I didnβt sleep at all last night, so consider this self indulgent. Iβd sleep like a baby if I had this man in my arms to tease and fluster. Ahhhβ¦. A man can only dream.
Mammon x Gn!Reader! Rated G for the fact Mammon is so fucking whipped lmao.
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Not for any particular reason, but it had been a hard night for you. Something about the upcoming tests and the way you'd been feeling lately, it all culminated into a miserable night, and a bone-deep soreness come morning. Peeling yourself off your mattress is more a mercy to your already exhausted bones, and you hop in the shower praying for some kind of relief from your exponential exhaustion. Cold water and some fresh clothes help, but itβs only once you've poured yourself a cup of coffee do you finally remember being human.
Everyone at the breakfast table seems to notice but you can hardly keep their questions straight, let alone your answers. Lucifer says something, Satan responds, even Belphie chastises you for not seeking his help with something like sleep. Everyone's concern registers as sweet in your delirious mind and you try to remind yourself to thank them all later, when you're functioning again. Belphie, Beel, Asmo, Satan, Levi and Lucifer's voices chase you as you begin the walk to R.A.D but it isn't until it's quiet that you notice the absence of Mammon's.
The soft sound of footsteps doubles in your ears and you try to focus on the cobblestone path in front of you. It wouldn't be the first time you've tripped on your way to school and in your current state you're surprised your staying upright. Your bag pressed too heavy into your hip acts as a guide, and you try to remember to thank Asmo later for finding you such a high-quality one that works well for your books. Your feet map the route to your first class almost automatically and when you sit down, it's a fight to not fall asleep immediately. It's impossible for you to follow today's lesson, but the loud way Mammon seems to badger the instructor today has you feeling that it might not be important. When your head hits the desk, you can only recall the volume of it before you're rudely woken by the sound of the bell.
It's a struggle to get to your feet and then to the next class but somehow, you manage the route even through your daze. The rest of your day continues in a similar fashion. Miraculously finding your way to class, your bag weighing heavier on your hip, and Mammon being too loud for the staff, but familiar enough to sleep through. By lunch, you've had at least one REM cycle worth of sleep and feel just a little more present.
The greed demon encourages you to sit at the table while he grabs you some food and you can't argue with the demand, even if this meal might cost you three times the usual in interest and service charges. When your knees hit the table, you hear Simeon giggle and comment "Just like a puppy hm?" But you feel far more like a newborn faun than dog. Maybe he's insisting you're blind and you try to look around a little harder to see what he means. It's then that Mammon places a tray in front of you and gets into an argument with Levi at your other side. Not that you even noticed when the Otaku sat down, but the two of them fighting for the right to sit next to you feels warm in the bone-deep cold that comes with a sleepless night. When you snicker at them, they both seem to concede somewhat and leave you to your meal.
Clean linen and vanilla flood your nose you with the bell and when you lift your head from the table once more, it's to the angel's warm smile and soft gloves. He strokes your face and whispers a "Good Morning" so sweet that you'd have exploded if you weren't in a different solar system. Blinking roughly doesn't seem to shake the fatigue from your eyes, but the sudden jerk of your body and brisk pace to your next class does drag your back to earth somehow. The sudden awareness speeds through your system like a instant frost and you blink to connect the sensations you'd been feeling all day.
The first is the weight of your bag. The sensation of pressure at your hip suddenly becomes more acute and intentional. It isn't the weight of your books knocking into your side, but Mammon's hand placed firm and supportive, guiding you between the halls in the way you'd assumed your feet had remembered. He's oddly quiet and you aren't quite sure how to take that but once you're seated at your desk, you put your head down just to watch what might happen.
The second sensation clicks when you pretend to sleep at your desk. You hear the soft inhale of the instructor by your desk, the tell-tale sound of a scolding ramping up, but it doesn't come. Instead, Mammon gets loud. Annoying, combative, soon enough he's arguing with the instructor in that charming way only he can do without getting into too much trouble. He makes himself in the problem, the class clown and waves it around like a beacon until the instructor finally brushes it off and forgets you were ever the problem. You stare at Mammon then, inspecting his profile like one might dissect a painting for its meaning. When he pulls out a notebook and starts jotting down whatever the head-demon says, you realize he's probably been doing it for your sake as well.
You don't sleep through that class, and when you're in the hallway later, you realize that Simeon hadn't been talking about your when he'd mentioned acting like a puppy. There are still a few classes to go for the day, but you find it more unreasonable to go now than you had this morning. With a squeeze to his hand, you manage to derail Mammon to the courtyard, and despite his consideration and vigilance all day, he says nothing about the detour when you take the initiative.
Once outside, you manage to find a secluded spot in the gardens and drag him down beside you. There's a beat as he watches you, trying to anticipate your actions before you can make it known what you want but despite his attentions, when you half crawl into his lap and kiss him flat on the mouth, he's a stunned as if he hadn't known you were there at all. It takes another second for his mind to cycle and when it does, he's wrapping his arms around you like he's worried you'll break.
"Hey, what're ya' doin'? We're still in public, even if we're basically sittin' in a bush." Even when he scolds you, it doesn't feel like he means it, and with the way your foreheads press together, you're sure he's just glad you're sentient again. Pushing him down a little further, you manage to rest your nose to his neck and the way he rests his temple to yours feels warmer than you have all day. He mentions class, but even as the words leave him, they hold no conviction.
"Mamm', 'm cold." You pull him closer then and he complies, intent on giving you anything you want. "Can't do another class. Wanna go home." There's an obvious fight behind his eyes, but it only lasts a moment before he's sighing dramatically and getting you to your feet. Once stood, he looks as deeply into your eyes as he can and considers his next actions. You decide then that you might milk this just a little more, since he's already been so kind to you all day. "Carry me, Jewel Bug." You lean in and whisper the words against him, feigning a soft wobble like you didn't just drag him out here on your own two feet.
Instantly he concedes and picks you up on his back. The walk home feels languid but there's nowhere else you'd rather be than with him like this. The way his hair smells, the feel of his deceptively strong back, the soft, whispery voice he uses to check on you as you make your way back the House of Lamentation, it all feels more comforting than even a good night's sleep might. "Love you Mamm'.." You whisper to him, a soft confession in his ear that he's heard hundreds of times before. Still though, it manages to make his shoulders shake and you snicker to yourself as you get comfortable on his back.
Being home feels refreshing but you aren't satisfied until your dressed down and crawling onto your bed. Mammon adjusts the blankets before crawling in beside you and in moments, you're cozy, warm, and beginning to nod off. In your weary mind, you have a sudden memory of wanting to thank everyone for their kindness and consideration from this morning. The thought pulses behind your heavy lips and you fight to push the words out for your lover.
"Thanks, Mamm'... You've been so good to me all day.... good to me always" His body stills like you burnt him and when pulls you close it's like he needs it to survive. "Love you... Stay with me?" The greed demon is defeated immediately by the soft, sleepy lilt to your voice, not that he ever stood a chance. He buries his face in your chest and nuzzles into you desperately. When you thread you fingers into his hair, he whines like the puppy Simeon had said he was.
"I... Love ya too. Just...go ta' sleep. If ya' keep soundin' like that I'm gonna' get worked up and then neither of us will get any sleep at all. You don't have to thank me for shit, you're mine. What else could a guy ask for?" He squeezes you tight and your own happy giggle is the last sound you hear before you pass out, wrapped around your lover. It's the sound that plays in your dreams and the sound that gets cut off with a very loud and demanding knock a few hours later. When Lucifer nearly kicks down your door, you find that even through a scolding, being wrapped around your partner is enough to reenergize you in all the ways that matter. You hope Mammon feels the same as Lucifer grabs him by the ear and drags him from your warm blankets. Maybe instead of thanking him for all his efforts today, you should be finding something to apologize instead.
