moonbaby26

[moonbaby26]

Basically exactly what happened in the manga. He has mommy issues, k? 🤣 Ability to use haki is a requirement of higher marine ranks though. And with Tsuru being of an older generation, I’m pretty much certain she can beat the brakes off that boy with a haki infused shoe, belt, or rolled up news coo paper angry nana style. …and he would still enjoy it. 😝

I think he's into gilfs.

Tsuru specifically.

#discipline #i’msorrysengoku #lookawaykuma #donquixote doflamingo #one piece doflamingo #doffy #op doflamingo #doflamingo one piece #tsuru doflamingo #tsuru one piece #one piece fanart #doflamingo tsuru #bartholomew kuma #sengoku the buddha

[moonbaby26]

Title: The Nest

(Chapter 7 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader (referenced), Smoker x Reader (referenced)

Chapter Warnings: non con elements, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, possessive/controlling relationship, hint of exhibitionism, implied past physical and/or sexual abuse to reader

Chapter Synopsis: You must now fulfill your previous promise to Doflamingo, beginning your stay on the island of Scylla with him. Alone with the warlord again at last, he’s further becoming everything you’d feared and needed all at once.

Chapters: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7

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The days back at sea came and went one after another. Thankfully, Vice Admiral Momonga was someone you got along with well. He was a bit serious, but clear in any expectations for his crew, which made life easy for you. Because there was then more doing than thinking, regardless of the twisting emotions still inside of you.

And with Momonga being your interim commanding officer, you had also put in your request for shore leave direct with him. He’d told you that even HQ was having trouble reaching Tsuru except for the shortest status reports now. So you had no chance for contact with her anyway.

On orders of the world government, Tsuru and your normal crew had pushed the rebels on Lyra even higher into the mountains there. Unfortunately, it’d also become more of a waiting game of starving those remaining freedom fighters out as the marine blockade had cut off all other supplies to the island.

But the extreme terrain of peaks and valleys there also made it difficult to get out proper transmissions, save for the briefest bursts with weather permitting. 

Though you weren’t worried. Because someone like Tsuru wouldn’t be outsmarted by the rebels’ untrained forces. It was only a matter of time before the world government accepted the enemy’s surrender to reinstate the previous royal family there instead.

And nobility like that was actually the only reason Momonga’s ship would be stopping at the island of Scylla as well. Once you’d been aboard, you’d found out those additional details that that part of the voyage would be an escort mission.

Some high blooded man and his two sons were all heading to Scylla for a few days of rubbing elbows with their fellow upper crust. All of them wealthy and connected enough to have a vice admiral like Momonga at their beck and call as a bodyguard at least.

The vice admiral had given you no trouble with your own request either though. Three days and nights of shore leave had all been approved. After safely delivering the escorted nobles, Momonga would be docking at the nearby marine port on one of Scylla’s satellite islands. And you would get to stay on the mainland and then reconvene with his crew when they came to recollect that same royal family a few days later.

But the closer the start date drew, the more anxiety gripped you. Until the night finally came where you found yourself still unable to properly sleep, standing on deck again just before sunrise to the lower ranks’ surprise. 

The wind was somewhat cold, bringing up an ocean spray along with it as you’d stepped against the ship’s railing to view those distant lights of Scylla becoming sharper and sharper on the horizon at last.

You could hear the skeleton crew of the night watch calling out their standard protocols. Announcing land in sight, and determining the headings for the helmsman to begin turning the ship towards harbor.

But something in your stomach had tightened even further as the port did begin to become visible. Because from even there you could recognize the docks already full of other ships in the dim moonlight. Ones clearly from all makes and nationalities.

You were wondering if one of them was discreetly Doflamingo’s. Even though he’d given you his supposedly private, most direct number what was now almost three weeks ago, you had not used it yet for any late night “check in” as he’d called it.

Because Momonga had approved the exact dates you’d first told the warlord. Nothing had changed on your side. 

And you’d been correct in your assumption too that there’d be no private quarters for you on this ship. You’d hardly been alone the entire time, and never felt comfortable enough to try and force the chance to be.

You’d wanted to do more than just talk with Doflamingo as well. A call alone would not have satisfied you even if you’d had the time.

Yet what if the pirate wasn’t even here yet? Or what if he was just jerking you along the entire time? You knew you would have to call him today to confirm a meeting time at the church regardless.

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And later that morning you finally had made an excuse about needing to call the mainland to verify arrival with a place you would have rented a room at. But in reality, there was no such reservation. Your intent had always been to stay with the warlord only, just as you’d promised him.

Yet if Doflamingo ditched you, you would have then changed the story to say that the imaginary room had been double booked and given away already. A believable notion for as high traffic as this island was currently.

As it was then though, you’d somewhat hid away in an armory room. Rifles were racked up behind you while you’d dialed the number Doflamingo had given you, standing with your shoulder pressed to the wooden wall as the marine snail rang and rang.

The level of anxiety that returned to you as that phone continued to ring for far too many times was embarrassing too. Almost enough to make you hang up and just assume you were on your own before the click of a connection made you stand up straighter within the dark room.

“What?” Came the familiar male voice, albeit still sounding as if he’d just been woken up and wasn’t at all pleased about it. He didn’t even say his name either. But he must not need to if this was really such a direct line.

“Our ship has docked.” You said instead of any greeting either. “If you still want to meet me, I have an escort assignment I have to finish first for some duke and his kids. And then I’ll be free to go into town off duty. I should be able to get to the church by eleven hundred.” The shorter you could keep this conversation, the better as you’d just dumped all that information immediately onto him.

There was an uncomfortably long pause as well. And then, “Well good morning to you too.” Finally came as a rather snide retort. Followed by, “So in other words…you’re waiting for some other man to wake up just so you can play servant girl to him?”

You frowned immediately at his fresh attitude. What was he so pissy about already? “Sounds like you were still sleeping yourself” You countered.

But there was an additional irritated grunt at that as Doflamingo’s voice got even sharper. “I was awake until just three hours ago making every call possible so that I could clear my schedule for you today, brat.” 

“So you’re here already?” You asked for that confirmation anyway, choosing just to disregard the rest to keep this conversation moving.

“Of course I am.” And he did sound somewhat more awake there before continuing. “So you said eleven? Fine. I’ll meet you in the church by then.” It was the easiest landmark you’d both agreed to before.

“Alright. I’ll be there. The upper level.” You still suggested more specifically next. That gallery would hopefully be less crowded than the main floor today. And a better view for you truthfully, who had still never seen any of it.

“Yes. Don’t keep me waiting.” Was his only additional reply though. Terse really before the connection ended in another loud click.

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For the nobles you were with, they had indeed slept until the very last moment. Only by almost ten did they suddenly have more sense of urgency to disembark. They wanted off the “dirty” marine vessel and to get to whatever higher end accommodations they’d made on the island. 

You’d had to listen to them berate one another as well as you’d still waited while they gathered their things. The father was insistent with his sons, telling them to put their masks on as per carnival traditions. And all other kinds of comments as he urged them to look presentable and in fashion for the holiday.

Because they would not shut up about it, you knew they were attending some ball tomorrow night and the duke was expecting his boys to find equally high born dates today to invite there. All with the goal of said dates becoming political wives of significant dowry apparently. 

But the boys were young and too busy whining about the cold, about the dampness of the fine mist still coming off of the sea, and any other matter of trivial things.

One of the other sailors made eye contact with you amidst it all and you saw him roll his eyes dramatically at their persistent complaining.

And you’d finally smirked a little at that, just before another heavy bag was thrown on top of the other two you were already balancing for the nobles. 

“Do not drop that! The contents are fragile.” One of the boys scolded you. 

Then why had they thrown it at you? “Yes, my lord.” You answered in feigned respect, though they couldn’t even be bothered to glance at your face to notice the insincerity of your expression.

More than one marine was trying not to laugh by then too though. But the naive royals, cousins to some king or something, still didn’t pick up on any of that mockery before they finally exited the gangplank. 

Though still complaining all the while as the fancy heels on their boots then tried to catch on the seams between the wooden slats. Especially with the ship still bobbing up and down slightly as the waters shifted against the dock.

The fools had no sea legs at all. You would have taken them by the arm like children to assist them, but you didn’t want to be yelled at either for daring to ever touch them with your filthy peasant hands.

So you just had to watch as they stumbled and bitched while you and the rest of your marines walked down smoothly even with balancing the ridiculous amount of bags and boxes they’d saddled you all with.

A horse drawn carriage awaited your guests once on land though. And it was a blessing as soon as they were in it with the door shut to not have to hear them any longer.

That was when one of those other sailors looked back to you. A lieutenant just below your own rank. “Captain, we can take it from here. We’ll play as bell hops the rest of the way to their villa. The Vice Admiral said you had shore leave starting today. So get out of here and go enjoy it.”

“You sure?” You asked anyway as you’d handed off the bags you’d been carrying. They were now being loaded, some on top and some below the carriage.

“Positive. This is a waste of time enough already.” He answered, then somewhat purposefully throwing the bag they’d specifically said was fragile roughly to the carriage’s bottom storage.

“Alright then. See you all in a few days.” You certainly weren’t going to argue with him if escape was finally offered of course.

So as the other marines followed that carriage, still acting as security for it, you had backtracked to board Momonga’s ship again instead. You quickly changed out of uniform and gathered your single small duffel bag before heading alone back down the gangplank and towards town.

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It did feel a little surreal just walking on your own once you got further into the city however. Everyone ignoring you as you had to turn this way or that not to strike shoulders when the crowds of tourists bottle necked in some areas.

You were far more accustomed to being in formation with your crew, and always all in uniform whenever you moved through places on patrol. People tended to give marines a wider berth. Either from respect or fear depending on which side of the law they found themselves on.

So to be disregarded so fully was still strange as you kept moving through the narrow streets trying to take in everything while you passed one new thing after another.

You could smell the different street foods being cooked and sold. And the fresh flowers and decorative garlands as well that many were purchasing to wear in addition to their masks.

Carnival had begun in full force on the island. But you were just an observer here, not a participant. You were only appreciating the elaborate spectacle and decorations that you doubted you’d ever get the chance to see again.

Because so many stars had had to line up just to make this visit happen. And as you rounded another corner, walking along one of those clear canals and the gondolas ferrying people up and down them, you had at last found the main square.

Lights were hung up on strings between the many lamp posts. Leaving you to imagine  what it must look like up close at night as you’d passed additional booth after booth of food and other carnival vendors.

But this town square was massive, large enough for all of it and more as you realized some people were already dancing even this early in the day. Musicians were playing as you watched couples enjoying themselves, moving together to the music. 

Others sat at the outdoor tables, drinking and laughing. What you assumed was likely sparkling wine was in bottles already open, sitting in buckets of ice even in the cool air as they snacked on antipasti plates of all kinds of foods.

You saw some sort of stuffed pasta that looked amazing too when you’d yet to eat a thing today, but you had to remember the mission at hand.

Which was still rather impossible to forget as you now stared up to the towers of the old church at the center of it all. Just like the photos in your book from years ago, those spires and the flying buttresses supporting them seemed to scrape the sky. 

And even from here, the stained glass took up so much of the remaining surface area, as you wondered if it’d really be the rainbow of colors inside that you’d always envisioned.

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Once within those walls, it was crowded there too. But far quieter as people milled about, taking in the intricate stonework, tapestries, and marble statues of the saints. Yet those statues were only newer additions of course. Works commissioned by the world government within just the last five hundred years or so. Each statue honoring one of the founding families of Mariejois.

The legends were that this building had once been used to worship something far older than even those Celestial Dragons though. But you didn’t care about any of that today as you finally got to look up at all the still original stained glass above you.

The largest main window was a representation of the sun, with hues of yellows, oranges, and reds mixing with the light from all the other windows. But races from all over the world were represented in those many secondary windows too, like weaving a story long forgotten. Fishmen and merpeople, giants, minks, and more. Even those humans with wings that you had been told by Tsuru really existed on islands somewhere in the sky.

Candles were lit here and there too, though not really needed for all the light still being cast across the limestone floors in the daylight.

And as you looked further up, the vaulted ceilings were painted blue like the sky, with gold leaf stars peppering throughout to reflect that sunlight from the windows even further. 

But while you walked beneath so much history, you were also already heading towards one of the spiral staircases that lead up to the gallery. This was a large balcony that was thought to accommodate even more worshippers in the extremely distant past.

Your watch said it was a quarter until eleven when you’d climbed the stairs. You knew your feet had slowed while you’d been taking in all the sights. But you weren’t late. And as you’d sat on the closest pew to the railing, you left your bag beside you while you still looked out over everything in a bit of disbelief.

Clouds must have been shifting in the real skies outside as the sun danced through the windows now. You were not religious by any means, but sitting alone here as you watched those colors moving across the floors, you finally had some of that moment you’d been seeking.

You were seeing something you didn’t think you’d ever deserve or be able to. Because as you’d been told so very many times, you were no one, nothing. And this place and its beauty was not for your kind. But somehow you’d finally made it here regardless.

Even if it wasn’t with Kuzan, or Smoker, or anyone else who could have shared this with you and actually understood the significance.

You’d swallowed at that lonely thought too, just watching the people wandering below who now looked so much smaller to you. No connection really felt with them as you used the back of your hand to wipe that faintest hint of new moisture from your eyes.

If the warlord did come, he’d surely think you an idiot if you were emotional before him yet again. He’d caught you crying in Mariejois. And he’d made you cry in Sabaody. Here in Scylla, it didn’t need to become three times to make it a habit.

But it was turning into one, wasn’t it? Despite your best efforts. A dangerous cycle too, as if this growing weakness alone was what truly summoned and fed that man. The way you kept feeling more detached and unsated from any thought that wasn’t about him. 

And your breath did still catch when this game suddenly began again, that instinct of fight or flight becoming just another familiarity to you too as long fingers wrapped around your throat.

Doflamingo had arrived early.

But you could feel the warmth in his grip as well. Even with his nails pushing against your pulse point. Your heartbeat literally in his hands as he stood behind you then.

It wasn’t the same as Mariejois or Sabaody though. If he wanted to fight you here, he already would have. 

You were only being tested now as the words finally came.

“You never called me in all these weeks, woman…not until this morning. Have you really been so busy?” Was the very first thing he asked. That tone of insult as clear as the sunlight all around you.

And only then did you finally understand his earlier attitude.

This goddamn fragile man.

“They would have been suspicious if I’d segregated myself. I was never alone.” You spoke with quiet purpose, even with your throat still pressed by his hand.

“You found time this morning,” he reminded you.

“Barely a few minutes. That wouldn’t have satisfied either of us.” You contended sincerely next. You knew he had to notice your escalating heart rate against his hand though.

Maybe even the growing heat too. Some might be your haki just under the surface, readying to defend your throat by reflex alone. But there was definitely more to it. You felt it in your chest as those same fingers of his loosened enough to briefly stroke your jaw instead.

“I missed you.” He said.

And your lips parted in a little surprise as his fingertips ghosted across them. Just before he released you entirely, then walking around the end of that pew to slide in to sit beside you. 

Like this was just the most natural thing in the world when Doflamingo’s hip pressed against yours and his arm hooked around your shoulders. 

The warlord pulled you against him in one fluid movement, the two of you then sitting tightly together while he looked past the balcony railing as well, taking in the view of everything now below you both.

But you were only looking at him. He was in an all black suit for once, the fabric perfectly tight and tailored to his long frame. No feather coat to speak of either.

The only two pops of color were a crimson red tie tucked into the vest beneath his suit jacket. And the matching blood red carnival mask which covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose in replacement of his usual glasses.

The mask had built in lenses though, still hiding him regardless even as he finally smiled darkly down at you, realizing your obvious stare.

“You’re looking a bit smitten, woman,” He taunted, taking your chin again with one hand. “I clean up well. Don’t I?”

But he didn’t care if you actually answered that. It was clear what kind of greeting Doflamingo really wanted as he leaned further down to capture your mouth with his already.

And you didn’t resist him. Not this time. Neither of you caring that this was still a church either as his tongue had quickly slid inside your mouth.

Though you did pull back again as soon as the demon’s surprisingly sharp teeth had nipped your bottom lip next. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bleed this time.

“Once bitten, twice shy?” He mocked through a chuckle regardless. And his arm that had still been around your shoulders shifted enough for him to bring a hand over one of your breasts to squeeze it harshly.

Painfully in fact, right through your shirt as you made a noise of discomfort.

He straightened back up as you did, but still looking down at you. Those white teeth glinting as he smirked. “I’m just hungry is all. Can’t I have a bite?”

“There’s plenty of food outside.” You finally spoke in a huff then, but continuing to look at him with an odd fascination. It was just so different seeing him dressed this way, no matter how brutish he was already behaving.

It did remind you of the suits he used to wear in the North Blue. But you hadn’t thought of him as anything but a thug then. Though he was far more dangerous and much stronger today.

“It’s rude to stare without following through, lover.” He broke that new silence though, simultaneously moving his hand lower to slip it beneath the bottom edge of your shirt as he said so. 

And before you could even protest, he’d forced that same hand past the waistband of your pants as you felt his fingers dig in over the top of your underwear. 

He squeezed your mound possessively as he still smiled at you. “This treasure is getting all of me later, healed or not. I hope you understand that. I’ve been celibate for fucking weeks now, woman. It has not been fun.”

And in that single moment his words were somehow more shocking than the literal handful of you that he was now molesting for any onlooker who may walk by on the balcony.

“There’s no way that’s true.” You still managed to say as his fingers started to push aside the thin strip of fabric between your legs and touch flesh next. In your mind, there was no way in heaven or hell that a man like this would willfully abstain.

But his head tilted as his smile faded at that. “You really do have a lot of nerve…first brushing me off, because you’re just so ‘busy’ on your new ship. And then calling me a liar as well?” His fingers hooked a little harder at those words, already edging your entrance.

And as you tried reflexively to close your legs at the additional aggression, you still didn’t back down from him.

“Well what reason would you have? That doesn’t make sense.” 

But he just pulled you even closer then, forcing your legs further open with his other arm as he brought you into his lap.

“Because I wanted to fast before my next feast. So quit being such a bitch. This is what you wanted isn’t it? Me all to yourself?”

And you tensed as one of his fingers did slide inside of you. He wasn’t being gentle now at all as he started thrusting it in and out of your resisting channel soon after.

“Yes. I want it…” you finally relented though. Realizing some other people were starting to come up the staircase to the balcony. You would let him do this if he would just take it somewhere more private. “But not here.” You purposefully let your tone go more into that pleading range at that. Trying to appeal to his ego then if it meant being spared this public exhibition. “Please.”

And that ploy actually worked. “Then clean this off.” Was the command that came next as he growled slightly, hand pulling out of your pants just as abruptly at your change in tone. But he brought those now wet digits in front of your face for you to follow through with his new order.

The logical side of your mind knew that saliva would be no cleaner than the slick of you already on his fingers. But it was clearly the demeaning act itself that he wanted from you. 

You knew too that in moments you’d be in view of those strangers still rounding the staircase. So you could either comply, or you were sure he’d make you do it in front of them instead.

There were mere seconds to decide as you opened your mouth and he immediately slid his fingers inside. The taste was strange while you sucked them just long enough to appease him. And just before those other tourists reached the top of the steps to walk past you.

He withdrew his hand with a chuckle before being seen, as if it really all was so fun. “See? Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He was still grinning too, even as you felt him wipe his hand dry of your spit against your clothed thigh afterward.

Regardless of your non answer though, he did seem more relaxed after this display of submission, looking back out to the church again as his arm went around your waist.

“So are you going to tell me why you wanted this place so badly? You don’t exactly strike me as the pious type.”

The pirate’s tone may finally be more neutral now as well. Yet you still knew that if he thought you were hiding anything from him, it was just going to put him into a terrible mood all over again. And that version of Doflamingo was not the one you wanted to spend your shore leave with.

So you had no choice but to answer. And truthfully at that. 

“It’s not important. There was just this book I had when I was a kid. It had so many pictures of this island and the church. So I’d always look at it whenever I needed to be somewhere else for a while. That’s all.”

And you waited afterward, just for some snide or cruel comment in response to that childish admission. Ready for his next barb as your eyes went back to those radiant windows.

But the warlord’s hand had moved up, rubbing your back almost gently instead as he simply responded.

“Then this was your escape.”

“Yeah.” You just agreed. And you could feel his stare on you. That way you were already getting used to when he was truly analyzing you. “What else do you want to know?” You still asked next under that scrutiny.

You saw the slight upturn of his mouth in the corner of your eye as well. A smirk that didn’t fully form. Maybe you had surprised him a little there. But it wasn’t an offer he was going to pass up either.

“Tell me what you did before Tsuru then. Before you were a marine.” 

And his hand was under your chin again, capturing it and turning your face so that you couldn’t look away from him either as he awaited your answer.

Why he should give a damn about your past was as nonsensical as anything else to you though. You knew there was nothing unique in the things you’d suffered. 

“The same as anyone from my town…I stole to eat. I hid to live.”

“Hid from who?” He insisted regardless. His grip on your jaw tightening a little again.

“My mom’s bosses. And her customers.” You just replied plainly. The emotion to those memories a lot more numb after this many years. “But she’s dead.” You were still quick to clarify though. You had no living family if he was thinking there was anyone else to exploit. “She worked in a brothel.”

You saw Doflamingo’s expression change, if ever so slightly. And as insane as it was, you swore it was that flicker of jealousy again. Even if he did ask more carefully then. “Did they make you work there too?”

“No.” You were also quick to confirm. Though trying not to show your discomfort in the idea that he may still care more that someone else had hypothetically had you, than the immorality of an underaged girl being a victim there at all.

“But they tried to….didn’t they?” He was definitely making the right assumptions none the less though. It took an evil man to understand another one you supposed.

“Sometimes.” You admitted. Yet you’d always managed to slip away before clothes could come off or anything could truly happen. And if not, you’d go to plan B with those men. “I’d make them so mad that they would rather hit me instead. That worked if I couldn’t get away otherwise.”

Doflamingo shifted on the pew, and you couldn’t tell if he was actually finally bothered by this as he smiled. The smile was definitely not a happy one.

“You’ve always been clever, haven’t you?” He told you.

No, you’d just done what you had to. 

But he rubbed your back one more time before sliding you out of his lap so that he could stand up again.

You watched him straighten his suit jacket and tie too, a clear vanity still evident there before he slid one hand into his pants pocket. 

His other hand then stretched out for you to take it and stand up beside him as well. But he didn’t let go of it afterward either, wanting you to follow him as he held your hand in his own. “Let’s go get you decent, and then we’ll go eat some fucking food already. I’m starved.”

You’d put the strap of your bag over your shoulder to go with him. And of course you were already wondering what he had in mind for making you “decent”. Yet your concerns on that did fade a little as you’d noticed him hesitate once back on the first level of the church.

Doflamingo was still walking with you. But his gait had slowed when something to the right caught his eye.

And you tried to follow his gaze as he pulled you along really, but the only thing there were the statues of the saints which everyone had to pass back through in order to exit. Nineteen of them in fact for each of the original families.

You heard a low chuckle emit from him just as you thought he’d been looking at one statue in particular. But another tourist had stepped in front of it before you could read the dedication plaque as you passed.

And then you were both outside again in the sun.

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Doflamingo had had you leave your bag with some lackey of his that’d been waiting out there. They would take your things back to wherever it was that he was staying on the island.

But you didn’t really focus on any of that in this moment, still feeling like you’d fallen into some bizarre alternate reality as the warlord continued to lead you so personally by the hand.

In truth, there was still a power dynamic you could feel in that gesture even now. Not the simple affection it may be for any other couple. But on the outside at least, it was a convincing facsimile to that more innocent kind of attention.

A kind of care you couldn’t remember really experiencing before. Because Smoker was far too gruff to ever do such a silly thing as hold your hand. And Kuzan hadn’t liked public displays of affection either. Even as casual as the now admiral could be in uniform, he didn’t feel comfortable showing too much with you back then. At least not in front of the other enlisted. It was only a private thing for him, not something to be lauded over others.

But Doflamingo’s hand was tight around yours without hesitation in front of everyone as you kept up, walking side by side together through the cobblestone streets.

The first place he brought you to was some fancy store too. Evidently what he had meant by that earlier comment of making you more presentable as you’d crossed the threshold with him and realized just how out of your depth you immediately were here.

Because this was the kind of place those idiots you’d been escorting earlier would have shopped. Only for those people who had inherited far more money than sense as you immediately stared at some of the dresses and the intricate jewelry sparkling from locked cases.

You even moved closer to Doflamingo, feeling like you were only in the way as some women who you were certain were princesses from one country or another moved past with their servants in close heel behind them. 

But the pirate let go of your hand, sliding his arm around your waist instead when that had happened. Not paying any mind to the twittering of those girls as you did notice them look back at him.

They looked him over just as you had in the church actually before giggling back at each other. You were far from the only one thinking him distressingly attractive in that dark suit today.

But you realized he was only waiting for an attendant as one of the store employees quickly walked up to offer their assistance.

“My girlfriend here needs enough outfits for the rest of this week.” Doflamingo’s voice was a little different then, and you realized this must be his ‘talking to the help’ tone. Which as quickly as he shifted to that made you also wonder how a pirate, even a disgustingly rich one, would have learned to fit in so well in this type of place.

Though of course that heat immediately warmed your chest too at what he’d called you. Said as if it were actually true, not even a mocking smile as he’d called you his in front of these strangers.

And before you could fully accept any of that, he’d continued with even more, instructing the attendant.

“I want to pick the colors. And at least one dress needs to be good enough for the ball tomorrow.”

The what? Oh hell no.

You looked up at him, ready to argue then. But he just eased you forward, towards that shop worker as they’d pulled out a tailor’s tape to quickly begin taking your measurements. 

You didn’t have time to fight back then as you felt more like a damned show dog instead for as rapidly as the process went after that.

They’d had you in and out of the changing rooms as they pulled one dress after another. This necklace or that, these shoes or those.

And each time you were dressed again, you were being stood in front of Doflamingo. The man now sitting in his typical fashion, leaned back on an equally expensive looking couch as he’d judged each new ensemble.

You had no idea what he was truly looking for. But you could tell when some of the dresses met his approval more than others. His knees had spread open more from his place on the couch for a few of them. Likely no coincidence that they were usually the much tighter fitted ones on your body.

It was still hard to keep track of which dresses he’d asked them to box and which he’d asked them to put back. But you knew there was no way this wasn’t costing thousands of beri when it was all said and done.

You heard him tell the staff to have the accepted ones all delivered to where he was staying too. Save for the outfit and accessories which he wanted you to wear out of the store.

That one to wear now was a shorter dress than some of the others, but still high class you guessed. But then again, what did you know as you were already trying to get used to the heavy necklace and bracelet, plus the skimpy heels they’d paired with it. Everything else you’d came here with would also be sent back to his place.

You did see him pull out a large wad of paper beri from one pocket by the end, putting it on a silver tray they had brought with his receipt.

Of course your mind instantly wondered how many illicit dealings had it taken to acquire that cash as he’d only stood and rejoined you, taking you by the hand again.

As always, you couldn’t see his eyes, but you felt them moving over you as he finally smirked again when the attendants weren’t hovering as closely anymore.

He leaned down to speak lowly in your ear as well. “I’m tempted to just bring you home right now and fuck each other until tomorrow morning, woman.” 

And that smirk of his grew into a grin as he actually nipped that same ear of yours before whispering further into it.

“But as nice as your pussy is…” He’d moved the hand that was holding yours so that they both brushed low across your front then. “Eating this cunt alone won’t give me calories to burn. And I’ll need that energy for us tonight, won’t I?”

The renewed heat in your face to these lewd promises didn’t help anything of course. But, “I haven’t eaten anything today either,” was all you did agree with out loud at least, though leaning your head away a little for concern of him biting your ear harder the next time.

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Once back outside again, there was one more detour that he wanted to take before finally looking for food. He’d walked you up to one of those large booths selling all variations imaginable of the carnival masks.

“There were still marines here earlier. It couldn’t hurt to cover you up a bit more.” He mused, starting to look at the different ones. “…What kind of animal are you anyway, woman?”

Getting your own mask wasn’t a terrible idea given the circumstances. But you didn’t know how long you could tolerate something stuck to your face either as you looked back up at his crimson one.

“What is yours supposed to be then?” You asked him.

“Why the red death of course.” And the dark smile he gave in accompaniment to those words did give you pause.

But that unease swiftly dissolved again as he’d grabbed a black mask with a few feathers next and abruptly shoved it in front of you. “Here. The black swan.”

“You’re the bird, not me.” You immediately protested, even as he pressed the thing right over your eyes anyway. 

It didn’t have the built in lenses like his mask though, your eyes still able to be seen as you glowered up at him a little. 

But he didn’t care about that as he spoke, something about that mask seeming to trigger these new words. “Have you ever actually pissed off a swan, darling? They’re mean as sin once provoked. Especially if you come between them and their nest. Hissing beasts bit the shit out of me once.”

And he was just talking as he unstuck and restuck your mask to make it perfectly straight across the bridge of your nose. Some kind of light adhesive already lining the backing of all of them.

But you were listening of course. Because what a random thing for him to admit. “You had swans? Wouldn’t it make more sense to have flamingos?” You asked somewhat rudely, that bit of irritation in you needing an outlet anyway with the stupid thing now pressed on your face.

He’d paused at your question too, as if he really were considering how much to divulge in answer. But he only frowned a little, before still responding with an even deeper tidbit. “The swans were a long time ago. They were only my mother’s. And yes, I know. Some pirates get all into the animal theming, but I don’t have the time anymore. If we kept flamingos at the palace, one of my crew would forget to feed the fucking things and I’m sure they’d end up dead.”

“Which would end up dead, your crew or the birds?” You dared to quip right back. And maybe it was because you didn’t know what else to do as you realized Doflamingo actually had a mother who he remembered.

He hadn’t just spawned from a pit somewhere after all. But if she’d kept swans, was it some sort of a farm he’d come from then? Or could she actually afford them as just pets?

You had so many questions you knew were not yet time to ask. But your boldness about his potential punishments for his crew’s mistakes only made him smile again. Even as he reached in his pocket to pull out some more beri to pay the booth worker for your mask.

“Very funny, you brat. But I don’t harm my actual officers just for failure. If I put them on a task above their ability, then that fault is mine.” Which was a rather level headed notion actually. Though he did finish with something far more what you would have expected. “In my inner circle, only betrayal is an instant execution. As I’ve warned you before I’m sure.”

And his hand squeezed yours a little tighter there as the two of you still walked on together.

But this was not a subject you wanted to put him back on. Too much of a risk when you still had days potentially alone together.

“There was some kind of pasta thing I saw someone with earlier. It looked really good.” You offered, trying to redirect the conversation to safer waters as you glanced around towards the food booths again. He’d already said how hungry he was more than once.

“An oversized ravioli wasn’t it? It looked like lobster inside.” He did answer you too, clearly having noticed that same dish at some point. But adding. “Lobster’s my favorite food if it is.”

This was good. He hadn’t put back up his full walls then. Though at the same time, him offering even these smallest details might only be a ploy to make you lower some more of your own defenses. One never knew with him. 

But despite all the overthinking you still had to do, you did like the feel of his hand still around yours. And the sometimes jealous stares of the strangers looking at you both as you’d passed them. They didn’t know he was actually a monster of course. Just as they didn’t know the two of you were supposed to be natural enemies instead of lovers.

To any outsider, you must look like just another couple enjoying the day. Especially when Doflamingo did smile again at the revelation that it really was generous portions of lobster tail meat stuffed into those ravioli. 

He’d ordered a large basket of it, or rather almost a bucket of the things to share. You had carried the basket while he and you both speared the individual pasta shells one after another with the forks they’d given you. Eating gladly at last as you’d walked and talked more together of unimportant things. Commenting about the city around you mostly, no more of those personal details just yet.

“You want a beer?” He’d asked you though once the ravioli was gone through later. Him even licking the remainder of that rich cream sauce from his fork before leaving it with the rest of the dirty plates and utensils that bus boys were continually clearing from the outdoor tables.

“I thought you were more the champagne, top shelf kind of guy.” You contended, referencing back to his previous teasing of you from that call weeks ago when these plans had first been laid.

“I am. Though I prefer the Cava from Dressrosa if we’re being specific.” He smirked, of course remembering that previous conversation as well. “But they have their own brewery here. It’s not that piss in a can shit you drink in Marineford I assure you.”

And so before you knew it, you were also sharing high dollar beers with the Heavenly Demon on this outdoor date together.

Adding alcohol to any fire was not the safest choice. But part of you really wanted to know what a buzzed Doflamingo could be like too. He’d already heard you plastered before. So there was no mystery there, though you swore you would not get that bad again anytime soon.

But the alcohol certainly helped maintain this growing comfort level as you’d seen him even perk up when one of the bands had started another song. One he apparently knew well as he started pulling you towards it.

“Oh, no. I am not going to dance right now. No way!” And not in heels like this surely as you tried to pull the opposite direction just as quickly.

“It’s a waltz, you idiot. There couldn’t be anything simpler.” He answered, one vice like hand still on yours as he drug you regardless. His other hand tilting up the rest of yet another bottle of their specialty beer as he downed it. 

He chunked the bottle after, which landed so perfectly in a far off trashcan that you were certain it’d had some string assistance.

Which that was the first time he’d used his powers since meeting you today that you’d noticed. And maybe it made him remember how easy cheating with them would be as well.

“Don’t make me puppet you.” He’d threatened when you’d still resisted. “I’ll lead, all you have to do is move your feet. If you can fight me and fuck me, then you can dance with me too. It’s just in the timing, woman.”

But again…how did a pirate even know how to waltz? This, plus the swans, and the way he’d talked down to the people in that fancy clothing store, like it was just as natural as breathing to him. The puzzle pieces just weren’t fitting. 

Because he could be so vulgar and unhinged in one moment, and yet moving with more authority and class than you’d seen from most royals in the next. Even though you did keep forgetting that he was also a king himself.

That title was just so hard to label him with in your own mind, when you’d all known him as only a pirate for far longer than the couple of years he’d now ruled Dressrosa.

But as he did take you into the area where the other couples were already dancing to that waltz, there was no denying that a real king likely would dance just this way as you felt his arm slip around your waist again.

You tried to copy him as he did lead with your hand raised in his other hand. But when you realized he was looking down at you as he easily went through the footsteps, you looked away in renewed awkwardness.

It was not like fighting him despite his suggestions. Because you were confident when fighting, even if losing. Here you just felt like a child trying not to step on his comparatively graceful feet.

You heard him sigh at your non commitment though, before he jerked his fingers up even without letting go of you and abruptly your feet did begin moving on their own.

“Stop it!” You fussed, trying not to let anyone else hear. Being controlled now was just as disconcerting as it’d been in Sabaody, even if the stakes felt lower here.

“Then quit half-assing this. I’ve seen you move those legs plenty of times. You’re far more coordinated than most. You’re just being stubborn.” But even with him chiding you and doing that work for you both then, he still had time to lean down and steal yet another kiss as you’d tried to bitch at him further.

Your additional protest was then muffled of course. But he didn’t stop there as that lewd tongue filled your mouth yet again. And even that wasn’t enough for him as he’d then withdrew it just to nip your own tongue sharply in his next movement.

Yet this time you did bite right back, enough to make a point at least. It was about all you could do after all, unable to move much otherwise below the neck with his parasite ability still in control.

Oh, but your returned aggression only backfired. Because he absolutely liked it, escalating things that much more as you felt your hand which had been on his back get pulled down and around against your will next. You were just a marionette again as your hand slid between the two of you instead and right over his crotch.

“Doflamingo.” You warned lowly, unable to stop your fingers from then cradling him just as he wanted.

“Doffy,” He corrected you this time though. “That’s what my family calls me.”

“I’m not your crew.” You reminded.

“I didn’t say that you were,” he agreed, even as he made your hand tighten on what was clearly the bulge of him beneath that fabric. 

But he was smirking hungrily yet again as he purposefully twitched his cock within his pants just enough for you to feel it too. Your hold on him still concealed from the others the way he now had your bodies pressed together.

“Are you ready to head back to my villa now, woman? I think I’ve had enough of this restrictive suit for today.”

“Take off your strings and we’ll go.” You replied.

“Well, are you going to be a good girl and call me Doffy like I’ve asked while you take all of this?” He purred back, twitching his still mostly soft length against your hand again.

Your eyebrows raised. It felt weird to say, but you were sure it would be far from the worst thing he’d ever ask you to repeat.

“Yes, Doffy.” You submitted again on this at least, letting him have another win as you looked up at him expectantly.

His lips pulled back in a decidedly wicked response at that too before he’d kissed you roughly again and the strings fell back away.

“Come on then. I’ll show you the way home,” He breathed against your ear before yanking you back from the band and the other still dancing couples.

And as the two of you started to walk again, you were just realizing how dark it was already getting. Vaguely you remembered now about Scylla having shorter daylight hours than most islands.

Yet as you were still thinking that, a sudden boom and a flash of colors had you looking further up. And Doflamingo did as well as the next firework went off and then another and another.

They were pretty, but he’d already made up his mind of the only thing he wanted now as he pulled you along again.

You could watch it all though as he lead. You now looking up at him and the Scyllian architecture passing to the left and right under the continued pops and hisses of the multicolored fireworks.

More people were walking on every street, some pausing to watch the show above as music and scents came and went as you still passed different musicians and vendors even now. The scope of carnival here extending well beyond just the center of the city.

You realized how many days it really would have taken to see it all, more than you had time for before he finally brought you to the high gate of a villa which faced one of the canals. 

He fished in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a key to unlock the gate which was nearly flush to a stone archway above, then guiding you through it beside him before shutting and locking it again.

Gas lanterns burned to light another cobblestone path beyond as you realized the villa was far deeper than it was wide. The entryway going back into a private courtyard with a fountain and what looked to be olive trees and even grape vines in planters. But you barely had time to appreciate any of it before he was pulling you up an outdoor staircase that went to the upper levels of the home from the outside.

“It’s beautiful.” You couldn’t help but say anyway as he’d opened a double set of glass doors into a long hallway.

“I thought you’d like it,” he did answer you though.

It even smelled good you realized. There was probably a kitchen downstairs. But then he’d opened another door after he’d lead you down the hall and you realized you were already standing in what had to be the master bedroom as he shut the door back behind you both. 

The room was gently lit with a couple of oil lanterns already burning. And you very briefly recognized your own duffel bag on the floor near a dresser. There was another large set of glass doors already opened onto a different balcony as well, the curtains on those doors shifting in the cool breeze coming in.

The scent of the ocean carried on the wind, and the sounds of the city as well. There was a table and chairs on that new balcony. It looked both elegant and cozy all at once.

But that was the last attention you were able to give the outside for now as you felt Doflamingo’s arms close around your waist soon after.

You took a breath, knowing he was done waiting. Yet as much you wanted this too, your body still remembered the pain of him. You couldn’t help but be nervous as you felt his mouth bear down on your neck all over again.

And his teeth too, but he didn’t bite hard. Not yet anyway before his hands were already deftly undoing his tie. The red fabric hit the floor, his black suit jacket not far behind it. 

At about this point you finally began helping. And when he’d realized your fingers were now working on his vest buttons, he went to his pants instead.

He was wearing a real belt this time through the black slacks as he unhooked it. But he didn’t bother to slip the belt from the loops as he was already unbuttoning his pants soon after.

You had gotten his vest out of the way as he slid it off. His lips were back over yours too as he started moving you both towards the bed. 

He was bent over enough to kiss you all the while as you were reaching up to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. And yes, you finally had to admit that he wasn’t entirely wrong when he’d said how much easier his normal attire was to get past.

All dressed up like this, he looked ridiculously good. But it was so many more layers to deal with. And yet it did make the payoff all the more gratifying as you finally freed the last button and your hands immediately ran under his then open shirt.

He made a pleasured sound against your mouth as you mapped out his abdominal muscles and then his chest while he remained in your reach. You bid him to slide the entire shirt off next. Which he did.

And finally it was then your turn to push him. Even if you were smaller than him, you were strong relative to your size. And you knew how to move larger opponents around, now leading Doflamingo by the mouth, and turning him so his back was to the bed instead. Just before you shoved him down onto the mattress in on one fluid movement. It was actually made easier by his height, for the leverage that created for you. Like felling a tree really.

Of course he was allowing it, but you highly doubted his other female playthings ever moved him around roughly this way at all.

But you needed him laying down as soon as he could be. Because once his back hit the bed, it was much easier to reach everything that way. Even as you pulled away to get a good look at him laying below you afterward.

At last you could see him fully shirtless. Something that shouldn’t have been as big a deal to you as it was.

Tight, lightly tanned skin, lean and muscular all the way through as you moved back in. You pushed your high heels off, crawling forward onto the bed to kiss down his flat stomach while you felt his muscles tensing beneath your lips.

As you’d thought, there was not a scar to be seen on this man. He wasn’t a coward, but he knew which fights were worth it and which were not. You’d heard he could repair and stitch himself back together to a degree as well with his strings.

That likely accounted for the lack of even smaller scars as you felt him raise his hips for you.

He was sliding off his pants too now. You backed off a little, giving him the room to toss them. No underwear as usual. But he pulled off his socks too, throwing them wherever his shoes now were.

And with that the king of Dressrosa was now fully nude beneath you on these silk sheets. Already fully hard and bared to you except for that red mask still covering his eyes.

You took in this alluring sight as his lips remained parted, breath coming in shorter pants for you.

He wanted so badly to be fucked by you. Somehow that thought pulsed deep into your brain, as strange as it felt to think this when you knew that in pure physical strength alone, he was absolutely the better of you two. 

You’d argue that in a prolonged fight, you’d still be creative and fast enough to give him real grief and pain. But that wasn’t the point right now.

“Doffy,” you tried that nickname he’d requested earlier, lowering yourself to begin kissing down to his waist once more. You knew what you wanted to do for him now. You just didn’t know if he could behave enough not to hurt you. 

He groaned softly at each new touch, clearly enjoying the attention as your mouth kept getting lower and lower. 

His thighs he spread so easily too as you massaged them with your hands. “Can you control yourself for me, Doffy? I’ll use my mouth if you can do that for me, baby.” You promised him, trying to work in both the nicknames he’d seemed to like the most. “But you can’t choke me. I can’t finish you if you just choke me...you realize how big you are compared to me, don’t you?”

You had no idea if this would work. But you were willing to try. You did want to try.

You wanted it badly.

“I know.” He panted a little more, chest moving up and down as you saw that precum already forming on his tip as you took his shaft into your hand.

You could see his thigh muscles tensing too, as you now stroked him before blowing just the slightest bit of air across his tip as he took in another sharp breath.

But you weren’t much for teasing, kissing the head of that terribly large cock right after as he shifted almost desperately. Your tongue followed behind as you licked the sensitive underside at the bottom edge of the head. Flicking it with your tongue really the same way as he had once done to your clit that day in Mariejois.

And oh, he definitely liked that as you heard a quiet curse escape him and felt one of his hands moving down into your hair.

Yet you still knew the danger. If he tried to deep throat you, you’d probably puke honestly. His length would be far beyond the threshold of your gag reflex.

“Easy…please,” you reminded him. You did keep one fist around the base of his shaft, almost like a stop to keep from taking him too deep. But stroking his base with that hand as you did take the rest of him past your lips then.

You wouldn’t say you were an expert by any means. But you’d done this before. You knew what Kuzan and Smoker had both liked. You had to imagine it was universal to a degree as you tried to suck Doflamingo now while bobbing up and down enough to be somewhat satisfying without choking yourself.

A fine line as you did gag once or twice, trying to find that edge as his hips did start to move, reflexively pressing further into your sucking.

You reached under to take a hold of his sack too. He was just inviting to be touched anywhere you chose as he kept his legs wide open for you.

When you massaged that heavy sack as well, then giving them a light squeeze, he full out moaned for you at the bit of over stimulation.

That was a surprise for how much it made you react too, his sounds making you so very wet. No outlet for you yet, still trapped in the tight dress he’d bought you as you just kept sucking him as intensely as you could. 

His hand had tightened almost painfully too in your hair by then, in tandem with the harder and harder his hips were trying to move against your mouth. 

“(Y/N)…” he groaned again as he thrust raggedly. “…I want you to swallow me. Go ahead…I’ll get hard over and over for you. We aren’t even close to done...”

His back was even arching a little as you did comply to try and force him over the edge already. Kinder than you had to be when he obviously wanted this first release as soon as possible. 

So you started licking that sensitive spot at the base of the head once more, giving his balls another light squeeze too for good measure.

The pirate’s breath shuddered with the additional flicks of your tongue and he groaned again as you plunged your mouth down onto his shaft once more after.

Your one hand stayed around his sack, but the other now gripped against his hip. Which he responded to that too, liking the bit of pain as your fingernails dug in for purchase.

He was humping upward, his dick riding in your mouth as he made sounds of even further desperation.

“I wanted this…suck me harder…” He was still panting as you saw his other hand fisting tightly into the bed sheets. 

And you did use your mouth even rougher at that, your eyes flitting up to see what you could of him. He was biting his bottom lip again. His jaw clenched as you saw his adam’s apple jump when he swallowed.

A tremble ran through Doflamingo’s legs as he pulled them up, his thighs flexing before his back arched again and you knew what was imminent before he finally let go within your mouth.

Even if you hadn’t been touched between your own thighs yet, you actually felt your channel briefly contracting too, almost like a contact high for how much pleasure he was clearly experiencing. 

And you did swallow as much of that salty heat as you could. Of course some of his seed couldn’t help but escape you too though as it ran back out along the length of him, and you coughed a couple times while pulling back to regather yourself. He’d thrust up deeper right as he’d cum, just as you’d expected, finally jabbing you hard as you’d had to fight that instinct to gag his ejaculate right back out of your throat.

And even in the resulting haze of his orgasm, he still noticed when you’d pulled away from him even that much. His arm reaching out to grab you just as quickly, pulling you down against his still heaving chest as he grinned up at your cum stained lips.

Doflamingo was absolutely his own type of man, always reminding you of this too as he kissed you without hesitation then, the remnants of his own arousal not bothering him in the slightest.

“You’re such a good girl,” he purred in that special tone of his as well, kissing you again in even further approval before his long tongue ran out to clean your lips and chin for you in just two quick licks.

The gesture was weird, but truly affectionate in a way you would have never been able to explain to a normal person.

And he laid his head back afterward, steadying his breathing for another long moment as he stroked your back and down to your still clothed ass.

The sun had fully set now, darkening the bedroom even more save for the firelight of those oil lanterns while the two of you lay there quietly for several more minutes.

You thought he was just wanting that brief recovery period, if he’d been serious at least about getting hard for you again soon enough to continue. Even a man like him was somewhat restrained by the basic rules of biology after all. It’d take a bit for his weapon to reload so to speak.

But you realized he was actually laying there thinking too in the new dark before he started something that was not at all what you would have expected right now.

“(Y/N)…I want to see you.” Doflamingo said abruptly, sitting up in the bed then as he grabbed you by your wrists to pull you up with him. You were now sitting in front of the warlord on the bed, his legs around you as he looked down at you.

You still didn’t understand what he meant at first of course, making him have to clarify as his hands tightened more against your wrists. “Take off my mask, (Y/N).” He tried ordering next instead. “It’s too dark for it now…I want to see you all the way. And if you’re staying with me, then you’re going to sleep beside me too. I want this off tonight.”

Your own eyes had long since adjusted to the lantern light, you watching him with a little disbelief. 

But despite his words sounding confident, you could see his mouth was now tense. No mocking grin at all as your fingertips did touch the sides of his mask, albeit cautiously when he pulled your hands closer.

Of course you had wondered many times what he hid beneath his usual glasses. Being intimate with a man without ever seeing his entire face was a bit of a mindfuck in it’s own right. And yet, that secrecy was also just part of who he was. Behind a mask of one kind or another was the only way you’d ever known him.

The sudden request had you very nervous too. Because it felt like what seeing a new partner nude for the very first time was like in a normal relationship. But for Doflamingo, this was actually a more vulnerable situation than even his long cock just resting soft against you in this moment.

And what would happen if you somehow didn’t react how he wanted you to when finally seeing him?

“Are you sure?” You heard yourself asking, even as he was the one that still held your fingers against the edges of that mask.

“Yes. I’m sure.” And even as he answered that, it did sound like just the smallest hint of uncharacteristic stress had finally entered his tone.

He wasn’t going to tell you again though, not without getting angry you knew. So you did your best to keep your hands steady as you slipped your fingertips beneath the mask to begin peeling it gently away from his skin.

And as it did come off, you felt you weren’t allowed to look away. But the first you saw of that new skin was both his eyes shut defensively as the mask pulled fully away.

He did have eyelashes was the first mundane detail you noticed. Like an actual human…and thin blond eyebrows that were tightly lowered then just before his right eye did open to make true eye contact with you for the very first time.

And even in the lantern light, you could tell the iris there was a deep shade of red. Cautious, maybe even concerned in its focus now as he tried to determine your reaction.

But he was still hiding the left eye, keeping it closed as you dared to let your fingers stroke down his temple and cheek in what you hoped was a soothing gesture.

Because there on the other eyelid was finally the flaw he’d been concealing. Something that marred what would have otherwise been an entire body’s worth of perfection. You could see the thick scar tissue over that closed eye.

The strike through the smiling face and one eye of his jolly roger now made all the more sense in the world too as you finally put two and two together.

“Doffy.” You called gently up to him. And you got to see his right eye react just to that softness of his name from your lips.

He wanted to be comforted. This was obviously something he almost never showed anyone. It was that difficult for him.

And gods, if that didn’t do something to you as well as you ran your fingertips across his lips next.

“Look at me, Doffy…it’s okay.” You still kept this going as your heart moved into your throat. It shouldn’t feel this different already. 

But he did respond positively, kissing your fingertips just as that left eye finally opened. 

And to your surprise, that eye wasn’t missing at all. You’d expected the worst, based on the damage to the eyelid. But his left eye was actually intact, even tracking you in tandem with the right. He could move it.

But could he see from it?

The iris of the left eye was different. Slightly larger than the right. Possibly once red too, but too difficult to tell now in the cloudy white that mostly obscured it. 

Who would have ever been so brazen or lucky enough to get that precise of a debilitating hit on the Heavenly Demon? 

And did they live to tell the tale?

But that story wasn’t really what you cared about in this moment either as you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at him now. That strange warmth just building and building as your mind tried to understand that this truly was still the same person in front of you.

He was starting to suck your fingers slightly now too, already tired of just kissing them alone as they remained near his mouth.

Yet you couldn’t contain what you finally said after seeing his true face for just this long.

“You really are gorgeous.” You breathed even as his teeth had now started to nip your finger tips.

And you’d gotten to see both his eyes widen slightly at that sincere declaration. His mouth pausing its toying with your fingers as he looked down into your own eyes again.

He looked confused if just for that moment, unsure even before he finally pulled your wrists enough to take your hands back away from his face.

But for once the warlord couldn’t find the matching words. He just looked at you, something new and unidentifiable briefly in those eyes before he let his body do the talking for him. 

His mouth was back over yours so quickly. So entirely needful as the taste of him filled you again.

He was unzipping your dress too, but with such a fervor that you thought it might rip before he’d slid it from off your shoulders.

Your own mask he reached up to pull away too. But not near as gently as you’d done for him. It stung a little as he’d yanked it off. 

The same was done with your bra. His nimble fingers unhooking it with ease. The mask, and the dress, and the bra joining your shoes on the floor then.

He left your jewelry on, either liking the aesthetic, or just too impatient to deal with it as he’d now been the one forcing you onto your back on the mattress.

His fingers hooked into the sides of your underwear, yanking it roughly from your hips and off of your legs too before he was then leaned back in to start licking a wet trail straight down your chest.

You were essentially along for the ride at this point. But you were able to grip into that short blonde hair along his scalp as his head came back up to bite one of your breasts.

The sound you made in response simply encouraged him of course as he did it again even harder to the other one.

But just when you thought you were going to have to engage some armament coating for self preservation’s sake, he started sucking your chest instead.

Something he’d never done to that degree before as you gasped at the new sensation when he worked one of your nipples far more carefully in his mouth while it hardened at the attention.

And now you could see the intensity as his eyes glanced up at you while he squeezed your other breast beneath his hand.

Making true eye contact while being thoroughly ravaged put things on a whole new level. And he still didn’t give you time to accept this at all  before you felt his other hand move between your legs almost simultaneously.

He went back to sucking and biting your breasts as he thumbed your clit hard, making your thighs try to slam closed as you writhed beneath him.

Of course, closing anything to him was no longer allowed. So both his hands were below your waist then as he grabbed your knees to force your legs back open before you felt him release one hand again to push his fingers right inside you once more.

He was finger fucking you immediately too, continuing what he had started at the church as you whined desperately.

“I’m going to take this. Again and again, you understand? I’ve waited too long.” You heard him growl as he’d risen back up to straddle you. Your hands were then forced back above you as he grabbed your wrists again next. “But if you’re good, we’ll keep using lube each time.” 

And as he said this, he’d let go of you again just enough for his strings to pull open the drawer of the nearby nightstand. Another string lifted a small bottle out of that drawer and into his hand. 

He was already fully hard again as he’d poured some of that bottle’s contents into one of his palms. Then spreading that liquid entirely over his waiting cock before the bottle dropped back onto the nightstand.

Even if you’d said no, it wouldn’t have mattered to him. You could only brace yourself, yet fighting to relax all the same before Doflamingo had forced his then freshly slick cock past your entrance once again.

He was already panting, his eyes absolutely full of that yearning for you as he immediately started to thrust.

Even all the lube in the world couldn’t let you stretch fast enough though as you cried out in return.

“That’s it…come on, scream for me. Scream for your man.” He breathed out regardless, that suction already starting as you could hear the additional wetness of the lube making those god awful sounds through the room as his hips pumped in and out against you.

“Bastard!” You arched and cried out again as you fought the pain of that pressure, the bed protesting as well as his weight shook it.

But every time your legs tried to close around his hips, he’d just grab you by the thighs and force you open again though.

After about the third time, he dug his fingers into that flesh of your legs, enough to pierce it slightly.

“I want to watch this wet pussy while I fuck it. So keep these goddamned thighs open.” He briefly scolded.

You glared up at him, but that only drew out an additional nasty smile from the pirate as he angled his hips further at that, changing the pressure to scrape more against that special, sensitive spot inside of you.

As you moaned immediately too, he was looking so smug again. “Are you going to cum for me this time, love?”

And in the pain of it all, you still caught that slight difference in his wording. 

Love.

But he didn’t stop there. “I want you to. Cum for me, (Y/N).”

And as he said this, he was still pounding in and out of you, sometimes hitting against your cervix, sometimes not. He knew the farthest depth he could fit by now, but that didn’t mean he never overshot that point in the haze of his own pleasure.

You felt like you were burning up too. Even if he was doing all the work right now by his own volition. The bedroom smelled like sex and sweat. That change so fast as you did feel your muscles trying to contract again.

“Then rub me. If you want me to cum…” you suddenly had found your voice again.

You saw his eyes go back to your face at those words, he really had been watching you stretch around him down there just as he’d said he would.

“Rub what?” He asked darkly though, wanting to hear you say it.

“Rub my clit,” you replied a little more irritably.

“Beg for it.” He just countered right back.

You flinched when he hit your cervix again and you thought that time had really been on purpose.

But clearly your pride still exceeded your discomfort as you did refuse to beg for your own release. Not yet.

And he was fine with that too.

Abruptly Doflamingo had pulled all the way out of you before roughly flipping you onto your stomach as he got on his knees behind you and pulled your ass back up to him.

“I guess you’re declining another shot of the lube then.” He taunted, just before plunging his cock into your aching channel all over again.

It was still plenty wet naturally, but the lube absolutely would have helped as he started thrusting desperately into you all over again.

And now it did feel wholly animalistic, you on all fours momentarily before he’d reached forward to shove you back down into the bed by the back of your neck.

Just your ass still up as his pelvis humped it like a bitch being bred by her mate then.

And the sounds he made as he did so. He was fully consumed in that moment as his hand tightened even further on your neck from behind.

Either the spine or the throat was always what he went for when he sought to better control you.

But the worst thing was that you still felt yourself contracting anyway around him. Body trying to coax his second release from him whether or not you had even had your first.

You were as sweaty as him too from just the intensity of the body heat and the peak of arousal that made you feel like you were burning from the inside out.

Even when it hurt, you were still keeping up on your knees for him too, letting this man continue to ride you even as he kept you gasping with your chest and neck pinned into the mattress.

“That’s right…you love this don’t you?” His voice almost sounded close to breaking then in response to your own sounds.

He slammed in even harder again for emphasis. “This is all for you….I did wait for you. I haven’t fucked anyone. So take what you’ve earned.”

Your expression still showed surprise at this confession, even while it was difficult to look back at him as he finally orgasmed again and you felt his body shudder harshly before his seed filled you to the brim.

You could feel him still trembling, not hiding that weakness at all either as he kept himself sheathed inside you to survive what seemed like even more than one additional orgasm afterward for him.

That sticky overflow did drip from your folds and down onto the bed too as he pumped his hips slowly a few extra times just for good measure.

It was as if he absolutely didn’t want you to miss a single drop of him.

And you mostly didn’t even as he stayed inside, just letting go of your neck in favor of your waist as he pulled you all the way down into the bed, laying on your sides then with him still breathing rather raggedly behind you.

You felt him hugging you to him. That grip still wholly possessive as he rested a few minutes again.

And you didn’t mind the new silence, fully appreciating that cool night air still coming through the open balcony doors as it ghosted across you both.

But after a while, he must have wanted to look at you. Because he at last slid his softening length back out before again forcing you to turn. This time the two of you facing one another as his arm went tight right back around you.

The Heavenly Demon actually nuzzled you then, before you felt him chuckle.

“I’m still burning up, woman. What poison are you made of anyway?”

And you could see that look of almost exhausted contentment in his eyes as he looked you over. 

He was actually sated. If only for this moment as you couldn’t resist reaching back up to touch his uncovered face. He’d allow you almost anything right now, you knew that instinctively too.

And he did turn his face further into your renewed touch, letting you pet him as his eyes softened with that rare comfort.

He really was beautiful like this. Though you knew no one else would ever believe it.

But you didn’t care about anyone else right now. Not at all as you brought your lips together again to kiss him gently.

The type of kiss you wondered if he even understood the meaning of. 

Whether he did or not though, he still liked it. And he returned that softness before a loud pop from outside had you both looking towards the open balcony doors again.

You stared as suddenly the bedroom was awash with color. More fireworks beginning again outside as you realized you were truly smiling.

“What?” You heard Doflamingo ask, voice still tired as he put his head back against you. “It’s just noise.”

But it was far more than just that as you still watched the multiple hues flaring across the room one after another. 

It was such a similar effect actually to that sunlight coming through the stained glass in the church earlier today. It made you realize that you’d always thought your fantasy of sanctuary would only ever look a certain way. 

But that wasn’t true. Because this place was becoming a sanctuary too. Somehow, someway, you did feel needed as this man gripped you harder when you hadn’t yet answered him.

“It’s just pretty.” You finally offered, unable to really put this to words of course. Your eyes met his again as you finished though. “It’s what I wanted.”

He made a sound at that, putting one long leg over your hip as if to wrap you up even further against him in this makeshift nest.

“Agreed.” Was all Doflamingo said as his attention never left you then. And that spoke volumes.

Because neither of you were talking about the fireworks any longer. It was all about this new feeling. Something that you both feared not being able to carry on without again.

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    T⨂  BE 

CONTINUED

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Thanks for reading!

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[moonbaby26]

Well of course I’m opening the door. I may not live to see dawn, but it’ll be a beautiful way to go.

Knock, knock by 다몽@Damonn_h

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[moonbaby26]

Oh look, it’s my specific poison. Like really…bloodied, deranged flamingo man. Part of me wants him in chains for the horrors he’s committed. The other part also wants him in chains, but in an entirely different way. I see you, blond happy trail leading into the capris pants bulge. Giving me more smutfic ideas.

i couldn't help but notice that some of you guys really want to see him suffer, and i want to make more thirst traps. So i figured... why not both, so nobody gets what they want :')

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[moonbaby26]

Title: The Invitation

(Chapter 6 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: language, masturbation (female and male), sexual frustration, non con elements, references to previous physical abuse to reader, voyeurism

Chapter Synopsis: You’ll finally be returning to sea with a short tour of duty with another ship. But one of the islands on the itinerary has special meaning to you. And it now will to Doflamingo as well as plans are laid that will pull you even further together.

Chapters: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6, 7

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For better or worse, you and Kuzan hadn’t gotten the chance to argue over Doflamingo much more that night. The exhausted admiral had fallen asleep over the top of you soon enough. 

And even with yourself still fully nude beneath him, his underwear had remained a barrier below your waists as you’d stroked your fingertips down his neck and back with familiarity regardless. 

You endured that lingering chill from his core in exchange for what could very well be your last feels of him as he breathed steadily against you.

There was still an overwhelming comfort in his presence though, a sense of true safety whenever the two of you were finally together. And as you watched your ceiling above, you knew how many people would have prayed to be as lucky, to have a man of Kuzan’s caliber in their bed in any context at all.

But it was only an attractive lie. 

Just a shadow of what could have been. Because he’d confessed at last that there was nothing you could do to make him stay. 

He would always leave you. He was choosing to never let anything progress past this awkward stage of need and regret.

And in the end, that meant you just had to keep searching for the next person to bury these needs within. Because in the quiet of the night, fully unable to give in to sleep yourself, you knew that there was something still so very wrong inside of you. Something that made you hate ever truly being alone.

Even Kuzan had called out your flawed nature tonight. Saying that you would still be drawn to the “rush” of fighting and being with Doflamingo as he’d put it. While Smoker had accused you of an insatiable compulsion to always keep climbing at any cost when he had left you too.

As if they really couldn’t see that you still had to battle and over extend yourself at every opportunity just to prove that you deserved to exist at all.

It was a sad twist too that someone so supposedly apathetic to the suffering of others like Doflamingo, would actually be the first one to almost commend instead of criticize this dangerous drive.

You hadn’t forgotten the way he’d looked up at you through those blood red glasses in the Mariejois basement that day. Squatted down in front of you, warm breath teasing between your legs all the while.

He’d said that the others were afraid of you. As if he knew because he understood it so innately in a way that Kuzan snd Smoker never could. In your very first one on one interaction with the warlord, he’d said that he alone was what you needed now.

If he had just been anyone else you likely would have accepted him outright. Literally anyone but the very man that Tsuru had doggedly pursued for all this time.

You felt that shame all over again, thinking how far you would have gone with him already if he wasn’t a pirate or a demon. If he really were just a man.

It would have been Doflamingo in your barracks like this instead. You would have had your fingers twisting in that short blond hair against his scalp as he’d pull his open shirt down from off of his broad shoulders.

You’d have his weight pushing you into this mattress as you’d let him bite and lick across your neck in equal desperation. He’d be undoing his ever tightening pants even while trying to coax you to open up enough to take him in again.

That long, hard cock would be back out in the air and he’d be stroking it to finish getting it ready while he’d growl in anticipation just for the chance to have you once more.

You shifted beneath Kuzan, further guilt rising as you spread your thighs slowly in that vision. But the admiral’s length was covered, and soft in his deep sleep. Yet you still felt the shape of him past that thin fabric between you as you began to slide your hips to push further against it with your thoughts.

So gently at first, and so humiliated in the way you felt that wetness already beginning for you just from the subtle friction. But you were sliding your slit against Kuzan’s defenseless bulge soon enough.

Quietly, but rhythmically as you hated yourself so completely in that first little creak of protest from your mattress. 

A pathetic whore is all you could call yourself in that moment as you imagined Doflamingo putting your hands up over your head perhaps. That grin of his close to euphoric by then as the tip of him already would have been pushing into your entrance by now. 

In the fantasy it wouldn’t hurt of course. You would stretch, badly even. But it would be alright. And he would be whispering, dirty, vulgar things to encourage you as he’d slide inside of you little by little.

You finally whimpered then, so wet that you knew your slick had nearly transferred onto Kuzan’s underwear, dampening it too. Your legs were spread fully now. Enough that his bulge did dip just slightly into that crevice of your outer lips.

And you did rock against it this time. Hard enough to pretend that he was actually pressing back. Even with all your injuries, your body was more than cooperating beneath him. Your upside down hierarchy of needs still putting this physical hunger above healing, and above all self respect.

It was both Doflamingo and Kuzan simultaneously with you in your mind then. Because at last you realized that even Kuzan’s length was starting to respond as you kept dragging yourself across it.

You could feel the fabric of his boxers beginning to tent outward around him as you kept encouraging it to grow.

But you knew it was only reflexive. His body reacting without his consent or even his awareness in that drunken slumber. He didn’t forego sleep for you like Doflamingo had claimed to. When the warlord had called saying he needed you in his bed.

The admiral didn’t want you the way that Doflamingo did.

“Kuzan…” You still whimpered anyway. Trying to will him to wake and understand even just this once.

You couldn’t sleep until some sort of release had been offered now. Your hand travelled further down Kuzan’s back and then onto his ass as you squeezed it once through his boxers. Also using it as a hold to press up into him again.

He was so hard now. If he would just give you permission…

“Please, Kuzan,” You tried again, nuzzling your face against him.

But he didn’t awake. His head just turned further away from you as he only made an annoyed sound in his sleep.

And then he actually rolled off of you entirely. The weight and the pressure you’d wanted so badly were gone just that quickly as he slid off to lay on his side instead.

His back was the only thing then against you as you heard his breathing quickly return to that deep, unbothered state.

You bit your bottom lip lightly, but still feeling the sting. Even as illogical as it was on your part, this only felt like the burn of rejection all over again.

So you turned your back to him as well then. Both of you back to back within your bed as your hand slid gently between your thighs instead.

You’d have to do it for yourself yet again. Fingertips replacing where Kuzan’s clothed erection had been pressing previously. You even pushed inward a little further. Because the pleasure still felt better than the pain. Your fingers were small enough not to stretch things too much as you started to pump them slowly in and out. 

Within short time you were shifting your hips against your own hand. You could even hear those little sounds for how wet you were, sensitive walls trying to close enough to make a light suction around your fingers.

Your pathetic little noises went ignored too though as you could only bring yourself to some mild trembles that went through your thighs. Not the full orgasms you were really seeking. 

The self hatred was still too strong as well. But that was only because you were doing this alone. If that pirate had been here, that lingering regret would have been blasted entirely through. He wouldn’t have stopped until you’d been crying out his name.

Crying aloud for him instead of hiding it like this. You just couldn’t keep doing this to yourself. Something was going to have to finally give to admit what you really wanted.

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By the time the sun was fully in your window again, you’d had more than enough time to get up and fully dressed, then neatening and laying back out Kuzan’s clothes for him as he’d still stayed curled tightly within your blankets.

When he hadn’t opened his eyes after the third or fourth attempt of you calling his name again though, you’d sat back down on the edge of the bed beside him.

“I know you can hear me. And I’m going to pinch the hell out of you next if you don’t say something.” You warned.

Nothing about last night was his fault. But it didn’t mean it felt good to you to have to still watch him now. His presence taunting you with an intimacy he wouldn’t allow. The man was so comfortable, as if being in your bed again was as natural as could be. As if this really were home.

“Alright, blue pheasant.” You taunted his admiral codename next as you ran your hand back under the blankets. “Your crew’s going to be waiting for you. And Kizaru’s probably printing flyers as we speak to announce our engagement or some other crap like that.” Since neither of you had been seen out of your quarters yet this morning. Someone would be making assumptions no matter what you did at this point. But hopefully no one had tried to call his room or office yet.

“Our…what?” You heard a muffled reply at last, as his face remained shoved into one of your pillows.

And even though he had finally spoken, your hand was already in range beneath the sheet then as you pinched his ass anyway right through his boxers. 

“Hey!” He squirmed, eyes opening at last then.

“Good morning.” You smirked regardless. “I did warn you.”

“Evil.” He mumbled, yet already starting to close those still tired eyes again soon after.

“And I’ll do it again. Come on, the longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be to get out of here unseen.” Which was true as the more sailors got up and got moving for their assignments today, the more foot traffic there was going to be.

He sighed, turning then to finally look up at you. You did see his brow furrow a little however as he appeared to glance you over.

“Damn…I didn’t even get to see you in the sunlight before you covered it all back up?” He asked in a tinge of genuine disappointment.

You tried not to look too annoyed at his reaction. Though that was just confirmation that he really didn’t remember last night after he’d fallen asleep then. “Only the early bird gets the worm, Kuzan.”

“Well, the early bird never faced a sociopath flamingo about a girl, and then had to go get plastered afterward to deal with it either,” He replied with a frown, pushing himself up to sitting even as one hand moved up to cradle his clearly aching head. “You got something strong for this?”

You were frowning a little too by then. But the pheasant and the flamingo…you couldn’t help but think of two puffed up male birds strutting around in a dispute over territory and mating rights with that as you got up and crossed the room to where you kept the pain killers.

“Here.” You did walk back to him after a bit though, both with a couple of extra strength pills in one hand and a glass of water you’d just filled from the bathroom sink in the other.

And he took that offering gratefully. Drinking the meds down with the water before he looked to you again. 

You felt the change in the way he set his shoulders back in that moment though after he was done, so you knew what was coming.

“Look…if you really made some kind of devil’s deal with that asshole to save other people’s lives, I get that. Sort of. But you still need to call me if something goes wrong. If there’s something you can’t handle by yourself. Can you at least tell me that you’d do that while you get this jerk out of your system, or whatever the hell you’re trying to do with him?”

“I will.” You answered almost tersely. You didn’t want to fight about this further. No matter how patronizing he’d just sounded. You knew he was doing you a huge favor regardless though. Any other admiral wouldn’t have been brushing this under the rug so soon.

You were a marine and Doflamingo was the worst kind of pirate.

It couldn’t be any simpler than that.

But Kuzan’s eyes were still on you, as if he wanted more conviction in your words.

“I will call for backup if needed, admiral.” You answered more firmly then.

But you saw that slight trace of pain flicker back through his eyes at your renewed formality. Yet he let it go.

“Then be safe, captain.” He answered, finally standing up as he slid out of the bed and sat that now empty water glass down onto your nightstand. 

You could see the thick ring of frost which had already formed around the glass just from being briefly against his hand. He was not happy.

And neither were you as he redressed in silence while you waited for him at the door.

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The doctor in charge at the infirmary yesterday had given strict orders that you were only allowed desk duty today. So after sneaking that somewhat moody admiral out of your room, and then waiting before leaving yourself to not be seen walking together, you’d come to the offices.

Tsuru had never minded you using her desk if she wasn’t at it. So you were sorting through reports and minor things that had stacked up in her absence. If you could handle as many documents as possible yourself, it’d be less for her to have to bother with whenever her battleship finally would make port again.

It was mostly quiet this early too, enough so that when you thought you finally did hear the steps of something, you’d looked up to see nothing over the top of her desk towards the open doorway.

So you’d ignored it, going back to signing the forms in front of you as long as they were within your rank to do so, before your leg was bumped hard enough to startle you.

You looked down to white fur and a small set of horns now rubbing against your calf and knee. Two black eyes looked up at you expectantly as the little goat bleated.

“Now what is the point of you wearing a bell if you don’t even move fast enough to make it ring?” You asked, albeit smiling at last as you gladly started petting her atop her ridiculously cute head just as she was hoping for. “You must have made a break for it again, huh sweetie? I don’t have any food though, sorry.” You talked to her easily.

“Apologies,”’ A new voice came just as abruptly as her arrival though. “She got tired of waiting for me in the hallway. I got delayed to listen to some complaining. Apparently Aokiji was late to the admiral’s meeting this morning. Heaven forbid Akainu have to wait a single additional minute.”

You looked back up to see none other than Sengoku the Buddha stride through the doorway then. He sat in the empty chair across from the desk as you felt your posture straighten up by default.

“Sir,” You acknowledged him, concerned immediately for the one on one visit. But also quickly realizing just how bizarre it felt to be the one at the desk while he sat imposing, yet still like a guest across from you.

The little goat just bleated more loudly however once she realized your attention had shifted away from her and your hand had gone back up onto the desk.

“Quit being so needy.” Sengoku scolded her gently however and she did eventually give up, then wandering off to chew on one of Tsuru’s plants in the corner instead.

And who were you to tell her no as you only watched the fleet admiral carefully. He did look more serious once his attention was fully back on you too. Which could be terrifying in its own way if you didn’t yet know the reasoning for his visit. “Is something the matter, sir?” 

He had mentioned Aokiji already, but you really doubted he’d care anything about that. He hadn’t the last time you and Kuzan were actually official anyway. As long as you weren’t fooling around with a direct superior, the fleet admiral hardly had the time to be concerned with such basic base gossip.

And Kuzan had already promised you that the only other one in the know about Doflamingo at all was Hina. Which, she was no snitch.

“Tsuru asked me to check on you,” Sengoku stated plainly. 

“Oh.” But you weren’t sure if that was better or worse. “I haven’t gotten to speak to her in a while.“ You answered truthfully. “She’s still in Lyra?”

You almost asked him if she was coming home soon instead. Before you realized it was kind of odd to call Marineford home. Only her ship was home for you. Or the closest thing you’d known to one in so many years. 

“Yes. She’s still in Lyra for the time being. But she thinks you might be interested in setting sail with another crew and meeting her somewhere else down the line. Vice Admiral Momonga will be leaving tomorrow. He has room if you’re agreeable.”

Your brain did hitch slightly again then, but only for the way Sengoku had posed this as a question and not an order. If the fleet admiral told you to go somewhere, you went. It wasn’t as if a lowly captain could have such autonomy in the face of him.

Was this pity? 

Was it kindness?

Or had you already worn out your welcome here after so much drama in such a short time? “Of course, sir. I can be packed immediately.”

The way his expression didn’t change made it obvious he’d expected no other answer.

And yet he was still watching you through his glasses. “I also wanted to commend you for your handling of things at the auction house. Vice Admiral Vergo was extremely complimentary of you in my meeting with him earlier this morning. He also expressed his regret for yesterday’s training incident. He admitted to goading you in order to push you further. So any record of yesterday will reflect that.”

Your eyebrows raised a little. In all the mess with Kuzan last night and the revelation of whatever had happened between the admiral and Doflamingo in Sabaody, honestly Vergo hadn’t even been on your radar anymore. 

When that leader for G-5 base hadn’t reached out to you last night or this morning for any further help or assignments, you’d figured that bridge had been burned and that you just must have pissed him off somehow.

But apparently that wasn’t the case? That man was still so odd really. From that strange first morning in the mess hall, all the way until him staring straight through you while on the phone in training not long before he’d essentially come alive to whoop your ass outside. As much as everyone else always said how great Vergo was, you just couldn’t figure out why he didn’t mix well with you. 

Regardless, it was done. If you were leaving with Momonga, then Vergo wouldn’t be your problem any longer.

And maybe you looked too relieved actually just to have any excuse to go, because you saw Sengoku finally smile slightly. There was a paternal feel from it.

“Tsuru’s quite proud of you you know. Don’t be too discouraged with minor setbacks. Every marine has to find their own path. Some of us flourish on the front lines on the ground, some at sea, some even behind a desk or in the meeting halls. We all have our role to grow within. But you have her support. And I’ve never seen that woman misjudge a recruit yet.”

You felt a slight tightness in your throat as his words landed, not expecting such an admission from the very top in this moment. Your fingers pulled into a fist against the desk. “Thank you, sir. I have every intention of continuing to prove that her faith in me was not misplaced either.”

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At last it felt like you had a handle on things again. Your bags were already packed by the door. Only the uniform you’d be wearing tomorrow was pressed and ready on a hanger in your otherwise now empty closet.

You were sitting alone on your bed after dinner from the mess hall that night, a copy and maps of Momonga’s planned patrol route and stop off points in front of you as you studied it. All of the islands to be visited sounded interesting. But there were even a few that you’d never been to at all.

And to your great surprise when you’d first received these documents earlier, there was one island you were still trying to decide what to do with or even how to feel about. Because to get it thrown in your face with everything that had already happened recently seemed like something you almost should have been laughing about.

What were the odds?

One of the last islands on Momonga’s route was going to be the island of Scylla.

A place you’d never set foot upon, but whose stories had occupied your mind from earliest memory. It was so stupid really, to still be holding onto that dream at all.

But how could you forget it either? The worst beating you’d ever gotten in your entire life was the night you’d been caught reading a book about Scylla under the stairs you often hid beneath at the brothel your mother had worked in when she was still alive.

You’d stolen the book from one of her customers. A merchant who’d had an entire case of them when you’d snuck aboard his ship looking for food that same day. But he must have been someone important. Someone who couldn’t stand a thief either as he’d gladly overseen your thorough punishment.

So it became burned in your mind. Those contrasts of heaven and hell. The images in that beautiful book representing some semblance of fictional heaven of course, with the bone breaking punishments in result of your daring to glimpse it being the reminder of every day in your real life hell back then.

But the juxtaposition had just made you want it more. You’d still run with the book and hid it away before they’d caught you to impose that brutal torture. Which meant when you still hadn’t died days later, with only that intuitive first use of armament haki keeping your skull and the like together, you’d still gotten to have that book and read it over and over even years afterward.

Those pictures and descriptions of Scylla’s crystal clear canals and their flower gardens. Their world class aviary with hundreds of rare species, their open air restaurants and artisans’ markets, and the focal point in the center of it all, their massive church that predated Mariejois itself. All those things you had memorized from girlhood, envisioning escaping your home island to one day see with your own eyes.

But even after becoming a marine, even after Tsuru had found you and gave you that offer to finally leave hell forever, the opportunity to visit that particular place in heaven hadn’t come.

Kuzan had joked that he’d take you there one day, once he’d learned your secret fascination with it. It’d even gotten close enough that you’d both started talking about the next time that Tsuru’s ship might be in that area. Even back then he was far freer than you to move where he wanted, when he wanted. He could have met you there.

But then that horror with Zephyr’s family had come to pass. And any of you who had ever trained with Zephyr, which was multiple generations of marines by that point, had fallen into mourning. Some stupid extravagance like a trip to Scylla had been the farthest thing from either of your minds then as you’d gone to the funerals and memorial services together. 

It was probably the last thing the two of you had ever done publicly as a couple actually. You holding Kuzan’s arm, both of you in your marine funeral dress as you’d stared hollow and spent while canons sounded in goodbye to yet more innocent victims of the great age of piracy.

Even now there was something in you that felt guilty just considering a visit again. Because it was so childish, so self serving. Why even still care?

And yet here you were thinking in circles about it. For long enough actually that you realized you desperately needed to put down the maps and go to bed. Momonga wanted to already be on the water by the time the sun was breaking the horizon tomorrow.

Something just kept pulling at you though. Weaving excuses for you as you remembered those slaves from Sabaody again. You still had to erase your debt to Doflamingo so that they could remain free.

And what should it matter if that promise to him was fulfilled somewhere other than that house he’d mentioned in Sabaody? He would likely be picking another location anyway, wanting more distance from Aokiji now if he had any sense of self-preservation at all.

So why couldn’t the setting of your repayment be somewhere you picked instead?

And yet, that would be a perversion of your old dream wouldn’t it? Like everything else in your life, getting one thing you wanted at the price of something else. 

Because never in that little girl’s visions of visiting something close to heaven would she have ever thought it’d come hand in hand with a demon’s strings around her throat.

Your eyes moved to your sleeping transponder snail as you knew that Doflamingo was still the last call you’d ever answered on it. Two nights ago, when you were drunk and acting like his own personal brothel girl as you’d writhed on your floor.

His number would still be within its memory though as a callback to the last number which had connected.

Fuck.

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“Look, it’s fifteen percent or nothing. If that’s still not good enough, then tell him to suck my…or no, you know what? Just get rid of them all. His whole crew. They’re replaceable,” Doflamingo grumbled, curved black shoes propped on his desk as the ship swayed in the waves and most of his drink tried to go along with it.

He downed the remaining liquid before it could fully spill, Trebol still chuckling a bit on the other end of the snail. The other man’s tone was nasally but with that amused cruelty as always after an order of execution. “Behehe, will do, Doffy! I don’t like them anyway. We won’t miss them.”

“No, we won’t.” Doflamingo agreed. “How’s everything else?”

“The energy steroids all got bought up, even at the higher price! Those fishmen are loving those just like you said they would.”

Of course they did. Though it’d be interesting of how long it’d take them to realize the true side effects. “Did you already order more?” He asked in return.

“Yes, three shipments.” Trebol confirmed.

“I’d up it to at least five for now. We want some stock on hand in case the turnaround gets longer. We already had the supplier at near max production weeks ago.” They’d have to invest more money into that supplier actually if Hody and his boys kept popping those things like candy.

“Okay.” Trebol answered and there was a pause like he was actually taking notes. Which was fine. Doflamingo rather it be right or not at all. 

“I’ll be home in another few days. Weather has still been shitty off and on.” The warlord added, watching another stack of his papers try to tilt right off the desk in the next set of waves. 

But there was a noise in the background on the other end like Trebol was also talking to someone else and then another laugh.

Doflamingo looked back down at the snail. That was definitely Diamante saying something teasing in the background.

“Behehe, ask him yourself! I’m not asking that!” Trebol retorted to whatever unintelligible joke Diamante had made.

And there was still another long pause after. Before an additional commotion like the snail was changing hands.

“Oh, you men. I’ll ask then!” And that was Giolla muscling her way between them from the sounds of it.

“Young master!” She said in greeting.

“Good evening, Giolla.” Doflamingo still responded rather patiently. 

“So were you able to thwart your rival, young master? Surely that marine girl came to her senses in the end!” The older woman practically blurted, though with a passion that spoke of her true investment in this already.

Doflamingo leaned his head back, a reflexive smile forming at the surprise, even as he made a sound somewhere between a laugh and an incredulous grunt. “I knew I should have kept my damned mouth shut. So you’re all waiting on bated breath now are you?” Didn’t they have anything better to do? He’d clearly have to leave them more work next time.

The snail was practically yelling though as Giolla answered. “But, young master! Your well being is what we live for! And as an artist, I must say I’m fully inspired by this new era of yours. All great creators have made their best works within the confines of the torturous beauty of romance!”

His hand covered even his glasses now, the two layers needed then as his mind tried to deal with that additional outburst. This was his chosen family he had to remind himself, the only reason at all that they were allowed to behave as such. Though he still struggled to find a response. “My…new era, Giolla?”

“Absolutely!” She confirmed. 

What the fuck did that even mean? 

In fact, it was all so ridiculous that he wasn’t even irritated when yet another snail started ringing to interrupt him. But he didn’t hang up on Giolla just yet even then. He’d had another question he remembered, about the underground port and a repair that they hadn’t updated him on yet. Which they better have done if they had all this time to sit around and worry about him.

“Hold on,” Doflamingo told them, looking at his other snails on the shelf nearby. He pulled that ringing one over, clicking the connection open smoothly enough. “This is Joker. Make it quick,” Or not. Really anything was fine by this point as he was still half distracted.

“It’s me.” Came the almost soft female reply however. As if still concerned with being heard by unintended listeners.

But your voice still wasn’t quiet enough for those on his other line not to hear it even as Doflamingo genuinely froze in that single moment of realization.

He already knew your voice just from those two words. 

“You’re not on a secure line are you?” He breathed as he quickly regathered himself though, knowing his side was fine. But any standard marine snail of yours? Not so much.

“I just did a call back. I’m in the barracks.”

Ah, but that would mean you’d really answered for no one else since? Maybe you were more isolated than he’d thought. Not a bad thing when he wanted your time more and more to himself though.

He had still intended to call you later tonight actually. But when he was alone in his bed to properly enjoy it. Though maybe it was already later now than he’d realized.

“I’ll have to get you a better snail.” He smirked anyway. You were forcing him to improvise, but he was clearly pleased. So much so that he didn’t even take the time to hang up the other snail with his crew as his curiosity was already killing him. “And what do you need from me tonight, angel?”

You did pause. All the nicknames he rotated through still not familiar to you yet. Which was exactly why he did it.

“I’m sailing out tomorrow with a different ship. I…” You were still hesitating further regardless. 

He hadn’t heard you quite this nervous before. But he liked it too of course. Was he really getting under your skin so well? 

“There’s an island on this patrol that I want to take shore leave at. So I wondered if you’d be interested in meeting up there instead. Like I’d promised you before.” You finally got it out, though speaking a little more quickly as you had. Like the words might get stuck if you didn’t push them all out at once.

And his best shit eating grin was out in full force as he digested those words one after the other. 

It was an invitation.

You were doing the work for him already then without even being asked. It really couldn’t have been a better gift to him in this moment.

Tsuru must still be in those mountains then. Maybe with the faulty notion that she had time to wait and address this all with you in person. The circumstances of her favorite captain tangled up with her favorite mistake of a pirate being too scandalous of a conversation to broadcast over just a basic transponder snail after all. 

Yet who would you be sailing with then? No. It didn’t matter. Vergo could find out for him. Just like Vergo was always keeping an eye out on reports from Tsuru’s ship as well. Doflamingo always knew where that woman was sailing for next.

But he realized he hadn’t actually answered you, too content in this development overall. “Are you asking me out, lover?” 

“…it’s either a yes or no.” You rebutted quickly, sounding more like yourself there. 

He leaned further back in his chair, shoulders shaking a little as he chuckled smugly. “And what lucky island are you and I going to darken then?”

“Scylla.” You answered firmly. 

Well goddamn. His eyes widened behind his glasses a little, yet grinning still. “Straight to the top shelf then? Fuck. I like it, woman. I didn’t know you had champagne tastes on a canned beer marine budget.”

“I’ve wanted to go there a while.” You conceded, though still a bit sharp at that insult to your own pitiful income. “So that’s a yes?”

“What do you think?” He was too eager to even care about your bit of rising attitude. “When does your ship get there then? And how many days are you asking for them to approve?”

As you gave him the timeframe, he didn’t need to write it down. He was fully locked in, mind and body. 

“Then it’s a date.” He didn’t care how satisfied he truly sounded. “I’ll meet you in their church there. I trust you’ll know that landmark when you see it?”

“Well yeah.” You agreed, but you’d quieted a little more again. “How will I let you know if something changes? I didn’t put in my request yet.”

“I’m going to get you a new snail like I said. But until then, take down this number.” He allowed you time to get something to note it down, then proceeded to speak not only a direct number, but his actual personal one. It wouldn’t get blocked with the ingoing and outgoing business calls that rang all day and night for Joker.

His tongue had come out to graze his top lip as he made sure to make you aware of the privilege as well. “That one’s mine direct. Don’t fucking share it of course. But I wouldn’t be adverse to some late night check ins either.”

“I’m sure I’ll only get a bunk to sleep in with other sailors right atop me on this trip. It won’t be private,” You mumbled, though he could hear that bit of responding fluster from you even then.

And he didn’t give two shits that his crew could still hear him too, their own snail muted surely just so their reactions wouldn’t be evident. 

They’d already experienced enough of his flings screaming his name through the castle walls in Dressrosa by now. And from his bedroom in Spider Miles before that too. Once he was old enough to deal back out that pain and frustration through such a pleasurable outlet anyway. They all knew damned well how hungry their young master could really be.

“Careful with the wording, dear. I don’t think I want any sailors atop you anymore…that’s my job.” He teased even as his voice deepened. 

He’d barely realized how much he’d already spread his own legs by then too. Feet still against the edge of the desk as his chair leaned back precariously on two legs. His knees were spread wide in show even though there was no one here to see it.

Sir Crocodile, that specific fling he was still so very proud of, had once accused him of always strutting around like a bitch in heat. And Doflamingo hadn’t even been able to really argue. Pink feathers fluffed, shirt open, and legs spread for anyone who would dare look.

But he only wanted you in this moment at least. More specifically he wanted your face between his long legs. Your breath between his thighs as he’d run his tip across your parting lips.

“I have to get up early,” you protested, as if you had already realized that subtle change in his breathing over the phone.

“So?” He retorted, starting to undo the drawstrings of his pants. “I’m making time for you, you can do the same.”

With the continued movements of the ship, he still took the precaution to steady his chair a little more, running a few thin strings between it and the desk with one hand. Just as his other hand was pushing his loosened pants open.

He let go again of his pants though before placing his palm and long fingers along his bared chest. He was narcissistic enough to still enjoy the feel of his own muscles as he traced between them, fingers rubbing between those hard contours as he felt himself up and then back down along his abs. 

He teased himself fully in your absence, but with his hand finally moving low enough that his fingers did meet those short blond hairs below his waistline which trailed in a thin line to the base of his cock.

“Why Scylla then? You said you’ve wanted to go there before now. Tell me why.” He asked anyway to interrupt your silence as he kept massaging himself. He was being far kinder than he had to be. Letting you continue to play innocent in front of his crew like this. Even if he was about to be fucking himself yet again for you. 

He just wanted you to keep talking. Your voice in his ears at least if your body couldn’t be within his grip.

“I just didn’t think I’d ever get to see it.” An overly simple answer, too simple really. He felt there was more to this. Marines got to see the world on the daily. Why pick this one island specifically?

“It’s for the rich.” He answered anyway though. He’d read your file more than once, but he could fill in the gaps where that basic report had lacked. You’d been poor as shit he’d bet. Like all the other humans he’d become closest to though. The ones who had suffered almost as much as himself. Because only they could understand him, if even just a little.

You had probably been hungry and dirty until the very moment Tsuru had picked you up and dusted you off, giving you a life as a world government boot licker instead. Power through striking down anyone they asked you to. And doing it so goddamn well too.

Just like he now did as a warlord too. Really, how you marines thought yourselves so far above in morality was always beyond him. Two sides of the same coin really. And he could have gone either way in the beginning. Whether Tsuru or Trebol had won out for his fate, he would have remained the same destructive man inside he was sure, just of another name by now.

An admiral instead of a pirate, killing with as much abandon as Akainu and reveling in it. He would have still been abusing that power, using it to get closer to those gods that had cast him from his own place in heaven. Closer and closer until the day he could finally tear down everything they held dear.

But if he’d been an admiral, he would have locked you down years before now too. Aokiji was only a coward to him who didn’t understand the game. Of course enemies would always go for what was most valued. So they had to be made to fear the repercussions. Aokiji was too little too late. Even his threats in Sabaody weren’t enough. 

Not enough at all as Doflamingo stroked himself harder while smiling for you. “You realize we’re going to have to buy you appropriate clothes in the first day we’re there. What do you wear when you’re not in uniform anyway?”

Nothing he hoped. Did you sleep nude as often as he did? It’d be so much easier to take care of those late night urges that way.

“You of all people are going to talk to me about fashion?” There was that flustered tone again. Oh, he was sure that you knew what his hands were doing now. You were figuring him out quite quickly in only these still limited interactions.

But insulting him too? Well, it wasn’t exactly the dirty talk he would have preferred. But he could play all the same, even as his thumb smeared some of that precum, the digit working his tip in replacement for your tongue as he swallowed.

“If you’re taking me to church, I can wear a suit. I own plenty.” He added.

“Well no one would know it.” You snipped back.

Again, he let your attitude slide, his head tilted back more in that ever rising pleasure. He wanted to be in his real bed in the castle with you already. “My country’s warm and passionate, lover. You try having this sizable of equipment sweating in a three piece suit sometime. And the aggravation of having to get out of it quickly enough whenever someone wants to play.”

You scoffed a little. “So is that what you do in your kingdom? ‘Play’ all day in the heat?”

And that tone from you was newer. Though when you’d been drunk that other night, you’d fussed a little about how being passed over by both Aokiji and Smoker had left you unfulfilled. Because you only wanted to be the main dish, didn’t you? Not just another sampling from the buffet of potential conquests. “Mmm…sometimes.” He taunted anyway, even as his hand squeezed himself with only you in mind. “Jealous then?”

“No.” That was an awfully quick answer.

One which he didn’t believe at all, smiling as his abdomen was tensing in the beginnings of that spreading heat. “You liar. You don’t want me to fuck anyone else, do you? Does this little marine think she’s enough to sate me already? Just after a single quickie in some old filing room?”

Even to him it was almost hard to accept though. That he’d only fucked you one time truly. Sabaody had been botched, not fully counting. But everything that had happened since, everything he’d felt in him now, had flared with just that one chance meeting in Mariejois. 

All because Tsuru had left you alone and fully within his grasp for the first time he could ever remember. He hadn’t even intended to fuck you that day either. It was your fault in the end. If you hadn’t isolated yourself so far from everyone, if you hadn’t fought him so hard beforehand. If you hadn’t struck him violently enough to make him drink his own blood within seconds of confronting you. You’d both angered and turned him on so thoroughly before he could even catch you. There was no other way it could have possibly gone by then.

And he had thought of killing you or at least bringing you to Sugar before he’d ever even entered that basement. Regardless of his previous fascinations with you in the North Blue, erasing you then would have been the safest thing for his future as Joker. But he couldn’t do it by the end. Because he’d still wanted more from you. And you’d wanted more from him.

He knew that you did.

“You’re going to do what you want. That has nothing to do with me.” Was your eventual answer to him though. Still not admitting that you were wishing for more fidelity with him.

And it was such a non committal, diplomatic trash of a response that he laughed loudly, mocking you. “You’re sounding too much like your marine mother. Fuck that noise! I’ll say it for you then. You want to be my only woman. You want me to take you out in Scylla like those shitheads never would, don’t you? And we’ll do it. Be ready, woman. You’ll see how it feels to be on my arm like a proper prize. You’re not going to want to ever give it up again.”

And that image of you properly dressed, something worthy of him at his side under those gas streetlights in Scylla almost sent him over. 

It would be better than Sabaody actually, because it would be your own idea this time. He didn’t even own a home on that island, but he would by tomorrow if it meant having you all to himself.

An all new villa that he could christen with you.

A nest of your choosing is what it would be. Wouldn’t it? Because he’d let someone else -you- have an input in which island for once. A place to be twisted up together in the night soon enough like a mated pair.

He did begin to cum at last then with that final concept, covering the tip quickly with his hand to keep it from going everywhere like the other night as it pulsed out hot and sticky into his palm.

He did pant a little in the aftermath, all four legs of the chair finally back down as he licked his lips again. He wiped the spent need off on his pants too, not caring in this moment.

“It will be a good choice. I’ve never ‘played’ in Scylla actually.” He teased in an almost lazy voice then after he’d had that needed release. “I’ve only breezed through there on business before.”

“I’ve just read about it.” You admitted, though sounding a little like you didn’t know what else to say. You didn’t have the alcohol to help spur you on like that time on the phone before. “I do need to go to bed.” You reminded.

He smirked anyway as he knew you were trying to hang up. “You won’t be so shy when we’re in the same room again I’m sure. Fine, go to sleep. Call me if your schedule changes.”

“Ok.”

“Night then, lover.” He tried to really throw on the affection in that enticement too before you could disconnect though, wanting you to at least say something similar in return this time.

He heard you make a sound, like you were being put on the spot. And of course you were. But you were still turning practical again when he didn’t want you to be. He’d really need to loosen up some of that marine brainwashing you always fell back into when cornered.

“What do you want me to call you?” You asked him instead, like speaking to another officer then really.

“It doesn’t matter to me. As long as you mean it.” He pushed back. He knew it was there. If you would just allow it.

It was silent for another long moment. As if he could hear the gears in your head spinning, trying to come up with something that would let you properly escape from this call.

And then you just said it still with the intonation of a question. “My boyfriend?”

Doflamingo bit his lip to stifle the almost helpless laugh that wanted to come from him. Yes, he’d teased you with that briefly last time. But he didn’t expect you to latch onto it when there were so many better terms. You either had no imagination at all or were still too goddamn innocent. Were you even serious? 

To fight like you did and fuck like you did, but to still say something like that as if it was really suitable for a god.

“Fine, if that’s the best you can do.” This had to start somewhere. “Your boyfriend’s hanging up now so your sexy ass can get back to sea tomorrow and come find me. Don’t fuck any sailors. I’ll be waiting.”

He heard your surprise at what he’d called you then. But you didn’t hesitate for long as you answered in renewed attitude. “Then keep yours wrapped with your ‘playdates’ at least if you expect it raw again in Scylla.”

“Bitch, I always wrap it with the pool girls or when getting some strange. But you aren’t either of those things.” He spat back just as fast, though smirking at that realization that maybe it had bothered you when he hadn’t fussed with any condoms yet.

In all honesty, he just hadn’t wanted to. You’d had him so fired up both times. A calculated risk, but Mariejois was so long ago really. He’d been checked since then. He knew you were clean and you’d stay that way unless you decided to cheat on him. And woe be unto you if he had to find out that way.

He did use protection normally though. Whether you believed that or not. 

“Pool girls? Nice. I’m sure they’re lovely.” You sighed. 

“They are. But one true kick from you and they’d be eating out of a feeding tube I’m sure.” He nearly purred.

“I…if you think this is how to flirt.” You stammered.

“Sounds like it’s working.” He goaded.

“Fuck you.”

“I just did.” He was laughing. Finally he’d pushed the right button then. So of course he hit it immediately again with that gem.

And that’s when you gave up. The futility evident to you. “Good night, asshole.”

“Good night, woman. See you in Scylla.” He finished chuckling in return. Before the snail clicked with the final end of the call.

Doflamingo did groan afterward though, a tired yet conceited smile twisting across his face as he spoke back into the new silence. “Well how was that for you, you eavesdropping bastards?”

And never disappointing him in their equal lack of decorum, the other snail perked back up immediately, coming off the mute it had been on all this time. 

It was Diamante’s voice that answered first, no shame in it at all. “Giolla went and got the wine. We’ve been having a nice drink, Doffy, while you courted that female. That was entertaining.”

“You should have heard her the other night,” Doflamingo mused, thinking another drink sounded pretty good actually as he tucked his now soft length back into his pants. He didn’t bother to retie the waist though, reaching out for the bourbon bottle again. 

He didn’t feel like fighting with it and the glass together anymore though, just drinking straight from the bottle this time. The burn felt good in his throat before he set the bottle back down, legs still spread.

“I’m going to have to blow some more berri though. Goddamn, this woman keeps costing me money. I don’t even know what houses are going for in Scylla these days either.” Renting was out of the question. He wouldn’t pay others just to be allowed onto their property and be told to abide by their rules while doing so.

“Oh, but young master, it’ll be carnival season then too!” And there was Giolla again, still sounding fully invested, albeit a little less loud at least. As if the wine was already working on her.

“Fuck…seriously?” Doflamingo sighed. He hadn’t even thought of that. Try almost three times the price for villas right now then. 

“But the dances, the masks, the fireworks!” She responded. “What a clever little marine to ask for such scenery for a romantic rendezvous. Why I remember being a young girl during carnival…but never there. Though they say Scylla’s scale absolutely puts Water 7’s plebeian festivities to shame.”

He wondered if you’d had any idea about this plan falling during carnival either. You hadn’t mentioned it at least. Though there was a whole lot of things carnival masks could help with the more he thought of it. And he would know. 

Between his smile and his glasses, he absolutely lived beneath a mask already. But you didn’t. With one of your own, how much more would you open up for him in public without the fear of being recognized by your peers?

He took another swig of the bourbon straight from the bottle then. This night was now over for accomplishing much else. “Put some money back into the real estate account in the morning.” He instructed. “At least four times what we made in that last weapons sell off. I guess I’m going house shopping this week.”

“Yes, Doffy,” Trebol and Diamante answered nearly simultaneously, not at all questioning the fiscal irresponsibility of their captain’s ever changing whims. If anything they sounded eager at the new opportunity.

Because they knew that he was. 

Someone to be this serious about was something he’d wanted for long enough.

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    T⨂  BE 

CONTINUED

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Thanks for reading!

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[moonbaby26]

Spamming my favorite brothers today. This art is beautiful and it makes my eyes wet. Lord, you two and the feels you give me…

Let's go home by ぐるぐ@dareka_25

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[moonbaby26]

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[moonbaby26]

Doflamingo, but he’s not a pirate captain on his way to becoming a warlord, hands-stained by his brother’s blood. Corazon, but he’s not a marine undercover marching to his death. Just two brothers, if only for a moment, remembering what it’s like to be young and carefree.

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Collab with Ritsukotheloner over on twitter for a collab event who wrote a heart-wrenchingly sweet fic around the same concept, give it a read!

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[moonbaby26]

One of my favorite Doflamingo traits. When he refuses to use a chair properly. Such an attention whore.

Also the “I expect you to know that we are already in a committed relationship” because he’s your damned stalker. Poor Crocodile. 🤣

I haven't gotten to Dressrosa yet but from what i've heard, he seems like a lovable skrimbly bimblo who could do no wrong.

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[moonbaby26]

Their Favorite Parts

*crossposted to AO3 here*

Prompt: One Piece men and the parts of your body that they fixate on most. 

Reader Type: GN!Reader

Characters: Doflamingo, Kuzan/Aokiji, Crocodile, Smoker, Buggy, Mihawk, Shanks, Law

Warnings: language, references to sex, penetration, oral, and foreplay

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Doflamingo/Holes

He actually can be gentle with you. But you’ve found that level of care is always only a precursor to something else that he wants. And in the end, he can’t ever let you back to sleep until he’s been inside at least one of your holes and fully spent himself within it. 

Whether this wretched man is pounding between your thighs, or probing you with those long fingers, or dampening you with that equally obscene tongue…he wants to be as deep inside of you as he can possibly be. 

He loves you most when you’re trembling, thighs spread beneath him. Or on your knees looking up as your eyes water with your mouth full of his length. He’ll tell you what a good pet you are even as you plead or choke. 

But it’s as if you were made perfectly for him. He’ll never feel this with another lover. You’re his favorite until he destroys it all. And even then, he may just pull you from the ash to start with you again. Because he would sincerely miss you in his next empire.

Kuzan/Aokiji/Chest

He loves to sleep with his head on your chest. He can hear your heartbeat then and know that you’re still really there. That this isn’t all some terrible illusion, as much as he still feels he doesn’t deserve you and can’t keep you. 

His life has been too complicated. All the way from a respected, yet conflicted marine to whatever the hell people are calling him these days. But you never seem to judge him. You still believe in him, even now. He doesn’t understand your loyalty, but he loves you for it. 

And when the two of you are awake and intimate, he’ll be behind you, hands holding your warm chest as his fingers massage it. The way you lean back into him as your chill bumps form is so trusting. You know that he could freeze your heart in an instant if he chose to. But of course he never would. He wants this to last forever. He needs you at his side.

Sir Crocodile/Hips

He is certain you do it on purpose by now. The way your ever tight clothing forms around your body. It feels like a specific challenge you’ve made against him. As if you are daring his eyes not to follow you across the room as your hips sway while you walk. 

You’re his favorite assassin already. Though perhaps he can take some blame for letting this favoritism start to go to your head. And yet, even when he plans to punish you, he finds himself enjoying it too much. It’s hard to keep you humble when he’s still moaning your name as he fucks you over the top of his desk. 

With his one hand he grabs into that fleshy hip, riding you to his release as his hook stays warningly against the side of your face. But while you smirk against that curved metal as he finally cums, he knows you haven’t learned your lesson at all. Yet he also realizes that there are still years of this game to come. You’re too efficient to get rid of you anytime soon.

Smoker/Lips

It was the first thing he ever noticed about you. Just how pouty your lips could look, even as you argued and bitched at him on the battlefield. You cursed him through those lips, always lamenting that he made your shared marine ship smell like an ashtray. 

And by the time he’d found his way into your bunk one night, those same lips were about the only thing he would put his cigars down for. He’d wanted to kiss you for so long. By the time you finally let him, he never wanted to lose that high again. 

It could be soft, it could be rough. Just like you and your ever changing moods. You acted like you hated him until your mouth was over his. Then you were thrusting against him soon enough and whimpering even as you both knew you couldn’t wake the rest of the ship. 

He always started and ended sex with you with those damned lips. And every time he knew curses would be flying from them again tomorrow, even if his name would also be moaning out through them just as passionately each night.

Buggy/Butt

His life was a circus. And not just in the literal way he would have preferred. Somehow every move he made garnered new success, but equal terror. He never knew what tomorrow would bring. As Cross Guild’s infamy grew, so did his reputation along with it. 

But his nerves were shot, and you could tell. When the others bullied him, you never added to it. He hadn’t a clue why you’d chosen him. But he wouldn’t take it for granted either as you’d come to sit in his lap, late at night in his room. You’d call him your captain, your emperor even, grinding that perfect ass into him as you tried to cheer him up. 

And it always worked. As he’d a bit too desperately slide your pants from you, you always humored him. Letting his hands massage and hold that enticing rear. If he wanted to spank you, you let him do that too. It was just so soft and…comforting? He might not admit it, but you were his only remaining stability in this place. If he lost you, that would have been his breaking point. But he trusted you too when you promised that you were in it for the long haul. He was already your pirate king.

Mihawk/Eyes

It was the way you’d looked at him that first time the two of you had ever crossed paths. You weren’t afraid of his history, even as you’d seen him kill a lesser swordsman right in front of you. 

By the time he got to know you better, he’d realized just how much he liked to gaze into those eyes. It was as if he could feel what you were thinking. And as your confidence grew, that ‘come hither’ look of yours became far more prominent as well. 

Just with a glance, he knew exactly when you were craving to have those physical needs sated. And he certainly respected that need, finding it rather quickly a mutual one as he’d often carry you to his bed. 

And even then as his hips would be pumping skillfully against your own, you’d be looking up at him in a haze of pleasure with those same beautiful eyes. A view for him alone, one he would cherish and protect forever more.

Shanks/Legs

It might have been a bit too crass on his part, that afternoon in the bar when he’d first noticed you from across the room. But his ship wouldn’t be in port for long. There wasn’t time to play this subtle. No, not at all as he’d whistled loudly, catcalling you while his crew had laughed. 

He’d gotten the full view as well when those same lovely legs had carried you right back up to the bar to tell him to go fuck himself. And the way he’d smiled at you just pissed you off even further of course. 

Your anger made you stay. And it was definitely a talent of his to inspire that, but he was persistent too. Soon enough you’d let him buy you a drink, and then a few more. By the time the two of you had been stumbling out of the bar, you were letting him know your room number at the nearby inn. You wanted to know if he was just all talk. He assured you that he was not.

And that night as he did get the privilege of those legs being wrapped around him as your bed creaked and shook in a marathon of lovemaking, he realized his crew probably could find more room on the ship. You had no ties to this town either. 

By morning he was more than pleased when you agreed to board. Beck had protested a little, just at the sudden impracticality of yet another mouth to feed. But Shanks knew you would fit in fine, all of you and those legs laying in his bunk warm beside him for years to come on your way through the New World.

Law/Hands

With an epithet like the Surgeon of Death, he of course knew better than most on the importance of dexterity and skill with the hands. Without his own, he felt that he would have been useless. 

But this appreciation for such talent had quickly extended to you once he’d finally given in. He’d ignored you for as long as he could, too logical in his understanding of how reckless it’d be to pursue a member of his own crew. But so many days and nights alone under the ocean’s surface had finally worn him down. 

The night on the Polar Tang when those skillful fingers of yours had finally been in his hair, and finally unbuttoning his pants soon after was one that had been so long coming. You’d gotten to see that other side of him then as he unraveled almost shamefully beneath your stroking and assurances. 

He’d taken care of everyone else for so long you told him, playing the part of their stoic leader. But you knew he was far from only that as your hands drew out all his pent up need. 

You promised him that he was safe with you. That you were with him until the end. And it was all true. The captain of the Heart Pirates would remain within your capable hands for as long as he desired to. And that desire would prove to be unbreakable.

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I ship them platonically as frenemies/found family. She is marine mother. Be a good boy, Doffy. 🦩💙

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Title: The Victor

(Chapter 5 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader is in the past, Doflamingo x Tsuru (platonic)

Chapter Warnings: foreplay without payoff, references to more physical abuse to reader, alcohol abuse

Chapter Synopsis: After the confrontation over you between Doflamingo and Aokiji in Sabaody, both men are now left dealing with those resulting emotions in their own ways. And you still find yourself caught in the middle, the three of you all having to find the next way forward.

Chapters: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5, 6

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This morning had been more than rough. You should have given into the nausea of last night and puked these toxins into the bushes. Instead of trying to be so tough to hold it in. Because what did dignity matter when you still felt this awful?

You’d been a little confused on your way to the gym too as you’d seen Kuzan walking the opposite way in the rain. Towards the harbor actually with an awfully serious look about him and his umbrella open above his head.

He hadn’t even seen you, you were sure. But you’d been in a crowd of other sailors. Vergo had volunteered you to give assistance in some basic haki training happening this morning.

And said class was thankfully being held inside the gym, in comparison to the poor luck of the muddy recruits now running past you all in the yard. You could hear Akainu’s whistle and yell towards them even now over the distant thunder.

“Too slow! Double time it you slugs!” He was screaming.

Oh, you did not miss that part of the rookie days.

The haki class itself had been pretty uneventful at first too. Not very many students, just those who had shown any aptitude at all and had been recommended to keep training by their commanding officers.

Of course Vice Admiral Vergo was well known for his advanced level of armament, so he’d been a guest teacher for today while still in Marineford. And for the entire morning you were only moving through the group as his assistant, giving pointers here or there where you could to the other marines to help improve their form.

If you hadn’t felt like such utter shit, you would have gladly asked Vergo to spar with you by the time lunch break came too. You knew he was above your level, but that was the only real way to learn and push past your own limits sometimes. You’d hoped you’d get another chance before he left to head back to G-5 base at least.

But you’d been sitting on the gym floor with your legs criss crossed, headache still going strong despite your best efforts to rehydrate as you ate the meager rations they’d brought in from the mess hall for lunch. It was too inefficient for the class to cross campus all the way there and come back. So the kitchen workers had just brought you all some sandwiches to get by on before training would start again.

And you were eating your sandwich and thinking about nothing at all. A rare privilege really, when suddenly you felt like you were being completely stared through.

Someone else’s haki had focused on you? You were still pretty bad at being able to know the difference. But your muscles did tense a little as you glanced up slightly.

And as your head turned, you realized Vergo had walked to the edge of the room and was now on the phone with someone. Holding a small receiver in his hand, so the voice on the other end could not be heard.

Vergo’s sunglasses always hid his eyes, much like someone else you knew. But you took another bite of your sandwich as you pretended to brush crumbs off your shirt instead of looking at him directly.

It was so stupid, but you were trying to seem completely unbothered as you could barely hear the Vice Admiral’s voice over the other chatting sailors. But this classroom was not that big. Just open floor with exercise mats and mirrors, nothing to really absorb sound well. And why did you even care?

“No. She’s been here with us all morning.” He said.

Okay, that was a bit more interesting as you tried to remember how many females there were in the room then. Maybe only another two or three? Yes, it was actually only two others. You saw them now, off in another corner together. Not at all where he was looking.

He was absolutely looking at you. 

And you were watching a seam on the side of your boot by then, wondering why your heart rate kept increasing. You really strained your ears to listen further.

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Doflamingo’s grip on the other end of that phone was incredibly tight. Enough to push some of the blood from his knuckles. But he did not break the snail’s receiver the way he’d done to the pen earlier. His voice was still low through his gritted teeth as he continued, “That piece of shit had the gall to come after me in my own house, Vergo.”

It was inexcusable of course. And even now the mansion staff were still trying to shovel the chunks of ice away floors below him. Doflamingo had shredded that frozen wall in a hateful fit not long after Aokiji’s departure of course.

The warlord had then immediately stormed upstairs as well. His mind forgot nothing, and he’d still recalled your number perfectly from before as he’d dialed it again then.

And he’d been pacing in his office, one fist clenching and unclenching, blood vessels pulsing on his forehead as the snail had only rang and rang.

He didn’t know what you had done to rile the admiral so thoroughly. But he was certain that you’d had some culpability in it all. Because you were just that infuriating.

It was fine if you had shown Aokiji what couldn’t be had. Doflamingo had even encouraged this, just as he’d given you permission to go out with the other man at all last night.

It would have been no different than when he’d paraded your body in front of Disco at the auction house. Because the obvious focus still should have been on the “could not have” aspect of it. 

But the admiral that he’d nearly just traded what surely would have been debilitating blows with, had not arrived here on just the thought of you alone.

No, that was the resolve of a man fighting for you. You had done something to make Aokiji feel as if you were still truly his to be defended. Doflamingo could see this no other way.

And even as he’d finally hung up that unanswered call to you, to ring Vergo instead, the memories from yesterday had still been so vivid as well.

Because you’d told him that you wanted him then. You’d told him that it was him alone that you thought of when you opened your legs at night. And he had believed you.

All this frustration for one goddamned bitch.

But Vergo was loyal at least, fully dependable in contrast to you as the vice admiral had answered right away. Vergo’s own snail was encrypted of course, fully safe while Doflamingo still paced and vented freely as soon as the other man was there to listen. 

Yet Vergo assured him that you’d been in sight all morning. That you were there right now in fact at some asinine marine class. If you’d put Aokiji up to this today, that conversation had to have taken place elsewhere.

But still Doflamingo wanted more. His current feelings couldn’t be sated with words alone. He needed to know that some sort of punishment would be carried out. Retribution for this pain in his chest that he couldn’t expel.

He hated you for it. The same way that he’d hated you as his finger tips had smeared through your tears in Disco’s office. Your wounded silence taking away all his pleasure as you’d broken too easily before him then.

“So what did you say, haki class was it?” Doflamingo grumbled in renewed question, trying to shake that mental image of you and your tears again. His hand was now running back through his hair. 

Fuck you and this feeling. No one could be allowed to humiliate him this way. So you needed to feel it in exchange, but even harder of course.

“Yes, training in armament.” The vice admiral replied.

“Then put on a lesson for me, Vergo. A decisive one.” But even through his cruel sneer, the warlord still found himself placing extra rules that he normally wouldn’t have. It was maddening.

“But not too far…I just want her to feel this. Go for the sternum, the ribs maybe. At least once hard enough to bring her down to her knees. The rest you can leave to me for later. I’m not done with her yet.” 

“I understand.” Vergo simply agreed in his usual flat tone, no judgment at all towards those heightened emotions still radiating from his master. “I’m sorry you had to experience this. I’ll take care of it.” He did add dutifully as well.

“Thank you, Vergo.” Doflamingo answered with another exhale. Finally sitting back down then at his desk, though still feeling no better for it. 

Yes, he also knew that in a way, this was exactly what he’d asked for. He had wanted to know the extent to which Aokiji may be a future problem. But in his mind, it’d been more him trying to gauge your lingering feelings for the admiral. Not the other way around.

He had truly underestimated your own hold on that man. Doflamingo had underestimated you.

A mistake he would not make twice.

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“She what?” The incredulous, yet fully serious voice came as the large transponder snail on Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s desk now glowered into the room.

“I told you to tell her at the end of the meeting, not the beginning, if you were going to tell her at all.” Vice Admiral Garp chuckled at the predictable response, his big fist full of another round of potato chips before he shoved them into his mouth from the bag.

Sengoku scowled at the loud crunching sounds that followed. Garp sitting across from him in the office and generating a mess of crumbs. It was only the two of them here, plus the now angry female on the phone as Tsuru continued over the snail’s speaker.

“And you were just going to let me find all this out myself weren’t you?”

“The reception in Lyra is terrible, Tsuru-chan.” Sengoku tried. She was still stationed abroad. And even the high powered snails here at HQ had trouble reaching those distant mountainous islands like the one she was now on. “There was no point in-“

“Who brought her to the infirmary?” She cut him off again.

“Kizaru.” Garp answered, just speaking as he still loudly chewed. “Just an excuse to get back out of the damned rain I’m sure. The man bitches about it every time.”

“He’s also a terrible gossip. So this will be everywhere already then.” Tsuru sighed, the irritation from her still palpable.

“I mean, it is pretty goddamned funny.” Garp responded, knowing when he was likely pushing her too far. But he didn’t exactly care either. He feared no one. “Akainu about blew a gasket. If he didn’t want to be puked on, probably should have moved a little faster!”

“It was just his boots.” Sengoku clarified before Tsuru could react further. The fleet admiral was regretting letting Garp in here at all by this point.

This had been a previously scheduled meeting for an update on the rebellion in Lyra that Tsuru was currently addressing. But with everything that had recently happened with her own subordinate, Sengoku knew that Tsuru would want to know.

Firstly, the whole mess in Sabaody yesterday that you had been involved in. Tsuru hadn’t liked that at all of course considering which warlord was present for it. And now, just today some training incident that had gone off the rails. It was still confusing as to why it had escalated that quickly. But Sengoku was leaving this solely to Tsuru if she felt there needed to be any followup on it.

All Sengoku knew at this point was that Vice Admiral Vergo, visiting from base G-5, had moved his haki class outside to the yard to have more room for sparring exercises.

But somehow you and Vergo had taken things above and beyond everyone else. Blame, fairly or not, was also being put more heavily on you for choosing not to tap out when faced with a higher level opponent.

And at some point you’d been hit hard enough to land where two of the admirals were still supervising rookie drills. And you’d thrown up on Akainu’s boots, forcing Kizaru to talk the literal hothead back down while whisking you off to the infirmary.

The only thing Sengoku had heard since then was that you likely had some cracked ribs and a possible concussion. Luckily only that, but the fact that for two days in a row now you’d become the center of some utter fiasco was still worrying.

At least worrying to himself and Tsuru anyway. Garp seemed to find it entirely entertaining.

“She’s just a kid.” The Vice Admiral replied. “You know we did the same shit back in our day.”

“Speak for yourself.” Tsuru grumbled, her impatience with him evident as usual. But she had grown up through the ranks with these two men, and she could also speak freely with them as she worried aloud.

“It’s not either incident alone which is the worst of course.” Her tone was changing the more she thought too. She sounded more troubled now. “The day I left her in Mariejois, I had concerns. And after that day I could tell that something was wrong. I thought it was that stupid boy Smoker. If it was, then you’d be right for once, Garp. Just children figuring things out.”

She sighed again. “But then you tell me he is involved with the auction house now. And that the day after dealing with him alone there, she’s now acting out enough to pick fights with Vice Admirals?” 

“You think it’s related?” Sengoku asked her.

“If Doflamingo upset or humiliated her, then yes. Her risk management falters quickly in those circumstances. She’d fight to her last breath to regain some sense of control or power in times like that. It’s a stress response for her.”

“But by the reports we have, there was no physical altercation between Doflamingo and your captain in Sabaody.” Sengoku offered.

Tsuru made a doubtful sound on the other end of the line.

“I don’t know why you still let that pink shitbird get under your skin so much, Tsuru-chan.” Garp grunted at that.

“He’s not a rookie pirate anymore. And his influence is only growing now that he’s a warlord too. I’ve learned the hard way never to discount him.” Was Tsuru’s rather cold response. “I’ll deal with it though. But please keep an eye on her for me in the meantime. It may be time to ship her back my way. I didn’t expect to be away from HQ this long. Base life doesn’t suit her very well regardless. She needs to get back out in the field.”

“Setting sail and bashing some pirates’ heads together is always the best medicine for all ailments.” Garp could at least agree somewhat to that.

“We’ll look at who has ships heading towards you next and let you know.” Sengoku replied, though fully realizing this would likely not be the last time he’d be hearing your name in relation to all this now.

They were getting too old for these new generation dramas.

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You were essentially trapped now. The nurse on duty had threatened you with strong sedatives if you refused to stay in this bed at least another hour.

Their excuse was the need to continue monitoring you for signs of head injury. But if it was a concussion, you’d had stronger ones. Vergo’s fist had left you briefly seeing stars for sure, yet you hadn’t fully blacked out.

It was only that strike just below your chest that had done you in. Partially off center, and into ribs that Doflamingo had already weakened with his tantrum of yesterday. 

Even with your own armament up at the time, it was like Vergo had pushed energy straight through that barrier. Stronger than a bullet as he’d knocked you from the sparring area to win with an immediate out of bounds call.

Anyone else in your shoes would have tapped out long before then of course. But you just couldn’t. The more he’d hit you, the stronger you’d hit back. The more pissed off you’d been.

But it was still too much. And certainly too much for today as you’d been on your knees in the mud before you’d really known what had happened. Finally losing your lunch right onto those boots then in front of you as Akainu didn’t back away quickly enough.

Of course it was not in that admiral’s nature to move for anyone though. So why would he have? But he didn’t expect that resulting vomit as you’d coughed and struggled to breathe after Vergo’s last incredible strike.

Akainu had never liked you at all either. And for a moment you had felt the mud heating up dangerously below you as his temper had flared. 

Kizaru had grabbed you by the back of your shirt to get you out of the way then. Like picking up a stunned kitten really. An embarrassment in its own way as he’d also then volunteered to drag you to the infirmary against your will. 

And now you both remained here. You laying in one of the infirmary beds, watching the timer the nurse had set, and Kizaru sitting languidly in the chair next to said bed. One of his long legs crossed over the other as he seemed he truly had nowhere better to be.

“You don’t have to stay.” You said for probably the third time now. 

Kizaru’s arms were crossed over his chest, just perfectly unbothered in that almost annoying way of his. “It’s still raining. I’m fine here.”

Why they only ever called Aokiji the lazy one, you weren’t fully sure.

Maybe if he’d stayed quiet it wouldn’t have been so bad. But Kizaru couldn’t do that either.

“So…” His voice started up yet again. “This is what, three for three now of Captain (Y/N) related incidents? And the last two nearly within twenty four hours. You’re starting to outdo yourself.”

You really couldn’t tell if he was making fun of you or just noting this as interesting enough to comment on. But either way you didn’t like it.

“Well, are you going to write me up for something?” You asked flatly, not knowing what he expected you to do about any of this now. You were well aware that people were still talking about your dust up with Smoker in Mariejois. And of course the auction house yesterday, and now it would be about you, Vergo, and Akainu’s vomit boots today.

Troublemaker was another moniker of yours you often heard in not so quiet whispers. 

But Kizaru’s demeanor never really changed at your attitude. He just answered you with a question of his own. “If Aokiji never reprimands you, then what right do I have to discipline you either?”

Your eyebrows raised a little as Kizaru turned his head to make eye contact with you through those transparent sunglasses before he kept on.

“I don’t know what Aokiji’s dragging his feet for though. You always get him flustered. It’d just be the sensible thing for him to go ahead and admit it right?”

How your body could still have had the energy for that flush of heat to go immediately to your face when you’d just been pounded into the mud not long ago was a feat in its own right. But you didn’t hesitate much.

“Aokiji and I are just friends.” You said with the plainness of someone repeating a legal statement.

“Uh huh,” Kizaru answered, tilting his head a little as if working out a stiffness in his neck brought on by the cheap infirmary chair. “And water isn’t wet.”

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Hours later you’d finally been alone in your room again. The sun had long since set and you were hurting all over as the remnants of mud darkened your shower drain. 

When that was done, you refused to even look in the mirror as you dried off. Your body was a battlefield by this point. Even you weren’t sure which bruise was from who anymore. Unless they truly looked like Doflamingo’s bites or sucks, it was anyone’s guess.

Karma wasn’t something you really believed in. Because you’d seen too many good people suffer and too many bad people win. But if you had done something to truly merit this, you could still only wonder what that would have been. 

Especially when an abrupt knock came at your door.

What in the fuck now? Was your first tired thought as you dropped your towel to grab a robe instead. You did tighten it well and pull the collar high before you went to the door.

There were no peep holes in these doors. Something that wouldn’t normally matter as you cracked the door just slightly, expecting one of your female neighbors at most.

But your breath caught in your chest as you saw that familiar admiral coat at your eye level instead.

And Kuzan said nothing, just looking down at you as you opened the door wider in surprise.

Yet you could smell alcohol again as you heard girls laughing in the distance. They were just entering the barracks from the outside. They’d be coming around the corner into your corridor shortly. They’d see him at your door, and you only in your bathrobe.

So you grabbed that stupid man by his marine tie, jerking him towards you as he did not resist. The door slammed shut as he disappeared into your room. Those girls not even noticing the sound over their own voices before they entered the hallway.

“What the hell are you doing!?” You fussed up at him. You’d already had to argue with Kizaru of all people earlier, likely the biggest gossip on base about these very kinds of things.

And Kuzan was just going to show up unannounced to make this all even harder? 

But he was just staring at you for that moment. He actually looked sad, sincerely so. In a way that had your anger melting away as his dark eyes stayed focused on you.

“Kuzan?” You asked him, more concerned then.

“I’m sorry.” His words finally came. He looked distracted, bothered. It was different things all at once. 

He moved away from you too, going to sit on the edge of your bed as the closest thing to take his weight off of his feet.

“You’ve been drinking.” You stated the obvious. It was much worse than he’d been last night. But you’d seen this before. You knew what it meant.

“What happened?” You asked him carefully, fearing the worst.

He was still watching you. That heavy look, his legs were spread. “I just…I just want you.” But he was almost fighting himself. Changing the meaning with just a few additional words. “I…want you to be okay.”

“You’re drunk.” You tried again, still not understanding at all where this could be coming from. “You can sleep it off here if you need to.” You would still protect him of course.

It wasn’t just about you. You did care about Kuzan’s reputation as well. He’d had his struggles with alcohol as most knew, but normally only when really triggered. He’d be sober by morning and no one would be the wiser. You could sneak him back out of here. It would be fine.

“(Y/N).” He just sounded more insistent.

You watched him carefully. That chilled vapor was coming from his mouth then. He needed to control himself. Your anxiety did increase as the room’s temperature continued to drop.

“Kuzan, you need to rest. Lay down.” You tried to sound more forceful as the chill bumps started across your skin.

“I can’t…because I can’t help you if you keep lying to me.” His eyes were so sharp, even if his voice was not.

And at this you did feel that first real tinge of fear. 

He stood again not long after. And when he did, you saw those ice crystals sparkling across your bedsheets from where his hands had been.

But you stood your ground as his long legs crossed the distance between you so easily. 

This man would never hurt you. Not on purpose. You knew this even as your own breath started to turn to vapor as he came to stand in front of you once more.

And his arm moved around your waist then. The other onto your shoulder. He was steadying himself. But it was so cold. It was as if that touch went straight through the thin robe direct to your skin as he said these new words.

“Doflamingo…what is he to you?”

The world stopped.

Maybe your heartbeat with it. Your legs felt numb. His grip was on you harder. He was the one holding you up now instead.

But you couldn’t make a sound. There was ice on your lips. Even before his own soft mouth had covered yours.

You didn’t even know if you were letting him, or if you really couldn’t move any longer. The taste was so familiar, but masked with the alcohol. That intense cold like drinking him into yourself as you felt the pain beginning in your lungs.

Ice crystals were forming inside your airway as you finally raised your hand enough to grip the side of his face. You dug your fingernails in.

It wouldn’t hurt him, his cheek was more ice than skin now. But he did feel it. 

As soon as his lips parted from yours just that slightest bit, you forced that frigid air back out enough to speak.

“Let me breathe.” But even as you said so, you hadn’t moved away from him at all.

And he understood. Not apologizing yet, but you could feel the ice beginning to withdraw. He was reigning himself back in just enough even as his face remained pressed against yours.

He did let you breathe as requested then. Your body heat reclaiming your lungs bit by bit as you felt his hand wandering up from your waist. He rubbed your back to assist in the gentle thaw as his power continued to recede.

But you still had to answer him. Even as numb and fearful as you still were. Did Kuzan think you were a traitor? Would he hate you? You had no idea how he knew about Doflamingo yet, and maybe even more importantly what he knew.

“We’ve had interactions.” You tried to start. The cold still stung your throat. “But it’s all new...”

Kuzan made a sound. He had lifted his head enough to look down into your eyes again. “So it’s true?”

His voice was different then. And you didn’t like that harshness. You wanted the softer man back from out of all this ice. “My loyalty is to my friends, to my crew, Kuzan. That won’t change.” You promised, but it sounded more like begging. “I’m a marine.” You said, as much trying to comfort yourself as him in this moment. 

“He’s a devil…he really is, (Y/N). Why…why would you let him…did you let him?” And it was clear that Kuzan was still so unsure of which answer would be worse.

To live with the knowledge that Doflamingo had taken you against your will, or the equal torture in the realization that you may have actually wanted the madman to do it.

Was this the debate that had plagued Kuzan today as he’d poisoned himself with drink until he could stagger to your door? But still, why? How did he find out?

“It’s a bit of both.” You finally answered, unable to lie any further when faced with this weakened king right before you. Because he was a king to you. Kuzan commanded more respect with his selflessness than the Heavenly Demon ever could through cruelty.

But that logic didn’t make you immune to Doflamingo’s flames and that growing desire for him either. Far from it. It was as if the two of them combined could have made the perfect man for you. Fire and ice.

And what a selfishly deranged thought to think though. Especially when faced with the true pain that your indecisiveness between them could cause.

You didn’t give Kuzan time to reply. You didn’t want him hurting any longer. You resolved yourself to relieve this as much you could for him in this moment. At the very least you could do that as some form of atonement for whatever he’d suffered through today.

You’d had no idea he was still holding onto these kinds of feelings. But maybe so were you. Because this vulnerability was still something that Doflamingo couldn’t fully give you.

If the warlord even had a side like this. If he really did, wouldn’t he have just cut it out as a weakness long ago?

Kuzan had not forsaken any such faults though. You knew he hadn’t in the way his knees weakened as soon as you’d started kissing him again.

He wouldn’t stop you either. He didn’t want to stop as the two of you moved together to fall back onto your bed.

It felt so old and so new all at the same time. You knew just how to undo his tie. Your fingers remembered every button in his vest and his shirt. All those prestigious layers of that marine uniform cast to the floor one after another.

He wasn’t sobering up by any means, but he was more focused then. Wanting something too and controlling the ice so much better now, letting your hands move freely across him as you finally reached bare skin.

His broad chest, breathing for you as you kissed across it. But that milder cold still remained, assisting you even as it now dulled all the aches and pains across your own body. Your bruises, your cracked ribs, all these things that were meaningless to you in this moment.

When your hands ran down his flat abdomen to his belt, you did glance briefly back up to him. You saw that briefest hesitation in his eyes, but then he nodded.

You had his permission to go further. And you didn’t waste it, unbuckling the belt to open it, along with the button and zipper of his white pants soon after.

When it was all loose, he raised his hips to help you in sliding them off. His shoes had already come off sometime at the beginning. Socks now joining them with his pants on your floor.

He was just in his boxer briefs then. Not the instant nudity of Doflamingo who seemed to like nothing between his cock and the open air but those ever tight capris pants.  

You couldn’t help but keep contrasting the two men even then as you gently started to massage Kuzan through his boxers. 

But were you taking advantage of the weakened admiral in the same way that Doflamingo would so gladly have done to you now? And how could his hold already be this strong for you to even be thinking these things? The warlord was still in your bed in your own mind even as another man now laid down into it.

“It’s been a while,” Kuzan breathed out as you felt him beginning to tighten beneath your touch.

And at first you thought he meant since the last time you and he had actually been together like this. Because yes, that’d be at least three years ago now.

But something in the needful way he still looked at you made you second guess that. Did he mean the last time since he’d been intimate with anyone at all?

“How long, Kuzan?” You asked gently then, realizing he may have neglected himself entirely. Which was completely unnecessary. Kuzan could have about any woman on this base if he actually tried. And he could be a complete flirt when he wanted to be. 

“Almost five months.” He admitted honestly. “A girl at a bar. I didn’t know she was just trying to get back at her boyfriend though.”

“Ouch,” you said affectionately before admitting your own previous record. “Smoker made me wait three months then dumped me.” You half smiled. 

It was something how quickly you could both tell each other almost anything again. Just like it used to be as you fell back into those old rhythms. But there was still that massive shadow hanging over you both. And he hadn’t forgotten it either.

“Did you and Doflamingo…” Kuzan started, even as his abdomen tensed, he was hard beneath those boxers now.

And of course he had a right to know. You could imagine that getting seconds from a pirate was not on any admiral’s wishlist to be sure. Also with the extra baggage of it being unprotected sex as well unfortunately. 

You hadn’t been in the position to demand a condom in either instance of course. Just praying that the pirate was wealthy and intelligent enough to have the right medicines on hand to keep himself clear of STD’s. Your marine issued birth control pills were a necessity you’d always kept to the daily regimen of as well.

Why Doflamingo had insisted on going in raw and not pulling out either you weren’t sure about yet. Whether that was just his reckless nature, or something more specific to you was far too soon to tell.

“Me and him? Twice…” You answered quietly, not without guilt still in your tone. Even if Doflamingo hadn’t gotten to finish you that second time in Sabaody.

Kuzan groaned. You knew if he was sober the reactions would have been so much worse. So maybe the alcohol was still a blessing in its own way. As it was now he just looked somewhat miserable again even as ice crystals still sparkled across the mattress around you both. “I just…don’t understand, (Y/N).”

“I don’t really either,” you admitted too. “And I don’t even know if I can…well, take you right now because of that. I don’t have any condoms here anymore.” You and Smoker had been together long enough to trust that each other were clean. And you were just trying to be up front. Plus you were still torn anyway. You probably couldn’t have endured him without serious ice to numb you again anyway.

But your hands worked fine. Your mouth worked fine if he wanted that. All he had to do was show that it was still okay.

“You don’t have to do anything for me, (Y/N).” He breathed instead as he reached for you then. “That’s not why I’m here.”

And he was then kissing you again, disregarding his erection as you felt him loosening the belt of your bathrobe. His cold hands slipped beneath it as he so gently pulled that last barrier from your shoulders.

You saw him lean back enough to look at you as it fell away. A light frown downturned his lips as he looked across all the damage. 

Kuzan sighed, fingertips tracing some of it with the cold growing a little more around you again. “Of you and me, I was always supposed to be the more self destructive one…when did that change?” 

Probably around the time that he’d first left you you thought to yourself. It had been so hard then. You had to get even tougher to keep going. But when you didn’t answer him, he just shifted you both so that you were now on your back in the bed, him above you as he straddled you. 

And in some way, being under him made you feel so young again. Like true innocent affection despite still being nude in bed with him right now. How those two things could coexist made about as much sense as anything else right now as he started kissing your collarbones.

You knew he was being so careful with you too, even as his lips moved lower to suck one of your breasts gently. His chilled mouth teasing you unintentionally as your hand reached up to stroke through his hair and down the back of his neck.

Kuzan had always joked about really liking breasts whenever he flirted with girls. Doflamingo had focused on yours a bit too. But not in the same way that Kuzan made them a real priority as soon as they were available to him.

If you had to pick a part of your body that Doflamingo had seized on most, well it was just the main attraction at this point. He just wanted to fuck you and nothing else as far as you knew. Whether by cock or tongue, that man wanted to be inside.

Kuzan had never been that way though. He wouldn’t say no to the privilege of course, but he’d never been in a hurry. He would get there when he got there. It wasn’t about any specific endgame. It was just about being together.

And yet…even now as Kuzan’s mouth worked your chest and his hand slid protectively over your hip, you didn’t feel like this reunion changed a thing between you.

It didn’t feel like tomorrow would be any different than yesterday or the day before that. Maybe he had missed you. Maybe this was his own form of penance if he thought in any way that his prior actions had put you on a road to falling into the grasp of a man like Doflamingo.

But somehow you still knew that when the sun came up this ice would be melted again and he would be gone. Back to only being your friend.

“Kuzan…” It may be your only chance to ask, the alcohol dropping enough walls for him to answer you once and for all. This question that had plagued you even on the nights that it was Smoker instead who would have been above you like this.

“Hmm?” The admiral turned his head, just resting it against your chest then to listen to you.

You knew he could hear your heartbeat too in that position now as you brought your fingers back into his hair.

“Why did you really leave me…why wasn’t I good enough for you then?”

And he made another sound and you realized he had closed his eyes. But his expression looked somewhat miserable again. He didn’t want to talk about this.

“Kuzan.” You raised your voice a little. 

His eyes opened slightly. He was using your chest as something to rest against all the same. “I’m sorry…I’m just an asshole, (Y/N).” He murmured. “I couldn’t stay. I can’t have a family. None of it. My path doesn’t allow that…it’d just end only one way. I’d lose them…lose you.”

“And nothing has changed now, has it?” You knew the answer already. But you both needed to say it.

“No. It hasn’t. I can’t…”

“You can’t love me.” You finished for him.

“No.” He breathed. “Not that way.”

“It’s okay…” You heard yourself saying. Even with the pain that went through your chest at the final confirmation. “Nobody can.”

He lifted his head, just enough to look at you again. His eyes looked so tired. “That isn’t true.”

You smiled just barely. “It doesn’t matter. Doflamingo isn’t capable of it either I’m sure.” And before he could interrupt you for saying that name that he still didn’t want to hear, you asked something else. 

“So are you going to out me about him? I am still a marine like I said. He put me in a bad spot, but I did what I had to so that I was the only one he hurt. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I’m not a traitor, Kuzan. And if it does go too far, I know you can stop me. Is that what you really came here to tell me?”

And for the first time Kuzan had a trace of fear in his own eyes. But he was also too tired to do much more than interlace his fingers in yours then, with his head still on your chest.

“Hina is the only other one that knows. That boy told her what he saw and she told me. She won’t out you.” He took another breath though. “But I went and saw Doflamingo in Sabaody this morning…”

And an additional streak of fear cut through you at those words. But the most terrible thing of all was that you actually felt a concern for the demon himself. You had almost asked if Kuzan had hurt Doflamingo, if he had frozen him before you bit your lip to stop such insane words from coming out of your mouth.

“We didn’t fight. It came close.” Kuzan said, though his expression didn’t say how much he may have noticed your near slip. “But I thought about it the rest of the day. All day at the bar until I finally realized…”

He’d closed his eyes again. There was a new defeat in the way he’d draped across your body now. “I still don’t understand why it has to be true…but I realized he’s just the kind of man you like to fight with. And you love to fight so much…you always have. So he didn’t just choose you. You’re choosing him. Aren’t you?You wouldn’t give that rush up even if I begged you to…”

You were speechless. 

Kuzan nuzzled further into your bare chest however. He somewhat clumsily reached out to pull the blankets around you both as well.

“I’ll leave in the morning. I trust you…whatever you do.” He murmured. “But I’ll kill him the moment he goes too far. Don’t let him hurt you again…if he does there’s nowhere that pirate could hide from the ice age I’d bring.”

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Late into the night, the rains had finally moved on. But the stress in Doflamingo’s mind had not. He knew that Vergo had carried out his orders just as asked. They hadn’t gotten to talk about it any more as he’d had to go into phone meetings as Joker the rest of the day. But no news was good news. It meant that everything was completed as expected.

The warlord had decided to let the hours pass by even further after that too. Trying to think out his next plans before he’d make any other move.

He’d busied himself too with readying to sail for Dressrosa in the darkness. The Sabaody house would be out of play for a while as he’d gathered the things from his office. 

Even this morning’s threats from Aokiji hadn’t been enough to fully deter him though. He was apparently willing to risk it all as the longer the day had gone on, the more he’d realized that he wanted…no, needed to see you again.

He would absolutely still be holding you to that agreement of staying with him a few nights in exchange for the release of those slaves as well. Just not at Sabaody as things needed a longer pause there now.

The warlord had other houses though. Plenty of them that he could choose farther from Marineford. Somewhere more difficult for unwanted company to interrupt everything he wanted to have all the time in the world to finally do to you. He was sure his opportunity would come.

He hadn’t been boarded on his ship long at all, navigators setting course for Dressrosa as he’d headed below deck and away from the now clear, starlit skies. He’d actually considered just getting a quick nap in as he entered his captain’s quarters to sit alone on his bed as well.

He was more than tired after such a long day. He had more work he could be doing instead of sleeping though. The door was already shut and locked as he removed his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. 

The right eye was dry, the left stung even more than usual.

He sat in silence, opening only his right eye after another moment. He rubbed at the left eye, then blinking it to see only shadows and haze through it as always before closing it again to lessen the stinging. 

Leaving his glasses on the nightstand, he laid back onto the bed regardless. He’d kicked off his shoes and put his arms behind his head, probably falling asleep within a half hour at most.

At least until one of the snails rang anyway. There were always several wherever he slept. Different snails for contacts all over the world. 

Doflamingo actually just rolled over for once though, burying his face in his overstuffed pillow. Maybe that nap needed to be a few hours anyway. But the snail just kept ringing. 

And with that amount of persistence he finally had to lift his head up to look. His right eye trying to focus on which snail it was before that eye did widen in realization.

A specific marine snail that hadn’t rang in quite some time was now vibrating among its peers. Doflamingo’s hair was still messy from rolling around in the bed as his strings brought that receiver quickly to his hand. And the snail with it as he pulled it onto the mattress beside him. Hurrying to catch the caller before they might finally stop.

“Well,” He said, already feeling that bit of adrenaline starting to rile him back fully awake too. It really had been a while. “What am I in trouble for this time?” He asked, with his hand partially going over his eyes in habit, as if to hide them even over the phone as he lay on his back again.

“Doflamingo.” Tsuru’s voice carried over. Not angry, not pleased, just fully Tsuru as she answered him. “I had thought you’d outgrown this childish fixation. You’ve been bothering one of my crew again.”

“Do you mean short skirt?” He smiled at her usual bluntness, but it actually wasn’t a harsh expression on his face. There was a little nostalgia here. It’d been a few years since he’d said that older nickname in front of Tsuru.

“I told you not to call her that again.”

“Captain is a lot more boring of an honorific, Tsuru-san.”

Of course, he should have been far more upset at this surprise. Because the moment that Tsuru would become involved between the two of you was inevitable, but also an entire new difficulty level that he may not currently be prepared for.

And yet, it wasn’t at all like being confronted by Aokiji this morning. Doflamingo truly didn’t mind hearing her voice again. Regardless of the circumstances.

“So what accusations am I facing then?” He actually yawned as he stretched within his bed. “Apologies if you’re going to have to be more specific.” 

He could hear Tsuru’s resulting frown even without looking back to the snail, himself always irking her whenever he insisted on being so purposefully informal in their interactions. It was such an old game he never tired of. 

“Firstly, did you misbehave in Mariejois?” Her tone was sharp.

His lips parted slightly. If she was asking, then she was already quite sure that he’d done something. And she was even a step ahead of what Aokiji had been then. But of course he’d expect nothing less from Tsuru.

“She sat with me at the meeting while she gave her little report on the war for you. So professional. I did try to trip her, but that didn’t even work.” He admitted with another rare, genuine smile.

“Brat.” Tsuru grumbled. “But that can’t be the whole of it.”

“You’re the one that had to dangle her in front of me. I don’t know what you expected.” He dared to taunt a little without actually admitting more.

“As I said, I thought you’d outgrown that stupid fixation. You’re too old for this nonsense. Keep to your harems in Dressrosa and leave my crew alone.”

He laughed abruptly. Tsuru actually still saw this as a boyhood crush that he refused to release? He had teased her before about you in the North Blue days, yes. So he knew where she was coming from with this. But it was still something else entirely to hear her say it.

“But my pool girls at the castle can’t fight like she can. They can’t send you or even admirals to gut me like she can. It’s a completely different game. You know how much I like a challenge.”

“You can feel challenged all the way to Impel Down, boy.”

“Feh,” He was still smiling. “You’d miss me and you know it. Besides, we’re on the same side now like you always wanted. Why can’t it just finally be water under the bridge?”

“You’re still a pirate. And you don’t take care of your toys, Doflamingo. You break them and then you discard them. That girl has been with me since she was sixteen. And unfortunately, I know you’ve had your attention on her since then too. But it doesn’t give you any right to her. You think everything belongs to you. That’s not how this works.”

He did frown a little then. But he wasn’t afraid to dig deeper, maybe even complaining to her actually about the injustice he still thought he’d suffered this morning. “You know you aren’t even the first marine to give me this speech today. Though it sounds a lot less patronizing coming from you.”

And there was a pause there. Which actually delighted him a little, with him having even a rare sliver of information that she did not.

“It was your Admiral Aokiji. I guess that’s her new marine boyfriend again already? He came to my house in Sabaody this morning to bitch at me about having that little skirmish with her at the auction house. I suppose I must have made him jealous. He really was an asshole about the whole thing.”

But he couldn’t catch that woman off guard for long, as she absorbed this revelation easily. “Then I hope his ice gave you a wake up call. Just stay out of it. He’s not someone to be trifled with.”

“Neither am I,” The warlord’s pride did force him to remind her then, but he still wasn’t cold in tone. Not to her. “All I’m hearing though is that you all think I’m not good enough for her. It’s insulting. But let’s talk hypothetical since you took your precious time to make this call about her anyway. What happens if she falls for me instead? Do you excommunicate her from your little sailing brigade? Again, per the World Government, you and I are allies now. No matter how much you still call me a regular pirate. There’s nothing regular about me, Vice Admiral.”

It really had been some time since they’d conversed for this long. But Tsuru was always his match and more when it came to verbal debate as she responded without hesitation. “You’re fantasizing about things that can’t be. I have no doubt that you could hide behind your charms for even months or more if you chose to. But she’s not as ruthless as you’d require. And if it did become public, her rank would be frozen at best. She’d lose all credibility. And she’s worked far too hard to throw that away for a man who can’t even love her.”

Doflamingo felt his teeth grit at that damned word. It was simultaneous to that slight twist in his chest again. Yet he didn’t lose his temper. “You’re so practical as always. But tell me the truth then. If I said I wanted to at least try, would you still do everything in your power to stop me? I don’t care what the world thinks of me. A kingdom of my own was my goal for so long. And now I have one thanks to Riku’s madness. So I’m chasing my next treasure. And I’m starting to think that it’s time for Dressrosa to have a queen. I could give her everything. You know that I could. Would it really be so terrible for her?” 

She finally sounded more irritated then, maybe even surprised for a single moment. This was of course the first he was confessing these new intentions to anyone. But it was only natural that she’d be the first to know as Tsuru answered him. “And the moment she does anything at all to challenge your ego, or your ideas of people only existing in tiers beneath you as your servants at best, would you kill her, boy? Because I don’t think you understand how to function any differently than that. A woman is not a toy, not a puppet, not a pet.” 

But she still took another breath, and here showcased the real reason why Doflamingo had tolerated this old marine mother for so many years. “I know you’re lonely. I know it hurts you. But forcing more people into your family against their will is only going to lead to another Minion Island. She’s a marine. She’ll always choose to save others even at the expense of herself in the end. Because that’s what we do. Even if you can only see that selflessness as betrayal to your own aspirations.”

His smile was fully gone as his hand slid away from his eyes then. If the snail copied the look in them now, it was what it was. Tsuru had seen these eyes before of course, and the pain that lived inside them.

“Rosinante never loved me, Tsuru-san. It’s not the same. And I know when things are worth risking and when they aren’t now. I’m smarter than I was then. She doesn’t have to be involved in anything unsavory.” And that was of course putting it lightly. “I don’t need another soldier. I already have plenty.”

“How long has this been going on then?” She asked, seeming to start to accept how very deep into this obsession he already was. How serious he really was.

“Since you recruited and flaunted her in front me years ago.” He responded, as if still blaming Tsuru for all of it too.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. I made sure she was oblivious to your leering and your dirty comments back then. Because she had a right to grow up without that burden on her self worth. She was still a child.”

“But you still let Aokiji have her.” He retorted, and it was more spiteful there.

Tsuru sighed. They had already been through this too. Years ago when it had first happened. “Don’t you dare lecture me on morality, boy. I’ve raised enough daughters. There does come an age where they’re going to go out and find a partner whether you approve of it or not. And if you don’t let them, the rebellion and self destruction they’ll choose instead would be even worse. I knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Just as much as I knew it wouldn’t last. And it never will now either as long as he’s still wishing to remain an admiral. That’s his own choice after what happened to Zephyr. Kuzan doesn’t want to be close to anyone.”

Doflamingo’s eyebrows lowered. This didn’t make sense to him. And Tsuru had never divulged that extra tidbit before. Aokiji was afraid? “He was ready to try and kill me this morning if I so much as sneezed. He wants her that bad and yet he still chooses to be without her?”

“He chooses distance because he does care about her. You wouldn’t understand. And the only reason I’m telling you this at all is so that you don’t resent her for someone she’s not even going to have. I know how that mind of yours works. You’re the most jealous thing that ever breathed.”

He sneered a little. “Sometimes I think you lie about which devil fruit you really have. You see through everyone don’t you?”

“Not everyone. I know you commit far more crimes than I can put evidence to at this point. But if the question is just how you’ll react to something? Please, you haven’t changed at all.”

“Why do you always have to be so difficult?” He exhaled, even as that tension faded again. “What do I have to do to convince you that I won’t kill her? You talk about your daughters, but what about me? You keep telling me ‘no’ over and over, you know it only makes things worse on this side too. Let me pursue her, even if you think this will never work. Fine, I’ll walk away when I’m done. Just like Aokiji did. But if you keep blocking me, you know it just makes me want to tear right through those walls.”

“You still never answered me on how long this has been going on. You hadn’t asked me about her since you’ve been a king. Now all the sudden you’re fixated more than ever. Why?”

“It was Mariejois of course.” He confirmed. “The very moment you left her alone with me, Tsuru-san. Can’t you at least commend my patience? It only took that many years for you to think I’d forgotten about her.”

“And then Sabaody.” She said, taking her own deep breath, seeming to accept this as her mistake. Obviously she didn’t know the extent of what had happened in either instance. She only knew that his desire for you had been fully rekindled because of it.

“So, I answered you.” His voice was fully serious though. “You do the same. What do I have to do to prove to you that I can play house with her without any casualties? You never know, she might even like it enough that she decides being a queen is a better gig than being shot at by pirates all day long as a marine.”

Tsuru still scoffed. “I can’t hand her over to someone whose going to inevitably destroy her. I don’t know how more plainly I can say that. You’ll never have my blessing.”

And there was a deeper desperation that must truly be there for him to use this comparison now. “But I’ve never truly hurt you. We’ve argued, and we’ve pitted our soldiers against one another like pieces on a chessboard over and over. But I never have gone for your throat, have I? And I won’t. And you know why.”

The silence in that moment made him smile again. Aokiji had been such a prick to think he was truly lying about this this morning. “I didn’t force you into my family.” Doflamingo kept on. “All those years ago, when you took that wounded boy you so pitied into your heart willingly. So let me do the same for her. I have room for you both in what’s left of mine. Because a boy will always need his mother figure. But now this man wants his queen as well.”

“I don’t think there is a heart there anymore, Doflamingo. Even as remnants. But, I’m not going to waste more breath on what you clearly have already decided. So I’ll say this. I can’t stop her. But I will tell her the truth. Everything I know about you. And unfortunately, it doesn’t break any written protocol we have for a marine to fraternize with a warlord given your government immunity. So I can’t formally punish either of you. But as I said, it absolutely would be a social stigma that could ruin all she’s accomplished. And I’ll warn her of that too. In short, I’ll do all I can to show her the terrible choice you would really be.”

“I can accept that challenge.” Doflamingo did smile again then. This was the best it would possibly be then. He was realistic enough to know that. So honestly, it almost did feel like a victory. 

And Tsuru always had the perfect read on every situation as long as she had enough information to do so. The ‘Great Tactician’ they still called her.

So Doflamingo also believed her when she said that Aokiji would not take you back. Not fully or publicly anyway. And the warlord could live with this too. Because it meant that you’d never truly belong to Kuzan, even if he still wanted you. Because half measures weren’t enough for you. You were an all or nothing kind of woman.

And Doflamingo would now be the only one of the two of them willing to go all in.

His grin had stretched from ear to ear once more. 

He’d won.

“Well anything else to berate me with before I hang up? I think I’m actually going to sleep well for once tonight. So thank you. I do enjoy these late night chats. We should get them back on a regular schedule again shouldn’t we?”

“Mind yourself, boy. Nothing’s changed. Slip up and I’ll have some nice chains for you on your way to Impel Down.”

“Love you too, Tsuru-san.” Doflamingo laughed, that word of course sounding so unnatural just by the nature of the man it came from. But he still liked to say it to her for how much it pissed her off each and every time that he did.

And as she immediately hung up on him to prove her reaction indeed remained the same, he just smiled into his pillow as he buried his face again. There was a large weight off of him now. He’d be back to sleep very soon.

He’d actually let you sleep uninterrupted tonight as well, wherever you were. He could call you again tomorrow and start this chase all over again.

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CONTINUED

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Title: Rainy Day Man

(Chapter 4 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: masturbation (male)

Chapter Synopsis: Kuzan knows when something is wrong. And if you won’t tell him yourself, he’ll deal with finding the truth through other means. He’ll do what he has to to protect you, the woman that he still cares about. But Doflamingo will not be letting go either as he already has one eye on the future and what you could become for him next.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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“Ooh, you’re up early. Isn’t that twice in a row now? What’s the occasion?” Admiral Kizaru’s lackadaisical voice drifted in from the open doorway.

Aokiji looked up from his seat at his desk, squinting a little actually. He’d already taken something for his headache, but it hadn’t helped much yet.

“Hina called me.” Aokiji answered honestly. “I’m waiting for her. She had a report she wanted to give me.”

“Uh huh,” Kizaru still sauntered in without specifically being invited. He then came to lean against the corner of Aokiji’s desk. He was carrying a small orange as his breakfast, now peeling it with his fingers. “Hina’s on her way back from Fish-Man island, right?” Kizaru asked as well. “Kind of stormy today for all that.”

Getting in and out of the Marineford gates was definitely trickier in large ocean swells. But Aokiji knew that Smoker’s ship had already made it out this morning. And being that Hina was on a coated ship, coming up from the sea floor instead should have made it easier for her group.

But Kizaru didn’t mind to keep talking when Aokiji hadn’t even answered him yet. “You know, I heard through the grapevine that you were out pretty late yourself last night. My men saw you at that new bar. And then leaving said bar with a certain troublemaking Captain too.”

Aokiji’s eyes were instantly more alert at that, his stare meeting the other admiral’s glance behind Kizaru’s amber tinted glasses.

“Touchy.” Kizaru commented at that look, but not at all intimidated. He’d gotten the peel off his orange now as he kept on. “She’s not your direct subordinate, so you know it’s not against protocol. I just thought it was interesting. Seems like she’s always stirring up something if she doesn’t have Tsuru around to keep her in check. Quite a fuss at Sabaody yesterday too.” He glanced around the office soon after though. “You got a trash can?” 

Aokiji sighed, pulling the small one out from under his desk for Kizaru to toss the orange peel into.

“So gossip travels at the speed of light too then does it?” Aokiji asked the other admiral.

“Always has.” Kizaru answered easily, using the tiniest blades of light to then segment that orange with a brief flash within his palm.

Aokiji really didn’t want to talk about this right now. But at the same time, if he didn’t comment at all, he knew how quickly everyone would just make the worst assumptions for you and he both. “Look. I’ll tell you the same as anyone else that asks. She’s my friend. And nothing happened last night. We had drinks as a group, and I made sure she made it back to the barracks without anyone bothering her. I did not go in her room.”

“Such a gentleman.” Kizaru mused, chewing on one of the orange pieces now.

Aokiji shifted back in his chair, knowing it was still pointless to actually let himself be riled. Not by someone like Kizaru at least who just liked to stir things up a little for the sake of alleviating boredom.

“I thought you had training drills to supervise today anyway.” Aokiji rebutted.

Kizaru only made a non committal sound to that.

“You just don’t want to stand out in the rain and mud do you?” Aokiji realized that a bit afterward, leaning his head further back against his chair.

The dull throb of a headache didn’t get any better as distant thunder rumbled through the walls from outside.

But even more distinct than the thunder was the irritated voice that followed from somewhere down the hallway.

“Where the hell is he!? Kizaru, get your ass out here! Drills are at zero seven hundred sharp!”

“Keep your shirt on, Akainu…” The man with the sunglasses and yellow striped suit replied, calm as anything. Though still seeming a little disappointed in how quickly he’d been found out. He didn’t look back however as he now strolled for the door. 

“Let me know how it goes with the captain if you would.” Kizaru sounded only just slightly curious still, not always the easiest person to read. In fact, more difficult than most in how little his narrow emotional range ever changed. “Sorry if I don’t believe you yet.” He added. “You’re not half the choirboy you pretend to be these days.”

Aokiji frowned a little at that, but still didn’t feel the comment too untrue as he watched the other admiral leave.

He could hear Akainu berating Kizaru further in the hallway as well after they’d run into one another.

But none of that was his problem right now. He hadn’t liked the sound of Hina’s voice on the phone. And he was further concerned really when she’d said it needed to be an in person conversation.

It was hard to explain. This unease he’d had ever since you and Smoker had gone at it that day in Mariejois. He’d felt guilty almost immediately too, embarrassing you both he knew by having to step in like that.

But someone had to stop it. Hina had been right about all that too. From the very beginning she’d said you and Smoker would never work. Just too stubborn, too similar to ever concede to one another. But Aokiji had still hoped for the best. 

He’d wanted to see the two of you be happy. Even if it meant watching something progress that he couldn’t have for himself any longer.

As it was now sitting alone here, tired and waiting for Hina, of course he remembered the mistakes he’d almost made last night. Because it would have been wrong to do anything when you were that vulnerable.

But even with you fully drunk, even knowing that you were still processing through a rough breakup, he’d almost kissed you. And he’d almost walked into your room.

Kizaru was right that he wasn’t as noble in heart as he tried to be in action. Every day was its own struggle of still learning what kind of man he wanted to be in the end.

He was just lucky that he’d had so many good teachers and second chances by this point.

But at this moment, it was Zephyr that had influenced these particular choices the most. And entirely only through tragedy that the instructor never would have wanted to become a lesson for anyone else.

It was something Aokiji could never erase from his mind. He’d been the one with then Admiral Zephyr that day the phone call had come. Zephyr’s only family, his wife and young son had both been killed.

Not accidentally, not by some twisted or horrible turn of fate, but specifically because Zephyr was an admiral. 

That was the only connection pirates needed to hunt down an innocent woman and child and attack them personally and brutally when they knew Zephyr was away and couldn’t protect them.

Never in his life had Aokiji seen a man cry like Zephyr did that day. And not just a man, but a father figure to him if he was being honest. To hear someone’s heart and soul ripped from their body that way, it had done something to him too.

He remembered feeling lost, and coming back to his quarters that night. You were there in his bed too. Already asleep for how late it had taken their ship to get in.

He’d sat in a chair and drank while you slept. He’d drank so much and still it hadn’t been enough to dull that feeling.

Because he couldn’t let it be you next. 

Everyone knew then that he was gunning for the next admiral position as soon as one might open. And he knew realistically that he was going to get it. 

He would be an admiral, and you would be a target. You were too young to put that kind of weight on you. He was sure you’d find someone else and be fine. You didn’t need him to make you happy. He was just lucky enough to have had the short time he did with you.

Lucky enough to be your first.

But it didn’t give him any right to drag you down with him. 

With your hard headed pride, you would have refused to accept his reasoning of not wanting you hurt. Because you still thought that you could fight anyone, take on anything. It’d been easier just to say that you were too young for him then and leave it at that only a few weeks later.

And he thought he had made the right choice with time. He’d even been happy the day Smoker came to him talking about this firecracker of a female marine he’d met. One who Smoker had gotten into a passionate argument with which had turned into much more out on a joint mission together.

Aokiji had completely given his blessing then. Because he trusted Smoker, and he knew he’d take care of you. But here, only two years later, it was now just back to the beginning.

You were hurting all over again. Yet there was still more to it that he couldn’t understand. He absolutely trusted his instincts that this went deeper. Just as much as he trusted the dread in his stomach which told him that whatever Hina was coming here to say was going to be fully related to whatever had wrapped itself around you now.

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The thunder rumbled again outside as his back muscles relaxed further beneath the hot water. The shower stream was now as hot as he could stand it as Doflamingo tilted his head back, letting the water run down over his throat as well.

It still felt a bit surreal, to have something he’d wanted for so long this much in his grasp. He wondered if he’d ever really tell you what his thoughts had been even from first sight of you those few years ago.

He’d hinted at it in Mariejois, but he doubted you remembered much of what he’d said then. Probably just the fucking and the fighting had occupied your thoughts there, not that that was wrong.

Trading blows with you versus sliding his cock into you, both those experiences occupied very similar pleasure centers in his own brain to be true. And oh how he’d savored it when you’d finally given him the opportunity.

But to this day, Doflamingo distinctly remembered the first time he’d ever seen you.

In the North Blue, at another of Tsuru’s traps. It was in a dirty little town, like so many of them that he’d moved through back then. 

Tsuru herself was occupied at the shore, keeping his current ship pinned in port to block full escape.

But Doflamingo wasn’t on that ship. He’d already decided it was time to sacrifice it. Time for something new. 

Moving back through the island, his foot soldiers had run into more of Tsuru’s forces on the other end. 

And that’s where you’d been. 

Doflamingo had heard the gunfire and stayed above it. In his dark suit at the time, and blond hair more spiked than he wore it now as he’d tried to determine his easiest route through.

He hadn’t wanted any of Tsuru’s crew to see him and report back to ruin the ruse. But hiding above to move across the low rooftops had also given him an excellent vantage point.

You weren’t alone by any means, working with a group of marines beating his soldiers back. But you were new, and extremely noticeable as your rope dart had gone around his field captain’s neck and you’d brought that man who was twice your size down to his knees.

Doflamingo had hesitated, hearing the choking sound even from there and the words that followed as an argument broke out below.

“(Y/N), we’re supposed to take them alive!”

“He tried to shoot me in the face!”

“(Y/N)! What did Tsuru say!?”

“…okay, fine!”

And you’d loosened the rope just to promptly be shot at again with a smaller gun that captain had hidden. Of course your stupid friends had nearly gotten you killed with their meddling. 

But Doflamingo had already been smirking as he’d realized what had really happened. The bullet may have been a small caliber, but the aim had still been true.

The shot should have sank right between those nice young breasts. But it hadn’t. It had ricocheted even as you grunted from the discomfort of the strike.

Armament haki is what it was to his surprise, even in a little shit like you. He’d also taken the time to notice your bare legs and nice looking thighs too. All visible with that short skirt as your boot had come up next to crack the captain’s jaw in return and send him sprawling back onto the ground. The man fully unconscious then as you’d argued with your crew some more in the aftermath.

Had his cock twitched in his pants for you even then? 

It absolutely had, but he’d had to be on his way, escaping the island and all of you soon after. From there on he’d paid more attention of course, keeping an eye out for any glimpse of you anytime Tsuru’s crew was close.

And occasionally he’d have a soldier giving a report about how they’d narrowly escaped your ensnarement. On those days especially, as they recounted your violence and the means you were willing to take just at the edge of what Tsuru would allow, he’d known he wanted to get you alone.

You’d been a little too young then in truth, but you acted enough like a woman by Doflamingo’s standards at least. Taking on his men and thwarting his plans like a full grown marine. He’d wondered often back then if you’d even had a man inside you yet. 

It should have been him. It would have been too if Tsuru hadn’t always kept you so close. Even Trebol and Diamante had asked him more than once if he just wanted them to catch you the next time and bring you back to him to get that fixation out of his system.

But he could never agree. The timing just wasn’t right. Rosinante had disappeared with Law not long after and things had just gone to shit for a while as he’d wondered if his plans for Dressrosa would ever come to be.

He’d never forgotten about you, but he’d had to focus on cleaning his own house and that alone. Weeding out the traitor and finding the Op-Op fruit to secure the future.

And then he’d heard about the up and comer Kuzan, the ice logia user. The underworld agreed that that man was going to be a real problem and surely an admiral soon. And it wasn’t that pirates gave a shit about the love lives of marines. But whenever someone got that big, every weakness had to be explored. And so he’d heard about Kuzan’s personal life too.

Oh, he’d been in a terrible mood that day he’d first found out. His officers were absolutely perplexed then until they realized what had happened. You had become a woman truly then, one that belonged only to Kuzan.

But it didn’t last. And he’d become king of Dressrosa anyway. He was busy again, securing that and eventually his warlord position along with it.

And then you were with Smoker. Another logia user that the underworld was keeping an eye on. Doflamingo had wondered if you had a fetish for logia types specifically.

In the brief times he had gotten Crocodile to submit, he knew how interesting logia users could be in bed. Though sandy sheets and the grit it made on his cock likely wasn’t as fun as ice or smoke ghosting between your legs had been for you.

But the past was the past. He thought of you back then the same as he thought of you now while he touched himself. Alone here still in his hot shower as he splayed one hand against the wall.

He had been cleaning off the mess of the night before. But he was done cleaning now as he considered all the versions of you that he’d known just for this long.

That brat in the North Blue who he could have made a woman of.

The too proud marine you were now that he was just starting to bend beneath him.

And the intangible partner that you had the potential to become if he kept shaping you in all the ways that he wanted. 

Because he could take even more from you if he chose to. Your freedom, your body, even your life as a marine. You could be so much more than all that.

His hand was moving further back between his legs now. He squeezed his own sack, closing his eyes under the running water.

You could be a queen. You could be on your knees in front of him every day then. So needful for your husband if he only bid it. He could teach you how to hold him like this. Hold him as he’d slide his cock into your willing mouth and ask you to squeeze him while you sucked him off.

He squeezed his sack harder at that idea too, the discomfort only heightening his arousal as his hips began bucking slowly.

You still had no idea what he could really be like as a lover. The two in person times with you this far had still been far too rushed. If he could really get you alone for days at a time, he could show you then.

Slow and steady, working you up to a fever pitch until you’d be begging him for more.

His thigh muscles tightened as he finally let go of his heavy sack to begin stroking his thick shaft again.

What would you want though? Would being offered such things entice you at all? Or would he have to force it all on you? 

He wasn’t above that obviously. He already had forced you, and he’d do it again if you insisted on playing with him that way.

He could rape you. He could kidnap you. He could make you his wife, make you his consort. He could force you to bear him offspring. He could make you raise them as demigod princes or princesses. 

And when the day finally came to tear it all back down, to rip the other gods from heaven and take their places, you and any children you bore him would serve on your knees as his spared favorites.

That is what he wanted for you.

That was the highest form of affection that the madness of Donquixote blood could offer.

And he was finally able to admit it. Even as his toes were trying to curl in the puddle of the shower that he was still standing in. 

He was squeezing his cock, and rubbing it from tip to base as his spine straightened up and he breathed out your name. If he couldn’t have true heaven again yet, cast out to the surface world as those traitors had done to him, he would survive on only these tastes of paradise for now.

He felt it when he buried himself between your thighs. Heaven within hell. 

That’s what you were becoming for him. It didn’t have to make sense. It didn’t have to be explained. He felt it and he couldn’t let it go now. Not now, likely not ever.

Doflamingo cursed as he came hard again. It was wasted seed that should have been all for you as he shuddered and it landed thick against the shower wall.

Somewhere outside the skies were thundering again too, but he couldn’t care about distant threats right now. He sat down in the still running shower. The hot water and steam made him feel more overheated than he was as his hand covered his unprotected eyes when he didn’t want to close them under the water any longer.

As he used a string to pull the lever on the opposite wall, the water finally stopped. Leaving him nude and dripping, sitting on the expensive tile as his muscles trembled slightly once more. 

He was going to make this work, for him and for you. It had to.

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Aokiji was staring at Hina’s somber expression, the office door closed to all others as she repeated for him.

“Hina doesn’t understand why either. But Hina knows what the boy said.” Her eyes were sharp, but not unempathetic. “(Y/N) didn’t report it.”

Aokiji had his elbows on his desk, hands up with fingers intertwined and his lips resting against them. But his entire body was tense.

“Kuzan…” Hina tried. “You need to give her a chance to explain.” 

“No.” His voice was short as he lifted his head again from behind his hands.

Hina watched him carefully still, but also glancing down to the small rings of ice now forming where his elbows met the desk.

“Then what are you going to do?” She asked next.

“I’m going to find out from the source.” He had stood now, those tell tale puffs of water vapor also leaving his mouth with the words. The temperature in the room had shifted.

“This stays between us, Hina, until I know more. Understood?” The cold of his voice more than matched the room now.

But Hina wasn’t afraid as she nodded. “She’s our friend. Hina wants to know the truth too.” Though as she watched Aokiji gather his coat and umbrella she looked a little more concerned. “Be careful please. It’s rough out there.”

“Sabaody isn’t far. And big waves freeze the same as small ones.” Was all he replied, walking right back out of the office door.

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The heavy rain was now fully pelting the windows. Doflamingo had gotten dressed and had brunch some time ago, now reading through pending contracts in his makeshift office here at the beach house.

He’d planned to leave back out for Dressrosa this morning. But he was in no hurry. There was no reason to risk damaging a good ship in this weather. He and the limited crew he’d brought could either leave tonight or tomorrow morning when the seas had calmed.

So he was only trying to catch up on all the work he’d had with him as always. He had no phone meetings scheduled for the next few hours at least. So besides the blowing storm, it was still quiet enough that he actually had some music playing as he analyzed the documents.

It was just instrumental music. Symphonies recorded generations ago now spinning on a record nearby. The relaxing sound helping him concentrate on the profits he was double checking in his calculations.

He’d found a percentage he didn’t like and was just marking it out to make an amendment when a different snail rang.

It was a short distance one, just for paging him within the house. As of course what he called a simple house was actually a seaside mansion of several floors.

He was a little annoyed regardless, but clicked the connection open. “What is it?” He asked, still staring down at his numbers through the red glasses he’d already put back on.

“Master Doflamingo, sir.” Some random male staff member he didn’t even remember the name of sounded heavily flustered. The warlord didn’t stay at this house often enough to have bothered to learn all the workers.

But he tried not to lose his patience, still waiting for whatever the message was. He didn’t like to be put into a bad mood when doing paperwork, it made room for mistakes.

“Sir,” The staff member did continue just as nervously. “You have an unscheduled appointment here to see you.”

And again Doflamingo tried not to snap back. The nature of the word appointment meant scheduled. It was an oxymoron to say it the way they just had. “Who?” He just asked instead. Was Disco dumb enough to come crying here again? Or maybe some idiot rookie pirate who thought just throwing themselves at him could earn them a place on his crew?

“It’s marine Admiral Aokiji, sir.”

The ink pen in Doflamingo’s hand broke before he’d realized he’d even squeezed it harder. Black ink now flowing all over his hand and the paperwork beneath it.

His heart was pounding and his haki followed suit with the adrenaline spike. His mind had to catch up as he felt his lips stretch into that nervous smile he couldn’t always control.

What had you told the admiral then? Had you betrayed him already after all? 

“Sir?” The peon questioned after the long delay in response.

The symphony was still playing in the background as Doflamingo tried to clean the ink from his hand as if wiping away blood. He could only find the antimacassar, that separate overlay of his chair headrest to wipe it on.

“I’m coming.” He managed a reasonable tone regardless as his mind still continued to race. 

Aokiji would not come here unless he at least suspected something. But it didn’t mean he knew everything either. And even if he did know more than he should, what could he realistically do about it?

Doflamingo knew that even all he’d done to you this far wasn’t near enough to lose his warlord status. The marines might be aghast on principle, but it was the World Government who really made the rules. And they wouldn’t give two shits if a random marine got herself railed by a warlord. 

Maybe her skirt shouldn’t have been so short? Maybe she wanted it and only changed her tune because she didn’t want to be demoted? That’s exactly how those old shits thought. Hell, that was probably how most of the marine brass thought.

If Aokiji did actually care about you, it’d only be your own career that he’d be detonating if he revealed it all. Because why wouldn’t a pirate and even a king fuck a feisty little thing like you if given half the chance?

People would expect it from Doflamingo. But not from a self righteous marine. Double standards were fun that way.

His heart rate had slowed already again as he went through all of this in his head in just moments. He had wanted Aokiji to know a little bit too. He had to remind himself of that. He was just surprised that the admiral would confront him already. It was only supposed to be doubts about you at this point. Not the full blown realization. 

Doflamingo’s hand was now as clean as he could get it for the time being. He slipped back on his feather coat before heading out into the hallway and down the curved staircase.

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Aokiji was standing waiting in the massive foyer, rainwater still dripping from his coat and dirty boots. He’d left a light trail of mud across the pristine marble floor.

And of course Doflamingo was smiling, just like anytime he’d ever seen him as the tall pirate emerged at the top of the stairs. Hands in his pockets, and dramatic pink coat moving with him as he took the staircase down in no real hurry to get there.

“Admiral Aokiji.” The warlord spoke so smoothly, the light of the chandelier above creating the illusion that those red sunglasses were actually glowing. 

Like a demon’s eyes, evoking the warlord’s epithet as he continued. “Quite a nasty day to come all the way here for what I’m sure could have just been a phone call. Are we being called to war? Tell me it’s something that exciting for a man like you to come knocking at my door.”

“I’d like a private conversation with you.” Aokiji answered plainly, betraying nothing yet as he did glance around at all the staff still gawking at them from multiple doorways that opened to the foyer.

“Easy enough.” Doflamingo answered, pulling one hand out of his pockets to motion it like shooing away animals. “Out!”

And they did scurry away so fast too. It was pitiful really. Not a backbone left among them. All stolen by the man in front of him no doubt.

Aokiji did allow them all enough time to get away, but he also noticed how much Doflamingo seemed unwilling to come any closer then.

They were facing each other. The pirate still on the stairs, legs actually staggered to have one foot above the other on different steps. As if ready to move quickly if needed. And keeping himself at higher ground.

And Aokiji still near the center of the foyer, forced to look slightly upward to make eye contact with the warlord on the stairs.

“I want to know what happened in Sabaody yesterday.” Aokiji asked. It was not friendly any longer, if it ever had been.

Those glasses were watching him intently, he felt it. “I already gave my statement. Vice Admiral Vergo signed off on it.” 

“Vergo wasn’t there until it was already over. He can’t verify what he wasn’t present to see.” Aokiji carefully moved his hands out of his marine coat in test.

And he saw Doflamingo’s calf muscles tense even from this distance. He was ready to jump. The problem was, that even if you knew someone was guilty as sin and giving every sign of being so, that knowledge didn’t help with a pirate of this level.

Because when there was that much sin, Aokiji couldn’t know what thing was really being reacted to. There was no doubt in his mind, standing here in this literal mansion, that every single painting, statue, and elaborate light fixture was dripping with the blood money it’d been paid for with.

“Let’s try it this way,” Aokiji shifted strategies then. He did not mind being fully blunt when needed. His patience was wearing thin. “Captain (Y/N) was attacked. I know her skill level. Of anyone confirmed there at the auction house yesterday, you’re the only one strong enough to have done it. So why wasn’t that in your report, Doflamingo?”

The smile didn’t change, but the tension in it did. The warlord’s jaw tightened as he raised his other hand from his pocket with equal care to what Aokiji had. “This isn’t private enough yet. One moment.”

And suddenly the sound of slamming doors echoed throughout the foyer. Not simultaneously, just in random succession throughout the large room as Aokiji did catch the brief glint of strings moving through the chandelier’s light. 

“Even mice like to eavesdrop at times.” Doflamingo commented once every door out of this room was now sealed.

It was also meant to remind Aokiji that he was easily still within the warlord’s attack range to be sure. But the admiral never moved.

“What did you do to her?” Aokiji asked again then instead, no longer skirting anything.

Last night the merboy had warmed up to Hina enough to ask about you. He’d been so worried that the ‘bad man’ would come for you again. Hina had sworn to Aokiji that she offered no leading questions to the boy after that, but only let him speak of his own experience to work through it.

The boy had likened it to what he already could understand from life on the seafloor. He said Doflamingo had come at you from above, a predator in every sense of the word. He’d used his claws on your neck and his jaws on your face. 

His jaws over your own mouth to be specific.

Hina said there was no question to her that the boy understood what he’d seen. And that he’d also heard your bloodcurdling scream even through the closed door after Doflamingo had taken you into the office to fight further.

You weren’t someone who truly screamed. Aokiji had seen you take horrible injuries in the name of protecting your fellow marines. And never had he heard a sound like what the boy described to Hina come from you.

And so he waited now, that question hanging in the air as Doflamingo stood above him on those stairs.

“It sounds like you’ve been talking to eavesdropping mice yourself,” The warlord breathed, his tone colder as well now. Both of his hands had remained out in the open from his pockets. 

“Everyone’s voice is as loud as anyone else’s to me. The source doesn’t matter.” And Aokiji was absolutely watching those hands. He realized one of Doflamingo’s palms was stained with black as well.

“How…human. Everyone equal, is that how it goes?” Doflamingo questioned. His chest was rising and falling a little faster now from beneath his open shirt.

He’d no doubt seen that thinnest layer of frost forming from beneath Aokiji’s boots and beginning to spread up from the admiral’s wrists as well.

But Doflamingo’s tongue was also a weapon as strong as any string. Any marine who’d been around him at all knew this.

So Aokiji wasn’t entirely surprised when that deeper dig finally came. The warlord was daring the admiral to make the first move. Wanting to be able to claim self defense if it came down to it no doubt.

“Were the voices in Ohara just as loud too then, Kuzan?” It was almost a hiss. ‘Come at me if you can’ it said.

A snake cornered in its own den. That’s all Aokiji saw now. Those flat fangs bared in the widest smile.

The fangs that he truly believed had bitten you.

“My crimes are my own.” Aokiji spoke, that resulting twist in his chest would have goaded him only a few years ago. But he was smarter now. “I’m here to talk about yours.”

It was almost a barking laugh so suddenly from the other at that. As if Doflamingo truly couldn’t control it as his hands trembled in what seemed to be frustration. He couldn’t just fight his way out of this if Aokiji wouldn’t attack him first.

“You think I’d really hurt her, Kuzan!?” The warlord’s laugh kept on, echoing through the foyer. “Tsuru raised her. And Tsuru is family to me. Don’t you understand!?”

A look of disgust moved across Aokiji’s face at the nonsensical admission. “I’d say you’re crazy, but we both know that would be the understatement of the century. Tsuru wants you in jail. Nothing more. Don’t insult the Vice Admiral in front of me with whatever sick connection you’ve made up in your own mind.” 

“No. You’re the one trying to insert yourself where you don’t belong! Ask Tsuru-san if you’re so sure. Ask her what I wanted when I was ten! What I asked her to do before she left me to my fate anyway!”

It was ridiculous bullshit. But maybe this is what he got for trying to reason with a lunatic. “It doesn’t matter. (Y/N) is the only reason I’m here. Stay away from her. Whatever you got away with before is not going to happen again.”

The pirate didn’t admit it, but he didn’t deny it either. “And what will you do, Kuzan? Kill me? On what grounds? How would the World Government take that? A marine admiral conspiring against a king of a government nation?” Doflamingo’s voice was still getting angrier. The blood vessel on his head showing. “And for what motivation? You didn’t want her regardless. You already had your chance!”

Yet as soon as the resulting ice sheet shot out across the floor to those words, Doflamingo was already in the air. 

But they both knew the warning shot for what it was. No strings emerged even as the warlord now perched on the banister, the ice having swallowed the stair steps he’d been on mere heartbeats before.

“You destroy everything you touch.” Aokiji glowered. Breath coming out in visible puffs once more. “I have no doubt that Dressrosa is doomed too. It doesn’t matter how or when. That country was dead the day it put its faith in a man like you.”

Doflamingo sneered. “You still don’t understand. You can’t because of what you are. You’re a mouse too, Kuzan. Even as a strong one, you can’t escape the limits you were born into. But I’m more than a marine. More than an admiral even. And I can give more because of it. If you’re so worried about protecting your fellow mice, then let me do the guarding. Stay out of my way.”

It had to be true then. It was just too much for Doflamingo to say if it wasn’t. 

But the warlord had such trouble shutting his mouth once he’d already started. “And it’s not your choice anyway. It’s hers.” He added with an additional bit of venom. That was the closest he would come to actually confessing.

And somehow only then did Aokiji feel the full weight settle onto his shoulders. But he wouldn’t accept that there was or even could be consent right now. Looking at the exaggerated silhouette that was Doflamingo, still perched with his teeth bared on the banister, it didn’t seem that a wild animal like that would ever do anything but take what it wanted by force.

“I won’t have this conversation with you twice. I only came here to say what I needed to say. Hurt her again and I don’t care if you really were from heaven itself. You’ll have to deal with me.” 

And something in that amused Doflamingo even in his clear remaining anger. “You have no idea, mouse. So scurry home. Call me again when you have a real job for me.”

Aokiji moved his hand in one sharp motion at that, making Doflamingo jump back again just as instantly. This time to hover between the floor and ceiling on his strings.

But the admiral only put up an ice wall between them, sectioning the foyer off as he turned to walk away at last. The warlord couldn’t sucker punch him with a strike in the back then.

Neither of them said another word either. But Aokiji could still hear the demon’s resulting growl all the way from there. The admiral only paused long enough to collect his umbrella from the entryway, opening it as he disappeared back into the storm outside.

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CONTINUED

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Title: Lovers

(Chapter 3 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 Here*

Reader/(Y/N) Type: cis female marine

Chapter Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader is primary, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader is secondary, Smoker x Reader is in the past

Chapter Warnings: language, masturbation (male and female), phone sex, breeding kink, binge drinking

Chapter Synopsis: After surviving your ordeal with Doflamingo at the Sabaody auction house, you finally get to return to Marineford that evening. Only to find yourself out with Kuzan and friends for an awkward night at the bar. But even then, Doflamingo isn’t done with you yet.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

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Twice now Doflamingo had lost his composure with you. He was sure it’d seemed senseless, obsessive even to you. Explosions of violence mixed with that almost animalistic need to claim your body beneath his own.

But if you hadn’t wanted his attention, you never should have made your home on the one marine’s ship that had ever gotten the closest to catching him.

Even now as he stood, still leaned against Disco’s desk while intently watching you redress, this was far from a recent attraction.

He’d known who you were for several years now. The little stray that Tsuru had picked up in the North Blue somewhere along the way while pursuing him.

Of course, you’d still been as weak as a kitten in comparison to him at first, even with a little haki at your command. But a headache then blossoming for his soldiers as you’d clearly thrived under Tsuru’s specific brand of mothering. And you still had yet to hit your own power ceiling, noticeably improving year after year which was the truer danger.

You were a lioness in the making. One who he now had the privilege of either furthering the potential of, or extinguishing entirely. Because at least for now, you were still caught between what you’d been and what you could be.

But he appreciated how quickly you recovered from defeat as well. Your posture already looking strong again, head held confidently with that innate pride that couldn’t be taught.

It was almost elegant then, this poise within you that conflicted with your sailor’s tongue and brawler’s spirit. The contrast making him feel a little amorous all over again as he moved forward while you’d been putting on that long marine coat.

Your eyes flitted to him cautiously as he closed that distance in only a few steps. But you still didn’t stop his hands as they met your collar.

A false chivalry, just another excuse to touch you really as he then buttoned the very top of your coat enough for the collar to cover some of your fresh bruises.

Some, but not all. The marks from his fingertips still painted your jaw. Where he’d first grabbed you in ambush from the rafters.

It’d been that much pressure from his hand even as he’d kissed you earlier in that initial attack. Because in actuality he’d wanted to rip that smile right off your face, and maybe your throat along with it. Your smile that had emerged as you’d flirted with Aokiji.

You’d denied renewed need for the admiral. But Doflamingo knew what he’d seen. That expression was unmistakable. 

And he never wanted to see it on you again, unless it was for him alone of course. Which was disconcerting how quickly this had consumed his thoughts, yet not fully surprising.

The warlord was a man that didn’t take half measures in anything. When he truly wanted someone, man or woman, there was no holding back. He would pursue you as thoroughly as he desired to and for as long as he chose to. Never a day less.

This was his right as a god still trapped among this hellscape of insects of course. He could have whoever he wanted.

But he knew the risks as well. Disco and his men wouldn’t be saying a word of what he’d done to you this morning. Because there’d be no pieces left of them for anyone to find if they did.

But the slaves might talk once their initial shock had dissipated. And anyone with eyes may question your visible injuries. You were too strong to have struggled against just any low level lackey to take those hits. 

Yet part of him wanted that to be questioned. Doflamingo wanted Aokiji to see these marks and ask you why. He wanted that other man to know that you were no longer free for the taking, even if it wasn’t clear who had claimed you now. That was the primary reason he’d excused you to see the admiral tonight after all. You wouldn’t confess in full to your friends regardless, he trusted that too.

Not because he thought you were actually loyal to him yet, but because you were too selfish to jeopardize your own career. Even if a warlord was technically an ally to the marines by way of special government contract, morally your friends would never appreciate you willfully bedding a pirate he was sure.

And it would be willfully again. He had meant it when he’d said he wanted you to stay a while with him. He’d make sure that Vergo approved shore leave for you at least for a few days when this had had a little time to blow over.

It still had to be before Tsuru returned though. Because the difficulty would increase exponentially then. He tried not to think of that right now actually. 

A battle for another day.

“I’ll do the talking out there. But I expect you to keep your part of the deal, woman.” He reminded you a bit severely regardless.

But even now, your eyes were still on his red glasses as Doflamingo found himself smirking down at you.

He would still have to commend Vergo for the effort in getting you here. The reason anything had gone awry at all was only because of your poor choice to overplay your hand and antagonize him with Aokiji.

“I’ll contact you later to confirm. Once things have settled a little more. And I’ll let you know what days to ask for.” That was the last instruction Doflamingo then gave you in private before walking out the door.

He made sure to exit first too, even those little movements meaning something as you were only allowed to walk out behind him as a good subordinate should.

But he could train you in all these unspoken rules in time he was sure.

Now, back out in the cage area, the fear from everyone else was palpable. Especially as he’d quickly addressed them all as the roaches that they really were to him.

“Listen up, trash!” He also grouped Disco and his men in with that moniker of course. “If you really don’t recognize this handsome face from the previous world’s most wanted lists, my name is Donquixote Doflamingo. Royal Shichibukai and coincidentally, also the new owner of this shithole we now stand within.”

But even then as everyone else squirmed, the warlord was hyperaware of you and your calm stance. You there at his side with your arms crossed. Irritated a bit at his theatrics, yet you also could have hung back to be literally anywhere else in the cage area. But here you were right beside him.

And fuck, if he didn’t still like that proximity too. It felt like somewhere you should be, on leash and at his heel. Yet he did still step slightly forward, keeping you to his side but just subtly behind him.

He alone was the master here after all, even as he put credit to your own reputation. “But this marine here is also a name I’m demanding you to remember. Captain (Y/N) from marine HQ. Because it’s only her that you have to thank for every single one of you walking free today.”

You really weren’t sure about your name coming out of his mouth so publicly that way though. His right eye caught that slight frown from you that told him so even in his peripheral vision. 

Disco’s men about gasped like idiots all over again naturally, while the slaves barely looked up. Of course they didn’t yet trust that this wasn’t all some colossal joke.

“Because after some negotiations-” It was a wonder he could actually say that with a straight face himself. It wasn’t fully a lie though. Of course you’d negotiated, but without speaking. He’d gagged you so that you wouldn’t say anything he didn’t want Disco to know.

But you didn’t need to speak for your body to do the talking for you.

“Captain (Y/N) has brought to my attention enough infractions and lapses against current World Government regulations that all inventory here is now under voided purchase contract.” 

He did glower to the employees specifically then. “So open the cage and let them walk. Now that this is under new management though, we won’t be repeating your mistakes again.” Doflamingo grunted next, still entirely acting as if this loss of the slaves hadn’t been his own idea just minutes earlier.

He could convincingly play pretend when he needed to. Just as during Disco’s first whining phone call this morning. When Doflamingo had acted annoyed as if he wasn’t already sunning casually on the auction house roof waiting for that exact call via mini transponder snail. It’d been simple enough to slip right inside through the windows soon after.

Disco had been the only one completely in the dark. Vergo had picked the time and place. Doflamingo had only had to be ready. 

And the warlord did hang around now while you called Vergo yourself to ask for backup in escorting out the slaves.

It was funny to listen in on really. Vergo having to continue the game, and doing it so well. As if his true lord and master wasn’t still standing right beside you, them both having planned this days earlier.

Of course, actually freeing any slaves was a true surprise. But Vergo would never question any choices his master made. No matter how unexpected.

And as Vergo confirmed to you that he was on his way, Doflamingo waited for this rare chance to see an old friend face to face.

But it wasn’t a fully uneventful wait. He was still watching you of course to pass the time. Analyzing everything as you had entered the cage then to free that merboy yourself once you knew reinforcements were imminent. 

And it did become clear that Aokiji hadn’t been overselling that particular weakness in you at all. Because you really did care about brats didn’t you?

He watched how easily you were able to talk to the boy. You being the same woman he knew had beaten information out of his own foot soldiers more than once, now just smiling and on your knees then while you got the skittish creature to drop its guard.

In fact, in a very short time the boy was clutching your neck, wishing to be carried. Not so different than when Baby 5 had used to hold to his own leg as he walked his family away from a fresh kill site. 

He oddly considered then if you’d ever be impressed with his own children. Could he use them against you? Buffalo, Baby 5, Monet, Sugar, or Dellinger. He’d adopted them all so to speak and had had a heavy hand in raising them too he’d say. 

Only one of his six “kids” had been a disappointment that left the family actually. And that wasn’t too bad of parenting odds now was it?

Even Law may come back to the fold someday though. The Heart seat still sat empty as Doflamingo had at least hoped as much.

“It’s okay.” He heard you coo then however, carrying that boy now, one arm around the back and another supporting his tail.

Quite motherly in your attentions really as Doflamingo chuckled before he could stop himself. Because it really was an interesting parallel too wasn’t it?

Tsuru was your mentor. But he wondered if she’d ever told you the truth in where his and her complicated relationship had really started.

He’d only been ten when he’d first met that woman. And things had almost gone an entirely different way. Not that he thought he would have ended up changing his final ambitions of course. But the path to get there would have altered substantially. She’d wanted to make a marine out of him. 

‘Save him’ in principle at least. Obviously that was much the same strategy she’d later used on you, except without anyone to stop her then. You hadn’t had a Trebol in your life to steer you violently elsewhere.

But as Doflamingo kept watching you interact with the merboy, his thoughts did begin to wander even further.

Dellinger was already eight now. His current youngest. So it had been a while since they’d recruited any fresh blood like that. Obviously it made huge differences in outcomes, training loyalty into a child, versus adults who already had their own motives and ambitions.

And if he was being honest, Law might never be in his grasp again. Rosinante had made sure of that. Fucking his own brother over so hard as a parting gift back then. Something that still made Doflamingo’s blood boil if he ever thought of it for even more than a moment. Because he’d never been that hurt before or since by someone he should have been able to trust with his life.

His own brother.

But regardless, what was done was done. And how could he not consider all options when you presented this fresh opportunity?

If Law truly refused to step up and be his new Heart…why not just make another Law? One with the actual blood of the gods this time, or at least a demigod anyway to be specific.

The process to do so would surely be pleasurable enough for him at least. 

You may disagree nine months later of course. 

His resulting smirk must have been quite nasty then. Enough so that he saw you glance to him warily, as if concerned he was about to start another fight.

“It’s nothing,” He grinned back at you. “Just thinking.”

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“Good work, Captain.” Demon Bamboo Vergo was actually commending you. While wide eyed rookies now milled about everywhere once your temporary crew had arrived. The commotion had now moved outside the auction house. All of you spread out in small groups standing in the grass.

“Yes, sir.” You answered reflexively, though the right to celebrate that praise remained elusive. Even as you could see those women who wouldn’t even look at you before now broken down in tears of relief.

The rookies were assuring them over and over that they were finally safe. They’d be taken to Marineford directly and to the infirmary for health checks. They would stay protected on base until their families could be contacted and reunited with them.

Everyone kept complimenting you actually. You’d already heard the “hero” word tossed around more than once. 

But the warlord was still here, right beside you and Vergo. Still goddamn smiling too, making it clear how hollow of a victory this really was.

“Warlord Donquixote Doflamingo, I will need a statement from you as well.” Vergo commented. “I’ll take it down in my notebook of course.”

And as Vergo seemed to look around in mild confusion, it was actually Doflamingo that spoke. “Do you carry a notebook? You didn’t come over with one, Vice Admiral.”

“You’re right. I don’t have a notebook.” Vergo answered, still sounding puzzled.

Good lord. You looked up in new confusion of your own. 

“Captain, be a dear and go find your commanding officer something to take down my statement. We’ll wait.” Doflamingo said with a grin, seeming all too pleased all over again.

You glanced briefly to Vergo, and when seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything to defend you, you walked off in annoyance to do as asked.

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“I suppose I’m expected to not let a warlord speak down to one of my subordinates.” Vergo only commented rather deadpan when you were far enough away again. No other marines were now in earshot.

“Yeah, you’re not.” Doflamingo agreed. But he adjusted his red glasses, keeping his voice reasonably quiet all the same as he smiled one of his rarest kinds, a genuine one. They wouldn’t have long. “It’s good to see you, partner.”

“Yes. It’s been a while, Doffy.” Vergo’s voice changed just slightly too, much more familiar. Like one brother speaking to another really, despite the power only going one way between them. “Things still progressing well in Dressrosa?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Doflamingo answered with some satisfaction. “It’s getting easier every day. The dwarves started cooperating far better once we got a hold of their princess.”

“It’s good you can finally depend on the other officers enough to travel more freely again.” 

“Yeah.” It really had been so long since the two of them had been together. It was unfortunate that their conversation had to be this short as Doflamingo went back to the matter at hand a few moments after. “So what do you think of her, Vergo?”

But his subordinate didn’t mind the brevity. He was here to serve as always. “She can operate on her own. But I can tell she’s too used to Tsuru’s rules. She seeks out direction and validation. She wants to be told what she’s allowed to do. Though that works in your favor somewhat I’d think.”

“To a degree. But she really pissed me off this morning. You learn anything else about her and Aokiji?”

“They were having breakfast together not long after dawn. I don’t know if they arrived to the mess hall together. But I could feel his haki change just from surprising him by interrupting. I would say he’s protective of her at least.”

“Clearly.” Doflamingo’s smile had faded at this additional tidbit of info. “But listen. I told her she can go out with him tonight. So don’t interfere anymore for now unless I tell you to.”

Vergo turned his head to look at his boss with just the slightest question.

“I know. It’s the opposite of what I told you a few days ago. I’m still not wanting them too close. But I need proof too. If he’s going to be a real problem or not. I want to see what happens.”

“Of course. As you wish, Doffy.” It’s not as if it really mattered. Doflamingo’s word was the only law. Motive had no real bearing.

“And she’s going to put in a request for time off at some point. Make sure that gets approved. She’ll be staying with me a few days at the Sabaody house.”

“Alright.” Vergo agreed.

And for a moment they were both silent. You had indeed found a notepad and pen and were heading back their way.

So there was only just the shortest time left if Doflamingo was going to get this off his chest to one of the handful of people he truly still trusted in this world. And it came out so plainly as his hands tightened within his pockets. 

“I like her, Vergo.”

“I can tell.” The other man answered so immediately, it left no question of how obvious this already was to those few that understood the Heavenly Demon.

But then that was it. The charade was back on as Vergo looked to you as you closed in. “Captain, please write the statement as dictated.” He instructed to you.

You looked less than thrilled for the abrupt secretary work, yet said nothing but, “Yes, sir.” Holding the notepad in one hand and the pen in the other expectantly.

The warlord leaned down towards you with a wicked smile too, hands still in his pockets. He’d get a whole lot less work done if you were the view in his office every day.

But he did give his statement to you then, easily switching gears to communicate in the legalese he knew the world government would require. Basically saying a lot while still saying so little. And admitting no personal wrongdoing of his own of course. He blamed it all on the previous ownership, and Disco’s incompetence as well.

He watched your rushed handwriting, amused as you were forced to keep up.

And when he was done, he had to add the flourish of an intentionally pretentious sounding. “Dictated, but not read.” But also the final bait to you as he looked directly into your eyes while requesting that final sarcastic signature, “Faithfully yours, Donquixote Doflamingo.”

You refused to be flustered in front of Vergo though, at least outwardly. Just handing the paper and pen to the Vice Admiral next for him to sign as witness.

“Well, it’s been fun. Enjoy filing that with Sengoku, sailors.” Doflamingo straightened up again then, seeing that there was no more real interaction to be had.

And he walked away at last, the other marines parting easily for him as he loomed over the majority of them in just height alone. He’d be in touch with both you and Vergo soon enough however. 

He’d traded his profits in the Charybdis war for you already hadn’t he by pulling out if it? And now these multiple slaves let go all just for one of you.

You were absolutely an investment by this point. Both in time, money, and mental energy.

Would it pay off?

Who the fuck knew. But it’d be entertaining at minimum to see how far this ship could sail.

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By the time you’d finally gotten back to your quarters at Marineford, the sun had already set. And you were still hurting pretty badly to be true. But you were absolutely the talk of your peers, as you had been nearly all day now.

The word had gotten back from all the rookies off Vergo’s ship about how you’d led the evacuation of the “Employment Office” on Sabaody after finding some kind of violations there. The former slaves had been transported to Marineford at your and Vergo’s request, and then to the infirmary.

Their families were being contacted and they would be reunited with them as soon as feasible. And the merboy that had somewhat started it all in your mind had been the sweetest damn thing too once freed. You’d carried him yourself most the way as he’d still been so skittish of all your male colleagues. No doubt because they more resembled the slavers that had initially netted him.

It was definitely a team effort as always though. Once back on base, Aokiji had used his contacts to get approval for a coated marine ship to escort the boy back to Fish-Man Island this very same evening. And Hina had volunteered to help there too actually. Her going with that ship tonight to be someone you could trust, and another woman that the child wouldn’t fully fear as you’d gotten back to the barracks to shower and change when your own shift was over.

Your thighs were badly bruised, ribs and chest too from being slammed against Disco’s desk. You didn’t normally wear pants, but you had to tonight. Plus a turtle neck shirt to cover up Doflamingo’s bites across your throat. 

You’d still had to spend some extra time at the mirror too though. Trying to add concealer and foundation powder over the bruises still on your jawline that the turtle neck couldn’t reach. Marks from Doflamingo’s fingertips when he’d first whipped your head back and squeezed there in his initial ambush.

And this was such a dichotomy still. Being talked about like a real hero of the moment, even as you hid the majority of the abuse you’d really exchanged for those false accolades.

When you were ready in these civilian clothes though, you had just been opening the door to go into the hallway as you startled.

Aokiji, or Kuzan really as he was actually now in black slacks and a dress shirt himself, was standing right there in front of you. He’d been about to knock when you’d flung the door open.

“Holy crap,” You thwacked him once in the abdomen in retaliation for the scare. “Don’t do that!”

He backed up one large step, but you could see the smile he was trying to hold back. “Well who did you think I was? I told you I’d meet you.”

“I thought you meant outside!” You retorted.

And even as you stepped out of your quarters to join him in the hallway, other sailors were walking through. A girl you only barely knew actually winked at you as she skirted behind Kuzan’s tall frame in her way.

He didn’t see what came next though as she looked back and mouthed to you.

Lucky!

They thought he was your date of course. And you didn’t know, maybe friends could go on dates? He had mentioned that a couple more of his friends who had just made port tonight would be joining you anyway. It’s not like it’d just be the two of you.

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Marineford was more than just a marine base of course. There was a whole other section just devoted to civilian contractors, the families of other marines, and those slices of life that were necessary to still be a self sufficient island. Stores, restaurants, and even a dance hall to name a few things. Though you prayed this romp would not end up anywhere with dancing involved. Your body just wouldn’t be able to deal with that right now.

You’d kept at Kuzan’s side though. There were little shuttles that ran sailors and civilians from all parts of the island. But there was still a lot of walking to be had regardless.

“Full moon.” He commented then, glancing skyward in brief appreciation of that nighttime view as you and he had cut through another side street. Just at the right angle to now see that white orb framed over a fountain at the nearby intersection.

“Bad night to be a Mink.” You yawned without meaning to.

He looked at you as he quipped back. “Or worse to be the victim of a Mink?” 

Yet you saw his eyebrow raise at the tired look you still gave in return. 

“You going to make it there, Captain?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” You lied. Though in all honesty it was more the mental drain that was worse. You fought strong pirates, bandits, and whoever else all the time. This wouldn’t be the first or last time that you’d be getting over injuries. It was just everything else that had gone off the rails now. You had no idea what to expect anymore.

“You know…” Kuzan said then, still glancing at the sky as a darker cloud had begun moving over the bright moon. “Master Zephyr used to tell us that the only marines who publicly showed their exhaustion were either the lazy ones-“ He smiled with some nostalgia there. “He meant me of course.” But then he looked back to you. “Or the ones who were among comrades that they felt safe enough to drop their guard with.”

You paused, looking up at him as the two of you now stood near that decorative fountain at the meeting of these streets. 

Of course he wanted you to open up a little more didn’t he? He knew there was something going on with you. But as much as that realization of him trying to figure it out should have stressed you further, somehow you still smiled at him. “You’re so corny sometimes.”

He gave you a look that said he’d been told that more than once too before sighing. “And you’re still as hard headed as they come.”

You slid closer to his side a little, bumping him with your shoulder somewhat playfully before starting to walk on.

“Buy me a drink. Or three. And then we can talk about the moon and the stars all you want, Admiral.”

It was a diversionary tactic to be true, but he didn’t seem to mind. You heard his genuine chuckle as he followed behind you to the restaurant.

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This place was new like he’d said. And very crowded tonight as the two of you were almost pressed together as you snaked through the loud conversations and people already grouped up here and there.

Several sailors acknowledged him as always as you passed them. Either actual friends of his, or just rookies excited to see an admiral out here in the wild casually amongst the rank and file.

It wasn’t until you’d almost gotten to the table that he’d reserved, that some more sailors had parted from where they’d been talking and you saw Tashigi’s face light up as she stood to wave in greeting.

And maybe it was because of everything else already weighing you down, but you honestly took a moment to make the connection. You had started to wave back, with that split second of being glad to see her here existing before the realization of who she was always with had had you stop so suddenly.

Enough so that Kuzan ran into your back and had to put his hands on your shoulders to rebalance himself as you and Smoker made eye contact from across that table.

The true surprise in Smoker’s resulting expression made it perfectly clear that this had indeed been a trap for you both.

“Easy now.” You heard Kuzan’s voice immediately, his hands actually tightening on your shoulders since he was already against you anyway. He’d felt that immediate tension and wasn’t about to let you do something stupid again here.

Smoker was scowling now himself, but said nothing at first as Kuzan still ushered you to the table for you all to sit together.

It was then you and Kuzan, and Tashigi and Smoker at the four seater table as silence hung for a moment even in the still noisy atmosphere of the restaurant.

Smoker looked to Kuzan eventually though, rightfully accusatory and still somewhat taken aback. “…The hell are you trying to do, Kuzan? You didn’t say a thing about this!”

Tashigi was now holding her own hands nervously clasped together on the table before she blurted out. “It was my idea!”

“What!?” Smoker’s head whipped around to glare at her too beside him.

“Which I agreed to.” Kuzan answered easily. “Because you two have to get over this. Whether it’s now or later. So it might as well be now.”

You were just staring down at the table by then though, as if that wood grain now held the mysteries of life itself as you felt your stomach twisting.

“Before it’s on the battlefield and an enemy uses it against you! We have to be able to trust each other with our lives don’t we!?” Tashigi pleaded in an abrupt addition.

“Since when are you so tactical!? Don’t be over dramatic!” Smoker grunted back at her.

And the tit for tat went on for a bit longer than that too. Tashigi and Smoker now arguing, and Kuzan occasionally commenting in agreement with Tashigi. But in all the back and forth, you hadn’t said a thing.

You never even looked up. Not until a gentle touch met your hand in your lap. 

The shock of that was enough to make you realize just how close you’d been to actually becoming emotional here in front of everyone before you glanced back up to Kuzan. Your eyes were stinging slightly, though no tears had come.

And he squeezed your hand just a single time before he let it go again.

The others probably hadn’t even seen it, the gesture having happened beneath the table as you took a breath and were then able to speak again.

“It’s fine. I get it.” You said to all of them now. “People break up every day. Of course I’d still have your back when out in the field. That doesn’t change. But can we get some drinks already?”

And maybe Smoker did catch the odd waver still in your voice then. Because his scowl faded quite a bit at that, and you could feel the way he was watching you again.

There’d been a time not so long ago when you could have elicited much more positive emotions from that man than just this most basic level of human empathy. But maybe that was gone forever.

It’s not like you didn’t have enough to already be overwhelmed with anyway as you could still feel that warmth that had creeped into your chest just at Kuzan’s touch.

An entirely ironic thing on its own for how chilled his hand had really felt tightly against yours in that brief moment.

Yes, you were now absolutely going to over do it tonight. You knew that just as sure as anything. Because you wanted every shot, and every full glass that you could stand to dull this train wreck already in process.

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At the least though, you and Smoker hadn’t made things intolerable for everyone else the rest of the night. But the two of you could both really get into alcohol when pressed, and had done so heavily now.

Even though Kuzan and Tashigi both knew unhealthy over indulgence when they saw it, this was also about the best way this could have gone down. You were both too stubborn and too prideful to make amends any other way.

So the drinks had just kept coming, almost as if you were both trying to outdo one another. There’d been food in there somewhere too. But you couldn’t even remember the taste of it by the time you were then holding onto Kuzan’s arm in order to leave the restaurant and bar a few hours later.

You had heard him offer to help Tashigi with Smoker too. But she said they were actually still docked in the harbor and supposed to sail again at first light. So it made more sense for them to return to their ship rather than the barracks now.

Some others from Smoker’s crew had been nearby and were then helping escort him alongside the contrastingly sober Tashigi back to port.

You didn’t think you’d even seen her drink anything more than a mocktail and water all night actually as she congratulated you yet again on the whole slave freeing debacle.

Smoker had paused to tell you goodbye as well though. Even if he wasn’t quite walking straight anymore. “Take care of yourself, alright? …I’m sure I’ll see you.”

“Yeah,” you’d said. Even as you felt Kuzan hug your waist with one arm to keep you from slipping down again. It wasn’t an angry parting as just exes this time at least. It kind of felt like a real goodbye more than anything. “See you around, Smoker…”

And there was finally almost a sadness in it as you saw the way he looked at you one last time. 

But it was what it was as you tried not to think of all the other bar nights where you and he would have just ended up passing out together after stumbling to your quarters or his. Then getting up in the morning, still smelling like cigars and booze before heading into the shower together for some rough wake up sex to help push those dueling hangovers away.

You two sure hadn’t hated each other then. And really, you didn’t now either. But it just couldn’t work, knowing how he really felt about your ambitions. And there was no more reason to waste one another’s time to pretend any different.

You and Kuzan were now going one way, and Tashigi and Smoker another.

Unlike Tashigi though, Kuzan had also drank his fair share, but nothing extreme like you and Smoker had.

You could smell the alcohol on the admiral, but it was almost pleasant. Some nice aged drink he’d been nursing all night even as you had swapped more between vodka and shots. 

He had the duty of still being your compass too as you both walked on.

And when you’d nearly tripped again, you did your best to still apologize to him. “Sorry...I know it sucks babysitting me.”

But he still had that wry smile. “You were just trying to get the demons out. Trust me, I know how it goes.” Yet he looked amused a bit now too. “I haven’t seen Smoker pound them back quite that fast in a while either. Man’s going to be in a lot of pain come tomorrow.”

“And there’s supposed to be a squall coming out there.” You replied. Because oh yes, bad hangovers on rough seas were their own kind of special hell.

You both laughed some then, having been there, done that more times than you’d care to admit. 

But when you leaned more into him, just steadying yourself as you walked together, he had quieted again.

For a few more streets it went on like that too, walking with his arm around you for support. It did feel safe. 

It felt almost right.

“(Y/N).” Kuzan said carefully after a while more though, and you realized he was looking up at the moon a little again. “If you were having trouble with something…if you weren’t okay, you know I’d help you right?”

“Hmm?” You murmured in question to his own. Not trying to avoid anything really, just not clear in mind enough now as you rested your head against him when he’d stopped.

His unique body heat had always been a strange thing to you. It was there, but only on the surface. Because he still had a heartbeat and flowing blood like anyone else of course. But if you pressed against him further, really leaned into him, it was that colder chill you could start to feel. Like a second comforting layer that was hard to explain.

“I’m never okay, Kuzan.” You said with your cheek now against the soft fabric of his shirt. That cool feeling was still there, just as expected.

Some things just couldn’t be forgotten.

And you felt him move. He’d gone from just one arm around your waist to support and guide you, to both now around you as if he really thought you were going to fall down.

The night felt even a little colder then too, but you liked it. You always had when he let you get as close as this.

His hand had left your waist soon after though to move under your chin. And so very gently then, he turned your head so that you knew he was looking at the heavier makeup there which you’d so rarely wear. Makeup to cover the bruises that you hadn’t had at breakfast with him this morning.

But he didn’t say anything. And so close like this, you could smell the alcohol a bit stronger on him now.

Had he just looked at your lips? Yes, he absolutely had. And you felt something flutter inside of you.

But when he’d leaned in, his arms only tightened around you in a true hug.

“It’s getting late. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

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And he hadn’t asked you anymore questions after that. You had really started to feel nauseous just outside the barracks though. 

It was a false alarm however, even as you bent over near the bushes with Kuzan patiently holding your hair just in case until that awful feeling had subsided again.

A gloriously kind scene you likely wouldn’t have to remember as he had steered you back to your door in the corridor soon after.

And as you leaned on your own doorframe as if it was the only thing still tethering you to the ground in this moment, he’d still managed a smile at you.

“I suggest sleeping on the floor tonight. Probably beside the toilet actually.”

“Yeah…” You somewhat agreed. But “Thank you.” was all that came out next as you looked at him seriously.

And it was that odd feeling again.

You felt like his eyes were saying that he didn’t want to leave. Even as he stepped back away. “You’re welcome. Now get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you’re still alive.”

The words were simple, yet significant all the same as you’d nodded in affirmation before disappearing behind your closing door.

Friends could call friends. It still wasn’t necessarily what it felt like even as you collapsed onto your bed, boots and jacket still on as you fell quickly into much needed sleep.

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There was no real sense of time after that. Whether it’d been an hour or three, you only knew that you’d been dreaming something. 

That fantasy dissipating into the noise of your transponder snail now ringing persistently.

“Fuck…” You weren’t all the way awake until you’d fully impacted the ground. Your leg twisted in your blanket as you’d fallen while trying to get off the bed. 

The snail went teetering over as well as it and the receiver slid across the floor.

It was a weird stretch and crawl you’d had to do then, leg still tangled in the fabric as you picked up the receiver and put it to the side of your face. 

You were laid out fully then, on the floor as Kuzan had recommended you do to start with as you spoke tiredly. “Hello?”

“Did you just throw the goddamned phone?” A much more lucid voice came immediately taunting from the other end.

And your eyes opened into the darkness of your bedroom at that, staring at nothing as you tried to understand.

You started to say his name in surprise too, but he was still much faster.

“Ah, don’t be so rash. This isn’t a secured line, angel.”

Your eyebrows had lowered all the same. Your mind in disbelief. “How did you…”

But Doflamingo laughed anyway, as if that alone wasn’t one of the most identifiable sounds you’d ever heard. “All the things that I’m capable of, and you’re going to be amazed that I can read a public phone directory? I told you I’d be in contact.”

But this soon? 

You curled up a little on the floor then, his voice echoing a bit to you with your already significant headache.

“You woke me up,” You complained.

“I can tell.” Though he already sounded curious too. Even now, that light slur in your words was apparent, and more than just from the sudden sleep interruption.

“Are you actually drunk, woman?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation.

You could hear a little growl, a pleased sound really as even your snail formed an indulgent smirk on its lips in response.

“Naughty girl. So you’re alone then?”

He wasn’t stupid. He knew you wouldn’t be talking like this if you weren’t. But again you still answered. “Yes.”

You didn’t have the ability to properly deal with with him right now. In fact, you were still out of it enough to wonder if this was even reality as you closed your eyes again.

“I couldn’t sleep.” His dark voice stated next though, and with a tone that implied you were somehow responsible for this problem.

“And?…” What were you supposed to do about it?

“This bed is cold.” He insisted a little more, making sure you understood his meaning.

But was he really…no, there was no way he was just calling because he was horny again was he? Literally, he had already had his dick in you this morning. And you had had your hand around him after too, stroking that damned weapon of a cock until he’d coated your hand completely when he’d cum.

Wasn’t that enough for you to be left alone for at least a night? Even your drunk brain recognized this additional red flag in the sea of them that he’d already put out. Were you supposed to be at his beck and call anytime he had an urge?

“Are you calling me because you already think this is all I’m for? That I just bedhop at every opportunity or something?” You grumbled, the alcohol really helping this bit of new indignation even as you opened your eyes to stare at the snail.

And when the warlord didn’t have an instant comeback to that, you kept on. “I’m tired of just getting passed to the next guy…” Kuzan had broken up with you before even a year, Smoker just after two. Your track record wasn’t the greatest right now. 

And it was absolutely drunken rambling by this point, but it didn’t make it any less true in your mind at least as you finished with, “And you’re just going to do the same I’m sure…fuck me around a while and then throw me away, right?”

“Is that really all you’re worried about?” His voice did respond then, having indulged you just enough to let you leave yourself even more vulnerable for what came next.

“But who said I was like them? I’m the one calling now to check in on you aren’t I? I’m the one who can’t sleep because I know I didn’t give you everything you wanted today.” But you could hear the grin on the other side. “How bad does it still hurt by the way?”

You made an incredulous noise, He was an absolute ass when he wanted to be. “Believe me, it hurts.” Whether he meant the pain of where he’d torn you though, or the fact that every guy you gave yourself to just kept dumping you didn’t matter. “And what was it that I supposedly wanted?”

“Pleasure. Attention. Praise.” He answered so smoothly.

“I think you’re talking about yourself.” You retorted, though feeling more flustered at even just the way he was saying those words. His voice could be like silk…it was disturbing the effect it still had.

“Yes, we’re similar in at least a few ways.” He actually agreed. But your resistance didn’t hamper him from playing the games he wanted to, when he wanted to either. “You know what I’m wearing right now, woman?”

And of course you felt the heat in your face with that abruptly lewd tone. But oh no, absolutely not. You were not about to do this on an unencrypted marine snail. And you couldn’t say his name as you tried unsuccessfully to redirect him. “Stop it, they might actually listen to these calls you know!”

He laughed. “Let them. You think you’d be the first marine to talk dirty to her boyfriend assigned on another island? I’d bet that’s the majority of the calls into and from those barracks actually.”

“Oh, so you’re my boyfriend?” You scoffed, just mocking him in return. And hoping the childishness of it all would ruin his mood. He’d taunted your feelings enough already today.

But he didn’t care, rolling with it easily as he still let it get even more personal. “Why not? You want me to say you’re my favorite right now? Fine. You’re my favorite. Because you couldn’t piss me off so much if you weren’t. You couldn’t have me hard even in my fucking sleep if you weren’t.”

“You’re so full of shit.” You said defensively, but your expression not matching your words as that heat that had been just in your face now spread into your chest.

It wasn’t fair. You were tired, you were drunk, and whatever had been happening with Kuzan earlier had already had you questioning so many things.

How truly stupid would you be to ever believe you were at all special to either man though. If Kuzan had wanted you, wouldn’t he have never let Smoker have you at all?

And if Doflamingo truly wanted you instead, it still would never be anything more than being used like a plaything. As if you’d even be his only one either. A charismatic asshole like this probably had multiple bedwarmers just like you spread out on every island on the Grand Line.

But he didn’t retort immediately. Surprisingly calm then as it sounded like he was stretching actually. And your extremely unhelpful brain was already imagining his long, lean body lazily splayed in a fancy bed somewhere in response.

Was he in the dark too? There was just the faintest moonlight coming through the blinds at your window. You could picture that as well, the moonlight making contrasts across his exposed chest or abdomen.

You’d never seen much else of him in truth. He’d always stayed dressed. Only his shirt unbuttoned and pants loosened just enough to get the job done.

You’d never seen his broad shoulders, his back muscles, his thighs…

Probably as tan and perfect as the rest of him. Somehow you just couldn’t picture any scars on that man if you ever really got to see it all.

And only his leading voice interrupted your bit of fantasizing there. Though of course not making anything any better as he still sounded so enticing. “And what makes you think I’m not capable of playing a longer game anyway?” He asked then.

“Well…you’re you.” You said, clearly running out of proper retorts by now.

“Which means what? That I only fuck and run? Time is money too you know. And I don’t waste either. How much money have I already blown on you now?”

He was quiet for just a little after though, not really expecting you to answer that. And you saw the snail wasn’t really smiling anymore. “You know I’m not letting you go back to sleep until you admit that I’m right.”

“Right about what?” You did question back then, but still much less assertively now.

“That you want me too obviously. And that it’s stronger than what you feel with him.”

He wasn’t joking. You tried to not look as surprised as you felt though. You knew how much the snails mimicked every look or doubt on their own faces.

But was that what was really keeping him awake then? He was still this stressed about Kuzan? The realization hit you pretty hard as you tried to understand it.

If you’d been fully sober, you probably would have remembered that a hallmark of controlling or abusive people was often how very insecure they actually were deep down. That they tried so hard to erase their own weaknesses through that outward display of confidence and cruelty.

It didn’t excuse their negative behavior, but it often accompanied it.

“Of course I want you,” You just breathed out in frustration though. What good would it do to pretend otherwise? It’s not like you knew how to hide it when alone with him. But you may have gone too far as well as you also finally admitted. “I don’t think about him when I take care of myself at night you know. It’s been you every time since that day.”

You heard him take a breath, and there was no question that he knew exactly what you meant. And just as you’d thought it would for all those nights that you’d played with yourself, this new information goaded him immediately.

“Fuck, woman. You should have called me.” He sounded needy and freshly irritated all at once.

As if you’d even known his number. He must be assuming you could have pulled the warlord files to get it. As if you would have risked doing that right now.

But his mind was now latched onto your confession of course as he only wanted to know more.

“Just your hand then? Or do you keep toys in your room?” His breathing was changing a little more too as he tried to coax these private details from you.

It made you feel more flustered as well in how quickly you were already learning his patterns. Even over the phone now, you knew the change in his sound when he was starting to get hard for you.

“Just my hand…on the outside. I’ve still been sore since the first time.” Sore from the basement in Mariejois. Which you both knew whose fault that was.

You tried not to glance at the snail now for the completely lustful look it was giving you. You really hoped the damn things dissociated from what they had to hear at this point.

Though you were also sure that Doflamingo was right that you were far from the only couple who had these kinds of conversations from the barracks.

“Then touch it like that now,” He ordered you to do it again. “Make it wet for me. I want to hear what I’ve been missing out on.” 

His voice had dropped into that even more seductive range if that was possible. And as annoyed as you were, still fully dressed here on the floor, you did feel that damnable twinge beginning fresh between your legs at his urging.

“You’re relentless.” You told him. Even as you started undoing your belt.

There was his chuckle again, but you heard him give a little grunt too. You knew what he already had his hand around.

But if this was how it was going to be, he needed to set the scene for you as well. Was your previous imagination correct? Fair was fair.

“Where are you anyway?” You asked, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants then as you lifted enough to slide them off of your hips.

“At the house that I asked you to come to. Here in my bed with nothing but a smile on, lover.” His breathing had fully changed enough that he was roughly stroking himself now for sure.

And you didn’t know if he was ever going to decide on just one thing to call you. He seemed to enjoy having a nickname for you for every occasion at this point.

But that one was new. And it really hit somehow as you slipped your fingers into your underwear.

“Lover, huh?” You asked, making clear that it had had an affect as you leaned back onto the floor and started spreading your legs for him.

“You like that, don’t you?” He further indulged. “It’s what you are now though…you know that right? You’re mine. Just like that swollen clit I bet you’re petting. It all belongs to me now.”

And you were rubbing it. Staying away from the true entrance, but teasing that bundle of nerves on the outside as you pretended it was his tongue between your legs again.

You did make a soft sound of arousal before you could stop yourself as your hips moved.

“I want you here.” Was what you confessed even on top of this after a while, pride vanishing the more your body continued to heat up. Even the hangover headache wasn’t enough to counteract what was happening to you now.

He actually groaned at that too. And you could hear his bed starting to creak from over the phone, he was thrusting unabashedly into his own hand then. “I know, I know. Fuck…I want it too. I want to feel you.” It sounded like you were torturing him in that instant as well with what he couldn’t have.

Of course even for a warlord, breaking into Marineford, the home of not only marine HQ but Sengoku and all three of his admirals in the middle of the night was a huge ask.

An impossibility really as he let out another moan for you. “I want you on this cock. You squeeze it so goddamn perfect when you are. I won’t rip that cunt next time, woman…I’ll take care of it until you’re begging me for more. Begging me to cum and fill you again. I swear-” His breath hitched once more and he actually laughed without being able to stop himself, the pleasure sounding so intense.

And by then you had completely dampened your underwear, rubbing your fingers rhythmically between your now slick folds in companionship to his voice.

“Please.” Yes, everything he said was what you wanted him to do to you. But when? How long until you could really see him again? You rocked your own hips harder with that need beginning to crest.

“Say it again,” he growled hungrily. He was clearly already so close to his own release. It couldn’t be helped. You drove him to the edge just that quickly.

And it was pathetically short for you as well as your thighs already tensed and even your torn center clenched at what was only there in your imagination. That was already the first orgasm, with an even deeper one building behind it.

“Please…” You knew you couldn’t say his name, even as desperately as you wanted to then. “I want you to do it.” So you tried another name, not knowing what else to do. But knowing what he wanted to hear. “Cum in me, baby. Please.”

“Yes…goddamn. Fuck it, that’s it. That’s it, fuck me,” And his voice was shaking as you heard him gasp as he came hard.

It made you tremble too, those deep contractions going off inside of you one after another, trying to pull in something that wasn’t even there as you whined for him.

You could hear his deep breathing too as he lingered as long as he could on that natural high.

And when you had both finally settled, an almost warm chuckle emanated from that phone.

“It’s all over me. Hell, woman. You’re supposed to be here to lick it off.” And you heard his bed creak again as if he was shifting to look at what he’d done. “It got all the way up to my chest. Damn.”

He was complaining, but he wasn’t. His voice still sounded all too satisfied as he added.

“It may even be in my hair. Fuck you, woman. I have to sleep in this now.” The snail was smiling so wide.

“Just take a shower, asshole.” Somehow you knew you could get away with this right now as you wiped your own wet fingers off on your blanket on the floor. You were actually smiling too. Only real smiles were contagious you knew.

And you were right on that new lightness in his mood as he made an exaggerated sound after, like wanting your pity. He was actually being playful with you. “No, fuck that. The shower’s too far. I’m tired now.”

“Then suffer I guess.” You said, pulling that same blanket closer to you to curl up in it for real.

“I will.” He answered, and it sounded like he was getting comfortable as well. He really was just going to sleep in the mess he’d made and worry about it later apparently.

If you had been together in the same room right now, you wondered if he would have kicked you from his bed though. What kind of man was he when it came to that? 

Once he’d had his way with someone, did he want to share his bed at all when the deed was done? Would he have held you right now? He had held you a little in Disco’s office. But, that wasn’t really the same as sleeping side by side.

“Sober up and get some rest,” He spoke again though, and he did sound more lethargic there. “I’ll be back out of town for a while. But it’ll work out. Next time I see you, your little hole will be healed and we’ll do this properly, face to face. Deal?”

How was he so good at this though? It seemed impossible that the same man that had practically tortured you this morning by trying to break you in half over the edge of Disco’s desk was now making you desperately wish you were wrapped up in this blanket together. All in the span of a single day he’d shown you both sides of himself again.

“Yeah. You’re going to tell me when to put in for shore leave?” You asked

“I will.” He assured.

“Good night then I guess.” How else were you supposed to end this call? Still feeling needy, but a bit confused as to the reasons for it as you readied to hang up the snail.

“Good night, lover. Thanks for the help. I’ll be in touch.” And it wasn’t mocking at all then, not even a little as you heard the click of the line disconnect.

Your snail immediately closed its eyes, content to return to the sleep the two of you had so rudely kept it from. So you placed the receiver back on top of its shell, then truly alone again in the dark.

But you still felt warm, with a very special kind of dread within that too. 

Lovers? Was that supposed to be any better than just a random fling? Was it supposed to mean something to you? You didn’t know all the nuances here. Either you were with someone or you weren’t.

He didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else now though. You’d gathered that much. But, were there any rules for him? Or could he still pick up any and everyone he wanted?

Whether there would ever be any implied fidelity here was too much to really think about for long though. 

You decided to just let it go for now. Back to fantasizing of being held by your particular choice of warlord, falling to sleep as everything slipped away to dreams again.

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    T⨂  BE 

CONTINUED

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Title: Sabaody Shakedown

(Chapter 2 of Doflamingo’s Marine Series)

*Crossposted to AO3 here* Reader/(Y/N) type: cis female marine

Pairings: Doflamingo x Reader as primary, Smoker x Reader is in the past, Aokiji/Kuzan x Reader is teased

Chapter Warnings: masturbation, rape, non-con, voyeurism, slavery, blood, language, violence, unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, handjob, references to previous virginity loss

Chapter Synopsis: After running afoul of Doflamingo in Mariejois a few weeks earlier, he’s now all you can think of. But you still didn’t expect to see him again this soon, and to even more complicated results.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

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You had understandably been in somewhat of a mental fog the next few days after returning to Marineford. Of course you kept up appearances as best you could. But it was such an odd feeling, holding this secret inside of what you’d done.

Your body was still aching, with you even having to wipe away small amounts of blood from between your legs in the bathroom or during a shower through the week. Doflamingo had torn you just enough that it still stung whenever you tried to make your daily laps or do your workouts in the gym.

You put your mind back into training as much as you could though, just waiting for Tsuru’s battleship to return and take you back out to sea again.

But even in those times where you may finally think of something else, there would always be some sort of reminder of him. Like the scab inside of your bottom lip burning against hot food whenever you’d tried to eat. That hidden wound still in the shape of the warlord’s bite within your mouth.

With your lips closed, your tongue tip still ran idly over that imperfection inside your mouth in a way that was almost becoming a bad habit. 

In all honesty, the isolation of these confusing emotions felt similar to losing your virginity all over again. Even if that idea seemed ridiculous.

As sore as you were, as shell shocked, and as anxious that someone would discover and judge you for what you’d done…it was like figuring out sex all alone for the very first time again.

You’d bled significantly more on your true first time of course. But only because you’d still had an inexplicably thick hymen then. First torn by none other than Kuzan actually. A fact you hadn’t revealed even to Doflamingo exactly. You’d confessed to being with Aokiji before when pressed by the warlord. But not divulged that the now admiral was also your very first.

It was the real reason why Kuzan had gotten so nervous and ended things with you not long after that back then. Because he hadn’t realized you were a virgin until it was too late and you were bleeding and crying in his bed.

He hadn’t been an admiral then. And you hadn’t been underage, just inexperienced. But you’d still conned him a bit if you were being honest. Playing things up as if you were far more mature than you were. When you hadn’t actually been ready for that level of intimacy yet at all. 

But by the time Smoker came along, you’d taken the time to practice with a few random, unthreatening marines here and there beforehand. It’d become a lot more natural by then. And you’d learned to actually enjoy and even look forward to sex over time.

But now Smoker was gone too and you were only left with whatever the hell this new poison was.

Because Doflamingo had raped you. Logically you knew that.

But you’d also felt more arousal in at least some of that than you could remember at any time with Smoker. It’d been like the adrenaline of battle mixed with making love. 

Minus the love.

Yet even a man like Doflamingo had seemed a little bit human in those very small instances of vulnerability he’d shown.

And you kept remembering that, the times where his perpetual mask of a smile would slip away from him. If you could have only seen his eyes, you were certain there would have been something more there too in those brief moments.

But this is how you’d been for days now. Trying to go through your routines, and adjusting back to base life while waiting for your next sail date. You’d be in the offices, then at the gym, the mess hall, and then back to the barracks.

And you’d be thinking of that warlord all the while. Like a dark stain across everything, impossible to wash away as you now laid alone in your bed after yet another long shower.

Worst of all, even if it still hurt a bit, your fingers would slide between your open legs at times. Mostly gently though, and only over the top of your underwear while you rubbed yourself with all the lights off.

You were also attracted to the Heavenly Demon’s raw will, and the challenge of it all. There was no question in that.

Aokiji was likely still the stronger in pure power between the two men. But Doflamingo was so ruthless, so exacting. Where Aokiji could freeze an entire battlefield in one swing of his palm, Doflamingo would be the assassin’s bullet instead, straight through the heart and never predicted.

You now thought of the king of Dressrosa’s rich scent which you still remembered too well, and the vibrations of his dark laugh as he’d pressed his greedy mouth against you that day in Mariejois.

You moved your own fingers in a poor substitution for his as your stomach tightened in arousal. You could feel the fabric getting damp as your pressed a little harder through your underwear.

It was so goddamn wrong though. If you hadn’t still been healing, you would have been looking for something else to slide between your legs in this moment.

You wanted to feel full again already. You wanted his heavy weight against your body. 

You breathed in quietly as you just had to use your imagination for the rest. Thinking of his voice, pretending it was there to taunt and coax you again as you massaged your own clit.

And what would he have thought of you shamelessly touching yourself for him? He’d be even more insufferable most likely. His ego was titanic enough already.

But there’s no way he would have left you to finish this all alone either. He would have been in this bed in an instant to partake as well.

So that’s what you kept focusing on to finally coax an orgasm out of yourself. Thinking of his hands desperate and grasping for you again, his breath panting, mouth biting, and hips pumping as he would have moaned for you once more.

Like a starving animal to a fresh kill. He’d let himself fully give in to what he’d wanted from you that day.

You grit your own teeth as you managed even a second orgasm as well before you’d finally let your muscles relax again. You were breathing a little harsher yourself in the dark by then. All this before you’d finally rolled back over. Then tightening the blankets around you in the absence of his body heat to warm you.

But closing your eyes didn’t erase what you still kept imagining. It was going to be a very long ordeal for you with each added night alone in these barracks. Without any other mission to focus on, it just brought out the worst in you now.

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And another setback came a few days later. Early one morning when you were just getting dressed to go on a jogging run before officer meetings, your long distance snail had finally rang.

You’d been across your bedroom so fast to pickup that receiver. You knew assignments could come in the morning sometimes like this, and you’d felt so relieved to finally hear Tsuru-san’s voice again.

“Good morning.” She greeted you as normal.

“Good morning, Vice Admiral.” You’d practically been pacing the floor already though, stretching out the long phone cord as you did. “Has Amazon Lily been wrapped up?”

“For now.” She answered. Debriefings would come on that later you were sure. “I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to check in on you though.” She continued. “It’s been one thing after another. Sengoku did let me know you did well in the warlord meeting the other day.”

Of course she, Sengoku, and Garp could be like three peas in a pod. They’d come up through the ranks in the same generation together. Though both men got under Tsuru’s skin quite often, like troublesome siblings to her really. 

“Have they decided to mobilize the marines to Charybdis though?” You still asked boldly anyway, wondering if everything you’d really sacrificed that day had come to bear any fruit.

“It’s still in discussion.” She replied.

“Oh,” Well that was disappointing.

“I’m sure we’ll get word in another month or so. Nothing like that moves quickly in Mariejois.” You could hear that slight comfort in her tone however. She wasn’t going to blame you if they rejected the proposal regardless. “But I can’t talk long I’m afraid. I wanted to let you know that we’re on our way to the West Blue now. They’re having a rebellion on Lyra that the government does want nipped in the bud.”

And at this your heart had absolutely sank.

“You’re not coming back then.” You stated the obvious. Not for several weeks anyway with that kind of mission and at that distance.

“I’m sorry. I know you hate being landlocked. But more so, I needed to tell you that I got a call recently from Vice Admiral Vergo from base G-5. He’s doing some cross training with the newer recruits for HQ. He’ll be in Marineford in a couple days. He wasn’t bringing his full crew, so he was looking for some help. How would you feel following him for a bit? I haven’t worked with him directly, but I’ve heard good things. He’s been very popular at G-5 at least.”

You were surprised of course. And it wasn’t like you should say no. An offer to work with another commander was always a good opportunity to learn something new. And to get your name out there even more if they might give you positive recommendations in the future.

But as much as you knew you couldn’t stay in Tsuru’s shadow forever, there was still a strangeness to ever being fully obligated to another leader. “I’ve never met him. But sure, I accept. I’ll help where I can while he’s here at HQ.”

“Then I’ll let him know. Thank you.” She answered easily, and you could already hear one of the other crew in the background. One of your friends confirming another a ship hailing them then. “I have another call,” Tsuru sighed. It’d obviously been hectic lately for them. “I’ll check in when I can.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You felt a bit jealous all the same though. Your usual group was off having new adventures without you.

But you could still hear that wry smile of hers on the other end. She always knew when you were struggling a bit, even if she didn’t know the full reason. “When I get back we’ll sit down and catch up truly, alright?”

“Yes.” Your voice changed a little more then. “That’d be good.”

She likely thought you were still upset over Smoker. Everyone knew about that by now. But one of those late night talks over coffee or tea with Tsuru about anything would have done you a world of good right now.

Even if you couldn’t tell her the name of the real man you were currently so hung up on. 

It sure wasn’t anyone named Smoker.

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At least with a new task in mind, you’d had something else to focus on. By the day Vice Admiral Vergo was supposed to arrive though, even that morning on base had been a little bit strange.

You’d just been in the mess hall having breakfast. And a familiar, if not a bit too casual “Hey,” above you had had you looking up from your food and daily news coo paper.

You still had some oatmeal in your mouth actually as Admiral Aokiji sat down directly across from you and his food tray touched against your own.

“Hey,” you’d answered just as awkwardly, after swallowing anyway.

“Any good new bounties?” He asked by way of small talk, trying to open a sugar packet for his coffee.

“Nope.” But you watched him still, sure he would have already known if there were any exciting new pirate targets out there for you all. 

And you waited. Talk just for the sake of talk wasn’t really your thing.

But he was in no hurry either as he stirred his coffee and yawned once naturally. 

You remembered then just how hard it was for him to get up early in the mornings and get going. And you tried not to eventually give in, but failed as you pushed your newspaper over to him as old habit.

He’d always liked reading your paper instead of just getting his own back then when you’d very briefly roomed together. 

Lazy justice indeed.

“I’m still mad at you. In case you were wondering.” You finally said as you watched him as he read the news.

“I figured.” He answered, sipping his coffee as his eyes stayed on the latest happenings in the paper for a while.

Yet he had looked back up eventually. His voice was a little kinder then. “You feeling any better?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t think I’d get stuck here for this long. Does Smoker want his stuff back from my room yet or something?”

You realized now that that was the most likely reason for the admiral’s sudden appearance. He usually didn’t make the effort to talk with you one on one anymore. At least he hadn’t when you were still dating Smoker, because rumors spread so fast through gossip hungry marines.

Too much friendliness and they’d all assume you and Aokiji were a thing again.

“I’m sure he’s thinking about it. But if you just put it out on a cart at some point, I can stash it in my office until he’s back here again.” Aokiji conceded, yet also clarified. “Yet that’s not why I’m up this early.”

“Yeah?” You questioned, kind of wishing he’d just get to the point then.

“I just wanted to apologize. That’s all.” He said it simply, those dark brown eyes of his watching you.

And for a moment you thought you saw something close to pity in those eyes. Which you really didn’t like either of course. “I’m fine. You didn’t ice burn me that bad.”

“I tried not to.”

“I know.” It would have been much worse if he’d really been going all out.

“Akainu was on my ass some too of why I didn’t report you and Smoker both.” He added. “You should probably avoid that other admiral for a while. He’ll be looking for any reason to write you up.”

“Wonderful.” You sighed, knowing all too well that Akainu was an unforgiving, ‘might makes right’ kind of man himself. But if he was annoyed with you, it was likely more the fact that you’d been fighting in Mariejois itself rather than anything else. Putting marine dirty laundry out in front of the gods like that and all.

You and Aokiji were both quiet for a while again after. It was a calm aura though. You’d let your guard back down by then and were just finishing your oatmeal and fruit while he was working on a bagel he’d smeared with cream cheese.

Literally nothing was happening at your table but that, and yet as the mess hall had become more crowded you saw a few heads turning your way already. It was so stupid, but you guessed it was mostly just because his much higher rank. Simply sitting with you so close and casual, it was still making other sailors take second and even third looks at the scene.

Surely the narrative was going to be that your slutty self was already trying to bag Aokiji again. Literally just days after losing Smoker of course. And just as you’d been thinking how unfair those assumptions really were, Aokiji himself had to go and throw the ultimate wrench into it all.

“You want to get something to eat in the civilian  district tonight?” He asked, just as casually as anything.

As if that wasn’t like detonating a new bomb in your psyche.

When you stared back at him, he wasn’t even uncomfortable either. Maybe he simply wasn’t seeing this the way that you were.

“I know you hate being stuck here. I can invite whoever else too if you want to make a group thing out of it. There’s this new karaoke place they opened over there. I’ve heard they’ve got really good sushi and a hell of a bar.”

“I’m supposed to meet up with Vice Admiral Vergo today.” You said initially in absence of any better excuse.

Which he deflected easily actually. “Yeah, I heard he’s wanting to head to Sabaody just for the day. You’ll be back by tonight.”

Was he really just that worried about you that he thought you needed the forced socialization though? Or was it something else?

Regardless, whatever it was only got stranger though. Because you’d seen a little commotion at the main doors now.

A tall, dark haired marine had entered. He had a sharply trimmed beard and black sunglasses, as well as a small entourage of lower rank sailors all attentive around him.

You’d never seen him here before, so you were pretty sure exactly who he must be before the weirdest thing happened.

He’d looked in the direction of your table. And you saw his expression change. Not to say he was all that expressive to begin with. But you caught it. If only for a single second that he’d had a completely different look. 

Was it one of disapproval or maybe even concern? 

And he had made an absolute bee line to get to you both.

Whatever that odd energy was though, you saw even Aokiji straighten up, no longer slouching when the man came up on him from behind.

Yet the stranger’s voice was perfectly normal as he spoke. “Good morning, Admiral. May I join you?”

Aokiji had looked up in a little surprise, yet recognizing the other man as he nodded. “Vice Admiral Vergo, good morning. And yes of course. I was just talking to the Captain here.”

“I saw,” Vergo replied, head turning to give full attention to you then. “Captain (Y/N)? Vice Admiral Tsuru had recommended you for some help I’ll need while I’m here at HQ. If it’s alright, I’m actually ready to sail to Sabaody this morning if you’re done here. You were the one I was looking for.”

The sudden rush to leave when he’d literally just got here was bizarre to you too. Though it’s not like you couldn’t just agree. He would be in charge of you for now.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” You just nodded, though already picking up any trash of yours as clearly your breakfast was now over. “Yes, I’m ready to set sail. I’m at your disposal.”

“Good.” Vergo responded, already standing again then.

You stood too, ready to put away your tray and follow him.

But Aokiji spoke up one more time before you or Vergo could walk away.

“Have fun at the archipelago then. Let me know about dinner when you’re back. Okay?”

And again, it was just friendly, typical Aokiji in tone at least. But you felt strange as you’d seen Vergo hesitate slightly in front of you at the admiral’s words.

None of that new tension made any sense. So you just smiled without knowing what else to do. “Yeah, I’ll let you know, Admiral. See ya later.”

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True to his word, Vergo really had been ready to sail. Because it hadn’t been long at all before you were standing on the bow of his ship then, watching the gates of Marineford open once more.

He was near your side as well as he explained the morning’s objectives. “I’ve agreed to take new recruits to Sabaody for patrols there today. They need to practice being in uniform and interacting with the citizens. This will be a diverse enough environment to do that in.”

Even though Sabaody could be very interesting when there off duty at least, just patrolling it with a bunch of newly enlisted sounded frankly boring.

Though it was still pretty satisfying to at least see the ocean again and hear the sails opening further in the wind as Vergo continued.

“But I have a separate job for you too.”

“Sir?” Of course you’d perked up a little at that. Something hopefully more interesting than babysitting the rookies at least.

“I pulled the latest certifications and it turns out our inspections of the ‘Employment Office’ in grove 1 are a couple months past due. Can you handle that for me?”

You stared a moment, but didn’t dare decline. Of course you could handle it. But it didn’t mean you wanted to set foot in that awful place if you didn’t have to. “I’ll check in if that’s what you need done. But are they selling today?” You still asked, hoping that answer would be a no. 

“I don’t know.” He answered though, black sunglasses just looking at you with no real expression again.

“Well…” You weren’t familiar with Vergo well enough to know how you were supposed to word this. “When it is a selling day, there could even be a Celestial Dragon there. Am I permitted to find any violation that could possibly delay an auction that they might be attending?”

“What you do is up to you.” He responded just as vaguely though. Not seeming to give it any thought at all. “That’s why I’m asking you to handle it.”

“Yes, sir.” You answered back without displaying how unhelpful you thought he was being. Maybe you really were just too used to Tsuru. 

Because even a seemingly easy assignment like this could end up a disaster if you pressed either too much or too little in relation to whatever Vergo’s personal standards were. Yet apparently he wasn’t even going to tell you where his line was right now.

So you’d just have to wing it you supposed.

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On paper, the marines officially referred to this building as the “Public Employment Security Office”. Of course far better known for what it really was as the Human Auctioning House. An unfortunate and still very legal fixture out front and center in grove 1 of Sabaody Archipelago as you’d walked all the way there after disembarking from the marine ship at the harbor.

Vergo and the others had spread out to other areas. So you were on your own here as you’d announced yourself to the guards at the back door.

They didn’t look particularly interested. But showing them your rank and marine card gave them no choice but to begrudgingly let you in. You didn’t care about any pageantry in the front of house, purposefully coming in the back. Yet only to immediately be hit with the smell of the cage area.

If anything was going to be against current regulations, you were sure it was going to be here in the “backstage” as you frowned. 

The source of the smell was evident as there indeed was human stock in the cages to your unease. As much as you’d hoped this would have been an in between day where no one was yet being held for the next auction date.

Wonderful.

“The boss will be here in a minute. He had to make a call. We weren’t supposed to be having any inspections today.” Some lackey grunted at you as you started to look around while waiting.

“Legally we don’t have to give you any notice you know.” Though maybe that was part of why the place hadn’t been checked in a while per Vergo. Was it a true oops by your fellow marines, or an on purpose look the other way kind of thing?

You were guessing the latter by how much everyone seemed to be glaring through you even as an office door opened and another man finally came out.

“Well, this is awfully early to be getting my employees upset, don’t you think? I really don’t have the time for this, whoever you are.” The brightly attired man sneered a little at you. With a stupid looking hat and star shaped sunglasses on.

“Captain, (Y/N).” You corrected him. “And it smells like shit in here.”

The man immediately bristled even further at that, as if you were just the most vulgar brat he’d ever encountered. But you liked getting people like him even more on edge as quickly as possible. He wouldn’t be thinking straight to lie as easily to you. But he didn’t seem that smart anyway honestly.

“Well…that’s to be expected isn’t it with these animals?” And as he said so, he hit the cage bars in emphasis as to his disgust for the current inventory.

“You aren’t supposed to hold anyone in a legal auction site more than three days without the chance to properly clean themselves.” You responded as if you were only commenting on the weather though. Which was extremely difficult. But if you let your real emotions slip, you knew you’d just be wanting to wipe the floor with Mr. ‘Star Glasses’ and every guard in here.

You kept on too. “It’s really the bare minimum not to spread infection, as per the human trafficking amendments passed in the last reverie, Mr…who are you exactly?”

“Disco!” He almost yelled now. “And this is uncalled for! You’re supposed to schedule these inspections!”

“Yeah, well. That’s not what the law says either.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“It is.” You agreed as you continued to walk, watching the victims on the other side of the bars. It wasn’t that many really. Mostly human women today though, sitting on crates with their chains running to the wall behind them.

They wouldn’t even make eye contact with you though. And why should they? They knew the law here. A simple marine wasn’t going to be able to do a thing that would actually save them now. 

The best you could do was just give this shithead as much grief as possible. Minor fines maybe, stupid things like not spacing their chains out far enough, or failing to clear enough crates away from the fire exit. 

Which the idea of proper egress was laughable too of course, knowing only the workers would ever save themselves in any emergency. The slaves would just be left chained here to die.

Still, those kinds of slaps on the wrist had been your only real plan before you’d noticed a chain whose victim you could just see a hint of. They’d been small enough to fully disappear after too, cowering behind their crate as soon as they’d heard Disco’s voice berating you.

“Open this.” You said immediately at that, stopping then and there as your voice changed.

“What?” Disco scoffed. “Absolutely not!”

You glared back over your shoulder at him. “It wasn’t a request. Open the holding area. I want to inspect number 7.” You clarified in correspondence with the slaves’ numbered placards on the wall.

“Just who do you think you are!?” 

His voice was so annoying to you. “Either use the keys or I take the keys.” And as you said this, you tightened your fist, letting a purposeful display of haki crackle briefly across it. 

By the way he took a step back, he got the message finally. But he was still so high on himself. “Fine. Be a brute if you must. This will be the last time you’ll ever work in Sabaody again, Captain whoever you are!” He said it so mockingly. “Do you know who owns this place now!?”

But you were ignoring him by then. As one of the guards did open a gate in the bars and you walked in immediately to slave number seven’s holding place.

Disco was still bitching at you too as you quietly crouched on one knee to look behind that crate.

And you offered the softest smile you could manage, even though you could feel your blood already trying to boil.

“Hey there.” You told the young boy as he stared up at you with big fearful eyes. You’d thought you’d seen a hint of a tailfin too as you’d been walking, and you’d been right.

It was an extremely young merman. You’d guess only four or five years old honestly. His face was tear stained and clearly bruised as he still tried to make himself as small as possible under your gaze.

You didn’t want to frighten him anymore than he already was though. So you said nothing else to him even as you visually noted his partly emaciated look as well.

This wasn’t going to end well at all for anyone now. You already knew that as you finally stood again. Not when it came to literal children being in this hellhole. He was practically a baby for how short his fins still were.

And as you walked back out through the still open gate, your demeanor had gone fully cold.

“You’ve got underage product. You have to release him.” You said so confidently even as you were now mentally counting every guard, and weapon in your view.

It was something between a gasp and a laugh that escaped Disco at that. “You’re insane! And this is over! When my boss gets a hold of you, you stupid bitch-“

Your rope dart was off your shoulder in an instant, swinging as you let the flat side of the blade clock Disco hard enough to knock him right down onto his narrow ass.

Every guard had a gun pulled and aimed at you then.

But even they weren’t dumb enough to just start firing on a marine.

“Twelve is the minimum legal age for trafficking fishmen and merpeople.” You answered. But only even that much because of the newer restrictions that had just passed. “And if we want to play the ‘my boss is bigger than yours’ game, then alright. I can do that too.”

Your heart was pounding so hatefully and you knew you were about to lose control and beat all these guys into paste if you didn’t do something drastic like this.

You just prayed that the man you had in mind would actually answer as you pulled the small marine snail from your pocket. The big wigs at HQ you only needed to dial a three digit code for on a marine officer’s snail like this.

Of course you had his memorized as you keyed it immediately and everyone else could hear the snail trying to connect. And they were surprised into further silence as he did answer with a loud click.

“This is Admiral Aokiji…”

How big all their eyes then became told you you were now the one in control here.

“Hey, it’s me.” You replied, though doing your best not to sound too angry still. But you were also petty enough to really want to make these jerks sweat now that you had a higher authority in play. “Remember how you wanted to go get sushi tonight?”

Was Disco’s ‘boss’ he kept threatening you with friends with an admiral like you were? You wanted that slaver prick especially to understand all this.

“Yeah. When are you back? I’m off duty at 19 hundred.” He answered you so easily too. But he knew your voice inflections well, just like you knew his. You could tell he already sensed some kind of bullshit afoot. But he was still a team player enough to wait for you to explain the how or why.

“Well how about lunch in Sabaody instead?” You offered, watching the men around you spiral further by their expressions. “I’ve run into a little trouble here at the ‘Employment Office’. You’re on speaker by the way.”

“Ah.” He didn’t sound surprised at all about the trouble part at least. Nor did he care that they could already hear him. “You need backup then?”

“No, I think it’s okay. I’m just trying not to make a scene truthfully. They have an underage merman here that they don’t want to release. While I think they really should. What do you think, Admiral?”

You could about see the sweat running down Disco’s face now in the brief silence as Aokiji considered the question. The auctioneer had stood back up at some point from where you’d knocked him down earlier. But now looked like he may collapse again on his own here shortly.

Aokiji eventually spoke to them for you however, going into full marine protocol then. “This is Admiral Aokiji. Captain (Y/N) does have the authority to release individuals held below the legal age limit as per the last trafficking treaty amendments with the World Government.”

But he still finished with a more personal touch. You’d almost forgotten how much he did like to mess with you sometimes. “Also, more off the record, but she really has a soft spot for kids too. You’re barking up the wrong tree here, fellas. I’d let the boy go and cut your losses now if you don’t want her boot through your teeth. She’s got my permission to do what she has to.”

It always felt so good to win. “Thanks, Admiral. I think we’re done here.” You answered, properly satisfied.

“Alright. Call if you need me. It’s a paperwork kind of day, so I wouldn’t mind getting out. Sabaody isn’t far.” He said as one last threat to these men of course.

“Understood.” You were about to hang up too before he added.

“And I still want sushi. Let me know when you’re on your way back to base.”

You paused, and as out of place as it should have been here and now, you did truly smile before you could stop yourself. Because he was rarely this persistent. Of course you couldn’t remember the last time you’d called him direct either. It was a bit nostalgic.

“I’ll let you know. I’ve still got to see what else Vergo needs from me after this.” You answered him.

“Okay. See ya.” He agreed.

“Bye.” You finished, hanging up the snail to look back at Disco and his henchmen.

The looks on their faces were still some sort of mix between horror and amazement. 

You were feeling pretty happy in that moment too, thinking you’d at least just saved a child while also preventing the political consequences of an all out brawl at a legal auction house.

But pride had been your weakness before. And that trend didn’t stop here today as you almost didn’t feel the touch when it finally happened.

It was as gentle as a cobweb ghosting across the back of your neck. And that was what you’d really thought it was. Just dusty refuse from the cavernous darkness of the rafters above.

Even Disco didn’t know what had happened at first. Your body had just stopped when you’d been walking to get the merboy’s keys from him. You could see the auctioneer’s face turn to confusion, much like your own as suddenly all your limbs were resisting you. 

And even behind those ridiculous star shaped sunglasses, you saw his expression change to absolute shock not long after. Just as you heard a large something land directly behind you, the lurking predator pouncing down at last from out of the rafters.

“Boss!” Disco screeched, looking half between a heart attack and renewed hope as he stared up and over your shoulder.

But you already knew. That familiar flutter of fear was clear even before Doflamingo’s warm body pressed against your back and his hand ran around to grab your jaw from behind.

“Back for more so soon, (Y/N)?” He’d said it so goddamn enticingly too, just before he’d jerked your head backward painfully. An upside down, and very rough kiss then forced on you as you couldn’t pull away from him.

Your body wouldn’t listen at all below the neck as you felt the vibration of his laugh even as he squeezed your jaw to the point of bruising. His long tongue was then trying to force its way past your teeth again.

And the fools all around you were left in stunned silence yet again at this newest scene. It’d been an absolute rollercoaster of surprises for everyone in this room in just these last few minutes.

But when Doflamingo did finally end the kiss again, with a little string of spit breaking between your mouths as he pulled away, it was still Disco who had the audacity to speak first.

“I…I knew you were on the island, sir. But I didn’t know that you were already here. Who is…I mean, do you know her, sir?” Disco sounded like he was trying to understand, apologize, and beg for his life all at once.

“I wasn’t far when you called. Quit groveling.” Doflamingo just reprimanded him bluntly, but with those red sunglasses never looking away from you. “And yes, I more than know this bitch. Unfortunately.”

By his unhappy tone, you immediately remembered his threat from Mariejois as well. To never mess with his income again. But there’d been nothing on the record of the warlord being involved here. But goddamn Disco had said it earlier, hadn’t he?

Do you know who owns this place now!?”

Implying a more recent partnership between the two. But no, this was still utter bullshit. You hadn’t known. How could you have?

“Doflam-“ You tried to say. You wanted to argue at least. But his name didn’t even make it fully out of your mouth. His fingers had slid across your lips in one harsh swipe, coating them in thick string instead. String that he then pulled tight around the back of your head to gag and fully silence you.

“Too late, woman.” He grumbled, and there was a whole new venom to it now. “Come on, Disco…into the office and we’ll deal with this mess.” 

Doflamingo was walking away from you then. He had one hand in his pocket again, but the other near his hip as his fingers moved. And as they did, so did your legs and feet. You were forced along behind him as the three of you entered Disco’s office and the door was slammed shut behind you.

“Get your ledger.” Doflamingo seemed to almost be ignoring you in the moments that followed too, glare focused on his underling instead. “How much did you pay the traders for that boy?”

You could tell in the flustered way that Disco now sat at his desk and started digging through drawers, that this wasn’t exactly going well for him either.

Carefully while those two were focused on each other though, you had tried to draw out your haki again. You weren’t sure how Doflamingo’s parasite ability truly functioned. You knew he’d attached something to your neck earlier, but was that all you had to break to be free of him?

Yet whatever this connection now was, he must have immediately felt your attempt at resistance against it. Because even though you’d barely done anything, he’d jerked his hand so violently in response that your body had slammed down to Disco’s desk with an audible cracking sound in the wood itself.

Disco gasped nearly as loud as that breaking sound when your chest hit his desk that hard. More papers were also knocked away when you were then forced to splay your hands out on either side of your head.

You couldn’t say any true curse of pain either with those strings still across your mouth.

But you were now fully bent over the desk. Your head near Disco who was seated there in shock, and your ass now tilted up as Doflamingo bent his own long legs just enough to get his pelvis even with the back of your skirt.

“I’m still waiting on that amount, Disco.” Doflamingo grumbled to snap the other man out of his staring even as you felt the warlord’s hands starting to rub your hips impatiently.

“Yes, um…well….it’s right here!” Disco finally exclaimed as he pulled the paper out of a stack of others deep within one of the drawers.

Doflamingo easily snatched the document from the other man’s hand. He was just holding it above your back as he read through it next, all the while still stroking your hip distractedly with his other hand.

“Feh. You paid too much. They ripped you off, you idiot.” The warlord scoffed after the quick read too, just tossing the paper to let it also flutter to the floor somewhere. 

You could almost hear Disco swallow in a response of fear to that. Even as he tried to explain. “But it’s…relative to current market price, sir.”

“You’re going by last month’s prices!” Doflamingo growled again in return, making the other man shrink back even further. “It spiked last month, but it’s all down again now. And you bought him when it was already going back down. You should be fucking smart enough to anticipate those trends!”

The room was silent for a long moment following that latest outburst. And as disgusting as it was, both you and Disco had something briefly in common then. Because neither of you knew what to do or to expect next from Doflamingo.

“And now we’ll have to eat that loss.” The warlord did eventually continue almost quietly by comparison though. But somehow that dark tone was even worse. Much worse as you finally realized what his real trigger had been all along. “All because this one thinks she can sick her new lover on us.” 

He had heard everything then. He’d snuck in in time enough to catch your phone stunt with Aokiji and made his own conclusions from it. This wasn’t just about the slaves or the business.

This was jealousy.

And as your adrenaline spiked, Doflamingo pulled both your skirt and underwear down in one harsh jerk. Both pieces of clothing then falling around your ankles as you tried and failed to fight him off.

Yes, you’d wanted him again. But not like this. Not when you now realized he was absolutely livid and planning to truly hurt you.

“You can stay, Disco. She needs to learn some new humility I think.” He said to your additional horror, even doubling down in this cruelty as he continued. “Hell, jack off while you watch for all I care. She was just trying to work you over too wasn’t she?”

And Disco, the spineless cockroach that he was, had his tune changing immediately in response to this new development. “Yes. She was being quite a menace before you arrived, sir! She deserves nothing less!” The coward was almost gleeful again then when he realized he might really be off the hook now, and was about to get a nasty show for free as well.

Two sadistic fucks is what they both were in this moment.

You tried to flare your haki yet again in angry desperation. And this time you were actually able to move one of your arms before you felt Doflamingo’s grip squeezing the back of your neck in retaliation. Hard enough to make you feel light headed as he was compressing the blood flow to your brain just as quickly.

“I don’t think she’s going to be too happy with this arrangement though.” You could hear the grin in his voice again as you struggled, your face still pressed so harshly into the papers across the desk.

“And I’d naively thought you’d actually enjoyed our last playdate by the end. But how fickle you are, you dirty bitch.” Doflamingo chided lowly as well. But there was an additional edge to those words. Was he daring to actually paint himself as the true victim here? He was acting as if you deserved every bit of this as he started undoing the drawstrings of his pants.

Your heart was pounding, ribs aching still from where he’d slammed you down as you then heard him spit into his own palm. 

You knew when his cock was free again too as you felt the long member bumping against your nude backside as he stroked himself, lubing the length with that spit as he finished hardening up.

But this wasn’t your only nightmare. As you even had this other, cast off little backbiter to worry about as well then as you could hear Disco’s belt dangerously near your face as he clumsily undid his pants as well.

Doflamingo was just laughing again though at your predicament. He wanted you to be afraid of what he’d allow his subordinate to do to you too didn’t he? He was more than enjoying this.

“I suppose we should give Disco something to look at besides just your pretty face though shouldn’t we, whore?” Doflamingo commented even on top of that. The warlord made you rear back with his parasite ability again, your body then standing up against him as your hands worked on their own against your will once more. 

He was making you strip for them.

You were taking off your marine coat first. Your weapon and it going to the floor even as you scowled and glared.

With your skirt and underwear already on the floor, this now left just your shirt and bra on. Which of course in another movement of Doflamingo’s fingers, you were then being forced to undo as well.

You could hear the resulting arousal in Doflamingo’s voice too as more of your skin was exposed to his view. That same tone from the warlord which had invaded your dreams for so many nights as you now stood fully nude before both men. Nothing but your boots on.

“What do you say, Disco?” Doflamingo asked, even making you turn a full circle, like a little marionette for them to ogle. “She has such a cute, wet little cunt. Breasts to match, hips to grab…pretty understandable why even admirals are getting in line to ride her…”

“She’d go for a good price, sir.” Disco breathed, sounding different too then as you realized even his smaller cock was also now out in the air while he stroked it with his thighs spread shamelessly in his office chair. 

You didn’t want to fucking see that though as you looked back to the ground in a mix of disgust and embarrassment.

“Well now…you know what else I really think, (Y/N)?” And there was Doflamingo actually saying your name again. But his voice couldn’t have possibly been more spiteful in this moment. “I’m starting to realize that you’d make a good throw away wife for even a Celestial Dragon.” 

His hands were back on your body then as he bent you forcefully over the desk again. But he was stroking your stomach actually as his hand moved down, his fully hard cock pressing against you now even though he didn’t enter you yet.

He was leaning down too, dark voice heavy as he threatened more with his ideas. “So how’d you like to be fucked raw every morning, noon, and night by a new master?“

He laughed again too at this, as if imagining it already with his hand still oddly on your lower abdomen. His fingers were pressing harder and harder into that skin.

It hurt badly, but what followed was an even different kind of unease as he kept on with this new game.

“They might even decide to breed you too before it was done. And would you like that, woman? You want a brat of your own right? Since you can’t even mind your own fucking business when it comes to someone else’s can you?”

Yes, it was specifically your womb that Doflamingo was now compressing. He knew exactly where it was as he tormented you, further mocking your previous empathy for that slave child.

You knew his goal was mostly to further dehumanize you here. But it seemed too personal all the same, too easy to rile him with this as you could hear the warlord almost reduced to those panting breaths again as he reached under you to squeeze your breasts next. He was chuckling some more as he pressed that soft flesh of your chest painfully between his calloused fingers. 

“…And if you and I did that, how swollen with milk would these get I wonder?” He still sneered as he thought of it, his hips bucking against you involuntarily then as you whined against the string gag still in your mouth. 

Yes, he was truly getting off on it all. A kink you never would have imagined in someone like him. Or maybe it did make more sense than it should. Here was a true narcissist who thought they had the right to cast and sew their seed wherever they wanted. To taint and claim another person’s body in each and every way.

But Doflamingo as a father though?

God help that poor child if they ever came to actually exist.

“Maybe we’ll just have to find out someday…” Was all he said next though, and as he did, he could finally wait no longer. He did force the head of his massive cock back into you. But with no foreplay this time, no extra care to help stretch you beforehand at all. He just slammed all the way up to your cervix in one harsh thrust.

And even with your mouth covered in those strings, your resulting scream was likely heard by every slave and guard in the backstage area beyond.

You were then trembling against your will, unable to fight anymore against that parasite entrapment. Your eyes began watering with the pain, your face pressed against the desk as you heard Disco moan in return. The auctioneer was thrusting hard into his own hand near your face, almost euphoric for the torture he was now witnessing.

You closed your eyes tightly, tears beginning to soak that paperwork below your face by then as you tried to dissociate from the room entirely. 

They could still have your lifeless shell if they wanted. But you weren’t going to react anymore save for the tears which you somehow couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t just the humiliation or the pain though. This was you hating yourself. Hating how many nights you’d actually thought of this man as if he wouldn’t just rape you again at first opportunity. 

But this is what he’d always been. This was what he always would be. You were delusional to have ever fantasized him as anything more.

Yet he still hadn’t moved since your scream. Even as you still waited for him to start ripping you apart, he didn’t thrust anymore at all.

And when you felt his fingertips across your tear stained face instead, you shivered slightly. An involuntary movement again as you still refused to open your eyes and even look at him.

“Disco….get the fuck out.” Doflamingo spoke so suddenly then. And his voice was absolutely deadly, even with his hard cock still tense against the edge of your wounded cervix.

And you heard Disco’s chair move almost simultaneously, a pathetic whimper from the auctioneer as it did. Even a man like that wasn’t stupid enough to ask questions in a moment like this.

Your breathing was so shallow by then though, body still, as you did hear the office door open and shut again.

For the first time, you felt cold too. No part of Doflamingo was touching you except for his cock inside and his hand that had been against your face.

But those fingers pulled away too now as the heaviest silence hung in the room once you were both alone.

“You make me fucking miserable.” Was the words that actually came out of his mouth next as your wet eyes opened slightly in the shock of that.

He was scowling. No smile at all as the red sunglasses stared down at the mess he’d made of you.

But you did make another involuntary cry of pain against your gag as he unceremoniously slid back out of you then. The pressure spiked briefly as the head of his cock had had to further stretch your already torn entrance one more time on the way out.

With another shift of his hand, the strings finally released your mouth as well. He moved away from the desk entirely then too, leaving you there as you could see him walk to the side of the room.

His pants were still open, cock fully hard as you realized there was an actual sheen of blood over his erection.

Your blood.

He’d completely torn your opening this time as well as bloodied your cervix with the force of the hit.

There was a beverage cart there against the wall. With a pitcher of ice water and other items for Disco. Hand towels were near the bottom of the cart, and you watched as Doflamingo used one to wipe his cock clean before taking another towel to pour some of the ice water over it.

You didn’t understand his intent at first as he now walked back over to you with the cold, wet towel.

“Come here,” He said. But his voice was practically emotionless then, foreign almost. He made you stand, but moved behind you to sit on the edge of the desk himself before he pulled your still naked body up into his lap.

With both of you then on the desk together, and your back against his abdomen, he reached that wet towel in front to start wiping you out between your legs.

It still stung badly of course as you shifted in discomfort. And you could see the initial bright red coming off into the wet towel. But when the thickest of the blood was wiped away, he then held the towel there to keep pressure over where you were still bleeding.

And the two of you stayed like that in silence for what had to be at least several minutes.

“I wanted you to fight back.” His voice finally came out above you again. You could feel his chest rising and falling almost gently now with his regular breathing. “But you just gave up instead.”

“I’m not superhuman.” You answered after another long moment. Not knowing what else to do.

You weren’t foolish enough to consider this conversation any actual sign of guilt or contrition from this man. But whatever he’d expected was clearly not what this had turned into. Hurting you hadn’t done for him what he thought it would at some level at least.

So he now tried just business again first. “If you want us to release that boy, then fine. I don’t give a shit anymore. Disco fucked that up from the beginning.”

But then the heavy silence was right back again. You weren’t answering him.

And he didn’t like it.

“Would you say something already?” He spoke then and you felt him pull you back a little tighter against him. 

For the briefest moment, you actually thought he was the one wanting to be comforted then. Which was the most insane thing you could possibly imagine after what he had just done to you.

“I am not sleeping with Aokiji.” The words just left your mouth when you could think of nothing else. Because that assumption had started everything hadn’t it? He’d had an outright tantrum, a warlord level tantrum because of that.

“But you want to.” And Doflamingo’s voice did bristle dangerously, not denying his sensitivity on this. “A woman doesn’t smile the way you did when you were talking to him when it’s anything less than that.”

You were staring at the opposite wall then. Too surprised to properly argue for that moment. Had he been that close as well earlier? And he was really going to judge you for something as involuntary as a simple smile?

But Aokiji was only concerned for your well being most likely. And frankly, who wouldn’t be if they gave even the slightest damn about you at all? You knew you’d been acting a lot differently around everyone after this had all started.

“He’s just worried about me. I don’t have many friends.” You spoke again. But still watching the wall carefully, not knowing at all how Doflamingo would react now.

And he was painfully quiet again. His hand only moved enough to check that towel against your slit, looking to see if you were still spotting into it. When it seemed that you weren’t, he let the towel drop to the floor, splaying his hand out possessively on your thigh instead.

“Then if that’s true, come with me. Take shore leave and stay in Sabaody a few nights. I have a house down the beach from here.” 

His voice was nearly gentle then, but the coil of temptation still darkened it. It wasn’t a kind sound at all.

“I’m on assignment with Vice Admiral Vergo in Tsuru’s absence.” You said reflexively, trying to mask your surprise at the abrupt invitation.

“Heh,” He breathed and you felt his hand wandering from your thigh up your naked torso now. “Then let me sweeten the pot. Stay three nights with me, and every slave under this roof today walks free.”

You immediately turned your head to look up at him in shock at that.

But he was already smiling down at you. “Oh, I’m serious. But it’s absolutely a one time offer. My reputation isn’t tied to this place yet. I haven’t even had them paint my jolly roger on anything here so far while we’ve cleaned house. I just bought it two months ago mainly for the location of course. Prime real estate nestled so close to both Mariejois and Marineford. But I can still spare today’s inventory for a better long term investment.”

He was massaging one of your breasts again now, making it clear that you were said investment that he was speaking of. But he couldn’t help himself either as you felt his cock twitch against your lower back. It was stiffening once more. “Think of how much credit you’d get for that too. The captain that actually set slaves free in Sabaody on some clever legal technicalities. And only in a single morning there. What a negotiator and little hero you’d be.”

“How do I know they wouldn’t just be recaptured later, for it all to be for show?” You did ask, but carefully so.

And he even liked that cynicism too. “Fair point. I suppose you’d have to get them escorted straight to Marineford to sort out later. Otherwise, yes. I’m only saying I’ll release them. What happens after isn’t in my terms.”

You still looked doubtful you were sure, but even a chance for these people was better than nothing. You may be a lot of things, but soulless wasn’t one of them. If you could save even a stranger from a lifetime of that kind of torture and servitude, of course you were going to try.

“I accept.” You said, though still feeling as if you’d been given no other choice.

And he actually encircled his arms around you at that. The pink feather coat easily encapsulating you in his warmth as his cock pressed firm into the small of your back.

“Perfect. I’m sure that little merbrat and the others will tell stories for generations to come of the beautiful marine that swooped in like an angel in their darkest hour.”

Doflamingo was mocking you already again of course, but he was in a much better mood now. A very stark contrast of how livid he’d been when first entering this room.

He was such an overly emotional person really, even on top of all his other faults. 

And though another deal to meet him again soon had already been struck, he wasn’t quite ready to let you go just yet either.

With his height difference and strength, it was always easy for him to move you. So he picked you up abruptly, though not roughly this time as he made you turn around on his thighs.

Now you were almost facing him, sideways in his lap as he sat on the desk edge still with his long legs spread open. Nestled in the warmth of his coat around you both as he took one of your hands and placed it on his hard shaft.

“Go on and jack me off then, angel, so we can get out of here.” He breathed again, making his still intimidating member move a little against your palm.

“You’ll cum everywhere,” You said bluntly though, trying to ignore the new nickname he may have just given you. As if you were anything even close to angelic.

“The mess is part of the fun.” He countered almost playfully. But did stretch his hand briefly out to snap another clean towel from that cart as a string brought the towel instantly up into his grip.

He balled it up and put it in your reach to do as you wished with it.

“Come on. You’re still on duty aren’t you? The clock is ticking.” He pressed, but more for his own impatience rather than any concern for your work status.

Yet you were still a bit overwhelmed. It was honestly the first time you had been free to touch him between his own legs. Having been restrained for most the time before.

But he clearly liked it as you did start to stroke him. He groaned quietly, that bit of precum already forming into a large droplet at his tip.

“You know this is what Disco wanted you to do to him. Either like this or with your mouth of course…” Doflamingo smirked cruelly, but twitching his swollen cock again in your hand all the same. “Harder.” He bid you to squeeze him in between the strokes.

But you immediately frowned at the mention of Disco. Fuck that cowardly man, and not at all literally.

But Doflamingo was starting to shift his hips even from his seated place still on the desk. Thrusting up into your hand as he responded. “Don’t make that face, woman. Threesomes can be a hell of a time with the right company. Trust me though, I’d never really waste you on the likes of him. No matter how pissed off I was. That was strictly a look, don’t touch arrangement. If he’d tried to put that pencil dick on you, I would have ripped his balls off myself.”

That disgusting mental image didn’t make you feel any better of course. But you still said nothing, letting the warlord run his mouth as he so liked to do whenever his energy was high.

“There’s actually someone else I think may appreciate you if I can get him to quit being such a stuck up twat anyway. I might have to work on that actually.” Doflamingo grinned more at this even as he started to try and lean down enough to get at your neck. 

You didn’t know at all who he might mean as his attention focused back to your throat soon enough though. His teeth nipped you just before he licked the skin there greedily.

But you did really pause as you felt his mouth close on that same wet skin immediately after to begin roughly sucking it.

“You can’t leave marks.” You jerked a little as his teeth pressed down again next. Too high on your neck to be easily covered later.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” He admonished you though. Quick to remind you that he answered to no one, even when slipping back into whatever state this was that your presence often put him in.

So he sucked your neck harder of course just to show you. 

You made a noise and he laughed against that already bruising skin. “Oh shut up. I’ll buy you some new shirts with a proper cut. I want to see you dressed up anyway for me. Diamonds and high heels while I fuck you raw in my castle, angel. That’s a goddamn promise.”

And you were almost too slow with the towel. You sensed it coming in the way his breath had hitched in that final taunting. But he’d still covered your hand in that thick white mess as he orgasmed. Which you did put the towel over both his cock and your hand before the remainder pulsed out while he shuddered.

“Mmm.” He did that almost purr like growl, quite satisfied in the aftermath as his hands ran up your bare back, almost massaging you then. “You’re pretty fun after all, woman.”

It was night and day with him. You didn’t know how to explain it. From disgusting violence to almost true affection like the swing of a pendulum. And all in the brief span of just being in this one room together.

“And you can go get your stupid sushi with popsicle dick as an additional reward if you’re so damn lonely. I know you still won’t fuck anyone else until this heals.” And as Doflamingo said that, his hand slipped back between your own legs to very gently rub just the outer lips of your still stinging cunt. It was almost an apologetic touch.

Almost.

“But from now on, I want to know about these things. You’d be surprised how long of a leash I’m willing to give to those that I trust. But that’s the thing…I don’t trust anyone who keeps secrets from me.”

And even as he warned you of this, he was leaning down to kiss you all over again. This time on the lips warmly as you did lean up into it.

Everything was still so very wrong though. You had a brain. You knew what abusive relationships were, and that real love never made demands or bargained for control. 

But you’d never had real love either, or even a blood family for that matter. Yet another hungry orphan from the North Blue was all you’d ever been. Right up until your thieving ways had gotten you a trip direct into the brig of Tsuru’s ship. It was then either enlist as a chore girl for her or enjoy prison on the mainland.

You’d heard a saying once too that children who had never been fed love on spoons were doomed to grow up licking it from knives instead.

Surely you didn’t remember the quote exactly now. But this man was your knife if ever you had seen one. And Tsuru was still the closest you’d ever had to the spoon, but was it enough to counteract him?

As his fingers twisted tightly into your hair with another deep kiss, it was hard to imagine anything else surpassing the intensity of emotions this demon still inspired in you.

You were falling after all. Maybe not exactly in the way Smoker had first said you would through ambition alone. But a burning path to self destruction could be the only end result all the same. 

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T⨂  BE 

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