/// The Puppet Master II (let's call it "The Missed Short Scene") ///
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Yandere!Doflamingo x Male Reader
warnings: the greatest yandere Doffy himself, use of stupefying medications, keeping reader against the will.
word count: 654
important: actually, the fic is gender-neutral since it contents the only one gender-labeled word, but the story is about a young guy.
summary: Doflamingo took the reader away against his will and now keeps him in the royal palace in Dressrosa.
The first (main) part of this story is here (link).
"Silly little kitten," Doflamingo purred, watching you, helplessly squirming on the floor of his bedroom. "Did you think you could escape from me? From me, the Heavenly Yaksha himself?" He was lying on his king-sized — suitable for his royal title and giant height — bed, turned on his side, and put his hand under his head.
You said nothing and tried to get up, but all you managed to do was only getting up on all fours. Suddenly, your weak hands spread out to the sides, and you buried your forehead on the floor. Your backside was sticking up, and it seemed you were a kitten indeed who couldn't lift its head which was too heavy for a tiny fluffy body. Doflamingo laughed loud.
"What a beautiful view," he said playfully, finishing laughing. "Maybe I should put a headband with cat ears on you? Hmm, and what about a pet collar?"
You didn't move from your place and didn't make a sound, feeling how your cheeks, flushed with shame, heated up. Groaning quietly, you brought your arms together and rested them on the floor, trying to push off with them, but your strength ran out. You didn't see what exactly Doflamingo was doing while you were trying to stand up, but you heard him get out of bed and walk barefoot across the smooth parquet. There were carved closets with his clothes and other different stuff in the corner.
Still lying on the cool floor, you heard a soft rustle of drawers pulled out and moving things. Finally, the faded sound of footsteps arose again and came closer. You felt giant hands grab you under your armpits and lift. You buried your forehead in Doflamingo's shoulder now, feeling the thin silk of his shirt and the warmth of his smooth tanned skin under it. Some strange medication he had given you before all of this made you sleepy and weak.
Doflamingo was stroking your tumbled hair while he carried you to the bed and then laid you on a giant pillow, and you almost drowned in its airy softness. After that, he put on you a headband with black cat ears and a pink collar with a heart-shaped golden locket. Delicate touches of long, firm fingers on your neck, which moved with filigree precision and ease, made you groan softly. The sound resembled a dissatisfied cat meowing. Doflamingo laughed again and started tickling you. You started squirming, trying to avoid touching.
"My adorable but silly kitten," he whispered in your ear seductively, squeezing you tight. You squeaked both indignantly and confusedly. "You're mine and mine alone," he exhaled with gradually growing lust in his voice and movements, stroking your knees, thighs, waist, and chest. You squirmed weakly, trying to get out of his embrace, but couldn't do anything. His arms were firm like think ship ropes or cannon steel. "My cute little boy."
"You will never escape," he whispered into the back of your head, touching your hair with his long, sharp nose, and you froze with fear, feeling a barely veiled threat in his low voice. After a heavy moment of silence, he began to squeeze and caress you as if you were his pet again.
You sobbed softly, realizing you really can't escape anywhere. The Puppet Master's strings entangled criminal circles, ordinary society, the government, and even noble families from within, and they were endlessly cutting any path to salvation you found and ever thought about, so you were close to giving up.
At least Doflamingo was nice to you. He never allowed himself to be rude and showered you with expensive gifts every day, but he didn't let you go anywhere without his permission. In the thriving Kingdom of Dressrosa, you had everything at your disposal except freedom. His generosity and possessiveness were royal indeed.
Doflamingo kissed you, and you closed your eyes, mentally killing your hope of returning home.
