#physics of donquixote doflamingo

[physics-of-one-piece]

Doflamingo's Day Trip to Punk Hazard

Clear the way. The King of Dressrosa is leaving the royal palace in a flair of absolute style for urgent business on Punk Hazard.

Better hold onto his coat for dear life, because this man is FAST. I recommend wrapping your arms around his neck, I would not trust that coat regardless of how it sticks to him. His arms aren’t in his sleeves, that is a death game I do not want to play. So, arms around his neck. Take a nice little inhale of his royal cologne probably worth more than your civilian life if you’re feeling brave. Maybe nuzzle into him, get comfy, you know. It’s gonna be a trip. You won't have the time to breathe. At least the view will be nice, both at the sea and the... Pilot.

Okay. Ready? (Dear God, look at the size of his shadow, holy hell)

Go!

AND HE’S OFF!

Welcome to Doffy's Physics Lab. Let’s calculate how fast Doflamingo flew from Dressrosa to Punk Hazard.

Things to note:

1) The One Piece world is much bigger than Earth. It’s not possible to calculate how big it is. 100 times big is too big, two times big is too small, but Oda put the bottom of the sea at 10km, which is the same as the depth of the Earth’s sea. See the confusion?

2) Law slowed him down by giving him the ultimatum and taking Buffalo & Baby 5 hostage and no clouds.

First, we need the distance.

We can calculate the distance from Punk Hazard to Dressrosa using the SAD tanker. It’s mentioned in the manga it takes a day to reach Dressrosa by ship from Punk Hazard, so that’s 24 hours. A cargo ship goes 25 knots per hour. 

nautical miles = 25 knots • 24 hours

= 600 nautical miles

We need to turn them into kilometers. 

1 nautical mile = 1.852 kilometers

kilometers = 600 • 1.852 kilometers = 1111,2 km ~ 1111 km

Keep in mind, the One Piece world is bigger than ours. This can be considered a short distance for them, but long distance for us. For real life example, London and Berlin are 1,100 km away from each other. The flight takes 1 hour 40 minutes by plane.

Next, we need time. Some people will hate that I use anime time, but for Punk Hazard, it isn't that big of a stretch to use it as a guide. Also, the fact the Straw Hats had a party and ate makes me think there was no way they were at the coast for a full hour before setting sail. Nuh-uh. They'd be sliced if they had stayed that long. But I'm also aware real-time probably happened faster such as a fight, so we're gonna cut the time of the ep where Nami & Usopp beat Baby 5 & Buffalo in half.

Doflamingo set off to Dressrosa at Ep 620, landed on PH in Ep 624. If we go and calculate when he made it to Punk Hazard by making it 18 minutes for each ep (counting 11 mins of 624, half-cutting 621, and counting only last minute of 620), it would be under an hour. That’s already awesome. He’s one of the fastest fliers in the series.

Let’s first focus on those 2 last minutes of Episode 620. 

At 21:25, he leaves the royal palace. At 22:23, he is already over the sea. That’s 58 seconds it takes him to cross over Dressrosa. Thankfully, the fandom did the size of Dressrosa already. 

The diameter of Dressrosa is 50 kilometers. The area is 1,960km². 

That is not even the size of Madrid (Madrid is smaller). So, he’d fly across Madrid like NOTHING.

To put Dressrosa as a comparison with the real world, it is the size of Kuiu, an island in Alaska in United States.

Here it is. It’s a shame Kuiu is so thin, but the length isn’t a bad thing to have. That’s what we need. Length.

Okay, the royal palace is at the center of Dressrosa. That means we go 50÷2 to get the radius.

That’s 25 km. Not meters. Kilometers. 

Okay, so, I mentioned Madrid. Do you all want to know the  area and diameter of Madrid, the capital of Spain, the biggest city in Spain? 

😁😁

It’s 606 km². The diameter is 27 km. The radius is 13.5 km. He’d cross all over Madrid within 30 seconds maybe.

🙂🙂

(Screams)

Haha. Ha. 

If anyone wants to know, Dressrosa is, thankfully, NOT bigger than Spain. Spain is 500 times bigger than Dressrosa. 

All right, let’s calculate how fast Doflamingo is moving to get from Dressrosa and already be out at sea within 58 seconds. We’ll add about a kilometer so the sea is the only thing beneath him as shown in the anime.

We’re using the simplest formula here.

speed = distance/time

We’ll put distance into meters because we have seconds here, not hours.

26 km = 26,000 m

speed = 26,000 m/58 seconds

speed = 448,27 m/s (1470 feet/s)

Let’s convert it to km/h

448,27 m/s • 3.6 = 1614 km/h (1002 mph)

Hahaha, holy FUCKING SHIT. That's jet speed.

I TOLD YOU, HANG ONTO THAT COAT FOR DEAR LIFE, I TOLD YOU.

Dressrosa to Sea = 1614 km/h (1002 mph)

Okay, he broke the sound barrier. If anyone wants to know, you break the sound barrier after your speed passes 1239 km/h (770 mph).

He covers 26 km within 58 seconds at 1614 km/h speed. He covers 448 meters per second. He is moving at jet speed here.

Okay, now comes the Sea to Punk Hazard. Doflamingo has cleared 26 km of the 1111 km so that leaves him with 1085 km to cross.

Here are the minutes. We now won’t count the 2 minutes from 620 because he passed that area.

9(split in half bcs of the fight)+18+18+11= 56 minutes

speed = distance/time = d/t

Speed = 1085 km/0.933 h

Doflamingo’s Speed = 1162 km/h (722 mph)

And there we go, he was flying at 1162 km/h.

Not breaking the sound barrier but it makes sense by what the anime showed.

One thing to note is this includes him saving Buffalo & Baby 5 at a point where Law made sure behind where they came from there are no clouds for Doflamingo to use. He loses about 4 minutes with Law blackmailing him and then he has to take a detour which takes him 11 minutes. We can’t know whether the Straw Hats talking at the Sunny was happening at the same time as Doflamingo landing at Punk Hazard, so we’ll give him those 11 minutes because there are no clouds.

That’s 15 minutes he loses, which makes it 41 minutes. Without Law interfering and the clouds not being there, he would have arrived at Punk Hazard within 41 minutes.

So let’s calculate that.

41 minutes= 0.683 hours

1085 km/0.683h

His full speed without being slowed down by his adopted nephew blackmailing him and kidnapping his scientist to destroy his entire business would then be:

Full Speed (without being slowed down) = 1588 km/h (987 mph)

That's 441 meters per second. That’s four soccer fields he crosses within a second.

Damn. And that’s his casual speed. Broke the sound barrier again.

He is faster than a plane, planes go 600-800 km/h. 

To put into perspective just how fast he is even at that speed, a car takes 10 hrs at the distance (From Berlin to Slovenia) of 1,090km. He literally crosses the length of entire Europe within 56 minutes based on anime time. And that’s him slowed down, according to anime time. The fastest flight from Berlin to Slovenia (1,091km distance) takes 3 hours by plane.

When he found Buffalo & Baby 5, they were away from Punk Hazard. This is important cus he got angry then. That means he SPED up.

So, now we have his descent speed to cover. You know, when he lands like a boss. Yeah, that.

Doflamingo’s Descent Speed

Okay, Doflamingo wears bright colours (white, pink, vermillion) the dominant colours are white and pink. From the front, you’d see about 40% of white and 60% of pink bcs of the way his coat hangs on his shoulders, it makes him look even bigger when he is big enough already like dear God, this man gave me heart attacks 90% of the time.

Why are his clothes important? Because of the sunlight reflecting off his clothes, therefore creating the reflection that causes the marines to see him as a spark, like a star in the daylight. The brighter the clothes, the more reflection which has a possibility of creating the spark in the sky (again, the sparks in the sky are caused by the object shining or you know, being ON FIRE bcs it’s falling down the atmosphere)

We’ll put his magnitude to +10. Humans can see the faintest star when its magnitude is +6. The more negative the magnitude, the brighter sth is. The Sun has the magnitude of -26. Magnitude isn’t important, though, except…

This means we can only see him coming when it’s too late. The anime showed this as a star gleam which I understand, to show just how FAST he is coming. They showed it in daylight, daylight has apparent magnitude of -26. This is a known thing, but when you see something like that, where there is that bright of a spark in the sky and next second it lands in front of you… its speed is 360,000 km/h. He is the only warlord you can see coming at you BECAUSE he wears bright clothes. Is that good or bad? Who knows. 

Doflamingo seems to first be flying at 20ish degrees downward toward the shore, but in the last moment (ten meter from the ground or less) he makes his approach a full horizontal one, because he whooshes past the marines in a full horizontal, linear direction and then does that epic landing.

For now we’ll focus on the descent speed, which includes his linear speed when he whooshes past the marines (in the anime when he whooshes past them he is not visible to them, he leaves blurs). 

I don’t want to fuck with curves. There’ll be tangents and there’s no need for them. I don’t think his strings even let him make a curved downward descent? He can do curves turns, but I don’t think he can do descents? It’s up for debate.

Okay, so let’s say Doflamingo is about 100 meters high in the sky. He reaches the ground within 0.05 seconds in the anime. Not even 1 full second, oh boy, fluffy man is FAST, GODDAMN. My eyes just bulged out of my head. Okay. Props to the anime team, that is a great show of his speed right there by making it last such a short time. 

Also, they never see him completely until he lands. We, the viewer see him, which means he is at maximum 4.8 km away (this is how far the human eye can see).

That means Doflamingo passes 4.8 km within 0.05 seconds.

I’m scared to calculate this, to be honest. This will be… this will be fast.

Let’s convert kilometers into meters to make our life easier. We get m/s and then we’ll convert them to km/h.

Buckle up. Keep a death grip on those feathers. Doflamingo hasn’t landed yet.

4.8 • 1000 = 4800 meters

descent speed = 4800 m/ 0.05 s

Descent speed (m/s)= 96 000 m/s (314 960 feet/s)

And into kilometers

Descent speed = 356,600 km/h (221 580 mph)

O.O

Holy fuck.

Yeah, crazy fast. You know, it makes sense now why G2 Luffy (who we’ll put moves at 2,400 km/h based on jet speed) was nothing in terms of speed. Damn.

Okay, so… this speed has not been achieved by any atmospheric or orbital aircraft, so I genuinely have nothing to compare it to. This is the velocity of objects in deep space like gravitational slingshots.

Okay, let’s put it into Machs. Fastest Mach we know of is Mach 30. Okay.

Formula is:

Mach number = speed of the object/speed of sound

Speed of sound is 343 m/s.

Mach number = 96 000/342

Mach number= 279.3 Mach

Doflamingo’s descent speed is Mach 279.3

No wonder he’s a blur. No wonder they only see him as a fckn spark in the sky. 

He didn't simply break the sound barrier here, he left the sound barrier at the bottom of the sea.

And he’s landed.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting off this 3 meter ride. Yep. Hopping down. It was fun. The coat is really soft.

Thank you for the ride, Doffy. Please go 50 km/h next time.

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[fanaticsnail]

The Doffy undies makes me think... How would Doflamingo react to Reader wearing them? Look they look unisex to me? Anything can be unisex. I got my fav bomber jacket from the men's section. 🤣

He'd probably be so smug about it "yeah, property of Donquixote Doflamingo right there, see, it has my NAME on it" and touch Reader's bum and caress his own face on the undies 🤣🤣🤣

He'd get in the mood very quickly, I think. He'd whisk you away to have a nice proper look at the undies. And take them off, of course 😳

Pretty sure he has a few pairs of them for himself, haha.

Doffy approves! 👍🏻🦩🩷

- @physics-of-one-piece

Doflamingo Undergarments

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Word Count: mini-fic, just a small one

Warnings: Doflamingo x gn!reader, suggestive content, NSFW, 18+, smut, MDNI, Doflamingo is a narcissist, no established relationship, friendship yes, lord x subordinate, boss Doflamingo x employee reader

When Doflamingo walks in on you changing into your attire for your daily duties, he wasn't sure what to expect. While he was not accustomed to knocking before entering in and out of your chambers, he was seriously reconsidering this behaviour now.

You, his administrative assistant, wearing naught but a pair of short undergarments with his face plastered over the crotch and ass.

"Young master!" you gasp in shock, covering your exposed skin while attempting to hide your ass from his eyes, "You should really learn to knock-!"

"-If you wanted my face on your ass so bad," his shuddered whisper holds an edge in its baritone as he clicks the door locked behind you. In a few possessive strides, he is at your side and dropping to a low perch in front of your much smaller frame, "All you had to do was ask."

A possessive wave christened him, his own heart flooding with adrenaline as he began to kiss his own lips shrouding your crotch, humming at the ridiculousness of it all. When he feels a damp patch of your arousal marking the material, he couldn't help but chuckle into your body and shoot vibrations through you with the depths of his rumble.

Taking one more eyeful of his own smile reflected back onto him from the material, he was careful as he hooked his thumbs over the edge and slowly pulled them from your hips to your ankles.

"Let me show you how the real thing is so much better than this."

That's how I can see this absolute narcissistic red-flag of a man reacting to his face on your underwear.

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[unemployedemployee]

This is where i post from. Btw. If u even care.

[mythicalcrumb]

sure doflamingo is a very bad person doing awful things like kidnapping and abducting children, but the very honest only reason i hate him so much is his pants. un putain de pantacourt. it's an abomination and an insult to fashion.

[kaivenom]

Hii, may I ask One piece dilf first reaction to having a wet dream about you? If it's not a problem could you include Benn Beckamn in this one?

Thanks

OP Dilfs reaction to having a wet dream about you

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks, Benn Beckman

A/N: this is pre-relationship.

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Dracule Mihawk

He is perplexed, how can he have so little control over himself?

He refuses to jerk off but somehow he still rubs himself a little to feel some relief, and that makes him feel even more like an animal.

All day he feels like he is on a cloud, and if he has a sichibukai meeting, everyone notices it.

It's like he is there but his mind is somewhere else... obviously nobody know but his mind is on his dream about pounding you so hard that he could split your cunt open with your legs over his shoulders.

Worse if you are on the meeting, cause his gaze would accidentally follow you.

Donquixote Doflamingo

He wakes up with a moan that turns into a laugh.

He feels like the most mischiveous bastard ever and he is enjoying it.

He jerks off himself and gets thru the day as ussual, but everyone notices just how he is more smiley and flirtatious.

He keeps himself close to you all day, with a little to much physical contact.

You just think he is doing jokes on you, that today is the day that you have to put up with him and his temper.

But in reality he is trying to make you see how much he wants you, he tries to make you notice his boner and in some delusional way express affection towards you.

Sr. Crocodile

He is in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

He doesn't do anything about the boner and expects it to go soft with time.

He tries to keep his day as normal as he could but the images of you are just getting back.

He sees you on the office and inmediatly fantasize about you riding him on the office chair.

There is a period of time in his office when he is just looking at the ceiling and imagine you entering and getting on the desk ready for him.

That's why he hates dreaming about you, cause then the desire and the longing is to much to handle.

Smoker

He goes to the shower and tries to forget it, but he couldn't forget and his dick is going up and down all day.

He becomes really clumsy all day, to the point were even his subordinates tell him to stay on his chambers/office.

Very conveniently, he gets the clumsier when you are around.

Tripping over his feet, hitting his face against a door or wall, falling due to not seeing the final step on the stair, and more.

He ends up getting on the nursery and rest there a couple of hours.

Then he couldn't help it anymore and starts to slowly and painfully stroke himself, feeling a little guilty but also full of lust.

Akagami Shanks

He jerks off and then tries to rub it off by being the most comical men in the world.

You don't even know what happened but you can just confirm that Shanks will be glued to you all day and he would be all his comedian ass for the day.

Thru the day Shanks try to bury the memory of your ass from behind taking him in four by making new memories more impactful.

But he isn't really good at it cause his intentions show up unconsciously.

Awkard flirting and sexy jokes all day that are little hints.

Benn Beckmann

He smokes more than ussual.

He is so stunned and bervous about the dream that he needs to lit a cigarrette up just to calm his nerves.

He sees you and he tries to ignore you but at the same time he salivates for you, a little to obvious.

He checks you out all day, everywhere and even more when you are talking to another person.

You try to get close to him for anything and he is just standing there completely still.

You assume is just a bad mood day for him, but he is trying to hide his boner from you and trying not to take you on his lap.

[luffington]

hello!! 🩷 may i request a doflamingo and corazon x fem!reader (nsfw)? these brothers are very much different from one another so i feel like corazon would always scold doffy for being mean to y/n lol. but somehow corazon himself also has a nasty streak in him when he's fucking her and doffy knows it

✧.* art credit!

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader x donquixote rosinante (corazon)

➤ word count: 1.7k

➤ warnings: threesome, oral (m receiving), choking, bondage, degradation, creampie, corazon is mute, she/her for reader

nothing physical happens between doffy and cora but doffy is still a freak so read at your own risk!

ugHHHH the concept ever!!!! i think about this so much more than i should.... there's no way cora's a 100% pure virtuous angel boy he's gotta have some very repressed darkness in him

i briefly threw this in but i LOVE the idea of doffy being weirdly possessive of the name rosinante and who gets to call him that. their dynamic is sooooo interesting but we'll never see more of it thanks oda >:(

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

The Donquixote brothers didn’t want to look like each other. But stripped bare and shadowed in dim bedroom light, the similarities were uncanny.

Soft blonde hair ruffled by your fingers and slicked back from sweat. Long and lanky limbs, big hands that felt calloused when they ran across your naked skin. Perfectly sculpted bodies littered with decades worth of scars. You had only seen the older brother without sunglasses one time, and their strikingly beautiful eyes side by side made your breath catch in your throat. 

This bizarre situation began many months ago, not long after you joined the Donquixote Family. At first, you could easily figure out which brother was touching you – the soft kisses of a gentle giant or the fangs of a hungry beast. Doflamingo had actually blindfolded you once for that exact purpose with the promise of rewarding you if you got every answer correct. And you did. But you hated not being able to see Corazon, and hated how much Doflamingo enjoyed taking away his brother’s only form of communication.

Now, it was harder to tell them apart.

Strings wrapped around your waist, your thighs, your tits. Kept your hands tightly bound behind your back. Doflamingo had you speared on his cock and bounced you up and down with marionette motions like an actual puppet. His massive length stretched your insides delightfully and kissed the tip of your cervix with every thrust. He intentionally positioned your back to his chest so you could look at his brother, sitting cross-legged in front of you near the edge of the bed. Corazon’s gaze lingered on your debauched expression and the way your soft flesh bulged around Doflamingo’s too-tight strings. Jaw hanging slack as he stroked off his own dick, long and veiny and already beginning to leak precum. 

The younger’s face paint was almost completely smeared off – streaks of maroon coated your mouth like badly applied lipstick and littered your inner thighs. Practically indistinguishable from the red lines inflicted by Doflamingo’s strings. 

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Doflamingo purred. His brother nodded immediately as if in a trance. “What a pretty little toy.”

Corazon didn’t like that term. He would never treat you like an object the way his brother did – he cherished you as he believed any partner should be. But he couldn’t deny how the thought of using you for his own pleasure made his cock twitch, especially since you enjoyed it. You were so pliant and willing for him, for both of them. 

Satisfied by the younger’s response, Doflamingo wrapped a large hand around your throat, his long fingers digging into the delicate skin. You coughed and sputtered as your airway was slowly cut off. Corazon immediately stopped jerking off to grab the pen and notepad next to him, quickly scribbling ‘Too rough!!!’ in his messy handwriting and angrily holding it in front of his brother. 

The older man chuckled, but released your neck and stroked over his fingerprint marks in mock kindness. 

You leaned forward to kiss Corazon, who clumsily knocked his nose against yours in his haste to reciprocate. It was truly baffling how one brother could make your heart melt with fondness while the other rearranged your guts. Corazon kissed you languidly, content to take his time and savor the feeling of your tongues swirling together.

“You taste like cigarettes,” you giggled. He always did, but the taste was especially fresh and potent, making your head spin pleasantly. 

Corazon frowned and signed ‘I’m sorry’. 

“Don’t apologize, I like it. It tastes like you.” He grinned in response. Corazon was actually just beginning to learn sign language, since he hadn’t needed it before his current mission, and you took the time to learn to communicate with him. It made his heart swell with love.

Doflamingo frowned at the tender moment and abruptly pushed your head into his brother’s lap. “Well, don’t just fucking stare at him. Be a good slut and suck Rosi off.”

Rosinante. What a beautiful name. You wished you were always allowed to use it, not just when you were alone with him. Doflamingo would break your legs if he heard you utter the sacred name which only true Donquixotes were permitted to say.

Corazon gave his brother another dirty glare, but covered his mouth and fought to hold back a moan when you kitten-licked the base of his cock, suckling on his balls delicately. He wished his soundproofing abilities came with a control panel – it was nearly impossible for him to stay silent with your perfect mouth on him, but he needed to hear your sweet moans as you lapped at his dick. 

Your head jerked back suddenly in time with a twitch of Doflamingo’s fingers. “Pathetic whore can’t follow directions? I said suck.” He forced your head down again without giving you time to open your mouth. Your string-controlled movements made you awkwardly rub your cheek against the head of Corazon’s cock, smearing precum on your skin. 

The younger immediately started scribbling another angry note. But then you ran your tongue along the part of his length you could reach and he dropped his notepad, too consumed by pleasure to finish his thought. 

You finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, causing Corazon to let out a shaky sigh. “Better, right?” Doflamingo smiled sadistically, pushing your head further down his brother’s dick. The older blonde fucked you deep and slow, making you feel every vein and ridge of his cock as you rose just to harshly slam you down to the base. 

One of Corazon’s hands rested on the back of your head as you bobbed up and down. He watched with hooded eyes as you slurped along his cock, little bits of drool running past your lips and dripping down to his balls. You were so close to fitting his entire length in your throat – a truly impressive feat – and you pushed yourself a bit farther than you could handle. When your throat constricted in protest, Corazon couldn’t help but hold you down and throw his head back with parted lips. Your gag reflex immediately kicked in and you choked around his cock, lungs desperately seeking air but his hand stayed locked in place. You looked up at him pleadingly and found a sense of twisted wonder in his eyes. His lips quirked into a fascinated smile as he wiped away a drop of moisture spilling from your eye. 

When your moans became louder and more insistent, Corazon let you go. You pulled off of his dick, sputtering and gasping for air, chin coated in your own saliva. It took him a moment to snap back to reality and realize that the wetness he felt was a teardrop. 

‘Are you okay?’ He signed in a panic, followed by frantic gestures of, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–’

“Don’t worry. I’m okay.” You reassured him with a smile as he apologetically wiped away any remaining traces of tears. “You liked it, right? Making me gag?”

Corazon looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and irredeemably dirty.

Doflamingo cackled, stilling his movements with his cock buried deep inside you. “Did you just apologize for getting good head? Oh, poor little Rosi.”

The younger flipped to a blank page and wrote ‘Choking isn’t good’. Almost as a reminder to himself.

“It is under the right circumstances,” his brother replied coolly.

You rolled your eyes – their extremely different concepts of morality sometimes gave you a headache. Turning back to glare at the older blonde, you retorted, “You’re talking about consent. Consensual choking is fine.” 

“Oh, right. Forgot the word.” Doflamingo teased. His puppet strings pulled you upright, away from Corazon’s pretty pink dick which was clearly close to cumming. He would never turn his precious little brother into a plaything with his abilities – he wasn’t a complete degenerate. So Doflamingo kindly opted to grab a handful of Corazon’s hair and yank his head against your chest. “Play with her tits. You can fuck her when I’m done.”

Your breasts bounced as Doflamingo sped up his movements, squished together and emphasized by the nearly invisible strings wrapped around them. Corazon licked his lips hungrily before wrapping them around a nipple and loudly sucking. You whined as his tongue swirled around the bud, rolling your other nipple gently between his fingers. Doflamingo wrapped his hand around your neck again, but this time, he didn’t apply any pressure. He left it there as a constant presence – a reminder for you and an example for his brother.

“So fucking close,” he grunted, bouncing you faster and harder. “Gonna cum inside. Rosi, you okay with sloppy seconds?” Corazon knew it was a rhetorical question, but he would never tear himself away from your breasts to answer, anyways. The older shoved his hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit until both of you reached your peak, crying out in utter bliss. 

Doflamingo held you flush against his hips as he came, hot sticky spurts of semen flooding your insides as he whispered his fucked up version of sweet nothings in your ear – “such a perfect dirty whore, taking every drop of my cum like the cocksleeve you are”. Corazon eagerly watched your face contort with pleasure as he continued to suckle on your nipple. His own cock ached, but he didn’t risk touching it. Cumming inside you, seeing you make that blissful expression for him, outweighed his urgent desire. 

Your body automatically lifted off of Doflamingo’s cock, globs of cum dripping out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets below. You had barely settled on the bed when he withdrew his strings, leaving you to practically collapse with sore limbs and no support. Doflamingo shifted towards the headboard and stole a cigarette from his brother’s pack. He lit the end, inhaled deeply, and got comfortable to watch the show. 

Corazon pressed his lips against yours gently, slowly guiding you to lie flat on your back. He made a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows in question. “Yes, I’m ready,” you smiled at your sweet boy. 

His cock entered you slowly, tenderly, accompanied by the lewd shlick of the cum already inside you. Neither of you dared to acknowledge whose cum it was. When you looked up, you saw feathery blonde bangs, fading face paint, soft and loving eyes, and a perfect replica of Doflamingo’s smile.

[badninken]

Doflamingo's failed guilt trip

Donquixote Doflamingo is a mean bastard, in all kinds of ways. Being emotionally manipulative is one of them. This might not be that big of a deal next to all of his more spectacular crimes against humanity, but the way he tries to guilt trip Law in this instance is. a lot.

Corazon asks Law to deliver a secret message to the navy, containing details of his brother's plans that he's gathered while undercover. Corazon is gravely injured, shot full of holes and Law is tiny and suffering from certain-death-disease and it's freezing cold and it's just an all-round miserable time for them. But Law is strong and brave and goes to find a marine to give the message to.

And stumbles into Vergo.

And it doesn't end well.

And Doflamingo knows exactly how all of that went down. He's taunted Law before, about what a traumatic experience it must have been.

And of course he tries to get Law off balance and hurt and humiliate him in general, by invoking that same trauma while they fight.

And he uses that, and whatever guilt Law might feel because of it, to pin "the countless tragedies" inflicted on Dressrosa, on Law. As if Doflamingo himself hadn't already loudly and proudly taken credit for all of it, while in the process of slaughtering every living thing on the island, even while this conversation takes place.

Now, it is deeply unhinged to think that Law is in any way guilty of what Doflamingo did to Dressrosa. He was a terminally ill and very scared kid. He was the world's tiniest 13 year old, and he had no idea that he was trusting the wrong adult. Even if he has thrown that message in the sea on purpose he still wouldn't be guilty of Doflamingo's crimes.

Guilt is rarely a rational emotion though and it's easy to imagine that Law would feel guilt about his mistake (horribly bad luck) and accidentally bringing harm to Corazon. It wouldn't be strange for him to feel guilt about failing to deliver a message that could have prevented a lot of suffering. Law does feel like the type to drown in guilt, he's got that look.

Doffy probably thought so too, before delivering that sadistic stab to Law's conscience, essentially saying:

"These countless tragedies might never have occurred, if you hadn't failed Corazon"

And Law straight up throws the "So you agree?" Mean Girls meme in his face. Deadpan, ice fucking cold while dangling in the air like a vengeful little rag doll and Doflamingo is like, "Ok you got me on that one" and promptly saws Law's arm off to calm himself down.

I keep coming back to this page because as a fan of one or two characters who's entire existence consist of taking on the guilt for everything that's ever gone wrong in the world, (won't name any names), It's refreshing to see a guy say Fuck You in the face of an unjust guilt trip. He's not having it.

Very calm, very clever, that's Trafalgar Law while dealing with his enemies. I'd consider this simple comeback as powerful as his physical attacks. He gets punished for it immediately and it's a teeny tiny win overall, but it's a satisfying one.

More fuck you moments as a bonus:

Love this guy.

[sunandflame]

Donquixote Doflamingo NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw

Word Count: 579

Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader

crossposted on AO3

Dominant, Always

Doflamingo is extremely dominant, and there is no such thing as a truly equal power exchange with him—he sets the rules, he breaks them, and you follow.

He’ll pin you with just a look, smirk curling when he watches you squirm.

He doesn’t ask—he expects. His touch is commanding, and he uses your reactions to gauge how deeply you’re under his control.

If you dare try to take control? He’ll flip the dynamic violently fast, overpower you and make you beg just to remind you who’s in charge.

“You thought you were leading? Cute. Try again.”

String Play

His Ito Ito no Mi gives him a terrifying advantage in bed.

He’ll tie you up with invisible strings and suspend you mid-air, legs spread, arms limp, totally exposed.

Can control your limbs like a puppet, forcing you to touch yourself—or him—while he watches.

Uses strings to tease, stroke, restrain, choke (if you consent), and control the pace of your climax with surgical precision.

“You're not allowed to finish until I say so. Understood?”

Sadist With Style

Doflamingo loves control through suffering—but he's refined about it.

He’ll drag things out just to watch you break: edging, overstimulation, denial.

Likes biting, marking, and slapping, especially when you moan like you hate it but keep begging for more.

Might laugh softly while watching tears stream down your face—not from cruelty, but from the delicious confirmation that he owns your body.

Praise and Degradation (Both)

His praise is intoxicating because it’s rare. You’ll earn it through obedience or by truly impressing him. “You took me so well. I should keep you like this—ruined, dripping, begging for more.”

He loves to degrade with elegance: “A royal pet on her knees... You were born for this, weren’t you?”

Kinks & Preferences

Bondage & Restraint – both with strings and golden cuffs he’ll have custom-made for you.

Power exchange – you're his possession, his plaything, his doll. But if you disobey smartly? It excites him.

Exhibitionism – he enjoys making you scream where others might hear. Bonus if his subordinates see the afterglow and know what happened.

Breeding & Ownership – he might say he doesn’t care, but the thought of you being filled by him satisfies a deep, twisted instinct.

Control Over Climax

Doflamingo controls everything, especially your pleasure. He plays you like a violin.

If you come without permission? He’ll make you do it again and again until you're overstimulated and shaking.

If he’s pleased? He’ll command you to finish with a soft “Now.” And you will.

Aftercare?

Only rarely—and only if you matter to him.

He’s not the type to coo or cuddle, but he’ll light a cigar, sit you in his lap, and press his face to your throat while you come down from the high.

If he’s feeling possessive, he’ll clean you himself—lazily wiping you with a cloth, tsking at how messy you got from him.

No sweet words, just: “Rest now. I’m not finished with you.”

Jealous & Possessive in Bed

Doflamingo doesn't share.

If someone even looks at you wrong, he’ll fuck you so hard they hear you scream through the stone walls.

He marks you—visibly—neck, thighs, inner wrists. You’re a walking display of who you belong to.

Final Thoughts

Sex with Doflamingo is a psychological game as much as physical. It’s intense, theatrical, dominating—and somewhere beneath all the cruelty, there’s a need. A twisted desire to own someone completely, because deep down, he knows what it feels like to lose everything.

[physics-of-one-piece]

I Take Care of You Now

Doflamingo x Reader

Summary: After a night of a heavy snow storm and rainfall on the North Blue Sea, Doflamingo gets woken up by the scraping of a snow shovel on deck.

A/N: A little short one-shot that I’ll implement into the main Red Suit Doffy Fic Merlot & Primroses but it can stand as a stand alone, too, so I decided to send it here. As I said in a post, Doflamingo’s core values he was raised with are something he sticks to. Also... I'm going to hell. I'm going to hell I'm going to hell I'm going to heeeeeeell...

but at least the Heavenly Demon is there 😊🤭🫡

P.S. I wanted to post this at 8pm it's 4pm, the Save Draft went into Post but it's complete so.... Enjoy? 🤣🤣 (I hate you, tumblr) (cry laughs)

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Female!Reader, Rosinante's Wife!Reader, Doflamingo POV, North Blue Era Doflamingo, Red Suit Doflamingo, Fluff, Humor, Cuddling For Warmth, Mentions of Fratricide, Nightmares, Longing, Doflamingo is in Love, Protective Doflamingo, Post Minion Island, Girldad Doflamingo, Dadmingo, Soft Doflamingo (kind of), Donquixote Family, One Shot Fic

Doflamingo is back in the snow again. The white thick layer of it crunches under his boots as he walks. There is snow falling, wild and strong, chilly wind pushing at his face.

There is someone lying on the snow. He knows who it is. The blackened feathers give him away; Doflamingo’s clumsy little brother.

At last, Doflamingo reached him. Rosinante’s lipstick-painted mouth is moving. No sound is coming out of Rosinante’s lips. Doflamingo squats down beside his brother. Maybe if he’s closer, he’ll hear the words his younger brother is saying.

Rosinante’s mouth keeps moving, shaping the words over and over again. He keeps looking at Doflamingo, but no sound is coming out.

What is he saying?

I love you?

I hate you?

I’m sorry?

Don’t touch my wife?

I’ll kill you?

Which is it?

Doflamingo should’ve learned to read lips.

Doflamingo wakes with a gasp, sitting up in his sleeping bag. His face is wet, covered in sweat, and he barely registers a yelp from Baby 5 who’d slept atop his stomach and hugged him for additional warmth during the storm falling off him and on his lap covered by the sleeping bag’s duvet.

Doflamingo realizes he’s without his sunglasses because the world isn’t tinted red. The sudden assault of colors and sunlight illuminating through the portholes makes him blink. Continuing to pant, he reaches for the white-framed sunglasses and mounts them atop the bridge of his nose.

He pants for a little longer, then swallows down. His throat feels dry. He needs to get some wine.

“Young Master?” Baby 5’s careful, hesitating voice reaches his ear. “Are you okay?”

Doflamingo puts on a smile, if not for his sake, then for Baby 5’s. He hates seeing her distraught or hurt. A child should never worry about an adult. It's the greatest disgrace.

“Just a bad dream.” he replied, huffing. “Could you get me a merlot from the wine cabinet?”

“We aren’t allowed to open the wine cabinet.” Baby 5 said, frowning.

“I’m giving you permission,” said Doflamingo. He needs wine, right now. “So go get the merlot for me.”

“Y/N-san said you shouldn’t drink that much...” Baby 5 murmured, continuing to look at him worriedly.

“Who’s the captain here, me or my sister-in-law?” he asked, chuckling. It’s rich of you to scold him on his alcohol abuse when your own husband had been a nicotine-inhaling addict. Rosinante went through one entire pack of cigarettes in a day. How on earth you wanted to kiss his brother or even marry him, Doflamingo would never know.

“You are, Young Master!”

“I don’t know…” mused Doflamingo, making a show of doubt. “Maybe I should let my sister-in-law lead…”

“She doesn’t know how to sail! Or how to be a pirate!” said Baby 5 panically.

“Is that so? I guess I’m staying as captain, then…” He gave a dramatic sigh, fighting not to burst out laughing on the spot. “Too bad, I was looking forward to retirement…”

“You’re not even old!” Baby 5 yelled.

Doflamingo laughed.

“Young Master?”

“What is it?” asked Doflamingo.

“Do you think (Y/N)-san hates living with us?” asked Baby 5.

Doflamingo blinked. Now, he knew you would rather throw yourself in the sea than say anything negative to the kids or be hateful toward them. It was one of your weaknesses he used in his favor to endear you to living with him, after all. What made Baby 5 think that, was what he wanted to know.

"Did she ever say that?” Doflamingo asked.

“No,” said Baby 5, shaking her head. “But... she gets sad a lot... and she seems to like being alone rather than with the rest of the officers.” She cast her gaze away, looking truly sad. “It reminds me of Corazón. He didn’t like hanging around any of us, either...”

Doflamingo was rather impressed. Baby 5 started truly being aware of her environment and how people act around each other. Her observation skills were getting very good for someone as young as her — even Buffalo, who was six years older than her, wasn’t this aware of people.

Doflamingo found his chest swell with pride.

“Don’t worry. Unlike with Corazón, I’m keeping a close eye on her. You forgot she’s a civilian. Civilians are terrified of pirates on instinct. All her life, she’s heard terrible stories about pirates, so of course she won’t feel safe with the officers, or Pica, Trebol, Diamante or me right away. We’re big, we fight, we kill, we rob, we torture, and we have Devil Fruit powers. Civilians run from that, because they’re powerless.”

“I forgot about that,” said Baby 5. “That she’s a civilian.”

Doflamingo laughed. “How so?”

“Because... She’s really fierce!” insisted Baby 5.

Doflamingo chuckled. “She was a marine’s wife. Of course she’s fierce. Just because she’s powerless doesn’t mean she’ll let herself be stepped on. It’s what I like about her.”

Yes. Doflamingo liked that about you very much. It turned him on. Very much. Doflamingo licked his lips.

“Why does she seem sad with me and Dellinger, too?” asked Baby 5, pouting.

“You’re orphans. You had nowhere to go, and became pirates. She pities you, because she thinks it’s unfair toward you. She’s sad because she knows that’s how cruel the world can be.”

“She pities us,” said Doflamingo, shrugging. “It’s not coming from a bad place like others do. Her pity is genuine. She doesn’t mean anything ill with it.”

“I don’t want her to pity us.” said Baby 5. “I want her to -”

“To what?” asked Doflamingo, tilting his head down to the girl, intrigued.

“To love us.” said Baby 5.

“Fufufu! She does love us. She’s just too stubborn to admit it. After all,” Doflamingo smiled. “No civilian is supposed to love pirates. That’d be treason.”

“Really?” Baby 5 asked, eyes full of hope. “She loves us?”

“Really. So don’t worry, okay?” said Doflamingo.

“Okay,” said Baby 5, her smile blooming back onto her face.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her head. “Now, go get me my merlot. And get yourself some bottled water, too.”

“Yes, sir!” chirped Baby 5.

While Baby 5 headed to the kitchen and the wine cabinet, Doflamingo cracked his neck, then got out of his pink sleeping bag. The sleeping bag beside him — where you slept last night — was empty.

He frowned. What was taking you so long in the bathroom? Maybe it was that time of the month for you. He knew there were supplies in the women’s bathroom, so he wasn’t too worried about that.

He’d give you a few more minutes before he went looking for you.

His long legs cracked as he stretched them out, same with his arms.

Baby 5 came back, carrying his bottle of wine and bottled water for herself. Doflamingo took it, undid the clasp, and chugged it down in droves, basking in the liquid pouring down his throat and into his stomach, warming up his body.

“Did you see my sister-in-law?” Doflamingo asked when he was done, bottle half empty now.

“I don’t know,” replied Baby 5 sleepily, rubbing at the crust in her eyes, giving a little yawn. “Maybe the bathroom?”

“Go wake the cook to make us breakfast and hot chocolate,” he said to Baby 5.

“Yes, sir. Um, Young Master...”

“What?”

“I think there’s someone on deck,” whispered Baby 5.

There was scraping on the deck outside. Doflamingo’s Observation Haki didn’t pick up any threat from the person. It could be a fishman or someone stranded on the island.

“It could be a Klabautermann,” said Doflamingo, chuckling. Now wouldn’t that be interesting.

“Klabautermann?” repeated Baby 5.

“It’s a legend.” Doflamingo explained. “If a ship is very loved by the crew, it develops its own spirit in the shape of a fairy.”

“Fairy?!” asked Baby 5 in excitement.

Doflamingo chuckled in confirmation, tracing his gaze over the officers and top officers strewn on the floor of the galley, counting everyone else who was present. You were the only one missing.

“A human-shaped fairy wearing a white sailor’s coat and a pair of shoes.” he explained. “It carries a small wooden hammer, because it fixes up a damaged ship. Ours isn’t damaged, though.”

At least, Doflamingo hoped it wasn’t.

“Oh,” said Baby 5. “I thought it would be a pink flamingo wearing Young Master’s sunglasses, just like the figurehead.”

Doflamingo laughed. “It could be! That’d be fun!”

“What if it’s a ghost?” she asked with slight fright; she’d heard too many ghost stories from Law and Buffalo.

Doflamingo gave Baby 5 one of his grins, the malicious ones which he knows comfort her. To Baby 5, violence equals protection.

“You think a ghost can beat me?” he asked her. “They’re free to try, fufufufufu!”

After some more coaxing and assuring her everything would be fine, Baby 5 left for the kitchen again to wake the ship cook.

Doflamingo grabbed his feather coat where it lay spread on the couch, stepping over a sleeping Gladius and Diamante.

Now, why were they all huddled up in the galley with sleeping bags?

The simple answer was bad weather.

They’d been in a heavy snow storm last night. It was Dellinger’s first heavy snow storm. He cried and ran around in a panic the entire time. He had to be grabbed three times from launching himself overboard and into the sea. Dellinger connected the sea with safety, because it was always safe for him to go into the sea; he always fled there if he was about to get scolded — it was becoming a real problem and at this point, Doflamingo was going to listen to Trebol’s advice and tie the toddler with a rope. If Dellinger went in the sea under those stormy waves yesterday, forget about pulling him out, they wouldn’t be able to find him.

For the past three years, they rarely went this far up north on their voyages, and although most of the adults of the crew were used to responding to and traveling through overbearing hail and rain, the kids were not. They were too prone to making mistakes in the novelty of navigating the waves bigger than Sea Kings despite knowing how to navigate.

The kids had been absolutely terrified.

The storm proved impossible to navigate. Doflamingo put his family and its safety above everything, he wasn’t going to risk them all because he wanted to get to the next island on time. He decided it was best to hunker down near a mountain pass to the closest island than continue to navigate through the storm.

After setting anchor on the nearby, snow-covered coast of the island, everyone had huddled down in the galley beside the largest fire stove to keep warm, bringing in sleeping bags.

Now, after putting on his black overcoat to deal with the cold outside, Doflamingo quickly opened the doors, left the cabin, and closed them just as quickly. He made his way up the stairs and to the cabin on the quarter deck, then exited out into the open winter air.

There was a person on the deck, pushing the snow down the deck and overboard into the sea.

Doflamingo nearly had a heart attack.

After a moment, he realized it wasn’t the ship’s spiritual manifestation.

It wasn’t a Klabautermann. It was you.

Doflamingo called your name. You leapt six feet high at the sound of his voice, which made him laugh. You deserved the fright; you gave him a fright first.

You turned your face up to him. Doflamingo smiled down at you.

“Hey,” you said shakily, like you weren’t out in the cold and shoveling snow from the deck. “Good morning.”

“What are you doing?” demanded Doflamingo.

You look at him like he’s asking a strange question. “I’m shoveling the deck.”

…

What?

“Why?” asked Doflamingo.

“Cause there’s snow on it.” you said.

For a moment, Doflamingo was so confused his brain stopped working.

Because there’s… snow?

Why on… why on earth would you be the one shoveling the snow?!

Doflamingo deployed his strings, leaving the wooden, ice-laden balcony of the quarter deck, reaching you with a single leap. He stood on his strings beside you, because he wasn’t going to walk on the solidified ice undoubtedly hiding under the layer of snow.

“You don’t do that.” said Doflamingo firmly, his thoughts racing thousand miles per hour, the cogs in his mind rushing with what could only be described as Celestial Dragon confusion. “I take care of you.”

“I’ve been doing this my whole life.” you say, shrugging.

Rosi, I’ll bring you back to life and put thirty bullets in you this time. thought Doflamingo, clenching his teeth, his jaw hurting from how hard he did it.

Doflamingo took the shovel from you easily.

“Hey!” you shouted. "I need that!"

“You don’t anymore.” said Doflamingo, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you with the sternness of a captain. He stepped down from his string onto the deck to stand in front of you — as he suspected, there was ice under the snow. “I take care of you now.”

“Doffy -” you started, but he would have none of it.

“You’re not allowed.” said Doflamingo, because what else is he supposed to say, how else is he supposed to let you know you are too precious to do grunt work? You are not to do any grunt work, ever, for as long as Doflamingo lived and breathed. His parents would roll in their graves if they ever heard he let you do any labor, and Doflamingo experienced a full-body cringe at the mere idea of allowing you to exhaust yourself. Unforgivable. Impermissible. Therefore, not allowed.

By his words, clearly you thought he thought you incapable because you are a woman, completely misunderstanding him as you said indignantly, “I am allowed -”

“You’re too cute to be out here in the cold, querida.” said Doflamingo.

Those words momentarily rendered you mute, and you stared up at him in shock, which made you even more adorable.

“I’m doing whatever I wanna do!” you protest, and it reminds Doflamingo of a bunny stomping its little foot on the ground.

“You get inside,” says Doflamingo, ignoring your words. You could think whatever you wanted, Doflamingo would rather put a sea prism bullet in his own leg than let you freeze outside and let you shovel the deck; he had Buffalo, Machvise and the others for that. Doflamingo wasn’t raised to allow you to do such things; he was raised to coddle you, provide for you, protect you, spoil you, and by his title as saint, he will. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

The ship swayed under a wave, giving a small lurch.

The two of you slid on the solidified ice the deck had become overnight. It was only Doflamingo’s instincts and long arm that helped him grab onto you and pull you to his legs, keeping you from falling. You were completely unaffected, most likely used to such fumbling with Corazón — you didn’t even squawk in alarm, just took it like it was a common thing, to slide on the ice and risk falling and hurting yourself.

That was it. You weren’t listening to him. You were going to get a cold, and with your average civilian balance, break your skull. Time to change tactics.

“You made me do this,” said Doflamingo, sneering down at you.

“Do wha — AAAAH!”

Doflamingo reached down, wrapped his arm around your body, and lifted you up. Once he lifts you above his waist, and continues lifting you higher, that’s when you give an almighty, terrified shriek which startles the seagulls above the crow’s nest.

Doflamingo laughed, and put you stomach flat over his right shoulder, like he would a bag of gold, but you are a much more precious treasure he has than any gold.

There. Much easier. He should’ve done this from the start. Maybe he should carry you like this all the time. He smiled at the idea. Yes. That’s what he’ll do. You wouldn’t try to wiggle out of his grasp if he carried you this high; you’re too scared of hurting yourself by the huge height drop between his shoulder and the ground.

He straightened up, deployed his strings, and stepped onto them, walking on them rather than risk it with the ice.

“Doffy.” Your voice was shaky, terrified and breathless. Doflamingo failed to stifle his laugh. How adorable. “Doffy, put me down.”

You clutched at his spiked up, thick fluffs of hair. He sighed contently at the feeling, his chuckle rumbling through his chest as he grinned.

“Doffy! Put me down!”

“You’re not allowed!” he said firmly, but calmly all the same. He wasn’t angry, just concerned.

“Because I’m a woman?” you asked.

“No,” said Doflamingo simply. “Because I take care of you now.”

“I take care of myself!” you say indignantly as you’re being carried away on Doflamingo’s shoulder and back toward the warmth of the ship’s below deck with warm heating, comforting sweat and frosted, fogged glass.

He really needs to make sure with Diamante and Machvise the Numancia didn’t take any damage.

Doflamingo hears a giggle in his ear. He recognizes the sound, from a far-away memory long gone. He whips his head over his shoulder, and freezes solid.

“Don’t worry, Doffy.” said the little boy with blond bangs covering his eyes. He was sitting atop one of the posts of the sail, his arms tucked into the sleeves of a little purple feather coat over his light blue raincoat. He’s swinging his little feet back and forth where they dangle in the air from the sail. Something strange wells in Doflamingo’s eyes. His throat clogs up; he can’t speak.

The little boy sent him a big smile resembling the sun. “I’m okay.”

Doflamingo was hallucinating. He was definitely hallucinating. He needed to catch up on his sleep if he was seeing his eight-year-old baby brother and hearing his voice in his ear.

He headed inside, ducking as he went.

Baby 5 was tucked in his pink sleeping bag, back to sleep. The duvet wasn’t pulled all the way over her, so Doflamingo used his free right arm and lifted his finger, sending out a string to the duvet, lifting it up to cover Baby 5’s shoulders. Doflamingo hoped she at least woke up the cooks and that they started on breakfast and hot chocolate for the family. Doflamingo manoeuvred around the sleeping bodies of his family, stepping over their sleeping bodies easily.

In the end, you settled down after he put you on the couch in the galley. He noticed your chattering teeth, trembling body and red nose. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, took off his feather coat and draped the massive weight of it over your shoulders. The pink feathers completely enveloped you, tickling your cheeks as you looked up at him in surprise, the warmth the feathers suffused you in chasing away your trembles.

Doflamingo didn’t linger on the way you looked up at him, bundled in his feather coat and drowning in his scent, because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from leaning down and kissing your lips to chase away the cold frost from them, too.

Instead, he slipped your arms into the thick, warm fluff of pink feathered sleeves, pulling the lapels over each other to keep you warm.

The sleeves were too long for you, and the end of the coat touched the ground of the cabin.

He went to get you both some hot chocolate and brought it to you to sip on in warm cups. The blissed smile you smiled and the relaxed sigh you released after your first sip of the hot beverage put him in a better mood.

He settled himself beside you on the couch with his pink mug filled with his hot chocolate. His thigh touched yours. This time, you didn’t inch away from him as you usually did when he sat down beside you during meals or in inns.

Doflamingo would much rather have your lips to keep him warm, but he’d settle for hot chocolate. For now.

He took a careful sip, and his body relaxed. He closed his eyes, basking in the bliss, his forehead smooth, free of any stress.

Feathers settled around his left shoulder, and his left sleeve fell over his arm.

When he turned to look down on you, a teasing comment on his tongue and a grin on his lips, you were looking up at him, and your eyes rendered his thoughts into a disarray.

“So you aren’t cold,” you said, lifting your arm high and stretching it all the way to adjust the left side of his coat atop his shoulder, which consequently meant you got closer to him, until your left shoulder leaned against his chest; if you leaned a bit further, you’d be nestled under his right arm.

“How do you walk with this?” you ask him, fussing over the coat. “It’s heavy.”

“It’s only nine kilograms.” he said. It was a comforting weight on his back; he was used to having it draped over his shoulders.

You deadpan at him, then, after a moment, say, “No wonder your neck’s starting to crane.”

“Drink your hot chocolate,” he said.

You snickered. “Yes, captain.”

You hugged the right part of his feather coat to yourself, draping it over you, covering your legs and entire body in the pink feathers. Doflamingo wondered if you liked the lingering scent of his cologne on the coat.

“It’s warm,” you whispered, closing your eyes, peaceful.

Doflamingo slipped his left arm into the sleeve of his feather coat, draping the front of it the same way you did. The two of you were swathed together in his pink coat.

You were right. With you nestled against him and swathed in his coat, it was warm.

Doflamingo didn’t feel cold at all.

Taglist: @fanaticsnail @queenmimi2817 @dummyduck44 @daydreamer-in-training

[fanaticsnail]

My vacation’s over and I am sad to leave the seaside and stressed over travelling but have this from that Rosinante x Reader & Doflamingo x Reader with Rosinante’s wife fic that I'm working on. This is Doflamingo's scene in Part 1. Writing this helps me relax, even if just a bit. Ugh, I hate travelling. 😭😭

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“Are you going to kill her?” Vergo asked.

Doflamingo turned to him, puzzled by the question. “Why would I do that? Her husband’s sins aren’t hers, and I have forgiven my brother through death. She’s innocent in all of this, and so is the baby she carries. It’s the next generation of the Donquixote she carries. A world noble, a Celestial Dragon. My blood.”

“Your brother’s blood.” said Vergo. Doflamingo tensed, the pink feathers of his coat ruffling, as though Vergo said something which upset him. “The weaker link. The child may grow up to attempt to usurp you from your place as the head of the family.”

Doflamingo held back a snort. If he could help it, he would make sure the child lived a peaceful life. A life Doflamingo never got to live, the life that was stolen from him by his foolish father. And this child had nothing to do with Doflamingo’s chosen family, nothing with his life as a pirate. That child was his blood family, as were you, who carried it. You two were much more important than his chosen family, as Rosinante had been.

As the eldest son, Doflamingo was the patriarch of the celestial dragon Donquixote family, which meant you and your son or daughter, now that Rosinante was gone, were under his care. It was the natural process of things in celestial dragon families.

You and your unborn child were Doflamingo’s now, not Rosinante’s.

- @physics-of-one-piece

Oh. My. Gosh.

I am so in love with this. How did I miss it??? Yandere Doflamingo is back at it again with the possessiveness. AAAAAAAAAAA.

[traffys-heart]

fingering headcannons w/ Donquixote Doflamingo nsfw

pls go check out @physics-of-one-piece doffy measurements’ i got sm inspo from her !! his long fingers r going to be the death of me

formatting got kinda weird at the end idk how to fix it (◞‸◟；)

cw: lowercase, afab! reader, biting, underlying power dynamics, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, cunnilingus, doffy is his own warning

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he is so freaky nasty ong this guy would do the craziest shit. where to start where to start…

he wants u on the dining room table ass up face down in the prettiest lingerie stitched up he could find. i imagine he likes stockings at first but enjoys slipping them off ur thighs more. anyways when he finally makes his way next to u he makes his presence known by spitting directly into the crease of ur ass.

he loves when u react to his vulgarity and curse out loud as he chides u for speaking out of turn. he’ll run his hands up and down ur thighs as he takes a seat at the head of the table, like a king should. he dips his head down to caress the supple skin of ur ass cheek before he takes a playful bite.

his hot breath fans ur already slick panties and ur doing everything in ur power to not rub ur legs together. his tongue rubs small circles around the bite mark on ur ass like tiny apologies while the massive hands pulling down ur stockings promise more.

he tugs the sheen fabric off ur thighs and calves which allows him to properly grip the flesh underneath. forcing u to further spread ur legs, calloused fingertips slip underneath the waistband of ur undergarments. one massive hand begins to gently pinch ur nipples while the other toys with ur pulsing clit.

it feels good to finally have pressure on ur bundle of nerves but you make the mistake of bucking into his hand when he presses down particularly satisfactorily. the warm clasp around your breast leaves along with your panties which are torn off u. u don’t see them next to u or on the floor so u assume he stuffed them into his pocket.

when he first dips himself into ur dripping cunt, knuckle first, it’s to admire ur desire for him. he loves to watch the long strings of arousal cling to his fingers and glimmer softly in the palace lighting. ur own little strings. how cute.

when he’s done toying with ur pussy he takes both of his hands and spreads it open, enjoying how you readjust yourself to give him a better view. he licks his lips when both ur cunt and puckered hole above flutter from embarrassment at being exposed like so.

working the first finger inside u was a challenge in the beginning but eventually u began to take it better. it still takes some prep to work the rest of his fingers inside of u, and god forbid his cock (dw he’ll find a way), but that’s what makes it fun isn’t it?

his nails r always clipped back short so ur soft walls don’t need to fear any damage. when he gets u down onto his finger completely he curls it cruelly into the spongey area that makes u see stars. it doesn’t take long for u to fall apart on only one of his fingers, the motion of it curling back and fourth and ever so often fucking ur pussy.

he uses his other fingers to keep yourself spread for him, making sure he gets just as good of a show as you do an orgasm. he keeps his other hand busy, palming the fat bulge in his pants.

higher pitched moans and breathy whimpers dance around him and with one more massage to your g-spot u cum around him. he smiles at the ring of cream covering his fingers and exits u to lick his fingers clean.

he’s so proud of u, which is why he knows u can take what he’s going to do next. using his spit soaked finger he travels upwards to ur smaller hole perched above ur cunt. staring at him with wide eyes u instinctively flex ur muscles and he laughs at ur adorable behavior.

“relax, alright why else would u have so many holes if not for me to fill them, hm?”

u slowly untense and nod into his reassurance. besides the warmth of his salvia circling ur backside makes ur mind shut off. he leans down again and presses sloppy kisses on ur ass, telling u to let decompress. letting urself relax into him he finally begins to slip himself inside ur tighter entrance.

it feels kinda weird and u voice these concerns but he urges u to embrace him inside ur body. bc there is nothing more natural and right than letting doffy inside u. shallow thrusts send tingles throughout ur nervous system, getting used to the feeling.

he can still read some of ur hesitance so leaving his weeping cock his other hand circles ur puffy clit. u start to squeal and ur cunt clenches around nothing as u lay helpless against his movements. u squirm around feeling him play with ur body to his liking, waiting for the foreign pressure to absolve.

with enough encouragement and sweet shallow thrusts, u begin to feel pleasure from both getting fucked in the ass and the attention on ur clit. u feel kinda bad for his poor cock bc now it’s all alone and it must be red and weepy w no one to touch it. u also know the lack of action doffy gets now will be made up for on ur part later tonight so ur not too sad when u peer over ur shoulder to see his raging hard on.

he rubs tight circles around ur clit until u exhibit signs of ur impending orgasm. at this point ur hips r moving backwards into him to get as most contact as possible.

when u finally cum u shake around his tight grip on ur ass, feeling beads of sweat drip down ur thighs after all that exertion. ur upper body collapses onto the wood into the finely woven table cloth, with a muffled thud. taking advantage of ur new angle doffy slips the finger out ur ass and grabs u by your hips again.

u can hear him unbuckle his heavy belt as he slightly pushes down his slacks and tugs out his stiff cock. leaning over the table he pants haughtily over ur cunt, a wide smile stretching over his features. with one hand stroking his cock the other brings ur pussy to his face, finally allowing him to relish in his dinner.

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[moldychefboyardeecan]

Maybe I Do Like You...

So, I gave in. I wrote this part on a whim, and i am writing the next part. @physics-of-one-piece, I feel like you'd enjoy it^^

Part one is 16+, Part 2 is 18+

tags: doffyxreader ,flirty ,slow-ish burn, bilingual doffy

synopsis:

At first, you thought he was just another intimidating client, but then he dropped that pink feathered jacket on your desk, and you couldn’t look away. His grin, his piercing eyes behind those crimson glasses, the way he dominated the room—he was someone you'd only heard of in whispers. But the moment his finger brushed your lips, calling you “linda” with that dangerous smirk, you were hooked. It wasn’t long before he made it clear he wasn’t just interested in your sewing skills.

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It’s been smooth. Or well, as smooth as it could be dating Donquixote Doflamingo. He was very upfront about his confession, considering you’d never seen the guy a day in your life—other than rumors and pictures of the King of Dressrosa. The Heavenly Demon. Wait...

Oh shit.

You did see him. Once. Maybe twice.

You were a seamstress, and one day, you saw a man, ten feet tall, at LEAST 300 pounds. This man was terrifying. But upon closer inspection, his blonde hair and crimson flame glasses drew you in. He was a fucking BEAST, and you could tell just by looking at him. He approached your counter, walking like a damn crab.

"What the fuck..? W-why is he walking like that? Is he okay? Is he drunk? I—"

He cut your train of thought as he reached you, licking his lips and smiling.

"Hello, sir, how can I—"

A large, 4XL pink feathered jacket landed on you, his grin never wavering. He bent down to your level, peering through his tinted glasses. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you damn well knew they were piercing through your soul.

The glasses. The hair. The height. But what really made it click was the flamingo-feathered coat now lying on your desk.

He noticed your registered shock and let out a snicker.

"Fufufufu, I think you recognize what this is and who I am, no?"

"Uh-I—"

He tsked and placed a finger on your lips.

"Atatatatatata. Shhh. Can you fix it, mami? Generous berries for pretty girls who do their job well." He smirked, licking his damn lips again.

Flabbergasted. Flustered. Your face turned pinker than his coat. You just nodded. That was all you could do. With that, he removed his finger, turned around, and waved his hand in a lazy dismissal.

"I trust you’ll do a good job, linda."

"Wait, sir, you—"

The door shut behind him.

"-...didn’t arrange a pickup time."

And that’s how you met him. That’s how you met your boyfriend—and your soon-to-be fiancé.

But oh, it didn’t stop there.

After you fixed his coat (and even replaced a few feathers), he kept coming back—and refused to learn your name. Irritating? Absolutely. But something about him drew you in. You were getting rather comfortable with the King of Dressrosa, a Celestial Dragon, a former Warlord, calling you pet names like: darling, cariño, bella, linda—even a "mi amor" in there sometimes. Maybe you shouldn’t let him know your name.

The next time he came, he brought a red suit.

At first glance, it looked perfectly fine—almost brand new. But when you inspected the garment, you found a pink velvet box tucked inside the pocket. Curious, you opened it and found a silver necklace with a little flamingo pendant. On the back, Doflamingo’s Jolly Roger was engraved.

"Huh." You scoffed, snickering to yourself as you placed the box beside the suit and checked the fabric for any tears. Another sweep of the pocket revealed a note.

"Para mi costurera bella."

Oh, he was making moves.

At the time, you didn’t fully register it. The next morning, you handed him the box and note alongside his freshly tailored suit.

"You can keep the necklace, hermosa."

"I’m sorry, but I can’t accept it. This is your property. You should hand it to its respectiv—"

He laughed, licked his lips. Again.

"Fufufufufu! Did you not see the note? That’s for you. Costurera? That’s seamstress. You are a seamstress, right..?"

Mouth agape, you were about to respond when he leaned forward, silencing you with a quick kiss. He pulled back, looking far too pleased with himself, and leaned over the counter. His breath was hot against your ear.

"I told you pretty girls who do their job well get paid generously."

Frozen, you slowly reached for the necklace and note, pulling them toward you. He giggled.

"Good girl."

"Look, all I'm saying is that I think he’s into you!" Your sister's voice rang through the transponder snail. You could practically hear her filing her nails for the millionth time. "I mean—why else would he only call you pet names?"

"Because he’s fucking Donquixote Do-fucking-flamingo! That’s why!" You huffed, grateful that your shop was closed as you paced the efficiency in the back, which doubled as your home.

"Just try it. Flirt with him a little. Wear that necklace tomorrow, see if he comes back."

"Sis, I swear he rips his clothes with his strings just so he can see me."

"And that’s NOT proof he’s into you?"

"That’s proof he likes breaking his toys and making other people put them back together."

"Yikes. This is why San—"

"-Shut up, I broke up with Sanji by choice. He didn’t break up with me."

"Shuuuuuure…yeaahhh..mhm…you totally did."

A long pause.

Then—

"Soooo, does he come every da—"

"Yes. Sometimes just to bother me. Or to bring me clothes to fix."

"Wear it. I dare you."

"There’s no way in hell I would we—"

"Double dog dare you."

"No-! I- why would—"

"Triple. Dog. Dare."

"Fuck you."

"I always wiiiiiin~"

You laughed, smiling warmly, hoping its rays would reach all the way to the Red Line. "Sure, you do."

"Is there anything else about him ooooor—"

"He’s ten fucking feet tall! I mean, I thought I was tall, but he has to physically bend to meet my gaze, and his hair looks so soft, and his glasses look...so—fine. I guess he is hot."

"Would you peg him?" She snickered.

"What?! I mean…wait- what am I saying? No! Of course not! Why would I fall for his toned muscles, his accent, the way he could probably pick me up so easily, I mean I'm probably weightless to hi—"

"Oh sister, dear sister, you are down bad. I say chase him. What do you have to lose with the King of Dressrosa?"

"My fucking job?! I'm here for work. I gotta make sure Mom can afford Trafalgar’s hospital fees. She says hi, by the way."

"What kind of necklace is it?"

"Silver. Flamingo pendant. His Jolly Roger on the back."

"Cute. I'm telling you, wear it."

"If something happens, I’m blaming you."

"Counting on it. Call me when you get him."

[l-in-the-light]

Trafalgar Law and shreds of closeness part 3: Donquixote Family Edition

What can I say, I got struck with inspiration yet again, the thoughts just do not want to leave me. This time it will get dark. And it will hurt, so feel warned. I will take a closer look at Law's closeness to the Donquixote Family and also do a small case study of affection between Doffy and Cora and their dad as well, to get a fuller context. Main focus will be on physical affection, yet again.

So what do you think, did Law get support and affection from his "second family"? I would say, very little. But let's look at evidence:

We have verbal support from Doflamingo himself when Giolla and Buffalo start to fear to touch Law or to even stay in the same room after they learn he's sick. That's 1:0 for him, I'm sure Law appreciated and remembered it. In retrospection, it would have been better for him if he didn't.

Then we have Giolla and Machvise who handled him like he's an object. Giolla keeps touching Law on the head, probably not caring why he seems displeased with it. She's just reinforcing the trauma, but I think overall she means well, she just doesn't think much about it. Giolla also shows Law the most physical affection and I swear it feels like she's trying to make up for her initial reaction, she's just not going the right way about it, making it worse instead.

Meanwhile we have Doflamingo, who despite defending Law before, never touches him. And I mean, never ever. Doffy remains cold not only with Law though, which we will see in a moment.

And then we have Baby5. She feels sorry for Law and even cried for him when she heard the story of Flevance (not in Law's presence tho), but she herself is bad with affection and care, because she also never received much, it also doesn't help that she is genuinely scared of Law's angry glares. All she can do to show him she cares is to smack and scold him. And of course when she does smack him it's on the head, which only becomes a trauma trigger over and over again. Those two just completely miss each other by a mile.

That's it. No other Donquixote Family's member ever tried to show some care in front of Law. They train him of course, but would you count kicking and punching him as a positive experience? Yeah, I don't think so.

And let's not forget Corazon, who carried Law like a bag of potatoes (and threw him around) for a long time, even after he kidnapped him. The Trip to Hospitals All Around the World kinda made him become better, holding Law close, trying to make him smile, carrying him all the time and at one point he even begs Law: "please give me the chance to do things right, stay strong for 3 more weeks!". Doesn't change the fact the touches he did give Law at the beginning were brutalized forms of affection, and we can't really forget that fact: that's exactly how Law's trauma of being touched on the head even started in the first place.

He already trained for awhile, but he still failed in the confrontation, and I think it was because of the touch. Being pinned down made Law probably freeze and unable to move. But even after being saved by Doflamingo, Law doesn't even try to seek support in him, unlike Baby5. Here we can see Doflamingo is alright if someone seeks comfort in him, but he will not give it by himself. That makes Doflamingo-Law combo the worst possible match up, a person who will never give it first and a person who will never ask for it, no wonder things were always cold between them.

Thanks to the fight against Smoker in Punk Hazard we learn that Law managed to overcome his trauma of being pinned down to a significant degree, because he manages to escape on his own. This scene gets an extra focus in the manga (it takes like 5 different frames!) which further convinces me it's that siginifcant. Law probably trained himself not to get overwhelmed like that ever again. Still, I can't help but notice soon after this happened Law starts to have troubles breathing, which means it still didn't leave him unaffected. He pushes to finish the fight faster afterwards as well.

One of his trauma triggers is feeling helpless and being pinned down definitely counts for that. I don't think this started with Vergo, I would say it was already a thing after Flevance, when he had to discover more and more dead bodies of people dearest to him, unable to do anything about it.

Let's look at his symptoms thanks to which we can recognize he's going through a triggering situation. Visible shivering, heavy panting (to the point of weezing which makes me think it can even go as far as bordering on hyperventilation or the opposite - apnea). And then in the last image he just goes stiff which I interpret as him completely freezing up. Damn, that's actually a lot. It's very similar to Robin's trauma responses in Water 7.

You can also notice that Law clenches his fists and it seems to be a sign that he's struggling or forcing himself to be strong. He still does it *a lot* when he's an adult. I think it might have honestly became a habit. He does that just before a battle, in most stressful situations when he knows he can't show his emotions (or just doesn't want to), and well, if we go by the anime version, also when he leaves Wano with his own crew. Basically any time he makes a firm resolve or a hard decision, he also does that. I swear sometimes it feels like he struggles for half of the Dressrosa and Punk Hazard, which you know what, might be way too accurate.

Also bonus wholesome points for Luffy caring more to support Law and Muucy than caring for falling into water himself. I'm not sure how much that helped Law when he was dealing with a triggering situation, especially that unfortunate contact with the top of his head. I guess it's still better than similar situation but with Law completely alone.

This puts this scene into a completely new perspective, right? He's shivering here and definitely froze up, even his speech bubble looks distressed. He's not getting angry here, his trauma trigger kicked in. I did check if he ever shivers or freezes up when he tries to, for example, stop himself from feeling angry, but no, we never see that happen. I'm sorry for ruining the comedy :( tho to make it better, he's also shocked, because just moments before Strawhats feared him, and now they already don't and even laugh at him. Damn, I'm now so torn about this scene, I mean, Strawhats couldn't have known!

Now a promised closer look at Donquixote family's approach to closeness and touch. When they were still Celestial Dragons, they barely touched each other. No small touches on the back, hand holding or anything else you usually share with kids. The closeness starts only after they're all starting to be persecuted. First time we see Doffy holding his mom's hand is when they run away from their burning house. First time we are shown Homing hugging his kids is when village people are beating them up and he is just trying to cover them with his own body, so he takes the beating instead of his kids.

The last memory Rosinante has of his father is the hug. And the first memory he has of Sengoku is also a sort of half-hug. Might be why he got so attached to him.

Little Doflamingo and Rosinante are always together, but they never touch in any way. It's clearly Doffy who takes care of his younger brother, probably also telling him to toughen up.

Weird mocking touch on the head from Trebol. And like always, no one ever touches Doflamingo, not even his own officers, and that's true ever since Doffy was a child.

He even tells Trebol he's too close. Doffy doesn't want touches anymore, because it seems in his mind he understands them as someone protecting him, and he doesn't need protection. Ever since he killed Homing, Doffy took the role of being a head of the family and protecting Rosinante, so no more hugs or hand holding for him. In other words, Doflamingo associates physical affection with protection and incoming abuse. And whenever he touches someone it's exactly for that reason: to hurt them.

An interesting parallel because this happens in exactly same chapter: Law is trying to move away because Luffy's "too close". He even lets him take the transponder away and just stands there and waits. And you might wonder: what for? Is he hoping Luffy will give it back by himself?

No, it just took some extra time for Law to brace himself to touch Luffy and shove him to the side. Even though both Doffy's and Law's first instinct here is to move away, Law is struggling but actually tries to overcome it, contrary to Doffy, who seems content in his "no touching" comfort zone.

Let's take a look at Dressrosa now. Doffy is carrying Law by his clothes, Law is unconscious, but he will not touch him directly anyway. Cora-san used to do it as well at first to Law.

But then, you might ask, they fought so much in Dressrosa, surely some kind of touch had to happen as a result? I mean, most of them were indirect touches with Doffy's strings, kicking Law or stopping him by grabbing his sword. But you are right, exactly two touches do happen. You're not gonna like it.

This is literally the first time Doflamingo ever touched Law. To stop his attack he forcefully grabbed his hand. Law is shivering, this actually triggers him, and there's just no way Doflamingo doesn't know that, he can feel it.

And then he makes the full use of the situation. Doflamingo holds Law up in the air, but we can see by the onomatopeia that he's literally holding him up by his hand alone and Law is just freely dangling there, Doffy's not using any strings to immobilize him, not even armament haki. He doesn't even need to. Finally he gave Law the touch he must have been craving when he was a child from him, but it's not a caring one, and what's the next thing Doflamingo does to that hand he just touched? He cuts it off, ripping open the psychological wounds, making them deeper, perhaps hoping Law will never recover from them. Because that's the easiest way to control him later if he wishes to do so, to make him pliant, defenseless and unable to fight back and terrified. But also to punish him for the "rebellion" against him... but also to punish Law for his need and fear of touch. This is a lesson: never want affection, closeness or touch, you're never getting any. Unless it's this: abuse. And if you don't think this is terrible enough, let me remind you: this is their first touch *ever*, Law probably waited for it when he was a kid.

And Law is just hanging there, not even trying to move, and it lasts for like three or four pages long, and I remember when I reread this a couple of times, I was a bit puzzled. Why isn't Law struggling to release himself? Why is he just letting this happen? Especially when it's becoming very clear what Doflamingo is gonna do next. So I have my answer: Law froze up, it's his body shutting off on it's own and all he can do is to just be there and wait for it to be over. It's painful, because we know Law always struggles, always fights back, and he tries here, with words, but he can't do anything else and he just watches it happen.

And this is the second time Doflamingo touches him. It's after the Gamma Knife attack, Doffy knows what he's doing here, he chooses to make contact with Law's head/face (he must have noticed Law's discomfort to it before when Giolla often did it to Law as a kid, and now he utilized this knowledge). He tries to make Law freeze up so he can't finish his move and who knows, maybe that was the final factor of why Law failed to kill off Doflamingo.

To wrap things up, I will share the interesting parallel that I think can be drawn between two rather unexpected characters: Law and Boa.

Both Law and Boa are most comfortable around Bepo (and the snake in Boa's case). Both are victims of brutalized touch and lack of loving and caring one. But while Law fearfully accepts what's given to him, Boa rejects it (even symbolically by kicking fluffy animals away or refusing any show of affection like gifts). Both are touch starved, but Boa will never even try to touch Luffy, and the only time Luffy touched her was in that stealth mission in Impel Down (they didn't have the choice) and hugging her after she gave him the key to Ace's cuffs. Boa doesn't return the gesture, she is very flustered and falls to the ground afterwards, which reminds me a little of her later scene with Rayleigh. Not even Boa's own sisters are shown to share any sort of physical affection with her, Boa shows cold and manipulative attitude to almost everyone besides them. The only other person Boa ever touched was Rayleigh (she's on the ground here again) after he helped them fight off Blackbeard's assault on Amazon Lily and it might be a traumatic response: Blackbeard tried to strangle her after all. Boa's love is passionate and platonic, she shows her affection and caring with indirect gestures (food preparation, offering support and help etc.), probably because that's what she remembers others tried doing for her before. She can't even deal with intimacy face to face and Law also tends to act cold to very open displays of affection and emotions.

Big thanks to @tae-rambles for mentioning the scene with Boa that completely slipped my mind <3 added it in the edit!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi!! Hope everything is going well!

Could I Please ask for some bottom buggy (mayhaps with some watersports since I saw you had a interest) or some ftm crocodile being fucked into submission!

Have a nice day.

Ftm Sir Crocodile x male reader

Ficlet

I love Sir Crocodile so much 🗣️ 🗣️

Reader is part of Buggy’s crew, cuz I thought that would be hilarious. Reader doesn’t have a devil fruit, but is still super kickass. Hes kind of the information gatherer, smuggler, etc, for the Buggy crew. Reader is also normal human height.

Mixed terminology for Crocs bits. Also, breeding/pregnancy? kink warning ig. but its just mentioned for the fantasy.

The Cross Guild appeared great for any outsider or lesser in the know members, which was most of them. They all saw your captain as someone great and almost godly, thinking he was so much more than he was, but you had been with him for many years, even before the Buggy pirates had even been created. Shortly after the execution of Rogers, Buggy had stumbled into your path and had accidentally saved your life, and from then on you had been by his side.

Most people thought of you as something akin to an accountant or treasurer, wearing an outfit that looked very much like that of a ringmaster, long red tailcoat and top hat and all. You were always one of the first to run away, giving you a reputation of a coward who couldn’t fight.

The only one who truly knew how much of a threat you could be, would be your captain and his inner circle, which you were also part of. You might not have been the strongest physically compared to someone like Mihawk, but no one could gather information like you could, smuggle like you could, or have someone “disappear” like you could. Your network was so extensive that even the one they called Joker, who you knew was none other than Donquixote Doflamingo, was jealous.

That was why you knew everything about Sir Crocodile and Mihawk before the day was over when the Cross Guild was formed. You cowered off to the side, keeping up your weak act as you flinched at their raised voices or the light reflecting off Crocodiles golden claw.

They believed you a weak fool who’s only worth was your quick mind and ability to calculate numbers quicker than most computers, which resulted in them mostly dismissing you. It was a role you basked in and felt comfortable, using it to keep your true identity under wraps. That was until they pushed your captain too far, as Crocodile especially seemed to take great pleasure in antagonizing and hurting your captain.

You were protective, most pirates were, if they felt any sense of loyalty to their captain. It was because of that, that you dug up a trusted contact, a celestial dragon with greater access to seastone than anyone else you knew. Using measurements from the moment’s clothes had to be made, a pair of cuffs in just the perfect size soon arrived to you with the post.

It was easy to press Crocodiles buttons, to get him worked up by acting stupid and pathetic, just the way you knew made his blood boil. It was even easier to enrage him so far that he chased after you, so blinded by his anger that he didn’t even notice how you kept avoiding his sand, or how you were leading him further and further away from the rest of the guild.

When he finally caught up, Crocodile caged you against the wall, hook digging into the drywall as he almost snarled down at you, cigar crunched between his teeth as his purple eyes blazed. But mild confusion crossed his face as your fearful expression dropped, his body straightening as your eyes met his head on. Before Crocodile could order an explanation, a feeling of weakness crashed through his body, making his knees buckle enough that you had to catch him, supporting his towering weight and bulk.

His vision swam as you started dragging him along, his feet dragging along the floor because of his height compared to your own. Crocodile felt dizzy and mildly nauseous, his eyes finally catching the heavy bands around his wrist, the one he still had left. “ssseastone?” he slurred out, voice lighter than the growl you were used too, cigar long forgotten somewhere along the journey.

In the beginning, you had planned on torturing him, the blades strapped to your person burning at the thought, but as you threw him down almost carelessly on a barely clad bed, a different through passed through your mind.

A slight thrill ran down your spine as his purple eyes burnt into you, his usual anger still present, but mixed with something else, something deeper and hungrier. Soft pants left Crocodiles lips, sounding faintly struggled as the seastone drained the power from his body, leaving him limp and pliant.

You could see the heat rising to Crocodiles cheekbones as you started stripping off your usual getup, tailcoat slid off your shoulders and neatly folded, top hat placed down with care. “What the hell are you doing…” Crocodile rasped from the bed, his pupils blown as an unfamiliar need unfolded inside him, the familiar thrum of pleasure running through body.

Maybe it was his weakened state, but he swore his cunt was pulsing with need, especially as you unbuttoned the stark white shirt you always wore, revealing a tightly muscled and heavily scarred body underneath, leather straps adorned with vials and weapons stretched across your torso.

Crocodile tried to shuffle his legs, maybe to squeeze his thighs together, or to spread them further apart, he wasn’t sure, but all he could do was a minimal twitch and jolt. “I planned on cutting you up, making you beg for mercy. But from the looks of it… you wouldn’t mind some other kind of discipline” you murmur, almost stalking towards him where Crocodile was splayed out on top of the white sheets.

You could see all his muscles tense as you let your hands climb up his legs, up his thighs and stomach, traveling all the way up his arms towards his hook. A choked off noise leaves Crocodile as you remove his hook with ease, like you had done it a thousand times before, placing it off to the side with care.

“Behave yourself” you tell him, squeezing the sides of his jaw to make his lips part. Crocodile tried to growl or snap a threat, to snap his teeth at you or somehow fight back, but his body was mostly unresponsive, his tongue feeling thick and useless in his mouth.

A shiver of anticipation ran through Crocodile as you moved again, settling between his thick spread thighs. Your eyes met as you reach for his belt, your brow lifting as if asking if he wanted you to stop. You may be a pirate, but you had class and manners, at least when it came to stuff like this.

But when all Crocodile responded with was a sour expression and glare, you make easy work of his belt and slacks, tugging them down his hips and legs, throwing them off to the side with little care. Your disregard for his clothes made Crocodile grumble, but the noise was quickly silenced as you pressed your entire hand against his slick underwear, fingers teasing his hard t-cock and soaked folds.

“Tsk tsk, look at you, bet you just need someone to put you in your place, is that it?” you mumble in an almost mocking tone, looking up at him with an almost feral hunger in your eyes. Crocodile chokes on the words that want to form in his throat, some kind of rebuttal perhaps, that he would never want someone as low as you to do anything to him, but as you pinch his cock between your fingers, it morphs into a shaky moan.

Crocodile’s boxers as easily pulled off, thrown to the floor with a damp plap, making his face redden further as you only find amusement in the obvious sign of his arousal. Kicking off your pants and boxers, you crawl up the bed and sit between his thick thighs, pushing them further apart to expose where he only grows slicker, hole clenching around nothing as if begging you to fill it.

“What would they say, seeing the great Sir Crocodile, spread out like this, ready to take the cock of a feeble weak treasurer” you taunt, pressing your hips closer to his, so that you could drag the tip of your cock up and down through his folds. The act has Crocodile arching as good as he can with the cuff on, his eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw, a breathy noise leaving him, folds only growing slicker around you.

Maybe it was your size difference, with you being average human size, compared to Crocodiles almost 9 feet, or maybe it was his gut deep arousal, but his hole didn’t need much prep for you to be able to fit inside.

That didn’t mean you were just gonna give it to him, since this was supposed to be a lesson. A stuttery moan spills almost silently from Crocodiles lips as your fingers rub through his folds, barely pressing against where he wants you the most. He had never imagined himself in a situation like this, splayed out and dripping for you, someone he had always just seen as a nuisance, but here he was.

“Come on Crocodile… ask nicely” your tone is almost cruel as you push only two fingers inside him, barely felt because of his size, but just enough to rub against his wet gummy insides and leave him aching for more. Crocodiles jaw clenches, barring his teeth as his head weakly rolls to the side, as if to hide his face into the sheets.

“Or… I could just leave you here, thighs spread open, cunt glistening with want. Im sure someone will pass by, and who wouldn’t want a chance to fill this” as if to exaggerate your point, you push two more fingers into his slick hole, burying them as deep as possible into Crocodiles wet insides, punching a gasp out of him.

Crocodile seems to debate it, if he wants to put his pride aside for someone like you, but his thoughtprocess is knocked off course as you pinch his cock with your free hand, twisting it cruelly. Had he not been wearing the seastone cuff, his thighs would have clamped shut and a shout would have left him, but now all his body could do was tense up as a wet keen tumbled out of him.

“P…please” Crocodile finally mumbles, voice small and almost shy, but it can barely be heard over the wet slick sounds of your fingers thrusting in and out of him, his wetness running down your palm and wrist in the process.

“Hm?” you hum, the questioning tone in it clear, as if you didn’t hear him at all, giving his cock another twist just because you could. “fuck me… please…” is gasped out, Crocodiles insides clenching around your slick fingers as they rub and prod around inside him.

Your fingers movements slow to a stop, silence filling the room long enough for Crocodile to peek an eye open and look down at you. Your eyes are intense as they bore into his, the predatory flare in them making Crocodiles insides quiver. “Normally id demand better than that, but I’m starting to pity you” you scoff out, withdrawing your fingers from his hold with a slick noise.

Instead of wiping them off on the sheets, you use the large amount of slick that had gathered in your palm to slick up your shaft, releasing a huffed exhale as Crocodiles eyes widen at the sight. “I’ve thought about making you ride me, so you’ll have to make yourself take it, but we can’t do that right now, can we” you eye the cuff around his one wrist, making Crocodile growl and spit out a weak warbled “fuck you”

His insult carries no heat, clearly only for show, his glare quickly wiped off his face as you finally push inside him. Crocodile needs little time to adjust, resulting in you almost immediately setting a bruising rough pace, drawing in and out of him with loud wet slick noises, his hole gripping onto you as he gasps and moans.

Reaching down, you push his shirt up just enough to splay a hand across his lower stomach, a foxlike grin spreading across your lips as you watch his hips weakly roll into your own. “If you weren’t such an asshole, I could fuck you whenever. Imagine that Crocodile, walking around, cunt leaking my cum, as you try to play tough.” You chuckle darkly, tone thick and hungry in the way only a predatory animal could possess.

As your cock rams into that sensitive spot inside him, Crocodile is finally starting to realize you are truly more than you seem, his cunt drooling a wet puddle under him on the sheets as you take him with a new hunger, a glint appearing in your eyes as your hand presses down harder on his stomach.

“I could knock you up you know, right here.” Is hissed out as you bottom out inside Crocodile, the words making him tighten up and shiver in want. “No one would find you so scary then, would they Crocodile. Waddling around, fat with my kid” you purr, letting both your hands splay across his stomach. It was all fantasy, but by God did it make Crocodile wet and wanting. Something about the fantasy of you, some lesser subordinate knocking him, Sir Crocodile, up, had him seeing double.

The seastone didn’t help with his woozy state, all attempts at forming words only becoming half formed and slurred, Crocodiles eyes going wet and glassy as that familiar feeling spread through his body. “in… inside me…” Crocodile slurs as you curse to yourself, clearly close to the finish line as well. Had it not been for the cuffs, he would have thrown his legs around you, squeezing you against his body to keep you inside him, but all he could do now was beg.

Crocodiles pride crumbled as your fingers squeezed his cock one last time, a pure orgasmic expression crossing his face as he gasped and moaned, his entire body twitching weakly as he came, wetting your cock and the sheets even further as the feeling thrummed through his entire body.

With a deep groan you bottom out inside Crocodile for a last time, letting your eyes squeeze shut as you spill inside him, coating his insides in a thick coat of white. Crocodile whimpers weakly at the feeling, trying to squeeze around you as if to milk your length for more.

He slumps against the sheets further than he already is, eyes falling shut in a relaxed exhausted expression. Crocodile barely notices as you pull out, white leaking out from between his folds to join his own mess on the sheets. He barely even notices you cleaning him up, only twitching and gasping softly when you clean up between his legs.

Its only when the seastone cuff leaves his wrist that Crocodile returns to himself somewhat, as the familiar feeling of his devilfruit washes through his body again. Squinting his eyes open, he catches sight of you getting dressed again, tucking on your shirt, then your coat, and lastly placing your hat on top of your head.

Even with his devilfruit returned to him, Crocodile still feels weak and exhausted, but the good type of exhausted one only gets after a good fuck. Part of him wants to ask you to stay, to hold him and pet his hair, to maybe mumble more dirty fantasies about knocking him up, and how you’d make him live as your pretty little housewife. But instead, Crocodile just grunts to get your attention, his attempt to demand to know where you are going.

“I have to get back to the others, since ill be taking over your duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow” you say, voice resolute and not allowing any denial or struggle. And normally Crocodile would have growled and rejected anyone taking over his duties, but for some reason, the idea of you taking care of him made him relax deeper into the bed, muscles lax and thoughts empty and calm for once.

Approaching him, you press a soft kiss to his forehead before telling him “this room is hidden away from everyone else, so take all the time you need. Ill check up on you later” as you pat his cheek. After telling him where the bathroom is, where he could find towels and replacement sheets and blankets, you were on your way, leaving Crocodile on his lonesome.

It took a while, but he finally pushed himself into a seated position before getting to his feet. The feeling of your cum trickling down the insides of his thighs as the familiar heat of arousal burning inside him once more, making Crocodile shuffle towards the bathroom you had pointed him towards. Even though you had just left, he could still get himself off a few more times from just the memory alone.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be disciplined by you, he wondered how you’d react if he caused issues with your smuggling routes. The idea sent a line of heat up his spine as he stepped into the shower, hand quickly traveling between his thighs, fingers burying themselves into his still sensitive hole, fantasies of hungry glare and cruel fingers filling his mind.

[shanalikeanna]

The only thing more distracting than his voice is his tongue. Like if I wasn’t convinced to do anything he wanted before……..ugh Doffy my body is a kingdom and you can take it over ANY day….

@physics-of-one-piece @mandiemegatron @shanalikeanna

another scene was requested in dub. that “now, now…” mmmm sounds very… you know… woof

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-two:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

She sat mere inches away from his face. Both of their lips just barely ajar at his sudden, heartfelt confession. He didn’t mean it. She thought. I didn’t mean to say it. He thought.

The tears that were welling up in his eyes were now drifting down the creases of his face. He looked absolutely broken in their stunned moment of silence. (Y/N) took a deep breath. He clearly was waiting on a reply.

“You don’t mean that.” She whispered, throat raw from drinking.

Doflamingo's face contorted into one of utter despair. He lowered his head, looking into his own hands.

“Don’t say that…” His voice quivered through tight teeth; fists clenched now.

“Doffy…” She begged him to look up at her without words.

He hesitated.

“Hey…” She placed a hand on both of his.

The size difference between the two was something that couldn’t be ignored. He had big palms and long, slender fingers. They were double the size of a normal mans. Her touch made his posture soften. Finally, he peered up at her, rouge tears dripping from his jaw.

“Please… I love you… Don’t deny me…” He pleaded pitifully.

She looked down, biting at her bottom lip as she gripped his thumb.

“This isn’t you. You’re drunk. I think you should lay down.” She gestured to the pillows behind them.

He shook his head earnestly.

“No… No. Not until you hear me.” He slurred in protest.

(Y/N) sighed, letting go of his hand and rubbing both hands against her face, smearing her makeup.

“Okay fine. What do you have to say then?” She placed her hands in her lap, giving him a patient and nurturing look.

Doflamingo looked stunned. Like he didn’t have anything he really wanted to say. And the truth was, he had a million things to say. But not now. Now he was completely blank. He just wanted her to say it back.

The two of them just stared at one another. (Y/N) expectantly, and Doflamingo in awe that she was willing to listen after his outburst. She wasn’t scared. Not right now. He was weak. Not physically of course, no. But emotionally.

Tears threatened to spill from underneath the sunglasses that hid his eyes. He choked them down, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. Only he couldn’t bring himself to. He just opened and closed his mouth. The lump in his throat prevented him from doing so.

He’d never felt so weak. So helpless. Yet she was the only one he wanted. The only thing that could cure his ailment.

(Y/N) felt guilty. She was absolutely shitfaced too. Hell, maybe more than him. Yet she had to push her inebriation to the side and tend to the wounded man before her. She feared that soon he would lash out if he didn’t receive the care, he so desperately craved.

“It’s okay…” (Y/N) placed a cool hand to his cheek, wiping away his tears with her thumb.

His breath caught in his throat as soon as he felt her fingertips on his skin. He inhaled sharply. Doflamingo felt like he was in a daze. As if she had entranced him. He had always felt so in control but now… Now he felt like she owned him.

“Don't do this to me…” He begged breathily.

She paused.

“Don’t do what...?” She asked softly, tilting her head.

However, he didn’t care to elaborate. He wasn’t even sure what he meant. Don’t what? Don’t touch me? Don’t ignore me? Don’t hate me? Don’t make me feel this way? He didn’t know. He just hoped that whatever it was she was doing, she’d stop soon.

She had driven him out of his mind since he caught her. With each day spent, as well as each night they slept side by side, he had been slowly falling deeper and deeper. And he hadn’t even noticed. As far as he knew, she was just his most recent fixation.

To be fair, he had never been so infatuated before. Of course he had seen pretty women, unique, strong, smart, rich. None of them caught his attention like she did. He thought this was all for fun. That she’d be a perfect addition to his family. He never expected her to burrow so deeply into his brain.

She was everything he hated. Soft, weak, delicate, passive. She just went with the flow, and he was the flow. They couldn’t be any more different. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear his thoughts away from her. She was always there. Her image would flash in his mind, almost like a cruel joke. Like his body was taunting him for his adoration.

She wasn’t just a future lover to him. No, she was so much more than that. She was a wife, mother, daughter, pet… Soulmate. His twin flame even. They were two sounds torn apart by the universe and he—no, Kuma—had brought them back together.

It was beyond fate. They were destined to become one again. They’d rule together as equals—

“Uh…. Doffy..?”

Her voice broke through his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, I…. “ He swallowed hard, cutting himself off.

“Go ahead… It’s okay.” She tried to sound gentle, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Instead, he just collapsed. Almost immediately at her touch, as if it hurt him. He threw himself into her lap and began to sob silently. His shoulders shook with his cries. After a moment he tried to speak incoherently through his sobs.

(Y/N) was indeed taken aback by him throwing himself into her arms. She’d never seen him behave this way before and she was almost certain no one else had either. Regardless of how surprised she truly was, she kept her composure and attempted to soothe the beast.

“Huh...?” She leaned in closer, placing a hand on his back as he cried, trying to make out what he was saying.

He lifted his face from her thighs. He didn’t face her. Just stared down into her lap. A string of saliva connected his lips to her dress.

“Please…” He begged again. “Please…” He gripped her dress with both hands as he finally lifted his head to face her.

He placed his right cheek down on her lap, letting the tears fall onto the fabric.

“You can’t leave me… I’m begging you.” He sniffled like a grown child.

She shushed him, stroking his blonde hair. This was the first time she had felt a true connection with him. Her heart swelled with guilt. She exhaled deeply before cooing softly to him.

“I won’t leave.” She falsely promised.

She knew she would have to leave someday. She wasn’t going to stay with him forever. But for now, it wasn’t a lie. She meant it.

“Can we lay down?” She spoke to him in a tone reserved for children and animals.

He faltered for a moment. Then, with his lips parted, he nodded.

“Good. Thank you.” She stroked his hair all the way down to his chin in one slow, soft, movement.

He shivered at her touch. He was utterly enamored. Doflamingo then pulled his head from her lap, pushing himself upright on the bed. He wiped his face on his sleeve in an attempt to compose himself. He stood on his two wobbly feet as he began to shed his clothes. He stood unsteady beside the bed, in nothing but zebra print briefs and his signature shades.

(Y/N) stared up at the weakened tyrant before her. He seemed stronger now, still vulnerable, but he was holding himself better now. She was still in her dress. The dress that was now soaked in his tears.

“I’m going to change. Then I’ll be in bed. Okay?” She asked.

He nodded of course. What would he say? No?

Once changed, she returned to find Doflamingo sprawled out on top of the sheets, completely knocked out. He was flat on his back, looking like a starfish in a speedo. There was hardly any room for her in the bed as he was dead center.

As she approached the bed, she stared at him. She knew he wouldn’t wake. He was far too drunk. She just stood at the edge of the bed and watched as his chest heaved with each breath. It felt like she was watching a tiger at the zoo. Like she was on the other side of the glass. Safe. She could finally stare at him without having to worry about grabbing his attention.

She could only imagine what he’d say if he saw her staring at him like this.

“See something you like, pajarito?” He’d tease.

“I can take it all off if you’d prefer.” He’d flirt.

But for now. She could look without fear. (Y/N) took in his appearance as a whole. He was truly a beautiful man. His tanned skin, his well-defined muscles that protruded. Despite his age, the skin on his body was taut around the muscles. No wrinkles in sight.

That was until she moved to his face. He had just a hint of lines on his forehead from scowling as well as faint smile lines alongside his cheeks. Doflamingo's face was just as beautiful. He looked so relaxed. His defined jawline, high gorgeous cheekbones, it all suited him so.

Oh, how she wished she could see his eyes. She wondered what color they were. Blue? Brown? Maybe even red. What was he hiding under there? Did he have scars? Was he secretly blind? Maybe he’s wall-eyed? The thought made her smile.

Imagine. The Donquioxte Doflamingo, looking in two different directions. A weakness he tried to hide. She shook her head, ridding herself of the insulting thoughts. She sighed and crawled into bed next to him, trying to not stir the sleeping giant.

Doflamingo dreamed hard that night. Tossing and turning the whole time. Thankfully, (Y/N) was too exhausted to wake while he was having night terrors. He moaned and groaned in his sleep, muttering names that no longer had meaning.

He dreamed of him. Rosinante.

He dreamed of him often. He wouldn’t say it, but the guilt and regret ate him alive on the daily. The dream was always the same every time. It was the day he killed him. Gun to his brother’s face as the snow fell around them.

The gunshot always woke him. But not this time, no. He shot his brother. As he did every night. But this time, he wanted to look. To see his brother’s face once he was dead. But it wasn’t him. Rosinante wasn’t the one dead in the snow. It was (Y/N). There was a bullet dead in the center of her forehead. He didn’t shoot Rosi in the face. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. So why did he do it to her? Blood pooled from her pouty lips, her eyes milky and empty.

Her body then began to rot before him. Her skin pulled tight against her skeleton as her body decayed. Her once (S/C) skin was now gray and covered in maggots. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to wake himself. With a gasp, he shot upright in bed. His heart thudded in his chest. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. It was late. Past two. All of the guests had left his mansion. No one had come looking for their king. He missed half of his party.

Meanwhile, his other half lay soundly asleep beside him, Karma between them. She mewed up at him. Almost as if she was asking if he was alright. He calmed himself. The images still flashing in his mind, but he tried to push it away.

He reached a hand out to stroke Karma’s fur. She purred in thanks, closing her eyes as he lulled her to sleep again. He then turned his attention towards (Y/N)'s sleeping form on the other side of the mattress. The memories of what he had said, what he had done. It all hit him at once.

His face turned bright right. He was absolutely humiliated. He cupped his face with both hands. How could he behave like that? Especially in front of someone who was supposed to be beneath him. It was disgraceful. He was a king, and she was his plaything. And yet there he was, bawling his eyes out, clinging to her dress.

He threw himself back onto the pillows, grabbing one and covering up his face. He couldn’t bear to look at her. He feared he may wake her and start his nonsense again. How would he deal with this tomorrow? What would he say when the family inevitably asked about his disappearance?

He grumbled into his pillow. He’d deal with it tomorrow. But for now, he was exhausted and hungover. He needed to sleep