#Age regressor

[strawberry8shortcake]

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[regressionworldz]

Hi!! I loved your posts on poppy playtime and I saw Doey. Imagine how good of cg he would be to y/n after the things they been through. (｡◕‿◕｡)

I absolutely agree!! I'm so excited about Doey, he's such a silly yet tragic character! And he's shaped like a friend! Don't worry, I have a lot of thoughts about Doey and I'll likely put together some headcanons for him soon and hopefully, a comic!! For now, have this silly doodle I did This was definitely one of my favorite chapters!

[purpleincarnation]

Barbie and the magic of pegasus🎠☁️

🌫️💜☁️💜☁️💜☁️💜🌫️

[ageremoji]

Sleeping emojis!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

First Time

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You slip during class for the first time and it doesn't go unnoticed

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age regression, mild anxiety, emotional vulnerability, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: After writing the first part this had started to come to mind so it was nice to get it all written out~

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

The first few weeks of class were nothing out of the ordinary—except for the way you found yourself drawn to Professor Maximoff. There was something about the way she spoke, how her voice carried both authority and warmth, that made you want to listen more intently. You were eager to impress her, to ask every question that popped into your head, just to see that soft smile she reserved for students who showed genuine curiosity.

You didn’t know what it was that made you crave her attention so badly, but you knew that every time she praised you, something deep inside you warmed, a feeling of safety and validation that you couldn’t quite explain.

Then, one day, as you flipped the page in your textbook, your eyes landed on the title printed in bold letters at the top:

Coping Mechanisms: Age Regression

Your stomach twisted immediately.

Two whole pages on the subject, defining it, explaining how it functioned as a response to stress or trauma. You barely heard Wanda begin her lecture, your mind spiraling as you felt yourself slipping, your fingers tightening around the edge of the book.

It wasn’t until you heard the soft laughter—quiet, but unmistakable—that the dread fully set in.

"People actually do this?" one student muttered under their breath.

"That’s so weird." Another scoffed, shaking their head.

Your breath hitched, and you had to blink rapidly to stop the tears from forming. They didn’t know. They had no idea that right here, in the same room, was someone who did—who couldn’t help it, whose mind sometimes reverted without warning. You wanted to shrink, to disappear, but before the panic could settle in further, Wanda’s voice cut through the murmurs, firm and unwavering.

"That’s enough," she said sharply, silencing the room in an instant.

All eyes snapped toward her, and you dared to look up. Her expression was serious, her usual soft demeanor replaced by something strict and protective.

"I expect professionalism in my class," she continued, her gaze sweeping over the students. "We are here to learn, not to ridicule others for coping mechanisms that are valid and often necessary for mental health." She let her words settle before adding, "If anyone here finds it difficult to show respect for psychological concepts that people actually experience, then perhaps this is not the right field for you."

Silence.

Your hands trembled slightly in your lap, but for an entirely different reason now. No one had ever defended you like that before. No one had ever made you feel like what you did—what you were—was okay.

Wanda’s gaze flickered to you for just a moment, softer now, like she knew. Like she had already pieced something together but wouldn’t call attention to it. Instead, she resumed her lecture, effortlessly guiding the class back on track, leaving you sitting there with a heart racing for a whole new reason.

From that moment on, you weren’t just drawn to Wanda Maximoff. You needed her.

As the lecture came to an end and you were trying to pack up Wanda called you over, "Have a good night everyone and remember to do the reading and get your assignment done for Monday's class! Oh and y/n please stay a moment. I'd like to discuss something with you." 

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Wanda could hear it. You weren’t in trouble—at least, she didn’t sound upset—but you still couldn’t shake the nerves twisting inside you.

She had never asked you to stay after class before.

You stayed frozen, hands gripping the edge of your desk as you watched her move. But instead of standing over you like a professor scolding a student, she did something entirely unexpected—she walked to the door, locked it with a soft click, and then made her way over to you.

Wanda crouched down in front of your desk, leaning against it with an easy, open posture. Her smile was gentle, and when her warm eyes met yours, something inside you softened, though your body still trembled slightly.

"Hi, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice filled with nothing but kindness. "You're feeling pretty small right now, aren’t you?"

You swallowed thickly. It was impossible to hide, not when she knew, when she could see right through you. Words felt too hard, too big, so you just nodded, blinking rapidly as emotion threatened to well up in your chest.

"That’s okay, sweetie," she assured, her tone soothing as she reached out, resting a hand over yours for just a moment. "This was your last class, right?"

You nodded again.

"I have papers to grade," she continued. "You and I can stay right here, okay?"

Another nod. This time, accompanied by a tiny, shy smile.

Wanda’s expression softened even further. She stood up, her fingers reaching out to gently comb through your hair, the touch grounding in a way you didn’t even know you needed.

"You’re safe with me, Malyshka," she whispered.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

While Wanda graded her papers you decided to draw, pulling out your crayons and drawing pad. Wanda let her eyes flick up every so often to watch you. Her expression softened as she saw you so concentrated, your tongue just poking out past your lips. 

She wanted to giggle, but worried it might upset you so she held back, turning her attention back to her papers until she heard you get up, feet padding over to her. She looked up past her glasses. 

"Yes sweetheart?" She asked softly, "Do you have something to show me?" You nodded eagerly and turned the page around.

Wanda let a warm smile tug at her lips as she examined the drawing, her heart melting at the sight of it. You had drawn yourself much smaller, hand held securely in hers, your features simple but unmistakably you. Wanda’s own figure was a little more detailed—her hair a mess of crayon strokes, her glasses perched delicately on her nose—but the most touching detail was the way your hands were clasped together.

Wanda ran her fingers over the crayon lines, her chest tightening in the best way as she admired your drawing. It was simple, childlike, but so full of love that it made her heart ache.

"You did such a good job, sweetheart," she murmured, looking up at you with a soft smile. "I love it, Malyshka."

Your lips curled up, eyes sparkling at her praise. You rocked on your heels, waiting, hopeful, and Wanda knew exactly what you needed. She set her papers aside, focusing entirely on you.

"Come here, baby," she said gently, opening her arms. "Come sit with Mama."

The second the word left her lips, she felt it—the way you froze. Your happy sway stopped, your hands clenched slightly at your sides. You blinked at her, uncertainty flickering in your expression as you searched her face.

"Mama?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda stayed perfectly still, giving you space to process. She hadn’t called herself that before, at least not out loud, though she had thought about it more times than she could count.

"Only if you want me to be, sweetheart," she assured softly, her voice steady, warm. "I would never make you do something you’re not comfortable with."

You shifted on your feet, fingers curling against the fabric of your sleeves. "But... do you want to be?"

Wanda’s breath caught for just a moment before she exhaled, nodding. "I do," she admitted, her hand resting gently on her knee, not reaching for you, just waiting. "I’d love to take care of you in whatever way you need."

You stared at her, the hesitation clear in your expression. But beneath it, Wanda could see something else—longing, hope, the deep desire for safety and care.

She kept her voice soft. "You don’t have to decide right now, Malyshka."

You bit your lip, shifting your weight from foot to foot before, slowly, you stepped closer. Wanda didn’t move, letting you take the lead, and after a brief pause, you finally climbed onto her lap, settling hesitantly against her.

Wanda wrapped her arms around you carefully, rubbing soothing circles along your back.

You stayed stiff for a moment before you melted into her, resting your head against her shoulder. A soft sigh left you as your fingers grasped at her sweater, holding onto her like you were afraid she might disappear.

Wanda pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, her lips brushing against your warm skin. "I've got you, sweetheart. Always."

And this time, you didn’t hesitate to believe her.

[nostalgiclittlespace]

*TW: Vague mentions of abuse, mental health, suicidal ideation*

To the Regressors who are stuck living with their abuser, you are valid and loved.

To the Regressors who can’t escape their triggers, you are valid and loved.

To the Regressors who couldn’t get out of bed today, you are valid and loved

To the Regressors who struggle with self harm and/or suicidal thoughts, you are valid and loved.

To the Regressors who experience delusions, hallucinations, and/or intrusive thoughts, you are valid and loved

To the Regressors still finding the courage to seek help, you are valid and loved.

To the Regressors unable to change their situation, you are valid and loved.

To the Regressors still in recovery, you are valid and loved.

To the Regressors with gender dysphoria, you are valid and loved

To the Regressors who are scared or depressed for any reason, you are valid and loved.

[cuteunicornfoal]

i needed 2 hear dis

dear little one,

you aren't a bad kid for throwing fits, you're not a bad kid for getting upset and showing anger.

sometimes its hard to control big emotions and your being so so brave for navigating the world the best you can

I'm proud of you kiddo

[carespace]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓏵 Forest Agere．

A flag for age regressors who feel connected to forests or who simply like them．

Requested by : @pwuppy-aeron．

Tagging : @bunnelbaby．

[ PT : Forest Agere. A flag for age regressors who feel connected to forests or who simply like them. Requested by @/pwuppy-aeron. Tagging @/bunnelbaby. / End PT. ]

[deerycute]

pink agere:)💕🌸🎀🩷

[ageremoji]

@veemodraws said they’d like it if the smaller one’s back was being patted or rubbed and I thought that was a cute idea!

[lonely-littleone]

I wish I even had one.

But I'm living with my parents still and I don't trust them not opening my packages when they arrive 😔

oh the joys of being a closeted regressor

[undercoverbvnny]

A day at Superstar Daycare!!🧃🌈🖍🎨

[chaoticsnowykiddo]

Various pillow pet cows

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby Pt 2

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You wake up the next morning a little worse than the day before, but it's okay Mama is here

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: Age regression, sick fic, mentions of medicine and having to take it, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: I'm still sick, so here have a part 2 sick fic

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Wanda is already awake, as she always is, her body attuned to early mornings. She shifts slightly, expecting to feel you nestled against her as you always do, but something is off.

Your breaths are uneven, small sniffles escaping between them. She frowns, tilting her head to get a better look at you. Your nose is completely stuffed, your lips parted slightly as you struggle to breathe through the congestion. Your face is still flushed, and she can tell before even checking that your fever hasn’t gone down much.

Her heart clenches at the sight of you so miserable.

Carefully, she slips out of bed, moving with practiced quietness as she grabs the easy-read thermometer from her nightstand. Pressing it lightly to your forehead, she waits for the beep and sighs when the screen reads 100.0°F.

Not dangerously high, but enough to keep her worried.

Without hesitation, she heads to the bathroom, retrieving another fever patch—this one decorated with Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy, covered in cute little patterns she knows will make you smile. She also grabs more medicine, determined to help ease your symptoms as much as possible.

Returning to the bed, she gently peels the backing off the fever patch before placing it against your warm forehead. The cooling sensation sends a shiver through you, your body instinctively curling inward as a soft whimper escapes your lips.

Wanda hushes you gently, smoothing her palm over your arm. "Shh, baby, it's just Mama," she whispers, watching as your sleepy eyes flutter open.

You blink up at her, dazed and confused, your fingers reaching up to touch your forehead. As soon as they brush against the patch, you let out a quiet, congested whine. "Cold…"

"I know,munchkin," Wanda murmurs, rubbing slow circles on your back. "But it'll help, I promise."

Your face scrunches up, but you don’t try to pull it off. Instead, you nuzzle closer into her warmth, sniffling miserably.

Wanda sighs, brushing your hair back before reaching for the medicine. "I know you don't feel good, my little love. But Mama’s going to make it better, okay?"

You let out a tiny hum, already sinking further into little space, too sick to fight it. Wanda lifts the medicine cup to your lips, tilting it gently.

"Open up, Malyshka," she coaxes.

You hesitate, eyeing the grape liquid with a frown, but the look in Wanda's eyes tells you there’s no getting out of it. With a dramatic sigh, you open your mouth, letting her carefully pour the medicine in. You swallow quickly, shuddering at the taste.

"Bleh," you whimper, hiding your face against her.

Wanda chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I know, Malyshka. But you did so good for Mama."

She reaches for your sippy cup, already filled with your favorite juice, and presses it into your hands. You take it eagerly, sipping at the sweet liquid to wash the medicine taste away.

Once you’re done, Wanda pulls the blankets back up around you, tucking you in securely. "Rest, munchkin," she murmurs, stroking your back in slow, soothing motions. "Mama’s not going anywhere."

You peek up at Wanda through tired eyes, your fingers weakly clutching at the blanket. "Mama… what about classes?" you ask, your voice stuffy and small as she cards her fingers through your hair.

Wanda hums softly, her touch never stopping. "Mama's gonna cancel her classes today," she reassures. "I'm sure my Friday students will be thrilled to get a little break this weekend." She smiles down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead—right over your fever patch. "And you, young lady, will not be worrying about school today."

You pout, not wanting to miss class, but you know by the tone of her voice that protesting won’t get you anywhere. She’s already made up her mind. With a small, defeated sigh, you snuggle closer to her. "Okay, Mama… can we watch cartoons?" you ask shyly, peering up at her with hopeful eyes.

Her expression softens further, and she chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Of course, baby. How about we go make you a nice little sick nest in the living room, and Mama can keep an eye on you while I make breakfast and send out my emails?"

Your tired face lights up at the idea, and you nod eagerly. "Yes please, Mama!"

Wanda grins and helps you sit up, immediately wrapping you in a blanket before lifting you into her arms. You let out a soft, happy sigh, pressing your warm cheek against her shoulder.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

Wanda moves around the living room with practiced ease, setting up the perfect little sick nest just for you. She fluffs the pillows, making sure they’re nice and soft, then carefully drapes blankets over you, tucking you in snugly. She even grabs a few of the stuffies she’s bought for you over time—ones she knows you love the most.

"Here you go, sweetheart," she murmurs, handing you your favorite plushie. You clutch it to your chest immediately, nuzzling into the softness with a content little hum.

Once she’s sure you're comfy, Wanda grabs the remote and flips through the streaming options. "How about some Bluey or Hello Kitty, baby?" she asks, glancing at you with a knowing smile.

"Bluey, please, Mama," you mumble, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

She chuckles and selects your show, letting the familiar theme song fill the room. "There we go, baby. You just relax, okay?"

You nod, already sinking deeper into the coziness, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the ear of your stuffed animal.

Wanda steps into the kitchen, but she keeps a watchful eye on you as she opens her laptop and starts drafting emails to her students. Every few moments, she glances up at you, checking for any sign of discomfort. Every sniffle, every tiny whimper makes her pause, ready to step in if you need her.

At one point, you let out a congested little huff, shifting under the blankets. Wanda’s gaze immediately snaps to you. "You okay, my love?" she calls gently.

You peek up at her with glassy eyes. "Jus’ wanna see Mama…" you murmur shyly.

Her heart melts instantly. She closes her laptop without a second thought, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she walks back over to you. "I’m right here, baby," she says, kneeling beside the couch and stroking your cheek. "Mama’s not going anywhere."

You reach out, grabbing her hand with your fingers. "Love you, Mama…"

Wanda smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you too, my sweet girl. Always."

With that, she climbs onto the couch, settling in beside you. You waste no time cuddling into her side, your body completely relaxed as she gently rubs your back. 

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

Wanda glances down at you, feeling the soft rise and fall of your body against hers. Your breath is still slightly stuffy, but you’re peaceful, completely relaxed as you snuggle into her warmth. She rubs slow circles on your back, her other hand carefully typing out the last of her emails.

At some point, you shift, rolling away from her slightly but still deep in sleep. Wanda takes it as her chance to carefully slip out from under you, making sure the blankets remain tucked around you.

She knows the moment you wake up, you’ll be hungry, so she heads into the kitchen to prepare lunch. She keeps it simple but comforting—your favorite sandwich, cut into little stars because she knows how much you love shapes. In another section of your plate, she places a handful of grapes, making sure they’re halved just in case. And in the last section, she adds baby carrots with a small cup of ranch, knowing you like to dip them.

Smiling to herself, Wanda refills your sippy cup with your favorite juice, making sure it’s just the right temperature.

Once everything is ready, she carries the sectioned plate and sippy cup over to the coffee table in front of the couch. She kneels beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your face as she whispers, “Baby, wake up, my love. Mama made you lunch.”

You stir slightly, your little nose scrunching up as you slowly blink awake. Your eyes land on the plate, then on Wanda, and you let out a sleepy, congested little whimper before reaching for her.

Wanda chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s sit up so you can eat, okay?” She gently helps you sit up, propping pillows behind you to keep you comfortable.

Your eyes light up when you see the little star-shaped sandwich. “Mama! Stars!” you exclaim, reaching for one excitedly.

Wanda beams, settling beside you. “That’s right, baby. Mama made them special for you.” She watches as you take a bite, chewing happily. “Good girl,” she praises, rubbing your back gently.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

After lunch, she cleans you up and sets out your favorite coloring books and crayons, sitting beside you as you doodle away. Every now and then, she leans over to admire your work, pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring praises that make your little heart swell.

“You’re such a good artist, baby,” she coos, watching as you proudly hold up a picture of a rainbow. “Mama’s gonna hang this one up on the fridge.”

You beam at her words, wiggling happily before going back to coloring.

Later in the afternoon, she helps you build a little Lego house, letting you take the lead while she hands you the pieces you need. When you finish, she claps her hands dramatically, making you giggle. “It’s perfect, detka,” she praises, giving your nose a gentle boop.

The two of you also work on a puzzle together, Wanda letting you take your time as she softly encourages you. Even when you get frustrated, she keeps you calm, guiding your hands when needed.

By the evening, you’re curled up against her once more, a soft blanket draped over you as Bluey plays on the screen. Wanda gently cards her fingers through your hair, humming softly as she watches your eyelids start to droop.

She checks your forehead and smiles when she feels how much cooler you are. “Your fever’s gone down a lot, sweetheart,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re such a strong girl.”

You let out a sleepy little hum, rubbing your eyes.

Wanda sighs, knowing you need one last dose of medicine before bed. She carefully lifts you onto her lap, grabbing the small cup of NyQuil she prepared earlier. “Alright, baby, one more medicine, and then it’s bedtime.”

You whimper, burying your face against her chest. “Nooo, Mama…”

“I know, my little love,” she soothes, rubbing your back. “But this will help you sleep nice and cozy.”

With a dramatic little sigh, you nod, letting Wanda tilt the cup to your lips. You swallow it quickly, making a tiny face at the taste before snuggling back into her.

“There we go,” she whispers, holding you close. “Mama’s so proud of you.”

She gently lifts you into her arms and carries you to bed, tucking you in with your favorite stuffie before crawling in beside you. She rubs slow, soothing circles on your back, humming softly as you finally drift off to sleep, safe and warm in her embrace.

As she watches your peaceful face, she smiles, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight, my little love,” she whispers. “Mama’s right here.”

[healingwhateveriswrongwithme]

Oh okay I'm just gonna ... cry in the corner..don't mind me🤗(😭)

tw: mentions of neglect/abuse

carer with a traumatized age regressor they know they're helping to heal everytime they slip.

never received toys/were given very few toys as a kid? bubbas spoiling you in all the toys you want! if their kiddo is a little more shy and feeling guilty, they'll notice their little one eyeing a toy. "do you want it puppy? no need to feel bad, i just wanna give you everything you deserve"

went without food in public? carer will always order something for you, you never have to watch them eat while you have nothing. "oh honey I would never~ not only is that mean, but you gotta grow big and strong like me!"

went without food/snacks in private? your caregiver always makes sure they stock up on your favorite snacks and brands- no matter how specific they are. there's no shame in only eating a certain brand or flavor of chips. there's always groceries in the house and they're happy to cook for you, wanting to make sure you're safe AND fed. "are you hungy? I can get my sweetheart their favorite snack until the pastas done?"

had bad physical treatment? they would NEVER even THINK about laying a hand on you. if you misbehave or act up, they understand you're just in littlespace. like real kids, emotions can be hard and some moments arent good. sometimes kids like to test boundaries, there's nothing wrong with that. they won't let it slide and will issue lines, time outs, and stuff like early bedtime or shorter playtime- but nothing physical or mentally damaging. "angel I know you're all upset and shouting at bubba, but I need you to sit in the chair for 5 minutes. we don't yell."

missed out on a lot of childhood experiences? that's okay! your cg is soooo happy to integrate anything into their routine. whether it's storytime, going to the park, holiday celebrations, they're happy to accomodate! "oh you wanna have a bubba baby book read before your nap? of course little one!"

touch starved and wanting a lot of physical affection? they'll love on you SO much to try and make up for it! cuddles, pats, carries, boops, you got it! "awww does munchkin need a hug? cmere"

weren't treated the best emotionally? they understand how it can impact you. your carer always reminds you that you're not a burden, it wasn't your fault, and they truly do love you. they're not lying to you, they don't hate you, there's no maliciousness or ulterior motives- just pure love and care. "I know it was a lot, and I'm sorry you had to live through that angel- but I'm glad you're with me now. As long as I'm here, and as long as you'll let me- I won't let anyone treat you like that again. I pinky promise, my little love. Always, and forever."

Icl, this was very self indulgent to me- but I hope anyone who can sadly relate feels atleast a little bit of comfort and wholesomeness from this. I believe you. You're strong.