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Doflamingo loved being taken care of. Maids, servants, slaves, anyone who was so unlucky as to cross his path- they all bent to his whim one way or another. They bathed him, fed him, dressed him, cleaned up after him. Royalty deserved to be pampered, after all.
Though none of these people mattered to him, really. Their entire purpose was to serve. You, however- you were different. You cared for him willingly. You offered him care that no one else could. Care that no one else deserved to be blessed with.
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"Come here, my sweet," You coo, extending your hand, "You look tired."
Doflamingo crawls closer, still on all fours from the position you had your way with him in. He nuzzles into your hand, and you comb your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a content huff.
"Are you alright, love?"
"Yeah, told you... 'm okay," Doffy mumbles out a response, pushing his head further into your hand.
"Mm, you always say that... here, come closer." You pat your lap, which he instinctively crawls into. It's always a bit awkward with your height difference, but you've gotten used to it by now. Doffy practically folds in half over you, somehow burying his head into your shoulder. He lets out a deep sigh while trying to nuzzle impossibly closer.
"M'fine, promise... it was nice. Always is..."
"Good, I'm glad..." You reach up to tilt his chin towards you. He blinks slowly, looking down at you like a sleepy cat. "You were so good, Dof. Who's my good boy?"
You watch as his face flushes and the blush spreads to the tips of his ears. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to turn away, but the grip on his chin forces him to meet your gaze.
"Uh... I dunno," He mumbles, eyes darting around the room.
"C'mon, Doffy... it'll make me happy if you answer me."
He perks up a bit at that, but immediately flushes again and looks down at his lap.
"Mm... me," He mumbles again, obviously embarrassed... until he sees the small smile forming on your face, and he beams.
"Me! I'm your good boy!"
"That's right," you chuckle and ruffle his hair, "my good boy."