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Current obsessions: Toji ☁︎.𖥔 Sukuna ☁︎.𖥔 Zoro ☁︎.𖥔 Peter Parker ☁︎.𖥔 Claude de Obelia ☁︎.𖥔

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• New on posting reblogs so apologies if I made any mistakes

• English is not my main language

• Loves Cinnamoroll ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

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Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

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Tanjiro Kamada with a cinnamon roll S/O

Hi there! My name is Kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings, this is the first time i’ve written anything for Kimetsu no Yaiba! I love the anime and manga so i wanted to add something to its fanfic community ^^ i hope you all enjoy these small head-cannons of mine! I’m always open for requests and messaging ^^

Ok first things first! You guys are one of the best couples’ hands down – your both just so sweet and kind + you guys just complement each other perfectly

Your hands fit perfectly together like a lock piece - he tends to marvel at the softness of your hands especially compared to how rough his are

 Loves to hold hands with you

 He likes to give you small kisses at any opportunity he gets. Forehead kisses? Yes. Quick cheek kisses? Also, a yes. Kisses on your hands and knuckles? Double yes. The only place that would be considered nsfw-ish would be when he places light kisses behind your ears because that’s one of the places where your scent is most prominent

Excellent hugs

 As he’s just that little bit taller than you are whenever you get pulled into one of his hugs, he likes to rest his head on top of yours or nuzzle gently into the crook of your neck

 Likes to indulge your snuggling habits because this boy loves to snuggle anyway but it just amplifies when you both share a bed

You practise sword fighting and breathing techniques with each other

You like to play with his hair and he just melts??? Especially when you play the hair at the nape of his neck

Also likes to idle fiddle with your hair too and will sometimes even style it for you

 A never-ending circle of complimenting each other

 As a gift Tanjiro gives you the same type of earrings as himself – of course they have a slightly different pattern to his but it’s nice to have something that’s close to what he wears instead of you having to ‘borrow’ his clothes (not that he minds)

 Likes it when you cook together

Enjoys Stargazing with you – names constellations and just watching his happy gaze as names them off is just so cute

There’re moments when the both of you just fall into a comfortable silence while doing completely different things ands it’s just so peaceful.

  Enjoys listening to you humming/singing lullabies so will sometimes ask you to sing to him; he’ll rest his head either on your lap or shoulder, just relax as your sweet voice washes over him and your scent mingles with his own

you know that trend that's going around where your kids tell you to shut up as a prank to see their dad's reaction?

tags: mom! fem reader + you're megumi's mom + modern au

"Gumi! Can you please take the trash out for me?" You called out in the kitchen setting the first step of the trap you wanted your son to lay out for his father while his friends watched from the dinner table.

You warned him that Toji wouldn't find it funny but Megumi lived to antagonize his dad and you wanted to see how he reacted yourself.

Megumi turned away from Yuuji and looked at you. "No, I'm busy, shut up and do it yourself." He replied and turned back away from you just in time for you to hear Toji's heavy footsteps coming from the living room where he sat to watch

No one had enough time to stop him from grabbing Megumi by the back of his shirt, not enough to hurt him but something to scare the boy. "Is that you talk to my wife? Your mother?" He growled.

"Baby! It was a joke!" You gasped coming over to diffuse the situation as everyone looked at him with wide eyes and open mouths.

Green eyes narrowed at his son before he looked at you. "A joke? I don't joke around with someone talkin' to you that way, now take the trash out." Toji grumbled and let go of Megumi before ruffling his hair.

"Your dad doesn't mess around when it comes to your mom." Yuuji mumbled under his breath sure to help Megumi take the trash out.

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megumi's daycare teacher adores you. you're always on time for pickup, and megumi physically lights up when he sees you, no matter how much he likes to deny it. he's quick to walk, or waddle, into your arms as you press a kiss to both cheeks and ask how his day was. she thinks you and him are the epitome of a good monther-son relationship.

so imagine her surprise when you say, “oh and tomorrow, i can't pick megs up. my husband will come get him, his name is toji, you can't miss him.”

she'd never met your husband before. it got her wondering, what was he like? was he as kind and affectionate as you were? perhaps megumi was the same around him?

“...why are you here?”

her mouth falls open. was that any way to speak to his father? why was he so openly hostile? she thought hoped that your husband was like you, not your total opposite!

he was tall, heads above her with dark hair and matching dark eyes. he's intimidating, muscles flexing under his shirt as he folds his arms and smirk decorated with a scar. she sees the resemblance between him and megumi. that was definitely his daddy.

she's sweating buckets; standing between a father who looks like kills for a living and a son that's sulking because his mother wasn't there was not for the weak.

“to pick ya up.” toji answers with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

she blinks. it seemed normal?

“where's mama?”

“workin'.”

“until when?”

“'til later.”

“that's not a time.”

“it is to me.”

megumi's pout deepens, his brows furrowing at his father's avoidance of the question. the daycare teacher swears she catches toji's eyes soften as he changes his answer, “'til eight.”

the two adults watch the cogs turn in the toddler's head.

“....'kay. i'll go with you, then.”

toji scoffs affectionately, “quit actin' like yer being kidnapped.”

this time, she swears megumi smiles before he huffs and sticks his nose up, begrudgingly allowing himself to be hoisted up into the arms of his father, who gives her a quick nod as he walks away.

what an odd father-son relationship.

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you're there to pick megumi up the following day, and boy does he look happy about it. he speed-walks to your side, reaching up to hold onto your pointer finger.

“i'm glad it's you and not dad,” megumi says, chubby cheeks emphasised by the scarf wrapped around his neck.

you look down from your conversation with yuji's dad and, only having heard the latter half of his sentence, respond, “your father? he's in the car, honey.”

and the daycare teacher swears on everything holy that she heard three-year-old megumi curse under his breath.

but that is hopefully just her imagination.

i have this little thought bouncing around in my head! single father simon. (a drabble)

*shrug*

simon ends up with his daughter winnie after her mother abandons her at his doorstep. he was the father, it was his turn to take care of her. simon could handle warfare, he could handle guns and sweat and metal. he could handle blood and bruises.

but a fussy newborn was a little too much for him.

enter you, it was your summer off from university and you were making extra money by babysitting for parents who couldn't afford weeks of posh summer camps. it was decent work and you were pretty good with them! so being concerned for your neighbour, simon's well being, you offered to watch winnie.

simon very well fell in love with you the moment you took the baby girl into you arms. winnie instantly got settled into your grasp, almost like you were her mother.

"what a lovely baby girl." you cooed, you looked at her with such affection already. you looked at simon and smiled, "she looks too cute to be yours." a playful jab.

you watched winnie while simon was at work. you didn't know what he did for work, but you tried not to ask too many questions. all you knew was that the checks didn't bounce when you cashed them.

but being with winnie for so many days had gossip go through the apartment building. you had a baby with simon? why were you in two separate apartments? where did the lovely newborn sleep? she SHOULD be sleeping with her mother (you).

when you tried to correct them, simon always said, "ah don't worry. we'll be havin' our own place soon enough!" his large hand snaked around your waist.

you just looked down at winnie who was sound asleep in her stroller. she couldn't care less who her mommy and daddy were. it wouldn't be hard to be the mother she'd otherwise be without, right?

that was the angle that simon too.

you'd make the most perfect mrs. riley. you were already taking care of winnie, but also him when he came home. you shouldn't be the nanny, you should be winnie's mama.

"she really loves you." simon remarked when you went with him to the pool.

you were in a one piece swim suit and you were making sure that the baby was out of the sun and had sunscreen on. you didn't want her to get sick or burned.

currently she was resting on your chest while you were in the shade. in your free hand you had a book in it and the other was on winnie's back. you said, "i don't know what you're talking about." as if you hadn't heard the comments from the little old ladies about how sweet you two looked.

"look like a real mama."

you looked to him and raised your eyebrows, "i thought i was the babysitter, mister riley."

simon placed a hand on your thigh then rubbed up and down, "nah."

it didn't take long for you and simon to get intimate. he asked you to stay because winnie had been having trouble sleeping. you two shared a glass of wine and then you found yourself face first into simon's bed. the scent of him filled your head as he fucked you into the comfortable mattress.

he loved the sound of your pussy as he fucked you without much abandon. the thickness on your hips would only grow once he made sure his next child was inside of you. you'd be such a good mama, unlike that previous bitch who left him.

maybe there was a good reason why she left him.

cum clung to the fuzz on your pussy lips and was a bitch to clean in the shower come morning.

he woke you up and said, "she needs her mama. she gettin' fussy, doll." then watched you stumble around to find clothes to wear while you checked on winnie as if the little girl was your own. his hand was wrapped around his cock. he wondered how many more times he could finish in you before you stumbled back to your apartment.

the answer was four.

it wouldn't be easy carrying for a sprouting little baby plus the baby boy you were currently pregnant with. you've put school off for a little while and moved in with simon, your due date was in the middle of the semester. now you were trying to figure out what food was good for a teething winnie while also trying to manage the riley son that was occupying your womb.

you were making dinner for your growing family with a cute little maternity dress of. simon was at the table with winnie. he knew that one day he'd have to tell her that you weren't her actual mama. but you were raising her and her little brother too.

"see there's mama." simon said in that grumbled voice of his, pointing in your direction.

you didn't imagine that you would've ended up as a stay-at-home mother to two children who were than a year apart. but as you felt the shift of your 'second' baby inside of you, you smiled.

you heard winnie make a little noise to get your attention. you checked on the pot of sauce on the stove before you turned away to check on your little girl.