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bas-writes · 6 months

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Kings Don't Fall in Love

Character: Donquixote Doflamingo Reader: female (should be trans inclusive but I haven't proof-read it from this pov, so proceed at own risk) CW: intimacy starved Doffy, non-descriptive mentions of sex, pressure put on scent, emotional isolation, Doffy's pov Word Count: 1.1k Synopsis: You leave a piece of clothing after a night spent together at Doflamingo's place. Something unexpected happens when he takes a closer look at it. A/N: I listen too much to Cigarettes After Sex and it shows... Anyway, a little gift to @opopnomi for which I hope she won't kill me LMAO Hope it made your day at least a little better :3

It's just your overnight t-shirt.

Doflamingo almost misses it among the clutter thrown all over his bedroom. It's just a single piece of clothing, but a little snip of fabric in comparison to his own stuff all around. You're so little next to him, from heads to toes, and especially your hands he likes to hold in his as he teases you for your embarrassment in face of the size difference. Everything about you is so little and endearing, and he can't help a little smirk at the thought of your eyes perked up at him.

They always look doe and pleading from this angle. And he loves it.

It's just your overnight t-shirt. A thing you wear only in the privacy of your room, not here, in the kingdom of lingerie, kink apparel, and all of his whims at the given moment. He got to know it only because you were wearing it when he dragged you out of your house and kidnapped you to his territory.

Doflamingo can't even remember now how you looked in it as all he cared about was to free you out of it, to feel your bare breasts in his hands. He picks it up, its weight barely palpable, and frowns, trying to recreate the image in his head, and failing. He doesn't cry over it, the thing is not sexy; it's just a t-shirt, stretched over your size, its colors worn-out, chosen to be cozy, not presentable. It's somewhat yours through and through and alien for his eyes. It suits you like your own skin and disturbs the image of yours in his mind. It's so out of place, time and imagination that he can't peel his eyes off it.

The king's attention can last only as much, though, and he's already putting it away—to send you back or throw it into trash, he's not decided yet—when an impulse strikes his curiosity. Doflamingo doesn't think much of it when he brings the t-shirt closer. It's just a whim, a spur of a second, who would have paid attention to reasoning behind something so meaningless?

When it touches his cheek, he nearly understands why you like to sleep in it. It's soft—and not only for a piece of clothing. The sensation is pleasant, almost having him craving for more, especially against the freshly shaved, irritated skin. It carries a weirdly nostalgic feel to that, like a warm hand cupping his face. He can't pinpoint what pulls him to do that, but he follows and nuzzles into the fabric, with hesitation at first, soon with eagerness that shocks him—but doesn't stop him regardless.

Your smell is…stronger.

Doflamingo knows every aspect of yours, all of the intimate nooks and crevices of your body. But this is different, far more private, feeling almost forbidden to be approached so…offhandedly. It's not just a faint trace of your scent nor the sharp aroma he trails straight from your skin. The t-shirt is soaked with you; it's still fresh enough to carry the aftertaste of a pleasant and flowery smell of washing detergent but also clearly worn for many nights already. It's the coziness of your tangled sheets, the rustle of a book you like to read before sleep, the simple touch of toothpaste and morning coffee, the whisper of dreams and hum of the alarm clock on your bed stand.

He's a brutal intruder, maybe for the first time ashamed of it—but chasing the sensation nevertheless, the stronger the bigger his guilt grows. Until this moment, Doflamingo has been sure you're in his possession, like a bird in a tight cage of his strings—and now each breath of your most sacred intimacy proves him what a fool he's been all this time. He holds a treasure he should never been trusted with, the image of you you kept to your solitude. You don't share such secrets with just anyone, oh Doflamingo is aware, so painfully aware. He's just your lover, just your king, just someone who can control your body and mind, but never your soul, wrapped tightly in this old t-shirt he so brutally gently presses to his face.

He wants more, he needs more, he fears more.

His eyes closing, Doflamingo takes one more, desperately deep breath, full of your smell and his loneliness. His arms should be filled with you—yet, they're empty. This shirt should be covering your breasts—yet, it's almost teared in his desperate clutch. Your voice should vibrate through his bedroom—and yet, there's only an echo of the sound he hasn't heard for decades. Your body should warm his side—yet he's shivering in the middle of his pathetic kingdom of four walls and ice-cold heart.

What's a king without the thing he craves the most, after all? Without the thing he will never claim as it's impossible to be claimed?

It scares him, that musky and heavy scent tangled in cotton threads. That lie detector, that sharp knife slicing his soul paper-thin, and heading towards the most vulnerable, the most protected core of his memories and emotions. Doflamingo takes the last, shaking whiff of it, and finally pulls away, his chest clenched tight and eyes dry and pricking. Your shirt is just a shirt again, just a piece of old, stretched fabric in his hands.

He almost throws it away, with fear and self-disgust.

It should be returned, it should be gone, but the longer he thinks about it, Doflamingo can't bring himself to move either way. Just the idea of handing it to a servant leaves a bad, bitter taste in his mouth, like sucking blood out of a cut on a parched lip. Walking to your house and disturbing your privacy even more fills him with anxiety he hasn't experienced before. And to call you here—

Your soul shouldn't be entrusted to a place of corporeality.

He would gladly just toss it out of his sight and mind—or to seal it in one of his hidden vaults, where neither of you wouldn't find it for a long, long time. At the same time, he doesn't want to, to hide and to heal. It burns his hand when he finally brings himself to pull the den den mushi out of the drawer and chooses your number he has, much to his surprise, learnt already by heart. It is almost physical, harder with each passing second, and he just keeps clenching his fingers tighter on it.

A few dreadful heartbeats later, the torturous, steady ring of awaiting call is interrupted by your voice. And Doflamingo can finally bleed his soul out into the speaker, "Y/N. Come. Yes, you left something at my place."

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 month

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Can I request doflamingo x male reader who has back pain? (Reader is a young adult)

Donquixote Doflamingo x Male reader

Headcanons

I live in denial that Doffy wouldn’t be a good romantic partner, lalala I cant hear canon at all, I’m covering my ears and burying my head in the sand.

I live for secretly soft Doffy.

Doflamingo is a cruel and sadistic individual, so no one questions or is surprised when you guys start dating, even with the big age difference. With Doffy being 41 and you being somewhere around the younger side of 25.

In public I can’t see Doffy showing any weakness, which by extension also means he doesn’t show you any affection, aside from maybe pulling you into his lap and teasing you in little mean ways.

Also Doffy being, well, Doffy, he would definitely notice your back pain before you ever told him. Maybe he notices it when he’s pulling you to sit in his lap and he sees you grimace, or when he’s got his large hand resting on your back and he feels how you subconsciously lean away from his palm.

He wouldn’t say anything, at least in public, and even for a while in private. Its only if it becomes chronic backpain or gets bad enough that it would pose a threat to your safety that I can see him saying anything.

Other than that, I could see him acting in small ways that would make it easier for you. Like picking out an outfit he just must see you in, and that outfit just happens to put less strain on your back, or be tight in the right areas to lessen the pain.

Or when he’s sitting and doing paperwork in his office, just the two of you. He regularly has you in his lap, its just part of the dynamic, so you don’t question it. But hed be absentmindedly rubbing your back, and maybe pressing his knuckles into the hurting area, or massaging it with his thumb.

You also find pain medication in your things, bet it in the grand bathroom you two share, or on the bedside table. Hes probably also snuck a bottle of pills into your pocket, just in case.

It also wouldn’t be strange to start finding things that could help with the back pain, like a hot water bottle, different oils or ointments, or even a book on ways to stretch and do yoga to lessen body pains tucked into your personal bookshelf.

You would immediately know it was Doffy doing it, and when you thank him for it or just smile at him, he would act like he has no idea what you are talking about. He does appreciate the extra kisses, when you guys are in private.

If your backpains are common or constant, I could also see him subtly massaging you more thoroughly. Like when you guys are cuddling and you are laying on top of him, Doffy would be rubbing and massaging up your spine and down your legs.

It doesn’t happen without him making little comments, that you know he doesn’t fully mean. Like him making some kind of jab about him being much older than you, but you are the one with back pain.

Doffy probably also finds some way to use his strings to help you out in some subtle ways, like him grabbing stuff for you so you wont strain your back further, or him wrapping strings around your torso to give you a squeeze and maybe help loosen the pain up a bit.

You always make sure to thank him obviously. Mainly because you can tell he gets a little bashful or flushed. Not that anybody else would be able to tell, since he always just looks like himself.

But you can tell from the way his wide grin softens just a smidge, or how his brow twitches. Your biggest achievement is still after completely showering him in kisses, after he found some way to make the backpain disappear for a while, where you get a very light flush to his cheeks, and he has to turn his head away to clear his throat.

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portgasdbru · 21 days

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❀ my one piece masterlist ❀

headcanons:

sleeping with them (pt 1). - ace, zoro, law

sleeping with them (pt 2). - sanji, sabo, luffy - coming soon

drabbles:

i. - law, zoro, ace, sabo

ultraviolence - series

donquixote doflamingo

sir crocodile

eustass kid

crazy girl - series

donquixote doflamingo

falling in love with him - series

roronoa zoro

sabo

portgas d. ace - coming soon

interlinked - series

sabo

usopp - coming soon

straw hat pirates group chat

ii.

iii.

iv.

white beard pirates group chat

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ztarvokwrites · 8 months

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doffy & croc - witnessing their s/o almost die

author's note; slowly getting back in my groove!! again posts will be slow so uhhh yeah! i missed writing these two tbh 🫶🏻 this has been briefly proof-read!

reader is nb (they/them)!

trigger warnings; death, you almost die whoops!, angry doffy, angry croc, very slight gore mention, angst, comfort??

word count; 1,597

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Donquixote Doflamingo - the former King of Dressrosa and feared former Warlord of the Sea. Nobody expected him to be beaten by Monkey D Luffy and Trafalgar Law, yet he was. You and a few others who hid from the Marines were lucky enough to escape, yet your heart hurt immensely once you saw your beloved Doflamingo be taken to custody by the Marines.

"Y/N, we have to go!" Called one of Doflamingo's family members. You looked back at them, worry written all over your face.

"But, Doffy-"

"Y/N, it's too late now... Come on, let's go!"

After you escaped, you wondered if your lover was still alive. It had been quite a few months now and you still had no clue. That was, until somebody placed a hand on your shoulder.

"My dear Y/N," Spoke the familiar voice. Your breath hitched. "Did you forget about me, hm?" You turned around in an instant and grinned, looking up at the man you've missed with all your heart.

"DOFFY! How did you escape Impel Down?!" You exclaimed as he picked you up effortlessly in his arms. Doflamingo just laughed, kissing you sweetly on your neck and drawing a soft hum from your lips.

"I can be very persuasive when I want to be, Y/N~" He cooed before finally kissing you on the lips, clearing your mind of any thought you might've had about his strange statement. It was calm after that day—the both of you effortlessly hiding and running away from Marines and beginning to build up another Donquixote Family Crew. However, most good things must come to an end...

The battle between the Marines and your crew raged on, you shot and slashed at any Marine that dared to stand in your path. Your head turned to look at Doflamingo for a moment, a smile on your face as you watched your beloved coldly slaughter each Marine that tried to attack him.

As you turned, however, a sharp pain entered your abdomen. You loudly gasped, eyes widening as you looked down - a sword plunged deep into your body and coming out the other end. You looked the Marine dead in the eyes as he took out his sword and slashed you again, the sharp blade piercing your skin and plunging deep into your stomach. The Marine slashed again and again and again until finally, he stopped, letting you splutter and cough out blood, your legs getting weaker and weaker by the second.

Doflamingo turned upon hearing you splutter and cough, his grin faltering as he watched the blood spurt out of your mouth and wounds before you fell to the ground, seemingly in slow motion. He watched with a straight face as you began to choke, your eyes struggling to stay open as you looked up at your lover. You didn't say a thing as your body twitched, wanting to move but being too weak to do so. Doflamingo's veins bulged out of his skin in silent anger as your body stopped moving, the light in your eyes dimming with each second that passed. He wouldn't let this slide - he couldn't. In a flash, he was in front of the Marine that killed you, slicing and dicing him without mercy until he was a vile, bloody mesh on the ground before him. More Marines began to attack him, but he stood his ground; mercilessly killing them all while standing by your unconscious body, seemingly protecting you from further harm.

"DOFFY! THE SHIP'S READY!" Yelled one of the crew members. Doflamingo ignored them, instead opting to kill every single Marine that was there until no more arrived. He softly panted, his rage still boiling inside of him as he scanned the area. Once he determined that no more Marines were there - or alive - he took your body into his arms and walked with you to the ship. Immediately, the ships' doctors ran over and placed you on a bed and began to treat you all the while Doflamingo is watching them like a hawk.

"...If they die," Doflamingo began, his eyes glaring daggers at the doctors in the room, a bulge of a vein in her forehead. "Then you're all dying with them. Don't you dare mess this up." Fear struck the hearts of everyone in the room as they swiftly complied to his demands, working effortlessly to stitch your wounds and save your life. You didn't wake up for a while after that—your body needed a lot of time to recover, after all. And, it was a miracle when you did.

Doflamingo stayed by your bedside the entire time; holding your hand and even eating next to you as you healed up. He hated seeing you in that medical bed—it reminded him of his mother when she was sick and the memory made his blood run cold with pure rage. But, when he saw your hand twitch, he snapped out of his thoughts and grabbed your smaller hand in his, the eyes behind his shades watching over you intensely. You didn't make a noise, nor did you move your body any more than a twitch, but Doflamingo took that as a first sign of you waking up.

It was like a switch, the way the man sat down beside where you laid, his larger hand clasped around yours as he silently pleaded for you to wake up. And when you did—oh boy, when you opened your eyes and looked around before your gaze landed on his—he was ecstatic beyond words. His large, somewhat uncomfortable grin that you adored had returned to his features, his hand tightening around yours as you uttered your first words in what felt like years;

"Doffy..."

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Ever since Crocodile escaped Impel Down, he made it his mission to find you again. After all, you were one of the few members of Baroque Works that he actually trusted, liked, and eventually dated. You were very dear to him, and he'd be damned if someone had stolen your heart away from him while he was away. But when he found you, walking in the rain with your umbrella and bag in hand, he froze, unsure of what to do. What could he do to make this less awkward? He could just walk up to you and say hello, but he feared that you didn't remember him—or you might be scared off. His closest associate, Daz Bones, took note of this sudden change in demeanour, and he was about to ask what was wrong until his own eyes landed on you. His gaze softened, a low sigh leaving his lips.

"It would be better to just go up to them and talk instead of gawking from afar." Says Daz, crossing his arms. Crocodile glowered at him, his brows furrowed as he growled at him to be quiet.

"...Croc...?" Your soft voice, filled with relief and shock, snapped him out of his intense glare and made him turn to you, his brows shooting up in awe. You remembered him, and you weren't scared. The taller man soon took you with him, where you—as well as himself and Daz Bones—took off. It was relatively peaceful...

Until it wasn't.

Outnumbered. Cornered. Separated. Afraid. The Marines had found the three of you and managed to separate you from the two men. Your Devil Fruit power was no match, but you fought anyway, hurling attack after attack at them until—

BANG!

SLICE!

One Marine had sliced your back from behind and the other shot your abdomen from the front, leaving you gasping for air and crumpling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. As the Marines were about to take you away, they were sliced into pieces. Daz had come to protect you, just as he was ordered too, but it was far too late—the state you were in left little to your survival rate, blood pouring out of your wounds as your eyes darted to the man in front of you. In silence, Daz picked you up and carried you over to Crocodile, who had made his way over after killing many other Marines. One look at you, and Crocodile was enraged.

Before the Marines could come any closer, he killed them—whether it was from strangulation, asphyxiation, or if he chopped them to pieces. They were all dead within seconds.

"Let's board our ship," Said the former Warlord, his stoic expression unreadable. "And get the hell outta here."

Hours pass, and a doctor's team have finished treating your wounds upon Crocodiles threat of murder and promise of a hefty amount of Berries. They leave the ship with the money they're given, and the two men set off with you in bed, peacefully unconscious for what the doctors predict could be a few days. Crocodile never left your side. Not even once. All his meals were brought to him as he sat at your bedside, making sure you didn't die and changing the bandages every so often.

It was well into the night when you eventually stirred awake, a soft groan leaving your lips and alerting him from his slumber. His golden eyes pierced through yours as your eyes met through the dim light of the lamp.

"...You're alive." He spoke, a hint of shock in his relieved tone of voice, his gaze softening as he leant forward and cupped your cheek with his hand. You placed your hand on his golden hook and weakly smiled.

"That I am..." You responded, your voice hoarse from being unconscious for so long. Crocodile missed your voice. He missed you.

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smokersbaby · 1 year

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Doflamingo’s low quality pics >>>

I’m dying.

#one piece #one piece doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo imagine #doflamingo icons #doffy #doffy one piece #donquixote pirates #doflamingo fanart #low qual pics #low quality

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fairyqueenfiction · 6 months

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Doflamingo's Birthday <3

Author's Notes: Just a litte imagine to say Happy Birthday to my favourite feathery villian <3

Despite his extravagant lifestyle, Doflamingo doesn't celebrate his birthday. He's too busy (and too proud to admit how old he is) for birthday celebrations. The Donquixote family have learned to not mention when the dreaded day comes. For Doflamingo, it's just another reminder of what he's lost. The last time he genuinely celebrated was with his old family... and his brother... But you, this sweet little thing who looks at Doffy like he hung the stars himself just for you. You refuse to see another birthday go by in painful silence. You know nothing flashy or lavish would make your darling smile, so you set up something more intimate... A picnic, late at night, under the stars of Dressrosa, on top of Flower Hill. It is quiet and peaceful there, the autumn night's breeze gently sways the long grass around this open patch where you have placed a blanket. Food and wine are prepared and waiting and beautiful classical music plays on a record player as you sit and wait for Doffy to join you.

To say he is surprised would be an understatement, but Doffy has always been good at hiding his true emotions. As he approaches you, his iconic smile plastered on his face, you look up at him with adoring eyes and your own sweet smile.

"My, my, little bird... so this is what you were up to all day?'

The rest of your evening is spent entertaining Doffy, feeding him and filling his glass both literally and metaphorically as he listens to you talk about how much you're enjoying your time in Dressrosa, how the family members seem to finally be relaxing around you and how grateful you are to have met him.

You wanted to make this a night to remember and as luck would have it, Doflamingo realised he wanted the same. As he looked down at you, laying all pretty in his lap as the sun began to rise for another busy day for the King of Dressrosa, you wished him a happy birthday and for the first time in many years, Doflamingo just said...

'Thank you'

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boa-h · 1 year

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If You Sing Them a Love Song

[Doflamingo, Katakuri, King]

*2nd update of the day, guys, i am on a roll

*requests are opened guys! stop being shy and give me something to write >:(

Doflamingo

🦩 Bruh are you for real

🦩 Smile, grin, smirk, snicker, but not a single word

🦩 Honestly he probably doesn’t even care

🦩 To him, it’s about whether or not you sing good, he doesn’t give a single flying flamingo about what it is that you sing

🦩 But perhaps you can hear him humming the song quietly to himself if you’re lucky enough

i swear there’s a mosquito in the young master’s room, it keeps buzzing around

Katakuri

🍩 Did you really take time off your day just to learn a love song to sing for him?

🍩 When i tell you this big man is in tears

🍩 Praises you a shit ton even if you’re not the best singer or accidentally messed up

🍩 Turns soft for the entire day

🍩 His siblings may catch the man smiling to himself like an idiot

big bro katakuri has officially gone crazy

King

♟ He doesn’t know if you’re serious or not since you always perform for him

♟ He doesn’t really want to get his hopes up but you keep looking into his eyes it’s not even funny

♟ After learning that this song is actually for him, he may act like he doesn’t care, but in reality his heart is bursting open with happiness

♟ Would ask you to sing it multiple times and in the future as well

♟ Does not want others to hear your beautiful voice, hell no

he keeps locking her and himself into that room and no one even knows what they’re doing in there, tf is his problem

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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It was a matter of time before Donquixote Doflamingo wanted to try all your… holes. You, as always, had been left trembling and full of his cum. However, Doffy isn’t still satisfied, and flashes of his words during earlier that night hits you. He whispered in your ear tonight was the night of him fucking you anally…

“Remember what I told you back there?” he asks, playing with a string of cum coming out of your used entrance. “I- I don’t know…” you mumble, scared but excited. He is way bigger than you, and it’s always been an extreme experience, but… anal? Would that hurt as much as you imagined it would?

He laughs, pulling from your hips so you turn around. “Come on, turn around. On all fours, ass up and chest against the mattress like a good girl” he orders, satisfied with how fast you obey.

You feel already pretty dilated from his last intrusion into your sex, but when it comes to your rear entrance things are a little different. The blonde plays with just the tip of his finger, up and down, making you shiver. And you tremble, both in anticipation and fear.

Doffy spreads some saliva mixed with your own juices up and down your entrance, he laughs at your squirming scared motions. “Why are you so scared? Mh? I won’t be able to fit if you get so tense… relax, hun” he whispers, then spanking you with his huge heavy hand.

“Ahh…” you flinch in pain, the stinging sensation on your glutes surely leaving the area hot. And so much those painful spanks distract you, that you haven’t notice when he slid his fingers inside you until they start moving. Even if Doflamingo isn’t exactly an attentive man, he knows exactly how to treat his precious “cum dump”

One, two and finally three are the number of fingers inside your back entrance. Slowly they move in and out, enough to make you feel a pressure that soon gets bearable and pleasant. “It feels good~” you purr, moving your own hips back and forth, showing your blonde lover you want more.

“Mhahaha, you want more? You like it already? Let’s see how you do with the tip of my dick inside you, shall we?” he scoffs, making you to reconsider your last words. And even if you wanted to, it was already pretty late for you. He kneels behind you, the heavy weight of his long legs making you sink into the mattress. The warm, wet, and hard tip of his huge sex already opening its way inside your dilated, yet tight, anus.

You can’t stop squirming as the pressure and slight pain mixes with an extreme pleasure you haven’t experienced until yet. It hurts, sure. But it’s also delightful, and few seconds after you already want more, deeper, and faster.

“Faster, daddy” you moan, trying to reach for his hand who presses the small of your back down, lifting your ass even higher. Your cheek is squeezed against the bed, and it’s difficult to breathe, but you don’t care. You are sure no air is enough for you when you are trembling from the pleasure.

Mr. Donquixote is having the time of his life, the way you clench around his dick is sending him to the holy land of heavens and the more you squeeze the more you milk his big shaft. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna fill your ass with my cum sooner than expected, little horny bitch” he says, spanking you once more and gripping you from your hair.

Doffy Pulls your head back, like the strings of a puppeteer, and as he does you can’t stop panting and moaning with your tongue out dripping with saliva.

“Come on bitch, touch yourself as I fuck you right in this tight ass” he screams, ordering you to play with your clit as he keeps fucking you. The sound of his lap hitting against your glutes mix with the symphony of your needy moans and his growls. Pure testosterone being released while his hips thrusts violently into you.

Your muscles begin spasming and your body turns all sweaty. Reaching climax, you are. He is, too. You try to tell him, as if he didn’t notice already, but you can’t. His hand is now around your neck, pressing and avoiding any airflow to get to your lungs. Lightheaded, weak and overstimulated, you burst.

“Ahh… look at how much you are dripping! Well, let’s fill that cute little ass of yours with my cum then! You look so good like a bitch in heat…ugh” he spits, while giving you the last blows before his orgasm takes over and floods your insides.

Warm… full… eyes closing… it was all too much for your body…

“Rest for some hours, sweet doll… we ain’t finish here” Doffy says, drinking straight from a bottle of red whine next to his bed as he watches you pass out asleep on his own bed.

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gnarlycrys · 10 months

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one thing and one thing only.

smash.

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bas-writes · 8 months

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Special Toy

Character: Doflamingo Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit n.sfw content, PWP, porn with feelings, one shot, master-servant relationship, reader has implied bigger breasts, vaginal sex Word Count: ~2.2k Synopsis: Continuation of this drabble. An especially rough nightmare forcefully drags a vulnerable moment out of Doffy. He's aching to hide his softness in his typical horny way. But feelings pouring out of open wound mess with his plan thoroughly. A/N: some little birds chirped it was @opopnomi birthday a few days ago. Birds chirped, Bas delivered. A long promised continuation of a drabble Momo especially loved. I usually don't write continuations of my one shots but...there are exceptions sometimes ;)

Your chest felt heavy.

You were torn between the urgent need to get rid of this pressing and the need to steal a few more hours of blessed rest. Your mind was drowsy after the night, but a certain memory was as vivid as if it had happened a moment ago. His nightmare. Nothing new and nothing unusual, he had been having them long before you had been allowed to sleep in his private chambers. But this one had been…different. He had been anxious about it, he had been scared. The sight of his eyes… His pale skin and piercing-blue gaze striking right into your soul, for the first time without the everlasting barrier of sunglasses—it was burnt into your brain, deeper than sleep and fatigue could reach.

Right. Doffy.

Fighting against the invisible sand under your eyelids, you pried your eyes open and looked straight at him, frozen in exactly the same position as he had been when you had caved to your dreams. He was asleep, sprawled on top of you, his head resting on the left side of your chest, over your heart. It fluttered at the sight, his vulnerability and peace such a rare sight for you, such a relief after the soul-clenching moment from barely a few hours ago.

You dreaded waking him up, but the urge to touch him was stronger. Carefully, your fingers lighter than feathers, you ran it through his hair, from the receding line towards the scalp and the back of his head, where his locks were thicker and softer. Doffy liked you playing with his hair, but such an opportunity was given to you rarely, only in the most exquisite of his good moods. It felt like a theft, to touch him so unceremoniously and without prior consent. A sacrilege, even, as he looked like a saint at that moment. For a man like him to look holy and innocent… The stolen seconds seemed only more precious the longer you were caressing him, watching him shift his weight a little, melting under your hand, turning his peaceful face towards you—

His eyes snapped open—and you almost let out a loud yelp.

“I wasn’t asleep,” he said as soon as you opened your mouth to apologize, his voice raspy against his words. “What time is it?”

From your position you couldn’t see the clock, but the curtains were open, and from the position on the sun you could tell it’d been a few hours since the dawn at least. Maybe nearing noon, even.

Doflamingo cursed at your answer and ran fingers through hair, pushing your hand out of the way when doing so. He lifted himself to his elbows, looked around scrunching, eyes sensitive from daylight and wandering aimlessly until they focused on the Den Den Mushi, cozy and napping on the bed stand. Silent, as far as you could recall; its loud cries would wake you up if they happened.

“Screw it,” Doffy decided and crushed back on top of you, pushing a silent groan out of you. Being twice as tall as you, and surely even more heavy, he didn’t make the role of his royal mattress an easy task for you.

You nod in agreement and reach behind yourself, in a probably futile attempt to ruffle and adjust pillows under your head.

“Why did you stop?” Doflamingo’s displeased grumble vibrates through your chest. You froze in place, then quickly put your hand where they were: one against his shoulder, the other playing with his hair.

You were rewarded with a thoughtful hum. He shifted in place, giving your fingers a better angle to work with. One of his arms sneaked under you, pulled you closer and utterly trapped you within his reach, “Are you busy?”

“No, my lord.” Since he had assigned you as his personal ‘assistant’ your duties consisted of serving him only. You had been given some freedom of choice whether you wanted to be around him or not, but in the end, you were entirely tied to his whims. If he wasn’t in the mood to let you go, you had to stay by his side, period.

The question, yet your answer, was completely meaningless.

“No one will be looking for you, if you won’t show up today at all” Doffy concluded, his lips curving into a smirk against your breasts. “But they surely will be for me. We better hurry.”

With his hand sneaking between your thighs and pulling your nightgown out of the way, the last crumbles of sleepiness succumbed, giving place to taut attention. The touch was ticklish, as for now, spilling goosebumps and first, simmering waves of warmth up your legs and over your hips. You figured he would want to cover his prior vulnerability, one way or another, and morning sex wasn’t an option you would be opposed to. Your body was a bit late, still rousing, lazy to respond to his attention: but you were ready the moment he started, familiar excitement building between your legs, soon to be begging for a release.

Doflamingo was taking his time—acting against his words again. He reached over your hips to squeeze the curve of your ass and pull you closer to him, but soon his attention was brought to your chest. Delicate lace, barely keeping your breasts cozy during the night, gave way to him; he pulled it down with his teeth, licked lips at the sight of your orbs pouring out the restraints. His sinful, enormous mouth was almost big enough to fit one whole; he didn’t lose time to toy with your nipple, just swallowed and sucked, arching your back and pushing your chest into his face. He hummed low, appreciating your reaction.

You mewled and tightened the grasp in his hair, in the first serious moment of pleasure forgetting yourself and pulling. He let go of your breast with a loud pop, his gaze flickering up and his hot breath grazing the trail of his saliva on your skin. On your way to apologize, you let go of him and lifted your head, soon frozen as your eyes, bare eyes met halfway.

The realization hit you with a wave of desire so huge you almost moaned just at the sight of the deep blue, piercing you with its intensity.

He was going to fuck you without his glasses on.

“What are you chirping for?” Doflamingo teased, nipping just above your wet nipple. “I barely touched you, you hungry thing.”

Your nightgown was all pulled to your waist. His hand trailed from your back between your legs again, long fingers brushing along your slit. You made a noise again; with him looking directly at you everything felt more vivid and strong, and so delicious you felt your thoughts and control slipping away from your command.

You had always been an obedient doll, a toy in his hands reacting to his slightest whims. But now? You truly belonged to him, from the core of your soul and mind, from the thinnest wires of your nerves sparking pleasure under his fingertips. Doflamingo opened you like a book, the favorite volume he’d learnt by heart, but craved to know, nevertheless. He traced your skin like words inked into the finest paper, followed the phrases of your moans and spasms, reached straight for the beloved parts.

Two fingers slid into you with such ease you felt embarrassment bubbling at the back of your head. He teased you about it, about your boiling wet cunt spread for him, but exact words flew past your ears. You just threw your head back and rested your legs wide against his side, ready for the moment he decided he prepared you enough for not breaking you too much.

“Fufu, my little girl is so eager here,” Doffy cooed into your ear, words sweet like honey and sharp like a knife. The hand wet with your juices pries your legs even further open, pressing your knee to the mattress as he slotted his hips closer. The cloth he had wrapped around his waist slipped down to his knees; his cock stood ready and throbbing, thick and veiny, and big enough to split you in half if only he lost control for an inch too much.

You opened your mouth to beg and plead for it, but he was already leaning closer, faster than you possibly could form thoughts—yet, put them into words.

“Don’t worry,” he hissed through clenched teeth, pleasure and impatience tearing him the same way as you were tormented. “You were good for me. So, I’ll be good for you. I always am. I am always good for my little, silly toy, am I not?”

You nod, squirming under the weight of his gaze and the pressure of his thick tip spreading you open.

“That’s right, that’s my good girl.” Doflamingo spilled praise as easily as he had been whispering vulgar dirt through the nights before. “Such a good toy, taking me so well…”

Wetter and looser with each word you finally fit him to the brim, the thick base of his cock stretching you near to your limit. With his hair and shoulders out of your reach, you clench hands on his forearms, nails digging red lines under bright, barely visible hair. With your eyes half-closed, you kept drowning in his blue, fighting desperately to not miss even an ounce of this rare sight.

Again, he didn’t make the task easy for you.

The first thrust pushed a deep moan out of your lungs—and he barely moved his hips, just a little friction and a little more depth. The strain in your thigh ached under his weight; he kept pushing and pressing until you melted like butter, limits in your hips faltering under his will.

Once you were wide open and stretched far inside, Doflamingo scooped both of your legs in the air, knees far to the sides until he met resistance. If he kept pushing, your body would succumb, you were sure of it, your mind too clouded with lust to assess your possibilities right. But instead, he bent your legs, hands hooked under them guiding them towards your chest.

“Breathe,” he warned and shifted his weight forwards, slamming you almost in half, buried into you achingly deep.

Breathe—but how? You had no idea. You had no idea your body could do that in the first place. You had no idea it could bring you pleasure, to be squeezed this way and smashed with his weight as he was pounding into you relentlessly. His moves were harsh, deep and merciless—but at the same time something between the two of you was different, affectionate, soft even. It was intimate, soaked with emotions, with his vulnerability still vibrating between the two of you.

Something had changed, something had broken in him that night—something had torn his eyes open and dragged his soul through them.

“No, don’t look away,” Doflamingo rasped as your eyelids started giving up under immense pleasure. “Don’t look— Fuck. Don’t close them. Look at me, Y/N.”

The sound of your name was like a magnet. Mustering the remaining crumbs of sanity, you fought against the odds and returned his gaze. Doflamingo was so close now, towering over your much smaller frame yet just a few mere inches away from you, the distance between you two, physically and emotionally, crumbled to dust.

“Look at me.” It sounded…like begging. Or so you would think, if you heard it from anyone else. Doffy wouldn’t beg. Doffy wouldn’t cry. Doffy wouldn’t let go of your legs to cup your face between his huge, warm and soft hands. Doffy wouldn’t—

The kiss stole the last ounce of breath you still had. The tension in your groin snapped, your toes curled and your back arched. With his long, nimble tongue so weirdly soft between your lips, you spasmed in his arms—and came, thrown from immense pleasure into numb darkness in a span of seconds.

The feeling of his lips against yours is the last thing you noticed before slipping from your high into oblivion.

Your chest felt heavy.

This time it was like drowning. And you were so lazy with your attempts to reach the surface, from the tips of your fingers to heels and toes tangled in comfortable darkness. You were somewhat in the air yet lying, held in tight embrace against fuzzy and drizzled with sweat chest. Your breath was still shallow and fast, your limbs too soggy to reach out and grab onto something. You had no choice but to let those arms cradle you and protect you from the cold, morning air pressing mercilessly into the bedroom.

Den Den Mushi was twaddling from its place on the bed stand, its tiny voice hoarse and taut. How long had it been ringing?

You found some power to peel face away from Doflamingo’s chest. You looked over your shoulder, over the mess of crumbled sheets and the remains of his late-night panic. Den Den Mushi looked at you almost pleadingly before a swift blow of threads knocked it down on the floor.

It rang one last time and fell silent somewhere under the bed.

“Screw it.” Doflamingo whispered, his voice breaking and barely audible. He squeezed you tighter, his arms shaking the stronger he was pulling you into himself.

By the time he finally let you go, the sun over Dressrosa had disappeared on the other side of the sky.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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Hmmmm 👁️🫦👁️ yandere Doflamingo X from male reader who develops stockholm syndrome (I'm it isn't scientific but it's helpful ;-;) and ends up slowly warming up to/falling in love with him?

Doffy can be sickly sweet, always holding reader close, lavishing them with praise and buying things for them, but when reader tried to escape or got -what Doflamingo thought- was too close to someone else, he gets kinda dark. Cue some kind of punishment followed by him acting all good cop and doting on reader.

Some fluff/smut peppered in if that's okay 😭

Hope this is alright and doesn't break any of the rules

Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo x male reader

Headcanons

Tw for darker stuff ig? I love Doffy, hes my little crazy muffin. Probably not the best Stockholm syndrome, mainly just the reader being dumb and easily manipulated.

i feel like my obsession with doffys tongue is visible in this... exposing myself.

Doflamingo is known for being a master manipulator, so once he turns his attention to you and wants you for himself, he will have you one way or another. Theres a big chance you won’t even realize what’s happening until its way too late, and you are completely caught in his web of strings.

You had just been the average dock worker, working for one of the many companies working under The Joker in the underworld, smuggling all kinds of stuff. It was never your job to question what you were shipping, and not asking questions meant you got to stay alive.

You just happened to be at the wrong place at the same time. You just happened to be dumb enough to not have a sense of self preservation. You just happened to not recognize the 10 ft tall blonde in a pink feathery coat and goofy sunglasses. And you just happened to look so… cute.

You didn’t really have any friends on this island. It wasn’t the place you got close to anybody, and you sure as hell never trusted anybody, as everyone here was some kind of criminal. You were one of the few who wasn’t a blood thirsty psycho. You just had been given a bad hand in life and a lot of bad luck.

When the tall blonde started appearing near the docks on the regular, you didn’t question it. Questions should never be placed, and even though you had no idea who he was, everyone else seemed to fear him. So, no matter how handsome he was, you tried to stay out of his way.

You were a clumsy fool. It had resulted in a lot of punishment and beatings, but to Doflamingo, you were just so adorable. Like watching a little lamb running around thinking they were safe from the pack of blood thirsty wolves always circling.

When gifts started appearing in your dorm, as you were so low ranked in the system that you didn’t even have enough money for your own place, you didn’t know what to do.

You had never owned expensive things, so you knew nothing about the quality of things you were given. You didn’t understand just how expensive the shirt you were given was, or that the bracelets that looked a little too much like shackles cost more than someone like you would ever see in their life.

The gifts kept coming, and somehow your roommates disappeared, leaving the room all for you. One day when returning from the docks, it had even been redecorated. You almost had a heart attack, thinking someone else had moved in. But when you asked your superior, they had just glanced around nervously and said it was for you and to not question it.

Through all of this, Doflamingo watched your every move. From the moment you got up in the morning till you went to bed, and sometimes even as you slept.

Being who he was, Doflamingo had nothing against sneaking into your room as you slept, just so he could watch you. Or if he was feeling starved enough, he would lean down and kiss you, sometimes letting that long monster of a tongue slide into your mouth for just a small taste.

Before you knew it you were pretty much Doflamingos property. In the beginning you didn’t wear any of the fancy clothes or jewelry, not wanting to dirty any of it. But from one day to the next, all your old clothes went away, leaving you with only the clothes so expensive the majority of the world could only dream about owning it.

You didn’t understand why most of it bore a specific shade of pink, or that the symbol sewn into most of the clothes in one way or another was a jolly roger. You, in your oblivious mind, just thought it was a brand or print.

Doflamingo couldn’t help but feel pleased as everyone stared at you with fear and dread, avoiding you every chance they got, as everyone but you seemed to know you were his, and his alone.

You were right where he wants you, and little by little, Doflamingo would insert himself into your life. At first, you’d see him in passing, but soon you would see him every shift and you two would talk.

You were so concentrated with working that you didn’t notice how he always seemed to stare at you, and if he hadn’t worn sunglasses, you might have seen how he so rarely blinked, as if wanting to eat you up.

At some point he just happens to “offer you a job”, giving you the job of a lifetime. Doflamingo could almost have writhed in pleasure when you agreed, smiling so brightly and looking so deliciously stupid, to him at least.

All the many mysterious gifts you were given were moved, and soon you worked right under Doflamingo. Maybe as his assistant or something like that, some job where you would be right by him every day. Of course, you weren’t actually do any work that mattered, he just gave you fluffy paperwork that would be thrown out, since there was nothing of importance on them.

From then on you gave you his presents in person, leering and grinning when you became flustered and stuttered before giving a shy thanks.

Everyone in the donquixote family knew you were off limits as they saw the possessive look Doflamingo always gave you, or how he would pull you into his lap and claim there weren’t any more seats, using his strings to whisk whatever chairs were around away.

Working for Doflamingo, you ended up growing, what should I say, used to the treatment. You had come to expect his praise and lingering touches, or the gifts hed rain down on you. So when he kissed you the first time, you weren’t too surprised.

Sure you still blushed up a storm, but it had all seemed to lead up to this. To you, who still had no idea of Doflamingos darker side, thought he may just have been shy and expressed his feelings for you through gifts.

When you guys started “officially” dating, he got worse, or better, depending on who asks. I’m putting officially in quotations, as to Doflamingo you had always been his.

Forget about any type of work you were doing before, you were always seated in his lap now, wearing the clothes he picked out for you, and being a good little lover for him.

Dating Doflamingo also meant you quickly got used to gagging, since he’s the type of guy that always tries to shove his tongue down your throat, and with Doflamingo having the tongue he does, he actually succeeds in doing so.

Hes sickeningly sweet to you, fawning over you and piling praise on you, his large hands wandering and making you see stars whenever you are even a little bit in the mood. Its because of this it takes you so very long to realize what kind of monster he is.

The reveal was never meant to happen, but you somehow ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you got to see Doflamingos true colors. Seeing him tear someone apart with his strings, that large grin on his face, made you feel sick.

After that you grew distant, and Doflamingo pouted and kissed your face all over, trying to get him to tell you what was wrong. But you never told him, just shrinking away from him, as the seriousness of the situation finally seemed to dawn on you.

Even to you, who wasn’t the smartest person around by far, it all seemed to click into place. From your job, to your clothes, to how everyone seemed to avoid you, isolating you to under interact with Doflamingo.

You needed to get you, that’s what you became sure of. Its only because Doflamingo never thought you’d actually try to leave that you got the upper hand. In the end you didn’t even get off the island, but you were smart enough to get out of his base and to the docks where you had worked before.

But as you were about to board a ship to get outta there, strings seemed to cage in the entire island, like a birdcage. Doflamingo had realized you were gone, and he was pissed.

Before you knew it, conquerors haki covered the entire island, knocking you out almost immediately, but not before you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your feet, the reality of Doflamingos strength finally hitting you.

When you wake up again, you find yourself in Doflamingos bedroom, golden shackles similar to the bracelets you were given keeping you locked to the bed.

It takes you a moment to notice him, but when you do you almost throw up from the fear it causes. There in the corner sits Doflamingo, but for the first time since you’ve met him, he looks angry. No, he doesn’t look angry, he looks enraged.

He doesn’t even demand an answer from you as to why you tried to run. He just gets to his feet and approaches you, and for the first time his 10 feet of height scares you. But then he doesn’t something unexpected. He cradles your face in his hands and coos at you, treating you as if you were some kind of child or animal that had broken the rules, not because you wanted too, but because you were so very dumb you didn’t realize you broke them.

All these months of being with Doflamingo from morning till dawn as caused you to love him, its no secret. Its just a reaction of the human psyche, so part of you had been scared of disappointing him. It also makes your insides flutter at his cooing, even as he calls you a brainless stupid idiot who can’t think for themselves.

All his cooing and sugar sweet but cruel words makes you cry, making Doflamingo smirk when you sob into his chest, apologizing for running away. When you agree with him that you are stupid and can’t make decisions on your own, he knows he’s won. Well, he’s known he’s had you for months, but seeing you admit it is euphoric.

Doflamingo ends up holding you in his arms and cooing at you, pouting and sounding of so sweet as you cry, telling you he forgives you. But there must be consequences, and you have to be punished.

You’ve never been punished by Doflamingo before, so you have no idea what to expect. Knowing the kind of role Doflamingo wants to play, the punishment is probably something along the lines of overstimulation until you pass out, and when you wake up, he will do it again and again, repeating the process until he feels you’ve paid for your sins.

When hes strung you of everything you’ve got and you cant even think straight, he would pick you up and kiss you all over, praising you in that sickeningly sweet honey voice of his, carrying you to his personal bathroom.

Here he would get both of you into his large bathtub, where he would scrub your limp and hickey covered body dry as you whine and whimper, almost melting against his chest as his large hands massage all your sore muscles.

As you bathe, you most likely end up with him fucking your thighs, Doflamingo cooing in your ear that he will have mercy on your cute little holes for now, since they’re still so sensitive from your punishments. But next time he won’t be as lenient.

As he slides his shaft between your thighs, Doflamingo would slide his tongue down your throat again, smirking to himself as you jolt and twitch, still arching into his touch even as your body ached and burned from all the overstimulation.

After he finishes, he would praise you more before getting out of the bath, where he would dry you off in the softest of towels, before Doflamingo would tuck you both into bed. You would pass out immediately again, slumping against his chest as Doflamingo laughs, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

He loves you, as much as someone like Doflamingo could love. And because he loves you, he owns you. That’s his logic at least. This also means you will never be allowed to leave, and no one will ever be allowed to take you away. And he will do everything in his power to make it a reality.

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portgasdbru · 18 days

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crazy girl - donquixote doflamingo

tw: toxic relationship, manipulation, mentions of killing

a/n: crazy girl y/n would slap ultraviolence y/n in the face

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lehguru · 1 year

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PARTY TIME + DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO

how i think doffy would behave during a party with you!!

warnings: part of "fluff" month (prolly one of the only fics that stray from being fluff but we shall ignore it), you can read it like a modern au, SUGGESTIVE!! not nsfw but definitely very suggestive, alcohol use, lap sitting, just... doflamingo; not proofread + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

doflamingo would never pass up the opportunity to go to a party. of course, he prefers it to be at his house, he loves to be the host and be praised for throwing the best parties ever; but if you invite him, he wouldn't turn it down – unless he is really busy.

he doesn't look like the type to be on the dance floor since the moment he walks in. at first, he prefers to sit in a corner, a bottle of wine or whiskey on his hands, drinking and scanning the crowd behind his red colored glasses. it doesn't matter if you want to start dancing right away, he will pull you to sit on his lap, one of his hands tightly gripping your hips – if you just go ahead and simply sit on his lap on your own, perfect! he will smirk and pull you closer.

he only lets you dance with him. doflamingo doesn't want a random person to be rubbing against you when you came to the party with him. it doesn't matter if you're tall or short, doflamingo will loom over you anyway; he would bend over just enough so his breath could tickle your ear and goosebumps arise with his chuckle.

doflamingo would adore to press you against a wall and make out with you, making sure to not hide what you two are doing. if you're uncomfortable with that, the maximum he would do is just pull you to a bathroom or any random room, not even bothering to lock the door. if he's already mildly – or fully – drunk, his kiss would be messy and rough. if you tug at his blonde locks, he would pull away and smirk wide, licking his lips.

his objective in all parties is to have you head over heels for him by the end of the night. no matter what, he wants you to beg him to kiss you more and he wants you needing him so much you become whiny. he's a extreme teaser and doffy will do anything to make you cling to his side al the time.

if you don't end up going home with him, he would purposefully give you something to wear – maybe not his coat, but definitely his shirt or even his glasses, he have a extra pair anyway –, just so he could walk in your house the next morning to "get back what you stole"; you know damn well he just wanted to be a bother and make himself comfortable on your bed.

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laxuscouldnever · 2 years

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Doflamingo Donquixote x Reader

*18+ Content Warning

The hands running up and down his sides did nothing but encourage his movements. His hands were set on the man's chest in front of him. His body moving up and down, chasing his orgasm.

"D-Doffy..." Y/N moaned as he rode the man. He could feel Doflamingo's tip against his prostate. His body shuddered each time he lifted his hips and went back down.

"You're getting tighter," Doflamingo taunted. He gripped Y/N's thighs, causing the other man to moan.

"I-I'm close," Y/N moaned. Doflamingo sat up, pulling Y/N to his chest. He made Y/N stop moving.

"You wanna move?" Y/N whined. "I could just cum and leave you like this," Doflamingo said, his breath causing Y/N to shudder.

"P-Please, Doffy. I-I wanna cum," Y/N gasped. Doflamingo laughed and flipped them, pinning Y/N against the bed.

Doflamingo gave a small thrust, Y/N moaning under him. Doflamingo let one of his hands move to Y/N's hard cock. "Do you want me to touch you?" Doflamingo asked, a slight teasing tone in his voice.

Y/N couldn't get his voice to work. He was so desperate for that release. He thrusted into Doflamingo's hand, trying to find any type of pleasure.

Doflamingo let the other man continue his thrusting. He liked watching Y/N's face as he tried to get himself to cum. The look of pure lust and desperation always got him going.

"Are you that desperate? Why don't you use your words?" Doflamingo pulled his hand away and listened to his lover whine.

"D-Doffy...please..."

"Please what? What would you like me to do?" Doflamingo thrusted ever so slightly, just missing that sweet spot.

"F-Fuck me...please..." Y/N said. Doflamingo smirked at the man.

"As you wish." Doflamingo started slowly, but then sped up his thrusts, pounding into Y/N.

The sounds of Y/N's moans, Doflamingo's grunts, and skin against skin filled the room. Neither of them cared if anyone else could hear them, they were both too caught up in each other.

Doflamingo reached his hand down and starting giving Y/N a handjob as he abused the man's hole.

"I-I'm gonna cum, Doffy," Y/N moaned. Doflamingo leaned down and placed open mouth kisses against Y/N's chest. He was close too, but wanted the feeling of Y/N's hole tightening around him to make him cum.

"Cum for me, then," he said. He thrusted even harder into Y/N until the man's back arched and he came all over his and Doflamingo's chests. A loud moan escaped his lips and his body shuddered from the orgasm. After he calmed down, Y/N's body relaxed.

Doflamingo thrusted one last time before shooting his load into Y/N's hole, the man underneath him letting out a sigh at being filled.

Once Doflamingo was sure his orgasm was finished, he pulled out and laid down next to Y/N, who was trying to catch his breath.

The sounds of post-sex pants filled the silence. Y/N reached his hand over and slipped it into Doflamingo's much larger one.

"That was really good. Probably the best in a while." Doflamingo looked over at the other man. He would never admit it to anyone, but Y/N looked his best right after he had been thoroughly fucked. Just the thought of the fact that he was the only one who got to see Y/N like this made Doflamingo ecstatic.

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep." Y/N was trying his best to keep his eyes open, but it was becoming harder with every second passing.

"Clean up first," Doflamingo said, sitting up. Y/N sighed and reached his hand out. Doflamingo rolled his eyes and helped the man out of bed.

As Y/N walked toward the bathroom connected to the bedroom, he already had a slight limp from the rough sex. Doflamingo smirked at it.

He was the only one who could do that to him.

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