#i meant for this to be more age regression but i ran of room

[smallsafespace]

Strawberry outfits pt 1

#i meant for this to be more age regression but i ran of room #so oh well #agere #sfw agere #age regression #kidcore #agere game #age regression game #mix and match! #mine #fun fact: the background is a strawberry leaf!

[angelbaby-fics]

Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace and want to give them paci kisses and everytime she does she start to giggle 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Paci Kisses

Word Count: 640

A/N: Eeeep this idea is so so cute, thank you for requesting it!!! I don't know what else to say about this one other than I had a sweet time writing it & I hope you enjoy! 💕

Steve and Bucky were so very in love, and they weren’t afraid to show it. Every morning when Steve put breakfast down on the table, he’d kiss Bucky on the lips before they each began eating, their own little way of saying grace. Peter would always giggle, usually regressed around that silly age when kisses meant cooties, but you were too little to understand. Every time one of them left the house, they’d share a kiss; sometimes even just when one of them left the room. You were so tiny, you didn’t fully comprehend what it meant, your brain only really working in concepts. All you knew was that daddies meant love, and daddies kissed a lot, so kisses must mean love too. You wanted to return the favor.

That morning, you were woken up by Steve’s strong arms lifting you out of your crib. You blinked sleepily and smiled at him from behind your paci, your cheeks rounding out and your eyes squinting as you did so.

“Good morning angel, I love you,” Steve greeted, always wanting the first thing you heard every morning to be words of love. He kissed you on the forehead and shifted you into the crook of his arm so he could carry you out into the living room with one hand. As he did so, you leaned forward, tapping the plastic of your pacifier against his cheek. 

“Woah, what was that, baby?” Steve asked with a slight chuckle. He didn’t think you’d really be violent with him, but he wasn’t sure what you could be doing when you clumsily headbutted his cheek. 

You were too small to explain it, your little brain couldn’t find the words. All you could think to do was kiss him, over and over and over. 

“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” You mumbled softly from behind the paci, softening your taps in the hopes he’d get the memo. And boy did he. “Is that a kiss? Are you kissing daddy?” Steve asked with wide, excited eyes and laughter in his voice.

You nodded, giggling as you kissed him again, again, again. Steve kissed you back, planting his lips on the plastic, which made you giggle even more. Then, he carried you into the living room where Bucky and Peter were, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Buck! Look what our baby can do!” He said with glee, and then tapped on his cheek, motioning for you to kiss him once more, which you did joyously.

Bucky cheered and clapped for you, getting up from the couch to give a standing ovation, which made you beam even harder from behind the paci. 

“Can I have one, babydoll?” He asked eagerly, and you nodded, reaching out from Steve’s arms towards Bucky’s.

You happily kissed your Baba all over his face, giggling after each one until eventually the kisses devolved into you just nuzzling your paci across his cheeks like a puppydog. Steve joined the cuddlefest on the couch, pinching your little round cheeks. Peter had been distracted from his toys since the moment you entered the room, watching your interactions with captivated awe, but he finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up, letting a toy car fall from his hand with a clatter. 

“‘S not fair! I want kisses too!” He whined with a pout.

You didn’t want your Petie to feel left out, you loved him just as much as you loved your daddies of course. You reached out to him now, kicking your little feet with delight as he ran over to the three of you. Now your whole family was together on the couch, and you took turns kissing each of them, and each of them took turns kissing you. You’d already mastered your newest skill, and you couldn’t wait to keep practicing every single day.

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #bucky x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #cg!bucky #cg!steve #cg x little!reader #peter x little!reader #little!peter x little!reader #marvel agere #agere fic #chloe's fic

[dragcnbreak]

hiii can u maybe do a drabble with little!mike, like he wakes up tiny after a nightmare and cg!reader (masc if thats okay :)) has to comfort him? i love ur mike drabbles and headcanons btw theyre so RASKJHFLD /pos /nf obviously :)

HI FRIEND <3 I literally have like 7 requests to get to but I decided to write this because little!mike and I love the idea <3 ive kinda avoided using daddy because of how sexualized the term is but I use it here! I hope you don’t mind; I can always change it!!! I hope you enjoy <33

◞♡࿐ (post movie, so contains spoilers)

You were asleep when Mike woke up, sweating and crying. He had just woken up from a nightmare featuring the yellow rabbit, the man who had hurt his little brother and almost his little sister too. He had a bad day before and was ultimately exhausted so his nightmare made him age regress.

“Daddy,” he cried out for you, softly shaking your shoulder, “please wake up.” In his dream, the yellow rabbit had hurt you too and he couldn’t bare it if his dream had become reality. You were too important to him. When you didn’t wake up, Mike began sobbing even more and shaking you even harder. “Please, don’t tell me the bad man hurt you too.”

Fortunately, you had woken up and caught the last half of Mike’s sentence. “Hey hey hey bear, I’m okay. Daddy’s okay.” You reassured him, mumbling with sleep still evident in your voice. You slowly sat up on your elbows and gathered your boy into a hug, running your hands along his back in a repetitive manner to soothe him.

“Do you want to tell me what happened? What bad man?” You asked even if you likely already knew. You had barely known Mike when he worked at Freddy’s but you had heard plenty about the events surrounding William Afton from him, Vanessa, and even Abby.

Mike sniffled, “the yellow rabbit. The one who took Garrett and almost hurt Abby. He had hurt you this time and I couldn’t save you and he laughed and laughed and laughed. And then he came to hurt me and that’s when I woke up.” He started to sob more because of his rambling, this time in your arms.

You lifted a hand up and ran your fingers through his soft hair. “Oh, I’m so sorry, baby boy. That must have been so scary. But I’m okay and so is Abby. She’s right down the hall and I’m right here with you in my arms, safe and sound.” Mike nodded but kept crying, clearly still upset with his dream.

You began to think of ways to further calm him that didn’t involve staying up too much longer. He might not want to sleep again but you know he should, as he’s always tired. “Hey, how about we go warm you up some milk? And then I can borrow a book from Abby and read you a bedtime story? Does that sound okay?” Mike blanched at the thought of sleeping again but nodded anyway.

“That’s my good boy.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead and detached yourself from him, quickly getting up and rushing over to his side of the bed. You helped him up and held his hand as you walked to the kitchen together. You knew he was regressed to his usual age of about 10 but the fact that he didn’t reject your hand holding meant he was still pretty scared.

You arrived at the kitchen with your boy in tow, grabbing a pot and the gallon of milk in the fridge. You poured out some milk into the pot and turned the stove on before putting the milk back in its place. You grabbed a plastic spoon to stir and began to hum softly, squeezing Mike’s hand as you did.

Soon enough, the milk was warm enough (as per your taste tester’s word) and you still held hands on the way back to his room. He sipped his milk and sat on the bed. You ran your fingers through his hair once again and then made your way to Abby’s room. You were plenty quiet as you grabbed a book you knew Mike liked.

Back in his room, Mike had laid back down and put his glass on the bedside table, his eyes already starting to close. But he fought it, wanting to hear you telling him a bedtime story. And so you began telling it, making sure to do all the voices you know he loved to hear. He giggled at the appropriate times, still sniffling a bit as he drank some more milk.

Within a few minutes, you had finished the story and looked up to see the glass empty and your boy soundly asleep. You smiled fondly and shut the book softly. Putting it next to the glass, you got back into bed with Mike. You moved him slightly so you could spoon him, hoping to protect him from any more nightmares. And with that, you fell back asleep as well.

#mine #text #asks #pyr0-bra1ni4c #sfw agere #sfw age regression #agere #age regression #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x male reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy’s movie #my fanfics

[v3nusxsky]

Hi Mars! Hope you are doing well. Was wondering if you could do a regression fic with Larissa/Enid/reader where Larissa already having taken care of Enid and reader stumbles upon them one day and Enid calls her mama or something, and reader just jumps right in and reader and Larissa takes care of Enid while she's small? Maybe ending the day with them all cuddled together for a nap and reader says "two of my favorite girls, how did I get so lucky" idk, it's been on my mind lately.

My girls| Agere

*Authors note~ more Agere bc I'm a sucker for Agere rn also love Larissa a cg and how Enid is involved*

Trigger warnings~ age regression, little r little Enid regression due to abuse and mental health cg Larissa

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Since Enid arrived at Nevermore, Larissa just knew that she was different. Seeing how her peers, pack members and own brothers treated her honestly broke the blonde headmistress's heart. Enid hadn't wolfed out with her brother's which indicated she had yet to experience her wolf so naturally Larissa called her in for a meeting to see how she was settling in.

Enid could only gain her claws and little wolf ears, and clearly that greatly impacted the blonde teen's confidence and self esteem. It truly wasn't her fault and Larissa made sure to remind her that she is perfect how she is and it will happen when the time is right. Not everyone works on the same timeline and that's what makes us all unique. Enid being no different in that aspect of her life. The principals office would always be open to any of Nevermore's students and if Enid ever needed a safe person to come to then Larissa Weems made sure she knew that she is safe.

Perhaps that's why parents weekend, Enid ran to the office ears sprouted out of her head tears trailing down her cheeks, the pink and blue ends of her hair seeming dulled down due to her mood. If it was possible Enid seemed small than normal, silently sobbing causing her frame to shake with the force of her sobs. Larissa was startled to say the least but immediately approached the girl and outstretched her arms offering what she was secretly craving. Affection and attention allowed her to truly slip into her headspace and shocked the older woman, "momma mmm need swafes" she mumbled around her thumb. Knowing Enid could get her claws she instantly removed the thumb to be met with whines of displeasure and her distress. "Shhh pup, it's not safe lovely, perhaps we could find you something else to suckle on?"

That was how Larissa knew of Enid's regression. So when you joined Nevermore, you were roomed with Enid and Wednesday. You instantly were drawn to Enid's side of the room, the bright colours, the stuffies and colouring books sprawled on the bed sort of gave Enid away. What confirmed it for you was Enid's panicked thoughts at you being near her bedside table where her buba was. Perhaps you wouldn't be so alone here. It was apparent that the two teens you shared a room with were crushing on one another and in fact Wednesday had even been comforting Enid during slips which meant Larissa hadn't seen much of Enid.

But of course the Addams family do nothing by halves and Wednesday left a week early for the break. Leaving you and Enid alone in the room. You didn't mind it so much, you and Enid got on well but then so did you and Wednesday, most the teachers began calling you the three musketeers. It was like you were a perfect mix of Wednesday and Enid. Your friends knew you could mind read but you'd promised to stay out of their heads as much as you possibly could now.

Returning from your walk you were exhausted and sweaty but most of all not feeling any better, anniversaries were always hard for you. No Enid to be found but you decided to shower first before finding her. You could feel your headspace changing during your shower but of course you fought it until you'd be safe to do so. Little did you know you we're projecting your thoughts of little headspace and Enid had attempted to return before being assaulted with those images and running off to find her momma.

After your shower, still no Enid, so you went off in search for her, only to find her thoughts leading you to Larissa's office. There you saw Enid on the principal's lap, wolf ears on full display as she suckled on what appeared to be the woman's finger. "It's okay pup, she'll be back soon and in the meantime momma is here darling, you'll be okay sweet one. Do we know why we are feeling little sweetheart?" She whispered softly causing Enid to whimper and shake her head before both woman we thrown into your own mind. Images of you curled up in bed sobbing with your favourite hiding stuffie and sucking on your thumb filled both their minds, crying for something you couldn't have, it would appear you'd regress just a little bit smaller than Enid based on what you showed them. Incoherent whines of no and mean man were whimpered in the thoughts and in real life.

"Oh!" Larissa gasped as your ability relaxed revealing you stood there tears in your eyes shaking mumbling apologised over and over. Larissa offering a soft smile and call you over to them. "Little pup, can we make room for your friend here? I think they could really use cuddles too" Larissa murmured before helping you settle next to Enid. You all stayed like that till you were calmer and Enid was slowly drifting off now you could see her flesh coloured paci that was slipping out of her mouth in her sleepy haze. "Right my darlings let's go nap in my room, Y/n can you stand little one I need to wake pup here."

You standing nervously allowed Larissa to gently rouse Enid and encourage her to walk to her mommas bed. From there you both settled onto the bed that the principal held in her office for students in tough situations, Enid being snuggled up in a beautiful blue puppy blanket that she happily nuzzled with her head rested on the principals body. You shivered shyly not wanting to be too obvious in your need for her attention and comfort but also lost on what to say. When you regressed it was normally non verbal but you'd project with your thoughts to communicate.

Larissa soon realised you liked skin on skin in this mindset, you happily sucked on your fingers as she placed her blazer over your body promising to get you a special blanket like Enid's. Enid likes to be called pup in regression but for you she had no idea until you projected an image a your desired name. You were harder to settle than Enid because you didn't have your special binki here or your stuffie but eventually you gave into the exhaustion and slept on the other side to Enid, Larissa's skilled hands rubbing soft slow circles on your back. "Two of my favourite girls, how did I get so lucky?" She murmured lovingly towards her two students that truly had some of the harshest childhoods she knew of. Knowing how rough she found her own and what she would crave made it easier to be a safe person and caregiver to her now two girls. It didn't take Larissa long to fall into a slumber with you and Enid snuggled into her.

Word count~ 1285

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #principal larissa weems #larissa x you #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #Larissa #larissa cg #principle weems #weems #safe agere

[agerefandom]

Flips!Christine and Erik Headcanons

(I put this set under a 'read more' because while I do skirt around their relationship in my Erik agere content, it's harder to avoid the fact that Erik was very much an adult when they met when I'm writing about Chrstine's regression, so because of mentions of that, I'm putting a content warning here for the age gap: although my headcanons are set in a time when they're both adults, that isn't intended to fix the previous imbalance)

The two of them have come to revel in the oddness of their relationship: they have been enemies and lovers and predator and prey, and now that Christine has gained her own claws, they come together on shifting ground

Erik has always known about Christine’s regression: she was often young when she wept for her father in the empty rooms of the opera house, where her angel’s voice would soothe her to sleep

Many nights, he would carry her back to bed once she had succumbed to slumber, and tuck her in as he imagined a father might

Those nights made him feel desperately protective and desirous of the same gentle treatment, which he himself had never received

Christine did not take long to find out about Erik’s regression in return, and once she told him that she wanted to help, he always immediately ran to her to cling when he was regressed

This is one single edge of their complicated relationship, but it is a very meaningful and gentle part that they both prize dearly

Erik calls her ‘mama’ and Christine melts for it every time

Christine still calls him ‘angel’ when she’s small: a bittersweet thing for the two of them, but innocently meant in her regression

They don’t get along when they’re both regressing, and tend to give each other space and time: they both need a gentle hand that the other can’t quite give when they’re both small

Erik has a much more dissociative experience with regression, with memory loss and confusion upon regressing and aging up again

Christine tends to have more memories shared, and less disorientation, but she’s also more prone to regressing in stressful situations, whereas Erik regresses when he feels safe (or is waking from a nightmare)

Both of them are very clingy to their caregiver when they’re regressed and the other is around, but they can also spend a day alone when regressed and have a good time doing that as well, especially Christine, who likes to dig in the garden

they both enjoy sharing music through regression: Erik is a magnificent musician at any age, and Christine likes to sing simpler songs when she's regressed, which Erik never fails to praise her for

Christine likes to read books but Erik prefers to be moving or creating, too restless unless it's time for a nap, but he'll make an exception if Christine will cuddle him while she reads out loud

#i've already shared some of these #but it's good to have them in context! #not...entirely sure how to tag the warnings on this one #poto agere #fandom agere #requests #my headcanons #my writing #tw age gap #tw unhealthy relationship #if anyone has ideas for a better tag let me know! #ask to tag #phantom of the opera

[doctorcrowleywho]

Safe in your Embrace Part 1. (Crowley x Age Regressed reader)

Word count -   1477

Warnings - age regression, mentions of a bad home life (having to grow up quickly), and struggles with finishing a meal

Pairing(s) - Crowley x gn! reader

Summary - You regress in front of Crowley for the first time and it goes better then either of you expected it to

You never meant for it to happen. At least not this way. In fact if you were being totally honest with yourself you’ve never actually done *it* before. The whole thing was a bit new to you, and it even kind of scared you. 

Well if it was that scary you might as well name it. You’ve been flirting with the idea of healthy age regressing for a while now. You never really got a chance at a healthy childhood. Your mother viewed you more as a mini-her more than her own child, and your father was well…unavailable. Practically from the ripe age of six, you were forced to grow up very quickly. Even throughout adulthood your mother never seemed to lessen up on you when it came to constant guilt trips. So naturally, you craved the innocence you never got to have. 

When you thought about it realistically and didn’t just daydream about it, a dozen and one what if’s flooded your head. You tried to quiet them with an intense amount of research. Which, did seem to help a little bit. But, it didn’t seem to quiet a few nagging intrusive thoughts. 

 What if people think it's weird? What if I get so used to it that I can’t control it? What if *he* thinks I’m so weird about it that he leaves.

Oh, good gods, he’s going to leave. 

I mean how could he leave he’s a demon after all. He’s his own brand of weird. 

Even so, you tried your best to hide it. Convincing yourself to bury it deep down, even though that never ever works. You’d never actually do it, especially not in front of him….right?

Well, that’s what you led yourself to believe until one night everything cracked open like a water damn ready to overflow. The pressure in your life was getting all too much. You were behind on just about a dozen and one assignments, your laundry and trash were piling up in your apartment, and don’t even get me started on the pressures put on you at work. Leave it to your mom to push you over the edge. 

“Well just be careful that you don’t lose your job!” she hissed over the phone.

“Mom I was literally sick there wasn’t anything I could have done and at least I got a doctor's note-” you began to ramble as you ran a hand through your hair. Currently, you were pacing back and forth in Crowley’s bedroom that he let you take your phone call in. Little did you know he was protectively listening to every word outside the door. 

“Okay well just be careful, don’t want you loosing another job-” she started to go on one of her classic rants and you hurriedly cut her off.

“Right I’m always careful, love you say hi to dad if you can bye!” you hung up the phone before lightly throwing it in the other corner of the room. Slowly you felt your knees give way and the rest of your body soon followed suit. 

However, a pair of familiar arms were there to catch you. Almost if on cue, being the clever demon that he is. He immediately pulled you into his chest as you cried gentle quiet tears. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe with me,” he murmured kissing the top of your head. 

Suddenly, something in you snapped in half and you began to regress. Maybe this was your chance to be absolutely safe with you. You prayed to god that he’d understand. Slowly you brought your thumb up to your lips and began to suck, which seemed to calm your nerves even more.

“Safe with Crowie.” you repeated softly which made his head pick up a little bit. He looked down at you with wide curious eyes as he tried his very best to figure out what you were going through. He took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand before fully pulling you into his lap. 

Instinctively you curled in closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your head into his chest. “That's right angel your safe with me,” he repeated reassuringly hearing you happily hum in response “, what would you like to do darling?”  he asked rubbing soothing circles into your back. 

You thought for a couple of moments looking up at him with the cutest wide eyes in the entire universe (at least in Crowley’s opinion) before you gasped excitedly “Monchie time!” you giggled rubbing your tummy. 

Crowley raised an eyebrow out of curiosity once more before repeating “Monchie time?” slowly as if it were a foreign word he was trying to carefully learn. You nodded your head excitedly rubbing your tummy even more. This was when he decided to fall back on a rule he once heard ‘Do first, ask later’ or something of the sort. All Crowley knew was you were obviously doing this to cope, and he’d be damned if he ruined it for you. So, of course, he’d go along with it. 

“Oh duckling are you hungry!” he asked cocking his head to the side which earned a very happy ‘mmhmm’ from you. At this, he scooped you up as if you weighed nothing at all and carried you all the way to the dining table. As he set you down in the chair you did a small happy dance as he leaned against the counter. “Now what should we eat tonight hm? Is there anything my little angel is craving?” he said watching you carefully. 

“Dino nuggies!” you cheered before quickly adding “with appey sauce.” nodding as if you’ve just made a wonderful point, and to you- you had. With a snap of his fingers, he made a plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets, apple sauce, and broccoli appear in front of you.

You gasped in amazement at his little trick. Little you had forgotten all about the whole miracle thing, and honestly, Crowley found it absolutely adorable. “How did Crowie do dat?” you wondered aloud blinking slowly.

“Magic,” he said with a wink bopping your nose “, now eat your food and then we can watch TV in bed,” he said knowing it was a surefire way to make you finish your meal. 

“Bluey?” you asked quietly.

“Yes duckling, we can watch bluey.” he smiled a fang popping out innocently on his bottom lip.

At that, you picked up your nuggets and played dinos as they went into your mouth. Even mixing a few with your apple sauce. It was a weird combo, but part of you seemed to like it. However, you left your broccoli untouched and hoped Crowley wouldn’t notice. “All done!” you giggled hiding your plate.

“Dove,” he said sternly but not enough to scare you (no not ever to scare you) “, show me all of the plate.” 

“No.” you simply said sticking your tongue out, there was no way in hell he was going to win this fight.

“Show me the plate now or no Bluey!” he threatened gently crossing your arms. Your eyes went wide as your lip trembled, slowly you removed your hand showing him the broccoli still on your plate. 

“Duckling you gotta eat your veggies if you wanna grow big and strong,” he said sitting in the chair across from you. 

You pouted crossing your arms “Don’t wanna….ts yucky” you said sticking your tongue out which made the demon chuckle. You could really be the absolute cutest sometimes.

“I’ll tell you what if you eat your broccoli I’ll let you eat ice cream in bed.” he bargained knowing full well he’d never be a fantastic parent. He’d give into everything way too easily. 

This got your attention, and you hurriedly scooped all the broccoli you could into your mouth before consuming it all. A full duck cackle was heard from your partner's lips as he shook his head. 

“Crowie proud?” you asked presenting your empty plate with the up-most pride. Even when you were big you sometimes struggled with finishing meals, so even Crowley knew this was an accomplishment. 

“Yes duckling Crowie is very proud,” he sighed happily making you squeal and wiggle in your seat “, now come on let's get ready for Bluey yeah?” he said standing up and got ready to offer you his hand up.

This was before you did the well know ‘grabby hands’ and he fake pouted down at you. “Uppies please” you pouted right back. 

“Oh does someone want uppies?” 

“Yes pwease.” 

With his typical demonic dramatic sigh, he lifted you up and carried you bridal style into the bedroom that already had a few stuffie surprises waiting for you. You felt truly safe knowing that Crowley would never leave you. You would always be safe in his embrace, and that’s all you ever needed to know.

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Author’s note - thank you for reading this if you did! This is based off of something that happened to me kind of recently, and I had an itch to write something about it. It’s also late and I have proof read it yet so....be warned about that! Anyways, once again thank you and I hope you guys are having a wonderful day!

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[mooodyblue]

I love your cg!austin, please write more! Maybe just them spending the day together 💕

hope this was okay!! it's a little all over the place but i think it came out cute ^^ enjoy!

picture perfect | cg!austin x little!reader

warnings: little space, age regression

wc: 1k

masterlist | request | taglist

two days ago, austin was on the golden globes stage holding his award proudly and now here he is, smiling at you while sat on a swing, watching you happily, run around a playground as he took in the moment. it was times like these where he was so thankful for everything in his life, especially you.

you'd woken up little, which he didn't mind. he was lucky to have a couple days to rest after the long aftermath of the after party, that meant more time he got to spend with you. it was difficult to take little you out in public, but there was a nice park behind your shared home that nobody ever visited except the two of you. he was still cautious though, people always manage to find ways to take photos of you two.

his hands were tucked in the pockets of his jacket, lightly kicking his feet against the wood chips to get rock himself on the metal swing. "wow, look at you!" he grinned, watching you come down the slide. he pulled his phone out of his pocket, swiping to open his camera. "how 'bout one more time?" you giggled and ran up the steps, resting at the top of the slide then quickly sliding down. you skipped over to austin and plopped onto his lap. he chuckled and put his phone back in his pocket before wrapping his arms around you, gently swinging back and forth. "what do you wanna do now, baby?"

you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. "'m cold." you muttered.

"told you to wear your jacket." he shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. "ready to go home?"

you held the jacket tightly, shivering slightly as you nodded, hopping off his lap so austin could get up. you walked with him hand in hand back to your home. once you finally returned home, austin got you in favorite pair of cozy jammie's and made two mugs of hot chocolate, setting one in front of you and the other on his side. "marshmallows? please, daddy?" you begged.

"i'll do you one better!" he grinned, taking out not just the bag of marshmallows but a can of whipped cream from the fridge. your eyes lit up as he sprayed a decent amount into your mug and his before topping it with marshmallows. was it a lot of sugar? sure, but who cares. you took a drink from the mug immediately, not even bothering to wait for austin. he turned around after putting everything away to the sight of you with whipped cream on your upper lip and nose, chuckling. "hold on baby-" he pulled his phone out again, snapping a picture of you with a mess on your face and the mug in between your hands. he put his phone away then wiped your mouth with a napkin. "you're so silly." he laughed. "is it good?"

"very good! thank you, daddy!" you smiled happily, taking another drink. "such good manners. my best baby. let's cheers," he held his mug up, you copying after him. "don't bang it too hard." he reminded. you did your best and clinked your mug against his, spilling a little before you both took a drink at the same time.

after finishing up drinks and cleaning up, you ran off to get your coloring books and crayons, spreading everything out on the coffee table. austin wandered into the living room and gasped, "can i color with you too?" you scooted over on the floor, patting the empty space next to you. he sat beside you and crossed his legs, "which one can i color in?" he asked, looking at the various coloring books on the table.

you put a finger to your chin. "hmm..." you wanted to color in flowers today, but part of you wanted to color in a giraffe from your animal book, but there was also the book with all the fishes.....you couldn't decide. "um....um....." austin chuckled at your indecisiveness, knowing it was probably a hard decision for you. "i-i can't pick..."

"well," he started. "is there one you want to color in first?"

you looked down at the books, carefully examining each one and thinking about what's in each one. pointing at the one with flowers, "this one!" you exclaimed.

"then i'll color in this one with the fishes and when you're done, you can ask nicely for this one! how about you pick one for me to color?" he suggested. you were quick to pick a picture for him to color, opting for a page with multiple fishes on it. he even picked one for you, picking the page with a rose on it. austin put on a cartoon for you to play in the background while the two of you colored for a little while. although it was a kids coloring book, he still wanted to color everything in perfectly while you were just doing mindless scribbles on your own coloring page. he smiled widely at the finished product as you held it proudly, even finishing it off with a scribble of your signature like austin does when he finishes off his own page.

"look at that, baby! aren't you talented! a real artist!" he ripped the page out from the coloring book and stood up, "this one's gonna go on the fridge." he gave your head a little pat before going off to put it on the fridge. he gave one final look at it, smiling softly to himself. he glanced at the clock, it was about time to go down for a nap and he was definitely looking forward to it. he wandered back over to you, looking at you proudly as you were putting your crayons away. "nap time?" you asked.

"yes, baby. once you pick up the crayons we can go for a little nap." he even helped you this time, stacking the books in a pile on the table. normally he'd ask you to put them back in the room, but you'd probably go back to them later. he shut the tv off and followed you into the bedroom, getting you into bed and tucking you in with your favorite plushie. "paci?" he asked, you shook your head. "just you." you replied. austin wasted no time and got in bed with you, holding you tightly until you fell asleep.

#austin butler x reader #austin x reader

[kitsune024]

Crossovers

Danny Phantom

The Boy King and the Dark Knights by @imjustkindaherelove | Chapters: 29/? | Danny & Jason, Age Regression/De-Aging, ghost king-more like prince, good parent Jason, funny misunderstandings, Identity reveal How Light Carries On (Endlessly, Even After Death) by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees I Chapters 3/3 I Completed Eldritch Danny, Danny Adopts Jason Todd, Haunted House Dig Three Graves in Apartment 31c by @faeriekit I Chapter's 6/6 I Completed Danny has the role of Willis Todd, halfa Jason The Red Hood's Big Bad Guard Demon by @the-stove-is-on-fire I Chapters 1/? I Danny/Jason, Ice Sculptor Danny, Danny freaks Jason out here lol, High and unhinged Danny, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid by @hollowmashiro I Chapters 1/1 I one shot Danny/Jason, Pre-Slash, Codependency, Soul Bond, Mind the Tags

Star Wars

When Sanity Runs Out by heretoday898 I Chapters 30/30 I Completed Roy & Jason, Bamf Jason, Canon Divergence, Fix it

Supernatural

Two Lives, One Soul by Spnfandom8 I Chapters 10/10 I Completed Dean & Jason are twin brothers, Bamf Dean, Bamf Jason

Jason's Favorite Vacation Spot: Death by @super-sock | Chapters: 18/18 | Completed Basically Jason dies again and comes back again and it keeps happening, Crack and Angst, Lazarus Pit

The first time was a fluke. The second time, okay, there were extenuating circumstances. However, a third time? This was getting suspicious. --- Jason keeps dying. He becomes more acquainted with the other side. Nobody really knows what's going on.

ghost story by @envysparkler | Chapters: 7/7 | Ghost Jason Todd, Fix-It, Whump, Batfamily, Grief/Mourning

Jason Todd dies in Ethiopia. Well. Kind of.

The Wayward Boy by @zootopon I Chapters 3/3 I soldier!jason, Jason Todd Grows Up, BAMF Jason Todd, Maturity, Personal Growth, Jason runs away from home

Jason’s 15. Not old enough to drink but still knows enough to break a man 10 different ways before they could blink. If that doesn’t make people question Bruce’s psychological state as a person, let alone a parent, then he doesn’t know what will. He runs because he's not needed anymore. Because Bruce took away everything that ever meant anything to him, leaving him as just plain old Jason Todd. He runs because at least he can keep his head held high.

Who I am. Who I’ll Never Be by @zootopon I Chapters: 32/? I Jason Wages War, Bamf Jason, Artemis/Jason

On the run from the Justice League and the Bats, Jason prepares to wage war on those he once considered family. They took something from him, he intends to take it back.

JT's Auto Shop foxykyuu15 I Chapters 28/28 I Jason Todd is a Member of the Suicide Squad, Time Travel, Alternate Universe, bamf Jason

There are two locations in Crime Alley that everyone knows are neutral territory: JT's Garage, and Flag's Bar situated two blocks over. The Alley's run by a Ghost story who goes by that very name and lives up to every rumor told about him. Whether this be the blood running down the streets of the Narrows during the gang war waged for the Alley or Ghost's merciless hits against those who defy his order. Even the kind smiles and open rooms without strings attached offered to the citizens of the Alley are true. Its been this way for three years now. Ghost has taken over Mask's territory, ran Penguin out, and shut down Two Face's operations. He has worked long and hard enough to secure a foothold & establish a system under his Code. And it works. It does. Three years is also enough time that Spoiler and Signal, the two newest Bats, begin to get a little too curious to see who the elusive Ghost really is. (Jason hadn't wanted to get involved with the Bats this time around. He wanted to clean up the Alley, work on cars with Santana, and maybe smoke some weed and drink some beer on the weekends when he wasn't out doing crime-lord shit. Fuck.)

Totentanz (La Danse Macabre) by Balrog_Roike | Chapters 1/1 | one shot Lazarus Pit, Possession, Dark fic, Horror, Ghosts

"Vengeance is nothing but justice long overdue..." The Lazarus Pit thinks so, too.

The Daughter of the Water by @chucklesbuckles I Chapters: 1/1 I one shot Lazarus Pit, White Haired Jason, Eldritch Jason-of a sort, doesn't say in tags - Possession, Dead Jason?

“To walk the world!” it croons, bright gold spilling over it’s cheeks, highlighting the springy white curls crowning it’s head. It bends, cold wet hands cradling Talia’s face, wiping her tears away. It places a soft kiss to her forehead, tucking a loose curl of hair behind her ear, torchlight eyes burning. “Thank you for the body.”

Call on Me by @wellthatjusthappend I Chapters 3/? I Clark & Jason, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Clark accidentally end up parenting, AU - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence

It wasn’t that Clark had never thought about having kids, but when he did it hadn't been like this. "Clark... Superman, help."

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The Phoenix Never Dies by ForceMage56 I Part 1-4 I BAMF Jason Todd, Jason's in Arkham, Talia al Ghul/Selina Kyle, Torture, Psychological Torture, angry Jason, Angst, Jason's had enough

#jason todd #fic rec #fanfic rec #red hood #jason todd fanfiction #dcu #ao3 fanfic #star wars #jason todd fics #jason peter todd #dc fanfic #batman #red hood fanfiction #dc fanfiction #dp crossover #spn

[sunshines-bee-farm]

You're On Your Own Kid [Agere Minecraft Fic] [APTR AU]

Trigger warnings: disownment, agere hating, there will be a happy ending and more parts

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PUDDLES WASN’T USED TO BEING ON HIS OWN. He was raised as part of a large family, with six sibling pups who were all bigger, more confident, and apparently nicer than Puddles was. Puddles had an attitude, apparently, and wasn’t always in touch with reality. Apparently. 

Sprinkles, his sister, barged into his room one day when he had forgotten to lock the door. It was the biggest mistake of his life, because the moment she saw the adult paci in his mouth and the toys on the ground, she turned on her heels and was gone in an instant. It felt like moments later he was packed and on his way out of Silvermount. 

He had only managed to save one of his little items, one he begged and cried for until his ex-mother acquiesced, shoving it in his hands and then slamming the door in his face. It was a raggedy stuffed rabbit, one that used to be cream but was now a light brown. It had a faded, soft-from-time yellow ribbon around its neck. Puddles hid his tears in her fur. 

He wasn’t going to lie and say he loved his family. At least, he wouldn’t say it was cut and dry. As the runt of the litter, Puddles had to fend for himself his entire life, and while Sprinkles grew up on a fluffy pillow, he had to fight for scraps of food. He was used to being on his own. 

But he wasn’t, too. Because at least they pretended. At least they tried. One adult pacifier later, and they weren’t. One wooden train later, and he was alone. 

It didn’t feel much different. 

Silvermount was a tiny village built along the peaks of a tall mountain, with a rough path winding down to the valley. The valley in which Star and oliver disappeared into three years ago, after they were found out by the others for their lifestyle. No one understood the age regression, and they didn’t care to try. Puddles didn’t know what happened to the two. 

He wandered for days, until he was too tired to hold back the sobs anymore. He curled up on the forest floor for so long a pig laid next to him, plump and serene, not at all spooked by the pup’s unnatural blue fur or loud cries. He named her Bailey. 

“Puddles?” 

He jumped ten feet in the air. Bailey ran, squealing, to hide behind a tree. He sat up with his pack of useless adult stuff weighing on his shoulders, only to find Oliver, Star’s caregiver, standing there. He held a basket of apples, a diamond axe at his side. It sheened with enchantment. 

“Oliver?” His voice cracked. 

“What are you doing all the way out here?” Something in his voice told Puddles he knew Puddles would be lying if he said camping. “They didn’t…”

It was all it took. Oliver sat next to him and held him while he cried, which was more than Puddles ever had or ever would deserve. Oliver had always been nice to him. He was a natural caregiver, in any capacity. Puddles would never be like him. 

“Hey,” Oliver said softly after a while. “Hey.” 

Puddles looked up. Oliver wiped the mud from under Puddles’ eye. 

“Come stay with us.” 

Puddles’ eyes widened. “Wh-what? No, I can’t— why would you even offer that? After…” 

“Because it’s my house and I make my own decisions.” He smiled. “And I forgave you a long time ago.” 

“But what about Star?”

“She’s mad at you, she’s not evil.” He laughed. “She won’t let you suffer just because you made a mistake.” 

Puddles’ heart was pounding. How was he meant to accept this? He couldn’t. But Oliver was stubborn, and after arguing for half an hour, Puddles was too tired. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe in a bed. 

Oliver led him through the Muted Valley, birch trees towering and bees buzzing over tulips and sunflowers. Bailey followed. They came across a decently sized house, clearly handbuilt but done very well, made of baby blue terracotta with a dark oak roof. Mossy cobble lined the dirt path. A few mushroom trees had grown, whether intentionally or unintentionally Puddles didn’t know. Oliver would truly go to the ends of the Earth for Star. What was it like to have someone who loved you that much? 

“Little star,” Oliver called when they entered. “Puddles is here.” Something crashed to the ground. Oliver laughed. “You okay?” 

“Did you say Puddles?” She poked her head through a doorway. “Is that a pig?” 

The living room was covered in toys. Drawings by Star lined the walls, both from when she was big and little, it looked like. Puddles was astounded that they lost everything for littlespace… and kept it. They didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. This was just how they were. 

Puddles stared at the ground, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes and hugging his bag. Oliver placed a hand on his shoulder as he explained. 

“Yeah, I mean,” Star shrugged, looking uncomfortable and definitely not little anymore, “you can stay as long as you need. But… you better be telling the truth.” 

His eyes watered. “I am. I promise.” 

“I believe you.” She sounded genuine, but he couldn’t fathom why. “You need some little time. Come on, we’ll set up your room later, let’s have a tea party.” 

She turned and walked briskly over to her toybox, pulling out a handmade wooden tea kettle and some cups. Puddles hesitated so long she stopped to turn and ask, “You coming? Your pig can join.” 

He felt silly sitting at the tea party dressed in trousers and a leather tunic. He missed his onesies, his flare skirts. Star noticed, because after a moment of pouring fake tea she stood and demanded he follow her. 

“Play nice, baby,” Oliver called as they left. 

Puddles swallowed. They entered the bedroom and Star started going through her little closet. 

“You’re a femboy, aren’t you?” She asked. Puddles hesitantly agreed. “So skirts don’t bother you, even though you’re trans?” 

“I like skirts,” he said quietly. 

“Okay, then I have something you can borrow.” 

She pulled out a skirt made of light wool, pastel blue with little fluffy white clouds. She tossed it to him with a white long sleeved blouse. He changed in the bathroom, and when he came out, he felt strange because he felt like himself again. 

Star grinned. “You look great! Perfect for a tea party. What about your little guy—what’s his name?” She pointed to his rabbit. 

He gripped her tighter. “Delilah.” 

“Oh, a girl bunny?” 

“Mhm.” 

“And did you name your pig?” 

“Bailey.” 

She crouches down and pets Bailey’s head. “Who’s a good girl? Who’ll probably eat some of my clothes if I’m not careful? You are!” 

They went back to the living room and Oliver read a book while he watched them play. Puddles had trouble regressing—a lot of trouble—but found himself slowly sinking into the headspace as Star made conversation and offered him toys. They raced wooden cars along the floor. His favorite was a pink one, made of cherry wood. She gave it to him. Like, for good. He almost cried. 

It wasn’t happy tears, though. 

Because he was used to being on his own. He was used to fending for himself and keeping his shield raised and his head high, but now? He was crumbling under any small gesture of kindness. He dropped his walls and showed them everything, made himself completely vulnerable. 

And they accepted him. They didn’t seem to want to take advantage of him. 

And that… he was not used to. 

#sfw age regression #a place to rest au #did system #age regression #agere #sfwagere #sfw agere #minecraft #minecraft agere #fandom agere #age regressor #agere writing #agere fic #my writing

[t0mmy-bear]

Mystic Messenger Age Regression Thoughts

DNI: KINK, HATERS, FETISHIZERS, ETC!!! AGE REGRESSION IS A SFW COPING MECHANISM WHERE AN INDIVIDUAL MENTALLY REGRESSES INTO A STATE OF A CHILD'S

No reader insert, Characters included are Yoosung, Ray, Jumin, Saeran, and Saeyoung

Headcannons + Blurb

Requested by: @teenyweenyeenymeeny

Ages: 2-3 (Yoosung), 4 (Saeran/Ray), 5 (Jumin), 8 (Saeyoung)

Im not gonna lie 😓😓 i've been kind of neglecting this game, so if their personalities are not exact i apologize! I have done as much research as i could to try and get their personalities as close to their real ones!

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To start off with, it wasn't supposed to be a play date... but i kinda turned into one. I mean it was a total accident! They were all over for a small meeting and someone turned the TV to the kids channel! It was only meant to be background noise after all. At first everyone ignored it, because they are very classy people having and important meeting.

The first to regress was Yoosung. I mean how could he resist? It was easy to ignore the TV at first but as time went on and the meeting slowly came to a close, his mind started slipping! It wasn't noticeable at first, the only real signs was him just not paying attention to the meeting.

Now, when Yoosung is regressed he's a major talker. Sure his words aren't as clear but that's ok! Everyone understands him anyways. But, because of the show, he had been completely silent.

The conversation went on for a little bit more (mostly just Saeyoung talking about Elizabeth the 3rd), when the next person slipped. Saeran. He only slipped cuz he realized Yoosung slipped. I like to think that he only slips when he sees others slip, because he's so used to having to be so secretive. He is also a very quiet little.

No one else noticed them regressed at all. They were both quiet, watching the show in the background.

The next to slip was Jumin. Now this happened long after the conversation ended. He and Saeyoung had both noticed the two littles were not responding at all. They had actually been taking care of them. But at last, our businessman could not hold back any longer and he too slipped.

But just like Saeran, he is also a silent little. It's not that he can't, he just chooses not to.

With this many littles in a house, it was starting to get a little noisy, as Yoosung was not distracted by the show any more. Plus, he had more littles to babble to! So as soon as he realizes that almost everyone else is little too, he starts babbling away.

This is really when Saeyoung starts to regress (Though I like to think he's more of an age dreamer at times).And boy, does he take his big brother role seriously. He saw that the snacks and drinks were running low, so he ran (sped walked) to the kitchen to get more.

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Yoosung was idly chatting with Jumin, waiting for the ads to stop and the show to start playing. Saeyoung entered the living room with everyone's snacks... and Elizabeth the 3rd. He handed Yoosung some chocolate mushrooms, Jumin some cubed cheese, and Saeran some ice cream. He set down Elizabeth the 3rd next to Jumin and went back into the kitchen to get some drinks.

After getting everyone situated (like the good big brother he is), he got himself settled as well. He turned the TV up a little more and Yoosung was tuned in once more. The occasional babble from Yoosung, the constant hum of the TV, and the faint sounds of birds outside calmed the room.

The sun's warm glow gently illuminated the room as it set. Soon the day turned to night and one by one, everyone started to fall asleep. Realizing this, Saeyoung went to find blankets to cover everyone before he too fell asleep.

#age regression #age regressed characters #mystic messenger #mystic messenger agere

[messy-nonbinary]

Going Back Home..

TW: dark!loki, forced age regression, kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting(Lemme know if I need more though I’m pretty sure this chapter is pretty tame compared to some of my others)

Paring: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Loki x Asgardian!little!fem!reader

Summary: You ran away from him 3 years ago and came to Midgard and joined SHIELD. You were an agent known for getting people to say the truth, it was your power. No one could lie as long as you were near them. So when Fury said that a prisoner wouldn’t talk and that sending you in would be the best option, you didn’t hesitate. But when you saw him, it was already too late.

A/N: I tried to make it seem like the reader was battling with her own thoughts. Hope it came off okay.. And requests are open!!

Masterlist

*GIF not mine

“He’s very egotistical and only cares about himself. He’s also got powers of his own. They might contradict yours.” Fury explained. “Are you at least going to explain to me who he is?” You asked, rolling your eyes. “It’s not relative. He’s pretty manipulative. And knowing his name is the first way to make a connection.” He said, finally stopping you at a door.

He had been leading you to the prisoner's whereabouts. You were a SHIELD agent that had the power to get people to tell the truth. No one could lie when you were in their presence. Except for one person… No.. Stop thinking about him, Y/N. He’s gone. He hurt you and you left him. Why did you keep thinking about him? It’s been 3 years! Get over him! He’s no good for you!

The things he forced you to do.. The name he forced you to call him.. Why is it that you want to go back to him? To feel that comfort.. No! Stop it! There was nothing comforting about the way he made you wear a pull-up. There was nothing comforting about how he made you act as though you were a baby. And there was absolutely nothing comforting about what he did if you didn’t listen to him.

“You ready?” Fury asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. “Of course. Though I’d like to be alone with him? It’ll help me keep my powers focused solely on him.” You said. You still had no clue who you were meant to be extracting information from, though. Fury nodded and opened the door. You stepped inside, not noticing who was in the glass cage until the door was slammed shut. You looked at Loki with widened eyes. He smiled at you and you were compelled to walk closer to him.

He’s locked up.. He’s locked up.. He can’t do anything to you.

You had to assure yourself. “Hello, Y/N.” Loki said, smiling at you. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything back, let alone smile back at him. “Hmm. It seems you have lost your manners since I’ve been gone. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to teach them back to you. Now let me out of this cage.” He demanded. Your legs wanted to move, to press the button and let him out. But you willed yourself to stay put and look him in the eyes. “I can’t- I can’t do that, Loki.” Loki growled, his eyes darkening. “And why’s that?”

“You- You did some bad things, Loki. I’m only here to ask you why.” You said, your posture straightening as your breathing slowed down. “Is that so? It seems you’ve forgotten about all the things I’ve done for you. I gave you everything you asked for and this is how you betray me? Let. Me. Out.” He demanded again, banging his fist on the glass with each word.

“No! Loki I can’t! They’ll hate me!” You said, tears stinging your eyes. You wanted to let him out. You wanted to hug him, tell him how sorry you were for leaving. You wanted to accept him again, have him fill that pit in your heart that emptied when you left him.

“They already hate you! If you let me out now, I promise I will forgive you for running away.” Loki said, face softening in faux remorse, and he knew how badly he was getting to you. You looked to him with pleading eyes. “Forgive me?” You asked. It was something you wanted, sure. But at what cost? What if he was lying to you? What if when you let him out he goes right back to hurting you?

“You promise you won’t hurt me?” You asked. “Darling, I have never hurt you, and I never will. Will you please open the door like the good little girl I know you are?” He didn’t promise and you knew that but for some reason you still felt compelled to walk to the panel. The grip he had on you was strong, firm.

Even locked in a cell he was still able to get you to do what he wanted. You hated the fact that he had that effect on you. You stood in front of the control panel. “Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Just press the button. Let me out and we can both go home.” He said, his voice softening. Home? You hadn’t had one of those in a while.

Being with SHIELD, you were often very busy. You only went home to sleep, and get a change of clothes. And sometimes you didn’t even sleep at home, you would bring an extra pair of clothes with you and end up falling asleep at the SHIELD Agency. When Loki said the word ‘home’ you felt comforted. A flash of memories hit you when he said it.

You remembered the way he took care of you. And the way he always knew what you needed when you were upset. You remembered those nights he would rock you to sleep, feeding you with a bottle. It was oddly comforting. Why? Why? Why? Why!? You shouldn’t be feeling this way! You should be running, getting Fury! Telling him you can’t do this! The internal war you were having for yourself was agonizing. But you took a deep breath and realized what part of you had won. The part of you that had always won. Except this time, you accepted it.

You pushed the button. An alarm went off but Loki was free. You ran to him, arms out to hug him and he hugged you back, pulling you into a kiss, one filled with hunger and desire before pulling away and back into a hug. “My sweet girl. I knew you could do it. Because you’re my good little girl and you’d do anything for your Daddy. Isn’t that right?” You nodded into the crook of his neck, tears streaming down your face as you spouted out ‘sorry’ and ‘please forgive me’ over and over.

Loki pulled away from you and looked you over. “Such a beautiful face you have. It is a shame you denied me the access of looking at it for so long. But as promised, I forgive you. Though I am going to have to punish you for disobeying me the first time I asked you to let me out. Understand, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You said without hesitation. It was as if you were on autopilot. The door to the room slammed open and you saw the Avengers in the doorway. “Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, confused. He had helped you escape Loki, set you up with a new name and everything, along with the help of Natasha. Neither of them knew you joined SHIELD, however, and you made sure of it.

“No. Y/N, listen, he doesn’t love you. You know this. Just step away..” Natasha said, looking to you with pleading eyes. You knew she was righ- No! She’s wrong! Loki does love you. Why would you even think otherwise? Why would you even think about leaving Loki again?

Loki wrapped an arm around your waist as he smirked. “Loki, Y/N, no!” Thor yelled as the two of you disappeared.

You appeared back in the home you lived in before you left Loki. Within an instance, Loki had used his magic to get you in an outfit he preferred, a black and green onesie and a pull-up in place of your panties, as he carried you towards your room. He gently placed you in an adult sized crib, handcuffing one of your wrists to a bar. He shoved a pacifier in your mouth and smiled at you. “See? Doesn’t it feel better to be home?” He asked and you nodded.

Home.. That word again. The word that pulled you in so deeply and you didn’t understand why. It was as though as soon as he said that word, you wanted to obey him- no- needed to obey him. You instantly became his.

“Good girl. We will be having a talk about your manners tomorrow, little girl. But until then, sleep..” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door.

You were home..

You were back with him- your Daddy.

You were his, once again.

#dark!loki x reader #soft!dark!loki x reader #dark!daddy x little!reader #dark!loki x little!reader #dark loki x reader #forced age regression #loki reader insert #loki x reader #minors dni

[yuukri]

hey!! for a request, i was thinking abt a prompt with kugisaki and fushiguro? maybe something where kugisaki likes itadori and so does fushiguro. kugisaki has kept it to herself but one day fushi confides in kugisaki about it, not knowing she likes itadori too... 👀

anon, i'm sorry this took an age, but it's here and it's way more than the drabble i'd planned it OTL

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“Ah, Fushiguro-san, please take a seat for me.” Nobara begins, pushing up a pair of, fake, square glasses up her nose.

“This…” Megumi pauses at the entryway, “This is my room?”

“Stalling will get you nowhere, my dear,” Nobara continues, shifting where she’s perched in the desk chair she stole from Yuuji’s room.

“Right,” Megumi says as he wanders towards his own chair, pulled out from where it was tucked by his desk this morning and now in the centre of the room facing Nobara.

They sit in a few moments of silence. Nobara adjusts what seems to be her iPad on her lap a few times and Megumi tries to figure out if he she picked the lock for his bedroom door or the sliding window.

“So,” Nobara finally says and he looks up at her. “What seems to be the issue?”

“What.” Megumi parrots.

“The issue.” Nobara insists.

“What issue?”

Nobara clucks her tongue, “Fushiguro? Denial won’t help us solve the problem. I put on my professional pencil skirt for this and everything.”

“Thank you?” Megumi says blinking blankly, “But I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Yesterday, at 12:17 pm, you texted me, and I quote - ‘this is becoming an issue, help…’ end quote.”

Megumi freezes.

“And when I ran over from where I was enjoying my lunch break antagonising Panda-senpai you acted like you didn’t know what I was talking about. You and Itadori just stood there, looking at me like the lemons you are.”

“I texted you yesterday during lunch?”

“Is that really all you got out of the last minute — ” Nobara begins, ire rising. Megumi pays her no mind, digging into the pocket of his tracksuit to find his own phone. He says a prayer to a god, any will do at this point, that when he opens his message app it will not show him what he thinks it will him.

The gods don’t listen. There, in his messages is his own chat box with Nobara, the offending text in his blue bubble and her answering rush of ‘?’ in response to it.

“I can explain,” he says weakly, cutting off her tirade. She finally takes off the silly glasses and he can see her full face again, her eyes look overwhelmingly big and earnest; it takes months of cultivated self-control to will away his instinct to blush.

“Out with it then!” She says excitedly, pulling her chain closer to his.

He looks away when she’s pulled up enough that they are almost eye-level, this close the floral scent of her perfume cocoons him. This is part one of the issue.

“Ihaveacrushonitadori…” he mumbles quietly, resisting the urge to hid his face in his hands by adjusting his position to sit on them. This is part two of the issue.

“What?” Nobara squawks, leaning even further forwards “I didn’t catch what you said. Say it again, again!”.

“I like you too,” Megumi thinks, “I was meant to send that text to Inumaki-senpai.” He adds as an afterthought.

“I’m not saying it again.” Megumi says instead, finally giving in to the urge to lean back.

“No, don’t be like this Fushiguro-kun. You were making leaps and bounds in progress; you even asked for help! Now is not the time to regress!” Nobara insists chasing after him as he tries to create ground between them.

The only reason perhaps she had not jumped straight onto his lap was a fear of the fragility of their office chairs. It would be pretty embarrassing to make it out of their missions of the week unscathed only to break a bone falling out of a desk chair, of all things.

“I said I have a crush on Itadori,” Megumi caves, Nobara freezes where she’s advancing. Everything down to her very lash, which Megumi can see in startling HD at this distance, seems to pause.

“Oh,” She says, drawing back, and Megumi is so glad he’s sitting on his hands, lest he do something dumb, like pull her back towards him.

“Yeah,” he says, more air than word, because if he doesn’t keep the focus on this he will say something else. And it’s one thing confirming to your very pretty best friend that you are in fact in love with your mutual other very pretty best friend, it’s another thing confessing to the first best friend on top of that.

Nobara slings her left leg over her right, and picks her glasses back up. Megumi tries not to fidget.

“That’s it?” She asks.

“What.” Megumi says. He doesn’t actually know what he was expecting from this confession but this eerie calm isn’t it.

“Is you liking Itadori the only issue.”

“No.” Megumi thinks. “Yes,” Megumi says. Nobara seems to hesitate again after the answer, an almost flinch as she adjusts the iPad in her lap and the glasses on her nose.

And then like some sort of switch has been flipped, she explodes again. “You loser! Like anyone with eyes isn’t aware that your literally in love with Itadori! Did you only realise yesterday, is that your text of realisation, you absolute dumbass —” she rages, closing all the distance she had put between them again.

At some point during the rant, which Megumi hardly processes over being so closed to the other, Nobara flings her iPad onto his bed so she can liberate her hands and gesticulate wildly. She looks pretty, impassioned like this and Megumi can’t eradicate the ghost of a smile that creeps up his face at the sight of her.

“Are you laughing right now?!” She screeches, forgetting all rationality and sending them both toppling to the ground as she moves from her chair and into his lap. They hit the floor with a dull thud and in a tangle of limbs as her hands reach up to cushion his head from the impact and he angles his body so she doesn’t hit the ground too hard.

They lay there for a bit, in a stunned, incredulous silence before bursting into giggles. Giggles so loud they totally miss the bedroom door opening.

“Are y’all okay?” Yuuji asks where he’s standing in the doorway. He’s still wearing his winter jacket from where he’d been out on some errands, his nose a pretty pink flush from the cold. Megumi feel’s his chest seize at the sight of him.

Nobara adjusts herself so she’s no longer crushing him but instead laying comfortably atop him, chest to chest. “We’re fine.” She sighs, false put out with mirth in her eyes.

Where they are pressed together, Megumi can feel the elevated pound of her heartbeat.

“Oh.” He thinks, slinging around her waist. “Yeah, just fine.” He says instead.

#chellywrites #chel works on the bathhouse floor #requests #jujutsu kaisen fanfics #itafushikugi #ik the prompt was a bit angstier with the whole norbara loves yuuji too but i couldn't commit to the angst today im sorry OTL #enjoy this miscommunication scene which eventually leads to an offscreen three-way confession #ya kno ... instead of nobara agonising over her friends lol... #hope you don't mind i pushed my itafushikugi agenda on this nonny thanks for the request again

[strawberrysoup]

Pocketful of Posies || Chapter 6

You’d been hiding for years and years now; from your family, from society, from alphas and packs. Suppressants were dangerous but effective and necessary for an omega who refused to be owned—but no suppressants were strong enough to fool the nose of a super soldier, who together with his pack would stop at nothing to bind you to them forever.

pairings: dark!Avengers x reader

word length: 2.9K

chapters: 6/?

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, power imbalances, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, loss of autonomy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat — this is a dark!fic, read at your own risk. more detailed content warnings are included at the end of the chapter to avoid spoilers, click through the read more, CTRL + F “content warnings”.

notes: slightly shorter than my usual, but i needed to get some stuff fixed up. if ya’ll like my stories please consider donating to my ko-fi— a bitch is poor lmao

Steve swept you up in his arms and turned to deposit you on the landing upstairs, evidently trusting the others to keep you contained for a moment. There was an audible scuffle going on in the den, Bucky would be heard growling from outside—snapping at someone who made the mistake of asking how he’d gotten out there so fast? Tony was growling at Peter who looked seconds away from begging for forgiveness.

“You guys made it safe, I’m happy to see you Nat,” Steve drew the redhaired woman into his arms and sighed in relief, but you couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement; honestly you were having trouble thinking, your brain clouded with the sudden onset of absolute and uncontrolled panic.

The moment the black-haired man had been pulled away by the delta currently stomping back up the stairs, clarity had returned to you like a slap in the face. The golden fog that obscured your vision immediately dissipated and just as quickly you’d been overwhelmed with gut wrenching fear. You didn’t actually remember kicking Steve in the face or making a break for the stairs, but evidently you had and you cursed your hindbrain for running towards the stairs—you should’ve jumped straight out the window; you had a better chance at out running Bucky and whoever else was down there than the two alpha primes and their surrounding packmates.

Before you could even take a step towards the still wide-open window, the black-haired man appeared with a green flash and wrapped around you tightly. “Shhh , pet, no. No windows for you, darling, come now—back to your nest.”

In a moment of truly unusual harmony, your consciousness and hindbrain agreed that the bed was the last place you wanted to be. That wasn’t your bed, the omega hissed tearfully, you’d never made a nest—that wasn’t yours. It could barely be called a nest, even. There hadn’t been any careful consideration regarding the placement of the pillows and blankets, there were no articles of clothing or soft items that had been scavenged or stolen to elicit a feeling of safety or comfort. Worst of all was the way it smelled. Obviously, it didn’t reek, the mix of individual scents wasn’t a bad conglomeration, but your hindbrain whined at the unfamiliarity. This wasn’t your pack’s scent.

The cohesion was jarring, and you groaned. Regardless of the reasoning, your hindbrain was aware that you didn’t get to have a pack and that reminder always hurt. It desperately desired one, but an omega’s primary objective was survival.

After all, you in all of your fully conscious state knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would never have a pack—it wasn’t a matter of wanting or not wanting at this point in your life. You were too old to be regressed into the type of omega that packs wanted, your body too badly reliant on the chemical reactions produced by suppressants after fifteen years to stop taking them. At your age, to be found by a pack meant death.

They would get sick of trying to fix you. You’d die from quitting the suppressants cold turkey. They’d beat you for disobedience until your body gave up. You were nearly thirty and that was ancient for an unbound omega and you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Especially an old dog who was bound and determined not to be taught.

“LOKI!” Bucky bellowed as he stomped past Steve and the redhead on the stairs, looking three shades past furious.

The man holding you let go very quickly after that, spinning you away and moving to intercept the furious delta with an equally unpleasant expression. Why couldn’t you have just fucking kept it together upon meeting Bruce—that blood in the water, shark nosed asshole, if you had reigned in your panic there was no way he could’ve scented you through your suppressants. Steve was a different story, but if you’d been quick and calm you probably could’ve made it.

You scanned the room quickly; Bruce was on the bed, checking on Wanda. Bucky and Loki were on the floor fighting, half entangled with Peter and Sam who were doing their best to put their own fight aside to keep the deltas from killing each other. Steve was still halfway down the stairs with the other redhead, talking to her quietly. Tony was—

“Okay, princess, okay,” Tony was wrapped tightly around you from behind, carefully keeping your head braced between his chin and shoulder when you tried to thrash. “This isn’t fair to you, you’re way too fragile for this right now. Put your head here, breathe with me.”

“Please let me go,” you didn’t realize you were crying until you spoke, words coming out in sobs. “I don’t want to die like this, please—”

“You are not going to die, little love,” Thor sounded so sad from where he came to stand in front of you. “I’m not going to bond you, not while you’re so upset. But the results of the tests Bruce ran showed that you are in danger. I cannot allow that and no matter how angry you are with us, we will not let you suffer needlessly.”

“I’m not suffering! I swear, I swear I’m not suffering I’m, I’m happy! I’m happy living my life the way I have been. Please, let me have the choice, I want to be alone, it makes me happy!”

Trying to explain to a literal God why you deserved personal agency was an exhausting business, especially when said God was as condescending as Thor. His indulgent and sad smile was nearly enough to tip you over the edge, but there really wasn’t a point in getting angry—he obviously couldn’t even fathom the concept that what he was doing was wrong. It’s not like you could do anything anyway, you weren’t built for violence but for running away. Every bone in your body vibrated with rage; the injustice was overwhelming.

For fifteen whole years you’d been just fine. You would’ve continued to be just fine, if it weren’t for some super nosed freaks crossing your path. What were the odds of the only people in the world who could scent you from beneath more than a decade’s worth of suppressant use would have a cabin in Quebec that you happened to clean—and run into said people because they happened to show up early; an incredibly unusual situation.

It made you think about Mrs. Hunt. She’d only called to give you a heads up because of the last time, when the homeowner had tried to assault you even while he’d thought that you were a beta . You wondered how long it would take her to realize something was wrong; it was getting late and you’d yet to return her cart despite telling her you’d be there shortly.

The real question would be whether she tried to help or not once she discovered your presentation. She could try to help, try to stick them with omega theft, but they could claim civic duty like Peter had earlier. Besides, that was contingent upon her wanting to help you considering you’d lied to her for so many years.

“You’re so distressed, won’t you let me purr for you?”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare take away—”

“Little love, please—”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t even know me,” you spat, turning to address the room at large. “What kind of fucking superheros are you? Let go of me! Let me go!”

Tony sighed and hefted you up into his arms, one wrapped around your torso while the other hooked under your knees and pinned you carefully across his body. You struggled uselessly against his strong hold; he wasn’t as strong as Thor or Steve, but his bicep was massive next to your head and you could feel his muscles through his clothes as he walked to the bed.

“We can’t, princess,” he murmured into the side of your head as he lowered both of you to the bed, sitting propped against a mass of pillows in the corner. “We’ll never find an unbound omega in your age range again. Plenty of omegas have been offered to us, but they’re all practically children. You’re our last chance—”

“There are plenty! You said plenty! Pick the oldest who wants to be in this fucking shit show and leave me alone!” Everyone tensed when the tone in your voice approached a shriek.

“We’re not taking an omega who’s not even legal to drink—”

“That alpha is like eighteen!” You tried to gesture to Peter, who gaped at you like you’d wounded him, but your arms were still pinned tightly to your sides.

“Peter is twenty-four, actually,” Tony spoke with mirth when Peter jumped onto the bed and crawled until he was pressed against Tony’s side and your back. “And before you ask, Wanda is twenty-six.”

“We’re so lucky to have found you,” the alpha half purred, pressing his nose into the back of your neck. “We’ll make you happy, happier than you are now.”

“It’s gonna be a rough start,” Bruce laid down in the nest a few feet away, welcoming the woman you recognized as the Black Widow into his arms when she slithered into the bed. “We have to balance your hormones, or you will die. You wouldn’t have lasted another year on those suppressants.”

“Death would be a reprieve,” you hissed shortly, freezing when the tone of the room immediately changed.

All attention was suddenly on you, Bruce still making direct eye contact with those sad puppy eyes, “I know that feeling, sweetheart—”

“We will do it another way then,” Thor interrupted, sending Bruce a quieting but loving look. “I said I would not bond you while you are in distress anda I will never break a promise to you. Open your mouth, this will be quick.”

Steve seemed to sigh in response and followed to stand next to the other prime, “I lost my chance. You’ll help her?”

Thor leveled the shorter blond with a careful look before nodding, both showing signs of deference and affection and respect that you did not care for. The rattle of a belt prompted Tony to turn you, setting you carefully between his legs while continuing to hold down your arms with what could appear to be an affectionate bear hug. He even linked his fingers with yours, squeezing gently as you tried to squirm.

“No. No, no no no, that’s disgusting, I won’t—”

“Shhh , I’ll do all the work little love, all you need to do is swallow.”

He was jerking his cock carefully, a flick of his wrist near the head catching your eye. That was a dangerous weapon, the same way you’d come to learn Steve’s was and you had no intention of letting it anywhere near your mouth. You clamped your lips shut, teeth grinding.

“Stubborn,” Peter snorted a laugh and you would’ve snapped at him had his hand not dove between your thighs, fingers gliding through the slick lips of your cunt until he found your clit.

You had to stop yourself from screeching, the head of Thor’s cock directly in front of your face. “Very. Come on now, open up.”

The fingers pinching your nose shut came as a shock, you’d crushed your eyes shut out without realizing it and they snapped open when your face was assaulted. Steve was kneeling on the bed, carefully cutting of your air supply with one hand and stroking your head with the other.

“Come on, precious, you’ve gotta breathe,” he stated softly, smiling when you were forced to pull your lips back to gasp for breath—until he realized your teeth were still locked together. “Really ‘mega?”

The next thing you knew his thumb was shoving against your molars, literally prying your jaw open. There was no way to fight it without hurting yourself, especially once he wedged his thick thumb between your top and bottom teeth. You barely had a second to anticipate the horror before an unnecessarily large cock found it’s way between your lips.

You tried to shriek, your brain finally catching up to the whole series of events, but it was no use. His scent was overwhelming and his dick stretched your lips, your jaw forced completely open. Thor groaned, a triggering noise as he very carefully pressed forward until your mouth was completely full and he was settled against you tongue.

“Suck for me, little love, just a little,” he grunted, just barely working his member between your lips while his huge hand stroked the rest.

It took a surprisingly small amount of time for a massive load of cum to shoot into your mouth. It was thick, and the way that Thor growled immediately made your pupils blow wide like you’d done a line of coke.  

Your body went lax immediately and you swallowed on instinct when a hand gently rubbed your throat. The fuzz in your brain was the result of arousal, a brutal orgasm that rocked your body at the sound in combination with your body’s sheer delight at the taste of alpha cum. Somewhere you realized that was disgusting but the haze in your brain made you more focused on the hand between your thighs rather than the indignity.

“Man, this shit ain’t fair,” Sam complained, panting from the exertion of trying to prevent Loki and Bucky from killing each other. “They get to cuddle and we—Hey!  Quit that, man!”

“All of you stop fighting,” Steve’s alpha order was brutal and effective.

The sounds of scuffling from behind Thor stopped immediately and there were huffs and snarls and low grumbles but the nest started shifting all around you. You were dropped back to lay against Tony’s chest, having inadvertently swallowed the entirety of the god’s massive load.

“She’s so cute,” Wanda cooed from somewhere to your left.

“We’ll need to go over what we’re doing from here,” Steve sighed once everyone had settled, still watching your dazed expression with a small smile. “But let’s just… nest for a bit, okay?”

The word nest triggered something in your half alpha-cum stoned brained and you looked around the den with a displeased expression. It was a terrible nest; all of the pillows and blankets were in weird heaps and the scent was so wrong. You didn’t really want to nest here, your hindbrain grumbled in agreement, but you’d fix the damn thing. You whined and wriggled until Steve gave Tony the go ahead to stop fully restraining you.

The bed was incredibly soft, which was an upside and crawling across it was like sinking your knees into clouds as you collected the soft heaps of blankets and pillows as you went. You wanted everything off so you could start from scratch, brain muddled by the wrongness of the current layout. You wanted to wash the sheets, the pillow cases, the blankets, all of it. The scent wasn’t right.

“Help her.” It was a quiet request from the Black Widow, who’d also started shifting around to remove the items. “She doesn’t like it like this.”

It was easier to get everything pushed away and in neat piles with the packs’ help, everyone immediately moving to help organize the pillows. You only snapped at the blond beta—Hawkeye, your memory supplied— once for putting a soft blanket on the pile with the not soft blankets. He immediately gave an apologetic burr to which your hindbrain purred back instinctually; evidently a good reaction.

“Why does she like Clint? They haven’t even spoken.”

“She doesn’t like him, she snarled at him!”

“She hasn’t purred at anyone else!”

“Shut up, fuckin’ idiot.”

The noise you made was one of discontent and disdain, the arguing deltas immediately quieting. You didn’t argue with the chirping growl that meant displeased omega, not in a real pack where the goal was to keep omegas pleased and docile. Somewhere your brain reminded you that this wasn’t your pack but the alpha hormones filling your blood and confusing you and yet somehow all you could focus on was whining and pushing at pack members to get them out of the way as your rearranged; clicking your teeth grumpily when you were handed a blanket instead of a pillow or vice versa.

You found yourself being corralled back into the corner, where Natasha and Wanda immediately wrapped themselves around you. Thor had found Bruce and settled beside and settled near your feet where you’d built an intricate nest wall of pillows and blankets. Two of the deltas, Tony and Loki seemed to be glaring at each other—even as Tony laid himself completely on top of the other and they both relaxed into comfortable holds.

It was interesting, watching the pack dynamics as they moved between each other. Clint wrapped around Natasha from behind the same way Carol found her way behind Wanda. Peter had weaseled his way into curling against Loki’s side while tossing a leg over the man’s hip, subsequently laying it over the backs of Tony’s thighs. Sam, Bucky and Steve all found their way into a neat grouping on the bed closest to the stairs, piled as close to the subsequent piles of superheros as possible.

There was some sort of pattern beginning to form in the back of your brain but you were still too confused, too sucked into your own omega hindbrain by the overwhelming introduction of alpha hormone to your system. Instead of following the thought through to the end, you found yourself warm and comfortable and full and falling asleep tucked between the groupings of presentations as if it wasn’t totally, 100% against your will.

 content warnings: forced cum eating, chemical manipulation, dead dove: do not eat

#avengers x reader #steve rogers x reader #thor x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #carol danvers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bruce banner x reader #clint barton x reader #peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #dark!avengers #dark!AU #pocketful of posies chapter 6

[dsmp-agere-stuff]

Hello Jade ! it’s 🍒 again but could you write little!ranboo with cgs!tubbo and tommy? for plot maybe ranboo has been stressed with syndicate meetings, but when he wakes up regressed he’s confused because he’s never done it before. he becomes overwhelmed and scared so he gets tubbo. tubbo understands but has never been a cg so he calls tommy (tommy has been a cg to wilbur before) so tommy comes over, him and tubbo take care of ranboo. maybe they play hide and seek / tubbo carrying ranboo thanks!

Sorry this took me a while to get to!! It came out a lot more angsty than usual, so- beware of that.

Tw: described panic attack that ends after ——, Shame about regression, believing you aren’t deserving to regress

Ranboo rolled over in his bed and stuffed his face into the pillow, shaking his head some to burrow it in more. He pulled his blanket closer and hummed into whatever was in his arms. He whined when a piston went off somewhere and burrowed his face into the thing he was holding, which was a grass plush. He looked up once the sound was over and carefully got up, trying to find something to eat, but wobbled too much to get all the way to the fridge. He just sat down on the floor and whined to himself, going to bite his nails. He looked around for something to get, too tired, he thought, to really think. Which meant he couldn’t do anything, which sucked. He knew he had stuff to do today! He had meetings!! He had to tell Techno that Quackity was being mean!! He wasn’t supposed to be tired now!

Ranboo rubbed at his face with his sleeves to try and get the water off his face, staying on the ground as he got a message from his little communicator.

Tubbo. Tubbo was supposed to- Tubbo-

Ranboo’s Brain was far too foggy to read and he was absolutely not telling Tubbo about this of all things. So, he just slid it to the side and went from chewing on his nails to sucking on his thumb, trying to calm himself down about the meeting by reasoning with himself, which was usually the opposite of what actually happened, like this time, where he just catastrophized himself into a corner.

His communicator was an awful background noise to the whole thing as he finally got the energy to get up and start pacing around, still wobbly but needing to move in some way. He almost tripped so many times but he managed.

——

Someone knocked on the door and opened it anyway, “Why’re you ignoring me!” Tubbo joked as he knocked on the ladder downstairs, expecting Ranboo to be busy.

Ranboo let out a little whimper, shaking his head out of guilt, not getting that Tubbo was joking.

Tubbo heard the noise and ran upstairs with a laugh until he saw Ranboo and paused, “yo. You okay boss man?”

Ranboo shook his head and messed with his clothes, still pacing.

“Hey, hey.” Tubbo walked closer to him, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”

Ranboo shook his head again and rubbed at his face with his sleeves.

“Tissues?” Tubbo guessed.

“Nooo!” Ranboo Drew out in almost another whine, then looked down in what seemed like shame, still walking.

Tubbo rolled his eyes, “work with me dude.”

Ranboo made a softer version of aggressive noises he could make, still tearing up.

Tubbo sighed, “I’m calling Tommy, okay? Let’s get you to sit down, okay?”

Ranboo shook his head more.

Tubbo glanced at the block on Ranboo’s bed, “just mess with your blocks, man. I have to talk to Tommy.” Tubbo sent Tommy a message about it.

Ranboo begrudgingly went and grabbed the block, stuffing his face in it again. He continued to pace, holding the plush as tight as he could. He couldn’t remember where he got the plush from but he didn’t care, it was making him think a bit less and that helped.

Tubbo came out from the corner of the room and went over to Ranboo, “Hey, Ranboo, are you little?” He asked softly, trying to not be too alarming in case Tommy was right.

Ranboo just looked confused and shook his head, not even looking Tubbo’s way. Tubbo huffed and continued to text Tommy, “Tommy’s gonna come over to check on you, okay? He knows mental health stuff better than most of us, sadly.” Tubbo shrugged and went to the corner again

Tubbo looked around the room while Ranboo started to rock himself in place, singing to himself in light little noises.

Tommy eventually ran in and was clearly holding in his usual yells, “alright, what is this then?” He exaggerated his accent to try to cheer Ranboo up, maybe.

Tubbo sighed, “Ranboo’s being a downer- more than usual.”

Tommy watched Ranboo for a moment, then went over and tilted his head, “you scared, big man?”

Ranboo immediately shook his head and bit onto the plush, looking away from Tommy.

Tommy took a step back, “hey, hey, it’s fine.” Tommy turned to Tubbo, “he is *so* little. Tubbo, he’s literally babbling.”

Tubbo shrugged, “hey, I don’t know what it is.”

“It’s your husband!”

Tubbo sighed, “yeah, but you kinda need to tell me what to do ta- ya know- deal with it??”

Tommy rolled his eyes and shrugged, “I mean you have a kid right?”

Ranboo finally let out a little vwoop, glaring at the two’s heads.

“Sorry.” Tubbo mumbled.

“Just treat him like any other kid.” Tommy suggested.

Tubbo nodded confusedly and walked over to Ranboo, not looking up at Ranboo, “hey, big man, let’s sit on the ground, okay?”

Ranboo glanced down then carefully sat down, pulling his legs close to himself.

Tubbo smiled and laid on the ground, “you have no clue what being little is, huh?”

Ranboo shook his head.

“Well, neither do I. Tommy!” Tubbo got up and gestured for Tommy to sit down.

Tommy gave Tubbo a face then sat down in front of Ranboo. “Fine, fine.”

Tubbo smiled, “I’ll go get us food.”

Tommy and Ranboo just sat near each other for a bit, until Tommy spoke up, “sooo- regression.”

Ranboo mumbled something against the plush.

Tommy sighed and set his bag to the side and started unpacking it, “what’s a good way to phrase this... okay, okay, so you know how like, we all cope with the ssstuff that happened on the smp. The usually coping method is you know making a new country. Wonder what that says about Karl... anyway! A probably like- better one is what you’re doing, which is called, you guessed it, age regression!”

Ranboo was too tired to guess anything, trying to find a comfy spot to sit, but the floor was stone so that wasn’t happening.

“It’s like- you feel like a kid and you act like one? And it helps?” Tommy scrunched up his face, then shrugged, “Wilbur did it before... you know and like. It did calm him down some. He was really fun too, like how a puppy is fun for like the first 10 minutes, but drag it out for- I don’t know? An hour? Who cares, you get what I’m saying.”

Ranboo has absolutely no clue what Tommy was saying and just nodded, scooting closer for comfort.

Tommy rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and got close enough for Ranboo to lean on him, which he did. Tubbo came up with a bunch of crackers and things to go with it, “yooo?”

Tommy shrugged with his free shoulder and held out his hands for the food.

Tubbo set the plate in front of the two.

Tommy looked over at Ranboo, “we should get you regression things.”

Ranboo shook his head, “no nee’.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “do.”

“No”

“You do.”

“M-m.”

“Ranboooo, come on, big man. You can’t tear your plushies to shreds.”

Ranboo pulled his mouth far away from where he was biting it, pouting and whining.

Tommy snorted, “you know I’m right.”

Ranboo shook his head, “won’ b’ b’b.”

“Huh.” Tubbo asked mid bite.

“You’re almost definitely going to be a baby again. We should be prepared for that, at least a little bit, you know?”

Ranboo stuffed his face in the plush again, “nooooo-“

Tommy huffed, “why not?”

“Go’a ‘tay biiig!” Ranboo bounced on of his legs.

Tommy shrugged, “you really don’t have to. Tubbo and I and like- your other friends can help watch you whenever.”

“Listen, if it helps you, poggers man.”

Ranboo made a loud screech and threw his plush to the wall, then ran over to his bed, getting on it and hiding under the blanket.

Tommy and Tubbo both stopped mid everything and watched Ranboo, confused as to why he was suddenly so agressive.

Tubbo took the grass plush and set it next to Ranboo on the bed. Ranboo got out of the blanket to take it and put the blanket back over. Tubbo sat in that spot and gently laughed as Ranboo immediately hugged him around the stomach. Tommy sighed and went over to the other side of Ranboo’s bed, “we’ll talk about it when you’re big. For now... how old you feel, big man?”

Ranboo shrugged and hugged Tommy’s arm, trying to hug both and the plush. Tommy messed up Ranboo’s hair, “you seem like a tiny little toddler.”

Tubbo smiled and rubbed Ranboo’s ring, “sooo, just about carrying age?”

Ranboo very audibly gasped and held his arms out.

Tubbo snorted, picking Ranboo up carefully, “there we go.”

Ranboo was immediately almost bouncing out of Tubbo’s grip out of joy. He babbled and vwooped out something neither one of them knew, but both cooed at the cute noise.

Ranboo kept babbling, pointing at things and telling them about whatever he felt like, trying to gesture to further elaborate, but at some point Tommy gave him a rattle (made from a little jar, beads, and a stick) and Ranboo gave up trying to make sense in favor of making as much noise as he could. Tubbo tried to respond as well as possible. Ranboo just enjoyed them both listening, almost talking himself back to sleep.

Tommy helped get Ranboo back in bed, “now I’m gonna get you more little toys, got it?”

Ranboo let out a good whine before shoving his face back into the grass plush.

Tubbo sighed and pet Ranboo, “you cool with me staying here?”

Ranboo nodded and gestured to Tommy with his shoulder, still nodding.

Tubbo took a breath, “we’ll be downstairs if you need anything. I’ll send Enderchest up.”

Ranboo let out a happy vwoop before genuinely trying to sleep.

“Night big man.” Tommy mumbled.

Tubbo pet Ranboo more, “Night, Ranboo. Love you.”

#agere tubbo #agere ranboo #agere tommyinnit #agere mcyt #little!ranboo #cg!tubbo #cg!tommyinnit #agere dsmp #jade writes

[v3nusxsky]

Hello again buddy!! I saw your post about opening lesso requests back up and im so excited!! I was wondering if you could do another romantic agere fic where reader is sick and it makes her slip more often and lesso takes care of her really well and is just super cute and fluffy? Im sick rn and ive discovered that it makes me slip way more often than usual and i thought itd be a cute fic idea, thank you so so much!! Keep up the amazing work!! <333

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Poorly Bubba

*Authors note~ I love writing Agere fics*

Trigger warnings~ age regression, (little r cg lesso) momma lesso sickness (throwing up )

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

The first symptom you had was a sore throat, nothing too unmanageable but enough to be annoying, then there was the pounding headache. Combined with the stuffy blocked knows and the churning of your stomach it was safe to say you clearly had some kind of bug. For you, your regression tended to be more frequent and a lot deeper when you felt under the weather.

Your sleep had been broken multiple times that night, but this time you felt nauseous so you ran straight to your shared bathroom, urging sounds filled the room alerting your girlfriend to your current state and pulling her from her slumber. Sleepily, she found her way to you, holding your hair back and rubbing circles into your back. You hated being sick, so not only were you being sick you were also choking on your own sobs.

"Sweetheart, your okay my darling it's all okay" she murmured hoping to soothe your already frightened self. "Momma" you sobbed curling into yourself. "It's okay little dove, you're okay momma has you." She whispered pressing a kiss into your hair as she flushed the toilet. "Dove, are you finished darling?" To which you nodded as you continued to cry. Lesso seemed to reach up to the sink to fill a little cup with water before handing it to you. "Here baby, sip this okay? It will help"

With a few sips of water, all you did was curl up into your girlfriend whimpering as you were hit with a bout of stomach cramps. "Momma brush?" You whimpered and she reached to grab you a toothbrush. "Here dove, let's brush those toothy pegs darling" she cooed before helping you clean you teeth.

With all your needs being met she helped you make your way back to the bedroom, before coming to snuggle you up to her chest, your nose buried into Lesso's neck, breathing in your scent. "Momma. I no feels god mmm hurt" you whined curling up into her more, clearly the cramps were playing you up something nasty but your tiny brain couldn't handle that fact. It became too much for you, all you could do is cry. "Oh my dove you're okay! Momma has you, what do you need baby? You want your baba? Noms? Ems?" She was reeling off the things you normally would ask for in this headspace, avoiding anything food or drink oriented.

"Wan noms ems nmm mommas" you whined wriggling unhappily as you couldn't get comfortable. "Okay baby let momma up okay?" Which caused you to whine more and clutch into the women's clothing, "no go no momma no weave" you whimpered over and over as she attempted to hush you, "baby I'll be two seconds love. Just two okay?"

True to her word Lesso returned quickly with ems and got you all snuggled back into bed with her. Ems tucked into your chest as she allowed you to have her fingers to suck or chew on. Whatever you needed she would give you, truly she just wanted you to feel better. She hated when you were sick knowing just how scared you were. "Momma is here baby you wanna go nini?" She murmured as you were blinking sleepily trying to fight the exhaustion. "Mmm. Mkmmma stway" you whimpered and she immediately nodded. "I'll stay my dove, we can both take the day off tomorrow and make mommas dove all better okay?"

You let out a pleased hum at the idea of staying home with momma, that meant snuggled in bed and a whole lot of comfort. "Now nini my darling dove momma loves you" she mumbled dropping kisses onto your head. "Nini momma wuvs " you mumbled before sleep took you. Lesso stayed on alert all night incase you had another bout of sickness, which thankfully you didn't.

Word count~ 753

#anon answered #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #dean of evil #anon requested

[smolsidesandco]

Title: I'm not icky 

Description: Remus is an age and pet regressor, but because of his intrusive thoughts, icky things commonly fill his head and make him think he's not a regressor. 

In this, Janus aka his Moddy ends up slowly helping the smol away from the intrusive thoughts.

Not exactly a series in order but I will be doing more with this same concept.

Universe info: Human Au

                       Janus is a wonderful enby with 

                    vitiligo that uses they/them

                        Remus is trans masc, and 

                    uses he/him

         This stuff doesn't come up really but I 

             enjoy this info.

Word count: 1,404

Tw: mentions of k!nk things, intrusive thoughts, impure regression

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Thoughts that held themselves like a dark gooey slime squirmed all throughout his head. Squishy squishy squishy icky thoughts. Black tar that covered and stuck to everything he did. All his movements, all his thoughts, every breath that left his lips. 'Lips that he could be using to-' no no no no! The green haired boy covered his ears. As if that would stop the rampant icky thoughts and ideas that ran through his head. Even though it wouldn't logically, it was all the little Duke could think about doing. Even if this had happened over and over when he had regressed. Whether that was involuntary or voluntary, nine times out of ten his intrusive thoughts would get increasingly louder and more on the adult icky side.

He didn't mind thoughts about blood or gore, that was just simple things. Those things just didn't bother him usually, even when he regressed. More dramatically violent thoughts for some reason just didn't seem so destructive to his mental state. It didn't haunt him or tear him apart like the gooey thoughts. The black icky darkness that he always had a hard time escaping. He had gotten quite sick before due to the thoughts filling his brain. Or even sometimes pushing him out of regression so he could do other icky things.

A sob escaped his mouth as he started to pull at his green and silver hair. As if yanking on it would pull away the icky sort of thoughts out. What if he was faking being a regressor? What if he wasn't a regressor and..and he was one of those icky kinds of littles? What if, that's what he was doing! He didn't like these thoughts...but but if he was having these kind of thoughts then that must be it! That must be-

"Remus?" A voice spoke from the entrance of his bedroom doorway. A figure dressed in what can be described as a casual Gothic ouji look stood at the door. Having easily been able to pick up on the crying from the other room. Either someone had stubbed their toe, which they totally wouldn't have laughed at them for, or something had happened to a regressed Remus. Re regressing alone was usually a recipe for disaster for multiple reasons. Sometimes it was a plotting smol causing chaos. A tiny octo tearing up something that he wasn't supposed to. Or in this case, overwhelming unwanted thoughts.

The smol one in question quickly started to rub his eyes of all the tears that were blurring his vision. His knees brought up to his chest as he had stuffed himself in the corner of his bedroom. Hoping he would have been able to make himself tiny and hide from these icky thoughts. But it seemed that the thoughts were too good at hide and seek and found him everytime he tried to hide! "I-tried to h-hide cause cause. Hnng im just Icky!" Remus tried to explain before he ended up in even more tears from before.

"You are not icky my little Morningstar." Janus was quick but soft to assure the crying baby. Their 'carer mode' quickly kicking in at seeing the small one cry over his own thoughts. Gently but quickly moving over to the regressed one on the floor. Not wanting to add to the overwhelming feeling Remus was feeling, but knowing he needed to be close enough to the smol to help them. 

"Those thoughts in your head do not make you icky. Moddy knows that it isn't fun at all to have all those things in your head, but that doesn't make you icky." They kept  their voice soft and steady as they spoke. Carefully holding out gloved hands for the other to take if he wanted to. 

"F-feels icky icky icky." Remus sniffled trying to look up at the big person without tears blocking his vision. "Don't don't wanna be icky! I'm already icky when not a baby! I don't wanna be icky baby too!" His emotions shifted between self anger, fear, and sadness. He was scared of all these thoughts he felt in his head. Sad that his smolspace was tainted by icky things and emotions he couldn't control. Angry at himself and the universe for not letting him have something that wasn't icky. 

"Baby you are not always icky, you're just very open and extra." Janus did agree that Remus tended to be rather talkative about that sort of stuff when he was in his big headspace, but they didn't consider it any different from his brother going on and on about romantic things. That and saying anything about the other being icky right now wouldn't help the situation right now.

The smol one gently reached out with one of his hands to touch the soft gloves that Jan always wore. Feeling the comforting texture that he liked to feel. It was smooth and soft against his hand, not a texture he touched the most often but still one that he really liked. It usually meant he was safe and things would be okay. It's a texture he associated with moddy a lot since they always wore gloves. Touching things with their actual hands could become too much for them a lot of the time. So a lot of the time they wore gloves over their hands to keep them away from touching anything bad. 

"Is there anything Moddy can do to help their very not icky Morningstar?" Janus asked as Remus started to get more and more distracted by feeling their gloves, textures always seemed to be an easy place to start getting them away from unwanted sort of thoughts. Textures simply had a way of conveying messages and feelings that words couldn't. Of course unwanted textures weren't good to feel, but figuring out textures that the little ones liked wasn't too hard to figure out after a while. This baby certainly liked the material their gloves were made of. 

"Would you like moddy to hold you?" That question seemed to pull Remus out of feeling the fabric of the gloves, instantly making grabby hands up at Janus with wide eyes. It was as if the other had said some sort of magic sentence. Like when you asked a dog if they wanted to go on walkies. Which is something that happened commonly when Roman happened to be in animal space. Unless you wanted him to have zoomies inside. Which rarely ended well.

"Uppies! Up up!!" 

Janus couldn't help but chuckle softly at the small baby demanding uppies with an adorable little bounce. "Well how can I say no to such an adorable and valid baby boy, hm?" Carefully picking up the little one in their arms. Not wanting to accidentally drop him, in moments they were rather thankful that Remus was relatively short and small compared to them. Otherwise he wasn't sure he would be able to pick the other up. 

Remus gave a happy giggle as he was picked up, grabbing onto moddy's caplet once he was picked up. This was another texture he really liked to feel. Moddy really had the best touchy feely stuff. It made his fingers feel nice and happy! Like they were dancing to a really awesome song! "Touchy touchy touch touch!"  He made another happy giggle as moddy messed around with his hair the way he liked. And...liking his hair being played with was okay! It wasn't icky! "No icky icky." He smiled proudly at being able to say it wasn't icky without anyone else having to say it. Usually he needed help but this time he did it himself!

"Thats very very true baby, not icky at all. Very good little one." Janus said with a smile at the regressed baby in their arms coming to the conclusion by himself. There was still a long way to go before Remus was fully able to get through the intrusive thoughts, but every pinch of progress was a success. It was slow yes, but that was okay. It was much better than the other being stuck in these thoughts or stuck in the horrible things of the past. "I'm very proud of you, now how about we go watch some cartoons in moddy's room?"

"Mhm mhm mhm! Wanna watch the one with the monsters at the school!"

"Oh really? Well I think that sounds like a plan then."

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