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iâm really sorry i havenât posted in a while! every fic takes me 6-8 hours (if not more) and im VERY critical of my writing so i constantly go back and edit. i drive myself crazy sometimes lmao
BUT iâm slowly working on a garp fic and a sabo fic! <3
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love when i get so into my OCsâ backstories and powers that i forget theyâre self ship stand-ins đ
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It's time to ride
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my first fic turns one year old today :â) thank you for all the love you guys have given this and everything on my account!!!!
young master âĄ

†summary: You don't worship the ground Doflamingo walks on, and it turns him on a little too much. (18+)
†pairing: doflamingo x afab!reader
†word count: 3.7k
†warnings: kinda sub!doflamingo (heâs a horny menace), mild dubcon, possessive doffy, spit kink, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), degradation, name-calling
†notes: this takes place before dressrosa but iâm only halfway done with the arc so sorry for any inaccuracies! i haven't posted my writing online in years so please lmk what you think :3
NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.
Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasnât the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!
You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult.Â
The man had hundreds of thousands â if not millions â of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you.Â
You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosaâs toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned.Â
You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didnât fucking care.
You werenât afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.
A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, âThatâs adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?â
Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. âDoffy, Iâm being serious.â
He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldnât call him anything else. You thought it was cute. âSince when can you block my strings?â
âDo you really think Iâd be a Vice Admiral if I couldnât do that? You were so obvious about it, too.â You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldnât be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingoâs forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. âI think Iâll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I donât have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.âÂ
âYouâre acting like I canât keep you here by force.â Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. âI could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.â He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. âMaybe Iâll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.â
Many times heâd pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then heâd finally ignite a spark of fear in you.Â
âIf you actually wanted to do that, it wouldâve happened already. But youâre the one who hired me, remember?â You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. âIf you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what youâre doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?â
âYou wouldnât dare.â He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them.Â
âIâm not a big fan of blackmail, so I donât want to do that,â you replied in an even tone. âIâm just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play catâs cradle all day?â
Doflamingo shouldâve killed you right then and there. That wouldâve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldnât focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on â why the fuck were you not affected?
He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind â he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasnât it.Â
He wanted you to call him âYoung Masterâ.Â
Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off â you were in a potential viperâs nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didnât feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.
âWhat Devil Fruit did you eat.â It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl.Â
âI already told you, I didnât eat one.â You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid.Â
âYou lying bitch!â He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. âYou must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or⊠I donât fucking know! Tell me whatâs happening!â He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. âWhy canât I stop fucking thinking about you!â
Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe⊠âDoffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?â
His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course heâd fucking been attracted to people â he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you.Â
They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you⊠it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.
âFuck you! I⊠IâŠâ You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. âWhy wonât you belong to me?!â
The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldnât go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his.Â
To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde manâs buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him â this was not the outcome you had in mind.Â
You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.
âDoffy,â you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again.Â
âI donât need you to patronize me! I needâŠâ he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. âI need you. Give yourself to me.â He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip.Â
You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. Youâd be lying if you said youâd never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core.Â
Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you werenât resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants.Â
He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. âYou fucking whore. You want this, donât you?â
âDoffy, youâre the one literally trying to get in my pants.â
âShut up.â He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat â you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later.Â
A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than heâd imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan heâd ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more.Â
Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.
His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. âI think you like me after all.â
âIâd like anyone who eats me out this good,â you quipped.
âBut no oneâs as good as me, hm?â To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. âNo one will ever be as good as me. Say youâre mine and you can have this every day.â
âF-fuck, Doffy⊠so, mmh, goodâŠâ He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.
âCall me Young Master.â Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew heâd be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. âYou want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and Iâll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.â
You actually laughed at that, and he didnât even try to be angry â being on full display for you meant he couldnât hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.
You stumbled backwards â there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. âW-wait, Doffy, I canât, ahh, l-let me sitâŠâ
Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. âYour king will grant you permission to move when I want to.âÂ
âSâokay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.â Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.
Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. âShit, youâre so tight.â The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. âPerfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.â
A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.
âSpit in my mouth.â He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.
You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told⊠and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasnât just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.
âYou stupid slut.â The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. âLove me. Love me.â
A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet.Â
âY-youâre fucking insane,â you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. âMake up your, mmh, mind.â
âAdore me.â He responded immediately. âSay youâre mine. Be mine.â
Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day â no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe youâd sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy.Â
But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness.Â
Maybe heâd make you step on him next time.
âCall me Young Master,â he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix.Â
âI already t-told you,â you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. âYouâre not my âmmâ Master, I donât, ahh, work for youâŠâ
âBut why not?â He whined again. âAt least call me it when you cum. Iâll fucking kill you if you donât.âÂ
You didnât acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs â Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss.Â
He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. âI-Iâm gonna⊠gonnaâŠâ He crooked his fingers inside you the way heâd done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.
âDoffy~!â Your face contorted into the most divine expression heâd ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer.Â
You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname.Â
He came hard.Â
The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down.Â
Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldnât break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension.Â
Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blondeâs cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he wouldâve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering.Â
You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, âYou take care of the rest of it.â
Doflamingo simply giggled in delight â youâd willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didnât expect you to crumble so easily and he didnât want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles.Â
âThatâs disgusting.â You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. âWhat am I supposed to wear out of here?â
The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose.Â
âWho said anything about leaving?â You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. âYou still havenât called me by my proper title.â

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I love you, please. Please take care of yourself. Drink water, don't overwork yourself, and sleep well. Anyways, how big do you think Ace's dick is?
LMAOOOO at least seven inches and itâs thick đ€
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I feel like pirating media that isnât sold or offered anywhere legally anymore shouldnât be called piracy. Girl thats archaeology
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even though iâm not taking requests rn my inbox is still open if anyone wants to talk to me :3
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a groggy morning âïžđ„±
#trafalgarlaw #onepiece
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