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cw: this is an age regression drabble. caregiver!keigo. keep all additions and tags strictly sfw.
Keigo spent a majority of his life protecting people from a distance.
He would, of course, always follow that twitch in his feathertips when they told him someone needed safety or comfort nearby. The act of protecting is one that scratches that intrinsic, unquenchable itch baked deep into his feathers and the fibers of his bone marrow beneath; but protection never quite felt tangible to him.
He always thought saving people meant giving yourself until you're empty and then turning heel to take flight. It meant making efficient use of your time, answering every "thank you, Hawks!" with a wink and a gust of his wings to speed away and save the next.
It meant never slowing down or seeing the fruits of your labor.
As a hero, Keigo's actions never felt solid in his hands— so he simply decided he felt that way because he wasn't trying hard enough; that he needed to clock longer hours and more frequent, grueling shifts.
But as a man, protecting you felt so much different from all that.
Keeping you safe is a slow, methodical process. It's a neverending pet project built with loving purpose and steady hands, armed with rolled up sleeves over the bicep and fuzzy teddy bears as his deadly arsenal.
Keigo has always been finely attuned to your little quirks, mannerisms, and subtle displays; so when your eyes go just the slightest bit fuzzy, fingertips wringing a frenzy against your bedsheets while you mumble in the cutest, clipped speech, he knows exactly what to do.
He can coax the tension out of your shoulders with his words alone.
"You feeling small, baby?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. Those golden eyes of his gently flick back and forth between yours when he sits, assessing your form curled in on itself against the headboard of your bed.
And your shoulders droop instantly, nodding once. You gnaw at a chewed up cuticle.
"Oh, baby, it's okay. S'okay, c'mere," Keigo whispers, arms open with grabby hands for you to crawl and nestle into his warmth. "Shhh, it's alright, little birdie. You can be small tonight. That okay? Wanna be small for me?"
The thick of his warm palm cradles the back of your skull and you nod like he just offered you a lifeline. The barrel of his chest rises and falls with even breaths, sinking you further as you smush your cheek into the side of his neck with your eyes shut.
He smells nice. You sink even deeper.
Keigo sits cross legged on the bed and leans just the slightest bit back when you sink into him. Like this, he reminds you of an aged, sturdy tree; firm and unyielding with the slightest give, but always consistent and firmly rooted.
Safe. Warm and safe.
Always safe.
"Mm," you hum, feeling a bit fuzzier now.
"Yeah?" Keigo answers. He pulls back to get a good look at you, and you see him smiling ear to ear as if that little sound you just gave was a whole speech. "Get comfy, cause I'm gonna spoil you tonight."
And spoil you he does.
The next thing you know, Keigo has you sitting cross legged in front of him on the bed, ready to make a few last big decisions.
"Okay!" He chirps, placing two open palms in front of you for you to look at. "We're gonna pick, okay?" His rich voice guides you along gently, smoothly. "Just two, I prommy."
You nod fervently at the reassurance, nearly straining your poor little neck with the motion.
You have to think— which is scary— but it's only two times. You can do that.
"Perfect, dove," Keigo praises as if he just read your mind.
The first question is easy.
"Blanket fort," he says, clenching his left fist closed and open for emphasis. "Or bed?" He closes and opens the right.
If you were a smidge more lucid, you'd feel a twinge of remorse for how hard you slam down on his left palm.
"Sorry, 'Kei," you droop.
"Awww," Keigo coos genuinely. "You think you hurt me… That's so cute, dove! Yeah, you're a strong one, aint'cha?"
And just like that, you're smiling proud once more. Keigo's heart soars at a job well done.
"One more and you're finished, little bird," he says seriously, like he's presenting you with a quest; and you nod your head with a furrowed brow to accept the challenge, a hero ready to conquer.
"Movie," he says, clenching one palm. "Or storytime?" He clenches the other.
Maybe you weren't quite as ready as you thought.
Tears begin to pinprick at the corners of your eyes. You fight back little hitched sniffles and sobs as you stand in the face of the mountain before you, trying to be brave.
"I… U-Uhm," you hiccup and stutter at the idea of thinking any more than you have to.
Keigo considers stepping in. His feathers ruffle from the base to the edges of his wingspan, spine stiffening at the sight of you in distress. The itch begins to burn once more and—
You slowly place both palms face down in his, lip wobbling when you look at him.
"Both?" He asks and your heart swells with gratitude that he picked up on your meaning— of course he would, you beam. Keigo's so smart.
You nod once.
"Both it is, sweetheart!"
All other decisions from that point onward are made by Keigo himself.
Keigo decides to stand, hushing your blubbers with a kiss to your crown and a teddy placed in your hands to keep you company while he sets the scene.
Keigo decides on the color theme for tonight's blanket fort (baby blue), putting to good use his avian instincts of nest building when he selects the finest comforters and pillows to fluff and stack.
Keigo decides to hand you your fuzziest jammies and softest blankies while his feathers zip off to fetch your favorite mug carrying something hot for you to sip.
Keigo decides on the movie— something animated and lighthearted, a familiar favorite of yours. He suppresses a smile that twitches at the corners, thinking about how excited you're gonna get once you see. You'll squeak "that's my favorite!" like you don't say that every time, and he'll reply once again, "no way, mine too!"
Keigo decides he selfishly gets more out of this than you do; but at the same time, unbeknownst to him, you decide the exact same thing.
#Minors dni#tw agere#tw age regression#hawks x reader#keigo takami x reader#🖋 writing#🍧 sugar#bnha x reader#mha x reader
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fuck you *slaps my age regression on your turtles* /aff
Raphie's regression is so /neg for him hfgsdhdgs,, he has a hard time, but Mikey helps a lot,, <3
#I am 100% projecting gdhsgfsd#phy's sketchbook#HEA AU#ROTTMNTAU#Happily Ever After AU#rottmnt#tmt#art#rottmnt au#tmnt au#future raph#future mikey#raphael hamato#michelangelo hamato#tw age regression
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ouu you could do a drabble for any fic of the boys forcing her into little space
(A/N): I love this so much babes you have no idea tysm for requesting it
Warnings: Roofies, Non-Con touching and force feeding (non-sexual), forced age regression, Yandere au, ot7 x reader, they're fucked up.
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You thumbed through the pages of your book quickly, listening to the quiet thump thump thump of the pages collapsing atop each other. The weight of the novel felt like a boulder in your hands, which shifted from one to the other as you stood at the stoop of a large, white house.
Book Club was one of the best things that you could've done for yourself. Your first year of college was taxing, courses weighing you down as exams drew closer, and the lack of friends isolating.
That was until you met the book club. Seven sexy men who read amazing books and hung onto your every word as you shared your opinion of the latest chapter invited you to their first meeting of the new school year. It became a haven of acceptance in a new and looming country.
Dark clouds hung in the sky as you waited. They threatened to come closer, as if the weight of expected rainfall were pulling them down to you. You heard stomps down the flight of stairs in front of the door, following by hushed muttering and the patter of multiple pairs of feet across the hard floors.
One of your hands flew up to brush the top of your head, smoothing down your already pulled back hair. Nerves shot through your body as the handle turned. Sure, it wasn't uncommon to have meetings at their house (Basically a frat house with only seven members), but the tension was getting worse with each meeting.
Their lingering gazes on the skin above your jeans when you lifted your arms, light touches on your lower back as you walked through the kitchen, and flirty comparisons between you and the lead in a romance novel they had insisted everyone read had you guessing.
It had you guessing as you got dressed for todays meeting, putting on the shortest shorts you owned (practically spandex boyshorts) and spraying your sexiest perfume on the divet between your shoulders and collarbone. It had you guessing as Jimin flung open the door. It even had you guessing as he pulled you into the house and into him, enveloping you in a suffocating hug as his nose grazed the skin of your neck.
"It's so good to see you!" He exclaimed, finally pulling away. "Is that a new perfume?"
You nodded, quiet as his good looks struck you again. They did every time you saw him. His golden hair framed piercing eyes that seemed to slide up and down your body every time you greeted one another.
He kept an arm over your shoulder as you both walked into the living room. Some of the boys were already lounging on the sofas, copies of the months book stacked high on the coffee table.
They all shot up from their positions and shuffled happily forward.
"(Y/N)!!" They shouted, passing you around the group for hugs.
"Hi guys!" You cheered, happily pressing your cheeks against theirs when they tightened their hugs.
When Jin finally managed to squeeze his way to you, he pulled you into a short hug and swayed you side to side.
"It's been too long, pretty girl."
You chuckled. "It's only been a week."
He huffed. His eyes turned downwards and fake cries leaked from his throat. “You don't miss us after a week!? Oh, the blasphemy!” He threw a hand over his heart.
“Alright.” You drawled, giggling as he slowly slid to the ground in a fake heart attack. “I missed you soooo much.”
He smiled and straightened up. His hand still wrapped around your waist tightened, pulling you into his side.
“Good. Our girls gotta miss us as much as we miss her.”
Your head twisted up to look at him in shock, but he was already staring ahead, seemingly unfazed.
“Alright!” Taehyung called out, clapping his hands together with a book in between. “Time to discuss!”
Everyone settled into their respective seats in the half circle of a couch and two loveseats on either side, facing inwards. You fell back into one of the loveseats, pulling a leg underneath yourself as you slumped into the large cushion. Yoongi fell after you, letting your knees graze as he stared into his book. His eyes shot to your side profile every few minutes as discussions slowly started. You pretended as though the rising blush on your face was from the sweatshirt you were wearing.
You paid no attention to the discussion, only registering the varying baritones and rhythms of their voices as you zoned out. Did Seokjin mean that in a romantic way? Were you their girl?
No. He couldn't have.
They didn't think that way about you. Not like how you thought of them.
“Earth to (Y/N).” A hand waved in front of your face. Once. Twice. You blinked.
“Oh!” You shook your thoughts away, “Sorry, guys. Where were we?”
“Where were you?” Yoongi asked, looking at you inquisitively. “You were off in your own little world.”
You looked around the room, all of their gazes gave you varying degrees of judgement. You shrugged dismissively. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters.” Namjoon said. He was sitting on the furthest end of the couch, legs spread, with the book open on his lap hiding what his grey sweatpants wouldn't. “We care about what bothers you.”
You smiled at him, and he returned it.
“I appreciate that Joony, It just isn’t a big deal.”
He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I haven't heard you say that before.”
Confusion spread across your face as you looked at each of the boys. “Heard what?”
He laughed, “Joony.”
“It’s cute.” Taehyung grumbled beside him, a sudden mood washing over him.
Namjoon nodded to him. “It is, But-” His gaze shifted to you, “You’ve never called me that before.”
You sat up and shifted in your seat, eyes darting around the room. Finally, your eyes landed on your feet.
“I’m sorry. I-I didn't mean to make you uncom-”
“You didn't.” Your eyes shot up to his. He was looking at you in a way you hadn't seen before. He was looking at you like he was hungry; a starving man ready to eat. He shifted in his seat, pulling at his sweatpants again, before quickly placing the open book back on his lap. His eyes met yours again.
“But you are.”
“What?” You breathed. Your hand rubbed the back of your neck. It felt searing hot, almost molten to the touch. “I don't know what you mea-”
“You’re uncomfortable.” He sighed. “What’s making you so uncomfortable, baby?”
“I-,” You avoided his stare and let your eyes wander down to his socks. “Nothing. I’m not.”
He hummed. “Sure, baby.”
You could feel the heat crawling up your scalp.
“Are you sure you’re ok?”
Yoongi was leaned over, eyes scanning your face. “You seem like you have a fever.”
Your eyes flitted around the room. No one was talking, just watching you and Yoongi. Strange.
“Yeah, I haven’t been feeling the best lately.”
“Oh,” He sighed as if disappointed with you, “Might be a stress fever. We told you to take it easier since midterms.”
You looked away from him in a short of shame. Last exam season was much like this one, where you had overworked yourself into a harsh fever. The boys offered for you to stay at their house, having plenty of rooms to accommodate you in, but you had refused.
That didn't stop them from doting on you. Taehyung brought you warm drinks after his classes each day, Jungkook brushed your hair when you could barely sit up, and Hoseok tucked you in at each nightly check-in they demanded you have with them. If you got another fever as harsh, you knew they would insist you stay with them.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, a wobble to your voice.
His eyes softened. “It’s ok, sweetheart.” His hand came up to pet your cheek gently. “We just want to make sure you’re ok.”
The heat only increased as you noticed how close he was to you. His nose was barely an inch way from yours. He was inching closer, his exhales fanning across your neck.
“Do you want some water? Might help you cool down.”
Jungkook took your attention from Yoongi, Clearing his throat as Yoongi glowered at him.
You looked between the two and swallowed. “Uh, Sure!”
Jungkook retreated into the kitchen, and the room fell into a hushed silence.
Your eyes locked with Jimin and he took your uncomfortable hint.
“Ok!” He clapped his hands together. “What about Chapter thirteen? What did we think about the motivations of-”
You zoned out again, only coming back to when Jungkook was stood in front of you with the cup of water.
“Oh, Thank you.” You whispered, trying to go unnoticed as the discussion moved on. To avoid speaking, you gulped almost half the cup down before Jungkook had even got to his seat. By the time he was following along with Hoseoks opinionated rant, you had finished the entire cup.
“(Y/N)? Do you have anything to add?” Jin encouraged you, nodding as you slurred.
“I think-” The room swirled around you, spiraling your stomach into a bout of motion sickness. “That it’s so blurry.”
He looked at you in mock confusion.
“Why's it so blurry?” You hiccuped, trying to stand. The arm of the loveseat seemed to give out from under you and the floor spun as you fell into it and into darkness.
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“Come on baby, wake up. Nap time’s over.”
You jolted awake, your eyes shooting open to see the men crowded over you. You lightly shifted and tried to stretch. Instead, you heard a soft metal click.
You became all too aware, all at once. As if the disorientation had melted away with that click, you noticed everything on you.
Pink mittens, made of soft fleece, were clipped around both of your hands and feet. pink leather cuffs were situated atop those, chaining your hands and feet together. It gave you, at most, 12 inches of movement.
You tried to yell, to scream, to cry out for help, anything, but the object gagging your sounds made it impossible. At most, you could whimper or groan at the men standing above you. Your mittened hands flew up to the gag, but the leather straps couldn't be undone with the minimal movement the mittens gave you.
Tears started streaming down your cheeks and your body flung, trying to get them away from you as they surrounded you on the couch.
“Someone’s fussy.” Jimin cooed, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. You flinched away, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe it would all go away.
You felt the couch dip by your head. Jimin sat down and gripped your shoulders gently. He pulled your head into his lap.
“Did you have a bad dream?”
You finally opened your eyes, he was staring down at you with a smile, his eyes turning into crescents as you stared up at him.
You nodded. This had to be a weird, lucid dream.
He clicked his tongue. “Poor thing.”
The couch dipped by your feet and you looked up as far as you could. Taehyung was lifting your cuffed legs into his lap. His hands started to rub your calfs as he talked.
“We only did this for the first time. Once we know you’re going to be a good girl, these can come off.” He jiggled the chain between your feet as he looked down at you. “Ok, baby?”
You hurriedly nodded and put your head on a swivel. The rest of them were in the room, or milling about in the kitchen.
Namjoon sauntered into the room and sat in the loveseat across from you. He picked up where Taehyung left off.
“We don't think your Paci, or mittens, need to come off though.” Jimin and Taehyung nodded. Some of the others, leaning against the wall or sitting on the other loveseat, gave varying sounds of agreement.
Your eyes widened as you felt the object in your mouth. It was a pacifier. You let out a stifled sob, eyes scrunching up as pitiful whines escaped from your gagged throat.
“Oh, baby” Jimin tutted, wiping more of your tears away, “We know, We know.” He shushed you quietly, smoothing down the parts of your hair that the straps had mussed up in your earlier thrashing.
“Such big emotions for such a little girl.” He cooed. “But you're doing so good!”
You tried to question him, but only a “mm?” came out.
“Yes,” he rubbed your cheek with his fingers, “such a good girl.”
You steadied your breathing, taking in deep breaths as he fell into a trance like stare. His hands made methodical movements across your face, rubbing and pinching as he stared down in awe. His fingers became damp as they rubbed past the residue of your tears. You tried to be calm, quelling your panic as you kept looking around the room. Everyone was watching you, encircling you with no where to run.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” He whispered, before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Been wanting to make you our girl for so long. and now its finally happening!” He giggled and placed another kiss to the side of your cheek. “You’re behaving even better than I expected.”
“Don’t take all her attention.” Hoseok scolded, stalking over.
Jimin rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He pouted as Hoseok knelt down next to you.
“I think it’s time for a bottle.” He announced.
You could hear rushed footsteps into the kitchen, and the sound of liquid pouring. Taehyung was quick to rush back with it.
“C’mere, Princess.” He whispered, slightly shaking the bottle.
You looked at Hoseok, who nodded back at you. Seeing that there wasn’t another options, you started to sit up. The metal chain of your feet clinked together as you slid your feet in front of yourself. The mittens around your feet kept you from feeling the shock of the cold Harwood, but it still shot through your body as your knees gently hit the floor after sliding off the couch.
Taehyung smiled with glee, before wrapping his hands around the chain between your feet. He pulled, dragging you until he was almost straddling you.
The rest of the boys came closer, making another circle and Taehyungs hands came up to your cheeks. You felt the cold condensation of the bottle rubbing against you as he spoke.
“You’re going to have to be a very good girl while you take your bottle. If not, Namjoon is going to have to spank you.”
“Mm?!”
You swung your head from side to side, shoulders shaking as more muffled sobs escaped.
“See?” His hands gripped the sides of your head harshly. He waited until you looked at him again with bleary eyes.
“That. That is what will make him spank you. As long you don't do that,” He let go, rubbing your cheeks again as a calm and sweet demeanor flushed over him again. “You’ll be fine.”
He nodded, “Ok?”
You shook your head up and down vigorously, moaning in agreement.
“Good” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping his hands to the nape of your neck. You felt him make quick work of the lock, and the pressure finally give way.
As the gag fell into your lap, you took a large inhale.
“Remember,” Namjoon said, his hands on his knees as he bent behind Taehyung, “You don't want to give me any reason to discipline you.”
You sniffled and nodded, keeping your eyes to the floor. He looked too happy, like he wanted you to fail. Like he wanted to hurt you.
“Alright, princess. Open wide.”
You obeyed, letting the plastic nipple slip between your lips. All of a sudden, milk coming pouring into your mouth faster than you could swallow. You got two gulps down before it started to overflow.
You hiccuped, and milk leaked past the corner of your lips, dripping down your shirt. Soon enough, you gasped and spit it up. Milk dribbled down your chin as quickly as your tears.
“I’m so-sorry.” You hiccuped, mittened hands coming up to Taehyungs chest. “I didn’t mean t-”
He shushed you with a long and gentle hum. He was looking at you softly, as were the rest of the boys crowded around you. Jimin reached from the side and lifted your shirt from your midsection to wipe your mouth.
“Babies spit up all the time,” Taehyung mused, a hand coming to grip your chin, “Just means we have to push a little further.”
He gripped the sides of your jaw until your mouth gave way, opening enough for him too plunge the nipple into your mouth. He pushed until it rested on the back of your tongue. You gagged as milk drained into your throat, swallowing quickly to finish, to make it stop.
Finally, the last bit of milk dribbled into your mouth.
“Good job!! What a good girl!” They praised, hands coming to caress your face and sides as the pacifier was forced back into your mouth.
Hobi, smiling happily, came to your side. “I think she needs a nap after all that milk.” The boys agreed, some shuffling to the entrance of the living room.
“Come on, baby.” He said, staring down at you.
You whimpered under his gaze, and started to pull yourself up.
“Uh-Uh.” He chirped, pushing his hands into the back of your hair. His fingers tangled in the locks, pulling your face back to watch him.
“Babies crawl.” He pushed you down, your knees and palms slamming into the hardwood. You cried out as he held you in that position, legs shaking against the rough surface.
“Crawl, Baby.”
Slowly, you started to shuffle across the floor; crawling after your new daddies.
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baby time!!
#tw age regression#age regression#agere#age regressor#maddy writes#sfw agere#agere blog#cglre#agere community#cglre caregiver#cglre little#cglre community#agerespace#cglre babygirl#agere lifestyle#caregiver#cglre blog#agere aesthetic#cglre relationship#calico critters#what i would give for calico critters
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Gerard finding frank age regressing in the van after a show. taking advantage of franks willingness to do whatever gee wants as long as he’s close to him. gee jerking him off slowly as frank falls asleep in his lap
<33
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tw: age regression
how would lawrence feel/react if marshall age regressed somedays due to all the infantilization? how would marshall feel when he comes out of it?
thank u for answering all my silly questions <33 i love ur characters!
Tysm, I love answering your questions!!
TW: Age regression, infantilizing behavior, mentioned involuntary/forced regression, (everything is SFW and platonic for any newcomers who might see this lolol)
Lawrence would simply love if Marshall age regressed, no matter the age to. He'd buy things to accommodate for Marshall's age regression if he doesn't have them already, and would definitely become even more infantilizing.
In Lawrence's mind, it's like, "if Marshall is acting this way, it surely means he wants me to treat him like a baby! He's just too shy to admit it!"
When Marshall comes out of it, he'd feel ashamed, humiliated, and beyond embarrassed, even if he couldn't really control it. He'd try to distance himself further from Lawrence and would try to convince himself it was just some fever dream. The younger he regressed to, the more embarrassed he'd be.
Of course, Lawrence would be enthusiastic to get him back into his headspace to regress again. Marshall would feel only more humiliated when Lawrence happily tells him there's nothing to be ashamed of, because he knows he just played right into his captor's hands and he couldn't even help it.
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hello! I'm looking for someone who wants to RP a plot involving SFW age regression. please do not interact if you are looking for a nsfw rp!
that said, I prefer rping with adults as i'm in my 20s, so people over 20 are preferred.
I'm looking for partners who will rp the legend of zelda or hazbin hotel. if you're interested, like this ask and i'll dm you! 💫
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Important question for me or others who use age regression as a coping mechanism:
Would D.Shark be ok with it? Like he genuinely he emits a lot of safe energy through all that kink fassade and that's something that makes "smol me" go all "Wanna snuggle and fall asleep on ur lap"
Yes, though he wouldn’t know what it entails. he’ll look up what it is and how to help with this coping mechanism.
He already cuddles you and shows affection, but he will see if he needs to change things up in order to benefit you.
Essentially he wants to make sure he isn’t harming you mentally nor having you harm yourself.
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OK age regression sans, Lamb, and his Papyrus, Smile .
Smile's jacket strings are frayed because sometimes when he holds Lamb while he's in little space Lamb will chew on them . He doesn't care, however, and prioritizes comforting his brother over all else .
Lamb absolutely hates loud noises, especially sudden loud noises that come from no where . They make him grow jumpy and anxious .
He loves candy, especially chocolate, and he'll stuff little hard candies into his pockets . Juice boxes of any flavor are welcome here, as well as chocolate milk .
Smile works at a café so he'll bring home sweets and treats for Lamb all the time . Depending on the day Lamb might beg Smile to let him go to work with him, and as long it's not too busy or loud he'll help Smile in exchange for snacks .
Lamb can only wear big, soft, comfy clothing, anything else makes him feel strange .
Lamb will regress for different reasons
Sometimes it's simply for comfort, sometimes he falls into it because it was triggered by something . Sometimes it's positive and Sometimes it's negative .
Whenever it's for good reason, he becomes more giddy and stimmy, and whenever it's for a bad reason he'll become very clingy to Smile and he won't leave his side until he feels better .
He's also very self conscious about his regression, he tries to hold it in when he's around anyone who isn't Smile .
Smile keeps them stocked up on coloring books, crayons, stuffed toys, and lollipops for whenever Lamb is in little space . He loves his bro so so much and will always go out of his way to make sure he feels secure and happy . He's learned to recognize the signs of his brother regressing, so he knows exactly when to lower his voice and take care of him . Sometimes he'll speak in the third person, "Do want to color with papy ?" And he'll always praise Lamb for whatever he accomplishes .
Rules
1. No lewd at all whatsoever .
2. Ships are fine as long as it's NOT with a papyrus, and he's not sexualized, similarly with smile do NOT ship him with a sans . I will find you
3. Aus and headcanons are ok
4. Rps and art are ok !
5. Be sure to credit me as their creator if you should use them, and absolutely tag me in posts about them I'd love to see it
6. Have fun <3
#sans#sans au#papyrus#papyrus au#undertale#undertale au#sans the skeleton#papyrus the skeleton#smile papyrus#lamb sans#age regression sans#my au#sans art#sans fanfic#papyrus fanfic#tw age regression#age regression
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I'm not personally one to regress, but I have experience being a caregiver, so here's some headcanons. I hope you like them :)!
Keigo has a list in his notes of the shows he thinks you'd like when you're little. Little Bear, Bluey, Too Cute! on Animal Planet, anything he thinks would be a comfort.
If he sees something stimmy in your favorite color or material, he buys it right off the bat, next-day shipping. Fleece blanket? Bought. Hand fidgets? He's got 'em. Fun straws? In the cart.
The lighting in his apartment is dimmable and changes color to cater to any kind of light-based sensory need.
Want him to sing or hum something for you? He'll do it without question, whether he knows the song or not. No matter how silly he feels doing it, he'll do it for you.
He's learned all your favorite meals to have when you're regressed by heart and always has the ingredients for at least one at his place.
He lets you dress him up in whatever's in his closet. Including a few silly outfits he's bought for this exact purpose.
So many stuffies. He's got a mountain of them stockpiled for easy availability. You want to be covered in plushies? He's got enough to bury the both of you.
He ignores any calls or messages when he's acting as your caregiver. Unless it is literally the end of the world, he's not willing to leave your side- and even then, he's reluctant. You're more important to him than all of them combined.
- magpie anon ✦
MAGPIE THIS IS LITERALLY SO PERFECT I'M EATING THIS ASK.
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I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE HC ANY OF THE TURTLES AS AGE REGRESSORS- it opens up so many cute and sad story possibilities
JHFGSHFD REAL
I'm just a huge self-projector tbh fhdsgjfgds I have a pattern of dumping all my problems and habits onto the turtles, specifically Mikey and Raph eheh
including my thing for gogurts fhjsaddsjf
#phy's sketchbook#inbox answer#art#HEA AU#ROTTMNTHEA#Happily Ever After AU#rottmnt#tmnt#future raph#future mikey#tw age regression
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Flashback
Summary: He’s always been your protector, even when you didn’t know it.
Warnings: Stalking, Age Regression, Infantilization, Death/Murder, Nightmare, titles “papa” and “dada” used.
A/N: This is the first installment of the “Reminiscent” drabble series. In the Oh, Brother! Universe, All of them remember an encounter with mc before she knew she was theirs. (I suggest reading the chapter series before this series for context.)
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“Ah!”
You jolted up in bed, sweat misting your face and neck. You reached blindly across the bed. Both of your hands felt a person curled up on either side of you. Jimin, to your left, lazily opened his eyes. He scanned your form for a second before registering the panic across your face. His half-mast eyes shot open as he shot up.
“Baby! What’s wrong? What happened?” His hands cupped your face as his eyes scoured your frame.
You shook your head, nuzzling your cheek into his hand. “Nightmare.”
He sighed in relief. “Ok, ok,” He whispered, pulling you into his tight hold. He rocked you gently for a few moments.
“Dada?” You pulled back to gaze up at him. Only the minimal light from your bedside alarm clock helped you see his bare-faced features. Gorgeous, soft, and gentle eyes looked at you like you were the moon and stars in the pitch-blackness of your shared room.
“Yes?”
“I need Papa. Gotta make sure he ok.”
“Oh, baby,” He placed a series of kisses on your left temple, “Of course.”
He slid out of bed gently, helping you step down quietly as Jungkook lay like a rock in his original spot. He would stay put like a well-worn river stone until the blare of an alarm awoke him.
The worry for your Papa made you hurriedly stomp to the door of your room.
“Where’s Papa?” You asked, already turning the doorknob.
“In his office. Papa doesn’t sleep with you on Saturday, baby.”
You huffed. “Papa,” You muttered the name until you reached the end of the hall, Jimin hot on your heels. “Papa, Papa, Papa.”
Jimin turned the doorknob, letting the small illumination shine on the corner of Hobi’s office. A small twin bed was tucked away, covered with a black comforter and one thin pillow. Hobi was resting on the pillow, his head thrown back and mouth slightly agape as snores escaped him. Jimin leaned against the door frame and gave your back a slight push.
“Go ahead. He won’t be mad. He’s never mad when you need him.”
With the soft push, you timidly tiptoed to Hoseok's side.
Jimin watched for a moment as you built up the courage to reach out your hand. He could connect the dots. The nightmare you had must have involved him. Maybe he died? Were you scared of losing him? He smiled at the thought. Loving them enough to have nightmares about losing them? He could preen like a peacock at the idea. With a puffed chest, he closed the door and sauntered back to your bedroom.
“Papa.” You tapped his shoulder lightly.
His eyes immediately opened, Scanning and flitting across the room like always. Hoseok was always aware of his surroundings. Now, his entire surrounding was you. He took in your tear-streaked cheeks, red eyes, and shaking hands. Before he could register his shock, you bust into another bout of tears.
“Papa!” You sobbed, immediately clambering onto the bed and his lap. The bed creaked with your racking shoulders.
“Doll-”
“Thought you were gone!” You hiccuped. “Had a nightmare, and Papa left.” You dragged out the end of “Left.” with a pitiful whine and another hiccup.
Hoseok's hands rubbed your shoulders, kneading the flesh gently.
“Oh, my poor dolly. C’mere.”
He pulled you down onto his chest and busied himself with petting your back.
“Papa’s not going anywhere.” He whispered. You nodded against him but only cried more. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” Hoseok held your chin, forcing eye contact. Your bloodshot eyes hurt him more than a knife to the heart.
“I need you to say it.” He whispered, pleading. For once in his life, he found himself begging. “I need to know that you believe it.”
You sniffled and nodded. Your voice wavered and cracked.
“Papa’s not goin’ anywhere.”
He smiled. “Yeah. That’s right. Papa’s always gonna be here. Always.”
As you finally smiled, he remembered the truth in his statement.
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Money was always an issue. You needed to leave your mother's house, but jobs were scarce, and the two you did have didn’t pay well. They all knew that and tried to help their girl in any way possible. Every time they found their way into your room while you were busy at work, they’d replace stolen chapsticks and panties with cash and coins. Stuffed between cushions, socks, and pockets, the money was shoved into your piggy bank. As you scrimped and saved with their provisions, your soon-to-be boyfriends happily watched from conveniently placed teddy bears and laptop cams.
Poor thing. Hoseok thought as he watched you lock the doors to your second jobs store. She must be so tired. He knew you were. Following your routes and schedule for the past few months had made him privy to your mannerisms and subsequent meanings. You were slouched over as you dug through your bag and pulled out a small box.
Oh no. You were putting earbuds on, head still down as you continued down the dark sidewalk. He wished you would stop at the bus stop you were approaching, but you continued on. The money you needed to save was taken from many things, including safe transportation. Hoseok sighed. She really does need daddy to look out for her.
He set off a block behind you, watching as you made your way home. His eyes scanned every door and alley, aware and calculating. You turned to the left, disappearing around a brick corner.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hoseok saw a creeping darkness. A man in a dark hoodie slid out of an alleyway, aiming for you. Hoseok felt anger bubble up in his throat like bile. He sped up, rapidly approaching the man as he crossed the street. The man turned but was grabbed by the back of his hoodie. Hoseok yanked him back, slamming the side of his head into the sharp corner of the building. A sickening crack rang out, pulling you out of your trance. You tugged one of your earbuds from your ear and turned. Nothing. After another curious glance backward, you kept walking.
Hoseok heaved, trying to steady his breathing as he listened to your footsteps grow quieter. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He grabbed the dead weight under its shoulders and started to pull. This fucking asshole is keeping me from my girl. Stupid fucking perve. Why are you so heavy? Fucking fat fuck. He dropped the body against the wall, neatly hidden behind a dumpster. The body wouldn’t be found until the morning or later.
Fuck. The hoodie. It had his fingerprints, hair, and everything else that would point an accusing finger at him. He snatched it off, pulling the blue fabric into his backpack. Ok. Nothing can incriminate me. He got mugged. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and things went south. Hoseok smiled at his bright idea and dug into the body's pockets. He opened the slim wallet and looked down at the cash tucked inside. Perfect. She’ll have a little extra allowance this month. Finally, the streetlamp cast a glimmer that caught his eye. On the body’s left hand, a golden ring winked at him. He pulled it off a limp fourth finger and held it in the palm of his hand. A ravenous smile spread across his face.
Fate.
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Hoseok lulled you to sleep as he remembered his devotion with a smile. His hands rubbed your back and neck gently, and he muttered quiet reassurances.
You clung onto the soft fabric of your Papas hoodie. It was a dark blue, speckled with red spots along the neck and chest that he insisted were the result of his messy eating, and fit him just loosely enough that you could bury your head underneath it if you wanted.
You were doing just that. You were breathing in steady breaths of his comforting scent as your fingers rubbed against the cotton. Hoseok's hands were busy rubbing your back and supporting his head as he looked down at the lump underneath his hoodie. He chuckled. Like a rabbit hiding away in her burrow.
“That’s it, Doll. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, not even sure that you could hear him. The hand rubbing his sleeve was now limp, curled up along his side as you laid atop him. Only your nose and whisps of fluttering eyelashes were visible from your hiding spot. Your comfortable huffs tickled his neck. Hoseok smiled, crooked and unsettling.
“Papas got you. I’ll protect you, always.”
#oh brother#hoseok x reader#bts x reader#yandere bts x reader#yandere hoseok#yandere hobi#tw age regression
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Welcome to Elsewhere!
This is primarily a server about the owner's imaginary world, called Elsewhere. The imaginary world is primarily themed around whump and hurt/comfort with a wide variety of topics that may be difficult for some people. As such, the server is only for people 15 years or older.
Elsewhere also incorporates age regression as a coping mechanism for some characters. There are seperate channel categories for age regression and whump, as well as one category for combining the two things.
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Okay, so, I sometimes ageregress and I think Sal would too tbh. If you don't know what ageregressing is, it's basically age play without the sexual undertones (dressing up, being in the mindset of a child, having childish interest but more like an episode, you are still a functioning adult). Since Sal didn't get to be a child for that long because of the accident and bullying he could be a child with me as an adult fbjsicjsjsj
It would be so adorable to see him play with action figures or having tea parties with his s/o and plushies TvT
And Larry would be probably really chill about that too. Just imagine lil Sal talking really excitedly about his favorite color and Larry being like: "Woah, dude, that's so sick. Blue n pink really are special my guy"
It would be so adorable drzhdgjg >v<
I've actually answered an ask about Sal being an age regressor! Here's some more headcannons about it:
Sal as an age regressor-
[CW: SFW age regression/ little space, mentions of past trauma and abuse]
>This is likely something Sals therapist recommended when medication wasn't quite cutting it for him. Now that Sal's an adult and has the power and competence to make his own decisions, age regression could be a way for him to reclaim that part of his life where he was put into bad situations and didn't have any sort of control over how things turned out. He can use it as a tool to try and experience some of the childhood joy that was robbed of him when he was actually a kid in a safe and comfortable setting, free of grief, trauma, bullying, hospital stays, and adults with substance abuse problems.
>I'd expect him to regress to around the age he was when he got his injury to a few years older (a general range, probably not a specific age).
>It would probably be really hard for him to get into the mindset. Letting down his guard and forgetting about his self-consciousness and personal baggage takes a lot of practice, plus acting like a kid can dig up some bad memories by association. Most of the time, he half-regresses- not too big to relax and enjoy himself, but not too small to defend himself and snap back to being 'big' if need-be.
>He'd be EXTREMELY hesitant to let anybody know about his age regression or see him regressing, let alone be his caretaker, because it's such a vulnerable mindset to be in (he got enough shit when he was actually a kid, he doesn't need anybody judging him for acting childlike on top of all the other stuff people judge him for as an adult). Gizmo is the one exception, since he's been a major source of comfort for Sal since he was an actual child.
>A fellow age regressor would have better luck catching a glimpse of Sals 'little' side. He'd love to have someone to hang out with that likes video games and cartoons as much as he does!
>His friends DO find out (because he's a horrible liar). Larry finds the concept a little weird at first (because he was always encouraged to 'grow up'/ 'be a man'/ etc.), but totally gets it when he and Sal go to catch frogs at the lake or do some finger painting together and he sees Sal let loose like never before. Ash takes it in stride (it feels just like when she and her little brother were kids) and loves Sals genuine enthusiasm for doing craft projects with her and playing out dramatic storylines with her 'little dudes'. Todd goes down a rabbit hole researching the phycological mechanisms behind age regression and its applications in therapy, and is happy that Sal is using healthy coping mechanisms in tandem with his medication to help improve his mental health (he also gives Sal all the computer games that his parents gave him as a kid).
Also:
Me 🤝 Sal
"Pink and blue are the best colors (we'll be in our blanket fort if you wanna fight us about it)"
#k.e.w.k. answers#k.e.w.k. writes#sally face headcanons#sal fisher#sfw littlespace#age regression#little space#tw age regression#tw little space#tw abuse#tw trauma#tw drug use#Sal in his deep gravely voice: 'oh hell yes finger paints!'
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thinking about having a partner who make me piss myself til im begging them to put me in diapers
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#a place to put all the little girl thoughts#so many drawings and crayon mushed pages#age regression#agere#tw age regression#age regressor#sfw agere#maddy writes#agere blog#cglre#agere community#cglre caregiver#cglre little#cglre community#agerespace#caregiver#agere aesthetic#agere lifestyle
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