#don quixote doflamingo

[officialmiintee]

haunting

[fanaticsnail]

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

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Word Count: 1,800+

Synopsis: You were more to him than a simple assistant. You were someone who was so explicitly his that he confided everything more than you simply knowing where he was going: but what he was going to do. What he was going to do in this very evening, was show you just how beautiful you were when you watched his fingers slip inside you in front of your bedroom vanity mirror. 

Themes: Doflamingo x afab!reader, petnames used, mdni, smut, 18+, NSFW, fingering, established relationship, mirror sex, inappropriate use of devil fruit, Doflamingo likes the sound of his own voice, coaching, bondage, body worship, praise praise praise, a little bit yandere.

Notes: For @wrennyx who successfully invaded my mind with Donquixote Doflamingo, and for @physics-of-one-piece who calculated the beautiful measurements for this terrible blonde man's fingers. Come get your man.

Serving as Doflamingo's personal assistant came with a lot of perks of the job. You had your own quarters, a sizeable wage, and a life that you had never dreamed for yourself. But for every perk, there is a hindrance in one way or another.

You assumed the hindrance was due to the fact that Donquixote Doflamingo was a man of great wealth and terrifying power, able to kill at the simple flick of his wrist or an order barely passing from his lips. Death could become you at a moments notice, and that was the risk you took when you accepted the title of handling his every notice.

Over time, you became readily prepared for all of his routine. Breakfast was handed to him silently, his itinerary was disclosed and bound in a leather and manila binder, and your intimate knowledge of his personal comings and goings became second nature to you.

What you didn't anticipate was your new employer becoming moderately obsessed with you. This great king, this terrible leader, this extremely taller, lanky man had gotten himself into a neat web of your entire life. He knew everything there was to know about you, every single detail of your life from start to now. From your ex partners, to your family, to your own schedule, to how you truly felt about him. And he liked it.

His obsession with you had now become too much to contain within himself. The need to express and scream it to your soul matching his own had become too much for bear alone.

The first time he made love to you was over breakfast, quickly flipping himself on-top of you and discarding his morning meal off the side of the bed. Sweet confessions fled his lips with the speed of a freshly fired cannon, almost as hastily as he rid you of your work clothes beneath his bed linen.

Nothing but praise fled his lips the first time. The second time, a small amount of explicit praise slipped into the mix. Talk of each part about you that he loved fled like wildfire while he rearranged your organs to the perfect mould of his cock. You were more to him than a simple assistant. You were someone who was so explicitly his that he confided everything more than you simply knowing where he was going: but what he was going to do.

What he was going to do in this very evening, was show you just how beautiful you were when you watched his fingers slip inside you in front of your bedroom vanity mirror.

Doflamingo did not attend your quarters often, but there was something that almost felt both sacred and sacrilegious of invading your space. Every part of the manor was his, but being in your space was a boundary that he chose only special occassions. This such occasion was not ‘special’ by any standards of the word, aside from the fact that he wanted to show off how truly beautiful he found you.

Otherworldly strings coiled around your knees, holding your body up and thighs butterflied out at the sides. Your body is completely bare and would be a welcome sight to anyone entering your bedroom unannounced. Shyness would've naturally overcome you at the completely stripped display of your body to onlookers, but the sensation of a lengthy, thick finger slowly disappearing into your glistening cunt held any inhibitions you normally would have experienced at a standstill.

“That's a good little dove,” he praised you from his position behind you. “That pretty pussy is sucking on my fingers so well.” You hid your face tucked into your shoulder, an action which earned you a click of the tongue and his other hand moving below your chin.

“No, no, no, little dove,” he chastised you with a larger smile drawn out over his lips, “Look into your mirror at the foot of your bed.” He coaxed your head to tilt back towards the mirror, flicking his wrist to move his strings attached to your knees up. “Look at that cunt latched onto my fingers. Watch while I find the best way to curl them up and hit that little spot in there that makes you cry out the loudest for me.”

His fingers hit a deep point bordering on discomfort before retracting them slightly and focussing on hooking them against your g-spot. Doflamingo chuckled as your back arched into his torso, laughing a little louder as a loud, melodic gasp followed by little pants fled your lips to follow his motions.

“I said ‘watch’, didn't I?” He redirected you and drew the coil tighter around your knees to pick your feet off the bed. “So watch yourself. Watch yourself get fucked by my fingers. Watch yourself while I make you scream while you squeeze me tight. Watch yourself as my thumb goes up to tap on that little, sensitive pearl on the top of your little core. Watch yourself when your feet twitch and toes curl.” Doflamingo followed through every point of his speech with action. His finger scraping and stimulating that deepest point continued bullying your g-spot while his thumb spread your slick over your glistening clit.

The slight sweat pooling at your temple, the smallest partition of your lips, the little trickle of saliva releasing from focussing on his touch, and the glassy sheen over your eyes as you concentrated on not sobbing at how truly blissed out he was making you feel was met in your reflection. The tint of rose in his glasses ricocheted the same reflection of the infinite cycle of you watching yourself getting your ecstasy clawed out of you in front of your vanity mirror in your bedroom.

“That's it,” he praised you in a soft and breathy chant, “You just keep watching me fuck you with my fingers.” He picked up his motions, causing the sloppy sound of wet plapping to reverberate in your bedroom. “This is what you think about when you fuck your own hand, isn't it? Mine in the place of yours.” He pressed the heel of his palm to the top of your crotch, raising up the flesh and exposing that peaked bud at the top of your pussy.

“I bet you even call my name when you finish by yourself,” he chuckled as he continued to disappear his finger inside your pussy, “I can hear it in those breathy little moans you're trying so hard not to express. Show me how good you sing my name for me. Let it out for me, little dove.” He sped up his motions, keeping his finger completely inside your pussy while he focussed his thumb on rubbing circles and stripes against your clit.

Your teeth clamped itself on your lower lip to suppress your whine as he continued to draw you closer to becoming lost in euphoria. The rush of flooding bliss pooled in your stomach as your legs fought against the restraints to close in a bid to hold it off.

“Nuh uh. No way,” Doflamingo laughed at you, “Struggle all you will, and bite that little lip as much as you want, but I'm going to have you make a mess of my hand when you cum, and those strings are going to keep your legs wide open while I do so.” His breath is hot in your ear as his lips ravished your neck in heavy and open mouthed kisses. The clinking of his gold earring warmed your flesh as you struggled to keep up with the way he was bringing out that restricted coil in your core.

“Say my name.” His words bit your heart as his teeth sunk briefly into your skin, “Oh, won't you? Won't you say my name, little dove? Say it, say it, say it.” He held your body hostage as you finally reached that edge you were avoiding toppling over.

“D-Doflamingo-! I'm gonna. I'm gonna-!” Your throat hitched as he made your eyes cold contact with your reflection in the mirror.

“That's it, little dove. Watch that beautiful face of yours contort so sweetly while you make a mess of my hand,” he moved his hand to claw at your face, focussing your attention on watching the reflection of his movement down against your pussy, “Fucking cum for me.”

“Oh, fuck! Ah-! I'm cumming. Doflamingo, I'm cumming!” You keened out while you watched the silvery reflection of his eyes twinkling beneath his rosy lenses. Your body met its bliss, finally feeling the sweet call of release split like lightning against his hand. Melting and convulsing against his restraints, he was relentless in forcing that release to have the entirety of the overbearing ecstasy in every pistoning motion of his fingers and thumb.

“That's my good little dove,” he praised you as you continued squeaking through each wave of bliss crashing against you like seafoam against shattering rocks, “Keep making a mess and watching that pretty face of yours. Watch the way that cunt sucks me in and doesn't let go. Look at how wet you are!” His exclaim was more gleeful than he anticipated sounding, only growing his smirk into a more genuine smile behind you.

Watching you ride his thick, large fingers caused a possessive streak to overcome his being. He removed his hand from your chin and snaked it around your waist. With one tug, he pressed your body completely flush with him while sheathing his large finger inside you. Your walls contracted around him as you rode the last trickling waves of your high, panting all the while.

“That’s my good little dove,” he praised you, pressing a soft kiss on your neck just beneath your earlobe, “Now watch it when it comes out. Watch that pussy dribble all over my hand. Look how messy you made me.”

The withdrawal was slow, steady and you let out a soft, needy whine at each torturous motion of his finger leaving you. A glistening trail of slick stuck from his finger to your pussy, the refraction of light shine in the silvered reflection. He rolled the slick over his fingertips as he hummed against your neck.

“Look how fucking wet you are, baby,” he chuckled into your skin, “Did such a good job getting all messy for me. So fucking beautiful.” He flicked his fingers attached to your stomach, immediately relinquishing the hold of the strings parting your knees.

Falling down in a heap, Doflamingo caught you completely against his form and hummed out a smitten sigh against your skin. With a soft, cheeky chuckle, Doflamingo nudged you with his forehead to draw your attention over towards him. With a soft sigh, he collected your flushed lips beneath his own and slowly mouthed at your skin.

With each swirling motion, Doflamingo continued to press his gasping and moaning lips to yours. His chin nudged yours up as his moans shifted into soft sighs to crescendo the symphony of your harmonious gasps. Breaking from your lips, he smirked down his nose at you while revealing his mischievous ruby lenses beneath the frame of his glasses.

“Ready to do this all over again on my cock, little dove?” He hummed down at you, watching as your own eyes widened up at him in shock. “What?” He clicked his tongue in feigned sympathy, “Did you think I'd be happy with hearing you sing my name just once? No way, little dove. Straddle my lap and take a seat. Your throne awaits you.”

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[mightbebobbie]

hehe. more magma doodles

[physics-of-one-piece]

English Doffy Snarky Moments in Marineford Compilation

Haha, I totally didn't make all this within 2 hours, noooo, what do you mean? Anyway, enjoy some snarky Eng Doffy. Is it perfect? No. I couldn't put emojis cus Windows version of Adobe doesn't support emojis 😭😭 which wtf Adobe, that's rude. I let his talk with the WG officer as normal mostly cus he's entirely snarky there.

Taglist: @fanaticsnail @moonbaby26 @saracrossing02 @queenmimi2817 @daydreamer-in-training

[andreawritesit]

Many people complain that the Dressrosa arc was too long and dragged out so here I present: The Dressrosa Arc - A Summary

[bobauthorman]

One Piece of the New Era

Occasionally in One Piece, the phrase "New Era" is tossed about by various characters. When the story starts, it has been 22 years since Gold Roger's legendary execution, when his final words spurred countless pirate crews to form in search of his treasure, the One Piece. This is called the "Great Pirate Era". But in the two decades since it began, no one has claimed the treasure, and the world has entered a status quo, upheld by the three Great Powers; The Navy of the World Government, the Seven Warlords of the Sea who work with them, and the Four Emperors of pirates. So, what is the New Era supposed to entail?

The first time we hear of a "new" era is in Jaya, where Bellamy tosses this out;

As far as Bellamy is concerned, the New Era is where pirates give up on immaterial goals like becoming Pirate King or pursuing dreams. Instead, they focus on regular treasures, like what pirates normally do. As the arc goes on, it becomes apparent that Bellamy is just a bully looking for a fancy rhetoric to hide behind, to the point that even Blackbeard calls him out indirectly. Luffy easily driving Bellamy's head into the boardwalk later shows just how weak this "new era" talk is.

The next time we hear of a new era, it's from Bellamy's boss, Don Quixote Doflamingo;

This is very vague, and hard to figure out, but essentially Doflamingo's version of the New Era is where the relative 'peace' established by the Three Great Powers will come crashing down, and only the truly strong and ruthless will be able to make their way. As we learn, Doflamingo has ties to both the World Government and Four Emperors as a Warlord and black market dealer, so he's in the perfect position to let the chaos unfold, safe and secure. No matter who wins, he comes out on top.

Except, he's not as safe as he thinks, which Trafalgar Law proves when he pulls the Straw Hats into his vendetta;

As Law points out, just because Doflamingo has had a good run doesn't mean he can hold onto it forever. If only the truly "daring and mighty" can survive, where does that leave the puppet-master who hid in the shadows? Nowhere. In this moment, Law trumps Doflamingo's rhetoric, and later on Luffy, who embodies the true freedom the series preaches, takes down the Celestial Demon.

And speaking of Luffy, what about his idol, Shanks?

Shanks also speaks of the New Era. From what I gather, he sees it as a changing of the guard, with new blood coming in to replace the old. He clearly sees Luffy as the bastion of the New Era, the positive aspects of it. However, he also sees the New Era being developed by Blackbeard, and tries to warn Whitebeard of the danger Teach poses. But Whitebeard was already aware of Blackbeard's threat, and his inability is a sign the old pirate is losing his place in the world...

And when Luffy's group does prevail in Wano, defeating both Kaido and Big Mom, who is there as an 'attaboy?'

You guessed it.

With all this in mind, it says a lot that in a series of inherited will, the greatest enemy is Imu, a being who is apparently immortal.

[s0lemnhypn0s]

Talleyrand forces, come down from high grounds... Looks up at high horses, "Well we're safe for now..."

And he says... "Oooh-woah-woah" ~ "It's only an omen" ~ "Oooh-woah-woah" ~ "Stay in the moment"

Is it really fanart if you want the character suffering and eventually dead? Its more like hateart, really.

Doflamingo has become an anti-comfort character (meaning he distresses me and reminds me of the people who preyed on me as a teen, and I want nothing more than for him to suffer excruciatingly. He makes me feel like that angry 14 year old boy i once was, except now hes stuck in the body of a nearly 22 year old alcoholic.), so. I have drawn him. I might be drawing him more in the future.

TO ALL MINGO FANS WHO MAY OR MAY NOT SEE THIS: behave yourselves

Art supplies used: Crayola pencils, one acrylic marker, a gelly roll, and one micron.

[dwn055]

Something I've meant to make a long time ago when I was watching Dressrossa

[akamikazae]

Wip wip ✏️

[unbeknownsttomen]

healthy fathers with promising daughters, just happy feelings all around

[thebrightestbling]

I know this is a very unpopular opinion but the only difference between Law, Corazon and Doflamingo is the fact that Doflamingo wasn't lucky enough to be saved. Sengoku saved Corazon, Corazon saved Law while Doflamingo was turned into a machine by Trebol and the others (not to mention the fact that he was raised in Marie Jois, which teaches you all the wrong things about Life).

We are also a product of our surroundings, not just genetics.

I personally feel for Doflamingo because the Anime shows that he does have empathy. He had empathy for Law and his backstory, he cares about his family and I truly believe he loved his brother a lot.

I also truly believe that Corazon never wanted to kill his brother.

Please, Oda, for the love of god, give our Heavenly Demon a chance to have some sort of redemption arc.

[officialmiintee]

thing from twt

[andaniellight]

Bloopers

[mightbebobbie]

lineart done traditionally, colored digitally!! this guy is too much fun to draw actually

[physics-of-one-piece]

“If Law ate the Op-Op Fruit, he needs to be educated in order to die for me!”

Donquixote Doflamingo (ONE PIECE #706)

[one-piece-moment-comparisons]

One Piece — "She passed out!!!"

From Volume 74 - Chapter 742 / Season 11 Episode 676. After Usopp refused to let himself abandon the naive Tontottas, he faces off against Trebol, one of Doflamingo's most trusted members. Despite his sniping skills, Usopp is no match for the snot-nosed pirate's sharpshooting. Operation SOP is truly a failure. That is, unless a miracle happens.