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[um-soybean]

warning 18+ older roommate!toji fushiguro x college f!reader he’s sad. quiet. heavy. you let him use your ass when he’s upset 🎀

you weren’t even supposed to live with him that long.

it was meant to be a temporary thing three months max. just until your lease got sorted out, or until your boyfriend found a place closer to campus. but then three months turned into five, and then midterms came, and then your boyfriend said he didn’t want a roommate after all. and you were still here. still in that quiet, cool apartment with the fridge full of protein shakes and beer, and the hallway that always smelled like his cologne.

toji was older than you. older in that hard-to-place way. he never said his age, but you knew it was somewhere between thirty and forty. maybe closer to forty. the lines around his mouth made him look tired, but his body didn’t. he worked out every day, left early, came back late, didn’t talk much, didn’t smile much either. you always felt like he noticed more than he let on. always watching, but quiet about it.

it wasn’t flirty. not at first.

just weird little moments.

like the way he’d look at you too long when you came home from class in one of your tiny skirts. or how he never asked about your boyfriend, even when you were pacing around the living room whispering into the phone at night. or how he always seemed to walk in right after you showered, towel still wrapped around your body, hair dripping down your back.

but he never crossed the line.

until tonight.

you were on the couch, like always.

your little shorts were riding up from how you were lying on your stomach, tank top thin and braless underneath. you weren’t even trying to be cute. just comfy.

your boyfriend had texted you something boring, so you were ignoring him. scrolling tiktok. humming under your breath.

and then the front door slammed.

you jumped a little. turned your head slowly.

he was standing there. fists clenched. jaw locked. breathing uneven like he just came back from a fight.

you blinked.

you okay?

he didn’t answer right away. just stared at the wall for a second like he was trying to talk himself down from something.

then, he came over. not fast. not threatening. just walked slowly to the couch and dropped down beside you, hard, his big body sinking deep into the cushions.

he was still in his gym clothes. black shirt stretched tight across his chest, sweat dried along his collar. you could smell him.

he didn’t look at you when he spoke.

fuckin bitch at work tried to make a scene.

you stayed quiet. let him talk.

snapped at me in front of everybody. like she thought i was gonna sit there and let her.

you rested your chin on your palm. glanced over at him.

what did you do?

he scoffed.

walked out. told the boss she could fire me if she wanted.

he rubbed his face.

i’m fucking tired.

you nodded. it was weird seeing him like that angry but quiet. his voice low and hoarse, like he’d been holding it in all day.

he looked over at you.

you always this quiet?

you shrugged.

sometimes.

you heard him sigh again. then he leaned back, stretching one leg out, his thigh almost touching yours.

you laughed softly, glancing back at your phone.

he stared at you for a second too long.

you don’t mind if i sit here a bit, right?

you shook your head.

you live here too.

his gaze lingered.

can i ask you something?

you nodded.

what’s your boyfriend do when you’re upset?

you paused. looked up.

uh… i guess he talks to me? i don’t know. asks what’s wrong.

toji smirked. not cruel. just… knowing.

talks.

yeah.

he leaned over suddenly, one thick palm resting on your lower back, fingers spread gently.

can i try something?

you blinked.

what?

his tone was calm. quiet. almost careful.

s’nothing, don’t make it weird. just… helps me calm down.

his leg moved, sliding up behind yours. his whole body shifted until he was hovering over your ass.

i’m just gonna sit like this for a second. don’t move.

you didn’t have time to react. he eased down, slow, his full weight settling over the backs of your thighs, his hips pressing gently against the swell of your ass.

you could feel it. thick. heavy. even through both layers.

your mouth parted.

toji…

shh. not weird. it’s not sexual.

he rocked forward, slow, grinding his hips into the softness of your ass, slow and rhythmic.

just helps me. not thinking about you. just need to relax.

his hands smoothed up your sides. then back down. you felt his breath on your neck.

you feel warm. soft. grounding.

your thighs squeezed together.

you should’ve told him to stop.

you had a boyfriend.

you weren’t supposed to like this.

but he rolled his hips again, slower this time, a soft grunt in his throat.

feels better already.

and you didn’t move.

you didn’t even breathe.

just stayed there, heavy on top of you, hips pressed into your ass, breathing slower now. you could feel the heat of him through his sweats. the way his cock had thickened, twitching occasionally against your soft shorts.

you didn’t say anything. neither did he.

for a long time, it was just the sound of the tv playing something you weren’t watching, your phone screen dimming in your hand.

then, slowly, his voice came again. lower this time. not angry. just… tired.

she took everything.

you blinked.

he was staring at the floor in front of the couch, arms braced on either side of your waist.

the house. the cars. even the fuckin dog.

his body moved over yours, barely rocking, just enough to keep himself calm.

and megumi. she took him too. didn’t even let me fight for custody. said i was too unstable.

his voice cracked a little.

was i a bad dad?

you didn’t know what to say. you swallowed hard.

i don’t think so. you’re a kind man toji..

his breath shuddered behind you.

he leaned down a little, chest pressing against your back.

you remind me of how things used to feel before everything went to shit.

you looked down at your hand. it was trembling.

toji…

he cut you off, softly.

no, i’m serious. you’re calm. sweet. you don’t make me feel like i’m losing my mind every time i come home.

his hips rolled again. slower now. deeper.

i’m not trying to make this weird.

you squeezed your thighs together.

it’s just comfort.

you didn’t move.

you should’ve.

his hips were still rolling gently over yours, steady and quiet, like it was just breathing. like it wasn’t anything filthy, just some low, grounding rhythm he needed to stay sane. he wasn’t moaning. wasn’t panting. he wasn’t even hard yet. that’s what made it worse.

he was just calm.

and something about that scared you more than if he’d pinned you down.

his hand was still on your back. not holding you. just resting there, like he needed to feel you moving with him.

you felt so soft tonight.

you felt like permission.

he didn’t say anything for a minute. just moved slowly, the heat of his sweats dragging over your ass with every push of his hips.

his hips pressed forward just a little more that time. the drag of him against you firmer now.

you were quiet. you didn’t want to hear this.

but he kept going.

she got cold after megumi. turned into someone else. someone bitter. angry.

you closed your eyes.

and you? you’re not like that.

he reached down again, the tips of his fingers dragging over the waistband of your little shorts.

you’re still warm. you still make people feel safe even broken bastards like me.

you sucked in a breath. your legs tensed, thighs trembling.

toji…

his hand didn’t move. it just stayed there, warm and big and slow.

shhh. not doing anything. just feeling you.

he leaned down now, chest heavy against your back, breath brushing the edge of your ear.

you’re tense. don’t be. this isn’t weird.

you tried to shift your hips. his hand caught them. gently. firmly.

i know it’s hard. being touched like this by someone older. someone who’s supposed to be safe.

his voice dropped lower.

but baby, i am safe.

you let out a shaky breath. your phone slipped from your hand to the floor.

he didn’t even flinch.

you want me to stop?

you nodded.

he paused.

then pulled your shorts down anyway.

only halfway. just enough to let your cheeks spill out, bare and soft under his palms.

see? nothing bad’s happening. just skin. just you and me. you have a cute butt sweetheart.

you should’ve screamed.

you should’ve left.

but he was gentle. slow. sweet even, in a way that made your stomach flutter and ache.

his cock was hard now. you could feel it dragging thick and heavy along your ass, clothed still, but pulsing.

his hands held your hips like they were something fragile.

god… your body.

he breathed it out, low and wrecked, like he’d been holding it in for years.

so much softer than hers.

he lifted you gently. rolled his hips up against your bare ass, the thin fabric of your panties wet now, clinging.

just keep letting me.

you whimpered.

but you didn’t stop me.

he leaned in closer, lips brushing your neck.

your boyfriend still young, chasing life.. maybe he doesn’t touch you like this.

maybe he doesn’t see you like i do.

he thrust again, slow and deeper this time, grinding into the soft spot between your thighs.

your legs spread without meaning to.

fuck, he whispered. that’s it.

just let me soothe myself.

he rubbed his cock along the curve of your pussy, still covered by your soaked panties, every stroke a little longer now, a little heavier.

you felt his hand move around to your stomach, holding you still, the other sliding over your lower back, stroking you.

you’re not doing anything wrong.

his breath was so close now.

you’re just helping me.

and the worst part was..

it felt true.

he didn’t stop.

his hands stayed on your body even while he talked, like touching you helped the words come out smoother. he kept one palm low on your spine, warm and firm, grounding you to the couch, while the other slid lower, curving over the round of your ass.

he gave it a squeeze first.

then rubbed it.

then shook it once, gently, like he was testing the weight of you.

god… she never let me touch her like this anymore.

he said it like it was nothing.

like he wasn’t palming your bare ass cheeks while grinding his cock up between them.

every fake thrust was a little heavier now, cock dragging up the crack of your ass through his sweats and your panties. you were soaked. you didn’t even know when it happened. maybe sometime after his first groan. or maybe after that third thrust when he whispered you’re softer than her.

he rolled his hips forward again, this time deeper, until the fabric between you was hot and damp and clinging.

his voice cracked mid-sentence.

before the baby. before the fucking lawyers.

his thumb hooked the thin waistband of your panties. didn’t pull just played with it, twisting the fabric, tugging it up slightly between your cheeks so it pressed tighter against your pussy lips.

she used to beg for it. used to say she loved how strong i was.

he tugged your panties again. then let them snap back lightly against your skin.

you stayed silent. frozen. dizzy.

now i’m just a paycheck. just a man she wants to rot.

he lifted your hips up again, forcing you to arch slightly, your ass in the air now, bare and soft and trembling under his weight.

but you… fuck, baby, you’re like a memory.

he moaned a little under his breath, grinding down harder, dragging the full length of his cock along your soaked fabric.

you’re like how women used to be. quiet. soft. grateful.

you let out a shaky breath.

his hand stroked the curve of your ass slowly, then squeezed again.

then both hands were on you palming, groping, parting your cheeks just enough to press himself between them.

you feel so fuckin good.

his voice cracked again.

i haven’t touched anyone since the divorce.

he rolled his hips again. the fabric twisted. your panties were soaked through, sticking to your slit, your clit catching just slightly with every grind.

and your boyfriend… he has no idea.

he chuckled softly. not mean. not cruel. just… certain.

you’re laying here with your shorts pulled down and your soaked little pussy rubbing against my cock.

he leaned closer, lips at your ear, breathing heavy.

you whispered his name.

toji…

he kissed the back of your neck.

not sweet.

not gentle.

just claiming.

shhh. i know, baby.

his fingers slid under the band of your panties this time. deeper. skin to skin now. not rushing. just resting them there.

you’re just helping.

and i’m gonna keep using you like this until my cock stops hurting.

his hips pressed forward hard. slow. deliberate. your clit throbbed. your thighs trembled.

just my own little remedy.

my soft little cure.

his hands started rubbing again. up and down your hips. over your ass. down to your thighs.

you’re such a good girl.

his cock dragged right over your cunt. again. again. again.

and the worst part was

you were clenching.

his hands didn’t stop.

they moved like he was sculpting you, rubbing your skin slow, gripping deep in some places, featherlight in others. he was rocking his hips now in soft, lazy grinds cock heavy and leaking behind the fabric of his sweats, dragging up and down your soaked slit through your panties like it was nothing. like it was natural.

your shorts were bunched around your knees. your panties soaked and crooked. and your ass was wide open in his lap, his hands sliding around it, shaping it, spreading it every few seconds just to watch it part.

and god, he watched.

he looked between your cheeks like it was holy.

not rushed. not desperate. just fixated.

fuck… look at this.

he whispered it like awe.

look how perfect you are down here.

his thumbs spread your ass open wider. you felt the cool air hit everything your folds, your twitching hole, the slick that made your panties stick.

you whimpered.

he leaned in. you felt his breath on your lower back.

you’ve got the prettiest lil pussy i’ve ever seen.

he let your cheeks fall back together with a soft slap. then parted them again.

and this fuckin hole… twitchin like it knows.

he chuckled under his breath. slow, low.

baby, this is insane. it’s so tight. so small.

he spread your ass again. stared. watched it clench.

god, you’re squeezin up for me.

you buried your face in the couch.

toji, please…

please what?

he closed your cheeks again. rubbed them in slow circles, then grabbed both and shook them softly, admiring the bounce.

you feel how hard i am, right? just from looking at it.

he ground his cock back between them, slow, dragging it over your pussy lips again and again.

not even fuckin you. just looking at you.

he parted your ass again. slow. careful. reverent.

your lil hole is fluttering like it wants to be kissed.

you let out a soft cry. he groaned.

fuck, you’re perfect. every inch of you. this is what real women look like. not those fake women who don’t know how to take care of a man.

his hand dragged up your inner thigh, fingers brushing the damp edge of your panties.

you’ve got folds like heaven. warmth like home.

he rocked again. slower. your panties clung to your clit now.

i could stare at this pussy for hours. never even fuck it. just rub on it. feel how soft she is.

he kissed your lower back. then kissed just above your ass.

you were trembling now. thighs shaking. face buried in a pillow.

you’re made to be held like this.

he spread you again, slowly. wider this time.

fuck. it’s twitching again.

he moaned, dragging his cock between your cheeks like it was a silk pocket.

don’t worry, baby. i won’t put it in.

he kissed the dip of your spine.

not unless you beg.

and even then, i’d take my time.

you’re not a hole to fuck.

you’re a place to rest.

he rubbed your ass again. grabbed both cheeks. shook them. groaned.

i’ll fuckin cum just like this.

he buried his cock between them again, grinding hard, low, moaning softly like he was almost there.

your hole’s too cute to ruin.

your pussy’s too perfect to rush.

he dragged his tip down once more, pressing it just over your clit through the soaked fabric.

let me finish like this, baby.

just let me use it.

just a lil longer.

his hand reached back down.

this time there was no pause. no warning. no question.

he hooked his thick fingers in the sides of your panties and pulled them down, slowly, steadily, inch by inch, until they slid over the swell of your ass, your soaked folds, your trembling thighs.

he groaned softly, more breath than voice, and let them drop to your knees, then slipped them off completely, tossing them somewhere behind the couch.

then he sat back on his knees, both palms full of your ass, eyes locked between your legs like it was sacred.

fuck.

his voice came out ragged now.

you’re even prettier bare.

you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t. your face was buried, your body on fire.

he parted your cheeks again, slow and steady.

little hole’s twitching again.

he stared, quiet, fixated.

then tilted his head.

is it cause you’re nervous? or cause you like this?

he didn’t wait for an answer.

he just kept looking.

your asshole fluttered open gently with every slow breath. your pussy below was wet and glistening, folds soft and slightly parted from how swollen you were.

goddamn, baby…

he rubbed his thumbs around your hole in lazy, slow circles, not touching the center. just framing it.

your body knows what it’s doing.

he spread you wider. let your hole open, then held it. watched it.

look at her.

fuckin opening for me.

he let go slowly.

watched your cheeks fall back together.

then squeezed them in his palms and rubbed them together, fat and soft and warm like bread dough.

what kinda boyfriend lets his girl walk around with a perfect ass like this and doesn’t keep her home?

he smacked your cheeks together lightly.

then peeled them apart again.

look, look how it moves.

he leaned down, nose close, staring like it was art.

your lil hole’s breathing, baby.

he brought your cheeks together again, slowly rubbing them.

and your pussy… fuck. she’s leaking just from being open.

he reached between your thighs, didn’t touch just hovered.

do you even realize how wet you are?

you whimpered. he laughed.

answer me.

you know this isn’t normal, right?

he spread you again. tilted your hips. watched the slick drip between your folds.

what’s your boyfriend gonna think when he sees the mess you made? when your pussy’s all puffy and your lil hole’s red and twitching like someone’s been using it?

he dragged his cock slowly between your cheeks again, this time skin to skin.

you felt the wet spot of pre-cum smear.

you think he could handle seeing you like this?

you think he could keep calm? ´cause i can’t.

he pinched your ass gently and rolled the flesh in his palms.

you’re too soft to ignore.

too fuckin perfect not to look at.

he kept your cheeks parted, watching your hole open again. slow. pulsing.

do you like being looked at like this, baby?

you like when an older man like me stares at your asshole like it’s worth more than rent?

he ground forward again, moaning deep in his chest.

cause i’d pay for this.

i’d worship this.

and you’re just laying here. letting me.

he pinched both cheeks together, held them shut, then dragged them open again slowly.

your hole’s not even shy anymore.

she wants attention.

she wants praise.

he leaned down, breathing against it.

i could put my tongue here and make you lose your fuckin mind.

not even touch your pussy.

just right here.

he kissed the curve above your hole.

light. respectful. filthy.

you whimpered again. he stroked your hip.

shhh. it’s not weird.

it’s just helping me.

i’m just calming down.

his cock slid back into the mess between your cheeks.

his thrusts got heavier. deeper. slower.

and you just laid there.

open.

dripping.

trembling.

while he used you to forget his life.

and you couldn’t take it anymore.

his hands had been spreading and squeezing you for so long, his voice low and warm against your back, whispering about how soft you were, how good your little twitching hole looked, how soaked your pussy was and you were still just laying there, silent and trembling, thighs clenching, trying not to make a sound.

but now it was buzzing.

everywhere.

between your legs, under your skin, up your spine.

he had you bare and open.

panties gone.

folds glistening.

hole twitching.

and every time he moaned, every time he touched you like you were sacred, something in you lit up.

you couldn’t pretend anymore.

not with how your heart was beating.

not with how your thighs kept inching wider.

so you reached back.

you lifted yourself up, just slightly barely on your elbows and then slowly, you brought your hands behind you, palms warm, fingers curved.

your manicured nails grazed your own ass.

and then you parted your cheeks wide.

for him.

you heard his breath catch.

oh… baby girl.

he sounded broken. reverent.

you held yourself open, cheeks stretched wide with your own delicate hands, and you tilted your hips a little, just enough to give him the perfect view. your asshole twitched once, slow, deliberate. your pussy below was swollen, wet, lips parted from all the pressure and grinding.

you took a breath.

you didn’t even recognize your own voice when it came out.

you can rub it there if you want.

not inside.

just… between.

if it helps you cock..

silence.

then a groan.

low and thick and wrecked.

fuck, sweetheart.

he leaned forward, chest pressed to your back, cock heavy between your hands, and you felt it the weight of it, the heat, the slow grind of fabric against your stretched skin.

you held yourself wider.

your nails digging in a little.

you wanted him to see everything.

feel better, toji.

you whispered it like a sin.

and he moaned.

you’re such a sweet fuckin girl.

you know that?

who the hell raised you like this?

his hands gripped your hips again.

his cock dragged along the dip between your cheeks, slow and thick, fabric catching on your fluttering hole.

not even gonna fuck you.

just let me feel this.

he rutted forward again, groaning, his tip catching your tailbone through the fabric, then gliding down over your hole, your folds, your clit.

you felt it.

you loved it.

you whispered again, softer this time.

does it feel good?

he gasped.

feels like fuckin heaven.

your ass is the softest thing i’ve ever touched.

and your lil hole… baby, she’s clenching just for me.

you rubbed your cheeks together gently, squeezing them with your own hands, then spreading them again.

your own fingers were still gripping the underside of your ass, stretching yourself wide while his bare cock rubbed slow between your cheeks. the room smelled like sweat and sex not fucked sex, not messy moaning porn sex but need. tension. body warmth and breath and skin dragging on skin.

you could feel everything.

the way his cockhead slipped down and caught on the softness between your folds before gliding back up. the weight of it dragging between your cheeks. the friction of slick and heat. the tip was wet he’d been leaking on you for minutes now, every grind leaving more precum smeared across your skin. your hole had started twitching from it, flinching from the pressure every time he passed over it like a nerve ending exposed.

you could tell he was trying not to come.

you could hear it in his voice, the way his breathing changed, lips parting, chest rising and falling faster as he buried his cock deeper between your ass cheeks and moaned against your back.

his hands came to your waist, then lower, thumbs hooking into the dip of your hips, pulling you back into him as he rocked forward with a sharp exhale.

fuck, baby.

i don’t even need to fuck you. this is better than anything i had with her.

you swallowed, lips parted, voice soft.

you can… put the tip there.

he froze.

what?

you kept your hands where they were, nails grazing your own skin.

not inside. just… you can press it there. if it helps.

his groan was raw.

oh fuck.

you nodded slowly.

just the tip.

just to soothe you.

he growled deep in his chest, leaned forward over your body, and whispered right into your ear.

you’re so fucking good for me.

you felt him shift one hand bracing the small of your back, the other gripping the base of his cock. his tip slid down again, lower, lower, and then stopped right against your hole.

you gasped.

the head of his cock was hot. thick. slick. and when it pressed gently against your asshole, you felt it pulse. not pushing. just resting there. full contact. your hole twitched on instinct, fluttering under the pressure. his groan came slow, heavy, drawn out from the chest.

oh baby… that’s it.

you’re holding her so still for me.

fuck, she’s reacting already. twitchin like she knows it’s me.

he didn’t thrust.

he just rubbed. slow circles of his tip over your asshole, coating it with warm precum, letting it glide back and forth, pressing just enough to stretch your rim without slipping in.

you’re not even fighting it.

you’re letting me soothe myself right on your sweet ass.

you were made for this.

this little spot right here.

he pressed the head flat against it, not pushing in, just covering you with the heavy heat of his cock.

you stayed perfectly still.

open.

offering.

not because you wanted it.

just because he needed it.

just to help.

you’re my good girl.

you hear me?

fuck your boyfriend. fuck everyone.

this is mine now.

he ground forward again, hips slow, cockhead sliding wetly against your rim, rubbing his release over you like it belonged there.

and your hole just twitched under him, again and again, waiting.

he didn’t push in.

but he wanted to.

and you could feel it in every quiet breath.

his cock didn’t leave your skin.

it was resting right there, the tip broad and flushed, heavy against your hole. you could feel every twitch of him. the way he throbbed at the base, the heat pooling inside him, the way the pressure kept building, slow and unbearable, until he couldn’t control it anymore.

then he pulled back.

not far.

just enough to let the tip hang.

just enough to slap it.

his cockhead hit your ass once right over your twitching rim.

you gasped, body jolting softly under the weight.

it wasn’t rough.

it was intimate.

another loud slap again. louder this time.

sticky now.

wet.

a ring of his precum had built around your hole, glistening. and when he slapped himself down again, the sound was so filthy it echoed in the quiet room.

fuck, baby.

listen to her.

he slapped again.

you’re clenching every time i hit her.

you like that, don’t you?

you whimpered.

you didn’t say yes.

but your body did.

he pressed the tip back into your rim, slow and heavy, then dragged it down between your folds and back up again.

he could’ve slid in.

you both knew it.

but he didn’t.

he rubbed.

slow, sticky circles, cockhead grinding soft on your asshole, sliding down, collecting slick, dragging it back up like he was painting with it.

then the moan came.

thick.

guttural.

and then..

the first hot spurt.

right on your hole.

it landed heavy.

wet.

thick.

his cock twitched hard in his fist.

you held yourself open tighter.

the next spurt hit the curve of your cheek, then down the split between them, dripping into the mess of your folds.

fuckfuckfuck… your ass takes me so well.

she wanted this.

he was groaning through it, thrusting shallow, rubbing his cockhead through his own cum now, smearing it over your hole, circling it slowly while your body stayed arched, spread, obedient.

he didn’t stop moving.

even as he came, he kept rubbing.

cockhead swirling over your rim, dragging slick into your soft skin.

massaging it in.

you’re mine now, sweetheart.

you’d let me do this again.

no one else gets to see this hole twitch like this.

no one else gets to paint her.

he gave one more slow slap, thick with cum, letting it drizzle down your crease.

you stayed exactly where you were.

hands on your ass.

hole dilated.

pussy throbbing.

his breath on your back.

and he just kept rubbing.

soothing.

like it was never about the sex.

just the comfort of being buried in your warmth.

his calm.

his good girl.

his favorite place to break.

≧∀≦ this little filth has been rotting in my notes for literal months and i finally gave in.🎀

thank you for reading this💗💗

onlypinkslut

[um-soybean]

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[um-soybean]

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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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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