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Tac-14 heat shield

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[strawbeerossi]

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.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

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

Pairing: Ace D. Portgas x Black!Fem!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+; Author!Reader; Cowboy!Ace; 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.

[sara-scribbles]

could you write something where sebek gets turned into a cat and his so takes care of him?

Hissy Green Kitty

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Sebek Zigvolt/GN!Reader Word Count: 2,277 Notes: Cue another accident in Crewel’s class 😅 Warnings: None

“It's a dried lizard tail.”

“NO! It is a fresh lizard tail!”

Sighing, you rub your temples while glaring back at Sebek. Despite your obvious affection for him, sometimes he could be bullheaded.

“Sebek, Professor Crewel definitely said dried lizard tails. I even wrote it down.” You tap your notebook.

“You must have misheard! He said a fresh lizard tail!” His brows drew together as he waved around the jar of fresh lizard tails.

Glancing around, Professor Crewel is too busy with some other students to come over. “Grim, can you put one dried lizard tail in the cauldron?” You hand him the container holding the dried lizard tails.

“DO NOT DO THAT!” Sebek yelled, attempting to, unsuccessfully, swipe the container from you. You hold it above your head, out of his reach, with a smirk. “Put a fresh lizard tail in!”

As you two argue over which ingredient is the right one, Grim decides to dump both in the cauldron together. He gives it a stir but backs off when it starts emitting a black smoke.

“Uhhh… (Y/N)!” Grim’s cry breaks you away from your heated argument.

Eyes widening comically, you’re not sure what to do. “Professor Crewel!”

Before the professor can react, the cauldron shakes violently as it bubbles over. Sebek crushes you to his chest, shielding you from the explosion. The mixture in the cauldron splashes all over Sebek. There’s a moment of silence before you hear a distinct ‘pop’ and then smoke fills the area.

You no longer feel Sebek’s arms around you as the smoke clears. “Sebek?” Looking around frantically, you don’t see him anywhere.

“He left his clothes,” Grim points out. Sure enough at your feet is a pile of clothes. His lab coat is covered in goo.

Bending down, you hesitate. “Di-did he…?!” But then the pile of clothes move. Suddenly, a fuzzy green face pokes out. Intense eyes you know well stares up at you. “S-Sebek!?”

“Meow?” He jumps. Slowly he raises one paw and waves it around, and then the other. He looks at himself as best as he can, turning in circles to look at his tail.

Grim snickers as he tries to pat the top of Sebek’s head. “Hehe, he’s small now!”

Sebek hisses and swipes at Grim. He starts meowing loudly and insistently. “C-calm down, Sebek! I’m sure we can do something…?”

“Bad pups, you didn’t listen to my lecture last time,” Professor Crewel admonishes. He shakes his head as he takes in the sight of the destroyed cauldron. “I said one frozen lizard tail.”

Well, you were both wrong…

“Um, professor, how do we get Sebek back to normal?” you ask, gesturing to the agitated green cat.

He shakes his head. “He’ll most likely return to normal by the end of the day. I’ll have you both dismissed from the rest of classes.” Snapping his pointer, he tells the rest of the class, “Clean up everything now.”

Once everything has been cleaned, you scoop up a still annoyed Sebek. He squirms in your hold as you head to lunch. Sebek manages to wiggle out of your hold and land gracefully on the ground. He starts meowing at you.

“I was only holding you because I didn’t want you to get lost in the crowd,” you explain.

His tail swishes back and forth as his meows quiet down. “Ya can understand him?” Grim asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you follow Sebek as he takes the lead. “I can kinda understand based on his personality.” He easily dodges around students, who do double takes at the green cat.

At lunch, Sebek balances from your shoulder as you grab food for both of you. He points at the things he wants with his paw. You're thankful he isn’t a big cat because trying to carry two trays and a cat is hard enough. You set the tray down at your usual table, and before you can even sit down, Ace and Deuce slide in across from you.

“It’s true! Sebek’s a cat!” Ace wheezes as he takes in the very annoyed cat sitting on the table.

Sebek hisses before loudly berating Ace. Though, it only comes out in meows. The redhead pounds the table as he laughs. Deuce is busy inspecting Sebek’s cat form.

“Stop being so mean, Ace.” You roll your eyes. “Sebek is only like this because he protected me from the exploding cauldron.” From the corner of your vision, you watch as Sebek straightens up and puffs out his chest. He looks almost smug.

“So, those ingredients made a transformation potion?” Deuce mumbles. “Do you think it could be replicated?”

Poking at the food, you chew thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. Professor Crewel didn’t seem too concerned. Maybe this has happened before?”

Ace wipes away tears, having calmed down. “Even as a cat, he’s as loud as ever.”

Fur standing on end, Sebek looks ready to pounce on Ace. However, you reach over and gently stroke the top of his head. He seems to calm down after a moment. “I wonder how long this will actually take? Professor Crewel said by the end of the day…”

“At least you get out of classes,” Ace sighs. “Man, I kinda wish I was turned into a cat if it meant getting out of Trein’s lecture.”

“Of course that’s what you would get out of this,” Deuce mutters.

“Wanna say that a little louder, Deucy? Huh!?” As the two bicker, you turn your attention to Sebek.

Watching Sebek attempt to eat is an amusing feat. He can’t use utensils so he decides to stick his entire face in his plate. It’s a mess to say the least. He ends up getting most of the food in his fur rather than his mouth.

“You’re covered in mashed potatoes,” you chuckle. 

He glares at you before turning up his nose. “Alright, I’m sorry for laughing.” Reaching over, you wipe him off as best as you can. “I think you’ll need a bath.”

You didn’t think a cat could look mortified. Ear pressing flat against his head, he leans away. “No need to be embarrassed, it’s not like you're naked.”

“MEOW! MEOW! MEOOOOW” He vocally protests.

“You can’t just spend the rest of the day covered in food,” you try to reason. He vehemently shakes his head. “I promise to just wipe you down with a wet towel.” Relenting, he nods.

You scratch the top of his head. “Of course you would be embarrassed to be given a bath as a cat,” you chortle.

“Oho? So the rumors are true!” Lilia arrives at your table with Malleus and Silver in tow. “Our Sebek has been turned into an adorable kitty,” he laughs. Lifting Sebek up by the scruff of his neck, Lilia proceeds to tease him.

Sebek cries out while trying to get out of his hold. “We heard that there was a potion accident and that the Ramshackle prefect was involved,” Silver explains. 

“It seems that Sebek protected you from the accident, which is very admirable,” Maellus adds as he eyes Lilia playing with cat Sebek.

The green cat freezes. You can almost see the tears in Sebek’s eyes as he stares at Malleus. “Yes, he did. Very knightly of him,” you praise, watching as he preens.

Lilia sets Sebek down. “We’ll leave him in your care until he’s back to normal.”

“Mrow?” He tilts his head to the side. Then quickly shakes his head. “Meeeeow! Meow! Meoowww!”

Wagging a finger at him, Lilia tuts, “You can’t do much in this form. Silver will be fine for one day doing patrol alone.”

It seems that today would be a day where you not only see a cat look mortified, but also a sulky one. You pat him on the head as the three leave. “I’m sure they’ll be okay,” you try to reassure him. He only lays down on the plate of food.

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After finishing lunch, you bring Sebek back to Ramshackle. “Stop squirming, Sebek!” You hold him an arms length away as he tries to wiggle out of your hold once more. Grim had managed to sneak off somewhere to avoid helping.

Carrying him into the bathroom, you plop him down in the sink. “You’re one fussy cat,” you mutter.

He attempts to climb out of but only slides back in. The sink is rather deep and the smooth sides don’t allow any purchase for his claws. “Meeooow! Mrooowww, meowww!”

“Nope, you’re not getting out of there until I get all that food off.” Sighing, you grab a clean towel and a bottle of shampoo. “I wonder if this is safe for cats… Technically you’re human, so it should be fine?”

If he still had eyebrows, you’re sure they’d be raised. You carefully lathered him before cleaning him off with a warm towel. Thankfully none of the food was particularly stubborn, so everything comes off easily.

Clean and dry, you bring Sebek to the living room. “I have some work to do. I guess you can do whatever… whatever cats do.” 

He wanders around a bit, hisses at the ghosts, and finally settles down on your lap for a nap. Perhaps being a cat is tiring?

An hour into reading, you fall asleep on the couch. You wake up only because the grandfather clock chimes loudly. Feeling groggy, you blearily stare at the still sleeping cat on your stomach. “Hmm… You’re kinda cute in this form too,” you muse aloud.

Gently, you move him to your lap so you can sit up. Petting him, he purrs much like a truck. Snickering, you wonder if you should film this for later. However, your phone is nowhere in sight. You watch as Sebek yawns before stretching and kneading your lap.

He looks up at you with big eyes. “Hello, sleepy kitty,” you greet with a soft smile.

“Mrrrow…” Leaning down, you press a kiss to his forehead. You’ve been wanting to do that all day. He purrs, content, as you lean back on the couch.

You lazily stroke him as your eyes drop shut. Then…

POP

Your eyes fly open as you feel a very heavy weight suddenly on you. Smoke fills the room but clears quickly. You meet the surprised gaze of your very not feline boyfriend. “S-Sebek?!” you wheeze out.

Scrambling off you, he leans on his haunches, still on the couch. Touching his face, he stares at his hands. “I’m back? I’M NO LONGER A CAT!” As Sebek cheers, you cover your eyes. “(Y/N)! Why are you covering your face?”

“You’re naked!” you shout, suddenly very embarrassed.

There’s a beat of silence as you peak through your hands, but you keep your gaze upward. Sebek’s face slowly turns red as realization dawns. He looks like he wants to stick his head in a hole.

“AV-AVERT YOUR GAZE!!!”

Covering your eyes once more, you hear him stumble. “Your clothes are still in my room,” you tell him. You, thankfully, decided to bring them with you, though the lab coat couldn’t be saved.

Feet pounding up the stairs, you’re left alone on the couch. After a few minutes of silence, you lower your hands. You wonder if Sebek will ever come down as the minutes tick by. By the time ten minutes have gone by, you start getting antsy.

Standing, you head to your room. Knocking on the door, you wait for a response, but none comes. “Sebek? Are you…okay?”

Pushing the door open, the half-fae is sitting at the foot of your bed. Staring off into space, you can tell his brain is running a mile a minute. His eyes are wide in shock still as he mutters unintelligibly.

“Sebek?” Standing in front of him, you call his name a few times. “Come on, Sebek. I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s not like I saw anything.”

He shakes his head. “To be nude in front of someone like that is uncalled for in a knight! I have shamed not only myself but Lord Malleus’s name as well!”

Reaching forward, you cradle his head against your chest. “Considering the circumstances, I’d say it’s fine. You had no control over when you would transform back, so it’s not like you were naked on purpose.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he breathes deeply. “I guess you’re right… It would have been worse if I had changed back in front of our classmates.”

“See, it’s not that bad.” Running your fingers through his hair, you chuckle. “You were very cute as a cat. I’m gonna miss all that fuzz.”

Sebek pulls back, a frown on his face. “I did not like that experience! I was unable to do anything in that form…”

Cupping his face, you kiss the space between his brows, making him release the tension there. “As cute as you were in cat form, this form is my favorite.”

“I should be getting back to my dorm…” He glances reluctantly at your door.

“Or, you could stay a bit longer? Professor Crewel did say you’d be back to normal by the end of the day. And the day isn’t over yet.” Smiling slyly, you crawl on the bed while trying to tug Sebek with you.

He thoughtfully takes in your words before nodding. “Just in case I turn back, it would be in the best interest of all that I stay a little longer until we can confirm the effects have fully worn off.”

Laying on the bed together, you wrap your arms around Sebek. A tangle of limbs, you relax as you snuggle closer together. You’ll miss kitty Sebek, but having him hold you close is much nicer.

[overtaken-stream]

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Yandere!King the Wildfire x F!Reader Part1 ~ Part2 ~ Part3.

Yandere!King the Wildfire: Darling wanting to pleasure him back. Who has the highest chance of falling for King's s/o.

Yandere!King the Wildfire: Bloodlines.

King the Wildfire: NSFW Headcanons, Kinks. Fluff.

King the Wildfire x Straw hat!Gn!Reader: Do Not F4lter.

King the Wildfire x F!Reader: Adorable Pigeon. Puffed feathers/shield. Red Dead.

King the Wildfire: Meeting anothers of his race.

King the Wildfire: Pregnant!s/o running away.

King the Wildfire x Gn!Reader: Annoy.

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King the Wildfire: Women.

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King the Wildfire+Avatar: Hair.

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King the Wildfire x F!Reader: In Modern AU.

King the Wildfire Dick Headcanons. Fire Headcanons.

King & Katakuri: Who is the bigger breeder? How many kids would they have?

King the Wildfire x F!Reader(100 Followers special): Where On3 Will St4nd. Funny thoughts. Big Mom. Big Mom2.

Kaidou: Women.

Izou x Gn!Reader: Love, Lust, Lick.

Portgas D. Ace, Sanji: 'U' in Art.

Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk x F!Reader: Drunk Deeds.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Fatherhood.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Pregnancy.

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Tattoos.

Charlotte Katakuri x F!Reader: Monster's Voice Is Sweet To Hear.

Charlotte Katakuri: Father Headcanons.

"Black Leg" Sanji x F!Reader: Sweets Full Of Lies.

Slam Dunk:

Rukawa Kaede with Sakuragi!Reader.

Random Sakuragi Headcanons.

Rukawa Kaedae x Gn!Reader Headcanons.

Kicchou Fukuda x F!Reader: Bros Ov3r Ho3s.

Mitsui Hisashi: Practicing with his s/o. Comforting his s/o.

Ryota Miyagi x F!Reader: 3 Years Younger.

Sendoh Akira x Gn!Reader Headcanons

Ao Ashi:

Akutsu Nagisa x Gn!Artist!Reader: Co0k Me a Meal, Make Me Starve.

Akutsu Nagisa: Intentions(Part 2 of the above)

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[bingbongsupremacy]

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

*****

" 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

[orianightshade]

Promptober Day One: Smoke

My internet has been fishy, so I couldn't upload on the day that I wanted, but here it is now. This is based off of my own Promptober you can find on my page. Please no reposting/copying.

Different colored lights within the facility mean different things. They’re regularly a bright white that casts its harsh glow over the gleaming tiled walls. Sometimes they turn blue in certain areas, letting staff know that there is testing being performed. 

But no one wants them red.

Fingers type quickly over the keyboard, eyes frantically searching camera after camera. Sweat coats the woman’s brow, her cherry hair plastered to her face. 

“Have you found the source yet?” a man says, stroking his beard as his other hand fidgets with a pen. 

“No . . . no I haven’t,” the woman says, pushing up her glasses as she switches to another screen, cursing as it shows static. “Whatever is causing the lockdown is also taking out the cameras.”

Nearby, two researchers communicate through audio devices, their chapped lips contorting into words as fast as possible. 

“Guard Team Alpha, this is Command Room 56, you’re speaking to Wester. Have you found the reason for the lockdown?”

“Command Room 56, this is Captain Bunter. We have failed to find any suspicious activity on the testing floor. We will be moving to floor -3A.”

“Copy that.” 

The bearded man fans his face. Despite the cool AC flowing through the floor vents, a prickling heat makes his lab coat stick to his arms and back. His eyes flick to Wester, his fingers pressed to his ear as he receives a transmission.

“Command Room 56, this is Captain Bunter. There is an unusual amount of smoke down the hallway to the right of the break room. Perhaps a fire of some sort. Should we proceed?” 

“Yes,” the bearded man says, nodding at Wester. Wester replies quickly, practically spitting into the mic. 

“Guard Team Alpha, this is Command Room 56. You may proceed with caution. Any suspicious individuals are to be tased on the spot. Avoidance of lethal force is advised unless the situation develops into a Code 3 problem.” 

“Copy that- wait-” 

A crackle spikes through the mic followed by a shrill ringing. Wester pulls back, yanking the earpiece from his ear. The bearded man winces at the noise as he gives Wester a look. 

“What’s going on?” he barks sharply. 

“I don’t know,” Wester replies, inserting his earpiece. “Guard Team Alpha, this is Command Room 56. Do you copy?” A pause. “Guard Team Alpha, please respond, do you copy?” 

“Sir-” the woman stands suddenly, her blue eyes wide. “You’re going to want to see this. 

The bearded man appears at her side, leaning over her shoulder at the cameras, which show the hallways of floor -3A. The clear image burns into his memory. 

Bodies. Lots of bodies.

There’s no blood, but it’s clear they’re dead. Their eyes are blank, staring into the afterlife. Standing amongst them are four masked men, steel plates curving into various designs, a tube snaking into their leather coats through the necks; some sort of gas mask.

One of the figures, the one with a mask in the shape of a bear, looks up at the camera and promptly flips it off with both black-gloved hands, before another member, a fox, shoots out the feed, leaving the researchers stunned.

The bearded man snaps out of it first, his eyes narrowing to slits. “Quickly, lock the doors,” he commands as several researchers comply. “They’re on floor -3A. Based on the path of the broken cameras, they’re coming towards this room.” 

“Do you suspect it's a Gifted attack?” the woman asks, standing up from her chair, grasping a rosary at her neck.

“Most likely, but we have the electromagnetic shields surrounding this room. There’s no way for them to get in here without their powers significantly depleted.”

The woman looks unsure as she checks the cameras once again. The control room had lowered in volume significantly, like someone had turned a radio dial, waiting. 

“I see them,” the woman says, her nail making contact with the computer screen as she taps it. The four figures stand outside the door to the control room, facing the camera.

The man speaks into a mic in the center of the room, connecting with the PA system. “Stand down. We have three more guard teams on the way.”

The bear tilts its head, his hand fingering his belt then turns to a figure dressed with a plague doctor’s mask, uttering three words.

“Smoke them out.”

The plague doctor looks at the bear and nods, shrugging off its coat and standing near an air vent on the wall. 

The reaction time of the researchers is a little too late. A grayish smoke sprays into the room, filling it within seconds. It’s acrid and stinks, making eyes water in seconds. The heavy fog chokes the air from the researchers, coaxing the oxygen out of their lungs, up their throats, and out their mouths.

Hands grasp at necks as people’s eyes roll to the back of their heads. The beaded man’s eyes water as he attempts to breathe, his eyes falling on the vents in the floor, and the smoke billowing out of it.

He curses one final time before his eyes roll in the back of his head. 

All is silent except for the crackling of the communication device still hanging from Wester’s limp hand. A second later, a beep comes from the door as it opens, the bear twirling a keycard in his hands. 

“Too easy man,” the deep accent under the mask complains as he steps over the bodies. He glances back at the plague doctor, smoke still wisping from every pore. “You good Ash?”

The plague doctor, Ash, nods, brushing off his arms as if clearing dirt from them, clearing the excess smoke emitting from him. “Never better.”

“This has got to be a record,” the fourth member says, looking around through the slits in their cat-like mask. “What, thirty minutes to break in here?” 

“Twenty eight,” Ash corrects as he steps on a researcher’s hand, hearing a refreshing crunch as he rubs his boot in.

The bear slings off a pack, opening it as he glances around at the computers and filing cabinets surrounding them. He runs his finger over a counter as he walks toward a set of monitors, motioning for the rest of his team.

“Let’s get to work then.”

Papers fly through the air as drawers are yanked out with loud bangs, fists crinkling files and documents as they stuff them in their worn bags. The cat flips a hard drive between his fingers before tossing it over to the bear, who takes it and plugs it into the USB on one of the monitors. 

“Trek, can you crack this?” he calls over his shoulder, nodding to the password page. 

The fox looks up from a folder of research, clapping it shut and tucking it into his bag as he walks over. Leaning down, he taps a few keys, bringing up lines of code, ones, zeroes trickling down the webpage. After a moment of fiddling, the computer blanks before beeping with acceptance, access granted. 

“Thanks my man,” the bear says, clapping hands with Trek before beginning the download process.

“Guys.” Ash holds up a finger, the curved beak of the mask tilting up as he pauses. “Do you hear that?” 

The bear turns around in the swivel chair, his eyes just barely discernible through the mesh covering the eye sockets. They glimmer in the red lighting as he cocks his head in the quiet room.

Pounding footsteps. 

The cat huffs, folding its arms, shaking its head.

“Probably more guard teams,” the bear says after a moment, turning back to the computer with an indifferent shrug, his fingers moving gracefully over the keyboard. “Smoke them Ash.”

Ash tosses his coat to Trek and steps forward towards the entrance of the door, smoke already flowing down from his arms like dry ice being activated in a glass. 

“With pleasure.”

[sabo-has-my-heart]

A Mage’s Familiars

So with no other Event Requests sent in, I decided to write the other possible option for this request, 

“Hi again I was the one who requested Scenario 19, dialogue 8 (multipurpose section) with characters Ace and Sabo. Polyamory. Also, Ace and Sabo are my favorites too. And I have to say I enjoyed it a lot! It was so dang adorable! 💕💕However if possible to request again the same scenario 19 and characters Ace and Sabo, polyamory but the dialogue being 12 or 15 (NSFW) Sorta like a part 2 (?)If not then that’s okay no worries.Then I would like to request scenario 17, dialogue 4 (fluff) with characters Ace and Sabo, polyamory“

Enjoy!

Warnings: GN!Reader, reader is a little insecure, polyamory

Word Count: 1460

     Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you couldn’t help the excitement that filled every fiber of your being. You’d been accepted into the mage’s college, meaning that you were going to become a full fledged mage. You’d been interested in magic since you were little, working hard to get into the college. It was a place where only the best could be accepted and you’d made it in. Today everyone would be summoning their familiars, the creatures that would aid them in becoming great mages. Watching the other first years step up to the summoning circle, you couldn’t help but wonder what you would get. A number of students already had cute bunnies or kittens, a couple of the kids had rather large bugs, the most recent summon had even been a tiger! You had to admit, you were a little envious of the kid with the tiger, they would probably end up with the coolest summon of the year, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hope for something similar. Walking up to the summoning circle, you began to place your chosen items in the circle. Taking a deep breath, you began the incantation, shielding your face when flames burst from the circle, rising higher and higher until they were well over your head, the scorching heat forcing everyone back. After a moment, the flames died down, revealing two figures standing in the center. One had black hair, freckles, long black horns, and bright red wings wearing only a pair of shorts, the other seemed to be his opposite, with blond hair, ivory horns, and blue wings, wearing what looked like noble’s clothes. As soon as the flames disappeared, the two looked around at the group, seemingly unimpressed by what they saw.

     “So, who do you think summoned us?” the blond asked, glancing at his companion before looking at the possible summoners. You took a tentative step forward, shrinking into yourself when their eyes landed on you.

     “I-I summoned you. W-we’re supposed to summon our familiars today.” you said nervously, the two of them looking at you incredulously.

     “Do… you have any idea who you just summoned?” the blond asked, making you bite your lip.

     “Two dragons in human form?” you asked, hoping, praying that that’s all they were.

     “Well, you’re not wrong.” the dark haired boy said, the blond snorting and rolling his eyes, “they’re not! They just… don't know the full extent of it.” he said with a shrug.

     “The full extent?” you asked, getting a sinking feeling in your stomach. The blond sighed and shook his head, before standing to his full height, wings flaring out slightly and raising his head, looking rather regal.

     “My name is Sabo, arch-dragon of freedom and bane of tyrants.” he said, the dark haired boy rolling his eyes.

     “Always gotta make a show outta things, don’t you?” he asked, Sabo deflating slightly as he looked over at the other boy.

     “Who’s the one who said I should do something more spectacular and ‘dragon-like’? Was it Luffy? No, no wait, it was you, Ace.” he said, glaring at the dark haired young man, who you assumed was Ace, “Now introduce yourself.” Ace smirked as he straightened up a little, arms crossed, his wings flittering as if trying not to flare out.

     “I’m Portgas D. Ace, arch-dragon of fire.” he said proudly, making you swallow hard. You’d just summoned two powerful arch-dragons to be your ‘familiars’. 

     It was quickly decided that while they were, by all accounts familiars, you wouldn’t call them familiars, neither boy much caring for the title and you feeling a little awkward calling them ‘your familiars’. Arch-dragons were some of the most powerful creatures and you had two of them, familiars just didn’t feel right. The title just felt more and more awkward as you got to know them and worse, once you began to fall for them. Sitting on your bed, you sighed, you were falling for them harder and harder each day and it was getting hard to deal with your feelings. At least one of them was with you nearly every hour of the day, but you were just supposed to ignore your feelings for them? You wanted to believe that they liked you back, that all the flirty comments and arms casually thrown around your shoulder weren’t just friendly or absent minded occurrences, but everytime you mentioned it or asked about it, they seemed to just wave it off as if it was nothing. Finally, you got up, biting your lip as you exited your room. Ace and Sabo looked over at you from their spot at the table, playing cards.

     “Hey, ‘bout time, we were gonna wake you up.” Ace said, setting his cards down as he smiled at you.

     “I’ve actually been awake for a while, I was just… busy.” you said, rubbing your arm. Sabo furrowed his brow as he set his own cards down, he could always tell when something was bothering you and something was very clearly bothering you.

     “What’s wrong?” he asked, not wasting time asking if you were okay. Whatever was bothering you, it was enough that you didn’t seem ‘okay’.  You looked away, chewing on your lip for a moment as the two brothers stared at you.

     “I… I should get a new familiar.” you blurted out, your eyes closed tightly. You could hear the chairs clattering to the floor as the two boys damn near jumped up, eyes wide as they looked at you, almost in a panic.

     “What? Why? Are… are you trying to get rid of us?” Ace demanded, alarm and fear in his voice. The question made you cringe as a dagger ran through your heart.

     “I… it’s just, you’re two powerful arch-dragons, surely you have better things to do than be the magical aids of some unimportant, first year mage.” you said, eyes still closed, trying to hold the pain back. While you didn’t want to lose them, you couldn’t continue acting like you weren’t in love with them as they followed you around constantly. Sabo’s brow furrowed as he approached you, a gloved hand caressing your cheek. As much as you tried not to, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, the warmth radiating through the fabric soothing you yet simultaneously stabbing you through the heart. You wanted so badly for them to stay with you always, but after you told them how you felt, after they rejected you, there was no way you could keep them around. 

     “You’re way more than just ‘some first year mage’ and you’re definitely important. If nothing else, you’re important to us.” Sabo said softly as you tried to hold back the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, “Now tell us, what’s really bothering you?” you bit your lip, hoping that you weren’t trembling as much as you feared.

     “Hey, is someone bothering you about us? You know we can take care of it if you need us to.” Ace said softly, though he was still internally panicking.

     “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s just… I… I love you, I love both of you. It’s as simple and terrifying as that and I… I know you don’t feel the same so I-” “Who said we don’t feel the same?” Ace asked, cutting you off, suddenly pulling you close, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

     “Who the hell ever said we don’t feel the same? Because I swear, once I find them I’ll burn them to a crisp for making you feel like we don’t love you.” he whispered. You stood stock still, shocked by his confession. Was it a confession? Was he actually saying what you thought he was saying?

     “We do love you, Y/n. No word exists in the human tongue to properly express how we feel about you. We were just worried about telling you. Relationships between mage and familiar are… complicated, we didn’t want to burden you with that.” Sabo said, kissing your temple as he stroked your hair. You smiled, a choked laugh escaping your throat as the tears you’d tried to hold back finally spilled over.

     “Sorry, I just, I’m really happy. I… even if it’s complicated, can we try it anyway?” you asked, quickly wiping away the tears as you smiled at them. Ace smiled, kissing your cheeks where the tears had made their way down your face.

     “I don’t know about Sabo, but I’d really like that.” Ace said, a large, sunny smile on his face.

     “Anything for you, my mage.” Sabo said, kissing your forehead. It was official, you didn’t just have the best familiars of the year, you had the best familiars ever.

[shockwaveheatshield]

Shockwave Heat Shield

The Shockwave Heat Shield protects your hands from the heat generated during extended shooting sessions. Its ergonomic design provides a firm grip, even in challenging and difficult conditions. This heat shield not only augments safety and performance but also gives your shotgun a sleek, tactical appearance.

[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.

[operation-priority]

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.

[enjomo-arch]

𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗 : 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗚 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜 / @goreburdened

"i'm not used to being held like that."

a  tiny  smile  appeared  on  his  lips  as  ace  rested  his  underbrush  against  the  back  of  the  head  of  the  cook  he  was  holding  secured  on  his  lap.  it  was  cold,  everyone  was  practically  walking  around  in  thick  layers  of  clothing  when  the  climate  at  sea  changed  again.  everyone,  but  ace  who  was  sitting  just  as  always,  without  any  top  garments  or  nothing  to  cover.  he  didn't  need  so  much  clothing  when  his  devil  fruit  was  sufficient  to  keep  his  body  heat  above  normal  in  such  circumstances.  and  sure  enough,  he  wanted  to  share  the  heat  generated  with  the  cook  who  looked  like  a  shivering  puppy  in  the  rain  by  the  chill  biting  his  skin.

it  was  easy  to  notice  the  flushed  cheeks  and  red  nose  when  ace  gave  him  a  quick  glance  over  the  shoulder.  arms  wrapped  around  sanji's  figure  to  hold  him  tight,  raising  his  heat  even  more  ace's  raven  black  hair  started  to  catch  fire.  the  ends  shining  brightly  like  a  molten  metal  and  little  flames  danced  across  his  firey  flesh.  not  intense  enough  to  cause  any  burns  but  enough  to  notice  that  ace's  body  has  been  producing  heat  for  the  cook  for  a  good  while  now.

❝  it  seems  to  me  that  this  is  quite  comfortable.  if  you  catch  any  illness  who's  goin'  to  cook  ?  luffy  will  surely  empty  your  entire  kitchen  before  you're  on  your  feet  again.  ❞  he  snorted  at  the  mental  image  swirling  in  his  head.  surely  ace  himself  would  join  his  brother  when  it  came  to  food,  but  he  would  certainly  miss  the  food  sanji  could  prepare  and  all  the  conversations  while  watching  skilled  hands  in  their  narural  harmony  dance  around  the  kitchen  counter.

he  shifted  in  his  seat,  a  bit  more  comfortably  and  reached  to  place  his  hat  on  top  of  sanji's  messy,  golden  locks.  it's  not  the  best  way  but  enough  of  a  help  to  shield  from  the  harsh  wind  picking  up.  ❝  if  y'want  me  to  let  go  just  say.  ❞  ace  uttered,  pressing  his  head  on  the  cook's  back  before  quiet  snores  started  to  come  out.  he  fell  asleep.

[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.