#age regression asks

[justalilecho]

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🎨 What's a piece of agere gear that you really want to have/try?

I really miss having my diapers, but in my current situation, it's not feasible :(

[jacksdinonuggets]

Anyone wanna send asks to me or my rp blogs? Both of us little rn nd kinda bored

[pumpkin-sprout]

What do you like in little space

I love watching Bluey!! (Even when I'm not in lil space lol)

Coloring is also very fun. I love being read to!! I love cute sippies and cute plates with chicken nuggets. Mostly watching shows while having snackies lol

I like dressing my stuffies and showing my Nonnie or Dada pictures I made for them :)

[sleepy-harper]

baby/rose pink porcelain & bunny moodboard

[puppyclover]

Bluey Rain Stimboard!

[gothghostiie]

In the spirit of all the awesome agere stuffs, how bout Simon with a little who gets vvvv sleepy when they regress??? They just an eepy lil thang

absolutely!!

cw: age regression

hmmm. simon adores his little any way they are, but a sleepy little thing like you? has his heart melting. he loves having you conked out on his lap, head sacked against his chest while you snore quietly, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job of making you feel little and safe. he can always tell when it happens, smirking at every little yawn you give.

"someone's a little sleepy, hm?" he murmurs softly, already pulling you close, no matter where or when, kissing the top of your head. "don't worry, I'm here." is all he whispers while rocking you a little bit, wrapping you in a blanket; or his jacket if no blanket is available. keeps humming or talking softly until you fall asleep. has loads of pics of you sleeping.

[pukefactory]

⫘⫘⫘⟢ SUPPRESSING FIRE ⟢⫘⫘⫘

！ Summary: Caregiver Burning Spice Cookie X Little Reader Headcannons

！ Character(s): Burning Spice Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

！ Genre: Headcannons, SFW, Agere

！ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

！ Image Credits: @theleverethiding

⚡︎ His hands, capable of razing kingdoms, cradle you with an impossible tenderness—firm yet reassuring in their strength. Despite his destructive nature, Burning Spice Cookie is fiercely protective of you. His grip is steady when you cling to him, his warmth enveloping, his voice low and gruff as he murmurs, “In the end, everything turns to dust, but not us. I’ll keep you safe.”

⚡︎ You whimper in the dark, small and afraid. The embers of his flames cast flickering shadows along the walls, restless and alive. “There is no need to fear,” he rumbles, shifting so his warmth surrounds you. A low hum escapes him—ancient, steady, a melody lost to time. It resonates in his chest, reverberating gently off the walls as he murmurs words you do not recognize yet find strangely soothing. Wrapped in the arms of destruction itself, you drift into sleep, safe and warm.

⚡︎ He wields his colossal axe with ease, his devastation swift and absolute. Yet, when he adjusts your clothes with massive, careful fingers, his touch is as light as a whisper. “There,” he grunts, satisfied. You beam up at him. The Great Destroyer scoffs, though his fire burns a shade warmer before a large hand ruffles your hair.

⚡︎ A warrior’s den should be adorned with the spoils of war, but his is strewn with plushies, rattles, and soft blankets. The first time one of his generals entered and saw you nestled in a pile of stuffed animals, they braced for his fury. Instead, he merely ignored their presence, picked up a large, fluffy tiger plush, and placed it beside you, a ghost of a smile tugging at his wicked grin. “Hah! Now he will guard you when I’m busy turning up the heat!” That tiger plush quickly became your favorite.

⚡︎ His people tremble when he storms through the halls, fire licking at his heels. Yet, when he sees you standing there, arms outstretched, the flames quell. He grumbles but lifts you effortlessly, holding you close. “You are bold to make such demands of me, little one.” And yet, he carries you in his arms for the rest of the day, that single remark the only complaint he utters.

⚡︎ A passing Cookie sneers at your childish garb—the sippy cup, the pacifier. “Pathetic.” Before they can blink, Burning Spice Cookie looms over them, flames curling up his arms. “Say that again,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. The Cookie flees. Later, he kneels beside you, placing your fallen flame-shaped pacifier back in your hands. He seems more upset than you, but his tension eases when you lean your head against his side.

⚡︎ Tantrums mean nothing to him. You kick, wail, pound tiny fists against his chest—he does not budge. “Haha! Is that all you’ve got?” he teases, amused. But when you sniffle, rubbing at your tear-streaked face, he sighs. Lifting you onto his shoulders, he rumbles, “Come. We will find something for you to truly destroy.” He does not say he means himself, but his excitement at teaching you destruction is unmistakable.

⚡︎ His body radiates an ever-present heat. On cold nights, you burrow against him, seeking warmth. “Clingy thing…” he huffs, yet he shifts closer, his massive frame blocking out the chill and surrounding you in gentle heat. In the morning, you wake to find your favorite tiger plush nestled beside you, a red fluffy blanket draped over you. He does not mention it, and neither do you, simply holding the plush close.

⚡︎ Before battle, he marks his body with crimson streaks, sigils of war and violence. Yet, as he grips his parashu, ready to leave, he abruptly pauses. Your small hands reach for him, and he kneels, allowing you to press a sticker—a simple tiger, much like your plush—onto his spiked shoulder armor. “He wants to watch over you!” you say excitedly. He snorts. “Then he and I shall have many tales of destruction to share when I return.” He does not remove it. When he comes back, the sticker remains, untouched by battle.

⚡︎ He has burned civilizations, crushed empires beneath his heel. Yet here he kneels, letting your tiny hands press against his cheeks. “Be gentle,” you murmur, worried about the rage in his eyes. He closes them, exhales slowly, faint wisps of smoke curling from his nostrils like a sleeping dragon. “For you,” he rumbles, “I will try.”

[itsy-bitsy-bby]

Do you wanna be baby with me and babble back and forth to each other?

[impish-baby]

Weep little lion man - platonic yandere villian x vigilante reader - 🎭

Oh, dear..."

Eos coos, circling around the room. "Someone was naughty, weren't you, darling?" The pounding in your ears practically drowns the villain out, it isn't like you could tear your eyes away from the body laying on the ground to look at them anyway.

It happened so fast, you're not even really sure how.

You didn't mean to. You promise. It was an accident. A stupid, stupid accident because you were scared and-

"Hush." They delicately wipe specks of blood away from your cheek, like you're just a kid who's gotten messy playing. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I'd say I'm quite proud of you actually." Eos draws you into their arms, rubbing soft circles into your back, a parent soothing their frighted child. "It's ok, I know it wasn't on purpose. You're such a good little hero, hm?" The villian's voice is so kind. It's the only thing you have to ground you to reality.

Eos doesn't let you go once you start sobbing, only gently rocking you back and forth. "Oh honey, I know, I know.. poor thing." They sigh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It's so dreary in here. Let's get going, shall we?"

Reader: staring blank faced at the table unable to process the fact that they just killed someone

Eos: you haven't touched your chicken nuggies :((

[pineconepie]

Platonic yandere doctor? Like he’s had his little for a while but he’s just fed up with them trying to leave so he uses a more permanent solution to the problem of them trying to run away (take that as you will)

I hope this is good!! Its slightly different than what you asked, but if people want I cand make a part two of them trying to escape!

TW: Platonic/parental yandere, drugging, gaslighting, kidnapping, infantilization, slight ableism(?), psychiatric wards

...

You've been seeing Dr. Warren as your doctor for... wow, how long has it been? Several years now. He's always been a kind guy, and sometimes he'd break past that overly polite, professional demeanor and let his soft spot for you shine through.

You liked that about him.

Sometimes, when there wasn't anybody in the waiting room but you two, he would kneel down to give you a little toy while you waited, usually one of those plastic eggs filled with surprise toys or jingling keys or something like that.

You always thought it was a little strange how the doctor was giving you children's toys, but you tried not to overthink it.

There were some other weird things you tried to overlook, but recently it was getting harder to do so.

Warren would always prescribe you medications for all kinds of things, and every single one of them made your mind feel numb. Like static, almost.

Your appointments became very regular, as well. At least once a week, even if nothing felt wrong.

And he'd give you a little plastic medicine bottle filled with gummy vitamins every time you went in.

You started to notice how instead of actually checking your health, he'd cuddle by your side and just ask how your day went, almost acting more like an over-caring therapist... which, he did technically have his degree in both psychology and medicine, but still, the lack of any medical care was suspicious, especially coming from the usually very professional doctor.

"Um, Doctor Warren?" you nervously ask, fiddling with the toy he gave you today, a little green caterpillar with bright colors on its back.

"Hm? What is it?" he asks while marking a few things off on his clipboard.

"Well, uh..." you swallow down a lump in your throat as you work up the courage to ask this. "I've noticed that our sessions lately haven't been productive. And the medications you give me make me worse. I wasn't even having a lot of issues until I started taking them. It's like they just make my mind foggy... and I always feel so sleepy, and my coordination is off..."

"Those are just the side effects," he reassures. "That's why I wanted you to come see me regularly; to track any changes or side effects."

"But I don't think the side effects are worth it. And these constant check-ups are annoying, no offense," you mutter.

"None taken," he says calmly. "The check-ups are for your benefit."

"Yeah, but..." You rub the nape of your neck. "I think I want to see a different doctor... if that's okay."

Suddenly, the warm aura radiating from him grows cold as the man glares at you, dark eyes sending a chill down your spine.

"Do you trust other doctors more than me?" His voice comes out icy, stinging you like cold water.

Your heart pounds. You open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again.

"(Y/n). You're mentally and physically ill. Your judgement is too clouded by your conditions that you can't recognize proper care. I'm trying to help you get better. Can't you see that?" He runs a hand through his hair. "You need constant monitoring, love. I'd consider yourself lucky I haven't put you in inpatient care." His expression changes, like a light bulb goes off in his head. "Actually, would you prefer that?"

"No, of course not!" you cry out. "Please don't-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's for your own safety," he says matter-of-factly. "You can't even tell what's good or bad for you. Your condition is worsening."

"Because of the medication," you retort.

"That's just the side effects. I explained this already."

"Why would medicine that's supposed to cure me make me worse?!" you yell. Tears well up in your eyes. "Why won't you listen to me?!"

He looks like a parent dealing with their crying toddler; confused yet confident they'll get over it eventually. "Hmm... I think you need a nap."

"A nap? What, am I in timeout now?" You fold your arms across your chest like a pouting child, realizing a little too late how funny the doctor probably finds the gesture.

Warren gets out some medical supplies: a needle and a vial. Filling the syringe with a clear liquid from the small container, he turns towards you and grins menacingly. "This'll only take a moment..."

Before you can stand up and try to run away, he plunges the needle into your arm.

You cry out and flinch away, but not before all of the syringe's contents empty inside you. He holds you against him, shushing softly in your ear as you sob until suddenly your eyelids grow heavy.

He keeps you firmly tucked in his grip, and you find that you're unable to move, paralyzed by whatever substance he injected into you.

As soon as he sees you drifting off, he lies you on the bed and rushes out, yelling something that sounds too far away to hear.

...

When you wake up, you see white walls all around you. Blinking your eyes, you look down at your clothes to see an outfit totally different from what you had been wearing when you were in Warren's office. This looks more like hospital garb.

Speaking of which, where was Warren?

Turning your head weakly to the right, you notice you're attached to a heart monitor, the wires running to sensors on your chest and fingers.

You struggle to prop yourself up and sit properly on the bed.

Warren walks into the room. "Good morning! Or, should I say good afternoon?" he smiles teasingly, closing the door behind him. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm feeling like you drugged me! What am I doing here?!" Your throat feels like its on fire, but you continue trying to speak regardless. "Can't you talk to me without having me admitted to a hospital?! Oh god- please don't tell me I'm in the psychiatric ward..."

"You are in the psychiatric ward, yes," he confirms smoothly. "But don't worry. I pulled a few strings to make sure you got the best care." His voice dips into something softer, almost affectionate. "I even had them set up a private room for you. No noisy roommates, no prying eyes—just me, looking out for you."

A chill runs down your spine. This isn't normal. This is too far.

"For what? Telling you I wanted to see a different doctor? For wanting to get off my meds?!" You glare.

He doesn't seem too bothered, pulling out a clipboard. "Well, it says on your chart you attacked me with scissors during our last meeting when I wouldn't give you prescription opioids. That's pretty serious."

"WHAT?!" Your jaw drops. "You liar! That never happened!"

Warren feigns worry. "Oh, sweetheart..." He caresses the side of your face. "You poor thing. Those delusions have you again, huh?" He shakes his head. "I don't know how to tell you this... but you have a problem. A very, very severe one. Which is why you need constant surveillance from someone trained to handle people with your particular condition."

You blink away tears blurring your vision. "This is crazy. You can't do this to me."

"Baby, I'm not 'doing' anything. This was all in your best interests." Warren moves closer to you, rubbing circles into your skin. "You're sick, (Y/n). I've been your doctor for multiple years now. Why would I lie about this?"

You sob harder. You want to believe him so bad.

You trust him, and it's always been easier to follow along with his suggestions rather than try to fight or argue back, but...

"You like treating me as if I'm a baby. Does that have anything to do with this? Or why the medications you've given me make me feel like I'm regressing into a toddler every day?" you spit out bitterly.

He sighs. "That's because you have the obvious mentality of one. The regression isn't a result of the drugs, (Y/n). It's your disorder acting up." He pushes some strands of hair out of your face. "If it helps any, I like taking care of you. Really, I do. I've never considered myself a parental person until I met you. You need me, just as much as I need to be needed by someone else. Like you."

"I'll tell everyone you basically kidnapped me," you threaten. "They can look on the security cameras for proof I didn't do anything!"

He clicks his tongue, chuckling. "I might have accidentally deleted the security footage from the day. Oops," he adds innocently. He kisses your forehead. "Now, get some rest, kiddo. Papa will check on you in an hour. And please don't try anything bad while I'm gone; otherwise, we'd have to add assaulting an orderly or nurse onto your file... We really don't want that, do we?"

All you can do is stare dumbly up at him as the words sink in.

Yes, Warren could definitely get in trouble for this... but who's going to believe you when you've been labeled a danger to yourself and others with a laundry list of mental health disorders, prescribed enough pills to tranquilize an elephant daily?

No one.

He leaves with a final, "Be good," shutting the door with a soft thump, leaving you alone, staring after him long after he's gone.

[pumpkin-sprout]

Hi! I'm katee nice to meet you. I'm new to Tumblr and i came here to make friends but also ask questions. My question is how do you tell your friend that you have age regression? I'm very anxious to tell him/her. So sorry if this is weird

Hi Katee, sorry if it's been a long time! I only get on this blog occasionally 😅 This isn't a weird question at all!!

Tbh not many of my friends know I age regress. It's a very personal thing to me, and I used to be more open with people irl about it, but anymore I keep it to myself and my partners.

This isn't to say it's bad to tell people, this is just my preference. I will usually bring it up if someone mentions age regression, though.

My friends know I like cutesy things, they know I like stuffies and all that. They've seen sippy cups in my cupboard and kid utensils in my drawer. Most of the time, it's not mentioned. I'm also neurodivergent and a lot of my friends are as well, and I know a lot of neurodivergent people tend to like smaller cutlery. I personally like it even when not in smol space bc texture stuff (I have ones made of recycled milk jugs, the texture is just *chefs kiss*)

I think a few of my friends know and just don't really say anything. That's not to say you need to hide it or anything. I used to be embarrassed about it, but not so much anymore. I keep my onesies and other things out of sight though lol.

If you feel comfortable telling a friend, I'd bring it up in a neutral setting. Make sure neither of you are overly stressed. Also when telling people, make sure you are not regressing at the time. This is to protect yourself mentally and physically. I know my feelings get hurt super easily in smol space. If they don't take it very well, it can hurt. But please remember, no matter what, you're not doing anything wrong.

Ways I've explained it before are, "I like baby things, I sometimes act younger than I am bc I didn't have a great childhood and this helps me heal. Sometimes it happens involuntarily as a response to being scared. You don't need to participate, I just wanted you to know this is a part of me."

I know this is a longer response, but if anybody wants me to go into more detail in a separate post, I definitely can!! I hope this helps, even if it was kind of all over the place lol.

[bonnie-the-mutt]

library playdate !

agere interactive choice game :0

I love these games so much, they're so fun to make !!

please feel free to use my asks/comments to give me suggestions on our next adventure. I try really hard to keep these age and gender neutral, but it's becoming pretty difficult lol. I would absolutely love if you guys sent me asks in-character.

I'm thinking about making gender/age specific adventures ?? what do u think ??

thank you to the lovely users who provided these pngs for me !! all credits r listed below :) anything not listed was found in PicsArt

pt 2; marshall, blue's clues toy, dino toy, batman figure

pt 3; giraffe book, rainbow fish book, Winnie the Pooh book, stellaluna book, my book of colors and best friends book

pt 4; computer, play dough, Bob the builder toy computer, play food

this is a lot to keep track of so please let me know if I missed anything ^^!

[dumbdaisy3]

h-hey tumblr!! i uhh need a (hornyyy) favur >\\\\<

pls mak me illiterat!!! (with hypno)

so, uhh when im edgig an beig an beig hypnotisd liek a good slutty girl, ii reed a lotta wurds abt how im a dum bimbo @/////@

an i luuv reedig thos wurds!! but sumtrms, i imagin what itd b liek if i culdn read :<<< jus starig at the prety picturs, not knowig what they say liek a kid or a pet :<<<

obv i need 2 reed 2 reply 2 peeple!! so if we culd wurk out the cuntditions thatd mak me illiterate thatd b hawt @,,w,,@

[axeeglitter]

Melorius's shop: Thank you for your service

Adam stepped into the small, dimly lit Halloween shop without a clue that tonight would be anything but normal. He hesitated for a long time before deciding to go the office party. At 42, he really was finding those kinds of events more and more boring. He was late to get a costume, and with the Halloween party in just a few hours, he didn’t want to show up empty-handed, even more because Nathalie, his coworker he had kind of a crush on since she was hired a couple of months ago, would be here. Adam looked all day long but couldn’t find anything he liked or at his size. The last place on the block he didn’t check was this weird little hole-in-the-wall shop, a place he wouldn’t normally visit. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

As he walked in, the smell of old leather and musty costumes filled the air. Racks of outlandish outfits surrounded him, superheroes, clowns, knights, cowboys, Indians but none of them felt right. He wasn’t trying to win a costume contest. He just wanted something easy, fun, and simple that might bring him some points with Nathalie.

"Looking for something special?" came a smooth voice from behind the counter.

Adam turned to see an older man standing there, wearing a sharp suit that didn’t fit the vibe of the place at all. His eyes gleamed with a strange intensity, his thin lips curling into a grin that sent a shiver down Adam’s spine.

“Uh, yeah,” Adam replied, “Just something for a party. Nothing too flashy.”

The man, whose nametag read Mister Melorius, gave a knowing nod. "I think I’ve got just the thing for you." Without waiting for Adam to respond, he disappeared behind a curtain and came back holding a dark, pressed military uniform. Adam was about to say no thanks when a shimmer of the dogtag caught his attention on the uniform. He thought for a second and as a reflex, his hands reached for the costume. Maybe it could work he started to think.

"Try it on," Melorius said, handing it over with a strangely eager smile.

Adam nodded and took the uniform, heading into the changing room. It felt… strange in his hands. Light but sturdy, with a coolness to the fabric. As soon as he touched it, something seemed to tug at him, a pull he couldn’t explain.

He quickly undressed, neatly folding his 3 pieces royal blue costume and red tie, then slid the uniform over his body. The trousers clung to his legs perfectly, and when he zipped up the jacket, it felt as if it had been tailored specifically for him. But just as he finished adjusting the collar, a sudden warmth spread through him, like someone had flipped a switch inside his body.

“Whoa…” he whispered, looking in the mirror to see his reflection only to be met with weird sensations invading his lower half.

His breath hitched as a deep, pulsing warmth gathered in his chest and spread outwards. He watched, wide-eyed, as his reflection began to change. His shoulders, narrow and unremarkable, slowly began to broaden. Muscles thickened beneath his skin, his traps rising higher, giving him a solid, athletic look, he never had. His biceps bulged, veins snaking under the skin as they expanded, stretching the sleeves of the uniform.

Adam’s arms swelled as they filled with muscle, his forearms thickening to match. His fingers, once slim and soft, grew thicker and calloused as if he’d been doing pull-ups and handling weapons for years. He tried to flex his hand, but the strength in his grip now felt foreign, almost as if he didn’t recognize his own power.

His chest pushed out next. He gasped, watching as his pecs thickened, rising up under the fabric of the uniform. Each breath he took made his pecs swell even more, the fabric pressing tight against them. He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the firm slabs of muscle there, and while his body was filling out with youthful strength, no chest hair sprouted. Instead, there was just a faint happy trail starting beneath his belly button, leading down into his waistband.

But it wasn’t just his chest. His abs rippled underneath the uniform, once undefined but now clear and sharp as if carved from stone. Each muscle tightened, becoming more pronounced, a solid six-pack replacing the soft stomach he’d grown used to over the years.

"What's happening?!" Adam muttered; his voice slightly higher than before. He tried to tug at the collar, but his hands were trembling. He watched his legs next, his thighs, once lean, ballooned with muscle, stretching the fabric of the pants until they hugged every powerful curve. His calves followed, thickening with each passing second, as if he had spent years running drills and hiking with heavy gear.

Adam felt a strange tightness in his groin. His cock, which had been a respectable 5.5 inches before, began to throb. He looked down, his heart pounding as he watched it grow harder in his pants. But instead of stopping, it kept swelling. The pressure inside his trousers grew unbearable as his cock thickened, stretching longer, now standing at a solid 9 inches when fully erect. His balls, too, grew heavier, tugging down into the tight space of his trousers. The weight of them sent an odd thrill up his spine.

He felt every change in vivid detail, the growing weight between his legs pulling more of his attention as his balls swelled, stretching the skin tight. It wasn’t just physical, his mind seemed to grow fuzzy as well. He clutched his head, trying to hold onto who he was, but each throb in his nuts seemed to drain away another part of his mind, like his very memories were slipping away.

“C’mon, c’mon,” he groaned, trying to focus on his reflection only to realize his face starting to change, to regress. In front of him, his hair started to grow back and took a light brown color, his skin tighten on his bones and muscles and his eyes cleaned of any sight disease..

The muscles in his back stretched next, widening, growing strong as if molded for carrying heavy packs. His spine straightened, the tightness there easing as his posture improved, making him stand taller. His entire frame had become lean but muscular, the body of someone fresh out of boot camp. His feet felt cramped as they grew too, filling out and pushing against the leather of his enw combat boots.

The reflection staring back at him was unrecognizable now, his youthful face smooth and sharp, his jawline chiseled. He was 19 again, with the fresh vigor of someone who had just graduated from military school. His eyes gleamed with a new confidence, the innocence of his late twenties long drained away.

Adam, frozen in surprise and incomprehension in his new 19 years old self wanted to scream for help. He grabbed the curtain of the dressing room only to realize something just woke up a bit lower.

His cock twitched again, harder this time, filling his pants with precum as it continued to throb. The uniform was pressing tight against his groin, the sensation making him grit his teeth. Adam felt like he was falling mentally, his old life, his name, his personality, everything that made him himself was being funneled into his swelling nuts, filling them with the essence of his past self. He tried to fight it, gripping his thickened biceps and flexing his jaw, but the pleasure was too much.

“Oh… fuck,” Adam gasped, his cock leaking steadily now, every pulse sending another piece of who he used to be into the pit of his balls. His mind was going blank. Everything about his past, the awkward college days, his old job, his straight lifestyle, was swirling away, replaced by a fresh, cocky attitude that fit his new body like a glove.

Adam felt the last grip he had on his old life give up in his brain as he mentally heard a Gulp sound and without touching himself, he came. His cock twitched violently in his trousers, releasing rope after rope of thick cum into the fabric, soaking through. His knees almost buckled, his muscles tensing as his orgasm washed over him. Every shot of cum seemed to drain away the last remnants of Adam. He groaned, feeling his pants tighten around his cock as it spurted again, marking the end of his transformation.

His breathing slowed, the intense pleasure fading, leaving him standing there in the dressing room. Adam blinked, his expression now one of cocky satisfaction. His body was exactly what it should be, perfectly toned, fresh out of military school, ready to take on any challenge. He gave his bulging biceps a flex, smirking at his reflection.

Just as the last of his cum soaked through his uniform pants, there was a flash of light.

When his eyes adjusted, Adam found himself standing in a dimly lit room, surrounded by cheering soldiers. The Halloween Initiation party was in full swing, but this was no normal party. The barracks were filled with the scent of sweat and musk, and the energy in the room was electrifying. The blue-balled soldiers had been playing games of dares all night while drinking alcohol and thinning about their girls back home. They were taking turns on each other, their pent-up frustration boiling over into raw sexual energy as each other companies was the only thing available for them at the moment.

Adam's cock, still half-hard from his transformation, twitched at the sight. He wasn’t one to back down from a bet, no matter what it involved. His cocky grin widened as one of the guys, a bulky lance caporal sauntered over.

“New guy, huh? Hope you’re not shy,” the private smirked, pointing toward the center of the room where a game of dares was already heating up. Guys were taking turns on each other, sucking, fucking, the air thick with tension, laugh and alcohol.

“Shy? Never,” Adam said, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature. His old self would have been horrified, but that part of him was long gone. Now, all he felt was the thrill of the challenge, his cock already hardening again at the thought of taking one of those dares.

Within moments, Adam found himself stripped down to his uniform pants, standing in the circle of horny soldiers. His cock stood at attention, rock hard, dripping precum as the dares flew around the room. One soldier dared him to take one in the ass to prove he was one of them, and Adam’s grin only widened.

“Bring it on,” he said, his voice steady, confident.

Across the room, another soldier, Ryan, a tall, ripped guy with a mischievous smirk, caught Adam’s eye. Ryan had a reputation for never backing down from a challenge either, and tonight was no different.

“Alright, new kid,” Ryan called out, voice booming over the music. “You think you’ve got the guts to take on me? I bet you can’t last more than four minutes before I make you tap out. And if you think you can, then let’s make it interesting, I’ll fuck you, and if you make me cum first, you win. But if I fuck you senseless before the clock runs out, you’re mine for the rest of the night!”

The crowd hooted and hollered, clearly loving the idea. Adam, never one to back down, chuckled and shrugged, stepping forward. “You’re on,” he grinned, puffing out his chest as if the challenge didn’t faze him at all. Inside, his nerves tingled with a mix of excitement and tension. His old self would’ve balked at the idea, but the new Adam? He was born for this.

Ryan smirked and cracked his knuckles, stepping forward, already unbuttoning his pants while some of the guys set up a makeshift timer. Adam, shirtless, his abs and pecs glistening with sweat, kicked off his boots and started to peel off his uniform pants, his semi-hard cock springing free to a chorus of cheers and whistles from the guys around him. The thought of bending over for the first time sent a shiver down his spine, but instead of hesitation, all Adam felt was excitement. He was ready to win this bet and prove he was worth being one of them.

They positioned themselves in the center of the room. Adam braced himself on his hands and knees, his ass in the air, and his cock still throbbing as it brushed against the cold floor. The crowd gathered close, cheering and egging them on, chanting Adam’s name. Ryan loomed over him, his own cock hard and dripping, ready to go.

With no further delay, Ryan pushed his cock against Adam’s tight, virgin hole, and the moment Ryan started to press inside, Adam gritted his teeth. A sharp pain shot through him, his body tensing instinctively. The stretch was intense, way more than he’d expected, but he wasn’t going to back down. No way. Not with all these guys watching, cheering him on.

“Hah! You good down there?” Ryan teased, but Adam just barked a laugh through the pain.

“Hell yeah, I’m good. Just fuckin’ do it, man,” Adam shot back, shaking his head, trying to ease himself into the sensation. He wasn’t about to give Ryan the satisfaction of seeing him break.

The crowd roared as Ryan pushed deeper, and Adam’s breath hitched in his throat. He could feel every inch of Ryan’s cock stretching him wide, filling him up. It hurt like hell at first, his ass clenching tight, but Adam just grinned through it, biting down on his lip, determined to win.

He could hear the timer start ticking. He just had to hold out, just had to make Ryan cum first.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, hotshot,” Ryan growled and started to thrust, his hips slamming forward, his cock driving into Adam with rough, forceful strokes. Adam gasped, his body jolting with every powerful thrust, but instead of crumbling, he let out a breathless laugh.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” Adam taunted, grinning as he glanced over his shoulder, catching the strain on Ryan’s face.

Ryan’s cock pounded into him, faster, harder, his grip tightening on Adam’s hips as he tried to get the upper hand. But no matter how rough it got, no matter how much it burned and stretched Adam’s hole, he refused to give in. The cheers from the guys around him only fueled his determination.

“C’mon, Ryan, don’t hold back now!” Adam shouted over his shoulder, half-laughing, half-moan escaping him as the pleasure started to edge out the pain. He could feel his own cock twitching beneath him, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as Ryan’s relentless fucking started to push him closer to the edge. But it wasn’t about him. He had to make Ryan lose it first.

And Ryan was struggling. Adam could feel it in the way his thrusts were getting sloppier, the way his breath was coming in ragged gasps. His cock was twitching inside him, his composure cracking with every second that ticked by. Adam’s muscles tightened, and he arched his back just a little, pushing his ass up to meet Ryan’s thrusts, making it even harder for him to hold back.

“You gonna cum for me, Ryan?” Adam teased, voice ragged, but still full of that cocky confidence. The guys around them cheered louder, and Adam fed off their energy, his grin widening. He was close to winning. He could feel it.

Ryan let out a guttural moan, his hands digging into his hips as he tried to hold out, but Adam wasn’t going to give him a chance. He clenched his ass tight around Ryan’s cock, squeezing him hard, and that was all it took.

With a loud groan, Ryan’s hips stuttered, and Adam felt the sudden warmth of Ryan’s cum spilling deep inside him. The crowd erupted into cheers, fists pumping into the air as Ryan lost the challenge. Adam let out a triumphant laugh, his chest heaving, body shaking with the intensity of the moment.

Ryan slumped forward, panting heavily as he pulled out, but Adam was already standing up, grinning ear to ear, his own cock still hard, bobbing between his legs as the crowd of soldiers slapped him on the back, shouting congratulations.

“You fuckin’ did it!” one of them laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “You made him blow in under four minutes!”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Adam grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He could still feel the dull ache in his ass, but it didn’t matter. He had won, he was one of them, and the rush of victory coursed through him like fire.

The crowd of soldiers slapped him on the back, congratulating him, Ryan approached from behind. The tall, ripped soldier, still catching his breath from their intense initiation challenge, gave Adam a smirk that spoke volumes. Without warning, Ryan wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close. Adam grinned, thinking it was just part of the celebration, the camaraderie of the guys after a wild challenge.

But as Ryan leaned in, his breath hot against his ear, his voice dropped to a low, rough whisper. “You may be one of us now, Adam,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down his spine, “but you’re still gonna be my bitch from now on.”

Adam’s grin faltered for a moment, his heart skipping a beat as the meaning of Ryan’s words sank in. Before he could react, Ryan’s hand slid down his bare back, slipping lower until his fingers brushed against his still-sloppy hole. The touch was sudden, intimate, and before Adam could even think to protest, Ryan pushed one thick finger inside, pressing against his sensitive, overstimulated prostate.

The sensation hit him like a freight train. His body jolted forward, muscles tensing, and his cock, still hard and twitching, suddenly erupted. Adam’s eyes widened as he came, hands-free, his cock pulsing and shooting ropes of hot cum onto the floor beneath him. His legs trembled, barely able to keep him upright as the orgasm tore through him, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave.

Ryan chuckled softly into Adam’s ear, his finger still teasing his prostate, milking every last drop of cum from him. The crowd didn’t notice, too wrapped up in another challenge thrown to another new private first class, but Adam’s world narrowed down to the overwhelming sensation of Ryan’s control over his body, the undeniable pleasure, and the sharp sting of submission.

As Adam’s orgasm finally ebbed, leaving him breathless and trembling, Ryan pulled his finger out, giving his ass a possessive slap. “Good job, Private First Class Adam,” Ryan muttered, amusement lacing his voice. Then, without another word, Ryan stepped away, blending back into the group, leaving Adam standing there, dazed, his cock still dripping, his body trembling from the intensity of it all.

The other soldiers continued to cheer and party, unaware of the intimate moment that had just transpired, but he knew. He felt it deep in his bones, his new life, his new body, and now, his new place in the barracks.

He was Private First Class Adam, the cocky, easygoing guy who never backed down from a challenge. But now, as he watched Ryan disappear into the crowd, his heart still racing, he realized something else.

He may be one of them, but Ryan had claimed him all the same. And Adam wasn’t sure he minded at all.

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Back in the store, Mister Melorius went on and grabbed the folded blue 3 pieces costume to put it up for sell, a brand new “40 yo engineer costume” was ready to be sold to someone else. ______________________________________________________________

Hey! Here is today's story. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always let me know what you think of it and feelf ree to send inbox messages if you want to see what Mister Melorius has in store for you. See you soon!

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Hello!

I love your Arkuma character so much! Your writing is amazing ❤️ I was wondering how Arkuma would deal with a bratty naughty reader during their first few weeks! Like reader trying their best to fight every little thing from changing to feeding to bedtime. Feel free to ignore this if it's not your vibe!

Love your writing so much once again! Have a lovely day 💖

here is a drabble of that because ppl seem to rlly like this funky guy :)(platonic yan! alien dad oc)

Arkuma is chill, he has so much patience for reader because they're only human. How could he get mad at you! you probably don't even know you're being naughty (you're throwing one of his plates onto the ground on purpose. how tf did you get up there in the first place.) so he'll just wear reader down with his overwhelming affection until they give in.

warnings: infantilization, fluff (?)

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"Not this again." You groaned as you saw your alien captor walk up to you with pastel colored pajamas in his hands. He was dangling it in front of you and you immediately knew what he was trying to do.

The first night you came into his home, he had changed you into sleeping clothes while you were passed out. Waking up to wearing something completely different made you spiral.

"No. I'm going to change myself." You told him, shaking your head as he got closer to you. "Get away- I said no!" You feel childish but you run away from him anyways, darting into your room and hiding out under your bed.

Arkuma sighs, standing up straight as he balled up your sleeping clothes in his hand. "Every time." He sighs, entering your room.

He doesn't know why you fight him so hard on this, he's just changing you. He peeks his head into your room but doesn't notice you immediately.

"Little one, I'm just changing you. Sleeping in yesterday's clothes isn't hygienic."

Arkuma waits a moment and hears annoyed grumbling from under your bed. He smiles and crouches down, tilting his head when he sees you.

"Found you," You glare at him, almost giving into your urge to slap his hand away when he reaches towards you. "Ah, ah rules are rules. I caught you, now you have to listen to me."

"Fuck you alien- fuuuuuuck." You whine as he drags you from under your bed and out into the open. More crooning before he lifts you into his arms. You pushed against his hold, beating against his chest. Trying your absolute hardest to get out before he changes you again.

But, damn him, he just thinks you're trying to play with him again.

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"If you eat your food without throwing it onto the ground, I swear I will let you wander around today."

He shakes the food cube in front of you, rambling in that language that you couldn't be bothered to try and understand. Pet food in both earth and this alien planet was apparently inedible. The food cube he offered to you tasted disgusting, like unsalted mystery meat. So no way in hell was that going in your mouth again.

You grimaced as he waved it around, moving it closer towards you. You leaned back as far as you could, almost toppling the chair over. No way that was ever going into your mouth again. Your stomach grumbles angrily, you were hungry. But you'd rather starve to death than eat that thing again.

"Your tummy sounds like it wants to eat. C'mon, open up." He opened his mouth slightly, wanting you to follow him. But you pursed your lips even more. Arkuma brings it to your mouth and you finally swat it away.

It lands with a splat on the ground and he sighs. You expect him to get angry with you but he just looks at you with a small smile. He pats your head before getting the food cube off the ground.

"Does it not taste good?" He mumbled to himself as he inspected it, it doesn't look very good. "Alright. Let's try something more yummy, hm? Something my little human will like."

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ARKUMA!!! WOO!!1

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✦ . 　⁺ WARM LIGHT’S RELIEF ⁺ 　 . ✦

☆ Summary: Caregiver Pure Vanilla Cookie X Little Reader Headcannons

☆ Character(s): Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

☆ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

☆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

☆ Image Credits: @pyrospecters

✧ Pure Vanilla Cookie is a naturally patient and nurturing caregiver. When you slip into little space, he’s always there with a warm smile, ready to meet you at your level. He never rushes you, letting you explore the world at your own pace while gently guiding you with his soft words and reassuring touch.

✧ Every night, he tucks you into bed with a cozy blanket and a plush sheep nestled beside you. His voice is soothing as he reads your favorite storybooks, adding silly voices and exaggerated expressions to keep you entertained. If you get sleepy mid-story, he doesn’t mind starting over the next day—no matter how many times you’ve heard it before.

✧ Whenever you feel overwhelmed, he instinctively reaches for your hand, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your skin. He knows that physical reassurance helps ground you, and his touch is always warm and steady, a silent promise that you’re safe with him.

✧ He surrounds you with things that bring you comfort: plush blankets, cuddly stuffed animals, and soft pillows in a quiet, peaceful environment. The Vanilla Kingdom itself feels like a haven, its warm golden light creating a calming atmosphere that helps you feel at ease.

✧ If you ever get fussy or overwhelmed, he never scolds or gets frustrated. Instead, he kneels down to your level, placing a gentle hand on your back. “It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, letting you cry it out if you need to. He understands that sometimes, feelings are just too big to handle on your own.

✧ His magic isn’t just for battle—it’s for you, too. If you ever get a scrape or a bump while playing, he immediately places a glowing hand over it, his magic soothing away the pain. “All better now,” he says with a sweet smile, giving you a soft forehead kiss for extra reassurance.

✧ He happily participates in all your games, whether it’s a royal tea party with stuffed animals or a make-believe adventure through the kingdom. He always plays along, never making you feel silly for your imagination. If you offer him a tiny plastic teacup, he takes a pretend sip with a dramatic sigh of delight, saying, “Ah, simply exquisite!”

✧ If you use a pacifier or bottle, he always makes sure you have one nearby, especially when you’re sleepy or feeling small. If you get too shy to ask, he notices right away and gently hands it to you without saying a word—just a knowing, affectionate smile.

✧ When it’s time to sleep, he lets you curl up against his chest, his heartbeat steady and comforting. He hums softly, his voice carrying a warmth that makes your eyelids grow heavy. “Sleep well, little one,” he whispers, holding you close as you drift off into dreams.

✧ No matter what, Pure Vanilla Cookie is your constant source of love and protection. Whenever the world feels too big, too scary, he is there to scoop you up in his arms, whispering, “You are safe. You are loved.” And in that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you know that he means it with all his heart.