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Trapped In A SUV

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Unit Chief!Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever you and Spencer are on the way to investigate the house of a suspected unsub, the SUV breaks down in the middle of nowhere. It’s a shame that you are both practically cooking in the Texas heat.

Content/Warnings: Case matter but nothing specific, extreme heat, undressing, Spencer is a bit of a pervert, car sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 1.6K

Kinktober Day Thirteen: Car Sex

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The sound of the engine completely blowing out had you groaning softly as the smoke was coming from the hood of the car. In hindsight, you two probably shouldn’t have left in such a hurry in the first car you could get your hands on. However with a search warrant to search the house of a suspected unsub who you’ve been hunting for days, there was no time to waste.

Until you were stuck on the side of the road, your hand shielding your eyes from the harsh sun as Spencer tugged open the SUV’s hood to be met with a black cloud of smoke. “Jesus,” He muttered, using his hand to waft away the evidence of a vehicle that needed urgent repair. “We are stuck here until someone can pick us up.” You filled in the unit chief as you frowned softly. “Emily said that they had a lead when I was texting her. They will be here whenever they can get here..”

“Of course. That’s just our luck isn’t it.” The male pursed his lips as he pushed the hood shut. “We should get back in the car before we melt out here.” You commented, already feeling beads of sweat forming from the blistering heat. 

“We won’t melt but it’s a good idea. The engine isn’t too far gone to the point we won’t have AC. I’m trying to avoid a heat stroke.” Spencer spoke while heading to the drivers side while you had returned to the passenger seat. The blow of the air wasn’t as strong as you preferred it to be but you counted your blessings, you could’ve been stranded and left to cook in the heat.

“Well. I guess you and I are on our own.” He murmured, his gaze on you while his eyes were widening as he watched you work to unbutton your shirt. “What? I’m sweating my ass off. It’s not like I’m getting completely naked.” You stated, now moving to shrug the button up off of your shoulders and tossing it to the side. “You’ve seen a woman in a bra, I’m sure.” You muttered while leaning back against the seat. 

His golden eyes were focused on your chest once your eyes were closing, the swell of your breasts being eye-catching in the black bra. It was like they were threatening to spill over the lace. His cheeks were bright red as he noticed a bead of sweat trail down your chest as it rose and fell steadily from your breathing.

He could feel his pants tighten, constricting his hardening cock as he gazed at your body. As he was so focused though, he hadn’t noticed your eyes opening or the fact that he caught you. The hungry look on his face had you intrigued. You didn’t expect for him to be watching you so intently, to have to look as if he was holding himself back from touching your bare skin. “Would you mind if I took my pants off too? I’m burning up here.” 

“W-what? I mean, if it’ll be comfortable go ahead..” His voice was at a higher pitch, feeling caught as he was bringing his hands up to loosen his tie. 

“You know that you can shed some clothes too, right? I highly doubt the team will judge us.” You suggested, biting back a smirk of amusement while Spencer was letting out a squeak in response. “I don’t know.” He began, his own body going against him as his hands were moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. Waiting for the rest of the team was gonna be fun, at least. 

After both of you were stripped down, it was like Spencer was desperately avoiding your gaze, his face cherry red. This was a lot. He wasn’t actually thinking that anything but embarrassment would come out of even attempting to look at your body again. You obviously caught him staring.

You’d turned up the air the best you could, leaning forward. With a moan of satisfaction at the coolness hitting your skin, you turned your head to face Spencer for a reaction. His body was frozen in place as he kept his gaze out the windshield, the smoke coming out of the hood less than it was earlier. The moan was enough to make him shift uncomfortably from his throbbing cock in his pants. 

“Hey,” You began while leaning over the console separating you both, offering a smile. “What are you thinking about?” You mused, knowing all too well what you were doing as you were squeezing your arms together slightly, making your tits push up in the bra you had on. 

“I-I was just thinking of how, uh, hot it is outside.” And here. Jesus. 

“You’re so red, oh, Spence..” You gave a faux pout while bringing a hand up to pat his cheek, thumb running over his skin. Spencer felt like he was going to have a heart attack. This was a lot to handle and you seemed to be eating up every reaction. “I’m fine..” He spoke softly while leaning into your touch.

What happened next happened in a flash, you pushed yourself over the small barrier between you both before you were settled in his lap. The man’s face was red, eyes widened and mouth agape in shock as your clothed cunt was brushing over the very obvious bulge in his underwear. 

“I knew it! You were looking at me!” You laughed in victory, hands moving to rest against his shoulders once his long arm was scrambling to push the car seat back to make sure that you were comfortable without having to be shoved against the steering wheel.

“Can you blame me? You practically got naked without needing any prompting.” Spencer found his voice again as he was bringing his hands to rest against your hips, thumbs running over your soft skin. “Plus.. You look so gorgeous, I can’t help it.” 

“Spencer.” You gush, nudging his shoulder while you offer a smile. It was your turn to feel your cheeks heat up from the compliment. “”Well.. I can assist you with getting rid of your… Issue.” You wiggled your eyebrows while moving to test the waters of rolling your hips against his, his breath hitching as he let his head tilt against the leather seat. “God, yeah, okay. I’ll bite. Help me out here.” He chuckled, his hands squeezing your hips while you leaned down to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. 

As your lips were slotting against one another, Spencer was in a frenzy to get your panties pulled to the side before letting his finger swipe through your folds and brush against your clit, grinning at the gasp muffled into his mouth. You were pulling from the kiss to lift your hips, using your hands to squeeze the tent in his boxers to elicit a groan before getting his cock out of his boxers. “I hate to rush this but I don’t think I can wait any longer.” The both of you were in agreement as Spencer’s hands were grabbing a handful of your ass before you were aligning his swollen tip with your leaking cunt and sinking yourself down.

Both of your groans mixed in the SUV, your ass hitting the front of his thighs as you gave yourself a moment to get adjusted. You could feel every curve, every vein as your cunt was welcoming the intrusion. Letting your hips roll at a slow pace, you were bringing your hands to grip his shoulders. 

“Does it feel good? Bet you’ve wanted to do this for years. You like fucking your boss while on the job?” Spencer’s words caused a moan to rip from your throat. “What about you? Fucking your subordinate because you couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself?” You spoke back while Spencer chuckled. “You had your tits out, I’m a man. We are pretty notorious to have an attraction to the female physique.” He chuckled.

“Fair enough,” you spoke softly while continuing with your movements, getting into a good rhythm that was eventually disturbed by the male thrusting upwards, your pussy swallowing his thick cock with no issue. 

“Fuck, don’t stop.” You cursed, the windows fogging over from the actions inside as a thin layer of sweat was spreading over both of your bodies, the smell of sex starting to fill the SUV, the vehicle rocking at a steady pace as you both were wrapped up in your rendezvous.

As you fucked like rabbits, you were leaning down to press your lips against his once more. You never thought of having sex with him in a car before, mainly because you always believed it would’ve been different. Maybe after being put together in the same hotel room or the both of you letting out pent up stress in Spencer’s office.

“I’m gonna cum.” Spencer warned, voice husky as he let out a deep groan at the way your velvety walls were clenching around him, his cock twitching inside of you. “Ah!” He panted, a bruising grip on your hips as he roughly thrusted upwards, damn near making your head hit the roof of the car. 

The sheer force behind each thrust was enough to have your body trembling, your head falling onto his shoulder as you let out a soft cry of his name, teeth biting down onto his shoulder as your creamy cum was rolling down his cock. He wasn’t deterred, instead now groaning as he couldn’t help but follow right behind. You could feel his cum gush inside of your cunt, eyes fluttering shut as you clutched his shoulders as your partially clothed bodies were pressed against one another’s while coming down from the high of your mixed orgasms. 

“I guess I should probably get off of you, huh?” Your words were slurred while Spencer let your hand gently rub your back. “Not yet..” He chuckled, pointing the air vents towards the both of you.

“We have a little bit. Let’s just enjoy the air.”

[mochinomnoms]

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd, and Six is a Riot

iii. Royal consort to the wild usurper

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[notes] - idk how i feel about Leona in this but it is what it is so that's what's happening! I was trying to balance this with a bit of mild angst but also make sure that the romance part was still there? i think it worked for the most part though. also, very excited for the poll i have a bias for one option in particular...

tags: @rosieboop @aliasrising @alienlatteinspace @wishicouldart @cottage-clockwork

edit: i notice I missed a few things regarding the ages and stuff so I fixed that. Also the timeline I realized isn't obvious, so here it is since it's more important here than in the others: Leona and Mousy have been together for 12 years, married for 6, acting as king regent and royal consort for 8 months but officially crowned 3 months ago. I hope that makes sense looool (as me more about this pls I worked hard on it....)

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iii. royal consort to the wild usurper

Listen to: “Like Real People Do” by Hozier

The heat of the savannah that the dorm’s magic replicated reminded Grim of the trip he and (Name) took to the Cloudcalling Festival though considering the dorm’s patron Seventh, it made sense.

It wasn’t quite as colorful though, everything in Savanaclaw was in muted browns, yellows, and orange. It was just as hot though, something Grim detested with his fur. At least they had the pool in the lounge, though it was quiet. 

Grim looked around with confusion, sniffing at the air for your—or Mousy’s—scent. It wasn’t too far off from what you usually smelled like, but Mousy had an underlying scent of rain, like where’d they’d just been had a storm growing.

He’d come to learn that the weather of the dorms remained the same year round, no matter the weather on Sage Island, so it wasn’t hard to pinpoint your scent. 

Grim followed after it, still put off by the lack of activity. To be honest, the dorm was running the same as it usually would, nothing was out of the ordinary. Which is exactly what was throwing Grim off! Sure, Heartslaybul is always a bit more lively with Ace and Deuce, and Riddle did throw an unbirthday party last minute, but Grim expected that Savanaclaw would do something for Mousy. 

They revered their dormleader as much as the other dorms did, even if he was a slothful lion, so why wasn’t anyone freaking out about their partner?

Did Leona keep it quiet? Was he hiding you somewhere? Grim couldn’t have that, you’re his henchhuman no matter what timeline. Disrespect on you was disrespect on him! And why can’t he find you?!

“Mmm…where’d they go? They did come back to the dorm…right?” Grim huffed, padding around as he wandered the halls, the scent of rain coming closer as he approached a familiar door.

Leona’s room. It was closed, though Grim could hear shuffling behind the door, which was enough reason for him to slam it open and point into the room with rightful fury.

“HENCHHUMAN—”

“GAAAH! GRIM!”

Ruggie let out a high-pitched shriek as he clutched the laundry basket in his hands to his chest like a shield. Upon realizing that it was just Grim, he relaxed, ears flattening against his head as he scowled at the direbeast.

“Dammit Grim, what’s your deal? Don’t you know how to knock?” Ruggie grumbled as he threw a brightly patterned cloth into the basket, one that smelled like you mixed with rain. “You know I won’t cover for you if you damage something of Leona’s, I ain’t getting stuck with that bill.”

Grim let out a soft mewl, surprising both himself and Ruggie, as he zeroed in on the patterned cloth that was on top of the laundry pile. It was the cloth you had wrapped around you earlier, gold and black striped as it fell off your shoulders and held together by a dark orange and deep rich brown striped wrap and beads at your waist. 

Now that he really thought about it, it looked a lot like the clothes everyone had been wearing when you two visited the Sunset Savannah.

“Hey wait! That smells like my henchhuman! Why’d they take it off? I thought they’d be here…”

Ruggie let out a sound of realization as he looked between the cloth and Grim, bringing it up to sniff it closer.

“Oooh, (Name), that explains why this shuka smells so different. Though, it’s waaay too nice for someone like them to have lying around, where’d they get it from, Grim?”

“Hmm? Didn’t Leona tell the dorm about this morning?” Grim questioned, walking forward and reaching for the cloth—a shuka Ruggie called it—to smell it again. Maybe with a closer sniff Grim would be able to locate you. “Give it, I was followin’ Mousy’s scent, I need a refresher!”

Ruggie obliged, though he raised a brow and flicked his left ear curiously at Grim. 

“Leona hasn’t told any of us ‘bout anything. Heard there was some sort of explosion, ‘n who’s ‘Mousy’?”

Soft footsteps and a gentle knock on the doorframe caught both Grim and Ruggie’s attention, the former perking up at the sight of you at the doorway.

Even without the vibrant patterned cloth and emblem, it didn’t take away from the rest of your outfit. 

Your top was black and sleeveless, no doubt to accommodate the heat of your home, with a high neck and a thick band tied at the back of your neck. The shirt was tucked into your black pants, which looked thinner and flared at the ends, and it was covered in a gold geometric pattern that shimmered each time you moved. 

Simple, like Tart’s was, but it looked much more expensive, even the wide band sandals you wore looked like they were expensive leather, and the various bands and beads around your wrists and neck looked a lot like Leona’s jewelry. 

When you uncrossed your arms, Grim noticed a tattoo on your left (rather muscular) arm. A lion, like Leona’s, though it was a bit less extravagant and didn’t wrap around. 

“W-wha…(Name)?” Ruggie gaped at you, looking you up and down as you approached, making him clutch the basket to his chest and back up slightly. “Why are you dressed like a royal? ‘N you smell different too…”

The hyena opened his mouth again for a moment, before shutting it and scrutinizing you further. 

Grim could barely make the words out from under Ruggie’s breath, as his ears flicked while you let you a wry chuckle. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d tell anyone, Leona’s never been one to share. Accident with a looking glass and time travel things this morning is all.” Your eyes and dry smile softened as you noticed Ruggie’s tense posture, gesturing for the basket. 

“He’s hiding from me in one of the nooks around here. Thought I’d give him some alone time, you want me to help with that?”

Ruggie’s ears perked up, his tail slightly wagging as he thought it over. 

“I mean, as long as I still get paid for the laundry…I won’t say no. I still gotta make Leona’s lunch.”

You smiled, taking the basket from Ruggie’s hands as you stared at him for a moment, making him freeze. Surprising both him and Grim, you reached up to ruffle his hair and cooed at Ruggie. 

“Sorry, it’s just been a while since I’ve seen ya, you’ve been busy with work back in my time.” Letting out a tired sigh, you pulled away to rub the back of your neck. “We’ve all had a hectic time, actually.”

Ruggie nodded, eyes lighting up in sudden understanding as he looked down at your clothes once again. He winced, making Grim tilt his head, still confused as he heard him mumble something under his breath. 

“Yikes, no wonder he’s hidin’. Okay, yeah. I’ll get the lunch started, I already had the detergent ready to go. Though, this is your shuka right?” He gestured to your clothes on the top of the pile. “That has to be hand washed you know?”

You waved him off, finally glancing down at Grim with soft eyes. 

“No worries, Grim here will help me. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about, huh?”

Grim pouted, his ears flattening as he whined, “I don’t wanna do chores though…”

“Ruggie will make you a sandwich too.”

“OKAY!”

“What?” Ruggie exclaimed, halfway out the door as he spun on his heel and glared between the two of you. “I ain’t doing extra work—”

“I will have Leona pay you triple for your work today.”

“—without getting your food order!” A big grin on his face, Ruggie got down on his knees and titled his head at Grim. “What kinda sandwich you want? Want a drink and side with that?”

“Tuna! Fancy tuna with fried pickles! And, um…” Grim looked up at you and tugged at your pants. “What’s that drink Ace always gets us at lunch?”

You hummed to yourself, thinking until you snapped your fingers. 

“Ah! The iced sweet tea. Can you get him that Ruggie?”

Ruggie nodded and gave you two a salute, walking off as he happily hummed a tune to himself, singing “gonna get paaaaaid~” as he did. 

You let out a chuckle looking at Grim from the corner of your eyes and nodded your head to the door. 

“Come on, let’s go. The faster we finish, the faster we can go to Ruggie and make sure he doesn’t eat half of your sandwich.”

Leona was hiding behind the waterfall, where there was a warm resting nook that most of the dorm was unaware of. You knew about it though, you’d been there numerous times towards the end of Leona’s third year. 

Still, he’d left to it right away, telling you to go drop off your shuka in his room to have Ruggie wash it. Grim’s spell had summoned you during a walk in the palace gardens with Leona and Cheka at the time, the pain from the cracks on your skin making you collapse into some of the foliage and mud as a terrified Cheka stared in horror. 

“Uncle! Nini? What’s happening?!”

The poor thing has already been through so much. As much as it was fun to see Leona young again, you were really hoping that Malleus would find you away home soon. 

It was nice to see Grim little again. 

“And I totally coulda beat Ace with my super duper great fire spell! But I went easy on him, so he got the higher grade.”

Grim was yapping your ear off as you hung the damp clothes on the clothesline, rubbing your clothing between your thumb and finger.

“Yeah? Which class was this again?”

“Umm, it was…Magical Dueling! Yup!” Grim put his paws on his hips and let out a confident chuckle. “Yeah, the Great Grim is a real mer-mercial?”

“Merciful.”

“Yeah! That!”

“Right. Grim, you do remember that we take all our classes together, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So you know that I know that we don’t have a Magical Dueling class, right?” 

Grim paused, squinting his eyes as you cocked your hip and tilted your head in amusement, waiting for his excuse.

“...We take it during our second year?”

You laughed, reaching down to pat Grim on the head, who gave you a displeased look. Still, he gave a small smile as you two walked back into the dorm. It was hot and windy, so it wouldn’t be long until the clothes were dried. 

Plus, it’d been about an hour since Ruggie left to make the sandwiches, which meant he should be done cooking by now, and Grim’s stomach had been rumbling for the past few minutes.

“Let’s just go eat. I’m sure Ruggie has your sandwich done by now.”

The dorm was still empty of most students, though you could hear someone walking on the wooden ramps and bridges every so often. It made sense, it was still the early afternoon and most students were in class.

Part of you wished that you could see Jack again, but he definitely was in class at this time, and wouldn’t be back for a while if you remember correctly. You kinda wanted to drop at Heartslabyul and see Ace and Deuce, but you didn’t want to add to the chaos with Tart already there. 

Epel and Ortho were also probably preoccupied with your other Yous at their dorms. Sebek was out of the question, he was stricter about his schedule than Jack. 

You just wanted to talk to someone else, you wanted to talk to your husband. At this point in time, you two were never far from each other, or for long. But the Leona of this time didn’t seem keen on talking, or even looking at you. 

He absolutely recognized your clothes and what they meant. 

“Maybe I’ll take his meal to him…get him to talk to me…” You mumbled under your breath, making Grim look up at you.

“Get who to talk to ya? Ruggie?”

“No, Leona.”

“Mmmrph?” Grim trilled at you, narrowing his eyes as the flames in his ears grew brighter. “Leona? What, he’s not talkin’ to ya?”

You shook your head as you both entered the kitchen, where Ruggie was finishing cleaning up and placing a cutting board and knife into the sink. 

“Oh, hey! The food’s done—”

“Well that’s rude!”

Both of you jumped at Grim’s cry, an angry pout on his face as he hopped onto the counter.

“If Leona’s not gonna talk to you, then he shouldn’t get food!” Grim’s pout suddenly turned into a sly grin as he eyed the steak sandwich on the counter, next to his own. “Which is why I should take it! Give it here!”

Right as Grim leaped for the tempting plate of food, Ruggie quickly swiped it and held it over his head, making Grim dive face first into the counter instead. 

“Hey!” Ruggie let out a growl as Grim returned one in annoyance, now jumping up in vain for the food. “I used his card to buy all this! I ain’t gonna lose access to it just because you ate his food, eat your sandwich instead!” 

Noticing at how Grim got on all four paws and wiggled, you rushed over to snatch him midair as he jumped right for Ruggie’s face, the latter stumbling back. Miraculously, he still managed to keep the sandwich on its plate. 

“Hey! Let me have it, Mousy! He doesn’t deserve it! He doesn’t want to hang out with you so he doesn’t deserve a yummy snack! GIVE MEEEE—”

You wrapped a hand around Grim’s snout, his demands for more food muffled as he still longingly reached his paws out for Ruggie as he cautiously lowered the plate back down. 

“Geez, what are you on about?” Ruggie huffed, wrinkling his nose at Grim as he asked, “Leona didn’t just leave you here, right?”

It wasn’t often couples in the Sunset Savannah stray from one another, much less royals, they were almost always seen with one another. Granted, this time’s version of Leona wasn’t technically yours, and you not his, you were reminded each time you tugged at one bracelet in particular among the many around your wrist. 

“...I think you can understand why he might not be particularly enthusiastic to see me.”

You gave Ruggie a dry, tired smile as you gestured at your outfit again, making him flush red and nodded, muttering to himself. 

“Right, right…Well, you know where he is right? I need to deliver his food before it gets cold, is he in his usual spots?”

You doubted that Leona wanted to be bothered by anyone right now, but you were a bit tired of waiting around for him to come out hiding.

“No, you won’t be able to find him. It’s a spot that only he and I know about, so far as I’m aware.” Ruggie’s ears drooped as huffed, murmuring something about getting paid, making you chuckle. “I can take it to him for you.”

Ruggie squinted at you, eyeing Grim as he was dropped to the ground, the latter crossing his arms and stomping his feet.

“No fair…”

Rolling your eyes with an amused smirk, you bent down and gestured for Grim to come closer as you whispered in his ear. After a minute, Grim perked up and stared at you with an open-mouth. 

“Really?”

“Really. Go on, Azul will be very weak against his ‘Angelfish’, so he’ll get you whatever you want if Angel asks for it.”

Grim eagerly nodded, reaching his arms out for his sandwich as you handed it to him. Shoving most of it into his mouth, Grim ran off as Ruggie titled his head at you in a curious confusion.

“What’d you tell him?”

“A secret, don’t worry about it.” You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “Let me go get my shuka back on and then take his lunch. Grim does have a point, Leona can’t avoid me forever.”

The furball was always loud and annoying, but Leona dealt with him because of you. He let you bring him around because the stupid little guy made you happy, and he liked you.

He liked you a lot. Leona might even bring it in himself to admit that he’s fond of you, fancies you even. He’d been momentarily delighted when his little ‘mouse’ popped up in the classroom, you’d grown into a pretty thing with his family’s crest plastered on your chest.

And by the ancient kings themselves, you grew to be utterly breathtaking, the circlet on your head wrapped in the braids on the crown of your head decorated with dangling charms that glittered each time you moved, while the rest of your hair flowed down just under your chin. 

Then he looked closer at the eerily familiar circlet, and down your body. The clothes you were in were nearly all black, and you wore his sister-in-law, Niah’s, necklace. Big, beautiful, and intricately beaded to hold the Kingscholar crest, he knew you shouldn’t have been wearing that. 

It belonged to the queen consort. You shouldn’t have been wearing that unless Leona became King. It clicked quickly for him, then, when you’d made eye-contact back in that classroom. You looked older than the others there, and your eyes spoke of sorrow.

You were in mourning clothes, and in your future, he’d finally become a king. At the expense of Falena and Niah’s lives. 

He didn’t even want to think about Cheka. Did something happen to him too? After all this time of loathing and self-hatred, of cursing those who looked down on him for being second-born, he got what he wanted.

Did he want that? Did he want his family dead? Did he want to never see Falena, Niah, or Cheka again?

In the future that his Mousy came from, did he do something to them?

If his mother were here, she’d be pulling at his ear, reprimanding him for abandoning his mate to sulk off in his ‘hidey-hole’ like she would say. She’d always been by his father’s side growing up, like bonded mates were meant to do, up to the point of her untimely death. His father followed soon after.

He was still young when she passed, but he could still hear her voice, chastising him and urging him to go seek you out.

And he would…eventually. He wasn’t a coward, Leona’s pride wouldn’t allow that, but he just needed some time to think. To figure out how to ask you what happened, if he did something. Would you even know? Would you even tell him if he asked?

“Ugh…damn you Furball.” Leona grumbled to himself, tossing and turning in the blankets and pillows he stashed behind the waterfall. “You shouldn’t have been messing with ancient magic.”

There was a naturally formed window in the rock that let in fresh air as the sound of the falls and the occasional student walking past gave him some white noise, and yet he still felt stuffy.

It didn’t help that he could still hear Grim occasionally, your own voice just gentle enough to be out of hearing range. Leona’s pretty sure he was yelling something about sandwiches to Ruggie. 

Whiny as ever, and a little shit like always. As much as your presence has thrown him into a mental spiral, Leona does wonder if the little guy followed you to Sunset Savannah with him. And how exactly you convinced him to agree to housing Grim.

Maybe you turned him into a playmate for Cheka or something. 

Leona inhaled sharply at the thought of his nephew again, turning back around to face the waterfall. He froze at the sight of you, peering at the gap between the water and the stone wall, holding a plate of food in your hand. 

You carefully reached above you to grab the indent along the wall, and slid your body through, carefully pressed against the ledge as you stared down at the pool below you. You did it with precision, like you’d done this many times before, over and over. 

Until your foot slipped on a part of the rock that was wet, making you stumble and Leona bolt over. He didn’t even register that he was holding your waist and the hand that clutched at his shoulder until you huffed and looked up at him with a sheepish smile. 

“Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve done this, I forgot how slippery it got back here.”

Your scent was one of rosemary and rain, though he could tell that you spent a lot of time with his future version. You reeked of his magic and musk, though there was something soft there, like sweet oranges, that reminded him of Cheka.

Leona swiftly let go of you once you were on steady footing, backing up and putting a healthy distance between you two. Though, the disappointment on your face made him falter as he sat down on his makeshift bedding. 

Both of you stared at each other, neither of you speaking, waiting for the other to break the silence first. 

If Leona was going to give future him credit for something, it’s that he did a damn good job in claiming you as his. The jewelry you were covered in was in his colors. Falena was assigned gold and red as the heir, which was traditional. Leona got a dark orange and sepia, also traditional for the second-born, but they were never his favorite. 

But they did look very nice on you. 

“Aw, staring at a little herbivore like me?” You gave Leona a teasing smile and walked closer, holding out the plate to him. It looked like a steak sandwich, the usual that Ruggie made for him. “Don’t eat me now, I’m offerin’ you a meal.”

Leona continued staring at you as he took the plate in your hands, his ears flicking and tail curling close to him as you decided to take a seat on the pillow next to him. He watched as you crossed your legs, resting your hands between them and traced one of the bracelets on your wrist. 

It looked old. It looked familiar. 

“You kept that?” You looked up in surprise. Leona was realizing it was the first actual sentence he’d spoken to you since you’d arrived. “It looks like it’s gone through it…”

“Ah,” You looked down at the bracelet, red, white, and blue with golden spacers between the beads. “Well, it’s been a long time since you gave this to me. I think…almost 12 years by now.”

You smiled down fondly at the jewelry as you continued.

“This one you gave me after your graduation,” You tapped a leather band with a protection spell engraved on it. “Said I needed it for all the trouble I got into.”

You moved onto another one made of braided strings that resembled a sunset. “This was for my graduation, same day you asked me if I wanted to come home with you”

Smile growing, you let out a soft chuckle as you pointed out a fourth, crudely made rainbow bracelet that looked more like something a kid would make for their friends on the playground. 

“Cheka made this, used any and every single bead he could find. It was my 20th birthday present I think. It's been a while, but that sounds right."

Voice softening, you moved to your left wrist, which was decorated with a pair of bronze bangles and a matching cuff with an engraving of a rising sun. 

“This wasn’t you actually, funny enough.” You had a smile and looked at him from the corner of your eye. “Falena and Niah gave it to me as an engagement present when you proposed with this—”

Holding up your hand, you presented him with a wedding set on your ring finger. A thick bronze band accompanied by a simple topaz ring.

“That’s not in the royal jewelry collection.” Leona cut you off, though you looked relieved that he finally started speaking. “Looks too new.”

“Yep. You had this made just for me, and a matching set for yourself as well.” 

Your smile faltered as his eyes were drawn back to the necklace, specifically the crest on your chest.

Both of you went silent again for a few seconds, before you sighed, clutching the crest in your palm, as if to hide it.

“Ask. I know you want to know.”

“...That’s in Falena’s colors. It’s Niah’s, it’s the queen’s.” Leona hissed the last bit, his ears flattening as he stared at your face, watching as you turned away. “Why is my spouse wearing the consort’s necklace?”

Leona’s voice rose as he continued speaking, making you whip your head around and glare at him. For some reason, that look you gave him made Leona freeze. It looked a lot like the ones Niah and his mother would give him whenever he got in trouble.

“Leona. Did you just raise your voice at me?”

Clicking his tongue, Leona leaned back against his pillows and took a bite out of his sandwich, ignoring your pointed look.

“Tch, at least I know where Cheka got his attitude from.”

Leona choked mid-swallow, coughing as reached over to pat his back, freezing as he grabbed your hand to stop you. Though, as his coughing became more hoarse, he let go to pound at chest, allowing you to use one hand to rub a soothing hand on his back and pull his hair away from his face.

It took him a few moments, but he finally managed to breathe normally again, throat feeling rather raw. Leona looked at you from the corner of his eyes and asked, “Cheka’s okay?”

You furrowed your brows and nodded furiously, moving closer to sweep his hair over his shoulder and cup his cheek.

“Yes. Of course, Cheka is safe. He’ll be turning 17 in a few months now…he’s safe and doing as well as he can be right now.”

Leona closed his eyes, trying to imagine what a 17 year old Cheka would look like. A lot like Falena probably, though he had Niah’s eyes. 

“...What do you mean by ‘right now’.”

His eyes met your own as you thinned your lips. You opened your mouth, before closing it again, and gently responded. 

“Leona, I think you know what I mean.”

Taking a deep breath, let his gaze meet yours and asked, “How’d it happen?”

You took in a sharp breath, leaning back and clasping your hands together. 

“Are you sure you want to know? I don’t think it’s a good idea with time traveling rules and all—”

“Yes. Tell me.”

Letting out a sigh, you nodded, swallowing and licking your lips before you spoke.

“It happened at the end of last year, Falena and Niah were meant to celebrate their anniversary at sea. They took a handful of servants onto a ship and had a private yacht set up. It was only meant to be a week, so you, me, and Neji were left in charge of regular duties while they were gone, but while out at sea…there was a storm.”

Leona watched as you paused, wringing your wrist in your hand. 

“It happened about halfway through their trip, it was a freak storm that even had the merfolk surprised. It took two weeks for it to finally calm down enough for us to send search parties, but they couldn’t find anything…”

You shut your eyes closed, bringing a tightly closed hand to your lips as you took a shaky breath, continuing in a trembling voice.

“We thought that they might have sunk, even the Atlantica Royal family sent their own to search for the wreckage…but they couldn’t find it.”

Whispering the last part under your breath, you took a deep breath, wiping the corners of your eyes, before looking up and frowning. 

“Oh, Leona, sweetheart…”

Bringing a hand up to wipe his cheek, Leona barely realized that tears started growing in his eyes. Despite himself, he relaxed into your touch, letting you rub your thumbs across his cheeks and squeeze, bringing him down to your level to press your forehead against his own. 

“...Both of them?”

“Yeah…we held the funerals a month after. And…you were crowned three months ago as king regent.”

Silence fell over you two, Leona looking down as he processed everything you’d just said. 

King Regent. Him, a king in his future, all because his brother died. Gods…he didn’t want his brother dead. Was Falena an idiot sometimes? Yes. Was he pampered and groomed while Leona was thrown off to the side and ignored? Yes. But he didn’t want his brother or sister-in-law gone, among the ancient kings in the stars.

“You became the royal consort then. That’s yours now.” 

You nodded, letting Leona go, reaching down to squeeze at the necklace again. You didn’t look comfortable with it on, like the weight was a strain on you. Leona looked down at the plate in his lap 

“Originally, my Leona and I were only going to rule for a few years, as Cheka was only 15, just about to turn 16 when it happened. But he didn’t want to take the throne just yet at 18, so the two of us will be taking care of things until he’s ready.”

Silence resumed between you two as you decided to lean against the wall, blankly staring at the waterfall. Both of you didn’t speak for what felt like ages. Leona looked down at the plate in his lap still, and tossed it to the side to shove himself into his pillows.

You let out a small gasp, giving him a disapproving glare as you crawled over pick up the plate, ensuring that the food wouldn’t fall to the floor. 

“Don’t do that, this meat is probably expensive, Rugs would probably have an aneurysm if he saw you throwing it around.”

“Hmph,” Leona scoffed, raising a brow at the nickname. “I can afford it, it’s fine. He doesn’t care as long as I pay him.”

“Yeah? Well that reminds me, make sure you pay him triple for today’s work, I told him you would so he would make Grim some food.”

“Eh? I didn’t agree to that, why would I pay for the Furball’s—” 

You waved a hand dismissively, though you had an amused smile on your lips. 

“Oh shush, I thought you said you could afford it?”

Gods, you really did grow to be beautiful. Leona never was one that particularly cared about looks like a certain blonde did, but even he could appreciate how well you took to his homeland’s style. He wonders if the future him helped you with your hair: grooming each other was an age old tradition for close families back home, he saw Niah often braid Falena’s hair. 

Even Cheka’s, though he was so little that they would get messed up after playing. 

Cheka…you smelled quite a bit like him as well, but it was a lot fainter than his own. Hypothetically, especially with the death of his parents, his nephew should be attached to future you and Leona’s hips.

“Oi, you said Cheka was going on 17, but he wasn’t going to take the throne at 18.” Leona’s ears flicked as he asked, “How come my brat—”

“Nephew.”

“—Brat of a nephew, isn’t taking the throne? I know he’d been groomed for it.”

You perked up, smile growing as you leaned in closer, gesturing for him to follow suit. He did, with a fond warmth growing in his cheeks. 

“Oh yes, but after all was said and done…he decided to accept the letter that Night Raven sent him and attend school. Cheka said he wanted to wait and explore the world outside the palace before taking the throne, so the two of us will be ruling for a bit longer now.”

Leona let out a scoff, though he couldn’t help that the corner of his lips quirked. “Seriously? NRC?”

You smiled and nodded. 

“Yes, our—” Leona liked the way you emphasized that. “—nephew even took to your dorm. You tried your very best to talk him out of it, complaining about your time here and how awful it was, he shut you up when he brought up the two of us meeting at school.”

Leona let out a hum, resting his hand on his palm as he leaned against his knee. He still had questions about the kingdom, if there were any opposition to his coronation, why Cheka decided to run off to the school of all places. 

But, he also had a golden opportunity here. 

“And what exactly did you tell him?” Leona watched as you perked up, your smile growing big as you leaned in and cooed. 

“Oh? Trying to get information out of me, hmm? Shouldn’t you try and woo your (Name) on your own?”

“Do you think the others are leaving it up to chance?”

“Ha, fair enough, though I hate to say that you already seem a bit behind if you’re asking me that at this point in the year.”

Leona frowned, ears pinning to his head and tail swishing in frustration. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“You saying I need to get moving, huh?”

You shrugged, your bangles jingling as you waved your hand. “Maaaaybe. I’m assuming that you didn’t piss me off in this time back during the whole contract stuff with Azul, so the me in this time didn’t try to wack your head off with your broom.”

“You did what?” 

Leona couldn’t help himself lean in closer as you let out an embarrassed laugh, covering your smile. 

“Ah, I ask you to help me and you told me to deal with it on my own. When i threatened to keep you up all night if you didn’t, you actually tossed me and Grim out of the dorm and told me to not show my face again.” 

You laughed harder as you told the story, eyes crinkling.

“I was sooooo pissed off that I went back in, made Grim distract the dorm in the lounge, snuck into your room while you were distracted, and tried swinging it as hard as I could into your head when you walked in. We got into it after that, bruised each other up. I even gave you a black eye, though you gave me a massive bite to my arm.”

Leona straightened as you pushed your shuka further past your shoulders, revealing your matching Lion’s Guard tattoo. The second born was always assigned as the leader, though you were a rank lower than him based on it. You tapped it, gesturing for him to move in closer. 

As he did, Leona noticed that right under the black ink, was the faintest prescence of a scar. He could just barely make out where his canines had dug into you skin, no doubt drawing blood. 

“Hm, not a good idea for a little mouse to pick a fight with such a big carnivore.” Leona couldn’t help but drawl out a teasing remark, though you too it in stride as you covered the tattoo and scar again. 

“Oh, don’t you worry. This Mousy packed a bunch, and back then, you gave me respect for holding my own against you, so you helped me out with Azul. We just got…closer after that.”

You smiled fondly as you reminisced, looking up at him and reaching you hand out to his face. This time, Leona didn’t flinch away and let you cup his cheek, rubbing a thumb just under his eye, where the tip of his scar lay.

“We took our time, it was natural. I can’t really say too much other than that.”

Natural, huh? He didn’t have a fight with you in this time. Maybe he was already screwed. Maybe he just needed to get that fiery part of you out. 

Leona’s never been one for fate, he’s always desired making his own way through the world. Maybe he’ll just have to do that with you too. And…with Falena and Niah too…

“Hmm. Well, I have to wait until my own little mouse is back from where the Fur—”

“Grim.”

“—Grim sent them. I’ll come up with a plan, a nap’ll help with that.”

He didn’t wait for a response, instead opting to move over and stretch his body so that his head was in your lap, face looking up at you. 

You took to it naturally, like your own Leona did this often, hands immediately smoothing his hair away from his face, combining through it with your fingers. 

“...You really do look look so much younger like this.”

“...Yeah?”

“Yeah…” Leaning back once again to rest against the pillows and stone wall, stretching your legs out under his body to get more comfortable, you ran a soothing finger along the ridge of his nose. Leona wondered if you got that from him as well; he’d do it to Cheka when he was bothering him to coax his nephew into a nap instead of bothering him.

“Go on, take your nap. We can talk more when you wake up, yeah?”

Leona didn’t respond, though his tail wrapped around your leg as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’ll hold you to that Mousy. You’ll be helpin’ me scheme for my own (Name).”

He didn’t need his eyes, he could hear the smile in your voice as you responded. 

“Of course. Just for you sweetheart.”

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Ride ‘Em, Cowgirl! (Ace x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Cowboy!Ace D. Portgas x Writer!Reader (Strangers to FWBs to Lovers)

Synopsis: As the author of some famous smutty romance novels, you decide to take a vacation in the countryside for a while to get over your breakup and work on your new book but you suffer from writer’s block. However, a meet-cute situation with a sexy farmhand who lives next door might be able to help you kill two birds with one stone.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Sexual Tension; Highkey Flirting; Tongue Kissing; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Clit Stimulation; Doggystyle; Nipple Piercings; Cowgirl/Riding; Ace Puts His Hat on Your Head While You Take His Big D*ck; Dom!Ace/sub!Reader; Reader Cums 2x; Creampie; Strangers to FWBs to Lovers; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I’ve had a MAJOR cowboy brain rot all summer & decided to write something as the season is ending. I love me some Ace 🥺🥺 him & his big, silly, sexy ass…I miss him. He didn’t d*e in my universe. ENJOY LOVELIES!! 💋💋🫶🏾🫶🏾 -Jazz

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While the countryside is beautiful, the absence of reception is not.

You sit in the driver’s seat of your rental, the AC cranked up high though you’re still sweating from anxiety and panic. Your pits are perspiring despite the cute little sundress you threw on to match your sunhat and sunglasses. You felt like a movie star boarding the train here, but now, all of that feeling of glamor is gone.

A thrush forest and fields of land surround you on the dirt road you’ve been driving down for over fifteen minutes now since you got off the train that put you in the countryside. You had originally come out here to indulge in nature, thinking it would help clear your head for your new book and heal your heart over your recent breakup that caused your writer’s block.

You’re a city girl, born and raised miles away from here. Despite your cute little one-bedroom-one-bathroom studio apartment, you get tired of being surrounded by skyrise buildings and smoggy streets when you write. You thought a change of scenery would do you some good, especially to distract you from the sight of the same couch and bed where your ex used to make love to you on.

But now, after seeing nothing but trees, grass, and cows for the past five minutes since you got lost, you’re becoming sick of it. You haven’t seen a single person or building since the train station!

“Dammit,” you huff, begrudgingly tossing your phone into the passenger’s seat with your laptop case and suitcase. You hate getting lost! You must’ve taken a left instead of a right and then steered off the trail your GPS set for you.

You keep the AC and gas running as you get out of the car. The heat immediately slaps you in the face and the sun glares at you, causing you to slide your sunglasses on top of your head used to hold your braids back onto your eyes. You shield the hot rays with your hand and look down the road. Nothing. Not even a barn. You’re completely stranded.

No people. No reception. You were never going to make it to that sweet, quaint little Airbnb you rented. You were scrolling on Booking.com you’ve seen so many commercials for three weeks ago when you came across the little cabin with central air, a wine cellar, and a back patio overlooking a lake. It is only ten miles from town and near some hiking trails for running.

You booked it immediately and spoke to the owner, a sweet Southern widow who let you rent it for the entire week for a cut because of your books. “I love your work!” she gushed over the phone. “I’m so honored you’re choosin’ my little home to help you write a new book! I’ll stack more wine in the cellar just for you!”

You may never get to enjoy that wine, the lake, or some sunbathing on the patio. You lean against your carhood, hopeless and exhausted. Maybe this will be a good inspiration for your book: a city girl gets lost in the countryside and realizes that a change of scenery can’t fix heartbreak. Then she dies of a broken heart (and starvation) in her rental and when someone finally finds her, she’ll be nothing but bones because the cows ate her.

There your whacked-out mind goes. You tilt your head to the sunny, blue sky, hoping God can see you and have mercy on your soul. “God,” you groan. “Please just send me someone.”

“Hey, there!” a sudden cheery, male voice chirps from behind you. You shriek and jump, turning around to face the stranger. “Shit!” you gasp, putting a hand on your jumping heart. “You scared the hell outta me!”

When your heart finally settles down, you realize just how cute the stranger is. He is tall and fit judging by how tight his black V-neck is under his flannel. A cowboy hat hits low on his nest of black curls and an adorable smattering of freckles adorn his cheeks. His jeans are just as tight with a large belt buckle on the front of his leather belt and his cowboy boots are scuffed.

It’s like he stepped out of a girl’s wettest Western dream, especially with the dog tags hanging from his thick neck and the leather bracelet on his wrist. He is hotter than the sun you’re standing in.

“Apologies,” he says, stifling a chuckle with his hands up. “I promise I don’t mean no farm. I just happened to see you just sittin’ here on the road and couldn’t help but wonder if you’re stealin’ my job.” His brown eyes are filled with humor and playfulness.

“Job?” you parrot, confused. “What are you—“

Suddenly, the hot stranger places two fingers on each hand in his mouth and blows a loud, shrill whistle. Immediately, each of the cows grazing in the grass and wandering in the road gather together near him. “C’mon, y’all!” he shouts. “Over here by the pretty truck! Out of the pretty lady’s way!”

You flush at his compliment but don’t focus too much on it. You’re too busy focusing on the cherry red pickup truck with the muddy wheels that you now see some yards behind your rental. How did you not hear him drive up?

The cows follow the cowboy and surround his truck, mooing and chewing. He leaves them there and comes running back to you, panting. “Sorry ‘bout that. Them cows ain’t too bright sometimes. One left the farm down the road and all of ‘em followed, so I got sent out to get ‘em.”

“Oh,” you say. “Well, that takes care of one problem. Thanks.”

He raises one eyebrow, curious. “One problem?” he ponders aloud. “Anything I can help you with, miss? Tell me if I’m wrong but ya look kinda…” He pauses, looking for the right word.

“Lost?” you sigh. He sniggers, shaking his head. “Distressed.” You take a moment to think about this. You really shouldn’t tell him since he’s a total stranger despite his cute freckles and eyes that remind you of a puppy’s. “Well, I am,” you sigh. “But nothing I can’t handle. Thank you again, Mr. uh….”

The cowboy smiles brightly at you and it’s like a punch in the face. He is quite handsome. “Ace,” he replies. “Ace D. Portgas. No, ‘Mr’, please. Just Ace.”

He puts out one of his big ringed hands for a shake. You slowly take it in your smaller one, noticing how calloused and rough his palm is…and how warm and strong it is. “Ace then,” you say, quickly pulling away. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N.”

Ace’s eyes fill with recognition immediately at the sound of your name. “The writer?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. You immediately break out into a smile, happy with the recognition. “So you’ve heard of me.”

He nods, shoving a hand in the pocket of his jeans. “Yeah, your stuff is pretty popular with the female population over here. I’ve seen some of your books in the town’s local bookstore before. Where ya from?”

“[City Name],” you reply, beaming from the newfound information You always love to hear about people loving and reading your work. Ace hums, nodding in understanding. “Ah, so you’re a city girl,” he draws, his Southern accent making a big appearance here. It makes something in your stomach grow warm.

You place your hands on your hips, pursing your lips. “Are you about to give me that ‘the country is better than the city’ crap?” you playfully scoff.

Ace gapes at you, playing into your mock disagreement. “What?! No way….except we’ve got better people.” You laugh, giving him that one. “Oh, that I agree with! Everyone here is so nice!”

Literally everyone. The train conductor, the workers at the train station, the nice man who held the door for you…maybe even this sexy cowboy. It must be the clean air and environment without the buildings, hustle, and crowds of people. “So what’s a talented gal like you doin’ all the way down here?” He curiously asks. “Ya got family here?”

Despite your situation, you find yourself enjoying conversing with Ace. It’s easy, unlike with your ex. “I’m writing a new book at the Airbnb I rented…which I’m no closer to getting to ‘cause I can’t follow directions.”

Ace’s smile fades. “Really? Where’s it at? Maybe I can help ya get there.” Your blood pressure rises as your brain begins to go through every possible reason to not give this man the address to your weekend home. “Um….”

Realization flickers in Ace’s eyes and he nods in understanding. “I get it: stranger danger. If ya want, I can tell you the directions and let ya drive off. Promise.” He puts his right hand up as if he’s on the stand at a trial. “I only wanna help a celebrity out.”

His friendly smile and nature seem genuine despite that twist in your stomach telling you differently. However, you don’t hear any warning signs blaring in your head and your gut isn’t giving you that kick of intuition. Throwing caution to the wind, you tell him: “It’s on 21 North Oakwood Lane.”

You watch as Ace’s eyes widen in excitement like a kid on Christmas. “Forreal?! That’s where my farm is at! I bet my neighbor is the one you’re rentin’ from! Mable Chestnut ring any bells?”

Your brain immediately reacts to the Airbnb owner’s name. “Yeah, that’s her!” you exclaim. “You live there too?” He nods, beaming brightly at you. “Yes, ma’am, and you’re a long way away from that, honey. You must’ve taken a wrong turn completely.”

You huff, feeling the stress return. Of course, you took a wrong turn. Unbeknownst to you, Ace feels bad for the pretty woman standing in front of him and instantly wants to make her feel better. So he clears his throat, gaining your attention. “I’ll tell ya what: if you want, I can hop in my pickup truck and lead you to your place. I know these trails like the back of my hand.”

“I’m sure you do,” you reply, laughing slightly. “You’re a cowboy, aren’t you?” His lips twist in a lopsided smirk that makes your insides curl. “Yes, ma’am. That and a farmhand. I wrangle horses, cows, bulls, anythin’ you can think of. My job requires that I know the ins and outs of my town.”

You can tell he’s telling the truth, but the logical part of you is still wary. “I dunno,” you admit, awkwardly playing with the hem of our dress. “I mean, you seem sweet and legit, but I barely know you and—“

“Oh, you found ‘em!” a voice rings out. You turn, seeing a blue truck with a wooden crate stopping next to Ace’s truck. An older couple with silver-white hair and matching boots come sliding out of the front, looking relieved to see their cows. The wife, in her flowery skirt, whistles at the cows. “My precious babies! Get y’all asses on that damn truck!”

She begins berating them as the animals climb up the wooden ramp to the cart, piling in one after the other. Her husband, wearing jeans, flannel, and a cowboy hat, helps her by whistling to them. Once they’re all in, he locks the crate and walks up to Ace with his wife, giving you a hello as they do. “Oh, Ace, what would I do without you?” The wife sighs, taking the young cowboy’s hand in her wrinkled ones. “I’ll have to bake you more of that apple pie to thank you.”

Ace smiles, tipping his hat at them. “It’s no problem, Mr. And Mrs. Phelps. Just doin’ my job.” Mr. Phelps pats him on the back, laughing. “Well, you prove to be fit for your job every time, young man.”

“I’ll deliver the pie tomorrow,” Mrs. Phelps says with a wink. “You still live at 20 Oakwood Lane?” Ace nods and thanks them before the old couple walk back to their truck, get in, and go driving off with their cows in the back.

He turns back to you, a smug smile on his face. With defeat, you give in to his proposal. “Okay, fine,” you sigh. “We’ll try it your way.”

He grins, bowing slightly in thanks, grateful for you putting your trust in him. But it ain’t like you’ve got a choice at this point. But if you had said no, maybe he would’ve called the cops or something to help you. He seems like a genuine, sweet type of man…but then again, you thought the same about your ex before he cheated. “I won’t letcha down, missy. Now let’s getcha to your luxury suite!”

He turns and races off to his truck. As he does, the back of his flannel floats up, giving you a peek of his backside. Your mouth waters at the sight of his plump, firm ass in those jeans. Maybe you will have a nice time here after all.

After getting in your car and following Ace’s truck down the road, he takes you in the right direction that your GPS states. You decided to turn it on just to make sure Ace wasn’t taking you somewhere else. The drive is only eight minutes and finally, trees fall away to a beautiful clearing of brick homes and farms down a dirt road.

You finally come to your Airbnb and it’s just as cute in real life as it was in its photos. The white tiled roof and window outline combined with the buttery yellow color of the outside of the house reminds you of a frosted cake as you park your car in front of it. The house is located on ten acres of land that the owner owns and tends to, including a fruit orchard that you most definitely will enjoy tomorrow.

You go up to the azalea bushes planted at the white picket fence surrounding the cobbled stone walkway and steps. Bending down, you move one of the stones–a gray one shaped like a heart–and take the house key from under it. Ms. Chestnut made sure to tell you where to find it before she left.

Clutching the key to your chest, you turn and find Ace lugging your bags out of the backseat of your car, including your laptop case. As he does, you watch as his arms flex enticingly so. He has taken off his flannel, probably too hot in the afternoon heat to wear even the lightest of long-sleeved tops.

“Aaaand here we are,” he announces, bringing the luggage up to you. You go to take your suitcase, feeling bad for his work. “Oh, you don’t have to—“

“Nonsense! It’s barely heavy for me.” He gives you a wink before nodding at the locked door, looking just as excited as you.

You snort and unlock the door, giving way to a gorgeous living room with hardwood floors and a sunroom that meets an expensive-looking dining room filled with fine China dishes. On the left is an older-looking kitchen with a cartoon cat cuckoo clock and an adorable fruit-shaped cooking set and a washroom that leads outside to the back patio.

Ace whistles approvingly, looking around the house. “Beautiful place. I can see why ya rented here to write your new book. What’s it about, if I may ask?” He runs his boots on the ‘Welcome’ rug at the door before coming in with your luggage. He hands you your laptop before placing your suitcase and bag down gently on the floor.

You don’t know why you tell him, but something inside you tells you that it’s okay to do so: “Heartbreak.”

You watch as the cowboy pauses and then slowly turns to stare at you. You clear your throat to appear neutral and blasè like your past relationship and how it ended don’t still sting. “I didn’t just come here to write,” you explain. “I also came here to clear my head over my recent breakup. Working helps.”

Ace’s expression is unreadable. He stands with his hands in his pockets, his jaw working slightly. You now can see that he’s chewing gum. “Long term?” he asks. You nod, fighting back tears. “Three years.”

Three years of what you thought was the beginning of forever for you. You had met his parents; took trips with him; moved him into your apartment a year after you started dating. It was so nice when he came home to you after his shifts as a lawyer, the both of you snuggling with takeout and puffing on some weed to calm the nerves. You loved those nights with him.

But then those nights became ones of loneliness and suspicion when he wouldn’t come home till the AM. You started fighting and growing more apart until one day, while he was showering, you answered his phone on a call meant for him. Clearly, because the girl on the other line was asking you if you were still on for her place that night thinking you were your man���who apparently wasn’t just your man.

After denying it, he admitted to sleeping with his coworker for two months. “You were so busy with your books!” he had argued. “I needed you too, Y/N!”

Of course, that didn’t fly with you. As a grown-ass man, he was more than capable of communicating with you and never did. So, after three years, you ended your relationship and he moved out within a week. Learning to live without him is more than hard, but you’re learning with every step.

Ace whistles as if winded by your answer. “I’m very sorry to hear that, but one thing I know is that you won’t get no clearin’ your head out in the city. No offense.” He gives you a joking smile that brightens the room. “None taken,” you giggle. “That’s why I came out here.”

He nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “That was a good idea. You may never wanna go home though.” He stands there like a tall, sexy tree you’d like to climb. His personality and energy only make your attraction to him much worse.

You don’t know if he feels the tension in the air too, but his smile fades and his eyes fill with a spark you think you just imagine. Finally, he clears his throat and plasters on a smile. “Well, I’ll leave ya to it then. If you ever need anythin’, just gimme a knock across the way.”

You walk him to the door and he points down the road at a small ranch with a red barn where you hear distant neighing horses. “That little ranch next to the red barn is me,” he explains. You could walk there with how close he is. Knowing that makes your stomach twirl.

All you can do is nod and he bids you farewell before walking down the steps in his boots. You watch him, eyeing his flexing back muscles, suntanned shoulders, and the dusting of freckles on his skin like star constellations. He is almost down the road when you give in to your urges.

“Ace, wait!” you call. He stops, turning to face you. “Do you have a CashApp? Or I can pay you in cash.”

But the cowboy shakes his head, smiling at you. “Keep it,” he says. “Just lookin’ out for a pretty woman.” He tips his hat at you, that spark returning in his eyes. “Enjoy your stay, Y/N.”

Then he turns and walks off, taking that beautiful back and juicy ass with him. You decide right then that you’ll definitely enjoy your stay here with that cowboy being just one knock away.

*********

“Fuck, Y/N, you are soooo lucky!” Nami whines into your ear. “I wish I was laying out in the sun by the wate with my tits out too!”

“My tits aren’t out,” you snort. “I’m just in a bikini top.” You take a sip of your Moscato chilling in a glass of ice cubes and sliced oranges, sighing peacefully at the crisp, fruity taste.

Placing it back on the small table with your laptop, you look down at your phone screen where your beautiful, redheaded friend’s face is. It is the next day of your writer’s vacay and you’re spending it stretched out on the back patio in your bikini and sunglasses, lounging on a beach chair near the lake that sparkles and shimmers in the summer sun.

“That still counts!” Nanami argues. “You’ll get a tan for days! Why couldn’t you take me with you?” You scoff, rolling your eyes behind your ray bans. “Girl, aren’t you on an anniversary trip up in the mountains with your woman? Your Airbnb is just as beautiful as mine, plus you got a great view!”

Nami, your best friend and soulmate, is out in the mountains with her long-term girlfriend and soon-to-be-fiance, Robin who is so beautiful that you swore you had a crush on her when you first met her.

Both, along with a couple of other friends you’ve made over the years, surrounded you with love and support during your breakup. Zoro and Sanji, the married couple you’ve been tight with since you moved into your complex, even told you they’d beat your ex up if you asked them to. Of course, you said no, but you fantasize about it to make you laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s raining here,” Nami sighs, laying back on a pillow. “We’ve been cooped up in the house all day, but we do have a dinner reservation at a five-star restaurant tonight that’ll make up for it. She knows how to make me happy.” She breaks out into a dreamy smile you know all too well about.

“You’re so lucky,” you sigh, envious of your friend’s love. “You guys have been together for a long time though. Five years! That’s crazy!”

Nami nods, still looking in love and happy. “And it takes a lot of work, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. You’ll find that again, too Y/N…with the right person, of course. That scummy ex of yours was just a closed door.”

You peer out over the water, seeing a sliver of Ace’s farm through the thrush, green forest. From this angle, you can see the wagging tails of horses in their shed and hear the crowing of roosters. “I guess,” you sigh.

As if reading your mind, Nami discusses the man who has been on your mind since yesterday. “Well, how ‘bout you do some practice on that cute cowboy you told me about?” she suggestively purrs. “You are there for a week. Why not use it to dust off that–”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you cut her off, putting up a hand. “I’m not having any kind of sex with a stranger, no matter how cute or sweet he is. Besides, I don’t even know how old he is! He could be a fuckin’ teenager for all I know.”

Despite you making logical excuses for not going over to his house and hopping on that man’s dick right now, you still can’t stop yourself from thinking about him. Yeste​​rday afternoon, you went out into town to shop for some cute dresses and groceries for meals (including the wine), thinking this would help distract you from nasty thoughts of him.

But alas, when night fell and you finished your glass of wine and your much-needed blunt to end the evening, you​​r dreams were all about him whispering dirty, sweet nothings to you in his Southern drawl while he bounced you on his cock. You were so pent up that you had to relieve yourself with the toy you packed and then take a cold shower…both did NOTHING to tame you.

You want him bad. You’ve never felt such an attraction to someone before. Not since your ​​ex, anyway. It’s exciting but also alarming. ​​Your plan wasn’t to use a man to get over your breakup or writer’s block. Speaking of which, you haven’t written much of a first draft for your book yet. You most that you’ve gotten is a plot outline and you feel even that is lackluster.

“Well, who is he?” Nami pushes. “You didn’t even tell me his name!” You once again roll your eyes and lower your voice as if the cowboy can hear you over the lake: “It’s Ace D. Portgas.”

Nami’s eyes widen and her jaw drops. “Omigod!” she squeals into your ears, making you jump. “Y/N, I know him! You remember my friend Luffy’s adopted older brother? The one who owns his own farm?”

Your mind traces back to the moment any of this was revealed to you and you realize that it was a year ago during a trip to the zoo where Luffy gushed over the horses and said his brother trains them. “Oh, my God, that’s him?!” you gasp, laughing in disbelief. “The wealthy one? What a small world!”

“Now you have a reason to talk to him, girl!” Nami encourages you. You go over to his place, ask him for a drink, and spend the rest of your trip in his bed…and then you’ll take me on a cruise when he cuffs you.” She winks at you, but you know she’s serious.

“That’s not gonna happen,” you chuckle. “He’s a nice guy, but I didn’t come here to hook up with no cowboy. I came here to relax and write my book.” The redhead pulls a look, rolling her eyes. “And what better way to do all of that than get with a country boy? Besides, that would make for a great story.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Whatever,” you scoff as she giggles. “Just go and tell Robin I said hi. And if I do happen to build a relationship with the cowboy, she’ll be the one I take on a cruise.” Nami, with her dramatic ass, gapes at you. “Take that back!”

“Love you, byeeee!” You blow her a kiss before ending the FaceTime call and lowering it facedown on the table to avoid the sun burning the screen. You take another sip of your wine and then hunker back down to your book that you’re no closer to outlining.

So far in the plot, a woman named Suzi has received notice of a house she has inherited from her deceased grandmother whom she realizes has many secrets, including setting her up to marry Johnson, a wealthy owner of a wine garden that her grandma somehow knows.

But all those ideas go down the drain when you happen to look up and see the man who has been haunting your frequent dreams. And he’s shirtless. Though his back is to you, that doesn’t mean Ace’s back doesn’t make your stomach flutter like it’s filled with butterflies. He is busy tending to his horses, filling their drinking station with fresh water and cleaning out bails of old hay. His arm and back muscles flex in the sun that glints off of the sweat dripping off of his tanned skin. “Oh, fuck,” you exhale.

He’s a beautiful, beautiful man. You can almost taste the sweat off of his skin as you lick up his skin and neck. His back is tatted with a purple skull with a bone caught between his teeth. Your body reacts just as your mind does, arousal making you throb. “Dammit,” you sigh, slamming your laptop closed. You definitely can’t write in this condition. This man is making everything too damn hard for you!

Now you know another distraction won’t do anything for you. You need to just swallow your pride and fear of rejection, and just go over there!

To not make it seem like you just came straight out the house to see him, you go inside to strip off your bikini and change into some sneakers, running shorts, and a sports bra that holds up your girls. You take your phone and house key with you before cutting through the woods for a short time towards Ace’s place, lightly jogging as you do. The sun glints through the trees and sweat begins to gather on your forehead and under your boobs.

Finally, you cut th​​rough the woods to the front of Ace’s house and nearly scream at the sudden sight of a caramel-colored horse galloping in front of you, nearly knocking you over. “Suzi!” Ace calls. “Dammit, don’t run in the street!” He whistles, causing the horse to stop before she gets any farther away and flips her tail.

You turn, finding the shirtless cowboy standing behind you. You nearly combust at the sight of his cut abs, the silver bars in his pink nipples, and the scattering of tattoos on his skin. One is of a skull engulfed in flames on his shoulder and the others are two names inked across his wrists.

“Oh, hey!” he chirps, looking happy to see you despite your short-circuiting brain. “What a surprise. You decided to take a break to come see little ol’ me?”

He puts his hands on his hips, drawing your eyes to his V-line. “I-I was just takin’ a jog,” you stammer. “And I just wanted to thank you again for helping me yesterday. Sorry I was so hesitant.” Ace looks happy nonetheless and you think you even see his eyes quickly trace over ​​your outfit. “Don’t even apologize. You enjoyin’ yourself so far?”

He snaps at Suzi who comes tottering up to him, her hooves clicking. You nod, admiring the pretty steed. “Yeah, you’ve got a nice little home here. Went out shopping yesterday and did some writing today.”

The cowboy nods, petting Suzi’s side. “Uh-huh, I saw you soakin’ up those rays earlier…n-not that I was starin’ at you! I just happened to look over and see you.” His face grows adorably red at his jumbled words. It only makes him more endearing to you.

“I get it,” you giggle. “I came over to pay you for yesterday, but if you still aren’t gonna take my money, maybe I can pay you back with lunch or a drink?”

The words just slip out, possibly because of how confident you feel over Ace’s blush and nervous blunder. You don’t know what you expect, but definitely not what he says next:

“Oh,” is all he replies with.

The silence that follows makes you want to die. “O-Or not if you’re busy,” you quickly add. “Or if you don’t want to! I just wanted to repay you.” You bite your lip to shut yourself up, feeling as if you never should’ve said anything. That damn Nami! Why did she have to encourage you to do this?

But as luck would have it, Ace agrees. “I was gonna say yes to lunch, but I’m a little booked right now with the farm. I’ve got people tourin’ my place tomorrow, so I need to make sure it sparkles. Does dinner work better for ya?”

The horse’s tail flips as if to say, ‘Say yes, stupid!’ and you nod, speechless. “Dinner ​​sounds great,” you reply, doing your best to not break out into a big, goofy smile. The caramel horse softly winnies and Ace snorts, patting the horse’s behind. “This is Suzi,” he chuckles. “She’s extremely dramatic. I got two other ones at the stable.”

You smile at the horse, admiring the way her blonde mane looks in the sun. “She’s beautiful.” Unbeknownst to you, Ace admires you admiring the horse. “You like horses?” You nod, gently patting Suzi’s soft fur. “Love ‘em. I wanted to be a cowgirl every Halloween.”

“You wanna see the others? I can give ya a tour of the farm, if ya want.”

“Alright, alright, we’re comin’!” he calls. “And these are my Stallions, Sam and Sabo, named after one of my brothers. He lives all the way in London workin’ as an actor.”

“That’s amazing.” “They look like they need a brush, poor things.”

“It’s the heat. They shed a lot in the summer.” “Why don’t you let me?” you ask. “You seem so tired. Don’t worry, I pick up fast.”

“Just slowly brush their sides,” he explains, motioning his hands as an example. “It relaxes them. And don’t worry about scarin’ em; they’re well-behaved and they love attention.” “Hey, there, boy,” you coo. “I’m just gonna brush you.”

“Not bad for a city girl,” he whispers in your ear. “Oh, so you got jokes now,” you scoff. “Well, your horses seem to like me more than their owner. I think that proves I’d make a great cowgirl.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. “You ever ridden one before?” “Uh…no,” you hesitantly answer. “Not since I was six at a petting zoo.”

Ace gives you a smile full of mirth and trust. “You wanna try now?”

You have no idea what propels you to say yes, but suddenly find yourself standing beside Sabo in the open field while Ace straps a leather saddle on his back. He then turns to you and opens his arms. “I’ll help ya up,” he says, flashing you a smile. “And if ya ever feel uncomfortable, I promise you we’ll cut the ride short.”

“There we go,” he huffs. “Now up I go.” With a grunt, he carefully hoists himself up on Sabo’s back and straddles the seat behind you. You bite your lip at the throb you feel between your thighs at the feeling of his strong arms coming around you to hold onto the reins with you. His thighs and chest brush against your back, the scent of sweat and pine rolling off of him.

“Now, gently tug on the reins twice and click your tongue,” he instructs. Nervously, you do as he says, his presence a comfort for you. You wouldn’t know what to do with this big-ass horse alone. Sabo slowly begins to walk in the field, taking a languid pace that is relaxing and not at all as scary​​ as you thought.

“See?” Ace laughs. “Not bad, right? You can use the reins to steer him or go faster, just like a car. If ya want him to stop, just tug on the reins once. If ya wanna go a little faster, just snap the reins so he’ll totter, like this.”

He helps you give them a slight snap and Sabo picks up the pace. You gasp as you feel his back jump with you and Ace on top, your body instantly tensing.

“Hang on,” he chuckles. “It’ll get a little bumpy.” You side-eye him, your heart about to explode out of your chest. “A little?” you scoff and that makes him laugh even harder.

His thumbs begin to stroke your knuckles, trying to calm you down. “You’re so sense, sweetie,” he coos. “I promise you’re okay. Just enjoy the ride.” His voice is soft and reassuring, only arousing you more.

However, despite the images of him fucking you stupid in your mind, you fight against your visceral reaction to change and relax. “Good, good!” he praises. “You really are a fast learner! Good boy, Sabo! Take us home!”

Sabo turns around and totters back to the farm, bouncing you on top. You giggle, feeling free with the sun and wind in your hair. When Sabo comes to a stop, Ace jumps off first.

He holds out his arms for you and you reach down, clinging yourself to him as he takes you off of the horse. Once your feet are on the ground, you sigh, relieved, but an underwhelming feeling descends upon you at ground level again. It was exciting being on Sabo’s back above ground, but you think most of the thrilling, excited feeling you got was from Ace being so close to you.

“Nicely done, city girl. I knew ya had it in ya to ride a horse.” “Well, it helps when I’ve got a great teacher, country boy,” you giggle, but it comes out way more seductive than you meant it to.

Thank goodness the splashing sounds of the horses slurping down their water stops you because who knows what would’ve happened? “Uh…drink?” he sheepishly asks. “I’ve got fresh lemonade in the fridge.”

But as soon as you’re in the house, Ace suddenly whirls you around to face him and grabs you before his lips finally mesh with yours. You make a small noise of surprise as he twirls you around, but it quickly melts into a soft moan as his soft, juicy lips press against yours. They are just as heavenly as you thought they’d be. The kiss is tentative and careful at first, but the more you press into him, the more passionate and open Ace becomes.

His tongue slowly licks your bottom lip and you part your lips, granting him access. The taste of whiskey on his tongue and the wet, sucking sounds of your heavy makeout make your shorts feel tighter and your nipples hard under your bra. Ace’s hands caress your back while your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until you’re sharing the same air.

When he pulls away, he is softly panting and his eyes are ablaze. “Sorry,” he pants. “I just couldn’t resist. I’ve been wantin’ to do that since yesterday.”

You smile, leaning in to peck his lips again. You can’t get enough of him now that you’ve had him. “Don’t apologize,” you whisper. “I have, too.” Oh, and have you!

Ace smiles, looking pleased to hear this. You’re just as happy to know that he’s been sweating over you the way you have been for him since yesterday. “You’re here for a week, right?” he huskily asks and you nod, too afraid to speak. You don’t want to ruin this.

His big hands slide down lower and lower until they meet your ass. Finally. “Then if it’s alright with you, darlin’, I’d like to make your first time out in the country one you’ll never forget. If this is just a summer fling to you then that’s cool. I just wanna make you feel good and make ya forget all about that asshole ex of yours back home.”

The passionate promise burning in his eyes is too tempting to resist. You run your hands down his chest, feeling him up and letting him know just how much you want this. “I’d love that,” you purr. “Now kiss me again, cowboy.”

Ace doesn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, his lips sweep yours up again as he grips you to him, his hands caressing your thighs. You’re so deep in his kiss that you barely feel the wall suddenly pressing against your back. You moan as Ace presses himself into you, his hard body like another wall squeezing you between the one behind you. He takes your arms and pins them over your head, stealing the air from your lungs.

He chuckles, smiling against your desperate lips. His hands move unde your thighs and he scoops you up with ease, making you feel oh-so little. He laughs at your little gasp as you find yourself hovering off of the floor in his arms. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he says. “You’ll enjoy this ride. Bedroom?” You nod, wrapping your limbs around him like a koala bear, and away he goes with you in tow, thunking around in his cowboy boots and hat.

You get a tiny tour of his place when he goes upstairs and finally makes it to his bedroom that is filled with sunlight pouring in through the window. “Don’t close the blinds,” you purr as he kicks the door shut with his foot. “I wanna see you in the light.”

He smirks, loving your freakiness. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs, tasting your lips once more. “Now if it’s alright with you, I’d like to get these clothes off ya.”

You giggle as he sets you down on the bed before joining you. “The feelin’ is mutual, cowboy,” you sexily reply. “Just leave the hat and boots on…please.” You feel your face grow hot as Ace laughs at your request, taking your chin in his hand. “You’re a freaky one,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip. “I like that. You’re a woman who knows what she wants.”

Of course, you are! Any girl alone with a sexy cowboy would know what they want and right now, you want this man naked and to fuck you dumb. As you share heated, sloppy kisses, you help Ace strip off your bra, kicks, socks, and shorts, leaving you in on your panties. He takes a moment to ogle your body as you stand between his thighs.

“Fuck,” he huffs and you grow hot, realizing that this is the first time you’ve heard him cuss. “You’re a work of art, babydoll…is it okay if I call you that?” If it ain’t your hard nipples that give him a yes, it’s the kiss you give him. “Yes,” you whisper. Yes to everything. Ace grabs you and begins to kiss up your body, gently sucking on your nipples and licking your neck.

“I’m all sweaty,” you whine, slightly self-conscious. The cowboy raises a brow at you as if to say, ‘And?’ before scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed.

Now on your stomach, Ace takes advantage by bending your knees and hiking your ass up for him. “Stop,” he chortles. “I’m from the South, darlin’. A little sweat don’t mean nothin’ to me…now pipe down and let me enjoy you.”

You’ve never been with a man who loves eating pussy. You’ve never been with a man that eats pussy quite like Ace. But you should’ve known when he finally got your panties down and finally saw your exposed, glistening pussy all for him. “Goddamn,” he exhaled before spreading your asscheeks and giving right into the depths of your cunt.

His first few licks are gentle and slow as he gets to know your body. He asks you what you like and what you dislike. What makes you tick. The fact that he’s so interested in what you want and like makes you even wetter. Once you tell him and he gets right to work, it doesn’t take long for you to melt into the bed as his mouth works your pussy.

You grip the pillow now, your moans, whimpers, and whines falling onto Ace’s ears like a sweet symphony of music. “Ohhh, fuck, Ace!” you sing into the pillow, pushing your ass back into his face. He welcomes you, his hands gripping and smacking each cheek in time with his magical tongue lashes against your clit.

“That’s it, sing for me, darlin’,” he coos into your pussy, his words slightly muffled. “You sound so fuckin’ good.” He then pulls away from your pussy to slide his tongue up to your ass, much to your enjoyment. While he does this, he takes one finger and lightly glides it up and down your slit, sending shivers and sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

“Your ex ever do this for you?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your lowerback. “Did he ever take care of you like this?” He moves down to give an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy, emitting a loud moan from you. “Or this gorgeous girl?” he purrs against your clit. “Tell me.” Gently, his finger begins to prope your hole, sinking into your folds.

You gasp, gripping the pillow. “N-No,” you stammer. Ace makes a noise of approval. “I knew it. This cunt of yers is just too damn wet for me…not that I’m complainin’. You taste so, so good, little darlin’!” His tongue slides down your asscrack to your clit again, sucking on it while he fingers you.

You are a writhing, squirming mess, grinding your hips back into him, riding that wave of pleasure. The more he licks, sucks, and strokes, the more that knot in your core tightens, threatening to snap and cause you to spill all over his tongue. But his ministrations also cause something else: need. A desperate, blinding, unbridled need for him inside of you. “Stop, Ace!” you beg and he does, immediately. “I need you to fuck me. Please! I wanna cum around your ​​cock!”

Ace pauses, taken aback by your request. But then you hear the joyous, thrilling sound of his belt buckle jingling and his zipper coming down. “So naughty,” he chuckles. “How’d you know I like naughty girls? You must’ve come outta my wettest dreams, babydoll.” You feel his cock slide against your slit, warm, hard, and thick.

You both moan as he taps it against your clit, his head nudging against the little bundle of nerves. “And per your request,” he says, laughter in his voice, “I’ll keep the hat and boots on for ya. But I want ya to look at me while I’m inside you, okay?”

Slowly, you turn your head and behold your eyes to the sexy man sporting his cowboy hat, boots, and nipple piercings behind you, his eyes burning with want. Your eyes trail down his abs and V-line to his thick cock and heavy balls that are begging to be tasted. But later. Right now, you need him in you. “Yes, sir,” you purr. “Now please: fuck me.”

Wordlessly, Ace grasps your hip with one hand and fulfills your request by taking his cock and sinking himself inside of you. His head sinking between your soft, wet folds cause you both to gasp, the contact explosively pleasurable. Ace goes slow, filling you to the brim with every slow thrust of his hips. It’s unbearable, almost agonizing how slow he’s moving.

Ace senses your change in demeanor and gently pulls out, leaving only his cockhead in you. “You alright?” he whispers, worried. “You’re shakin’ like a leaf. Do you want me to stop?”

The very thought of losing this feeling makes you desperate. You turn to him, your hair a sexed-out mess and your eyes lidded. “No,” you exhale, giving him a smile. “You’re just goin’ too slow.”

Instantly, all of the worry and uncertainty in Ace’s eyes disappear, replaced with only lust. A slow smirk stretches across his lips at your naughty request. “Well, why didn’t ya say so, darlin’?”

He pushes himself back in and grips your hips before pistoning into you, giving you the deep dick that you’ve been craving for months. A loud whine leaves your lips as he fucks you like you belong to him, causing your body to shake even more and that arch in your back to wobble. “Fuck me back,” he demands, his voice rough and raspy. “Don’t make me do all the work here. Take what you want from me, baby, c’mon.”

You push yourself up on your forearms and push back into him, tossing your ass back into his mind-blowing, bed-shaking, orgasmic thrusts that make you see stars behind your eyelids. Ace’s dick strokes every part of your insides while his hands grip your hip and one of your tits, molding the globe of flesh and teasing the tight nipple between his fingers. “O-Oh, my God!” you moan, your voice bouncing off of the walls. “Yes, Ace, just like that! Fuck me just like that!”

“Like what?” Ace asks, a smile evident in his voice. “Like…this?” He rolls his hips in a way that glides against your G-spot, causing you to damn near scream in pleasure. You just about hit high notes that would put Mariah Carey’s career in the dirt as Ace loops a hand between your thighs to rub your clit. You keep grinding back into him, much to his enjoyment.

He loves watching you move, your body so enticing while you squeeze around him. “God, darlin’,” he groans. “I can’t get enough of these hips. You ride me so well. Can’t wait to see how you ride my cock.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, still pounding your pussy like it’s his profession. “I bet you’d be so good at it. I bet you’d be my good little cowgirl, wouldn’t cha? Bet you’d make me cum deep inside this pussy.”

His tongue slips against your earlobe as he begins to suck on it. You loop an arm around his neck to bring him close to you, his sweat-sticky body pressed against yours as he ruts into you from behind.

When your orgasm begins to peak, you can’t stop it and you don’t want to. This feels too good.

“F-Fuck, Ace!” you gasp. “I’m gonna…gonna cum!” Ace hums in approval, moving harder and faster, frantically rubbing your clit with his thick fingers. “Do it,” he practically begs. “Cum for me. Give me what I need.”

When you cum, you cum hard. It is so intense that it takes you a minute to make any noise as the rush of pleasure hits you, but once it does, you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make as you gush all around Ace’s cock. He grunts as your pussy hugs him, squeezing him like a vice as you coat his shaft in your cum.

“Thatta girl,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You softly whimper in acknowledgment, gripping the sheets as you ride your orgasm wave.

Once your high fades, Ace quickly pulls out as if you’ve burned him with your pussy, desperate to not cum yet. “Shit,” he hisses. “Look at how messy you made me, baby. You’ve gotta clean it up now.” He sticks his cock, shining in your juices, in your face, a lust-filled expression on his face.

The orgasm has done something to you, turning you into an insatiable, needy little slut. Suddenly feral and in need of him, you swallow his cock and slurp up all of your cum, even taking his balls in your mouth when you can. But when you’re too busy gagging all over his dick, you massage them in one hand with the other plays with his pierced nipples. Ace is enjoying himself immensely. He can’t believe his luck having such a beautiful woman in his bed, let alone a celebrity, sucking him off and teasing his overly-sensitive nipples.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he moans, tilting his head back at the feeling. “You keep doin’ all of that and I’ll cum. I still need more of ya.”

You hum in agreement, slipping off of his cock with a soft pop that your wet lips make. You look up at him through hooded eyes, making him so hard that it becomes painful. “If ya still want another round, I want you to ride me,” he huskily requests. “I wanna see this body bounce on top of me while I finally bust inside of you.”

You shiver, immediately soaked from the idea. Wordlessly, you stand on your knees and brace your hands on his chest before shoving him down onto the bed. He laughs, the sound making your heart melt, but it’s quickly replaced with a desperate moan as you climb on top of him, mounting him like he’s your own personal Stallion…or dildo. He doesn’t seem like he’d protest either.

But as you wrap a hand around his cock and bring it to meet your pussy, he stops you. “Wait, wait,” he protests. You stop, confused, until he takes his hat off and places it on your head. “Now ya look the part,” he comments, making you giggle. “Now ride me like a good little cowgirl.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You come down to take his cock inside of you, drawing a moan out of both of you once your tight, wet walls squeeze around him. Bracing your feet on the bed as you straddle Ace, you place one hand on his chest and slowly begin bouncing, becoming used to how he feels in this position. He is so deep, touching every single part of you, stretching you out more than he did in doggy.

“O-Oh, my Go-o-od!” you gasp, each word punctuated by your bouncing. You tilt your head up to the ceiling as you roll your hips, grinding your clit against Ace’s pelvis. The pleasure makes you throw your head back and your eyes flutter closed, each delicious burst of pleasure taking you on a ride.

Ace is enjoying his ride as well, watching you bounce that perfect pussy and body on his cock. “That’s it, babydoll,” he groans, gripping your hips. Y

ou ride him like he’s stolen, your gorgeous titties jiggling in his face. His hat perched on top of your pretty head is just as yummy–it’s the cherry on top for him. Watching you makes him want to make you yours; make it so no man, whether in the country or city, can ever have you again.

“How’s it feel?” he asks, staring up at your pretty face. All you let out is a pathetic whimper that gives him the urge to burst inside of you. “I know it feels good, darlin’, but I need your words. Tell me how that dick feels.” He begins to rub your clit with his thumb, causing you to let out a loud whine.

“S-so…so good!” you gasp, alternating between bouncing and rolling your hips, giving him more and more of that pussy every single time. “You feel so good, Ace!”

Suddenly feral, the cowboy leans up and swoops you into his arms, pistoning his hips up into yours from below. “Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” he pants in your ear, his voice low and tantalizing. “Tell me you love it.”

You’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear if it means he’ll keep doing this to you. “You’re the best, Ace!” you sob, gripping his shoulders. “You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had! I love the way you fuck me!”

That’s all it takes for the cowboy to keep fucking you stupid as you grind into him from above. The both of you fuck each other like you need it, the bed shaking and your moans echoing throughout the room. You kiss sloppily and messily, your tongues swirling with one another as your pussy squelches and gushes around his cock.

When your second orgasm comes, all you can do is let out a sob, your nails skating down Ace’s back and skull tattoo. He gets his nut just after you, letting out a loud “Oh, fuck!” along with a series of porn-worthy moans as he explodes inside of you. You gasp, feeling a gush of warmth flow into you as you cream all over his cock, your cum sliding down his balls that have completely emptied themselves inside of you.

The high is just as intense and as blissful as the first time, especially since Ace is joining you on this ride this time. You both share an exhausted, messy kiss before he exhaustedly falls back against the pillows, breathing heavily. You roll off him and fall beside him on the bed, his hat still on your head.

For a while, you both lie there in silence, panting heavily from the activity. The only sounds in the room are the birds chirping and the horses neighing outside, giving a very peaceful atmosphere after some good sex. Finally, Ace turns over to look at you. “So how ‘bout that dinner date?” he asks.

You burst into laughter and he follows, the both of you in a fit of giggles that feels just as freeing as the sex. “I could use a steak,” you reply once you calm yourself. “My treat.” Ace makes a face like he’s offended by the very idea. “My treat,” he corrects you. “You deserve it for that ride ya just gave me. You certainly knocked my boots.”

He wraps those big arms around you that you happily snuggle into, wrapping your own around him too. You feel so content and safe despite only knowing the man for two days. Maybe this is a sign. “Mine too,” you sigh. “Oh, and just so you know, I’m familiar with one of the names tatted on your wrists: Luffy. I know him.”

You watch as realization dawns in Ace’s eyes at the mention of his brother. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, excited. “You know my kid brother?” You nod, giggling. “He’s told me about you. Said your the brother that’s a cowboy, but I just forgot.”

He lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes you laugh with him, adoring his childlike personality. “Wow, what a small world!” he chuckles. “I guess in a way, maybe we were meant to meet each other.”

Though you wouldn’t have admitted it first, you think the same thing. If this blooms into something more, it could work. You could take the train to see him and vice versa…if he is interested. It isn’t just the sex you enjoy. You also enjoy talking to Ace. You love how he pushes you to try new things and is so in tune with your feelings. Most men aren’t, so whoever raised him did it well.

You also think about how great of a plot this would be in a book…and just like that, you have the sudden inspiration to write a new series filled with action, mystery, thrills, romance, and a lot of steamy sex with a cowboy who may or may not be inspired by the one you’re currently curled up with.

You look up at Ace, your muse, dreamboat, and possible summer-fling-to-not, with the same adoring, satisfied smile he gazes down at you with. “So steak dinner it is then?” he murmurs into your neck.

You nod, snuggling into his shoulder. “After round two,” you purr. “And a snuggle and shower….in either order.” You beam up at him, a hunger for him rising in the pit of your stomach. You don’t want to waste a minute of this week out in the countryside.

Evidently, neither does Ace judging by his hardening dick against your thigh. He takes your wrist and kisses it before rolling on top of you and grinding himself against your core.

“I can do all of that, little darlin’,” he murmurs. “You can even wear my boots this time.”

THE END.

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Caleb x MC “Beach Day”

Tags: Fluffy/Smut 18+ mdni | New Relationship | Grinding | First Time Fingering | First Time Hand job | WC: 4010 Love and Deepspace

The summer air warmed her skin the second she left her apartment. The beep of a car caught her attention and she turned to look, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun. 

Caleb waved from the driver seat, stuck behind several cars in traffic. She smiled and rushed over to the vehicle and hopped in before the light turned green.

The AC in the car cut through the thick haze of humidity that was already dampening her brow. 

As they headed to the beach, Caleb glanced over with each item she showed him. A couple of water bottles for each of them, his favorite sour candy, her favorite chocolate, fruit snacks, a bag of chips they both like and some cookies.

Caleb waved to the back seat of his car indicating the cooler he'd brought. He declared it filled with sandwiches he made for their lunch picnic and a few different sodas because, secretly, he wasn't sure what her favorites were anymore.

She adjusted the strap of her bathing suit top and pointed out the window as the ocean came into view. The undulating blue water sparkled invitingly against an equally blue sky.

Sand flew behind them as they ran to the beach, cooler and bags in hand. The two of them found a perfect spot to settle. There was a clear patch where seaweed hadn't washed up that was also a good distance away from other beachgoers.

Caleb tossed his shirt onto the towel she'd laid out for him and reached out his hand to invite her to go with him. Forsaking her cover-up and sandals, she grabbed his hand with a big smile and they rushed off to the ocean before them. 

Despite the warm air, the water was cool against her skin. It was easy to wade through the lapping waves with Caleb pulling her forward. They walked until they could sink down into the refreshing waters and enjoy a swim. 

Caleb went under first, wetting his black hair. He re-emerged, shaking his hair out and wiping water from his eyes. She laughed as the droplets splashed on her face. She dipped down too, the ocean water muffling the sound of wind rushing past and beachgoer's chatter. She stayed in the short infinity, floating weightlessly momentarily before coming back up for air. 

Caleb stepped forward and circled his arm around her waist. Her toes sunk into the sand as he pulled her forward.

“Hi,” She smiled up at her new boyfriend.

“Hi,” He greeted her back, a large smile playing on his face.

Despite their relationship being so new, it felt like they'd been together forever. The first few weeks we're sort of awkward, getting used to each other's company in a new way. They both gave the relationship the grace they knew it needed to bloom and grow and now, as they stood toe to toe in the shallows of the sea, they were finally in sync. 

Sunlight reflected off the surface of the water onto Caleb's face. A look of pure love enveloped his features as he bent his neck down to press his head against hers. Water droplets spilled down her face as her arms went up to encircle his neck.

When she realized they were about to kiss a giggle past her lips. It wasn't a nervous giggle. Instead, it was an excited one. A giggle that reflects how giddy her heart was in his presence. Caleb let out a small chuckle and rubbed his forehead against hers. 

“Did we establish if PDA was okay?” He asked, his nose rubbing against the tip of hers.. 

The waves kept her body afloat, picking her up off the sand and then gently bringing her back down again.

“Nooope,” She smiled, her cheeks heating from both the sun’s rays and her proximity to an impending kiss. “But we can establish it now.”

“Hm,” Caleb pretended to think. His fingers brushed her wet hair off her shoulder. He kissed the apex of her shoulder and then looked up innocently. “Is it safe to say, kissing in public is okay?”

Her heart happily kicked into gear. “Um,” She pretended to think, her eyes drifting off to watch a flying seagull dip towards the beach and catch food mid-air that someone tossed at it. “I think it's safe to say, yes”

“How dare you keep me in suspense” Caleb teased, his face moving closer to hers once again. He angled himself to the right, his violet eyes holding her gaze. “How should I punish you?”

Water lapped all around them, the flow of the ocean moving them to and fro from where they started. 

She hugged her arms around his neck closer, bringing his chest flesh with hers. The water, heat, and sweat made his skin feel sticky against hers. 

“You holding off is punishment enough.” 

He gave her a wicked smile “That's what I like to hear.” 

His lips, warm from the sun's heat, gently pressed against hers. Her eyelids slid closed as she drank in the sensation. She tried to commit it to memory, like Caleb always did, every piece of information she could about their kiss. The exact placement of his hands on her hips, the sound of the seagulls calling out, the rush of the ocean waves as they backed away from land, and the thump in her chest that just his proximity seemed to ignite. 

His fingers sunk into her flesh, his tongue dipped past her lips, and his wet hair tickled her face. Her legs lifted from the seafloor and wrapped around his waist. Caleb held her close in an embrace, his lips leaving hers only to change angles and kiss her anew.

The kiss lasted a while, before others began invading their space. They opted to regroup later, but for now, they had a beach day to enjoy. They swam in the ocean, dug around the sand to see who could find the coolest seashells, and bought ice pops from the bike vendor that was passing by. 

The popsicle juice dripped down her chin and landed on her bathing suit top as they lounged on the beach. The towel she lounged on was sandy thanks to the wind, but she paid it no mind as she listened to Caleb chat with a passerby about recent whale sightings in the area. He seemed to attract people anywhere they went. 

“They usually don't come this close,” Caleb said to her as the passerby left. 

“Maybe the whales had to change their migration route for some reason.” She added, licking juice from the popsicle stick before it dripped on her again.

When their sandwiches were eaten, and their bodies sufficiently exhausted from the sun, the two packed up to leave.

Caleb's car would be full of sand for the next week despite their efforts to brush it off their shoes before entering. He smiled anyway and happily tapped his hand on the wheel to the music on the radio.

She invited him up to her apartment to wash off and stay for dinner. Caleb readily agreed to the change in plans of his day and rattled off some dinner ideas as they rode the elevator to the 5th floor. 

They entered her apartment and emptied their pockets full of seashells into the bowl where she usually put her keys. The air conditioner had done its job while they were away, making her sigh in relief from the hot air her body had grown accustomed to. As they kicked off their shoes, she brushed the sand off Caleb's back. 

“Thanks,” He smiled at her, then quickly frowned “You've got sand all over your face and neck.”

He gently brushed his hands over her skin, making her shiver despite being warm to the core from the weather. Sure enough, granules sprinkled her carpet. 

“We should shower.” She said, pulling Caleb's cooler into her kitchen to store the leftover drinks in the fridge.

“‘We’ should?” He asked, a teasing tone lacing his voice.

She eyed him over the refrigerator door and playfully rolled her eyes. “I have to watch what I say around you now and how I say it?”

He let out a light laugh and rested his elbow on top of the fridge door. He watched her place the sodas in a row on the shelf. “You even have sand in your hair. I'll bet we'll be digging sand out of our belly buttons for a week.”

She turned the AC down to make it cooler in her apartment while Caleb plopped onto the couch. He brought his arm up to rest on the back of the couch and reclined “Ah, this is nice.” He said, closing his eyes. 

As she moved to the living room, she drank him in. His hair was messy from the salt water, drying this way and that. His cheeks and nose were tinged pink despite all the reapplications of sunscreen she insisted they do. He looked tired around the eyes, yet his face held the smallest hint of a smile. Caleb was content. 

A smile grew of her own and she slid onto his lap facing him. “Ooh, yes this is nice.” She teased. 

Caleb's eyes flew open in surprise before his body reacted by pulling her in for a hug. 

“I can't let my guard down around you, it seems.” His brows went up at his comment.

She hummed, a single finger tracing his sunkissed neck “Seems not. It isn't smart.”

“Oh? It isn't?” He questioned, his hand coming up to grab her wrists to stop her finger from venturing lower down his abdomen. He held her arm up in front of his face.

“Anything could happen, you know.” She insisted, adjusting her position to sit comfortably in his lap.

His eyes held hers for a moment, a familiar look of wanting crossing his features before retaliation struck that he didn't have to hold back anymore. He let go of her wrist and wrapped his arms around her. 

“Anything?” His voice was quieter.

The AC unit kicked in, blowing freshly cooled air into the space. The sun, which was now preparing to set, shone its spectacular rays through the living room window and spilled its light over the couple. 

“Even a meteor could crash down any minute,” She said, unable to help herself from cutting the tension. Despite their constant dates and hanging out, she still wasn't used to this more intimate side of Caleb.

He seemed to understand, smiling at her words and leaning back against the couch. “I see. That would be unfortunate.”

She felt the loss of closeness like a pang in her chest. She moved forward again, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

Caleb's brows rose, but he accepted the closeness. He took his chances tracing his fingertips over the curve of her jaw, the slope of her nose, and the edge of her lips. 

Kissing in private felt more heavy than in public. It had more implications, like the fact that they were alone and there would be no one to disturb them anytime soon. No one could be witnessing their intimacy that they'd need to stop for. It was just them, and the unshared moments that stretched ahead that were a blank slate. Possibility hung in the air as they gazed at one another. 

She swallowed the pooling saliva in her mouth and licked her lips. “Well, I can tell you what I'm down for. Out of anything.”

She wanted to pat herself on the back for being brave, especially when a flicker or something haughty flashed over Caleb's features. Did he like it when she took the initiative? She decided yes when his gaze dropped to her lips and he sighed.

“Tell me then. Don't keep me waiting.” His pupils dilated as he gazed at her.

She could tell his words were meant to be playful, but the seriousness of how he said them fueled her advances.

She was sure she was as red as a lobster, and it had nothing to do with her onsetting sunkissed glow. 

“This?” She said, kicking herself internally for it sounding like a question instead of a sultry exclamation. She decided to move anyway, closing the distance between them and kissing Caleb on his parted lips.

He breathed into the kiss as if giving it life. His hand was in her air-dried hair, while the other moved to her lower back. 

Her tongue touched his and they both took a sharp inhale. Would this ever become normal? Or had they both been pent up for so long that every touch between them would feel this electric?

His lips moved from hers, kissing along her jawline to her ear. 

“You taste…” His voice was a low whisper, his breath tickling her lobe causing chilled bumps to race down her arm. “Salty, like the ocean.”

Her heart galloped away in her chest. His lips trailed over her neck, nipping and kissing her sensitive spots. 

“And sandy?” Her voice was a sultry groan that she hadn't anticipated.

He huffed a laugh against the curve of her neck “Very,” His tongue teased her skin. “...but I don't mind.” 

She let her voice be heard as his kiss trailed to her bathing suit strap then lower to her collar bone.

His body's reaction was obvious where she was seated. He was quickly growing more turned on with each bated breath she released. She couldn't tell if she was bold, or if she was pretending to be, but she rocked her hips once nonetheless to see his reaction.

A groan caught in the back of Caleb's throat and he caught his breath where his lips landed on her cleavage. 

He pulled back, his half-lidded eyes locking with hers. “Do that again.” He asked, his hands sliding down her back to brace her. 

She did it again as their lips collided once more. Caleb used his hands on her ass to rock her hips forward into his lap. She adjusted herself for optimum pleasure, making sure his length was hitting her in the right spot, then rocking again.

Caleb moaned into the kiss, his whole body curving forward into hers. He braced his feet on her floor and used his balance to grind back up into her.

Sweat broke out on her brow anew. Their kiss was a frenzy of passion while they rubbed themselves on one another for pleasure. 

The shower would be delayed. 

As the sunset, her automatic lamps clicked on, bathing the couple in a warm glow. 

Caleb changed their positions, moving her down to lay on the couch while he fit himself between her legs. He kissed her neck and ear, rubbing his hard length against her clothed core. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself shamelessly on his hardness. It felt good, amazing even. She wondered if he could feel how wet she was as her bathing suit bottoms slid easily now against her slick center. 

Caleb's moans were everything to her. It skyrocketed the experience by tenfold and made her feel dizzy with lust. 

She felt braveness again as she reached down and palmed him through his bathing suit trunks. The arms he was using to hold himself up gave out and he rested on her chest.

“Please,” he hissed out, rocking his hips into her palm. “Hhh, yes” His sultry tone was new to her. She'd never heard him sound so pleasure drunk. 

“Say my name..” She whispered, genuinely wanting to know what her name sounded like on his lips when his voice was so lustful.

Caleb moaned her name, his hips eagerly bucking into her palm. He said her name again, and again.

He eased up, his lips coming to claim hers in an eager kiss. His hand slid from her face to her chest, then lower. 

“Can I…?” His palm moved down her stomach giving her massive butterflies. 

“Yes.” She breathed out, hands trembling from anticipation. 

His large hand slid down, cupping her pussy over her shorts. He rubbed as she rocked into his palm, making her lose all focus.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her body arching and flexing with this new intimate touch.

“Your turn,” He said, his lips finding her neck again. He whispered as his palm rubbed between her legs “Say my name,”

She groaned, her legs kicking out. Her full body blushed before she said “Caleb,”

He let out a harsh breath. 

“Again, again,” he demanded, “Please.”

“Caleb,” She moaned.

He stopped his rubbing, then his fingers dipped down the front of her shorts and bathing suit bottoms. 

“Caleb!” She gasped when his fingers brushed against her clit.

They trailed down the center of her pussy until they met their goal. 

“You're so wet,” He said, as if he was talking to himself. 

“Caleb,” she moaned his name again, this time louder. 

“I want to touch you here so badly,” He admitted, dipping a single finger inside her. He rubbed his hard cock against her thigh. 

“If feels.. Mmm, good," She admitted.

“Where does it feel the best?” He asked, moving his finger in and out, pressing down then up-.

“There!” She moaned. “Up, there, right there”

Caleb sighed, looking down at her. “Look at me,” his voice was soft and gentle. “Look at me, please.”

She peeled open her eyes and locked gazes with him. She'd never seen him so disheveled. She knew he'd never seen her in this state either. 

His finger brushed up against that spot again, and she moaned. Her eyes started to close but Caleb called out her name. “Keep your eyes on mine while I finger you” He spoke as if he couldn't believe his own words. “Just, keep looking at me. Tell me how you like it.”

She nodded, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His finger felt incredible against her g spot. Her legs squirmed with pleasure with each pump of his finger.

She kept her eyes on him, her stomach sinking like she was falling from great heights. 

Caleb studied her face, her reactions, and her body language as he fingered her. She was gasping and moaning under his touch.

“Now, how about here?” His wet fingers receded and moved up to circle her clit. 

She arched into the touch, her eyes closing against their will.

“Keep looking at me,” He asked, his voice laced with a plea. 

“Sorry, sorry.” she looked him in the eye again. “Yes, feels so so good, Caleb. Don't stop.”

A hint of amusement washed over his features. “Don't stop?” Realization glittered in his eyes. “…Do you want me to make you cum?” 

His voice alone sent her stomach into a flutter. She nodded, his cheeks burning red. “Yes,”

His slick fingers rubbed her clit up and down, side to side, circles to the right, and left. “How do you like it?” He asked breathlessly.

She almost laughed. Everything he did felt amazing, she couldn’t possibly decide. “All of it.” She squeezed his shoulders. “Anything. How you're doing it right now,” 

Her hips lifted from the couch as the pressure on her clit increased. 

“You don't have to say anything else when you cum. Just say my name. Okay?” Caleb's voice was like a warm embrace, a safe space amongst the crackling fireworks in her mind.

“Yes yes, okay-” Her words were rushed out.

She breathed heavily, her hands fisting his white T-shirt, pulling and pushing as her mind spiraled into ecstasy. 

Caleb leaned in, his eyes holding hers, looking from her left eye to her right eye. 

“Spread your legs a little more, okay? You're clamping down, it's hard to maneuver.” His free hand pulled at her chin to angle her face to him.

She gripped the fabric of his shirt and did as he asked, easing her legs wider. Her thighs strained, wishing to clamp shut with the mounting pleasure. 

“Oh, please don't stop don't stop don'tstopdon'tstop.”

“I won't” He reassured her. 

His fingers swirled in a tantalizing circle with quick succession around her sensitive clit. She bucked and rocked faster than before, her eyes breaking contact with him for short moments before she re-engaged with his gaze.

“Mhm, Caleb!” She didn’t recognize her own needy voice as the swinging pendulum snapped and pleasure raced through her veins.

“That's it,” He encouraged as her body throbbed in time with her pleasure.

“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb..!” Her eyes were glued to his as he witnessed her reaction.

Soon, she slumped back to the couch, her body easing away from his touch. She sucked in air, heart hammering away against her rib cage.

Caleb hummed, his brows pressing together in concentration still. 

“Did that feel good?” He asked, his forehead pressing into hers.

“Yes…” She huffed, “Yes it did.”

He smiled, cupping her cheeks in his hand and holding himself up by his elbows. “Then I want to make you feel like that all the time.”

Happiness flashed over his face before he leaned in and kissed her once more. A slow, eager kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

She pulled back, her fingers running through his salty hair. “I want to return the favor…” Her hand slid down his chest to his stomach. Caleb let out a low gasp. “May I?” She tugged at his swim trunks' tie.

“I won't last...” He admitted a bit bashfully. His eyes searched her face to gauge her reaction.

“It's okay. But you deserve some relief.” Her fingers snuck down his waistband and her stomach flipped anew. His skin was smooth here, soft, and warm. She moved further and felt the base, hard and straining. 

He rocked his hips into her hand, his gaze dropping down to watch her actions.

“Eyes up here,” She commanded. It was her turn to watch him.

Caleb’s gaze dragged up to her face again. He relaxed to one side of the couch and she scooted over to where they were almost side by side. 

She took him in hand, but Caleb did all the work. He rutted himself into her fist, thrusting eagerly as he pressed his forehead against hers.

His breath came rapidly, his movements sloppy yet eager. His hand slid down her back as he anchored himself to her. 

His cock was already leaking, impossibly hard, and swollen, eager for relief. He’d worked himself up when he was grinding on her. So much so that he’d been teetering on the edge since the beginning. 

He moaned as he fucked into her hand. She tried to match his pace, jerking him off with as much enthusiasm as he was showing. His pleasure stricken face made him look even more handsome as their eyes locked, making the moment even more intimate. 

He was right, he didn't last long. Without being told, her name was falling from his lips as cum soaked the front of his shorts. He throbbed in her hand, his hips stilling as he panted. The look of euphoria on his face would be ingrained in her mind forever.

She rubbed him after he stilled, coaxing out every last drop until he placed his hand on her arm to silently let her know he was spent. 

He collapsed to the couch, his eyes closing and his chest heaving. His large arms wrapped around her smaller frame and he hugged her to his broad chest. His heart raced against her cheek as she snuggled against him. She relished in his warmth when he tightened his arms round her. 

“Maybe now we can take that shower together.” She said, kissing his red cheeks and nose.

He huffed out a laugh. “Deal.” His speech was slowed as he recovered from the high. “But don't be hoggin’ all the hot water, got it?”

She laughed with a smile of pure joy on her face. It was like nothing had changed between them, yet everything had. 

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Hand Holding

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings:

Summary: You have a crush on Ellie but you're pretty sure she doesn't like you back. Modern AU (They're Teens)

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

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" Jesse stop! " I laugh, attempting to shield my face from the water being splashed my way. " You're gonna get water up my nose! "

" Never! You stole the last drum stick! " He complains, continuing to sends waves of water towards me.

" I'll save you! " Ellie's voice laughs from nearby. I feel a warm hand slip into mine. " Follow me. "

Ellie leads me away from Jesse. Slowly his splashing towards me begins to die down as he's quickly distracted by Dina who cannon balls directly next to him.

I lower my hand and finally look towards Ellie. Her back is facing me. Her light green swim suit nicely compliments her auburn hair which is damply hanging above her shoulders.

Suddenly I remember her hand is holding onto mine. I look down at our loosely intertwined hands.

We've always been close but never close enough to hold hands. The small action sends a wave of heat rushing up my cheeks. I turn my face towards the water, not wanting to stare at our hands any longer.

It's stupid. I have a crush on my friend and I know I shouldn't. We're just friends. Besides, she just broke up with Cat. She's probably not ready for a new relationship right now.

I need to get over this.

When we're finally far away enough from the others, Ellie turns her body towards mine, not letting go of our hands. " Are you alright? You look a little stressed. " She observes.

I glance up at her and send her a small grin. " Yeah yeah. I'm fine. Just thinkin, ya know. "

I let go of her hand, tapping my hand on the word thinking.

It's never going to happen.

Ellie sends me a look that tells me she doesn't totally believe me, but she doesn't push any further. She leans up against the side of the pool wall. She doesn't say anything, instead she points her face up to the sun. She closes her pretty eyes, letting the heat envelop her.

" I've been so stressed with the end of the tri coming up. " I take in a deep breath, trying to let myself calm down. " I'm worried about failing chem. "

Ellie's head lifts up. She looks over at me. A grin plays at the corner of her lips. " I have the perfect thing for you. "

" Really? What. " I ask, watching as she hoists herself out of the pool.

Ellie turns towards me, water dripping down her muscular body. She extends a hand towards me. " You'll see. Come with me. "

I accept her hand, my heart fluttering at the contact.

Ellie helps me out of the pool and we make our way into the house. Her hand stays wrapped around mine.

She leads me through the hallway towards the garage. " I guess we shoulda grabbed our towels. " She chuckles, glancing back towards the small puddles we're leaving behind. " I'll clean it up before Joel gets home. "

Ellie opens up her door.

Small lights twinkle around the room. Posters I helped hang up beam down at me.

I let out a grin as I spot the small stuffed dog I bought her a few months ago at a fair. She still has it.

Ellie lets go of my hand and a disappointment fills my stomach. It's quickly replaced with a shiver from the cold AC running through the room.

Ellie digs through her drawer before finally pulling out a small box. " Found it. " She sets the small box on her desk, pulling out a small joint.

" Whoa, is that fucking weed? " I ask, taking a few steps towards her. I peer over her shoulder at the white rolled item.

" Fuck yeah. " Ellie grins, looking up at me. She pulls out a black lighter. " Wanna smoke some? "

I chew on the side of my cheek, contemplating for a moment. " Fuck it. Let's do it. "

Ellie's smile widens. " Open your mouth. "

I do as she says, my eyes meeting hers as she places the joint in between my lips. She keeps my gaze as she lips the end of the paper, watching my expression as it begins to burn.

I slowly inhale, coughing immediately. " Fuck. "

Ellie lets out a laugh. " First time? "

" First time. " I agree, holding it away from me. I hand it to her expecting hand.

She places the joint in between her slightly chapped lips, demonstrating how to smoke. She slowly guides me through the process, making sure I don't die the next time I take a drag.

Eventually we get to the point where we can pass the joint back and forth. We sit huddled together on her bed, bare legs pressed gently next to each other.

I might not have Ellie as my girlfriend but I have her as my friend. And that's enough. It has to be.

[rosehipmecha]

You were destined for this job, one only you can do and one only you signed up for. No other independent would risk their life in a jury-rigged AC like this. Almost at the drop point you boot up your AC into combat mode early. The soft hum of the engine is interrupted by several warnings blaring and beeping which you quickly silence. Even in normal operation this thing was barely functioning.

You feel a jolt as the floor beneath your opens up to reveal beautiful clouds, the weather was on your side today. With a last check over of your systems you determine that it'll at least get you to the target. A loud clunk shudders through you as you're silently dropped over the target. The feeling of the freezing air rushing past your AC fills your mind, your actual body was warm and fine inside the cockpit but the neural interface was overriding that. For once, you knew this feeling of adrenaline wasn't just the usual neural feedback, that couldn't get you shaking like this. You break through the clouds, the target right below you, a watchpoint. You feel your stripped down AC suddenly being watched by hundreds of greedy eyes then hear and see the conformation as fire control radars pinpoint your location and smoke trails take off in your direction. With a deep breath you calm your nerves and push your AC into a full assault boost straight down. Your AC's thrusters scream with a power you've never known before, the feeling is incredible and one you need to feel more of. The first missiles fired from below finally start to come into range and bare down on you, with a flick of your control stick your dangerously bare AC easily rolls out of the way of the oncoming threat. The feedback from your link to this AC had to be jacked up, that felt incredible. Powerful lasers start lancing from the earth up to target you now that they're elevated, it seems the PCA was tipped off about your arrival but not the direction. With their most powerful weapons baring down on your and your altitude dropping rapidly you start making evasive manoeuvres that push you hard into your chair and send blood rushing to your brain and legs repeatedly. Even with the augmentations this wasn't safe but it was just so addictive. This feeling was unrivalled, you and your AC as one, the lingering heat from the path of dodged laser shots keeping you warm at this altitude. A large string of missiles comes from one of the heat signatures targeting you. Both your body and the mechanical one you control strain to move and alter course toward it. The internal computer catches up with your intuition and identifies the craft as your target.

AAP07. The lasers are getting close to hitting now, you can't keep the dodging act up for long and now kinetic weapons are in range too. Your heavy breathing from the strain of the manoeuvres gets mixed in with the hundreds of target lock warnings. Finally within your terminal phase you cut your assault boost short. With shaky hands your uncage your reactor and hear it start to spin up high and higher. The feeling of the power increasing inside of you takes over your mind. With the kinetics starting to hit and plink off your AC the rest of your body starts to go numb, making the building feeling intoxicating. You're brought back to reality by a horrible pain and searing heat that takes over your right arm as it's burnt off by a laser that only just grazes you. The enemy was right there. This was it. In the final moments of your flight you thrust your left arm forward, igniting the pulse blade it holds. Flicking a couple tacked on switches in the cockpit, you reroute power from the soon to activate assault armour into your pulse blade. The blaring warnings from start up return now, just louder and with more company. Your whole body shudders from the feedback as the energy channels to your left arm, pumping it all through the small pinhole that is your weapon. Your heart races inside your chest, the fake and real feelings being sent to your brain sending your body into overdrive. A glorious white light extends out in front of you, your eyes widen as the target in front of you engages it's shield just for it to be pierced cleanly through from one side to the other. A blinding blast takes over your view. Your cameras black out while your neural interface practically fries your brain with the feedback from it all. Before it manages to your reactor finally gives out, your AC completely shuts down as you fall. A sudden extremely loud crunch rings in your ears as you're slammed forward in your cockpit. You wake up, dangling from your seat, ears ringing, body aching and covered in sweat. A smile forms on your face. Nothing will ever feel that good again.

[daringdoombringer]

explaining my Skylander ocs terribly go

Cyroblast: basically froze to death and now doesn’t have a mouth for some reason

Spellfire: sentient fire who was given a suit of armor by a stranger

Raystrike: nervous bird princess who ran from an arranged marriage to be gay

Foreclash: incectoid cloud spirt who got teleported into a cave

Oil Jack: chaotic gremlin with a dangerous stick

Cool Factor: frost elf who got cursed with dragon powers

Heat Stroke: fire fox who helped the swap force destroy evilizers

Trick Black: enby magician that pulled an uno reverse on a millionaire

Mecha Quad: mechanic who rebuilt his legs out of spite

Shield Shocker: dragon prince with daddy issues

Ground Pound: goat

Spring Bloom: hoot loop zapped a tree and they exist now

Shade Ace: pilot turned necromancer who cursed himself by accident

Treasure Trove: Goldling pirate captain who was accidentally revived by mind magic

Silvan: cursed jungle faun who kinda just vibes idk

Mage Mantis: still barely has any backstory even for an SL Oc other than they kinda adopt Silvan

[thecreaturecodex]

Hiroko Mamushi

“Tsuchinoko real” © FurAffinity user Malificus, accessed at faer page here

[This is one of the main NPCs in a one on one game I’m running online for @strawberry-crocodile​. The Therian Institute introduced here is basically Alcatraz for lycanthropes, and I may very well write up more of the characters there as Codex entries throughout the next couple of months. I’ve been looking for an excuse to make a nagaji character themed around a tsuchinoko for some time, and this was a good opportunity. Her namesake, the mamushi, is a Japanese pit viper related to copperheads and water moccasins. ]

Hiroko Mamushi CR 6 LN Humanoid (reptilian) This woman is short and stout, with olive scales covering her body and a tousled crop of black hair. She wears heavy padded clothing sewn with iron plates, and carries a messenger bag packed with bandages, herbs and stranger remedies over her shoulders.

Hiroko Mamushi was born in Kalsgard, the descendent of Minkaian immigrants. She was blessed from an early age with an intuitive understanding of how animals work and how to heal, but conversely grew increasingly sensitive to cold as she aged. When she became an adult, she moved from working with horses in stables to becoming a full fledged zookeeper, as much to enjoy the warmth of heated enclosures as anything. She tried the traveling adventurer lifestyle, using her healing magic to support her party, but found it less to her liking than a roof over her head and steady pay.

And that’s where things went wrong. Hiroko didn’t fully read the contract offered her by the Therian Institute, a private facility on an island in Lake Encarthan, thirty miles southeast of Caliphas. Thinking it was an ordinary, albeit exotic, zoo, she signed on as a veterinarian, only to discover that the place is actually a private prison holding lycanthropes, monstrous humanoids, and other beast-men away from “civilized society”. This is her third year working at the Institute; she has continued to renew her contract despite her disgust at the prison in the hopes that she can at least make its inmates’ lives better. The other doctor at the facility, Melasai Hasani, is a violent sadist and worshiper of Zon-Kuthon; Hiroko spends as much time making sure any prisoners do not die from her rival’s ministrations as anything else.

Hiroko wears armor and carries a shield on her back during her usual work day, as she is ready for attacks from out of control lycanthropes or spiteful guards alike. Hiroko does not particularly like violence, but is willing to use it. She has spat venom in the face of an officer at least once to prevent him from beating a prisoner to death. She has earned the nickname “Needle Killer” from the guards due to her use of acupuncture in treatment, and accepts that sobriquet grudgingly. To deal with the stress of her job, she plays cards and dice with her few friends among the prison staff, and drinks more than she should.

Hiroko wears a wig as much to keep her head warm as anything else.

Hiroko Mamushi           CR 6 XP 2,400 Nagaji oracle 7 LN Medium humanoid (reptilian) Init +0; Senses low-light vision, Perception +8 Defense AC 20, touch 10, flat-footed 20 (+6 armor, +2 shield, +1 natural) hp 56 (7d8+21) Fort +6, Ref +2, Will +4; +2 vs. mind-influencing effects, poison, -4 vs. cold Offense Speed 20 ft. (30 ft. unarmored) Melee masterwork heavy mace +8 (1d8+2) Ranged dagger +5 (1d4+2/19-20) or venom +5 touch (3d6 acid plus blindness) Special Attacks channel energy (4/day, 4d6, DC 16), spit venom (DC 15, blind 1d6 rounds, 4/day) Spells CL 7th, concentration +10 3rd (5/day)—create food and water, cure serious wounds (DC 16), neutralize poison (DC 15), remove disease 2nd (7/day)—abeyance, bear’s endurance, cure moderate wounds (DC 15), hold person (DC 15), lesser restoration 1st (7/day)—bless water, cure light wounds (DC 14), detect undead, diagnose disease, endure elements, sanctuary (DC 14), shield of faith 0th—create water, detect magic, light, mending, purify food and drink, resistance, stabilize Revelation—Life Statistics Str 14, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 8, Cha 17 Base Atk +5; CMB +7; CMD 17 Feats Great Fortitude, Incredible Healer, Spit Venom, Virulent Venom Skills Handle Animal +10 (+12 reptilian animals), Heal +18, Knowledge (nature) +8, Knowledge (religion) +8, Linguistics +2, Perception +8, Sense Motive +5, Spellcraft +8, Survival +6; Racial Modifiers +2 Handle Animal (reptilian animals), +2 Perception Languages Common, Draconic, Minkaian, Skald SQ oracle’s curse (cold blooded), revelations (channel energy, healing hands, safe curing) Gear healer’s gloves, wand of cure light wounds, +1 kikko armor, masterwork heavy wooden shield, masterwork heavy mace, 3 daggers, antiplague (x4), acupuncture kit, healer’s kit, cold weather outfit, traveling garden, holy water (x2), wolfsbane, playing cards, dice, wig worth 15 gp, 25 gp

[shockwaveheatshield]

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First up is the Black Aces heat shield. These heat shields are all designed with the aggressive appearance and rugged characteristics that Venturator is known for. They give a slightly snug fit over the majority of 12-gauge shotgun barrels and look clean but provide needed protection from barrel heat. And if you’re in that situation at the range or on the street, you don’t have to worry about your hands flying off the gun. You have more important things to think about, and these heat shields by Black Aces help keep your hands safe and your grip on the part.

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In contrast, Shockwave heat shield are designed with functionality and fit front of mind. The heat shield line includes a figure of many fans standing: Shockwave Black Aces heat alter boasting all forms of lightweight, with nevertheless impassive compositions, usually anodized or parkerized. These shields are all designed so that you can install them without permanent modifications. That means you don’t have to deal with the hassle but still get a clean, custom look.

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[e-carlease]

This small SUV is based on the ethos of “dare to be electric” with strong and distinguishable Alfa features on what is described as a sporty and immersive vehicle. To configure your new Alfa electric SUV just head to the configuration page (https://www.alfaromeo.co.uk/configurator/#/junior/junior-elettrica/) and choose between:

Elettrica - from £33,895 this includes 18” alloys, Leggenda V-shield, adjustable armrest, 10.25” infotainment system, 10.25” digital cluster, wireless CarPlay, electrically adjustable door mirrors, rear parking sensors, 4-speaker sound system, rain sensor for the windscreen, climate control, keyless entry and start, adaptive cruise control, Fix & Go, heat pump and grey brake callipers;

Elettrica Speciale - from £35,695 this includes 18” Petali alloys, matte black body kit, dark tinted windows, LED interior lights, ambient lighting, 11kW AC charging, rear view camera, Bev interior sound, traffic sign information, lane centring and traffic jam assist; and

Elettrica Veloce - from £42,295 the details are yet to be revealed on the UK site.

But how does the Alfa electric perform? The two versions include  

Elettrica - The FWD SUV option will have a 50.8 kWh usable battery which will offer 0 – 62 times of 9.0 seconds, 93 mph top speeds and 115 kW (or 154hp). Expect a cold weather range of around 165 miles with warmed weather allowing for 225 miles – a combined range of around 195 miles on a full charge. On charging, the 11 kW AC max will allow 5 hour and 30 min 0 – 100% charging times with the 100 kW DC maximum allowing 26 minute 10 – 80% times. This EV has fuel equivalent of 155 mpg. This will have no Bidirectional charging capabilities. Nor can it tow. The Heat Pump is standard; and

Veloce - The FWD SUV option will have a 50.8 kWh usable battery which will offer 0 – 62 times of 6.0 seconds, 93 mph top speeds and 176 kW (or 236hp). Expect a cold weather range of around 155 miles with warmed weather allowing for 215 miles – a combined range of around 190 miles on a full charge. On charging, the 11 kW AC max will

[shocktrooper262-blog]

Carrier Attack,

March 30th, 2303 Fast Attack Force 58

Coming out of the black, FAF58 powered on and began launching their waves. Unlike the peacetime complement of 80 aircraft, today the carrier would be launching nearly 320 aircraft once you included things like EW and S&R craft. Each of the attacking forces totaled 80, a mix of F-72Bs, F-212s and EF-700s. EA-200s were also present, though they were on the 'deck' waiting for orders.

From the start, this was not a WMD area- but it was a supply station with loads of things parked in prime attacking locations. Panther IIs and Shadows locked on and began their attacks with SGM-960A and AGM-920Cs flying off rails heading to targets highlighted by radar and IR signatures. The 960s Hypersonic Gliders were for breaking up enemy heat shields and damaging internals with their shaped charges- while the 920s large 500kg warhead was overkill for the light things they smacked, but powerful enough to keep some of their escorts from getting underway or powered up.

Bright fireballs erupted from the station as multiple weapons smacked into it and its charges. Several cargo haulers were crippled by 920s slamming into them- others hit by 960s. Enemy counterfire began as a QRF jumped in with its fighters- at which point the SSM-120A, B and C got its first combat action. As and Bs made up most of the kills- though the C which was brand new served to be the only missile that wasn't underpowered when it came to dealing with light fighters. F-72B, 1st Carrier Division- 200th Fighter Wing, Piloted by Major Kah'lilia became the first double ace within moments of her fighter wing being engaged. They scored Four kills by missile, two by guns and six more by using the F-72Bs self defense laser system.

[spadilles-lair]

Tankiste Cold Weather Gear

This is an impression of a French tank crewman in winter gear. One may see this uniform on tankiste during the cold winter months. While the standard infantry soldier may wear the iconic sheepskin jerkin, the tankiste instead had to rely on their black leather coat during the winter season. This tankiste wears the Toile de Tente Modèle 1897 modifié 1914 as extra waterproofing. This variant of the tent had loops that would allow for two lengths of hemp cordage to be passed through the waist and neck area to allow the tent to be worn as a poncho. Waterproofing the tent was done using paraffin and alcohol thinner.

Knitted items would be issued throughout the entire war, created by French citizens at the homefront and quality checked by the French Red Cross. They would be passed onto the army Quarter-Master where they would be received in as standard issue winter gear. The Red Cross had pamphlets distributed to the civilian population which featured several patterns of knitted gear from blankets, shirts, and scarves, to fingerless mittens and comfort items like tobacco pouches. The knitted garments pictured here are 1917 Red Cross pattern examples. The first display photo shows a standard grey and blue knitted cap, worn at the rear lines or when resting. The knitted cap beside this is intended to be worn under the helmet at the frontline. Below these is a knitted helmet or balaclava. These would be worn below the nose or at the chin, and had tails or capes at the front and back that would fit under the uniform to secure the balaclava in place and provide extra insulation. Below this is a pair of knitted wristlets, to be worn under the tunic providing some hand and arm insulation.

To the right is the standard French Army folding lantern. Specifically, it is the Lanterne de Campement Monjardet Modèle 1910 with its Ersatz Lamp Cover. Many models exist of this pattern and design slightly varies between manufacturers. All examples would be accepted into the army as a regulation item. These would be issued to Corporals to provide necessary lighting at night. Tankiste would also be provided with an electric lamp for their tanks, and the tankiste could also purchase an electric flashlight to give light inside the tank when performing maintenance duties. The candlelit Monjardet lamp folds into a triangular lamp with a hanging handle at the top and a holding handle on the back. The candle is pinned to the bottom panel by a spike and the rear panel is reflective which directs more light outward towards the front. Transparent mica is used as the clear shielding and can be slid out and replaced when it eventually gets damaged from the heat. Holes in the side panels allow for air to pass through and a small vent is placed at the top panel to disperse smoke. Overall, these lanterns were well liked with the troops as its design provided decent light coverage at night while being very compact when stowed.

Below this is a smoking pipe, lighter, and tobacco case. Nothing much to be said here - many smoked as a pastime during this period. The lighter is a commercial 'trench art' lighter, not created by the soldiers themselves but made to look like the examples that were created in the trenches. This style of 'trench art' item was popular among the civilian population and soldiers alike. It resembles an artillery shell with the cap closed, and removing the cap shows the petrol lighter ignition piece. The brass ignition piece can be removed which reveals cotton balls that absorb the liquid fuel. Beside this is a French 32 card manille deck. Manille was a very popular card game among the French at the time period. A tax stamp is placed on the Ace of Clubs which was a common sight on French playing cards. To the right of this is a board game called Solitaire. It consists of a wooden board with 36 removable pegs where the objective of the game is to clear the board of all but one of the pieces by jumping, horizontally or vertically, over an adjacent piece and removing it from the board. These types of time wasting and socializing games were available to soldiers in military bazaars. A light blue wool pocket was provided for this Solitaire example.

[bobapril]

Long description ahead, sorry.

The "promotion path" for a city carrier in the USPS is basically nonexistent. You get seniority raises. The only change you actually affect is picking which route you get. When you first make career status, you get put on the route no carrier senior to you wanted. Then as people retire, everyone gets the chance to "bid" into their route, and the most senior person who wants it, gets it.

But things change on your route outside your control, too. Businesses come and go. Neighborhoods grow, or go vacant, apartment complexes get built, even the basic amount of mail people send and receive changes over time. So management from time to time checks each route to make sure it is still a true eight-hour job - it hasn't grown so much that you need overtime every day, and it hasn't shrunk so much that you're just wasting time out there. Management literally counts every piece of mail you get for a week, AND rides along with you to see that you're working efficiently.

Before you make career you're a temp guy just running whichever route is vacant that day, taking a piece of a route where the regular carrier needs help, and basically running flat-out the whole time, because management likes to overload you. You're not responsible for marking mailboxes, keeping track of where people might have moved out without notice, lots of little ongoing tasks to keep things running smoothly that just aren't your job.

So when you get your first route, you likely keep that same fast pace. And you kinda HAVE to - there's a reason nobody else wanted that route, it's gonna be tough to get it done in eight hours. And that's where pacing yourself starts to come in. The rules say that the route is supposed to average eight hours at YOUR pace. Not the pace of any carrier who came before you, or the 25-year-old temp who works at a dead sprint all day, or anyone but you. So you have to set a FAIR pace. Mondays are heavy because there's no delivery on Sunday and a lot of businesses are closed Saturday. Moe faster. Some days, usually on a weekly schedule, EVERY house gets a packet of coupons - that slows you down, you don't get to skip anyone. Other days are light - that's when you do your route maintenance. And then there's the weather - always changing, and it always sucks. Apartment cluster boxes with no overhead cover - trying to shield the mail from the rain while you stuff it in all the boxes, keeping the wind from blowing it out of your hands. Heat - the new trucks are supposed to have AC, but I bet YOUR office still has the old ones with a 4-inch fan on the black-painted dash as your only relief. December - so many packages you have to work overtime, and it gets dark early, so you're using a headband light just to read the addresses on the letters.

You HAVE to pace yourself, every day. Set a pace on a beautiful spring day with light mail that you can maintain on a rainy December Monday. In fact, set a pace that good day that you can maintain on a bad one - twenty tears from now, when your knees are wrecked and your shoulder hurts and your prostate had you up every two hours last night. Because once you've shown you can run it at your best speed, management is going to expect you to set that speed every day - forever.

There's guys who can't learn that. They set a quick pace, and then just keep it up. They learn all the little tricks that no one else knows that let them just barely keep up on that specific route. They ignore route maintenance, they just keep all the changes in their heads. They set their self-esteem by getting back on time, no matter what. The poor temps that get stuck on their route from time to time wind up doing two or three hours of overtime, because even the young kids can't manage it. Then something happens - a new apartment complex, changing a road to one-way, are an injury - and suddenly even THEY can't manage the monster they created. So they retire, or they bid off onto another route…and that's the route nobody wants that the poor new career guy gets stuck on.

This is so clearly obvious in a postal route, with defined metrics and people tracking you and all that - but it applies everywhere. You're GOING to have bad days, and you need to expect that. Don't set a pace on your good days that you're going to be expected to meet on your worst days without thinking it through.

trying your best does not mean putting an unbearable amount of strain on yourself.

[discoprince1991]

My Pokémon Teams for the BG3 Companions

So, I did this for fun, and decided to create Pokemon teams for all of the companions in Baldur’s Gate 3, including the default Dark Urge. I did not do one for Tav since Tav is completely an OC, whereas at least with the Dark Urge, even though they are also customizable, there is a base one you can use without changing anything if you want. My rules for myself were that each of them had to have a Starter Pokemon and no Legendaries/Mythicals/Ultra Beasts/Paradox Pokemon/etc. So, here they are:

Lae’zel

-Hisuian Samurott (Ability: Sharpness) (Item: Assault Vest) (Aqua Cutter, Ceaseless Edge, Aerial Ace, X-Scissor) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Aegislash (Ability: Stance Change) (Item: Leftovers) (King’s Shield, Iron Head, Shadow Ball, Brick Break) (Tera Type: Ghost)

-Hitmonchan (Ability: Iron Fist) (Item: Life Orb) (Fire Punch, Thunder Punch, Ice Punch, Drain Punch) (Tera Type: Fighting)

-Orbeetle (Ability: Frisk) (Item: Light Clay) (Light Screen, Reflect, Bug Buzz, Psychic) (Tera Type: Psychic)

-Toxicroak (Ability: Anticipation) (Item: Black Sludge) (Poison Jab, Cross Chop, Bullet Punch, Ice Punch) (Tera Type: Poison)

-Salamence (Ability: Intimidate) (Item: Weakness Policy) (Dragon Pulse, Air Slash, Flamethrower, Tailwind) (Tera Type: Fire)

Shadowheart

-Hisuian Typhlosion (Ability: Frisk) (Item: Heat Rock) (Lava Plume, Infernal Parade, Sunny Day, Solar Beam) (Tera Type: Ghost)

-Zoroark (Ability: Illusion) (Item: Focus Sash) (Night Daze, Confuse Ray, Sludge Bomb, Toxic) (Tera Type: Poison)

-Lunatone (Ability: Levitate) (Item: Light Clay) (Light Screen, Reflect, Psychic, Power Gem) (Tera Type: Psychic)

-Lycanroc Midnight Form (Ability: No Guard) (Item: Choice Band) (Stone Edge, Close Combat, Sucker Punch, Play Rough) (Tera Type: Fighting)

-Galarian Slowking (Ability: Regenerator) (Item: Life Orb) (Eerie Spell, Sludge Wave, Shadow Ball, Nasty Plot) (Tera Type: Poison)

-Florges Blue Flower (Ability: Terrain Extender) (Item: Leftovers) (Moonblast, Grassy Terrain, Giga Drain, Psychic Noise) (Tera Type: Fairy)

Astarion

-Greninja (Ability: Protean) (Item: Focus Sash) (Surf, Dark Pulse, Ice Beam, Toxic Spikes) (Tera Type: Dark)

-Crobat (Ability: Infiltrator) (Item: Black Sludge) (Cross Poison, Brave Bird, Leech Life, Steel Wing) (Tera Type: Flying)

-Mr. Rime (Ability: Screen Cleaner) (Item: Heavy-Duty Boots) (Rapid Spin, Freeze-Dry, Psychic, Drain Punch) (Tera Type: Psychic)

-Houndstone (Ability: Fluffy) (Item: Leftovers) (Last Respects, Shadow Sneak, Will-O-Wisp, Dig) (Tera Type: Ghost)

-Gardevoir (Ability: Trace) (Item: Life Orb) (Attract, Draining Kiss, Psyshock, Moonblast) (Tera Type: Fairy)

-Drapion (Ability: Sniper) (Item: Black Sludge) (Poison Jab, Crunch, Leech Life, Toxic) (Tera Type: Poison)

Gale

-Meowscarada (Ability: Protean) (Item: Choice Scarf) (Flower Trick, Knock Off, Sucker Punch, Play Rough) (Tera Type: Fairy)

-Glimmora (Ability: Toxic Debris) (Item: Focus Sash) (Stealth Rocks, Sludge Wave, Power Gem, Explosion) (Tera Type: Normal)

-Alolan Persian (Ability: Fur Coat) (Item: Assault Vest) (Dark Pulse, Shadow Ball, Hyper Voice, Tera Blast) (Tera Type: Flying)

-Hatterene (Ability: Magic Bounce) (Item: Quick Claw) (Dazzling Gleam, Psychic, Calm Mind, Trick Room) (Tera Type: Psychic)

-Electivire (Ability: Vital Spirit) (Item: Expert Belt) (Supercell Slam, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Earthquake) (Tera Type: Electric)

-Metagross (Ability: Clear Body) (Item: Air Balloon) (Meteor Mash, Zen Headbutt, Body Press, Giga Impact) (Tera Type: Steel)

Wyll

-Quaquaval (Ability: Moxie) (Item: Focus Sash) (Aqua Step, Close Combat, Ice Spinner, Swords Dance) (Tera Type: Water)

-Ceruledge (Ability: Weak Armor) (Item: Leftovers) (Bitter Blade, Shadow Claw, X-Scissor, Solar Blade) (Tera Type: Fire)

-Houndoom (Ability: Unnerve) (Item: Assault Vest) (Flamethrower, Dark Pulse, Shadow Ball, Sludge Bomb) (Tera Type: Dark)

-Salazzle (Ability: Corrosion) (Item: Black Sludge) (Burning Jealousy, Sludge Wave, Attract, Toxic) (Tera Type: Poison)

-Dracozolt (Ability: Volt Absorb) (Item: Air Balloon) (Bolt Beak, Breaking Swipe, Earthquake, Aerial Ace) (Tera Type: Electric)

-Kingambit (Ability: Supreme Overlord) (Item: Focus Sash) (Kowtow Cleave, Iron Head, Brick Break, Iron Defense) (Tera Type: Fighting)

Karlach

-Incineroar (Ability: Intimidate) (Item: Life Orb) (Flare Blitz, Darkest Lariat, Drain Punch, Trailblaze) (Tera Type: Fire)

-Haxorus (Ability: Mold Breaker) (Item: Assault Vest) (Outrage, Iron Head, Brick Break, Breaking Swipe) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Machamp (Ability: Guts) (Item: Flame Orb) (Drain Punch, Facade, Throat Chop, Cross Chop) (Tera Type: Fighting)

-Revavroom (Ability: Filter) (Item: Leftovers) (Spin Out, Poison Jab, Magnet Rise, Temper Flare) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Pawmot (Ability: Iron Fist) (Item: Expert Belt) (Thunder Punch, Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Mach Punch) (Tera Type: Electric)

-Malamar (Ability: Contrary) (Item: Leftovers) (Foul Play, Psycho Cut, Lunge, Superpower) (Tera Type: Psychic)

Halsin

-Torterra (Ability: Shell Armor) (Item: Rocky Helmet) (Earthquake, Seed Bomb, Stone Edge, Crunch) (Tera Type: Grass)

-Ursaluna (Ability: Guts) (Item: Flame Orb) (Earthquake, Facade, Drain Punch, Heavy Slam) (Tera Type: Ground)

-Sirfetch’d (Ability: Scrappy) (Item: Assault Vest) (Meteor Assault, Leaf Blade, Throat Chop, Poison Jab) (Tera Type: Fighting)

-Hisuian Zoroark (Ability: Illusion) (Item: Throat Spray) (Bitter Malice, Hyper Voice, Flamethrower, Icy Wind) (Tera Type: Ghost)

-Kangaskhan (Ability: Inner Focus) (Item: Heavy-Duty Boots) (Body Slam, Brick Break, Thunder Punch, Outrage) (Tera Type: Dragon)

-Lycanroc Midday Form (Ability: Sand Rush) (Item: Focus Sash) (Sandstorm, Trailblaze, Dig, Stone Edge) (Tera Type: Rock)

Minthara

-Chesnaught (Ability: Bulletproof) (Item: Rocky Helmet) (Spiky Shield, Seed Bomb, Body Press, Iron Head) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Ariados (Ability: Sniper) (Item: Quick Claw) (Sticky Web, Toxic Spikes, Lunge, Poison Jab) (Tera Type: Poison)

-Weavile (Ability: Pressure) (Item: Assault Vest) (Throat Chop, Ice Spinner, Shadow Claw, Low Sweep) (Tera Type: Dark)

-Froslass (Ability: Cursed Body) (Item: Life Orb) (Shadow Ball, Ice Beam, Draining Kiss, Psychic) (Tera Type: Ghost)

-Gallade (Ability: Sharpness) (Item: Expert Belt) (Psycho Cut, Sacred Sword, Night Slash, Aqua Cutter) (Tera Type: Fighting)

-Paldean Tauros Blaze Breed (Ability: Intimidate) (Item: Rocky Helmet) (Raging Bull, Trailblaze, Earthquake, Close Combat) (Tera Type: Fire)

Jaeheria

-Hisuian Decidueye (Ability: Scrappy) (Item: Quick Claw) (Leaf Blade, Triple Arrows, Aerial Ace, Shadow Claw) (Tera Type: Flying)

-Liepard (Ability: Limber) (Item: Assault Vest) (Foul Play, Play Rough, U-Turn, Seed Bomb) (Tera Type: Dark)

-Alolan Marowak (Ability: Rock Head) (Item: Thick Club) (Shadow Bone, Flare Blitz, Bonemerang, Thunder Punch) (Tera Type: Fire)

-Kricketune (Ability: Technician) (Item: Focus Sash) (X-Scissor, Trailblaze, Aerial Ace, Night Slash) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Beartic (Ability: Swift Swim) (Item: Damp Rock) (Rain Dance, Ice Punch, Liquidation, Earthquake) (Tera Type: Water)

-Decidueye (Ability: Long Reach) (Item: Life Orb) (Spirit Shackle, Giga Drain, Air Slash, Low Kick) (Tera Type: Fighting)

Minsc

-Emboar (Ability: Reckless) (Item: Assault Vest) (Flare Blitz, Wild Charge, Drain Punch, Scald) (Tera Type: Fire)

-Morpeko (Ability: Hunger Switch) (Item: Leftovers) (Aura Wheel, Seed Bomb, Psychic Fangs, Fire Fang) (Tera Type: Psychic)

-Kleavor (Ability: Sharpness) (Item: Razor Shell) (X-Scissor, Stone Axe, Night Slash, Aerial Ace) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Tyranitar (Ability: Unnerve) (Item: Focus Sash) (Stone Edge, Crunch, Earthquake, Ice Punch) (Tera Type: Rock)

-Perrserker (Ability: Tough Claws) (Item: Assault Vest) (Iron Head, Trailblaze, Aerial Ace, Close Combat) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Breloom (Ability: Poison Heal) (Item: Toxic Orb) (Seed Bomb, Brick Break, Rock Slide, Poison Jab) (Tera Type: Fighting)

The Dark Urge

-Charizard (Ability: Blaze) (Item: Heavy-Duty Boots) (Flamethrower, Scorching Sands, Air Slash, Dragon Pulse) (Tera Type: Dragon)

-Baxcalibur (Ability: Thermal Exchange) (Item: Clear Amulet) (Icicle Crash, Outrage, Iron Head, Earthquake) (Tera Type: Ice)

-Alolan Raichu (Ability: Surge Surfer) (Item: Electric Seed) (Thunderbolt, Psychic, Surf, Electric Terrain) (Tera Type: Electric)

-Shiftry (Ability: Pickpocket) (Item: Focus Sash)(Leaf Blade, Dark Pulse, Rock Tomb, Extrasensory) (Tera Type: Steel)

-Grimmsnarl (Ability: Frisk) (Item: False Surrender, Spirit Break, Stomping Tantrum, Thunder Wave) (Tera Type: Dark)

-Annihilape (Ability: Defiant) (Item: Expert Belt) (Rage Fist, Close Combat, Thunder Punch, Poison Jab) (Tera Type: Fighting)

I think the reason I picked most of them should be fairly easy to figure out. But if you would like me to explain some of my picks or disagree or wanna discuss them, feel free to comment.