TW! Abuse, SH, SA mention, ED, sexual intimacy, age regression, panic attacks, depression, adult breastfeeding, and swearing
**NON SEXUAL AGE REGRESSION** do NOT sexualize age regression in this story, it purely for a comfort and healing process. A...
𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: Lemon Boy||By: Cavetown ~~💙WARNING 18+ photos & content ahead!💙~~ (Lance's POV) I always feel bad. Ya know, when I'm crying, or having panic attacks or just whining. I sometimes hate myself for overreacting or crying at the WORST times. Daddy says I don't mean harm and I'm not doing anything wrong but I know. I know I'm negatively impacting him. That's really why I don't talk a lot. I don't want to bother him. Even if I'm not a little, I still act like I am one. I usually sleep through it. I sometimes want to cut. To erase some pain. Daddy never leaves me alone so I never get a chance. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy him showering me with affection but it can get to a point where I just bite my tongue or bite my arm. Of course I haven't told Allura or Daddy or- whats his name? 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~💙 Daddy left me alone in the house. I don't know where he went but Allura and the other weren't here when I woke up. I slowly made my way downstairs. I don't think I'm in little space. It took me a little to realize they were gone but I called either way. "K-Keith..?" It was hard to yell so I gave up. I didn't know how to turn on the TV so I just looked around slowly. I honestly wanted to know where the knives were kept. I looked around and searched the kitchen. Most of the larger knives were nowhere to be found but I managed to find a few razorblades.
I needed the pain to go away... I need to erase it all... not a lot...! It won't kill anyone if I do a few cuts.. right...?
I find a bathroom and move the black onesie I was wearing to my waste. I just stare at myself in the mirror. I take the razor blade and run it across my chest. not a big cut but it still bled and stung. I then lifted it to my arm. I squeeze my fist and run the blade on my arm. It didn't hurt as much as I thought. 1 cut.
I stare at my bloody arm and just cry. Pooring my heart out. Gasping in between me letting small wails of pain. I stumble up and grab the bandages kept on the sink. I awkwardly wrap my arm. I wasn't really sure how to wrap so I did as best as I could. It was good enough not to catch any attention. I start getting dizzy and fall on my knees, staring at my hands and crying. Waiting for Keith's return.
*** (Keith's POV) "Baby, we're home!" I call to him and run upstairs to grab him. He wasn't there. I went downstairs to check the living room. Wasn't there. "Lance?!" I yelled. I started to get worried. Allura and Hunk were still out because they were picking up a few things. I start looking around more frantically. After ten minutes of searching I found him huddled in the bathroom, motionless. I was about to run and hug him when I took a step back from Lance, staring at his back. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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. . . . . . . . . . . . I stared at him. He was just motionless. I couldn't tell if those scares were new or old. Whenever Lance took a bath he had his back turned or he wore a swim shirt because he's been uncomfortable showing me him top, I guess I know why now. He was trembling. I lightly set my hand on his back and rub it. He quickly turns and slips his onesie on. "K-Keith...?!" I could hear his voice tremble. "Baby? What are you doing here?" I kept my voice calm so he wouldn't think he was in trouble. I picked him up carefully.
He felt lighter and his face looked pale. I set him on the couch and pull him to my lap, his back facing me. He turned his face to me, I could see dried tears on his face. "Can I?" I was referring to his onesie. He slowly nods. I pull it down to see his back, I lightly run my fingers on his back. They were wounds but they were deep. It was almost dented. I run my fingers through one and he quickly pulls his onesie up and turns around, squeezing me. "Sorry.. You okay? I shouldn't of left without saying anything." I wrap a arm around his waste and my other rubbed his back. "You're okay, puppy..." he grips tighter. I stand up and rock him, humming and holding him tight. "D-Don't... don't... leave... m-me a-again..." I managed to hear him mutter in my ear. "I won't. I promise." I smile at him. "We're going out of town soon. You wanna come...?" Lance lifted his head and quickly nodded. I chuckle and rub his head. "Alright then. We're gonna have to get a car seat." I put a mental note in my head and set Lance by the TV, turning it on. I let him watch that for a while and I play on my phone, looking to find car seats for him. After a couple minutes Allura and Hunk walk in with bags. "Welcome home." I turn off my phone and help them with bags. i stood there and talked to Allura and Hunk for a minute before Lance tugged on my shirt behind me. "Did you tell him about our car ride?" Allura asked. "Yup. It's going to take a day to get there and I don't want him to be on a plane so I have to look into a car seat." I picked up Lance and bounced him a little. She nods and puts some food away while Hunk made dinner. (Lance's POV) Allura and the other were in the kitchen and Daddy took me to the living room. He leaves and that left me alone by the TV. I squeeze my arm. It hurt.
'It's fine...! It'll all be fine...! I deserve the pain. How much can I take before I break?' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 💙𝒯𝑜 𝐵𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹💙 God sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. The art isn't mine so credit to artist ùwú ~~~~~~• Word count: 1061
