#age regressor drabble

[softpawpup]

— regression shopping day

going out while regressed, dressed up your cutest clothes. your caregiver helped do your hair and you feel adorable. you go to the store, hand in hand with your caregiver. you walk around and take your time eyeing everything on all the shelves. you’re looking at bottles, toys, stuffies, blankies, pacis, snacks. all sorts of goodies for kiddos like you. theres something for any kind of regressor here, including you. your favorite flavors, your favorite colors, your favorite animals. all sorts of goodies that you can bring home. your caregiver helps you pick out the best options. a few new stuffies, plenty of snacks to last for a bit, a new bottle, two new pacis and of course some new toys! a whole haul! a new collection of fun things! the cashier bags up all your stuff and your caregiver helps you carry it back to the car. the moment you get home everything is washed and cleaned and prepared for playing. and of course you spend the rest of the day playing with all your new goodies.

[cryslittlelibrey]

☁crayons🖍

outside, way beyond the little window you sit behind, glass so hazy and wind so raspy, lie rain pitter pattering, wrapping against panes between the tears it shed and you, curled up beneath fuzzy blankets to chase the chill nipping at your tiny little noes. its a rainy day, and adventure seems so far away, a thought leaving you lost in such blankets and pillows, fuzzy carpets and soft pajamas wrapping you with the silence decorating your room; but do not fret, dear little one, all is not lost, be boredom left with this new story i do spin.

on the carpet, one dancing with shimmering lamp light, are a packet of crayons, ones sprawled across each fiber and film. they may not look like much, snapped and torn, but at your fingertips, grasping your favorite colour, lays the world's away only a key beyond.

draw, scribble, doodle, line by line a new adventure comes to shape despite rains raging beyond walls keeping you safe, for it has no ground here, it has no control. as time ticks by your lost to this world falling beneath colours and traces, castles and trees and rivers all of your own making, because it was not the end the moment the sky decided to pry its dams open.

at your fingertips holds key opening door to so many worlds, worlds beyond rainy days and splattered puddles, worlds all of your own.⭐

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A/N- hey there little ones! i hope you liked this one. was just a little piece i thought up after a rough day so i hope maybe it could have lit your day a little like it did mine! as always story/writing requests and questions are open in my asks feel free to reach out!!

-cry ⭐

[prince-of-the-sea-agere]

Caregiver goth older sister doing regressed reader's makeup drabble,,

"Alright, Puddin, the first step is the base. I'm just going to use this brush to apply it, ok?" The elder girl hums, delicately starting to spread the product across your face with a practiced hand. "It might tickle a little. If the texture feels too yucky, we can always wash it off, alright? No harm done."

It was too cute when you toddled into Sasha's bedroom with her makeup bag cradled in your arms, asking if she could do your makeup to match with hers, how could she say no to something so adorable?

"Right, base is on and set! Now you get to pick out what colors you want, sissy has black because it's traditional, but it doesn't hurt to have some fun with it. You can have any color your little heart desires, sugar!" Sasha holds out an eyeshadow pallete, patiently waiting for you to pick out the shades you like. After you point them out, she smiles softly and gets back to work "Oh my, those are a good choice! You'll be as pretty as a picture when we're all done."

When it's time for eyeliner shes extra careful, only doing what's comfortable for you before adding a little heart beauty mark on your cheek as a finishing touch. "Look at that, we're twinning now! How about we go look in the mirror so you can see? Maybe I can do your hair too!"

(Dividers are by @/strangergraphics!)

[ncity-agere]

Enhypen littles one shot please٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

okay so, this was an entire one-shot draft that i accidentally deleted the first time and it ruined all motivation i had to write this, so i apologize if it’s not as good. i went with headcannons instead, I’m sorry dear! it was better the first time, I’m so upset but i hope you enjoy :(

what little!enhypen are like:

Heeseung: Regresses to around the age of 6. He’s fairly independent and likes doing goofy things to cheer you up because he doesn’t like seeing others upset. Seriously, he dislikes seeing others sad while he’s in his headspace, it ruins the whole thing for him. Don’t ask how, I’m not sure.

This kiddo is very “look-what-I-can-do!”, Heeseung likes to show off his drawing/writing skills and talents to you and loves when you put his drawings up on the refrigerator! A creative and kind baby, through and through. He’s very proud of himself, as he should be!

Jay: I can’t see Jay regressing to little space, I think he’s more of a middle. He’s not beating the old man allegations; Jay regresses to maybe 10-12, no younger than that. He’s a moody preteen who gets crushes on people and plays video games and gets a bit of an attitude when you ask him to clean his room, but is otherwise very considerate of others and understands empathy better than a lot of the younger littles.

He sometimes forgets big words and stutters a bit, but he talks without many speech quirks or a babyish, high tone. I can’t see him wanting a caregiver at all, but I can see him being okay with a babysitter from time to time.

Jake: Puppy energy! Like, the sweetest boy you’ll ever meet, really. All those frat bro tendencies and dumb-dumb energy goes away and what’s left is the shyest little guy around. He helps around the house and follows you around, too, like he’s lost.

Jake pouts a lot when you leave him alone for too long because why are you leaving? Can Jakey go with? Are you gonna leave Jakey forever? No? Okay! :D

The only thing about Jake that’s worrying is that he’s a little too agreeable and struggles to make decisions for himself. He’s a lil’ golden retriever but sometimes he just goes with the flow and ignored what he wants because he doesn’t like conflict.

“Okay, Jakey! Do you want vanilla ice cream or chocolate?” You ask softly, stopping in front of the ice cream parlor’s door.

Jake looks at you shyly and then down to the ground, digging his sneaker into the concrete. “I dunno…you can choose.” He mutters unconfidently.

You scoff and hold his hands, looking him in the eyes. “Jakey, it’s your treat, dear. I want you to choose, puppy. Not me.”

Jake is quiet for a moment as you run your fingers over his knuckles soothingly. He looks at you again and nods, more sure of himself. “Mm… okay. Wan’ choco.” He affirms, and the two of you enter the shop with wide smiles.

Sunghoon: Quiet, but what else is new? Sunghoon likes being in quiet environments, and likes imitating you and the things you do. It’s like a game to him, his brain somewhere between 2-4.

(I lowkey think he might be on the spectrum, as an autistic engene, okay?) He likes being little because when he’s little, he isn’t judged for stimming or being offputting. He can just sit in silence or fidget or mimic your movements and noises without another member teasing him or riling him up. It’s so peaceful for you both.

Sunoo: This little is… surprisingly quiet, actually. He regresses to infancy and doesn’t say much, only wanting to wriggle around, crawl, eat, and babble. He’s regressing into full baby space, please be patient with him. He’s literally just a baby, don’t be mean!

When provoked or teased, Sunoo hits. And that’s not good, so you’ve gotta gently scold him to break the habit. He’s just a baby, so it’ll take a while -but it’s not impossible. Things get better.

Jungwon: Independent, despite having the headspace of a kindergartner. A little bit too independent because he’s used to taking care of others and has to warm up to the idea of being taken care of. It’s very new to him, okay?

Dutiful little guy, Jungwon helps around the house so much and does his chores so well that you have to remind him that you’re the caregiver and he’s the little and you’re supposed to be taking care of him. He’s so used to having all of the responsibility, what a sweet boy.

Ni-ki: A handful, I’ll tell you that. Little Riki is in his terrible twos and it shows. He is very clingy and likes attention, but can sometimes clash with others. This whole thing is a coping mechanism and strictly a coping mechanism for Riki -not very fun for him. He involuntarily regresses and he honestly doesn’t like it much because he feels like he’s not in control of himself. It’s a little scary for him :(

He doesn’t play well with other little ones. He doesn’t like to share and isn’t very agreeable, but that’s okay. Not all littles are as sweet as pie and sometimes age regression can get ugly.

With a little bit of patience, gentle scolding, and guidance, Riki can learn to share his toys and be kind to others, though. It just takes a bit of practice and adopting healthy ways to express himself… that’s what little space is all about.

[regressionworldz]

I’m planning to do an Age Regression story with Poppy Playtime based a lot on your art. I hope to send you what it got at a later date can you expand more on the Age Regression on your version for poppy playtime?

WAAAA, I’d be so happy if you made a story, seriously!! I’d reblog it so fast, I hope you go through with it,,

Also, absolutely! I can expand more on the Age Regression in my AU!

As I’ve mentioned before, the protagonist in this AU is an age regressor, and quite young at that. They tend to regress involuntarily, particularly when surrounded by positive or negative triggers, resulting in moments where they enter a childlike headspace. (Their regression age is somewhere around 0-3) 

This involuntary age regression significantly impacts the behavior of the creatures within the facility, leading to a complex array of reactions.

For instance, during encounters with Huggy Wuggy, the protagonist's regression triggers a profound change in perception. Despite being an adult, they are perceived as a child by Huggy Wuggy and other creations within the facility. This perception shift is consistent among all the creatures, who consequently treat the protagonist as a vulnerable child.

The best way I can describe the impact of age regression on the creatures is a nullifying effect. Rather than succumbing to their inherently sadistic tendencies, the creatures become markedly gentler and more nurturing. They instinctively adopt a protective and nurturing role towards the protagonist, exhibiting behaviors akin to caregiving.

With more formidable creatures like CatNap, the influence of the protagonist's age regression might not immediately manifest due to their heightened resistance. However, over time, even CatNap succumbs to a nurturing instinct towards the protagonist, albeit retaining a mischievous demeanor. Nonetheless, the protagonist will remain unharmed, with CatNap's antics posing nothing more than occasional playful disruptions.

In summary, within the world of Poppy Playtime, whenever your character regresses in front of the creatures, they universally perceive and treat you as a child. Hopefully this explains how the regression works in this AU!

[b4bywr1t3s]

Trail mix

Spencer Reid x gn!reader drabble

tags ; fluff , gn terms ONLY , use of y/n (I'm unoriginal...)

(this is so short...shush)

The couple sat on the couch, Y/N holding a small bag of trail mix in their lap, idly eating the mixture of nuts and fruits, making sure to pick out the raisins.

it took a matter of seconds for Spencer to notice, gently taking the bag from Y/N and heading for the kitchen, separating the raisins from the rest of the bags contents.

by the time he returned, the raisins had been completely removed, all tossed into a small bowl, which he carried into the living room, handing the bag back to his lover.

"you didn't have to do that..." they mumble, looking over at the bowl Spencer carried.

"you don't like them, there's no point wasting them." Spencer shrugged in response, plopping onto the couch beside Y/N, continuing to watch whatever late night TV show was playing.

the pair ate in quiet, Y/N leaning against Spencer's side as they watch the show, enjoying the comfortable silence that filled the room.

"I love you, y'know that?" spencer whispers, his soft voice drawing Y/N's attention to him.

"I know..." they murmur, looking up at him through their lashes, their eyes filled with tiredness. "I love you too, Spence."

Spencer moves his hand to theor cheek, his thumb caressing across his lovers cheekbone and into their hairline, helping them drift into a peaceful slumber, the late night TV now just background noise fir the couples rest.

very much inspired by this post | dividers by @kodaswrld

[fairykitten]

My Boy

Drabble

Cg Billie Eilish x Little Reader

Summary: Little reader begs and begs Billie to sing ‘My Boy’ and after 8 years of not singing it to a soul, she finally sings it to her baby.

A/N: I tried it out and if you start the song at the beginning of the lyrics I’ve written out, they should all match up (except the ending but the chorus should which is the most important part anyway)

It had been a cozy, sleepy kind of day.

Rain pattered softly against the windows, and you were curled up in Billie’s oversized hoodie, socked feet barely touching the floor as you sat on the couch with your stuffie in your lap. You’d been in your little space since the morning, all clingy and cuddly, following Billie from room to room like a duckling trailing its mama.

“Mamaaaa,” you whined softly, tugging on the sleeve of her sweatshirt while she flipped through a book at the kitchen table.

Billie looked down at you with that warm, soft smile you loved so much. “Yeah, baby?”

You rocked side to side a bit, biting your lip. “Can you sing for me?” you asked for maybe the sixth time that day, big eyes hopeful and glittery with pleading.

Billie chuckled gently, ruffling your hair. “Still on that, huh?”

You nodded earnestly. “Pleeeeeease, Mama. Wanna hear you sing. Miss it.”

She sighed, the kind of sigh that wasn’t really frustration—just a little sad. “You know I haven’t sung that song in years, bug,” she said softly.

“But I love it,” you whispered, inching closer to her side and nuzzling into her arm. “You used to sing it when we were teeny. Made me feel safe...”

Billie looked at you for a moment, a little war in her eyes. She hadn’t sung “My Boy” in almost eight years. The last time she sung it you were both 17. She sung it live for the last time on tour and that was the last time anyone had heard it from her. It held memories—some sweet, some painful—but seeing your pouty face, your little fingers curled in her sleeve, and knowing how much it meant to you... It made something soft stir in her chest.

You looked up again with your best pleading face. “Sing it just this once? For your baby?”

Billie cupped your cheek gently. “You sure that’s the one you want? Not something newer? Or softer?”

You shook your head, holding her gaze. “That’s my song, Mama.”

That settled it.

She reached for her guitar—still a little dusty from disuse—and sat back down on the couch with you cuddled up beside her. She strummed a few chords, her fingers tentative at first, but slowly finding their rhythm. Then, in a voice that wrapped around you like your favorite blanket, she began:

“My boy's bein' sus, he was shady enough…”

You closed your eyes with a little sigh of contentment, the sound of her voice filling the room like sunshine cutting through a cloudy day. She glanced down at you as she sang, and the way your whole body relaxed against her, the way you mouthed along with the lyrics with your stuffie tucked under your chin—it reminded her exactly why she used to sing it in the first place.

“My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.”

By the time she hit the last line, your eyelids were fluttering closed, a peaceful, sleepy smile on your face.

She whispered the final words:

“And if you want a good girl, then goodbye.”

The silence after was full of something deep and warm.

You nuzzled into her side. “Thank you, Mama,” you mumbled sleepily. “Best song ever.”

Billie kissed your forehead and rested her chin gently on your head.

“For you, baby? Always.”

[beaistiny]

regressor gojo who forced himself to stop regressing when geto left bc he didnt want to regress if geto wasnt there to care for him ):

[kny-agere]

A little angsty request Muichiro regresses and thinks Obanai is Yuichiro

Didn’t do it tooo angsty but I hope it’s still good (and added Mitsuri bc I felt it pushed things along better).

★彡☆彡★彡

“He won’t let me put him down.” Iguro had been holding Muichiro for at least an hour at this point. As a demon slayer he had the strength to do so but somehow it was still tiring. Iguro wanted to go lie down for a bit or simply have some time to himself.

“Maybe he’s hungry,” Mitsuri suggested. She was clearly worried. Usually the younger hashira clinged to the woman. They could hardly be separated. For Tokito to barely have any interest in her was a sign something was wrong, except the boy seemed perfectly happy. “I’ll get some fruit for us!”

She disappears and still Muichiro barely blinks. He happily nuzzles Obanai’s chest and pulls at his hair. The one or two pieces that are a little longer are easy to grasp. The younger boy seems a little spacier than usual. In between soft kisses and tight hugs he stares at Iguro’s face with a strange look on his face. Then he blinks rapidly a few times and goes back to being more active.

The few times Kanroji had tried to take him into her hands Tokito had almost immediately burst into tears. His face screwed up and the boy gripped Iguro’s haori like a lifeline. Normally he’d be treating Kanroji like that.

At least in the older slayers arms he wasn’t complaining or squirming around much. Though it didn’t seem like the boy would be falling asleep any time soon either.

“We had peaches! I cut them up really small so Mui-kun doesn’t have trouble eating them.”

“He can eat regular slices just fine.”

“It’s better this way! He’s my baby and I’ll treat him like one.” Kanroji sat beside Iguro and waved a small peach cube in the young boys face. Muichiro huffed and turned back into Obanai’s chest. Immediately Mitsuri wilts.

“Do you think he hates me?” The woman sounds nearly hysterical. Tears build in her eyes.

“He doesn’t.” Iguro almost growls. He refuses to think that anyone could even dislike Mitsuri. “Don’t you want your mama?” This time he directs the words towards Tokito. It’s rare they use such familiar words, ones like mother and father. Obanai hopes it’ll remind the younger slayer who cares for him most.

“Bubber.” The words are utter nonsense but Muichiro speaks the words a few times over while he nuzzles any part of Iguro he can reach.

“What is he saying?” Mitsuri manages to stop her tears for a few minutes. “Do you have a little nickname for Iguro-kun?” She pokes his cheek and at the very least he doesn’t whine at all.

Muichiro takes a deep breath. “Brud-bur.” He focuses very hard when speaker. One of his small hands tugs at Obanai’s hair again. The older man still looks confused.

Kanroji has gone very quiet. She looks sad again but not for herself. Leaning in close to Iguro she speaks very softly, “I think he’s saying brother.”

Suddenly he doesn’t care so much about having to coddle the young boy.

[thetinyblossom]

🌻~ Little Sunflower—

♥️~ A TF2 Agere Fanfic—

🌻~ With— Regressor RED Demoman; Caregiver RED Spy; Pre-established Romance; RED Bomb Voyage; Vent Regression; Hurt/Comfort; Mention of past trauma (Not described); Term “Daddy” is used (Affectionally/Completely SFW);

♥️~ AO3 Link—

Tavish isn’t one to be vulnerable, in fact, he hates to talk about his feelings and especially his childhood. But… he still craves that normal childhood he couldn’t have, one where he didn’t have to live with such controlling parents, with such violence in his life, where he could just focus on what he wanted to do, to invent freely… that “jealousy”, as he calls it, makes him feel so… fuzzy and sad, like he is that kid again, scared and lost, just wanting his mom to coddle him and kiss his forehead.

“Everything will be ok, Tavish”

That’s all he wanted to hear.

Tavish is hidden under his blankets, his eye stings from crying, he has so many big feelings but feels no older than five. How can a little boy like him deal with all of that? Is so scary and mean, he wants his mommy! He wants his daddy! He wants someone to hold him! He holds his teddy bear close and sucks his thumb, while quietly mumbling,

-Mommy?… Daddy?… Needs you…

He sniffles.

Suddenly he hears a familiar voice…

-Mon Amour? Where are you?

It’s Spy! Tavish freezes, what if Spy sees him like this? What if this finally scares Spy away? What if Spy makes fun of him? As the little boy questions on what he should do he feels the blankets softly shift to reveal his hiding spot.

-A-ha! There you are, sweetie!

The Frenchman chuckles, happily placing a kiss on his lover's forehead. Tavish melts at the action, trying to mumble something to answer Spy but he feels so so so small to properly talk, as if he regressed back to being unable to properly talk, he quietly babbles before starting to hiccup and cry.

-D-da… Daddy…

Spy’s face changes to confusion, then quickly softens to one of understanding.

-Ah… my poor baby…

He holds Tavish close, cradling the little one into his arms.

-Shhh, Shhh… it’s ok… Daddy is here… You are safe, Tav…

He reassures the little one, softly humming to comfort his sweet bébé. The baby boy clings to his dada, sniffling and trying to focus on the humming to calm down.

-Da… Dada…

-That’s me… I’m here…

Spy replies softly

-No leave… no… please?

-I will never leave you, you are my little sunflower, daddy would be nothing without you, my love.

The caregiver kisses his little’s one forehead again.

-I will always be here, mon bébé, always.

The Demoman nods, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

-O-okay… thanks you…

-Of course, anything for you, petit tournesol.

He smiles while he cradles his baby close, shielding Tavish away from any pain.

🌻~ Translations—

“Mon amour”: My love

“Bébé”/“Mon Bébé”: Baby/My baby

“Petit Tournesol”: Little Sunflower

[softpawpup]

— my perfect night of regression !!

the lights are dim and its quiet outside. the house is cool and the fan is blowing. the blankets are warm and plentiful, bunched up and layered one over the other. there’s popcorn, pizza, chocolate, soda and cocoa. howls moving castle on the tv, playing at an audible but soft volume. caregiver at the side, whispering praises and words of love. as sleep comes, the tv fades and the lights grow dimmer. the blankets are pulled up and good night kisses are exchanged. stuffies are gathered and a special one is clutched close to the heart. the bed is soft and the pillows make walls of comfort. theres a hand in hair, stroking and rubbing gently. the fan spins, the caregiver hums, a soft light glows somewhere in the corner. the night is perfect.

[skylers-age-regression-blog]

I just need to vent

Do not interact if you are a and a nsfw/ddlg account

Full disclosure, this is about people in the ddlg/ age play community interacting with me and making me feel icky. I understand if you feel icky about talking about it

I'm lucky that this hasn't happened to me in a while but I remember when I first started sharing my age regression on tiktok i would have a lot of 18 plus ddlg accounts follow me and it's always made me feel uncomfortable and weird, especially since I wasn't even an adult I was 16, even though it did very much make me feel uncomfortable it wasn't until I got much older that it really started to make me feel sick just thinking about it i was a minor why were these kink accounts following me when I was a minor

And sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who this happened to

[ncity-agere]

Can you do one where Kun from Wayv is the cg and he has a little who regresses to baby space and he/she won’t stop crying ? It can be fluff and cute ? If not it’s okay

“Oh! Oh, dear… y/n, please stop crying!” Caregiver!Kun is panicking, trying his hardest to stop your quivering lips and teary eyes. But it’s no use as you start to wail, making your caregiver wince in frustration.

He’s not exactly sure what set you off but whatever did, he saw your mood shift from a mile away. He tried to prevent a fit, but he couldn’t get you to calm down in time.

Kun leans forward from where he was sitting and hugs you tight, but you keep crying. He lays your head on his shoulder as he thinks of what to do next, caught off guard by your sobbing fit.

“Uh, okay…” Kun breathes out, trying his hardest to rock you back and forth soothingly. “Don’t worry. Hey, Baba’s got you. Just stop crying, y/n, please.”

It’s no use; You only cry harder, hands making their way towards your mouth. He tuts and gently pulls your hand away, mumbling about icky germs.

You keep crying, not understanding what Baba is saying. Why won’t he let you suck your thumb? Baba’s being mean and that’s all you can really think about, frustrated and needing to be soothed.

Kun shushed you gently, one arm holding you upright and the other one making vague gestures to try and think. He glanced around the sofa, suddenly getting an idea. It fell out earlier, but it’s gotta be here somewhere, right? Maybe if he-

Kun gasped, fishing your pacifier out of the cushions of the sofa. There it was! There were crumbs sticking to it and bite makes and Kun cringed, thinking about how icky it had gotten after you lost it.

He kept you calm as best as he could, bouncing you on his hip while he walked to the kitchen and rinsed off the soother, good as new. You cried still, but Kun noticed the way your eyes followed the pacifier in his hands as he cleaned it up.

You cried, mouth wide open. Kun got your attention lightly and your eyes trained on the pacifier in his hands again. You cooed, tears sticking to your cheeks as Kun slipped the soother into your mouth and quieted you down.

The silence and calm that followed was a relief. “Oh.” Kun breathes out, smiling at you and wiping your tears with his sleeve. “Baby, you just wanted your pacifier, huh?”

You started to feel sleepier, clinging to him with sleepy arms and fluttery, sleepy eyes.

“I think it’s naptime, huh?” Kun kissed your forehead, holding you in his arms. “Poor thing wore yourself out… don’t worry, Baba’s got you.”

[cupidspup]

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎! 🍡˚✧₊⁎

Oookay SO I know I’ve been gone for a while and I’m so sorry for all that :”)

Literally everything happened all at once and it’s been so crazy so I thought I’d get a little personal and catch you guys up on my life!

There’s also some super duper important announcements about this page and my fics so please read!! ╰(*´︶  `*)╯♡

First and foremost!! I have officially moved out with my partner/caregiver!! ( @dozybat hi baby! ) We are living with roommates for now but are on our way to eventually having a place of our own and we’re so sorry for all happy and excited ♡ We moved from one town to another so that he could study in university and I could continue my classes in college!!

Secondly, I’m a double major now! Im now officially majoring in Child Development (ironic!) and Psychology (also ironic!!) I want to become a therapist for children with trauma one day and I’m setting down the stones to get there! I’m so super duper excited >ܫ<

Thirdly!! I’ve made some wonderful new friends in this town and I’ve grown closer to ones I already knew and it’s something I really wanted for a while too!! I even have some new agere besties ( @sleepystarpup hi friend!! :3) and a sibby!! ( @kissesbyfinn hi bubby!! ๑>ᴗ<๑) I’m already so much happier than I was before and I feel so, so lucky to be surrounded by so many new and old faces that I love so much!! ♡

Fourth! I’m adding a new genre (?) of fan base that I am willing to write which is!!….. Pressure from Roblox!! I freaking love the game and the characters (cough cough Sebastian cough cough) Which brings me to my fifth point!

Fifth!! Yes!! I am still writing and I still plan to write!! I’ve decided that regardless of season and holiday I AM GOING TO WRITE WHAT I WANT!!! This account was for me and me only and to create what I consider to be interesting, fun and most of all comfortable!! It’s a huge safe space and a place of comfort to me and I realized that I shouldn’t bind myself to uncomfortable time limits or expectations!! (Classic Kyupie - putting unrealistic expectations onto himself even though literally no one pressured him to do so) So yeah!! Im learning from my mistakes and this is how I wanna run this account so I don’t discourage myself and make myself avoidant again! So please!! Keep requesting and interact with me however you’d like (thats within my stated boundaries ofc teehee)!! Im still going to post my wips and I plan to have more than just those too :D As per usual, due to work and school I don’t have a set schedule to uploading my Fics but don’t feel discouraged to text me and ask! :3 I think that sums up everything for this category!

Which leads me to my biggest and most precious announcement!!

I AM A FATHER!!! GAZE UPON MY BEAUTIFUL SON!!

His name is Kirimi (like the Sanrio character Kirimi-Chan!!), he is six months old and he loves to eat!!

Those are all of my announcements and life updates for now but if there’s ever more, I’ll of course tell you guys ♡ Here’s to a happier new year and a healthier more comfy way of living!!

I love you guys!! Please be safe!! ◠ ̫◠🐾♡₊ ⊹

Love,

Kyupie! 🐶ིྀ 𖦹🍡˚✧₊⁎

[kitsune-oji]

(Beelze-) Bubba

Repost of this little regression fic I wrote... Forever ago, I don't know when. Anyway, here you go

Beel & Regressor! Mc, minor Levi & Mc

Gn! Age Regressor! Mc (they/them)

Word count: 1'456

Warnings/Tags: Age Regression, Carer Beel, bit of babytalk, petname for Mc (cupcake)

"-could fight them alone! You should know we'll always have your back. That's what friends are for! -"

The climax of the show peaked and Mc could see Levi leaning forward so much he almost fell over. Next to them, Beel was munching on the popcorn as slow as possible so Mc could steal some every now and then. It was delicious but they could only eat so much salty popcorn before they needed something to drink, so they longingly gazed over to the glass standing on the little coffee table.

It was too far away for them to grab without crawling off the sofa but their position was so comfortable right now! A pillow behind their back, blanket snuggled up and squished against Beel a bit, they continued to ponder if it was worth it to get the glass or not.

The demon next to them noticed the change in Mc's mood and saw them staring at the coffee table with such concentration that their face scrunched up a bit with a frown and pout. They looked like they were trying to move the glass of apple juice by pure willpower alone. It was quite cute and part of Beel wanted to see if they could actually manage to develop some type of telekinesis with enough time but quickly discarded that thought again. Right now, they needed to drink something.

With that, Beel put the almost empty bowl of popcorn to the side and crawled over to the glass. It was good that he had filled up before movie night so he wouldn't eat all the snacks without giving Mc a chance to get some too. It helped that he didn't feel as hungry with them around as well. Turning around, he handed the apple juice over to the human and took notice of how they gripped it with both hands.

You see, Mc had told the brothers about their age regression two weeks ago with the help of Asmodeus but they had yet to actually regress around any of them, at least as far as Beel knew. Truth was, they were still kind of scared. While the demons had taken well to the explanation, it was something different to actually witness someone regressing and Mc worried that they would find it weird or disgusting after all. If they rejected them while they were in such a vulnerable headspace they knew they wouldn't be able to handle it well.

They had talked about it in more depth with Beelzebub when he expressed interest, so he also knew of some of the signs to look out for which would signal that Mc was regressed or on their way to do so. Meanwhile, the human was overjoyed that they didn't have to leave their comfy nest and still get to quench their thirst. Starved of a caregiver's affection as they were, the simple gesture already tickled the switch to their tiny self and they could feel themself regressing. Sipping on the juice, they took utmost care not to spill anything but a sudden noise from the anime playing made them jump and spill over their hoodie.

It wasn't a lot, fortunately and since the blanket had slid down a bit when they sat up to drink, only the top had been in line of fire. Mc's mouth fell open and their eyes widened as they were looking down at their hoodie, their arms stretched out so they won't spill more. Slowly, they looked up at Beel and promptly shut their mouth before puffing up their cheeks. The expression caught Beel off guard and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Levi, who had been too absorbed in the happening on screen to pay them any mind till now, turned to them with a disgruntled look which quickly made way for amusement as well. Beel had quieted down quickly and took the glass from Mc's hands gently to put it back safely on the table. "Silly cupcake", he teased and asked just in case, "Is someone tiny?"

The human still frowned and narrowed their eyes at the glutton. "No!", they denied but their voice gave them away. It was a bit higher pitched and sounded like their tongue was too large or clumsy for their mouth to form clear words. Levi had turned back to the screen after sharing a look with Beel but not before saying," You so are though." His little brother would care for Mc this time so he wouldn't have to worry about that right now.

Not that he didn't want to care for them too but he felt way too insecure with all this still. What if he messed up somehow and Mc got hurt? What if he does something wrong? What should he even do? He'd probably have to talk to his human about that sometime but for now he was more content to just let his brothers take charge and see how they handled a regressed Mc. Thoughts of them maybe not even wanting someone like him to care for them often surfaced as well but he always tried to squish them back down and reassure himself that that wasn't the case. It was something he had discussed with Mc before and he knew he could go to them for reassurances as well and let out all his worries but not right now, while they were small.

So, he focused back on the anime they had been watching and glanced over to his brother and pact holder every now and then. Beel had opened his arms and beckoned Mc to let him carry them over to the bathroom, though not before he got some clothes from their closet. He had tried talking to them and only gotten short and clumsy responses, so he guessed they were around toddler age right now? When asking for their age, they had said "thish many" and held up two fingers.

Keeping this in mind, Beel stuffed a pair of training pants and comfy pj's under his arm while still carrying Mc on his hip. In the bathroom, he sat them on the toilet seat and asked them to raise their arms so he could take of their hoodie and put on the sleeping shirt. Even though he was making sure to always tell them what he was doing and changing their clothes as fast as possible, Beel could see them getting fussy.

Of course they wouldn't like being changed that much but it couldn't really be helped, though the pacifier helped a bit to calm them down. Once done, he peppered their face with kisses and delighted in the giggles it got him in return. "Hey, cupcake. Are you still thirsty?", he asked and opened his arms in response to their grabby hands, holding them close once more. "Uh huh", Mc answered, clinging to him like a koala bear. On the way out of the room however, they saw their stuffie lying on the bed and protested when they couldn't reach it. It was no trouble to get it and Mc happily squished it against themself.

So, they went over to the kitchen and Beel opened the cabinet they had reserved for Mc's baby stuff. He was about to take out a sippy cup when Mc started wriggling in his hold and he had to be careful not to drop them. With an admonishing tone, he tried to tell them off but was interrupted, "No that, wan this! This!"

The demon looked at what Mc was pointing to. It was a sippy cup like the one he wanted to take but the print was different, since had little giraffes on it. "Alright", he agreed easily enough and Mc stopped struggling at once. After filling the cup with apple juice, he handed it over to Mc who happily grabbed the handles and started suckling on the mouthpiece. Beel loved seeing them so happy.

Bouncing them a bit in his arms out of joy, he took them back to the couch. Levi had put on another anime which was more suited for a kid, rated pg 6 but Beel didn't think that would matter too much.

He sat down with Mc in his lap and petted their head gently. Seeing how their stuffie had fallen on their legs, he picked it up and made it look like it was talking to Mc. "Did you forget me?", he asked with an exaggerated voice, going for sad but funny. The little one gasped, almost threw the sippy cup to the side and hugged their stuffie veery tight to their chest. "No no noou!"

Beel chuckled a bit and hugged mc against his chest gently. He could get used to this.

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