#tw age regression

[jaxrants]

So uhhh, little update on how things are going..

TW: slight vent, m*th mention, drug use, bad mom, bad guardians, age regression, jealousy, I think that's it, please let me know if not

So for those that don't know, I'm living with my grandparents on my stepdads side now because my mom had m*th in her system (again) when we went to court, I'm going to school now, but I sit in a computer room all day, so there really is no sense in me going when I can just do the work at home. My anxiety shit is getting a little better, then immediatly getting worse. My case worker has to give me a full psychological exam, sign me up for therapy, and just it's a whole lot of shit and the damn trauma assessment person is the one that's demanding all of this, so apparently I'm a whole lot more traumatized that I had originally thought.

Onto some things about me and Val:

I am getting more and more attached to her. I can't sleep unless we're otp, and most of the time, unless she hums to me I can't fall asleep. I might be a bit more of an age regressor than I had originally thought. I fully regressed to just baby talk a couple nights ago after a really rough anxiety attack. I'm so fucking happy she loves me. If she didn't, I don't know what I'd do. I'm so fucking happy with her (when my anxiety isn't being a bitch and causing questioning and shit) and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She graduates soon, and she's planning on finding work so that hopefully soon she'll be able to buy us a place and get me out of here. I plan on trying to help as soon as I possibly can. I have also realized just how jealous both me and Val can get too. She doesn't like any of my friends, and I don't like how she talks to one of them. Kassandra is someone who's been super nice to me, but I don't like her and Val talking. I worry Val will end up preferring her over me, as her and Kassandra are close, if not the exact same age, and I'm younger than both of them.

The whole sich with my dad:

He's still trying to get partial custody of me. He and my stepmom send me lots of gifts and stuff. He got me a computer and gave me 50 bucks for my birthday and miss sam just keeps buying me things. She just recently got me a whole lot of nail polish, a Cirkul thermos, and some other stuff. They're really cool.

Living with my grandparents:

It's honestly not all that fun. They constantly force me to go to school when I don't feel well (my voice was completely changed because of some sort of sickness and the still forced me to go), and I had a really bad panic attack at school, they still forced me to go back the next day. When we first got here, grandma had a TV from my uncle mike (from before he passed) and she stuck it in my sisters room at first, then gave it to me. Well, she took it last night because I don't leave my room often and because I don't let my sisters in here to watch it often. Like damn, I'm not being stengy, I'm just having a rough time and want to be alone. So I can no longer watch tv or listen to music when I'm playing like roblox and yandere sim on my computer (it makes the games laggy if I play it from my computer, and I use my phone to text Val, so I can't use it to listen to the music) and it essentially fucked up my entire system of listening to music/watching TV on it, playing/doing school work on my computer, and texting Val using my phone (or using my computer to text Val if I'm playing something on my phone)

School:

So far, I've made around about 10/15 "friends" (I don't know them all that well but say "Hi" if I see them) and lost 1 close friend that I made. (He was really creepy and touchy when I was going though that panic attack at school. At first, I thought that was just how he was with his friends, but it was later determined by his other friends that he was being really weird as he usually doesn't like being touched. He was like rubbing up and down my spine and my side but going just a little too far down. And he grabbed my face [in a way I'd only be comfortable with Val holding my face] and glanced down to my lips one time. I was honestly terrified he was going to try to kiss me. Both me and Val found it weird, and she no longer wanted me talking to him, so I don't).

I'm quite sure that's about everything. OH!! And I'm supposed to be being taken to get my hair cut and dyed here soon. We're doing black with like lilac or lavender, I haven't decided how I want the colors split yet, so if y'all have an idea or something, please lmk.

@purpleeggyboi @salem-the-puppet @blooming-skeleton @luciluck2046 @beecha @caretaleandotherstuff @evry1h8s-me

[chutefullofholes]

Little! Bucky with a blanket?

sooo sorry it took me months to get to this!!! content warning for (not nsfw!!!) age regression below the read more. since it's been a bit just an author's note that all my age regression stuff takes place in show canon during the war/post war. (:

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Gale had gotten good at sensing when it was one of those days.

Sometimes it happened slow, creeping in at the edges, so gradual that he didn't particularly notice until John was already there. With his shoulders curled in a little tighter, words simpler, eyes a little too floaty when Gale asked him something.

He figured he preferred that to when it came on faster, making him flinch mid-sentence in a way that made something in Gale’s chest ache.

Today, it had been the kind of regression that came in on a careful, even paced approach. 

John had followed him around the house closer than usual, seeming more interested in that then the projects he'd been working on just the day before. He could see it edging in when he curled up on the couch with his blanket midafternoon, tugging at the frayed edges, rubbing it between his fingers methodically as he listened to the game on the radio. He wasn't talking back to the announcer the way he normally did, his usual snark replaced with just a few mumbled words, his voice pitched a little higher.

He had been holding onto the blanket for the bulk of the day, but at some point- Gale noticed- he must have dragged it along the floor too rough. He could see the smudges of dust clinging to the fabric, a bit of a grime clinging to the knotted braids hanging off of the edges.

“Should let me wash that, hm?” Gale said as he walked over and sat on the arm of the couch, keeping his voice light.

John’s whole body stiffened.

He didn’t look up, just hunched in on himself a little more, curled his fingers into the fabric a little tighter. 

“No.”

Gale sighed softly as John kept talking.

“Don’t need t’ wash it,” he mumbled, voice stubborn, but thin. “‘s fine.”

He had half a mind to know the argument was coming- though it lost its edge when he was like this. It was easier to handle that way, at least. 

“I do, though, John.” he continued, reaching forward to push a hand through his hair, bringing his fingers down to scratch just behind his ear. “You’re not gonna feel very good if you get sick,”

John swallowed hard, eyes flicking over Gale’s face before they dropped back down to his lap.

He was scared. Not in any real, rational way- Gale knew that. 

But it was real enough to him. He could see it all over his face as he swiped over his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Not gonna take me that long, I promise.” Gale tried; voice softer.

Fingers twitching against the fabric, John still didn’t say anything for a long minute, the pattern of his breathing changing like he was bracing himself for something. 

Eventually he let go, one hand at a time.

Moving carefully as he reached out to take the blanket off of him, Gale was careful not to yank on it too hard. John let out a shaky breath the second the fabric left his hands, wrapping his arms around himself, head lolled back against the back of the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Thank you for listening.” Gale said, pressing a kiss to his hairline as he stood up.

When he turned the sink on in the kitchen, the sound of running water filled the space, and he heard the shift of movement behind him after a couple minutes.

“Daddy.”

Gale turned slightly, just enough to catch sight of John hovering in the kitchen doorway. His arms were crossed loosely, cowlick in his hair sticking almost straight up.

“I’m working on it bud,”

Gale turned back to his task and felt John a few moments later before he saw him, the warmth of him pressing slowly into his back. He dropped his chin to rest on Gale's shoulder, arms circled loosely around his waist with his hands fisted in his shirt. 

Wiping his damp hands on the towel before resting one over John’s, Gale brushed his fingers lightly over his knuckles before giving them a slow, reassuring squeeze. His other hand came up to tangle gently in John’s hair, stroking through it easy and slow. 

John exhaled,  tilting his head to nuzzle into his neck, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you,” Gale said, his voice warm as he pressed a slow kiss to John’s temple, lingering there for a moment before tilting his head just enough to catch the curve of his cheek. His lips brushed over it, light and doting as he repeated himself. “Love you.”

John made a quiet, content sound, pressing in closer- his fingers relaxing just a little where they clung to Gale’s shirt.

[takami-takami]

cw: this is an age regression drabble. caregiver!keigo. keep all additions and tags strictly sfw.

Keigo spent a majority of his life protecting people from a distance. 

He would, of course, always follow that twitch in his feathertips when they told him someone needed safety or comfort nearby. The act of protecting is one that scratches that intrinsic, unquenchable itch baked deep into his feathers and the fibers of his bone marrow beneath; but protection never quite felt tangible to him.

He always thought saving people meant giving yourself until you're empty and then turning heel to take flight. It meant making efficient use of your time, answering every "thank you, Hawks!" with a wink and a gust of his wings to speed away and save the next.

It meant never slowing down or seeing the fruits of your labor.

As a hero, Keigo's actions never felt solid in his hands— so he simply decided he felt that way because he wasn't trying hard enough; that he needed to clock longer hours and more frequent, grueling shifts.

But as a man, protecting you felt so much different from all that.

Keeping you safe is a slow, methodical process. It's a neverending pet project built with loving purpose and steady hands, armed with rolled up sleeves over the bicep and fuzzy teddy bears as his deadly arsenal.

Keigo has always been finely attuned to your little quirks, mannerisms, and subtle displays; so when your eyes go just the slightest bit fuzzy, fingertips wringing a frenzy against your bedsheets while you mumble in the cutest, clipped speech, he knows exactly what to do.

He can coax the tension out of your shoulders with his words alone. 

"You feeling small, baby?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. Those golden eyes of his gently flick back and forth between yours when he sits, assessing your form curled in on itself against the headboard of your bed. 

And your shoulders droop instantly, nodding once. You gnaw at a chewed up cuticle. 

"Oh, baby, it's okay. S'okay, c'mere," Keigo whispers, arms open with grabby hands for you to crawl and nestle into his warmth. "Shhh, it's alright, little birdie. You can be small tonight. That okay? Wanna be small for me?" 

The thick of his warm palm cradles the back of your skull and you nod like he just offered you a lifeline. The barrel of his chest rises and falls with even breaths, sinking you further as you smush your cheek into the side of his neck with your eyes shut.

He smells nice. You sink even deeper.

Keigo sits cross legged on the bed and leans just the slightest bit back when you sink into him. Like this, he reminds you of an aged, sturdy tree; firm and unyielding with the slightest give, but always consistent and firmly rooted. 

Safe. Warm and safe. 

Always safe.

"Mm," you hum, feeling a bit fuzzier now. 

"Yeah?" Keigo answers. He pulls back to get a good look at you, and you see him smiling ear to ear as if that little sound you just gave was a whole speech. "Get comfy, cause I'm gonna spoil you tonight."

And spoil you he does. 

The next thing you know, Keigo has you sitting cross legged in front of him on the bed, ready to make a few last big decisions.

"Okay!" He chirps, placing two open palms in front of you for you to look at. "We're gonna pick, okay?" His rich voice guides you along gently, smoothly. "Just two, I prommy." 

You nod fervently at the reassurance, nearly straining your poor little neck with the motion. 

You have to think— which is scary— but it's only two times. You can do that. 

"Perfect, dove," Keigo praises as if he just read your mind.

The first question is easy. 

"Blanket fort," he says, clenching his left fist closed and open for emphasis. "Or bed?" He closes and opens the right.

If you were a smidge more lucid, you'd feel a twinge of remorse for how hard you slam down on his left palm.

"Sorry, 'Kei," you droop.

"Awww," Keigo coos genuinely. "You think you hurt me… That's so cute, dove! Yeah, you're a strong one, aint'cha?"

And just like that, you're smiling proud once  more. Keigo's heart soars at a job well done.

"One more and you're finished, little bird," he says seriously, like he's presenting you with a quest; and you nod your head with a furrowed brow to accept the challenge, a hero ready to conquer.

"Movie," he says, clenching one palm. "Or storytime?" He clenches the other.

Maybe you weren't quite as ready as you thought.

Tears begin to pinprick at the corners of your eyes. You fight back little hitched sniffles and sobs as you stand in the face of the mountain before you, trying to be brave.

"I… U-Uhm," you hiccup and stutter at the idea of thinking any more than you have to. 

Keigo considers stepping in. His feathers ruffle from the base to the edges of his wingspan, spine stiffening at the sight of you in distress. The itch begins to burn once more and—

You slowly place both palms face down in his, lip wobbling when you look at him. 

"Both?" He asks and your heart swells with gratitude that he picked up on your meaning— of course he would, you beam. Keigo's so smart.

You nod once.

"Both it is, sweetheart!" 

All other decisions from that point onward are made by Keigo himself.

Keigo decides to stand, hushing your blubbers with a kiss to your crown and a teddy placed in your hands to keep you company while he sets the scene.

Keigo decides on the color theme for tonight's blanket fort (baby blue), putting to good use his avian instincts of nest building when he selects the finest comforters and pillows to fluff and stack.

Keigo decides to hand you your fuzziest jammies and softest blankies while his feathers zip off to fetch your favorite mug carrying something hot for you to sip.

Keigo decides on the movie— something animated and lighthearted, a familiar favorite of yours. He suppresses a smile that twitches at the corners, thinking about how excited you're gonna get once you see. You'll squeak "that's my favorite!" like you don't say that every time, and he'll reply once again, "no way, mine too!" 

Keigo decides he selfishly gets more out of this than you do; but at the same time, unbeknownst to him, you decide the exact same thing.

[findyourrp]

hello! I'm looking for someone who wants to RP a plot involving SFW age regression. please do not interact if you are looking for a nsfw rp! that said, I prefer rping with adults as i'm in my 20s, so people over 20 are preferred. I'm looking for partners who will rp the legend of zelda or hazbin hotel. if you're interested, like this ask and i'll dm you! 💫

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[eltingville-s-crypticterror]

Sorry if it seemed like i am about to harm anyone or myself, im above than that. I am a sane person usually. Just hsd to creatively express my grievances. Ahahah gettin flighty like neutral route frisk and simultaneously impsrtially wrathful like true genocide chara bleatttt im asriel bleatt haahhaha

Gently imviting anyone who can read through my creative writings please! It is editable and commentable!@@@@ i love interactions!!!@@!!!!!! I wont exvlude you. I know how to feel unsafe so im trying so hard to make this animal rrtrrat sanctuary as less hostile and all inclusive and truthfully compassionately true pacifist as much as possible.

Thisi s a safe space!!! I can be your safe person!!@@@@@

Im sorry if its still like emptionally heavy im really sorry but like if only okzy and if its onlyy truthfully okay then uhh read my stories plesse and help me polish my story

im sorry if its ahah if its badly written and unpolished im kinda grieving and head is foggy and i feel flighty but those are all entirely fiction and totally not real uncomfy truths of minewhwheh flaky eheheh

[fyodior]

diff person but dw its an honest mistake! age regression is a coping mechanism (which can be involuntary) where you are in the mind of a child and ageplay is a sex thing where a person may act as though theyre a child while still being in the mind of a consenting adult.

thank u for letting me know!!! i am honestly interested in both too, but i didn't know the exact distinction lmfao im dumb lsdakfjldsj i literally started an sfw agere blog purely for reblogging purposes bc a lot of agere blogs don't want nsfw interaction which i completely understand. but yea again thank you to you both for making that distinction for me! i don't want those to get mixed up

[lehguru]

b4 i go to sleep i just wanna say that if i see u spam liking my stuff and not reblogging anything i will block ty everyone have a nice day/night

[cadmium-whump]

Welcome to Elsewhere!

This is primarily a server about the owner's imaginary world, called Elsewhere. The imaginary world is primarily themed around whump and hurt/comfort with a wide variety of topics that may be difficult for some people. As such, the server is only for people 15 years or older.

Elsewhere also incorporates age regression as a coping mechanism for some characters. There are seperate channel categories for age regression and whump, as well as one category for combining the two things.

This server is LGBT+ inclusive.

https://discord.gg/ETRRySnQXy

[chutefullofholes]

again...if this is not your thing or you're a minor pls keep it scrolling but. still thinking about bucky calling gale daddy...more thoughts below the cut.

9/10 times when bucky is outside playing imaginary baseball or having some sort of episode it's gale that goes out to check on him and either bring him inside or go for a walk. but today he's off doing something so when they guys see john outside- doing whatever he's doing- it's nose goes and crank goes out to get him. he doesn't mind- he likes bucky, and worries about him. bucky does mind, and scoffs at him when he sees him coming.

"you aren't buck." he says, twidling his hands behind his back and crank gives a little shrug.

"unfortunately, but you wanna go on a walk with me instead?"

"don't wanna go on a walk, i'm busy."

with that bucky turns back around, mumbling to himself about the game in his head again, and crank would pull back a little- but he sees a guard narrowing his eyes and knows he can't.

"bucky- c'mon. let's go on a walk."

he reaches out to touch his shoulder from behind and doesn't expect him to react well to that but he doesn't expect the damn near scream that escapes him, or the shove into his chest. when crank gets a good look at his face the first thing he notices is that he looks small- and scared.

"hey- hey, shouldn't have come up behind you, i'm sorry," he says, bucky's face crumpling more with every second. "let's go inside, okay?"

crank sends someone to find buck and tells everyone else to mind their own business- let the two of them handle it, and the others clear out or roll over in bed to face the wall.

by some miracle he manages to get bucky sitting down on the edge of a bunk, but he's shaking- crying into his hands and jolts like a live wire every time he tries to touch him.

the person tasked with finding gale returns soon enough, and crank can see the worry in his face as he comes over to him- and in the kindest way possible tells crank to leave him to it.

"hey, bucky," he says softly as he sits down next to him and bucky looks up from his hands- upset as he is, still managing to look relieved at the sight of his gale sitting there.

he tries to say something that comes out as more of a mumbled whine and when gale puts an arm around him he collapses into him, just about falling into his lap. bucky is a little bigger than him- but gale figures out how to make it work and pulls him all the way into his lap, shushing him gently.

"i know- i know. you're okay," he cooes at him as he sways them both a little, bucky's face pressed into his neck sniffling.

he almost doesn't hear the watery "daddy" that falls out of his mouth but he does, freezing for a second. it's not the first time technically speaking- but the first outside of a sexual setting. he's glad they're for the most part alone, and that he's the only one who can hear him.

bucky tilts his head to look at his face, his bottom lip wobbling as gale strokes the side of his face. "daddy's here," he says quietly and can feel him relax against him- even as he turns his face back into his neck.

he tuckers himself out like that, being rocked in his arms as he cries into gale's skin, and gale wishes he had more time to just look at him like this. chin perched on his shoulder asleep, lips slightly parted. he looks at peace, which is a rare sight these days.

but they don't have a lot of time before the other guys will get tired of being told to mind their own so he gets up as carefully as he can to put him into his bunk- motioning crank back over to help him get bucky up there.

he only stirs a little as gale gets him situated and comfy, crank turning away to give them one more short moment before the others file back in. gale presses a kiss to his head, wanting bucky's eyes open just enough so he can see him mouth that he loves him.

[takami-takami]

I'm not personally one to regress, but I have experience being a caregiver, so here's some headcanons. I hope you like them :)!

Keigo has a list in his notes of the shows he thinks you'd like when you're little. Little Bear, Bluey, Too Cute! on Animal Planet, anything he thinks would be a comfort.

If he sees something stimmy in your favorite color or material, he buys it right off the bat, next-day shipping. Fleece blanket? Bought. Hand fidgets? He's got 'em. Fun straws? In the cart.

The lighting in his apartment is dimmable and changes color to cater to any kind of light-based sensory need.

Want him to sing or hum something for you? He'll do it without question, whether he knows the song or not. No matter how silly he feels doing it, he'll do it for you.

He's learned all your favorite meals to have when you're regressed by heart and always has the ingredients for at least one at his place.

He lets you dress him up in whatever's in his closet. Including a few silly outfits he's bought for this exact purpose.

So many stuffies. He's got a mountain of them stockpiled for easy availability. You want to be covered in plushies? He's got enough to bury the both of you.

He ignores any calls or messages when he's acting as your caregiver. Unless it is literally the end of the world, he's not willing to leave your side- and even then, he's reluctant. You're more important to him than all of them combined.

- magpie anon ✦

MAGPIE THIS IS LITERALLY SO PERFECT I'M EATING THIS ASK.

[cutiepieautistic]

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[findyourrp]

I'm a 21+ female, EST roleplayer. Please be 19+ to roleplay with me!

I'm looking for an age regression rp, and I want it to be like MCU (marvelous cinematic universe based.) This will be a bit of a darker rp, since it might be kind of forced, and you must be okay with things like diapers, spankings, and well other age regression stuff.

I will play an oc, and we can split up the marvel mcu characters between us. If you want to play an oc as well, you're more than welcome to do so.

So now for the plot. My oc, (if you want to include yours as well thats fine!) Is a villain that's been causing a lot of trouble for the avengers. When they finally manage to catch her, they decide to try to rehabilitate her, and they use age regression to do so which she isn't really happy about at first.

🍇

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[pink-crayon-princess]

Being a toy collector: 😃👍✅️

Wearing coquette/scenecore/comfy cute clothes: 😃👍✅️

Owning plushies and soft blankets: 😃👍✅️

Watching kids shows like Bluey and MLP and Gravity Falls: 😃👍✅️

Doing crafts: 😃👍✅️

Revisiting nostalgic stuff: 😃👍✅️

Taking baths: 😃👍✅️

Listening to soothing music: 😃👍✅️

Journaling and coloring: 😃👍✅️

For some reason, when you tell people you're an age regressor?:

😡👎⛔️

[autistic-regressor]

Shoutout to age regressors that regress into a childhood others might see as 'bad'

Regressors who like eating 'poverty meals' for comfort

Regressors who like having things that remind them of children's hospitals (even if you don't still visit hospitals regularly)

Regressors who like to have play conversations where the other person acts as a social worker

Regressors who still find comfort in places they used to need to hide in

[crayola-critter]

the big leaf they sell at ikea fills me with immense joy. imagining lying under a big leaf and pretending to be a bug in the shade. soft carpet under your relaxed body, warm lighting splayed across your skin. the gentle sounds of your friends, caregiver, ect. in the other room making lunch for you. just enjoying the shade it provides you on a warm day, as would a buggy in the summertime. ☀️🌻🧃🐛🐞

[bunnelbaby]

regression, at its core, is a trauma response. many of us have been the subject of abuse, negligence, and several other unspeakable acts that no child should ever go through and use regression as a coping mechanism to process, come to terms with and hopefully heal from their personal trauma. be mindful of this and refrain from entering their safe space with the intent of policing or harassing them as well as sharing possibly triggering details of your own experiences. of course you can relate to their struggles and express your sympathies, but please vent about your trauma on your blog rather than the tags or comments of their posts or their inbox.