#Non-sexual Age play

[actualalligator]

If I were to organize a N-SAP/Age Regression event for November, what would you like to see included?

Tagging folks I know write this: @anewkindofme @pimento-playing-hopscotch @laneybishop89 @the-flaming-nightmare @kiankiwi @keatonspaci

[full-clown-car]

Chapter 3 is up!

[nicoles-story-corner-ii]

The ShapeShifter and The Pup.

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Hopefully the first of many one shots involving Little Enid and Caregiver Weems

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One shot #1: Safe Space

It was loud that day. Entirely too loud. Enid Sinclair made her way through the halls of Nevermore Academy, as she walked she attempted to block out the various small noises that pounded her sensitive eardrums. To her dismay the noises remained louder than ever. She tightened her manicured fingers around the books in her arms. She knew she needed to go to her next class but what she wanted to do was follow the corridor to the large office towards the end of the hall and once inside the large office just climb into her mother’s arms and give into the fuzzy feeling that sat at the back of her mind.

From that moment on Enid and her “mother”, or principal, had a special bond. Which set off a whole slurry of issues for teenage Enid. When her biological mother found out that Enid regressed she had essentially exiled her from the pack. That had sent Enid into little space for almost a week after she received the letter. During that week however Weems had shown her nothing but love. Her arms had been the safest place in the world to the werewolf. When Weems held her close she felt like the large arms around her were an impenetrable force that nothing bad could breach. Which led her to today.

The small noises of Nevermore had piled on top of one another which was beginning to overwhelm the blond. She wanted to be independent and stay big but she more so long to crawl into her safe place and let herself be little and innocent.

The blond werewolf was so lost in her own head that when she found herself in front of the large wood door with the gold name plate it was enough for her to give in. She let the books fall from her arms and her knapsack off her shoulders. She pushed the large wood door open without concern for if the principal was alone in the room. To her delight the room was in fact empty save for the tall woman at the desk. Tears pricked the eyes of the werewolf as she called out for the woman who had not heard her entrance.

“Mommy.”

Weems quickly dropped what was in front of her when heard the tear filled voice of her daughter. Age quickly stood and crossed the room.

“Are you little, darling?” Weems’ voice was soft.

Both her little and teenage self called the woman by that name, although her teenage self usually stuck with the regular “mom”, when her emotions got the better of her she’d revert back to the more juvenile name.

The question alone caused the fuzziness in Enid’s mind to begin to take over, dropping her into a headspace not quite little but not all the way big. Enid didn’t bother answering the question, instead opting for one of her own.

“H..” words were failing the girl, tears cascaded down her reddening cheeks.

Frustrated with her inability to speak, Enid did something she would do when she was in little space. She extended her arms up towards the tall woman in front of her. Weems wasted no time in picking up the girl. Once the strong arms wrapped around her creating her safe place, that was all it took for the girl to drop. Sobs burst from the now small girl into the neck of her mother.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Weems softly whispered as gently bounced the girl in her arms. “Mommy’s right here.”

Although she was crying, an immense relief had taken over the blond. She was right where she wanted to be. Her thumb made its way to her lips to act as a soother now that Enid was slowly beginning to calm. To her dismay her mother gently pulled the digit from her lips. Enid was about to protest and immediately place the digit back where she wanted it when a pink pacifier was placed in her mouth. With her sobs now quieted and her tears beginning to dry Enid laid her head in the crook of her mother’s neck with the express intention of being as close as possible to the woman.

She clung tightly to the blond woman as she continued to bounce her as walked the two of them to the apartment tucked behind the large office. When they reached their sanctity, Weems took the girl to her nursery. Enid knew what was coming. When they reached the pink room Enid felt Weems gently pull her way to lay her down. Enid was resistant not wanting to be away from her caregiver.

“Darling.” The accented voice was soft. “You know you need a nappy.”

Enid still didn’t yield to the woman as she laid her head back down and sucked her pacifier.

“Darling.” Weems tried again. “Once we change you we can cuddle and have a nice warm bottle.”

The prospect of a warm bottle and cuddles was enough for the girl to release her grip on her caregiver and allow her to lay her on the changing table. Enid sucked on her pacifier and looked around her nursery as her uniform was removed and a pink cloth diaper was slid under her and snapped on the front. Weems stepped out of her line of sight but kept her soft hand on Enid’s bare stomach. When she reappeared she had two sets of leggings and two pull over sweaters. The leggings were both a shade of pink. Weems held them both up so Enid could pick, the latter choosing the light shade. Weems smiled down at her and then held a sweater in each hand. One sweater was pattered with cats and the other with unicorns. Enid pointed at the cats.

“Good choice.” Weems smiled at her.

Enid beamed up at her caregiver from behind her pacifier. She laid still like a good girl as her caregiver dressed her in comfortable garments before finally lifting her back into her beloved safe space. Enid snuggled into her caregiver as the woman carried her to the kitchen. Enid watched from the tall woman’s hip as she expertly warmed up sweetened milk in a pink bottle. Enid kept her eyes on the white liquid as it warmed in front of her. She began to drool around her pacifier.

When the bottle was properly warmed and tested the two left kitchen and settled into the rocker in the living room. Weems gently shifted the little’s position into a cradle. She supported Enid’s head with one arm and carefully removed the pink pacifier with the other. Enid almost protested the removal of the object out of instinct but was quelled when it was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of her bottle or “ba” as she called it when she was very small.

As she suckled her milk and snuggled into her caregiver, things were finally quiet for the little girl.

[all-the-stevetony-fics]

For the better part of a year, Steve has been obsessed with finding Bucky to the point where he's neglecting everything else - including his boyfriend, Tony. Tony puts a brave face on and acts as supportive as he can, but on the inside he's falling apart.

And no one knows it until the night Tony snaps. In a fit of desperation, JARVIS calls on Phil, the only one capable of understanding because of his age play with Clint, to care for Tony. Phil might not be used to taking care of someone as little as Tony Stark, but - until Steve gets the emergency message to return - he'll be damned if he lets that stop him.

Words: 13,444

[fanfic-lover-girl]

My first and likely last HP fanfic! I may have several issues with Harry Potter but the concept of Little!Draco was buzzing in my head so here is the first chapter. So excited :)

[actualalligator]

Am writing.

Had to look back at all 4 stories in this series, and Steve has never cursed. Such a softie.

[full-clown-car]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Intimacy, Trust Issues, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Sam Wilson is a Saint, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Bed-Wetting, Age Play Little Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov Feels, Age Play Caregiver Natasha Romanov (Marvel), mama nat Series: Part 7 of Mamochka Summary:

Just because the threat of Insight has passed doesn't mean there aren't still huge messes to clean up.

In the aftermath of SHIELD's fall, Natasha and Steve work to redefine their relationship as Mama and Little.

Now that Insight’s come further along, I finally felt ready to post this! Planning to update it again later this week.

[sk-yay-sk]

Age-regression is a real phenomena where a person mentally regresses to an earlier age, on purpose or accidentally.

De-aging is a fictional trope where a character is supernaturally (magic, high-tech, etc.) de-aged physically and usually mentally too.

Age regression is real. De-aging is fictional. So why on earth are they the same tag on ao3?!

[designernishiki]

I never finished the telephone club stuff in 0 until today (currently replaying 0, trying to 100% the game) and like. actually. what the fuck was up with the bad-end telephone club dates. like. not even exaggerating, completely unironically, it is fully implied that kiryu got fucking raped. multiple times. as a joke. that’s absolutely fucking wild

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Manjoume Jun | Chazz Princeton & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Manjoume Jun | Chazz Princeton, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Manjoume Chosaku | Slade P (mentioned), Manjoume Shouji | Jagger P (mentioned), Infantilism, Non-Sexual Age Play, Age Regression/De-Aging, no beta i die like judai's innocence, Diapers, Breastfeeding, Classification AU, Age Play Little Manjoume Jun, Age Play Little Chazz Princeton, Age Play Little Manjoume Jun | Chazz Princeton, Bathing/Washing Summary:

Manjoume tries to sneak out to duel Judai on the first night of school but his caregiver is not having it.

[tbiscool35]

Legit it's like finding out that a man cannot see himself being friends with a woman unless he's trying to date her. Like that's just sexism my dude, touch some grass.

I have multiple male friends, some who have gfs, some who don't, none of which want to get in my pants. They're all decent human beings who are comfortable enough in their masculinity to hang around women and not feel emasculated if they're not the centre of attention.

One of my male best friends had literally never had a supportive friend group before us and had such an insane change in personality from the time I first met him to now, almost 2 years later. Dude has stopped putting himself down all the time and has even gone through a whole sexuality crisis (he's a bisexual king with a hot bisexual queen and they both admire the hot people together).

He is one of my best friends and I love him like an annoying little brother. I wouldn't trade him for the world.

Some men do suck, but treating all men the same as ones who do actually do despicable things just increases the seperation between the genders. It takes away the ability for mixed friendships and the ability for men to understand things from a women's perspective. And if you can't understand the perspective of a population, well that's how discrimination and dehumanisation happens.

Sexism works both ways. People are human, treat them as such regardless of race, gender, religion, or any other seggregating factor. Never dehumanise a section of humanity. No matter how justified you think it is. Because that is how the most heinous crimes of humanity were allowed to occur.

Some of y'all genuinely hate dudes and honestly, that's super cringe

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Posting my The Perfect Bride and the other stories in the series on AO3. Definitely won't be writing anything like this again in the near future but I am glad that I wrote it and got it out of my system.