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Maybe like me, some won't follow the official list, so I made this quick list for your yumeships/oc x canon.

I wanted to include more detailed concepts and prompts, but I decided to keep the fact that in Inktober, only one word is used.

Doflamingo would be home today. That was her first thought as she opened her eyes the next morning. Her stomach immediately bubbled with anxiety at the thought of it. A part of her missed him. Not that she’d admit it. But it was rather boring without him.

At breakfast, Doflamingo’s arrival was all anyone was talking about. Apparently (Y/N) wasn’t the only one who was informed of his early homecoming. Some of them seemed excited, mainly Trebol, and others seemed indifferent, like Gladius. The family of course ignored her presence as they always did. Even Baby and Viola. But she didn’t mind. It was rather nice to be treated as if she didn’t exist.

(Y/N) enjoyed her solitude here. She liked to pretend she didn’t exist and it was easy to do here whenever she wanted to disappear. No one ever bothered her besides Doflamingo, but when he wasn’t around, she could fade into the background with ease. Unfortunately that wouldn’t last long—

“I hope you’re ready to be punished when the Young Master gets back.” Trebol’s sickening voice broke through (Y/N)’s thoughts.

She perked her head up in confusion.

“For?” She asked, setting down her cup of coffee, brow raised.

“For leaving the palace. You know your place. And don’t think I didn’t tell him ya ran off.” He pointed a large finger in her direction gleefully.

“She was with us.” Viola piped up.

“Yeah, she was supervised the whole time.” Baby 5 added.

Trebol deflated for a brief second before his shit-eating grin returned. He laughed, sickeningly so.

“Doesn’t matter. She was supposed to stay put, not wander off. He won’t be happy when he gets a hold of ya!” He bellowed from across the table.

(Y/N) just scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She spoke with him last night. He didn’t sound upset. Unless she was his first call. She tried not to be worried but deep down she feared she might be in trouble.

Thankfully Baby and Viola were there to vouch for her. As Trebol guffawed at the table over what punishment she might receive, (Y/N) stood from her chair and left, not wanting to entertain him further.. Back in the room, it was her last chance to work out before he got home. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to once he was home.

She started out with pushups. She did about ten until her arms shook and begged her to stop. Then she moved on to squats. She worked out for hours before finally collapsing onto the bed. As she laid flat on her back, legs dangling from the mattress, something caught her eye.

The box. It sat on top of the dresser, lid skewed. One of the straps hung outside of the box limply. (Y/N) sighed, rubbing both hands down her face in exhaustion. What was she going to do? It was truly humiliating for him to dress her up like a doll. Especially in something like that .

However, Trebol’s laughter echoed in her ears. It sent a jolt of fear through her, settling in her belly. What if Doflamingo was pissed? What if she really was in trouble when he got home this evening? Maybe if she put on the lingerie it would soften the blow.

(Y/N) paced the room nervously until lunch. Mainly just chewing her nails out of habit and talking to the cat about her worries. That and picking the lingerie out of the box, looking at it, shaking her head in disgust, and then putting it back. After some incoherent mumbling to herself she finally decided she’d put it on. It wasn’t a promise to him but more of a self-defense mechanism.

The Numanica Flamingo was only hours away from the shores of Dressrosa. The ship was bobbing around in the waves as Doflamingo sat at his desk in the captain’s quarters, Diamanté sitting on the sofa he was clearly too big for. The light overhead swayed with the motion of the ship, casting odd shadows across the room. The red candles on his bedside table flickered ominously.

Diamanté sat with a drink in his hand, taking a swig occasionally as the two men sat in a content silence as Doflamingo jotted things down: Diamanté was unsure if it was work related or not. Finally, Doflamingo piped up.

“I’m ready to be home, this ship is exhausting.” Doflamingo breathed out, sighing and running a hand through his hair.

Diamanté chuckled, taking a drink.

“I hear that. That storm last night was pretty rough. Wasn’t sure if we were going to make it home.” He said with a smile.

Doflamingo hummed in agreement, his mind clearly elsewhere. He leaned his cheek on his fist, elbow resting on the desktop.

“You know Diamanté, I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” He started.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Especially since that girl showed up.” Diamanté said boldly.

Doflamingo let out an unsatisfied ‘hmph’, not even looking at him. But he didn’t elaborate immediately.

“Is it about her?” Diamanté asked, tilting his head curiously, a sneer on his lips.

Doflamingo nodded.

“Isn’t it always?” He joked, a half-hearted smile gracing his features. “But I was thinking, maybe…” He hesitated, tapping his finger on the desk. “Oh never mind… You’ll disagree with me anyways.” He huffed, waving his hand dismissively.

Diamanté raised a brow curiously.

“Not necessarily, but go on Doffy, what is it?” He encouraged, downing the rest of his drink.

Doflamingo looked unsure, he had a slight frown and he tapped his fingers idly. He then went against his better judgment and spoke.

“Well…. I want to ask her to marry me.” He admitted timidly, avoiding Dimanté’s eye.

Diamanté was shocked, needless to say. He knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth would be bad but he didn’t think it would be that bad. He blinked a couple of times, mouth open.

“Marry her!?” He said, astonished, slamming his glass on Doflamingo’s desk. “You can’t marry her! She wouldn’t even agree to that!”

Doflamingo’s face soured. The vein in his forehead protruded and his jaw tightened. His frown remained the same.

“And why wouldn’t she say yes? I’m a desirable man, am I not? I have everything a woman like her could ask for. Sex, money, drugs, booze. It’s all hers. Why wouldn’t she say yes?” Doflamingo said hastily, standing from his chair.

“I’m not saying you’re not, Doffy.” Diamanté backtracked, holding his hands up defensively. “I’m just saying she doesn’t seem to be the type to settle down. And to be honest, neither are you.”

Doflamingo’s shoulders relaxed and he huffed.

“That’s what makes us so compatible, don't you think? She’s a free spirit, wild and needs to be tamed. And clearly I’m the man for the job. She’s becoming more docile. I’ve almost got her.” A sinister smile slowly started to form.

Diamanté sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“I just don’t get what you see in a girl like that. She’s just some filthy, low-level pirate. You’ve had prettier girls than that one, what’s with her?“ Diamanté asked.

Doflamingo’s smile vanished quickly. Anger shook through him. He didn’t like to hear his men talk so lowly of his lover.

“I don’t care what you think of her.” He said sternly, crashing both of his fists into the wood of the desk, sending papers flying. “She’s different.” He said quieter, more sure sounding.

“Different how?”

Doflamingo couldn’t reveal too much about her. He respected her enough to keep her secrets hidden. Although his fixation started long before he knew of her past. The new information only encouraged him.

“She’s calm yet she loves to run her mouth. She stands up to me. She’s opinionated, self-destructive, angry, and quiet. She doesn’t fear me in the same way others do. And I’ve always just had a feeling about her, long before we even met. I’ve always known.” Doflamingo said, his tone longing.

Diamanté was silent. He didn’t reply, just shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t like to see his captain so emotional. It wasn’t a good look for him. It made him seem weak. She made him weak.

“Besides,” Doflamingo continued, sitting back down as he adjusted his glasses, heart pounding,” “I won’t ask her yet. Soon, but not yet. I know she won’t agree.”

“Then why bother?” Diamanté finally spoke up.

“Because she’ll cave. She always does. She loves me, she just won't admit it to herself yet.”

Back at the palace, (Y/N) was preparing for Doflamingo’s return. She was soaking in the tub, fresh out of the shower. She wanted to feel clean before she let him crawl all over her and defile her again. She couldn’t lie, he was amazing but it didn’t erase the shame and regret she felt every time he touched her.

The lingerie hung from the back of the bathroom door beside her robe. It was a beautiful vintage piece. It was a babydoll styled lingerie piece, light pink and sheer. Most likely made from chiffon. The straps were thin and pink, adorned with dainty bows at the shoulder. The neckline was low, also covered in bows as well as ruffles. The base was short and layered with the same bows and ruffles

It reminded her of something out of the 1970s. It was certainly gorgeous but she didn’t want to wear it for him. Her eyes remained glued to it as she finished up her bath. The dress bunched up at the breast and flowed out around her hips, giving a dainty, feminine, romantic feel. She slid it on over her head, letting it fall over her body.

It was so sheer that it was merely for play and it came with no underwear so there was literally nothing left to the imagination. (Y/N) squirmed in her outfit, hair dripping onto her shoulders and down her back.

She wanted to make sure that she was properly prepared for him when he came home.

He’d be home any minute now. The sun was beginning to set as she rubbed lavender scented lotion into her skin. It was brand new, she had bought it on her shopping trip with Baby. She applied her brand new perfume as well, hoping it would entice him.

(Y/N) made her way back into the bedroom, legs shaking as she entered. Mainly due to her workouts but partially due to her nerves. She lit some scented candles, poured them each a glass of his favorite wine and perched herself up in the bed and waited. The first glass she drained to help calm herself down.

How she hoped this would deter him from the fact that she left the palace. Maybe he wouldn’t even care at all and all of this was for no reason. Maybe none of it would matter in the end and she would be punished regardless. She poured herself another glass, already feeling the heat rising up her neck and ears.

Thirty minutes had passed. The sun was now down completely. The room was dark except for the candles that illuminated the bed just enough for him to be able to make out her figure when he entered. Yet he never came.

She drank another glass. Then another. His sat untouched, the bottle now empty as she filled her final glass. She was dizzy with intoxication. Hours had passed, the candles were now burned down to nothing but melted wax, now extinguished. (Y/N) was frustrated and at the same time relieved. Also embarrassed.

She put so much effort into herself just for him to not even show. She put on what he wanted her to wear and then bailed on her. (Y/N) was starting to feel rather resentful. Then her stomach twisted.

What if something happened to him?

What if he got caught in a storm?

What if he’s being held captive by the government?

A million different reasons ran through her mind. She was a drunk, exhausted mess. After some time, she began to fall asleep. (Y/N) was laid out on her stomach, leg hiked and face buried in the pillow. She was still dressed in the lingerie he insisted she wear for his return, leaving her completely bare and exposed.

She was so soundly asleep that the sound of the creaking door didn’t wake her. The room was pitch black except for the moonlight that shined through the curtains onto her sprawled out body in the bed. Doflamingo crept inside, wide eyed and grinning at the sight before him. He circled the bed like a vulture, stopping at the end of the bed.

Her cunt glistened in the moonlight, her legs spread wide open. Doflamingo licked his lips, palming himself through his pants. He couldn’t believe she actually put it on for him. He adored the way it left her completely exposed.

(Y/N) was sleeping hard. So hard in fact she didn’t even feel him climb onto the foot of the bed, crawling towards her with a grin. His coat and shoes thudded quietly to the floor as he stalked towards her. He was locked in on her wet heat.

Doflamingo ran a finger up her thigh, making her twitch. He spread open her folds with two fingers, examining her. Then he leaned in close, inhaling her deeply as he shuddered. He went ahead and licked a strip from her clit to ass yet it didn’t wake her.

(Y/N) shifted in her sleep, unknowingly spreading her legs further for her captor. He hummed in satisfaction before diving in. He went directly to her sweet spot. At first he was subtle, licking and sucking softly just to see if she’d wake. And when she didn’t he increased.

Doflamingo latched onto her, wrapping his lips around her clit while he sucked, flicking his tongue over it. That’s when she started to stir. She moaned softly, hiking her leg further as she squeezed the pillow. He groaned into her pussy and buried his face deeper.

(Y/N)’s eyes began to flutter open. She was beginning to stir. Finally, he thought. He reached out with his massive hands, grabbing her ass and spreading her open further. This made her eyes shoot open.

“W-what..?” She murmured, looking over her shoulder in confusion.

She could hardly see him but she knew it was Doflamingo. He pulled back from between her legs, chin and lips soaked with her, a big grin on his face as he licked her from his lips.

“You’re awake.” He said just above a whisper.

“A-are you..?” She stuttered, wide eyed, cheeks warm in embarrassment and arousal. “Where have you been?” She murmured.

Doflamingo’s fingers found her hole as she spoke.

“Sorry. Didn’t realize I had kept you waiting. I went for a drink with Diamanté as soon as we docked.” He pushed one long finger inside, curling it as he began to pump in and out. “If I had known you’d actually cooperate I would have been home sooner.”

Doflamingo pushed the lingerie up, exposing her ass and pussy completely.

“Now, where were we?” He said eagerly before shoving his face back between her legs.

(Y/N) inhaled sharply as his long tongue found her spot again. She gripped the pillows as she braced herself. She knew this was coming and yet she was still surprised.

“Ah! Fuck!” She groaned into the pillow.

“Louder.” He grumbled into her, making her twitch.

However, she obliged, moaning louder. He chuckled into her, making her cry out even more. She was already so close, she could feel it building up in her lower belly.

Doflamingo felt her walls tightening around his finger and her clit throbbing under his tongue.

“That’s it, come for me, come all over my face.” He encouraged, his breath warm on her already soaked core.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m close, so fucking close!” She whimpered, spreading her legs and arching her hips and ass up towards his face.

Doflamingo used his free hand to slap her ass, hard. Making her whine as he watched the recoil. It left a swollen handprint on her ass. Her climax was impending, she was almost there. Her thighs began to shiver and her walls were tight around his finger. The sounds of his tongue slurping at her pussy sent her over the edge at last.

She practically screamed as she came undone around him. Her cunt pulsated and her clit twitched and throbbed. Doflamingo didn’t stop however, he helped her ride through her orgasm. Once she was an overstimulated, drooling mess, he pulled his cream covered finger from her and licked it clean before wiping off his wet face.

“Good girl, you came so hard for me, didn’t you?” He said, rubbing the handprint on her ass where he slapped her. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

He grabbed her legs, straightening them out before pulling her closer to him. That’s when he began to undress. He popped each button of his shirt slowly, clearly putting on a show for her. (Y/N) flipped over onto her back, giving him a better view as he undressed.

Doflamingo’s cock was leaving a wet imprint on his pants. He was already leaking precum. He undid his belt with precision, his eyes and grin never leaving her. He pulled his hardened cock out, letting a string of precum drip down onto the bed.

“On your knees.” He commanded, stroking himself.

(Y/N) obliged, flipping onto her stomach again as she got on her knees facing him. Doflamingo guided his cock to her lips. Her eyes met his as she opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure if he’d even fit. He was so big it was almost impossible. But she managed.

First, she licked a strip up the underside of his dick, making him shiver. She then placed the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and lingering on the underneath. Her hand traveled up his thigh before she filled her hand with his balls. Both of them practically spilled from her hand, they were so big.

Doflamingo groaned, throwing his head back as she squeezed gently, kneading his balls in her hand as she sucked his dick. Finally, she began to take more of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she audibly sucked.

“You’re such a good girl, sucking my cock like that.” He moaned out, gripping a fistful of her hair as he bucked his hip.

(Y/N) let the vibrations of her grumble travel up his cock, making him whimper, his knees buckling. She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. She couldn’t take him fully, but she took enough of him. His cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth, indicating he was close.

Suddenly, he popped himself from her mouth, leaving her mouth empty and drooling.

“Not yet. I have to feel you.” He said, his voice raspy and aroused.

In one swift motion he reached down, grabbing her hips and flipping her around so she was ass up on her hands and knees. Without any warning, he pushed inside her. Slow. He knew he couldn’t just slam into her. He knew his size was too much.

She yelped as a mixture of pain and pleasure surged through her. She arched, throwing her head back as he began to pump inside her. Only half of his cock fit inside her, but it was enough to satisfy him. She was by far the tightest lover he had ever had.

His balls slapped her clit as he fucked her slowly. As he felt his balls tighten and his cock growing harder, he gave her a warning.

“Fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth, “I’m so— “ He didn’t even finish speaking before he came.

“FUCK, (Y/N)!” He bellowed, filling her to the brim with his cum.

She whimpered and whined as he filled her full. Before he even could pull out of her, he was seeping out of her pussy. With a final shudder he removed himself before collapsing onto the bed next to her on his back, cock still throbbing the cool air as it began to deflate. He pulled her close, snuggling into her chest. He sighed longingly as he traced patterns on her stomach with his fingers. That’s when he said something that made her heart stop—