More below. Masterlist and story recommendations too
I wrote wandanat sfw and age regression stories with wandanat as the readers caregivers/partners. Currently on a mental health break.
Wanda is mama and Nat is mommy/mom.
NSFW dni
Story masterlist (Wandanat agere caregivers neutral reader sfw)
Story recommendations (mostly marvel, wandanat. Will be agere and sfw)
I'm okay with minors following/liking my posts but I will not interact in DMS due to the age difference. I want this to sfw and we all have to be safe.
Unfortunately my regression seems to have gone dormant. I went through a lot a few months ago and healing takes time. I went from not being able to stay big to switching ages to now not being able to regress like I could.
I’m a bit absent on tumblr since I’m trying to spend my time on hobbies rather than social media and unfortunately I haven’t had the energy to write any new stories.
I’m hoping my little selves will come back with time. In the mean time I’m giving them a safer space. I’ll try to keep updating the story recommendations but currently I’ve not been reading any other than one I’d likely only recommend on my main page.
For regression stuff you’ll need this blog.
For non regression stuff you’ll want @ollie-maximoff I’m not really posting at the moment but you’re welcome to message me if you’re over 18, I will try to post story recommendations I don’t really wanna recommend on here (it’s more when there’s maybe more swearing or a bit more violence)
this includes showering/bathing, brushing your teeth, hair, doing skincare if you do that, nd etc!
if you don't do skincare, try least washing your face, its good for you!
struggle brushing your teeth? its okay! me too! you can try lil tricks like listening to a song, watching a video, or fidgeting with something in your free hand!
don't forget to floss! nd if you struggle with that too, you can buy floss picks nd just do it in bed
fairy lights, tv show to calm you down, whatever works best for you!
if you're still not tired or just have a bit of energy left, lets try doing an off screen activity!! for example reading, coloring, building legos, or try making some origami! thats something i did a lot!
Soft carer who lulls their baby to sleep with the sound of their soothing voice. "Mama/papa/Bubba is here, little one. You're safe to nap."
Soft carer who gives them their bottle or sippy, shushing them softly when they're being fussy about napping.
Soft carer who tucks them in with their stuffie right by their side and makes their stuffie give them a kiss goodnight just like their carer.
Soft carer who makes sure their bedtime routine is done but if they can't do a full routine then they praise them for trying their best. "Good job little one, you did what you could, and that was your best. I'm proud of you."
This most is mostly for minors!! but anyone could need this advice! - more posts about safety linked at the end!
Hi everybody! I'm just here to set a reminder that when looking for a caregiver - to always be careful. I hate saying it but not everyone is trustworthy or safe!
I see lots of posts in the agere tags asking for caregivers, posting application forms that contain really personal details about the original poster, and even publicly giving out their Discord usernames! a lot of these people are also minors! I'm just going to give you some basic tips about being safe while searching for a caregiver.
❥⋯ Never give out your real name, real age - especially if you're under 18!!, and anything that can give away where you live!
❥⋯ Always double-check-peoples profiles, do they post anything icky? do they follow certain people who also post icky things? do certain posts contradict other posts?
❥⋯ Become friends with your caregiver before developing a relationship! really get to know them and there boundaries, let them really know you before you show them your most vulnerable side.
❥⋯ Never click random links that people send you! especially from people you don't know!
❥⋯ Never ever tell people your triggers! only tell your extremely trusted friends what triggers you! never tell a stranger what triggers you and makes you vulrunable!
❥⋯ Only send photos of yourself to trusted friends! and if you really want to post that outfit, cover your face with a filter or sticker! its quick and easy to do!
I understand wanting a caregiver so bad, but you need to be safe! Not everyone has the best intentions. And your safety comes first!
If you ever have an interaction with a icky person, don't hesitate to report and block them. And if your in something like a disocrd server - tell a mod! keeping everyone safe is important!
I encourage people to comment and give out more advice in the reblogs. I have not covered every internet safety tip here.
Links to other posts.
Sighs of Grooming online , How to spot certain kink blogs, Tatics predators use, Consent within agere spaces.
🤎 How to include your fictional caregiver in your daily life (without AI!) 🤎
- Create an OC for your fictional caregiver's series/universe. Give them lore!
- Create moodboards of your fictional caregiver and what you'd like to do together.
- Plan a day or trip you'd like to go on with them!
- What are your character's best values? Try and use them as inspiration to make them proud! Example: if your caregiver is very disciplined, think of how pleased they'd be to see you take care of yourself!
- If there are meals they like, try cooking them for yourself. Who knows, they might even introduce you to your new favourite dish.
- Create a scrapbook for them, including your artwork, favourite quotes of theirs, etc.
- Use the Finch app and name your bird after your character, so you get notifications from them throughout the day, reminding you to take care of yourself.
- Make a playlist of songs that remind you of them, or would remind them of you.
- Find a colour, article of clothing or accessory that reminds you of them and 'borrow it' on days where you need extra support.
- Buy a small plush of them, or one that reminds you of them. Bring them out in your bag or pocket, dress them up, take photos of them... the possibilities are endless!
- Commission artwork, fanfics or comfort character letters.
- Have them be your inner monologue when you need a little extra support. Having a bad day? What would your caregiver tell you to cheer you up?
- Find an ask account of your character here on Tumblr and say hello (just make sure you know their boundaries!)
I hope these help, and remember, your fictional caregiver loves you and is so proud of you! 🐾
Carer who takes the time to make their little ones soup, broth or noodles when they're feeling icky and feed them. And doesn't let them eat sweets cause they know their baby will regret it. And deals with their grumpy attitude when they can't have said Sweets.
Carer who bundles them up in blankets and let's them sleep on their lap when they're too cold
Carer who washes their stuffies so germs don't get on them. "They're just taking a bath, bub. And they'll be all clean just like you." :)
Carer who makes them take meds like icky cough syrup but it's ok cause they get their little ones favorite flavor of juice to chase it down.
Carer who cares for their extra sensitive babies who get more fussy and cry when they're sick.
Carers who don't let them go outside cause they're very protective of their babies getting more sick (it's summer) (they don't care). /lh
Carers who nap by them when the sniffles and coughs interupt their naptime/sleep.
Carers who clean up their messes when their tummy aches too much and reassures them. "it's ok, everyone gets sick and it's my job to help you get better, no matter the messes."
Believe me, I know it's not the same as having someone to help you - but sometimes we have to make do. 🤎 So let's discuss some ways that you can be your own caregiver.
🐾 Future You
Think about a 'near future you' and how you can give them an extra boost. Maybe it's you when you get home in the evening, or a week in advance, either way, spoil them!
Some examples:
- "Future me would be so happy to have a clean kitchen to cook in later."
- "Let's lay our favourite pyjamas out so future me can get a comfortable night's sleep."
- "It's getting late, I should go to bed so future me has lots of energy tomorrow."
Showing yourself love by putting in a little bit of extra effort can really help with motivation! Really take on the role of a doting parent if you're able.
🐾 Inner Monologue
Similar to Future You, the goal here is to separate your stream of consciousness (the part of you that makes choices), and the part of you that isn't feeling in control. Speak kindly in your mind, like you would to a child. Console them, encourage them, even over the little things.
Some examples:
- "Oh dear, I know you're tired but we need to get a shower. Let's get it done quickly and then you can rest."
- "Look at you go, brushing your teeth! We're going to feel so much better once we're freshened up."
- "This work is hard, isn't it? After it's done, we'll do something nice and relaxing."
- "Almost done. You're being really brave."
🐾 Show Your Inner Child Your Life
What would they love about your life? Your hobbies, your friends, the fact you still like their favourite band? See your world through the eyes of a child who would idolise a grownup like you, who never stopped being fun.
🐾 Let Your Inner Child Plan Your Day
Let them choose your outfit, activities and meals. Whatever that little voice decides, that's what you'll do.
🐾 What Would A Toddler Need?
At our core, we aren't much more complicated than we were when we were little. When children are in bad moods, we don't hold a grudge against them, we consider what might be making them so fussy. We never really grow out of that, even the strongest, toughest people in our lives get hangry or overwhelmed. If we're feeling burnt out, grumpy, or on the verge of tears - it might be time to ask what a toddler would need. Sometimes the most intense emotions can be fixed with some quiet time or a snack.
🐾 Reward Charts
Struggling to get something done? Make yourself a little reward chart and buy yourself stickers. Add prizes or rewards for milestones or streaks, and commit to treating yourself when you achieve them.
🐾 Making Time For Whimsy
I promise you it's good and important!! Plan adventures, arts and crafts, time with friends, movie nights, anything - and get excited! Always have something to look forward to if you can. If you look online, you're likely to find really fun events for cheap/free in your area, like pottery/painting classes and meet ups.
🐾 Other Suggestions:
- Plan to cook/order your favourite food when you know a day will be stressful
- Make a routine with yourself and stick to it. Maybe every Friday, you go for a walk or do a face mask and paint your nails!
- Be playful and gentle with others. Sometimes people just need to be reminded that it's okay to be silly and vulnerable.
Hey there, sweetheart. If you’re reading this, it got to the person it was meant for. I know things have been hard lately, maybe even harder than you wanna talk about, but I see you trying. I always do. And I’m proud of you.
Even on the worst days, when it’s hardest to believe it, you’re never alone. I’ve got you. No matter how far apart we are, whether it’s across the Tower or a multiverse away, I’ve got you. Always.
Now, I’ve gotta get going. Buck’s waiting on me (date night, his idea this time). But can you do me a favor, honey? Take care of yourself a little. Eat something, get some water, rest if you can. Just be a little kind to yourself for me. Got it? Good job, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon. Love you ❤️
Summary: The morning after some intense intimacy with your girlfriends, you wake up in their bed, feeling soft and small. Natasha and Wanda are there to catch and comfort you, whatever headspace you're in ♡
Word count: 2k ♡
Heads up: This is a SFW age regression one-shot. There is very vague reference to *something* having happened the night before, but otherwise this is just pure fluff ♡
Author's Note: I've never written something specifically about age regression before... this just kind of happened the other day (I think I was in need of comfort so gravitated towards writing something super fluffy). Thank you to everyone who let me know they'd be interested in trying this out from me, I needed that extra push! Anyway, I really hope this is okay 🥺♡
When you wake, your first instinct is to cling. Your body feels tired still, despite all the sleep. There will no doubt be bruises blooming on your skin, but last night feels too far away to contemplate those aches, like it was experienced by another person entirely. This morning your head is cloaked in the marshmallow fog of something beyond your usual subspace, something fluffy and fragile and undeniably small. Right now all you can think of is them, and you need to know that they’re beside you, that they will cushion your fall.
Today it’s Natasha’s turn to be on the receiving end of your clinginess, since she’s the one in front of you when your eyes open and the fuzzy desperation kicks in. Your fingers find her vest top and wrap around the bottom of the strap, clinging to the triangle of fabric like this will anchor you to her forever. She’s asleep, which surprises you. Natasha is always awake before you, always ready. Seeing her sleeping is strange, and although she looks so pretty and peaceful like this, you need her awake so you can reassure yourself of her love.
One more little tug prompts Natasha’s eyes to flicker open, and her lips curl into a smile when she meets your avid gaze. One glance down at your hand tells her everything she needs to know about your mindset this morning. You’re floating in the hot air balloon which always carries you away after an intense scene. The aftercare they give you inflates the balloon with warmth, and it rises according to the amount they give, the amount you need. This time their sweetness and reassurance has sent you so high into the clouds, there is no sign of returning to land anytime soon. The twitching of your nose and the way your knuckle sits between parted lips are telltale signs of this. Natasha knows you, and she knows that your head always gets more fuzzy as the altitude increases. Softer. Smaller.
Natasha cups your cheek and kisses you on the forehead. You just blink at her with doe-eyes for a while, feeling awestruck and expectant, then you wriggle a little closer and nuzzle into her arm. She is your whole world right now, and it takes a while for your brain to make space for anyone else. When you remember, you turn around to find the bed empty on your other side.
“Mommy is in the bathroom,” Natasha tells you, gesturing with her eyes towards the ensuite door, which is surrounded by the slight glow which signals its occupied status. Her words reassure you instantly, both from the explanation and her ready use of the right title. It simply clicks together in your brain without need for translation, the puzzle pieces the right size and offering the right connections. You turn back to her, replacing your head against her arm. Once safely nestled, you sigh out your content, your breath warm against her arm — probably tickling the soft blonde hairs which grow there. She strokes the back of your head with the hand of the arm you have claimed, her open palm running down the braid she made last night. Her other arm is wrapped around your waist, her fingers creeping up your vest and dancing lightly up and down the bumps of your spine, which protrude a little in your curled-up state. You always seem smaller, somehow, on mornings like this. Perhaps because your limbs are always tucked in, pulling things close and clinging to your girlfriends, or any other source of comfort you can find in the devastating but rare event of their absence.
“What do you want for breakfast, little one?” she asks, and you frown, lips pouting against your knuckle. Your brain is too fuzzy to think. Can’t she see that? Mommy would know; Mommy would take over if you were silent for so long. But Natasha is just waiting, expecting an answer you can’t give.
“Mama choose,” you mewl, the words slipping out without planning, without any awareness that this name is new.
There’s a pause, in which she stops stroking your arm and stays motionless and silent for a few moments. Just long enough to make something stir beneath the fog; the slightest niggle of worry twitching in your belly. But before it can awaken, she resumes the soft motions of her fingers on your skin and responds to you with a measured calm.
“Okay,” Natasha says quietly. “Mama can choose when she is out the bathroom.”
You look up at her then, feeling a little lost. Something isn’t right about her answer. Why the need for waiting? You don’t get it, but you also don’t have the words to question it. So you wait, thoughts too disconnected to contemplate the confusion.
When Wanda opens the door she immediately breaks into a smile at the sight of you and her wife curled up together. Natasha frees one hand from you to gesture for her to come, and Wanda approaches, sitting on the bed and stroking your thigh.
“Our little one wants you to choose what we have for breakfast,” Natasha tells her, and you look up at her, your eyes glistening with tears when you process what she’s saying.
“No!” you whine, clamouring for her to understand, tugging at her top in frustration. “Mama choose.”
She stares down at you, her eyebrows furrowed. There’s no recognition, no understanding in her eyes.
“My love,” Wanda says, huffing with laughter. “She doesn’t mean me. She means you.”
Natasha’s lips part into a small O, and you begin to tremble. She doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want you. You turn your head into her arm, because there’s nowhere else to hide.
“Oh, baby…” Natasha breathes, stroking your back as you sob. “Is that right?” She pauses, finds your chin and tilts it up so you look at her again. There’s an odd expression on her face. She seems nervous, and it scares you. “Am I… am I mama?”
You give the smallest nod, then pull away from her hand to hide again, because you can’t bear to see the disgust on her face. You can’t bear the shame.
“Oh.” It’s a tiny sound she emits. A sound that wavers and crackles with emotion. You cry into her despite her obvious distaste. You cry over what you’ve said, what you’ve done. But then she moves her arms, putting her hands under your armpits, scooping you up and turning you until you’re sitting side-saddle on her lap and hiding your face in her shoulder. “Baby, I... I’d love to be your mama.”
Your sobs stutter a moment, as you process her words. But you’re too scared to believe them. Too scared to emerge from your safe place hidden in her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry that I didn’t understand at first, little one,” she tells you, stroking your hair and then wiping away your tears when you look up at her in hope. She has tears of her own, pooling on her lashes and making her eyes twinkle. “I get it now. I — Mama was just a bit surprised for a moment. Happy surprised. Because you’re mine, and I’m so, so lucky to have you.”
She rocks you then, hushing your leftover cries of overwhelm and kissing your forehead until you calm down and your breath slows. Her body is warm against yours, her grip steady and sure. She’s holding you so tightly, you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.
“My girls,” Wanda hums happily, stroking the back of your neck and playing with the baby hairs that didn’t make it into the braid. She leans forward and gives Natasha a kiss on the lips, her hand still gently placed on the back of your neck. You watch, blinking away the tears that still cling to your lashes. Your mamas are so pretty.
“So what does mama want for breakfast?” Wanda prompts, smiling between you and Natasha, who grins.
“I am thinking pancakes,” she hums. “What do you think, malen’kaya printsessa?”
You wrinkle up your nose at the nickname, because it’s new. But new doesn’t mean bad; new just means you’re not sure. But pancakes aren’t new. Pancakes you are very sure about. So you nod.
“Pancakes it is, then,” she murmurs. “Our princess has spoken.” And she gives you a kiss on the nose, making you giggle.
“Pancakes sounds wonderful,” Wanda agrees, and she tickles your feet just a little, prompting a pout.
“Mommyyyy…” you whine, “no tickles!”
“Sorry baby,” Wanda apologises, stopping at once and giving you a kiss on your cheek, which makes your pout evaporate. “Now, who would you like to make pancakes?”
You consider that for a moment. Mama usually makes the pancakes, and she makes them well. But Mommy is an excellent cook. You’re sure she can manage, and that would mean you could stay right here where it’s comfy, cradled on Mama’s lap.
“Mommy make them please?” you ask quietly, feeling a wobble in your tummy at the act of choosing, in case you upset her. “And Mama stay?”
“Of course baby,” Wanda tells you, with a smile that soothes your worries. “Such beautiful manners too, my darling girl. You stay here with Mama, and I’ll make the pancakes.”
“Not big ones,” you clarify quickly, heart thudding at the thought. You hate big pancakes. They make your mouth feel fluffy and your tummy feel too full. But Mommy doesn’t seem to understand; she’s wearing that frown which means she’s thinking hard and still doesn’t know what you mean. But you can’t work out how to explain; the words won’t fit together. So you bury your face in your Mama’s neck, upset at your ineptitude and resigning yourself to a yucky breakfast.
“She means she doesn’t want them to be too thick,” Natasha says smoothly. “She wants thin ones — blinis, rather than American pancakes. That’s right, isn’t it, little one?” She guides you to raise your head with a gentle stroke of your cheek, clearly wanting to check your face for confirmation.
You smile at her in relief, and nod. You turn to face Wanda then, giving your Mommy a nod too, just to make sure. She smiles back at you.
“Of course, I forgot how much my baby likes thin pancakes. I’ll make lots and lots, and then you can do the toppings yourself, when they’re ready. Does that sound okay, little one?”
You nod again, then fall back into Natasha’s hold with a sigh, watching your Mommy leave with a slight sadness, but one which is soothed by your Mama’s steady stroking of your arms.
You stay quiet for a while, your bodies melting together and heartbeats slowing to a synchronised thud.
“I love you so much, baby,” she whispers into the crown of your head. “You have no idea how much it means to me, to be your Mama.”
You look up at her, and see her smiling down at you, her cheeks glistening with tears. You reach up, trying to stroke them away, the way she and Mommy do for you.
“Happy?” you nervously check, as your thumb brushes one away.
“Yes, kroshka moya. Happy tears. Very happy tears.”
Even despite her reassurance, your eyes begin to water too. You can’t help it. Seeing anyone cry always sets you off. And you feel so fragile right now, so wobbly.
“Oh, baby,” she coos, returning the favour and mirroring your actions, wiping away a tear with a gentle stroke of her thumb. “Look at the two of us, hm? Are these happy tears too?”
You nod, your hand lifting to grab at her own, needing something to hold, needing another piece of her, although you have so much already.
“Love you, Mama,” you whisper, and Natasha closes her eyes a moment and takes a deep breath, like she’s feeling something too big to share. Then she opens her eyes, and she leans her head down so her forehead presses against yours, skin touching skin.
“Mama loves you too,” she whispers back, her lips forming the words so close to your face that they become part of the air you breathe. The words settle in your lungs, seep into your blood and are pumped around your body until every fibre of your being is marked by the sentiment and imbued with your Mama’s love.
“So very much, baby. Forever.”
Author's Note: Thank you for reading, especially if this is something you didn't expect me to post/don't usually read. I don't have any experience of age regression but I found this really comforting to write, so if there are folk who enjoyed it then I might do/share more of this kind of writing in the future. Please let me know what you think -- constructive comments are welcome too (as long as they are kind) ♡
Hi kids! You're speaking with Wanda Maximoff, but you can call me Wanda, mama, mom... Whatever you like.
I'm here to help kids cope with their feelings, comfort them, or simply offer a listening ear to their sweet babbles.
You can send me asks, you can text me, and I'll reply and help you to the best of my abilities.
I think it's clear enough that this is a kiddo/pet space only, so I don't want any nsfw or triggering interaction here, this is a safe space for anyone who needs a bit of comfort, ya'll can go be pervs somewhere else.
And if you don't... It won't be Wanda to come after ya'll, it'll be the Scarlet Witch.
Anyway, Kids, stay safe! Miss Wanda is here if you need anything!
hey there, Agent Romanoff here, also known as black widow.
Yes, I'm an ex child assassin. Yes, I have blood on my hands.
No, I'm not dangerous- not to kiddos, anyway.
And this profile was made just for them.
You can call me mama, mommy, ma, mum, or just miss Romanoff, or whatever you're comfortable with.
I can't have kids of my own, so I thought of opening a profile for any baby to talk to me.
You can send me asks, you can text me, and I'll reply and help you to the best of my abilities.
I think it's clear enough that this is a kiddo/pet space only, so I don't want any nsfw or triggering interaction here, this is a safe space for anyone who needs a bit of comfort, ya'll can go be pervs somewhere else.
I remind you that I'm very scary when pissed off.
Thank you.
Anyway, kids, stay safe! Mama Nat is here for ya'll.
Hello, I am James Buchanan Barnes, you've probably heard about me already, under the name "winter soldier".
Well, I'm not that man anymore. I've recovered and decided that maybe I needed to do something "good" for other people, with the help of my friend, Steve Rogers.
You can call me Bucky, but also daddy/daddy Bucky/dada/papa or whatever feels best for you.
Feel free to dm me or text in my ask box of you need a caregiver, if you have any questions, need a bit of comfort or want to talk about your day.
I'm getting better at this technology thing, but sometimes I might need a bit of patience to answer every ask or message, so Steve will help me too.
You're clearly free to ask for who you wanna talk to when texting us, kiddo.
I think it's clear enough that this is a kiddo/pet space only, so I don't want any nsfw or triggering interaction here, this is a safe space for anyone who needs a bit of comfort, ya'll can go be pervs somewhere else.
That being said, I'll wait for you, little ones, and try my best to cheer up your days.
With the help of my team, the Avengers, I've decided to open a blog and help little kids deal with their big emotions, just like my friend Bucky is already doing.
Feel free to dm me or text in my ask box of you need a caregiver, if you have any questions, need a bit of comfort or want to talk about your day.
As your captain, I'm here to listen and help you all, kiddos or puppies, whatever you feel more comfortable in, no matter how big or small you or your problems are.
Please be patient with me, kids, I'm still new to technology and sometimes I might struggle to answer between missions, but I'm always here for ya'll.
I think it's clear enough that this is a kiddo/pet space only, so I don't want any nsfw or triggering interaction here, this is a safe space for anyone who needs a bit of comfort, ya'll can go be pervs somewhere else.
I can and will beat whoever breaks this rule with my shield.
Also, just please ignore this username... Tony chose it for me and I can't change it...
Feel free to dm me, ask me anything and talk about your day, your struggles, or simply babble your little minds out to me.
Cap's got his comms on to hear all of you, littles
okay wait chronic illness baby moment… thinking about steve n bucky helping me with my asthma 🫁 helping me take my medicine and my inhaler and breathing treatments when i need them 💨 being extra careful and babying me whenever i get sick n coughy 😷 holding me upright in their laps so i can sleep without wheezing and they can reapply vapo-rub to my chest 💤 taking care of me so so well that i always know i’m safe n protected n they’re never gonna let anything happen to me ❤️
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