close here and there.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, buddy?" Bucky stopped looking through the newspaper to give him his full attention.

"Is bunny otay?" he asked pointing at you and Steve.

"Bunny is in babyspace today. You know what that means?" Bucky asked him and Peter nodded his head quickly.

"She baby?"

"Correct, she's feeling a lot smaller than usual and that means you have to be more careful with her today. Dada and I are gonna show you how to take care of her, okay?" he explained and took you from Steve's arms, moving you so you're facing Peter.

You babbled happily and made grabby hands for your Petie. As your daddies were talking with each other Peter made it his mission to entertain you, doing funny faces or letting you play with his hands.

"We have to go grocery shopping soon." Steve reminded his husband, closing the fridge with a sigh. "Oh, and I-"

Both caregivers attention got drawn to you and Peter when they heard him yelp, seeing you pulling on his hair slightly.

"Ow ow ow! daddy help!" he winced and Bucky de-tangled your hand from the poor boys hair.

"No pulling, Doll." he chided you, making you flat your hand and pat Peter's head gently a few times.

"Can we go pway now?" Peter asked, his breakfast already finished.

"Sure, buddy, but remember to be gentle with her."

He nodded and got up from his chair to pick you up from Bucky's lap, carrying you to your guys playroom.

Throughout the day Peter was determined to look after you, carrying you everywhere, talking with you even though he sometimes doesn't understand your babbling.

Sometime around lunch you were both watching inside out in the living room, cuddling on the couch. You were laying between Peter's legs with your back against his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you snugly.

Steve and Bucky had just finished making you both some lunch, small cut sandwiches with some fruits for Peter and for you a bottle since you're too little today for solid food.

They entered the living room, completely in awe at the sight of you both snuggling peacefully.

"Time for lunch." Steve announced in a quiet voice, not wanting to disrupt the current atmosphere as he and Bucky approached.

Peter perked up at that, smiling. "Can I feed bunny?"

"Sure. If you don't forget to eat yourself you can hold the bottle for her." Bucky smiled, handing him the bottle as Steve placed Peter's plate on the armrest beside him.

Peter adjusted you a little, pulling your paci out of your mouth and quickly putting the rubber of the bottle between your lips before you could protest. Steve corrected the way he held the bottle for you, raising the boy's hand a little so the bottle is tilted upwards. As you began to suckle he started eating as well, focusing back on the tv.

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[pubbiee]

☆ cg! steve rogers moodboard

“ i’m with you 'til the end of the line ! “

– requested by: self induglent for myself, not requested!

- with themes of: music, dad activities, writing, affection, etc

[softspace-fics]

Hiiiiii I just read your new loki fic with a disabled little and I was amazing to read especially when it's relatable like that I have a bad relationship with my health 😅

If your comfortable with it I really feel that a stucky x disabled little would be a perfect match cuz bucky is disabled (just in a cooler way with the vibranium arm) and iv been reading how you write bucky and Steve and they just want what's best for they're little so I need to read them helping the reader be more comfortable with they're disability.

You can ignore this but I just wanna say I love your blog and I hope your having a great day

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Hurts.

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - hiii! I am so sorry your request took a little bit because I wanted to make it similar yet different to my story "It's hard." because everyone's experience with pain and why they don't feel comfortable with others when in pain, or for why they have bad relationship with their health is completely different. I wish I could include everyone in each post, and if you'd like to share your story with me I'd love to know, your never alone in your battles. If you have any feed back please let me know!

Warnings⚠️: mentions of rough family life, parents saying meds should fix the pain, ignorance of how pain affects someone, negative regression, mentions of bucky in hydra but nothing significant, please let me know if I missed anything!!

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader

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Bucky understood what it was like to be in unbearable pain, feeling like your entire body was being ripped to shreds. He had been stuck being experimented on for how long? When he told Steve about how he felt on a daily basis even after not being experimented on for a while, Steve did his best to learn how to help him out when the pain just made it unbearable.

This meant that steve tried hard to figure out the best ways to help anyone who was in severe amounts of pain. He tried epsom salts, different type of ointments, mental care, anything he possibly could think about to make bucky comfortable. 

So when they met you, you didn’t seem out of the ordinary for them, to them you were seen as such sweet person and you were pretty confident. When people would talk to you, you helped them out if you could, or were polite in saying you couldn’t. 

You had originally met the two in a library when Steve and Bucky were looking for different types of books to try and learn more about the world today. You were trying to reach for the book on the highest shelf, and pain was shooting through every fiber in your body. You were exhausted and uncomfortable when you saw Steve's shadow behind you and got spooked. You jumped and nearly fell over from moving too quickly off your tippy toes. He gently grabbed your arm to stabilize you before smiling at you and apologizing for scaring you.

He asked if you needed help with getting the book off the shelf and you quietly said yes. It was one of your favorite childhood books, you read them sometimes when you regress, although  he didn’t need to know that. You felt bad making him do it for you, even though he asked. You know it wasn’t anything significant but you had never been able to accept help. 

Your family barely paid any attention to your pain, you were thrown on meds that did nothing when you were a kid and they stopped caring. Everytime you said something you always got “Well, did you take your meds?” “Your meds worked yesterday, don’t lie to me” Meds this, meds that. It got to the point you stopped taking meds and never asked your parents for help with your pain. 

When you were able to finally get into doctor offices by yourself you got meds that helped somewhat, but you still never felt as if you could rely on anyone else to help with your aches and how you felt on the inside. You had meds which meant that you should be fine and learn to deal with the pain on your own. Right?

You had seen the duo in the bookstore quite often after the first interaction, learning they were together and they were shocked when you told them you had no clue who “captain America” or the “winter soldier” was. You never really payed attention to the world outside of your bubble, you couldn’t relate to a lot of people so you shut off a lot of the outside. 

Eventually they asked you out, and from then on is history. But something you still hadn’t told them about was the chronic pain, and the regression that came from it. You had times where getting out of bed was the worst idea ever, showering was beyond out of the question, and regression was the only option your brain had.

You’d regress young enough that you could toddle and make it from point A to point B, but past that you had no survival when you were in so much agony. This means there became times you didn’t eat for hours, you’d sleep longer than you should, and there would be times you didnt respond for hours to anyone.

Bucky and Steve got super worried on days you never replied, they tried to let you have your space, thinking that it was something that you just did, but when you didnt show up for a date at their place, they ran over, thoughts racing.

They knocked on your door which woke you up, but you had no energy to attempt in getting up. Not knowing it was them, you assumed it was a package and tried to go back to sleep when they knocked louder.

Steve continued to knock while bucky prayed that you had left a key outside to your apartment incase you lost yours. He looked under a brick and practically ran to get your door open. Thank god that he remembered people put keys under rocks.

When they got in the apartment, the quickly rushed to find you. Scanning and worridly running around.

“Y/N??” Steve shouts, checking the bathroom.

“Sweetheart?!” Bucky yells as he opens the door to your room, where he finds you crumpled in pain, your room darker than a cave.

“Please, stop screaming.” You mumble quietly, you clutch your stuffie to your chest, your regression starting to set in after being brutally awaken.

Bucky quickly comes and sits by your side, helping to pull the blanket away from your face, looking at you with complete and utter concern.

Steve eventually comes in with some things in his hands, bucky looks at him puzzled before connecting the dots.

See, Bucky found you, but Steve found your regression and safe room. Where you had soft toys and padding everywhere. It was something you had filled with everything that you could need for when your regressed, and when it hurt too much to move.

The two knew what age-regressors were from tony, seeing as him and Stephen were the proud caregivers of Peter and Wanda. So when Steve saw your pacifier and heating pads, and anything else that might help, he grabbed it all.

“Baby, can you tell us whats wrong?” Bucky softly asks, tucking your hair behind your ear, Softly rubbing your thigh with his thumb.

“Hurts.” you mumble out softly, you slowly flip over, and bury your face into bucky's stomach. His scent fills your lungs, and he slowly starts to rub your back, holding you closely. 

Steve comes up behind Bucky, his face contorted to a face of his own pain. He hated seeing you so upset, and seeing you were trying to fend for yourself, by yourself, hurt him.

“Do you want your pacifier darling?” Steve gently asks, he wasn’t sure if you knew he had found your room, and wasn’t wanting to freak you out.

Hearing him ask that question, you looked up from bucks embrace with pure terror. How did he find it? Why was he so calm about it?

Bucky softly cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead before pulling you back into his embrace, rubbing small circles on your back before he speaks calmingly.

“Doll, we know about regression or age-dreaming, there's nothing to be afraid of, we promise.”

You relax into his hold before slowly nodding. Steve hands you your paci and you slide it between your lips and just rest against bucky, the pain minorly subsiding with the extra pressure of his hug.

“Baby, I know that the pain can be hard to handle, but you don't have to go this alone, you'll never be alone now that we're here. Whatever we can do, we want to do it. Please never feel as if you have to fight this battle alone.” Bucky manages to barely whisper out, fighting his own emotions.

Your tears begin to fall, hearing words you've never heard before. You’ve had to fight by yourself for so long, that maybe them knowing wasn't for the worst.

“Your not alone anymore, never alone. We're with you now. The pain doesn't have to be suffering anymore, let us help.” Steve sits next to you and buck, rubbing your back and leaving little kisses on your head.

You slowly nod, wanting someone to be there, maybe this time, you'll be able to accept the help. The right help.

[darlingdespairstims]

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CG ! Steve Rogers Stimboard

Request for myself

Note : went with a more "vintage" esk theme

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[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: Dada!Steve x Daddy!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 easy.

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'd hurt, and that's when you'd whine to Stevie that "ow it hurt!! dada whyyy!!?" 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 became grey, then black but you didn't mind. It was so calming, this rest your eyelids have found.

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

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

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 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, sunflower."

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[little-saw]

🪶 tickle me pink ! steve rogers x bucky barnes tickle ficlet !

uhmmm.. totally not self-indulgent between me and my boyfriend. Ahem,, stucky tword fic cause Steve deserves to be wrecked by the one he missed so dearly, and Bucky deserves to touch someone in a way that isn't meant to harm them.

Warnings : mentions of trauma , unhealed bucky barnes , ALOT of yearning , tickle fic obviously.

Word count : 1025 words

Spring arrived in a beautiful burst, tiny buds on tree branches opened into young green leaves, adding color to the city.

Flowers bloomed from the melted soil, their pinks and purples warming Steve's heart. Many of the Avengers no longer appreciated the small things, not the way he did.

Stark Tower was quiet, Tony and Nat had taken the day to themselves and went for coffee, Thor was finishing up buisness with his father on Asgard, Clint was visiting his family, and Bruce was still in the labs, still working on a way to reverse the Hulk's effects.

Leaving Steve and Bucky alone in the far too modern skyscraper. To make it less unnerving, Steve spent a considerable amount of time refurnishing his room.

He covered the walls in a sage green wallpaper and added an old-fashioned armchair into the corner of his room. Countless shelves held knickknacks and collectibles: cans, bottles, vinyls, you name it, Steve had it.

Paintings and drawings littered the walls and floor, Steve was never good at organizing, Bucky was the one that did that for him. Without him over these years, his room fell into a cluttered mess.

But nothing felt like home until Bucky was back. His other piece, his Bucky, was home... that was the missing piece. Not an armchair or a blanket, but Buck.

That's why, in moments like these, since the war to get his favorite person back, Steve felt the safest.

A spring breeze blew through the propped open window, and the greenery below made Steve smile. But he smiled wider at Bucky in the corner of his room, reading The Hobbit. Steve had suggested it, hoping it would help Bucky's memory return.

Bucky's dark hair framed his face, and his blue eyes darted back and forth as he read. Steve sat back on the bed, returning to his sketching. He drew Bucky's relaxed position loosely, taking far too many glances for an average friend.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, looking up from his book to Steve.

"Why do you keep staring?" He added on.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Sketching," Steve replied, then changed the subject. "How's the book?"

Bucky's eyes squinted suspiciously, and he raised an eyebrow. "Good..."

He sat up, and Steve felt like that scrawny kid in Brooklyn again, embarrassed as he closed his notebook. He'd drawn Bucky, and Bucky wanted to see it, starting a battle Bucky always won all those years ago.

"Let me see." Bucky demanded, and Steve shook his head, heart pounding and face warming.

"No- HEY!" Before Steve could process, Bucky leaped on him. He squirmed, but it was no use; he was pinned.

Steve looked at Bucky, glancing at his clawed metal fingers. He tried freeing his wrists, pinned beneath Bucky's flesh hand, but they didn't budge.

"Cmon buddy.." Steve whined. "This is ridiculous." Bucky didn't respond.

He watched as Bucky's hand reached for the notebook. His metal fingers brushed Steve's side, earning a small squeak. Bucky glanced back, and Steve's face involuntarily turned red. He giggled nervously, and Bucky poked him again. The same noise fell from Steve's mouth.

"Quit it..." Steve grumbled, watching Bucky's face curl into a smile. He pathetically tried to fight, though it was a somewhat faux attempt. He had craved any form of physical touch from Bucky since the last time they held hands a couple of weeks ago. But obviously, this was much more than he anticipated.

He tried to push Bucky off with his leg but failed miserably. His eyes darted back up at him, and the fingers that were ever so slowly approaching in meticulous wiggling motions. This was bad.

He shrunk in on himself, curling his neck in and scrunching up his nose. He couldn't help but giggle already. Phantom tingles fell over his body.

"Wow, Steve," Bucky said, a smile across his face. Steve missed that smile so much. "I'm not even touching you." His fingers continued to hover over his belly, and before Steve could come up with some retort, Bucky pounced.

His metal fingers dug into his belly, and Steve immediately caved in on himself. Bubbling laughter erupted from his throat, and he kicked his feet like a child.

"Buhucky- wahaIT-" His voice got much higher as Bucky switched to squeezing his sides, gentle little motions that had him squealing and shaking his head.

"Does it tickle?" Bucky asked, a shit-eating grin across his face while he spidered his cool metal hand over his sides. Steve's laughter fell silent for a moment before he wheezed and tried to speak between cackles.

"YehHES- IHIHit TihiCKles- BuhUCK!-" Bucky continued his assault, poking his belly all over, one poke near the top, one poke near his hip, one poke on his side, and finally... one in his belly button.

"WAHAHait-! WAHAIT! PLEHEase-!!" Tears of laughter prickled Steve's eyes; he couldn't think. His mind was spinning in a soup of GET AWAY!! and GET CLOSER!!

Bucky smiled. "Tickle tickle Stevie~" he teased, his own cheeks warming. This did Steve in.

He gave up, laughing frantically and shaking his head. "NOHOHO- OhOokay! OKAHAY! I cAHAHNT! I TAHAP OhohOUT! Lohook at ihit.." Bucky's hand smoothed, and he gently patted his belly.

Bucky got off Steve and smiled as Steve tried to catch his breath in small pants and whines. He took up the notebook and opened it, finding the messy sketch; his heart swelled.

"Me?" he asked and turned back to Steve; he chuckled and fixed his hair for him. Steve nodded. His brain still mush after nearly being tickled to death.

"Yeah- I drew you alohot.." He said, small giggles still bubbling out of his throat. "Back in the day.."

Bucky stared at him, craving to know what "back in the day" looked like, felt like. He watched Steve breathe, and his heart ached.

"It's nice," he said, referencing the drawing. And then slowly shuffled off the bed. "Would you.." He hesitated. "Tell me what 'back in the day' was like?"

He was unsure, but Steve's eyes lit up, as if his world was complete.

"Yes." He said, nodding quickly and sitting up. "Yes, I would love to."

[beah388love]

Marvel Masterlist

🧡= Little!Reader Fics

💛= My Fav Fics

* = Smut/Nsfw

Bucky Barnes

< Emotional >

- summary: Your emotional because of your period and Bucky comforts you

< Night hallucinations > 💛

- Summary: Bucky’s little wakes up alone and has a night hallucination whilst buckys in a meeting

< Hide and seek >

- Summary: Bucky has a mission so Tony looks after you and he loses you…

< Silent Treatment >

- Summary: You give Bucky the Silent Treatment…

< So soft… >

- Summary: your thighs are buckys weakness

< No More Pain? >

- summary: you have healing powers…

< Insecurities >

- summary: you’re insecure and Bucky reminds you how beautiful you are.

< Beach day took a turn >

- summary: Beach day took a turn and you got hurt…

Steve Rogers

< Language! >

- summary: Sam and buck accidentally teach you some new words…

< Promise? >

- summary: Steve accidentally scares you

< Never scare me like that again >

- summary: Steve’s been accidentally ignoring you

Tony Stark

< Meanie >

- Summary: One of Tony’s men is mean to you

Thor Odinson

< Too quiet…? >

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

< Concussion >

- summary:

Loki Laufeyson

< Bad Daddy… >

- Summary: you have a bad nightmare about loki…

< You get Lost… >

- summary: you get lost…

< Night Terrors >

- summary:

Peter Parker

< Arachnophobia >

- summary: you have arachnophobia…

Sam Wilson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

< Green Daddy? >

- summary: Bruce turns into hulk….

Peter Quill

< Teething >

- summary: you are teething…

< I don’t feel good… >

- summary: you get stung by an unknown plant

Stucky

Avengers

< Bird-Fairy! >

- summary: you make Sam fairy wings!

[littlespacereader]

Nb reader had beginning to have accidents so Steve Rogers comeforts them and helped them clean up

Such an adorable concept! I haven’t written for Steve Rogers in such a long time so when I first tackled this I had a bit of writers block. Thankfully I reworked it a bit and I think it came out so cute!! I really hope you enjoy this! Thank you for the request!

Summer in Brooklyn☀️🍼

Caregiver! Steve Rogers & GN! Little Reader (SFW!)

Tags - Summertime fun, bathing suits & sprinklers, Bucky & Sam mentioned, accident, pull-ups, forehead kisses, cuddles and hugs

It’s a warm summer day in Brooklyn! Finally the weather matched the season and everyone on the block was outside having fun!

The same could be said for Steve and Y/N who played together in their small backyard. Steve sat on a lawn chair watching Y/N run up and down through the sprinkler Bucky had brought a day prior.

It has become an afternoon routine of Steve and Y/N’s to get changed into their bathing suits and play a little game of tag around the backyard while the sprinkler sprayed them.

Today was an especially hot day in their small backyard. To make sure his little one didn’t get a heat stroke, Steve made sure they had plenty of juice and some ice pops here and there to counteract the crazy temperatures.

As the day went on, he could see his little one start to get more and more tired. There was nothing like a nap after playing in the water all day.

“Alright Y/N, let’s head in.” Steve stood up.

“Nooooooooowwwwaaaa.” Y/N whined behind him as he turned off the hose to the sprinkler. They were currently sitting in a puddle, playing with their zoo animal figures, splashing then into the puddle below.

“We’ll play tomorrow I promise. It’s just getting late and I need to get started on some dinner.” Steve explained, without the added part of a nap. That would come later.

Y/N sighed but nodded their head as the stoop up and walked over to Steve. But there was just one problem…there were no towels outside.

“Huh? Guess Papa forgot the towels upstairs.” Steve said more to himself than Y/N.

Y/N was holding their arms close. Being out of the sun and soaking wet was making them start to shiver. “Cold Papa.” They said softly,

“Here,” Steve took his shirt off and placed it over their head. Because of his tall stature the shirt was almost like a dress on Y/N. “There you go.” Steve smiled, “That will keep you warm till I grab the towel.”

While it wasn’t the warmest, Y/N wrapped their arms around the shirt and smiled. They always loved when they got a piece of clothing from their Cg. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Now let’s go inside and get some towels.” Hand in hand, Steve and Y/N stepped back into the house.

Steve wasn’t wet at all. After sitting in the sun he had dried out. Y/N on the other hand was still wet head to toe. Steve had Y/N stand on a mar by the back door.

“Here sweetheart, you stay here so we’re not tracking so much water through the house and I’ll run upstairs and grab some towels okay?”

Y/N smiled and nod their head yes. Steve smiled back, placing a small kiss to their head before heading to the stairs.

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Only issue is…Y/N was still cold. They held their new shirt close to them and crossed their arms infront. Papa said he wasn’t going to be long, just grabbing towels.

But with the cold making them shiver slightly, another issue came to the surface…they needed to use the potty.

The bathroom on the first floor was on the opposite side of the house. Papa said to stay on the mat so they wouldn’t track water through the house but…how much longer was he going to be? They didn’t want to track water but they had to go potty badly.

Maybe Papa would be back soon, maybe they could hold it, they reasoned with themselves. But as the seconds ticked away. They could feel their grip slipping.

But just then they heard Papa coming down the stairs!

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Steve walked down the stairs, clothes and towels in hand, “I’m sorry I took so long bug. I figured I get all of your supplies and clothes from upstairs so you wouldn’t have to-.”

Steve trailed off as his eyes met with Y/N’s form. Small trickle down their leg and a puddle beneath gave away their accident. They looked up at him with tears in their eyes. “Y-You said, no move.” They explained with a little sniffle and a tear falling from their eye.

This is the second time his little one has had an accident. The first was during a thunderstorm last week. One loud crash had Y/N running to Steve in wet pajamas.

At first Steve and even Y/N, thought it was a one off thing…until today. But Steve had already had a conversation with Y/N about this the first time it happened. Accidents were okay, and didn’t define them and their regression. He was more than willing to help his little one.

“Oh Y/N,” He walked over and brought them close, pulling them into a hug. “I am so sorry. This accident is my fault. I should’ve checked in with you earlier to see if you needed to go potty.”

Once they broke apart Steve picked his little one up, though they protested. “No! Icky!”

“It’s okay, Papa needs to get changed too. I don’t mind. Right now let’s worry about getting you changed.” Steve reassured. Y/N looked as though they were going to say something but settled for hiding their head in his shoulder.

Steve carried them into the bathroom, closing the door behind them and settle his little one down on the toilet cover.

As he organized everything a small sniffle came from the opposite end of the bathroom, “Papa i sworry.” Y/N said, tears falling from their eyes.

Steve immediately stopped what he was doing and went over to his little one. He places a soft hand on their shoulder, “Y/N what happened is nothing you need to apologize for. What did I tell you when you had your first accident last week?”

“Accidents are ‘kay.”

“That’s right. You know accidents are okay. This one is on me. I should’ve kept a better eye on your juice intake.” Steve sighed to himself. “But having an accident doesn’t mean anything bad. Sometimes our bodies just don’t realize what we need to do in time and that’s okay. Everyone’s body works differently.” He began to explain getting a small nod from Y/N.

“We’re going to clean you up, and get you into some comfy pajamas for the night. Then you can help Papa cook dinner. How does that sound?”

Y/N nodded, a small smile returning to their face. “Accident okay?” They asked one last time.

“Yes sweetheart, accidents are okay.” Steve smiled back. “Now, let’s get this little rascal dried off before you catch a cold.” That got Steve a small giggle from Y/N.

First he helped wash and dry his little one off. But before he went a step further he paused and turned to them for guidance. “Now I know this was just an accident, but do you want to wear some protection? It’s your choice bug. I won’t be mad if you say no.”

Steve watched as his little one stopped and thought long and hard about it. But after a moment they pointed to the pull-up then they put their thumb in their mouth.

“Good choice sweetheart.” Steve smiled. After that it was just getting them changed into a fresh pull-up and warm pajamas.

Once done, Steve also changed out of his wet clothes and into more comfier clothes for the evening. “There we are,” he said as he lifted Y/N into his arms. “All nice and dry.”

By now Y/N was loosing the battle to stay awake, the long but fun filled day catching up with them. Steve walked back into the living room, grabbing their pacifier off the end table and replacing their thumb with it. “There we go, much better.”

Y/N nodded snuggling closer to Steve. Steve knew that there was no way Y/N was going to let him put them down for a nap. But he did know they would fall asleep in his arms. The solution? Send a quick text to Sam and ask if he can pop over and help out dinner.

With the text sent, Steve walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it, Y/N still half asleep in his arms. He rubbed their back up and down as their head rested soundly in his shoulder.

Before they really drifted off he managed to hear them say, “Papa best.”

Steve chuckled, moving to place a small kiss to the top of their head, “I’m only the best because I have the best little in the whole wide world.”

Accidents will happen, floors and clothes can be cleaned, but what will stay forever is the trust and love between Steve and Y/N.

[ssspace-cadet]

aughhh steve rogers as a cg??? yesssss.

cuddly early mornings, laying in bed all sleepy, gentle sunshine painting the room in a soft haze. your eyes flutter open at a soft touch to your nose, and he’s smiling at you. he leans down and kisses your temple, running a soothing hand through your hair. “sleep good snuggle bug?” you nod softly, curling up again into his arms. “mm thought so. you look adorable right now kiddo.” he leans down again with a little smile, wrapping his arms around you tighter, mumbling into your hair. “keepin’ you forever kid, right here. can’t escape papa, can you little troublemaker?” he makes you laugh, little giggles followed by a yawn. it was still sooooo early. “aww, okay okay baby, ten more minutes hm?” you shake your head, pouting. steve chuckled, smoothing down your bed-head. “alright, just kidding, how about an hour, happy?” with a satisfied nod from you, he sighs and pulls you closer, drifting back off to sleep while rubbing your back soothingly.

divider credit: @sister-lucifer

[babybatly]

my favorite trio :')

[buckys-little-belle]

i have a fluffy drabble idea: steve or bucky (because they have super strength) using a throw blanket to sawddle wrap you to secure you to their chest. and then they carry you around while they do their tasks. and then you're lulled to sleep by their heartbeat and gentle voice explaining their paperwork to you

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Swaddle Snuggle

Steve Rogers x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of reader feeling "down"/sad and/or stressed, snuggles, use of "Dada"

Notes - I made these headcannons because I feel like they'd both be so different when it comes to swaddle snuggles, and I couldn't pick just one of them to write about! This ask is also so old, like over a year old, and I miss my bee anon, and I'm sorry I didn't get this out sooner! I hope y'all like it!

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

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Steve

Steve loves when you're snuggly and clingy. He always looks forward to the days where you can't be away from him for more than a second.

He used to just sit with you in his lap on the couch when you needed a close contact day, he'd do whatever work he could from his laptop, and he'd pick you up and carry you around the house when he had to get up.

But that wasn't very practical. He often had things during the day that required two hands, and you hated being put down.

So he adjusted, he found a light weight big blanket and created a swaddle sling. You sat with your legs around his waist like usual, chest to chest, with your hands trapped between the two of you. The blanket worked mainly as a bottom support keeping you in a sitting position against his chest, but it also went over your back, giving you extra warmth and allowing Steve to bend over when needed.

It made everything easier, you could stay snuggled against him and he could do computer work, or the laundry, or make lunch. He had two hands, and you had all the cuddles you needed.

If it was a cold day he would often lay a fuzzy blanket over your back when he sat down. He'd be sat in his office chair, you on his lap, and a fuzzy blanket keeping you warm from the open window's slight breeze.

To be fair he was a super solider ... So he ran warmer than most, and his body heat kept you quite warm.

Nap time was nice because instead of being on the second floor in your playroom, far away from you Dada, you could take a nap wherever he was.

The comfort of his hand rubbing slow circles against your back comforting you. And the constant pitter patter of his keyboard keys often lulled you to sleep.

Bucky

Bucky didn't wait for you to have needy days. He sometimes needed to have you in his arms all day to remind him that you were there, with him and needing him.

So he'd found a way to wrap you up, the same as Steve. You plastered to his chest as he went about his day.

He didn't work at a desk as often as Steve, so he often had you with him as he went on a walk around the property, finding cool stones and sticks to add to your collection. You'd be stuck close to him as he meal prepped for the week, him saying the recipes and directions out loud as soft instrumental music played.

That often lulled you to sleep. The soft swaying that happened as he walked around the kitchen, and his deep voice mixed with the soft music. It was easy to fall asleep that way.

Sometimes he'd have you sit in the wrap facing the other way, your back to his chest.

He'd have you that way as he worked on the cars, your hands able to hold onto wrenches or random objects to keep you engaged. Because he would pick random days to have you stuck to him you often were more hyper aware. Talking and babbling about things, grabbing for things with your hands.

But he still needed you so close, so you sat facing outwards. He liked the way he could snuggle you close at all times, but still hear your infectious laugh, and how he could make sure you didn't leave his sight, but you could also still play go fish with him.

Even though they were two very different ways to be swaddled you looked forward to both. Excited to be Steve's little Snuggle Bear or Bucky's little Sidekick.

[littlefic]

Can u do Steve Rogers were he’s changing the little reader after an accident :)

ACCIDENT

hi!! thank you for the request i am sorry it has been so long in the making :(

i hope its ok but i decided to add nappies ( diapers ) into this fic :)

New york had been hit with a weather warning for the past week and this was the first day that the skys were clear and bright ,so you and your daddy decided to go for a long walk through the park before bed time ( steve was hoping to where you out before bed haha )

Autumn was your favourite season all the beautiful leaves and colours never failed to memorise you.

Your were so happy walking down the path slightly infront of your daddy admiring the view when you started to feel the need to go. You tried to ignore it as daddy had told you plenty of times to go pee pee before leaving but you insisted you did not need to go.

But the pressure all got to much and you suddenly stopped walking causing steve to bumb into you.

" opph baby, what wrong?" Steve asked rubbing your shoulders while looking down at you.

" i-i--i" you stuttered out tears starting to brim your eyes

"hey , shu shu shush" steve cooed as the tears started running down your cheeks. Leaning down steve lifted you up onto his hip and started gently swaying you side to side trying to quieten your crys, when he felt warmness spread onto his hip causing your cries to hault then increase alot

“Dada I so sowy” you cried slowly slipping into a younger headspace

" Sweetie why did you not tell daddy you need to go pee pee?" steve asked while he cradled the back of your head as you sobbed into his chest. You pulled back from steves chest and looked down,

" Didn't want you to be mad" you sniffled through your tears

" oh honey daddy wouldn't of been mad but this is certainely a lesson to be learnt that when daddy tells you to go pee pee you do" steve stated while looking into your eyes. Spinning around steve started the short walk back to your apartment while trying to console your crys and assure you that accidents happen and that is ok.

Pushing open the front door to the apartment, steve placed you on the floor of the enrty way allowing him to take his own shoes and jacket off before bending down and taking of your shoes and coat. Steve hung up the coats and placed the shoes on the rack before leaning back down to put you back on his hip to make his way to the bathroom. As yous reached the bathroom steve placed you on the toliet before turing to the bathtub snd started running the water.

" you all good little one?" steve asked with a sympathetic smile as he bent down to you level and rubbed his hands gently on your knees.

"mmhh" you mumbled throught your hands causing steve to frown. He hated seeing his baby sad but he needed to get you bathed and changed before a rash started.

"right lets get you in the bath" steve hummed as he started to pull of you socks " arms up tootsie " You raised you arms allowing steve to pull your top over your head leaving you in you in your leggings and panties. steve started shimming of the wet garments before sitting them in the sink to be chucked in the washing machine later.

As the warm water surrounded your body you left out a hum of content making steve smile. Squeezing out shampoo into his hand steve started to lather up the shampoo before massaging it into your scalp " right lay nack baby" steve said while guiding you backwards allowing the water to rinse out the shampoo suds. " right conditioner" steve said leaning over to grab the bottle and started applying it to your ends before repeating the rinsing process

" daddy we done yet" you moaned

" nearly sweetie just need to wash you baby" steve said as he started to wash your body with a soapy wash cloth. " all done! lets go" steve smiled gently lifting you out the bath and rapping your little body in a bath towel which was supper soft for your sensitive skin. Walking from the bathroom to the bedroom he layed you down on the bed and start to dry you off with the towel.

"what do you want to wear sweetie?" steve queried as he reached over to the dresser

" umh i know no daddy" you babbled cutely

" how about one of daddys sleep t-shirts?" steve asked opening the bottom drawer

" mmmh wes pwease"

steve smiled at your little lisp as you slipped into a smaller headspace

" ok lets get you pampered and then we will go watch some Tv, how about that?"

" uhuh" you smiled

Standing up steve wandered over to the changing table and grabed the necessary supplies for a nappy change before coming back over to you on the bed.

"your not cold baby?" steve worried when he realised he left the towel un wrapped

" no i fwine dada"

Steve nodded in response as he grabbed both your ankles in one hand and lifted your legs up so he could slip the nappy under your bum. Laying your legs back down Steve put some baby powder on you before starting to gently tape the nappy around your little tummy.

" ok clothes time" steve cooed rubbing your belly

"arms up sweetie"

Raising your arms allowed steve to slip his t-shirt over your head till it reached your nappy.

" ok Tv time yes!" steve told you excitedly

" YAhhh!!" your cheered

" come on my cutie" Steve said lifting you into his arms all while supporting your head against his chest. As steve lifted you the t-shirt slipped pasted your nappy until it landed at your knees allowing you to feel nice and small in his t-shirt.

Walking into the the hall steve started skipping causing you to giggle uncontrolably as you bounced up and down causing steve to grin widely. Reaching the living room Steve haulted his skipping before jumping on the couch with a bounce. Laying you in the crook of the corner couch surrounded by pillows to keep you secure Steve grabbed the Tv remote and turned on [ your favourite cartoon] to keep you ochupied while he grabbed the snacks.

" going to get snacks sweetie ok, i will be back in a minute ok" steve said while kissing your forhead

Steve walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of fizzy juice for himself before filling up your sippy cup with apple juice as milk would make you to sleepy and nap time was to far away for you to fall asleep right now unless he wanted you to be a grumpy bunny later on tonight.

Opening the snack cuboard Steve grabbed some crisps and some chocolate along with some bowls to put them in, grabbing all the snacks and juice Steve walked back into the living room and placed them down onto the coffee table.

" ok little one what movie?" steve asked lying down next to you and tucking you into his side

" [ your favourite movie!!!]" you shouted

" ok sweetie" steve laughed turning of the lights and pressing play.

[themachinepuppy]

hai haii |˶^_^ )ﾉﾞ could you possibly do headcanons for caregiver steve rodgers/captain america? :3 (if not it's totes okay/gen !!)

haii! of course!!

🐌🍂🐌🍂🐌🍂

• steve is a helicopter caregiver, he’s always making sure you’re doing good, that you’re safe, and that you’re behaving! he worries so much about his little baby when he’s not home

• he collects little stuffies from every state/country he goes to during missions! he always brings them back to you with your favorite candy and snackies!

• every time you do a chore , or take care of yourself , he adds a star sticker to a chart! if you get enough stars , he takes you to pick out a toy at the store for being so good!!

• loves watching you sleep, it makes him really at ease knowing how peaceful you look while you rest

• bottle feeding you is his favorite thing to do! it gives him a sense of accomplishment knowing that his baby is happy

[softspace-fics]

Icky feelings

Honestly hope you guys like this. I'm sorry for my absence, my life has somehow spiraled since Christmas!

Smaller story!

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Icky feelings, fluff CG!Stucky x Gn!Little reader

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The small patter of your feet is heard from the hallway as you make your way to the living room, a small frown on your face. Today has gone relatively well, but everything just felt.. wrong. The icky feeling washed over your body and nothing was solving it.

Toys, videos, favorite songs, dancing, puzzles, nothing could spark that feeling of being safe and okay. So to your babas you went. The urge to just crawl in one of their arms and just rest, to try and remind your brain that you were safe and sound.

You turn the corner into your living room and see your two caregivers laying on the couch together, Papa bucky resting his head on Dada Steve's shoulder, and Dada running his hand through Papas hair. The urge to turn back and run away takes over your body as you feel like this feeling is not worth bothering the two peaceful men in front of you.

Just as you were about to turn away, your Papas eyes drift over to you and he smiles softly, looking at you softly.

"Hey darling, you need anything?"

Dada looks over to you, subtly turning his head to the side in curiosity. You mess with your fingers before softly and quietly walking over to them and just put your head on Dadas chest. They both look at eachother with a bit of worry before the help you onto their laps.

Easy questions are given as you explain to the best of your ability how you were feeling. The two super soldiers softly rub your back and kiss your cheeks as you explain, and remind you it's always okay to come tell them and how proud of you they were.

Sometimes feelings are just to overbearing to take on your own, but lucky for you, you have two babas ready to take action and help you.

[darlingdespairstims]

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CG ! Steve Rogers Stimboard

Req for myself + re upload because I think I accidentally deleted it..

Note : i went to find this stimboard but like couldn't find it on this account also I will be making another cuz I want to go for another aesthetic

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