I know things aren’t very Fergalicious right now dude but hang in there
Yeah, I'm fine
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Mammon: I don't know how to tell you this, but...I love you.
MC: That's great, Mammon. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
A female Mc making friends with a group of friendly succubi/girl demons, and whenever they come over to hang out or have a sleepover, none of the brothers are allowed anywhere near Mcs room. Of course that's not going to stop any of them. Mammon will try to get in the room, and when that doesn't work they'll resort to trying to listen through the wall to see what Mc has to say about them,to no avail. The only one that successfully infiltrates the sleepover is Beel, who wasn't even trying.And that's because he knocked on the door and went, "Can I have some of the pizza you guys ordered?" 🥺 and then they let him in.
Beel comes out the room hours later with sparkly nails,a bowl of popcorn, and smelling like strawberries. When his brothers bombard him with questions, Beel says he can't tell them anything because the girls swore him to secrecy and that they won't share their snacks with him at the next sleepover if he tells them.
It was Makio that found you, huddled in a carved-out nook of Daki's underground lair, your hands clasped over your mouth and your cheeks stained with tears. Tengen met you later on, after the battle was over and the sun had risen, and Suma explained that they wanted to take you home.
You were a quiet little thing, hesitant to speak and prone to both shying away from any touch whatsoever and clinging to whoever you could reach in turns. He'd say you kept to yourself, but that would've been a lie - you were always wrapping yourself around Makio's arm, sinking into Suma's side, running to Hinatsuru whenever his fingers brushed against your skin, whenever he looked at you in a way you'd already decided you didn't like.
You were scared of him, scared of everything, but with time, with patience, with a great deal of 'encouragement' from his wives, he was gentle enough, temperate enough to coax a few words out of you, responses to questions that should've been asked before they took you in. How long you were with Daki (about a year, but you weren't sure), if she hurt you (never, never, despite the bruises lining your arms, the scars carved into your thighs and chest), what she was going to do with you (you claimed not to know, and Tengen pretended to believe you), and other things, more light-hearted things, about any family you might've had, your life in the entertainment district, if you wanted to try the takoyaki you'd been staring down since they wandered into the marketplace. You're no less quiet, not less shy, but you're more expressive, more likely to smile, more likely to speak before you're spoken to. It's cute, even if he still isn't half as fond of you as his wives. He can admit that you're cute.
You let him touch you, too, even if he can tell you still don't like it, even if you always go so still whenever he takes you by the wrist, or rests his hand on your shoulder, or pulls you into his lap, if only because you're less likely to try to get away when he has an arm wrapped around your waist. You're so meek, so terrified of being locked away again, you don't argue at all when he tells you that you'll be sleeping in his bed, from now on, that he doesn't think it'd be wise to try and contact anyone outside of his countryside mansion. You let his wives coddle you long after your bruises heal, after your scars start to fade, and when Hinatsuru asks if you're going to stay, when Makio grins and Suma nods along, you're smart enough to bite your tongue, to let Tengen answer for you, say that you will, that you want to.
You're such a helpless little thing, after all. So vulnerable, so precious, so unable to fend for yourself, to do anything but let yourself be shoved in one cage after another.
He'd hate to see whose arms you'd wander into, if he ever let you out of his.
medusarises asked:
Oh!! Yes! Very much suggestion of Mammon all fidgety and blushing waiting at the wedding alter in his cute lil suit. 💓
I just finished the chapter where they use the truth bangle on him and he gets so embarrassed confessing his love and how hus only wish is that mc loves him back and i just really want him to get all the happiness and mc love.
unluckykay answered:
I couldnโt decide if he would marry with his glasses on or not so thatโs up to you ๐คง
I LOVE HIS SO MUCH I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY UDJUWUCHEH โคโคโค
Anonymous asked:
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
two-thirtyy answered:
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐
๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: suggestive content, semi explicit sexual content, curses, canon typical violence, minors dni
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: Throughout the years Ran calls you names like only lovers would do. You hate him for it. And you hate your heart even more for being his.
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ: happy valentines-day, have a little ran content. This is my first time writing for this loser, but I think I like the way it came out. Thanks to my lovely ran-expert @chronic-claire-universe for looking it over. And thanks to my former mutual who always gave me cute nicknames. I miss ya. Also please listen to this songs while reading this: call me and hold me the title
[21:41, haitani ran]
Ran likes to call you every name in the book.
It's a bad habit that started after you first met him when he was young, hiding his anger at the world behind snarky comments and his typical lazy smile, somehow knowing how much you would hate it.
It was a joke at first, you think. Being more mocking than affectionate, he was always giving you absurd names when everyone could hear it, when everyone saw your face reddening from anger and embarrassment.
"Pretty play thing," he called you the very first time you met, not knowing you and only interacting because fourteen-year-old ran was bored enough to walk around on his own, crashing parties from other middle schools, aware everyone was to scared to tell him off.
At this time you were too perplex and baffled too answer him, so you just stared back with furrowed brows.
The second time he met you, again at a party thrown by some lower deliquents from your middle school, he referred to you as "pillow princess" in front of his brother who was tagging along this time, only acknowledging you with a short glance before he decided you weren't worth a greeting -until you answered ran with a hissed "asshole" and a drink right in his face. It was the last time he called you pillow princess and the first time he really looked at you, eyes intense, burning and a smile adorning his lips, a real one. It might have been the time he fell in love with you.
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