#x regressed!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.

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.

“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.