— anything involving a sexual fetish. my blog is strictly non smut / non kink. there is one nsfw fic i have written in the past and it was also the last on this blog.
— this includes daddy kink, mommy kink, ddlg. this blog just isn’t for those type of fics and any requests involving that will be ignored.
— any sort of hitting / being rough between the reader and their bias.
— anything for a minor idol. everyone listed in the idols i’ll write for is either older than me or only younger than me by a year or two.
what i will write
— completely sfw age regression fics not related to ddlg.
— regular bias x reader fics involving fluff or angst.
— fics requested about any idol, even if they are not explicitly stated in the list of groups i write for. i stan a lot of groups, so there’s a good chance you’ll request someone i’m a fan of.
if you are a blog that frequently writes smut or reposts it, you can still interact with my blog & i have no issue with that. i just personally will not write anything nsfw on this blog!
also maybe you should get a rules and guidelines pretty<33
hii, you’re right idk why i never posted one, ty for the idea ! i just added it to my pinned post. also i should have your other request out sometime this week :)
— anything involving scat, "watersports," or abuse. if there's something i forgot and you request it but I'm uncomfortable with writing it, it will simply be ignored.
— as i write sfw age regression fics, do not request daddy kink, mommy kink, or ddlg.
— any sort of hitting / being rough between the reader and their bias.
— anything for a minor idol. everyone listed in the idols i’ll write for is either older than me or only younger than me by a year or two.
what i will write
— completely sfw age regression fics not related to ddlg.
— regular bias x reader fics involving fluff or angst.
— f!receiving oral, p in v, spanking, edging/orgasm denial, sir kink, dom/sub are all okay.
— fics requested about any idol, even if they are not explicitly stated in the list of groups i write for. i stan a lot of groups, so there’s a good chance you’ll request someone i’m a fan of.
minors do not interact whatsoever. this includes my sfw regression fics.
pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy.' no major warnings apply.
note: is this thing still on? (not fully proofread. this was about the winter until i changed my mind, so if you see something out of place it’s most likely from my previous draft.)
dni: if you sexualize little space.
summary: anton takes his baby to see the cherry blossoms <3
“do you want to go see the cherry blossoms, bunny?”
when you were regressed, he was shyer around you. more cautious and patient.
you nod at him. “yes, please!”
“okay! let me help you tie your shoes.” he crouched down in front of you, and instinctively you looked away. you'd been together for a while, but there were certain things he did that made your face heat up and heart race.
he stepped back a bit to make sure you were all buttoned up, before smiling at you and holding his hand out for you to grab. "let's go. remember, don't let go of my hand, okay?" you nodded. you had a habit of wandering off if you saw something pretty, often leaving anton to talk to himself before realising you were gone. the only way he was able to make sure you never let go of his hand was telling you a scary monster would come if you did.
so from that point on, making sure you never let go of your daddy's hand was your number one priority.
you felt a refreshing breeze move gently over your skin as you stepped out into the warm air. the stray cat that sits in front of your shared apartment wasted no time coming over to you and anton, rubbing it's head against your legs and purring. you reached down to pet it, giggling as it let out a loud "meow" noise. anton stood back, admiring the way you were so gentle with it. unbeknownst to you, he pulled his phone out and took a few pictures of you and the cat before shoving it into his back pocket.
you looked up at him, smiling wide as ever. the cat was now laying on its side, offering itself up for belly rubs. "kitty!" you say to him. "i know, baby." he responds back, quietly. after a few minutes, you get up. a "goodbye" is waved to the cat, and the two of you are on your way once again. the park isn't that far, so you arrive fairly quickly. there were so many different things you wanted to run off and look at, but you didn't want to waste much time. seeing the cherry blossoms every spring was your favorite thing to do with anton besides color.
plus, you remembered what he said about the scary monster. you let go of his hand and quickly grab onto his bicep. he looks down at you with an eyebrow raised. "everything okay, little one?" you nod your head. "it's fine, daddy. don't worry."
he kisses the top of your head and guides you further into the park. you look up and see the tall trees swaying with the wind, and light pink petals drifting off of the branches. a quiet gasp leaves you as you take in the sight. "it's so pretty... appa, look!" anton nods, looking up at the trees and smiling. "should we get a picture?" he says, leaning in close to you.
you feel your face heating up again. he takes his phone out, leaning it against a bench and setting the timer. you both choose to first do peace signs, and then a heart. you can practically hear your heart thumping in your chest as he moves you closer to him. "ah, wait a minute, there's something in your hair." he mumbles, hands gently fixing your hair.
suddenly, a strong breeze passes and wraps the two of you in the delicate cherry blossoms. the light pink colors of the petals align the streets and fall perfectly into your hair once more. in the midst of it, you and anton are living out a scene from a romance drama. it was almost if everything was moving in slow motion. his hand is above you, trying to take something out of your hair. he towers over you and there's a slight, yet noticeable smile on his face. you look up at him with wide eyes and an obvious blush.
he only realizes something’s happened when he fully looks at you, who is blushing profusely. anton gives you a soft smile, still messing with your hair.
he mumbles something in korean, something that you vaguely understand as “she’s so shy today.” and then, “why are you blushing?” you turn your head away from him. you knew he would tease you either way. you snap out of your trance, rushing back over to his phone. "i think we have enough photos." he laughs to himself at your sudden seriousness, agreeing with you. "i think so too, bunny. should we get ice cream and then eat it here?" you bounce on your heels slightly, both excited he changed the subject and that you're getting ice cream before dinner.
"appa, there's a rose flavor i want to try!" you turn around, pointing back to an ice cream cart you passed earlier. anton holds out his hand once again, and you quickly take it.
"you're so cute." he says to himself. you overhear him and your ears go red. there truly was no way to calm your heart down around anton.
Bestfriend Reader in a skirt casually sitting on eddies lap and when she gets up/or maybe eddie realizes she left a wet patch on his leg
Bestfriend!Eddie gets cockwarmed. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb.
(I got so carried away here!! Thank you for this prompt<3)
Eddie’s trailer wasn’t the most spacious of places, but when he offered to have movie night there rather than the Harrington mansion, you all politely agreed.
That’s how you got in this situation. Robin and Vickie were nestled up under a blanket on the floor surrounded by pillows, they seriously looked like something from a cheesy teen movie, it was such an adorable sight. Nancy and Jonathan sat side by side on the couch, his head leaning on her left shoulder and her fingers combing through his fringe, muttering something about him needing a hair cut. Steve was sat to the right of you cradling a pillow. He looked sweet all cuddled into it, his nose wrinkled up as his face pushes into the pillow, and you, were sat on Eddie’s lap.
It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be physically affectionate with Eddie, you’d known each other since you were three. He’d showered and taken baths with you when you were kids when the Munson’s water supply was cut off from tough times with money and your mom always let them use your bath tub and shower when they needed it. He’d seen you grow from a little toddler into what you are today, 5’5 and 21 years old. He’d seen all of your style experiments to try and figure out who you were, but you were always so jealous of Eddie. He knew who he was from a young age. I mean he forced you to listen to KISS and Metallica when you were pre-teens. He knew what he wanted and what he liked, you admired that. You admired him.
Your back facing his chest, heat radiating under the blanket he’d hauled over the pair of you. You didn’t bat an eyelid when his hand snuck under your shirt, drawing little patterns with his finger tips on your skin. Tracing your spine and writing curse words with his nails, it tickled. It was soft and oh so soothing. He walked his fingers up your back, pretending as if his pointer and middle fingers were a persons legs. Getting closer and closer to the back of your neck and your head tilted back with a jolt. You turn around to face him, a look of playful annoyance plastered over your face but ruined with a smile when you were met with Eddie’s devious smirk.
He pouts, silently saying how he’ll make it up to you. He didn’t say that with words, but you knew. You and Eddie could almost read each other’s minds, it was a little scary. His fingers swoop over your back again, but this time slower and gentler. It was a barely there touch. His fingers felt featherlight as they grazed up and down your back, with both hands added now. Lifting your hand to cover your smile, a feeling of relaxation washed over you. Whilst whatever movie Robin had chosen seemed interesting, all you could think about and feel, was Eddie.
Before you knew it, you felt your throat let out a groan. A guttural moan, it was quiet and thankfully covered up by the background sound of the movie. But Eddie’s hands didn’t stop, they teased your sides, open palm rubbing up and down them. You squint your eyes shut tightly, but your brain is filled with thoughts. Thoughts of the night when the tension got too much for you, the night Eddie leant in and kissed you. He tasted of weed, you were both as high as a kite but the melody of his playing corroded coffin tape set the scene so well. He rubbed your sides just like this when you were sat on his lap last time. Only last time, he was inside you.
The burning desire in the pit of your stomach ached for more again. Rutting your body slowly across Eddie’s thigh, rolling your hips just like you did on his cock before. The feel of his denim clad thigh harsh against your clothed clit, you hide to bite your lip to hold back a moan. Eddie just felt so good. He definitely knew what you were doing, he began to bounce you on his thigh, slowly at first but picking up the pace when he felt your hands find their way to his. He rocks you, backwards and forwards, rubbing your clit against him. Pleasure washes over you completely, you’re blissed out. He begins to buck his hips beneath you, feeling his hard cock hit against your ass. You just wished he’d slide your panties aside and let you cock warm here right here, right now. He thrusts against you again, you wonder if he’s leaking in his boxers. You’d do anything to taste his pearlescent beads of cum, so you wriggle your ass in his lap. You get away with it too, pretending like you’re dancing to the music the movie is playing. Teasing him and feeling him grow harder and harder underneath you, letting him thrust against the small of your back.
Until he stops. Turns you to face him by his finger and thumb grasping your chin, “Not here, behave and you can have a special treat later.” He teases, not missing your eyes widening and the blush spread across your face at his words. After he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, you turn back and try to focus on the movie but your mind is elsewhere. It’s so fucking tedious, even if you weren’t distracted you’d find this movie boring, you make a mental note to joke about the plot holes of this film with Steve later, he definitely feels the same about Robin’s movie choices because he is in fact snoring into the pillow.
It all feels never ending, you’re so turned on and there’s nothing you can do but sit and wait, feeling Eddie’s cock deflate and turn soft underneath you. But after 40 excruciatingly long minutes when all you can feel is the throbbing between your thighs and the uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties, cold and wet against your pussy, the movie finishes.
The party clear up their mess and the guests leave, Nancy and Jonathan drive Steve home. Robin and Vickie walk back to Vickie’s parent’s house, a “slumber party” they had told them. Leaving you and Eddie, alone. You stand up for the first time in hours, stretching your arms above your head. Eddie’s arms clasp around your middle, and he pulls you back onto the couch, pinning your arms to the cushion.
Pointing at the now dampened and discoloured material of his jeans, “look at that. You soaked me through, princess. Your pussy drenched my thigh, in front of all of our friends. So dirty.” He cooed, his voice breathy and drowning in need. Eddie’s hand lets go of your wrists and begins to palm over his jeans, a tent shape that had been there for a while now. His pants looked tight, like the button was about to pop off and his cock spring out. “Had me so fucking hard for so long, now it’s time for your treat huh?”
i always hate to complain abt agere fic because there's so little of it but ohhhh my goodness whenever i see baby talk in an actual fic i nope out soooo quickly please thats not... how ppl talk... please have mercy please dont make your regressor say "sowwy i's littol" unless they're like. texting someone. and even then its preferred if you dont do that for readability. i've been reading/writing agere fic since 2017 and this has only gotten worse in recent years wahhh
the rain gently patters against the windows, filling the room with a steady, soothing murmur. you and Carmen are curled up on the couch, sharing a thick blanket that smells a tiny bit of lavender.
Carmen has her head resting on your shoulder, her fingers intertwined with yours, as if afraid that the slightest movement might separate you.
at first it was just a quiet evening: an old movie on TV, half-finished hot chocolate on the table, and a million comfortable silences floating between you.
but little by little, you felt her breathing get slower, deeper. now, when you look down, you see her relaxed little face, with that tiny smile Carmen always wears when she's dreaming something beautiful.
your heart melts.
you caress her with your thumb, just a touch, as if you wanted to tattoo that moment on your skin. outside, the world is still gray and wet, but here, under the blanket, entangled in each other, everything is warm, tender, and perfect.
without meaning to, you whisper, “i love you.”
and even though you know she's asleep, you swear Carmen's smile gets just a little bit bigger.
the rain is still singing in the background when you feel Carmen move slightly against you. she blinks slowly, as if each blink is too much effort. she snuggles closer, and her hand, which never let go of yours, squeezes your fingers gently.
“mmm… did i fall asleep?” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep, so low you barely hear it.
“never mind,” you reply in a whisper, stroking her hair with your other hand. “you look so pretty when you sleep.”
Carmen giggles softly, that sweet little giggle that always makes you smile without realizing it. she rubs her eyes like a little girl, before looking up at you, still half asleep, but with a tenderness that takes your breath away.
“did i tell you today how much i like you?” she asks suddenly, her voice still sleepy but loaded with sincerity.
your chest fills with warmth. you squeeze his hand between yours, as if you can hold those words forever.
“i don't think so,” you reply, playfully, ”but… you could tell me again.”
Carmen smiles, more awake now. She sits up a little, still wrapped in the blanket with you, and rests her forehead against yours, closing her eyes as if just being this close gives her peace.
“i like you,” she whispers, so close you feel her words brush against your skin. “a lot. like… more than i know how to say.”
you laugh softly, fingers caressing his cheek with trembling tenderness. “it's the same for me with you.”
and then, almost shy but brave in her own way, Carmen bends her face and leaves a soft, trembling kiss, barely a touch, on your lips.
there is no hurry. no nerves. just warm love in the midst of the storm.
when she pulls away, her cheeks are pink, and you know yours are too. You both laugh, softly, as if sharing a secret that no one else in the world could ever understand.
“mmm… we should go to bed,” she murmurs, her voice low, sleepy, full of affection.
outside, the rain is still falling.
but inside, tangled under a blanket, the world is perfect.
You let out a lazy chuckle, cradling her a little tighter under the blanket. “we're fine here…” you whisper, not wanting to move, not wanting to break the perfect bubble you formed together.
Carmen laughs too, that warm little sound vibrating against your chest. “but the bed is more comfortable… and i want to hold you tight.”
the way she says it - so sweetly, in that voice that sounds like a coo - makes your heart flutter.
“all right,” you say, pretending to surrender, even though you really want nothing more in the world than to follow his voice wherever it goes. “but only if you promise not to let go.”
Carmen lifts her head to look at you, with that goofy, lovelorn smile that melts anyone's soul. “never.”
with awkward movements and soft giggles, you manage to untangle yourselves from the blanket, though you end up stumbling a bit along the way. They hold hands as if they were two little girls escaping from a nice dream, walking barefoot to the bedroom, leaving tiny footprints of happiness with every step.
already in bed, Carmen hugs you from behind, gluing her forehead to the back of your neck, her arm firmly around your waist. You can feel her calm breathing, her heartbeat beating in tune with yours.
“i love you,” she whispers before she falls asleep, so softly it almost seems like a thought.
you smile in the dark, closing your eyes, letting yourself be lulled by her warmth and the murmur of the rain.
and just before you surrender to sleep, you dare to reply, in a whisper you know Carmen will feel, even if she doesn't hear it:
hii there!! i read some of your cg! idol x f!little reader posts. please tell me is it normal for people to actually regress?? please do not get offended, im asking since i got really emotional reading the posts, and i find it really relatable. i think i fall into this space more frequently, and my parents say that as im growing up, i am becoming more emotional, and sometimes act very childlike. sometimes my teachers see my scribbling on the table and talking to my friends very excitedly, so they say "are you a kid??" i know they say it jokingly, but it makes me think, do i actually regress? although normally im very responsible and act mature, this behaviour of mine remains on the edge. please do not be pressurized to answer!! it is totally alrightt😁
if you dont mind, can i be the ⭐ anon please?
hello ⭐️, sorry that i never responded to this. i rlly havent been the best at being active on here :(
while it is normal for people to regress, it depends on the manner. there’s pure (good/voluntary) regression & impure (bad/involuntary) regression, which is caused by trauma and being reminded of bad things.
you might be a regressor which is cool!! i’m not exactly an expert here but that’s what it sounds like :) regressing can help people relax and relive their childhood. you aren’t strange or weird for wanting to regress.
pls feel free to dm me if you have any other questions, or just continue sending via anon, whichever you want !
εϊз salt air, and the rust on your door ; anton lee
pairing. bf!anton lee x f!reader. genre. fluff, childhood friends to lovers. inspired by tsitp. synopsis. (the summer house pt. 1) breathing in the salty air during a hot august night spent at anton's summer house alters your brain somehow. you gather the courage to tell anton that you love him. warnings. kissing/make out, physical touch. wc. 883 words. author’s note. sorry that i disappeared for so long, i was on trial for fraud :/ i’m back now though !!
( 🐚 ) ONE SUMMER CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING.
you awake from your nap sometime late into the evening. in the distance you hear something orchestral, it’s soft and melodic and surrounds you like a chorus of angels welcoming you into your new forever. “must be anton’s cello,” you think.
of course it was. you step out of his bedroom, the floorboards creak one by one as you tip toe out into the living room. you’re greeted by his silhouette, the point of his shoulders broad as ever as he sits up tall, hands moving the bow as he plays. you hear him mutter a few frustrations.
he pauses, and then halfway turns to you.
“finally, you’re up. please sit down and tell me what the hell i’m doing wrong.” you smile as you sit crisscrossed on the shag carpet in front of him, somewhat reminiscent of the first kindergarten day you’d ever met him.
anton begins again, his eyes focused on the sheet music in front of him. you admire how handsome and focused he looks, his movements sophisticated to a standard you’d never seen before. he proceeds to play something that makes you feel as if you’re floating in the clouds. every note rings out thick through your ears, you’re practically surrounded by music notes by the time he’s done. whatever he’d just played had changed your life in only three minutes.
“fuck you forever,” he mutters. it catches you off guard and you look at him like a deer caught in headlights. anton notices your expression and quickly follows up. “oh my god, not you. the cello. i didn’t mean you.”
“why do i suck at playing today?” you shake your head at him. suck at playing? anton?? there's no way. "that's impossible," you retort. "i think i almost ascended just now. you're fine, anton. actually- you're perfect." he flashes that wide grin at you and woah, you are so glad you were already sitting down because you would've collapsed otherwise. "thanks, y/n. i hope you aren't just saying that because you're my girlfriend." again, you shake your head at him. to you, he was the greatest cello player on earth. you'd spend an entire lifetime proving it to the world if you could.
"anton, i'm saying that because it's the truth. and also because i love you." his head jerks back at your words, eyes going wide as ever. your face goes red and you question what overcame you to finally admit the quiet part out loud. was it the salty cape cod air altering your brain chemicals? had you been possessed by cupid himself?
anton puts his bow down and steps away from his instrument. you're curious as to what he's going to do. he walks over to you and then somewhat crouches onto his knees, caressing the back of your head with his hand. you're face to face and closer than you'd been all day. the air must be doing something to the both of you, because any of your usual shyness is gone. far, far gone. anton gives you a soft smile. you admire how pretty he is up this close, lucky that you're the only one who gets to see him in such an intimate way.
the silence between you two is more than comfortable. it feels like it was your destiny to be here, in this moment. the sound of waves crashing against the nearby shore fills the space around you. in a way, it's harmonious. it's just as comforting as waking up to the sound of anton practicing. perfect doesn't even begin to describe your summer.
he leans in and kisses you. first softly, and then with more intensity. his hands run through your hair, they caress your skin and light little fires all over your body. the both of you end up laying on the floor as you're on top of him, with your hands in his hair this time, sending shivers down his spine as he tries to find the meaning of love within your lips. by the time you both pull away for air, your lips are red and faces flushed with nervousness. "there's that familiar shyness creeping back," you think.
"i love you too, y/n. i love you so much." anton whispers as you hover above him. you two move so that you're sitting next to each other, backs against the couch. you lean your head on his shoulder and take his soft hand in yours. "you're so sweet," you say. "how did i get so lucky?" if the intensity of these feelings are temporary, you never want the honeymoon phase to end. you savor this moment. you savor every moment as if anton would disappear right before your eyes.
"i still don't believe you. tell me i suck at playing the cello and then we can do that again." anton says, disturbing the silence.
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