#yandere doflamingo
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Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes
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Word count: 7,500+
Synopsis: Doffy is attempting to gain the upper hand against you. He's longed for you, yearned for you - in his own unique way. Considering you never give in to his flirtatious advances, he takes matters into his own hands and attempts to spike your drink. The problem? Your quick wit and nimble fingers switch whisky glasses with him, causing unforeseen problems that he has no cure for…
Warnings: Doflamingo x f!reader, NSFW, 18+, Mdni, smut, pollen fic, Pollen!Doffy x Unaffected!reader, dubcon, size difference (Doffy is 10’, reader is 5’+), degradation - Doffy receiving, yandere Doffy, Doffy is a brat, mentions of drugging, mention of poison, Doflamingo is a conniving bastard, swearing, choking - Doffy receiving, Doflamingo is his own warning, Doffy begs, toxic relationship, Doffy is infatuated, love confession, marriage proposal. ‘Mi amor,’ ‘Mami,’ femme titles used for reader.
Notes: this may not be everyone's cuppa, and it was absolutely something different I decided to try for pollen. Please read the warnings before reading the fic.
Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @nerium-lil @writingmysanity
Sitting at the lengthy dining table, Donquixote Doflamingo extended his glass out towards the gathering of eclectic individuals. Each person present had an array of wealth, titles and reputation; all represented with their names embroidered into their napkins and painted into their drinking glasses.
Doflamingo had planned everything perfectly. He had plotted each element of the meal to have everyone relax into the welcoming environment: keeping the air light and merry. There was not a fork out of place, nor a knife unaccounted for. He wanted the mood light enough to have you not suspecting a thing to go wrong.
And everything was going exceptionally well, all according to his plan.
“To a long and healthy relationship between us all,” Doflamingo's smirk grew on his face, him turning to you with a small wink, “And to casting aside differences in the face of humility. Salud.”
“Salud,” you and the crowd repeated in unison, all arms extended with beverages in hand.
Your glasses all contained gold letters depicting your names and titles on the rim. The servers ensured the liquid was all topped up with your chosen beverage for the night. Your choice? Whisky, neat with no frills nor ice to taint the liquid. Just like your host, Donquixote Doflamingo.
All according to your plan.
As soon as you received an invitation to attend this dinner party, you knew Doflamingo was planning something sinister for you. His silly little mind games he used to attempt to get the better of you were always centric to his plans. To embarrass you, to humiliate you, to harm you, to ridicule you: this was always the aim. And you had had just about enough of this torment.
Getting information out of his menagerie of guards and house staff was simple enough. Offer them enough Berry, and their lips would never stop moving. Hearing Doflamingo’s disappearance in the town square, halting over a small shop stocked with pills and powders, had you mortified at his cruel fate he had in store for the evening.
You expected poison to meet with your lips the moment you raised your glass to meet them. Your little game would rise to the greatest crescendo yet, you clutching at your rapidly closing throat and pleading for reprieve. Considering Doflamingo was the one to purchase the powdered poison, he would likely only offer you the antidote if you begged for it.
In lieu of following through with the action of swallowing a heaping gulp of poisoned whiskey, you decided to give the pink-feathered bastard a taste of his own medicine. You reap what you sow, was how you figured it.
“Fuck around and find out,” you chanted internally. Your soft, knowing smile drew over your features; watching Doflamingo drain the contents from the glass in his hand with gusto. You mirrored his action, downing the liquid in a single gulp.
Doflamingo shot you a smirk, watching your face for any immediate changes to your body. A flush of your cheeks, a dilation of your pupils, your lips parting and becoming both drier and filling with saliva in unison. He was shocked when you returned his smile: only warmth being offered to him from your place across the dining table before turning to the woman beside you.
He initially thought drugging you with a form of poison would be a hilarious sight: watching you claw at your neck and beg for the antidote in front of a room of his wealthy guests gave him a sick sense of satisfaction. But to give you an incredibly potent aphrodisiac with no known cure aside from giving into your cravings? Why, the thought alone made his cock twitch in eager anticipation.
He wanted nothing more than to have you shed your fine clothes of their place on your body, tearing them at the seams and beg for him to finally fuck you. He wanted you so desperate for him, you'd care not of the fact the room was full with those in your same league of formal standing.
As you had always turned down his prior advances of you; he wanted to claim you publically, and leave no room for misinterpretation for his ownership of you. He wanted you to want him, to yearn for him, to plead for his cock with lust oozing from your body in rapid waves.
He wanted you to want him in the same way he chased his release into his palm every night since your first introduction together. He wanted you the same way he would pay concubines to pretend to be you: copying your mannerisms, immigrating your vocal cadence, wearing similar attire.
It was never enough for him. He wanted the real thing, and he hoped this final push would have you want him back.
His craving to have you on your knees and begging for his cock to fill you to the brink with his cum, your neediness flushing your face, the whines and whimpers you'd elicit was too much for his mind to catch up with. He was already feeling aroused by the thought alone, confused at how alite his body felt with just the simple flash of erotic imagery.
Suddenly the room was hot. Too hot. His clothes were too tight, the lights were too bright; causing him to wince behind his rosy glasses. His cheeks tinted with a soft pink, his body immediately becoming ignited with the hot beads of glistening sweat.
He attempted to process the feeling, the stiffness of his erection brushing painfully against his striped, leather pants. Eyes widening and teeth clenching, he hissed out a winced breath as the sensitive buds of his nipples grazed against the open jacket firmly clutched against his chest.
Looking down at the glass in his hands, his lips parted with horror.
Your name was intricately painted in perfect cursive on the rim, each letter sparkling in the light illuminating the room. He snapped his face over to you, watching as your smile climbed up at the corners of your lips.
Remaining blissfully unaware of how much torture you narrowly avoided, you asked the waiter for another glass of whiskey for yourself and your companion beside you.
The glass in your hand had his name “Donquixote Doflamingo” in coiled lettering on the rim. As the waiter filled it, you held your eyes firmly against your conversation partner before you slowly sipped at the contents within.
The cruel reality of his situation now dawned on him.
He had unintentionally spiked himself with the incurable aphrodisiac, in public, instead of you. And now his body was desperate to see his lust satisfied by any means necessary.
“And what did he say, Maria?” you asked the woman beside you, your attention fully fixed on her eyes as she relayed her tale.
“He said: ‘a goddess as radiant as you should have men falling to their knees in adoration’,” Maria mocked in a lower, masculine tone. You bit back your smirk, eyeing her dangerously.
“And what did you do in response to that?” you urged her with an excitement in your knowing tone.
“I let him worship,” she smirked at you. Both of you became overcome with a fit of giggles, laughing at the sheer audacity of her promiscuous nature. You tapped her forearm with your hand playfully, enjoying a soft shove in return from her shoulder.
Of the guests amongst you: Maria and you had known each other the longest. Both of you felt out of place here, being two of the few women present. You were roughly of similar ages, both unmarried and unspoken for. She had a soft-spot for the marines, her latest conquest being the right-hand man of Vice-Admiral Garp.
“You are incorrigible,” you tease her, with a soft, “Atta girl,” added, nudging her with your shoulder before elevating your drinking glass up to take a sip.
“Speaking of,” she returned your gentle nudge with one of her own, “Doflamingo’s glass? How'd you manage that?” She gestured to the cup in your hand.
“Bribed the server,” you smirked, clinking the rim of the cup with the one in her own hand, “Had a feeling a game was afoot. And you know what they say,” you leant against her shoulder, both fixing your eyes on the blonde man at the head of the table.
“Play stupid games,” you both uttered in unison, “Win stupid prizes," concluding with a sinister chuckle,
Your host for the night was hunched over the table, his teeth clenched firmly shut and soft beads of sweat were rapidly now gathering at his temple. This only solidified your suspicions, noticing the silence he was presenting in lieu of his usual conversation.
Raising your brow, you remained focussed on him as the grip his hands perched against the table made his knuckles flash white. Curiosity plagued you, unsure as to why he was not asking his staff for the antidote to cure him. He was obviously under the effects of some kind of poison, his heavy breathing and indicator of such a plight.
Why would he not ask for help?
His eyes meet with yours, his frown deep and teeth grimacing. Quietly raising your eyebrows at him, you gently extend his glass in the air to add further sting to the ridicule. His eyes drew up to glare beneath his pink glasses. His pupils were focussed on your body, noticing every exposed area of flesh remaining unshrouded on the neckline of your button-up shirt. His eyes attempted to undress you, his gaze scorching you beneath his rose-tinted glasses.
Noticing his gaze, you hum in deep thought. Shrugging your shoulders back, you turn to Maria beside you and give her a short nudge. Upon finishing her final bite of dessert, she turned towards you.
“I’m going to go and gloat for a minute at my quick swipe,” you smirk at the woman to your side, “I'll be back once I'm satisfied he's ‘faced his humility’.”
“Be safe!” she giggled, ushering you on with two quickened waves of her hands.
“I'll be so safe,” you mocked her in return. Rising to your feet, you tucked your chair beneath the table and watched as several others did the same. All mingling amongst one another, you made yourself comfortable in a now vacant seat beside Doflamingo.
“Doflamingo,” you nodded your acknowledgement, crossing your knees beneath the table and nudging his calf with your foot, “You've been awfully quiet tonight.” Trailing your toes over his calf, you noticed the hitch of his breath as he balled his knuckles into clenched fists.
“Something amiss?” You asked him, placing down your drinking glass for the night while circling the rim with your index finger, “Something not quite going according to plan, perhaps?” Your smile grew as you noticed his shoulders tense, his breath hitch and his legs began to shake beneath your foot.
Gently trailing your toes higher, you eyed his reaction cautiously. His body was as hard as polished marble, his hair now slightly damp with a small amount of sweat gathering on his forehead.
“Oh, Doffy,” you hissed a small whisper, your foot now tracing the outer edge of his thigh, “What the fuck were you attempting to poison me with this time?” You clicked your tongue at him, pouting through pursed lips, “Doesn't look like it's quite agreeing with you.”
“Out,” he whispered in a gruff bark.
The quiet growl cut through the air like a steel knife carving through tough flesh. All guests immediately drew their eyes over to the pink-feathered host with a snap of their chins towards him.
“I said out,” he snarled, his eyes frantically darting between each member attending the dinner party, “Everyone out. Out now.”
You flinched at his change of tone, jumping back in your seat but refusing to hede to his dictation. Doflamingo felt his blood ignite with a passionate lust he had never experienced. He needed the cure, and he needed it now.
Each guest rose to their feet, murmuring amongst themselves as they hastily fled the space with caution. Against your better judgment to follow suit, you remained behind and rose the glass marked ‘Donquixote Doflamingo’ to your lips and finished the remaining liquid within.
Whiskey burned its way down your throat, the honey-sweet notes lingering on your palate as you placed the glass down once more. You rose to your feet and grasped for the water jug in front of Doflamingo and poured your emptied glasses with the icy water.
“You don't look so good, sweetheart,” you cooed in a mocking gloat, placing the water glass with your name in front of him, “Have a drink, you'll feel better.” Doffy remained unmoving, clenching his eyes tightly shut as his body fought against itself.
He tried to convince himself he'll manage this. He'll get through it without asking for your aid. He'll be able to withstand the potency of the aphrodisiac without becoming a whimpering mess in front of you.
But then you spoke.
And you kept speaking.
Your sweet voice cut into his resolve with expert precision. Haunting him, cursing him with the ridicule that you should've been experiencing. He attempted to control his urges by gulping back a dry mouthful of saliva and concentrating on slowing his breathing.
“Oh, come now,” you scolded the tall, blonde, “Nothing to say for yourself, huh?” You leaned your hips back on the table and eyed him cautiously, “Not even going to order the staff to get the oral antidote for whatever you've-.”
“-There is no oral antidote,” he spat through gritted teeth. He tried to ignore the twitch of his cock at the mention of ‘come’ and ‘oral’ from your lips. The swelling blood pooling in his cock had the shiny tip brushing against his leather pants. He mewled at the small twitch of his oversensitive knob, attempting to disguise his whimper with a soft cough.
The air grew thick and tense; silence swelling in an uncomfortable dance of fluttering heartbeats. After taking a moment to hone in on your thoughts, you slowly inhaled and exhaled alongside externally verbally processing.
“You were going to have me drink a poison tonight that had no cure?” you uttered darkly, “And watch me convulse as I took my last breaths?” Down turning your snarl and drawing up your heckles, you placed your foot on Doflamingo's bare chest and kicked hard. You glared into his shrouded eyes.
“You were going to publicly execute me in front of your guests?” you continued, “My friends, my colleagues, my potential clients? Doflamingo,” you continued, leaning down and pressing your chest into your knee, “You deserve your cruel fate. Suffer, asshole.”
A shaky, large hand slowly drew itself up and softly cupped your ankle. He cautiously lifted your foot off his chest and pressed his lips against the ball of your foot. As soon as that kiss ended, another was placed slightly higher up into your inner calf.
He removed your shoe, casting it to the side of him as he groped at you with his large hands. Hastily drawing his hands down to collect your other foot, he rid the presence of your shoe from you before placing your toes down on his thigh.
Shock wrote itself on your face as a flurry of several more kisses were pressed into you. Each kiss was accompanied by a strangled whimper falling from Doflamingo's lips: breath hitched, brows furrowed and throat humming out the calls of desperation.
“It h-has a cure, mi amor,” he softly whined into your leg, “Just not a manufactured one.” His lips could barely part with your skin, each soft kiss growing hungrier the further up your legs he drew. Humming through several more of his kisses, you were too terrified to truly correlate his affectionate advances to any known experience prior.
Donquixote Doflamingo had always been intrigued by you. Always finding some way to bully, vex and torture you. This was something you never anticipated. His desperation in need for you was now depicted as his tongue raked up your thighs: his moist organ dampening your pants with a long and lustful streak of saliva.
“Absolutely not,” you spat, forcing Doflamingo back into his seat by pressing your foot against his chest once again. “What the fuck, Doflamingo?” He mewled as your heel grazed his right nipple, his body crying out in relief and arousing itself further.
From this angle, you hastily drew your eyes down to the large polearm hoisting up his pants in a perfect peaked tent. His large cock left very little to the imagination beneath the shroud of his leathery pants.
He whispered your name, the last syllable calling out in a soft sob. His breaths were both deep and shallow, his body hot and cold, his mind clear and cloudy - he had no idea how to process these emotions. All he knew is he needed you. He wanted you. He craved you.
Disgust was now openly displayed on your features at his desperation, watching the mighty King of Dressrosa sob and cry for you like a child that had a favorite toy hovering just out of reach. His hands began opening and closing, the strings of his devil-fruit power beginning to hover in his fingertips; only to fizzle away as soon as they formed.
“What were you attempting to spike me with tonight?” you hissed at the blonde king, adding an emphatic kick to his chest to regain his attention.
“An aphrodisiac,” he admitted, choking on his confession as he attempted to withhold it, “One so potent, the only cure for it is s-sex.” He moaned with his hissed admission, throwing his head back and whimpering.
You sucked in a horrified gasp, recoiling as you understood exactly what he was admitting to you. You took a moment to collect your thoughts and mull over your next actions. Hardening your resolve, you shook it off and removed your foot from his chest, before straightening up your clothes.
“Fuck you, Doflamingo,” you spat, beginning to walk away from him and collect your discarded shoes. He spun in his chair, almost knocking the seat over with the haste he followed you with.
“Where are you going?” he whispered your name, falling onto his knees and needily following you with desperate longing. You growled, pairing your shoes and beginning to attempt to exit the dining room.
“Getting you your concubines,” you spat over your shoulder, “Only cure for this is sex, and there is no way you're getting that from me,” Your hand hovered the doorknob, halting as a large hand drew down onto your knuckles and held your hand firmly away from it.
“Don’t,” he huffed a gruff growl, his body leaning unconsciously towards you.
“You want the cure? I'm getting it for you,” you whispered, rage bubbling within your chest, “It's likely better than the fate you had in store for me.”
Silence was once again uncomfortable between you, your confirmation solidified in the quiet of his response.
“You would've had me beg for it, wouldn't you?” you uttered darkly, “Have me grovel and plead for release in front of the entire dinner party.” His hand tightened over yours, bordering on painful.
“Yes,” he admitted in an icy tone. He sucked in his bottom lip, clenching his teeth over them and moaned while inhaling your scented perfume.
“And who was going to be the likely cure for this tonight?” you shot over your shoulder, noticing his face was hovering closely against your shoulder, “You?”
“Yes,” he whined, hovering his body behind yours and caging it against the door.
“You bastard,” you spat, turning around to face him and breaking your hand away from his, “You don't deserve a cure for this-.”
“-I know,” he sobbed, dropping to his knees in front of you, “I know, I know. I just-...”
“Just what, Doffy?” you growled at him, “What now? After all this, what-?”
“-I just wanted you to want me how desperately I want you,” he confessed in a single breath, his words fleeing from him with unbridled gusto, “I wanted you to want me so badly, your body couldn't stand another moment without me. And now that I've taken the fucking drug instead of you,” he lunged towards you, clutching at your thighs, “I can barely keep up with how much I want you.”
“Doffy, what are you-?” you began, your breath hitching in a shriek as he ripped off your pants in a quick swipe. “Doflamingo!” you yelped as he buried his nose against your clothed cunt.
“Let me taste you,” he whined, nuzzling against your panties with his nose and greedily lapping at the cotton with his lengthy tongue, “Please, let me have you cry for me. I n-need you.”
“Doffy,” you uttered sharply, nudging his shoulders away from you - which did nothing to halt his enthusiastic advance. He instead circled his arms around your thighs and hooked them over his shoulders.
Shrieking, your back was now placed against the door: Doflamingo's head buried deep between your thighs as he clasped his hands around your ass to hold you in place. Greedily bobbing his head, he began lapping at your cunt with his slippery tongue, paying no mind at all to the fact what he wanted most was shrouded by the fabric of your panties.
With each cruel swipe, a single word was chanted in a penance-like prayer. The word was music to your ears, your resolve crumbling with each whimpered petition. The song of his desperate pleading beckoned you to let go and give into him.
“Please.” He hooked his lengthy tongue beneath the fabric, clenching his teeth on the elastic and noseying it aside with his chin. “Please.” Flattening his tongue, he gasped as he tasted your sweet nectar and swirled his organ over your clit. “Please.”
The ache in his pants was so strong, he could barely take another moment not being buried to the hilt within you. He continued to make an effort to withhold his cravings, to ensure you were ready to take him, as he was twice your size in every way.
Being the giver was not his strength. Doflamingo would take, take, take until there was nothing left to take from his bedmates. He wanted to chase his release, no matter the consequences his large cock would indent while sheathed within a partner. He simply didn’t care about them, but he did care about you. He wanted you to want him so badly, desperate to earn your approval and love. He needed you to know how far he was willing to go to ensure this was as good for you as it was going to be for him.
You barely had a moment to adjust to what was happening to you. Replaying the events of the evening perplexed you with even more confusion.
Doflamingo invited you to dinner with the intention of poisoning you. A poison that was an incurable aphrodisiac that made you desperate for sex with any willing partner. The reason he wanted to poison you with this was because he liked you, and wanted to pursue you romantically. And instead of asking to formally court you, he decided spiking your drink in public was the answer.
You had every right to push him away, to tell him “no,” and to halt his advances. But at each skillful swipe of his tongue, you felt more of yourself melting away beneath his humility. His apology dictated to you with each intentional swirl of his lengthy tongue.
“Doffy,” you mewled to him, feeling his tongue dip into your slick entrance. His nose circled your clit, his skillful organ greedily flicking in and out of your cunt while hooking up within you to climb deeper into your body. Your walls clenched around his tongue, his chin spiriting you towards bliss as he ground your pussy against his face.
“Please,” he muffled into your core, desperately lapping up your arousal like a dog parched for water, “Please, please.” You felt your stomach tighten, his aggressive chase of your high with his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud ushering you to your unravel.
“Doffy, wh-what are you-oh!” your breathy gasp had his hands pawing at your ass, grinding your core against his face harder to urge you closer to your high. Your hands pawed at the wall behind you to brace yourself against it. You found the pit of your stomach wind tighter and shoot sparks down your legs. He moaned into you, expressing his gratitude at your body beginning to give into him and release your inhibitions onto his face.
“Please cum,” he begged, slurping messily and lapping up your juices, “Cum on my tongue. I n-need it.”
Your hands shot down to his hair, clutching at the strands in heaped fistfuls. As the coil inside you snapped, your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as he channeled his desperation into meeting your needy thrusts and grinds against his head. “Let go, let go,” he begged you, his face becoming coated by your gushing slick.
“D-Doffy! Oh, f-fuck. Oh fuck, I'm cumming. You fucking prick, Doffy!” You mewled his name, crying for him with your eyes clenched tightly shut.
His hair began to burn within your fists, but he truly didn’t care. His tongue lapped up your gushing cunt over emphatically while grinding you skillfully against his nose, lips, tongue and chin. Riding your high, Doflamingo continued to hold you against his face as your soul fell back inside your body.
“So good,” the older Donquixote brother complimented you, looking up at you through his glasses, “Now let me fuck you.” He withdrew your hips from his head, attempting to wrap your legs around his waist and shepherd you over the waistband of his pants.
He pawed at the front button, his cock immediately springing forth and glistening in the light. Eyes spread wide with worry, you shook your head after feeling yourself recover from your high. Your underwear once again shrouded your glistening core, protecting you from a small twitch of interest from Doflamingo’s aching and incredibly large cock.
“No, Doffy,” you firmly commanded, wriggling yourself away from his hold over you. As you side stepped, his hands extended in longing with outstretched, splayed fingers. He whimpered, his body leaning down and shaking with desire.
“B-But I-...” he didn't get a chance to speak, as you growled over his pleas.
“-You pinned me to the wall, and forced me cum on your face after you attempted to poison me,” you barked at him, “And now you expect me to help you by what? What, Doffy?” you snarled intp his face, baring your teeth at him, “You want me to sit on your cock and ride you until you cum? Tsk, pathetic.”
A sound you were not expecting to exhale through Doflamingo's lips at this moment. He sobbed, his lips quivering as his hands shuddered. His lengthy digits hovered over his cock, desperately wanting to chase his high into his fist: only withholding it because he knew it would make his situation all the more severe. He knew he couldn’t cum without external, other bodily stimuli. He needed you to help him, and he bit back a soft sob as his eyes grew glossy behind his pink glasses.
“I need you,” he whimpered, “I need you so badly. I needed you when you were first introduced to me, and I have needed you ever since.”
“I simply do not care, Doflamingo,” you spat in return, his soft sob doing nothing to break you away from your resolve, “The only thing I’ll do for you is get you a concubine to sleeve your cock in, but otherwise I am done.”
“I don’t want them, I want you,” he whimpered, shaky hands balling into his covered thighs. His cock twitched in the air, the veiny underside throbbing with pulsating longing. You fold your arms over your chest, looking down on the taller man with absolute disgust. He held your gaze with his shrouded eyes, disguising his longing behind their tinted hue.
“You repulse me,” you snarled, walking over to his kneeling position on the floor.
“I adore you,” he mewled through his confession, gasping as you grasped his girthy shaft.
“You don’t deserve this,” you began pumping his shaft, flicking your thumb over his glistening knob.
“You deserve the world,” he confessed, a small release of tears began expelling from his eyes. You halted your fisting of his cock, focussing your unrelenting grasp over his tip and squeezing it.
“I despise you,” you spat, using your unoccupied hand to pry his glasses away from his face; throwing them on the table beside you. As soon as your attention returned to his now unconcealed eyes, your breath was stolen from your lungs.
“I desire you,” he whispered, blinking slowly with his lengthy blonde eyelashes. You understood now why he concealed them behind his sinister glasses. His irises were a pastel pink, eyes expressive now they were unshrouded by the coloured glass. There was no lie presented within his eyes, honesty being the only inhabitant lying within. He was a very pretty man, especially with his whole face now presented to the light.
“You make me sick,” you lied through gritted teeth as you rolled your neck, stepping out of your panties and straddling his lap, “You are foul,” you anchored your knees against his hips, placing your heels firmly on the floor beside him, “Obnoxious and detestable.”
“Mami, stop teasing me with your horrible words,” he moaned, “I’ll cum.”
“You’ll cum when I allow you to cum,” you retorted firmly. The bob of his adams apple did not escape your notice, nor did the soft roll of his glassy pastel eyes. You clicked your tongue, lining up your slit with the tip of his cock.
“Don’t you fucking move, Doflamingo,” you barked your orders at him, “You’re a great deal larger than I am, and I am no mere whore you paid to fuck yourself stupid in.” He sucked in a soft whimper as he felt your prior release coat his knob, “I don’t particularly enjoy taking partners twice my size, and I don’t want to get hurt because you decided you wanted to buck up suddenly.”
“I-I won’t, mi amor,” he stuttered, crying out a little with his lips parted, “I’ll be a good boy, I swear. So good for you.”
“Pathetic prick,” you mewled at him, eyes wincing as your body adjusted to taking his tip inside you, “It hurts,” you cried out a little as your body began to sink onto him. Your slow descent atop his cock, impaling yourself on his thick shaft, had your breath hitch and a soft whimper leave you, “And you were going to rail me with it, weren’t you?”
He stooped low, covering his eyes by burying his head against your clavicle. He huffed out his restraint, his voice shuddering as he felt your walls stretch to accommodate him. Wrapping his arms around your back, his fingertips ghosted around your body to trace gentle encouraging circles against your skin.
“Answer me, asshole,” you sobbed, slowly sinking down as you felt the blunt, mushroomed tip begin to kiss your cervix, “You owe me that much.” Anchoring your hands against his shoulders, you braced yourself as you continued to inch your way down his lance of a cock. The girth was almost the width of your forearm, your glistening walls struggling to stretch to accommodate him.
His shoulders shook, his lips finding your collar bone and pressing gentle kisses against it. He winced as he disciplined his body to wait for you to adjust to him, sniffing back a small cry.
“Th-The pollen makes you-... nnnmpph-... Makes your arousal heighten,” he winced at his resolve, bracing you within his arms and snaking his large hand up your back, “You would’ve b-been too far gone to care.”
“Is that what you are, Doflamingo?” you snarled at him, sinking yourself past your limit to suck more of his full length inside your body, “Too far gone to care?”
“I want you, mi amor,” he murmured into your shoulder, nose rubbing against your neck and brushing your blouse away from covering your chest, “Although, I a-am reaching my l-limit for tolerance. I need to fuck you. I need t-to cum inside you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare move,” you whimpered at him, “You’re too f-fucking b-big.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he exclaimed, tearing his face away from you to look into your eyes, “I am so sorry.” His expressive eyes pleaded for you to understand how hard he was trying to hold himself back. His pink irises were eclipsed by his blown pupils, his lips open and panting, his temple bleeding with drops of heavy sweat. He couldn’t help a soft rock of his hips, testing how your body adjusted to him.
“Stop!” you barked at him, “Stop that right now or I’ll leave.” Doffy whined, prying open your shirt with one quick rip, tearing the buttons from the seams and revealing your bare chest to him. The buttons flew over the room, your nipples perking up now revealed to the cool of the air. Your sleeves fell down your shoulders and each inch of revealed skin was immediately replaced by Doflamingo’s lips.
“I’m r-reaching the e-end of my resolve, mi amor,” he confessed, “I-I’m c-close, and I need you to bounce a little on me. Please ride me as you are now, you d-don’t need to take any more of my length. Please just bounce on what you can take. I’ll be so good.”
“Close just from me taking your partial length? You’re so fucking pathetic,” you degraded him, your voice solid and unwavering. You felt the twitch of his cock, his body revealing more to you than he would ever audibly inform you, “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Doffy whimpered.
“S-Stop degrading me,” he attempted to growl, his voice breaking and turning more into a breathy pant, “Stop it or I’ll cum, mi amor. I’ll cum so fucking hard for you.” His whispered confession had you elevate a sinister smirk up your lips.
“Stop calling me ‘mi amor’,” you wrapped your right hand around his throat, your left perched on his shoulder as you sunk yourself down on him, “I’m not your love. You're a conniving and devious bastard, and I despise you.”
“Just like that, Mami,” he whimpered, hands falling to your hips as you began to bounce on his cock, “I know you hate me. I adore that about you. I wanted you for so long, and you’re so, so good.”
“At least your ears work, you arrogant prick,” you released your firm hold on his throat, glaring into his eyes as you continued to take more of him into you. You became more confident in riding his swollen cock, bouncing, writhing and grinding your slick cunt against his pelvis, “Maybe there is hope for you after all-.”
“-No, no,” he begged, pressing his throat against your palm, “No: I’m nauseating, I’m disgusting, I’m pathetic. Please, please choke me. Tell me how much you hate me. Ride my cock while you tell me you find me repulsive.”
“Oh fuck, Doffy,” you bit back your moan, feeling the rapid approach of your second orgasm stampeed within your abdomen. You choked him harder, forcing his eyes to meet yours as you circled your hips on his cock. His eyes held firm to yours, feeling the tangible dislike against him from you. He fought back the urge to roll his eyes back in bliss, his balls sucked deep within his stomach the longer you rode him.
“I abhor you,” you whined, feeling him hold back meeting your bobbed movements. You finally began encouraging him to thrust up into you, your motions now rhythmic and in perfect synchrony.
“I adore you,” he whispered in return, placing his lips against your jaw and tenderly kissing you.
“I f-fucking loathe you,” you felt the familiar sparks indicating the eruption of an impending orgasm. Your pussy began contracting around him, your walls beckoning him with rhythmic throbbing.
Whimpering, your world came crashing like waves breaking down cinder blocks. You threw your head back, keening more so at the fact Doflamingo made you cum for a second time tonight. The first one was against your will, this one you ensured you were in control of.
“I fucking l-love you,” he held his eyes against yours, his orbs glassy as they filled with tears, “I love you so fucking much,” he mewled in bliss as spurts of his hot cum splashed deep within you, “I-I-... I’m cumming, oh fuck. Oh fuck. I’m c-cumming. You’re s-so good. I love you s-so fucking much. I love you.”
He cried, hot tears of relief spilling down his cheeks as he sobbed through his accentuated release. His lip quivered, his highly emotive eyes looking almost innocent the longer he rocked his hips up into yours. You squeezed his throat, choking him as your pussy milked him of his large load.
The spill of his seed dripped down your legs and onto his patterned leather pants. The blunt tip of his velvety cock continued to kiss your cervix, propelling you into a longer release. Your walls could barely contract around his cock due to the stretch, but each time Doffy’s cock released a squirt of his cum, it twitched back enough for your cunt to wring his shaft.
The twin highs seemed to last an eternity. Spurts of his load continued mixing with your slick and Doflamingo’s prior saliva. You were not sure when exactly it happened, but you found yourself within an almost loving embrace within Doflamingo’s arms. His cock was sleeved completely within you to the hilt, your arms circling his shoulders as you both hid your faces in each other’s necks. His hands gripped your waist, his blonde eyelashes ticking your shoulder as he buried himself deeper within you.
Sunk to the hilt, you remained that way until your thighs began to burn from holding your body up over his thighs. Your pussy began to ache, coming down from your high with his full length still buried within you. Unhooking your arms from his shoulders, you attempted to remove yourself from his embrace to no avail. He held you firmly, not enough to bruise, but not allowing any room for you to wriggle away from him.
“Doflamingo, release me,” you barked at him, shoving his shoulders away in an attempt to reveal his eyes to you.
He held you tighter.
“Doflamingo, let me go,” you spat, trying again to flee from his steely grip. He gripped his elbows behind your back, holding you firmer.
Your panic grew more frantic, your heart beating faster than it did when you rode through your bliss.
“Doflamingo, you will break away from me this instant,” you pushed and shoved him with all your might, only managing to have your abdomen ache at being so full for so long.
He refused.
“Doflamingo, if you don’t free me from your grip right now; I’ll-,” Doflamingo murmured against your chest, halting your wriggling and frantic movements.
“-But if I let you go, you’ll flee,” his voice whimpered, his chin anchoring against your chest and staring his blush-coloured orbs up at you. You felt yourself become breathless beneath the spell of his loving look, feeling all emotion pouring from his eyes onto you.
“Yeah, that’s the point,” you attempted to break from his embrace, only causing Doflamingo to grip you tighter.
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” he massaged down your back, pressing on your hips firmly enough to lock you against him, “I meant every word I said. I love-.”
“-And I meant every word I said, Donquixote,” you winced against him, attempting to pry his hands off you by gripping his wrists. He was far stronger than you were, causing panic to rise within your chest, “I hate you.”
“Marry me.”
Those words shocked you, causing you to snap your eyes up to meet his. Again, those ruby orbs held you captive. You couldn’t believe how expressive they were.
His soul was raw behind those twin lanterns, illuminating his face with the innocence you were certain had long-since left him. Still, you remained firm - the softening of Doflamingo’s cock within you brought you crashing back to reality.
“Never.”
“Consider it,” he sighed, releasing your left thigh and cupping your cheek with his left hand, “Consider it, and you will want for nothing. That’s all I ask,” he rose from his stoop and pressed his forehead against yours, “That’s all I want. All I’ve only ever wanted.”
Using this opportunity: you hastily rose to your feet, the crude squelch of Doflamingo’s flaccid cock exiting your slit prompting you to cringe more than the embarrassment you felt at his profession of love. You felt the mix of fluids seep out of your core, dripping down your legs and onto the floor. He called your name, wincing now he felt empty and unfulfilled without you wrapped around him.
“No,” you retorted, bending down to recover your panties and pants. You wrapped your top around your chest to shield your body away from his eyes.
“You would be my queen,” he tried again, leaning forward on his knees and looking up at you, “Queen of Dressrosa. Queen of my heart. I would have you rule beside me as an equal, mi amor-.”
“-I said ‘no’, Donquixote.” Your buttons from your shirt lay scattered on the floor, your eyes darting around while arguing whether they're worth collecting.
“Please,” he whispered his soft beg, his palms finding the floor as he began to crawl towards you, “Please, I need you. I want you. I crave you. I would bleed for you, die for you, kill for you - just say you'll be mine.”
“Look,” you turned on your heel, glaring at him with enough animosity to halt his low stalking prowl, “The next time you attempt to drug me over dinner and accidentally drug yourself in my place,” you snarled, prompting Doffy’s eyes to fall half-lidded in adoration, “Do not call on me for aid, you won't find any empathy from me.”
You hurriedly thrust your panties and pants back over your sticky legs, tucking your shirt into them as Doflamingo sat back on his knees, kneeling in stunned silence. Without a further word, you made your way towards the large exit, only stopping your withdrawal when Doflamingo tried one final time to woo you.
“You didn't even let me kiss you,” he whispered in a voice so soft, you halted in place to hear him. You turned your chin, glancing at him over your shoulder as he sat in somber silence.
“If you think you're getting a kiss from me after all that-...” you began, fully turning to face him as his head lay hanging low to avoid your eyes. You sighed, finally in pity for a man who resorted to great lengths to gain your attention, “...you get one to show me your gratuity.”
Doflamingo perked up, his ruby eyes meeting with yours with the hope of a child being promised their greatest coveted prize.
In a few hasty strides, you made your way back over to Doflamingo. He continued to kneel beneath you, cock still hanging limply over the waistband of his pants. You grimaced at the flaccid cock, noticing that its limp length was still well above the average size of the cocks you'd seen prior.
You shook your head, taking Doflamingo's cheek in your palm and elevating his face to meet yours. Lips closing in a soft purse, you collected his plump lips beneath yours in a soft and tender kiss. Parting your lips, you gently grazed his mouth with a soft swirl of your tongue. He moaned against your lips, large hands perching on your hips and holding you firmly against him.
Tilting your head, you bumped Doflamingo's chin with your own to deepen it. He sighed into your mouth, allowing you to initiate how much emotion you were willing to press into him. His lips felt warm, encumbering and loving, something you were not expecting to experience from any encounter with the King of Dressrosa.
Even though he had confessed his love for you, the softness he was presenting you with was foreign in comparison to his harsh dictatorship. You swirled your hands behind his head, massaging his scalp in soothing circles. A happy chirp fled from his lips to yours, his smile evident as his tongue collided with yours.
Breaking away from his embrace, your hands raked through his blonde hair affectionately. He hummed up at you, his blonde eyelashes fluttering beneath his half-hooded eyes.
“I'll cherish the gift of your lips always, mi amor,” he sighed up, the sparkle in his ruby gaze. That title snapped you away from your daze, shaking your head and once again grimacing.
“Never call me ‘mi amor’ again, asshole,” you spat hastily, refusing to allow him a semblance of your heart, “I'm not your love, I'll never be your love. You're fucking pathetic, and I hate you.”
“Stop being mean to me,” he licked his lips, his gaze growing dark, “I’m already starting to get hard.”
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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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BOOTY SHORTS: YAY
Part 1: the og monster trio
Y'all know very well why I didn't choose the other one
Man. Just man. He thought he'd died and went into the other side, but no. It was all too real. Lucky him you know
It was a hot day in Dressrosa. So much that you decided less clothes you had on,the better you would feel.
What you didn't account for was the presence of one tall feathery lover. And he too loved your decision and state of dressing. Or lack thereof.
You'll feel his eyes following you, and they're looking pretty low my darling. He's looking ✨ respectfully ✨
He will stare, and he will act upon such vision if you so much pass near him. If you get engulfed in one of his crushing hugs, you know pretty well were those hands will rest.
Strangely enough, your closet the next week was full of those shorts.
He was flustered. Not because it was the first time he saw you less dressed than usual, but because you were doing some exercises in some mighty short shorts.
He didn't expect that,nor he had any idea of how much he stood there observing your body. Simply marvelous.
If you caught that look, oh boy he won't live it down. You rendered the man speechless.
You approached him, and it was at that moment that he snapped out of his dazed look. He will excuse himself for that behaviour, but you laughed it off.
Sure, he may start to pay particular attention to you whenever you start to exercise. After all, he's checking your...form.
He's looking respectfully of course, and of you give consent, he will gently pat your behind. He reserves more...mature touches for other occasions, but you have opened his eyes babe.
Whenever he's out and about, he never fails to buy you a pair or two of shorts. You never know...
That's the look he will have whenever you prance around the house in those shorts. You are energetic and it shows. Oh he's looking alright.
Never knew he was a fan of watching you bake with music in the background until this day. You have his attention, jewel. Please continue.
Yeah,when you bend to check your creation, he's checking you too. No, he won't swoop in and press you against the counter. He has much more taste
He will appreciate you with compliments that build up your confidence. "Your beauty is always a blessing" or " you make jewels pale ", " I love the way the outfit brings out the colours of your eyes" and things like that.
You'll feel better alright, and he got the VIP stand to watch you all day long. If he's working, you'll sit with him darling. He ain't letting you go. You're too valuable to let commoners get a glimpse of you.
As Doflamingo, you'll soon find your closet full of shorts and tops to compliment them. Yep, that's how much he loved your assets
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#yandere crocodile#yandere doflamingo#yandere mihawk
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May i request Planotic Yandere Doflamingo and Planotic Yandere Corazon with Doflamingo's daughter reader? (Corazon lives au)
As long as Corazon is alive, I'm more than happier to do so.
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When you were born, Corazon knew what Doflamingo would do to you.
He was going to manipulate you into becoming one of him.
He has to think of something to get you out of Doffy's grasp.
As for Doffy on the other hand, he absolutely ADORED you!
Since you were his first child (and probably only child), he has to do his responsibility to raise you to become the next Donquixote heir.
While training you, Corazon kept his eye on you. Tracking every move you make.
Until today was the day.
It was the day when you officially became part of the Donquixote pirates.
When Corazon found out about this, he wouldn't let that happen.
So, he has no other option left, but to take you away from that nightmare.
Before the day of the "special" day, Corazon visited your room to tell you the truth.
After he told you everything, you couldn't believe your ears.
You didn't believe him at first, of course you wouldn't.
Your dad was like the world to you and did everything he can for you.
But, when you realized that he wasn't lying, your eyes were filled with shock and betrayed.
You ended up crying and your uncle comforting you.
After a couple of minutes of that, he told you to pack some small stuff that you really need which you did.
You did as he said and with that, you left the island and went somewhere far from here.
For your father...
The moment he found nothing in your room, he went on a rampage.
People "tried" to calm him down, assuring him that they can find you and bring you back to him.
But, that just made him angrier each time.
He would throw, break, and do various stuff when he sees an object in his sight behind his sunglasses.
Something what a little child would do.
Hell, he even killed random people when he sees them.
He knew it was Corazon. He already knew about his behavior since the day your were born.
He doesn't know where you ate right now, but he'll find you alright.
Doffy will make sure to find you and kill that bastard of a brother.
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One Piece Characters realizing they’re in love
-> with Perona, Luffy, Doflamingo & Law
part 2
Law
didn’t think he could fall in love
but the more time he spends with you, the more greedy he gets
you make him feel at ease
loves your presence
he wants you to be by his side all the time
still acts like you’re annoying
thought he could spent his lifetime without being donated to someone, but you proved him wrong
Luffy
bbyboy had no clue
at first he saw you as a very special friend that he wanted to make smile
but after some time he realized (nah i’m lying, literally everyone except him realized) that he would do anything to make you smile
you both have a really deep bond & he would never forgive anyone who makes you cry
he wants to be the one that makes you the happiest
Doflamingo
also didn’t think he could ever fall in love
he never took human relationships serious
but your smile and your reached out hand couldn’t leave his mind
you reminded him of his beautiful mother
suddenly he didn’t care about others as much as he did for you
he wants to be the only one you show that smile to and would do anything necessarily for it
Perona
for her, u r the cutest thing she’s ever seen
wants your attention 24/7
is sooo clingy i swear
you’re also like the only person she’s never used her negative hollow against
wants to put her cutest act around you but u make her feel like she could just be herself
starts crying-
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Can you do yandere doffy
Yandere Doflamingo
• Doflamingo known as the heavenly demon or "Joker" (the underworld of business). Doflamingo is the man no one dares to challenge.
• Doflamingo is the definition of yandere. prideful, arrogant, the type to do whatever he wants and will get it without trouble, The yandere that sees what he likes and goes "they would be perfect for me".
• The situation is you're a villager & never met him but he saw you, part of the navy crew or you come from a line of wealth (if it benefits him than he'll work to be allies)
• Doflamingo will try (and won't stop) until you agree to be with him. Doffy will go on how he can spoil you with anything you love or want. I do see him brag about his success business
• His love language is quite difficult to tell as he has his moments yet he always have his darling by his side on his lap or have arm around. (privacy what's that?) Seriously this man will not care only laugh if asked for privacy. "fufufu..you can't hide from me after all we're together"
• ⚠️ We enter the ways of Doffy⚠️, Doffy will not hesitate to use his devil fruit on you if you try to escape (it lead to a punishment). He likes to see fear in eyes and he'll kept you lock in a room until you're good and will go on how you need him "you may hate me now but it's for my our best interest"
• Doffy has a romantic side but it's a rare thing as he prefers it private. no one is allow to see you only him (there's the usual guard but they can't interact unless they want death). Doffy isn't a patient man so to speak as he'll do what it takes to have you (and I mean anything)
#yandere one piece#Donquixote Doflamingo#one piece doflamingo#yandere doffy.#thanks for the ask.#yandere doflamingo
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Yandere Doflamingo with baby mamma reader
Ew, why?
Lotta brave, freaky ladies out there these days.
However weird you think he's going to make it, it's going to be way worse. Not... Necessarily into like, mommy kink territory but he's going to be really into rebuilding his family line. You know... That kinda into it.
If he wasn't super into you before that's changed now. Your body has, in his eyes, declared who you belong to and who is he to argue?
Hope you didn't plan on going anywhere, cause fuck that. You're staying right where he can see you or like, hidden in a bunker with the best doctors he can afford who all understand that if you or the baby so much as get a cold they're dead.
He's like, really into the whole baby thing btw, maybe not a "great with kids" kind of way but a "this is proof you're mine" kind of way. Good luck cutting ties as well, cause that won't be happening either.
Once you've had one baby I doubt he'll be cool with stopping there, either soooo... Hope you liked making the first one. You'll probably have several before he decides his "line is secure" and even then he won't care too much if another one comes along. Unless it threatens your health, in which case he knows several scientists that can do surrogate stuff instead.
He's a nasty man and he will be making all the gross sex jokes about it. Sorry not sorry.
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Yandere Domflamingo next for Pages AU 😳
So I’m not not going to sugarcoat anything, I have a hard time writing anything romantic for Crocodile or Doflamingo unless it’s them interacting with each other
I know why but I won’t be disclosing this information unless it’s to close friends that I trust as it’s a sensitive topic that I don’t like sharing but regardless I will at least try but don’t expect it to be long and somewhat detailed like my others
I hope you enjoy it regardless though and sorry that this took so long to come out
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON AT ALL
-Potential Trigger Warnings-
Breaking and Entering, Not Very Good Writing, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Doflamingo being Doflamingo
-Potential Trigger Warnings-
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON AT ALL
So starting off, I just have to say that no matter what happens when it comes to Doflamingo picking up your books and winding up in the same delusion as everyone else that picks them up then I pray to god that you don’t live in Dressrosa
Don’t get me wrong as you will be found and captured but it will happen a lot faster if you live in Dressrosa, Doflamingo will have you summoned to him if you live in Dressrosa and if you don’t then he will come directly to you himself
Like imagine getting home from some kind of outing like maybe a celebration with your friends on finally finishing your series only for the lights to turn on suddenly and Doflamingo is sitting leaned back in one of your chairs like he’s been waiting patiently for you to get home
I’m not sure if Doflamingo would identify with the Pirate or the Marine or even one of the characters that the MC simply interacts with but it could be possible that Doflamingo just fell in love with the MC, saw the picture of you, and sought you out
If he is meeting you inside of your house then don’t try to run, he is a warlord of the sea after all so you’d have to have the luck of a god to escape him plus he probably has the house surrounded just in case as he isn’t going to let you slip away
He says that he just wants to talk and that you should think of this as like an impromptu interview, he isn’t going to give you an option to say no either so I’d recommend just sitting down and answering all of his questions until he’s satisfied
I can imagine it starting off as an interview as he asks you questions about the story but slowly it starts to get more and more personal like questions about “What did this character mean when they said this thing?” start to turn into “What kind of shampoo do you use?” and “Do you want to have kids someday?”
You can try to ask him to keep his questions about the book but it’s not like he’ll listen and it isn’t like you can just refuse to answer either as you can sit there all night until you finally answer as he won’t be going anywhere until all the questions have been answered
Eventually his final question is “Are you pregnant?” which is responded to with a No, of course as you aren’t but cue a big grin on his face as he has all the answers that he needs
Turns out that he was asking all of these questions to figure out if you were really the MC from the story but even if you weren’t then he wouldn’t have given up as it would simply mean that he would need to condition you
Cue getting kidnapped by Doflamingo though and hauled off back to Dressrosa where you’re locked in a room that very much appears to belong to him. You’re chained by your leg to the bed and when you plead to go home
Doflamingo will simply just tell you that you are home now and he isn’t going to let you go now that he has you, he simply needs to turn you into his perfect loving wife that will happily listen to everything that he says so basically he intends to give you Stockholm syndrome
You can attempt to stay strong and refuse him but trust me, Doflamingo isn’t going to get bored as you’re his now and he isn’t going to get rid of you anytime soon
Trust me too when he says that he is going to give you Stockholm syndrome, he is going to give you Stockholm syndrome and succeed one way or another as he has no problem giving it to you in a way involves a lot of pain and bruises or in a way that involves a lot of kisses and soft feelings
I also would not recommend trying to escape, Doflamingo will have you dragged back to him within minutes…
Regardless of what you do in the end, Doflamingo will have you standing by his side as his loving wife who will listen to him no matter what. He’ll still allow you to write your stories if you wish but just don’t forget to make some time for him
#yandere#pages au#reader insert#the rain talks back#minors dni#yandere one piece#minor dni#read the trigger warnings#yandere doflamingo
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does... does the sunglasses stay on during sex...?
#Doflamingo smut#donquixote doflamingo#one piece#one piece incorrect quotes#luffy#nami#vinsmoke sanji#roanoa zoro#usopp#nico robin#op doflamingo#doflamingo x reader#one piece doflamingo#yandere doflamingo#edit: i saw an dj with unsunglassed doffy and it feels pretty illegal like i just saw a governments top secret document
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g i l d e d s t r i n g s o f f a t e
amara (self-insert) x yandere!donquixote doflamingo (op)
tw: yandere (obviously) + cheating + manipulation + nsfw + dub-con + breeding 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 3.4k
a/n: Doflamingo is a mean bastard, but I’d let him do anything to me. So here’s this year’s birthday present from me to me x (As usual, don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with this)
Read the previous birthday fic: here
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゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋
“You look absolutely stunning tonight, darling. Red is really your colour.”
Tearing her eyes from her brightly-lit phone screen, Amara realised that the tall man dressed in a custom-tailored three-piece suit was addressing her. She quickly tucked her phone back into her purse, clasping it shut before smoothing her evening dress out of habit.
“Thank you, Mr Donquixote. You’re too kind,” Amara said as a blush crept to her cheeks.
If she was being truthful, Donquixote Doflamingo looked handsome and sleek as he always did. The company director had an air of confidence and the charisma of a natural-born king. After all, he had a reputation to maintain and uphold. She, and many others, she was sure, were also drawn to his mysteriousness. He was always hiding his eyes behind his signature red-tinted sunglasses he would wear everywhere he went. It made her wonder what colour his eyes were and if anyone had seen them before. Were they brown like decadent chocolate, so devilishly taunting and tempting? Or perhaps as green as emeralds, magnificent and alluring?
“Please call me Doflamingo or Doffy if you wish. I’m not your boss,” Doflamingo chuckled. “I assume you’re waiting for Law?”
“Yes, he told me to wait outside the restaurant,” she replied, trying not to look dejected, but the older man caught the change in her tone.
“He’s late, isn’t he?” he frowned, a bulging vein appearing on his forehead. “How long have you been waiting for him?”
“Um... about twenty minutes- but it’s not a big deal! I know how busy he always is, and I’m just glad to be able to spend some time with him.”
Poor girl. How dare he make her wait. Doflamingo shook his head disapprovingly, seeing the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. He had seen through her blatant lie, not that she was ever good at lying in the first place.
“That won’t do. How about this — why don’t we head in first? It appears that I arrived a little too early for my business dinner, and I’d love it if you could accompany me for the time being. I’m sure Law wouldn’t mind.”
Amara was hesitant, but the pain in her ankles from standing too long in her brand new 5-inch heels was begging her to accept his offer. It had been more than an hour since she stood by herself, and she had contemplated leaving after seeing happy couples walking hand-in-hand. To her knowledge, Law would’ve ended his shift in the early evening, allowing plenty of time for him to make his way to the restaurant that wasn't too far from the hospital. She tried to convince herself that perhaps he was caught up with work like he usually was. Law was a very detailed and hardworking man, a perfectionist to the core, and Doflamingo knew it too, having named him his best doctor. Amara felt terrible for lying to Doflamingo, but she didn’t want to make Law look bad in front of his boss. She eventually nodded, accepting his gracious invitation, making his usual grin return to his face.
“Fantastic! Shall we?”
Like a gentleman he was, Doflamingo placed his hand at the small of her back as they walked up to the reception desk. The waiter greeted Doflamingo, immediately bowing down to him at a perfect ninety-degree angle.
“Welcome, Mr Donquixote. Your usual table is ready. Please follow me, sir.”
“After you, my lady.”
Amara giggled when Doflamingo offered his outstretched hand for her to take, treating her like a princess as he led her inside the restaurant. She remembered how Law would frequently remind her not to hang around Doflamingo for too long, preferably not at all if possible. However, she didn’t see anything wrong with it. If nothing, Doflamingo was a responsible man who knew not to stand up his date. Amara couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed at Law, wondering if he had seen any of her texts or missed calls. He had a bad habit of not checking his phone while working, but surely he hadn’t forgotten their anniversary that she had been planning for weeks? It couldn’t be that she was the only one excited about the dinner. She had even taken a lot of time and effort to doll up for him, hoping he would compliment her or, at the very least, take notice. Was she asking for too much?
“Here we are, sir, miss.”
Doflamingo stopped the waiter and pulled the chair out for her instead. Amara thanked him as she sat down, instantly distracted by the gorgeous view of the city beneath her, illuminated by street lights dancing in the dark. She saw Doflamingo watching her through the window reflection and realised that she had rudely spaced out for quite some time. Unaware of the dark desires swimming in his eyes, Amara apologised with haste, but Doflamingo reassured her not to worry. She exhaled in relief that she hadn’t made a fool of herself yet. The waiter soon returned with two glasses and a bottle of expensive, aged wine that Amara had herself thinking if she should’ve pushed his offer, but Doflamingo had raised his filled glass and nodded at her to do the same.
“Cheers.”
“To what?”
“To us,” he smiled. “And a beautiful evening ahead.”
Clinking their glasses, she took a sip of the delicious red wine that matched the colour of her dress. The restaurant faded into the background as she continued chatting with Doflamingo as if they had known each other for years. It was so easy and comfortable to talk to him that Amara didn’t notice she had lost track of time. She only diverted her attention away from Doflamingo when she spotted a familiar someone at a nearby table. At first, she couldn’t comprehend what was happening until Doflamingo tried to block her view. Amara ignored and pushed past him, lips quivering as anger quickly overwhelmed her.
“So, this is work?” she spat as tears coursed down her cheeks faster than her heartbeat.
Her fiancé of three years abruptly stopped, as if snapping out of a trance, then pushed away the woman he had just been kissing on their anniversary night. Well, ex-fiancé now. She was foolish for placing her faith and trust in him. All those nights she spent patiently waiting for him to return from work? He was probably going out with another woman, or women, and having the time of his life instead of entertaining boring old her. Amara only had herself to blame; she should’ve seen the signs of how he was losing interest in her. Unable to stop the nauseousness, Amara turned to leave, but Law had grabbed her arm and pleaded for her to hear him out, stating that she had got it all wrong. However, Amara’s only response was to slap him across the face before heading out of the restaurant, saving what little dignity she had left, if any. Stepping out onto the cold street, Amara broke down and choked on her sobs uncontrollably, feeling betrayed and humiliated beyond repair. Her night, possibly her entire life too, was ruined, and she couldn't do anything about it. Not a minute later, a jacket was draped around her shoulders, the warmth temporarily making her forget her disastrous situation as she looked up at the blonde man.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea Law was like that,” Doflamingo spoke solemnly.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” Amara mumbled, her voice strained and broken, embarrassed that he had to see a pathetic lovers’ breakup.
“Can I offer to take you home?”
She shook her head. “No, no, it’s okay. I wouldn’t want you to miss your business dinner.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about me,” he assured, lightly wiping her tears away with his thumb. “I can always reschedule it. You’re far more important to me than some corporate meeting.”
She didn’t have to think twice before taking up his offer, wanting to get out of there as fast and far away as possible. She couldn’t return home to their apartment, knowing that would be the first place Law would go to find her. She didn’t know where else she could go, but the one thing Amara knew for sure was that she didn’t want to see or hear from Law ever again.
“Take me anywhere but here. Please.”
“Of course. Anything for you.”
A limousine rolled into view as soon as Doflamingo finished tapping on his phone screen. He opened the door for her, and she entered without another word. Law, panting and panicking, came rushing out of the restaurant, trying to find her, but she was long gone. He was too late to change their fates, now twisted and sealed.
The ride remained silent, and she was thankful that Doflamingo respected her boundaries. He only called her name when the limousine had stopped in the driveway of a tall building in the middle of town. Taking the lift to the uppermost floor, Doflamingo welcomed her to his penthouse suite and invited her to take a seat. She watched him take a few bottles from his bar, expertly mixing and pouring the drink into a cocktail glass, then finishing it with a lemon slice at the top.
“Here you go, darling. Only the best for you.”
Thanking him, Amara took a sip of the cocktail, tasting the sweetness and sourness all at once. One drink turned into three, then seven and counting. At this point, the alcohol was burning the back of her throat, but Amara was too drunk to care. Overwhelmed with emotions, she shared everything with Doflamingo, who sat next to her, patiently listening to her complaints and worries. He even comforted her, which Law would never do, instead telling her to “get over it” and “be mature”. And unlike Law, Doflamingo had been gentle and caring, always staying by her side, prioritising her above anything else. Why couldn’t Law be like him?
“Dofla- hic- Doffy, am I really that worthless?”
“Nonsense. You’re perfect, Amara,” he answered, carefully taking the empty glass from her hand and placing it on the table.
“Then why didn’t Law love me back? Am I not perfect enough for him?”
She was coming closer to him now, staring up at him with her doe eyes, needing an answer, an assurance of some sort. Doflamingo didn’t move away, allowing her to climb into his lap. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, their faces just inches away from each other.
“Forget him, Amara. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Her gaze slowly lowered to his lips, then back up again. “Then, do I deserve you?”
“More than you know.”
Amara leaned in abruptly and kissed Doflamingo, breathing in his musk. As he kissed her back with equal hunger and passion, all she could think about was how right it felt. Amara couldn’t stop kissing him, and she didn’t want to stop. However, when her consciousness kicked in, she pulled away out of guilt or shame she didn’t know.
“Shit- I- I can’t,” she muttered, unable to look at him. “I’m sorry.”
She tried to move away, but Doflamingo held her tight in his arms. He tilted her chin with his fingers before brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Why not, baby? He cheated first. He didn’t care about you, but me? I will give the whole world to you,” Doflamingo promised, resting his forehead against hers. “I love you, Amara. I won’t ever let you go.”
“Y-you love me?” she repeated, unsure if she had heard him right or if the alcohol was still messing with her mind.
He smiled warmly and nodded. “I love you, Amara. And I’ll show you just how much I love you.”
Doflamingo’s lips crushed against hers, tongue slipping in her mouth and finally claiming what belonged to him. Amara gave in and melted into his embrace, feeling safe and loved for the first time. Doflamingo was right; he wasn’t Law. He was better than him, and she wanted him to take her in every way he could imagine. Her fingers reached upwards and knotted through his short hair, earning a low groan from him. Sensing they were both getting impatient, Doflamingo carried her effortlessly into his bedroom, placing her at the edge of his bed. She kicked her shoes off, watching him remove his jacket and loosening tie before reaching to unzip the back of her dress, slowly undressing her. He kissed her again and unclasped her bra, eagerly squeezing her plump breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. She fell back onto the bed, gasping for more, to which he responded by sucking her hard nipples. He hooked his finger in her underwear, pulling them down her legs and then tossing them onto the floor.
“You’re so beautiful. Have I told you that?” Doflamingo sighed, taking in the gorgeous sight of her completely naked in front of him. “And so wet for me, fuck.”
He wasted no time propping her legs onto his shoulders before delving his tongue into her wet heat. Amara's whines grew increasingly needier by the second as he pushed her to the edge. Then her legs shook as she came all over his mouth, but Doflamingo didn’t stop there. He inserted two fingers inside her, scissoring her open while continuing to lick up all her juices. After she came again, he moved to kiss her, making her taste herself on his lips and fingers, even more so his insatiable hunger.
Despite the pleasure, it was unfair that he was still somewhat fully dressed. Amara didn’t like to be teased too much; it almost felt like a punishment. She pushed him away and practically ripped open his dress shirt, needing to feel his hot skin against hers. He chuckled at this but peeled away all other clothing, except his sunglasses and boxers.
“Are you going to remove your sunglasses? I- I want to see your eyes.”
Doflamingo paused, and Amara panicked, thinking she had asked a sensitive question. She tried to tell him that he didn’t need to, but he interrupted her, “Promise me you won’t hate me.”
“I promise.”
His hands were shaking as he touched his sunglasses, but he managed to compose himself before removing them. Under the dim light, Amara could see a gorgeous pair of reddish-brown eyes staring back at her. There was a nasty scar across his left eye, but she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. He was beautiful, just like how she had imagined him to be.
“I could never hate you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss below his scar. “You’re perfect to me too.”
At this, Doflamingo got off the bed and pulled down his boxers, revealing his huge, twitching cock. She didn’t realise she was staring at it unblinking with her mouth wide open in surprise. Never had she taken something so huge, and Amara didn’t think she could handle it. Doflamingo noticed the change in her expression but paid no mind to it, knowing she was more than ready for him.
“Such a sweetheart you are. Let me give you a present to express my thanks.”
Doflamingo flipped her over, positioning her on all fours. Amara held her breath, anxiously waiting as she felt the tip graze her entrance. She didn’t even get the chance to tell him to wear a condom. When he penetrated her from behind, she cursed, desperately gripping the sheets in her fists.
“Too big! Doffy- Oh God!”
A smirk crossed his face. “That’s right, darling. I’m your God now.”
He began moving rhythmically and skilfully, driving her mad that she was coming again. She could barely hear the praises leaving his mouth, the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against each other echoing louder through the room. Tears pricked her eyes when he eventually bottomed out, a visible bulge appearing on her stomach. It seemed like they had been going at it for hours, and her knees were beginning to give in, but Doflamingo firmly held onto her hips, steadying her.
“So tight. I’m gonna come soon, make you full.”
There was panic in her voice when she turned around, pleading with him, “Don’t- Don’t come inside!”
“It’s okay, darling. It’ll feel good, so take it all like my good girl, okay?”
With a few final thrusts, Doflamingo spilt his seed inside her womb, filling her up. He could go all night if he wanted to with his stamina, but Amara was starting to doze off, and he much preferred to fuck her when she was awake and screaming his name. So he pulled out from her and cleaned her up thoroughly before pulling the covers over her body. He then picked up her cell phone left at the side of the bed, where he had been recording the entire time without her knowledge. Doflamingo clicked his tongue at the dozens of missed calls and unopened messages from Law flooding her inbox. Ignoring everything else, he attached the video and sent it to Law. It didn’t take long before Law texted back, demanding to know the truth before uselessly persuading her to come back to him. She’s mine. Also, you’re fired. Doflamingo texted, then blocked and deleted his contact permanently.
Amara told him that she could never hate him, but if she knew what he had been planning from the start, she would despise him. Law never cheated on her. Doflamingo only made it look like he did, paying a woman to kiss him in the restaurant so that they would break up and he would finally have what rightfully belonged to him. Doflamingo didn’t care if she was never going to forgive him; she wasn’t going to find out anyway. Once he destroyed her phone, he would’ve erased the evidence and cut off all contact from the outside world. There was no need for her to interact with anyone else but him. He was all she needed. Looking back at her sleeping form, he switched off her phone and kept it inside his drawer. He would deal with it later. Slipping underneath the covers, he kissed the top of her forehead as he cuddled her before falling asleep.
The morning after, Amara woke up alone in bed with the worst hangover she’d ever had. She wished she hadn’t had too much to drink, but then again, Amara was recovering from a broken heart, and she couldn’t refuse Doflamingo. A sudden realisation hit her, and she looked down at her naked body. Shit. She couldn’t remember much of what happened last night, but with her body sore and marked with love bites, she knew she had slept with her ex’s boss. Amara liked Doflamingo, but she didn’t think it was right to move on so fast.
“How are you feeling?”
Her head shot up to where Doflamingo was leaning against the door frame in a bathrobe, no sunglasses in sight. She could see his eyes better now in the morning light. They were still beautiful, if not more.
She let out a half chuckle, shaking her head as she pulled the covers up her breasts. “Terrible.”
“I’ve been there. You’ll feel better after some breakfast and taking an aspirin.”
“Doffy, I…” she began but fumbled over her words.
Doflamingo walked over to her and sat on the bed, gently caressing the side of her face.
“I’m sorry, Doffy.”
“What for? If anything, I should be apologising for taking advantage of you while you were drunk,” he admitted.
“No, you didn’t take advantage. I remember making the first move, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was only with you to get back at Law. But I wasn’t!”
“Don’t worry. I know you’re telling the truth.”
A brief moment of silence passed before she spoke up again. “This sounds selfish, but can I stay with you a little longer? I don’t know where to go, but I want to be with you.”
“You can be selfish all you want, darling. You’re right where you are. My home is your home, so stay.”
Amara wanted to thank him, but her body reacted quicker than her brain and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eliminating the space between their bodies, Doflamingo returned her kisses, making her giddy in the haze of euphoria once more. She glided her hands up to his neck, tugging his bathrobe away, and he grunted in satisfaction, ready for round two.
Doflamingo was never planning on letting her leave. For he was a master puppeteer, and she was his precious doll, tied up in gilded strings belonging to him and only him.
゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋
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SLEEPING BEAUTY
Crocodile would probably buy some of the most expensive and best teas and sleeping pills money can buy. He can't have you sleep deprived, your health it's his primary concerns. He will be by your side, working on the nearby desk. Whenever you are troubled and can't sleep, his rumbling low voice will quiet those pesky worries. Nothing will bother his emerald jewel.
Doflamingo much like Crocodile, will try to find anything to help you sleep. If nothing works, he will use his voice to make you sleep, telling you boring things to ease your mind from whatever is blocking you from sleeping. Needless to say, no one is allowed nowhere near your room whenever you are sleeping. His sleeping beauty won't be bothered, else...
Mihawk, the pragmatic one, will look into what is stopping you from sleeping. He will solve the problems at the roots, if not he will be there as your support. Please, do lean on him when he's reading his book,would you like him to read out loud? Or maybe taking a stroll around the island will make you so tired ,you'll eventually fall asleep. Please dearheart,let him help you. His heart is breaking anytime he sees those bags growing.
#one piece#one piece fanfiction#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#yandere doflamingo#yandere crocodile#yandere mihawk
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Bird Cage - Prologue
This series will contain: Yandere themes, toxic relationships, slight gore, a bit of child neglect, manga and anime spoilers
(Yes, Doffy is still a dilf in this story, and that's never going change, fight me)
"Huhuhu! You make me sad. I wanted to drink with you now that you're grown up..."
The phone from the other dial hangs up, and faint footsteps could be heard from behind.
"Who was that?" A feminine voice came from behind.
Doffy turns behind him and smiles wickedly. He saw a woman in the doorway, wondering who he was talking to.
"Oh, just a special person, my dear," he tells her as he walks up to her.
"But, who? I want to know, Doffy," she pleads as he embraces her.
While embracing her soft body, he lets out a sigh as he strokes her arms.
"Do you remember that little boy you decided to take in?" he asks.
The woman tries to remember before suddenly realizing.
"Law?! Is he coming back?" she asks when she finally realizes who he is talking about.
He lets out a laugh when they finally break their embrace as he nods. Although the woman was happy, she began to realize what happened in the past events.
"Do you think he's going to...?" she asks in a slight worrying tone.
Doffy pats her head as if she was a child.
"Maybe, but I hope so. I could give him another chance to be with the family again," he tells her.
She nods slowly before walking out of the room.
Once the door closes, Doffy's smile turns into a slight frown. He tsked as he wondered around his room, thinking what was so important about Law to her.
While in deep thought, the sound of the Den Den Mushi was heard not so far from him. He saw who was calling before picking it up.
"Yeah, what do you need?" he asks to the other line with his usual wicked smile smearing across his face.
The other line was in silence before finally responding to him.
"Father, is Big Brother Law coming again?"
Doffy chuckles.
"Did someone tell you?" he asks.
"Nope, just managed to overhear your conversation with Big Brother Law," he responds.
"Well, get ready then. You might have an important mission," Doffy tells him before hanging up.
From the other line, a tall looking male stared at the phone for a while before a shorter female walked up to him.
"Is something wrong, big brother?" she asks.
He turns to her with an emotionless expression on his face.
"Your favorite brother is coming back."
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Fanart -- Donquixote Doflamingo !!
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Platonic Yandere Law with baby sister reader who only survived the whole massacre because Law hide her in a box and carried her with him and then when the thing with Cora happened. Doffy stole his baby sister in order to lure Law bcak.
Doffy really is out here doing the most, honestly, smh
And I think this would give Law an excellent reason to attach a timer to his plan to take Doffy down, or at least a smaller plan to take his sister back because he does not want her near that man longer than needed.
And I imagine that after the thing with Cora, Doffy is like, really in his fucking feelings about younger siblings and may low-key be trying to win over the sister to keep her. Or at least convince Law to stay so he can patch together his family to his liking. It'll likely be the softest he'll ever be, really doting and indulging in the things he wishes he could have given Cora when they were young in the deluded hope that, if he had, Cora wouldn't have betrayed him.
If this is before shooting Cora he'll absolutely use the sister as leverage for Law and to bait Cora into coming back to 'play family' while giving 'poor children' a chance at family that they had taken from them too. He'd likely even offer to shelf any attempt to weaponize the kiddies to help sustain this family image.
Real dickish emotional manipulation hiding his very real desire to not be left behind again and have his work mean something.
Law is totally not buying it btw but unless he's got the power to back it up he refuses to risk his little sister. Doffy has an easier time convincing Law to 'play along' when he appeals to being an older brother and wanting to shield your sibling from the cold, cruel world.
Now that, Law can understand.
He still thinks Doffy is a prick though.
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