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yandere-writer-momo · 2 days

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Yandere Short Stories: Too Late For Remorse

(Prequel)

Yandere Ex Husband x Countess Fem Reader

TW: time regression, cheating (mentioned), yandere, delusional behavior, etc.

“No!” (Your name) shot up from her bed, body covered in a cold sheen of sweat. Her lungs were on fire while her breathing was labored. Her hands fumbled at her neck as her heart pounded in her chest harder than a hammer against wood. She was alive… but how? She had been poisoned by her husband’s mistress…

(Your name) clambered from her silken sheets. The young lady nearly tripped on the fabric from her haste, but she had to scramble to the mirror… she had to make sure.

(Your name) gasped at her reflection in shock. She was twenty again… no longer was she the sullen, neglected thirty year old wife of Duke Blackburn. She was once again the young Countess (Last name)! She had the means to start over again.

(Your name) sunk to her knees as she smiled at her ceiling. A few tears fell down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath. She wouldn’t waste this second chance, no. She’d get her engagement annulled and live a peaceful life this time… no matter who she had to eliminate. (Your name) would pay her fiancé and his mistress back ten fold for their betrayal.

(Your name) cut up her breakfast with the smallest of smiles on her lips. A week had passed since her time regression and her personality has done a complete one eighty.

No longer was Countess (your name) naive and meek, she was a brighter existence with a determination to learn more knowledge. A change that startled the people around her… especially her father.

Her father, the count, seemed quite curious on the sudden change in his only daughter. (Your name) had always been a young woman interested in romance and fairytales, yet that girl was no longer sat in front of him… she was a stranger now.

“My dear, are you not interested in any sweets?” Count (last name) softly asked his daughter who hadn’t touched any of the desserts presented before her. “These have always been your favorite…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just not interested in sweets anymore.” (Your name) gave her father a soft smile. It wasn’t a lie, she lost her love of sweets in her past life when her husband had made constant comments on her body over the years.

Count (last name) frowned before he sighed. “You also haven’t sent Trishan any letters recently… is everything okay between you two?”

Ah yes… Trishan was his name. (Your name) had called him Duke Blackburn for so long that she had forgotten his name…

“I don’t think he liked me that much is all, father.” (Your name) replied softly. “Plus he’s been awfully close to Lady Serpico’s daughter, Lady Gia.”

Count (last name)’s expression quickly darkened at the mention of Lady Serpico. That nightmare of a woman had damaged the reputation of his wife many years ago before they had gotten married… could she have sent her daughter to try to do the same to his darling (your name)? Was this why she had been acting so strange? Had Duke Blackburn made his daughter feel inferior to a snake?

“I will look into it, my dear daughter.” Her father rose from the table to pat his daughter’s head in an affectionate manner. “I love you so much dear… don’t you ever forget that.”

Of course (your name) hadn’t forgotten that, that’s why she used her father’s love to her advantage. Perhaps he could free her from this fate if he annulled the engagement once he found out about the affair?

(Your name) calmly slipped her tea as a ghost of a smile crawled on her lips. She’s moved her first chest piece, she wondered if her dear fiancé would enjoy the shame?

Trishan shoved all the papers off his desk, his hands clutched at his chest while he struggled to breathe. Where was his fiancée? His darling fiancée?

Trishan’s blue eyes scanned the papers in hopes to spot a letter from her, the ones she used to always send him during this time.

He’s returned to the past before he was blinded by greed… before his long affair with Gia Sherpico… before (your name)’s murder. He could make it all right now since he had the chance to be the husband his beautiful, loyal wife deserved!

Trishan frowned when he hadn’t found any new letters. Was (your name) in good health? She was always such a frail woman… perhaps he should go visit her? Yes! She’d probably be so happy, she always had such a beautiful smile.

Trishan began to gather up all of the papers with a smile on his face. He had already ended things with lady Gia the moment he returned to the past, that snakelike woman wouldn’t pull the rug under him this time! He would not let her sweet lies fill his head and turn him against his darling wife. His innocent wife who had done nothing but love him…

Trishan couldn’t bear to find (your name)’s cold body again… he couldn’t live with himself if she died again. If her lips were blue and she laid in a pile of her own blood like some grotesque halo. No, he would protect her this time!

Trishan sighed dreamily at the thought of this second chance. He’d visit her this weekend with her favorite flowers, baby’s breath! They do mean every lasting love, after all!

A shame Trishan failed to realize was that a large bundle of baby’s breath smelled like feet…

“I’m sorry, but my daughter doesn’t wish to see you.” Trishan felt his blood run cold when he was denied entry into the Count’s home. (Your name) didn’t want to see him? This had to be some sort of sick joke! Yes… that was it.

“Very funny, Count (last name).” Trishan waved off the count as he tried to enter the estate anyways. His large bouquet of baby’s breath caused Count (Last name) even more ire.“(Your name) will be thrilled I’m here-“

“My daughter doesn’t deserve a man who can’t keep it in his pants and someone who’s gift her a bouquet that smells like feet.” The count shoved Duke Blackburn back a few steps, the baby’s breath now laid in a puddle of petals at his feet. “Good day to you!”

Trishan could only stand there in shock, his hands clutched at his chest while his breathing was ragged. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… they were supposed to start over. They were meant to be.

Trishan tried to gather up the flowers in haste but they were already too trampled to fix… he’d have to get her a new bouquet. Perhaps a better scented one at that?

Trishan glanced up at the door, hopeful that this was all a big misunderstanding. (Your name) could never hate him… her father must be keeping her away from him.

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littlespace-imagines · 9 months

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I watched Metalocalypse: Army of the Doomstar and Toki is a canonical age regressor who carrys a “Deadybear” around with him and the whole band accepts it and supports it and it’s not even a humorous focal point or anything. Pickles just says “Sorry, you know, Toki's a little sensitive these days. We think he's regressing from, you know, the whole thing.” When Toki has on outburst from being told not to something and other than him always having his comfort bear that’s the only way it’s mentioned, he is still the Toki we love.

It’s so nice to see regression presented in a legitimate way, Toki and the whole band went through hell, we see Nathan struggling with his own ptsd also. The fact that the whole band -including murderface who usually hits below the belt with his insults- just goes with it.

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xodahafez · 7 months

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why are tom riddle’s only other alternatives to being a dark lord either a politician/minister or DADA professor 💀 like is that all that’s left for him to be?

#tom riddle #tomarrymort #tomione #tom riddle fanfiction #why can’t we have an inventor!tom riddle???#I’d kill to see an engineer!tom how hot is that #no seriously the wizarding world is in a state of regression

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naturesapphic · 7 days

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hey, could you do one with beefy!daddy!nat x autistic!little!reader??

maybe one with the reader having a crisis because of some noise - maybe one of tony's parties - and nat comforts him by snuggling the reader in his lap

Too Loud

Beefy!Daddy!natasha romanoff x autistic!fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort

Your daddy was finishing putting on your dress when you heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in!” Natasha yelled out softly and Wanda opened the door. “My oh my! Look how pretty she is nat!” Auntie wanda gushed over you and you felt your cheeks go red at the compliment. “Tank chu auntie wands…” you said quietly as you smiled. Wanda nodded her head and turned her attention to your daddy. “The party has started and Tony wanted me to come see what was taking so long.” Wanda said with a smile and Natasha chuckled.

“Well tell the ol’ geezer that we’ll be down in a minute.” Natasha said to wanda. She nodded and left the room to go back downstairs. Natasha put her blazer on and fixed her collar as you stood their and admired how pretty your daddy is. “What’s for you staring little girl.” Natasha said and your cheeks flushed red once again which made Natasha grin. “Chu so pretty daddy..” you said softly as Natasha went over to you and grabbed you by your waist softly, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Thank you pumpkin. Now. Let’s go and have some fun!” Natasha said happily as you giggled.

You and Natasha went out the door and went downstairs where the party was but didn’t realized at the amount of people that were here. Tony told everyone that it would be a small gathering but you could tell that he invited a lot more than she should have. “Don’t worry darling, we will go to a spot that’s not so loud okay?” Your daddy reassured you as she took your hand in hers and guided you to a spot in the corner of the room and sat down on the couch. You and nat sat there for a few minutes until she saw some of her friends and got up from her spot. She turned to face you and gave you a warming reassuring smile.

“Daddy will be right back okay? She won’t be long. Stay here and be a good girl alright?” She said and you nodded. She gave you a bright smile and went off to her friends. Thirty minutes later and she wasn’t back yet and it seemed like the music was getting louder and more people were here. You whimpered and curled yourself up on the couch and covered your ears to try and stop the loud music that was pumping through your ears. A few moments later you felt hands at your waist and you flinched and looked up to see your daddy with a apologetic expression on her face. You sat up and she immediately sat down beside you and you got into her lap.

“Shhh shhh it’s okay babygirl daddy is here. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I would be gone that long. Shhh we will leave soon okay?” Natasha said against your ear gently. You nodded and snuggled up to her. She wrapped her strong arms around you and put her head on top of hers. She decided to hum and sing to you so she could distract you and you liked how her chest vibrates when she does it. You didn’t know when y’all left, but you woke up in y’all’s shared bed with Natasha tucking you in. “We lefts?” You asked her as you rubbed your eyes. “Yeah we did. Not too long after I started singing, you fell asleep and I decided to leave. I let uncle Tony know and he understood.” Natasha explained to you and you nodded as you yawned.

“You get some sleep now pretty girl. Daddy’s not going anywhere.” She reassured you as she slipped into the bed next to you and you got into her arms. Natasha started humming again and you fell asleep peacefully in her arms.

A/n: I hope you liked it Anon and I hope this is what you wanted. I hope the rest of y’all liked it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

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lttl3babybug · 1 month

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Can we get more Cg!Adam?

Course!! Hope everyone enjoys!! :3

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Warning: this post does contain one or two bad words :(

You were a clingy little one, that wasn’t a secret. But just how clingy you were was something Adam was still pushing the limits of. He could leave you in front of the tv for 15 minutes before you’d realise he was gone and come toddling after him while whining and pouting. He could put you to bed but he had to stay with you until you’d fully off to sleep and while having you rely on him so much was a huge ego boost on Adam’s part it came with some issues while you two walked around heaven.

Adam loved holding you, resting you on his hip and such, everyone knew that but not everyone exactly...enjoyed the sight of Adam and you. You perched on his hip and head on his shoulder while him and lute were deep in conversation, he hadn’t even noticed your small attempts to hide yourself while others stared and whispered. It took him a moment but eventually he registered what was happening when he heard a faint whisper of, “disgusting freak” from someone. He turned to face the couple who were staring.

He wasn’t about to have that! Someone calling his perfect angel names? Not on his watch, “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He spat the two, holding you close to him. “They’re with me. Don’t fucking forget it either” his words filled with venom as the couple scurried off, he looked down at you. A confused look across Adam’s face when he saw you with your hands over your ears and face in his chest. He was worried. We’re you crying? We’re you overwhelmed? Sleepy? Hungry?

All his worries subsided when he heard a faint giggle however, he watched you peak out from the folds in his robe and continue to quietly giggle at him. “You said a baaad word”, clearly this was thoroughly entertaining to you. “Oh you like it when I say those bad words hm?” Adam mused with a small smirk, “makes you all giggly and smiley huh? That’s what I like to see. My sweet baby all happy”. He was such a sweetheart with you.

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere community #fandom agere #agere blog #!!! <3 #age regressor #headcanons #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #adam hazbin hotel agere #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin x reader #caregiver Adam hazbin #baby regressor #I’m so tired

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nicksbestie · 2 months

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haiii can i be 🐛 anon? also mayhapsss a johnnie x reader where they meet thru mutual friend jake and instantly like each other but are too nervous to ask the other out? and like they act all awkward around each other until eventually jake basically does the work for them 😭 totally chill if not tho!

Nerves - Johnnie Guilbert

Summary : You're anxious about meeting your best friend's new roommate, but you hit it off better than you think you will.

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety

Word Count : 1378

A/N : The ending was kinda rushed because I was writing it before school, I hope you still love!!! (and obviously the number I put at the bottom is fake, please do not go harass whatever poor soul has that phone number!)

You and Jake had been best friends for a long time, coming up on a decade now. You had grown up in the same part of town, and being the only alternative kids for a hundred miles, it was no secret that you were immediately drawn to each other as a choice in friends. Your friendship had persisted when the two of you had begun careers in social media, specifically YouTube for Jake, and TikTok for you, knowing that there had to be something better out there for you than just living in Kansas all of your life. You had run into an extremely incredible amount of luck, allowing the both of you to become incredibly successful, and moving out to LosAngeles to pursue your careers even further.

You used to be roommates, but in some cases, best friends weren’t the best roommates, and this was one of those times. Your personalities meshed together perfectly when you were hanging out, talking, and spending time with each other, but when it came to living together, they clashed heavily and you just didn’t get along. Neither of you held any hard feelings, and you moved out, finding a new roommate, which ended up being Jake’s now ex-girlfriend, Tara. You two were best friends, and loved living together, and Jake had found a new roommate recently, another YouTuber named Johnnie. You were supposed to be meeting him for the first time today, and you couldn’t deny that there were definitely some nerves there.

You didn’t always make the best impression, because despite your on camera appearance and bold personality, you were very introverted off camera. You weren’t necessarily the quiet kid, but you weren’t someone who went out of their way to meet new people. But, Johnnie was clearly a very important person in Jake’s life automatically, so you wanted to get to know him and hopefully enjoy his company as much as you enjoyed Jake’s. Tara had already met him, and said that his personality was similar to yours, very energetic on camera but very laid back off of it, and you were happy to hear that because it meant that if push came to shove, you could sit in quiet, comfortable silence until you and Tara were ready to head home, depending on how late the night lasted.

Tara was coming with you for moral support, and the fact that Jake had invited her over. You really respected their relationship, knowing that not very many people could still be best friends after a breakup, especially with such a long relationship, but they seemed to not want to let go of the other, refusing to be anything less than friends because they had been friends first, and the fact that they had fallen in and out of love with each other was not going to change that if they had any say in it. You were getting ready to leave the house, Tara finishing her makeup, you finishing your hair, and Tara was going to drive because you really just didn’t want to, and she was happy to.

Getting in the car after putting finishing touches on everything, (you’re nothing short of a perfectionist), Tara was talking away about how much fun the two of them are, and how they’re clearly really good friends, and that you were going to get along great with the both of them. Her comfort and reassurance really did help your nerves, and you were glad that you had someone to go with just in case your anxiety did get the best of you, as it did sometimes. Meeting new people always caused it to go nearly haywire because of the fact that there is a ton of pressure on making a good first impression, and as a perfectionist, you hate messing things up, full stop. So, having someone there to help you should anything go wrong was amazing, and you were so grateful to have such a good friend in Tara.

Pulling up to Jake’s, and now Johnnie’s, home, you immediately got out with Tara, and she just walked in like she owned the place. In a certain sort of way, you guessed that she kind of did. She did use to spend nearly all her time here, so she may as well have co owned it right along with Jake. She still had a key, Jake hadn’t wanted it back, so here she was again, going straight to the fridge and announcing her entrance by cracking open a random can of some drink, probably alcoholic, knowing that Jake often threw parties at his place. They were some impressive parties, and you respected his ability to go that all out with that many people there. Tara did the same, but you always left the house on nights she did that.

You noticed a person sitting on the couch, looking up as Tara walked in, and it definitely wasn’t Jake, so you assumed that this person was Johnnie. You couldn’t deny the immediate attraction that you felt towards him, as you had always had a thing for the alternative scene style. The multiple piercings on his face just added to the pull you’d felt for him, as you had quite a few yourself. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from wandering about how his lip piercings would feel against yours, what it would be like to trace his tattoos with your fingers while laying next to him, and you needed to shake yourself out of those thoughts before you turned red and embarrassed yourself. When you did just that, it took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Jake’s roommate, Johnnie, as you probably already guessed.”

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you introduced yourself with a smile on your face, turning back to walk over to where Tara was sitting at the bar. You gave her an incredulous look, one that she had seen so often. It was your “what the fuck” look. She had a defensive look on her face, not sure what you were about to say.

“You didn’t tell me his roommate was hot.”

Tara now returned her own incredulous look, glancing over at Johnnie before returning her eyes to you.

“Him? I mean, he’s cute, but he’s not really my type. I knew he was yours though, thought it might help you loosen up a bit or whatever if there was some level of attraction.”

You could strangle Tara right now, but you knew that maybe it would work out for the better. It was shortly after that that Jake walked into the room, hugging you both, and asking if you’d introduced yourself to Johnnie. You said that you had, to which Jake gave a playful eyebrow wiggle and a short comment about “he’s hot, no?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring your best friend and grabbing some chips out of the bag that he had laid out on the counter. He tried to reach for it, and you snatched it out of the way of his hand, angling it to where Tara could grab some out of it. He of course exaggerated his reaction to this, throwing a hand over his heart and feigning offense.

“I’m being ganged up on! Johnnie, help me, two on two?”

His friend cracked a smile but shook his head staying on the couch.

“No way. I’m not getting involved in this, you never pick fights against Tara, let alone her friends too.”

You tossed the chip bag over to Johnnie, smiling at his support of you and Tara against Jake. The rest of the night went perfectly, and you and Johnnie really hit it off. As much as you hated to admit it, Tara had been right, and you ended up enjoying yourself. And after a little bit of encouragement from Jake, which basically meant that he yelled at you and Johnnie to kiss and go get a room, pushing you towards each other, you woke up the next morning to see a text from a new number that you hadn’t saved in your phone yet.

+1 (978) - 495 - 6506 : Last night was fun. I really like you, are you free for lunch today?

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~ my inbox is open, come chat!! <3

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funfettifrills · 3 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a platonic Husk fic where the reader hasn’t regressed in a while and when they do they’re just a big ball of feelings and tears

It’s been a rough week

🎲 Caregiver! Husk x Agere! Reader drabble [platonic] ; Simple Comfort

;; A/N: I'm sorry you've had a rough week!! Thingsll get better 🫂 sending you much much love!! 💖💖 I hope this fic is good enough to bring some comfort ! ( ´ ꒳ ` )

;; Word Count: 889

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You found yourself sitting at the bar in silence, your head laid on your arms as you attempted to regulate the incoherent turmoil of emotions that prodded at your mind. Lost in thought, you could only stare down at the surface of the bar and peer into the grooves of the brown wood. Analyzing any imperfections with your eyes as you fell into a dissociative state.

"Somethin' up?" Husk had finally spoken up from the other side of the bar, flashing you a friendly yet concerned look. Even when you weren't in little space, Husk always let his grumpy walls down around you. He could read you like an open book and easily sense when you needed a shoulder to lean on.

"I dunno.." you replied softly, keeping your gaze downwards as you traced your fingers on the counter in a poor attempt to distract yourself. It was as if your stress and worries were all drastically piling up in your mind. The fact that you hadn't been able to regress in a while only worsened things.

A part of you was pushing away regressing, the mental block was disrupting any means of being able to properly release the tense emotions that took hold of your mental state.

"There anything I can do to help you out, kid?" Husk asked, resting his elbows on the counter as he leaned towards you.

He knew you well enough by now that an "I don't know" alluded to an upset mind. He didn't want to pry but he still couldn't help but worry over you.

Hearing the name "kid" was the wrecking ball against the mental block that you had been stuck with.

You finally looked up at Husk with wide eyes that were forming tears. Being able to regress after a long time of not doing so was an instant release for all of the emotions you had been burdened with.

You failed to form words, you could only sniffle as tears fell. Husk frowned in worry, making his way around the bar's surface.

"C'mere kiddo, I got you." He spoke softly in comparison to his usually tense tone, scooping you up in his arms and making his way to a couch for a more comfortable area to release your emotions.

As he carried you, you could only cling to him. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck while tears poured. He didn't care about the tears that were to wet his fur, he was used to this by now and only cared about whether or not you'd be okay.

Once sat on the couch, he kept you in his lap. With your chin resting on his shoulder, he lightly rubbed your back while bouncing his leg a bit.

"Shh, I got you, kiddo. You’re okay." He cooed and repeated in simple comfort.

You continued to cry and let out shallow breaths, you melted into his hold as you finally expressed your pent-up emotions.

After a few comforting moments of allowing you to sob, the cat spoke up,

"You wanna talk about it?" He spoke carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you if being verbal was too much for you at the moment. "You don't have to use your words if it's too much."

You moved your head from his shoulder to look at him, preparing yourself to speak up. Tear streaks lined your cheeks with a visible pout.

Husk gave you a comforting smile as he gently wiped the tears from your face, waiting for you to talk.

"Big feelings.." You spoke simply and childishly, being unable to grasp the weight of your pain verbally. "Overwhelming." Was all you could get out. Recalling what you were feeling only welcomed more cries. The sight would generated a pang of sadness in Husk, he was always quick to worry when you weren't doing well.

He brushed your hair away from your damp features, combing through it in a comforting motion.

With your simple words, he was able to grasp your worries. Husk was good at being terribly observant of you and others in general. His strong intuition was a strength when it came to being a caregiver.

"I know it's overwhelming, Sweetheart. Emotions are a lot, but you gotta feel them." He explained, "Keeping them in does you no good. You're allowed to feel sad, or grumpy, or anything at all, Kid. And I'll always be here when you need me."

You let out a small ‘'kay,’ his words were enough to soothe you. You took in deep breaths to finally regulate yourself as you cuddled more into Husks' embrace. His hold was warm and his fur was surprisingly soft, being in his arms was adjacent to being under a cozy blanket. You could hear (and feel) him lightly purring which was something familiar that helped to ease your moments of stress.

He smiled down at you and gave you a small squeeze,

“I'm proud of you for feeling such big emotions, being able to show ‘em just means that you're brave.” Husk praised, he was relieved that he was successful in attempting to help you out. His praise went straight to your heart, internalizing it greatly.

He ruffled your hair which caused you to giggle a bit.

“You're a lot braver than I am, Kid.”

#age regression #agere #age regressor #caregiver #hazbin hotel #husk #platonic #husk hazbin hotel #caregiver husk #husk x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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writerof-thewoods · 2 months

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A Weapon? A Monster? A Child.

Regressor! Alastor and CG! Rosie <3 Word count: 2193

He could hear them. Their mocking, jeering voices at his new found problem. The great, terrifying Alastor a puppet to something else, how little in control he was of anything. He couldn’t shake them out of his head. Every second filled with their reverberating laughs and yet, Alastor could do nothing but endure.

He winced as he tried to stand, hands shaking and bones weary. Oh how cowardly he must’ve looked, barely able to stand on his two feet, hiding behind his shadow as he retreats to the one place he found solace. His radio tower.

And not even that eased his ever growing fear. Whatever was left of it stood before him, a grim sight that made his already unwell state much, much worse. It served as another reminder of his failure. To see the very thing that kept him sane all these years defiled in such a manner. He truly had no idea how to react. Part of him wanted to go stark raving mad, and the other….

He slowly, unsteadily made his way through the wreckage that lay in front of it, his body ringing with each sting that came. It also didn’t help that he was regretfully known as something he hated to his core. He was a little. Such a pathetic aspect that he, much to his gratitude, managed to keep hidden from everyone else. Oftentimes even himself until it caught up to him once in a blue moon. No one knew and no one would know if he could keep it up the way he had the past few decades. However, that seemed much more unlikely given his current situation. The attack was so easily avoidable and yet, he still got hurt. He could’ve been killed and how he so narrowly avoided Adam’s final blow was beyond him. Now, he would’ve actually preferred it because then he wouldn’t have to face the aftermath that he knew was yet to come.

It terrified him. To know of how much weakness he was showing. He could only hope, no, beg that no one saw and once he made his way inside, he exhaled in relief. He was alone. A disgrace, but alone nonetheless. Despite his rather embarrassing secret, he willed himself not to let it affect him. Not the fact that a huge chunk of his prized room was missing altogether, let alone the mess that was the inside of it. Reaching his table, the pain stumped him once again, making him fall to his knees. His smile wavered and he bared his teeth as he found himself underneath it. Sighing strained in relief, the safety of the confined space only worsened his struggle between headspaces.

On one hand he just wouldn’t allow himself to, and on the other, he had no control over it. His body ached inside and out, his heart panged heavily on the fact that he was losing it, and underneath all of it, he felt so…scared. He was a fawn caught in a wolf’s den. A little boy hiding from the bastard he shared a bloodline with, hoping to God he wouldn’t find him. A cornered animal and with that, it was all too much.

He couldn’t handle it anymore.

He slipped.

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The fight may have been over, but that didn’t stop Rosie from feeling, at the very least, a little concerned. It wasn’t just the fear of losing everything she’d known that ailed her. It was losing the people she cared about. Really, the one person she cared about the most. And since it was finished, she hadn’t seen him at all, not even once and it was starting to worry her.

Alastor was Rosie’s best friend, and she just couldn’t bear to lose him. Not like that.

Looking over at the celebration behind her, she smiled fondly. She couldn’t be more happy for the unlikely group of residents, despite hardly knowing most of them. Charlie was such a darling, how could she not? Even as they stood under a building in desperate need of fixing, she still looked so happy. So proud. It was…admirable, to say the least. To watch her and her friends be so passionate about their achievements warmed her heart.

Still though, as she turned her head in thought, something was…off. She could sense it even if she wasn’t sure what exactly “it” was.

Speaking of which, there was one thing missing from such a display of victor, or rather, one person. Someone who would be even more supportive than she was. Where was Alastor?

The rest seemed to pick up on that and Charlie asked the same thing as well. The rest kind of shrugged with mutterings of “I’m not sure” or “Last I saw was during the fight, so it beats me.” That didn’t help much in easing her anxieties. As they began looking, some albeit more willingly than the rest, she sighed. Her eyebrow raised, she took off to look for the demon. After all, she of all people ought to know where he was.

She walked up to the one place she figured he might be. Everywhere else came out to be unsuccessful, so there was really one place left. Holding the hem of her skirt as she climbed up the stairs, Rosie walked curiously to the radio tower. Nothing out of the ordinary there, disregarding the very obvious debris. She couldn’t see anything, but if her nose and ears served her right, something was very, very wrong. The scent of blood seeped from beyond the door making her feel oddly nauseous for once, her stomach churning at what could be waiting for her. Thinking better of it, she steeled herself and went inside.

The blood trailed over to his desk at a concerning amount. Stepping over the rubble, her gut wrenching at the sight of something he cared so much about ruined without a second thought, she called out gently.

“Alastor? Sweetie, you in here?” She craned her neck, unable to see anything. “Everyone’s been looking for you.” She stepped carefully, avoiding the coat rack that now lay on the floor just waiting to trip some unsuspecting person. Suddenly, a low sound of strained breathing rumbled from his form, an ear perking up at hearing her come in. That gave it away to Rosie as she approached the desk even closer, her feet just inches away from his crumpled body.

And that’s when he found him.

Crouching down, she saw a not quite unfamiliar sight. The all powerful Radio Demon’s smile gone, eyes squeezed shut as he lay curled into himself. Rosie knew what this was, she’d seen it before, but definitely not to this extent. Her head cocked to the side, she whispered.

“Alastor..?”

Eyes nervously squeezed open, big, wide, doe eyes pouring into her as they tried to hide his fear to no avail. Glassy from tears hiding behind him that threatened to pour at any moment. Rosie’s heart squeezed in a way it very rarely did. Not unfamiliar to her, but the circumstances she found him certainly were. At the sight of her, the little shuddered, a pleading look on his face.

“Oh..” Rosie gasped, crawling to his side and reaching out her hand, holding the side of his head. “You poor dear, is this where you’ve been all this time?”

He didn’t have the words to respond, flinching slightly at her touch. Strained, he nodded his head slowly, uncurling himself slightly at her asking to see what happened. God, it hurt so much. He just wanted his mama, even though he knew she wouldn’t come. He sniffled, choking back a sob that escaped his throat.

Rosie clicked her tongue and moved closer to pull him into her arms. Seeing him like this threatened to make her cry as well, wishing so desperately she would've come sooner. How long had he been like this? So scared and in pain. Part of her wanted to shake her head at his stubbornness, but she knew it wasn’t the time. The fawn just about broke as he pressed his head into her chest, giving in to the pain that rang throughout his body. His broken cries barely muffled by his best friend’s vise-like hold.

“Oh my sweet thing, it’s alright.” She whispered, moving instinctively to brush the hair out of his face and pulling a handkerchief from her skirt. “I got you. Why don’t we get you out of here, hmm?” She tilted her head down at him, feeling him nod against her chest. “Now just hold still for a moment. It’s gonna hurt a little, but it’ll be quick, okay? Take a deep breath.” She inhaled deeply, crawling out from under the table and moving to pick him up.

Alastor groaned at the motion, wincing as Rosie avoided his injuries and lifted him into her arms like a bride. Normally he would’ve laughed at such a feat of strength, the thought distracting him from the sharp jolt in his wounds. “There we go, you did a swell job baby! Such a brave boy.” Rosie walked out of the room, making a mental note to clean up his blood from the floor later and thought about where to go from here. She certainly didn’t want to leave him here, nor draw any attention from the others. There was always her emporium, even if it was a bit away. Yeah, that was a good idea. He’d be less...manic later on without anyone else knowing. And she was more certain he’d be safe there. That was all that mattered.

*******

The baby sat on the toilet, curiously watching as Rosie rolled up her sleeves and went to work taking off his jacket. It was clear that Alastor needed stitches at the very least, if not something more later on. He didn’t seem to have any more serious injuries underneath, but it still didn’t look good. The other threaded the needle after cleaning him up the best she could and knelt down in front of him.

“Okay kiddo, now you’re not gonna like this, but I gotta do it. So take a big breath for me and we’ll get this over with, sound good?” Rosie admitted sympathetically. Piecing the skin together, she went to work suturing him up. Funnily enough, she’d done this plenty of times before, so really, it went by much quicker than she anticipated.

“And...done! Look at you, being such a strong boy. That’s my Alastor alright! Isn’t it?” She cooed, laughing when he bleated happily in response. It wasn’t a common noise, however, it was one characteristic of his deerish nature he didn’t seem to despise. It was…well it was pretty damn cute. To the both of them and especially Rosie.

Once again she picked him up and carried him into the room. Judging by his increasingly longer yawns, she knew he had to be exhausted. The day didn’t even feel like just a day and for Alastor it must’ve felt like a week at the very least. Discarding his tattered suit, she looked through her chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of fuzzy pajamas. Rosie pulled them over his worn-out, shockingly lanky frame; he looked as if he hadn’t eaten in days. She’d have to do something about that later, she thought. Ruffling the top of his head, she watched as the little one rubbed tiredly at his ever-so drooping eyes and walked across the room to turn out the light. And following that, she turned on the phonograph to its lowest volume. A familiar lullaby flooding the air. He whined slightly at her walking away, earning him a little tease from the other. “Hey now, I’m gonna be right back. I’m not going anywhere.” She sat next to him on the bed and put an arm around his shoulders. “See?”

The fawn turned to look at the woman and blinked slowly. Not quite registering her reappearance until he felt her hand. Alastor huffed, tiredness clouding his mind and tucked his head into her shoulder. Rosie moved to pull the covers down and laid him down underneath them. Dried tear tracks stained his cheeks and right as he was about to fall asleep he turned his head up at her. The same pleading gaze as before, asking her not to leave him. Her hand to her chest, she drew in a breath.

“Of course my little fawn, I’ll stay. Is that what you’re asking?” Alastor cooed, the smaller holding out his hand. Rosie smiled and took his hand in hers, running her thumb across the top of his fingers. She hummed alongside the phonograph and watched as he drifted off to sleep, breathing lightly as if the day had never even happened. Rosie kissed the top of his forehead, lingering for a minute more before whispering.

“Sweet dreams darling, I’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing can hurt you now, I promise.”

Having it all over with, Rosie was happy. It may take time for it all to heal, but at least in the moment, her friend, her little fawn was okay and for her, that was enough.

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theregressionlibrary · 3 months

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Agere/petre archieve promo post!!

Hi! Thought it was a good time to do one of these! So, if you don't know, this is The Regression Library! Here, we reblog and boost lovely age and pet regression related works such as fiction, headcanons, moodboards, audio recordings- anything!

A lot of people are too afraid to post their fandom regression stuff in the main tags and if a work is completely from scratch then it often struggles to get traction! So what TRL does is reblog and tag works accordingly and add them to our big big list so it's easy for people to find what they can enjoy!

Why send out a promo post? Well, to encourage people to submit more! As much as we love to go out and collect pieces ourselves, we can only search through so many tags. There are just so many different ways different people use tagging, and it's hard to think of all the different pieces of media out there that might have these themes! So! We would love for you and your friends to submit (by ask or DM) any works you have made or you have found. Original works or fandom related is great! Hope to see you soon!

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emodaryls · 2 months

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Dad’s Home !

Gender neutral | Father!Daryl Dixon / Little!Daryls Kid!Reader

Agere (Age Regression) SFW!!!! NOT KINK!!!!

Word count: 903 (?)

Summary: You wake up from a nap that you took to pass the time while waiting for Daryl (your dad) to home home. He makes dinner and you two snuggle and watch a movie !! :3

A/N: this is my first time seriously writing a fanfic… pls bear with me I’m sorry if it’s bad or not what u expected 🤧

The afternoon sun shines through the window, casting a warm glow in the room and rousing you from your sleep. You pull your blanket up higher, protecting yourself from the slight chill that lingers. You feel fuzzy.

You open your eyes and squint, taking in your surroundings. A nearly empty sippy cup with apple juice lays beside you, and a few of your stuffies have fallen off of your bed and onto the hardwood floor. Sitting up, you wrap the blanket around you and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet touch the floor with a light tap sound, and you get up to grab your stuffies. You feel bad for the stuffies, them having to be on the cold floor for god knows how long, but they forgive you. They always do.

You’re about to go back to your nap until you hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, along with boots shuffling. You walk over to the door and grab the handle, which is cold to the touch. It is winter after all.

You open the door and step out of your room, feet pattering against the cold hardwood floors. You rush downstairs and your eyes light up when you see your father setting down his bag and crossbow on the floor.

“Daddy!” You chime, rushing over to greet him. Your arms wrap around him, and Daryl lets out a low chuckle, returning the hug. You two embrace for a while, and then Daryl eventually separates and ruffles the top of your head.

“Hey, kiddo.” He speaks in a gentle yet raspy voice, one that he only uses with you. “How are ya? Did ya eat while I was gone?” He looks down at you with soft eyes, waiting for your response.

You answer by shaking your head no and go straight back to hugging him, head buried in his chest. You didn’t eat anything besides a few crackers. You were starving, your rumbling tummy showing it. Daryl chuckles again, and gently separates you from him.

“Ya want the usual?” He asks, moving towards the kitchen. “I found more boxes of the mac and cheese, I could make it for ya.” Your usual dinner was mac and cheese, chicken nuggets (or strips), and apples. You usually have water or apple juice with it as well.

“Yes..” you mumble, tone sleepy and childish. You’ve been regressing and feeling all fuzzy for most of the day. Being sleepy doesn’t help much with the fuzzy feeling.

You walk over to the couch and before you know it , your eyes are heavy and closing, and your breath slows. You fall asleep. Next thing you know, you feel your dad shaking you awake.

“Hey… wake up kid.” Daryl whispers, a hand on your shoulder that’s gently shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you’re met with the sight of your father gazing at you with soft eyes. You let out a mix of a tired hum and groan, stretching out your arms and legs.

“Yer foods ready. Nice and warm… better finish it ‘fore it gets cold.” He helps you sit up, grabbing your plate and sitting next to you. He blows on the food, cooling it down to a temperature where it won’t burn your mouth.

Your food is on your favorite plate as always. A baby/toddler plate that’s white with barriers to separate the food and keep it all from touching, and a rainbow-colored pattern on the base.

“How old are ya?” He asks, referring to the age you regress to.

You hold up 3 fingers. “Three!”

Daryl smiles and scoops up a bit of mac and cheese on a fork. “Alrigh’, here comes the airplane...” He moves the fork close to your mouth. You open your mouth, take the macaroni, chew, and then swallow.

You repeat this for about 7 minutes until the whole plate is empty. Daryl sets the plate down on the coffee table, and you shift closer to him. Your head rests on his side and he brings an arm around your shoulders. You snuggle closer, enjoying his embrace. You’ve always liked cuddling with your dad. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Suddenly, you scoot to the edge of the couch, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. You hand it to Daryl, hinting that you want to watch a movie. He catches the hint and he switches on the television. He taps your shoulder twice before getting up and grabbing a VCR of a movie, specifically Finding Nemo. It’s one of your favorites.

He puts the VCR in the player and the movie begins shortly after. You shift closer to Daryl, practically in his lap now, head resting against his chest. You two remain like this for a while until you fall asleep about halfway into the movie.

Daryl notices and he grabs your stuffie, placing it on your chest. He scoops you up into his arms and takes you upstairs to your room, the stairs creaking under his weight. He places you into the bed and pulls the covers up to your chest, tucking it in at the sides. Daryl watches you for a few moments before kneeling, brushing back your hair, and kissing your forehead.

“Night, kiddo… love ya, so much.”

He stands up, walking over to the door. He looks behind him for a moment, then gently shuts the door, letting you sleep in peace.

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littlespace-imagines · 7 months

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hello,, I don't know if you are taking requests and if you are not i'm sorry for the inconvenience!

but if you are, can you write a cg!Michael Myers x little!reader where the reader is overwhelmed because her workplace is too noisy and she ends up regressing to a very little age (like 1 year) and Michael comforts the reader with a bottle of chocolate milk and a lot of affection? :3

Cg!Michael Myers x little!reader

Contains: Fluff, comfort, Cg/l dynamics, baby regression

**Ageregression and littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

You just had to get home. You’re so close… so close to refuge.

You clutched the steering wheel so hard you felt the tension building in your knuckles.

Dont. Slip. It was just overwhelming, nothing happened.

Do. Not. Slip. Not now, not when you need to focus.

You’re almost there. So, so close… you can see your home.

You pulled into your driveway and almost forgot to put your car in park before turning it off, you hopped out the car and rushed inside the door slamming behind you harder than you would’ve liked. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Michael at the top of the stairs, staring you down from behind his mask as you sank to your knees, the emotions of the day hitting you now that you could feel it.

Before you knew it Michael had you scooped up into his arms, holding you close as he rubbed small circles on your back, something you had taught him that would help you. He picked you up, carrying you on his hip as he began doing something you were too distracted by your emotions to notice. The only sounds you heard was your sniffles, Michael’s soft breathing behind his mask, and the occasional creaking of the floor. The relief you felt from the silence making the vice like pressure and pain in your skull begin to subside. After a few minutes Michael sits down, pulling you into his lap, you wipe your eyes as you feel something squishy press against your lips, you open your mouth instinctively as Michael pressed the bottle into your mouth, you gave a content hum as the chocolate milk washed over your tongue. You snuggled up to Michael as he held you. You’d tell him later, but right now you were much too small to communicate and instead decided to just be here, in your Carer’s lap.

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naturesapphic · 7 months

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Can I please request Little Nat dropping into her little head space whilst she, Maria Hill and Wanda are out having a 'girls night out'.

Nat drops hards in the night club and just cries for reader Mummy.

Maria is furious with reader, who is her second in command for not telling her that an Avenger age regresses.

But Natty soon melts her heart by being a cute baby as they head back to SHIELD.

Maybe Natty instantly calls them Auntie Wanda and Auntie Maria.

I thought Natty could demand her paci the moment she see reader. Reader could use 'baby voice' with her, something like that?

Please and thank you 😊

Unsuccessful night out

Little!natasha romanoff x mommy!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression :)

“Yes baby we will be fine. One of us won’t drink so we can get home safely.” Nat explained to you as she had her hands on your waist and yours on top of her hands. “I know I know…but what if you…you know..” you quietly said to her. She frowns “I won’t do that. I can control it.” She defends.

You sigh “you’re right. I’m not overthinking it…you go have fun with Maria and Wanda baby. I love you.” You said softly as you lean up and gently kiss her on her lips. She smiles warmly at you and kisses you back. The kiss was quickly interrupted but whistling. You both pulled back and saw that Wanda was smirking at you and Maria was the one who was whistling.

“Atta girl nat!” Maria hollered and you blushed bright red which made all three of them laugh which made you pout. “Don’t worry y/n…we won’t have her out for too long”. Wanda said winking at you and you giggled. “Good, because she has work to do.” You reminded them and they all nodded in agreement besides Natasha who groaned in annoyance. You quickly said your goodbyes to your girlfriend and her friends and you went back to watching your favorite show.

~ at the club ~

“Anddddddd we are here!” Maria exclaimed excitedly as Wanda and nat followed close behind her. “I’ll go ahead and get us some drinks.” Wanda said as she walked by the two women and went to the bar. Natasha usually doesn’t go out into loud and public places that much anymore. It makes her uncomfortable and alert at all times. Maria can sense it and tries to help Natasha relax. “It’s okay! We will be with you the whole time to make sure nothing happens. Which nothing will happen, we are safe and everyone else is safe to. You can let your guard down Natasha.” Maria explained to her kindly and Nat smiled back in thanks.

Wanda came back with the drinks and they sat at a table, catching up with each other. Soon, Wanda and Maria were getting drunk as the night went on, while nat only had a shot. She can handle her alcohol well but she’s the one who’s supposed to be driving back home so she decided on just taking one shot just to do it.

Moments later, Wanda dragged Maria up on the dance floor and they were dancing away as nat just stared at them, watching over them. Then, out of no where, Natasha starting to feel weird. She knows this feeling and she can’t believe she feels it right now. Natasha is good at controlling her emotions but this one…this one she hasn’t mastered to do yet.

Maria looked over at nat and saw that she was acting different. Curious and worried, she walked over to her and immediately knew what was happening. Natasha is a little and right now, she’s in her space. She can hear nat calling out for you, saying mommy. How could you do this! You should have told her that an agent, let alone a avenger, is a age regressor. She’s gonna give you an ear full when they get back go shield.

Maria went over to nat and nat immediately cried out “I wan mommy! I wan mommy!!” She cried out. “Hey hey shhh shhh it’s okay…we will go see mommy right now.” She softly said close to her ear since the loudness of the music and people, she couldn’t hear Maria. “Stay right here little one. I’m gonna go get Wanda okay?” Maria told her. Natasha nodded and pouted at her. She kept mumbling under her breath about her mommy and wanting her paci. Maria quickly went over to Wanda and dragged her away from the dance floor much to Wanda’s dismay. “Hey! Get your hands off me you prude! I’m tryna to dance here.” Wanda said to Wanda and Maria rolled her eyes and pointed to nat.

Wanda looked over at nat who was sucking on her thumb and looking scared at the crowd of people. Wanda frowned and followed close behind Maria as they approached the little spider. “Hey little one. Ready to go home now to see your mommy?” Maria questioned her and Natasha immediately perked up at the sound of your name and she immediately nodded her head yes. They grabbed Natasha and decided to call a cab since both wanda and her couldn’t drive back home since there was some alcohol in their system and they didn’t want to risk it.

As they were on the way back home, Maria called you and she was pissed. “Hey Maria, is nat oka-.” You started but was interrupted by Maria saying “how come you didn’t tell me nat was an age regressor?!” She quietly shouted at you through the phone and you grimaced. Natasha heard Maria shouting at you and she glared at Maria saying “don chu talks to mys mommy wike dat! I cans beats chu ups!.” Nat growled cutely at Maria and Wanda put her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh.“Nat didn’t feel comfortable telling anyone…it wasn’t my job to tell her business.” You explained to her but she wasn’t having it.

“I understand it’s y’all’s business but at least tell fury so he knows. What if she was out in battle and she got Into her space? We have to think ahead like that y/n!” She continued and you sighed through the phone. “I understand but I didn’t want to make nat mad for telling y’all.” You said to her. She sighs “I get that but please next time, if you know anything like that or something else big, let me know at least okay?” She pleaded you and you said okay and y’all said your goodbyes as you hung up the phone. Nat still was glaring at Maria and Wanda was trying to get her attention but she wasn’t having it. “Why chu means ats mys mommy!” Nat exclaimed and Maria nervously chuckled. “She didn’t tell me something important and I’m pissed at her

The three girls arrived at shield and Natasha was bouncing around in the cab, waiting to see you. You stood outside of the building as the cab pulled up and you could see nat waving at you cutely. Maria opened the door and Natasha climbed over Maria and ran out the door, running to you. “Mommy mommy!” She screamed out. You smiled big and opened your arms out for her. She ran into them and you picked her up and spun her around. She giggled loudly then her face got serious for a second which Lowkey kinda scared you. “Paci.” Was all that nat said and you chuckled at her. “Paci! Now!” Natasha demanded and you smiled at her and pulled her favorite paci out from your pocket. Natasha’s face lit up even more when she saw her favorite paci and immediately grabbed it and started sucking on it.

You gave her a kiss on her cheek as she laid her head on your shoulder playing with your necklace. “Well we are gonna head on to our rooms now. Goodnight y/n. Goodnight nat.” Wanda and Maria said as they walked pass you. “Ni ni auntie Wands an auntie Maria!” Nat said sleepily as she waved them goodbye. “Good manners babygirl.” You praised nat and she blushes bright red at the praise. “Come on angel. Let’s go to bed now. You had a big night tonight.” You say as you walk into the building and head to y’all’s room. She nodded and slowly started to fall asleep on you and you smiled. “I love you so much babygirl.” You said softly to her as you lay her down in the bed and cover her up. Soon after that, you joined her and the both of you fall asleep in each others arms.

A/n: I hope the person who requested this likes it! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed and remember to stay hydrated and to rest. I love y’all and I hope you have a good day!

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lttl3babybug · 3 months

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Are you okay with people 18+ interacting? Do you do Hazbin Hotel requests

If so can you do headcanons or a fic about Alastor with a little who accidentally summoned him to Earth

@babiegurlmuffin

I am a-okay with people 18+ interacting as long as they’re here for complete sfw reasons and have a sfw account as I am still a minor myself! Thank you for asking sweetheart :3

Of course I can write that for you! You’re my first hazbin request! (Even tho I posted a stimboard before this, this has been sat in my request box for like 2 weeks now) How exciting!! Hope you like this!!

Crayon scribbles

Your day had been terrible to put it lightly, too loud, too bright, too much. So when you could retreat home to your little space god were you ecstatic, the calming hues of your room immediately setting your mind at ease. Between the pacifier between your lips and your comfiest outfit on you were ready for a relaxing night.

It was all going so smoothly, laying on the floor while an old Disney cartoon played on your laptop and cuddled up to an old deer plush. Red crayon in hand, happily doodling away until it started to burn, dropping it out of instinct. “Huh…” you mumble, maybe it was hand cramp. Attempting to pick it up again, once again you heard the singe of the paper as if touched your skin. This time it was accompanied by the loud static of ah old radio and a bright red light coming from your paper. Scrambling away, plushie in hand you watched as a figure formed at the centre of the light. Then it all stopped. And he was there.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance! I am Alastor, the radio demon, although I assume you knew that since you summoned me! Now how may I be of assistance?”

The large smile plastered across his face wasn’t helping the immense fear you felt, tears burning in your eyes as he held his hand out for you to shake, “Why are you here?” Your voice came out small and weak, cowering away from the self proclaimed ‘Radio Demon’ standing in the middle of your bedroom.

He bent down to meet your gaze, scanning your scared expression. “You don’t…know who I am?” he asked with a confused laugh. The radio filter over his voice wavering momentarily, you shook your head clutching the deer close to you. “Well, that makes things a lot more complicated doesn’t it?” He stood upright once again, pulling you with him.

“Whatever is going on here?” Alastor raised an eyebrow and prodded a few of your drawings and stuffies with his cane, a confused expression written across his face as he did so. He eyed up the pacifier in your mouth and hummed lightly, “aren’t you a little too old for that?” He mused, a smirk on his face. You shook your head, “No…no sir, I don’t think so”. You sounded so scared, so confused. It was almost getting to him. Almost. The picture of innocence stood before him, having accidentally summoned him with simple crayon scribbles. Well he couldn’t not play along! Tilting your chin up with his index finger and examining your features, “how old are you my dear?”

Such an innocent question, such a complex answer. “…4” you’d mumble past the pacifier, then it clicked in him. He’d seen this before in a few of his acquaintances at the hotel, “Why of course! How could I be so silly to think you were anything but I little fawn, well aren’t you just darling” he’d changed his demeanour quite rapidly. Pinching your cheek and straightening out your outfit so it sat right. This was new…and strange, but it felt right. Watching him fuss over you while he led you towards your bed, sitting down on it and patting the spot beside him and not knowing why, you sat next to him.

“My my, someone’s had quite the big day haven’t they?” He hummed, turning to to face him, “and what’s this one’s name?” He asked politely pointing towards your stuffed deer, “…’s called Lena” you mumbled from behind your pacifier. He hummed in content before looking around and spotting your laptop on the floor, “Hm, I see your a fan of those noisy screens.” A sense of distaste in his voice, you watched as he closed the laptop screen with his cane and pushed it to the side. “You’ll be having none of that while I’m here little one, just good old fashioned radio” Alastor proudly declared, standing up and tapping his cane on the floor.

That horrible scratchy static returned until he bonked it once again, it started playing a calming melody. He ruffled your hair and laid you down in your bed, tucking you in under your fleece blankets the music soothed you. It helped you forget your worries of today, helped you forget how scary everything was moments ago when he’d just appeared in your room. Now here he was, humming you a soft tune and sending you off to sleep. “Rest well little fawn. You know where to find me if needed…”

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nicksbestie · 2 months

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hi as of like yesterday yr requests are still open so i hope this isn’t a bother ! but anyway i was hoping to see some caregiver!reader + agere!johnnie ? preferably gnc reader but fem would also be okay ( whatever prior relationship you want :] ) don’t have many ideas for plot aside from maybe johnnie has had a bad day/is really stressed out so he kinda starts isolating himself, which reader respects but is also really worried about him :( so after a while reader uses maybe like a spare key to go into johnnie’s room and at first it just seems like he’s just upset but as reader starts trying to get johnnie to open up and trying to comfort him, he regresses which makes him more upset/panicky. whether reader has prior knowledge of regression is up to you but in general they’re just really sweet and supportive trying to calm johnnie down <3 maybe they eat dinner/reader feeds johnnie, and watch a movie/cartoon while cuddling ? ( little spoon johnnie ofc ) anyways feel free to add or take away anything i just want johnnie to be taken care of and as an agere i am totally projecting lol

Secrets - Johnnie Guilbert

Summary : Johnnie's biggest secret is exposed without him being ready, but it goes better than he thinks it will.

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : descriptions of mental health issues, depression, and isolation

Word Count : 1541

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Everyone has secrets. Some of them are terrible ones, skeletons in your closet, ones that would ruin many people’s lives should they escape out into the public. Others are small and simple, things they just like to keep to themselves, and wouldn’t hurt anyone if other people knew, they just don’t want them to be everyone’s business. Some people keep secrets to protect themselves because they would be embarrassed about it if anyone found out. Everyone keeps secrets, and sometimes they’re revealed at the wrong time. Johnnie had secrets, and he was in no way prepared for his biggest one to be exposed to anyone, especially not you, but sometimes life goes in ways that we just can’t predict.

Johnnie had been struggling a lot lately. That wasn’t a secret, and although you knew about it, you didn’t pressure him very much. He wasn’t the type to open up when he was overly pushed about whatever was wrong, and you wanted him to feel safe and comfortable coming to you when he was ready, and not before that. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t concerned, because you most definitely were. This bad spell for him was bordering on being one of his worst ones ever, and you were about to step in, because you couldn’t stand to see him hurting on his own any longer, even if that was what he told you he wanted.

Johnnie had begun to isolate himself for almost every hour of the day, only exiting his room to eat and use the bathroom. He didn’t talk much to you out loud, texting instead, as it took much less energy out of him to take that route. He didn’t like to talk about it, despite knowing that he most definitely needed to. You hated how he could be so self destructive, but you knew that you did the exact same thing when you felt the way that he did. So, you respected his space and always let him have it when he asked for it. However, it normally didn’t last this long, thus feeling the massive worry that encased your mind.

After a couple more hours, you continued to let your worry grow, but you decided to do something about it. You hated the fact that you were about to ignore the boundaries that Johnnie had put into place, but you were seriously concerned, and you hoped that he would be able to understand and forgive you should he be upset with your decision. You grabbed the spare key that unlocked all the doors in the house, kept in the kitchen just in case of emergencies, and gently knocked on his bedroom door. You weren’t going to just barge in, you wanted to give him the chance to open it himself. When he didn’t reply, you softly called out to him, telling him that you were going to open the door. He didn’t argue, so you did just that.

Walking into his room, you noticed that the blinds were closed, the lights were off, and he was quietly laying in his bed, staring at the wall. You immediately laid down next to him, letting him curl up next to you. You noticed the stained tear tracks on his cheeks, your heart breaking for him as he simply laid there. You let the both of you cuddle in silence, not wanting this to be a heartbreaking moment for the both of you, so you didn’t break the silence for a while. You knew that you should probably talk about what was going on, but the moment was so peaceful that you didn’t want to say anything. You both laid there quietly for about half an hour, taking in the comfort of the other’s presence, before you said anything.

“We should talk about this, baby. It’s getting worse this time.”

You could feel him shake his head against your chest.

“No. I don’t want to talk.”

“Honey, it’s important-”

“No!”

Woah. He very rarely snapped at you. He had almost never snapped at you, especially not when he was feeling like this. But, in all fairness, you had pushed him a little bit. You could feel the tears from his eyes soaking your shirt, and you decided to not speak any more for a little bit. You gently pulled his face up, wiping his tears away with the soft pads of your thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, brushing his hair out a bit with your fingers. You noticed that his eyes were widened more, much more glassy, and you definitely were concerned about it, but you brushed it off to the tears causing it.

You were more surprised when he pulled away from you, as he had never done that. You gently reached out to try and cuddle him again, but you noticed that he wouldn’t even look at you. He seemed to be panicking about something, and you couldn’t figure out what it was. You weren’t upset with him, but from the anxiety radiating off of his body, you could tell that he probably felt like you were. So, you immediately spoke up to try and help him recognize the fact that he was always safe and loved with you.

“Love, what’s wrong? It’s all going to be okay.”

You were now completely confused, as the second that you spoke, your boyfriend burst into tears. He seemed to be absolutely inconsolable, crying nearly at the top of his lungs and clutching the squishmallow on his bed tightly between his arms. You didn’t know what else to do besides just hug him, whispering comforting words as you told him that everything was going to work out, and that you were here for him. It wasn’t until he looked up at you with the same glassy-eyed look as earlier and spoke a few words when you realized what was going on.

When a choked out “I sorry” left his lips, you put together the look in his eyes, and unexpected crying, and the clutched stuffie, and immediately realized what was happening. Your boyfriend had slipped right into his littlespace, a littlespace that you were completely unaware of, and was absolutely distraught. You had been a caregiver in a previous relationship, and you quickly controlled your shocked face, bringing him as close to you as possible and gently stroking through his hair.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You’re safe, angel, nothing to be sorry for. I’ve got you, you’re going to be alright.”

It took a lot of repetitive words and soft praises for Johnnie to relax, his crying eventually slowing when he realized that you weren’t upset with him, and that you were still there and still loving him despite his newfound headspace. He wrapped himself back around you, seeming to become a very quiet little. You were more than excited to get to know him in his headspace, so excited to get to love and spoil a little one, as it had been a long time. Less than an hour later, the two of you were still curled up next to each other, you simply hugging your little boy and whispering sweet nothings to him as he relaxed. You both enjoyed the quality time, and as it turns out, Johnnie is a very silent little, despite when he’s not upset. It wasn’t for another half an hour or so that you moved, and you probably wouldn’t have moved at all had it not been for Johnnie’s stomach growling.

You held his hand as you walked to the kitchen, calling him the most adorable as he rubbed his eyes with a fist. You put some chicken nuggets in the oven for him, before you went to the bathroom and you helped him remove the makeup that he’d put on that morning. He hadn’t gone anywhere, but he put it on to cover the dark circles under his eyes. You were gentle but bubbly, and you noticed that your little loved to laugh, and giggled at every funny face you made at him. Dinner went quite smoothly, him eating all of it, which absolutely warmed your heart, as he hadn’t been eating much lately due to his depressive slump.

Little Johnnie seemed to love food, and you were grateful for that, because you didn’t want dinner time to cause him to be upset again. After he had finished eating, you got him a popsicle from the freezer, wrapped it in a paper towel so his hands didn’t get cold, and tucked him in on the couch while you cleaned up the plate and put it into the dishwasher. He was wrapped up in a blanket, cuddled with his stuffie, and you sat down next to him as soon as you were done. You gently tapped through channels and shows as you waited for your little one to pick a cartoon he’d like to watch, finally settling on “Spongebob”, and he immediately wrapped himself back up in your arms.

He’d been in a dark episode for a while, but now, it seemed like he was able to see the light at the end of it, and you couldn’t wait to be here to help him through it all.

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leelee1234love · 4 days

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Green Daddy?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Daddy!Bruce Banner x little!reader

Summary: Bruce turns into hulk….

Warnings: swearing,fighting,shouting,arguing,crying!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Calm down You big Green Giant!” Tony said as he tried to hold onto the back of his arm.

Steve groans in pain as he feels the wall he was just thrown into break an echo going through the whole building.

Hulk threw his arm, causing Tony to go flying head first into a desk, luckily he was in his Ironman suit.

“Fuck me….” Nat said trying to catch her breath as she was also thrown off of hulks back, flipping her in the air directly onto the ground.

And that was when they heard a tiny voice amongst the shouting.

“Dada?”

“Sam” Tony shouted as he got up again trying to keep Bruce away from you.

Motherfucker. “Morning sweetie c’mere” Sam said in a high pitched voice as he held his arms out for you but you began to cry catching hulks attention.

“Dada? I want dada” you cried as you tried to push Sam’s arms off of you.

“C’mon pumpkin calm down” Sam said to you but it sounded more to himself when he saw hulk was walking towards you two.

He took two giant stomps whilst throwing Nat onto the floor and Thor into a wall.

“Cupcake?” Hulk roared as he stormed towards you and Sam.

“Fuck..fuck..” Sam muttered to himself as he shielded you behind him as you cried.

“Dada! I want my dada!” You cried as you tried to push Sam off of you.

You had seen hulk before, only once. And he accidentally bruised your arm from being too strong, but he didn’t mean to and everyone knew that except Bruce. He swore to never be around you as hulk after that.

Untiiiil now.

“Let her go” hulk roared to Sam as he tried to push him without hurting you.

“Hey you better get back! Because if you don’t then banner is gonna kill me!” Sam yelled and hulk shrugged pushing Sam away into the kitchen sides.

You gasped a cry when you saw Sam be thrown like that. “Dada! We don’t hurt friends!” You cried at him shaking a finger at him like he does to you.

Hulk sat down making the whole ground move.

He then hesitantly held his hand out, you walked onto it holding onto his finger when he lifted his hand up to his face.

“Cupcake” he mumbled to you softly, well soft for hulk anyway.

You was now eye to eye to him and he leaned in and gave you a ‘little’ peck on the nose but from his size it was more of a slobbery big kiss.

You giggled wiping your face.

You watched hulk slowly turn into your ‘normal dada’ again.

And instead of being in his hand you was now in his arms.

Bruce hugged you tightly breathing in your scent for comfort.

“Cupcake…you okay?” Bruce mumbled into your messy hair and you nodded

“M’tired dada” you yawned making him chuckle.

“Alright cupcake” he smiled holding you on his hip.

“Bruce?” Sam groaned in pain as he stood up.

“I’m sorry Sam..you alright?”

“Yeah no I’m great” Sam said sarcastically making you giggle.

“I’ll take care of these guys, you go get her to bed” Sam smiled at you giving your cheek a squish.

“Alright, see you in a bit” he said before taking you back to your bedroom.

“Dada you was Green! Like a booger!” You squealed making him laugh.

“I know baby..I know” he said through a chuckle.

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