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Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader NSFW "Daydreams of Dressrosa"

Anon-I noticed you have a request box. I just wanted to say your writing is 🤌🏻 *chefs kiss*. I wanted to request something angsty and maybe even smutty with Doflamingo. I’ll let you decided if it end fluffy or not. I knows he is problematic and controversial as hell (I can fix him) But if you don’t write for him I completely understand! Thank you and have a amazing day my beloved heartfelt!

AN-So I totally took this and ran with it lmao. I just recently finished the Dressrosa Arc and I find Doflamingo to be a interesting character. This was a welcomed challenge for me. I've never written for a villian before and It's been a hot take since I've written smut. With that being said it's also the dirtiest thing I've ever written. I ran laps around my house just writing this. But thank you for reading my work and I hope you enjoy this my beloved anon :)

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Side note- As always this story is plus sized reader friendly!

Word Count- 7.5k

*Any thing in italics is readers thoughts or a flashback. *

!Trigger warning! The relationship between Reader and Doflamingo is extremely toxic with emotionally abusive undertones, please never let anyone treat you like this.

~NSFW Warnings/Content~ Dom Doffy/Sub reader, PWP, Pre established situationship, A tiny speck of pet play, Doffy misuses his devil fruit powers (Spoiler alert he makes a clone.) Humiliation, Name calling (Slut, whore etc) , Reader is slapped once, Spanking, Degradation, Oral Sex (Fem giving and receiving) Fingering, Implied squirting and use of reward system. I tried to stay true to Doflamingo's character, but he may be OOC in some parts!

   From the moment you woke up to a quiet and peaceful palace, you immediately knew something was up. You asked one of the guards where everyone was and much to your surprise Doflamingo and the top executives have gone out to a meeting. And according to him,  they won’t be back until dark. It’s very rare for all of them to be gone at the same time, but you're thankful. It’s been a long time since you've had any alone time, so you were going to make every moment count. 

  You’re currently in the courtyard pool floating around on the huge blow up flamingo Doffy bought a while back. No one ever uses it considering most of the family have devil fruit abilities and aren’t willing to risk falling into the water. So you’ve laid claim to the giant pink float. You’ve even given it the nickname “Mini Master.” 

 “Now let’s get down to the real fun.” You smirk before pulling out a book from your favorite romance series called “Daydreams of Dressrosa: a collection of love stories from the kingdom of passion”. You read them in secrecy. The only other person who knows is Baby 5, her being the one who sneaks them to you. You knew if Doffy found out about them, he’d probably be pissed, saying something to the extent of “What can a book offer you that I can’t?” And the answer to that was simple. Romance and love. The two things he would never be able to offer you. It’s sad, but nonetheless true. 

 You open the book and turn to where you left off on story #17 titled “Carnivals and Carnations”. The couple in the story are going to a carnival as a first date. The story was super cheesy, but you're living for it. You squeal when the guy puts his jacket around the girl's shoulders because she is cold. It’s funny how something so simple causes your heart to swoon.  But your favorite part so far was him winning her a stuffed bear from one of the game stalls. You can’t help but think of Doffy doing something like that for you, no doubt you’d walk away with every stuffed animal and trinket you wanted. But how Doffy would win them is the part you find funny. He’d probably use his devil fruit ability to ‘Win’ (Cheat)  or he’d scare the person running the stall until they gave up everything. It brought a bittersweet smile to your face. The poor hopeless romantic in you still hasn’t accepted her fate. Once you got stringed in with Doflamingo, any chance of you experiencing sweet and innocent love was thrown to the wind. 

 You can’t help but be jealous of the girl in the story. When you were a teenager you dreamed about finding a man who would love you and treat you like a princess. Now here you are as an adult and plaything to a criminal. You knew he was bad, you knew he had done horrible things. But something about him lured you in. Tears trickle down your face and onto the pages below. You yearn for the impossible from him. But it’s Doffy, and he will do whatever he wants, when he wants and without even thinking about anyone else. You know this better than anyone. 

 ~Flashback~

 “Doffy, can I ask you a question?” You pulled your sore and sweaty body from the bed. Doflamingo was in the middle of putting his shirt back on,but stopped when he heard your hoarse voice call out.

 “Well would you look at that.” Doffy seemed to be amused, smirking at your trembling form. “My little girl didn’t pass out after all. I was almost certain you would, considering how hard I was on you.” You were on the brink of passing out from his rough treatment, but you clung to consciousness. “For that I’ll answer your question. Go on.” 

 “Well I guess it may be more of a favor, but.” Your mind and heart raced even more than it did earlier. All because of what you're about to ask him. “Do you want to shower with me and maybe we can cuddle together for a while after? I know you're busy and I won’t take up much of your time, just a few minutes I promise!” You watched Doffy’s smirk disappear, replaced by one of  his more disapproving looks, causing your heart to drop.

 “You want me to shower with you and stick around for “cuddles”?” You muster the strength to  nod at the man. His lips curled into a wicked smile before he laughed in your face.  “What a joke. Do you think I have time for something so stupid? Never ask for something like that again. Got it?” You couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down your face at his cruel words. His large hand reached out and grabbed your face, giving you no choice but to look at him. “Speak girl.”

 “Yes. I- I’m sorry Doffy.” Your cringe at how your words struggled to come out through the small sobs. Times like that reminded you how cruel Doflamingo was. Your heart shattered into a million pieces. 

 “Good.” He released your face and without another word, walked out of the room as if nothing happened. To him it probably was nothing. Your body fell against the bed as a few remaining tears slid down your face. Your hands snaked around one of the spare pillows on the bed, in search of the comfort you so desperately needed that night.

~Flashback end~

 It had been weeks since that night and not once has Doffy come to your room for a “session”. The more you think about it, the more uneasy you become. It’s unlike him to go that long without sex. Maybe he’s getting bored with you or maybe he’s getting it from someone else. Both of those thoughts stung. At the end of the day, you're just another woman at his disposal.

 You look into the sky and see the colors changing with the sunset. You didn’t have much time left before the family would return. A small sigh leaves your lips as you open your book again. Now where was I? The couple were now riding on a ferris wheel.  The man wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, causing her to scooch closer to him. The ferris wheel came to a halt, leaving them at the very top. They admired all the lights and the way the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Their eyes locked onto each other. You can’t help but giggle knowing what’s about to happen. The man gently cupped her cheek as he slowly moved his lips towards her. Her eyes closed as his lips barely ghosted over hers. A small tug on the float causes you to close your book. Before you had a chance to investigate the cause, the float was pulled out from under you. Your body tumbles into the cold water alongside your book.

 “Fufufu~.” You hear Doffy’s muffled laugh as you swim back up to the surface. You cough up a little water you inhaled as Doffy continued to laugh. Judging from the way his fingers were bent, he was the one who knocked the float over. “Did the mouse have fun while the cat was away?” Your eyes roll at his snarky comment. You want to splash water on the cocky warlord, but you also want to live long enough to finish your book. Wait, the book! You frantically swim around the pool until you notice it sitting at the bottom of the pool. You take a deep breath in before diving to get it. You emerge once again holding the soaked book.

 “Well the “mouse” was having a fine day, until you destroyed its book.” You hold the book up and watch as the pool water drips from the pages. “And I was getting to the good part too.” You mumble the last part. 

 “Good part?” A wild smirk forms on Doffy’s face. With a flick of his left index finger the book was snatched from your hands and right into his. “What page was this “good part on”?” You watch as he skims through the book. 

 “112.” You swim over the edge of the pool and watch him read the page. For a man like Doflamingo, the scene will be underwhelming and quite boring. For a moment you think he was getting interested in the words, but it was short lived.  With a wet smack he closes the book and tosses it to the ground. You frown knowing the book will be unreadable by time the water sets in and blurs the words. I guess I’ll never know how it ends….

 “So that’s your definition of a good part?” You gave the man who was now towering over you a small nod. “When did my little slut become so vanilla?” Heat rises to your cheeks despite the cold temperature of the water around you.

 “I just thought it was cute. That’s all.” You let your body sink into the water in an attempt to avoid his gaze but your body stills. 

 “Trying to run away are we? Do I need to put you in your place Y/N?” You feel his strings loop underneath your arms. His left and right index fingers lift up causing your body to come out of the water in one motion. A shocked gasp leaves your lips as you fly out of the pool water and into the cold evening air. You sometimes forget that no matter how big you are, Doffy can and will treat you like a rag doll. You land rather ungracefully in front of the Blonde. Goosebumps rise onto your wet skin, but you're unsure if it’s from the cold air on your wet body or from the aura radiating off the man above you. 

 You peer into Doffy’s sunglasses and see your shivering body looking back. Your arms cross in front of your body in a sad attempt to warm up. You expect to see a sadistic smirk on his face, but you're met with an expression you’ve never seen on him. It makes you a little anxious not knowing what he’s thinking about or feeling. It dawns on you that he knows you read romance novels now, meaning he was most likely not very happy with you at the moment. 

 “I’m sorry If I upset you, Doffy. I promise I won’t read books like that anymore.” You try to diffuse the situation but it’s too late. His hand raises into the air. A sense of fear washes over you, causing your body to tremble even more. You feel a rush of wind in front of your face causing your eyes to slam shut. You tensed up preparing for the impact.. But it never came, instead the smell of his expensive cologne invades your nostrils as warmth engulfs your body. You let your eyes flutter open to see that he placed his pink feather jacket around your frame. It takes a while for your brain to process it. The cold, unloving and emotionally unavailable Donquixote         Doflamingo did something…. nice?   

 “Thank you young master.” He never lets anyone wear his jacket, NEVER. You wrap the jacket around your body more to enjoy its warmth. 

 “I was getting annoyed watching you shake like a pathetic little leaf.” He retorted with a scowl. “Now. Why don't I show you what a 'good part’ is supposed to be like.”  He points a finger at your neck, causing a string to connect to your flesh like a leash. He gives the string a firm tug, sending you to the ground on your knees in front of him. “Spread.” His commanding voice sends excitement through your veins.

 “Yes sir.” You move your knees apart as far as you can. The course ground below dug into your knees, but you didn’t care. As bad as you hate to admit to yourself, you’ve missed this and you’ve missed him. 

 “Good, now look at me.” You crane your head back in order to look up at him. Your body feels like it is shrinking as the10 ft tall man looms over you. Your mind goes blank when you feel the pointed tip of his shoe moving up and down your swimsuit covered pussy. “I’m going to cut you a deal so listen up.” His shoe puts extra pressure on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips. “If you can be a good girl and do everything I say without question, I will give you a reward.” His foot retracts much to your dismay. But the mention of a reward entices you.

 “I will, I promise sir!” And just like that, you submit yourself to him. 

 “You will or else.” Doffy began to walk away leaving you to crawl behind him. You're thankful the steps he took were a lot smaller than normal, otherwise you’d have a hard time keeping up. It dawned on you how embarrassing the situation was. Here you are crawling around on all fours with Doffy’s jacket on. I probably look like a poodle. 

  You got lucky and didn’t run into any family members while Doffy paraded you around like the loyal lap dog you are. A couple of guards saw you, but they didn’t dare to say a word knowing Doflamingo would kill them on the spot. The door to your room was finally on site, but he walked past it. Your bedroom is the only place he agreed to do the deed in. It gave him the freedom to come and go as he pleased. You know better than to question him, but you're still curious as to where he’s taking you.

 “You’ll find out soon enough.” Doffy answers as if he read your mind. Much to your surprise you find yourself in front of the door to his room. In the time you’ve been with him, not once have you seen the inside of his bedroom. “Stand up.” The string on your neck beckons you to your feet. You wince as you stand up, knees throbbing due to all the crawling you’ve done.

 Doffy slings the door open and leads you in. The door clicks shut and the sound of the lock being turned echoes in the bedroom. His room was so big it made yours look like a mere closet. Your eyes land on the double king bed in the middle of the room. As you look at it, the only word that comes to mind is sin.  A blood red canopy surrounded the dark oak frame. The mattress itself was covered with a plush black duvet and luxury pillows. It was most definitely fit for a fallen angel like Doflamingo. 

 The string around your neck comes loose, leaving a ring of irritated skin in its absence. Doflamingo walks over to a red armchair that sat adjacent from his bed. He sat down and spread his long legs, giving you a perfect view of the hardening erection in his pants. With a devilish smile on his face, he beckons you over with a motion of his finger. Your body tingles with nervousness as you get closer and closer to him. You were only a few feet away from him when his hand came into the air, letting you know to stop. The same hand pointed a finger in the air and swirled in a circle. You nod and turn around to face the bed. A rush of air sends shivers down your body as the pink feather jacket was taken from your body, leaving you in your damp swimsuit. You turn your head and watch as the jacket drapes around the armchair Doffy sat in. 

 “Did I give you permission to turn around Y/N?” You whip your head back around to face the bed, causing Doffy to chuckle at your speed.

 “No sir, I’m sorry.” You hope your action didn’t piss him off enough to take your reward. 

 “I didn’t give you permission to speak either little whore.” Your body trembles at his condescending tone. “You're very lucky I’m in a good mood, otherwise you could have kissed that reward goodbye.” A wave of relief washes over you knowing it was still on the table. “Now strip and do not turn around for any reason.”  

 Your hands come up to the straps of your bathing suit. Slowly you pull them down your arms until your breasts popped out of the top. Your wet nipples harden immediately when they hit the cool air. Your hands come to your back to untie the knot, you struggle for a moment before it comes loose. With a wet ‘plop’ the garment hits the floor. You could feel your heart racing in your chest. You wanted this, you needed this. You take a shaky breath in and slide your hands down your curves until you reach the band of your swim bottoms. You curl your fingers around the fabric and bring it down until they fall around your ankles. You step out of the bottoms and kick them next to your top. You're now completely exposed to the heavenly demon.

 “Good girl.” Your body heats up at his praise. “Now bend over the bed.” You take a few steps forward and let your upper body fall onto the bed. You scooch back a little and spread your legs apart. “Spread yourself more.” You know exactly what he’s wanting you to do, and you're going to deliver. You slide your hands down your body until they reach the globes of your ass. Your fingers pull them apart, exposing your wet pussy even more. You wiggle your hips from side to side, showing him how needy you are for him.

 “What a dirty little girl, what will I ever do with you?” Your body tenses up when you feel something attach to your clit. A string? “Now I’m sure you're wondering why we came here instead of your room.” A moan leaves your throat when you feel the string moving your clit in small circles. You were so sensitive from being celibate for weeks, it took no time for your orgasm to start building. You hear Doflamingo let out an amused hum. “I can tell by the way your legs are shaking you're about to cum.” You have to hold back a scream as the string picks up the pace even more. 

 You dig your nails into the flesh of your ass in an attempt to ground yourself, but you are too far gone. Your hips start desperately swirling with the strings movement. Fuck it feel so good. But right before you could get your release the string retacts. Your head falls flat on the bed as tears of frustration form in your eyes due to the loss of your high. 

 “Can’t have that now, can we?” You don’t have to see Doffy’s face to know he’s wearing a shit eating grin. You should have known better than to think he’d let you cum this early. You hear him get up from the armchair. His loud footsteps reverberate in the room. You feel the bed dip as he hoovers above you. “Now as I was saying, the reason I brought you here is quite simple. Your bed is a little bit too small.” You feel his hot breath next to your right ear as he speaks. You wonder what changed? The size of your bed has never stopped him before. You tense up when you feel the bed dip on the other side of your body. Is there someone else here? “Too small for the both of us that is.” Your heart stops when you hear Doffy’s voice fill your left ear. It made no sense, how can he be on both sides of you at once? You try to lift yourself up, but a large hand keeps your face shoved into the mattress. 

 “Do you understand what’s happening now?” His voice fills your right ear again. You feel one of his hands wrap around your hair, pulling it back to leave your neck exposed. “I’ll give you a little hint.” Now it was back in your left ear. You feel hot breath on both sides of your neck before tongues lick up the sides in perfect unison. Rough hands grab your sides and with one quick motion your body was turned so your back was now on the mattress. 

 Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you see what’s above you. Your eyes land on not one, but two very shirtless Donquixote Doflamingo’s. They both wore the same lust filled expression. 

 “Two Doffy’s? How?” You mutter out in shock. Your nerves are on edge, one Doffy was enough to fuck you into a week long coma. But two of them? That would surely send you to an early grave. As Lao G would say “You’re a goner with a capital G!”   

 “While you were busy getting off on my string, I made a clone of myself.” The Doflamingo on your right spoke, meaning he must be the real one. “It talks like me, it can even use strings like me, but most importantly” Doffy pulls you up from the bed until your face is inches from his. “ It can fuck like me.” His tongue licks a wet stripe up your face. “But a slut like you should be able to handle us, right?.” You hesitate for a second, but nod your head in agreement.

 “Now let’s have a little fun.” Doffy’s clone spoke up, licking its lips. 

 “Sounds good. Hold the little slut up for me.” The clone nods and moves on the bed until it is behind you. Its strong arms hook under your thighs and brings you up until your back rests on its abs. 

 “It's almost pathetic how wet you are.” The real Doffy stole your breath by rubbing his fingers up and down your exposed slit. Your head slams back on the clone's hard chest when Doffy shoves two fingers deep into your cunt. The long digits rubbed along the top of your walls, paying attention to your sweet spots.  

 “Of course I’m wet. Don’t you remember making me fall into the pool sir?” You smile at Doffy innocently, but your bratty tone was anything but that. 

 “Is that it?” The dark tone in Doffy’s voice made you regret it instantly. And then you see the vein in his forehead pop out, you know you're in for it now. 

 “What a dumb whore you are.” The clone spoke before biting the side of your neck harshly, causing you to cry out in pain. “You are so fucked.”

 “Tell me you foolish girl, does this taste like pool water to you?” Doffy pulls his fingers from your dripping hole and shoves them in your mouth. You could taste your arousal as he shoves his fingers even further down your throat.

 “Aren’t you going to answer him?” The clone taunted before licking the bite wound it left. “I guess it’s hard to, considering your mouth is so full huh?” Your vision blurs with tears as you gag around Doffy’s fingers.

 “I’m going to take my fingers out. I suggest you apologize and beg for my forgiveness.” The fingers slowly begin to slide out. “Afterall, you want that reward, don’t you?” His fingers leave with a trail of your saliva. Coughs erupt from your throat as you catch your breath. Your mind has been so clouded over you forgot about the promised reward. 

 “I am very sorry sir. Please forgive me!” Your voice rasps out. 

 “That's all you got? What a lackluster performance.” Doffy grabs your cheeks and smooshes them together. “I’ll give you one last chance. Use it well, my patience with you is running very thin at the moment.” His hand releases your cheeks. 

 “Sir, please forgive me for being such a dumb brat. I’ll be a good and obedient cocksleeve the rest of the night for the both of you! So please use me until I deserve your forgiveness.” Tears are flowing down your face as you desperately beg him. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t take my reward from me..” You're unsure why you want the reward so desperately when you don’t even know what it is. 

 “That’s more like it. But I still think you need to learn your lesson.” Doffy's hand reared back before smacking you across the face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make it sting. “Now are you ready to be a good girl?” 

 “Yes sir.” You feel a few more tears fall down your face. Doffy’s hand reaches back out. You prepare yourself for another smack, but instead he wipes the tears away with his hand. 

 “Good.” You watch Doflamingo unzip his pants, freeing his hard cock. “Drop her.” The clone releases you so you fall, landing all fours. You feel the bed move underneath you as Doffy leans his body against the headboard. “Come over here and put that stupid mouth of yours to good use.” 

 You waste no time crawling in between his legs. You stick your ass up in the air and start licking him up and down. His cock twitches under your tongue as you lick the sensitive spot under his tip. You hear him grunt meaning he wants more. You give one last lick before wrapping your lips around him. His huge size stretches your mouth until it's borderline unbearable. One of his large hands thread through your hair before he slams into you. You do your best not to gag around him as he sets a rough pace. 

 “Her pussy is so wet, like it's crying for our attention.” The clone lands a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to yelp around Doffy’s dick. “See.” You feel its fingers run up and down your pussy before bringing its hand to show Doflamingo your glistening arousal. You feel a hard twitch in your mouth as Doffy grunts. He’s getting close. 

 “I’m going to cum and I expect you to swallow every last drop.” With a few more rough thrusts he fills your mouth full of his thick cum. You swallow every bit of it and stick your tongue out to prove it.

 “Where are your manners?” The clone grabs your hair and yanks your head back. “What do you say when your master gives you his cum?” The clone releases your hair so you can look back at Doffy. 

 “Thank you master.” You smile at him through lidded eyes. He let out a satisfied hum in response.  Although you're not able to see his eyes thanks to his sunglasses, you're certain they would have a glint of satisfaction in them.

 “Get her prepared for me. She’s going to need it.” The clone got to work right away by flipping you onto your back. It hooked your legs over its shoulders before licking a long stripe up your slit. 

 “A-AH~” Your hips arch off the bed as the clone starts to eat you out. Its tongue would swirl around your clit before diving deep into your cunt. You could feel pressure building in your lower abdomen already. “ F-fuck it feels so… good~ Your tongue is the best!” You feel the Clone smirk against you.

 “The best huh? So even better than the real one?” The clone gives your clit a harsh suck before looking up at you. “I’m flattered.” It landed a playful smack on your thigh before continuing its assault on your swollen clit. You throw your head back and notice the furious look Doflamingo was giving his clone.

 “Doffy wait I didn’t mean it like tha-” You cut yourself off as a wanton moan escapes your lips. The clone's tongue started stroking that spot deep within you that had your toes curling. “Right there please~ I’m gonna cum~”

 “I’ve had enough of this.” You feel Doffy’s body move from behind you. You whine when the Clones tongue leaves you right as you are about to peak. You bring your head up to see Doflamingo had joined his clone in between your legs. They were both gripping one of your thighs while giving each other a dangerous glare. Was he getting jealous…. of his own clone?

 “Well I haven’t, so back off.” The clone had no plans of backing down as it gripped your thigh tighter. 

 “Do you actually believe you're better than me? Have you forgotten that you're a damn clone?” Doffy clenches his teeth and grabs the clone around the neck. “I can make you go away with a snap of my fingers.” You hold in a laugh as you watch the two bickering. 

 “Well how about we settle this?” You watch as the clone pulls Doffy’s hand off. “Let’s see who can make her cum first.” An evil grin etches itself on Doflamingo’s face at his Clones proposal. 

 “Fine by me.” Doffy agrees as they both turn to look at you. You felt like conquerors' haki was being used on you the way your body froze to the bed. 

 They both start leaving kisses and bite marks down your legs. Slowly but surely they inched closer to the place you wanted them the most. Finally you feel their hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. 

 “Doffy.” You call out to the man himself, gaining his attention. “Please make me cum, only you can~” He smirks at you before his expert tongue starts lapping at your folds. It's very rare that Doffy eats you out, but when he does you're always left speechless. You wish you could thank the clone for pressing his buttons.

 “Don’t forget about me.” You feel the clone's tongue join Doffy’s. The two tongues fight for dominance as they lick every inch of your needy pussy. Your body vibrates from the sheer ecstasy you're experiencing. 

 One of Doffy’s hands snakes up your body to wrap firmly around your neck. You had no trouble figuring out which tongue was the real Doffy’s. Everytime he flicks your clit, he squeezes your neck as if to remind you who your pussy belongs to. 

 “I’m gonna cum~” Your hand grabs onto Doffy’s blonde hair as your body twitches.

"Your not needed anymore." Doflamingo pulls the clone away you before shoving two fingers deep into you. Your legs begin to shake as he syncs the pace of his fingers and tongue together. The perfect harmony of pleasure was driving you even closer to the edge.

 “That’s not fair.” The clone attempts to reclaim his spot between your legs, but was quickly shut down.

 “Have we ever been known to be fair?” With a snap of Doffy's fingers, the sound of string unwinding mixes with your moans. The clone had a scowl on its face before it disappeared. His fingers pick up the pace causing you to grip his hair tighter. “Be a good little girl and cum for me.”

 “Fuck~” Your body quivers as your overdue orgasm crashes over you. Doffy’s tongue detaches from your clit, but his fingers begin to rock up and down harder. You try to fight the urge to let go, knowing what would happen if you do. “Stop Doffy, I’m going to make a mess!”  Your warning came too late as your second orgasm washes over you, causing clear liquid to gush out of you. 

 “I win. Now to claim my prize.” Doffy places his fingers in his mouth and sucks your juices off them. It's hard to lose when you get rid of your competition. “Get on your hands and knees, now.” 

 You miraculously get yourself into the position he wants. Your hands shake trying to hold your worn out body up. Stay focused Y/N, don’t pass out. You hear the familiar sound of a condom being opened as the bed dips. One of his hands ghost up your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. The same hand wraps tightly around your hair as he bottoms out in one motion. He stays pressed up against your cervix for a few minutes, letting your walls stretch and relax around him. You move up and down his length, letting him know your ready.

 The pace he sets is rapid and ruthless. His cock effortlessly hits all of your sweet spots with every thrust. The blinding pleasure was starting to build up all over again. Your hands shook violently on the bed, you know they are going to give out any moment now. 

 “Are you struggling?” Doflamingo deep voice whispers in your ear. “Want your master to help you?” You weakly nod your head. Doffy’s free arm hooked under you, bringing you off the bed until your back was flush against his chest. He bottoms out again and continues his relentless thrusts. The new position gave him full control over your body, leaving you completely at his mercy. 

 The hand that was in your hair moved down until it stopped at one of your neglected nipples. He rolls the bud between his thumb and index finger before pinching it hard. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He then moves to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. 

 “It feels so good.~” Your hand goes down to play with your clit but Doffy stops you.

 “Not so fast little girl.” He switches the position to where he is laying on the bed with you on top. “You're being so selfish, making me do all of the work.” His thumb starts circling your clit causing you grind down on him. “As a matter of fact you’ve not only selfish. You’ve been disobedient, bratty and you even went as far to say that stupids clone tongue was better than mine. You don’t deserve that reward, not even in the slightest.” His cold tone causes you to halt your movements. Something about it struck a chord deep within you. 

 “I’m sorry Doffy.” It hurt knowing he was so disappointed in you. You feel your mood declining. All the dopamine and adrenaline that coursed through your body had finally run out, leaving you emotionally vulnerable.  

 “I’m not finished talking yet, so stop crying and listen.” You were unaware of your tears until he mentioned it. You watch as his hand comes up to his sunglasses. He inhales a deep breath and pulls the glasses off. You bring your hands up to cover your eyes. No one has ever seen his eyes, not even Trebol has. “Look at me Y/N.” Slowly, you drop your hands. Your eyes connect with his. His right eye was ruby red, while his left eye was white and foggy. 

 “Doffy.....Your eyes are beautiful. But why? Why did you show me?” You look at him in awe. 

 “I can’t even answer that myself.” He sighs and runs a hand through his blonde locks. “It doesn't matter anyways. You still want that reward?” 

 “Yes, I do.” You were starting to think him showing you his eyes was the reward. 

 “Make me cum and it’s yours.” He crosses his arms behind his back. Out of everything you and him have done tonight, this was by far the most intimate.

 You slowly start going up and down his length. Every fiber in your body was screaming at you to stop, but the desire to please the man below you was louder. The lewd sounds of your body's connecting fill the room once more. You pick up the pace as you chase your high. Doffy’s hands reach out and grab onto your plush hips. His grip was getting tighter and tighter, causing your hips to roll and grind on him.

 “Fuck.” Doffy curses. One of his hands leaves your hip and moves to wrap around your neck. “Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?” 

 “My master.” You cry out as the grip around your neck tightness.

 “And who is your fucking master.” He brings your head down so your eyes meet his. 

 “You!” Tears of pleasure rolled down your face. “Donquixote Doflamingo!” You cling onto consciousness as you meet your final orgasm. Doffy follows you as he slams against your cervix. You stay still until his cock softens inside you. Slowly you lift yourself off him. Your body collapses on top of him the moment he is fully out of you. You know he is not a fan of skin to skin contact after sex, but you were too weak to hold yourself up.

 “Doffy.” You muster enough energy to lift your head. “Did I do a good job? Are you going to give me the reward?” Your vision was starting  to go in and out. 

 “Yes, I suppose you did.” A weak smile forms on your lips at his words. 

 “Good.” Your head falls back down on his chest. ”That makes me so happy.” Your eyes close and despite your efforts no to, you black completely out.

~While you were knocked out~

 “How amusing.” Doflamingo snickers at your worn out body splayed on his. “You put all that effort in for a silly reward, just to pass out before you're able to indulge in it.” He lifts your body off of his and lays you gently on the bed. He puts his sunglasses back on and calls a maid in.

 “How can I help you young master?” The maid was blushing ear to ear seeing the state you and him were in.

 “Go get something for Y/N to sleep in from her room and change the sheets. I do apologize, it’s my fault they got a little wet.” The maid's cheeks got even darker at his declaration. Doflamingo picks your limp body from the bed and makes his way over to the bathroom. “And if you tell anyone about this, I will cut your head off and send it to your family. You may go now.” 

 “Yes young master.” Her voice wavers with fear. With a bow she leaves the room.

 Doffy turns his shower on, letting steam fill the room. He sat you down on the shower bench so he could clean himself. After giving his body a good scrub down, he picks your body up and places you under the warm water. He leans your body against his and begins to massage shampoo into your hair. After rinsing the suds out of your hair, he poured shower gel into a washcloth and started to lather it into your skin.

 “You're missing out young lady. I’m even using my expensive soap on you~” No response. Doffy rolls his eyes and continues to rinse your body off. He turns the shower off after he deems you squeaky clean. He sat you back down on the bench so he could dry himself off. He threw on a pair of silky pink boxers and then got to work drying you off. 

 He picks you up and takes you back into the bedroom. The maid had laid your clothes out on the freshly made bed. Doffy grabs the night gown and places it over your body. He never in a million years would have thought about pampering a woman like this. But yet here he is.

 “I normally only take these off of a woman, but I guess I’ll make an exception just this once.” He grabs your panties and rolls them up your legs. He admires the small pink flamingo that decorates them. “I’ll have to buy you more of these.”

 He pulls the duvet down and places you under it. After turning the lamp off he joined you in the bed.

 “Baby 5……” You mumble in your unconscious state. “If you go out, get me the latest copy of “Daydreams of Dressrosa”. And don’t let Doffy find out.” 

 “I’m not Baby 5 and I already know you read those silly books you insufferable woman.” Doffy whispers in your ear and as he expected you don’t respond. 

 Doflamingo has never been one to fall asleep easily, normally he reads a book or ponders his next heinous act. But tonight he finds himself watching your sleeping form. The moonlight that peeks through the curtains casts an ethereal glow on your face. “Do you want to shower with me and maybe we can cuddle together for a while after?” He recalls your request from that night. You have technically already showered together, even though you weren't awake for any of it. Which was of course your (Doffy’s) fault. Now it was time to fulfill the last part of your request.  His arm hooks around your midsection and pulls you so your head rests on his chest.

 His arm wraps around your back keeping you snug against him. He’d never openly admit it to you, but he was enjoying this. From the way you snuggled closer to him, to the way your body molds perfectly with his. Like you were made for him. Because you were made for him. He has never been one to keep the same woman around for long. He viewed women how children viewed toys. They are fun for a little while, until something more fun comes along. But not you. You're different from the others who threw themselves at him. He of course finds you very attractive, but there was something else that allured him more. 

  You are truly like his loyal lap dog. No matter how much he neglects you and no matter how many times he metaphorically “kicks you”, the moment he sticks his hand out you come running to him with that dopey smile plastered on your face. You're so hopelessly devoted to him and he loves it. You can’t live without him, he knows that. But a small part of him feels the same way towards you.

 “I think I’ll keep you around. For now at least.” 

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 Your body stirs awake when you feel something tickling your ear. You search for the cause only to hear light snores coming from above you. Slowly you raise yourself from the bed to see the source of the snores was coming from none other than Doflamingo. You bite down on your lip in order not to laugh. It was so funny to watch a man so powerful and scary snoring.  He was still human after all. One particularly loud snore causes a giggle to escape your lips. You slam a hand over your mouth and pray he didn’t hear. 

 “Mind telling me what’s so funny?” It was too late, the beast was already lifting up from the bed.

 “It’s nothing Doffy, you were just snoring.” You press your hands against his chest urging him to lay back down. “I’m sure I’ve overstayed my welcome, I apologize. Sleep well young master.” You scooch yourself off the bed only to be pulled back by a strong arm. He brought you back down to his tone chest and wrapped his arm back around you, caging you to his side. Butterflies erupt in your stomach from the gesture. You lips form into a wide smile as you enjoy the warmth he provided.

 “I don’t snore. And you're fine right where you are. This is your reward after all.” You feel his hand draw soothing shapes into your back. I must be dreaming.

 “If that’s the case, I really like my reward. Thank you.” Your eyes travel up to meet his. You were on cloud 9 and the huge smile on your face proved that. He rolls his eyes at you before slamming your head back down. “Can I request one more thing?” You muffle out into his pecs.

 “Well, aren't you a greedy girl? What is this request of yours?” You feel your heartbeat pick up. You hope this doesn't go south like last time. 

 “Will you please kiss me? I’m grateful for everything you’ve given me and I-.” Your cutoff when his lips connect with your. It catches you off guard, but you slowly melt into it. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Thankfully he pulls away before it gets too heated, you doubt your worn out body could go another round.

 “Satisfied?” You meekly nod before laying back down on him. “Good, now go back to sleep.”

 “One more thing.” You hear him groan out in response. “Now that I’ve seen your eyes, are you going to kill me?” The room fell silent before he started laughing.

 “Perhaps.” You don’t know what worse, the fact he’s laughing about it or not knowing if that perhaps was a joke or not. “Now go back to sleep or I may actually off you.” That time you could sense he was kidding. He was kidding right?

 “Yes sir.” And with that you fell back asleep in his protective hold.

 ~The morning after~

 You woke up alone in Doflamingo’s ginormous bed. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and roll off of the plush mattress. Judging from the amount of sunshine that filled the room, it was very late in the morning. You stretch your arms over your head and let out a satisfied hum.

  Your eyes scan the room and stop on a large tray of sweets sitting on a table. After last night activities, you've worked up a appetite. You walk up to investigate the confections and notice a couple books stacked neatly beside it. You jump up and down when you realize the books are the latest volumes of “Daydreams of Dressrosa”. And they were all signed copies! There was even a copy of the book that was destroyed in the pool yesterday.

 “What page was I on again?” You open the book and skim through the pages until you find a pink feather marking page 112.

 Unknown to you, a certain warlord watched you with a rare, but rather pleasant smile on his face.

~End~

[blond3ang3l]

Characters that are black in my heart🫡

Doflamingo- Ofc my husband is first, lightskin king fr

Piccolo- this is so obvious, that’s unc

KENPACHI- that man is someone daddy (mine)

Broly- to be specific he’s half black and half Mexican

Toji- I firmly believe all the zenins are

Ymir- this can honestly be switched between her being black and Native American. Maybe both honestly

Baki and his dad- I don’t have a reason it just resonates with me

Katsuki bakugo- that boy is Haitian in my heart

[nekomacheercaptain]

Day 1: Voyeurism

Doflamingo utilizes his resources well to gain power and establish partnerships. So when a potential businesspartner shows interest in you, Doflamingo sees an easy opening. He's even kind enough to let his brother have some fun when the businesspartner admits he's a watcher.

Pairing: Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante x plus-sized fem! reader

Rating: explicit mature content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 6,7 K

Content: female reader, body description (reader is plus-sized with big boobs), power dynamic, slight dubcon, consensual voyeurism, unprotected sex, fingering, immense size difference, mentions of reader also having a sexual relationship with Doflamingo, Corazon smells like fruit because I hc him as loving oranges and other citrus fruits.

Meetings were a formality you often hoped Doflamingo would allow you to skip. Yet, in meetings where rich men could brag about their money and pay some “low-life” pirates to do their dirty work, your captain knew better than to have you walking around with the kids. And you cursed him out as much as you could in your mind.

Dirty eyes and a smirk looked you up and down, causing you to frown and narrow your eyes while covering yourself with your jacket. The man scoffed before turning his attention back to Doflamingo, who had seen his potential business partner check you out. An opportunity.

“I see you’re interested in more than just the cooperation I’m offering,” he snickered, stealing a glance at you, who froze at his words. Suddenly all attention was on you, including the man you had just frowned upon. Shit.

“That interest may have proven to be false,” the man spoke loudly with a nasal voice, trying to seem unaffected by your actions. Doflamingo quirked a brow, looking at you directly, a small smile painted on his lips.

“Oh? How so?”

“She seems like a rude one, she can’t even appreciate a man’s admiration,” the man scoffed, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes. 

“That doesn’t sound like my y/n,” Doflamingo laughed and you felt a weird sensation dominating your body, pulling you towards him involuntarily, “you must’ve caught her on a bad day.”

“Isn’t that right, doll?” he asked you once you had reached the spot beside his chair, before pulling you onto his lap, your legs spread over his thighs with your back against his chest. You had no time to be mortified about your skirt hiking up as his hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look at the man whose eyes had grown dark.

“And you are so sorry for being rude, aren’t you?” his hand slid down your throat and you felt something sharp connecting from his palm to his finger. A string?

You nodded while looking at the man with the most sincere sad eyes you could manage to fake, wanting to puke when he smirked back at you, “Yes, please forgive my rudeness.”

The string disappeared with your words, and the man leaned back in his chair satisfied, “So she can be well-behaved after all.”

Doflamingo tipped your face backward to look up at him, meeting the reflection of yourself in his glasses, “She knows when to be obedient.”

“I’ll say, the deal is on if you allow me her for the evening,” the man offered and your blood froze, the only thing keeping you grounded being the laughter rumbling through Doflamingo’s chest, vibrating against your back.

“Fine with me,” Doflamingo chuckled, using his free hand to pull down the edges of your skirt before it rested on your thigh, knowing the man and everyone else in the room were watching intently.

“I do, however, expect one of your men to join her as company,” this caused several of your crewmembers, excluding your captain, to give him a puzzled look, waiting for him to elaborate, “I’m more of a watcher, you see.”

A small chime of collective ahs of understanding went through the air, and Doflamingo let go of your chin only to stroke his thumb over your bottom lip. But not pressing it any further. Doflamingo did have a way of knowing people, using his experience wisely.

He grinned at his new business partner, “Then she’s yours for the night, accompanied by my most trusted man.”

Your gaze followed your captain’s next words, locking eyes with the one who seemed to use every opportunity possible to get rid of you.

“Why don’t you have some fun, Corazon?”

Of all people you were suddenly forced to have sex with, in front of a stranger as well to top it off… it had to be him. He hadn’t given much of a reaction other than a quirked brow before he nodded at the sudden assignment, and it pissed you off. To make it even worse, you had to walk to a decided hotel for your stupid arrangement, something that proved to be hard for a walking fire-hazard freak accident waiting to happen. He had fallen an innumerable amount of times before you reached your destination and set his coat aflame enough that the smell of burned feathers was sure to be embedded in your brain. You took it as a blessing you hated being late, happy you started walking 30 minutes before you needed to. And with Corazon dragging out the time with his accidents, you showed up just in time. You were kind of grateful for the surprise breaks, feeling a chafe between your thighs from wearing a skirt the whole day and then a dress.

The hotel was more luxurious than anything you had set afoot in ages, and you wondered what kind of man your captain had made as a business partner. Pirates would have no chance to afford nor be welcomed to such a place. A piccolo guided you to the suite you were expected and gaped when Corazon hit his head in the doorframe with a loud thud. Once you were behind private doors, you were met with the man from earlier, wearing only a black robe with golden edges as he held a glass of champagne in his hand while sitting in a fancy armchair. And judging from the way his glass was the only one in the room, you knew he wasn’t planning on sharing.

“I had doubts about you turning up, worried that you might show that unpleasant side of yours again,” the man snickered before taking a small sip from the glass, tearing off your clothes with his eyes.

“I can’t say no to my captain’s orders, can I?” you forced a smile, “We have to please our dear partners.”

The glass was set on the table next to him with a small clink as he grinned, “You’re right, doll, if you don’t do as I wish I’ll make sure your captain hears about it.”

Your eye almost twitched, but you forced a small laugh, “Well that won’t be necessary, sir, I am quite the people-pleaser, you see, despite our earlier interaction”.

Corazon stood, as he usually did, quietly behind you, observing how the man ate you up with his eyes, swearing he could see drool gather at the corners of his mouth as he bit his lip.

“Sir,” he leaned back, sinking deeper into the seat with a groan, “you are going to keep calling me that, sweetheart.”

Got him. 

“As you wish, sir,” you noted that he was easy to please, his hand immediately flying to palm himself over his robe.

There was a small pause before he talked again, his breath shaky, “Strip for me.”

He commanded with a curl of his finger towards himself. And like a good and loyal subordinate, you sat down the small bag you had brought before stalking towards slowly, throwing off your coat to reveal the long black dress Doflamingo had bought you. Just one of many enough to fill an entire wardrobe. Shivers spiked through your body at the thought of Doflamingo planning more of this. 

The dress had two slits, each placed at your hips, revealing the folds caused by your stomach. Thin spaghetti straps were the only things supporting your heavy breasts as they barely stayed inside the deep v-shape of the dress top. The man started heaving for his breath at the sight, palming himself harder as you walked towards him, breasts bouncing rhythmically in the thin, revealing fabric, the fat of your stomach, thighs, and hips jiggling with each strut. 

If you could witness your crewmate’s reaction, you would first have seen him mistake the command for both of you, his feather coat pooling behind him on the floor. After realizing his mistake, his eyes widened and chest rose and fell rapidly after your soft back filled with squishy rolls was exposed, giving him full view of the way your ass and hips recoiled at each step, addicted to the way your hips swayed. Corazon normally looked away whenever his mind started analyzing your features, eyesspending time roaming since every curve of your body was enthralling. Corazon allowed himself to indulge in the view for once.

Once you reached the man’s desired destination, he commanded you down to your knees between his legs, his hand grasping your chin in a firm hold, squeezing your cheeks.

“You’re protected, I suppose?” 

You looked up at him through your lashes before you nodded, pushing your breasts together by your arms, “Yes, sir.”

He licked his bottom lip at your response, “As expected of a pirate.”

He released his hold on you before directing his words to the company he had demanded you bring, “I was informed you’re mute, is that right?”

Corazon nodded, and the man chuckled, his eyes returning to you below him, “Very well, then I expect you to be vocal, sweetheart, can you do that?”

A playful grin decorated your lips, “Isn’t the goal to make me speechless, sir?”

Corazon almost choked at your response, but kept calm as the man laughed. “Oh this version of you I like much better!” he smirked, reaching for his glass to take a long sip while eyeing you before continuing his fantasy.

“You sit,” he pointed at Corazon and then to the bed further into the room, “with her against your back, legs spread wide just like earlier.”

Corazon followed the command, picking you up easily to carry you with him. You shrieked at the sudden manhandling, feeling small and weightless, but managed to keep your words of protest in.

“Oh my, Joker made sure to bring a strong one for you, doll!” the man laughed, but you couldn’t help feeling a surge of excitement at how easily you were handled by the heart executive.

Corazon sat down, and perhaps it was because he held you, but he managed to do so without falling. He carefully and delicately placed you on his lap, and although you already knew he was big, sitting on him and seeing his hands envelop your thighs so easily while spreading them made you see him in an entirely new light. Corazon handled you a lot softer than his brother did, you found yourself thinking, being used to seeing him so rough and violent on missions, and uncaring towards you. Aggressive even, like he wanted to get rid of you like he did the kids. Feeling his hands soothe down your thighs and rub over your doughy flesh, you tried to fall more at ease against him, knowing you couldn’t be tense in this situation. You knew very well what you needed to do, and how to do it. But doing it with someone you didn’t trust? It was already wrecking your nerves. But you put up the best facade you could, smiling at the man while arching your back off of Corazon to accentuate your breasts, making him sigh loudly.

“Fuck, what a body, I love big girls,” his eyes slowly traced each inch of you, drooling over how soft your stomach looked in your dress, and how juicy your thighs looked pressed against the giant you sat on, “don’t you?”

The man nodded up at Corazon, and while you couldn’t see his response since you chose to focus on the boss of the night, you assumed Corazon agreed based on the man’s chuckle.

“They’re so beautiful, aren’t they? So much to grab, kiss, lick - so much to jiggle and bounce, and that’s not even mentioning the recoil of their ass when you fuck them,” the man had pulled his dick out by the middle of his sentence, and started pumping himself by the end while staring into your eyes. You wanted to cringe, but couldn’t.

And this time you knew Corazon’s response; it grew against your rear and lower back, causing your cheeks to burn. Was it because he was into larger women, or was it because of you sitting in his lap?

“Move the dress, let me see that cute little pussy she’s hiding from us”

*‘No panties’

Doflamingo had clicked his tongue when he saw the panties revealed by the slits, pulling them off for you before sending you and his younger brother on your merry way.

So the man had noticed right away you were bare? 

Your ears reacted to a small sound from above, and it couldn’t have been anything other than a gulp. Was he nervous? No, he couldn’t be, he had his fair share of experience, surely?

Corazon’s long, slender, and calloused fingers from years of fighting and accidents slid down your skin beneath the dress, before cold air met your inner thighs and cunt as he slung the dress over one of your hips.

“Fuck, so perfect,” the man groaned as he pumped himself faster at the sight, and Corazon’s right hand acted on its own accord while the other pressed against your stomach to push you back against his chest. His fingers brushed over your clit, a small shock shooting through your body, before rubbing between your folds as you sighed at his touch.

“Can’t wait to cum around his fingers, can you, doll?” the man teased from several meters away, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes, “Bet you’ve never been with a guy his size before.”

Were you supposed to correct him about the statement? Or play along with his fantasy? He surely must’ve connected the dots when Doflamingo pulled you onto his lap just hours earlier?

“Talk, doll, let us know your thoughts.��

You looked at him with dark eyes and furrowed brows as Corazon’s fingers got more eager as they teased you, and his free hand groped your breasts over the dress. You put on a small act.

“I-I want to feel his fingers inside me,” you moaned out, not missing the way your crewmate twitched against you, “they’re so big, I need to feel them, please, Corazon!”

The man fisted his cock aggressively as he drank in your words, and you helped out by grinding against Corazon’s fingers, ripping out a small groan when you pressed hard against his length. The feeling it created in your core shook you, never imagining Corazon could somehow turn you on. You repeated the movement just to hear a deep grunt fall from him, a surge of arousal crashing through your body. His sounds were so deep and guttural, creating a raw, deep desire completely unfamiliar to you.

Corazon toyed with your folds before inching a finger towards your entrance, teasing you before slowly inserting it into your slick cunt, causing you to moan. A real moan. His digit alone stretched you out in ways you were unable to on your own, his sheer size once again shocking you as his head hovered well above yours taking in the view of your smaller frame against him.

“My, you’re such a big guy, look at how she’s enjoying herself already,” the man’s voice was slurred as the words barely met your ears, too occupied accommodating Corazon’s finger moving against your ribbed walls. 

“Oh fuck,” your moan came out as a shuddered whisper, your head falling against his chest at the intrusion while one of your hands grabbed at his forearm, feeling his muscles move and tense beneath his shirt. That stupid, goofy shirt that had no business being worn by a criminal. That silly, ugly shirt that reeked of him, the smell of nicotine and- and something sweet.. like fruit. What kind was hard to decipher, especially with your brain melting. A scent you had never noticed before, as his smoking habit always kept you at least a mile away. But now it filled your senses, burrowing into your mind, tainting it - knowing whenever you would be in the vicinity of fruit or smoke, you would be haunted by the memory of Corazon stretching you out.

You made the mistake of looking down at his hand, seeing him add another finger that pumped in and out of your sex, making moans drip from your lips.

“Cora…” you whimpered. It was the first time you had ever used his nickname, and even if it was due to breathlessness, his energy shifted. The hand playing with your breasts pulled the straps down your shoulders completely. Exposing them before his massive palm pressed against one, toying with you like he was unsure of what to actually do. Before he gave you any time to ponder over the thought, his other fingers curled in search of your sweet spot and it had you choking on your moans while writhing on his lap. The friction against his length ripped shallow, strained groans from him, before his hand cupped your face from below and forced you to look up at him. Dark, rusty eyes flickered down to your lips before finally meeting your gaze, just looking at your contorted face while abusing the sweet spot inside you. 

“Shit!” you whined loudly, pleasure clouding your mind, Corazon suddenly the only thing that mattered as you noticed how pretty his eyes were. They were actually pretty, describing them as rusty didn’t do them justice. They reminded you of fall - ironic, considering the man. When leaves fell and blazed with autumn; gold, red, and auburn painting the ground like a hued carpet crunching under your feet.

Corazon’s lips were parted with heavy breaths as his intense gaze lingered, examining your features; your glazed eyes clouded with lust, mouth hanging open as songs of pleasure spilled past your lips, your heavy breasts in his grasp, and his fingers pumping into your sopping cunt. His attention flickered to your lips, and before realizing it, he turned your face softly to capture them in a hungry kiss, forgetting about the immense size difference. Lips completely engulfing you, you groaned loudly before sighing, eyes shut as you welcomed the warmth he offered. Ignoring the sour taste and smell of nicotine, you rolled your hips against his hand, moaning loudly into the kiss with a cry of his codename.

Your ears were selectively sealed off from the guest in the room, so whether it was his command or Corazon’s own judgment that forced you to yelp at the sudden emptiness inside you or chasing the painted set of lips, you didn’t know as you were facing the giant, gasping when your cunt met his clothed bulge. His massive palms rested against your back, one dangerously near to cupping your ass as he tried to feel the rolls on your back, your soft flesh allowing his fingers to sink into your skin. Craning your neck to look up at him, you noticed his lipstick was smeared around his lips and cheeks and wondered what kind of mess was lingering on your own face. Not before feeling yourself get warm at the thought, you didn’t care to analyze whether it was from embarrassment or arousal.

For once the silence that usually unsettled you felt like a space only for the two of you as his eyes found yours once more, the resilience that had once colored them gone as he looked at you, giving you a sense of safety. If it weren’t for your juices drenching his pants, you would’ve scoffed at the mere idea of it. You noticed the familiar feeling of being dwarfed, your hands ridiculously small against his abdomen as you traced them over his shirt, feeling his warm skin beneath.

“I’ve always hated this shirt,” you muttered, your words losing their meaning when you inhaled his smell, noticing the fruity scent overpowering the smoke, not able to hold back a small smirk, “it’s time to take it off, you’d look much better without it, don’t you think?”

His eyes widened for just a moment before you felt his hands move, and you clicked your tongue, “We don’t need an accident to happen.”

Your hands guided his own to your hips to completely discard your own dress, before tugging softly at the buttons of his shirt, “After all, how rude of me is it to make you undress both of us?”

You saw his eyes wander down to your tits, enchanted at how they jiggled with each pop of his buttons. His grasp tightened on your hips, and a small twitch could be felt beneath you, his face reddening. And you wanted to laugh at how different he was from his brother; but that would be cruel, considering how shameless Doflamingo was, while Corazon preferred to keep his privacy.

“You’re so hard for me, Cora,” you smiled playfully, reminding him of a minx where you ground softly against him, ripping open his shirt when the last button was finally undone, “I never thought you’d be this easy to unravel.”

You kept your voice seductive even when you mapped out all the scars littering his body, ignoring the small ache filling your heart. Instead, you raised your hips, raking your nails down his skin before following the trail of hair disappearing down his pants, making sure his eyes were glued to your breasts swaying with your movements. A loud gasp emitted from him when you pushed against his length with a cruel giggle before slowly unzipping his pants, seeing heart-patterned boxers underneath. You only gave him a humored look.

“You’re the heart executive alright..”

A nervous smile met your teasing one before your hands found the ends of his hoodie, pulling slightly, mesmerized at how easily he followed your commands as he bent down just enough for your air to mix. Suddenly you didn’t mind the smell of nicotine; realizing how something could easily become addictive.

“This has always irked me, it’s kind of silly,” your smile gained a hint of playfulness again, “but I can finally see its worth”.

You tugged harder while looking up through your lashes with a pretty smile on your otherwise smeared face, your lips almost touching, “Nervous, Cora?”

You whispered while looking into his eyes before glancing at his lips, longing for the taste of him again. And he obliged your wish, used to reading your body language after all the time of just following and watching you. Finally getting to do something about it. Hands sliding up your back to press you firmly against him, one hand cradled the back of your head to deepen the kiss, already out of breath as your lips moved together harshly, teeth clanking but neither of you cared as the hunger for each other deepened. One of Corazon’s hands clumsily pulled his pants further down before you felt a warm appendage against your abdomen, leaving a trail of saliva when your lips disconnected. 

“Shit…” your eyes widened at his size, naively surprised he was in the same league as his blood. You could only be grateful you had become somewhat accommodated to taking such a size… at least mentally. While in your thoughts, one of Corazon’s hands snaked down your ass far enough to feel the wetness between your legs before pushing two of his fingers into you.

“Fuck! Cora!” you gasped loudly, feeling his long fingers fill you again, not giving you time to adjust to the additional finger before thrusting them into you, embarrassing you with how wet you were as squelching met your ears. 

“Oh fuck!!” you moaned as he continued, looking down at you with a small grin, cheeks still flushed, “shit- shit! Aah, Cora!”.

Looking up at him with glazed eyes, you moaned loudly and desperately while rolling your hips to meet him better. Corazon felt your juices melt down his hand, deciding to scissor his fingers; both to better prepare you to take him, but also to see what you would look like completely clouded in ecstasy. His expression was lost on you, so you didn’t witness his eyes softening as he gazed down at your face contorted in pleasure, focusing intently on the sounds you made. The way his lips stuttered to almost praise you also escaped your notice, Corazon quickly gritting his teeth instead. His lipstick only remnants on your lips… a part of him wanted his brother to see you like this, to show him he could treat you better, and another whacked him mentally for even thinking of it. You had been driving him crazy; no matter how hard he tried to push you away from the family, you never left. 

Corazon could never have imagined himself being put in such a predicament, biting his tongue to stay still when Doflamingo chose him earlier that day. And then he saw you in this dress, before you suddenly were on his lap bouncing on his fingers, moaning so sweetly for him. He doubted his brother let you enjoy yourself like this. Another mental whack was in place; he didn’t want jealousy to jeopardize his mission. He couldn’t. And fucking you was part of the mission! An important part of the mission too, suddenly, seeing as Corazon was sick and tired of only having his hand to try and fix the pent-up frustration he carried.

So he couldn’t help but admire how you looked taking his fingers, how incredibly soft your breasts felt pressed against his abdomen, how gorgeous your curves were, and how cute your face was gazing up at him with desperation in your eyes. Your plush stomach rubbed against his length, causing his patience to run thin, especially when he felt your walls loosen around his digits, glad he had noticed the bottle of lube lying on the bed before sitting down. 

You whined once again when you were left empty, before shrieking as you were lifted beneath your knees. You slung your arms around the blond’s neck, accidentally tearing off the silly hat as it dropped to the floor.

“What are you-” You were left unable to finish your question as Corazon, as softly as a giant klutz could, dropped you down on the bed. His hands roamed to the swell of your hips, before dragging you to lay with the entirety of your ass and lower back against his thighs. His hands left you to reach for the pillows to lay beneath your lower back. Corazon followed your gaze, smiling when he saw your reaction to his cock splayed on your belly, before he saw your brows furrow. You felt tapping on your knees, and you looked up at Corazon whose face showed confusion and concern, like asking ‘is everything okay?’.

The gentleness he had possessed ever since the doors locked was such a contrast to his normal behavior, and it made you almost nervous to acknowledge your heart clenching at his soft gaze, viewing you so differently than his brother did, “Yeah… I’m fine”.

His shoulders shook as he chuckled lowly, before he looked down at you softly, caressing your thighs delicately. His fierce blush proof of the effect your body had on him. He gazed down at his cock displayed against the plush of your stomach before looking at you, and you understood that he was asking for permission. You gave him a nervous smile as you nodded, and he started rutting his hips slowly, dragging his cock through your slick folds brushing over your sensitive clit, seeing your lips part with a sigh. After a few thrusts of coating the underside of his cock with your juices, his hand looked for the lube behind him, knowing this wouldn’t work otherwise. You whimpered when his fingers pressed the cold liquid against your entrance before pumping himself, looking down at you like you were a goddess. Something that didn’t deserve less than all of his desire.

“Cora, please…” you sighed, the hunger inside you turning into starvation, craving him in a way that would haunt you for weeks once you were done.

His hands wrapped around your thighs carefully to lift your hips, pressing the wide head of his cock against your entrance, your nails finding the muscles of his thighs to dig into while gasping. He looked attentively down at you while pushing his hips forward, seeing your eyes widen and eyebrows scrunch together at the intrusion.

“Oh fuck, Cora,” you gasped at him, bracing yourself for more as he continued to push slowly into your heat, allowing you time to accommodate his size, without the expectation of you to take much of him. Your walls stretched around him, and he saw your breath starting to heave from the penetration, hearing you whimpering at the bitter stretch you naively thought you had gotten used to.

His jaw clenched when he pushed further, enthralled by your reactions, seeing your jaw fall open with sweet moans while your hands grabbed at his thighs, trying to fit him. He could barely fight his own sounds anymore, grunting and groaning through his teeth, careful to watch for any signs of pain. But the opposite pooled from your mouth in messy blubberings, your eyes already forming tears at the almost overwhelming pleasure of just his cock stretching you. Yet when you looked between your bodies, so much of him hadn’t even penetrated you.

Your walls fluttered around him and he trembled at the feel, his mouth falling open in an audible gasp, fighting to keep his composure. Your nails dug into his thighs, sure to leave even more marks on his skin. His hips pulled back before slowly rolling into you again, making you moan as he started a small, slow rhythm.

“It’s so good, Cora,” you whimpered, and he smiled down at you in disbelief, seeing how much of a mess you were already, cursing at himself to not be able to let you know how beautiful you looked beneath him, and how well you took him. The effect you had on him could only be known through his low sounds he struggled to hold in, as your walls hugged him tightly while his cock inched deeper inside of you, allowing him to see your head fall back and hear you whine loudly. Corazon fell over you with his hands landing on each side of your head, and he forced his cock deeper, making you cry loudly and grasp his biceps, your nails drawing blood where they dug into his skin, a hiss gritting through his teeth. 

A gasp left his mouth hanging open as he looked down at you who were on cloud nine, a dumbfounded smile on your face as tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, your brows high and scrunched together in bliss as he was oh so deep inside of you. His cock hitting all the sweet spots that had your legs spasming around his hips and his name being mindlessly moaned through your heavy pants, him being the only thing on your mind as he was the reason you were so cockdrunk.

Corazon dared to move one of his hands to smooth over your soft stomach, tracing your stretch marks like he was trying to remember every single one, feeling how warm your doughy flesh was in his palms as he grabbed at the fat of your waist before finally toying with your breasts, centering his attention on one before switching to the other. His fingers were clumsy and you gasped when he struggled to pinch your nipples properly, the sensation almost too much. He kept the slow rhythm, mostly to not let the coil in his body snap, feeling himself closer than he wanted to already.

He blamed the mission for making it difficult to find time for proper release.

But having you like this was not enough, even if you did look angelic lying down and taking what he gave you, a need for having you close pestered within him. Lifting you just as easily as before, Corazon turned, scarcely remembering you were putting on a show, to flaunt your rear to the guest. His hands spread your asscheeks as he bounced you on his cock, allowing the guest to see how well you took him while broken moans vibrated against his scarred chest. Corazon tried not to think about how your skin rubbed against his, or how good your small hands felt clawing at his arms, the muscles dancing beneath your grasp. 

“So good… Cora, you feel so good!” 

Corazon’s deep sounds were a small guide to your ever-closing high, but when you looked up only to see him already staring at you, you felt a knot in your stomach tighten. Damn his height, his lips too far away for you to reach them, to taste them again. He seemed to notice, bending down to gaze into your eyes once more, cursing at himself for not being able to say how perfect you looked. And before he could give in to the craving, his eyes flickered to your lips before closing, sighing when he felt the comforting softness once more and your moans vibrating against him. 

Neck bent at an uncomfortable angle, you ignored the discomfort as his larger tongue explored your mouth, leaving you a lightheaded mess, the knot tightening inside your core as his cock rubbed against your gummy walls.

“Cora-” your gasp was muffled, barely able to get the words out, “m’close, please”.

He hummed against your lips, sliding one of his hands to splay against your stomach as his thumb found your swollen clit, massaging it softly while still managing to guide your hips with his other hand.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, Cora!” 

Corazon sighed when his lips left yours to press against your cheek before sitting up straighter, seeing your eyes closed shut while moaning, your body shaking against him. His thumb circled your bud harsher, experimenting with your pleasure, wanting you to cum around him before reaching his own peak. While memorizing the sight of you, praises threatened once again to roll off his tongue, and he quickly resorted to biting his lip to prevent it.

You feel so good

Looking so needy bouncing on my cock

I love the way you sound, moaning and whimpering for me

And so soft.. I don’t want to let go

He didn’t want to let go. Just as much as he wanted you to leave and live a safe life. He knew you couldn’t stand him and everything would set back to normal once this was over. But he almost didn’t mind when you were calling for him so desperately and left marks on his skin and beautiful visuals in his mind for reminiscence. He knew well he couldn’t have you once you walked out those doors. So he fucked you like a man starved, hoping selfishly this could fuel him for a while. Anything to keep him going.

“Yeah, shit, like that! Fuck, Cora, don’t stop!” 

A dumbfounded smile curved at his lips when he felt your walls flutter around him, your legs shaking as you panted into his skin with his name low under your breath. And he adored watching you fall apart, planting your face into the soft fuzz of his chest as your orgasm washed over you, pulsing desperately around his cock. You whimpered his name until you fell limp against his body, and he let himself go, cradling the back of your head softly while cumming deep inside you with low grunts. Corazon let his heavy body fall against the mattress while keeping you secure in his arms, holding you close. Allowing himself to pretend, just for a moment, that this could be his life with you content in his embrace. Pretending that his life was normal, and that both of you were here of your own free will. No mission, no business.

You were too busy coming down from bliss to hear the man’s voice ruin Corazon’s precious pretend before announcing his departure, unbothered by the thin sheet of sweat growing cold on your bodies as you heard the giant’s heartbeat against your ear, a sense of calmness washing over you. You hissed at the sudden emptiness and soreness when he pulled out, his cum leaking down between your bodies as you felt his hand softly caress your back. This made you look up at him, his eyes already lingering on you.

You scoffed before stretching your arm to wipe his makeup with your thumb, the residue of his lipstick staining the lower side of his face a faint red.

“You look ridiculous”

The post-orgasm and exhaustion you felt must be the cause of the sudden feeling of… tranquility between you. And by the way he licked his thumb before smearing it over your own cheeks, you must’ve been quite the sight yourself. Feeling a spread of warmth across your face, you turned to rest against his chest once more, looking at the wall, his hand awkwardly settling on your back.

And he smiled when you didn’t jerk him away, his eyes taking in the sight of you resting on his body. Tracing every inch of skin his eyes could reach, his breath hitched when he saw your rear. He started regretting not having put you in more positions, just so he could have experienced all of you. Or at least quench his yearning, even if it wasn’t enough. Although… it would never be enough, would it? Thoughts about what he hadn’t done rushed through his mind. He had completely missed his chance to worship every part of your body. He hadn’t even gotten to taste you due to his nerves. *Fuck.

“I didn’t know you could make so much noise,” your breathy giggle forced his thoughts away, “I just felt that good, huh?”

Your laugh was tired, and he wanted to spill every feeling he harbored for you in that moment. You hadn’t just felt good, he wanted you to know you had been perfect. But this was just part of the mission. And you had been forced to do this. So he gave no reaction, knowing you were joking as a way to comfort yourself. 

…He also didn’t have his notepad available, meaning he had no tool of communication anyway. Not that it mattered.

His stomach dropped when you suddenly crawled off him, his hand wanting to reach for you. But he didn’t. He just watched as your arms hid your breasts before you scooted to the edge of the bed, giving him a look over your shoulder, “You don't mind if I use the bathroom first?”

It took all of his self-control to not ogle your full and plump figure where you sat, your soft back and waist cushioned with rolls, and he wanted nothing more than to drag you back to him. Instead he just shook his head before turning his gaze to the ceiling in an attempt to process everything. Even so, the corner of his eye caught your awkward walk caused by soreness and his spill between your legs. Guilt should’ve manifested within his chest. Instead shame rotted the crevices of his insides at a realization; he liked seeing how he affected you physically. Of course he wasn’t shocked by this revelation when he heard the sounds you made for him when his fingers rummaged your body, or when you were writhing in pleasure on his lap. But his enjoyment of the aftermath surprised him. He didn’t expect to see you struggle to walk properly and feel a surge of arousal at the view.

Corazon grimaced at the thought of being anything like his brother. With his hands pulling at his hair in sheer frustration, both at the thought of his brother and of you, he was sure he’d rip it all out.

Why did you have to belong to his brother? Why did you ever have to find his pirate group?

Note: Kicking off this Kinktober with my love, Cora ❤️ I was a completely different person and author when I started it last year (before my appendix burst lol), and my writing motivation and skills seem to have just… dropped a lot, but I want to write for this Kinktober anyway!!! That’s what editing is for!!! Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!! If you want to join my taglist, you can find it here! Dividers by @/benkeibear

[hierophant-meme]

Masquerading Hearts

Corazón x Reader

Part 2- "Enemy"

Read Part 1 here | Masterlist

Notes

This one can still kind of be read as its own piece, just read the part between the dash lines. There is no indication of reader's body type or gender in that section.

Also, I have no knowledge of first-aid so some stuff might be wrong. I just googled it :P

Content Contains: no y/n, gender-neutral pronouns, mentions of blood and bodily injury, mostly fluff but gets a bit angsty at the end, 1st-person POV

Reader: plus-sized, insecure

Summary: You help tend to Cora's wounds after an "enemy" stabs him

About a week later, a boy with grenades strapped to his body and white splotches appeared demanding that Doflamingo let him into the family. This kid was full of so much rage, I learned only after it was due to what happened in the town he was from and the disease he carried. 

At first, I was sure that Doffy would tell this kid to fuck off as he had done with many children and fools in the past. This kid though, was extremely stubborn. Somehow he always returned even after Cora kept launching him off the highest floor of the hideout. His persistence and rage seemed to win the captain over.

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Before the meeting to officially announce that the kid known as Trafalgar Law was to be a new family member, I was reading a book alone on a couch in the common room. The creaking of the door opening made me look up and I noticed Cora was walking slowly, hunched over, and clutching his lower abdomen. I was going to ignore it until I saw blood dripping on the floor.

“Holy shit, Cora! Did you fall? Did someone do that to you?” I got up from the couch and walked towards him. Even though he looked like a skyscraper standing next to me, I somehow managed to help keep his balance. He took out his notebook, wrote something, tore it out, and then showed it to me:

Enemy

“Oof. I know you’re careless but even you’re usually more careful than this. C’mon dumbass, let’s get you patched up.”

On our way to his room, I picked up a first-aid kit. Once we arrive at his room without either of us plummeting to the concrete floor, I tell him to sit down and help him take his enormous, fluffy coat off. I hesitated to get to the next part, but it had to be done.

“I’m gonna go wash my hands and find some rags really quick. Take off your shirt and I’ll be back to treat your injury.”

I didn't even look at him to see if he understood me. I quickly walked out of the room so he wouldn’t see my blushing face. I try to convince myself that I don’t have those kinds of feelings for him and I only blushed because it was rather awkward. As I’m washing my hands I look to find a moron as red as a tomato in the mirror. I don’t like him, I tell myself. There’s no point. I splash some cold water on my face to hopefully subdue the color. With a bowl filled with water in my hands, I then go search for a few rags and brace myself for the complete idiot I know I’m about to be anyway.

I turn to enter his room and make a sudden stop before entering. I couldn’t turn away from the sight in front of me. Sure, I knew he was fit, but I didn’t know he was completely shredded and covered in a collage of scars. Makes sense with all the training and fighting he has to do for missions… and the amount of times he’s face-planted on the floor and burned himself. He looks at his wound before looking up at me. I snap back to reality and remember that he’s probably in pain and I need to hurry the hell up. 

After dipping two of the rags I got in some water, I handed them to him and told him to apply pressure to both openings of his wound. Whoever did this sliced him all the way through but it seems that they miraculously didn’t hit any vital organs. But still, how is he not screaming in pain? I prepare an antiseptic solution and soak another rag with it.

“Just a heads up, this is probably gonna hurt like a bitch, but I need to disinfect it. You ready?” He nods. I hand him a clean rag.

“If it hurts too much, bite down on this.” He takes it in between his teeth. He signals me to continue so I place the rag with the solution on the front opening of the gash.

On contact, he reached his left hand to my upper arm and dug in pretty deep. I looked up at him wincing in immense pain. I was alright with him grabbing on to me at first but his grip was so strong it was starting to cause me to wince in pain as well. Luckily, he loosened his hand not too long after.

“Deep breaths, Cora, deep breaths,” I tell him and I also begin to breathe with him. “Yeah, there ya go. You got this.”

Once I finish applying enough disinfectant to the first opening, I cover it with a clean cloth and some medical adhesive. I get up on the bed and make my way around to his back. “Alright, we gotta do this one more time. Can you handle it?”

He turns his head back as far as he can and gives me a nod. “Here, since you can’t grab my arm, you can squeeze my hand instead.”

Given the circumstances, I wasn’t as giddy and happy about it as I should have been. I actually teared up a bit seeing how much pain he was in and how much I just wanted him to feel better. Interlocking my fingers with his did seem to help make me feel better and I hope it did to him, too.

Once I finished disinfecting the wound on his back, I applied another piece of cloth and waited for the bleeding on both sides to subside. Before he could see my face, I wiped away any humiliating tears that I let out. I then started covering him in gauze to keep everything in place. While doing so, my hands slightly wandered off course as they brushed over his toned chest and the abundance of scars on his back.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. If you do, I won’t help you again like I did just now. You hear me?” I scolded him with my arms crossed. He reaches his hand to his head and sheepishly mouths, “Sorry”.

“Okay maybe I will but this better not be a recurring thing. Not gonna lie,” I turned to look to the side,” I know you’ve probably had worse injuries before, but you did have me pretty worried there for a second.” 

I sat next to him and tried to catch my breath after everything that happened. He looked at the bruise he caused on my upper arm and began to gently rub his thumb over it. “Oh, this? It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. It’s not like I was the one who got stabbed or whatever. Really though, how’d you let someone do this to you?” He shrugs. “Well, whatever, at least you’re alright now.” 

He signs, “Thank you,” and I reply with, “It’s no big deal, really”. 

I look around to see his blood splattered everywhere- on the floor, the bed, my hands. “I’m gonna go clean up and then I’ll come back to clean up this mess.”

I returned with some fresh sheets for his bed and some cleaning supplies. After changing out the sheets for him, I told him to lie down while I mopped the floor and disinfected everything. He fell asleep by the time I finished cleaning. 

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Even though he was hurt, he looked peaceful and cozy. I went up to pat his head and tell him to rest easy but I guess that was enough to wake him. He smiled at me and then caught my arm by hugging it.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? I gotta go!”

He shook his head and gently pulled me down to his level. 

“What’s your problem, what are you-” I flinch at his fingers caressing my cheek. Who does this stupid clown think he is, making me have feelings for him and now for all I know he’s just teasing me about it and doesn’t actually mean anything to come from it. 

This has to be some kind of joke right?

I conclude that he’s just messing with me and I jump up to leave the room. As I’m walking out, his older brother walks past the door and asks what happened. Cora showed him the message he had given me earlier. “Did you help him?” he asked me. I gave him an annoyed “yeah” and tried to walk off before he stopped me. “Hold on, I just came to tell everyone that I’ve decided to let that Law kid into our family. We’re holding the meeting once they find him. I’m expecting you two to be there”.

After that incident, I tried to avoid Cora as much as I could, but that damned bastard kept sticking his nose in my business. I think I did scare him off though because he didn’t try anything like that again. I did ask him what his deal was and why he acted like that towards me that day but was met with the usual silence; not even a note or anything. 

I know it’s petty but I went back to pranking him just for that. And boy did it get wilder and wilder each time now that Law was in the picture. That kid was so smart. He was always coming up with elaborate plans on how to get him back. As long as he didn’t explain himself to me and kept throwing the kids around everywhere, it was only fair, right? 

Still, I couldn’t help feeling bad for the big guy. Maybe I was too harsh on him. But I couldn't because I did confront him about that day and he wasn’t able to give me an explanation. It really did have to be a joke.

How could someone like that, fall in love with someone like me? 

No one would ever want me in that way. I was an outsider on the island I was from. Not even my parents wanted me as their own child.

I don’t have the perfect body and I'm not a perfect person. I can’t even be a decent person. I’m out here using children to help me in some petty revenge against a grown-ass man. I can’t even use my devil fruit powers correctly, let alone fight like a normal person for crying out loud. Why does Doffy even want me around still? I can leave any time I want so what am I still doing here?

It had to be for the children. If I ever left? Who would look out for them?

For two years more, I stuck around. But within those two years, my love for the children grew even stronger as did my need to help them escape. That lunatic Doflamingo! Who does he think he is taking advantage of these poor innocent souls and turning them into war machines? A baby! He hired a baby for crying out loud! 

And Law, oh poor little Trafalgar Law. All the stories I heard about how the government slaughtered his family and destroyed his town just because they had a fatal disease. It wasn’t even contagious but of course, they couldn’t admit that they let them mine the white lead for so long so they could just sit on their asses and make a profit.

I came up with a plan to escape with the children, but I was going to need help. I bit the bullet and asked none other than my arch-nemesis, Corazon, to meet me at the hidden cave so I could explain it to him. I still hated him, but he was unfortunately the only other person I could trust. Or at least I thought so…

[blond3ang3l]

Doffy is a very very nasty man. A “trying it once won’t kill me” type of man🙂‍↕️

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He has soft moments but he loves very sloppy and rough sex with you. He loves to see your makeup and tears running down your face. You’re a whiney and stuttering mess after all the times he’s made you cum. It has to be at least three before you could even think about him actually fucking you. He loves to see you squirt just from him eating you out. Making a mess all over his pierced tongue just for him to go right back at it.

He’s even worse when he’s punishing you and making you ride him. He only warns you once when you’re getting a little tough with him like he’s not your nigga. You’re begging for him to fuck into you, how you can’t cum without his help. He knows this, hell he trained your mind so you thought you couldn’t cum without him. His tatted hand was wrapped around your throat to keep you up since you kept trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck. His other hand was groping your marked chest that was absolutely covered in hickeys cause of him. Both his hands slid down to grab your ass, massaging the fat before landing a harsh smack.

“Aww you need my help right baby? Well that’s too bad. We’re gonna keep going until one of us cum, and I guarantee it won’t be you.”

I love hard dom Doffy 😣

[blond3ang3l]

Doffy is a girl dad that has one baby girl and three older sons. His daughter would be the baby of the of his family. All his kids would be like closer in age. Like when his little girl is born his oldest son is around then and then eight and then five. All his kids were naturally energetic like him, all of them in some type of sport or activity. The eldest kid is just like you though. Even down to the mannerisms, the side eyes you sometimes give people unknowingly is the worst habit he got. The middle two kids are just like Doffy, literally his twins down to the ray they try to get you to dress them like him. Baby girl is a mix of both of you but leaning more towards you. She takes more after your style and accent but personality wise is all Doffy.

[blond3ang3l]

Doffy would be the insane bf ever. Stares niggas tf down when you guys are out. He don’t need no one getting no ideas when you guys are out. It’s not like anyone would ever approach you when you’re out with his big ass anyways. He’s too intimidating for all of that. Not only that but he no doubts stay strapped too. He is so nosey too. The type to look over your shoulder when you’re texting. He ain’t worried about you texting about another man, his ass be tryna know what you be talking about in them fucking group chats. His ass be wanting to know all the drama, he eats that shit up so bad. And he hates it when he hates it when he has to leave for fights because he don’t trust niggas to not try you when he out at training and shit. Has Crocodile take care of you when he can’t. He just wants his baby to be safe at all times.

[blond3ang3l]

Doffy is just on my mind so heavy tonight, pure self indulgent headcanons😖

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He would just be so damn sexy and I know it. Y’all as shit, fucking spends a bunch of time in the gym, and I just know this nigga is the type to have blonde locs. He loves him some tattoos too. His first one was probably a dumbass neck tat. He wanted something he could show off. I just know he would have his name tatted on him too. Probably like on his bicep when he flexed. Or his chest honestly, I could see him having it in cursive right above his collar bone. He would one hundred percent have grills, specifically bottom ones. Pansexual Doffy supremacy!

Could totally see him being like a boxer or doing like cage fights. All about quick money, and his ass just wants an excuse to fight too. This is Doffy I’m talking about so of course he’s dabbling in illegal shit like moving drugs and shit. I wouldn’t say king pin but he’s definitely known around the city. He’s not very liked but he’s known. Him being him he’s definitely been arrested..several times. They never send him to jail tho so🤷🏽‍♀️. And the charges vary on stupid shit, mostly him getting into fights in public.

Meeting him at a party is most likely how it would go. Literally on the way out the door and his big is watching you from across the room. Lord don’t let him know a friend of your cause his crazy is all up on them the next day askin question about you. He asks (forces) them for your insta. He don’t give a fuck, going through all your pictures including the old ones that you don’t even look like no more. Waste no time dm’ing you and to no one’s surprise you answer back in like two minutes. Once you did that it was wraps for you, you just didn’t know it. Any nigga before him? Say goodbye to the asses cause he’s gonna be damned before you think you’re being with anyone that’s not him.

Not even remember exactly when the relationship actually started. You guys just texted everyday from the minute he dmed you and next thing you know you’re with him in his crib. Lying on his couch, his big thighs spread apart while you were perched between them. A leg around his waist and both his large hands on your ass. He’s like the meaning of fuck boy turned lover boy. That man was a WHORE, beforehand. It was a one or done situation when you told him you did not do situationships. Something serious or nothing at all. It didn’t take him to even get your name tatted right on his right pec. Mans is soft for you.

I’m not saying he’s a good man, but he’s definitely my man.

And @gayaristocrat man too

[blond3ang3l]

Honey this is a black man, Donquixote Durrell DeAndre Doflamingo, and I don’t care what NOBODY say. Don’t let that light skin fool you, black people got light skin too so…..imma sleep peaceful tonight knowing imma be dreaming about being in the kitchen cooking meals for this BLACK man right here.😴

SPEAK THE FUCKING TRUTH. Like look at his name, that’s proof enough. That is a black man and I will not shut up about it. He just a little lightskin and get it from his mama😒

That is my nigga fr. Totally see him as a boxer or some shit, his ass stay fighting. Blonde locs, all tall and shit. Tattoos galore omg. His own name tattooed on his bicep cause he’s a cocky prick.

I love him

[heartfeltcierra]

Heartfelt Cierra's One Piece Masterlist

Plus Sized Reader NSFW Fluff/SFW Hurt/Comfort Series Angst

♡ Kid X Insecure Plus Sized Reader

♡ Sabo X Insecure Plus Sized Reader

♡ Marco X Plus Sized Reader

♡ Ace X Plus Sized Reader

♡ Portgas D. Ace X Female Marine Captain Reader

♡ Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader NSFW

♡ Donquixote Doflamingo X Female Reader pt 1 NSFW Modern Office AU Pt. 2 Pt.3

♡ Corazon X Reader NSFW Modern AU

♡ Marco X Reader NSFW Modern AU

♡ Marco X Reader X Ace Modern Office AU

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

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 2 (Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bartolomeo, Sabo and Law)

♡ Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt. 3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

♡ Marco X Reader Comfort

♡ Law taking care of sick Y/N

♡ Marco X Rabbit Hybrid Reader

♡ Ace X Reader

♡ Sabo X Reader

♡ Dude where's my submarine? Isekaied Law X Female Reader One Two Three

♡ Corazon X Reader

[nekomacheercaptain]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Welcome to Cheer's Kinktober 2024! ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Hi!! I am so excited for this year’s Kinktober and hope I’ll be able to follow through! (This is pure self-indulgence, as you can see by the characters I've chosen lol) I hope you enjoy it as well! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Day 1 - October 1st

Voyeurism - Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante x fem! plus sized reader

To recruit a new business partner with a curious kink, Doflamingo allows his brother to have you for the night. His brother that's been trying to get rid of you since he first laid eyes on you.

Day 2 - October 5th

Shower sex - Koganegawa Kanji x fem! reader

Koganegawa is a player loved by many, yet has never experienced the love of a groupie. Until you catch his eye.

Day 3 - X (postponed)

Lazy sex - Trafalgar Law x fem! reader

After meeting again on Zou, your relationship is different. On your journey to Wano, Law has to learn how to let you into his heart properly.

Day 4 - October X (postponed)

Body worship - Jean Kirstein x fem! reader

For all you know, it's your very last night alive together - and you make the best of that.

Day 5 - October 19th

Forced proximity - Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

Zoro thought it would be fun to go on a hike in the snowy mountains, saying something about "needing firewood". You, for some reason, didn't question him when he took the lead?? Oh no... what are two people supposed to do to keep warm when they are lost in the cold?

Day 6 - X (postponed)

Cockwarming - Halsin x fem! reader

Terrible focus and a brain that never shuts the hell up can lead to... some frustration. Luckily Halsin is patient... but he also likes to tease ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Day 7 - X (postponed)

Praise kink - Reiner Braun x fem! plus sized reader

We all know how poor mental health can affect our bodies, so it's no shock Reiner, in particular, struggles. But as bad as he feels about his body not cooperating with him, it's important to have a partner that knows sex isn't just about penetration. In other words, Reiner learns what real intimacy is.

Day 8 - X (postponed)

Threesome - Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader x Bokuto Koutarou

Being sandwiched between them would be so amazing, so I had to write about it. That's it, that's the summary.

[hierophant-meme]

Masquerading Hearts

Corazón x Reader

Part 1- A Mystery Beneath the Makeup

Read part 2 here | Masterlist

Notes

I started writing this as a bigger piece but I need to figure out some lore first. Some of the snippets I am publishing have been edited to make sense as standalone pieces but there is still a story going on overall.

Once I get everything sorted out, I will post it as one whole piece on AO3 once I figure out how to use it.

Content contains: first-person POV, no y/n, slowburn

Reader is: Short, plus-sized, insecure

Summary: After a distressful day, you seek out your favorite hiding spot only to have it discovered by none other than your bully (and your favorite person to bully), Corazón. However, that may change soon after.

A year had passed since the day I became a member of the Donquixote Pirates. Corazón, my commander, was still as clumsy and mysterious as ever. And as annoying as ever. Even though I wasn’t a child, he kept throwing me around like one, but with the help of Baby 5 & Buffalo, I’d always gotten back at him for it. Doflamingo, my captain, had taken me in because I had nowhere else to go. He also wanted to help me train my devil fruit powers. I had eaten it not knowing what a devil fruit was. I just stole it from some pirates because I was starving. 

When I first met Doffy, I activated my powers in sheer fright, but haven’t been able to do so since. We hadn’t found a breakthrough yet, but he was persistent. He wouldn’t even tell me what its name was cause it would supposedly compromise our location and its abilities could be misused. He was beginning to grow frustrated with me, but felt I still had potential. That’s why he unofficially appointed me as the babysitter, which I didn’t mind. I liked it better than doing the captain’s dirty work, but I still felt like a failure. 

I’m glad that I found a family that didn’t try to get rid of me, but my self-esteem here got way worse. Being surrounded by so many cool people with amazing powers they could improve over time made me feel worthless. I felt like I had to work ten times harder to feel like I’d made any progress. When everyone was asleep or doing their own thing, I would sometimes sneak off and do some of my own training. I couldn’t stop until I had perfected my moves which took months most of the time. 

While I still held a grudge against Cora for treating me like he did, I couldn’t help but admire him. He was the only family member who didn’t have powers and was an uncoordinated mess but he still accomplished his tasks despite that.

Being overweight and short was not ideal, although at least not being as tall gave me some advantages. Even if I would never be able to look intimidating, when we couldn’t take the kids on missions I would be the one to slip through security without anyone noticing. I could also hide behind things a lot easier than the others. Yet, even with all the reassurance from the other members and what I could help with, I still felt like a hindrance to them.

I also couldn’t help but feel connected to him. We would be the only two who would make mistakes during missions. Doffy would scold us, as one would expect, yet Cora always seemed to move on from it. Perhaps it was because he didn’t talk, but it looks like he didn’t let things get to him. I wanted to be like that, too, but I had no idea where to begin. One small mistake I made would replay in my mind for weeks. It was difficult, but whenever I had the chance, I would sneak off and find a place where no one could hear me cry. 

Today would be different, however. Doflamingo hadn’t sent me on any missions and Giolla was taking care of the children today. She noticed how distressed I’d become and suggested that I go on a walk. Immediately, I knew what I set off to my small little cave at the island’s eastern edge. It was hidden by many trees but had a clear view of the ocean. I found this spot about 6 months ago when I was planning to escape, but couldn’t bring myself to do so because I didn’t want to leave the kids. I found the cave, cried it out, then returned to the hideout. I was sure no one else would ever know of its existence. 

I sat down, buried my head in my knees, and all my tears gushed out. I decided to shift my position about five minutes later to a more comfortable one when I was startled by the presence of another human.

“AH!!!” I calmed down when I saw who it was. “My gods, Cora. You scared the shit out of me! And what the hell’re doing here? I thought you went on a mission with the others.”

He takes out his notebook and writes:

“Finished early. Was gonna take a walk then saw u.”

“Is anyone else with you?”

He shakes his head.

“So much for my secret hideout. How long were you standing there?”

“3 minutes” Corazón signs which is rare as no one in the family knew sign language. He would, however, teach us common words and phrases whenever he got the chance.

“Dammit, Cora. You shoulda said something. Now you know how much of a crybaby I am.” I say with a slight chuckle while rubbing my eyes.

He shrugs and mouths out the word “sorry” and then points to the spot next to me.

“You wanna sit here?”

He nods, I invite him in, and he walks over. Before he can sit down, he naturally takes his mandatory tumble. I usually laugh and call him names, but not this time.

“You okay? Ya need help?”

He shakes his head and composes himself. The tall, blond goofball takes a lighter and cigarette out. Before he lights it, he brings it to his lips and mouths out, “Are you okay?”

I shake my head and point to his burning feather coat. I laugh as he tries to put it out with his hand but then winces at how hot it is. He takes it off, sets it on the damp ground, and finally stamps out the flames. I watch intently as he shakes it off and then kneels beside me. The black-feathered coat that should’ve been reduced to ashes by now was gently placed on my shoulders.

Bewildered, I look over at him. He successfully sits down and removes his signature dark red hat. The sunset shines a shred of light into the cave and onto his face. It made his hair look shinier than any piece of gold in a pirate’s treasure chest. With his first cigarette lost to the dark floor of the cave, he reaches into his pockets for another one. The cigarette is carefully placed between his teeth with one hand and then uses the other to bring the flame of his lighter to it. A puff of smoke fills the small space. Usually, I’d be exaggeratingly coughing to let him know how much I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, but the sunshine highlighting his face had me in a trance. The way the colors of the blue face paint and red lipstick extended to his cheek blended together in the presence of the sun’s rays made him look like some kind of painting displayed on the walls of an ultra-classy museum. He was always quite frightening to look at, but at this moment, he looked inviting. 

As expected, he didn’t say a word, but neither did I. We just looked out at the crashing waves in silence. My thoughts were silent, too. No words were exchanged, but we had a mutual understanding. I knew at that instant that I could trust him. My worries disappeared knowing that I probably wasn’t completely alone in how I felt.

We sat there for almost half an hour before he put his hat back on and got up. Corazón took his coat off my back and held out a hand to help me up. He signaled for me to follow him and we headed to the hideout. My thoughts focused on the tall klutz next to me. After almost a year of using me as one of his three human dodgeballs (I’m surprised he didn’t do the same to little Dellinger) and not giving me much attention, why would he perform such a gesture now? Was there more going on in his brain than everyone thought? I think he might just be more mysterious than my devil fruit.