coco

she/her // requests: open

[mcyt-agere]

Coco's Masterlist

about me :)

rules post <3

anon list!

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Dream

Take a Break

George

nothing here yet :)

Sapnap

nothing here yet :)

Karl

End Stream

Wilbur

Grocery Store

Alone

Quackity

nothing here yet :)

Foolish

nothing here yet :)

Punz

Be Back Soon

Sam

Sick Day

Dream Team

Sleepy Baby

[mcyt-agere]

Little!reader with CG!dream where him and reader are roommates with Sapnap and George and readers worried about regressing in front of them - jay

yess cute! :)

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Roommates

caregiver!boyfriend!cc!Dream x gn!little!reader

Mentions of cc!Sapnap and cc!GeorgeNotFound

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You bite your lip nervously as your foot taps up and down.

You’ve had a rough day at college, and you really want nothing more than to go to bed.

However, you know your boyfriend and your roommates are probably eating right now, so you won’t be able to breeze past their offices like on normal nights.

There’s nothing you want more than to just sit out in your car all night, but you know Dream knows your work schedule, so he’ll be looking for you.

Taking a deep breath, you step out of your car.

You can do this; you can hold down the urge to regress.

You’ve done it before, so you feel confident in your ability to suppress it as best as possible.

Surprisingly, they’re all gathered around the television when you enter the house.

“You’re home!”, Dream cheers, motioning you over to sit with him.

The second you’re in front of him, he pulls you onto his lap.

“How was work?’, he asks you softly, his hands resting on your thighs.

“Good.”, you murmur, the slight fuzzy feeling in your mind growing slowly but steadily.

The movie playing in front of all of you is displaying a graphic fight scene, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the sight.

“What is this movie?”, you glance away, trying to erase the image of what you had just seen.

“Some dumb movie Sapnap wanted.”, George replies, obviously not happy with the choice.

“Dream wanted to watch it too!”, Sapnap argues, pointing at the man behind you.

Your boyfriend scoffs, and you can feel him shaking his head.

“We’re literally missing Quackity’s lore stream for this.”, George mumbles, pulling out his phone and scrolling through Twitter.

“Shut up, idiot. I’m trying to watch!”, Sapnap throws a pillow at George.

All of their eyes are drawn to the screen as screaming sounds from the speakers.

You make the mistake of looking, watching one of the main characters die on-screen.

Your face twists in disgust, and you turn to bury your head in Dream’s hoodie.

“What’s wrong, y/n?”, he whispers, trying to get you to look at him.

You cling to him tightly, not allowing him to get a good look at you.

“Can you look at me, please?”, it’s a gentle order masked as a question.

Taking a shaky breath, you pull back to look at him.

Dream immediately notices the faraway look in your eyes, and he feels his heart sink.

This movie isn’t suitable for a little, and he feels guilty for not noticing sooner.

“Go on to the bedroom, okay? I’ll be in there in a minute.”, Dream murmurs, gently patting your leg.

You try to act natural as you shoot up to your feet, making a beeline for your shared bedroom.

“Guys, I’m sorry. y/n had a tough day at work.”, he apologizes to his best friends before leaving without another word.

When he enters the bedroom, he finds you curled up on the bed with tears streaming down your face.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.”, he immediately apologizes.

He sits on the end of the bed, pulling you onto his lap and holding you closely against his chest.

You sniffle, trying to stay quiet.

“Do you want to talk about it, honey?”, he asks softly, a hand lightly running up and down your back.

You know your voice is going to be shaky, but you pull back enough to talk to him.

Your hands lift enough to play with the strings of his hoodie, giving you something to focus on besides the conversation you’re about to have.

“Work was bad.”, you murmur, still fighting the urge to fully slip.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

His question sits heavy in the air.

You’re not quite sure how to answer it because you don’t want to make him upset.

When you finally do answer, it’s a whisper that Dream can’t quite make out.

“Can you repeat that for me?”, he prompts you, trying not to upset you further.

You take a deep breath, blinking back a fresh set of tears.

“Didn’t want to slip in front of them.”, you manage to tell him.

Dream immediately understands why you’re upset.

He knows Sapnap and George won’t mind if he explained what was going on.

Sure, they might be a little confused at first, but he has a gut feeling that they’d actually enjoy it.

They always complain that they never get to spoil anyone because Dream spoils them, so this could be their time to shine.

However, he does understand how scary it might be to have to tell them, and he is more than willing to explain it for you if you would prefer it.

“I know, I know.”, he murmurs, not quite sure how to approach the situation.

“What if they think it’s weird? What if they hate me?”, Dream’s heart drops as you start to spiral.

“Baby, don’t think like that.”, he murmurs.

Dream feels your entire body relax against his, and he realizes that you have finally slipped the entire way.

Since he knows there won’t be any use in trying to have a serious conversation anymore, he tables the discussion of telling your shared roommates.

“They love you so much; you don’t need to worry about them, okay?”, Dream hums, doing his best to assure you.

“Kay.”, you agree, less worried about telling them with the reassurance of your boyfriend.

“How about I start a bath for you, hmm?”, Dream offers, wanting to take your mind off of the situation.

You think about it for a moment. “Bubbles?”

Dream chuckles before nodding.

“Of course, there will be bubbles.”

[mcyt-agere]

Helo :) can u do a cg! Karl x little! Reader.. Like reader is streaming and they get hate comments and they almost regress while streaming and karl helped them end stream...sorry if it don't make sense kinda feeling small rn :)

am too :) is cute

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End Stream

cg!cc!Karl x gn!little!reader

Warning(s): mentions of hate comments and involuntary regression

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You quietly hum to the music playing in your headphones, tapping your fingers on your desk to the beat as you wait for your game to load.

“Where’s Karl?”, you read out of your chat with a little smile.

You glace down to your phone, checking the time.

“He’s doing some work right now.”, you reply, waiting for the bar to continue filling.

It’s taking a bit longer than you had anticipated for it to load, but it gives you more time to talk to your chat.

“Chat, look at the new sweater I got!”, you suddenly remember, looking at the package settled by your feet.

You hold up the pastel sweater, displaying it for your viewers to see.

It came a little bigger than you had intended, but nothing’s wrong with a big sweater.

It’s also super soft, so maybe slipping it on isn’t such a good idea.

However, you slide the new sweater on anyway, grinning at how it fits.

The fuzzy material and oversized attire within the first few seconds are already making your brain a little fuzzy, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

You’ve repressed this tiny fuzz before, so you’re not overly worried about it.

You hear Karl’s office door open, and you realize because of the time that he has finally decided that he should probably eat something.

“Guys, I-“, your comment you were going to make fades away as you notice the influx of negative comments.

Most of them are concerning your appearance, spurned on by the new sweater.

The slight fuzz in your head grows tenfold as you try to ignore the hate, but you know you won’t be able to hold it down much longer.

As Karl roams through the kitchen trying to find something to eat, he hears something strange on your stream that he has pulled up on his phone.

You’ve let out a shaky sigh, masked as annoyance at your game that won’t load.

Karl knows you a lot better than all of your viewers, and he knows the real reason for that little sigh.

He watches you for a few more moments, noticing the distant look in your eyes.

His mind races as he tries to think of a good excuse to have you end your stream, but he knows you won’t put up much of a fight no matter what he comes up with.

Besides, the excuse is more for your chat than you.

You know you need to end your stream, but your devotion to your audience will outweigh the thought of ending.

Karl abandons his task of finding food, making his way to your office.

The door to the room is open, but he knocks on it anyway to get your attention.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he lifts his finger to his mouth to silence you.

“Chat, I’m stealing (y/n.) They’re all mine, no argument. Bye guys.”, Karl rambles a bit as he clicks a few buttons to end your stream.

The second your screen goes black, Karl watches as you visibly relax.

“Tanks.”, you murmur, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater.

“You look so cute. Did you just get this?”, Karl tries to distract you from the guilt he knows you’re feeling from having to end your stream.

“Mhmm! Dis mornin’.”, you grin as Karl inspects the sweater.

“It’s so soft!”, he coos, feeling the fabric between two fingers.

You start fidgeting in your seat, tired of Karl just looking at you.

“Color?”, you give him your best pleading look.

Karl thinks about it for a second before shaking his head.

“We both need to eat something first. I know you haven’t had anything since lunch.”, he murmurs, taking your hands in his.

You have a momentary debate whether to argue with him or give in, but you know Karl won’t appreciate you arguing.

Besides, he did just do you a pretty big favor ending your stream for you.

You nod, letting him pick you up and take you to the kitchen.

“Nuggies?”, Karl offers, taking a package of chicken nuggets out of the freezer.

You nod with a lopsided smile.

Karl sets you on the counter while he prepares the nuggets, watching carefully to make sure you don’t teeter off of the edge.

“Cuddles while they cook?”, he offers, holding his arms out for you.

“Mhmm!!”, you nod, allowing him to lead you to the couch.

“I love you, baby.”, Karl presses a kiss to the tip of your nose as you rest against him.

“Luv you too.”, you reply, giggling as Karl’s cheeks tint red.

Karl runs his hand up and down your back as he grabs the remote to turn on your favorite show.

You’re glad he helped you end your stream; this is so much better than streaming.

[mcyt-agere]

little dream? if you do anything like that :) he regresses really young with a gender neutral CG.

hi!!

while this would be cute, i only write little!reader

i'm sorry!!

[mcyt-agere]

sometimes i feel dumb cause i regress and i’m still a teen :( (i regress 5-3 and im 17)

oh don't feel dumb!!

agere is for everyone, don't feel bad just because you're a teen! (technically i'm still a teen too!)

[mcyt-agere]

COCO MY BELOVED I ADORE UR CONTENT 😭🤍🐰

ahhh thank you!!!! <3

you're so sweet!!!

[mcyt-agere]

Are requests still open?

yes!!

[mcyt-agere]

Do u know ash @mcytagere? U have almmost the same url so u should be frrjnds :) i like your writing makes me fdeel small

i’m always down for more friends <3

and yayyy!!!

[mcyt-agere]

am workin on a karl story

hope to get it up soon, but work sucks :(

[mcyt-agere]

Would you write for badboyhalo?

um probably not because i don't watch him as much as i used to :(

[mcyt-agere]

Your fics are so so so cute! There just so sjndghsbgdhsb /pos

ahhh thank you!!! < 3

[mcyt-agere]

Asking bc im a Wilbur simp for female y/n x Wilbur where she’s feeling down and hides the fact she’s upset wills been in the office and out for a while and will comes home ands like are u ok? And she just tells him how she’s feeling and he holds her and tells her he loves her

ahh cute!!

I know it said female, but I don't think I used any specific gendered terms :/

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Alone

cg!Wilbur x gn!little!reader

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You glance up at the clock for the third time in the past five minutes.

Wilbur had promised he’d be home almost an hour ago, and you have to admit that you’re a little worried about him.

You’ve tried texting him, but he didn’t reply.

“Be home soon.”, you assure the stuffie sitting next to you on the couch.

You’re not sure if you’re trying to reassure the stuffie or yourself.

What if Will never comes home?

Tears start building up in your eyes, but you won’t let them fall.

You have to stay a little big until Wilbur gets home, but it’s getting harder and harder.

He spends so much time at his office anymore that you feel like you barely see him.

You just feel so…

So…

Alone.

The door handle starts rattling the slightest bit as you can hear Wilbur unlocking the front door.

You pull your knees up against your chest, curling up against the corner of the couch.

“y/n?”, you hear your name being called.

There’s no reply, so he begins searching the house for you.

It doesn’t take long for him to find you curled up on the couch.

“Love, are you feeling okay?”, he asks, slightly concerned by the way you don’t even stir when he enters the room.

Normally, you’re either jumping up to your feet to greet him or toddling up with some sort of toy in hand to welcome him home.

You just let out a little hum, trying not to break down right away.

He just got home, you don’t want to freak him out and make him leave you alone again.

“Can you look at me, please?”, Wilbur lowers his voice to almost a whisper, sitting on the couch next to you.

You shift a little bit, trying your best to look in his eyes.

Wilbur immediately notices the slight faraway look in your eyes, recognizing that you’re not only feeling little, but you’re also struggling not to fall apart.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

The second he asks, you immediately start crying.

He leans the slightest bit to loop one arm under your knee and the other around your middle to pull you onto his lap.

You immediately bury your face in the sweater he’s wearing, trying your best to calm down.

“If I count, can you breathe with me?”, Wilbur asks you softly.

He’s trying to be gentle and extra careful because he’s still not quite sure what is causing you to feel this way.

You don’t really reply, but he starts slowly counting anyway.

He counts to four for you to inhale before continuing to eight for you to exhale.

You follow his counting for some time before you finally catch your breath.

“Better?”, Wilbur asks you softly, a hand running up and down your back.

You nod slowly, head still racing with worries and anxiety from earlier.

“I’d like to talk about what’s bothering you, if that’s okay.”, Wilbur lifts his hand to your chin to tilt your head up.

“’kay.”, you murmur, taking another deep breath.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”, he leaves the question relatively open-ended so you can answer however you’d like.

You take a minute to figure out how to structure your response, trying to get some sort of coherent thought to form in your ind.

“You gone so long. Lonely.”, you murmur, slightly scared to see how he’s going to react.

Wilbur doesn’t quite understand as he was only in the office for a couple of hours, but by the look on your face, you can tell he means how long he has been gone in general.

His thinking face is pretty intense, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve offended him.

“Am sowwy.”, you whisper before you rest your head against his chest again, a fresh set of tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry.”, he repeats over and over as he runs a hand up and down your back, the other arm around your waist tightly.

He pulls your head back enough to gently wipe away your tears, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

Wilbur lets you situate yourself to be curled up tightly against him before he gently starts rocking the slightest bit.

“I love you so much, baby. I’ll be at home more, I promise. I’m sorry I made you feel alone and maybe even neglected, okay? I’m so, so sorry. I love you so much, I promise.”, he hums quietly, holding you almost too tightly.

“Luv you too.”, you whisper, feeling a lot better about Wilbur being home.

[mcyt-agere]

Could you do a CG!punz x little! reader. I'd love to read that :) also your writing is amazing:) <3

ohhh 🙈☺️

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Be Back Soon

cg!Punz x little!gn!reader

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“Okay, I’ll be home in two hours. I just have to go to my dentist appointment, okay?”, Punz reminds you as he slips his shoes on.

You hand him his keys, grinning as he rewards you with a kiss.

“I’ll text you when I’m on my way home too. Maybe I can pick up lunch for us?”, he quirks up an eyebrow with a smirk on his face.

“Okay!!”, you giggle, giving him a kiss before he leaves the house, closing the front door behind him.

Punz normally doesn’t leave you alone when you’re feeling fuzzy, but this is something he can’t get out of.

You try to pass the time by watching your favorite cartoon, but even that can get a little boring after a few episodes.

Maybe coloring will help.

Punz loves when you color him pictures; he even has a specific wall he has set aside just to be decorated by your pictures.

You begin coloring a picture of a couple fish under the sea, alternating colors and trying your best to stay within the lines.

“Is good.”, you murmur when you finish, admiring your own work.

As you glance up at the clock, you realize it has been more than two hours since Punz left.

You frown; there’s not even a text from him on your phone.

Daddy forgot about you.

You shake your head, trying to get the thought out of your head.

“No. He no do dat.”, you try to argue with yourself, slipping quickly.

What if you said something wrong?

You think through your conversations today with him.

“No, I good.”, you frown.

You’ve been so good lately…

What could be wrong?

“No, Daddy be back soon.”, you assure yourself, sitting on the couch to face the door.

“Daddy always come home.”, you whisper after a few more minutes pass with no further communication from Punz.

You start nervously chewing on your fingers.

Is he okay?

What happened at the dentist?

This is why no one should have to go to the dentist.

What if you upset him?

Maybe he won’t come back…

Lost in your deep train of thought, you don’t hear the door open.

“Sorry about that, y/n. I got caught in traffic and then the food line was way too-“, he cuts himself off when he sees the faraway look in your eyes.

There’s a familiar sparkle in your eyes, though it doesn’t look as bright as normal.

“Hey, bug. You okay?”, he gently rests a hand on your knee to get your attention.

You immediately snap back into it, eyes watering as you see your favorite guy in front of you.

“Scawed.”, you whimper, leaning forward to give him a tight hug.

Punz is a bit freaked out by the way you cling to him like he’s about to disappear.

“Why, baby?”, he asks softly, running his fingers through your hair.

You sniffle a bit before pulling away to look at him.

Punz likes eyes contact when you have serious talks like this, so you try to honor that every time.

“Thought you forgot ‘bout me.”, you admit, letting your eyes drop to your lap.

Your fingers find their home in your mouth again before Punz carefully guides your fingers out of your mouth.

“Not the fingers, baby. Remember?”, he gently reminds you.

You nod, playing with his fingers instead.

“I am so sorry I didn’t text you like I promised. Daddy was wrong, and that’s my fault. I didn’t mean to worry you.”, Punz does his best to apologize though he knows it might not fix the situation.

“Daddy bad.”, you smile innocently up at him.

“I know, I know.”, he replies playfully.

“Kisses.”, you remind him, poking his cheek.

After every misunderstanding, there are always apology kisses from the offending party, and this time, you’re on the receiving end.

“Right. Right. How many?”, he gives you a chance to decide the number.

You think for a second.

“Lots.”, is your reply.

Punz grins before beginning to press kisses all over your face.

“Stuffie wants one too.”, you hold up your favorite stuffie for him to kiss.

He kisses the top of its head, delighting in the giggles you let out.

Judging by the giant smile on your face, Punz assumes that all is well and forgiven, so he moves to sit on the couch next to you.

“Watch ‘toons?”, you guilt, even though you’re well over the limit of screen time that is normally in place.

Punz pretends to think about it, waiting until you give him your best pleading look to cave.

“Okay, we can watch some cartoons.”, he nods, grabbing the remote.

You move to sit on his lap, leaning against him.

“Luv you, daddy.”, you mumble before leaning up a bit to press a kiss to his jaw.

“I love you too, cutie.”

[mcyt-agere]

What about polyCG!dreamteam with sleepy little!reader and could it be he/they pronouns also could I be Jay anon ? :)

awww wan it 🥺

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Sleepy Baby

cg!dream team x gn!little!reader

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Your eyes slowly get heavier and heavier as you nuzzle into Sapnap’s chest.

He’s been holding you tightly, on call with George for one of his alt streams.

Dream is across the hall in his own office where you had originally started the night, curled up on his lap.

Sapnap had been whining that he was cold, a silent plead for you to come cuddle.

Before you knew it, you were curled up in his lap, his arms wrapped around you.

“You tired, bubs?”, Sapnap murmurs, running a hand up and down your back.

The feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your back almost seal the deal of putting you to sleep.

Your reply is unintelligible which makes him laugh.

“Don’t worry. I think George is going to end soon.”, he hums, resting his head on top of yours.

As you shift in his lap again, you accidentally drop your stuffie off the side of his chair.

A little whimper escapes your lips as you try to lean to grab it.

“What’s wrong?”, Sapnap leans back in his chair a bit to try to figure out what’s wrong by the look on your face.

“Stuffie.”, you stick out your lower lip, looking down at the stuffed animal on the floor.

Sapnap awkwardly leans over to pick it up, careful that you don’t fall off his lap in the process.

“Tanks.”, you give him a lopsided grin as you clutch the stuffie against your chest.

“My turn.”, George suddenly enters the room with no warning.

You and Sapnap both look slightly confused.

George must’ve ended the stream while both of you were occupied.

“Come here, love.”, George motions for you to take his hand.

“No.”, Sapnap protests.

You’re not in the mood to listen to an argument, so you get up to follow George.

“He shouldn’t have let you stay up that late.”, George mumbles under his breath as he leads you into the bedroom.

There’s a massive bed situated in the middle of the room, big enough for all four of you to comfortably sleep all together.

“No bed.”, you cross your arms, trying to put up your best attempt at a fight.

Earlier in the day, your caregivers had all promised to watch a movie of your choice with you before bed.

Now bedtime is upon you, and you haven’t watched your movie yet.

“Yes, bed. I can tell how tired you are.”, George teases, chuckling at how you try your best to look offended.

“No, no bed. Movie.”, you narrow your eyes at him.

George’s eyes widen at the mention of a movie; he had completely forgotten about their earlier promise.

Judging by how late it is, Dream and Sapnap must’ve forgotten too.

“We’re going to have to push back the movie, love. I’m so sorry.”, George apologizes, digging through one of your drawers to find a pair of pajamas for you.

“No!”

With your little mind getting even more fuzzy from fatigue, you can’t help but be angry about the movie.

Normally it probably wouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason, you seem extra fixated on them not keeping their promise to you.

“What’s going on?”, Dream peeks his head into the bedroom, fully entering when he sees you standing in front of George with your arms crossed and a pout on your face.

“Movie!”, you protest as he enters, hoping he’ll take your side.

It takes a second for him to figure out what’s wrong, but the realization hits him like a truck.

“Shit.”, he mumbles.

“Bad word.”, you reply, shooting him a look.

He knows he’ll have to make the movie up to you tomorrow, but he knows you seriously need to get some rest.

“I think somebody’s ready for bed.”, Dream changes the subject, crossing his own arms over his chest.

You shake your head, still not willing to give in this easy.

“Here, baby. Let us help you.”, Sapnap appears out of nowhere, holding up a pair of pajamas for you.

It’s no use arguing with them when they’re all teaming up on you, so you let them change you into a pair of pajamas, decorated with your favorite cartoon characters.

Dream picks you up, slightly poking at your sides to break your grumpy façade.

“Don’”, you try to wiggle away from him, but he doesn’t let up.

He settles you down on the bed in between him and George.

Sapnap climbs in behind George after turning off the lights, the slight glow from the LED’s in the room the only source of light around you.

“Story?”, you murmur, barely able to keep your eyes open anymore.

“Hmm, maybe if you ask nicely.”, George prompts you.

You let out a little sigh.

“Pease?”

George smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a way to reward you for your manners.

“What story do you want?”, Sapnap asks you, his chin resting on George’s shoulder so he can see all of you.

You take a moment to think, not really coming up with a good answer.

“I have one.”, Dream speaks up after a moment.

He tells a story about a cat that goes on adventures around the world, allowing George and Sapnap to jump in as they please.

“Next, she went on a plane.”

“No, a train.”

“No, a plane is better.”

“What if she walked?”

Even with their light bickering and sometimes strange ideas, their story does the job, and your eyes close as you fall asleep.

“Aww, they’re so cute.”

“Our little baby.”

“We’re so lucky.”

It’s hard for them to sleep when you look so cute and sweet sleeping yourself, but they can’t resist joining you in slumberland.

[mcyt-agere]

m feelin small ☺️

[mcyt-agere]

um, to the person that just sent me a quackity request, are you sure you meant to send it to me?

(you called me bee in the request hehe, i think you might've meant to request it from @/bee-agere?)

[mcyt-agere]

hi! i completely understand if you don’t want to answer this, but i was wondering how you can tell if you’re regressed? i’ve looked into it and i’m trying to find which things help me slip and sometimes my thoughts feel small but i can still tell i’m physically my big age, so i was wondering if there are any rough guidelines. also i hope you’re having a good day!! :D

hi!!

um, i feel like this is different to everyone, so i'm just going to speak from my own experience!! everyone could probably give a different answer to this!!

for me, i get this light, fuzzy feeling in my head where it becomes hard to focus on literally anything. it grows more and more if i try to ignore it, but i've found ways to suppress it if i'm at work or whatever if that makes any sense.

sometimes watching a certain show or playing with a specific fidget toy help me slip if i'm trying to do it on purpose, but i know that doesn't always work for everybody.

i also have this purposely gigantic sweatshirt that helps me feel little because i literally drown in it hehe

this stuff probably didn't help at all, but this is just how i go about it. i don't really think there are "guidelines" or anything because age regression is different for literally everyone, so i think just keep trying things and hopefully you'll stumble upon something that works for you!!

my messages are always open if you want to talk more! <3