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omg forrr reeaal das us

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HUGGIES :3

hai! I jus wanted to gives everyone hugs, I fink I need it toos! Ifs needed chu can pm me!

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  ︵︵ early maturing regressor◞ 𓈒 ࣪ 𖦹˖

  .ᐣ — a flag for regressors who had to mature fast growing up 𓈒 It can be due to home life﹐neglect﹐being exposed to things﹐or any other reason𓈒 Maybe they use their regression to cope with early maturing﹐or early maturation is non related to their regression 𓈒

  pls tag if using﹐reblogs are very appreciated ! ᵔᴥᵔ

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Me wan orange juice

samezies lets share sum

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BE FREE!!!

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hyperfixation so intense i can't bring myself to watch anything besides rtc.

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jane doe is a regressor TRUST !!

template by @bunniesplayroom !

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caregiver who heals their inner child by living vicariously through their regressor/dreamer and giving them the carefree childhood neither of them were fortunate enough to have

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spoiled !

ur boy is back finally 🙏🏽 i’ve had no motivation whatsoever + school is a pain in the ass but i love writing :333 all i know is lottie fics rn guys i miss my mama… okay bye :}

pairing: cg!lottie matthews x little!reader

summary: with your regression being fairly new to lottie, she decides to spoil you in every way possible.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!lottie, baby supplies (pacifiers, onesies, etc), reader regresses during fic, a really corny store name (bear with me 🥀)

you were laying in bed, scrolling on your phone when you heard the front door open. you knew it was lottie because you could her keys jingling obnoxiously and her boots against the hardwood.

“lottie?” you were halfway down the stairs to see her putting a lot of shopping bags on the floor. “there you are. i haven’t seen you all day.” you came down the rest of the stairs and lottie smiled, seeing you in the same pajamas and same sleepy demeanor from when she left this morning.

she pulled you into a hug, giving you a little peck on the head. “you went shopping?” you spoke into lottie’s shoulder. “yes. but not for me.”

she led you to the couch and patted the seat next to her, gesturing you to sit down. “so.. i went to that store you were telling me about..” lottie brought up a bag with the store’s name on it.

you had told your girlfriend about your regression a few weeks ago and she was very accepting, willing to do anything to make this the best experience for you and her.

“agere r us? you bought me stuff from there?”

“i know, i’m probably moving too fast, i’m sorry, darling. you said you wanted to take it slow, but i wanted to surprise you-”

“no, it’s okay, lottie. it’s just- so much stuff.” you blushed. you were probably looking at a dozen bags worth of baby stuff on the floor. “you know how much i like to spoil my little one.” lottie caressed your cheek before bringing some bags over to you, setting them on the coffee table.

“how about you open those while i get some more bags, okay?” you nodded, smiling shyly before excitedly opening the first bag. it was a soft plushie of your favorite animal. “i knew you would love that. there’s something in that other bag too, sweetheart.” lottie smiled proudly.

you pulled it out, and it was a set of winnie the pooh plush baby rattles. “oh my- i’ve been wanting these! ..thank you m- lottie.” you tripped over your words, getting a little too excited. but lottie noticed, and she tried her best to hide her big smile. “you can call me whatever you like, sweetie.” she didn’t want to push you too hard.

it was silent for a while before you said “mama” under your breath, making lottie flush. “mama?” she asks you to make sure she heard you correctly. you nodded shyly. “you can call me mama, sweet baby.” she reassured. “you wanna come sit on my lap?”

you nodded, sitting down and shaking one of your new rattles, already feeling yourself slip. you put your thumb in your mouth, reminding lottie that she bought something to stop that.

“baby, look at these.” lottie held up a two pack of pacifiers. “even though you’re an adorable little thumbsucker, these are way better for your teeth. and they’re more comfortable.” lottie opened the plastic, taking one out to show you. “you wanna try it? mama just has to wash it a little first, okay?” she patted you so she could get up and go to the sink.

you were too occupied with your rattles that it took you a while to realize that she came back. “you like your rattles, don’t you?” lottie sat back down, giving you the pacifier. you looked at the soother for a while before taking your thumb out of your mouth and replacing it with the pacifier. it bobbed up and down as you sucked on it, making lottie coo.

“aww, my precious baby.” she pouts playfully. your cheeks were red hot, hiding in lottie’s chest. lottie gasped, trying to get your attention. “look at this, honey. i got you a blankie. isn’t it so soft?” she let you touch it, covering you up. “and some onesies for you to wear. oh you’re gonna look adorable in these, i can already see it.”

you were feeling very spoiled as lottie went through the rest of your new baby stuff. bottles, baby soap, the gifts just kept coming. once you were finished, all your presents were stacked up on the coffee table and the bags were all over the floor.

“..thank uou, mama.” you said behind your paci. lottie smiled, kissing your forehead. she couldn’t help but swoon at you calling her “mama” in the sweetest little voice. “you’re so very welcome, my angel.” she was beginning to love this “mama” thing.

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i wad on boat and someone looked really cool buf i got to scared to approach so i just stared at them ominouslt

apparently ominously staring at someone you wanna be friends with because you're too scared to approach isn't socializing.

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apparently ominously staring at someone you wanna be friends with because you're too scared to approach isn't socializing.

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whats age regression? i'm just a tall 3 year old :3

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There’s something so bittersweet about pretending I’m being held when it’s really my own fingers gently scratching my shoulder.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is cooing me into using my paci and my comfort items when I’m really just reassuring myself.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is running their fingers through my hair when it’s really my own loving touch.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is comforting me and validating my feelings when it’s really me who’s holding my own face and trying my best to love myself when I feel unlovable.

There’s something so bittersweet about pretending someone is booping my face with my soft toys when it’s really me playing by myself.

There’s something so sweet about how I care for myself and something so bitter about how I don’t trust anyone else with my feelings.

Bittersweet I be. Bittersweet I am.

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MORE RIDE THE CYCLONE!!!! jane doe!!2!1!

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because wdym jane doe from rtc can't hold me and baby me ???

i hate getting weirdly attached to fictional characters

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i hate getting weirdly attached to fictional characters

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happy ride the cyclone because my school is doing it next year and Im Freaking Out