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sunandflame · 2 days ago

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Donquixote Doflamingo NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw

Word Count: 579

Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader

crossposted on AO3

Dominant, Always

Doflamingo is extremely dominant, and there is no such thing as a truly equal power exchange with him—he sets the rules, he breaks them, and you follow.

He’ll pin you with just a look, smirk curling when he watches you squirm.

He doesn’t ask—he expects. His touch is commanding, and he uses your reactions to gauge how deeply you’re under his control.

If you dare try to take control? He’ll flip the dynamic violently fast, overpower you and make you beg just to remind you who’s in charge.

“You thought you were leading? Cute. Try again.”

String Play

His Ito Ito no Mi gives him a terrifying advantage in bed.

He’ll tie you up with invisible strings and suspend you mid-air, legs spread, arms limp, totally exposed.

Can control your limbs like a puppet, forcing you to touch yourself—or him—while he watches.

Uses strings to tease, stroke, restrain, choke (if you consent), and control the pace of your climax with surgical precision.

“You're not allowed to finish until I say so. Understood?”

Sadist With Style

Doflamingo loves control through suffering—but he's refined about it.

He’ll drag things out just to watch you break: edging, overstimulation, denial.

Likes biting, marking, and slapping, especially when you moan like you hate it but keep begging for more.

Might laugh softly while watching tears stream down your face—not from cruelty, but from the delicious confirmation that he owns your body.

Praise and Degradation (Both)

His praise is intoxicating because it’s rare. You’ll earn it through obedience or by truly impressing him. “You took me so well. I should keep you like this—ruined, dripping, begging for more.”

He loves to degrade with elegance: “A royal pet on her knees... You were born for this, weren’t you?”

Kinks & Preferences

Bondage & Restraint – both with strings and golden cuffs he’ll have custom-made for you.

Power exchange – you're his possession, his plaything, his doll. But if you disobey smartly? It excites him.

Exhibitionism – he enjoys making you scream where others might hear. Bonus if his subordinates see the afterglow and know what happened.

Breeding & Ownership – he might say he doesn’t care, but the thought of you being filled by him satisfies a deep, twisted instinct.

Control Over Climax

Doflamingo controls everything, especially your pleasure. He plays you like a violin.

If you come without permission? He’ll make you do it again and again until you're overstimulated and shaking.

If he’s pleased? He’ll command you to finish with a soft “Now.” And you will.

Aftercare?

Only rarely—and only if you matter to him.

He’s not the type to coo or cuddle, but he’ll light a cigar, sit you in his lap, and press his face to your throat while you come down from the high.

If he’s feeling possessive, he’ll clean you himself—lazily wiping you with a cloth, tsking at how messy you got from him.

No sweet words, just: “Rest now. I’m not finished with you.”

Jealous & Possessive in Bed

Doflamingo doesn't share.

If someone even looks at you wrong, he’ll fuck you so hard they hear you scream through the stone walls.

He marks you—visibly—neck, thighs, inner wrists. You’re a walking display of who you belong to.

Final Thoughts

Sex with Doflamingo is a psychological game as much as physical. It’s intense, theatrical, dominating—and somewhere beneath all the cruelty, there’s a need. A twisted desire to own someone completely, because deep down, he knows what it feels like to lose everything.

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hannahbarberra162 · 1 day ago

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Any thoughts on Mafia AU of the Whitebeard pirates?

Well.

The WBP don’t inspire thoughts of a Mafia AU for me but Doffy sure does. I know this is actually not what you asked at all but I’m gonna drop it below because…………I wanna. It's that red suit - it does things to me.

WC: ~3k

TW: dub con, Doffy, forced exhibitionism, dark

The chain connecting your collar to the table above your head jingled as you moved backwards slightly in anticipation of Master sitting down for his meal. As for every dinner, you were nude and chained under the table as you awaited the arrival of the mafia Don who owned you, Donquixote Doflamingo. The thin golden chain did little to actually keep you from escaping; you could probably break the malleable metal if you really tried. It wasn’t the chain or collar that kept you in your place - it was the man who’d put them on you.

Who owned you completely, from your perfectly styled hair down to the expertly manicured nails of your feet.

Donquixote Doflamingo.

“Where’s my money?” Donquixote Dolfamingo said as he sat in your brother’s gaming chair. His legs were crossed and his hands steepled as he considered you and your brother with an easy grin. It was almost laughable to see such a powerful, strong, large man in the cheap rolling chair but you didn’t dare move, much less smile. He strode into your shitty apartment minutes before, his minions busting the door wide open and pulling the two of you out of your beds to bring you in front of the mafia Don. You inhaled sharply through your nose as the Don asked for his money, making him turn to you.

Now you were kneeling at his feet in only your pajamas, your hands behind your head and wishing you’d worn something with a little more coverage as you shivered in the cold night air. Your spaghetti strap top provided no protection against the chilly wind coming through the cracked window and your nipples pebbled in the cold air. You’d never met Doflamingo before, never even laid eyes on him, but by the way your brother’s face drained of color it was evident he knew why the Don was in your apartment. You didn’t scream as you were dragged from your room, too in shock to process what was happening.

“Oh? She doesn’t know, Bobby? Your sweet sister doesn’t know what you get up to at night?” Doflamingo asked with a cruel smile. Turning to you, his smile widened as he continued speaking. “Your brother here likes to borrow money and spend it on gambling and drugs,” he said as your brother steadfastly avoided looking at you. Your stomach sank - it was drugs again. “But this time he borrowed more than he could handle, isn’t that right Bobby? And ran off to hide behind his sister. And look where that got you, your sister kneeling before the Don himself,” he said as he leaned forward to pinch your cheek between two large fingers. You knew better than to lean back from the Don’s cruel fingers as the pinch made your face ache.

You thought about the Don’s words - Bobby had begged you a few weeks prior to let him sleep on your couch. He had looked worse for the wear, his eyebags dark and his face sunken in, but he’d sworn he wasn’t on drugs again. The city had been polluted by a new dealer named Joker, who’d brought in newer, more addicting drugs. They were said to be 10 times more potent but 100 times more addicting.

“Bobby, baby, I’m not gonna ask you again. Where’s my money?” Doflamingo said with a smile as he gestured to your brother with the gun. The Don had a glock in his hand that he was waving as he gesticulated, almost casual in his movements. You winced, hoping the Don wasn’t careless with his aim. Up until this night, you’d never even seen a gun in real life.

“D-Donquixote, I - I can explain, I can get-” your brother's words were cut off as the Don pistol whipped him across the face, blood spattering on your pajamas as you whimpered and closed your eyes. Bobby spit on the thin carpet and a bloody tooth fell out of his mouth.

“I didn’t ask for an explanation or for you to get the money. I asked you where it is,” Doflamingo stated, once again leaning back in the gaming chair. He was wearing reflective sunglasses so you were unsure if he was looking at you, if at all. A shiver went down your spine as some creep who looked like he needed to blow his nose leered at you.

“It’s g-gone, please Doflamingo, you - you have to understand -” Your brother stopped speaking as Doflamingo frowned and stood up, putting the barrel of the gun against your brother’s forehead.

“There is nothing I have to do,” he spat, pushing the gun harder into the side of your brother’s head. Bobby closed his eyes and whimpered as you pressed your lips together. “My money’s gone, and where does that leave me, Bobby? What am I gonna do now? You owe a lot and unless you can pay me back tonight, there’s not gonna be much left of your family,” the Don said, his grin growing even wider as he made a forward motion with his index finger. A young man in a horned baseball cap viciously kicked your brother in the stomach, making him double over in pain.

Holding back your tears as the boy continued kicking your brother, you cast your eyes downward. You desperately wanted to yell at the Don to stop, throw yourself over your baby brother to protect him from the beating, to do anything to prevent what was about to happen.

You’d bailed out Bobby so many times before, since childhood really. It felt like every time you got some money saved or something went your way, Bobby showed up on your step with his hand out and a sob story to match. You always helped him, he was your little brother, but Bobby had finally gotten himself in so deep he couldn’t get out, and it looked like you wouldn’t either. This was it, the end of the line, you’d die and never even gotten to go to Bali like you’d always wanted - you gathered your courage to speak to the Don, an idea in your mind.

“How much does he owe?” you asked in a small voice, still looking at the Don’s polished leather shoes.

“Over 5 million beri. Are you going to pay for dear little brother?” he asked, putting the barrel of his gun under your chin and pushing your face upward. Donquixote’s thin eyebrow was raised over his glasses.

“N-not all tonight, but I have some savings. And I can-” you took a deep breath before you continued, “I can work for you to pay off the debt. I’m good at-”

“I don’t need any more workers,” Donquixote replied, as his face turned impassive, the maniacal grin drooping slightly. You closed your eyes as the barrel pushed further into the soft skin under your chin and awaited your fate. Everything was quiet for a few moments as a tear tracked down your cheek, the only sound your brothers soft groans.

“I don’t need workers but I do want a new pet,” the Don stated, your eyes snapping to his gleaming sunglasses. The unnerving smile had returned to his face but the gun didn’t move as you tried to swallow. Your face must have showed the confusion you felt because Donquixote continued speaking.

“Sell yourself to me for the cost of your brother’s debt. Not forever of course,” the Don purred, removing the barrel from your face as his fingers now stroked your cheek. “It would only be for a few years, or until I release you, whichever comes first. We can hammer out the contract at my penthouse.” Your eyes traveled to look at your brother as the boy ground his hand onto the floor under his shoe, but Doflamingo captured your jaw in his hand, squeezing it harshly. You tried not to whine but the pain was growing by the moment. “Pay attention. Do you accept?”

“Wh- what would I have to do?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the Don. He licked his lips as he released your jaw.

“Does it matter? Either you become my pet or you and Bobby, well, what’s left of you can be buried next to your parents,” he said with a laugh. This time you were able to catch Bobby’s eyes - you’d seen that look so many times before. He was pleading with you to take the offer, to take on his debt at the cost of your own freedom. You didn’t want to be in the service of the Don, but you were the older sister and your parents had made you promise to always take care of your trouble prone younger brother.

“And his debt will be gone? He won’t owe anything?” you asked, biting your lip.

“Free as a bird, no money owed,” he said, spreading his hands as if in a gesture of goodwill. You took one last glance at your brother before taking a deep breath.

“I accept.”

Since that fateful night, you’d become pet to one of the most powerful men in the world. You’d been so anxious that night, you hadn’t read through the contract fully, just signed away your body and soul to Donquixote Doflamingo for an indeterminate amount of time. Just like you agreed, you’d do whatever Master told you to. Including the dinner time ritual.

Every night, you were primped by attendants for dinner, your gold collar polished to shining. The thin metal leash attached to an eye hook under the table and you awaited the arrival of Master. You’d long since learned what the Don wanted you to call him by means of a wicked spanking the first time you’d used his name.

“Pets don’t call their owners by their names, do they?” Donquixote had crooned as his large palm caressed your deep red ass. You were splayed over his lap, one of his hands pinning your wrists behind your back. Ass high in the air, Donquixote rubbed your tender skin almost soothingly, as if he hadn’t been the one to cause the injury.

“N-no, Master,” you hiccuped as your tears and snot mixed on his thigh, your face buried into his expansive lap. You were ruining one of his expensive red suits but there wasn’t much you could do in your current position.

“No, they don’t. Now apologize,” he said softly, gripping one cheek in his fingers.

“I’m s-sorry, Master,” you said, hoping the spanking was over but not daring to move.

“You’re nearly forgiven, Pet,” he’d said, pulling his belt out of the loops of his pants.

But that was months prior, things were much smoother now for Master. He’d brought you to heel, even if you did need occasional reminders. Now you knew what was expected of you most of the time and acted as he had taught you. Like at dinner, where you’d wait underneath the table until Master gave you the signal. You sat back on your heels as far as you could to allow his long legs as much room as he liked. If you didn’t allow Master enough space he might make you lick his shoes clean again and that hadn’t been an experience you wanted to replicate.

Master arrived shortly thereafter, sitting down at the head of the table. You heard the scraping of chairs against the wooden floor but kept your gaze trained on Master. You had to be ready for his signal otherwise he’d be displeased. Even though you couldn’t see above the table, you’d been at enough dinners to know what was happening. Sr. Pink was engaging with Baby 5 about her day, Buffalo was arguing with Dellinger, Diamante was laughing at something Vergo said, and Master was ruminating. If he had been in a pleasant mood, he would have been talking to Vergo, you thought.

You waited to determine if the food helped soothe his ire but Master barely spoke at dinner. You heard a bottle of wine being uncorked so Master was likely drinking. You braced yourself for the night to come, hoping that dessert would sway Master away from his bad mood. After a while, another wine bottle was uncorked and you felt his index finger tap your jaw twice as his legs widened their stance. You licked your lips and crawled between Master’s legs, reaching for his belt buckle. With practiced movement, you were able to undo his belt and unzip his pants with little noise; Master didn’t like for you to make sounds until he was ready.

His cock was hardening under your fingertips as you guided his cock out of his suit pants. Even though you sucked him off at least once a day, his size always intimidated you when you began. Master tapped your jaw again once and settled his hand at the base of your neck, his fingers curling into the golden collar. It gave you even less room to breathe but you weren’t going to dislodge his hand.

He was fucking pissed you thought. You sent one final prayer to whoever would listen that he’d calm down with head and wine before you began licking up his shaft with your tongue. Making your way to the head of his cock, you gently took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks with the effort to suck. Master liked high pressure on his cock, which was hard to maintain, but you always tried your best.

You bobbed your head, taking care that none of your teeth scraped his shaft as the tip began hitting the back of your throat. Master had rid you of your gag reflex as one of the first trainings you’d endured so that you’d be able to suck him the way he enjoyed. The chain jangled as you worked but the tinny sound only made Master harder as he toyed with the chain with his second hand. He soon moved it to one of your breasts, toying now with your nipple in lieu of the chain.

His fingers uncurled from the collar but you had no time to enjoy the relief as he put his palm on the back of your head and pushed you forward. You inhaled through your nose and tried your best to relax your muscles as Master’s cock pushed further and further down your throat. Master’s fingers gripped your hair as you tried to maintain momentum for him. He pulled out his cock to slap your cheek gently a few times but the respite was brief as he pulled you back onto him quickly.

Your jaw ached and drool was running down your chin by the time he was close. Master’s cock began twitching so you took a gamble and placed your hands on his inner thighs. You’d done it once and been rewarded with a private stroll in the gardens so perhaps it would please him again. Master grunted and his fingertips rubbed your scalp. You could have cried from relief - Master liked the gesture and was now bucking his hips slightly into your mouth.

Moving as fast as your neck allowed, you pushed yourself all the way to the base of his shaft and tried tightening your throat. You maintained momentum, deep throating Master’s cock as a tremor in his leg warned you of his upcoming orgasm. Master’s legs shifted and you were rewarded with a small grunt as his hot come spurted down your throat. His grip was tight on your nipple, it was going to hurt the next day, but you didn’t dare stop. Letting up on the suction, you pulled yourself off him and made sure to lick any remaining come off of him. You removed your hands from his thighs and went back down on all fours, your tits swaying with your movement.

A few moments later, one of his hands appeared below the table with a piece of chocolate held in his palm. You nuzzled into his hand and began eating, savoring the rare treat at the dinner table. The tips of his fingers curled up to cradle your jaw as you ate the last few remaining bites. Suddenly the grasp tightened as you heard familiar laughter ring out. Instinct had you wanting to shrink back but the chain and hand kept you in place.

“Up now, Pet. Time for my dessert.” Master disconnected the end of the chain from the hook with practiced ease and tugged once. The sweet dessert in your mouth turned sour as you brought yourself up from under the table, crawling between Master’s legs to perch on his lap. He kept the end of your chain in his hand while the other came to squeeze your thigh. His large hands were able to encompass your entire upper thigh, his fingertips close to your center. You only had a few moments before his cock would harden again and he’d take you in any way that struck his fancy.

He’d bent you over the table, over his chair, had you ride him, had you on your back on the dining table, fingered you, ate you out, and so much more - all in front of the Family. You’d long since become adept at avoiding their gazes and focusing on Master as if he was the only person in the room. Some members of the family liked to watch, some would leave, and some would continue eating as if nothing was happening.

Apparently he’d had a few pets before you, but none had lasted as long or had been as favored. Master’s fingers crawled forward and you parted your thighs, not wanting to show any hesitance or defiance. Your body had become inured to the nightly routine, preparing itself for what was guaranteed to happen.

“So wet already, Pet. You’re being a good girl for me tonight,” Master said in a low voice into your ear. You shivered from his nearness, but leaned back into his chest, his pink feathery coat tickling the back of your arms. You’d take whatever false comfort you could find, even if it was in the arms of the Don.

“I’ll make sure you enjoy dessert too,” he said with a laugh, the fingers gripping your thigh bruising the delicate skin.

“Master always takes care of his pets.”

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