Hi I really love your stories about Shamrock Daughter, the recent one where she learns about execution of slaves was a great read, Rosalinda is truly the fathers daughter. I 100% bet she told Garling and Shamrock that she had the best their interests in mind for showing their grandchild/daughter the exactuion like having her get used to the sight or something to help train her.
With her including “After all, you had one stray run away, it wouldn't be good if she followed their lead right?” with an innocent smile and head tilt
Also I kind of picturing Shamrock Daughter looking like Don Quixote/Sancho from Limbus Company, her theme song hero by Mili also would likely fit the daughter
( Question refers to this post! )
Thank you! 🫶🏻 Rosa is a clever girl, she tried to worm herself out of taking responsibility, but when she got a bit too cocky with Shamrock and Garling when she was questioned by them afterwards, they shut her down immediately. Garling grabbed her by the collar and practically dragged her home so he could confront her good-for-nothing father.
"Ah, come on, Garling," Sommers said and pulled Rosalinde into his lap where she promptly hugged his chest and hid her cheeky grin from the other knight. "They’re just kids! My girl is simply a bit … brighter than your brat! Nothing wrong with that, of course, but how was Rosa supposed to know you kept our rituals a secret, huh? Besides, I thought you cared so much for tradition-"
"That's enough of your senseless rambling," Garling cut him off, "Your lack of a spine is the reason my granddaughter won’t leave her room. I will not allow anyone, not a mortal nor a Knight of God, to harm her. Teach your daughter some manners, if you can."
"Yeah, yeah, I will … have a little chat with her," Sommers sighed and patted Rosa's back, then winked at her, "Right, princess?"
"Right, dad!" Rosalinde agreed, then quickly curbed her enthusiasm and pretended to look scared of a punishment that would never come.
The Shepherds were hopeless.
Also I adore that design! The outfit fits her so well, Garling and Shamrock would dress her like a princess on some days and put her into blouses and tail coats on other days.
[ A few thoughts about what it'd be like to live the spoiled life of the devil's pet … Manga Spoilers for Chapter 1179! ]
👁️| Imu held your hand in his claws as he took you for a walk around his garden. You learned that not only did he have a soft spot for butterflies and other tiny critters, he also knew the name of every flower which sprouted in his chamber.
The vines climbing up the pillars were blooming with bright red petals shaped a bit like the demon king's tail. He noticed you gazing up at them, but they were too high for you to reach. So without warning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you high up so you could smell them.
"Do you like them?" He asked and watched you closely, making you blush at the attention. "They’re called the Devil's Heart."
You couldn’t help but chuckle, when you realized Imu was frowning at you, you tried to explain.
"That's a bit on the nose, isn’t it?"
He tilted his head, still confused. Perhaps demons didn’t take too kindly to humor. Imu hugged you close to his chest and kissed your forehead.
"You’re a strange one, mortal."
👁️| On days where Imu-sama was busy ruling over the world, you sometimes snuck out of your chamber and explored the castle and its vast hallways, endless corridors and staircases that lead to more staircases. It was fun to see all the paintings and ancient treasures displayed everywhere, you were sure no one in the world below had ever laid eyes upon them.
On one of your adventures, you accidentally walked into two knights— you quickly hid behind a corner and listened to them with halted breath.
"What do you reckon the Great One did with that fragile human we brought him?" Shamrock wondered, though he sounded almost bored.
"Hah! I doubt that little bird is still alive, there's no way in heaven or hell they survived a night with him," Sommers laughed. "After all, that mortal rat wasn’t the first …"
You gasped, then slapped a hand over your mouth to silence yourself. It had never occurred to you that there might have been others before you … innocent people who met a far more gruesome fate at the devil’s hands. Were you only waiting for your turn to be slaughtered like a lamb when Imu-sama grew tired of you?
No, surely not, he had confessed his eternal devotion to you. He claimed he couldn’t live without you. And neither could you, not anymore.
"Not the first to be brought to him as a sacrifice, but I saw the look in the Great One's eyes … he didn’t intend to take their life. He desired them," Shamrock concluded and Sommers shrugged.
"You think he-," the older knight grinned eerily.
"Yes, he might have taken them as a partner. I can smell their scent lingering in these halls."
You felt a great relief at the knowledge that you were more than just one of a thousand lovers who had been bedded by Imu, but you needed to run before Shamrock found out you were snooping around. So you ran, as fast you could.
"It doesn’t seem like our Lord has chosen the brightest of sheep," Shamrock murmured as he felt your presence hastily running through the halls.
👁️| In stark contrast to his terrifying exterior, Imu enjoyed nothing more than sitting in the garden with you at a little table to have tea and cake as the afternoon sun shone through the windows. The table was comically small compared to the demon king himself, so was his chair, but he cared more about you sitting comfortably.
"These herbs are from Dressrosa, have you ever been?" He asked and carefully placed his tiny cup down.
"Not yet," you took another sip before daring to be curious, "Have you? You must have seen a lot of the world in your life."
Imu's face hardened as if he was recalling a bad memory.
"I have not been to the underworld in a long, long time. There is no beauty to be found there, all of it is twisted and mangled to become evil … you are the exception."
An odd compliment when you thought of all the wonderful places on the Grand Line you had heard and read about in your books. You must have hidden your disappointment rather poorly, because only moments later, Imu's tail wrapped around your throat gently and his tip rubbed against your cheek in an effort to cheer you up.
"Fear not, you won’t have to worry about the world much longer, little mortal," he promised you ominously. "Soon there will only be us."
👁️| As an all powerful being there wasn’t much that could harm Imu. You however, had found out about one of his weak spots.
During cuddling and having his head in your lap on most days, you eventually learned that his horns weren’t anything like those of a bull or goat. They were sensitive, with enough nerve endings to make the demon king shiver when you rubbed them.
In response to your teasing Imu pinned you down on the bed or pressed you up against the wall, red eyes glowing furiously and his claws scratching your thighs.
"It seems I have to teach you a lesson in obedience, pet."
Worth it, you thought as Imu began to take you.
( NSFW! )
👁️| The only thing Imu adored more than fucking his tiny human so hard the bed frame shattered under his might and your screams filled his ears, was to invite you into the throne room for a private session.
Imu sat down on the empty throne with his legs spread wide and his head resting on his hand, watching you like a hawk as you struggled to climb the stairs.
You fell to your knees when you reached him, exhausted and breathing hard. Then you leaned your face against his thigh and gazed up at him.
"Serve me," Imu commanded from his throne.
Your lips eagerly wrapped around his cock after you freed his length, with how big it was you couldn’t possibly fit it all into your mouth. You gagged and Imu's lips curved up, enjoying the sight of you struggling to take it.
"Is that all you can do? Do not fool me," the demon pushed you to try harder.
Imu placed his hands at the sides of your head and guided you back and forth on his cock, teaching you how to properly deep throat. By the end of it, you weren’t the only one whose moans echoed through the throne room.
👁️| Imu did not shy away from ordering you to pleasure him with your mouth under the table while he spoke with the Elders through his snail. The old men were none the wiser when the speaker picked up on your moans muffled by his cock or Imu's barely noticeable sighs of pleasure.
"Great One?" Saint Mars asked the demon king after he had not spoken for a while.
Imu snarled, he didn’t take kindly to being interrupted, but he pulled you off his shaft to focus on his work for just a bit.
At night though, he would lock himself in a room with you and neither of you would sleep.
👁️| The demon king left bite marks all over your body. From the crook of your neck where he could marvel at the bruise all day, to the inside of your soft thighs. He couldn’t help himself, you looked so delectable in bed that he needed to have a taste of your flesh. Your blood dripped onto his tongue and he became even more obsessed with his human pet.
"Like honey," Imu growled as he lapped at the open wound on your throat. "You must be careful, if you taste too sweet … I might lose myself and eat you whole."
Those words, spoken so smoothly in that deep, rumbling voice you had grown to love instead of fear, truly scared you. After all these nights spent with the beast, you still couldn’t trust him not to succumb to his carnal desires.
"Are thou not entertained by mu's humor?" Imu questioned you and gently bit into your earlobe, "Mu shall learn more jokes that mu's human enjoys."
" … maybe scratch any about eating me," you suggested nervously.
"A tragedy," Imu hummed and let his tail swish around, he positioned the tip under your chin, then tickled you until you were giggling uncontrollably. "Precious."
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Thanks again for reading! And for all the love on my previous Imu post, I truly appreciate it ♥️ Next up on the list — Reader cares for Imu after he returns from Elbaf, covered in blood and desperate to feel your soft hands on his strained muscles! Get ready.
Wanted to thnk you for the recent Imu writing piece you have posted, it was genuinely delightful.
A big fan of the whole residential devil king business contrasted with mentions of garden tea (with favourite mortal) and work complaints (to favourite mortal) while getting head pats (from favourite mortal).
Cliffhanger is diabolical, btw, pun is intended. I know this is due to manga cliffhanger, but still. Hope there will be more stories for them, very fascinating to follow.
It's hard work to rule over the world from the shadows for 800 years! Anyone would go a bit crazy … and perhaps cling onto the first person who doesn’t run away at first sight. Imu's favorite mortal gets free tea and cake in return, is that not enough of a reason to make a pact with the devil?
I can not wait for Oda to show us how Elbaf continues, so expect my own version of Imu's return … ✨
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[ The Leader of the World has chosen you among the rubble to become their possession and eternal obsession. -> Manga Spoilers for Chapter 1179! ]
👁️| Your fate was sealed the moment the holy knights attacked your village. These cruel nobels burned your houses to ashes and left no one alive — except for a few poor souls who were thrown into cages and loaded up on their ships. Including you.
Inside those cages you huddled up to the other prisoners for warmth and a sliver of comfort. It was the only way to survive the starvation and rough sea shaking the ship around. Quietly, you all prayed together for a miracle to happen. Hoping for salvation that would never come, because no one knew you had been taken. There would be no rescue.
Upon your arrival in the Holy Land, you were separated from the rest of the people. You were washed and dressed in simple, but clean garments. These robes did not belong to a slave, that much was clear. But what purpose were you meant to serve to the Celestial Dragons if not hard labor? The question left you shivering.
👁️| On the next day you received your answer.
Two knights dressed in tall boots and black uniforms lead you through the gates of Pangea Castle. Once you had stepped inside, the red-haired man blindfolded you so you didn’t see the endless corridors you wandered through. How ridiculous, you wouldn’t have been able to remember the path even if they had allowed you to keep your sight.
After an eternity of struggling not to trip over the long, white robe you were forced to wear, the air around you shifted and you felt like you could breathe again for the first time since you were captured.
The man behind you slowly untied the blindfold, when the cloth slipped from your face and you saw the enormous garden sprawling out before your eyes, your breath hitched.
You were sure you hadn’t stepped outside and yet, the sunlight shining through the glassless windows and the gentle breeze letting the flowers dance between luscious grass tricked into believing you were back on your home island. Your time to marvel at the room was short lived, one of the knights hit your spine with the hilt of his blade to get you to move quicker.
Your feet moved slowly, as if your ankles were bound by heavy chains. To fear for your life when surrounded by such a beautiful scenery was otherworldly and strange. Death was supposed to be grim and dark, this was no place to bleed out and wither away.
A figure appeared. It stepped out from the shadows of the pillars holding up the impossibly high ceiling. At first, it was only a shape with a large crown on top of it. Then the mysterious being walked into the light and shed its skin- it was a terrifying sight. It tore the shadow from its body and left it lying on the ground.
"Great One," the red-haired knight spoke and knelt.
"We have brought you an offering," the other knight said and got onto his knees.
It was strange to see these nobles bow to anyone. Who was the one emerging from the shadows? A strong pull on your wrist forced you to kneel with them.
"Excellent," the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the entire room and leaving your entire body shaking. "Now leave, mu will claim them on thy own."
You kept your gaze fixated on the dirt beneath you, too scared to look up and meet the crimson eyes of the one who commanded these demons. The knights bowed deeper before they stood up and left, without them at your sides you felt a lot less safe. Not that you ever were, all humans were insects in their eyes.
"Mortal, look at mu," the creature ordered and you obeyed, clutching your chest as your heart threatened to burst out from your rib cage.
Oh.
👁️| The Great One stood before you, towering above you with his height. His skin was dark and decorated with white markings reaching from his face down to his abdomen, the rest of them were obstructed by his pants ( you hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring ). White hair cascaded over his shoulder and down his back, one eye covered. A pair of horns crowned his head. A long, black tail with a sharp tip whipped around in the air before curling around your neck like a noose. Sharp teeth greeted you as the demon king opened his mouth again.
"Does the sight of mu scare thee?" He asked with a threatening growl.
"Y- yes," you admitted, your voice more akin to a squeak.
Then something unexpected happened. The demon laughed.
"That is to be expected," Imu replied and began to circle you like a lion, his tail remaining on your neck. "All those who have seen mu, fear mu."
You crawl back a bit, but you can not go far with the impromptu leash keeping you in place. Then words slip from your tongue before you can stop yourself-
"Mu?"
The demon king stopped in his tracks and let the tip of his tail caress your chin as he observed you closely. He brought one of his hands forth and cupped your face, sharp claws digging into your cheeks, but with enough softness that they did not prick your skin.
"It is my name," he explained, seeming a bit perplexed that you had spoken back to him. Honestly, you were just as surprised. And scared. Oh so terribly scared.
" … so you can talk normally?" You blurted out, averting your gaze from Imu's frown.
"We are alone for now, so I will make an exception," he sighed and pulled his tail back, "A God can not speak to his disciples like one of them."
You tried to nod but he was still holding your head in place. He caressed your face, his palm was so much bigger than your whole face, he could have choked you out within seconds.
"But he can voice his mind freely to his mate," he continued, looking deep into your eyes.
His … mate?
"With all respect, mu- Sir- Saint- … I wasn’t aware this was to be my fate," you politely told him, feeling your cheeks heat up under his unrelenting attention.
"Neither was I," the demon said.
Imu released you from his hold and you fell forward into the grass, shielding your face with your arms.
This time you didn’t remain on the floor, you sat back up on your knees and saw the demon king walking through his garden. A small butterfly landed on his hand and he gently kissed the air right above the critter. To think the ruler of the world could be so soft to a creature that was even beneath humans— It almost fooled you into believing that what awaited you wasn’t the ninth circle of hell.
"The day my knights captured you I saw a vision clear as day," Imu began and more butterflies began to swarm his naked, upper body. "You were sitting at my side as I ruled from my throne. You sat with me for tea in the garden and … you kneeled before me just like you are doing now."
One of the blue butterflies landed on the tip of your nose, Imu noticed and you swore you could see the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"It is fate then," he announced, "Rise."
You stood up on shaky legs.
Imu closed the distance between you and put his hand on the back of your head, his other hand held your waist. He looked at you with such great fondness, as if you had known each other for centuries, not minutes. A relief, because you knew then that he wouldn’t sacrifice you. A curse, because your freedom was forfeited.
"Thou belongs to mu from this day forth."
👁️| To be the devil's spouse was no easy task.
Imu kept you isolated to a few rooms all located next to the flower hall. From the windows you saw the city of Marie Geoise, all the high and mighty Celestials looked like ants from up here as they pranced through the streets and went about their day. You liked to sit by the window and listen to the faint sounds of music and all the voices mixing together, as well as the birds who sang to you.
Your days were lonely. A servant dressed in a black robe, her hair covered by a veil, brought you food three times a day. All lavish meals with exotic ingredients you had never tasted before. You were never hungry, and the servant, although she rarely spoke, was never rude to you either. It didn’t help you to feel any less like a caged animal though.
You didn’t love the king, how could you? You barely knew him. But you would have preferred his company to lying in bed on your own, yearning for someone, anyone to disrupt this monotony. This was no different than rotting in hell.
👁️| As if the gods had heard your wish, there was a knock on your door at night. You flinched and hid under your blanket, the servant had never bothered you this late.
The door opened and Imu stepped inside, having to bent down to fit through the door. It surprised you that the entire castle wasn’t built for his size. He seemed upset, about what, you did not know. You were too afraid to ask before he descended onto the mattress with his massive body, his tail following behind him.
"Mortal," he growled, causing you to be fully alert, all sleepiness forgotten in an instant. "I need you … to serve me."
He cast your blanket aside and left you exposed, only your chest was covered by a thin blouse, your crotch obscured by underwear that was easily seen through. Fearing for the worst, you squeezed your thighs together and pleaded with him.
"Please, my Lord, I have never … I'm not sure if I could," you told him, fighting back tears.
The demon swung his tail around and stared at you, then he crawled forward until your tiny body was underneath him. You were shaking, badly, it seemed to fascinate him more than worry him. His scent was strange, but not unpleasant, there was something otherworldly underneath the strong musk.
"You mustn’t think of me as a monster," Imu tried to soothe you and caressed your face, "You are my mate, not my harlot."
Imu carefully placed his head on your chest, resting most of his weight on his arms so he didn’t press all the air out of your lungs. He let out a little huff, almost like a dog who had curled up in its bed. His tail wrapped around your thigh. Not only did you grow fond of his scent and hated yourself for it, you also enjoyed the comfort of his body heat.
"Did … something happen?" You dared to ask.
The king's lip twitched, showing off his fangs for a moment.
"It's most unfortunate that I rule over a world unworthy of being saved from itself," he muttered, but refused to elaborate, "Let us not speak of it. I came here not to think."
You nodded, perhaps even demonic lords needed a break from destroying humanity.
Unaware as to what overcame you, you began to pat his head, carding your fingers through his white curls. He relaxed at that, his giant body became a weighted blanket squeezing you down into the mattress. It was soothing, so soothing that you drifted off to sleep.
👁️| In your dreams you were haunted by your memories of the town and people you once loved all being taken from you in a single night. Your body tried to toss and turn, but Imu firmly kept you in place, preventing you from falling off the mattress. You faded in and out of sleep, sometimes you were fully aware of the demon staring at your face with his crimson eyes smoldering like ember in the darkness, and in the next moment that ember set your home ablaze.
No matter how gentle the demon king treated you, how much he spoiled you with food and comfort, you would never forget what he'd done to you.
"Mate," he whispered in your ear, his claws lightly scratched over your thighs, "Are you alright?"
"It's hard to sleep with you staring at me," you confessed and the demon looked a bit dumbfounded.
"I was ensuring your safety," he replied, "How would you prefer for us to rest?"
"Maybe you could sleep behind me?"
Imu blinked slowly. Then nodded and lay down so you could scoot over until your back touched his warm chest, he was so kind to adjust the blanket and pull it over your body, it was too small for him to fit under. He put his arm around you and began to murmur in ancient tongues, what confused you at first, soon helped you to find rest.
Though you couldn’t ignore the bulge you felt pressing up against your lower back as you returned to the land of dreams.
👁️| Imu-sama visited you every night from then on to rest his head on your chest or in your lap and share his sorrows with you. He never went into the details, but you figured that it didn’t matter as long as he was satisfied. And judging by his calm manner and growls you werd sure your presence alone was enough to soothe him.
Sometimes he stormed into your room like a hurricane, only for his breathing to come to a halt when he saw you sprawled out on the bed in your robes with your hair freshly washed and your skin still glistening with lotion.
"Mine," he purred, "All mine."
"All yours," you whispered back to him as he pulled you close for a kiss.
The demon king's tongue was forked, it explored the depths of your mouth and slid over your teeth as he stole your breath away. He held your head between his large hands to devour you for as long as he pleased. His appetite for you was insatiable.
His kisses spoke of a deep longing, one that couldn’t be explained by his yearning for you during the day. He must have waited for this moment for all eternity—
"My Lord," you speak up, his taste still lingering on your lips, "How old are you?"
Imu-sama tilted his head and kissed your nose.
"I have lived more lives than you could ever imagine, my little mortal. For eight hundred years I have ruled this earth, and there will be eight hundred years of my kingdom to come. With you, at my side."
"But how will I live that long?"
"Don’t fret, mu has an answer for everything."
( NSFW! )
👁️| Eventually Imu's carnal desire for you outgrew his restraint and he decided to bless your bond with the final act of intimacy. By then, you had already accepted your life as his songbird who entertained and consoled him. It was still a daunting task, you had felt his bulge more than once, each time fearing he'd force himself on you during the night. He had every right to, who could’ve stopped him? Celestials weren’t known to hold back.
Imu was different. In every aspect. From the way he spoke to you, how he held you as if he truly worshipped you and the many ways in which he tried to accommodate you. He was making an effort to bridge the distance between an ancient god who ruled the world and a human who was naturally afraid of him.
The demon king spread your legs, he dove in between them to bring his lips to your groin and cherish the sensitive spot with his kisses. You twitched at every lick of his forked tongue across the inside of your thighs, lingering dangerously close to your crotch.
"Allow me to prepare you, little one. I do not wish for you to die on our first union," his dark voice pulled you out of your trance, your vision of him was blurry from the tears you shed. He tutted and reached out to wipe them away. "Don’t cry, you were born to take me."
Imu lifted your legs higher. He ignored your whines and delved right into your hole, which accepted him without much of a fight. His tongue worked like magic, due to its length it could reach deeper inside of you than anyone else. There, he swirled it around and stretched out your inner walls. His hands caressed your thighs to soothe you, but all it did was overstimulate you further.
"Ah! Stop, stop- it's too much, I can’t," you cried out, not fully meaning what you said.
"Be good for me," the demon rumbled.
He did not yield to your senseless pleading and continued his preparation of your body. When he found your most vulnerable spot, hidden deep inside of you, you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Gripping the sheets wasn’t enough, you needed something stronger to hold on to!
In your desperation you got a hold of Imu's horns, his eyes briefly flickered up at you before they returned their attention to the meal he was feasting on. You swore you were close to coming from his tongue alone, you were so eager that you began to rub your crotch against his tongue for more friction. He quickly shut it down, insisting that you weren’t allowed to pleasure yourself.
"Only I will bring you salvation," the demon king promised and licked your juices from his lips.
👁️| Imu expected you to be shy during your first time, but instead of shivering at the sight of the demon's cock, you kicked your feet in excitement. Truly, you were no better than a bitch in heat.
You bit your lip as he slowly stroked his dick and pressed its entire length down on your stomach to prove to you how impressive his size was. Big enough to tear your insides apart and break your spine if he wasn’t careful. The pattern on his chest continued all the way down to his shaft, drawing a line right above the vein on the underside of his dick.
How tempting, you writhed underneath him, begging for him to hurry up and take you. Your desire was driving you crazy, his tongue had been enough to make you forget about all your fears and worries, now his cock would seal the deal.
Imu's tip entered your tight hole and you moaned his name, as he pushed deeper inside your eyes met his'.
"Look at me, never take your eyes off me, little one, I want to see how much I can break you," he groaned, burying himself further in your heat.
The pain was overwhelming at first, you did not cry for him to stop even once, too eager to be filled up by him.
His horns were just within reach for your hands to grab and squeeze, it helped to ease your agony for long enough that you endured Imu's cock sliding balls-deep into you. The demon king let out a strained growl and let his tail whip through the air, his red eyes began to glow in excitement.
"You’re taking me so well," his demonic voice purred at you, his face just above your own while he caressed your cheek, wiping away a single tear rolling down. "No mortal has ever made me feel this good."
You smiled through the pain. It wasn’t until the first thrust that you noticed you had stained the white bed sheets with your blood. Unbeknownst to you, Imu was planning to keep the sheets forever to preserve this moment. He would frame them in memory of your precious virginity, which now belonged to him and him alone.
Soon you were rewarded as the pain turned into pleasure and Imu-sama picked up his pace. He trapped you underneath his body and heat, you could hardly breathe as he fucked you with a fury. Your legs ached as he bent and folded them as he saw fit, he did everything to be as deep inside of you as possible. His tip reached so far that you briefly feared you'd die if he moved his hips any faster.
"I- Imu," you gasped, locking eyes with him.
"Yes, my love?" The demon replied and kissed your shivering lips, he squeezed your thighs to keep you in place and lost himself in his thrusts.
" … please," you begged and squeezed your eyes shut, "please fuck me harder!"
Imu raised his brows, he ceased his onslaught on your body for a moment, then he grinned with his fangs on full display and obliged the wish of his mate. He adjusted his cock before he slammed back into you. You screamed and gripped his horns even tighter. He pounded you with renewed vigor, slowly inching closer to your physical breaking point.
A mortal vessel wasn’t made to survive sex with an ancient beast, one who towered above you and put all other men to shame in his shadow. No one else could ever bring you to such heights of pleasure.
Imu pulled on your chin and you opened your mouth at the silent command. The ruler of the world spat at you and you eagerly swallowed it up without needing to be told.
"So, so beautiful," he said, his white hair falling over his shoulders and covering nearly all of his face, "Don’t die on me now, we are so close to reaching nirvana."
You nodded, though your body was beginning to crumble under his weight and brutal pace. Your ass was bruised from how hard he drove into you, you couldn’t move your legs anymore and your lungs were slowly giving up. He knew you were close to breaking, and as your god and lover, Imu didn’t wish for you to perish on your first night together.
"More, more," you whined.
"You are begging for your death, mortal," the demon responded with a low chuckle.
Instead of fucking you any harder, he choked you and took your last breath with a deep kiss. That was enough to crush you, you felt a shock running through your core and came on his dick. Your screams were like music to the king's ears, he closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest, breathing heavy alongside you.
"So good for me," he rasped and thrusted inside you one last time, then you were once again moaning your little heart out from the burning hot semen stuffing every inch inside your body.
As he orgasmed a pair of wings suddenly grew from his back, black feathers covered in ink bathed you in its shadow. Imu threw his head back and roared like only a demon could, his fangs growing bigger as if he was preparing for battle. He remained inside you, but calmed down and let his wings settle at his sides. The sight of them intrigued your weary eyes.
"Hah … ah … my Lord," you spoke breathlessly.
Imu hushed you and grabbed your waist. Without sliding out of the comforting heat between your legs, he rearranged your body so he could spoon you from behind like he had done many nights before. He enjoyed keeping his cock warm inside his little mortal, knowing that you were enjoying it just as much. He sprinkled kisses all over the back of your neck and then traveled down to your spine. Thankfully it was still intact.
"Was that enough to satisfy my insatiable pet?" The growl in his voice made you feel so much weaker in his hold, his words alone could send you over the edge for a second time.
"Yes," you confessed and Imu smiled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"I wish to sleep like this," he demanded, all you could do was agree quietly and nod, too weak to fight back.
You fell asleep with Imu's cock plunged inside of you, keeping all of his seed plugged up.
"Sweet dreams, mortal," he whispered to you, covering your naked, shivering body with his black wing.
👁️| One fateful day Imu announced that he was leaving the Holy Land to deal with a powerful enemy who had arrived on Elbaf. Before he departed, he kissed your forehead with great sadness and apologized to you.
"I will return soon," he said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his claws dragging across your skin, "Until then, the Gorosei will watch over you."
"The Gorosei?"
There was no time to explain. Imu called for a servant dressed in all black who lead you out of your bedroom and beyond the rooms which you had been allowed to enter thus far. It was only your second time walking through the entire castle, this time you could see it all clearly.
When you arrived at the Room of Authority, you were greeted by five old men who all stared at you in quiet bewilderment.
"Who are you?" One of them demanded to know, "How dare you enter these halls!"
"Silence," a distorted voice echoed from the snail on the table, forcing the Elders to quieten down. "That is mu's mate, thou shall not harm nor insult thee. Guard thee with thy life."
Now the Elders were even more shocked than before. The snail fell silent and left them to figure out what to do with this information.
"The Great One has taken a mate?" Ju Peter murmured.
"I would have never thought that a mortal could …," Nusjuro was cut off by Garling.
"It doesn’t matter what any of us have thought. We have no authority over what our Lord does, if he chooses to bed a mortal …," Garling paused and looked at you with disdain, "Then so be it."
"Sit," Mars ordered and pointed at the free chair next to Garling.
Anxiously you sat down. You could only hope that Imu would keep his promise and return, without him at your side you felt just like a slave again. Vulnerable and weak.
You hugged your legs close and prayed.
Thanks for reading! Here's some food for all the old and new Imu gooners, would you like to see more content for him? <3 I will do my best to provide, especially if a new chapter reveals more about him.
I was taken aback by Imu's supposed gender, since I always wrote them as feminine, but I went with masculine pronouns this time. I will get used to it-
I apologize for the sudden hiatus, but in regards to the latest One Piece chapter- You all know who I'm about to write for! 🙏🏻 New post will be up tomorrow, time to get back into the grind.
🦅| tags: Top Dracule Mihawk, Bottom Shamrock, role reversal, begging, training, humiliation, pet play, denial, typical celestial dragon behavior - turns out, false Gods love to be brought to their knees.
🍷| The unexpected pair of a Celestial Dragon and an infamous criminal had been hiding their dangerous affair for a while now. Unlike most mates, they never bonded nor did they stay together to nest. Mihawk valued his freedom and Shamrock had his duties to fulfill without scandal.
What truly set them apart from all the other Alphas and Omegas succumbing to their desires, was their unique dynamic.
Having grown sick of being seen as prey by arrogant Alphas who overestimated their strength, Mihawk had sworn an oath to never submit. Meanwhile, Shamrock held a secret of his own — an Alpha who had no ambition to dominate.
🍷| When Mihawk met the holy knight for the first time during a warlord meeting, he was appalled by his haughty tone and prideful stance. Men like him were the reason Mihawk covered himself in scent repellents to stay safe. However, that impression began to change when he noticed Shamrock eyeing him up and down, not with selfish hunger, but a softness in his eyes that seemed more like deep adoration.
After the meeting of the warlords was over, Shamrock followed Mihawk.
"Say, are you truly an Alpha?" Shamrock wondered, keeping up with Mihawk's quick pace.
"None of your business, I'm afraid," he replied curtly.
Shamrock's ridiculous cloak billowed behind him as he tried to keep up in his heels.
"I'm a world noble, my question was an order," he snapped and Mihawk finally stopped.
"I'm not, but neither are you," he provoked him, watching his face twitch in anger.
"How dare you-," his words got caught in his throat when Mihawk held his tiny blade against the nape of his neck, "This- this is an offense punishable by death."
Mihawk tilted the knife and waited for the prideful Alpha to fight back, but all he could muster was the sound of his breath hitching and an adorable little frown that did nothing more than amuse the swordsman.
"Go on then, kill me, punish me," he taunted, "I'm nothing more than a filthy human in your eyes, no? Why waste your breath staring at me?"
Finally, Shamrock snapped out of his trance and slapped the miniature blade out of Mihawk's hand.
"Get out of my sight," he commanded and the other man scoffed.
"If you wish to settle this with a duel, I will be here all night," Mihawk offered as he walked past Shamrock to pick up his knife.
🍷| Shamrock couldn’t tell if it was the wine or simply the stress wearing down on him, but he found himself standing in front of the swordsman's door, breathing in the faint Omega scent lingering in the air. His nose was trained well enough to pick up on it underneath the perfume.
"Come in," a voice called from behind the door and Shamrock fixed both his posture and collar.
Against his oath and loyalty, he had abandoned his duties to come here. Now was his last chance to turn around and swallow his desire to take in more of the mesmerizing Omega's sight and smell.
Shamrock did not turn around. He pushed the door open and was left speechless upon entering.
Mihawk lay on the bed, positioned on his side with a glass of wine in his right hand. He idly swirled it around while watching the knight gaze at his barren chest and the faint sweat dripping from it.
"Sit down," he told him and sipped on his wine.
Shamrock looked around, unable to find anything resembling a chair or seat.
"There’s nothing for me to sit on," he answered, narrowing his eyes.
"Then kneel," Mihawk commanded.
"Gods do not kneel before peasants," Shamrock hissed.
Mihawk raised his chin and drew in a sharp breath.
"You came here to court me," he stated and although Shamrock didn’t nod, he knew he was right, "So kneel, it's what your Omega wishes for."
At those words the holy knight dropped to his knees like his Lord had commanded him, red eyes wide open with lust and an eagerness visible in every twitch of his muscles. One nervous glance to the door and Shamrock couldn’t stop staring at the illusive man before him.
"My Omega?" He parroted.
Mihawk sat up and crossed his legs.
"Perhaps. If I find you acceptable," he taunted him as he stood up and walked around the knight in a circle.
"You know that's not how it works, the Alpha chooses his Omega," Shamrock said.
"In the world, yes, but within the walls of this room … I am the one who decides if you’re worthy. Arrogant Alphas deserve to be on their knees." Mihawk placed his finger under Shamrock’s chin and forced him to look up.
"There are no chains that bind you, dragon. But that's not what you’re after," the dark haired man continued, pushing his thumb between Shamrock's lips to take a look at his fangs, "You’re exactly where you always wished to be, isn’t that right?"
The knight turned red from shame, with nowhere to hide from the hawk's haunting eyes, he truly felt vulnerable for the first time in his life. He knew that the Omega couldn’t physically harm him, but he could do so much worse. His pride, his ego, even his status as an Alpha could all be broken if Mihawk spoke a single word of this to anyone.
Shamrock swallowed thickly before he nodded.
"Good boy."
🍷| Their first night together opened up a part pf Shamrock's consciousness that had been entirely foreign to him. Mihawk was confident and didn’t flinch, not even when Shamrock growled out of pure instinct or when he fletched his teeth at him upon having his hands tied up.
Shamrock was forced to stay on his knees, hands tied on his back, while Mihawk stood above him and pulled down his panties — he revealed his Omega pussy to him, lightly covered in black curls that were neatly trimmed. It glistened with arousal. Shamrock opened his lips wide and stuck his tongue out to catch a drop of slick, but when he wasn’t successful, he tried shoving his face between Mihawk's legs. He was swiftly slapped across the face.
"All Alphas are greedy, but you filthy nobles are the worst," he scolded him, "Don’t move. This isn’t about your pleasure."
Mihawk slowly sunk his pussy down onto Shamrock's lips. He clamped his nose shut with two fingers, leaving the knight with no choice but to serve him with his tongue if he wished to breathe again.
For a selfish aristocrat Shamrock was quite good at using his tongue. He ate him out with all the greed of a starved predator, making quite noises of pleasure as he enjoyed his meal. It was clear to see that the Alpha had needed this, badly, more than words could ever express.
Shamrock got drunk on Mihawk’s scent. Due to his mark he was unable to die from a lack of air, all it did was drive him mad with desire. He kept his head perfectly still as the Omega humped his face.
Every fibre of his body was screaming at him to throw Mihawk onto the bed and fuck him, it was his instincts kicking in, but he didn’t want to dominate him. The commoner had been right, he wanted to be here — on the floor, powerless, with a strong Omega commanding and using him as he pleased.
"Imagine if your fellow nobles could see you now, so undignified and-," even Mihawk was beginning to lose his voice as he rode himself closer to his orgasm, "And weak."
Shamrock moaned between the Omega's folds, sending a pleasant vibration through Mihawk's core that pushed him over the edge. A rope of thick juice leaked into the knight's mouth, after a moment of shock he began to swallow it eagerly. Just when he was about to lick up the remains of his slick, Mihawk stepped away and left Shamrock hungering for more.
"Look at you," Mihawk mused and wiped Shamrock's lips, then he brought his slicked up thumb to his lips and tasted his own arousal. "You made a mess of yourself."
"I-," Shamrock had nothing to say in his defense.
"Hm, don’t be ashamed. I found your tongue … somewhat pleasant," he complimented him dryly.
🍷| In the following weeks Shamrock sought out Mihawk again and again, always appearing at his door after midnight to beg for another training session. Mihawk was pleased with his progress, there was hardly any ego left inside the knight when he snapped his fingers and the man knelt down. The once proud Alpha was a pet now, a puppy eager to roll on his back and perform tricks for Omega.
Shamrock gave Mihawk a vivre card so he could find him if he was ever in danger and needed to hide. He did his best to distract the marines from hunting the warlord down or bothering him. It was a pleasant exchange.
Pleasure for power.
The knight brought Mihawk many gifts, from furniture to fill up the barren rooms of his castle to gold and wine, which Mihawk enjoyed quite a bit.
🍷| Shamrock was allowed to bite and chew on every part of his Omega, but never once did Mihawk give him permission to bury his cock inside of him. By the end of their sessions the knight was left with a fat, reddened knot that bounced between his legs, unable to release his cum where it belonged. Mihawk's womb was taboo.
"Don’t you think this arrangement is unfair?" Shamrock asked as they lay together in the large bed, sprawled out across the body and naked, feasting on fresh grapes.
"Hm, how could you complain after getting high on my juices?" Mihawk argued and let another grape fall into his mouth. "It's not my fault you keep coming here, knowing I won’t let you ruin me with that disgusting knot."
Shamrock felt his cock twitch at the insult, he grabbed it along with his fat balls and fought the urge to jerk off.
"Maybe you should take care of that, while I tell you how pathetic you are."
The knight nodded and got on his knees, them he bent down with his ass up, mimicking the way an Omega would present for his Alpha. He wrapped his hand around his dick and palmed it, feeling the pressure build up all too quickly.
"You’re a disgrace for your family name," Mihawk began, not even gracing Shamrock with a single look. "A pathetic excuse for an Alpha, pleading me to dominate you and make you obey, shouldn’t you be breeding heirs instead of rolling over for me like a bitch?"
"Yes," Shamrock breathed out, quickening his pace.
"Whore," Mihawk growled at him.
"Yes!"
"If you had a pussy all noble Alphas would be passing you around, your father would have sold you to a breeding ranch so you could live out your dream of being a cumdump."
"Yes, fuck yes!"
Shamrock came all over his hand, ruining the bed sheets and staining them in the process. He moaned and let his head sink into the pillows, worn out and tired he could barely make a sound nor keep his eyes open.
"My big, strong Alpha," Mihawk said mockingly, but fondly while playing with Shamrock's messy hair.
… that's it for now, but I have a LOT more ideas for these two. 🙏🏻 Hope you enjoyed it! I know my blog is mainly x reader, but I want to sprinkle in some yaoi for balance. ♥️
[ OPLA season two sparked my interest to write about this handsome vampire & part-time sleep paralysis demon … ]
🍷| All throughout his life Mihawk had wished to be left alone and live peacefully, far away from anyone who could bother him. That was until he met you and decided that you were destined to become the exception to that rule. He was quite distant at first, while he refused to let you leave his castle, he didn’t force his presence on you. Not even once.
Mihawk spoiled you with food and especially all the good wine he kept in his cellar, you slept in your own fancy room and could read any book from the library — but he wouldn’t allow you to step outside.
You were trapped. With a vampire. On an island where your screams wouldn’t be heard and your body would never be found.
🍷| His eyes left you trembling whenever Mihawk stared at you like a bird of prey watching a mouse. He was fascinated by all your mannerisms and quirks, sometimes you felt as if he was studying you purely for science.
That sentiment would soon find its an when the warlord finally broke the distance between you and held your wrist.
"Do you fear me?" Mihawk asked you, his yellow eyes haunting you as you shivered in his hold.
"Who wouldn’t fear you?" You replied, forcing yourself to be brave.
Mihawk hummed quietly and let his hand travel from your arm to your throat, he caressed the crook of your neck with his thumb, feeling how soft your flesh was.
"My love would certainly never have to fear my wrath," he said as he leaned in closer. He smelled like the most exquisite perfumes, the scents put you in a trance — or maybe it was the sight of his fangs drawing closer with each breath you took.
Mihawk's teeth pierced your skin right where your neck began. You let out a squeal that shifted into a moan, you could feel him feeding on you, drinking your very essence to satisfy his desires.
"Mesmerizing," he whispered after he had taken his fill, his thin lips stained with blood.
🍷| Once Mihawk had started to let his guard down around you and allow you to accompany him during the day instead of rotting away in your room, you learned a lot more about him.
He loved to work in his vegetable garden right outside the gloomy castle. The sun never bothered him, you doubted he was an actual vampire to begin with. Dressed in a run-down blouse and dirty pants, he watered his crops and you offered to help. He made sure you weren’t carrying too much weight or overexerting yourself.
🍷| Garden work was always followed by a bath. Mihawk took bathing very serious, it was more of a ritual for him than a necessity.
There was a big, open room upstairs with nothing in it except for a large tub standing in the middle with golden feet and a faucet shaped like a gryphon.
As you undressed, Mihawk filled the tub with warm water. He kept checking the temperature until it was perfect for you. Then he added in a bath bomb that tainted the water blood red and sprinkled rose petals across the surface. By the time you were naked and walked towards the tub, everything was prepared and Mihawk took your hand to help you climb in.
"Was the red water really necessary?" You teased him and he stared at you.
"Naturally," he replied, not even bothering to smile, but you saw through his aloof facade.
"You should join me," you suggested leaning over the rim of the tub with your breasts exposed.
Mihawk's sharp eyes fell down towards your chest before flickering right back up to your face.
" … perhaps."
You smiled triumphantly as Mihawk got into the tub alongside you. The water splashed around as he crawled to your side and buried your body underneath his own, you placed your hands on his abs and traced them — all that sword training had paid off.
🍷| Mihawk enjoyed keeping you as his desk pet when he was reading a good historic novel. Not only did you massage his calves and provide him with a nice view whenever his eyes needed a break from the printed words, but you also wrapped your lips around his pale dick to pleasure him.
It was incredibly hard to tease a single noise out of the vampire except for a slightly heavier breath. You sucked harder, swirled your tongue around his cock as fast as you could, but Mihawk wouldn’t even twitch until he came inside your mouth and fed you his cum. Even then, he regained his senses only moments later.
"Good girl," he purred in his deep, baritone voice that was only reserved for you.
You rested your head on his thigh and he patted you.
"What do I need to do to make you put that book down?" You whispered and the man raised a brow.
"Tell me your greatest desire."
You bit your lip before you answered.
"Take me, right here and now."
You had never seen Mihawk cast aside his book so fast before.
🍷| Sex with Mihawk was unlike anything you had ever experienced in your life prior to being trapped by him. For a man so tight lipped and unbothered, it felt unreal how hard he loved you in bed, how deep and earnest his kisses felt and how he thrusted inside you with enough patience not to tear you apart.
Mihawk took great pleasure in going down between your legs. When he was feeling especially generous, he would take a sip from his morning wine and wake you up with a kiss right above your venus mound.
"May I?" He asked, kissing your pubic hair, careful not to hurt you with his teeth.
"Y- yes," you sighed, half-asleep and half-aroused.
Mihawk remained perfectly quiet as he ate you out, his tongue pushed your buttons just right — he must have had plenty of experience before taking you in. When he found your clit he loved to abuse it until you were a whimpering mess, locking your legs around his neck and begging him to let you finish.
Your juices dripped onto his tongue as you tore the covers of the bed apart in your ecstasy.
Mihawk was quite proud of himself after and kissed your well-loved pussy one more time.
🍷| One of his more embarrassing kinks was emptying a perfectly fine glass of his most expensive wine over your chest and the rest of your body. After he bathed you in wine, Mihawk would tell you to kneel down while he licked the drink off your body, kissing and lightly biting you as he did.
The scent of wine clung to your body on the following days, leaving Mihawk in a constant state of arousal.
🍷| The swordsmaster chose all kinds of nick names for his beloved: From such classics as darling and dearheart to more unsettling names like rabbit or pet. You could only hope that Mihawk had no intentions to hunt you down and cage you.
🍷| It was unlikely, nearly impossible that someone would come across Mihawk's island and dare to set foot on it. The one time a pirate was foolish enough to break into the castle and threaten your life, Mihawk quickly stepped in and cut his head off.
"My dearest apologies, you shouldn’t have seen that," he told you as he held you in his arms, "All that filthy blood on your face … I will never allow this to happen again."
Bonus:
🍷| If anyone had asked you, if you could ever see yourself sharing a bed with a vampire and his gigantic sword that he loved about as much as you — you would have laughed hysterically.
Now you weren’t laughing anymore.
You were nestled in between Mihawk's chest and Yoru's blade. Thankfully your lover had been so kind to wrap the sword up to prevent you from getting hurt. How thoughtful.
Thanks for reading! This was written before bed, so apologies for any mistakes ♥️ As always, I'll write more headcanons tomorrow!!
