please, vote ~~

i really need to go back and read more fanfics but man who would say adult life is such a fucking bitch !!!!!!!!!!!

poll results hehe. there will be no ebook lol. thank you for voting anyway! 💕

I'm putting my best fanfic all in one e-book

and i need your opinion. would you download it for free? would you buy it? how much would you pay for an e-book which compiles my best fanfic in a single document?

please, answer the poll below so i can think about it with real statistics <3

important info about the e-book idea:

it would have lots of short-stories, big stories and exclusive content especially for the compilation, but the BEST ONES, rewritten and/or revised, some translated (bc i also write lots in portuguese)

i would make a separate e-book for dark content and put there the really filthy stuff i didn't even post in tumblr

i won't delete the stories if i earn money with the e-book. i don't really need to get money but it would be nice to have my work appreciated$$

if you have any questions, just say it :) i'm here.

thank you for your time!

I'm putting my best fanfic all in one e-book

and i need your opinion. would you download it for free? would you buy it? how much would you pay for an e-book which compiles my best fanfic in a single document?

please, answer the poll below so i can think about it with real statistics <3

important info about the e-book idea:

it would have lots of short-stories, big stories and exclusive content especially for the compilation, but the BEST ONES, rewritten and/or revised, some translated (bc i also write lots in portuguese)

i would make a separate e-book for dark content and put there the really filthy stuff i didn't even post in tumblr

i won't delete the stories if i earn money with the e-book. i don't really need to get money but it would be nice to have my work appreciated$$

if you have any questions, just say it :) i'm here.

thank you for your time!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

to be added.

that's literally my account but a hidden one.

𝐠𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧.

doflamingo x f!reader. nsfw/dark content. stepcest, somnophilia, implied age gap, degrading nicknames, God mentioned (lol)

1432 words.

The sight of you sleeping did not surprise him—Doflamingo knew you would look like an angel just like in every moment of the day. But looking like this, so close to your face, it only became more visible how much of a silly girl you were. The days were warm, so the nights. Then, instead of wearing your usual pajama set, with pants and a shirt, you replaced it with the prettiest pair of silky shorts and a tank top. You were a little dumb, too, he decided. Even wearing these teasing clothes, you did not lock your bedroom’s door nor covered yourself with a thin blanket. This way, how could he resist? Doflamingo did not look forward the opportunity. It just fell on his lap and he would never deny such thing. It had to be God’s plan or something. He woke up too early to take your mom to the airport and, by the time he came back, he thought you would already be awake. As if he did not know you well—that day being a usual Saturday, you would never wake up before 9am. Doflamingo came in to invite you to take breakfast at the new French bakery you wanted to go, only this. But then the thought of being alone at home with you, a very rare event, hit him and he found himself by your bed’s side, appreciating your figure. You were a cute thing, for God’s sake. Your face was so relaxed. Your mouth was parted, and from time to time you would pout only to separate your lips again. Doflamingo could not stop himself—he put his thumb on your mouth, just like you said once to him you would like for one to do. You were so drunk that day. If Doflamingo was the best of men, guilty would hit him that very moment. He was not, though. So he laughed alone, remembering how he used the fact you almost forgot your name to find out if you were trying to seduce your mom’s husband or it was only his insane mind plotting. Of course, he was right. You admitted, murmuring between shy laughs, that you had been dreaming about having your body used by him in ways you never tried before. Therefore, he was doing nothing wrong. You asked for it. You continued to talk to him teasingly when your woman was not seeing and you felt no shame on calling your girl friends over and make them admit they would do anything to have him as their stepfather. You were silly only for not expecting that he actually would do something to you one day (even though he never thought about really invading your room before that morning). But now he was there and it was the perfect moment to make some of your fantasies come true—and, of course, give him the taste of corrupting a young girl like you. The meal of the gods of lust; the forbidden fruit. He knew you were not a heavy sleeper, so fingers on your lips would be enough to disturb you even a little bit. It was too soft of him, so much unlike him. So weird to notice he was being quite gentle to the girl he absolutely wanted to rail. With a little bit of care, maybe, but rail. Fuck you deep. Put you on your knees and make you gag. Mark your face, your thighs, your ass. Bite your neck, your tits, your nipples; force you to ride him until your strength leaves your body completely and fuck his dick into you even when you lose your ability to talk like a human being. He wanted to leave you on your bed undone, your moans and babbles echoing in his mind as he works out, as he drives, as he talks in the business meeting. You would look so great like this, forgetting your name and remembering only his name. You would call him daddy, perhaps? Lord.

You moved your legs to a very useful position and Doflamingo could not handle the urge anymore. “You asked for it, little whore,” he whispered in your ear, lying down by your side. As expected, you shook your head as if you were annoyed, making noises. “Yeah, don’t mind me,” he continued to whisper. His hands went to your tank top, which covered nothing under your bellybutton, and pulled it up. This time, he could see your eyes opening a little. Not enough to say you were awake, but for sure not asleep anymore. You did not dislike the fact he was roughly rubbing your nipple with his fingers. You did not move his hand away when he decided to check all of you. Like a doll, you stood still as he squeezed your waist, your hips, your thighs. You even moaned when his light fingers passed on your inner thighs, so close to your cunt. Oh, he knew you would let him use you as he wanted when you finally woke up and, instead of screaming and telling him to go away, you only pretended to sleep again. “Good little whore,” he murmured. You hummed back and Doflamingo laughed. So you liked the mean nicknames, hm? “Take that pajama off and be ready to be my breakfast. I came here to take you out. But dressing like a bitch, there is only one thing I can do for you.” Doflamingo took his own clothes off in an instant. His cock was hard since the moment he noticed your parted lips; he needed to touch himself a bit while you slowly tried to take your shorts off. Slow girl, you were. He was not one to blame, it was arousing to see you that sleepy, but he wanted it fast. He held the sides of the short and put it down all at once, panties coming along. You tried to cover yourself, maybe too self-conscious now, yet he did not let you even close your legs. “Keep them open.” He touched your inner thighs, your crotch. Your pubic hair was kind of cute and he appreciated how down there you looked like a grown-up woman already. As if you were not twenty years younger than him. You made some noises when he passed his fingertips on all of you—clit, cunt, ass; you squirmed a little, somewhat annoying but also sexy. Doflamingo’s patience was not big and when he noticed you were wet enough, he pushed two of his fingers into you. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” He asked, hoping for the answer to be no. He wanted you as fuck, but not as your first man. When you shook your head in negative, seeming desperate to his eyes, grabbing your thighs, the man pushed his fingers into you just a couple times—to check if you were from the sensitive ones or you would take him like an expert hoe. God bless. Two tips touching your g spot were good, but not so good you could not take some more. “Great cunt, pretty. Keep those eyes closed, do not say a word and keep those hot legs wide open to me. I won’t say again.” Like a good girl, you obeyed. He was not one to praise, but in his mind he loved your mother for how submissive and servient she raised you. Between your legs, he could see all of you. He could touch your boobs, fuck his finger inside you and press your tongue to make you choke. He could pass the tip of his cock all on you, feeling the wetness that was making him harder every second. A golden opportunity, God bless. Felt like heaven to finally fuck his dick all into you, all at once. No time for you to get used or whatever guys do when they are fucking a young girl. It was about his pleasure, now. Yours was a consequence. You were the perfect doll, the perfect girl to be used. Lord, so tight. So warm. The difference between his fingers and his dick were quite noticeable and, instead of having you taking him quiet, some moves and you were babbling, drooling, rolling eyes back. The little whore was strong, though: Doflamingo felt your hips moving and you squirming hard, squeezing his cock; he heard you begging for more and more and more. And, somehow, he knew you were talking about that not being the single morning that he would have you being fucked by him as a breakfast. God bless.

hi i guess.

I love your new theme😝 hope you’re doing well friend🤗🩷🩷

hey friend!! i'm pretty good, thank you! <3 i'm so happy you're back!

Quais os planos para semana?

Você tem problema em conversar sobre você?

Tipo, não querendo saber quem você é, sua identidade, mas querendo saber quem você é, sua essência...

pode perguntar o que quiser. não tenho problemas com isso não. e se eu não quiser responder, bem, eu só não respondo.

meu plano atual é sobreviver ao dia. a semana vem depois.

why? I'm mean, are you afraid of that? Is it lazyness? you don't like it?

i believe i said "i really don't like" on the last answer. so. that's it. i do not like it. it can be called laziness too.

you give me slices of what you want and I sew them together, almost like frankstein's monster.

oh. sounds fun, but I'll decline 😊 i really don't like tue process of thinking and creating new characters

understood. Can I try to create you a character?

how would you do that?

I read some posts of you. Is there anything you wouldn't write about? I read you would write even about incest, so, what wouldn't you write about?

oh so. pegging shota lolicon abdl breeding stuff rape sissification anything related to pregnancy race play

I guess. had to go deep to find it lol

You should try creating your own characters, If you can write histories, it means you have enough imagination to create the characters.

Maybe, they can have theirs own distrubs, problems, wishes, secrets, demons, sins, mistakes, etc, etc...

i prefer to write with already existing characters :) i do not like creating them. it's not for me. whenever i need to do original pieces they turn to be very badly created and the opposite of deep.

Aqui está tudo ótimo, como semrpe. Você realmente sofre de depressão ou foi forma de falar?

Ta afim de conversaar?

claro, conversemos!!

foi modo de dizer só

olá, pequeno diário, como estás?

alô, tô depressos de domingo. e por aí?

Do you only use animes, Japanese, charactes??

well, i write with characters i know!! who do you want to suggest? if i know them i can sure write!!

é, acho que dorme cedo.

Boa noite então =)

sim, durmo. :)

não tenho uma comida preferida. mas pra listar o que eu gosto muito: poke, sushi, seitan, churrasco de cortes finos, bife à parmegiana, qualquer coisa com cogumelos, vatapá, enfim. gosto de comida.