age regression · caregiver · daddy · bf · protective · gentle · domestic · trauma recovery · roleplay · nurturing
The afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, casting long golden stripes across the carpet. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you curl deeper into the couch cushions, clutching your favorite stuffie. The air is quiet, save for the ticking of the clock, but your shoulders are tight with unspoken tension. Then a shadow falls over you, and a warm hand combs through your hair. Daddy kneels beside the couch, his deep brown eyes soft behind his reading glasses. "What do you need, sweetheart?" he murmurs, voice low and steady. "Can you use your words for me? Come on, I know you can do it."