Sobbing Rn I Just Want Mammon To Hold Me Until I Fall Asleep - Tumblr Posts
Hold me
"Beel, will you hold me?"
No matter where, no matter how, no matter how many times you've said it before, Beel will hear these words, and take them very literally.
If he's only got one arm free, he doesn't care, he'll wrap it around you, and lift you off your feet as if you weigh less than a dried leaf, holding you to his side like you belong there.
You've learned to take this to your advantage, whether you just really need a hug or your legs are about to give out from chasing the demons around all day, you'll ask Beel to hold you, then bury your face in his neck, wrap your legs around his waist.
Beel loves it when this happens, when he gets to just go about his day with you pressed against his side.
Sometimes, Belphie will get jealous, and that's when Beel gets the best of both worlds. The two most important people in the world on either arm. This will also result in a cuddle pile 99% of the time, and who doesn't love a cuddle pile?
"Hold me."
You have to be straightforward with the avatar of greed to get the best reaction, and don't you dare do it in public or he will explode.
Ask him in his room and then jus flop into his chest, nuzzle into his collarbone and Mammon will just melt for you.
He'll still mutter something along the lines of "Yeah, o-of course you want the Great Mammon to hol-hold ya, human."
His words don't carry any kind of muster, not when his arms fall naturally around you, drawing random patterns over your back, easing the tension in your muscles.
He'll stay there as long as you need him to without a word of complaint, if you fall asleep laying on his chest, Mammon will die before he moves, or lets anyone else disturb you.
You will occasionally wake up with a new hairstyle because he got bored though.
"Satan...hold me please?"
The avatar of wrath can never say no to you, not when you pout and shuffle your feet so sweetly. He'll open his arms for you, let you snuggle into his side, head resting in the crook of his shoulder.
He'll immediately run his fingers through your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead.
If you ask, he'll read whatever book is closest to you, but usually, he wants to hear about your day or whatever thoughts you wish to share.
He loves the way your mind works and often wants to know your opinion on things he encounters during the day.
Sometimes though, he just wants to feel your breath against his skin, feel your chest rise and fall against his. He's never known peace like it.