Rated : 18+, the following program deals with mature subject matter, scenes of sexual nature and some ooc moments. Viewer discretion is advised.
A/N: *edited and updated 02/09/2025. A soft piece for our pink feather coated King. I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing this ages ago ♡
No beta was used at the time this was written, so if you see any mistakes, no you don't 🥰
A soft, shaky sigh leaves you as your lover presses hot kisses to your skin, your neck, breasts and thighs covered in deep red and purple love bites. His massive hands grip yours hips tightly, Doflamingos lean fingers digging into your skin and leaving bruised flesh behind as his hips lazily thrust into you.
"My precious girl," he purrs, a breathy chuckle rumbling in his chest as a shiver runs over your body. Your fingers press against his chest gently, finding purchase against his own lightly sweaty skin as you moan out his name.
"Good girl, sing for your King."
His hips suddenly snap into your own, his pace picking up as he nears the edge of ecstasy. Your already hoarse throat crackles as you cry, his massive cock taking every inch inside you and filling you to the point of pain. But somehow, the pleasure always overtook until later, when you were left aching with tears in your eyes as Doflamingo held you tightly to him.
While Doflamingo was a savage and selfish lover, his aftercare was immaculate. It was during then that it was all about you, his touch gentle and loving as he whispered how good you were for him, how he adored you, that you were his favourite girl. His only girl.
Soft pants left the giant above you, your own whimpers killing your throat from moaning and sobbing for your lover for the last few hours. It never seemed to end sometimes, hours flying by as he brought you orgasm after orgasm, your body ragged and destroyed after he was done with you. He loved to use his strings on your wrists, the threads digging into your soft fleash and drawing blood, his tongue licking up every drop as he fucked you senseless.
A large hand clamped around your throat, his fingers forcing your head to tilt back into the pillow as he literally took your breath away. Your eyes rolled back as a massive orgasm slammed into you, a choked wheeze snaking past your lips as his hips jutted against you, a low groan falling from his own as he spilled into you.
It felt so long, the seconds ticking by as his fingers twitched around your throat, waiting for your signal to release. You weakly tap his forearm twice, and you give a large gasp, your eyes fluttering as your body twitches under and around Doflamingo. The slick sound of his cock leaving you hit your ears with a whimper, suddenly feeling too empty and immediately missing his warmth.
He's quick and gentle to clean you, throwing the small towel to the side before sighing and collecting you in his arms. You moan pathetically as he presses kisses to your face and top of your head, your lips meeting his as he gives soft praises. His hands run over your marred skin so softly, as if worried you would break under his touch.
"... I love you," You barely get out, his lips brushing over yours again. He gives a soft hum in response but nothing else. You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hand, your thumb brushing over just cheek as you repeat a little rougher, "Donquixote Doflamingo, I love you. And I don't care if you don't love me back because I will love you enough for the both of us."
He's silent for a moment, staring down at you through those damn rose tinted glasses. After a few tense seconds, he takes your hand from his face and pressed determined kisses to your palm, his voice thick and heavy as he murmurs,
"My darling."
Your gaze softens as he continues,
"You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul."
He says no more, simply holding your hand to his heart as his other arm tightens around you. Tears prickle at your eyes as your press soft kisses to his chest and neck, smiling into his skin as you softly reply,
"My love, my life."
Doflamingo silently mulled over himself, emotions conflicting inside him no thanks to you. How dare you walk into his life and cause him to have such an inner turmoil, his heart torn and aching. How dare you come into his life and demand that you love him and yet somehow, he found it so easy to give you a piece of himself.
He wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. He truly was a King with everything he could ever want, now that he had you.
The only thing left was to conquer the Grand Line and beyond, a tightly wound grip around the world with you at his side.
Before moving to Maple Bay, most people in the old neighbourhood thought he was either a pimp or a mob boss. His elderly neighbour thought he liked men. She was right.
He has zero regrets about the name of his store. Like himself, it draws a lot of attention both good and bad - and Doffy lives for it.
Likes
Feather coats
Pawns with a bloody history
Vintage Cadillacs - '80s vintage specifically
Dislikes:
Skinny jeans
Stupid pawns (e.g.: your gold cock ring, cents from 2010, Jesus's tears)
The '90s (for killing the '80s)
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DadBook profile
One more place where I can shove my #blessedlife in the faces of my enemies - perfect!
"Dad, they're going to think you're a mob boss. And a dick. Again." - Law
"Don't care!" - DD
On a Friday Night you are most likely to…
Party like it's '86!
If you had one thing to take with you onto a desert island, what would it be?
My shades. Not having old man wrinkles when I get back to civilisation.
"You already have them." - Law
"I have no son - get out, traitor!" - DD
What are your turn-ons?
Emotional stability. And thighs.
"What kind of combo is that?" - Law
"Sexy." - DD
"Ew!" - Law
What did you want to be when you grew up?
God emperor of the world. I kind of was for the first six years of my life, but that's a story for never~
What's your favorite movie genre?
Can't beat a good action flick, especially when there's shit flying and exploding everywhere. The brain needs a shot of uncensored, nonsensical chaos every now and then!
"You still gotta book those tickets for that Michael Bay movie." - Law
"Oh shit, grab me my phone!" - DD
What's your ideal date?
Disco-hopping.
What do you never leave home without?
My beautiful plumage.
"Just say coat, Dad, Jesus." - Law
"No!" - DD
I spend a lot of time thinking about:
How the '90s killed the '80s. How dare you, '90s? I was a god!
What the hell, I still am!
"Dad, everything here is a boast." - Law
"So?" - DD
"You're not going to make any friends!" - Law
"I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to boast!" - DD
