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Hey just wanted to ask. But can you get refund on commsions from you? Because I when read it said nothing about refund policy or something like that.

There’s a few things to this. If the story has already been written, no. I won’t be able to do a refund. And if someone was unhappy with the story they commissioned, I keep them up to date on the progress and they can request to have things changed. I’ll have to update any refund processes on the post, since I didn’t see it there either. Right now I don’t have the money for a refund if the story hasn’t been finished yet, since I’m just trying to get by.

BUT! If you’re someone who reserved a slot but the story has never been written, I can work out getting that money back to you as soon as I start getting paid again but it might be a bit. Currently there’s a lot going on. With my mom, my job, my mental health, things are just crazy right now so please try to be patient with me ^^

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Here’s that update

Update:

Hey y’all. Sorry for the silence…again…there was a situation with my mom. It’s gonna be really stressful, but I’m gonna try to get done what I can when it comes to writing, but some things will definitely be published late.

I can’t really go into the details right now, but right now I’m just trying to get by. I’m beyond stressed, and doing anything other than have panic attacks keeps getting more and more difficult. I love my mama, even if she’s not always the best mama. So this situation that’s happening is just…terrifying.

I appreciate everyone’s patience, and I’ll try to get back to posting more soon. Thank you so much <3

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Kinktober 3. Temperature Play - Laughing Jack

This one is a fem reader! So fair warning on that. Normally I do gn reader unless specified but the idea for this one swept me away! His abilities are greatly exaggerated for the sake of this story XD I figured I wanted to branch off a bit, and give my own little spin on the idea of temperature play with him!

My smut skills are still improving slowly, plz be mindful I'm not always the best at writing smut but I do my best. Thank you for the support!

Word Count: 1,439

You were walking through the carnival, hand in hand with Jack. You’d been seeing him for several months at this point, and he loved that you accepted him entirely. All his flaws and quirks, only made you love him more. In turn, he loved anything and everything about you. From the way you grinned from ear to ear every time you saw him, to the excited jumps you did when he’d bring you a gift. He even loved how cute your snoring was when he’d cuddle you until you fell asleep. 

Though today, the date wasn’t really planned properly. It was freezing outside, in a sudden cold front. The carnival was still lit up, but even the workers were wearing heavy jackets or coats, while you stood there in a thin t-shirt and shorts. It was so warm yesterday! How were you supposed to know there’d be a wave of chillness through your town? It only made you sigh, and clutch Jack’s hand tightly as you walked slowly through the carnival. 

He laughed when you started shivering, and it only made you pout at him since he was completely unaffected by the cold. “Should’ve dressed warmer~” He teased, and patted your head, but as he looked down at you…his eyes seemed to darken as they locked onto your chest. It was nearly unnoticed, but his carefree expression covered his face once again. He let out a chuckle, and he pulled you through the shops and stalls. 

It wasn’t long before you were clinging to his arm, teeth chattering. Your breasts pushed against his arm as you cradled it, even though you knew it wouldn’t bring you any warmth. His temperature always seemed to be cool across his whole body, but right now even he wasn’t as cold as the cruel wind that brushed across you. You clenched his arm in your grasp, and looked up at him with sincerity. “Can we go now? It’s too cold…” 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he tensed up as you hugged his arm against you. All you got in response is teasing though, as he turned to you and cradled your cheek with his free hand. You didn’t notice the shift in the air around you, but you did notice the wind seemed to calm as he kissed you. He pulled back only slightly, a wicked grin on his face as he laughed. “How could you look like that around all those strangers, hm?” His expression was dark, but a wide grin on his cheeks that gave your body the impression it was heating up. 

“L-Like what?” You said, confused, but still shaking. It was getting a bit warmer…so you looked around, to realize Jack had sent you both into his domain. It could warp and shift into anything he wanted, and right now he was making it only slightly warmer. At least without the wind, you didn’t shiver as violently as it had before. “C-Can’t you make it warmer?” You pleaded, and your hand grasped his arm as you spoke softly. 

He cackled in response, and spun you in a circle, only to realize you were then in the center of the stage. It was large, and completely empty. Sometimes he had souls he’d taken sprawled throughout, but right now it was completely silent…empty. You had no idea what he had planned, and it filled you with both fear and excitement. You trusted him entirely, and knew you would enjoy whatever it was he was preparing to do. 

“Like this!” He said, and one of his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer while the other cupped your breast, his thumb rubbing small circles around the peak. You hadn’t even noticed your nipples showing through your shirt, and the thought only had you embarrassed. “You’re mine to play with, I don’t want people looking at you the way I look at you.” He smiled wide, but his eyes were narrowed, leaving him with an intimidating look of desire. 

You gasped, and your hands shot up to his shoulders. “M’sorry…” Was all you could say, breathing picking up as his finger trailed across your nipple as he cackled. A small squeak of surprise left your lips as he spun you to the ground, your hands shooting out to catch yourself. He wasn’t having it, and your hands tried to pick yourself up from the position he had put you in. It wasn’t like you didn’t want this, but you were beyond surprised. 

Really, you should expect this, but the only thing you could expect with Laughing Jack…was you never really knew what his next move would be. That thought only heightened as he pulled you by your waist, a hand on your back to keep your chest to the ground. Your face was practically stuck on the floor, and you wince with a whimper as his claws dug slightly into your back. His grip was firm, and he pulled you onto your knees and his free hand trailed idly along your ass. 

“If your body reacts like this to the cold…I wonder how else it’ll react to it.” He hummed in thought, and you wondered what he was about to do. Within seconds, a hole had been ripped through your pants and underwear. His hand cupped your ass, before his fingertips teased your folds. 

The cold made you gasp, and tried to move away from him in shock, though he kept you firmly in place. His fingers were abnormally cold, and you knew it was intentional. A whimper left your lips, and you felt your clit throb as he slowly spread your folds. “J-Jack…” You pleaded, whimpering before letting out a shrill moan when he shoved one of his fingers in. 

He laughed loudly, but you could hear the undertones of a growl in his voice. “Hm, it’s cold out here, but somehow…it’s warm in here. Maybe you enjoy this more than I thought~” He sounded desperate, but still somehow in control. It wasn’t just you that got excited from this, and it was clear in his words and actions. 

Your face flushed with embarrassment, knowing he was right. Your body had heated up substantially, and you felt the wetness slowly dripping down your thighs as he thrust his finger into you slowly at first, before picking up the pace. But every time you got close, he would slow down. It had you whimpering and whining as you felt the stark contrast between his icy cold fingers and your blazingly hot core.  

“I think you’re ready, don’t you think?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, but couldn’t see him as he patted your back to instruct you to stay in this position. “But I wouldn’t say you’ve earned all of me yet. Besides…I know how much you love this.” He spoke, and didn’t give you a second to wonder as he removed his finger, only to lick your folds slowly with his snake-like tongue. 

It had you crying out, and you writhed, only for his arms to firmly grip your thighs and keep you in place. His tongue was much larger than his fingers, and had a texture you could never pinpoint. Despite that, you both knew it was one of your favorite ways to cum…even though right now it felt like his tongue was made of ice. It wasn’t something you’d ever experienced before, and after all his teasing, it didn’t take you long to tumble over the edge. 

When he was satisfied and let you ride out your orgasm for as long as you could, he flipped you over onto your back. You were disheveled and panted beneath him with wide, glazed eyes. “You look so pretty when you come undone for me…” He smirked, and his claws shot down onto the stage on either side of your head. “If you look like this after my tongue, I bet you’ll look even better with all of me in you.” He cackled, head throwing back as he laughed. 

He took a deep breath and looked at you, as the air around you chilled and became almost freezing. You shivered and immediately clung to him for any semblance of warmth. His look never wavered, and if anything, that smirk only grew. “That’s right, I’m your savior, aren’t I?” He leaned close, a crazed look in his eyes that had you gasping. “You’re gonna cum for me again and again, and I’ll only make it colder until you’re shivering beneath me, but if you’re good…”

“I’ll bring you the salvation you want. In any form you desire.” 

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Kinktober - 2. Dacryphilia - Mammon

Our little masochist, the one and only Mammon. Obey Me is such a comfort game, honestly. And honestly? Seeing Mammon with the prompt of Dacryphilia...how am I supposed to imagine he can make someone ELSE cry during sex? I can't. It had to be him, being the true sub that he is. So enjoy day 2 of Kinktober!

There isn't really lead up, this whole thing is basically just smut with fluff sprinkled in.

Dacryphilia: The interest/arousal in tears/sobbing

Word Count: 1,426

You ran your fingers through Mammon’s hair, tugging only slightly. He was gasping, whimpering beneath your touch. Despite it all, he glared up at you as he tried to cover up his noises. It was far from a successful attempt, and it only made you smirk as your hand moved along his length with precision. Not too fast, not too slow, just the right pace that had him a melted mess beneath you. You were sat on the side of the bed, bending over slightly to keep your eyes locked on his. 

“W-Why shou-should I say s-sorry?” He panted as he stuttered, and strained against the restraints keeping his arms and legs tied to the bed frame. He was strong enough to break them, and you both knew it. But the way he whined and writhed showed that…he didn’t want to. He was enjoying this as much as you were, if not more. “H-He did it!” He scowled, but the noise that was meant to sound strong and defiant was far from such. The only emotion that persisted above the others was desperation. 

You weren’t giving him enough stimulation, while simultaneously giving him too MUCH stimulation. Your movements were to torment him, while bringing him to the edge of bliss time and time again. “Mammon, baby…you know it was your fault.” A soft laugh left your lips, and you sighed, giving his length a firmer squeeze as you continued to stroke him. “Lucifer didn’t spend all the money on his personal card to buy…hm…what was it? Ah yes, accessories for YOUR room.” At your words, you quickened your pace for emphasis. 

He let out a strangled moan, biting his lip harshly to prevent himself from being louder than he already was. “B-But he’s got t-the mone-ney for it!” Mammon tried to plead his case, and it actually made you smirk. He was making this more fun than it already was, pouting in protest while he sucked in air sharply with each stroke. When you smirked though, his pout faltered and he looked nervous…but eager. 

You laughed, leaning down from your spot as you sat next to him on the bed to let your lips grace his ear. “But that’s not your money to spend, baby. So now you’ll have to pay for it in…other ways.” As you finished speaking, you nipped his earlobe and dragged your teeth down the side of his neck. “Let’s see, just from memory, you spent well over a thousand devil points. Did Lucifer really deserve to have all that stolen from him?” You spoke as if lecturing a small child, with a grin on your face. 

“F-Fine I’m so-sorry!” He gasped, whimpering loudly as you only moved faster. He writhed, and gasped, whimpering and moaning as he shut his eyes tight. It was as if he didn’t want to say the words at all, and could have been lying to get out of whatever punishment this was. “I-I said I’m sorry!” He hissed through gritted teeth when you only stroked him faster and rougher. 

“I’m not the one who needs to hear that you’re sorry. You have to promise on our pact that you’ll tell him you’re sorry.” Your tone made it clear you weren’t upset with him, but this was far too amusing to stop now. “AND, you’ll be paying him back in a reasonable amount of time.” With a soft laugh, you gripped him firmly and started moving your hand up and down his shaft rapidly. “Promise me, baby.” You whispered in his ear, and pulled back to look at his face with the darkened eyes and smirk you know he loves. 

Mammon couldn’t form words by the time you were stroking as quickly as you could. He wasn’t patient, and you knew he’d cum soon, no matter if you said he could or not. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try. You whispered in his ear, bringing him closer to the peak of bliss when you tutted. “No, no, baby. You can’t cum yet. You haven’t promised you’d say sorry.” Your voice was soft, but teasing as his eyes shot open to look at you. 

“B-But-” He whimpered, pleading before letting out a cry. Your hand shot up to cover his mouth, as he released a series of strangled moans into your hand. His chest heaved, and his hips tried to buck up into your hand with desperation. As soon as you removed your hand from his mouth, he was sputtering out, “I promise! Fuck, I promise! I-I’ll say s-sorry!” He hadn’t hardly finished the sentence when you felt him twitch in your grip, knowing he was nearing the edge. Despite that, you had to continue to tease him. 

“I don’t know if that’s good enough, baby. You really upset him, are you sure you deserve to cum when you were so thoughtless earlier?” Your other hand moved to trail down his chest, teasingly moving along the marks on his chest. “I don’t think you deserve it just yet. I don’t think you feel SORRY enough.” You sighed, and dug your nails into his chest lightly. Not enough to make him bleed, but to leave faint red marks later. 

“P-please! I ain’t able to h-hold it no more, please!” He begged, writhing under your touch as his hips bucked up to meet your hand. He was whining and whimpering, and you wouldn’t let him reach that peak yet. The noises he was making really did sound like you were torturing him…and maybe you were, but not in a way that he didn’t crave. “P-PLEASE!” He called out, and he tensed his entire body up. 

You paused momentarily, and ran your fingers along his cheeks. He had started crying, and something seemed to ignite within you. Your smirk creeped back onto your face, and this time you shifted to maneuver yourself on top of him. “You look so pretty when you cry, baby.” The words were almost growled, as you picked up the pace and tugged him by the back of the neck into a kiss. “Keep crying for me.” You muttered against his lips, your own voice starting to sound desperate, and you let out soft grunts and growls into the kiss. 

With one last motion, you sat up, letting him coat your chest and abdomen in his cum. You let him ride out that high, and slowly ceased your strokes as he reached his limit. He only writhed, whimpering softly as he looked up at you with dazed eyes. Seeing you covered in his cum had him twitching in your hand, which only made him wince. 

“Y-You really had fun with that one, didn’t ya?” He huffed, but you knew he wasn’t really upset despite his harsher tone. “But…I had fun too.” Mammon spoke softly, as he looked away from you with a pout. He was still panting, trying to catch his breath from the overwhelming amount of pleasure he just felt. 

“I know you did, baby.” You leaned forward, bringing him into a much softer kiss. Both of you sighed into the kiss, and pulled back momentarily to start recovering from the night. “Honestly? I think it was kind of…hot…how you cried like that. It really kicked me into overdrive to make you feel even better.” You laughed a bit breathlessly, and caressed the side of his face. 

“D-Don’t get used to it! I don’t cry!” He huffed and pouted firmly with a glare as he looked up at you. “You’re a sadist, you know that?” He glared as hard as he could, but his entire expression shifted when you smiled at him sheepishly. “W-Woah, hey! I wasn’t tryin’ to be mean!” By then, he’d broken the restraints and held your face to make sure you weren’t upset at all. 

“I know you weren’t being mean, I just…didn’t know I had it in me.” You laughed a bit louder, and rested your weight on top of him. You’d get cleaned up soon, but right now you just wanted to rest in the moment. After a few minutes, you’d smirked at him as he rubbed your back. “You know…I kind of want to make you cry in the best ways possible.” 

As he sucked in a short breath, you both sat there for a moment. Neither really knew if you were joking about it or not, but you’d figure it out in time. Afterall, you weren’t short on time you could spend together. Maybe you’d be able to think of endless possibilities to see him cry so pretty again…

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Gachatober Day 1. Djinn - Zhongli

Day one of the monster fest!!! As stated in a previous update, the reader will usually be gn to apply to more people, and it'll be entirely fluff to make up for the kinktober I'm also doing XD

I did a lil bit of research on Djinn, and one of the main results when looking them up is how they can look like anything they want, so I leaned further into the shapeshifting aspect rather than general magic and other qualities. So with that said! Thank you for reading <3

Word Count: 1,241

You always knew something was a little different about your boyfriend, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Despite being a couple for several months now, there were still some aspects of him that were a mystery to you. He always seemed to know your favorite foods, and it was almost like he was reading your mind sometimes. But it wasn’t like you had any proof, so you kept your thoughts off the matter. Surely he wasn’t something inhuman…right?

Though today you thought you saw a small shift in his appearance. It wasn’t a different hairstyle, nor did you notice him getting any taller…but it seemed like something was completely wrong about his appearance. You were stumped, and stared at him intensely at the dinner table. Any other day and you might have dropped it, but you were determined to know the answers to your questions that had been building up for the majority of your relationship. 

When you saw traces of red and orange across his face for a split second, you couldn’t deny those nagging thoughts anymore. Though as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, you hesitated. What were you supposed to do? Ask him if he was even human? That wouldn’t go over well, but neither would sitting here contemplating if you should just ask the question or not. With a deep sigh, you looked at him with a mixture of hesitation and overwhelming curiosity. 

“Zhongli…this might sound stupid…” You tried to give him a small smile, but you were worried you’d look like a complete idiot for even thinking about asking your question. “Are you…entirely human?” It was hard to maintain eye contact with him, but it left you with your jaw dropping when he responded casually. 

“No.” 

You gasped, but gulped and tried to gather your courage to continue on with this train of conversation. “So what…are you?” It had your full attention, knowing he wasn’t one to joke around when you were being so earnest…or even joke around at all. “Sometimes I see you look different. Like a different skin color for a second, or you always seem to know what I’m thinking or what I like.” You felt the need to explain, trying to prove to him and yourself that you weren’t crazy. 

“I’m a Djinn.” He spoke, matter-of-factly. As he took a sip of his drink, he waited patiently for your response. When he didn’t get one, with you stumbling for words, he continued. “I’m sure you’re aware of what that is. Though I’m a bit different from the others, in that…I sought a relationship with a human. And I don’t regret that choice.” His words held no hesitation, but there was a small glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. He was genuinely scared you’d react harshly to it. 

“Oh…” You muttered, unsure of what exactly to say. Sure, you’d heard of Djinn, but you had no idea they were real. And even moreso, you had no idea you were dating one. “I don’t really know much about them-I mean you! I mean-wow I’m really messing this up…” You sighed, and looked at him apologetically. “Is it true you can look however you want to? Is it a mirage or do you actually become what you want?” The traces of excitement were clear in your voice, and he gave a soft smile in appreciation. 

“It may be easier to show you.” He coughed, and let you pay for the meal as per usual, though you didn’t mind. As soon as the bill had been paid, he held your hand and led you to the outskirts of your small town in Liyue. 

Normally, you’d be afraid to go this far away with someone you didn’t know. But in that moment…you were sure you’d always known the real Zhongli. You may not have known WHAT he was, but you knew WHO he was, and that was far more important. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to see him potentially shapeshift in front of you. Would he be something dangerous? Something cutesy? Maybe even something small. Though when he did change his form, you couldn’t have been prepared for what you saw. 

In a matter of seconds, he had changed and become a long legless dragon. Despite not even having wings, he floated effortlessly a few feet above the ground. Your jaw dropped once more, and you reached out to feel his face without thinking twice. To your surprise, it seemed as if he really did change into this creature. You could feel every scale, and the structure of his bones through your fingertips. 

“That’s so cool…” You mumbled, and you heard a soft chuckle. It made you jump, somehow even surprised at the fact he sounded the exact same, except for a slight twinge of roughness in the tone. “S-Sorry…I just don’t know what to say.” You staggered a bit, but leaned into his touch with a laugh as his tail wrapped around you loosely. 

“If you’d like, I can show you the skies. I’m overdue for a flight anyway.” He didn’t portray any preference, as if it was completely up to you or not, and he didn’t mind either response. Though he could pick up on your question easily, continuing. “I wouldn’t let you fall. Not in a million years.” He leaned his head forward, and relaxed himself as he gave you a small reassuring squeeze. 

“I think…I’d like that. But I’m gonna hold you to your word!” You playfully poked his nose and let out a giggle. “I’ll never forgive you if you let me fall.” But as you grew more used to his form, you ran your hands along his scales in a display of affection. Your eyes were still wide in awe, but your face held a wide grin, as you felt like you’d been able to see something very few in history have. You swelled with pride, and you promised yourself you’d never do anything to break his trust. 

With his help, you got on him, grasping tightly around him with your arms and legs. A surprised yelp left your lips as he moved slowly and precisely further into the sky. But true to his word, he never got you anywhere close to falling off. If you neared that point, he grasped you firmly and helped you stay in place. It was the first of many flights, and you got to see just how easily he could look like anything he wanted to. 

One question stuck though, and you had to ask a few months after you learned of what he was. “Why…this form? You could look like anything in the world! So why do you choose to look like that?” You hummed, your head in his lap as you looked up at him. “I’m not complaining! I mean you look great, but I wanna know the thought process behind it. 

It caused him to let out a chuckle, and he cradled your face in his hands. His eyes were full of adoration, and he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs. “Because…I believed this was the kind of man you would speak with.” His confession had you blushing red, but your look of shock was replaced with a grin. 

“You’re really sweet and sappy, beneath that apathetic facade you know.” You giggled, and leaned further into his touch. 

“Only for you, my love.” 

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Kinktober - 1. Lingerie - Lucifer

Day 1 everyone! I'm working on getting everything done early so I can make sure to get every fic done on time :3 So if all goes well, each day will be scheduled and uploaded as the days arrive. I'm looking forward to y'all seeing my fics!

Thank you for your support, everyone <3

Word Count: 1,380

You knew Lucifer was overworked and stressed, he had barely messaged you today. Though going to his office wouldn’t be the best idea, you didn’t want to distract him since this seemed like important work. That didn’t stop his brothers though, and you heard him yelling through the dorms on numerous occasions for them interrupting him. It made your heart ache knowing how stressed he was, but it would be okay if your plan worked properly. 

He’d be back to your room within the next hour, as he promised, so you had the perfect idea on how to help him destress. You’d managed to avoid his brothers, and headed to a shop in town. Money wasn’t an issue, and you’d decided to wear a black and red lacy piece. Once you put it on in the changing room, you knew this was the one. It left little to imagination, and most of it was see through, small pieces solid over your nipples and between your legs. There were lines of fabric running across, but for the most part, he’d be able to see everything clearly through this lingerie set. 

It had the garters you knew he loved, which pulled the whole piece together to make it perfect. You were excited, feeling proud that you’d be able to help him out in this way. You’d done sexual things with him before…regularly…and it really seemed to brighten his mood. Though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel as good as he did. He wasn't one to revoke power or control, but he’d let you on a handful of occasions in your years of being with him. 

Tonight though, you wanted to go at his pace and do anything it took to help him feel better. Rather it be your pleasuring him, or him pleasuring you. He tended to like both options, and refused to cum before you had. When he did, he’d pay you back tenfold…literally. There would be times tears welled in your eyes as he brought you to the edge of pleasure time and time again, knowing you had to at least attempt to be quiet with his brothers in the dorm. 

Everything was laid out, rose petals leading to the bed, as cliche as that was. It showed you put thought and effort into this, and prompted tonight to be as rough or as romantic as he wanted it to be. Then, when you put on the outfit, you rest on your heels in front of the door. He would be back at any moment, and you laid your hands on your knees and kneeled in front of it while you waited patiently. Something about waiting for him like this set you both off, and you knew that when you did this there wouldn’t be much sleep that night. 

True to his word, Lucifer opened the door not long after. He was sighing, and looked straight ahead before his eyes darted downwards to you. His expression was shocked, before his eyes darkened and he smiled at you. Lucifer let out a small chuckle, and leaned down to grab you by the back of your neck to help you stand. His hand remained there, and his fingers trailed along the side of your neck as he held you. 

He took a brief moment to look around the room, before he locked eyes with you. “Is this all for me? What for?” His voice reverberated around the room, and his eyes narrowed as he smirked at you. While one of his hands stayed on the back of your neck, the other trailed slowly along your arm. 

You shivered, and leaned into his touch. “You’ve…had a really long day. I know how stressed you are.” You reached one of your hands up to cup his face, and the other to rest on the center of his chest. “I want you to relax, and let me help you feel better…however you want to.” A sigh left your lips, and you looked up at him with sincerity. You were here for him, in every way possible and wanted him to know how much you cared. 

A growl left his lips, and he pulled you flush against him as he led the kiss. He deepened it without hesitation and his hand on your neck helped to keep you in place. His other hand trailed along your waist, keeping you against him even when he broke the kiss. “I love you.” He shuddered, the smirk faltering on his lips and replaced with a look of need. His hands slowly roamed along your body, and he hesitated, making sure you wanted to continue. 

You smiled up at him and nodded. He wanted to revoke control, but before anything intimate he always waited to make sure you were okay with it. Besides, sometimes on days like this where he HAD to be fully in charge and control, he wanted to give you the reins…conditionally. While he loved having full control, there were also moments like this where he wanted nothing more than to let you do whatever you wanted to him…he trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t go too far. 

With that, you nodded at him as you smiled. You rested a hand on his chest, and softly nudged him backwards as you pulled him into another kiss. This time, you set the pace despite his tongue twitching for more as you explored his mouth. The kiss never faltered, even as he backed up far enough to sit on the edge of the bed. Needing air, you pulled back only momentarily to sit on his lap. His legs were only slightly spread, and you could feel how much he enjoyed this through the confines of his pants. It made you shudder, sending the feeling through him as well. 

His hands shot up to rest on your hips, and you leaned into his touch. You rested your forehead against his, and slowly rolled your hips. The movement made you both shiver, and it made you realize how eager you had been for this. Making him feel good was your top priority, but you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to feel just as good as him. So soon, you were rolling your hips faster, grinding against him from your position on his lap. 

He let out soft sighs, and occasional growls, but he didn’t attempt to take control back. Though he tugged at your clothes, his eyes pleading with you to do this for him. As much as you wanted to tease, you still wanted to cater to his needs. With a nod of permission, he helped you remove the top half of the lingerie, and his eyes darkened as he saw your exposed chest. Despite you having control, he craved to have you in every way possible. 

He leaned forward, and placed kisses and nibbles down your neck and to your collarbone. “I don’t want to wait anymore.” Lucifer growled, placing a rougher bite to the side of your neck. “As much as I love this outfit…I want nothing more than to throw it aside. I’m done waiting.” His tone was desperate, and he flipped you around so you were on your back with your legs hanging off the bed as he placed himself between them. 

He breathed in a deep sigh that dissolved into a growl. His hands roamed your body, and he removed the rest of the lingerie, making a show of taking off his own clothes. The smirk he gave you had you flustered…he was definitely taking back full control right now. Your thoughts were only confirmed when he spoke, leaning down so his lips brushed across yours with his hand slowly moving between your thighs. 

“Patience is a virtue…one that I've never been able to harness in your presence. I’m yours just as you’re mine…so now, let me take care of you. There’s nothing I want more.” He smirked down at you, and closed the distance between your lips as he slowly ground against you. 

“I love you, darling…” He muttered, and all you could do was respond with the same words, knowing that now? He wasn’t going to hold back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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i'm here for monster fest !! can we do my fav ena from pjsk? tyy !

Hi hun! I spun the wheel, and she's gonna be a neko/inu! Thank you for requesting her, I'd love to write more PJSK when I can <3

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Commission for @pickingpixel !

This one was so fun to write! It involves a male reader, who is a demon and the avatar of sorrow! I guess tw for swearing? Overall it's along the lines of a hurt/comfort.

Thank you so much Pixel! I appreciate you giving me the chance to write this story for you, and I hope you like it! (Could not figure out why I can't tag you I'm sorry but I also emailed it to you)!

Word Count: It ended up being 6,490! Much longer than most of the others I've written, so it was a fun little challenge! Each story with the brothers is separate, so it's kind of like 7 stories! With a little ending that ties them all together!

Lucifer:

Another day in the life of the avatar of sorrow. You were waking up for what had to have been your 10th nap in the day. Time passed weirdly, when you didn’t really want to do anything. But motivation struck you, and you went to bother Lucifer. You’d lived with the brothers for a while, but Lucifer seemed to like you the least. Though it wasn’t surprising, seeing as he also liked a lot of people the least. 

You checked his office, and for once he wasn’t there. He was almost always there, so the only other places he could be were his room or Diavolo’s castle. He tended to go there a lot too, always being Diavolo’s lap dog or whatever. But going all the way to the castle didn’t seem appealing at all, so you were relieved when he was in his room. 

Knocking as a formality, and that alone, you walked right in. He was, as to be expected, at his desk also doing work. Perhaps? Upon closer look he was reading a book at the desk. He barely noticed you coming in, and let out a simple huff to show he knew you were there. 

“Lucifer.” You said, walking up to his desk to see what he was reading. It was something way over your head, and seemed boring in the three words you cared to read. Books may or may not be your thing, but certainly not the ones Lucifer read. 

He closed his book and without even looking at you said “I’m trying to read. Go away.” And finally looked at you after you stayed there for several moments. “Y/n, let me read.” He said once more, and sighed in irritation when you still didn’t move. 

“I’m bored.” Was all you said, and you walked over to Lucifer’s bed and plopped down on it. For a brief moment, he thought you left. But when he heard the rustling of his bedsheets he jumped up. 

“WHAT ARE YOU-” He got up and walked over to you, picking you up off the bed with ease. “Get off. MY. Bed.” and he tossed you to the ground. 

You weren’t just any demon. You were an avatar of sorrow. Lucifer knew you were tough enough to take a fall like that. Not that he wanted to hurt you, but you were irritating him. “Seriously?” He said, deadpan as you made yourself comfortable on the floor. “Just get out, I can’t get any relaxing done when you’re here moping around.” 

The words stung a bit, but you were used to it by now. You knew you had that aura about you, the one where demons would look at you and think ‘What’s his problem? He lives with the seven rulers of the devildom, he’s got nothing to be sad about!’ Coming from those jealous of your residing so close to the demons all of the devildom wanted to be around. But hearing it from the brothers, it still hurts. 

Something in you snapped, becoming angry before turning back to sadness, “How would you feel? Being an avatar of sorrow, overwhelmed with feelings of not being good enough? All. The. Time. All of the other ‘avatars’ are considered brothers. What am I then? Just another demon you’re stuck with?” And you left as quickly as you came. You didn’t even stop when Lucifer called after you. 

You didn’t choose to be this way…you didn’t want to be depressed all the time. Another few steps and you’d be in your room, back to sleeping the day away. Consumed by the negative thoughts that swarmed through your mind no matter what kind of day you were having. 

“Y/N! I SAID WAIT!” Lucifer called, catching up to you. He even reached out and grabbed your shoulder. After the altercation, you didn’t have enough energy to fight it. He sighed again, and continued, “Wait. Please. We need to talk.” He sounded strained, like he didn’t even really want to have this conversation, but you let him proceed anyway. 

“And just what do we need to talk about?” All the anger was gone, and you just felt…empty. That same feeling that you hated to feel day in and day out. No positive emotions, no negative even. Just completely empty. 

“Everything. I don’t…” He groaned and rubbed his face, “I don’t mean to be so cruel towards you. Insensitive even…” He trailed off and looked at you to see if you were listening. In some ways you were, some ways you weren’t. 

“The thing is…I do see you as a brother figure. Which is why I distance myself.” He knew he needed to explain, but it was hard to get the words together. “When we’re here, at home, I see you sad and it makes me sad too.” 

You raised an eyebrow, and a little bit of life flickered in your eyes, only to return to emptiness, “That’s kind of my effect on demons. Sorrow.” And you finally faced fully towards him, waiting for him to continue. 

“Just…listen. You’re like family to me, so seeing you’re sad, KNOWING you're sad…it’s hard. And I don’t know how to make you smile. I’m not good at that.” Hearing the avatar of pride mention he’s not good at something was a shock, and it even registered on your face. Slightly. “And when we’re in public I see other demons look at me and revere. But when they look at you, it’s pity.” He reached out a hand to put on your shoulder and waited for your permission to do so, “I can’t stand having anyone look down on you. You have…admirable qualities.” It sounded unsure, but got the point somewhat across. 

“Like…what?” You could rarely think of anything good about yourself, and you knew it was your power that made you feel that way, but hearing Lucifer say something good about you made you a little…hopeful…for the first time in a long time. 

“I could never have your ability. It would drive me insane, and it only makes me proud of you. For being stronger…stronger than me. In some ways. So just…keep that in mind.” And he walked off without another word. 

After what felt like an eternity, that little bit of life…sparked once more in your eyes. Making even you, the avatar of sorrow, think that things…might be okay. 

Mammon:

“Why are you so annoying?” You said to Mammon, as he cried over Goldie being cut up into pieces. Lucifer had enough of Mammon’s complaining, and cut his favorite belonging into several pieces and left them on the ground. 

He turned back to you and screamed, “WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? MY PRECIOUS BABY GOLDIE!” And he tried pathetically to piece it back together. “Shopping sprees will never be the same without you…” As he disregarded you. 

But you were there just walking around, you COULD just leave. Actually…maybe you will. Muttering under your breath as you left, “Shopping sprees are so boring.” But no. Absolutely not. Mammon would NOT let those words slide! 

“Boring? BORING?” He ran up to you, and placed both hands on your shoulders, “A man’s best friend is his wallet.” He said, way too serious for your liking. That tone…he was planning something. “Come on. Shopping trip. Now.” 

You eyed his cut up credit card, and raised an unamused eyebrow. “And just how will you be paying?” Somehow you knew the answer, but tried to put what little faith you had in Mammon into him having an unseen character development arc. “And if you say…”

“You’re paying.” He said, before you could finish your sentence. Yup. Exactly what you suspected. That didn’t stop the wild glimmer in his eye from coming back full force though, as if just the thought of you paying for a shopping trip brought him as much joy as spending money on his own card. Maybe he just liked spending money, regardless of whose money it is. 

You looked into his eyes, not falling for this trick. “No. I’m not.” But your resolve went away the longer he stared at you with those pleading eyes of his. He wasn’t leaving this alone, as several minutes of unwavering staring proved to you. “Mammon, no. I don’t want to.” 

He still wouldn’t give up though, and used his arms to hold you closer as he whined, “PLEEEEEEASE! I promise you’ll love shopping trips! The great Mammon knows all the best locations and prices!” Something told you he knew NOTHING about prices. But as he whined, and whined…and whined…you gave in. 

“OKAY! DAMN! Then will you leave me alone?” You groaned, and once more, even louder when he pulled you into a hug. Mammon’s cheers and excited “woot woot!”s making you feel like you definitely signed up for something you couldn’t handle. Or at the least didn’t want to. 

“YES! I’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE NOW LET’S GOOOOO!” He ran to the door, and looked back at you like a puppy waiting for its owner to follow it. Maybe you could convince him to leave earlier if you lied about how much money was on your card. Eh…you’d decide later. 

Shop after shop, you sat out front while Mammon did unknown amounts of damage to your card. You didn’t buy much, so you had a heaping sum laying in your account. Though something tells you even that wouldn’t stand a chance against the avatar of greed. You didn’t really care what he bought, as long as it would appease him and make him leave you alone for a few hours. 

Though after a couple shops, he dragged you in with him. “Mammon, I don’t wanna shop, just get your shit and let’s go!” You practically slugged behind him, but every once in a while something would catch your eye. Briefly. Mammon didn’t seem to notice, clearly more intent to get more things for himself than others. Typical. 

In a couple hours, you were both walking around with full hands. 99% of its contents were a mystery to you. He did buy a little keychain with you directly next to him, which made up the 1%. It was exhausting more than anything, and by the time you convinced him to go home you were completely spent. You just wanted to not be bored…and you guess…Mammon did resolve that. It wasn’t necessarily “fun” but it was something to do that was more than anything you could do around the dorms. 

Mammon gave you back the card, looking very…very pleased with himself. Dropping all the bags you were carrying in the entrance, you went to go back to your room, but he stopped you. With his foot. Both his hands were still full, so a foot would have to do. 

“Woah, woah, woah! Where are you going! Don’t you wanna see all the stuff I got?” He grinned and you groaned. It was annoying, but you helped carry all the bags to Mammon’s room. Once again, you placed the bags down and went to leave. And once again, he stopped you. 

“Come on! Check out this stuff I got for you!” It certainly did make you stop. You turned to see if he was joking, but he looked serious. As serious as a grinning avatar of greed could be. When you tilted your head, he continued, “Don’t act so surprised. The great Mammon is very generous.” And he huffed. 

It made you scoff, but you did walk over to him and the bags. “I got one thing for you from each of the stores we went to!” Then muttered, “And a few things for me…” And he began pulling all the items out of the bags, making a “for you” and “for me” pile. “You don’t like a lot of shit, so I just did some guessing.” 

To your surprise, you did think a lot of the items were pretty cool. At the last bag, and the item you liked most, you smiled while looking at it. Actually…smiled. 

“BOOM! SUCCESS!” It tore the smile off your face, and replaced it with a mixture of shock and confusion. “Well…I don’t think I’ve ever seen ya smile. You’re pretty depressed, dude. So I wanted to see if I could make ya smile by the end of the day.” He gave himself a high five, “So today was an epic success, only possible because of the great Mammon.” 

It was embarrassing for you, so you got up to leave…but you did carry your belongings Mammon got you in one of the shopping bags. He continued to cheer as you left, and rambled about how amazing he was. You turned back at the door, and gave a real smile. It was small, but still there. “Mammon…thank you.” And left without another word. 

Who knew…that the avatar of sorrow could smile. All because of one idiot and a lot of his own money down the drain. 

Leviathan:

“Why am I here again?” You said, sitting in Levi’s room with him right next to you. He had called you there very suddenly, and mentioned a reason but used a lot of terms you didn’t understand. So you weren’t entirely sure what the goal here was. 

He chuckled, and it would have sounded menacing coming from anyone but him, “We’re going to find out your favorite video game genre.” Levi explained, but it made you lose interest immediately. 

“No thanks, I’m good not knowing, I’ll-” But his hand grabbed your arm to stop you. He wasn’t very strong physically, but you also didn’t want to bother him too much. Out of all his brothers, he probably understood your sorrow the most. Which…was unfortunate. But also made you feel validated. You sensed that in him, the very sorrow that dwells within you had a home deep down in his heart. So you stayed. 

“Please! I just need to know so I can get you into pro-gaming!” And he chuckled yet again. Just like you were soft on him, he was soft on you. It wasn’t just anyone he tried this hard to have a relationship with. He knew you were sad, so he said “Games…help me. Feel better. So maybe…they can make you feel better too.” Then he looked away to not see any trace of rejection on your face. 

It was really sweet…how he was going to try and help you. So you sat down without another word, and heard his excited giggle as soon as you did. “Alright…where do we start?” You sounded defeated, but that wasn’t entirely uncommon. It didn’t phase Levi at least, which…kind of made you…maybe a little content? You didn’t know the right word for it, all you knew was he was trying. It made you wanna try too. 

Several games went by, each of which Levi would ask a million questions about and share “fun facts” about it throughout your gameplay of them. Some of them were okay? Some were definite nos. “I thought that one was alright. It needs more x, but I liked the “gameplay” of it.” He was even teaching you new gaming words, what has your world come to? 

Levi thought for a moment, and slammed his fist in his hand with an “I GOT IT!” He jumped up and rummaged through his games carefully. He was looking for something, but also wasn’t going to destroy all the other games he enjoyed. Had it been one of his brothers, they would probably destroy them. But you waited patiently, and he finally pulled out a game you had yet to play. 

“This one isn’t one of my personal favs, but if you liked those things about the other you’re going to LOVE this!” And without another word he inserted the game into the console and handed you the controller. “Okay now for this game this button does…” And he went into detail about what all the buttons would do. 

Even when the game explained that to you the second you loaded in. 

You didn’t know how long you were playing, but it didn’t seem like too long. Between the music, story, and gameplay…this was at least your favorite game you’ve played. Though your face didn’t show it, you were actually enjoying the game a lot. And not just that, but having Levi tell you about all the things you missed and information on how it was made, made the whole experience a lot better. 

He was more excited than you visibly were, but he acknowledged he might be annoying you with the games and that brought you out of it. You paused the game, and turned to him. “No…Levi you’re not being annoying. This game is really fun. I like it. Tell me about this character?” And you unpaused to show him which character you were talking about. 

“You…you really like it? You’re not just saying that?” His worried poured out, and he rambled, “I know some people get mad when I force them to play games, but I think there’s games for everyone, and if you hate it I need to know so-” 

You hit his arm lightly, “I mean it. It’s fun. Thanks for showing me this.” To send the point home, you smiled at Levi. It may not have been a huge smile, but it was more than he had ever seen from you. He looked completely and utterly shocked, and yelled before you could say another word.

“YOU CAN SMILE? FRIENDSHIP METER RAISED LOL!”

Satan:

If anyone knew what you were going through, in terms of unasked for demonic powers, it’d be Satan. His anger was unrivaled, and you were dealing with a serious bout of depression. You didn’t know if he could help you, but you were going to try. Ever since becoming the avatar of sorrow, and avatar of wrath, you both knew how uncontrollable that power became for you and those around you. 

He was cooking dinner, since it was his turn. Belphie had agreed to puppy guard Beel so Satan could get the food done before Beel ate it all. He had been known to do such a thing. Many. Times. It was his burden, to always be hungry. So you didn’t really blame him, but having your own food to eat was good too. 

Satan didn’t expect a visitor, let alone you, but he wasn’t going to argue with the company. “Hey. Dinner will be ready in an hour, maybe two.” He said, without looking up from his work. He couldn’t fathom why you’d be here if not to check on food. 

“Satan…how do you do it?” You hadn’t even looked at him fully, just like how he hadn’t looked at you. But when you asked, he did look briefly, realizing you weren’t talking about his cooking. 

“How do I do what?” He didn’t look again, just continued to work on everyone’s dinner. “I know you don’t mean to make the soup. We both know you’re a better cook than me.” Satan wasn’t even a BAD cook, but he wasn’t a good one either. Except for very select things. 

“Deal with…the anger.” He stopped, but didn’t look at you. It took him several moments of pausing to resume his cooking, and he waited for you to continue. “You're the avatar of wrath…so you’re angry a lot. How do you deal with it?” You sighed, and rubbed one arm with your opposing hand, and felt dumb for even asking. 

This made him stop working altogether, and face you. He wasn’t worried about the food right now, it could wait. This was more important. “It’s not easy. And I presume you’re only asking because you’re dealing with the effects of your own power.” He walked over, and looked at you evenly, making you look at him too. He was trying to search your eyes for emotions, and only found…well…sadness. 

“Yeah…I’m tired of being sad. About anything, everything. It’s so overwhelming…and underwhelming. It’s hard to explain.” You groaned and looked at him to find sympathy in his eyes. It made you hesitate, but waited patiently for his reply. 

“It is hard. It took years to work on it. But even now, I realize I’m angry pretty much all the time.” It didn’t seem like much of an answer, so he elaborated, “I do feel angry. All the time. But after a while, I learned to accept it. And instead focused on something opposite to wrath. What I found was contentment.” He pulled out his phone, and showed you an extremely long document on his phone about every book he’s ever read. 

“So…I find something…that makes me happy? And just accept I’ll always be sad even still?” It didn’t make sense, “But that’s not fair! I don’t want to be…just sad. All the time.” You slumped, and Satan sighed. 

“What I’m trying to say is…while you may be sad, it just means you have the potential to be even happier still. I get excited about new books, and something I’ve been taught, and learned THROUGH those books, is how you can feel more than what you are made to.” His lips twitched into a smile before returning to their neutral expression. “If you can be sad, you can prove the world wrong. Show them you can be happy, even as the avatar of sorrow.” 

“Oh…” Was all you could think to say. It took many moments of processing, and Satan allowed you that time. “But how…can I find things that make me happy?” You looked almost pleading, craving more answers. It did make sense? To an extent? But it sounded a lot easier said than done. 

“Try something you haven’t yet. Read a different kind of book, find someone to confide in, play a board game, just something you haven’t tried. If nothing you’ve done has made you happy, try something else.” He went back to cooking, but was turned partially towards you so you knew he was still engaged in the conversation. 

“I don’t even know what I COULD try…” His words left you hopeful, that you really could find something to make you a happier demon. Was it even possible? But…”If the avatar of wrath can be excited…then the avatar of sorrow can be…happy?” It was more of a question than anything, but it did made Satan smile slightly. 

“I have books on hobbies. After I’m done cooking and we’ve all eaten, come to my room. We can go through some of the hobbies you can try, or I could lend you those books.” Books seemed to be his answer for everything, but he was an extremely wise demon. Maybe there was something to them after all. 

“I’d…I’d like that.” 

Asmodeus:

“Smiiiiiiile!” Asmo said, as he tried to take a selfie with you. “Pleeeeease! Just one smile!” He was doing his best! He was all dressed up and everything! “We’re about to go eat at that new restaurant! I need a good selfie for the occasion!” He pouted.

“I never agreed to that.” You said, not amused by any of this. “You’re the one that decided we were going. I never even agree to that, much less “selfies”.” You used air quotes. You’d never taken one, and what was the point? Asmo cared way more about beauty than you, but as is expected of the avatar of lust. 

He pouted and crossed his arms, before going to a better lit spot in his room to take his own picture. Asmo finished with several pictures, and walked back over to you, “Don’t I look cute in this one? This one isn’t the best but still adorable~!” And scrolled through each and every one with you. “Now come on! It’s restaurant time!” As he dragged you out the door. 

“I seriously never agreed to this.” You groaned but decided it was worth it to get some food. You were kind of hungry, and maybe if you were lucky Asmo would find another demon to go bother and you could go home. A nap sounded alright, a long day of…well nothing…was exhausting. 

Asmo took more pictures on the way there, and eventually started taking some with you too. “I thought you didn’t want me in your pictures.” Was all you said, on the walk when he refused to stop taking more. “Won’t I “ruin” them.” It was stated as a fact, but he didn’t take it that way, more of an argumentative statement. 

“Brothers need to take pictures together!” And he wrapped his arms around one of yours. “It’s healthy!” But you were thrown off by the “brothers” bit. Asmo hadn’t called you brother yet. 

“Brothers?” You were confused, and looked at him while he practically skipped in step with you. “I know I'm the avatar of sorrow…but we don’t have to be brothers.” Your eyes cast downwards, as you waited for the impending punchline of his joke. But he didn’t make one. 

Instead, he huffed and poked your nose, “Of course! You’re just such a cute little brother!” He let go of your arm and spun around once, taking his phone out for another selfie. “I was only big brother to two, you know? But now I get to be a proper big brother again!” He managed to capture a few pictures as you laughed. 

“Asmo, I’m older than you. By a good bit, “you know”,” you said, quoting himself back to him directly to his face. Then you realized the snapping you heard was his camera. “W-wait! Delete those!” You reached for it, but he stepped aside too quickly, clearly expecting it. 

“Nu uh! Actually…tell you what.” He winked and grinned as he skipped backwards for each step you took towards him. “I’ll promise to only show my circle those pictures, if you smile again.” Asmo was trying to trick you, and you knew it. But you couldn’t even really smile “properly”. That laugh was the first time in a long time you’d even smiled. Or come close. 

There were little smiles, and grins VERY occasionally, but never a straight up smile. “Asmo we both know your circle is hundreds of demons, saying “only my circle” is still way more demons than I can even name. By a lot.” You stopped chasing him and looked to the ground. “I don’t even really…know how to smile. It doesn’t happen often.” 

He looked at you and went, “Awww! My little baby demon brother needs a lesson in smiling? Well you’ll be pleased to know I have the best smile in the Heavens, planets AND Devildom!” It made your eye twitch, hearing him boast again. 

“Asmo seriously? I’m older than you!” You huffed and started walking towards the restaurant again. “For making fun of me, you’re paying.” It was meant as a threat, but you should have known he wouldn’t care. “And you’re buying dessert.” 

“Aww!” Just the noise was starting to irk you, “Does my little baby brother need his BIG brother to pay for their meal? Of course! Only since you asked so nicely~!” And he spun back to you, wrapping both arms around yours again. 

“Asmo…I’m gonna say this one last time…” You started and he waited patiently as you gathered the words, “I’M OLDER THAN YOU!” 

It would not be anywhere close to the last time, but after some time you’d grow to enjoy it. Though you’d never once tell him that. It would go straight to his head, and everyone already dealt with that enough as it is…still…

It was nice to laugh. Maybe…you’ll find an opportunity to do it again. 

Beelzebub:

You walked through the dorms, and bumped (quite literally) into Beelzebub. His stomach growled, and you figured he was on his way to the kitchen to get more food. Even if his stomach HADN’T growled, you would still assume so. But him rubbing his belly with a pained look on his face only amplified that. 

“Beel?” You questioned, when he didn’t move from his spot. He looked at you and asked the “logical” question. 

“Do you have food?” 

You sighed, and said “No. Not really hungry.” But made a mental note that you might start carrying at least a snack on you for when you did bump into Beel. “Sorry.” And you went to move away, but heard Beel follow you. “Uh…what?” 

He looked determined, “You didn’t eat breakfast with us again. Did you have a big breakfast on your own?” He ended up stopping you in your tracks, and he said “Can you cook? Did you cook your own breakfast? What did you make?” Figures that he was probably asking if you could cook for him. 

“I kind of cooked it. I just fried a block of cheese in the microwave.” You dismissively said, and went to walk away but were once more stopped by Beel. “Beel. What?” You were getting a bit irritated, but also concerned. Beel got…a little wild when he was too hungry. “You know you’ll feel sick if you don’t eat.” But he didn’t reply a single word, just grabbed your arm and dragged you to the kitchen. 

He still looked so shocked, “Can a block of cheese really fill you up…?” It was incomprehensible for him. “You should eat.” And he rummaged through the cabinets. Luckily the kitchen was always stocked for when others ASIDE FROM Beel wanted to eat. He could eat anything and everything, but he still tried to leave at least some for the others. Including you. 

You groaned, not wanting to, but also knowing you probably should. “I’m not really hungry, B-” And a chocolate bar was shoved in your mouth. When did he even grab that? And how come you didn’t notice it? 

The look of shock actually made Beel laugh, but it turned serious again, “You can’t go that long without eating. It’s not good for you.” He quickly ate at least three chocolate bars, before he started looking for meat. “Eat more.” 

You muttered “It’s not healthy to overeat either…” But he either didn’t hear it or didn’t care. You jumped up on the counter and glared at him while he searched for more and more food. When he held out a hotdog on a stick, you simply glared. “I’m not hungry.” 

Beel started to glare back, and held out the hotdog as long as he could before his own temptations gave in and he ate it. “Sorry…was meant for you.” And he picked up and held out several things, only for him to end up eating it in the end. “This time. This time it’s for you.” He held out his FAVORITE burger. 

“Beel no. That’s like…your favorite or something. I’m not eating it. I wouldn’t even if I WAS hungry.” Your glare disappeared, and you realized he was even willing to give up his favorite burgers just so you’d eat something. That had to mean something to him, so in turn it meant a lot to you. “Why do you even care…?” It didn’t make sense to you at all, and you wanted to know the answer. 

“Because you’re our brother. You need to eat and be healthy.” It was so straightforward, that it caught you off guard. But he looked as serious as could be, and continued to prod the burger closer to your hands. He wasn’t going to sit there and feed you if he could help it, but the stunt with the chocolate bar proved he wasn’t above doing so. “Eating is important.” 

Your will began to break, and you struck a deal, “How’s this then…you eat your favorite burger, and I eat some cereal or something.” You would feel awful eating that burger knowing how bad Beel would want it. Already feeling bad as it is, you didn’t need another reason to feel bad. “Okay?” You tried, watching the gears turn in his mind. 

“Okay!” He said, and instantly downed the burger. How did he even do that without feeling sick? Either way, you both knew you couldn’t go back on your promise. You hadn’t even got down from the counter when Beel made you a bowl of cereal they had. He was really determined right now…

When he handed it to you, you spitefully took one bite and looked at him with a “happy now?” He clearly was NOT happy now. He pointed at the cereal and crossed his arms. “Seriously? You’re going to watch me eat this whole bowl?” He nodded. “Great. An audience when eating…”

Beel’s stomach grumbled again, and he went back to the cabinets to find more. “Eating…” He repeated that last word before doing exactly that. He was far from done eating when you had finished, but it was okay. It was…like a bonding moment. 

“Beel.” You said, and set the empty bowl in the sink. He’d just started eating a steak (how did he even find one and cook it right?) when you spoke up. “Are you even listening?” You sighed, and rubbed your forehead in dread of the emotional moment you were about to have. 

“Mmm!” It was meant to be more of a “mhm” but it became just a random noise to show he was listening while also really enjoying the steak. He was paying attention at least, maybe it would actually be better to do this while he was eating so he couldn’t say anything back. 

“Thank you…for caring.” You were going to add more, but it was embarrassing enough as it is. Without another word you walked out of the kitchen. Or tried to. 

You were pulled into a side hug, and it left you standing there frozen. “I do care. We all do. But we’re not rushing you. Next time you want a late night snack, come get me.” And he let you go, leaving you with those words while he ate even more. 

Do they really…all care? It could be hard to tell. But maybe…just maybe…he was speaking the truth. 

Belphagor:

“What’s your secret to sleeping so well?” Was the simple question you asked to Belphie, who was chilling in your room…for some reason. “Don’t you have better places to nap?” It wasn’t as much out of irritation as it was curiosity. He did seem to be napping in your room more often these days. He didn’t used to, but you didn’t feel like talking about that right now. Instead you just wanted to know how he always slept so well. At least it seemed he did anyway. 

“Nap when you’re tired. Go to bed when you’re tired. You wake up tired? Sleep another few hours.” He fluffed the pillow he brought with him everywhere and laid back down. He said it so matter-of-fact, and seemed to believe it. 

“Do you have a favorite place to nap?” You didn’t know why you were asking so many questions, but he was so laid back all the time it couldn’t hurt. You’d rather be asking Belphie questions in comparison to Lucifer. “Or a place where you nap more than others?”

“Yeah. You wanna see?” He sat up and yawned, raising an arm in the air to stretch. He didn’t even wait for you to answer! “Come on.” He said, and walked out of the room. Belphie didn’t even seem to care if you were following or not, just heading in his direction. 

You stood up, not having anything better to do, and followed after him. He continued to walk, and seemed to know exactly where he was going. Belphie really must come here a lot, to know where it was from anywhere in the house. “Where are we even going?” You personally didn’t leave your room too much, but you didn’t know if the other brothers did either. 

“My secret place.” He said, and looked back at you, “That literally all my brothers know about. You’re the last one that doesn’t.” And he continued to walk in a certain direction. He just called you a brother…and so casually…maybe he didn’t even realize he said it? Who knew with Belphie. He could be both laid back, and calculating. It was confusing. 

You didn’t address his comment, and instead chose to just follow him to where he was leading you. The dorms were so big, it seemed like you were going so much further than you thought possible. With these dorms though, there was certainly a lot you had yet to see. Maybe one of the brothers would show you their favorite places too…over time. You were in no rush, and you presumed they weren’t either. 

When you arrived, it was a beautiful room with a skylight that showed more stars in the sky than you thought there were. A few blankets and pillows were already there, showing it really was Belphie’s favorite sleep spot. But there were also a lot of other things there, presumably belonging to the other brothers, especially Beel. It made sense…they were brothers. And Beel was his twin, so it made sense there were more things of Beel’s than the others.

Belphie noticed you staring at all the little trinkets, and pointed to one keychain that was dangling over the bookshelf. “See that one?” He walked over and held it up to you. It was simple, just some horns in your favorite color. “You haven’t come here before, but I still wanted something of you here.” He dismissed it immediately, but you weren’t willing to let it go. 

“Something…of me?” And you walked up beside him to look at the keychain. “But…why?” It confused you greatly, but then again…a lot about Belphie and his brothers confused you. 

He looked at you before plopping down on a couple of blankets in the center of the room and looked up to the stars. “Because I want something for all my brothers here. It’s my place, but it’s theirs too. Yours too.” And he yawned, but patted the spot next to him. “Come look at the stars. They’re really pretty right now.” 

“You’re so dismissive…” It was a statement, and he chuckled at the words. You debated just leaving, but he looked at you expectantly. “Fine…just for a little while.” Far more careful with the motion, you laid down next to him. 

Belphie pointed out some stars, and you could only pay attention for so long before dozing off. He would be lying if he said he didn’t fall asleep right after. He didn’t have to talk more if you were asleep too, perfect time for him to take that nap he wanted. 

End:

It was relaxing…knowing they all thought of you as their brother. Over time, you’d grown to see them as brothers too. Just like Satan said to do, you found your happiness too. But not in a hobby, instead, it was the brothers around you. They all had their good qualities, and bad qualities. Just like you. They were on your side. 

And you were on theirs. 

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My Dear Daughter-Part 2 (Yandere! Platonic! Mihawk & Fem! Reader)

So sorry it took so long to update this :,D I was so sure I posted this, so here's that second part, as commissioned by the same anon who commissioned the first one! Thank y'all for the patience <3

Tw; spanking, manipulation, and kidnapping. Yandere typical stuff, but ALL platonic.

Word Count: 5,275

You were going to escape. It was all you could think of, even over two months of being held captive by the warlord Dracule Mihawk. For some reason he had it set in his mind that you were his daughter, and mentioning your old life proved pointless. He’d just lock you in your room. He would still “take care” of you by cooking, and giving you company. Though…that was honestly the last thing you wanted. 

Mihawk made an attempt to be friendly, even familial, but you could see right through him…you think. He cooked, cleaned, provided you with clothes and crafting materials to keep you busy. You were tempted to ask him for something ridiculous, expensive or large, but you didn’t want him to think for a second that you relied on him. If he took it as a display of affection to receive gifts, then you’d rather die. Your friends…family…you were sure they missed you as much as you missed them. Though by now you could only hope they didn’t think you were dead. 

You had tried to reason with Mihawk, asking him for space but it was often met with dismissal. The only times you were away from him was in the bathroom, but he would often be in your room once you were finished. Spiting him didn’t work, since when you tried to take the longest shower known to man he barely batted an eye. He wasn’t phased in the slightest, and that only served to irritate you further. Money, materials, time, he seemed to have an abundance of it all. 

Yesterday, he even insisted you sit next to him at the table after he had cooked. You argued, and complained how there were over 10 seats at the table, and it was weird to ignore all of those to sit directly next to him. It was as if he was making sure you were eating. There was a bit of a stand-off, with him never eating before you did. He would only take the first bite after you. You did everything you could to irritate him, even playing with the food instead of eating any portion of it. 

That plan was foiled quickly, when he threatened to feed you if you wouldn’t feed yourself. It took less than a second after processing those words to start eating, glaring at him before looking at anything else in the room but him. You heard a small chuckle, as he had a one way conversation with you for the entirety of the meal. It was so hard finding a way to get one up on him…he was persistent and never seemed to be phased by anything…aside from bringing up leaving or your “old” family. 

Though the glare he gave you when bringing them up sent shivers down your spine. It was usually followed by a long lecture, as he hovered over you. You debated bringing them up after dinner, but by the time you had finished eating the courage to do so had dissipated. Some days you were more feisty than others, it all depending on how you tried to gauge his mood and how fed up you were with him. Yesterday was simply one of the days he was just barely tolerable. Pushing him too far was something you feared, but that didn’t stop you tonight. Things were different, and you weren’t sure if you’d make it out of this unscathed. 

Tonight, he was sitting in the corner of your room when you awoke. It wasn’t uncommon, but the fear you once had for him has warped and shifted into anger and frustration. You jolted out of bed, and backed further away from him towards the window. While you glared, he simply turned the page in the book he was reading and looked at you with that irritating neutral expression he shows often. He didn’t even have the courtesy to speak for several moments, so you took the initiative. 

“Get the hell out! I’m trying to sleep and I can’t do that with your freakish glowing eyes looking at me every minute!” You clenched your fists by your sides and tried to look intimidating, but it was pitiful and you knew it. “Your mansion is huge! And you have to be around me 24/7? Aren’t you a warlord? Don’t you have shit to do?” You spat, and looked at the window briefly, taking another step closer to it. The thought of jumping crossed your mind, being on the second floor wouldn’t harm you too severely, but it might just show him how serious you were about getting away from him. 

When he glanced up, he sighed heavily, seeming exasperated. “Step away from the window. Come back to sleep. Don’t make me have to come get you.” He spoke, shutting his book as he stood up. He stalked closer to you, clearly intimidating you far more than you’d intimidated him as you shook in place. His hand cradled your face when he was close enough, and he gave a look of disapproval. 

You slapped his hand away, and he let you. The glare on your face would have warded off most normal people. However Mihawk was far from “normal” and he returned your glare with a harsh one of his own. “Darling…you know better. Would you honestly much rather prefer solitude as opposed to your father keeping you company?” He raised one eyebrow, almost as a challenge for you to continue. 

“YOU’RE NOT, AND YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BE, MY FATHER!” Without hesitation you reached to shove him away from you, only for him to catch your hands and hold them firmly within his own. You didn’t wince, and you expected it. But even when you know he’s stronger, faster, hell…even smarter, you would never stop resisting him. He had taken everything from your old life away from you, and you’d go down fighting to get it back. 

He huffed, not impressed by your display in the slightest. “Alright. If you insist, you need to be alone and think about what you’ve done.” With your hands in his, he pulled you to the bed despite your thrashing, as he pushed you softly towards it. “If you can’t learn to be grateful for all I’ve done for you, then you need to consider just how much better I’ve made your life.” He watched you as you sat up on the bed with a glare, and sighed. “If I have to make you write out your blessings from being here then I will.” 

“I’m not a damn child anymore! I’m 17! You can’t be treating me like some little brat!” You screamed at him, clutching the bed sheets tightly beneath you, turning your knuckles white. However as his expression shifted slightly, you hesitated. It looked like he’d had an idea, but brushed it away. Whatever it was, if he wasn’t even going to say or do it, the thought must have been something you never wish to see come to light. It silenced you, scared to know what he was thinking. 

With one last sigh, he left the room. He was planning something, you could see it. The thought of it all had you panicking, and came up with a plan of your own with half a second of hesitation. It was a stupid plan, but you didn’t have a choice at this point. It was better than sitting in your room doing absolutely nothing aside from seething and cursing his name. 

You dashed to the window, looking down at the ground below as you took in a deep breath for courage, before hanging your legs over the edge. It took a moment of composing yourself before you slid off the window sill, using your hands and feet to slide along the outer wall in a feeble attempt to land on your feet. There were light scrapes on your palms but you couldn’t care less. With the shaky landing, you looked along the horizon of the island. 

Wasting no time, you turned to see which way might potentially lead to a boat or raft. You needed some way to leave, it didn’t matter how, even if you floated for days…what mattered was that you did everything you could to escape him. He really was a pirate at heart, it didn’t matter if he was working for the government. No regard for those around him, even kidnapping you while masquerading as a man who just wanted to help. It was all a manipulation tactic, and why he got caught up in the idea of being your father was beyond you. It didn’t matter, you were getting out of here. 

You didn’t even take a step when you heard his voice to your right. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he glared at you. “Darling…trust me, this is not a good idea.” Everything about his expression and position was a warning. Whatever he had in mind, you knew it wouldn’t be good for you in any capacity. “Don’t run from me sweetheart. You won’t like what happens when I catch you.” His tone was cold, with slight traces of anger within it. 

You froze in place, completely stiff as you looked at him with wide eyes. There was a shiver that ran down your spine as he shifted slightly off the wall. That slight movement was all you needed, being shocked out of your trance as you turned and ran away from him as quickly as possible. It was futile, you knew that, but you were moving on autopilot. Survival instincts had kicked in, as you reached a wooded area and swayed through the expanse of trees in an attempt to lose him. 

You passed a tree, only to see him leaning against the one across from it. “Darling…come back home. I’ll go easy on you if you do.” The glare was present on his face as his eyes appeared to glow, and he took one single step towards you. It didn’t stop you, only made you move faster. 

As you passed many trees, your spirit was feigning. Each turn you took, he was there. His words only made you shed tears, with each time you passed him. You didn’t take much time to see his expression, only running with no end. Despite that, the tone of his voice grew darker each time. 

“You know you shouldn’t be doing this, you could get hurt.”

“Come back to me.”

“You have one last chance…” Was the last thing he muttered, before you turned sharply just to run into his chest. It should have knocked him over, but he seemed prepared for it. His arms wrapped around you as you punched his chest and aimed for his face. Once the first fist nearly grazed his cheek, he grabbed both your hands and held them against his chest as he leaned closer to you. 

“I hate seeing you cry…though your punishment will surely cause more tears to fall. I gave you numerous chances, and you STILL insist on disobeying me.” His grip tightened around your hands, bringing a small feeling of pain as they clasped down harder. His eyes pierced through you, stilling you in your place momentarily before you tried to escape his grasp. You even tried to bring a leg up to kick him, but he shifted you in the blink of an eye, cradling you to his chest with one arm as the other held your fists. 

“Punishment? What the hell do you mean by that? I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m trying to save myself, you psycho!” You thrashed relentlessly in his grip, despite his strength far surpassing your own. At your insult, the grip on you tightened, and you made a small and involuntary whimper of pain. His fingers were digging into your thigh as the other hand clenched around your fists so hard you thought they might break. 

“You deserve to be punished like a child, since you intend on acting like one.” He kept it vague, leaving the implication in the air. With how slow he was walking, it took several minutes to return back to the mansion. The whole time, you had tried to escape and were only met with coldness as he refused to look at you. Tears continued to stream, as you wracked your mind to figure out what he would do to punish you. 

Within moments of reaching the mansion, his pace only slowed. It was torturous, and intentional. He wanted you to worry about what he was going to do to you, allowing you to think of any worst possible scenarios for what was in store. As you approached your room, the tears had slowed while the anger inside you only grew. “You can’t get away with this…” You spat out, before he sat on the bed with you now cradled in his lap. 

He sighed, almost as if feigning his reluctance for this punishment. Before you could even blink, you were splayed out on his lap with your stomach and chest on the top of his thighs. “W-What? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” You screamed, now realizing what punishment he had in store. “I”m not a fucking child! You can’t just spank me!” Your voice was quickly laced with fear as you spoke. He was a WARLORD and you knew how strong he was, this was the worst punishment you could think of, coming from him. 

“You are my child, and you need to be disciplined. I don’t wish to do this, but your actions are far from forgivable. I have given you anything you’d ever wished for, yet you reject me.” He brought his hand down harshly, making you cry out in a mixture of shock and pain. “You’ll receive twenty. One on each side, and they will only get harder. You’re leaving me no choice in this.” As he finished, his hand crashed down with a deafeningly loud smack. 

“W-WAIT NO! PLEASE! I-I’M SORRY, OKAY!” Even just the first two spanks brought the tears back to your eyes. It hurt worse than when your ankle needed stitches, and that was one of the worst pains you’d ever experienced. But it didn’t stop him from administering the next spank, being true to his word as it was harsher than the last. “P-Please I’m sorry! It hurts too much, I won’t run again, I promise!” You would say nearly anything if it made him stop…you only had three spanks of the twenty promised, if they got any harsher you felt you might break. 

He scoffed, striking once again with more force. “Now you want mercy? After running from me? It’s too late.” His blows continued to grow in intensity, with very little time between them. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was impatient to finish the punishment. But…that wasn’t true. While he didn’t want to do it, he was furious. You knew he was holding back significantly, this was the man who could slice an entire island in half without even trying. You’ve seen him do it to the biggest ship you’d seen when you met him, the thought of destroying an island wasn’t too far of a reach. But you hadn’t ever been spanked, your parents were kind to you…and the thought of seeing them again was helping you get through it. That is…until the pain got to be too much. 

You swallowed your pride and dignity when you sobbed openly at the twelfth spank, and cried out pathetically, “P-Please! Please it hurts too much, I can’t do any more! Whatever you want, I don’t care j-just please don’t do it anymore!” You breathed heavily, whimpering with each passing second as the sting was becoming unbearable. The words weren’t thought through when you said them, and you barely even processed that you’d said them until he stopped. 

“Whatever I want?” He seemed to think for a moment, though really he was waiting for you to regain some semblance of clarity to understand his request. Even though you couldn’t see his face, there was the smallest trace of a smile. He may be delusional for thinking of you saying it, but he needed to hear it. “Call me your father. You can say dad if it’s easier.” He spoke softly, as his hand trailed lightly across your back in a “soothing” gesture. 

“W-What? N-No! I have my own-” You were cut off with the hardest spank yet, as you let out a harsh scream. Your mind was beyond clouded by now, and that last spank was enough. “I-I’M SORRY! You’re…” speaking softly, “You’re my dad…my only dad…” You winced at a mixture of your own words and the throbbing, stinging sensation you had on your rear. It was embarrassing to say the least, and you couldn’t help but glare pathetically at the ground in resignation. 

The room was silent for a few seconds, and you wondered what he was thinking. Though you didn’t wonder for long when you received a spank, one only slightly lighter than the one previously. “O-Ow! Hey! I said it! I said you’re my dad! The fuck do you want from me?” But the second you finished speaking there was a series of four spanks, with two on each side. Tears that had nearly dried were replaced by a steady flow of more down your cheeks. “S-Stop…please dad…it hurts too much.” You weren’t entirely sure if you were crying because of the pain, or the sheer feeling of hopelessness from your words…though it was very possible it was a strong mixture of both. 

“And what do you say to your father?” His voice wasn’t giving away his emotions, but it was easier for your own sanity to imagine him grinning sadistically. If you could just continue to paint him as a villain, you wouldn’t ever have to believe your own words when you call him a father. It made you think of your own father in that moment, and how he would never do this to you. But you thought about it for too long, not answering Mihawk as his hand was brought down again with force. 

“AH! W-What?! What do you want me to say? Please just tell me! I’ll say it, please!” You sounded beyond desperate, and many of the words came out through sobs and cries of pain, making it harder for even you to understand your words. Barely anything was being processed in your mind now, wondering if he’d continue to spank you if you didn’t say exactly what he wanted you to. Several sayings that you would always tell your father ran through your mind, but none seemed right. 

“Thank you?” You guessed, only to receive another spank. Your breath hitched, and you rapidly guessed other things he may want you to say, “Your cooking is good? You take good care of me? You’re a good teacher? I look up to you?” But in rapid succession, you received a sharp slap with each incorrect guess…which was apparently all of them. You screamed, and writhed in his lap with each passing second as the burning sensation became overwhelming. “W-WHAT? What do you want me to say?”

Mihawk sighed deeply, and spoke thoughtfully as he considered his words, “I suppose it may be difficult for you to guess, you’ve never gotten close to saying it.” It confused you more than anything, and when you stilled to think about what he meant he continued, “I’ll start then. All you have to do is respond appropriately.” He rubbed circles along your back and said without hesitation, “My darling daughter, I love you.” 

You went completely stiff, and even gasped in surprise. Did he really think that if you said it, you’d mean it? Was he that delusional? What kind of twisted psycho kidnaps a teenager, just to force her to say she loves him? That she’s his DAUGHTER? Your breathing picked up, as after all this time, a panic attack swelled up in your chest. Sobbing uncontrollably, you did everything you could to convince yourself that you didn’t mean it…but if it would really make all this pain stop…

“I…I love you…I love you, dad.” It was barely a whisper, and the only way you knew he heard you, was how his fingers stilled on your back for several seconds. You couldn’t slow your breathing, now shaking and terrified it wouldn’t be good enough for him. The thought of getting even more spanks…it was too much to bear. You really couldn’t take any more, as you dissolved into hyperventilating and sobbing on his lap. Even your hands were clutching his pant legs at this point, shaking uncontrollably as you laid there in fear of what might happen. 

But the next strike never came. Instead, you were carefully pulled up, instinctively crying out in pain when you were placed on his lap. He moved you slowly, cradling you to him with your arm and side against his chest as his arms wrapped around your back and knees. He ran his fingers along your skin slowly, and shushed you softly as you continued to weep. He rested your head under his chin and gave you a reassuring squeeze. 

You hated what you did…but because of the terrifying experience you went through, all you wanted was comfort. It took less than a few seconds of being in his arms for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and cry into his neck. It didn’t register that he went completely still for a moment, before returning to comforting you. There was too much on your mind to notice a little detail like that, but you didn’t care. Even if it was from the man who just spanked you ruthlessly and forced you to call him dad, the feeling of being held close in his arms was somehow comforting. 

You ended up falling asleep like that, completely mentally and physically exhausted, in his arms. He moved carefully, shifting your forms so that he was laying on his back with you curled up in a small ball on top of him. Your hands reached and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, and head nuzzled into his neck. He was more than careful as to not wake you up, but instead soothed you by running his hand through your hair while the other held you as close to him as possible. Despite hating giving you that punishment, he smiled. 

You were so much smaller than him, definitely weaker in every way. But you had a fire inside you, he concluded it was because of having to protect yourself. Your parents were never good enough for you, not like he could be. He was going to be the best father, as he’d been trying to do from the very beginning, since meeting you. How was it you had to grow up protecting yourself, you must have had to, and never had anyone strong enough to protect you? You even managed to be dragged onto a pirate ship. If he hadn’t saved you…no one would have. The thought sent him spiraling, and he went through a range of emotions without ever fully showing them on his face. 

Something inside him changed when he met you, and again when you called him dad. It was only one time, but he knew if he did everything he could to be the father you’ve always deserved, you’d never stop saying it. Never try to leave him, never fight him…never say you hate him. He knew you didn’t mean it when you said it during your punishment, but as they say, if you say something enough times you start to believe it. To feel it. Even though you only said it to end the punishment, it was a good start. He would do everything he could, try harder than his best, and make sure you never have to fake those feelings again. 

You woke up several hours later, completely exhausted and sore. It was completely uncomfortable, sleeping in a ball like this. You groaned, and went to roll over but you were secured in the spot. Finally opening your eyes, you tilted your head up to see Mihawk looking down at you with his neutral expression, only with a trace of adoration showing. It caused you to become completely stiff, looking at him with wide eyes. 

��Good morning, darling.” He said, and shifted you slightly to be in a more comfortable position. “Would you like anything to eat? We can head to the kitchen and I can prepare something for you.” He gave the slightest smile, though his eyes were calculating. He was trying to figure out if you’d misbehave as you did yesterday. He scanned your face, as a range of emotions went through you. 

You took several seconds to look over your words, as you tried to decide the best course of action. Yesterday was terrifying…traumatizing even. If you fought back, there was no telling what other punishments you’d have in store. Would he even believe you if you lied and went along with anything he said? It took many moments of deliberation, before you muttered “Some food would be nice…” 

He thought for a brief second, before he maneuvered you to fit in his arms comfortably as he walked you both to the kitchen. This time, you didn’t fight back in the slightest. Just the thought of the punishment from last night had you completely still in his arms. There was no way you were going to go through that again. At least not right now. Your whole body was sore, and brought chills down your spine. Without even thinking about it, the physical contact was comforting enough you leaned into him slightly. 

You could practically feel his smile, and let him set you down on the countertop. Making eye contact with him right now wasn’t something you were able to bring yourself to do. Those eyes…you could see why they scared away most people. They tore holes through you, and you were one to wear your emotions on your sleeve most of the time. If he saw how afraid you were, how BROKEN you were, you didn’t want to know what would happen. So instead you watched your hands as you fiddled with them while he prepared breakfast. 

It was silent, until Mihawk mentioned breakfast being done. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed, but he led you to the dining room as he carried the plates of food. You nearly picked a seat further away from him, but decided it wasn’t a wise decision. He always insisted you sit right next to him, and you weren’t in the right place to question or protest it. 

Breakfast remained relatively quiet, but you had a burning question you needed answered. There were a couple bites left, but as the question brewed and festered, you needed to ask it now. “Why…why me? Why did you save me…and pick me to be your daughter?” You tried to make eye contact after avoiding it for the majority of the day so far, but immediately looked away. He looked surprised, but you couldn’t bear to see his face at this point. 

“That’s a difficult question to answer.” He spoke, matter of factly. You could hear him set down his silverware, and he reached one hand over to move your chin to meet his eyes. You expected it though, and used every inch of your willpower not to flinch. “There are many reasons, though some seem…illogical.” It had you tilting your head slightly in confusion, as he continued. 

“I wasn’t planning to save you. But you seemed to have no connection with those pirates, and I didn’t feel any sense of danger when I saw you. You looked…scared, and weak.” You scrunch your nose at the word weak, but allow him to elaborate. “You clearly didn’t fit in with the pirates, and I felt the urge to protect you. After that, your wit, your humor, even your flaws were appealing.” He chuckled softly, as you saw the most genuine smile you’d seen from him. 

“You have a fire inside you. It’s no secret I could have left you, abandoned you, but you talked to me with respect…even if it came from fear. Despite being injured, despite being afraid, you still stood up to me. It’s courageous, and shows that you’re strong willed. There aren’t many people that I’ve seen fight with no chance of success.” He sighed, reaching over to grab one of your hands. 

“Though you fight me…you’re everything I’ve wanted in a daughter.” His thumb trailed across the back of your hand, as you sat there in shock. “I wasn’t expecting to have kids, though I knew if I wanted a child, I would hope for a daughter. Daughters to me…are something precious. Boys can always grow up and fight, but it’s astounding to teach a girl to be a strong and reliable woman. Though no matter how strong a girl will grow up to become, they’re daughters that a loving father can and will always protect. That is what I wish to be to you, a father and protector.” 

You had no words, it was the most you’d heard him speak since meeting him, and it seemed genuine. It never crossed your mind he could ramble this much, but it was somewhat…reassuring. He didn’t want you to be his daughter for ill reasons, but instead because you’re someone he pictured could fit into his mindset of a child he may have never had. You weren’t someone who could be molded easily, but his confessions had you nodding your head slightly, removing your hand from his to finish eating. 

You were a long way from loving him, and you may never do so. The thoughts racing through your mind were conflicting, with one half wanting nothing to do with him. But the other half…had you thinking that if he were your father, you would never want for anything again. You’d have everything you needed, and be protected from anyone and anything that came your way. He may be gone for periods of time, and it gave you an idea. It may be a terrible one, but it would give you a chance to decide what you did with the learned skill. 

“Then…for when you’re gone…teach me how to fight. Teach me how to use a sword.” Your voice was filled with resolve, determined that if you were to accept him as a father, you could protect yourself while he was gone. And if not, you could train. Become strong enough that you could take him on and escape. Which option you would decide, would come in time. Now wasn’t the time to decide, not when your thoughts were racing with all the possibilities of what he could do to you…or even what he could do FOR you. 

You looked up from your plate, to see his reaction to your offer. His eyes were wide, but his face contorted into a smile. You weren’t sure if he saw it as a challenge, or an opportunity. He may be proud to teach you to fight, and all you could do was hope he didn’t understand the underlying message. If you were to train hard enough, you’d try to escape him…if you even wanted to when the time came to decide. Regardless, as he smiled, he gave a small nod. 

“If that’s what you want. I would be glad to teach you.” 

No matter what…you’d surpass him. 

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My Dear Daughter-Yandere! Father-Figure Mihawk & Daughter-Figure Reader

A commission for anonymous! This is a longer one, and I'm grateful they gave me the chance to write for this prompt <3 Platonic Yanderes need love too!

Summary: Reader is a stowaway on a pirate ship, and after getting injured you find yourself a savior in the man who destroyed the ship with but a single blow. You're terrified to speak up, but he's done nothing but spoil you. It's not enough though. You want to go home. Mihawk however, now seeing you as a daughter, is doing anything to prevent it from happening.

Word Count: 5,127

Everything was going well…too well. You should have expected everything to go awry, but you had hoped it wouldn’t. The crew had found you. You were trying to hide in the storage room, escaping the dull life of your home island. But people had been reluctant to take a 17 year old to another island, claiming you’d only weigh them down. Even aside from that, the next island was a total of nine days away. So your solution? Hide on a ship when there weren’t many people tending to it. 

Little did you know, it was a pirate ship. It was a lapse of judgment, and you regretted it only when they found you. Luck wasn’t on your side today, it seems. They had dragged you out, and tossed you down on the main deck. You could already feel the bruises forming, but it was nothing in comparison to the fear you felt being surrounded by all these pirates. They were looking at you in a way that you know meant you were in for a world of hurt. 

One drunk was holding a sword, and made a “fake” jab towards you, but he clearly intended to slice your leg, which he did. But you refused to make a sound, even though it was severe. Your blood started to seep through to the wooden deck, and you glared at the pirates as they laughed. After that, there were several more little cuts and bruises. 

Why did you have to try and leave? If you’d stayed at home, it wouldn’t have been exciting by any means…but you wouldn’t have been hurting, surrounded by who knows how many pirates. They were vile, spewing promises on the pain to come. You were probably only there a couple minutes, but it felt like years. You only hoped they reached the island soon. If they didn’t…you’d have another eight days of torture. You didn’t know if you could bear that. 

Within minutes of this realization, you heard shouting coming from the crow’s nest above you. He sounded confused, but announced it to the crew and his captain. It made you curious, as his words…didn’t really make sense. 

“Captain! There’s a man floating on a small raft in the water! What do you want me to do?” He leaned over and looked down at the group, his eyes lingering on you momentarily before returning to his place in the crow’s nest. 

“Raft? What’s on it?” The captain called back to him, not sounding too concerned. If anything, he seemed to smirk in place and call back, “Someone shoot him down.” He turned back to you and grabbed your shirt collar, pulling you close to his face with a look that could only be described as sinister. “Hey little girl…you wanna see what happens to people who bother pirates? If you don’t listen, it’ll be you next.” 

His breath reeked of alcohol, and it made you flinch back. When he mentioned shooting down the man, your eyes widened. Was he about to kill the man? If he was on a raft, he might even need help! “W-Wait! Don’t kill him! If he’s just on a raft he doesn’t have anything valuable, what could you possibly get from kill-” But the words were cut off when the captain yelled in your face.

“WHY? WHY am I doing this?” He cackled, and the crew joined in. “Because we’re pirates. Why SHOULDN’T we send a message? It’s a message for you, don’t you feel special?” He turned to a couple crew members and nodded to the cannons with his head. “Don’t miss. There’s no warning shots this time.” He grabbed you by the back of the neck and dragged you to the side of the ship, so you could see the spectacle about to happen. 

As the crew loaded the cannons and got ready to fire, the captain tilted his head slightly. “Wait…” the gears in his head were turning, and as the small raft got closer he began to shake in fear. “WAIT! MEN DON’T SHOOT-” He sounded frantic, and continued, “WE HAVE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” He let go of you, clearly not concerned with you right now. Whoever that man was, even this group of pirates were terrified of him. 

You leaned towards the ledge, and considered jumping over and begging the man on the raft to get YOU out of here. Staying with these pirates was dangerous, maybe he was with the marines? Why else would these pirates be so terrified? It wasn’t a great option, but neither was staying with these pirates. But you didn’t have much time to debate. 

The man stood on the small raft, and pulled up a sword bigger than any you’d ever seen. It was shaped like a cross, and it hit you. This was Dracule Mihawk. One of the seven warlords of the sea. Meaning he was a pirate, just like them. But what if he thought you were one of them, he surely wouldn’t kill someone innocent when working for the government…right? 

You waved your arms at him, hoping he’d get the message. But he had already swung his sword. Within half a second, the boat was split in half. You stumbled, and tried to gain your bearings, but with your injuries it proved to be a more difficult task than you imagined. Falling several meters into the ocean as it churned was terrifying, and you struggled to swim back to the surface. But with all the debris falling…you knew. You were going to drown here. 

You were near passing out, and you couldn’t hold your breath anymore…until a hand reached down and pulled you up. As you coughed, placed on a solid surface you looked up and saw the gaze of Mihawk. His eyes were piercing, and it was as if he was looking straight through you. It took everything in you to not cower under that look. He was much taller than you, and his sword was resting behind the makeshift seat. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, though his eyes were glancing over your body, taking in the injuries you had. You had no idea what he was thinking, his face was completely blank, and his voice monotone. “Allow me.” He said and reached down to help you up. 

You swayed, and all but fell into his arms. The raft didn’t rock much, but you could still feel the movement of the waves under your feet. He placed a firm hand on your upper arm and kept you steady. “What…are you doing? Why did you save me?” Was all you could get out. You tried to scour his face for any traces of emotion, but found none. Aside from a brief second of softness in his eyes, though it was gone as quickly as it came. 

“You needed help. I’m providing that.” He carefully moved you to set you on the only seat on the small raft. He knelt down and looked at you. Even when you were sitting on the small chair, he was bigger than you as he rested on one knee. His tone was ‘matter-of-fact’ and you were reeling your mind trying to think of what he was thinking. 

“Uh…okay…” You couldn’t find any other words. Help was needed, and if he was willing to provide that…it shouldn’t be too bad? You were bleeding more and more by the second, and the sea salt in those wounds were only aggravating them. It honestly made you feel as if you’d pass out. Your eyes continued to flutter shut, but the fear of being alone in the vast sea with a warlord kept you fighting. 

“Don’t worry…you’ll be able to rest soon.” He tore off small strips of his clothing and wrapped it around the larger wounds, and opened the water bottle he had in an attempt to clean those wounds. He moved swiftly but carefully, as the raft floated further and further from the remains of the shipwreck. 

Once he was finished, you were practically asleep. He took the moment to look you over in curiosity. There was a small tug at his heartstrings, it was small…but still there. He could bring you to the nearest island, but a large part of him wanted to continue to check on you. Make sure you’re recovering well. It was a brief moment of hesitation, before he started moving the raft to his island. Once you were healed completely, he would bring you back to your island or one of your choosing. That’s what he told himself at least. 

Once you were asleep, he gently lifted you, and sat down on the seat. He cradled you to him, with one arm under your back and the other your knees. Your fears and worries of the events must have scared you terribly, he concluded. You softly cried in your sleep, as you unknowingly nuzzled your face into his neck. All Mihawk could do was hold you closer, as he whispered “You’re safe, now.” Over and over again until the tears stopped. 

You ended up stirring awake not long later. Your eyes opened before you moved anything, and you instantly shot up, only to be held down with arms much stronger than yours. The first thing you wanted to see after passing out, traumatized for life, was…well not this. Mihawk’s practically glowing yellow eyes staring down at you. You were in his lap, being held like a damn princess. He had no shame, either. When you caught him staring he had the audacity to maintain that eye contact. 

“Uh…I can get up now?” You wished you were shaking less, but you were being coddled by a warlord. “You can drop me off at the nearest island, so you should…do that.” It came out a lot less assertive than you meant for it to, but you didn’t want to walk on eggshells. If he wanted, he could throw you into the ocean never to be seen again. Or even worse, cut you down, himself. If he can slice an entire ship in half without even trying…you didn’t want to think about what he could do to you. 

“No.” It was so matter-of-fact that it caught you completely off guard. He continued to look at you, analyzing everything on your face. “Your wounds need to heal, my island is closest.” It was a lie, but you had no way of knowing that. He wasn’t even entirely sure why he lied. He gave you what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze, but it came across as a warning. 

“Okay…?” You were beyond confused at this point, and his short responses weren’t helping that. It just made it so much worse. But you were terrified, despite trying to appear as if you weren’t. So you settled as much as you could, and tried to put as much distance as possible while still being secured in his lap. Whatever his plan here was, he sure wasn’t going to talk about it. You tried to take the initiative, and said a small “Thank you for saving me.” 

It was all he needed to hear, and he looked a bit surprised. It wasn’t much, just a slight twitch in his eyebrows at most, and his eyes got just slightly wider. But he did his best to try and give a small. He wasn’t used to it, but he could see how scared you were. The smile was forced, but his eyes continued to not reveal anything. Maybe a small trace of contentment? You didn’t know him enough to be able to tell. 

Arriving at the island took at least another hour past that, but being out in the middle of the ocean made it hard to tell exactly what time it was. As the raft hit the shore line, you went to stand up and get off him, but he effortlessly kept you in place. “What? I can walk, you know!” Another attempt to get out of his grasp, was futile at best. You looked up at him with the best glare you could manage but it looked as shaky as you felt. 

“Not safely.” He shifted you a bit, carrying you with a single arm as he poked your ankle. It made you hiss, and he lifted an eyebrow in a ‘see?’ display. “You’re injured, I’m simply helping you.” He then shifted you a bit more to try and get you comfortable but it jostled you enough you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck with a small noise of protest. Your face was buried in his neck as you tried not to fall. 

If you could have seen his face, it would have been the biggest reaction you’d seen of him yet. His eyes were wide, and he paused for a moment, before giving a much more genuine smile. You reminded him of a child. He wasn’t sure exactly how old you were, but he would get to know. He cradled you with both arms, trying to return his facial expression to neutral. “Shh…it’s okay. I’d never drop you. You’re safe.” Even the tone had a twinge on sincerity. 

You gulped, and did everything you could to not fight against his grasp. It was difficult, you weren’t used to this kind of treatment anymore. It had been a long time since someone carried you like this…maybe you could indulge just this once. Besides, he made a point. Your ankle wasn’t in the best condition. You shuddered thinking about how bad it could be. If it hurt that bad from just a poke, what if you needed a real doctor? What if it got infected?

Though Mihawk wasn’t great at empathizing, he could tell you were panicking. He shushed you softly, and carefully brought you to a spare room in his home. It was fully furnished, with anything you’d reasonably need. Even some things you didn’t NEED but could want. He spoke to you softly, and it was giving you whiplash. The warlord who can end a person’s life with just a glance was treating you with kindness and even being accommodating. It was confusing you beyond measure. 

“Your house is huge…” Was the first thing you mumbled back at him as he eased the door closed with his foot. He walked over to the bed, and rested you on it. You weren’t going to make a big deal out of it, but when you were resting on the bed you couldn’t help it. “This is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid on in my life!” You let out a small giggle and got comfortable as you could with your injuries. “Is it…really okay if I stay here? I don’t wanna cause any trouble! The second I’m feeling better I promise I’ll get out of your hair!” You had realized you’d been a little too giddy, and didn’t want him to feel as if you were milking your injury. 

But he did give a rather large smile. Large smile for him at least. In response to your giggling, he let out a low chuckle. Hearing it was somewhat soothing, and the look in his eyes was something close to adoration. You think. It was so hard to tell with him…but regardless, he replied. “You can stay here as long as you’d like. As for the bed, it’s yours if you’d like it. I can always get you a new and better one. Money is no issue.” He pulled the chair from the desk over to where you laid on the bed, and took a glance at the small amounts of blood seeping through the makeshift bandage he’d given. 

He hummed, and walked to the bathroom, only to return with a first aid kit. “I’ll check them over, and then I can give you a better estimate on when you’ll be safe to walk again.” He slowly unwrapped each of the bandages, and worked slowly and carefully so as to not hurt you. He hummed a couple times, and you’d look between him and the injury. 

“What? ‘Hm’ what?” You got anxious, he was staring so intently at the bleeding. “Is it bad? What does ‘hm’ mean!?” It was getting hard to stay still, and when you tried to pull your leg away, he grabbed an uninjured part of it and kept it secured in place. 

“Be careful…a couple of these are going to need stitches. Which means no walking for around four weeks or so I’d say.” He looked at you a bit sympathetically, and pulled out the needle prepared to give you the stitches needed. “I apologize…it will hurt a bit, but I’ll make it as painless as possible. I promise.” The look in his eyes held some deeper meaning, but you couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Four whole weeks…of not walking…? Shit…I’m not going to burden or bother you or anything, right? I mean, not even just you but also. Wait, how many people live here?” You shifted a bit, and winced at the movement from your ankle. “And I’m bleeding on your bed sheets! I’m sorry! Just a few stitches and then I can go to a different island, I can see a doctor, It’ll-” He cut you off promptly with a look and short phrase. 

“You’re staying. I can help you, here. If you need to go anywhere in the mansion, I can carry you until you’re better enough to walk with me as a crutch.” His tone wasn’t quite harsh, but assertive. He addressed your question next, “As for how many live here. Just…two.” It seemed like he came to a conclusion of some kind, and smiled a bit to himself before smiling at you. “It’s safe here. No one should dare harm you under my care.” 

Rather it be for better or for worse, he had decided. You’d be staying with him indefinitely. You would come to realize that in time, but for the moment you were clueless. Simply settled on bed rest for a few weeks, you fell back asleep immediately following getting stitches. It really was a comfy bed, it’d be easier to have bed rest in this kind of comfort. If Mihawk seemed sure no one would hurt you…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? He was a warlord afterall, so you doubted many would even do so much as attempt to harm you. 

You thought it would be easy, you really did. But he hardly ever left you alone! It was somewhat expected the first day or two, but a three and a half weeks? Of just laying in bed without being able to even stand up and walk? It was suffocating! He had asked a million questions, about everything to do with you. He didn’t even ask about your family, your friends, did he not care? He seemed content to have you talk about yourself though. Your responses were getting shorter, and he definitely noticed, but didn’t say much of anything about it. Simply continued with the small talk and questions. 

“Do you have a favorite restaurant back on your home island?” He’d ask. 

“Not really.”

“Did you have any childhood pets?”

“A couple.” 

“Is there a dream job you have?”

“Haven’t decided.” 

“What island have you heard of that you want to visit?”

You reached your breaking point. So many questions, and even when you slept! He’d be in that chair in the corner most of the time. You didn’t know what his endgame here was, but you were sick of being grilled about anything and everything. “WOULD YOU JUST STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS?” A glare was sent his way from you, but it faltered significantly when it was met with a glare right back at you. It wasn’t much, but it was the most anger you’d seen from him. 

“I’ll give you some space.” His expression was neutral once more, and he stood to leave, only to stop in the doorway. He seemed to hesitate there, and he turned back to partially face you. “I expect an apology for your tone. Screaming at me gets you nowhere.” He turned back but ended up deciding to say one more thing before fully leaving. It was a softer tone, as he said “I don’t wish for you to scream at me, I despise it so.” Before leaving the room entirely. 

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Did you…really just scream at a warlord? He took you into his home, cared for you, tended to you, and even carried you to the dining table for three meals a day! You watched him cook for you numerous times, but you still yelled at him? It’s not like he did anything wrong…he just wanted to get to know you. That’s all…right? You flopped over in the bed, and pulled the covers over your head. Beating yourself up won’t solve anything, but maybe some sleep would. 

You woke up not long after, extremely confused. The injury on your ankle…it wasn’t hurting. A little bit maybe, but not bad at all. What made you notice it, was your other foot had found a spot on top of the injured one in your sleep. It made you giddy beyond reason, thinking maybe it was almost completely better, and you could finally walk around! Maybe then you could go back to your home island, you missed everyone…and you were sure they were worried. You had been talking about running off to another island, so it might not be surprising you disappeared for a while, but you hadn’t even been able to write to them. 

Placing your good foot on the ground gently, you took a few deep breaths and placed the other one on the ground. You were bracing yourself, getting ready to stand up. It had been a whole week and a half, but if you bursted the stitches open it would be so much worse. Mihawk might get pissed at you…and you valued your life. He’s been kind for the most part, overly kind in fact, but he seemed focused on your progress in getting better. Putting a set back on that might make him explode and you didn’t want that. At all. 

You swayed between all the options, before taking one more deep breath and putting weight slowly on your ankles, being sure to favor the good one the most first. When that was fine, you put a little more on the other foot. After a bit, you were able to stand evenly on them both. You wanted to jump in joy, but you weren’t about to push the boundaries. After the little snap at Mihawk, you decided the best course of action would be to leave and head back to your island while he was gone. You’d overstayed your welcome, and now that you could somewhat walk again, it was time to go. 

It took a bit of practice to walk around the room, but you figured you’d rather start off with some small pacing, before making the long trek from the mansion to the shore. It wasn’t long into your pacing when you heard a knock at your door. Shit…so leaving without a trace wasn’t an option. But you were excited, you’d get to see everyone again. Maybe he’d show you where the rafts and boats were!

“Darling? Are you alright?” He called, his tone laced with worry. “May I come in? We need to have a discussion.” Those words made you hesitate a bit, it sounded serious. Maybe he knew you were feeling better, and decided to talk to you about returning home? It was all you could hope for. There were certainly much worse possibilities running through your mind. 

“Sure…” You were curious, but ended up continuing to pace even as he entered the room. “Look! I’m feeling so much better!” You made a demonstration of walking around the room. When you looked back at him, he looked conflicted. Like he also had many possibilities running through his head. It stopped you in your tracks, and you wanted to walk closer, but hesitated. 

“That’s wonderful, I’m glad you’re recovering well.” He turned to the side and came in with a tray. It had a few different kinds of food on it. “You never specified your favorite restaurant, so I attempted a few different types of food.” He walked to your bedside table and set it down. “Come eat. We can discuss a few things.” He said as he sat on the foot of the bed, before patting your spot to signal you to sit again. 

“I actually…wanted to ask you something.” You said hesitantly, and followed the instructions to sit by the bedside table. When you didn’t touch the food, he knew something was wrong. “Would I be able to have a small boat? Or a raft even! I could make my way back home, I’ve been here for so long now at this point…It’s time for me to go home. But thank you! For everything. You didn’t have to save me but you did and I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” You fidgeted with your hands, and avoided looking directly at him. While he’d been soft and kind to you, his power and authority still caused anxieties of what could happen. 

“Darling…” He scooted a bit closer and urged you to look at him. “You ARE home. You’re to live here, with me. I’ve given you anything you’ve wanted, why would you want to leave?” The word ‘me’ hangs in the air at the end of the sentence as he hesitated before saying the next sentence. “Have I done something wrong? Whatever it may be, I can do my best to fix it.” 

“No! There’s nothing you’ve done wrong, but I can’t just live here with you! I have friends I need to see, and my mom and dad-” That word shouldn’t have made him react that way…but it did. It made your sentence cut off on its own. His eyes were glowing more than usual, and his face was contorted with anger. He looked away and seemed to struggle with his own words as they came out. 

“I’m your father. It doesn’t matter if I haven’t known you since your birth, I care for you greatly. All of our conversations, I know I can be a better father to you than whatever the ‘man’ before me ever was.” He was getting closer now, and you were trying to retreat but he wasn’t having it. He looked over your face, and still saw fear. “Don’t worry, I know it must be confusing for you.” He chuckled a bit, but it was far from comforting as it was the first you’d heard it. 

“You don’t have to be ready to call me your father right now, but we’ll get there. As for your friends, I can find new ones for you. I will make sure they’re safe people.” He waved a hand in the air dismissively. “I would give you anything, darling…so I do hope you’ll be able to forgive me for keeping you here. You mean too much to me for me to let you go. If I were to do so, you could get hurt. Emotionally, mentally…and even physically. Those pirates deserved a fate much worse than I gave them.” 

“You’ll give me anything? THEN GIVE ME A BOAT TO GET OUT OF HERE! DON’T JUST ACT LIKE YOU CAN REPLACE EVERYTHING I HAD!” You were pissed, but this time you wouldn’t back down. Your anxieties and fears wanted you to, but Mihawk was saying you’d never get to see them again! As if people were replaceable! You leaned forward as you yelled and got closer to him, you flung the blankets off and tried to walk towards the door. “IF YOU WON’T GIVE ME THAT THEN I’LL FIGURE OUT HOW TO LEAVE, MYSELF!” 

You heard a sigh behind you, and as you went to open the door he was already next to it, shutting it and preventing you from leaving. His speed was much faster than yours, and you already knew well that his strength was too. You took a step back, and became fearful of his expression. It wasn’t angry, in fact it was back to the blank and neutral expression he had when you first met him. He’d put up the walls he’d slowly been taking down. 

He reached forward, and you flinched but he also wasn’t giving in this time. He placed a finger under your chin and tilted it so you looked at him directly. “Look at me, please?” He held your head there until your eyes met his. “There she is…my dear daughter.” He sighed, and when you opened your mouth to yell at him again, he sighed once more. “Please stop screaming at me, love. You know I hate it.” He grabbed your arms and moved you carefully, but firmly back to the bed. 

“YOU CAN’T-” But his neutral expression was scaring you more, and you found yourself unable to finish the sentence. There was so much you wanted to scream at him, the overflowing emotion was building up so much that tears started to fall down your face. “I’m not your daughter…” Was all you could spat at him angrily as he forced you further into the room. No matter how much you thrashed, you couldn’t hurt him. And he knew that. You both did. But you had to try…

“You are. I know you are. I knew the moment I saw you. Take your time, love. You can call for me when you need me, but for now I think you need to learn a lesson.” He spoke softly at first, before his tone became much more firm. You really…really didn’t want to know what he meant. But it became clear in the seconds following. 

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, before the door seemed to open and close instantly. He was gone. You should have known it’d be locked, but what you didn’t expect was just how sturdy the door was. When you banged on it, screaming for him to let you out, it didn’t budge in the slightest. Not even a small tremor from the strengths of your blow. That bastard must have planned this…was this his plan all along?

Only time would tell, but no matter how many times you had to do it…you’d try to escape. He can’t keep you here forever. He can’t…and he won’t. You’re resolved, knowing you’d go to further and further lengths to get out of here. You would return home…to your real home…no matter the cost. 

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A Day At The Beach

A commission for @ibby-miyoshi-nerd for Cole from Blush Blush! It's such a fun little game, I'm excited to have a chance to write for Cole! I didn't even realize he was voiced by Cyyu and now I'm having a hard time unhearing Cyno from genshin. Fun times. Regardless, here's the completed fic! I'm going to try and do one more commission today, but if not I have time tomorrow to try and knock out at least a couple!

Thank y'all for your patience <3

Word Count: 2,300

(This is basically 100% fluff)

You skipped and hummed, excited for the date you were promised. Cole had been working more for the police department, which meant less time with you. The both of you hated it, but it paid the bills. Though admittedly, having him come home and pick you up just to spin you in circles did soften the blow…a lot. So knowing he promised a date for the two of you was something you’d been looking forward to for months. It took a while for him to get it approved for a full week without work, but he managed to get it done. 

Since you worked several jobs here and there, coming up with the funds for the trip was no issue. He had pestered and borderline begged you to say how much it cost so he could pay you back. But you weren’t having it. You ended up having to come to an agreement on it, where you paid for the trip and he paid for everything there. Food, services, shopping trips, whatever you wanted. Not that you’d let him spend every penny on you, but he tended to do it regardless. 

Since it had been a while since the trip was discussed, everything was purchased and ready, with bags packed and bills paid before you left home for the week. Now all you had to do is wait for Cole to get home from work and you could set off. It wasn’t a long trip, but still a good two to three hours to the resort by car. He didn’t trust planes, but you liked the idea of driving better anyways. Just the two of you away from the world, enjoying each other’s company. 

Right on the dot, six minutes since Cole was clocked off work he had returned home. The drive was technically 10 minutes, but that never seemed to stop him. If it meant coming home to you sooner he didn’t care. Especially since you had called off from your jobs as well, so he knew it was just you at home. He hated leaving you alone whenever it was possible not to do so, always scared something may happen to you. It hasn’t yet, but his worries overturned logic in many senses…at least…when it came to you. 

Once he was barely even in the door, he dropped his work bag and caught you as you flung yourself at him. You both laughed, as he spun you around in circles. “Hm…something tells me you missed me.” He set you down, and smiled at you with half lidded eyes. “Truth be told, I missed you too. Arguably more than you missed me.” He poked your cheek and sighed, slowly coming into the house and shutting the door. 

“What’s that sigh about?” You jabbed his arm lightly, and he winced back with a smile pretended it hurt before he returned to a complex look. “Are you nervous about the trip?” You tried to analyze his emotions, but he was much better in that field. He seemed to always know what you were thinking, but the same couldn’t be said back. Especially now, you thought he’d be over the moon to get a full week with you and no work to bother you. 

“Hm…” He smiled and deflected your question with his own, “You ready to go? A long drive is on our agenda for now.” Cole stretched, and walked with you to the living room where your bags for the trip were. He wrapped his arms around you the second you turned from him, “At least we’ll have three hours alone…” he mumbled, and didn’t even seem to realize he said it out loud because he didn’t respond after that. 

You giggled, and tried to turn in his arms to face him but he just held you tighter, effectively keeping you in place. “Cole! We have to get going! We’re going to miss check in!” You patted his arms but he didn’t let go, just pretended to sleep on your shoulder. “Coooooole!” You laughed, and he finally released you from his grip. 

“That’s my name, yes? Do you need something?” He had that goofy smile on his face when he was up to no good. “Oh! That’s right!” He grabbed the bags and slung them over his shoulders before he started to push you into the direction of the car. “We’re going somewhere important, are we not?” He would randomly brush his fingers along your scalp but the second you were out the door he put one arm around your waist and opened your door for you. 

After his silly teasing, you did what you always do. Teased him right back. “Oh my! Such a gentleman! Where’s my boyfriend?” You searched around, as if you were looking for someone and he scoffed with a laugh. “My boyfriend, the man who was once a panther? Do you know him? He’s a detective, we met at work?” You hummed and as soon as he strapped in he looked over you with adoring yet mischievous eyes. 

“Do you get into anyone’s car that isn’t your boyfriend?” An eyebrow was raised and that dangerous smile was once again on his face. “That seems highly unsafe, perhaps I should just bring you back home, surely you want to rest at home and watch movies with him.” There was a slight trace of reluctance in his expression before it was gone. 

You had burst out laughing by now, barely getting any words out. You gave him a playful poke to his cheek before turning his head fully towards you to plant a small kiss on his lips. Pulling away didn’t work as you intended it to, because he placed a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you back in for a “proper” kiss. He did eventually pull back though, and faced the road. 

It seemed he was working more on concealing his feelings, because his expression gave nothing away. The only sign something was on his mind was how his hand only rested on the gear shift, but had yet to actually start the car. You wanted to pry, but he would tell you in time. Figuring he was worried about this trip, you placed your hand over his which shocked him out of his trance. 

“It’s okay. The trip will be amazing, I promise.” You smiled and he didn’t have it in him to not smile back, though it was lopsided and awkward. It made him sigh again, but this time he started the engine and you were both on your way. 

Before even getting out of the driveway, he placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on your mid thigh. As it turns out, driving was when you got the most answers out of him. Not by words, no, but if you asked the right questions he’d squeeze your thigh a little more without even intentionally doing so. It was a secret weapon of sorts, but you knew in your mind nothing would go wrong on this trip. 

So instead, you discussed your latest game or anime obsessions, and he listened attentively, asking questions here and there to get a better understanding. While he didn’t play many games or watch many shows, he did love anytime he could hear your voice. If you wanted to get him to play a game, he’d try but he’d much rather cuddle while watching you play it. There were many times where you’d be trying to get him to watch one of your favorite shows and videos, only to look over and he’d be watching you and not the screen. 

Knowing he cared enough to try is what mattered. 

Though the drive seemed long, it was even longer for him. He didn’t pitch in as much, and after a while you sat in comfortable silence. Once getting out of the car, he had a hand around your waist as he led you to the room to get your bathing suits on. Cole was being far too reluctant, it had you worrying if he even wanted to go on this trip at all. But you had to push through, because you knew if he gave it the chance, this beach would be a perfect getaway from the real world. 

Once you emerged in your bathing suit, he couldn’t stop staring. But you were too excited, and maybe even a bit flustered to stay there for now. You giggled and grabbed his hand to lead him to the beach. You had towels, and sunscreen, and even some little sandwiches you made before leaving for the trip. His favorites were made, of course, and you went down to the beach with very little words spoken. 

You couldn’t help but see how often he was glancing around the area. His hold on you was much tighter than usual and it left you confused. He hadn’t looked at you as much, seemingly more focused on observing the surroundings. You stopped in the ideal spot and pushed him onto the towel, making him beyond confused. All he could do was look up at you with a questioning glance. 

“Alright! What’s the deal? What’s bothering you?” You said, attempting to look firm. Though your expression and slight shakiness in your voice made it sound much more feeble than intended. You were worried about him, and it showed. It was clear you were questioning if it wasn’t the trip, but YOU, that was the problem here. 

Cole seemed to see this clearly, and he stood up, putting both hands on your cheeks and resting his forehead against yours. “I’m…sorry. I’ve just been a little worried, is all.” He didn’t elaborate, but you weren’t having it. Especially with it only being hour one of your seven day trip. He wouldn’t even hardly look in your eyes. The look seemed forced, like he wanted to look around more than he was in the moment. 

“Worried? About what?” You were so confused by now, and you raised your hands to rest it over his. “Do you think we’re in danger, or anything? I’m sure it’s safe, and we have so much space and time to ourselves, and I just thought-” you were speaking so fast you were sure he could barely understand you, but you had to get your thoughts out somehow. 

“No, no, no shhhh, it’s not that. I promise. You could never do anything wrong.” To halt your rambling, he put a finger over your lips as he tried to console you. “I…I’ve been worried. About something stupid…” He knew you’d ask for more clarification this time, so with a deep sigh he continued, “I don’t want others to see you in this. Not because I’m ashamed! I just want you…to be for me. Only for me.” This time he took a step back and rubbed the back of his neck, but it was clear this was a huge weight off his shoulders. 

“Ah…” It all clicked, his reluctance to go, his nervous habits barely peeking through, all of it. “You don’t have to worry about that, I promise. And it’s not stupid, not at all.” You stepped closer to him and hugged him tightly to express those affirmations physically as well. 

“I don’t…have to worry about it? What do you mean?” He was skeptical, but still clearly worried. His care, and emotions portrayed by it made you giggle a little into his chest. He huffed and reached down to flick your arm. “Don’t make fun of me, I’m being serious!” He was a little exasperated and there was a definite pink tinting his cheeks. 

His plea only made you laugh more, and you backed up slightly while still holding him to look at his face. “Well…you won’t have to worry. Because just like you said, how you only want me? Well I wanna be the only one to have you, too!” You looked at his expression with a huge grin, seeing how he was still confused. It made you kiss the tip of his nose before kissing him fully. It was possessive, from both ends. You both clearly meant your words, and he knew that now. Though he wasn’t sure what you were trying to say. Not fully, at least. 

Once you pulled back, you tried to make him piece it together himself. “How many people have you seen on the beach so far?” When he answered “zero” reluctantly, you continued. “A whole beach? With no people?” You looked around, making him do the same as he held you. 

You saw the lightbulb click in his head, “did you…?” he said, looking baffled. He couldn’t even finish his sentence when you nodded to confirm his suspicions. 

“Mhm! A whole beach all to ourselves. I couldn’t rent out the whole resort, but this part of the beach is all for us. Just you, and me!” You jumped back into his arms, and laughed. “Because…truth be told…I don’t want to share you either. Not with anyone.”  You took a deep breath and pulled away to look at him. 

Everything about his look, in one word, would be “adoring”. He was clearly over the moon, and he even muttered out an “I love you…more than anything.” Before he smoothed out the towel on the ground and laid down, prompting you to lay next to him so he could wrap his arms around you. “You’re so perfect…I can never find a single flaw in you. And I’ve tried.” He pulled you as close to him as possible, and before you went into the water several moments later, he made sure to whisper in your ear. 

“You’re mine. Just as much as I’m yours. You’ll never be able to get rid of me now.” 

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Commission Info

Hello! I have commissions open currently, I could use the money, since it seems I've lost my job ;v; I got ghosted by them which is so dumb. So! I'm about to reblog some of the other commissions I've done, and if anyone's interested feel free to DM me! I'm gonna do 5 slots for now, since I've made good progress on Kinktober and I'm working on Gachatober too since the wheel conveniently put a lot of characters towards the first of the month!

Thank you everyone for the support <3

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Barbtaros from obey me

-anon 🐰

Oooo! Barbados as a Ghoul, that should be interesting >:)

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SLOTS OPEN

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I’ll be updating as the slots get taken, so first come first serve! Be sure to check my list in my pinned post for what I do and don’t write! Any questions you have I’ll try to answer ASAP.

I can start working on them as soon as today 🤭

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Be on the lookout!!! I’ll be opening commissions soon, now that I’m making good progress on Kinktober and Gachatober! I really could use the money, my work ghosted me. Which is so dumb of them. I got bills to pay man XD

So soon I’ll be opening them, and if anyone was interested I’d be able to get them done real soon <3

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Mammon from obey me?

The wheel has spoken and said he's a demon XD I have an idea though, so I can work with this >:3

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Okay tbh I just want obsessed buggy. Idk if you wanna do headcanons, a whole fic, or a short one off, but it would be greatly appreciated ❤️

Here you go hun!!! It's a full fic <3 It is 100% leading to more spicy times, but I kept it PG13 for this particular fic. Featuring Buggy before and after Impel Down in some ways, I left most major spoilers out but if you haven't made it to Impel Down here's the warning that there could be spoilers!

Reader stay gn, and I had a ton of fun writing this! I mixed a little bit from the Anime Buggy's personality with some of the LA's Buggy too! Fun fact a bestie of mine does not share fictional crushes. So we can to an agreement. They get anime Buggy and I get LA Buggy. It was a worthwhile compromise >:3

Word Count: 1,661 (PG13)

Things were odd since you joined Buggy’s crew, but you figured it was to be expected when it came to a crew who loved to perform everywhere like a circus. An illegal circus, but a circus nonetheless. The captain was the most “flashy” of all, but maybe that’s why you were so drawn to him. Despite having a rather negative reputation, seeing him care for each and every one of his crew members while trusting them implicitly made you yearn to join. He allowed you, but didn’t seem to be fond of you at first. You proved your abilities when it came to combat, and your history with performances. He was won over, but still didn’t seem happy to see you most times. 

You never believed he was an evil man, but each time you’d come near him, his face would turn red with a scowl on his face before huffing and walking away. Once he was captured, now a prisoner of Impel Down, everyone tried desperately to figure out a plan to break him out. The crew were all disasters, but the joy you felt when he had made his escape caused an immense eruption of cheers and cries. He found the crew within record time, and everyone ran up to him. He cried, but he’d never admit it to everyone. 

You in particular, let out tears of joy and leapt towards him to pull him into a hug. To your surprise, he embraced you back, and wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he didn’t want to let you go. It sparked something in you, and you pulled back to look up at your captain. He had…an expression you’d never seen on his face before. You didn’t want to assume anything, but he looked at you with adoration…though once you caught his gaze, it turned into a sheepish smile with traces of red coming through the white facepaint he had on. 

He never seemed to leave your side after that. It would make you laugh, but not to mock him. Moreso it was because you didn’t WANT him to leave your side. He accompanied you everywhere, from meals with the crew, to him showing you some of the treasures he’d found over the years that he hid in his room so no one else could have them. It made you feel special, seeing that he was letting you in on some secret he had in the few items he kept that he couldn’t seem to want to get rid of. Everything between the two of you seemed to change in the period between him escaping captivity and returning to the crew. It was different, but far from pleasant. 

Tonight, you were about to take your seat next to the captain for dinner, as you always did, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist and shaking his head not to take that seat. It hurt for a portion of a second, but he saw this and instantly pulled you to him, sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around your waist. The contact wasn’t expected, and you had a surprised gasp leave your lips, but you didn’t struggle against it. Instead, you leaned your back against his chest and got comfortable. He wasted no time resting his head on your shoulder, and started eating his meal. 

By the time you all had finished eating, Buggy nodded at everyone else in the dining room to leave, and you tried to get out of his lap to do the same. He wasn’t about to let you do that. He only held onto you tighter and he nuzzled his cheek against the side of your head. “You’re not going anywhere. Not without me at least. Hm…” He spoke, and sat in silence momentarily before he shook his head and pulled you against him further. 

“Hm? What do you mean Captain?” You let out a soft laugh, and rested your hands on top of his arm as he held you by your waist. It seemed like such a domestic moment, as you ran your fingers idly along his arm. It was cozy, and a welcome change. You’d wanted this contact from the captain for a long time, it was almost hard to believe this moment was really happening. 

Buggy huffed, but you could tell from his tone when he spoke that it was more of an amused noise than one of annoyance. “What do you mean, what do I mean? I think I’m being very obvious right now.” He chuckled softly, and his thumbs ran along your waist soothingly, and he sighed before continuing. “Come on, I need to show you something.” His tone sounded eager, and he didn’t even hesitate in standing up, moving you in his grasp until he was carrying you comfortably. 

You let out an amused laugh, “Captain I can walk, you know!” The moment had you blushing slightly, but you knew he loved it when you joked around and teased him. “Have you forgotten I can outrun you?” You wrapped one arm around his shoulder, and the other poked his cheek until he playfully nipped at your finger. 

“You can try.” He smirked at you, and it shut you up quickly. Seeing this, his smirk only grew and he looked ahead, taking you to his room. But really, with how often you were in there anyways, it might as well be your room too. 

“Are you gonna show me the treasure you got on our last trip? You haven’t shown me yet!” You grinned wide at him, relaxing in his grip. Then, once you’d reached the room he set you on your feet in front of a mirror. He made it a habit to show you each piece of treasure he didn’t want to get rid of for each trip, and you were the only one who got to see the collection of it all. It was something he trusted everyone on the crew with, but he never really showed them all of it. That was something between just the two of you. 

“Mm. I’m gonna show you the greatest treasure I have.” He spoke, softly, and he rubbed the back of the neck nervously. His face turned red and he cleared his throat, trying to get his semblance of confidence back. He didn’t want to back out now, it was go time. A deep sigh left his lips, and he directed his attention to the mirror, pointing at it. 

“Hm? Captain, I've seen this mirror a thousand times. What’s so special about it?” You tilted your head at him and turned to look at him. He stopped you, however, and he stood behind you, walking you both to the mirror with your back to him. His hand grabbed your chin softly and made you look directly into the mirror from in front of it. “Huh…?” You said, still confused. 

He scoffed, but placed an arm around your waist. Your eyes met his in the mirror, and you blushed seeing his face. It looked like he was equal parts cocky and flustered. Was he really saying…? Your thoughts froze when he made his move. 

His hand on your chin moved downwards, his hand lightly moving around your throat. From there, he tilted your head to the side and placed small kisses there. It made you gasp, but…he was being so cute about this. It made you giggle happily, but when you laughed he bit down slightly, nibbling at the skin. At your noise of surprise, his arm around your waist tightened, and he spoke softly. 

“This, every part of this, is my greatest treasure.” His hand moved from your neck to your collarbone, and his lips fanned over your ear as he whispered. The words came out hushed, and fragile like he was almost too nervous to say it. “You’re the greatest treasure I have. I can never get enough of you. Every time I go even a moment without seeing you, I want to run to wherever you are and prove that you’re mine.” He chuckled, almost as if to make fun of himself. “It’s pathetic, the amount of love I have for you.” 

Your eyes widened with shock, before your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You moved your hand upwards, cradling the side of his face while he kissed your neck. “It’s okay, Captain. I feel the same. I actually kind of like how much time we spend together…even if we don’t see each other 24/7.” You laughed quietly, and gasped when his hand around your waist moved and lazily trailed his fingers over your stomach. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He chuckled, and lifted his head to turn yours to the side. The kiss he gave you was everything you’d ever hoped for, and he growled into it as he pulled you flush against him. Neither of you wanted to part the kiss, but he only pulled away enough to mutter his words against your lips. “If I had it my way, you’d never leave my side. Not metaphorically or literally. I can’t get enough of you. The way you walk when you’re confident, when you’re shy. How you giggle when I make dumb jokes, how you smile every time you see me.” 

He let out a laugh and turned you around to face him as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. “I never want to be without you. I won’t let it happen.” He had a near deranged look in his eyes, but also traces of hesitation, as if he didn’t want to push you too far. “So…in our journeys, you’re not allowed to go anywhere without me. I practically ache when you’re not in my field of vision.” He laughed, and leaned forward to pull you into another kiss. 

“You’re mine, my treasure. I’ll love and protect you even if this whole world comes tumbling down.”