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I created an entire plot for his past out of boredom some time ago? Maybe
This has like 2 years already (not the drawings, those are new), I made it for funs but I kinda like it, perhaps one day i'm going to write or draw more about it lol
Hello! I hope you are doing well! How do you think Garling and Shamrock would react to a really ticklish reader?
Shamrock wouldn’t realize how ticklish you are until he offers to massage your back to ease your pain. Usually such a task would be performed by servants, but he refuses to let any hands but his own touch you. He kneads your muscles and occasionally lets his fingers glide over the spots he took care of— that's when he accidentally touches your armpits, causing you to giggle.
Curious, he tries to elicit the same reaction again, scratching the back of your neck. And just as he predicted, you chuckle and try to get away from him. Shamrock chases after you and holds you close, keeping you trapped so he can tickle you more and hear your beautiful laughter. Once you cry and beg him to stop— he will.
Except more surprise tickles in the future, so I'd suggest always sleeping with one eye open.
Garling finds out about your sensitivities shortly after he claims you and plans to use your weakness to his personal advantage. If you two end up in an argument that he wishes to wrap up quickly before dinner, he will grab you, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the nearest couch as you thrash around and curse him out.
He throws you on the sofa and pulls up your shirt so he can reach the best spots to tickle you until you’re an incoherent mess who can’t argue or think straight. Garling loves to see you smile, so he appreciates how quickly your frown fades using this method. And as much as you hate being interrupted, a part of you enjoys this more playful side of him.
As cruel as he may be, he doesn’t wish to torture his partner, so ceases his attack when he decides that you had enough. Afterwards, he will make it up to you with many kisses and a good dinner.
Thanks for the question, anon! Requests may be closed since I am mostly working on commissions currently, but questions like these are more than welcome! ❤️
Imagine you’re the one who shows Shamrock what love is, the first person who dares to give him affection even when he pushes you away. Every touch feels foreign to him. Trained and raised as a soldier from the moment his father had taken him in, he's become more acquainted with the tip of a blade cutting his flesh than a gentle hand on his back.
Shamrock is protective of you, even before he's kissed your lips, he stays at your side and guards you like a hound. It's the only way for him to prove that your adoration for him is mutual.
He hardly smiles, such notions have been beaten out of him. You‘re the only one he lightens up for, his frown turning into an expression of deep yearning. He can’t put his feelings into words, so he gazes at you, quietly, hoping you will understand.
And yet, despite his reservations and fear of growing too close to you, he lets you into his heart. Until both his body and mind crave nothing but your love— your approval, your praise and your unshakable devotion.
{ Summary: You convince Garling to adopt a puppy, though he's not a fan of having a pet in the house, he can’t resist the dog's charm forever. }
A few weeks ago you and your husband were strolling through the holy city, your hand holding onto his arm. Garling saw it necessary to buy you more dresses and festive gowns and when he had set his mind on something, it was impossible for you to argue against it.
On your way to the many boutiques in Marie Geoise, you passed by a market selling all sorts of pets, both exotic and fluffy. You tugged on Garling's sleeve and pointed towards it.
"Hm? The shops are this way, dear. Or is there something-," he paused and looked around, eyes narrowing when he understood. "You’re wearing such a pretty dress, I can’t let some filthy animal ruin it."
"But darling," you pouted, crossing your arms and gazing up at him with those big puppy eyes he couldn’t resist.
The knight sighed deeply and took your hand, making sure you wouldn’t go near any of the horses or cows you walked by.
Garling was miserable and impatient, but seeing that soft smile on your face soothed him enough to wait. He allowed you to pet the rabbits and hold one of the parrots, but when you kneeled down to take a closer look at one of the snakes, he quickly pulled you away.
"Careful," he scolded you, placing a kiss on your forehead.
"It's a snake in a tank," you argued.
"You never know what these beasts are capable of."
Then something caught your eye. It was a fenced off area with a few puppies playing in it. Upon peeking over the fence and seeing you, the dogs barked and wagged their tails to greet you. Enamored by their sweetness, you turned around to Garling and said:
"Can we take one home?"
Garling took one look at the pups and shook his head.
"Those aren’t hunting or herding dogs, they’re useless."
Defeated and hurt, you watched the puppies for just a bit longer before Garling urged you to continue walking.
For the rest of the day, you wore a constant frown on your face, nothing could cheer you up. It didn’t matter to you that Garling had surprised you with a custom tailored ball gown or that the necklace he picked once belonged to the queen of an ancient kingdom … you wanted a puppy.
The only one more stubborn than Figarland Garling himself, was you.
After spending months begging him for a dog, he finally relented and returned to the market with you.
"Remember to be grateful for this, there hasn’t been an animal in my house for as long as I’ve lived."
"Thank you!" You squeaked and jumped up to kiss him— that made him regret his choice a bit less.
It was hard to choose only one of them, but eventually you picked up a chocolate brown mutt with floppy ears and a big tongue. The puppy licked your face and made you laugh, when he tried to do the same with your husband, he took a step back.
"Promise me not to coddle him," he reminded you sternly.
"Just like I haven't coddled you?" You teased.
"That's quite different, my dear."
The first days with the new puppy were pretty chaotic. The poor thing hadn’t learned yet not to knock over vases or that the carpet of the Figarland mansion wasn’t a good toilet spot. You were patient with the little one, cleaning up after him and rewarding him for good behavior. Your husband watched from a distance, making no secret of his disdain.
"Are you sure you don’t want to hold him?"
Garling folded his hands behind his back.
"He would get his fur all over my uniform."
You took the puppy for a walk instead, running through the gardens with him. It brought you so much joy, Garling saw it too. He looked out from the windows of his study, pondering over wether or not he should take the dog away. In his eyes, all the beast did was steal the attention and love he alone deserved.
This continued on for a bit longer, Garling's resentment for the dog only grew. And you noticed it too. He wouldn’t even look at it, even when the puppy begged and pawed at his legs.
"I think he likes you," you told him.
"It's a dog, all it wants is food," he snapped at you.
You began to tear up, seeing him act so cold hearted made you pick up the puppy and hold him close for comfort.
"Maybe, if you stopped being so cruel to everyone around you, you would know what affection looks like." Those words were said without much thought behind them, an expression of your hurt.
Garling fell silent and walked out, leaving you alone with the dog while he went to the stables and took his horse for a ride.
One evening he found you sitting on the couch with the puppy. Instead of telling you to put the dog down, he sat next you and stared at the fireplace.
"I … might have been too harsh," he began, his voice trailing off.
"Are you apologizing?" You asked, sitting up straight.
"Hm, you may call it that. Though I don’t believe I'm in the wrong for—"
"Don’t ruin it."
Garling scoffed softly and leaned back. As soon as he relaxed, the puppy crawled into his lap, his tiny nose sniffed his chest and he chewed on the hem of his shirt. To your surprise— Garling allowed it. He sat perfectly still and let the dog explore, not making a move to pet him, but not shoving him away either.
"I suppose he has his uses after all," he concluded, "Even if he can’t hunt or herd livestock … he does a decent job at making you smile. Which I have failed, lately."
You leaned over to hug him.
"I forgive you. Just this once." You said with a grin.
[ … ]
"Garling? Dear?" Your voice echoed through the mansion as you searched for your husband.
Both he and the dog were nowhere to be found. Usually Garling would have been sitting in his study by now while you played outside with the dog. It was raining today, so you had planned to stay inside … but not alone. As you slowly began to panic, you finally reached one of the last salons you hadn’t checked yet.
Upon opening the door you were greeted with a shocking sight.
Garling, who had proudly proclaimed that he only saw dogs as nothing but tools, was lying on the sofa with his legs stretched out and a small, brown furball on his chest. The puppy was curled up, his snout buried in the crook of Garling's neck, softly snoring without a care in the world. The perfect picture of peace, too sacred to be disturbed.
Carefully, you snuck up to the two of them and pulled a blanket over them. Making sure the puppy's head was still peeking out. He slowly opened his eyes and let out a little sigh.
"I can explain," Garling said, his eyes still closed.
You chuckled, "Don’t worry, you don’t have to."
"He's cute," he admitted, scratching the puppy's back.
"Never thought I'd hear that from you."
"I'm full of surprises, dear."
And since that day, the puppy became a part of your family. When he grew bigger, he protected you, proving to your husband once more, that it had been the right choice to bring him home.
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[ The Leader of the Revolutionary Army kept his vulnerable side hidden behind impenetrable walls, afraid that every tiny weakness he showed could be used against his cause. Unfortunately for Dragon, he found you irresistible … ]
🐉| You would never forget the day your village had been raided and burned down by the marines, the very same people who had sworn to protect the common folk. As the flames feasted on everything you held dear, you prayed for salvation.
Clouds began to darken the sky like a bad omen, but just when you were about to give up hope and run, the rain soothed the fire and washed away all the blood of the innocents. In your state of shock you hadn’t yet realized that you were the sole survivor of the attack.
A reflection appeared in the puddle your knees had sunken into— a cloaked man with tired eyes stared you down.
"Have you come here to finish your job?" You chuckled humorlessly and bared your neck for him, pretending to slice your throat with your finger.
The man frowned and pulled down his hood, revealing a dark mane of spiky hair, flowing in the stormy wind that abruptly slowed down.
"No," he replied and placed a hand on your shoulder, you flinched but didn’t dare to slap it away.
"I was hoping to find more people willing to fight … unless it is your wish to die on your knees, then I won’t stop you," he explained calmly, something in the cadence of his voice told you that he didn’t mean what he said.
"You’re not a marine?" You wondered and slowly pulled yourself out of the mud, his hands gripped yours to help you stand.
"Far from it, but it wouldn’t be smart to linger any longer. If you want to live, follow me."
And follow you did, leaving behind the ruins of your old life to begin your revenge.
🐉| You didn't see Dragon much after joining the Revolutionary Army, too occupied by your combat training. Thankfully it seemed you were quite decent at handling firearms and knives, so you didn’t need to fear having to work as a medic instead. All the strangers quickly turned into comrades after a few drinks, the thought that you might watch some of them die at any moment forced you to enjoy every second of peace.
"Hey, newbie, the Commander wants to see you," one of the captains called out to you during dinner.
"Oh, don’t worry about it, I'm sure he just wants to check how you’re holding up!" Koala assured you with a pat on the back.
"Does he have time for that?" Sabo mumbled with his mouth half-full, for a former noble he sure had abandoned all manners.
"Uhm, well— usually not, but-," Koala's words trailed off.
You sighed and stood up.
"I will go, if he kicks me out before our first mission I at least don’t have to worry about a marine shooting me down."
🐉| You prepared for an interrogation, for tough questions about your performance during training, for anything and everything as your thoughts raced a thousand miles. What you hadn’t prepared yourself for, was to find your Leader dressed in nothing but a loose undershirt and loose, camo pants.
Unsure where to look, you focused your attention on the piles of maps and books lying all over the floor and the small wooden desk in the middle of the room. Anywhere but the outlines of Dragon's pectorals pushing through the fabric of the shirt, who would’ve thought the man was hiding such a perfect frame underneath his coat?
"You wanted to see me?" Those words broke the silence and Dragon leaned back in his seat, the lines under his eyes were somehow even darker than usual.
"Yes, please sit," he gestured towards the chair opposite of him and you sat down.
"If I’ve done something wrong, I apologize—"
"No, no this isn’t about what you’ve done. Forgive me, but I have to move you to another base. It's for your own safety."
You felt the ground slip away from your feet— after making new friends and finding some solace and comfort on this island he wanted you to … leave?
"I'm not afraid to fight, I will be safe anywhere if I train just a little harder!"
Dragon grumbled and rose from his seat. He walked over to you and reached out to hold your chin, only to stop himself halfway and step back.
"This isn’t about the enemy," he stated, locking eyes with you.
"Then what else? I at least deserve to know!" Raising your voice didn’t seem to move him, he hardly reacted at all when you jumped up and pointed your finger at his chest.
Patience had never been your greatest virtue. Perhaps it was purely the fear coursing through your veins that pushed you to lose your temper. After all, you weren’t ready to give up everything you had found here.
Dragon took a deep breath.
"From the moment I laid eyes on you I felt things that I should not. As the leader of my people I can not allow any sensibilities to distract me from our cause … the future of the world depends on it. So I must ask you to leave."
You held onto the edge of the table to stop yourself from falling. This couldn’t be happening. You— He— … You had been so sure that you had only imagined his eyes lingering on you when he watched you and the other cadets train. Those few times he chose to sit next to you during meals were merely coincidences, the day he taught you how to hold a gun was pure luck and the touch of his hands around your waist was done out of necessity rather than affection.
Oh, how naive you had been.
"Please," Dragon urged you, "For the sake of what I— what we believe in, let me assign you to a place far away from here."
Driven by the fear of being separated from him, to be cast aside before this fleeting affection could blossom into something more, you gathered all your confidence and kissed him.
His lips were dry and his tongue felt rough as you deepened the kiss. Dragon was frozen until he finally responded. He placed his hand at the back of your head and held you close as he slowly began to take the lead. You could tell from the way he embraced you that he wasn’t used to intimacy, so touch starved that he hardly stopped to breathe.
"Is this it then?" You whispered, barely able to tear yourself away from him.
Dragon pressed you against the edge of his desk, bending you over until he stood between your legs and you were lying across a map of the marine headquarters.
"You will leave by sunrise, until then …," he spoke quietly, playing nervously with your hair, "I'm all yours."
You bit your lip and wrapped your legs around Dragon's hips.
"For the revolution," you teased him, eager to be taken.
🐉| Soon you found yourself moaning his name as Dragon fucked you across the table. For someone who hardly spoke and rarely mingled with strangers, he possessed an impressive amount of experience— he knew exactly where to squeeze and push to get you excited. Though the act needed to be rushed, he took his time to prepare you.
Dragon had dropped to his knees and softened up your pussy with his tongue. Now that his cock was buried inside of you, every thrust felt electrifying and raw. He wasn’t much of a sweet talker, the occasional groan slipping past his tightly pursed lips was a treat nonetheless. It were your moans alone that filled the room.
"Please … please let me stay," you gasped as Dragon bent down to kiss you.
"Can’t, we can’t," he grunted and buried his face between your breasts. "Too dangerous."
You could hardly argue with him, his cock rendered you speechless only seconds later.
"Give me a week," you pleaded, "I will show you that we can."
You couldn’t tell if it were your words that had warmed his heart or your pussy clenching tightly around his length— but he agreed with a reluctant nod.
"You're a devil," Dragon whispered and grabbed both of your thighs, his large hands digging into the soft flesh he found there.
All you did was smile, your legs spread wide, knowing that he wouldn’t leave you.
🐉| A week passed. A week, during which both you and Dragon had found every excuse in the book to steal yourselves away from duty to deepen your relationship instead. Dragon repeated many times that this couldn’t go on, that it was wrong for him to entertain a distraction like this. And yet he still sought you out right after he finished giving his morning speech … and your comrades quickly noticed your absence.
It was becoming impossible to hide what had occurred between you and the Commander.
"Don’t tell me you two are—," Koala whispered after having pulled you aside.
"We are," you replied and she squeaked in a mixture of shock and delight.
"I had no idea Dragon could have feelings like that … I've never seen him with a woman!"
"Be so good and don’t tell anyone, it's enough that everyone's already suspecting it. He was going to send me away, you know? But I convinced him to let me stay. I hope I didn’t make a mistake, what if we’re too late to save somebody because I distracted him?"
Koala put her hands on her hips and pouted.
"True love is nothing to feel ashamed of! Our Commander won’t fail because you’re with him!" She stated proudly. "So don’t blame yourself, silly."
"Thanks," was all you could say, fighting desperately to hold back your tears.
( cw: wounds )
🐉| During an attack on the base you made your way to the frontline despite Dragon's protest and desire to keep you safely locked away. Once he had grown attached to you, allowed himself to feel vulnerable in your presence, he struggled more and more to see you as a fellow soldier. You assured him that you could strike back, eager to avenge your family and friends. It did little to persuade the stubborn Commander, so you had to sneak out.
With a gun in hand and a few grenades tied to your belt, you ran into the chaos.
You were going to prove that you were still a force to be reckoned with, your love didn’t hold you back.
The marines weren’t sparing you any mercy. Bombs fell, you narrowly managed to avoid them. The dead bodies of your comrades made you pause, you whispered a quick prayer to lighten up the guilt weighing on your shoulders before you continued to rush forward.
Then you saw him— Dragon!
Dark clouds followed him wherever he went. He seemed to be in the middle of a fight with the Vice Admiral who had called for the attack, both men were exhausted, but you could see that the marine was covered in open cuts and fresh bruises while your Commander was only bleeding from his scalp.
"Hey! Over here!" You screamed without thinking, wanting to distract the marine from Dragon so he could strike back.
A bullet hit your shoulder only a second later. As you stumbled backwards, the world around you spun in circles and you heard Dragon's voice calling out for you in the distance.
Your bravery far exceeded your strategical abilities.
🐉| You woke up in a warm bed, wrapped up in two blankets and your head resting on a pile of pillows softer than any you had slept on before since you had joined the army. The scent of freshly brewed tea pulled you from your deep slumber, you were parched, how long had you been asleep for?
"There you are," Dragon said, sitting at the side of the bed with a cup of tea in hand, "I was beginning to worry you were skipping out on your duties on purpose."
You grinned at him rather weakly and sat up. Without needing to be told, Dragon leaned forward and held the cup to your lips. It was strange to see him so … caring. Of course you two had been intimate, and sometimes you had stayed the night in his office, but it surprised you that he was the one to nurse you back to health.
"Is … everyone alright?" You dared to ask.
Dragon ignored your question and helped you take another sip instead. When you were finished, he placed the cup down and lifted your blanket up, giving you a first look at how badly damaged your body was. Despite your entire chest being wrapped in bandages, you only felt a slight burn in your shoulder.
"Let me rephrase that, is everyone but me alright?"
Dragon almost chuckled at that, but the brief moment of humor quickly evaporated and he looked just as grim as before.
"We lost two dozen men and women," he confessed, upon seeing you tear up, he wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, trying his best to console you, "We put them to rest a few days ago."
"Days?!"
Dragon grabbed your arm to prevent you from jumping out of the bed.
"Yes, days. And given your current state, you will be out for a little while longer … and I will continue to care for you."
"Isn’t there something more important for you to do? I'm sure Koala can—"
"No, I wish to stay right here. I won’t take my eyes off you again, no matter what."
🐉| Dragon was gentle when he changed your bandages. You hardly flinched as his fingers brushed across your chest, touching your sensitive nipples. If you were lucky, he was too distracted by your breasts to continue without kissing each bud and whispering to you that you'll feel better soon. He massaged your shoulder with different oils and tinctures, some tingly and others pleasantly warm. You should have gotten shot much earlier.
The Leader of the Revolutionaries tended to you during every free minute of his day. When he wasn’t taking calls from all over the world or coordinating attacks, he was sitting at your bed and reading to you or holding your hand.
Something told you that your injury had scared him more than he was letting on. By all means, it wasn’t a fatal wound, but you couldn’t imagine the hurt on Dragon's face when he had seen you fall to the ground.
Those days spent in his care would forever remain as some of your sweetest memories.
🐉| Only a week after your recovery, Dragon gave you the order to pack up and leave. Sabo was heading to another base and you were told to follow— no explanation, no private talk and most painfully of all, no goodbye. The Commander had only handed you a letter with your order and then left.
Left with no other choice, you obeyed. Kept alive by the wish of reuniting with him when the war was over.
Thanks for reading!! Woahr what's that, a dragon post? A rare treat. But I believe the dragon girlies out there deserve some crumbs too. ❤️
[ Shamrock's love can be intense, but no matter how rough he is, he will always be there to help you feel better. ]
🤍| Shamrock slowly pulled out of your heat while keeping a firm grip on your legs to prevent you from moving too quick and straining your muscles after this intense session. In the past hour he hadn’t taken his hands off you once, he had ravaged your body with his teeth and tongue — leaving behind marks and bruises, evidence of how deeply he loved and adored you. If it was up to him alone, he would have bent you over once more and chased his high for a third time.
But you were only human, and Shamrock cast aside all selfishness for your sake. Your body wasn’t meant to endure the stamina of a God, so he rolled off of you and ended the ceremony with a kiss to your forehead.
"Are you alright?" The knight inquired, brushing your messy hair behind your ears so he could get a better look at your face, it was glistening with sweat and tears, proving to him that he had done his very best.
You nodded, replying with nothing but a small gasp and a smile.
"Did I hurt you, my dear?" His dark voice purred, hands traveling across your naked body until they rested at your thighs and he gave them a good squeeze.
"My back …," you spoke breathlessly and your attentive husband immediately perked up like a dog being told to sit. "But you don’t need to worry about it, I think I was just in an awkward position and—"
Shamrock silenced you with an apologetic kiss, his groping turned softer and he hid his fangs behind his tongue as he made out with you.
"Let me help," he offered and you knew you couldn’t deny him.
Serving you and you alone was his life-long duty on par with his servitude to the Great One.
🤍| After making sure you weren’t bleeding, he scooped your naked body into his arms and carried you to the bathroom. You asked to be put down on your feet, but he refused. In his eyes the risk of you slipping on the tiles or passing out was too great.
At the sound of a short whistle coming from his lips, two servants entered without daring to raise their heads to gaze upon your vulnerable frame. The sight of you was only meant for him, all unworthy eyes who bore witness to your unveiled breasts were swiftly blinded by his sword. No blood was spilled thankfully and soon the bath tub was filled up with hot water and decorated with rose petals floating on top.
Shamrock sank you ever so slowly into the water, as soon as it touched your skin you let out a moan of relief. Especially your spine and legs were grateful for the warmth enveloping your entire body.
"Is that better?" Shamrock fetched a warm towel from the servants and put it around your shoulders. "My strong wife."
You chuckled and tried to twist your neck to kiss him, but he promptly stopped you with both of his big hands holding your face.
"Perhaps it's better if I join you," he suggested and you moved to make a bit of space for him — an act that was purely done out of habit rather than necessity. The tub was large enough to fit at least four people.
Shamrock's body was hardened by many battles and conditioned by his relentless training and strict diet. He was the perfect example of a knight, from his discipline to his looks. You gazed at him in awe, biting your lip as you realized that this truly was the man you were promised to for the rest of your life. He climbed into the tub and tied his long, red hair up into a ponytail so it didn’t get wet.
"Let us enjoy ourselves before I must return to my work."
You happily obliged.
🤍| Your husband not only spoiled you with a hot bath and compliments followed by kisses everywhere on your skin, he also offered to give you a massage. His hands were as big as your entire face, no matter where he caressed and kneaded your flesh, you could feel the sensation coursing through your entire body.
"Where did you learn to be such a good masseur?"
Shamrock scoffed and rested his chin on your shoulder, he put his hands beneath the water and surprised you by cupping your entire chest.
"It's part of a knight's routine training," he joked flatly.
"Oh? So I could ask any of your knights for a massage and they would do it just as well as you?" You teased him back, spreading your legs to entice him to explore.
Shamrock raised a brow at your comment and immediately took it as a challenge.
"Brat," he growled into your ear before he used one hand to knead your tits like dough and the other one to gently play with your clit.
🤍| It was usually the task of the servants to dry you off, but Shamrock was feeling a bit too territorial after spending all day claiming you. So he took matters into his own hands and carefully wrapped you in a fresh towel, then began to rub it all over you.
"Shamrock- that hurts," you told him and he immediately stopped, then continued at a much slower pace.
"Forgive me," he whispered and bowed his head.
You buried your hand in his hair, suddenly you were overcome by the realization that despite your gentle soul, you were in control of one of the most powerful men in the world.
🤍| Bath time was followed by a good, hearty meal that Shamrock hoped would strengthen your body and keep you fit so you could endure him. Although he should have long returned to his work at that point, he chose to make you sit in his lap so he could spoon feed you.
"Open up, darling," he instructed you, then put the fork between your lips so you could enjoy your bite.
"You know I can feed myself just fine, right?" You pointed out and he shook his head.
"It's not about what you can do," he corrected you gently, but firmly and cut up another piece for you, "It only matters what I can do for you."
"But you’ve already done so much," you argued, feeling your fleeting self-esteem dwindle as Shamrock stared you down.
"No, you’re the one who surrendered her body to me. You spread your legs for me, you took me so well despite all the pain … you’re the one who will bear my children. This, is the least I can do for you to show my gratitude."
You sighed, slowly sinking against his chest, then you parted your lips to take another bite from him.
Shamrock was right. You did deserve to be taken care of.
🤍| All good times must come to an end. Shamrock could no longer ignore the ringing of his den-den and as a last act of servitude, he carried you back to bed. All the sheets had been changed in the meantime and the sun was beginning to set, casting a gentle, warm light into the room. You nuzzled his chest and hoped he could slip right under the covers with you, but duty called.
"Farewell, darling. Sweet dreams," he said and let his lips ghost over the tip of your nose. "I will be back before you awaken. Rest assured."
As much as you were beginning to miss him already, you knew deep down that your knight would always return to you— no matter how far away his orders took him.
"I love you," he added, much quieter, hoping you hadn’t heard that flicker of vulnerability slip through the cracks.
You pretended to be asleep and did not reply, only allowing yourself to breathe again when the door fell shut behind him.
Thanks for reading!! Aaaaaaaand we’re back! I have returned to writing my usual nonsense for tumblr while also working on commissions ( if you’re interested, shoot me a DM! ), requests remain closed for a bit longer, but new knight & Imu content will be my top priority. 🙏🏻 Let's get back to the grind.
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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."
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👁️| 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-
