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Can I request doflamingo x male reader who has back pain? (Reader is a young adult)
Donquixote Doflamingo x Male reader
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I live in denial that Doffy wouldn’t be a good romantic partner, lalala I cant hear canon at all, I’m covering my ears and burying my head in the sand.
I live for secretly soft Doffy.
Doflamingo is a cruel and sadistic individual, so no one questions or is surprised when you guys start dating, even with the big age difference. With Doffy being 41 and you being somewhere around the younger side of 25.
In public I can’t see Doffy showing any weakness, which by extension also means he doesn’t show you any affection, aside from maybe pulling you into his lap and teasing you in little mean ways.
Also Doffy being, well, Doffy, he would definitely notice your back pain before you ever told him. Maybe he notices it when he’s pulling you to sit in his lap and he sees you grimace, or when he’s got his large hand resting on your back and he feels how you subconsciously lean away from his palm.
He wouldn’t say anything, at least in public, and even for a while in private. Its only if it becomes chronic backpain or gets bad enough that it would pose a threat to your safety that I can see him saying anything.
Other than that, I could see him acting in small ways that would make it easier for you. Like picking out an outfit he just must see you in, and that outfit just happens to put less strain on your back, or be tight in the right areas to lessen the pain.
Or when he’s sitting and doing paperwork in his office, just the two of you. He regularly has you in his lap, its just part of the dynamic, so you don’t question it. But hed be absentmindedly rubbing your back, and maybe pressing his knuckles into the hurting area, or massaging it with his thumb.
You also find pain medication in your things, bet it in the grand bathroom you two share, or on the bedside table. Hes probably also snuck a bottle of pills into your pocket, just in case.
It also wouldn’t be strange to start finding things that could help with the back pain, like a hot water bottle, different oils or ointments, or even a book on ways to stretch and do yoga to lessen body pains tucked into your personal bookshelf.
You would immediately know it was Doffy doing it, and when you thank him for it or just smile at him, he would act like he has no idea what you are talking about. He does appreciate the extra kisses, when you guys are in private.
If your backpains are common or constant, I could also see him subtly massaging you more thoroughly. Like when you guys are cuddling and you are laying on top of him, Doffy would be rubbing and massaging up your spine and down your legs.
It doesn’t happen without him making little comments, that you know he doesn’t fully mean. Like him making some kind of jab about him being much older than you, but you are the one with back pain.
Doffy probably also finds some way to use his strings to help you out in some subtle ways, like him grabbing stuff for you so you wont strain your back further, or him wrapping strings around your torso to give you a squeeze and maybe help loosen the pain up a bit.
You always make sure to thank him obviously. Mainly because you can tell he gets a little bashful or flushed. Not that anybody else would be able to tell, since he always just looks like himself.
But you can tell from the way his wide grin softens just a smidge, or how his brow twitches. Your biggest achievement is still after completely showering him in kisses, after he found some way to make the backpain disappear for a while, where you get a very light flush to his cheeks, and he has to turn his head away to clear his throat.
#male reader#one piece#donquixote doflamingo#doflamingo#op#one piece headcanon#one piece imagine#one piece x male reader#one piece x reader#donquixote doflamingo headcanon#donquixote doflamingo imagine#donquixote doflamingo x reader#donquixote doflamingo x male reader#doflamingo headcanon#doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x male reader#doflamingo imagine#op imagine#op headcanon#op x male reader#op x reader
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one piece smau: married to doflamingo edition
- it's all just male reader humbling doffy sorry guys (the man needs to b humbled anyway so i dont rlly see a problem)
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puppeteerdoffy: he doesn't like when i manspread for some reason i thought people thought it was hot 😕
tagged: notapuppet.[name]
notapuppet.[name]: there's nothing hot about being an inconvenience grow up
-> puppeteerdoffy: but i thought you loved everything i did :3
-> notapuppet.[name]: pls don't ever use that emoticon again. that doesn't suit you at all
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micorazon: it's a shame no one taught u manners in knowing that this is just flat out gross
-> notapuppet.[name]: i obviously chose to marry the wrong donquixote, i have many regrets in my life
-> micorazon: it's alright, affairs are always possible
-> puppeteerdoffy: rosinate, i'm gonna skewer you alive.
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baby555: calling all sigma males !!! the key to being a business tycoon, according to donquixote doflamingo himself, is being a gay man completely in love with your husband
tagged: notapuppet.[name] and puppeteerdoffy
puppeteerdoffy: he could walk me like a dog and i'd thank him
-> baby555: he already does.
pikapica: this post could singlehandedly stop the sigma male epidemic from spreading further
-> vergolikessteak: that...or make it worse
-> diadiamonte: it's definietly gonna make it worse
notapuppet[name]: the so called business tycoon's actual secret to being successful is that i'm the one managing all the business guys pls don't b fooled
-> baby555: this is also true. thank u for keeping our business afloat and away from the hands of the creep doffy <3
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-> puppeteerdoffy: now there's no need to lie and take all of the credit that isn't even yours
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puppeteerdoffy: appreciation post for him - even though he's a fucking liar <3
tagged: notapuppet.[name]
baby555: lover's quarrel for all the public to see
notapuppet.[name]: idk what that caption even means, but edit it before i die your hair black in your sleep babe
-> puppeteerdoffy: no.
-> vergolikessteak: i know his ass was shaking in fear when he typed that reply
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-> notapuppet.[name]: hold on no fucking way ur talking abt my comment on that post from yesterday??? ur done mf.
liked by micorazon, puppeteerdoffy, diadiadiamonte, and 15k others
notapuppet.[name]: the back of your head is at the front of my mind, maybe i'll crack it open just to see what's inside
tagged: puppeteerdoffy
diadiadiamonte: doffy is so fucked LMFAOOAO
trembletrebol: this sounds exactly like doffy is abt to say goodbye to his blonde hair tn
-> notapuppet.[name]: he most definitely is <3 appreciating his blonde hair one last time for u all to see
-> pikapica: it's okay he needed a change of appearane anyway
senorpinkloveshiswife: such romance!! praying for u tn doffy <3
puppeteerdoffy: thanks for the worry guys, but nothing is gonna happen to me tn.
-> notapuppet.[name]: the world will be watching my next post tmrw morning
-> puppeteerdoffy: i love you, too, my entire world. so lucky to have such a loving husband as you to keep me in check and hold me accountable
-> baby555: LMFAOOAOAO
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notapuppet.[name]: guys what do u thinkkkkk he loves itttt
tagged: puppeteerdoffy
pikapica: he looks quite pissed
dr.law: LMFAOAOAOOA BOZO GOT OWNED IN HIS FUCKING SLEEP, WHAT A FUCKING LOSERRRRRRRR!!!! thank u [name], from the bottom of my heart for humiliating this fool
-> notapuppet.[name]: no problem law <3
baby555: at least he looks less like a creep w black hair
-> notapuppet.[name]: that's what i told him, but he refused to listen to reason
puppeteerdoffy: i will repent for my sins for the rest of my life, my love
-> trembletrebol: this is definitely a dynamic you two have.
notapuppet.[name]: he looks sexier with black hair anyway idk
-> puppeteerdoffy: suddenly, i love my black hair, i should have been born with black hair, i wish i could have black hair forever.
[liked by notapuppet.[name], micorazon, and 90 others]
liked by puppeteerdoffy, baby555, and 19k others
notapuppet.[name]: i love doffy so much guys pls don't get it twisted he just needs a humbling every now and then
tagged: puppeteerdoffy
puppeteerdoffy: you're gonna make it up to me later.
pikapica: thank u for being the one to humble him, but either way, i hope u two have fun on ur resort trip!
baby555: lord knows how badly [name] needed this trip after how much doflamingo torments him. every. single. day.
-> notapuppet[name]: you always understand my struggles, i appreciate this
micorazon: have fun don't have too much sex
-> puppeteerdoffy: who do you think you're talking to ???
diadiadiamonte: enjoy your getaway trip bosses!
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puppeteerdoffy: can't wait to make him a dad
tagged: notapuppet[name]
notapuppet.[name]: aww this is so cute ( i don't trust your ability to take care of children yet, but we can start with getting a dog or something babe)
-> puppeteerdoffy: u say this as if me babysitting law for a majority of my life didn't make him turn out fine
-> dr.law: i literally hate u and wish we never met???
[liked by notapuppet.[name], micorazon, and 100 others]
micorazon: awww these are such cute photos
-> puppeteerdoffy: fuck off my instagram u freak
baby555: a shame that a man as attractive as [name] is stuck with u for life
-> dancingviolet: a man that's good with kids>>>
-> puppeteerdoffy: do i have to block everyone off of my page what is up with you guys
notapuppet.[name]'s story:
smacked his ass after taking this photo
puppeteerdoffy replied to your story: i have a reputation to uphold yk?? ur so lucky i love u more than anything.
#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece smau#one piece modern au#one piece x male reader#x reader#x male reader#one piece imagines#doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x male reader#donquixote doflamingo x reader#donquixote doflamingo x male reader#doflamingo imagines
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BOTTOM DOFLAMINGO PLEASE. I haven’t found any. Riding 🙏 backshots🙏
I don't actually write for Doflamingo but I had a thought so I wrote a quick & short drabble. little warning for kind of sub!reader, bondage, & physical manipulation (he uses his devil fruit on you)
You're sure you wouldn't have agreed to this out of pride had Doflamingo asked you outright, but it's too late for you to do anything about it. Though he's never been the type to ask before doing these things, either.
His thighs cage your hips and before you can grab onto him and force him to finally move faster on your dick, you find your arms stuck, bound by your sides. Doflamingo grins down at you, proud and teeth showing. His hips roll and you have the fleeting thought to complain verbally before it comes out in a sound of pleasure instead when he doesn't give you a chance to adjust to his sudden quickened pace.
He laughs to himself when your hips shift around and it only grows in volume when you throw your head back and grit your teeth.
He uses his powers to his advantage further, forcing your hands onto his body, smiling when you grab his hips and dig your fingernails into his flesh. He listens to your sounds as you watch his ass ripple against your forced thrusts with your head dropped. His strings force you to fill him up for the nth time and he ignores your heavy breathing in favour of making your hips move again, laughing to himself when your grip tightens as you watch your come drip from his hole and form a white ring around the base of your dick. He knows just how overstimulated you are from your shaky breathing and tight hold but, interestingly, you haven't protested..
#I'm not into sub!reader usually but I was thinking#top male reader#sub male reader#sub reader#top reader#one piece x reader#one piece x male reader#donquixote doflamingo#doflamingo x reader#incculum works#top!reader#sub!reader
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Doflamingo simping for you.
Male Reader x Doffy.
Summary: you are a straw hat pirate and you have to deal with Doflamingo simping for you. Male Reader.
Doffy wants to kill all the strawhats pirates except his precious Y/N.
he invited (ordered) you a thousand times to join him but you declined.
Doffy wonders why he doesn't just use his strings and kidnap you as he usually would, it would be so easy, but he doesn't want you to be mad at him.
he gets jealous asf when he thinks about how you spend your days with Luffy, Zoro and Sanji.
Your crewmates become extra protective, they don't want Doffy to take you away from them, he's still an enemy after all.
even the donquixote family are shocked by Doffy simping for someone, they noticed how weird he acts around you.
when you have to fight Doffy he teases you a lot, he really flirts with you in the middle of battle.
his eyes don't turn into hearts, but Doffy definitely does his signature sadistic smile when he sees you.
just like Luffy, you are too innocent to notice when someone has a crush on you, Doffy is just a weird guy in your opinion.
Doffy loves to send fancy gifts to his beloved y/n.
Doffy has connections all over the world so he always knows where you are and how to find you.
Doffy doesn't have nightmares anymore, now he dreams of you by his side, watching the world burn.
whoever is the unlucky marine guard who hurts you in front of Doffy will suffer the consequences. (let's just pray for their poor souls)
no matter how much you reject him or hurt his ego, Doffy will never get tired of trying to please his beloved y/n.
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#one piece x male reader#one piece x y/n#doflamingo x y/n#donquixote doflamingo#doflamingo x male reader#doffy x reader#one piece angst#one piece prompt#op doflamingo#doflamingo#one piece fluff
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Hello there!may i request nsfw scenario for top doflamingo and bottom virgin male s/o(corruption kink please)i hope i'm not being Rude or anything and English is not my first language so i'm very sorry that my request is very confusing to you
DOFLAMINGO X VIRGIN M!READER
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genre: smut
word count: 170
A/N: I hate that I love the characters I hate. ykwim right?🦭
He looked at you dressed up in lingerie. Looking all cute for his eyes to see. He was holding your bare body down with his strings. He was so excited to ruin you. To ruin your innocence. He licked down from your neck right down to your crotch. Pushing your hips down on the mattress. You looked up at him with soft tears running down your cheeks. Your eyes looked as if they wanted to say "Please be nice to me." That was not going to happen. You knew that way too well. His hands were rough. Playing with your body. One of his hands playing with your dick. He arranged himself with your entrance and started pushing himself deep into you. You never felt like this before. It felt good, but the pain started to become too intense. He was ripping you apart with his girth. Not a care in the world that you might be in pain. You pleaded for him to go easier on you. You begged.
"How can I resist ruining this innocence"
You realized you were gonna be in for a long and rough night.
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Doflamingo Donquixote x Reader
*18+ Content Warning
The hands running up and down his sides did nothing but encourage his movements. His hands were set on the man's chest in front of him. His body moving up and down, chasing his orgasm.
"D-Doffy..." Y/N moaned as he rode the man. He could feel Doflamingo's tip against his prostate. His body shuddered each time he lifted his hips and went back down.
"You're getting tighter," Doflamingo taunted. He gripped Y/N's thighs, causing the other man to moan.
"I-I'm close," Y/N moaned. Doflamingo sat up, pulling Y/N to his chest. He made Y/N stop moving.
"You wanna move?" Y/N whined. "I could just cum and leave you like this," Doflamingo said, his breath causing Y/N to shudder.
"P-Please, Doffy. I-I wanna cum," Y/N gasped. Doflamingo laughed and flipped them, pinning Y/N against the bed.
Doflamingo gave a small thrust, Y/N moaning under him. Doflamingo let one of his hands move to Y/N's hard cock. "Do you want me to touch you?" Doflamingo asked, a slight teasing tone in his voice.
Y/N couldn't get his voice to work. He was so desperate for that release. He thrusted into Doflamingo's hand, trying to find any type of pleasure.
Doflamingo let the other man continue his thrusting. He liked watching Y/N's face as he tried to get himself to cum. The look of pure lust and desperation always got him going.
"Are you that desperate? Why don't you use your words?" Doflamingo pulled his hand away and listened to his lover whine.
"D-Doffy...please..."
"Please what? What would you like me to do?" Doflamingo thrusted ever so slightly, just missing that sweet spot.
"F-Fuck me...please..." Y/N said. Doflamingo smirked at the man.
"As you wish." Doflamingo started slowly, but then sped up his thrusts, pounding into Y/N.
The sounds of Y/N's moans, Doflamingo's grunts, and skin against skin filled the room. Neither of them cared if anyone else could hear them, they were both too caught up in each other.
Doflamingo reached his hand down and starting giving Y/N a handjob as he abused the man's hole.
"I-I'm gonna cum, Doffy," Y/N moaned. Doflamingo leaned down and placed open mouth kisses against Y/N's chest. He was close too, but wanted the feeling of Y/N's hole tightening around him to make him cum.
"Cum for me, then," he said. He thrusted even harder into Y/N until the man's back arched and he came all over his and Doflamingo's chests. A loud moan escaped his lips and his body shuddered from the orgasm. After he calmed down, Y/N's body relaxed.
Doflamingo thrusted one last time before shooting his load into Y/N's hole, the man underneath him letting out a sigh at being filled.
Once Doflamingo was sure his orgasm was finished, he pulled out and laid down next to Y/N, who was trying to catch his breath.
The sounds of post-sex pants filled the silence. Y/N reached his hand over and slipped it into Doflamingo's much larger one.
"That was really good. Probably the best in a while." Doflamingo looked over at the other man. He would never admit it to anyone, but Y/N looked his best right after he had been thoroughly fucked. Just the thought of the fact that he was the only one who got to see Y/N like this made Doflamingo ecstatic.
"I think I'm gonna go to sleep." Y/N was trying his best to keep his eyes open, but it was becoming harder with every second passing.
"Clean up first," Doflamingo said, sitting up. Y/N sighed and reached his hand out. Doflamingo rolled his eyes and helped the man out of bed.
As Y/N walked toward the bathroom connected to the bedroom, he already had a slight limp from the rough sex. Doflamingo smirked at it.
He was the only one who could do that to him.
#doflamingo#donquixote doflamingo#x reader#male reader#one piece#doflamingo imagine#one piece imagine#anime imagine#imagine#smut
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Pairing: Fem!Reader x Rosinante / Slight Reader x Doflamingo
Context: Reader is a part of the Donquixote Pirates and has been having a fling with Corazon behind the scenes now for a while. Set in a random high class hotel/building that Doffy owns or something like that. Reader Call Rosinante by “Corazon” in front of others then Rosinante when they’re alone. Rosinante ‘speaks’ thru a notepad.
CW: Sub!Corazon. P/V, Oral Male and Fem recieving, sort of dom!reader, Reader wears make up, Riding, slight voyeurism, sort of mean!reader? crying, unprotected sex…
A/N: WOW a one piece fic on my blog?!? Also forgot/too lazy to search up who was in the crew back when Corazon was in it so…Sorry if the other crew members are OOC they are based off of what I can remember in the anime and my own headcaons. Trying to write more Dom!Reader even tho I’m a huge sub hope its okI! Reblogs and Comments super appreciated!
You were in the bathroom applying another coat of lip-gloss on while running late for the meeting. It's not like Doflamingo cared much, to be fair, as he was usually the last one to get to the meeting, making a dramatic entrance by kicking the doors open every time. You smacked your lips together with a ‘pop’ once you were done and checked yourself out in the mirror. A very tiny cropped top that barely covers the chest and shows off the bottom of your lacey bra if you lifted your arms up a bit paired with an equally tiny pair of shorts that stuck to your ass like a second skin, plus you were rocking the 5 inch heel that you loved so much. Of course, it didn’t really matter when you were standing next to a giant like Rosinante or Doflamingo, but you still enjoyed the feeling it gave. You smiled and winked at your image in the mirror. Strutting out of the bathroom and making your way to the meeting room, you find the other members lounging around the room. Trebol and Senor Pink were talking to each other in the corner; well, Trebol was the only one who kept talking, and Senor Pink just stood there with a stoic expression like usually. He gave you a small wave when you entered the room, to which you gave a nod in return.
Diamante was standing next to Rosinante, and the both of them gave you quite the wide-eyed look as you saunter towards them. Diamante was more open and unashamed with his staring than Rosinante was. Diamante looked at you up and down with a smirk; "Going somewhere after this Y/N? Perhaps a special mission?" he said with a snicker. You roll your eyes at his tone, turning your attention to Corazon instead and fluttering your eyes at him. "Hey Corazon~ Did you receive the report I sent yesterday?" You swayed your hip lightly as you spoke, and Rosinante’s eyes followed the turns for a sec before blinking, looking away, and giving you a stiff nod. "I wouldn’t be surprised if he accidentally burned it or dropped it somewhere." Diamante barked out a laugh at the end.
You cross your arms in front of your chest, puffing up a bit to look up at Diamante with a small glare. "Stop bullying him, Diamante; he’s a part of our family too." Diamante bent forward to meet with you, nose to nose, with a smirk. "He’s like the black sheep of the family, stupid and useless; it's hard to believe that he’s even related to Doflamingo, to be honest." He snarled, bumping into you. Rosinante stood up from his seat and got in between you two. Diamante straightened his back out to his full height and snickered at Rosinante: "What is the baby brother finally going to step up for now?" He mocked, moving his hands to his face to make mock eyeing motions. Rosinante let out a growl from the back of his throat and balled up his fists. It would be a lie if you said that you weren’t feeling your pussy flutter from his actions.
Blam!
The meeting room’s door flew open, and the hinge creaked miserably, barely holding on for dear life. Doflamingo, in all his glory, leg hair and all, strolls into the room with an everlasting smirk plastered on his face. His eyebrow raised high above his sunglasses as he looked over at you first, then at Rosinante and Diamante, who were still in a death stare contest with each other. "Is there a problem here?" Doflamingo spoke with a chippy tone, the smile not leaving his face, but you could hear the underlying threat in the tone. Diamante was the first one to lean back with a shrug and say, "No problems here, ain’t that right, Corazon~?" He mocked the last part, blowing a kiss to Rosinante, who was still standing in front of you. Rosinante huffed and looked away, giving his brother a nod and turning his attention back to you. Tapping you on the shoulder to check if you’re okay.
You smiled at him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it with a soft purr. "Thank you, Corazon, my sweet knight~" you whispered softly so only he could hear you. Rosinante’s face blush a deep cherry red, but before you could tease him any further, Doflamingo clapped his hands together loudly to gather everyone’s attention. "Good! No problems, then! Let’s get this meeting started!" Everyone in the room focused their attention on Doflamingo now, gathering to their respected seats. Rosinante held out your own chair for you before he sat down in his. Senor Pink was the first to start off his reports with some input from Trebol. The meeting went around like that, with everyone giving out their reports and any news. It was quite boring, so to pass the time, you started to play footies with Rosinante next to you.
Slowly toeing the side of his long legs, starting from his calves and nudging them aside so you could travel up to the inside of his thighs. Rosinante clenched and unclenched his fists on his lap, his eyes flickering over to you and to Trebol, who kept droning about some town that owned them taxes or something like that. You can see him chew on the inside of his cheek to stop sounds from escaping his pretty lips. Trebol finally finished his story, and now it was Rosinante's turn. You crept your foot up more and more, pretending to turn your body towards Rosinante so you could listen better, but it was so you could have more access to his body. Sliding up all the way so you could press lightly on the bulge in his pants with the edge of your heel. Rosinante pulled out his files and notepad with shaky hands.
Diamante sneered at him, mouthing Pathetic," while the others just watched on with various levels of confusion. Doflamingo started tapping his finger on the table as a sign for Rosinante to hurry up. Rosinante sucks in a shaky breath when you put a bit of pressure on his bulge, spreading out both his papers on the table and his legs underneath. You held back a snicker, as you knew this was a sign that Rosinante was liking your actions a bit too much. Rosinante began his presentation by showing off his reports, which there were very few of, and writing stuff down on his notepad to explain some points. Diamante let out a huge fake yawn, causing you to send him a small glare. Rosinante shuffled around a bit before closing his hand into a fist to signal that he was done. Doflamingo seemed to stare at him for a while, leaning on his hand with his elbow on the table. The silence was suffocating; you even stopped moving your foot around when Doflamingo set his intense gaze on you.
The corner of his lips turned into a sharky grin for only a second, like it was only meant for you to see. You tried to suppress the chill that crept up your spine, not sure what he meant by that or if you were even seeing things right. Doflamingo stood up from his chair, knocking it over with a flair, arms stretched out with a wide grin on his face. "Well, I think that all of this meeting! We’ll be staying in this villa for a little while longer, perhaps a week or so, depending on how fast the mayor of this town folds." He laughed at the end; Trebol and Diamante laughed along with him, while you sneakily slid closer to Rosinante’s side after sliding your foot down from his body. You lean over to his tall stature, your hand replacing the spot your foot was previously on before giving a harsh squeeze. Purring out softly, "Go wait for me in the third floor’s common room..." you stood up after that, stating that you were going to take a nap, waving back at Senor Pink and ignoring any comment Trebol had for you.
When you were walking past Doflamingo, though, his hand gently landed itself on top of your head, petting your hair, then gliding back to the small of your back. The touch made you both shiver from the cold touch and heat up with a soft blush. You unconsciously rubbed your thighs together when his thumb started rubbing small circles on your bare skin. He bent halfway over to speak over the shell of your ear. His large body blocked your view from the rest of the members. "Have a good rest, dear y/n~" he hummed, lips barely touching your ear, the vibrations making you choke on a moan and bit your lips to stop anymore from coming out. He lazily stood back up and slapped your back with a light touch before walking off to talk with Diamante and Trebol.
You adjusted your shirt, your palms flattening themselves on your chest to try to calm your racing heartbeat. You felt the heated stares of your fellow members behind you; you knew one of them belonged to Rosinante, but you didn’t turn around to find out who the others belonged to. Walking to the doors that creaked loudly when you pulled on them, one of the hinges fell off as you hurried past, feeling embarrassed by what happened. Once you were a far distance away from the meeting room, you gathered yourself back up, checking your makeup in a compact mirror, and pretending that the wet spot in your panties wasn’t there because of stupid Doflamingo and his stupid cold hands and dumb deep voice. You shake your head, hoping to ignore the creeping thoughts that linger in the back of your mind about your boss. You're starting your trek back to your room to grab some items for your fun time with Rosinante later. ‘With Rosinante and not Doflamingo!’ you thought to yourself, unsure of how you exactly felt about that statement.
You grabbed some condoms out of your room and decided to stay there for a while, knowing that Rosinante would immediately go up to the third floor like you asked, You wanted to tease him for a bit and make him wait in anticipation. You imagined he was sweating up there, looking around, and waiting nervously for you to come through the door. His pants still tight from what happened during the meeting. Oh, how you loved to make his pretty cock weep for you. You looked at the time, about 20 minutes had passed since you entered your room. You could honestly make him wait for an hour or so; Rosinante was patient like that for you. But you were getting impatient yourself, so you took one last twirl in the mirror, pushing up your chest and lowering down your shorts so that your panties peeked through the top, and made your way to Rosinante.
Your heels clack loudly on the empty floor, and you still look around to see if anyone is hiding somewhere somehow. You usually enjoyed the thrill of getting caught, but you would rather not get caught by any of the other Donquixote pirates, mostly because they would be super annoying about it. You were sure that some of the older members had an inkling about what was going on, but things left unsaid should be left untouched after all. You arrived at the door of your somewhat secret rendezvous with Rosinante. You took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, calming down your previous nerves so you could eye up Rosinante like the prey he was. You smirked when you saw the state he was in; besides the obvious way his pants were down to his thigh and the nice wet spot his boxers were sporting, you could tell that Rosinante was touching himself while he was waiting for you.
With the way his hands were shaking and the nervous sweat that shined on his forehead and neck. He grabbed his notepad to write something down, standing up to greet you: "You took a while; is everything ok?" You almost giggled at how worried he was, but he still had time to jack off. "I’m fine, dear… It seems like you weren’t too worried about me, though.." You poke at the wet spot, causing Rosinante to blush even deeper than he did before. He shook his hand even more as he tried to form a response on his notepad, but you stopped him, continuing to poke up to his chest and pushing him back down on the couch. Following with each step until you were straddling him. Your hands are going to unbutton his shirt straight away, and when his hands go to do the same to yours, you slap it away with a small ‘tsk’. "Naughty boys like you don’t get to touch me until you make up for it, alright?" He whined so sweetly that you almost caved and kissed him right then and there.
You shake your head at him instead, fully unbuttoning his shirt and trailing your finger down his chiseled chest, palming at the soft tuft of hair near his navel. Rosinante threw his head back with a soft groan, his hands grabbing at his notepad to write something down. "Please, please, I’m sorry, let me make it up." His handwriting was getting more scribbly as he showed you the notepad. You grab his bulge, squeezing it, making him whimper at the touch. "You’ll make it up to me? Hmm~? Eat my pussy like the good boy you are~? You tilted his chin up, so he was looking at you. He nodded rapidly at your question, his mouth opening and closing when you trailed your fingers over his cheeks and lips. You lean in to give him a kiss, lips molding with one another, your lip gloss and his lipstick smearing, fighting with each other over who can make the most mess. Your hand finds its way up to Rosinante’s hair, giving it a harsh tug as you pull away.
Rosinante let out a hiss at the sharp pain, but you soothed him by petting his head afterwards. Cooing at his already fucked out face and quivering lips. "Now, Now, you promised to make it up to me, so…" You stepped back from his lap to shimmy down your tight shorts and panties, Rosinante promptly scrambled down from the couch to help you pull your clothes off. You stop him from kissing your thighs; "Ah Ah.. you can’t leave any marks or else I will leave, got it?" While you loved it when he would leave all the kiss and bite marks on your body, you don’t want to deal with Diamante being annoying again if you happen to run into him afterwards. Rosinante's hands squeezed your thighs in protest, but with one look from you, he sadly nodded in agreement, softly lifting up your foot one by one to get rid of your clothes. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, parting them enough for his head to be buried in your pussy.
His tongue worked up and down your folds, catching all the sweet juice that came out. Your hands found their way to his hair and shoulder again, your nails digging in to keep yourself steady as you moan praises to him. "Th-that’s it, good boy, goo-good boy Rosinante, N-ahh, fu-fuck…a-nAH" You yelp when Rosinante starts to stand up with his face still slurping at your clit, his hands throwing your thighs over his shoulders, and keeping you secured by placing his hand on your ass and behind your thigh. "Oh fuck, Ros- Rosinante!" you screamed his name as his tongue worked its way inside your hole, his nose bumping against your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, but he didn’t seem to care or even know; he was just focusing on making your pussy tighten around nothing and your clit tremble from his licks.
He works his way all around your pussy, outlining the folds with the tip of his tongue. Mapping it out in his head, remembering each area that makes you twitch and shiver, before his tongue flicks up at your clit, rubbing circles around it before he would suck on it harshly. His red stained lips puckered around your clit like he was trying to suck you dry, and the loud slurping noises made you blush all the way to your ears. Then he would release just when your thighs started to squeeze him tight, going back to tongue-fucking your hole again. This repeats until you start to cry, make-up runs down your face, and you're clawing at his hair and shoulder.
"Ah-ngh! Mmahhh! Fu-fuck! I ne-need to cum, sweet-sweetheart please!"
Rosinante moaned when you called him by that nickname, mouth latching on to your clit again, tongue flattening itself on your small nub as he shakes his head back and forth, sucking at the same time. This motion made you cum so fast, you crossed your thighs on Rosinante’s head, almost making him fall down from the force but he held firm, slurping down all the nectar that your pussy had to offer him. Only letting go with a loud and lewd ‘pop’ once you tapped on his cheek thrice as a signal. You felt your legs turn to jelly as he set you down on the couch, his head still in between your thighs, looking up at you from his pretty lashes, waiting for your next command. You sigh heavily, trying to get your bearings so you won’t fold so easily.
Rosinante had that effect on you, he makes you want to tease and bully him, but once you get started and see those pretty expressions he makes, your self-control breaks down and you get right to fucking like rabbits. But tonight, you wanted to take it slow and make him work for it. Something inside you was stirring after that meeting, something that made you want to ruin him. You motioned for him to stand up with a finger; he was tall enough so that his cock was right in your face as you still sat on the couch. His cock was so pretty in your eyes, red and weeping at the tip, long and not too girthy, with a pretty vein right down the middle. You run the tip of your pedicured nail on the line of the vein, making him whimper so cutely, he looks around for his abandoned notepad, leaning down quick to grab it and write down his pleas; ‘Y/N please, please, please!" Each ‘please’ written down was messier than the last, his handwriting starting to deteriorate as he became undone.
You shush him with a jerk of your wrist at the base of his cock, causing him to choke on a moan. "You’re gonna let me suck this pretty dick of yours, and you’ll cum only when I say so, ok dear?" You start to slowly jerk him off after the last word, and Rosinante’s hand goes to hold your head, just weaving his fingers into your hand while his other hand was crumpling his poor notepad. You lick a strip up the vein, leaving glossy kiss marks on the way back down. "Answer me, sweetheart, you heard what I said, right?" You squeeze his cock in your hands, making his knees tremble. He lets go of your hair to write down his answer ‘YEs YES YES PLeaSE" The notepad was crumpled, and the handwriting was all over the place now. You giggled at the fucked out face Rosinante had when he showed you his notepad.
“Good boy… remember no cumming until I say so~”
You don’t give him time to answer as you take his whole length into your mouth, already knowing the best way to ease it into your throat as you had done so many times before. Hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head on his cock, letting the drool pool out, messy, just how Rosinante likes it. Your hand gathers up the spit, and you start to work your hands on the part your throat can’t reach or softly fondle his balls.
"Mm-ah-nngah-Fahh-Ahh" Schlorp Slurp Slurp "Mmm-fahhh-nnnnuuguhh-gahuhhhh-MmmmMAHH!"
Rosinante started to breathe quicker and quicker. You felt that he was close to cumming so you lolled off his cock, tongue out, and spit all over your chin, Your make-up was already ruined when he was eating out your pussy earlier, but even more now. You press kisses on his cock, licking at the tip to clean off any precum he has and rubbing your nail along his slit. Making him hiss, one hand going to cover his own mouth with the notepad, and one going to squeeze your shoulder. His legs barely kept him upright as he whined and whimpered from the loss of your warm throat on his needy cock. "Hmm?~ What is it, dear? Do you think you deserve to cum? Well~?" He shakes his head rapidly, you almost thought he was going to give himself whiplash. You twist your wrist, bringing his cock up and slapping it on your tongue. "Then tell me that you want it sweetheart~" You cooed.
He flips back his notepad to tear out a page with the words ‘yes’ and ‘please’ on them, the notepad is now absolutely drenched in his drool, ink staining the crumpled page. He flimsily shakes the page, tears on the edge of his eyes as he tries desperately not to cum from your touch. Hips bucking up and down, twitching so much as his own body betrays him. You take pity on him, taking him back into your warm embrace, your hand going up to squeeze at his hip twice, signaling that it was finally ok for him to cum. It takes less than 5 seconds after your signal for his cream to start filling your mouth. You gulp down whatever you can before the rest starts to spill from the corner of your mouth, drizzling down on the cold marble floor.
Rosinante’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a deep groan; "Hahhhhh..nnngh Mmff.." He lets out coarse pants, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath once again. You lick off any excess cream on your chin as best you can, giving up when you start to see that you were also wiping out some red lipstick stains on your hand. You grabbed Rosinante’s hands and switched places with him, pushing him back down on the couch with a grunt, and you went back to straddle his lap. Forgoing all previous thoughts of taking it slow and teasing him, seeing Rosinante all weary and panting, his face messy, lips parting, and sigh panting out like a dog in heat, made your pussy flutter like no other. You quickly find his still sensitive and twitching cock and align it with your hole, not prepping yourself as you wanted to feel the stretch, the burn, that his cock gives you.
And oh, did it stretch you out, no matter how many times you guys fucked before, the stretch always felt so good. Rosinante's arms went to wrap around you as soon as his tip made it way inside. He held you close, his head resting on your shoulder, as he whimpering out from the overstimulation from his cock being squeezed by your tight pussy. You scratch at his back to leverage yourself as you start to bottom out on his cock, the tip barely reaching your cervix. You take deep gulps of air to adjust yourself to the feeling, then you start to bounce on his lap, trying to angle your thrusts so it would hit in the right spots, but it was hard to do so from the way you were straddling him. "Ros- Rosinante, love, sweet-sweetheart-mmah! Hahh-Help me out, her-NgAH!" He bucks his hip up without warning, hitting that sweet spot on his first try, his arms holding onto you tighter as he moans more loudly in your ear.
“Hahh, nggh, Guh-ahuhhh, Mmm”
Your hands dig into his wide back, leaving red scratches and marks as you listen to his sweet sultry whimpers, with each thrust and grind your body gave each other, you grew more and more tight as you felt another orgasm coming on. Rosinante began sucking on your neck and shoulders, lipstick smearing all over again, leaving hickeys even though you said before he can’t leave marks, but you were too fucked to care. Tongue lolling out the side of your mouth when he starts to speed up his thrusts, knowing that he was also close to cumming again. He lets go one of his arm from his hold to go down and caress your clit, speeding up the process even more. “Fu-fuck-ahhh! You hiss out, the blinding white pleasure made you shut your eyes tight as your thighs and pussy clenched down tightly. Rosinante lets out a lengthy whine as he cums again, letting out what seems like even more cream than before right inside your pussy. He still fucks you until you were done riding out your high, arm around your waist so you were held body to body with him.
You lean back a bit to see his face, pressing your foreheads together as your breath mingle, panting over each other quietly. You tap him on the shoulder three times as to be let go, he held on to you for a minute, not wanting the warmth to leave just yet, but when you tapped again, he lets go sadly with a pout on his cute face. You kiss the pout away, as you get up, freeing his cock from your pussy and all the cream that he fucked inside with a shiver. You looked down at your clothes and saw the condoms that you were supposed to use, peeking out from your pockets. You sighed, knowing that you gave in too quickly once again, and got cleaned up and dressed as best you could with the wipes you brought from your room. When Rosinante tugged on your wrist as you were getting dressed, head tilting as to ask why you were already leaving. “Oh sweetie~, I don’t have that much time today, I have something to do later tonight so I can’t cuddle with you this time. I’m sorry, baby.” You gave him a peck on the forehead when he wouldn’t let go of you. “Next time though, ok?”
He nods sadly, watching you make you way towards the door, you left him some wipes to clean himself off but you didn’t stay to help, fearing that you were already running late to your next planned meeting. Your heels clacked loudly on the floor as you hopped your way to the elevator to go back to your room for a quick change. Your mind was so preoccupied that you didn’t noticed the large figure in front of you until you crashed into it. Steady hands came to grab at your waist and you hear a deep and familiar chuckle ring out. You gulp and look up at the person you just bumped into, to find your own reflection in the shades’ of Doflamingo himself.
“Had fun, Y/N?” He asked, his voice a low timber. You back up in a hurry only to find yourself still trapped in his hold. ‘I-I don’t know what you mean..” You meekly whisper out, like he would believe any of it.
He let out a deeper guttural laugh at that. “Really now? Did you think I didn’t know what little fling you have going on with my little brother, hmm?” Your cheeks burn a bright red, ‘How long has he known?!’ You silently thought to yourself as he leans in closer.
“Seems like he didn’t fuck you right, considering you’re still able to walk right now…”
He goes down to bite at your neck, you yelped at the sudden pain, hands pushing at his chest to stop him but he lets go and licks the wound with another chuckle. The sensation made you shudder in fear and pleasure.
“Why don’t you try being with a real man and see how it compares… hmm?”
#dies from this#OUGH#₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes#corazon x reader#rosinante x reader#corazon smut#doflamingo x reader#op smut#one piece x reader#one piece smut#one piece headcanons
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IT’S FINALLY HEREEEEEEEE
@badly-drawn-doflamingo asked me for some Corazon x male!reader like a month ago and I SWEAR it was just gonna be a little thing but it got out of control and anyway here it is
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To Know, To Not Be Known
Summary: You’re a new Ensign at headquarters, fresh from the Academy but not nearly as strong as your fellow Ensigns. Thankfully your kind and very handsome Commander is here to help you train and work on those deep rooted self esteem issues of yours… but only if you muster up the courage to let him in.
Characters: Marine!Donquixote Rocinante, male!reader, Bellemere and Sengoku get cameos because I love them
Pairings: Rocinante x male!reader obivously
Warnings: Graphic violence, minor (original) character death, major character injury, small amounts of homophobia, discussion of trauma especially starvation, sex with an authority figure, oral sex, rimming, minor cum play, anal, Diglett has a size kink so that’s in here too, I think that’s everything but I might have missed something pls let me know
Word Count: 14k hahaha what is wrong with me
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“See ya later, Bellemere!”
You adjusted the collar of your uniform, inspecting it for any stains, and walked out of the dining hall. You waved to your best friend as she bussed her tray and headed the other direction. It would have been nice to have her, you mused, especially today of all days. Frustratingly, you and Bellemere had been put into different squadrons after graduating the academy. There, you’d been attached at the hip, The only two queer (or at least openly queer) infantry in your graduating class.
But now it was a whole new world, and everything was different. Marine Headquarters. Who would have guessed they’d place you here of all places? True, you had a devil fruit and that was interesting, but you’d never worked particularly hard back at the academy. Too busy goofing off with Bellemere and having crushes on boys who invariably turned out to be straight, in all honesty. You’d always done decently despite your slacking off, but never in a thousand years would you have guessed you’d end up at Headquarters. Fucking Headquarters.
Bellemere, on the other hand? That girl deserved it. She was up at 4 every morning to work out before morning workout. She could recite marine history from the end of the void century up until fifteen minutes ago. And her sailing skills? Top notch by anyone’s standards. All while getting more pussy than most of the boys you knew.
When you found out both of you were heading to headquarters together, you’d almost asked if she had pulled some kind of string to bring you along with her. But no—they’d requested you specifically. How the hell could you deserve to be here, with the elites?
Well, you were about to find out. Day one of training with the big boys was about to commence.
As you headed over to the training grounds where your squadron was scheduled to meet—6 AM on the dot—you couldn’t help but be in awe of the men and women around you. A man with hair at least three feet tall was deep in conversation with—holy shit, was that Monkey D. Garp?? And you could have sworn you just walked past a literal giant…This place was going to take some getting used to.
Arriving at your squadron’s assigned training fields—a grassy expanse littered with boulders and submerged in a thick early-morning fog—your heart leaped to realize that everyone else was already there and standing in ranks. Oh shit, were you really late on your first day? Frantically, you glanced at your watch. Nope, still 5:59. Then why…?
“Hey, recruit!”
A truly huge man was staring at you from the field, his coat around his shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze, and not just because he was glaring at you with a vengeance. The man was truly… well, gorgeous. Tousled blond hair fell over his forehead, partially obscuring large, lidded red-brown eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his white shirt barely obscuring his well-defined musculature. You could feel your jaw drop a little as you took him in.
Oh shit. You should probably say something back.
“Uhh—y/n l/n, reporting for duty, sir!”
You jogged over and fell into line, saluting the man who was clearly to be your superior officer. He slowly walked in front of you, towering over you as he glared into your eyes.
“And you’re here thirty minutes late because…?”
You flushed. You couldn’t deny, the way his eyes bored into yours was sending lightning bolts through your stomach. “I, um, I was told to be here at 0600 hours, sir!”
“And unlike all the other ensigns, you didn’t get the memo I sent to the barracks last night that I wanted you here at 0530?”
You gulped. You’d actually snuck into Bellemere’s room last night to smoke the weed she’d snuck in and watch old cartoons on her visual Den Den Moshi. And you hadn’t gotten back until almost 1, far too late to receive a message.
“I was asleep, sir!” You blurted out, the lie slipping between your teeth with surprising ease. The man staring down at you raised an eyebrow.
“Asleep, eh?”
Oh, shit. He doesn’t buy any of this, does he? Am I about to get killed on my first day? Yeah, this guy looks like he could kill me…
“Be here on time tomorrow.”
The man turned and walked away without another word, leaving you stunned. Did I… Did I just get away with that?
Facing the line of ensigns, most of whom were barely hiding their snickering at you, the man raised his hand. With a quick glance at you and a—was that a smile?— he snapped his fingers.
The world went silent.
Out of nowhere, the voices of the other ensigns were deadened. The sound of the wind, the grass—holy shit, even your heartbeat—had completely disappeared. The ensigns looked around at one another, baffled and frightened. Suddenly, a voice cut through the dense silence.
“Calm down. It’s my devil fruit.”
You and the other ensigns looked up to see your superior officer watching you, a small smile on his face.
“I’m Commander Donquixote Rocinante. I’ll be leading this squadron. We’ll be working here to start with, but we may be going to sea on missions within the next year or so.
The powers that be want me to tell you that you all are here because you’re elite, the best of the best that the academy has to offer. Personally, I think that’s a load of bullshit. You’ve yet to prove you have anything to offer on the battlefield and you certainly haven’t proven that you know anything about executing Justice.
It’s my job to keep an eye on you, and if I see any shit I don’t like, you’ll be up for reassignment in a heartbeat.” (Oh shit, was he looking at you when he said that?)
“Understood?”
Rocinante snapped his fingers, and with a gentle woosh the sound returned to the world.
“Now, let’s get started. Ensigns, give me 100 push-ups!”
The peaceful morning shattered as over two dozen of the Marines’ finest dropped to their hands and toes, yourself included.
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The first three weeks of training passed in a blur. Commander Rocinante pushed your squadron hard, working mostly on hand-to-hand combat skills and marksmanship, Rocinante’s two specialties. Everyone else was obviously in the right place—your compatriots were strong and tough, pushing themselves well past their limits for their commander.
And he paid them back in kind. Commander Rocinante was proving to be a surprisingly charming, supportive superior. He often bought the squadron drinks after a long day of training, and his goofiness and clumsiness off the battlefield put everyone at ease. While fighting, like many of the Marines, he was serious and intense—moving quickly and elegantly and using his power to sow confusion and cripple the enemies’ senses—but as soon as training ended Commander Rocinante was the kindest, most open-hearted (and admittedly the most disaster-prone) leader that anyone could ask for.
Except he appeared to hate you specifically.
You knew why—you were by far the weakest member of your squadron. You worked hard, sure, but you couldn’t quite do as many pushups, run as many miles, dodge as many punches. If you were Commander Rocinante, you would have been annoyed too. Of course you would have. But he was just so—so cold to you.
He greeted the others with nicknames, arms around shoulders, jokes about whatever was in the news. You got a chilly nod; you weren’t even good enough for him to call you by your name. After training he was quick to call out the other ensigns for their hard work and improving skills with swords or martial arts. You got a criticism or you got nothing at all. Other ensigns ragged on the commander for his famous clumsiness and he laughed right along with them. You cracked one joke when he tripped on a rug and got nothing more than a dead-faced scowl.
It wasn’t like you didn’t get it. But still, it hurt like hell to be the only one who didn’t have some inside joke with him, the only one who he didn’t personally invite to sit with the squadron at meals, the only one who was this weak and useless and—
“Ensign! Keep your head up!”
At the sound of Commander Rocinante’s voice, you shook yourself out of your thoughts with just enough time to dodge a kick aimed at your left ear. Henri, one of your fellow ensigns, cursed as he barely missed you. “That won’t happen again, y/n!”
You swallowed and tried to clear your head. Maybe this was why you were always fucking up during training—couldn’t stay focused to save your life.
You returned Henri’s kick with a right hook, but he ducked before you could hit him. Losing your balance, you were left wide-open, and Henri used the opportunity to strike at you with his short sword. The tip of it brushed your skin as you leaped back with a shout.
“Come on, Ensign!” Commander Rocinante shouted from the sidelines. “Block him! Don’t just dance around like an idiot!”
Your stomach twisting at his insult, you unsheathed your own sword. What the fuck is his problem? Why can’t he cut me a break? With (frankly uncharacteristic) aplomb, you swung hard from overhead. Henri reached up to block, but your strike still had enough force to knock him back several feet.
“Yes!” It was your first solid hit of the fight, and the cheer came out before you even realized it. You glanced nervously back at Commander Rocinante, eager for his approval. Sure enough, the blond man’s lips were curled ever so slightly upward into a smile.
You grinned despite yourself. Finally, you were doing something right. Maybe now you’d feel his hand on your shoulder at the end of training today, instead of watching it touch someone else’s. Now all you had to do was—
“OOF!”
You grunted and stumbled back again as Henri swung back, the flat of his sword hitting you hard in the face. Tripping backward with the force of the hit, you felt your legs collide with something very solid—one of the large rocks that littered the training field. You lost your balance and fell onto the rock hard…
And your sword flew from your grip.
The next part happened in slow motion. You watched, upside down on the boulder, as your sword careened through the air, spinning as it did so. You watched its trajectory as it pointed downward and finally landed…hard…directly in someone’s foot.
Your face turned green when you looked up to see that the foot belonged to none other than Fleet Admiral Sengoku.
“Da-I mean, Fleet Admiral! Are you alright?” Rocinante was there in a second, helping Sengoku over to a rock to sit down. What the hell is he even doing here, anyway?
You were close to being sick with fear when Sengoku took a look down at his foot—and started laughing.
“There’s always one, isn’t there, Commander?”
“Fleet Admiral, we need to get you to the sick bay right now,” Rocinante said frantically, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull in panic as he stared at Sengoku’s wound. “Ensigns Aleppo, Kingston. Help the Fleet Admiral there immediately.”
The ensigns, a short girl with bright green eyes and a barrel-chested young man with a thick beard, obeyed quickly. As they positioned themselves underneath each of Sengoku’s massive arms, your commander turned his attention to you. With the most withering glare you’d ever seen from him, the huge man all but snarled—
“Ensign y/n. Be in my office in five minutes. Understood?”
Swallowing, you nodded. In the distance, you could hear Sengoku laughing as he was helped away.
“I remember when it was you, Rocinante! I remember when that was you!”
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Tick
Tock.
Tick
Tock.
The silence—broken only by the sound of the clock on Rocinante’s wall—was palpable, so thick you could almost see it hanging in the air. Rocinante stared down at you from the other side of his desk, head resting against tented fingers, his expression unreadable. You could feel the sweat beginning to form on the back of your neck.
Finally, you could take it no longer. “Commander, I am so, so, so sorry—“
“Silent.”
Your voice cut off suddenly. You hadn’t known Rocinante could do that—just shut off your sound like you were some kind of Den Den Moshi.
He stared at you in silence for several excruciating moments, watching you squirm in your seat. Finally, the blond’s lips parted.
“Ensign y/n… What the hell is going on with you?”
You blinked. Not what you’d expected him to say.
“They send you to me and tell me you’re one of the most promising ensigns we’ve ever had. Put me in charge of training you because for some reason they think I’m the man for the job. And this is the kind of shit you pull?”
You visibly gulped, still muted from Rocinante’s silent. What the hell was he talking about, ‘promising’?
“I’ve trained ensigns like you before, ones the Academy calls its best and brightest. They’re always cocky, arrogant little shits who put themselves before their missions and the people they’re pledged to protect. But you…” he leaned across the table, pressing his folded hands to his lips. “You’re clearly smart, strategic, yet you can’t fight to save your life. I can’t figure you out.”
Your face flushed. Him, spending his time thinking about you. The image of him lying on his bed, thoughts full of you, his hand perhaps unzipping his white jeans and —fuck, stop it y/n. Stop wanting stupid shit you can’t have.
You opened your mouth to respond, and mentally kicked yourself when you remembered that you were still muted.
“Oh!” Rocinante laughed suddenly. “Sorry about that.” With a sheepish grin (goofy and endearing despite the tenseness of the situation) he snapped his fingers. “Go ahead and speak freely, Ensign.”
You sighed. You’d felt your frustration building since the beginning of your conversation, and finally it began to spill over.
“First of all, rude putting me on mute like that.”
Rocinante looked away, traces of a smile still present on his face. “Sorry about that.”
“Second of all, what the hell do you mean calling me the best and brightest? I was like, a C student at best at the Academy. I have no idea why they sent me to headquarters of all places.”
Rocinante blinked, his expression shifting into one of surprise. “Did they… did they not tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
Rocinante bit his lip, as though trying to decide something. Finally, he appeared to come to an answer.
“Ensign, you scored higher on the intelligence test than anyone has in the last three years.”
Your mouth dropped as he fixed you with that intense stare.
“I’m sorry, what??”
“Problem solving, pattern recognition, navigation, strategic planning… you scored almost perfectly in all of them. People don’t just get that kind of result unless they really are something special.”
“I…” your mouth opened and shut dumbly, like a fish.
Rocinante waved his hand dismissively. “I don’t care about any of that one way or another as long as you show your worth in my squadron. Your fighting skills right now aren’t up to par, and you know it.”
Your eyes were beginning to feel hot, and you detested yourself for having such a childish response to all that was going on. Fucking hell, you were supposed to be a Marine.
“Commander—I can be better.”
“You will be. Get to the training grounds an hour early starting tomorrow.” He scowled and looked away, gritting his teeth for a moment. “I’ll be—uh—training with you privately in the mornings from now on.”
You felt yourself flush from head to toe. Private training with Rocinante? Every fucking day? You tried to ignore the image filling your head of your tall commander bending you face down over one of those boulders, filling you up with his surely massive cock, his hand tangled hard into your hair. Calm down, y/n, Jesus. The guy fucking hates you anyway.
You swallow, returning your attention to the man in front of you.
“Yes, Commander.”
“Good,” Rocinante said curtly. “Go get lunch. I’ll see you at our afternoon duty.”
You stood up, stumbling a little, unable to believe everything that had just happened. You hadn’t even gotten in trouble.
“Oh, and Ensign y/n?”
You turned back to look at him. “Y-yeah?”
“Those tests weren’t wrong. The-“ he bit his lip—“the intelligence ones I mean. Just because you’re not fighting yet doesn’t mean you’re doing poorly. Even the other ensigns can see it.”
It was all you could do to make it out the door.
Leaving your Commander’s office, your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts about him. The way he’d laughed kindly one minute—rich and melodic, like water filling a stone bowl—glared at you the next. His claims about your intellect; his judgement of your failures. Why couldn’t you get a read on him? God, why did that only make you want him more?
Sitting on Bellemere’s bed that night, you were even less sure.
“So he really didn’t even reprimand you for stabbing the Fleet Admiral? And you’re still convinced this guy hates you?”
“You don’t know what he’s like, Belle-chan!”
“I’ve heard stories about him. Everyone has. He’s supposed to be a pretty good guy. Didn’t he, like, get his promotion to commander because he helped smuggle a whole town’s worth of people off an island that was being destroyed or something?”
“And then he fought to grant them asylum and Marine protection, yeah. I’ve heard the story too.” You pursed your lips, looking down. “What I mean is, you haven’t seen what he’s like around me.”
Bellemere chuckled. “Ah. Yeah, fair.”
A moment of silence—silent like Rocinante silent like that impenetrable bubble around his office silent like his footsteps on the training field silent like his—passed before she spoke again.
“You like this guy, don’t you?”
Your pulse quickened. “What the hell are you even talking about?” You snapped, more aggressively than you intended.
Bellemere bursts out laughing. “That’s exactly what I thought.
“Look, y/n. The way I see it, you have a golden opportunity here. Personal training, every day, from a guy like Rocinante? I’d kill for that. Work hard. Be a better fighter. Show him he was right to give you the second chance he gave you today. Maybe he’ll respond to that.”
“And maybe he won’t.”
“So who gives a shit?? At the very least you’ll be way stronger than you were before. I thought that’s what you wanted.”
You didn’t know what you wanted anymore. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Bellemere tilted her chin up playfully, giving you her trademark cocky grin. “I’m always right.” She turned to look at you. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Are you gonna ask me about my crushes like a ten year old at a sleepover again?”
“I’m just wondering if…like, if you’re trying to be stronger… why aren’t you using your devil fruit?”
You frowned immediately, turning away. “You know it’s not safe.”
“Maybe not at the academy. But here there’s people who might be able to help you hone it. Maybe even… Commander Rocinante?” She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly to emphasize his name.
“Look, I just can’t, ok? I already accidentally hurt someone today, I don’t want to do it again.”
Bellemere shrugged. “Alright. Work harder not smarter then. Your funeral.”
You laughed despite yourself at the face she made. “Nothing wrong with doing it the old fashioned way.”
“I guess. But if I had a devil fruit you’d bet your ass I’d be using it.” Stretching, Bellemere put her feet up on her desk. “Anyway, you wanna hear more about this girl on my squadron? We had a drunk makeout session two nights ago and I haven’t even gotten to tell you yet.”
Smiling, you shook the thoughts of Rocinante and devil fruits from your head, at least for now. “Do you care if I open this sake I brought while I listen?”
“Bitch you had sake this whole time?? Give it here!”
——————————————————————
The next morning, despite your slight hangover, you somehow made it to the training grounds fifteen minutes before Commander Rocinante asked you to be there—the ungodly hour of 4:15 in the morning. Between sips from your thermos of coffee, you stretched, twisting your arms above your head, bending from side to side. You were completely bent over into downward dog—Bellemere had gotten you into yoga recently—when you heard the sound of a throat clearing behind you.
Whipping around (and nearly falling on your face as you did so), you see your commander towering over you, an uncomfortable blush on his face, his eyes directly on your… fuck.
“I’m, uh—glad you got here early, Ensign.” Rocinante bit his lip awkwardly, turning away to look anywhere but at you. “Let’s—let’s get started then.” He jogged toward the middle of the training field, making it about three steps before his foot caught on a rock. He went down hard, directly on his face.
Why the hell was he so bumbling and weird all the time? You pondered to yourself as you ran over to help the hulking man to his feet. He shrugged you off immediately as you touched his shoulder, flinching away from your touch. “I’m fine, Ensign. Go grab one of the weapons I brought from the armory.”
There were several different types of weapons for you to choose from, a mercy you were grateful for. Headquarters was so insistent on every Ensign being able to use a sword, but you’d always preferred something smaller, something for closer quarters. Picking up a pair of short-handled broadaxes on a whim, you followed Rocinante out onto the field.
He smiled a bit when he saw your choice. “An axe man, eh? Why didn’t you go for the halberd?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s too big. Too hard to hit someone, I guess.”
“Not that you’ve been doing much of that anyway…” Rocinante chuckled.
“Hey! I hit someone yesterday, didn’t I?” You couldn’t help but grin along with him.
Rocinante laughed out loud. “That’s the most impressive thing you’ve done since you’ve gotten here. Sengoku is fine, by the way—you barely scratched him.”
“So he’s not gonna discharge me or anything then?”
“Nah. To be honest, we’ve seen recruits do worse than that.” Rocinante unsheathed his broadsword, examining it habitually for sharpness and cleanliness. “If you’re gonna fight with a weapon you like, I’ll fight with my favorite weapon too.” He set the sword down on the grass beside him, then cracked his knuckles.
Your stomach dropped. It was well-known that Rocinante was almost as deadly a martial artist as he was a sharpshooter. Crouching nervously, you balanced your weight and prepared to fight.
Rocinante struck first, a hard roundhouse kick aimed at the left ear. You just barely managed to duck, his black loafer skimming the top of your head. You swung one of your axes at his stomach (considering Rocinante’s height, this was about as high as you could reach) but Rocinante grabbed it, twisting it hard and throwing you off balance.
You hit the ground with a thud. One of your commander’s massive shoes rested on your chest, pinning you. Already??
“Get back up. Let’s go again.” He offered you his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you to your feet. His hand was broad and very rough—years of fighting and sailing mapped in calluses across his fingers and palm—and you suppressed a shiver as you noticed how small yours was in his.
“Fighting stance, Ensign.” Rocinante prepared himself to battle you again. Shaking off your momentary reverie, you picked up your axe.
Here we go.
The first week’s training was full of many, many losses for you. The axes were definitely an improvement to the short sword, but not enough of one to make any real difference against an opponent like Rocinante. It amazed you how agile he was, how he attacked fluidly from all sides, how he dodged your blows so effortlessly.
How he tripped and fell flat on his face the second he was no longer in attack mode.
Hard to figure out, that man.
It went on like that, day after day of waking up at the crack of dawn, heading to the training fields to invariably get your ass kicked. But oddly, you didn’t mind. Rocinante was beginning to get more and more friendly toward you, letting that indecipherable guard of his down bit by bit as the days blended into weeks. Once he even cracked one of his terrible dad jokes about an admittedly unfortunate pair of shoes you’d chosen to wear—and you laughed despite yourself. Even if you weren’t getting any better, at least you were finally forming some sort of connection with your commander outside of the suffocating tension you were used to.
It was nearly a month into your personal training sessions that you finally had your breakthrough.
Rocinante was challenging you today. Keeping his distance, always slightly out of your range. At first it had been smooth and elegant, but at this point he was basically just teasing you—sticking his tongue out at you, taunting your attacks, giving you a hard time. You were finally starting to see that goofy side of him that everyone else loved, but you were so frustrated that you couldn’t enjoy yourself. You’d been getting faster. Why couldn’t you hit him even once?
“Ensign, think,” Rocinante advised you, continuing to duck and dodge around your attacks. “Find a way to hit me from a distance.”
Oh god. He wanted you to…
“I, uh, I don’t throw things. Like ever.”
“Bet you’ll be wishing you did when you’re dead on a battlefield.” Rocinante remarked. “Come on, show me what you’ve got.”
“I said no, ok?”
“Fine,” said Rocinante with a somewhat childish smirk. “Then we’ll resume training as soon as you’re willing to do that for me.” And with that, he straightened up and walked over to a nearby boulder where he proceeded to sit there, staring at you, head in his hands. Fucking asshole.
With a sigh, you dropped your weapons to your sides. “Look, Commander, I… do you not know about my devil fruit?”
Rocinante blinked. “Your what now?”
“It, uh… should’ve been in my file.”
“Trust me, I read that thing cover to cover. The Academy must’ve forgotten to mention it, especially if you don’t use it very often.”
He read my file cover to cover he read it cover to cover “I, uh… I never use it, actually.”
Rocinante gestured to the boulder beside him Holy shit he wants me to sit next to him what if he puts his arm around me I will die I will truly die and you came over, dropping down beside him with none of the grace you were hoping for.
“So what’s the fruit then?” Rocinante asks, his tone not unkind.
“It’s called the Pitch-Pitch fruit, sir.”
“So I imagine it has something to do with throwing?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Wanna show it to me?”
“No, not at all.”
“Y/n…”
You turned to look at him, your mouth dropping open. He’d never called you by your name before, not without “Ensign” in front of it.
“I was terrified of my devil fruit when I got it. I was just a kid, and at first I hated the silence. When there’s no noise, your brain kinda fills in the blanks with whatever sounds you’re most afraid of. It was horrible for a long time.”
He’d never spoken to you so candidly before. Hell, you weren’t sure if you’d ever heard him speak to anyone so candidly before. While the commander was friendly and kind to all, you had to admit that you couldn’t recall a single time he’d ever spoken about his own past. Why to you?
“But my da—I mean, Fleet Admiral Sengoku—helped me turn my power into something good for me.” He chuckled and looked up, reminiscing. “I was almost a worse fighter than you are back then. Used to be as clumsy and awkward on the battlefield as I am off of it. He showed me how to use my fruit in combination with observational haki to give me a huge advantage.
“Now when I use my power, I can feel things with that haki to ‘hear’ all the things you miss out on when there’s sound. Everything from the energy of my enemies to the energy of a beetle digging a den five hundred feet away. I was so afraid of using silent for so long, but it turned out to be the thing that made me into a powerful fighter.”
You sat wordlessly for a moment, watching the towering man be more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. It was strange. But…nice.
Finally, you spoke. “So what you’re saying is, if I have this power…”
Rocinante nodded. “You should use it.”
You swallowed hard, then rose to your feet. “Alright.” Picking up one of your axes, you added, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Taking a deep breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. Please, please don’t let me hurt anyone. Lifting your arm, you tossed the axe as gently as you could in the direction of the large hill that stood at the edge of the training grounds.
With the whooshing boom of the sound barrier breaking, the axe flew from your hand so fast that it was completely invisible. A moment later, a rumble and a huge crash echoed from the hill as the axe flew cleanly through it and out the other side.
You turned, cringing, back to Rocinante. “So anyway, that’s the Pitch Pitch fruit…”
Your commander’s jaw was nearly on the floor, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Y-y/n… you’ve been able to do that this whole time??”
“Like I said, it’s really dangerous…”
“Yeah, you throw an axe at an enemy like that and you’ll kick their ass, no questions asked! Shit, I kinda wish I could do that…”
“So you think I should keep using it then? Even during training?”
“Hell yes I do! It’s the coolest thing ever!!” Rocinante’s eyes were lit up like a little kid watching a wrestler or a mecha battle on TV. “We’ll have to get you something lighter to throw during training, that should help mitigate some of the damage…but you should be proud you have that ability, Ensign y/n.”
You blushed. For the first time, you actually felt kind of… ok with your power. Rocinante was the first person to tell you it was anything but a nuisance at worst, a death trap at best. Looking at the massive hole through the hill at the other end of the field, you had to admit—maybe the man was onto something.
___________________________________
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Can you believe it, y/n??”
You flinched as Recruit Aleppo squealed into your ear, appearing from somewhere behind you.
“Jesus, Aleppo, I know! First mission, very exciting. Can you maybe not make me go deaf next time?”
“Oh, yeah,” the young woman giggled. “I guess that’s kind of our Commander’s job, isn’t it?”
You said nothing, instead choosing to gaze out onto the endless sea before you. It had been nearly six months since you’d been on a ship—the last time being when you’d arrived at Headquarters—and you’d forgotten how much you loved the smell of salt in the air, the strange quality of the breeze that seemed to carry adventure on its tongue.
“Crete-de-Vague Island is supposed to be super rich and fancy, yknow,” Aleppo was babbling on blithely. “They make the world’s finest furs there! Coats and shawls and purses… ooh, maybe we’ll have time to go shopping!”
You nodded briefly but otherwise ignored your fellow recruit. You were too busy reflecting on your conversation with Rocinante from that morning.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” you’d said as he helped you load weapons and supplies onto the boat.
“Trust me, y/n,” Rocinante had grunted, lifting a box onto his shoulder, “I wouldn’t be taking you along if I didn’t think you were ready for this.”
“This just seems like a big step, y’know? We haven’t been training for that long…”
Setting down the box in the cargo bay, Rocinante walked toward you. What he did next had nearly made you swoon.
Slowly, he’d knelt in front of you, bending his knees until his eyes had aligned with yours god the shades of red in those eyes… And then he had smiled—that big cheesy grin of his that he’d only very recently started sharing with you. Throwing up a peace sign, he had loudly proclaimed—
“I believe in you, y/n!”
The high was more than enough to carry you through the morning’s tedious preparations to set sail.
So he trusted you enough to send you on a mission, then. Finally, after so much time, you were beginning to break through into him, be a person Rocinante could put his faith in.
You wouldn’t let him down.
It took you all of five days of sailing to reach Crete-de-Vague, where you’d been asked to clear out some pirates who had taken over and started stealing those famous furs. A straightforward enough mission, it would seem.
In between training sessions and briefings on the pirates you were preparing to fight, the squadron’s attitude was lively. There was no small amount of alcohol consumed in the evenings, with your commander often at the center of the festivities.
He really was a wonder to watch, that man, the way he made every person on your squadron feel valued and seen and heard. As ridiculous as he could often be—tripping over his own feet, cracking terrible one liners—every single one of you looked up to and adored him.
One night after everyone had gone to bed, you found yourself on the deck, a little drunk, looking out again onto the black and eternal sea that had captured your attention so thoroughly in recent days You were so captivated by the soft rise and fall of the waves that you hardly noticed the gentle footsteps approaching you.
When Rocinante leaned against the half-wall next to you, you jumped. “Jesus, Commander, warn a guy next time!”
That sheepish grin of his again, and he spoke, words imperceptibly slurred. “M’bad.” So he was a bit drunk as well, but then you weren’t particularly surprised. There’d been a lot of sake floating around tonight, and you’d watched him go head to head with Recruit Keiryo to see who could drink more (the commander had won, of course, being twice the size of both Keiryo and everyone else on the squadron).
“Yer not seasick, are you? First time I sailed more’n a few days, I was in the sick bay more than I was out of it,” Rocinante chuckled as he lit a cigarette, his eyes on the sea.
“Oh, uh…nah, I’m good. I have a pretty strong stomach. Didn’t have a lot of food as a kid, had to eat what we could find. It sucked at the time, but now I never get sick,” you commented thoughtlessly.
You regretted the words as soon as they’d left your mouth. Not even Bellemere knew the extent of what you’d been through before joining the Navy. The pirate boss who’d controlled everything leaving and entering your island, the droughts that had left your family’s little patch of farmland barren as bones, the way you and your mother had had to pick pirates’ pockets just to feed yourselves and your baby sister—oh god don’t think about her don’t think about your baby sister—the way you’d eaten your devil fruit because it was the only food you could find. No one here was ever supposed to know any of that.
But Rocinante turned to look at you, an expression you’d never seen before on his face. “So… y’know what it’s like to be hungry too. Figures. I knew there was a reason we got along.”
Your face was burning, heart beating fast. How the hell did this man keep burrowing his way into the bottom of you, pulling out the truths you were most scared of admitting and holding them up to the light to watch the beams shine clean through them? First the stuff about the intelligence test at the academy, then your fruit, now the stuff that woke you up in cold sweats at night. This strange need for me to know him, this stranger need for him to never know me…
“M’brother and me spent around two years havin’ to dig through the garbage for food.” Rocinante said abruptly. When you didn’t respond, his face turned pink. “Just, like… somethin’ you and I have in common, I guess.”
Eager to turn the conversation away from yourself, you replied. “I didn’t know you even had a brother. He in the Marines?”
Rocinante laughed out loud, partially from relief that he hadn’t offended you. “No. My brother… I don’t think he’d be caught dead in the Marines. But we haven’t talked in a long time, so… who knows, I guess?”
“Why don’t you talk?” You ask, somewhat distractedly. You’d just noticed how close the commander was standing to you. You could almost feel the energy sparking from his arm that rested mere inches from yours.
“Oh, y’know. He’s a terrible person.” Rocinante shrugged and looked away from you again, his face now bright red. It was clear that was the only explanation you’d be getting. “What about your family? You close to them?”
As he spoke, the commander gently rested his big, callused hand over yours.
Why were the two of you sitting here, having this conversation that it was clear neither of you wanted to have? Why couldn’t you just walk away? You could feel the irritation rising in you. After all this time, now he was trying to be close to you, now he wanted to be your friend, now he wanted to do…whatever the fuck he was doing touching you like this, like you’d desperately wanted, like you were furious to admit you enjoyed in this moment.
“Look, Commander. It’s frankly none of your fucking business, ok?” You yanked your hand out from underneath his large one and turned away, walking quickly back toward the barracks. “‘M going to bed.”
“Hey, Ensign?”
Great. Pulling the rank card on you.
“What?” You all but spat at him, wheeling around. The look on his face almost melted you. Soft, slightly disappointed but much more full of a strange sorrow you couldn’t quite place. Later you would realize it was sympathy.
“Whatever happened to you… I’m sorry.” He said, so softly it was almost a whisper. You felt your eyes welling up as you turned away and stormed back to the barracks.
You took one of Ensign Henri’s sleeping pills (idiot, just leaving them out like that) when you got back, stripping down and getting into bed in record time. Thoughts pounded through your head as you waited for the drug to hit you, desperate for the release of sleep. Why do I want him so bad? Why is he so insistent on knowing me? Why do I care? Why do I want him? Why do I want him? Why do I want him?
The last thought that you remembered before the haze of pill-induced sleep took you over echoed through your head like a ghost in a very old house.
What am I so afraid of?
—————————————————————
Aleppo hadn’t been wrong. Crete-de-Vague was beautiful.
As you hopped off your ship and walked into port, you couldn’t take your eyes off the town that rose above you, built into the hillside. Flowering trees grew everywhere, sending bright red petals and an aroma reminiscent of persimmon scattering onto the breeze. Huge Tudor-style houses, packed closely together by the necessity of city living, lined the steep cobblestone streets.
But the dock was nearly empty when you’d arrived. Strangely silent for a port. No workers to help with your cargo, no other ships to give you a sense of who was present in the city.
Well, except for one.
A massive barquentine ship, built from dark mahogany, floated hulking and foreboding in the dock beside yours. The sails were a deep shade of black, and the flag flapping above the crows nest was unmistakably a Jolly Roger.
The tension was blanketlike over the squadron as you all followed Rocinante past the docks and up the hill toward the center of town (minus Rhys and Hidalgo, who were guarding the ship and keeping the cannons manned). No one said anything about the other boat.
“Don’t forget, ensigns—they probably already know we’re here,” Rocinante was warning you as you approached the first buildings. “When pirates take over an island like this, they usually put eyes everywhere. Be ready to fight at a second’s notice.”
The buildings that had looked so glamorous from the port were beginning to bely evidence of a struggle as you got closer. Smashed windows, boarded up doors, smoldering cannonballs embedded in walls. It was clear that whatever was happening here had been hard on the citizens of Crete-de-Vague.
You could feel nausea setting in as you got deeper and deeper into the city. Not out of fear at what you were about to do—Rocinante’s proclaimed belief in you had seemed to get rid of that, even if you were a bit irritated with him at the moment. No, these houses with their busted support beams and rubble on the doorstep were burying themselves uncomfortably inside your memories of childhood. The way you and your friends had played on top of rubble from a statue blown to bits. The way you’d had to bolt if the pirates were around and hope to god some neighbor was kind enough to let you in. The way they’d broken down your door in the middle of the night and taken the last of your dead father’s pension and hurt your mother and oh god your baby sister
You were starting to feel dizzy on your feet, the edges of your vision beginning to blacken. Just as you were sure you were about to collapse, a massive hand rested on your shoulder.
“You’ll be all right, Ensign. Breathe.”
And while you shoved his hand off your shoulder
asshole trying to act like he knows my business
and walked ahead of him, you did breathe. And it helped.
As you approached a flat expanse between the buildings toward the top of the hill—ostensibly the square, although it had seen much better days—Rocinante used his baby Den Den Moshi to radio in to Sengoku, his commanding officer (you weren’t even going to pretend like you knew how that worked). “Yeah, we’re here. You said the mayor was supposed to meet us?”
Sengoku’s voice, crackling over the receiver and out of the snail’s mouth. “That was the plan, in the town square. How’s the damage to the city?”
“Looks pretty bad. There’s no people around either.”
“Yes, the person who reported the pirates said that folks there were afraid to leave their houses. I’m surprised the mayor isn’t there yet, though.”
“Yeah, we haven’t s—“
A dull thud, like a bag of sand, broke the silence of the empty square, echoing just behind you and the other recruits. Rocinante stopped speaking immediately, silencing his Den Den Moshi with a click and putting it into his pocket.
Slowly, you all turned around.
There, on the ground, in a position like a broken marionette, laid an older man—or at least the body of one. Blood drenched his white shirt and tie. Getting closer, it was easy to see that his throat had been cut—or rather, ripped open. An expression of pleading terror was frozen on his creased face.
The squadron was painfully, excruciatingly silent.
Then a high pitched voice from somewhere above you broke the taut quiet—“Don’t worry, the mayor made it on time after all! Didn’t he, boys?”
At least thirty additional voices shouted out cheers from somewhere on the rooftops.
You could feel the pall as every marine’s stomach dropped out at the same time.
Rocinante, however, seemed to have no such fear. His eyes were glowing with a breed of fury you didn’t know was possible from the normally easygoing man. He was staring at a nearby chimney with intensity—his haki must have clued him in to where the first voice was coming from.
“Squadron, prepare to engage.” He spoke, gritting his teeth, never taking his eyes off the chimney. Obeying your commander, the ensigns took fighting stances and drew weapons. You pulled two axes from your belt (you’d been carrying six at a time since you’d started using your devil fruit more) and got ready. This was what you’d been training for. This was your chance to show what you were truly capable of.
“Let ‘em have it, boys!” The voice behind the chimney roared. Stepping out from his hiding spot, you caught a glimpse of the man who’d been terrorizing Crete-de-Vague all this time. Skin so pale it was almost translucent. Long black hair twisted into a hundred tiny braids. Wiry build, sharp jaw, heavy shadows surrounding his protruding collarbone and shoulders.
Torrez Diego.
He almost would’ve been hot if he weren’t so scary.
But your chances to ruminate on your enemy’s fuckability were cut short as close to forty pirates poured down from the rooftops into the square, cutlasses drawn, guns at the ready. You watched a muscular middle aged woman with a mole on her chin fling herself at Henri, laughing as he frantically blocked her attacks. Rocinante was fighting two men at once, dancing between their kicks and blows (and quite frankly kicking their asses). Kingston ducked and barely avoided having his head shot off with a…holy shit, a fucking bazooka. These guys weren’t fucking around.
But you knew your directive. You stayed still and watched Diego closely. He was dodging the occasional shot from Ensign Parvati, your squadron’s best sharpshooter, which she was barely managing to fire in between rounds of grappling with a massive, rotund man who seemed to be excellent at throwing his weight around. You waited.
And when Torrez Diego suddenly smiled and raised his left hand, you grabbed your axe tightly and bent your legs, preparing.
When he shouted, “Seam tear!” You flung it as hard as you could.
Two things happened at once, as if in slow motion. First, your axe shot at impossibly breakneck speeds through the air toward Diego, booming through the sound barrier as it prepared to knock him through the next three buildings. Second, Diego’s devil fruit power—his seam tear— began to take effect. With the sound of a thousand pieces of paper tearing at once, a massive rip began at Diego’s outstretched hand. It traveled down the building he was atop and into the square, splitting the ground itself beneath your feet. The ensigns dove into chaos, leaping out of the way of the massive chasm that formed within seconds; the Torrez pirates simply laughed as they took cover on either side of it.
Meanwhile, your axe flew and flew through the air.
And missed.
Diego felt the axe whiz by his right ear and turned back, watching as it flew through three buildings before finally embedding itself in a steel wall.
A miss, after all this fucking practice, a miss. What the fuck is wrong with me?
And his attention turned to you.
“Well look at that! It’s not often you see an ensign who’s a devil fruit user!” Diego grinned, showing long yellowing teeth. Never mind about the hot stuff… “Why don’t you take me one on one, and we’ll see whose fruit is better, eh?” With a chuckle, he climbed off the roof of the building in a single jump and began walking toward you.
You weren’t a hand-to-hand fighter. Sure, you could hold your own with the axes, but not against someone like this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Y/n!”
Rocinante grabbed your hand out of nowhere, pulling you along with him. With a surprisingly graceful leap forward, he tapped Diego quickly on the shoulder.
“Silent!”
You watched the now familiar blue shimmer of energy as it enveloped Diego, leaving him completely deaf and mute. His face paled as he touched his ears frantically, his eyes widening in shock.
It gave you just enough time for Rocinante to pull you into a side street. The two of you hurtled down it as Diego shook his head, finally coming to his senses, and began to pursue you.
You could feel the man’s presence behind you, sense his haki—something you were slowly learning how to do—but you were unable to hear his footsteps, his breathing, his furious jeers. The effect was jarring as you and your commander plunged deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine side streets of Crete-de-Vague.
“Commander, I let you down. I’m so sorry.” You managed as the two of you ran, Rocinante pulling you in what felt like random directions. Was he trying to throw Diego off?
“Don’t worry about it, Ensign. Happens to everyone. It just means we have to—he grunted as he yanked you hard to the right and up a small flight of stairs—“rethink our battle strategy a bit is all.”
“What about the others?”
“Y/n, our squadron is tough as nails. I have no doubts they’ll beat those pi—shit.”
A dead ended alley.
Desperately, you and Rocinante glanced around for doors, for something you could climb on to get over the wall, for anything.
There was nothing.
You could both feel Diego’s haki, getting closer and closer to you, and the man surely had only blood on his mind.
You were fucked, if neither of you could…. Wait.
Stupid.
You chided yourself mentally as you flung an axe at the wall before you. A terrific boom, and the two of you suddenly had an instant pathway right through the building and out the other side! …Even if it was a bit covered in rubble.
Rocinante laughed out loud. “Wow, very impressive, Ensign!”
You couldn’t help but grin back at him as the two of you continued forward. But as you looked behind you, your stomach dropped.
You had lost too much time on the wall, and Torrez was right on your back. Reaching for you, his lips curling to form the words. Seam tear.
A rip shot out from the man’s fingers, aimed directly at your commander.
“Rocinante!” You shouted, trying to alert him. Your commander turned back, and as if in slow motion he
Saw Diego.
Saw the rip.
Dodged it.
Tripped.
Coming in with the worst possible timing in human history, midway through his dodge to the left Rocinante’s foot hit a loose cobblestone. It sent him flying to the right somehow, too far, and you watched in sickened horror as Diego’s rip hit Rocinante hard and climbed up his inner leg, a spray of blood accompanying it.
“Commander!” You could barely even recognize your voice as your own as Rocinante went down, hard, his head slapping the pavement. You were at his side in a second, squeezing his hand (god why were you squeezing his hand after everything) as Rocinante groaned, tried to stand up, fell.
Diego was grinning at you, baring his long yellow teeth like fangs. He spoke, but no sound came out—but you didn’t need to hear him to know he was telling you all the gruesome ways he was going to kill you. If he would just let his guard down, you could throw an axe, but his attention was laser focused on you and your (bleeding semiconscious really very badly injured) commander.
And you remembered something you’d learned about the man in your briefing. He was known to be a sucker for flattery.
Thank god you’d actually paid attention.
“Commander, I know you’re hurt, but can you turn off his silent? Trust me.”
A snap of his fingers—he must have been just aware enough to hear you—and Diego’s voice boomed into focus.
“—plenty of things my crew can think of to do to little queers like you, and—“
“Jesus, you almost killed him! That’s a marine Commander! How did you do that?” You interrupted, looking up at him, cringing at your own bad acting and hoping to hell you weren’t being too obvious.
Torrez Diego paused for a moment, looking down on you appraisingly. Then he smiled.
“I’m the strongest pirate this half of the sea, kid. Bounty of 35 million, in case they didn’t mention it at pansy navy boy school. I’ve killed men twice as strong as your Commander here.”
You leaned forward, eyes wide. “You’ve killed others?”
“You’d better believe it. In pretty fucked up ways too, just ask my crew.”
“Would you, um…” you blinked innocently, pushing your ass out just slightly. Might as well play the game if you were gonna play the game. “Would you tell me about some of them?”
Diego grinned, clearly checking you out a bit in your new position. Wow. This guy was a fucking moron.
“You wanna hear about the time I keel-hauled a woman for cheating on me?”
You nodded, feigning excitement. “Grab that crate and sit down. Tell me everything!”
“Even the little baby marines are impressed by me, the greatest pirate in this corner of Paradise.” He chuckled. And he
Turned
Around.
Idiot.
With lightning speed you grabbed an axe from your hip and flung it hard. The alleyway was too tight quarters for you to miss again, and the weapon hit him right in the back, digging in so deeply that the blade protruded out the other side. With a sickening groan, Diego fell to his knees, touching the axe sticking out of his chest softly. He turned white-faced to look at you, opened his mouth as if to speak… and collapsed.
It only took a moment until the man was still.
“Rocinante!” You all but screamed, turning to your commanding officer on the ground beside you. He was attempting to sit up, his legs splayed out awkwardly in front of him, one of his white pant legs torn and irreparably stained with blood.
“Jesus Christ y/n, you really saved my ass with that one. You ok?”
“You need medical care, Commander,” you spluttered, face turning red at how casually he spoke to you in the face of such a severe injury. “Look, I’ve got my field medic kit and you know it’s one of the few things I’m really good at. Let me take a look at it.”
Rocinante hesitated, then nodded. Indicating the war-torn building to your right, he remarked, “Pretty sure that place is abandoned. Let’s do it there.”
You put one of his massive arms around your shoulder (so close he’s so close), using all your strength to hoist him up enough to make it to the door. Locked. You went to grab an axe, but Rocinante suddenly knocked it off its hinges with a kick from his good leg, leaning on you to keep his balance.
“Jesus dude, you’re fucking injured!”
“I haven’t been any help whatsoever today. Let me do something at least!”
You could feel his grin behind you. Trying to make you laugh, you knew. Keep the mood light so you don’t freak out about the fact that he might be bleeding to death. As annoying as it was, you could feel your stomach warming. Kind, that man.
You lay Rocinante down on a slightly moldy-smelling fur rug, one of the only signs anyone had ever lived here. The rest of the house was empty and covered in dust.
Quickly, you pulled your pack off and grabbed your medic kit, pulling out disinfectant, a roll of gauze, a needle with surgical thread.
“Ok, I—I’m gonna have to take your pants off, Commander.” You blushed deep red as you realized what you were saying. Sparing a peek at Rocinante’s face, his was somehow even redder than yours.
“Oh, I can—“
“No, let me do that part.”
“Fuck, ow, a little slower, y/n.”
“Sorry, sorry…”
Through an extremely awkward working dialogue, you managed to get Rocinante’s pants unbuttoned and slid them down to the floor until he was able to kick them off.
Just looking at his muscular thighs—scarred from what you assumed was years of training and battles—was enough to send blood flowing from your red face to a very different part of your anatomy. And the slight gap between those thighs and the hem of his boxers…
Fucking shit, y/n. Focus.
Swallowing hard (and hoping to hell Rocinante didn’t notice the sudden bulge in your pants), you moved to his right ankle, where the rip started. The injury was surprisingly not as bad as you’d expected it to be—instead of a leg torn in half, what you were looking at was simply a very long, very deep cut traveling up Rocinante’s inner thigh to his…oh fuck, it went nearly to his groin. This was something you could actually handle medically. It would remain to be seen if you could handle it for other reasons.
“Commander, how the hell did you avoid getting your leg completely torn to shreds here?”
“Armament haki. I’ll show you some stuff sometime.” Rocinante sat up to watch you as you examined his wound, supporting himself on his hands.
“That’s cool, Commander. I’d like that,” you said, smiling at him. He’ll be ok, he’s gonna be ok. “Ok, bite your sleeve or something. I’m putting on disinfectant, it’s gonna hurt.”
Rocinante nodded and did as he was told, grunting in pain as you splashed a liberal amount of the stuff up and down his leg, closing your eyes and thinking about anything else when you reached his upper thigh.
“Ok, I’m gonna start sewing you up. No anesthetic, but hold on, ok? Let me take care of you, Commander.”
You were almost embarrassed of the words coming out of your mouth—needy bottom shit—but you couldn’t deny how relieved you were that your friend and commanding officer was ok. And that you got to be the one to help him heal…
“You already saved my life once today, y/n. It’s kind of you that you’re willing to do it again,” Rocinante said with a grimace of pain as you began to stitch him up.
“Yeah, well… you’re kinda my mentor, so I didn’t have much of a choice.”
Rocinante grinned. “You think of me as your mentor??? Y/n… that’s so sweet!”
Your heart stuttered at his warm response, emotions swirling in your brain, unable to decide if you liked this or didn’t like this.
Rocinante continued. “After that fight we had the other night, I wasn’t sure you even liked me.”
“I like you. I just don’t like people bothering me about my past. I’m trying to move on, ok?”
Rocinante was quiet for a long moment, only the nauseating sounds of needle through flesh sounding in the room.
Finally, he spoke. “I know it doesn’t feel like talking about it will help. But I promise you it does.”
“What would you know about it? Other than you and your brother dumpster diving for a few years or whatever.”
Rocinante’s face was serious. “My entire family were treated as pariahs. My mother died because people wouldn’t give us medical treatment. We got attacked by both children and adults almost every day. Sometimes they’d sic dogs on us. Once they even tried to burn our whole family at the stake. And then in the end, my brother murdered my father in front of me.”
Your jaw dropped, and you stopped stitching, looking up at your commander with your mouth agape.
Rocinante suddenly smiled. “Wow, it feels so much better to talk about it! Ok, now you.”
“W-what??”
“Now you tell me yours!”
You spluttered. “It doesn’t work like that! What the fuck do you mean your brother killed your father??”
Rocinante smiled. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
You’re glared at him. “Not gonna happen. Now hold still so I can finish.” You had almost reached your commander’s groin, and while your hands were sweaty and your heart was racing, you weren’t about to quit with his wound half stitched (even if he was annoying the hell out of you right now).
In silence, you finished stitching your commander’s wound (your hand brushing excruciatingly, temptingly close to his cock as you did so) and bandaged his whole leg, neither of you speaking.
Finally, Rocinante broke the quiet. “Whatever it is, I’m really proud of you for becoming the man you are today despite it, y/n.”
You look up at him, the compliment kinder than anything you’d heard since your mother passed.
“…I’m checking your eyes for a concussion, dipshit.”
Wordlessly, you straddle him and push up onto your knees, pulling his head down to look into the taller man’s eyes. You can smell him—a mixture of blood, good tobacco, and better cologne—and you’re aware of the intimacy of the position. If you lowered yourself, you’d be sitting on his…
Don’t think about that now.
Think about the disarming reddish brown hue of his eyes. Think about the beads of sweat on his temple. Think about his hair, his golden hair that must be so soft to touch… think about…
“You’re an incredible marine, y/n,” Rocinante murmured. “An incredible friend. And a—“ he hesitated, but did not break the eye contact— “a really beautiful man.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Rocinante never looked away from you, but his hand gently touched your knee.
Don’t do it. No matter how much you want it. Don’t do it. Don’t let him in. Don’t.
Don’t.
Your lips crashed into Rocinante’s with a vengeance, your hands tangling up into that yes I was right it’s so soft golden hair, and he grabbed you and tugged you against him, moaning against your mouth as you clung to him.
“Y/n…” Rocinante gasped, his hands sliding up and down your body, under your white marine shirt to caress the newly developing musculature of your chest—all that training had been kind to you—and you should care you should stop him but you didn’t, you couldn’t, your tongue was in his mouth, your fingers were plucking at the buttons of his shirt, Rocinante, Rocinante….
“Wanted you like this for so long, y/n…” Rocinante was panting as he broke off the kiss to breathe into your ear. “I know it’s wrong, I know you’re my subordinate, but fuck, y/n… every single fucking day during training, every single fucking night when I couldn’t sleep… you’ve been stuck in my thoughts like one of your fucking axes sticking into a target…”
Raising your eyebrows, you glanced out the window at the axe sticking into (and through) Torrez Diego. Rocinante followed your eye and laughed embarrassedly.
“Ok, maybe not the best metaphor.”
“Commander, please don’t talk. Please just… take me,” you said softly. Your shirts were both off now, and you were caressing the stunning, well defined muscles of his abs and chest, your cock achingly hard in your pants. Scars—cuts, burns, long ropy deep ones of uncertain origin—littered the broad expanse of his torso, matching the ones on his legs. So he hadn’t been lying about his childhood.
As you pulled yourself closer to him, gazing up into his eyes, feeling his (holy shit it’s massive) hardening cock pressing against your ass, you couldn’t help but ask. “I didn’t even think you were into men. In fact, I’ve seen you on dates with women before.”
Rocinante shrugged, his hands sliding up and down your body, fingertips sending lightning bolts into your groin. “Gender is made up anyway. Anyone can be hot, don’t you think?”
“Eh. I’ll leave the women to you.”
Rocinante chuckled. “That means this man gets to be all mine.” With that he grabbed your ass hard with both hands, yanking you so close to him that you could feel his heartbeat reverberating through your chest.
“Fuck, Commanderrrrrr…” you groaned as he squeezed and caressed your ass, every motion sending a drop of precum leaking from your achingly hard cock, staining your standard issue uniform.
“Don’t call me that, don’t call me Commander,” he murmured roughly. “Call me Roci, y/n.”
Roci? You’d never heard anyone but his very closest friends call him that. You tried it out slowly. “Roci…”
His smile was like none you’d ever seen before from him, and it sent chills of want shimmering through you from head to toe.
“Fuck me, Roci!” You finally managed, grinding your hips desperately back and forth on his cock, trying as best you could to be careful of the new stitches but needing him inside you so badly that it hurt.
Wordlessly, Rocinante grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, landing you back-first on the fur rug as he leaned over you, his face flushed, one hand sliding up to caress your cheek.
“Jesus, Roci, be careful—you’re still injured, y’know!”
He glanced down at his leg. “Eh. I’ve fucked people I wanted less with bigger wounds than this one. And besides, you won’t mind if I have to…readjust occasionally, will you?”
Smiling, you shook your head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Good,” he said softly. Leaning down, hand still on your cheek, Roci kissed you with a warmth and tenderness you’d never experienced before. Loving, gentle, sweet.
You knew it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help but return the kiss—and the absolutely smitten gaze he gave you afterwards.
“Can I take these off?” Rocinante’s big hands were suddenly playing at your belt, and you felt your cock twitch hard at the proximity.
“Yes, jesus, yes,” you arched your hips up to allow him to remove the garment, biting back your moans as the fabric slid over your rock hard cock.
“And the underwear?” He asked, a note of hesitancy in his voice.
Not that he needed to hesitate. You nodded eagerly, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your boxers right along with his and sliding them off, discarding them on the dusty floor. You lay naked on the rug in front of him.
“Fucking hell….” Roci breathed as he stared at your cock. “Please, y/n… please let me touch you…”
You grabbed his hand yourself and moved it to the base of your cock, not breaking eye contact. You couldn’t believe you’d ever denied to yourself that you needed this. Holy shit. You NEEDED this.
Rocinante gripped you gently and slowly began to stroke your member, bowing his head to kiss your hipbones and exposed stomach as he did so. You knew what you were working with was pretty decent—plenty of guys had complimented you on your dick before—but you couldn’t deny that in your Commander’s massive hands it looked positively small.
Not that either of you minded.
The sensation of him gently squeezing your cock as he slid his hand up and down your length was enough to make you physically dizzy. Your head fell back with a moan as he caressed you.
“Please, Rociiiiii….”
When he gently swirled his tongue around the head of your cock, you were finished.
Bucking your hips up, you wailed, gripping the soft fur rug beneath you as your commanding officer took your member into his mouth.
Gently, Roci bobbed his head up and down along your length, sucking it deeply into his mouth, sliding his tongue along the underside. He followed the motions of his mouth with his hand, stroking you, his spit as lubricant. The room was filled with obscene noises as Rocinante positively worshipped you, soft hums of pleasure vibrating against your cock as you covered your mouth and tried not to scream.
He paused a moment and glanced up at you. “This ok?”
Your vision was blurred, your head spinning. You could barely manage to nod your head in response.
“Tell me.”
Your eyes snapped open to see Rocinante smiling at you, the tip of your cock still touching his lips, a twinkle in those red-brown orbs.
“Well, Ensign? How much do you like having my lips wrapped around your cock?”
You moaned in response, unable to form words. This was maybe the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.
Rocinante sat back, the friction of his hands and mouth on your cock suddenly achingly gone. “Tell me, Ensign. That’s an order.”
You couldn’t help yourself any longer. You bucked your hips desperately forward toward him. “God, Roci, it’s so good, it’s so good, fuck, I’ve needed this so long, please don’t stop, please, please…” you were babbling now, anything to get his lips on your dick again.
Finally, Rocinante obliged. Leaning up to kiss you quickly, his mouth led a trail back down your chest and stomach, following your happy trail to your cock. Briefly, he bent deeply and swallowed you completely, sucking you into his mouth hard enough to make you cry out in a mixture of relief and pleasure.
“Roci…” you managed to gasp, tangling your fingers in that soft, wavy golden hair of his. Your lover slid his mouth from your member with a wet pop, catching your gaze for a moment before he trailed his tongue lower. Pushing back your legs slightly, he slid his wet muscle along the seam of your balls, down lower, lower, ghosting across your perineum, and finally flicked it across your hole. Nuzzling his face softly against your inner thigh for a moment, he dove in and began to devour you.
Roci’s tongue moved in eager, hungry circles over your star, lapping at it ravenously, occasionally pushing his tongue inside you just to hear the moans you made when he did it. Softly, continuing to lick and suck at you, he gripped your cock in his hand and gave it several slow, deliberate strokes.
Your balls tightened, and before you even knew what was happening you were cumming, thick spurts of white-hot cum shooting over your stomach, your legs, your commander’s face. He grinned and closed his mouth over the head of your cock, swallowing what he could as you bucked and whined against him.
When you collapsed after several excruciatingly wonderful moments, Roci pressed a soft kiss to your hip bone before climbing back up to gaze at you. Your cum still dripped from his exquisite cheekbone as he smiled, looking down at you with an expression of nothing less than total adoration.
“You ok, y/n?”
Catching your breath, you nodded. “That was incredible.”
“I’m not finished yet, at least not if you don’t want me to be.”
Weakly, you brush your hand against his. “What did you—“ pant, pant. “—have in mind?”
Rocinante took your chin in his hand, enveloping you in a deep kiss. You could taste your own cum on his tongue, enough to make your spent cock twitch again.
“I seem to recall you saying something about wanting me to fuck you?”
You gazed up at him. If the cheeky smile on his face didn’t tell you everything you needed to know, his positively throbbing cock resting on your thigh certainly did. You almost lazily brought your hand to Roci’s cheek, wiping your cum off him with your thumb. He popped the digit into his mouth without breaking eye contact, sucking every last drop of you from your finger with an eagerness rivaling your own.
“Please, Rocinante…”
Releasing your thumb from between his soft lips, your commander leaned down and kissed you deeply, lingeringly. When he broke away, he was smiling.
“Mind lubing me up a bit first?”
Breathlessly, you nodded, your heart skipping a beat as he pushed two of his own fingers slowly into your waiting mouth. You sucked as eagerly as he had moments before, sliding your tongue over the rough pads of his fingers, tasting the salt and leftover gunpowder on his skin.
“Perfect.” Roci smiled as he watched you, slowly removing his fingers, the dim light glinting off a thin stream of saliva that he twirled around his index. “God, everything about you is so beautiful…” he breathed. “I hoped so badly that you felt this way, y/n. That you wanted me the way I want you…”
You felt your face redden as he smiled at you, touching his forehead to yours as his wet fingers trailed lower and lower. Brushing his lips against the tip of your nose, he reached your hole and slowly began to massage around the perimeter, causing a groan to escape you. “Roci, I need you, fuck…”
“My y/n,” your lover smiled, nuzzling his nose lightly against your cheek. As he did so, he slid one big finger slowly inside you. Your back arched against him as he pushed deeper and deeper, then gently added a second. You felt yourself stretching around him, a soft wail escaping your lips as he scissored his fingers inside you, watching your reaction, precum leaking from his big cock onto your leg.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
“S-so…good…” you barely managed to stammer, too love-drunk to even notice the pet name, bucking your hips against his fingers, trying desperately to fuck yourself on them. God, you didn’t know what this meant or what this was but you didn’t care in the slightest, you needed him so bad…
Roci leaned in and kissed you gently as he slowly began to slide his fingers in and out of you, sending you moaning into his mouth as he finally pushed deep enough to hit that spot (Jesus Christ and how he hit it) far inside you, sending a frankly very un-Marinelike cry from your lips. Your lover twisted his fingers, massaging you, chuckling softly as you writhed, dug your nails into his wrist, begged him with your entire body. More, more, more, please god more…
And then slowly he was withdrawing them, leaving you painfully empty beneath him. “Roci… please don’t stop…”
“Shhh. Relax, Ensign. Gotta take these out before anything else can go in. Although… I might need you to lube up that ‘anything else’ for me a bit as well?”
You were up and on your knees in front of Rocinante in a second, practically drooling as you finally got a good look at your commander’s dick. It was massive, easily 8 inches, and thick—you couldn’t help but worry a bit about how the hell it was going to fit into you. It curved up slightly at the pink tip, oozing drops of precum.
Rocinante noticed your apprehension and blushed. “I know it’s kind of a lot, but we can go slow…”
You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, never taking your eyes off it. “I don’t care what speed we go at as long as I get to have you inside me.”
Rocinante brushed his fingers through your hair. “Let me know if you need to stop, ok?”
You nodded, and slowly licked a long stripe from the base of his dick to the tip. Roci positively shivered, his hand tightening in your hair. “Fuck, y/n…”
Gently, you continued to lick your Commander’s cock, covering it in your saliva, tasting the salt on his skin. When you flicked your tongue up over the pink tip, lapping up the drops of precum leaking from his slit, Rocinante’s hips bucked forward involuntarily, pushing himself into your mouth.
For a moment you sputtered, unprepared for the sudden invasion, and Roci quickly moved to pull back out. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Following his hips, you eagerly took more of him into your mouth, feeling your throat stretch as it filled with him. He was huge, so huge it almost hurt to have him so deep, and you had to fight to control your gag reflex as he gazed down at you, his face flushed.
“Holy fuck, you’re good at this, y/n…”
You smiled as best you could with his cock filling your throat and slowly began to suck him as he had you, coating his dick with your saliva, your own cock already rock hard again just from the feeling of him in your mouth. Bobbing your head, you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of him—a little salty, a little musky, a little sweet. Delicious didn’t even begin to describe it.
You were beginning to find your rhythm now, a slow pattern of in and out, deep but not too deep—but Roci suddenly pulled out, his cock bumping your cheek as you released it. You were almost disappointed—sucking him had been like nothing you’d ever experienced—but that flew out the window when you caught his eye.
“Come sit on my lap, y/n.”
Wordlessly you nodded your head. Your mind was swirling. Holy shit, you really were about to get fucked by your commanding officer. Holy shit, holy fuck…
Roci sat back on the soft fur of the rug and you climbed atop him in the position you were in before—achingly, breathtakingly close. His cock twitched as he pushed it against your soaking wet entrance.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
You could only reach up to kiss him in response.
Slowly, so slowly it made your head spin, Rocinante pushed the head of his cock into your tight hole, both of you groaning in pleasure as it began to slide into you. It was so big, holy fuck, Jesus it was big, and as it stretched you wider and wider you couldn’t help but wince.
Roci paused immediately. “You ok, y/n? We can stop if this is too much…”
“No! No, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, Roci,” you managed to gasp as you adjusted to him, your nails digging into his back as you pressed your face to his muscular chest, needing him like grass needed water, like seabirds needed wind.
Gently, he ran a comforting hand over your back and pushed deeper, helping you to sink down onto his cock until it was sheathed entirely inside you.
“Fuck, Rocinante..” you hissed into his chest as he filled you. Gently, almost experimentally, you raised your hips and slid up and down Roci’s dick once. The sensation was nearly enough to have you cumming again, and Roci himself let out a long, low moan as your muscles clenched tight around him.
“Let me do it, y/n… I promise it’ll feel so good…” your Commander gasped, gripping your hips. Slowly, he began to guide you up and down his cock, brushing that spot inside you again and again. You were vaguely aware of a trail of drool running from the corner of your mouth as Rocinante pumped a little faster into you, and you dug your nails into his back as he held you close.
The two of you were well and truly fucking now, your ass bouncing on his cock as you moaned against his chest, praises and needy begging slipping indiscriminately from your mouth as Roci filled you, hit that wildly sensitive spot over and over, harder and harder, as he made you his.
You managed to briefly look up at your commander, desperate to see that he was enjoying himself as much as you were. Your heart skipped a beat at the way he gazed down at you, his eyes almost wet as he held you, fucked himself in your tight hole.
He was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
“Y/n… holy fuck, y/n…”
Suddenly Rocinante’s thrusts were getting harder, rougher, his grip on your hips getting strong enough to bruise, his breath coming in little gasps.
“Y/n, i’m so close…”
Your own cock was twitching as well, begging for a second release, and you slid one hand from around his waist to jack yourself off hungrily.
“Cum in me, Commander Rocinante,” you begged, staring into his eyes as you stroked your cock, eager to paint his abs white while he filled you.
And with a strangled wail, fill you he did, his cock twitching as it pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum deeply into your hole. The sensation of his seed splashing against your inner walls was enough for you to follow, burying your face against Roci’s pectorals with a long cry as you shot another load onto him.
“Baby, baby, baby, baby…” Rocinante gasped, pulling you so close you almost suffocated against his body as he finished, his hips bucking against yours with a vengeance until finally he collapsed, muscles relaxing. A moment later and you collapsed with him, and Roci lay you both back against the soft brown fur of the rug beneath you.
A moment of silence passed, Roci playing with your hair as he gazed at you, one his arms still around you.
“My y/n,” he finally purred when he caught his breath. “My sweet y/n.”
“I can’t believe we finally did that,” you laugh, nuzzling yourself against him, happier than you could ever remember being.
“I can’t wait to see what the other Ensigns will think when I tell them I have a boyfriend.”
You sat up, an indignant blush creeping up your face. “Boyfriend? Who the fuck said anything about boyfriends?”
Rocinante didn’t flinch. “I mean, I think it’s pretty obvious where this is heading, don’t you?”
“No!” You stood up, wobbling a little on your post-orgasm legs. Jesus, this man is going to crack me open no matter what I do, isn’t he? “Fuck buddies, or friends with benefits maybe, but not boyfriends!”
Roci just laughed, which you found very annoying. “If you say so, y/n.”
“Commander! Y/n!!”
The voice of Ensign Parvati suddenly echoed from outside the window. “Are you guys alive? …We beat back the Torrez pirates! …Hello?”
Rocinante’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, I forgot about the rest of the squadron.” Frantically he looked around, grabbing his shirt and pants, crashing into everything that wasn’t bolted down as he quickly put on his clothes. “Christ, I am such a bad commander…”
It was your turn to laugh as you stood up, grabbing your own clothes. “You’re fine! Parvati said we beat them.”
He turned to smile at you, affixing his Marine cap to his head. “I can’t say I regret getting so distracted, to be honest.”
“Jesus, you’re corny.”
“You love it.”
You couldn’t help but grin back at him as the two of you finished getting dressed, ready to find your squadron and celebrate your victory.
And although he was not your boyfriend, although he did not know you—you would never let him truly know you— although he was simply your commanding officer who happened to turn lover, nothing more and nothing less—as you walked out the door, you pulled him down to you and very gently pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Maybe next time you and Bellemere smoked weed and watched old cartoons, maybe you’d see if he wanted to come along.
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God DAMN do I love writing me some slow burn 😍 This is my first time writing mlm so please let me know if there’s anything I can improve on!
Did I invent an entire island with a fur industry just so I could make my characters fuck on a fur rug? You’ll just have to decide for yourself 😏
I think there’s enough here to warrant a part 2, if anyone wants to hear it. I had a lot of fun playing with the idea of a character trying to grapple alone with their trauma and self esteem and meeting someone as incorrigibly healing as our darling Rocinante. If this gets notes, who knows what could happen…?
Also, shoutout to my real Torrez Diego, I sincerely hope you never read this fic but you’re cool and deserve to have a scary pirate named after you 💚
As always, thanks for reading!
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Portgas D. Ace part. 1 ♡ / Portgas D. Ace part. 2 ♡
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3. Don't get your hopes up on character x character stories written by me. If there are any, they will be rare exceptions, as I'm generally not a big fan of this type of writing (except in some VERY specific cases). And I can probably only write that kind with Nico Robin.
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8. Fanfics with LGBTQIA+ themes (I'm really sorry, but I can't. Especially those involving characters like Zoro, Law, Doflamingo, Rosinante, Eustass Kid, etc... It just doesn't come out of there). But I can do things like that between women (orange/lesbians).
WHAT CAN I DO?
1. Yes, I can mix races and write reader with fishmen, minks or something else.
2. NSFW content (I definitely can and want to, once I have good development in the stories of course).
3. I can also do size kink, I just don't make it if that will be with characters like Whitebeard, Kaido, Blackbeard, Bartholomew Kuma and others like them...
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ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ━━━➤
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳✦「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」✦ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」
↳✦「𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞║Monster Various x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞
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↳✦「𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝║Kuroko no Basket Various x Reader」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝
↳✦「𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲║Genshin Impact NSFW Alphabet x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ━━━➤
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳✦「𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬║Yandere! Various! Mythological Gods x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬
↳✦「𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫║Yandere! Alien! Emperor x Reader x Various!𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫
↳✦「𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭║Yandere! Husband! x Reader x Platonic! Son 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ━━━➤
꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂
↳✦「𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫║Nanami Kento x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫
↳✦「𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀║ Eustass Kid x Reader 𝟏𝟖+✦ ━━━➤ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀
↳✦「𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠║Male! Orc x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠
↳✦「𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 & 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬║Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇꜱ║ᴇᴘɪꜱᴛʟᴇ 𝗜
↳✦「𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜║Kuroko no Basket Various x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜
↳✦「𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲║Kakuzu x Reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲║𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬
↳✦「𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥║Gojo Satoru x reader 𝟏𝟖+」✦ ━━━➤ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥
↳✦「𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭║Platonic! Diabolik Lovers x OC (HIATUS)」✦ ━━━➤ Ｆｉｒｓｔ Ｉｍｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ の印
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Day 4: Donquixote Doflamingo x fem! reader
In this setting, you're a maid in the Donquixote family's residence, and you're Doflamingo's favorite little plaything.... I realized I could check off a lot of the kink prompts with just this alone heheh oh well, he brings out a dark side of me I guess
Word count: 1,3K
Content: female reader, size kink, fingering, degradation, ball gag, restraints, creative use of devil fruit powers, dacryphilia, belly bulge, very rough sex, big power dynamic, BDSM
Doflamingo’s hand found your pussy, his long, mean fingers spreading your lips as your ass was high in the air, face pressed down to your mattress. A position you spent most of your days in ever since the captain of the Donquixote family decided you would be more than just a maid; you became his favorite plaything. You heard the sound of a bottle of lube opening, before feeling the cold liquid against your heat, gasping at the sensation. His fingers softly stroked the lubricant through your folds before sliding up to your entrance, pushing his middle finger inside of you. Due to his inhuman size, his finger was almost the size of an average male’s dick on its own, making you hiss and gasp at the stretch.
“In just a matter of months you’ve gone from barely being able to take my fingers to taking half of my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours,” his husky voice darkened behind you as he thrust his finger inside your pulsating walls, leaving you a gaspy and breathy mess, “you’re such a good whore, sucking me in~”.
The thrust of his finger created a squelching sound that had your cheeks burning as it got nastier with each movement, rubbing your walls deliciously inside of you, wetness starting to pool out of your cunt. Another finger accompanied the one already stretching you, making you arch your back as you cried out a moan.
“There it is, good doll, keep it like that,” he praised your arch while slapping your asscheek with his freehand, the other aggressively thrusting inside your squelching pussy, his slender fingers curling and hitting that sweet, spongy spot that has your legs shaking and his name rolling off your tongue. Your mind was hazy, and yet you realized he had never allowed you to feel pleasure alone, especially this long.
When his fingers could easily slip in and out of your cunt, he added a third finger before stretching his fingers to your entrance’s limit, laughing as he saw your gaping hole, your walls clenching around nothing but air. He relaxed his fingers to continue massaging your sensitive walls and violently searched for your sweet spot, making you drool on your sheets. A string was pulling inside your body, filling your insides with unbearable heat, leaving you panting beneath the giant of a man as you were desperately moaning for more, relishing in the feeling of finally being allowed selfish pleasure.
“You’re gonna be a good girl? Gonna be a good whore for me?” you weren’t really paying attention to his words, but mewled out your answer with a tirade of ‘yes’. His fingers sped up inside of you, the string inside of your core getting intolerably tight, making tears form in your eyes as you needed to come, begging the man for release.
“Fuck,” he snickered, but his laugh was painted with arousal, the pornographic sight in front of him making his cock almost tear through his pants. He saw how his slick fingers easily fucked your drenched cunt, savoring the sound of the sinful squelching they created, along with your horny, mindless moans. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, he felt your walls clench uncontrollably around his digits as he looked down and saw your mouth slightly parted, brows scrunched together in pleasure, quiet sighs and moans leaving your lips.
The string inside you had snapped, making warmth flood through your body, stars filling your vision as you felt yourself being weightless; utter and complete euphoria spoiled you, making you never want to leave such a plane of existence.
Doflamingo kept fucking your pussy until he saw you spasming beneath him, too sensitive to be touched so close after your first orgasm in some time. He raised his brow when he saw a tired smile tugging on your lips.
“Didn’t expect that, hm?” he asked you, easing his fingers out of you, hearing you hiss, before helping you back on your knees.
“….no,” you dared to be honest, ready to get a scolding, but he only gave you a deep laugh, before forcing his fingers in your mouth.
“Clean up your mess, hm?,” he grinned down at you when you did as you were told, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue cleaned your own slick off of his fingers, your lips stretching around his way bigger-than-average digits. When he was satisfied, he pulled his wet fingers out of your mouth with a small pop, before hooking his finger beneath your chin. He placed his thumb on your lower lip, stroking it carefully as he made you look up at his sunglasses, seeing the reflection of your disheveled self.
“Now it’s my turn, doll,” and he gave you a grin you knew meant you’d be unable to walk for the next few days.
Face pressed against the mattress by a foot longer than your forearm, you could only gag and whimper against the ball in your mouth, while your arms were tied behind your back with his strings, your ass sore from the rough thrusts and palms that always eagerly abused your skin and insides.
“You’re able to take more of me, you feel that hm? Feel how much deeper I am inside your pussy?” his laugh sent shivers down your spine as you huffed and grunted against the gag at each powerful thrust he fucked into you, your tears and drool staining the sheets beneath you. His hand snaked down your waist and landed on the bulged-out part of your tummy, feeling his cock on the other side of the layers of skin and fat separating it from his hand, growling at the sensation.
“Doesn’t it feel good being such a slutty little whore?” He grunted, his freehand slapped your rear again, reveling in the sting of his palm, seeing you arch your back at the impact, suddenly grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing your gaze forwards as his foot stepped off of you.
“I know you love it, just look at you,“ he reminded you of the mirror placed in front of the bed in your lounge, forcing you to look at his frame absolutely dwarfing your small one, seeing how your ass bounced off his hips, as well as seeing how much drool ran down your chin from the gag, a mix of tears in it as well as your ruined mascara, staining your cheeks. From the steep angle he had you in, you saw that a lot of his girth still hadn’t even penetrated you.
“And everyone thinks you are the most innocent person here,” he chuckled, his breath barely strained, “But that’s a lie, doll, you’re able to take me”.
His thrusts got slower, trying to inch his cock deeper into your cunt, seeing your lips stretched out around him, feeling your tight walls struggle to accommodate his size, causing him to grunt above you. Loud moans and grunts accompanied by whimpers and cries managed to escape the ballgag he had bound tight in your mouth. Your small sounds turned him on even more, and you saw his smile grow wicked in the mirror.
“So fucking noisy, maybe I’ll get rid of that soon to hear you scream~” he forced his cock even deeper inside of you, the slightly painful, yet arousing stretch knocking the breath out of your chest, your nose struggling to take in enough air for your lungs.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, doll, to make you take all of me,” he growled, before setting a ruthless pace, his huge hands suddenly around your waist pulling you up in the air as his length hit hidden spots inside of you, his pace never faltering. You were just a ragdoll to him, allowing him to handle you however he wanted.
I couldn't give you an answer if you asked me why I am attracted to this awful, horrible man... other than he's fucking hot and insane (my biggest weaknesses). Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed!
#donquixote doflamingo#donquixote doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x reader#sinful#one piece x reader#one piece#my work#kinktober 2022#x reader
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Hmmmm 👁️🫦👁️ yandere Doflamingo X from male reader who develops stockholm syndrome (I'm it isn't scientific but it's helpful ;-;) and ends up slowly warming up to/falling in love with him?
Doffy can be sickly sweet, always holding reader close, lavishing them with praise and buying things for them, but when reader tried to escape or got -what Doflamingo thought- was too close to someone else, he gets kinda dark. Cue some kind of punishment followed by him acting all good cop and doting on reader.
Some fluff/smut peppered in if that's okay 😭
Hope this is alright and doesn't break any of the rules
Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo x male reader
Headcanons
Tw for darker stuff ig? I love Doffy, hes my little crazy muffin. Probably not the best Stockholm syndrome, mainly just the reader being dumb and easily manipulated.
i feel like my obsession with doffys tongue is visible in this... exposing myself.
Doflamingo is known for being a master manipulator, so once he turns his attention to you and wants you for himself, he will have you one way or another. Theres a big chance you won’t even realize what’s happening until its way too late, and you are completely caught in his web of strings.
You had just been the average dock worker, working for one of the many companies working under The Joker in the underworld, smuggling all kinds of stuff. It was never your job to question what you were shipping, and not asking questions meant you got to stay alive.
You just happened to be at the wrong place at the same time. You just happened to be dumb enough to not have a sense of self preservation. You just happened to not recognize the 10 ft tall blonde in a pink feathery coat and goofy sunglasses. And you just happened to look so… cute.
You didn’t really have any friends on this island. It wasn’t the place you got close to anybody, and you sure as hell never trusted anybody, as everyone here was some kind of criminal. You were one of the few who wasn’t a blood thirsty psycho. You just had been given a bad hand in life and a lot of bad luck.
When the tall blonde started appearing near the docks on the regular, you didn’t question it. Questions should never be placed, and even though you had no idea who he was, everyone else seemed to fear him. So, no matter how handsome he was, you tried to stay out of his way.
You were a clumsy fool. It had resulted in a lot of punishment and beatings, but to Doflamingo, you were just so adorable. Like watching a little lamb running around thinking they were safe from the pack of blood thirsty wolves always circling.
When gifts started appearing in your dorm, as you were so low ranked in the system that you didn’t even have enough money for your own place, you didn’t know what to do.
You had never owned expensive things, so you knew nothing about the quality of things you were given. You didn’t understand just how expensive the shirt you were given was, or that the bracelets that looked a little too much like shackles cost more than someone like you would ever see in their life.
The gifts kept coming, and somehow your roommates disappeared, leaving the room all for you. One day when returning from the docks, it had even been redecorated. You almost had a heart attack, thinking someone else had moved in. But when you asked your superior, they had just glanced around nervously and said it was for you and to not question it.
Through all of this, Doflamingo watched your every move. From the moment you got up in the morning till you went to bed, and sometimes even as you slept.
Being who he was, Doflamingo had nothing against sneaking into your room as you slept, just so he could watch you. Or if he was feeling starved enough, he would lean down and kiss you, sometimes letting that long monster of a tongue slide into your mouth for just a small taste.
Before you knew it you were pretty much Doflamingos property. In the beginning you didn’t wear any of the fancy clothes or jewelry, not wanting to dirty any of it. But from one day to the next, all your old clothes went away, leaving you with only the clothes so expensive the majority of the world could only dream about owning it.
You didn’t understand why most of it bore a specific shade of pink, or that the symbol sewn into most of the clothes in one way or another was a jolly roger. You, in your oblivious mind, just thought it was a brand or print.
Doflamingo couldn’t help but feel pleased as everyone stared at you with fear and dread, avoiding you every chance they got, as everyone but you seemed to know you were his, and his alone.
You were right where he wants you, and little by little, Doflamingo would insert himself into your life. At first, you’d see him in passing, but soon you would see him every shift and you two would talk.
You were so concentrated with working that you didn’t notice how he always seemed to stare at you, and if he hadn’t worn sunglasses, you might have seen how he so rarely blinked, as if wanting to eat you up.
At some point he just happens to “offer you a job”, giving you the job of a lifetime. Doflamingo could almost have writhed in pleasure when you agreed, smiling so brightly and looking so deliciously stupid, to him at least.
All the many mysterious gifts you were given were moved, and soon you worked right under Doflamingo. Maybe as his assistant or something like that, some job where you would be right by him every day. Of course, you weren’t actually do any work that mattered, he just gave you fluffy paperwork that would be thrown out, since there was nothing of importance on them.
From then on you gave you his presents in person, leering and grinning when you became flustered and stuttered before giving a shy thanks.
Everyone in the donquixote family knew you were off limits as they saw the possessive look Doflamingo always gave you, or how he would pull you into his lap and claim there weren’t any more seats, using his strings to whisk whatever chairs were around away.
Working for Doflamingo, you ended up growing, what should I say, used to the treatment. You had come to expect his praise and lingering touches, or the gifts hed rain down on you. So when he kissed you the first time, you weren’t too surprised.
Sure you still blushed up a storm, but it had all seemed to lead up to this. To you, who still had no idea of Doflamingos darker side, thought he may just have been shy and expressed his feelings for you through gifts.
When you guys started “officially” dating, he got worse, or better, depending on who asks. I’m putting officially in quotations, as to Doflamingo you had always been his.
Forget about any type of work you were doing before, you were always seated in his lap now, wearing the clothes he picked out for you, and being a good little lover for him.
Dating Doflamingo also meant you quickly got used to gagging, since he’s the type of guy that always tries to shove his tongue down your throat, and with Doflamingo having the tongue he does, he actually succeeds in doing so.
Hes sickeningly sweet to you, fawning over you and piling praise on you, his large hands wandering and making you see stars whenever you are even a little bit in the mood. Its because of this it takes you so very long to realize what kind of monster he is.
The reveal was never meant to happen, but you somehow ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you got to see Doflamingos true colors. Seeing him tear someone apart with his strings, that large grin on his face, made you feel sick.
After that you grew distant, and Doflamingo pouted and kissed your face all over, trying to get him to tell you what was wrong. But you never told him, just shrinking away from him, as the seriousness of the situation finally seemed to dawn on you.
Even to you, who wasn’t the smartest person around by far, it all seemed to click into place. From your job, to your clothes, to how everyone seemed to avoid you, isolating you to under interact with Doflamingo.
You needed to get you, that’s what you became sure of. Its only because Doflamingo never thought you’d actually try to leave that you got the upper hand. In the end you didn’t even get off the island, but you were smart enough to get out of his base and to the docks where you had worked before.
But as you were about to board a ship to get outta there, strings seemed to cage in the entire island, like a birdcage. Doflamingo had realized you were gone, and he was pissed.
Before you knew it, conquerors haki covered the entire island, knocking you out almost immediately, but not before you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your feet, the reality of Doflamingos strength finally hitting you.
When you wake up again, you find yourself in Doflamingos bedroom, golden shackles similar to the bracelets you were given keeping you locked to the bed.
It takes you a moment to notice him, but when you do you almost throw up from the fear it causes. There in the corner sits Doflamingo, but for the first time since you’ve met him, he looks angry. No, he doesn’t look angry, he looks enraged.
He doesn’t even demand an answer from you as to why you tried to run. He just gets to his feet and approaches you, and for the first time his 10 feet of height scares you. But then he doesn’t something unexpected. He cradles your face in his hands and coos at you, treating you as if you were some kind of child or animal that had broken the rules, not because you wanted too, but because you were so very dumb you didn’t realize you broke them.
All these months of being with Doflamingo from morning till dawn as caused you to love him, its no secret. Its just a reaction of the human psyche, so part of you had been scared of disappointing him. It also makes your insides flutter at his cooing, even as he calls you a brainless stupid idiot who can’t think for themselves.
All his cooing and sugar sweet but cruel words makes you cry, making Doflamingo smirk when you sob into his chest, apologizing for running away. When you agree with him that you are stupid and can’t make decisions on your own, he knows he’s won. Well, he’s known he’s had you for months, but seeing you admit it is euphoric.
Doflamingo ends up holding you in his arms and cooing at you, pouting and sounding of so sweet as you cry, telling you he forgives you. But there must be consequences, and you have to be punished.
You’ve never been punished by Doflamingo before, so you have no idea what to expect. Knowing the kind of role Doflamingo wants to play, the punishment is probably something along the lines of overstimulation until you pass out, and when you wake up, he will do it again and again, repeating the process until he feels you’ve paid for your sins.
When hes strung you of everything you’ve got and you cant even think straight, he would pick you up and kiss you all over, praising you in that sickeningly sweet honey voice of his, carrying you to his personal bathroom.
Here he would get both of you into his large bathtub, where he would scrub your limp and hickey covered body dry as you whine and whimper, almost melting against his chest as his large hands massage all your sore muscles.
As you bathe, you most likely end up with him fucking your thighs, Doflamingo cooing in your ear that he will have mercy on your cute little holes for now, since they’re still so sensitive from your punishments. But next time he won’t be as lenient.
As he slides his shaft between your thighs, Doflamingo would slide his tongue down your throat again, smirking to himself as you jolt and twitch, still arching into his touch even as your body ached and burned from all the overstimulation.
After he finishes, he would praise you more before getting out of the bath, where he would dry you off in the softest of towels, before Doflamingo would tuck you both into bed. You would pass out immediately again, slumping against his chest as Doflamingo laughs, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.
He loves you, as much as someone like Doflamingo could love. And because he loves you, he owns you. That’s his logic at least. This also means you will never be allowed to leave, and no one will ever be allowed to take you away. And he will do everything in his power to make it a reality.
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Just a tought. If you'd like : What about yandere mihawk and Doflamingo punishing their darling (gn or male if you're okay with it) for something they didn't do. Heavy punishment only to discover someone else did it. How would they apologise? Would the poor so( who may have went willingly with them cause they understood that they had no choice) react?
Thank you
Aw this kinda makes me sad :(
Dracule Mihawk
“I was mistaken, I'll accept that. Tell me what I can do for you to forgive me.”
- The second he finds out he’s wrong, he immediately tries to gain his darling’s forgiveness. He understands quite well that this could make or break everything he’s been building. Trust is everything in relationships. So when he makes a mistake he will admit to it and do anything he can do to make it better.
- Hit him, starve him, choke him. Whatever you want. He’ll even put himself through the punishment his darling when though. It was probably isolation so he’ll close himself off from you and let you roam the castle. He knows you won’t be going outside (All of the doors/windows are locked, and dangerous killer monkeys outside).
Donquixote Doflamingo
“Shit!”
- First! He wouldn’t actually verbally say he's sorry. Second! his love language is gift-giving. So many gifts are given to his darling. Like all of the things, he gives you are extremely high-quality. It’s his way of saying sorry. Also, he’ll bring you to watch the person who actually deserves the punishment get tortured.
- He probably won’t put himself through the punishment he did for you, nor will he let you hit him (Too much). He will at least trust you more after this. Actually, take your word for what you did and didn't do. It just makes him happy you when willingly instead of fighting him.
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Doffy taking a bath with his shy boyfriend .
Male reader x Doflamingo.
Summary: you're taking a bath with your boyfriend but you're embarrassed to be naked in front of him.
Doffy entered the water and sighed feeling his muscles relax, but he is not completely satisfied, something was still missing for him.
- "Y/N, where are you, kytten? don't make me call you twice." - you hear your boyfriend call you from the bathroom.
- "do you need something, Doffy-sama?" - you try to maintain posture in front of your sexy naked boyfriend right in front of you.
- "yes, i want you to join me." - he orders and you widened your eyes, it was the first time he called you to bathe with him.
you got nervous, Doffy has seen you naked many times but you still feel ashamed to show your body to him.
- "you know i hate asking for things more than once, right kytten?" - he says in a warning tone and you started taking off your clothes in front of him.
your cheeks are burning and you couldn't even make eye contact with Doffy, who had his infamous smile on his face and was looking at you like you're his prey.
after being completely naked you quickly entered the water and only your head is on the surface.
Doffy is literally in front of you with his body wet and manspreading, he notices you admiring his body and smirks.
- "why are you so shy, kytten?" - he moves a finger making you look him in the eyes.
- "Doffy..." - you're in trouble, when Doffy smiles like that you know what's coming.
- "why are you hiding your beautiful body from me, pretty boy? works of art were created to be admired." - he moves his hands and your body was pulled closer to him, dammit you hate it when he uses his ability on you.
- "d-doffy..." - you squirm trying to move but it was useless, your boyfriend has complete control over you.
- "do you want me to make you feel beautiful like i always do? beg for me, pretty boy." - he whispers in your ear and his heavy hands grip your waist, your body shudders at his touch.
- "touch me please... Doffy... I want you so bad" - you beg your boyfriend to touch you and make you feel good.
Doffy licked his lips with his long tongue, it's so good to have you under his control, he doesn't understand why you are so shy about your body, you are Doflamingo's chosen one, his boyfriend, his lover, his favorite toy, that fact alone should make you proud.
- "good boy, I'll make you never feel ashamed to show your beautiful body to me again." - he lifts a finger pulling you into his arms.
get ready because your boyfriend is going to make you feel good all night until you can't walk anymore.
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english is not my native language so please be patient with any grammatical errors 😭
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ONE PIECE MASTER LIST
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male reader - M
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gender neutral reader - GN
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Monkey D. Luffy
KISSES AND GIGGLES M
SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F
DYSMORPHIA M
READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F
YOU FELT SO MUCH PAIN BEFORE YOUR DEATH M/GN/F
SENSITIVE F
GETTING BRUISED F
Roronoa Zoro
DYSMORPHIA M
READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F
NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M
SENSITIVE F
GETTING BRUISED F
Portgas D. Ace
MY SWEET BOY M
TEASING TILL HIS BREAKING POINT M
AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN
SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M
Nico Robin
ROBIN'S PLEASURE F
NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M
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Nami
NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M
NAMI X TRANS-FEM READER F
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NSFW HCS NAMI ROBIN VIVI M
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SECRET AGENT HUH? M
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SABO NSFW ALPHABET (U) M/F
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Sanji
SANJI WITH FTM READER HEADCANNONS M
THE LADYS LOVE F
AUTISTIC READER HCS M/F/GN
SANJI'S HEART'S STRUGGLE GN/F/M
YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS M
NEEDY BOY M
SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M
READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F
SENSITIVE F
GETTING BRUISED F
Shanks
NIGHT TALKS M/F/GN
SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN
ANGERED F
NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M
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Benn Beckmann
SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN
NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M
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Yasopp
SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN
Lucky Roux
SHANKS CREW REACTION TO SWEET GIRL F/GN
Charlotte Katakuri
AUTISTIC READER HCS M/GN/F
STRONG WIFE F
THE SAME FACE GN/F/M
UNKNOWINGLY A PROTECTOR GN/F/M
SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F
STARING GN/F/M
PIANIST F
SHE'S NOT SO WEAK F
SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M
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A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M
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SAME DEVIL FRUIT GN/M/F
PIANIST F
A AND P OF NSFW ALPHABET GN/F/M
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Vinsmoke Yonji
PURE FILTH F/GN/M
Sir Crocodile
LAUGHS AND FIGHTS M/GN/F
Usopp
READER WITH ADHD GN/M/F
NSFW ALPHABET N, S, V, Z M
Trafalgar D. Water Law
NSFW ALPHABET A, G, N GN/F/M
LIKE A PUPPET F
SOMNOPHILIA GN/F/M
Kuzan Aokiji
COMFORT MAN F
Donquixote Doflamingo
DOFLAMINGO X VIRGIN M!READER M
LIKE A PUPPET F
Dracule Mihawk
FLUFF AND SMUT HEADCANNONS M
Kumadori
NSFW ALPHABET FOR KUMADORI GN/F/M
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I JUST SAW THE REBLOG FOR 30 MINS LEFT OMGOMGOMG can i please request kizaru,crocodile and doflamingo with a male s/o thats around their age (like 5 years-ish younger) and he tries acting dominant with them but gets put in his place (nsfw headcanons or just a pharagraph whatever you’re comfortable with) sorry for my bad english it’s not my first language love you <3
Last but not least - here it is! This is officially the last request in my ask box! I hope you like it! It starts from rather innocent with Borsalino to explicit with Mingo ✌🏼️
Warnings: 18+, nsfw
Characters: Borsalino, Sir Crocodile, and Doflamingo
Word count: 900
Borsalino
The admiral was sitting in his office at the marine headquarters, doing the boring but necessary paperwork when a certain someone suddenly entered the room. Borsalino looked up with this lazy smile on his face. “Oooh, what are you doing here?” he asked you, tilting his head to the side while he watches you approach his desk slowly, Whenever he looks at you he can’t quite fathom how long it’s already been since you two had started dating. It feels like ages and yet he’s not fed up with you yet.
You take a seat on the side of his desk, rolling up your sleeves to expose your arms. “Thought I’d pick you up from work.” You reply, smiling at your partner. “Pick me up? But I’m not done with work yet.” Borsalino argues but you hold up your finger and press it in front of his lips. “And I’m telling you to stop what you’re doing and come with me.” You whisper, leaning forward to look straight into his eyes. The admiral’s eyes form to slits as he eyes you up and down.
“Are you trying to give me an order, Y/n?” he asks you, pressing his hands on the surface of the table and slowly getting up, his aura pushing you pack by itself until he somewhat towers over you. “And here I thought you were mature enough not to play those little games, Y/n. It appears I need to teach you some manners despite your age.” You two were always eye-level with each other but you really appreciate moments like this where you simply feel helpless in front of him.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees?”
Sir Crocodile
You don’t know why you’ve been feeling like this lately, but for some reason you wanted to annoy your partner as much as possible. He calls it childish but so be it. He hasn’t been paying attention to you as much as he used to. Sure, you don’t want him to be all lovey-dovey, swooning over you like some love-struck idiot but a tiny bit more attention couldn’t hurt, right?
You’ve noticed that Crocodile let you do a lot of things but when it comes to giving up power to you – especially in the bedroom – he has none of it. You’re usually not the dominant type of guy though you can stand up for yourself to him, you just most of the time choose to avoid conflict if it benefits you in the long run. But today is different.
When he comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower you don’t hesitate a second and press his body against the wall, taking him by surprise. You mouth finds his and you burry your hand in his black hair while the other one moves down his body before dipping down into his boxers. You can feel how his member reacts under your touch and you grin into the kiss, feeling confidence rise in your body.
Until it is ceremonially crushed by him fading into sand, disappearing from your sight, only leaving dry sand on your lips before he manifests himself behind you and presses your body against the wall instead.
“I thought men around my age already knew their place and didn’t have to be taught again but it seems I was wrong.” He said slowly, his hand dipping down into your pants, grabbing your dick harshly.
“Let me teach you where exactly you belong.”
Doflamingo
You are lying between Doflamingo’s spread legs, his length dipping down your throat with each thrust of his hips. He has his arms crossed behind his head, a cocky grin on his features while he watches you giving him head. The stubbles of your beard scratch against his thighs whenever you take him in deep enough and he loves this feeling.
You look up at him from between his legs, feeling your own erection press uncomfortably against the mattress, pre-cum staining the sheets.
“What a good boy.” Doflamingo praises and teases you at the same time, knowing full well that you’re not too fond of being called “boy”. As a reminder, you let your teeth scratch over his length, earning you a hiss from the man in front of you. “Careful there, Y/n.” he chuckles, thrusting his hips upwards as some sort of punishment, letting you choke on his dick.
You let his cock leave your mouth with an audible plop and look at him with one brow raised. “You should rather be careful when I have your dick between my teeth. You never know what might happen if I’m not careful enough…” you purr. Your lover lets out a breath laugh at your comment and watches with curiosity how you put your hands on his thighs and press them against his upper body, exposing his most vulnerable body part to you.
“And what do you think you’re now doing, Y/n?” he asks, voice still amused. It’s not like you’ve never taken him but every time he has been the one to initiate it and also the one in charge. “I’ll let you take a guess, Doffy.” You say with a fake smile before placing the tip of your dick against his entrance.
But when you try to thrust forward your hips wouldn’t move one inch. Confused, you try to move again but it doesn’t work. A dark and low chuckle that is rumbling through his chest gives you the answer as to why you’re not able to enter him.
“Did you really think I’d just let you do as you please? Now, I think it’s time you bow down to your king and make up for this insolence.”
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