#forced age regression

[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)

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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)

[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.

[daddyslittleplaything420]

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

[impish-baby]

What about a harpy couple who think reader is a chick born without wings and refuse to listen to them saying they aren’t?

double points if they already adopt the ‘unwanted’ chicks (more stole but who cares about specifics)

Cute!!! :0

They've never seen a chick quite like you, but that's ok! Shame on your birth parents honestly, leaving their poor little one all alone just because they're different... don't worry! Momma and papa have lots of love in their hearts for all kind of chicks, you'll never be abandoned again :D

Harpy parents being so happy to bring you home!! Cooing and shushing you gently when you protest that you're a human adult, not a chick! Poor thing... you think you aren't one of them? :(( you're so confused! It's ok, it's ok... they'll just have to teach you! Mom picking you up in her talons at first before realizing you're too delicate for that... whoops! Switching to holding you in her arms before thrusting into the air

The nest is so so high, there's no way you can get down without help! Momma harpy gently setting you down, chirping at the other little ones not to be too rowdy as they all try to go over and look at what their mom brought home... is it food? Papa explaining with a laugh that no, they have a new sibling.. Almost being suffocated with soft downy feathers as the chicks all clamer to you, they just want to say hi!!

(Being taught how to preen your new family after a while... bugging your parents to take you on flights.. siblings fighting over taking you instead?? They want to hold you and see your smile >:<)

[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.

[urfavhighschooldaughter]

If you're such a big girl, then why is daddy able to pin you down so easily, princess? Is this really you fighting as hard as you can? And if you're so mad at daddy, why are you grinding yourself on my thigh?

but Im a big girl! you just tricked me into... losing, dad! yes. and and no im not... grinding on you..yea.

[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!

[sweetfire01]

Howl left me alone in my room thinking I was sleeping. Little did he know that I was gonna climb out of the bed (which is a crib) take my packed bag and running 🏃‍♀️

Bold of you thinking it's that easy. 👀

Your room is his room.

Your bag full of what? Plushies and fairytale books? Bottles of milk? Because all your "old" stuff aren't around anymore. It's all gone. After all, you have Daddy now who provides for everything you need.

Running? Just because is the darling in the fic who is sealed inside the castle, doesn't mean Howl wouldn't do the same for you.

And running where? Do you have another Daddy that take care of you? Do you have another nice, warm castle that shelter you from rain and thunder? And a moving castle, moreover.

Why don't you come back to sleep? Dada can give you another delicious bottle and then swaddling you with a blanket, you know, just in case...

[daddyslittleplaything420]

Im peeing my diaper!!!!!!!

[ishtea]

lizard boy flunked out of adulthood, has to send in his Re-Kindergarten application video >////<