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[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-five:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

The room was dimly lit; the sound of music and chatter vibrated the walls that surrounded the two men. Doflamingo sat at his desk, fingers together as he watched Crocodile fix himself a drink uninvited. His own glass sweating all over his mahogany desk. Drink in hand, Crocodile swaggered over to the chair adjacent the desk, plopping himself down as if he were at home.

He sipped his whiskey casually, the ice clinking as he did so. He seemed relaxed, calm. The exact opposite of the man across from him. Doflamingo began to tap his fingers impatiently on the wood, his jaw clenched and forehead veins looking like they were ready to combust.

“What’s your business here, Croc? Care to indulge me or are you going to make me guess?” Doflamingo snarled.

Crocodile chuckled under his breath, bringing the glass up to his lips once more, finishing his drink in a gulp.

“I need to lie low for a couple of days.” He was straight forward with his request.

Doflamingo scoffed, looking utterly disrespected. His eye twitched from beneath his shades as he dug his fingernails into the desk.

“You expect me to help you after you rejected my offer months ago? In front of everyone at that. You humiliated me and now you come waltzing into my party and flirt with my woman and expect my help?” He hissed, now standing, both hands planted firmly on the wood.

There was a moment of silence between them for a moment yet Crocodile seemed unbothered by it.

“Yes.” He said simply.

Doflamingo inhaled deeply before sitting himself back down, almost as if he were trying to ground himself.

“Fine.” He reluctantly agreed. “You have two nights here, including this one.”

“Three.” Crocodile debated.

Doflamingo slammed his fist on the tabletop, “Fine, three. But don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” He pointed a mean finger in his direction, scowling so hard it almost hurt.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Crocodile lifted his glass with a smirk in return.

Doflamingo huffed, adjusting his coat as he sat back down in his chair, still feeling rather agitated. The two men stared each other down, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally—

“And another thing,” Doflamingo spoke up, standing from his chair again, quicker this time as he leaned over the desk, pointing his long, shaky finger in Crocodile’s direction. “I don’t want to see you lay one finger on her.”

“Who?” Crocodile feigned innocence with a smirk.

Crocodile stood from his chair, sauntering over to the bar cart again for a refill of Doflamingo's most expensive liquor.

Doflamingo stomped behind, following him over with a frown, “You know who, the Strawhat girl!”

Doflamingo towered over Crocodile yet he poured his drink with no hint of anxiety.

“Oh, her.” He said casually, as if Doflamingo wasn’t about to explode. “Remind me again, why do you have her?”

Doflamingo growled. “That is none of your concern. But what is your concern is keeping your hands— or more like your hook to yourself. That is unless you want two of them.” He threatened, now only inches from his face.

Crocodile only chuckled lowly in return before making his way back to his seat. Doflamingo stood by the bar cart in disbelief, absolutely seething. He watched as the man took a cigar from his pocket and held it between his teeth, lighting it with the only hand he had.

“She’s cute, how’d you get her?” Crocodile asked, crossing one leg over the other lazily.

Doflamingo stepped towards his seat, “She was a gift. Sent to me.” His anger subsided and was replaced with a viscous grin.

“How so?” Crocodile raised a brow at his statement.

“Wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, now would it?” Doflamingo held a finger up to his lips, looking devious as ever.

Crocodile chuckled, shaking his head lightly as he removed the cigar from his mouth, blowing smoke in Doflamingo’s direction.

Doflamingo plopped down in his chair again, looking arrogant as ever, all sprawled out and reclined.

“So what really brings you here? Who are you hiding from?” Doflamingo inquired, picking up his own drink and taking a big gulp.

Crocodile sighed, swirling his drink before taking a sip of his own. One leg crossed over the other.

“Just the government, they’ve been hot on my trail since Impel Down.” He explained.

“That's all?” Doflamingo said, almost as if he didn’t believe him.

“That’s all.” Crocodile repeated, confirming his story.

“Well if that’s all,” Doflamingo paused, giving him a moment to interject, “then I suppose we get back to the party. I’m sure my guests are missing me already. I’ll have someone show you your room.”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had taken Doflamingo’s absence as an excuse to disperse from the party. She took the opportunity to head off to the library. After his last party she knew better than to stray too far from the house. She needed to be where he could find her.

But first— she needed the key. The key to the secret room in his library. She wanted to continue reading her book. And maybe look for more clues. She grabbed herself a drink and a complimentary party favor— a joint. Then she slipped out the doors of the ballroom, careful to not alert any of the Donquioxte family.

In her inebriated state, she stumbled out the door, her heels clacking against the stone floor as she made her way back upstairs. (Y/N) pushed her way into the bedroom, only to be met by Karma who trilled at her feet lovingly. She of course picked her up and gave her a quick cuddle before grabbing the key from the nightstand and departing. On her way down to the library she was almost caught. Doflamingo and Crocodile's voices could be heard from around the corner, distant but close enough.

She panicked and slipped inside one of the linen closets that lined the corridor. It’s not like she’d be in any sort of trouble but she really didn’t want to have to explain herself and then be forced back into the party. She felt the floor shake beneath her feet as the two monstrous men passed by. The only thing that was heard as they passed was Doflamingo’s hearty laughter, smug and loud. (Y/N) held her breath, ear pressed to the door until they passed.

Once it sounded safe, she emerged from the closest, looking both ways before tiptoeing out, trying to make sure her heels didn’t make too much noise. She crept her way to the library, joint firmly between her teeth, unlit with a drink in one hand and the key in the other. Once at the library, she shimmied inside, trying to be quick and quiet. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as she shut the door behind her.

She pressed her back to the door, listening to see if anyone was following. After she made sure the coast was clear, she made a beeline for the tapestry that hid the old door. (Y/N) clicked the key in the lock and let the door creak open. She knew what she came for and it was the Devil Fruit encyclopedia. She also knew that she didn’t have time to snoop. He’d find it suspicious if he found her in this room unsupervised and while there was a party going on.

(Y/N) quickly scoured the shelves, checking where she left the book. Its red spine and golden trim stuck out amongst the dust relics. Carefully, she pulled it from the shelf, dusting it off and taking her leave. Quietly, she locked the door behind her, making sure the tapestry covered the door in its entirety.

She plopped down in her usual chair, kicking off her heels and curling up with her book. As she went to open the book, something fell out, fluttering to the floor. With her brows furrowed, she bent down and picked up the parchment that fell from the book's pages. It was a neatly folded piece of paper. Before she even opened it up, she knew. She unfolded the paper and sighed— Of course it was a letter from Doflamingo.

A mi pajarito,

I know my last letter failed to make you swoon, but I promise I’m a better man than that. And I plan on proving it to you. First and foremost you deserve a proper apology, an apology from a man who never says he’s sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I betrayed your trust. I now know that I wasn’t deserving of you. Not yet at least. But I’ve realized my mistakes and I know why you couldn’t bring yourself to love me before. I was shallow and crass. That was our secret to share and I told everyone.

I hope you can forgive me for what I’ve done. You are the moon to my stars and I am nothing but a shadow in your light. You deserve the world and I’m the only man who can give it to you. I’ll do anything you ask, no matter the cost. Your cup runneth over when you’re with me.

I want to be the one you run to when you’re fearful. I want to be the man you cling to in public. I ran my mouth because I was proud to have laid with a woman like you. But a woman like you isn’t a prize or a trophy. You’re a one of a kind treasure and I fear I’ve lost you.

Your beauty is unmatched and I am a fool to have been so vulgar about it. I think of you day and night, morning and noon, evening and dawn. You’re all I want. You’re all I need. Please forgive me hermosa criatura.

I’m yours to destroy or love. I’ll leave that decision up to you.

Your forever, Doflamingo

(Y/N) gripped the letter in her hands tightly, trying to ignore the pang in her chest. Why did she feel so…. Guilty...? He was the one who ran his mouth about their moment of passion. He was the one who betrayed her trust. And yet here she was feeling guilty for giving him the cold shoulder. She folded the letter up and placed it back inside the book, slamming it shut.

Back at the party, Doflamingo had just returned with Crocodile trailing not too far behind. He scanned the room, looking for his lover. His past comment slipping his mind at the moment. His smug expression began to falter as she was nowhere to be found.

‘No matter’ he thought, ‘She’s around here somewhere.’

She was much smaller than a majority of the crowd here, she probably just somewhere in the crowd. Yet after searching the dance floor, nothing. His heart began to race. Next he looked by the bar. Again nothing. Now his breath quickened. The buffet. Nothing. His hands were starting to tremble.

He took a deep breath through his nose, holding it for a second before exhaling through his mouth, trying to calm his nerves. He tried to keep in mind how she ran away at the last party he hosted. In fact she didn’t really run away, she was just hiding from him. He tried to soothe himself with those thoughts.

‘She’s just hiding.’

‘She just needed some space.’

‘She hates crowds,’

Those thoughts helped calm him somewhat but not fully. He needed her by his side. Now. It was far too cold for her to be outside. She wouldn’t go there. He’d check the library first and if she wasn’t there, then he’d check the pond.

“Trebol,” Doflamingo called out to his right hand man. “I’ll be right back, keep an eye on things will you?”

“Sure thing boss!” He replied enthusiastically, saluting his master.

Doflamingo rushed from the room, his coat fluttering behind him as it always did when he was in a hurry. His heart pounded in his chest as he scurried down the corridors. Occasionally he would flash a smile as he passed a guest but as soon as they were out of view a quivering frown replaced his shit-eating grin. He was so scared that she really did leave him this time.

‘What if she never read my letter?’

The thought made his stomach ache. What if she never understands how he feels? He shook the thoughts from his mind as he approached the library doors. He stood before them, hands shaking and head spinning.

He pushed the doors open. And there she was, shoes off and in her favorite chair, book in hand. The book. The book he put the letter in. And hadn’t noticed him yet. He didn't want her to. As he watched, she just sat there, book closed and staring blankly at the cover. It looked as though she were in deep thought. A conflicting one at that.

Doflamingo couldn’t stand it any longer. He stepped forwards, making his presence known to her. (Y/N) jerked her head up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Her face fell, looking rather disappointed as she saw him. That look always made his chest hurt. That look of pure and utter disappointment.

“There you are.” He spoke.

“What do you want?” She replied snarky, resting her elbow on the armrest and her head in her hand.

“It’s almost midnight, you should come back to the party at least for a toast.” He suggested.

(Y/N) shrugged, looking back down at the book, the letter peeking out.

“Please.” He begged softly.

She sighed, “Alright fine.”

She stood from the chair, stretching before putting her shoes back on. She left the book sitting in her chair, giving it one last look before following him out of the room,

It was only 11:30 pm when they returned to the party. The room was so loud that it made her head vibrate. She was immediately overwhelmed by the energy in the room. It was evident on her face and he of course saw. He reached down, grabbing her hand and giving her a soft, genuinely reassuring look. It was one of the first times she felt he was being truly kind.

11:40 pm.

Only twenty minutes. She was still drunk and high and was beginning to get a headache.

11:50 pm.

Doflamingo was looking rather proud with his hand resting on her shoulder as he chatted with an old acquaintance. Her head pounded now and the room was spinning. She gripped his coat just to ground herself to something familiar.

11:59 pm.

He had dragged her to stand in front of the clock, shoving a glass of champagne that she didn’t need into her hand. He laughed loudly as he pulled her close, startling her.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

Before she could even react, his much larger lips were pressed to hers in a passionate kiss. It was only a couple of seconds long and it certainly caught her off guard, but it was nothing like their other two kisses. There was no coercion. No tongue. No groping. It was just a kiss. Casual even. Like she had been kissing him for years. It didn’t feel forced even though it was. For a moment she even kissed him back.

As he pulled back, he looked down at her, smiling. Not his typical devious grin, but a soft, gentle, loving, smile. He didn’t look triumphant or egotistical. He looked human. And in that moment, not even a full second, she thought she might have felt something.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-four:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

(Y/N) laid awake for hours that night, tossing and turning as she thought about the contents of the room. About the CDs. The key sat on the nightstand, its metallic gold coating shimmering in the moonlight. She wanted to go back. To ask more questions but it would only make him suspicious. Maybe it’d be best if she just told him. No. She shut that thought down immediately. 

How could she possibly tell him that she somehow managed to die, potentially by her own hand, and ended up a thousand years into the future. There was so much about this world that was unknown to her. Regardless she made it her home and had no intentions of ever returning home. She loved her crew and couldn’t wait for these two years of life with Doflamingo to be over. 

Over the next week, she hardly got to go see the contents of the room. Doflamingo had kept her clung to his side. Why? Because New Year’s Eve was approaching and of course he’d be throwing one of the biggest parties in all of the world. Or so he claimed. It was the only night that the citizens of Dressrosa were allowed to stay out past midnight. Everyone was always excited for his parties, everyone was invited to this one. That was only because he turned the entire country into one big party for New Year’s. 

Doflamingo didn’t want (Y/N) to feel left out like he thought she had during the preparation for his birthday party. He wanted to make it up to her. He wanted her to be involved this time. His idea of involvement however was dragging her around everywhere and insisting she pick out the color scheme (Hot pink and turquoise). 

She was sick to her stomach with remembrance of his last party. How she had hidden from him and how he bawled at her feet, begging for her to not leave him. She’d never forget the way his tears clung to the fabric of her dress, how his saliva pooled at her skirt, his white knuckles grasped at her flesh. She shuddered at the thought. 

“Cold?” He said, breaking her from her thoughts. 

She shook her head quickly, “No, I’m fine.” 

It was late at night, who knows what time. Doflamingo was scribbling on some parchment while he pretended to be busy. (Y/N) was lounging in her swing, wrapped up in his feathered coat reading a book. The Devil Fruit encyclopedia to be exact. She had enough time the other day to go in and grab it before he came searching for her again. 

He couldn’t help but watch her from the corner of his eye as he pretended to work. Her presence was illuminating. The way her hair framed her face, how her eyes glossed over when she was sleepy. Even the way she curled up in a ball in her swing, covered in his garment. As far as he was concerned, she was the only star in the sky. And she thought he was an animal, a monster even. He loved and loathed it all at once. 

Just then as he watched her, he felt something in him ignite. He was utterly inspired by her. He pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and began to scrawl across the paper. She clearly didn’t like his last letter and now he understood why. She was a hauntingly profound woman. She wasn’t moved by sexual desire and raw power like most of the women he’d been with. And that’s partially what drew him to her. 

(Y/N) remained unaware as she began to doze off in the swing. His heart swelled as he watched her chest slowly rise and fall. How her eyes fluttered as she fought hard to keep her eyes open as the book in her lap began to slip. A small, real smile graced his features as he watched her. He wanted to scoop her up from the swing and cradle her in his arms while he lulled her to sleep. Instead, he continued to write. He couldn’t put her to bed yet, not while she was busy being his muse. 

Once he had finished his new letter, he folded it up, he didn’t put it in an envelope this time. As she snoozed in the swing, he gently took the book from her hands marking her place with the letter before closing it back. Then with ease he lifted her from her seat. Of course it woke her up, not that she’d let him know. She was too tired to care or argue so she allowed him to carry her to bed. 

(Y/N) didn’t touch the book again for days. She didn’t have the time considering how much planning he had her doing. He wanted her opinion on everything. He claimed it was to make up for missing her birthday. Not like she even cared. Doflamingo knew she hadn’t read the letter yet. He wanted to shove it in her face and watch her unfold as she read, but he knew it was best to just allow her to find it for herself. He knew this one would do the trick. It’d slide her right out of her panties and into his lap. 

It was now New Year’s Eve, and the party was to begin in an hour. He had himself dressed in a confident, glimmering, magenta suit. The suit itself was like a raging disco ball. It looked almost metallic, and it shined and sparkled in the light. His outfit screamed ‘80’s coke dealer’. He of course had it paired with his white framed sunglasses and small golden hoops in his ears. As well as pristine, shiny black, dress shoes. 

He picked out (Y/N)’s outfit as well. Her dress shined but not like his outfit, it was a hot pink in color and God was it tight. It was sparkly and stopped just above the ankles. The hem of the dress was adorned with light pink feathers that matched his usual coat. He also paired it with a pair of pink heels to match. For accessories he put her in a pearl choker with a bracelet to match. Her makeup was soft yet sexy with darker eyeshadow and rosy tones. 

She stared at herself in the mirror. Stoned and drunk already. she could hear the party roaring from downstairs already. It took her longer than she expected to get ready. Doflamingo was of course already downstairs greeting his guests. She was stressed about this party. She didn’t want him to act a fool again. He scared her when he was desperate like that. Yet she couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of him begging at her feet once more. 

She took one last puff of her joint before putting it out in a nearby ashtray. Taking a big deep breath, she pulled herself from the mirror and decided to make her way downstairs to meet the man of the hour. 

The ballroom was filled to the brim with guests of all different shapes and sizes. Some were even as big as Diamanté. The crowd poured from the room and into the corridors and even out front. She had never seen anything like it before. People were everywhere, even dancing in the streets. However, she did notice that only certain guests were allowed inside the palace. His personal guests she assumed. 

She moved gracefully throughout the room despite her inebriated state. She scanned each towering face as she passed. There were so many people it was almost hard to find him. But of course, there he was, standing in the center of the room, basking in his own glory. Soaking up all the attention he could get. 

As soon as he spotted her, his face lit up, “There she is!” He bellowed, reaching out with one hand and a drink in the other.  

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her against his side roughly. He had clearly already had enough to drink and it wasn’t even midnight yet. Doflamingo kept his hand firmly around her waist, practically swallowing her whole. 

“This here,” He slurred, “Is my new favorite toy.” He chuckled.

(Y/N) grimaced, groaning in irritation. The group of men before her had no intentions of hiding their hungry gaze. Doflamingo of course noticed. 

“Watch it boys, you can look but don’t touch. I don’t share my toys. Especially this one.” He said teasingly, giving her ass a firm squeeze. 

It caused her to jump and writhe from his grasp, clearly pissed. The men just laughed heartily at her response, as did Doflamingo. She stayed by his side for as long as she could stand. That was until he made a rather off-color remark—

“I mean look at her, look at those tits! Have you ever seen a prettier pair?” He gloated, staring down at her ravenously. 

“Okay,” she said calmly, removing his hand from around her waist, letting it drop to his side. “We’re done here.” 

And with that she walked away proudly, trying her hardest to not cause a scene. The men just giggled and waved as she headed for the bar. She was already hammered but what would one more drink hurt? She went ahead and ordered herself piña colada and watched him show his ass from afar. 

(Y/N) sipped on her fruity little drink and observed the crowd mindlessly. That was until a voice from behind startled her out of her dissociative thoughts—

“Well, I didn’t think I’d see you here.” A deep familiar voice spoke from behind. 

With eyes wide she wiped around. There stood a tall man, damn near as big as Doflamingo. His hair was black and slicked back, a cigar hanging from his lips. Her heart dropped to her stomach instantly. She recognized the man alright. Crocodile. 

Her heart throbbed in her ears along with the music. She remembered him. Of course she did, how could she not? Luffy took him down. He was arrested. He should be locked away right now. Did Doflamingo know he was here? I mean they were both warlords, maybe they had ties together. 

(Y/N) didn’t say a word at first, just stared wide eyed and lips parted in surprise. He wouldn’t dare attack her here. Right? There’s no way he’d try and get revenge in the middle of a party, would he?

“H-how did…?” She trailed off, sweating and clenching her drink. 

“You don’t know?” He chuckled, shaking his head as he removed the cigar from his mouth, “You haven’t seen your captain in some time, have you?” He said, taking a seat beside her as he ordered himself a drink. 

(Y/N) shook her head as she eyed him suspiciously. He didn’t seem like a threat… Yet. She glanced back over her shoulder at Doflamingo who was now gambling with a different group of men at a far-off table in the corner, hidden behind the sea of gyrating bodies. She then turned her attention back to Crocodile and her drink, stirring it idly. 

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asked. 

His sideways smile never left as he spoke, cigar hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth. “Your captain helped free me. How about that?” He ashed his cigar. 

“What? Why would he do that?” She asked, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“You don’t know much about what happened at Marineford that day, do you?” He said, looking almost equally as confused. 

She shook her head no again. 

Instead of informing her on the missed-out information, he asked a question of his own. “What the hell happened to you? I know the Strawhats got split up, but there’s no way Kuma sent you here.” 

(Y/N) sighed, ruffling her hair in exhaustion. “Sure did. Don’t know why either. Now I’m stuck with… him…” She pointed a shaky finger over at the man himself, Doflamingo, who was cackling loudly across the room. 

Crocodile tsked, shaking his head. “I feel bad for you kid. I wouldn’t wanna be stuck here with that flamboyant moron.”

(Y/N) covered her mouth, stifling a laugh. 

“You never answered my question, why are you here, like at this party?” She asked, sipping from her cup. 

“I was invited of course.” He replied, swirling the contents of his glass. “Tell me, what’s the deal between you and Joker?” He leaned forwards almost a little too eager. 

“Joker?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion. “You mean Doflamingo?” 

“Oh, you don’t know that either, huh?” He scoffed. 

“Know what?” She asked before cutting herself and him off, “You know what, I don’t even care. I don’t need to be mixed up in any more of his shit.” She waved her hand dismissively. 

“So, what are you to him then? His pet? Prisoner?” Crocodile smirked as he puffed smoke into her face. 

“Both.” She huffed out, clearly displeased with her current situation. 

He couldn’t help but laugh under his breath before downing his drink. “Another.” He said to the bartender, slamming his glass down. 

(Y/N) watched as the woman poured the amber liquid over the ice cubes in his glass. He held up a hand, signaling her that that was enough. 

“So, you used to be a Strawhat and now you’re a pet of the Donquixote family?” He teased. 

“It’s not like that,” (Y/N) protested. “I didn’t leave. I was forced here and then taken against my will. Now I’m just trying to live out the next two years in peace.” 

“Peace? With that guy? Good luck.” He raised his glass to her before downing its contents. “Nice talking to you, but I have some business to attend to.” And with that he stood and disappeared into the crowd, only leaving his empty glass as proof that he was there.

(Y/N) sat dumbfounded by the man. He was the last person she expected to see here. Did Doflamingo invite him here? What business did he have with him? She peered back over her shoulder to see what Doflamingo was up to just to find that he was gone from his previous spot. She scanned the room for him and Crocodile. They two of them were nowhere to be found. She couldn’t even sense his presence, and for once, she finally felt at ease, like she could finally enjoy the party. 

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-three:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smirk deviously to herself as she sauntered down the hall on her way to the library. Doflamingo on the other hand, was heartbroken and seething. How dare she? Who did she think she was?  Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe she didn’t find the letter. He had to follow her. He stood from his chair suddenly, making the legs scrape loudly against the floor, causing the rest of the family to shoot him a concerned yet fearful look.

“Everything alright, boss?” Trebol’s nasally voice spoke out.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled as he stomped out of the room, his coat fluttering behind him.

The door slammed shut behind him, echoing throughout the dining room and hallway. The rest of the family sat in a stunned silence. That was until Trebol opened up his big mouth.

“We’ve gotta do somethin'.” He sneered.

“About what?” Diamante replied as he continued to eat his breakfast.

“You know what, we all do.” Trebol gestured to the whole table. 

“I think it’d be better if you minded your own business. You know how he is, he’ll gdet bored and move on eventually.” Diamante waved him off as the rest of the family listened to them.

“He has been acting strange.” Pica’s shrill voice piped up.

“Do you think he’s in love?” Baby 5 chimed in excitedly. 

Giolla guffawed, “In love? The Young Master? Never!” 

“Why else would he keep her? I’ve never seen him keep a woman around this long, let alone make her a part of the family.” Baby retorted.

“Well I like her.” Monet finally spoke up, a smirk forming as she brought her drink up to her lips. 

“I don’t.” Sugar mumbled. 

“Me neither, I don’t trust the little brat. She’s changing him and I don't like it.” Trebol sniveled. 

Doflamingo stood outside of the library, breathing heavily as his hands trembled. He couldn’t tell the difference between fear and anger. He knew she was in there and it made his heart throb against his ribcage. He took a deep breath and pushed open the doors, ready to confront her. 

There she was, curled up in her chair with her nose buried in a book. She didn’t even look in his direction when he entered. Didn’t even react. Not even when he stood before her. 

“Can we talk?” His tone was gentle yet commanding. 

“About what?” (Y/N) replied, sounding rather bored, her face still buried in her book as she flipped the pages idly. 

“I think you know damn well what.” He was beginning to lose patience with her.

She huffed, slamming the open book down in her lap. She finally looked up at him, clearly annoyed. 

“Did you read my letter?” He asked tentatively.

She hesitated for a moment, “Yes.” 

There was an awkward pause between them. 

“Well?” He said expectantly.

“Well what? Did you expect me to fall at your feet over it?” She snapped. 

Doflamingo was taken aback. He thought that letter would surely make her heart sing. Why didn’t it work? Why did it hurt? He instinctively clutched at his chest to soothe the ache. He then composed himself, clearing his throat. 

“So you didn’t like it?” He said with quiet sorrow. 

His tone made something tighten in her chest. Guilt. (Y/N) looked away from him, sighing as she ran her fingers through her (H/C) locks. 

“I didn’t hate it, but it certainly wasn’t an apology.” She sneered. 

He straightened up, his expression shifting from almost mournful to ecstatic, his usual pride restored. 

“Really?” He took a step forward, leaning down on her level. 

He guided his hand up to her face, placing his thumb and forefinger on her chin, lifting her face up, “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” 

(Y/N) gulped, her own reflection staring back at her in his red lenses. He wanted to kiss her to feel her much softer lips against his own, to tangle his tongue with hers. But he knew she wouldn’t allow it to happen again. Not after what he had done. Instead, he let her go and backed away, giving her space. 

“Come, I want to show you something.” He outstretched a hand to her. 

She eyed him looking rather dissatisfied but took his hand anyway and allowed him to pull her from the chair. He led her to the other side of the library, weaving in between the shelves that towered above them until he reached the far corner of the room. There was a large cream-colored tapestry with an intricate illustration of the palace. Doflamingo turned back to her, giving a sly grin as he pulled back the tapestry to reveal an ornate wooden door hidden behind it. 

He then pulled a big ring of keys from his pocket. He had to have at least one key for every room in the palace on that thing. Yet he had no problem identifying the correct key. (Y/N) watched intently as he unlocked the door, clicking the key in place. How could she not have noticed this before? She was always in the library and never even thought to pull back the tapestry. I mean why would she? 

The door cracked open as if it had been years since it had been opened. And the inside proved that point. The light switch was dusty and covered in spiderwebs. He fearlessly flipped the light on with one finger before wiping the dust off on his shirt. The room wasn’t big, but it was full of shelves and boxes, all filled to the brim with artifacts, books, scrolls, and who knows what. 

(Y/N) stepped in cautiously behind him, trying to analyze the contents of the room. It smelled of deteriorating leather and aged parchment. The scent of the room was intoxicating. There was an inch of dust on everything in the room, clearly it had been untouched for a long time. 

“What is all this?” She asked, letting her fingers brush a clean path in the dirt on the shelf. 

“This,” He began, gesturing around the room, “Is my collection.” 

“Of?” She questioned. 

“Of? Look around.” Doflamingo chuckled, grabbing a book from the shelf and blew off the cobwebs. 

The cover was faded, and the pages were yellowed. He began to skim through the book, as if looking for something. 

“This is history. Something the World Government wishes they had, something only the Celestial Dragons would dream of owning. Some of these artifacts are hundreds of years old. I have anything you could think of.” He gloated, smiling broadly as he spoke animatedly. 

(Y/N) skimmed through the books, looking for something that pertained to where she came from. If she was lucky, he’d have something from over a thousand years ago. But as she glanced at each faded spine, she found nothing useful. Useful for her anyways. Robin would love this place, she thought. 

“How far back does this stuff go?” She asked, staring up at him, her head tilted all the way back just to meet his gaze. 

His smile only widened at her peaked interests. He knew it’d interest her, and she knew that she’d have to play his game to find out the information she wanted. 

“Oh I don’t know, thousands of years perhaps… Why don’t you have a look for yourself.” And with that he removed the key from the ring and gave it a toss her way. 

She caught it in the air, completely caught by surprise. 

“You’re just giving me the key?” She asked, brown raised. 

His smile never left, “I trust you…” His smile then flattered for just a quick second before returning, for that brief moment he looked… Regretful. “And this is my way of saying sorry. I’m giving you free reign of my most prized possessions. No one even knows this is here besides you and me. Not even Trebol.”

“Not even Trebol?” She asked, shocked. 

“Not even Trebol.” He repeated. 

She looked at the key in her hand. Feeling confused yet victorious. She had gained even more of his trust and access to her world potentially. She looked back up at him, batting her eyes and forcing out a small, pained smile.

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Something unrecognizable flashed across his face briefly, something softer. 

His softness didn't last. It was quickly replaced with his smug tone and expression. 

“Let me show you my favorite.” He said, gesturing for her to follow him. 

He then squatted down by a chest, unclamping the latches that held the box closed. With a thud, he flipped the lid revealing something she didn’t quite recognize at first. They were cracked and dusty clear plastic cases. CDs. With wide eyes she immediately got down on her knees beside him. Carefully she picked one up. It was musty looking and cracked all to hell. It was an old Britney Spears album. One that probably came out the same year she was born if not older. 

She kept her mouth shut despite her clear interest. Doflamingo watched as she rifled through the scratched set of CDs. Not saying one word as she looked for one that was even playable. Sadly, they all were beyond repair, some of them more so than the others. Doflamingo then cleared his throat, snapping her from her daze. 

“Well? Do you like them? I wouldn’t think you’d recognize them, but it seems you do.” He tapped on the CD case in her hand. 

She had to play stupid. She batted her pretty eyes up at him, her lips slightly parted as she shook her head. 

“N-no,” she stuttered, “I just— what are they?” She falsely inquired. 

“Not sure exactly, but I suspect they play music.” He replied, picking up a Sublime CD that was severely dented and missing half of it before tossing it back. 

“How did you get these?” She asked. 

“Auction.” Was all he said. 

“Hmm… Can you play them?” She said innocently, continuing to blink up at him. 

He sighed dramatically but still smiled, “No beautiful, I can’t play them for you or I would.” 

“Oh.” She deflated, holding the Britney Spears CD firmly in her hand. 

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll find something one day.” He tried to reassure her, giving a firm pat on the back that neatly knocked her forwards into the chest. 

He then stood, brushing the dust off of him, “Come, I have more to show you.”

(Y/N) followed suit, standing and brushing the dust from her hands as she followed. Doflamingo continued to ramble on about all that he had collected. 

“How did you get all of this?” She asked him at one point. 

“Bought some, stole some. Even killed for some. But knowledge is power, and I intend on being all powerful and all knowing.” He sounded almost God-like with his explanation. 

“Oh, word?” She said, halfway joking. 

That made him laugh under his breath as he shook his head. He didn’t comment however and continued to pull out scrolls from one of the shelves. They turned out to be maps of the world, old and new. He even showed her a map of the underground of Dressrosa. He certainly had a lot of secrets. Unfortunately, they weren’t secrets she was interested in, so she tuned most of his nonsense out. She was on the hunt for something else. But he didn’t give her any time to look further before he dragged her off to the next thing. 

There were maps, music, books, poems, he even had some old movies, nothing from her time, they were only a couple hundred years old and playable on a projector snail. He yammered on about how God-like and powerful all of this made him, not that she really even listened. She just hummed in agreement or occasionally gave him a ‘yeah, totally,’ in reply when he was seeking her approval. Doflamingo’s collection was impressively vast, but he still didn’t have what she was looking for. 

Hell, she wasn’t even sure what exactly she was looking for. Maybe an answer as to how she got here or maybe an explanation as to what happened to the world. She’d even love to know where Devil Fruits came from. She didn’t get much more time to look before he decided that she had seen enough for today. 

“I think it’s time for lunch, I know you’re starving. You didn’t eat breakfast.” He said, turning to exit the room. 

(Y/N) didn’t move. She stood with the Devil Fruit encyclopedia in her hands. He paused at the door, waiting for her. She huffed as reluctantly shoved the book back where she found it and trudged out, key clutched in her fist. Once outside, Doflamingo instructed her to lock it back. He then got down face level with her, taking the key from her hand and holding it in front of her face. 

“Now don’t lose this key. In entrusting you with it. Don’t make me regret it.” He said sternly although his giddy expression didn’t match his tone. 

All she did was nod slowly in return, making sure to bat her (E/C) eyes up at him. 

“Good girl.” He patted her on the head softly before taking her hand and guiding her from the library. 

As he led her farther and farther away from the secret room, she wondered what else he was hiding from her. 

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-two

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

It had been days since the two of them had spoken. More like it had been days since she spoke to him. (Y/N) had been giving him the silent treatment for almost a week, and it was driving him up the wall. He’d apologized multiple times to her, yet she would only give a soft, dismissive hum in return, a grunt if he was being particularly annoying. 

Doflamingo brought her a bundle of roses, boxes of chocolate, wine, and even weed. She took all of his gifts with an unappreciative ’hmph’ and would crinkle her nose up at him before tossing her present to the side. He didn’t know how to make her forgive him. He wasn’t the kind of man to grovel or beg for forgiveness, and here he was playing the apologetic ex, begging for some kind of attention. 

He wished she’d scream in his face. To tell him how vile of a creature he was. He wanted her to put her hands on him again. To strike him across the face. He didn’t care, as long as her undivided attention was on him. Doflamingo craved her defiance. Now she didn’t even argue. She would just sit blankly, brushing off his advances nonchalantly, not a single insult left her lips. It ate him alive. 

She wasn’t broken. Just pissed. She wanted to hurt his feelings. To make him fall at her feet. (Y/N) wanted to see the pathetic sniveling man that she saw on his birthday. The one who was laying his head in her lap, grasping at the dress he picked out like it was his lifeline. And she wasn’t backing down until she got what she wanted. 

Over the days that she was ignoring him, she needed someone to vent to that wasn’t Karma. Her only other option was Violet. She knew that she worked for him, that she was obligated to run back to her master. (Y/N) didn’t care, however. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t care less if Violet went and told Doflamingo what she was saying about him. 

He could find out what a scumbag he was without having to do it herself. 

The day after he humiliated (Y/N), she was shit talking him in the library, loudly at that, with none other than Violet who nervously chewed on her nails as her eyes flipped between (Y/N) and the door, fear pulsing through her as she anticipated Doflamingo to hear. 

“Fuck him, I hate him. I wish I could leave.” (Y/N) complained, pacing the library as she spoke animatedly. “I mean who the hell does he think he is?” She glanced over at Violet briefly, looking for her reaction, “It’s not like I wanted it, or him. And whose business is it anyways? Not the whole damn family that’s for sure!” She huffed, slamming her body down into an armchair beside Violet. 

“I can’t believe you hit him and lived…” She murmured, shaking her head, “I’ve never seen him be so lenient with anyone before. Not even those he's close to.” 

(Y/N) scoffed, brushing off her reply. “I don’t know what his issue is, he gets what he wants then immediately fucks it up. Talk about self-destructive.” She rolled her eyes, exhaling deeply. 

“Yes, destructive is one word for it.” Violet gave a small nervous smile. 

This time Violet didn’t run back to Doflamingo. She didn’t need to. He didn’t ask either. He knew better. He knew he had already pissed (Y/N) off enough with his manipulative actions. Instead, he followed her around. Hiding behind corners and doors to listen and watch. 

He wanted to give her the space she desired but not fully. He couldn’t let her get too far out of reach. Doflamingo knew she had nowhere else to go, but yet something deep in his heart made him fear that she’d take off on an impulse if he pressed her too far. So instead, he watched from afar.  

He could have easily used Pica to observe her but no, he wanted to do it himself. He felt it was more romantic that way. It showed how passionate and devoted he was to her. He stayed to listen when she talked poorly of him.  Those were the times he was most interested. It was the most he heard her speak since she arrived months ago. It was exhilarating to hear her speak about something she was so passionate about, even if it was her hatred for him. 

The fire in her eyes when she called him a ‘fucking lunatic’, made his heart dance between his ribs. The way she would throw her hands up in dramatics made his stomach flutter. All the while, slurred curses flew from her lips, aimed in his direction. Part of it hurt. He couldn’t ignore the sting of her words. But it was worth it just to see that much emotion pour from her soul. 

Doflamingo knew that this dynamic wouldn’t work between them. He needed to mend their relationship. He couldn’t live with her silence forever. He missed her terribly. He wouldn’t admit it to himself or her, but he regretted what he did at breakfast that morning. It was his pride talking. He had done it with every woman he’d been with. It was in his nature to gloat. Especially when he finally got his hands on her. 

Doflamingo needed to come up with a plan, and quick. After about a week of being ignored, he had finally had enough. While drunk off whiskey in his office, he finally thought of something. At the sudden idea, he shot up out of his chair and stumbled his way to the library. It was late and the library was empty. (Y/N) had already gone to bed, so he didn’t have to worry about her catching him.  

He scoured through the fiction section, running his clumsy fingers across the spines of each book until he stopped at the one he was looking for. This book in particular stood out to him. It wasn’t as dusty as the others, hinting that it had been read recently. He carefully pulled it from the shelf, flipping it over to look at the cover. It was that shitty romance novel that he saw her reading weeks ago. 

Doflamingo began to flip through the pages, skimming the words with a grimace on his face. There had to be something in it that would give him a clue. What could he possibly do to fix what he had broken? As he fumbled through the pages, something caught his eye. In the story the romantic interest had written the main character a well-written love letter. It surely would make any woman’s heart swoon. That was it. That’s what he’d do. 

With fervor, he practically sprinted back to his office, book in hand for reference. 

Once inside, he clicked the lock behind him and plopped down in his chair. Once seated he pulled out his favorite quill and a beautiful red ink. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, downing half of it in one gulp before readying himself. He had a million things to say and yet had no idea how to say them. He tapped his fingers on the desk, unsure of how to start.

HIs eyes suddenly lit up as an idea crossed his mind. Immediately he began scratching the quill against the parchment. He wrote so fast that he could’ve swore the paper would ignite. Once finished, he held the page up, examining his hard work with a toothy grin on his face. This would surely make her want him again. He carefully folded up the letter and placed it in an envelope. Once inside he sealed the envelope with wax, stamping it with the Donquixote crest.

He stood from his chair, feeling rather confident in his work. The plan was to sneak into the room, careful not to wake her, slip the note under her pillow and be gone before the morning. He couldn’t be there when she opened it. It’d ruin it. And that’s exactly what he did. Doflamingo crept into the bedroom. (Y/N) was soundly asleep, lying on her stomach, completely sprawled out, face buried in the pillows. Gently, he slipped the envelope under the silk covered pillow before removing his coat and shoes and climbing into bed beside her.

 The next morning, (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of something soft, gently rubbing against her cheek. She groaned, scrunching up her face. She assumed it was Doflamingo, but when her heavy (E/C) eyes fluttered open, Karma sat atop her chest, rubbing her furry face against her cheek, purring loudly. She sighed, scratching under Karma’s chin before sitting up and removing the cat from her chest. 

The morning sun glared into her eyes, blinding her momentarily as she sat up. (Y/N) quickly glanced around the room, looking for her captor but he was nowhere in sight. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. It was relieving to not have to wake up next to his villainous grin on the pillow next to hers. 

(Y/N) huffed, flopping down on her back once more. As her head hit the pillow, she heard a crinkle from underneath. She flipped over, shoving her hand under. She felt the envelope he placed there. She pulled it out, her fingers grazing the corners before tracing the crest embedded on the letter. 

“Fuck…” She breathed out, rolling her eyes as ripped open the envelope. 

She had a feeling she knew what this was. And she was right. The page was filled with his scribbled, messy words. The letter wrote:

To mi pajarito, 

I know what I did was unforgivable. No amount of apologies can fix my betrayal. My heart aches for you. I’m desperate. I need to hear your voice, to feel your heart beating beneath your breast. 

I crave your warmth. Your presence. Abuse me, use me. As long as your attention is all on me, I don’t care. I’d let you rip my heart out with your bare hands if it meant you’d say, ‘I love you’. 

I yearn for your body against mine. I want to feel your breath against my neck, your teeth sinking into my flesh. Our souls are intertwined, whether you want to admit it or not. I know you feel it too.  I can feel my heart break each time you turn me away. It shatters only for you. No one has ever captivated me like you. 

Your eyes, your lips, your body. It’s all mine, just as mine is yours. I see the way you look at me. How you can’t decide whether or not you hate me or want to fuck me. It’s destroying you. Just give in. Let me have you. All of you. Devour me. Swallow me whole. Make me beg for mercy. Bring me to my knees. You’re already mine, just give in, let me be yours. 

If you ever leave me, I’ll burn down the entire world to get you back. 

Yours always, Doflamingo 

(Y/N) gripped the letter with both hands as Karma attempted to nuzzle the paper from her hands. His possessiveness was evident in the letter, and she felt it. She knew he meant what he said, yet he didn’t say everything he meant. He was holding back. 

“Fucking coward.” She grumbled, folding the note back up and shoving it in her nightstand. 

She wasn’t ready to see him. Not yet. 

Doflamingo sat at the head of the dining room table. The seat beside him was empty. Her seat. He didn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like she was going to burst through the doors, begging him to take her right then and there. Instead of that, he just sulked. He hardly spoke, didn’t smile, didn’t jibe. Nothing. Just hums of agreement whenever he was acknowledged. 

This behavior didn’t go unnoticed by the family. Trebol and Diamanté kept shooting each other with troubled looks. Whereas Violet was more concerned with (Y/N)’s absence more so than his soured mood. After some time, (Y/N) came traipsing into the dining hall. She was still in her clothes from the night prior, her bare feet slapping against the marbled floor. Quietly, she took her seat, pouring a cup of coffee without even looking in his general direction. 

‘Don’t even look at him.’ She thought to herself, keeping her eyes firmly glued to the table. 

She could feel his eyes boring a hole through the side of her head, but she didn’t give him the satisfaction. 

‘I’ll just pretend like I didn’t see it.’ She thought, ‘I’ll just let him bring it up.’

(Y/N) didn’t want to eat. Her nerves were already eating her. Doflamingo on the other hand didn’t touch a thing. He just stared at her, waiting for her to say something. Anything. He’d even be pleased if she screamed in his face. Told him he was a disgusting fucking freak and that he should kill himself. As long as her attention was on him. 

Yet she didn’t say anything. And that drove him mad. Just as he was about to reach out and break the unbearable silence, she stood. Without a word she exited the room, all eyes on her form as she deserted him. He huffed to himself as the door slammed shut behind her.

‘Now what?’

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-one:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

(Y/N) stomped down the hall and down the stairs, making her way to the dining room where the man who ruined her life was. She couldn’t lie. As she stood in front of the intricately designed double doors, she feared how he may react. She took a deep breath and gently pushed open one of the double doors, careful to not make a spectacle of her entrance. 

The first thing she heard before entering the room was Doflamingo’s booming voice as he gloated. She hadn’t even entered the room, only cracked the door open unnoticed. 

“Oh, you should have heard her!” His obnoxious voice rang out. 

No— he’s not… He wouldn’t. 

“She practically begged me for it.” He bragged; crystal glass filled halfway with a red wine in his hand as he spoke animatedly. 

(Y/N) felt her blood boil. Her hands shook and she could feel the angry heat rising up the back of her neck. Her brain was clouded with humiliation and utter disgust. She wanted to run away. To not even step into the room knowing all eyes would immediately be on her. But against her better judgement— she burst through the mahogany doors, silencing him in an instant. 

Her face was contorted into a hateful sneer. Her nose scrunched up in disdain. She stepped into the room quickly, her bare feet padding loudly across the tiled floors of the dining hall as she made her way to him at the head of the table. 

“Well, well, well, look who decided to—" She shut him up quick. She drew her arm back and struck him hard with a closed fist, punching him directly in his jaw. 

He was stunned more than hurt. The rest of the room sat in a shocked silence. Some of them gasped, some just sat with their jaws on the floor. However, Violet was the only one who was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. Everyone else expected her to be punished. 

The side of his face stung, a small red mark in the shape of her knuckles and rings was beginning to form on his cheek. He didn’t say a word. He just looked at her, lips slightly parted and a surprised look on his face. He never thought she’d have the guts to hit him like that. 

He just wanted to tease her. To teach her a lesson about wearing pajamas down to breakfast. He never expected her to take things this far. Before he could scold her or get another word in, hell, even before he could hit her back— she pointed a shaky finger up at him, her tone stern, but her voice shook as she spoke,” Don’t you fucking EVER, say another word about me to anybody else ever again.” 

(Y/N) looked like she was going to burst into flames or tears, he couldn’t tell which one. Before his pride could get the better of him, she turned on her heel, stomping out of the room before he could even reprimand her. She slammed the door shut behind her, rattling the silverware on the table. 

The room was drowning in a silent tension. No one knew whether or not to speak or stay silent. What they did know was that no one better stare. The family kept their eyes glued to the table. Not one of them daring to make a move. Doflamingo didn’t know what to do either. And honestly, he was hurt. Not physically of course. He clenched his jaw, pride wounded. He stood from the table, slamming his glass down so hard the stem of the glass snapped, spilling wine all over the tablecloth. 

“Excuse me for a moment will you.” He spoke rather calmly as he exited the room.

As he entered the corridor, (Y/N) was nowhere in sight. He cursed to himself; he had to find her. There weren’t many places she’d likely be. Yet part of him feared that this might actually be her last straw. That she might actually leave him. 

His heart thudded against his rib cage as his hands shook. His pace quickened along with his breath. He checked the library first. Her normal chair was empty. He searched every aisle, calling out her name frantically as he did so. Nothing. 

Next, he went to the bedroom. Again, nothing. He paced the room, practically in tears. He paused by the windowsill. He almost hadn’t noticed. Karma sat perched on the sill, watching his every move silently. 

“Where’s your mommy?” He stooped down on the cat's level, patting her softly with his jittery hand. 

Of course she didn’t reply, just blinked slowly up at him as her little body vibrated with purrs. He stood abruptly, almost seemingly aggravated that she didn’t answer. 

“Of course you’re useless. But she wouldn’t leave without you now, would she?” He said, a grin now starting to creep across his face in realization as he scratched under her chin. 

Outside was cold. Flurries fell from the sky and painted the ground a blinding white. December was clearly now in full swing. Doflamingo watched out the window that overlooked the city, his reflection staring back at him. It would have almost been a peaceful site if he wasn’t so worked up prior. 

He had to continue his search for her. He checked his office next. Maybe she’d be hiding out there, pouting in her swing. But no, she wasn’t there either. He huffed as he slammed the door shut behind him. He thundered down the hall, peeking in every room including the closets. Nothing. It was almost as if she had disappeared entirely. 

Doflamingo was beginning to become furious. He stormed down the halls, mumbling to himself like a madman as he did so. 

“Thinks she can just hit me and hide… No… I don't think so.” he murmured, back hunched as he stomped, his feathered coat billowing behind him. 

Every servant he passed either cowered in fear or avoided him completely. The news of breakfast had traveled throughout the palace within the hour. There wasn’t a soul in the house who didn’t know. Trebol made sure of that. He took any and every opportunity to drag her name through the mud. 

“Who does she think she is?” Trebol’s sniveling voice rang throughout the parlor as he spoke with Diamante, “Putting her hands on the Young Master like that. Do you think that was his last straw?” He said hopefully.

Diamante just shrugged nonchalantly, crossing his leg over the other while he sipped wine. “Don’t know but you need to be quiet.”

Trebol’s sinister smile faltered at Diamante’s words. He knew he was right. Doflamingo would surely punish him for his insolence if he heard him bad mouthing her again. Yet he continued, this time just above a frantic whisper. 

“I mean come on, you see what she’s doin’ to ‘em.” He stood from his chair and began to pace the room. “She’s making him weak. Before he wouldn’t have hesitated to put a woman in her place for swinging on 'em”

As Trebol continued to ramble on, Doflamingo was on the other side of the door, listening intently, fists clenched. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. He pressed his ear to the wood to hear better. He didn’t want Trebol to know he was listening in on his insults. He wanted to hear what he had to say when he thought no one was listening. 

“I don’t know why he even bothers with her; she’s just some tramp like the rest of ‘em.” Trebol rambled. 

Diamante just nodded, silently agreeing with him. Doflamingo stood perfectly still, trying to not make a sound as he quaked and seethed. 

‘A tramp?’ He thought. ‘He thinks MY woman is a tramp?’ 

Doflamingo wanted nothing more than to burst through the doors of the parlor and snatch Trebol up by his fat neck and strangle him to death. But he couldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. It was only natural for Trebol to feel this way. He was just jealous. Jealous that (Y/N) was getting all of his attention, and he wasn’t anymore. Trebol just found his behavior unusual. Trebol nor any other member of the family had ever seen him so infatuated before. So of course they were concerned.

He stepped away from the door. He couldn’t bear to hear Trebol’s foul mouth any longer. He had bigger shit to worry about. He had to find her. Doflamingo had already searched the whole palace for her. Everywhere but— He suddenly took off, bolting down the corridor, almost sprinting. 

“She wouldn’t be that stupid, would she?” He murmured under his breath, his pace quickening. 

Doflamingo stopped at the frosted, stained-glass doors that led out to the garden. He paused, his fingers grazing the handle. He could feel the cold from outside seeping into his skin. He wiped the fog from the glass, peering out into the snow. And there it was. A trail of little bare feet. 

“Oh she is that stupid.” He hissed, yanking open the door and traipsing out into the storm as he followed her trail. 

He knew exactly where she’d be. And there she was, knees hugged to her chest on the porch swing under the now bear weeping willow. She saw him coming a mile away. I mean how could she not? He was ten feet tall. Yet she did not acknowledge him, didn’t even pull her face from her knees. As he approached, he could see that the bottoms of her pant legs were soaked. She was shivering as well. 

Her toes were beginning to turn blue, and her arms were covered in goosebumps from the cold. Her tangled hair was littered with snow flurries. Doflamingo stood a couple of feet away, almost as if he were too afraid to approach her any further. Like she just might hit him again. And honestly, he’d let her. He’d let her do anything just as long as her attention was on him.

“Hey…” He called out softly, hands in his coat pockets. 

She didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at him. In one swift motion he removed his coat, leaving him in a white, opened button up shirt. He draped it around her shoulders gently, making sure he wrapped her completely, even covering up her icy toes. She didn’t thank him, but she didn’t reject him either. Doflamingo then stooped down in front of her.

“Please.” He whispered, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—” 

Suddenly her face emerged looking hurt and absolutely enraged. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks stained with tears. 

“You’re not sorry.” She interrupted him bluntly, “And don’t say you didn’t mean it because you so did.”   

He did mean to say it. He meant to gloat to everyone about how he had her gripping the side of the tub in ecstasy. He wanted her to hear, to be upset. But not like this. He just wanted to show her who was in charge. To punish her for her insubordination. He should’ve known better. She wasn’t the type to just let that slide. 

“(Y/N), please…” He reached out to touch her, but she jerked away.

“Please what?” She snapped, “Please forgive you? Forgive you for what exactly? For holding me hostage or for telling everyone about what I so graciously allowed you to do to me?” She paused for a moment, letting him stew in her hateful words before continuing, “What you’ve done is unforgivable. I gave you what you wanted, and you threw it back in my fucking face.” 

Doflamingo was stunned, his mouth ajar as he sat before her. She was right. He had disrespected her and thrown away what little trust he had gained. He had no other choice but to choke down his pride and truly apologize.

“You’re right.” He admitted, “What I did was completely unforgivable and I don’t expect to gain your trust back just yet.”

“Or ever…” She mumbled.

He sighed, “It was— I just… I didn’t think you’d be mad. Just a little embarrassed. I wanted you to learn your lesson.”

“Learn what lesson!?” She hissed. 

“For wearing that.” He gestured to the oversized pajamas she insisted on wearing. 

“So, you publicly humiliated me over my fucking outfit?” She said in disbelief, squinting her eyes at him. 

“Well, no— It was to show you who’s in charge. I was just putting you in your place is all.” He said so casually, as if it were no big deal. 

She just stared at him. A mixture of disgust and appalment was written all over her face. 

She scoffed, “That was the worst apology I’ve ever heard.”

Doflamingo’s eye twitched underneath his shades as she rejected his apology. It took a lot of restraint for him to not snatch her up and drag her back inside. 

“You hit me.” He growled, “You hit me and it’s not even the first time.”

He was right. She had hit him before. Bit him too. (Y/N)’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes lingered on the teeth shaped scar on his neck. She remembered that day well. How he practically cornered her and forced her to defend herself. (Y/N) wasn’t a violent person. She wasn’t one to go out of her way to hurt others but right now she wanted nothing more than to beat him senseless. 

“You asked for it.” She retorted. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t want what I gave you.” His tone was dark and low as he spoke. 

(Y/N) stood from the swing immediately at his words, a grimace painted her face, and her fists trembled at her sides. She didn’t even acknowledge the snow that continued to freeze her feet and soak her pant legs. 

“I didn’t want you to run your mouth about it! And I can assure you it won’t be happening again.” With that she stomped off back in the direction of the house, his coat still draped around her shoulders like a blanket as she left another trail of footprints in the snow.

He was left there alone feeling regretful and angry, squatted down by the swing, the cold air reddening his tan skin. Doflamingo stood back up, his head hanging low as he made his way back to the palace. He feared that he let his pride ruin something yet again.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

AN: I just wanted to thank all of you who have been commenting and liking my story, it means a lot. 🩷

The first thing that crossed (Y/N)’s mind the next morning was regret. Before her eyes even opened, she was sick to her stomach. She wasn’t hungover. She was mortified and shameful. 

Doflamingo was still sleeping happily behind her. One of his big arms was draped around her much smaller torso. His fingers dug into her waist firmly as if he was afraid, she’d leave. His face was buried in her mess of hair on the pillow, his glasses off and on the nightstand. 

She wanted to slip away without him noticing but he held her so tightly it was near impossible. She managed to gently wiggle herself free from his grasp, slipping silently from under the sheet and onto the floor. Doflamingo grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. The sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, so she still had some time. 

(Y/N) snuck into the bathroom, softly shutting, and locking the door behind her. What had happened last night was evident. Their robes strewn across the floor, the tub was still filled to the brim with now murky cold water. She quickly picked up the silk robe from the floor and fixed it around herself. She was so ashamed she didn’t even want to look at herself right now. Nor did she want him to see any more than what he saw last night. 

As images from last night began to flash in her mind, her heart pounded against her ribs and her breath quickened almost to a pant. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. How could she allow him to do that? She said yes. She wanted it. Why? He was an awful man, vile even. 

(Y/N) sat down on the toilet to catch her breath and just think for a minute. 

“Never again…” She mumbled to herself, 

“Never.”

He’d want it again surely. Want to go even further. He’d expect it. Soon probably. She practically just signed her own death certificate. How could she survive fucking someone his size? He was at least ten feet tall. She stood at his hip. And not to mention his dick was almost as big around as her wrist, and damn near a foot long. How would it even work out? 

She exhaled deeply, her hands trembling as she did so. 

‘It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. We don’t have to do it ever again.’ She told herself mentally, trying to soothe her nerves. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and held it in for a moment. She then exhaled and repeated the process over and over again to calm herself and regulate her breathing. 

Just as her nerves began to settle, there was a soft knocking on the door. Not loud or demanding but enough to jar her. She already knew who it was. There was no other option. Doflamingo. He didn’t say anything, but he did knock again when she didn’t reply. 

“Just a second.” She called out to him, flushing the toilet.

She quickly washed up and splashed some water on her face, taking one last look at her frazzled self before opening up the door. Doflamingo stood, glasses on again and in a pair of underwear now. She was thankful that he wasn’t nude. She didn’t need any more reminders of what she had done. Nor did she want to be face level with his dick.

“Everything alright?” He asked, a sly smirk on his face as if he already knew she was a nervous wreck.

“Yeah fine.” She replied, pushing past him and into the bedroom. 

She could feel his eyes on her, yet he never moved away from the doorway. She made her way to the windowsill where Karma laid curled up. The sun was now slowly beginning to peak over the horizon. Karma sensed her mother's presence and blinked slowly, opening up her yellow eyes. She mewed in greetings and stretched in her spot as (Y/N) stroked her sleek, black, fur. 

Doflamingo watched for a moment before swiftly locking himself away in the bathroom. (Y/N) didn’t think much of it. She just continued to pet Karma while he did his business. She didn’t really want to talk to him. She was too embarrassed. She fought so hard to keep him from out between her legs just to let a couple glasses of champagne and a joint slide her out of her panties.

(Y/N) tried to distract herself from her self-loathing thoughts and get dressed for the day. Something he didn’t like. Her hands trembled as she undid her robe, letting the silky fabric slide from her shoulders and hips onto the floor. She wiggled herself into some comfortable pajama pants and an oversized T-shirt. Something he was reluctant to buy her. 

The shopping trip they had taken when she first arrived here consisted of him taking her to the most expensive stores in all of Dressrosa.  She however, insisted on getting herself comfortable clothes to wear as well. He was hesitant but allowed her to pick out some clothes that suited her personal style rather than his. 

Once dressed in her lazy clothes, she flopped down on the sofa, sprawled out on her back, legs over the armrest, just dangling there. Doflamingo was still in the bathroom, mainly just processing what had happened the night prior. As he washed his hands at the sink he glanced at the water filled tub, just as she had. The only difference was the reaction. A smug smile spread from ear to ear, teeth bared. He was proud, triumphant. 

He walked over to the tub, staring at his reflection in the cloudy water. He reached inside, the water that once steamed was now icy against his skin as he released the plug, letting the tub drain. Doflamingo stood over the bath, watching as the remnants of last night's events disappeared before his eyes. He stayed for a moment longer, staring at his discarded robe on the floor. Hers was gone. But he already knew that. 

The image of her crying out for him was enough to send a spark of arousal through him. He was even reluctant to brush his teeth. He could still taste her on his tongue, and he didn’t want to erase the last bit of proof that he had of their intimate encounter. He exited the bathroom to see her laid out lazily on the couch, her legs hanging freely over the arm. He strode over to her, standing arrogantly overtop of her. The window where Karma sat was now empty as she was now curled up on (Y/N)’s chest as she snuggled into her chin, purring loudly. 

“Look at my girls,” He said, “How sweet.”

(Y/N) ignored him. She didn’t even bother to look up at him. Just stared up at the ceiling as she petted the cat. Doflamingo looked over her conservative attire. Her long baggy pajama pants and shirt that was too big, left plenty to the imagination. Not that he needed to imagine. 

“Don’t be shy now.” He teased, placing a hand on her knee.

She yanked her leg away, both of them actually, just so he couldn’t move to the other one. She placed both legs underneath herself as she sat up, removing Karma from her chest. Doflamingo’s arrogance was fueled by her actions. He placed both hands on the arm of the couch as he leaned down close to her face. 

“Don’t run away now, it’s too late for that. How about we—” Before he could finish his statement she huffed loudly, rolled her eyes and stood up, and stomped off to go hide in the bathroom once again. 

“I was just going to say how we should get ready for breakfast.” He called out to her as the door shut, obviously lying. 

As she hid, he got dressed. He could tell she was embarrassed. He was the opposite. He felt like the richest man in the world. He finally had everything he could ever want. Money, power, a kingdom, and now a lover to rule by his side. Even if she didn’t see herself as his life partner, she would eventually. It was only a matter of time

(Y/N), however, was pouting in the bathroom. She sat on the lid of the toilet, arms crossed and hunched over in defeat. Doflamingo wasn’t going to allow her to pout. He pounded on the door with his fist before jiggling the locked handle. 

“You’re not hiding from me are you, little bird?” He mocked from the other side of the door. 

She didn’t answer so he continued to taunt her. “Oh come on, I’m only teasing. If you come out now maybe, I’ll play with you again.”

“FUCK OFF!” (Y/N) yelled from inside; she had finally had enough.

As she put her face in her hands, she could get the images out of her mind. She could practically feel his oversized hands gripping her hips while he shoved his long fingers inside her. The thought alone made her shiver and every hair on her body stood on end. She could hear him laughing at her from beyond the door. He rattled the handle again. 

“Come on out, love. Let's talk.” She could hear the smirk in his tone. 

(Y/N) sighed in defeat, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before standing and making her way towards the bathroom door. She couldn’t hide forever; she’d have to confront him eventually. She could see the shadows of his feet from underneath the door. He was still there. Still waiting. Without hesitation, she ripped the door open with enough force to cause him to jump back, still grinning of course. 

“There she is.” He jeered, leaning down so that he was level with her face. “You finished with your little tantrum?” 

“Eat shit.” She hissed, pushing past him. 

Doflamingo of course found her jibe amusing and took no offense as he watched her stomp off towards the window. The sun was now just barely above the horizon, peeking through the curtains and dancing across the floor. She stared out at the beautiful city below as the townspeople were just beginning to start their morning routine. 

“Are you going to get dressed for breakfast or are you going to sit around and pout all day?” Doflamingo said, interrupting her thoughts. 

He was leaned up against the wall, just outside of the bathroom as he took in her outfit. She just shook her head ‘no’ without looking.

“I am dressed.” She said simply. 

Doflamingo’s smug grin faltered and fell from his face as he eyed her through his lenses. He straightened up, pulling himself away from the wall and walking towards her slowly. 

“That’s what you’re wearing today? Pajamas? You can't be serious.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Apparently I have to do everything for you.” 

Doflamingo made his way to the dresser where her clothes were and began to rifle through the drawer, mumbling things incoherently to himself. But before he could pick her out an outfit—

“No. I’m not changing. I’m wearing this today. I don’t feel like getting all dressed up for you to stare at my tits all day.” She protested. 

Doflamingo snapped around, squinting under his shades at her, clearly unimpressed with her attitude. 

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.” He snapped, continuing to pick out her clothes. 

Before she could continue, he pulled out a tight pair of black leather pants and an intricate shirt to match. He turned and tossed them onto the bed before pulling out a pair of boots from the bottom of the closet and tossing them at her feet. 

“Put this on, and don’t argue.” He demanded, pointing a long slender finger in her direction. 

“No.” She snarled, still facing out the window and refusing to look at him. 

He let out a long, dramatic sigh as he rubbed his temples. 

“I can’t have you running around the palace looking like a little hobo, how do you think that makes me look?” He said through gritted teeth, stepping towards her as he animated his speech with his hands. 

“I don’t give a shit to be honest.” (Y/N) said, finally turning on her heel to make eye contact. 

Her arms were firmly crossed and her eyes squinted, jaw tight. The two were locked in a stare down before he finally threw his arms up in defeat before stomping out of the room, no other words spoken, just the sound of his childish footsteps down the hall as he slammed the door behind him. She felt rather successful. Even if it was something as stupid as an outfit. She felt like she regained some of the power she relinquished last night. 

(Y/N) wasn’t happy however. How could she be in a place like this? She sat down on the couch, resting her elbow on the arm and her face in her hand. Karma sat on the other end of the sofa, purring happily as she always did. Nothing seemed to faze her. The cat had been taken and brought inside against her will and yet she just accepted it. She knew it was the best option she had. She could live her best life here. 

As those thoughts crossed (Y/N)’s mind. She wondered if the best thing for her to do would be to take a page out of Karma's book and just learn to be happy. Doflamingo was right, there were plenty of women who would kill to be in her position. Maybe she was taking it for granted. 

He bought her clothes, fed her the best food money could buy, and of course he absolutely adored her beyond words. Yet she found that last bit hard to believe. And yet she wanted none of it. She just wanted her crew and her freedom and that was the only thing he couldn’t give her. 

(Y/N) felt the guilt of her ungratefulness seeping through her skin and poisoning her body as she stared at the clothes he laid out off her. She was so close to just giving in and putting on the outfit he’d chosen and walk down to breakfast like the good little pet she was supposed to be. But a surge of pride flared within her as she stood. 

“No.” she said out loud to herself. “I’m not gonna play his little games. I don’t care how many times he goes down on me. Not happening.” She shook her head as she stormed out into the hall, slamming the door behind her just as he did. 

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-nine:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

NSFW‼️

Doflamingo continued to silently feed her treats from the platter. Watching her like he was feeding a wild animal. She could feel the excitement in his eyes despite not being able to see them. (Y/N) also noticed the tinge of pink that was beginning to crept up onto his cheeks and ears from the warmth of the alcohol.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my love?” He asked, his tone smooth and sultry.

(Y/N) nodded as she licked the chocolate from her lips. Doflamingo's heart skipped a beat as he watched. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to watch her lick his— ‘No. Not yet. Give it time.’ He interrupted his own crude thoughts.

Instead, he filled his cup for the fourth and final time, emptying the bottle to the very last drop. After refilling, he drained the flute yet again, leaving nothing in the bottom. He didn’t need the fourth glass. But his nerves were starting to get the better of him. (Y/N) was acting rather uninterested. His little plan wasn’t going well at all.

She didn’t seem to swoon at his efforts. He’d never put so much time into a woman. He was used to them begging for his attention and now he found himself to be the beggar. She complied so far, she put on the robe and ate the fruits he provided, smoked his weed, drank his liquor. And yet there was no sign of arousal in her expression. She was utterly emotionless. Nothing seemed to rev her engine.

Maybe nothing ever would. He needed to get her drunker. More willing. More pliable. (Y/N) sipped casually as Doflamingo’s inner turmoil bubbled and burned in his inebriated brain. He was far more messed up than her. He wouldn’t admit it but she could handle her smoke better than him regardless of how much bigger he was.

“Finish it.” He encouraged her.

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She tilted her head back along with the glass and finished its contents. He took in the details of her (S/C) neck. The way the muscles strained as her head tilted back. How he could see as she swallowed the sweet champagne. it sent a cold chill up his spine, causing each hair to stand on end.

“Good girl.” He praised her.

The way he said it made something in her stir. It made her heart jump and her belly felt warm. And no, it wasn’t because of her second glass of champagne. (Y/N) ignored the sensation that was continuing to grow in her gut.

Gently, Doflamingo removed the cup from her hand, placing it beside his empty one. As he did so, he spoke.

“I have a little something else planned for us, pajarito.”

His tone was seductive yet calculated. He tried to keep his composure despite his drunk and high state. Nothing seemed to be wooing her. But luckily he had one more trick up his sleeve. Doflamingo stood from the bed, careful not to stumble on his own massive feet.

Doflamingo outstretched his hand to her, helping her down from the mattress as he led her towards the bathroom. As he pushed the door open, her eyes widened in realization. She let out a small, not audible gasp. He was serious.

The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of the lavender bubble bath was enough to drive any woman crazy with desire. But not (Y/N). She held her own, taking a deep breath in the humid room. No amount of rose petals and candles would slide her out of her panties.

“Go ahead,” He pushed her forwards softly, “get in.” He urged.

“Huh-uh.” She dug her heels into the marble. “No way.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, resembling a pouty child. Doflamingo couldn’t lie to himself this time. His ego and pride was definitely bruised. He truly was hurt. He exhaled deeply, sounding rather upset.

(Y/N) could sense his tension. His hand was tightening against her back, fingers digging into the silky fabric of the robe that adorned her gorgeous figure.

“Please…” His voice cracked, sounding almost as if he were about to cry.

Something churned inside her. Guilt. Clawing at her chest, begging to rip her apart.

“Fine.” She said through gritted teeth. “But don’t watch.”

A small, victorious smile graced his lips. He turned, his back now facing the luxurious tub. (Y/N) never took her eyes off of his figure as she undressed and stepped into the tub. As she submerged herself in the warm water, Doflamingo began to undo his own robe.

Once fully hidden beneath the bubbles—

“Okay, you can get in.” She said to the naked man in the room.

Doflamingo turned, his junk on full display as he strutted towards the pool like bathtub. (Y/N) turned her head in disgust. Her eyes filled with regret and disdain. It hurt him yet again, but he choked it down and stepped inside, sitting directly across from her, their knees almost touching due to his size and height.

The two of them sat in an awkward silence for a moment. Well, awkward on her part anyways. He was quite enjoying himself. He found the view before him to be absolutely stunning. Doflamingo was feeling rather smug considering he got what he wanted.

His arms were comfortably laid on the edges of the tub, completely sprawled out. He didn’t bother to keep himself hidden beneath the foam of the bubble bath. He wanted her to see what he was working with. He hoped it would entice her.

(Y/N) sat curled up, hugging her knees to her chest in utter discomfort. She refused to look in his general direction. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. It was obvious what he wanted and part of her wondered if it’d be in her best interest to just give him whatever he wanted. And yet her pride wouldn’t allow her.

Doflamingo finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them. “So, what did you get up to today?” He reached out letting his fingers brush softly against her knees, rubbing in a circular motion.

She wanted to retract, to react in repulsion. But she knew she had already tested the waters enough for today.

She gulped, choking down her disdain before responding, “Nothing much.” She shrugged. “Just read in the library and took a nap.”

It was the truth but he looked at her like he didn’t quite believe her, yet he was amused by her dishonesty.

“Oh really?” He scooted down further into the water, making their knees press together. “Is that why you were late?”

“I lost track of time. Sorry.” Her apology lacked conviction.

He knew she wasn’t sorry. She didn’t care about all of the effort he put into this night. He put everything together himself, no help, no servants. And she gave zero fucks. He’d never met a woman he couldn’t charm and it was driving him insane.

Here he was, quite literally exposed, completely vulnerable. And there she was, cowering in the corner of the tub like he was some kind of creep. Doflamingo had never been a patient man. He always took what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. But he was learning to be for her. And this is how she repays him?

He took a deep breath, calming himself before he overreacted. (Y/N) could feel the tension exuding from him and it too made her tense. She pulled into herself further, placing her chin on her knees. Her heart raced anxiously in her chest as she imagined what he’d do to her if she refused to comply.

He noticed the way she seemed to shrink in his presence. She acted like a beat dog every time he was within close proximity. For a brief moment he almost felt ashamed of himself. He relaxed, pulling back from her slightly.

“You’re afraid of me aren’t you?” The question made his heart ache as he already knew the answer.

“No…” She murmured, staring down into the foamy water.

It was an obvious lie. He could see it in her posture and it only confirmed what he already knew. It hurt knowing that she couldn’t possibly love him if she feared him. He wanted everyone to fear him. But not her. Everyone but her.

“I’m sorry.” His apology was soft and genuine.

She didn’t say anything. Not because she didn’t want to but because she didn’t know what to say. The silence between them was palpable.

An idea came to mind. It surely would gain her trust. He’d never done this for anyone. Not even those closest to him. He sat up straight, his face blank. He cleared his throat, trying to gain the courage to make the worst drunken decision of his life.

“You still want to see me without these?” He tapped the frames of his glasses.

(Y/N) looked him up and down suspiciously before slowly nodding. She straightened up her back, her heart still racing. His was too. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.

“You promise you won’t think differently of me?” He asked insecurely.

She nodded again, quicker this time. She was eager yet nervous, she couldn’t believe what he was about to do. Doflamingo swallowed, attempting to choke down the alcohol in his stomach. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so nervous.

With a trembling hand he gently gripped the frames with his fingers and slowly began to pull them from his face. (Y/N) unintentionally leaned forwards, trying to get a better look, her eyes wide in anticipation. As he removed his glasses, he looked straight at her, completely void of emotion.

His eyes were a gunmetal blue, almost gray. Or more like his eye. The right eye was beautiful. It held a stern masculine energy, a seriousness about it that was alluring in the worst way. His left eye, on the other hand, was scarred so much to the point that she wondered if he could see. There was a gash like scar that ran from underneath his eye, up to the brow. His eye was a milky white, the blue iris was barely even visible. Yet the scarring didn’t take away from his beauty.

The two stared at one another waiting for the other to speak first. Doflamingo expected her to look at him in horror like she always did, to pull back in repulsion, to insult him. Yet she didn’t. Instead, she leaned forwards in intrigument.

“Well?” He finally spoke up.

“It’s really not that bad.” She said casually, as if it were nothing, just a mere scratch.

“Not that bad?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I wondered if you even had eyes under there at all.” She replied, trying to lighten the mood.

He hurriedly put his glasses back on, a smirk playing across his face as he did so.

“You don’t find me repulsive? Weak?” He asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “No, why would I? It’s just a scar. It’s no big deal.” She shrugged it off.

He blinked in surprise, his mouth slightly open as he stared at her in awe. It was a way better reaction than he was expecting. She was completely unfazed.

“Can I ask you something?” She spoke up again, still clutching her knees to her chest.

“Go ahead.”

“Can you see out of it?”

“Not well, but yes.” He said honestly.

“Oh…” She paused awkwardly before continuing with another question. “So, what happened?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, almost like he was deciding whether or not he should tell her. But after a moment he did.

“Do you remember what I told you about my childhood, how we were tortured? He asked.

She nodded, listening intently but that’s all he said. She took the hint. That’s all he was willing to say and she could obviously put the pieces together herself. The two stared silently for what seemed like an eternity before he talked again.

“Does it disturb you?”

“No.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

She was being truthful. His messed up eye was the least concerning thing about him. She couldn’t understand why he was so worked up about it.

“Does this mean you’ll stop sleeping in those things?” She pointed up at the glasses on his face.

A smile slowly crept its way up on his face once more, making him look like his usual cocky self again.

“Anything for you.” He reached a hand out, stroking the side of her face.

Surprisingly enough, she leaned into his hand, allowing him to continue. His heart leapt in his chest. If he knew taking off his glasses would heed these results, he would've done so a month ago. This was a victory on his part.

Doflamingo scooted closer, taking both hands and pulling her closer between his legs. He held her in his arms, his cheek pressed to the top of her head. Again, she allowed it. He then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Then behind her ear. Then jaw. Next thing she knew he was on her neck. His warm lips against her skin made her tingle all over. Out of pure instinct, she tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck.

Doflamingo took full advantage of the position she was in. He then began to leave sloppy, wet, kisses up and down her neck. Sucking and biting as he went. One hand was on her hip and the other clinging to her waist beneath the water as he assaulted her (S/C) skin.

Just as he got to her collarbone, she gently pushed him by his chest. Not forcefully but enough to tell him to stop.

“That’s enough.” She halted him before he could reach her chest.

He pulled back, disbelief and offense written all over his face. In one swift and impulsive motion, he grabbed her by the throat, keeping his other hand firmly gripping her waist.

“Nobody likes a tease.” He growled against her ear.

(Y/N) didn’t even flinch. It was as if she expected it. Instead she only smirked in return.

“You sure seem to.” She retorted smugly, his hand still firmly grasping her throat.

He didn’t reply. He just held her there for a second. Then, to her surprise, he crashed his lips into hers. Her eyes widened and she let out a whimper. He took advantage of her whine and shoved his long tongue into her mouth, immediately intertwining it with hers.

He kept her throat in his hand so she couldn't escape. Yet she never even tried. Much to his surprise, she kissed him back. She placed both hands against his chest, feeling all the way up until her hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

Doflamingo suddenly released her throat and grabbed both hips roughly as he hoisted her up, forcing her legs around his chest. He was so much larger that she couldn’t even wrap around him fully. He completely overpowered her. (Y/N) couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, feeling his teeth tugging at her bottom lip.

Without warning, he shifted, pulling her completely out of the water and placing her on the wall of the tub, leaving her completely exposed to him as he kissed her.

The cool air chilled her wet flesh, making every inch of her skin prickle. She deepened the kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth this time. After a moment, Doflamingo finally broke the make-out just so he could leave a trail of kisses down her neck and chest. He latched his mouth to the swell of her breast, sucking and biting roughly.

She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. He swirled her hardened nipple around his tongue, groaning in return, sending a vibration through her chest. (Y/N) let one of her hands wander up to grip a handful of his golden locks as she arched her back, urging him to continue.

He released the one nipple with a ‘pop’ and moved to the other, imitating his last motions. Doflamingo moved one hand up from her hip to knead her free breast, pinching and twisting her hardened peak. She moaned again, louder this time as she pressed her core against his toned chest.

He couldn’t help but grin with her nipple between his teeth. He released her from his mouth, planting more kisses down her belly and stopping at her hip line. He looked up at her greedily.

“Do you want this?” He asked, letting his hands roam her body as he waited for a response.

(Y/N)’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted him but she wasn’t sure her pride would allow it. She made the quick decision to physically choke down her ego and nod.

“Yes.” She panted out.

If possible, his grin grew wider before prying open her legs. Without hesitation he buried his face in her wet heat. His tongue immediately found her sweet spot and began to swirl and suck. Her hips bucked up in response as she let out a pleasurable gasp.

After a moment his tongue switched from her clit to her already soaked core, diving straight in as he pumped it in and out of her. He then pressed his thumb lightly to her and began to rub in a soft, circular motion that made her toes curl.

“Fuck….” She whined, throwing her head back as she opened her legs even further, inviting him in.

She fought the urge to grind against his face. Her legs shook as she arched her back. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes were closed but his never left her. He wanted to watch her fall apart under him. But not yet.

Just as she could feel herself about to come— he pulled his tongue from her hole, leaving a string of her wet and his saliva connecting the two of them. Quickly he shoved one of his long fingers inside, curling and pumping slowly. He wanted to savor the taste of her on his tongue for a moment.

One of his fingers was damn near the size of a normal man’s dick. He licked his lips as he watched her squirm and writhe against his palm. After he felt her heat expand, he added in another finger, stretching her further. Doflamingo latched himself to her clit again, slurping and sucking.

She felt so high under his touch. The way his massive tongue knew how to please her like he’d been going down on her for years.

“Fuck, you’re so good….” She groaned, pulling his hair, making him groan back.

He felt like he could finish just from the taste of her alone. Her whole body began to tremble and her breathing quickened. She was close again and wasn’t going to hold back. She gripped his hair even harder, squeezing his head with her thighs as she ground her hips into his face. With her free hand she used it to grip the wall of the tub, holding herself steady.

Doflamingo was throbbing beneath the water. He removed his hand from her hip and wrapped it around his cock and began to stroke himself. He moaned into her pussy as he felt himself growing closer too. He began to thrust his hip into his own hand, chasing his climax as he continued on her clit, pumping his fingers in and out.

The knot in her core was becoming tighter and tighter until—

“FUCK…!” She exclaimed, bucking her hips one last time as she arched her back, completely coming undone around his fingers.

He felt her pussy clench his fingers and her clit throb and twitch under his tongue as she finished. The image and sound of her climax was enough to send him over the edge as well, spurting his cum into the soapy water. He moaned and whimpered loudly against her cunt as he rode out his own climax as well as helping her ride out hers.

His face was still glued to her, his tongue still as the two of them quivered and panted. (Y/N) looked down at him, her eyes glossy and heavy, lips slightly parted. She had never came like that in her life. He was by far the best fuck she’d ever had, and he hadn’t even fully fucked her yet.

She twitched as he removed his mouth and fingers slowly. His two fingers were completely covered in her wet. His eyes never left hers as he slowly slid them into his mouth, moaning as he sucked her essence from his fingertips. Once clean, he removed them, licking his lips with a satisfied grin.

“Absolutely beautiful.” He purred.

Suddenly he pulled her to his chest, wrapping her legs around him again before standing out of the water, making her cling to him. He kept one arm wrapped around her as he used his free hand to ease them both out of the tub. Once out, he gently set her feet down on the floor, allowing her to stand.

Without a word he grabbed two towels, handing one to her before drying himself off. Once they were both dry he led her out of the bathroom and hoisted her up into the bed. She expected him to try and keep going, and honestly she would’ve let him, but he didn’t. He just removed the tray of food from atop the sheets and blew out the candles before climbing in beside her.

Doflamingo pulled her nude body against his, placing a soft kiss to her neck as he spooned her. He didn’t expect to feel like this. He didn’t feel prideful. He felt completed. Whole. Loved even. The two of them slept on top of the sheets, wrapped in each other's embrace the whole night. She didn’t pull herself from his arms once that night. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was his now.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-eight:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Weeks had passed since he had gotten her the swing. She used it of course. Usually during those late work nights of his. (Y/N) didn’t mind. Karma and her would just curl up together and read or nap.

Doflamingo didn’t talk much on those nights. There was always an eerie silence in the room. It was so quiet the only sound in the room was the scratching of his pen on parchment as well as the electricity running through the walls. Occasionally he would grunt or mumble to himself but not much else. He seemed too busy to put up with her yet he didn’t want her too far away from him.

(Y/N) didn’t know whether he feared she’d run or if he truly just craved her companionship.

On the nights he didn’t work, the two of them would sit in the bedroom while he yammered on about whatever nonsense she clearly didn’t care about. He would feed her exotic chocolates and rare wines until the sun would come up some nights. She wouldn’t give him much information about herself. No matter how much he asked, she always kept the answers vague and minimal.

“What’s your favorite color?” He would ask eagerly, tapping his glass as he laid on his belly on the mattress across from her.

“I don’t know, don’t care.” She would reply blandly, her face void of emotion.

“What about your childhood? What was that like? Did you have a family?” He would grin broadly as he spoke, almost as if she were truly answering his questions.

“It was okay I guess. And yeah I have a family.” She’d answer back vaguely.

He knew he’d never get any answers out of her. Not until she wanted to of course. The problem was that she didn’t want to and didn’t see herself wanting to in the foreseeable future. Mainly out of fear he might find out about her past. She couldn’t tell him. Not yet at least. Not like he’d believe her anyways.

Her past was so unbelievably complicated. She was in an entirely different timeframe than the one she was born into. Somewhere in the far future and the only thing that tied her to her home was her phone, still hidden in his bathroom. Some days she’d forget it was even there. Others, she was sick to her stomach with worry, scared he’d find it.

A few days ago he almost caught her. (Y/N) had decided to go hide away in the bathroom one morning. She had some personal business to take care of and she was desperate for a little bit of nostalgia. So while on the toilet, she pulled her phone from the vase her phone was hidden in.

(Y/N) made sure the door was locked before pulling it quietly from its secret hiding place. Doflamingo was still sprawled out, completely knocked from a night of heavy drinking and smoking. So she assumed she was safe. But as long as she remained in his grasp, she was never truly safe.

She turned the phone on. It had been kept off. Scared that somehow it might go off or even die. She’d been here for months at this point and didn’t expect it to even turn back on. She thought it’d be completely dead. But she got lucky. She just wanted to scroll through some pictures for a while. Something to give her hope.

There were all sorts of videos and pictures of her and the crew. Franky was the most fascinated with the device. It was one of the coolest things anybody on the ship had ever seen. I mean in this world what kind of object has the power to call, send messages, play music, and has games?

Brook and Luffy were always requesting songs to be played. Especially at dinner when the whole crew was together. Luffy seemed to like upbeat pop music, Brook liked soulful, funky music, and Robin liked softer, more meaningful music. Zoro, unsurprisingly, didn’t seem to care much either way. However, (Y/N) would catch him bopping his head to some rap music occasionally when he pretended to sleep on the deck.

(Y/N) scrolled through her music, sound off of course, looking at each Strawhats favorite song and genre. She sighed longingly, wishing she was with them. Hell, she’d even take her old life before Luffy over the situation she was in now.

Just as she was about to finish up in the bathroom, Doflamingo banged loudly from the other side of the door, startling her so bad she audibly gasped and dropped her phone on the marble floor beneath her.

“What are you up to in there?” Doflamingo’s voice called out, jiggling the knob as he did so.

(Y/N) panicked and blurted out— “Just taking a shit, be out in a sec!”

Doflamingo was silent for a moment, the door handle quit moving as well. She could sense his disgust and disdain for her brutally honest reply. He was obviously hoping to catch her doing something more interesting.

“Eugh! Hurry up!” He exclaimed before moving away from the door, utterly grossed out.

After such a close call, she thought it best to not get her phone out again. She felt like she was a grounded teenager again, sneaking her phone back from her mothers room.

Today was a much different day. Doflamingo’s rustling woke her sometime in the night. It was unusual. He’d never woken her up before. (Y/N) was soundly asleep. Doflamingo was spooning her and she was spooning the cat. That was until he began to move and mumble in his sleep.

His grip on her tightened, initially waking her. In a half-asleep state, she removed herself from his arms and laid flat on her stomach and tried to go back to sleep. However, he flipped over onto his back and began to murmur and groan louder. Doflamingo’s breathing quickened as his head thrashed from side to side.

“No… No… Stay away from me!” He hollered into the night.

(Y/N) was no longer dozing back to sleep. She was now upright and staring into his face, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched him struggle in his sleep. She didn’t know whether to wake him or not.

“You’re dead…” He grumbled painfully.

The glasses he never removed were still firmly placed on his head, keeping his eyes hidden as always. But she noticed something seeping out from the corners of his eyes. Tears. She knew she had to wake him from his nightmare. It didn’t matter if he hit her in the process. He might even do more harm if she left him like this.

With a gentle, shaky hand, she patted him on his broad, sweaty chest. “Hey, Doffy…” She whispered, tapping him again.

It didn’t work. He only stirred harder, his fists pounded into the mattress as he yelled again.

“Don’t touch me!” He bellowed, shaking his head.

She jumped back for a second, wincing as if expecting him to swing at her. Once she realized he was still dreaming, she reached a hand out again. This time, rubbing his cheek with a tenderness only a mother would have.

“Shhh….” She hushed him, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “Wake up, you’re okay.” She hummed.

He didn’t wake but his breathing slowed. (Y/N) tried again, this time tapping his cheek lightly with her two fingers.

“Doffy.” She said a little louder, “Wake up.”

He then inhaled deeply, clearly startled. He looked around frantically before sitting up so quickly he pushed her back onto her butt with his shoulder.

“What? What is it!?” He continued to look around as if he was expecting an intruder.

The only thing moving in the room was Karma, who was pouting in the windowsill, cleaning her tail in the moonlight.

“Are you okay?” (Y/N) asked, sitting back up to get a good look at him.

The sweat from his night terror was glistening in the light that peeked through his sheer curtains. His chest rose and fell quickly, shoulders shaking as he peered down at the girl in his bed.

“I’m fine. Why did you wake me?” He seemed almost offended that she woke him.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured, looking down at his chest. “You were having a bad dream.”

“No I wasn’t.” He answered quickly, throwing himself back down onto the bed, lying with his back facing her. “Go back to bed.”

(Y/N) sat there for a moment before reluctantly laying back down in the bed. She knew he would never admit to having a moment of weakness in front of her. Especially not after his last fall out at his birthday party. That was embarrassing for the both of them and he knew it.

Doflamingo was of course still pretending to be too drunk to remember. (Y/N) knew better than to ever bring it up again. She was afraid of what kind of reaction she’d receive.

The next morning he was gone before her. Nothing too unusual. If he was upset with her in any way or had embarrassed himself, she noticed that he woke first and would leave for breakfast without her. It made her wonder how someone so big made such little waves when he vanished from the room.

She didn’t feel like going to breakfast. If he wanted to pout then fine, she’d let him. Why chase after a man who behaved like a pestilent child? She dressed herself and made her way to the library.

Once inside, someone was waiting for her. Not Doflamingo, thank God. But Violet. He of course requested that the two women spend more time together. (Y/N) knew he just wanted to find information out about her. She wasn’t that stupid or naive. Yet there was something comforting and real about Violet. She was always so kind to (Y/N), regardless of how much she snapped at her.

“There you are,” Violet spoke as soon as she entered. “We were wondering what happened to you. I think the Young Master is looking for you.” Violet couldn’t help but giggle, covering her mouth at the idea of Doflamingo searching the palace for her.

“Fuck him. Let him look.” (Y/N) scoffed, sauntering over to the chair that sat on Violet's right side.

She plopped down lazily in the chair, completely spread out as if she was Doflamingo. Although she wouldn’t admit it, she had acquired some of his attributes. Like right now for example. Not to mention she had been walking the halls as if she owned the place. And she kind of did. She was now allowed to freely roam the halls as she pleased, and no one could say a word to her. Not even Trebol or Diamanté.

“You know he’ll be upset. I don’t understand why you insist on toying with him. He’s very dangerous.” Violet warned.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, smirking slightly. “What’s he going to do to me? Really? Let me go? What a punishment.” She replied dryly.

Violet just shook her head, lightly laughing. “You’re braver than most I know, I’ve never seen him behave this way before either.”

“That’s what everyone says.” (Y/N) replied, seemingly intrigued. “What’s up with him, huh? Seems like a big baby to me.”

Violet stifled her laughter at that, mainly out of fear he might hear her.

“You can’t say that, what if he hears?” She scolded.

“I’m not scared of his bitch ass.” (Y/N) lied.

She leaned in closer to Violet, lowering her voice to a whisper as she glanced at the doors. “I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.” She grinned as she spoke.

Violet looked almost stunned by her confident answer. The expression only deepened when the doors to the library flew open. Of course it was him. It was always him.

“Oh man…” (Y/N) quietly complained.

“There you are pajarito.” Doflamingo’s booming voice echoed throughout the library as he stormed towards her, coat billowing behind him like a pink cape. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, where were you?” He stopped in front of her, hands on his hips as he demanded an answer.

“I was in bed. I didn’t want breakfast.” She answered him simply.

He only huffed in return before crossing his arms over his chest. That answer clearly wasn’t good enough.

“Why? What’s the matter? Are you ill?” He immediately squatted down on her level, placing the back of his hand on her forehead almost as if he was checking her temperature.

She swatted his hand away with a disgusted scoff. “I am fine.” She hissed, glaring a hole through him.

He stood, sighing as he ran a finger through his hair. His eyes never left his prize. He didn’t even glance in Violet’s direction. Not that she was complaining. It was as if she wasn’t even there.

“Fine, if you insist.” He threw his hands up in mock defeat, grinning. “I just wanted to tell you to be in the room by eight tonight. I have plans for us.” He said.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, exhaling dramatically. “Fine, I’ll be there.” She waved him off as if she were the boss of him, yet he obliged, smiling madly as he waved goodbye to her.

Later that night, (Y/N) had made her way back to the library. She still had about two hours until she had to meet with her captor. Until then she’d just read in solitude. While she read, Doflamingo was planning a romantic night. He wanted tonight to be the night.

He instructed the maids to put on fresh sheets. The cooks were told to prepare an arrangement of aphrodisiacs for them to indulge in. Dark chocolate covered strawberries, figs, pomegranate seeds, as well as a bottle of his finest champagne. He wanted the room to exude romance and pure sexuality.

He showered up, and put on his best cologne, dressed in his finest silk robe, slightly opened to show off his chest, and nothing underneath. All for her. It was a deep blood red in color and short in length. He wanted her to crave his body like he craved hers.

7:45pm.

‘She’ll be here any minute.’ He thought to himself.

Doflamingo had a last minute idea. He’d set the bathroom up for an erotic bath together. It was the closest he’d manage to get so far. That night played through his mind as he filled the tub up. The smell of the lavender bath oil made the hairs on the back of his neck stand with excitement. It sent a wave of arousal through him as he was reminded of how her breast felt beneath his palm, how her hard nipple felt on his tongue.

8:00pm

The tub was filled with bubbles and steaming water. He decorated the bathroom with pink rose petals leading a trail to the tub. The only light inside was the various scented candles he lined around the wall of the tub. If this didn’t woo her, he didn’t know what would.

Doflamingo laid himself out on the bed, trying his hardest to look seductive. He laid on his side, propping up his head with his elbow as he waited for her. And waited, and waited, and waited.

8:15pm

He was now beginning to grow impatient. Worried even. Did she finally escape? Was she playing with him? Avoiding him on purpose? No, no. She was just making him wait. Teasing him. That’s all, nothing more.

8:30pm

Now he was pissed. This was beyond a playful joke. She was so downright dissing him. And he wasn’t going to stand for it. Just as he was about to put out the candles and go find her, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the girl and her cat as they trudged inside.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice the candles and roses strewn across the room as she let the cat down on the floor.

“There you are. I said eight.” He said, his jaw clenched as he tried his hardest to not sound as angry as he was.

“Sorry,” she shrugged, hardly noticing his attire and position. “I lost track of time.”

Doflamingo pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling in disappointment. “It’s fine. Just forget it. Come here.” He wiped the sneer from his face and put on a smile as he beckoned her, curling his first finger.

She rolled her eyes before finally taking in the room as well as him. Her eyes widened in realization. He was trying to climb on her. Again. The tray of food was laid out before him, two flutes of champagne were set out along with a bottle on the bedside table.

(Y/N) sighed. She wasn’t going to give in. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted her. It wasn’t happening. She shuffled forwards towards the bed, kicking off her shoes as she climbed up beside him. But before she could climb into the bed he put a hand out, stopping her.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He teased. “Why don’t you put on something a little more comfortable?” He let a finger trail against her exposed collarbone.

He then pointed to a matching silk robe in her size, hanging at the end of the bedframe. She glared at him but only for a moment before snatching the robe from the bed and making her way to the bathroom. But just before she could enter, he stopped her yet again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He called after her.

“To change?” She said, a brow raised as she pointed towards the door.

He didn’t want to ruin the surprise, he couldn’t have her go in yet or she’d never fall for it.

“Change here. I want to watch.”

It was the perfect excuse. It wasn’t a lie but it distracted her enough.

“Ew, no way!” She grimaced in disgust, placing the robe over her chest as if he were trying to undress her himself.

“Oh come on, like I haven’t seen what you’ve got already.” He licked his lips as his mind ran wild with thoughts.

“Not all of it, and I’d like to keep it that way.” She retorted.

“Not for long you won’t.” He chuckled softly. “Change here, I won’t look, promise.” He placed one of his large hands over his already shaded eyes.

(Y/N) didn’t trust him, but she knew it was best to just do as she was told. She turned her back to him before placing the robe overtop of her dress. With her back still turned she let the dress drop from her figure before tying the robe tightly around her. Once covered, she climbed into the bed next to him.

Doflamingo uncovered his eyes, taking in her new, laidback appearance.

“Perfect, mi amor.” He cooed in her ear.

He handed her a glass, filled to the brim with bubbling champagne as he himself took one. He clinked the glasses together before promptly downing his. Doflamingo was honestly a little nervous. Not that he’d admit it of course. He needed the booze to loosen him up a little.

“I’ve gotten you a little something as well.” Doflamingo said as he filled up his glass.

He then picked up a perfectly rolled joint from the tray of food, handing it to her as well as a lighter. She took them both in the same hand before following Doflamingo and downing her glass. He offered to refill it for her and she took the offer without hesitation.

(Y/N) then placed the joint loosely between her lips, flicking the lighter at its tip. The flame reflected in Doflamingo’s glasses as he watched. How she mesmerized him. The way she so effortlessly inhaled the smoke into her lungs. Not to mention the fact that it drove him absolutely crazy when she exhaled the smoke through her nose.

The way the smoke curled around her nostrils. It made her look like a dragon. Powerful. Confident. Beautiful. He loved to watch her smoke. He propped himself up on his elbow and sipped as he watched her.

“So,” Doflamingo finally spoke up. “How have you and Violet been getting along?”

“Fine.”

“Good, good. I want you to have friends. Maybe I could have you spend some time with Baby soon, how does that sound?” He asked, trying to sound sincere but not quite cutting it.

She shrugged nonchalantly, like she didn’t care one way or the other. The ember in the joint burned bright in the dimly lit room. Doflamingo couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. Off of her.

“Why do you keep me here?” She asked, sounding rather unapologetic.

Doflamingo leaned back against the headboard as he downed the second glass. With a clink he set it down on the bedside table. He looked amused that she would even ask such a question.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He grinned, taking the joint from between her lips and placing it between his own. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.”

“And what would that be?” She challenged him.

“Well,” He outstretched his long legs, getting comfortable before he continued. “You’re extremely loyal— not to me yet but soon you will be. You’re absolutely breathtaking as well.” He grinned broadly at that statement before devouring her form with his eyes.

“You’re as brilliant as you are beautiful, and not to mention how you can take a hit and a joke. Makes me wonder what else you can take.” He chuckled at his innuendo.

(Y/N) frowned and rolled her eyes at him. She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched as the smoke danced around the white frames of his sunglasses. She wanted to rip them from his face, call him a coward, and kick his ass right then and there. But she knew she’d never win. And hell, he’d probably like it.

He finished off the rest of the joint in one long puff before putting it out in the ashtray nearby. It was probably a good thing he didn’t let her finish it. She was already high enough. Her eyes and head were equally as heavy and she could feel her ears and neck heating up from the champagne.

The second glass remained full in her hand, completely untouched. She was almost afraid to get too wasted around him tonight. She could tell over the past few days he was getting touchy with her. More than usual. There was an occasional brush of fingers or head pushing her hair back out of her face, holding her hand maybe. But this was different.

“There’s plenty of women who are better than me. Closer to your age, bigger too. So that doesn’t really answer my question.” She said suddenly.

Doflamingo chuckled, pouring himself a third glass. He sipped from it rather than chugging it this time. Then he leaned forwards, only mere inches away from her face. With his free hand he reached out, cupping her chin in his massive palm.

“You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever met. I knew you weren’t like the others even before we met. I could tell from the look in your eyes. The way you stood. There’s something there that you won’t let me see. And I want all of you.” Doflamingo purred, just above a whisper.

“Well you can’t have me.” She seethed, squinting her eyes at him.

He leaned back.” We’ll see about that, pajarito.”

The two sat in a charged silence for a moment. Just staring at one another.

“Drink.” He said.

(Y/N) glanced down at the flute of champagne. She was gripping the stem of the glass so tightly she feared it might snap. She loosened her grip and brought her shaky hand up to her mouth, drinking as he instructed.

Doflamingo finished off his third glass without taking his eyes off of her. The way she looked in that robe made him want to take her right there. To take the glass from her hand, swipe the tray of aphrodisiacs into the floor and have her as many times as he wanted. The effects of the alcohol were starting to take over his brain. He was feeling rather impulsive.

“Here,” He reached out, plucking a strawberry from the tray and brushing it against her bottom lip. “Try it.”

The cool, hardened, dark chocolate slid with ease across her lips with ease. The condensation clinging to her skin. She parted her lips and let him place the strawberry between her teeth. He held the stem as she crunched down on it. Their eyes never left one another as they did so. As she chewed, she knew this was going to be a long night.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-seven:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

The next afternoon, Violet and (Y/N) sat alone together in an awkward silence. Violet didn’t dare try to read her mind again. Not after last time. Instead, she tried to talk to her and attempt to earn her trust at Doflamingo’s request.

(Y/N) was being extremely uncooperative. She wasn’t as stupid and naive as he wished she was. But then again, maybe that’s what he loved the most about her. It was obvious to her that Violet wasn’t interested in true friendship, she only was following orders. It all seemed so methodical. Like she had no real plan.

Violet tried her hardest to interact with her.

“What was your childhood like? Did you have any friends? What about school? Did you go?” She seemed rather eager to learn about (Y/N)’s prior education. Of course, she just sat and gave vague answers like, “It was okay I guess.” Or “yeah.” And then she’d go back to her book.

After about an hour of Violet trying to coax out some real answers, she finally realized that maybe she needed a new approach. Something they could potentially bond over. There was only one thing that came to mind.

“I’m sorry.” Violet suddenly apologized.

(Y/N) peeked up from her book, brow raised as Karma purred happily in her lap.

“Sorry for what?” She responded rather coldly.

“For bothering you. Doflamingo put me up to it, you see.” Violet explained.

“Oh no shit?” (Y/N) replied sarcastically, shoving her nose back into her book.

Violet sighed, feeling rather defeated but she knew she’d be punished if she came back with nothing.

“It’s just that— “She paused for dramatic effect, hoping to grab her attention.

(Y/N) huffed in return, slamming her book shut in irritation. The disturbance made Karma scowl and hop down into the floor, immediately bathing herself in displeasure.

“What?” (Y/N) said impatiently.

Violet was almost appalled by her crass response but kept her composure.

“He wanted me to learn more about you.” She confessed.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and scoffed in disgust.

“Well you can tell him, that I said he can go fuck himself. Did he think I didn’t know what he was up to?” (Y/N) spat rather harshly, squinting her eyes and leaning forwards.

Violet’s mouth dropped at her hateful remark. She began to stutter and couldn’t seem to find anything to retort with. She knew Doflamingo surely wouldn’t be pleased. (Y/N) then leaned back into her chair, looking rather relaxed. Almost as if she didn’t just cuss Violet out just now.

“Look,” she said, “it’s nothing personal. I just can’t fucking stand him.” She tried to explain.

Violet closed her mouth and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, I’m not exactly a fan of his either but I do what I have to.” She admitted.

“Why?” (Y/N) asked.

That was a tough question. Doflamingo single handedly destroyed this country. He pretended to be the hero to save Dressrosa but he was the reason for King Riku— Her fathers downfall. Violet wasn’t willing to give up information if (Y/N) wouldn’t either.

“Tell me something that I can tell Doflamingo and I’ll tell you why I’m here.” Violet attempted to bargain with her.

“Like what?” (Y/N) cocked her head to the side.

“How long did you go to school for?” She asked.

“I started school young, probably four. Graduated at eighteen, then went to college for a couple of years before I ended up a pirate.” (Y/N) answered honestly.

She hoped that that information would be enough to please Doflamingo and keep Violet out of trouble.

“I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear that.” Violet replied happily.

“Now you.” (Y/N) didn’t forget about their agreement.

Violet sighed, the smile dropping from her face before answering, “It was about eight years ago, my father was the king of Dressrosa. That was until Doflamingo forced him and the guards to attack the civilians using his strings. Then he— “Violet seemed to be getting choked up. “He had my sister killed. I promised to work for him if he let my father live.”

(Y/N) was stunned by her confession. It only fueled her hatred for Doflamingo even further.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” (Y/N) hung her head in shame, feeling guilty she made her relieve such events.

“It’s not your fault.” Violet’s voice cracked as she spoke.

She then stood, flattening out her dress before she retreated towards the library doors.

“Excuse me, I have to go report back.” She said, her back turned to (Y/N).

Doflamingo sat alone in his office, mindlessly scribbling his signature down on every document that required it. His mind wasn’t focused on his work like it should have been. It was always on her. Periodically, his eyes would find themselves drifting in the direction of the swing he had placed for her. It sat empty and still. Completely vacant.

How he wished that perfect little body of her was curled up inside of it. He was desperate for her company. He had been so lonely all afternoon. Yet he controlled the urge to hunt her down. He knew she would be with Violet. He instructed them to spend time together.

He hoped she’d come back with some useful information—

Just then, the sound of the wooden doors creaking open broke him from his thoughts. Violet peered inside.

“Is this a bad time, Young Master?” Violet spoke softly.

“No, no, perfect timing, sit.” He said excitedly, placing his pen down and urging her to sit across from him.

He poured them both a glass of wine hastily, before shoving one of the large glasses in her dainty hands.

“So,” He leaned back in his chair comfortably, “What did you find out? What did she tell you?”

Violet swirled the contents of the glass, staring down into the crimson liquid that rimmed her cup.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” Violet said just above a whisper.

Doflamingo’s expression shifted inhumanly fast.

“Tell me.”

Violet took a deep breath.

“She told you to go fuck yourself.”

Violet closed her eyes tightly, waiting for him to hit her or scream, maybe throw that wine back in her face. But instead, he just laughed. Cackled even. Doflamingo threw his head back in boisterous laughter. It was so loud it shook the frames on the walls.

Once he contained himself, he leaned forwards, resting his elbows on the desk as he wiped faux tears from underneath his shades.

“Go on,” he urged, waving his hand lazily, “What else did she say?”

Violet was taken aback. She didn’t expect this kind of reaction from him. She just stared in a stunned silence for a moment, unsure how to continue.

“I-I um— she said she started school at four and graduated at eighteen.” Violet muttered.

“What else?”

“She also said she went to college for a couple of years before she became a pirate.”

“College huh? What school did she attend?” He asked.

“I didn’t get that out of her.” She hung her head shamefully.

Doflamingo let out an unsatisfied ‘hmph’ but continued. “What did she go to college for? What did she study?”

Violet just shook her head. “I don’t know, sir. She wouldn’t say.”

Doflamingo wasn’t thrilled with that reply, but he seemed happy enough.

“An educated woman…” He murmured more to himself than Violet.

After an awkward moment of silence, he shooed her away lazily.

“Go on, you’ve done well. You’ll be rewarded… Eventually.”

And with that she bowed her head and left. Doflamingo sat in his office for the next hour just thinking. He wasn’t working, he wasn’t drinking himself to death. Just thinking. The glass of wine remained untouched on his desk.

He’d never been with a woman who had any kind of college education. In all honesty, he preferred to fuck stupid women. It’s not like he loved them. Hell, he didn’t even like most of them. But she was different; she was something else entirely. No one had ever spoken to him that way before.

He wanted her badly. Each passing day he grew hungrier for her. He craved to hear his name on her tongue, to feel her quiver beneath him. It was beginning to drive him mad. Sleeping next to her wasn’t enough. Her defiance wasn’t enough. He needed her to love him. No question about it.

Doflamingo removed his glasses and closed his eyes, leaning so far back it almost flipped his chair. He replayed her memory over and over again in his deranged mind. The sight of her little hands working that pen onto the paper before her. He wondered what kind of student she was.

Was she top of her class? Maybe a troublemaker? Potentially even a class clown? The thoughts didn’t stop. What did she major in? Something in the medical field perhaps? Maybe literature? Or history? The possibilities were endless, and he so desperately needed to find out for himself.

He shot up from his chair, pushing his glasses back onto his face before striding out of the room in search of his lover. Of course he found her in the library, where else? She was curled up in the same chair as yesterday, reading his favorite book. The one she picked out all on her own.

“So, you think I should go fuck myself, huh?” Was the first thing he said as he barged through the doors,

He didn’t hide his presence this time. He strode in loud and confident, letting the double doors slam shut behind him.

(Y/N) jumped in her seat, wide eyed and surprised by his sudden entrance. His feathered coat billowed behind him as he walked towards her, stopping only a few feet away.

“I bet you’d like to watch too, wouldn’t you little bird?” He grinned broadly at his own crude statement.

She sneered in return.

“Fucking gross.” She murmured under her breath before sticking her nose back into the pages of her book.

He quickly snatched the book from her grasp, receiving a ‘hey!’ in protest as she reached out for it. He of course had five feet on her and held it high above her head.

“So, I hear you’re a college girl.” He teased. “Tell me about that, won’t you?” He pretended to beg, not convincingly so either.

“Tell you what exactly?” She crossed her arms across her chest, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“What did you study? I’m dying to know.” He squatted down on her level, still grinning ear to ear as he always did.

“Does it matter?” She retorted.

“Of course it matters,” He reached out a hand, gently stroking her bottom lip with his thumb.

She didn’t jerk away. She just sat there, looking out the window as if he weren’t caressing her.

“Psychology.” She answered plainly.

He removed his thumb from her lip, seemingly satisfied.

“Oh, so you are my little master manipulator, aren’t you?” He teased again.

She didn’t reply, just huffed. Still keeping her eyes away from his.

“Oh, now don’t be that way little bird, I’m only teasing.” He continued to rub against her lip with his thumb.

“We’ll talk after dinner. Come.” He stood, reaching a hand out to her.

She took it, just like she always did, and allowed him to lead her away from the one safe spot she had left.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-six:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Doflamingo cracked open the door to the library, peering inside. (Y/N) and Karma were curled up in an armchair together. He could hear her saying something but couldn’t quite make it out. He crept in further, trying to remain unnoticed.

Doflamingo peeked out from behind one of the bookcases, watching the two of them interact. (Y/N) had Karma cradled in her arms like a newborn as she rocked her gently, cooing sweet things while the cat purred in response. His lips twitched into a small, genuine smile at the sight before him. Doflamingo clutched at his chest as she made it ache.

He’d seen her with the cat many times before, but for some reason this act of softness made him swoon. The way her voice became higher when she spoke to Karma, how she kissed the top of the cat’s head with a loving smile on her face. The things the girl said were even sweeter than her tone. (Y/N) repeated how cute she was, as well as how much she loved her. The cat in return just slowly blinked, kneading its paws in the air.

It reminded him of how kind she had been to him on the night of his birthday. How he had been belligerently drunk and had collapsed in her lap, a sobbing mess. And yet she didn’t run away, she stayed. Calmed him even.

She had such a strong maternal instinct towards the cat and him. He could see it clearly. He had raised a handful of children—none his, of course. He viewed them more as younger siblings than his children. Baby 5, Buffalo, Law even…

It made him wonder how she’d feel about motherhood. Doflamingo couldn’t help but imagine how she would look with his child in her swollen belly. He never wanted children of his own. His mortality never concerned him until now. But the thought of her being the one to carry out the Donquixote line made his heart swell with joy.

Doflamingo had watched the two for so long that the girls began to doze off together in that chair. He wanted to watch for longer, but he couldn’t stand to not have his hands on her much longer. Doflamingo stepped forwards quietly, making sure not to wake them just yet. As he approached them, he crouched down at her side. He then brushed the loose hairs that fell over her face with the back of his large hands.

“Hey,” he whispered softly in her ear. “Wake up, little bird.”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply as her head lifted quickly. Her eyes then fluttered open, and she turned to look at him, almost looking dazed. She rubbed her eyes and hummed in response. Karma just stretched out in her lap, eyes still closed but clearly awake.

Doflamingo’s smile widened as their eyes finally met. (Y/N)’s expression turned from dazed to disappointed. He couldn’t deny it stung.

“You were asleep.” He spoke.

“No, I wasn’t.” She lied.

Doflamingo chuckled lightly before standing back up straight. He towered over her menacingly. As unintentional as it was, it still reminded her how much larger and stronger he was than her. He wasn’t being controlling or cruel at that moment, but she knew that he could be at any given moment.

While he peered down with nothing but love in his eyes she saw nothing but a ravenous beast, licking its chops as it planned to devour her. In his opinion, he hadn’t caused her any harm yet, nor did he intend to. Doflamingo just wanted her to love him back so badly it hurt. He didn’t know what else to do to gain her affection. He catered to her every need. Fed her the best food in the world. He even bought her a brand-new wardrobe.

He’d never been so enamored with anyone else. Never needed someone before. The feeling was foreign. It made him weak, and he knew it. Everyone knew it. Diamanté, Vergo, and especially Trebol. They all have nonstop questioned him since her arrival. Instead of heeding their warnings, he responded in anger every single time. Dismissing them completely.

The two stared at one another in silence. His staring was in adoration and hers was in discomfort. He was imagining their life together and she was planning an escape route in case he attacked.in his thought.

“Have you picked out a book yet?” Doflamingo finally broke the silence between the two of them.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, averting her eyes from his finally. She looked down at the cat in her lap, shaking her head with a ‘huh-uh’. Doflamingo circled around to the front. Of the chair, hands behind his back. His eyes never left her, and his grin never faltered.

“Well, come on then I’ll help you find one.” He reached out a hand to her.

(Y/N) swallowed hard before extending a shaking hand out to match his. She was careful not to match his eyes again as she stood. He led her through the shelves, rambling about his massive collection. Doflamingo pulled book after book. Some of them are relics of worlds gone. One of a kind, some of them.

The books were fascinating. They’d be more interesting if he wasn’t the one showing them off. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander, her fingers brushing against the spines of each book as she took each slow step, following closely behind. (Y/N) thought of Robin. She’d love to see this library. There were so many historical artifacts in here it’d make her head spin.

Most people would find it impressive but out of spite, she refused to give him the reaction he so desperately craved. She knew what he wanted. He expected her eyes to shine with wonder. For her to ‘ooh’ and ‘awe’ at each book he pulled out. He wanted to feel their fingertips brush against one another as he passed one of his favorites to her.

But it didn’t happen like that. She was utterly bored, and he could see it. The way her eyes glossed over in a daze. How she replied with ‘hmm’ or ‘oh cool’, without even looking. He knew it was all just an act. Nonetheless it frustrated him.

Doflamingo knew they were supposed to be together. Why couldn’t she just accept it? She knew it too; he could tell in their softer moments. The way she kissed him, how she slept so soundly in his arms at night. Hell, even the way she clung to him when any other man came near. He was her everything and she refused to see it.

(Y/N) could see the frustration growing in his features. His hand was now on his hip as he peered down at her frowning. The other hand had his so-called favorite book. She knew she had to switch up fast. She was starting to hurt his feelings, and she wasn’t in the mood to see one of his tantrums.

(Y/N) looked up at him, batting her eyes at him as she did anytime she wanted something. She put on a front, trying to seem as interested as possible for a moment. As if she’d been listening to the whole time.

“Well,” She said,” go on.”

Doflamingo raised a brow but kept a frown on his face.

“Don’t pretend like you actually give a shit.” He said rather harshly.

(Y/N) straightened up, looking away from him awkwardly. She mumbled something that resembled an apology, her ears turning red as she did so. Doflamingo’s expression softened slightly at her response.

“Oh, I can’t blame you.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I am a boring old man, aren’t I?”

(Y/N) looked stunned by the question. She blinked in confusion, squinting her eyes at him.

“What? No, not really.” She said quickly, trying to reassure him.

He smiled softly, almost looking hurt beneath it.

“Not really, or not at all?” He half heartedly joked.

She gave him a small smile and a huff of amusement in return. For good measure she made sure to bat her eyes again. Of course, it made him weak in the knees, but he took a deep breath, grounding himself. There was something important that just came to mind. The books reminded him of the memory he retrieved from Violet.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, pajarito,” he began, “How was your little outing with Violet yesterday?” He asked innocently, running his fingers over the spine of the book in his hands.

(Y/N) expected him to ask about it eventually. Nothing eventful happened. Nothing that she knew of anyways. To her knowledge they were there an hour before Violet became ill with a migraine, and they had to go home.

“It was okay I guess.” She said unenthusiastically, shrugging her shoulders.

He hummed in response, sounding rather interested despite her answer.

“What happened yesterday?” He asked, taking a step closer. “You two weren’t out very long.”

She shrugged again.

“She got a migraine, like an hour in so we left.” (Y/N) explained simply and truthfully.

Doflamingo nodded understandingly.

“I see…” He murmured, placing the book back in its original spot on the shelf.

He pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the shelf beside him as he thought.

“And is that all that happened yesterday? Nothing that caused her migraine?” He asked, sounding rather suspicious.

(Y/N) frowned in confusion.

“No?” She said almost like a question. “Why do you ask? Did she say something?” She began to question him in return.

Doflamingo gave her a sly grin in return.

“No, nothing at all. Just wondering. That’s all.”

Clearly he was lying. He always was. She wasn’t stupid. She knew from the moment Violet approached her that the two were planning something. It was obvious he was using another woman to get close to her.

(Y/N) stepped closer to him. She wanted to find something out for herself

“How do you know her?” She asked, resting an elbow on the shelf.

She peered up at him with those sultry (E/C) eyes, batting her pretty long lashes in hopes it would coax the truth from him. Doflamingo faltered for a moment, stumbling over his words.

“Well, I um— she’s an old friend of mine. Her father used to run this kingdom before I took over.” Doflamingo grinned as he always did.

(Y/N) hummed in return. He couldn’t tell if she believed him or not. What he said wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. Violet was the former king's daughter. Okay, maybe he lied a little bit. She wasn’t his friend. Not even close. But she did work under him now.

Doflamingo wasn’t an idiot. Violet and he had always had a complicated relationship. Violet loathed him for overthrowing King Riku. For what he had done to her beloved kingdom. And yet here she was, working as one of his subordinates. Purely out of fear of course, but still.

“Oh, okay then.” (Y/N) said with a mock innocence.

She didn’t believe that that’s all there was to their relationship. It made her stomach twist with hatred and disgust. She wasn’t sure why it made her sick, but it did. Quickly, she shook off the feeling in her gut.

The two basked in each other's silence, suspicious of the other for completely different reasons. They didn’t trust one another, that much was clear. But while her heart was filled with resentment, his was full of adoration. Doflamingo wanted to trust her, to love her fully. But she wouldn’t allow him entry. And it ate him alive.

Doflamingo cleared his throat, disrupting the awkward silence.

“You know, I got you something.” He finally spoke.

(Y/N) perked up at his words, waiting for him to continue.

“Come. It’s in my office.” He ushered her to follow him.

So she did.

As they entered his office, she saw the present he had gotten her. It wasn’t like anything else he had bought for her. It wasn’t clothes, or jewelry. Nothing flashy or expensive. It was something thoughtful.

In the far-left corner of the room was a hanging swing chair. It was hooked to the ceiling above and hung just about a foot up off of the ground. It was a cream color with a soft fluffy cushion in its seat. It was a circular chair, strung up by rope.

“I thought since you enjoy the swing by the pond, I’d have you one built inside. It’s far too cold now for you to be outside.” Doflamingo explained.

He stood tall and confident, smiling like he knew she’d love it. And she did. (Y/N) looked back at him in surprise. She stepped forwards, letting her fingers brush against the ropes that held it together.

“Thank you.” She mumbled sheepishly, not even bothering to look back at him.

She didn’t know how to feel. If this was a gesture by anybody else, she would be thrilled. Grateful even. She wanted to truly thank him but because of who he was, it made it hard. She couldn’t give her thanks to the man who tried to make her prison more bearable. The man who trapped her here to begin with.

Finally, she turned to face him. Expressionless. She was always hard to read. He couldn’t tell if she truly was grateful or not. Yet he didn’t want to ask. To grovel at her feet. He couldn’t help himself but to beg for her approval.

“Do you like it, my love?” He asked, circling around her and to his desk.

She nodded in return, mumbling a ‘yes’. It seemed to please him well enough. He smiled, looking cocky and confident as ever. Like he finally broke the code to her heart.

And he did. He finally understood. She wasn’t like all the other women he had. He never cared enough to learn about them. They all just wanted to bask in his glory. All of them chased after his wealth and name. None of them truly loved or understood him.

But not her. She couldn’t give two shits about him even if he wanted her to. It only made him desire her approval and love more. Slowly but surely, he was learning.

She didn’t want money or fancy clothes. She wanted gifts that actually meant something. That showed he paid attention. That he truly loved her. He needed to pay better attention, watch her.

“I thought maybe you’d like it.” He said, sounding unsure of himself.

“I do like it.” She assured him vocally, regardless of her vague expression.

His smile broadened.

“Good, now you can spend more time with me while I do my work.”

Doflamingo walked over behind her as she examined the swing. He grabbed the ropes and held them in place for her.

“Go ahead, sit.” He instructed, still firmly grasping the ropes.

(Y/N) obliged, thanking him. She took a slow seat, wiggling in and adjusting herself as she pulled her legs up into the swing. Once settled, he began to slowly rock her back and forth.

“See, isn’t this nice? You and your little friend can sit here and read while I do my paperwork.” Doflamingo said, still rocking her.

(Y/N) hummed in reply, avoiding his eyes. She just stared down at the floor where Karma sat beside Doflamingo’s feet. She looked almost like she was waiting for her turn. He followed her eyes down to where the animal sat. He chuckled like he did over everything before looking back up at (Y/N).

“Tomorrow I’d like for you to spend some more time with Violet.” He declared.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because pajarito, you need friends. Last time I checked, you were fresh out.” He smirked, halting the swing.

(Y/N) didn’t reply. Just scowled up at him, her eyes filled with resentment.

“Look, love. I’m not trying to be mean. I just want you to have someone else to talk to, that’s all.” He said softly, trying to reassure her.

He reached out a hand and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek. (Y/N) knew better than to argue with him. She also knew better than to believe him.

“I don’t need friends.” Her eyes flickered down again towards the only friend she truly had here.

Doflamingo just laughed in her face. Just like he always did. Oh, how he always ruined it for himself. He did it everytime. Each time he did something nice he would essentially insult her or put his oversized, filthy hands all over her.

“The fuck is so funny?” She grumbled.

“Nothing, nothing… It’s just that you think you’re better off alone.” He leaned in as he spoke. “But you’re not. You’ll always be better off here, with me.”

(Y/N) scoffed in his face, crossing her arms and turning her head away from him. Both of his arms now entrapped her in the swing. He removed a hand from one of the ropes and turned her head to face him.

“How about showing me a little bit of gratitude, huh?” He spoke in a low voice.

“For what?” She retorted coldly. “Holding me hostage?”

The smile vanished from his face immediately. He then stood back up straight, glaring at her.

“I do everything for you, and this is how you repay me? With your snide little remarks?” He hissed.

Why did his words hurt? They made her feel almost…. Guilty. As if he truly was doing everything in her best interest. Regardless of how he made her feel, her pride wouldn’t allow her to fall at his feet just yet.

“And what’s everything?” She met his eyes finally.

She caught him off guard. He wasn’t expecting her to continue or look at him with such disdain. He was utterly appalled.

“How dare you!?” He lunged forwards, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

He didn’t pull but he had a firm grip. It did however remind her who was really in charge. She closed her eyes tightly, preparing to feel his other hand colliding with the side of her face. But it never came. Doflamingo’s grip loosened but he didn’t release her. He didn’t want to hit her. To even scare her. He just wanted her to know her place.

“Hey,” His tone had changed significantly, much softer this time. “I just want you to understand who’s in charge here. Because it’s not you.”

He finally released her locks from between his fingers, letting her fall back into the swing. He sighed, sounding almost bored.

“Let’s go find you that book, huh?” He spoke so casually, like he hadn’t been physically threatening just moments ago.

He stepped back, allowing her to stand. The two of them walked back to the library in silence. Karma trotted alongside the two like an innocent child, completely unaware of her parents' quarrel. Once inside he just let her roam. Allowed her to pick a book herself this time. She was clearly uninterested in every book he had suggested earlier. Or so he thought.

(Y/N) skimmed through the shelves, occasionally picking one up and reading the back before placing it back in its spot. She then came across a hardback book that Doflamingo had claimed was one of his favorites growing up. The very last book he showed her.

She knew he’d adore her further if she read it. So, that was the book she chose. She plucked it gently from the shelf, blowing the dust from between the pages as she skimmed it. Doflamingo watched, holding his breath in anticipation.

How he hoped she’d read his recommendation. It meant more to him than she even realized. He wanted to have something in common with her so badly it drove him crazy. Crazier than he already was.

(Y/N) walked up to him finally, clearly having chosen her next book. She knew what he wanted and this time she was willing to give it to him. She caused enough trouble that day as is. She didn’t need him to be even more upset with her.

“This one.” She mumbled to him, holding it up for him to see clearly.

He smiled genuinely. Something she rarely saw. But she was one of the few who did get to see it. He always had a smile on his face, but not like this one. It was loving and pure. Something only a human could produce. As much as she wanted him to be a monster, he wasn’t. He was human. Just as she was.

[queef-of-fortune]

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[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-five:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

TW:‼️ UNCOMFORTABLE SEXUAL CONTENT

(Let me know if it’s too much)

Doflamingo didn’t return to his personal quarters after his meeting with Violet. He remained in his office, pacing. He turned away any and everyone who turned up at his door. All he could do was think about what Violet said.

“Static…” he would say periodically, repeating Violet’s words.

What did that even mean? Maybe she did possess a power he was unaware of. Maybe whatever power she possessed was the reason for his affliction. If it was a devil fruit, he had never heard of it. Honestly, he wasn’t so sure that’s what it was either. Haki maybe? No. That didn’t make sense either.

And it’s not like the girl was a witch. Right? No. Doflamingo shook the ridiculous thought from his head. The thought of her casting a spell on him made him chuckle, shaking his head.

He couldn’t seem to get her memory out of his head. The smell of the books, her handwriting, and the way she seemed so focused. Doflamingo was enthralled by the fact that she was an educated woman. He wondered how long she was there for. What did she study? Why did she quit to become a pirate? So many thoughts crossed his mind. Just when he thought he had her all figured out, he learned something that furthered her mystery.

Doflamingo poured himself glass after glass of brandy. With each drink, she made less and less sense to him. The clock soon struck midnight, and he decided it would be best if he went back to the room to confront the girl. However, when he entered the room, it was pitch black and (Y/N) was curled up in his bed, soundly sleeping with Karma purring on his pillow.

The vision before him was an ethereal beauty. Her (H/L), (H/C) tresses were strewn across her pillow as she laid face down. He could see her back heave gently with each silent breath. She was completely sprawled out on her side of the bed. Her leg was hiked up, and her nightgown was bunched up around her hips.

Doflamingo couldn’t help himself but to trace a finger from her Achilles heel all the way up the back of her exposed thigh, right below her ass. It took everything in him to not grab a handful of what rightfully belonged to him. But no. He wanted her to want it first. To make her beg for him to touch her.

Instead, he withdrew his hand and began to undress himself until he was left in his underwear and glasses. He always slept in them. At least since she fell into his grasp. He feared she might wake in the night and look over to see his true face. He couldn’t bear the thought of her seeing him in his most vulnerable state.

He stood at the edge of the bed, watching for a moment as she slept. Oh, how he wished he could wake her from her sleep. To kiss those soft lips of hers until those pretty (E/C) eyes fluttered open. Ever since that evening at the pool, he wanted nothing more than to taste her again. To taste all of her.

He wanted—No. Needed to feel her tongue tangled with his own. To hear her cries of pleasure as she bites down on his bottom lip. He craved it. He craved her. She meant everything to him, and he had no intentions of ever letting her go.

Doflamingo laid by her side. His hand pressed to his throbbing dick. He tried to press it down. To conceal it in case she awoke. The other hand was pressed to his mouth to muffle any sound that came out. He had already shooed the cat from the bed, so it was just the two of them. He had touched himself to the thought of her many times, but never with her beside him.

This made him feel a mixture of emotions. Mainly just arousal and guilt. He’d prefer it if he could just wake her up and beg her to let him shove his face between her legs. It felt wrong but hot to do it next to her unknowing form. God, how he wanted her to watch.

He then released himself from the confines of his tight boxers. His member was already dripping with anticipation. Just the thought of her beneath him was enough to make him explode. He gripped the base of his dick before he slowly began stroking himself to the sight of her sleeping form.

As he pumped his fist around his pulsating cock, he thought about the bath they shared. How he placed her pert breast between his teeth and sucked. The thought alone caused him to groan in satisfaction. It didn’t take long for him to reach his climax. He had been pent up for weeks. Doflamingo quickened his pace as he panted beneath his hand. His eyes never left her body as he spilled his seed all over his fist and stomach. As he came, his mind was flooded with images of her tight cunt wrapped around him. Bouncing and pleading for him to fill her to the brim.

Doflamingo removed his sweaty hand from his mouth as he began to come down from his high. He watched as his member deflated, leaking still. As he gave her one final glance he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in his belly. He just pushed it down. Ignored it as he pulled himself quietly from the sheets and to the restroom to clean up his mess.

While he cleaned up the remnants of his love for her, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He instantly felt… Ashamed? Doflamingo had never felt so bad in his life. He never had post-nut clarity like this before. What was so different this time? He’d pleased himself to her image on many occasions while alone in his office. Or even in the shower with her in the next room.

Why feel bad about it now? Was it because she was right there? He felt as though he violated her. He threw the rag he’d cleaned himself with into the hamper hastily. He couldn’t face himself in the mirror again. So, he flipped off the light and made his way back into the bedroom.

That night he didn’t lay a finger on her. He always held her tight during the night. But he felt he’d pushed her boundaries enough as is. Even without her knowledge he still couldn’t erase the feeling of guilt brewing in his gut. Instead, he kept to his side of the bed, his back facing her as he slept.

By the next morning, his guilt still hadn’t subsided. But when he finally gained the courage to roll over and greet her, she was gone. Doflamingo immediately shot up out of bed. Standing naked by the bed. Then the sound of the toilet flushing calmed his nerves. A few moments later (Y/N) exited the bathroom. On sight, (Y/N) sneered.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Doffy!” She complained, turning her head and shielding her eyes from his nude form.

Her typical disgust made him smile. He wasn’t happy she was repulsed by his body, but he was happy that she didn’t abandon him in the night. He feared she found out what he had done. And there it was. That gnawing guilt was back. The smile vanished from his face almost immediately.

“I… I’m sorry, love. I’ll put something on…” Doflamingo said shamefully.

His tone threw her off. (Y/N) removed her hand and faced him again as he threw on a robe. She had never heard him sound ashamed of himself. Yet she still wasn’t a fan of him sleeping naked next to her without her knowledge. Hell, she didn’t even know he was there at all last night.

She watched awkwardly as he slipped on his robe. She couldn’t help but let her eyes linger on him for a moment too long as he adjusted himself in the mirror. Doflamingo caught her eye in the mirror. His shameful expression shifted immediately to one of smug arrogance. He stood taller, a smirk now gracing his features.

“See something you like?” He teased.

(Y/N) averted her eyes as if she wasn’t looking, crossing her arms across her chest in a pouty manner.

“Gross.” She scoffed. “As if.”

Doflamingo laughed heartily at her response. His guilt had now faded to the back of his mind. Once his laughter subsided, he decided to take in her sleepy appearance. She was still dressed in the silken nightgown from last night. It was a mauve color that made her skin glow. Her hair was tangled and sticking up in every direction. It looked like shit, but he found it endearing.

He could almost feel himself getting hard again at the sight of her. Only this time his arousing thoughts were suddenly overshadowed by what Violet had told him the day prior. He hoped that today would yield better results. Maybe if he was lucky, they could make breakfast, and Violet would be able to find something better.

“Get dressed.” Doflamingo said, making his way to the closet as he picked out his own clothes. “We’re going to miss breakfast; you let me sleep too long.” He teased.

The two sat in their usual seats, side-by-side as they ate. The whole family was there of course. Violet included. Doflamingo typically kept an eye on (Y/N) whenever he could. But this morning he kept trying to catch Violet’s eye. He was hoping if he could, he could silently ask for her to look into (Y/N)’s mind again.

Unfortunately, Violet purposefully avoided him. She didn’t speak nor look in his general direction all throughout breakfast. She knew what he wanted her to do. And she knew she’d have to do it again eventually. She just couldn’t bear to do it this soon. She was still having these odd, random, sharp pains in the center of her forehead ever since she tried the first time.

Violet made sure to finish her food first. She needed to try and slip out without anyone noticing her. Especially him. While the family chatted, she decided she’d try and make a quick escape. But of course, it didn’t work out. Just as she reached out for the door, Doflamingo called out to her.

“Oh, and Violet— “He stopped her.

She cursed herself.

“Yes, Young Master?” She turned to face him, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Meet me in my office. I have another mission for you.” He grinned deviously as he played with his food.

She gave a fake smile and nodded before exiting the room. After she left, business went on as usual. No one suspected a thing. It wasn’t uncommon for the Young Master to give them each important mission to go on, so they thought nothing of it.

(Y/N), however, was suspicious. She had only talked to Violet on two occasions and yesterday she acted odd. Of course, she admitted that Doflamingo insisted they spend time together but there was clearly something going on. He would never be kind enough to allow her to have friends. That alone left a sour taste in her mouth.

After breakfast, Doflamingo sent (Y/N) to the library to find herself a new book since she finished the shitty romance novel he had provided. He insisted that after he spoke with Violet, he’d meet her there. Violet was already in his office waiting. She was seated patiently in the armchair across from his desk.

The sound of the door opening up behind her broke Violet from her thoughts. He took a seat in his chair, pressing his fingertips together with a sneer on his face.

“So, are we ready to try again today?” He asked smugly.

Violet looked down at the floor, twiddling her thumbs in her lap.

“Please…” She said just above a whisper. “Don’t make me do it again. I can’t see anything… And… And it hurts…” She admitted begrudgingly.

The whole time she spoke and stuttered and shook out of fear of what he might do to her. Instead, he just chuckled. Doflamingo then stood from the desk and began to slowly circle around.

“Hurts, does it?” He seemed amused by that fact. “You’ll do it for me anyways though, won’t you, Viola?” He leaned down into her face.

She refused to look up at him. Afraid to meet his gaze. She took in a deep, shaken breath, then nodded.

“How should I go about it this time?” She asked.

Doflamingo hummed thoughtfully for a moment before he answered.

“Be her friend. Ask her questions that she won’t answer for me. My little bird is quite secretive. I think the persuasion of another woman might do the trick.”

Violet sighed in relief as she looked up at him with thanks in her eyes.

“Oh, thank you Young Master. I’ll talk to her. That might yield better results.” She said hopefully.

Doflamingo leaned back against the front of his desk.

“Good girl. Now run along, go play. I’ll let you know when I need your services. But for now, I want her all to myself.”

Violet gulped, nodding once again before leaving Doflamingo alone with his thoughts. As Violet left, his mind wandered back to (Y/N). Back to what he had done in the bed next to her. What would she do if she found out? Would she be disgusted? Turned on? Would she hate him even more now? He physically tried to shake the thoughts of guilt from his mind.

“Shut up.” He mumbled to himself, turning to look out the window of his office that overlooked the city.

“She’ll learn to love me… Soon enough…”

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Four:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Doflamingo stormed down the hall. He was so upset with himself he didn’t even bother to put his shoes on before stomping off to his office. He swung open the door, slamming it shut behind him. He then threw himself into his chair roughly.

The fact that she kept that information hidden from him infuriated him. Yet he wasn’t truly mad at her. He was mad that he didn’t even bother to ask. He was so wrapped up in the preparation for his own party that he Couldn’t even be bothered to ask when her birthday was.

Doflamingo had and always will be a selfish man. Hell, he kidnapped a woman just because he liked her. If that’s not selfish he didn’t know what was. He hardly asked any questions about her. Not that she’d answer but it was the fact that he didn’t even bother. He only ever talked about himself.

There were so many things he wanted to ask her. Who was she before she became a pirate? What role did she play on the Strawhats crew? How did she join? What was her family like?

He tried to ask her simpler questions like what her favorite color and food was, but she didn’t exactly cooperate. He gave up too quickly, he should’ve pushed it. She was like an unruly child; she needed his discipline. However, he had no intention of punishing her.

Maybe he could coerce her to tell him the things he needed to know. Afterall, she would soon be his life partner. She practically was anyways, right? In his delusional mind she was anyway. Doflamingo spun thoughtfully in his chair, pen between his two pointer fingers.

How could he get into her mind? She wasn’t exactly cooperative, and he craved to know every detail of her life.

What was her childhood like? Did she have parents? How many past lovers had she had? That last thought burned a hole through him. He hated the thought of another man touching her. As much as it pained him to think about it, he needed to know.

The rising jealousy in his gut evaporated almost immediately. A thought had popped into his head. The perfect plan.

Violet.

Doflamingo yanked open his desk drawer, pulling out one of his transponder snails and calling for her. It rang for a few moments before the woman picked up.

“Yes, Young Master? What is it?” Her voice echoed politely through the snail's mouth.

“Ah, Viola. I have an important mission for you. If you could swing by my office I’d like to discuss it with you, promptly.” Doflamingo feigned politeness back into the receiver.

“Yes sir, I’ll be there immediately.”

Click.

Doflamingo placed the snail back into his desk with a smug, satisfied look on his face. He kicked up both of his socked feet onto the desk and leaned back, hands behind his head as he waited on Violet.

Violet had quite the unique devil fruit power. It allowed her to see and hear the thoughts of others. She was clairvoyant. He hoped that Violet would be able to see into (Y/N)’s mind. Maybe if he was lucky, Violet could replay some of (Y/N)’s memories for him. Over, and over, and over again. Engrave her thoughts and life into his own.

Violet's soft knocking broke him from his thoughts.

“Come in.” He called out.

The door creaked open to reveal the dark-haired woman he requested. Silently, he ushered for her to take a seat across from his desk. She of course obliged.

“What was it you needed to discuss with me, sir?” She asked, her hands in her lap.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our newest family member is a bit…” He paused for a moment to think of the right word. “Standoffish. And I wanted to see if you could possibly get to know her a little better, if you catch my drift.” Doflamingo pressed his fingertips together, looking sinister as ever.

Violet nodded.

“Yes, Young Master. How should I go about this?” She inquired.

Doflamingo paused for a moment. (Y/N) seemed to prefer the company of women over him or any other man in the family. So, this was his best option.

“I want you to get close to her. Be her friend. But don’t be afraid to use your powers to see inside that pretty little head of hers. I want you to bring something back to me. Something good.” He demanded.

Violet nodded again. A guilty look on her face.

She stood to leave. But as her hand reached the handle, he stopped her.

“Oh, and Viola— “

She stopped and looked back.

“Do be careful. She’s a wild little thing.” Doflamingo’s fingers brushed the scar on his throat, his grin wide in excitement at the memory.

(Y/N) remained in the bedroom, pacing anxiously. Had she really fucked up this time? Was he really that pressed over a stupid fucking birthday? She nervously spun the rings on her fingers, eyes glancing back to the door every few seconds.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. (Y/N) snapped her head in the direction of the sound. She hoped and feared it was him. Of course it was not. It was someone better. It was the woman from the pool the other day.

She peeked her head inside the room, scanning it until their eyes met in the center.

“May I come in?” The woman asked.

(Y/N) nodded silently. She didn’t understand what type of game Doflamingo was playing at by sending a woman here.

“Where is he?” (Y/N) asked without hesitation.

Violet already had a lie planned out.

“Oh, the Young Master is busy today, so he asked if I’d spend the day with you.” She said softly yet believable.

“Oh…” She replied, sounding almost disappointed.

“There’s a fight at the coliseum; he asked me to take you. He was going to, but something came up.” She lied again.

Although there truly was something going on down at the coliseum, not that he was going to take her, but it was the perfect plan in her mind. She’d take her out, gain her trust, and while she’s distracted, she’d crawl her way into (Y/N)’s skull and nose around until she found something interesting to return with.

“Well okay then I guess. Let me get dressed.” (Y/N) reluctantly agreed.

Violet smiled and nodded. Before exiting the room and waiting out in the hall. It was rather cold that day, so she decided to dress for the weather. She put on a long sleeved, black, turtleneck dress that reached just above the floor. It was sleek and tight, showing off her desirable figure. She left her hair messy and down.

Her boots clicked against the floor as she exited, meeting Violet in the hall. Violet smiled softly when she saw her.

“You look beautiful.” She complimented.

(Y/N) just raised a brow, looking down at her own, what she assumed was casual attire.

“Oh, thank you….” She said awkwardly.

The walk through the city was quiet and tense. They didn’t share very many words as they made their way to the coliseum. (Y/N) walked beside Violet, arms crossed as they walked side-by-side. Anytime Violet tried to strike up a conversation, (Y/N) would just hum or grunt in response.

Once they reached the coliseum, they weren’t required to purchase tickets. The guards just bowed, waving them on. Violet led her up to Doflamingo’s personal and private viewing box. The coliseum stands were already filled to the brim with screaming fans and spectators. There were no gladiators in the arena yet.

The clouds casted over the sun, leaving the air bleak, cold, and gray. It looked as though it would rain at any given moment. Luckily, Doflamingo’s private box was sheltered from the weather. There were two large, throne-like chairs in the center. Both were insanely huge. They even seemed too big for Doflamingo. The wood was painted gold, and the cushions were a bright red velvet-like material.

The two women took their seats as the crowd cheered on beneath them. Violet turned to try and speak to her once more.

“So, (Y/N)… How do you like Dressrosa so far?” She tried to sound genuine, plastering a smile on her face.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and scoffed. “It’d be better if I was here of my own free will.

Violet chuckled lightly at her response. “I understand. But Dressrosa has always been a beautiful city. Even before—” She stopped abruptly, almost as if she had unintentionally brought up an unwanted memory.

(Y/N) paid no mind to her. As the gladiators finally began to come out into the arena, (Y/N) turned her attention away from Violet and towards the triumphant men who came marching out to the tune of ‘Entry of the Gladiators’.

Violet took this opportunity to peer into (Y/N)’s mind while she was distracted.

She circled her thumb and first finger around her eye, using her devil fruit to peer into her thoughts. At first, she couldn’t see or hear anything. Just static. It was like trying to tune a radio. She would catch a word here and there between the garbled noise. Words like, ‘stupid’, ‘Doflamingo’, ‘Luffy’.

The harder she focussed, the louder the static became. It was starting to hurt. Violet’s head began to throb, her vision blurring. She quickly removed her fingers away from her eyes, averting her attention down at her feet as she panted quietly. (Y/N) took notice of her distressed state.

“You good?” She asked casually, almost as if she didn’t even care, like she was just being kind.

Violet rubbed her temple and hummed in agreement as she nodded slowly.

“I’m fine, thank you. Just a migraine, that's all.”

(Y/N) shrugged it off and continued to watch the men battle below.

“Stupid men.” She mumbled, shaking her head.

Violet needed a break from her. Something felt wrong about this. She had done it a million times before for her master. But something was off about this girl. Her mind was almost impenetrable. No one had ever caused her this much trouble. Let alone physical pain. She was almost afraid to try it again.

Violet took a deep breath, steadying herself before giving it another go. Yet again, she took her circled fingers and attempted to peer inside her brain once more. This time yielded better results but at the cost of Violet's health.

As she squinted her eyes, and focused her mind, an image flashed amidst the static. It was nothing serious. Nothing important. Just a memory. It was from (Y/N)’s point of view. It was her, Violet assumed it was when she was a child. It seemed that she was in a classroom. A notebook in front of her as she took notes from the board in front of her. The room was filled with other children. It was unlike any classroom Violet had seen before.

Suddenly the memory disappeared into nothing. Static yet again. But this time Violet felt a sharp stabbing pain in the center of her forehead.

“Ahh!” She cried out, placing a hand in the center of her forehead as she shut her eyes tightly.

(Y/N) snapped her head in her direction. Violet was doubled over in pain, eyes clenched tightly, and teeth bared.

“Are you sure you’re, okay? Maybe we should head back.” She sounded genuinely concerned this time.

She stood from her chair and offered Violet a hand. Violet was taken aback but took her hand, anyway, nodding slowly.

“Yes, I think I’d like to go home. I’m sorry.” She apologized, head down in guilt.

“Hey, it’s no big deal.” (Y/N) assured her, helping her stand from the chair.

(Y/N) and Violet left the coliseum with haste. Violet’s head was no longer pounding but she laid it on thick regardless. She didn’t want to have to get inside her head ever again. Besides, she had to report back to Doflamingo anyways. Once back at the palace, Violet led (Y/N) back to Doflamingo’s room. As they reached the door, (Y/N) turned to her.

“You sure you’re good?” She asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

Violet faked a pained smile. “Yes, thank you. I think I’m just going to lie down for the rest of the day. I do apologize for cutting our day short. Maybe next time?”

And with that she turned on her heel and began to walk down the corridor. (Y/N) shook her head and stepped into the empty room. The only person there to greet her was Karma. The feline jumped down from the windowsill and trotted over happily, meowing. (Y/N) picked her up and plopped down on the bed. She remained deep in thought as she laid there. What the hell was Doflamingo up to? What information was he after? He knew her birthday now, so what was he trying to get her to find out?

Doflamingo sat in his office, sipping wine and filling out paperwork. That was until a soft rapping on the door interrupted him. He knew who it was. He just wasn’t expecting her back so soon.

“Come in.” He called out to her.

Violet entered slowly and cautiously. By the look on her face, he could tell that the mission didn’t go as planned.

“Well, what did you see? Show it to me.” He said eagerly, ushering her towards him.

Violet didn’t move. She just stood there, fidgeting with her hands in front of her.

“Thing’s didn’t go as planned.” She admitted, staring down at the floor.

Doflamingo straightened up, his grin faltering.

“What do you mean? What happened? Didn’t I give you a simple enough task?” He hissed.

Violet cowered, gulping nervously.

“There’s something wrong with her…”

Doflamingo slammed both fists down on the desk, causing her to gasp.

“Watch your tongue! There’s nothing wrong with her! Maybe there’s something wrong with you, considering you can’t handle a simple request!” He snarled, now standing.

Violet’s eyes widened in fear as she sputtered out. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I can’t see her thoughts.” She explained frantically.

Doflamingo huffed, clearly unamused.

“And why the hell not?” He took his seat back, calming himself.

Violet shook her head.

“I’m not sure. It all sounds like static, like I’m trying to tune a radio. I thought you said she was an average woman. No Haki or devil fruit.” She replied.

Doflamingo sat silently for a moment, thinking about what she said.

“Static, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, placing his fingertips together.

Violet nodded quickly. “Yes, like static. It’s loud but yet I hear nothing. Although I managed to get one memory.”

Doflamingo perked up, eyes wide.

“Show it to me.” He demanded.

“But— “She protested.

“Enough!” He yelled. “Show me! Now!”

She flinched but nodded. She took slow deliberate steps towards him before she circled her fingers and placed them to his forehead. Doflamingo looked excited as he leaned in, ready for a glimpse into the mind of his newest obsession.

He could see from (Y/N)’s point of view. She sat at a desk in a brightly lit classroom. The site was unfamiliar to him. It was unlike any other classroom he had ever been in.

The desks were all singles and in rows, each desk was filled by another student. (Y/N) appeared to be sitting in the back row. He could smell what she smelled. It smelled like musty old pages and disinfectant.

In the front of the classroom was a man. He assumed the professor. He was writing on a whiteboard in marker. (Y/N) was taking notes with a blue pen. He couldn’t quite make out what she was writing. Her head looked up and down quickly to try and keep up.

And that was it. Violet pulled back from Doflamingo. He clearly looked unsatisfied. He frowned, scowling and furrowing his brows.

“More.” He demanded.

“That’s all I could retrieve.” She answered.

Violet was telling the truth, and he knew it. All he saw was what she saw. And for now, it was good enough.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-three:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Doflamingo woke up early the next morning. The sun hadn’t fully risen before his bare feet hit the floor. (Y/N) was still soundly asleep in the bed, wrapped in silk sheets with Karma

practically sleeping on her head.

He slid from the mattress with quiet ease, trying not to wake her. His head throbbed as he lifted his head from the pillow. His eyes felt like they were going to explode. The repercussions of his drunken behavior from last night were really starting to hit.

Doflamingo tip-toed to the bathroom. He stood at the sink, hands on both sides of the basin. His disgusted reflection staring back at him in the mirror. He hated himself at that moment.

His knuckles were white from his right grip. The signature glasses he wore were askew on his handsome face. He looked sickly. Skin pale, cheeks concave. And he felt it too. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t a young man anymore. He couldn’t party like he was twenty-three. He was forty. Forty.

That hurt. He didn’t want to be forty. Before he could pity himself further, his mouth began to fill with saliva and his stomach twisted with nausea. He quickly threw himself to the floor beside the toilet before he began to heave.

The sounds of him vomiting woke (Y/N). Her (E/C) eyes fluttered open at the sound of him retching. At first, she didn’t recognize the sound in her sleepy daze. But once she realized he was gone— the realization hit her. The king was in the bathroom, puking his godly guts out.

Doflamingo hardly had anything left to puke. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse to be puking up bile. He couldn’t see her right now. He couldn’t face her after his behavior last night. He was absolutely mortified.

Once his belly was finally empty, he hung over the bowl for a moment, eyes closed. The sweat that pooled on the back of his neck was now cold, sending a viscous cold chill through his body as he shuddered.

There was a soft knocking at the door. His eyes shot open, and his neck snapped in the direction of the door.

“Hey…” (Y/N)’s raspy morning voice spoke out to him. “You good...?”

Doflamingo didn’t answer. He quickly flushed the toilet and pulled himself from the floor. He couldn’t let her see him so weak. Not again. He rushed to the sink, stumbling on his feet as he rinsed his face and mouth.

She knocked again.

“Doffy..?” There was slight concern in her tone this time.

The door wasn’t locked. She could enter anytime she wanted. Yet she chose to respect his privacy. Doflamingo looked over her appearance once more in the mirror before his shaky hand pulled at the door handle.

Her much smaller form stood before him, looking up in confusion and slight concern.

Neither one said anything for a moment. He just stared down at her. He feared he might puke on her if he opened his mouth.

“You okay...?” She tilted her head up all the way to look him in the face.

Even in his sickened, hungover state, it made his heart flutter.

“I'm fine.” He mumbled out, throat raw.

She nodded, taking a step back to allow him space. He stepped past her and sat back down on the mattress, head in his hands. Karma, of course, stretched from her spot on the pillows and trotted towards him, mewing what he assumed was a ‘good morning’.

“Not now cat.” He pushed her away gently as she brushed her soft head against his arm.

“Aww, poor baby.” (Y/N) cooed.

Doflamingo perked his head up, excitement flashed beneath his sunglasses briefly before he realized she was talking to the cat. He put his head back down in disappointment, his head still throbbing.

(Y/N) snatched Karma from the bed, giving her the affection she was craving. The affection Doflamingo was craving too. He watched as she cuddled her face into the cat's fur. The two of them nuzzled each other affectionately.

He looked on in jealousy as well as embarrassment. He wanted to be that damn cat. He wanted to be the one who got kissed on the forehead, to be the one who revived her unconditional love.

The words he cried last night rang through his mind.

“I love you…”

He was disgusted with himself. A king, Warlord, pirate, former Celestial Dragon, a grown man, groveling at the feet of some twenty-something-year-old girl. Now he was jealous of a fucking cat. Doflamingo grumbled and groaned under his breath, face against his palms.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but huff in amusement. She knew better than to bring up the events of last night. And honestly, she didn’t want to talk about it either. Things were awkward enough as is.

There was suddenly a knocking at the door. It wasn’t loud but it was stern.

“Young Master...?” A nasally voice called out from beyond the door.

Doflamingo sighed in his hands. He stood, snatching up his flamboyant robe from the back of the bathroom door. He slipped it on quickly as he moved towards the door. He cracked open the door just enough to reveal Trebol standing on the other side.

He looked worried and yet relieved.

“What is it, Trebol?” Doflamingo mumbled.

“Doffy! What happened to ya?” He whined, “You just disappeared from the party last night. Diamanté said you lost the girl and that— “

Doflamingo held up a hand, cutting him off. “I’m fine. It’s nothing to concern yourself with. She’s here with me now.”

Trebol peered past Doflamingo through the crack in the door. (Y/N) stood a few feet behind Doflamingo, Karma still in her hands. The two of them being equally as nosy.

Trebol didn’t say anything for a moment. Doflamingo’s behavior had been strange since she got here but this was downright bizarre. He never missed a party. Especially one of his own. It wasn’t unlike him to slip away with a woman or two during a party, but he always came back.

“Well…” Trebol was at a loss for words.

He knew better than to question Doflamingo but he had so many questions.

“Send for some coffee. I won’t be attending breakfast.” Doflamingo rubbed his temple as he spoke.

Trebol cracked a crooked smile, snot hanging from his nose. “Had too much to drink did ya, Doffy?”

Doflamingo grumbled in return, “Just do as you’re told.” He shut the door in his face promptly.

Doflamingo stood with his hand pressed to the frame for a moment, listening to make sure Trebol shuffled on somewhere before turning his back. Without even glancing at (Y/N), he swiftly moved past her and to his bar cart in the corner. The only cure for a hangover was to drink more, so that’s what he did. He poured himself a shot of whiskey, downing it on an empty stomach.

“You’re fucking sick.” (Y/N) watched in disgust and awe.

Doflamingo kept his mouth tightly shut. He feared that shot might come up with his retort. Instead, he proceeded to rifle through his dresser. He needed a shower. Bad.

“I’m taking a shower.” He choked out, heading towards the bathroom.

(Y/N) didn’t reply. She just watched as he left. As the door clicked, she released the cat onto the mattress before pulling herself back up on it. Flopping down on her back, she sighed in relief. She needed some time to think.

The way he sobbed in her lap was burned into her eyelids. Everytime she closed her eyes she could see it. It made her heart ache. Yet she couldn’t help but let a grin spread wide across her face. Why? It was because she truly realized the power, she had over him.

He had been crumbling further and further each day and last night was finally his breaking point. He was under her thumb now. He’d do anything for her. She knew it now. She clapped a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. She had to be careful. Regardless of how in love he was, he was still unstable and was big enough to throw her across the room one handed.

(Y/N) laid on the bed, listening to the sound of running water, wondering if he was thinking about the same thing. Of course he was. There was no way he was too drunk to remember.

Doflamingo was indeed thinking about last night. How could he not? He made a complete ass of himself. Doflamingo sat in the bottom of the shower. Eyes closed and glasses off. When he removed them, all he could think about was how grateful he was that he didn’t take them off last night.

He allowed the warm water to cascade over his large form. He was grimy and sweat stained from his tantrum last night. Doflamingo could feel his face heating up in embarrassment. Not just at his confession but due to how he freaked out in front of his guests. Everyone there were wealthy and powerful connections he had made throughout the last ten years.

‘God, how fucking humiliating…’

He didn’t even have the guts to face the family. He didn’t want to have to explain his disappearance last night. He could imagine how they’d all press him. It was all her fault. He clenched his fists. Not in anger but in defeat.

He stood. Cutting the shower off. (Y/N) perked up from the bed at the sound. She had to wipe the smirk from her face before he emerged. He might flip his lid if he sees her with that shit eating grin on her face.

Doflamingo soon stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day. (Y/N) could smell the steam that emerged from the bathroom. It smelled musky like his cologne. He had everything on but his coat and shoes. His socked feet thudded across the floor before stopping at his bar cart once more.

(Y/N) watched as he poured himself another shot, gulping it down like water. As he slammed the glass down, there was a second knock on the door. Doflamingo snapped and pointed for (Y/N) to get the door. She rolled her eyes but obliged, hopping down from the bed with a thud.

She cracked the door open to check who it was. Thankfully, it was just one of the servants with the coffee. She stepped aside, letting the woman enter with the cart. She bowed before leaving quickly, not making eye contact with either one.

Doflamingo moved the cart over to the couch and table before preparing them both a cup of coffee. Just like he had done when she first arrived. His facial expression didn’t match his kind gesture. He looked sickly, irritated even.

(Y/N) moved to sit on the couch beside him. She sat on the complete opposite end. Tense and awkward. She looked sideways at him as he poured.

“You okay?” She asked quietly.

Doflamingo cleared his throat before plastering a fake smile on his face.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He spoke in a mock cheerful tone.

“Maybe because you just puked your guts up, then took two shots.” She retorted.

He chuckled lowly in return, handing her an oversized mug. He crossed one of his long legs over the over, draping his equally long arm on the back of the couch behind her head as he sipped from his own mug.

She couldn’t help but admire his figure from this angle. He was massive in comparison and at first it made her anxious. But after his dramatic confession last night, she feared him a little less. She felt like maybe he wouldn’t actually hurt her. But then again, she couldn’t trust him either. At the end of the day, she was being held here against her own free will.

Doflamingo was desperate to know why she ran away from him last night. Yet at the same time he didn’t want his meltdown to be acknowledged. He refused to be a coward. It’d get brought up eventually and it’d be best to discuss it with her before Trebol gets ahold of him again.

Doflamingo set the mug down on the coffee table before clearing his throat to gain her attention. Her eyes flickered towards him as she removed the cup from her lips, following suit and placing it on the table as well.

He rested his elbow on the arm of the couch, turning his upper body slightly to face her.

“So, want to tell me why you ditched me at my birthday party last night?” As the words left his lips, he immediately regretted asking.

The look on her face told him everything about her reply as she squinted her eyes and sneered.

“I don’t know. Want to tell me what your meltdown was about last night?” She replied snarkily.

His fake grin fell from his face and his lip twitched along with his fingers. He knew she’d bring it up. Maybe it was best she did.

“You first.” He said calmly.

He refused to lose his mind again. Not over something this small. She was trying to rile him up. And he knew it too.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I just wanted some fresh air. It was stuffy and loud in there.” She shrugged it off casually.

It’s not like she was lying. It was the truth. She just wanted away from the noise. From him. And of course, to get under his skin but she wasn’t going to willingly admit to that.

He didn’t reply right away. He just chewed anxiously on his bottom lip.

“Fresh air, huh?” He replied skeptically.

She raised a brow and nodded, humming in agreement.

“So, what was up with you last night?” (Y/N) asked without hesitation, reaching for her coffee cup again.

Doflamingo gulped. His jaw tensed and the vein in his forehead protruded in irritation.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He feigned innocence.

“Bullshit.” She called him out.

“Honest.” He held up one hand and put the other on his chest, his smirk returning. “Seems I had one too many.”

(Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Fine, whatever.” She gave up quickly.

Doflamingo looked satisfied that she dropped the subject. However something else came to mind, a topic he’d rather switch to.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you pajarito,” He picked his mug up. “When is your birthday? You’ll be twenty-four, won’t you?” He asked.

Her heart dropped into her stomach. Her face didn’t reflect her pounding chest and tight breathing. She wanted to keep it from him for as long as possible. But unfortunately, her time was up.

“Oh um…. I already had it.” She said simply, shrugging it off as if it were nothing.

His face dropped.

“What? When?” He said quickly, leaning in.

“Like a couple weeks ago or something…” she said nonchalantly.

He looked dumbfounded.

“A couple weeks ago? What day?” He demanded.

“Oh, I don’t even remember….” She waved him off. “It’s stupid really, not even important.” She mumbled.

“You don’t remember your own birthday? Liar. Tell me.” He demanded, this time looking more furious.

“The sixteenth.” She answered.

Doflamingo's eyes widened. His mouth opened in disbelief. Her birthday was exactly a week before his. And yet she said nothing.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asked.

She shrugged again.

“It’s not a big deal really.”

He scoffed.

“Not a big deal? We could’ve had a joint birthday party!” He complained.

(Y/N) shook her head in disgust.

“No thanks. Not my thing. That’s why I kept it to myself. I knew you’d try and make it some big deal.”

Doflamingo’s feelings looked almost hurt. Why wouldn’t she want to share a birthday with him? Did she think he’d steal the spotlight? Well, maybe he would— but that’s beside the point. She didn’t even trust him enough to disclose something as simple as her birthday.

It truly did hurt him and yet it made him realize how selfish he truly was being. Now that he thought about it, he never asked her about her birthday. Honestly, he just assumed she wouldn’t cooperate with any personal questions. That and he was more concerned with owning her than knowing her.

Doflamingo stood abruptly, placing his coffee down. (Y/N) stared up at him in anxious confusion.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

He didn’t look down at her, just walked off towards the door as he spoke.

“I’ll be back later. Pick your own clothes out. I don’t have time for it today.” He spoke hatefully as he left the room, shutting the door harshly behind him.

(Y/N) was left in silence, wondering what she even did wrong. It’s not like she lied. However, what she didn’t know was that he wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-two:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa.Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

She sat mere inches away from his face. Both of their lips just barely ajar at his sudden, heartfelt confession. He didn’t mean it. She thought. I didn’t mean to say it. He thought.

The tears that were welling up in his eyes were now drifting down the creases of his face. He looked absolutely broken in their stunned moment of silence. (Y/N) took a deep breath. He clearly was waiting on a reply.

“You don’t mean that.” She whispered, throat raw from drinking.

Doflamingo's face contorted into one of utter despair. He lowered his head, looking into his own hands.

“Don’t say that…” His voice quivered through tight teeth; fists clenched now.

“Doffy…” She begged him to look up at her without words.

He hesitated.

“Hey…” She placed a hand on both of his.

The size difference between the two was something that couldn’t be ignored. He had big palms and long, slender fingers. They were double the size of a normal mans. Her touch made his posture soften. Finally, he peered up at her, rouge tears dripping from his jaw.

“Please… I love you… Don’t deny me…” He pleaded pitifully.

She looked down, biting at her bottom lip as she gripped his thumb.

“This isn’t you. You’re drunk. I think you should lay down.” She gestured to the pillows behind them.

He shook his head earnestly.

“No… No. Not until you hear me.” He slurred in protest.

(Y/N) sighed, letting go of his hand and rubbing both hands against her face, smearing her makeup.

“Okay fine. What do you have to say then?” She placed her hands in her lap, giving him a patient and nurturing look.

Doflamingo looked stunned. Like he didn’t have anything he really wanted to say. And the truth was, he had a million things to say. But not now. Now he was completely blank. He just wanted her to say it back.

The two of them just stared at one another. (Y/N) expectantly, and Doflamingo in awe that she was willing to listen after his outburst. She wasn’t scared. Not right now. He was weak. Not physically of course, no. But emotionally.

Tears threatened to spill from underneath the sunglasses that hid his eyes. He choked them down, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. Only he couldn’t bring himself to. He just opened and closed his mouth. The lump in his throat prevented him from doing so.

He’d never felt so weak. So helpless. Yet she was the only one he wanted. The only thing that could cure his ailment.

(Y/N) felt guilty. She was absolutely shitfaced too. Hell, maybe more than him. Yet she had to push her inebriation to the side and tend to the wounded man before her. She feared that soon he would lash out if he didn’t receive the care, he so desperately craved.

“It’s okay…” (Y/N) placed a cool hand to his cheek, wiping away his tears with her thumb.

His breath caught in his throat as soon as he felt her fingertips on his skin. He inhaled sharply. Doflamingo felt like he was in a daze. As if she had entranced him. He had always felt so in control but now… Now he felt like she owned him.

“Don't do this to me…” He begged breathily.

She paused.

“Don’t do what...?” She asked softly, tilting her head.

However, he didn’t care to elaborate. He wasn’t even sure what he meant. Don’t what? Don’t touch me? Don’t ignore me? Don’t hate me? Don’t make me feel this way? He didn’t know. He just hoped that whatever it was she was doing, she’d stop soon.

She had driven him out of his mind since he caught her. With each day spent, as well as each night they slept side by side, he had been slowly falling deeper and deeper. And he hadn’t even noticed. As far as he knew, she was just his most recent fixation.

To be fair, he had never been so infatuated before. Of course he had seen pretty women, unique, strong, smart, rich. None of them caught his attention like she did. He thought this was all for fun. That she’d be a perfect addition to his family. He never expected her to burrow so deeply into his brain.

She was everything he hated. Soft, weak, delicate, passive. She just went with the flow, and he was the flow. They couldn’t be any more different. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear his thoughts away from her. She was always there. Her image would flash in his mind, almost like a cruel joke. Like his body was taunting him for his adoration.

She wasn’t just a future lover to him. No, she was so much more than that. She was a wife, mother, daughter, pet… Soulmate. His twin flame even. They were two sounds torn apart by the universe and he—no, Kuma—had brought them back together.

It was beyond fate. They were destined to become one again. They’d rule together as equals—

“Uh…. Doffy..?”

Her voice broke through his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, I…. “ He swallowed hard, cutting himself off.

“Go ahead… It’s okay.” She tried to sound gentle, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Instead, he just collapsed. Almost immediately at her touch, as if it hurt him. He threw himself into her lap and began to sob silently. His shoulders shook with his cries. After a moment he tried to speak incoherently through his sobs.

(Y/N) was indeed taken aback by him throwing himself into her arms. She’d never seen him behave this way before and she was almost certain no one else had either. Regardless of how surprised she truly was, she kept her composure and attempted to soothe the beast.

“Huh...?” She leaned in closer, placing a hand on his back as he cried, trying to make out what he was saying.

He lifted his face from her thighs. He didn’t face her. Just stared down into her lap. A string of saliva connected his lips to her dress.

“Please…” He begged again. “Please…” He gripped her dress with both hands as he finally lifted his head to face her.

He placed his right cheek down on her lap, letting the tears fall onto the fabric.

“You can’t leave me… I’m begging you.” He sniffled like a grown child.

She shushed him, stroking his blonde hair. This was the first time she had felt a true connection with him. Her heart swelled with guilt. She exhaled deeply before cooing softly to him.

“I won’t leave.” She falsely promised.

She knew she would have to leave someday. She wasn’t going to stay with him forever. But for now, it wasn’t a lie. She meant it.

“Can we lay down?” She spoke to him in a tone reserved for children and animals.

He faltered for a moment. Then, with his lips parted, he nodded.

“Good. Thank you.” She stroked his hair all the way down to his chin in one slow, soft, movement.

He shivered at her touch. He was utterly enamored. Doflamingo then pulled his head from her lap, pushing himself upright on the bed. He wiped his face on his sleeve in an attempt to compose himself. He stood on his two wobbly feet as he began to shed his clothes. He stood unsteady beside the bed, in nothing but zebra print briefs and his signature shades.

(Y/N) stared up at the weakened tyrant before her. He seemed stronger now, still vulnerable, but he was holding himself better now. She was still in her dress. The dress that was now soaked in his tears.

“I’m going to change. Then I’ll be in bed. Okay?” She asked.

He nodded of course. What would he say? No?

Once changed, she returned to find Doflamingo sprawled out on top of the sheets, completely knocked out. He was flat on his back, looking like a starfish in a speedo. There was hardly any room for her in the bed as he was dead center.

As she approached the bed, she stared at him. She knew he wouldn’t wake. He was far too drunk. She just stood at the edge of the bed and watched as his chest heaved with each breath. It felt like she was watching a tiger at the zoo. Like she was on the other side of the glass. Safe. She could finally stare at him without having to worry about grabbing his attention.

She could only imagine what he’d say if he saw her staring at him like this.

“See something you like, pajarito?” He’d tease.

“I can take it all off if you’d prefer.” He’d flirt.

But for now. She could look without fear. (Y/N) took in his appearance as a whole. He was truly a beautiful man. His tanned skin, his well-defined muscles that protruded. Despite his age, the skin on his body was taut around the muscles. No wrinkles in sight.

That was until she moved to his face. He had just a hint of lines on his forehead from scowling as well as faint smile lines alongside his cheeks. Doflamingo's face was just as beautiful. He looked so relaxed. His defined jawline, high gorgeous cheekbones, it all suited him so.

Oh, how she wished she could see his eyes. She wondered what color they were. Blue? Brown? Maybe even red. What was he hiding under there? Did he have scars? Was he secretly blind? Maybe he’s wall-eyed? The thought made her smile.

Imagine. The Donquioxte Doflamingo, looking in two different directions. A weakness he tried to hide. She shook her head, ridding herself of the insulting thoughts. She sighed and crawled into bed next to him, trying to not stir the sleeping giant.

Doflamingo dreamed hard that night. Tossing and turning the whole time. Thankfully, (Y/N) was too exhausted to wake while he was having night terrors. He moaned and groaned in his sleep, muttering names that no longer had meaning.

He dreamed of him. Rosinante.

He dreamed of him often. He wouldn’t say it, but the guilt and regret ate him alive on the daily. The dream was always the same every time. It was the day he killed him. Gun to his brother’s face as the snow fell around them.

The gunshot always woke him. But not this time, no. He shot his brother. As he did every night. But this time, he wanted to look. To see his brother’s face once he was dead. But it wasn’t him. Rosinante wasn’t the one dead in the snow. It was (Y/N). There was a bullet dead in the center of her forehead. He didn’t shoot Rosi in the face. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. So why did he do it to her? Blood pooled from her pouty lips, her eyes milky and empty.

Her body then began to rot before him. Her skin pulled tight against her skeleton as her body decayed. Her once (S/C) skin was now gray and covered in maggots. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to wake himself. With a gasp, he shot upright in bed. His heart thudded in his chest. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. It was late. Past two. All of the guests had left his mansion. No one had come looking for their king. He missed half of his party.

Meanwhile, his other half lay soundly asleep beside him, Karma between them. She mewed up at him. Almost as if she was asking if he was alright. He calmed himself. The images still flashing in his mind, but he tried to push it away.

He reached a hand out to stroke Karma’s fur. She purred in thanks, closing her eyes as he lulled her to sleep again. He then turned his attention towards (Y/N)'s sleeping form on the other side of the mattress. The memories of what he had said, what he had done. It all hit him at once.

His face turned bright right. He was absolutely humiliated. He cupped his face with both hands. How could he behave like that? Especially in front of someone who was supposed to be beneath him. It was disgraceful. He was a king, and she was his plaything. And yet there he was, bawling his eyes out, clinging to her dress.

He threw himself back onto the pillows, grabbing one and covering up his face. He couldn’t bear to look at her. He feared he may wake her and start his nonsense again. How would he deal with this tomorrow? What would he say when the family inevitably asked about his disappearance?

He grumbled into his pillow. He’d deal with it tomorrow. But for now, he was exhausted and hungover. He needed to sleep

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty-one:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Today was (Y/N)’s birthday. Her twenty-fourth to be exact. Doflamingo still didn’t know. Never cared to ask when her birthday was. The only thing he seemed to care about was keeping her under his thumb. 

 Today wasn’t a good day for Doflamingo. Therefore, it wasn’t a good day for (Y/N) either. The catering fell through and now he was scrambling at the last minute to try and find a replacement with only a week until his party. Naturally, he was stressed. 

Doflamingo wasn’t being harsh with her, only everyone else. To be fair, she tried her hardest to stay out of his way. To be as unseen as possible. Yet his tantrums still made her a nervous wreck, nonetheless. 

She didn’t want him to turn on her. Use her as a punching bag. Not that he ever did. But he was an unpredictable man and honestly, he frightened her. They both knew how much power he held over her. It sickened her to her very core knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him from taking what he wanted. 

Not only was Doflamingo losing his mind, but it was also pouring down rain and freezing. So, she couldn’t even convince him to sit by the pond with her. It was something that she had grown fond of. Even if the frogs and toads had now gone into hibernation, she still found peace there. 

She just sat in his office while the man paced impatiently, transponder snail in hand as he stomped back and forth, jaw clenched. He had been calling around all afternoon to see if anyone could cater his event in such a short amount of time. The problem was, he wanted over three-hundred lobsters. It was his favorite after all and he wanted Something to show off his wealth to his various guests. 

Number one he was pissed he had to take care of this himself. In fact, he insisted on it because according to him, ‘everyone was too incompetent,’ 

“Lobster isn’t in season my ass…” He hissed, slamming the transponder snail down on his desk. 

(Y/N) jumped at the sound. She tried to keep her composure. Keep her face blank. But he noticed how scared she was of him. His mood shifted from rage to annoyance. 

“What’s the matter with you?” He demanded, hands on his hips as he glared down at her. “It’s not like I’m going to beat you.” 

He turned his back to her as he sighed dramatically. With his hands pressed to his face he took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. He turned back around to face her. He was still annoyed but his expression had softened just enough for her to notice. 

“I’m sorry pajarito.” He said as he slumped lazily onto the couch beside her. “It’s just that I’ve been stressed over this damn party. Nothing's going right.” 

The defeated look on his face gave her a pang of sympathy. She almost Felt bad for him for a moment. She had half a mind to try and comfort him. Yet she kept her mouth shut, staring down at the floor as he placed his arm over the back of the couch behind her. 

“Do you think I’m old?” He asked sincerely. 

(Y/N) was taken aback by his sudden vulnerability. He didn’t look at her. Just stared forwards. His face blank. 

“Not really…” She shrugged. 

She didn’t want to hurt his feelings further. She could tell he was already worked up and now was feeling insecure. Out of fear of his reaction, she tried to be polite. 

He didn’t say anything back. Just hummed like he wasn’t sure if he believed her or not. 

“How old are your parents?” He asked, turning his head to look down at her. 

“In their fifties, why?” She furrowed her brows curiously. 

“Just wondering….” He leaned his elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his cheek on his fist. 

She knew why he asked. He wanted to make sure he wasn't the same age as her parents. If not older. 

Her youth was driving him mad. He loved and loathed it. He had never been so insecure in his life. He never warred with his age. He’d always been so confident. But she made him wish he was ten years younger. Maybe then she’d want him. 

They sat in silence for a while. Then he suddenly shifted to lay his head in her lap gently. It caught her off guard completely. She put both hands up, lips slightly parted, and eyes wide. But it was only for a moment. 

(Y/N) sighed before reluctantly accepting his affection. When she relaxed, she felt him relax too. His big head was heavy in her lap, but she allowed it anyway. It was better than the alternative. And right now, he was a little too fragile to handle rejection. 

Slowly, and with a shaky hand she brought it to his cheek. He tensed up briefly before letting out a small, satisfied hum. Doflamingo closed his eyes as she began to rub his cheek affectionately. It made him feel at ease. Like a child in his mother's embrace. 

Doflamingo never talked about it, hell, he never even thought about it, but he missed his mother. He had always wished it was his father who had passed. It was his fault she died in the first place. So why couldn’t it have been him? Then maybe he wouldn’t have had to kill the man himself. 

Doflamingo closed his eyes. Breathing deeply as he tried to calm his rattled nerves. This party was supposed to be exciting. It was a milestone birthday. And yet here he was, threatening caterers over the transponder all because they didn’t have three-hundred lobsters. Honestly, who the hell even has that many lobsters? 

He laid there for a long time. Just letting her stroke his face. He’d stay there forever if he could. But unfortunately, he still had a lot of party planning to be done. He slowly pulled his head from her lap, sighing in defeat. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He smirked down at her. 

She didn’t reply, per usual. Just stared blankly up at him. He huffed in amusement before rubbing the side of her face with the same gentleness she had just shown him. He stood from the sofa, making his way to his desk again to call around in hopes of finding a caterer. 

As (Y/N)’s birthday progressed, she still hadn’t informed him. She wanted it quiet. By the time evening rolled around, she had successfully avoided having her special day revealed to him. She knew one day he’d ask. Not because he cared, but because he wanted to own every detail. But for now, she was safe. 

Throughout the week, Doflamingo was slowly becoming more and more insufferable. She didn’t think he could get anymore self-centered. Turns out he could. He claimed it was his ‘birthday week’, like how girls in their twenties do. 

(Y/N) was stuck with him all hours of the day. Drinking and partying against her own will. She hadn’t had a sober thought since Monday morning. He poured her a glass of wine that morning at breakfast. 

“Drink up. We’re pre-gaming.” He told her. 

And sure enough, the drinking and smoking didn’t stop. It reminded her of the times before she got here. Before she even became a pirate. Those camping trips with her old friends. They would be shitfaced for three days straight. Lounging by the lake, fishing, drinking, and smoking. 

The only difference this time was that she was not surrounded by friends. And this was not a good time. How could she possibly find the time to relax? Her whole body and mind had been in fight or flight since she got here. She wasn’t a big drinker anyways. Not that she couldn’t handle it, it just wasn’t her favorite. 

As the week slowly progressed, (Y/N) started drinking more than any of them. It didn’t stop. From the moment she woke up she had a lighter in one hand and a drink in the other, with a blunt between her teeth. Even Doflamingo had recommended she cool it down. 

“But I thought we were pre-gaming for your party?” She would slur. 

He of course found it amusing and would laugh it off, pat her on the head and hand her another drink. 

On the day of his party, he awoke her with a kiss to her forehead. She groaned and rolled over, head throbbing. 

“Come on, pajarito. Today’s the big day. Can’t show off my new toy if you’re in bed.” He dragged a long, slender finger up her spine. 

He then leaned down close to her ear, “Oh and (Y/N),” He purred before shifting his tone, sounding more serious, “Let’s tone down on the drinking this evening, shall we?” 

Of course she didn’t listen. As a matter of fact, it only encouraged her to drink more. That’d show him. She was stubborn and didn’t take orders well. Especially when she was somewhere she didn’t want to be anyways. 

All day she was a drunk, and high, as well as a nervous wreck. Doflamingo was of course too busy to even notice. He hardly paid her any attention. Only an occasional hand on the back to move her out of his way. Yet he kept her close all day as he barked orders.

He made sure he was there to oversee each and every bit of preparation. The decorations, the food, the music, alcohol, drugs, all of it. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t up to par. He made sure it was absolutely perfect. 

Finally, it was time. The castle was filled to the brim with guests and toy servants. Doflamingo had yet to make his grand entrance. He waited outside of the bathroom door impatiently tapping his fingers on his arm, both of them crossed against his chest.

“Come on little bird.” He called out. “We’ve got somewhere we need to be.” 

(Y/N) then stumbled from the bathroom in the floor length green dress they had picked out last week. She was absolutely shitfaced. And he could see it in the way she staggered towards him. His expression shifted from impatient to frustrated. 

“Damn it girl.” He grumbled under his breath. “Come on. We’re late to my own party.” He grabbed her by the wrist dragging her intoxicated form towards the door. 

She was an absolute wreck. Giggling and tripping over her heels as he dragged her down the stairs. He stopped before the doors to the ballroom. The sounds of music and chatter could be heard from beyond the thick wood. 

He grabbed her roughly by both wrists. Doflamingo leaned down, a serious expression on his face as he spoke sternly to her. 

“Straighten up. I fucking mean it.” He hissed, releasing her. 

She snorted once more before wiping the smile from her face. He was clearly mad and even in her drunken state, she still feared what he might do if she embarrassed him. 

He cleared his throat, straightened up his own appearance and stepped inside, dragging her along with him. As soon as he stepped through those doors, the chattering stopped. All eyes were on him. The silence then turned into a mixture of cheers and ‘Happy birthday’. 

Doflamingo felt like the king he was. He waved, a big grin on his face as he thanked everyone. He kept her pinned to his side as he made his way through the room. He chatted casually with the guests. Some of them were there on business. Even on his birthday he couldn’t escape work.

Eventually he found a table with some ‘friends'. If he could even call them that. Doflamingo didn’t have friends. Just people he manipulated. He draped an arm around (Y/N) in the booth, pulling her closer to him. 

She kept sneaking drinks from the servants who passed by. Each time one of the toys walked past with a tray of champagne, she snatched one of the glasses without his knowledge. He was too busy showing off and gloating to even notice her getting drunker. 

(Y/N)’s head was beginning to throb from the noise. Specifically, Doflamingo’s loud booming voice. She was starting to become overwhelmed. She denied the food that was offered. She didn’t want to eat. She didn’t want to mingle. She just wanted to get out of here. 

The drunker Doflamingo got, the louder he became. It was starting to really grate on her nerves. Once he began to paw at her in front of his business partners, she decided she had had enough. 

Doflamingo had gotten distracted. He made the mistake of letting her hand go while he talked animatedly. He had been running his mouth for hours and this was the first time one of his hands wasn’t on her. She decided to take this opportunity to slip away. 

(Y/N) snuck away, dissolving into the crowd of people. On her way out of the room, she made sure to grab herself another drink as well as a pre-roll before slipping out the door and into the grand hall. She placed the party favor between her lips, pulling a lighter from between her breasts and lit up. She sighed, leaning against the wall. She let herself drop to the floor. As the smoke filled her lungs, she closed her eyes, letting her head spin. 

The sound of the party was muffled by the door. She couldn’t handle it anymore. It was too loud, too crowded, not to mention too much Doflamingo. She was beginning to spiral. She needed some air before he found her. She stumbled as she stood, spilling her drink on the stone floor. 

Her heels clicked and scraped against the floor  in no particular pattern. Her heart was beating out of her chest in excitement and fear. She kept turning her head over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being followed. 

(Y/N) quickly made her way out to the garden. It was dark and freezing out. The frost coated the grass and the moon shone beautifully over the dying bushes. She kicked off her heels, carrying them as she waded through the wet grass and towards the pond. 

She wasn’t cold. She was too hammered. She let her dress drag, smoke curling around her face as she staggered. The only thing on her mind was escaping him. She couldn’t help but grin to herself at the thought of him losing his mind. 

God, she hoped he’d embarrass himself. She could see it now. The moment he realizes she’s gone. He grasps at the air, feeling the absence of her little hand in his. Then, his stomach drops as he frantically scans the room for her. He’ll think she’s run away. 

As she approached the pond, The weeping willow called out to her. She dropped her shoes at its base, hiked up her gown and began to climb. Branch by branch, she ascended. She didn’t reach the top, she didn’t want to. She just wanted to be high enough to hide from him or anyone else. 

Doflamingo was blissfully unaware of (Y/N)’s absence. That was until Diamanté noticed her disappearance. 

“Hey Doffy, where’s your little girlfriend?” He asked, looking around the room, 

Doflamingo stopped talking mid sentence. His expression dropped immediately as well as his gut. 

“What!?” He jerked around, his eyes scanning the room quickly. 

She was nowhere to be found. His breath quickened as he began to panic. He poorly excused himself from the group he was in. 

“Uh— Excuse me for a moment gentlemen, I’ll be back.” He placed his drink down on a nearby table before quickly stepping to the side with Diamanté. 

“Where the fuck is she!?” He hissed. 

Diamanté shrugged, glancing around the room. He stood above most of the crowd. He didn’t see her anywhere in the room. 

“She’s not here Doffy. Must’ve slipped out for a minute.” He said casually. 

Doflamingo was anything but casual. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” He cursed, shoving through the crowd and towards the door. 

Doflamingo ripped open the door as he stumbled out. He scanned the hall. Nothing. 

“God dammit!” He screamed. 

His heart was racing as well as his mind. He was terrified that he lost his pet. He moved through the palace with a sense of urgency. He didn’t want to spoil the party. So, he pulled aside a handful of guards and explained the situation. 

“Find her.” He demanded through gritted teeth. “Search the palace, search the grounds, hell, search the whole damn country if you must. But find her!”

Doflamingo stomped up the steps in search. His hands shook. He was seething. No. He wasn’t angry. He was scared. He feared that she’d abandoned him. 

How could she abandon him on his birthday? He’d done everything for her since she got here. He’d provided the finest wine and weed, the most expensive clothes. He coddled and worshipped her. And this is how she repaid him? By running away during the biggest celebration of the year? 

Doflamingo was utterly hurt. Genuinely so. In his drunken state he felt as though his heart had been shattered. 

He threw open the door to their shared room. Startling Karma who was soundly asleep on their pillows. She was the only thing that proved (Y/N) was ever there. 

“(Y/N)!?” He called out, kicking open the bathroom door. 

Nothing.

Karma mewed from the bed. Almost as if she was asking what the problem was. Doflamingo ignored her of course. He plopped down onto the bed, throwing his head in his hands. He slid his glasses up his face, letting them sit on the top of his head as rubbed his face. 

He was on the verge of tears. No. He was in tears. 

“Mi amor… Mi único y verdadero amor… ¿Cómo pudiste…? ¿Cómo pudiste abandonarme?” He murmured in between sobs. 

It was the alcohol making him weak. That’s what he told himself anyway. But deep down he knew that wasn’t it. She was the only person he felt anything for in a long time. Now she was gone. He hadn’t even cried in years. not since…

Suddenly he shot up from the bed. The realization hit him hard. 

“The garden…” he mumbled. 

He quickly wiped the tears and snot on his sleeves before pushing his glasses back over his eye. He then bolted from the room, making his way to the garden. 

He pushed past guards, guests, and family members. They all called out to him. Trying to give him what little information they had. He knew none of them could find her. He knew her better than anyone.

Doflamingo scurried out the door, tripping on his own feet as his stumbling turned into a fast paced walk. His heart thudded louder the closer he got to the pond. He could see the weeping willow in the distance, its branches flowing slightly in the night breeze. 

(Y/N) was lost in her own little world. Eyes closed as she sat on a thick branch, back leaned against the body of the tree. The sound of twigs snapping and rustling of grass broke her from her thoughts. 

Her eyes shot open. Her breath caught in her throat. She covered her mouth to stifle the sound of her breathing. She pulled her feet up onto the branch to hide herself further. 

“Little bird..?” Doflamingo slurred out, reaching the base of the tree. 

He leaned against it with both hands, trying to steady himself. 

“Please…” He begged. 

Doflamingo knew she was there. He could sense her. 

“Come down… I beg of you…” He continued to plead. 

She didn’t answer. She didn’t come down. 

He slammed both fists against the tree, shaking her and its branches. It caused her to gasp as she gripped the branch she was on. 

“Please…” He sobbed. “I need you… Please…” 

Her eyes widened at the sound of his sobs. There was a slight pain in her chest. It was quick but intense. She was guilty. He was so weak and he was quite literally begging her to come back to him. 

Slowly she began to climb down from the tree as he choked on his sobs. He was now on his knees at the trunk, his fists clenched against the tree. He didn’t even notice she had climbed down on the opposite side until her hand was on his shoulder. 

He gasped, wiping her head around to face her as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“(Y/N) …” He whispered in disbelief. “Where— “he cut himself off, launching himself at the hem of her dress. 

She stumbled back in surprise as he gripped the silky fabric of her dress. He continued to bawl quietly, pressing his face to her thighs. 

“Doffy, please…” She begged him to stop, patting him on the shoulder awkwardly. 

“How could you leave me...?” He breathed out. 

“I didn’t leave… I just stepped out.” She explained. 

She was frightened by his sudden burst of emotions. She’d never seen anything like it. Before she could even regain her own composure he moved fast. Out of nowhere he swept her off of her feet, carrying her bridal style in his massive arms. 

“Hey!” She protested verbally but not physically. 

She was too drunk to argue any further and so was he. His tears dried up as they made their way back to the house in silence. He snuck in through the back and up the steps to his room. Karma was waiting for them exactly where he left her. 

Doflamingo placed (Y/N) down on the bed beside Karma. She peered up at him, noticing the stained tears on his cheeks. 

“Are you mad?” She asked anxiously, fiddling with her fingers. 

He shook his head silently. 

“I thought you left me for good.” He looked like he was going to cry again.

His bottom lip quivered as he sat on the bed next to her. He took her hand in his, letting his other hand brush the hair from her face. 

“Don’t scare me like that ever again. I thought I lost you.” He said breathlessly.

“Okay…” She reluctantly agreed. 

He continued to stroke her face softly before he said  something to her that he hadn’t even admitted  to himself yet. 

“I love you…”

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Thirty:

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

Over the next week, Doflamingo hadn’t been giving (Y/N) very much attention. He had been preoccupied with planning his 40th birthday party. When he could be bothered to speak to her, it was about his party.

This was clearly an attempt to make himself feel better about turning forty. It was obvious that since she came along, he had been slowly becoming more and more insecure about the age gap between the two. Doflamingo had never been insecure about it before. He felt as though he was in the prime of his life. That was until his new partner was a twenty-three-year-old girl.

(Y/N) had been hiding something from him, (among other things). It would be her birthday soon as well. About a week prior to his. Not that she’d tell him. She saw the effort he was putting in for his own birthday. She didn’t want to be roped into that fiasco. She wasn’t one for attention like he was. He thrived on it, and she loathed it.

She feared it’d only give him more reason to believe they were connected. For him to believe that they were meant to meet. That it was fate. He had already spewed enough of that nonsense her way. However, she was loving the solitude he had given her in the meantime.

(Y/N) had already accepted her fate at this point. She could manage. Afterall, she had a warlord wrapped around her little finger. Most people would kill to be in her position. Especially with someone as powerful as him.

Slowly but surely, she was learning how to use his fixation against him. For example, anytime she wanted a drink or a smoke, all she needed to do was bat those pretty (E/C) eyes at him and she got whatever she wanted. Everything except for her freedom. No amount of flirting would free her from this tyrant. Hell, it only seemed to bring him closer.

Today was a boring day for Doflamingo. He had been so caught up in the planning of his birthday he had completely pushed aside his regular duties as king. Today was his ‘makeup day’, he told her. Doflamingo had about a week's worth of documents and paperwork piled high on his desk.

Trebol stood patiently before him, a handful of papers tightly clenched in his fists as Doflamingo spun in his chair, strings woven like a spiderweb between his fingers. He was behaving like a jaded, callow child.

(Y/N) sat on the loveseat, stroking Karma as she read.

“Go on then, read it.” Doflamingo sighed out in a bored tone, waving his hand absentmindedly.

Trebol cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and began to read from the list.

“Young Master, uh—Your schedule for today includes three trade route disputes, two letters from Celestial Dragon that require your signature, a review of the Colosseum repair funds, as well as merchant licensing renewal for the lower port, and… uh…” he hesitated, eyes flicking nervously to the last parchment before he cleared his throat once more... “A—uh—public sanitation complaint regarding the northern canal…”

Doflamingo’s spinning stopped abruptly. The back of his chair was the only thing that could be seen from Trebols point of view beyond the desk.

“Sanitation complaint?” He asked unamused, turning his chair to face Trebol.

(Y/N) perked her head up above the pages, watching the conversation unfold. It seemed the beautiful city of Dressrosa did have its faults.

“Yes, Young Master,” Trebol’s sniveling voice replied, glancing back down at the complaint in the paper.

Doflamingo scoffed, a sly smirk playing at one of the corners of his mouth.

“It says here—“ Trebols eyes scanned the page once more. “That there’s a uh— smell… Down by the canal…”

Doflamingo sneered. (Y/N) couldn’t see his eyes, but she assumed he was rolling them by the look on his face.

“Well maybe if they’d stop dumping their literal shit in the water—“ Doflamingo hissed. “It might not smell like it.”

Trebol guffawed at Doflamingo’s words. His unattractive, ass-kissing, laughter echoed throughout the room, making (Y/N)’s skin crawl. That man seriously creeped her out more than the villain that was holding her hostage. That said something about his character.

After his laughing ceased, she peeked up over the cover of her novel to see Doflamingo looked rather smug and Trebol wiping a pretend tear from under his lenses. The snot that constantly hung from his nose swung back and forth with each one of his movements.

God, it made Her stomach churn. Maybe that’s what made her hate him so much. His lack of personal hygiene definitely didn’t help. The snot alone disgusted her, but the smell, God the smell. He reeked of dirty hair and armpits. She didn’t understand how Doflamingo tolerated him.

Doflamingo took Trebols fake laughter as encouragement to continue bashing the lower-class citizens of his country.

“They’re as poor as they are stupid.” He said arrogantly, sitting tall in his chair.

(Y/N) continued to read, shaking her head behind the page as she rested her head in her hand, elbow propped on the arm of the couch. Doflamingo’s eyes flashed her way briefly. After a moment he waved his hand dismissively towards Trebol.

“Hire a sanitation crew to clean the canal.” He bemoaned, sighing. “Suppose I’ll have to put a new law in place as well. ‘If you’re caught dumping shit in the canal, your dismembered body will be next’.

Doflamingo glanced at her underneath his shades. He hoped for a laugh. Nothing. Not even a look in his general direction. It bruised his ego. Significantly so. However, he choked it down. Pretended he didn’t care. Trebols laughter meant nothing to him. No matter how loud it was. Doflamingo scowled deeply. He snapped his fingers, silencing Trebol immediately. The Warlord curled his first two fingers at him quickly, ushering for him to lay the stack of documents down on the desk before him.

“Leave. I have a lot of paperwork to do evidently.” Doflamingo flicked his wrist as if swatting a mosquito.

His sudden change in demeanor didn’t seem to faze Trebol as he grinned, nodded, and turned on his heel. (Y/N) watched him waddle across the room and exit, closing the door behind them. Doflamingo’s attention was now on her. Although he wasn’t looking at her. His thoughts were on her as he began to work.

Doflamingo worked in silence for hours. His pride was wounded, and she didn’t even notice. She matched his silence happily, reading the shitty little romance novel he picked for her. It wasn’t any good, pretty cheesy. It was one of those books you’d see your grandma reading. The ones with the shirtless man on the cover. The ones where he’s at the beach during sunset, his long hair blowing in the wind with a woman in a flowy dress clinging to his side.

Nonetheless, it was the best form of entertainment she had. More like the only entertainment she had. She made sure to be on her best behavior while he worked. Trying her hardest to not give him a reason to bother her. Unbeknownst to her, he couldn’t stop watching her from the corner of his eye as he worked.

Doflamingo couldn’t take the unbearable silence anymore. Each glance she received made his patience dwindle until eventually there was none left. With an exasperated sigh, he slammed down his pen before rubbing his eyes. It made her jump. Karma mewed in her lap disapprovingly before jumping down into the floor, stretching.

“You know—” He spoke suddenly, standing from his chair. “I was thinking me, and you could spend the day together tomorrow.” He suggested, his shark-like smile was ever present.

He stretched his arms out above his head, clearly showing off for her as he grinned.

“We’ve been distant lately,” He stepped towards the couch, stopping a couple feet away. “I miss you…” His voice was much softer as he stooped down on her level.

(Y/N) set the book down in her lap, staring blankly at him. Karma trilled up at Doflamingo from the floor. Of course he picked her up. Karma was the only animal he had ever had a relationship with. He never liked them much, especially cats. But getting on Karma’s good side was the only way to get to (Y/N).

He held her close to her face, let her rub her whiskers against his chin lovingly as she purred. He couldn’t lie; he had formed a soft spot for the feline. Not like her of course, but still he cared for the cat. Doflamingo plopped down on the couch next to her.

(Y/N) sneered, rolling her eyes as he threw himself down beside her, spreading his legs and taking up the majority of the couch that she once had all to herself. She continued to ignore him. Continued reading, more like pretending to anyway. She didn’t feel comfortable letting her guard down when he was so close. So close and clearly plotting.

She didn’t have to answer him. She never did. He loved to answer for her. To pretend that she was going along with his plans in silence.

“I think tomorrow we’ll go out and buy you a pretty new dress for my party.” He mused.

Here we go again with his fucking party. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him, still not giving him her full attention.

“Okay…” Was all she said in return.

“Great.” He beamed, rubbing his hands together victoriously.

The next day came quicker than she had anticipated. Before she knew it, she was surrounded by a gaggle of women with measuring tape, poking and prodding at her body. (Y/N) stood, arms out and legs spread as four women measured her figure invasively.

Doflamingo sat nearby, nursing a drink as he put in his own Two cents.

“I want her in something… Tight. sexy. Elegant. ” He called out to the seamstresses who surrounded her.

The first dress was breathtaking. It was a long, floor length, form-fitting, red shimmery dress, with a trumpet skirt. It had an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline that hung romantically from her shoulders. It made her look elegant and confident.

“Ooh, I like that one.” He said, swirling the wine in his glass that matched the red of the dress. “Let’s see some more, shall we?”

Next up was a bold summery dress. Not something she would have picked out for a birthday party in October, but she didn’t care enough to argue. It was a vibrant pink floral-patterned dress. It had an asymmetrical shape and criss-crossed against the midsection and breast, leaving one long sleeve and a slit up the thigh.

Doflamingo hummed in approval, but she could tell that it wasn’t the dress .

“Stunning, but—I think we’ll save it for another occasion.”

The third was yet again a floor length gown. This one more intricately designed than the last. It was a luxurious dress, designed in what looked like another floral pattern. This one was different, however. It was embroidered into the fabric and looked more elegant than bold. It gave it a beautiful texture. It had a plunging V-neckline, giving it a sexy look despite the conservative long sleeves and length.

Doflamingo licked the wine from his lips as he looked her up and down like a predator.

“mira nada más…” He purred. “jodidamente irresistible… But not this one either, next.”

The fourth and final dress was a deep forest green, also floor length and tight around the bodice and bust. However, this dress was made of satin and had a dramatic look, flaring softly at the hem. The back was laced tightly behind her and the front dipped down the center into a sweetheart the sleeves were long with a rouching along the arms and flared cuffs.

This one made him stand to his feet. Glass in hand, he began to circle like a vulture. He was expressionless at first. Then a wicked grin spread across his face. The staff as well as (Y/N) remained silent as they awaited his decree. He stopped behind her. Slowly, he bent over, purring into her ear.

“I think we’ve found the one pajarito…”