#daddy doffy

[mandiemegatron]

𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼

ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Rated : M // OverToasted - it's doffy, of course it's gunna be a little over the top 🤭 [ sex, mentions of blood, naughty use of devil fruits 👀 some Fluff at the end ]

A/N: 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 😤😤😤💋💋💋 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 ! 💖💋

18+ ONLY, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

ᴴᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵇʸ : @baka-tsuki // @baka-tsuki-2 💖

A soft, shaky sigh leaves you as your lover presses hot kisses to your skin, your neck, breasts and thighs covered in deep red and purple love bites. His massive hands grip yours hips tightly, Doflamingos lean fingers digging into your skin and leaving bruised flesh behind as his hips lazily thrust into you.

"My precious girl," he purrs, a breathy chuckle rumbling in his chest as a shiver runs over your body. Your fingers press against his chest gently, finding purchase against his own lightly sweaty skin as you moan out his name.

"Good girl, sing for your King."

His hips suddenly snap into your own, his pace picking up as he nears the edge of ecstasy. Your already hoarse throat crackles as you cry, his massive cock taking every inch inside you and filling you to the point of pain. But somehow, the pleasure always overtook until later, when you were left aching with tears in your eyes as Doflamingo held you tightly to him.

While Doflamingo was a savage and selfish lover, his aftercare was immaculate. It was during then that it was all about you, his touch gentle and loving as he whispered how good you were for him, how he adored you, that you were his favourite girl. His only girl.

Soft pants left the giant above you, your own whimpers killing your throat from moaning and sobbing for your lover for the last few hours. It never seemed to end sometimes, hours flying by as he brought you orgasm after orgasm, your body ragged and destroyed after he was done with you. He loved to use his strings on your wrists, the threads digging into your soft fleash and drawing blood, his tongue licking up every drop as he fucked you senseless.

A large hand clamped around your throat, his fingers forcing your head to tilt back into the pillow as he literally took your breath away. Your eyes rolled back as a massive orgasm slammed into you, a choked wheeze snaking past your lips as his hips jutted against you, a low groan falling from his own as he spilled into you.

It felt so long, the seconds ticking by as his fingers twitched around your throat, waiting for your signal to release. You weakly tap his forearm twice, and you give a large gasp, your eyes fluttering as your body twitches under and around Doflamingo. The slick sound of his cock leaving you hit your ears with a whimper, suddenly feeling too empty and immediately missing his warmth.

He's quick and gentle to clean you, throwing the small towel to the side before sighing and collecting you in his arms. You moan pathetically as he presses kisses to your face and top of your head, your lips meeting his as he gives soft praises. His hands run over your marred skin so softly, as if worried you would break under his touch.

"... I love you," You barely get out, his lips brushing over yours again. He gives a soft hum in response but nothing else. You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hand, your thumb brushing over just cheek as you repeat a little rougher, "Donquixote Doflamingo, I love you. And I don't care if you don't love me back because I will love you enough for the both of us."

He's silent for a moment, staring down at you through those damn rose tinted glasses. After a few tense seconds, he takes your hand from his face and pressed determined kisses to your palm, his voice thick and heavy as he murmurs,

"My darling."

Your gaze softens as he continues,

"You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul."

He says no more, simply holding your hand to his heart as his other arm tightens around you. Tears prickle at your eyes as your press soft kisses to his chest and neck, smiling into his skin as you softly reply,

"My love, my life."

Doflamingo silently mulled over himself, emotions conflicting inside him no thanks to you. How dare you walk into his life and cause him to have such an inner turmoil, his heart torn and aching. How dare you come into his life and demand that you love him and yet somehow, he found it so easy to give you a piece of himself.

He wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. He truly was a King with everything he could ever want, now that he had you.

The only thing left was to conquer the Grand Line and beyond, a tightly wound grip around the world with you at his side.

What a perfect vision.

A/N: HEHHEHEHE 🙈🙈🙈 we love a soft Doffy in this house, I hope you guys enjoyed this because I sure fuckin did 😭😭 wrote and beta'd in abt 2 hours. If you see any mistakes, no you fuckin didn't! 💖💋

Love you my lil tangerines! Be good, make good choices ~ 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Tag list :

@brielle043 I hope you enjoy ~ we love doffy ! 💖💖

🅸🅵 🆈🅾🆄 🆆🅰🅽🆃🅴🅳 🆃🅾 🅱🅴 🅰🅳🅳🅴🅳 🆃🅾 🅰 🆃🅰🅶 🅻🅸🆂🆃, 🅻🅴🆃 🅼🅴 🅺🅽🅾🆆! 💋💖

[mandiemegatron]

This 😭😭😭😭😭 this yes thank you sm I love my mans so fuckin g mu ch I'm fucking crying 😭😭😭😭😭

even though doffy is a bastard of a man, he truly cares for those close to him.

so when you come home, head hung low after a long, tiring day of being the perfect royalty of dressrosa by attending colosseum matches and swanky dinners with officials, he puts aside the book he’s reading and pats his leg.

“tell me about your day, little darling.”

the words always comforted you. he never asked if you were okay, or if you needed to talk, he’d simply listen as you spoke about the best or worst parts of your busy days, hands caressing your hair and the back of your neck.

he bounced you gently on his strong leg, eyes glazed over with something like adoration, maybe even debauchery, but you knew deep down he cared about you, maybe even loved you.

after giving him all the details and ending up slumped into his broad chest, face buried in soft, pink cotton candy feathers, he traced circles into your warm cheeks, a comfortable silence present.

he knows you’ll knock out soon, as you usually do, and he’ll have to drag you into the bath before joining you and helping you wash up. but this time, he lets you rest a bit; he knows how tiring keeping face for the public can be. after all, he does it every day. those dark, complicated feelings he hid behind his mask of power and wealth.

stroking your hair gently, he whispers, “i’ll come get you when the bath water is ready.”

[blond3ang3l]

“Ouu papa, these flowers are so pretty!”

“Course, had to get you right baby.”

[count-alucard-tepes]

Doffy kid dresses up one of their cats in sunglasses and a feather boa.

"Look Daddy, it's Dofla-meow-go!"

"(Confused meow)"

Doffy: *shouts for S/O* “…omg babe, take a picture of me and this fucking cat right now…I’m gonna have this framed over the fireplace”

S/O: *takes the picture and raises a brow* “…so that’s replacing our family picture?”

Doffy: *throws the cat down and looks at the picture while giggling and sending it to his crew* “Hell yeah!”

Baby Doffy: “…you’re the worst, dad”

Doffy: “I know, right!?”

[buggyandthebartoclub]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASSHOLE!!!!!! Click for better quality I don’t know how to size anything

I tried to do something inspired by @badly-drawn-doflamingo bc their art is sooooooo juicy and inspiring - not sure you can tell at all but there it is lol reference image here | played this song on loop while drawing this

[mandiemegatron]

[mandiemegatron]

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕞𝕖

Reader x Doflamingo [reader x Rosinante if u squint reeeeal hard]

Rated 18+ // mentions of sex, Doflamingo fantasizing about killing reader then decides 'nah'.

A/N: My first song fic in YEARS. This song has been on repeat for a few days and I've been itching to write something for daddy doffy 🥵 I hope you guys enjoy 💖💋

Please listen to the song Worship by Ari Abdul while reading this, it will make more sense lmao

It isn't often that Doflamingo takes time out of his busy day to search for you around the manor. There was a prickling feeling over his skin as he thought about you, a deep frown etched into his face as the time ticks on. Door after door opens - eventually, the Heavenly Demon gives a low growl of displeasure, ripping open another door only for you to not be there either.

As he moves deeper into his home, he stalls for a moment as the sound of a piano meets his ears. 'Of course,' he thinks to himself, rolling his eyes at himself as he made his way towards the music room.

He peeks through the cracked door, his frown softening slightly as he takes in your shape at the piano, humming under your breath as your fingers dance over the keys. The frown returns in full force as he notes Rosinante sitting across from you, an almost dreamy look on his face as your kept your focus on the piano.

When you finally figure out the right notes, you give a triumphant "Ha!" as you play it out a few times, clearing your throat gently before singing out,

Worship me...

Ice runs through Doflamingos veins as his frown deepens once more, leaning against the outside of the doorframe as he stares down the hall.

Make you believe,

I'm what you need,

So beg, darlin', please...

The King felt like he'd been thrown into an ice bath set on fire. The burning started at the bottom of his feet, coursing through his skin until the tingles reached the top of his head, a soft huff brushing past his lips in irritation at the feeling. He crossed his arms, his fingers digging into his clothed flesh. He couldn't place it, the unknown feeling of either anger or hunger running through him as the words flooded from you.

Who were you to demand to be worshipped?! He was the King, the Heavenly Demon, the one who deserved and demanded praise. He brought entire villages and peoples to their knees and burned them alive - he was both saviour and destroyer.

Baby, don't lie,

It's okay that you crave me -

Your eyes on my body, you're shaking,

Get high on me for you're forsaken...

While you had strength that caught his attention, he found it nearly repulsive at the thought of you being worshipped. The more he thought about it, the more rage filled his stomach, hating more and more about the thought of some worthless whelp showering you with attention and praise, your name falling from their mouth as a prayer.

He swore it made him sick.

He peeked in again, and the rage grew tenfold, his teeth clenched tightly as fire bubbled up in his chest at the sight before him.

Pretty when you're looking up like that,

Pray, but Heaven won't let you back,

Good on your knees...

His brother leaned on the piano, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared you down, a dark blush on his painted face. While Doflamingo knew his brother had the world's largest crush on you, Rosinante knew better than to try and take something that belonged to him.

Though, at that moment, it was your expression that infuriated him the most.

Worship me...

Your cheeks were tinted pink, doe eyes wide and staring back up at Rosinante as the words tumbled out of you. Your fingers brushed over the keys almost mindlessly, the motion a second nature to you even as you kept your attention on the man in front of you. One of Rosinantes hands went under your chin, his fingers slightly curled under it as his thumb traced over your bottom lip for just a moment, retracting his hand with a cheeky grin as your cheeks darkened.

Neither of you were aware of the seething King outside the door.

Whisper, give me your life,

Yeah, we're both sinners;

Your body is close, your tongue lingers,

You feed me the taste of your fingers...

Something snapped in Doflamingos head at your words, the intelligent man finally coming to the conclusion that it wasn't the song, or the fact that you were singing it -

It was the fact you weren't singing to him.

If Doflamingos glare could crumble stone, the manor would have been a wreck by now. He loved his brother, but this felt like betrayal - his heart clutched in a vicegrip as he wondered lightly if you were worth keeping around anymore. While you were an asset to him, his family always came first.

Worship me-

Make you believe,

I'm what you need,

So beg, darlin', please;

The longer Doflamingo remained outside the door, the stronger the feeling of crushing your throat under his grip rose. His fingers twitched, itching to summon threads and simply remove your head right from where he stood. As your song came to a finish, you cleared your throat again before asking Rosinante timidly,

"S-so? What did you think? Do you think he'll think it's stupid?"

Doflamingos' mind came screeching to a halt. The only sound his brother gave in response to your question was clapping, causing you to laugh and retort,

"Wonderful! I thought it was kinda corny at first but, the more I kept writing, the more I just... I don't know. It just, came out of me."

There was a sound of scribbling, a flicker of paper being slid across the paino and you sighed. Doflamingo strained slightly, trying to listen as you murmured out what Rosinante had written down. Your response surprised the king somewhat, his frown washing away from his face as you spoke,

"Cora-san, I don't expect him to love me back. At the end of the day, I'm a goddamn nobody and I accept that; But I'm his goddamn nobody, and that's all I could ask for."

Doflamingo remained for only a moment longer before pushing off the wall, making his way towards your room. He began thinking of the ways to tease you about this, a wicked grin slowly coming over his features as he ripped your door open, nearly shaking as he thought about how your expression would look as he pushed you down onto your knees.

The feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, tears staining your cheeks as he fucks your face, demanding that you worship him for the rest of your life. A chill ran up his spine as a low chuckle left him, a dark look painting his face as he sat in a chair, facing the door and waiting for you to return.

He would never let you live this down.

A/N: HEHEHEHEHEH a tasty lil snack for my fellow Doffy/Cora-san lovers 💖 I've been wanting to write something with both of them for a while so this is what my lil brain burped out. If you see any mistakes, no you fuckin' don't! 💖🥰 maybe I'll make a part two if it's something the people want 👀

I love u all my lil tangerines! Be good! 💖💖✨️✨️

[leakyweep]

can’t stop thinking about corazon age gap…. FUCK

[mandiemegatron]

Lo... LO 😭😭😭🤌🤌🤌🤌

🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 the absolute fuckin cackle that came out of me when I read that 😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂 this us why you're my favourite Doffy writer, my inspiration, the wiki-how of Doflamingo. You just GET him and I love for you (us).

WELL FED WELL FED MY LIL TANGERINES 🤭🤭🤭🤭 can u see why I love him so much? 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖

expanding on this silly thought from earlier. mildly suggestive. self-ship coded kinda.

“You have to stop doing that.”

You stare up at Doflamingo, who hovers above you, looking as impossibly tall as ever from your spot on the floor. His hands sit on his hips, his head cocked to one side, looking down at you both perplexed and amused—a familiar combination of emotions he holds towards you.

“Doing what?” you ask, stretching your arms above your head, groaning as your tendons re-align and your shirt slips above your waist, exposing your stomach.

“That.” He nudges you in the side with the toe of his loafer, the tip sinking into the soft flesh of your bare midriff. “Lounging on the carpet whenever you see fit.”

“What?” You playfully slap at his ankle until he retracts his foot. “It’s floor time.”

Doflamingo inhales loudly and exhales even louder; despite the exaggerated display, you can swear the corners of his mouth twitch as he hides the beginning of a smile. You exasperate him for reasons he cannot even begin to process, yet something about your behavior is charming enough that he tolerates it. Perhaps it’s the myriad of other ways that you do, in fact, manage to please him that leaves him amenable to your more peculiar habits, but whatever the reason, you know as long as you don’t push your luck, you can get away with murder—or at least, floor time.

“I don’t care what you call it, you’re in my way,” he grumbles, kneeling down in front of you and sitting back on his heels. Even like this, he still towers over you. “I’m going to end up stepping on you.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Not in the fun way, pet,” he sighs, shaking his head and glancing down over the top of his sunglasses.

“But I need floor time.”

“And I need to not have you underfoot all the time.”

“Why?” You sit up on your elbows, pouting in a manner that will either get you your way or get you bound and strung up in some sort of punishment—you’ll gladly accept either option. “You already call me ‘pet,’ just think of me like a housecat.”

He smirks and reaches down to stroke your leg, long fingers trailing up your ankle, drifting over your calf, settling on your thigh before squeezing it just hard enough to make you yelp. “If I wanted a housecat, I would have one.”

“You do have one,” you beam. “It’s me. I’m the housecat.”

“Is that so?” He drops to his hands and knees, crawling over you until he engulfs you, caging you in on either side with muscled forearms. “Then perhaps I should be calling you ‘kitten,’ hm?”

You swallow, suddenly feeling as though you’ve lost a game you didn’t intend to play. “If you want to.”

“Oh, if I want to?” Doflamingo chuckles and strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “But you’re the one insisting on acting like it. Aren’t you, kitten?”

You nod, leaning into his touch; he’s warm, growing warmer with every moment he holds himself over you, his intent clearer as his hand moves down your body and his teeth gain purchase in your neck, biting his way down to your shoulders, his long tongue soothing the sore spots he leaves along your tender skin.

“No more floor time for now,” he growls, his hand sinking into the plush of your hip.

You blink at him slowly, playing coy, as if you weren’t suddenly filled with an urgent and aching need. “No?”

“No.” He runs the tip of his tongue along your lower lip, grinning wickedly, letting you lay there in silence with only the sound of his quickening breath and your own racing pulse echoing in yours ears. He stands and stares down at you for a moment, admiring the pitiful little thing that cowers beneath him, before scooping you up in his arms; you suspect he would’ve rather picked you up by the scruff of the neck like the unruly pet you are. “I think it’s play time for my little kitty cat. Let’s see how sharp your claws really are.”

[drheartstealer]

my love language is bringing cat boy doffy to a dollar shop and asking "you want anything?"

[umbrx]

❝ Excuse me, worm. Do you have time to talk about our lord and saviour, Jesus Christ? ❞

[mandiemegatron]

Day 4: Donquixote Doflamingo x fem! reader

In this setting, you're a maid in the Donquixote family's residence, and you're Doflamingo's favorite little plaything.... I realized I could check off a lot of the kink prompts with just this alone heheh oh well, he brings out a dark side of me I guess

Word count: 1,3K

Content: female reader, size kink, fingering, degradation, ball gag, restraints, creative use of devil fruit powers, dacryphilia, belly bulge, very rough sex, big power dynamic, BDSM

Doflamingo’s hand found your pussy, his long, mean fingers spreading your lips as your ass was high in the air, face pressed down to your mattress. A position you spent most of your days in ever since the captain of the Donquixote family decided you would be more than just a maid; you became his favorite plaything. You heard the sound of a bottle of lube opening, before feeling the cold liquid against your heat, gasping at the sensation. His fingers softly stroked the lubricant through your folds before sliding up to your entrance, pushing his middle finger inside of you. Due to his inhuman size, his finger was almost the size of an average male’s dick on its own, making you hiss and gasp at the stretch.

“In just a matter of months you’ve gone from barely being able to take my fingers to taking half of my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours,” his husky voice darkened behind you as he thrust his finger inside your pulsating walls, leaving you a gaspy and breathy mess, “you’re such a good whore, sucking me in~”.

The thrust of his finger created a squelching sound that had your cheeks burning as it got nastier with each movement, rubbing your walls deliciously inside of you, wetness starting to pool out of your cunt. Another finger accompanied the one already stretching you, making you arch your back as you cried out a moan.

“There it is, good doll, keep it like that,” he praised your arch while slapping your asscheek with his freehand, the other aggressively thrusting inside your squelching pussy, his slender fingers curling and hitting that sweet, spongy spot that has your legs shaking and his name rolling off your tongue. Your mind was hazy, and yet you realized he had never allowed you to feel pleasure alone, especially this long. 

When his fingers could easily slip in and out of your cunt, he added a third finger before stretching his fingers to your entrance’s limit, laughing as he saw your gaping hole, your walls clenching around nothing but air. He relaxed his fingers to continue massaging your sensitive walls and violently searched for your sweet spot, making you drool on your sheets. A string was pulling inside your body, filling your insides with unbearable heat, leaving you panting beneath the giant of a man as you were desperately moaning for more, relishing in the feeling of finally being allowed selfish pleasure.

“You’re gonna be a good girl? Gonna be a good whore for me?” you weren’t really paying attention to his words, but mewled out your answer with a tirade of ‘yes’. His fingers sped up inside of you, the string inside of your core getting intolerably tight, making tears form in your eyes as you needed to come, begging the man for release.

“Fuck,” he snickered, but his laugh was painted with arousal, the pornographic sight in front of him making his cock almost tear through his pants. He saw how his slick fingers easily fucked your drenched cunt, savoring the sound of the sinful squelching they created, along with your horny, mindless moans. After a few more thrusts of his fingers, he felt your walls clench uncontrollably around his digits as he looked down and saw your mouth slightly parted, brows scrunched together in pleasure, quiet sighs and moans leaving your lips.

The string inside you had snapped, making warmth flood through your body, stars filling your vision as you felt yourself being weightless; utter and complete euphoria spoiled you, making you never want to leave such a plane of existence. 

Doflamingo kept fucking your pussy until he saw you spasming beneath him, too sensitive to be touched so close after your first orgasm in some time. He raised his brow when he saw a tired smile tugging on your lips.

“Didn’t expect that, hm?” he asked you, easing his fingers out of you, hearing you hiss, before helping you back on your knees.

“….no,” you dared to be honest, ready to get a scolding, but he only gave you a deep laugh, before forcing his fingers in your mouth.

“Clean up your mess, hm?,” he grinned down at you when you did as you were told, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue cleaned your own slick off of his fingers, your lips stretching around his way bigger-than-average digits. When he was satisfied, he pulled his wet fingers out of your mouth with a small pop, before hooking his finger beneath your chin. He placed his thumb on your lower lip, stroking it carefully as he made you look up at his sunglasses, seeing the reflection of your disheveled self.

“Now it’s my turn, doll,” and he gave you a grin you knew meant you’d be unable to walk for the next few days.

Face pressed against the mattress by a foot longer than your forearm, you could only gag and whimper against the ball in your mouth, while your arms were tied behind your back with his strings, your ass sore from the rough thrusts and palms that always eagerly abused your skin and insides.

“You’re able to take more of me, you feel that hm? Feel how much deeper I am inside your pussy?” his laugh sent shivers down your spine as you huffed and grunted against the gag at each powerful thrust he fucked into you, your tears and drool staining the sheets beneath you. His hand snaked down your waist and landed on the bulged-out part of your tummy, feeling his cock on the other side of the layers of skin and fat separating it from his hand, growling at the sensation.

“Doesn’t it feel good being such a slutty little whore?” He grunted, his freehand slapped your rear again, reveling in the sting of his palm, seeing you arch your back at the impact, suddenly grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing your gaze forwards as his foot stepped off of you.

“I know you love it, just look at you,“ he reminded you of the mirror placed in front of the bed in your lounge, forcing you to look at his frame absolutely dwarfing your small one, seeing how your ass bounced off his hips, as well as seeing how much drool ran down your chin from the gag, a mix of tears in it as well as your ruined mascara, staining your cheeks. From the steep angle he had you in, you saw that a lot of his girth still hadn’t even penetrated you. 

“And everyone thinks you are the most innocent person here,” he chuckled, his breath barely strained, “But that’s a lie, doll, you’re able to take me”.

His thrusts got slower, trying to inch his cock deeper into your cunt, seeing your lips stretched out around him, feeling your tight walls struggle to accommodate his size, causing him to grunt above you. Loud moans and grunts accompanied by whimpers and cries managed to escape the ballgag he had bound tight in your mouth. Your small sounds turned him on even more, and you saw his smile grow wicked in the mirror.

“So fucking noisy, maybe I’ll get rid of that soon to hear you scream~” he forced his cock even deeper inside of you, the slightly painful, yet arousing stretch knocking the breath out of your chest, your nose struggling to take in enough air for your lungs.

“We’ve got all the time in the world, doll, to make you take all of me,” he growled, before setting a ruthless pace, his huge hands suddenly around your waist pulling you up in the air as his length hit hidden spots inside of you, his pace never faltering. You were just a ragdoll to him, allowing him to handle you however he wanted.

I couldn't give you an answer if you asked me why I am attracted to this awful, horrible man... other than he's fucking hot and insane (my biggest weaknesses). Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoyed!

[count-alucard-tepes]

I feel like Doffy has a requirement that who ever he’s messing with (because this man would never be serious with anyone GTFO) has to speak his mother tongue!

Idk but I feel like he would totally want that😆

Hold on, I need to learn Spanish

[mandiemegatron]

" ...𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖,

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖,

𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪, 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥;

𝕊𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖,

𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪 -

"𝔹𝕠𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 ��𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟" ;;

𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟,

𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟,

𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟,

𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 ;; "

🆆🅾🅼🅰🅽 🅱🆈 🅳🅾🅹🅰 🅲🅰🆃

SCREAMING, SOBBING AT THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE DONE BY @votaeto , I cannot HANDLE how fucking fantastic this is ?!??!!? I can't thank you enough for letting me live my delulu dreams, I love this man sm I'm just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 AND TO HAVE FOUR DIFFERENT VARIATIONS OF THIS ?!!? I'm sobbing, absolutely sobbing. Vota, you have spoiled me rotten and I can't thank you enough for this 😭😭😭😭

SMOOCHING THIS COMMISH SO HARD RN 😭😭😭

[mandiemegatron]

some doffy doodles to get the feel for him

[dotdotdotdotsometingidk]

Fuck sometimes I wanna say ok bitch I ain't a good person I'm not responsible for everyone's idiocy why should I fuckimg be blamed for others shit.

I don't care let it burn.