#age regression reader

[cherryredstars]

i loved the agere short fic for miguel!

may you please do more if you’re comfortable?? maybe routine headcanons?? could be throughout the day routine or just a bedtime routine; i dont really mind!!

tysm <3 you’re an amazing writer!! stay well rested tho

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Age Regression

A/N: Of course, love!

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Bedtime with Miguel would include…

Bedtime snacking! Miggy is a firm believer that you should never go to bed hungry. Doesn’t even get upset that you didn’t finish dinner and that you’re asking for a snack 30 minutes later. Just smiles and kisses the crown of your head before getting your favorite utensils out to serve you whatever you want. While he prefers to get you something healthy like fruit and maybe a topping of choice, he won’t say no if you so sweetly ask him for a bowl of ice cream or a mug of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows.

While he tries to get you ready and in bed at a certain time, he knows some nights you just have too much energy to even consider laying down. He tries to find things to help you relax, always so patient with you. He sits with you and colors until you’re yawning. Allows you to watch one more episode of your show and waits until you begin to nod off. He doesn’t even grumble that he’ll have to clean up the living room again. Anything to help you sleep.

He’s never complained about all the stuff animals on the bed. He’ll wait patiently as you pick one out for the night, nods his head and prepares to make room when you can’t decided and don’t want to hurt any of their feelings by subjecting them to the floor. He regularly helps you organize them, and he knows all their names by heart.

Definitely prefers to tell you stories while he’s laying in bed and you’re cuddle up again him. Helps him unwind too. He strokes your hair, fingers gently running up your back as he holds you. Whispers softly into your ear as he tells you a story that he used to be told when he was younger or one that he makes up on the spot. It makes him smile as your mumbles of what happens next? die down and you’re fast asleep.

[puddinpuppi]

Carmel Chocolates

Summary: Reader experiences sensory issues which soon stumbles into an overload. The team does everything to help as the reader regresses further.

Fandom: Haikyuu

Characters: Karasuno team

Pronouns: You, ungendered terms but implied male reader

Age: 3-5

Nickname(s): Little One, Bubs/Bubas, Baby

Catagory: Angst to Fluff

Type: Small Fic

a/n: age regression is not a kink. it is a state when a person mentally reverts to a child. all of my fics will involve the au where age regression is known and accepted. I will also be using my own experience with sensory overload to write this fic, so if there are things that you do not relate to 100% im sorry :(

Also this is not proofread, so if you find mistakes please let me know :3

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Everything was too loud. The sounds of volleyballs hitting the gym floor, the boys yelling and screaming, and the coach correcting everyone. It was too much. You tried to calm down, focusing on your breathing as you looked around. It was too bright. The white overheads and the sun glaring through the window was making your head hurt. Your breathing got a little faster as you tried to ground yourself. Your nails dig into your palms as you try not to look so frazzled. As you went into a deeper state of panic, the voices got louder and the lights brighter, only helping to worsen the situation. With your panicked state, you didn't realize the worried stare of Yachi. It was getting to be overwhelming.

Eventually you decided enough was enough and ran out of the gym as quickly as you can. The sun only made everything worse. Your footsteps were ponding against the pavement-- you didn't even know where you were going. The tears finally flowed from your eyes as you stumbled onto the ground. You couldn't catch your breath, harsh whimpers escaping as you tried. You were sobbing now, breaking down in who knows where. The tears escaping your eyes came out so fast you didn't even realize the shoes in front of you. The figure, blurry from your tears, crouched down to your spot on the floor. Cool hands brushed the tears away and covered your ears from the sounds around you.

You didn't know whose hands they were-- more focused on the cooling touch and the blockage of sounds. It was getting a little better, however the sun was still glaring into your eyes. You were still crying, but, slowly, you started to stop. Eventually, your vision cleared up enough to finally be able to see. It was Suga, which made a lot of sense. "'m sorry.." you mumbled to him. It was embarrassing to react like that in front of your team. He only gave you a gentle smile in return.

"It's ok, little one. No need to cry anymore," he hushed. His tone was gentle, no ounce of malice. "You're ok, little one."

You let out a couple of sniffles and nodded. "T'ank you," you mumbled, giving him a shy smile. You were feeling better knowing he didn't mind. "Let's get you back to the gym, alright? I'm sure the rest would love to know you're alright," he said with a smile while rubbing at your hair. He waited a little, watching your cautious expression as you thought of an answer. "Okay!" you told him cheerily. Maybe the others would be quieter after you're back! His smile brightened as he helped you up. You had some scraps from the fall, but you weren't bleeding. "Hold my hand, bubs, we wouldn't want you to fall again." He reached his hand out and waited for you to hold it. You nodded and held his hand, letting him lead the way back.

By this point, you were pretty deep into your regression, and Suga knew. His gentle coos, soft touches, and bright smiles told you everything. The fuzz was taking over as you watched your steps. You were too engrossed in watching your footprints behind you to realize you finally made it to the gym until Suga stopped walking. "We're here bubs. You ready to see them?" He turned towards you as he asked, looking for any sort of rejection. You give him a simple nod. "Ready!" you smiled. "Alright little one, let's go inside. He held your hand as you both went inside, helping you over the edge.

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the dimmed lights in the gym. You soon realized that there was little to no sound-- no squeaking of shoes, no balls smacking the floors, and even the lights were lowered. You looked around to find everyone staring at you. The stares made you feel a little flustered which made you want to hide behind Suga... so you did. You heard him laugh after you hid, making you flush a little. "It's ok, little one. They won't judge," he said. You just whined, not really wanting to face them.

Then, footsteps were heard, coming in your direction. You peak out, seeing a majority of the team coming your way, all with smiles on their faces. Daichi reached you first. "Hey there little one," he said just above a whisper, "Do you feel any better?" He was smiling so gently at you. It made you feel all warm and safe, so you responded. "Mhm... feel better but I fell." You showed him your scraps. "Oh bubs," another voice rang out, "we should get that cleaned up, hm?" You turned to face him, Yamaguchi, and shook your head. "It's gonna hurt! A lot!"

Yamaguchi let out a small laugh and walked a little closer. "Is it ok to see them a little closer, little one?" You thought about it for a moment. "Mmmk..." You hold your hands out, letting him see the brunt of the damage. "Awe, looks like they're just scraps! Let me see your knees now, ok?" he looked at you, speaking in a low tone. You nodded and left your place behind Suga. Yamaguchi inspects your bruised knees, noting the small bits of blood. "Does it hurt, bubs?" he asks. "A little- doesn't hurt anymore," you spoke.

"Well, little one, we do have to clean this up. Right Suga?" He gave a small glance to a nodding Sugawara. "But bubs, it's gonna hurt a little. Can you be brave and let us clean it up?" Yamaguchi asks; you assume he was going to clean up your wounds. You puff up your chest in confidence. "I am brave! So brave!" you say loudly. There were a few laughs that followed after and you let Yamaguchi lead you to Yachi. She was holding a first aid kit and you saw her opening it. "Look!" Yamaguchi pointed. "There's Spiderman bandaids!" You gasped, "Spiderman! I love Spiderman!" You giggled a little, happy that you got to wear Spiderman bandaids.

"Let's get you cleaned up now, hm?" Yachi said quietly. "We wouldn't want your owies to get worse." She started working on cleaning your wounds, starting with your hands. They didn't hurt, as they were not too deep. "All clean, see? Now we're gonna move to your knees. I need you to be the bravest you can, ok?" Yachi was comforting with her shy smile and gentle tone. "Mhm! The bravest!" You gave her a big smile-- one she returned. You started to play with Yamaguchi's hand to distract you as she cleaned. It hurt. Really bad. You let out a couple of whines and pulled your leg away a little. "You've gotta be brave, remember?" Yamaguchi hummed. "The bravest you've ever been!" You let out another whine, "I am the bravest!" You gave Yachi access to your knees once more and play with Yamaguchi's hands again.

She finished in record time, plastering the Spiderman Bandaids onto your knee. "You were so brave! Just like Spiderman!" Yachi says with a big smile. You smile back, happy for it to finally be over. "Any more owies?" Yachi asked, inspecting your form to see if they missed anything. "Nuh uh- no more," you responded. She nodded and packed up her supplies. While she was packing them up, Yamaguchi led you to the rest of the team, who was quietly observing while cleaning the gym up-- they had decided to end practice a little early, with approval from the coach.

"Are you doing ok, little one?" Asahi askes. You nodded, shy again once facing your team. You move so you were behind Yamaguchi and buried your head into his shirt. "Awe! So shy!" Nishinoya said. "Bro, the baby is cute!" You whined at this and flushed, not used to compliments. They cooed at this, finding your behavior adorable. Soon, more of your team members were complimenting you: Suga, Ennoshita, Tanaka, even Tsukishima! You just flushed a little more at the attention. Yamaguchi was chuckling at your reactions, leading you to his side so he could play with your hair.

Everything was ok now, you were getting attention from your team members, talking about everything, playing with them, and even jumpscaring them! You were feeling a lot better, the only thing on your mind being the love you were receiving from your team.

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First actual post! I'm so sorry for not actually making a fic but I was doing really bad mentally and couldn't find the motivation! But now that schools over, i can write, as i feel so much better :3:3

[avengerslittleone]

snowbirds little baby part one

Coriolanus Snow: oh my songbird I can't believe that you are my first lady

Lucy Gray: my love I can't believe you are the president and now we are going to have a reaping to find us a little one

Coriolanus Snow: love I know that we are about to go live on TV to start the reaping in 10 minutes

Lucy Gray: I saw you have a name in mind it's Y/n l/n from y/d {aka your district}

Coriolanus snow: yes I think they are a perfect choice for our little baby because they are cute and they would like it here in the capital

Lucy Gray: I love that idea my handsome snake

{after the reaping }

head peacekeeper Sejanus walks into the presidential mansion he says sir I am here to deliver little y/n to you

Coriolanus Snow: welcome home baby y/g I am your new dada and that's your mama Lucy

y/n: hewo mama dada I here now me wana go away wif da toys

Lucy Gray: darlin you can can go play mama will watch you dada has some work to do in his office

[crowberry62]

Caregiver Primo with a little who calls him Nonno? (Italian for grandpa)

Primo being called Nonno

He loves it

He’s never really had the chance to have many relationships since he was so busy being papa

Before he met you and found out about your age regression he never thought about being any sort of paternal figure

He definitely fits grandpa more then dad

He only responds to that now

Also loves hearing you speak other languages when you’re tiny

He would want to teach you other Italian and maybe some Latin

Rubs it into the face of the other papas

Calls you his grand baby

[overwhelmed2easily]

when ur a sleepy baby regressor being craddled and having your cheek caressed is everything.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

hi sweetie! can i rq price x reader (gn) that involuntarily regresses or acts childish out of no where? like suddenly getting excited over plushies or small things. Its okay if your arent comfy w this ! :3

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a/n: I don’t mind writing for age regression at all! Feel free to request it anytime, hope I got this right! (I got random burnout on this one)

Price:

-he doesn’t notice it immediately, mostly just thinking you just enjoy cutesy things and not really minding

-when he starts to catch on, he ends up buying plushies and aesthetically pleasing things for you which ends up with him getting a lot of very confused glances at stores

-adores how you smile when you see plushies and things of that nature; even though he knows it’s not technically your choice that you regress he still is happy your happy

-doesn’t exactly understand it, but doesn’t want to ask you straight out so he decides to do some research which gave him the basic idea

-probably gifted you an old Nintendo gameboy with Pokémon on it that he had laying around. depending on how old your age regressions get

-his private barrack most likely has at least two plushies in it by now, which soap teased him about more times then he can count

[impish-baby]

Werewolf siblings teaching you how to hunt... being so gentle and encouraging even though you're terrified to hurt another animal :(( it's ok, pup!! You just have to bite reallyyyy hard, it's no big deal! Look, bubba will show you how easy it is!

Drider siblings teaching you how to knit since you can't spin a web like they can?? Being so proud of you no matter how messy the stitching is.. if you ever make anything for them they're wearing it proudly because their little sibling made it just for them >:)

Naga siblings forcing you into cuddle piles because you're warm blooded... wrapping you up in their coils so you can't escape. You're like their own personal heater! Stop squirming, they're trying to nap...

Mer siblings softly coaxing you into the water with them.. floating in the waves with you on top of them like a momma otter with her baby?? Cooing at you so sweetly, pressing salty kisses all across your face because you're just so cute!

[purestpup]

🍎 ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! spiderman moodboard ⋆ ｡˚⋆ 🍎

"Ohhh, would you look at this, my tiny spider missed me sooooooo much you colored in a picture of me!!! no, c'mere little one let me see!! ah, the perfect shade of red! gosh, what a talented little bug i have! c'mon, let's go hang it up with the others!" (v self indulgent featuring the pic i didn't finish coloring in today!!)

[butchreg]

mama ! sevika with a weepy , clingy ! regressor headcanons !!

requested by 🪶 anon ! the people long for more cg ! sevika .. i am here to ( try to ) provide. silly random pictures this time sorry they don't really match. big old dog is sevika and little cat is you if you even care... sorry these aren't my best i don't have a ton of thoughts this time <//3 arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

sevika who was never big on physical touch , struggling at first to get used to you being clingy. it's not unpleasant for her but it's certainly something to get used to , she's a bit surprised that you'd choose her of all people to latch onto in this way.

she's also never been great at dealing with big emotions. at first her eyes will widen when your face begins to scrunch up , clearly seconds from crying. she might begin to panic though she tries to hide it. "hey , hey. what's wrong , kid ?" she works hard on her tone so she doesn't sound too gruff or out of her element. she'll put her hand on your shoulder a bit awkwardly , trying to comfort you physically.

she's not great at comforting people but she's a great listener and very perceptive. if she notices you acting differently she'll gently pull you aside. "what's the matter , kid ?" she'll ask straightforwardly in a soft tone. she hunches down to look you in the eye , resting a hand on your shoulder. if you don't answer she doesn't push but she needs you to know she cares. "well , i'm here if ya need me, hm ?" she'll say raising an eyebrow at you.

okay i doubt this book exists in zaun but i do not care... sevika doing kissing hands with you , her clingy little cub whenever she has to go off to work or on a more dangerous outing. you'll start to cry and she'll gently shush you , placing soft kisses on both sides of your hands. "now you do mine ," she instructs in her gravelly voice. you wipe your teary eyes. "what for ?" she's embarrassed as she explains it to you , you make her so soft it makes her sick. you giggle , eagerly kissing her hands before pressing yours to your cheeks.

when you get weepy , she'll pick you up , plopping you on her lap , bouncing you a bit. this immediately calms you down , sometimes all you need is your mama's touch.

mama bear sevika who is always holding your hand out in public. she tells everyone it's just because you want it , but it's just as much for her own comfort. she doesn't like her cub getting too far , especially when you tend to fuss easily. the idea of you getting lost terrifies her probably even more than it does you.

sometimes as a treat sevika will give you piggy back rides or shoulder rides. "you're killin' me kid," she'll joke when you ask her forty minutes later for just one more spin around the house. still she carries you around one more time , collapsing onto the couch with a dramatic sigh when she's had enough.

sevika setting up a card game for you and your stuffed animals when she has to leave you. "watch out for the bulldog , he's a cheater." she'll warn you playfully. "mamaaa , i don' want you to gooo ," you'll whine tearfully. "aww , buck up kiddo. i'll be back before round two," she'll say with a wink.

if you're having a bad day and are more weepy than usual sevika will cheer you up by attempting to draw for you. key word : attempting. she's not an artist by any stretch and you always laugh when she tries to draw your special stuffie , or jinx. she'll snort , trying not to laugh herself. "aw, c'mon , kid. you're just jealous you can't draw like i can."

mama sevika who loves to cuddle up with you in her lap and read to you. she does lots of silly voices and will quiz you on plot points. "one more chapter , pleeeease !!" she'll pout at you , booping your nose. "no time tonight , cub. you gotta get to sleep." you'll whine and fuss , but eventually she wins , arguing that if you're too sleepy tomorrow you'll be too grumpy to read. she'll tuck you and your stuffies in bed giving all of you forehead kisses before flicking off the light and turning in for the night as well.

[pukefactory]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ THE WOLF JUMPED OVER THE MOON ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⏾⋆ Summary: Caregiver Shadow Milk Cookie X Little Reader Headcannons

⏾⋆ Character(s): Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

⏾⋆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

⏾⋆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⏾⋆ Image Credits: @virtualjpg & @sisterlucifergraphics

✶ Shadow Milk Cookie thrives on attention, and what better way to entertain than by putting on a private show just for you? With a flick of his staff, reality bends, colors swirl, and you find yourself seated in the front row of an ever-changing wonderland. Every puppet, every illusion, every carefully orchestrated trick is designed to draw out your giggles and make you clap your tiny hands in delight. And when you shy away behind your stuffed animal during a “frightening” act? He gasps in mock offense, placing a hand over his heart. “Oh, my dear, you wound me! Would I ever allow harm to befall my littlest audience member?”

✶ The shadows may twist and leer, but under his watchful eye, they will never touch you. If you whimper in your sleep, caught in the grip of a nightmare, Shadow Milk Cookie is there in an instant. His presence is cool yet reassuring, his voice a hypnotic lull as he plucks the bad dream from your mind. With an elegant flourish, he molds it into a harmless wisp, then crushes it effortlessly in his palm. Just like that, your nightmare is nothing more than a forgotten agony.

✶ Feeding time is nothing short of a theatrical production, a grand spectacle where he plays both the cunning villain and the reluctant hero. “Oh, what’s this? A spoonful of magic, stolen from the forbidden lands? But alas! It can only be consumed by the smallest of royals!” He gasps dramatically, watching as you take a bite, before clapping his hands together. “Ah, magnificent! A spell well-cast, a potion well-taken!”

✶ Unlike others who offer warm embraces, Shadow Milk Cookie’s affection is like the whisper of the night—cool, weightless, yet entirely enveloping. When you curl up in his lap, he idly trails his fingers through your hair, humming a tune from a time long forgotten. His coattails wrap around you like something alive, weaving into a shadowy cocoon. His illusions dance gently across the walls, their soft blue glow soothing and mesmerizing, lulling you into a deep state of relaxation.

✶ Toys? Oh, sweetheart, why settle for mere trinkets when he can conjure an entire carnival at will? With a snap of his fingers, shadowy beasts prance, carousels spin, and puppet shows unfold at your command. And when exhaustion inevitably claims you, when you collapse onto the floor, breathless and drenched in sweat from an evening of boundless excitement, he merely chuckles. “Tired already, little wolf? How very fragile you are,” he teases, though there’s an undeniable fondness in his voice.

✶ His voice is silk, spun with secrets and silver-tongued tales. When bedtime arrives, he weaves stories of ancient Cookies and forgotten lands, threading truth and illusion together until they are indistinguishable. You listen with wide eyes, clinging to his sleeve as he smirks knowingly. “Ah, but is it real? Or is it merely a shadow of what once was?” he muses, watching as curiosity sparks in your mind. When sleep finally takes hold, your dreams are strange, surreal, and entirely entertaining.

✶ Tantrums? Oh, how amusing. He watches with an amused tilt of his head as you stomp your feet, clench your fists, and grit your teeth in frustration. But the moment your anger dissolves into tears, the act is over. In an instant, he is by your side, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. “Oh, my poor little wolf, has the world been so cruel to you?” He wipes away your tears with a flick of his fingers, turning them into harmless, shimmering sparks that float away. Holding you close, he lets his presence soothe your frayed emotions, allowing calm to settle over you once more.

✶ When the world feels too big, too loud, too overwhelming, Shadow Milk Cookie knows exactly how to shift your focus. A snap of his fingers, and the shadows spring to life, performing elegant, intricate dances just for you. With a grand flourish, he places his hat atop your head and bows deeply. “Ah, but now you are the Master of the Show! Tell me, dear little one, what spectacle shall we conjure next?”

✶ Though he mocks, deceives, and delights in chaos, there is one truth he will never twist: you are his, and that is final. Anyone foolish enough to attempt to take you from him soon finds themselves ensnared in a nightmare of his making—a web of illusions so perplexing, so dizzying, so mercilessly disorienting that they forget what they were doing entirely. He won’t even let them think again. If that is too cruel, well, they should have known better than to cross him. When he returns to you, his expression is soft, his smile serene, though there is an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. He says nothing, but you know something has transpired, even if he refuses to tell you what.

✶ For all his grand performances, for every illusion spun from shadow and light, there is only one audience that truly matters. When you clap your tiny hands at his tricks, when your laughter rings out in delight, when you reach for him with unguarded trust—when you snuggle the little blue wolf plush that bears a striking resemblance to him—he feels something he cannot name. Something old. Something warm. He chuckles, lifting you high into the air before pressing a fleeting kiss to your forehead. “Ah, little wolf, your applause is truly music to my ears!”

[cherryredstars]

Can we have a wholesome sfw little space fic please? Maybe with reader regressing to about 5-6 due to like, stress? I'm thinking they start regressing while dealing with a particularly hectic amount of mission files, and press a button that Miguel made for them specifically whenever they go into little space that calls him over to come take care of them? So he like comes over and hugs them and kisses them on the forehead and stuff and brings them to a little holographic playroom where they like play with building blocks and color and watch pocoyo/mlp and stuff

I just really need some Miguel x Age regressor reader content, there's like none 😭

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, Fluff

A/N: I had no idea how to execute this, so I'm sorry if it's bad!

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The hologram falters for a second around his frame.

The digital room bursts with vibrant colors, the droning of familiar cartoon voices filling the space. Miguel has to squint his eyes against the lights before they adjust to the saturation. He recognizes the animated characters on the makeshift TV screen, but the name of the program escapes his mind. His eyes stray from the joyful animation to the sound of humming.

You're laying on the floor, the melody of the show's theme song floating from your closed lips. A coloring book is splayed out in front of you, a package of markers opened and within reach. Miguel smiles softly at the relaxed scene, walking over and settling next to you. He leans back on his hands, tilting his head as he looks at what you're coloring.

"That's a nice shade of blue," He points out offhandedly, tapping his pointer finger over the shaded area.

You turn your head, smiling at him dismissively before you continue humming and filling in the picture. He chuckles fondly, leaning down and placing a light kiss to the crown of your head. He turns his head back to the cartoon, trying and failing to make sense of the show's plot and logic. His defeat is signaled with a sigh, and he adjusts his position to lay down besides you.

Wordlessly, you slide over the coloring book, placing the markers within reach for both of you to easily grab. You don't spare him a glance as you flip the page, revealing two untouched drawings. Miguel reaches over for a marker, carefully uncapping it and clicking the cap to the end. He's mindful of his hand placement as he begins coloring the paper, making sure his hand doesn't disturb you. He rests his cheek against his hand, distorting the soft smile on his face.

It's nice to take a break from the world.

[puddinpuppi]

Black Sapphire Cookie as... a big brother!

a/n: i dunno but black sapphire cookie really gives.. older brother... god i started playing this yesterday and i'm already writing about it 🤥 (i know nothing about his character besides the fact that he is a silly little guy) This is short and probably very.. VERY... ooc.

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An enabler ofc. Your cg says you can't do anything? He's already there to distract them.

Big cuddler (? is that not a word ):) especially when he's sleepy. I feel like he's one of those that'll latch onto you.

Please play games with him. He loves to perform. You don't even have to do much except sit there and watch-- and clap when he's done of course.

He will always make sure to perform your favorite songs. Watching a new movie? He'll memorize all the songs so he can sing them to you for next time.

Loves to tease you. Lovingly. Wake up with bed head and you'll be his little hedgehog ^^

Speaking of sleeping, he's your best protector! He'll chase away all the monsters and ghosts for you! Can't have anything take away his favorite little sibling.

Waking up because of a nightmare? He's awake to cuddle you back to bed. If he's close enough he'll fend off all the bad dreams away !

Gets snacks for you. Even tho he's small himself, he knows that it's good to eat-- he'll know that you want snacks before you even know yourself. By the time you realize, there's a small bowl of food right in front of you.

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ARGHHHH this GAME. has got me in a chokehold please im gripping my hair im actually obsessed HAYSUOABDKXIA (i need crk friends ):)

[mossangelll]

yandere!viktor x reader

machine herald controlling you you to the point of infantilisation⁉️

this is probably on the fringe for a lot of people but the idea of a yandere going to such extremes because they “know what’s best for you” and experiencing such a dehumanising loss of agency scratches an itch for me

tw: forced age regression, uncomfortable dynamics, forced drugging, toxic behaviour

“Do you want the crayons or the storybook, hm?” he holds them up to you in either hand, “Speak up for me. I know my darling can do it.” If you didn’t know any better about him and the horrific things he’s capable of, you would honestly believe the gentle cadence paired with his own unique twang was calming and paternal.

What a sick fuck.

He had that smarmy grin plastered to his face as he watched you in silence, waiting for a response that obviously would never come. After all, he made you a makeshift pacifier that was strapped inside your mouth using soft fabric that also wrapped around your hands. He took your voice and mobility all in one fell swoop and you were helpless against him.

“Aw, poor little thing. You must be tired, eh?” His cold metal hand comes to press against your forehead, thumb easing away the tension etched there.

He hoists you up with ease from where you were sat at your miniature table and carries you over to a large mattress in the corner of your room, what he’s lovingly dubbed your “crib” due to the child-friendly gates surrounding it, and places you amongst the sea of soft plushies and pillows.

He sits down next to you on the edge of the bed and smooths the stray hairs that have come out out your immaculate hair do, one he did for you, of course. He wants to be a reassuring presence for you but as you lay before him, you feel bile rise in your throat.

The frustration continues to well up and your eyes burn with unshed tears until you can’t hold them back anymore and you sob. But even your cries come out muffled and you’re not able to truly express the anguish that rages inside of you, a freedom that is your birthright.

Why, out of everyone, did you end up with this psycho that treats you like a child?

Viktor lets out a soft gasp and immediately crouches down by your side. “Shh darling, everything will be ok. Seeing you like this makes me very upset, you know.” He coos but the wide smile he doesn’t even bother to hide tells a different story.

He leaves you for just a moment, fearful of what kind of accidents you could get into in his absence, he once said. You rolled your eyes at the time, still fighting for your independence with venomous words and sharp rebuttals, and was promptly punished for your disobedience. It wasn’t the first time and definitely won’t the last, but now you’re more accepting of your position with Viktor’s - better to make your life easier by giving into his unusual desires than be punished again and again and again until you finally learn your lesson.

He comes back with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, cooled just enough that it wouldn’t burn your mouth.

He pulls a vial full of a pale yellow liquid out of his pocket and drops two splashes of it into your drunk before giving it a good stir. He does this in plain view of you, knowing that there’s nothing you can do to stop him. Though your untrusting gaze cuts right through him, he continues on not caring about what you think is “moral”. He scoffs at such black and white thinking; you don’t have the knowledge and power he does, so how could you ever care for yourself the way he can?

“Drink up, darling. You’ll feel right as rain in no time.” He doesn’t give you the option of declining as he’s quick to pull out your pacifier and press the mug against your lips, cradling your head forwards so you don’t choke.

The hot chocolate is rich and velvety, smooth and indulgent with a slight edge you’re not quite able to place. Something of his invention, no doubt. Viktor often forbade you from eating too many sweets so this was clearly his way of placating you, baiting you into being on your best behaviour.

It’s unnerving, the way his curious amber eyes stare into yours with no intention of looking away, as if you were a perplexing equation he needed to find the solution to. You were simply something he needed to fix, a small stepping stone that meant nothing in his greater plan to solve humanity’s suffering.

Your head feels cloudy as you slowly fall into a smaller version of yourself, one that’s scared of the dark and cries whenever Viktor leaves.

You hate that he’s reduced you to a shadow of your former self, forcing you to act like a child while you frantically grip onto the disintegrating remnants of your past life. You hate the way your eyes start to flicker as drowsiness engulfs each of your senses - you especially hate feeling like you’re rolling over and simply allowing him do as he pleases, but as much as you wish to protest and scream you’re rendered still by whatever concoction he spiked your drink with.

Either way, he would probably get some depraved enjoyment out of you having a tantrum, since it only goes to prove that you need him to look after you and you’d rather not supply him with more fodder for the fire.

Viktor begins to hum a childhood song from the undercity but when the melody reaches your ears, it’s dampened like your head is submerged deep underwater.

He reaches for your hand which you limply grab onto with what little strength you have left, “There, there, little one. Close your eyes and sleep. You’re safe here.”

And sleep you do.

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[⚗️] little!viktor moodboard

impure regressor ,, one or two tattered toys from his childhood ,, childrens books ,, sweet milk fiend ,, insists on staying in the lab despite jayce's worry ,, mobiles ,, quiet but certainly not shy ,, soft hums ,, big doe eyes ,, wrinkled noses ,, etc etc 🪄

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[overwhelmed2easily]

~Sasha Waybright as a caregiver~

Time skip versions

Child safe interaction only please

Emeditely supportive when you tell her about your age regression...

Will be a platonic caregiver if you need one

Is an irl caregiver

Strict but sweet

Can handle sassy ness well

Will be supportive about getting little gear.

Hands on with eh reassurance

Never looses her temper with her little.

Will play games with you and make you food.

Probably ask Anne to help her watch you so she isn't too strict

Finds it funny if you sassy another caregiver if she is around.

Big on holding you close

Is iffy about letting you on the internet when regressed unless she’s taking care of you through video

Is overall a super sweet and funny caregiver

Will take you places when your little if you want it

Is strict about eating and food

Loose about bedtime/Naptime if you haven't been sassy or badly behaved.

Loves you and cares for you a lot platonic or romantic.

[kkayyerr]

Puppy!reader with season 1!Rafe and he is trying to play golf and wants her to focus on him but she keeps getting distracted.. then he gets all rough and like manhandles her.

Ugh! It’s a need!

Attention seeker.

Summary: Rafe hates when his little girl is not paying attention to him. Luckily, he has his ways to help her stay focused.

Pairing: Frat!Daddy!Rafe x Little!puppy!reader.

Warnings: Age regression, Rafe being a meanie, mostly fluff.

Rafe loved the attention, especially from you. He liked how you would watch him do anything with those small glimpses in your eyes.

It was kind of adorable. 

Especially you liked watching him play golf, clapping your little hands every time when the ball would reach the right spot. You would cheer him up even if the ball wouldn’t reach the hole, because usually you were just excited to be there and support your Daddy through his game.

However, today Rafe noticed that your attention was centered around something else. Those goddamn coloring books that he had bought you earlier. He didn’t mind you being quiet and calm, but right now he wanted to see you paying attention to him and not those childish drawings. 

 

„Hey, baby! Are you watching?”

 

Rafe called out to see your reaction, and he smiled softly at you when you finally raised your head, distracting yourself from coloring. You nodded quickly, even though you clearly couldn’t tell what he was doing the last couple of minutes. You waited until Rafe would turn around and then got your eyes back on the coloring book. 

How would Rafe notice that you are not paying attention? 

After all, he was too busy playing golf to check on you every five seconds.

Or at least you thought so. 

Rafe made another attempt at hitting the ball with the club but missed it. That small mistake made him very frustrated, but what angered him even more is that he hasn't heard any cheering noises from you. He turned around just to see you sitting in the same place, holding crayons in both of your hands and completely ignoring his presence. 

Your behavior was starting to piss him off. 

Rafe dropped the club onto the ground and headed towards you. He approached you quickly, not giving you any chances to explain yourself before harshly yanking your shoulders. 

 

„Baby, do you forget what you have to look at, or am I just not interesting to you anymore, huh?”

 

You tilted your head down, immediately hiding your embarrassed face from him. You dropped your crayons down and slowly closed the coloring book. Your cheeks turned red because of his words, and his sharp tone almost made you tear up. He had rarely spoken to you in that tone when you were regressed. Only if you would do something really bad. 

His fingers grabbed your chin, and he quickly forced your head up, holding tight enough to bring your attention but not too tight to make it actually hurt. 

 

„I asked you a question.”

 

You looked at him, trying to figure out what to say to make him less mad at you, but it seems like you screwed up badly this time. Your eyes teared up from the overwhelming feelings of guilt and fear of him leaving, so you shook your head to swipe the tears away.

 

„I won’ do it `gain, Daddy.” 

 

Your voice was shaky, but you still needed to speak up like a big girl for him to forgive you, so you took a deep breath before continuing. 

 

„I love you more than coloring!”

 

Rafe chuckled at your childish statement, but for you those were big and meaningful words. He finally let go of your chin and picked you up into his arms, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and relax for a little bit. Rafe then went back to the golf cart and put you inside, placing you on one of the seats, so you would have an amazing view of him. 

He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and ruffled your hair a little bit too rough before stepping aside and heading back to the putt. 

 

„Don’t you even dare move an inch, puppy.”

 

He said, and you nodded obediently, fixating your big eyes on him. For the rest of the day you were cheering him up, giving the loudest applause that you could, just so he would get back into the cart and reward you with some kisses and hugs.

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