(Doflamingo x Reader)
Summary: The king of Dressrosa shares a midnight snack with you. Don't tell anyone. It's his little sugary secret.
Words: 1k
Tags: Doflamingo x afab!Reader, Reader & Doflamingo Are Married, Cuddling, Fluff, Size Difference, SFW, One Shot
A/N: I am sleep deprived, much like Doffy here. (Hugs him) It's okay, Doffy, let's cuddle, we can fall asleep easier like that. I wrote this ages ago cus I wanted a cuddle with Doffy in Dressrosa. Short and not detailed enough with descriptions for my liking, but I'm not that good quite yet with describing the SIZE of this man. Ugh, I love him. Would cuddle, cuddles would be 100000/10 with him. Wish I could make this Hammock NSFW Fic but hooo boy that intimidates me so it's SFW. Also, huh, my first actual fic(that I publish on tumblr)! Of course it would be Doffy. đЎ
You got woken up by some sort of sound of...
A bag?
It sounded like a bag. You realised the usual ten foot giant wasn't all wrapped around you, hugging you possessively. You blinked at the lack of him. The bed felt very big and very empty without him.
Then, you heard it. Crunching.
You perked up, shooting up in the bed. You knew that sound.
Cookies.
You floundered around for the switch of the bedside lamp. Once you found it, the illuminating orange light cast a small light around the large suite of the bedroom.
And there was the king of Dressrosa, satten on a circular coffee table, a lid full of cookies held in his left hand while his right hand grabbed the pile of cookies.
Upon the light hitting his handsome face, bare of his sunglasses, the king of Dressrosa froze like a cat caught catching a rat, pink eyes widening slightly.
You looked at Doflamingo. Doflamingo looked at you.Â
Silence.
Staring at you, he tossed another cookie into his large mouth, the crunch as he chewed on it filling the large bedroom.
You blinked, more bewildered than anything. It was still night out, but it must be very very early morning.
You wondered if he'd had a nightmare. Usually, you were able to keep them at bay with your presence, running your fingers through his hair and soothing him in his sleep until the nightmare ebbed away, chased away by your loving touch, but sometimes that didn't work.
âBefore you say anything,â said Doflamingo, his deep voice covering you with a weight similar to his feather coat. âI am the king. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. If I want to eat cookies at 3 amâŚâ The blond pulled the box closer to his stomach protectively. âI will eat cookies at 3 am.â
When you continued staring, Doflamingo added, âDon't tell Monet.â
Poor Monet has given Doflamingo trauma or something of the like because she always kept him on schedule. He could never escape his royal duties with Monet around. He'd tried, much like you did. You both got dragged back to the palace within thirty minutes, feeling properly ashamed from the cold, chilly gaze Monet gave you.
âI am the king, and I am hungry, so what if I'm eating cookies?â continued Doflamingo. âI deserve cookies. I work hard all day.â
âAnd I deserve to eat cookies. Iâm a Celestial Dragon, nobody can tell me what to do.â said Doflamingo. Was it you, or was he eating the cookies faster, as though afraid you would start scolding him any moment, stop him from indulging in the sweets? âEven if you're my wife, I won't listen to you. I won't abandon the cookies, and if you got a problem, then -â
âCan I have some?â you asked, breaking off Doflamingo's monologue.
He stopped. âHuh?â he asked, tilting his head, confused.
You couldn't help it anymore. You smiled, beaming at your husband while his thin, blond eyebrows furrowed in further confusion.
That was it. He looked so adorable when he was confused. You giggled.
âCookies,â you said, smiling, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. âCan I have some?â
Doflamingo dropped the cookie in his shock. His pink eyes stared at you for a moment, completely surprised.
Then, a huge, big, excited smile engulfed his face, stretching from ear to ear.
Without replying, Doflamingo hopped down from the table, carrying the box of cookies, and approached your side of the bed. Within a second, he lifted you into his arm, cradling you to his chest.Â
He chuckled at your squeal, the sound drumming against his bare chest.
With a twitch of fingers, he opened the doors of the balcony, and walked outside, into the night, carrying you and the cookie box. He sat himself down on the large hammock, placing you on his thigh.
The night in Dressrosa was fresh and warm, the entire country swathed in darkness, streets lit by the moonlight above. The stars glittered in the night sky. You stared up in awe at them until Doflamingoâs long digits cradled your jaw, demanding your attention. When you turned to him, he offered you a cookie. It looked incredibly small between his tanned, large fingers, like a blueberry.
The cookie was circular and thick, dusted with melted sugar. You ate it, chewing on it. It melted in your mouth.
You moaned happily. The cookie was delicious! The body was chewy and soft, like a muffin.
Doflamingo chuckled, the stars twinkling in his pink eyes. âTheyâre polvorones, a Dressrosan dessert.â
âDelicious,â you murmured, mouth watering, smiling.
Doflamingo hummed in agreement. He slid his large body down to lie down, lounging on the hammock, curling his long arm around you, pulling your head onto his shoulder, sliding your body onto his torso, where you laid atop his chest.
You took another polvorone from the bowl and offered it to him. Doflamingo outright grinned, a lewd smile on his face.
He laughed softly, the deep sound of it resounding across the balcony, across your very body.
He opened his mouth and ate the offered treat, moaning with each chew shamelessly, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you, his hands wrapped around your waist, thumbs caressing your hips.
You lost sensation in your palm.
âDelicious,â said Doflamingo after he swallowed, repeating your words back at you, the fierce gaze of his pink eyes melting your heart. âMelts right in my mouth.â
The long, tanned digits dragged up your spine. The king smirked, white teeth flashing. He tilted your chin up with his thumb, drawing your face up to his, making you look straight into his breathtaking eyes.
âJust like you,â he crooned with a smile of the half-crescent moon in the starry night sky.
Your beetroot face made your husband laugh again, the sound filling the night of Dressrosa.
In the morning, Monet, after not finding you or Doflamingo in the throne room, and after neither of you appeared at the breakfast table with the rest of the family, went looking for the two of you. Imagine her surprise when she found the royal bedroom to be empty. She was about to pull the alarm - Doflamingo must have swept you away to the sky again and you two were probably somewhere in the streets of Dressrosa or a restaurant, or worse, on another island - but then she went to check the balcony.
You and Doflamingo were sleeping in the hammock, Doflamingoâs long arm wrapped around your waist possessively, curled around you like a rope. His other arm covered your entire spine, his palm larger than your head cradling the back of your skull, his long fingers relaxed in your hair. You laid atop his torso, your head buried in his neck, the tips of your toes resting on his thighs. In your sleep, your hands were wrapped around his neck, your fingers buried in his short, soft blond hair. Both of you looked peaceful.
There were cookie crumbs on you both, an empty tray with remnants of polvorones on the table beside the hammock.
Monet let you and Doflamingo sleep, and called Diamante to let him know everything was all right.
You were safe, snuggled in the warmth of your husband, sleeping in the arms of your king.
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For anyone who is waiting on the link to the fic Iâm trying to locate, unfortunately there has been minimal progress as of yet, at least on my end. If youâd like to help, it would be much appreciated! And not just by me, as it appears! I will keep you updated if thereâs any progress :) thank you for being patient! Hopefully it will be found soon!
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I wanna see Tom Holland and/or Andrew Garfield read thirst tweets in character as Peter Parker and how they think heâd(respective to how they each portrayed him) react. I just think itâd be one of the most hysterical things to ever exist.
Help to find a fic
I canât remember was platform it was on which is the main problem;
Itâs established Bakugou x reader with developing relationship Kiri x Baku and Reader
Itâs ABO and Alpha Baku pursues Alpha Kiri without checking with reader and so she gets pissed and kinda almost breaks up w them
Baku wants them 3 in a relationship but heâs an idiot who doesnât know how to actually apologize so he tries to make reader jealous by getting Uraraka to sit on his lap and wear him jacket to âmake her realize he has options and that if she doesnât come back she can be replacedâ
Kiri gets pissed because wtaf is wrong with him and tries to talk to reader but she thinks he was in on it
Eventually she punches Uraraka and breaks her nose and when Baku tries to pull her away she punches him too
He tries to give her a scented gift as an indirect apology but itâs the same jacket he had put on Uraraka and he didnât even wash it just tried to âcover up her scentâ but it just makes matters worse
Heâs walking in the halls and stumbles across Present Mic and PM pretty much says that Baku is an idiot and that what he did only fucked up his relationship and that this stuff he got from his parents (via observation) wasnât how to actually do a relationship and that is was just their kind of foreplay
Baku asks Mic for help
And thatâs as far as I got and I desperately wanna finish reading it ;-;
âAh, welcome, Ms. Y/N! Thank you for accepting the job offer we extended to you. We are glad to have you with us. Your expertise on the subject will help us further our study on these mutations and what we can do to cure them. Now, I need you to study this information Iâm going to be giving you. You are about to meet the eleven inmates that currently reside in this institution and it is vital you follow all the rules in place for each one. We will soon be proceeding to meet each one.
And may I remind youâŚ
These individuals are extremely dangerous.â
In this world, mutations, renamed as âQuirksâ, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called âQuirksâ. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. Youâve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easierâŚ
Right?
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[TAGLIST IS CLOSED]
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Cannon âHCâ:
Inmates from most to least likely to hurt you [asked by anon]
How loud the inmates are in bed [asked by anon]
How the inmates would react to Aizawa calling you âSweetcheeksâ [asked by anon]
What would the inmates talk about besides their quirks and crimes [asked by @dementedinc-blog]
Headcannons:
Inmates finding you out on a jog a month later - Part 2 [asked by @yoshimochii]
How the inmates react to you having period cramps [asked by anon]
How the inmates would react to you wearing a wedding ring [asked by anon]
Fanart:
Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @simply-not-the-same
Inmate Tamaki Amajiki by @srcpcsohaâ
Inmate Hitoshi Shinso by @srcpcsohaâ
Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @blissfullyrheaâ
Inmate Katsuki Bakugo by @melonecc
Inmates Denki Kaminari and Izuku Midoriya by @yugisamma
Scientist Aizawa and Assistant Momo by @melonecc
Mochiâs Headcannon Scene with Midoriya by @melonecc
Aberration Spotify Playlist by @beels-burger-babe
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Various MHA x Fem!Reader
Horror/Thriller/Yandere
Warnings: Will contain mentions of murder, assault, cannibalism, stalking, torture, arson, terrorism, and other felonies, Yandere themes, Sexual assault, Mental illness, abuse. Will add more as I write. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR. DARK CONTENT.
Disclaimer: Characters are aged-up. I do not own MHA nor do these personalities represent the writers, characters or VAs of the show. This is strictly fiction and for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Loosly inspired by @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l amazing story Zemblanity and @gaiyofanfiction story Twisted Karnival
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alternatively:
*pulls out Ouija Board*
*during a truth or dare game*
Hinata: I dare Y/N to prank call their dad
Y/N, taking out their phone: really? Ok
Y/N: hey siri, call dad
Siri: calling 'daddy'
Y/N, panicking: OH NO STO-
*Asahi's phone rings*
Asahi, blushing: ââ
Summary: Kaminariâs daughter wants to play dress up, so he becomes a princess for the evening.
Wordcount:Â 1808
âMommy, can we play dress up?â You wave a tired hand at your daughter, who was following you around the room. You could feel her tugging onto your dress as you laid out paper plates and plastic silverware.
 Today was a special day; it was the baby shower for the unborn twins inside your belly. Lucky for you, they have been calm so you can get things done, but now your six year old is demanding your attention. âMiuko, I canât. Iâm setting up the party for your siblings. Today we get to find out if the babies are boys or girls.â
 Miuko puffed out her chubby cheeks, pulling on her dirty blonde pigtails. âBut I wanna play princess tea party!â Her hair started to become staticy and her strands started to stand on end as she crossed her arms, pouting on the couch.
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