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Sanji's eyes lower, landing on Doflamingo's chest.
His chin tips upwards when Doflamingo leans closer. He watches as his lips part, he can feel Doflamingo's breath against his, their noses just barely grazing.
“Do you want to fuck me, Sanji?”
Sanji learns something new about Doflamingo and he can't stop thinking about it
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08 Feb 2026
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“Everything alright, Sunshine?” Shanks’ hand is on the back of his neck now, squeezing in a way that’s probably meant to be comforting but Luffy can only whine over it.
He’s so hard. His pants are wet. Like…. Wet wet. Oh god.
Luffy finally picks his head up to stare, though he doesn’t know where he gets the strength to do so, the man against him makes him all fuzzy and hot that Luffy genuinely feels stupid.
“How are you—”
Shanks’ dark eyes are watching him open and warm and tender, like he’s patiently waiting for Luffy to get it all out of his system. The trio of scars over his eye are slightly ragged in the way scars are meant to be. Real. Not smooth or two dimensional like on a wanted poster.
Shanks' breath is heavy with ale and wine and hot where it blows over Luffy’s face. Over his mouth.
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01 Feb 2026
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Nami decides that she's sick of waiting on Robin to make the first move and decides to do something bold to show the archeologist just how wet she gets for her.
[Robin/Nami | Pussy Flashing/Masturbation | Devil Fruit Smut]
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- Part 1 of naughty nami
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29 Dec 2025
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After sabaody Law can't stop lingering around his cute little patient, or stop abusing any excuse to touch him, or stop groping him at night.
He is just so cute.
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20 Nov 2025
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“Oh hell no,” Sanji chokes, pushing off his hands. His knees sink into the plant, which reacts swiftly to the movement—he’s only able to clear his head and arms from the plant’s grasp before it cinches tight around his ribs. He tries pushing against the outside of the plant, leverage to pull himself out, but the ridges of the leafy petals dig into his skin and lock against each other tighter.
A loud laugh echoes amongst the trees.“Quite the predicament you’re in, hm?”
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06 Nov 2025