Asmodeus: *playing with MC'S hair*
Beelzebub: *holding MC*
Belphie: *sleeping on top of MC's legs*
Mammon: *buying MC more blankets for their pile*
Leviathan: *putting in a funny movie for MC*
Lucifer: Why are you crowding MC so much?
Asmodeus: Their toxic ex tried to manipulate them into getting back together, and our dear human started to panic so we deemed this a necessary solution.
Lucifer: Then where is Satan?
Mammon: *grins* Hunting
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when you knock on gojo's apartment door with a tear stained face and wobbly lips, he doesn't waste time.
and by that i mean he doesn't ask questions. he doesn't check the hall to see if anyone's around. he doesn't acknowledge the lateness of the hour.
no, he barely even processes the state you're in before he's pulling you against his chest.
and he holds onto your frame so tightly, as if you're his lifeline. though in this particular moment, it's undoubtedly the other way around.
the air surrounding the two of you remains quiet until he hears you stutter out his name.
"what happened?" he asks gently.
"i-i'm just overwhelmed," you mumble against the fabric of his shirt. "i don't understand why things always have to be so difficult."
even though you aren't entirely positive you're making sense, he hums in way that makes you feel understood.
"do you wanna talk about it?"
you shake your head no. the thought of having to discuss your problems evokes an uncomfortable feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach.
you just want to be held, and gojo is happy to oblige. "alright."
he doesn't say anymore, nor he does he move an inch, save for the small circles his thumb is drawing against your shoulder blade.
he stands there with you until you decide to pull away from him and really, he doesn't mind one bit. he's positive that there isn't a single thing in the world more deserving of his time.
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just thinking about simon helping you fall asleep when you are struggling to.
cw — nsfw, p in v, soft!simon.
there are times where you are just too tired to fall asleep, exhaustion clinging onto every bone of yours and making you a bit too hyper aware of everything, all cranky.
simon was asleep peacefully, though awoken by the constant movements on the bed. it wasn’t that you were being loud or anything, he had just gotten so used to being alert all the time.
“love?” he hoarsely whispered, voice all slippy as he opened his eyes slightly to look at you, his hand reaching out to gently rest on your belly, feeling the way it rose and fell with each breath you took.
“si… sorry. didn’t mean to wake you up “ you mumbled sheepishly, guilt overtaking you as you avoided his gaze in the dark room.
he clicked his tongue softly and moved closed, strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his warm embrace. “enough of that apologising. what happened?”
“just… just can’t sleep.” you sighed shakily and buried your face in his neck, inhaling his comforting musky scent. his large callused hands gently rubbed your lower back, feeling the stiff muscles underneath, probably a result of overworking.
“s’okay, love. i’ll help you, yeah?”
you soon found yourself snugly laying on top of simon, your shorts tossed aside and his girthy cock gently dragging in and out of your fluttering cunt, his sweats pulled down.
“heard that it does wonders to one’s sleep.” he teased, earning a soft whine from you as you clung onto him, letting his lips press soft sleepy kisses on your shoulders, his hand slipped in between your bodies so he could lazily rub your puffy clit, sending relaxing jolts of pleasure.
it was slow and gentle, his cock taking its time tenderly rubbing against your spongy sweet spots, your walls clenching around him while pretty little moans left your lips, eyes getting all droopy.
“my sweet baby, always workin’ too hard.” he whispered gruffly, his other hand holding onto your hip, keeping you still as he thrusted upwards.
you were finally able to sleep that night once he cleaned you up, all satiated and full after orgasming two times before you got too tired, mind already melted into mush while simon cradled your head against his chest, listening to your soft calm snores, sleep soon taking over him too while his softened up cock rested gently against your stomach.
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