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Can you write something with Shanks who drank alcohol with an aphrodisiac in it without knowing so hes really needy and weak and whiny for you to please fuck him because he cant get off properly without you (male reader)

im working on it :)

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crocodile is such a daddy🤤 hed spoil you and buy you tons of gifts including pretty lingerie he makes you wear while you thank him💦

crocodile really likes the color gold on you, and coincidentally, lots of jewelry is made out of gold :)

hes your sugar daddy, except he doesn't ask for anything in return, he just takes it, bending you over every surface he can reach and fucking you right there.

he never cares if one of his gifts gets dirty, if its ruined and you want another one, he'll just buy you a brand new one.

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plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplssssssssss tying up shanks and wrecking his pussy nonstop until hes crying any half conscious and babbling begging you to slow down and have mercy 😈

holy shit, shanks is so pretty when he begs.

he's face first in his pillow crying out unintelligibly as his one hand scrabbles to get purchase on you to try and slow you down, but you just fuck him harder.

"Sunshine please slow down-"

"I cant take it anymore baby, your ruining me."

he says he wants you to stop, but every time you pull out his pussy just sucks you back in.

"I cant pull out, my captain's pussy is too greedy."

calling him needy and a whore while you pull him back on your cock.

if you grind your cock in deep, like you're trying to fuck his womb, his moans will get all whiny, and he'll go all limp into the mattress, and when he finally cums, he'll squirt all over you and the bed.

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I cant shake this idea out of my head while listening to music lol

What if reader is a popular singer/star and Doffy is publicly spreading news about his and readers alleged relationship, so reader released a music titled "obsessed" by Mariah Carey. I would loveeee to see Doffys reaction lol

Btw, love your works 💗

Reader cab be in any gender, Thankyou!

thank you so much :) this is super rushed and not edited at all. I had fun making doffy out to be a pathetic loser, part of me wanted to make him stalkerish, but I didn't feel like writing a whole fic, so here's this little drabble.

the reader has no gender

He didn't know what to call it, the sinking feeling in his chest every time he heard your voice, heard your name, saw your face. He couldn't find a good name for how utterly lonely you made him feel. Doflamingo knew he was obsessed, he loved you, he couldn't stop thinking about you, he needed you. 

He knew he looked dumb, spending hours watching youtube tutorials on how to photoshop like a pro, just so he could convince his poor mother and father that he had found ‘the one’. If only they knew you had no idea who he was, that the only thing he was holding at night was your photo. It doesn't matter if he didn't have you now, he knew he'd have you in the future, you were bound to be his, Doflamingo could feel it, and he'd wait for you, no matter how long it took and no matter how lonely he got. 

He was dedicated, using his inherited wealth to buy your albums, merchandise, anything you sold, no matter who was the target audience, Doflamingo bought it and cherished it. He's probably spent over thousands of dollars on you by now, fantasizing that it was his money that bought you that pretty new outfit, or that bag, or your new car. He couldn't help himself, could never stop himself from stalking your socials, compulsively hoarding your photos, sending you designer things, in hopes you’d read his messages and respond. 

His parents were convinced you two were a thing, so proud of their son for getting such a pretty partner, always bothering him about you coming to dinner, getting married, and giving them grandkids. His mom was especially proud, posting on her facebook about the two of you, bragging to all of her friends about her son's special new partner. Rosinante on the other hand saw right through his brother's lies, in the beginning it was harmless, innocent little lies to skip out on family functions, or holidays. Then it started to get annoying, the pictures were weird enough, but the lies had been going on so long now, their mother would start asking him about any boyfriends or girlfriends, she’d even compare him to his brother. “Roci dear, when are you going to settle down with a nice boy or girl like your brother?” She’d ask, looking all innocent, while Doflamingo sat a few feet away suddenly looking a little pale.

He doesn't outright tell his parents that doffy’s lying, instead he leaves little (big) hints, like teaching his mom how to use instagram, and adding you and doffy as her friends. He lets his mom find out for herself that your profile does not mention her son at all, in fact, your profile says you’re dating someone completely different. At first she’s horrified, thinking you’re cheating, and she stirs the pot, leaving comments on your posts, asking if you were cheating on her son. And before anyone realizes, you have a full blown cheating scandal on your hands with a man you’ve never met. The media is all over you, criticizing you, spreading ridiculous rumors. Your real partner is understandably horrified, and ends up leaving you. 

Doflamingo is also very horrified, and embarrassed. He has no idea what happened, how did this blow up so fast? He feels sick, as he scrolls social media, he started a scandal without even meaning to, ruining both of your reputations. It's easy for doffy to ignore the hate directed at him, but when it's meant for you, he's enraged. This is his fault, why are people hating on you? 

When his phone pings with a notification saying you’ve released a new single, his heart drops when he reads the title. As he listens to the song, part of him is excited that you’ve recognized him, but another part is upset that you don't reciprocate his feelings. He's done so much for you and his mom just had to go and blow up this whole situation, you’re supposed to love him.

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Dancing with The Devil 🔞

This had an alternate title, Not like in the Movies, but I thought this one was better.

Pairing - Doflamingo x FTM Reader TW - Princess used once, good boy, pretty boy, pussy, cunt, slut, brat, kid, cross dressing, implied feminization from doflamingo

Description - All of these eyes on you, people who know you in passing, you think. Your face burns bright red, but it's not from the exertion, you're not sure you've ever felt this horny in your life.

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The streets are fairly empty at this time of day, it's early morning and the sun has just started to rise. If people aren't already awake, they’re waking up now. There’s a group of boys gathered around a bus stop at the corner, the few who were lucky enough to sit on the bench are completely passed out, while the rest that were left standing are engaged in lazy conversation, trying to keep themselves from falling asleep standing.

The boys perk up as you run past, the few who recognize you whistle and catcall, before turning to their friends to point and laugh. If you had any time, you’d gladly kick those grins off their faces, but you’re incredibly late already and don't want to incur the wrath of Doflamingo, who’d given you strict instructions to meet him at a catholic church near where he lived. You’ve always prided yourself on being able to get out of any situation you put your mind to, no matter what it was, or who was involved. But any time that perverted bastard Doflamingo was involved, your brains turned to mush and you always ended up entertaining whatever stupid perverted thing he wanted to try. 

Today, Doflamingo barged into your apartment bright and early with no warning. He had been brash and impatient as always, but today it felt different, like he wasn’t telling you something. He didn't let you question him, Doflamingo never has the patience for that, and you suppose you should have learned that by now, but you’re known to be brash as well.

You didn't know the full extent as to what you agreed to before he left. When your door slammed shut and you were finally alone with this stupid outfit, you realized that the dumb asshole was going to make you walk to some church you’ve never been to in your life while wearing a girls school uniform. You spent the first hour with your mind made up that you weren't going to go and you were just going to stand him up, but when he called you all angry and mean-sounding, your mouth grew a mind of its own and lied, digging you further into your mess by telling him you were almost there.

Thankfully Doflamingo didn't replace the uniform skirt with anything shorter, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. The skirt stopped only a few inches above your knee length socks, but the skirt wasn't the end. The blouse was purposefully missing a few of the top buttons, leaving your collarbone and some of your chest exposed. As tame as it was, leaving the house dressed as a girl made you feel like some kind of slut. This was unbelievable, you’d never be caught dead doing something like this on your own, but there's something about Doflamingo that always makes you want to do anything he asks no matter how embarrassing.

All of these eyes on you, people who know you in passing, you think. Your face burns bright red, but it's not from the exertion, you're not sure you've ever felt this horny in your life. You’ve worn plenty of womens underwear before, sometimes even out in public with it hidden under your usual clothes, but that feeling doesn't compare to this. Crossdressing in public is a whole new thrill you think you’ve already become addicted to.

With how much you’ve been leaking, you’re sure that your panties are completely soaked, the slick smearing on the insides of your thighs and making a bigger mess as you run. You can't think about that though, as the church you were supposed to be at hours ago starts coming into view. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be any cars in the parking lot, meaning you and Doflamingo would be alone. But knowing him, you’re sure he's got to be planning something.

As you get closer the heavy feeling in your chest worsens and once you reach the steps of the church, you stumble to a halt. Something doesn't feel right about this place, Doflamingo’s car isn't anywhere around. If you were any dumber, you’d think Doflamingo got pissed and left, maybe he went back to your place and was waiting there for you- CRACK!- your head snaps up as the wood sign sat out on the top of the stairs snaps shut by itself and tumbles down the steps, narrowly missing your feet as it falls face first onto the gravel. Written on the back of the sign, in big, bold letters, read; Took you long enough. An electric chill runs up your spine- what the fuck? You look around but find no one, except an intense feeling of someone watching you.

Doffy must be playing with you- you reason, trying to get your anxiety to calm down, but no matter how many times you tell yourself it's that asshole, you only get more and more anxious. You take one last look around before hesitantly pushing forward. The first few steps are agony, it feels like any second you’ll drop dead from a heart attack, but you don't, and you make it to the top of the stairs.

You reach for the door but pause, only inches away from the handle when the door thunks before slowly creaking open on its own. What are the odds that this church is haunted, you try laughing off your nervousness and peek your head in to see if Doffy was around. There's nobody, the church is empty. You take a tentative step forward, the toe of your shoe barely crossing into the church- but you stop. There's a warm breath on your neck, chills run up your entire body, and your heart thumps up into your throat. 

Ever so slowly you turn, praying to yourself that there's no one there. There is- as soon as your brain processes that there's someone standing behind you, towering over you, you screech and jump into the church only to slip and fall on your ass. Fuck- you’re one of those horror movie bimbos, you’re gonna die- you dont want to die. You sit on the floor with your eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the pain you’re sure was coming, but nothing happens. As you start to slowly open your eyes, you hear the recognizable, obnoxious laughter of Doflamingo.

Once you realize who it is, your eyes fly open and you gawk up at him- WHO THE HELL DOES THIS GUY THINK HE IS!? Your brows furrow, and before he can take his next breath, you jump to your feet and slap his arm, “What the hell is wrong with you, asshole?!” You exclaim, sounding a little out of breath. Your hands are shaky and your heart feels like it's trying to beat out of your chest, but thankfully it was just him.

Doflamingo snorts and rubs his arm where you hit him, you aren't sure if your slap actually hurt, or if he's just messing with you, and you can't find it in yourself to give the action any more thought. “Don't laugh, you almost gave me a heart attack! There’s seriously something wrong with you.” Anger replaces the fear in your body, bubbling up in your chest along with embarrassment that puts color in your cheeks. You hit him again, this time by punching his side a little harder than the first and you’re rewarded with a grunt. 

He reaches out and grabs your wrist, before you could fully retract it. “What’s wrong with me, huh?” He grins, all teeth and dangerous. You can't see his eyes from behind his glasses, but his brows are furrowed and he looks annoyed. Shit, this is worse than ghosts or murderers- the anger in your chest drains, only for the hole it leaves to once again fill with fear. “What’s wrong with you?” He leans down, his grin morphing into a sneer, “I- I don't know what you mean…” You stutter pathetically, only for him to cut you off by leaning in, leveling your eyes.

His breath smells like mint and something else you can’t place, ��-Thought you stood me up, brat.” He growls and stands back up, using his grip on your wrist to drag you further into the church. You don't register the door falling shut, too preoccupied in scrambling after Doflamingo, so his tight grip on your wrist won't break your arm. Once close enough to the row of pews closest to the door, he shoves you down on it, splaying you down along the length of the bench.

“You think it's funny? Huh?” Doflamingo glares down at you, but you catch his eyes trailing over your clothes, his gaze turning hungry. The attention is overwhelming, and unconsciously you close your legs and pull the skirt down further, only for Doflamingo to lean in close and grab your wrist, “I thought I told you not to waste my time, stupid brat.” He sneers, breath hot on the side of your face as he moves your arms away from your skirt and over your head.

He easily keeps your wrists pinned with one hand, the sheer difference in sizes alone gets you salivating- you can't do this, he's too much- this is too much, your voice feels caught in your throat, unable to talk back, to fight him. “You’ve made me wait long enough.” He grunts, trying to keep you in place despite the awkward position he’s at. “You got a deathwish, brat?” He lets go of your wrists, but your relief doesn't last, when he lifts you up.

You yelp and squirm in his hold, but he doesn't let go, instead, he sits on the pew and sets you on his lap. The new position makes it harder to close your thighs, and Doflamingo has more access to your face, which he takes advantage of and leans down closer to kiss you. “Let go- bastard.” Your face burns red when his lips plant on your cheek instead of where he was aiming, and no matter how hard you squirm, you can't get out of his hold.

Getting out doesn't matter though, you didn't want to leave, you never wanted to get off his lap.Doflamingo seems to recognize this immediately and grins against your cheek, before indulging you and trailing hot kisses to your jaw, your pussy throbs and all of your anger drains immediately. Damn- you forgot how horny you were, Doflamingo nips your earlobe, and your hips jerk to life, rubbing your cunt against the bulge in his disgustingly white slacks. Doflamingo’s teasing falters when he realizes what you’re up to, he pauses and looks down, you try to stop, but it's too late. He bursts out laughing and lets go of your wrists so he can hold your hips with both of his hands.

“You’re such a slutty little brat.” He snickers, looking delighted as his hands pull your hips back and forth over his bulge, “That really all it took, kid?” He leans in, licking up your earlobe, just to see you shiver. Once you do, you’re rewarded by Doflamingo kissing down your neck, and then all of the way back up to your ear. It’s an odd display of tenderness, Doflamingo kisses over your ear, the act itself is enough to send a shiver down your spine, but he doesn't stop there. Doflamingo persists, kissing all of the way across the length of your ear to get to the back of it, where he latches onto the soft skin of your neck, right under your earlobe, and sucks a hickey into the skin there.

You short circuit- what the fuck, what the fuck did he do that for? A strained whimper escapes your throat and you feel him grin against your neck before you hear his chuckle. “Thought i was gonna have to take what i wanted by force, looks like you’ll just hand it to me, won't you, Princess?” You flinch at the nickname, hating the way it made your stomach flutter, before the rest of what he said settles into your mind. Take what he wanted by force? Your face goes crimson and your cunt throbs heavily, the thought of Doflamingo bending you over the pew, or shoving you onto the floor and fucking into you like an animal, clouds your mind.

Doflamingo chuckles again, “You like that, huh brat.” You stiffen up, but Doflamingo keeps pulling your hips, rubbing your cunt up against his slacks. “I can feel your cunt throb, don't even think about trying to lie to me.” You shiver and your hole tightens up in response, one of his hands part from your hip and he trails his fingers lightly down your thigh, tracing the bend of your knee to where your skirt ends. He grabs the hem and wrestles with your legs to get it pushed up to your hips, exposing the black lace panties you’d put on. Doflamingo groans, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest, he didn't even ask you to wear underwear, you had done this of your own volition and the pervert couldn't be happier. “Such a good boy, you think about me when you put these on?” He forces you to look up at him as he tucks the front of your skirt into its waistband to keep it from falling, “You like wearing panties, pretty boy?” He grins wide, showing off the points of his teeth, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from you.

When you don't answer immediately Doflamingo frowns, “Did you not hear me right? I asked you a question.” He furrows his brows and watches you from behind his annoying glasses. You hesitate and purse your lips, if you answered, maybe he’d go easier on you, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed. “Yeah-” Your voice cracks and comes out too breathy for your liking, but there's no going back now. “Yeah, I like wearing panties.” You finish pathetically, Doflamingo’s frown turns back to a wide grin as he chuckles. 

“That's what I thought, brat.” He lets go of the skirt and before you could take your next breath, Doflamingo’s thumb runs up the center of your panties. You keen and your hips lurch forward almost violently, he doesn't let you breathe, much less recover before he's doing it again, putting more pressure when he drags the pad of his thumb up the seam of your cunt. You whine and fuck your clit up against his thumb, but your writhing is useless because he pulls away before you can do anything. He laughs at the pathetic expression on your face and brings his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb slides along your lips, asking- telling you to open up. You do, and he slides his thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, hard enough to get your eyelids fluttering and your hips grinding against him.

“Such a desperate little slut, huh?” He grins sadistically while pushing his thumb further back into your mouth. The pressure moving to the back of your tongue makes you gag, but he keeps it up, liking the faces you make. “Look at you, I could do anything to you and you’d get off on it.” He leers down at you and licks his lips, “I bet you’re just dying to get my cock, huh brat.” His thumb sits, almost at the back of your throat, paused and light, caressing the center of your tongue like he was waiting for you to answer him. 

Your pussy throbs, hole clenching around the idea of him, it spurs you to nod, and his grin widens, “Yesh” You slur around his thumb, he falters, you catch his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows before tutting. “You should really know better than to talk with your mouth full.” He chides, fishing to get you glowering at him. “Such a mean thing, too bad you’re so pretty. Maybe I really should teach you your manners.” His thumb glides further, pushing as far back into your throat as it can. He works you through another gag, his cock twitching under you at the complacent look that takes over your face, and when you inevitably start drooling around his thumb, “That's it, make a mess brat. I'll just make you clean it up later-” You shudder at his words, and his other hand forces you to keep rocking against him.

Your lashes flutter, and your eyes roll back into your head,giving into his urging easily. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, and your head falls against his shoulder, making him chuckle, “So needy for it, maybe I should just let you take what you want, hm?” He tilts his head, staring at you from behind his frames, “Make you work for it.” You turn your face into his neck, lips puckering to press a ghost of a kiss against his skin, just as his mouth opens to say something, the doors to the church creak open loudly, you jump up off his lap, worming out of his grip to dash from the church. You bump shoulders with a shocked graying man, nearly knocking him down the stairs in your haste, but the only thought in your head was getting out of there.

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2,892 Words

Published on AO3

I'm currently looking for beta readers. If you're interested, please message me. Thank you.

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part two will be out the 22nd, I hope. If I put it up on ao3 first, I'll post the link here so you can read it before I post it here

Help me with Not Like in the Movies.

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i wanna suck rayleighs dick so fucking bad you have no idea

🫡lmk if you want a different reader type

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OH MY GOD.

humiliating shanks. at first hes not into it, but bring out the strap and call him a dumb slut and hes all for it!

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Shanks loves being degraded, he likes being called dumb, and slutty, and a whore. coupled with you fucking him, he's in heaven.

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the things i want to do to zoro 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

i wanna tie him up with a pretty pink ribbon and leave him stuffed full of my cum and a vibrator until hes crying and cant cum anymore

Poor mossball :(

He'd be so embarrassed, as time goes on, his face would get more and more red, until his blush has moved to his ears and down his neck. He'd be mortified when he learns that he cant escape from the ropes, retort dying on his tongue when he realizes your knots are actually really well tied. He'd be even more embarrassed by that, grinding his teeth, and red all of the way down to his nipples.

If its up in the crows nest where you both know you wont be bothered, he's easily coaxed into relaxing. But if its anywhere else, or worse, not on the ship, he's bitching at you to untie him the entire time, heartbeat thundering in his ears as he prays no one discovers him like this.

He's forgotten all about being angry by the time you're buried inside of him, as you fuck him, all he can think about is your cum. At first he's aggravated by not being able to touch you, but as the night progresses, it just makes him horny, you have full control over him in ways he's never imagined before.

when you leave him there tied up, stuffed full, with a vibrator plugging it all in him. He can't form half of a coherent thought, he's drooling and crying and begging you to stop, but he really doesn't want it to end. He freaks out a little when you try to leave, the thought of being helpless and exposed, with no one around to shield him or untie him if he needs it, is actually distressing, so he'd probably force you to stay with him.

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weird pervert doffy😫🥺

weird pervert doffy🫢

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Help me with Not Like in the Movies.

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Not Like in the Movies.

Pairing - Doflamingo x FTM reader Part - 1 Description - All of these eyes on you, people who know you in passing, you think. Your face burns bright red, but it's not from the exertion, you're not sure you've ever felt this horny in your life. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\

The streets are fairly empty at this time of day, it's early morning and the sun has just started to rise. If people aren't already awake, they’re waking up now. There’s a group of boys gathered around a bus stop at the corner, the few who were lucky enough to sit on the bench are completely passed out, while the rest that were left standing are engaged in lazy conversation, trying to keep themselves from falling asleep standing.

The boys perk up as you run past, the few who recognize you whistle and catcall, before turning to their friends to point and laugh. If you had any time, you’d gladly kick those grins off their faces, but you’re incredibly late already and don't want to incur the wrath of Doflamingo, who’d given you strict instructions to meet him at a catholic church near where he lived. You’ve always prided yourself on being able to get out of any situation you put your mind to, no matter what it was, or who was involved. But any time that perverted bastard Doflamingo was involved, your brains turned to mush and you always ended up entertaining whatever stupid perverted thing he wanted to try. 

Today, Doflamingo barged into your apartment bright and early with no warning. He had been brash and impatient as always, but today it felt different, like he wasn’t telling you something. He didn't let you question him, Doflamingo never has the patience for that, and you suppose you should have learned that by now, but you’re known to be brash as well.

You didn't know the full extent as to what you agreed to before he left. When your door slammed shut and you were finally alone with this stupid outfit, you realized that the dumb asshole was going to make you walk to some church you’ve never been to in your life while wearing a girls school uniform. You spent the first hour with your mind made up that you weren't going to go and you were just going to stand him up, but when he called you all angry and mean-sounding, your mouth grew a mind of its own and lied, digging you further into your mess by telling him you were almost there.

Thankfully Doflamingo didn't replace the uniform skirt with anything shorter, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. The skirt stopped only a few inches above your knee length socks, but the skirt wasn't the end. The blouse was purposefully missing a few of the top buttons, leaving your collarbone and some of your chest exposed. As tame as it was, leaving the house dressed as a girl made you feel like some kind of slut. This was unbelievable, you’d never be caught dead doing something like this on your own, but there's something about Doflamingo that always makes you want to do anything he asks no matter how embarrassing.

All of these eyes on you, people who know you in passing, you think. Your face burns bright red, but it's not from the exertion, you're not sure you've ever felt this horny in your life. You’ve worn plenty of womens underwear before, sometimes even out in public with it hidden under your usual clothes, but that feeling doesn't compare to this. Crossdressing in public is a whole new thrill you think you’ve already become addicted to.

With how much you’ve been leaking, you’re sure that your panties are completely soaked, the slick smearing on the insides of your thighs and making a bigger mess as you run. You can't think about that though, as the church you were supposed to be at hours ago starts coming into view. Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be any cars in the parking lot, meaning you and Doflamingo would be alone. But knowing him, you’re sure he's got to be planning something.

As you get closer the heavy feeling in your chest worsens and once you reach the steps of the church, you stumble to a halt. Something doesn't feel right about this place, Doflamingo’s car isn't anywhere around. If you were any dumber, you’d think Doflamingo got pissed and left, maybe he went back to your place and was waiting there for you- CRACK!- your head snaps up as the wood sign sat out on the top of the stairs snaps shut by itself and tumbles down the steps, narrowly missing your feet as it falls face first onto the gravel. Written on the back of the sign, in big, bold letters, read; Took you long enough. An electric chill runs up your spine- what the fuck? You look around but find no one, except an intense feeling of someone watching you.

Doffy must be playing with you- you reason, trying to get your anxiety to calm down, but no matter how many times you tell yourself it's that asshole, you only get more and more anxious. You take one last look around before hesitantly pushing forward. The first few steps are agony, it feels like any second you’ll drop dead from a heart attack, but you don't, and you make it to the top of the stairs.

You reach for the door but pause, only inches away from the handle when the door thunks before slowly creaking open on its own. What are the odds that this church is haunted, you try laughing off your nervousness and peek your head in to see if Doffy was around. There's nobody, the church is empty. You take a tentative step forward, the toe of your shoe barely crossing into the church- but you stop. There's a warm breath on your neck, chills run up your entire body, and your heart thumps up into your throat. 

Ever so slowly you turn, praying to yourself that there's no one there. There is- as soon as your brain processes that there's someone standing behind you, no- towering over you, you screech and jump into the church only to slip and fall on your ass. Fuck- you’re one of those horror movie bimbos, you’re gonna die- you don't want to die. You sit on the floor with your eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the pain you’re sure was coming–

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I have a few ideas on where to lead this fic, but idk which one to choose, so... Vote on this Poll

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cuntboy law

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aaaaaaa doflamingo fucking me in public😖😖😖😖😖 hed be so rough and such an asshole about it🤤😖😖 but it would be sooooooooooo good

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He would be an asshole, but his favorite place to fuck is in public. He likes restaurants the most because that's where you blush the hardest. He wont let you get up, boxing you into the booth(its always a booth) and sliding his hand up your thigh, watching your face intently as you start getting redder and redder. hes such an asshole

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got some stuff brewing, just need to wait for ao3 to process my invitation >:(

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Hey, I'm koin. I write for One Piece in my spare time. I like writing for reader inserts, mainly male readers or ftm readers. but I want to try writing ships, like zolu, zosan, zolaw, and others when I have the motivation

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Masterlist

You can see my WIP's under the cut.

Pour Me a Drink - Shanks x FTM Reader - 2,770 Words > Shanks comforts the reader on their period.

Judging of the Heart Part 1 - FTM Law x FTM Reader - 1,659 Words > Law has a crush on the guy he shares a table with in the library.

Unexpected Dates - Rayleigh x FTM Reader - 0 Words > The reader sucks Rayleigh's dick.