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cyrusthedragon · 11 months

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Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

#ghost #ghost cod #ghost mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x female reader #simon riley is a babygirl #ghost x f!reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley x f!reader

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agere-fandom · 3 months

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regressor!john marston!!

note; JDSFIABDKJSBDASB- I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF WITH MORE HEADCANONS FOR MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF MEDIA RIGHT NOW (and theres far more coming) Omg, I love John so much, like he's so goofy oml- /lh anyways, himb!! sweet boy- has done no wrong at all- totally did not die nooooo- he lives with his wife and child in happy times guys, trust me- /lh

headcanons; (cw; diapers and nursing (SFW)!!)

John is a infant/newborn regressor and his age range is 0 - 3 (it's also a chance he may regress way older to tween/teen ages, around 8 - 12)

He's mostly a massive grump, but not the tantrum type. Though he gives a lot of sass, even as a newborn (he was born with the sass tbh /j). It's mostly if he's with anyone else that isn't Abigail (or Arthur) and will make his (babbles) voice known about what he dislikes, like his usual big self

He's considered the youngest and oldest regressor. Both for being a newborn and a teen LAMO. He's mostly caught being very small, since that's what he (secretly) loves. But it's not as much as seeing him as a teen either, both very equal. He's never said it out loud, but he loves being a newborn, being curled up and safe with no worries? Hell yeah!

Speaking of being a newborn, as any infant would, John nurses. From Abigail, of course. It's his favorite time when being small, really, and it's what makes him want to regress more smaller. Being in a rocking chair and being nursed is such a delight. The thing is, is how HUNGRY John can get, but Abigail's to blame here. She's always wanting her baby full, so she gets him full, even going so far as to getting fat rolls onto John. But she loves it.

⬇️ Also, diapers! If anyone's having them on, it's John. He doesn't mind them, he just hates wearing a dirty one for long periods of time. Luckly, Momma's got his back. But she's veryyyy teasing about it too him, like "are you giving your momma another reason to clean you, mister?" or "john marson, are you getting yourself messy on purpose?" or something like that. He usually doesn't know when he goes, he just does. And it's usually while he's nursing. But he wants to be warm all over

Arthur to John is what he's always been, a big brother. For their relationship, it doesn't really change when John's small. And Arthur's always the number one babysitter for little Johnny. But he LOVES teasing, and teasing John especially. Light teasing and mocking to get John fussy is enough, or even a reaction, which he always gives. Even so, Arthur still loves his baby brother... in his own ways (John hates him, lovingly)

Dutch and Hosea are still what they were to him while he was growing up with them around. Father figure's, of course. John personally goes more towards Dutch when caretaking, but that doesn't mean he loves Hosea too. But (for me) he spent more time around Dutch growing up, so being around him brings John those fuzzy feelings again

While being small, I do think that this is the time that John really gets to bond with Jack. Even though the boy doesn't know what's going on or what this whole, regression thing is, he just shrugs it off and lets his uncles and aunts be. John is able to be more open with Jack and they get to talk about all the books Jack likes. Also, bedtime stories with Momma! She loves reading to her boys and will do so anytime they ask <3

He usually hates sleeping by himself, even though he has a whole nursery too himself. He's gotta sleep with Momma. Which she doesn't mind, but she's been trying to get him to sleep through the night in his own crib. But he still, mostly, sleeps next to her. And he even has his own bedside cribs for himself!

⬇️ (Headcanon moment!!) Hosea had done a bit of carpentry in the past, but never pursued in it properly. Later on, he decided to give it another try, and so, the first thing he made was that bedside crib for John, as well as a few toys and baby furniture here and there, and you better believe John was tearing up at the sight of it.

An example of Arthur's teasing to John is of whenever he lets himself wear anything pink or has pigtails for his hair. So, Arthur goes around and calls him 'Princess Marston' for most of that time. He doesn't care if it's in private or public, he's going to tease his baby brother. Like, "oh, please gather around for the royal entrance of princess marston!' or 'please, let the royal princess pick and choose as he pleases, he's the only royal here'

#agere fandom #agere headcanons #fandom agere #fandom headcanons #cw dips #red dead redemption agere #rdr2 agere #john marston #the grumpy boy!!#i love him so so much #hes so #njdsfsobkjf #and hes so younger brother material LAMO #anyways he!!#also most of the hcs come from me and my moot talkin randomly abt john LAMO #thats where the 'princess marston' and newborn stuff came from LOLLL

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jacksdinonuggets · 5 months

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Save Me From The Dark

Summary: Amity is kidnapped by two crooks who take her for ransom and blackmail. Lilith comes to save her baby and helps comfort her when she regresses.

Please, do NOT associate this with bdsm. Its just whump mixed with cute regression stuff.

DNI: anyone who sexualizes diapers, age regression, and kids

Amity was walking out of hexside as classes just ended. She was excited as she would have her lessons with Lilith later. However, there seemed to be coven guards in front of the school. She tried to walk past them but they stepped into her path.

“You're Lilith Clawthorne's apprentice, right?” One of the guard's asked her.

“Y-yeah, is there something wrong?” Amity asked, fidgeting with her fingers. She was a bit nervous around the guards when Lilith wasn't around. It made her feel vulnerable.

“The Emperor has requested to see you, follow us,” The guard replied.

Amity wasn't sure she should. Wouldn't Lilith bring her to see the Emperor if he requested for her? But then again, she's probably busy and just sent the guards. But why would the Emperor want to see her? That was strange.

“Why does he want to see me?” she asked.

“He didn't exactly tell us, but I heard there was a very important position open that needs to be filled and he's asking for teen prodigies to perhaps fill it,” The guard explained. This piqued Amity's interest. Maybe if she was important within the castle, her mother would finally be proud of her!

“Uh, Alright,” Amity followed the two.

The guards had led her to the woods, claiming there was a shortcut. This made her a bit skeptical but focused on how amazed her mother would be if she got this position. Soon, they led her to a clearing with a big, prison carriage. She was confused for a moment and was about to ask what was going on, until one of the “guards” undid their illusion, revealing their criminal looks. She was about to scream for help, now that she realized she was set up, when the other guard came up from behind her and shoved a gag to her mouth and pulled back. Muffled cries came from Amity before she was knocked out and put into a carriage.

When Amity awoke again, she found herself in a prison cell in what seemed to be a cave or badly unfinished basement. She rubbed her eyes but found handcuffs attached to her wrists. She looked more and found one ankle was cuffed and chained to the wall. She tried to move but found herself to be extremely sore. Her wrists were covered in bruises, Likely from being dragged by the handcuffs.

She looked around more to get a gist of her surroundings. There was a small bucket in the corner of the cell which made her cringe. But it was the only thing there. Beyond the bars was a small hallway room. Her heart beat fast as she realized what was going on.

She was kidnapped. The thought of that made her extremely distressed. She looked around again, trying to find Lilith, but she wasn't there. She more scared she got, the more anxiety bubbled up in her stomach and chest. Nausea overcame her and she threw up onto the cell floor. It didn't help and she was now crying. She was all alone in a dark cell without Lilith or any safety.

…

Lilith was in her cottage, tidying up the place. Amity's “room”, for the weekends she stayed over at, was very messy from the last time they were there. All of her little stuff was spilled onto the floor and the bed was unmade.

But as Lilith was cleaning the room, a crow came flying in from the window. She wasn't expecting a call but picked it up anyways.

“Lilith Clawthorne speaking,” she answered.

“We have your apprentice,” The voice on the other side of the line spoke in their ominous voice.

Lilith almost dropped the crow. She softly audibly gasped. Her heart felt like it dropped to her stomach.

“You have 48 hours to step-down as coven leader, and bring 250,000 snails to the cave 674 feet west from hexside, or your apprentice gets it. We have chains, bats, knives, needles, you name it, we probably have it, ” the guy on the line mercilessly says.

Lilith then comes to her senses and realizes it might just be another scam.

“How do I know you really have her?” She retorted.

The man audibly groaned and went somewhere with the crow. There was a couple of shuffling and a door could be heard being slammed open and sounds of wails took up the room. Lilith heard the man stomp down a staircase with heavy footsteps and the crying seemed to get worse.

“Tell your mentor how you're doing,” the man demanded as he held the crow to the cell.

“L-l-Lilith? M-mama? I'm scared, I wanna go home,” Amity croaked from the sobs. Now Lilith knew this was real. The poor kid was probably experiencing so much and likely was having traumatic triggers from the loud noises the kidnappers were making.

“Weird ass kid…” the guy muttered under his breath. He then hung up the call before Lilith could even say anything else.

Lilith stood in shock for a moment, letting a tear run down her face. After getting herself together, she called for her palisman and alerted her squad about what happened. She made a plan to get her apprentice back and arrest the two who kidnapped her.

She made her way to Hexside and tried her best to follow the instructions the people gave her. She counted her steps and found the cave. After alerting the squad where the area was and telling them to wait outside, she went in.

The cave turned into a long hallway after a moment of walking. It started to look like a small dungeon rather than a cave. She gulped, clutching her staff. She had to be strong and find her apprentice. She went down another hallway, seeing what seemed to be a meeting room area. It wasn’t a nice looking room and was all made of stone and looked unsanitary. She didn’t stay in thought long as she heard footsteps coming towards the room. She hid to the side of the door, ready to strike down the people who took her dau- apprentice.

As the two walked into the room, Lilith pounced onto them, smacking them her staff and casting a sleep spell onto them. They had not seen it coming and weren't on guard. They collapsed to the floor. Lilith put handcuffs onto them before calling her squad back to take care of them.

The criminals were very much not the best. They weren't at all “super villain” like, so it was easy to apprehend them.

Once that was done, she began to search for Amity. they were fully unconscious, Lilith booked it to find where amity was. She knew that during the call, the man was walking down steps, so she looked in every room to find steps. Eventually, a door she found look like it led to a basement area. There was crying noises and Lilith immediately knew where she was. She hurried down the stairs and ran down the hallway, where she found to her left, a cell with a small, curled up girl in it, crying.

“Amity, sweetie, I’m here, everything’s okay,” Lilith promised her from behind the bars separating them.

“M-mamy?” Amity whimpered, looking up. After seeing her caregiver, she cried and tried to reach out to her but was stuck from the chains.

“I’m scared!” She cried out. As she wailed and bawled, Lilith broke down the bars. She stepped around the puddle of vomit before hugging her little one.

“It's okay, now, you’re alright, I’m here, everything is going to be okay,” she tucked Amity’s head into her shoulder blade and held her tight.

Amity was crying her eyes out into Lilith’s chest, shoulder area. Processing what had just happened was really hard for her. Not only was she terrified, but she had also slipped.

“Lets get out of here, sweet flea. I’ll clean you up, change you into a nice onesie, and then we can cuddle with your stuffies, okay?” Lilith proposed. Amity stared up at her with longing, childlike, eyes. After using advanced magic to undo the cuffs on her wrists and leg, she used all her might to lift the girl up. Lilith wasn’t very strong and could barely lift up 70 pounds and Amity was at least 100.

Lilith comforted Amity and hugged tightly to her shoulder blade area as they walked out of the dungeon, passing the coven guards taking the kidnappers into a prison cart. She held her in her lap while she flew to her cottage. She really needed to get a staff-seat for Amity, with how often the girl regressed.

She carried Amity up to the bathroom once they got there. As she ran the bath, she helped Amity get out of her dirty clothes. It was a bit awkward but only for Lilith, as Amity was very deep in her small headspace and didn’t really get embarrassed.

Lilith cleaned her up and scrubbed soft baby soap onto her while she played with the bath toys. Finally, after about 15 minutes, Lilith dried Amity off and helped her get changed. For now, the girl was in a t-shirt and pajama pants so Lilith could heal the bruises. She brought her into her room so they could do it. It scared her when she had to heal her wounds but soon, she felt brave enough to get the healing done.

“Good job, Amity! You were such a brave girl, today, I believe you deserve-” Lilith held her hands out in front of her and reached one hand behind her ear, and pulled out- “A sticker!”

Amity giggled and clapped happily at the magic trick as Lilith put the sticker on her shirt. The green haired girl hugged her and grabbed onto her arms with her smol baby hands (amity has canonically smol baby hands).

Lilith grabbed the purple pacifier and put it into Amity’s mouth. She rocked her back and forth and played with hair. Amity yawned cutely and soon fell asleep on her lap. When she was sure Amity wouldn’t wake up, she tucked her into bed and kissed her goodnight.

The next few hours went by pretty smoothly. Lilith knew Amity would most likely be small when she woke up so she baby-proofed the house a bit. Once everything was pretty safe, she decided to check up on the sleeping girl to make sure everything was okay. She knew she worried too much but could you blame her? Her little was just taken by two assholes.

However, when Lilith got up to Amity’s bedroom, she noticed shuffling noises coming from it. She pushed the door open and saw Amity, thrashing in her sleep, whimpering and crying. Her breathing was rapid and uneven. Lilith was about to wake her up when Amity shot up and wailed, now fully awake. Unfortunately, the nightmare had really spooked her because right when woke up screaming, she had an accident. She didn’t even notice at first, it just happened.

Her nightmare was a horrible one. She was trapped in that cell again, but this time, her parents were there. They were forbidding her from seeing Lilith and yelled angrily at her.She then found herself being dragged by the two men by a chain and thrown into a pitch black, small closet. She was horrified by small, dark places. She banged on the door, begging to be let out. She screamed and cried all she could before Lilith woke her up.

“Sh, shh, it’s okay, Mittens, you’re okay!” Lilith tried to calm her down. She hugged her tightly and rocked her back and forth as she bawled her eyes out.

“It was just a dream, I’m here, don’t worry, I’m here,” She assured Amity as she petted her head and cuddled her.

Amity began to calm down from her nightmare after a little bit. However, now that she was calm, she noticed that her bed sheets were wet and her private area was uncomfortably sodden. It was absolutely mortifying and messed with her sensory issues.

“I’m sowry, I’m sowry, I’m sowry,” Blubbered Amity over and over as she buried her head in fear into Lilith’s chest. She didn’t mean for it to happen.

“It’s alright, dear, I’m not mad. Most toddlers have night-time accidents, it's nothing to be ashamed of,” consoled Lilith. Even though she was a tad bit annoyed that she might need to deep clean the mattress, she made sure her annoyance wasn’t shown. If it was, it would make Amity feel really bad and she already knew how bad she felt.

“Why don’t we get you changed? I bought protection just in case since you tend to regress really tiny,” she proposed. Amity nodded, wanting to get out of her itchy clothing.

Lilith picked up and carried her to the bathroom where she had the stuff. She set her down on the bathroom floor and was about to go back to the room to grab her a new onesie, when Amity pouted and whimpered.

“I don’ wan you to leave!” She sniffled. Being away from Lilith during the incident made her never want to leave her mentor’s side. What if she was taken again?!

“I know but Mama can’t hold you while getting your onesie,” Lilith tried to soothe her. Amity was still upset but let Lilith go. She was still counting how long it was taking and she was getting worried, even though Lilith was only gone for 10 seconds.

Lilith came in a couple seconds later with her footy cat onesie. Once Amity realized she came back, she crawled to her and hugged her leg tightly.

“Hey, its okay, sweetie, Mommy’s here,” Lilith ruffled her hair lightly as she hugged her leg tighter.

“Can I help you get changed? You can’t sit in dirty clothes much longer or you could get a rash,” Lilith counseled. Amity nodded and went to lie down on the floor. When she was finished and secured the padding on her waist, she helped her step into her footie pajamas since it was too cold out for her to be in just a diaper and shirt. Amity rubbed her eyes, still being very tired.

Then she walked into the bedroom, with Amity sitting on the floor, Lilith stripped the bedding off and threw them into the hamper before carrying the small, sleepy girl into her bedroom.

She tucked her in and was about to leave, when she felt a tug on her wrist.

“Don’t ‘eave me,” Amity pouted from behind her pacifier. Lilith sighed. Amity really needed a nap and Lilith needed to get some work done and start on dinner. But if she needed to be there for her little, then she’ll be there.

“Okay, little one,” Lilith sat next to her one the bed and played with her hair. She massaged her scalp and snuggled with her until she could hear the soft, small snores. She hoped that no nightmares would plague her mind again. She knew what it was like to have nightmares so bad that they cause accidents. She used to have a lot when she was younger and even some now. Hopefully though, Amity can recover and be little as long as she needs without any scares or being distressed.

#sfw agere #age regression #toh agere #the owl house age regression #agere fanfic #agere writing #sfw diaper wearing #sfw littlespace #little amity #cg lilith #toh age regression #the owl house agere #the owl house fanfiction #whump writing

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Title: A Bad Day Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, DDlb, Diapers, Wetting, Crying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Peter has a bad day. Notes: for @ageplay-may and the Sugar prompt for day 3: "a bad day" AO3 Link

Peter woke up with a wet pull-up, that was how it all started. Daddy had said that if he went one whole month without waking up wet, then he could go to bed in his big boy undies. It was day 23. He had been so close and Peter wanted to cry at how unfair it was!

When Daddy came in, it only took one look at Peter’s tear filled eyes for him to know what had happened.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay.” Tony came over and unlatched the side of his baby’s crib and helped Peter to climb out. “We’ll get you all cleaned up.”

Since he had just taken a bath the night before, Daddy let him get in the shower and helped him to just wash off his peepee and his thighs. After, he was dried off and dressed in some shorts overalls and a Star Wars shirt, and then it was time for breakfast.

Peter loved breakfast! Daddy always bought him Lucky Charms - his favoritist cereal. A bowl was set down in front of him once Peter had sat down at the table and he dug in, milk dribbling down his chin that he wiped away with the back of his hand. Daddy chuckled and came over with a paper towel.

“So messy,” He teased, wiping Peter’s chin.

Giggling, Peter went back to his cereal, but the bowl was suddenly tipping, spilling milk and cereal all over the table, it running towards him. Daddy quickly pulled his chair back to avoid any of the milk getting on Peter, and then went to pick up the bowl. He didn’t understand what had happened, had his spoon hit it?

Tears began to well up in Peter’s eyes. “‘M sorry, Daddy!”

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Daddy assured. “Accidents happen.”

Daddy was kneeling on the ground, wiping up all the spilled milk that had dripped into the floor. Peter just sat in the chair, out of the way like Daddy always said. Peter wanted to help, but he usually just ended up making the mess messier. Once it all was all cleaned up, including the table, Peter got up to push his chair back over to the table and then pouted at Daddy.

“Can i have some more cereal? Please?”

“Sorry, bud, we’re all out, that was the last of it.” Daddy said gently. “How about I make you a fried egg and bologna sandwich?”

Peter nodded dejectedly. He liked fried egg and bologna sandwiches, but it wasn’t his Lucky Charms.

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By the afternoon, Peter had had enough of this day. After breakfast, he had lab time with Daddy where he burned is finger. Then, during lunch, Peter accidentally bit his cheek while chewing. During coloring time, his favorite green crayon broke, and then the pink one did, too.

It was nap time, now, and Peter had to be put into a pull-up. He hated that, even though Daddy said that wasn’t a nice thing to say. But it was true! Peter stomped into his room, Daddy calling after him.

“Hey, no heavy feet, mister!” A second later Daddy appeared in the doorway of his room. “You know better than that.”

Peter did know better than that, he knew stomping around wasn’t going to make him feel better; he and Daddy talked about that sometimes when Peter was upset. He had done something Daddy said he shouldn’t do and he was thinking mean thoughts and nothing was going right today! Before he knew it, Peter burst into tears, head thrown back as he wailed.

“Oh, honey, hey!” Daddy rushed forward, cooing. “It’s okay, Daddy’s not mad, I just don’t want you to stomp around, okay?”

“D-daddy! I can’t wear my big boy undies and the crayons and the milk and my finger and my cheek, Daddy! And it was the green and pink crayons and…” Peter cried harder, bringing his hands up to rub his fists over his eyes.

“You’re having a bad day, huh, bud?” Daddy coaxed Peter over to the corner where the rocking chair was.

Peter climbed into Daddy’s lap the second he was sat down. He tucked his face into Daddy’s shoulder, his own shaking with his hitched breath as he continued to cry.

“Shh, honey, it’s okay.” Daddy rubbed his back. “It’s been a bad day, and you’re tired, I know. But everything is going to be okay.”

They rocked for awhile, Peter’s tears slowly drying up as he began to drift off to sleep. Before he could get too far, Daddy gently helped him up and guided Peter over to his crib. Once nice and cozy inside, his favorite bear tucked under his arm, Peter was finally able to slip off into dream land, and with it all his icky moments from the day disappeared.

#agepl4y may 2023 #starker #ironspider #starker fic #starksvinyls fic #*ageplay

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pampergirlbtsbtsbtsbtsvvvv · 25 days

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#messy nappy #ab/dl blog #ab/dl diaper #soggy bottom #abdreams #teen diaper

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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I keep thinking of Sae who reflects on his past now that he's in his late 20's. Maybe you were his first and only girlfriend because he could never truly get over you.

In his youth he was cruel and uncaring. He's still pretty cold now but it's mellowed out. He remembers you begging for him to come to some of your events and he flat out denied doing it because he was tired from practice or thought it was stupid.

He remembers your favorite flowers and favorite color. He remembers how you take your coffee and how you like your bagels with blueberries on the side. He thinks back to how you light up his life with out-of-tuned humming and messy paintings.

Then he looks back at himself now in his late 20's and still thinking about his late teens - early 20's because you were in them. He realizes how even after you left he kept the painting, some of them are faded due to time but its still valuable to him. He still checks in on certain drama series to see if they have a new season because he remembers you sitting on the couch urging him to watch it with you. How you would look so peaceful on the couch watching something he thought was utterly ridiculous at that time. Now he can see the charm to the show.

His curtains are still dark blue with cute patterns on it instead of pure black because you chose those curtains together. Though he still thinks black curtains are more efficient in keeping the sunlight out, he keeps the dark blue ones instead because they are one of the few pieces of you that remain.

He looks at your soical media and feels a aching kind of relief. He knows you've moved on, he can see it. Your smile reaches your eyes again and you look healthier than ever before. He's relieved that life is treating you well. But at the same time it hurts. To see how you've forgotten him so easily while he lays awake at night thinking of you. He see you post abouting going to the café you had your first date with him in, and instead of him there's another man. It hurts to see you smile so bright and know that he lost his chance.

He feels bad and knows it wrong to be hurt, but emotions sadly aren't that logical.

Finally when fate connects you two again he's hurt by the ring on your finger and the diapers in your shopping cart. But he's so glad you weren't agonizing over the past and possible what ifs like he was. So he returns your polite smile and finally starts looking forward again.

-🍀

Clover! See this is one of the reasons i say that Sae is one of the worst people to go in a relationship for- until he reaches his mid twenties and he knows that he was in the wrong.

Not beta read -

"Would you come to see me on stage, Sae?" you asked, handing a pamphlet to your play. "Mhm hm. I'll see." is all he says. such had been the routine over the weeks. 'Sae, do you want to help me go over my lines?' "Don't have the time for it." It was time before you had stopped asking him and he had gone about his life, football starting take priority again, until he had eventually stopped thinking about you. It didn't hurt him when you had stopped asking him to come to your performances, it didn't hurt him when you were cold to him neither did it hurt to hear that things weren't working anymore between the two of you when you had closed the door behind you, the space that you shared with him only having his things.

Sae was numb while you were there with him, only to have the after effect of the pain return when you were gone. It first started with the nightmares of not having you, then came the formalities; an aspiring actress posing with one of the best football players the world had to offer, the cameras not knowing that they were something more than that to each other as the flash went off. Sae still keeps memories of you, like the chipped mug in the corner of the room or the flounder plush you had bought for him as gag gift or the scented candles that he would buy subconsciously only to sneer down at it when he returned home. Was he missing you? He was in denial at first, the second being that of regret - wondering what he could have done to change the outcome or done to make you stay, the third being that of acceptance as he saw your engagement to his teammate.

You were probably the first serious love Sae ever had, and the only one that slipped through his fingers be cause he let you go.

[Istg- the angst is so immaculate. And you gave spoilers away for true north- you guys are really out here predicting me. >.<]

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : 🍀 anon #belle.🥛

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- Emma Camp -

for @simanora 's bachelorette challenge!! 😁

About Emma...

✉ YA ✉ Master Actress ✉ Creative, Outgoing, Slob ✉ Likes: Acting & Media Production ✉ Dislikes: Dancing (has no sense of rhythm. gets embarrassed 😅) ✉ Emma's been in the spotlight since she was in diapers. Literally. Her first photoshoot was for a toddler clothing line and after that she was in front of cameras more often than not.

One gig led to another and soon Emma was one of Del Sol's little darlings, staring in the sim equivalent of Disney Channel shows throughout her teen years before moving on to more grown up roles as she got older. But her resume doesn't stop there. Modeling, vlogging, she's done it all!

Emma is fun to be around. She's creative and outgoing, her boisterous energy overflowing whatever room she's in. If you're looking for a good time she's the person to go to (as long as you don't mind appearing in a future vlog...). Some would call her messy, Emma prefers "unorganized."

Unfortunately she's hit her "childhood star identity crisis" phase, caught between who she's been and who she's becoming. Should she stay in front of the camera or go behind? Maybe she doesn't want to be near the spotlight at all... She's not sure yet, but she's looking for someone to add a little calm to her stormy life, and maybe make the time away from sets less lonely.

[photos are from a recent magazine shoot, might edit some of them to look like a magazine cover later 😉😉]

#I had TOO much fun making her #now i have edits to make and all kinds of stuff 😆😆😆#emma camp #cyrillatoearth #ts4 bachelorette challenge #ts4 bc #original sims #sims 4 #ts4

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pampergirlbtsbtsbtsbtsvvvv · 4 months

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Pamper pic?

#messy nappy #teen diaper #abdreams #messing accident #ab/dl lifestyle #diaperwomen #piss baby #soggy bottom #poop diaper

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simpforboys · 3 years

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family shenanigans

she/her pronouns

summary: in which y/n’s family has a fun day out :))

warnings: dad!vinnie, fluff, mentions of sexual themes/acts

if the child’s name so happens to be your name just change it <3

I JUST GOT INTENSE BABY FEVER RANDOMLY??? LIKE HELLO??

y/n stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and something covering her hair from dripping along her skin.

the clock in the corner read 9:34am as y/n slipped on her mom jeans and black crop top.

hanging up her towel, she opened up the door to see vinnie still asleep with lilah curled against his chest.

y/n grinned at the sight. vinnie has been her boyfriend for three years now; the pair got together their junior year of high school.

lilah just turned eight months and while it was exhausting being teen parents, it was also rewarding greatly to y/n that she and vinnie were able to support themselves and a child.

y/n took her phone out and snapped a picture. as vinnie began to stir in his sleep, lilah did the same.

like father like daughter…

lilah opened her (e/c) eyes, her long lashes moving up and down.

vinnie rubbed his eyes as he adjusted to the sunlight that dared to peak through the curtains. “what time is it?” he rasped out.

y/n unplugged her phone from the charger. “9:40” she said.

vinnie rubbed the backside of her leg as she stood over him, reaching for lilah.

“good morning, sweet girl,” y/n awed. lilah pushed her face into y/n’s shoulder.

“good morning, baby,” y/n leaned down to press a kiss to vinnie’s lips.

“my wonderful girls,” vinnie grinned, watching y/n from above him.

y/n ran a finger through his messy blond locks. “you should get up and ready, we need to run some errands before we have lunch with the hype house.”

y/n and vinnie began renting their own apartment just outside of LA when y/n got pregnant. while they wanted to stay because of their careers and friends, they knew raising a child in the middle of LA would not be the safest.

“are you cool with feeding her while i shower real quick?” vinnie asked, now sitting up as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.

“yeah,” y/n nodded.

lilah was babbling in y/n’s arms when vinnie stood up, planting kisses on both his girl’s foreheads.

“mhm, love you,” vinnie hummed.

“love you too,” y/n called out.

she took lilah into the small kitchen, placing the child into the high chair. “okay, let’s see. what do you want for breakfast, hm?”

y/n heard the shower go off as she began smashing some bananas and strawberries.

minutes later y/n wiped away the food from lilah’s chin as vinnie came walking out with wet hair, a towel on his waist.

“babe, do you know where my boxers are?” he asked.

“uh, i think there’s some in the dryer. god damn, you’re making me ready for baby two,” y/n joked.

vinnie tried to hide his blushing face as he skidded back to their shared bedroom.

y/n went into lilah’s small bedroom and pulled out an outfit for the toddler. vinnie came into the room, now fully dressed and smelling of cologne.

“want me to wash her off?” vinnie asked as lilah grabbed onto vinnie’s leg.

“please. then get her dressed, if you can. i’m gonna pack some of our stuff.”

twenty minutes later vinnie came out with lilah in his arms, a happy grin on both their faces as he tickled her. y/n smiled widely, her heart melting as she picked up the diaper bag.

“okay. we need to go to the trader joes, target, then go to the hype house for lunch.”

vinnie nodded along to what y/n was saying. “ready?” he asked.

“mhm.”

“vinnie, we don’t need that-“ y/n approached her boyfriend as he put baby clothes into the basket.

“yes we do! look- she’ll look adorable!” vinnie argued. y/n stared at vinnie, him staring her dead in the eyes firmly before she gave in.

“fine! i can’t resist you right now.” y/n laughed, referring to vinnie holding lilah in a baby carrier (that he insisted on having) strapped to his body.

the baby babbled as she sucked on her finger, vinnie a proud dad as he grinned.

“dilf?” he asked with a smirk.

“definitely,” y/n laughed.

after more shopping, vinnie finally drove into the drive way of the hype house. y/n grabbed lilah as vinnie grabbed the diaper bag and they rang the doorbell.

“my baby!” kouvr opened the door, taking lilah from y/n.

“hey!” everyone said as the couple walked into the living room.

vinnie placed his hand on y/n’s back as they followed and sat down. “our favorite child!” thomas smiled, finally taking lilah from alex and kouvr.

jett and vinnie did their bro handshake, getting distracted when jack walked over and jett began expressing to vinnie about the cars they were working on.

“how’s lilah? is she sleeping better?” mia asked, playing with the baby in thomas’ hands.

“yes, thank god. she barely wakes up anymore,” y/n responded. she watched vinnie leave towards the front door with jett and jack.

“men and their cars,” y/n joked.

the group created small talk while they waited for the pizza and chicken wings to arrive. twenty minutes later, the three boys came back in raving about the new motor jett put in.

alex and thomas went to get the pizza from the front door as everyone settled into the kitchen. “you okay?” vinnie asked y/n.

y/n nodded. “can you go get food for lilah while i make us plates?” she asked.

vinnie agreed, kissing y/n on the head before walking over to the diaper bag and grabbing baby food.

“i wanna feed lilah!” kouvr exclaimed, taking the baby food from vinnie.

when y/n was pregnant, alex and kouvr insisted on buying a high chair for the house so whenever they were over lilah got proper care.

y/n let herself fall into a conversation with everyone. vinnie rubbed circles on her thigh comfortingly, enjoying being in the presence of everyone again.

later that night, y/n and vinnie wandered into their apartment and got lilah ready for bed before putting her in the crib.

vinnie and y/n hopped in the shower together, “saving water” (as vinnie calls it).

y/n sighed as she finally slipped under the warm covers. vinnie checked the baby monitor, his hair dripping wet as he stood in boxers by the dresser.

“she’s still asleep,” vinnie told her. he laid down next to y/n, feeling her cuddle into him.

“i love our little family,” y/n whispered. her eyelids were desperately trying to close.

vinnie pressed a kiss to her nose. “i love you.”

“i love you.”

#vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie x reader #vinnie #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you #hype house #dad!vinnie

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cobrakaisb · 2 years

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baby, meet my parents

summary: thomas is making his nhl debut; you’re making your debut as his girlfriend

warnings: mentions of a teen pregnancy

word count: 1.25k

part five of the team baby series! read part one, part two, part three and part four

“are you sure it’s okay if we come to dinner with your family? i can just meet you at the rink,” you asked for the third time. currently, you were in minnesota, where thomas would be making his nhl debut. the blonde rolled his eyes, giving you an annoyed look. “how many times do i have to tell you, you’re my girlfriend, thus a part of my family, so yes, i want you and charlotte to come to dinner tonight,” thomas said. you swallowed, nodding your head. “right. right, i just…” you trailed off. thomas sighed, walking to stand next to you.

“relax babe, everything is going to be fine,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “they’re going to love you,” he continued, reading your mind. “i just worry,” you replied, turning to look at charlotte, who was sitting on the bed, eyes transfixed on the red muppet on the screen. “there’s nothing to worry about, they’ll love you, both of you,” thomas said, hands rubbing up and down your arms in a soothing motion.

part of you knew that thomas’s parents weren’t going to ostracize you. you and thomas had been friends long before you started dating, and before you were pregnant with charlotte. you were fairly certain that they knew about your circumstances as a mother. it was one thing for thomas to have a teen mom as a friend, but it was a completely different thing for him to be dating one. you wanted to believe that his parents wouldn’t judge you, but it was hard to block out the negative thoughts, especially since most people always had something negative to say.

“once you’re done getting ready we can leave,” thomas said, pulling you out of your thoughts. he was still standing in front of you, messy hair and all. he looked really good in his all black suit, and you begin to wonder if your black dress was too matchy-matchy. “yeah let me just put on some gloss,” you answered, leaving his firm grip to access the mirror. he kissed you cheek, mumbling something about getting charlotte organized while you finished up. when you exited the bathroom, you were met with thomas holding charlotte in his arms, diaper bag thrown over his shoulder as he made faces at her.

you smiled softly at the sight, snapping a quick picture. “ready?” you asked, slipping your phone in the small purse you were bringing with you. “you look stunning, as always,” thomas complimented, walking up to you. “thank you,” you said shyly. “you look very handsome too,” you answered, fixing his slightly crooked tye, which was charlotte’s doing no doubt. he smiled, one full of confidence and cockiness, “thanks babe.” “alright let’s go. we can’t be late,” you replied, taking your daughter into your arms, who let out a slight whine of displeasure as you did so.

the restaurant wasn’t too crowded when the three of you arrived. thomas spoke to the hostess, who led him to a secluded table in the back. his parents were already seated at the table. seeing them in person caused all of your subsided nerves to resurface.

“here they are,” mrs.bordeleau said, as the three of you approached the table. “did you think we weren’t going to show up?” thomas asked in a teasing voice. his mother scoffed, standing up to give him a hug. the two conversed a bit before thomas greeted his dad in a similar manner. “mom, dad, this is my girlfriend y/n, and her daughter, charlotte rose,” thomas introduced, his arm coming to wrap around your waist. “hi mr. and mrs.bordeleau, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” you said politely. “it’s nice to meet you too y/n,” mr.bordeleau said, smiling at you. mrs.bordeleau on the other hand had yet to say anything. “well let’s sit,” thomas said, pulling your chair out for you. “thank you,” you whispered, as he placed a kiss on your temple before taking the seat next to you.

for the most part, dinner went by smoothly. you talked with thomas’s parents, who didn’t seem to have a problem with you. they were polite and asked you all the typical questions associated with meeting for the first time, but the dinner was still awkward. around half way through the meal, charlotte started to get fussy.

“what’s wrong char? you hungry?” you asked, and charlotte gently shook her head no. “she probably needs the tooth ring,” thomas said. “i know,” you answered, rummaging through the diaper bag for the purple teething ring that she liked so much. “oh is she teething?” thomas’s mother asked. “yeah. she just started a couple of weeks ago, but we’re still waiting for her first one to come in,” you answered, handing charlotte the purple ring. her eyes lit up when she saw the toy, immediately putting it in her mouth to chew.

thomas’s mother focused on charlotte as she watched your daughter chew on the purple ring. you watched anxiously, worried that she was going to say something about how her son shouldn’t be dealing with all this extra baggage, your baggage. the question that came out of your mouth, however, left you flabbergasted.

“do you want me to hold her for you?” she asked you. you sat silently for a minute, in fact the whole table was quiet as they waited for your answer. “you can if you want to, but you don’t have to,” you answered nervously. “i want to,” she said, holding her arms out for charlotte. you nodded, passing charlotte to her from across the table. you watched with bated breath as charlotte eyes thomas’s mother. sitting anxiously on the edge of your seat, you relaxed when charlotte giggled as mrs.bordeleau tickled her tummy.

for the rest of the night, charlotte and mrs.bordeleau were attached to each other. both of them had huge smiles on their faces, causing the tension in your shoulders to dissipate. “you know she’s gonna want to see charlotte all the time now, right?” thomas whispered. “what?” you asked, barely registering what he said as you focused on your daughter interacting with his parents. “my mother, she’s obsessed. charlotte has them both wrapped around her finger already,” he whispered. “yeah. you must take after them,” you teased, and thomas rolled his eyes, his arm coming to rest around your shoulders.

the night came to an end. all of you leaving the restaurant to now head to the arena to watch thomas play. thomas’s mother was still holding onto charlotte, talking softly to her as if your daughter could reply. “okay well we need to go. i’ll see you after the game, but y/n will sit with you guys in the stands,” thomas announced, subtly signaling for his mother to hand charlotte back over to you.

“okay yeah. hold charlotte while i give y/n my number,” she said, handing your baby to thomas and turning her attention to you. “if you need anything, anything at all, you call me. whether it’s advice, or you have questions, or you just need someone to talk to, i’m here. plus i expect you to send us lots and lots of pictures,” mrs.bordeleau said, handing you a small piece of paper with her number written on it. you nodded, taking the paper from her hands. “thank you so much mrs.bordeleau i really appreciate it,” you replied. “please, call me chantal,” she said, pulling you into a tight hug.

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau blurb #umich hockey #umich hockey imagines #team baby #cobrakaisb writing

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rainymoodlet · 2 years

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blue monroe for @buglaur's calloway bachelor challenge!

yeah, i... started making him the minute i saw you even intimate that you were going to do a bc. 😳

Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Slob, Loner

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Blue Skies Monroe (that is his full, legal name) was raised by a teen mother who had absolutely no business having a child, but did the best job she could. He was raised barefoot and messy in Del Sol Valley's outer skirts, in a communal apartment building where everyone looked out for everyone. As he grew older, the crowded city was just too much, the hustle and bustle of the place he had lived all his life was noisy and suffocating — so, naturally, he dropped out of high school with nothing but his guitar and a backpack, kissed his mother on the cheek, and left to explore the world.

More facts about Blue below the cut! 🌲

I like to imagine that Blue didn't even know there was anything filming in Granite Falls: he'd been there for a couple of weeks, living off the land and bush-crafting his own little existence in the woods. He smelled food at campsite, and after stumbling upon so many different camping families and scout trips, he didn’t think this one would be any different…

Cathal, though, made him hang around the campsite in his own quiet way. When it was explained what was going on, he was down to clown: hey, why not? You’re guys (poignant stare at Cathal) are pretty cute… this means I get fed, too, right?

He plays acoustic guitar, and aspires to be the next Stan Rogers.

Though he is a loner, he's not a typical one. He's quiet, doesn't like crowded spaces, but isn't unsociable: he's just more likely to sit back and enjoy a massive storytelling session around a campfire than jump in himself. A people-watcher to boot.

He's dyed his hair since he was thirteen, and hasn't stopped since.

The first thing this man did in-game was start roasting marshmallows in the middle of a heavy rainstorm, so...

Is so laid-back, it's almost a problem. If he had an apartment, the water and electricity would absolutely get shut off and sit that way for a couple days before he got about paying the bills.

He was raised by, like, twelve different people. He was the naked-but-for-a-diaper toddler that was spotted in anybody's apartment at any given time.

He collects postcards in every world he visits and sends them back to his mother, who loves him dearly (and calls him Bluebird) but is fully of the mind that 'he needs to find his place in this cosmos'. (She's a full-blown hippie, if you couldn't guess.)

His motivation for joining the show? Hell, the world blew the brothers into his path, and if the powers that be willed him to stumble dirt-scuffed and buzzing with bugs onto the campsite, than he might as well see what life has in store for him. (He's interested in Cathal! Because omg who wouldn't be.)

He has a lot of CC in the outfit I chose to photoshoot him in, but if he's chosen I will send you a download with him dressed up in Maxis clothes and you can do with him what you will! I trust your expertise, aight. This is the song I listened to on repeat making him, and I just... idk how, but it embodies somethin' about him.

and regardless of him being chosen or not, I am so excited to see what you do with this challenge and those handsome boys! 💛

stealing soulanii's brilliant idea; here's a CAS shot!

#callowaysbc #buglaur #i WAS!!!! instantly excited #i've always wanted to make a simmie for a bc #and here was my chanceee ;o;#i love my lil bluebird #ts4 #ts4 edit #goddamn... clipping... THUMBS #bc entry #sim: blue

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mammons-wife · 2 years

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Brothers that would not have twins

Lucifer

I don’t see him having twins 🤔

He’d have two more sons aside from Satan Four years apart, they’re raised to be reserved but have their daddies temper and pride 😭 mini Lucifer’s walking around in black slacks, button up shirts, one wears a coat the other wears more of a cape.

The eldest has Luci’s hair the youngest has Satan’s hair both have red nails to match with daddy,

Satan

He’d have two sons, two years apart! And they’re both be born with black hair, they got it from their Grand Daddy 😌

Satan totally bleaches his hair, he has natural black hair but doesn’t wanna look like Lucifer so he bleaches it, is slightly upset they didn’t pull their moms hair, completely forgot he wasn’t a natural blonde so It was a MAJOR SHOCK

They play well with their uncles, very close relationship but occasionally fight and won’t talk unless forced to talk it out, they once went a century without a play date…

Grandpa Luci scares them, on a good he gives them each a single piece of hard candy, not peppermint but something like Caramel or butterscotch???

Temperamental children 😶 the house shakes when they cry in sync

Asmo

Baby can’t keep it in his pants, 3 daughter and 2 sons,

HE WILL spoil his daughters and sons!!

It’s called FASHION BABY WE NEED THESE STROLLERS

Modeling on a catwalk he has a baby strapped to his chest and MAKES IT WORK, the Devildom sees an increase in demon babies every year Asmo has a child and models with them, in the future he ends up with 8 kids,

He will not wake up at night for them, he needs rest, you’ll do it and he’ll spoil you for it

Praises you and your swollen belly 👏

Brothers that would Have twins

Beelzebub

Twins, it’s in his blood, has three sets of twins and Only one girl out of six children,

She’s a tomboy,

She tried to play fangol, daddy picked her up by the scruff and dropped her on his shoulders saying she was to small and she needed to eat more before she could even think about playing

Five big baby bois, all look like their daddy, you can only tell them apart by the necklaces they wear,

Chubby babies who are the living incarnate of 🥺 the boys run around in only diapers, they’re messy eaters and it’s easier to just hose em down after they finish, the girl 😌 she’s a cutie, wears those big frilly dresses, won’t wear shoes to save her life, wears black socks and slides around the house

Will eat out the house, thought baby years were bad? Teen years growing bois can EAT, everyday for 8 years you take them to an all you can Devildom buffet 8 years because the place went out of business

They’re all professional cooks, your daughter? Has your appetite at least 🥲 she learns to cook and ends up helping you everyday, she has a passion for baking sweets, she’s cherished by her brothers, they’re all star fangol players and no one dares approach their sister out of fair of being A. eaten or B. being thrown in the trash

Belphegore

Twins, that’s it, one set, they sleep, and manage to pop into their demon form.

One minute they’re all awake listening to daddy read the cow jumped over the moon, next Belphie is face down snoring his demon tail is up swatting occasionally, on his back are two baby bois in blue onsies, hands gripping his coat and holding each other’s balled up fists, tiny nub horns popping form their hair and small cow tails just laid out occasionally twitching

Brothers that Unexpectedly have twins

Mammon

*WHEEZE* didn’t know what to do, he held his first child all happy crying, and then he heard “Here comes the second one.” He almost died,

Being the avatar of greed, he wanted more, more kids to love and to love him. On a side note, more little minions to do his dirty work, to go eye up strangers and ask for money for candy and come running back “DADDY I GOT GRIMM!!” He refers to his cluster of kids as his minions, they call him dad/daddy/papa, but during a scam when their old enough they run up with devious little smiles “Hey Boss!”

Aside from that seeing Asmo having 8 kids??? He couldn’t let Asmo out do him! He was the Avatar of greed after all, and I don’t know why, but 13 seems like a number 🤔 definitely too much, but he loves his little minions- errr kids, his loves his sons and two daughters,

Out of ALL 13 KIDS, only two girls 😔 they take after you luckily 😌 they help you keep the family in check,

Mammon and his 11 sons walking around in matching leather jackets and sunglasses, he’s a gang leader now, the youngest set of twins are strapped to his back and chest, he bought one of those dual baby carriers,, 👏

He loves his kids and spoils them, he’s up at random hours of the night to help care for them

Always gives them grim for birthdays, only your daughter look like you, your eldest son is a mash of yours and mammons features.

Demon forms?? So many corkscrew horns, so many bat wings, their outfits all vary, your middle child looks exactly like Mammon, Carbon copy in both human and demon form, same way of speaking, acting and greed, they both fight for your affection and attention

Surprisingly the favorite cousins and always end up having someone begging to spend the night at their house or to sleepover during any family gatherings.

Levi

Has one set and calls it quits

He’s seen enough anime to KNOW, the perfect team is a duo

The Lord of Shadows and Henry, Levi and MC, Gon and Killua, …. And NOW! HIS TWIN BOIS!? They WERE BORN TO BE PROTAGONISTS!!

The eldest is very much like Levi, shy, flustered easy, the youngest is as bold as the MC who decided to lay the demon and bare its children, an unstoppable duo…

They’re mini Levi’s in demon form, kinda like possums, he’ll be gaming in demon form and they’ll jump into his tail, wrap their tails around his and he’ll left them up and they’ll just hang their swinging while he gently rocks them over a mound of pillows.

Dresses them up in iconic duo cosplay, stars then with classic and iconic started child friendly games and anime

They trust their dad with almost anything, as they got older they grew up very close with Mammon’s kids surprisingly??

Mini Levi’s blending in the multitude of Mini Mammon’s get honorary sunglasses and jackets to not ruin the “aesthetic”

Levi almost died when his children came home acting like little monster henchman with Mammons accent, turns out the shyest son loves Mobster movies and admired Uncle Mammon but loves his dad and still shows interests in his things. They compromise and watch anime about Yakuza, Gangs, they really love “The Way of the Househusband” and finds similar things they can both agree too 🥺

The eldest/shyest takes up many talents like their daddy the youngest and boldest is ridiculously smart, freaking genius, like Senku Genius, became a really successful streamer doing things form creating mechanisms for cosplays and explains the physics and science and streaming really complicated games and breaking down everything’s and just??? This demon baby can own anything thrown at them, makes daddy proud by setting world record speed runs…

Over all??

Lucifer Holds the Family gatherings and organizes everything

Mammon takes everyone home because EVERYONE LOVES HIM!! 13 Kids?? Pfft no problem, go ahead smack on the extra 12, but throw in some grim to cover some expense yeah?

Levi, everyone loves him and likes watching him until he starts to get flustered, love to play games with him and learn new hacks, everyone’s in a competition to see who can beat uncle Levi at ANY GAME

Satan, gives books as presents saying they’ll all be helpless if they don’t read a book, takes them all out occasionally with Mammons help and they all feed stray cats and help at animal shelters, it was hard alone but now! LOOK AT ALL THESE HANDS READY TO HELP!?

Asmo, he spoils his nieces and nephews with something new every time he sees them, dedicated Devilgram stories for each child 😭

Beel, Their in charge of bringing the food to the gatherings because NO ONE knows how much to to cook for them, and they’re surprisingly great cooks! Beel has even improved 😌

Belphie, he brings pillows and blankets up the wazoo, starts a movie at the end of the gathering, throws pillows and blankets everywhere and they bell end up on a sleep pile slowly crushing Uncle Belphie until Mammon calls his kids and everyone’s throwing their blankets on Uncle Belphie and building him a build of pillows to sleep so they can run off to go to Mammons house and join a gang again

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