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JJK Teachers x Autistic Student Reader (Platonic)

Satoru Gojo 🩵

It’s obvious that jujutsu society still lives by old fashioned and bigoted ideals (ie. hating women and non-sorcerers) so it wouldn’t surprise me if they were also ableist.

As a result, it can be pretty challenging being a neurodivergent sorcerer student without options for accommodations or counseling, as if being a sorcerer student itself wasn’t hard enough.

Still, you tried your best to mask your autism and keep up with your peers the best you could.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Gojo though (the guy sees through everything, c’mon)

He would quickly take notice of your behavior and habits (stimming, disassociation, difficulty grasping social queues)

He suspects that you may be on the spectrum and looks into your student files to confirm. Once he’s proven right, he decides to do some research on it himself so that he can better understand and help you.

One day after class, Gojo calls you to stay for a minute so you guys can talk.

“Hey y/n! Mind if we chat for a bit? It’ll only be a minute!”

You feel nervous as you walk towards him, hoping you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Listen, I know we’re not exactly in the same boat, but I know what it’s like to mask around others all the time.” He says while pulling his eye mask.

He tells you he gets feeling different from everyone and having to put on a persona to make them like you.

“Just know that you don’t have to wear it around me. I’m your teacher and I wanna get to know the real y/n. Course, it’s up to you though. I’m not pushing.”

He then tells you that he’ll make the accommodations you need to help make your classroom experience less stressful.

And if any of those old geazers complain about it, they’ll have to take it to him.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he hands you a napkin with your favorite character printed on it.

It’s a gift he got for you from his recent mission.

You happily accept it and wipe your tears away before embracing him in a tight hug. He returns the hug with one arm as he looks down at you with a genuine smile.

He’s glad he could reach out to you and make you feel safe around him.

Since then, Gojo takes more note of your autism and accommodates to it however he can.

You’d think he wouldn’t care with how……insensitive he can be, but he does acknowledge the impact mental health can have on people. He couldn’t be there for Suguru, but he’ll try to be there for you.

He asks you what kind of foods you like/don’t like before he leaves for his missions, so that he knows what kind of snacks to bring back for you.

Makes sure you understand the instructions and materials in class. He’ll check on you privately, just in case you don’t want him asking you in front of the other students.

Will still make you the butt of some of his jokes (but it’s never to make fun of your autism).

He just finds your difficulty with grasping his sarcastic humor too good an opportunity to not poke fun at.

Can still come off as insensitive sometimes (it’s Gojo) but is trying his best. Just let him know when he’s said/done something to upset you and he’ll stop.

Sometimes when it’s just you two, he’ll listen to you explain your current special interests.

Imagine him listening to you talk about your favorite show on the phone while fighting a special grade curse.

“Mmhmm, yeah? Hold on a sec y/n.” He finishes killing off the giant curse in front of him. “Sorry about that, you were saying?”

He knows what it’s like to be easily overstimulated since his six eyes enhance all his senses. He also gets migraines a lot because of it, just like you.

If you have/had a Digimon hyper fixation, you’re his #1 student now. He will test you on your Digimon knowledge. You’ll both get lost in back-and-forth conversations about the lore, show, and games. If he deems you a worthy fan, he’ll even let you play his old Digimon games.

The highest form of honor you could receive from him.

When you and your class are out in town and enter a crowded area, if you feel extremely overwhelmed, Gojo will teleport you out of there to a place with less people.

Either that or he’ll grab you and turn on his infinity, giving you space from the bumping crowd of bodies around you.

If you’re going through a burnout and need to be away from people for a bit, he’ll understand and probably leave a candy outside your door.

He knows you need extra help and accommodations with your disability, but he never treats you differently from his other students and knows you’re tough enough to handle whatever’s thrown at you.

You are a sorcerer, after all.

He wants to guide the next generation of stronger sorcerers where no one gets left behind, including those like you.

“Gojo-sensei, why are you staring at that corner?”

“Just trying to figure out why you’re always staring at it during class. What makes it more interesting than me?”

“Sensei!!”

:))

Nanami Kento 🥖

He also quickly notices your autism and makes sure you feel comfortable unmasking around him.

He does NOT tolerate discrimination/unfair treatment of any kind towards people based on their disabilities.

I imagine one of his coworkers at his old accounting job was on the spectrum and understood how challenging it could be for them. So he would try to help them however he could.

Because of this, he has more personal experience under his belt to better understand how to work with you.

He thinks it’s shit how a lot of society and the education system (both in and out of jujutsu society) are so unaccommodating to people with physical/mental health needs.

If you have a hyper fixation with bread and/or cooking, he’ll gladly listen to you talk about it however long you want while donning his usual stoic expression.

Don’t worry, he’s not bored or annoyed. As a fellow culinary lover himself, he’s genuinely interested in listening to you talk and will engage in the conversation.

The way you enthusiastically talk about your interests reminds him a bit of Haibara.

He admires your attention to detail and strong sense of empathy towards people, animals, and inanimate objects.

His low voice is very calming to you.

If you follow a specific schedule and/or organized, he’ll admire that too since he also hates falling behind schedule.

If you are spacing out during an important briefing about a mission, he’ll say your name to get your attention or gently pat your shoulder.

“L/n-san…”

“Oh, sorry!”

“That’s alright. Do you want me to repeat what I just said?”

If you’re in a dissociative episode, he’ll calmly ask you what’s bothering you and help you work through it however he can.

If you’re going through a burnout and need to be alone for a while, he’ll understand and give you as much space as you need.

He might knock on your door to give you a small packaged pastry. He hopes it helps.

He understands you may have some internalized ableism, so he makes sure to speak positively of your autism to help you build your confidence.

“L/n-san, why do you have a coat with you when it’s March?”

“Oh, well it was pretty cold this morning. And…well…it’s not anymore but…..”

“I see. That’s a rather smart decision on your part.”

“Really?”

“It means you’re always well prepared for anything. That’s an important skill to have as a sorcerer.”

“Thanks, Nanami-sensei.”

“………………….so can I try on your gogg—”

“No”

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Can I get some Caregiver Itadori and Sakuna please

Oh absolutely!

Itadori:

Definitely a fun and more relaxed caregiver than most

Every Friday is movie night and the little one gets to choose what the movie is

While he is relaxed he will still make sure you take care of yourself

That being said you will eat some form of veggie with dinner!

He has this habit of surprising you with gifts at least twice a month.

These could range from: matching outfits,pacis,blankets,plushies and extra sweets.

He will take you to the park for play dates with gojo or nobara’s littles!

He goes to gojo for tips all the time for new things for you guys to do

If you cry he will to but he waits til you are consoled

He loves loves LOVES carrying you around.

He makes you hold his hand in public so you don’t wander off.

He can’t read you bedtime stories (because he sucks at reading for long periods of time) but he will go on YouTube and find some or have Sukuna do it.

He keeps a reward chart with stickers on it for what each reward will be.

He will play dress up with you even if he is going to be in a skirt.

“Come on Bunny it’s time for bed” Itadori said turning off the tv moving a stuffed piggy aside to pick you up. But to his surprise you were still full of energy. “But dori I not tired!” You huffed crossing your arms. He lifted you into his arms spinning around and said “okay what about one round of hide and seek? I’ll count to 30 and you can go hide somewhere and once I find you it’s bedtime.” You nodded your head eagerly at this and he turned his head facing the wall beginning to count. There was a plot twist to this situation. The room was small besides the small connected bathroom and closet. ‘They are going towards the bathroom.’ Sukuna whispered through a mouth formed on the back of his hand. Once he counted to 30 he turned towards the bathroom grinning since he could hear giggles from the shower and whipped back the shower curtain (which was hello kitty since he let a certain little choose it) and picked you up. “Okay bedtime.” He said with a cheerful grin sitting you on the counter to brush your teeth. Once teeth were brushed and vitamins were taken he tucked you in laying beside you and 10 plushies to finally go to bed.

Sukuna:

More of a strict caregiver but it’s for your safety

He will make you hold his hand everywhere in public and stare down anyone who dares to look at you two

He reminds you constantly that you are loved and worthy of respect

If he finds out anyone is being rude to you he will set things straight.

Prefers staying at home but he’ll find time to take you to a park

Every park trip includes ice cream after

He makes breakfast fun by (slowly) learning how to make shaped pancakes

Him being so sweet surprised everyone the first time they found Sukuna sprinting to your aid when you fell on the sidewalk once

Gojo lost a bet to nobara that day

He may not wear a dress or skirt but he will let you do his makeup

He has actually done a lot of secretive research and asked Itadori quite a few questions so he knows how to handle situations

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Any Itadori and Sukuna caregiving hcs?

This is just a short couple of headcanons that are constantly on my brain. I might do a different more in depth post of hcs of each character separately at a later date.

Itadori

Itadori was a little lost when you first told him about your regression but after some time he got the hang of it and found a good rhythm for the both of you.

at first days were full of too much candy, a lot of cuddles and movie marathons. whatever you wanted or needed itadori would go to the ends of the earth to get it for you.

he loves playing with you too. whether it be tag, playing with your stuffies, dolls, cars, etc. he’s right there with you going along as you change the rules so you win. it doesn’t really matter he just loves to be a part of it.

he’s never been one to be super strict but he does have a schedule and he’s not very lenient when it comes to bedtime and nap time. if he says it’s bedtime he expects you to be in bed. of course he still really sweet about it but he will not hesitate to put you in time out. he just likes his baby to be well rested.

the first time you called him papa man’s about melted. he literally froze for a solid five minutes and you had to actually shake him back to reality. after that he promptly asked you to continuously saying because he just couldn’t get enough. it ended with him softly attacking you with kisses and he was attached to you at the hip for the rest of the day. he refused to let anyone else talk to you and if they tried to he would give them the best death stare he could muster before throwing the nearest object at them.

then sukuna came along and he pulled away little. he was scared that he would lose control and sukuna would hurt you. so he started visiting you less and less when you were little. he felt horrible for it and it hurt him so much. most days he’d wonder if he was doing the right thing by staying away because he could see how your eyes would light up every time you saw him when you were little but then quickly fade to a somber glint behind the shifted gaze and stolen glances. 

many times itadori even tried to make a deal with sukuna and every one of his attempts were futile. eventually sukuna yelled at him for being such a brat and said he’d make a deal that he wouldn’t try and come out without itadori’s explicit permission because sukuna “couldn’t have a weak and poor vessel.” neither of them truly know why sukuna agreed to stay away when you were regressed but itadori has sneaking suspicions that were later confirmed.

When the rapid introduction to the jujutsu world became too much for him he would often come to you looking for comfort by taking care of you. During these times he would mostly sit and color with you, or be overly affectionate. As the amount of stress increased you would ofter end up walking around campus. You guys would find shelter under a tree in a quiet part of the school and listen to nearby birds or read stories. Just doing any and everything to escape the world even for a second. 

Sukuna- these will be fairly sweet and not super accurate to how sukuna is canonically purely out of self indulgence sry.

i think we all know that sukuna would be a stricter cg. 

he also had a really hard time understanding and accepting affection at first and at times he still does.

the first time he ever interacted with you while you were regressed was really stressful. although he’s never let anyone know but he was shitting bricks the entire time. he was scared that he’d hurt you or make you cry and lord knows he wouldn’t know how to deal with either of those and never hear the end of it from itadori.

most days you just drag him along everywhere you go. if you wanna hang out with the 2nd years he’s there, wanna pester gojo he’s definitely there. you have this curse at your beck and call. tied on a leash some might say.

in the early stages of him becoming your caregiver his favorite activity to do with you is going on walks in secluded areas. he prefers this over everything else because he doesn’t have to worry about anything or anyone else interrupting his time with you. even in the short amount of time with and around little you he became very protective and possessive fairly quickly. not in a bad way but more in a way of i have to protect this person at all costs. i just feel like he would take his attachment to you to another level.

i feel like sukuna would be particularly good at getting you to regress to a younger age and would love it. partially because he feels a sort of comfort in being able to show a more vulnerable and caring side of him. granted he’s still sukuna but i like to think that deep down man’s just wants to be loved again.

i also think that the added bond he feels when you call him a pet name is a big thing for him. say he got you to regress to like two or three for the first time and you ended up calling him dada and felt nervous about it he would scoop you up and make sure that you knew that he loves it when you call him that and to never stop. mostly because he sees that you want to call him that but also because it makes him feel genuinely happy and connected to you on a deeper level. if that makes sense.

very very very strict about meals. i just have this overwhelming thought that he will stand over you and make sure that your plate is clear or until he thinks that you’ve eaten a substantial amount before letting you get up. and if you are feeling a bit smaller that day he’ll sit you in his lap as he feeds you little bites until you’re almost full and then he’ll move over to a chair outside if it’s a pretty day, if not the couch normally suffices, returning you to his lap and feed you a bottle. he just needs to know his baby is going to grow to be big and strong just like him. and if you struggle with eating he’ll take things slow but you will eat three meals and at least two snacks a day. whether they are light or heavy nothing will change his mind on the topic of food.

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cg sukuna headcanons? :3

ryomen sukuna caregiver headcanons!! :3

very very devious, will get into mischief with you >:3 loves to have your help pulling pranks, but will take the blame for such so you can be off the hook

tickle attacks are twice as much with his extra set of arms so be prepared!!

isn't that skilled with children so he doesn't know how to hold them; sometimes he'll pick you up under your arms or just sling you over his shoulder but he'll learn how to do it better down the road

scolds you lightly if you got hurt about being careful but means well, just wants his little one to be safe

has uraume prepare you any dishes you like whenever you like!!!

sits with you in his domain expansion on the tall throne, tells you stories of old japan and his past victories (sparing the gruesome details of course)

gets a little nervous when you cry cause he doesn't know what's best to do so he gives you a four armed hug and kisses the top of your head, or he'll try and make you laugh to have you feel better

sings you old folk songs while washing your hair or helping you get dressed

really really enjoys puppet shows! he would get a bunch of animal ones and make stories with good morals for you

tosses you up in the air and catches you but sometimes throws a little too high up in the air (¯ . ¯٥)

hes so goober meowie :33 hope you enjoy!!

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Hiiii, I'm a fellow kny agere writer and I love your content and wanna make a request. You can pick which is easier. Caregiver Akaza with a baby regressor that just wants to be held 24/7 or a Caregiver Shinobu with a baby regressor who tries to help her with helping patients

Firstly ty for the compliment and I love seeing other kny agere writers!! I’m not super active in the community bc this is a side acc but I do spy on people from time to time 🙈 I went with the first prompt ^^ It’s a little short but idk the conclusion felt good!!

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Being a demon meant Akaza did not grow tired physically. He could fight or sprint or do as he pleased without need for rest. Most of the time he enjoyed this fact, though much to his displeasure you had learned to take advantage of this fact.

While Akaza technically never grew tired of holding you it could be troublesome to always have someone in his arms. He could not practice sparring or eat or do much besides entertain you.

Though you were very easy to entertain. As long as Akaza held you, you were happy to sit quietly in his arms. He could on occasion set you down as well, as long as he stayed nearby to promise his presence. But ultimately when Akaza was caring for you he did not have much freedom.

Currently that was an issue for the man. He was hungry, starving almost, but could not leave you alone. He had tried several times to set you down but each time you began to whine and move forward to grab his small vest.

Now Akaza’s strategy switched to getting you asleep. Then he would have a few hours of his own. The demon wrapped a soft and fuzzy blanket around your shoulders and tempted a pacifier into your mouth. It created a rather cute picture. Once you were set he began to rock you softly. Sometimes Akaza could be slightly too rough, forgetting just how strong he was. He focused on how fast he walked and how much he bounced you to make sure the effect was calming rather than something that would excite you.

With the man’s strong arms around you it was easy to be lured into sleep. You could rest your head on his shoulder and his fingers would rub your back softly. There was no other situation that could be so comfortable.

Though when he tried to put you down you immediately shot back to full consciousness. Akaza was only a step or two away but the distance was unbearable. It didn’t take long for you to start crying, reaching for him.

“Calm down I’m coming.” He darts back to your side and lifts you once more. “No more crying.” There’s the smallest drop of annoyance in his voice that doesn’t help your tears stop. You wiggle around in his hold unhappily.

“Hey, let’s relax a little ok?” Akaza’s tone softens and he goes back to bouncing you. It takes a few minutes but eventually you’re convinced to stop crying. A few minutes longer and you’re back to letting your eyes flutter shut. Before you’re fully asleep you manage a few words. “No go down.” You patted his cheek to emphasize.

Akaza had to stifle a smile, instead nodding very seriously. “I won’t put you down this time.” He resigned himself to spending the next hour or two holding you, the rest of his activities would wait for later. Though he didn’t find himself caring about that too much.

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Demon Slayer Agere Fanfic: Small And Sinking, Why Do Things Keep Changing?

I finally got around to posting the agere fanfic on AO3!

This fanfic has been something that I’ve worked on for a while now (let’s say a few months), and it’s inspired by the one and only @z3r0b1tch35’s fanfic, No One Dies On My Watch, another agere fanfic that is like a slice of life, as each chapter details the adventures of the Demon Slayer cast while navigating the situations that come with age regression.

Special thanks to Zero for letting me base my fanfic on one of the chapters to his story, and a quick shoutout to @dragon-queen21 for helping me with a few parts of the story that I wanted to make sure was okay for readers!

Chapters 1 and 2 of “Small And Sinking” are available to read on AO3 via the link in this post! If you’re interested in looking at the fanfic that inspired this one, feel free to also check out “No One Dies On My Watch,” also on AO3!

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Baby

CG Snape and Boy Little

First person POV

Word Count: 1623

Snape has brought a student who previously had a bad home life into his home over the summer. What does he do when he regresses to a tiny age?

(TW? Implication of trauma though literally no details are mentioned just that character has had trauma)

Professor Snape has already done so much for me. I cant have him finding me like this. A whine escapes me as I try to force the fuzzy feeling from my mind. I want to cry.

He's already taken me in, given me a roof over my head and allowed me to eat his food. He won't want to deal with me being a baby too. I can tell if I let it this will be a very young regression. My reward for fending it off for so long.

I'd managed to hide it at school, retreating to abandoned classrooms whenever this happened. Even if that often meant in small bruises from trying to get into things I probably shouldn't have or sobbing in a mess on the floor because being alone when so little is quite scary sometimes.

The stairs creak and I wince. That'll be Snape coming to tell me to come down for dinner. I hope he's not too mad I didn’t turn up on my own.

The soft knock makes me jump even though I was expecting it. "Dinner is served."

I wince, his voice holds that sarcastic edge to it that tells me he’s a more than a little annoyed at having to walk up the stairs to call me. When I don’t respond he knocks again calling my name.

I bite my lip. There’s nothing for it, if I cant force myself to be big ill just habe to pretend to be until I can get back to my room. Standing poses a little trouble, I stumble, knocking my alarm clock from the bedside table.

"Are you alright in there?" Snape sounds concerned now. I nod but then remember he can’t see me.

"I... I'm ok." I say relieved it doesn't sound too babyish. Quickly I waddle over to the door, taking a moment to practice walking like a big boy. Then I open it, peeking around the edge up at him. .

Snape peers down at me, a suspicious expression on his face. His eyebrows furrow as he takes a step back allowing me to exit the room. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

I nod, stepping into the hallway, hoping my shaking hands aren’t too noticeable. He gives me a long look then turns his head indicating I should lead. I gulp, pushing down the childish urge to just hold my arms up and ask to be carried. He'd definitely know something was up then.

The stairs are steep, I find myself gripping the banister, afraid I'll lose balance and fall. If my decent is slower than usual Snape doesn't comment, only catching my shoulder when I stumble stopping me from tumbling down the last few steps.

On unsteady legs I make my way to the kitchen, wishing I had something to hold on to like on the stairs. All the while I can feel Snape's eyes burning into the back of my skull.

My heart drops when I spot the food laid out on the table. How am I supposed to eat that when I'm so small?

I sit anyway, staring at the plate nervously. Snape sits opposite me, I know he's watching me. "Aren't you hungry?"

It would be safer to say no and leave it at that but I know that wouldn't excuse me from the meal. Snape wants me to eat three meals a day even if they're small. He’d only tell me to eat what I can.

Besides I am hungry. I try to ignore the part of my brain that reminds me I'd rather have a nice bottle and a nap. That's a babyish thing to want and I’m not a baby. My eyes burn, no no I'm not going to cry.

I pick up my knife and fork, they don't fit very well on my hands. How am i supposed to do this again? I hold the end of the knife stabbing at the meat in hopes of cutting it.

Snape is still watching, he's only taken a couple of bites from his own dinner. He frowns watching my struggle and lowers his cutlery to his plate.

Then he does something entirely unexpected. He reaches across the table, taking my knife and fork from me gently and begins cutting up my food without a word.

I sit rigidly, waiting for the scolding I'm sure will ensue. But he only gives me a raised eyebrow when I meet his eyes. I hope I don't look as close to tears as I am.

Eating is a bit easier after that. Every time I try to cut up more of my food Snape stops me, taking over for me so I don't have to. He doesn't try to make conversation and I'm glad of that, he rarely wants to talk at meal times.

By the time my plate is empty I'm feeling pleasantly full and very sleepy. My eyes are already drooping, I rub them in an attempt to keep them open.

"Looks like you need an early night."

"Mmm." I'm too tired to use big boy words. The thought of traversing the distance back to bed is exhausting.

I barely notice when Snape stands, walking around the table and crouching down in front of me. I frown wondering what he’s doing.

"What's going on with you child? Are you ill?"

I shake my head. I don't think I could tell him even if I wanted too. He cant find out about this. Surely he won't want me living with him if he knew. Tears well up in my eyes, my lip wobbles. Oh no... Oh no.

A sob escapes me. Snape's eyes widen for a moment he looked like he didn't know what to do. Then his hand comes up to rub my arm.

"What's brought this on?" He sounded genuinely confused. I shake my head again aware that my cries are sounding more and more baby like.

I wail when the comforting hand is removed but its quickly replaced with strong arms lifting me up. The next thing I know Snape is sitting in my char and settling me into his lap, a hand cradling the back of my head. "Shhh, its alright, you're alright."

He rocks from side to side slowly. Continuing to murmur soft reassurances. The way someone might do to a real baby. Embarrassingly it's working, my wails subsiding into sniffles and hiccups. My fingers find their way to my mouth.

Snape pauses, running his fingers through my hair, pulling it from my face. I avoid looking at him, instead finding my eyes drawn to the shiny, black buttons down his front. Without much thought on my part my free hand reaches for one, playing with it absent-mindedly.

"How old are you right now?" The question is asked softly and without judgement. I whine anyway because I don't want to be little right now. Surely he'll leave me if he knows.

I'm not a baby I try to tell him but it only comes out in incomprehensible babbles. I squirm in frustration babbling more nonsense up at him.

A very small smile appears on his lips. Wait, why was he smiling? "Perhaps too young to tell me hm?"

I can feel tears forming again. He quickly shushes me when I whimper, resuming the ridiculously soothing rocking movement from before.

"It's alright little one. There's nothing to be ashamed of. This is just an understandable reaction to trauma," I don't quite understand what he’s saying but the steady rhythm of his voice accompanied by the slow rocking has my cries quietening, “I have suspected this may be the case for a while, though I was hoping to avoid this situation before you’d told me yourself. Still I suppose it cannot be helped.”

"You must be thirsty after all that," Snape noted thoughtfully, he drew his wand summoning a glass of what looked like pumpkin juice. I watch it float towards his outstretched hand with interest. He then waves his wand again muttering a spell of some sort and the glass changes shape forming a lid and....

"Bud! Bud!" I reach out for the bottle making grabby hands at it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I shouldn't be acting like this.

"I know," Snape says putting his wand away, "lets move somewhere more comfortable then shall we?"

I whinge, was he not going to get me have the bottle. I'm being lifted again, carried somewhere new. The bottle floats next to me, just out of reach. I babble, reaching for it only to be shushed whenever my babbles turn into whines.

When Snape sits again I realise where he's taken me. The book lined walls can only mean this is the living room. I only have a moment to look around before I'm gently moved so my head is resting in his elbow. I reach for the bottle that hovers above me but Snape takes it before I can grab it.

Why was he not letting me have it? I whine, my face screwing up as I wriggle in the surprising comfortable hold.

"Hush little one there you go." The bottle is pressed against my lips and I instinctively start suckling. This is just what my dry throat needs. Slowly I open my eyes staring up at Snape who watches me with a thoughtful expression.

I'm too tired and foggy to contemplate what that might mean. My eyelids droop and this time I let them fall shut.

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Alastor stalked through the dark alleyways of the city his senses sharp, every faint sound and shadow captured by his keen perception. Moonlight filtered through the towering buildings, casting long, eerie shadows on the streets. His deer ears twitched as he picked up the sound of soft footsteps behind him, the smallest smirk tugging at his lips.

You trailed after him, your stuffie clutched tightly in your arms. You’d seen him leave, and even though you knew you should’ve stayed in bed, the loneliness was too much to handle. Rubbing your tired eyes, you toddled after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

Alastor came to a stop, already sensing your presence. His smirk widened as he turned, red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “You’re not quite as sneaky as you think, little one.”

“…Dada?” you mumbled, stopping in your tracks. The moment you did, your legs wobbled and gave out beneath you, too tired to stay standing. You pushed yourself up, trying to take a few more steps, but stumbled again, a frustrated whine escaping your lips.

Alastor’s expression softened as he quickly moved toward you, catching you before you could fall a third time. “What are you doing out here, hmm?” he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and concern. “It’s far too late for a little thing like you to be wandering around.”

“I… I sawd u leevd,” you murmured, rubbing at your face. “I don wan a b ‘lone… cudn’t eep.”

He sighed softly, scooping you into his arms with ease. “You shouldn’t have followed me, darling. It’s dangerous for someone your size to be out here at this hour.”

You frowned, squirming in his arms. “I no dat liddle!” you protested, though your voice carried a whine. You were already feeling overwhelmed, too tired to handle everything that was swirling in your head. You didn’t want to be treated like a baby, even though you were already slipping closer to feeling small.

Alastor gazed down at you, his smile turning knowing. He pressed a gentle finger to your lips, shushing you softly. “Shh… now, now. No need to fuss, little one,” he whispered, his voice dropping into that deep, soothing tone that always made you feel smaller. “You’re so tired. Wouldn’t it be easier to just… let go?”

You whimpered, squirming again, trying to shake off the feeling. “No… no babie…” you mumbled, your voice filled with uncertainty, even though you really, really wanted to. You weren’t gonna admit that now!

Alastor tilted his head, smiling patiently as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. “But why not, darling?” he asked, his voice smooth as honey. “Think of how nice it’ll be… No big thoughts, no worries. Just Dada holding you close, keeping you safe.”

You blinked up at him, still hesitating but not as much. “But… buh…” you tried again, but your words were faltering, your mind already starting to slip into something softer, more babyish.

He chuckled softly, cradling you closer. “You’re already feeling it, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice rich and coaxing. “That heaviness, that fuzziness in your little head. Wouldn’t it be nice to just let go? No more big kid thoughts, no more worries. Just my sweet baby, all warm and safe in Dada’s arms.”

You hesitated, your grip on the stuffie loosening as you stared up at him. “Such an itty bitty little thing!” He cooed. It sounded… nice, actually. And you were so tired, so worn out. Maybe being that small wouldn’t be so bad after all. You babbled softly, your mind slowly slipping into that younger state despite your initial resistance.

“There we go,” Alastor purred, his fingers stroking through your hair. “No need to fight it anymore, darling. Just be my little one.”

You let out a soft, contented sigh, your body relaxing in his arms as you began to slip fully into regression. “Dada… I’s…” your voice grew quieter, more incoherent, as the words started to slip away. “I’s widdle…”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Alastor cooed, his smile widening as you finally gave in. “You’re my tiny, precious baby now.” He rocked you gently, his touch firm and comforting. “No more fussing. Just relax, little one. Dada’s got you.”

Your babbling shifted into incoherent sounds, little strings of “Absadababa!” spilling from your lips as your mind sank further into that babyish headspace. You were talkative even as a baby, and now that you’d fully regressed, you felt like you could babble on forever, content and happy in his arms.

Alastor chuckled softly, clearly pleased with how much you’d relaxed. “Ah, there’s my talkative little baby,” he murmured, bouncing you gently in his arms. “Look at you, so happy now, hmm? Such a sweet little thing.”

You cooed happily, reaching out with grabby hands, making more babbled noises. “Absabababa…!”

He took your tiny hand in his, smiling down at you with affection. “There we go, darling. Just like that. No more worries. You can babble all you want, safe with Dada.”

You giggled, squirming with happy wiggles in his arms. The stars above caught your attention, and you pointed at them with a tiny hand. “Absada!”

Alastor followed your gaze, chuckling at your fascination. “Ah, the stars,” he mused. “You always love looking at them, don’t you? But they’re much too far for little ones like you to reach.”

He caught your hand before it could wander too far, bringing it gently back down to your lap. “You just enjoy them from here, safe in Dada’s arms.”

You blinked up at him again, distracted by the soothing sound of his voice, and let out another happy string of babbles. “Dada! Absada!”

He laughed softly, rocking you gently. “Yes, Dada’s right here, darling,” he whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You let out a tiny yawn, your eyes fluttering closed as you nuzzled closer to him, still mumbling soft babbles as you began to drift off.

“That’s it, my little one,” Alastor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Dada’s got you. Just sleep now.” He continued to walk, his strides steady as he held you close, the sound of his heartbeat and the gentle rhythm of his footsteps lulling you further into sleep.

[theoceantot]

hello!! i love your writing sm it's so comforting!! could i request general cg silco hcs maybe with a younger little? thank u!! ♡♡

thank you so much!!! i got quite a few requests for Silco, so i hope this is good. if not, please don't hesitate to request again!!

TW: Mentions of shimmer injections

CG! Silco

Despite what almost everyone chooses to believe that have even glanced at Silco, Silco is a very, very doting caregiver. He is strict when he often needs to be, but that doesn't change the fact he'd do anything just to make you smile.

He won't mind a regressor of any age, but he does admittedly have a softer spot for regressors who regress younger. He loves feeling needed, and he's already equipped with Jinx, so he doesn't mind.

He is a little paranoid with your safety. With Jinx, it's different since she's well-equipped to handle herself. If he can't accompany you outside, he always makes Jinx or Sevika watch you. He knows Jinx would never let a single soul even look at you wrong (either would he).

If he's working and you want attention, nine times out of ten will give you attention. Whether it's just letting you sit in his lap or pull up a chair to color while he works, he doesn't mind. As long as there's no danger involved, obviously.

Loves to braid/brush your hair, or dry it if you recently washed it. He finds it calming, and he knows you find it calming too. If he sees your hair is an absolute mess, he'll be grabbing the nearest brush or comb and gesturing for you to sit in front of him so he can get the tangles out.

Won't tell you the reality of his job. Instead, he'll come up with a seemingly childish and harmless occupation, like telling you he's just an inventor or something.

If you're nonverbal, it's no issue to him at all, and if you require younger regressor items, he doesn't mind either. He'll speak in a much, much lighter tone, almost in a whisper or coo sometimes. Also will be carrying you often. There's almost never a time when he's sitting down and you aren't at least a few feet away.

Silco's heart will absolutely break if himself or Jinx are injecting his shimmer and you hear his grunt or groan of pain, running in crying all worried. He gently will explain it to you in the least unsettling way he can, bouncing you on his knee to help soothe you.

You, Silco, and Jinx do something as a family at least weekly. Whether it's playing a game or building a pillow fort, it's mandatory. Silco doesn't have to admit he loves snuggling with the both of you because it's obvious since of that huge smile he gets each time he has either you on his lap or on one side of him, with Jinx on the other.

As much as he hates to, he will be strict with you if he needs to. He can surprisingly be pretty lenient, but isn't afraid to gently explain to you why you can't do what you did (whether it's just acting up or something dangerous).

Is very keen on your self-care. Baths at least every other night are mandatory, but if you don't like them, he tries his best to make them fun, adding bubbles and plenty of bath toys. He also insists you on eating healthy meals and drinking plenty of fluids. Luckily, dessert is almost always given after dinnertime.

Calls you my dear and sweetheart, but usually sticks to your name. If you are a younger regressor, I feel like he'd also call you little one and precious a lot. He only does this around Jinx or Sevika though, since they truly know him.

If you ever have a nightmare or just need comfort, he never is too far away. He is pretty good at providing comfort, as he'll pepper your forehead and cheeks with kisses and murmur words of reassurance. God forbid someone made you cry.

Doesn't have a preference to what he is called, and though he won't act like it's a big deal when you call him anything like Dad/Daddy/Papa, inside he is feeling so many emotions, but most of all love. Even after you call him it for the hundredth time he'll still freeze up, just processing how much he utterly adores you.

When he sees you and Jinx bonding- even after you've done it several times before- he'll always quietly watch, even if both of you think he's working. Nothing makes him happier than watching the two of you play together. Sometimes he'll throw whatever he's doing to the side and join the two of you. Even though he's nowhere as fun as Jinx when it comes to playful things, he tries, and it's pretty funny to watch.

Is very in tune with you. Him being able to tell what mood you're in, even from across the room, is almost scary. He knows when you want space, and he knows when you want to be held just by glancing at you. If you ever ask about it, he just casually responds that it's his superpower. He won't be able to hide his smile in fondness if you believe him.

[theoceantot]

Hi!! Idk if u write for Scaramouche/Wanderer, but could I maybe get a short imagine/hcs him with a regressor? Maybe with a padded baby regressor? Thank uuu!! Bye bye bear!

Of course! I’m sorry it took a little while!! Also I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long to get to your other request, I’m a bit stumped on ideas for it!

⋆୨୧˚ Carer Scaramouche HC’s + imagine!!˚୨୧⋆

♡ He didn’t quite understand what age regression was at first, and why you would mentally regress to babyspace and was hesitant to take care of you at first.

♡ Once he did however, he began developing a soft spot for the little one and slowly warming up to them while they were in that state, buying them the occasional soft toy or baby item for them.

♡ Due to being a harbinger, he always acts big and tough around you in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he’s a calm, caring person. He loves bouncing his little one on his knee.

♡ He often goes by Papa or Dada, but he doesn’t really mind and allows his little to call him anything they’d like or prefer.

♡ He was absolutely terrified by the idea of diaper changes, running to consult with Yae and Ei on what to do, but with a lot of assistance and guidance, he became quite efficient at them!

♡ He makes sure to keep Childe away from his little one, he doesn’t want Childe to get them into any mischief.

And now! Onto the imagine, enjoy! 🐾

☆ ^_^ <3

There was never really any peace for Scaramouche, his day full of scheming, training.. more scheming.. more training..

But in the midst of all the chaos and stress, he had you, his precious little darling. He let out a long sigh as he shut the door behind him, striding into his quarters in a huff, but when he saw them, his frown became a soft smile.

“Sweetheart.. I’m home.” He said gently, walking over to where you lay, on your baby activity mat. Scaramouche had procured many different things for you to create a safe haven for you to relax, a playmat, many stuffed toys and even a cool crib with the finest sheets and even a hanging mobile.

He crouched down besides you, running his hands through your hair as you babbled, nodding as if he could understand every word.

“Ahh.. I see. I hope you haven’t got into any mischief since I’ve been away?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he leant forward, gently rubbing your tummy. He thought you were such a cute baby, so wholesome and adorable! He patted your head, getting comfortable on the mat next to you, smiling at you all the while.

He chuckled lightly, watching your expression become that of surprise as he covered his face, peeking through his fingers to see your reaction. He loved playing little games like this.

“Peek a..” he murmured, stopping for a moment to build suspense before uncovering his face.

“Boo!” He smiled, watching as you burst into a fit of giggles before reaching for one of your stuffies, holding it carefully.

“Well now I’m home.. do you want to play with Papa for a little? And then I can get started on dinner?” He asked, adjusting the buttons of your onesie.. it seemed you were a bit too small to get dressed by yourself, the buttons were all wonky!

“There we go.. I’m very proud of you for managing to not only change yourself, but get into your onesie!” He praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he began to play along with your games, he was truly lucky to have such an adorable and lovely little one such as you.

This was really fun to write, and probably my longest post so far! I hope you like it! - Bear 🐻

[theoceantot]

Sweet Little Trickster

Summary: A little story about a sleepy regressor!reader (they/them) being carried upstairs and tucked in by Fred and George

Fandom: Harry Potter

Words: 650

Content warnings: Reader uses they/them pronouns, nicknames used: kiddo, little tyke.

“Pssst, kiddo.”

The words make it through your sleepy head but aren’t enough to pull you into full awareness. You can feel something soft under your fingers: the familiar texture of your favourite stuffed animal, held against your chest. Your body is twisted into a bit of an uncomfortable shape, but you’re so warm and cozy that you don’t feel like moving.

“They’re definitely asleep,” says a familiar voice. You can hear the smile in their voice and it makes you happy, even drifting between sleep and consciousness.

“We should bring them to bed,” whispers a voice from the other side of you.

“Look at them, though,” the first voice says, and there’s a gentle hand touching the top of your head, just barely felt through your hair. “They’re proper conked out.”

“I’ll carry them,” the other replies. “C’mon, we won’t disturb them.”

Their voices have woken you up properly, but you keep your eyes closed and your breathing even. You want to know how they’re going to handle this. You recognize the voices as Fred and George: the memories of the evening are blurry, but you were having regression time with the two of them. You remember about half of a fairy tale, read by George with extra dramatic voices from Fred. You must have fallen asleep partway through.

“Alright, let me help.”

There was a muttered charm and you could feel your body get lighter, the strange part-weightlessness that came with a levitation charm. You had thought you had been leaning against the couch, but as it started to move behind you, you realized that it was one of the twins. He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up without any effort now that the levitation charm was helping.

The other twin laughed quietly, and you could feel a hand fixing your hair.

“Little tyke,” he whispered, fond. “Let’s head up to bed.” That was Fred, then, and George was the one carrying you. Only Fred used that nickname for you.

You let yourself rest, somewhere between floating and being carried, doing your best to pretend to be asleep as George carried you upstairs. You could hear Fred on the stairs behind you, close enough to maintain the charm.

Your stuffed animal almost fell to the side, and you forced yourself not to grab it. Thankfully, Fred darted forwards and resettled it onto your chest.

“Thanks,” George whispered, bumping his shoulder into his twin and jostling you slightly.

“Oi, careful,” Fred said, moving out of range. “You’ll wake them.”

“I won’t!”

“Shhhh!”

You heard George scoff, and then there was the creak of a door and George crossed a room, lying you down on a soft bed. You let your limbs settle where you were dropped, unable to stop the smile on your face as you felt the pillow beneath your head.

A hand on your forehead, and one of them pulled the blankets up and over you, enveloping you in soft warmth.

“Sleep well,” one of the twins whispered, retreating towards the doorway.

The other one leaned over the bed, you could feel his weight pushing the mattress down as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead where your hair had been smoothed back.

“Sweet dreams, kiddo,” George whispered. “You’re very cute when you pretend to sleep.”

He was walking away from the bed before you could process his words, but you grinned as the door closed, rolling over to scoop your stuffed animal into a more comfortable position. Of course the twins had known.

Still, they had carried you gently, with whispers and careful hands. Settled you into bed, sure to keep your stuffed animal in your arms.

You squeezed that stuffed animal, rubbing your cheek against its fur.

You loved them so much. They were so good to you.

Those thoughts were the ones that followed you into sleep, giving all of your dreams warmth.

[theoceantot]

Worth it p2

Logan Howlett and agere!reader

AN: I can definitely try to! I’m glad my works have been so comforting to you :) Thank you so much. I’m sorry I had to screenshot your req because tumblr wouldn’t let me post the original.

This also gives me an opportunity to make up for the rushed ending of Worth it, I was so annoyed at how I ended it, but I really wanted to get it out quickly, I tend to rush myself quite a bit, but I’m trying to slow down, I’ve realised that no matter when I release a work or how slow it takes me to release a work, yall will like it, I’m so grateful for the endless support, yall are the best

CW/TW: Mentions of loss, crying, grief, swearing, mention of death of x-men and reader from ‘worst’ Logan’s timeline, baby bottle use. Please let me know if I missed anything!

“I don’t know where to put my hands.”

You whimper at warmth of his heavy hands on your back, the thrum of life that had become so unfamiliar to you, you knew this wasn’t your Logan, but it didn’t matter, he was Logan, and clearly had some idea on who you were.

He hefted you up, his own cries soaking into the shoulder of your soft pyjamas, holding you so tight you thought you couldn’t breath, but you didn’t stop him, it felt too right, too normal to waste, you needed to savour this, for as long as you could, suck all the affection and love out of the man holding you, before it was too late, before he too was gone.

His hand soothed up and down your spine, he cooed a sweet lullaby to you, his breath shaky and thin, his face was flushed as he paced, trying to settle you, he pressed his nose into your hair, crying out at the infant, milky scent, his kit. He crouched, still holding you.

Leaning down to pick up a stuffed animal, pressing you tightly into his chest, he thumbed at the worn face of the honey badger toy you left on the floor, forgotten in your moment of relief.

He felt a pang of familiarity and aching sorrow at the realisation that he knew the toy, one he had bought for you long ago, carefully preserved in a corner of his mind reserved specifically for you, For the memory of you, bright and joyful before he lost you, grasping at the thin straws of anything you.

He bounced you on his hip when you hiccuped, tuckered out from your long cry

“I know honeybee, it’s been so long.”

He hummed, his voice still delicate and fragile, He grunts when his back hits the worn leather of Wade’s couch, bouncing you on his knee, humming an old rock song to you, slipping so easily back into the role of your caretaker, like it was muscle memory, pressing small anguished kisses into your hairline.

Logan pulls his hand away from your back to catch a more comfortable T-shirt wade tosses his way, throwing it on before cradling you tighter against his chest, resuming his gentle humming.

Wade busies himself in the small kitchen, pottering and muttering curses when he drops a bottle, before filling it with milk and running it under the hot tap until it’s warm, he hands it to Logan, who grasps the bottle, glancing at it fondly, it’s another one of your items he remember fondly, a clear bottle, messily decorated with some of your stickers, he thumbs over the peeling plastic.

“You hungry honeybee?”

You nod sleepily, blinking your eyes open, pawing at the arm holding your bottle, he adjusts you in his lap, he eases the pacifier out of your mouth, replacing it with the warm nib of the bottle, his stomach clenched at the sight of you suckling gently at the teat, he pulled you closer, ever grateful for what looked like a chance, an opportunity to give you a better life.

Logan scrunches his eyebrows when Wade plops down on the couch next to him, derobed of all his weapons, he silently appreciates the gesture. He clears his throat before speaking up, making sure you’re dozing off.

“How long have you been.. caring for them”

Logan grumbles, you twist and turn, kneading at his t-shirt when you feel the rumble of his chest

“I found the little spider-monkey napping by your grave five years ago”

Wade lowers his voice and Logan’s shocked the man could collect himself long enough to discuss a serious topic.

“Thank..you, for taking me here, last time I saw them, it was back at the mansion, I was being a dickhead, yelling about things that weren’t there fault, after knocking down a few whiskeys, I came back and they were all gone, I was being an asshole and didn’t even say sorry, or goodbye.”

Logan chokes, steadying himself when he sees you blinking at him blearily, your bottle finished as you gnaw of the teat, he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling the bottle away and dropping it on the coffee table.

“They didn’t cope well, we visited your grave every other day, they demanded it”

Wade pulls his mask over his lips, smiling down at you from where your cradled against Logan’s chest

“You have a second chance, take it”

Logan tongues over his teeth, leaning forward to grab a pacifier sat on the coffee table.

“Where do I sleep?”

Wade grins

“With bug, in my room, we’re a little stretched for space so I’ve been bumming it on the couch.”

Logan grunts

“For five years?”

“Yup, couldn’t let them sleep on the couch, so I gave them my bed.”

“Thank you”

Wade nods, leaving the conversation there

“You might want to get them to bed, it’s nearly their bedtime”

Wade checks the time on the tv, it’s nearing 10pm

Logan hefts you up, your head lolling on his shoulder, he walks in the direction of Wade’s room, firmly patting his back in thanks, you sleepily blink, waving to Wade, who waves back, smiling.

Logan gently tucks you under the blankets, smooshing a kiss to your cheeks, handing you your honey badger toy, Logan rummages through Wade’s room before he settles on a pair of sleep shorts, begrudgingly slipping them on. You giggle sleepily when Logan splays out next to you in pink shorts decorated with unicorns, he grumbles, building blankets up around the both of you in the form of a nest, purring at the warmth.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[theoceantot]

Hiiiiii, I love your blog it's very cute, and you're an amazing writer. You can ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable, but do you think you can write something with either Wade or Logan (or bucky whichever flavor of whiteman your feeling lol) about a little in denial.

Like they're don't understand what slipping or being a little is, and they reject it almost. Or like they try to do everyday adult thinks and get frustrated because they don't understand why they feel that way and one of the boys just figures it out and helps.

Like I said, you can ignore it. I just feel lonely, and I have something in my foot that I have to get out myself that I don’t to do but if I don't it'll become a trip to the dr so I just wish one of them could handle it and baby me. But anyway I hope you're having a good day and thank you for reading even if you don't write anything.

A/N: hiiiiii!!! I love this request so much!!!! It definitely hit home for me a little and I had a fun time writing it so I really hope you enjoy!!! Hope you feel better soon:)

Too Much

Pairings: cg!Logan x Little!reader

Word Count: 844

Warnings: negative emotions surrounding regression

You had a long day, you were exhausted and extremely frustrated. Nothing had been working for you all day. Your hands didn't seem to be doing what your brain was telling them to do and you had been knocking things over constantly and you just didn't understand what was wrong.

You storm into your shared apartment, sighing heavily and slamming your bag down on the counter. You walk back over to lock the door but you just can't quite get the deadbolt in properly.

Logan looks up at the commotion from where he's sitting in the living room. "You ok sweetheart?"

You rub your forehead, frustrated, not understanding why everything feels too much and why your head feels so fuzzy.

"Fine" you call back, voice cracking.

Logan notices this and comes into the kitchen to help. "Sure you're ok?" He asks again.

You nod, a tear falling down your cheek. "Hey, it's ok! What's wrong?"

"Everythin!"

Logan frowns and gently wipes a tear that's fallen down their cheek. "What happened?"

"Nothin'! My brains just all floaty and my body isn't doin' what I want it to and it's just not working and- and everythin's too much!"

He clears his throat before continuing. "Sweetheart? You know how we had that little talk about you sometimes feeling fuzzy? And I explained what it was?"

You remember. You did not like that talk. "Don't. I don't feel like that." You bite out. "Baby, you couldn't lock the door by yourself." Logan says with a sigh.

"I'm jus' overwhelmed!"

"You're slurring your words sweetheart."

"Yeah 'cus I'm tired!" You retort, turning to walk away in a huff but hitting against the coffee table in the progress, accidentally knocking a glass of water to the ground.

That was the last straw.

You start sobbing, trying to clean the mess up with your hands. Logan quickly swoops in to the rescue, gently dusting your hands off and making sure they aren't cut. He then scoops you up and places you on the couch, kissing your on the hands and forhead.

"It's ok. I'm gonna clean this up ok? You're not in any trouble. For anything. Understand sweetheart?" He asks, deep brown eyes looking into yours, concern evident in his expression. You nod miserably, looking down at your lap, hiccups and sobs still steadily coming out of them.

Logan cleans up the mess as quickly as he can, making sure theres absolutely nothing left that you can get hurt on. He walks over to the couch and gently scoops you up into his arms. He sits down on the couch and holds you close.

"Shhhh sweetheart it's ok." He says, wiping your tears. "What's goin' in that little head huh?" You whine a little. " t's unfair. Don't know why this keeps happenin' to me."

Logan sighs gently. "Remember what I said kiddo? It's not your fault. It's just your brain trying to calm down yeah? All that stress is just a bit too much and your body is making you relax."

She nods a bit, still crying. "Wanna be normal. I'on' wanna be a baby 'm s'posed ta be an adult."

His heart breaks a little to hear this. "Darl'n don't say that. You are normal. Doesn't matter if sometimes you feel little. It's ok to be little. And you don't have to be an adult. I'll take care of all the adult stuff you can just let your brain turn off."

You look up at him, tears still in her eyes. "You sure 'ts ok?"

He wipes the last of her tears away. "Of course . It's more than ok. I'm gonna help get you into cosy clothes now ok?"

You nod tiredly, clinging to him impossibly tighter. "Let's go little one" he whispers. He stands up, holding you in his arms gently.

He walks you to your bedroom, helping you change, doing all the work for you, not letting you do anymore than you absolutely have to, whispering little words of encouragement all the while. Once you're nice and cosy he picks you up again, slyly grabbing a pacifier he has in his bedside table. He knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.

He brings you back into the living room where he sits on the couch, settling you in his lap.

"You ok sweetheart? Feelin' a bit better?"

You try to answer but all that comes out is incoherent babbles.

He smirks at this. "Someone's tiny huh?"

A small frown flicks onto your face at this and he chuckles a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I told you it's ok darl'n. I'm gonna take good care of you ok? Now, how about we watch some cartoons?"

This makes you smile again.

The two of you stay like that for hours, watching cartoons on the couch, you babbling and Logan replying to all the extremely interesting things you're telling him.

When your thumb drifts to your mouth and is swiftly replaced by a pacifier, you don't even notice. You fall asleep, safe and secure in Pa's arms.

[theoceantot]

Pipsqueak

Pairing: Babysitter!Logan X Little!Reader, Cg! Wade Wilson x Little!Reader (mentioned)

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: First Tumblr post!!!!! I'm totally not terrified!!!!!! This was a quick one that I wrote in my notes app over the past few days so sorry if it isn't that great😭😭. There is not nearly enough cg/babysitter Logan content nearly enough on the internet so I had to try fix that! I hope you enjoy!!!!

It's late. Ok that's an understatement. It's wayyyyy past your bedtime and you haven't had a nap today. But naps are boring and exploring the X mansion is definitely more exciting.

You toddle through the halls, stuffie in hand and paci firmly in your mouth. You're staring up in awe at a photo of Charles when a voice from behind you calls your name, startling you.

"Kid?"

Your mouth drops open, pink paci clattering to the floor. You quickly pick it up and shove it in your pocket, looking up to the mysterious voice.

"Oh, hi logan" you say shyly.

His hair is messy and he's wearing plaid pyjama pants and a plain white t shirt, looking confused at your presence.

His eyes narrow as he notices you hiding something.

"What are you doin' standin' outside my bedroom this late? Where's Wade?"

Outside Logan's bedroom? Is that where you are?

You shake your head vigorously.

"Uh he's gone on a mission. Sorry I di'n't mean to disturb you" you say sheepishly, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles tiredly.

"Oh." He mutters. He forgot about the mission.

That's weird. Wade usually leaves you with someone to take care of you when you're regressed.

"You ok kid? Someone supposed to be lookin' after you while Wade's on his mission?"

You pull a face.

"Daddy wa'nt told 'bout the mission 'til this mornin' n I wasn't really plannin' on bein little while he was gone cus Raven's gone with him 'n she takes care 'a me sometimes when daddy's not here but 'm okay!! You don't gotta worry 'bout me 's ok." You ramble.

Logan doesn't look entirely convinced, looking down at you quizzically. Although your tone is bright and airy you look exhausted, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"It's pretty late" he says, tone softening a little. "I think it's almost your bedtime yeah?"

"Mayyyybe" You say sheepishly.

"Want me to take you to your room kiddo?" Logan asks trepidly, not really sure if he's doing this right. Whatever this is.

You shrug, yawning a little. "I'on' mind"

He raises an eyebrow and holds his hand out to you.

"Ok." You relent, taking his hand gently as he leads you back down the hall, stopping when he reaches your door.

You however, keep moving, pulling him a bit further down the hall to end up outside...

"Wade's room huh?"

You simply nod in response.

"Sure you don't wanna sleep in your bed kid?"

You shake your head. "Like to sleep in here when daddy's gone. Smells like him."

Logan shrugs "Your call"

He opens the door and you immediately bolt in, diving to pull something out from under the bed.

"What're you-"

You pulls out a pink box, tearing it open and pulling out a stuffie. " 's a wolf like you!" Logan holds himself back from correcting you and telling you that he's named after a different animal entirely, instead opting to give you a smile and a nod. "It's cute kid."

His eyes are drawn to a piece of paper that must have fallen out of the box while you were finding this "stuffed version" of him. It's a list from Wade on what to do when the you're little.

"In case of emergency" is scribbled on the top in red crayon.

Great. This totally wouldn't have come in handy earlier .

He keeps it, assuming he'll need it at some point.

"Bedtime?" You questions from where you're now sitting on the bed.

Looks like he assumed right.

Logan looks down at the list. Bedtime is apparently 9 o'clock and it's currently 11.

"Past bedtime" Logan mutters. He looks down at the list again.

"Says here you gotta put on pjs first though."

"Oh. Uhhhh ok!" You walk over to Wade's dresser and grab a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Turn 'round p'ease"

Logan abides, hearing faint sounds of a struggle behind him as you pull on the clothes.

"Y'ok there pipsqueak?" Logan questions.

You burst into a fit of giggles behind him. "Pipsqueak!"

You're obviously doing fine.

"Yeah yeah" Logan responds, grinning a little as you calm down.

"Uh huh 'm done."

He turns around to see you smiling up at him, swamped in Wade's t-shirt, plushie in one hand. You rubs your eyes and hold your arms up to him.

"You want me to-? Oh-ok" he picks you up as gently as he can, ruffling your hair as he does so. "Ready for bed?" He asks lowly.

"Mhm" you mumble into his neck, enjoying the rare display of physical affection from him.

He slowly brings you over to the the bed, laying you down and tucking you in, making sure you're warm. He pauses for a minute, looking down at you. Somethings missing.

"Do you want your pacifier?" He asks gently, remembering he saw you with one earlier before you hastily hid it.

"Yes please." You say quietly.

Logan frowns a bit looks around, quickly spotting a red paci in the box you had opened earlier. He picks it up and shows it to you.

"This one ok?"

You nod but Logan can tell something's not right. You have a small frown painted on your face and it doesn't seem like it's from being just tired.

"What's wrong kiddo? Did I do somethin'?"

You shake your head quickly. "Nu uh. 'm sorry. Jus' reminds me of my daddy. Miss him." You say quietly.

Oh. Logan thinks for a bit. He's been around you while you're little, practically everyone in the X mansion has, but he's never had to do anything like this before. He sighs a bit and sits down beside you on the bed.

"I know you miss him kiddo. But I promise he's gonna be fine. Wade's a tough cookie i'nt he?"

You giggle a little at this and nod.

He continues. "It's ok. He should be back soon. And in the meantime if you need anything you.. you have me. I know I ain't the best at this kinda stuff but I'll- I'll try my hardest to-"

He's interrupted by you throwing yourself on him and hugging him.

"Thank you." You whisper.

"'s no biggie kid" he says, patting your head a bit clumsily. "Now you better go to sleep or else I'll get in trouble for not putting you to bed on time."

You giggle and lie back on Wade's pillows, putting the red paci into your mouth.

Logan fixes the covers, tucking you in a little more.

"You good? All comfy?"

You nod, eyes already fluttering, dangerously close to shutting.

"Ok" he says, ruffling your hair again before getting up and walking to the door. He pauses before leaving. "Call me if you need me. 'Night kiddo." He says, not expecting an answer.

A small voice calls out to him just as he's about to close the door.

"Night night uncle Logan. Love you."

Logan can't help but smile at this.

"Love you too Pipsqueak."

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Do you have any headcanons for Vox and Alastor with a fussy baby regressor?

Yesss!!

Vox and Alastor with a fussy baby regressor

Vox

While he does thinks your little tantrums are cute, you won’t be getting anything out of them. He’s dealt with the Vees much too long for that.

He’ll get you a distraction, instead. Although he will probably put you down for a nap once you get more settled. “Hey hey hey- shhh.. let’s let those tears rest for a sec, doll. Shhh…. Do you want your paci? Open your mouth, baby. Good.”

Although he won’t give you exactly what you want, he is a sucker for you, and a pretty easily annoyed one too, so would sometimes offer you candy just to stop crying for a little while. “fucking hell.. okay, little spark? Just- hush for dada right now, i cannot work with this fucking headache you’re giving me…come here, love. Do you want the lollipop? Mhm? Then be quiet. At least for a moment.” He’s not always the best at comfort.. but he’ll try for you.

If you’re whining about something you want, he’s not sure what to do and usually just picks you up and cradles you until you’re too sleepy to fuss. He doesn’t want to keep encouraging you to cry more with sweets, that was a last resort because he was fed up.

Sometimes if it’s really bad, he’ll try to have you asleep almost all day. He’s.. still working through your attitude. He’s slowly found out then when he does, you just get sleepier and more whiny each time you wake up. He eventually just makes you a bottle, and feeds you while your favorite show is playing. “Come here, sweetheart. I set out your toys up here and your favorite little animal friends. Let’s just, rest, please, pup?” (pup as in baby shark)

You’re both still learning together, and he’s trying his best for you. (He dealing with a difficult little one kinda reminds me of the Steven universe song “I could never be ready”)

Alastor

Alastor does find the antics of a whiny little one amusing at first, ..until you start crying. He doesn’t immediately baby you, in case you’re overreacting but he is worried. “Oh, darling.. come here. Do you need to cry?” He lets you fuss a bit, curled up on his chest. Although he is a little bothered by his suit being wet, it’s alright, you’re worth some damp clothes. “Look at me, my fussy fawn. Let’s see that pretty smile! You know that you’re never fully dressed without one, little love.”

You usually come on his strolls when he wants to show off a bit, but now you’re coming since he feels like a breath of fresh air might calm you a little. He tried the stroller, but you clearly squirmed a lot in there, so he just opted to carry you.

“Dearie, you know there is only so much I’ll give you when you pout like that.” Alastor had replied when you squirmed in his arms and pointed frustratedly to a store. He kissed your cheek and patted your head. “I’ve told you. That store isn’t safe for little ones like you. If you want to shop, we’ll have to get out of cannibal town, my fussy fawn.”

If things get bad, he sets up what he calls ‘the comfort corner’ Similar to Vox’s last approach. He softly sets you on his shoulders as he makes your bottle, and puts a couple of your favorite activities on his bed. He puts your favorite stuffies on his bed as well, accompanied by your pacifier. “There, my little deer. Your own play place.” He said as he turned on the radio. He gently sat on the bed and just watched you play.

I wouldn’t call Alastor the best at taking care of little ones, he’s still learning to not encourage when you get into some trouble and hold in his laughs. But he certainly knows how to soothe you.

Hope you liked this!! Vox’s was frustrating for me to write but that’s just personally how i feel like he’d deal with kiddos like that. Not well, basically. Alastor just doesn’t get mad as easily, I think that’s where they differ.

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Alastor with a fem baby regressor

Sorry for the late response, I slept a bit later today :) (I hope you mean headcanons, I just realized you didn’t specify!)

CG! Alastor with a fem baby regressor <3

One (yes, one, he has more) of Alastor’s favorite things to do with you is dress up. Every morning, he gently wakes you up by kissing your head and get down on his knees to put you in old-timey maroon dresses. (Unless you’d prefer another color, which he’d gladly oblige and probably get at least 6 more dresses in that color for you)

He loves to feed you. Setting you down on his lap and softly tipping the bottle into your mouth. Alastor very much appreciates the domestic side of things, so having a little one without going through the hassle of having a partner or making one with them, is a very nice change of pace.

Barely any TV. If you really insist, he’ll let you watch some. But on the old TV, and none of Vox’s stuff. That’ll rot your brain. Spoiled, but in a different way. You have Alastor’s almost constant attention. “Oh, there’s a leak? One moment, my little love needs to finish her bottle.” Much to..most of the hotel’s slight annoyance. He refuses leave you alone. “Leave my little one home? Oh, what nonsense! If I can take her with me, why should I risk her discomfort?” When he has a broadcast to do, he’ll give you a pacifier and rock you in his arms as he goes on about whatever. Softly patting your head in between his music breaks.

On his strolls, he props you up with blankets and pillows in your stroller and your favorite stuffy if you have one. If not, he just brings a couple. He loves showing you off to the other residents in cannibal town. “Isn’t she just a doll? My lovely fawn.” The only other person who’s held you is Auntie Rosie. He doesn’t trust anyone else to do it right.

If you occasionally cause mischief, he likes to watch from the shadows and chuckle unless it becomes a real problem. Then he morphs in front of you and gets down to your level to talk to you. “Dearie, there’s a reason Papa and the others told you not to touch that. It could get you very hurt, Cher. Come on, let’s go read a story to take your mind off this, alright? Papa got you some new books.”

Bed time stories! Always. And if no books seem appealing to you, he’ll turn on the radio and play a story on there. (I feel like he’d play ‘The pirate of New Orleans’, it should be on YouTube, that’s where i watched it)

On the subject of radios, he loves to play you music! (For specifics, I’d say ‘Let’s Misbehave’ by Cole Porter and Irving Aaronson Commanders, and ‘The Birth of the Blues’ by Paul Whiteman and his orchestra, Charles Gaylord, Austin Skin Young, and Jack Fulton) He’ll sing along and loves if you try to sing or hum with him. “Yes, very good, my lovely! Oh you sound just wonderful!”

While he would rather not have anyone touch him, you are his exception. You wanna climb on his shoulder and play with his hair? Absolutely, as long as you don’t fall! You wanna lay down and play with his tail? Of course, just don’t tug too hard! You wanna cling to him like your life depends on it? Why not?

Baby babbles are the cutest thing to Alastor! “Ah, really? Hmm! How interesting! Won’t you go on, my dear?” He actually listens intently, curious if he can hear anything resembling a certain word and base his response off of that.

He never thought he’d be the best with kids, but he’ll certainly try for his little sweetheart. He finds almost everything you do incredibly charming and will not take anyone saying otherwise seriously even for a moment. “Oh, please! She’s just a little thing, you can’t blame her for anything. Especially not with her darling little antics!”

I hope you liked this!!! This warmed my heart because Alastor is my primary cg whenever I’m small <3