Thinking About Watching Tomura Sleep.

thinking about watching tomura sleep.

maybe lying on the bed, rolling onto your side, thinking to yourself this is one of these times you want to last forever. few are the times in which he looks so peaceful — you can see it in the way his eyelids are shut, his expression completely relaxed. there's no stress, anger or nothing that can possibly perturb his peace, and it's written all over his slightly parted lips, soft snores and occasional spasms of his limbs. he's so unaware of how beautiful he looks, how much you admire that peace. all of that is a motive for a smile to sneak into plain view — it's a moment to treasure.

but just when a finger reaches for the strand of his hair curtaining his face in order to brush it away, you realize that, in fact, he's aware that you're there. a surprised squeak leaves you when your wrist is tugged at, so that now you're pulled into him.

"quit watchin' and sleep instead." he sighs, a trail of his hoarse voice, product of his sleeping, coating his words.

now that he's wrapped his arms around you, buried his nose into your hair, and he inhales the scent of your shampoo, easily dozing back off, now it's safe to say that he's truly at ease.

i just know whenever you bend down to pick something up aizawa instinctively covers any table/ furniture edges with his hand so you wouldn’t hurt yourself on them

he’s super protective of you and wouldn’t let you get hurt ever, yet when you do walk up to him with a bruised knee or an injury in general he sighs but in his mind loses it at the thought of you actually getting injured badly

He’s just so afraid of losing you/ having you hurt :(

a/n: this inspired me so here's a lil drabble nonnoe bc u are so fucking right 😍

warnings: death and injury mention, body horror imagery i think, nightmares, kinda angsty but also fluff if you squint

gn!reader

he's seen it one too many times. his classmates when he was in high school. his friends when he's out on missions. his students now that he's a teacher.

he's seen broken bodies, smashed bones, what seems like gallons of blood that flowed across ground.

shouta can't help but panic a little when he sees a bruise or cut. his instinct to protect you, to make sure you're always safe kicks in. he can't help it that when you bend down to reach something, his hand automatically positions itself that you don't bump your head. or how he instinctively puts himself in between you and the road when walking down the sidewalk.

he knows that it might seem obsessive, but if you don't mind his protective instincts, than what does it matter? he just can't bare the thought of you, your perfect and wonderful self, torn to shreds. ripped apart. he can't bare the thought of a coffin and gravestone with your name engraved into it.

though a little bruise on your knee may seem minor, he holds you tightly for the rest of the day. images of you laying in a pool of your own blood flashing through his mind.

and you know. you understand. you let him hold you, whispering reassurances, cuddling him closer. you smile at him when he moves his hand after your head pops up. you comfort him when tears come in the middle of the night. when the nightmares are so bad he jolts awake, trembling in your hold with wet cheeks. you see all of that and you love him regardless.

you're all he has. he can't loose you.

this is a work of fiction that belongs to @/k0dzu1. do not copy, translate, or repost.

Dadmas Day 1: New Baby

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x f!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: a little bit of new parent anxiety mentioned, but that's about it. all fluff <3 also your baby has wings.

notes: he would be the best dad and no one can tell me different <3 scared out of his mind, I'm sure, but so, SO good to you and your little baby :(

Being married to the fastest man around certainly comes with it’s fair share of perks, especially when you’re a new parent.

You hear the warbled cry over the video monitor and it wakes you from your much needed slumber. You'd only just gotten back to sleep and you need so much more rest, but you know that you’re not likely to get it. Not with a 10 week old. Not when your husband works the hours that he does.

He didn't want to have to go back to work so soon. He tried and he tried to stay away, so that he could be home with you for the first few months, but the Commission isn't exactly an organization that he can say no to. You were just grateful that you got the couple of months with him that you did have.

The past couple weeks have been an adjustment period for everyone in your precious little family, but you were all managing. You know he worries himself sick about you both when he's on duty and you can only imagine how tired he must be by the time he arrives home, but he always insists on taking over and letting you get some rest.

You rise from the bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you shuffle into your slippers to head down the hall, already looking forward to Keigo breezing in through the door to usher you towards the couch for a breather.

You silently hope that maybe, just maybe, your son will fall back to sleep on his own. Maybe you can head back to bed right now and get just a few more minutes of sleep.

To your surprise, the baby does fall quiet. His whine tapers off and you hear him coo oh so quietly. It must be a miracle, you think to yourself.

But then a wave of panic hits you. That nagging thought that always pops up unwelcome in your brain: what if he's quiet, because something happened?

Trying to fight combat the negative thoughts, you tell yourself that he's fine. He must be learning to soothe himself. That's a good thing! There's no need to worry and you certainly don't want to wake him if that's the case.

Still, you scurry back to nab the monitor from your bedroom, turning it on with hopes that you'd be able to see his tiny little chest moving up and down. Maybe catch one of his adorably petite wings twitching in his sleep. Something, anything.

Full blown panic sets in when the monitor powers on and you see nothing. Just an empty crib.

Your heart skips a beat and you almost drop the monitor as you go to take off, but then you hear it.

"Yeah, you're okay, little guy," you hear your husband coo, just barely catching a glimpse of his wing before he strolls back in front of the camera, gently rocking your baby boy back to sleep.

"Mommy needs her sleep, y'know. I think between the two of us, we're gonna end up driving her crazy one day, so let's at least let her get some rest, yeah?" He continues whispering to the child as he paces about the room. "You need sleep too, so you can keep growing, though I can't believe how big you are already."

You clap a hand over your chest, tears welling in your eyes as your heart swells. Maybe the influx of hormones or the delirium of not getting any rest had something to do with the onslaught of tears that begin trickling freely over your cheeks, but it mostly had to do with thr fact that you married such a good man.

He wasn't convinced that he'd be a good dad, despite how badly he wanted kids. He was terrified that maybe he'd end up like one of his parents, despite how you assured him that you knew that would never happen. He was too pure of a soul to let it.

Still, for all your reassurances, he never really believed he'd be great at this, but right now you were seeing the proof. You could only hope that he was able to see it too.

How could he think he was anything less than a great father so far? Even on nights when it seemed like your son would never stop crying, he remained calm enough for the both of you. He was always doing more than his fair share, saying that he had plenty to make up for, since you're the one who had to suffer through labor. Even before the baby was born, he'd surprised you one day by filling the nursery with ay and every little thing you'd mentioned wanting for it. He took the weekend off to make sure that everything was just right for your little one before they even came home.

And here he was, swooping into the nursery—even though he was supposed to be on patrol—to soothe the fussing infant, so that you could get a modicum of more sleep.

You set the monitor back down and travel down the hall to slowly and quietly swing the nursery door open. Keigo freezes in his tracks, though he keeps rocking the baby while he stares at you as if he'd just been caught redhanded.

"I had the monitor app open and I know that you'd only just put him down," he stars explaining, speaking quickly and quietly as he starts shifting his weight from one foot to another. "I was close, so I figured I'd just pop in and take care of it, so you wouldn't have to get up."

"Baby, do you think I'm upset with you or something?" You laugh, though the sound is barely audible.

You're aiming to stay quiet as you approach so that the baby who's nodding off in his arms continues drifting off to sleep. A warm smile tugs at your lips as you look down at the cherubic figure all bundled up in his strong arms. The little wings definitely help him look even more like an angel. Getting a baby swaddled while having to mind said wings is a bit of a chore, but it's worth it to see them the plush crimson feathers ruffling as his eyes close and he lets out the tiniest, cutest yawn you've ever heard.

Keigo's also briefly distracted by the noise and you catch the look on his face when he glances down at your little bundle of joy. You've seen the way he smiles at you. How soft and warm and full of radiance that smile is, but still, that's nothing compared to how he looks at the little miracle that you'd made together. It makes your heart swell with pride all over again.

"No. I mean—," he shrugs, looking a little helpess in a very cute and adorably sincere way as he peeks over at you before carefully laying your son back down in his crib. "I don't want you to think that I don't think you can handle this or something like that."

"Baby, it's okay," you say softly, taking another step closer to wrap your arms around him from behind and gently nuzzle your face between his wings. "I know that you don't think that. I know that you're just doing everything you can for us and I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate it."

He smiles to himself, looking down at his slumbering son as he folds his arms over yours, just enjoying your embrace for a moment.

"You both deserve nothing but the best. I really don't mind rushing back home for a few if it means you get another hour or sleep. You deserve it," he whispers, giving your arm a squeeze before he steps away to turn and pull you into his arms.

"And that's exactly why I will never stop telling you what a great dad you are," you reply, smiling softly as you drape your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. "Pretty good husband too."

It's dark in the room, but you can feel the heat rising in his neck to flood his face as you start walking backwards to guide him out of the nursery.

"Just doin' my best," he murmurs, mirror your smile as he sends a feather off to close the door behind you once you step out into the hall.

"Well," you say as you begin to walk your fingers along his pecs. "Since I am already awake and you're here..do you have some time?"

His eyebrows raise, hands slipping to your hips as he brings them flush against his own. "I think I can make some time. If you're sure you don't wanna just head back to bed," he adds sincerely, checking your expression to make sure.

"You two are worth losin' sleep for," you whisper, smiling as you lean in to press your lips to his again as you tug him into the bedroom.

Mc that likes touching/tracing their pact marks? Like they randomly tap on it pat it or trace random shapes on it?

I'm not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind, if not I'm sorry! Also sorry for taking so long I have no excuse lol. I couldn't think of anything for Asmo or barb but I might write one for them later if I think of something.

Enjoy!!

Lucifer-

Lucifer had never been in a pact before you so he had absolutely no clue what to really expect. He was sitting in his room doing paperwork when he felt a gentle, very gentle tapping on his inner wrist, gentle tapping that turned into small circular motions then back to tapping. He moved his wrist to his face to observe the spot and only saw the small star that symbolized his pact with you. “I better look into this.” He muttered to himself before setting down his pen and pulling out his phone, he spent a good twenty minutes looking but couldn't find anything helpful. “Perhaps lord Diavalo will know what this is.” He thought as he opened the prince's contact and hit the call button. The phone rang only a single time before Diavalo picked up, “Lucifer? You don’t normally call around this time. Did something happen?” The prince knew something must have happened for the firstborn to call out of the blue. “My apologies Diavalo, about twenty minutes ago a felt a strange tapping on my wrist, right where my pact mark is. I'm not sure why it's bothering me so much but I wanted to know if you knew what it could be.” A large grin made its way to Diavalos face, “I’m not surprised that you don't know,  you’ve never been in a pact before, I also had this feeling before but Barbados explained it to me. Your feeling what MC is feeling where the pact mark is. MC tends to caress the marks, it's actually quite comforting once you know it's them.” Lucifer hung up and set his phone down, he covered his mouth with his hands as a heavy blush adorned his face, he didn’t know why but to him it felt so intimate in a different way than he was used to. It was such a wholesome sort of affection that Lucifer had never even imagined before and for some reason, it flustered him like nothing else. He felt the gentle circular motions again and nearly melted in his seat, he felt like a kid with their first crush but at the moment it didn’t matter.

Mammon-

It took him a while to figure it out, he figured it was some weird pact thing and thought it would go away. It didn't go away, it never irritated him like he thought, it felt like someone was tracing symbols on his shoulder and sometimes on his chest and it was really comforting. He was feeling it right now at the casino, he was about to recklessly bet a lot of money but when the feeling started he suddenly felt like he should call it a night. You were the only one who could ever get him to quit early but you weren’t here right now so why was he suddenly feeling responsible?

He got his answer as soon as he stepped into his room. There you were, laying on his bed and tracing the feathers of his pact mark on your shoulder and he suddenly felt stupid for not putting the pieces together before. He was feeling you and your worry for him is what made him stop before he went too far. “Oi, what are you doing?” He acted annoyed but his heart was melting. When you heard his voice you perked up immediately, “Your back early!” Mammon couldn’t stop his smile at your happy expression, “Yeah, just felt responsible tonight ya know? Also, I couldn't just leave my human all alone now could I?” As he spoke he climbed into his bed with you and pulled you close to his chest, now that you were unable to see his face he let his smile turn love-struck as he held you close. 

Leviathan-

He fell out of his chair the first time he felt it, it scared the crap out of him, “Ahh!” He pulled up his pant leg to see if something was crawling on him but saw nothing, “Levi! What's wrong?” You sat up from where you lied in his bathtub bed and looked over at him, “N-nothing! I.. I just felt something touching my thigh.” He calmed down from the shock and got back into his chair. You knew, you knew immediately what he felt but weren’t going to tell him, not yet anyway. You waited until he was comfortably in his chair again then traced the pact mark starting from your ankle and going up to your thigh, Levi jumped again and once again pulled his pant leg up to check if something was there. 

You couldn't keep it together and started laughing, “Why are you laughing at me!” He cried, you quickly got out of the tub and sat down in his lap, giggling more at his flustered expression. “Levi look.” you put your hand on your thigh where part of the mark was and gave a squeeze, in turn, Levi felt a gentle squeeze on his own thigh. "The pact mark connects us more than I thought!" You giggled again as Levi wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hid his face on the back of your neck. "D-don't scare me like that!" He kept his flustered face hidden against your neck. "Ok, I'm sorry Sweetheart." You took one of his hands in yours and gave a gentle squeeze.

Satan-

He already did extensive research on pacts, when Asmo first made a pact with Solomon he wanted to know everything there was to know about them. He even forced Asmo to answer a ton of questions regarding the pact. He began doing his own experiments when he entered his pack with you though and today's test would be the pact mark itself. “MC, are you busy right now?” He knew you weren’t since you were only sitting on the couch with a snoozing Belphegor on your lap. “Not at the moment, why?” You turned your gaze from your phone to him, “I require your immediate assistance with something. Would you mind joining me in my room?” You looked down to Belphie then back to Satan, “Sorry, Belphie is-” “Great, thank you MC I greatly appreciate it.” He grabbed the collar of Belphies shirt and gently tossed him off your lap and onto the ground, “Shall we?” Satan smiled innocently at you while offering you his hand. ‘You are so mean, take me.” You accepted his hand and he pulled you to your feet and began leading you away. “Asshole.” You heard Belphie mutter bitterly as you walked.

Earlier when he and Asmo were doing some ‘detective’ work he felt something caressing his hip, gently tracing the mark around his hips that matched yours. He immediately abandoned the detective work to test the theory he just thought up. “So what's all this about?” You asked, “Just a little experiment, don't worry it's nothing big.” Satan said as he let go of your hand, “Could I see my pact mark?” He asked, he seemed almost giddy, “of course.” You held back a giggle as you lifted your shirt just a little and tugged your pants down just enough to fully show off the thorned vine mark that wrapped around your hips. Satan's smile widened when he saw it, he always loved seeing his mark on you. “Now just hold still a moment.” He moved to put his hand on your waist but stopped before he made contact, “may I?” as soon as he got your approval his hand met your skin and he gently traced the mark that went around your waist, feeling a similar feeling himself, “I knew it.” He smiled proudly, “Knew what?” You were doing your best not to squirm but the way he traced the mark ticked. “I can feel when our shared mark is being touched. I felt it not long ago and had to come test it to be sure.” You rolled your eyes and moved to kiss his forehead, “You're such a nerd. I love you.” Satan ignored the nerd comment and wrapped you in a comforting embrace.

Beelzebub-

He always gets this love-struck look on his face whenever he feels you touching the mark and sometimes(always) will seek you out. "MC, there you are." He feels so happy when he sees you absentmindedly tracing the mark while scrolling on your phone or doing any other activity. "Beel! Perfect timing, I was just about to go looking for you. Do you wanna go to madam screams with me?” Beel nodded, “We should invite Belphie too. Do you know where he is?” Beel asked, usually Belphie would be using you as a pillow but was nowhere to be seen at the moment. “Nope, how about we go look for him?” You reached out to Beel and he pulled you to your feet and into a tight hug. “Whoa, your awfully cuddly today!” You weren’t complaining though, “Sorry, I just wanna hold you.” He said sheepishly, “I don't mind! Hold me all you want.” He brought his hand up to where his pact mark was on your neck and very gently traced the web pattern. “Is the mark what made you feel so mushy?” You asked with an amused smile, “Yeah, I get happy when I feel you touch it.” You felt your face heat up and wrapped your arms around Beel the best you could. “You’re so cute!” you heard snickering not far from where you stood and turned to see Belphie laughing at the two of you. “Cringe.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Shut up Belphie I know you wanna join us!” You reached out to him and he eagerly joined your hug. “Wanna go to Madan screams with us Belphie?” Beel asked him after a few moments, “How could I say no? Let's go.” 

Belphegor-

When he feels it he feels very cocky about it because he knows it's not a spot you can get to easily considering it's in between your shoulder blades. He knows you’re thinking of him when he feels your touch on his matching mark. “What's got you grinning like that Belphie?” Mammon asked, “MC.” He responded vaguely, “How? They’re not even here right now there at home sick.” Mammon rolled his eyes at his youngest brother, “I’m gonna go see them. Tell Beel where I went.” Belphie got up and left the classroom, ignoring Mamon telling him that Lucifer would be mad.

“MC, there you are.” He entered your room so silently that you didn't even notice him until he said something. “Belphie? What are you doing here?” You asked, you were lying on your stomach with your hand reaching up your back to touch Belphies pact mark. “I felt like coming back to take care of you, is that so wrong?” You knew he only came because he felt you touching the mark and that's exactly what you wanted. “I’m glad you came but won’t Luci be mad?” You asked, “Ew, don't call him Luci in front of me. Now scoot over.” He invited himself into your bed and Kowalad himself around you, “Belphie what if you get sick?” You relaxed into his embrace but still worried about the demon. “You’re human illnesses have no effect on me.” He murmured before promptly passing out. You shook your head with a grin, before falling asleep yourself.

Diavolo-

He gets the biggest smile on his face when he feels you touching his mark and it only makes him happier to see you doing it. When you’re in meetings and he sees you idly tracing the mark he had to restrain himself from pulling you to his side and holding you for the rest of the meeting. “Diavolo?” He was snapped from his thoughts by Lucifer, “Oh sorry. I got a little distracted.” Dia had been shamelessly staring at you the entire meeting like a lovestruck puppy. “Perhaps we should exclude MC from these meetings and inform them of everything after, seeing as you can't keep your eyes off them for even a moment.” Barbados said with a dangerous smile, “Now now there's no need for that! MC come sit beside me.” Your amused giggle made Diavolo's heart flutter, “Will you be able to focus better with me by your side?” You asked, “I believe so, now if you would.” You got up from your spot beside Lucifer and sat beside Diavolo. He moved your arm to rest on his thigh so he could trace his pact mark himself.

suna rintaro •

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

how abt mammon and MC who gets super clingy/needy during PMS/their period?

Mammon was burning alive under your warmth, plus your heated blanket, plus the fact it’s the middle of winter and the heat is on blast. But it was worth it since you were finally resting after a long day of bathroom trips, overwhelming emotions, and just… stress. Just stress.

You were clinging onto him, clenching your eyes shut, trying to nap while your stomach was in knots. You pressed the heat into your stomach and pursed your lips, Mammon saw your expression and stroked your hair.

“It’s okay, I gotcha.” He kissed your head.

“I love you.” You told him. “I really really really love you.” You rubbed your face against him almost like how a cat would. He was red, either from the heat or your claims.

“Love ya too.” He said softly, heart warming as your smile stretched across your face. “Whatcha makin’ that face for?” He teased you, hoping he didn’t step too far.

“Because I love you.”

Man, if you weren’t as cute as a button right now. He hates seeing you in pain, but your face was absolutely adorable how you nuzzled into him. “Ya gonna just answer all my questions with that?”

“I love you.” Was your answer, albeit, confirming his suspicions. You went from laying on your side with your hand and face on his chest to just plopping on top of him. He can’t believe that he wishes for a fan now in arctic like weather. He rubbed your back, slipping his hands underneath your top. You let out a little noise, approving of his actions. “Your hands are cold, it’s nice.”

“I dunno how they’re cold, but if you like it.” He reminded himself that the furnace (you) on top of him was his partner, someone he loves dearly, and for you to be this clingy, you must truly be suffering.

Mammon could barely feel your heartbeat syncing with his. He had turned off his tv and every other sound so you could nap and he could only hear your breathing and his. He could feel how you wiggled your feet, moving the blanket around and he could also tell when you were bracing for another cramp, your body tensing up. Mammon felt as though he was fully in tune with you and that nothing else was there. Just you and him.

He remembered when he got up this morning and went to go get water and then returned to find you looking distraught. You were embarrassed to tell him that you were sad that he left but he was even more humiliated when he found out that you upset about that. Also, yesterday, when you were in class and decided to text him every 2 minutes, begging for his attention. Mammon, of course, indulged, how could he not? Or last night, when you kissed him and wouldn’t stop even after he, yes the avatar of greed, was exhausted. He was somewhat familiar with the menstrual cycle, but he wasn’t surrounded by demons with uteruses all the time let alone humans, so you really educated him fast.

Now, he had you down to a T. All that mattered was that you needed to be on him 24/7 and that you needed comfort. He was so used to being material and to buy you everything you wanted, to get you every bit of chocolate or every French fry or every pair of fuzzy socks you wanted. You loved that but you loved him more. Truth be told, nothing made him happier to know that he was your primary comfort. He was what you needed.

He looked down at you, angling his neck awkwardly to peek at your eyes. You were asleep, finally. He smiled to himself and kissed your head, still tracing his hands up and down your back. “Love ya, treasure.” His voice was lower than a whisper, only for him to hear. “I love ya so much.”

Note: this is literally me. This ask is me.