#daddy simeon

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tuum [pt.4]

Ta-da, surprise

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"Can you say my name? Sii-mee." "Aah…hee" No, they weren't the right sounds. You tried again, moving your tongue better. You knew what you had to do, it was frustrating that your mouth wasn't cooperating. But better than not talking at all. "Mmh…meeeh…mmh…ah." "Too hard, right? Try Daddy. Daa…dee" “Gaah…aaa…ghee.” The angel laughed, finishing taping your diaper on the waist. "It's Daa…" "A-aah..Gah…gaa…." "…dee." "Aee…ghe-ee…"

Oh, how adorable you were, trying to talk and call him! Simeon leaned towards your tummy, kissing your exposed skin playfully. "Daddy's little lamb is so cute, it makes you want to eat them. Yum!" You trilled with happiness, squirming on the changing table and kicking your legs as he nibbled you. "Ga-ga!" From this position you managed to grab a lock of his hair but, instead of rising up, he pressed his face even more and blew a raspberry at you. The ticklish sensation made you laugh so hard that you let him go, waving your hands as you giggled. Once you had calmed down, the angel finished buttoning your onesie and then rested his chin on your now covered ribs. He was looking into your eyes with a smile, and a look so loving that it made you feeling butterflies in the stomach . "You're Daddy's whole world, you know that right, little lamb?" You smiled back at him, babbling behind your thumb.

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You were going to the park. You loved this time of the day, even if you would never admit it openly. Well, actually there was no need to admit it, Simmy saw your eyes light up every time he told you that you were going out for a walk. It was absolutely humiliating to be in the pram, but it was comfortable. When he laid you down on it, you immediately snuggled into the soft mat. You couldn't turn around, sure, the band held you in place on your back, but it felt good. And you even managed to enjoy the ride, looking at the landscape of the Celestial Realm with curious eyes, as long as the other angels kept their dammit hands off you. But you quickly discovered that it was enough to fuss a little, grabbing hands towards Simmy and, once in his arms, hide your face against his neck. You couldn't stop the comments about how precious and shy you were, but at least no pinches on your cheeks or tickles under your chin. Every now and then you received strokes on the back, which were acceptable. The important thing was not to meet Michael again. Once you arrived, you were taken down from the pram and placed gently on the ground. You started crawling around as usual, exploring. Every day you went to a different area, today you were near a small pond. You approached it, looking at the water, so crystal clear that you could count the pebbles on the bottom. You were a bit disappointed that there weren't any fish. And those pebbles were all shades of white and grey. You expected something more colourful. Honestly, it was a little boring. “What is it, my lamby?” Your angel knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Don't you want to play? Does it scare you?" He took one of your hands, slowly dipping it into the water. It was… it was… "Gam!" Simeon laughed. "Yes baby, the water is warm!" - how he managed to understand what you meant was a mystery. You dipped your other hand too. It felt so good, it made you want to take a bath.

As if reading your mind, Simmy kissed your head and asked, "What do you say, do we want to get these little feet wet too?" You looked at him in surprise before nodding vigorously, making him chuckle again. "Okay, come here then." He sat down in a more comfortable position on the ground and settled you better in his lap. He took off your socks and barely managed to roll your pants up above your knees as you started squirming excitedly. Your feet were bare, so they had to soak in the water now! There was no time for other frivolous things like a sock. "Easy, easy, baby, almost done. That's it." He let go of your legs and held you by the waist again as you squealed. You happily kicked your legs in the pond, even trying to stretch them out to catch a pebble with your toes. It was shallower than you had thought. Simeon rummaged through the diaper bag he always carried with him, taking something out and handing it to you. "Look here who wants to play in the water with you."

It was a little blue whale shaped toy that you absolutely loved playing with during bath time. You immersed it as he had taught you and when you took it out, you squeeze it, releasing a jet of water from its head. Like a real whale! Of course, you correct yourself, you didn't like the toy itself, only the way you could use to wet the angel. Now that was fun! You dipped it in the pond, moving it back and forth, because it's a whale and whales swim, they don't stay still. Then they come back up and let the water out! You continued like this two, three, five more times, maybe? It might have been even more, but that didn't matter now. Rather… what would happen if the whale went to the bottom? You held it up, looking at it for a moment. You dropped it, expecting to see it head towards the pebbles. Instead, it simply remained still, floating on the surface of the water.

That's right, you remembered, bath toys float. You were ashamed of your stupidity. Since when were you becoming… like this? Something wasn't good. “Hey, what made my little lamby so upset?” Simmy's sweet voice brought you back to reality. "Doesn't the whale swim anymore?" His hand wrapped around your smaller one, helping you hold onto the toy. “Here comes the whale down…” You both submerged it. "…and now go back up." He helped you get it out. "Then you know what it does? It spits out the water!". He gently squeezed your hand and whale, letting the jet out. Yes, you had seen it hundreds of times before. But it was always fun. You giggled. You continued to play with him, in your Daddy's lap as he helped you move the toy, your attention completely absorbed. At one point you felt his hand rub your hair, a little too hard. You complained, shaking your head and squirming a bit. He didn't know that- "Oh, don't they like when I do that?" You snapped your head up. That wasn't your angel's voice. That was Michael's. The only one you didn't want to see anymore.

You squealed, snuggling into Simmy's chest. You were still embarrassed from the last time he witnessed your diaper change. You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but at least let a little more time pass before you meet again, dammit! "Ahah, they prefer more when you stroke the hair like this." You felt another hand, this one more familiar and right in a certain way, gently runs through your locks and massage your scalp. Just the way you liked it. You curled up a little more. “…you used the angelic ability, didn’t you?” "Hmm, I don't understand what you mean." Simmy's tone didn't really seem… sincere. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, suddenly interested in the exchange. Angelic ability? "They are too calm, you are putting their minds at ease." Michael's wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement. “Only at the beginning. Then they all settled down on their own.” He must have noticed you looking at him, because he looked down at you. He nuzzled your nose with his, murmuring “I simply have the most perfect little lamb in the three realm, isn't it right, baby?" You hummed in agreement. If he said so, it was right.

"Well, then you'll have to explain to me how you did it." Michael crouched down towards him and lowered his voice. "I spoke to our Father. He accepted forgiveness." Arms tightened around your waist as the angel unconsciously pulled you closer. “R-really?” What? What is happening? "Yes. And this means that…" the eyes of the strongest fell on you, meeting your gaze for a moment before you hid your face "...we have to do it tonight." "B-but…" "Simeon. We cannot delay. And if anything were to happen while he is here, you- no, we could lose them both." Simmy let out a sigh before giving you a sad smil. That was all it took, along with Michael's serious tone, to scare you. You were involved in something but you didn't know in what. You started whining. "Hush, hush, it's alright." The hand stroked up and down your back, calming you a bit. You suddenly felt tired, barely realizing there was even a second hand, a touch so light on your head it was almost imperceptible. "Come to the Palace after dinner. I'll take care of it." And with that, Michael stood up. "I'm going now. Don't worry, everything will be fine." He ruffled his brother's hair before walking away, leaving the park. Meanwhile, you were already dozing with your head on Daddy's shoulder, one leg still in the water and the other halfway on his lap.

A good place to stay and nap.

Everything will be alright...

"And then he said to me for the angelic ability, uh?"

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes $615 Bento's for the sons

LilD2: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Simeon + Mammon’*

Luke: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me!*Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of Mc, Please be good you gremlin -Mammon*

I like you all to imagen Malewife Simeon & Malewife Mammon cooking together for their main baby sons side-by-side in pink aprons

[sweetfire01]

I was just thinking. Luke, Simeon, and Raphael all have blue eyes, and the brothers have partial heterochromia, which I’m pretty sure was put in their design to imply that their eyes used to look different. Do all angles have blue eyes?

If so, I can imagine a scenario where the Mc in The Little Little Lamb, if they had say brown eyes, looks at their reflection months or years after they were adopted by Simeon and are like “Why are my eyes blue!?” This, of course, being due to the angels making Mc join their ranks.

OMG THANKS ANON, I NEVER NOTICED THAT.

I will gladly use that for the fic, ehehe 👀

[sweetfire01]

I wear glasses 24/7 and I can't see very well without them unless something is super up close to my face. Would any of the yandere daddies take advantage of that? I'm just curious 🤔

Found all these "I'll continue writing them later" draft, I hope I can finish them soon FOR REALLY this time.

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I think Asmo is the only one who would let you keep the glasses without problems. What if you bump into something while crawling? Imagine the bruise that would form! Or while coloring with your fingers you miss the paper and paint your clothes! What a nightmare! Plus, the glasses are so stylish and he will let you try all kinds of them.

Also Levi would leave them on you, otherwise how are you going to see all these anime? Or to play video games? Sure, he likes to win, but then it gets all too easy when you can't finish a single lap on Devil Kart: you can't even distinguish your own character on screen! And he can't risk you accidentally destroying some of his action figures...

Perhaps he and Satan will be more likely to give you glasses with a lower prescription. Levi loves helping you and guiding your hands on the joystick, as if you are too little to understand what you need to do, and the fourth born loves hearing you stumble when he point at a word and ask you to read it. You just look like a child learning! That's why you still need him to read a book to you.

But the others, ooh, they will really use it to their advantage. If you're with Belphie you have to sleep, so it only makes sense that you take them off anyway, right? It's not like you have to do something.

Beel loves how you don't notice the spoon while he feed you until it's already near your mouth. If you don't open it in time you end up making a mess and he has to clean it up with his bib. You threw a tantrum when he tied it around you, but now aren't you glad Daddy knew better? C'mon, say "AAH". Here comes the plane… We know how Mammon will never admit how much he adores you, so he uses the "theycan't see well, I'm just helping them out" excuse to be with you. He's also the only one who, if you cry enough and give him those puppy ​​eyes, he'll give you your glasses back. But just to watch cartoons, okay? And you have to cuddle with him in the meantime! Lucifer and Diavolo would tease you all the time, buying you one of those playmats with the games hanging on the strings. At least now you can see and play with them while lying on your back. Aren't you happy? And to think you throw so many tantrums about not being a baby... Simeon would do the same, but without the teasing. He's just serious. Human babies have bad eyesight, so you are no exception. And so it only makes sense that he would buy you those things, right? Oh, but he will make sure to be with you the whole time: you can't see him, but you can hear his voice as he reads and sings to you or feel the warmth of his skin as he nurses and cuddles you.

[sweetfire01]

As someone who’s personally kind of a pain in the ass, how would simmy handle a little that goes along with his stuff, but is just kinda bratty and fussy about things? Like they won’t say they’re older or try to run away, but they will be uncooperative with him if he interrupts their playtime or just won’t sit still for timeouts? Even worse if they’re nonverbal, not even telling him whats wrong or what’s bothering them lol

Hi anon.

Hmm, that's interesting question. Generally, he won't be that mad because... that's exactly how kids act. But the consequences will depends on your reason to be that uncooperative. You trowns tantrums because you want to continue playing instead of getting a nap? Or because he won't give you any more snacks? No, no, that's not acceptable. He need to be stricter with you. First with warnings, then with timeout. If those don't work, then it's a light spanking. Not that hard, maybe just 10 slaps. He hate doing so, but Daddy warned you, didn't he? Angels and little lambs like you have to behave properly. You have to listen to your Daddy because he loves you so much and he knows better.

He doesn't mind if it's an occasionally occurrence, but if it happens too many times, then maybe you're not that ready to be that big and will regress you to a baby. And will take more time to be treatened as a toddler again.

If there is a good reason behind that behaviour, then that's another thing. You don't want to take a bath because you're scared of being naked and touched? You don't want to read with him because you fear the books will be cursed as the ones in Satan's room? Poor thing, hearing these type of cries breaks his heart. He'll do anything in his power to makes you feeling safe. Bathtube filled with rubber ducks (maybe he can try to put a real little dukling?) as he gently starts with your shoulder, so he can massage them and let you relaxing. Or using first books from the human world, so you won't notice when he first pull out one of the Celestial Realm. See? This is safe.

And if his little lamb is non verbal, things will be harder for both of you. You are already hungry even if it's no meal time yet, but you're so scared to tell him because you remembered how Beel, during your first days at HoL, got angry everytime someone touched his food. So you start crying because you're so hungry but Simmy could get angry too, and thinking about him getting angry at you makes you crying even harder. And Simmy doesn't know what are you crying about, nor what are you thinking, so he simply wrap you in a blanket and holds you in his arms as he tries to soothe you. And if you hate physical contact, that could make you even more frustrated, but Simmy has no way to know that. It will takes a lot of time to build trust and basic communication, but your Daddy will work hard every day.

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tum [pt.3]

[Pt.2]

1 year since the first Simmy fic! Thanks to all 200 followers who encouraged me to continue this blog and thanks to all those who left a comment or a like to my works! ❤

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Your life here wasn't getting better. Absolutely not. But at least you were making progress with your body. Today, for the first time, you were able to stand. Alone. Without Simmy's help. Sure, you'd only managed to do it for a couple of seconds before falling back on your back onto the mat, but you'd managed it. It was a goal you had both been trying to reach for the past few days. At first you were too scared to take your first steps, you knew how unstable you were and you had fallen on your face just from standing up too quickly once. Luckily you were on the soft carpet the angel had placed for this situation, but your face confirmed that you could still feel the floor underneath. Sure, it didn't hurt that much, just a light bump, but the shock of learning that your balance and strength were still so compromised was enough to make you sob into Simmy's arm.

From that moment on you clung with all the strength you had to every object you could hold on to: a piece of furniture, the bars of the baby box, a daddy's hand. You didn't know if you felt more babyish "walking" like this or crawling as usual. You were playing looking at your stuffies while sitting in the baby playpen. The angel was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Weaning was going well, you had a few more days of vomiting, but now your tummy was quite used to solid food (as much as soups and soft food might be considered solid). You continued to receive your bottles, 3 times a day after each meal, on his lap, skin to skin. Luckily, the goodness of the milk was enough to let you ignore this detail. You appreciated how it became tastier and sweeter as the drug wore off. Maybe even too sweet. The scent of boiling carrots and potatoes wafted from the kitchen. You recognized that he was a good cook. Part of you wondered what you would eat if other people were your daddies. You knew the cooking of the demon brothers, it wasn't bad if you kept Beel away from the kitchen. Maybe it wouldn't have been bad with Diavolo either, he would have left all the meals to Barbatos. You wonder if the prince was able to cook, but probably he won't be able to prepare even a bottle for you. Just like Solomon. The stuffed rabbit in your hand told you that you were lucky you weren't with Solomon and you nodded at him. You continued to talk to him for a little more, remembering when he cooked some simple popcorn and almost burned down Purgatory Hall, when you suddently recovered to your sense and threw it against the bars of the stall. You shouldn't play with that stupid rabbit and above all you shouldn't be grateful to be here. Simeon had kidnapped you! In a fit of childish rage, you grabbed the rabbit again, grabbed onto the chest-high bars, stood up, and threw it across the room. Soon the other stuffies followed suit, being thrown out of the baby box one after the other. They didn't go very far, you didn't have all that strength yet, but you saw them land with a light thud at least a meter away. However, it is a good progress compared to the first days. And when all the stuffies in the box were gone, you felt so much satisfaction that you started throwing the other toys. A teething ring, a rattle, some wooden blocks that even made more noise than stuffies and reached further. You crawled around grabbing any toys that came to hand. You spotted a small xylophone and dragged it, ready to be thrown. It was a little heavier than the others, so it took more effort: you could try to throw it with both hands while sitting, but you probably wouldn't be able to use enough force to send it over the bars. You held onto the box tightly with one hand, standing up, but the other couldn't lift the small musical instrument on its own.

How could you throw this thing? Grabbing it from one end made it too heavy, you could try from the center but your hand was too small to do it properly. You really had to use all the strength you had (and had left). With a huge effort, still holding onto the bars with one hand, you tried again to lift it from one of the legs to the end. And you actually managed to lift the xylophone a little, get it to your chest...before it started to slip from your grip. It wasn't right! You were working so hard! Just another little effort... Before the toy slipped away from you completely, you grabbed it with your other hand. He suddenly felt lighter. With a naughty smile, you felt like you could finally send it over the bars. Who knows if it would have played! Unfortunately you didn't have the pleasure of finding out when, trying to take a step to lean out further, your legs gave out and you fell on your butt on the playpen mat. Oh, this really wasn't right! No matter how childish it may have seemed at the time, you were about to let out all your frustration in the worst way possible. “Ooh, little lamb, were you up all by yourself?” Simmy approached you, stepping over the stuffies scattered around the room. It was at that moment that you realized it: you had fallen because you had grabbed the toy with both hands… and you hadn't held on to the bars. You really had been standing all on your own! Oh my, you even almost managed to walk! You started gurgling behind the pacifier. You don't even know how long you had it or why you hadn't spit it out, but at that moment you were too happy to care. You grabbed the hands Daddy held out towards you, pulling you to your feet and lifting you into his arms. He planted a loving kiss on your forehead as he carried you to the kitchen. “My little baby will be getting his first walkies very soon, oh yes you will.” And as he nudged the blocks across the room with his foot, he added, "I think someone's going to need a ball to throw, too, yeah? Oh, let's hope you're not feeling frisky enough to throw your soup, too." Oh yes you would. Okay, maybe someday later, not today… One little step at a time.

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[sweetfire01]

I just found your blog and I’ve been lurking on all your Simmy posts 🥰 so cute!! Can’t wait for the next chapter!

Thank you anon. 🥺

Simmy is going to cuddle us so much in the next chapter (after we suffered a lot)

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tum [pt.2]

[pt.1]

Weaning was approached very cautiously. After almost two weeks of feeding only on milk, the angel didn't want to risk upsetting your tummy. So it only happened during dinner, small tasteless portions but which you gladly accepted.

Simmy prepared a vegetable broth and it was vegetable broth - first day.

Simmy prepared cream of rice and it was cream of rice - second day.

On the third day you vomited.

You were grateful it hadn't happened in the high chair or, even worse, in the crib, you thought as you had a new retching. Your Daddy held you closer to his chest, worriedly watching you throw the rest of your dinner on the toilet. You will try again in a few days.

You were happy to go straight to sleep without silly stories, just a fast bottle filled with water, and even more when, instead of your cradle…Simmy laid you down on his bed! You still had to be wrapped, sure, but at least you could sleep comfortably tonight. And maybe roll onto your side. Or lay your head on a pillow. Being covered in a warm blanket.

You smiled and sucked on the pacifier, feeling a little more sleepy. You would never admit it out loud, but being taken care of like this wasn't bad when you were feeling sick. Closing your eyes, you could pretend you were still in the House of Lamentation, with the brothers pampering you so you don't strain yourself. Daddy Simmy Simeon's cooing made it a little hard to picture, but you could ignore him.

He laid you down on the mattress and you were almost ready to fall asleep. Then he unexpectedly took his your pillow away, which made you protest, to create a barrier around you, keeping you from falling down the bed. You weren't happy with this but now you couldn't do anything. Luckily he put a folded towel under your head, so it was slightly lifted. Not the greatest comfort, but better than nothing. You glared at him again as, instead of covering you with the blanket, he pulled it off the bed. It's okay that the baby wrap kept you warm, but it was the gesture itself that bothered you! No, there was no danger that you would suffocate, you weren't a real baby!

You watched him take a smaller blanket out of the closet - just for himself, this bastard! - and change into pajamas, before turning off the light and lying next to you. You wanted to turn into a more comfortable position, with your back to him, since there was no chest strap to block you. But you didn't have time to move, Simmy immediately put a hand on your chest, murmuring some words you didn't understand. And then you couldn't move anymore, an invisible force paralyzing you.

He kissed your cheek, wishing you night-night.

Might as well have stayed in your crib.

Another novelty concerned the afternoon walks. He would let you out as usual in your pram but, being more awake during that time, he took you to the park. Even though he made sure the area where he placed you was free of rocks and other things that could hurt you, you really didn't feel much like crawling. Honestly, you didn't really care to explore or play, not when other angels were passing by too. They were always, ALWAYS, chatting with Simmy and commenting on how cute you was. Plus, there was a very embarrassing event.

Your first meeting with Michael. You knew who he was from before he started talking. You felt uncomfortable just looking at him, and for once you were happy to be ignored. He only gave you a smile before discussing some matters with Simmy. No surprises it was about you anyway, but right now you wanted to focus on something else. For example your full bladder. You felt the slight urge on the way here, but it wasn't anything too uncontrollable. You could have waited until you returned home. But now the need became an urgency, the presence of the archangel somehow influenced you. No, it wasn't like wetting your pants in fear, absolutely not. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, you decided to let yourself go as discreetly as possible, you didn't need to be the center of attention even more.

One thing you never learned: luck wasn't on your side.

You didn't know if it was for his overdeveloped hearing or for some strange movement you made: Daddy - no wait, Simmy, immediately approached you, checking your diaper and deciding to change you. That moment. There. In front of Michael.

You had the reflex to get up and run, but you couldn't even stand without falling into the angel's arms. "Oooh, watch out baby." Both angels laughed at you as you were brought back near the pram. "Looks like someone here feels ready to do their first walkies, huh?" Simmy, not Daddy, held you close with one arm, while with the other he grabbed the bag he always carried. "Hmm, and they seem to be very lively too. Here, let me help. "The strongest archangel offered to help him, picking you up and holding you in his arms.

You didn't like that. You whined and squirmed trying to escape from his grasp, even punching him on the back. Too bad the other was too strong and in his eyes you were just…a baby. He just watched you in amusement, bouncing you a bit as you started to get tired. Hell, your stamina during this time really sucked. Did it really take you only a minute to surrender?

Meanwhile, Simmy has spread out the changing mat on the grass and taken the other supplies. He thanked Michael as he laid you on top of it, pulling off your light blue pants and unbuttoning the onesie. You started crying. All of this was too degrading, it was too humiliating. It was too much.

Your Daddy continued the change you. His kisses did nothing to soothe you, so he preferred to proceed with the cleaning, at least it would ease the discomfort. His heart ached to see you like this, his little lamb must be happy, not sad! He didn't understand what made you so upset, maybe Michael's presence? He can have this stern look, sure, but he's not that scary. When he finished cleaning you up, he applied rash cream, just in case the problem was due to that. There seems to be nothing, but better to prevent.

At the end of the change, with something finally covering your genitals, you were able to stop crying. But while your pants were being pulled back, you were still frowning. This was all Simmy's fault! You were angry with Michael too, but you wouldn't dare make him mad. So you concentrated all your energies on the first one, kicking him weakly. Take that! And when he leaned in to kiss your nose, you grabbed his hair. You admitted that you didn't have enough strength to punch him properly, so you let this action be enough for you. But when you pulled his hair..did he lean in even more and coo at you? Happy? What-

He nuzzled your cheek, even planting a few kisses on you. The angel didn't care, you weren't even hurting him! You just wanted some more physical contact with him, didn't you?

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