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moonbaby26 · 3 months ago

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Title: Blood and Feathers

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Pairing: Rosinante/Corazon x Fem!Reader x Doflamingo

Warnings: language, non con, dub con, size difference, reader is cheated on (not by the brothers), reader is stalked/abducted, reader is double teamed, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, animal instincts/behaviors, blood, violence, toxic relationships, breeding kink

Synopsis: Set in a modern!AU. You are an avian veterinarian dealing with a recent life upheaval. Years ago, you also had a traumatic experience with creatures mainstream science still denies as even existing. But memories of that night were soon buried, relegated to your dreams alone. Or so you had thought.

A/N: This oneshot was inspired both by @tuquidflamingo‘s gorgeous Harpy!Doffy fanart for Doffytober2024 Day 24:Mythical Here, and @froggiewrites’s terrifyingly sexy Siren!Doffy fic Mating Call Here. I needed more bird!Donquixotes after seeing those works and could not restrain myself. This was originally intended as monster/horror themed for Halloween as well, but I’m way late to the party (as usual 😅).

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“You poor darling. The boys haven’t been very nice to you have they?” You frowned to your newest patient. A female dove, slightly fearful in your grip as you held her gently from behind in a small towel within your hand.

The hallmarks of overbreeding were evident to you in all the missing feathers near the back of her head.

Some single minded Lotharios within her previous enclosure had plucked her practically raw while doing their overeager business on her from behind no doubt.

“Remember. Men are all the same, sweetheart. They only care about one thing.” You mumbled, not particularly worried of how bitter you still sounded while you felt her chest and keel bone next. That bone’s prominence signaling her being rather underweight to your additional concern.

Not that you’d been eating much either, or maintaining a healthy mindstate at all. Just like hers, your life had also gone quite to shit recently.

Just two days ago you’d come home early, only to find your boyfriend of the last few years balls deep and moaning within the newest assistant from his law office.

And you’d thought he really was going to have a heart attack when he’d finally seen you standing there.

But his new young lover had only smiled, cool as anything.

“Oops.” She’d said, still on top of your fiancé and almost sweetly staring over her shoulder at you.

Her long fingernails had left trails of raised scratches all over his chest and sides. Which you’d seen so distinctly as he’d sat up in a panic to plea to you.

Of course, there would have been no way he could have hidden that evidence later even if you hadn’t caught them in the act.

As you’d dragged suitcases out and begun throwing what you could into them, he’d had the gall to swear to you too that it was both his first and last time with her.

He’d even tried to blame her, as if he’d had no say in it all.

But you’d just taken your engagement ring off and thrown it so hard it’d ricocheted off of the wall and rolled to God knew where.

To whatever void your trust and self confidence had now plummeted into most likely.

Yet the apartment lease had only been in his name. So in just that single afternoon, you’d gone from daydreams of a winter wedding to officially homeless and with mascara running down both sides of your face. All with strangers staring at you on your march of shame back through the parking garage.

You didn’t even tell anyone afterward. Because you’d had no one close enough to you to tell.

You were living out of a hotel room now. Nowhere to land as of yet as you’d still went to your normal veterinary job uptown during the day. And to this volunteer time at the avian rehab center just outside of the city each night.

The only consistently listening ears for you now were sick and troubled birds. Either domestic seizures from hoarding and animal cruelty cases like this dove, or sometimes just wild raptors and waterfowl that’d had an acute turn of bad luck.

You’d seen it all at one point or another. But every day was different. And yet only more of the same all at once.

Until tonight, when it absolutely wasn’t.

You were here alone. Staying much later than you normally would, because the company of the birds was still better than hearing your neighbors arguing through those thin hotel walls that were now all you had to go back to.

Besides this dove’s occasional cooing, and your own words of continued self pity, you also had a constant rotation of true crime podcasts, murder mysteries, and tales of the supernatural droning on from your phone still on the counter.

It was very fitting for a rainy, cold night like this one.

And in a bit of a playful holiday segment in between those longer tales, it was then some of those two sentence horror stories.

The narrator had just read one of your favorites in their best Vincent Price impersonation.

“The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.

There was a knock on the door.”

You smirked of course. Your imagination flooding with all that unnamed man’s possible fates and an idea that he may actually deserve them now, before the lights abruptly went out above you.

Both you and the dove had startled with that plunge into darkness. But under the dim glow of the battery backup lights which came on after, around the fire exit signs, you quickly silenced those additional horror teases from your phone.

“Maybe they missed a power bill again.” You’d told the dove softly as you’d returned her to the temporary holding cages.

Funding was always tight for a non profit like this. People just weren’t as giving when sick vultures and irritable corvids didn’t end up as marketable as sad kittens on the donation commercials.

But, this could also be the universe’s sign for you to give in and go home.

Wherever the hell home was supposed to be now.

You’d pulled your exam gloves inside out, trashing them before washing and drying your hands.

A coat, purse, and umbrella were all you had to gather before walking into that now near pitch black hallway.

There was only the slight squeak of your shoes on the linoleum floor for those few precious seconds of normalcy you’d had left.

And then came the first metal bang.

Like a knock.

And the next one which followed it.

Echoing through the darkness before you.

Something heavy and urgent was slamming against the metal door which led to the rear parking lot.

The parking lot that backed up to the woods. Where your car and thereby only way back to the city now was.

Even then, the logic in you still refused to fully slip however. Though your heart did beat far faster in your confusion.

You could hear many birds beginning to rustle in their cages in other rooms, bothered by the new noises as well.

You wanted to comfort them, but you knew they wouldn’t understand.

Did you even understand?

You still had your phone of course. You could call the police and just wait here, locked inside if you were actually that afraid.

But outside of the city limits like this, response time would be awful unless you’d be lucky enough that a random patrol car may be nearby.

You didn’t want some judgmental cop showing up thirty minutes from now, to look at you like you were a complete idiot if you said just being in the dark with strange noises was enough to have you needing rescue.

Your hand was already in your purse though, fingers around the beveled case of your phone as everything went silent again.

And then you heard the door pull open.

That door was an exit only. If another volunteer had forgotten something or come back this late for any other reason, they’d have taken the side path up to the front and unlocked the front door instead just as you had a couple of hours ago.

There was no key to the back door. It was always locked on the outside.

Unless the latch had just been broken off.

Which would explain the banging.

Your heart was moving into your throat by then as you’d sidestepped into the nearest room in the dark.

It was this facility’s single operating room.

And by some grace above you didn’t run into anything. You squatted with your back to the wall as you fumbled to pull your phone fully from your purse.

You couldn’t remember if the emergency dispatch in this area was setup to accept text messages like they could in the city.

If you spoke into this silence to call someone, it’d be the equivalent to screaming though.

Your hands were shaking as you typed instead.

And it was additionally cruel really.

Because your mind hadn’t yet overwritten years worth of habit, even as much as he’d hurt you.

You found yourself texting your ex.

Your fingers moved faster than you thought you’d ever commanded them to then. You’d hit send and watched as that message changed to delivered.

And then…

You heard that stupid trill of his phone from the hallway.

That custom alert you’d heard far too many times to count as his phone had always gone off at all hours from important clients in the duration you’d been together.

Your brain stuttered.

And you heard a female’s laugh.

“Oh, that is embarrassing…” Said the somehow familiar female voice. It was equal parts amusement and mockery now. “She’s still here alright.”

And then a man whose voice you did not recognize, called your name outright before you could think any further. “Please, (Y/N)…there’s no reason to make this harder than it has to be. Please just come out. We’re not going to hurt you.”

But the woman quickly disagreed with him. “No. He said we could do this however we needed to. We’d still be outside in the rain if it was all up to you.”

“Be silent. I’m trying to listen.” The man retorted, yet with his voice lowering to match her own irritation.

“Hmm…no. Not needed. I already smell her.” Came her even sharper response after just another moment.

And you heard something clicking on the tile at that, faster than you could believe as it ran closer.

“Monet!” The male voice was right behind it though, dropping into a range more akin to a snarl before a shadow came bursting through that open operating room door towards you.

You knew her name.

In the emergency lighting you only had a moment to see a glimpse of her once beautiful face too, contorted into a ferocity more akin to a rabid animal before she lunged down to meet you at your still crouched position.

Her slender hand had closed around your airway as if it were all second nature.

Fingernails too sharp to be real dug in as she forced your back onto the ground.

You were choking. And staring up into the now wild eyes of your ex-fiancé’s young assistant.

Monet.

The girl he’d fucked right in front of you just two days ago.

But then she was gone. Swatted away as if she were nothing in one audible hit.

Your throat was still stinging, scratched but not wholly cut as you tried to sit up in a renewed rush of adrenaline.

“Just take her car and go goddammit! You’re going to tear this place apart if you can’t control yourself! This is exactly why I wanted you to wait outside!” That male voice now had a clear source as well. He stood easily over the both of you. Still with his hand that had struck her splayed out like a claw.

What had to be light blond hair hung messily in his angry eyes as he took your purse and threw it at her.

“Take her car back to her hotel! Keep her phone, and make sure she didn’t call anyone!”

It was like he was scolding a child now, as if she had already been told a thousand times how this all should be.

But she was panting, smiling at him even as she did.

“I just want a taste…for all of our trouble.” She breathed.

And he stepped further between the two of you.

“I said no.”

She hissed through her teeth, but you saw him straighten up in response. His lean body seeming to tighten even more in the dark.

“Go!” And that order was truly a snarl from him that time.

Her eyes widened and she clawed the floor, briefly on all fours before scurrying back up.

You could not see her feet clearly in the shadows, but you heard them.

That same clicking sound that had come from the hall before she’d run in.

Like talons moving across the ground.

You didn’t realize how much you were still shaking either before that man’s rock solid grip had grabbed you next.

You were pulled up by your arm.

And Monet was already gone with your purse, meaning she had your keys and phone as well.

She’d had your ex’s phone too.

Was he even alive any longer?

A sound of desperation left you as this tall man forced you down the hall and to that exit door they’d first broken in through.

You’d known it all had to be purposeful then.

When the power had been cut, the two outdoor security cameras would have gone down as well.

No one would ever see him dragging you out of this door and into the rainy night.

They’d likely waste days interviewing people at the hotel instead once Monet returned your car there.

People you’d never even made eye contact with long enough for them to remember your face would just shrug and say they hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

No one would ever find your body.

“Walk.” His voice was still harsh as he’d hurried you outside, across the parking lot, and immediately down a muddied path into the woods.

It wasn’t clear which direction he’d even taken you in after just a few minutes.

In the dark, the trails all looked the same. And you could only watch as his clothes hung on him, dripping in the light rain.

The forest had gone silent save for that rain and the two of you. As all animals often quieted when an apex predator moved through.

He was oddly barefoot too, striding across the wet and fallen leaves. Just in pants and a t-shirt which now stuck across his broad chest.

“You really don’t remember me at all, do you?” He asked suddenly.

And you were still floundering mentally, trying to keep up with his long legs in the darkness.

“My real name is Rosinante.” He said in lack of any answer from you though. “We’ve met before.” And his large hand squeezed your arm tighter.

He sounded like his frustration was only growing. His next words were especially accusatory. “If I’d had any idea you were still this close to the mountains…why didn’t you leave?”

His grip hurt, and you were stumbling often now, just trying to keep up.

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want.” You stammered, sounding so pathetic that it easily could have been a stranger’s voice in your ears then.

“I didn’t want him to find you!” He shot back. And at last his relentless pace began to slow. “I thought you moved away! Why the hell would you come back here!?”

And only then was something finally beginning to click within your memories.

Because it was that desperation in his voice.

Even if that tone was so much deeper now than the boy’s it reminded you of.

“…Cora?” You asked, your eyes wide while you stared up at this frightening man.

But he looked like something had just broken within him as you’d called him that. He’d stopped walking entirely, and you saw the true pain which crossed his face.

A lean, handsome face, with messy blond hair and rainwater dripping down in a way that could have easily been mistaken for tears.

Tears just like the young blond you’d found crying alone in the forest one summer.

The teen who’d said he didn’t know what to do any longer. And that he’d missed his parents so much and he just couldn’t keep pretending.

You’d thought he was a runaway. But he’d seemed so close to your own age, you hadn’t ratted him out to your aunt and cousins you’d been staying with in the mountain cabin that summer.

You’d snuck him food instead, and for those few months that summer break, you had hiked out to visit him every day at your and his secret rendezvous spot.

Eventually he’d said you could call him Corazon, or Cora for short. It meant “heart” in Spanish. The native language from wherever he had really fled from. And a nickname his late mother had given him.

Her little heart.

But he had a big one. Because he was so kind to you. Something you hadn’t been used to. And you’d both loved exploring and talking together for hours on end.

He’d even taught you a special whistle and song he’d said had also come from his mother and original home.

And so often at night you would hear that sound as you’d snuck from your bedroom to see him over and over again.

He’d known you loved birds by then. That you had dreams of going to school to learn more to help as many of them as you could someday.

But when you’d follow that special sound to find him at night, he’d also point right to where any owl or other raptor you’d missed during the day was hiding that he had found.

Just so that you could see them too.

But near the end of that summer, you’d told him you’d have to be going back to the city soon. School would be starting again. You hadn’t finished high school yet. But you’d definitely come back next summer before going to college. You’d promised him that.

He’d seemed so sad regardless though, and that had hurt you too.

He’d even disappeared for a few days. You had gotten worried.

But on one of those last nights, you’d heard that special sound again.

So of course you had rushed to it.

But Corazon hadn’t been there.

A laugh had come from above you instead in the darkness.

One you could never forget just before you’d thought part of a tree had somehow fallen down on you.

Because your breath had been gone, a heavy weight impacting your chest with a crack of your ribs.

You couldn’t even scream. The splayed claws that had first struck your chest, had then spread for thin legs to straddle you as your back had hit the dirt.

And then it had bitten you.

Straight through your shirt and over the top of your shoulder.

Your arms had come up uselessly as those fangs had sunken in.

Yet one of your hands had raked against thick, soft feathers, while the other had caught into spiked blond hair.

Utterly nonsensical in those contrasting parts between human and animal as its wings had encircled you.

But the creature had groaned at your every touch. With its long tongue then lapping at your blood running from the flesh it had broken.

All while bony hips in torn capris pants had begun to move purposefully against your pajamas.

You hadn’t known what to do.

You’d just remembered feeling warm.

But so afraid.

And confused.

And then a furious screech like no bird you had ever heard, came diving down like retribution from the sky.

Loud enough that your attacker had had to look upward. His young face framed in your blood within the moonlight while he’d grinned to the heavens.

He’d been terrifying.

He’d also been beautiful.

But the two monsters had collided. Wings had scraped the ground, flapping violently while talons had tangled, striking each other’s bare torsos over and over as they’d rolled away from you.

The sounds had been fully inhuman, hissing and screaming with splatters of their blood then mixing with yours already on the ground.

Yet you’d been frozen amongst that raw violence.

“Go!” The one with the solid black wings had called out hoarsely though. While it’d tried to even briefly pin down the other one that had attacked you. That slightly larger creature whose wings had been both a dark pink and black.

The one that had still had pieces of your skin within his scowling maw.

“Please! Go and never come back!” The finality and heartbreak in that plea from your strange protector had also been seared into your memories that night.

The same voice that was now years older, with eyes that much sadder as Corazon still stared down at you in the present day.

“It is you.” You spoke in quiet shock. “You’re okay.”

“Why would you come back!?” He demanded again though, regardless of your sudden realization. “He saw your face in all those damned pictures Monet brought to him! He’s been trying to get leverage on everyone from the district attorney’s office all year. Information about their spouses, their kids, and…”

He sneered. His teeth had grit together. And you’d never seen that expression on Corazon.

He was so angry with you.

“You were really going to marry that spineless piece of shit from the D.A.’s office!? He sold you out in a heartbeat! Where you worked, where you were staying…everything. Doffy didn’t even have to touch him! He works for him now!”

Doffy.

His brother Doflamingo?

Corazon had told you long before the attack back then that he’d had an older brother.

The one he had really been running from when you’d first met.

But Doflamingo had caught up to you both in the end.

Even if you hadn’t fully understood it then.

Because you hadn’t known what Corazon truly was.

“I did move away, Cora. I got sent to freaking therapy because my family thought I was acting out for attention!” You blurted defensively.

They’d blamed you for sneaking out. Everyone had told you over and over that it’d only been a rabid bobcat, or a coyote, something like that that had gotten a hold of you that night.

The rabies shots that followed had been an awful regimen. But the shouts that you were just a delusional teenager making up stories about boys with bird wings had been even worse.

It’d been like being branded somehow.

A permanent outcast.

And truly, you had been marked. The bite scars on your shoulder were still why you’d never wear a tank top or a swimsuit in public.

Yes, right after veterinary school you’d settled for the first man who hadn’t utterly despised you. Your standards had been that low.

But he’d still wanted to chase money and status, and to take his law degree back to the most populated part of the region to accomplish that.

So it was either break up or follow him back towards this place you’d once run from.

Yet how could you know any of this would ever actually find you again? That had been years ago.

Why would they even still remember you?

“You really don’t get it. Do you?” Corazon answered to that disbelief still on your face. “I swore to Doffy that if he let you go that night, I’d never run from him again. That I’d submit and serve him just the way he’s always expected the whole world to.” But he made another sound of disgust, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I really am. But I can’t stop him again. There’s nothing else he wants that he doesn’t already have this time.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say I have everything I want.”

Your eyes had still been trained on Corazon, so you didn’t miss the way he immediately bristled at the new voice.

Cora stood at his full height then too, looking up to the branches above with hatred etched on his face.

And the monster laughed in response.

Just like that night as your insides twisted for the sound.

But also like Cora’s voice, that laugh was deeper now too.

Even more menacing.

They had both grown up.

And now you were all together again.

You moved behind Corazon instinctively as Doflamingo leapt down from the branches overhead.

He landed, letting those massive wings spread as he straightened up.

It was a purposeful display of power and size you were sure while he grinned wide.

The whites of his fangs reflected the remaining moonlight almost as much as that single glowing red eye of his. The other eye had been scarred, taken from him long ago.

“Do you know how rare it is for me to come play in the mud with the rest of you any longer?” Doflamingo taunted, crouching a little then to better see you around Corazon’s tall frame.

Yet just like back then, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on that creature either. It was all tan skin, stretched tight over bones and muscle as you could see his every breath.

He was only in dark pants that looked as if they were once the bottom of an expensive, tailored suit.

The mockery of the perfect male form really. Almost human in his silhouette, save for those grand wings where arms should have been, the tail feathers which ran out from the small of his back, and the thinner, scaled over legs coming from the bottom of his pants cuffs. With splayed feet ending in razor sharp talons which now sank into the wet ground beneath him.

His weight shifted, as if he didn’t much like that feel of the dirt either. “I’d prefer meeting in my penthouse on East 22nd these days.” Doflamingo taunted as proof of that observation. “But…I thought this reunion might get a bit messy. And we did just have new carpets put in.”

“I told you I’d bring her to the lakehouse though just as you’d asked. Why are you out here already!?” Corazon barked abruptly anyway, yet you could hear that edge of renewed fear already beginning in his voice.

Doflamingo’s head tilted slightly, that amusement only growing in response. “Well, I was feeling nostalgic. How long has it been, Rosi? Since you and I really got to catch prey together?”

“We’re not doing anything like that!” Cora growled immediately.

“Feh. Quit pretending, little brother. And quit hiding who you really are.” He scolded Corazon outright that time. “This is what you want too, and we both know it. You wanted it that night as well. I was only trying to show you where to start.”

“You were going to kill her!” Cora breathed out. His hands had tightened into fists.

“Not necessarily,” Doflamingo still corrected, condescending as anything. “Actually, I doubt I would have. Don’t you remember why?” And an even deeper cruelty began to seep out with those words.

Something Corazon apparently understood that you did not.

“Shut up!”

“Oh, stop it. We were young, yes. But not in nature’s eyes. She wouldn’t have smelled that way if-“

“I said shut up!”

And Doflamingo laughed again. “You should have been guarding her better then. Instead of running away to hide just because she was ready that night. She came right to me after all…”

“Because you tricked her!”

“You taught her our call…why wouldn’t I use it?”

The special sound.

And Doflamingo did it suddenly then.

His expression changed.

You could mimic it, but not the way they did. It came up from deep within their chests. Like a music note in its pleasantness to you.

You’d ran from your bed many a summer night to find Cora making that sound for you deep within the woods.

And you’d never really wondered why no one else in the cabin had seemed to notice or wake like you did.

Like this song was only meant for you.

It made your body feel warm again. It made you want to follow.

“Stop it!” Cora’s anger snapped you from your daze.

And only then did you realize you had begun to walk towards his brother.

Doflamingo frowned as Corazon had pushed you back behind him once more.

“You are the shining beacon of utter futility, Rosinante. As always.” He tutted, pausing only a moment longer as he readjusted his rain dampened feathers with some frustration.

The weather had changed to more of a hanging mist now. And you knew it was still cold out here. But you didn’t feel it much anymore.

You were still trying to process what Doflamingo had tried to say.

She wouldn’t have smelled that way if-

Had they been fighting over you because…

“Come on, Rosi. I’ve been more than fair here. Stop stalling and change already.” Doflamingo warned a bit more impatiently then, pulling those pink and black wings back closer towards his bare torso.

As if he was just now noticing the cold himself.

“But why does it have to be her!? You could have anyone…just…pick someone else, Doffy!”

And even as a grown man now, you could still hear so much of that boy within Corazon.

Doflamingo evidently heard it too. “Quit whining!” Was what he snapped back. “I’m tired of seeing you mope around! Gutless and useless…this isn’t solely for me. Over and over you tell me how selfish I am. How cruel I am. And yet I put something desirable out for you, practically force feed it to you, and still you complain!”

“Because she has a right to choose her own mate!”

“What? Like that coward she was already living with? You’d let a rodent like him usurp what’s yours!?”

“She’s NOT property! She…she’s-”

“She’s tired of listening to this drivel.” Doflamingo sneered.

And it was all begun there in an instant.

In one lunge and kick, the elder brother had cast his physical lesser decisively to the side.

Your shield was gone.

And you were slammed against the then splintering bark of a tree as that wet maw opened right against your face.

The pain of the hit had made your body try to gasp. But it was as if Doflamingo had known that was exactly what you would do, with his tongue ready to make that his invitation as he forced his way in.

That tongue was warm and long as his wings closed around you.

You were trapped against the tree.

With the sheer heat of his body making you hypersensitive for every place he now pressed himself against you.

This was real.

This was going to happen this time.

And you tasted something metallic on his tongue as well. A mix of blood and earthiness, warm and purposeful as his fangs bumped against your own far duller teeth.

He had made sure your mouth stayed open long enough as you felt something heavier than his spit slide into it.

“Swallow.” Doflamingo whispered, with his wet lips then still against yours while you felt that odd mixture hit the back of your throat.

You knew exactly what that was.

And what it meant to accept it.

Corazon called your name from somewhere so close as he’d stood again. But there was nothing else he could do.

You didn’t want Cora to be hurt either though. You didn’t want to ever have to leave him alone with his brother again.

But this was the price of staying.

And you were finally willing to make that deal.

Even if it now pleased the devil himself.

Doflamingo did growl in satisfaction too, his face briefly nuzzling down against yours once you had breathed in again, signaling your throat was clear.

He’d just fed you for the very first time.

A familial intimacy reserved only for those most dear.

“Change and hold her for me, Rosi.” Came the command to his brother which followed.

But you couldn’t look away from him.

Doflamingo had straightened his back again. That red eye gleaming down at you.

“My little Corazon has missed you for so long…but I think he still needs convincing to let that out. So let’s help him. Together. You do want to help him…don’t you, my sweet?” And Doflamingo’s voice was taking on a bit of that special resonance again.

As he stepped back away from the tree, you did follow without being stopped this time. His soft wings grazed your sides.

It felt so very good.

You wanted to bury yourself within the affection of those wings and never rise to see the light again.

But Doflamingo lowered them as he led you further.

Enough that you could now fully see Corazon again.

Corazon with that stricken look of devastation, as if he were watching your death in slow motion right before him. With his eyes even damper now than the weather could possibly be blamed for.

That stab of pain within you for your realization of what he was actually enduring carried even through Doflamingo’s spell on you then.

Your lip quivered. “It’s alright, Cora…” You pleaded softly. “Just do as he says…I’m okay.”

And Doflamingo chuckled.

The heartbreak between the two of you only seemed to fuel him further.

“See? She already forgives you. So show her what you really are. Let’s finish this.” Doflamingo ordered his brother even more darkly.

You both understood the threat behind those words if either of you should dare disobey him.

Cora’s spirit was visibly crumbling.

Which made you feel all the more desperate to touch him, to comfort him.

You had missed him so much too, almost having started to believe that that part of your life really had been some sort of self induced hallucination over the years.

That you hadn’t experienced your very first feelings of romantic love with some blond, teen runaway in the woods one summer.

That you actually were just crazy.

“It’s okay.” You reiterated to him. And Doflamingo allowed you to reach for Cora.

The younger brother did take your outstretched hand for a moment too. He squeezed it tightly in his larger one as his eyes offered you a last look of misery.

But that grip was already changing.

He had seemingly accepted your choice.

Corazon’s pale skin began to darken along his arms. The shirt he wore which had already been badly torn from Doflamingo’s earlier kick, he now used his other hand to rip off completely.

That fabric was discarded like trash as he then stood before you in only pants, the same as his brother.

And the prior lack of shoes made all the sense in the world as you saw the skin of his feet scaling over and those talons forming against the ground as well.

But the thing that captured your attention the most were the feathers as they began to bud. Piercing through the then fully darkened skin of his arms one by one as cartilage loudly popped and bones shifted.

Corazon’s arms elongated in time with his legs, that wingspan taking shape as he finally let go of your hand to spread those emerging flight feathers before they could touch the ground.

They were all solid black, yet with a rich shine as each moved into its place. His new tail fanned out behind him as well, hanging over the back top of his pants.

He was gorgeous, like a god even.

But with glowing red eyes, fangs, and all as you noticed the submissive way he still kept his head down regardless once the transformation was complete.

Like his brother too, Corazon’s bare torso which remained, was all sinew and purpose. Every muscle so clearly defined as he breathed in deeply in his anxiety for your judgment.

But he was no monster to you now.

He was a miracle of nature.

“I like the real you.” You told him gently.

And you saw that true surprise flicker through Corazon’s eyes.

Yet Doflamingo’s impatience had to interrupt.

With his equally long bird’s legs, the remaining distance was crossed in a single stride by him. Doflamingo pushed your smaller body roughly against his younger brother’s.

“Now, is everyone comfortable here?” Doflamingo grinned once more as Corazon caught you instinctively against his wings.

Both of them had to keep their legs bent, squatted really just to keep from towering over you in their true forms.

But neither seemed to mind the inherent size difference either.

By the predatory gleam in Doflamingo’s eye, he surely didn’t.

And before you could fully acclimate, your back was now against Corazon’s abdomen while Doflamingo pinned you from the front.

You were caught between them as wings flared and you heard Cora’s fangs hitting together above your head as he snapped at his brother in reflex, not wanting him this close.

“Hush.” Doflamingo’s lack of any real anger in response this time only highlighted the implied power difference which still remained between them. “I’ll put you back to the ground in an instant if you wish.” He reminded.

Yet it was all overwhelming to you already. Just the combination of their body heats and scents mixing together even before you felt that first movement of Doflamingo’s hips against yours.

“Put those dextrous little fingers to good use, sweet girl.” He ordered then, shifting his hips again to try and rub the waistband of his pants against your hand. “The stronger male always gets first rights of course.”

And you felt Corazon’s body tense with disgust. As if he was going to try and fight for your sake anyway.

Which you still couldn’t allow.

Because you knew he wouldn’t give up until Doflamingo had made him into a bloody pulp.

Corazon still cared for you that much.

Just as you cared for him enough to prevent that fate.

“It’s alright. I do want this.” You said as loud as the brief rise of your own bravery would allow.

Corazon took a harsh breath.

But Doflamingo just pushed what was now an obvious bulge harder against your hand in response.

“Smart little thing.” He taunted as your fingers first made it to the button of his pants.

It was all you could do to keep your hands from trembling though as you undid that button and lowered the zipper to free what was growing for you beneath.

You didn’t know what to fully expect of course when dealing with someone that was neither fully man or beast.

Yet your intuition told you not to hesitate. That hesitation would only risk his violence returning. Doflamingo wanted you to touch him immediately as your fingers ran down that muscular V shape which dipped from his navel to his pubic region.

He wore no underwear. But there wasn’t any coarse hair there either to protect him. Just the slightest bit of downy underlayer as the pads of your fingertips found and massaged through it.

It was more wispy fluff than actual feather, soft as anything you’d ever felt as he leaned his head back in clear pleasure.

Of course, you couldn’t avoid the thick base which emerged from that softness either.

Further hardening so quickly as it kept rising up once freed.

His long cock bumped against your stomach in no time, thick and twitching once already.

It looked familiar enough, save for the damn size of it that you didn’t know how the hell you wouldn’t be injured by.

“Everything off. Now.” Doflamingo growled abruptly though. Foreplay not seeming to be a priority for him in this moment as you were then ordered to disrobe.

And Corazon had gone silent now.

You could still feel the tension of Cora against your back before you began to undress.

Your own humiliation certainly didn’t matter to you by this point though. That would be the least of your problems as pieces of your clothing hit the wet ground one after another.

Coat, shoes, shirt, pants, and underwear were all quickly put out of the way. Until it was just you and all that you were in the cold night air.

“Don’t cover her. I want to see it all.” Doflamingo warned his brother immediately though as Corazon’s wings had tried to shift against you.

And the little bit of room that Doflamingo had allowed you in order to undress was swiftly taken back as he now pressed you skin to skin as soon as he could.

“Yes…this is what we should have done years ago. If my little brother hadn’t been such a prude with a stick up his ass.”

Corazon growled lowly to that.

But notably, he made no move to stop his brother this time as Doflamingo kept rubbing his cock against your skin. The head of it had begun to weep. Yet Doflamingo’s gaze had now focused onto that prominent scar on your shoulder.

The one his own fangs had previously given you.

“Did Rosi ever tell you that our kind can’t procreate on their own?” Doflamingo questioned teasingly then, seemingly at random as his tongue ran out over that scar, almost with a reverence while he licked your shoulder until it glistened with his saliva. “You see…if you breed two winged parents together, all they’ll have is miscarriages. But one winged parent and a human…”

“Doffy.” Corazon warned with his own wings still staying protectively close. “That doesn’t matter right now. Just don’t hurt her.”

“It’ll matter eventually.” Doflamingo contested with a lustful smirk.

And your knees were feeling weaker as the boys did this routine again. Falling into that lopsided codependency they had for one another, bickering even with you pressed right between them.

It was a toxic bond they shared and were so determined to now add you to.

Just like Doflamingo had first tried to back then.

But even he had gained some maturity in the time between. Evidenced by the way he first teased the head of himself at your already surprisingly wet entrance instead of just plunging straight inside.

Whether that wetness was your body’s attempt at self preservation or your own willful desire, you weren’t yet sure.

But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. That was clear as he finally began to slowly push his way in.

And when you made that first sound of pain, stretching too much almost immediately, Doflamingo actually paused.

The feathers of his wings ruffled. Somehow the brothers were now tolerating each other enough to not react when their wings bumped one another either.

Yet Corazon’s chest hummed against your back as you felt him bend to put his lips against your neck, near your ear in response to your pain.

“Relax…I’m here.” He promised, even then still trying to protect you.

And you exhaled, feeling that inner warmth once more. Corazon was using that special tone again, resonating through you as you rested your head back against him.

Cora was soothing you as his brother began to push again.

Your were fully walled in too. Corazon’s chest to your back, against him with your thighs spread for his brother. And Doflamingo in front, taking that offering, his legs bent enough for your hips to line up as he slid in deeper and deeper.

And both their wings were to your sides. They were holding you up together as Doflamingo at last bottomed out against your cervix.

You felt like he could have split you in two if he had wanted to.

But Cora’s song just continued, calming and satisfying as you stared up at Doflamingo while he let out a surprising whine with you clenched so tightly around his extraordinary cock.

“Oh…oh, fuck she feels so good.” Doflamingo breathed next. “Keep her calm…I have to move. Keep her just like this.” He was still instructing Corazon even as his sharp hips began to slowly, ever so slowly, slide back and then forward again. The skin of his cock was dragging against your insides.

And you shuddered. Everything felt like more than you could possibly take.

But Doflamingo’s initial whine soon became moans. He was falling apart even faster than you as his wings closed tighter around you and his movements increased.

His feathers kept shifting, his pupil was dilating.

Yet as he almost grimaced in what appeared to be an abrupt brush with overstimulation, you had your very first inkling that they did not get to use these true forms often.

This was a rare intimacy.

Maybe even completely unique for them.

The opportunity to be with a partner in their actual bodies. With all the heightened senses and raw feelings that must entail.

You were barely even a participant, and yet you were overwhelming Doflamingo as he slouched forward with his hips still pumping.

His chin was resting on one of your shoulders then, while Corazon’s was resting on your other from the opposite direction.

“I can’t even…hell, I can’t…” Doflamingo nearly laughed in disbelief.

And you felt him tremble all over as he thrust briefly harder, much rougher then as you cried out a little. But only for three or four more deep hits before his hips stilled abruptly.

The heat inside was immediate, spilling out into you as Doflamingo held himself in as close to the hilt as he could be.

But he was too big to be flush against you, just doing his best as he buried his face beside yours and you already felt his excess seed running out down your thighs to drip onto the ground.

The forest was so quiet again. Save for Doflamingo’s uneven breaths.

“Dammit…” He cursed quietly, sounding an odd mix of both placated and highly disappointed. “I need to try again. That wasn’t enough.”

But you were still aching, regardless of Doflamingo already softening within you from what he perceived as a premature release.

“No. You already came. It counts.” Corazon’s voice returned then and there however. His wings were trying to push Doflamingo’s further away.

And those wingtips were far more prehensile than a normal bird’s once Cora decided to just pull you away from his brother instead by your waist not long after.

It made a lewd sound when Doflamingo’s wet cock slid out of you with that sudden increase in distance. Then hanging soft in a mess of both your fluids between his legs.

He glowered at Corazon as your warmth was removed from his body once more.

And you feared they would now fight again.

Doflamingo did briefly bare his fangs.

But Cora had turned you to face only him then as he moved his wings to push against the side of his own pants next.

You weren’t even done dripping from his brother yet. But you saw the full desire now in Corazon’s eyes.

He’d had to watch everything.

And he had needs too.

Ones you were sure he had been too afraid to ever tell you up until tonight.

“Here.” You reached out, helping Cora as you tugged at his pants to slip them the rest of the way off of his hips.

Fair was fair.

What you did for one brother, you knew you had to do for the other.

Even if Doflamingo was now finding the concept of waiting for his second turn much more difficult than he’d originally envisioned.

Corazon was wearing boxers. Ones that already looked a bit too tight for him just as you felt Doflamingo step back behind you.

Cora clearly bristled, not appreciating that. But you did your best to deescalate them again.

They had their own hierarchy and rules as all flocks did you were sure.

Doflamingo was the leader of them all without question. But his own neediness and vulnerabilities were far more apparent to you now.

It was a bold risk, and you didn’t move too quickly. But you did reach behind you then to massage your hand along Doflamingo’s hip and thigh. Acknowledging him at your back, and rewarding even his few moments of patience with physical touch.

Maybe that affection had surprised him.

He’d stilled again either way, and that was all the time that Corazon had needed to slide his own underwear down enough to uncover himself.

Your face felt flushed at the sight.

Because Cora was already rock hard. Perhaps not the full length of his brother, but no less intimidating for you.

With Doflamingo still right there however, Cora didn’t hesitate. He wouldn’t lose this opportunity.

You gasped as Corazon pressed himself right into the wetness his brother had already made within you.

Your insides stretched and filled tight as anything all over again as Cora breathed your name and began immediately rocking his hips.

Doflamingo was then growling behind you in jealous response, so your hand had to move back between his legs to stimulate him too.

You were fondling the older brother’s still softened shaft as he twitched it wantingly in your palm.

While the younger brother quickly fell into a deep rhythm inside of you, pumping your bodies together as nature had always intended.

It didn’t even feel wrong.

Because they both needed you.

And you needed them.

Or you would now.

And as Corazon scraped inside you just right, steady and sure, your orgasm was quickly building even while Doflamingo began to stiffen again within your hand.

You just stroked him harder in rhythm to his brother’s thrusts.

You could see the future already.

There would be babies.

Multiple babies.

One mother, two different fathers.

Nature was like that sometimes. Especially with a rare species that needed all the help it could get.

It’d just be easier to share the resources. To have two strong mates protecting you instead of only one.

Doflamingo was already getting ready to cum again too. You could hear it in his panting as he fucked your hand so roughly then.

But it was the combination of Cora’s steady pumping and Doflamingo’s desperate movements that finally sent you over the edge.

You felt your channel spasm around Cora, who repaid that pleasure immediately with a hard shudder as he released his own seed in powerful shots to mix with what you’d already received from his brother.

Corazon did get it all in, just barely though before those pink wings were grabbing you backward abruptly.

Yet again you were pulled off of a wet cock that had just finished as Doflamingo slid himself right back into your now fully swollen folds from behind.

His wings pushed you, then making you bend forward at the waist so he could fully mount you from behind this time. You didn’t even have the chance to recover from the orgasm you’d just had before Doflamingo was pounding you so hard against your ass.

You were panting too, trembling for the contrast of his soft wings holding you up on the outside while he utterly wrecked you on the inside.

“Come on…I need you to cum on me too…I’m not stopping this until you do.” Doflamingo threatened you. Evidently not at all missing your visible orgasm had with Corazon inside you moments prior.

Yes, everything was always going to be this way too you were sure. Doflamingo would have to have the final word, the final touch. He might share only with his brother. But everything still had to start and end with him.

He was the dominant male of this territory.

“Doflamingo…” You tried his name in some very minor bid for mercy. You couldn’t think straight enough to will another orgasm back out so soon.

But you had to.

You glanced back up towards Corazon, who still seemed a bit dazed from his own release.

But his eyes did meet yours, even as his brother now fucked you raw from only footsteps away.

Yet, it wasn’t the full sadness from earlier in Cora’s stare any longer. You saw real lust for you still so heavy in those red eyes then. That look which said he would also love to do this to you if you’d only ask him for it.

Corazon would do anything you wanted him to going forward.

And that thought was enough to bring the coil of warmth into your stomach again.

You were going to be fine. You would survive.

You’d never have to sit in a room alone again either and worry about who or what future awaited you on the other side.

Because your monsters were already here. And they had chosen you.

You moaned loudly. Both of these men in your mind, together again while that pleasure sent your body into ecstasy one more time.

You came with that cry for Doflamingo as he orgasmed gladly in return to flood your poor channel yet again with his seed.

Your abused cunt was dripping and your body shaking before Doflamingo pulled you fully back against his chest, wrapping his warm wings around you protectively.

His voice was a bit uneven, matching his rough breathing now. “Let’s go home then. All three of us. Tonight and forever.”

And Corazon smiled slightly at last to that rare sentiment. A remarkable expression in its own right.

Because maybe Cora was finally realizing as you had that the worst was not truly the worst.

Doflamingo wasn’t going to let anything happen to you now.

This deal had been made and the ink was already dry.

Cora used his feathers to awkwardly pull up his underwear and pants before he idly began collecting your clothing for you soon after.

“You’re going to need bigger beds then, Doffy. Both at the lakehouse and the penthouse.” Corazon said quietly as he looked back to the two of you who were still recovering.

Doflamingo smirked, not disagreeing this time. “That’d be much easier than arguing whose bed she’ll get in each night, wouldn’t it?”

You’d lay with them both of course.

But Doflamingo nipped your ear for good measure too as his feathers rubbed more possessively across your abdomen.

“Yes. We’ll have quite a nest going on soon enough.” He grinned wide in anticipation of this truth. “Little ones never like to sleep alone either after all.”

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End.

Thank you for reading! ❤️🎃

A/N: The two sentence horror story quoted in the beginning is “Knock” by Fredric Brown.

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noitheclown · 2 months ago

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I made this just wanted to share

#one piece #one piece doflamingo #one piece doffy #donquixote doflamingo #op doflamingo #doffy

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fanaticsnail · 5 months ago

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Humiliation: Doflamingo

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 3,300+

Themes: Doflamingo x gn!reader, dub con, humiliation, dom-flamingo, compliance, handjob, bukkake, losing, Doflamingo is a poor winner, mdni, NSFW, 18+, smut, inappropriate use of Den-Den snails

Notes: Day 4 of my celebration event. This is the first time I have written Doflamingo a little more dominant and unhinged. I hope you like it!

“Come closer, little marine,” The pink-feather shrouded warlord condescendingly uttered as he wriggled his finger to beckon you over, “Don't get all shy on me now. Where's that attitude I saw in the arena, hm?”

Sighing out a large exhale of defeat, you enter into the current sterile office housing Donquixote Doflamingo: warlord of the seas. He was a thorn in your side, and through your hasty rise through the ranks, you managed to be in close proximity to the ten foot tall gentleman more often than not. His constant need to get the better of a situation, the desire to vex your boss, Tsuru, and his unrelenting attention on you was unnerving.

Giving him a scowl, you slam the door shut behind you and proceed to lock it. His smirk increased in a large, unhinged grin at your abrasiveness, sitting back at his desk with one knee hooked over the other.

“That's it, keep pouting,” Doflamingo encouraged you, moving one of his arms towards the desk. “This just makes it better for me.” Awakening one of the slumbering snails on the desk, he gently coaxed it with a swipe of his digits over the shell to begin recording your slow and somber dredge to the warlord.

“Starting with the button at the top, slowly pop them for me,” he picked up the shell in his hands, gesturing to the chest of your uniform. You released a dissatisfied sigh, rolling your eyes and undoing the top buttons shielding your body from his view slowly. “There you go. Good job. Pop, pop, pop.” He took up the smaller Den-Den to eye height, which did nothing to shield his menacing smile from your field of vision.

“Donquixote, is the Den-Den necessary?” you growled at him, continuing to pop open your uniform slowly with a grueling and steady pace. You glared into the beady eyes of the snail, peering right into Doflamingo’s soul from behind it, and causing him to chuckle in glee.

“It is for my personal use, yes, my little marine,” he nodded, gesturing for you to slow down your movements to prolong his experience. You growled at him, pinching your sleeves and unbarring the brass from their sockets to move more freely in your rapidly increasing state of undress.

“I am not yours,” you retort, drawing your hands back to your waist and popping the button over your naval. Your lip remained curled as you drew your hand over the final button, holding firmly atop the last button.

“As I understand it, that's exactly what you are for the next…” he batted his eyelashes beneath the shroud of his ruby glasses while humming off in feigned contemplation, “... hour or so. I'm going to enjoy each moment, and you, little marine, just have to act all huffy and angry at me, pretending like you don't want it.”

“I'm not acting,” you stood your ground firmly, almost stomping your foot to add emphasis to your resolve, “I don't want it.”

“Sure you don't,” he rolled his eyes, leaning forward and focussing the eyes of the snail on your form, “Last button now.” You groaned, reaching for the last button and popping it. Rolling your coat from your shoulders, you stand with your chest bare in front of Donquixote Doflamingo. All he uttered was a rolling purr of praise for you, “Good job. Perfect little marine.”

“Oh for fucks sake-,” you attempt to express your disdain, only to be silenced by his immediate hiss.

“-Language,” He chastised you, clicking his tongue while shaking both his head and the snail along with him, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna need to stuff that mouth full of something to teach you some manners. On your knees, marine.”

“Excuse me?” Your shock is adamant in your tone, your arms raising up to cover your chest in reaction to his forward suggestion. “Donquixote, I didn't sign up for that.” He arched his brow, removing his head away from the snail and gazing his pink eyes over the brim of his glasses at you.

“It's ‘Doflamingo’,” he shook his head once more, correcting you and gesturing for you to remove your hands from your chest while beckoning you over towards him, “And yes you did.”

“No I didn't.” You stood firm, refusing to move a muscle in response to his suggestion.

“The terms of our little bet on the outcome of your sword duel were: ‘If you win, you get to claim my feather coat and glasses as a trophy for your victory’.” he recounted, making grandiose gestures with his hands waving out, “‘And should you lose, I get to humiliate you in the privacy of a room of my choosing’. This is my little victory, marine. Get on your knees.”

“I don't remember where I said I had to perform any lude acts for you,” you grumbled, slowly withdrawing your hands from your chest and stiffening your jaw in disgust.

“That comes with the vague term of what it means to ‘humiliate’, sweetheart,” he quipped in return. Gesturing a little more firmly, he again placed his eyes behind the snail and ushered you over, “This is what humiliation looks like to me. Knees. Now.”

In lieu of heeding his firm orders, you huffed and looked away from him. Where he would normally have used his devil-fruit to simply force you to do it himself, he refused to do it to you. He wanted you to want this, and do as you're told, completely of your own volition. Victory tastes sweeter with a willing participant, and he needed you to behave according to his will.

“Oh, come on. You're a marine. You're good at following orders,” he pouted at you, “On your knees for me, sweetheart. Behave yourself.” You grumbled out a hissed growl, dropping to your knees and anchoring your chin to the ground in defeat. Lulling your hands down against your thighs, you allowed him to zoom the needy lenses in further to your bare flesh.

“Look up at me?” He suggested as if it was the easiest thing for you to do. You couldn't help the way his honeyed words shot a wave of need between your legs, your whole body tensing while your eyes slowly sought him out. “There you are,” he whispered breathily, adjusting in his seat. “Now crawl. Slowly.”

You knew it was a losing battle, and you no longer desired to put up with his nonsense for more than absolutely necessary. So, being a marine rising in the ranks and steadfast in completing direct orders, you slowly crawled towards Doflamingo while peering up your lashes at him. Doflamingo shuddered in delight, his body reacting tangibly as he relished in your submission to him.

“Between my thighs. Smile for the Den-Den, marine,” he tapped his thigh playfully while unlacing his knees from one another, “Or pout all cute, and be pissed with me. Whatever makes you more comfortable, darling.” You would've bitten him and punched him if not for the ceasefire between his folk and yours with his standing as warlord, but all you could do was continue sneering at him while complying with his demands.

Each time his face changed angles, the snail would follow along with him. The beady eyes felt unnerving as your body reacted to the humiliation of being forced to crawl on your hands and knees towards him. Knowing there was going to be physical evidence of what was to happen next made your skin tingle in disgust, but you chose to ignore the consequences for now and adhere to his bidding.

“Now be a good little marine and use those tiny fingers of yours to open my pants for me,” Doflamingo’s orders caught you off guard, just as his unoccupied hand covered one of your own. Reaching with his hand over yours up his exceptionally long thighs, he cupped your hand over his crotch and gestured for you to pry it open, “Just like that. You can see how big I am, huh?” He chuckled a little, his cock twitching beneath your palm caused you to panic.

“You're repulsive,” you growled at him, knowing better than to take your hand away regardless of how you were feeling about it.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he purred down at you with a low laugh, “Now behave for me, and take out my cock.” Disgust wrote itself on your face as you whined, reaching forward and breaking away the lacy seam of his patterned pants. It took little effort more than popping the lace for his cock to immediately rise above the shroud of its tight barrier.

Reaching for the last amount of his cock beneath his briefs, you forced your eyes to remain as unmoved as stone as you felt how truly big he was in your smaller hands.

“Now what?” you asked him, gripping his cock in a light circle and looking up to his face with an uncertainty warbling in your voice.

“Take off your pants.”

“Doflamingo, I can't fuck you-!” you protest, looking from the snail, to his cock, to his eyes behind his glasses, to his cock once more.

“-Now who said anything about ‘fucking’, hm?” he chuckled at you, bucking gently in your grasp to have your smaller grip pump his shaft, “I know I didn't. I said: ‘take off your pants’. So do it.”

You flinched back at his words, seeing him almost attempt to catch himself back while ordering you. Standing to full stature before the tall blonde, you hooked your thumbs over your pants and undergarments. Inching them down with an uncaring shimmy caused Doflamingo to once again click his tongue at you and gesture towards your thighs.

“Slower, darling,” he whispered. His voice was husky and purring at you like a jaguar playing with their kill. You were thankful at this moment that you couldn't see his eyes for fear something more sinister lurked beneath the lenses. Turning on your heels, you disguised a gulp of shame with a motion to move your pants down your ass slowly. Hearing the snail lense zoom in closer, you closed your eyes and sighed in defeat.

“There you go,” Doflamingo praised you, moaning with his exhale at the time you took to do as he asked, “Good little marine, following your superior’s orders. Be good for your warlord, baby. Turn around and see how hard you're making me.”

Biding by his orders, you turned to face him. Fighting back the urge for your lip to quiver, you kicked your shoes and socks free and stepped out of your pants. Doflamingo, while remaining overall enthusiastic with his commentary and direct in his orders, moved his hands to the side of the lense and wordlessly checked in with you by the extension of his thumb.

Nodding at his gesture, you then follow the trail down his front and gawk at his throbbing cock bobbing needily and freely in the air. Each part of him was hard and aching with need, and you felt your own arousal begin to expose itself by the clench of your thighs and tremor in your abdomen.

“Come on, darling. Be a dear and hold it for me.” He gestured to you, and you felt obliged to follow his orders. Resuming your position, but now bare and exposed, you wrapped both hands around his shaft and measured its diameter with your thumb and forefingers, “It looks so much bigger in your hands, doesn't it, sweetheart? Fuck.” Doflamingo keeled over, the snail lulling down to view his cock with your hands circling the circumference.

“Something wrong?” you utter in surprise, halting your slow drag of his cock in your firm grasp. You checked in with him, searching his eyes for any signs of discomfort, “Didn't hurt you, did I?”

“No, I-...” Doflamingo was taken aback. He truly thought he wouldn't be as impacted by your hands on him rendered him to be. His breath hitched, his voicing coming out in a breathy gasp of your name before hanging his head low and reassuring you, “...no. Okay, stroke it a little. Slowly pump back and forward along my shaft for me.”

You kept one of you hand at his base, the other barely gripping the thick cylinder of his shaft in front of you. Doflamingo groaned, “Both hands, marine,” he drew his hand to your unoccupied wrist and placed your hand on his cock to mirror the other already placed upon it. “G-Good job.”

Slowly pumping his cock gifted to freefalling praises like, “Oh, fuck, just like that. Keep going,” pouring from his lips like the sweetest honey to whisper in your ears. One pump at a time, you were slowly making Donquixote Doflamingo’s voice raise in wanton moans captured in the mouthpiece of the Den-Den snail he was holding in his palm.

“You're not going to cum, are you?” you taunted him with a snarl, ignoring the feeling pooling in your stomach and swelling your own arousal, “Don't you dare, Doflamingo.”

“I'll warn you when I'm going to cum, marine,” he chuckled, releasing your hand held in his wrist and holding it up defensively by his head, “Keep going, sweetheart. I am going to let you know soon.”

Seeing his admission of using you for his own benefit, you increased your pressure and vigorous motions of your hands in a manner that had his breath hitch. He but his lip and threw his head back, truly giving into your motions and rolling his hips to meet your every thrust.

“It is my intention to cum on you, kitten,” Doflamingo informed you, huffing and panting as his pleasure begun to swell and spur up his abdomen. His breaths grew erratic as you bobbed and pumped his cock. “I'm going to mark my territory, and claim my victory.”

“You wouldn't dare,” you gasped, hiding your disgust and arousal at the notion with a grimace, continuing to diligently pump his shaft and pay additional attention to his balls and tip the closer his twitches became. Small droplets of precum sprung forth in dewdrops from his slit, prompting you to almost whine in response, choking it back to continue to steel your resolve.

“This is the first and only time I'm going to ask you,” Doflamingo informed you with a heady groan to follow. You noticed his desperation laden in every buck and roll of his hips to meet with your motions.

“Where am I going to cum, marine?” he asked, moving the snail to peer down at you over his rose-tinted glasses, “Because, whether you like it or not, I am going to cum on you. You get to pick: face, chest, stomach, legs. Anywhere you want, baby. I'm going to cover you in it.”

“You're despicable,” you gasp at him with a scowl on your lip and lust in your eyes. Denying the fact that this lewd act was enticing you to a point where your arousal was noticeable was barely worth the effort. You were living for this, regardless for the consequences that were to provide as an encore to your efforts.

“I'm victorious,” he corrected you, “And this is how I'm celebrating.” Thrusting up to meet your strokes, his cock twitched in your hands as more drops softly gathered at the tip of his cock and drooled down his shaft.

“Since you didn't answer,” he panted, gently lulling your name from his lips as he continued to rock against your hands, “Tongue out, baby. Gonna cum on your face.” Reaching forward, he cupped the back of your neck and drew your face towards his cock, “Lick.”

“Dofla-.” Your protests were stifled by the warlord interrupting you.

“-I said ‘lick’, not ‘talk’.” His barked order was almost manic. He drew your face towards his tip as he began to rut his large cock against your firm grip, “Gonna cum. Gonna cum-!”

Lulling your tongue over your lips, you flicked it over his tip and swirled it against his shaft. Your saliva added that last element to hone his impending eruption on point, his cock pulsing in your hand as he shot ropes of salted splashes over your tongue, lips and gave.

“Fucking take it. Take it all, marine,” he groaned, continuing to flood you with his cum at each rut of his hips into your palm and over your tongue. He was so much larger than you, once he began releasing, nothing halted how much he soaked you with his cum. “Oh, hgnhhh-... fuck-! Look so nice all covered in me like this.”

His praise caused you to flutter your eyes shut and focus yourself on behaving perfectly for the Den-Den shell and for the warlord. “Fuck yes, you look so fucking good. Good job, all messy.” Riding his high and choking out the last waves of his viscous lust coating your features.

“Look up at me,” he ordered you. Immediately you floated your eyes open and gazed up at him lustfully through the shroud of your eyelashes. Doflamingo was heaving and panting, relishing in the portraiture he christened you with. “There you are. So pretty like this, baby.” He praised you, his honeyed words shooting straight to your abdomen and igniting your lust.

“Now look at the Den-Den, tell them what you did wrong.”

“I lost a swordfight with one of the Donquixote pirates,” you confessed deadpan into the lense. The soft glimmer of light reflected from Doflamingo’s cum on your skin into the lense.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Doflamingo purred down at you with a hint of pride in his tone, “And who's cum are you covered in?” You peered past the snail shell and burned your cum-soaked vision down the barrel of the snail lense.

“Donquixote Doflamingo’s.”

“Good marine,” he chuckled down darkly. He reached down and began softly thumbing at the sticky cum littering your lips and cheeks, “Give me a little smile for the Den-Den.” His tone caused your prior pride in making him cum vanquish immediately, your scowl once again returning to your face as he spoke, “Or keep pouting, if that's your prerogative.”

Giving the snail a soft break from your scowl, you elected to smile at it. At doing such, Doflamingo felt his breath hitch at the vision gifted to him: a marine he adored covered in cum over their face while smiling in appreciation.

Doflamingo was absolutely going to use this footage to masturbate to in private. If not simply the entire visage of you stripping bare and crawling to him, just your smile while coated in a glaze of his own release.

Clicking off the snail, he placed it to try the side and gently tapped the wooden surface twice while gesturing down to you.

“Up on the desk, marine,” Doflamingo nodded, again tapping in solidarity to his verbal order, “I'm not some barbarian that's going to cum on you and dismiss you immediately thereafter.”

Shooting him a puzzled expression, you slowly drew yourself towards the desk. Hoisting yourself backwards onto it, you gripped the desk and gazed up at him with curiosity. To your mind, you felt that was enough humiliation to sate a regular person.

Donquixote Doflamingo, however, was not a regular person.

“I'm going to make you cum with my cum still dripping from your face,” He chuckled down at you, turning the snail shell towards your cum-soaked body and flicking the switch back on to the priorly abused little beast, “Then I'll clean you up and send you off.”

“What-?” you protested, feeling small as he pressed his large hands over your abdomen and demonstrating how far the span of his fingers lingered on your stomach.

“You heard me, my little marine,” he coaxed out of you, leaning forward and beginning to simulate your body with fingers of his right hand while holding you steady with his left, “And smile for the Den-Den when I make you cum, little one.”

You slowly coaxed your head to gaze into the face of the Den-Den snail, apologising to the poor critter the longer Doflamingo toyed with you. Just as you made to protest his suggestion, his tongue licked a clean stripe over your sensitive crotch and sneered possessively at you.

“I'm gonna have your ecstasy printed and framed on my desk,” he admitted, pinning you completely in his grip and drawing your hips over his shoulders.

“Say ‘cheese’.”

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physics-of-one-piece · 1 month ago

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“My once lovely young brother shows me his teeth.”

“What, did they run? It doesn’t matter. As long as they’re in the town, I won’t let them get away.”

- Donquixote Doflamingo, Episode 705

I HAVE RETURNED!

WITH MORE RED SUIT DOFFY GIFs! 🥳🥳

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#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #one piece #doflamingo one piece #one piece doflamingo #doffy #op doflamingo #opgraphics #animegifs #my gifs #fizzy's gifs #red suit doffy

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lutorao · 6 months ago

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law is truly an incredible man

he isn't talkative person , instead he prefers to do things rather than talk and his actions always say otherwise

he always said that they weren't friends, they were soon to be enemies, it was just an alliance and so on, but both his actions and the way their teams treated each other said otherwise.

Let's start from the beginning, just like the other pirates, law also stalked Luffy, especially after the Ennis lobby incident, besides, he was very excited when he saw Luffy for the first time.

Then there was Marineford, this man rushed into the middle of the war to save Luffy, not only putting his own life in danger, but also putting his crew in danger, (there is a theory that law was a revolutionary and that's why he saved him, but who knows) ( bonus i m gonna show you one more that moment later)

This person not only saved him, but he went to a safe island, and stayed with him for 2 weeks, two whole weeks, and even left his own sword with him, to show his respect for him, and I think he understood Luffy's pain best, Let's not forget that not only him, but also his hat, he kept it, and when Rayleigh appeared on the island, he even got scared a little bit

And then he left the island without saying a word, but 😏🙂‍↕️i know right?!

(On Punk Hazard, when he met him, he says that Luffy was able to survived, we don't know what happened during those two weeks, but we can assume that he knows about Luffy's nightmares

Another point, the fact that law was there for him at his worst, and saw him in that state and didn't leave his side for two weeks, that makes the bond between these two special for me.)

Then there's Dressrosa, Luffy was the first person law tells about Corazon (besides his crew), he entrusted to luffy his 13 year of preparation

he shoots law

in addition i guess everyone remembers that this man was ready to die along with luffy and Despite the fact that he was half dead

He still came to help him

and one more thing, I like how luffy was focused on him, and the fact that even though Luffy said at the beginning that he was going to defeat Doffy himself, he later just allowed law to use him to his max and at least inflict some kind of injury on Doffy

It doesn't matter whether you ship them or not, the fact is that they are a very good duo, when they work together, law may complain a lot, but in the end, everything works out.

(next part will be about Wano)

#marineford #dressrosa #doffy #lawluffy #lawlu #lulaw #monkey d luffy #law x luffy #luffy x law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #law is very caring

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years ago

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Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet. (Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo)

AN- Here lately I've been making friendship bracelets and thought this would be a fun idea! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you'd like to see a part two with more characters! (Find part 2 with Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Characters- Ace, Roger, Marco, Shanks, and Doflamingo.

Warnings/Content-Fluffy, Minor mentions of violence/blood, Very Suggestive/NSFW themes in Doffy and Shanks's part.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ More under the cut

Ace

🔥Ace would in utter shock, saying something like “You really made this for me???” 🥺

🔥After you confirm it is, be prepared to be pulled into the biggest most heartfelt hug you’ll ever experience in your life (He couldn't help it, he was just so happy :)

🔥As we all know Ace can be pretty crafty, so I feel he would learn how to make them so he could give you one too!

“Y/N! Y/N!” Ace came running up to you with his signature wide smile painted on his face.

“Hey Ace.” You return the smile as he catches his breath. "What's up?"

“Close your eyes and hold your hand out!” You do as Ace asked and feel something slip over your wrist. “And open!” You look down and see Ace had made you a bracelet. “And the best part.” He held his wrist up next to yours, showing off the bracelets you'd made for each other. “We match now!”

Totally didn’t take him 100 different times to make it because he kept accidentally setting the twine on fire. With that being said, the poor Moby Dick almost caught on fire 100 different times.

(Thank you Marco for making sure that didn’t happen.)

🍍- You're welcome, yoi.

Roger (SFW)

🗡️-The king of the pirates absolutely lost his mind when you gave him the bracelet

🗡️-Thinks of it as a good luck charm (he would do something corny like kissing it before going into a fight)

🗡️-Shows it off to everyone and I mean everyone (especially enemies)

“Look at what my sweet Y/N made for me.” Roger held his wrist out to the confused pirate laying half dead at his feet.

“Who cares, It’s just a stupid bracelet.” Stupid???? The bracelet that you worked so hard on?

“Aww he didn’t mean that.” Roger cooes at the bracelet, causing the now even confused man below to quirk his bloody brow.

“Are you insane? It’s just a-“

“DIVINE DEPARTURE!”

(“Oh wow what a lovely bracelet!”-- Literally everyone who witnessed the scene above.)

♬~Smart ways to live~ ♬ ~So many smart ways to live~♬

Marco (SFW)

🍍 When you gave Marco the bracelet you didn’t get much of a reaction because he was super busy doing paperwork

🍍 He’d pull you down for a quick kiss before saying “I love it.” without even looking at it

🍍 But he didn’t have to look at it to know he loved it, it already met the requirements because you made it.

“Wake up sleepy head, I need you to sign off on this.” Thatch threw a report on Marco’s desk, rudely waking up the blonde up from his much needed nap. “Nice bracelet by the way.” Marco raised a brow hearing the man holding back laughs.

“Yeah it is nice because Y/N made it for me.” Marco held his wrist up with a smirk, attempting to make the other man jealous.

“Oh I know~” Thatch could no longer control his laughter as he pointed at the bracelet. “It’s pretty obvious she did.”

“Huh?“ Marco grabbed his glasses and took a closer look to see what had the chef doubled over in tears. “Are you serious?” His hand slams over his face after seeing what the beads on the bracelet spelled out. “I swear that girl is going to send me to an early grave.” He stood up and shoved the now signed paper into his friend's chest. “You tell no one about this." Marco glared daggers at the laughing man. "Thatch.."

“Oh don't worry, I won’t .” Thatch smiled innocently while slowly making his escape. “Y/N’s babygirl.”

"THATCH!"

(Needless to say the entire Whitebeard crew knew within five minutes.)

Shanks (NSFW)

❤️ He loves anything you give him, and I mean anyyything

❤️ You could give him a single grain of sand and he would go show it off to the whole world

❤️ So when you came up to him holding a bracelet that you had hand made, he was over the moon smitten.

“Shanks hold your hand out?”

“Which one?”

…..

“That was funny and you know it was!” You roll your eyes as the red haired man starts laughing at his own joke.

“Just hold your one and only hand out for me please and thank you.” He's all smiles as you roll on the bracelet before adjusting it to fit snug against his wrist.

“Aww you really made this for me?” His grin grows wider while taking a closer look at it. “Um, sweetheart this is real thoughtful and all, but does it really have to say #1 DILF?” He looks up at you with a raised brow.

“Yes it does.” You hold out your hand to show off the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. “Otherwise we won’t match.”

“DILF destroyer huh?” Shanks smirks. “I’m curious to see just what kind of “destroying” you can do when I have you whimpering under me.”

(You literally cannot win with this man.)

Doffy (NSFW)

🦩He looks down on the bracelet on his wrist with a rather displeased expression

🦩In all honesty he found it quite adorable that you put time and effort into making something for him

🦩But it’s what you called it that has him unamused

“What did you just call this thing?”

“It’s a friendship bracelet…”

“How ridiculous.”

“You don't like it?..” Doffy notices the dejected look on your face and with a flick of his wrist, pulls you into his lap.

“Don’t get me wrong my sweet girl, I do appreciate it. But..” A wicked smirk forms on his face while large hands trail down your curves, slowly making their way under your skirt. “I’d say me and you are…. a little more than ‘friends’~, wouldn’t you agree?”

(The same bracelet decorated hand found its way around your throat as he proved his point to you.)

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daily-one-piece-stim · 2 months ago

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22/?

Donquixote Doflamingo for Anon!

🪶 🧵 🪶 🦩 🩷 🧵 🩷 🦩 🧵

#stimboard #stim #one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo one piece #doffy #pink #my stims #canon #cw food #cw blades #dressrosa #anon #request boards

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misaneeragoni · 26 days ago

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Doflamingo cooking for @saracrossing02 's #DoffyCooking ... event? prompt? Whatever you'd like to call it!

I really wanted to try out this sort of simplified motion in animation and thought of that just this morning so having this prompt as a base this evening was kind of perfect to steal a gif of Sanji cooking in the anime and slap Doffy all over it :P

Doing this is a nice break from my usual animations which take between 15-20 hours whereas this only took roughly 4 hours (thankfully, my wrist couldn't have taken much more! xP )

I had Dressrosa on while animating this and I like to think that it was quite inspiring. I've finally gotten my hands on the English dub and oh my god I think I love Doffy even more now. The voice is so freaking creepy and I really do just connect with the story more when I understand what's being said. (Only understanding the ocassional "kakoii" really isn't enough :P )

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skrollan · 11 months ago

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based off a creepy looking picture of Mads Mikkelsen, because his expression was fitting so well

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doffy #animated gif #op doflamingo #op fanart

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badly-drawn-doflamingo · 2 years ago

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my truth; live action doflamingo

#he would LOVE #to play a villian #wine aunt Andy #brother killer Andy #jerma985 #one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doffy #live action one piece

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grandline-fics · 1 month ago

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Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so he's his own warning. Brief mentions of violence and killing. Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate!AU, some slight suggestiveness(?)

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 4,540

A/N: The next chapter is here and I'm a lot happier with how this one turned out. Thank you to everyone who voted in the recent poll to determine one of the reader's talents and I think it linked into the story better than I'd anticipated. I hope you all like what I came up with and thank you for all your support, it means a lot 💕

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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After having a taste for escaping your room, you grew more determined to get out of bed at least a couple times a day. In your eyes if the doctors were happy to reduce the strength of your medicine then you were getting well enough to be more physical even if it was a light walk into the corridors. Some attempts were more successful than others. Some occasions you’d managed to avoid anyone spotting you until you were already headed back to your room and allowed them to usher you back to bed without much resistance. Other times you were caught almost immediately. Depending on who it was, their tactics for getting you back to your room varied.

The servants pleaded, fearing Doflamingo’s anger would be directed their way, some even going so far as to fall onto their knees in front of you. The doctors tried to convince you to be a little more patient and with a few more days of complete bedrest you could maybe start attempting light exercise but not yet, throwing medical jargon at you to exhaust and frustrate you. For them you dug your heels in but eventually went back. Then the middle and lower ranked pirates seemed the most unsure about how to approach you because you always held your ground with them, refusing to go to your room. They couldn’t order you to go back and touching you was not an option so all they could do was block your way forward while one of the group ran off to get Doflamingo.

It didn’t matter what the Warlord was doing, all it took was the report you were out of bed to get him to his feet. He followed the subordinate to your location. Upon seeing him appear you would let out a huff, watching him approach and let your body go limp when he lifted you; sometimes under his arm or over his shoulder. Normally he went straight for your room, this time however he turned and started to head back in the direction of his office. “Oh, we going the scenic route today?”

“You’re sounding better.” Doflamingo noted, choosing to ignore your question. “Your breathing seems clearer.”

“That’s what I keep telling you and your doctors, I’m practically completely healed.”

“Apart from your unrecovered energy levels, remaining infection reading in your latest test, limited-”

“I said practically, not entirely. No need to get smart.” You cut in with an unimpressed roll of your eyes as you heard the office doors open while Doflamingo laughed. “So, why the change today?”

“I have a lot of work to catch up on and so long as you’re here you won’t get into trouble.”

“I could get into plenty of trouble here if I wanted to.” You answered with a disgruntled mutter as you were dropped unceremoniously onto the plush sofa near his desk.

“Well then by all means, cause trouble.” Doflamingo taunted down at you, the challenging grin fixed firmly on his lips as he watched you recline against the cushions and glared at him while a pout shaped your lips.

“Don’t want to. Maybe later.” You explained. Truthfully the walk through the halls before you were caught had started to drain you and now that you were sitting down again, you weren’t going to get back up anytime soon. Doflamingo didn’t need to know that though. Even if he correctly assumed the reason for your choice to relax against the sofa, you weren’t going to admit it out loud. Draping your arm over the back of the sofa and laying your head against it you glanced towards the desk to see the stacks of papers on the usually tidied and more managed surface. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about work. Guess there’s more to being a King and ruler of a criminal empire than attending fancy galas and terrorising civilians.”

“I much prefer the paperwork to fancy galas.” Doflamingo told while while he slid into his desk chair and lifted the top sheet of paper on one of his piles.

“Oh yeah, good food, good booze. Simply torture.” You drawled sarcastically.

“Go to one you’ve been to them all. Besides there’s no actual entertainment.” Doflamingo explained without taking his eyes from the report of materials expected to be brought to Dressrosa’s SMILE factory in the coming days. “Everyone tries to be sneaky and subtle about their clumsy assassination attempts and seductions and fail spectacularly. Plus the fancier they are, the less blood gets spilled. Boring.”

“Awww poor King Doffy doesn’t get to massacre rich people.” You pouted in false sympathy. “However will you survive such hardships?”

“With admirable dignity and humility.” Doflamingo grinned when you let out a small amused huff at his reply and moved onto the next set of reports. “Why so curious anyway? Would have thought you’d have harsher feelings than I do on fancy nobles and their parties.”

“Being a bodyguard on the sidelines or stationed outside their rooms until they returned isn’t exactly the same as attending.” You shrugged lazily. You weren’t often stationed on those kinds of missions. Normally your assignments were more action and surveillance based. Protecting people of importance and wealth was usually left to those with higher ranks and for the most part those were the easiest jobs about since it was more a precaution than a necessity to have a Marine presence at such events. You hardly needed to worry or think about that now though, given your new place in life. No longer dwelling on it, you focused your attention onto Doflamingo once more.

Silently you were impressed to see how much he’d manage to work through in such a short amount of time. It made you wonder why he’d let it all just gather in the first place. You knew enough by now to know the correspondences, missives, updates and completed reports from subordinates never came through at a rate to make it unmanageable. Because you’d been so ill you hadn’t heard much chatter from the servants that you’d normally pick up on when they were unaware you were in earshot so you had no idea what else was happening with Doflamingo or the rest of Dressrosa. Then you paused, had he neglected everything because you’d been ill? You recalled how nervous everyone was around him while you’d been so close to death. Perhaps it was for the best he’d ignored those reports until now. You noticed his jaw clench slightly as he read over the sheets of paper in his hands before setting it aside to a new pile while making note of something on a different sheet of paper. Had he read that a week ago, there was no telling how he’d have dealt with it and the person who sent the report had no idea how lucky they were.

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Over the course of the next few days your plans to leave your room were already met and anticipated by Doflamingo before any servant, doctor, or subordinate could find you first. As expected you were brought to his office and dropped on his sofa while he continued to work. Some cases you grabbed a random book from the shelves to flick through to pass the time in between idly talking to Doflamingo or taking a small nap.

For you it was just nice to be somewhere other than your room and you weren’t pestered as much here as you would have been in your room by the still hovering and assessing doctors. Even with your visible improvement they weren’t ready to give you a complete all-clear just yet, their protectiveness and cautiousness stemming from their own need of self-preservation more than anything. For Doflamingo, having the reassurance that you were staying still and technically resting while also being in his line of sight brought him the ability to focus on things again. At least for the most part because today it seemed like you were determined to be restless. You were constantly shifting on the sofa, adjusting the cushions, lifting the current book that had your attention only to close it and set it aside repeatedly.

While he was re-reading the same line of the report for what felt like the tenth time he finally looked up when you rose from the sofa and started walking around the spacious office. Surely you had everything memorised by now but still you casually let your eyes scan everything, searching for something you might have missed or something to capture your unsettled attention. Finally you stopped longer than you had at anything else and Doflamingo sighed when he realised what it was. “Have you been cleared yet for alcohol?”

“Have you given them permission to clear me yet for alcohol?” You asked lazily, turning your head to give him an accusatory stare. Your fingers curled around the handle of the drinks cabinet and slowly opened it, your knowing smile growing when Doflamingo clicked his tongue. Your pressed a little more. “I’m down to medication just once a day now. Just a little one? I’ll even be nice and let you pour.”

Even as you asked you didn’t fully wait for an answer, your fingers were already skimming along the neck of the first bottle you came into contact with, but not firmly taking it yet. Keeping your eyes only on Doflamingo allowed you to at least pretend to be innocent. After a few seconds Doflamingo sat back in his seat and arched his fingers, pulling two glasses from the inside of the cabinet and letting them settle silently onto his desk. Immediately you grabbed the bottle under your touch and brought it to him, perching yourself on the edge of the desk while handing the bottle over. You looked momentarily surprised to see him pour a plentiful amount into the first glass but then you glowered when he poured a pathetic dribble by comparison into the second and pushed it towards you. “Cheers.”

“Gee thanks.” You hummed unenthusiastically. Really you knew to be grateful to even get that much when he could have easily been a bigger asshole and given you a single drop instead. Lifting your glass you took a small sip, deciding to savour the drink you had. The rich taste flooded your mouth and you wanted to drain the glass completely now but knew you had to resist that urge. Forcing yourself to take sips you distracted yourself with the paperwork on the desk.

Your eyes scanned the different locations each report was coming from, places deep into the Grand Line and as far back as the North, South, East, and West Blues. You caught sight of ‘Wano’ on a letter underneath a few other pages and your eyes flickered to Doflamingo. So his criminal empire even had a connection to Kaidou? Deciding you were better off not delving any deeper into things you turned on the desk so you were instead facing the window behind Doflamingo and let your gaze drift upwards. The usually bright blue skies seemed to be gathering more clouds today. While you were silently predicting that rain was going to hit at some point in the day you were pulled from your thoughts when you heard Doflamingo’s pen snap and his voice growling out a curse of anger. “Problem?”

“Weapon shipment got intercepted by the group they were meant to be used on.” Doflamingo growled, casting the missive aside to take a longer drink from his own glass, now in greater need for the sharp alcohol. These things did happen occasionally but it was infuriating all the same. You lifted the paper and scanned over the report. You didn’t see any mention of who the groups were. The name of the island the report came from didn’t ring a bell as being a place under protection or rule of the World Government. Your expression became thoughtful, not escaping Doflamingo’s notice. “What?”

“Civilians aren’t involved in this?” You asked, deciding to address that point before speaking your mind.

“No, it’s a lawless island. Two major criminal groups are fighting over territory.” He explained, sitting back in his seat, propping his foot onto his knee. “What are you thinking?”

“Let the opposing group keep the weapons they intercepted.” You explained, rolling your eyes when Doflamingo interrupted you with a bored, uninterested noise. “Extort a bigger payment for replacement weapons to be sent out to the group it was intended for since they’re clearly compromised and there’s a risk of getting intercepted again.”

“Who said they’re compromised?”

“They probably aren’t but it’ll spread distrust amongst them.” You shrugged, taking the final sip in your glass. “Tensions will be high anyway, no doubt some will already be thinking how their enemies knew about the weapons coming. It’ll lead to infighting, some will most likely defect and start a third group. That third group will need weapons too and they’ll reach out to you.”

Doflamingo’s grin had been spreading the more you talked. Truly you had a diabolical mind when it came to dealing with criminals. So long as it didn’t involve innocents or civilians, you held no remorse for letting criminals hurt or kill each other. It was an added sign you were recovering because the last time he caught a glimpse of this side of you was just before you’d fallen ill and you’d both kissed after he watched you kill. Quickly needing to wipe the memory of the tempting taste of your lips Doflamingo drained his glass and grabbed the bottle of alcohol, pouring another small amount into your glass and then poured into his own.

“I think a plan like that deserves another drink.” He explained, grinning at your confusion over his actions. Slowly you looked up at him and smirked, not going to say no to another glass of the delicious drink. You lifted your glass and this time, you clinked your glass against his in gratitude.

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As you’d expected rain did fall that night and into the following morning. When you stepped out of your room you were slightly caught off guard to see that Doflamingo was nowhere to be seen. Partly you suspected he was still in the dining room with the family for breakfast and if that was the case you knew it wouldn’t be long before he made his way to his office. As you walked you thought you would have run into him along the way but still he didn’t show. You were confused until you opened the doors and stopped to see Doflamingo already at his desk, reclined back on his seat and from the deep, even breaths you could see he was asleep. His face was obscured by an open book and as you stepped closer you saw it was the one you had been idly reading while he worked.

Standing by the desk you saw that save for a couple of new reports and letters, everything else had been cleared away. Silently you became suspicious that he had decided to work through the night to clear the backlog. Perhaps after coming across the days old report of the intercepted weapon shipment, he didn’t want to risk missing any other important reports. With a small sigh you reached out, beginning to lift the book from his face only to stop when you saw under the cover of the book his glasses were no longer covering his closed eyes. You froze and stared as your attention was firmly grabbed by his face. You knew he was handsome, but without there was just something that heightened his looks now that the glasses no longer obscured his features.

You could finally see the full peacefulness in his expression as he slept. Tilting your head you spotted the pale lashes brushing against his cheeks. You curiously now tried to picture him with different eye colours, trying to work out what suited him best and what the truth was. Looking around you couldn’t see his signature glasses anywhere and you weren’t about to start rifling through Doflamingo’s pockets for them. As carefully as you could you set the book back over his face and took your place on the edge of the desk, deciding to stay close just incase the book fell. In all your time here you knew it was an unspoken rule to never see Doflamingo’s eyes without his permission.

You recalled passing by in the gardens one day to overhear one of the maids shaking in fear as she recounted for her friends that in the middle of one of his attempts to kill you, the glasses had slipped slightly. She explained that she turned her back in time and didn’t see a thing, relieved that Doflamingo was too busy with you to have even questioned what she saw. You remembered how the other servants sympathised with how frightening that must have been while also joining in her relief that no harm befell her for what would have been an accident. Part of you had considered waking him now while it was just the two of you but after seeing how peaceful he was, you decided he needed the rest even if it was for just a little while longer.

That extra time didn’t last long at all. You heard the sound of footsteps approaching and moved on the desk to block more of Doflamingo from their view when they would open the door. However in your adjustment, it caused Doflamingo to stir in his sleep, the book falling to the floor before you could stop it. As you heard the soft knock and handle turning you moved without thinking. Your hand fell over Doflamingo’s eyes while you landed on his chair. With your knees on either side of his legs you made sure to keep all of your weight off of him and turned your head sharply to see who had entered.

“Ah! U-um.” You stared hard at the servant who froze in place at the scene in front of him. For yet another instance in your time on Dressrosa there was an innocent explanation for what was happening but those that intruded saw things differently. From this servant’s perspective you were straddling his King, unable to see you were only doing this for his benefit.

“What is it?” You asked sharply, not knowing how much longer Doflamingo would be asleep for but your tone only served to fluster the servant, mistaking it for frustrated impatience. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to force his mind to work. His floundering however only annoyed you.

“N-no-nothing important!” The servant finally managed to declare once he wasn’t so tongue-tied. “Sorry for intruding!”

You watched the servant bow lowly and scramble to leave the room, pulling the door shut behind him. You let out a sigh at the same time Doflamingo’s chuckle began to build in his chest. Still you remained unmoving, staring down at his laughing face as you kept your hand over his eyes. Only now you could feel that his eyes were open, his lashes brushing against your skin with each relaxed blink.

“Where are your glasses?” You asked, not needing to explain yourself, knowing Doflamingo was awake long enough and smart enough to connect things. Still he laughed at the situation and could already imagine the gossip-hungry servants having this spread through the palace before lunchtime. To lazily answer your question, Doflamingo sat up from his previously reclined position and used his strings to pull his glasses from the top drawer of his desk and let them dangle in the air. With Doflamingo’s change in his seat you were closer against him but still you refused to draw any further attention to how close and intimate this was and how easily it could have been deepened should either of you wishes it to. Instead you kept on the topic at hand. “Aren’t you going to put them on?”

“Don’t you want to see first?” Doflamingo asked in amusement but you could clearly hear the curiosity underneath.

“What horrors await me if I look?” You asked, a small smile curving your lips while Doflamingo’s grin grew. “Everyone’s so scared about what happens if they see, it needs to live up to the hype. Will I turn to stone? Or will I have my eyes gouged out maybe?”

“Does it matter? You’re unaffected regardless of what would await you.” Even though his eyes were covered, Doflamingo could practically hear the bored pout shaping your lips at his answer. “Choice is yours though.”

You weighed the options but ultimately decided that seeing that part of Doflamingo, to see a part of him no one else was allowed to was a step in trust and further closeness you weren’t ready to invite or indulge. Keeping your hand in place you leant over to reach for the glasses suspended in the air. You stilled when you felt Doflamingo’s hand settle on your lower back; not to pull you closer but just to simply keep you steady. You managed to get a firm hold on the glasses and pulled them towards Doflamingo’s face. “Close your eyes.”

Doflamingo smirked and did as you instructed, only feeling the gentle warmth of your touch leave his face when you felt his eyes close firmly and were certain he was going to keep them closed. He felt the cold frames brush against his skin and even after he felt the familiar dark tinted lenses hover over his eyes he still kept them closed. You stared down at him for a moment, amazed at how different he seemed now all because of his glasses. To those who were scared of him, never knowing what lay beneath the very recognisable accessories only added to the menacing and mysterious enigma that was Donquixote Doflamingo. To you though, this was the version of him that you knew and were used to. “Okay, you can open them now.”

“You took your time.” Doflamingo chuckled. “Were you going to change your mind?”

“Nope, was just relishing in you doing as you were told for just a little while longer.”

“Well with a view like this can you blame me? Now I can fully appreciate what got my servant so flustered.”

“Oh shut up.” You lightly rolled your eyes at his teasing, shoving his shoulder as he grinned widely. You finally rose from his lap and crouched down to collect the fallen book from the floor. As you straightened and stronger and clearer knock sounded compared to the soft and meek one the servant had made.

“Doffy, is it okay to come in now?” You frowned at the deep voice, you didn’t recognise the speaker on the other side of the door. Doflamingo knew him though and with a twitch of his finger he pulled the doors open with his ability. You watched the figure enter and you stiffened to see Vice-Admiral Vergo walk into the room, completely at ease. You knew Doflamingo had people working on his behalf from inside the Marines given how well-connected he was but you had no idea it went so high. You remained standing in place by the desk while Vergo came to a stop in front of his, his attention firmly on Doflamingo.

“This is a surprise.” He grinned at his subordinate. “This a social call or is it something more pressing?”

“Social but I’ll be setting off again very soon.” Vergo replied simply. “Decided to stop by on my way to Punk Hazard. Partly I wanted to see your soulmate for myself Doffy, I truly didn’t see that coming when you first told me they rendered your abilities powerless.” Finally Vergo turned his head toward you. “Your personal affects from your Marine lodgings were sent into storage. I brought what I could with me and instructed one of the servants to leave them in your room when I arrived.”

Your personal affects? You frowned slightly at that. Any uniforms you had there would have been reclaimed for officers. The same would have been the case for any of your standard issue weapons. At first you couldn’t think of what would have been snuck out of storage to bring to Dressrosa then your eyes widened. You wasted no time and left the room, moving straight for your room. Seeing you leave so abruptly made Doflamingo’s grin slip slightly, and he looked to his elite officer as he rose from his seat. After having sat for so long through the night finishing his work and sleeping, he now needed to stretch his legs. “What was that about?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. First I need to ask, when I arrive on Punk Hazard am I to check on his progress regarding the research you asked him to look into?”

Doflamingo left the office with Vergo matching his strides, walking in silence as Doflamingo considered the question. In the beginning when the first few attempts to kill you hadn’t worked he’d tasked the scientist to look into the matter of soulmates to find a way to kill you by his own hand. Since there’d been no updates or theories on how to undo fate from him, and with the recent events Doflamingo hadn’t bothered to contact him. “Since he’s yielded no results in the time I’ve given him, tell him to stop and return all of his focus to SAD. The last thing he needs is to fall behind schedule.” Vergo nodded and for a moment Doflamingo thought he’d take his leave immediately. It was never in him to linger, out of a need to ensure the wrong person didn’t spot him in Dressrosa and blow his cover that he was truly on the side of the Donquixote Family. “Was there anything else you wanted to discuss, Vergo?”

“Hm? No. I just wanted to hear first.”

“Hear what?” To answer Doflamingo’s question a sound began to break through the silent corridors. What began as the low testing of a bow against the strings, playing individual chords soon turned into the starting of a song. Immediately it caught his attention, the striking melody building and capturing notice of the rest of the inhabitants within earshot. Vergo let out a low appreciative whistle at the obvious mastery of your playing. Satisfied he bid farewell to Doflamingo and moved towards the palace’s exit while Doflamingo headed closer to the sound of the violin being played finally stopping at the open door. You stood in the middle of the room, eyes closed and lost entirely in the song you were playing. As the song quickened Doflamingo couldn’t help but stare at your fingers moving against the strings under your precise command, noting how they arced and pressed beautifully in a way almost reminiscent of how his own hands moved when he used his strings. Of all the things you had a talent at, of all the instruments you could have known to play, it had to be this. It just had to something that created another similarity and connection between you both and with each one he discovered it made it just an extra bit harder to want to sever it.

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moonbaby26 · 1 year ago

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Their Favorite Parts

*crossposted to AO3 here*

Prompt: One Piece men and the parts of your body that they fixate on most.

Reader Type: GN!Reader

Characters: Doflamingo, Kuzan/Aokiji, Crocodile, Smoker, Buggy, Mihawk, Shanks, Law

Warnings: language, references to sex, penetration, oral, and foreplay

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Doflamingo/Holes

He actually can be gentle with you. But you’ve found that level of care is always only a precursor to something else that he wants. And in the end, he can’t ever let you back to sleep until he’s been inside at least one of your holes and fully spent himself within it.

Whether this wretched man is pounding between your thighs, or probing you with those long fingers, or dampening you with that equally obscene tongue…he wants to be as deep inside of you as he can possibly be.

He loves you most when you’re trembling, thighs spread beneath him. Or on your knees looking up as your eyes water with your mouth full of his length. He’ll tell you what a good pet you are even as you plead or choke.

But it’s as if you were made perfectly for him. He’ll never feel this with another lover. You’re his favorite until he destroys it all. And even then, he may just pull you from the ash to start with you again. Because he would sincerely miss you in his next empire.

Kuzan/Aokiji/Chest

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest. He can hear your heartbeat then and know that you’re still really there. That this isn’t all some terrible illusion, as much as he still feels he doesn’t deserve you and can’t keep you.

His life has been too complicated. All the way from a respected, yet conflicted marine to whatever the hell people are calling him these days. But you never seem to judge him. You still believe in him, even now. He doesn’t understand your loyalty, but he loves you for it.

And when the two of you are awake and intimate, he’ll be behind you, hands holding your warm chest as his fingers massage it. The way you lean back into him as your chill bumps form is so trusting. You know that he could freeze your heart in an instant if he chose to. But of course he never would. He wants this to last forever. He needs you at his side.

Sir Crocodile/Hips

He is certain you do it on purpose by now. The way your ever tight clothing forms around your body. It feels like a specific challenge you’ve made against him. As if you are daring his eyes not to follow you across the room as your hips sway while you walk.

You’re his favorite assassin already. Though perhaps he can take some blame for letting this favoritism start to go to your head. And yet, even when he plans to punish you, he finds himself enjoying it too much. It’s hard to keep you humble when he’s still moaning your name as he fucks you over the top of his desk.

With his one hand he grabs into that fleshy hip, riding you to his release as his hook stays warningly against the side of your face. But while you smirk against that curved metal as he finally cums, he knows you haven’t learned your lesson at all. Yet he also realizes that there are still years of this game to come. You’re too efficient to get rid of you anytime soon.

Smoker/Lips

It was the first thing he ever noticed about you. Just how pouty your lips could look, even as you argued and bitched at him on the battlefield. You cursed him through those lips, always lamenting that he made your shared marine ship smell like an ashtray.

And by the time he’d found his way into your bunk one night, those same lips were about the only thing he would put his cigars down for. He’d wanted to kiss you for so long. By the time you finally let him, he never wanted to lose that high again.

It could be soft, it could be rough. Just like you and your ever changing moods. You acted like you hated him until your mouth was over his. Then you were thrusting against him soon enough and whimpering even as you both knew you couldn’t wake the rest of the ship.

He always started and ended sex with you with those damned lips. And every time he knew curses would be flying from them again tomorrow, even if his name would also be moaning out through them just as passionately each night.

Buggy/Butt

His life was a circus. And not just in the literal way he would have preferred. Somehow every move he made garnered new success, but equal terror. He never knew what tomorrow would bring. As Cross Guild’s infamy grew, so did his reputation along with it.

But his nerves were shot, and you could tell. When the others bullied him, you never added to it. He hadn’t a clue why you’d chosen him. But he wouldn’t take it for granted either as you’d come to sit in his lap, late at night in his room. You’d call him your captain, your emperor even, grinding that perfect ass into him as you tried to cheer him up.

And it always worked. As he’d a bit too desperately slide your pants from you, you always humored him. Letting his hands massage and hold that enticing rear. If he wanted to spank you, you let him do that too. It was just so soft and…comforting? He might not admit it, but you were his only remaining stability in this place. If he lost you, that would have been his breaking point. But he trusted you too when you promised that you were in it for the long haul. He was already your pirate king.

Mihawk/Eyes

It was the way you’d looked at him that first time the two of you had ever crossed paths. You weren’t afraid of his history, even as you’d seen him kill a lesser swordsman right in front of you.

By the time he got to know you better, he’d realized just how much he liked to gaze into those eyes. It was as if he could feel what you were thinking. And as your confidence grew, that ‘come hither’ look of yours became far more prominent as well.

Just with a glance, he knew exactly when you were craving to have those physical needs sated. And he certainly respected that need, finding it rather quickly a mutual one as he’d often carry you to his bed.

And even then as his hips would be pumping skillfully against your own, you’d be looking up at him in a haze of pleasure with those same beautiful eyes. A view for him alone, one he would cherish and protect forever more.

Shanks/Legs

It might have been a bit too crass on his part, that afternoon in the bar when he’d first noticed you from across the room. But his ship wouldn’t be in port for long. There wasn’t time to play this subtle. No, not at all as he’d whistled loudly, catcalling you while his crew had laughed.

He’d gotten the full view as well when those same lovely legs had carried you right back up to the bar to tell him to go fuck himself. And the way he’d smiled at you just pissed you off even further of course.

Your anger made you stay. And it was definitely a talent of his to inspire that, but he was persistent too. Soon enough you’d let him buy you a drink, and then a few more. By the time the two of you had been stumbling out of the bar, you were letting him know your room number at the nearby inn. You wanted to know if he was just all talk. He assured you that he was not.

And that night as he did get the privilege of those legs being wrapped around him as your bed creaked and shook in a marathon of lovemaking, he realized his crew probably could find more room on the ship. You had no ties to this town either.

By morning he was more than pleased when you agreed to board. Beck had protested a little, just at the sudden impracticality of yet another mouth to feed. But Shanks knew you would fit in fine, all of you and those legs laying in his bunk warm beside him for years to come on your way through the New World.

Law/Hands

With an epithet like the Surgeon of Death, he of course knew better than most on the importance of dexterity and skill with the hands. Without his own, he felt that he would have been useless.

But this appreciation for such talent had quickly extended to you once he’d finally given in. He’d ignored you for as long as he could, too logical in his understanding of how reckless it’d be to pursue a member of his own crew. But so many days and nights alone under the ocean’s surface had finally worn him down.

The night on the Polar Tang when those skillful fingers of yours had finally been in his hair, and finally unbuttoning his pants soon after was one that had been so long coming. You’d gotten to see that other side of him then as he unraveled almost shamefully beneath your stroking and assurances.

He’d taken care of everyone else for so long you told him, playing the part of their stoic leader. But you knew he was far from only that as your hands drew out all his pent up need.

You promised him that he was safe with you. That you were with him until the end. And it was all true. The captain of the Heart Pirates would remain within your capable hands for as long as he desired to. And that desire would prove to be unbreakable.

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aces-personal-whore · 4 months ago

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Doflamingo x Defiant!Reader Smut Ch. 4

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5]

Welcome back, fellow Doflamingo enjoyers! Chapter 4 is here! This is just your average smut with Doffy; nothing too out of the ordinary. There's slight Stockholm Syndrome in this chapter, but not really compared to the upcoming chapters. Reader isn't pregnant yet, but as I mentioned in my post, they will be.

☣️WARNINGS: NONCON/RAPE, dubcon, NSFW, MDNI, smut, sexual assault, abuse, violence, aggression

Themes in this chapter: NONCON/RAPE, forced submission, forced creampie, breeding, degradation and humiliation, manipulation, false affection.

Notes: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THERE IS NONCON/RAPE THROUGHOUT THIS ENTIRE FANFICTION. THIS FANFICTION IS VERY GRAPHIC AND MAY BE TRIGGERING, UPSETTING, OR DISTRESSING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

P.S. I'm sorry if I forgot to change any pronouns/names/etc. ;-; I'm still trying, aight. I do update these after I've reread them and gone through them a couple times, but there may still be some things I miss.

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[Chapter 4]

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, your mind slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the memories of the previous night still hazy, fragmented, lost in the fog of exhaustion. The weight of Doflamingo's arms around you served as a stark reminder of your new reality, a constant presence, a physical manifestation of his claim over you.

Your hand moved to your stomach, and you felt a difference, a subtle change that sent a jolt of panic through your system. It was bigger, rounder, a testament to the acts committed in the darkness of night, a reminder of the violation, the assault, the twisted pleasure that had been forced upon you.

Your heart raced, your breath quickening, as the realization of what had transpired sank in. The exhaustion that clung to your bones, the heaviness in your limbs, it all made sense now. Doflamingo had taken you, used you, claimed you, even in the depths of your unconsciousness.

Fear gripped your heart as you glanced over at Doflamingo, his face serene, peaceful even, in the throes of slumber. He looked almost human, almost gentle, a far cry from the monster that had violated you in the night.

But you knew better. You had seen the darkness in his eyes, the cruelty in his smile, the sadism that lurked beneath the surface. And now, with him lying vulnerable beside you, you saw an opportunity, a chance to gather information, to arm yourself with knowledge that might aid in your escape.

With trembling fingers, you reached out, gently lifting his eyelid, exposing the auburn depths of his eye. It darted around, a sign of the REM sleep that gripped him, but you could see it, the window to his soul, the reflection of his innermost feelings.

You studied it intently, searching for a glimmer of humanity, a shred of decency, but all you saw was the same cruelty, the same hunger, the same twisted desires that had driven him to claim you, to use you, to possess you.

But there was something else too, a flicker of something darker, more sinister, a hint of the true depths of his madness, the full extent of his depravity. It sent a shiver down your spine, a cold, icy dread that settled in the pit of your stomach.

You gently lowered his eyelid, your mind already racing, planning, scheming, determined to find a way out, to break free from the chains that bound you to this twisted, depraved existence.

As you lay there, trapped beneath Doflamingo's possessive embrace, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you. The reality of your situation, the cruelty of your captor, the hopelessness of your predicament, it all threatened to overwhelm you, to crush you under the weight of its darkness.

For now, in this moment, you allowed yourself to savor the peace, to cling to the smallest shred of normalcy, of humanity, that you could find. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to still the racing of your heart, the trembling of your limbs, the fear that gripped you like a vice.

In your mind, you escaped to a different place, a world where you were free, where you were safe, where you could live without the constant threat of Doflamingo's cruelty. You pictured yourself walking down a sunlit street, the wind in your hair, the warmth of the sun on your face, the laughter of children echoing in the distance.

It was a fleeting fantasy, a momentary escape from the horror of your reality, but it was something, a small piece of hope to cling to in the darkness. And so you let yourself drift, let yourself dream, let yourself imagine a world beyond the confines of Doflamingo's kingdom, a world where you could be free, where you could be you.

But even as you lost yourself in these dreams, you knew that reality would come crashing back down soon enough. Doflamingo would wake, and the nightmare would begin anew. But for now, in this moment, you allowed yourself to hope, to dream, to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a way out, a chance for a different life, a future beyond the shadows of Doflamingo's reign.

And with that hope burning in your heart, you closed your eyes and waited, ready to face whatever horrors the day might bring, ready to fight, to resist, to survive, no matter the cost.

You inched your face closer to Doflamingo's, your heart pounding in your chest, a mixture of fear and curiosity driving you forward. The proximity to him, the intimacy of the moment, it was both exhilarating and terrifying, a dance with danger that you couldn't resist.

His face was peaceful in sleep, a stark contrast to the cruelty and sadism he displayed when awake. It was almost as if he were a different person, someone capable of kindness, of empathy, of humanity. But you knew better, you knew that beneath this facade lay a monster, a twisted being who reveled in the suffering of others, who found pleasure in the pain he inflicted, who saw you as nothing more than a possession, a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

Yet, despite this knowledge, you couldn't help but be drawn to him, to study the contours of his face, the curve of his lips, the arch of his eyebrows. It was a fascination born of fear, a morbid curiosity that you couldn't ignore.

Slowly and cautiously, you moved even closer, your breath mingling with his, your heart pounding in your ears. You could smell him, the scent of his skin, the musky aroma of his body, and it was intoxicating, a heady mixture of masculinity and danger that both repulsed and attracted you.

In this moment, suspended between sleep and consciousness, you felt a strange connection to Doflamingo, a bond forged in the crucible of your shared experiences, a twisted sense of intimacy born of the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon you. It was a perverse and sickening realization, but it was undeniable, a truth that you couldn't escape.

The thought of kissing Doflamingo, of initiating any form of intimacy with him, filled you with a confusing mix of desire and revulsion. The rational part of your mind screamed at you to stop, to recoil in disgust at the idea of showing any affection towards your captor, your tormentor, the man who had violated you in the most heinous ways imaginable.

And yet, some dark, twisted part of you yearned for it, craved the forbidden touch, the illicit contact, the brief illusion of control in a situation where you had none. It was a sick, masochistic urge, born of the trauma and abuse you had endured, a desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of agency in your own body, your own desires.

The hypocrisy of it all wasn't lost on you. Here you were, considering kissing Doflamingo without his consent, when he had already violated you in your sleep, had forced himself upon you, had used your body as his own personal plaything. It was a double standard, a twisted logic that only made sense in the warped context of your current reality.

But in a strange, perverse way, the idea of kissing him, of taking this small, secret action without his knowledge, without his permission, it felt like a form of rebellion, a tiny act of defiance against the man who held such complete control over you. It was a way to reclaim a shred of your own autonomy, to assert yourself in a situation where you had been stripped of all power.

So, with a deep breath and a racing heart, you leaned in closer, your lips mere inches from his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you pressed your mouth to his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through your body. It was a soft, chaste kiss, lasting only a moment, but in that brief instant, you felt a rush of emotions, a confusing blend of shame, guilt, and a twisted sense of empowerment.

You pulled away quickly, your heart pounding, your breath coming in short gasps. You felt dirty, tainted, defiled by the very act of kissing your captor, your abuser. And yet, there was a small, sickening part of you that relished in it, that found a perverse thrill in the secret, forbidden nature of the act.

You knew it was wrong, that it only served to further complicate your feelings, your emotions, your very sense of self. But in this twisted, broken world that Doflamingo had created, where your body and your will were not your own, even this small, misguided act of defiance felt like a victory, a tiny spark of resistance in the face of overwhelming oppression.

The contrast between Doflamingo's steady, relaxed breathing and your own rapid, shallow gasps was a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play, of the control he held over you, even in the depths of his unconscious state. It was a sobering realization, one that made the twisted desire to press your lips against his once more feel all the more wrong, all the more perverse.

And yet, the thought of violating him, of taking something from him without his consent, it was a potent temptation, a siren song that called to the darkest, most broken parts of your psyche. It was a way to reclaim some semblance of control, to assert your own agency in a situation where you had been stripped of all power.

As you stared at his peaceful, sleeping form, you couldn't help but be drawn to the idea of defiling him, of tainting him in the same way he had tainted you. It was a sick, twisted thought, one that made your stomach churn and your head spin, but it persisted, a nagging, insistent voice in the back of your mind.

You knew it was wrong, that it would only serve to further complicate your relationship with Doflamingo, to blur the lines between victim and perpetrator, between the oppressed and the oppressor. But in this twisted, broken world he had created, where your body and your will were not your own, it felt like the only form of resistance available to you.

With a heavy heart and a racing pulse, you leaned in once more, your lips hovering just above his. You paused for a moment, the weight of your decision pressing down on you, the consequences of your actions hanging in the balance. And then, with a deep breath, you pressed your mouth to his once again, this time with more force, more determination, more desperation.

The kiss was more intense this time, a violation of its own, a theft of his unknowing participation. It was a twisted, perverse act, one that you knew would haunt you, that would leave a stain on your soul that could never be washed clean. But in that moment, as you pulled away, your heart pounding, your breath ragged, you felt a small, sickening sense of satisfaction, a twisted triumph in the knowledge that you had taken something from him, that you had asserted your own agency, even if it was in the most debased, depraved way possible.

You knew it was a hollow victory, a temporary reprieve in the face of the constant oppression and abuse you faced at Doflamingo's hands. But in this twisted, broken world, it was all you had, a fleeting moment of control, a brief, shining beacon in the darkness of your captivity. And for now, that was enough.

As you lay your head back on the pillow, the arousal you felt from the forced intimacy with Doflamingo lingered, a disturbing reminder of just how twisted and broken this situation had made you. The thrill of the act, the adrenaline rushing through your veins, it had awakened something primal within you, something you hadn't even known existed.

You tried to push the feelings aside, to rationalize them as a product of the intense circumstances you found yourself in. After all, in a world where your body and will were not your own, where control had been stripped away and replaced with constant degradation and abuse, it was only natural to seek out any small scrap of power, any fragment of agency, no matter how sickening or depraved it may be.

As you waited for Doflamingo to wake, your mind raced with the implications of your actions. You had crossed a line, had violated your captor in a way that you knew would only lead to further complications, further pain, and further suffering. But you couldn't deny the twisted sense of satisfaction you felt, the perverse thrill of having asserted yourself, even if it was in the most debased, depraved way possible.

Your heart raced as you felt Doflamingo stir, his breathing becoming more labored, his body shifting beneath you. You tensed, preparing for the inevitable confrontation, the punishment that would surely follow once he discovered what you had done. But even as fear gripped you, there was a part of you that was almost eager for it, a sick, twisted desire to face the consequences of your actions, to prove to yourself that you could endure whatever he had in store.

As Doflamingo's eyes snapped open, you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation. But as the moments passed and he showed no signs of noticing your transgression, a wave of relief washed over you, easing the tension that had built up in your body.

It was a strange sensation, this mixture of relief and confusion. Part of you wondered how he could have missed such a blatant act of defiance, while another part rejoiced in the fact that he had been oblivious to it. You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, a twisted pride in having gotten away with something so heinous and forbidden.

Doflamingo sat up, stretching his arms above his head, completely unaware of the violation you had subjected him to. As he turned his attention to you, you couldn't help but feel a pang of fear, wondering what dark desires might be lurking behind those calculating eyes. But at the same time, you felt a flicker of hope, a small, secret knowledge that you had asserted your own agency, even if it was in the most debased and depraved of ways.

As he leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin, you steeled yourself for whatever twisted games he had in store. The moment Doflamingo forcefully spread your legs, you couldn't help but release a groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure that you tried desperately to hide. The way his fingers probed your most intimate places, it was a violation, a degradation that cut to the core of your very being.

"Why are you so wet? Did you think about me while I was asleep? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hands on your body?" Doflamingo growled, his fingers still buried deep inside you. "Answer me, slut."

The questions hung heavy in the air, accusatory and mocking, a challenge to your very sanity. You couldn't deny the truth, couldn't hide the fact that your body had betrayed you, had responded to the very man who had violated you so brutally.

"N-no," you whispered, your voice trembling with fear and arousal. "I didn't…"

Doflamingo's eyes narrowed, his grip on your thighs tightening painfully. "Don't lie to me, you fucking whore," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I can smell your arousal, feel it on my fingers. You're getting off on this, aren't you? On being used, degraded, violated?"

He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers, a harsh, punishing motion that sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.

"Fuck," Doflamingo groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. "You're even more pathetic than I thought. Getting wet from a little forced fingering, like a bitch in heat."

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence. His tongue darted out, lapping at the slick evidence of your arousal, his eyes never leaving yours. "Delicious," he purred, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I think it's time I gave you what you really want, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Time I fucked that tight little cunt of yours, claimed you as mine in every way possible."*

With those words, he positioned himself between your legs, his hard, throbbing member pressing against your entrance. You knew what was coming, knew that he would take you, use you, violate you in the most brutal of ways. And yet, some sick, twisted part of you craved it, yearned for it, even as your rational mind recoiled in horror.

As Doflamingo's hips surged forward, driving his cock deep inside you, you couldn't hold back the scream that tore from your throat, a sound of pain and pleasure, of violation and twisted ecstasy. And as he began to move, to pound into you with a force that threatened to break you, you surrendered yourself to the darkness, to the depravity, to the sick, twisted world that Doflamingo had created, where pain and pleasure were one and the same, and all that mattered was the brutal, primal dance of dominance and submission.

As Doflamingo's conclusions washed over you, a wave of relief swept through your body. He had misinterpreted the reason for your arousal, attributing it to his own twisted desires rather than the dark, depraved acts you had committed in your own twisted attempt at rebellion. It was a small victory, a momentary reprieve from the consequences of your actions, but that relief was short-lived.

In a desperate attempt to escape, you tried to wiggle away from underneath him, but his grip remained firm, his weight pinning you down. Your efforts only seemed to spur him on, a cruel, mocking grin spreading across his face as he watched you squirm beneath him. "NO!!" you screamed.

"Stop struggling," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You know you want this, you're so wet for me. Just give in and let me take what I want."

Doflamingo's massive cock slammed into you over and over again, you could feel yourself breaking, shattering into a million pieces. The pain was overwhelming, a searing, white-hot agony that consumed your every nerve ending. You screamed and thrashed beneath him, your body writhing in a futile attempt to escape the brutal onslaught.

"Look at you, crying like a little bitch," Doflamingo sneered, his hips never ceasing their relentless thrusting. "You act so tough, but deep down, you're just a weak, pathetic slut who loves being used."

His words cut deep, each syllable a knife twisting in your heart. You wanted to scream at him, to tell him how wrong he was, but all that came out was a choked sob, a pitiful, broken sound that only seemed to fuel his cruelty.

"I bet you've been dreaming of this, haven't you?" he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Fantasizing about me fucking you, claiming you, owning you completely. Admit it, you love being my slave, my personal fucktoy."

He reached up, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were wild, crazed with lust and sadistic glee. In that moment, you saw the true depths of his depravity, the utter lack of humanity that lurked within him.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening painfully. "Tell me how much you love being my whore, how much you need my cock."

You shook your head frantically, "NO!" Tears streaming down your face, your body shaking with the force of your sobs. But Doflamingo was relentless, his thrusts growing harder, faster, more brutal with each passing second.

"Say it!" he roared, his face contorting with rage. "Or I'll beat you until you can't walk, until the only thing you remember is the feeling of my cock destroying your worthless cunt!"

In that moment, broken and defeated, you knew there was only one way to survive. With a final, shuddering sob, you met his gaze, your eyes empty, defeated.

"I love being your whore, Doflamingo," you whispered, the words tasting like ash on your tongue. "I need your cock, please fuck me and use me." Tears poured down your face as you spoke

As the words left your lips, Doflamingo's eyes lit up with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He praised your "admission" as if it were a confession of your deepest, most hidden desires. In his eyes, you were no longer a victim, but a willing participant in your own degradation.

"That's right, you're just a filthy little slut who needs my cock to feel alive," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful and brutal. "You were made for this, to be used and abused by someone like me. I'm glad you finally accept your place."

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "You're mine now, completely and utterly. I'll fuck you whenever I want, however I want, and you'll thank me for it."

As he spoke, his hands roamed your body, groping and squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you cry out in pain. Each touch was a reminder of your new reality, a world where your body was no longer your own, but a plaything for Doflamingo to use as he pleased.

Despite the pain and humiliation, you couldn't deny the dark, twisted arousal that began to build within you. Your body, traitorous and broken, responded to his touch, to the brutal, relentless pounding of his cock. It was a sick, perverse reaction, a betrayal of everything you once held dear, but it was undeniable, your orgasm drawing nearer. Doflamingo's fingers danced on your abdomen as they undid the strings around your cervix. You could only sigh in relief knowing the onslaught of his wrath was almost over. "Doflamingo…" you choked out, your voice hoarse from all your crying and screaming. "Please… don't… I don't want this…"

Your pleas fell on deaf ears, your protests only serving to fuel his twisted desires.

"Oh, you want me to stop?" Doflamingo sneered, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Too fucking bad, because I'm going to keep fucking you. You don't have a choice. I can feel how good it feels for you; you're practically gushing for me."

As he spoke, his thrusts grew more forceful, more brutal, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into your most intimate depths. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that threatened to shatter your very being.

"I love using you," Doflamingo groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're perfect, a goddess designed solely for my pleasure."

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you gasping and shaking. Despite your desperate attempts to suppress it, your body betrayed you, squirting all over Doflamingo as your walls pulsed and clenched around his throbbing cock. The sensation was intense, a raw, primal ecstasy that consumed every fiber of your being.

"Fuck, that's it," Doflamingo growled, his hips slamming into you with a final, brutal thrust. "Cum for me, show me how much you love being my personal fucktoy."

You could feel Doflamingo's own climax approaching. His cock swelled even larger, stretching you to the limit as he pushed deep, his glans nestling against your cervix. With a roar of triumph, he began to ejaculate, his hot, thick seed pouring into your uterus, filling you with his essence once more. His testicles, heavy and swollen with his potent seed, churned and contracted, pumping wave after wave of his semen into your body.

As the final drops of his essence spilled into you, you could feel the connection between your bodies, the intimate, primal bond that had been forged through your shared ecstasy. Exhausted and spent, you lay beneath him, your body a broken, violated shell.

As Doflamingo's massive cock slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty and exposed, you could feel the gentle tug of his strings working their magic once again. The cervix he had so skillfully manipulated was now sealed back shut, a physical barrier to prevent any of his precious seed from escaping your body.

Doflamingo collapsed next to you, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. You lay there, defeated, your body aching and sore from the brutal assault he had subjected you to.

"You did well," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "I knew you would make an excellent host for my offspring. Your body is perfect, a temple designed solely for my pleasure and reproduction."

His hand reached out, caressing your stomach almost tenderly, as if he could already feel the life growing within you. The gesture was a stark contrast to the brutal, violent act that had preceded it, a reminder of the complex and twisted nature of your captor.

"I can't wait to see you pregnant with my child," Doflamingo rasped, his voice heavy with exhaustion from the brutal coupling you two had endured. "You're going to look so good carrying my offspring."

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