[Corazon AU] The Dressrosa representatives getting ready to depart for the Reverie ٩(^ᴗ^`)۶

A gift work for @eloha as a personal little ‘thank you’ for all the good reads, and for going above and beyond on my fic commission! ;w;

The head and the right hand of the Donquixote family

My first reaction to young Floof Floof (Doflamingo):

He looks like the gay dad who k!//ed his husband for eating his chicken nuggets.

Someone tell me im wrong a dare you.

22/31 and 23/31

For some reason this is one of my favorite chapter covers

Scrimblo

Doflamingo, from One Piece

Requested by YohohoBao on Twitter, for the 6 fanarts thingy.

I had a request to draw Doflamingo and it was reeeeally challenging ‘cause I’m so in love with that beautiful bastard.

There’re lots of arts though with typical Doflamingo grinning in his feather coat and I wanted it to be something else.

Doflamingo’s ruling as a king of Dressrosa and his self-confidence as a tenrubito breaks apart by strawhats. He sees himself as an external winner, as the greatest and the strongest, but in reality he is bitten down, sailing away from his kingdom to the prison for forever. He is no longer the first one and strongest.

I wanted to show the Doflamingo, whose self-confidence is so high, even all of that being true he still sees himself as a king, and the strongest, and the greatest. Because that’s what I love in him. He has the will strong enough to contend the reality and find the way to win.

After many years of hard work, the Marine had finally given you the title of Vice Admiral. Your life seemed perfect, but it all changed, when you learned of your limited lifespan. Battling against an incurable disease, which not even Dr. Vegapunk could defeat, you resign from the Marine and decide to live out your last few months in peace on your home island. One of the Schichibukias however, has other plans for you.

Chapter 2 - Visit

‘’It’s very simple, really.’’ One calm voice spoke, barely heard through the panicked yelling filling the room. ‘’I want to know why they resigned. All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll be on my way.’’ He continued with a wide grin stretched across his face.

‘’We’ve already told you, it’s classified information, Doflamingo!’’ One of the marine officers yelled in panic, his body moving without his permission, the gun is his hands now pointed at his colleague, who too had been forced into a battle-ready position against his will, his hands trembling around the sword.

‘’Fufufufu, classified? For who? As far as I know, I’m one the Marine’s side, and as such, I deserve to know what’s going on, don’t you agree?’’ His fingers moved, forcing the officer to place his finger on the trigger of the gun.

‘’What is going on here?’’ Came a strong voice. Vice admiral Tsuru stood in the doorway, taking in the chaotic scene before her, the officers crying out for her, ‘’Vice Admiral Tsuru! Make him stop, please!’’

She glanced at the grinning man, shaking her head while letting out a tired sigh. ‘’Won’t you be a good kid and let the officers go? I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.’’

As soon as the invisible bonds had disappeared, the officers scampered out the door, yelling their thanks to Tsuru on the way. The tall schichibukai had sat down on the top of the table in the middle of the room, fiddling with a newspaper that Tsuru had left there herself earlier this morning. It was the reason why she had come back to this room in the first place. Stumbling upon a schichibukai in marine headquarters, when there had been no call for a meeting, was totally unprecedented. Nevertheless, she had a hunch as to why he was here, one that involved the front page of said newspaper.

‘’That former subordinate of yours,’’ the pink-clad man started, ‘’They’ve come a long way, haven’t they? After several years of hard work they’ve finally had their efforts acknowledged.’’ His index finger was tapping against the picture of your face, as he looked down on it. ‘’But then,’’ he abruptly turned to face the older woman, ‘’They suddenly resign, with no explanation provided as to why. Now, we both know that this particular person would never just resign, especially after this well-deserved promotion, so I figured there was some other reason. Am I wrong?’’

Had she been younger and less experienced, she would easily have bowed under the threatening undertones of his question, but Tsuru had known this man for a long time now, having spent much of her career chasing him, before he joined forces with the Marine. Where others saw a dominant and powerful pirate, she saw a spoiled kid, who was too used to getting what he wanted. As long as she provided him with something satisfactory, he would leave without making a big fuss.

‘’(Y/n). Yes, they did not resign because they wanted to.’’ She turned to close the door behind her, making sure it was locked, before she continued. She was not supposed to tell anyone, therefore she had to make sure that no one heard her do it. ‘’It was decided that the reason for their resignation would be kept secret, in order to ensure their safety. The thing is, it was recently discovered that they suffer from a deadly disease, which we have no cure for. Dr. Vegapunk was asked to look at it, but even he couldn’t do anything. A high-ranking marine officer with a disease, which weakens them, would surely attract a lot of attention from former enemies or other rowdy pirates.’’ She strolled to the open window, her back turned to the silent schichibukai. ‘’They’ve returned to their home, to live in peace for the last few months they have left.’’

‘’Months…?’’ she heard a mutter, before something blew by her, and out of the open window.

Looking out the window, she could see the large figure of Doflamingo disappearing into the sky. Most would consider it an unwise move to let him go to them in their vulnerable state, she thought, as she watched the figure become smaller and smaller, as Doflamingo flew through the sky, off to see a certain someone. But she had figured it all out a long time ago.

They would be alright.

-

It had been a long time, since you last had spent this long at home. The life of a marine officer was busy, and it only got worse once you began ascending the ranks. Paperwork, rough days on the sea and pirates often kept you up, and your first night on the island was one of the best nights you had had in a long while, with nothing to disturb your sleep.

The first morning however, was… weird. You almost felt bad, letting yourself stay in bed for 20 minutes longer than you had planned. Punctuality was expected in the Marine, and after being a marine officer for several years, you had developed an internal clock, which prevented you from sleeping past the sunrise. When the feeling of discomfort became too strong, you hung your blanket on your shoulders, and trudged through your house, out the back door, to the side of the cliff your small house rested upon. The sky was a mix of blue, orange and red, the colors reflecting in the grand ocean that stretched before you, as calm winds blew over the sea to the island. The longing for the sea was already creeping up on you, but it would have to wait. Every second spent worrying, was a second wasted, and you didn’t have much time to waste. Today, you would re-insert yourself into the daily life of the island, with the help of your friendly neighbors. Osla, an old woman, whom you had known since childhood, was the first and only person outside of the marine to know about your condition. Her weary old eyes had been filled with such a sorrow, when you had told her the truth, and it felt weird that you didn’t share the emotion. It seemed as if your brain hadn’t really understood the situation, rendering you in an emotionless state, like a calm ocean with the smallest waves of unease making themselves present every once in a while, before disappearing again, leaving no trace behind.

When you had finally pulled yourself together, and gotten out the front door, it only took a few minutes to reach Osla’s house. Osla was already outside, tending to her garden, her short curly gray hair flowing freely in the wind, her shaky yet strong hands pulling weeds from the ground. Steeling your nerves, you made your way over to her, your fingers trying to smoothen down your civilian clothes, feeling out of place without your marine uniform.

‘’Ready to spend time with your old neighbor, dearie?’’ Osla wiped her hands in the front of her dirty dress, as her brown wrinkly face showed a kind smile. ‘’It’s certainly been a long time since I’ve seen you in person. You’ve been so busy with your career that you’ve never had time to visit us at all. If it hadn’t been for Lucas and Mia, termites would probably have devoured your house long ago.’’ She let out a groan, as she stretched her back, her joints cracking in protest.

‘’Yeah, I’ve been… busy. I got so caught up that I didn’t even think about visiting, to be honest.’’ You admitted embarrassed. To be really honest, you actually had thought about it, but had decided not to. In all your time away from your home island, you had never missed it.

‘’Well, you’re here now, and that’s what matters. I’ve already made a plan for the day, so just let me change my dress and we’ll be ready to go. Oh, I’ve got so much to tell you, you’ll barely have any time to tell me anything about your job.’’

And she did. She never once stopped talking, while you were taking your tour around the island, greeting old acquaintances and seeing what had changed in the years you had been gone. Everyone you met wanted to hear about your life with the marine, especially the kids.

‘’I wanna be a marine captain too when I grow up!’’ One kid had yelled excitedly.

‘’No way, I’ll get (y/n) to train me, and then I’LL become a marine captain!’’ Another yelled in protest.

‘’Huh!? Fight me, then we’ll see who’s most fit for the title!’’ And before you knew it, you were watching two kids brawl on the ground, as Osla and their parents struggled to tear them apart. When they had gotten the kids separated, and made you convince the kids to spend their energy on training instead of useless fighting, Osla and you could finally make it your way up the hills. Considering her age, Osla handled the walk up the steep hills rather well. But still, you offered her your arm just to be courteous. She accepted it happily.

‘’Oh, (y/n), you always were such a helpful child. We always knew you were going to become a model adult for the rest of us to look up to. Your parents had high hopes for you, and I’m glad that I can announce that you’ve met them with no problem… but it’s still a shame the job takes so much of your time. You didn’t even have time to come home and say goodbye to your parents one last time.’’ She finished mournfully, her eyes cast down.

It had been a while since your parents died. They were old, and everyone knew it was coming sooner or later, but when they fell sick, you were too busy chasing a notorious pirate making trouble on the seas, to come home and see them. While you were clashing swords with the criminal, your parents slipped away from this world, leaving you with no family. But at that point, you hadn’t seen them for several years already, and losing them changed nothing in your life. Coming to terms with your own indifference had been hard back then, but those feelings had long since faded.

‘’(Y/N)! OSLA!’’

Coming up behind you was one of the islanders, his long hair ruffled and his cheeks red, as he heaved for air. ‘’The-there’s a schichibukai on the island! He just landed in the middle of the town!’’

A schichibukai? What in the world was one doing here? Schichibukais may be allied with the Marine, but most of them didn’t care about the Government or the laws, so it could only mean trouble for your island. Osla and the man were left behind, as you took off running towards the town, hoping that the unknown pirate hadn’t caused too much trouble.

Before you had even reached the town, you could see the massive crowd that had gathered at the center, forming a circle around someone you couldn’t see. When you got closer, people turned to you, and their frightened faces shifted to show their relief.

‘’(Y/n) is here!’’

‘’(Y/n)! Get that pirate off our island!’’

‘’Get his ass!’’

‘’Kerlton, don’t say such things!’’

‘’Sorry mom.’’

The crowd parted for you, creating a path directly to the center of the circle. And sure enough, there stood a schichibukai. One you recognized rather well.

‘’Doflamingo.’’

Cue his trademarked chuckle resonating through the plaza.

‘’Yo, vice admiral. It’s been while, hasn’t it?’’ He spoke, with the usual suffocating grin on his face.

‘’Not long enough. I could have gone a few more months without seeing you.’’ You replied deadpan, as you made your way to the center, feeling all the villager’s eyes locked on you.

He chuckled once again, ‘’A few months, huh? Do you really have that much time?’’

Your faltered. But you couldn’t. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and there was no room for failure. Picking up the pace, you soon stood in front of the schichibukai, staring up into the red lenses of his sunglasses.

‘’What do you want, Donquixote?’’ You glared at him. Out of all the schichibukais, Doflamingo was definitely one you had to watch out for. In all your years under Tsusuru’s command, you had engaged in many crashes with Doflamingo’s crew, before he allied himself with the Marine, so you knew just how unpredictable he could be.

‘’All you people,’’ He rose up, looking out over the crowd that had gathered in the town square, forming a circle of curious bystanders, ‘’You can scram.’’ He growled.

And they did within seconds. Just a few moments later, the town square was completely empty, except for you and the Schichibukai looming over you.

‘’Why are you here?’’ You asked again.

‘’Well,’’ He started off, taking his sweet time looking at you, before he continued, ‘’I heard a secret.’’ He stated, explaining nothing else.

Taking the bait, you asked, ‘’What secret?’’

‘’C’mon now, we both already know what I’m talking about.’’

You gulped, ‘’And what does that have to do with your sudden visit to my humble island?’’

His grin got bigger, if that was even possible, ‘’I thought, since you have so little time left, that for old times sake, I would give you the generous offer of letting you spend your last few months in Dressrosa.

‘’I’ve already resigned from the Marine. Holding me hostage will give you nothing. The Marine doesn’t care about me anymore.’’ You said, not for one second believing there to be anything ‘goodness’ in his offer.

‘’You know all this, and you still won’t trust me?’’ He held out his hand to you, ‘’If having you with me gives me no advantage whatsoever, then why would it hurt to go with me?’’

You hesitated, ‘’Why should I leave? This is my home, this is where I grew up. I see no more fitting place for me to spend my time.’’

‘’But are you honestly going to miss it?’’ His hand was still out, waiting patiently for you to accept.

You stared at his hand. This was a bad idea, you knew that.

But as you looked at your hand slowly moving towards his, you thought to yourself. You had approximately six months left of your life - maybe even less – so it’s not like any stupid decisions were going to matter much.

As your hand touched his, his hand quickly closed around yours, and before you knew it, you found yourself pulled up through the air, a strangled squeak coming from your throat, as you landed on his back. Your hand gripped onto the pink feathers of his coat, as your other grabbed ahold of his shoulder.

‘’Wai- Wait, wait, what are you doing!?’’ You yelled, as he bent his back to put his hand on the ground.

‘’What am I doing?’’ he laughed, and turned to look at you hanging onto his back, ‘’I’m taking you with me home.’’

With a powerful jump, he flew into the air, as you screamed and held onto his coat with all your might.

‘’Just as you agreed to.’’

[doflamingo donquixote x fem! reader]

summary: courtesy of your colleagues who neglected the task of tidying up the palace library, you ended up taking on more than expected.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, non-consensual oral, spitting, deepthroating, height difference

word count: 2,192

author’s note: huge thank you to @absolute-flaming-trash​ for fueling this madness and being an amazing beta ♡

When the Donquixote family took over Dressrosa, you had two options: live and keep your job as a maid in the palace, or refuse and die. You chose the former. Honestly, not much had changed in your daily routine aside from the people you were catering to. They needed to be fed, their linen were to be cleaned then folded and the palace must be kept tidy. 

Your coworkers didn’t adapt as easily as you. Two were slain in a fit of rage by the hands of a Donquixote family member over minor mistakes and the rest struggled with daily tasks due to anxiety and fear, which ultimately caused neglect towards important tasks. Tasks such as neatening the library of the palace, a duty that Trebol initially appointed with urgency.

A day after, when you realized your colleagues hadn’t gotten around to cleaning out the library yet, you headed to tackle the job yourself with various cleaning tools in hand. You were lucky Trebol hadn’t killed you and your workmates for not even starting the job yet and you certainly didn’t want to risk your life over it.

Bypassing the entrance of the main quarters where the Donquixote family always had their daily meetings, you continued walking down the left side of the hallway which lead you to the library door. The scent of old books already lingered in the air as your hand reached for the knob, turning it gently and stepping inside room. You leaned against the door with your eyes shut, mentally preparing yourself for the extra work when a voice cut you off.

“You’re late. This place was ordered to be cleaned yesterday.”

Your eyes shot open when you recognized the voice of Doflamingo, who sat in a chair on the far side of the room, nearest a window with the shades drawn just enough to provide light for him to read without straining his eyes in the dimmed lit room. On a table beside him, there was a bottle of wine along with an unfinished glass. Quite the relaxing set up. 

Gesturing to a ladder on the opposite side of the room far away from him, you stammered, “Sorry, I’ll get to work over here.“ 

Doflamingo lifted his head from the book he was reading and looked in your direction, letting out a low hum to himself before demanding, “No, dust those off first.” He motioned toward the area in front of his direct view. 

You bit your lip nervously as you hurried towards the bookshelf, cleaning tools rattling against the tin bucket so loudly it rung in your ears. Upon closer examination you realized that all of the books were dusty, albeit in pristine condition. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved. It felt like they were burning a hole in your back, and it made you shudder in fear. All common sense was out the window, you tried to ease the tension you felt by turning on your heels to ask, “Is there any in particular you’d like to read first?”

Doflamingo uncrossed his legs, scanning the shelves as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. A low chuckle erupted from his throat, “Fetch the ladder. Top shelf,” he ordered confidently.

Metal scraped against the polished wooden floor as you struggled to lug the ladder across the room, the annoying noise only coming to a stop after you positioned it where you thought it should be. ‘Top shelf is so vague’, you thought to yourself, already dreading the idea of having to ask Doflamingo to elaborate exactly which books he wanted on the top shelf which spanned across the circumference of the entire room. Without question, the man would probably correct you if you chose wrong so you decided not to inquire.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as you climbed up the ladder with a duster in hand. The ladder wasn’t the original one designed specifically to accommodate the upper shelves of the library, which was was thrown out after breaking during the palace takeover. The top shelf surpassed double your height, you still struggled to reach the books and with the short skirt you were adorned in— you knew Doflamingo would see your panties if he looked in your direction. It was hard to tell what he was looking at behind those sunglasses he always wore but the thought of him catching a raunchy glimpse of you sent a chill up your spine, one that jolted your body violently enough to threaten tipping the ladder over. 

Doflamingo steadied the ladders movement by bracing his foot on the first step, stopping the metal from rattling against the floor as it teetered shakily back and forth. Before you could thank him, he sighed in annoyance and stood up from his seat. The sound of his loafers tapping closer to you was short lived. It was mere seconds before he stood right beside you, looking up with a displeased look on his face. 

“I’m sorry I—, I can’t reach and there’s no other staff here for the rest of the—,” you trembled with panic in your voice, watching his eyebrows furrow more with every word that spilled from your lips.

“Tch, quit your damn whining,” Doflamingo snarled, one of his hands effectively lifting you from behind by your ass, making you squeal. Thick fingers pressed against your clothed clit, further securing you in his hold. In a hurry, you dropped the duster out of your hand, letting it fall to the floor so you can scoop as many books as possible into your arms. Doflamingo let you down without a hitch and you immediately went straight to wiping down the several books you retrieved, trying to silence your mind from reminding you of how inappropriately he touched you.

The clock read 10:55 PM when you finally finished working on the books Doflamingo requested. You were exhausted, having worked your regular 12 hour shift beginning at 8 AM before even tending to the library. The books piled high in your arms, stacked from your hips to your chin as you sleepily ambled over to Doflamingo, who just set aside his nth glass of wine on the table beside him. 

“Set them down and go, you‘ll continue after your shift tomorrow.”

You were in no position to object, simply nodding and leaning forward to place the books on the table beside him. One of them slipped out of the pile, knocking over Doflamingo’s glass of wine which spilled all over his unbuttoned white shirt. Quickly grabbing a rag from your apron, you attempted to clean the purple liquid from his garment. When you realized your efforts were for naught, you simply froze in terror, avoiding eye contact while you offered your apologies.

“Young master, I’m terribly sorry for my clumsiness. I’ll go wash it right away, sir.”

A devious laugh was Doflamingo’s response. One that shook the bottle of wine on the table and vibrated off the walls of the library. He grabbed your forearm tightly and pulled you closer to his face.

“I’m beginning to think you’re toying with me. Am I a joke to you?” The timbre of his voice was so vile that you felt any answer would be found offensive. 

“Since you were kind enough to show me these, I’ll give you one chance to make it right.” he asserted irritably.  His free, calloused hand then slipped up your skirt and tugged against your pink lace panties. When the fabric snapped against your skin, the feeling of utter dread sunk in. 

“I’m sure you’re not that stupid, go on now.”

You hated what he so casually demanded from you while tugging you closer by your garter belt. 

“And don’t disappoint me.” he lilted with firm persistence.

Doflamingo’s words echoed in your ears agonizingly slow along with the heavy sound of a lump settling in your throat. Your feet were bolted to the floor, unwilling to proceed closer to the blonde even though you feared your life would be in worse danger if you didn’t make a move. 

“Atta girl,” he urged confidently as you stepped towards him. At the same time, he stood to his full height and looked down on you. You weren’t the slightest bit prepared.

Doflamingo’s cock twitched curiously as you unbuttoned his satin pants, releasing him from the confinement that previously served as a safety shield for you. You knew he’d be well endowed but you still grimaced over his sheer size. He didn’t grant you any mercy, slapping his length against your lips to pry them open. You hoped at any point your pleading eyes would halt him in his tracks. That poor, pathetic look across your face wasn’t enough to save you. Not from this man.

Your head was yanked back by your hair, forcing you to look up at the blonde who smoothly rolled a line of spit off his lips that fell into your mouth. With the quickness, he shoved his cock inside, leaving you no time to adjust. His bulbous tip bullied to the back of your throat, instantly triggering your gag reflex and you sputtered around his length, desperately gasping for air. The struggle didn’t disrupt his motions in the slightest. If anything, it stirred him on more.

The driving force of his thrusts were an awful punishment against your mouth. A stinging feeling grew on both corners of your lips, the soreness only being dulled by the amount of saliva that coated his cock. But after a short while, a heat pooled inside of you that only confirmed one thing: your body betrayed you by finding pleasure in this. 

It felt blissfully wrong, swallowing his cock like it would be your last meal, never neglecting the rest of his length by stroking what didn’t fit inside of your throat. Doflamingo lamented in the show you put on for him. Staring up at the man with glassy eyes, you hoped the sight would help him finish sooner so you can be on your way. He didn’t hold back any groans during your ministrations, even going as far as degrading you for being such an eager slut. 

Soon, it became hard to breathe. Doflamingo resorted to controlling the pace, swaying your mouth along his dick with a rapid force that shut out all of your senses. Your hands searched for solace near his hips, fingertips grazing the bone with wavering firmness. Apart from hearing his menacing laugh and feeling his balls slap against your chin in an erratic pattern— you were fading out. Face covered in a mixture of tears and saliva that flowed to the tip of your chin and began pooling onto the floor. From his view, your eyes rolled behind your head, vision going black. An exceptional time to make you regret being so weak.

You floated back into consciousness with a stifled, burning sensation in your throat; vision hazily coming back to full capacity at the same moment you realized your nose pressed flush against Doflamingo’s pelvis. He was impressed at the prominent bulge of his cock showing in your neck, though he knew his end was near. The walls of your throat constricted around him in a desperate attempt to search for oxygen, the pressure tightening around his length, pushing him on the cusp of an orgasm.

The air restriction he dealt resulted in a panicked fit. You clawed at his abdomen and desperately tried to push him away to inhale much needed air. Frantically attempting to jolt your head side to side was futile. Doflamingo positioned his hands on either side of your head, fingers lacing into your hair for an extra tight grip. While he drove his cock as far as it could go into your warm mouth, he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs manipulatively. You twitched, saliva bubbling out of your mouth while your face began to turn colors, the backs of your eyes feeling the intense pressure on your skull.

“Mmm, struggle on my fucking cock,” Doflamingo mocked, rigorously rolling his hips. It took less than a few more earnest pumps for his climax to course through him, shuddering as his cum shot down your throat. You muffled a sigh of relief, feeling disgusted by your arousal from this encounter.

To put it lightly, you were exhausted and way overworked. Your legs gave out the instant your lips weren’t wrapped around him anymore, causing you to sway backwards. Doflamingo contemplated letting you fall to the floor but he wasn’t done with you yet. He caught you by your shoulder, shoving you to the side where you landed face first against his chair. Before you could react, his hand was pressed against your back, forcing you into an arched position with your backside facing him. A sharp smack to your ass made your blood run cold and your body tense. He then hooked his finger under the band of your lace undies, sliding towards your cunt until the soaked fabric met his fingertip. 

“Now,” he remarked in an insatiable tone, “Time to put this weeping cunt to good use.”

A wonderful day for a picnic!

@wizardsisananimal and Doffy having some fun,