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[dailyfloweys]

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Day 173 | TV heads

[silverrings-n-prettythings]

3 or 15 with mammon 👉👈 bc im predictable (the one about getting scared is giving me ideas)

LUPPEEEEEEE! Thank yo for being my first request bestie, how very Mammon Coded of you. I chose prompt 3 because, let's be honest, that's super Mammon coded. (He's trying his best!!)

3. Confessing to you late at night when they think you're asleep

Words: 850 CW: None; simple idiots in love

Mammon was greedy, afterall, he was Greed incarnate. He proved his sin true when he counted every shiny grimm pocketed from nefarious means, everytime he schemed a way to pile profit and everytime he lurked in the shadows to extort any poor lower level demon that was unfortunate enough to cross his path. So why was he here, hovering over you and watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest instead of roaming the streets looking for his next profit? It wouldn't be hard; all he had to do was leave his room, shut the door, and leave. Only, his feet stuck solid to the ground beneath him, a thick tar that kept him in place with sickly sticky resolve. 

He tugged at the soft alabaster roots of his hair in frustration. 

“You’re really puttin’ me in a tough spot here.” His quiet admission is whispered in the dark, his own personal confessional as the silver light of the mood filtered through the windows and casted your sleeping form in a soft glow. 

He had only himself to blame, when he first guided you around the Devildom, agreeing to be your guardian as the new exchange student. He didn’t have to help you, and he certainly didn't have to spend time with you when he could have been at the casino betting large on a whim. No, he certainly didn't have to take you shopping with Asmo at his expense just to see you smile and become more comfortable in a new environment. But he did, he found his fingers itching to touch you, his every thought was consumed by you. It drove him mad.

Maybe he was greedy, in the way the mattress dips underneath his weight as he sits next to you. His back furls in as he moves closer to take in the soft features of your face, curling around you protectively like a dragon guarding its hoard of sparking gold. Perhaps you were the apex of his greed, a treasure trove more precious than the gemstones that littered the deep soil throughout the Three Realms. Mammon found it easier to lose himself in things material, stowing himself away in the late hours to obsessively count over his wealth. But he had been fighting internally every time he saw you, to admit that he wanted you more than anything. Words were not his strong suit, they took up too much space on his tongue and cluttered his throat, messily spilling over each letter as they forced their way to the surface. He didn’t like it, he didn’t like how he lost control of himself and felt a pang that sat heavy in his gut when he tried to put his desires into fruition. It was easier this way, with you in front of him slumbering in peace. His own personal confessional, begging to lay his sin bare.

“Y-you–” He sighed when the words died on his tongue, bringing his hand to rub the collective stress away before beginning again. 

“You drive me crazy, y’know? It’s like… I wake up in the morning' and you’re there, in my mind.” His feelings bubbled to the surface, spilling over the heated rim and sizzling.

 “I can’t stop thinkin ‘bout ya. I can’t stand it when you stand too close t’anyone thats not me.”  He’s unaware of how his knuckles turn pale with the force he gripped the sheets with, subconsciously tightening his hold as he speaks of you at the mention of a third party. 

“I just–” His emotions flooded his veins and washed over him in waves. “I just want you to stay with me. I’d treat ya real good, if you’d let me. I… I need you. I–”

He stopped himself, teetering at the cliff's edge while watching the waves crash across the rocky shore below. It was dangerous territory, but he would be a lair if he said the sweet siren song wasn't singing him closer to the edge. Closer, closer… closer.

“I love ya– Argh! I love you.” And with those words, he slips off the edge with arms outstretched as he’s barreling towards the rocky shore. It felt liberating.

Little did he know, you had woken earlier when he sat on the bed. The sound of your heart beat pounding in your ears was almost enough to bury his words. Almost. Hot tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you tried to steady your breath. It felt wrong listening in, despite his feelings being meant for you, but being familiar with Mammon, it would be easier to keep up the charade. Tomorrow, you would show him how much you meant to him, however that doesn’t mean you weren't allowed to have a little fun. You rolled over under the guise of a middle night sleepy stretch, catching him by surprise and tangling him in your sleepy limbs. The darkness provided an advantageous cover, since it was hard to bite back a smile at hearing his sheer panic before nuzzling into his side to coax him into relaxing. You can hear him release a breath of relief before his warm lips press tenderly into your hairline.

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