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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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