#doflamingo op

[moonbaby26]

Artist: Citromiel on X

I feel you, Crocy. Just give in and accept yourself as you are. I did. 😩

Bird named/themed One Piece characters I am crushing on or have had a crush on:

Doflamingo (flamingo)

Mihawk (hawk)

Aokiji (pheasant)

Marco (phoenix)

Robin (…robin 😅)

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Versus non bird related:

Loki (If he turned up as some kind of mythical bird zoan I would lose my shit 🤣)

[peanut-with-wifi-access]

I have a lot of feelings about the Donquixote brothers, but rn I just realized something honestly hilarious

Doffy semi-canonically has pyrophobia due The Incident™, which is completely understandable. One of the very few understandable things about him.

Meanwhile Rosi— smokes like a chimney. Lights himself on fire regularly. Set fire to every single hospital in the North Blue. He's a pyromaniac.

They're complete fucking opposites and I live for it.

[teethfairyyy]

Thinking about Corazon’s actual name, Rosinante, and the history behind it.

In the story of Don Quixote he rides a tired, somewhat clumsy horse by the name of Rocinante. In the story, Don Quixote envisions himself as a shining knight, thus transforming Rosinante (at least in his mind) into a noble steed.

In the story, Rocinante is Don Quixote’s almost constant companion. He spends four whole days deciding on a name for his horse prior to settling on Rocinante and very clearly cares for him(although he basically makes his name a pun, lol).

First and foremost however, is their dynamic as rider and horse (weird sentence, but stick with me here). In One Piece, Doffy loves his little brother and cherishes him to the point of threatening death should anyone harm him. Despite this, Doffy still sees him as a servant of sorts. He makes Rosinante his second in command but not his equal. He sees his little brother as both that, his little brother, and as a tool to be used to achieve his goals.

(Want to put a lil disclaimer here that I don’t speak Spanish, and the closest thing I have to a second language is some broken German)

What’s important about his actual name however, is what it translates to in Spanish. Rocin means, from what I can tell, a low quality work horse, one usually past its prime and worn out or literally Nag, old nag, or nagging. It’s important to note too, that this (apparently) can also be interpreted to mean a man who is a grunt, or generally poorly educated.

This KILLS me bc this is basically how the entire Donquixote family saw him, and how Rosinante presented himself them as part of his cover. Outside of his cover though, where it’s shown that he is far from the mindless grunt we first think he is, we can see that some of these traits remain. Even as himself, Rosinante is a klutz, tripping over himself and out of his depth as he tries to navigate the moral and political ramifications of what he is doing to save Law, a boy he barely knows.

Idk, maybe I’m just going insane, but this has been haunting me for a while. I mean, Rocinante is literally who Rosinante was named after!

[one-pieces-things]

Hiii can I request Doflamingo’s reaction to finding out the reader has a breeding kink tysm

Hi starlight, I was so excited for this one, Doflamingo Is my favourite character of One piece, but I still don't like how I wrote this one, it's like something it's missing, I hope you enjoy starlight ✨

𝙳𝚘𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ: ᴺˢᶠᵂ, ᵉˣᵖˡⁱᶜⁱᵗ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ, ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ, ᵇᵒⁿᵈᵃᵍᵉ (ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍˢ), ᵈᵒᵐⁱⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉ/ˢᵘᵇᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ, ⁱᵐᵖʳᵉᵍⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢʸ, ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢᵉˣ, ʰᵘᵐⁱˡⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ/ᵈᵉᵍʳᵃᵈᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵈʸⁿᵃˢᵗʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ.

The words are a reckless whisper in the dark, a gamble you can't resist taking. "I want to have your baby."

The effect is immediate and absolute. The air crackles and thickens, charged with a palpable energy that makes the fine hairs on your body stand on end. Doflamingo goes utterly still above you, and a slow, dangerous smile stretches his lips.

"Fufufu... you foolish, foolish girl," he purrs, his voice a low, mesmerizing hum that vibrates through your very bones. "You have no idea what kind of glorious, beautiful monster you've just unleashed."

Before you can even process his words, you see it—a faint, glimmering strand shoots from his fingertip. It wraps around your wrist, not with pain. Another follows, and another, until your wrists and ankles are suspended in the air by his invisible threads, spreading you open, leaving you completely vulnerable to his gaze.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with dark satisfaction as he looms over you. "Already at my mercy. And you want to give me a child? A whole brood of them?"

He reaches out with his free hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as it cups one of your breasts. He tests its weight, his thumb brushing over the peak until it hardens beneath his touch.

"These will be full of milk soon," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. "Sustenance for my heirs. Does that excite you? The thought of your body preparing to nourish my children?"

You can only manage a whimper in response, your heart hammering against your ribs.

He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, "I will fuck you so much, we will have triplets, or quadruples," he breathes, his hot breath making you shiver. "And when you give birth to them, I will get you pregnant again. I want ten of them. I want to have as many as Big Mom has. Her family is a joke compared to the dynasty we will build."

Without another word, he thrusts into you in one deep, powerful stroke. The strings holding your legs taut prevent you from moving away, ensuring he's buried to the hilt inside you. The sensation is overwhelming—a mix of pleasure and the absolute, helpless surrender of being completely at his mercy.

He sets a brutal, demanding pace, his hips slamming against yours with a force that rocks the entire bed. Each thrust is a declaration, a brand. The strings holding your wrists pull taut, arching your back, forcing you to take every single inch of him.

"You feel that?" he grunts, his voice rough with exertion. "That's me claiming you. Marking you from the inside out. Every inch of this perfect body is mine now."

His large hand, still on your breast, squeezes possessively. "I'm going to enjoy watching these grow. I'm going to enjoy watching you grow. You'll be so beautiful, glowing with my child, a living testament to my power."

The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, a white-hot coil of ecstasy tightening in your core. His words, his possessiveness, the feeling of his strings holding you captive—it's all too much.

"Please," you gasp, your voice breaking. "Please, Doflamingo!"

"Please what?" he snarls, his rhythm never faltering. "Beg for it. Tell me what you want. Tell me you want to be the mother of my empire."

"Breed me!" you cry out, your body shuddering. "Fill me up! Give me all of them! I want to have your children!"

"Good girl," he groans, his voice thick with triumph. "That's what I wanted to hear. You're not just a vessel, you're the foundation of my legacy. The queen to my king."

With a guttural roar that sounds more like a declaration of war than a sound of pleasure, he buries himself deep inside you one last time. You feel a hot, powerful flood as he spills himself into you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. He stays there, pulsing inside you, as if to ensure not a single drop is wasted.

For a long moment, the only sound is your ragged breathing. Slowly, gently, the strings holding you retract, releasing you from their hold. He collapses on top of you, his full weight a comforting blanket.

He presses a soft, surprisingly tender kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your sweat-slicked skin.

"It's started," he murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble against your ear. "And it's never going to stop. You're mine now, forever. My fertil little queen"

[grandline-fics]

Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so it features mentions of killing/ injury/ general violence. Soulmate! AU

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 1,649

A/N: Part of the Good For Your Soul Series. I hope you all like how this turned out as much as I did. This is my first time writing for Doflamingo so hopefully I got his personality right enough

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

Chapter One (here) | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | Chapter Nineteen | Chapter Twenty | Chapter Twenty-One | Chapter Twenty-Two | Chapter Twenty-Three | Chapter Twenty-Four | Chapter Twenty-Five | Chapter Twenty-Six | Chapter Twenty-Seven | Chapter Twenty-Eight | Chapter Twenty-Nine(coming soon)

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Your Marine unit’s task had been a simple one, stay hidden and observe. That was it, any criminal activity was to be recorded for physical evidence and reported immediately. No interference at all. Your superior believed that this group of lowlifes were working directly under someone else, someone bigger and they were who they wanted to take down, not a bunch of easily replaced criminals. The only way to completely rid the evil and corruption of the town was to go for the root. That had been the plan and everyone had stuck to it as they had been ordered. That was until one of the newer recruits with a thirst to prove himself decided to be reckless. 

The second there was confirmation that the criminal group had a large stockade of weapons, ammunition and barrels of explosives in the nearby warehouse the idiot acted. They believed if they destroyed such a valuable haul then it would surely draw their target out from the shadows. You and the others who were more experienced of the unit drilled it into his head that it wasn’t a wise decision. Not only could a lot go wrong with potential endangerment to civilians but it was also not part of anyone’s orders. For a moment you thought he listened but as you turned in for the night you didn’t like the look you caught in the cadet’s eyes. 

It was just as well that you couldn’t sleep because it meant you were able to catch the cadet sneaking out of your encampment. Swearing under your breath you grabbed your weapon and pulled on your shoes to hurry after him. If you could get him back to camp without any harm done he could still keep his job. That had been the plan anyway but he’d managed to make use of his head start and snuck into the warehouse before you got there. You slid to a stop outside the warehouse and felt a chill run over your spine despite it being a comfortably warm night. You'd been so focused on catching up that you hadn’t noticed that there was no-one guarding the warehouse. Even for a group of low tier criminals there would be no way they would leave such precious cargo unattended. Panicked you looked towards the warehouse as the faint sound of a match being struck sounded.

In a blink the explosion boomed through the air, your body being thrown back and crashing loudly and painfully through the stacks of crates behind you. Ears ringing and vision swimming you hit the ground and tumbled until the momentum died off leaving you flat on your back and blinking through the pain and choking on the smoke and ash hanging heavily in the air. You managed to roll onto your side and shakily braced your hands onto the cold ground to push yourself up. You winced and gasped sharply at the feeling of your ribs grinding painfully, protesting any movement. Something was either cracked or broken and only now did you feel the wetness of blood against your head spreading against your cheek. 

For a moment you foolishly dared to think it could have been worse but then as you sensed people approach you knew better than to tempt fate. Of course those that had set the trap would make themselves known. One by one your sight took in the figures of those you’d been observing but then sauntering behind at a relaxed pace and amused, wild grin shaping his face was the Warlord Doflamingo. The bright flames burning what remained of the warehouse glinting against his silhouette only made him appear more menacing. In that moment you knew there was no getting out of this alive. The warehouse of weapons was his operation, if he let you live to report to your superiors it could be enough to revoke his protected status as Warlord and that wasn’t an option. 

You knew that nothing could be done. You were outmatched by him and seeing two new individuals lingering behind him told you he had more subordinates lurking. If he'd had enough time to rig the warehouse to explode then chances were he already knew about the rest of your unit too. If he didn’t know then you weren't going to be the one to give them up. Remaining on the ground you reached for your gun, glaring at Doflamingo when his laughter began to fill the space between you. His steps remained leisurely as he continued to advance towards you. Her was the grinning cat and you were the wounded bird, he could take his time and he certainly wasn’t afraid of your silly little pistol. However his smile twitched when you turned the barrel towards your own chest, not his. Now that was curious but boring. 

For the first time that night he put effort into his movements and closed the distance, his large hand closing over yours and disarming you with a simple tug. Frustrated at not even being allowed to go on your terms you glared furiously at the man in front of you. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain was getting stronger. “I’m not going to tell you anything. Just kill me and be done with it.”

“Oh I don’t need you to tell me anything.” Doflamingo chuckled, playfully spinning the gun on his finger with one hand while this others flexed to let you see the faint glimmer of his strings. “I do need you to do something for me though. You’re going to deal with the rest of your unit and then I’ll kill you. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds awful.” You spat out at him, angered that you’d suspected right and he knew about your unit and also devastated that you couldn’t save them. You knew a small amount about Doflamingo’s abilities from talk at the Marine base but hadn’t witnessed it for yourself. It was just another sickening addition of salt on the wound that you’d be forced to kill your unit, your friends before he would be bored enough to end you with that power. “Can you at least knock me out before you control me to do it?”

Doflamingo chuckled once more, intrigued by your attitude. He'd encountered begging, desperate attempts at buying their life, defiant bluster that they’d never do as he wished, but he couldn't recall someone be so accepting of their fate but still so headstrong. For a second he considered your request but then decided no, he wanted you to be conscious for the fun. With a twitch and arch of his fingers he used his strings to make you his puppet. He rose from his crouched position in front of you and looked down in confusion to see you hadn't moved as he directed. His stretched grin lessened as he moved his hand again, a clear order for you to lift your arm into the arm but it didn’t budge. You were unaffected. 

With laboured breaths you tilted your head up to regard him silently, that fierce look never leaving your hazy, pain-filled stare. You were waiting for him to take control of your body. If he waited any longer you would pass out from your injuries. Now he was in no mood for his tormenting games. Keeping his hand by his side and hidden by the mass of pink feathers he created a new attack, one to slice your throat with enough force to take your head cleanly from your neck. 

You shivered as a sudden wisp of air sped over you and then you flinched to hear the grating of stone. Glancing back you saw the deep gouge cut into the ground behind you, a long but clean line. Unconsciously Doflamingo took a step back from you with your head turned. Something was wrong. His power wasn’t working. Just who were you? What had you done? Anger and a sudden feeling of power being tipped from him he turned sharply and sent his threads at his low ranked underlings, feeling a rush of satisfaction to see their bodies jerk in complete surrender to his Devil Fruit. Wordlessly he commanded them to advance to where the other Marines were, to kill them like you had meant to. “Wh-what are you doing?“

Doflamingo turned and watched you force the power into your heavy limbs, the force of the explosion taking their toll on you. Slowly you pushed into the ground once more to try and make yourself stand but that was the final straw for your body to handle. With a groan, you crumpled onto the ground, unconscious and completely at Doflamingo’s mercy, that was if he actually had any. As Doflamingo continued to stare at you he heard Diamante approach, his elite officer just as confused by what went wrong. “Doffy? What happened?” 

“A complication.” Doflamingo answered, trying once more to attack your defenceless form with your own pistol but the bullet whizzed by you even though his aim was perfect and struck the ground less than inch to the left of your head. He couldn’t risk someone like you being allowed to remain out in the open but deep down he couldn’t give the order to the others to kill you. He told himself that he wouldn’t do that, not until he knew exactly what your strange power was. For all he knew others out there were capable of such feats against his powers too. Until he knew the cause and how to ensure he could deal with it he wasn’t taking any chances. In the distance Doflamingo heard the sound of gunfire and yelling as his men attacked your unit. With a huff he crouched down and lifted you over his shoulder. “Come on, we're going home. Send their picture to Vergo, I want to know exactly who I’m dealing with.” 

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[physics-of-one-piece]

Donquixote Doflamingo

One Piece #616

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[softnspiky]

Ik it doesn't make sense in canon, but he gives "I bleach my roots blonde once a week".

[immortal-pnkcake]

a little bit late for spooky month but i take it you would love to see this guy anyway :)