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i'm gonna post this on twt so i guess I'll put it here too

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I'm keeping an eye out for heat stroke in my area and I can't figure out what a full body flush would look like on dark skin since all the pictures are just fake training pictures. Anyone have video/pics of a heat stroke flush on black skin?

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y'all it's about to get really fucking humid and hot

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A Vintage Bouquet Masterlist

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One Piece Masterlist

Word Count: 5k+

Themes: Slowburn, slow burn, long fic, long distance relationship turned found friends to love, strangers to lovers, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language. Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader.

Notes:

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Chapter 1

Mihawk stops on his journey home to an island famous for its women, and more importantly to him, its wine. The legacy of your mother's good name can be tasted in every bottle of wine you create. You aren't going to let the monastery take that and sell that- and you- without vengeance. You unknowingly bribe the man into helping, unaware of his reputation.

Chapter 2

Mihawk spares your life not out of mercy but due to bureaucratic sabotage, good wine, and vague convenience. Out of spite, he places you in his cursed, crumbling castle upon the island of Kuraigana. You are given a cold servants' room, no promises, and one sarcastic note.

Chapter 3

After Mihawk leaves without warning—his only parting words a backhanded note to the mandrills not to eat you—you’re left to survive alone in a haunted, crumbling castle with nothing but vinegar, rotting furniture, and a deeply bruised sense of pride. So you begin rebuilding your life out of sheer spite.

Chapter 4

Rot, Vine, and Vengeance — the story of what happens when you're abandoned in a haunted castle and decide, out of sheer spite, to become the most terrifying vintner the Grand Line has ever seen. There’s soil. There’s screaming. There’s a very aggressive carrot-based alliance with jungle cryptids.

Chapter 5

It all begins with a mandrill trying to warn you, and you, armed with a ladle and blind optimism, misreading the situation entirely. Enter: Shanks. Loud. Red-haired. Uninvited.

Chapter 6

Mihawk returns to Kuraigana Island expecting chaos, but finds it’s been transformed into a bizarre, domestic paradise run by you. After a series of increasingly ridiculous interactions, Mihawk comes to the shocking realization that he's no longer the apex predator on the island—he’s just another resident in a bizarre household.

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Get yourself a fabric store that will light your fabric on fire for you

No but legit I asked what the fiber content of something was and the guy didn’t know so he cut a chunk off and lit it on fire and felt the ashes and was like. Yeah this is mostly cotton with a lil bit of silk. And that was the moment I knew. This is it. This is the fabric store for me. Also that guy is marriage material. Not for me but damn some person is gonna be so happy with him.

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Thinking too hard about the first time Shanks visits Mihawk and sees you, the swordsman's devoted companion, and then spends the evening wide awake, stroking himself and thinking of all the ways Mihawk must ruin you.

Picturing you at Mihawk’s feet, hands in lap, palms up, tongue out, ready to receive. Thinking of you in the garden, pruning plants and carefully selecting the day’s tomato harvest, until Mihawk approaches and runs a hand up your sundress, bending you over without a word and defiling you amongst the blooming sunflowers.

He wonders if Mihawk’s predator instincts lead him to let you loose in the woods now and again, watching you flee like a frightened bunny, letting you feel the cold night air on your skin as he tracks you, easily following the scent of your arousal, before he pins you down and fucks you in the moonlight.

Most of all, he wonders how you look when you disobey—does Mihawk take you over his knee and spank you? Does he tie you to his bedpost and whip you until your pretty face is covered in tears and your back is covered in welts that he kisses and runs his long fingers over afterwards to soothe you? Does he bind your wrists and ankles in silk and keep you spread-eagle upon his mattress, wracking your body with orgasms until you’re sore and sobbing and babbling that it’s too much?

Shanks doesn’t even realize how quickly he’s brought himself to the edge and he spills himself all over the sheets with a low grunt, still stroking himself absentmindedly thinking of how Mihawk utterly ruins you, wondering what it would be like to do the same.

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moment of unspeakable beauty today when one of my coworkers called another coworker "judas" for not splitting a can of white monster with her, and i got to watch the guy who sits next to me open a new google tab, type in "jeudis," and say quietly to himself "french thursday...?"

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Why is there no man arching his back with his butt in the air emoji

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⚔️Put your panties where their mouth is

Warnings: nsfw, afab reader, buggy x reader. crocodile x reader, mihawk x reader, no pronouns used for reader, reader's genitals referred to as "she," vaginal sex, panties in the mouth (mostly)

WCs: 🎪~ 370, 🐊~ 480, 🦅~ 400, ~1.2k total

Tag: @rorywritesjunk

🎪Buggy the Clown

As much as you enjoy hearing how good Buggy feels, sometimes he is too damn loud.

He huffs, puffs, and bellows like a steam train. Dirty talk turns into whining and begging that increase in volume faster than the intensity of his own neediness. Groans claw themselves from his gut, leaving his throat scratched up the next day.

“Please, please don’t stop. Fuck, baby, you feel - fuck! - feelssogood.” The words slur together with how quickly Buggy rushes to speak.

Fingers dig into the meat of your thighs while he thrusts up into you, grunting loudly to emphasize his point.

You can hardly hear the slap of skin against skin over the din he creates. Any attempt you make to maintain some sense of auditory privacy fails. Buggy talks around the fingers you shove in his mouth, crying about how delicious they are. His lips move against yours. He drags his kisses across your face, closer to your ear so you can continue to have the pleasure of hearing him.

While you’re the only one he wants to sing his arousal aria to, threats and reminders of reality aren’t enough to shush him long enough. Even knocks on the door urgently demanding that Buggy shut the fuck up, holy shit do you know it’s past midnight?! only work for as long as it takes him to suck in another breath.

“Yeaaah, just like thaaaat,” Buggy moans, his voice droning longer than a foghorn. “S-so tight, babe, nngh~!” 

Enough is enough. Leaning forwards, you reach for something, anything that could dampen this one-man cacophony. His discarded bandana should be nearby and when your fingers wrap around a wad of fabric, you shove it into Buggy’s gaping maw. His latest bemoaning is brought to a reasonable level. And with your palm covering his mouth, it’s muffled even more. 

His jaw moves behind your hold, working around the object - gnawing on it and tonguing the bundle. Realization and silence fall over him at the same time. He looks up at you with wide-eyes and a mouth full of your panties.

“Just shut up and cum.”

Buggy nods and mumbles some sort of confirmation into your undies.

Whatever. At least he’s quieter now.

🐊 Sir Crocodile

“I can see how needy your body is,” Crocodile drawls as he teases you with the tip of his cock, his movements as slow as his words.

With your ass on the edge of his desk and legs spread wide, you don’t have a strong argument. And when Crocodile clicks his tongue, you lean back and expose yourself more. Maybe if you looked even more pathetic, he’d give you what you want.

He stops to slap his blunt head against your body, frustratingly too close and too far from where you really want him to be. Sticky from arousal, each hit makes a plap! noise - a sound he seems to find satisfying. A chuckle slips through his smirk.

“You really want it, hm? You want me that badly?”

“Yes, please! Croccy, stop teasing, I can’t take it,” you say in a voice that wavers between begging and demanding.

Another laugh - one that’s thick, rich, and heavy with condescension. “I almost expected that hungry little hole to answer me.” His equally thick cock prods at you, the tip threatening to wiggle in.

And that’s all you get. Despite how your body flutters, it fails to grasp at more of his slick head. It fails to entice him deeper.

“C’mon,” you pant, trying to push forward enough for him to breech the entryway, but not so much that you’d slip off his desk and scrape your back on the hard edge. Something you learned from previous experiences.

“Calm down, I’m working on it.” Crocodile’s voice is warm and relaxing, just like the feel of his large hand on your thigh. Soothing you with a lie.

He thrusts softly and slowly. And with each pump of his hips, he goes nowhere. The minuscule movements only press him against you harder. Just as he’s about to break through, the pressure lessens. 

You whine and beg and flatter, to no avail. You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling. You look Crocodile in the face. His smug, handsome face. You knock over a trinket on his desk. Accidentally at first, then intentionally. Hopefully one was Crocodile’s ashtray, because fuck him. 

Your legs start to shake. 

Tears build in your eyes. 

Your core aches. Not from the orgasm that you so desperately want, but from waiting and suffering too long through this delicious torture.

You’re not sure who’s more problematic in this moment - Crocodile for being a stubborn shit, or you for trying to will yourself to cum from not being penetrated.

Unable to hold the vast amounts of horniness and frustration swelling inside, you lash out. You kick and flail and throw something at him. Something soft and flimsy hits Crocodile right in the face. And it has the exact effect you want.

Crocodile brings his hand up to the panty projectile and allows himself a brief sniff before tossing the lace item aside. He grins and leans in, finally bringing himself close enough to slide into your aching cunt. 

“You little-”

🦅 Mihawk

You’re exactly where you want to be - back against the wall and Dracule Mihawk purring against your lips. His thrusts are slow and languid, ensuring you feel every bit of him sliding in and out. He pulls back until his erection is just barely kissing your drooling cunt, and his reentry is so soft and gradual that your body is lost somewhere between mourning his absence and relishing his presence. 

The trembling in your legs is immediately tended to. Mihawk shifts his hold, sliding the bend of your knees further up his forearms and leaving his hands free to grab and paw at your ass. His fingers dig into the fat as he spreads your cheeks, exposing you further to the chill of the air and the heat of his desire. And his own perversions.

He continues to devour you with lips, tongue, and teeth. But over the sound of his hunger grow filthy, wet noises. The squelching coming from your pussy is embarrassing and has you whining into Mihawk’s mouth. Begging him to make it stop. Rewarding him for making you feel this good.

“You want me so badly, my dear,” he murmurs. “I hear her crying for me.”

Fuck, you hold his head tightly in your hands and press your lips back to his, kissing him until your chest is burning and slick is dripping to the floor.

When you finally break the kiss, Mihawk presses his forehead against yours. ��Mmmh, you t- fuck - you taste delicious.” 

His words are warm, but still cooler than the flush on your face.

“Would you like more?” Looking into the haze of his golden eyes, you know the answer.

“Indulge me,” he says with a grin. He’s been waiting for this offer.

Thankfully, in this position, you’re easily able to reach your ankle and the panties dangling there. The thin satin fabric is still damp from holding on to your earlier arousal.

You place them into Mihawk’s mouth, setting the wet fabric against his waiting tongue. His eyes flutter as he sucks on the moisture and breathes deeply. He savors this treat like the finest wine - letting the flavor soak into his spit and the scent fill his head.

With a pleasured groan, he rests his head against yours and continues to suckle your panties. He’ll stay just like that, fucking you at this delicious and frustrating pace until your wonderful taste is all gone.

A/N: I had to restrain myself from making Reader spit into their panties before putting them in Mihawk's mouth (but it's happening in my head). So...yeah. There you go!

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Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

https://boingboing.net/2019/07/12/random-mansion-generator.html

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all video games should have a “I’m shit at video games but I’m curious about the story and I don’t want to watch a let’s play” mode

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My fellow American hobby bakers, demoralized by egg prices and scarcity and how you will make the American apple pie or the chocolate chip cookie, fear not. I have spent many years turning regular baking recipes vegan for my corrupt and traitorous sister who last week ate a salmon cream cheesed roll. There are many, many substitutes for eggs including but not limited to:

Mashed banana: best added to compliment flavors of whatever it is you're baking (peanut butter, chocolate) make sure it's MUSHY and ripe

Apple sauce: again, best with complimentary flavors (cinnamon, brown sugar) use unsweetened and have the rest as a snack

The big boy champ, ground flaxseed: flavorless, though it does darken your batter/ dough a bit. Bags found next to cornstarch and almond meal, etc. Instructions on how to use right on the bag! Make sure to let the flaxseed water combo sit in a separate bowl until it has the consistency of mucus 👍

Now with all of these you MUST add a bit more leavener, they don't have the lil bit of lift eggs give, so make sure you add a touch more baking powder. Sort of ok for brownies and cookies if you want them a bit more dense but KEY for cakes, quick breads, muffins and other things like that or she is gonna be SQUIDGY 🫡

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tomorrow im really gonna give it my nothing

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Computer Science major here, it's not working because the computer doesn't respect you. download viruses on it to remind it who's boss.

follow for more tits

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OMG JUST UNCOVERED: SHORT SEGMENT OF THE ANIMATION MEME I THOUGHT I HAD LOST FOREVER T O T!!!

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Hc: every time Dragon passes out drunk, Ivankov draws him new eyebrows. She has a photo album.

(Don't worry, he's not drunk when sleeping with Luffy. To make up for it, I added drunk Crocodile. They're trying to sleep off whatever the hell happened the last night.)

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seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors