#forced age regression

[mossangelll]

yandere!viktor x reader

machine herald controlling you you to the point of infantilisation⁉️

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

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

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

What a sick fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And sleep you do.

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[pineconepie]

Here's the yanmom drider from a poll I did a while ago!

CHARACTERS: Anevra, Reader/You

WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere, forced infantilization, baby-talk, animal death (hunting), abduction, semi-obedient reader, non-sexual nudity, bathing, escape attempt

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

Your torch flickers weakly, squinting through the darkness and the rain, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It's hard to see anything when you can't even see the sky.

You knew it was a bad idea to be exploring in these dark hours, but you needed to try and find shelter before night fell for real.

Your eyes finally pick out what looks like the entrance to some kind of cave.

Well, not like it's ideal, but at least you won't have to worry about getting any wetter, right? Besides, maybe the storm will calm down, and you'll be able to get home soon.

It's a spacious cave, and all you can hope is there isn't anything horrific to greet you inside. Your boots squeak against the rock floor as you walk carefully deeper in. It's pretty cold in here, though at least it's much drier than outside.

Maybe you can just build yourself a fire and hunker down.

You take out supplies from your backpack and set them on the floor, lying down on a blanket as a makeshift mattress.

Then you take a long drink from your canteen, wiping some of the moisture away from your face with the edge of your sleeve.

Using the little fire left from your torch, you lift it to take in your surroundings more better. There's a lot of large cobwebs stretching throughout the cave... but you know most spiders are generally peaceful creatures, right? As long as you don't provoke one... You look down at your own hands and realize how badly they're shivering.

As you rummage through your backpack to find something else to help warm you up, you hear a skittering noise. But it has to just be the echo of your own movement off the walls, right?

Something is thrown in your general direction, making you yelp. It's the carcass of a dead animal, but you don't get time to analyze what it is, because now you're terrified about who just threw that... or rather, what threw that.

The skittering noise again. And this time, it doesn't sound like an echo at all. Rather, you're almost completely positive it's coming from somewhere in this cave.

Then you see her.

At first, she just happens to look like an extremely tall woman, one with short light brown hair and blue eyes.

But then you see her multitude of legs and realize why this cavern looks so huge.

She looks just as shocked as you probably do. Then she brings her hands to her mouth. "A human!" Her voice sounds surprised, but happy. She almost lunges forward towards you, crawling on several of her long spindly spider legs. She looms over you, examining you. The size comparison between you both makes her seem at least three times taller than you.

You stay frozen in place, staring back at her. This can't be real... You're just exhausted and dehydrated and need some sleep. But that can't happen if your body refuses to allow you to close your eyes for a minute, too paralyzed by fear.

"I cannot believe my luck! After centuries, here I was thinking that I'd never have children to dote upon!" She places her hand to the side of your face. "What a blessing you are!"

Despite everything, your curiosity wins out over your caution. "Why... umm... why aren't you trying to eat me?" You hope that doesn't put ideas into her head.

She looks absolutely appalled. "Why would I ever think about doing such a thing?"

"Well..." You motion towards her extra eight legs and to the dead animal carcass still laying on the cavern floor. "Don't driders eat humans?"

"A lot of them do," she admits, "but not me! I've always adored humans! You all are just so small and cute!" She gently strokes one finger against your cheek. "Look at you! You're so small!" She suddenly stops and pulls away. "Where are my manners? My name is Anevra. Oh! But I suppose humans don't call their mothers by their name typically." She smiles warmly at you. "So how does Mama sound?"

This is ridiculous, you decide. This has to be some kind of twisted dream that your sleeping mind created. Your brain must just love seeing how much it can torment you, even if you aren't conscious.

"Mama?" you echo, feeling unsure of what else you should say.

"It rolls off your tongue nicely." Anevra's voice is smooth and warm, as is the expression on her face.

With how big she is compared to you, you can't tell if she genuinely thinks you're a child or not, but you don't really want to stick around long enough to find out.

The longer she looks at you expectantly, the more pressured you feel to do or say something, anything. Perhaps if you go along with what ever this is, you can find a way to escape, since you have an idea she won't let you leave willingly.

She leans in close, her face only inches away from your own, so close that you can see her eyelashes. "I bet you were scared, all alone outside by yourself in the rain. Don't worry, sweetling, Mama's got you now." She lifts you off the cave floor as easily as picking up a feather, then sets you into the crook of one of her arms. "It'll be okay now," she whispers.

Her extra legs guide your arms around her neck. When she's satisfied that you won't fall, she crawls back into the darkness of the cavern, where there are more cobwebs.

"I know that when I was younger I'd get comfort out of cuddling," she comments softly. "Are human children similar?"

"...miss, I am not a child," you finally say.

Anevra laughs, a soft sound echoing against the walls. "What a funny little thing you are!" She rubs her large hand over your head. "Of course you are. Why else are you so little compared to me, hmm?"

"Because I'm a human, not a drider!" You wiggle against her grasp, which just seems to make her grip harder onto you. Her strong embrace feels like it could snap your bones if she pressed any tighter.

"You are definitely my baby," she continues. "You don't have to be so shy about it."

With nothing else you can do, you decide to try and go along with her delusions. Maybe once she gets comfortable with you, she'll let her guard down, and then you can make a run for it.

It doesn't take very long for you both to reach a chamber deep inside the cavern system, but you weren't really sure how to keep track of time when all you could see were shadows and webs.

There are more spider-like aspects to her dwelling than before, with thick webs covering parts of the walls and ceilings, acting almost like decoration.

"Do humans normally shiver so much?" she murmurs, almost to herself.

You look down at yourself, just now realizing how you can barely keep your body still.

Whether it's from fear or coldness, you can't tell, though. It was colder deeper within the cave system, so that could definitely be a factor. Plus, now that the shock from meeting Anevra is starting to wear off, the chill is sinking in.

"Cold," you reply through chattering teeth.

"You poor thing." She brushes her knuckles against your face. "Let me wrap you up in a cocoon."

Before you can protest, you feel webbing wrap around you as tightly as a blanket. She holds you close to her chest like a precious gemstone. You can hear her heartbeat against your ear. Your struggles just cause you to get wrapped up even further. And she's looking at you with such maternal adoration. How could someone so dangerous seem so sincere?

But eventually you get exhausted from trying to fight, and she hums pleasantly in satisfaction.

"Hush, my little one." She presses a kiss to your forehead. "Now that I have you safely wrapped, you can rest your weary head against me all you'd like." She traces her clawed finger across your cheekbone.

...

When you wake up, everything is quiet, save for the distant sounds of wind howling and rain pouring down into the cavern.

As soon as you can get away from Anevra, the better.

However, when you squirm, you realize you're still wrapped in webbing. Then you start to struggle.

You hear a familiar skittering sound. It echoes off the walls until Anevra shows herself. She tilts her head at you. "Good morning, little one!" she greets enthusiastically. "What are you doing?"

"Can I come out now? I'm no longer cold or tired," you inform her.

"No! Not yet!" she insists. "I still want to hold you!"

How frustrating. But maybe there's something you could try to convince her. If it doesn't work, hopefully she won't react violently towards you.

"I wouldn't be going anywhere else," you promise. "I just wanted to... uhh..." It feels silly to say this next part, but it might just work. "...be able to hug you with my own arms," you finish quietly.

Luckily for you, Anevra reacts exactly as you hoped she would. She covers her mouth with her hands, eyes practically sparkling as she squeals with delight.

"Oh, you're such a darling little thing, you know that? You're simply too precious for this world."

She unravels you from the cocoon with great care, as if you'd break at any second.

But once you're free from the webbing, you try to jump down, only to be pulled into another embrace by her. Though it's less constraining than the webbing was. Still, it doesn't change the fact you're being held against your will by a drider.

You reluctantly wrap your arms around her midsection. You hope that you're being convincing, because all you want to do is get out of here.

She pets the top of your head. "Aren't you just the sweetest baby? Hmm? Mama loves you so, so, so much!" She punctuates each word with a kiss on your forehead.

Now that you think about it, maybe you'll have to plan this more well. After all, you don't know the layout of the big cave well at all, not to mention how dark it is and the fact she is probably fifty times more strong and fast than you are.

Perhaps if you spend some time getting used to the layout of the cave, you'll be more prepared to make your escape.

For now, all you can do is play along. You let her dote and coddle, as annoying as it is, because hopefully in the end, your efforts will prove to be worthwhile.

Anevra sets you on the ground for a minute while she scours the cave, muttering things to herself under her breath.

"What are you doing?" you ask after a little while.

She turns her attention back to you. "Oh, I'm sorry! Here I am ignoring you!" She shakes her head. "Mama is just a bit distracted, that's all. I'm trying to find suitable food for a human. And after that, I'll bathe you by the hot spring. Does that sound okay, sweetling?"

"Hot spring?" you repeat, confused. "There's a hot spring here?"

"Yes," she answers happily. "This cave is much bigger than it looks."

She starts a small fire nearby using logs and sticks, presumably collected from the outside, then places a flat rock on top.

You can hear your stomach grumble as she cooks a slab of something, though you're not quite sure what kind it is. It's still so hard to see in this dim lighting.

Once it's finished cooking, Anevra leans over to you, holding the meat up to your face.

"Can you feed yourself?" she asks gently. "Or do you need Mama to do it for you?"

"I can do it myself." As embarrassing as it is, you don't think you could bare her feeding you like a helpless infant. So you gingerly take the food from her claws and begin to eat. It tastes surprisingly good, but maybe your hunger is causing your tastebuds to favor everything edible. Either way, you're thankful to fill your aching stomach. Despite everything, Anevra's warm smile feels genuine.

After you both finish eating, she offers her hand to help you stand up, which you cautiously accept.

You walk down several long passageways, illuminated by the light of a lantern, until you reach the hot springs. There are steam clouds floating around the water and in the air, making everything moist.

She hums as she begins undressing you. For a moment, you're freezing again, but she grabs you from under your armpits and places you into the hot spring. The warmth hits your bones like an electric shock, and you melt against the rocks.

"Good baby," Anevra murmurs to you.

As she begins washing you, your mind goes numb for a moment. But you're startled back into focus once her fingers comb through your hair and scratch against your scalp.

"So tiny," she marvels aloud, "so small. Fragile and cute." She plants a kiss to your temple. "All mine."

Your body feels numb and limp from the warmth, despite the weirdness of the situation. The water smells faintly of lavender. Your eyes flutter shut, and for a blissful moment, you're asleep and peaceful.

Nothing exists, nothing worries you, and nothing bothers you. Just the sensation of weightlessness, like you're floating in a cloud.

Suddenly, you jolt back awake as you feel Anevra pulling you out of the water. She dries you off with a cloth, then grabs a shirt and shorts. They look handmade, though they're pretty big, enough to hang loosely around your frame.

The two of you settle into silence as she guides you back into the depths of the cavern.

...

Each day begins roughly the same. You wake up, have breakfast, try to get familiar with the layout of the cave, have dinner, and bathe in the hot spring.

Anevra is always watching, her gaze hovering over you, protective yet possessive. Even so, you try your hardest to keep your emotions neutral. You can't risk showing how upset and uncomfortable you are by her behavior.

Your opportunity comes to you one night, as she's sleeping. Most of her legs stretch out, and you lay carefully in the crook of one of her arms. When you sense that her breathing has become steady, you wiggle away slowly.

However, once you free yourself, you see that Anevra hasn't moved at all, still deeply asleep.

Good.

You creep as silently as possible to the entrance of the cavern system. Luckily for you, the sunlight shines down into the opening. Makes sense it'd be daytime, she must be nocturnal.

Everything's fine.

Until it isn't. And that happens the second you step outside and realize you have no idea where the fuck you are. The landscape around you is barren and unfamiliar, and you don't recognize any landmarks. At this point, it seems like your best option would be to retrace your steps, or at least attempt to, before you ended up lost in this place.

You're walking for about half a mile when you finally turn around.

And instantly regret doing so.

There stands Anevra. She's smiling, but you can feel the malice radiating off of her. Her face is eerily blank of expression, aside from the grin plastered on her face, unnaturally wide and bright. As though she were forcing herself to remain cheerful for you.

"Aren't we silly today?" she asks. "Going on an adventure, are we?" Her tone is calm, but you sense danger lurking behind her words.

She doesn't give you a chance to reply before lifting you off the ground and carrying you back inside.

"I'm so very disappointed in you," she says, wrapping you in a layer of thick webbing. "Mama told you many times never to leave the cave, especially by yourself. You disobeyed me." With every word, the webbing grows tighter. "It looks like you need to truly learn how to depend on me before I can trust you again." She cradles your cocooned self like a swaddled infant.

"Please! Let me go!" you exclaim. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

Anevra clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "You didn't listen, sweetling. Mama's not angry, though. You just need to learn how much you need me."

[impish-baby]

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

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

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

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

[wetbatinthenight]

Theoretically, can the reader escape, how will they be found, and what will be the consequences?

great ask! super interesting!

the answer is no. the truth is, is that for most of your life you have been molded to see that most of these behaviors are normal and that your parents have a certain amount of control. you have sort of a different threshold for all these types of behaviors and treatment compared to a normal and average peer of yours. there may be a time when it never even crosses your mind as a possibility. maybe during an argument or when you are sulking “I wish I could just leave…” but it never really seems like an actually possibility to you.

I can imagine if you wanted to go to college or bring up the idea of leaving their sides, this is a red flag ti them and they will handle this swiftly with whatever methods they see fit.

theoretically….

If they were to try to leave, it would not go well. Your parents are a mess and are having a crisis. They thought they had this under control and grossly underestimated what this would all be like. Chances are they might pull you out of school or find a method to keep your home all the time. They will pull drastic measures.

There is a chance they get physical, but you aren’t aware or remember. Dad is a pretty well oiled machine by now about how to take care of people. Maybe you wake up and your parents explain you were in an accident and now you need some time to heal. They set up a nice place in the basement just for you! you get the whole level to yourself! isn’t that nice :)

In reality, you wouldn’t be able to escape. say hell to the trackers on your phone, sedative in foods and drinks, and baby monitor in your room? two out of three of these behaviors you know about, and have been convinced it’s about keeping you safe. of course as you get older, it kind of makes you feel a bit uncomfortable and maybe a bit lame (good luck trying to convince your parents to replace the monitor with something else).

your parents from the beginning, when you were born, try to kind of push and keeping you in this perpetual state of childhood. it isn’t until further in your life that you want to be more independent, which takes a lot of courage from you. you feel very proud of yourself.

[thecloudsaremyhome]

☆Platonic yandere survivors x reader☆

Headcanons

One day you are living a Normal pre adult life in your crappy apartment attending university the next well your in a apocalyptic world filled with blood thirsty creatures ready to tear you apart at any second amd turn you into one of them. Great am I right?

Well here you are now surging on your own in zombie infested city of yours. With barely enough food to make it by the week tou decide to finally leave your apartment for to go searching desperately for some source of food or water.

This hasn’t been the first time you’ve done this nor would it be the last. So you made your way out of your apartment complex and into the decaying city of death.

But of course things always don’t go your way as you make your way out of the destroyed grosherie store back towards your apartment you accidentally run in a hoard of zombies and you really thought that that was it.

This was your end until you hear shots ring out and the decaying horde collapses on the floor this causes you to widen your eyes in pure suprises.

You then hear heavy footsteps walking towards you and your met with the face of two clearly tall men carrying shotguns and other equipment.

This of course unnerves you because you barely ran into other survivors, and non of them would spear you the time of day to focused on theirselves and surviving to bother to help you.

So it’s a suprise to you that these men would bother helping you then saving themselves. You don’t notice that one of the more taller man was cradling your face until you felt the warmth emitting from his hands this of course causes you to flinch back from the contact.

The causes the man to furrow his brows in disappointment before standing up. Then they start to converse with you telling you their names.

Zanorch, and Adrian. You of course then hesitantly tell them your name, still tense and uneasy around them.

They offer to take you back to their place, but you swiftly decline stating you’ll be better off on your own not wanting the interaction to contiue any more longer you walk away before they could get another word in.

You expected that this would be your one and only jnteraction between the two but you were dearly mistaken.

As the weeks contiue on they keep on showing up every time you make an outing to grab supplies. And it annoyed you to no end. They wouldnt leave you alone even with your constant protests.

They would just follow you and try to converse with you as if the apocalypse isant going on. And their constant coddling was getting very annoying very fast.

But one day it wasn’t the same when you went to do your ussal outing they weren’t there which was strange but you didn’t think anything of it at first. Then as you were walking back to your apartment you felt a presence behind you but before you could react you feel a cloth on your face. This causes you to struggle against the intruder, but they only coo at you until you eventually pass out in their arms.

The next time you wake up you notice you’re not in your normal clothes but a swaddle!? What the fuck! And you’re in a crib! Where the hell are you but before you could process what’s going on your then picked up by Adrian as he forces a boddle in your mouth which of course you struggle against. Which causes him to coo at you and gently rock you. Which unfortunately you give in a drink the bottle reluctantly. You haven’t had milk in a long time and this is especially sweet. You finish the full thing much to your disappointment before yawing as you start to drift off but not before hearing Adrian say

“It’s okay baby just go to sleep your dada’s will be here when you wake up!”

Authors note: I’m defiantly going to make this a oneshot buttt meet my two new ocs! If you have questions about them let me know!

[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?

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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

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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!

[jokingmisfit]

Headache

Cg!Yandere!Hannigram x Little!Fem!Reader

Notes- This was supposed to be a scene in part two for "Their Little Girl" but it turned into something more self indulgent while I was sick a while ago. I didn't plan on posting it I was just going to separate it from the part two and move on, but I like it enough to post it so.

Warnings- Implied Kidnapping, Drugging, Forced Age Regression, Honorifics(daddy and papa)

You could feel your head pounding thickly. You felt overly warm pressed against your "daddy's" body. He decided to stay in your very large bed last night since your "papa" was going out to "hunt". Perhaps it was Will's own fear of being alone for too long, or perhaps he really was deluded enough to think you were going to be scared with the so-called "protector" gone.

As much as you want to push the man away you've been here long enough to know better. You just wish they'd stop with the dosing or at least lower it a bit so you weren't waking up in so much pain. Of course there were days they'd skip it, but the majority of the time there was something foreign in your system. You wonder if they'd ever stop.

You got a bit caught up in your thoughts and decided to pull away from them to stop the tears from rolling faster down your face. Wiping them away as calmly as you could.

"What happened, baby?" You startle at Will's raspy morning voice.

You look up with wide eyes, and you didn't want to tell him the truth knowing what it could cause. You sniffle down the fear and focus on the physical as the man rubs your back softly.

"Mmm head hurts..." You whisper, but it comes out squeaky.

His hand moves to your forehead. "You don't feel warm..." A look crosses his face as he stirs into a sitting position. "Wait here for me to get back, okay?"

You nod softly and watch as he walks out of the room. You probably couldn't walk even if you wanted with the pounding in your head, but that's what they like isn't it, you being helpless?

You wait for a few minutes that feel like hours. You listen as Will comes back to the room, this time with Hannibal in tow. Both look at your frame laying in the plush pink bed. Your head stays smashed into the pillow only slightly able to look at the two.

Hannibal meets you on your side while Will slots in back next to you. You tap his thigh lightly as a sign of acknowledgement when he settles, sitting next to you. Hannibal's hands feel cool and soft against your skin. He pulls your hair from your face and your eye that's not covered meet Will's worried eyes when you look up at him.

"Mažasis, sit up for us." Your "papa" commands softly.

You whine, but comply knowing the alternative. You'd rather push yourself than be manhandled for disobedience.

Will adjusts and sits behind you helping you stay upright. "You're okay, babygirl." He tells you resting his head on your shoulder and leaving a kiss to the side of your head.

Hannibal looks at your eyes. His bright light causes you to flinch away with another whine. You ignore the two men as they talk to each other about whatever the hell they were talking about. You wait with patience until both start moving.

Your "daddy" pulls you into his arms and rests against the headboard. Hannibal leaves the room and comes back with a "first aid" that you knew only carried the drugs they liked to dope you up with. You watch him pull out your "medicine". You watch in confusion when he fills the syringe significantly less than he normally does.

He meets your eyes only for a moment before looking back at the drugs and explaining. "If we stop them completely you'll withdraw." He says it so simply and you wonder if he'll say more.

"It's why your head hurts." Will continues instead. "We're going to stop it soon..." He seems almost disappointed.

A quiet "oh" comes out of your mouth. Understanding not to push your luck. It was a bit exciting, however, the thought of getting some of your control back. Regaining some of your autonomy.

[pineconepie]

yandere english prof?

Sorry this took so long, its been sitting in my drafts forever LOL. Here you go! I actually really like this one haha.

TW: Violence, blood (not detailed), injuries, bullying, light forced infantilization, parental yandere, manipulative yandere, implied extortion

Everyone hated your English professor, Ellis, but you never understood the hate he received. Practically day one, everyone was complaining about how mean he could be or how unfair or harsh his grading was.

At first, you believed them, not really knowing the professor well enough to come to his defense. He seemed to have a no-nonsense attitude with you just as much as everyone else.

It wasn't really until one day, when some guys of a nasty fraternity came in and began harassing you.

You had always ignored it, but it became more impossible to ignore when one of them tripped you on your way into the class.

"Jerk," you grumble under your breath, watching him saunter off with a laugh. You feel blood dripping down your nose.

You grab your phone to see if it looks bad, and sure enough, it does. If the pain in your face weren't indicating you landed straight on it, then the blood trailing down your nose and forming bruise on your eye were.

After wiping your face clean as best as you can, you continue your trek back to class.

Sure, it'd probably be a better idea to email your professor and explain to him what happened, but knowing how harshly he can treat students, you'd rather get the attendance than email him about something he might not even believe is true.

And so, you stumble through the halls with blood dried at the corners of your nostrils, one eye looking swollen with the other's vision blurred from crying earlier.

A black eye must already be forming. A few people give you odd looks, but almost everyone else minds their own business. Soon enough, you finally enter your classroom.

"You're three minutes late," Ellis coldly says as soon as you step through the door.

He isn't even looking at you, probably just figures its you, because his eyes are on a few papers.

"I-I'm sorry." Your voice cracks. You wince from the sound of it.

Ellis's gaze immediately shoots up at you. He looks baffled and furious at first. "What on earth happened to you?"

He makes a hand gesture for you not to answer that, and looks back at the several rows of students, some of which are paying attention to the situation, but most are talking to their friends or on their phones. He puts his head down and begins writing something on a small piece of paper, then walks to you and hands it to you.

As you grab the note, his hand squeezes over yours. He lets go after you look at him. "Take it. Go. Come back when you get something for that."

You nod quickly, then glance down at the paper to see that there's a pass.

 Medical office, Room 305

He even went as far as to write the room number in case you forgot.

Thankful for that and everything else, you smile a little and make your way out the door, making sure not to get harassed again by some bully on your way.

Now that you really think about it, he's been having more of a soft spot for you recently, though maybe that's all in your head, too.

Like when you offered to help him clean up the room, and once you even stayed after class to ask him for help regarding what he was teaching.

Even though he could be intimidating sometimes, and downright frightening at others, you didn't find yourself scared around him. Only when he raises his voice, which he never does towards you.

Once you make it to the medical office and have the nurse inspect the damage, she determines that nothing is broken, just badly bruised.

You don't want to tell her that this incident was caused by bullies, so you just awkwardly tell her you fell down some stairs. She likely doesn't get paid enough to snuff out your lie.

She hands you an ice pack. "There," she smiles. "Not so bad. Try to watch where you're going next time, okay?"

Her condescending tone makes you feel worse. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

You apply pressure to your black eye as instructed, then head back to your English class.

When you get back inside the room, no one is there except Ellis. You check your phone, to see barely thirty minutes has passed. Maybe he sent them home early.

"Hi. I'm here." Your voice cracks again and you can't help but cringe. It sounds horrible, even to your own ears.

He looks up at you, brows pinching together in concern as soon as his eyes meet yours. He doesn't speak; he only pats the seat nearest to him on the front row of desks, gesturing for you to take a seat beside him.

Once you do, his cold fingers brush under your bruised eye. It should hurt, but they are so gentle against your skin that you barely flinch away from them.

"Who did this?" Ellis's gaze becomes narrow behind his round glasses.

You shake your head, suddenly feeling sick at your stomach. You hate how these kinds of things happen to you, especially since everyone else thinks they're harmless pranks.

They don't feel harmless. Especially when it feels like they leave physical and mental wounds everywhere on you.

"Nobody. I'm sorry."

He tuts in disapproval. "I know someone did this. Either you tell me, or I find out myself."

"Why do you care?" It sounds much more rude than you intended, so you try to soften your tone. "I'm sorry, its just... why would it matter if someone did?"

Ellis pinches the bridge of his nose. "Because you're too sweet. Too kind. It isn't fair that people treat you this way." He gives you another look over. "I dismissed my class today because of you, you know. I wouldn't do that for any of my other students, because they don't like me. And honestly, I don't really like them. But you..." he trails off.

"...but me?" you echo.

He scrubs a hand over his face. "You're like my child, (Y/n). It's my job as a professor to treat my students fairly, equally, but when it comes to you..." he sighs deeply, "...I worry about you every day. I wonder if you ate breakfast. If you've had anything to drink recently. How you slept. If anyone hurts you. None of my other students I let help me after class. Because if you're in front of my own two eyes, it's easier to just stop worrying. And I like being around you."

The information almost overwhelms you. "I had no clue."

"Well, now you do. So could you please tell me who did this? I'll have a heart attack if you worry me any more than I need to," he jokes with a weak smile, a very rare one.

"Just some guy from Delta Psi Lambda," you answer quickly. "I think his name was Brock, or something."

"I'll take care of him. Now, how's your eye?" As soon as you pull away the ice pack, he sucks in a harsh breath. "(Y/n). Oh, honey. It must be painful."

The term of endearment almost goes right past your head.

Almost.

"I mean, yeah. A little," you chuckle, trying to play it off. Really, it feels awful. "It doesn't feel too great, but it looks worse."

"It's bruising. Poor thing," he coos, taking your chin into his long, bony fingers and turning your head left and right, analyzing all of the damage. "This is unacceptable. Does anywhere else hurt?"

"No, this is all." You try to shrug again, but it comes out weird-looking. You can tell he catches it, too. "My nose was bleeding a lot earlier, but it stopped. Other than that, I guess everything else feels okay."

Ellis grabs a tissue and wipes off the leftover drying blood. His movements are careful yet firm, as if you would shatter to pieces if he wasn't gentle enough. "What am I going to do with you?" he sighs. "Can't trust you for even a moment before you're already coming back to me hurt." He presses a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "Do you need me to drive you back home?"

"I live on campus," you murmur. "I can just walk there."

He raises a brow at you. "That means they could just get you again if I let you go alone," he chastises. "Come on, follow me." He stands up, putting the papers into his work bag, then swinging it over his shoulder. He holds his free hand out and waits patiently for you to grab onto it, then he helps hoist you up.

As he does, your backpack slides down one arm. You watch as he puts it over his shoulder with his workbag, too.

...

A week passes, and Ellis is much softer towards you. He isn't as fatherly to you in front of people, but its pretty obvious that you've become the favorite.

He keeps asking if you have any food or drinks, and when you don't, he pulls out his lunchbox and offers whatever you need. You're not complaining. Free lunches are always good to accept.

"I don't need to eat lunch in here all the time now," you mumble, chewing on your favorite fruit that he offered. Weird that he knew that, but surely a coincidence.

Ellis pauses from what he's doing, which is erasing the whiteboard, and peers at you from the corner of his eye. "Why? Do you dislike spending time with me?"

You shake your head. "No, it's not that. I just... I think the bullies will leave me alone now. I haven't even seen any of the fraternity's faces since the incident."

"That doesn't mean I still can't worry about you," Ellis replies coolly. "You even forgot your lunch several times now. It worries me. I need to make sure you eat properly." The marker squeaks against the board as he writes reminders for next class's essay. Once he finishes that task, he sets everything down and heads to sit down at his desk. "I always pack extra for you now, because you're so forgetful. And thank goodness I do."

"Okay, Professor Dad," you sarcastically laugh.

He shakes his head at you while looking amused, making your words die in your throat.

That was clearly meant to be a joke, so why is he smiling like that?

Well, you know the answer, but it's still hard to believe. Even though Ellis seems to really care about you, he hasn't known you for very long at all.

So, why would he start acting so... so dad-like towards you? What exactly happened to turn him from the stern and rigid teacher persona into an almost doting father-figure towards one of his students?

"I-I didn't really mean—"

"I know. I get it," he says softly. "Just humor me. Let me keep fussing over you." After that, he falls quiet, working on grading some papers from earlier classes that day.

...

"You didn't bring a jacket?" Ellis asks exasperatedly. He's walking you to your dorm again after class ended, since it snowed.

Normally, you would've gone yourself, but due to the cold weather and Ellis's demands for you to stay in his classroom until he finished getting ready to walk you himself, you couldn't exactly refuse.

You look over at him, finding that his brows are pinched together in concern. "Oh, uh, no. I guess I forgot."

"For Pete's sake," he mutters, tugging the scarf from his neck and wrapping it snugly around yours instead. "I swear, you'll be the death of me one day, (Y/n). Can't even remember a simple thing like bringing a jacket." Despite sounding mad, there's also a tone of fondness mixed in with it.

You decide not to mention it, feeling embarrassed just thinking about it.

"Thanks," you hum.

"I don't mind doing things for you, you know," he adds after a moment. "I wanted to have kids of my own, but found out romance wasn't really my thing. And adoption costs way more money than what I have." He lets out a huff through his nostrils. "But it seems like you require the same doting as a toddler."

It doesn't even sound like its meant to be a jab at you; if anything, his voice takes on an affectionate edge.

"Is that bad?" you ask sheepishly.

"Not to me." He squeezes your hand, pulling you along beside him to cross the street. As soon as you reach your dorm and go inside, he dusts snowflakes off the top of your head. "That's better." You try to unwrap the scarf, but he stops you. "Keep it. I have several others like it. Besides, I don't want you catching a cold from being under-dressed."

You smile awkwardly. "Oh, okay. Thank you."

...

A month passes, and your friends had begun to avoid you. Even the bullies act scared to show their faces around you.

You wonder if its just Ellis's mere presence, but it's hard to tell. You decide a few days avoiding Ellis and trying to spend time with your friends again wouldn't hurt. You figure Ellis won't even notice too much, busy with papers and classes.

You notice Ellis giving you strange looks during class, but other than that, he acts normal. It's nice to feel like things are going back to the way they used to be again.

Barely a week after avoiding him, you hear someone yell your name.

But it isn't Ellis. It's Brock, and three of his other friends.

"Haven't forgotten what you did to me yet, did you? Because of you, I was nearly expelled!" he screams. Then, Brock runs towards you, fist flying directly towards your stomach and hitting you hard. You groan, then fall forward when one of his friends pushes you. "Hope you had fun trying to get rid of me, because you're gonna regret it!"

They get a few more punches in, and you can't even do anything about it because there's so many of them. You desperately look for anyone to be around, but there's no one.

"Stop!" someone yells.

You open your eyes from their previous screwed shut state, peering over at the man in glasses running towards you. Its Ellis.

He helps pull you away from all the frat guys, glaring down at each of them.

They must have some common sense, because they all freeze at the sight of Ellis. He barks something at them, but you can't pay attention over the ringing in your ears.

As soon as they begin sprinting off in the other direction, Ellis scoops you up bridal style and carries you somewhere.

You try opening your eyes to see where, but as soon as you manage to pry one open, he brushes his fingertips over your forehead.

"Don't stress yourself, love. Just rest." You close your eyes, and fade out from exhaustion.

...

You wake up in Ellis's apartment. It smells so clean, like it's never been lived in. Everything is so neatly organized, and nothing is out of place.

Not even a speck of dust lays on the windowsills or countertops. It seems like something straight out of a catalog.

You push yourself up into a sitting position, wincing from the pain in your arms and abdomen. Your lower back aches and twinges, too.

"Oh! Kiddo, please be careful!" You turn your head slowly towards Ellis's voice. He's holding some ice packs, water bottles, and bandages. His sweater vest has been changed for a plain gray shirt. "I'm glad you're finally awake. Let me take a look at you."

"What happened? Why am I here?"

He gives you a strange look. "You got beat up. Again," he emphasizes, clearly frustrated. "And you were so banged up that I brought you back to my place. I thought maybe I shouldn't take you back to your dorm, because you have no one who could take care of you." He clicks his tongue. "And besides that, you haven't come to me lately, and you're avoiding me. Now, you just got attacked again because I wasn't around to protect you."

You sniffle and in a sudden motion, wrap your arms around his neck. It surprises both you and him, but he's quick to embrace you twice as tightly.

His fingers curl into your hair, his other hand rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Hey, hey, shh..." He squeezes you. "Sweetie, calm down for me. You're going to hyperventilate if you breathe any quicker."

"I-I'm sorry... I d-didn't think th-they'd ever b-bother me again...!"

"Shh, breathe for me. Follow my rhythm." He takes deep breaths, waiting each time for you to follow. "That's right. You're such a good listener." Ellis cups your cheek and rubs away a few stray tears from it. He notices your breathing returned back to normal, so he smiles, placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head. "I've missed having you around."

"I'm sorry."

"That's alright. Now that I have you again, you're safe." He gets up, then walks to the kitchen. "Let me fix you something warm. You need it after today, poor baby."

As he cooks, you drift in and out of consciousness yet again. He chuckles when he notices you're basically passed out once again.

His phone rings. He scoffs, but answers it.

"What do you want? Yes, yes... you'll no longer need to worry about getting expelled for what you did... no, I'm not thanking you. Now please delete this number and never talk to them again. If I catch you even looking at them, I really will make sure you're suspended."

[impish-baby]

Vampire fics where the turning process makes the new vampire practically a baby my beloved...

Vampire finding you to be the most precious thing in existence, you're far too cute to lose! At first, just taking you as a human to take care of. You might be an adult for your measly lifespan, but to them, you're nothing but a little thing and you'll be treated as such!

Maybe turning you when they grow tired of how much you fuss and put up a fight, they were going to anyway but now you've just pushed it closure. You think you can be independent? That you're an adult that doesn't need anyone to take care of them? Let's see how you feel when all your mind wants is to be with your sire..

Perhaps being a little mean... leaving you alone for a bit, not too long! Of course not, just long enough for your mind to be screaming that you've been abandoned. Swooping in to comfort you soon after as you're a wailing mess, sobbing jumbled sorries and begs not to be left into their chest..

Cooing, talking to you in that patronizing tone you used to hate as they play with your hair gently. "Oh, but I thought you were a big kid that didn't need me? No? You're my baby? Oh, darling.." Don't you worry about a thing fledging, they'll always take care of you in the end..

[wetbatinthenight]

A bit of fluff, what's the favorite activity of the parents with reader? What do they do in family bonding time? -🐦‍⬛

hi! awesome ask :)

this is actually a nice thought! I think that mom loves shopping and showering with gifts. she loves taking you places and buying cute clothes! she will just throw money, and she thinks it is great quality time! she also probably loves to bake for your or with you! you definitely will have the “safe” tasks, but she loves it!

dad is not letting you in the kitchen but you can be the taste tester! he cooks dinner and your mom, usually going back and forth. he likes watching movies or TV and having a very chill day! anything that can give him a chance for cuddles! he also might like reading with you and cuddling too! it reminds him so much of when you were younger, just plopping yourself in his lap and making him read to you. in his head, why wouldn’t that still happen?

as a family, they go to different events, job related or not. what they really look forward each year is vacation! they love it so much. they love nothing more than a family trip. no phones or anything for you! just forced proximity and interaction :)

I can also see family movie nights being a thing (you don’t have a choice) or occasional game nights! I can see mom loving to make a themed little party/watch party and themed snacks!

dad and his answers can change a bit once the regression continues. he become so much more involved. he wants to do any craft and interaction he can. role playing? he is all over that. any interaction that remind him of the power dynamic between you is great. and he just cares for you and thinks you are cute. he loves spending time with you!

[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.

[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?"

[thecloudsaremyhome]

✧Yandere platonic omega emperor x teen beta reader✧

Summary: you’ve always have been having to look out for yourself no parents to comfort you or protect you no pack to vent to and to feel loved it’s always been just you. Well until you accidentally decided to pick up a job to steel from the feared emperor of your nation that is. How did you end up like this?

Tw: mentions of neglect and abuse, bad parenting and abandonment, yandere behavior and kidnapping and nesting, forced infantization.

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You've always been alone. Even when you were living with your parents they never treated you like their kid. They where never the best parents but it could've been worse, that's what you've had to constantly tell yourself.

Growing up as a beta in this society was never easy either, you have to constantly prove yourself to everyone is has never been easy to be a beta while alphas and Omega's are looked at very highly

betas are at the bottom of th food chain constantly have to fight for survival an proving themselves to people who just don't give two shits unless your a noble and a alpha or Omega people just don't care.

Half of the commoner Population is betas yet your still looked down upon by everyone for being a beta for not having Omega or alpha traits.

It's sad really I guess your whole existence in this world is to be a disappointment at least that's what your parents used.

To say they were very greedy people guess that's maybe why they sold you off to a strange to make some extra cash because they have no need for you which hurts really badly, you remember it like it was yesterday.

“Mama! Papa! Please don't leave me with them please! Come back!”

You struggle against the grip holding you back from running to your parents who are casually walking away not even sparing you a second glance as Your taken away against your will.

They didn't even seem to care for your cries for help as you put into a large carriage restrained as the people who bought you start the carriage but just before they could ride away your break free From your restraints frantically as you make Break for it out into the open streets away from the dark alleyway you were just as you run down the streets frantically trying to Lose your captors.

But before they could get any closer to your running form your captors accidentally knock over an alpha noble which results in your captors getting scolded, thankfully you managed to get away from them and loose them.

That memory till this day makes you shiver will anxiety. You've always been on edge especially years after that incident hoping they won't find you again.

Even after you were able to escape from your captors you were never able to find your parents it's like they took the chance after they sold you to flee the Capitol you grew up it.

Pathetic well you honestly wouldn't especially anything else from them they where drug addicts and gamblers but still they were your parents and the only family you had.

You didn't have any other family members or pack members well you didn't really have a Pack at all your parents were too conservative and disapproved of the thought which made you feel even more lonely than you already were.

But over time you didn't have to worry about them because they aren't here right now and you have to do everything you can to survive or try to at least.

That's why you resorted to stealing, sadly many jobs accept a 14 year old especially a inexperienced beta at that so you had to resort to stealing to survive,

you removed when you first stole from a shop vender at a market in the more busy parts of the Capitol it felt Exilirating having the wind in you hair an the adrenaline pumping in you veins as guards chance after you.

It felt amazing, so you started to steel more valuable objects for you and some neighbors you live with who can't afford much.

It felt nice helping the people you care about because they are all that you have besides yourself that is.

That was until a Strange man approached you one day while you carried your bah full of stolen gold and food you froze in your tracks as you inspected him caustiously.

He then introduces himself as Ethel a noble man from the South part of the Capitol

he proposed a propersition for you to steal the emperor's crown in exchange for a fortune of gold that you thought could last you a life time.

and it could help the people in your building so you excitedly agree to the offer unknowing of the dangers ahead that will cost you your freedom.

You got this you think to yourself as. You. Anxiously look in the dusty mirror glancing back at yourself. This should be pretty easy right?

And he offered you a fortune to do it so you can't really turn it down now. But what if they catch you? What if they execute you?

The emperor has known to be ruthless every since he killed the previous emperor and empress he has been know to rule with a iron fist and him being an Omega, is even more of a surprise to a lot of people but.

That doesn't make him any less deadly. Snap out of it (name) we don't need to focus on the what ifs just sneak in and sneak out right? Easy?

This is far from easy once you sneakily entered the palace grounds near the entrance.

It was littered with guards stationed from left to right. Luckily Ethel gave you a map of the palace layout.

You didn't want to ask him where he got it nor did you want to know. You sigh in relief as you were able to avoid the first set of guards near the palace garden.

It looks like they are about to switch shifts soon, a perfect chance to sneak in.

You examine the guards placed at the front entrance of the palace. You can’t go through the front that would be to risky. What if you just climbed up? Yeah that could work you could climb uo the palace walls and use your grappling hook!

Then you could break through one of the palace windows and head straight for the royal fault! Perfect plan! But their is a problem their also must be guards, guarding the vault so you’ll have to knock them out which won’t be easy on your part but it’s better to at least try than do nothing.

So with your plan set in motion you grab your grappling hook from your back pack and swing it up towards one of the windows making sure it’s hooked on and steady you start to slowly climb up making sure to make a lookout for any gaurds passing bye just in case.

You grunt in exhaustion as you finally make it up to the windows edge. You grab a screw drider and try to open the window from the other side thankfully it works.

it’s better than breaking the window because you’ve tried that before with a previous robbery and it did not turn out so good so you’ve learned to use the screwdriver for fear rain windows to unlock.

You carefully jump down from the window onto the marble floor taking notice of the surroundings.

Luckily for you it looks like you broke into one of the many spare bedrooms in the large palace. With a large king size bed with a golden headboard and a very soft carpet.

Wow is this what it feels and looks like to be living in royalty. You’d admit you're very jealous but not time to ponder right now you have a mission to complete!

So you exit the spare bedroom and quietly make your way down the hallway making sure to avoid any passing servants or guards patrolling the area.

You sigh as you luckily was able to hide behind a curtain as another passing gaurds walk past you, you grab the map Ethel has gave you as you scan it trying to double check if you are even remotely close to the royal vault, sadly you aren’t.

You don’t even know how the heck Ethel got this map and you don’t want to know when or how it’s really none of your business you're just here to get the job done and that’s all.

Sadly the royal vault is on the other side or the castle which is heavily guarded and you also have to pass the emperor's chambers which is also heavily guarded! Great! So fucking great. You are totally not going to make it out alive.

You rush through the hallways trying to be as stealthy as possible. You finally made it to the other side of the palace havung accidentally allerted the gaurds when you passed the emperors chambers.

you have to do this quick and fucking fast before they alert the emperor and their is a whole fucking search party to capture you.

You pant as you finally make it down an empty hallway as guards rush past you.

You sigh in relief as you take another glance at your map, you just have to pass this hallway then you’ll be the at the royal vault. Hopefully no one will be guarding it since your little mistake.

Thankfully for just your luck no one was guarding it which causes you to use you Bobby pin to pick lock the huge lock on the door. Finally you get the door open but you accidentally trip a wire which sounds off an alarm.

you jump in suprise fearful of your outcome as you quickly grab the crown and rush out the door only for it to be blocked off by gaurd surrounding you blocking your path towards the door. You whimper in fear as you try to hide the crown you stolen. The gaurds glare deadly at you.

Finally the captain of the gaurds a tall and imposing alpha with dark brown hair flowing down his back and a tall structure. He steps forward glaring deadly at you. “What exactly is going on here?”

He states as another more nervous gaurd then says “we caught this beta here tripping the alarm to the vault and stealing the crown captain we already alerted his highness.”

“I see. Apprehend them now and hold them down we need to secure the crown.” The guards nod in approved and pin you down taking away your bag with your supplies and the crown.

You try to fight against their hold but to no use you fail to get them off of you. You feel tears streaming down your face. This is it isant it? Your going to either be executed or rot in jail for the rest of your life?

Just for some fucking stupid fortune you should’ve never taken up this job. Maybe you are a failure like your parents use to tell you.

Unbeknownst to you your upset pheromones reach Eugene the omega emperor he quickly enters the royal vault with two guards standing behind him he takes a look at the situation at hand and his eyes soften. “What exactly is going on here?”

The emperors imposing voice breaks you out of your crying fit as you look up at him in awe at his beauty from his talk muscular built to his long dark black hair to his violet sharp eyes that can represent the stars themselves.

He looks down at you as he speaks eyes soften just a bit as you look at him in suprise. The captain of the guards then speaks

“our guards caught this young beta tripping the wire and stealing the crown your majesty. What shall we do? Shall we execute them or throw them in the dungeon?”

Eugene looks down at you softly, how could anyone hurt someone so precious your scent gives off a sour taste but smells like fresh baby pounder and cherrys.

Oh you look like a baby in his eyes so precious and small he just has to keep you.

“No.” He states firmly glaring at the guards holding you down

“bring then to my chambers in one peace if I see any scratches or bruises on them your heads will be off do you understand?”

The guards nervously shake their heads “yes your majesty!”

The captain of the guards looks at the emperor in shock but shakes his head dismissively. Eugene exits the room swiftly leaving you alone with the gaurds.

You stare in shock at the scene that just occurred.

You can feel your anxiety rising, oh fuck your going to die aren’t you he’s going to kill you himself and there's nothing you can do about it.

You cry frantically trying to get out of the guards grips frantically, you can’t die! No you can’t! You have to get out of here.

Your fight or flight kicks in and you start to slowly have a panic attack as you're crying. You don’t even notice the sterilizer being injected into you before it is too late.

You fall limp on the ground as your struggles cease, you pass out in the arms of one of the guards you vision going black as you finally pass out.

You groggily wake up to the feeling of a soft mattress under you, and a soft pillow-like feeling surrounding you.

Your bed has never been this soft before, wait this isn't your bed. You slowly open your eyes looking around as you take notice of the sunlight peeking through the extravagant window.

You quickly sof uo looking anxiously around the room as you notice you're in a king size bed with pillows and blankets surrounding you to form a nest like structure.

You start to panic trying to get up and out of the nest. But before you can exit the bed a strong force pushes you back down you look up to see the emperor holding you down.

“Shhh it’s okay pup lay back down I know your very sleepy don’t worry daddy will take care of you.” He coos at you looking at you with an obsessive glint in his eyes, you struggle trying to get out of his hold.

but he shushes you as you whine lifting you up into his lap as he lightly brushes his calloused hands through your hair, trying to release calming pheromones to calm down your panicked state

which unfortunate for you it works causing you to unwillingly relax against his hold, which causes him to coo at you.

“it’s okay baby you’ll be okay daddy’s here to take care of you now and forever.” What exactly have you done…can you even make it out? You don’t know but you don’t want to find out…

Authors note: hey y’all I hope you like this one shot I hope its to your liking I tried to make it as long as I could I kinda lost motivation at the end but I wanted to at least give you guys something I’ll defiantly make a part 2!

[helpfandom]

Hi I hope your having a good day or night! 💜

I enjoyed reading your Forced regression with Nightwing but I was wondering what happens after? Maybe a day to day if that makes sense? Like what they do in the day or what does Nightwing make them do during the day and night? What does Nightwing make them eat? Like milk from a baby bottle some baby food? No big thoughts for babies etc.

Basically the routine they go through sorry lol for just repeating myself 🫠🥺

@artisticdoofusxx

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He's a little delusional but hey! We love him for that. Actually, we don't but still. He understands that you may not accept your actual regression due to the pressures to grow up, so he'll take a little more time before snapping and making you become a baby.

Now, on the day to day scale he's relatively harmless. He has enough security set up so he doesn't feel the need for a nanny cam or anything, so you can at least be grown up when he's not home, which is usually at night when he makes you sleep.

He's definitely the type to drug you properly (unlike some of the villains who don't put that much effort into it), so there truly isn't a lot of time before he comes back after you wake up.

Now it depends on how much of a baby you are on if he'll make you drink from a bottle or if he'll just spoon feed you. If you're a super young regressor, like infant/baby, he'll feed you from a bottle and spoon feed you, but if you regress more to an age that is toddler/4-5, he'll just spoon feed you and trust that you can drink from a bottle yourself.

Day to Day: Since he's active during the night, he will sometimes (Although he feels guilty about it) take naps with you while he has a cartoon running in the background so he can sleep but still spend time with you. Other than that he tries not to have too much screen time since it's bad for developing babies to have a lot of electronics in their face. Some activities he would do would be swimming (With correct gear, of course), coloring while he makes meals, trips to museums and aquariums, online shopping trips (Gotta spend Bruce's money), and playing in his playroom he built for you.

Nicknames are mostly "Baby Bird" and the like, and he totally has one of those backpack leashes when he does take you out. It's bird themed because of it is.

[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)