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Mammon and your Pact Marking

Summary: What does Mammon think about your pact marking predicament?

Warning: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THIS‼️ Sorta darkish romance I guess. Pact marking PLACEMENT described. Branding, demon pacts, human mentioned like it’s an insult, reader takes shirt off (not in a gender specific way), mention of reader crying. Sorta fluffy but also in a possessive way idk how to describe it. Mammon is very guilty but also very greedy <3

Despite his protests, Mammon completely adores you. And also despite his protests, you are completely aware. He isn’t sadistic like Lucifer. He wants those he loves to be safe. He wants you safe. Preferably, maybe, probably in his bed or his arms at the very least.

As your first man, he was the first to see the colorful mark appear on your skin. And as his feelings grew for you so did the dark pit in his stomach grow every time he saw the pretty thing on your back. So did the glow of yellow in his eyes as he traced the pattern for the first time.

Of course at first, he was glad the mark didn’t show in such an obvious place. He couldn’t have a human bouncing around with such power over the Avatar of Greed. His reputation as the Great Mammon would be ruined!

Slowly but surely, inch by inch, he wanted to show it off more and more. Almost desperate to rip off the back of your shirt just to rub his marking off in anyone and everyone’s face. Of course, he wouldn’t...but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a genuine idea of his…

Along with him being your first man, his was also the first to burn. And it wasn’t difficult to trigger.

In all honesty, small amounts of greed are easy for humans. Whether you complained Asmo wore your clothes, or huffed when Satan took your favorite book. The marking doesn’t seem to care much about the excessive side of greed, only that you put material possessions over the demons you hold closest.

Mammon didn’t even take into account the fact that you could get hurt. Didn’t care much when he made the pact. How would he know anyways? He’s certainly never thought about giving such power to any human before.

But then your skin sizzles and burns. Warranting the stares of each brother to that golden mark behind your clothes, now burning red hot and straight through the fabric. Guilt surging through those who understood what was happening, because they could not warn you in time.

You couldn’t believe how much Mammon tore himself up about it. So much so you would’ve thought he had gotten burned.

It’s not long after that you both find yourself cuddled up, away from the prying eyes of his brothers. You’ve opted for no shirt, in order to cool off the burning on your back. He spoons you, just to gaze at the mark that’s settled right atop your spine. Like he’s the only thing grounding you to the bones you need most. Or like he’s the only thing, only one, you need most. And that bottomless pit surges up again as he realizes it’ll stay forever.

That no matter what, everyone will know that he’s yours. That you chose him first, not even thinking about the consequences, you picked his marking to decorate your pretty skin first.

No matter if you had to force him or not, don’t worry about that part.

Deep in thought, he traces the already silvery scar as he listens to your previously crying breaths drift off to sleep. Helpless to his own sin as he wants nothing more than for you to fall into it again.

He feels no greater satisfaction in being a source of your greed, than you being the source of his.

Notes: IM BAAACKK. For now at least just to post this. I will admit this has been in my drafts since the OG pact marking was posted (likely before Lucifer’s)… but I just knew the Mammon girlies had to be well taken care of. Partly because as much as I dislike to admit it, I fear I am also a Mammon girly…

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Do Your Arms Belong to Me?

Boothill x Reader

Summary: At what point should you move on? How many times must he disappear on a mission before you realize you can’t have him?

Warning: slightly angsty, reciprocated but forbidden love, Boothill is maybe a bit of a dick and reader is maybe a daydreamer, Boothill is likely OOC as well, mentioned of being “trapped” but it’s more metaphorical and mental, lmk if I missed one cause idk

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Touch - Cigarettes After Sex

Cry - Cigarettes After Sex

There’s nothing worse than knowing you’re wanted, but still feeling the opposite.

Clearly his eyes scream the want for you. Causing you to trip all over yourself just to fall into that same trap.

When he shows up at that abandoned workshop, a grin on his face as he gestures for you to sit.

The sharp teeth you know you want nothing but for him to take a bite out of you.

His human-looking face you want to tear apart through the blurred sight of your crying eyes.

But you stay. Every. Damn. Time. You sit and stay, gazing up at him like he came back from his mission of hanging the stars.

You lead him to your house. Knowing he could find his own way blindfolded. You let him settle on your couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

And, you blurt stupid stories to him while a movie plays. About the old ladies you see all the time; gossiping about everyone, including you. Complaining that your “boyfriend” is never around. Always on long trips. Scolding you for not having a good man around.

You never have the heart to argue or tell them otherwise. The heart to them that you’ve never been with Boothill officially. The heart to tell them that you dream of him every night and yet have done nothing but brush lips with his.

That more than anything you wish he would stay. Stay for you. That you wished you didn’t have to turn around and find him gone. No note, no gift, not even his metallic scent.

You even mention one of their grandsons. The one you went on a date with the last time Boothill left you. Angry and hurt you went out the guy. And even worse. You liked him. He made you feel good.

Made you laugh through tears, just like Boothill. Dorked around with you, made the worst jokes, even had things in common. Most would say you just, clicked.

Made you talk in that gut-wrenchingly soft voice, the one you save for when you end up in bed with none other than Boothill. All during the first date.

Making you feel like shit for comparing him. But wanting nothing but Boothill.

And he told you, Boothill told you that he couldn’t have you. That you couldn’t have him.

And yet you end up the same way. Clinging to him as your breath entangles with his. Lips much too close to each other to still be considered friends.

Desperately hoping for another outcome.

One that never comes.

Because the morning after, your heart wakes with a hangover and one side of your bed clearly untouched for hours.

You sit up, curse yourself for being stupid. Maybe let some tears slip as you slip under the covers like a small child.

And maybe a month or two later you glance at the light in the workshop. Maybe your hand settles on the handle instead of forcing yourself home.

Maybe, just possibly, hating yourself for dragging your pathetic heart through the same trap. Through the same cycle. Entering to find his sharp grin and an empty seat just for you.

Note: I literally rewrote this FIVE times. I’m just gonna have to deal and accept it’s not my best piece😔 (certainly not my worst) if you are one of the 10 people that saw the OG welcome to the remake/repost!

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🌟Ĥ♡ИҠΛĪ: SƬΛŔ ŔΛĪĿ🌟

ꕥAngst ꕥ

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ꕥ Do Your Arms Belong to Me? ꕥ

At what point should you move on? How many times must he disappear on a mission before you realize you can’t have him?

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thinking about sitting on the couch post-movie with mammon.

mammon tenatively rests his head on your lap, his gaze at last meeting your eyes. which was simultaneously the worst and best decision he ever made. because, dammit, your eyes are so. fucking. beautiful. despite his desire to spend the rest of his life looking at you - only you - he finds his eyes closing in relaxation as you quietly hum.

his eyes don't stay closed for long. you absently card your fingers through his silvery hair, and he lets out a moan. open-mouthed. head tilted back. eyes still closed. eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle in pure bliss.

his eyes shoot open, staring at you wide eyed. you briefly stop your ministrations, just as shocked at his reaction. and he is SO. EMBARRASSED. so, he turns his head, averting his gaze. but he turned to the wrong side, and now his mouth is centimeters away from your crotch.

in his attempt to remove himself, he scrambles and falls off the couch, slamming against the floor. he stares at you in horror, sitting up with his hands against the carpet, breathing heavily, face flushed bright red.

you stare at each other, completely silenced.

then, you let out a laugh, your eyes shinning brightly. you try to cover your mouth, but you know there's no point.

mammon sputters incredulously. "s-stop laughin'! 's not funny!"

you only laugh harder, falling off the couch yourself in your fit of hilarity.

despite his slight displeasure in your amusement, he can't help but tilt his head and smile.

you're his everything, don't you know?

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a/n: trying something a little different with a short little imagine. hope you guys like it 💕

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Lucifer and Your Pact Marking

Summary: What does Lucifer think about your pact mark predicament?

Warning: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THIS‼️, Lucifer being a sadist, lightly suggestive maybe, branding, demon pacts, kinda dark romance sorta thingy so angsty?

Lucifer wasn’t at all aware of how your pact marks would affect you. Only knowing it would likely be a stronger feat than a simple glow. However, after discovering the burn that permanently brands you as a demon’s, he had to have you.

On the days leading up to making your pact with Lucifer you could already feel his eyes. The cold calculating ones until you turned and looked, only to find yourself burning up as you stared back at him.

He smirked more often, eyes landing on a piece of your skin that’s always just a bit showy. A little sliver of skin near your chest. Just over your heart. And though you would barely catch the longing behind his facade as you were set to leave the Devildom, you could also catch his intense desire to rip you apart. He wanted something you didn’t know you could provide. And you didn’t know if you would survive providing it. It drove you crazy.

When he finally did make a pact with you he gave you that same stare, and everything fell into place. Due to a few former incidents the demons around you had finally understood the harshness of your pact markings. A couple making marks into your skin already as your precious demons began to rub off on you. Lucifer wanted that. He will have that.

And so you find yourself with a pact with the Avatar of Pride. It would be just impossible not to feel pride yourself right? You conquered the 7 Deadly Sins. Made them obey. And so begins the true form of Lucifer’s sadistic nature.

As you lie in his bed with your newly burned skin, his wings wrap around you. Holding you and blocking the light to calm your headache. Cooing at you and kissing your hair as you cry. You groan in pain, unable to move and seeking comfort in Lucifer. He allows you to. Or if anything, he wants you to.

What you don’t see is that same smile from before, teeth almost peeking out when he catches a glimpse of that skin. The same skin he set his eyes on. The only piece unmarked and the only piece showed off the most. And now, only one of those is true. He can’t take his eyes off you. The most prideful creature in the three worlds and yet a mere human manages to capture his attention with a branding. His branding.

He knows his brothers are jealous. For not thinking of the same bit of skin. For not knowing sooner how it would affect you. How it would show off the control you have over them, and the possessive power they have over you. He adores it. They should be jealous.

No matter your personality, Lucifer feels a sickening warmth in his stomach when he sees the silvery mark on your skin. And though he seems indifferent, he stares when you don’t look. As if he was a pervert off the street. But looking away quickly as you face him again.

You may never know his true feelings behind the matter unless you sleep with your eyes open. He may never even think of the idea to show you how much power your scar holds over him.

Note: Hi! Thanks for reading! This is my first time writing for Lucifer and I’m not sure if I actually like it (hence why it took so long to come out). I wasn’t sure if people wanted a fluffy sequel or darker sequel so I just stuck with darker.

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WARNING TO PEOPLE IN JJK FANDOM! This user @luckymakercycle is posting art uncredited ( @baobei-bu ) along with snippets of jjk reader insert stories from users like @screampied and @tonycries with links to sites that contain viruses! Don't click on the links! They've also been posting the same with Sonic stuff most recently!

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"how do i make this abt haikyuu" in every possible situation

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Pact Marking

Summary: What happens if your pact marks burn instead?

Warning: light description of burning skin, talk OF burning skin, brandings, a darker side to pact markings, mention of death, no ship or specific mention of other characters

Reactions: Lucifer Mammon

Pact markings but they burn into your skin when you use that sin.

They start off as colorful tattoos. Bright and intricately designed just to mark your skin. To be a traceable feature of you. To symbolize the beauty of your newfound demon. A pretty marking, or a horrible mistake. But as your rage builds, as your pride makes others merely stepping stones, as you glance around to ensure no eyes follow as you swipe something, it burns.

Every deadly sin makes a deeper and deeper branding. Smoke flowing off your skin with a searing pain. One that even prevents you from doing so for too long. Or, that is so subtle you don’t even notice till afterwards when your skin flakes off a burnt black or furious blisters decorate your skin instead.

You bear it alone. Only Solomon with his endless years of use and numbness bears it. Bears one. No other human has been graced with the same curse you have. Meaning no one can know what it will do to you in the long run.

It’s unknown if the marks will eventually burn into your bones. If the marks will taint your blood. Or if by the time it happens, you’ve already died from the pain.

Maybe you manage to resist the temptation after the first time. Maybe, you learn your lesson and refrain as best you can. No matter the healing time, nothing can stop the remnant of a silvery scar etched in to your soft human skin.

Because you’re not dealing with just simple demons. Demons whose pact marks only tingle and glow when you use them.

No.

You’ve made a pact with THE Seven Deadly Sins the lords of temptation themselves, and you will bear that scar, that weight, and that burden no matter if your pact is eventually broken.

Note: Well then! I’m back (likely short lived) thanks for reading! This came to me randomly while trying to find a really specific lesson 16 fanfic (I didn’t find it).

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LMAOOO I LOVE THEM

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“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real

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"Walking side by side with a person like you"

"Without you I'd be lonely, Fushiguro"

And what if I kill myself

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Please stop and listen to our painful story and help me save the family 🇵🇸🇵🇸

Help me get my father and mother out and secure their lives

The story of my father and mother who suffered from illness and lived under the wall of a tent

“The tent was their only shelter. Its winter wall was made of threadbare fabric that did not protect them from the cold or summer heat. Inside, they were lying on a thin mattress, two defeated bodies suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure. They woke up every day to the sound of chronic pain and dreams. That relaxes with every breath.

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✨️💖🔥 Random dialogues between your bf Mammon and you 🔥💖✨️

🔎Summary: A list of short dialogues that MC (gn!reader) probably has with their boyfriend, Mammon (headcannons).

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Suggestive����, so not recommended for minors. Swearing. Some funny (I think). But mainly Fluff.

📝 Note: Sometimes I get these ideas of dialogues between a character and another, sometimes these become fics, some others don't; but I write most of them nonetheless. Here's a list of dialogues between MC and Mammon that never actually became a fic on themselves, but are kind of interesting nonetheless + some other ones I thought while compiling these. These are borderline headcannons.

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—I bought ya a hoodie—.

—I love it! Wait..., isn't it mine just like the one you're wearing?—.

—I-It might...—.

—So you got us matching hoodies?—.

—M-Maybe...—.

—... That's literally the cutest thing ever—.

—Your smell always helps me to relax, Mammon—.

—Say "Aaahh"—.

—Do you want to hold hands?—.

—I-I'm not s-s-scared!—.

—Come on, babe, you don't have to pretend with me—.

—Thanks—.

—You are so handsome!—.

—Yeah? I am?—.

—Yes...—.

—Yer hair always smells so good—.

—Why don't you say what you really mean?—.

—T-there's nothing t' say! Ya already know, doncha?—.

—Come on, Mammon... Mammon! This will literally save your life!—.

—F-fine! I lo-love ya..., like: really, really, REALLY love ya... Wait. The potion effects just disappeared! Thanks treasure!—.

—Tell me what ya want and I'll get it for ya. I promise—.

—Just give me a kiss—.

—Careful. This might cost ya—.

—Fine by me. I'll assume the payment, so how much is it?—.

—More than some kisses, I'll tell ya that much—.

—Nice...—.

—S-stop starin'!! It's embarrassin', y'know?! ... C'mon! I'm naked here! MC!—.

—Hey, let's ditch this borin' party 'n make our own in my room—.

—I like your eyes!—.

—W-What are ya sayin' all of a sudden?!—.

—Ya look cute today—.

—Th-Thanks—.

—I like it when you let your tie loose, there's something so hot in that—.

—Hug me!—.

—F-fine. The Great Mammon will grant yar wish, human—.

—Mammon! Don't do that!—.

—Wh-What? Ugh! Fine!—.

—I wanna spend the rest of my life with ya—.

—Wh-What are ya doin' here in the middle of the night?!—.

—I missed you!—.

—I love you!—.

—Come on, Mammon. I'll help you with your homework..., again—.

—Do you know what ADHD is?—.

—No, not r- Uh! A fly!—

— ... —

—S-Sorry, treasure. What was that again?—.

—Babe! I got the perfect plan t' make us rich in no-time!—.

—Does it involve scamming, gambling or stealing?—.

—... N-no—.

—I want ya to be happy. And I... I don't think I- —.

—Sshh... You are the only one who could make me happy!—.

—I know you're the one—.

—Don't cry. Come here—.

—Ya're an angel, y'know?!—.

—An angel it's a stretch, babe...—.

—Mammon, hold me!—.

—Doncha cry. I gotcha, treasure. I'll hold ya all ya need—.

—I love ya—.

—Thank ya, MC! Are ya actually an angel?!—.

—Not last night at least, and you know it—.

—Sh-Shuddap!—.

—S-Stop teasing me! Mammon!—.

—Mammon! Apologize!—.

—Dammit! Fine! S-sorry Levi...—.

—Don't go near him—.

—Are you, perhaps, jealous?—.

—D-Don't smirk like that!—.

—Do you know how gorgeous ya are?! Ya drive me crazy—.

—Ya... Ya're my treasure...—.

—Stop laughin'!—.

—I'm sorry Mamms! It's just too funny!—.

—I-I think I'm back in the Celestial Realm...—.

—That's it! I'm gonna murder those witches!—.

—W-Wait! MC! Doncha- Hey! Lucifer! Help me out here!—.

—Kiss me!—.

—F*ck me!—.

—Hey, MC, have ya seen m' shirt?—.

—Which one? The one that I'm wearing right now or... Don't look at me like that! All of these smell like you!—.

—... K-keep 'em all then—.

—You look cute when you wake up, half asleep, with your hair all disheveled—.

—S-stop—.

—I-If ya act all cute 'n sweet like that, I won't be able to keep my cool—.

—I will always protect ya—.

—And I will always protect you!—.

—I love your voice, sing me another song—.

—I know better than anyone else how much you love your brothers; even if they don't believe it—.

—Just write the Grimms sign in front of every number and you'll get them all right!—.

—MC, that... That actually might work!—

—Ya're a spoiled little thing, y'know?—.

—Maybe. But I'm YOUR spoiled little thing—.

—N-nooo. Doncha get up... let's just cuddle all day long—.

—Get in the shower with me—.

—O-okay...—.

—I've- I've written songs 'bout ya—.

—What was that? Say it louder, please—.

—J-Just hear me play, 'kay?!—.

—That's the most romantic thing ever, Mammon—.

—Movie night?—.

—Movie night—.

—When I knew you love me back, I was so happy!—.

—I'll count every single beauty mark in yar body, then—.

—Wanna escape with me?—.

—Always—.

—Where are you taking me?—.

—It's beach time, baby!—.

—Re-Remember that time when... HAHAHAHA...—.

—Pffft! Y-yeah. HAHAHAHAHA!—.

—Doncha know all ya make me feel?—.

—F-fine! Ya don't believe me? Then I'll make a list of all the things I like 'bout ya: Number 1: Ya're kind. Number 2: Ya're smart. Number 3: (...). Number 101: I like the way yar nose wrinkles when ya don't like something. Number 102: (...) —.

—That's not true, Mammon. I know you're kindhearted and sweet, even if you try to act otherwise—.

—A-A-And what if I'm collecting every s-single poster y-you're in?! Aren't you my boyfriend after all?!—.

—Should we get a pet together?—.

—Should we have children together?!—.

—I love it when you blush like that. It's so cute—.

—I-I'm not cute!—.

—S-Stop teasin' me! MC!—.

—You look so hot right now—.

—D-Doncha suddenly say stuff like that!—.

—Will ya marry me?—.

—YES!—.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text or texts here were made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning this is fan-made. | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with and within this post].

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He could fix me (a fictional man from an otome game)

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every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).