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TRADESIES with @loopeyfluff

They drewa YAMAO FOR ME an I'm so HAPPYY 🥹❤️

#one piece #one piece fanart #luffy #monkey d luffy #doodle #gear 5 luffy #gear 5th #watch me finish this up #just in time for luff's bday next month #:D #thinkin boy yamatoooooo #<3

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SO, is it rude to like- just read an x reader fic/headcanon here and reblog with a selfship doodle under...?

#drafter’s rant #in any case i could just post it separately #but am curious

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Can I request doflamingo x male reader who has back pain? (Reader is a young adult)

Donquixote Doflamingo x Male reader

Headcanons

I live in denial that Doffy wouldn’t be a good romantic partner, lalala I cant hear canon at all, I’m covering my ears and burying my head in the sand.

I live for secretly soft Doffy.

Doflamingo is a cruel and sadistic individual, so no one questions or is surprised when you guys start dating, even with the big age difference. With Doffy being 41 and you being somewhere around the younger side of 25.

In public I can’t see Doffy showing any weakness, which by extension also means he doesn’t show you any affection, aside from maybe pulling you into his lap and teasing you in little mean ways.

Also Doffy being, well, Doffy, he would definitely notice your back pain before you ever told him. Maybe he notices it when he’s pulling you to sit in his lap and he sees you grimace, or when he’s got his large hand resting on your back and he feels how you subconsciously lean away from his palm.

He wouldn’t say anything, at least in public, and even for a while in private. Its only if it becomes chronic backpain or gets bad enough that it would pose a threat to your safety that I can see him saying anything.

Other than that, I could see him acting in small ways that would make it easier for you. Like picking out an outfit he just must see you in, and that outfit just happens to put less strain on your back, or be tight in the right areas to lessen the pain.

Or when he’s sitting and doing paperwork in his office, just the two of you. He regularly has you in his lap, its just part of the dynamic, so you don’t question it. But hed be absentmindedly rubbing your back, and maybe pressing his knuckles into the hurting area, or massaging it with his thumb.

You also find pain medication in your things, bet it in the grand bathroom you two share, or on the bedside table. Hes probably also snuck a bottle of pills into your pocket, just in case.

It also wouldn’t be strange to start finding things that could help with the back pain, like a hot water bottle, different oils or ointments, or even a book on ways to stretch and do yoga to lessen body pains tucked into your personal bookshelf.

You would immediately know it was Doffy doing it, and when you thank him for it or just smile at him, he would act like he has no idea what you are talking about. He does appreciate the extra kisses, when you guys are in private.

If your backpains are common or constant, I could also see him subtly massaging you more thoroughly. Like when you guys are cuddling and you are laying on top of him, Doffy would be rubbing and massaging up your spine and down your legs.

It doesn’t happen without him making little comments, that you know he doesn’t fully mean. Like him making some kind of jab about him being much older than you, but you are the one with back pain.

Doffy probably also finds some way to use his strings to help you out in some subtle ways, like him grabbing stuff for you so you wont strain your back further, or him wrapping strings around your torso to give you a squeeze and maybe help loosen the pain up a bit.

You always make sure to thank him obviously. Mainly because you can tell he gets a little bashful or flushed. Not that anybody else would be able to tell, since he always just looks like himself.

But you can tell from the way his wide grin softens just a smidge, or how his brow twitches. Your biggest achievement is still after completely showering him in kisses, after he found some way to make the backpain disappear for a while, where you get a very light flush to his cheeks, and he has to turn his head away to clear his throat.

#doflamingo #luv it #HES SO SOFT #also back ache is so real #want him to massage me too

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Big Bad Lineup

#Just got myself a sticker book!!! #WANT THESE SO BAD IN MA COLLECTION #kudos to mel ❤️ #tasty stickers

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Saw a doflaw zine in the making, not joining but like can't WAIT for their shop to open

I WANT FOOD

#drafter’s rant #i say this #as they haven't even made an official announcement #ill take whatev lick of doflaw content #i can get #send help #jump into my dms

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tw excessive violence, reader is gn but kinda masc coded

When it turns out you're Doflamingo's soulmate, he is beyond angry. Not someone equal to his standing, not a lesser noble, not someone with even a smidge of power - no. Just you, a peasant. With an unassuming face, hands that have seen many a day of hard work but never blood, you’re entirely useless to him. Oh, he wants to strangle you with that red string that connects you, wants to kill you for the audacity of being born into nothing but dreck (and he could, he thinks, he could. Not with the red but the gossamer one that springs from each fingertip). He feels like he needs to watch the blood pearl through the skin of your throat just to spite fate who brought a pig to his altar instead of another king.

But he doesn’t. For some strange reason, he doesn’t. Maybe it’s curiosity, maybe it’s the way you take his kicks so well when he shoves you to the floor and crushes your windpipe with a lacquered shoe, it doesn’t matter. He spares your life and simply takes you with him, not able to look at you for weeks after. Now he can see how foolish he was back then, now he knows what a blessing you actually are, how he let his emotions cloud his judgment.

You were made for him. The only thing in this world that is truly and entirely bound to him - blood can betray him, chosen family can run far and wide and return with sharpened knives to thank him for his years of help, but you - you can’t even lift a finger to paw at the hand that chokes you. You can only take, take, take - take the hits, the beatings, the violence, the frustration. You’re so utterly and devastatingly perfect for him that he wouldn’t be surprised if you grew back a limb he cut off in another fit rage. His loyal dog, cowering by his side, his whipping boy, shouldering all of his frustrations, you’re everything all at once.

Fate has been brutal to him, more so than to anyone else - to fall from living godhood right into obscurity, into the dust he had to rise from again, all because of the stupidity of his own father. But it also gave him a piece of divinity back, made him the only god you’ll ever know in your life, a cruel roundelay you’ll have to dance, dance, dance until the day you drop dead.

#thank you so much for food #doflamingo

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Wip again ^^

#one piece #one piece fanart #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #wip #yamato #drafter #doffy #putting this on hold #as i work on a Luff boiiii #:D #self ship

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Oh... But what if you're a Warlord and Doflamingo is trying oh-so-hard to have some fun with you and Crocodile? He just wants you both, in typical 'the heart wants what it can't get' fashion. Because that's how it is - you're just as annoyed by his antics as Crocodile is and you two seem to find a strange sense of camaraderie in your shared dislike for the bird. It's cruel and tantalizing at the same time when you whisper among each other whenever the marine coops the lot of you up, purposefully ignoring his too-big grins and wandering hands.

minors dni, cucking, gets a little dark at the end

It's like he's air to you - at least until he outright bullies himself into your little tête-à-têtes and receives nothing but rolling eyes and cold acid. Oh, he wants to fuck that attitude right out of you both, he thinks, wants not one but two powerful shichibukai hot-faced and stupid on his cock. Mentally, he sees you two lounging right by his side on Dressrosa, basking in the hot sun, enjoying yourselves while he just gets to take, take, take and maybe watch you fuck each other shamelessly in front of an audience. (But oh, you're both so... stuck up. Palm trees and pools and cocktails and most importantly, swimwear and sex, are in the far, far future because he just knows that you two would rather take a cactus up your asses than be on friendly (and more) terms with him. Such a shame, it is.) But no, he has to watch you get closer and closer while all he can do is act like it doesn’t bother him one bit, when in reality he wants to bite his own tongue off with want sometimes. 

So imagine his surprise when you invite him in, just like that, one day, out of the blue - he’s too careful to call it a victory just yet, but he’s curious as to why little old you, always so cool, composed, almost icy, decides to propose a little tryst. And he’s right to be cautious, because no one other than Crocodile waits for you when you open the door to some non-committal bedroom, looking as bored as ever.

Oh? Are you planning on getting rid of him? It wouldn’t be the worst assassination plot that has happened upon him - but way too clumsy for the caliber of pirate you and the gator are. And he’s right - because before he can even make a single remark about what the hell you think you’re doing, he has to swallow his tongue at the sight of you two getting rather … intimate. Doflamingo is never speechless, but for a hot second even he can only cock a blond eyebrow, brain needing to catch up with his eyes. Reality is truly stranger than fiction, he thinks, shrugs his shoulders and promptly tries to seize the opportunity - only to get rejected decidedly and loudly. The puzzle pieces fall into place, then, and it all makes sense. So that’s how you want to play, hm? You want to discourage him from leering by making a show out of just how close you are. Too bad that he’s made of the very same material you two bastards are. He can be patient, when he wants to, can hold his words behind an unassuming face and just be grateful for what he has been given. He’ll find a way to get out of this on top - even if he only makes you think that this show doesn’t bother him, he tries to tell himself. Doflamingo doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s seething. He would have gladly watched you in any other context, but only to spite him, only to show him what he can’t have? It makes him both indescribably angry and turns him on at the same time. He was right before - someone needs to fuck the attitude out of the two of you, big-headed and self-assured that you are. Deep, deep down he knows he could just force himself between you right now - overpower both of you and teach you the very lesson that is itching beneath his fingertips. But where is the fun in that? Oh, no. You made the grave mistake of mocking him, of thinking yourself superior to him when you’re nothing but ants. And you’ll pay for that.

He sits and grinds his teeth while the two of you seem to have forgotten about his presence entirely, stewing in his anger, mapping out awful scenario after scenario- Only when you gasp, shaking him from his frantic thoughts, he notices just how hard he is against his pants. Rage melts away with every little moan, every grunt that comes from the bed and is replaced by that same white-hot desire that has been stirring within him for months. 

It’s unfair, entirely unfair. He feels like a kid for a moment, the way he wants to pout. He’s painfully straining against too-tight fabric while you two look like you’re having the time of your lives. Oh, he’ll get his revenge, he just knows it. He’ll make you beg for it, will make you stick out your tongue until you go cross-eyed, will make you degrade yourself for even a fraction of the things Crocodile is doing to you. And he’ll make the gator eat the dirt he likes to revel in, will make him swallow it alongside his hideous and uncalled-for pride until he won’t be able to look him in the eyes anymore. He’ll fucking ruin you both, it’s decided in that very moment. Gone are the dreams of fake blue pools and the three of you in cozy reverie, he only wants you beneath him now like the nauseating dogs you are.

Oh, you just made everything so much worse for yourselves, poor things. Because what you don’t know is that what Doflamingo wants - he gets.

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Wip wip wip

#one piece #doflamingo #wip #drafter #yamato #doffy

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My love

#one piece #one piece fanart #doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo #doffy #procreate #anime

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a/n: Someone asked for more of Doflamingo's family pet - unfortunately I accidentally deleted the ask, but as I actually keep a physical list of all the asks I need to get to, it hasn't been lost! I hope this finds its way to you, anon 😘💖

tags: heavy dehumanization, weird pet metaphors, unreliable narrator, noncon, violence, minors dni, death (not yours), fat gn reader, vomit mention, read the tags and read them twice, just some thoughts

word count: 1.1k

Doflamingo thinks himself a good owner.

You're clean, well-groomed, clothed, fed and loved. Entertained, too. He stuffs you into your crate only at night - even if he has to leave you behind (which he rarely does), you stay with the rest of the family, not in that little cage. He's responsible. Loving. Tender.

But even he can forget about some things.

Maybe it should have been obvious, since you haven't been neutered. But to his defense, it's rather easy to forget that you, when stripped down, are just a mammal - blunt little teeth, yappy antics and bug-eyed, watery stares fool him so easily, make you sexless and too cute to have any needs of your own. And with his frequent appetites sated and you chewing through the leather of his newest chaise, you're just his mutt, feisty but spoiled. And really, who likes to think about their precious little darling dog being aroused? Not him, that's for sure. You're supposed to be something soft to spoil, something to lighten up his days.

Unfortunately, his pesky habit of kicking you whenever you drool just a little too much on his expensive pants (among other things) leads to the discovery of uncomfortable truths. One peculiarly placed hit, and something happens that he never expected - you yelp in pain, and then it climbs out of your throat, grotesque and breathy. A moan. And suddenly, something occurs to him. Makes him go down the lane of unsavory thoughts he never wanted to have when it comes to you.

He has neglected you. Greatly.

In all these years, he has been nothing but selfish - always enjoyed someone hanging off his arm, someone to warm his bed - while you had gone without, never had the possibility to get some relief. That's why you're getting winded over a simple kick to your crotch, poor, pathetic little thing. It's so wrong, so fucking depraved - he didn't train you to be so needy, to have to find pleasure in something so brutish. Yet here you are. Writhing in pain and something else as you try to shield your most sensitive parts from further intrusions.

He's suddenly going silent, brooding above you. Something needs to be done, he realizes.

The answer seems obvious - he should get you someone you can play around with, to let off steam, to indulge in the cruder parts of your nature. At first, the thought is appalling, but the more he ruminates and lets different scenarios play in his head, the more he sees that it has to be done. And it could be quite a bit of fun for him as well, if done correctly.

Arrangements are made almost too easily.

It's only fair that he gets you someone from that heap of trash you called your home. Maybe you even knew each other, before he found a place on his lap for you - it matters not, as long as the specimen is someone you would have fucked way back when he first took you. Doflamingo figures the man is up to your tastes, picks someone who looks healthy and strong. After all, he only wants the best for you - if he gets to pick his entertainment du jour, why shouldn't he at least get you someone appealing? (He also doesn't need any suspicious activity on Dressrosa, especially because he doesn't intend to have the man turned into a toy. He has his own visions for this - but that's not for little lap dogs like you to know.)

The male is taken, Doflamingo's room prepared and you - naive, stupid, and stunted that you are - follow him as you always do and walk right into his trap. It's nothing elaborate, really. But it does the job. Just the bound male, a flick of his wrist to restrain and oh-

He can play with the two of you like puppets. Of course, you're all confused. He rarely (if ever) uses his powers on you, so the sudden restraints feel like some sort of betrayal. Your big eyes question him, looking somehow even more pathetic underlined by your fat cheeks. He doesn't know if he should tut or laugh at you, that's how delicious your expression is - and it gets better and better as he tears your flimsy, carefully picked out pants apart. You are so utterly shocked, so taken by surprise it looks like you're short-circuiting. Only when the bigger man pounces on you - because Doflamingo is making him do so - you try to kick, bite, scratch, suddenly coming back to reality. But poor little fat pup, you're breathless and limp after a few minutes of struggle against his restraints and heave out your tears when your breath leaves you behind. Your fat ass up in the air, you can do very little with the way he's holding you in position.

You have to let it happen, even as the snot pools on the floor.

It's for your own good. And to his great amusement. He keeps you like this, makes the man mount you, fuck you, defile you - keeps intently watching the scene in front of him, the way you blubber and cry out. It's kind of cute, really - you're both crying. Like some grotesque version of two young lovers taking each other's virginity, you're both stuttering out apologies and clutching what is closest to you, even if that is your ass in his case.

It gets boring rather quickly, though. And rather tiring on the hands, too.

So he lets the male go - who gets cross-eyed faster than he can realize he's been freed because there is suddenly a pistol aimed directly at his forehead. If he was crying before, he's downright hysterical now. It doesn't leave you unfazed, either - Doflamingo's precious little mutt is suddenly deadly silent, too afraid to squeak out even a tiny moan. A precious sight to him. Especially when the man finally pumps his load into you, his orgasm flat and fast and unsatisfying, because it's ripped from him entirely due to the way his body functions, not because this is in any way enjoyable to him. Doflamingo smiles as the male huffs out a sigh, weighing himself in a moment of false security and-

He pulls the trigger.

You scream - but only a second later, only when the man goes limp above you, only when blood and brains splatter all over your back. You scream and scream and scream until you're hoarse, until your voice gets wet underneath the vomit that suddenly leaves you. Doflamingo would click his tongue at the sight if he wasn't so busy laughing at your predicament. Really, he had forgotten how fun it is to terrorize you a little, had forgotten how quaint it can be when your stupid face goes from empty stupidity to sheer and utter fear, the kind one can taste on their tongue. You can be so entertaining when pushed a little and he can't help but revel in the tiniest sliver of nostalgia as he looks at you, beaten down and traumatized like the day he took you.

Still, he's getting you neutered the next chance he gets.

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Request by anon: List number 3 obsessions "Now you want mercy? After running from me? It's too late." with GN reader and Yandere Crocodile or Doffy (whichever you feel more inclined to) 👀

A/N: You WHORE! you know damn well I'm gonna choose both, hunky men obsessing over you? YES PLEASE. Oh anon, you turned something on in me. Also, for those ppl who are wondering why I bother... it's literally DOFFY and CROCO-BABY. You can't tell me that these two wouldn't do dangerous things. Enjoy! 🩵 link to event here

Warnings: possessive/obsession, yandere themes, rough treatment, use of devil fruits, etc, the usual.

WC: 664

Yandere! Crocodile x GN! Reader x Yandere! Doflamingo

You held back sobs from the cuts and bruises you earned from escaping the mansion. Your clothes barely hung on you, and your sweat was no better, making them stick uncomfortably. But again, it's a small price to pay rather than staying with them any longer. What had you done to entice them? You were nothing as far as you knew, so how were you able to get their attention of all people?

The cackling of the blonde (-bitch) approaching you made a shiver run down your spine. Was it just Doflamingo going after you? You snuck under the trench where the drooping flower beds lay, a perfect place to hide in. You couldn’t let your plan go to waste, those weeks of brainstorming had eventually concluded in your leave. You silently thanked the moon, it barely illuminated the night, cloaking you in its presence.

You watched as the tall, pink fluffed figure passed by, not noticing you. You clasped your hand to your mouth, muffling your breathing. He can’t find me here…

Doflamingo eyed the garden, his pink shades glinting as he looked side to side. He hummed, it shouldn’t be this hard to find a little lost pet. Luckily, his other partner hadn’t arrived yet, which left it up to him to quickly make do with this situation. “Little slut, where are you?” he hissed, clenching his fists, “If you come out now, I won’t punish you as hard.” You held back a scoff, like he’d ever keep a promise. The chirping crickets hid the noises of your shuffling as you tried to tuck yourself in deeper into the drench. 

You glanced down to see something tickling at your leg, and you gripped your mouth tighter as you felt its legs trace down your own. The spider was slowly crawling over you, tempting you to shrug it off. Your teary eyes looked back at where the man was before, seeing him disappear deeper into the garden. Slowly, you pushed yourself out of the trench, making away to the outer gates. 

F-finally! You thought, smiling a little, I can finally–

“And just where do you think you’re going, little mouse?” a gruff voice spoke. The hint of tobacco that tickled your nose easily identified who it was, him. Your lips trembled as you ran away from Crocodile, his mere presence almost intoxicating. The gate looked so close, its fancy designs beholding your freedom behind it. 

But alas, grainy textures and piercing strings pulled you away from what you wanted most. Rough hands squeezed your dirty cheeks, pulling your face to the sneering blonde. “Did you think that we’ll let you go so easily? After we spoiled you rotten, this is how you fucking treat us?” You shook your head rapidly whimpering at the tightness of his large hands. “N-no sir…!” you whispered as tears began to fall down your face once again.

“Donquixote, did you let them get out?” asked Crocodile, glaring at him, “I trusted you to take care of them for a few moments, and I came to see our little mouse running away?” Doffy hissed at him before replying, “It’s not my fault Croco-baby, it’s this bitch,” he roughly pulled your face to show the raven man. 

Crocodile held his cigarette between his teeth as he roughly pulled your hair up, exposing your neck. “I suppose you’re right, aren’t you?” he grunted. You quivered at their touches before meekly speaking up.

“H-Have mercy please!” you pleaded. The smoking sir yanked your hair back down, chuckling at your pleas. Doffy licked a long stripe on your neck before huskily replying, “Now you want mercy? After running from me? It’s too late now, pet.” You were quickly tossed on the said-mans shoulder, watching desperately as your escape crumbled before your eyes. 

“You brought this on yourself,” murmured Crocodile, wiping away the tear that ran down your chin. “I thought we told you the first day we met, you’re never going to leave.”

©this work belongs to stephis, do not repost, modify, or translate. reblogs appreciated! 🩵

#drafter's reblog #Oh no #A THREESOME #THATS LITERALLY MY WEAK POIIIINT #AAAA

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cw: 18+/minors dni. gn!reader. biting. doflamingo-typical condecension. d/s relationship implied.

“Harder.”

Doflamingo looks down at you through crimson lenses as you close your mouth tighter around a spot on his forearm, your teeth barely making a dent in the cable-like muscles that run through his marble-sculpted body. He scoffs, a smirk quirking up the corners of his mouth, as he watches you hesitate every time you begin clench your jaw—his little darling with the insatiable oral fixation will never reach satisfaction with that kind of attitude.

“I said harder.”

You pull back from him with your mouth fixed in a pout, all doe eyes and kiss-swollen lips, and whine: “But I’ll hurt you.”

“Hurt me? You’re so cute, pet.” He shoves his thumb between your parted lips to tug your jaw open, and runs the pad along your bottom row of teeth. “You really think these can hurt me?”

“I dunno,” you mumble around the finger that prods at your canines. “Maybe.”

He tosses his head back and laughs, cruel condescension echoing in the room. “Are you really so naïve that you think a little lamb like you can injure a god like me?”

It’s intoxicating to him, the way you seem to bristle when he provokes you—Doflamingo loves you when you’re compliant, his obedient little toy that he can use however he pleases, who will smile and thank him, even through wails and tears, for every bit of pain and pleasure he provides you like the merciful god he is. But he loves you the very most when you take his patronizing words as a challenge, knowing you will go to any lengths to prove yourself to him—to show what a good and useful acquisition you’d been. You grasp his large hand in yours and turn it over, tilting your head to kiss his palm, to caress every long finger from base to tip with the softness of your lips; he smiles down at you, reveling in your devotion and willingness to worship.

“No, sir,” you murmur against his wrist as you run your tongue along the tendons, the ones that flex and move under his skin when he grants you the blessing of being manipulated by his strings. “I don’t suppose I could hurt you.”

“Then why don’t you satisfy your cravings and bite, hm?” He feels a stirring at the base of his spine, an ache building in his core, as he sees the way your eyes glimmer with wanton need. “Show me what my little darling is made of.”

You hold his hand to your mouth, and he hisses as you sink your teeth into the soft spot between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’s it,” he rasps, and his hips begin to move almost of their own accord, thrusting at nothing. “Show me you can hurt me.”

A series of depraved noises come flowing from his lips as your canines press into his flesh. He’s almost proud of you as you push past your limits until your jaw is shaking and your eyes flutter shut and a shameless moan leaves you and spreads across his skin. You groan and pull away, a string of saliva connecting you to him still.

“Better?” you ask, panting and shivering, looking up at him like he is the only god worthy of worship.

“Oh, much better, pet,” he says through a shuddering exhale as he runs his fingers over the indents you left in his skin. He cups your cheek in his hand, almost engulfing you, and murmurs praise in your ear, delicious words that soon turn depraved as he tells you what you’ve done to him, describes exactly what is waiting for you under the expensive fabric of his trousers that he begins to unbutton.

“Now,” he growls as he forces your head to one side, exposing the skin of your neck, “let’s see if you can take as well as you can give.”

#drafter's reblog #doflamingo x reader #This got me melting GOOD #AAAAAaaaa

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Fuk, scream at me if you're a moot on twt and I haven't followed u back here

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LET IT SHINE THROUGH!! 🏳️‍🌈

#one piece #one piece fanart #luffy #monkey d luffy #anime #pride month

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TASTE THE RAINBOW 🏳️‍🌈

#one piece #one piece fanart #luffy #monkey d luffy #pride month #anime

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i am in need of more Doffy x male reader content

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