#Texas Bass Fishing

[stillmother]

life is so miserable as of late but i am going out on the water tomorrow so ill be ok #kayakrental

[robertsrides1]

Paid a couple bucks to fish a private pond, and while I only caught one, she beat my pb by almost 2 pounds!!! She hit my whopper plopper like it owed her money!

[texasflycaster]

Post TPWD Clarifications & Information

What Some of the Terms Mean NLMB – Northern Largemouth Bass FLMB – Florida (strain) Largemouth Bass SMB – Smallmouth Bass What is a “Lone Star Bass?” What is the “Morone production?” Thanks for all responses, and the honesty and frankness of these responses! It is enlightening to readers and all types of fishers in Texas! Yes, the abbreviations are correct.  A Lone Star Bass is a pure…

[spookyfoxdreamer]

[ramosoutdoorslife]

If anyone is interested in talking about fishing, just send me a message! I'm also looking for anyone in Oklahoma or Texas that would like to go fishing. I would love to travel and have guests on my youtube channel and blog. I might even be willing to travel to New Mexico.

[necromelli]

growing up, I always pictured district four down south. like, Louisiana + Mississippi typa beat. maybe even a lil bit of the Florida panhandle and/or little bit of Texas. and maybe I'm biased bc I'm from the south.

so, stripping away from canon geographics + culture from the West Coast, can you imagine country boy! Finnick Odair?

he's a master at knots, nets, and traps still. he can fish like no one's business. that's all still the same. but now you've got crawdad fishing. warm water almost all year round except for a few short months where it's sweltering during the day and freezing at night. you've got swamps and water birds now too — ducks, geese, pheasants just past the borders. Finnick breaking the rules by going into the marshes to catch said birds, just because it's fun.

Finnick who has an accent, a little southern twang in his voice. Finnick who has no problems working in the day, even after winning his games, because that's just how he grew up. Johnny down the street didn't get to fish because he's sick? Finnick's out there before dawn, catching as many crawdads as he can fit in his net. you've got some bass thrown in there, maybe some oysters, too. Community is everything in a southern town.

Finnick 'god bless her heart' Odair talking to the Capitol women. He's got that southern charm, that way old Baptist church ladies gossip and sound so damn sweet. He's so sarcastic but none of the posh capitol people pick on it. Saying "no, you are as cute as a button, I promise!" to Capitol women because they just swoon over the compliment, not realizing that Finnick is calling them childish and immature.

old southern mama! mags who gifts finnick his own little cowboy hat after he wins his games. and Finnick, who refuses to let the women touch it because not only is it from mags, there's that unspoken rule about wearing a cowboy's hat. (Iykyk)

[bitchfitch]

every now and then someone in my family who like, doesn't know a whole lot about art as a career path and kinda assume gallery shows are the default way that works if you're not an animator for disney, will suggest I try to do a gallery show.

and Everytime that happens I'm struck with the vision of what that would realistically look like.

Blorbo art is not a gallery show, so I'd be doing my more sculptural beast and fish art, you know the shit I do when I'm not putting thought into anything. And bc I live in a rural part of Texas. I'm just Imagining a room full of weird fish and dedications to eels pigs and bulls as like. a concept. A not insignificant number of dolls. a lot of pink and black. and the sorta vibes of that. as the local art community walk through.

There is a museum. in a nearby town. that is dedicated to Just cowboy art, not the cool gay cowboy art that's about the plight of the working man, the cowboy art that's about glorifying the violence of the western expansion. And that is the taste profile of the local art community in that same town, there is full wall mural of that in the library. and this snobby upper mid/low upper class wine mom and polo shirt cowboy ass art community being confronted with brief moments of clarity in this room. A Guadalupe bass or some kind of catfish that they recognize as an animal from their world, and then they turn around, and it's this thing.

that is staring slack jawed and vacant eyed back at them.

that image is almost enough to make me want to trick a gallery into letting me display my critter art.

[vampirekilmerfic]

Country Fuckboy Philip Graves Slander List

A while back my sister and I were talking about Call of Duty, and the conversation turned to the subject of Philip Graves. Now, just to be clear, I'm not trying to yuck on other people's yums. I know plenty of people like the character, enjoy fics about him, and that's great for them! Go have fun.

But me?

The man makes me nauseated.

I'm only slightly exaggerating.

I think its because I've lived in Texas my whole life, and I have known multiple 'Philip Graves'

And you know what we call them? "Country Fuckboy"

Subsequently, I shared the chat with my beloved @the-californicationist, and the following conversation ensued: 

VampireKilmer  I was talking with my sister (Grim) on the phone a while back and asked her and important question: Vamp: "Listen, no judgment, but what're your thoughts on Philip Graves?" Grim: "Well.... I know some people like him... but I don't really like the character myself." (Translation; she's playing it safe, but hates him) Vamp: "OH THANK GOD. Cali & I were talking the other day about how we don't understand how people like him, and came to the conclusion it was because said people didn't grow up in Texas and know at least half a dozen assholes identical to him" Grim: "Oh my gosh, that's it exactly!!!" Vamp: "We all know him (them). We all try to warn our friends to stay away."

the-californicationist They’d all fall for the jacked up truck shotgunned beer take you out on my boat schtick. Like baby that’s Satan in a trucker hat

VampireKilmer  Grim: "But they will never listen. '*No, you don't understand! I'm different! He really opened up to me!^" Vamp: "And the best thing any of us can do is be waiting at the finish line with a bottle of cheap wine, and club membership jacket, and a shoulder to cry on." Grim: "It's a canon event. Dating a man who has a tattoo of a hot pink kiss and "Lips of an Angel" written beneath it.... ask me how I know about that one" Vamp: "Graves would have that shit on his pec"

the-californicationist If you smell cigarettes and curve for men, turn and walk the other way.....

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Thus, the Country Fuckboy Philip Graves Slander List was created. Please feel free to reblog and add your additions as you see fit. Credit goes to eclecticgrimlin, the-californicationist, ofdivinity1, gemma hale, and kariggi for their input and valuable additions:

● Graves looks like he has a stars and bars tattoo

● Graves looks like he’s blacklisted from Waffle House

● Graves looks like he thinks consent starts when your period does 

● Graves looks like he goes on guided hunts

● Graves is trying to bring back Ed Hardy t-shirts

● Graves calls every woman under 35 "baby girl" That's it. Thats the only pet name he knows

● Graves thinks Taco Bell is real Mexican food

● Graves looks like the second string quarterback ( Freshman year only)

● Drives a genuine “Pavement Princess”

     ○ Despite having massive lift kids and oversized off-road tires, they never drive them off pavement. These guys take the most practical, utilitarian vehicles and turn them into useless shiny turds. 

     ○ With LED brights

     ○ And those obnoxious light bars for “hunting”

     ○ And those underside lights

     ○ and truck balls

     ○ And loud speakers with obnoxiously loud bass

● Topo Chico gives Graves heartburn

● The cliche veteran tattoo sleeve

● Graves has been blacklisted from every strip club in Dallas AND Houston

● Graves looks like he goes on guided hunts

● Graves looks like he’d break a lug on your tire cause he didn’t unlock it right

● Graves has got the SLUTLiFE sticker but has never been deep sea fishing

● Graves once decided to drive through the 6th ward on a Friday night to prove he wasn't scared.... he doesn't talk about what happened. Would legit walk up to some random black guy and try to fist bump him

● Graves looks like he says “I’m not racist but”

● Graves looks like he uses the F slur

● "Its okay, I'm from Houston. I went to school with a bunch of 'em, said I have a lifetime n-word pass"

● Graves looks like he got stuck and had to be wenched out by a jeep

● Graves looks like he gets mild salsa

● Graves thinks guacamole is too spicy

● Graves looks like he is an OJ Simpson sympathizer

● Graves looks like he hates classic country

● Graves looks like he’s been to a klan meeting

● Graves wears a Masonic ring that was his grandpa's.... has never been to lodge

● Graves looks like he’s never ridden a horse

[tyrianluda]

MerMay + Defense Class

Hey they found something shiny :D

Demoman - Seal / Pinniped (based on Selkie in Norse and Celtic mythology)

Engineer - Guadalupe bass / Micropterus treculii (State Fish in Texas)

Heavy - Kaluga / River Beluga / Huso dauricus (Sturgeon found in the Amur River basin ; Weighs 1,000 kg / 2,205 lb and 5.6 m. / 18.6 ft. max. + one of the biggest of the sturgeon family)

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[t00thpasteface]

54 common fish of texas, part 19: bluegill (Lepomis macrochirus), striped bass (Morone saxatilis)

[texasflycaster]

Texas Fly Fishing Report

MID-AUGUST Hotter-N-Hell! What we have here, is a brain boil, and nothing less. Thanks for coming around to take a look at yet another in the years-long struggle to make some video along the way, STICK TO the wall. Needless to say, these are pretty happy times, except for the fly fishing that is … heat and wind are taking a toll in days in weeks off the water. It makes the open calm very…

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's another custom home designed to be the owners dreamhouse. This 9bd, 4.5ba 2002 estate in Yantis, Texas is bank owned and for sale for just $549K. You would think that an estate for that price would've sold, but it's been on the market for over 210 days.

Hmmm. Huge dining room is actually a sun porch with a metal ceiling.

I thought that this was the living room, and maybe it is, until I saw the fridge standing there.

This is kitchen #1. Not terribly impressive.

The dinette area has a poker table. Did you notice that a bedroom was next to the family room and double doors open to a bedroom in here. Strange floorplan.

Okay, this is the living room. Very spacious. Looks there's a bedroom through those double doors, too.

And, this is kitchen #2. Looks like they painted over the dated oak cabinets with black.

There are 9 bedrooms. This is one of them, and I don't see a window.

Bedroom #2 has paned glass doors, but it doesn't look like they open to the outside.

This bedroom also has double doors. Maybe they go out to a courtyard or hall.

This bedroom has a small en-suite.

This large bedroom looks like a sun room.

I can't tell which bedroom is the primary.

2 room bath. The shower is in room of its own.

There are 2 tracts of land, and the buyer must purchase them both. This 6 boat bay is on tract #2- The area is noted for Bass fishing.

Courtyard in the middle of the house has a covered patio and a 2nd uncovered patio, but no pool.

There is a garage and a carport.

The front of the home has a porte cochere and some sort of feature for a plant, I guess.

The entire property measures 2.58 acres.

https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/214-County-Road-1900_Yantis_TX_75497_M99433-41038

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

My first fic was perceived as ok so this is pt.2 of my little Zhogan propaganda. Yayyy! 🎉

(⚠️RPF below this scroll if you don’t like it ⚠️)

this is a long ass fic, 5,098 characters

ALSO if you haven't read pt.1 go ahead as it will make sense if you read from the beginning https://www.tumblr.com/stoptakingthegoodname5/759633630758928384/just-your-regular-little-bass-pro-date?source=share

/ hope you enjoy :)

Zhou’s lines: —“these are my lines”—

Logans lines: ——“these are my lines”——

/ Guess I do like the store… like you. /

Zhou laid his feet on the dash on Logans rental car, due to the different traffic laws in the states he rather be the passenger princess. It was a small little unspoken rule for the two as Logan drove the roads in the Americas, and Zhou did the roads in Asia but funny enough they do rock paper scissors for who drives around when they’re in Europe. Of course the media finds it weird that Logan or Zhou drive’s each other around but they always play it out as “oh we’re best buddies!”— and all that bullshit.

Zhou looked at his boyfriend who is straight faced at the moment eyes on the road up north of Texas to a city called Dallas, he wasn’t really paying much attention as he huffed —“broooo how long do we have to we go to this fish shop?”— Zhou said tired of being on the road Logans laugh echoed through the truck as he smiled ——“just a little bit longer dude, we still have a hour away.”—— This made the Chinese man to groan in a tired tone —“sigh of course this state is bigger than most countries in Europe this is bullshit….”—

——“now now dude we’re almost there just enjoy the ride, plus don’t crack the windshield with your feet on the dash ok?”—— Zhou rolled his eyes as he nods as the music played on the radio many cars come and go on the highway. As for Zhou he was invested in his phone scrolling mindlessly on twitter and or Instagram.

After a hour on the road they made it close to downtown Dallas and Zhou was chuckling as he helped a stressed Logan out on the highway —"bro turn left to get off I-30 we need to eastbound what the fuck are you doing"— he said cackling at the situation as his boyfriend huffed pissed off at the situation, as Texan drivers are ruthless but the Floridian was worse ——"I'm trying babe but this jackass wont move!!"—— he honked at the car in front as he floored the truck faster to barely make it into their exit. Logan heard the other diver curse them out and in an eye roll he responded to the comment ——"yeah yeah you kiss your mother with that fucking mouth?! jackass....."——

After that incident Logan and Zhou made it to the beautiful Lake on the east side of Dallas about 17 miles off to the east driving up to the Bass Pro Shops Logan kept hyping the whole trip. Zhou hopped out the F-150 as he puts his shoes on, closing the door with a soft twack he walked around the white truck to notice Logan's appearance —"really dude you're wearing that?"— Logan shocked at his boyfriend’s harsh words as he looked at his outfit ——"what whats wrong with it?! I think I look good fwi!"—— he said a bit pained that his causal wear was being criticized the irony of it all it was by his own lover! What Logan wore was a light grey tee and some loose basketball shorts which really doesn't do him any favors, and my god Birkenstocks and white socks?! Ugh the gut wrenching horror Zhou experience with that outfit be might well pass out in this parking lot.

Logan rolled his eyes and punched Zhou's arm ——"whatever jackass lets just go in the damn store"—— he knew to not annoy him further as Zhou apologized softly and held his hand as they walk in the Bass Pro. Both men walking in Zhou was hit with a massive culture shock —"my god what the fuck Is this place?!"— he said confused and a bit overwhelmed at all the sights. —"I mean like there's camo clothing everywhere! And is this place just themes as a big log cabin?!"— Logan on the other hand chuckled at Zhou's shock to this new place as the Asian didn't like the American laughing at his expense so he punched his gut —"not funny jackass!! I'm overwhelmed aren't you going to help your "boyfriend?!"—

Logan kept cackling as he wiped a stray tear off his eye before smiling painedly ——"OW? that hurt you know you prick!"—— he kept some amusement in his voice as Zhou wasn't even overstimulated he was just pissed at his lover laughing at him ——"ok bro you had your laugh, ha ha ha!"—— he said sarcastic as he felt Logan's arms wrap around his waist as he gave him a soft kiss to the neck for comfort ——"sorry babe you were too funny to tease, didn't mean to hurt your feelings...."—— Logan said more genuine in the voice that always made Zhou's heart melt after 15 seconds he sighed heavy and leaned into his touch ——"sigh sorry for lashing out man... just the culture shock y'know?"— Logan smiles and nods ——"yes dude I know I was an ass for even joking while you were in shock... hey let me make it up to you I'll buy you anything in this store on me ok? And maybe we can go to this gas station called Buc-ee's on the way back ok?"——

Zhou smiled softly as he chuckled —"spoiling me eh? anything from this store... and Buc-ee's later? Fine fine I forgive you Logan maybe I will grab a ugly camo hoodie as my first item"— with that Logan smiles softly and kissed Zhou's cheek ——"ah you seem to be getting fond of this place already, do you like the store Zhou...."—— he blushed embarrassed as he was already a kinda liking this store after all the theatrics he did before but to keep his pride he shook his head. Looking into his boyfriends eyes he sighed knowing it wasn't even worth it to lie today and he nods —"Yes bro, Guess I do like the store... like you"—

(Second story Jesus Christ, hope you guys like it and thanks to @midnight-grandprix for the header and a small mention to @kichona-s 🩷🩷😊)

((Little game to play check to see in the story a hint for Pt. 3 oooooo 👻))

[that-one-random-writer]

That's My Kind Of Night Chapter 3 *Mature 18+*

|Complete|

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x (Southern!F)Reader

*Rough!Jake* *Protective!Jake* *Shower scene!Jake* *little bit fluff!Jake* just all of the Jake

Summary: Jake takes leave and goes back to Texas. His friend is now married with a woman. This woman's friend gets under his skin, and he loves it. Word count: 3,439

Warnings: cussin', flirtin', heavy banter, guns, party with alcohol, Straight Smut 18+ for sure, a different party man that is too touchy.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Southern Masterlist

Jake looked back through the window, Blake leaned against his ax. "I think that's enough. So Jake..." He trailed. "You know my wife is trying to set you up with Honeybee."

Jake glanced back at Blake after chopping the last piece of wood. "Yeah, your old lady isn't exactly stealthy." He chuckled, leaning against his own ax.

Blake laughed, "Yeah, she's about as subtle as a frieght train."

"I've seen you two sneaking around keeping up with what we were doing." He smiled up at Blake.

"You got them trained eyes, don't you?" He chuckled nervously.

Jake nodded. "Well, yeah, when I'm in the air, I have too." He picked up his ax and put it away.

Blake smirked up at Jake. "So what do you think? Spitfire, ain't she?"

Jake chuckled, "You're scheming with your woman. You'd better be careful, Blake." He paused, shifting his eyes back to the window and then back to blake. "She's definitely a firecracker."

The party begins, and the new and old friends are all showing up. Big boy toys are being taken off trailers and put into the water or on the muddy tracks. Four-wheelers, gators, and dirt bikes are being raced around the trails. Poles are in the water, from boats and on the dock, pulling up catfish, brim, and bass saved to be cooked in the fire later.

Jake sat on the diamond plated tailgate of his truck. Unfortunately for all the women he had threw his shirt back on when people were arriving. He raised his beer as he saw one of his buddies reel in a huge catfish. "Hell yeah, Florence. That's a nice size cat!" Florence, an old buddy waved in appreciation and held the fish up.

Jake took a sip of his beer. He looked towards the shooting range. You stood there with a double barrel shot gun laid against your shoulder lined up for the target. You had on the same muddy pants, only teasing him with holes to show your legs underneath. Your top had changed. It was a tiny black tanktop that dipped low enough it showed your lacy, black bra underneath. There was fringe that fell around your breasts. The fringe stopped where the shirt cut off just below your bra line. He watched your arms as you held the gun. Your sun-kissed skin teased him under the sinking sun. You took your shot, the knock back was there, but nothing you couldn't take. Jake had to admit. He was impressed.

You stood there reloading your weapon. You felt a hand reach to your back and down to your hips. You felt uneasy and folded the gun back together slowly, not being able to load the barrels. You could smell hard liquor on this man's breath. "You look real cute, babe. Do you want me to show you how to use this thing?"

"Get the fuck off of me." You were rough with your words. You pulled away from him and he tried once again to put his hands around you. "I said, get the fuck off of me!" You jerked away turning towards him and kicked faster then he could react due to the intoxication. Your boot connected with the bare flesh on his stomach. He was knocked back and on the ground.

He started to get back. His world spinning around, and it showed as he struggled to get back up.

"You fucking bitch." He screamed. You could see people gathering, one person walked up calmly. He made his way in front of you. You could tell by the cocky walk, the tight ass in his jeans and the bulk in his arms who it was. Jake stood tall in front of the man. "Look what we have here. Dustin Jones, as I live a breathe. Looks like you've done well for yourself. You look great man. I love the missing tooth. Was it the meth or did you just pick the wrong woman to fuck with and she knock it out for you?"

Against Dustin's better judgement, he finally made it to his feet and ripped his fist at Jake's face. Jake caught it in his palm and twisted just enough to make a statement shoving him back to the ground. "Let's face it Dustin, you weren't shit back then and you still ain't shit now." His voice held power, it was slow, deep, smooth. His voice never broke and never faltered. His voice never raised above a talking tone. "I suggest you get on outta here before you get yourself hurt." The group that brought Dustin as an acquaintance grabbed him and dragged him out of view. They were loading his flailing body into a car.

"I'm gonna whoop your ass, Jake!" His voice then got quiet, a car door shutting in his face. The crowd cheered and continued their activities from before.

"I could've handled him." You directed your attention back to the gun in your hand. You hit the release for the break action and quickly replaced two shells. With a quick flick of your wrist you folded the gun back up ready to fire. Jake watched you maneuver the gun with ease, it was hot to see you handle such a powerful weapon. "That's a strange way to say 'thank you'." He watched you shoot both targets and hand the gun back to Damien.

You started walking away from Jake. He followed behind you. "I didnt ask for your help." Jake smirked down as you both stopped.

"You don't have to." He was so reassuring. You almost felt like you could rely on him. A certain level of trust was building around the walls that guarded you. "Thanks, Jake."

You spoke softly.

Jake lifted his brow and his laugh lines lifted with a smirk. "Anytime, Honey"

"Bee." You finished. He had dropped the bee in your nickname, the sting had vanished in your tone of voice so the 'bee' should vanish for him too. "How about we get on the gator? I tell you what..." He trailed. His face softened. "You can drive." He wrapped his arm around your waist and he led you to the track.

The truth was you had decided to give him the chance you promised Vanny. As much as you hate it she was right. He needed a chance in fighting hell, and if you didn't open up at least a little then there was no way you could convince her you at least tried.

He let go of your waist walking to the other side and sitting on the passenger side. "How many times have you been here at the lake house property?" He looked over at you while you turned the key starting it up. You turned on the headlights with it being so close for the moon to start its rise.

"More then I can count in the six years Blake and Van have been together, why?" You shifted to drive, you accelerated and chose the trails at random. "Take me to your favorite place here. You have to have one. I do." He leaned back in his seat while you thought about your favorite place.

You changed course and took the trails. "Why did you join the navy?" Your genuine question took him by surprise. He was expecting your attitude to come back just as fast as it disappeared. "It's been something I wanted to do for as long as I can remember. My family has a military background, and I like the look in peoples eyes when they see me in uniform. The military has its risks, but also has its perks. What about you? Why did you want to be a stylist?"

"I like brightening someone's day. I have women and men come in, their day, week, month even year is absolute shit. They sit in my chair and walk out happier feeling more confident then they did when they walked in." Jake leaned his arm over the seat behind you.

"You've definitely got plenty of confidence to go around." He chuckled. You slapped his leg softly with one hand on the wheel. "You're one to talk." He continued while laughing. "Damn right have you seen me?" You rolled your eyes. "Yeah I have. I see a cocky, arrogant, smoking hot ken doll with a vanity problem" He flashed an award winning smile.

"You think I'm smoking hot?" You glanced at him then turned down another trail. "I'm not saying it again. Your ego is big enough with me saying it once."

"Oh come on, just say it one more time. I'll tell you what I think." You were honestly curious. You weren't insecure. You had your flaws of course, but you knew you had some features that were desired. One great thing that came out of aging is realizing that rule 34 in porn applied to people, too. Someone out there would always find you beautiful, no matter your shape or size. It saved your confidence a lot. You might not be one man's cup of sweet tea, but another would drink you to the last drop happily.

"Jake, you know that you're smoking hot, I don't need to say it." He wrapped his arm around you.

"Yeah, but it sounds so much better coming from a gorgeous woman."

Your Eyebrow raised. "Is that what you think of me, Im gorgeous?"

"Yes. I can't tell you all that I think. It's filthy in there..." You laughed, he reciprocated your laugh with his own. "The mud honey. I've only seen you covered like you just got done taking your four-wheeler out for mud bogging."

"Good thing you asked me to take you to my favorite place..." you trailed as you pulled up to the river that feeds into the lake. There was a sizable waterfall ahead.

"You can't take this one. This is my favorite place." He said, looking up at the water falling. His eyes followed the water pattern.

"Shut up and come on." He looked back at you. His eyes widened. Your shirt was already on the seat. Your lacy bra was squeezing your chest in all the right ways. You unbuttoned your pants and shaked them down your legs. Jake would pay all the money in the world for you to do that again, just this time he wanted to be behind you.

He didn't question you. He just followed your lead. "You are wild, honey bee. I'll give you that." You grabbed the eco soap from your purse.

"I always come here and take a shower in the water. I was going to do it when everyone went to bed tonight, but it's going to be a little harder sneaking out this time..." you trailed unsure if Jake knew the two of you were sharing a room in the cabin. You continued "normally, I dont have anything on but youre not getting a full show." He pulled his shirt over his head.

"You are wild." He was lost for word, speaking the same sentence again. He continued trying to find the right words to say. He loved this embodiment of pure freedom you seemed to have. He just couldn't find a way to tell you how much he liked that about you. He took off his clothes leaving his boxers. You took a heavy flashlight and set it on the hood of the gator. It shined like a spotlight on the water flowing off the mountain. You made your way to the flat rock that created a nice floor and stood under the water.

Jake stopped watching as the water flowed down your hair and skin. Each drop of water seemed to be slow motion. Your lips spilt into a gasp as the cool water teased your neck. You lifted your hair drenching it in the liquid. Jakes eyes trailed down your body. He wanted to soak up every inch in fear that it was the only time he would see it. His eyes connected to your ass as you turned your chest to the water. He realized you were wearing a g string. He couldn't stop the bulge from forming. His hands begging to give the swelling some relief. You turned back towards him. "You gettin' in or are you just gonna stand there in your boxers and watch?" The bubbles forming around your body with the soap being added.

He honestly thought about just taking the show. Jake decided a shower with a hottie in a waterfall would be some story worth telling the boys when he got back home. He walked up to the flat rock and the water cooled his skin.

You watched as the water hit his back. You traced down each muscle with your eyes. Your gaze peeked down to his boxers. You giggled. "God malibu. Your boxers are screaming 'Barbie'." He looked down while adding soap to his body. His pink boxers had palm trees speckled across them. He met your eyes.

"You checking me out?" Your eyes traveled down his strong legs. Then, back to his eyes.

"I'm just making sure you know what you're doing." You spoke softly.

He smirked. "You used that one already." He looked down at you, watching your eyes. You looked back down his body and noticed the growth in his palm trees.

"Oh, I know." You weren't focused out your words. You were focused on the sex appeal of this dream man. It had been so long since you've been touched. You could feel the warmth stirring between your legs. You wanted to hear him say your name in the dirtiest ways, forcing you into positions where you were most vulnerable, you wanted to smell his chemistry mix with yours, you could almost feel his fingers teasing your clit making you beg to cum. You broke from the daze. He was so close to you. His lips were inches from yours. You had been pulling like gravity closer to him, lost in the thought of his sex. If you just take this step. You know you won't turn back. You could feel his throbbing erection where his hand was in your daze. It had pressed perfectly against your clit. You moaned so softly. Just one step. Just one more move, and this could be it. "Jake I, I-" you shuddered as he stepped closer, his member pressing harder against your sensitivity. You wanted this so badly.

"You're driving this time, remember, you tell me where I'm going." He stated so simply.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I'm not the type to just sleep around." He stood still fighting off every nerve in his body.

"What if after tonight we go out on a date, just you and me?" You looked down at his lips looking for the lie, looking for the truth, looking for anything to tell you what his intentions were. Your hips jerked slightly as you tried to fight the urge yourself. You let out another moan as he rubbed unintentionally against your aching body.

"Then what? I move to California? Thats not realistic. I have a life here and we just met." He grabbed your hands pulling them to his chest holding them delicately.

"I have a month here, if you take a month's vacation, you can fly home with me. See how you like California. Ill pay for your expenses. You can run a business out of state. You can build a new life in California. You're free. We dont have to do anything tonight. Just say yes to a date. We can really give this an honest try." His word cut you like a knife. You were so close, your body was ready to take every piece of him. You just had to take one step. You had promised to give him a shot. Your pledge is your reason. You take the step closing the gap suddenly. The kiss is passionate and needy. He releases your hands and grips your waist firmly as if he is worried about losing you. He rocks back and forth teasing your clit with the tip of his boxer covered cock.

The cloth was giving you no protection from the teasing. "I can tell you what I think now." He mumbled into your lips. "Mmm" was all you could muster as your tongue danced with his. He picked your legs up with ease and guided your back to the smooth rock wall. You whined against his lips losing the feeling of his tip on your clit. He broke the kiss, released your legs, and rubbed his fingers up and down the folds of your warmth. "The waterfall wasn't exactly what I had in mind before now..." he trailed. "It wasn't mine either." You cried out as he rubbed softly on your clit again. "Please..." you begged bitterly.

"That was on my mind." He kissed you again and removed his hand.

"Please... Jake." you cried out again.

He rubbed again but it was so soft. You were aching for more force in his touch. "Scream my name as loud as you need to sugar, were miles away from the party. No one is going to hear you cum. I want you to beg for it. Scream my name and your pleads for what you want me to do to you."

"Jake, please touch my pussy." you screamed out as his hand added pressure to your sensitive clit. "Please Jake make me cum." He pushed your thong to the side and pressed his bare palm rubbing with intensity. "Please will you lick my pussy, I need you, Jake. I want to taste myself on your tongue." His laugh lines lifted into his signature smirk.

"You are so fucking sexy." He melted down to his knees. Wanting nothing more then to please you in whatever way you begged him to do so.

His hands pulled down the thong leaving it level to the ground. His tongue rubbed on your clit. You could feel the warmth. You screamed in pleasure as he quickened his pace.

"Please Jake, I'm so close." You could feel the rough texture of his tongue against the most delicate part of your body.

"Jake, I'm cumming!" You scream. He continues as your knees buckle beneath you. You scream in such pleasure. You feel euphoria course through your nerves. Each second feeling the sense of high reaching every possible area on your body.

Jake let you ride out the high against his tongue. He lifted to his feet and you immediately met his lips. Your tongue grazing across his. He gave you everything you asked for. The sweetness of your flavor on his lips giving you what you craved.

He grabbed a handful of hair at the base of your neck. He tilted your head back and sucked the bottom of your neck. He pulled back, letting go of your hair, and looked deep into your eyes. "Please let me make you cum, Jake." His eyes flashed with sheer pleasure. "I'm on the pill. I can take it. Please, Jake I'm begging you. I want your cum." He bit his lip and led you back to the middle of the flat rock. He laid down and you followed him. You straddled him and rocked your hips against his.

"Make... me... cum." He was direct with his order. His eyes rolled back. He could feel the warmth of your pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock. You stripped his boxers down and ripped off your bra. You slid the tip in and circled teasing him. He groaned breathing heavily.

"You're such a tease." He shoved his cock into you thrusting his hips. You screamed out in the sudden pleasure. He groaned as he could feel your walls wrap around his cock. You recovered then bounced up and down his shaft. "You're so tight" He bit his lip and groaned his lifted his hands rubbing you nipples. The cold water of the waterfall now closer, misting your hot bodies. "Jake you're going to make me cum again." Your fingers teased your clit. Your other hand was stabilizing your speed and balance.

"Cum all over me. Cum while I'm inside you. Beg me to cum inside you when hit that high." His thrusting paced matching yours.

"Jake!" You screamed as you clit tingled under your pressured fingertips.

"Please cum inside my tight pussy!" You felt the euphoria take over your body again. Jake sped up and suddenly was thrusting deeply. His eyes rolled back feeling his own high. You were riding it out together as his cum released filling you.

Chapter 4

Go ahead and give me some feedback, please! I'm adding a chapter 4 to this series just to get the ducks in a row. 🥰 Love y'all!

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[talkwiththeface]

Just spent a week in Illinois (plus one night just over the border in Wisconsin!) for work. Then went to Chicago for the weekend to visit a friend. Highlights include: bowling at the Bass Pro Fish Bowl (WHAT), going to Texas Roadhouse for the first time, Cheese Castle, sushi x2.

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

hello ! i just read your fic “the bright green taste of soap” it was such a fun read and i really loved how much thought was put into the descriptions for food , do you have any ideas about the other strawhats’ favorite food or maybe the kind of food their home islands had :0?

oh man, i cannot thank you enough for sending this question in, because i have SO MANY IDEAS about the Straw Hats favorite foods.

I'm using what's been officially listed in the SBS content here as a starting point because I think it's more fun to play with than just choosing my own, but as you'll see there's a lot of variation and interpretation that goes on in my head. I'm also gonna have to split this ask into multiple parts because of the character limit, so bear with me!

LUFFY – all kinds of meat

‘Meat’ is such a broad term that it could apply to almost anything, so I’m taking further context from the fact that most often when we see Luffy eating meat, he’s chowing down on one of those comically large ‘meat on a bone’ dealies. To me this means Luffy loves the taste of meat in and of itself, so he’d be more partial to preparations that showcase that full meaty flavor: think things like standing rib roasts, butter basted steaks, whole legs of lamb, etc.

We also know he likes big pieces of meat, so in my opinion his favorite would be meat prepared in an earth oven, a common technique world over used for cooking whole animals. Large pits dug into the ground and filled with smoldering coals/wood that are then covered, allowing the meat to cook low and slow.

Notable examples include Hawaiian kalua, which often involves roasting a whole pig, and Mexican barbacoa, which can be used to roast whole sheep, goats, and even cows. I also think he’d really enjoy Central Texas style barbeque brisket, which is known for being minimally seasoned (salt and pepper only), instead getting its flavor from being slow smoked over post oak. I also think he’d be very into Filipino lechon.

ZORO – white rice, sea beast meat, food that complements sake

I’m gonna ignore the ‘food that complements sake’ and just focus on the other two because ngl chat, I don’t think Zoro really cares if what he’s eating pairs well with his sake.

Sea beast meat I find interesting because it’s more specific than Luffy’s just plain ol’ meat. With sea beasts being ocean dwelling creatures I imagine their meat is generally more reminiscent of fish, which leads me to think that if given the choice between animal meat and seafood, Zoro would choose seafood.

Specifically I think he’d be a fan of things with full flavor and a firmer texture; think swordfish, bluefin tuna, mahimahi, Pacific salmon, chilean sea bass (which is where the idea for the ceviche request in The Bright Green Taste of Soap came from!), etc. I also think he’d love raw oysters and would eat them in the dozens.

As for the rice: knowing that Zoro is originally from a village founded by immigrants from Wano, I think Zoro grew up eating a lot of the short grain rice known in the US as sushi rice. I think rice is a comfort food to him, and I also imagine he has that Asian thing where no matter what he’s eating, he has to have a little rice with it or his mind won’t comprehend it as a full meal.

It seems like most of the fandom has already pegged his favorite iteration of rice to be onigiri, which honestly? Hard to argue with, onigiri are delicious. His favorite fillings would be salmon and tarako (salted cod roe); he also enjoys yaki onigiri (grilled onigiri). I think he would hate tuna mayo flavor because he thinks mayonnaise is an affront to the gods he doesn’t believe in.

I think he’d enjoy other kinds of plain rice too, such as jasmine and basmati (both of which are long grain rices known for having more floral, aromatic notes), and Thai-style sticky rice, which holds together so well you can eat it with your hands.

And I think he’d like rice derived foods like rice noodles, rice paper wrappers, chueng fun (steamed rice noodle rolls), mochi, dango, etc. Probably the closest he’s ever come to liking a dessert is mochi filled with shiroan (white bean paste).

(Side note: I've always thought the fact that Zoro's least favorite food being chocolate because it's too sweet was weird because chocolate rather famously has a very wide sweetness spectrum, so I like to think Zoro doesn't know that dark chocolate is a thing until Sanji introduces it to him, at which point he becomes enamored of it. He's one of those freaks that likes the 85%+ dark varieties.)

And finally (Zoro has more headcanons because I’ve got fic in the works that deal with a lot of this lol), I think Zoro would absolutely hate arborio rice, i.e. the kind of rice used to make risotto. I think he would find the texture (which is famously creamy) completely incongruous with what he thinks of as rice in his head and he’d be like, physically unable to eat it. Like it would make him gag and very possibly throw up. So Sanji makes risotto whenever he’s mad at Zoro.

NAMI – mikans and other kinds of fruit

(First a quick note: the official English translations have mikans listed as tangerines, which is incorrect; they’re actually satsuma mandarins, which are even better than tangerines. I refuse to put up with this blatant citrus erasure!)

Honestly this one is deeply hilarious to me because can you imagine how crushed Sanji must have been when he realized his darling Nami-swan’s favorite food was one that required absolutely no preparation from him? 10/10 for comedy gold Oda, love it. 

That said, I think Nami would enjoy any food that could use fresh mikan segments or fresh mikan juice, like a mikan salad or a regular greens salad with a mikan vinaigrette, or for something sweet, mikan juice popsicles. 

I could also see Sanji getting really into juicing as he strives to create new refreshments for the crew and making a lot of mikan juice drinks or cocktails.