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nicksbestie · 2 months

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Hey! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a fic where Matt is a little bit tried to hide that he’s slipped from his partner (I don’t mind female or gender neutral :))? Thank you angel 💜💜💜

Hiding - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Despite being incredibly loved and supported, your boyfriend still struggles a lot with anxiety about how he chooses to cope. Good thing you can always tell when he needs you <3

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety, worrying

Word Count : 1124

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend was the sweetest person that you had ever met. You had never met someone who was so genuinely kind hearted, despite everything that they had dealt with and been through, and you considered yourself so incredibly lucky to have such a darling person in your life, especially being your partner. He dealt with a lot in his life, especially now that he was a public figure, and you knew that could become incredibly difficult for him. It often showed in his time off of the camera, as his job was not stress free. His anxiety could often be uncontrollable, and it was something that he had struggled with for his entire life.

He had been through so many coping mechanisms in his life, desperately trying to find something that would ease his worries, and it took him a long time to find something comfortable for him. He took a while before he even told you about it, a little worried and afraid that he would be judged by you, despite knowing that you loved him unconditionally. When he finally told you that he had chosen regression as a coping mechanism, you comforted him with open arms, telling him that you were insanely proud of him, knowing that it had been difficult to overcome the anxiety swelling in his mind to just tell you about it.

Matt was the sweetest little, his age falling around the toddler range, and he was the most gentle baby you’d ever taken care of. He was quiet, fairly introverted, and extremely cuddly. He was a very loving little one, and he was nearly always happy while he was in headspace. He’s a cute baby, but sometimes, his anxiety follows him into his littlespace. Every now and then, it really got to him, and he was even more attached to you, terrified of the world, trusting you to take care of him and keep him safe. Because of this anxiety sometimes getting to him, during these days, he often fought his regression, feeling extremely self conscious about it, but you were always there to help him relax.

Today was clearly one of those days. You had noticed that Matt had been picking at his nails a lot, his eyes always darting back and forth, and his body just generally screamed that he was anxious. You had done everything you could to help that day, hugging him lots, texting and telling him lots of words of encouragement, making sure that you were never far from him just in case he needed you. You didn’t know what had caused today to be such a bad day, but it was entirely possible that it was simply just one of those days. Anxiety can be unpredictable, and maybe he had just woken up unlucky today. You were supportive throughout the entire day, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, knowing that Matt hadn’t had time to regress in multiple days now.

When he had to go many days without his form of stress relief, it often caused his anxiety to get a lot worse. You had a feeling that he really needed to have little time, but it was clear that he was busy today. He had a lot to do for filming videos, brand collabs, getting set up to film the next podcast episodes, and he had nearly been working nonstop for the past week. You knew deep down that he needed to relax, but you unfortunately had to wait and support him through the day first. The day continued, they finished filming a car video, and the second that Matt pulled into the garage, you immediately went downstairs to check on him. Nick and Chris thundered out of the car, laughing about some stupid joke, not noticing how Matt threw his head back into the seat, eyes closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips, before putting his head in his hands.

You hurriedly opened the door, helping him out of the car and pulling him into a deep hug, helping him walk back up the stairs. His exhaustion was written all over his face, and you could feel it as he let you carry half of his weight. You helped him change into more comfortable clothing, and he immediately threw himself down on the bed, curling up into you when you laid down next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and running a hand through his hair, gently whispering comforts and praise, noticing the way he slowly went completely silent. You let him lay there in quiet for a while, hugging him, and softly kissing his forehead before speaking.

“Are you okay, honey?”

He simply nodded into your chest, not answering, and you had a suspicion that he was slipping, and trying to hide the fact that he was feeling little. You didn’t want to pressure him, wanting to give him the space to tell you himself, but you didn’t think he was going to do that tonight, so you spoke again.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m here if you need me, alright bubba?”

Before you knew it, loud sobs were filling the room, Matt hugging you tighter and attempting to make himself appear smaller, clearly feeling immense levels of fear and embarrassment. Your eyes softened, continuing to comfort him while he cried.

“Oh, angel. Deep breaths, baby, you’re safe. You’re going to be okay, my love, I’ve got you. Nothing to worry about anymore, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

It seemed to only make him cry harder, unable to speak to save his life, simply clinging to you and crying out all of his frustrations into the person he trusted with his life, his most vulnerable headspace. You reassured him, whispering sweet nothings to him while he cried it out, slowly stopping the tears, hiccuping a little bit, and if he wasn’t so sad, you would’ve found it so cute. You gently wiped his tears away, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks, keeping him in your arms so he felt encased, but in the safest possible way. When he cried this hard, and had this bad of a day, he always cried himself right into a nap, and you were patiently expecting it.

You knew he needed the rest, and you kept him held close to your body, his stuffed animal clutched in his arms, tears drying, and slowly yawning. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep against you, face flushed, and you held him as he slept, knowing that no matter what mood he was in when he woke up, you would always be here to take care of him, and he didn’t have to hide.

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quinnysnursery · 3 days

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Can you do a little!matt x fem!cg!reader? 🩵🩵

[🩹] stressful week recovery | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : little!matt sturniolo x cg!fem!reader

summary : after a stressful week, matt's girlfriend knows just what her little one needs !

warning/extra tid-bits : Matt and his CG are in a romantic relationship outside of being a little and caregiver but this still does not make age regression sexual, y/n used (sorry guys its inevitable sometimes😿)

word count : 2,423

divider credit : MEEE c: i made it using canva guys!!

a/n : save me monkey jellycat i saw at the store today....save me... (sorry for any typos ! i'm just a girl !)

Friday, 8:10 pm.

Matt let out a loud sigh as he finally let his head hit his pillows, his entire body relaxing into the plush mattress. Closing his eyes and letting out yet another exhausted breath, Matt recounted the week he'd endured.

On Monday, Chris woke him up screaming they were missing footage and Nick needed it to wrap up the video. Tuesday, he was supposed to drive Chris to a dentist appointment and everything was going fine until...a simple flat tire caused Matt to make Chris late, which Chris wouldn't let go of for the remainder of the week.

Wednesday, they filmed. The familiar nickname of "Miserable Matt" returned...which sucked. Matt wasn't miserable, he wasn't even annoyed by his brothers at first. He was just overstimulated, the leather seats of the car too uncomfortable, the car too hot but the AC too loud. It was unbearable....maybe even miserable.

Thursday started out good. He ran a few errands with Nick and Chris, who still insisted that Matt intentionally made him late for his dentist appointment. That didn't matter though, because he was just joking....hopefully. Thursday was going so well in fact, that he decided he would take some instagram photos with the help of Chris.

Well, apparently Chris thought it would be so funny to intentionally make each photo blurry to some degree. "If I can be late to a dentist appointment, you can survive with one less photo on your feed." He teased as Matt held back frustrated tears the entire way back.

Today, Friday, was probably the easiest of all. He spent the entire day attempting to de-stress. He had to film yet another video, but this one was easier as Chris seemed to finally let the damn dentist grudge go. That's what led him to now, laying on his bed with a blaring headache as the stress of the week caught up to him. The yelling from Monday, the week-long teasing…the blurry photos.

Everything just felt too loud. Too loud, or too bright. Too big.

Shit.

Everything felt too big. Matt felt small, little.

Groaning, Matt evaluated his options. His brothers knew mildly of his regression, but there was no way in hell he was going to ask them for help. Not now.

He didn’t even necessarily want to bother his girlfriend/caregiver right now but this regression was coming on strong and there was no way Matt would be able to handle it on his own.

As if on cue, the familiar sound of your text tone went off on his nightstand. Quickly sitting up and scrambling for his phone, Matt read your message through teary eyes.

‘mommy🤍: hey hun!! were we still on for that movie marathon? x’

Shit. In the hell-spiral that had been this week Matt completely forgot he agreed to a movie marathon with you. Chewing his lip anxiously, Matt typed out a response.

‘matty💙 : really sorry, i don't think i can. had a really bad week, i don't know if i can drive over :(’

It took less than a moment for a reply to come back.

‘mommy🤍: be ready in 20, bring your littlespace bag’

A smile managed to form on the brunette's face. Matt took a few more moments to calm himself down, the familiar fuzzy feeling beginning to become even more prominent on his mind.

“Not yet.” He thought to himself as he stood up carefully, grabbing the bag out from his closet. He took in front of his open closet for a few moments before deciding to change into a looser fitting t-shirt and sweats.

Matt sat back down on the edge of his bed, checking his phone once more even though he knew you'd be at least another 10 minutes.

Friday, 9:00 pm.

‘mommy🤍: in the driveway, need me to come get you baby?'

‘matty💙 : i can do it'

‘matty💙 : not little yet.'

Matt began trudging downstairs with his backpack cast over his shoulder, he was just gonna slip out the front door and avoid having to explain to his brothers why he was going to spend the weekend at his girlfriend's hous-

"Matt!" Chris called, peeking his head over the couch. God dammit. Matt turned on his heels, flashing a fake smile to both his brothers. "Where are you heading off too in the night?" Nick joked, "Kid looks like batman." Chris added with a laugh.

"Mysterious Matt." Both Nick and Chris agreed before bursting into laughter. Matt had to remind himself to take deep breaths to avoid crying once again. His brothers were just joking around with him, he was just sensitive.

He wanted to just slip out the front door, hurry across the driveway, slide into your car and let you take charge. He just wanted to regress.

“Uhm…(Y/N)’s picking me up.” Matt swallowed, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "I'm staying the weekend." He added, reaching for the doorknob.

"Okay, loverboy." Nick said, Matt rolled his eyes at the old joke. The middle triplet stood awkwardly for a moment, the silence being interrupted by Matt's phone going off.

‘mommy🤍: everything okay?'

Smiling at the message, Matt bid his brothers a goodbye before shutting the door closed behind him. Matt smiled, the fuzzy feeling weighing down on his brain even more as he opened the passenger side door.

"Hey baby!" You smiled, "Look who I brought!" You reached behind you. You took a moment before pulling out Matt's beloved pug stuffed animal he'd left behind a few weeks ago, Mr.Wrinkleton.

A smile instantly formed on Matt's face as he quickly buckled his seatbelt, placing his backpack in front of him. "Mr.Wrinkleton!" The boy beamed, no longer feeling the need to fight off the obvious signs he was regressing.

Ruffling his hair, you put the car in park and began the drive to your home.

For the most part, Matt was silent. Only occasionally whispering something to Mr.Wrinkleton or pointing at something on the side of the road.

"Do you want mama to make you something? Or do you want something else?" You asked, turning down the soft indie music that was playing through the car speakers. Matt paused for a moment, thinking to himself.

"....grilled 'eese?" The brunette asked, looking over at you. "P'ease mama?" The puppy-dog eyes were now in full-effect. You smiled, glancing over at your boy, "Does Mr.Wrinkleton want a grilled cheese too?" You asked, "He can't have grilled 'eese! He's a pug!" The boy giggled.

Friday, 9:40 pm.

"One grilled cheese for Matt." You hummed, placing the plastic bear-shaped plate down on your kitchen island.

"No crust!" Matt beamed as he noticed you'd sliced the edges of the sandwich off. You nodded, wrinkling up your nose with a smile. "I cut it off, just for you." You tapped his nose playfully. "Do you think Mr.Wrinkleton would want the crust?" You asked, revealing a small blue bowl of bread crust from behind you.

Matt giggled and nodded enthusiastically, "Mhm!!".

Smiling, you place the plush dog in front of the blue bowl. "Eat your food angel, bedtime soon." You said, brushing his hair away from his face.

While Matt ate his grilled cheese, you silently snuck the pieces of bread from Mr.Wrinkleton's bowl into your mouth. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable quiet.

"Chris was bein' mean..." Matt mumbled, leaning into your arm. You quickly took your hand away from Mr.Wrinkleton's bowl as you turned your attention to your little.

"Really? What was he saying sweetheart?" You asked, snaking your arm around his lower torso and pulling him closer.

"Kept sayin' I made him late to th-the dentist on purpose..." Matt mumbled, his feelings quite obviously still hurt from Chris' comments.

"Oh honey..." You cooed as you felt Matt's tears trickle down his face and begin to dampen your shirt sleeve.

"A-And I didn't mean too! M' had to change the tire all by m'self!" Matt cried, abandoning his mostly-eaten sandwich to reach for your grasp.

Standing up, you gently led Matt to the couch allowing the two of you to collapse onto the cushions. Matt instantly scrambled onto your lap, curling into you.

"Shhh, I'm here. Just let it out." You soothed, wrapping your arms around your little, playing with the back of his hair. Matt cried, whimpering out a few more words about "blurry photos 'n lost footage".

You made a mental note to ask Matt about those things when he was no longer regressed.

"Mama's here....I've got you." You reassure, kissing the top of the brunette's head before he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for an hour. Matt unleashing the stress of his week through tears and you whispering reassuring words into his ear as you played with his hair.

Eventually though, Matt's tears turned to sniffles and sniffles turned to hiccups, which eventually turned to snores.

You carefully slid out from under him, taking a couch pillow from behind you and placing it under his head. You quietly went to your room, snatching the softest blanket you owned off your bed before returning to the living room and throwing it over your baby boy.

"Shhh, just relax baby." You soothed as Matt stirred in his sleep. Quickly, you grabbed Mr.Wrinkleton from the kitchen counter and his pacifier from his backpack.

Crouching in front of Matt, you softly tucked the pug stuffed animal under his arm before bringing the paci to his lips. Matt's eyes were still filled with sleep as they cracked open, "It's your paci, baby." You explained, a sleepy smile appeared on Matt's face before he accepted the pacifier, snuggling further into his covers.

You let out a content sigh once you were sure he was asleep once again, the gentle sounds of breathing and suckling noise from Matt's paci filling the room.

Saturday, 2:30 am.

"Mommy?" Matt called, peeking into your dark room. You awoke from your sleep, quickly turning to face the door and clicking a light on.

"What's going on angel? Something wrong?" You ask, rubbing your sleep-ridden eyes. Matt shook his head before sheepishly looking down at his feet.

You smiled, realizing what Matt was too nervous to ask. "C'mon," You called, opening up your blanket. Matt let out a small squeal, before climbing into bed and snuggling into your frame.

You let your boy get comfortable before beginning to play with his hair, both of you enjoying the safety of each other's presence. Just as you were about to let sleep take over once again, you heard a small murmur come from a half-asleep Matt.

"M' love you mama."

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bratzforchris · 6 days

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Babygirl

Summary: Little drabbles about CG!Chris with his little, based off of this <3

Pairing: Caregiver!Chris x feminine and little!reader

Warnings: Little bit of crying/anxiety, fluff fluff and more fluff

Word Count: N/A

A/N: This genuinely made my heart so happy to write<3 Caregiver!Chris is is just so 🧸🦌🩰🍼✨💗 As always, age regression is nonsexual and innocent. If you don't like it, don't read it! Enjoy ♡

date a boy who...encourages your regression ♡

It had been a little over a month since you had told your boyfriend about your regression and why you did it, but you had yet to slip around him. Chris had been extremely open, accepting, and gentle about your headspace, but for some reason, you still couldn't shake the fact that you felt like you were bothering him.

Chris understood why this was a rather difficult thing for you to share, as well as why you didn't necessarily want to jump in feet first. He never pushed you to regress by any means, but after reading more on age regression on the days you were at work or the nights when you fell asleep before him, he figured it couldn't be very healthy for you to go this long slipping without a caregiver.

And so, he set himself to the task of gently encouraging your regression. Before you knew it, small boxes from Etsy would arrive to your house weekly, each one containing a decorated pacifier from a small shop that read things like 'Daddy's Princess', 'Sleepy Baby', and 'Little Angel'. Toys would "magically" appear on your shared bed or with your other little gear when you came home from work, as well as the small princess tent that had taken up residence in the corner of your shared basement room.

Though you hadn't fully regressed around Chris yet, you couldn't even begin to explain how grateful this made you. Your past boyfriends had been less than accepting when it came to your headspace, but Chris had taken it in stride, and you secretly thought that he was enjoying taking on the role of "Daddy" more than he was letting on.

Whenever he knew you had been having a hard day, Chris would pull you into his lap on the couch or in bed to cuddle, mumbling soft things like "Come cuddle, angel", "Daddy misses his baby girl!", or "Awww honey, you're so cute! Let Daddy take care of you, okay?". You had to admit that the more he encouraged your regression in a gentle manner, the more you wanted to slip.

Chris never pushed you, but he would always be right there until you were ready to slip, offering gentle hugs, praises, kisses <3

date a boy who...gets super excited when you're in littlespace ♡

You hadn't meant to slip. It wasn't that you couldn't, it was just that you genuinely weren't expecting it. You'd been slightly tired when Chris had proposed a movie night, but not enough so that you would actually slip. Being tired was one of your biggest headspace triggers, but you could usually anticipate the fuzzy feeling that overtook you.

Your boyfriend had slipped out of bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and stating that he was going upstairs to make hot chocolate for your movie. While Chris was gone, you had grabbed your phone off the charger and opened up Pinterest to pass the time. You were cold and slightly sleepy, which only exacerbated your want of cuddles.

You scrolled through the various photos, mentally cooing at cute ones. Your boyfriend and your headspace were arguably the biggest parts of your life, and your Pinterest feed reflected that. You clicked on a concept of a little and her daddy, before looking through more, which were mixed with cute photos of Chris that fans had uploaded.

Before you knew it, you snowballed, slipping right into headspace. You giggled to yourself, clutching your stuffie to your chest and looking at more cute things until the bedroom door opened.

"Daddy!" You squealed, throwing yourself up with a smile.

Chris looked up abruptly, kicking his bedroom door closed with his foot and setting the mugs he was carrying on the dresser. "...oh! Hi baby! I didn't know you were little!"

You smiled as Chris walked over to the bed and picked you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and pepper his face with (slobbery) kisses. "I missied you, Daddy."

"I missed you too, pumpkin! I didn't know I was getting to see my little girl tonight!" He always told you, but there were times where you didn't believe it. Chris loved you being in headspace almost more than you did. The light returned to your eyes, you slept better, and you were overall much more peaceful. Your caregiver moved to grab the mugs of hot cocoa, gently setting you down in bed and getting you situated with the warm drink. "Should we watch a movie, princess?"

You nodded eagerly and Chris flipped the TV to Disney+, already knowing that you would be requesting Tangled. Sure enough, as soon as the opening credits began, you began to squeal happily, eagerly sipping your cocoa. Throughout the entirety of the movie, Chris hardly watched the scenes, instead, focusing on admiring how much he loved his baby girl <3

date a boy who...calls you cute pet names ♡

If there was one thing about your regression, it was that you were hardly ever called by your real name. It's not that Chris didn't adore your name; instead, there were just so many adorable options for him to pick from.

These ranged from baby girl to angel to honey pie to sweetheart to little one. He would always say them while pressing a kiss to your cheeks/nose/head, calling you a good girl.

"Daddy's little angel is just the best girl in the world, isn't she?" Chris asks you, pressing a kiss to your head as he fills your sippy up with juice.

"Night night, baby girl." he hums, pulling you closer to his chest as you start to drift off, your shared room illuminated by your LED projector.

"Oh sweetheart! Thank you for making me look beautiful, honey!" Your daddy grins, observing the pigtails that you've put into his hair in the mirror.

And secretly? You wouldn't change a thing <3

date a boy who...stops whatever he's doing to cuddle you when you're feeling needy or anxious ♡

You groaned as you thrust your head into your hands. It was just past midnight and here you were, still sat at your desk, textbooks, papers, and highlighters scattered around you as you studied for your statistics exam tomorrow. Every time you felt like you grasped a concept, it would just slip away from you when you went to work on a practice problem.

Before you knew it, tears began to stream down your cheeks. You had always been one to crave academic validation, and the thought of anything less than a perfect score was enough to make a hollow pit of anxiety grow in your stomach. Your final was tomorrow, and it felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

Deciding that you were no longer going to be able to even try to study, you pulled your phone out of desk drawer you had shoved it in and shot Chris a quick text.

can you come downstairs, please?

You knew that the triplet brothers were upstairs, most likely having a Fortnite tournament, but right now, you needed your daddy and a good slip more than anything in the world. The sound of Chris' footsteps thumping down the basement stairs drew you out of your thoughts just as he opened the door to your shared room.

"What's up, ma?" he asked cheerfully, but his mood quickly changed when he saw you hunched over your desk and crying. "Oh...baby, what's wrong?"

Your boyfriend scooped you into a hug, allowing you to bury your tear-streaked face into his shoulder. "'M stressed."

"About your exam?" Chris asked knowingly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

You nodded, sniffling quietly. "I'm gonna fail."

"Shhhh honey," Chris began to sway back and forth, knowing that the motion relaxed you and was an almost immediate trigger for your littlespace. "That's a big girl worry, my love. You need to be Daddy's baby right now, princess."

Sure enough, the gentle rocking and the quiet caregiver voice catapulted you directly into your headspace. "Daddy?" You sniffled, cocking your head and finally removing your face from Chris' shoulders.

"There's my little one." he smiled, tickling your sides gently.

You blushed, wrapping your little fist around your daddy's thumb. Chris kissed your forehead, laying you down on the bed and then sliding next to you. He began to rub his large, warm hands across your back and tummy, giving you a gentle massage to release some of the tension in your body. No matter what, your daddy would drop anything and everything to cuddle his baby girl <3

date a boy who...loves tickle fights ♡

Chris had a favorite caregiver game. While some caregivers liked quiet, gentle games, your daddy absolutely loved to run wild with you. This particular game was one that made his heart swell with happiness, mostly because of the little giggles and happy squeals that fell from your lips.

"The Tickle Monster" involved him chasing you around the house, making 'monster' noises and threatening to tickle you. Once you had both collapsed on the couch, Chris began to tickle you relentlessly.

"Daddy!" You giggled. "No tickles!"

"Oh yes, princess! The Tickle Monster caught you!"

This would continue on for a while, Chris tickling you and you giggling and squealing, until the fight finally left your body. You curled up on your caregiver's chest, yawning widely. And in that moment, Chris knew that he wouldn't change this for the world <3

date a boy who...helps you regress when you can't do it by yourself ♡

It had been an extremely long week. Between your final exams, things with your job, and Chris being gone almost all day for filming purposes, you had hardly gotten a moment alone, furthermore time for you to slip.

Unfortunately, if you went too long without being in your headspace, it became difficult for you to just jump back in. Your boyfriend knew this, hence why he was currently planning how your night would go.

“C’mere baby,” he hummed, opening his arms as he sat down on the couch. “Daddy’s missed his little girl this week.”

You blushed but quickly obliged to cuddles, snuggling into his side. You were silently thankful that Matt and Nick were at a movie at the moment. Although both brothers knew of your littlespace, you preferred to slip away from them.

"I've got you, princess," Chris mumbled, kissing the top of your head. "Just let Daddy take care of you."

Sure enough, you quickly fell into your littlespace, happily blushing and giggling. You knew that you wouldn't have slipped that quickly and happily had it not been for your caregiver, and for that, you were beyond grateful <3

date a boy who...cooks you cute little meals ♡

It was a well-known fact that the three things in Chris' cooking repertoire were eggs and bacon, ramen, and hotdogs. None of which your little self was particularly fond of. However, your daddy knew he had to keep his baby fed, hence why he had come up with the concept of "little meals".

Your little meals ranged from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into cute shapes to microwaved nuggets on an adorably divided plate. You didn't even care about the content of the plate that much. Instead, you focused more on whether or not the food was on a Hello Kitty plate and whether or not it came with a cup of apple juice.

The best part of eating your little meals, though? It was when you daddy sat down beside you, eating his own food and sending you soft, gentle smiles <3

date a boy who...teaches you how to be a big kid ♡

There was very little Chris actively tried to change about your regression. It was your coping mechanism and for your healing, however, as a caregiver, he felt the responsibility to step in when your behaviors weren't as healthy.

Even in your littlespace, you had quite a bit of anxiety. In your regressed state, this would often cause full blown meltdowns and panic attacks, which ended up pulling you out of your headspace for days. That's why your boyfriend/caregiver was on a mission.

The mission? To teach you how to actively and healthy talk about your feelings while in headspace. Hence why you came home to a small, pink journal sitting on your and Chris' shared bed, despite the fact that he wasn't home. Curiosity got the best of you, and you gingerly opened the cover, reading what your boyfriend had scrawled across the first page.

Hey sweetheart! Daddy wants to make sure you're happy and healthy, right? That includes your body, your mind, and that big heart. Whenever you feel worried or anxious, you can draw me a picture in here to help your feelings and then we can talk about them, okay? I love you, baby girl <3

You didn't even realize that small tears were dripping down your cheeks as you read, until one landed on the lined notebook paper. You realized how eternally grateful you were that Chris truly cared about you and your feelings, little and big <3

date a boy who...buys you little things ♡

It would not be an exaggeration to say you were absolutely spoiled, both little and big. One of Chris' biggest love languages was gift giving, and that applied to your littlespace as well. You were absolutely spoiled beyond belief.

A pink princess tent had taken up residence in the corner of your shared basement room, along with a wall of stuffed animals. All kinds of toys like Calico Critters and Barbies spilled from a small trunk beside the tent, littering the floor.

Though he knew it was his weak point as a caregiver, Chris was no more likely to clean up than you were. He was content to bounce from activity to activity, as long as it meant he got to see that happy little smile on your face.

Your daddy absolutely loved buying little things for you and spoiling you, simply because it meant he got to see the cute giggles and happy smiles on his baby girl's face <3

date a boy who...makes you feel safe ♡

It had been raining all day. That you were expecting. What you weren't expecting was the loud clap of thunder that suddenly echoed through the house. You had been peacefully wrapped up in your caregiver's arms until this moment, watching My Little Pony. When you heard the noise, you looked up at Chris with a whimper, eyes going wide.

"Shhh, honey. It's just the thunder," Your daddy assured you, kissing your head and pulling you closer to him. "Daddy won't let anything happen to his baby girl."

Though you were still terrified, your body began to relax back into Chris hold. You let yourself lay against his chest, eyes trained on the cartoon. Your daddy had a special way of making you feel safe, and you trusted Chris with your life, little and big. Despite the sheets of rain pounding against the house and the thunder that rattled through your home, you felt immensely safe. It wasn't long until you were completely passed out in Chris' arms, snoring softly <3

date a boy who...tells you he loves you with his whole heart ♡

You had been through a lot in your short twenty years of living. You couldn't change that, but you could change how you experienced love as an adult. Chris made sure of that. Not a day went by where he didn't tell you he loved you multiple times a day. Even if it wasn't verbal, he always made sure to show his affection for you in everything from his actions to physical affection.

By far his favorite thing to make you and your little self feel loved though, was to tell you. He would plant little kisses on your rosy cheeks and your forehead, murmuring a "Daddy loves you, baby" after each one.

Just based off the look in his gentle, blue eyes, he could tell that he meant that with his whole heart. You were his baby girl, and he was honored that he got to be part of your healing <3

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blahbel668 · 2 months

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Honestly as someone who just wants a CG so bad (my Bf just wasn’t the right fit to be my CG) I just wish I could get Chris or Matt Sturniolo audios of their voices comforting me into and in little space. Idk maybe I sound stupid but it’s something that at this point I crave and I have no idea how to even do it myself😭

#sfw agere #age regressor #age regression #agere community #fandom agere #matt sturniolo #Chris sturniolo #little space #agere little #little reader

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piecesofreeses · 2 months

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Reese’s Pieces (Of Writing)

A couple rules and warnings for my blog:

Everyone here deserves love and respect! I will not tolerate any unkind remarks about people’s size or weight, sexual orientation or gender identity, use of age regression, or comfort/discomfort with writing and reading sexual content.

Any post I make about age regression will be entirely safe for work, but this is your warning that the rest of my blog is not!

If you try and spout hate in my inbox, more often than not I will just delete it and ignore you. If you want a fight, sorry! Go somewhere else! I’m not your guy.

The content I am willing to discuss and write:

I will write for the Sturniolo Triplets, the band Waterparks, the band Twenty One Pilots, and original characters. I very well may add to this later.

I will not write any sexual content about the band Waterparks. I don’t mind interacting with it or discussing it, but I do not feel comfortable writing it myself.

I will not write any content that is ‘x female character.’

Okay on to the fun stuff!

I’m Reese, my pronouns are he/him, and I like to write sometimes, but mostly I just say stuff. I have a dog (a border collie dachshund mix) named Stella and I live on the East Coast of the US. I like boy bands, age regression content, trans representation, the Sturniolo triplets, Hunter X Hunter, true crime, sushi, pasta, and unfortunately men. Oh, and I'm a Nick guy all the way in case you were curious.

If you like my work, find me on AO3 @ thelittledipper because I am more active there and updates come faster

Speaking of my work… Here is my masterlist.

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small-river · 2 days

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cg!matt sturniolo w/ girly!little

a/n: hello! I’m a newer agere acc and I thought, why not make a little moodboard for Matt! So I hope you guys enjoy. Also I don’t like labeling this “girly” because anyone can like any of the things on this moodboard, so if anyone has a better name for it, I’m all ears! Enjoy!

taglist: work in progress! if you want to be added, dm or ask me!

paci credits: kitsunescreations

#lilly’s moodboards :)#age regression #agere blog #sfw agere #matt sturniolo x reader #agere moodboard #age regressor #safe agere #agere community #matt sturniolo fluff

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sturniolocraft · 3 months

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i write for — sturniolo triplets, golden era/knights of walpurgis harry potter, gravity falls, grimm, percy jackson and the olympians, and the ballad of songbirds and snakes !

♥︎ matt sturniolo, harry potter, dipper pines, drew wu, and grover underwood — these get done fast !

under the cut is the rules, must read ^_^

do not interact 🌾 : basic dni, mdni blogs, anti-agere/petre, endo systems (support+neu), pro israel / supports any genocide, ppl who send hate ? (it's tumblr bro)

🌼 : i only write fluff or angst ! i don't feel comfortable writing smut since im a minor. i also do moodboards & headcanons !!

🌼 : don't send me requests uve sent other writers !! it's disrespectful to me && the other writer.

🌼 : don't rush me w/ writing things, im not always in front and its also js disrespectful so don't do it.

🌼 : i don't write anything that has to do w/ pregnancy, cheating, self harm, or eating disorders. i also don't do anything about the reader having specific looks!

🌼 : fem, gn, & masc readers r welcome here <3 agab is never rlly mentioned but trans!reader is always implied for masc !! (cis ppl scare me)

🌼 : emoji anons r always welcomed n encouraged !!! i love interacting w/ ppl & will def support anything u tag me in ♡

#blog maintenance

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quinnysnursery · 11 days

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hi!! could you do caregiver!chris and little!fem reader where the two are playing around and chris is chasing her around the house until she accidentally bumps into something/falls down, causing her to cry and chris goes into immediate caregiver mode? thank you sm, so excited about this account!! :)

[🥤] bumps 'n bruises | chris sturniolo one-shot

paring : caregiver!chris sturniolo x gn!little!reader

divider credit : @kyejiz

a/n : working on a masterlist this weekend! (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

“I’m gonna get you!” Chris’ voice echoed through the hallway, along with the sounds of your fuzzy sock-covered feet against the hardwood floor and the soft giggles you were letting out along the way.

The two of you had been playing this game of “Tickle Monster Chase” for around an hour now. What originally started as a way for you to get your energy out before your nap, turned into a full-on game.

Chris wasn’t the best when it came to keeping a routine, it was his biggest weak point as a caregiver. There had been plenty of times you skipped a nap due to both of you having too much fun playing and today was no exception.

As you rounded the corner to take shelter in Chris’ room, you got the brilliant idea that you would shut the door before hiding under the bed away from the “Tickle Monster”.

Genius, right?

You thought so.

Another giggle emitted from you as you quickly turned the doorknob to your caregiver's room, sliding in and quickly trying to shut the door.

However, what you didn’t expect was for the door to move faster than you thought it would. As if in slow-motion you watched the wooden door swing close on your delicate hand.

The fear was more intense than the pain, at first. What if you broke something? What if you had to get the whole thing chopped off? What if dada didn’t want to play with you anymore?

Only after your eyes began to water at these anxious thoughts did your brain decide to register the pain.

And oh god it hurt.

“D-Dada!” You cried out.

Chris, who had stopped a few strides behind you to give you a fair chance, was now by your side in seconds.

“What happened?” He asked, his tone was serious. He quickly realized how you whimpered at this, not recognizing that he wasn’t mad at you and was instead focused on your injury.

“Baby, I need you to tell me what happened.” Chris tried again, letting the caregiver voice™️ seep through his vocal cords. You sniffled, the floodgates of your eyes beginning to open as tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“M’- M’ wanted to hide!” You attempted explaining, letting out a sharp whine as Chris ran a gentle finger over your already-bruising hand.

Chris nodded, trying to piece together what had happened based on the limited information. “And the door smashed your hand?” He asked, gently pushing your hair behind your ears.

You nodded before looking up at him with tear-ridden eyes. “M’ sorry!” You choked out

“Hey…shhh, it’s alright. I’m not mad.” Chris comforted, gently leading his little one to the bed. “Can you move your hand for me, doll?” He asked, his mind already racing about the possibility of a fractured bone.

You trusted him with your littlespace. You trusted him to look after and nurture you while in headspace and he failed you.

Chris was quickly snapped out of his thoughts as you leaned into him, your tear-stained cheeks dampening his shirt (not that he’d ever mind). “Please, angel? For dada?” He asked, placing a gentle kiss atop your head.

After wrapping his arm around your torso and gently rubbing your upper arm, you began to stretch out your curled-up hand. Naturally, it hurt. However, to both your and Chris’ shock, it wasn’t unbearable. Henceforth, it wasn’t broken. In a few days, you’d have a gnarly bruise, but at least it wasn’t broken.

Your caregiver let out a sigh of relief, squeezing you gently. “Let’s get you some ice, okay?” He offered. You sniffled and let out a meek “..’kay dada..” before following the brunette downstairs to the kitchen.

After wrapping a kitchen towel around a few pieces of ice from the fridge, Chris sat you on a countertop. “It might hurt for just a second, but the ice is gonna feel nice.” Your caregiver assured you, gently pressing the compress to your hand.

You couldn’t help but giggle, despite the pain. “Dada rhymed…” You mumbled, leaning your head against Chris’ chest. Chris smiled, “I did, didn’t I?” He played along, relieved to find your sense of humor hadn’t also been smashed.

A few moments of silence passed, the two of you processing the events of earlier.

“I’m really sorry,” Chris mumbled, still ashamed he’d let you get hurt during a game he suggested. You looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion. “You got hurt on my watch, that’s not cool.” He said remorsefully, already planning the full-length conversation he’d be having with you when you came out of littlespace.

“You didn’t mean to…” You said gently, looking up at your caregiver. “It was jus’ an ac’ident dada.” You smiled wrinkling up your nose as you did. Chris smiled too, letting the compress rest on the counter as he engulfed you in a tight hug.

Everything would be okay, even the bumps ‘n bruises.

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bratzforchris · 1 month

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hiii! I love your works with little space, they really warms my heart 🤍 could you maybe write for something with little Matt based on Wednesday's video? pls, thank you 🤍🤍

Snowy the Lamb

Summary: In which playing with Snowy the Lamb pushes Matt into some much needed tiny time<3

Pairing: Little!Matt x caregiver!reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 768

A/N: Thank you for the request! This video is actually my comfort video, I've watched it so many times :') As always, age regression is non sexual and innocent. Hate will be blocked and deleted<3

You looked up from your computer when you heard Matt open the door to your shared bedroom. His arms were full of what looked like toys as he dumped the pile of things on the bed, before migrating over to your desk chair and sitting down in your lap with a giggle. You had been working on some assignments for your online university courses while the triplets filmed, making you rather surprised to see Matt in such a good mood. Usually, he was exhausted and soft-spoken after filming, but he seemed to be excited at the moment, all giggles and bright smiles.

“You’re in a good mood,” You smiled, kissing his hair as he curled up in your lap. “I take it filming went well?”

Matt nodded quickly, another giggle falling from his lips. “We played with toys.”

“You did?” You asked with a chuckle. “I’m assuming that’s what those are from?” You nodded towards the bed.

Matt was open with his brothers about his littlespace, but rarely was he ever in it around them. You were slightly shocked that he had been so willing to do such an activity that would most likely push him into his headspace in front of the camera, but seeing the joy on his face told you it had been a wonderful filming session.

Your boy nodded his head and looked up at you, eyes slightly glassy. “Really fun,” he said with a yawn, subconsciously signaling to you that he would be slipping rather soon. “I like Snowy. She’s cute.”

“Snowy?” You questioned, unsure what Matt was talking about.

“The lamb,” he stood and pushed himself off your lap, going over to the bed and grabbing the toy before sitting down again. “See? I love her.”

“I love you.” You said sweetly, booping the tip of his freckled nose.

And just like that, you had pushed Matt straight into his headspace. “Mama,” he whined cutely, blushing and hiding his face against your shoulder. “Nooooo.”

“Cute baby.” You hummed, slowly rocking him back and forth in your arms as little yawns came from the boy every now and then.

“I seepy.” Matt said after a few moments of quiet, fully in littlespace now.

“Awww, I know, honey. It’s getting late for such a tiny boy to be up,” You said softly, taking on your ‘caregiver’ voice. “Let’s go brush your teeth and then we’ll get all cuddled up, okay?”

You hoisted yourself and Matt up out of the chair, thankful that you were both about the same height and weight. Your boy absolutely adored being carried when he was little, and the equal distribution made it much easier. You started to walk towards the bathroom until Matt whined against your shoulder, making grabby hands at your desk.

“No forget Snowy!” he told you very insistently.

You chuckled at Matt’s obsession with the new toy, handing it to him with ease and starting back towards the bathroom. Luckily, the combination of the new comfort object and exhaustion made him rather compliant, allowing you to sit him down on the closed toilet seat. Matt sat happily, playing with Snowy and giggling as you brushed his teeth and wiped his face with a warm washcloth. By the time you had reentered the bedroom and set the boy down on the bed though, the brunette was absolutely wiped, Snowy clutched against his chest as he yawned.

“All ready for bed!” You smiled happily, climbing under the covers beside him. “Do you wanna put Snowy on the nightstand, honey? She’s not really a cuddly toy, angel.” You explained gently, hoping Matt wouldn’t meltdown over it.

“Nuh uh. Snowy gots get cuddles too.” he explained cutely, toy clutched under one arm and clinging to you with the other.

“Okay, baby,” You sighed softly, kissing his hair. “Snowy can get cuddles too. Do ya want your paci, hun?”

Matt nodded eagerly, giggling happily as you slipped his pacifier into his mouth. It was pastel blue, decorated with small gems and beads that read ‘Baby Boy’ on it, along with a pug charm. It was very on-brand for him, and the boy absolutely loved it. Content now with his toys, to include Mr. Wrinkleton, and his pacifier, Matt curled up easily beside you, yawning widely.

“I seepy now. Go ni ni?” he asked, looking up at you with those big, blue eyes.

“We can go ni ni, little one,” You assured him, pecking his face with kisses. “I love you, angel.”

And with that, Matt easily fell asleep beside you, snoring softly and happily with Snowy the lamb by his side.

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Can we get Matt x little!fem reader? And she’s been having a tough day and she’s finally comfortable enough to start sleeping into little space because Matt’s there? 🤍

Sleepy Baby

Summary: Above!

Pairing: Matt x little and feminine!reader

Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma

Word Count: 993

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was actually so cute 🎀🧸 As always, age regression is nonsexual and innocent. Hate towards myself/my readers/my works will be blocked--if you don't like it, don't read it! Enjoy<3

Despite only having been together for a few months, Matt was arguably a blessing from the universe. Being your first boyfriend, you had been slightly scared about how he would treat you, especially when you told him about some of the trauma you had experienced at a young age that had caused you to be slightly averse to relationships. However, the brunette had been nothing but accepting, always cuddling you, kissing you, reassuring you, and overall making sure that you felt loved. Even when you two had to have the difficult conversation regarding your regression and why you did it, Matt had been nothing but open and loving with you.

The way Matt learned of your regression was purely an accident. He would never snoop through your private belongings. Rather, he had been looking for one of his hoodies that had been missing for a month now. He finally found it in your corner of the shared closet, and when he had retrieved it from the floor, a pacifier, teether, and bottle fell out. His first thought was that you were pregnant and had yet to tell him, but upon inspection, the pacifier was much too large for an infant.

Always being open to conversations and problem solving in your relationship, Matt had simply asked you about the things with a gentle look on his face. Despite your tears and panic over how your boyfriend now viewed you, you went on to explain that you reverted to a younger headspace to cope with your childhood trauma and usually to escape the anxiety of adult life. Though the age varied, your littlespace was around that of a two to a four year old. Matt had been soft with you the entire time, promising that he still loved you just the same and that he was happy you were healing and coping in a healthy way. He had even offered to be your caregiver, but you simply shook your head, cuddling into his side. As much as you adored Matt and his love, regressing around someone else was a step you weren't quite ready for.

It had been about three months since the conversation with Matt, and you still hadn’t slipped around your boyfriend. He had encouraged your regression by buying you stuffed animals and sometimes even new decorated pacifiers, but he also understood that it might take you a while to share such a large and “embarrassing” thing with him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to; rather, you were so anxious about Matt changing his mind about loving you once he saw you actually regressed. You still slipped, of course, but it was never when Matt was home.

All of that was going to change today, though. For some reason, everything that could go wrong, did. You had spilled hot coffee on your white blouse at work, then your lunch order had been delivered to the wrong office, and finally, you had gotten stuck in a hour-long traffic jam on your commute home. As soon as you stepped in your and Matt’s shared apartment, you flopped down on the living room floor and began to cry. Was it childish? Sure. But you had had an awful day, and being tired and emotional were your biggest headspace triggers.

Matt came out of his office when he heard you wailing, looking down at you on the living room floor. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked sadly, sitting beside you.

“Everything!” You wailed.

“Wanna elaborate on that?” he asked with a gentle smile, pulling you into his lap.

You began to recount the story of your awful day, clinging to Matt’s shirt as your tears stained the gray fabric. You could feel yourself slipping with every passing second, but honestly, you were too tired to care. “...an so tiwed.” You sobbed finally, fully slipping into your headspace.

Matt froze at the sudden change in your voice, but you didn’t seem to notice his hesitation. Your boyfriend just rubbed your back for a moment before quietly whispering. “Daddy’s here, honey. I’ve got you. Everything’s okay, baby.”

The few sentences alone were enough to make you stop crying as you snuggled into Matt’s hold. Unbeknownst to you, he had been reading up on age regression ever since that day, learning as much as he could about how to help you. He knew that gentle words and speaking of himself in the third person usually helped, and it was clearly working. Your tears had slowly reduced to sniffles and little hiccups as you relaxed in his hug.

Matt allowed you two to sit on the floor for a while, before he slowly stood up with you in his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom. He knew that you probably wouldn’t want to talk a lot right now, but that was okay. He simply changed you into one of your soft onesies that you kept in your dresser, before tucking you in softly and laying down beside you. He continued to hum sweet, nonsensical things to you as he plucked your pacifier from the nightstand and slipped it between your lips.

It wasn’t long until you were encased in snuggles from Matt, comfy onesie on, pacifier in your mouth, and your favorite stuffie that had a recording of his voice in it in your hand. Your boyfriend knew that a lot of conversations would have to be had after this occurrence, but right now, he simply enjoyed the time with his little one, admiring the way your eyes had glossed over and your lips had a little smile as you yawned. Just before you fell asleep, you said something that made Matt’s heart swell, and reminded him that this was exactly what he was meant to do.

“I loves you, Daddy.” You whispered as you slowly fell asleep.

“I love you, baby girl.” he whispered back just as gently, knowing that today was just the start of something beautiful.

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bratzforchris · 3 months

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can you pleaseee right chris with a gf that’s a little? she’s super spoiled tho and he has to lecture her and she gets all sad and he feels bad so he js spoils her all over again

Daddy's Girl, C. Sturniolo

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

Some cute little headcanons about a spoiled baby girl that Chris just can't resist 🌸🖍🍬🧃🔆🧸

Note: Age regression is an innocent coping mechanism. It is never sexual. If you don't like it, please keep scrolling<3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*

🍭 chris is wrapped around his baby girl's finger

🍭 nothing is too much if it makes little you happy. doesn't matter the price, the time, or how much makeup he has to wear

🍭 speaking of which, "daddy? i gives you makeover?" "awww baby, i don't see why not!", which results in chris being covered in blush and blue eyeshadow

🍭 anytime chris tries to discipline you, you cry, even if he's gentle about it. you're a very sensitive little one and you can't stand the thought of daddy being disappointed in you

🍭 this makes him feel absolutely awful, which results in more spoiling :3

🍭 "daddy? i tay up late wif you" "sweetie, you stayed up late last night and the night before that and the night before that..." "bu daddy!" "awww, i guess a few more minutes won't hurt!"

🍭 you and chris have an insane number of stuffed animals on your shared bed, mostly because he can never say no to you at the store

🍭 eventually, chris's spoiling habits leak onto matt and nick, which leads to you being absolutely adored by your "uncles"

🍭 even though you heal in a more unconventional way, chris loves you more than anything ever and he's absolutely honored to be your daddy!!

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quinnysnursery · 2 days

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Would you be able to do little!chris? I don’t ever see him as a little☹️

[🥤] little!chris sturniolo headcannons

paring : little!chris x cg!gn!reader

divider credit : @muruffin

a/n : i love diet coke (lower case intended ! )

🥤i feel like chris' age-range is kinda on the toddler/kiddo side of the spectrum!

💫 so maybe 4-6?!

🤍 human version of taz from looney tunes

🥤 however that does NOT mean he doesn't enjoy cuddling up with/being near his cg

💫 i imagine little!chris to be running around the house and popping his head in to make sure you're still around

🤍 "mama/dada/baba?" "in the kitchen angel!" *que little!chris making race car noises again*

🥤playing outside >> any other activity

💫 "mama/dada/baba!! look! bug!" "sweet boy...that's very cool but please put the beetle down" ":( okaaays"

🤍 doesn't usually use baby talk while little but will 100% shorten some sentences/words

🥤does say "tuddles" instead of "cuddles" though

💫 "awww, is someone sleepy?" "m' want tuddles...pleeease?"

🤍 ONE HUNDRED PERCENT HAS A STICKER REWARD CHART

🥤 "mama/dada/baba!! look m' picked up all m' cars! ...sticker?!"

💫 speaking of cars,

🤍 lightening mcqueen FANATIC

🥤lightening mcqueen little!chris & tow mater little!nate

💫 occasional ipad kid,

🤍 ADORES playing games on his tablet :(

🥤"m' won!!" (it's a coloring game)

💫 little!chris & little!nate being the most mischievous duo

🤍 "it was nate's idea!" "nuh uh! >:C"

🥤 i think chris would break the rules from time-to-time

💫 lots of bedtime tantrums (because he's just "not s'eepy!")

🤍 puppy dog eyes & mac 'n cheese

🥤 the cutest giggles as he pushes his cars around the house

💫 spongebob FANATIC

🤍 i hope i did little!chris justice, i feel like i'm bad at writing chris 😭🫶

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quinnysnursery · 10 days

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Can you do little!matt headcannons?

[🩹] little!matt sturniolo headcannons

paring : little!matt x cg!gn!reader

divider credit : @agsthv

a/n : there's this thing called stardew valley and me and my girls? well....we've gone pro. (lower case intended !)

🩹 slightly younger age-range. i’d say maaaybe 2-4?

🫧 started regressing after his therapist recommended it

🦈 thought it was silly at first, but decided to keep trying it

🩹 eventually he figured out what worked for him

🫧 can’t go a week without regressing now !

🦈 while little!johnnie is mostly picky, matt more-so has a phobia of certain/new foods

🩹 takes a LOT of hand-holding and gentle affirmations for him to try something new

🫧 “mama/dada/baba…” “i’m here angel, just a small bite…okay?”

🦈 of course, you would never force him to

try a food he didn’t want too !!

🩹 LOVES his stuffies.

🫧 god forbid one falls off the bed, because poor thing will start crying

🦈 was extremely iffy about paci’s at first,

🩹 still gets nervous about using them casually but after a long week?

🫧 get this man a juice box and his PACI.

🦈 bottles though?

🩹 matt WAS anxious at first to try a bottle but when you offered holding him while he drank?

🫧 there was no stopping him

🦈 absolutely lives and breathes for his bottle

🩹 just imagine little!matt curled up in your lap, head against your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, slowly falling asleep with a bottle :( /pos

🫧 “mama/dada/baba…hold?” “okay baby, c’mere.”

🦈 little!matt holding onto his cg’s shirt to nap ☹️🫶

🩹 i honestly don’t see little!matt being a fussy little

🫧 maybe only acting out when tired or overstimulated

🦈 “no! ‘m don’t want you!” “please darling? what about a bottle?” “…” *que matt crawling onto your lap and saying sorry five minutes later*

🩹 definitely gets shy talking about his age regression when OUTSIDE of littlespace

🫧 “matt! do you think you’d like this toy?” “🍅 um..yeah…🍅”

🦈 if cg!matt is the gentlest, little!matt is the sweetest <3

#agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #age regression #agere community #matt sturniolo #agere blog #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

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quinnysnursery · 1 day

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Little Chris??

[🥤] bedtime tears | chris sturniolo one-shot

paring : little!chris sturniolo x cg!gn!reader

summary : after a long day of fun, little!chris just isn't ready for bedtime

warning/extra tid-bits : tantrums, crying, i think thats all!

word count : 1,281

divider credit : me c: i made it!

a/n : RAAAAAAA (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl !)

The two of you had possibly one of the best regression days ever, Chris had finally worked up enough courage to go out in public while regressed, determined to spend the day at the zoo with his caregiver.

Somehow, you two managed to pull it off without Chris being recognized. You managed to spend nearly the entire day at zoo, Chris' headspace full-force. Now though, you two were back home and you were cooking a box of instant mac 'n cheese for your boy.

Stirring in the macaroni, you slowly turned down the heat of the stove to not overcook the SpongeBob-shaped noodles.

"Mama/Dada/Baba?" Chris called from behind your back. You turned around, smiling brightly. "Yes, Lovebug?" You asked, "Is the 'roni almost done?" He asked, peeking behind you.

You nodded, "Almost bug, can you sit down for me?". Chris nodded, giving you a toothy grin before he began making race-car noises as he traced his hot wheels truck against the kitchen counters before sitting himself down at the island.

Placing the bowl of mac 'n cheese in front of your little, you sat down next to him. "Is it good?" You chuckled as Chris began scarfing down the cheesy noodles. "Mhm! 's spongebob!" He smiled, showing you his spoon that had a patrick-shaped noodle on it. You smiled, ruffling the boy's fluffy hair. When Chris finally declared he was “all done!” you took both bowls into the sink, beginning to rinse them off.

“Lovebug?” You attempted grabbing your littles attention. “Mhm?!” Chris answered, already beginning to play with his race-car once again.

“It’s…” You trailed off, looking at your phone before finishing your sentence, “9:30, can you be a big boy for Mama/Dada/Baba and start brushing your teeth for bed?”. Looking up, your brow instantly furrowed at Chris’ teary eyes.

“Oh angel…what’s wrong?” You asked, shutting off the sinks faucet and beginning to reach for your boy. Chris, however, instantly pushed his chair away from the kitchen island and stormed upstairs. A loud slam from a door following him shortly after.

You hadn't expected that at all. You and Chris had a wonderful day at the zoo, spending extra time at the Gorilla exhibit and even getting not one but two plushies at the gift shop.

Sure, Little Chris never loved bedtime but he'd never stormed off and slammed a door before.

After taking a few minutes to collect yourself, you began the trudge upstairs. One of your favorite parts of being Chris' caregiver is you got to rewrite things your own parents did wrong. By being able to collect yourself, you were able to assure yourself that you could speak to Chris without getting frustrated.

Quiet sniffles came from behind the bathroom door, exposing Chris' hiding spot. "Lovey? What's going on?" You asked as you walked up to the door, trying the handle. Locked, of course.

"G-Go 'way!" Your little cried causing you to frown. "Sweetheart..." You tried, your voice gentle and calm. "Can you let mama/dada/baba in so we can talk?" You asked, silently begging he said would say yes. Thankfully, you heard a small 'click!' come from the door and you were able to turn the knob.

Stepping into the restroom, you were immediately greeted with the sight of Chris standing near the tub, eyes red and puffy from crying with the accompanying tear marks down his cheeks.

"Oh baby...what's going on?" You asked, bringing your arms out to offer the distressed little a hug. Chris instantly accepted this, burying his head into your clothing. "N-No bedtime..." Chris pouted, his tears dampening your shirt.

"No bedtime?" You asked, making sure you heard him correctly. Chris whined and stomped his foot, "No bedtime." He grumbled.

"Sweetheart, you've had such a long day though..." You tried, brushing his hair away from his tear-ridden face. Chris whined, shaking his head.

"Can you pretty please brush your teeth?" You asked gently, pulling away from Chris and wiping his eyes with your sleeves. Chris began to whine but you cut him off, "You don't have to go to bed just yet, but you had a lot of cotton candy at the zoo." You chuckled, causing a small smile to appear on the littles face as he slowly began to brush his teeth.

You let out a content sigh, ruffling his hair. The rest of the night would not be easy.

You were right. The two of you had managed to brush your teeth with minimal hitches, the occasional sniffle and eye-rub erupting from Chris.

The next problem arose when it was time for pajamas.

"Mickey Mouse or...Toy Story?" You asked, pulling out two options of sleep pants for Chris. Chris sniffled, looking between the two before speaking. "M' wanted Light'ing Mc'een.." He mumbled, crossing his arms as he sat on the bed.

"You wore those yesterday, lovebug. They're in the hamper." You explained gently, crouching down to meet Chris' eyes that seemed to be fixated on the floor.

This began a whole new set of tears, Chris begging for the "Light'ing Mc'een jammies".

You gently took hold of the little's hands, "Chris, I need you to take a deep breath for me." You said firmly. Chris sniffled, taking a second to calm his tears before slowly taking a slow breath.

"Good job...such a good boy." You praised, giving him an encouraging smile. The two of you worked through another deep-breath before you spoke again.

"I know you want to Lightening Mcqueen jammies, but they're dirty." You paused before beginning again. "So, would you like to choose between these two options or do you want mama/dada/baba to choose?" You finished, brushing a Chris' hair away from his face.

Chris thought for a moment before squeaking out his answer, "Mama/dada/baba..." You nodded, standing up and picking up the toy-story themed pajama pants and a plain black muscle shirt.

"Alright sweetheart, go get dressed. I'll be right here when you're ready." You smiled. Chris took a few moments before going back to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

When Chris returned, you somehow managed to get him curled up next to you without another tantrum.

"M' not tired..." He whined, laying his head against your shoulder. "Lovebug, just try and settle down...for me?" You asked. Chris shook his head, letting out a long whine.

You thought for a moment before speaking, "Why don't you wanna go to sleep, baby?" You asked, looking down at Chris who'd buried himself into your side.

The boy mumbled something, causing you to lean down further. "Hm?" You asked again.

"M' don't wanna be big tomorrow..." Chris mumbled, slightly louder this time. Embarrassed tears beginning to slowly slip out your little boy's eyes.

You cooed, gently taking Chris' chin in your hand and guiding his gaze to meet yours. "Sweet boy, you never ever have to be big for me." You comforted, wiping his tears away with the pads of your thumbs.

"B-but m' was little all day...'s not fair..." He whimpered, you shushed him. "If I needed a break I'd let you know, and Mama/dada/baba is saying its okay. Okay?" You smiled, Chris thought for a moment before sheepishly nodding.

"...'kays." He smiled, flinging himself into your arms for a hug. You chuckled as he koala-ed himself around you.

The two of you stayed that way far after Chris had lulled himself to sleep, which took no less than 10 minutes.

Slowly, you were able to lay him down. You were quick to lay down with him, brushing his fluffy brown hair away from his sleepy face.

"My sweet boy."

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