I am soooooo late!!!! But I loved this prompt. Thank you!!!
“I’m going to be Louis Pastuer,” Sherlock said.
“Not sure who that is, Muffin, but sounds good. What do we need to buy?” Greg asked, twisting his face away from Jawn’s hands that were patting his cheek.
“Ima Be a y’ego. O’gay. A y’ego.”
“A terribly handsome lego.”
“He’s the inventor of pasteurization,” Sherlock huffed.
“Exciting. A lego man, Jawn?”
“Pasteurization is the hallmark of modern society. Shelf stable milk is a miracle.”
“I y’ike mil’g,” Jawn had settled in Greg’s lap and was chewing his own fingers.
“You sure you don’t wanna be somethin’ else?”
“Y’ike a y’ego?”
“Or, I dunno, a fish or a kitty?”
Sherlock turned his nose up at them and went back to ‘reading’ a picture book.
“You can’nah be a red y’ego cause ima be a red y’ego.”
“A red lego?!? Not green.”
“No. Red. Gotsa ha’b eigh’d bumps.”
Greg buried his face in Jawn’s neck, “You’re a charming little bit, you know that don’t ya?”
Jawn squealed and wiggled off Greg’s lap, “sto’b id, G’eg’ry. Bumps is ‘por’dant!”
“They are called studs.”
“So’m I when your brother has had to many glasses of sherry. OI! Hush!” Greg shouted over a chorus of ‘ewwws’.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Age Play, Daddy Kink, Bathing/Washing, Sherlock is too cute, Valentine’s Day, Gratuitous Glitter Use, Mentions of sexual relationship, This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things Series: Part 4 of The Adventures of Baby Sherlock and Daddy Watson. Summary:
It’s Valentines Day, and the boys have plans. Fluffy, fluffy plans.
Holy cow! This is old as a biscuit!!! Happy Heart Day y’all!
Sherlock and Greg at a crime scene; Sherlock goes to pick something up and before Greg can think he goes “What’cha got there, muffin?” and everyone freezes while Sherlock slowly turns and glares at him with pure thunder in his eyes and Greg is just:
Sharing your safe space with someone can leave you in a very scary and vulnerable situation, so here are some things that I’ve found useful when introducing littlespace to your partner.
When introducing it to your partner, explain that it is a want, not a need. Explain that it is something that makes you happy and relieves stress, but it’s not something that is required in a relationship.
Try to avoid phrases like “age regression” and “little space”. It can be intimidating and confusing to someone who knows nothing about it. Start by introducing the more ‘childlike’ side of your personality. Talk about “childish” things that make you happy. (i.e. disney movies, MLP, stuffies)
Take it in baby steps. Don’t rush things. Your partner’s comfort is important and unfortunately age regression is still seen as taboo by some, so your partner may be hesitant. Avoid degrading your little space. Don’t say things like “I know it’s weird but-” it makes it easier for your partner to register as taboo.
Remember that their initial reaction may not be positive (especially if they’re stressed and overwhelmed). But don’t lose hope! They may need time to think. If they respond negatively, temporarily drop the subject and come back to it at a later time if you feel it is appropriate.
DON’T subtly drop hints. Don’t say random things like “hey how do you feel about adult pacifiers” because they very likely will not respond positively if they don’t know that it is something that’s important to you. When you’re ready to start talking about it, be open an honest about what it means to you.
Encourage, but don’t push, your partner to do research, and explain what you want from the relationship. Don’t forget to be patient!
Greg waited at the door patiently while Mycroft washed his hands…which, Greg sheepishly realized, he hadn’t even asked him to. Some caregiver he was.
‘Rookie mistake,’ he told himself. ‘You’ve been taking care of the boys for how long now, and today of all days you start mucking it up.’ “Good boy,” he said out loud as he shut off the tap, while watching Mycroft’s reaction in the mirror.
Mycroft was still blushing–hadn’t stopped since he woke up, really–and kept his gaze down, refusing to look at Greg.
He wasn’t very pleased with him right now, after the toilet, uh…experience.
Instead of letting Mycroft use the toilet normally, Greg had made him sit down for a wee…mostly for the practicality of it, and partly just so Greg could get to see his reaction. Which had been adorable, as expected.
And it made him the tiniest bit sulky (’tiny’ in terms of a Holmes being sulky, at least). Which had been even more adorable–that pout of his had a lot of charm behind it when it wasn’t accompanied by a sneer, just like his little brother.
Greg took the hand towel from the holder on the wall and dried Mycroft’s hands, taking each one in turn and sort of giving him a mini-massage by gently rubbing the knuckles and in between each finger, as well as his palms.
Small details were important to Mycroft, no matter what his headspace, so small details were what Greg was going to try harder to focus on (like the handwashing…seriously, he was used to doing this with the boys on a near-weekly basis; it shouldn’t be this bloody difficult to keep in mind now). Because he wanted this to be as enjoyable an experience for him as possible.
Because this was a good idea.
And it seemed to do the trick; Mycroft’s shoulders’ relaxed at Greg’s attention, and he finally looked up at him through his lashes, head still tipped down.
“There,” Greg said as he hung the towel back up, and gave Mycroft’s forehead a kiss as he leaned forward. “Are you ready to see what’s waiting for us?”
Mycroft nodded, and Greg watched him lift his closed fist to his mouth and go to suck on the back of his thumb, rather than the whole thing…Greg grinned as he watched his face pucker slightly at the taste of leftover soap still remaining on his skin, but apparently that wasn’t too much of a deterrent because that thumb stayed exactly where it was.
“You’re so cute,” Greg chuckled, and ushered Mycroft out of the room with a hand at the small of his back.
“Nnn,” the other man grunted.
It sounded like a pretty neutral grunt to Greg, but then again, knowing Mycroft?…it probably meant ‘no’, anyway. “Yes, you are,” Greg replied with a meaningful pat to a plushly-padded bum; “You’re cute, you’re sweet, and best of all, you’re all mine.”
Mycroft kept his head tipped down, and went quiet.
That is, until they reached the top of the stairs.
As Mycroft went to take that first step off the landing, the hand that Greg had on his bum was suddenly in front and pressing at his tummy, holding him back. “Ah-ah, you know the rules.”
This made Mycroft stop short in his tracks and finally lift his head to peer at Greg, puzzled, with his foot hovering over the first step.
“No, you know how we do things around here,” Greg said. “What’s the rule about the steps.”
Mycroft blinked at him owlishly.
“Mike–sweetheart,” Greg caught himself before he could repeat his earlier mistake and use the wrong name at the wrong time. “You know well enough that little boys don’t go down these steps on their own.”
He could see the corner’s of Mycroft’s mouth turn down around his thumb. “Uh-huh, same rules for everyone, love.” Greg held out his hand and wiggled his fingers. “Hold my hand.”
Mycroft’s frown deepened as he glared down at Greg’s waiting hand, causing his brow to furrow.
Greg waggled his fingers again and this time, with much reluctance, Mycroft slowly reached out and took his hand.
“There’s a good lad. Now hold on to the banister.”
Mycroft’s head snapped up fast enough to make Greg wonder if he’d actually gotten dizzy (because he sure as hell did just from watching), and stared at him as if he’d grown a second head.
Greg already knew the problem…he’d gone through the same thing with Jawn and Sherlock both. Multiple times. “Yes,” he said, nodding his head towards Mycroft’s mouth. “That means that thumb has to come out. Just for a little while,” he was quick to add.
Mycroft’s flustered glare quickly devolved into a pure scowl…and even being dressed like an infant with his thumb in his mouth did little to diminish the effect of a true Holmes’ Scowl
™
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Good thing Greg was immune by now, having been on the receiving end of one many, many times before. “Mm-mm, no. Those are the rules.” ‘The rules that you made, you tit,’, he added silently.
Mycroft’s eyes widened momentarily–it must have been quite a shock for him to be told ‘no’ still, Greg thought– before his expression returned to that sour pucker of his. With a stomp of his foot, he yanked his hand out of Greg’s and whirled around, turning his back to him.
“Ah, now see…that’s just going to get you left up here by yourself while I go enjoy our secret downstairs.” Greg turned to do just that, and barely made it to the second step before a loud “NO!” stopped him. He looked over his shoulder.
Mycroft was now facing him again, only this time his hands (both of them) were at his sides, balled into fists, and there was a noticeable wobble to his bottom lip that belied his glare. Which wasn’t even a glare so much anymore, as much as an attempt to keep from pouting.
Which was the cutest eff’ing thing to Greg…he couldn’t help but grin, in spite of the ‘stern’ front he was trying to pull off.
“Yeah, good choice. I don’t like being left alone, either.” Greg offered his hand to Mycroft again. “And look, your thumb left all on it’s own…might as well take the banister and come down with me anyway, since he’s out of the way and all.”
The grinning seemed to put Mycroft at ease again, and the rest of his grumpy facade fell away with just the tiniest bit of a pouty lip left behind. He took Greg’s hand without any hesitation this time and held onto the banister with the other before coming down to join Greg.
Greg just stood there for a moment, beaming like an idiot. He genuinely couldn’t be more proud of his little guy; “Look at you, making all the right choices today,” he said, and brought Mycroft’s hand up to his lips to place a kiss on his knuckles.
The blush returned to Mycroft’s cheeks in an instant, and he dipped his head again…
…but not before Greg caught the tiny hint of a smile.
Greg’s heart melted…seriously, this was the best idea ever. It didn’t matter how the rest of the day went–that was a moment of pure gold.
They finally made their way down the stairs–slowly, one step at a time, and with Greg counting each one out loud, just like he did with the other boys. Of course, Mycroft didn’t loin in the way they did, but that was okay…he wasn’t scowling anymore, and that was all that mattered.
“Annnnnn, seventeen! Good job!” Greg cheered as they reached the bottom step. He held his and Mycroft’s hands aloft like a pair of winning boxers, and Mycroft had just won the grand title or championship, whatever it is that boxers win; “Yaaaay!”
Mycroft giggled–actually giggled, and pulls his hand out of Greg’s…though playfully this time. “Noooooooo.”
“Yeeeees, Greg teased and poked the bit of Mycroft’s tummy that was showing above the waist of his training pants, making him giggle again and twist away. “Nooooooo!”
Greg laughed; “Okay, okay, Greg’ll stop. So, you ready for your surprise, or should we go back upstairs and go back to bed?!?”
Mycroft, who was smiling just as brightly as Greg was from ear-to-ear, shook his head. “No!” he giggled, and rocked forward on his toes.
“Okay, Happy Feet,” Greg chuckled. “But you gotta close your eyes first.”
Once again, there was no hesitation before Mycroft did exactly as Greg asked and closed his eyes, squinching them shut tight.
Greg couldn’t believe it….this was working!
He moved behind Mycroft and put his hands on his hips, then started to move them to the sitting room. “No peeking! Keep those peeper’s shut!”
“No!” Mycroft chirped, and covered his own eyes with his hands.
They came to a stop in the entrance way to the room. “Now, wait for it…” Greg said, while Mycroft practically bounced on his toes; “…wait…waaaaaiiiiit…now!”
Mycroft dropped his hands….and the giggling stopped. The bouncing stopped. He froze.
John looked up from where he sat on the sofa, his mouth dropping open slightly, Sherlock looked up from where he sat at John’s feet, where he was in the midst of building an elaborate castle, and gasped. “HI, MY’COFF!” he called out, and waved his brother over excitedly.
Greg went to prod Mycroft along into the room; “Look who came to play, say ‘hi’, Mycro–!” Greg was cut short as Mycroft’s head whipped around like the possessed girl from that old movie he saw only once as a kid (that had given him nightmares for months afterwards…hence the ‘only once’ part).
Just as sure as the look on Mycroft’s face was going to be giving him nightmares now…if he didn’t spontaneously combust first, that it.
Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
This is the chapter where we really hit our stride and started charming the pants off everyone, lol.
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Jawn held up his hand, pointer finger extended, hovering above
Sherlock’s face…then jabbed the little detective square on the nose,
making him go cross-eyed. “BEEP!”
Sherlock’s eyes went wide and he clasped both hands over his nose.
‘Oh God, here we go,’
Mycroft thought. He strode over to the pair, fully anticipating the
moment when Sherlock would burst into tears (and he couldn’t really
blame him this time; that jab had looked hard from all the way across
the room!), when the overgrown tyke surprised both of them by dissolving
in huge, gut-busting belly laughs. “ ‘gain! ‘gain!” he chanted, moving
his hands out of the way and Jawn, grinning like the Joker in a pack of
cards, poked him again.
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