The djinn Master does not understand why the wolf won't cooperate. They keep stubbornly lashing out, to the point where only a few younglings now dare to come close enough to feed them and bring away their waste bucket.
He looks at the growling wolf with disappointment. Most of the scars they have acquired were not necessary. He feels a slight sense of pity for them.
"Just be good, wolf, we could work toge-"
They throw themselves to the silver bars, and this time even the djinn Master flinches at the sizzling sound.
"... alright. Perhaps you need more time."
As he leaves, he instructs the young djinns to half the meat rations for the wolf. Perhaps, if they are weakened enough, they will see more reason.
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Since the game sent us to the past and the brothers do not know us, imagine how difficult it is for them in the form of fallen angels. So we in the form of a demon know that the brothers love, including for nesting. Asmo does not know what kind of cream he should use Alpha right there, no one can calm Satan down, we immediately know what to do with him. Levi is unsure we know how to cheer him up and what to say. We help Belphegor to arrange a sleeping place and are always ready to pat his head. We take Beelzebub to his favorite restaurants and buy his favorite food. So the brothers are shocked that an unfamiliar demon knows better than they do what suits them and likes it.
I LOVE this idea so much, like I've been reading everything I can find on this topic.
[PLEASE send me more ideas on this topic, I'm living for it at the moment.]
I'm going to run with the nesting thing first.
Because I'm certain that the Devildom doesn't have the same nesting supplies that you can get in the Celestial Realm.
So, all the boys know what kind of nesting materials they prefer, but now they can't find those materials. It's incredibly distressing, especially for those who rely on nesting more often (Levi, Asmo, Mammon, Belphie.)
Imagine them going through different materials, looking for that one feeling they need for their nest, crying or getting angry attempting to build their nests without it.
Because it's not comforting and safe without the materials that they need.
And then you give them a blanket as a gift.
At first they're a little embarrassed, because nesting materials are very intimate courting gifts in the celestial realm, but when they touch the fabric, oh, it's perfect.
They tear up and have to keep it together. The urge to run back to their room and immediately build is a nest is overwhelming.
They choke out a thank you and then pretty much run to go and build a nest that finally, finally, makes them feel safe and relaxed.
AND
Imagine the brothers' horns giving them trouble. They itch after a while because they don't know proper horn care, and they're desperate enough to accept help when MC offers to show them how to do it.
So MC grabs something rough, like sandpaper, sits on the couch, and encourages the brother in question to sit on the floor between their legs.
But little do the demons know, the base of their horns in incredibly sensitive.
MC knows, of course they know.
The second MC starts, they go completely lax, hands pressed over their mouths, eyes closed, because oh that feels amazing.
They start purring, and they haven't had many reasons to purr recently, so it feels extra good.
And Mc just smiles knowingly, expertly grooming their horns in the way they know is just right.
When Bela saw an alpha caged, snarling against the djinns, their muzzle scarred so gruesomely, they felt rage. But more than that, nearly overpowering, horror.
Because no alpha should be kept confined. Like an animal, pushed towards the edge of insanity in that way.
Personally, I really love that the Alphas are small in size. I'm a small person myself, and I'm used to people thinking that I'm weak or them not taking me seriously because of my size. I'm sure that a lot of people who are smaller in size have experienced stuff like that. So it's super cool that you decided to go against those stereotypes and show that Alphas can be super strong and powerful leaders while also being the smallest type of werewolf. It just means a lot to me.
I totally get why people might want them to be bigger, and I'll still love the story no matter if you decide to make them bigger or not, but I just wanted to share my opinion! And even if they stay small in wolf form, people can still make their MCs really tall in their human form if they want!
To be completely honest, this is what I was going for initially. The subversion of the trope, in a way. I understand that having smaller alphas might be off putting, but it doesn't influence them since they are literally like Honey Badgers/Wolverines. Full of rage, basically unkillable with unreal thick skin, deadly bite, picks fights with things three size them and wins.
Summary: Mammon was always greedy for you attention, you knew that, but when he crashed an outing youâd been looking forward to, you couldnât let him get away without some punishment.Â
Warnings: Erm, reader is a teeny bit harsher than I normally write, but I think thatâs it. And just in case, there is definitely an established safeword here, but itâs not mentioned.
âThis is my favourite place to see you, Mammon,â you purred as you looked down at him.
Mammon was kneeling on the floor in front of you, still wearing his RAD school shirt and loose tie but nothing else. He was dripping precum all over the floor and leaving patches of his white shirt completely see through.
You ran an appreciative gaze down his body. It was at times like this that you were reminded that Mammon was a model.
âPlease!â Mammon groaned, little tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. âIâm begging ya, I wanna cum so bad!â
You believed him. His cock was a throbbing red and leaking mess. You had been teasing him for the best part of an hour with a vibrator taped to the head of his cock as a punishment for what had happened yesterday. And although the vibrator was no longer in play, Mammon was still clearly feeling the effects.
âJust because you want something, doesnât mean youâll get it,â you said with a tight smile, circling his kneeling form like a vulture. âLike how I wanted to spend the afternoon shopping with Solomon and Asmo, and instead, you decided to ruin that for me by crashing it.â
Mammon had the decency to blush and hang his head, but not enough decency to apologise apparently. Instead, he opened his mouth and managed to make everything a whole lot worse.
âI was jusâ trying to protect ya!â he argued. âSolomon is shady, you canât trust âim! And I donât like how Asmo is always hanginâ off ya.â
âIâll decide who I can and canât trust,â you said firmly. âYou wanted my attention, and look, now you have it. You should be happy.
âIn fact, I even have a gift for you, to show you how much I⌠âappreciatedâ your crashing.â you grinned down at him.
âA giftâŚ?â Mammon asked hesitantly, fingers flexing nervously against his bare thighs where they rested. He wasnât stupid. He knew he was unlikely to enjoy this gift when you had made it clear that you were displeased.
You grinned like a predator, flashing your scent in a show of dominance, and Mammon shivered, his curiosity being the only thing that kept his head from falling submissively to the floor.
After a small period of silence to raise the tension, you pulled a new and shiny golden cock ring out from behind your back and held it up, watching it glint in the dim light. You couldnât resist buying it for him when youâd seen it at one of the high-end sex stores that Asmo had happily dragged you and Solomon to before Mammon had crashed the outing.
Gold suited Mammon the best.
(And how he had preened when youâd first told him that.)
From the moment you had revealed the ring, you watched Mammon go through a rather amusing series of emotions. At first, he looked excited, he loved when you gifted him things and his greed always flared up around shiny valuables the most. But when his brain caught up and he realised what it was, horror slowly crawled across his face like a shadow.
âŚ
âYouâre so dramatic, puppy, you can last longer than this, youâre fine,â you purred, biting at the juncture between Mammonâs neck and shoulder.
Mammon whined, pushing back against your thrusts and shaking his head as best as he could while it was pushed into his pillow.
âI canât last! I need tâ cum,â he complained, words muffled somewhat by his pillow. You only hummed against the back of his neck.
Mammon was obviously frustrated at your refusal to budge because he huffed and immediately snaked a hand down to try and remove the gold cock ring himself.
You growled and slapped his hand away. No matter how many times you punished him, he was always so naughty.
âKeep your hands off the ring or Iâll put you in a chastity cage for a week.â
Mammon squawked in protest.
âYou canât put the great Mammon in a chast-â you cut off his complaints by speeding up your thrusts and sucking a hickey on top of the bite mark from earlier. Mammonâs words devolved into moans and babbles almost immediately. And although he wasnât saying anything of note, the babbles were loud enough to drown out any other noises in the room.
You angled your thrusts to hit his prostate every time, scratching down Mammonâs thighs occasionally, tugging at his hair, anything you could think to drive him wild, and it worked. Mammon got more and more desperate as the minutes ticked on, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure from someone who knew his body better than he did.
âIâll do anythinâ, please!â Mammon begged, pausing for a moment to bite into the pillow as you hit his prostate particularly hard. âI need to cum, please! Please, please, please!â
You slipped several fingers into his mouth to stop his begging. Mammon slobbered all over your fingers immediately, clumsily sucking on them with more teeth than necessary.
âYou keep talking, baby,â you cooed at him, fingering the golden ring locked around his cock. âBut thereâs one thing you havenât said yet. Thereâs a word that unlocks the ring, my love.â
Mammon makes a little wounded noise.
âI donât- I donât know-â he whined. âAlpha, I donât know, you know I canâ, I canât figure it out, Iâm not smart, please.â
âYou are smart,â you praised him immediately, peppering kisses on Mammonâs neck. âJust remember why youâre being punished, my love, I believe in you.â
Mammon was silent for a moment before he gasped. Heâd figured it out. Such a clever boy.
âIâm sorry!â he wailed. âIâm sorry for ruining your day with Asmo and the shady wizard! Please take it off! I canât take it anâmore!â
âGood boy,â you whispered into Mammonâs ear, revelling in the shudders that followed.
With deft fingers you slipped the ring off Mammonâs straining cock and tossed it somewhere onto the floor. Only a few seconds later, Mammon came on the bed, spasming around you and letting out one of the most obscene moans you had ever heard. You followed suit a moment later, filling up your omega while you rubbed soft circles onto his back.
âYou did so well, Mammon, youâre so clever, figuring it out so quickly.â
Mammon automatically nuzzled into the pillow at your words. He was always bashful when you complimented him, bashful but delighted. So, when you had scenes where he was being punished, the aftercare was always full of cuddles and praise, Mammonâs bread and butter.
âCome one, sweet omega, letâs get you cleaned up.â
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i think mammon dealing with an obessive ex (or just ex in general) would be very chaoticđ¤ even if him and his alpha arent dating at the time he takes it very seriously! hes their first man so this other omega has to gođ things def get very dramatic and they both probably forgot youre literally right there...
I'm imagining this scenario like that video of two dogs either side of a gate trying to fight each other, but the second the gate is pulled back, they awkwardly turn away, tails between their legs.
This is Mammon and your ex. They both just posture and make outlandish claims and threats and have a dramatic argument at RAD, but neither one is willing to make any physical move XD
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"How can you be first, if I dated them before you, dumbass?!" your ex screamed across the halls of RAD, dramatically flipping his hair over his shoulders. "That's not what first means, but I guess you're too stupid to understand."
Mammon sputtered indignantly, waving his arms around.
"Yeah, well, you don't count as first because they only dated you out of pity!"
Your ex gasped dramatically, clutching at his invisible pearls.
"How dARE YOU!!!"
"I dare whatever I want to dare!!"
"That doesn't even make any sense, why are they dating an idiot like you?!?!"
You watched the ridiculous back and forth with a blank face, pointedly ignoring the looks you were getting from the rest of the RAD populous.
This argument was definitely revealing that you had a type...
"You bitch!"
"At least my alpha loves me! Oh wait, you don't have one of those!"
Oh and also...with Asra, that lovely little thing UGH!, I wanted some angst...like their alpha finds out that they were dead and Asra was not there for them...actually he had left them alone to travel, if it was me I would be angry, he was my their alphas bestfriend before their relationship builds and he had left them alone...I just need to yell at someone, sorry but these weeks have been really stressful for me and I need to take it out! Also *whispers* you are the best!
@bluetooththereptile : Hmmm "You left me behind, why should I trust you?"
Thank you!! So, the reader is angry at Asra hiding stuff and leaving them? I can do that!
"You're leaving again."
It wasn't a question, you knew the drill at this point. You were sitting in the middle of the night in the corner of yours and Asra's living space. You'd been feeling a sense of dread all week, and tonight, you couldn't sleep.
You were glad. Because you'd caught Asra tiptoeing downstairs and writing a note, presumably explaining his soon-to-be absence, against the kitchen counter.
Asra jumped at your voice, obviously having missed your presence in the darkness.
"You're here! I-"
"Where are you going?" you cut him off, wanting to skip the whole sing and dance and get straight to the information. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the frustration, but either way, you weren't in the mood for his bullshit.
Asra hesitated at you tone, but quickly covered his expression and smiled at you. Yo loved his smile, but it wouldn't work on you today.
"I won't be gone long-"
"That isn't what I asked."
Asra stopped talking at your second interruption. You could see that he was beginning to understand the situation he was in. You weren't playing around. Distantly you could smell his scent taking on a nervous tinge. Good. He deserved to feel even a sliver of the anxiety he always caused you by leaving you behind.
"You know I-"
"'Don't like leaving you'," you mocked, finishing the sentence you'd heard so many times before. Asra's eyebrow twitched. You were starting to get on his nerves.
"Stop interrupting me, I'm trying to explain-"
"But you never actually explain anything!" you burst out, patience wearing to nothing. Your voice was loud, uncaring about the neighbours who would likely be asleep. "It's always 'I'll be back soon', 'Don't worry about me' or 'I wish you could come with'. You never tell me what you're doing or where you're going or give me a reason why I can't come with!"
"Please, stop shouting," Asra said, eyes closed like he was in pain. "I'm sorry, but please, if you could just trust me-"
"But you always leave me behind, why should I trust you?!"
Asra reeled back as though he'd been hit. In the new silence, your erratic breathing was more obvious than ever. You were furious.
Asra opened his mouth but you held up a hand to stop him.
"Stop," you begged. "Just don't, I can't hear your excuses right now."
You walked past him, slapping away his outstretched hand and pointedly ignoring his hurt scent. Right as you reached the doorway, you turned back to him only long enough to give your parting words.
"Just leave, Asra, and don't bother with the stupid fucking letter."
And with that, you briskly walked into your bedroom and slammed the door, heart and head pounding in equal measure. You listened for the tell tale sounds of him leaving before you collapsed onto your bed. Maybe the tears would come tomorrow, but right now you were simply too exhausted.
Summary: There was one final gift that you had prepared for Julianâs birthday but had still yet to give him. Some people think that âfavour tokenâ cards are a lousy gift, but you reckon Julian wonât have any complaints. Alpha!Dom!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (but no sex while under the influence)
You absently rubbed at your tired eyes as you filled a tray with an array of breakfast food. It had been a late night followed up by an early morning, but you were determined to wake Julian up with breakfast in bed. His birthday might have been yesterday, but there was something important that you didnât get a chance to give him, so his birthday celebration was going to have to bleed over into this morning.
With the food done, you stopped quickly to splash your face with water to help perk yourself up and grabbed the gift you hadnât had a chance to give to Julian yet, and then headed to the bedroom where you hoped Julian was still sleeping.
âWakey, wakey,â you sang gently as you waltzed into the bedroom with the tray resting on your hip. âTime for breakfast, sleepyhead.â
Julian groaned and squinted up at you blearily. You giggled because he was clearly feeling the left-over effects of last nightâs drinking.
You settled down next to him and pulled him into a sitting position (but you let him lean on you so he can wake up gently, of course, you werenât cruel) before slipping the tray onto his lap.
âIs it my birthday again, darling?â Julian croaked into your shoulder. âNot that Iâm complaining, it looks delicious.â
âYou deserve spoiling every day,â you crooned into his hair with a smile. Julian snorted, but still accepted the breakfast and started shovelling it into his mouth. âBut no, itâs not your birthday again, however I remembered I forgot to give you one of your presents yesterday, so I thought I could give it to you now.â
âânother preânt?â Julian asked through a mouthful of breakfast.
âYes,â you laughed, kissing him on the head. âI couldnât give it to you with the other presents because I wanted to wait until we were alone. I was going to give it to you when we got back last night, but we were too drunk.â
Julian smirked at you.
âOh? A gift you have to give to me alone, I wonder what sort of gift that could be?â
âPfft, you wish,â you teased, ruffling his hair and removing the now empty tray before replacing it with a small box tied with a bow. Julian ducked his head and chuckled.
âCute,â he smiled, loosening the bow and taking out a small stack of cards. For a moment, he looked puzzled, but as he read the card sitting on the top, he huffed a small laugh.
ââI will cook dinnerâ,â he read out. âThereâs three of those. âYou can choose date nightâ, ha, that will be fun. âI will give you a massageâ, Iâll definitely use those.â
He read on and on, obviously enjoying the tokens youâd written for him, until his face suddenly dropped blank. You knew which token he had come to. Julianâs fingers twitched nervously around the card and he was pointedly not looking you in the eye.
âWhat does the card say?â you gently prodded. âRead it out loud.â
Julian awkwardly cleared his throat but did as asked.
âOne time use only⌠We will get mated,â the last word came out as a whisper.
âYou can use it whenever you want,â you promised, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck.
âI-I mean, darling, are you sure? Not that I donât- but Iâm-â Julian stuttered, wringing his hands.
âMy love, look at me,â you ordered softly. âIâm ready whenever you are, and donât doubt for even a moment that I would be honoured to be your mate.â
You both sat in silence for a moment as Julian processed your gift. And then Julian did something that surprised you: he shyly handed you the card.
âCan this be redeemed immediately?â
âŚ
âThis is it,â Julian panted, a bright blush staining his face. âAfter we do this, you canât return me anymore.â
Julianâs voice and words were playful, but you could hear the insecure undertone as clear as day. He was nervous. He was tentatively putting out a feeler to try and find any hint that you might regret mating with him and abandon him.
Even at times like this, when he was under you, when you were inside him, when you were as physically close to each other as two people could be, his insecurities crept around the corners of his mind.
âDonât be silly,â you smiled, leaning down closer to his face. âItâs always been you, for me. Mated or not, married or not, itâs always us, âtil death do us part.â
Julian let out a shaky breath at your declaration and you could feel his hands clenching a little when they rested on your waist.
âNot even death could stop me from loving you,â he promised, locking his ankles behind your back.
âCheesy,â you grinned, bopping him on the nose. âCan I move now?â
âYes,â he breathed out, looking at you like youâd hung the stars in the sky. âPlease, darling.â
You started to gently rock your hips back and forth, supressing a laugh at the way Julian immediately relaxed like the pillow prince you knew he was. It felt good, as it always did, to be buried inside your soon-to-be mate, but today you felt especially warm and fuzzy, knowing you were pleasing Julian, whose scent was still tinged with anxiety but ultimately lighter than itâd been in months, and knowing that you were about to mate him for real.
âYou feel so amazing, omega,â you groaned. âSo warm and tight, so beautiful for me. We fit together so perfectly, like we were meant to be.â
You wanted to make him feel as good as you were feeling, so you shifted your mouth to an extra sensitive part of Julianâs neck and delighted in the way his breath hitched and the goosebumps. You were in the mood for a little bit of teasing, so you hovered there for a moment, before running your teeth over the area where his mating mark would soon sit.
Julian clenched around you. He had such a sensitive neck.
You waited for the moment when Julian opened his mouth, probably to complain about you taking your time, and then started to suck small hickeys in a little circle around the area where you would soon bite him. Circle marks the spot.
âStop teasing,â Julian panted despite him leaning enthusiastically into your kisses. You simply grabbed him by the hips and dragged him that little bit closer in response, pushing yourself that little bit deeper and then picking up your pace.
For a while, the only sound in the room was that of your skin knocking together as you both basked in the feelings and emotions.
âYouâre beautiful,â you said suddenly, rubbing your nose against Julianâs. Julianâs responding laugh was lined with a touch of hysteria. Tears began to appear on his waterline, remaining there just long enough for you to notice them before he blinked them away. The emotions were getting to him. âI canât wait for you to finally be my mate.â
Julian just continued to laugh quietly. He was overwhelmed.
âIâm going to speed this up, okay?â you asked quietly. âI canât wait any longer for us to finally be mated.â
Julian closed his eyes and nodded. He was never normally this quiet, but you seemed to have stolen the words from him today.
You dragged your hand down his chest and wrapped it around Julianâs red cock, gathering the precum from the top to help you smoothly run your hand up and down with a little twist at the end the way he liked it most.
âOh!â
âFeel good?â you grinned, watching Julianâs flush climb down from his face to his chest. Julian bit his bottom lip, but you kissed the lip free. âDonât bite too hard, my love, I donât want my mate to hurt themselves.â
âIâm not your mate yet,â Julian quipped with a nervous grin.
âThen letâs change that.â
You slipped your hands under Julianâs knees and shifted them up to give yourself extra leverage to increase the speed and power of your strokes. Your orgasm was quickly approaching, and your knot was catching on Julianâs rim, shivers ripping through him every time it did.
âCome on, baby,â you nuzzled at him. âWeâre almost there.â
Julian didnât warn you that he was close, but you could tell that his orgasm was coming because he was holding his breath, something he always did to push his orgasm closer.
âDo you want my knot? You want me to tie us both together?â
âYes!â Julian let out a sudden strangled yell. âYes! Mark me! Mate me!â
As soon as you had his confirmation, you pushed your rapidly swelling knot inside of Julianâs warmth, sealing the two of you together. Julian came at that moment, clenching fiercely around you and shuddering as e released all over his chest and even as far up as his neck.
That was your cue.
A sudden burst of nerves consumed your chest like a fire and you almost hesitated, but your instincts knew what to do and took over for you. You sank your teeth into Julianâs neck, right in the centre of the ring of hickeys. Your orgasm then hit you like a train, ripping through you as you came inside Julian.
Julian looked out of it, but he needed to bite you back. You were close to collapsing, but you preserved and guided Julianâs head to rest at the juncture between your neck and shoulder and tried to encourage him to mark you.
âMark me,â you ordered, releasing the last of you cum inside of him. âMake me yours.â
Julian complied automatically, biting you and sending a rush of endorphins through you. Everything felt a little different now. You were connected in more ways than one now.
And with that, you both sagged, Julian sinking into the mattress while you rested your head on his broad chest. No words were needed, not right now. Right now, you just wanted to relax and enjoy the afterglow.
