#x regressed!reader

[littlespace-imagines]

Imagine Monster Daddies >_>

(Super short blurbs, Cg!Monster x little!reader)

A Vampire daddy who loves lulling his little one to sleep because he adores watching them and holding them close.

A Orc Daddy who loves nothing more than having his little one held close.

A werewolf Daddy who’s heart melts everytime his little loves seeing his wolf form.

A Demon Daddy using his powers to give his little one the best dreams ever.

I’ve fr had so much monster brain rot lately… I’ve been making some OCs for some fanfiction >_> feel free to add more :)

[littlespace-imagines]

hello,, I don't know if you are taking requests and if you are not i'm sorry for the inconvenience!

but if you are, can you write a cg!Michael Myers x little!reader where the reader is overwhelmed because her workplace is too noisy and she ends up regressing to a very little age (like 1 year) and Michael comforts the reader with a bottle of chocolate milk and a lot of affection? :3

Cg!Michael Myers x little!reader

Contains: Fluff, comfort, Cg/l dynamics, baby regression

**Ageregression and littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

You just had to get home. You’re so close… so close to refuge.

You clutched the steering wheel so hard you felt the tension building in your knuckles.

Dont. Slip. It was just overwhelming, nothing happened.

Do. Not. Slip. Not now, not when you need to focus.

You’re almost there. So, so close… you can see your home.

You pulled into your driveway and almost forgot to put your car in park before turning it off, you hopped out the car and rushed inside the door slamming behind you harder than you would’ve liked. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Michael at the top of the stairs, staring you down from behind his mask as you sank to your knees, the emotions of the day hitting you now that you could feel it.

Before you knew it Michael had you scooped up into his arms, holding you close as he rubbed small circles on your back, something you had taught him that would help you. He picked you up, carrying you on his hip as he began doing something you were too distracted by your emotions to notice. The only sounds you heard was your sniffles, Michael’s soft breathing behind his mask, and the occasional creaking of the floor. The relief you felt from the silence making the vice like pressure and pain in your skull begin to subside. After a few minutes Michael sits down, pulling you into his lap, you wipe your eyes as you feel something squishy press against your lips, you open your mouth instinctively as Michael pressed the bottle into your mouth, you gave a content hum as the chocolate milk washed over your tongue. You snuggled up to Michael as he held you. You’d tell him later, but right now you were much too small to communicate and instead decided to just be here, in your Carer’s lap.

[littlespace-imagines]

saw you write for Norman Bates, he makes my little heart very happy <3 since he likes milk so much, i think a fic where the reader feeds him a bottle would be cute... poor guy would be so nervous trying to ask for it 😭🍼❤️

Little!Norman Bates x Cg!reader

Contains: Cg/l, littlespace, Cg!reader, Norman is adorable, bottle feeding, fluff, reader feeds Norman a bottle, completely GN!reader

“Wait! Hold on don’t go in-“ Normal said as he trailed behind you, trying to intercept your path to the kitchen as his cheeks and ears burned a bright pink, you let out a small laugh,

“Norman, my sweet boy, I have to go in the kitchen…. How else will I get your sippy ready?” You asked him, fingers soothingly running through his thick black hair, you could see him leaning into your touch more and you smiled. Normal looked down, clenching and unclenching his fists in anxiety before he looked up at you.

“I-I bought something… online… and now I’m nervous.” He explained slowly and you gave a soft nod, holding your hand out to him,

“Lead the way, sweet boy.” You said with a smile, you could see relief flood his eyes as he took your hand and lead you to the kitchen, where on the counter sat a large adult bottle, still in the package, as you smiled and picked it up.

“I'd be happy to make you a bottle, Norman, do you want to watch some cartoons too? Will that make you more comfortable?” You asked the flustered boy placing a hand on his warm shoulder. Norman nodded sheepishly and looked down, you could tell there was something he wasn’t asking you and you waited patiently until you heard the small whispers fall from his lips,

“I want you to feed it to me…please?” He said, his tone implying it was a question and you nodded,

“Go get your jammies on, but by the time you’re dressed I’ll have your bottle and cartoons ready!” You say and he beams, running out of the room excitedly, you turned and decided to make him a chocolate milk bottle, something you only did for special occasions because too many sweets made Normal feel nauseated, but this was important to celebrate. Norman opening up so easily took a lot of work, and he was doing so well.

You hadn’t realized you had gone on autopilot until you were sitting on the couch with Norman’s favorite cartoon and still shaking his bottle when he came into view, back to being shy as you adjusted yourself on the couch, your back was pressed against the back on the couch, your right arm laying across it to support Norman's head as you patted the space in front of you, he came a laid, his body nestled against yours comfortably as you smiled at him, he returned the smile nervously as you popped the bottle between his lips, his gaze shifted between your eyes and his cartoons as you watched him slip deeper into his headspace, by around the half-point of the bottle he was starting to doze off, holding onto you tightly as you smiled down at your sweet, brave boy.