Dino Trash

Crocodile X Fem!Reader WARNING: DIRTY SMUT AHEAD.

“I’m impressed you managed to find me here.”

The black-haired man sat leisurely behind a table, a tall glass of wine wrapped in his long fingers. The liquid swirled with every skillful turn of his wrist and ripples formed on the surface as thunder shook the threshold, but he didn’t seem to mind, simply closing his eyes and taking a deep whiff of the aroma as he brought the rim to his nose.

You smirked at his words, watching him with amusement as you brushed your wet hair out of your face, closing the door behind you.

It seemed like despite the days he’d spent in Impel Down, the man’s sharp sense of humor hadn’t dulled a bit.

“Impressed?” you parroted, sounding almost offended as you placed one dramatic hand on your chest. “I’m insulted that you thought so little of me, Crocodile. You and I both know tracking you down is hardly a test of my skills, even if the storm did manage to render my boat almost completely useless. If you really wanted to put my resourcefulness on trial, you should have come up with something harder.”

He took a sip of wine, chuckling as he tipped it toward you. “True enough. Call it a formality, (Name). It wouldn’t have done to make a deal with you only to find out your skills had dwindled in the time I hadn’t seen you. Most people would have died while trying to find me in a storm like this. I was just making sure you wouldn’t be so useless as to do the same.”

You snorted. “You must be joking. That’s like saying your skills rusted and you went soft because you spent all that time in prison -- and even managed to get put in prison in the first place, I might add -- a notion, I trust, that is completely unfounded.”

The jab made him bark with laughter, a sneer forming on his features. “We both know that’s impossible. That’s why you came to find me so soon after I broke out, isn’t it?”

He placed the wine glass on the table and pulled a cigar from his pocket. Placing it in his mouth, he lit it with a nearby lighter, lazy puffs of smoke rising from the end as he let the silence settle over the room.

“So?” he began, his stern gaze settling on you. “You came with a proposal, didn’t you? What exactly does this ‘deal’ you want to talk about entail?”

You grinned at him and slowly began pacing around the room, eyes never leaving his. “It’s nothing big,” you said simply, giving a small shrug of your shoulders. “You see, I was hoping you would give me some things to do.”

“Things to do?” he asked, a bit incredulous. “I know you, (Name). You’re not the type to do things for others on a whim.”

“And I’m not. I’m offering because...well, you see...I heard about what you did in Alabasta -- how you tried to rule over it and make it yours. At first, I laughed because it seemed so much like something you would do; ruling over a country and trying to control it from the shadows -- all while being hailed a hero.” You smiled at him wryly. “It seems like your dream of becoming Pirate King manifested itself in strange ways, Crocodile...but that’s beside the point...or maybe it isn’t...you see, after I thought about it for a while, I ended up realizing something. You know how your dream changed from becoming the Pirate King?”

He gave a small hum as you paused in your speech, prompting you to continue.

“Well, it made me realize that...I don’t have one. Even though your dream has changed, you still have something you’re chasing -- a goal. I’ve finished everything I’ve wanted to do; gone where I wanted to go and picked the skeletons out of the closets I wanted to find them in. I’ve run out of things I want to know and you know...it’s terribly sad for a spy-cum-information broker to run out of curiosity,” you said, giving a derisive chuckle. “That’s why I was hoping you could give me something to do. I want to try seeing if helping you achieve your dream will eventually lead me to mine.”

His brow rose in a questioning arch. You knew he was carefully weighing your words in his mind, running over them to see if they were true.

“...And what did you have in mind, specifically?”

“Oh, you know. The usual,” you replied, making your way over to his desk. “Spying. Infiltration. Intelligence gathering. Assassinations, if you need them...and…” You let your voice trail off as you took a seat on the edge of his desk, the fabric of your skirt riding up your thigh. You watched as his gaze slowly ran down your soaked silhouette and grinned, carefully undoing one button of your blouse before leaning forward to purr in his ear. “...well, I was thinking that you might give me something else to do as well...”

The chuckle that sounded right by your ear sent shivers up your spine, his hot breath fanning over your wet skin. “So this is what you were really after? You want to offer me your services for sex?”

“Call it a trade, Crocodile,” you whispered, your breath playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You ran one hand up the length of his arm, pulling back to let your gaze meet his from beneath your lashes.“The first bit wasn’t a lie, but you know how good I am, whether it be at spying -- ” Your hand tightened and you let your tongue slide over your lips hungrily. “ -- Or at sex.”

He stared at you silently for a moment, dark eyes boring into you.

“...I see,” he said finally, a smirk on his lips. “A small price to pay for skills like yours, I suppose.”

You grinned. “So I take it we have a deal?”

“For now.”

“Then you wouldn’t, say, be opposed to sealing it now, would you? Maybe give us both a taste of what perks this deal comes with?”

His jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling through his chest as you slid one hand under the collar of his shirt. The other gently grabbed his cigar, pulling it from his lips as you neared them. “Call it an assessment…” you breathed, your eyes searching his before you kissed him softly.

“...I see you haven’t changed your taste in cigars,” you said quietly, grinning as you placed it back in his mouth.

“And I see you still haven’t changed that lipstick.”

You laughed. “Am I to take that to mean that you still hate the taste of grapes?”

He grunted. “Only when it’s so obviously artificial.”

“Ah yes,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Always the picky gourmet. I almost forgot how much you drove me crazy with that.”

“If memory serves, it’s not the only thing I drove you crazy with,” he growled.

“And that,” you retorted, purposefully lifting your leg further onto the table, “was only because you loved the taste.”

Crocodile narrowed his eyes at you in silence.

You grinned at him smugly.

“It seems I forgot just how much you drove me crazy as well.”

“Well…”

You got to your feet and rounded the desk to stand before him. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, you sank to your knees, hands gently prying his legs apart to accommodate you between them. “I could always just refresh your memory…?”

“Hmph. Provided your skills in that area haven’t dwindled.”

He sat back, watching you expectantly. “Very well, (Name),” he said with a smirk. “Show me what you can do.”

“With pleasure,” you purred.

Without wasting another moment, you skillfully undid the buckle of his belt, pulling it from his pants and letting it drop to the floor with a metallic clank.

Each sound of the tab sliding down his zipper hung in the air as you gazed up at him, watching him with bated breath. There were no other movements as you carefully slid your fingers under the waistband of his pants and trailed them along his hips, testing his reaction to your touches.

He said nothing as you dragged his pants down his thighs, his eyebrow not so much as twitching as you exposed him completely.

His dark gaze followed your every movement.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs, fingers ghosting dangerously close to his arousal before pulling away again and you smirked as you watched the corners of his mouth dip with what you guessed was frustration.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

You teased him until you could feel his muscles tensing beneath your fingers, the hairs on his body standing on edge and his cock already semi-hard, twitching every time you moved as if waiting for your every touch.

You watched the puff of smoke that came out as he exhaled sharply when you finally wrapped your hand around his member and giggled.

“What’s this, Crocodile? Maybe it’s not your skills, but something else that’s declined over the years?”

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “...I see it’s not your skills that have improved, but your mouth that’s gotten smarter.”

“Oh please,” you drawled, grinning slyly and ghosting one finger around the head of his cock. “Deciding the value of my skills from my quips? My dear Crocodile, it seems that you’ve lost a lot of things over the years -- even if you never really had any patience. Don’t worry, though, even though you’ve lost things over the years, I’ll show you that I’ve done nothing but gain... ”

Before he could say anything more, you enveloped the head of his cock with your lips, flattening your tongue against the bottom of his shaft.

Crocodile inhaled sharply, clicking his tongue in an attempt to cover it, but you knew he was feeling it.

You worked him slowly at first, smirking to yourself as his hand came to tangle in your hair.

It pulled lightly at the strands, the tips of his fingers pressing you down harder onto his erection. You could tell from the way his hips bucked into you that he was enjoying this a lot more than he would ever admit, his smouldering gaze only spurring you on.

He gave a breathy chuckle. “Well, it seems you weren’t lying,” he said, his voice straining despite his efforts to keep it even. “It seems that your skills have improved a bit.”

You hummed smugly against his member and he grit his teeth as the vibrations travelled down the length of his cock and straight to the base of his spine.

Faster and faster, you bobbed your head on his dick, watching with satisfaction as his face twitched with pleasure.

I wonder if...?

You ran one hand up his thigh, observing him carefully as you scratched and stroked at his hip bone.

His eyes narrowed and a low growl echoed through his chest, the cigar in his mouth teetering dangerously in its place.

You grinned.

It seemed like his weak points hadn’t changed -- even if he would never admit he had them.

Immediately, you went about prodding at all the places you knew he would feel it. Crocodile was helpless against your relentless assault, the hand in your hair tightening as you increased your ministrations and drove him closer to the edge, groans falling from his lips.

It wasn’t long before you pushed him over it and he came down your throat, his hand keeping you firmly in place as he emptied his load in your mouth.

You looked up at him as you swallowed, making sure he saw your tongue slide over your lips as you licked up whatever cum that had managed to slip out.

“So?” you asked with a smirk, getting up and straddling his lap, the tip of his cock sliding along the fabric of your already-soaked panties. “Think I’ve improved?”

His hand came to rest on your waist, the tip of his hook tugging at your skirt. He growled low in his throat.

“There are still some things I have yet to assess.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “We’d best get to it, then.”

Your body trembled as his hook tore through your garments in one smooth movement, the scraps of your underwear and skirt sliding down your legs.

The length of his cock slid along your unclothed arousal.

You could feel the heat beginning to gather in your core, body shaking with anticipation as you let your eyes meet his.

The expectation in his gaze made you shiver, eyes illuminated as a flash of lightning struck in the distance.

One of your hands went down to position the tip of his cock at your entrance and you looked to him before you drove it into yourself in one go, a clap of thunder shaking your joined bodies.

You rode him with shameless abandon, chasing your high like a storm chaser chased a storm.

Lightning struck the ground outside and it felt like the electricity ran through your veins with each thrust, your extremities tingling as the pleasure washed over every inch of your body. Each flash grew in intensity and you swore you could feel your release building in the pit of your stomach, the growing tension inside you reflected by the worsening storm outside.

Thunder pealed with every slap of his skin against yours and you ignored the way the chair creaked in protest underneath you, rain splattering against the window in a messy cacophony of noise.

It was like your heavy breaths were the raging winds outside, breathless moans the whistles of the wind through the halls of the ship.

You were drowning in the pleasure; a ship lost at sea during a relentless storm with the waves of your orgasm threatening to send you under at any moment.

They built up, the waves climbing higher and higher, the time between each crash of pleasure inside of you decreasing with each thrust.

It didn’t take long before it was too much for you to handle and you were pushed over the precipice, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave and drowning you in indescribable pleasure.

Crocodile’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, the thunder still sounding and the waves of your orgasm still crashing in the pit of your stomach. He grabbed your hip with his hand, his arm wrapping around your waist to slam you down onto him as he chased his high, his pace messy like the lightning at the height of the storm.

Your body trembled as he finally came inside you, his thrusts slowly coming to a standstill. You felt the storm inside you receding, the pleasure finally washing away as he struggled to catch his breath beneath you.

You waited for him to recompose himself before giving him a tired grin.

“So, Crocodile?” you asked breathlessly. “Have my skills improved?”

Law, Doflamingo X Fem!Reader WARNING: MENTION OF IMPLIED RAPE. PROBABLY THE KINKIEST SMUT I HAVE WRITTEN THUS FAR (AND NO, THE RAPE DOES NOT COUNT AS A KINK. PLEASE DO NOT FETISHIZE RAPE. THE RAPE IS ONLY IMPLIED IN ONE SENTENCE). PLEASE BE WARNED. Pain.

Pleasure.

Anticipation.

A myriad of sensations floated on your skin, hair standing on edge as mouths and fingers roamed your body, hot gazes drawing tingling trails on your heated flesh.

Sweat slicked down your brow and you could feel the mix of fluids running down your thigh from your arousal, dripping onto the floor from where your body hung suspended in the air.

Doflamingo watched you with a hungry gaze, dark eyes taking in how perfectly his strings accentuated the lines of your body -- how perfect you looked hanging before him, completely at his mercy. His strings dug into your skin, their sharp bite a painful but oh-so-sweet sensation that only left you wanting more.

Your breathless moans...the way your eyes moistened and you struggled to breath as they teased you with their touches…

A low, appreciative growl rumbled through his chest.

“It seems you’ve found someone quite special, Law,” he chuckled, leaning in to suck a hickey into the side of your neck.

“That’s right,” Law replied, his tattooed hands gripping at your thighs possessively as he pulled you to him. “You would do well to remember that she’s mine and not yours, Doflamingo.” He dragged his tongue up the other side of your neck as one of his hands gently turned your face toward him. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek before glaring at the other man. “I won’t be sharing her with you again.”

Doflamingo only chuckled, his eyes glinting deviously behind his sunglasses. “Then I’ll just have to make the most of today, won’t I?”

He picked a jar out of a nearby drawer with practiced motions, quickly popping off the lid before dipping his fingers in. Inside was a creamy, colorless balm and he smeared it on you liberally, his coated hand slipping down between your breasts and onto your stomach. You shivered at the sudden cold, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you fought to suppress a moan.

Law’s eyes narrowed. “Is that…?”

“Fufufu...it’s exactly what you think it is. After all, it would be quite selfish of us to keep all the fun to ourselves. Although --“ His grin grew as he placed the jar on a nearby table. “-- it might be more like torture if we don’t help her out of it soon.”

As soon as he was finished his sentence, you felt your body beginning to grow even hotter than it was before. At first, it was only where he had applied the balm, but it quickly spread, liquid fire coursing through your veins all the way to your extremities and back.

You felt like you had forgotten how to breathe, lungs engulfed in a violent fire that sucked the air right out of them.

Each rise and fall of your chest brought with it an even greater flame, your entire body hypersensitive to every sensation that befell it. Law’s touch, which had once been a reassurance, turned into a burning torture, the feel of his skin against yours sending an intense yearning straight to your core.

“L-Law…”

Your voice was practically dripping with want, hoarse and begging for some kind of relief. Law felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at you, eyes wet and filled with such an ardent desire that he swore the intensity would melt him if he wasn’t careful. He could feel the blistering heat from where he held you, the flames of want blazing a path straight through his nerves and igniting something within him. He swallowed thickly, his grey eyes meeting yours. There was a storm brewing within them, his usually clear gaze dark and clouded with passion.

His fingers ghosted along your jaw as he pulled away from you with a smirk, leaving your body to hang with only Doflamingo’s strings. You whined as you watched him pace around you, his gaze full of promises of what was to come, the weight of it feathering touches along your skin. There was a squeeze low in your stomach and you could feel yourself growing even wetter than before.

The first touch was like lightning; powerful, raw, and utterly electrifying. Law’s long, icy fingers slid up your sides, and you couldn’t stop the moans that fell from your lips with each swipe of them on your feverish skin.

You felt every movement clearly and when he dived down to take an erect nipple in his mouth, he watched you fall apart with enraptured amusement, humming against you appreciatively as he rolled it between his teeth.

“(Name)-ya…” he whispered, breath fanning over your skin and sending tantalizing shivers up your spine.

His touch was gentle as he reached up to cup your face, grey eyes boring deep into yours. You could see a glimmer of affection shining in the depths of the storm as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip as you parted.

“I swear you lead my heart astray...” he whispered against your lips, the sound of his voice lost in the rhythmic beating of your heart in your ears as you watched the glimmer in his eyes be overcome, slipping away into the cloudy grey of his irises.

You felt yourself flush at his words, but the reason for the heat on your cheeks was quickly changed as you watched the glimmer in his eyes be overcome, slipping away into the cloudy grey of his irises. He leaned in close to growl in your ear, the fingers of one of his hands digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise as he pulled you tight against him. “You make me want to do things I never would have considered before...” He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. “Are you okay with that, (Name)-ya? Are you okay with never being able to live with anyone but me?” You bit down on your bottom lip, a shaky breath escaping you as your body arched into his touch. There were promises buried in his voice; promises of pleasure that you had never felt -- or even dreamed of feeling before -- promises of things that made your spine tingle with excitement.

They were dark.

They were dangerous.

They were primal.

And buried beneath all those promises was a warning. A warning that if you let him do this -- if you let him do what he wanted to you -- you would never be able to get away from him.

His eyes found yours as he pulled away and you felt your breath being sucked from your lungs, the raging storm ripping away any inhibitions you may have had.

“If that’s all it is,” you breathed, a thin, wry smile making its way to your lips, “I’ve already been like that for a long time now.” You watched the satisfaction dance onto his lips at your words, longing welling up deep within you as his tongue ran over them and they parted with one word: “Room.” Then his lips were on yours, his tongue hot against the inside of your mouth and his sculpted hands roamed along your skin, making you sigh with pleasure. He pulled you closer and closer, his hands running over your breasts and collar up to your neck before his fingers tangled in your hair. You melted into the kiss as he held you against him, your juices dripping down your thighs and pooling into a puddle on the floor.

His other hand caressed your neck softly, his fingernails lightly dragging over your skin, making your hairs stand on end. You barely noticed the slight cutting sensation as he carried you away and finally parted his lips from yours, a long trail of saliva hanging between your mouths.

He placed you on the bed carefully, his eyes dark and his touch leaving you with one last caress on your cheek. “(Name)-ya,” he breathed, stepping back from the foot of the bed to reveal your headless body hanging a short distance away. “I want you to watch what I do to you. I want you to watch how my fingers caress your skin and how my cock spreads you open. I want you to watch how your body aches for my touch -- how your back arches and your pussy drips -- I want you to watch how I pleasure you.” Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes met yours. “And I want you to remember that no one else will be able to do the things I do to you.”

You felt your insides clench at the thought of what was to come. Law was never one to come up with empty promises -- and you were sure this time would be no different.

“Fufufu,” Doflamingo interjected suddenly, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Law."

Doflamingo’s long fingers ran over your hips and you gasped as you felt them tighten on your flesh, pulling you tight against him. His body was hot -- maybe even hotter than yours -- and you felt his arousal, hard, ready, and throbbing, against the inside of your thigh.

He grinned as he felt your juices on the tip of his cock, your body melting into his touch. “How about it, my dear?” he said, glancing at you over the rim of his sunglasses. “Do you truly believe Law can give you a pleasure no one else can?”

He let his long tongue hang out of his mouth, watching as your eyes followed it and it dragged along his lip. “...or do you think that I could do better?”

Law glared at him. “Those are some bold claims, Doflamingo.”

“Fufufu, are they? It seems you don’t quite understand the depths of my...expertise, Law,” he retorted, trailing one finger down your spine and eliciting a moan.

Indignant, Law snorted. “I doubt half the women you’ve polished your...expertise on let you do it without feeling threatened. How are you so sure the 'pleasure' you gave them wasn’t just faked?”

The grin on Doflamingo’s lips faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses. You felt his fingers digging into your thighs and you grimaced, body tensing against him. “If you’re so in doubt of my abilities, Law, then I can prove them to you right now. What do you say we let your girlfriend be the judge?” His lips twisted into a sneer. “I imagine there would be nothing better for you than to hear it from her own lips.” “...Fine by me.”

Law turned to you and looked you in the eyes. “Is that okay with you, (Name)-ya?”

“That’s fine, Law, but please…”

You looked up at him, desperation shining in your eyes. You could feel Doflamingo rubbing his length over your heat and you whined as you felt the want building inside you with every passing moment. “Please...touch me…” Law’s lips twisted into a smirk and he turned away, pressing himself to the back of your body and stroking it with feather-soft touches. It trembled beneath them -- and you watched as it did so, shivers travelling up your spine from so far away, the disconnect between sight and sensation somehow amplifying every swipe of his fingers. He kissed the stump of your dismembered head and you saw the reverence in his expression -- felt the tingle run straight through your veins.

His fingers were ice cold as he ran them over your neck. The sensation was so foreign -- and so raw -- that you couldn’t breathe. Hot contrasted with cold and you could feel your blood pooling at each point he touched. Law was always one to take your breath away...but this?

This was so much more than you were used to -- and you welcomed it with every fibre of your being. With unmatched precision, Law’s fingers cut into you like a scalpel, opening you up and revealing places you had never known existed. His reputation as the Surgeon of Death had always preceded him, but if he had had a background as illustrious as Doflamingo’s, you had no doubt that he would have been le Chirurgeon du Petit Mort instead. “It seems you’ve been taught well,” Doflamingo stated with a chuckle, running his fingers over the incisions made by Law and earning a glare from the other man. “I wonder who taught you such things?”

Law clicked his tongue. “I assure you, you had nothing to do with it, Doflamingo,” he spat back, fingers never once missing their targets and making your body tremble with ecstacy.

“Fufufu...I never said I did. That being said, it’s strange how twisted one can get under a proper exterior, isn’t it?” he asked, fingertips burying themselves in one of the cuts and making you gasp. He placed his lips on the side of your neck and sucked a dark hickey into the skin, smirking as he glanced at you. “Your girlfriend is a prime example of it.” “It’s too bad you’ll never find out just how deep it goes, isn’t it?” Law hissed back.

Doflamingo smirked. “I think it goes deep enough.” He turned to you, the tip of his hot cock sliding over your entrance. “What do you think, my dear? Maybe we can give it another try and see just how deep it really goes.”

Your hips shifted, your dripping heat already desperate to have him inside you again -- to get some kind of relief. With pleading eyes, you looked over to Law. His eyes met yours and you could see his jaw tighten for a moment.

“Well…” he began, lips slowly curling into a smirk. “I see no reason not to save the best for last. Go ahead, Doflamingo. I’ll make her forget all about it afterward.”

Doflamingo snorted. “I think you underestimate just how hard I am to forget, Law.”

Law only continued smirking as he stepped away. “We’ll see about that.” You felt Doflamingo’s hands tighten on your hips, his lips twisting into a frown as he watched Law take a seat on the bed beside your head. His fingertips dug into your skin almost hard enough to bruise, but the pain only made you gasp with anticipation.

You swallowed thickly as you watched him take one hand and guide his member to your entrance, your tongue slipping over your lips to wet them.

At first, he only teased you, fucking you softly with the head of his cock at a pace that made you whimper and whine for him to give you more. He knew how to make you beg and he knew just how much to give you to keep you as putty in his hands, drawing you ever deeper into your desire-filled haze.

Thrust after thrust, you could see and feel his enormous cock disappearing deeper and deeper inside you, spreading you open and rubbing against your walls. He filled you so completely -- you could feel your walls drag along his shaft with every movement he made.

He increased his pace with every thrust inside you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixing with your moans. You barely even registered it as both his hands left your hips, strings replacing them and digging into your thighs, pulling you back down onto his cock as he literally bounced you against him, his other strings swinging you to and from him from the ceiling.

His length dragged out of you until only the head was left before you were slammed back down, moans more like screams being drawn from your lips as he hit your deepest parts repeatedly, bringing you back down onto him and pleasuring you relentlessly.

It wasn’t long before you felt your building release reach its breaking point, pleasure shooting from your core straight to your extremities and flooding you with heat as Doflamingo continued pounding into you. He felt the waves of your contractions along his cock, urging him to his own release, but bit it back, gritting his teeth until he couldn’t hold out any longer.

It came a few thrusts later, a low hiss echoing through the room as he pulled you tight against him, his head falling on your shoulder and his cock buried deep in your pussy as he filled you with his hot cum, the white substance overflowing and leaking down your thighs.

You could feel the sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, his breath hot against your skin as he came down from his high, body shuddering slightly against you. You watched him through bleary eyes as he lifted his head from your shoulder and saw him gaze at the place where your head would have been.

...And you didn’t quite picture him as the type, but everything about him screamed that he would have kissed you sweetly and softly -- unhurried -- if your head had been there and not where it was.  It was almost as if --

“I think that’s enough to judge your expertise, don’t you, Doflamingo?”

Law’s voice cut through the unexpected silence, drawing both your and Doflamingo’s attention. Doflamingo looked at him through narrowed eyes, his chest still heaving, before giving a wry grin and opening both his hands, letting his threads fall from his palms. Your entire body tensed as his member slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

“Fufufu...eager to hear the results, are you, Law?” he quipped. “Better to know that you’ve lost sooner than later, is it?”

“I’m glad you think so, Doflamingo. It’ll make you feel a little better to hear of your loss in a little while.”

Law sneered at Doflamingo and stood from his place on the bed before making his way over to your body. He ran his eyes over you, brows furrowing as he looked at the marks Doflamingo had left.

“Are you alright, (Name)-ya?” he asked, eyes never leaving the red welts that had begun to form on your skin. His fingers tenderly stroked the areas where Doflamingo’s threads had dug into your skin, sending small shivers through you.

You nodded from your place on the bed, the muscles of your dismembered neck tensing and relaxing with the motion. He smiled wryly, almost grimacing as he looked at the cum overflowing from between your thighs.

“Just wait,” he muttered under his breath, “soon, I’ll erase this from both our memories.” Without another word, he began running his hands over your body, open palms sliding over your abused thighs and hips. They were feverish and tacky with sweat, sticking to your skin with every move despite the cool expression on his face.

It was a feeling so different from usual -- when his touch was ice-cold and his gaze bore through you with passion. His expression was calmer than usual, but his touch more desperate. You watched his hands flex, tattooed skin stretching as he began to softly grope at your flesh.

A moan escaped you as his long fingers grasped at your ass and you saw him smirk slightly before pressing his lips to the side of your neck. He sucked countless marks into your skin, littering your neck and collarbones with tiny red love bites, his hands never stopping in their motions.

Like Doflamingo, Law started off slow...but it wasn’t teasing this time -- and it didn’t fill you with frustration.

Law’s every gesture was filled with tenderness and you saw the same reverence in his eyes that you saw earlier when he had kissed your dismembered neck. You felt your insides clench, a longing desire tugging at you somewhere in your chest and lower belly. It was a feeling that got stronger as you watched Law feather kisses down your arm, his gaze locking with yours as he placed one last, reverent kiss on your knuckles.

You swallowed thickly.

All your senses were focused on him, eyes following his actions with enraptured attention. You watched how his fingers roamed your skin and felt how your body ached for his touch. You watched it tremble in his hands and heard the moans that bubbled up in your throat. You felt your juices running down your thighs, the wet sounds echoing through the room when he slid the length of his cock over your arousal.

You wanted him.

And it wasn’t because of the aphrodisiac.

“Law…” you pleaded, voice hoarse with arousal. “Please…”

“‘Please’ what, (Name)-ya?” he hummed, continuing to coat his cock with your juices.

“Please...spread me open,” you whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip. “Let me watch how your cock fills me...I want to watch how you fuck me.”

“As you wish,” he said with a grin, pulling back for a moment to line himself up with your entrance and positioning himself so you could see his cock pushing into you. “Do you see it, (Name)-ya?” he asked as he pushed the tip in, one of his thumbs pulling the lip of your pussy aside to let you see it more clearly. “Do you see how eagerly your pussy sucks me in? I can feel your walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper inside you. I love watching your pussy drip for me. Were you that eager for my cock? Did you want me to fuck you that badly?”

“I did~,” you moaned out, your hips beginning to rock on their own, juices overflowing from your arousal every time you shifted. “I wanted to watch you fuck me senseless~.”

He chuckled, his voice deep and gravelly with arousal. “Watch me well then, (Name)-ya. I’ll fuck you so good that nothing else will compare.”

Slowly, he began to increase his pace. You could feel the tendrils of cum and juices forming strings between your hips as he pulled back, the wet sounds that echoed as he thrusted into you only arousing you more.

You relished in every motion he made, body jolting with every thrust when he adjusted the angle to hit the spot inside you every time.

“Fuck...Law, you feel so good…!” you moaned, body twisting in his grasp and tugging at Doflamingo’s strings.

“Is that so?” he asked, amused. “Well, I’m about to feel even better, (Name)-ya.”

You felt him trail his fingers to your lower stomach, ghosting them over the area before fingers slipping them into you. Gazing at him, you saw that he had made an incision there, his hand disappearing into your body.

You opened your mouth to ask him what he was planning, but the words were stolen from your lips and replaced with a gasp as you felt your insides clench in his hand. He looked at you with a sly grin. “How does it feel to have your entire clitoral network stimulated at the same time, (Name)-ya? A lot of people doubt the existence of the g-spot, but it’s there -- and with a lot of other nerve endings. The entire vaginal wall is part of the clitoral network and --” He pumped his hand and you felt the electricity shoot through your spine. “ -- it’s one of the most sensitive parts of the human body.” You were left absolutely speechless under his ministrations, the intense pleasure making moans flow from your mouth unstoppably. He continued stroking your entire clit as he thrusted into you -- his hand sliding over it faster and faster and his hips pounding into you harder and harder -- and you could do little more than gasp and feel the pull of Doflamingo’s strings stopping you from holding onto Law for dear life, your entire body drowning in pleasure.

Your release built up inside of you with unmatched speed, the knot growing tighter and tighter in Law’s hand. It was no exaggeration to say that he was in total control of you, his fingers coaxing you to such an intense orgasm that you could feel it building in your limbs, your sight becoming a haze of stars and static as you desperately tried to hold on.

The orgasm hit you like a storm -- viciously sweeping away every other sensation. It washed through your veins, lightning striking every cell in your body and filling them with burning pleasure. You didn’t even notice Law cumming inside you, filling you until it overflowed and joined all the other substances on the floor below you.

Throwing a piece of cloth up in the air, he mouthed the word “shambles” and you were immediately met with the sight of his smirk as he caught your head and placed it back on your neck.

“Well, (Name)-ya?” he asked after pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

Law, Doflamingo X Fem!Reader WARNING: DIRTY, KINKY SMUT AHEAD!! Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The only sound you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You sat at a table in a quaint cafe, your friends making cheerful conversation around you as you all sipped on iced beverages to beat the sweltering summer heat. It was supposed to be a fun day out on the town, but despite the light-hearted atmosphere around you, you couldn’t suppress the apprehension that threatened to burst from your chest.

Noticing your fingers tighten around your drink, the dark-haired man beside you spoke. “Are you okay, (Name)-ya?”

The concern was evident in his voice and you gave him a tight smile. “I’m alright, Law. Thanks for asking.”

The way his brow furrowed told you he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t try to push it further. “...Tell me if you don’t feel well, okay?” he said, placing a gentle hand on your wrist.

Your entire body shivered at his touch, your breath catching in your throat. Seeing this, the corner of his mouth twitched into a frown and he looked you straight in the eyes.

You could see a gleam of guilt in his.

“You don’t have to push yourself.”

You shook your head. “I’m not pushing myse -- “

Your sentence was cut short as you let out a gasp. Your body tensed before you fell against his shoulder and you grit your teeth.

“(Name)?” one of your friends asked with concern. “Are you alright?”

Unable to answer, you hid your face behind Law’s shoulder, one hand grasping his shirt desperately.

She shot a worried glance at Law who gently took your drink from your hand before holding you against his chest. He gave her an apologetic smile. “Sorry. It seems like (Name)-ya isn’t feeling well. Would it be alright if we left it here for today?”

He looked to the rest of your friends, who all nodded with worried approval, before gathering up your belongings and lifting you into his arms. “I hope you can find another time to get together again. Preferably when she’s feeling a little better.”

“Well, if she’s with you, we won’t have to worry too much about her. Just make sure to contact us when she’s feeling alright, okay?”

He gave her a small nod before he whisked you away, walking out the door of the cafe. He only took a few steps before a car pulled up to the side of the road and came to a stop before you.

Law clicked his tongue as the window rolled down.

“Doflamingo,” he hissed, face twisting in obvious disgust. “What do you want?”

An amused grin spread on the other man’s lips. “Fufufu...I would think you’d know what I’m here for, Law,” he almost sang. “After all, it’s not like you to forget about our little bet.”

You could feel Doflamingo’s eyes on you as he said that last word, the hot pink remote he held in his hand making your face flush. One long finger slid along the dial before he turned it slowly and deliberately, watching you intently from behind his sunglasses.

The vibrations intensified inside you and a moan threatened to bubble from your throat, but you stifled it, burying your face in the crook of Law’s neck as you squirmed in his arms.

His hold on you tightened as he glared at Doflamingo. “You bastard…”

Doflamingo’s grin grew. “Fufufu, you only have yourself to blame for this, Law. Nobody told you to make bets you would end up regretting.”

Law bit his lip.

It was true.

A few nights ago, Law had, by some alcohol-induced stupor, made a bet with Doflamingo. Now that he was sober, it was immensely obvious how stupid it had been -- and how utterly reckless it was, especially given his loss.

His wager?

The right for Doflamingo to do whatever he wanted to you for an entire day.

He didn’t know what had possessed him for him to make such an irresponsible decision -- or why you hadn’t objected when he brought it up.

...at least, he wanted to think he didn’t know why.

But seeing the faint glimmer of excitement that flitted through your eyes when he told you, he knew.

He knew that somewhere inside you, you were attracted to the man named Doflamingo and the notion of being at his mercy stirred up something from within.

The way you trembled in his arms under Doflamingo’s gaze was proof of it.

“...what do you want us to do?”

Doflamingo chuckled. “Us?” he parroted, amusement thick in his voice. “I wasn’t aware you came as part of the deal, Law.”

“I don’t,” Law snarled, “but I’m not leaving (Name)-ya with you. Especially not alone.”

“Fufufu. Suit yourself.” With a flick of his fingers, the door in front of you opened and Doflamingo leaned back in his seat. “Get in,” he commanded, “or would you rather I ravish your girlfriend in front of everyone on this street?”

---

You were reaching your limit as the car pulled into the underground garage of Doflamingo’s private estate.

Sweat slicked your brow as you clung to Law’s shirt. Doflamingo had, when he pulled up earlier, set the vibrator’s intensity to maximum and left it there since.

The entire car ride had been sweet but agonizing torture and Law’s helpless gaze had been set on you the whole time, your feverish body wrapped in his protective hold.

“It’ll be over soon, (Name)-ya,” he had assured you with a weak smile, but it sounded more like he was saying it to himself than to you.

Law’s hold on you tightened as the door beside him popped open and an amused Doflamingo peered in. “Ready to go?” he snickered. “I can give you a hand if you need it.”

“...I’ll pass,” Law snarled, eyes narrowing as he pushed him away and got out of the car.

He turned to you as soon as he was out, arms outstretched for you to hold. You were about to grab onto him when Doflamingo intervened.

“Not so fast, Law,” he said, a firm hand holding back Law’s. “I think I’ll have her walk by herself.”

“You want me to leave her like this when she can barely stand?”

“If needed, she can lean on me, but

you

aren’t allowed to help,” he stated with a smirk. “After all, you

are

the reason she’s in this situation in the first place.”

Law clicked his tongue and reluctantly withdrew while Doflamingo smoothly took his place, offering you his hand with a grin.

You took it hesitantly, carefully placing one foot on the ground. As soon as you were standing, you couldn’t suppress the shivers that ran through your body. You were hypersensitive to every sensation of your clothes rubbing against your body, the pooling heat between your legs only making everything worse.

A part of you was sure you had soaked yourself right through your clothing and you blushed at the thought, peering up at Doflamingo to see if you could find any sign that he had noticed how wet you were.

He only met your gaze with a growing smirk. Without a word, he pulled you flush against him, wrapping one arm around your waist. “What’s wrong?” he purred, leaning down so his hot breath fanned over your ear. “Looking at me like that...are you that eager to get started?”

The smug glance he sent Law’s way went unnoticed by you, too preoccupied with the chills rolling over your skin, but had a clear effect on Law.

Doflamingo’s hand tightened on your waist and you tensed against his touch. His hand wandered lower and lower, fingers brushing against the area between your thigh and butt when --

“Doflamingo,” Law interrupted, his glare saying much more about how he was feeling than his tone. “You brought us here for a reason, didn’t you? The sooner we get it over with, the sooner we can leave.”

“Fufufu, always the impatient one, aren’t you, Law? But no matter...” He stood straight, loosening his grasp. “...we’ll see how that impatience fares in a little while.”

Before Law could make sense of his statement, he spun you on your heels and his hand came to rest on the small of your back.

“Come, my dear. It’s about time I gave you a lesson in the ways of love.”

---

“Doflamingo, you bastard!”

The chains around Law’s limbs rang as he struggled against them from his place against the wall. His movements had been restricted as soon as he entered the room -- first by Doflamingo’s strings, then by the shackles.

Clearly, Doflamingo had been expecting Law’s presence -- or he simply had shackles sitting around at all times.

Given how there were various other...tools displayed around the room, it was obvious to everyone who ever entered that it was the latter.

Law was chained a short distance away from the bed which sat in the middle of the room, the four-poster taking up a sizeable portion of the available space despite there being so much of it. It made sense when you considered how big Doflamingo was, but there were obviously other reasons for the bed being so much larger than he needed it to be.

One of the reasons being what you were there for today. You sat at the foot of the bed with Doflamingo, the man’s smirk ever-growing as he held you in his lap, chest pressed against your back.

“Fufufu. It’s useless, Law. You won’t be getting them off any time soon...and speaking of getting things off…” His gaze turned to you from behind his sunglasses. “I think it’s about time you shed your restrictions,” he said lowly. “After all, you’ve had them on long enough, haven’t you?” He trailed one large hand up your thigh. “And we can’t do anything about your itch while they’re on.”

He turned you around before lifting you from his lap easily, his hands resting on your hips to help keep you standing. His thumbs slipped under the bottom of your shirt and traced slow circles on your hip bones.

“Well, my dear?” he purred, his gaze hot. “Why don’t you give your boyfriend and I a little show?”

You glanced over at Law, swallowing thickly as your gaze met his. You could feel your breath quickening in anticipation -- you were so wet you could swear you could hear it as you shifted where you stood and the way he looked at you only made it worse.

Gaze locked with his, your hands slowly made their way to the hem of your shirt, fingers slipping under the fabric and lifting it higher and higher, exposing new slivers of skin with each passing second. It didn’t take long for it to finally be lifted over your head and your bra to be shed, your naked torso exposed to them both. Doflamingo hummed in appreciation.

Law swallowed hard.

You licked your lips as you watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat.

“Fufufu...it seems you’ve been well-loved,” Doflamingo mused aloud, his fingers running along the medley of hickeys and bite marks that littered your skin.

Law’s expression hardened as Doflamingo pulled you close, the end of his long tongue flicking along your collarbone before he placed an open-mouthed kiss on it, humming with satisfaction as he pulled back and watched a red mark bloom on your skin. “Why don’t we see just how much more you can take?”

He pulled you tight against him, his mouth licking and sucking at the side of your neck as his hands wandered down. They groped at your flesh, kneading at your ass before running down your thighs and contorting in a strange fashion.

Your pants fell away from your legs as his hands made their way lower and you grimaced, his strings skimming your delicate flesh. There were sharp pangs of pain from where they cut into you and you could feel small droplets of blood gathering, welling into pools before running down your thighs.

Doflamingo only grinned, his fingers lovingly caressing your wounds as he watched your face contort in a mix of pain and thinly-veiled pleasure.

You couldn’t stop the soft moans that spilled from your parched lips, your body already hot and begging for him to do more.

When you were fully liberated from your clothes, he wrapped his arm around your waist, rolling you onto your back as he propped himself up above you.

His eyes roamed over your body appreciatively, tongue running over his lips in a hungry motion. You felt your body temperature rise with the heat of his gaze.

“Doflamingo…” you breathed, body aching for his touch.

He smirked. “Call me ‘Doffy’.”

“...Doffy…” you begged breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his coat and pulling him down -- closer to you. The heat that radiated off his body made you shiver. “Please…”

His low chuckle sounded right by your ear. “Patience, my dear,” he hummed.

He slowly trailed kisses down your body, his tongue hot against your skin.

“It’s not good to be impatient.”

He flashed a meaningful look at Law before parting your legs and sinking between them, sucking a hickey into the flesh of your thigh, his tongue lapping up blood from where his strings had cut. Without another word, he pressed his lips to your hot center, his long tongue swirling around your entrance before his bit at the vibrator’s cord. Slowly, he slid it out of you, each movement stretching your entrance and drawing small noises of pleasure from your lips.

Finally, he pulled it from you with a lewd pop, your juices absolutely soaking the vibrator and his chin, a string of your fluids hanging between them.

He looked up at you with a grin.

Taking the vibrator from his lips, he ran his tongue around the top in slow, deliberate circles.

You inhaled sharply as you imagined what it would be like on your clit -- and it showed on your face.

He chuckled lowly as he tugged you to the edge of the bed and threw your legs over his shoulders, his breath fanning over your arousal.

You held your breath as you watched his lips approach, every nerve in your body standing at attention as you waited for them to touch you. You could tell he was enjoying it -- the tortuously slow approach, the look of amusement on his face -- you grit your teeth harder and harder with each passing second...only for him to turn away at the last moment.

You whimpered in frustration, tightening your legs around him to urge him on and his smirk widened in response, but he didn’t give you what you wanted -- not yet.

He placed several kisses along your inner thigh, watching carefully for your every reaction. Each one took him longer than the last, the intervals between each growing with your exasperation until his lips finally brushed the area right beside your sex.

Your entire body tensed in anticipation --

But what you had anticipated was nothing compared to the actual thing.

Electricity shot through your body with each stroke of his tongue on your clit and every time he delved inside you with his fingers, you could swear he was somehow using his strings to wind the knot inside you tighter than it had ever been before.

You were mewling underneath him, your fingers tangled in his hair as your nails dug into his scalp as if it was the only way you could keep your handle on reality. Each moan that left your lips was louder than the last and he made sure to hit the spot inside of you dead-on with every thrust of his fingers.

It didn’t take long for the knot inside you to finally snap, a rush of pleasure crashing over you and filling your extremities with warmth.

As the shudders subsided and your grip on him loosened, Doflamingo pulled back, a smirk plastered on his glistening lips. He ran his tongue over his lips, licking up whatever evidence of your release had made it onto them.

“You’ve been so patient, my dear,” he chuckled. “Surely that wasn’t enough to satisfy you.”

You shifted on the bed, biting down on your bottom lip. “...it wasn’t…” you whimpered, expression needy.

“Is that so? Then why don’t you tell me what you want?” he hummed, his hand gently cupping your face and turning your gaze to Law.  “Make sure to say it loud enough that your boyfriend can hear you.”

Doflamingo’s breath was hot on your neck as he laughed against it, but it was quickly wiped from your mind as your eyes landed on Law’s.

Your breath caught in your throat.

There was an intensity in his gaze that you had never seen before -- a whirling pool of twisted emotion that threatened to engulf you more and more with every moment you stared into it.

Was it guilt that was driving it?

Was it arousal?

You couldn’t tell, but you could feel an excitement welling deep within.

“...I want you to fuck me.”

The words left your lips before you realized it.

Doflamingo chuckled. “What was that?” he asked. “Say it again, my dear.” He let his hand wander, palm dragging up and down your side. “Louder this time.”

You swallowed, looking at Law with want.

“...I want you to fuck me,” you said again, voice unwavering.

Doflamingo watched the effect it had on Law and grinned. “Good girl,” he praised, running his hand over your breast before looking to Law. “What do you say, Law? Maybe you’d like to honor your girlfriend’s wishes and join in on the fun?”

Law narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue in distaste. He didn’t like the idea, but...his eyes flicked to you.

Your eyes were moist and your chest was heaving with every breath. The flush in your cheeks mixed with the way your lips parted as you panted with want...he cursed silently as he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

He didn’t want to share you with Doflamingo, but it was a better outcome than watching him fuck you and not being able to do anything about it.

“Fine,” he said begrudgingly. “I’ll join you in your little game, Doflamingo.” Doflamingo couldn’t stop his smirk from growing. He contorted his fingers in a strange fashion once more and his strings brought a key to Law’s cuffs. They came loose with a click and clattered against the wall as Law pulled himself from them. “Law…”

You propped yourself on your elbows and crawled to the edge of the bed, bringing yourself closer to him as he approached. His gaze darkened with every step he took, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“(Name)-ya…” he muttered, coming to a stop in front of you and gently running a hand through your hair.

His eyes ran over the new marks on your skin and the corners of his mouth twisted into a frown, but it was quickly changed into a small, wry smile as you looked up at him, his name leaving your lips in lustful whimpers.

“What’s wrong, (Name)-ya?” he asked softly, his hand continuing to comb through your hair. “If you only say my name, I’ll never know what you want.”

You bit your lip at his teasing, but you couldn’t deny the spike of excitement it sent straight to your core. Your body trembled as his hand tangled in your hair, keeping your gaze on him. “I want you, Law…I want you to fuck me…”

He let out a satisfied hum. “And I’d be glad to give myself to you, but first…” His free hand toyed with his belt and he undid the zipper of his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. “I think I could use your help making it a little harder.” You gave him a small nod, closing your eyes before bringing your lips to the tip. It twitched against you and you let your tongue peek out, running it along the bottom of his head before taking him in fully.

A breathy ‘fuck’ was all that could be heard before you began bobbing along the length of his arousal, one hand pumping the part that wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Fufufu...it’s good to see you’re having fun, but it’s not good if you forget about me,” Doflamingo said. His large hand groped at your ass, spreading your wet folds with his thumb. He growled lowly. “Since Law’s taken your mouth, perhaps it’s time for me to take a different part of you.”

The bed dipped as he climbed on behind you, his loosened capris sliding down his thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock prodding at the lips of your pussy, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room.

He let out an amused chuckle. “It seems that my size won’t be a problem with how wet you are, my dear…”

Without another word, he began pushing in, hissing as your tight heat surrounded his cock. You let out a cry against Law’s dick, the vibrations making his fingers tighten in your hair.

Doflamingo pulled back slowly, leaving the tip of his cock inside of you, before thrusting back in. You could feel him filling you up, stretching you to your limit, the pain mixing with torrents of pleasure. Your walls were sucking him in like you were hungry for more, your shaking hips urging him harder and faster.

He grinned at Law as he obliged. Wrapping his hands around your waist, he started off slow before quickening his pace. It wasn’t long before he was slamming you down on his cock, his hips meeting yours in a messy cacophony of noise.

The constant moans that streamed from your mouth left Law biting his lower lip. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the wet heat of your mouth driving him closer to the edge.

It took all he had not to let himself go and thrust into your throat without regard, his self-control withering with each stroke of your hand along his arousal. He took a deep breath and began rocking his hips back and forth in controlled motions, relishing in the feeling of your lips dragging along the length of his cock.

He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations, your muffled moans amplifying them in the absence of his sight.

“(Name)-ya…” he muttered, peering at you through heavily-lidded eyes.

You looked up at him, tears lining your eyes and he swore at the sight, a spike of arousal shooting straight through his cock.

He felt it twitch in your mouth and he grit his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

It was all he could manage before his release surged forth and he came down your throat.

Panting, he pulled himself from you, lifting you up and pressing his lips to yours, his cum overflowing from your lips. He ignored the taste of himself on your tongue and pressed the length of his body against yours, deepening the kiss as he began groping at your breasts.

You were trapped between the two; Law at your front and Doffy at your back, both of them drawing numerous moans and trembles from your body. You felt like you could melt with the heat that was coursing through your veins, pleasure emanating from every place they touched.

Law’s hand found your clit and he rolled it between his fingers, matching his strokes to the timing of Doflamingo’s thrusts.

The pleasure was almost unbearable and your moans escalated to screams as you struggle to cope. “Doffy...Law...I-I’m cumming…!” you cried out, screwing your eyes shut as tears streamed down your face.

Your release hit you in the next moment, your body shuddering between theirs, but neither of them stopped their ministrations. Doflamingo continued to thrust, groaning as your pussy contracted around him and it didn’t take much longer for him to reach his climax, his hot cum filling you until it leaked down your thigh.

You struggled to catch your breath, falling into Law’s arms as Doflamingo slowly stopped moving his hips. He hugged you close and kissed the top of your head, his arms running over your torso as Doflamingo pulled out.

You nuzzled and relaxed against him, ready to give into the fatigue tugging at your entire being.

"-- Room."

An invisible barrier expanded from Law's outstretched hand. He stroked your thigh with his other.

"Law...?"

He smirked at you, holding you close. His cock was hard against the inside of your thigh. "You didn't think we were done, did you, (Name)-ya?"

Doflamingo chuckled and he contorted his hand, his usual smirk holding a more sinister gleam than usual. "That's right, my dear," he said darkly.

You felt yourself lose your balance, your body leaning even further into Law's chest.

Looking behind you, you saw Doflamingo's strings lifting your severed leg into the air.

He kissed your inner thigh and you felt him suck a dark bruise into the sensitive skin, the warmth beginning to gather in your core. His lips curled on your skin.

Slight Solas X FemElf!Reader WARNING: Suggestive lines. The only thing that hung in the air was silence.

The dampened noises coming from the other parts of the compound -- no doubt of servants and late-night patrols cleaning and preparing for the next day -- rose and fell in tandem with the dwarf's chest, trusty crossbow held in an iron-clad grip.

He’d been on a lot of dangerous missions -- had his life threatened in ways normal folk couldn’t even begin to imagine. He’d ventured through the Deep Roads countless times and was almost killed by a poltergeist...though those were only some of the cherries on the cake he’d gained from adventuring with Hawke. Yet even so...this mission was risky enough to make him, a seasoned and hardened veteran, hesitate.

He took a shaky breath and peeked over his shoulder into the room. Light leaked into the shadowy staircase where he stood, a tiny sliver barely illuminating his face. He could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage, his heartbeat ringing in his ears and dulling his perception. Fighting to hear, he took great care not to make more sound than was necessary. Better safe than sorry, he always said; words that had proven all too wise during their travels. "So, what's our plan, Inquisitor?" he asked quietly, slinging his crossbow on his back as he turned to the party of three behind him. "I've seen Chuckles leave this room before and I'm just saying, based on what I've seen, he could be coming back any second now."

You moved to pass him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Varric. Between you and me, my keeper’s special brew works wonders on the stomach. Trust me. He’s not coming back any time soon.”

Varric’s eyes narrowed for a moment, clearly deliberating whether or not it was a story he wanted to hear, before he gave a quick nod of his head. “Well, if you say so, Inquisitor,” he mumbled, an indication that he thought this story, like many of the others you’d told him, was something best kept in the confines of your mind. “But just so you know, the moment someone comes, I’m out of here.” The dwarf looked at you with a wry smile. “We’re great friends and all, but I’d rather not be seen through another man’s drawers in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t want people to think I was into that sort of thing, if you know what I mean...no offense to you, Sparkler.”

Dorian rolled his eyes. “Why yes, throw in that last line and you’ll get me to forgive you for almost anything,” the mage quipped. “Now I’m more curious as to where this man keeps his wines. The last time I had a drink with him, he had the nerve to suggest Tevinter wine was subpar. Completely unfounded, if you ask me. The wine from Tevinter is absolutely delectable if you ignore the blood magic that went into making it...but I am a tad curious to find out what exactly he fancies.”

“Are you suggesting we sample his stores, Dorian?”

“No, no, nothing of the sort, Inquisitor,” Dorian drawled, lips twisting into a sly grin, “but surely nobody would blame us if some of it mysteriously went missing. Heard that sort of thing has been going on a lot lately.”

You raised a questioning brow, knowing Solas would never fall for it, let alone suspect Cole of stealing his liquor. “Well, whatever floats your boat, Dorian, but don’t blame me if you get drunk and pass out with your hands in Solas’ underwear drawer.”

Dorian scoffed. “Are you suggesting I can’t hold my liquor, Inquisitor?”

“Well, if the last time was any indication…” Varric said with a laugh.

The mage looked at the dwarf with mock indignation. “You and I both know that brew was so potent it was barely even legal. I find your insinuation to be more offending that what the Inquisitor has planned for me if I do pass out drunk.”

“Ha! Maybe in Tevinter, but that stuff is like water to a Marcher.”

The two glared at each other and you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, guys. We won’t find anything if we don’t start searching,” you reminded, pushing them both out of the way.

“She’s right, you know!” Sera chimed in, running into the room while giggling before plunking herself down in front of Solas’ drawers. “I don’t know about you guys, but I think this calls for a few extra pairs of breeches!”

And with that said, the elf immediately sank her hands into one of the drawers and pulled out a handful of grey garments. She tilted her head and hummed in thought. “Looks to me like Mr. Stiff needs more excitement in his life!”

“Yes, and what better place to start him off than his breeches, of all things!” the Tevinter exclaimed sarcastically, though his face showed that the idea amused him greatly.

“If you ask me, Chuckles could use some excitement on his head. Watching the light of the Maker shine off it is nice and all, but sometimes I feel cold just looking at him.”

The dwarf crossed his arms and shivered dramatically. You would’ve thought Varric was cold because he always exposed his chest, even in the Empire du Lion, but  apparently he only suffered from second-hand chills.

“Well, if you’re sure, Varric. Maker knows you have enough hair on your chest to cover Solas’ head and more.”

A smile rose to Varric’s lips. “Go easy on me, Inquisitor,” he said, “I have to make up for my lack of beard hair somehow. Better on my chest than somewhere else.”

The suggestive smile that dawned on his lips spoke volumes about the implied meaning. Now, exactly how was it that you would erase thatmental image from your memory?

You quickly made a mental note to join Dorian in his wine hunt later.

“Eugh!” a very disgusted (but slightly amused) elf cried out, summoning a smirk from the hairy dwarf.

“Oh, you heard that, did you, Buttercup?”

Sera made a face at him. “Tell you the truth: I kinda wish I didn’t,” she said, pausing before she turned to face you, holding a pair of breeches in each hand. “D’you like floral or checkered?”

Giving it a moment’s thought, you turned to Varric, and seeing in his eyes that he was of the same opinion, nodded deeply.

“Chuckles is a checkers and square cut-outs kind of guy, but that doesn’t mean I’m saying ‘no’ to floral.”

Sera gave a quirky giggle (thought it sounded more like an evil cackle from where you were) and promptly shoved the floral breeches deep into the depths of Solas’ drawers, likely to never be seen again.

“Imagine what his face will look like when he pulls those out,” Dorian chimed in, hands busy sifting through an array of bottles and jars.

“He’ll think ‘what a ravishing design’ and want to wear them everywhere he goes?” you suggested, joining Sera in her raid of Solas’ drawers and earning a few questioning glances.

“I’m more curious about what he’d look like wearing them,” Varric admitted with a chuckle.

“Oooooh! Can you imagine Mr. Stiff soaring into battle with these?”

“With his face? I wouldn’t be able to shoot properly, let alone stop laughing!”

“Maybe add something to make him look less out of place?”

“How about a fruit basket? Everybody likes those.”

“An apostate with a fruit basket? Oh no, you don’t. The last time I saw something like that was at some Kirkwall merchant’s house party and the mage ended up not being a mage and the fruit...not being fruit. Let’s just say I didn’t attend any parties for a while after that.”

With Varric’s last sentence, silence pervaded the room and everyone glanced at each other, obviously wondering whether they should risk pushing further or leave it be. The silence hung in the air. Deciding leaving it hanging was not the wisest nor the most entertaining thing to do, Dorian cleared his throat. “So, Inquisitor, I’m rather curious,” he started, trying his best to break the mood. “What brought about this whole sneaking endeavor anyway?”

You hummed, hands still sifting through Solas' drawers. “It’s rather simple, really. I wanted one of his sweaters.” “You couldn’t have simply asked him for one?” Varric asked with a raised brow. You snorted. “And you call yourself a storyteller, Varric? Where would all the excitement be if I went up to him and asked nicely?” Varric shrugged. “Point taken, Inquisitor.”

Dorian looked at you, judgement clear in his gaze. “No offense, Inquisitor, but they aren’t exactly the most fashionable strips of cloth I’ve seen. The hobo look is hardly fitting for the leader of the Inquisition. You’d be better off stealing one of mine.” A look of intrigue passed over his features as he picked up one of the bottles from the shelf. It seemed like he’d finally found Solas’ wine.  

“Fashionable -- no. Comfortable? Yes. I take it you’ve never had the chance to feel the fabric, Dorian. I swear Solas has had magic woven into the threads to make it feel like you’re being held by the Maker himself. I’ll be damned if I don’t manage to procure one for some research.”

He rolled his eyes. Obviously, the mage wasn’t buying it. “Inquisitor, the only research I think you’re going to be doing is rolling around in bed and -- “

“Quiet!” Varric hissed warningly.

The Tevinter scowled, but said nothing more.

“Hear that?” Varric whispered, eyes fixed on the door. “Somebody’s coming -- and I’d wager it’s Chuckles.”

You looked at him in disbelief. “What? It’s too soon. That brew should be keeping him out of here for at least another hour!”

The dwarf flashed a terse smile. “That might be what you believe, Inquisitor, but my instincts are telling me it’s definitely him. Now, I’m sorry to have to do this to you, but I’m out of here.”

“Varric, wai -- “

Ignoring your pleas, he quickly made his way to the other door. He turned to you and mouthed “good luck” before slipping out of it.

You rolled your eyes. You knew he’d said it at the beginning, but… “Sera, can you believe him?”

“...”

“...Sera?”

You looked down at the drawers next to you. Sera had already escaped, leaving Solas’ breech drawer wide open, an array of colorful garments having replaced the original grays.

There was one in particular that caught your eye.

Was that a sealing circle?

On the crotch?

Suddenly, you found yourself wondering where in Thedas Sera had managed to find such a thing and who even came up with the idea in the first place.

You quickly came to the conclusion that such a thing should be disposed of before it ever had the chance to reach Solas’ eyes and -- if you were lucky -- before Solas had the chance to find out you were ever poking around in his room.

You closed the drawer you were looking in and leaned down to grab the garment.

“Looking for something, vhenan?”

You jumped at his voice, the breeches slipping from your grasp and falling to the floor. “S-Solas,” you managed to stutter out, pressing a hand to your chest, “y-you scared me.”

He gave a small chuckle. “My apologies, vhenan. It is rare to see you enter my room without me being here. Did you need me for something?”

With a nervous chuckle, you hastily picked the breeches up off the floor, trying to close the drawer without him noticing. “Well, you see, Solas, I...um...h-how do I explain this…”

Solas tilted his head, eyes flicking to the breeches as he came closer. “What do you have there, vhenan?”

“These?” You stared dumbly at the breeches in your arms. “These...um…these belong to our illustrious Commander!”

You mentally apologized to man you had named.

He wrinkled his brow. “Cullen’s? And what are they doing here?”

...Sod.

It was looking like you owed the man a few rounds now.

“Well, you know how Cullen is absolutely terrible at Wicked Grace?” “Ah, yes. I have heard stories. Varric, in particular, seems to like exposing him.”

You nodded, smiling thinly as you wracked your brain for ideas. “We were having a little too much fun tonight and the poor man lost as usual. Varric made the punishment to run a lap around Skyhold while stripping off clothing every hundred steps until he made it back to his office...unfortunately, he happened to drop these here and...well...knowing how close we are, he kind of begged me to come and get them for him. I believe it was ‘Maker take him lest he go into another man’s room naked to look for his breeches’.”

Solas’ expression was unreadable as he stared at you. You could feel the sweat running down your back, each breath you took feeling like it was leaving sediment in your lungs.

“I see,” he said simply.

You breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like he believed you.

“But he would not happen to have been wearing more than one pair, would he?”

You followed Solas’ line of sight. There, lying in full view, were the floral breeches everyone had agreed on.

Sera…!! you screamed internally. Elgar’nan, why couldn’t you have shoved those somewhere deeper?! Solas watched your panic with thoughtful eyes. “I am no fool, vhenan,” he stated, hand gently coming up to cup your face. “Tell me, what is the real reason you have come?”

You let his hand guide your gaze to his.

You weren’t sure what you should say now. Should you come clean or continue trying to weasel your way out of it?

Your arms tightened around the breeches as you took a deep breath. “Well, Solas, the thing is…” you trailed off, eyes flicking down as you suddenly remembered what exactly was on the clothes you were holding.

He didn’t miss the quirk in your expression -- or your downward gaze, for that matter -- and you didn’t miss how his eyes followed yours down to his crotch.

“It’s not what you think!” you sputtered before he could say anything, your face flushing as you clutched the pants to your chest. “I-I didn’t come here for that! This -- this is Sera’s handiwork!” you confessed. “I’m just -- I don’t think -- Breeches shouldn’t have sealing circles on them! Especially not on the crotch!” The words left your mouth before you had time to think. Realizing what you’d blurted out, you mentally facepalmed. You’d decided to burn them before Solas ever knew they existed, but here you were revealing their existence to him with your own mouth.

You looked up at him, blush still dusting your cheeks. “I-I’m not here to pressure you, Solas. You can be sure of that. Just…” You sighed, dropping your forehead against his chest. “Don’t tell anyone about this. Please.”

His chest rumbled gently as he laughed. “Of course, vhenan. Who knows what people would say if they knew their Inquisitor was rummaging through people’s drawers in the middle of the night? With those breeches, they might think you were out to sabotage the Inquisition. Definitely something better kept secret.” He gently took them from you, unfurling them and looking at them with raised brows. “Ah, yes. It very much seems like something Sera would do,” he mumbled, obviously remembering all the other pranks the blonde had pulled on him, his expression twisting into something of a grimace.

Memories of what you’d seen her to do others flashed through your mind and you looked at him with sympathy. You guessed that he had been a victim of a large part of her pranks, given how well they got along.

“This sealing circle is drawn with an alarming amount of accuracy,” he stated with intrigue. “Perhaps it originated from Tevinter? I hardly think the Circle mages would have thought of such things, let alone draw them out.”

You laughed dryly. “I was wondering that myself. Sera seems to keep some very…colorful company, ourselves included.”

“I have no doubt in my mind that you are right,” he replied, folding up the breeches carefully, “but you have yet to answer my question, vhenan."

He stared at you quietly, his gaze probing you for an answer.

“Well, I guess there’s no point trying to hide it anymore...and you’ve already found out about the breeches…”

You pointed your finger at him.

“That is why I came.”

His eyes followed your finger to his chest. The confusion was clear on his features.

“Your sweater, Solas. I swear you’ve cast some kind of Fade magic on it to make it easier to sleep in. I want one.” “My sweater…?” he parroted. It took him a moment to understand what you had just said to him.  “Vhenan, you are much more mysterious than I thought you to be,” he said, chuckling when he finally understood. “It is a first to have someone sneak into my room to take one of my sweaters. Dorian and Enchantress Vivienne seem to think them fit for hobos and while they are not particularly wrong, it is surprising to see that the Inquisitor, of all people, would deem them preferable to the fancy sleepwear available to one of their status.” Solas made his way to one of his drawers, pulling it open before rummaging inside. When he turned around, it was with a sweater in his hand, neatly folded and ready to be worn. ‘Take this, vhenan. It is newly washed and should serve your purpose well.” He grinned. “If you should ever need another, do not hesitate to ask.” He approached you and gently placed the sweater in your hands, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Go now and sleep, vhenan. You will need it for the coming days.”

You nodded obediently, turning and making your way for the door. A few steps shy, you stopped, peering over your shoulder at him.

“Solas...a question before I leave?”

“Ask away.”

“...What are you going to do with those breeches?”

He chuckled. “I know of a place where they would be put to better use. Do not worry, vhenan, for you will know soon enough.”