I just realized I naver posted my CG!Mammon (Obey Me) hcs I need to fix this rn
BIG BROTHER CAREGIVER
Mams, Mon, Mon-Mon, Monnie, Bub, Bubba, Oni-chan, any nickname makes his (cold, undead) heart MELT
Calls you: Treasure (OBVIOUSLY), Little Grimm, sweetheart, baby bird, tiny terror (affectionate), little leech (affectionate), and his lucky charm
Can and will carry you EVERYWHERE. Clingy CG with Clingy Little >>>
Super into pretend play, he would do anything to make his little human giggle, dressing up and having a tea party? He is your butler or king, a heist? Partners in crime, literally anything you want
Master of babble conversations, also a master of understanding whines and sounds if words are hard.
Also, surprisingly good with baby regressors? Like hes good with all ages, but give this hyper man a baby, and he will sit there for hours just rocking them slightly and cooing at them, softest man alive.
Gods, this man is the most helicopter cg of all. Would wrap you in bubble wrap if he could. You're just a little human, so fragile, and he could NOT handle you getting hurt.
Super overprotective but like in a really sweet way. He refuses to leave you alone with ANYONE, not even Dia or his other brothers.
LOVES dressing you up, either in super comfy clothes with his sweater ovwr top, or in fancy clothes you can match in going out.
On that note: 😭 100% brings you out with him when he wants to gamble, keeps you on his lap to "be his lucky charm". But don't worry he will absolutely hunt down anyone who so much as glances at you funny
Five-finger discount on everything and anything you want. And if he CAN'T physically steal it, well, for his human? I guess Goldie has another use (He can not resist your puppy eyes)
He wants to spoil you absolutely friggin rotten. Any food you want, any toy you want, makes his brothers play along too (they obliged mostly bc you're thier MC, and they love you, but Mammon can be SCARY when he wants to be.)
Gods forbid he finds out people in the past hurt you when you were regressed? In general, he already despises the worthless humans who dared upset his treasure, but they hurt his little Grimm? He is going to fight Lucifer and Diavlo to walk up to the human world and teach them a lesson himself.
0 sense of schedule. Baths at mignight, naps at 6am or 6pm, what a is bedtime?
Absolutely unable to be even mildly annoyed with you. Unless you are actively in danger, he will let you do anything you want. Everyone ELSE is the problem, not his baby.
No thoughts, head empty, just Mammon getting to be a real big brother again, taking care of his tiny little MC. His itty bitty treasure, just a tiny little Grimm he can keep in his pocket. Just big brother Mammon, who raised all of his other siblings, big brother Mams knows how delicate humans are. Big brother Mammon with the warmest, safest hugs who always has something shiny to distract his tiny human. Big brother Mammon who makes sure his treasure doesn't have to see the gore of the Devildom, who uses his status as second-born avatar of Sin to keep his human safe. Big brother Mams who can carry his human around no problem, and knows all the hiding spots if the demons are too much.
If you would like to, could you do hcs for Simeon from Obey Me, please? Thank you and no worries if not! I hope you have a good day :]]
Of course!! Sorry this took so long I got busy for a bit :/
CG Simeon HCs! 🪽
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful
Your life will be
Loves any nicknames or titles. Sim, Simmy, Angel, Mama, Dada, Baba... anything
Calls you tons of nicknames all the time. Fledgling, Little Angel, Darling, Sweet Child, My love, Baby, Little One... the list could go on and on and on.
Very soft/soothing cg, soft music and soft toys and warm cuddles
Always prepared. He has a bag of nesessities somewhere on him at all times. Paci, toys, blankie, snack, game, new clothes, baby wipes, a drink, anything you may need.
SUPER protective especially because you're in the devildom! likes to have a hold on you at all time to make sure you are safe
I feel like he smells really soft and clean like fresh sheets and warm feathers...
He brings to mind an image of soft linnen clothes and older wooden toys, a soft rug and a clean room.
LOVES doting on you. Holding a bottle, helping you pick clothes, giving you a bath, it all makes him feel so fufilled
Definetley a "gaurdian angel" type. Always has an eye on you and is checking on you
Not quite strict but is very invested in keeping routines. Same time for bathtime at night, same day going to the park every week, meals at a regular time.
Lots of soft stuffies and toys. Those soft blocks, chewies, plushies.
Holds you so softly especially if you have an ouchie or a tummy ache, rubbing whatever hurts until it feels better
Sings occasionally, very softly. Usually just hums. Very soft musical <3
Loves calling you nicknames. Bub, Bubba, Cub, Kiddo, Little one, Tiny, Bug, Goofball, Sleepy head, anything he comes up with
In turn he will be happy with anything you call him! He is a little uncomfortable with parental names, though. His favorite are Bee/Buzz and Bubbie
LOVES carrying you around oh my gods. Always has a hand on some part of you so you dont stray too far.
It makes him happy that him being so big makes you feel small and safe
Actually gives Mama Bear energy, nobody messes with you if Beel is nearby
Very active caregiver! Wants to wrestle and rough house and play outside alot. But he is always so aware of how much stronger he is than you.
Loves going out to parks or to explore with his tiny.
Keeps anything you give him :]
The only person he shares his food with is his baby. They need nutrients to grow, you know.
Literally gets a oversized bedside bassinet for you if you are small enough. If you're bigger, still wants tou close at night. He has nightmares or losing you like Lilith, having you close makes him feel better
Loves putting you in his clothes because they absolutely swallow you up no matter what! He's a big strong demon who's bigger than any human, even if you are plus sized or tall, his clothes swallow you up like a little baby.
Wow people have really loved my Cg!Mammon headcannons. May as well ride that train hehe I shall go in order of pacts
Caregiver Levi (Obey Me) headcannons!
Probably the only brother who KNOWS what agere is before you tell him! Bro is chronically online he has seen it all
Not really one for nicknames in general. Uses a shortened version of your name usually, but will also call you bud/guppy
Similarly not super into CG titles. Prefers just Levi or Nii-san (兄さん).
Gets a new rug thats extra plush so when you both end up in the floor it won't be as painful
Always has one ear out for you, even if he gets super invested in his games! Sometimes he may forget you are there and start yelling at the screen though...
Watches all kinds of shows with you and even lets you cuddle!
Keeps snacks for you in his room, even if the sippy cups take up alot of room in his mini-fridge.
Best with Teen or Toddler regressors! Teens just GET™ him, and toddlers are easily entertained... He holds onto toddlers with his tail.
Makes the (second only to Belphagor) BEST blanket forts. All kinds of pillows and warm blankets and candy and TV shows
Does not know what a bedtime is. You have to put HIM to bed when you get sleepy...
Will let you lay on his chest while he sleeps in his tub though....
Online people who bully reressors? Wish them well he is absolutley demolishing anyone who makes his MC upset. It is NOT weird or gross!
Beach trips are rare but IF you go to a pool or beach trust he is the BEST to go with. gets you cute little floaties and swims with you, builds sandcastles, shows you the fishies. its one of the only times he ISNT insecure about not being a good enough caregiver
Any gear he gets you is gaming or ocean themed.
always tries so hard to be good enough, he is so worried he is not doing enough for you :[
Husk × estranged!sinner!bio kid, toddler regressor!reader. Hurt/Comfort, cw: alcohol and neglect and swearing
P.S: I wrote this early november and FORGOT about it???
It was afternoon in Pentagram city, and you found yourself in the lounge of the Hazbin Hotel. The idea of redemption is... a bit ridiculous in your mind, but well, its better than the streets of hell. You even have a private room, and its much easier to hide your stuffie and paci if you have a whole room. Regression was a big secret in your life, a trauma responce from childhood as much as a coping mechanism.
The moment you first stepped into the hotel, everyone had compared you to the bartender - Husk - you look sortof alike and act alike, apparently. You kept away from the bar, too many bad memories of slurred words and tainted breath and thrown bottles.
Every time you close your eyes you can see your stepdads and Mum arguing, alcohol bottles across the floor and a full ashtray. You never met your dad, your mum claimed he was some older "hot" man she met at a casino, a master gambler and bartender and one of her many one night stands. Apparently, you acted a lot like him, not that you would know. Your mum never wanted to be a mum, you knew that from toddlerhood. She would leave you home alone all night to party, and had enough men back home that made you feel unsafe. It was lonley, all alone, and that continued into your adulthood. You fell into a different type of addiction, never getting close to anyone, and worked yourself to a lonely death in your early twenties. It was a while ago now, but you still can't quite seem to figure out how to make and keep freinds.
You had been at the hotel a little more than a month now, and you had been trying really hard to fit in, even if it didn't feel like it was working. Angel was a bit too much sometimes - even if you adored Fat Nugget - and Cherri made your head ache, Charlie was over enthusiastic and still doesn't quite understand physical boundaries, Vaggie was nice but scary, and Alastor gave you bad vibes. Nifty was the only successful freind, even if she was quite odd, she was nice to you, calling you a kitten more than one time, not that you know why. The new people at the hotel was a lot, and you often ended up alone in a corner just watching everything.
Today, that corner was a little booth across from the bar. You felt small all morning, ears twitching more to every sound, eyes wider but only someone truly watching would notice. You had laid your head in your arms, comfort blanket around your shoulders as you idly watched the feline bartender behind the counter. You felt this pull sometimes, wanting to crawl behind the bar and hide with him, to be tucked into big wings like a chick, to lay in a little nest by his feet and bat at his tail like a kitten while he worked.
Distracted by your own soft thoughts, indulgi g that deep longing for a Daddy you never met in life, you dont notice Husk quirk a brow at your gaze on him. Of course the older man had noticed how similar you seemed to him, but you can't be his kid, he never had kids, didn't think himself worthy. It was only a week ago when he ran into an ex on the streets of hell, when she laughed about a kid she had that was definitely his, how she was glad she got rid of them as soon as possible, that he had concidered... and Niff, of course, had known somwhow. She would call you his kitten to anyone's face. Annoyingly, somehow even Alastor and Charlie had found out, done some digging with thier stupid connections. Charlie had come by the other day with some notes about your life, and it hurt him to the core to read the agony you endured. Nobody to love you, nobody to save you from your own thoughts. He wanted to protect you even more now- god he is going soft in this hotel.
Back to the present- you blinked when a shadow approached your secluded table. It was Husk, with two glasses of what looks like a liquor and ice. You blinked up at him, confused and trying to shake the heavy fog of childishness from your brain. He sniffed the glass as if to check before passing one to you, and to your surprise it was apple juice. Unconsciously, you make a soft little sound, holding the glass with both your clumbsy paws as you sipped. Shyly, you mumble a thank you, as the bartender- oh he is sitting with you?
He sighs, something is off with you but he can't tell what - drugs maybe? But he needs to talk to you, so he starts, sipping his own whisky.
"So, [y/n]. We.. we need to talk."
He could see how you freeze, your own ears - so similar to his own - folding back in ehat must be unease.
"It's- Look it's nothin' bad. I... Charlie did some diggin' like the overeager demon she is. Found out some things, yea? She told me... told me somethin' I never thought was possible. She told me that I was a Dad, against everythin' I knew in life. An old fling had a baby without me knowin'." He pauses, and you just watch him, listening but not understanding where he was going, "[Y/n], she told me y'ur that kid, and gave me some papers on how y'ur life went."
You freeze. Eyes widening before filling with tears that he was not expecting. You practically shrank in on yourself, and it breaks his frozen heart. He might not understand it yet, might not have been there in life, but every paternal instinct he didn't know he had flared at that lost look in your eyes.
He sighs again, ear twitching at someone talking behind him, stupid gossips. He whips around, almost hissing at them, before making up his mind.
"Come on, kid, gonna find someplace more private for this." He didn't wait to grab your paw, hauling you up beside his frame, shielding you with one wing as he stalks to his own room. You squeak and stumble after him, shocked into silence, stumbling after him. His tail flicks in annoyance, huffing as he opens his door and you freeze. "Y' don't have to be afraid, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna talk without those fuckin gossips spreadin' our buisness everywhere, yea?"
You just nod silently, letting him guide you into his room. It is surprisingly clean, big bed with card motifs on the blanket, lots of pillows, his feathers scattered around. Maybe he cleaned before this, who knows. Anxiously, you start to chew on the claw of one paw, reminding the old man of a toddler. He sighs and groans as he sits on the bed beside him, and you sit obediently.
"What's up with you, you're extra quiet. I'm not that scary, bud-" he attempts to joke, lighten the mood, to get that sad look off your face. You shift, nervous, but... he said he is your Daddy, maybe he will be better than Momma was... so you whisper out your secret.
".... words 'r hard cuz... cuz 'm feel littl'..." you pause, anxious, because what if he says your gross or- but that thought is cut off by an affectionate chuckle.
"Little? Well you are pretty small, kit, y' look like a strong wind could send you flyin'" he murmurs, before softening further. "But I'm assumin' you don't mean physically, huh? How long you been feelin' small, bub?"
It nearly shatters your façade, he talks to you so softly, so full of affection and love. You blink away tears, rubbing at your eyes shyly.
"S-since... before died. Feel teeny sometimes, good an bad..." and then even softer "'cuz Momma was no good... sayd shoulda never had m'... that nobody could love m'... so jus spend always alone..."
It's very obvious to the older feline at this point your mother was a bitch, but that sentence? The fear in it? It makes him seethe. But right now you don't need anger, you need someone to stay, and he sure as fuck will.
"Well, your momma is a liar, kit, Papa didn't know before, but I do now, and I ain't never lettin' my little one go now." He easily pulls you onto his lap, settling you against his chest like a natural. You squeak, but he can feel you melt into him and it makes his heart swell. He hums softly, rumbling in his chest that might have been a purr even if he denies it. You bury yourself into him, and he bounces his knee, making you feel somehow even tinier.
"Do you know how old, bub?" You blink up from his neck, anxiously gnawing on your lip, holding up two small fingers. He doesn't flinch, just shifting to hold you closer.
"Just a tiny kitten, then, hmm? Papa's got a long time to make up for with his kiddo." He nuzzles your head, trying to not overwhelm you. "Papa has one more question, kit, do you have anything for when you feel like this?" You sniffle into his fur, appreciating the warmth against your own fur.
"Paci an [stuffie]... m' stuffie... in m' room..."
He hummed, shifting to lay you in the center of his bed, petting your head once before rising.
“You stay right there, Papa will get your things quick.” He cooed, huffing affectionately at your frown. He felt oddly warm at the clingy gesture, he felt needed. The only problem is he didn't see Angel coming up the stairs..
You can hear Angel looking for Fat Nugget, but you are content to curl up in Papa's bed, tiny and loved for the first time.
Thinking about (not necessarily zombie) apocalypse regressing... (formatted on my phone bc I wrote this at midnight)
Being in a group with caregivers (and other littles if you vibe with sibbies) who are ok with you being small almost all the time if you need it
Helping with child-appropriate things like carrying supplies!
Warm cuddles by the fire while your group tells stories 💤
Getting any toys and supplies you want because its all FREE!!!
Helping make a permanent base and watching your own little safe haven grow
Helping all the animals! The doggies come for pats, and the kitties sit nearby and make you feel all safe! There are cows and piggies and sheep and horses and all types of animals because its not safe for them to be all alone either!
Feeling extra tiny and your caregiver asking someone to take over their duties so they can spend all day with their teeny tiny baby
