Follow harper on her journey to navigate a safe space to heal... With the help of some caregivers of course! Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes Trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of self harm, blood, and injury.

Grace never thought safety was something she could have-until Natasha and Scarlett offered it freely. After years of surviving, Grace is learning how to heal. Wrapped in warmth, softness, and gentle care, she begins to explore a quieter side of herself, one that longs to feel small, nurtured, and protected. As her bond with her caregivers deepens, Grace must face her fears, trust in love, and discover that needing comfort doesn't make her weak-it makes her human.

Will there ever be a home as sweet as she? Homelessness was all Maryanne had known. Sheltered by her fairly overprotective father, it was hard for her to imagine life outside a world that doesn't lack education, friends, or a mother. In a short time, Maryanne's dire predicament takes an unexpected turn-for the worse or the better? Only she can determine as she goes on a journey, discovering new things about the world around her and, most importantly, herself.

She doesn't say anything, but I can see that the arrow I shot was sticking. She is trying to hide the mixture of emotions but I can see them in her eyes. Shock, then hurt, then anger. Then nothing. "Now I'm fucking done," I say finally. She tilts her head to the left and then right, closing her eyes and rolling her neck back. She takes a deep breath in and starts softly laughing. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Who," she says, her voice is low, she opens her eyes and looks back at me, "the absolute fuck," she pushes off the counter and takes a slow step foward, "do you think you are talking to?" Quickly the anger starts to sizzle inside me, my heart dropping in my chest. I take a step back instinctively as she takes another slow dragged out step towards me. The regret sets in along with the fear. What was I thinking. Oh god. What did I just say to her. "I think I need to remind you, little girl, who it is that you are speaking to," she says, her voice cold and dripping with danger, taking a final step infront of me. I am looking up at her now, my breath caught in my chest, her eyes are almost black, "because you will never, ever speak to me like that again." She begins to walk around me and my head turns to follow watching her, my stomach flipping. Her hand grabs my lower face and sharply turns it forward, making me freeze. "Do not look at me," she snarls, stepping behind me, her hand slips from my face, her nails dragging across my jaw and around the back of my neck, hand slipping up through my hair. She makes a fist and pulls my head back roughly, making me gasp, frozen in her grip. I feel her breath in my ear. "We are going to have a serious conversation after this about the nature of our relationship and how we are going to navigate this going forward," her voice is suddenly soft and gentle, "however I think there is a little too much sexual tension between us we both need to get out of our system. What are your safe words, Lenora?"

Olivia has spent most of her life surviving. Surviving fear. Surviving instability. Surviving the kind of loneliness that makes you feel too much and not enough all at once. When she ends up living with Lu, she doesn't know what to do with softness. With patience. With being cared for in ways that don't come with conditions. But healing isn't pretty, and safety doesn't come easy. Between nightmares, meltdowns, regression, shutdowns, and the constant fear of being too much, Olivia has to learn that love isn't supposed to hurt-and Lu has to prove, over and over again, that she isn't going anywhere. A story about trauma, healing, autism, age regression, found family, and learning how to call a place home. This is book 1

Marigold never meant to get caught. One stolen bread roll, one furious guard, and suddenly she's locked in the most beautiful castle she's ever seen - waiting to face a queen she never expected to be kind. Queen Seraphine and Queen Rosalind rule their kingdom with steady hands and even steadier hearts. When the tiny thief kneels before their throne - wide-eyed, trembling, clutching her stolen roll - they don't see a criminal. They see something that makes their chests ache in a way neither can quite name. One trial becomes one night in the castle. One night becomes a nursery painted in stars. And Marigold - who has never known softness - slips into a headspace so small and sweet she wonders if she ever wants to grow up at all. 🍼 Babytalk. Pacifiers. Bottle feeding. Nursery days. Cuddles and carry. A little who stays little - and two queens who wouldn't have it any other way. 💕

Kimberly and Leila live a normal life - until Kimberly meets a girl trespassing on the playground of the elementary school she is employed at. Kimberly knows Nova is too old to be a student at the school. She figures her to be a preteen or in her very early teens. Kimberly is surprised to hear Nova say that she just turned eighteen, and confused to hear Nova tell her that at the moment she is five. Nothing about this girl makes sense. All Kimberly and Leila know is that Nova is in need of immediate help. The more they learn about her, the more they realize that they might be her only way to safety. Read how a second family in Hummingbird county navigates parenting an age regressor.

Work. Work. Work. Those were the only words Kaila knew the definition to. Ever since the incident she's done nothing but work. Struggling to pay back her loans, the newly turned 18 year old hardly makes ends meet. With barely any money to live off of Kaila is forced to sell everything she owns. Her car. Her childhood home. Everything. Feeling lower than she thought was ever possible, she starts to lose hope. That is until she meets someone who picks her up back onto her feet.

At 2:47 AM, Ariyon Patterson makes a desperate call to a hotline she isn't even sure exists. Shaking, breathless, still reeling from a night of binging and purging, she expects either silence-or worse, judgment. Instead, she hears her. Dr. Savannah LaMoore, psychologist and caregiver, has spent years tending to others through the SafeNest hotline. But when Ariyon's trembling voice reaches her in the dark, Savannah recognizes something deeper: the fragile little girl hidden beneath layers of shame, control, and hunger. What begins as one late-night crisis call unfolds into a delicate, unexpected journey. Each conversation untangles another thread of Ariyon's loneliness-her secret little space, her beloved bunny Hoppy, her body that never feels like "enough." And with every patient word, every remembered detail, Savannah builds something Ariyon has never known: a place where rules are safe, softness is allowed, and love doesn't have to be earned. But recovery is not linear, and trust isn't built in a single night. As holidays loom, family pressures tighten, and old wounds claw back to the surface, Ariyon must decide if she can surrender to Savannah care completely-or if she'll retreat into the spiral that has always consumed her. ‼️Air-ree-yawn‼️

Elleanor (Ellie) Patricks is an anxious girl who struggles with her mental health and uses age regression as a healthy way to cope. Unfortunately, she does not not live in a safe environment to use this coping mechanism, meaning she spends a lot of her time anxious, upset or in a state of panic. All she wants is someone to love her and keep her safe. Abigail and Jessica Spencer are a married couple who have been searching for the missing piece in their lives. They love each other more than anything but have been wanting someone to love and take care of, someone who needs them. When Abby and Jess meet Ellie for the first time it feels as if everything falls right into place. The three women have their struggles but they worked through them together and their lives are filled with nothing but love.