#doflamingo x brown reader

[gourdberries]

Providence a Doflamingo x reader fic Part 1

CONTAINS: dark content (emotional manipulation) otherwise SFW, slight fluff but mostly angst

Tbh I don't think this series will have more than two or three parts but anyways here's part one. It's gonna be sort of a prequel to part 2. Haven't edited it so it's probably gonna be rly stream of consciousnessy. Also, my first time posting here! Reader is written as a brown woman but read her however you like. Hope you enjoy!

You were raised in a brothel frequented by merchants and scholars alike. They would often hold meetings here, sharing information while enjoying a stiff drink and a woman on their lap. Your mother was the favourite of a renowned scholar from Ohara who had been excommunicated from the archaeologists society. An elderly man who decided to spend the last of his years in this brothel. The closest thing to a father that you’ve ever had. He instilled a love for archaeology in you, taught you how to decipher lost languages and made you an expert in ponegliffs at the age of 15.

He died a few years later. It was around that time Doflamingo and his family came into town. They had planned for it to be a short visit. Word had reached them about a girl of 18 who lived in a brothel – a girl that knew how to read ponegliffs. Seeing an opportunity to make money, your mother sold you off to Doflamingo.

Doflamingo knew your worth and knew how to care for you. A precious addition to his crew. You were a rarity, someone who was essential in his quest for divinity. The day you were sold off was the worst day of your life but the life that came after was one you could never have imagined were you to stay in that port town. Doflamingo gave you books, clothes, and a room of your own. Freedom. The family treated you as one of their own and slowly but surely you began to open up to them. Senor Pink took you to see his wife a couple of times, and you grew close to Baby 5 and Buffalo, them being the only members around your own age. You vaguely knew that Doflamingo had dealings in the underground market but you were often left out of business meetings and missions. To you, Doflamingo was an elusive figure. That is until 9 years later, when you witnessed what this man was actually capable of, when the man they call the great heavenly demon brought an entire kingdom to its knees.

“You can leave whenever you wish to.” He noted the fear in your eyes as you gazed down upon the inferno, “Although... as it is now, I don’t think that you’ll find a reason to leave”. You heard his command loud and clear. You realise that this man is a mirage of gentle greatness harbouring pure evil at the core. Tears prickle behind your eyes as you feared that he was just getting started.

“Oh, my sweet girl… you did this”. His large hands cup your cheeks, tilting your head up to face him. “I thank you. I could never have done this without you.” You finally begin to cry at his words. He embraces you and there’s little you can do but let him. Your hands balled up into tight fists, resting on his broad chest.

You couldn’t sleep the first night in his care. “Mother never loved you, she only saw you as profit – nothing but money to be made. You're all alone in this world”. Poisonous thoughts occupied your mind, you needed a distraction. So you sneaked into the library and looked for a book to read. 

Doflamingo was about to enter the library as well, when he caught a glimpse of you. At that moment, he thought that you looked like divine in your stark white nightgown contrasted with long black hair and bronze skin illuminated by warm candle light. You struggled to reach a book at the top of the shelf until you saw a hand shoot up from behind you. Doflamingo grabbed the book and studied the cover, “The Book of Five Rings? Didn’t know that we had this”. His sudden appearance managed to purge your mind of any thoughts of your mother. Completely dumbfounded, the only thing that you could muster up was “Do you read, sir?”

He chuckled lightly as he walked over to a velvet chaise lounge and settled into it with the book.

“Of course you–“ you wished that you hadn’t spoken at all in the first place, "it’s your library after all”. 

“I don’t have much time to read these days.” 

You studied his features for a while, spiky blonde hair and a sharp jawline. He was as handsome as he was intimidating. 

“Uhm… I couldn’t sleep.”

“I see…” 

“I thought I would read instead.”

He looked confused for a short moment until he realised, “Ah, I've hijacked your book.” 

“Oh, no… I’ll read another. I didn’t mean–“ 

He cut you off and pointed to another book “Grab me the blue paperback on the desk there.”  

You grabbed it and handed it to him. 

“I’ll give you back your book and read this one instead.” 

You nodded. “Thank you, sir. I-I’ll read it in my room”

“You can stay,” coming from him, it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion, “Let me keep you company until you feel like you can sleep.” 

You spent the rest of the night together with Doflamingo. In a soothing silence. 

Despite his imposing presence, he has always been gentle with you. Even as he massacred a whole kingdom and turned the king into his own puppet. You knew that you had to leave him, however improbable it may be, you had to escape from this man.

[olinblogin]

LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[officialstrawhat]

The Rose Of Dressrosa- Chapter 5

Chapter List

Hello! Wow, it's been forever. But on the bright side, I am completely caught up with One Piece! :D Please enjoy this Chapter!

Trafalgar D. Law x Fem!Reader

Summary:

After King Riku is dethroned, Doflamingo takes you under his wing and asks you to follow only one strict rule, "do not leave the palace alone". However, your sense of adventure is too great.

Law had only one thing in mind... Revenge. And you seemed like the best way to do that.

Trigger Warnings!: Please be advised there will be some allusions to grooming, non-con touching, and manipulation.

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Chapter 5

You hummed happily as you sat in the courtyard of the palace. You sat back against the trunk of the large tree rereading your favorite parts of your adventure book. This was a great chapter:

In the South Blue, there are descendants of wayward giants from Elbath. According to legend, centuries ago, these seafaring giants were shipwrecked on a tiny island in the South Blue. In an attempt to return to Elbath without a ship, they tried to build a stone bridge to reach their homeland. Eventually, the island ran out of stones, and the giants soon realized they would never see their homeland again. Now, every year, their descendants walk across the stone bridge to honor their ancestors...

“You're chipper,” Dellinger came up from behind you.

“So? Am I not allowed that as well?” You bite back at his comment, rolling your eyes.

So what if you were happy? Was that so bad? Whenever you left the palace you felt a euphoric bliss that only satiated until the next time you could sneak out again. Anytime you would go out it was all very secretive. At least you hoped so, you tried not to ever talk to anyone unless it was necessary. Which only made it all so lonely. 

That was until you met him. Law. He was new and told you all about his adventures sailing from island to island. It captivated you. 

He captivated you…

You began to blush furiously at the thought. He was attractive, that was easy to admit. But to act like this it was a feeling you had never felt like this.

“Hellooo?!” Dellinger began to snap his fingers in front of your face. 

Oh shit. Was he talking to you? “Hmmm…”

“I said, Doffy wants to see you.”

Your heart sank, “Did he say why?”

“Oh yes we had a great big chat all about it over tea,” the Sharkboy said mockingly.

Rolling your eyes again, you rise from your grassy spot.

“Have fun,” he laughed as he sank to lay down on his back the brim of his cap hiding his eyes. “Hopefully he doesn’t kill you” 

“Asshole.” you tossed out as you walked off. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. you curse.

Did he know? Did someone see you while you were out? With some strange man no less. You weren't stupid this could be bad. You had heard rumors of how Doffy would kill if he felt like his family was put in jeopardy. Maybe if you explained…

Taking a deep breath you knocked on his massive office doors.

“Young Master?” You say as you enter cautiously.

When you fully entered his office it was empty. It had been a long time since you had stepped into his room. You looked over to his desk and there were the flowers that were browned and dead in an expensive crystal vase. You waved your hand over the petals, reviving them back to life. The act caused a memory to revive as well.

Seven years ago…

Doflamingo sits in his desk chair reading a newspaper

“Doffy!” 

He looks up, “Aww there's my Rose.” 

“I made you something!” You tell him excitedly

“Did you?”

You nod and reveal a wildflower from behind your back lifting it up to him. 

“Watch what I can do!” You turn the one into several different colors.

“My that is something,” he smiled and  placed an invisible string to the flowers and tied it together before placing the bouquet in a crystal vase, “I think it works well there.”

“Mhmm.” You agree as he places you on top of his lap. “Doffy? How many strings can you make?”

He chuckled, “How many stars are in the sky?”

“You hung all those stars,” you gaped.

“Let me tell you a secret,” The Young Master leaned in close to your ear, “Only for you”

“Y/N,” you heard causing you to spin towards the entryway. 

“I was told you wanted to see me,” you said hesitantly as you watched Doffy walk over to his large chair next to the window. 

“Yes. Come sit,” he said once he placed himself in his large chair, you moved to the opposite chair in front of him.  Before you could sit he stopped you by grabbing hold of your wrist.

 “No, right here.” he patted his lap. You felt your stomach turn. Gulping you moved and sat on top of him, causing the grin on his face to widen at your obedience. 

“I am proud of you, you know,” he says pulling you closer to him, “for keeping up with your training. In no time you will be able to unleash the full potential of your power.” He ran a hand through your hair brushing a strand behind your ear.

“Will it always be Monet training me?” you ask trying to focus on your breathing as your heart beats faster against the cage of your chest.

“Yes. As difficult as it may be,” he spoke, his words trailing off before speaking again this time his voice dangerously low and slow, rubbing your thigh. “Unless you want me to step in and teach you. I am a very good teacher.”

You watched his hand inch closer and closer to the most intimate part of yourself. Immediately you jumped out of his lap, “Was that all you wanted to speak with me about?”

“No,” He chuckled, seemingly amused at your jumpiness, “I wanted to speak with you before I leave for The Reverie.”

He’s leaving? This was news to you. You had heard of the meeting before. He had gone before, four years ago. 

“I also wanted to warn you that while I’m away-” 

“Don’t leave, I know.” You finish. 

He stared at you with a grin on his face, “I know my rules may seem rigid but I do so because I care.” He rose from his seat and walked toward you. “You are naive my dear and I would hate to see you taken advantage of. I've only ever wanted to take care of you. Let me take care of you.”

He towered behind you, “Perhaps the next reverie I’ll let you attend with me” he spoke lowly again but this time he snaked his large hand down the length of your back eventually resting and firmly grasping the curve of your backside causing you to take a sharp intake of breath, “On the condition you continue to be a good girl of course.” 

He moved too quickly for you to even understand what was going on. His hand wrapped your loose hair pulling your hair roughly, exposing your neck to him. Frozen in place you watched him smirk and lean down to the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent deeply before rapidly running his tongue from the base to the top of your neck to the point where you could feel the tip of his wet tongue lash against your ear.

Before you could push back he let you go. Dismissing you back to your room. Quickly you scurried out the door as Doffys laughter echoed in the room.

Four hours later you met Law just like you had planned and tried to block out the events earlier today. As you walked through the alleyways you were at war with yourself.  You kept thinking about Doffy and how he held you. How he touched you. It felt- not good. But Doffy had looked out for you your whole life. 

He wouldn’t hurt you. 

But he just did…

Maybe this was always meant to happen? 

What was it that Doffy said? “Let me take care of you..” 

Maybe it wasn't a big deal. He was very clear. All you had to do was play by his rules and in four years possibly get a taste of freedom. Do what he says, stay on his good side? Allow him to touch you and-

“Are you hungry?” Law asks as they walk down the dark street pulling you out of your head. 

“No,” You say flatly arms crossed against your chest.

“Ya sure? I found this great little booth down this way” Law replied. He could sense something was off you weren’t your normal cheerful self. 

“It's nothing.” You push back suddenly changing your mood into one of fake enthusiasm. “Food sounds great. Let's go.”

You two walked in silence for a considerable amount of time before he brought you to a small cart parked on the sidewalk of a market street. There were so many people and Toy people that it brought a certain warmth you always loved about the city.

You knew this place although it looked different in some aspects. Your attention immediately went to the two-story building the stucco roof was a different color and bicycles as well as their seller could be seen from the new glass windows but you could only imagine a woman who looked a lot like you did now helping customers in the quaint shop.

Law passed you the food and drink he purchased and led you away from the area until he found an empty alleyway.

You both slid down the building and remained quiet until Law finally spoke. “We don't have to talk about it.”

“Hmm?”

“Whatever it is that's wrong,” he told you, “We don't have to talk about it. Frankly, I’d rather just eat my empanada.”

“I used to live there,” you aren’t sure what made you say it,  “Above the bike shop. Well It used to be my mother's flower shop”

He remained silent. Allowing you to continue if you wish.

So you did.  “She died. I was ten.” You felt the tears but managed to push them back. “It sucked.”

Law nodded. “To your mom” You raised your glass of bottle letting it clink to his.

You both continued to eat in silence. Law wished he could say he was pretending to care about your sad story. But he did. It made him think of his mother. He was ten too. Or maybe it was because he knew something was up the moment he saw her walking over to him. He wondered what could have- No. he shook the thoughts from his head. He had to stay focused. He couldn't afford to start caring about some spoiled girl's sob story. She was just a key to his plot and it was high time to start putting it in motion. 

@rebeccawinters @mj-airlines @awkwardspontaneity @cresent-z

[hannya-writes]

Masterlist I

One Piece

When they call you their wife...

Sabo/Ace

Luffy/Zoro

When they save you from a Brothel...

Luffy Edition

Zoro Edition

Messages with Shanks

Every broken shard of your heart (Doflamingo x reader)

• • •

Attack on Titan/Shingeki no kyojin

May I…? (Levi x Reader)

Stupid Weaknesses (Levi x reader)

Levi Ackerman & PDA (Levi x reader)

Actors!AU Headcanons

• • •

Gangsta

Nicolas Brown & PDA

Hurt and Heal (Request: Nicolas Brown x Reader

• • •

Boku no Hero Academia

Silent Jealousy ( Aizawa Shouta x Reader)

Mrs. Aizawa ( Aizawa Shouta x Reader)

Secret Identity (Todoroki Touya x Reader)

Don’t leave me (Dabi x Reader)

• • •

Jujutsu Kaisen

What kind of men is your type? (Fushiguro Megumi x Reader)

Regrets (Fushiguro Megumi x Reader)

Sleepwalker (Fushiguro Megumi x Reader)

Megumi Fushiguro & PDA

• • •

DC comics Multiverse

Not Jealous (Jason Todd x reader)

Jay finding you are pregnant (Jason Todd x reader)

Sketchbook (Jason Todd x reader)

Let me stay dead (Jason Todd x reader)

You saved me (Jason Todd x reader)

If the Batboys discovered you are in love with superboy… (Superboy x Reader)

Jason Todd Headcanons

Just Siblings (Jason Todd x reader)

Continue to Masterlist II

[quinloki]

Quicksand - ALTERNATIVE

If you haven't read Quicksand up to chapter 5 you're going to be terribly confused.

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

ADDITIONAL CW: Dub-con, kidnapping, imprisonment

The alternative version picks up at Chapter 6- there's a lot of overlap for the first few chapters as the story slowly peels away from the original. The alternative chapters explore Sir Crocodile's yandere tendencies in a setting where the reader rejects him (vs the original where she never ran).

You can read it as it posts to Tumblr, or sate your curiosity on AO3 // Wattpad immediately.

Chapter 8: Feathered

Between Alvida's behavioral report, and the images you had found of him yourself, you had expected Doflamingo's appearance to be, well, ostentatious. Instead, the tall blonde-haired man who stepped out of the sleek limousine was anything but. If not for his rather trademark glasses, you would've had your doubts you were dealing with the right person.

His suit was tailored, an eggshell cream color jacket with a soft pastel pink tie, and a bright white pocket square that was a very subtle contrast to the suit and matched the shirt under the jacket. Pale cherry-brown leather shoes pulled it all together. You weren't sure if he was trying to go under the radar, or if he was trying to throw people off on purpose, though you assumed the latter.

"Mr. Donquixote, my name is Miss (F/N) (L/N), and I've been assigned to act as your guide and liaison over the next two days. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make your stay a positive one." You say with a professional tone and smile.

There was the slightest pause before an amused grin spread across his face. "It seems I am in your capable hands, my dear, and please call me Doffy."

"Would you like a tour of the casino first, or I can show you to your suite if you prefer. We can even review the auction venue for tomorrow if you'd rather." You offer, glancing at your phone as though you had a list on it. You remember things well enough on your own but referencing something else - an electronic or a clipboard - gives you a natural way to break eye contact.

It also gives the impression that you aren't only available for him and his whims, and that you have enough going on that you need references and reminders to keep track of things. These actions came very naturally, since you've used them repeatedly during your job, and not just because of today.

"I would prefer something to eat," he says, and you can feel his eyes on you even if you can't see them through the lenses. "I've heard there's quite the restaurant within the casino."

"Indeed, there is," you reply, internally twitching. He was one of those sorts, trying to throw things off by requesting an option not provided. You glance at your phone again, this time with the legit need to check the time. "Lunch is ending in a few minutes, but they'll be changing over for the dinner menu shortly. If we go to your suite and then head to the restaurant, they'll be changed over entirely, and your dining experience will be more pleasant. Is this acceptable?"

"It is, Miss (L/N)." His words are even, but there's a flicker of a frown on his face you barely catch.

You escort him to his suite, giving a brief explanation of where things are located based on his needs. Such as which direction would take him to the auction area, where the restaurant was, and a basic breakdown of the casino's layout. You even offer that you would be happy to provide a more guided tour of any of the locations if he requested.

Once he walked through his suite and seemed satisfied you took him to the restaurant.

"This is Catherina, she'll be your server this evening." You introduce a young lady to him and turn toward her. "Please be sure to provide our guest with priority service, Mr. Donquixote Doflamingo is a VIP and is the benefactor of tomorrow's auction."

"Yes Miss (Y/N)," Catherina replies promptly.

"I'll return when your meal is finished," you begin.

"I would like for you to join me, Miss (Y/N)." His interruption is surprisingly smooth, and the change from your last name to your preferred name doesn't go unnoticed. You suspect he would like to drop the 'Miss' entirely, but he seems to be trying to match your pace while trying to pull you into his.

It's a far more subtle strategy than you had anticipated, and some part of it tugs at you. You should be deflecting it, you should be walking away with a smile and a promise to return, timing things so you come up just in time for dessert, softening your earlier departure even more.

Instead you sit across from him, only the barest hint of frustration upon your face. “I cannot promise I will be adequate company, Mister-.”

“Doffy, please.” He says, sliding into your sentence again.

“… Doffy, but I will accept.”

The hardest part of dinner with Doflamingo was in only pretending to enjoy it. The man’s control of a conversation was comforting, and he wasn’t nearly as egotistical as you had expected. He managed to not only get you to speak about yourself but seemed to take a valid interest in you. If not for the write up from Alvida and your own instincts, you would’ve fallen for every subtly sweet word. It was very easy to imagine waking up in the man’s bed to the sound of the shower running, with no clear recollection of how you ended up in his room, let alone his bed.

You had no desire to repeat the escape of last weekend, especially not from another Warlord, and that was enough to help you keep your feet right where you wanted them. You enjoyed the meal for what it was, and even allowed yourself to enjoy Doflamingo’s company – for what it was as well. Little more than a game and a diversion.

You were tempted to allow some kind of valid connection form, but it would be for you to use the Warlord in leaving the metro. The price of using a man such as Doflamingo felt entirely too hefty for your liking however, so you dismissed the entire idea completely.

After the meal – no dessert thank you, you were full enough - you took him on a tour through the casino, and then to inspect the auction venue. You even came across Buggy, and were surprised to see no introduction was needed. Buggy said that Doflamingo was one of his business contact's contact. They didn't know each other directly, but through the same shared contact they had come to know of each other.

You were delighted to know this connection is why Buggy worked to have the auction take place at the West Branch, instead of the originally decided upon Southern location. You made a mental note to put salt in Buggy's coffee for every hour you had spent having to work with Dandy to get ready for the event. He might even have salty coffee for some weeks after he starts his own business because of it.

And that didn’t even touch whatever cost you felt necessary to charge with Sir Crocodile’s arrival tomorrow.

At the end of the evening, you provided Doflamingo with your direct work cell, in case he found himself in need of anything, and then politely excused yourself. You could feel those eyes on you as you walked away, and you did absolutely nothing to tempt him. No hip wiggle, no backward glance – there was no way you were going to let even the slightest thing slip after hours of bantering with him.

You went to a room that had been reserved for you for the next couple nights and grabbed a quick shower before grabbing a breakfast bar for dinner. You had to maintain your professionalism for the next 24 hours, so you laid out fresh clothes and turned the ringer up on your work cell before making a comfortable pile of pillows that you could nap against for the night.

. . . . .

Before you knew it you were up to your neck in sand. It was warm and rough, shifting against your body and denying you any capacity to move. You weren’t sinking, but panic was gripping you for how deeply you were buried in it, you only had to slip a little further down and you’d be completely submerged in sand.

Hot and dry it seems to caress your body, pressing against your legs and trailing down your back, neither pulling you down, nor pushing you up. The actions are almost tender and the pleasurable jolts it sends through your panicked body are impossible to ignore. Soft, desperate, needy, and concerned moans slipped past your lips.

The pleasure begins to build, outpacing the panic as the sand holds you firmly in place. You weren’t going to sink any further, he wasn’t going to let you, but you weren’t going to be released either. Held captive, encased in sand and warmth and desire, unable and nearly unwilling to escape.

Sand slipped under your clothes, caressing the sensitive parts of your body with a soft gentleness that belied the rough texture of it all. Soft gasps turn to deeper, heavier moans, your body begins shivering in pleasure against your immobility.

Darkness fills your sight, a warmth over your eyes, the soft click of heavy rings as hot and demanding lips capture your own. Pleasure pushes into your body with more force as you return the demanding kiss. It was his kiss, deep in your dreams, deep in your body, and even deeper in your need.

“More,” you murmur in the breathless dark haze of pleasure that was taking you. “More… please.”

If your mind wanted you to sink into the pleasure of him you would indulge it. Anything for a moment of release from the ache in your heart, the sorrow of two months of joy, the insurmountable fear of being pulled into his world. So in this dream you would indulge.

The sands of Rain Dinner take you, shaped like its founder, and you let them. Beg them. Cry into them. Apologize to them. Sink deeper and deeper into the pleasure until you’re exhausted from your toes to your fingers, laid out gently on soft clouds and prompted to rest by the soft, warm sand.

Sand that smells painfully of citrus and smoke.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

300 Followers: Oracle Card Reading Masterlist

Hello my little wandering spirits ♥️I finally made a Masterlist for the Oracle Event. Once against thank you all once again for everyone who participated and read the content it means a lot to me <3 I am going to be doing this again I have more decks I would like to use! There are more request to be fulfilled and will be added to the master list once completed. All of you stay blessed and positive🔮✨☺️

Ace x GN Reader: Lead love and Assurance N/SFW

Ace x Fem Reader: The crow Spirit (Co-Create with Spirit) N/SFW

Ace X Fem Reader : Show Your Support N/SFW

Bartolomeo x GN Reader: Open your heart

Corazon x GN Reader The Ant Spirit(time to collaborate) and The Bee Spirit(Sweet Results Awaits) SFW

Crocodile x Male Reader: Lover matters and Infinite Blessings N/SFW

Crocodile x GN Reader : Bobcat (Life is a mystery) and Brown Bear Spirit ( Take time out) N/SFW

Doflamingo x GN Reader: Expansion and Illumination N/SFW

Katakuri x Fem Reader: Turtle spirit(slow and steady wins the race.) SFW

Killer x Fem Reader: Gratitude and Appreciations N/ SFW

Law x Fem Reader: White Raven Spirit(trust in the magic) and The Bat Spirit (a rebirth is assured) SFW

Law x Fem Reader: Fresh Approach and You are worth it  SFW

Law x Fem Reader: Seek Beauty and Vulnerability

Law x Fem Reader: Ideal Course of Action

Law x GN Reader :The Nightingale Spirit( love is all around)and The Wombat Spirit (be at home) N/SFW

Law x GN Reader: Laughter and Be Gentle to Yourself N/SFW

Luffy x Reader: Acceptance of Love SFW

Marco x GN Reader : Assurance N/SFW

Marco x GN Reader: The Elephant Spirit (learn from the past) SFW

Marco x Gn Reader: The rhino Spirit (Overcome Any Obstacle) SFW

Mihawk x GN Reader : Contemplation N/SFW

Mihawk x Fem Reader: The Spirit of the Giraffe (see the bigger picture) N/SFW

Sanji x GN Reader: Leap of Faith N/SFW

Sanji x Fem Reader: Infinte Blessings

Shanks x Fem Reader: The Sandpiper Spirit(be playful) N/SFW

Thatch x fem reader: Cat Spirit(claim your independence)ANGST

Zoro x GN Reader: Wolf Spirit(turn knowledge into wisdom) N/SFW

Zoro x Fem Reader: Culmination of Vision SFW

Zoro x Fem Reader: Let Love Be You Beacon SFW

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Broken Bricks- Bellamy x Reader

It has been two weeks since he's been kicked disgracefully out of the Donquixote Family, well...one of the gangs. He dreamed, oh he dreamed of that day. His day of jubilee often turned into one that smelt of blood that he could not forget even if he tried. 

How could he? After all, this is the nightmare he awakes from. His battle cries were supposed to turn into shouts of victory one day but one day greeted him with battle wounds caused by his own. Kicks to the sternum reoccurred each passing day since that fateful one. Only this time each sensation were attacks to his heart, breaking it continuously. 

The man who once did everything he was asked like a good soldier was broken down by the only man you could say was like a father. An icon, his beacon of light. It's funny because all that light and Bellamy still couldn't see the truth- his truth. It has been said, the truth will set you free. Not for your past lover currently bound by mental chains such as doubt, depression, disappointment in himself and self-loathing. 

Rage and confusion coursed through his veins giving you the impression some days that he would snap at any moment. Yet, despite all of that, he assures you with lies about his well being and an almost calm aura is felt. In a way, you are grateful for this. 

As much as it seems twisted to be a bit happy, you cannot hide the feelings as you tend to his wounds both internal and external. You've been patient every step of the way thou you hadn't needed to. 

You, in fact, had no obligation to help your ex the day he showed up at your door battered and utterly bruised. Plump eyes pleading with you, mouth vocalizing through pain he had nowhere else to turn.  

Though you never cared for nor trusted Doflamingo, it would not be fair to say you were not guilty of your own misdeeds. You cheered him on during his life of crime back when he was your lover.

 You advised him in the middle of the night and consoled him whenever he doubted himself. When your words never made it through his head or heart, your body gave him a different kind of speech. A healing he often needed. It had become surprising to you how Bellamy had not yet died. After all, breaking the rule of no defeat was not tolerated, stated by his boss and even though Bellamy was great at redeeming himself, you were often scared of him running out of chances. 

Doflamingo is feared by many and in a gang, it's rare to see this many chances given. You thought of the day when redemption ceases as did your heart for a second in regards to losing him. Yes, he was a criminal but he was also the love of your life. To lose him meant losing your world, something you could not let happen but didn't that very same thing happen? 

'This may be our second chance..his second chance. At life, at change' you pondered. Brown eyes irises study the muscular man currently laying on the bed in your guest room. He knew he'd be safe here. You click your tongue at the realization, sockets squinting at his form. 

''Take a picture won't you'' you hear him say in a gruff voice. You almost smirk 

''Thank's I just might. It can help you see what a sad sack you are right now'' you couldn't tell from your viewpoint but your all to true statement felt like a stab to the chest. The truth hurts is what they say though isn't? He grinds his teeth trying to get the words out without sounding hurt even if it is the very definition of what he is. 

''You still have a knack for saying things nonchalantly I see.'' your eyes roll yet the feeling of guilt swells up. You really should be more careful with your words. You know damn well how much he's hurting. Even if you saw it coming. 

''How long are you planning to stay here? Also, are you ready to talk about what happened?'' you know but hearing it from his mouth would be the first step to his healing you supposed. 

''What do you want from me y/n?''

''I'm sorry, aren't you the one who came at my doorstep beaten to plump? I believe that question is mine, thank you very much.'' you pause ''What do you want from me, Bellamy?'' 

At this, his tongue in turn clicks and he becomes more and more irritated fighting to control everything inside him from bursting. Worst of all, you would be a casualty. It's almost foolish of him to think he couldn't let everything out as he once did yet the fact remains you are not together. Coming to you was the best decision while he would try to collect himself and figure out his next move. That doesn't mean he'll be opened with the parts of him you were formerly privy to, on display. As soon as he can, he'll be out of your hair. His jaw tightens before relaxing as a  soft scoff escapes his lips

''You're something you know that? I'll be gone soon''

''Bellamy..'' you sigh ''I was kidding, You can stay here as long as you need but you also gotta let out what's inside you...you don't wanna talk about it and be vulnerable with me because it's a trip down memory lane or something. I get it but it's going to destroy you if you keep bottling it up. Trust me-''

''Y'n...I'm fine'' he bites out ''I got everything handl-''

''You ain't got shit, Bellamy. You ain't got your street rep, you ain't got your team, you ain't got your girl, you definitely don't have him but you know what you do have? Your ass....handed to you on a dirty platter. You have no one, you ain't got no family, you ain't got nobody-'' The blonde male shoots from the bed, eating up the space between you both. He gets in your face aggravated and distraught by your verbal assault. It's not welcoming on the receiving end but if you get him to explode then you could get him to remove all on his chest. You were never good at these things but ticking someone off you could do. If it works out, you may even be successful in getting him to bash or break apart objects you have set up, as a way to release stress and express his anger and his hurt. Then he might breakdown and release tears he'd been restricting as your body does the comforting. Holding him if he needs.

''Do you have to do this? What did I do to you to make you want to rub my pain in my face like this?''

You cock your head up meeting his gaze fiercely ''You left me.'' Memories of your past relationship resurfaced in the male's mind. There was a time you became distant, almost as if you were unhappy. Of course, this was something he didn't much attention to. Too busy, too much...

''You left me for him'' you say bitterly while he throws his hands in the air turning around before facing you again with a look of disbelief etching across his face. 

"You left me! You broke up with me! When everything was finally going my way, when I needed you, you deserted me y/n'' 

You pushed off from your position leaning against the wall with a dangerous expression

 ''I lost you way before that time when you sought out to redeem yourself for the thousand time to that man. Proving yourself..'' you paused reflecting ''I was there for you, loyal to you but I was never able to compete with him. No matter what I did...I lost you a long time ago and no matter...no matter how many times I tried bringing your attention back to me, it never lasted. You said you needed me and I believed you. I believed in you..and when I tried to warn you'' you point at your former lover tears building up, anger sparking'' you shut me down and accused me false accusations. It was silly of me..to think I needed to swim deep to save you when you had strings attached to you saving you from drowning. While you were swept up, I ended up sinking. Now here you are, needing me now that you don't have him.'' you spat that last statement truly bitter about the truth in it.

Unable to look you in the eyes, blinded by his own tears threatening to spill, Bellamy takes his leave from the small space marching out of the house. You follow him outside to the front yard of your farmhouse and yanked his bicep backwards.

''I am tired of you always walking away!  You always do this Bellamy. I deserve some closure, some answers. Something dammit!''

''You don't think I know that?!'' He roared ''I know I've hurt you, I've pushed you past your breaking point. I'd given everything to him. My very life I would've given up if that's how it should be. I've lost my men trying to prove my worth to him over and over. Yet, every time I think I've finally got myself on track to becoming one with him..his f-family, I lose..'' his voice breaks lost in his memories. ''but he gave me a chance..when no one and I mean no one gave me any. I had a chance to not be some little no good, thug. I had a chance to be important, acknowledged. He wasn't some random obsession, he wasn't just my boss. He was the man who I respect the most in this entire world, the only father figure I had. Before you, there was him. Giving me chance after chance to prove myself and be someone. He tricked me..you know. He knew I wouldn't come out of that situation.. successful'' he says biting out the word 

''You gave him everything in you and it still wasn't enough'' The realisation dawned on has his heart shattering more than it ever did these past weeks. 

''All that loyalty you gave him and what did you get in return? He was blinded to it as you were blinded to mine. I wasn't enough. It breaks my heart because I know the the pain you're going through is immense but I can't help but be angry at the things that I could not change lost in our individual universes too far apart to fix anything and it hurts so much because my love never felt like enough and I still love you to this day with every fibre in my being that it hurts. Your adamant loyalty and admiration I felt more than your love for me but hearing you and seeing it from your perspective I know the betrayal has you fucked up so bad right now'' your voice cracks as tears stream down your face. 

''I'm so sorry y/n. I'm so so-'' his voice croaks out as your body jolts and makes its way to the ground. As if he's paralyzed Bellamy stays in his spot unable to make a move utterly shocked by the scene before his eyes. A broken sound of your name spills from the man's lips. Running toward you felt heavy as if his feet are running in water. Finally grasping you at the last moment his voice begs you to stay with him as the blood seeps from it brutal wound. Nothing matters right now except willing you to stay awake and alive. Funny thing to wish, for now, to stay with him.

Nothing can be worse right now but his irises come in contact with a pair all too familiar and just like that, betrayal makes its way back into his life. How could he tell though that a dead man would do the dirty deed? How could he have known that a man he mourned for would come to take his precious flower away?  As his shirt presses into your wound where you lay on the ground, he tries to shield you away from the attacker.

''W-why?'' Bellamy chokes out 

''It's business, it's not personal''

''N-not personal?!'' 

''Yes'' the assailant raises his firearm ''This is the price you pay for being weak'' Bellamy covers your body with his. Back facing his enemy, tears rushing down his face looking down at you as a million wishes and thoughts parade his mind.

''I love you'' a kiss is lain your lips and hoping you'd be the princess that magically mounts from her slumber.

 Hoping this is just another nightmare haunting him but arise he will too.

 Hoping he would make it up to you.

Hoping to hold you close to him and thank you for being there. Seeing clearly, no one else was.

They all thought him a loser anyway when word hit the streets. You never thought the worst of him. 

Hoping to wake up to hear you constantly encouraging him when his thoughts felt all-consuming. 

Hopefully he would wake up and talk it out like you wanted, hopefully, the healing would start. 

Hopefully, he and you could be happy.

Hopefully

Bang

A/N: This one was a tough one to complete. I originally had another idea on how to go about and end this but this one I went this. I honestly don't feel as though I'd given Bellamy the complete justice he deserves but I will write about him later down the line. I know this is very sad and has death however I promise to do another Bellamy one shot that's happier and romance. I want to say a huge thank you to 

@lyndsyh for giving me the idea of a gang au and all your encouragements! I am truly grateful for your support girl! Another shout out to an author on Tumblr who helped me understand Bellamy a bit more her at is.

@chaoticbisexual-dragonprincess and her short story is called The Hyena's Baker. You can find this story on archiveofourown.org. 

[vizkopa]

Sutures and Secrets (Corazon x Reader)

Word Count: 1 506

Fem!Reader

WARNING: Mild blood

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It was well after midnight when there came a knock at your door. You cracked it open, only catching a glimpse of your visitor before they pushed passed you, stumbling into the room to collapse in a chair by the fireplace.

“What the—Roci? What are you doing here at this time of night, are you drunk?”

That was when you saw the blood.

“Oh my god.”

You rushed to his side. He was ghostly pale, forehead damp with perspiration. You searched desperately for the source of the bleeding, tearing open his bloodstained shirt and turning him on his side. Your hands came away red.

You peeled away the clumsy dressing of the wound. It was deep, but not fatal. You breathed a sigh of relief. If it had been barely an inch lower, he would have been down a kidney. The blood flow had slowed, but not stopped, and more spilled onto your hands as you pressed the dressing back onto the wound to stem the bleeding. You didn’t even flinch. This was hardly your first time stitching up a battle wound. Hell, you were pretty sure your usefulness in the medical bay was the only reason Doflamingo even kept you around.

“What happened?”

Roci only shook his head, making a stabbing motion with one hand.

“Who did this to you?”

He shook his head again.

You pursed your lips. “I need you to press down on the wound. I’ll be right back.”

When you returned with your first aid kit, Roci had pulled out the notepad and pen he carried with him and was hastily scribbling down words. A second later he held the notepad up to you.

“DON’T TELL DOFFY” was all it said.

You scoffed. “Wouldn’t be the first time I kept something from your brother, believe me.” You settled yourself on the floor by his side and motioned for him to turn around so you could access the wound. “Not that I could tell him much even if I wanted to. You gonna tell me what happened, or not?”

Roci hesitated for a long moment, then seemed to make up his mind and reached for his pen.

“IT WAS LAW,” the paper said.

“The new kid?! Why on earth would he do something like this?”

A non-committal shrug from Roci.

“That poor child. I worry for him sometimes,” you sighed, uncapping a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “This is going to sting a bit.”

You took his silence to mean he was alright, so you proceeded with cleaning the wound. As usual, he didn’t make a sound, though you could tell he was gritting his teeth against the sting.

“Okay, I’m going to have to stitch up the wound and I don’t have any anesthetic. Whenever you’re ready.”

Roci pulled a cigarette from the box in his pocket and placed it carefully between his teeth. His hands shook slightly as he struck the lighter once, twice to no avail.

“Let me,” you said gently, offering your hand.

He placed the lighter carefully in your palm, his fingers brushing yours as he pulled his hand away. You suppressed a shiver.

He leaned forward, steadying the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger as you held the flame to the end until it glowed red. Smoke curled upward toward the ceiling as he took a long drag, eyes closing as the smoke filled his lungs. You wouldn’t normally allow him to smoke in your room, but you would make an exception for this occasion.

He looked to you and nodded, turning in the chair so you were once more face to face with the stab wound.

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

You made quick work of the sutures, tying off the last stitch just as the clock struck 2am. You wiped the last remnants of blood from the wound and leaned back to admire your work.

“Not bad if I do say so myself.”

Roci scribbled in his notepad. “THANKS DOC.”

You snorted. “I’m no doctor. Apparently, a seamstress was the closest Doffy could find. No matter. I do well in a pinch.”

You heard the scratching of a pen and looked up.

“I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. CAN I TRUST YOU?”

“Of course you can trust me. I haven’t told Doffy that you can actually talk, now, have I?”

He looked at you, shocked. He started scribbling furiously. “HOW DID YOU KNOW!?”

You looked at him pointedly. He smiled sheepishly and held up a finger to wait a moment.

You weren’t quite sure what he was doing, but it felt as if a thick, fluffy blanket was being wrapped around the room. You felt a strange pressure, as if you were underwater, and then suddenly it was gone, leaving behind an odd taste to the air.

“It should be safe to talk now,” he said and you realised it was your first time ever hearing his voice. You liked it, you decided. You wanted to hear more of it.

“A Devil Fruit user too? Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” You realised when you spoke that there was no echo. The effect was alien, unnerving.

“Sorry,” he said bluntly. “How did you know I could talk?”

“You know, I always suspected it, but… to think I was right all these years.” You stood up and slapped him suddenly on the arm—in jest, but perhaps harder than would be acceptable for jesting. “Why the hell did it take you so long to tell me, you dolt?”

“I didn’t know if I could trust you!”

“How many times have I treated your wounds? How many time have I saved your life?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, earnestly this time. “I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Damn right, you should have.” You sat down heavily in the loveseat across from him. “Any more secrets you’d like to share with me?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“It’s about Law.”

You leaned forward. “What about him?”

“I… I’ve grown rather fond of the boy.”

You blinked at him, incredulous. “He just stabbed you.”

“I know. But I don’t believe it was out of spite. He has no sense of self-preservation. He’s reckless. He thinks he can’t be saved so there’s no point in delaying the inevitable, you know?”

“You think he can be saved.” It wasn’t a question.

“I know he can, [Name]. Surely there’s a doctor out there somewhere who can—”

“And what if he doesn’t want to?”

Roci looked shocked. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Roci…” You paused, unsure how to continue. You shook your head, dispelling the dark thoughts. “Even if it were possible, what happens when you run out of time? What if… What if before you even find a cure, he…” You trailed off at the look of determination on his face. It was like nothing you had ever seen before.

“I’m going to save that boy, [Name]. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I won’t—I can’t—let him follow in my brother’s footsteps. I won’t have that boy become a monster!”

You both fell silent in the aftermath of his vow. What more could you even say? There was no use trying to convince him otherwise, you could see that now. You found his resolve admirable.

“[Name]?”

“Yes, Roci?”

He hesitated for a moment, then appeared to make up his mind. “I’m going to take him away from this place. Away from Doffy, away from all of it…” He leaned across the space between you and took your hand. Warm, brown eye searched yours, imploring. “Come with us.”

You were rendered speechless once again. “Roci…”

“Please.”

“He’ll kill me,” you said, barely loud enough to hear over the crackling fire. “He’ll kill all of us.”

“Do you really think your chances will be any better if you stay?”

“Yes.”

“But—”

“Here I can be of use. As long as I stay quiet and do my job, Doffy protects me. Call me a coward if you will, but I know if I leave, I’m as good as dead. Here, at least I have a fighting chance.”

The disappointment in Roci’s expression hurt you. Far more than any secrets he’d kept from you.

He swallowed. “If… if you stay… You know we’ll likely never meet again.”

“Not unless there’s an afterlife,” you joked, but there was no humour in it. Your words fell flat, striking just a little too true.

It seemed like an age before Roci spoke again. “If you change your mind…”

“I won’t.”

“But if you do,” he insisted. “Don’t leave it too late, okay?”

You squeezed his hand. “Okay.”

You sat in silence until the fire burned low and the morning sun crested the horizon in the distance. Neither of you knew it yet, but your fates—diverging faster now than ever—had been set in stone that night. Perhaps things would have been different if you’d only given him a different answer. Perhaps not.

That was one secret the universe would never tell.

[officialstrawhat]

The Rose of Dressrosa- Chapter 3

Hello! As always please enjoy the next chapter!

Also, I just started Whole Cake Island and O. M. G.!

Trafalgar D. Law x Fem!Reader

Chapter List

Summary:

After King Riku is dethroned, Doflamingo takes you under his wing and asks you to follow only one strict rule, "do not leave the palace alone". However, your sense of adventure is too great.

Law had only one thing in mind... Revenge. And you seemed like the best way to do that.

Warnings: Dark themes, manipulation, creepy doffy

Note: Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Word Count: 1.2K

Chapter 3

You entered the bookstore tugging the hood of your cloak as far forward as you could. Once the man at the front desk was unoccupied you walked over to him. 

“Hello. I just finished this book,” you set the brown leather back down on the counter. "This is volume two and only has tales of the South Blue and I was hoping to find the one about the Grand Line, you wouldn’t happen to have that one would you?"

“I can check.” He smiled kindly, pulling out the large inventory book. “No ma’am, sorry.” He said after a few minutes of flipping through thin pages. 

You purse your lips, “Do you know where I can find it ?” 

“May I?” He motioned to the book.

You gave him the book and he flipped to one of the last pages. “Just as I thought. Less than 100 copies were made of each. These books are so rare. Where'd you find this one?”

You opted not to tell him in the palace library but instead, “I used to read the one about the Grand Line when I was a kid. I was really hoping to find that one.”

“Well if you can't find that one there's always volumes one, three, and four out there somewhere” He told her, “You sure the one you used to read was about the Grand Line?”

“Yes. I’m positive.”

“Hmm..” the shopkeeper ran his finger on the inked words, “It says here there are only four books, covering only the East, West, North and South Blues. No Grand Line one. Sorry. We have other adventure stories in our myths and fairytale section. Feel free to browse.”   

“Thank you,” You told him feeling your heart sank. 

----

Since Doflamingo had taken ownership of Dressrosa, the Kingdom practically ran itself. Everyone in his family had their jobs and he heard no complaints so far. Thanks to his family's combined efforts he could sit in his luxurious office chair and stare out of his large window with no worry in the world. 

“Young Master,” a voice rang out in the silence.

“Monet.” Doffy greeted, not looking away from the window. “Report.”

“The money from the weapons deal has finally been transferred to our accounts, and it seems as though Caesar Clown has agreed to study devil fruits as well.”

“That all seems like wonderful news but I can tell there's something else on your mind.”

“Yes.”

“Out with it then.” 

“This concerns your Rose.”

“What about her?” Doffy's eyebrows furrowed. 

“I think you may be going too soft on her.”

“Do you?” He asked dangerously.

“She’s no longer a child bringing you flowers anymore.” She told him calmly, she paused waiting for a reaction. Monet knew she was walking a fine line. She understood Doffys reasoning behind bringing you into the family, but if you weren’t yielding results during training and you weren't assisting with family duties, what use were you. 

When Doffy said nothing she continued, “She's almost eighteen and she has been blatantly disobeying your orders. If this had been anyone else there would have been consequences. You cannot keep giving her special treatment. Especially since she's not really a part of this family.”  

That did it. The Warlord rose from his seat, “She is as much part of this family as you or I,” He told the green-haired woman seriously moving over to stand next to the large window with a panoramic view of the west side of the island, “My Rose serves a purpose in a different way. Besides, I've already spoken with her.” 

“Really? Then tell me, Young Master,” Monet moved over to stand beside him, “Where is your Rose right now?”

----

When you walk out of the bookstore you glance at the small clock tower. 

Shit…

 This was taking longer than you had initially thought it would. It may have just been by chance but you were thankful something caught your eye, in the crowd of people and toys, you spot Violet looking around the street. You weren't sure if she was looking for you or not but you were not going to stick around to find out.

Gulping, you enter a cantina whose entrance is in an alley, hoping this would shield you for a while at least until she leaves the area.

“What can I get ya?”  the bartender grunts as you sat on the stool.

“Uh-” You weren't much of a drinker, so you glanced at the dirty menu, “A sangria please.” he grunts again before walking away to make your drink. 

As he did, your mind wandered back to the book. Were there really only four volumes? And if these books were rare, how did your mother have a copy? 

You glance at a clock that was located above one of the risers that held all the glass bottles filled with alcohol and inwardly groaned. You were definitely going to be late to training now. Monet would tell Doffy, and Doffy would not be happy you knew that for sure. Pissing off Doffy was never on your to-do list but he could never stay mad at you for long. Right? 

The barman places the drink in front of you, “That’ll be seven berry.” 

Your eyes widened at the realization, “Oh, I don’t have any money.” 

The large man did not like this, “Then how did you expect to pay for this drink.” he seethed, “Oh I know. Planning on running up a tab, were ya. Hoping to cheat me!” 

“No-”

 “I’m calling the authorities.” 

“Look-”

“Here,” A tattooed hand puts down a large bill, “For her drink, and get me a bottle of whiskey.”

“Thanks,” you say guardedly. Not exactly loving the fact that some stranger had to come to your rescue.

“Don’t mention it.” The stranger sat on the stool next to you. It was at this time he got a better look at you, “You don't seem like the type to be at a place like this.” 

“First time for everything,” she said as the bartender brought the tattooed man his glass and a bottle. Looking at him more closely he didn't seem that much older than you. You looked at his hands again, this time actually analyzing his tattoos. Death, his knuckles read. 

“You don't seem like someone who's from Dressrosa.” You told him, raising your eyebrows.

“Just passing through.” He smirked, pouring the amber colored liquid into the glass  “I’m here on business.”

“Oh yeah, What do you do?” you sounded bored as you sipped your drink.

“I’m a ship's captain,” he stuck a hand out, “Law.” He used his real name. If Doffy didn’t like her out and about on her own, he was positive she would tell no one of their meeting. 

This peeked your interest and you shook his hand, “Y/N”. This man was from out of town, you felt safe knowing he would have no idea who you were. 

“Y/N,” Law repeated. “Nice to meet you.”

“So if you're a captain,” You say slowly, taking a sip of your drink, “does that mean you’ve actually sailed through the Grand Line?”

You tried not to sound too excited, but you couldn't help it. The thought of a life anywhere other than Dressrosa, it intrigued you.

“Most of it.” Law nodded, “Not many people can say that.” 

“Really?! Where have you been?” You didn’t even notice yourself leaning in closer to him. “How many Islands have you been to? Is it true there are Winter Islands? 

“Yeah, been to lots too. But I've never been here before.” he told you, before slyly adding, “Maybe you can show me around?”

He watches you smile and he smirks too. This was going to be easy.

Next Chapter

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[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 13: Just Do It

You give a small grunt as you are braced against the door. One of his hands is against the back of your thigh, pushing your body against his, his other arm between your back and the door, cushioning the impact of being shoved up against it. He adjusts quickly, cradling your head, and tangling his fingers through your hair, all while his tongue was deep in your mouth, stealing breath and thought from you.

The flurry of movement was immediate after the door had closed. You don't know where his shades are, but those intense brown eyes look into yours as the kiss breaks and you're both gasping for air. You don't have time to say anything, the rush of blood to your face and a lop-sided grin are all you offer as the kiss resumes.

Your fingers slip through his short hair, and a moan escapes you, sending its vibrations into the kiss. The hand tangled in your hair tugs, and greedy lips move from your mouth down to your throat. The gasps and shivers are involuntary, as you move your hands down from his hair and begin to clumsily undo the buttons on his shirt.

You had let him set the pace the first time, and while you had no illusions of taking control this time, you weren't going to be as passive. There was a grunt and you are moved away from the door, and when you are set on a table, you realize he hasn't brought you into the bedroom, you are in an office. A long meeting table stretches out behind you, the fuzzy shape of a desk beyond it.

"Focus on me, not the room." Comes the rumbled growl of the needy beast before you.

Placing you on the table has freed his hands, and your shoes are pulled off with practiced movements. You couldn't form any kind of response, as his hands and lips pulled moans and gasps out of you with alarming precision. You manage to undo enough buttons on his shirt to push the fabric aside allowing you to nip and kiss at his shoulders and collarbone in return. The slamming of a hand on the table was the signal that you had found a weak spot, and you couldn't stifle the knowing chuckle as you nipped again, just above his collarbone almost to his shoulder.

Your hands wander to his belt, and you begin to ineffectively fumble with it. It wasn't the usual loop with the pin through it, it was a solid-buckle design, and your brain wasn't up to the task. A strong tug from the hand buried in your hair pulls your head back and most of the rest of you, the buckle slipping from your fingers as you gasp in an unexpectedly pleasurable way.

You could see him taking a minute to compose himself, he was struggling to keep his cool, and so you help him out. Running your foot up the back of his thigh you pulled yourself up against him with a soft grunt, and rolled your hips against the bulge in his pants, teasing both of you. You more than him, as the heavy stitching of your jeans pushes back into your own sensitive body. You moan at the pleasure and are rewarded with a chuckle turned to growl as he untangles his hand from your hair.

He pulls your shirt up, wrapping the hem around your wrists and holding the whole bundle with one hand against the table. You were trapped by your own shirt, and you couldn't see anything. You gasp and wriggle as his warm tongue slides along your stomach, sucking and kissing – the sensation was stronger because you couldn't see or anticipate what was going to happen.

A rough tug pulls your bra up over your breasts and the rush of air and surprise of the movement causes you to squeak and moan. His calloused, warm hand teases the stiffening flesh of your nipple, and you bite your lip to try and hold in a moan.

"Don't," He demands, pushing a knee into the seam of your jeans, pushing the rough fabric deeper into your sensitive clit while leaning down and sucking the other nipple into his mouth. The rush of pleasure causes you to cry out and squirm underneath him, and his assault doesn't let up. Your arms twist, trying to break free of his grasp, and your moans and gasps grow louder.

"Dof-Hngh! I'm... gonna... cum!" You gasp, your body still trying to run away from the building pleasure despite your desire. "If you keep d-d-doing that, I'mma," you whimper as your body starts to tense.

"Say it," He growls around your nipple, "say you're cumming when you do."

Your hips seem to move on their own, rubbing against his knee, pushing the seam deeper, shifting the fabric over your soaking wet clit. Your toes curl and your legs tense and you're pulling in every last gasp of air you can.

"I-I'm, c-c-omin-ah, HNNNGH," Your gasps turn into a deep grunt as the orgasm starts to tear through you, a split second later Doflamingo pinches your nipple, and bites the other, sending sharp and delicious pain through you alongside the pleasure. The pain-laced pleasurable cry that escapes you is for the god above you and no one else.

Your body shivers, drowning in sensations as he releases your wrists and pulls the shirt the rest of the way off. You look at him from under hooded eyes, your face and chest red from the rush of blood and exertion. Your arms are still over your head because you don't have the brain or energy to move them.

The slow lick of his lips is enough to send a delicious shudder through you. His eyes seem to glow like a predator's, and you almost jump at the sound of the solid belt buckle clicking against the table. He leans forward and kisses you gently, but even the tender touch is enough to pull a soft whimper from you. Large, hot hands slip down your torso and slowly undo your jeans.

How he manages to move so insufferably slow at the times you want him to just take you is a terrible skill. Needy, airy moans slip past your lips as his soft kisses trail along your jaw to your ear lobe.

"How's my impatient little kitten?" He purrs into your ear as the zipper of your pants seems to click one tooth at a time.

Your gasps break into a weak chuckle. "Some-somewhere between torture and divinity." You reply, hazily remembering the words from his message.

"Perfect." Sweet lips sucked and nipped your skin, from the curve of your neck, down between your breasts, down to your stomach as he pulls your jeans and panties off slowly, kissing your skin as he continues. It was a terrible mix of pleasure and tickling, and your legs twitched and shifted in response.

Warm hands wrapped around either leg, massaging as the kisses started to ascend back up toward your thighs. As he moves up your legs, eliciting strained grunts from you as he finds sensitive and ticklish spots on your legs you didn't know existed, you're aware he is spreading your legs further and further apart.

"Haa, haa, w-wait, what're you... gonna do?" A long lick up the inside of your thigh was the only response. You couldn't form words, gasping and moaning at the sensation as his tongue trailed up and along the line where your leg connected to your torso. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your back arched. You swore as he sucked the skin into his mouth. You knew erogenous zones could be anywhere, but it was still such an unexpected teasing sensation.

You were just beginning to relax when his fingers spread you open and his warm mouth sucked on your clit. Pleasure ripped through you, tensing your entire body, and forcing a strangled surprised cry out of you. Your reaction didn't slow him down or break his concentration, he hums his appreciation into your body and your whole being curls.

Your hands find stability by holding onto his head, fingers flexing and nails moving through his hair. Your legs spread further with a need and desire all their own. Your words were in opposition to your movements, but the growing pleasure was almost terrifying.

"Doffy! Too much!" You gasp, begging him to stop with your words, while your traitorous hands  push him deeper. "It's too much, I'm gonna-!"

Your begging was summarily ignored, and two thick fingers plunge deep into your cunt as he sucks hard on the sensitive and abused bundle of nerves. Your fingers clutch his hair roughly, your legs opening wider than you knew they could, and you screamed. You screamed pleasure into the meeting room as your whole body shuddered. You could feel tears in your eyes as the sensation began to overwhelm you.

Doflamingo stands and wipes your pleasure from his mouth, keeping his eyes on you. Your body sinks into the table, and your legs dangled weakly without support, you're breathing heavy, but despite your exhaustion there was still desire in your eyes. He leans forward and kisses you gently, and you could feel his rock-hard need pressing against your inner thigh.

"I planned to push all that I owed you into your body, but if I push much more you may pass out on me, kitten." He kisses you again a little more deeply. "I insist that you're awake for everything I want to do to you."

You smile, a little lost in the afterglow, "You're a dangerous man." You admit, running your fingers along the side of his face.

"More so after meeting you," He purrs in response.

Strong hands lift you off the table, and you nuzzle into his chest as he cradles you. His bedroom wasn't far from the meeting room – which didn't surprise you, he seemed to be efficient like that. He grabs a large fur coat and lays it overtop a thick rug on the floor, in front of a lit fireplace you hadn't consciously noticed your first time in his room. Laying you down onto the fluffy pink coat he begins to kiss you lightly in random places, running his hands over your limbs gently.

He pulls water from somewhere, and you had to admit this man's ability to plan was impressive. Taking a few gulps himself, he lifts you up enough make it easier for you to drink as well. You start to reach for the bottle when he pulls it back, pouring a bit into his own mouth and then leaning down. You grin before accepting the proffered drink, and between the long kisses that followed each drink you felt your head clearing and your strength returning.

At least enough for you to continue. You weren't going to be running any marathons any time soon.

He lays you back into the fluffy furs, the fire light seeming to shiver in anticipation along with you. He kisses your ankle before positioning the both of you better, pushing his girth against you, running it along your soaked lips. Your hips shift, pushing back into him and you gasp as he starts to enter you.

"Mmm, impatient, indeed." He grins pushing a little deeper before pulling back out. "How long until you're begging me, kitten?"

Not long, it would not take long at all.

He fills you up with one smooth motion somewhere between slow and swift and it sent jolts through your body. Your fists grips the fluffy coat underneath you and your hips twist against him.

"Please, Doffy," you whimper, moving your hips the best you could as he stayed still and leered down at you. Your face was red from the look he was giving you. "Please, fill me up – until you've sated your hunger."

"As you wish, my love." His voice was a rumble you could feel between your thighs.

At first you were able to return his rhythmic movements, causing him to hit deeper than before. It was almost too deep, and there was a strange pain you weren't too fond of, that started to override the pleasure, so you decided to leave it up to him, reaching out for him instead. Dragging your fingers and nails over his thighs, stretching out to caress his abs, letting your hands wander over the beast before you.

The fur of the coat tickles you as the building pleasure set your nerves on edge, making every little sensation feel that much more defined. He leans forward, holding himself up with one arm while holding your hips in his other hand. His pace quickens, and your arms wrap around his neck. You pull him closer, nipping lightly at his lips and running your tongue across them before leaning back.

The growl was your only warning as he attacks your neck. Heavy pressure and aggressive teeth were pain, pleasure, and surprise, and the new angle was causing him to rub against your clit with the rhythm of his thrusts. Your hands scramble to find purchase on his back, your nails digging along his shoulders as gasping whines escaped you with his movements.

You weren't sure if you were getting the air forced out of you, or if you were simply too deep in pleasure to breathe correctly. You weren't sure how long you could handle this pace, but just as you were feeling yourself getting lightheaded alongside the growing orgasm between your thighs, his thrusts became erratic. The rough, deep thrusts that brought him to orgasm pushed you over the edge, and when he notices he starts rolling his thumb over your clit, causing you to cum harder in the middle of it.

"Doffy!" You cry, reaching for him as the pleasure surges. He licks his lips and pushes his hips into you reaching out his free hand for you to grab onto it as you rode out the prolonged orgasm.

As he pulls out, you whimper, and he raises an eyebrow as he discards the condom you hadn't even seen him put on. "That's quite the sound to make, my dear."

You cover your face. "It just feels so empty when you pull out that it... it is what it is, I guess." You roll onto your side, facing the fire, embarrassed.

After a moment, Doflamingo lays down behind you, the warmth of his body replacing the fleeting empty sensation. His hand runs down your arm to your hip a few times, caressing your body. It was comforting and gentle, and it gave your heart an odd twinge of pain you weren't expecting.

"I don't dislike making you blush," he admits, "but that's nothing to be embarrassed about."

You smile and snuggle into him, letting out a comfortable sigh. "You mitigated the risks splendidly." You tease. "Had the fire rolling, water nearby," you looked up at him with a sly grin. "Mr. Donquixote, I do believe you pre-planned having your fill of me."

"Perhaps," He leans down and kisses your forehead, accepting your teasing, "but I've not yet had my fill, miss (Y/N)."

I hope you never do, you almost said out loud. I hope you crave me for innumerable days.

"Something on your mind?"

You nod, "Yes, but nothing I'm ready to vocalize yet."

"If it's good news then I will savor the anticipation." He kisses your shoulder, and you felt heat welling up in both of you again.

"What if it's bad news?" You question, even as you wriggle against him, teasing his steadily hardening flesh.

"Then may it never pass your lips, my dear."

You smile, unable to suppress the happy shiver that ran through your body. You sit up and stretch, still maintaining some physical contact with him. "Honestly? I don't know if it's good or bad. I don't suppose I will know until I'm ready." You admit, staring into the fire and letting it burn the worries from your mind.

"That is a truth for a great many more things than people realize." He assures you, rolling onto his back and lacing his arms behind his head.

You smile and turn toward him, seeing him in this new position with the fire light playing on his skin. Your face goes red with the jumble of thoughts that race through your mind. You hear him chuckle in response.

"I appreciate your appreciation of me," He says, but even in the fire light you could see the pink on his face.

It was your turn to lick your lips. You didn't have the strength left to get on top of him, not at this point at least, but you could still give him pleasure like he had for you earlier. You pull your hair away from your face and move before you lose your nerve. Leaning your hips against his, you lean over his thighs.

This puts your back to him, but you weren't quite ready to face someone while sucking them off.

"(Y/N), you don't have to-hngh!" You grin internally. He must've expected you to start with your hands, so wrapping your lips around his cock and sucking caught him off guard. Gods, you would do all sorts of things in order to get him to make sounds like that again.

You'd never done anything like this before, so you did use your hand near the base, sucking and licking the tip as best as you could manage. His breath was coming in heavy husky waves, and if you had looked you would've seen him putting an arm over his eyes, gripping the furry coat tightly.

His hips twitch upward, wanting to go deeper, but he was doing well to restrain himself. You decide not to help, and take as much of him into your mouth as you can, getting pretty far before your throat twitches from the intrusion. The plunge and involuntary shudder causes his whole body to tense as he sucks in a breath.

You were beginning to understand why he seemed to enjoy giving you pleasure almost more than receiving it – hearing him make such sounds was incredibly hot, especially knowing it was your fault.

You squeeze the base of his dick, massaging it as you keep sucking as much as you can, pushing your tongue against his flesh and paying attention to his twitches and when he makes involuntary noises, in order to repeat the movements that had caused such reactions.

After a few minutes you were a bit worried you weren't doing well enough because he didn't seem to be reaching his climax. But a minute longer and you heard him practically hiss.

"(Y/N)... I'm..."

You kept at it, responding with a hummed, "Mm-hm." While he was still in your mouth.

That was apparently the right move. You heard him mutter the first swear you think you ever heard from him, and with a hissed fuck, slipping through grit teeth his hips bucked up, shoving his cock deep and unloading everything down the back of your throat.

You swallow against him, sucking slowly and feeling him shiver under you, before giving the tip one last lick and looking over your shoulder at him with devious eyes.

He was breathing heavy, and seemingly at a loss for words. You shift enough to lay your head against his chest, listening to his heart thunder in his chest. He lays one hand on your hip and the other trails through your hair.

"Didn't mitigate for that, didja?"

He laughs, a full – if not tired – laugh and meets your gaze. "No, my dear, I did not. Though, discovering you have a talent for such things isn't something I would classify as a risk."

There was a pause, as you both just stayed there and enjoyed the presence of each other's company. After a few long minutes, Doflamingo broke the silence.

"I suppose I didn't ask earlier how your day had gone."

You laugh, hiding your face in his chest for a moment before looking back up at him. "I can't seem to recall anything from before you pushed me against the door."