#forced age regression

[impish-baby]

Platonic yandere! Androids x reader drabble..

"I made you a snack." The slightly robotic voice grates on your fried nerves, despite the fact that you know Freddie is only trying to do his job. "It is nutritious and delicious, perfect to give you energy for your school work."

You've had to do almost a semester's worth of assignments over again if you didn't want to get kicked out of college, no matter how many times you pled your case about not cheating.

AI interference they say, like you didn't sit for hours each day toiling away. It's bullshit.

"I'm not hungry," The reply is curt, you do feel a little bad for being so harsh with him. "Do you have to bother me? I'm busy."

"I'm sorry," He still approaches your desk, setting down a glass of juice as well as a plate of sandwiches and fruit cut up into cute shapes. "I just worry, sweetheart, you've been avoiding meals. You cannot do things efficiently if you're neglecting your needs."

"I don't remember asking for your opinion." You think Freddie's smile falters for a second, but when you look up at him he still has his signature sunny grin. "I really can't take a break, I still have a lot of things to get done."

"That may be," he kneels down to be eye level with you, like he did when you were little and misbehaving. "But it is also important to take care of yourself. I will have to tell your parents if you keep this up."

That's the last thing you need, they'll blow it up into a huge deal and everything will just become a bigger mess.

"...I'll eat some of it."

"That's a good kid," Freddie reaches out to ruffle your hair, only wincing for a moment when you push his hand away. "I am proud of you."

Your cheeks burn slightly from embarrassment but you ignore it, picking up a strawberry to start eating. You expected the android to leave, instead he gracefully sits down on your bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I have no tasks that are pressing, I would like to spend time together." He smiles wistfully, "I miss you, we don't have to talk, I'll just sit here and enjoy your company."

You sigh, attempting to disregard the pang in your chest as you start to type on your keyboard once more.

[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.

masterlist

[switchy-diaper-daddy]

The masculine urge to have all my adult privileges taken away, be forced into a diaper, and babied by a pretty woman is strong today. ⛓🍼

[forcedagere]

Based on @/spitdrunken’s reincarnation post! If you haven’t/don’t want to read it, it’s about Bill having known befriended when he was a child, killed you in the disaster. Now you have reincarnated as a human, with some vague memories of your past.

Content: Age regression, obsessive behaviour, implied mental manipulation

Bill tries to avoid thinking about it, but he’s already seen the light leave your eyes once before. (And it had been his fault! You had been so excited, and then—) But dwelling on the past is for suckers. And Bill is no sucker, he has reality in the palm of his hand! Either way, you’re here now, you’re together again! He has the chance to make it all better, to make it all right.

He hasn’t cared about anyone’s opinion of him in a trillion years. You, however, such a clear reminder of his past, of the child he was, he almost wants to crystallize. You still believe that Bill is your imaginary childhood friend somehow given physical form. You don’t need to know everything else he has been up to! It’s fine. It’s totally fine. It’s better for you, this way. And if you’re the most at peace with having your brain slowed down a little, having you all regressed all the time, it only makes the most sense to walk that path.

The Fearamid is a maze of twisting hallways, dead-end corridors and hidden passages. Among the incomprehensible architecture, there is a big, padded room with a locked room where you’re allowed to stay. Whenever Bill isn’t around, you doze off into the dream of a special world created from your own imagination, where all of your favourite things in the world come together! In there, you’re a little kid, having one adventure after another. Bill had spent most of his time around you when younger and grows almost nostalgic thinking about how wonder-eyed you’d been all the way back then.

Your room is full of pillows and stuffed toys and other decorations, all plucked straight from your brain. If there’s anything that’s true, it’s that Bill will always know you better than anyone else. When he’s around you, the noise in his brain seems too quiet down, just a little. He’s not the best caretaker. What he wants more than anything is for you to like him, to love him! So your diet is horribly imbalanced (it’s mostly candy), and instead of cleaning any of your clothes, for example, he’ll just make the old ones disappear and make new ones. He likes to play luck-based (board) games with you, because then it’s not entirely certain he’ll win! It seems there nothing he can’t do— Because that’s the truth! He can make all of your dreams come true, if you just stay right here.

Sometimes, he’ll try to recreate some small scenes of what he remembers. It isn’t much. After a trillion years, most of his recollections have faded away. But he has painted the ceiling of your room to reflect the starry night sky, and he likes to play hide and seek with you. He’ll toss you in the air and catch you again. For some reason, he can even enjoy listening to you babble endlessly about meaningless things.

He tries not to be overjoyed when you cling to him, when you ask him not to leave, when you need him. He likes you the most when you’re being clingy. It’s how you convince him to do the silliest things. He’ll shrink himself down so you can hug him to your chest, or swaddle himself in blankets so his ‘pointy edges’ can’t poke you in your sides while you cuddle.

You see a side of Bill that no one else ever will, but that doesn’t mean his intentions are entirely selfless. Whether this is a form of penance for having snuffed out your life, the desire for someone’s undivided, uncomplicated almost-worshipping attention, or a need to be loved and wanted… Even Bill doesn’t know. He convinces himself there’s some kind of long-con here, but there’s not. Perhaps it’s a little bit of all three.

[helpfandom]

Can you do forced regression hcs with nightwing? If not then just like batman? If you need more to start with I can give you some more?

Okay! The Nightwing I am most familiar with is Batwheels, so I'm going to go with that one. For Batman, I would prefer having a specific version because it would change between versions, but I can also do a general Batman taking from all the different versions.

@artisticdoofusxx

Nightwing isn't one who goes to age regression first. Yes, he thinks of you as his baby bird, but he doesn't realize how much he thinks of you as a little baby until he really starts thinking about how much you fight his affection.

Nightwing is one of the the few in this universe that would actually force you to regress to a very young age, unlike a few others who would just force you to be more in the 6-13 age range. He actually prefers it when you are very helpless, around the 1-4 age range, because you are his baby bird.

He's definitely one of the more delusional ones, not saying much given the fact he usually is in most scenarios. While he understands that you don't like being a baby, most babies don't either! He sees your rebellion against infantilization as you simply throwing a tantrum.

He definitely has themed outfits he puts you in, and insists on hand feeding you. He does have a specific room for you in his base in Blüdhaven, decked to the nines with infant toys and sensory books. Only the softest of toys make it into that room and with how much is in there, even non autistic people feel overstimulated.

He's definitely a drugging yandere too. Forcing a pacifier into your mouth with chemicals designed to make you as sleepy as possible just so he can lay you in your crib without fussing. He hates having to do it, but he can't have his baby bird hurting themselves while trying to avoid bedtime!

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tuum [pt.4]

Ta-da, surprise

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"Can you say my name? Sii-mee." "Aah…hee" No, they weren't the right sounds. You tried again, moving your tongue better. You knew what you had to do, it was frustrating that your mouth wasn't cooperating. But better than not talking at all. "Mmh…meeeh…mmh…ah." "Too hard, right? Try Daddy. Daa…dee" “Gaah…aaa…ghee.” The angel laughed, finishing taping your diaper on the waist. "It's Daa…" "A-aah..Gah…gaa…." "…dee." "Aee…ghe-ee…"

Oh, how adorable you were, trying to talk and call him! Simeon leaned towards your tummy, kissing your exposed skin playfully. "Daddy's little lamb is so cute, it makes you want to eat them. Yum!" You trilled with happiness, squirming on the changing table and kicking your legs as he nibbled you. "Ga-ga!" From this position you managed to grab a lock of his hair but, instead of rising up, he pressed his face even more and blew a raspberry at you. The ticklish sensation made you laugh so hard that you let him go, waving your hands as you giggled. Once you had calmed down, the angel finished buttoning your onesie and then rested his chin on your now covered ribs. He was looking into your eyes with a smile, and a look so loving that it made you feeling butterflies in the stomach . "You're Daddy's whole world, you know that right, little lamb?" You smiled back at him, babbling behind your thumb.

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You were going to the park. You loved this time of the day, even if you would never admit it openly. Well, actually there was no need to admit it, Simmy saw your eyes light up every time he told you that you were going out for a walk. It was absolutely humiliating to be in the pram, but it was comfortable. When he laid you down on it, you immediately snuggled into the soft mat. You couldn't turn around, sure, the band held you in place on your back, but it felt good. And you even managed to enjoy the ride, looking at the landscape of the Celestial Realm with curious eyes, as long as the other angels kept their dammit hands off you. But you quickly discovered that it was enough to fuss a little, grabbing hands towards Simmy and, once in his arms, hide your face against his neck. You couldn't stop the comments about how precious and shy you were, but at least no pinches on your cheeks or tickles under your chin. Every now and then you received strokes on the back, which were acceptable. The important thing was not to meet Michael again. Once you arrived, you were taken down from the pram and placed gently on the ground. You started crawling around as usual, exploring. Every day you went to a different area, today you were near a small pond. You approached it, looking at the water, so crystal clear that you could count the pebbles on the bottom. You were a bit disappointed that there weren't any fish. And those pebbles were all shades of white and grey. You expected something more colourful. Honestly, it was a little boring. “What is it, my lamby?” Your angel knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Don't you want to play? Does it scare you?" He took one of your hands, slowly dipping it into the water. It was… it was… "Gam!" Simeon laughed. "Yes baby, the water is warm!" - how he managed to understand what you meant was a mystery. You dipped your other hand too. It felt so good, it made you want to take a bath.

As if reading your mind, Simmy kissed your head and asked, "What do you say, do we want to get these little feet wet too?" You looked at him in surprise before nodding vigorously, making him chuckle again. "Okay, come here then." He sat down in a more comfortable position on the ground and settled you better in his lap. He took off your socks and barely managed to roll your pants up above your knees as you started squirming excitedly. Your feet were bare, so they had to soak in the water now! There was no time for other frivolous things like a sock. "Easy, easy, baby, almost done. That's it." He let go of your legs and held you by the waist again as you squealed. You happily kicked your legs in the pond, even trying to stretch them out to catch a pebble with your toes. It was shallower than you had thought. Simeon rummaged through the diaper bag he always carried with him, taking something out and handing it to you. "Look here who wants to play in the water with you."

It was a little blue whale shaped toy that you absolutely loved playing with during bath time. You immersed it as he had taught you and when you took it out, you squeeze it, releasing a jet of water from its head. Like a real whale! Of course, you correct yourself, you didn't like the toy itself, only the way you could use to wet the angel. Now that was fun! You dipped it in the pond, moving it back and forth, because it's a whale and whales swim, they don't stay still. Then they come back up and let the water out! You continued like this two, three, five more times, maybe? It might have been even more, but that didn't matter now. Rather… what would happen if the whale went to the bottom? You held it up, looking at it for a moment. You dropped it, expecting to see it head towards the pebbles. Instead, it simply remained still, floating on the surface of the water.

That's right, you remembered, bath toys float. You were ashamed of your stupidity. Since when were you becoming… like this? Something wasn't good. “Hey, what made my little lamby so upset?” Simmy's sweet voice brought you back to reality. "Doesn't the whale swim anymore?" His hand wrapped around your smaller one, helping you hold onto the toy. “Here comes the whale down…” You both submerged it. "…and now go back up." He helped you get it out. "Then you know what it does? It spits out the water!". He gently squeezed your hand and whale, letting the jet out. Yes, you had seen it hundreds of times before. But it was always fun. You giggled. You continued to play with him, in your Daddy's lap as he helped you move the toy, your attention completely absorbed. At one point you felt his hand rub your hair, a little too hard. You complained, shaking your head and squirming a bit. He didn't know that- "Oh, don't they like when I do that?" You snapped your head up. That wasn't your angel's voice. That was Michael's. The only one you didn't want to see anymore.

You squealed, snuggling into Simmy's chest. You were still embarrassed from the last time he witnessed your diaper change. You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but at least let a little more time pass before you meet again, dammit! "Ahah, they prefer more when you stroke the hair like this." You felt another hand, this one more familiar and right in a certain way, gently runs through your locks and massage your scalp. Just the way you liked it. You curled up a little more. “…you used the angelic ability, didn’t you?” "Hmm, I don't understand what you mean." Simmy's tone didn't really seem… sincere. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, suddenly interested in the exchange. Angelic ability? "They are too calm, you are putting their minds at ease." Michael's wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement. “Only at the beginning. Then they all settled down on their own.” He must have noticed you looking at him, because he looked down at you. He nuzzled your nose with his, murmuring “I simply have the most perfect little lamb in the three realm, isn't it right, baby?" You hummed in agreement. If he said so, it was right.

"Well, then you'll have to explain to me how you did it." Michael crouched down towards him and lowered his voice. "I spoke to our Father. He accepted forgiveness." Arms tightened around your waist as the angel unconsciously pulled you closer. “R-really?” What? What is happening? "Yes. And this means that…" the eyes of the strongest fell on you, meeting your gaze for a moment before you hid your face "...we have to do it tonight." "B-but…" "Simeon. We cannot delay. And if anything were to happen while he is here, you- no, we could lose them both." Simmy let out a sigh before giving you a sad smil. That was all it took, along with Michael's serious tone, to scare you. You were involved in something but you didn't know in what. You started whining. "Hush, hush, it's alright." The hand stroked up and down your back, calming you a bit. You suddenly felt tired, barely realizing there was even a second hand, a touch so light on your head it was almost imperceptible. "Come to the Palace after dinner. I'll take care of it." And with that, Michael stood up. "I'm going now. Don't worry, everything will be fine." He ruffled his brother's hair before walking away, leaving the park. Meanwhile, you were already dozing with your head on Daddy's shoulder, one leg still in the water and the other halfway on his lap.

A good place to stay and nap.

Everything will be alright...

"And then he said to me for the angelic ability, uh?"

[vase-of-lilies]

❀ Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader (F) x Dark!Natasha Romanoff

❀ Warnings: Mentions of established kidnapping, faking of death, not much smut but small mentions of it, mentions of NON-CON and DUB-CON, MDLG, dark content that is not suitable for minors, forced age regression (if there are some that I missed, please let me know!!)

❀ A/N: Welcome back to the tiny verse everyone! This is the main story of how these other stories are slightly connected. This will be short and straight to the point so not really a story just some main points! This has spoilers to ALL of the fics mentioned! I recommend reading it in this order: Ours For The Taking, Their Little One, Mommy Knows Best, Into the Tiny-verse (this one:) ), His Sisters Keepers, And then any drabbles or stories after that:)

It was well-known information that Natasha could not have a baby. The horrors of the red room she had to endure were to blame. Wanda could, but she didn't want any children. All she wanted was to take care of someone. You. However, Bucky was a very overprotective brother and kept you away from the two women with everything he had. He thought they were dangerous.

During a mission, it was time for the two women to take you away from Bucky for good, making sure that you were truly theirs. And you were Theirs For The Taking. They made you feel so good, making sure you came with ease and teased you and touched you. You were afraid, and sadly you broke just as easily. They were grateful that all of those exhausting orgasms chased all the thoughts of escape out of your mind. Getting settled in with Nat and Wanda, they were discussing that they did want a child, and they knew that your inner child was just waiting to come out. It was something you missed out on after getting hurt with Steve and Bucky.

So, they forced their way into your mind to fish out what little girl they wanted to find. They made you Their Little One and kept you safe in the cabin that you all lived in, in the woods. When Bucky went to Wakanda to fight with Steve, Wanda, and Nat stayed behind with you, making sure you were taken care of. Wanda, being your main source of milk and more Mommy!dom type care, was your "Mommy" and Nat was your "Mama."

Something the three of you figured out was that really only three words pushed you to your tipping point; your Tiny Space. And those three words? Mommy Knows Best. Tiny space is where you have become completely dependent on your mommies. Needing to be carried everywhere, they trained you to put you in diapers when you are in that space, they even make sure that you have all your stuffies in your crib with you at a time. They truly love you and you love them. But now all that's left is making sure the team falls in love with little you, making sure that they love you like your mommies do.

Showing Bucky the real you... That was their biggest fear, showing you to Bucky after they faked your death and took you to make you their own. He knew something and thinks he knows His Sisters Keepers. Now living in their cabin they made just for you, they went to work, you stayed home and colored, played with your stuffies, and napped while they were gone. They would call you, make sure you were okay, and once they were back home it was snuggle time! This was your favorite time of day because this was when you were able to fall asleep the most comfortably.

After drinking some of your mommy Wanda's milk from your favorite pink baby bottle, you were out like a light holding onto Nat's hand. When Nat needs to go get your diaper changed, she brings your toy lion to you, helping you snuggle with it while she pulls your footie pajamas over your diaper-clad bottom. Still slightly asleep from the sedative they put in the bottle with your milk, little whines pour from your mouth. Wanda is quick to soothe you as she carries you with her to her bedroom, laying you down on her bed as she starts to get ready for bed as well.

All this time, they just needed someone to take care of, love, and adore. They were so damn lucky to have found you, and they wouldn't know what to do without you. But they don't have to find out any time soon. And you won't ever find out what it's like to live without them either.

[littlelambscandyland]

A New Perspective

Yandere Platonic Sakamaki Brothers x Reader

Warnings- (Forced) Age Regression, Drugging, Yui Kimori slander (sorta), Opened ending

Why else would they stare like that? You thought you knew. They hated you, right? It’d been months and all they ever do is stare. Unlike Yui, they never touched you. Not a single finger, but they glared, stared right into your soul. 

You tried your best to protect your foster sister. It never worked well. The two of you had never been close, and the recent situation only strained your relationship more. Yui partially blamed you for her injuries caused by the brothers. She would get angry they only attacked her. You were tired. Despite being a few months younger than her you were always left being responsible. You were always made to be the “bigger person”. This didn’t change when the two of you arrived at the mansion. With Yui being the one drained, you often did any and all the chores that she needed to take care of in order to lessen her burden.

Today the eight of you sat in the limo on the way back to school. Your notebook laid on your lap as you wrote down the list of chores you had to complete today. As usual there were several sets of eyes on you. Despite Laito’s and Ayato’s harassment of Yui they too stole looks at you as you worked. Noticing that you had several tasks in the kitchen you added making today's dessert to your list. Knowing it’s supposed to be Yui’s job today and that she would most likely be unable to do it. You were certain that the household knew you were the one performing her chores; you felt no shame in inquiring out loud.

“Kasutera, mitarashi dangos, strawberry shortcake, or all three? I have extra time so I can make it all but what do you all think? Or is there something else you’d prefer?” You look up and around the limo innocently.

You look over as Subaru scoffs. Reiji however is the one who answers you with a simple statement. “It isn’t your turn to cook today.”

You furrow your brows in confusion and laugh. “I know,” You say, smiling kindly. “I normally cook on Yui’s days… I thought you knew that, heh.” Embarrassment causing you to look down.

You were met with more stares.

“Are you kidding?” Ayato asks, looking angrily over to Yui.

“I really don’t mind like I said I have plenty of extra time. Heh heh…” You say, once again trying to save her from any wrath. Your anxiety leaking through your tone.

Once again scoffing, Subaru curses under his breath. Shu shakes his head with an annoyed look. Kanato holds his bear tighter and stares at you. Laito’s smile looks strained and his eyes hold a darker look. Reiji fixes his glasses with a sigh. The car stops soon after a while with the awkward unloading of the car. 

You got started on all your chores. Spending your evening working. Letting your mind wander as you cleaned and cooked.

Everyday wore you down a bit more. You were by no means built for this. When you weren’t having to care for Yui, your friends would describe you as a childish character with a much too kind heart. You were always so stressed and the few times you weren’t the real you shined like a star. All of this responsibility of a girl older than you had you missing your childhood. A childhood you never really got when you had to act like an adult for so long.

You were surprised seeing all the drinks and sides set neatly on the table. Reiji unsurprisingly sitting waiting at the table as well, clearly the one who set the table. Putting food on the table you thanked Reiji for his help, but focused on bringing in the food. He watched you closely yet quietly while you finished your task.

Dinner and dessert passed without incident. Despite this you noticed the men looking over at you more often. You also noticed as you stood at the sink that the world around you seemed to move without you. Your stomach churned from the unpredictable motion. You leaned on the counter, stopping your final chore, to catch your breath. Your hold being too weak you end up on the floor along with a few plates. 

(PART TWO Here)

[daddyslittleplaything420]

why am I suddenly obsessed with the thought of someone " forcing " me to regress to a little baby?!?!?

[impish-baby]

Aaahshsn hii.,. Kinda nervous sendin in an ask for the first time, but do ya think you could write somethin with yandere younger sibling(s) & a shy/nervous older sibling reader? (Agere) I dunno if you've done anythin like this before so I'm sorry if ya have.,, I love your writin a lot though and I would be real grateful if ya even just read this 🫶

I read this as older sib being shy/embarrassed about regressing.. apologies if you wanted something else!

The last thing you wanted to see after coming home from school was that your little brother had gone through your room, least of all what he got his grubby little mitts on.

Neatly laid out on your bed is all the gear you had hidden away in the bottom of your dresser, including your pacifier.

Mortified doesn't even begin to describe how you feel.

"How was class?" Carter swivels nonchalantly in your desk chair, a smug look on his face. "That professor an ass like usual?"

You can't even scold the younger boy for his language, too focused on thinking about how you're going to explain yourself in a way that's believable.

"Are you done gaping like a fish?" He gets up, waving a hand in front of your face with a pout. "You know, I should really tell mom you've been lying, I'm willing to hear you out first though."

Lying?

"You haven't been honest with any of us," Carter crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. "A lie by ommission is still a lie, that's bad, you know? But I'm such a kind little brother that I haven't tattled yet, you have a chance to tell the truth."

The explanation you try to give is clumsy, babbling on that the items actually belong to a friend, that you're just holding onto them-

"Yeah, right." The boy scoffs, rolling his eyes. "I'm not stupid, you don't even have that many friends to begin with." Always a brat, huh? "Come on, why won't you just admit it? I'm not making fun of you, I just want to know what's going on with my big sibling."

It's embarrassing, humiliating. You wouldn't have come home if you knew that you'd be confronted like this, a nice ditch would look pretty comfortable right now.

You eventually get the words out, your cheeks sweltering as you tell him that it's just a dumb thing you do sometimes to help with stress.

"Oh, I know what it is." He hums, a smirk settling on his lips. "I just wanted to hear you say it." Carter grasps your hand, pulling you over to sit with him on the bed. "Why are your things so boring though? Our baby stuff was always cute.."

Strangling him isn't out of the question yet, or you could smother him in his sleep with a pillow.

"Dad will buy you whatever you want, I don't get why you're so cagey-" Carter grunts when you snatch the paci he had picked up out of his hands, looking highly offended. "Rude, I'm just saying you're making this into a bigger deal than it is. Nothing should be worth lying to us over."

You sigh, leaning back against the pillows, which is apparently an invitation to cuddle. He curls up against your side, arms wrapping around you like a vice. "I'm serious.. no one is gonna judge, we just want to make sure you're taken care of."

There's something weird in his voice when he says that, but like everything else apparently you must be overthinking it.

"Please, bubs? I love you, I want to spend time together even if you're little. I can be a good big bro, I'll prove it!"

[smallbutnotmighty]

Dear Santa

Thinking about the mean girl bullies dragging me to the mall, forcing me to see Santa and sit on his knee and ask for ‘boobies’ for Christmas.

Teasing me saying if I’m a very good girl, I may just get what I asked for this year.

At their Christmas party, they get me a gift. I  open it and it’s a padded gel bra. They all laugh.

‘You were a good girl, so you can pretend to be our big girl occasionally, but only with our supervision.’

They make me put on it and do a fake runway for them. A paper Christmas hat is put on my head. It has handwritten, ‘Look at my big girl boobies!’ They all clap and cheer.

Then one of them says somethings not right. They take my bra off and cut nipple holes in it.

‘I just miss seeing them that’s all, and this way we can keep an eye on them. Pinch them if she’s naughty or tickle them if she’s good. It’s the perfect solution. She can practice being a big girl, but with conditions’.

I stand there all night in my new bra and nipples showing.

(18+ Characters)

[dark-side-blog3]

Me: kicking and scratching and biting and yelling as I tell the yandere who drugged or kidnap me to keep me as their “little one” that they’re a psychopath and need to let me go

Yandere: awww! are we having some BIG feelings today, kiddo? 🥺 that’s okay, you cry it out and then we can talk when you calm down! 😌 I’ll get you a sippy to hydrate after all those tears, and we’ll see if you can use your big kid words to tell me what’s up! ☺️

I’d tell them I’m going to strangle them and I only get put in time out or scolded for it…. Infuriating. Imagine putting up a fight for your kidnapper and hearing them laughing on the phone with a friend later about how you’re such a feisty little one and say the cutest things when you’re grumpy. Even if you “misbehave” enough to get spanked or get your knuckles rapped with a ruler, it’s just humiliating to only be seen as a child for all your rebellion!

You bite too much and they just buckle a pacifier gag to your head, or, if you're really a problem when it comes to biting, you get dragged to the special dentist that removes your front "baby" teeth. You get a visit from the tooth fairy after for a few coins you can spend on candy or cheap toys.

It's hard to take your tantrums seriously though. You're just a little one, you don't know how to control your emotions yet, and it's adorable you get so worked up over bedtimes and getting dressed. But, as cute as you are, they've got to teach you manners! They'd be remiss if they let you act however you wanted, and then as a real grownup you got in trouble all the time. Hitting people and trying to strangle them in the real world will get your butt in a prison cell! You wouldn't last in prison! You'd get killed! At home with them, it's just a little timeout and a scolding. Maybe a spanking if you tried to stab them with your toothbrush. Or managed to escape for a bit.

[helpfandom]

Batwheels! Music Meister and Toyman Teamup

thank you @artisticdoofusxx for enabling me!

Also, @littlelambscandyland made me think of this and inspired this with several of their fics! Thank you for writing!

The forced age regression age is 5-7, although I try to ambiguous.

This will be HCs and a little scenario testing out a new concept that I've been interested in. Forced age regression // age regression.

These two... are actually more compatible than one might think.

While they both have different themes and motifs, they bounce off of each other very well, with Music Meister being impulsive, just like Toyman, and while they both have a mixed opinion on which thing you should go into, (music or creation), they both agree that you're just too sweet, and they need to show you the ways of the world.

They likely started to team up together because they both saw the other following you, with Toyman far more focused on this new person and this threat to your attachment to him, whereas Music Meister saw Toyman as more of a problem, a tiny one since he knew you would always be attached to him like he was with you, but still, a problem.

Then, when they confronted the other, They both saw a good opportunity, and they surprisingly worked well together, agreeing on certain things like your protection, and thus they teamed up.

It was turbulent for a while, Music Meister being upset with Toyman manipulating his toys just so he can see you at all hours of the day (with respect to your privacy - if stalking has that.) But he relents and gives Toyman the benefit of the doubt, although he still has trust in your neverending friendship with them, he understands and ends up watching over you far more than he would normally due to this new access to you.

They created a system, Music Meister would stick with you while Toyman attempts getting the do-over remote again, or Toyman would stick with you while Music Meister tries robbing Gotham bank. Of course, any time given to you without them was because they were scheming and preparing your new home, a feed from Toyman's camera on his remote control marauders up upon the screen Toyman has.

They work together, Music Meister insisting on having a few toys that play music, repurposing Toyman's dance belt to simply only play music when you put on, rather than forcing you to do anything you don't want to do. Poor Robert Robin has to deal with the brunt of the toys that Toyman creates, often having to deal with the restraints unwillingly, since they need someone to test it, and it might hurt you if they have you try on the various things they have set out to entice you into their care. The dance belt, for one, for two, the speaker system in your room doubling as a camera isn't able to really be tested beyond Music Meister watching the feed as Toyman creates toys in your room.

Beyond this though, they create a terrible duo for you, because they can always be whatever you need them to be. Want to play with dolls? Crazy how Toyman created dolls that look like your daddies and you so you can play with them! Want to sing or hum while cleaning? Music Meister is right there with you, singing along despite his failing knowledge of those songs. Until he asks Toyman for the songs you frequent, Toyman watches everything, Music Meister just trusts that you will do the right thing.

Music Meister stocks up on everything music related, Toyman creates a seemingly endless amount of toys catered to your preferences, they work together to watch you living your life. Music Meister teaches Toyman to trust you, waltzing into your apartment (Remember, he breaks in often) and dropping off some belongings of his, telling Toyman to watch the feed and see how you react. Toyman teaches Music Meister to be sneakier, sometimes singing at night is a dead giveaway that he's in your apartment and about to drag you along on some adventure.

Besides Toyman's new appreciation for rhythm games, a natural occurrence of each of their talents, and Music Meister's new appreciation for this insight into you, they each have different parenting styles. Toyman wants to spoil you and let you play with toys all the time, Music Meister wants you to hang around them and see them perform their villainous deeds in hopes this younger you will want to join in.

While Music Meister wants you to join in, Toyman holds him back, rationalizing that a little itty bitty kid like you couldn't handle Gotham like they would, which is why they need this room in Toyman's adopted hideout to be yours. You need protection, and they're going to give it to you, even if you don't want it.

Toyman's base of operations has his usual arcade games, workshop, your room, and then Music Meister's area where he has impromptu moved in, Voice Box staying outside as it wouldn't fit, but at least covering up Toyman's symbol on the door. Music Meister can't help the smugness when he realizes that he is closest to your room in terms of running to your side when you cry, scared of all this new information, and how Music Meister can get to you faster than Toyman can. But Toyman always has his cameras watching, Music Meister

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A cream coloring on the walls, with little pastels on the edges featuring the toys you saw ever so frequently darting around your home and music notes you've come to despise. The heavy blanket covering you didn't help stop the suffocating feeling that had arisen when you awoke. It's unfortunate you slightly recognize the layout of the space, having been here before.

Toyman had recently dragged you to his lair, insisting that he needed your help with his latest idea and half baked scheme, and while you were bored and looking around, came upon this room, although not fully furnished with such childish looking furniture, like a plastic table with paper and coloring pencils, or an excessive amount of singing toys, pianos, xylophones, anything that could make music without posing a way of harming you. It's honestly disturbing how childlike it looks. It hadn't looked that way he had dragged you, more so had the tons of toys and musical pieces, but not the bed with a baby gate propped up on it, or a dresser with little notes and treble clefts painted on it.

Pushing the heavy blanket off of you, accidentally hitting the baby gate causing it to clatter onto the ground, you cringe as you hear two different footsteps running up to where you are.

"Oh! You're awake!" Toyman notes, picking you up and spinning you around. Music Meister, however stops him from spinning and takes you out of his arms, holding you instead. "My, our little star is awake! Good morning!" He sings out, vibrato popping out with the last part of his sentence. "Indeed, they are!" Toyman says, practically jumping with energy, "Do you like your new room? I know it's the not the style you used to have, but it combines the styles of your papas!" He swirls around, gesturing to everything and anything.

Your face contorts to a confused look, eyebrows scrunched up in that little way you do when you don't understand. Toyman squeals and grabs at your face. "Well, little star, you're just to precious for the rest of Gotham, we need to keep our little star safe from everyone who might hurt you!" Music Meister can feel your heartbeat increase, and begins humming a lullaby, rocking you back and forth. "Don't worry star, we've got you. We know it's scary to be in a new place, but your daddies are here!"

[sweetfire01]

y’know the little thing about howl having a cold like the little book snippet,,,,

If that’s how dramatic Daddy!howl is about a cold? What happens if I get a cold?

Is he vain enough to stay away, and I can escape?! Or is he just mean and makes me take cough medicine and rest :(

I could totally escape while sick!

-Sleepy anon 🫶

Hii sleepy!

He will obv be a meanie and makes you take medicines. >:(

At least they won't taste that bad. He knows a lot of potions, so he must know a medicine that isn't so yucky.

And no, he doesn't want to be sick, but what kind of Daddy will he be if he ignores his sick little dove? That can't happen. He will wear a mask, he will always wash his hands, but he will take care of you one way or another.

He keeps you in bed the whole time so you can rest, but it will be absolutely disturbing when you open your eyes and decide to go downstairs to drink some water, only to find him already next to you with a glass in his hand without you had the chance to put one foot out of the blankets. Do you start to wake up because your nose is stuffy and you can't breathe well? You immediately feel a tissue on your nose. You're alone in the room and your stomach just growled? The noise is covered by the sound of the door opening because Howl is bringing you something to eat. He knows what you need and when. Are you sure you can escape from him?

And if he hasn't done it before, this will be the time he puts you in diapers, so you don't have to get up to go to the toilet. Try to complain because you don't need it, you can at least get up and go to the toilet, he will just press on your bladder until you piss yourself. You can't fight him with how weak you are. But it wasn't that bad, was it? And with a clean diaper, it will be even better. There's no need to get upset, after all he's already done it before while you were sleeping. Yup, you wet yourself earlier in your sleep.

Whether he's lying or not, you can't know.

[spookybabyraven]

Aww little baby is already wet 🥺

A reminder you're so good. You are valid and wonderful and remember that. You are stronger than your out-of-it's 💕

Too bad your bladder isn't that strong though..who's the baby with the dummy bladder 🥺 is it you?? 🥺🍼💗

Please don't get out of diapers ever, you need them.

Only a little tho! I'm not that much of baby (yet)

Thank you for the nice words, I'm very surprised at how nice everyone seems to be here, I kinda always assumed I was just getting the far and few between nice posts on my recommended, but so far litterally everyone has been wonderful.

Also, I'll have you know my bladder is very grown up and strong, it's just so happens I don't use it very much, or at all anymore. But I could definitely hold it if I wanted to I promise!

[daddyslittleplaything420]

Im peeing my diaper!!!!!!!