✨My name is Clara and I’m 25. I’m an Age Regressor who regresses to around the age of a Toddler 2-4 :)
✨I’m an AO3 writer who has a passion of bringing Age Regression to different fandoms. I mostly write reader prospective stories but I’ve also written for characters in different shows and movies.
✨I have 4 stories on AO3. One completed and three currently running. They are: Little To The Soldiers (completed), The Little Falcon, The Little Princess in Hawkins and The Ship’s Little Nurse.
✨Please DNI if your blog is: Kink related (ddlg, Abdl, age play, etc), NSFW, homophobic, ableist, political, or racist.
✨This account is strictly Age Regression. With all my works and stories I will always preference what the work/story will include at the beginning so it’s clear before reading. They will always be SFW. Before making a writing prompt suggestion please read my rules below.
✨Some of my stories might include diapers and accidents. This is not kink or sexual in any way. As someone who has diapers for medical reasons and as a comfort item to their regression, my fics are an outlet for me and others to bring comfort to wearing diapers and embarrassing situations like accidents. (Example: a comfort character helping the reader after a accident or just being accepting of diapers, etc.) Diapers and sometimes accidents are a part of some people’s regression. With all my works I will always preference what the work/story will include at the beginning so it’s clear. Making fun of this, saying it’s not a part of age regression, or sexualizing it is disrespectful to someone's regression and is simply Ableist.
💕Things about Little me:)
✨I’m a Toddler Regressor:)
✨I love to color and play with my stuffed animals.
✨I don’t have a Caregiver but I’m open to one! (Caregivers DM me:))
✨My favorite shows to watch when Little are: The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch, Blue’s Clues, Sesame Street, Bluey, The Wiggles, and SpongeBob. (All of which I can talk endlessly about!)
✨My favorite movies to watch when Little are: Blue’s big city adventure, Elmo’s adventures in Grouchland, The Little Mermaid, Winnie the Pooh, and any Toy Story movies.
Click here to see a Masterlist of my Adventures as a Regressor🥰✨🏰🎠
📝Writing prompts and Headcannon request are temporarily closed. But I’m back to writing again! See this post about the newest update!!😄🙌
Click here to see my Masterlist 📝✨
✨Here’s all the fandoms I write for:
⭐️ Marvel Universe
⭐️ Stranger Things
⭐️ Criminal Minds
⭐️ Hannibal tv show
⭐️ Doctor Who
⭐️ Supernatural
⭐️ Our Flag Means Death
⭐️ Star Wars
⭐️Harry Potter
💫Here’s a list of someone of the characters I write for! (If you don’t see a character you looking for feel free to write me an ask!)
‼️Rules when it comes to writing suggestions and headcannons:
I will not write anything that is ddlg, age play, nsfw or kink related in any fashion. Everything I write is strictly Age Regression.
I’m open to suggestions/prompts but there might be some that I don’t want to write/don’t feel comfortable writing so please don’t take it personally.
I will try to write as fast as I can but being fresh out of college and working a new fast pace job, sometimes life gets in the way of prompts coming out so please be patient.
Like I said above, some of my stories might include diapers and accidents. This is not kink or sexual in any way. Diapers are a part of my regression as well as others. Some might be for medical reasons and some are just a comfort item.
With that said if there is anything you’re uncomfortable with being in your writing request (diapers, certain nicknames, pacifier, etc) please make it known in the prompt! I would hate for your fic to have something your uncomfortable with.
If you would like your reader perspective written in a specific gender or gender neutral please write it as well. (If not I’ll just pick with whatever vibe I’m feeling)
If you submit a request with your username (not anonymously) I’ll tag you so you know when your request is posted:) If you prefer I don’t then you can either submit it anonymously or ask not to be tagged.
Have fun with it!! I am beyond excited to start writing your prompts!! I look forward to seeing what you send me:) :)
Thank you for reading!! Dm me if you have any questions or just to say Hi!💞
Chapter 5 of The Little Princess of Hawkins is Posted!!!
I’m back!! See this post about it💞
Thank you to everyone who kept pushing me to write the next chapter. With the new season of stranger things I am back and obsessed again. It got me thinking about my story and a way around my writers block! I really hope you enjoy!
Below is a preview! To read the rest you can go to my Ao3 here :) Please enjoy!!
Chapter 5: The Next Morning 😴💤
Caregiver! Billy Hargrove & Fem Little! Reader
Tags (for the chapter as a whole) - pull-ups, mentions of accidents, stuffed animals, implies verbal abuse (Billy’s dad), fluff, hurt/comfort, hugs, forehead kisses, nicknames, cuddles…all the cuddles.
The smell of pancakes grows with each step down the stairs and into the kitchen. There at the stove stood Billy adding another pancake to the pile.
The funny thing was what he was wearing. His usually skinny jeans and tight shirt, but with a pink apron from my kitchen drawer. I couldn’t help but giggle the moment I walk into the kitchen.
Billy turned around with big smirk on his face, “You like the chef’s outfit?”
“There’s no chef in the world that dresses like that.”
“Really? Well now you get one less pancake.”
“Wait! No! I take it back please,” I couldn’t help but laugh again. This time Billy joined me.
“Oh my God those smell amazing.” I join him by the stove, “They look so fluffy. How do you make them so fluffy?”
I lean my hand forward towards the hot pan without realizing. Billy grabbed my wrist before I could burn myself. All at once the two of us stopped for a moment.
I was trying to figure out just how big I actually feel, and I could see as Billy’s eyes scan over me as he was doing the same.
“It’s a secret family recipe, I can’t tell you.” He lets go of my wrist and gestures to the kitchen table, “Have a seat, they’re almost ready.”
I nod my head and go to sit as my mind tries to get an idea of my headspace. But everything felt so fuzzy, it was hard to fully understand what’s happening.
“Why can’t I know the recipe?” I call from my chair.
“I told you, it’s a secret family recipe,” Billy smiles back.
“That’s not fair!”
“How so?”
“Well I’m your Little. So I have a right to know.” Saying the words out loud felt weird, but only for a second. After that second it just felt…nice. Like a nice hug of comfort. I’m his Little.
I think it felt the same way for Billy because he turned back with the biggest smirk on his face. “I can tell you but…I’ll have to kill you.”
I give him a fake gasp and try my hardest to look shock. “What?!”
“That’s the rules, I don’t make them.” He turns back to the stove.
“Yes you do, you literally make the rules.”
He completely avoided that argument as he set down a plate of pancakes infront of me. The top pancake got a nice helping of syrup plus a strawberry cut in half as two eyes and some blueberries spread around as a smile.
I looked up at Billy, this time genuinely surprised by the cute dish. He smiled back genuinely, “You had a rough night last night. You deserve it kiddo.” He winks.
Kiddo…God that made my heart leap. Why was it so nice? Like a warm blanket? First princess, then sweetheart and now kiddo? I wasn’t a nickname person before, but now?
“I love it, thank you!” I smile back just as genuine. It was so cute I almost didn’t want to eat it…almost.
After a literal second I began digging in like my life depended on it. Billy took a seat next to mine. He places a cup of orange juice for me and coffee for himself. But once he sees how fast I’m eating he nudges me. “The food’s not going anywhere. Slow down.”
I roll my eyes before slowly down, eating one piece at a time and taking sips of orange juice in between. We sit in comfortable silence with each other, eating our pancakes next to one another.
But I can tell with the stolen glance Billy is giving me that the comfortable silence isn’t going to be comfortable or silent anymore.
“Y/N,” he starts out saying, “We need to talk about last night.”
I froze mid bite. We probably do, he’s probably right. But my heart sinks when he mentions it. “Whyyyyyy?” I almost whine, almost.
“Because we’re not going to act like all of that didn’t happen or that it’s not going to happen again. We both know it is.” I watch Billy put his silverware down.
I wanted to come on here to let you know I’m doing okay and I’m in a much better place than I was when I left off last year.
Some personal updates!🍼
I was battling a terrible depression. I live in the US and with the state of the world and some personal problems at home, I was in a really bad place. Plus my childhood cat passed away on top of it so I really couldn’t get out of this sadness hole I fell into.
But I’m getting some help and have made some great progress. I’m starting to feel like myself again. Both big and Regressor🥰 The way I write is by regressing and putting myself in the shoes of the reader so now that I’m starting to regress again, I’m starting to write again!
Some Writing Updates📝
I’ve got good news and bad news….
Good news is…I have a new chapter for you!! Yes, if you’re a fan of my Stranger Things story: The Little Princess of Hawkins then you’re gonna be thrilled to know I have updated the story with another chapter. Here’s a post of a preview and here’s the link to Ao3.
Bad news is…all my request in my inbox somehow got deleted!! I’m so devastated by this. I apologize to all of you who submitted a agere fic and never saw it come to light. I apologize endlessly for this.🥺
But I will be opening request in the future. I want to get myself on track with writing again, feel confident and then grab some request from you guys!
Once again I want to thank you for being here, thank you for your support during my break and thank you for all the love this community has shown me!
Hey everyone! I’m sorry to be making another post about this. I apologize for the lack of fics and fic requests here. Lately I’ve been struggling to regress and write and because of this there’s been a lack on content here.
When I write I always put myself in the shoes of the reader which is always a Little. But because I’ve been struggling mentally, I haven’t been regressing. This makes it hard to write something because I just can’t feel for the characters (if that makes sense)😅
I decided instead of putting more and more pressure on myself and making something I either hate or isn’t good enough that I’m going to instead take a break.
I’m taking off for the month of April and will be back in May with a Star Wars fic for May the 4th. I apologize for this and the lack of stories in April.
I love you guys and I will always strive to make the very best stories for you. I’ll see you in May☀️
⚓ - You used to climb the stairs to see them, but they found you crying one day when you were too tired to make it to the top. The sight of you sitting on the stairs and looking so lonely broke their heart. Now they always meet you at the bottom of the lighthouse whenever you visit. They follow your pace, holding your hand and making sure you don't fall. If your little legs get too tired, they'll pick you up and carry you the rest of the way!
You can nap in their arms while they watch for ships, and they'll wake you up if they see anything interesting. Sometimes seagulls land on the lighthouse railing and you can babble at them! Other times, it's too stormy and cold to go outside. They'll make you a warm drink and bundle you up with extra blankets until you fall asleep.
Hi! Can I request a cg! Matt murdock with a little who is super anxious about wearing some type of padding around him because of his senses? Like, I imagine Poor Little is too embarrassed cause.'omg he can hear a pin drop 10 blocks over! Or he can smell what the person walking down the street was eating for breakfast!
This request is really near and dear to my heart. There’s is a terrible sigma around Diapers and pull-ups in the agere community. While I understand it to a certain extent, my motto is whatever you’re comfortable with is what you’re comfortable with. You shouldn’t judge another for what they find comfortable with their regression.
For me, diapers and pull-ups are not just a necessity in my day to day life sometimes, it’s also something comforting I find when regressed. I have a medical condition that sometimes requires me to have to wear diaper when it flares up badly. And to be vulnerable here, yes I have used them. There’s nothing wrong about that. But they’re also something I find comfort in regressed. I feel safe if something like an accident was to happen.
So when it comes to request like this and other accident/dips request I take them seriously. Anyone who’s ever had or come close to having an accident knows all you want is comfort and reassurance. Writing these fics brings me a lot of love and comfort. I hope it does for you guys too! Love you guys! -Clara💞
The Power of Listening❤️🫂
Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader (SFW)
Tags- Accidents, pull-ups, forehead kisses, hand holding, talking about accident and acceptance!, Matt is a kindhearted CG, sippy cup mentioned and cuddles
There could be no better Caregiver than Matt Murdock. His heightened senses is not only a super power, but it’s also a super Caregiver power!
Feeling anxious in a large crowd? Someone’s making you uncomfortable? Have to go to the potty but you’re too busy to know it? Can’t find the crayon that rolled away?
He knows immediately just by his heightened sound alone! It’s nice and especially helpful. But sometimes when you’re trying to pull one over, or in this case trying to hide something from them impossible.
Recently I’ve been regressing deeper and deeper which has been such a relief. With a stressful work life coming home to Matt and just letting go and regressing with him has been the biggest gift.
But with it, a new problem started to arise.
Accidents. What starts out as bed wetting moves to wetting whenever regression takes hold. Matt had NEVER treated me any different, in fact he’s been nothing but caring and compassionate about it.
He always comforts me through every accident, helping clean me up and taking care of everything. Then he showers me with affection, making sure all the negative and bad thoughts stay away.
But as my regression goes on, so have the accidents…
One day the the two of us went out for lunch to our favorite local diner to talk. Not regressed or in caregiver mode, but as adults. He talked about what he was comfortable with and I did the same. The two of us agreed that while the accidents didn’t happen often, they happened enough that maybe I should get some pull-ups.
I didn’t mind at all. In fact I’m excited for the idea. I’m someone who find diapers and pull-ups as a comfort item to my regression. Matt felt the same way, always encouraging me to get whatever I need or want for my regression with him.
And in the past I’ve wore them before around him. But this…would be different.
With his enhanced senses he can hear a fire truck ten blocks away, someone sneezing seven floors from us. He’d immediately know if I was in the living room having an accident.
And what if the smell was too much with his enhanced sense of scent. What if-.
“Y/N?” He breaks me out of my thoughts and takes my hand in his across the table, “What’s making you so anxious. Because you don’t have to if you’re not-.”
“No, no, no,” I shake my head, swallowing what feels like a rock. “It’s not that Matt.”
I take a breath and look back to him, “What if this is too much for you?”
“Too much for me? I told you. I never mind the pull-up. You’ve worn them before and I’ve always found it adorable,” he smile and squeezes her hand, “What would be the difference?”
“You’re…your senses. You’d hear me…going. And it probably gross you out of you could smell it.”
“Y/N,” he chuckles, “I promise you I could never be grossed out by you. My sense of smell isn’t as good as you give it credit for. It’s mostly my hearing that’s more sensitive than others.” He starts to explain.
“But I understand your anxiety with it. Maybe we could have the tv play or better yet, I can put a record on my record player and have some music playing in the apartment. That way it isn’t totally silent if an accident occurs.”
That brought me some sense of ease. It wouldn’t be a totally quiet apartment, there would be music playing and maybe that would drown out the sound of an accident to Matt.
“But,” he breaks me from my thoughts, “My only worry is, sometimes when your in that headspace you don’t know when an accident is happening or happened because you’re too zoned into what you’re doing.”
A blush spreads across my face, “That was just one time…”
He raises an eyebrow, “One time?”
“…twice.” I sigh remembering each time like it was yesterday. Well one was yesterday…
Matt sighs, “I’m only asking because if I do hear an accident and you haven’t come to see me about it, I worry you won’t notice and could get a rash from it.”
I sigh as well but agree with him. I wasn’t the best at noticing sometimes. “What if we had a system. If I don’t come to you and you notice, maybe you wait ten minutes then ask me?”
Matt smiles and nods, “That sounds far to me.”
He leans forward and takes my hands in his, “This is going to be new for both of us so there will be a bit of learning in the beginning. But, I’m very excited about this and I’m very honored you trust me with something this vulnerable.”
I squeeze his hands back, “There’s no one I trust more with this than you. You’re not just New York’s hero but mine too.” I smile, “It’s going to be difficult at first but…I trust you. We’ll just take it one step at a time.”
He smiles back, “One step at a time.”
Music fills the apartment as Matt works on dinner. He hums along to the music as Y/N sits on the floor in the living room, coloring in their coloring book.
The music is relaxing for the both of them, the two swaying occasionally dancing in their spots to certain songs.
Matt starts plating their food when he hears his little one puttering over. “Hey sweetheart,” he ruffles their hair. “Wanna help Dadee and grab your sippy cup from the dishwasher?”
They nod but stay in their spot, unmoving. They take his hand in theirs, “I…ummm. I need help…” they start to say.
Matt picks up on their shyness and heart racing. He knows what they need help with but he make it like he’s not sure to help lessen their shyness. “With what little one?”
They fidget a bit, holding onto his hand a little tighter, “I need help…with getting changed. I hadda accident.”
Matt squeeze their hand back, “Sure, of course. Thank you for letting me know.” He wraps an arm around them and start guiding them to their shared bed room. “Let’s get you changed and then we can have a nice dinner together okay?”
Y/N nods, clinging to his side. Math can hear their sigh of relief and heart beat slowing down as they start to relax with him. Gone is the anxiety and the worries and in its place comfort and reassurance.
Matt helps them get changed into a fresh pull-up. The process is simple yet comforting and first and foremost trusting.
Then their night returns back on track with a wonderful dinner, a movie and some cuddles on the couch. Both Caregiver and Little content as ever.
Matt leans forward and kisses their forehead, “I love you munchkin.”
They look up and smile back to Matt, “Love you too Dadee.”
Just found this lil comic on Pinterest (by SaliasSamle) and I can't stop thinking of babysitter!Sam taking care of sick little!dean and being so incredibly worried or vice versa 😭
.. or maybe cg! Crowley and Little!Sammy?
We both know that Cas would just heal Dean right up..
Crowley could heal Sam too, but he gets so worried he doesn't even consider.. Until Rowena comes home and heals Sammy right away and he feels like an idiot lmaooo
Thank you @dino-boyo-agere for another amazing addition to the Supernatural series!! If you haven’t read any of the previous stories in the mini series please click here.
I’m actually currently fighting a cold myself right now so I wanted to write a sickfic to emulate how I’m feeling. This prompted stole my heart! I love a fic where a fellow Little is in charge or in this case takes care of a fellow Little. I hope you guys enjoy!!!
Taking Care of Your Little Brother🤒
Little! Dean Winchester & Big Brother Little! Sam Winchester (SFW)
Tags- bed wetting, sickfic, diapers mentioned, pacifiers, stuffed animals, Sam being the big brother, Castiel and Crowley as their cgs, surprise guest at the end👀, both boys sick, forehead kisses, playing with hair, sibling banter
Sam told him he’d get sick. Dean kept sneezing while they were looking over the evidence in the cooler of the police station. The cold atmosphere for long hours was not a good combo for a cold already brewing inside of Dean.
Days later, back in the bunker Sam could hear Dean’s coughs down the hall. But why wasn’t Cas taking care of it? He just wanted to sleeeeeeepppppppp.
With Crowley busy in hell. He’s been trying not regress, wanting to wait till his Papa to come back home. But with Dean coughing once more, he felt himself slip into his regression the moment he was out the door. The big brother in him kicking in.
“Dean?” He bursts into his room to find Dean laying in bed, correction a wet bed clutching his blanet.
Sam looks to his desk. A small note sits on top. Castiel had to make an emergency visit to one of his Angel brothers so he left early this morning.
Sam’s heart sank. Now Dean’s sick and there’s no one but him. Wait a minute…there’s no one but him! That means he could be the big brother he needs! It’s up to Sam to take care of his very regressed Little brother!
First things first, he needs to get Dean out of bed, out of his pajamas and into a nice warm bath. He pulled the blanket back, picked up/dragged Dean to the bathroom and started running a bath.
The only problem? Dean is the fussiest baby when he’s sick, regressed or not. “M’fine!” He whines, “I’m not sick…I didn’t even have an accident!”
Sam takes a breath knowing his brother is just cranky and fussy from the sickness. “No you’re not fine. Yes you had an accident. And I know you feel sick. Your eyes are glassy, your face is flush and your coughing. We’re going to have a fast bath, then it’s pajamas with some medicine.”
Dean doesn’t reply back, just some whining. Once in the tub he weakly pushes his duck around the bathtub as Sam stands, going to change the wet bed. When he returns, Dean is half asleep in the bath cuddling the small duck.
“Come on Dean, we gotta get you back in bed.” He lightly shakes his shoulder and helps him out of the bath. All with a fussy and whinny Dean.
“Sammy I don’t wanna sleep. Wanna watch Scoobbbbbyyyyyyy…” he drags out as Sam helps him into a diaper and some pajamas.
Sam sighs for what feels like the first of many to come. This is going to be a long day.
~~~
He gets him onto the couch and set up with his stuffed animal dogs and a fluffy blanket. Before Dean can swat his hand away Sam takes his temperature.
“It’s just a cold!” Dean whines.
“102 is a fever Dean. You’re sick.”
He huffs, crossing his arms and laying back against the couch. “Where’s Dadee and Uncle Crowley?”
“Papa’s been in hell but he said he’d be home tonight. And Uncle Cas left a note saying he had to go check on one of his brothers today. He said it was an emergency.”
Dean pauses, looking to Sam worried, “One of his brothers? Who do you think it is?”
Sam shrugs, “I don’t know. He’s not friends with most of them and the ones he was friendly with are dead. But…maybe they aren’t?” Sam suggests, trying to take Dean’s mind off his sickness.
That peaks Dean interest, “You think…you think Gabriel is still alive?”
“Possibly. But I hope not.”
“He was obsessed with you.” Dean giggles.
Sam rolls his eyes and ignores the comment, “Maybe it’s Balthazar.”
“He’s the cocky one with the funny accent.” Dean giggles some more.
“Yeah, I don’t know about that guy.” Sam joins in laughing.
Sam turns on Scooby for Dean and grabs his coloring book, “But for now you don’t have to worry because I’m going to take care of you.”
Sam could see the argument on the edge of Dean’s tongue, but resigns and lays back. “Thank you Sammy.”
Sam smiles back, “Always.”
~~~
With some medicine taken, Dean naps on the couch while Scooby-Doo plays on the tv in their family room. He’s curled up in a blanket with his stuffies under his arm and Scooby-Doo pacifier in mouth.
Sam thought about turning it off but he knows his brother, he sleeps better hearing the noise than he does in a quiet room.
Sam colors while half watching the tv. Suddenly he sneezes. Then he sneezes again. Then again. And again.
He whines, holding his head. When did this come onto him? He’s been watching his hands while he’s been taking care of Dean. He shouldn’t be sick!
He ignores it as Dean starts to stir. He looks to his brother worried. “‘ammy,” he says groggy and with a hoarse voice. “You don’t haveta stay…I’m okay.”
Sam shakes his head, moving to sit with his back against the couch, “Shut up it’s fine. I don’t mind taking care of you. After all I’m the oldest.”
That earns another whine from Dean and his foot hitting Sam’s back. “Hey! You’re just mad I am.”
Dean sits up on the couch, half watching Scooby when his stomach growls, “Hungry…”
“Me too.” Sam stands, patting Dean’s head, “I’ll see what I can make. Not allowed to use the stove.”
“Or the microwave after the last time.” Dean reminds him.
Sam chuckles at the memory of the soap bar exploding in the microwave. “Haha, yeah...”
Later Sam returns having made them some sandwiches then it’s another nap for Dean. But Sam was feeling sleepy too. Wait, why did his head hurt so much?
He rest in one of the lounger chair and tries to focus on his book but with his tummy full and his head hurting. Maybe he could close his eyes for a minute? Just ten minutes and then he’d wake up and check on Dean….
~~~
His head is pounding when he starts to come to again, but then he feels someone carding their fingers through his hair and sighs content. It feels sooooooooooo good.
“Fergus! How did you not know my grandson was sick? Look at him? He’s paler than a sheet and running a fever. Not to mention Castiel left his baby here sick too. Some Caregiver you two are! Leave it to Nana to have to make everything better.”
Sam pushes himself to opening his eyes hearing her Rowena above him. “Nana…” he whines already done with being sick.
“Awwwww my sweet boy! What on earth did you catch? You’re burning up.” She leans down and kisses his forehead.
“Missed you,” he mumbles.
“Oh I missed you more my sweet boy. I decided to join your Papa when I heard he was coming to see you only to discover you and Dean both asleep and sick as a dog! Why did you call Papa sweetheart?”
Sam sits up and looks over to a very worried Crowley, “I wanted to take care of Dean myself. Just like he used to for me. But I didn’t think I’d get sick too Nana! Promise!” He turns back to Rowena who smiles and runs her fingers through his hair again.
“I know you didn’t sweet boy. I know you didn’t. But next time, even if you want to help take care of your little brother, you at least let an adult know, okay?”
Sam nods, closing his eyes and leaning into her touch.
“Fergus, you gonna stand around or are you gonna-.”
Suddenly the sound of wings makes itself knows as Castiel runs over to the couch where Dean is sleeping. He places a hand to his forehead and sighs. “When did this start?” He looks to Crowley before noticing Rowena there.
“When the hell did you get here? And where have you been?” Crowley throws back to him.
“Enough arguing! You’re disturbing the babies.” Rowena interjects, getting a whine from both Littles in support, “Just heal them so they can stop feeling so miserable.”
Cas and Crowley exchange a look before nodding. Crowley walks over and kisses his boy’s forehead. Suddenly the pain and fire inside extinguishes.
Sam looks up and smiles, “Thank you Papa.”
“You’re welcome my little trouble maker. Just next time try not to give your Papa a heart attack will you?” He teases rubbing Sam’s arm.
Cas places two fingers to Dean’s head and suddenly the fever and cold disappears. The Little’s eyes starts to flutter open and his pacifer falls out of his mouth, saved by the clip on his shirt. “Dadee?”
“I’m here my little bug,” he kneels down next to the couch. “I’m so sorry I left and didn’t realize you weren’t feeling well. But I’m here and I’ve got you.”
“Don’t you mean I’ve got them.” Rowena corrects, “After all they’re my grandsons.”
Dean stares bewildered at her for a moment before turning to Cas. “I have a grandma?”
“Looks like…you do,” he looks at Rowena just as shock. He smiles to Dean, kisses his forehead. “Just take it at your pace my little bee. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Dean peels his eyes from Rowena to Castiel and nods, turning and hugging him. “Missed you!”
Castiel smiles holding his boy close, “I miss you too.”
~~~
Rowena insists the boys have a hearty soup to keep the colds from coming back. So there the two Littles sit, waiting for their soup at the kitchen table.
Sam sits at ease, beaming with happiness in the presence of his Nana while Dean was more suspicious and guarded. He keeps looking to Castiel who stood in the doorway with Crowley.
“Are you she isn’t going to poison them?” Castiel asks.
“No! No. She’s let that all go. After she found out Sam and now Dean regresses, it’s like she’s a changed woman.”
Castiel and Crowley watch as Rowena effortlessly interacts with the two. She sets a bowl of soup in front of each of them, encouraging them to eat.
Sam digs in while Dean looks suspiciously. “Sammy are you sure-.” He tries to whispers.
“Nana this is soooooo good!” Sam right away compliments.
“Thank you Samuel,” She smiles,squeezes his shoulder. She turns her attention to Dean. “Sweet boy, have you tried yours yet?”
Dean looks like a deer in headlights. He turns his gaze to Castiel who gives a smile and a small nod. Then hesitantly he tries the soup.
“Wait…this is really good!” He smiles to her.
“I knew you’d love it,” she places a hand on his shoulder next, squeezing it.
“Wow…she’s a natural.” Cas says to Crowley.
“You think this is good, you should’ve seen once when Sam threw a tantrum how well she handled it.”
“You think she could handle Dean’s?”
Crowley laughs, “Like it’s nothing. I guess we found our new babysitter.”
“I guess we did.” Cas stares on, watching Dean start to melt under the praise and attention.
Crowley turns to Castiel, “Where were you today?”
“I had to visit my brother.”
“Your brother?”
“Yeah,” Castiel chuckles to himself before turning to Crowley, “I have a feeling he’s going to be their backup babysitter.”
Things that should have made me realise I'm an age regressor sooner
But they get less socially acceptable as they go on (plz DNI if you find padded regression and other things like it weird)
hoards of stuffed animals
"I hate being an adult cause when I'm in the grocery store all scared and alone I can't just start crying out for my mom because instead of someone assuming I'm lost, they'll just look at me weird"
always feeling like I was younger than all my peers even if they were actually slightly younger than me
like half the foods I eat I eat b/c they make me feel like a kid. Like my big treat for myself after a stressful week was a pack of paw patrol yogurt drinks
Getting super into kids media, like the only movie that interests me is The Wild Robot
feeling comforted by how period pads felt like diapers
Having trouble tinkling myself up until 10th grade
Still sleeping in my parents bed some nights in 7th grade
Still as an adult picking my nose (I know it's unsanitary and I'm trying to stop)
Omg yes!! Cg fantastic four!! They all have such a good vibe, I love their comics. They are such a great family!!
To say I’m a huge Fantastic Four fan would be an understatement. I’ve love their “found family” dynamic since the early 2000’s films. But there’s something about this new movie with the 60’s aesthetic and the casting that just makes my little side scream. I watched the trailer and was like “These are my new fictional caregivers, add them to the list.” Plus make Ben the fun Uncle and Johnny an older brother little and you have a recipe for a great fic! Please enjoy!!!
Dinner at 7 o’clock 💙🤍
Caregiver! Reed Richards & Susan Storm, Older brother Little! Johnny Storm and GN Little! Reader (SFW)
Tags- little in trouble with cgs, don’t worry their softies, hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, sippy cups, stuffies
“We make it a point to do family dinner every week. Sunday at 7, on the dot, no matter what.”
I run off the bus and towards the Baxter building, one hand clutching my stuffed animal, the other holding onto my backpack strap.
Another glance to my watch sends my heart sinking. 7:30pm. I’m thirty minutes late! I try to hold back the tears inside of me. It’s okay, just thirty minutes. Maybe I could make you really good excuse? Maybe they would buy it?
Who am I kidding? Papa would see right through it. He’s super smart. Maybe Mama would have pity on me?
I run up the front steps of the Baxter building and right into the lobby. There Herbie the robot is waiting for me. “There you are Y/N, Mister Richards and Miss Storm have been worried about you.”
“Are they mad?” I ask, walking with the robot to the elevators.
“No, they are disappointed you missed dinner but they have been mostly worried.”
I missed dinner?!?!
It’s as if the world was crashing around me. I try to catch my racing heart, guilt filling me. “Okay…okay I’m heading up to see them.”
“Good idea. I will be waiting here for Johnny’s arrival.”
The elevator arrives and I quickly run in. I press the button to the top floor and wait. My heart and body fill with anxiety as we go floor by floor.
My thoughts go from Herbie who probably announced my arrival up stairs already to Johnny…the whole reason I’m in this mess.
My older brother Little was supposed to stick with me at the fair today….but he left me and said we’d meet up at the bus at 5. I waited an hour, two hours. I looked for him but I couldn’t wait any longer
I knew he just forgot. It isn’t the first time, certainly won’t be the last…But now, I had to cover for him while also trying to get myself out of trouble.
The elevator dings, pulling me from my thoughts as the doors open.
I step out and cautiously walk out and into our shared apartment floor. It’s quiet, too quiet. I walk into the kitchen to find the table cleaned from dinner. I sigh to myself, gripping my stuffed animal a little tighter.
“You’re late.” Papa’s stern voice breaks the silence causing me to jump.
“Papa-.” I turn to look at his and Mama’s disappointed expressions.
“What do I always say? We have dinner every Sunday at 7 together as a family. And neither you nor Johnny was here for it. Can you tell me why that was?” He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow to me.
I look between the two, “I was at the fair today…”
“And?” Mama encouraged me to go on.
“And I had fun. I won this Teddy! See?” I hold it up.
“It’s a lovely Teddy but it still doesn’t explain why you’re late.” Mama’s gentle voice reminds me.
“Yeah…so I…” I try to think of a good enough lie, “I…I lost track of time…and my bus driver was super slow so I got here after dinner.” I quickly rush to say.
The two Caregivers share a look that communicates everything without saying a word.
“Un huh…and you went to the fair, regressed, by yourself?” Papa asks.
“No! I was with Johnny. I told Mama before I left.” I say without realizing…damnit….
“Johnny kept an eye on you all day?” Mama asks.
“Yeah! We had fun.”
“So where is he?”
“He’s…you know him…he’s…”
“I’m right here.” Johnny strides into the kitchen with Herbie behind, “Someone didn’t hold the elevator for me while I was talking to Herbie downstairs.” He pats my back before going to the fridge. “Please tell me Uncle Ben saved some pasta for us.”
“You’re lucky he loves you kids.” Papa replies, clearly not done with the conversation. “Sit at the table. We’ll warm dinner up for you.”
And so while Papa and Mama went into the kitchen to talk a game plan of how they were going to get the truth out of us, Johnny and I say across from each other at the table, whisper arguing.
“WHERE WERE YOU?!?” I whisper yelled to him.
“I got caught up…”
“Caught up?! Seriously?! I was waiting there for two hours!!”
“Come on, it wasn’t that long…”
“It was!! I knew I should’ve taken Uncle Ben instead.” I sit back and cross my arms.
“Look, I’m sorry okay. I lost track of time myself. I was on that spinning top ride over and over again. And when my head stopped spinning I realized what time it was I rushed over but you had left.”
“Johnny, I don’t like getting in trouble with Papa and Mama.”
He scoffs, “Come on, they’re softies.”
“You’re older so you’re not as afraid. I don’t like it…all this lying and make believe and getting in trouble and-.”
Mama sets a plate of pasta in front of me cutting my conversation off. I blush looking up to her before casting my eyes to the ground. “Thank you.” I say softly.
She smiles and kisses my forehead. “You’re welcome my polite little one.” She says, putting Johnny’s bowl down next infront of him. “I just gotta grab our drinks and then we’ll all sit together.”
The moment she’s out of earshot Johnny looks to me, “You better not crack under their pressure.”
“I can’t do this.” I whine, “I don’t like them to be mad at me!!”
“They’re going to put the pressure on you because they know you’re an easy target. They butter you up and you crack on your own.”
“Because I feel guilt to lie to them?! I can’t. When they come over and they’re so nice to me and I’m lying to them, it eats at me…”
“Yeah but if you tell them the truth I’m in trouble.”
“You should be!”
“He should be what?” Papa appears out of no where, putting a sippy cup of juice in front of me.
“He should be…happy…that Uncle Ben saved us all this food.” I lie, blushing under his gaze.
“You both should be. Uncle Ben was very kind enough to make sure there was enough leftovers so you could eat.”
“Where is Uncle Ben?” Johnny ask, taking his plastic cup from Mama before she sat down at one end of the table, Papa sitting at the other.
“He should be around here.” Papa looks around.
“Would you like your Teddy have a chair?” Mama asks me so nicely. It makes the guilt inside of me swirl. I nod my head yes.
Mama smiles warmly, standing. She walks into Johnny and I’s playroom and grabs a small play chair. She brings it to my side, putting my newly won fair teddy in it.
Turmoil swirls inside me. I look back up to her as she takes her seat again. I can’t take it…I can’t take lying to her when she’s being so nice to me and Teddy.
“M-Mama…” I say a bit strain, “We-.”
“Had some much fun at the fair today.” Johnny interrupts.
“Really?” Mama smiles, “What did you guys do together?”
“Everything.” Johnny says vaguely. “Rides, carnival games…”
“Did you win this Teddy all by yourself sweetheart?” Papa asks me.
“I did! Second try and I won.”
“Wow!” He looks so genuinely impressed, “Im so proud of you.”
And all at once my heart sank again. Tears start to form in my eyes as I look at Papa. “I…I CAN’T DO THIS…” I start to cry.
I can hear Johnny sigh and put his fork down, mumbling “for the love of…”
“I wasn’t late because I didn’t realize what time it was! I knew I was going to be late but it was because Johnny left me to go do something else in the fair. I know you told him to keep an eye on me but I wanted to go back to the carnival games and he wanted to go back to the rides-.”
“Y/N, stooooooppppppp.” Johnny whines.
“So we split and promised to meet by the busses at 5 but I kept waiting and he never showed up so I went looking for him but I couldn’t find him so I home without him and was still late.” I cry, trying to explain.
“And I kept lying to cover for him because I didn’t want him to get in trouble but I don’t wanna lie to you Papa, or Mama. I…I…I’m sorry!!” I cry and explain through breaths before crumbling into tears.
“Awwwww sweetheart,” Papa pushes his chair back and pulls me to sit in his lap, holding me into a hug. “It’s okay, let it out.” He rubs my back, holding me close as I sob into his shirt.
“Johnny, you left them alone? Johnny I put you in charge because you said felt big enough for the responsibility.” Mama starts to scold.
“I did! I really did! But they’re just lying!” Johnny whines.
“They wouldn’t be upset if they were lying.” She raises an eyebrow to his defense.
“You don’t know that, maybe they’re a really good liar.”
“Johnny I know you’re not telling the truth and Y/N is.” Papa scolds.
“No you don’t!” Johnny adds, crosses his arms pouting.
“Really? Because while you and Y/N were arguing at the table, Mama and I reviewed Herbie’s footage which shows Y/N running in from the bus into the building and you flying to the building.”
Johnny freezes, rubbing his arm and looking down. “Oh…well that…”
“That, lines up better with the truth than your fake story,” Papa sighs, “I’m disappointed in both of you. I don’t expect you two to be liars.”
Now we both look upset. Johnny tries desperately to hide his tears while I hold Papa as my tears continue to fall.
“Come on Reed, let’s the kids off the hook,” Ben walks into the kitchen. “So they lied, not the end of the world.”
“Ben!” Johnny jumps from the table and hugs him, hiding away against him.
“Awww. Come on, what could the kid have possibly done?” He ask rubbing Johnny’s back to soothe him.
“Ben…” Mama shoots him a look that reads: stay out of it.
Ben gets the message quickly, “Alright, alright.” He holds a hand up in surrender.
“Johnny,” Mama starts to say, “can you look at me sweetie?”
Johnny reluctantly pulls himself away from Ben to look to her. His eyes red with tears.
“I’m not happy with that happened today. We left you in charge of Y/N and you left them alone. They’re younger than you. They could’ve gotten hurt while you were gone or lost. I know you wouldn’t want that to happen.” Johnny shakes his head no her.
“And Y/N,” she turns and looks to them still sitting in Papa’s lap. “I know you just wanted to protect Johnny, but lying isn’t the answer. If he does something wrong, you can’t always cover for him. Understand?”
I nod looking down again.
“I’m sorry…” Johnny breaks the silence saying.
“Me too…” I adds.
“We accept your apologies.” Mama opens her arms and Johnny happily accepts, sitting with her similar to how I’m sitting with Papa.
Speaking of him, “No more trips just the two of you. From now on if you want to go to the park or the fair, you have to take Mama or myself.”
“Or your crazy fun Uncle,” Ben jokes taking a seat at the table. “I’ll happily take you were ever you need to.”
“You’re not helping Ben.” Mama chuckles.
“What? I can’t stay mad at these rascals too long.” He teases.
“Neither can we,” Papa leans down places a kiss to my forehead.
After dinner it’s movie night with comfort and cuddles. We all gather in the living room and cuddle on the couch. Uncle Ben gets the lounger while Papa sits on one end and Mama on the other.
Johnny and I can’t sit still. I sit with Papa at the beginning of the film, then switch to cuddling with Mama where I fall asleep for the night. Johnny follows suit sitting cuddled to Mama, then Papa then falls asleep beside Uncle Ben.
Then all at once everything is calm again in the Baxter Building, having a Fantastic end to the day.
Hey guys! I wanted to make a post and keep you guys in the loop:)
I’m alive!!! I apologize for the long stretch of no fics. This month has been mentally taxing on me and I could see my love for writing feeling more like a chore than something I find joy in doing. So I pushed myself away from it and I’m happy to say it helped a lot.
During my break my inbox for request skyrocketed! (thank you guys!) So with all these new request I’m going to close my inbox for a little bit so I can cracking down.
I have a late Valentine’s Day fic almost done and a fic ready to be posted tomorrow! So stay tuned!!😁👀
I just want to take a moment to talk all of you. I appreciate your compassion during this time and your love for my stories. I’m excited to get back to it. Thank you for sticking with me💞
Wearing diapers/pull-ups is something many sfw littles do for two main reasons: 1) need and 2) comfort.
Some regressors have certain medical conditions that make these items a need. Regression can also affect some people’s bladder control so dips/pull-ups would be also be a need for them.
Dips and pull-ups help many littles regress and stay regressed. The release of responsibility, the sensory experience (using or not using), the nostalgia, the intimacy of a cg changing you, the feeling of safety, the comfort, the cute patterns, everything. It all just makes us feel so tiny and safe and comforted. Some may even wear them when they aren’t feeling smol just because of how comfy and safe they make you feel!
You’re telling me the Fantastic Four don’t give “chosen family” vibes?!
Plus with Reid and Susan as a Little Reader’s Caregivers?!
Evidence:
GET OUT OF HERE!!!
Johnny Storm being a big brother Little and Ben being like a fun Uncle?!!!
I apologize, I am obsessed with the new Fantastic Four movie! Comment below if you guys want Headcannons or a fic with the new team! Thanks for reading my rant😂🙌
Poly cg derek morgan x spencer reid x little reader where she is 2 and use a paci and always kiss them with her paci and hugs them after the paci kiss 🥺
A bit of a smaller fic but one that is so cute! I’m sorry this request too me so long but here it is! I love the prompt so much! I’m always a sucker for forehead kisses because I think they’re such a cute way of incorporating kisses in agere. But this?!? Kisses on the paci?!?! So adorable!! Thank you for the request!!
Late Night Paci Kisses💋🍼
Caregivers! Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid and Fem Little! Reader (SFW)
Tags- comfort fic, late night snuggles, cuddling, kisses on regressed Little’s pacifier, hugs
It’s a quiet night in Virginia. There in a small apartment in the city, Morgan and Spencer start to burn the late night oil, looking over a case file. The two sit at the kitchen table, going over every detail of the crime scene, speculating what their unsub’s next move could be.
It’s late, far too late for their little one Y/N to be up. After some crying, whining, cuddles, a warm bottle and some bedtime stories, they finally managed to get their little one to sleep so they could begin working.
But they should know that their little one is a stubborn one.
About two hours after they first put her down to sleep for the night, there she was. Hair messy with sleep, their blanket wrapped around their shoulders like a poncho, and their paci still in their mouth.
Morgan immediately heard the footsteps walking down the hallway. “Sweetheart what are you doing up?” He sigh, but opened his arms to her.
Wordlessly they pattered over to the kitchen table where Morgan sat. She climbing into his lap and relaxed against him. Morgan chuckles, shaking his head as he wraps his arms around her.
“It’s too late for you to be up. You know that right?” He lightly chided.
But instead of having a reasoning or an excuse, she just lifted her face up, wanting a paci kiss. And who was Morgan to refuse?
“You want a kiss from Dade? Alright.” He leans forward placing a small kiss to her paci. Immediately he could see how it brightens her up.
“Is that what you came out here for? Some snuggles and kisses?” Morgan smirks as he gets a nod from her.
She lifted her head again for a second one. Morgan made a big show of it. “Mmmmmmmawh!” He drags out the kiss getting a giggle from his sleepy little one.
Down the hallway the bathroom door opens, “Okay, so I think our Unsub-.” Spencer stops in his tracks seeing the Little bundle in Morgan’s arms.
“Papaaaa!” She raises her arms to him.
He smirks, crossing his arms and looking at the two, “When did you wake up darling?”
She just giggle in response. Morgan explains, “Seems like someone decided they needed cuddles and kisses more than sleeping.” He smirks.
“Is that so?” Spencer smiles as he walked into the room. The moment he does she reaches out to him and into his arms she goes.
She whine, lifting her head up. Spencer chuckles, “A paci kiss?”
“She’s needs lots of kisses since she woke up.” Morgan calls over his shoulder.
“Well who am I to deny her of her kisses.” He lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to her pacifier, then a second one right after. “There, and one for good luck.” He winks.
He bounces the Little in his arms as he goes over the case with Morgan, the big adult conversation flying over her head. She rest in his arms, arms wrapped around his neck, head rested on his shoulder.
Every so often she’ll lift her head, getting one kiss from Spencer. Then he’ll walk over so she can get a kiss from Morgan.
So the adults can work, and their little one can get their well deserved and needed paci kisses.
Hey guys! Wanted to give a quick update because…where have I been?!😂
I want to apologize. I know we’re already 21 days into the month and I haven’t posted a fic yet. As many of you know I struggle with different mental illnesses. This has been a bit of a hindrance on my writing lately.
I’m still working on the Squid Games Headcannons and I’m almost done with a Criminal Minds story.
But I wanted to let you guys know I’m okay, I’m try to work through my own issues so I can get back to a better place to write more frequently.
Please know your stories are not forgotten! Just up in the que for writing!
While I may not understand or even be interested in materials that some mutuals of mine are (whether Tumblr or Instagram, etc), it doesn't mean I don't step out of my zone to draw content for that! (Did it to trade for adopts, but I had fun drawing their OC x Canon ship!)
I usually am interested in things most people aren't actively talking much about! That of course being BBJX! (I've had some mutuals who liked the show, but sadly aren't active anymore to chat about it unfortunately off site. It's also rare for me to get questions for that C-Drama too. It makes me very happy when I get something like that a lot!)
So a fun fact abt me is that I really REALLY like dice. Not just dnd. Dice. It doesn't matter what type, I will collect them. All of them. (Please ask me abt my dice collection I love them)
