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kitty-agere-fics · 5 months

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Dada's Little Angel

Little!Reader, CG!Soobin TW: Panic attack, sensory sensitive reader Request Info - - - - Masterlist

You and Soobin were at a shopping mall when music could be hear playing in the background. "Binnie?" You ask softly, nervously, not getting his attention immediately. "Dada!" Your voice becomes louder, more panicked. Soobin gently strokes your cheek, trying to calm you down, "Hey, hey, what's wrong, Kiddo? Talk to me. Talk to Dada. What's going on?"

You look up at Soobin, tears in your eyes. "Too much," you whimper softly. 'Too much what, Kiddo? Can you tell Dada what's going on, sweet Angel?" "People…noise…everything.." You talk softly, fighting tears. Soobin gives you a quick hug. "Oh, Y/N-ie. Oh, sweet little angel.," he whispers, "It's okay, Kiddo. It's okay, my Angel. Dada is here. Right here, Angel." He gently kisses your forehead before gently pulling you through the crowds, "Come on, Angel. We're going to go somewhere quieter." Soobin pulls you into a family restroom and hugs you closely, trying to calm you. "Shhh, Angel, it's alright. Dada's got you. Dada's here." He whispers softly. "Dada, too much," you whimper, crying into his shoulder. Soobin rubs your back gently, trying to calm you. "Don't cry, Kiddo. It's okay, my Angel," he whispers, keeping his voice soft to not overwhelm you further. "Dada, want go home. Pwease, Dada," you look up at him, teary eyed and afraid. He kisses the top of your head. "Okay, okay." He whispers. "Look, at me Angel. Dada wants to go to one more store, just one. Then we can go home, okay? Can you do one more store for Dada? I think you'll really like this one. It's also right by the exit, so it should be a bit quieter." He smiles at you, a soft, caring smile on his face. You nod slowly. "Okay. Let's get your headphones on you, Angel. But, you need to hold my hand the whole time. You're too little to walk around without holding Dada's hand. Okay, my Angel?" He puts a pair of noise cancelling headphones on you and gently wipes your tears away from your face. He takes your hand and leads you back through the mall and towards the exit. He leads you into a small store that has no one in it. He walks up to the front register and speaks with the lady at the counter. The lady hands Soobin a box. He thanks her, then the two of you leave. You and Soobin arrive home about ten minutes later. "Go sit on the couch, Angel. Dada needs to go get something really fast." He sets the box on the coffee table, in front of the couch before quickly going down the hall. He comes back into the room, holding a box cutter. He opens the box, double checking that he knows what's inside. He smiles and hands you the box. "Open it, Angel," he says softly, "Dada got you a present." You take the box and pull out a plushie. It's Hello Kitty holding a heart. The heart has something written on it. "What is say, Dada?" You ask softly. "It say's Dada's Little Angel," he smiles and gently kisses the top of your head. "Thank 'oo, Dada!" You smile excitedly, memory of the panic fading already.

This is the plushie that I use for inspo for the plushie that Soobin gets for reader :-)

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comicfive · 3 months

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"𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝."

— 🌙🍼🪽🌌 — five hargreeves' little girl <3

⭐️ | hi, little space cadets / and or cg stars ! <3

🌙 — im moon, you can call me moony, moon, any fem term <3 | im a 15 year old age regressor that regresses to the age of 2-5 ! i do not have a caregiver and yes i am looking! :) 🍼

(ill have a google form, your age will have to be confirmed because I AM a MINOR 🚨)

i would love to talk to anons, my asks and requests are open! here’s the things i offer :)

headcanons (for shows and things i know :))

dni banners!

paci icons!

short one shots ! :)

⭐️ — ABOUT ME 🌙

𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒: moon <3

𝑎𝑔𝑒: 15

𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒: 2-5

𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠: they/them (fem nicknames & petnames preferred)

𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒: est :)

— INTERESTS

the umbrella academy!

harry potter!

heartstopper!

stranger things!

mlp!

bluey!

descendants!

txt!

etc <3

— FAVE CHARACTERS

the umbrella academy: five, klaus & viktor ! <3

harry potter: draco malfoy & george weasley <3

heartstopper: charlie spring <3

stranger things: will byers <3

mlp: fluttershy <3

bluey: bingo <3

descendants: carlos <3

txt: OT5 <3

DNI LIST:

racism, ableism, sexism, homophobia, anti agere, nsfw, ageplay, etc.

ANON LIST: no one yet :)

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babybearcookie · 2 years

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Dubaddu Wari Wari

this was requested

this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

word count: 2,3k gender neutral reader

“Wait, so you invited your partner... to watch you practice dancing... as a date?” Taehyun questioned Yeonjun when the elder had told them why he wanted to practice by himself after they’ve done with their official practice session of the day. “Yeah! I’ve caught them watching my liveshows where I practice a few times and they said that they love to see it but don’t want to intrude on our group’s practice time, so I asked if they wanted to hang out while I practiced by myself, and, Taehyun, you should’ve seen the excitement on their cute little face.” Yeonjun giggled as he thought back to when he had proposed the idea to you. “Huh, you can do that?” he heard Taehyun mumble to himself. Yeonjun could see his gears turning and let out a small snort as he could practically see the younger make a mental note of that for the future.

“Yeah, you can. Now, scram! They’ll be here any minute and I don’t want any of you here when they arrive!” Yeonjun all but pushed them out of the room. Beomgyu laughed his little menace-laugh; “are you afraid that they’ll rather be with one of us when they see us? I mean, I’d get it. I would get tired of your ugly mug too if I knew I had other options.” he snickered, but before Yeonjun had the chance to grab him to get him back for his teasing words, Soobin had placed his hand on the small of the little demon’s back, gently guiding him out of the practice room faster. “Hyung, I guess I don’t have to tell you to be responsible but still, make sure you lock up and stuff when you’re done and don’t be home too late.” Yeonjun nodded, hurrying the leader out of the room too, scoffing at the tone the younger had with him, letting out an ‘aish’ and telling the other not to worry but just to get going already. Before he was completely alone in the room, waiting for you, he heard Huening Kai yell ‘good luck and have fun’ to him, appreciating the youngest’s encouraging words.

Before you were to arrive, he made a quick tidy of the room. Since the other members had picked up their things, the room wasn’t in much disarray, but he still made sure to kick some of his clothes and shoes to the side where his bag was and to place his used towel into his bag, pulling a fresh one out to place it on top of it. As much as he had warned you that he was most likely going to be pretty gross when you arrived, he still would like to be as presentable as possible. The relationship, although pretty stable, was still fairly new to both of you. He had yet to show himself not fresh out of the shower to you; you hadn’t even been over to the dorm yet. He liked you, a lot, but he still wanted to know that the relationship would last a long time before inviting you over. You understood completely, since he also shared the space with 4 other boys, it made sense that Yeonjun would keep the space as the last introduction to his world, not wanting to soil a safe space for his friends and himself. You were just happy to still be getting to know the many sides of him and having your own little happy bubble for the time being.

You had also slowly let him in on your many sides as a person. It had been a tough decision, but you had let in on the fact that you regressed fairly early. He had been invited over to your place and, wanting to continuously impress him, you had cleaned your entire apartment, and had thought to have stashed away all your stuffed animals and other things that pertain to your age regression, but he was a curious man and accidentally stumbled on your stash, almost quite literally. You had your regression stuff in a basket underneath your bed and had, apparently, not pushed it in far enough, as he could feel it against his socked foot as he was walking beside your bed. He pulled out the basket to find a bunch of stuffed animals, some colouring books along with crayons, and a few colourful shirts and shorts that would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb in your closet. When he asked about it, you couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about his findings, so you asked him if he was weirded out by it or something like that. He was quick to reassure you that he was honestly just curious about it, with no negativity involved in his feeling of curiosity whatsoever. And so, you told him about age regression and why you do it, and he just listened the entire time, at some point grabbing your hand to hold it, supporting you through talking about something so personal.

If you had to ask Yeonjun, that was the point in your relationship where he could feel it shift into something more serious. The fact that you had shared such a vulnerable thing with him, it warmed his heart and made him feel like the two of you would last a long time. Which was why he invited you over as an audience to his dance practice, slowly inviting you into his world.

He heard a small knock on the door to the practice room, making his smile grow wide as he knew that it was you. He jogged over to the door and opened it, only to see you with just as big a smile on your lips. “Baby! Hi!” Yeonjun exclaimed, hugging you instantly. You giggled at his excitement and got a quiet ‘hi!’ out too before he took your hand and brought you further into the space, closing the door after you.

“Welcome to my home away from home! I think I use the same amount of time here as I do at the dorms, so it really is almost a home.” he chuckled and rubbed his neck in a nervous fashion. You had picked up on some of his habits, and over-explaining and rubbing his neck were two of the things he did when he felt nervous or awkward. You placed a hand on his shoulder to calm his nerves while looking around the huge room. It was sleek and quite stylish for a practice room for dancing but you had somewhat expected that since it was HYBE. As you looked around with your mouth open in wonder, Yeonjun couldn’t pry his eyes off of you. He enjoyed your presence so much, loving the energy you brought to his life. It was easy for him to forget to appreciate the small things, the normal things, but you somehow kept him grounded and reminded him that there was so much good and beauty in the simple things, which was something he hadn’t exactly said to you, but he saw it when you had explained age regression to him. He loved the fact that you got to take a second to enjoy the small joys in life, that you get that magic of being impressed by small things again. Before he realised, the words came from his mouth; “I love the way you enjoy life,” which got you beet red, whining and hiding in his chest, making him chuckle at your reaction. He teased you a bit more before getting you to sit down to the side as he went over to press play on his phone which was hooked up to the sound system.

He danced to a few of his group’s songs, with you clapping and cheering him on in the background, causing him to mess up some of the choreography with the tips of his ears growing redder and redder before you heard the start of MOA Diary come on. Yeonjun smirked and looked at you as he turned towards you and started dancing. He had been facing the mirror the entire time he was practicing, so it was a shift in energy in the room when he suddenly was facing you. He made the performance extra cute and sweet for you. He knew you were likely to tease him a bit for his use of aegyo moves while dancing, but he wanted you to have fun while watching. When he had danced through most of the song, he saw you dancing along. It was the simpler moves in the chorus but it made him so happy to see you picking up on the choreography to a song that was so special to him.

He finished the song like he was on Music Bank with his own ending fairy moment obviously with you in mind, blowing a kiss directly to you. You clapped so much and stood up to run to him, throwing your arms around him, exclaiming that he was ‘so cool!’. He brought his arms around you in a tight hug, only to lift you and spin you around, his smile growing even wider as he heard your giggles. When he let you down on the floor again, he could tell there was something different about you. You had been looking kind of anxious most of the time you were watching him, even if you were enjoying yourself, and he understood that it was a new place and a new situation, so he would be surprised if you had been able to fully relax, but as he looked at you, you looked completely free of any concerns, cutely trying to repeat the moves from MOA Diary in the mirror, giggling as you watched yourself. Yeonjun found himself studying you and your change in attitude, wondering what it could be. It had been such a drastic change that he didn’t think you had just been feeling more comfortable, because that usually came gradually, so what was it?

“Jjunie, Jjunie! Look! Y/N dance too!” It was the way you were referring to yourself in third person and the higher pitch of your voice that made him come to the conclusion that you had probably regressed, watching him dance, and that his antics during MOA Diary were the tipping point for you. “I see that, baby! You’re doing so great! Even better than Jjunie!” he chuckled and went behind you, watching you through the mirror. “Want Jjunie to teach you?” If there was something he felt he was the best at, it was being able to teach someone a dance, and since he felt slightly lost in what to do as you were regressed, he had the idea to teach you MOA Diary, to give himself a bit more confidence in the situation. You nodded wildly, showing great enthusiasm at the thought of learning the dance.

The first thing Yeonjun tried was to dance beside you, trying to break down the moves into bite-sized portions, but you had trouble with that if your whines and small cries were anything to go by, so he turned to stand behind you and move your limbs in the correct way, slowly but surely teaching you the dance. Your big grins and your small ‘oh’s or ‘woah’s made him thoroughly enjoy the different way of teaching a dance. He'd found that he’d do most things to see you be so impressed and happy as you were when you got a move right.

The two of you stayed for a bit longer than you were supposed to, but were happy with the time you had spent dancing and having fun. He asked one of the managers that were staying late if it was possible to get a ride home and he said yes. The manager got your address and drove to your apartment first, letting Yeonjun take his time, walking you to your front door. It seemed you had de-regressed, or whatever it was called, on the way home in the car, which probably had something to do with the stranger that was in the tight space with you. “Thank you for letting me hang out today, and for teaching, um, me, the MOA dance,” you said, slightly embarrassed. He smiled at you, cupping your cheek with his big hand, and leaned in for a kiss. You closed your eyes to savour his lips on yours and opened them again when he pulled away, to see his fond eyes and a sweet smile playing on his lips. “It was my pleasure, really.”

You said your goodbye and goodnights and he got back into the car to get home to his dorm. He thanked the manager for the ride and got inside, putting his shoes and jacket away like he normally would, though, he wasn’t exactly aware of his surroundings, as his group members were sitting on the couch, which was not that far from the front door, only noticing them as Beomgyu spoke, scaring Yeonjun so much that he jumped back from the shock. “Well, well, well, look who’s home late,” the younger spoke, and Yeonjun swore he could see small horns on his forehead, maybe even a tail swishing back and forth behind his back. He scoffed at the younger, “it’s not that late,” but Soobin brought his wrist up to look at the watch strapped in around it, “sorry to say, hyung, but it’s a bit over midnight.” Yeonjun looked up at the clock they had on the wall, ready to call bullshit, but Soobin was right. It was 12:14 AM. Most of the boys in front of him smirked, knowing now that Yeonjun had not at all kept an eye on the time, his focus most likely being somewhere else, on someone else. “So, hyung~, when do we get to meet the love of your life?” Huening Kai asked in a sickly-sweet voice, making Yeonjun scoff, his ears red at all the attention and questions. “Never, if you don’t behave,” Yeonjun answered, hearing whines behind him as he went into his bedroom to get some sleep and, hopefully, dream about you.

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lullabytaeyong · 1 year

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TXT As Webkinz! 👾 🖥

#tomorrow x together #txt agere #kpop agere #sfw agere #webkinz #kpop #age regression #fluff #cute #plushies #stuffed animals #kidcore #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai

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strawbnixie · 10 months

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water sprite/water faery + agere moodboard <3

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swee7dream · 5 months

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slowly but surely zhong chenle x f!reader | 2.3k words

summary: it's the end of the year but you are finding it very difficult to be in celebratory mood.

genre: angst & fluff :3

warnings: internalized anti-agere kinda ?? not rly lolz super quick mention of a panic attack but not in depth. lmk if i missed any !!!

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

You’re going to quit your job.

You are, you’re making a promise to yourself about it and you have already decided to honor the promises you make to yourself this coming year. You are going to quit your job and nothing is going to stand in your way this time.

Only your boss would talk about an end-of-year party as a ‘compulsory team meeting’. You were supposed to have a nice simple evening with Chenle at home, making dinner together and then watching the fireworks until one of you falls asleep. A nice simple evening that did not have you hyperventilating in the bathroom out of fear you would be let go.

The plan was to stop by the store as soon as you finished your shift to ensure you got the freshest ingredients for the pesto pasta recipe you found on Pinterest and get more than the advised portions because you know for a fact half of it will end up on your kitchen floor when the play-fighting gets out of hand.

It was meant to be a night of relaxing and reflecting and not any of what you are feeling right now: stressed, angry, and murderous.

You take a sniff of your clothes as you walk from the bus stop back home, wondering if you can still wear this jacket out tomorrow or if you’ll smell like you bathed in alcohol fully dressed. Moisture seeps through your boot and into your sock from a puddle you didn’t notice on the sidewalk a couple of minutes back and you feel your entire body rejecting the sensation.

You mumble to yourself while doing quick work of inputting the PIN code to your front door lock, squeezing your eyes tight in an attempt to bring moisture back to your dried-out eyes.

‘Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep!’

The plan for the night repeats like a broken record in your mind, mentally pushing yourself to go on just a little longer. You let out a sigh of relief when the lock finally sings its tune of entrance after three failed attempts.

“There’s my girl. I thought someone was trying to break in or something.”

The mental image of you talking with your dolls and stuffed animals shatters like a priceless vase, the shards amounting to the grains of sand in the sea.

“Hi.” You drop your bag on the floor the second you have a foot inside. You were so excited about tonight, how could you forget so quickly? Your boyfriend is so excited to see you and all you can think about is how you want everyone to die, that’s rich.

“Hey.” Chenle’s smile drops at your lack of enthusiasm. “You okay?”

“Okay… Just tired. ‘m gonna take a bath, ‘kay?” Your lips barely part as you speak and your feet don’t lift an inch from the floor, shuffling down the hallway instead. Tongue trapped between your teeth, you stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret on the way to the bathroom.

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Your own gasp wakes you and you find that you’ve fallen asleep in the tub. How long have you been asleep? The water’s not exactly warm anymore and you see your fingertips have pruned up like raisins. You poke at them while leaning over the edge before sighing. Chenle’s out there waiting for you, you remind yourself, you can’t just stay pruned up like this forever.

Only for a little bit longer. You hug your knees to your chest and rest your cheek on one of them as you watch all the water from your bath swirl down the drain like a whirlpool. You can’t help but blow your lips together, mimicking the sounds you think pirates caught in a whirlpool would make.

A knock at the door.

“Everything alright in there?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be right there.” The sound of your voice surprises you, feeling it’s much deeper than it should be for some reason.

The heat coming up from the vents is still too cold for you and although you know you should keep moving to feel warm, you find it much more comfortable to just stand in place on the rug.

Water drips off you and onto the rug and the towel wrapped tight around you where you shiver. Your hair is wet and heavy and if looks could kill, the shirt you planned to change into would be on fire at the moment. The feeling of heavy, damp hair wetting your new shirt makes you roll your eyes a bit, but the knowledge of your boyfriend on the other side of the door pushes you to endure it.

You’re in your own home but you sure don’t act like it, shuffling shyly out of the bathroom with uncertain steps.

“Le?”

“Oh.” He looks up from the shelf he was carefully inspecting before. “Hey baby. Good bath?”

“…yeah. What are you holding?”

“This?” He lifts his hand. “It’s one of your crayons. I found it lying on the floor and was just looking where to put it back.”

“It’s not mine,” You state firmly with a swift snatch. “It’s my nephew’s. He came over recently.”

“…your nephew colors with glitter crayons?” Chenle tries not to eye the grip you have that crayon in.

“Yeah. He does. Is that a problem?” You tuck the crayon into the pocket of your pajama pants quickly and make your way over to the kitchen.

“It’s not a problem, I just didn’t know he moved on so fast from his ‘arts and crafts is boring’ stage.”

“He’s coming around to it.” You move around the kitchen quickly, filling and turning on the kettle.

“Good for him.” Chenle stands slowly, when did his back start hurting like this? Is he getting old? Well, he is already balding. But that’s because of the hair dye, right? It’ll grow back. Probably.

“Yeah.” You toss a tea bag into a mug. “That’s just how kids are. Thank you for finding it.”

“Mhm.”

He takes notice of how you haven’t made eye contact with him since you snatched the crayon from him, how you still don’t. You try cracking your knuckles and wrists again and again, ignoring the fact that you already did before and nothing will pop for the next while or so.

You’re lying.

Why are you lying?

“Well, now I’m jealous.” Chenle leans on the counter with his forearms, teasing smile gently nudging you to at least look his way. “How come that little kid gets to color with my girlfriend when even I haven’t done that before?”

You don’t reply but his eyes follow how you swallow an invisible lump in your throat.

“It’s not like we have the ingredients to cook dinner tonight anyway, why don’t we just spend our home date tonight just coloring? You have more crayons, right?”

“No,” You reply immediately, turning away to get the kettle when it dings. “He just left this one. Why would I have any crayons? Do you think I’m a five-year-old?”

“I never said that.” He stands up, a frown of confusion painting his face.

“Right. Well, I don’t have any of those. And I don’t want to do a coloring date. I’m dating an adult, I would like to feel like I am.”

“Adults can color.”

“No they can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because they can’t.”

The kitchen is quiet, the single noise of the spoon mixing the tea and honey in your mug. With each second of silence, the control you have on your breathing weakens.

You do want to color. You want to doodle and draw and give Chenle all your stickman drawings. You want him to show you his pictures and you want to hear him praise the color you chose for the sun’s sunglasses. You want him to color with you and play with you until you’re all tired out. When you’re asleep you want him to cradle you and cuddle you, kiss you on the forehead, and hum you lullabies in an undertone.

But it’s also so unreasonable to demand that.

He has a life just as stressful if not more than yours, to throw all your burdens on him to bear, even if just for a few hours, is wrong. You would feel too guilty. Chenle’s dating an adult, not babysitting a child. Dating you should be an option, not a burden.

“They can’t?”

“They can’t.” You shake your head, voice breaking.

Chenle takes you into arms before you fully break, leaving all your tears to stain his t-shirt. His fingers dig into your hair and your whole body shivers when you feel his nails gently scratch against your scalp.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Princess, I don’t really know what happened today. Or if it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long time… Either way, I’m sorry. If I’m the reason you’re crying right now, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for not knowing what I’ve done wrong. I’m kind of slow on the uptake at times. If I’m not the reason you’re crying, I’m sorry you went through that, or, are going through that. I don’t really know…

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You looked like you were about to drop dead as soon as you walked in tonight so I wouldn’t blame you. I probably should have left earlier but I couldn’t help it. It’s the last day of the year and I really wanted to spend it with you. I’m kind of clingy like that, I guess. I was on my way here and… I was thinking how I would be ending this year and starting this next year with you and- and I wanted this to be how every year will be. Forever. Or, until you don’t it want to. Because I don’t feel like I will ever not want to be with you. I’m like… obsessed with you. But not to a point where I won’t leave if you tell me to leave. I definitely will leave if you ask me to leave. Do you want me to go? I can go. You look tired and I’m keeping you up-”

“No.” You interrupt, speaking into his chest. “Stay.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“But… I think I am gonna nap.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you should. I’ll just stay out here.”

“You’re an idiot.” You blurt. “A big dumb idiot. You’re dumb.”

“…yeah.”

“Want you to nap with me. Cuddle. Carry me.”

“Carry you…?” Chenle looks down at you, feeling whiplash at how quickly your moods change. He doesn’t question it though, melting at the sight of your big watery eyes. “Yeah, okay. Your wish is my command.”

You smile as you feel his arms wrap around you, his cologne entering your nose and giving you an incomparable high. His steps are slow and uncertain, careful to not hit your head on any doorframes. He begins lowering you onto the bed but your arms don’t loosen around his neck.

“Sorry too.” You whisper.

“For what?”

“Callin’ you dumb. You’re not dumb.”

“Thank you.” Chenle smiles, his eyes disappearing into thin little moons. “But, I am actually a little dumb.”

“No.” You frown as if the person offended was you. “Not dumb.”

“No?”

“No.” You insist. “’m the dummy.”

“What? No, Princess.” He sits on the side of the bed when his neck begins to hurt from the angle. “How could you think that?”

“’Cause,” Your eyes drop to his shirt, suddenly extremely interested in the wrinkles of his shirt. “Dunno. Thought you wouldn’t like me.”

“Wouldn’t like you? Baby, why would I not like you?”

“’Cause ‘m a dummy!” You whisper-yell at him as if he wasn’t listening. “Was bein’ mean earlier and takin’ stuff and… just wasn’t bein’ nice. And then I thought that you wouldn’t like me if I… I dunno.”

“If what?”

“If there was like… a side o’ me you didn’t really like. ‘n’ I scared you away… Don’t wanna be a bother, y’know?”

“You’re not a bother, Baby.” Chenle presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re my responsibility. I choose to do all these things. You’re never a bother. Never ever. Even if you get sick or get kicked out of your house or… I don’t know. No matter what, I choose to stay with you.”

“What if you choose to stop staying with me?”

“Did you kill someone?”

“No?”

“Then I think we can work through it.”

You giggle and lean back into him. He says such silly things with such confidence that he almost makes you believe it. Maybe one day you will.

“Oh shoot, your tea. I’ll be right back.”

The bed creaks under you as he gets up, the fireworks of overly-zealous celebrators with seemingly broken clocks lighting up his side profile pinks and purples through the window.

You stare at him and feel a warmth grow deep in your heart, an uncontrollable smile painted on your face. Chenle looks back at you with a confused smile, but you can see the same love in your heart in his eyes.

Yeah.

You also think that this is right. You don’t know if it’s for forever yet, but you sure hope it will be. That this year and the next and all the years until you’re both stars in the sky you two will be together. The fireworks will light up your faces when you’re both wrinkly and gray, wearing the same dorky grins you wear tonight.

You’re afraid, but you can feel that soon you’ll introduce a new side of yourself to Chenle. As he gets in the bed with you, looking out the window of your bedroom with his arm around your waist, the anxiety is the tiniest bit smaller than it was this morning. Slowly but surely, you know in your heart the day when you can show your heart bare to him will come and you’re not afraid

Maybe you’re afraid now but you know it’s only a matter of time before you free fall into his arms without a second thought. It's inevitable, you smile to yourself.

a/n: STRESSING to post this before the new year lolz. also, i hope y'all know that reader was toned down SO much over the drafts. when i get overstimulated i start wanting ppl to die and it's never that serious...... i rly had to get rid of that quality when writing for reader LOLOLOL OK ENJOY REBLOG GIVE KUDOS ALL THAT STUFF THAT TUMBLR LIKES LOVE U ALL HOPE U HAVE THE BESTEST 2024

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marvelfanfics1 · 1 year

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Tony Stark and reader going to one of his parties but the reader slowly gets shy and starts to slip. Clinging onto Tony as he notices the change in you, ending up with cuddles w dada 💗

Baby Goes First

Pairing: daddy!Tony x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff, shy!reader

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You smoothed down your dress and took some deep breaths. You jumped a little when you felt Tony's hand on your back. He looked at you with a smile which you quickly returned.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked and you nod confidentially, hooking your arm with his.

He gave you a look of 'You can do this' and then the elevator door slid open. People started clapping and you both got handed a glass of champagne.

With Tony and you now present the party really started. You chatted a little with Wanda and Nat, laughing about something that happened during training.

You also danced a bit with your little friends Peter and Kate, you were glad you didn't slip into littlespace while talking to them, you just felt so comfortable with them.

The evening went on and so grew your need to be little and have your daddy near, which is hard because many people want to talk to him.

It got worse when you went to get something to drink and crossed paths with Steve. Uncle Steeb!

"Hey Steve, how was your anniversary?" you asked as you waited for your juice.

"It was great! Bucky really enjoyed it. Thanks for the help by the way" he said and you waved it off.

"I would do anything for you both" you smiled and he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"You're the best, little angel" he whispered and you started to blush. oh no, you're getting shy.

You would get the shyest in littlespace and that made you realize that you started to slip without notice.

You quickly grabbed your juice from the bartender and searched for a place to sit down for a moment to get yourself together.

Tony was standing across the room and was watching you from time to time to make sure you were okay. He saw you sitting on one of the small couches and noticed how you were looking around more frantically and always on alarm.

"If you'd excuse me," he said and made his way over to you.

When you saw Tony walking towards you you stood up as well and let him pull you closer by your waist. You only wanted to shove your face in his neck and wrap yourself around him but instead kissed him.

"What's going on? I know something is up with you" he said after pulling away from the sweet kiss and you gulped.

"It's nothing-"

"Stop that act now. Tell me, please." he used his daddy voice and you could've melted on the spot.

"I feel small" you mumbled and hung your head low. Tony smiled in sympathy and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"That's okay, I'm here baby" he whispered and took your hand, walking over to the elevator.

"What about the party?" you asked and Tony waited for the doors to close before replying.

"The party doesn't need me to keep going. My baby goes first." he smiled and picked you up.

You laid your head on his shoulder and sighed. Tony carried you to the master bedroom and set you down on the bed, helped you out of your dress and into a cute onesie.

Tony quickly changed his clothes too and joined you on the big bed, peppering your face with kisses and your giggles filled the room.

"Have I told you that you have a playdate with Peter tomorrow?" he asked and you gasped, bouncing on your knees.

"Weally?!"

"Yes, I was talking with Steve and Bucky about it" he smiled and you squealed, throwing yourself on top of him.

"I wove you, dada"

"I love you more, baby"

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babiepupp · 6 months

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Hi there! Do you take requests? If you do

Could I get a fic for a caregiver Neuvilette and sensitive/timid Agere/Petre reader (Sometimes I pet regress into an otter :) specifically the leisurely otter you see in genshin, I age regress as well). when I regress I’m a lot more sensitive to rejection and other things people say :) For another detail, my age regression range is *usually* 1-5

I hope that’s not too much! ~ Kindly, the @jellyfish-nursery

I absolutely adore this request! This was super fun to make! I hope you enjoy ^-^ ✩ also I apologise if it’s on the slightly shorter side!

⋆୨୧˚ My, aren’t you charming? ˚୨୧⋆

Caregiver Neuvilette x Timid Otter regressor reader!

Neuvilette had always found you.. quite adorable, the way you’d cling to a felt shell whenever you could, protecting it with your life. The way you’d make yourself a den made out of anything you could find, blankets, sticks.. Neuvilette’s belongings even. Neuvilette had always found it amusing, a gentle smile always gracing his features whenever you would slip into that headspace.

Today had felt rather special, you had both had breakfast together, walked around the hustle and bustle of Fontaine for a while, stocking up on baby powder and some yummy snacks. Once he had noticed that you had begun to slip into your pet headspace, he chuckled, ruffling your hair and gently moving you out the way of the busy crowd.

“Come along, petite loutre. I thought we could go swimming today if that’s something you would like? I have brought along your swimming gear should you wish to do so.” He spoke gently, his cane tapping against the floor as he walked with you, his other hand gently holding onto your own- he wouldn’t want to accidentally lose you after all.

His smile grew warmer when he saw you nod, taking a turn to the right as he led you down to where the ocean lapped softly at the gray Fontanian stone. He smiled, swiftly getting into his own swimming attire before helping you get into yours, chuckling when you somehow ended up with your head in one of the arm-holes.

“Such a silly thing, allow me to help you.” He said endearingly, taking a step back once you had both finished. He snapped his fingers, his cane vanishing with a flurry of blue sparkles before he took your hand once again, leading you towards the shallows, wading into the crystalline blue waters. He chuckled softly as you adjusted to the coolness of the water, before hesitantly swimming around, not wanting to stray too far from Neuvilette.

He made sure to keep an eye on you, his arms open to hold you steady should you need it.

“You’re doing well, petite loutre- I’m right here if you need anything.” He encouraged, his voice as gentle as the waters of Fontaine, still.. tranquil. He hummed for a second before diving down, emerging a minute or so later holding a scalloped shell, it was rather beautiful- a gentle lavender, with just a tinge of pink, it was the colour of a beautiful sunset.

The water was lovely, not too cold, but not too warm- it was perfect for a sunny day like this! The hours passed quickly, the sun turning from a pale blue into a stunning mix of orange, purple and pink- quite like the shell Neuvilette had given you. With a gentle touch, Neuvilette lifted the little otter out of the water, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“As much as I would love to swim with you for hours and hours, we need to get some dinner in that tummy of yours.” The Iudex chuckled, watching as you clung to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You let out a squeak of protest but it only resulted in a pat on the head before Neuvilette began drying you off.

“Oh don’t look at me like that dear.. we can always come back tomorrow.” He said, putting the towel back into the carrier bag he had brought with him to carry the goods from earlier on before carrying you back up the riverbank.

“Tell you what, I’ll get you dinner of your choice tonight. Anything you’d like, I’ll get it for you.” He offered, chuckling as you perked up at the offer before nodding enthusiastically.

This otter was certainly adorable.. they made Neuvilette’s heart warm, they made him feel.. happy. And he’d do whatever it took to protect that fuzzy feeling.

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kitty-agere-fics · 2 months

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hii can i request a little reader and cg yeonjun where reader is scared of thunder and starts crying loudly that yeonjun comes to comfort her? thank you i love your writing!!!

Yay! So happy you like my writin! ~Kitty

Thunderstorm

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CG!Yeonjun, Little!Reader

A loud crack of thunder is heard. You jump slightly and hug one of your plushies tightly. You whimper softly and start to cry.

"Junnie!" You call out for your caregiver who comes running into your room.

"Hey, Sweetheart," Yeonjun says softly, coming over to your bed. He sits at the edge of the bed and strokes your cheek gently. "What's wrong?"

You don't respond and grab onto Yeonjun, crying into his shoulder.

"Shhhhh, Sweetie, you need to..." Another crack of thunder can be heard, drowning out Yeonjuns voice. You whimper and cry as you bury yourself more into Yeonjun.

"Its the thunder, isnt it. Its too loud for you, huh, Sweetheart?"

When you nod, he hugs you tighter. "Come on, Sweetie. Let's go to the living room and watch a movie. That will distract you. You can bring your blanket, and your plushie, and I can get you a drink," he smiles as he talks.

You nod again, "An cuddle? Wanna cuddle wit Junnie!"

"Yeah, Sweetheart. Cuddles." Yeonjun picks you up and carries you to the living room. He hands you the TV remote for you to pick what you wanted to watch. You curl up under your blanket and hug your plushie as Yeonjun comes back into the room. He has your sippy cup in his hand. You cuddle with Yeonjun to watch the movie. You smile, knowing he'll keep you safe from the thunder.

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v3nusxsky · 10 months

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Hello my love, I hope your day is going well. I have another agere prompt idea for you, sweet one.

Idea: Nat x r. Everyone gets bad days, and you were no exception. R smd nat have been together for 4 years now and knew eachother like the back of their hand. And from the moment nat and r woke up this morning, nat new r needed to slip. But, r being the stubborn ding dong she is, didn't listen to Nats advice and tried to carry on throughout her day like nothing was wrong. The key word is tried. The slightl headache r woke up with steady progressed into s full blow migrain by midday. R's head was throbbing and it was like someone was taking a baseball bat to the back of her head. And try as she might, r just couldn't finsh all the tasks she had set out to do today. And as Nat came back to their room on the avengers compound after a full morning of meets with the others, she found r on the sofa all currled and and crying. Instantly Nat new what was wrong, so she ever so gently made her way to r and kneeled down on the floor, coming face to face with her little sweetheart. As soon as r saw Nat she jumped into her arms and cried and was a blubbering mess. Nat listened to her little love, offering praise and comfort. And after her little one calmed down she picked her up and took them to their bedroom. Changing into comfy clothes, getting her stuffy (Emer) and some colors books and pens. They spent two hours coloring and Nat watching over her little one with a smile. Every so often pulling r in to kiss her on the forehead. After coloring was done they went and snuggled on the bed, with Nat holding r close and running her fingers through r's hair. Telling her how beautiful and sweet and adorable and kind and perfect r was.

The rest I will leave up to you my love. I hope you enjoy it! I love you darling ♥️

Time with my baby

*Authors note~ hopefully there will be a fic of a different kind tomorrow:) nat and Agere melts my heart. Mentions of aunty wands 🥹 bc I'm a sucker for the love*

Trigger warnings~ age regression r little r mama bear Nat auntie Wanda headache crying etc?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

No one is immune to the curse of a bad day, but for you and your past it felt as if the dark cloud of a bad day always loomed over you. In your four years of relationship you and your lover Natasha had gotten amazingly good at noticing the signs of a bad day, often being the only one who can make the bad day a little brighter. However, today it appeared you had chosen to be rather stubborn. It was clear to Nat that you were having a bad day and in need of slipping. But try as hard as she might, you were unrelenting in your efforts to pretend to be okay here. So she did all she can do, let you carry on with your day in a hope that you'd come to here when you needed her help.

Only, you didn't. You kept pushing through. Well attempting to push through. What had started as a simple headache by now had turned into a full on throbbing migraine all by noon. You vaguely remember that Natasha had warned you of your need to slip and that it would cause this if you ignored it, and you also remember telling her that you'd be fine and that she was wrong due to not wanting to bother her. Natasha's schedule today was anything short of hectic and you'd be damned if you were to ruin it and make her stay with you because of your own weaknesses.

Your determination to finish all your morning tasks was battling against your throbbing head. Truly you wondered how it was possible to feel a baseball bat battering your head repeatedly but the more you tried to question it the worse your head became so you quickly gave up on that fight and some how tiredly made your way to the sofa in the compound for just a little rest. Really, you weren't going to sleep, you simply didn't have the time but sitting down never hurt anyone, right? Quickly resting your stinging eyes wouldn't hurt you as long as you made sure to be up and busy before anyone returned.

Although you allowed a nap for yourself you couldn't quite seem to drift off due to your raging headache, tears of pain and frustration began to trail down your cheeks as you just closed your eyes to block out the harsh light flickering through the compound. At times when you felt this bad all you could do is regret not listening to Natasha and slipping earlier, and now you are all alone with no one to comfort you, or so you thought.

Wanda returned earlier than Nat due to the fact Tony wanted to modify her suit, so naturally she went to check on you, she was almost like a sister for you, so when she heard your overwhelming loud thoughts she made her way to you. She could see by your thoughts you needed a slip so with a quick text to Nat she set out to help you.

"Pretty girl?" Wanda whispered causing your body to stiffen and struggle to open your eyes, "shhh it's okay y/n, auntie wands knows all bout it pretty, would you like to rest with me little one?" You managed a weak nod and lifted your head ever so slightly. Wanda slipped underneath your head and immediately brought her hands to your temples in an attempt to help you, despite her efforts she wasn't Nat and your little brain knew that. "Want mama" you whined miserably with a pout on your lips as tears trailed down your cheeks once more. "Wans want my mama I hurtys helps me" your whimpers were breaking your witchy friends heart, but thankfully with the half an hour she began to hear Natasha's rushed and panicked thoughts of you. "Ahh little one I spy someone's mama."

Just from the sight of you Natasha would've Instantly knew what was wrong, but having wanda's helpful insight was always a bonus. She knew how much you loved your auntie wands, so the fact you were still crying meant only one thing. You needed her. So it was unsurprising that as soon as Natasha knelt down to face you, you threw yourself at her, loud muffled sobs coming from you as you nuzzled yourself into her neck. Although it wasn't very clear Natasha knew you were apologetic for thinking you would be okay and she could tell by wanda's reaction that you didn't quite want to be in public in this state but had seemingly regressed smaller than ever before. "Ahh honey, it's okay mama has you now okay? You're such a good girl for me y/n, mama is so proud baby. You're okay and you're so safe with me and wands okay? Shall we go lay down ?"

Natasha easily lifted you into her arms with a quiet thank you to Wanda she carried you into your bedroom, immediately setting out to find the most comfortable pair of clothes for you she could. Once changed you settled on the bed with your favourite stuffed animal call Emer. Natasha changing quickly herself and grabbing some colouring supplies before joining you on the bed. Your migraine wouldn't allow for much, just enough colouring to soothe you into a slumber where Natasha wraps you up in her arms and protects her girl from the world. The only place you could ever sleep soundly was here, with her.

Word count~1315

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ynbnevermore · 8 months

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pretty pink princess

cg soobin, little yeonjun ; wc 2.2k

Yeonjun had been in his room, mindlessly scrolling through his different social media. Twitter, Tiktok, Instagram, Messages, and then the loop repeats again. He was flicking through his explore page on Instagram when he came across a post from a Lolita and Hime Gyaru fashion page. The frilly dress shown in the picture was pink and had sparkles all over it. The sight made Yeonjun’s eyes twinkle and his mouth hang open in awe. He clicked on the page and scrolled through all the listings of dresses and accessories coated in laces, bows, flowers, pink, and glitter. Yeonjun had been particularly interested in dressing more feminine lately, but it was mostly just tennis skirts and maybe some crop tops, but this. This was something Yeonjun definitely wanted to try. His subconscious, upon seeing the frilly bows and dresses, started to feel a little more floaty. A childlike giddiness bloomed in his heart and he let out a little squeal, barely even audible. Yeonjun held his phone close to his face and rolled over onto his side, kicking his feet. Yeonjun’s toddler mindset concluded that he needed to look like those girls in the pretty dresses and stat.

So, he quickly jumped out of his bed, throwing his phone somewhere in the covers, and heading towards his closet. He opened the doors and started quickly rifling through his drawers, in search of his skirts that he had hidden. His members weren’t against him dressing in a feminine way; in fact they usually encouraged it most of the time. But, Yeonjun gets a little embarrassed and blushy when they do see him dressing more girly than usual. So he prefers to keep his ever growing collection of skirts and frilly tops a secret buried deep inside his closet.

After some digging, Yeonjun had found a light pink skirt with white lace stitched on the ends. It was pleated so when he spinned in it, the skirt fanned out in a gorgeous way that Yeonjun loved. He set it aside and started looking for a top. A couple caught his eye, but he ultimately picked out a soft, light cream colored off the shoulder top with little bow patterns sewn into the fabric. He squealed again and set the pieces on his bed. Now time for accessories, Yeonjun thought as he bounced on his toes out of excitement. Yeonjun hadn’t accumulated a lot of accessories yet, but he knew he had kept some of the fluffy cat ears and sanrio headbands from fansigns before. He had a box specifically for those gifts in his closet. And so, Yeonjun dug through that box until he found a small piece of cardboard with some pink and my melody themed hair clips attached to it. Yeonjun knew that these would match perfectly with his skirt and sweater.

Feeling accomplished, he picks up the articles of clothing and his hair clips and heads to his bathroom. He changes and immediately twirls in his skirt. The skirt waves out and Yeonjun giggles and squeals because of how pretty he feels. He looks in the bathroom mirror, carefully snapping the clips into his hair. He smiles after he finishes and skips out of his bathroom to go look at himself in the full size mirror he has in his bedroom.

Once he reaches this said mirror, he twirls once again. He smooths out the sweater and the skirt and admires just how pretty he feels in his outfit that he picked out all by himself! As he’s looking in the mirror, the reflection of a stuffed fox sitting on his bed catches his eye. He completely forgot to ask his plushies how they feel about his outfit! Their opinions matter heavily as they see Yeonjun in his worst and his best moments. He then gets reminded of his daddy, Soobin! Yeonjun wonders what Soobin would think of him in his pretty outfit. Soobin had always enjoyed and encouraged Yeonjun to dress up femininely and never missed the chance to compliment him profusely when he did. As Yeonjun stared at his plushies, he glanced back at the mirror and couldn’t help but feel like something was missing from his outfit.

He walks closer to the bed and does a little spin for the array of plushies that are all sitting in a line obediently on Yeonjun’s bed. “What you guys think?” He does another twirl, just so his plushies can get another look at the full outfit. In reality, there’s no response from his plushies. But in tiny Yeonjun’s world, there is. They all reply in some variation that it looks really good and that jjunie looks like a princess with his hair clips adorning his hair. Yeonjun smoothes out the skirt one more time and he feels his headspace start to tumble even younger. He babbles out, “‘s jjunie pwetty? Will daddy fink jjunie’s pwetty?” He drags out the ‘y’ sound and does a little curtsey, holding the sides of his skirt. He giggles again and grabs his phone off his bed to take some pictures. He stands in front of the mirror and poses, snapping a couple pictures. He squeals excitedly as he looks through them.

In his little bubble, he doesn’t notice the sound of the door creaking open. Yeonjun looks up from his phone and sees a figure standing in the doorframe. It’s Soobin! While Yeonjun should feel excited to see his daddy, he can’t help but blush and almost curl in on himself standing there. He ducks his head down, trying to avoid Soobin’s gaze. Nothing malicious is in that gaze, it’s only fondness, but Yeonjun just can’t help the scared feeling bubble up inside his gut.

Soobin walks up to his Jjunie and runs his hands through his hair, carefully avoiding the snapped clips. Soobin says softly, “You look gorgeous, angel.” At this, Yeonjun’s head perks up and he looks at Soobin with his puppy dog eyes, twinkling. “Really? Daddy fink jjunie pretty?” Soobin coos at this, crazy to think that Yeonjun thought he wouldn’t find him in a cute skirt and a soft sweater, absolutely adorable.

“Of course, darling. What makes you think I wouldn’t think you’re pretty?” Yeonjun blushes and whines, hiding his face into Soobin’s chest. His thumb starts to slowly creep up into his mouth as he babbles, “I dunno.” It’s muffled and quiet, as if he was even more embarrassed at admitting that he didn’t think daddy would think he was pretty.

They cuddle like that for a moment, Yeonjun trying to bury his face more into Yeonjun’s chest and Soobin wrapping his arms around his waist. It’s soft and pure, and Yeonjun feels nothing but safe in his caregiver’s arms. They’re still standing in front of the mirror and Yeonjun looks into it, still wondering what could be missing from his outfit. He pulls away from Soobin, who just smiles fondly at him. His eyes dart around his vanity, trying to find some accessory or something extra to add to his outfit. But just then, his eyes land on a bottle of light pink nail polish. That was it! Yeonjun rushes over to the vanity and shows Soobin the small bottle of pink polish.

“Daddy! Can you paint my nails? Please?” Yeonjun asks, shoving the bottle in Soobin’s hands and bouncing up and down. Soobin sighs happily, “Of course, love,” not able to say no to Yeonjun, ever, big or small. Saying no is just not a choice when it comes to him.

Yeonjun plops onto the ground, folding his legs into a criss cross. He stretches out his fingers and sets his hands onto the carpet. Soobin sits down on the floor in front of Yeonjun and unscrews the cap to the nail polish bottle ever so carefully. “Okay, you ready, jjunie?” Soobin asks with the gentlest tone ever, and Yeonjun feels impossibly smaller. Yeonjun does a little excited nod and Soobin gets to work. He picks up Yeonjun’s left hand so gracefully, as if it was a fragile object. Soobin takes the cap of the nail polish and brushes the bristles against Yeonjun’s pointer finger, covering it in a baby pink. He makes sure that it’s a thorough starting coat before he moves onto his baby’s middle finger.

He continues the same process, and when he’s done with the first two fingers, he looks up at Yeonjun. He has the cutest happy smile on his face and his eyes are squinted up into little crescents. It’s clear that he’s holding in a squeal or from squirming so he doesn’t mess up his daddy’s work. Soobin thinks the sight is so precious and continues painting Yeonjun’s nails. Small things like this make baby jjunie so full of joy and Soobin is glad that he can get moments like these in their crazy and very overwhelming life.

Soobin reaches the last finger, which is the thumb. He coats it in that same shade of baby pink and places Yeonjun’s hand gently back down on the carpet for the polish to dry. He picks up Yeonjun’s right hand and repeats his process once again.

It’s so quiet, save for Yeonjun’s tiny squeals of happiness every time Soobin finishes painting a finger. They are both in this soft bubble of fluffy clouds floating endlessly, and the pair both don't want it to end. Soobin finishes Yeonjun’s right hand, and even though all 10 fingers are coated with a good layer of polish, Soobin decides to do another coat and picks up Yeonjun’s left hand again. Yeonjun’s happy squeals and tiny wiggles come back and Soobin smiles fondly.

He finishes with the second coat on all 10 fingers and the pair waits for them to dry. After a few moments, Soobin tests to see if the fingers are dry by carefully touching them. Fortunately, no wet polish leaves a residue on Soobin’s fingers. Yeonjun jumps up and squeals when he looks at his hands. He bounces on his heels and smiles so wide. “Thank you, dada! They so pretty! M a pretty princess now!”

Soobin ruffles his hair and says, “You’re welcome, angel. You’re the prettiest princess out there. Do you wanna go show the others?”

Yeonjun jumps again and hums out a sound of agreement. The two go out of Yeonjun’s room and make their way to the living room. To Soobin’s reply, the trio is all sitting on the couch. Beomgyu and Kai are playing a multiplayer game while Taehyun is watching them, being their cheerleader. Yeonjun sees them and runs in front of the TV, ultimately blocking their view. Beomgyu and Kai get a bit irritated at this as it causes them both to lose at the same time.

Beomgyu yells out first, “Yah! Yeonjun, why did you do that?” Yeonjun pouts, not used to someone yelling at him when he was so excited. He crosses his arms and responds, “I was going to show you something!”

“Well, you didn’t need to stand in front of the TV when we were clearly in the middle of something. God, thought you were smarter than that,” He mumbles the last part and rolls his eyes with annoyance. Yeonjun heard it, and started tearing up at his hyung being so mean to him when he did nothing wrong. He back talks, frustrated, “Well, Jjunie didn’t know! Jjunie was ‘scited…” He trails off, wiping a tear from his eye that was threatening to fall. Beomgyu realizes that his hyung was in fact not his hyung and was regressed. He instantly felt bad as Soobin went to console the upset baby.

“A-ah… J-junie I didn’t know you regressed! I’m really sorry!” He jumps out of his place from the couch and goes to give Yeonjun a hug, who pushes him off of him. Beomgyu pouts and sits back on his heels. He feels really bad, and Yeonjun doesn’t look like he will be forgiving him. Yeonjun is pouting even more and hiding his pouty and teary eyed face in Soobin’s chest, his thumb coming up to his lips to nibble on once again. Beomgyu then remembers that Yeonjun wanted to show him something, and that’s why he jumped in front of the TV.

Beomgyu carefully says, “What were you gonna show me, jun?” Yeonjun shys away even more but shoots out his hand regardless. Beomgyu oohs and ahhs at the pretty pink color coating Yeonjun’s nails. Yeonjun’s teary eyed face has now turned pink from the attention he was getting. The maknaes had also come over to look at his nails. They had also found them gorgeous and were admiring them, treating their baby jjunie as the princess he was.

Soobin speaks from above, “Hey, why don’t we watch a movie to settle down, alright princess?” Yeonjun nods against his chest and hesitantly departs. Taehyun offers to go pop a bowl of popcorn and Beomgyu went to go get drinks. Kai and Yeonjun sit down on the couch while Soobin goes to pick out their comfiest blankets. Kai scrolls through the movie options before Yeonjun points out Moana. Everybody comes back with what they were assigned to get and they all settle in. Kai then brought up the idea to make a fort out of the pillows and blankets they had accumulated. Baby Yeonjun had gotten so excited about this and squealed out a “yes, please!” at the suggestion.

And so, that’s how Yeonjun’s evening ended. Just a princess in his princess fort, surrounded by his princes watching a movie.

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt fluff #txt agere #agere txt #age regression txt #txt age regression #sfw txt #txt littlespace #little txt #kpop agere

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rhodesrider · 10 months

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Nightmares

SFW! 18+ Minors DNI!

Warnings: Age Regression, slipping, crying, bad dreams, screaming

CG!Cody Rhodes x Little!Black!Fem! Reader

“CODY!”

Y/N screamed to the top of her lungs as she reached in the ring for Cody, seeing his body lifeless almost. She kept reaching but something was pulling her back, the shadows that were circling around the ring like a thick smog. “Angel it’s ok I’m ok-“ he was soon sinking into the ring, like hands were grabbing him and bringing him down. She continued to call his name reaching for him and he was doing the same trying to reach for her. She felt the shadows continued to swallowed her. Soon, Darkness.

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Jolting out of her sleep, she looked around, her heart beating and her bonnet sadly in the bed, her hair everywhere. She didn’t know she was screaming his name. She saw for a quick moment that Cody was no where to be found which turned into her shedding tears. Cody finally got upstairs and came into the room concerned. “Angelface..” He said low sitting on the bed and being attacked by a hug and a crying girl. “Dada..” he blinked hearing the signal and smiling looking down at his sweet Angel. Seeing clearly she slipped from panic, he hushed her from her crying, “Come on baby girl I’m here, you had a bad dream?” She nodded playing with her braids sniffling. “Where’s angels bonnet? You get fussy after you just got your hair finished.” He looked around for it with Y/N rubbing her eyes. He found the black bonnet and helping her put her hair back in. “Where did you go?” She asked after not seeing him by her side. “I’m sorry angel, I was turning all the stuff off downstairs and washing the dishes. Like someone was suppose to do?” He smirked and she looked down. “Sowwie..” he chuckled and kissed her on her forehead.

“You wanna talk about the dream baby?” She shook her head no quick but thought about it. “The shadows were taking me from you…” he frowned some and sighed. “Same dream as before. Dadas sorry for not being there..” she hugged him again smiling just happy that he was there he was like a light in her world. Her protection. “Angel you do have work in the morning, I do as well. Let’s go ahead and rest. I’m right here. Maybe tomorrow you can tell me about the dream.” She didn’t want work tomorrow, she was tired from the constant practice over and over. She soon started cry again hiding it poorly. “Princess?” She looked up trying to be happy that her love was a hard worker. But sometime work was alot and soon it became draining. “I don’t wanna work Tommrow…please…”

Cody has seen this before but encouraged her to keep pushing so they both can reach goals, but now it’s worst. He sighed and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed as it was charging. Y/N looked up some seeing him typing and then putting his phone back down. “Ok baby how’s this, no work tomorrow. Tomorrow we instead have a Daddy and Angel day?” She looked at him with her eyes sparkling. She didn’t have a day for a regression state in weeks. “That means I do what ever you want.” He lifted his hands as a sign of submission and she got even more excited. “POOL!” she squealed and hugged him close. “Yes yes Angelface a pool party sounds awesome!” He laughed as he received small kisses from his angel. She soon stopped and sighed sitting down on the bed. “You ok baby?” He noticed that she started to play with her fingers. “The dream…I also saw dada getting taken away…by the ring…” he was now putting two and two together the best he can. Work and stress is giving her nightmares. Not even just her own his working is making her feel like she can barley see him.

“I ashore you angel that even thou daddy works a lot and he has a lot of responsibilities, you come first.” She smiles hearing those words. She nodded agreeing and yawned tired once more. “Ok ok time for you to get some more sleep-“ As he was tucking her in his phone went off. “Who’s calling at this time of night…”

He answered kissing his angels cheek seeing it was Roman, “Hey Joe….what…you need me for what now?”

“I need you for a small fun project with the girls. You down?”

As Roman started to explain Cody smirked slowly.

“Sure, I’ve played a villian before why not again~”

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #age regression #cody rhodes #the american nightmare #cody rhodes fanfiction #sfw caregiver #sfw littlespace

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lizziecanrailme · 2 years

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“Hey, Hey it’s okay”

Pairing: Little!Natasha x reader

Summary: She never told anyone about this side of her, she was afraid.

Warning: Age regression, hurt/comfort, fluff, Sad Tasha, Nat being adorable once again

A/N: @padmeswife inspired me to do this🫶, don’t mind how bad this is.

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It was your first night together, you’ve only been dating for a few weeks. Nat wanted to take it slow and you respected that. You’ve been a little concerned about her behavior these past few days. She’d get sheepish after being with you for about an hour, then leave.

It seemed like she was hiding something, you obviously didn’t wanna invade her privacy. So you just never asked, you did take note though.

You were both sat at the table with your coffee. For your first date you decided you should go get coffee. After a while, more people started to come in.

Natasha began to feel overwhelmed, ringing started to sound in her ears. She knew she would have to regress soon, her smaller self was desperate to get out. “Sorry but I—I got to go” she stuttered, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Oh that’s okay, do you want me to drive you?” you asked with a smile.

“No, No, it’s okay, um how about we go to the park tomorrow?” she said with a nervous grin. You nodded, and watched as she sped walked out the shop door.

As your flashback ended, you saw Natasha looking at the TV. There was a cartoon playing, which happened to be her favorite. Although you didn’t know that, you looked at her and saw a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

You found it adorable, she turned her head and saw you staring. She looked down immediately, her face flushed red, feeling embarrassed. You noticed this and hesitated to touch her. “Can I touch you?”, she nodded.

You placed your hand on her soft cheek, “You don’t have to be embarrassed for liking cartoons sweetheart”. The pet name rolled off your tongue, Natasha’s face flushed again. You smiled, “You know you can tell me anything, I would never judge you.”

She snuggled into your hand and looked up into your eyes. Those precious emerald green eyes, you’d travel the galaxy for those eyes. “I haven’t told anyone about this, I’m just scared that I’ll get judged or hated.” You didn’t say anything, only listening as she opened up to you.

“I’m a little, or in other words I age regress” she explained with a slight quivering lip. “I—I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you”, she stated and began to sob. You were quick to pull her into a hug, putting your hand behind her head. “Hey, Hey it’s okay, you’re okay.”

Soft shh’s and comforting words left your lips. She buried herself further into you, her tears dropping onto your skin. You held her until you heard little sniff’s every few seconds. You pulled back to look at her face, tears were still making their way down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy, it hurt you to see her like this.

“I’m not gonna hate you, judge you, or think of you negatively, I love you the way you are. Even if we haven’t been together that long, I.love.you, do you understand?”. She stared at you, her previous frown turned into a smile.

“I wov you too”, her response caused you to awe. “Hi little one, how old are you?” you asked her with a smile. She put up 3 fingers, “I thwee” she said in an adorable voice. “Three? Woah!” you exclaimed while laughing.

You never expected this, but you didn’t take it badly. You thought Nat as a little was precious, and you were going to support and take care of her.

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#little!natasha #caregiver!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort

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