The Worst [Doflamingo x Reader]

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"Let it be."

Your eyebrows furrowed closer if possible, you freezing in place and looking back at him.

"Doffy..."

"I'd like to be alone, (Y/N), if you don't mind," he murmured as he stared out the window, bringing a leg up and resting the sole of his shoe on the seat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but it was clear that he needed to be alone, so you just nodded instead, completely turning towards the door.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me."



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It was late at night when Doflamingo marched into the improvised living room.

You were laying on the couch, peacefully reading a book you had bought that same day.

Peeling your eyes from the page, you observed his tall figure, and his lips pressed in a thin line as he stared right back at you.

The blond crossed the space between you two and grabbed your ankles, lifting your legs enough for him to plop down on the sofa and resting them on his lap.

You quirked an eyebrow, but offered no resistance as he made himself comfortable.

He leaned back, his right hand remaining on top of your limbs and his head and left arm resting on the back of the couch, and stared at the ceiling through his glasses.

You folded the corner of the page and closed the book, leaving it on the floor and turning to study his face with curiosity.

You hadn't seen him after the incident with the wine bottle, he confining himself in that room for most of the morning and you spending lunch and the better part of the afternoon and the evening in the small town nearby replenishing your stock.

Doflamingo's gaze was fixated on the wooden beams above you, his mind clearly somewhere else, and you wondered what had happened, because you doubted it had anything to do with the smashed bottle, and he was already like that when you reached the top floor.

He didn't want to talk about it though, he had made it pretty clear when he told you to leave him alone, and so you two stayed there for what seemed like forever, staring at nothing in particular without uttering a word.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it mostly never was, but you couldn't help but to wish he was more open when it came to whatever was on his mind.

Letting out the beginning of a yawn, you covered your mouth with your hand and made as if to sit up, but his grip on your legs stopped the movement, forcing you to lie back down with a yelp.

Resting your weight on your elbows, you glared at him.

The position you were in allowed you to see his left eye though, and the blond gave you a side look before he closed his eyelids.

"Stay," he mumbled.

Your expression softened, the ghost of a smile decorating your lips and you exhaling through your nose.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've missed me."

He didn't respond, but the corners of his lips quirked up, and his thumb started rubbing circles on your ankle.

You tried to focus on the feeling of his finger creating patterns on your skin, but the gesture, affectionate as it was, didn't distract your mind from the worry that gnawed at your insides.

"Doffy, talk to me."

The blond stopped his caressing abruptly, a scowl forming on his face as he raised his head from the backrest and looked straight at you in a silent warning.

"I'm worried about you," you added, holding his gaze and wishing he wasn't wearing those damn glasses so you could actually see his eyes.

He made no attempt to stop you from moving this time, and your limbs slipped from his grasp so you could sit up on the couch cross-legged.

Doflamingo continued with his silent stare though, and your shoulders slumped as you sighed, shaking your head to yourself.

"Sorry. I just wanted to help you. I won't bother you anymore."

You averted your gaze and stood up, but he took a hold of your wrist and pulled, making you stumble back and straddle him.

Lowering the arm that had been resting on top of the couch, his hands held your hips and kept you in place as a smirk plastered on his face.

"You worry too much, (Y/N)."

"Someone has to."

"Are you saying that I am careless?" He questioned in mocked shock.

"I'm saying that I'm the only one asking you if everything's alright. You don't want to talk about it? That's perfectly fine, but you cannot expect me to see you like this and not ask."

His smirk only grew, and you wondered what did he find so funny of you actually worrying about him.

"You're so cute when you get all serious."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Doffy..."

His hands abandoned your hips to untangle your arms and allow him to lean forward, him burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking on the exposed skin to form a hickey.

You shuddered, and he moved upwards to hum in approval right next to your ear.

"I like it when you say my name."

The door behind you creaked as it opened though, and your head shot back to see the small frame of Baby 5 stepping in, rubbing her sleepy eyes with the back of her hand.

"(Y/N)..." She called, but paused when her orbs took in the scene before her.

Sure, for a small girl it was probably just weird to see you straddling Doflamingo's lap, but you sweat-dropped, the color draining from your features.

You went to stand up, resting your hands on the blond's chest to separate yourself from him, but he gripped your wrists, his lips curling up into a Cheshire grin as you turned to look at him.

"I don't think you want her to see what's under you," he whispered before his chest rumbled with the start of a laugh.

Your eyes widened, and you mentally cursed at him for enjoying the situation as much as he was.

"What do you want, sweety?" You asked Baby 5, but gulped as Doflamingo held both of your wrists with one hand and snaked the other under the front of your shirt, caressing the skin of your stomach dangerously low.

"I can't sleep," the small girl pouted, and you screamed on the inside as you tried to free your hands from the blond's grip.

He still sported the same shit-eating smirk, and you inhaled deeply as your eyes narrowed and drilled holes in his head.

"Why don't you go back to bed? I'll be right there in a minute," you almost pleaded.

The small girl furrowed her eyebrows but nodded, and you sighed deeply once the door closed behind her, leaning forward and burying your face in Doflamingo's chest.

He let go of your wrists as his characteristic laugh filled the air, and you took the opportunity to slap him on the chest.

"You're the absolute worst," you groaned.

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