Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 15 - Doffy x cisfem!Reader

Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: cisfem
Character: Donquixote Doflamingo
Vibe: NSFW Yandere
AU: Modern AU
Prompt: Wounded 

Summary: You've kidnapped the king of your country. You're kind of insane. (This... did not smut like I intended it to smut, but I hope it's still a satisfying little piece regardless.)

Content Notes: kidnapping, stabbing, cutting, blood, choking, manipulation, drugging.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise -

THIS IS EXPLICITLY STATED OTHERWISE

The heavy chains scraped against the cinder block wall. It was cold. Damp. Scraps of clothing clung to his body and aggravating aches made his muscles throb.

The worst was the headache. Disorienting, debilitating, nauseating.

Doflamingo couldn't remember what happened. Certain only that this wasn't a hangover. He drank too much too often to be affected by simple alcohol this way. The cold metal against his wrists was seastone, he knew that before he knew anything else.

It wasn't strong seastone.

Strength enough only to lock away his devil fruit, but not strength enough to bind him properly. Not once he was no longer handicapped by the migraine causing his heart beat to thunder in his head.

"You're awake." You muse, keeping your voice low. "You weren't easy to guide, but that's okay. I planned for months, and now here you are.

"With me." You smile, but he probably can't see well enough to appreciate it.

There's a manic edge in your voice he can discern through the haze of the migraine. Drugged then. He forces himself to look around and focus, surprised to see your form through the ruby haze of his shades. You hadn't taken them off.

Small, at least as far as he was concerned, it was impressive you dragged someone at least double your weight. Or maybe you only had to corral him. That's what he would've done. Made sure his mark was able to stumble into his web on their own two feet.

"With you, fufufu." He chuckles, willing the pounding into the back of his head and forcing his eyes to focus. This was hardly the worst state he'd ever been in. Taking in more details he could see the room was sparsely, but functionally, furnished. There was nothing in reach of him and the bed, except the bed. You had made objectively smart choices, aside from skimping on the strength of the seastone, but that could hardly be held against you.

Few people knew it came in variable strengths, and fewer still would know that only layers of strong seastone was enough to sap his strength.

"What do you wish of me, warden?" He questions, taking more of you in as the pounding in his head began to subside. There's a madness in your eyes he knows well, and for the first time since he came around, he's truly intrigued.

"To love you," you admit clearly, standing up and walking over to him. "To sink my teeth into your skin and drink of your blood. To die between your fingers." You move faster than he can follow, the effects of the drugs, and the sharp line of pain in his thigh makes him grunt.

You put your hand on the line of red and squeeze, forcing the relatively small cut to give up enough blood to stain your fingers. "I want you to remember me for the rest of your life. I will carve my existence into your bones if I must."

"Please do," he says with such sincerity you almost drop the knife. Doffy grabs your wrist and pulls you close with strength you didn't expect, slicing the sharp blade into his own skin, along his waist. "Take these cuffs off, warden, and I'll stitch myself back together. Just for you. Over and over, so you can carve that desperate love of yours into my bones like you wish."

You tense, he can feel it more than see it, and your face twists. "No! No! You'll forget me!" You sob, frustration, anger boiling over and spilling out. Fear, too. "You'll forget..."

"Never," he coos, forcing himself to sit up. You were on your knees on the floor, knife in hand, hot tears drying on your cheek. Reaching down, the chains stop him short, but he snaps a link easily and wipes a large finger over your cheek. "Look at how committed you are. How devoted."

Your breath hitches, and you look up at him, seeing your face reflected in his glasses. "Devoted... I am, I truly am, you can tell?"

"Of course, sweet little warden." The words are like poison and honey, and you can see the poison, but you don't care. The poison was what you wanted. What you craved. Why no one else but the very king of your country could fill the desperate need you had within you. "I want to reward that devotion. I want you to carve it into me, and stain yourself in my blood."

The warm hand at your jaw is almost too hot, and you're brought to your feet easily as he urges you to stand. His lips are by yours, the nearly hidden shape of his eyes behind his glasses, the sweet poison wrapping around your throat.

"I will never forget you." The destruction of his words licks your lips and your breath falls from your lips.

"And... my life?"

Doflamingo grabs your throat with a strength you could barely comprehend, lifting you off the floor. It's hard to breathe and you drop the knife, hands clawing at a grip you could never hope to break. Your lungs burn, and your head swims. You can't draw in a breath and he's squeezing, cutting off the blood flow. It hurts more than you expected, but you want it - he'll remember, he said, he didn't even lie to you with false promises.

He lets go and you crumple to the floor, gasping and coughing, tears and snot hot and itchy against your face while you sputter. He sits, still and patient, until you manage to calm yourself.

"I'll take it when I want to take it." He says finally, in a commanding voice that puts him oh so far above you. "When you've carved your devotion entirely, poor, sweet pet, then I'll drink your last breath with my own lips."