MCYT Age Regression

More Warm

Plot: Quackity and Charlie just came back from a winter event that was outside. Even with the heat on a high 76°F (24°C) Quackity is still cold from the weather. Despite Quackity's attitude Charlie wants him to be little and comfortable like he should always be.

TW: naughty/mean things said in the beginning (No one's feelings hurt though!) 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Little: Quackity
Nicknames: Ducky, Duckling
CG: Charlie
Nicknames: Char, Da

Relationship: I wrote it was highly implied

This was requested by luxxicious! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! Also sorry it took so long it's been a busy week.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Charlie and Quackity pulled into the driveway of Quackity's house, they were happy they were home. They went to see ice sculptures for a few hours, then made snowmen and had a snowball fight in the park, lastly they had snow cones. Although Charlie knew he was going to be in the cold for a while, he still insisted on wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. About halfway through the day, Charlie had to steal Quackity's earmuffs and scarf, which made Quackity complain. Quackity was dressed in so many different layers so Charlie had to drive the two home. 

"Char, I literally told you to dress warmer and now my heat bill is gonna run sky high because of you," Quackity complained struggling to get out of the car because of all his layers. "Yeah yeah, just try to get out the car first," Charlie snickered. Quackity huffed and jumped onto Charlie's back. Charlie made him get off his back, turned around, and carried him despite it being difficult because of all the layers. 

Charlie somehow carried Quackity into the house and placed him on the couch, "I'm going to take a shower, stay here." Charlie walked out and turned to the left, which was the wrong direction to the bathroom. "Hey, wrong way you dum dum sucker!" Quackity laughed. Charlie rolled his eyes but continued left. Quackity snickered at the thought of being able to get back at him. His thoughts were interrupted by something fuzzy and warm around his shoulders. Charlie was wrapping him in a blanket then placed his favorite stuffed duck beside Quackity. Charlie then held a blue paci by Quackity's mouth, which he eagerly took, and sucked on happily. The slipping little looked into the eyes of  his caregiver innocently. Charlie smiled and turned on Bluey, which was the ducking favorite show, then kissed him on the cheek, "Be a good duckling for a few minutes and I'll make you some angel milk or hot chocolate, it's whatever you want ducky." Quackity kicked his feet excitedly, he was determined to be good now! "Bu bye Da!" 

It had been about 30 minutes since Charlie left the little when Quackity was too busy to realize Charlie had come back, "Have you decided what you wanted Ducky?" Quackity whipped his head around giving his full attention to his caregiver. "Choc an milk!" the little smiled. "I don't know if it will work but I'll try," Charlie rubbed little Quackity's head then head off to the kitchen. He put a pot out on the stove turning the heat on medium, he then grabbed milk from out the fridge and poured it in the pot. He slowly added sugar and extra vanilla extract, Quackity liked his angel milk with a lot of vanilla. Charlie remembered that he wanted chocolate in it so he took apart a chocolate bar, threw it in, and stirred until it was evenly brown, he took a spoonful in his mouth and hummed. 

"Little duckling! Do you want a bottle or sippy cup," Charlie yelled. Quackity ran into the kitchen with the blanket then thought about his caregiver's question long and hard. The little shrugged. "Well how old are you?" Charlie asked. Quackity looked down and shrugged again. "How about you cuddle up with me and I give you a bottle?" Charlie asked trying to make him feel better. Quackity smiled then ran to the couch. Charlie took a bottle out of the cabinet then filled it up.

Charlie dimmed the lights before going to the couch to attempt to get the little ready for bed. Quackity made grabby hands towards his caregiver signaling he wanted him. "Be patient Duckling," Charlie snickered holding his little boy in his arms. The caregiver put the bottle up to Quackity's lips, which the little took eagerly. 

Quackity finished the bottle relatively quickly. Unfortunately, Quackity still wasn't sleepy after having his bottle. Charlie had to get creative for putting the little to sleep because it was already midnight. Charlie picked Quackity up, grabbed his paci, and placed it in the little's mouth, then started to rock him in an up and down motion. After a while, Quackity started to yawn and wrap his hands around his caregiver's neck. "Feeling sleepy Ducky?" Charlie whispered. Quackity didn't speak but shook his head in his chest. "Yes you are, let's get you into jammies and then it's bedtime," Charlie carried Quackity to his bedroom. 

He sat the little on the bed and went to his closet. "Do you want to wear you duck jammies?" charlie asked flipping through outfits in the closet. "Duck!" Quackity exclaimed in confirmation. What little Quackity didn't know is that the onesie was actually a chicken but no one will tell him that, it will probably break his little heart. Charlie threw the onesie on the bed then headed to the bathroom on the side. He opened the cabinet under the sink and grabbed a diaper then walked back to the bedroom. Quackity immediately started whining. "We have to put it on you because we don't know your age," Charlie attempted to negotiate. Quackity huffed and crossed his arms, he knew that he wasn't going to win this battle. He allowed his caregiver to change him and get him dressed. Charlie picked him up and rocked him once more in the same motion but this time, he was singing to the little. Quackity yawned and his head started to fall, which meant that it was time to put him down to sleep. Since Charlie was rocking him in bridal style, it was easier for him to put little Quackity to bed. He put him down in bed then tucked the little in. Quackity spit out his paci, "Seep wif me?" Charlie smiled at the tired little, "of course Ducky." Charlie looked back in the closet and grabbed a tee shirt and short and got dressed fast so he wasn't keeping the little waiting long. Charlie quickly got into bed and put Quackity's paci back in his mouth. Charlie took his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand. He yawned himself and pushed the little's hair out of his face. Quackity was already asleep. Charlie snaked his arm under Quackity then pulled him closer to him. He yawned one last time, kissed his little's forehead, and went to sleep himself. 

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well I haven't posted in a while lmao sorry it's been a busy week. I had to get this part out today because I got driver's training and try outs AND softball all in the same day. Should I post more TW for the little's that are reading these? Let me know. Have a good day, afternoon, evening, night!

Requests are open!

Word Count: 1219