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ofallthingsnasty · 28 days

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Oh... But what if you're a Warlord and Doflamingo is trying oh-so-hard to have some fun with you and Crocodile? He just wants you both, in typical 'the heart wants what it can't get' fashion. Because that's how it is - you're just as annoyed by his antics as Crocodile is and you two seem to find a strange sense of camaraderie in your shared dislike for the bird. It's cruel and tantalizing at the same time when you whisper among each other whenever the marine coops the lot of you up, purposefully ignoring his too-big grins and wandering hands.

minors dni, cucking, gets a little dark at the end

It's like he's air to you - at least until he outright bullies himself into your little tête-à-têtes and receives nothing but rolling eyes and cold acid. Oh, he wants to fuck that attitude right out of you both, he thinks, wants not one but two powerful shichibukai hot-faced and stupid on his cock. Mentally, he sees you two lounging right by his side on Dressrosa, basking in the hot sun, enjoying yourselves while he just gets to take, take, take and maybe watch you fuck each other shamelessly in front of an audience. (But oh, you're both so... stuck up. Palm trees and pools and cocktails and most importantly, swimwear and sex, are in the far, far future because he just knows that you two would rather take a cactus up your asses than be on friendly (and more) terms with him. Such a shame, it is.) But no, he has to watch you get closer and closer while all he can do is act like it doesn’t bother him one bit, when in reality he wants to bite his own tongue off with want sometimes.

So imagine his surprise when you invite him in, just like that, one day, out of the blue - he’s too careful to call it a victory just yet, but he’s curious as to why little old you, always so cool, composed, almost icy, decides to propose a little tryst. And he’s right to be cautious, because no one other than Crocodile waits for you when you open the door to some non-committal bedroom, looking as bored as ever.

Oh? Are you planning on getting rid of him? It wouldn’t be the worst assassination plot that has happened upon him - but way too clumsy for the caliber of pirate you and the gator are. And he’s right - because before he can even make a single remark about what the hell you think you’re doing, he has to swallow his tongue at the sight of you two getting rather … intimate. Doflamingo is never speechless, but for a hot second even he can only cock a blond eyebrow, brain needing to catch up with his eyes. Reality is truly stranger than fiction, he thinks, shrugs his shoulders and promptly tries to seize the opportunity - only to get rejected decidedly and loudly. The puzzle pieces fall into place, then, and it all makes sense. So that’s how you want to play, hm? You want to discourage him from leering by making a show out of just how close you are. Too bad that he’s made of the very same material you two bastards are. He can be patient, when he wants to, can hold his words behind an unassuming face and just be grateful for what he has been given. He’ll find a way to get out of this on top - even if he only makes you think that this show doesn’t bother him, he tries to tell himself. Doflamingo doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s seething. He would have gladly watched you in any other context, but only to spite him, only to show him what he can’t have? It makes him both indescribably angry and turns him on at the same time. He was right before - someone needs to fuck the attitude out of the two of you, big-headed and self-assured that you are. Deep, deep down he knows he could just force himself between you right now - overpower both of you and teach you the very lesson that is itching beneath his fingertips. But where is the fun in that? Oh, no. You made the grave mistake of mocking him, of thinking yourself superior to him when you’re nothing but ants. And you’ll pay for that.

He sits and grinds his teeth while the two of you seem to have forgotten about his presence entirely, stewing in his anger, mapping out awful scenario after scenario- Only when you gasp, shaking him from his frantic thoughts, he notices just how hard he is against his pants. Rage melts away with every little moan, every grunt that comes from the bed and is replaced by that same white-hot desire that has been stirring within him for months.

It’s unfair, entirely unfair. He feels like a kid for a moment, the way he wants to pout. He’s painfully straining against too-tight fabric while you two look like you’re having the time of your lives. Oh, he’ll get his revenge, he just knows it. He’ll make you beg for it, will make you stick out your tongue until you go cross-eyed, will make you degrade yourself for even a fraction of the things Crocodile is doing to you. And he’ll make the gator eat the dirt he likes to revel in, will make him swallow it alongside his hideous and uncalled-for pride until he won’t be able to look him in the eyes anymore. He’ll fucking ruin you both, it’s decided in that very moment. Gone are the dreams of fake blue pools and the three of you in cozy reverie, he only wants you beneath him now like the nauseating dogs you are.

Oh, you just made everything so much worse for yourselves, poor things. Because what you don’t know is that what Doflamingo wants - he gets.

#idk this started out as kinda cute and then... doffy happened #/doflamingo #/crocodile #/one piece #crocodile x reader #doflamingo x reader #one piece x reader

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girlwithsharpt33th · 3 months

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎

𝐚/𝐧 . this is my first noncon fic, I am nervous! It will be obvious I am not a medical professional, I did very little research. tagging @ofallthingsnasty. this is @t3arlikeglass ‘s writing blog 🩷

𝐭𝐰 . 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍, 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚, ’𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬’, 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐝𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐲

Anesthesiologist Doflamingo is a sexy mess and he knows it. He owns it. And he’s on top of the world because his practice always seems to indirectly attract the prettiest, most delicate little things such as yourself.

He is often called out for patients undergoing dental surgeries, namely wisdom teeth removals, and this is the case with you. He isn’t expecting anything special. However, upon entering the operating room he is struck by your appearance; your slumping figure, shaky hands, tortured bloodshot eyes . You look at him nervously, your lips forming an awkward half smile. Your face is bare, hair a little frazzled. You must’ve been up all night worrying about this; your first surgery, the oral surgeon says. How amusing.

As soon as the surgeon leaves and it’s his turn to prepare you to receive your anesthetic, Doflamingo slinks to your side, stooping eye level with you as you shift uncomfortably in the reclined dental chair. He doesn’t bother dragging over the stool in the corner of the stuffy room, preferring to watch you squirm at his predatory stooped form.

He takes a minute to just admire you before he says anything, letting the anticipation eat you alive.

“Never been put under before?” he asks, grinning eerily when you hurriedly nod your head, words lost on you.. Tragic little thing. He can’t resist touching you anymore, long fingers gliding down your arm, stretching it out for you, hand palm up. He drags one thick finger up your forearm before resting on the inside of your elbow, flicking it - a touch too hard for your taste - to resurface a vein suitable for injection. Nothing.

He sits up slowly, grabbing a tourniquet from a tray off to the side and ties you off, squeezing the fat of your arm harshly. You look away as he smiles, finally locating a distinct cephalic vein. “There we go.” he purrs.

He retrieves an alcohol wipe, a pleasurable chill running down his spine as he watches you flinch at the cold wetness of it dragging across your skin. “Scared of needles, sweetheart?’ he asks, hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear. The alarm in your eyes amuses him.“Just look away.” he says, a silent and ominous command. Somehow seductive. He grins at the blush creeping across your cheeks before you hurriedly look at the blindingly white wall beside you. He takes an excited, shuddering breath as he inserts the needle into your vein, watching the clear fluid rush through the tube into the puncture site.

He stares at you as you drift off a few minutes later, your eyes fluttering closed, a placid look painting your pretty face. Closed eyes signaling he finally has free reign of your body.

To ensure that he has in fact secured his treasure, he bullshits to the dental/surgeon’s assistants that you’re not responding well to the anesthesia, that your heart rate is too high, or whatever else he can pull out of his ass that will buy him enough time to have his fill.

He re-enters the operating room, finding you still dead to the world, and looms over you, practically panting and salivating. He takes his latex gloves off, and drags his hand down your supple body.Your eyes suddenly flutter open. Ah. ‘anesthesia awareness’

He refrains from letting out a maniacal laugh, licking his lips. He drags his digits up your throat and props your bottom lip open, pressing two fingers into your mouth. He moans as you circle your tongue around them and roughly shoves them down your throat until you gag. “Look at you.” he coos hoarsely letting his other hand travel south, tracing your arousal through your tight pants.

Of course, he has done this before with other patients, but he rarely gets the pleasure of toying with them while they're conscious. He knows you won’t tell, with your meek demeanor and faltering gaze. Hell, you probably won’t even be able to differentiate if what’s happening to you is reality or drug-induced psychosis.

He slips his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants, sliding them down and humming at the sight of your bare cunt. So pretty, a little smattering of hair covering the delicate mound. He straddles the dental chair and raises your legs over his shoulders, leaning down and delicately ghosting his breath over your sex, spreading your lips.

His breath hitches at the slickness of your arousal and he puts his fingers in your mouth. His other hand sneaks down, slipping into your cunt.

His fingers pump in and out of you roughly, exploring your slick, spongy walls. You make a garbled noise, a weak protest, but he roughly grabs your chin, peering up into your eyes with a dark hunger you have never seen before reflected in anyone else’s.

“Shh.”

More like shut the fuck up

He curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot over and over again, nails digging into your sensitive canal. He can’t handle his own desire any longer, and loosens his cock from his pants, stroking his leaking phallus roughly with his free hand. A maniacal grin spreads across his face and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

He praises you for being such a good girl, guiding one of your limp hands to his cock. He shudders at the coldness of your touch. He engulfs your face with one of his hands and chokes you with the other, cutting off your air supply. He watches in rapt attention as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Tears spill down your cheeks. Your movements on his cock stutter as you attempt to push him away sloppily with your free hand. He doesn’t let up until your eyes finally flutter closed, the vein in the middle of his forehead popping out as he spills into your hand.

Finally having gotten off, he grabs your limp hand that had been pumping his cock and licks it clean, savoring the flavor of his own spunk. He shoves your pants back on and tidies everything up. It is rather unusual for a patient to be ‘aware’ while being put under and he’s thankful for the new jackoff material. The possibility that future patients could also be awake, helpless to his touch, makes his dick twitch in his pants.

#doflamingo x reader #/doflamingo #one piece #tw.dark content #tw: noncon #tw. medical malpractice #ravenwrites

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huyandere · 3 months

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luffy vs doflamingo fight goes crazy

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #donquixote doflamingo #trafalgar law #luffy #op

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deadite-central · 4 months

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One of my favourite facial expressions in op is the “there’s NO WAY in hell I’m loosing to a teenager wearing flip flops” face

#followed immediately by loosing to a teenager wearing flip flops #one piece #sir crocodile #enel one piece #rob lucci #donquixote doflamingo

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littlewanibites · 1 month

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Wonder what they dream of...

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #donquixote doflamingo

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brawnie · 5 months

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High fashion One Piece - part 1 of a series by Wisdm on Instagram

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #blackleg sanji #soul king brook #big mom #portgas d ace #eustass kid #red haired shanks #usopp #zoro #sanji #nami #brook #ace #doflamingo

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deimosatellite · 2 months

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o yea bird guy

#that made me laugh so much ty luffy #imagine ur law and ur beefing w this guy your whole life and luffy goes ''o yea bird guy"#one piece #almost to dressrosa im on the last few eps of punk hazard now #monkey d luffy #trafalgar law #donquixote doflamingo

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dykealloy · 4 months

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what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc

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tsurumi-kun · 5 months

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I might be a little bit obsessed with them

#donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #trafalgar law #one piece

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crystallizedtwilight · 7 days

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"He is free. Just let him go."

#one piece #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #corazon #MyArt

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defygodbegay · 7 months

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ofallthingsnasty · 2 months

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a/n: Someone asked for more of Doflamingo's family pet - unfortunately I accidentally deleted the ask, but as I actually keep a physical list of all the asks I need to get to, it hasn't been lost! I hope this finds its way to you, anon 😘💖

tags: heavy dehumanization, weird pet metaphors, unreliable narrator, noncon, violence, minors dni, death (not yours), fat gn reader, vomit mention, read the tags and read them twice, just some thoughts

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Doflamingo thinks himself a good owner.

You're clean, well-groomed, clothed, fed and loved. Entertained, too. He stuffs you into your crate only at night - even if he has to leave you behind (which he rarely does), you stay with the rest of the family, not in that little cage. He's responsible. Loving. Tender.

But even he can forget about some things.

Maybe it should have been obvious, since you haven't been neutered. But to his defense, it's rather easy to forget that you, when stripped down, are just a mammal - blunt little teeth, yappy antics and bug-eyed, watery stares fool him so easily, make you sexless and too cute to have any needs of your own. And with his frequent appetites sated and you chewing through the leather of his newest chaise, you're just his mutt, feisty but spoiled. And really, who likes to think about their precious little darling dog being aroused? Not him, that's for sure. You're supposed to be something soft to spoil, something to lighten up his days.

Unfortunately, his pesky habit of kicking you whenever you drool just a little too much on his expensive pants (among other things) leads to the discovery of uncomfortable truths. One peculiarly placed hit, and something happens that he never expected - you yelp in pain, and then it climbs out of your throat, grotesque and breathy. A moan. And suddenly, something occurs to him. Makes him go down the lane of unsavory thoughts he never wanted to have when it comes to you.

He has neglected you. Greatly.

In all these years, he has been nothing but selfish - always enjoyed someone hanging off his arm, someone to warm his bed - while you had gone without, never had the possibility to get some relief. That's why you're getting winded over a simple kick to your crotch, poor, pathetic little thing. It's so wrong, so fucking depraved - he didn't train you to be so needy, to have to find pleasure in something so brutish. Yet here you are. Writhing in pain and something else as you try to shield your most sensitive parts from further intrusions.

He's suddenly going silent, brooding above you. Something needs to be done, he realizes.

The answer seems obvious - he should get you someone you can play around with, to let off steam, to indulge in the cruder parts of your nature. At first, the thought is appalling, but the more he ruminates and lets different scenarios play in his head, the more he sees that it has to be done. And it could be quite a bit of fun for him as well, if done correctly.

Arrangements are made almost too easily.

It's only fair that he gets you someone from that heap of trash you called your home. Maybe you even knew each other, before he found a place on his lap for you - it matters not, as long as the specimen is someone you would have fucked way back when he first took you. Doflamingo figures the man is up to your tastes, picks someone who looks healthy and strong. After all, he only wants the best for you - if he gets to pick his entertainment du jour, why shouldn't he at least get you someone appealing? (He also doesn't need any suspicious activity on Dressrosa, especially because he doesn't intend to have the man turned into a toy. He has his own visions for this - but that's not for little lap dogs like you to know.)

The male is taken, Doflamingo's room prepared and you - naive, stupid, and stunted that you are - follow him as you always do and walk right into his trap. It's nothing elaborate, really. But it does the job. Just the bound male, a flick of his wrist to restrain and oh-

He can play with the two of you like puppets. Of course, you're all confused. He rarely (if ever) uses his powers on you, so the sudden restraints feel like some sort of betrayal. Your big eyes question him, looking somehow even more pathetic underlined by your fat cheeks. He doesn't know if he should tut or laugh at you, that's how delicious your expression is - and it gets better and better as he tears your flimsy, carefully picked out pants apart. You are so utterly shocked, so taken by surprise it looks like you're short-circuiting. Only when the bigger man pounces on you - because Doflamingo is making him do so - you try to kick, bite, scratch, suddenly coming back to reality. But poor little fat pup, you're breathless and limp after a few minutes of struggle against his restraints and heave out your tears when your breath leaves you behind. Your fat ass up in the air, you can do very little with the way he's holding you in position.

You have to let it happen, even as the snot pools on the floor.

It's for your own good. And to his great amusement. He keeps you like this, makes the man mount you, fuck you, defile you - keeps intently watching the scene in front of him, the way you blubber and cry out. It's kind of cute, really - you're both crying. Like some grotesque version of two young lovers taking each other's virginity, you're both stuttering out apologies and clutching what is closest to you, even if that is your ass in his case.

It gets boring rather quickly, though. And rather tiring on the hands, too.

So he lets the male go - who gets cross-eyed faster than he can realize he's been freed because there is suddenly a pistol aimed directly at his forehead. If he was crying before, he's downright hysterical now. It doesn't leave you unfazed, either - Doflamingo's precious little mutt is suddenly deadly silent, too afraid to squeak out even a tiny moan. A precious sight to him. Especially when the man finally pumps his load into you, his orgasm flat and fast and unsatisfying, because it's ripped from him entirely due to the way his body functions, not because this is in any way enjoyable to him. Doflamingo smiles as the male huffs out a sigh, weighing himself in a moment of false security and-

He pulls the trigger.

You scream - but only a second later, only when the man goes limp above you, only when blood and brains splatter all over your back. You scream and scream and scream until you're hoarse, until your voice gets wet underneath the vomit that suddenly leaves you. Doflamingo would click his tongue at the sight if he wasn't so busy laughing at your predicament. Really, he had forgotten how fun it is to terrorize you a little, had forgotten how quaint it can be when your stupid face goes from empty stupidity to sheer and utter fear, the kind one can taste on their tongue. You can be so entertaining when pushed a little and he can't help but revel in the tiniest sliver of nostalgia as he looks at you, beaten down and traumatized like the day he took you.

Still, he's getting you neutered the next chance he gets.