#steve rogers x littlereader

Cuddling With Steve While You’re in Little Space

CW: This contains SFW depictions if age regression. Non-verbal regressor, reader is embarrassed at first. Agere is not ddlg, which is a kink. This is a coping mechanism. If you are in little space while reading this, please do not look at the rest of my blog which has a lot of nsfw content.

YOUR POV

Even though Steve was already aware of your involuntary age regression, you still got a little bit embarrassed each time it happened. It was happening now, you knew, as you lowered yourself to the floor.

The floor always made you feel so small, and you loved that. You absentmindedly brought your thumb up to your mouth, sucking on it as you got deeper and deeper into that space.

You heard footsteps outside of the door, but not just any footsteps. They belonged to none other than your boyfriend, Mr. America himself. You heard a knock.

“Y/N?” He called, pausing and waiting to hear your expected answer. You panicked, not knowing what to do. Luckily, the door opened anyways.

Your thumb was out of your mouth now as you sat on the floor with an almost frightened look on your face.

Steve’s face had a moment of realization as he crouched down to you on the floor.

“Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?” He asked with a light, caring voice.

You put your head in-between your thighs, cheeks blushing as you hid your face.

“Hey hey hey, babygirl. Look at me. Look at daddy,” he cooed.

That word always made you instantly feel safer. Daddy. Steve was your daddy, and you could trust him.

You lifted your head, eyes watering as you made grabby hands towards him. He smiled, picking you up effortlessly and putting you on his hip as if you were a toddler.

“Are you hungry, sweetie?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, smoothing your hair out of your face.

You shook your head, holding him tighter to you instead and putting your face in the crook of his neck.

“Oh, I see,” he sat down on the bed with you. “You’re sleepy, honey,” he said softly, rubbing you back. You nodded into him, a faint chuckle escaping from his lips.

“You want daddy to tuck you in and leave you to nap?” He asked.

You shook your head suddenly, looking at him with puppy eyes.

“You want daddy to stay with you?” You nodded this time, resuming your previous position on him.

“Alright baby, let’s lay down then,” he whispered, laying with you on top of him still like a baby, your ear right above his heart. You focused on the steady beating of it along with his deep breathing.

“Sleep, princess. Daddy will be here when you wake up.”