#little izzy hands

[manycatsao3]

Also!!! Little beeby baby Izzy does not understand why his balance is all different now he lives on land in mama and baba's inn, just being sat up is kinda dizzying and baby does not like that!! Time to invest in a good baby gym to hang toys from because Izzy is only gonna lay on his back for a few weeks

#fandom agere #ofmd agere #little izzy hands #inner child therapy

[tasteofdeathao3]

Izzy is usually the tiniest teeniest little colicky baby but occasionally he only drops around 2-3 and spends all his time following Stede around to tell him what he's doing wrong, that his handwriting isn't straight enough on the page, that the sun is too bright today, that Stede should actually button his jacket up like this (with all the buttons out of order), that when papa goes to bed he just takes off his leathers so why doesn't Stede, instead of wearing those dumb dresses?

Which means Stede is going around all day narrowly avoiding putting Izzy in a premature nap time because he's being constantly made fun of by a two year old boy who thinks he's hilarious and also the smartest person ever in the whole world

#fandom agere #agere #sfw #age regression #ofmd agere #little izzy hands #ofmd regression #cg stede bonnet #little izzy

[downupthebayleaf]

I can't stop thinking about little Izzy with a prosthetic i need someone to talk about this with!!!!!!!! Literally the tiniest darling who needs a bit of help getting it on and off, needing just a bit more help to get around because toddling away with one wooden leg tends to be a bit hard when you can barely keep yourself upright

#I love him so much #people please talk to me about him #I almost wish we found out before I started all in time so that I could give him one #but that does give me a thought..... hmmmm #fandom agere #ofmd agere #age regression #little izzy hands #izzy hands agere

[kayjaydee17]

Ok, so it’s theoretically possible to make men lactate. Like, certain drugs do it as a side effect, and you can induce it in both men and women if you give the right hormones.

I headcanon this as an option that is perfected in ‘Don’t Worry Baby’-verse, and now I am begging Stede to commit to the bit.

At least take a leaflet on it when he’s at the doctor’s with Izzy!

Anon, I love you and would kind of like to kiss you on the mouth. (in a non-creepy way. is it possible to say that to an anon in a non-creepy way??)

I've read and loved my fair share of induced lactation fics. I don't know if I'll go that route in the DWB 'verse, but please know that I LOVE it.

And, uh, because I couldn't help myself, here, have a brief little bit of smut about it. 

Contains lactation, breastfeeding, age regression, diapers, wetting.

Izzy's such a messy little when he nurses. It's funny, because he's relatively neat when he takes a bottle. A little spill or two down his chin, easily wiped away with a bib. Well, it's easy now that Stede's shaved his beard; some stubble has grown back and Stede can feel it scratching a little against his pec, along with the spill of milk.

Because Izzy can't seem to help but drool milk and saliva everywhere when he nurses. Milk dribbles down his chin as he sucks greedily at Stede's nipple. Stede's sitting in bed, leaning back against the headboard with Izzy cradled in his lap. He has a burp cloth over one shoulder just in case the little one starts feeling a little sick -- and even if he doesn't, Stede will need to clean up the mess he's made of himself and Stede's chest.

Izzy wriggles in Stede's lap. He's so warm, flushed all the way down his hairy chest. He's not wearing anything in his nappy, and it's one of Stede's favourite ways for him to be. But then again, so is Izzy running around in just a nappy and a T-shirt. Or when he's in a onesie with his nappy thick and bulky underneath. Or when he wears one of Ed's shirts and marches around pretending to be Daddy, giggling with every sentence.

He rubs Izzy's tummy, wincing as Izzy tries to latch on more firmly to his nipple.

"Gently, darling," he says, smoothing a hand over Izzy's hair. "No teeth, remember?"

"Sowwy, Papa," comes Izzy's little voice, and a fresh sputter of warm milk spills over Stede's skin. A second later, a tongue is lapping it up and Stede bites back a groan.

"Do I have a little kitten on my hands?" he says. "Licking up your milk?"

Izzy giggles. "Meow!" he says. "Kitty!"

"Papa's sweet little kitty," Stede says. "Keep drinking, kitten, you have to have your milk."

Izzy grows even more relaxed as he suckles. His eyes grow hazy and his eyelids start to droop. His mouth grows lax around Stede's nipple and his drooling gets more pronounced, milk dribbling down onto his chest.

And Stede knows what happens when he has a relaxed baby on his hands.

He squeezes the crotch of Izzy's nappy and sighs happily when he finds it wet and heavy. It was dry when they got into bed for Izzy's feeding. But the baby can't help himself. Every time he suckles at Papa's tits, he floods his nappy.

"Perfect boy," he says, kissing the top of Izzy's head and rubbing at his nappy. "Perfect little kitten."

#my fic #asked and answered #ofmd agere #little izzy hands

[strawberrysteeth]

Izzy and his Blåhaj

It's canon now

#little izzy hands #izzy and his Blåhaj #i can't stop laughing at this #fandom regression #sfw age regression

[babyjop]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach & Israel Hands, Stede Bonnet & Israel Hands, Kinda Pre-Steddyhands Characters: Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Comfort No Hurt, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Sharing a Bed, Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Age Regression Little Israel Hands, Age Regression Caregiver Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Age Regression Caregiver Stede Bonnet, Caregiving, Diapers, only shortly mentioned though Summary:

He and Ed couldn’t have been asleep for more than two, maybe three, hours when Stede was rudely awoken by being incessantly poked in the shoulder.

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Izzy wanders at night, right into Dadas and Babas bed.

#fandom agere #izzy hands agere #sfw #agere #little izzy hands #age regression #Hi I write fics and i love izzy #he is simply very small and my baby

[meyerlansky]

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmdedit #ofmddaily #izzy hands #con o'neill #hellkat maggie #hellcat maggie #[that's the historical spelling and also i love to see her!] #josie whittelsey #ofmd spoilers #izzy canyon #WE KNEW #LOVE TO HAVE CONFIRMATION #his little 'uh-huh' also had me fucking. rolling. GOD.

[blairpfaff]

izzy, lucius & jim

#he's their little buddy :) #izzy hands #jim jimenez #lucius spriggs #our flag means death #ofmdedit #ofmd spoilers #edits

[vseimenazanyati-dageeto]

*twirls hair* i dont fucking care but what else did he say about me??

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #izzy hands #this is also such a throw back to i could ne a captain scene from s1 #like he likes being praised for his competence so much he is actually gets a little breathless

[jaypentaghast]

ATTENTION EVERYBODY It's happened He called Stede Captain

#you have unlocked izzy hands' respect #sarcastically but still #izzy you're such a weird freaky little man #he's been officially adopted #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 spoilers #our flag means death s2 spoilers #izzy hands #stede bonnet #mine #gif

[stedebonnets]

Israel “Izzy” Hands + smiling

#my little unicorn!! love him sm! I would have liked to see him smile more he has a beautiful smile 💕 #izzy hands #con o'neill #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmdedit #ofmdaily #ofmdsource #dailypiratemedia #userben #userelio #usercaptainflint #userkristi #tvedit #filmtvcentral #my stuff #mygifs

[manycatsao3]

you are SO RIGHT about that changing table toy Izzy's just so small and everything can be a bit scary sometimes so he needs some extra help to feel safe!!!! and Stede finding new ways of helping him come to terms with needing that help + incorporating that into his regression oh my GOD you're a genius

Stede's #1 go to method for helping Izzy process things is through role play so he absolutely has a full like, baby doll nursery set and talks izzy through the play asking what he thinks baby needs, encouraging him telling him what a good job he's doing making sure the baby is fed and clean and happy, baby must be so happy being looked after so well!

He talks Izzy through his own care the same way he does with the play, telling him mama's gonna change him so he's all clean and cosy, feed his little tummy up and have a nice warm bath so he can sleep really good

Izzy is Very Anxious about being cared for, he does not want to be vulnerable in any way but he also has to admit he can't really care for himself when he's little. Stede also does things to help with the immediate anxiety whilst they make slow progress with the playing through Izzy's feelings; he has a special cuddle friend for changes that plays soft music when their tummy is squeezed and that will normally give Izzy five minutes of distraction while Stede gets through the scariest part of changing and by the time Izzy pays attention he's just getting a fresh nappy tapped on and that feels so nice that maaaybe next change he won't be crying his head off as soon as mama asks to check him (he absolutely will, because 3 hours will have passed and he will have forgotten that the last change was okay)

#fandom agere #ofmd agere #little izzy hands #caregiver stede bonnet #agere dips

[tasteofdeathao3]

ficlet in reference to this old post of mine regarding Izzy being an absoutely feral iPad kid

It’s late when Ed is disturbed by a heavy thump from down the hall. 

It had been an early morning and a late night - they’d promised to take Izzy to the farmers markets (which he’d barely enjoyed after slipping about 15 minutes after they arrived) and then had a long work event for Stede’s work (Izzy was old enough to decide he wanted to stay home alone without a babysitter, on the condition he called them the second he felt any smaller). 

Suffice to say, Ed is fucking tired. 

He rolls over onto his pillow, eyes finally slipping shut, and then the door goes. 

He can hear Stede puttering about with the broken dishwasher downstairs, so he knows it isn’t him, but Izzy was sent to bed an hour ago so the chance of him having had a nightmare was a lot higher. 

With a barely concealed groan he rolls over, swiping at his eyes. “You okay, baby?” 

When he finally gets a good look at him, Ed’s stomach drops. Izzy is pale, skin awash with a gaunt white colour and his eyes stretched wide open. His hair is mussed and sticking up in all directions. His knees and hands are trembling and his chest is rising and falling at such an impressive rate that Ed is surprised he hasn’t passed out yet. 

“Izzy,” He murmurs, tossing off the duvet and stepping out into the cool bedroom air. “What’s wrong?” 

Ed knows Izzy gets nightmares. Things haven't always been… great. Ed gets them often enough, but that stress and fear is always lessened by tucking himself into Stede’s side. Izzy's are less frequent, but he knows they’re far worse than any of Ed’s. 

It’s only been a few months since Izzy moved in full time, but even Ed knows he should've had a nightmare by now, so why wasn't he coming around? 

Izzy doesn't move when addressed. His hands are bound tight in the thin fabric of his onesie, but that doesn't stop them from trembling like mad. He swallows thickly, eyes darting around the room at incredible speed. 

“Hey, baby,” Ed coos as he takes cool and calm steps towards Izzy. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

Izzy shakes his head. His lip is being bit so hard that Ed worries it might just begin to bleed. 

“Can I touch you?” When Izzy nods, Ed sets his hands on his shoulders and slides them down until Izzy’s hands are stopped from trembled in his grasp. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asks softly. 

Izzy shakes his head again. 

Ed frowns. That’s unusual. Izzy doesn’t freak out over nothing. 

“What’s got you so scared, little swallow?” 

Izzy, when grown, is very hard to get any sort of reaction out of. He has an impeccable poker face, and knows all of his own tells well enough to keep them hidden. Tiny Izzy? Not so much. 

The way Izzy’s eyes flit to the ground is practically an admission of guilt in itself. Ed sighs. 

“Did you do something?”

Izzy hesitates, then shakes his head. He seems to consider it again before he nods rapidly instead. 

“You did?” Izzy nods faster. “What did you do?” 

Izzy’s watery eyes look up to meet his own and Ed frowns. 

“Did you break something?” 

Izzy shakes his head - inwardly, Ed is relieved. He doesn’t feel like sweeping up the remains of another light fitting when he’s this tired. 

“Did you hurt yourself?”  Thankfully, Izzy shakes his head again. 

Ed sighs. “Can you tell me what you’ve done?” 

Izzy shakes his head like Ed’s suggested something appalling. “Angry.” He whispers, barely opening his lips. 

Ed holds back a deep groan. “I won’t be angry, I promise.” Izzy’s eyes are shiny with tears and an innate sense of distrust. “I just need to know what happened, okay? Because it’s my job to take care of you.”

“Don’t hit.” Izzy’s eyes are large and shiny, his lip wobbling and his nose already running.

“Oh, oh, baby, I will never hit you. You know that. My job is to look after you, and if I hurt you then I’m not taking care of you, am I?”

Izzy hiccups as a new wave of tears tumble down his cheeks, and Ed coos softly, pulling Izzy into his arms. 

Ed knows Izzy well, probably better than anyone else they’ve ever met. If someone were to ask him the rule Izzy breaks most often (and seems to enjoy doing it), it would be Tablet Time. Ed rolls his eyes. He knows for a fact that neither he or Stede had checked that the iPad in its hot pink shatterproof case had been put back in it’s charging dock, and neither had set a lock on it to prevent Izzy using it for the several hours they were out. 

“Does this have something to do with your iPad?” Izzy stays carefully still in his arms, neither nodding nor shaking his head. That’s enough of an answer of Ed. 

“Did you watch something scary?” Izzy nods meekly into his shirt. “Why would you watch something scary right before bed, birdy?”

Izzy shakes his head. “D-didn’t know.” He hiccups, gulping down big breaths of air. 

“Ohh, you thought it was something safe, didn’t you?” Izzy wails into Ed’s chest, nodding. A part of Ed does feel quite bad for Izzy, even if he did bring this on himself. 

“Do you wanna show Baba the video?”

Izzy whines. 

“Just so I can see what happened, okay? Maybe I can make it better.” 

Izzy shakes his head again, fists tightening in Ed’s shirt. He really is quite upset, so Ed does what he must and hikes Izzy up into the air and pads back down the hallway. Izzy fights him the entire time, wriggling around above the ground, but Ed keeps him still with promises of no punishment to come and a steady pat on his lower back. 

“Where’s your iPad, Iz?” Ed asks. ‘

Izzy shakes his head and Ed sighs again. “I’m not going to take it from you, you’re not getting grounded, I just want to see what you saw.” 

Izzy groans but he does finally point - under the bed. 

“What were you doing under the bed?” Ed sighs, setting Izzy gently on the floor and diving between the very thin gap between Izzy’s bed and the floor. He hadn’t minded when Stede chose a low to the ground option for Izzy - for him it was either as high off the ground and possible or as close to it when it came to being small - but Ed is already sick of this bed. How did Izzy even get underneath this? He has half a mind to make Stede buy one that’s flush to the floor.

He manages  to grab the thing by the case’s handle, kicked all the way into the far corner under the bed. 

“How didn’t you get stuck under there?” Ed gasps upon pulling himself out, but instead of the little giggle he’d been aiming for, Izzy frowns and rubs at his head. 

Ed’s face falls. “Did you hit your head?” Izzy nods as his eyes flood all over again, bottom lip wobbling like mad. “Oh, my poor little swallow, come here.” He pulls Izzy back into his lap and smoothes over his hair, pressing a litter of soft kisses over the crown of his head. “Do you need an ice pack?” 

Izzy shakes his head no, but Ed gives him a few more kisses anyway.

Once he gets the tablet and finally gets it open (they would have to change the passcode yet again) he tucks Izzy’s head under his chin and pets his hair, still damp from his bedtime shower. 

The video looks pretty inconspicuous, just a collection of ‘best moments’ from some colourful cartoon that Ed can’t remember the name of for the life of him, but as he scrolls along he finds what he’s been looking for. It’s scary, he’ll admit it, enough to make him jump were he not trying to console Izzy already. Some very realistic looking zombie ghost thing that talks in a very low and spooky voice about a curse and something about visiting under the bed every night at 3 am… He rolls his eyes at the special effects, but holds Izzy even tighter when he stiffens at the sound of the voice. 

“That’s a scary video, isn’t it?” Ed whispers into Izzy’s ear, setting the ipad down and rocking him side to side. He’ll block the channel in the morning, but for now he needs to focus on Izzy. 

Izzy whimpers into his collarbone and wriggles even further onto Ed’s lap. 

“Lucky for you,” Ed grins, “I know how to fix it.” 

He scoops Izzy back up again - no easy feat without his knee brace - and ferries him downstairs, striding into the kitchen and hurrying to set him down before his arms give out. 

“Can you watch him for a second?” He asks Stede, who’s still half buried inside the leaking dishwasher. “I need to take a call.” 

Stede pokes his head out of the dishwasher, glancing at Izzy up on the counter before eyeing Ed curiously. “What’s he doing up?” 

“Saw another jumpscare.” He says, watching fondly as Stede rolls his eyes.

“Taking a call!” He exclaims, reaching for the landline on the wall - never used aside from the occasional telemarketer - and pressing a random selection of buttons. 

“Hello, Mister Buttons?” He says loudly, watching out of the corner of his eye as Izzy perks up at the name. 

“Yes, yes, I’m just calling about a curse!” He nods, leaving gaps between his sentences  as if someone is speaking between them. “It’s Izzy, Izzy’s been cursed!” 

“Uh huh. Yes. Oh, yes. No. I can definitely do that. And it only takes one try?” He glances back over to Izzy, listening intently. “Well thank you, Mister Buttons, for helping me with breaking the curse, thank you!” He hangs the phone back on its rest and turns around to face Izzy. 

“Good news!” He exclaims, reaching across to play with Izzy’s soft, unstyled hair. “I know how to break the curse!” 

Stede gives Ed another confused look. “What curse?” 

Ed brushes him off with a look that means later, and hugs Izzy close to his chest. “The way to break the curse,” He whispers conspiratorially  into Izzy’s ear, “Is to cuddle up close with your special teddy and come to bed with me and Mama.” 

Izzy gives him a funny look. 

“I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you about something as important as this.” Ed squeezes Izzy tight against his chest. “Being with people that love you very much will keep you safe, yeah? And Buttons said being with people that love you will make everything okay, alright?” 

Somewhat reluctantly, Izzy lets Ed step back and Ed takes the opportunity to nudge Stede. “You heard the man,” He says, “Time for bed. It’s our duty.” 

Stede grumbles - he had wanted to fix the dishwasher, even if everyone in the house knew he was incapable, but he stands anyway and makes his way over to Izzy. 

“Poor precious darling,” He coos, petting Izzy’s hair. “Come, my love, time for bed.” 

Ed lets Stede carry Izzy; he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself, but Stede somehow maintains an impressive amount of strength that allows him to hold Izzy in his arms for upwards of twenty minutes without a single strained muscle. Instead, he ducks into Izzy’s room and digs around the messy bedding for his teddy, a worn but thoroughly loved stuffed whale. 

When he returns to his and Stede’s room, Stede is already laying Izzy out in the middle of their bed. “You must’ve gotten such a fright, little sweetheart,” He coos, kissing Izzy’s forehead. “Are you wet?” 

Izzy shakes his head and Stede leaves it at that, quickly tugging off his very damp formal clothes and replacing it with one of his expensive pyjama sets. 

Ed climbs in and wriggles until he’s right up against Izzy, wrapping his arms tight around his shoulders. “Look who I brought!” He whispers, tucking the whale into Izzy’s arms. Izzy gasps softly and holds the little whale close, pressing his face into it’s plush belly. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles, muffled by the soft toy. 

“It’s okay, bub.” he says softly. “Time for sleep now, okay, little man?” 

Izzy nods, eyes fluttering closed as Stede slips into bed behind him and cuddles him up close. 

Ed sighs into Izzy’s hair, utterly exhausted. It’s sure to be a late morning for all of them, but that’s fine. All will be right in the morning.

#this is about those creepy momo videos #I was too old for momo when that happened but I used to get sick worrying about getting a jump scare video when I was little #this goes out to all the other children who got so frightened by mlp swearing that they would make themselves sick over it #agere #fandom agere #age regression #ofmd age regression #ofmd agere #little izzy hands #cg edward teach #cg stede bonnet #mod

[idzymi]

He’d be her favourite husband I’m telling you

#ofmd spanish jackie #spanish jackie #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd 2 #ofmd #spanish Jackie x Izzy hands #izzy indestructible little fucker hands #ofmd izzy hands

[kayjaydee17]

WIP Wednesday

A short little snippet from Don't Worry, Baby

Warnings: age regression, forced infantilism, daddy kink, baby talk, little!Izzy

Izzy will not stop clinging to Ed. Stede coaxes him into eating a slice of buttered toast, but he insists on sitting in Ed's lap while he eats. He takes very small bites, crumbs falling into his beard and chest hair, and peers around with wide eyes. "Papa house," he says.

Stede's stomach swoops at that little voice calling him Papa. "That's right," he says. "This is Papa's house, and it's Daddy's house, and it's your house."

Izzy touches his mouth; Stede searches his pockets for a pacifier, but comes up empty-handed. "No," Izzy says. "S'not my house." 

His words make Stede's heart twist. It's too reminiscent of Izzy's attitude from just a day or two ago, growled at him amongst plenty of swear words. It's terribly difficult to think about that Izzy returning when Izzy comes back up; hopefully enough time will have passed that he's come more to peace with his little side, that he understands that this is a good thing.

"It's your new house, darling," Stede says. "You live here with Daddy and Papa now."

Izzy whines, shaking his head. "Want -- want my 'partment," he says. "With... with Eddie."

#my fic #ofmd agere #ofmd fic #little izzy hands

[strawberrysteeth]

Big Izzy: *will literally get stabbed and will just keep on doing his job*

Little Izzy: *gets a paper cut and will cry for an hour and go find Ed and Stede so he can get kisses and hugs to make it all better*

#fandom regression #sfw age regression #our flag means death #little izzy hands #cg stede bonnet #cg edward teach