One Piece x Reader Oneshots: v2 [Requests Open]

Yandere!Doflamingo x Reader : Forest

Don't mean to be doing so many yandere fics but honestly just in a dark mood lmao. 01.50 writing may not be the best idea but who cares. Next one will be lighter themed.

[Yandere!Doflamingo x Reader : Forest]

{NB Reader}

{One Piece world}
{Warnings: slight gore, brainwashing, cannibalism}

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You were exhausted, tired, and covered in a thin layer of sweat with blood smeared along your skin. And you just wanted to go back home, but you didn't even know where you were. In some forest. A lifeless forest, that is, where there weren't any birds to signal morning or foxes or bears to fill the forest. Well, there were bugs and maggots and flies, but the buzzing was so normal by that point you hardly even heard it. Like you were the only thing living in the whole forest.

But you knew you weren't. There were other people---other survivors. Survivors from Doflamingo. He was a fucking sicko, simply put. He released you all---there must've been hundreds at first---into the huge forest with the only goal of surviving. He went absolutely mad the first hour. You hid in a giant, near hollow tree by crawling under the roots and watched through a small hole in the tree.

You clamped your hands over your mouth, watching thin, near invisible strings slice through flesh, separating every chunk of flesh from each bone, leaving nothing but a massive pile of skin, flesh, and bones, and a bunch of organs that were difficult to distinguish from the rest. You fell backwards, back against the tree and watching with wide eyes, unable to close them as you uncontrollably shook.

You were near a hundred percent sure he saw you, looking right through the small hole. You froze, feeling your heartbeat pulse in your ears. You looked right at him as his grin widened. He turned and stalked off, leaving you terrified and frozen for another few hours.

You couldn't be sure, but after just those hours, you had a feeling over half of everyone was killed already. You didn't want to, but you figured you should try to find someone else. There were four others that you found in the same general vicinity. Throughout the next two months, you'd made a discrete shelter and a safespace from Doflamingo. It'd worked for a while, but now that you think about it, you were pretty sure he'd always known.

A few weeks of regaining hope later, he'd used his powers to force you to kill them. With your fists. You beat them to death, and you couldn't do anything about it. And he laughed. He fucking laughed at your having to kill them, and at their screams, and at your tears.

And then he let you go.

He let you live.

He laughed in your face and told you to be grateful.

And you just stared at him with eyes that could kill, and he just laughed again, leaving you alone and surrounded by the people you killed. A few days later, you hadn't moved from your spot. You were hungry, and tired, and wanting nothing more than to get away. He found you again.

"Poor you," he said, laughing and faking pity. "You're going to starve to death if you keep this up, you know. Why don't you eat up?"

"What, the fucking maggots?"

"That would be cruel. Cook up the meat, why don't you?"

You felt like vomiting, but frankly you didn't have anything to vomit.

"I'll help out," he said, using his strings to form friction and fire on a nearby log.

You shook your head frantically, but he didn't care. He simply cooked it---the putrid smell and the sizzling, popping, and bubbling of the flesh was nauseating---and took control of your body to force you to eat it. You gagged every time the flesh hit your tongue and went down your throat.

And you assuredly ate every bit, because you were starving, and you were pretty sure if you didn't eat it, you'd die either of starvation or Doflamingo killing you. Which didn't sound all that bad by that point.

It'd been years since then, and you'd been wishing for death. He visited you almost daily to tell you how disgusting you were. For killing your friends and eating them... How absolutely fucking disgusting you were for it.

And you believed it, too. Maybe that's why you wanted to die in the first place. Because of how disgusting you were.

But it's okay, he assured. He still loved you, and he'd take great care of you, if you'd let him. And of course you would. You were revolting. But Doflamingo---so generous---would still care for you. So of course, you loved him. And him alone.