#nonsexual age regression

[sherlocked-hunter-in-the-tardis]

agere jason todd non verbal and little just sobbing and bruce trying to figure out whats wrong

Hi, there!! Were you thinking of something like this??

💔 “It Was Too Much”

It wasn’t like anything had gone wrong.

Dinner had been loud, sure, but that wasn’t new. Dick was being his usual golden retriever self, spinning some chaotic patrol story and gesturing with his fork. Tim had made some snarky comment that no one had quite caught, and Damian had growled and launched a handful of rice at him. Bruce gave them all the look, and Alfred cleared his throat just once, and somehow everyone quieted down again.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was fine.

Jason had even laughed a little. A real laugh. Not loud, just enough to earn him a fond look from Bruce and a ruffle of hair from Dick as they passed plates.

He should’ve felt okay.

But by the time everyone was settled in the living room, some sprawled across the couches, others on the floor, and Alfred in his armchair with tea, Jason could feel it building. That… thing. That pressure in his chest. The tight, high feeling in his throat. His fingers twitched, his jaw clenched, and his body felt wrong-wrong-wrong.

And the worst part was, he didn’t even know why.

He hadn’t been teased too much. Hadn’t been singled out. Nobody was mad at him. Nobody meant to hurt him.

But his head was buzzing. His skin felt too tight. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, and the sound of everyone’s voices—laughing, bickering, teasing—turned into a soup of static.

Jason sat frozen, curled slightly in on himself at the far end of the couch, silent as the storm inside him built with every second. And then—

“Hey, Jaybird,” Dick grinned. “You doing okay over there? You’ve been super quiet.”

Jason’s breath hitched.

That was all it took.

One kind question. One spotlight. One second too long holding it in.

His eyes flooded instantly.

He shook his head once, sharp and tiny, like a startled animal, and then it hit. A great, shuddering sob ripped from his throat before he could stop it. His body folded inward, arms over his head, shoulders trembling hard.

The room stopped.

Bruce was up in seconds.

He didn’t ask questions.

Didn’t demand answers.

He just crossed the room, knelt by the couch, and pulled Jason gently into his arms like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And Jason melted.

Collapsed into his chest. Sobbed against the front of Bruce’s shirt, small and gasping and silent between the breaths, like he couldn’t even form the energy for words anymore. Just tears. Just shaking.

Just little.

“Everyone out,” Bruce said quietly over Jason’s head.

There were no protests.

Not when they saw the way Jason curled into Bruce’s chest like a baby, fists clutching the fabric, face wet and red and blotchy.

Not when they saw the way Bruce rubbed his back in slow, steady circles, whispering low into his ear.

Tim gently took Damian by the arm. Dick gave one last worried look and helped Alfred to the doorway. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, silence fell.

Bruce stayed sitting on the couch, Jason cradled in his lap like a much younger child. He didn’t try to get Jason to talk.

He just held him.

“Shhh,” Bruce murmured, rocking ever so slightly. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you now.”

Jason whimpered. His sobs were quieter now, but he still couldn’t speak—his brain had gone fuzzy, baby-soft, too small for words. The regressed part of him clung tighter to Bruce’s shirt, shaking his head in tiny, jerky movements.

“Too much, huh?” Bruce cooed, brushing back his sweaty hair. “I know. I know, baby boy. It’s alright. That was a lot. You don’t have to be big anymore, okay? Just let go. I’ll take care of everything.”

Jason sniffled hard, hiccuping against his chest.

“Shh. That’s it. Just cry it out, sweetheart. Daddy’s not going anywhere.”

Eventually, Jason’s sobs started to fade into hiccups. His fists relaxed slightly. He sagged against Bruce like his bones had turned to jelly.

Bruce didn’t move.

Not when his shirt was soaked through. Not when his legs started to go numb. Not when Jason’s breath hitched again like he might start crying all over.

Just soft rocking. Just baby-talk murmurs. Just love.

“Such a brave boy,” Bruce whispered. “Held it in so long, didn’t you? But you don’t have to do that here, Jaybaby. Not with me. I’ll always take care of you.”

Jason shuddered and let out the softest squeaky whine.

Bruce kissed his hairline. “That’s my good boy. Daddy’s got you.”

A while later, no telling how long, Bruce felt a small tap on his arm.

He glanced down.

Jason was still quiet. Still nonverbal. But he blinked up at him with big, wet eyes and then reached one hand out—

—and pointed to the soft grey elephant stuffie tucked on the edge of the bookshelf.

Bruce smiled. Warm. Proud.

“You want her?” he asked gently.

Jason nodded.

Bruce stood slowly, still holding him, and grabbed the plush. He tucked it into Jason’s arms and watched the way Jason clutched it like a lifeline.

And then the tiniest breath slipped from Jason’s lips.

“…f’ank you.”

It was barely a whisper. More a feeling than a word. But Bruce heard it.

He kissed the top of his boy’s head.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Jason fell asleep like that, elephant held tight in one hand, Bruce’s shirt in the other, his body heavy with the relief of being safe.

Bruce didn’t move for a long, long time.

Some things were worth the numb legs.

Some things, like this, were worth everything.

[miraculous-demigod]

Wicked agere headcanon (or maybe a future fanfic prompt as it lives in my WIPs garden):

Caregiver!Elphaba, talking to a regressed!Galinda who is currently crying and pouting over a scraped knee in the Shiz courtyard: “I know it hurts, ‘Lin, but it’s been almost five minutes, I don’t think we need to shed any more tears over this. Why don’t we go back to our room an—“

Galinda, still crying: “this is in NO WAY a WE situation! I’M the victim here!”

Elphaba, internally: I think we’re confused about who the real victim is when you’re about to have a temper tantrum

(But in the end our dear Elphie carries her sweet ‘Linny back to their dorm room piggyback style, where it’s an even bigger hassle to disinfect the wound on the squirmy, cranky girl. She loves the miraculous ladybug bandaid though, letting out a small giggle when Elphaba says she’s gonna “make the ouchies disappear with magic” and blows her a kiss to make her feel better.

Now every time Little!Galinda gets hurt, from a small bump to a paper cut, she runs to Elphie so “she can kiss it all better,” much to (CG!)Fiyero’s amusement when he’s with them)

[princesspawzzz]

[frogprincet]

Princes, , ,

[littlepolyps]

cg!tanjiro kamado & little!reader

ft. little!nezuko

tl;dr: headcanons about tanjiro being your cg! i got this idea when rewatching hashira training arc, when those slayers were calling tanjiro “mom” i got some agere ideas hehe

warnings: demon slayer spoilers! also allusions to reader’s ambiguous trauma (but considering this is kny, their family was probably killed by a demon) . reader is also a demon slayer

☀️ tanjiro found out about your regression during training one day during training.

you’d slipped into your headspace after he managed to land a blow on you. it brought you back to that night… he was worried at first that he hit you too hard. he’d stopped the sparring completely, getting you a cool towel for where you were hit. he noticed you seemed out of it. you told him about your regression. he was curious, naturally, but got it right away when you explained it to him. he immediately offers to help you through this regression episode, and that sort of sets the tone. soon, he becomes your caregiver.

🟩 tanjiro is so incredibly patient with you as your cg. he’s especially good with littles who are shy or nonverbal.

⬛️ if you’re comfortable with it, he is soooo giving you piggyback rides. if you think you’re too big or too heavy for him, you couldn’t be more wrong. “i’ve carried someone probably bigger than lord tengen!” (the pic below is what i’m referencing btw)

🎴 lives to see your smile and hear your laugh. whether he’s tickling you, telling you a funny story or a joke, or scolding inosuke or zenitsu. or something he does intentionally accidentally like topple over or bump into something. (cough cough he may or may not do it especially on your bad days where you hadn’t smiled once).

🗡️ he’s either listening to you yap or he’s the yapper. even if it’s nonsensical baby babbles, coos, or talking about anything and everything you can think of, he’ll be like, “uh-huh, then what happened, sunflower?” “*gasp* no they didn’t!” if he’s the one talking, it’s usually about a mission, something he saw, the people he saved, or the shenanigans of zenitsu and inosuke.

☀️ he loves to call you his “sunflower” as mentioned. you’re also his sunshine, his sunbeam, his little sundrop. and as for you? you call him… wait for it… ✨mr. mommy✨

🟩 lends an article of his clothing (usually his haori) if he’s going on a mission without you.

⬛️ if you slipped during a mission and he’s there with you, he’s pulling you aside to make sure you’re okay and lets you sit with the box nezuko is in. she always comes out to sit with you until the sun rises, then she’d go back into her box (until she conquered the sun. then she’d be able to step in and help take care of you when tanjiro couldn’t).

🌸 and now… a nezuko interlude 🌸

speaking of nezuko, she’s possibly the best playmate ever for you, and tanjiro just loves seeing his sister play with his little. he doesn’t even need to remind her to be gentle with you because he trusts her with you entirely.

when she’s relearning how to talk, nezuko mimics you (which leads her into calling tanjiro mr. mommy and then calling zenitsu and inosuke mr. mommy too).

sometimes she might end up regressing too, and making herself smaller helps that. she’s the perfect size to curl up to you and sleep.

very very sweet little, giving you flowers, headpats, anything to gain your trust.

🌸 this has been… a nezuko interlude 🌸

🎴 tanjiro likes to cook you any of your comfort/safe foods. whatever it may be, and he’s not too good to ask for help from mitsuri (who i hc as the master chef of the demon slayer corps).

🗡️ he sits you on the counter when he’s cooking, humming out of tune (bless his tone deaf heart, but he can’t mimic a tune to save his life).

☀️ good at soothing you after nightmares. he’s hushing you softly, stroking your hair, rubbing your back, laying you on his chest (if you’re comfortable ofc)

🟩 goes to great lengths to ensure you feel safe, happy, comfortable, and loved as his little.

⬛️ he would love to watch fireworks with you. but if you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’d try to find something to plug your ears with. or if you’re not about fireworks at all, he totally understands! you can hang out with zenitsu (who i hc also doesn’t like the sound of fireworks bc of his sharp hearing).

🎴 sometimes he needs a reminder to take care of himself.

🗡️ he may or may not also end up slipping and regressing himself.

[bubblecup]

My kitty dress has a paci its soooooo cute !!

Brand is uramo

[cyberangel77]

I want someone to hold me tightly and say their proud of me while I cry

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[lucasthedinoboy]

[sherlocked-hunter-in-the-tardis]

Can you do Little!Damien getting taken care of by his big brothers because Bruce is at the Watchtower and cannot leave without drawing attention? Preferably with the rest of them not being Little at the time but also if you want the drama of them slowly becoming Little because of stress and trying to hold out and then Bruce saying "fuck it" and abandoning the league because those are his BABIES, I wouldn't be mad.

AHHH yes absolutely!!! I loved this request so much!

It actually ended up becoming part of my new series where all the batkids regress 😭🖤 So HUGE thanks for the idea!!

I had so much fun with the concept of Damian being little and the big bros scrambling to keep it together (and failing spectacularly) while Bruce is stuck at the Watchtower, losing his mind.

You totally nailed the drama potential, and I couldn’t resist running with it!

Hope you have fun reading it!! And thank you again for sending such a great request. It was so lovely to talk to you 💫💌

Here's the fanfic:

Title: Protocol: Come Home

Fandom: Batman (DCU)

Warnings: Age Regression, Pacifiers, Diapers, Thumb-sucking.

Summary: With Bruce stuck away, the Batkids do their best to care for little Damian, but one by one, they slip into their own soft, regressed states. By the time Bruce makes it back, they’re all tiny and sobbing, and he holds them like they deserve.

And, please, remember internet etiquette: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ!!!

[miraculous-demigod]

Wicked agere headcanon pt 2 as this also lives in my WIP garden, but most likely the whole fic will be posted on AO3 by the end of the month (or is it a teaser if I’m actually writing around this? Anyway enjoy some CG! Elphie and Little! Galinda because I’m straight up not having a good time in the club right now and need some Gelphie to self soothe lmao)

(I imagine Galinda being such a threenager when she’s overtired and grumpy)

After a very powerful fifteen minutes, the cries calm down into wet sniffles and coughs, her face covered with tears and snot and sadness as she rubs her puffy eyes with her palms, absolutely exhausted from what just happened.

“Welcome back down to Shiz,” Elphaba says with a small, teasing smile, pressing a kiss to the back of the other girl's hand. “That was a pretty big tornado of emotions, huh? Wanna tell me what it was all about?”

A huff followed by a long, high pitched whine and some babble grace her as an answer, making out some words such as tired, sun, and the ever so famous, no!

“You’re a bit too small for real words then,” she concludes, and the way Galinda reaches out for her pajama sleeve to chew on is all the confirmation she needs.

“I think you going to class today is out of the question,” she continues her one-sided conversation, booping her girl on the nose, “so why don’t we get up to start our morning and meet Nessie for some breakfast?”

“No!”

What an Oz-tastic way to start the day.

[papa-morningstar]

Hi guys!

Name's Dick, but I prefer Robin! I'm a fictive alter from the show "Young Justice". I'm not actually the cool guy Robin, but he's my source and we have similar styles, but we're not the same person.

I'm 16! I'm a little/big brother to everyone in sys. I'm a boy so I go by he/him pronouns!!

I love going for runs and going to the gym (but only when someone else goes) and I really like music a lot. I like acrobatics and gymnastics too.

I don't like mean people, people who take advantage of me, yelling, fighting, or loud/overlapping noises.

I'm a minor so please be kind to me and treat me with respect. I'm a nice guy but if you cross me or my family (headmates) I will not hesitate to be mean to you.

[frogprincet]

Wanted to draw myself with my cane and braces

[littlepolyps]

cg!colby brock moodboard & headcanons

colby as your cg would include…

… watching sunsets together

… gaming together (he’s doing all the work but you act like you’re helping)

… “dearly beloved” is your lullaby

… looooots of cuddles. to the point where you’re wriggling from his grasp

… tying your shoes for you so you don’t trip on your shoelaces

… the BEST at consoling you after nightmares

… if you need to chew on something, he’s getting you all the teethers you need

… letting you play with his rings if you need to fidget with something

… if you ever do a video with him and sam, he’s quadruple checking to see if you’ll be okay

… if you’re a little who’s especially sensitive to your environment, you’re in luck cos you might’ve gotten the best caregiver ever

… making sure you’re comfortable, getting you sensory gear, noise-canceling headphones, anything you need

… if a ghost is messing with you, he is not above throwing hands (it’s futile but he still would do it if it made you feel better)

… if you think you’re “too tall” or “too big” to be his little, think again cos he WILL find ways of making you feel pint sized

[bubblecup]

My newest Winnie the Pooh tree ♡

[lucasthedinoboy]

[sickly-bittersweet]

How do I stop age regressing someone help this is rlly embarrassing

(I don’t wanna be vulnerable but I also wanna give in AHH GET OUT OF MY BODU)